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Mm, exh, nc, huml, tor, v) *** CHAPTER 3 The coach had kicked into high gear; he was really getting off on abusing and humiliating the teenage Latino high school jock. Angel sobbed and felt totally vulnerable and confused. No one had ever spoken to him like this and no one had ever touched his naked body in this way. "I told you to get a hard-on for me, now DO IT!" The coach hauled off and slapped Angel hard across his pretty pouty mouthed face. The red mark of the hand lingered on the boy's smooth brown cheek. His head rung from the blow. He whimpered like a little twat and put one hand down to his dick. He had always been proud of his teenage fuck meat, and the girls seemed to really like it, but now the coach had made him think it was nothing but a useless clit. Angel began to finger his dick, but the jock fuckmeat didn't want to erect, he was just too fucking scared. He pulled and yanked at his prick, but it only seemed to shrink more. He could not believe how degrading the experience was. The coach stood there and watched him. "Is that what you want, Cuntface? For me to tell everyone in the school that you can't even throw a boner? Of course the boys already know that don't they. You are nothing but the school faggot, the cocksucker of the sports team boys, the ass pussy of the jocks. That's right isn't it, Twat lips?" Strong hands reached out and the coach's fingers yanked Angel's pouty nipples. He pulled and twisted the boy's tits, as Angel jerked on his useless dick. "I'm not a faggot. I swear to God, Coach. Jesus and Mary, you have to believe me. I have never done anything queer. Please sir, give me a chance!" "If you are not a cocksucking asspussy, why the fuck can't you get your dick hard?" The coach gave the boy tits one last pinch, eliciting a squeal from the tortured, sobbing boy, then let go. He slapped the kid's hands away from his shrunken dick with the ruler and lifted the teen prick once more. "Look at that. You call that a dick? Shit, the girls would laugh at you. A twelve year old girl would laugh at you. A nine year old cunt would laugh at you." Angel's whole body shook now, his eyes unfocused. He put his hand to his dick and pulled it as hard as he could, trying to jump start his cock into action. In frustration he slapped at his own fat teen balls. Tears ran down his cheeks. "I'm not a faggot, I'm just scared that's all. It won't get hard, cause I am scared." Angel almost screamed his protests now, his young voice growing hoarse with the strain. "Any real teenage boy can get a hard on in ten seconds flat, any time night or day. Shit most of the boys in the school are walking around with boners in their pants half the day. And here you can't even wood up, what a disgusting, pathetic, homo freak, CUNT, you are. I'm going instruct the boys to call you Cunt from now on. You like that, Cunt?" How much humiliation and abuse can a sixteen year old boy stand? Where is his breaking point? Boys of that age are very fragile, even though they pretend they are all man. They are very insecure about their budding sexuality, and it can be easily damaged. The coach once more slapped the boy's hands away and lifted the flaccid sixteen year old cock and balls on the ruler. "Shit! I've seen pimples bigger than that." He threw the ruler away and grabbed the sobbing teen by his cock and nuts. He squeezed hard. Angel had never had any male except the doctor hold his fuckbag before. I felt so fucking weird. The coach squeezed harder, and Angel almost fell to his knees in pain. His eyes rolled up in his pretty Latino face and he let out with a howl of pain. "Let me just pop this pimple for you, Fagface. Can't have a pimple to destroy your pretty body, can we?" His fingers worked the tortured nutsack. Angel's mouth opened wide in agony but no sound could even come out. "What's this? Not a pimple at all? Well if it's not a pimple, and you can't get it hard like a dick, then it must be a clit. That's it. You're not a boy at all. You are a fucking cunt. Isn't that right Cunt?" The air whistled through the boy's teeth as he grimaced in pain. "PuhLeeze... I'm...not!" The coach screamed in Angel's ear. "Isn't that right, Cunt!" "Yuhesssss sir." The whole room spun and Angel felt he was about to pass out. "TELL ME... TELL ME YOU ARE A WORTHLESS COCKSUCKING CUNT." The coach's other hand went to the boy's chest and started to twist a nipple again. Angels tongue lolled out from his mouth and tried to form itself around words that wouldn't come. "TELL ME, PUSSYMOUTH... TELL ME!" The coach screamed. "I am a cunt... sir." The boy hissed, his knees giving out. The coach held him up by his tit and balls. "Louder, tell me louder that you are a worthless cocksucking cunt." "I am a worthless cocksucking cunt." There he had said it...it was out. He could never take it back. His manhood was in jeopardy. "LOUDER, ASS-BREATH." "I AM A WORTHLESS COCKSUCKING CUNT! A WORTHLESS COCKSUCKING CUNT! A WORTHLESS... CU-CUNT." Angel croaked out the nasty words. Finally the coach seemed satisfied and he let the boy go. Angel sank to the floor. "Stand up cocksucker." Angel slowly crawled to his large naked feet again. His legs were so weak he had trouble standing. "Well, since you are a failure as a boy...lets see how you do as a cunt. Turn around and show me your pussy." You just don't talk to a high school jock that way, unless of course you are the coach. Angel was spun around and the coach grabbed his ass cheeks. He squeezed and kneaded the strong smooth young ass globes. "Is this were you take it, pussyboy? Is this where you take all those high school boy pricks?" Spit ran from Angel's pretty mouth. "Sir, I don't... I..." His answer was muddled because at that moment the coach spread his fine young ass globes to reveal his tiny wrinkled brown puckered asshole. As pretty a teenage boy asshole as you could want. All perfect and tight and virginal. The coach almost came in his pants. He was going to get to fuck that sixteen year old boy asshole. He was going to turn that healthy jock boy into a stretched out cunthole. How great could a job get? The coach shoved one thick finger roughly into Angel's asshole. The boy bounced and tried to squirm away, but the coach had him by the neck. "Tell me, is this where all the teenage dick goes... up your pretty slut pussy? Is this where all the jock boys fuck you to dump their dick snot?" Angel was like a fucking rag doll, impaled on the coach's fucking finger. Beautiful naked Angel boy was getting molested big time. A ruthless adult male had his finger up the boy's tender virginal asshole turning it into a twat. Then the coach pulled the finger out and spun the boy around again. "You want any and every dick you can get, right?" "Oh God... I don't know... I..." "You want every dick you can get right?" "I..." The coach slapped the boy again. The room wouldn't stop spinning. "Whatever you say sir... please don't hit me." Angel whimpered. "Say it. Say you want every dick you can get." "I want it, I want every... oh God... every dick I can get." Angel got the words out. He would do anything to get out of that office. Anything to escape. "Louder, say it louder. Yell at as loudly as you can." "I WANT EVERY DICK I CAN GET!" Angel screamed until his voice cracked. "Again." "I WANT EVERY DICK I CAN GET." The coach smiled. "Then you must want my dick? Isn't that right, Faggot? If you want every dick you can get, then you must want the coach's dick too, since he has such a nice big fat dick." "What are you d-doing to me coach? Why...." Angel shook the sweat and tears out of his eyes. There must be some mistake, something wrong. What could he do to stop this torture. "Faggots can smell dick from across the room. I'll bet you can smell my dick, can't you? Tell me, Angel, Fucktwat, can you smell my big fat prick?" "Oh coach, please... Please... I can't... I can't stand this, I..." the boy was almost incoherent. "TELL ME CAN YOU SMELL MY DICK FROM WHERE YOU STAND?" "NO SIR, NO SIR, I CANNOT SMELL YOUR DICK... JESUS, PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE." 'CAN YOU SMELL MY BIG THICK CUNT BUSTING PRICK FROM WHERE YOU STAND?" "NO SIR, I CANNOT." Angels chest heaved, his tits heaved. "Well then get a little closer... so you can smell it." The coach grabbed Angel by the back of the neck and dragged him down close to the hard leaking prick in his trousers. "Can you smell it through my pants, now, you Sick Fuck you?" The coach was in seventh heaven, nothing in the world to compare with totally destroying a sixteen year old boy. To be continued... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 33