Joey and the Coach Part One (M/m-teen, nc, huml, alc)

by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
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The Coach has to seriously discipline Joey for being
drunk.
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Coach Black felt his prick jump in the trousers of his
seven hundred dollar suit. At last...at last he had
that 16 year old cunt Joey Gonzalez where he wanted
him. That smart mouthed, wised assed teenage jock
cunthound had finally put himself into the position
Coach Black had waited for.
Sure the kid was the star of the football team, and
sure he was good. And he maintained a good grade point
average to boot. But all of that only increased his ego
and his sense of self importance. Coach Black hated the
way he walked around the school as if he fucking owned
it.
He hated the way he smarted his way into the good
graces of all the teachers. He wouldn't be surprised if
the little shit was fucking two or three of the female
teachers. Maybe that's how he got those good grades. He
certainly had fucked enough of the town girls if rumors
could be believed.
Good thing this was an all boys boarding school and he
could be kept away from cunt by grounding him. There
was another way to cure the little prick of his
arrogant ways, and now Coach Black had the leverage to
do it.
Coach smoothed down his trousers and pressed the hard
prick against one leg. He didn't care if the boy saw
it, but he didn't want his secretary Miss Finch to have
kittens. He threw open his office door and yelled with
a volume famous throughout the school. "Gonzales get
your ass in here, Now!"
Gonzales struggled to get up off the couch on which he
was sitting. He didn't do too well, he was a bit drunk
you see. Perfect. "Miss Finch, go to lunch!" The Coach
barked.
"But it's four thirty in the afternoon... Sir," she
stammered, closing her files and grabbing her purse.
"Then go someplace. You don't want to be around for the
next hour or so." Coach grabbed the weaving boy by his
blue school shirt and hauled him into his office. He
slammed the door.
"You fucking Cunt!" he screamed a few inches from
Joey's face.

"Please don't kick me off the team sir. Please don't

kick my off the team. My father will kill me!" The cute
teenager slurred. His father was a very rich, very
important, self-made man.
"How will he feel when you get kicked out of the
school, huh, Dickhead?" Coach held the boy up by his
shirt collar. Then he flung him back onto the couch.
The room spun for poor Joey.
'Oh God...Oh God I am so sorry. I am so sorry," the
teenager blubbered. "It was...well, we won the big game
and I was... we were just kicking back and..."
Jesus, the kid was a hunk. Coach Black could hardly
keep his hands off of him.
Many many days he had watched the stud in the locker
room horsing around with
the other guys after a practice or a game. He had
watched the kid's bouncing
balls and his fat uncut prick.
Mostly he had watched the kid's gorgeous ass. It
was a perfect athlete's ass. Full and meaty and
muscular. He'd heard stories of
how Joey made his girlfriends lick and suck his ass.
The fucking nerve of that
teenage punk, to expect junior high or high school
girls to suck your ass. And they'd done it too, damn
bitches. Sows! Because it was so special to be the
girlfriend of Joey Gonzales.
Everybody knew he expected a blow job on the first
date, and a fuck on the second if you made it that far.
Girls over at the public high school talked about his
dick all the time. Coach Black hated the kid's fucking
arrogance.
"Coach... coach, I never did anything wrong before.
Please don't get me kicked out of school... please
Sir."
"We cancelled classes today to honor you boys and your
victory. We had a field day and how do you show your
thanks, by going out and getting bombed. If the best
quarter back of our team can't abide by the rules, how
can I expect any of the boys to stay in line?" The
coach threw a file across the room and it smacked the
wall. Joey blinked to clear his spinning head. He had
never seen the coach this angry.
He spun on the boy. "I heard you smuggled a townie girl
up into your dorm room. Is that true?"
"Jeez Coach, I get horny, just like all dudes my age...
I have..."
"Did you smuggle a fucking 14 year old slut up into

your room?" The coach stood over the boy and a little
of his spit fell on the kid's face.
Joey hung his head, he had tears in his eyes. "Yeah...
I did."
"Who?" The Coach leaned in.
"Jennie Stevens..."
"Jesus Christ, do you want our school closed down?"
Jennie Stevens was the daughter of the town preacher, a
very conservative up-tight individual. Did you fuck
her?"
The coach's dick was leaking in his trousers like mad.
Good thing, he'd worn a dark suit.
"DID YOU FUCK THE FUCKING BITCH?"
"Yes Sir." Joey was crying pretty hard now, feeling
really bad and quite sick besides. "Andy fucked her
too."
"I don't care about Andy. Andy's not on the team."
Actually the coach did care about Andy. That was
another ass he really wanted to plow with his big thick
dick. "I care about the Team and a law suit and my job!
How many times did you fuck her?"
"Please Coach, I don't feel so good..."
The Coach hauled off and slapped the boy hard across
the face. Joey couldn't believe it. "How many times did
you fuck her?"
"Three... three... Jeeze, you hit me. You hit me
Coach!"
The Coach raised his hand to strike again and Joey
cowered on the couch. "Three! I fucked her three
times... and a blow job. She gave me a blow job too."
"From what I hear, you like to fuck ass. Did you fuck
her in the ass?"
Joey's eyes grew wide. "Who did you hear that from?"
The Coach kicked out with his expensive shoe and caught
Joey on the inner thigh. "Answer my fucking question!
Did you fuck the whore in the ass?"
Joey crawled halfway up the wall. "No! No Sir... She
wouldn't let me. I tried to, but she wouldn't let me."
"Did you use a condom? Answer me boy, did you use a
fucking rubber?"

Joey shook his head. A little spittle formed at the

corner of his cute mouth. "I don't use those. They
wreck the fuck."
"What a fucking loser you are." The coach went to his
desk and returned with a half full bottle of whiskey.
"You like to drink so much, here drink this. Chug it,
drain the bottle."
"Oh God, Coach, I can't take any more booze. I feel
sick as shit now. I'll never drink again at school. I
swear, just give me a break... please Coach... don't
tell my father."
Coach Black held out the bottle. "If you do what I say,
I might not tell your father. Maybe we can settle this
right here in my office. Maybe you can take your
punishment from me and not get kicked out of school."
"Yes Sir. Anything Sir." Joey's bleary teenage eyes
looked so hopeful. The Coach loved it. Such a sweet
face, such a sweet soon to be cocksucking face. He held
out the bottle.
"Drink this. Drink it all..."
"I can't really sir, I'll puke... I'll pass out, I..."
The coach grabbed the boy by the curly hair and yanked
his head back, then he tilted the bottle and began to
pour. The whiskey ran over Joey's face and into his
mouth. He choked and gurgled and started to swallow.
Coach kept the booze coming. "If it tastes a bit
strange, Joey boy, don't worry it's just that I spit
into the bottle twenty or thirty times. Oh Yeah, I also
pissed into it."
Joey lurched and the booze in him started to come back
up. Coach grabbed his face and covered his mouth and
pinched his nose. Joey had no choice but to swallow his
own puke and the booze with piss and spit. More and
more of the liquid was forced down the boy's throat
until at last the bottle was empty. Joey sat slouched
on the couch, only half with it. The room was a total
blur.
"Oh God. I am so sick, please coach, I am so sick..."
"Good it will teach you not to drink." Now the coach
grabbed the boy and began to roughly pull the kid's
shirt and tie off.
"Let's get this off of you, so you don't puke all over
it..." Soon the cute jock was naked from the waist up.
His well formed smooth body caused the Coach's hard
prick to jump and squirt some pre-cum inside the
already soaked trousers.

"Is it over Coach, is my punishment over?" Joey half

cried as he sat there in the Coach's office with no
shirt on. His nipples grew hard.
"Over? You dumb Twat, it hasn't even started yet." With
that the coach grabbed the boy's feet and pulled off
his shoes and then undid the kid's pants and tugged
them down.
Joey rose a bit from the couch and tried to grab his
pants. "Coach, what are you doing? My... my pants...
please coach..."
"Can't take a proper ass whipping with pants on, Joey.
And that's part of your punishment, a good old
fashioned ass whipping. You rich private school boys
don't know what its like to grow up in a poor family
with six kids and get your ass whipped once a week
whether you deserve it or not. Now strip off those
underpants!"
"You can't do this Coach."
"Would you rather be expelled?"
"Please Coach, not my underwear..." Joey sobbed.
The Coach lost patience. He reached down and grabbed
the kids garish red /orange briefs and tugged them down
over his tan smooth hips. "You don't mind parading
around the locker room bare assed after a game dick and
balls swinging, bragging to all the guys about the cunt
you are going to plow. Don't think I haven't heard you
plenty of times. Look at that fucker hanging there. All
right boy, on your feet. Get your ass over to the desk
and kneel on that chair. It's time for me to whip your
big round ass."
Naked. Joey was naked with the coach. Naked and about
to be ass whipped. He couldn't believe it.
"And after I whip your ass nice and red and raw and
whip that deep ass crack too. Then your real punishment
will begin."
End of part one...