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Baseball Season - 1 
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)

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Coach takes out his anger on the baseball team captain. 
(M/m+, nc, rp, v, huml, latino)

***

The coach paced the room like a caged animal. He picked 
up a book and hurled it against one wall. He was 
furious. He had just watched his boys practice 
baseball, and he was pissed. You know the coach can't 
stand a losing team. He can't stand to come in second. 
That's one of the reasons he drives his boys so hard. 
And what he had just witnessed was so pathetic that a 
knot formed in his stomach and refused to go away. 

The boys on the baseball team were sloppy and lazy. 
Surly the assistant coach was partly to blame. He had 
been too easy on them, and he would be soundly punished 
for his errors. Oh yes, the coach was just as hard with 
his assistant coaches as he was with his boys. 

But today, he had a particular bone to pick with 
Rodriguez whom the boys called Roddy. Roddy was the new 
team captain, and the teams fuck-ups were officially 
his fault. With leadership some responsibility. He 
looked at Roddy's photo on his desk, and his thick dick 
grew harder in his pants. All the boys posed for naked 
photos at the start and end of each season so their 
development could be marked.

There was a knock at the door.

"Get your sorry ass in here!" the coach barked. He 
really was in a foul mood. The door opened and a 
beautiful Latino boy of sixteen entered the office.

"You wanted to see me, Sir?" The boy's voice shook not 
only from natural teenage juices, but also from fear. 
He knew from the way the coach had stormed off the 
field that he was furious.

The Coach grabbed the boy by the neck and threw him 
onto the floor.

"You fucking asswipe! What the fuck kind of captain are 
you?" He hauled back one foot and kicked the boy in the 
belly. You could hear the air being forced out of 
Roddy's stomach.

"Do you call that baseball practice? Have you no 
respect for the fine game of baseball? Standing around 
shooting the shit with your buddies, half assed 
catching, no enthusiasm in running!"

"Sorry, Sir! We were taking it a little easy after the 
weekend run. We ran five miles yesterday and are all 
pretty sore!"

"I don't care if you ran fifty miles! You fucked up 
sissy boy faggot dick ditch! When you are out there on 
the field you give one hundred and fifty percent, is 
that clear?" He kicked the boy again.

"Yes, Sir, I won't forget Sir!" The poor disheveled boy 
was so beautiful, it made the coach's dick hard to kick 
him around. The boy stayed on the floor, hoping to 
avoid further abuse, but when the coach got angry, only 
one thing would ease his furor.

"Get your fucking clothes off, now!"

Roddy knew what was coming, but he didn't hesitate. To 
hesitate was to incur more of the coach's wrath. He 
threw off his shirt and trousers and shoes and was soon 
stripped down to just his underpants and socks. The 
coach grabbed the boy by the hair and hauled him to his 
feet. Roddy's body was slender and smooth and almost 
hairless. He was a fucking treasure. "I saw you talking 
to those girls who were sitting in the bleachers all 
drippy cunted watched you guys play. What is the first 
rule of the Coach's Boys?"

"Never to speak to cunt, Sir." The boy's head was 
pulled back and coach spit in the teenagers face. Huge 
globs of spit rolled down the soft tan cheeks.

"If the Captain of the team gets all hard-dicked and 
drippy the minute some cunt is hanging around, how the 
fuck will his team members ever learn? Were you being a 
good example?"

"Sir...." the boy winced as the Coach grabbed a teenage 
nipple and twisted. "The cunts wouldn't go away and I 
spoke to them to tell them to leave us alone. I thought 
it was better if I spoke to them than one of the other 
guys on the team."

The coach yanked Roddy's head back until his mouth was 
wide open and then hawked a huge goober of spit into 
the kid's mouth.

"You fucking little liar. You chatted up those twats 
because your dick loved the attention you were getting. 
I saw you showing off and grabbing your pecker. You 
were thinking about fucking those bitches, weren't 
you?"

Roddy swallowed the spit. "No sir. I swear Sir. I am 
off cunt. I think only about sports and the team and 
serving you, Sir.

"When was the last time you shot your load?" The coach 
was working both the boy's tender tits now. He worked 
them so hard that there could be no sexual pleasure, 
only pain.

"Owwwwwww... I... I shot two months ago at the retreat. 
I shot a load for Mr. Johnson, the Trustee."

"What is your masturbation schedule?"

"I stay hard six hours a day, Sir. I get a hard on 
between each class. I masturbate during lunch and after 
Baseball. I double jerk with my partner Brian for an 
hour each night. Sir, I swear, I don't think about cunt 
at all!"

"Nothing but a sixteen year old piece of trash. I never 
should have made you Captain. You haven't got what it 
takes to lead other boys."

Roddy was crying now. Not from the pain, but from the 
loss of respect by the coach. Being a Captain was what 
every boy wanted. Roddy knew it would be hard going in. 
Very hard. Worse than the Marines, the boys said. The 
Coach was very hard. But it was worth it. The Coach's 
boys got scholarships to great universities. They were 
considered the best of the best.

"And why the fuck are you wearing underpants? Didn't we 
tell you boys we want you hanging free under your 
trousers?"

"Sorry, Sir! It's just that I drip so much, my trousers 
keep getting huge wet spots on them, even in class."

"So? That's your problem. That's no reason to break a 
rule! Now get those fucking panties off. And If I ever 
see you in panties again, you are off the team!" The 
kid was so scared he fell to his knees. The coach 
slapped the boy as hard as he could, sending the boy's 
face to one side. The sound of the slap filled the 
room. He grabbed the kid by the hair and hauled him to 
his feet again.

"I told you to strip off those fucking panties."

The boy stripped off his briefs, revealing the strong 
smooth muscular globes of his hard young ass.

The coach's big dick gave a lurch in his own trousers 
when he saw the boy's beautiful ass. the kid's dick was 
small and shrunken from fear.

"Look at that pathetic dick. You are more cunt than 
boy. That cock looks more like a clit, it's so small." 
The coach reached around and grabbed the boy's slender 
teenage prick and yanked it. Roddy screamed in pain. 
Then the coach grabbed the boy's fat nuts and squeezed.

"Your ball work on the playing field is rotten. Let me 
show you how to handle the ball. You keep dropping it 
because you don't grab it tightly enough. You got to 
grab that ball and not let go!" As he said this, the 
coach squeezed the poor boy's scrotum, squashing the 
delicate teenager nuts. The kid sucked in air and kind 
of hissed. His eyes grew wide with pain, and the coach 
spit in his face again.

The coach twisted and squeezed the soft young scrotum, 
pulling it away from the tan smooth boy body. Then he 
pushed the boy toward his desk.

"You also don't know how to slide. When you slide, you 
have to throw your whole body into it." The coach 
yelled, hurling the young boy across his desk. The 
tender naked teenage body slammed into the wood of the 
desk, knocking the air out of the boy.

"Turn over onto your back and spread your legs. I am 
going to beat your nuts with a ruler until they are the 
size of softballs!"

After he had beaten the boy into a quivering mass of 
teenage cunt, he would fuck the kid in the ass. That 
was what the coach had been after ever since he saw the 
boy on the field. " I think I feel like a little Latino 
pussy today," he had said. He could have chosen any of 
the boys. He fucked them all. They all sucked his cock. 
It was part of the training. They put up with it. But 
when he was in a foul mood, it wasn't just a fuck. 

It was rape. He was going to rape the ass of the 
sixteen year old boy. He was going to ram his huge dick 
so deep and so hard that it drew blood. He was going to 
make the boy scream until he was hoarse. Then he was 
going to pull his dick out and shove his hand up the 
kid's asspussy. 

Roddy had been fucked by lots of the Trustees. He was 
used to the routine. That's how you got to be captain. 
But he never got used to the rough sadistic fucks that 
some of them loved to give. He swore they just loved to 
hurt boys.

The coach picked up a ruler. "Spread those legs. And I 
don't want to hear a sound while I am beating those 
nuts! Team captains aren't babies. They don't squeal 
like piggies every time it gets a little uncomfortable 
for them."

The boy had beautiful baby makers, and the coach was 
going to enjoy ruining them. Whacking them so hard that 
they indeed swelled up like oranges. He would probably 
never be able to have children once the coach finished 
with him. But who the fuck cared? 

The Coach could hardly wait to get his own huge leaking 
prick out of his pants and into the boy's tender ass. 
First though, he would make the young Latino colt suck 
his cock and lick up the dick drip. He would work his 
fingers into the boy's cunt and stretch it good. He 
would then make the brat suck his fingers clean. After 
fist fucking the boy, he would reach into his desk 
drawer and pull out a bottle of whiskey he kept there 
and shove the bottle up the fucked out pussy.

He would make the boy crawl back to the dorms with the 
bottle up his ass. It would show the other boys that 
you didn't slough off during practice. It would set a 
good example. It would also show some of the new 
freshman boys what they could look forward to. Some of 
that fresh young boycunt was so small and young and 
delicate that it was torture not to grab them and fuck 
them right in the school halls. All that fourteen year 
old teenage boy ass in those gray uniform pants. The 
coach couldn't wait to get to work on the new boys, and 
Roddy here would show them what lay in store for boys 
who fucked up!

The coach smiled back at the crying naked boy on his 
desk. So vulnerable. 

So beautiful. Perfect!

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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