The Coach dragged ten year old Timmy Lawson across the floor by his hair. The boy screamed, but the horny jock never took notice. the child's arms and legs flopped and flapped. His ten year old boy feet slapped the carpet, and his hands clawed at the big muscular man. the Coach threw the bare assed boy onto the bed.

"You'd better fucking settle down, you bitchy little asswipe you," the Coach said laughing a the cute little naked imp. The Coach kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks. It had been a long bus trip, and he was tired and sweaty. He needed to relax. He needed to fuck some boy ass. The Coach fucked so much boy ass that he had forgotten what it was like to have to sleep without his dick up some teen or pre-teen rectum or in some boy's mouth. He loved to sleep all night with a boy down between his strong hairy muscular legs. He would often instruct one of his young athletes, " If I wake up and don't feel you lapping at my nutsack, you are in big trouble." So the frightened youth would stay awake, licking the salty, wrinkled, hairy scrotum all night. Imagine being only sixteen or fourteen or twelve or ten or eight, and having to lick a man's big fully floppy ball sack for eight hours straight. The Coach did the same thing with his ass. He'd have some young boy suck his ass for hours and hours without stopping. If the boy grew exhausted and let his young pink tongue slip from the Coach's rectum, he was in big trouble. Do you know how it can hurt the muscles of the tongue to have to keep it working up inside an asshole for four or five hours straight? Really young boys especially had a terrible time with this. The Coach believed you can't start a boy out too young. He would often stop in a mall or on the street and put his hands on the shoulders of a boy of four or five and smile and say to the parents, "You should get this young man involved in a good athletic program." And then he would give them his card. All the while of course, he was thinking about turning the boy into a perfect little cocksucker.

In dealing with very young boys, he throught of the boys cute face as just a kind of cunt to fuck. For example, he would put a very little boy on his back on the bed and then lie on top of the child with his fat dick in the kid's mouth. Then he would slowly allow his dick to erect and work it's way down the little boy's throat. The helpless child, trapped beneath the Coach's big hairy muscular body, could not even move, much less escape. He would lie there in horror, feeling the huge slab of fuckmeat thicken and lengthen, snaking it's way down his tiny throat. To the Coach, it was more of a hole to fuck than a boy face. It was mostly with older boys, boys of eight and older that the Coach really got into humiliation, degradation and psychological and physical abuse. t wasn't until a boy began to be aware of his sexuality that you could truly humiliate him.

Then again, the Coach wasn't fussy. He would gladly sexually corrupt and destroy a boy as young as two and a young man well into college. He was very Catholic in his tastes.

He dropped his pants and his pre-fuck soaked boxer shorts. Little ten year old Timmy Lawson's big bright eyes grew even larger. They looked as if they would pop out of his head. He had only ever seen a few cocks in his life. He had showered with his big brother whom he idolized from time to time and been in awe of the teenage jock's fuckmeat. Tommy Lawson was proud of his fuckmeat and liked to show it off. He would often walk around the locker room at school chatting with the other boys and letting his big fat teenage prick swing and bounce. It might have made him feel more masculine, since almost all the guys knew of the sexual abuse he had to suffer at the hands of the Coach. Still, all the Coach's boys had fallen under his idea of fun at one time or another. They were all constantly abused and only put up with it because they respected the man so much as a coach, and their team was a constant champion, and they eventually got really great scholarships to important universities. But Tommy, the star quarterback was the most abused boy. It was like sometimes he had to take it for the whole team. The guys all knew Tommy was totally straight. They knew he much he wanted to fuck girls. Shit, they all did. They talked about it all the time. Only they were not allowed to date girls. The girls at the school didn't understand how the entire Varsity Football Team could be so turned off by the female sex. Jesus, they just about threw their young cunts at the boys. But if the Coach ever found a boy doing anything with a girl, even kissing, the boy was out like that! His chances were over.

Also, Tommy had a nice big dick and was the envy of many of the boys. So, when he showed it to his little brother, it was not from any homosexual urge, Gods no, it was just from a normal teenage boy desire to show off. And Timmy of course at ten years of age was duly impressed by a slab of boy fuckmeat that hung six inches flaccid and eight inches hard. Yes, sometimes Tommy would bone up so he could enjoy the look on his little brothers' face. When Timmy stared at his big bro's fucker, his own hand would go down to his ten year baby dicklet and he would fondle himself. That always brought a smile to Tommy's lips.

Tommy sometimes let his little brother sleep with him. Timmy had bad dreams upon occasion and sought the comfort of someone older. Tommy, being a high school senior jock slept bare assed of course. The Coach ordered all of his boys to sleep naked, and Timmy felt somehow excited by this. The first time, Timmy had worn his little white briefs, but Tommy had laughed and roared, "Get that fucking diaper off. Sleep like a man!" So the two boys had crawled into bed naked. During the night Tommy held Timmy and talked in his sleep about what a beautiful cunt "She" was. Timmy knew his older brother was dreaming about some girl. He felt embarrassed, but didn't want to disturb his brother's much needed sleep. Tommy held Timmy close, and Timmy felt his brothers huge erect penis rubbing up and down his little ass crack. Tommy began to lick and kiss the back of Timmy's neck. He talked in his sleep. "Oh, Marcy, I need to fuck you. I need to fuck your hot tight juicy cunt!" Timmy held his breath. He knew Marcy was Marcy Delauy, a really hot Freshman girl at the high school. The boys all talked about wanting to get her pussy, even the ten year old boys in grade school who were not sure how to even fuck a pussy.

Timmy felt Tommy's huge, now leaking, dick push it's way between his young small ass cheeks. He was both horrified and excited at the same time. He loved his older brother and would do anything for him, but he didn't want to be Marcy Delauy. Tommy had held the boy so tightly that Timmy could hardly breath. The teen jock rubbed his fat fuckmeat up and down in the kid's ass crack until he had shot a huge load of boy spunk. Timmy's little dick was rock hard, and of course he wanted to bring himself off to a nice dry cum, but he didn't dare disturb Tommy.

This unusual brotherly ritual continued for some time, two or three nights a week. But then, Coach started to control when and how often his boys were allowed to cum, and so it had stopped. Tommy even had to wear a kind of cage on his cock when h was at home, so he could not shoot his teenage boy load. The Coach and Asst. Coach Alenby held the keys to all the boy's cages. Timmy sort of missed the night time ritual. But he did not want this strange man who was int he hotel suite with him to do anything like it. He feared and was repulsed by the muscular giant. And now, when the Coach dropped his pants, the little boy totally freaked out.

The Coach was hung like a horse. Like a fucking horse. His dick was thicker than Timmy's arm and covered in veins. Strings of fuck hung from the broad pisshole. The skin had pulled back so the shiny head and pisshole winked at the boy. The dick throbbed with a life of it's own, and Timmy knew he would be ruined by a cock of that size. Beneath the fuckmeat hung two nuts the size of hard boiled eggs in a loose fleshy scrotum. Coach pulled off his sweatshirt and tee shirt. Now he stood naked next to the bed, watching the cowering naked little boy.

"Allright, Assbreath, first, I want you to show me what a good little slut you are. Spread your legs, shove some fingers up your asshole and finger fuck yourself.

Ten year old Timmy was terrified. "I don't know how. I never done nothing like that. It's dirty!" The boy almost spat the words, his big eyes filled with tears.

"God Damned Fucking right, it's dirty. It's filthy. That's why I want to see it. I will give you twenty seconds to get two fingers deep up your asshole, or I swear to God, I will take my leather belt to your ass and not stop whipping you until you are bleeding."

Timmy was a spunky kid, got to say that for him. "You can't do this to me. It's illegal. I'm only ten years old!" he shouted, his voice thick with spit and tears.

The Coach grunted and reached out and grabbed the boy by the ankle and pulled him over to the edge of the bed. Then he took the little boy head and pressed the kid's face right into his huge smelly cock and balls.

"One way or another, by morning, you are going to be in love with this! You choose. We can do this the easy way or the hard way." He mashed the cute little face into his sweaty genitals. Timmy's face was covered in dick leak. Now, there are very few sights in the world more lovely and provocative than the sight of the face of a nine or ten year old boy coated in cock slime. There is something very primal about it. It reminds us of the rituals young boy in primitive tribes went through in order to become men. Rituals like having to suck off every male in the tribe, two hundred or more men. Imagine a boy of eight having to do that. And then getting circumcised with no anesthetic. The Coach too, felt he was helping young boys become men through his rituals with them.

He reached down and grabbed the little boy by the nipple. He twisted hard. The kid almost fainted from the pain. Then he shoved the child back on the bed. He snapped his arm out and slapped Timmy hard on the face. A big red welt formed on the child's left cheek. The ten year old gulped for air.

"Now fuck two fingers in and out of your ass. I'm trying to help you here. It will make it easier for you, when I shove my big dick up there."

"Oh please, please, don't do this to me. Please, I beg you...don't do this to me." The Coach's arm shot out again, but this time he bragged the little boy's small pink penis. He pulled the kid across the bed by his dicklet. Then he lifted his strong arm, raising the boy up off the bed by his cock. The boy hung there suspended by his dick. His body twisted and squirmed in agony.

"You are so young and so little, that I can easily fucking destroy you. I can hurt you more and more. I suggest you learn like your brother did, that you never say no to the Coach."

Once again, the boy was deposited on the bed. His fingers instantly went to his little ass and he worked two of them painfully into his tight pink little asshole.

"That's the right attitude. Now you're a good boy. Spread your legs and lift them, so I can see your fuck yourself in the ass with your fingers. Deeper, you can go deeper than that. I want to see those fingers all the way up there." Timmy let out little moans like a tiny wounded animal, as he fucked his ten year old fingers up into his ass. He had never ever done anything like this.

"It hurts, Sir..." he moaned.

"Of course it hurts, we're opening you up for Cock! It's going to hurt a whole lot more when I fuck your tiny ass with my big fat dick. The more you can open up your pussy, the less it will hurt."

'Oh God," Timmy squealed, working his fingers around in his tight little asshole.

"Don't worry, I've fucked boys much younger than you, and for the most part they ended up fine. A few of them needed stitches in their ass lips where I ripped them, and some of the very young ones had internal injuris from the size of my dick, but I'm sure you'll be fine. I fuck your big brother three or four times a week, did you know that/ He's got a real nice pussy now. You see when you fuck a boy in the ass often enough, his ass actually changes shape and turns into a kind of pussy. It even starts to look like a pussy. I like all my boys to have pussies. I know you think right now, that I will never be able to fit all of this massive hunk of cuntbuster up into your tiny asshole, but I promise you, we will get it balls deep. I won't rest until I have fucked you silly. Now get three fingers up there."

"Oh God, Sir. Please. I can't. Even two hurts so much I can hardly stand it. I am trying, Sir, you can see that. I can't do three. That's too much."

"Look, Shitface. Your entire hand is smaller than my dick. How the fuck am I going to get my fucker up your pussy if you don't stretch it? I don't want to bruise my dick. You are a fucking dumb cunt, aren't you? Now I don't care how much it hurts, get three fingers up your twat! And spread those fucking thin little legs, so I can watch." The Coach's dick just grew larger and larger and dripped more and more. Poor little Timmy was almost out of his mind with fear. But his ordeal was just beginning.