Have you any idea what it feels like to be a ten year old boy, a cute skinny little thing with a sensitive, trusting nature, and to have do endure a ten inch, wrist thick cock going up your little ass? The pain is unbearable, but the pain is not the only horror. The humiliation. A boy just budding into pubescence, wary of his pale, thin body and his just growing genitals, shy about showing himself in front of others even with clothing on, suddenly stripped totally bare assed naked and fucked up his little round ass. The ass sphincter horribly stretched almost to the point of ripping. The girth of the fuckmeat pushing and straining hi bowels. The little tyke threw himself on the bed, but there was not way he could escape the invading fucker. Every now and then, Coach would slap him on the ass or head or face or wherever, not only to get him to hold still, but to keep him alert. Coach wanted to make sure the boy felt every single bit of pain in this initial fuck. I say initial fuck because Coach had big plans for this little fuckhole.

Coach fucked him in several positions. On his back, so the Coach would look down into the child's tear filled eyes and hear his begging moans and whispered pleas. That way he could also pull and twist the boy's puffy nipples. He made the child rest his feet on his muscular shoulders and he pounded his huge fucker as deep as he could up that ten year old rectum. Then the Coach flipped the kid over and forced him onto his knees, face and shoulders down on the bed, so the little ass was the highest thing about the boy. Then he punched his plumb sized dickhead forcefully back into the amazingly stretched boy asshole, turning it into a cunt. In this position, he could hold the boy by his small slender hips and pull the child back onto his throbbing leaking dick. The little boy's mouth opened and closed in silent screams. Several times he passed out, and Coach would slap him awake. He didn't want the boy to miss any of the fun. Then the Coach flipped the boy again. This time, the had the little boy sit on the fuckpole. The child had to wrap his arms and legs around the Coach, the the muscular middle aged man got up and walked around the room, carrying the ten year old on his dick. He bounced the boy to make sure he got balls deep up into the kid's guts. He sat the boy on the edge of the dresser and fucked him that way, so they could both watch the fucking in a mirror.

To say that at that moment, Timmy Lawson wanted to die, would be an understatement. He wanted ANYTHING to escape the blinding pain coursing through his little body. To die, to fly away, to awaken from the worst nightmare of his life, ANYTHING. The Coach laughed outright when the little boy cried for his mommy and daddy. He roared when the child screamed for his brother Tommy to come save him. Timmy was sure his asshole was destroyed for life. Surly once something that big was up inside of him, he would die. He felt as if his guts were being re-arranged, and to some degree he was correct. The Coach heaved and dripped sweat as he fucked the child.

Every now and then he would lean in and kiss the boy. He ordered the ten year old to open his little mouth. Then he would force his tongue in and swap the kid's mouth with man spit. Spit was the only lubrication he had used for this boy raping fuck. Soon Timmy's face was covered with the spit as well. It glistened in the dim lamp light of the hotel suite. It mixed and mingled with the tears rolling out of his terrified eyes. He knew now why boys didn't report such monstrous acts...why he would never tell anyone what had happened. He was too ashamed. He had been turned into a girl! He had had a man's cock up inside his asshole! He was mortified.

But the horrors only grew. At some point, the Coach took the boy back to the bed. He pulled his massive slab of fuckmeat out of the raped, sore, stretched boy asshole, and for a moment Timmy thought the worst was over. then the Coach crawled up to the boy's head. He cock that hung over the boy's face was streaked with the boys shit, along with other ass juice and cock drippings. Timmy gagged just looking at it and smelling it. For the moment, so numb was his ass, that he forgot about the pain, and stared in amazement at the huge dick and grotesque balls hanging over his cute young face. The Coach grabbed the boy by the hair.

"Open your fucking face cunt. I have to teach you to keep your pussy clean. I hate a shitty dick. From now on you will douche three times a day, so you are always clean for me!" With that, he shoved his filthy, rank, fucker into the child's mouth. The boy's mouth was hardly able to open wide enough to even take the dick into it. He thought his jaw would snap. And indeed, several young boys, many of them under eight had had to have their jaws wired after the Coach had face fucked them. Lots of little boys would have throat problems for life after taking the Coach's fat cuntbuster.

The douching part was accurate too. Coach was giving the boy sound advice. Each morning, the Coach's teenage athletes would report to the high school locker room to clean out their pussies. Because the coach believed in team bonding, the boys had to help each other by shoving enema hoses up each others' assholes. Nothing gay about this. Strictly business. Each of the teenage boys was required to take a two quart soap and water enema inside of himself. Then the boys were taken into the gym for morning exercises. They had to do jumping jacks and squats and run laps with the soapy water sloshing around inside of them and cramping them. Coach and his asst. loved to watch the boys crumple to the gym floor in agony as the enemas became almost unbearable to contain. If a boy dripped even a single drop out of his asshole, he had to get down and lick it up. Finally the boys were allowed to return to the locker room and shit out the soapy water. Here too, the Coach had his boys bond. They were forced to shit out the enemas two at a time. The toilet seat was raised, and one boy would sit on the cold porcelain of the toilet rim. Then a second boy would straddle the first, facing him. The first boy spread his legs wide, so the second boy also had access to the toilet bowl. Then, at the coach's command, the two boys would shit together. Imagine boys of fourteen to seventeen having to do this. Of course when you empty so much shit water, the cramping continues, and the boys would often cling to each other in pain. Sometimes for further bonding, the coach would make the teenage boys tongue kiss each other and make out. He called it "Signs of Friendship and Trust."

In the afternoon, after football practice, the boys were forced to endure a second enema. The team manager, Chris had to insert the hoses into the boys's asses on this occasion. The boys were busy masturbating each others' teenage dicks. They had to masturbate each other for forty five minutes straight without any one cumming while they held the enemas up their asses. The Coach was building men. The Coach and Asst. Coach Alenby would go down the line of boys and feel the thickness and length of their boy penises, commenting on cock growth and leakage. If a boy's dick showed growth or leaked an excessive amount, the boy was rewarded, often with a milking or an evening with the coach or asst. coach. The Coach also fed his boys any number of vitamins and enhancers, including viagra every day. As a result, his boys walked around most of the time in a state of "sexual madness."

More than a few teachers at the school complained how "the Coach's Boys" sat in class sporting huge erection which showed clearly in their pants and even played with themselves during lessons. The coach said it was just a part of a boy's growing up. And the school of course, ignored the complaints because Coach's winning teams were what brought the school money and fame. Imagine how the girls in the school felt, seeing these handsome teenage boys with hard dicks pushing out their pants and not even being able to talk or flirt with them. Many of the girls offered to suck the big dicks, but the boys were not allowed to mix with any cunt. They were "The Coach's Boys." The boys like Tommy Lawson who had the biggest dicks had the hardest time. Their penises rubbing all day on their trouser material. the Coach forbid the boys to wear underpants. So their cocks were right there hard and sensitive rubbing on their pants all day. You can imagine the leakage staining the trousers, and the acute embarrassment the boys felt with their fat fuckers pushing out their trousers and wet stains forming. Of course some of the teachers like gay Mr. Wilson, the Music Teacher, loved the sight. He would make the boys stand in front of the room and sing, their hard dicks poking out and their pants sopping wet with cock leak. Mr. Wilson dreamed of sucking off the boys, but would never dare make a move. These were "The Coach's Boys."

And now, as the Coach shot a huge load of ropey fuck up into ten year old Timmy's newly formed ass cunt, he became one of the Coach's Boys too. He had made he child lick and suck the dick clean, only to force it once again up the child's ass. The Coach had a huge load. Everyone said so. The boys were always amazed. He shot much more than they did, and they were in the prime years of sperm production. His balls were huge and he just seemed to have a never ending supply in his repository of fuckslop. Cum filled the boy's guts and squirted out along the sides of the fucking dick. Finally, when the boy lay limp as a rag, glistening with boy sweat, his cute face coated with spit and pre-fuck and ass juice, the Coach pulled his massive fucker out with an audible "plop!" Strings of fuck hung from the prick and connected it to the raped asshole. Coach once again crawled up to the child's face. He grabbed the boy by the hair and lifted his head. The kid's eyes were half closed and his mouth hung slack and swollen.

"Clean me, Asswipe!" He shoved his still huge limp dick into the boy's mouth to be licked and sucked clean. After all, the little shit had to learn proper etiquette. It was the boy's job to clean the dick out of respect after a good fuck. These were he kinds of lessons he taught his boys when he and Alenby had them over in the evenings. Each night he chose three or four boys to have over to his home. He go the parents' permission of course. "Special tutoring sessons" he called it. Well, it was true. The boys who came over were given a third enema of the day, then they were ass fucked by both coaches. They learned how to suck dick and eat ass. They would practice on each other. Sometimes they played 'Pain Endurance' games to toughen them up a bit. Sometimes the coaches sat on the faces of two of the boys, enjoying a good ass rimming while they watched sports on tv. None of the boys ever complained, it would have revealed information that was just too humiliating. Sometimes, just for fun, they would get a little sixth, seventh or eighth grader over from the grade school and fuck the shit out of him. In this case, the Coach allowed his boys to fuck but not cum. They would see which young athlete could fuck the young boy the roughest and hardest. The Coach's friend Al Johnson was the Phy-ed teacher at the grade school, and had a similar taste for young boy pussy as the coach. Of course the Coach only accepted a small number of boys from the grade school into his select high school program. Most of the cute ones had already been ass fucked silly by Al Johnson. Their tiny assholes were now large enough to accept beer and wine bottles, which was a favorite game of Al Johnson. Only the cute boys of course. the plain or fat boys were ignored. But when the Coach wanted some really young ass for his boys to play with, or for Alenby or himself to abuse, he would call on Al Johnson. Al was even able to provide boys as young as six and seven. But generally, Both the coachs' dicks were too huge to fuck six year old ass. I mean they just ripped those little rectums to shreds. They would have to report to the child's parents that the boy had had an accident in gym class. Still one could have fun with a boy that young in other ways. Coach loved to turn a six year old boy into a human pin cushion. He would spend hours sticking long pins into the tender little body of a crying boy. And then he would fuck the child's face. Don't get me wrong, even when he could not fuck a little boy because his dick was too large, he still worked the boys tender little asshole with his fingers and spoons and anything else he could find that delivered pain and discomfort. Truth be told, one of the reasons the Coach went into school sports was that he loved to see a boy in pain.

Now he reached for the bedside phone. "Hello, Alenby. How are you doing fucking Tommy Lawson? Fucked him twice, huh? Great! I just fucked the shit out of his ten year old bro. Tell you what. Drag that asswipe quarterback down to my room, will you? Lets have some fun watching he two brothers work on each other!"

On the bed, ten year old Timmy heaved a sob and moaned. He could not take any more abuse. But the night was still young!