The smell of dick filled the kitchen. It's funny how the moment a cock becomes aroused, it releases this potent odor. I suppose it goes back to the days when man was still mostly an animal and needed to attract a mate. The Coach was quite used to cock smell, spending most of his life in a high school locker room. He loved the smell of cock.

"And If Marshall loses to my boys, I get your son?" Did Alma blanche a bit at that? Did her lips quiver a bit with motherly concern, and did her eyes cloud with tears?

"You get this little bitch to do with as you want. Hell you fucked the shit out of me, and I turned out just fine." Pete laughed and fed more cock to his six year old son.

"We've got a really big canine mascot to our team,and I'd like to see that dog take a crack at your son with his massive doggie dick! that would be a sight." Little Andy sucked his father's cock, but his big eyes grew even larger. Did he hear correctly? Alma's big tits wobbled a bit as she trembled at the idea.

"But Marshall is going to slaughter you guys, and you know it. My quarterback knows that if we lose, I am going to shove a broom handle so far up his young ass, it comes out of his mouth. You think you punish your boys for losing, Coach, you ain't seen nothing. You taught me well, but I've taken it up a notch. When Marshall loses, I beat the ball sacks of my boys until their nuts are swollen like softballs and the little shits can't walk."

Without realizing it, Pete Peterson had gabbed the silken hair of his six year old son and was violently mouth fucking the little boy, who gagged and choked. snot ran from the tiny nose and pre-fuck squirted from between his lips and the dick he was frantically slurping.

Alma sensed her son's anguish and tried to intercede. "Darling, why not let me finish that blow job. You know how well I suck dick. Andy can't take it all, and I can..."

Pete snapped his head in her direction, and she stopped her movements toward her husband and cocksucking son. "Why the fuck don't you go upstairs and finger your cunt? Andy here has got to learn to properly suck a dick. If we do lose, God help us, do you think the Coach here is going to go easy on his throat or his ass?

Alma lost it then. She just forgot her place. "Then why would you make such an awful, stupid bet in the first place. Why would you promise our son as a sexual play thing?" Little Andy stopped sucking then, concerned at the sobs in his mother's voice, but a harsh slap to the side of his head got him dick slurping again.

"Because, you stupid fucked out cunt, we are not going to lose, and I am going to get some sweet ten year old boy ass to fuck rather than your smelly worn out twat. If you don't get your ass upstairs now, I am going to beat your cunt lips until they are swollen beyond recognition, and then I am going to fuck you with a wine bottle in the both the ass and dick ditch."

Tits wobbling and shaking, Alma left the room. Andy groaned for his mom, but kept sucking dick. Pete ran a tight household. "I apologize, Coach. The bitch gets uppity sometimes."

"I warned you not to get married. Wives are a fucking anchor around a man's neck. When they aren't getting fucked, they are nothing but trouble."

Pete put his hands on the back of his son's head and pushed so he could get more cock down the boy's swollen throat. "Yeah, but if I didn't marry Alma, then I wouldn't have this sweet little six year old asswipe to play with." He punctuated his sentence by jamming more dick in the boy's mouth. You could see the outline of his prick in the boy's neck.

Coach stood. "Well, I gotta get going. I still have not slept. I just wanted to make sure our little bet was still on, and I don't trust telephones for discussions of this nature." Pete stood too, his son still trying to keep the fat dick in his mouth,

"Whatever happens tonight Coach, it's a testament to you. You taught me everything I know." Coach moved in, grabbed his former student around the neck and planted a big open mouthed kiss on his mouth. The two men swapped spit and entangled their tongues, while Pete continued to face fuck his six year old son. "Promise me one thing, Coach."

"What is that?" Coach asked, grabbing Pete's large nipples and twisting and tugging on them.

"That if you do beat us...if you do win and get little Andy here for a romp, promise me that you will fucking destroy the little bitch. Promise me that you will wreck the little fuck for life. Do to him what you did to me and so many others. Promise me you will make him feel pain like he never imagined existed, and that you will open him up so he never goes back to being what he was. I want a total fucking wreck returned to me, hardly human, hardly a little boy any more. Nothing but a living breathing fuckhole!"

The Coach roared with laughter. "I promise," he said.