Copyright 2008 by Luc Milne. lucmilne@telus.net All rights reserved. One copy may be downloaded for personal use.
MEAT SCOUT 4
"A Visit to the Coach"
"You see those four kids up at the top of the bleachers across the court?"
Coach MacKeegan pried open the slats of the venetian blinds a little wider and I leaned forward to peer at the boys sitting in the upper rows of the bleachers opposite, across the gym floor. A lively game of mass dodgeball was in progress, but it wasn't hard to zero in on the sexy little scene of three high school boys rearranging the crotch of a fourth kid. We were in the Coach's office which had a window looking out onto the floor. It was an old fashioned gymnasium, probably dating from the 1930's, in a medium sized midwestern high school that served both the town families and all the farms and small communities in the area. The office was set back from one side of the gym floor, along with an equipment room and a passageway between, leading to the locker room and showers. On the other side of the playing floor were old style concrete bleachers with wooden plank seats: a "ball game" of a completely different kind was being played there. Unlike many high schools these days, this one still had compulsory boys Physical Education (PE) three times a week
"What are they doing to the kid?" I asked. "It looks like they're squeezing the fruit in a grocery store." The "fruit" belonged to a boy who was being held with his arms pinned between the thighs of a lanky young guy sitting in the row behind him. The two other molesters sat on the bench below, keeping the victim's legs widespread while they pawed at the mound beneath his gym shorts. There didn't seem to be any method to their abuse: one cupped what appeared to be a fistful of cloth-covered nuts in the palm of his hand, while the other inched his fingers beneath the loose cotton shorts to toy with a swollen tube of flesh that seemed to have escaped from its jockstrap. The boy behind was tentatively kneading the victim's pecs, without paying the kind of close attention to the nipples that a pussy really deserves.
"These high jinks have been going on all year", the Coach explained. "I noticed it first in the locker room--lots of ass-snapping with wet towels on the pussyboy's butt, and then short games of 'squirrel'--the usual sort of gym class sex play."
"Squirrel?" I asked. "What's that?"
"You know--'grabnuts'--you get hold of a kid's nuts and give 'em a good squeeze 'til he squeals. Sometimes the game got so heavy that the kid left for his next class with what looked like a couple of oranges stuffed into his jockeys. Then they started picking on the boy out on the gym floor during class. While the other guys were playing basketball or climbing ropes, these three would get their patsy into a corner and roll him up in a wrestling mat so just the lower half of his body was uncovered. Sometimes they'd go as far as pulling down his shorts to get at his jock for some crotch rubbing, but it's never gotten much heavier than what we're looking at right now."
"But what about the other boys?" I asked. "Don't they complain?"
"Naw. The jocks think it's funny and the nerds are happy it's not happening to them. The rest just say 'whatever' and go their own way. Isn't that right Ed?" He turned to the man standing behind us, also looking through the blinds at the adolescent fumbling in the bleachers.
"Nobody's ever complained to me." Ed was a stocky young man whose well-muscled body seemed ready to burst out of its tight tank top and ass-hugging shorts. He was one of two "practice teachers" doing their year of in-service training from the State College: the other, Steve, was out on the floor refereeing the dodgeball game. "In fact I've noticed a couple of the kids sneaking a horny peek at those three when they're having their fun with the wimp. Hell, it even makes me hard just watching them go at it." He reached down and adjusted a substantial meat basket that bulged in his crotch. "If they knew how to work the pussy right, I'd probably cream my jock."
Coach Mackeegan put his big hand on the practice teacher's tempting bulge and gave it a hard grope. "I've got a surprise for you Ed. Today we're going to give those little beauties some lessons in the proper use of a pussy boy's equipment. That's why I've invited Mr. Tarn here today. Nick's an expert in these things--a kind of sex scout. You may learn some valuable lessons from him--techniques they didn't teach you in your courses on Physical Education Training. Now why don't you go out on the floor and work your way around to the other side--slowly--don't want to spook them--then invite them into the office here for an unscheduled student teacher conference. Be just stern enough to worry them a little. Got that?"
Ed grinned and went out on his errand. The Coach continued, "Sometime in November I began to think about grooming three of these kids for possible sale to the Corporation. So I re-assigned the lockers in the locker room and made sure that these four boys were placed together in a little private alcove, away from the others. I told my practice teachers, Ed and Steve, to keep an eye on them. Gradually we saw that the abuse escalated a bit, even moving on to some milking of the pussy's cock--no cum, mind you, just getting it hard and squeezing out a little precum at times before the bell rang. Now that graduation is only a few weeks away, I decided to call you in and make a sales pitch to you. I thought you might like to do a 'hands-on' examination. All four of these kids will graduate this year, so it's a good time to direct them to their natural careers, don't you think?"
"I always like to give teenaged boys special guidance counselling," I replied. I was watching Ed work his way slowly around the edge of the gym floor toward the boys in question. "I hope you've done your homework on these kids though." I had first met the Coach three years before at a National Educators Convention. The Pleasure Corporation always takes a hospitality suite at the Convention hotel in order discreetly to entertain teachers and school administrators who are known clients of Corporation enterprises: diners at Cock and Ball Restaurants, fuckers in the Corrals at the S/M Ranches, cum-slurpers in the stalls at the Milk Farm Resorts, guest lecturers at the CockSuck Academies, regular visitors to the Boy Lap-Dancing rooms at the Gentlemen's Clubs, high school principals who like a good whipping from a well-hung lad in a brothel, and steady customers of the "Boys-to-Go" services of Boy Suckers International. It was our way of cultivating them as "recruiters" and stock providers. The Coach was eager to earn extra money and gain credit at various Corporation clubs and resorts by supplying us with teen meat from his gym classes. My first visit a couple of years before had been a failure because he had not paved the way for acquisition of the product by doing a background check on the boy's family--determining if a "disappearance" or sale would be feasible. The second visit just last year had a modestly satisfactory result and the meat purchased was now tied down in the stalls of a Milk Farm serving up mouthfuls of boycream to cum-hungry guests.
The Coach hastened to assure me that he had vetted the boys he was offering. "Nick, three of these kids can be delivered the day after graduation if that's required. The pussyboy is trailer trash: his mother's a drunk and the father is a nasty piece of work. I visited their trailer one weekend and found the kid tied naked to a bed: 'to keep him from running away' the father said, but I think they might have been trying to rent him out as suck meat. The dad took me right up on the possibility of realizing a little cash to get the kid off his hands. The other two boys are brothers, farmer's sons, who don't want to stay and work the family land. They've run away twice and been brought back both times--used almost as slaves by their dad. They're in the same class because the older one was held back his freshman year, but they'll both be finished with school in June. I think they could "run away" again--and this time nobody would find them if you located them in some other part of the country."
"And what about the fourth boy, the blonde cutie who is mashing pussyboy's balls?" I asked.
"Oh, he's off limits" the Coach warned, "son of a lawyer and president of the Board of Education. He's an honour student-- been accepted at a big University for the fall. No way he could just vanish. Too bad, because I think he's got real potential."
I didn't say so to the Coach, but I thought to myself that any honour student and any lawyer father could be susceptible to the special kinds of pressures and temptations that The Pleasure Corporation is able to provide. For example if the university the blond beauty was going to attend had a chapter of COK (Chi Omicron Kappa--the national fraternity sponsored by the Corporation) then he could be "rushed" and made into a tasty pledgslave, ready for eventual use by the Corporation in later years.
By now Ed had the four kids in tow and was leading them toward the office door which looked out into the passageway to the shower rooms. The other practice teacher, Steve, looked hungrily at the little parade of teen flesh as it passed behind him, but then had to turn back to his referee duties on the court. He was tall and lean and obviously shared the taste of the Coach and Ed for "extra tutoring" of boys in heat.
Ed opened the door and stepped inside, motioning the boys to follow. They shambled in, their heads hanging down, clearly fearing the worst.
"Come in boys, don't be afraid," the Coach said, "nobody's going to hurt you--well,not much, anyway--I just think it's time we had a little talk about what you've been doing to your pal here."
The eldest of the boys, a lanky, big-boned lad with freckles sprinkled lightly on the milkwhite skin of his shoulders and upper chest, said "We were just playing around Coach. Just teasing him a little bit."
"I believe you Cal," the Coach agreed. "I know you and your brother here were just having a little fun with Andy. Isn't that right Jarod?"
Cal's brother was not as tall and had the classical build of a potential athlete. His face had a long-nosed foxy look to it and his manner seemed sly. He said, "Yes, sir, we kid around with Andy all the time--he likes it. Sometimes he even asks us to play with him."
The Coach turned sharply to the boy named Andy. He had dark hair, parted in the middle and hanging down on either side of his face. His mouth was red and full and his body had a ripeness that seemed to invite squeezing and probing. "Is that right, you little pansy?" he shouted abruptly. "Have you been seducing these lads, tricking them into your dirty little games?" He advanced menacingly on the boy, making him shrink back in fear. "Don't you try to run away from me you little bitch. Ed get over here and hold onto this fag--keep him under control."
Ed moved quickly behind the cowering Andy, grabbed the boys wrists and twisted his arms up behind his back, making him arch his chest out against the Coach who was crowding him from the front. "Now you're trying your queer tricks on me, you little slut" the Coach yelled, "rubbing up against me trying to get me hot. What's this thing you're doing to my crotch? " He took hold of the boy's gym shorts and pulled them down viciously, bringing the jockstrap down as well, so that Andy's cock and balls flopped out obscenely over the elastic waistband stretched tightly beneath them. The mistreatment seemed to excite the teen. His penis twitched and swelled until his long foreskin rolled back and revealed a drop of clear boy honey at his cumlips. The Coach stepped back and glared at the moist, swelling cockmeat. ""Look at that Ed. This slut is drooling for it. Reach around and feel that dick." Keeping one hand on the boy's wrists, Ed took Andy's cock in his other fist and rubbed his thumb roughly over the honeyed cumslit. The boy shuddered and bucked back against Ed's body obviously giving Ed's crotch a nice preview of the boyfuck that was to come. "Make him eat that goo off your thumb, Ed. Let's see if he likes the taste of it," ordered the Coach. Ed moved his hand to the boy's gasping mouth and pressed his syrup-covered thumb into the lush lips. Andy began to suck involuntarily, as naturally as a baby at the nipple of his bottle.
I had been watching the other three boys during this little demonstration: the brothers Cal and Jarod stared dumbfounded at the sight of their teachers' manhandling their friend, but the blonde beauty's reaction was more interesting. His lips hung open and the tip of his pink tongue played back and forth between them, as if he wished he could have a taste of Andy's precum too. His body was as still and taut as an animal getting ready to leap on its prey. I moved closer to him. "What's your name kid?" I whispered to him.
"It's Troy, sir." His eyes never left the vision of Ed and the Coach exploring every part of Andy's body with their demanding hands.
I walked around behind Troy and pressed myself up against him, the way Ed was pressing against Andy: "You like that, don't you Troy?" I let one hand play lightly over the growing mound between his legs. He moved his feet a little wider, allowing me fuller access to the nuts crowding the pouch of his jockstrap. His instincts were those of a natural sex addict: "spreading" and "presenting" were second nature to him. It would only take a little manipulation of the right parts of his body to open him up fully for whatever one wanted to do with him. It began to look as if Andy wasn't the only pussyboy in the room.
Coach Mackeegan left off his attention to Andy's nuts and glanced in my direction. I couldn't tell if my fondling the crotch of the son of the president of the Board of Education pissed him off or not. I don't think he had realized that Troy might be as much a slut-toy as Andy was. "Troy, get over here," he barked, taking the blond boy by the arm and pulling him toward Andy and Ed. "Don't you want to pay this fag back for putting the queer moves on you? Wouldn't you like to yank on those big nuts as hard and as long as you want?" He took one of Troy's hands by the wrist and moved it under the slut's balls, pulling the eggs down in their pouch so they made a solid mass of nutmeat for Troy's clutch.
While the Coach initiated Troy into the art of ball milking, I moved to the brothers Cal and Jarod, deciding it was time to bring them out of their shock and get them involved in the fun. "What about you boys?" I asked. "Do you think Andy has been leading you on, trying to make you into fags like him?" I cupped a well-filled jock pouch in each hand, pulling them closer to me. "Your cocks seem to be telling me that he's been successful."
Jarod said, "No, sir, we're not queers. We just thought it might be fun to tease him, you know?"
"Yeah," Cal added, "just treat him like a sissy. Play some games with his dick and crack his nuts sometimes."
"Well, boys, we've been watching you up in the bleachers and it doesn't appear to me that you know much about how to treat a pussyboy. It was a pretty pathetic show, if you ask me. Maybe you'd like to learn how to give Andy what he really deserves, really make him squeal. You want the Coach and Ed and me to show you some grownup bitch-training tricks?" I pressed hard against their cocks and rolled them around against the palms of my hands. They began to breath heavily and got a glazed look in their eyes. That was a cue for me to work my fingers up their thighs under the gym shorts and carefully pull their mushroom shaped cock heads from the beneath their jock pouches. I exposed just two or three inches of excited cockmeat on each boy--just enough to twiddle with my fingers, teasing them further into their sex stupour. "Do you boys want to find out how to make Andy into your cockslave? Your fuckbitch, ready to service you day and night? Mouth always open drooling for your dicks? Ass cheeks spread, hot for your fuckmeat? Thighs always wide for a little cock and ball torture whenever you feel like it? His dick ready to feed you some refreshing pussymilk when you get thirsty?" By now my fingers were slick with the boys' precum.
"Yes, sir, I...I...think we'd like that, sir," stammered Jarod, finally emerging from his spell. His brother nodded in agreement, and cleared his throat, as if he'd gotten a wad of cum lodged in it. I removed my hands from their crotches and moved over to Andy, sticking my wet fingers into his mouth for him to suck clean.
I said "I think we'd better move on to the main event, Coach. Your class will be over in a little while and there's a lot of testing I want to do."
"Don't worry about that" he assured me, "this is the last period of the day. We can keep these babies here for another couple of hours if we want. They can tell their parents they had after-school activities. But you're right--time to turn the heat up a notch--show you what these teenstuds are capable of." He grabbed Andy by the back of his neck and pushed him over to a padded massage table in the training area of his office. Ed roughly stripped off the kid's T-shirt, shorts, and jockstrap and made him kick off his gym shoes, so that he was fully nude--fresh raw teenmeat ready for use. "You want him down front or back?" the Coach asked me.
"Let's work him face up to begin with," I answered. "More teaching tools to use for boys' sex education seminar, don't you think? Always best to work a kid's cock and balls first, then move on to his mouth. All boy asses are pretty much the same--some prettier than others, but all easily trainable."
"Well, you're the expert" the Coach said as he and Ed prodded the pussyboy up onto the table, face up, with his legs spread and strapped to ankle cuffs that magically appeared from beneath. His hands were left free in case we wanted him to stroke our cocks while we played with him. "How do you want his head fixed?"
"We'll leave his head flat against the surface to begin" I said. "Start out with straddle feeding him. Later we can move him up a bit and let his face dangle off the end if I need to ream out his throat." At this, Andy began to twist around, as if he didn't like what he was hearing about his near future. When he began to whimper and moan I picked up his jockstrap from the floor and crammed it into his mouth to pacify him. I knew that this rebellious phase wouldn't last long: I'd seen too much cockdrool leaking from his dick while he was being manhandled to believe that he could resist for long the inevitable pleasures of being treated like a boyslut. And with five of us to work him over I was pretty confident I would know by the end of the training session whether he had the stamina needed to be a profitable Pleasure Corporation Submissive. There's no point in wasting money on a boy who likes being abused but doesn't have the staying power to make a lifetime career of it. I particularly wanted to see how long his meat stayed hard and juicy under prolonged assault and how much milk he could produce over a couple of hours of play. I stepped away from the table and said, "Okay, Coach. Why don't you take over now? You know these boys better than I do. Get them to show me what they're made of."
The Coach moved to the head of the massage table and motioned for the three boys to stand along one side. Ed and I watched at a distance on the other side. "Alright ladies," he said to the teenagers, "I've been watching you pussyfoot around with this slut since the beginning of the year. Now you've finally got him tied down and open for business. All you have to do is tell me what you want to do with him. Who's first?"
The boys glanced sideways at each other sheepishly, their eyes always coming back to the tumescent cock lying heavily against Andy's stomach. It was a mouthwatering piece of flesh, uncut with a succulent looking bullet head pushing out through the circle of pink foreskin, the shaft fat and velvety, begging for the attention of fingers and tongues. The balls sagged heavy in their sack, permanently swollen from the "squirreling" they had suffered through the year, ripe with the promise of creamy sperm. I could think of a hundred different things I wanted to do with those toys. So it was very disappointing to hear the beautful Troy say timidly, "Well, maybe we could tickle him a little bit."
The Coach was as astonished as I was: "TICKLE HIM?" he roared. "You have this luscious boybitch spread out in front of you, and all you can think of doing is to TICKLE him!"
Before Troy could say anything else, Jarod chimed in: "I'd like to jerk him. I mean really jerk him hard. Pound his dick to a pulp."
The Coach brightened up. "Well, that's more like it," he said. "Maybe it's a little early to pound him, but I like the direction you're going, Jarod. So, take that the pussy's cock in your hand and start squeezing."
As Jarod palmed Andy's shaft and began to pumpmilk it, Troy piped up again. "I like to jerk him too, sir. Maybe make him squirt if I could." He looked at the Coach expectantly.
"That's better, Troy" the Coach said. "That's good--let's get two hands on that meat--it's big enough for both your fists--you can pull together, or maybe try some experiments. One hand can twist one way and one hand the other, or one of you rub the palm of your hand over his cockhead, real hard, while the other squeeze-jerks the shaft real fast. I think he'd like that."
The two boys began to work Andy's penis brutally, quickly finding new ways to torment it--then both moving their free hands to the pussy's nuts, rolling them in their fingers and slapping them back and forth. The ball tapping suggested a new game for the cock--they started slapping it around, batting it between their palms, then pushing it down hard between the boy's legs, letting it bounce back up and flop wetly against his abs. Andy's jock-stuffed mouth let out louder groans and he started to twist about on the table. Seeing that the two "jerkers" were getting a little out of hand too early in the session, I moved forward with Ed and we distracted to two of them by pulling off their shirts and jockstraps, taking care to let our hands and arms rub against their cocks while we undressed them. Then we guided their hands down to their own pricks encouraging them to pleasure themselves as they worked over the bitchboy more slowly, banking down their teenage lust to a hot, sustained glow. Boys always have to be taught how to pace themselves.
Meanwhile the Coach was urging Cal, the biggest of the three tormentors, to say what he wanted to do with his pussytoy. Finally the boy said, quite clearly, "I want his mouth. His mouth is MINE." Surprised, we three men grinned at each other: this was going to be a promising "seminar" in teenage sexplay.
"That sounds interesting Cal," the Coach said. "What do you want to do with this bitch's mouth?"
"I wanna fuck it. I wanna choke him on my dick. Make him pay for being a faggot." Once Cal got going, he was very certain what he wanted from Andy, and from the wide-eyed look on Andy's face, Cal's plans had him worried. He tried to say something around the gag between his lips. The Coach pulled the wet jock out of his mouth, so he could speak.
"Please, Coach, don't let him stick his thing in my mouth. I don't wanna be a cocksucker. I don't mind the guys jerkin' on my dick--I even like it a little bit, but nothing more, please." Andy squeezed out a few tears as he pleaded for the virginity of his pretty lips and unfucked throat.
The Coach wasn't fooled by the slut's whining: "Listen bitch, your girly mouth is made for cocksucking--it would be a crime against nature to deprive these young studs of the use of it. Cal wants to show you the way to true bitch happiness, and we're going to help him do it. So stop snivelling and keep your mouth open. Stick out your tongue, bitch: I wanna see that dick-licker. Work up some spit, you little slut. Lemme see some slobber drippin' from it. Show us how hungry you are for some hot sausage." We could see Andy trying to follow orders by working his adam's apple up and down, but his mouth and his protruding tongue stayed dry. The Coach looked at Cal, who had pulled down his shorts and was massaging his own dick hard through his jock: "Stick your fingers down the slut's throat, Cal. Make him gag 'til he gets some spit lube going."
Cal plunged two big fingers into Andy's mouth and rummaged around there making the boy heave and sputter, bringing up a big supply of saliva, ready to bathe the cock that he was about to feed on. The Coach moved behind Cal and pulled down the big teen's jockstrap, setting free a monster that left us all open mouthed. The farmboy's penis was the cock of a young stallion. It swung heavily between his sinewy thighs, dense and leathery, swelling slowly, but too massive to rise to full hardness. A bulbous head with thick cumlips emerged menacinglyy from its hood of thick foreskin, a glistening bead of cocklube already bubbling from the slit. Long oval shaped balls, like big roma tomatoes, pulsed in a corrugated nutsack, swollen with unspent semen. After a moment of reverent silence in the presence of this phenomenon, Ed broke the spell when he murmured "I've cruised him in the showers often enough, but I've never seen that monster on the rise."
Coach Mackeegan put his hand around the truncheon shaft of Cal's cock and squeezed it gently, making another dollop of precum ooze from the hole. "You ever had this dick sucked before, boy? Ever tried to get this mother down a guy's throat?"
Cal looked at his brother who was still mechanically massaging Andy's prick, although his attention was focussed on the spectacular sight between Cal's legs. "I tried to get Jarod to suck me, but he wouldn't do it," said Cal bitterly.
"Too big for you Jarod?" asked the Coach. "Afraid that horsecock would choke you to death?"
"No Coach, it wasn't that. I think I could have handled it. But he wouldn't do me in return, so that would have made me his fagboy". Jarod glared defiantly at his brother. "Anybody puts his dick in my mouth, takes my dick in his mouth too."
This was useful information for the future, but at the moment it had brought the action to a dick-shrinking standstill, so I made a suggestion to get the scene going again. "Coach, I think Cal's meat is too big to test Andy's cocksucking abilities. If he's got a virgin mouth maybe we should start him out on something more manageable. We don't want to damage the goods, do we?" Cal glared at me like a child who had been denied a promised treat. "What say we show Cal how to break in a boy's throat without wrecking him? Show him how it's done and let him practise on a more experienced mouth before we turn him loose on Andy?"
Before the Coach could answer, Jarod broke in. "I'll do it, sir. I'll fuck the pussy's face."
I'd seen Jarod's meat and knew that he was also too big to use as a demonstration cock for our "lesson" in breaking in a suckslut. His dick was nowhere near as massive as Cal's and it had a medium-sized bullet shaped head that would slip through a gag ring without too much forcing, but the shaft was tapered like a wedge of cheese with the full width at the base, a circumference even bigger than Cal's, and so thick it could stretch a virgin sucker's lips permanently out of shape.
"Ed's got a nice piece of suckmeat," offered the Coach, who apparently felt the same way I did about the unsuitability of Jarod's dick. "I've had some good meals between his legs. Show him Ed."
Ed stripped off and showed a sturdy cock as solid and well-packed as the rest of him. The length was okay--about seven inches, but it was also far too thick to be useful as a "teaching cock". No, I had my eye on another, more delectable morsel of boy flesh in the room--the rosy pink penis of the golden boy, Troy: his cock was about six inches, cut, with a perfectly shaped helmet head and a deep coronal ledge that would squeeze nicely through a gag ring and lodge there without pushing deep enough to suffocate an inexperienced sucker. The kid was born to be sucked and I intended to show him how to use his perfect face candy, while giving Cal a lesson in technique at the same time.
"How about you, Troy?" I asked, going over to him and grasping his meat firmly in my hand. "Want to feed this lollipop to the slutboy? I can show you how to make him beg for it."
The kid looked me squarely in the eye and said "That'd be great, sir. I'd like that. Just show me what to do."
So the lesson in teaching a cocksucker how to suck right, and take it deep, began. Ed took charge of Jarod and got him back to work between Andy's legs mauling the slut's cock and tugging at his balls, to keep him hot and ready for the party in his mouth. Coach Mackeegan got down on his knees at Cal's crotch and offered up his experienced cocksucker's lips to the teen's horsemeat. I made Troy climb up on the table, straddling Andy's chest with his knees up tight against the slut's armpits, letting the lightly throbbing arch of his teencock hover seductively over the boy's ripe lips. Cal had a good view of the scene, so that he could do to the Coach's mouth exactly what I was directing Troy to do to Andy's.
I've never been a student at one of the Corporation's CockSuck Academies, but I've watched enough classes there to know how to introduce a lad to the art of fucking a pussy's throat. I propped up Andy's head on a wad of towels so his face was easily accessible and started the lesson. We began with the "lip gloss"--I took Troy's dick and lightly smeared the precum he was leaking over Andy's full lips, coating them thickly with the clear honey. When the little slut poked his tongue out to lick at the spicy syrup, I brought Troy's wet cumlips into contact with the tongue tip and pressed the head of his cock through the sticky lips and into the warm softness within. Troy was very excited and tried to thrust even deeper into Andy's mouth, but I pulled the pulsing cock out and went back to further lip polishing. A gagging sound beside the table told me that Cal had experienced the same impulse to go deep immediately into his sucker's throat. I saw that the Coach had been able to pull back and direct the massive cockhead once again to an oily massage of his lips.
"You've got to do everything in stages, boys. Go slow. Make your sucker wait for his reward. Tease him with your meat: take your shaft in hand and explore the inside of the pussy's mouth with your cockhead: grind your crotch around so that your dick circles against the soft lining: ream out the slut's cheeks: take your fingers and pry his teeth wider; let him know that he's got to be open--always open, wider and wider. The wider his lips and mouth, the more open his throat will get for the final plunge." At the bottom of the table I heard a lot of slurping sounds and wasn't surprised to see that Jarod was audibly sucking Andy's fat balls while Ed snorted and snuffled around the plump boy sausage he was feasting on. Beside the table I saw Cal poking the bulbous dome of his cock against Coach's cheek, stretching it so he looked like a giant chipmunk. I noticed that the Coach was using his tongue on the big erector muscle of the monster dick and that brought me back to my own "teaching". It was time to move farther into the boyslut's mouth.
"Now, Troy, I want you to move very slowly forward into Andy's face; keep circling your cockhead around a bit: get to know the territory. Pretty soon you're going to come up against a soft sort of wall: when you feel that, stop moving forward; just let your cocklips explore the surface." There was a sound of gagging and Andy bucked up against his invader. "Pull back now, Troy. Don't worry; the gagging is natural, especially in a first time sucker. Now you know how far in his gag ring is so you know how to get back to it when it's time to feed him deep. But first we've got to get him used to the idea, so move in toward that soft spot several more times; and each time try to push just a little harder against it." More gagging followed, and Troy began to get panicky.
"He's going to throw up on me." he cried.
"No, no," I said, "that's just saliva. You want that. You're going to need it to lube your cock and make it easier for Andy to swallow it all. Just let it dribble down his chin; move your cock around in his mouth; get it all slick and wet in that warm bath of pussy spit. Tell him to use his tongue on you. Keep him busy."
"Use your tongue, Andy." It wasn't much of an order. Troy obviously needed some lessons in dominating a cumslut.
"No, Troy," I said, "you've got to be forceful. This isn't Andy, this is your bitch--he's your slave. Give him orders."
"Use your tongue, bitch." Troy's voice was stronger, but not much.
Then, from beside the table I heard "Stick your tongue out, bitch. Lick me when I push in. I wanna see it hanging out of your pig lips. Work the bottom of my dick while I fuck your face, bitch." Cal was a quick learner and a natural dominator. The Coach was obeying as best he could, showing a good inch of tongue, laving at the erector muscle of Cal's cock as the boy pushed again and again against the softly yielding wall at the back of Coach's throat. Cal slapped his sucker's cheek with a sharp smack. "More, you pig. More tongue. You want me to reach down and pull your licker out of your mouth, stretch it so long you'll look like a dog in heat?" Coach Mackeegan grunted and managed to get another half inch of his tongue out of his lips onto the throbbing muscle.
"You see that, Troy. That's what we want. If a sucker stretches his tongue out as far as he can while he's sucking you, that makes more room in his mouth for your cock and helps to open up his throat." Apparently Andy had heard Cal's orders to the Coach and taken them to heart as well. He began to lick frantically at the underside of Troy's cock, making Troy pant and start pushing faster and harder into the warm cavity.
Now the lesson moved into its final phases. I taught the two face fuckers how to poise the heads of their cocks just at the opening of the gag ring; how to make the final teasing circle with their cumlips around the quivering muscle; how to pinch the sucker's nose closed, so he had to open wider to breathe; then how to thrust in one swift plunge through the ring and into the silky paradise beyond. Andy had the easiest time of it, of course, since Troy's cock wasn't long enough to penetrate more than the length of his meatus beyond the gag muscle; the Coach, on the other hand, got the throat fucking of his life, because Cal's slab of boymeat stretched so far beyond the spasm ring that we could see the outline of it deep in his neck. And Cal was a passionate throat feeder. He loved the feel of his sucker's gag muscle squeezing his cock as he plunged in and out of it: he took the Coach's cockfilled throat in his big hands and squeezed it, trying to get more vibrations on the shaft and head, until I had to pry them off before the man passed out.
Troy also discovered the joy of having a throat flutter around the head of his cock when the combination of dickpig Ed and ballsucker Jarod sent Andy over the edge in a shuddering explosion of boycum, so massive that it choked Ed and gushed out around his lips, coating Jarod's face below, which was still stuffed with ball flesh. This paroxysm was mirrored by sympathetic spasms of Andy's gag ring around the cockhead lodged in his throat. That sent Troy over the edge as well; the blonde beauty fed the virgin sucker his first load of sperm--another copious river of cum that the little bitch sucked down like mother's milk. It's possible Troy experienced multiple orgasms, because as soon as he started shooting he grabbed Andy's head in his hands and pulled it so deep onto his pulsating cock that the slut's nose was mashed against the pelvic bone--and he kept it there for several minutes, continuing to thrust and grind in Andy's throat, while the pussy swallowed and gurgled and gasped for air.
Like many massively endowed boys, Cal found it impossible to cum in Coach's mouth without withdrawing and jerking himself off onto the greedy tongue of the older man. That was a fault that would have to be corrected by conditioning if the Corporation bought him: cocksuckers generally like the cum down their throats, not spattered around on their foreheads and surrounding walls. It was a good sign, though, that once Cal began to shoot he quickly plunged the surging meat back into the Coach's mouth letting him feed at long as he wanted. Eventually he pulled the spit-gleaming monster out of the greedy throat and rubbed it over the Coach's face, coating his cheeks and forehead with spit and sperm.
A bell rang. Gym class was over, but I still had a couple of things to check before I made up my mind. The Coach ordered a reluctant Ed out to monitor the shower room while the boys changed, telling him to send the other practice teacher in so he could take part in some of the fun as well. Steve turned out to be an "ass man", interested primarily in fucking tender young boyholes with his long dick. That was ideal for me, because I wanted to see how Andy reacted to being penetrated. Steve preferred fucking doggie style, so we moved the pussyboy off the massage table and put him on his hands and knees on a big wrestling mat which the Coach used for special sessions in his office. I had a feeling that it was well soaked with boycum and ballsweat. I noticed that Cal and Jarod had been eyeing each other warily since the suck lesson, and I decided to be a nice guy and give them the chance to do what they were both obviously longing for. At my suggestion the coach brought out some clothesline rope from his desk and we laid the two brothers down in a sixty-nine position, then tied the wrists of each one to the ankles of the other. just to see how they took to a little bondage. I inserted Jarod's cock into Cal's mouth and stuffed Cal's cock into Jarod's mouth and we all stood back to watch them settle in for a long brother-suck party. After all, if the Corporation bought them, there was no guarantee they would remain together, so it seemed only fair to let them have their fun while they could.
On the mat next to the suckle brothers Steve knelt behind Andy and I made Troy get down and lube up the guy's long uncut pole with his tongue and a good coating of spit. I reached under Andy and pulled back the foreskin from his cock, finding a copious supply of precum once again, which I used to grease his rosebud pucker until it glistened and quivered from my oily probings. Steve asked if he should go easy on the kid or go right in for the kill. Ordinarily I recommend caution when opening up a young asshole for the first time, but I had begun to get a feeling about Andy which resulted in my telling Steve to do whatever he felt like. I asked Coach if he'd like to use the pussyboy's mouth for a while. He quickly stripped off and sat down on the mat at the boy's head, with his legs spread wide, holding up a gnarled, veiny boy-punisher of a cock for Andy to suck on while he was getting porked.
Steve clearly was a natural ass-raper because once his cock was well lubed with Troy's mouth juices, he pushed the kid away roughly, brought the arrowhead of his thin cock up to the small pink opening of Tony's ass pucker and then slammed full length into the boy's cunt in one grunting thrust. Andy thrashed around but Steve had a firm hold on the kid's hips and held him in place as he repeatedly long-dicked the virgin cock channel. The Coach helped take Andy's mind off his troubles by pushing the boy's head down hard on the cock that was feeding him, using the kid's ears as handholds to bounce his face up and down like a basketball on the thick meat. I made Troy lie down with his head face up between Steve's spread legs and showed him how to lick the fucker's balls as he worked Andy's ass. Eventually Steve got the hint, and would pull out from time to time, giving Troy his cock to re-lube with boy spit, before returning to the pile-driving attack
I sat down on the mat a few feet away with my back against the wall and idly jacked my meat which was well-coated with precum from all the stimulation I'd had for the last hour and a half. The scene was very pleasing: two big-dicked brothers, tied together in an endless mutual worship of teen meat; a young blonde beauty debased and corrupted, used as the mouth luber for a fuckslimed dick; a ruthless future teacher giving a teenage slut his first ass stuffing; and a gruff, middle-aged Coach roughly feeding his cock down an almost virgin throat. The smells!--gamey teensweat, bleachy tang of boycum, ripe fragrances of assjuice and cocksyrup. The sounds!--tongues slurping, balls rubbing wetly across young lips, the slapping of thighs against firm butt cheeks, guzzles from deep in straining throats, groans, whimpers, muffled screams and sighs of deep satisfaction. My cum was a fountain of white creamy froth: I scooped it into my hand and crawled over to Troy, feeding it to him as a reward for being young and beautiful.
Shortly after their graduation Cal and Jarod "ran away" for the final time. They got as far as a Corporation van waiting for them on the road and from there were delivered to their destinies. Now, a year later, Cal is still being groomed for the "monster cock" market--all those gentlemen who just can't ever get enough giant meat down their necks or up their asses. He's never going to be a very skilled technician: he's basically a "rough fucker" who will plow a lot of hot holes during his career. Jarod is far more imaginative: he's enrolled in a CockSuck Academy where he is showing great promise in "scene-playing". Once he's also been trained as a fucker, he will be a valuable asset in high-end brothels specializing in fantasy "environments" such as "The Sheik and the Harem Boy", or "The Poor Widow's Son and the Evil Banker." He's developing into a very talented cocksucker and at the same time a skilled throat-feeder. That "sixty-nine" in the Coach's office seemed to point him in the right direction. The succulent Troy has so far escaped our clutches. The father wouldn't let him pledge the COK House chapter at his university, sending him instead as a "legacy" pledge to his own fraternity. I have a plan to offer him a summer job as a trainee server at one of the Cock and Ball Restaurants, but don't know how we could keep his father from coming to visit him at his work. The shock of finding his son stretched out on a table serving as the "chicken salad" course for a hungry diner might be too much for him to bear. On the other hand, you never know: it might just make him realize that he's feeling a bit hungry himself! Ed and Steve have gone on to teach in their own schools where they are on the lookout for young meat that I can sample for possible procurement. The circle of supply keeps expanding. Coach Mackeegan was unhappy with me, at first, for deciding not to buy cockslut Andy from his trailer trash father. I realized during the testing that Andy was already used goods, and that he wasn't a very desireable piece of meat to start with. Except for youth, he had little to recommend him. He was essentially passive and seemed unlikely ever to be able to put that passivity to creative use in the Corporation. So I suggested that the Coach hire him at school as an equipment boy and locker room assistant, and that's exactly what he did. The fact that the Coach now has a cocksucking pussyboy available full time for his (and other faculty members') fun is a bonus. And he'll be useful whenever Coach Mackeegan finds other candidates for me to scout: Andy will be like one of those CPR dummies--they can use his holes for practise before I make my visit.
So, two promising acquisitions, one possible prospect for future recruitment, an expanded network of contacts for young meat, and a continued relationship with a valued client and supplier--not a bad afternoon's work, not to mention two hours of pure, though profitless, pleasure!
End of part 4