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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Joey and the Coach - 19 (M/Fm-teen, nc, huml, inc) by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com) *** The end of Joey's ordeal and the beginning of Sam's. *** Young Sam Jordan didn't even pack all of his belongings. He just threw whatever he could find into his back pack and headed for the door. He wasn't even sure where he was going. But he knew he couldn't stay here. In his bag he had copies of the pics of the coach molesting Joey, and perhaps he would take them to the police or to a newspaper. He almost ran down the hall toward the big front door to the school, when he heard yelling and shouting above him. He looked up to see three figures struggling on the third floor landing, then one of them tumbled over the banister and came hurtling through the air to crash into the marble floor at Sam's feet. Sam threw his hands to his face. The nightmare still was not over. He looked down at the twisted, crumpled body of a fifteen year old student named Mike. The Coach had caught them coming at him out of the corner of his eye. He moved to one side just in time to avoid the heavy blow that would have sent him over the railing. His almost naked body was slick with sweat, and Joey's hands slid across his torso, brushing the big nipples. Mike's hands grabbed one arm and shoved. The Coach twisted and backed Mike against the rail. Joey behind him pushed on the Coach's back and the coach forced Mike over the rail. Mike tumbled out into space and then down, his sweet handsome young body never had a chance against the hard floor three flights down. Now the coach twisted again and Joey went over the banister, but managed to hang on with his fingers. He dangled there above Sam and the twisted remains of Mike. Joey had so little strength left because of what had happened to him earlier in the day, that he knew he wouldn't last long. "Well, if it isn't my favorite little Cunt Boy," the coach beamed. Danger always excited him. It have him a vicious hard on. The front of his running shorts tented out. He reached down and pried the fingers of one of Joey's hands off the rail. The boy now hung by one hand. The look of terror in his young face made the Coach's dick throb and leak. "Thought you'd get me, did you. I like that. I respect that. It shows you've still got some spunk left in you. Don't worry, we'll fuck it out of you. Unless of course I let you fall. I can see the headlines now, "Homosexual Love Double Suicide at Private School." "HELP ME! Oh God! Help Me!" Joey's voice was still raspy from all the dick had sucked that afternoon. "Help you? Why the fuck should I help you? Didn't you fight me every step of the way. Did you suck dog dick willingly without making a fuss, No! I DON'T THINK SO. And now you want me to save your puking life? Lets just twist one more finger off the rail, you can hang by four, can't you? "Oh God! Oh God, please, please, I'll do whatever you say, please!" "You will? Will you pose for our internet sight for us without any trouble?" "Yes, oh help, please help me. I can't hold on..." "Will you work in the stables for us, cleaning up horse shit?" "Yes, yes, help me..." "Do you know how the boys who work in the stable clean up the horse shit, Joey? THEY EAT IT." "H-E-L-P ME! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!" Joey felt his fingers sliding off the smooth rail. "They eat the horse shit, and they also have another job Joey, taking care of the horses' needs. Are you willing to suck horse dick Joey? Will you show all the trustees how well you can suck horse dick? Will you do that if I save you?" "Oh God yes, I promise. I swear I'll do it. Help me!" "And Joey, will you be a good little cunt and take those big fat juicy horse cocks up your stretched out boypussy?" "Ugh! Anything, anything!" "A boy your age has to learn Joey. You've been cock of the walk too long around this school. You need to learn humility, and I am the man to teach it to you. Now do we have a deal?" "OOOOHHH!" Joey's hand gave way and he slid off the banister. But just as he started to fall, the coach reached down and grabbed the boy by the wrist. Joey was out of his mind with fear. "Do we have a deal, Prick Face?" "Yes sir!" "To make sure, we are going to have the words "HORSE SUCKER" tattooed on your stomach and "HORSE CUNT" tattooed on your ass cheeks. Is that all right Joey? Nice big bright tattoos telling everyone what you are." "Yes sir, I'll do whatever you want. Anything!" The Coach smiled. "We'll see. You know that big boa constrictor we've got in the science lab? Well he just loves to crawl up inside boys' assholes. Let's go now and play with him, should we? Would you like that Joey?" "Oh yes, yes I'd like that. Please don't let me die. Please. I'd like that a lot. Anything you say Coach." And the Coach hauled Joey up over the rail. "We'd better call the call the police about poor Mike's suicide Some boys, especially faggots can't stand the pressure of a College Prep school. You'll testify that Mike was always coming on to you, wanting you to let him suck your dick and begging you to fuck his ass. "You'll tell the police how you would come back to your room to find Mike sucking on your dirty jockstraps. How he'd beg to clean out your used rubbers when you'd fuck a girl. That will keep it out of the papers pretty much. Even they can't print shit like that." Then the Coach looked down and saw young Sam Jordan standing in the foyer below. "We have to do something about that boy!" Arloe was the Coach's assistant. He had graduated from the school a while back. His grades were shitty, but the Coach had gotten him through because Arloe had one sterling quality. He was a sick motherfucking sadist. He was currently working on Sam Jordan. "Tried to get away, huh Sam? That calls for some attitude adjustment." He put his big naked foot on Sam's bare chest and pushed. Sam was tied to one of the school's big old wooden doors. "Coach says we have to change your attitude. Get you to want to stay here and keep your mouth shut, except of course when it's sucking dick!" Arloe had used his own stripped shirt to choke Sam into submission. The poor freshman boy had no chance to fight back. "Coach says we can make you the School Cunt. You know what that is? Some of the senior jocks love to have a regular boy pussy to help them relax after big games. Just think, you'll have the pleasure of helping our jocks score big this year. You'll be available for them to fuck in the ass or mouth any time they want." Now Sam understood why Brian and the others were so quick to rape his young ass, they had done it to boys before. The whole school was corrupt. "Coach also says you can help me take care of the dogs, cause Joey who was supposed to have that job will be busy with the horses. I just hope your small ass can take it. Well, don't worry, sleeping with a fourteen inch dildo up it every night will stretch it out in no time. "That's what coach made me do when I was a freshman, and you can see it didn't hurt me any. But the best part, little Sammy, the best part is that Coach says you can be my toilet. It's my absolute favorite thing to do with a boy. I never us a real toilet if I can help it, not when I have a boy's mouth around." So things at the school were back to normal. Oh there was some to-do about Mike's suicide, but after a number of boys testified that the dead kid was a flaming faggot who drooled over their dicks in the dorm and locker room, even Mike's high profile father wanted to keep things quiet. With tears in his eyes, he actually thanked the school for keeping it out of the papers. Just to cement things for good, the Coach showed Mike's father photos of Mike fucking Joey in the ass in their dorm room "Some boys are just rotten from the word go..." the Coach said one arm around Mike's father's shoulder. So Joey goes to the stable each day after his classes and takes care of the horses. On weekend evenings he does special horse shows for the trustees. You'd be amazed at how much horse dick that boy can take up his young ass. Sam Jordan pretty much belongs to Arloe and is fucking ruined for life. Oh yes, the headmaster fucked him fifteen or twenty times before he turned him over to the sadistic Arloe. Arloe makes him sleep in the kennel with the dogs and service them with his pussy any time the dogs need it which, considering there are ten dogs, is pretty often during the night. Sam's grades have gone to hell, but the coach fakes them. The boy doesn't even really go to class any more. The other boys mostly think he transferred schools. Sam eats canned dog food, and spends most of his time on a leash. But the best part of Sam's new life is that he gets to be Arloe's personal toilet. Arloe pisses and shits in Sam's mouth. How many fourteen year old boys can say they have had such adventures? And the Coach? Well the Coach is on the look out for a new playmate. Do you have a boy you'd like to send to his school? The End ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 26