In this age of sexually transmitted diseases and disease control, you may wonder at the coach's lack of protection when having sex. Well, he hated condoms, except for fun games like "make the last boy to cum drain the fuck filled rubber," or "make The team manager suck fifty used condoms clean." Generally he forbade his boys to ever use them. He liked the feel of an unsheathed dick going in a young boy asshole. A rubber somehow deadened the experience. And besides, then you couldn't shoot your load of fuck slop right up in the little shit's guts. Condoms were for sissies and for whores. All the Coach's boys were clean, one hundred percent normal American Boys. They were just continually sexually abused is all.

And ten year old Timmy Lawson was certainly being sexually abused on this night before the big game. He was currently being ass fucked by his own brother. When the high school quarter back didn't fuck his little brother hard enough, the Coach whacked his muscular young ass with a belt. There were red stripes across the seventeen year old well fucked ass globes. Tommy knew the best to to come through this in one piece was to obey the coach. Poor little ass raped Timmy didn't know that, and so he begged his dear older brother to take his big dick out of his already thrice raped ass. That tiny ten year old ass just couldn't take any more abuse. It was already stretched all to hell and raw both inside and on the ass lips. But with each thwack of the Coach's wide belt, Tommy Lawson fucked the little boy harder and harder.

"I'm sorry, Timmy, I got no choice..." the older teen cried into the ear of his little brother as his big teen balls slapped on the ten year old's soft, pale naked body. Coach loved the sound of nut sacks slapping flesh as boys fucked. The poor ten year old was stretched beyond his limit. You know one does need to be careful with children. One needs to be responsible. Sure you may want to fuck some little boy's tender sweet ass , and I certainly don't blame you. Well I know that you just have to follow your feelings. But please be careful when you do fuck him, especially if he is under the age of twelve or so. If you turn his little boy asshole into a full fledged cunt, you may damage him for life. And while that is fine, are you willing to then take responsibility for him? Coach had a team doctor who travelled with them. The doc was a bit of an alcoholic and was currently sleeping off his latest drunk in his hotel room with one of the teenage players. He was not much of a party guy. He preferred to take just one of the handsome teens into his room and have sex with just that boy for the night. But he would check the fucked asses in the morning and apply a stitch or two where needed.

So Timmy Lawson had now been fucked by the Coach, his own brother, Asst. Coach Alenby, and now his own brother again. The little guy was certain he was dying. He had never felt so much pain and anguish. At ten, the body is very fragile and frail. Tommy Lawson still had not cum. Each time he approached an orgasm and his fat teen balls drew up in their fucksack, the Coach had made him withdraw his dick and calm down. The boy was now like a wild animal in fuck heat. If you have ever had the pleasure of working with a boy and bringing him right to the edge of shooting, only to force him to pull back, you know the pleasure of seeing his wildly panting chest, his red throbbing dick, and his maniac like look in the eyes. Tommy's tongue hung out of his mouth, spit and drool fell onto his little brother's body. He fucked harder and harder. It really looked like his dick was going to go right through the boy and pin his little body to the mattress.

Alenby was out rounding up more boys to fuck Timmy. After all, it was the night before the big game of the year, Coach had to celebrate. Coach picked up his cell phone and dialed the number of the muscular African American school bus driver, Terrence. "Hey, Terrence, how's it hanging? Bring that fucking Asswipe Chris Baron up to my room, will you?" Chris Baron was the fourteen year old Sophomore who served as team manager. He was a frail, weak, sissy boy whose father didn't care how much abuse he suffered as long he was turned into a real man. Of course, the bullying and abuse did no good, it wasn't in Chris' nature to be rough and tough. And so the abuse got worse and worse. He was literally the team's pussy boy. Coach would often make fourteen year old Chris kneel bare assed naked on the locker room floor while the team passed him to go into the showers, big senior jock teen dicks swinging over heavy nut sacks.

Every team member would lean over and spit right into Chris' face. Huge gobs of spit, thick with sinus crap. Sometimes, Coach would order the boy to hold his mouth open so the boys could hawk their spit directly into it. Then when his mouth was a lake of spit, he was made to swallow it, and then crawl into the shower and thank the seniors by licking their balls while they washed. I know there are some faggots out there who think young Chris Baron was lucky to have such a job, but he certainly didn't feel that way. He was a sensitive, frail youth, and the constant torment was driving him insane. Take tonight for example.

He had to unload the bus of all the equipment and uniforms and luggage. All by himself. There was a winter chill in the air, and Chris was made to wear only a tiny pair of pink shorts, cut so high that his ass cheeks showed, and a small pink tee shirt that was so tiny, eight inches of stomach showed. He was allowed only flip-flops on his feet. Printed on the tee shirt were the words, "TEAM FAGGOT!" He was such a sweet, cute boy, shy and quiet, and he never caused anyone any trouble. He was a bit of a dreamer and potentially a fine artist, if he lasted that long. Many a night, he didn't think he would make it through school. Chris had to sleep in the bus.He was given no blanket to cover himself, and it got damned cold in there. Terrence the big black bus driver with the twelve inch dick was allowed to fuck the boy. This was part of his reward for serving the Coach and the team. The frail youngster did not relish taking a huge black twelve inch dick up his ass, no matter how many times he had been ass fucked by Coach and Asst. Coach Alenby.

Alenby entered the hotel room with six members of he team, big muscular boys all, each with a raging hard on. The boys had been masturbating for hours without cumming as part of their training. Coach faced the nervous boys.

"Nothing to be frightened of, studs. Tonight's your lucky night. Since tomorrow is the big game and you have been stellar players all year, I am going to reward you. I am going to allow you to empty your balls!" At this, the boys brightened up with wide-eyed wonder. They had not been allowed to cum for two months. They'd had to wear cock cages at home and at school, and when with the coaches, they had been masturbated constantly, but not allowed to cum. Dick leak hung in strings from their teenage fuckers. "You get to fuck that little ten year old faggot on the bed."

The boys nervously looked at each other. None of them really wanted to fuck a little child. They were not pedophiles. They knew the coaches had a real taste for little boy mouth and ass from the way they kept urging the boys to bring their little brothers around to practice. Luke Stamos had once brought his five year old brother to a practice, and before he knew it, both coaches has stripped naked and taken the little boy into the showers. Luke never spoke to a soul about what he saw that day, but when he had gone to look for his little bro, he came upon a horrifying scene.

The five year old was naked and under the shower with the two giant fully grown men. He didn't even come up to their waists. Both coaches sported huge ten inch hard dicks. The little guy was standing between them, and they kept turning his tiny head from one hunk of erect fuckmeat to the other They took turns putting their plum-sized dickheads into the little boy's mouth, each time, forcing a bit more cock into the tiny boy. When he tried to pull away, they slapped him. The horrible thing for Luke, and the reason he had never told anyone, was that it turned him on. He stood there watching the two coaches and the little boy and he masturbated his own teenage dick. Why in God's name would the sight of his five year old brother getting molested, turn him on? Then, While the little boy sucked on the cock knob and four inches of coach's fat fucker, Alenby squatted and started to work in finger into the little boy's five year old asshole. The boy cried as he sucked dick for the first time in his life, and felt a thick adult finger twist and poke it's way up into his baby rectum. Coach reached down and took hold of the little boy's barely formed nipples and twisted and yanked on them. He fed the boy more and more dick. How could a boy that young take so much cock down his little gullet. The Coach had a way. He had practiced for years and years, and he knew how to properly molest a boy. He pulled hid cock knob out of the little mouth and pressed the kid's face into his giant sagging balls. He ordered the five year old to lick and suck his nuts. Hid huge dick banged against the boy's forehead and leaked pre-fuck all over the tiny face. Luke jerked his teen dick harder and harder as he watched his baby brother getting abused. Alenby had one whole finger completely up inside the boy's rectum and was working on getting a second one up there. The naked little boy turned his head while he lapped scrotum and saw his brother standing there. With a scream for help, he broke away from the two adults and started to run toward his brother. Luke stood there jerking his big dick. He couldn't help it. Luke had been sixteen at the time, and you know what sixteen year old boys are like. When they need to empty their balls, it's all they can think of. It controls everything else. Alenby shot out one arm and his hand caught the escaping little boy around the ankle. The slippery floor seemed to give way under the kid, and he went down hard onto the tiles..."SPLAT!" Both coaches cursed. Then they dragged the little boy across the wet floor. Luke looked into the terrified eyes of his molested little brother and meat his teen meat harder and faster. He saw the Coach with his massive ten inch prick lower himself over the little boy's baby ass. Surly they were not thinking of fucking the five year old boy? Not with those horse dicks. They would kill him. With that thought, Luke blew his load. Ropes of thick teenage cum shot across the locker room into the shower.

"Oh Fuck. Oh Jesus..." the teen howled as he unloaded for the first time in months.

"You'll be punished for cumming without permission..." Alenby shouted to the teen, as he held down the wailing little boy and the Coach with soap on his prickhead, forced the giant knob into the five year old asshole. As Luke's orgasm subsided, he could take no more of the horrible scene before him so he turned away, as his baby brother screamed in pain and terror. Neither of them had ever spoken about the incident. But oddly, in the last year, Luke found himself behaving in an increasingly sadistic manner toward his little bro. Little things, like for instance, for no reason at all at home, when he was allowed to go without his cock cage, he would take his dick, out of his pants and slap his little brother in the face with it. He forced the now six year old to lick his balls and even his asshole. He couldn't fuck the boy because he was not allowed to cum without permission, and he would not make that mistake again. He even pissed upon the little boy from time to time. Things he had learned in the locker room. Teenage boys love to piss on each other. It is a favorite prank in middle school and high school locker rooms across the country.

Now, Coach had Tommy pull out of Timmy's ass and go around to have his dick licked clean by the ten year old. Then he ordered Charles Jones a hulking brute of a boy to mount the ten year old's ass. "Don't be a sissy, Charles, fuck that piece of shit and dump your load up his ass. The boy who fucks this little cunt the hardest gets to cum every day for a week." The boys went wild. Little Timmy would have filled the room with screams of pain as the thick teen dick plowed into his raw raped asshole, only he couldn't scream, his mouth was filled with his own brother's filthy dick.

"Alenby, go get six more boys. Let's really give ten year old Timmy the time of his life." Just then the door opened and a six foot five black man hurled a skinny little fourteen year old boy into the room. The kid fell at the feet of the five naked jocks watching Timmy's ass fuck. They immediately began kicking the boy on the floor. This was how they treated Chris Baron.

"Get those fucking clothes off, Baron, how dare you stay dressed when we are bare assed. " The boy began to strip out of his shorts and teen shirt as fast as he could. He was shaking with fear. "Then get up here. While I watch young Timmy here get team fucked, I want to have my ass sucked!" Things were just getting going in the hotel suite.