Fourteen year old Chris Baron came waddling out of the bathroom. Waddling I say, because his teenage tummy was so distended from drinking piss, that he looked nine months pregnant. He was sweating piss, his pores trying to release some of the teenage jock urine that the boy had been forced to swallow. His lips were swollen and his tongue thick. Piss soaked his hair and dripped from his small thin fourteen year old body. His eyes were red from crying and piss ran from his nose. He stopped in the doorway, knowing he would get in trouble if he got piss on the hotel suite carpet. He moved from one big teen foot to the other as the piss sloshed around in his guts and stomach cramps crippled his young body. When he tried to speak it was more of a moan than any kind of language you would recognize.

Coach was busy. He and Alenby and Terrence were getting ten year old Timmy ready to be fucked by the big black team mascot. When he heard Chris moan, his head snapped around and he scowled. No boy wanted to see Coach scowl.

"What the Fuck?" he growled. He had been massaging Timmy's sore raped asshole, rubbing the newly formed ten year old pussy. Terrence was holding the huge black dog on the bed. The animal was used to boy sex, and he was anxious to get started. Terrence's big black dick was massively erect and leaking all over the bed sheets. Alenby held Timmy's head still and rubbed his fat sweaty ball sack all over the kid's face. I don't know if you can imagine a frail ten year old boy having to go through this. You can only imagine how this would affect him for the rest of his life. It would certainly affect his sex life. Would he ever be able to fuck a girl after this? Would he carry the scars of this horrible abuse with him forever? The Coach certainly hoped so. He wanted his boys to be devoted only to him for life. Now Timmy was not technically one of the Coach's boys, but more of a team mascot, like the big black slobbering dog.

A few years back, one of the Coach's former boys had gotten married. The guy was twenty-four and a well guilt handsome college grad up and coming businessman. He had however called Coach for permission to marry the girl of his dreams, so tied were these boys to the Coach. Coach had giving his blessing and had even showed up at the wedding. Just before the ceremony, he took the groom into one of the rooms of the church and fucked him in the ass. The groom had come out onto the alter to greet his bride with cum running from his just fucked asshole. He also had the taste of dick and balls and the Coach's sweaty ass in his mouth, and when he kissed the bride, she noticed the odd taste and smell.

The Coach had brought six of his best high school players along with him to the event, and even though they waited at the motel, when the Coach called them, they hurried over to the ballroom where the reception was being held. They took the groom into a storage room and all six well hung high school jocks had fucked his ass and mouth. The Coach called it his wedding gift. Then the Coach masturbated the groom six times so he would have no spunk left for his new bride and made the groom drink down the sperm.

Cum bubbled out of the groom's ass as he danced with his new bride. She asked him if he was not feeling well, and he said it was just all the excitement of the evening. A year later, the groom's new wife gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, and Coach called the groom and informed him that when the boy was five, he would be enrolled in a private school run by some friends of his. The boy would be raised with proper respect for the Coach and his friends and their methods of "Boy Education."

"What the fuck do you want?" The Coach snapped at fourteen year old Chris Baron. "Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Coach, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, but I just can't drink any more piss. There is still about two inches in the tub, and I just can't hold any more. I'll explode." As he said this, the boy burst out in piss tears. His smooth pale young tummy was stretched beyond belief.

"Oh Christ. Tommy, go on in the bathroom with the faggot and make sure he drinks all the piss." Tommy Lawson, who had been watching with horror the preparations for the ass fucking of his ten year old brother by a huge dog, jumped at the excuse to get out of the room. He padded on big naked seventeen year old feet, his fat dick swinging, across the room and grabbed the smaller boy by the shoulder.

"Let's go, Assbreath, you heard the Coach." The fourteen year old screwed up his face and wailed. Tommy slapped the boy good and hard. "Coach says, drink piss, you drink piss!" The high school Quarterback was in no mood to take any shit from the fucking faggot team manager. He couldn't stand the dweeb faggot anyway. He hated the way Chris sat there on his little stool handing out towels and drooling at the big fat swinging teenage dicks of the high school jocks. There are those who would agree with Chris Baron that there is nothing in the entire world so beautiful as a fat full young high school dick. No one knew for sure if Chris even was a faggot. It was enough that he was slender and pale and small and weak, and that his own father called him a faggot. His dad had started the bullying and abuse that the boy now received on a daily basis.

"Please, Tommy, I'm trying. I really on. Look at my stomach. It hurts so bad, I can't stand it. I drank all the piss I could."

"You fucking asshole. How many times has Coach told you, you can't let good jock piss go to waste." Tommy slapped the younger boy once again, sending the kid's head snapping to one side. Tommy grabbed the faggot boy by the back of the neck and threw him down on the floor next to the tub. He bent the boy over the rim so his cute young face was in the piss lake. The boy grunted as fresh waves of pain coursed through his young thin body. Tommy reached over to the shelf above the sink and grabbed a large plastic stick of deodorant. he then spread the fourteen year old's grapefruit ass cheeks and without any lube plunged the deodorant up the fourteen year old's rectum. Sick sibilant groans escaped the boy's lips, like wind screeching through a train tunnel. Then Tommy reached over to the counter a second time. He grabbed a large plastic clip that Coach used to train the nipples of his boys.

You may wonder why a high school athletic coach would bother to train the nipples of his young charges. He wanted his boys to stand tall and proud. He wanted them to be able to proudly go shirtless and show their well formed teenage boy pecs. And part of good chest development is a well formed pair of nipples. Look at the male models in fashion magazines. They all have really nicely formed big pouty nipples. The Coach wanted his boys to be the best, so every day, his players had to exercise their nipples. Because he believed in team effort, he would have the boys stand facing each other and twist and tug on each others' tits for fifteen minutes. No sissy tugs either. Any boy who did not really twist and pull and tug his partner's tits was punished. Coach was delighted to learn that Coach Johnson in the grade school was starting this same program with his boys from the second grade up. It also really helped the boys to bond. On a visit to the grade school just a few weeks ago, Coach had worked on the nipples of a shy eight year old boy for half an hour to show Coach Johnson some of his advanced techniques. When he was finished, the little boy's nipples had stood out proudly like a cunt's tits. Of course the sow teat effect would not last on the boy unless the practice was repeated three or four times a week. Coach Johnson promised that he would continue with little eight year old Alan's "sow teat development" and us him as a test sample for the rest of the boys. You've all seen the huge distended nipples on adult males who are into rough s/m nipple torture. Well Coach believed there was no reason that boys of ten and eleven cannot have tits like that too. Of course it causes the boy extreme pain but you all know Coach's theory about pain. He believes it is good for a boy and helps to make a man out of him.

So now Tommy took one of the large strong spring nipple clams that Coach used on some of his boys and fastened it on the very tip of young Chris Baron's fourteen year old dick. A fresh howl filled the bathroom as the claw like clamp closed on his fresh pink cockhead.

"There, that should keep you from losing any piss. Now get your face down in that tub and start drinking!" All of this excitement had given Tommy a fucking raging hard on, and he wondered if he dare blow his load without the Coach noticing. Blowing your cream without permission was the very worst thing one of Coach's boys could do, but Tommy had been so fucked up all night, he felt as if he just had to unload. His big teen balls ached. You know what it is like when a teenage boy has to release a fuckload. It obsesses him. He wondered if he might be able to fuck Chris Baron in the ass without Coach finding out. With one big naked foot, he eased the bathroom door closed. Then he removed the deodorant bottle from the fourteen year old's sore ass. He placed the head of his big dick right at the young teen's ass pucker. No doubt about it, Chris Baron had a beautiful asshole. One of the prettiest teenage boy assholes in the whole school, and believe me, there were plenty of very attractive teenage boy assholes at this particular school. Tommy pushed and the fat plum sized jock dickhead popped into the kid's rectum. Chris pulled his piss soaked head up out of the urine and looked over his shoulder.

"If you let me fuck your ass, I'll let some of the piss down the drain and not tell Coach. If you ever say a word to anyone about this, I will make life total shit for you." And with that, he plunged six inches of his eight inch dick into the kid's shithole.

"Ahhhhh, with my stomach so full of piss Tommy, It hurts to much. It burns and aches and pounds and I can't stand it."

"I don't give a shit, you just shut the fuck up and take it!" Tommy slammed the final two inches into the boy's gut and heard his big balls slap against teen boy flesh. It wouldn't be a long fuck. He just needed to unload the nutsack cream, the fucking baby batter.

In the other room, Alenby was slapping ten year old Timmy's face with his leaking dick, trying to bring the boy around so he would be fully alert for the dog fuck. "Come on you little bitch, wake up. Time to be fucked by a nice big juicy doggie dick." Coach laughed.

"Piss on the bitch's face a little. That should bring him around, fucking ten year old cunt!"

"Jesus, I don't know if I have any piss left in me."

Coach handed Asst. Coach Alenby a glass. "Get some from the bathtub. We'll make this ten year old whore drink some to wake him up."

Terrence laughed his big full toothed laugh. "That boy already drank a gallon of fine male piss this evening."

"A little more will bring him around." Coach worked three fingers deep into little Timmy's raped and stretched asshole. "This ten year old is ready for dog dick."

Asst. Coach Alenby opened the bathroom door and was shocked at what he found there. The seventeen year old high school quarterback, Tommy Lawson was ass fucking the fourteen year old team manager, Chris Baron. Tommy was in the throes of teenage boy ecstasy and had his head thrown back and his eyes closed. Chris was bend over the rim of the bathtub and was sobbing as the big fat jock cock plowed into his boycunt.

"Ahh, oh God, no, take it out. It hurts too much. It's too fucking big..." Chris Baron sobbed these words like a religious mantra. He'd taken bigger cock. Shit, he'd taken Terrence's foot long nigger dick. It must be because of the piss bloating his stomach that it hurt so much this time. Chris felt as if his insides were being ruptured. His thin boney ten year old knees slid across the floor and his little body slammed into she side of the tub with each cock thrust from the horny jock.

"You fucking piece of faggot shit..." Tommy hissed as he slammed his prick harder and harder into the boy.

Alenby made a mental note of what he had seen. He wouldn't do anything about it now...it was great leverage to use later. But he wanted the boys to know he knew, so he bent over and scooped some piss out of the tub into the glass. Tommy's eyes flew open and his mouth made a silent scream, as he realized the Asst. Coach had caught him fucking. Chris Baron too was terrified. He feared that somehow he would be blamed for this whole thing. He always got the blame for everything.

Alenby smiled. "We'll chat about this later!" he said and turned and left the room. Tommy wanted to cry. His entire career could be ruined. But it was too late now, and the pain in his seventeen year old nuts was tremendous. So he slapped Chris Baron on the shoulder to get him to turn around and continued ass fucking him. Alenby brought the glass of piss into the bedroom and while Coach held young Timmy's head up, Alenby parted the boys sweet soft swollen from cocksucking lips and poured the piss down the boy's throat. The delicate ten year old sputtered and the big lashes on his eyes fluttered and he came around. Almost at once he started to cry. There wasn't an inch of him, inside or out that wasn't wracked with terrible pain. His ten year old asshole by turns was numb and burned like it was on fire. His small cute boy dick was rubbed raw. His nipples were red and swollen. His throat felt clogged and swollen from all the cock he had been forced to suck. What a wonderful introduction to sex for an innocent ten year old boy. And there was more to come.

Allenby held the boy's head and Coach his body while Terrence walked the huge black slobbering dog over the boy, until it stood with it's big balls hanging over Timmy's face.

"All right Timmy, lick the doggie's fucksack so that his nice big prick comes out of it's sheath."

Can you imagine a more beautiful sight that a ten year old boy licking a dog's scrotum? Perhaps for some of you, the only thing more precious would be a lad or girl of a slightly different age. But the reality of a child's tongue extended and lapping a the stinking pebbly leathery ball sack of a dog is truly a special thing. Timmy's tongue tasted Dog scrotum for the first time. The Coach understood that dirty filthy perverted sex was what life was all about. He stoked his mead as Alenby lifted Timmy's head so the boy could better cover the canine ball sack with his little tongue. The dog nuts swung and boy spit and dog ball sweat dripped down on Timmy's face. The boy's toes curled and he tried to twist away, but Coach slapped the kid's stomach hard.

"You lay still and be polite to your new boyfriend. Lick his fuck sack. Look, I can see the pink tip of his dog pizzle coming out of the sheath. It won't be long now!"