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Subject: {ASSM} Girl Fag (revised) chapter 3 by Rachael Ross
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Copyright 2004 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.

Please see chapter one for story codes and important background
information. I strongly suggest you do not read this chapter without
reading the first two chapters.

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Girl Fag
by Rachael

Chapter Three

In the morning I had to find a good spot to hide my brand new dildo!
Well, nobody really messed with anybody else's stuff anyway. I mean
living with seven other people under one roof sort of taught you that
whatever privacy you could give was the same as what you'd get. I
just stuffed my cock under my mattress. I don't think Daddy would
ever go looking under there for anything! Especially since that was
where I kept my pads and stuff...not used ones! I just put them under
there because I was sort of shy about having my period. That was the
one thing none of my brothers, or my Daddy, would ever understand. No
matter how sympathetic they were, they just had no idea what it was
like and so...when I bought pads I just emptied the package and put
them under my mattress.

Anyway, it was Thursday when I woke up, and boy was my ass sore! I hid
my strap-on, like I said, and made my way to the bathroom. I knocked
and cracked the door. David was in the shower and I just went in to use
the toilet, trying not to be too obvious as I peeled off the toilet
paper that was stuck to my butt. Yuck! I pushed a finger in my ass and
it was still wet in there, and sore too, but not too bad. It just felt
like I'd fallen on my tail bone, sort of, but not on my tail
bone...more like on my butt hole bone!

"Hey!" David looked at me as he opened the shower curtain and
stepped out. He's my third oldest brother, almost 4 years older than
me, and really nice. But he has a strange sense of humor, real dry and
subtle so you don't always know when he's joking. I like it.

"Good morning." I smiled and got up, flushing the toilet and slid
past him into the shower.

"Sleep good last night?" He asked with a little smile.

"Yeah, why?" I asked as I turned on the water. "Hey! Who used all
the hot water?"

"Wasn't me!" David shrugged. He never did answer my why question
and I forgot about it as I set about cleaning my ass from all that old
sperm that I'd gone to sleep with.

I was running late and most everyone had already left to go to work or
school by the time I got out of the house. I couldn't believe how
sore my butt was though, not so much all the time, but like riding my
bike? It was seriously annoying and I found myself standing up as I
pedaled, which totally sucks when you live like 3 miles from school.

I got through school okay though and by that afternoon even the
discomfort in my butt was pretty much gone too. I got home and grabbed
a quick sandwich before Lance and Matt showed up to ride with me to
football practice. They grabbed some juice out of the refrigerator
while I finished my snack and I almost thought about showing them my
new cock, but I figured I better not. I wasn't quite sure what
they'd think about it.

"Hey!" Lanced grinned at me as we rode our bikes. "I got
something for tomorrow night." He was talking about our big sleep
over.

"What's that?" I asked him and I caught a little look that Matt
gave him.

"I found some magazines in my old man's closet." Lance grinned.
"Good ones too!"

"What, like that Penthouse?" I looked at him.

"Nah! Way better, dude! You'll see!" He was so excited I just
laughed at him. "Matt thought you'd be pissed."

I looked at Matt and grinned. "Why would I be pissed about that?"

"I dunno." He shrugged.

But I knew, it was because of my temper tantrum the other day about
guys feeling me up at football practice. He probably figured I was
turning into a girl or something.

"I got something too!" I smiled.

"What?"

"You'll see!" I laughed and Matt and Lance just looked at each
other. I hadn't really meant to say that, but I figured if they were
gonna have some dirty magazines and jerk off again I was going to do it
too! The thought kind of excited me, really, and I was more happy than
nervous about it.

RAP...RAP...RAP...RAP...

Everybody had finally caught on about wearing their nut cups finally,
although it had been sort of cool seeing a boy get his nuts cracked by
Coach. I wondered what that felt like too sometimes and it would have
been worth the pain to find out, in my opinion, although guys who have
had their nuts rapped hard would probably disagree.

"Don't forget, Russet, straight to my office..." Coach said as he
rapped my nut cup. I nodded and I wasn't about to forget that!

In fact, I probably remembered it too much, since I wasn't keeping my
head during practice and I even fumbled a couple times. The guys gave
me a hard time, but that was cool, that's what they were supposed to
be doing when somebody fumbled.

After practice was over, and we'd run our last 5 laps, we all went
into the locker room. The guys we're probably waiting for another
show, expecting to see me bending over and showing them my ass again,
but I didn't. I just went to my locker and fished that tube of lube
out of my pants, hiding it as I went to the coach's office. I
didn't know if he'd have some or not, but I sure wasn't going to
try getting fucked without it! Especially since I was still a little
sore.

I went in and Coach was already in there, standing by the door and he
closed it behind me, locking it. I don't know exactly how it is that
Coach made me feel the way did. I wasn't ever a sissy, not a girly girl
at all. I grew up rough and tumble and mostly I gave as good as I got,
you know what I'm saying? But Coach wasn't like anybody else, except
maybe my Daddy. When he talked, or even just looked at me, it was like
every hair on my head stood at attention. It was an attraction, I know,
not for the man maybe, but for what he represented. And that's about as
far as my little brain can go into it. Maybe someone smarter can
explain it to me someday, but for now you'll just have to understand
that I wasn't the same person in Coach's office as I was out of it. And
I liked it.

"You ready to get fucked, boy?" He asked and I felt a little chill
running along my spine.

"Y-yes sir!" I nodded and swallowed hard.

"Good! I love that tight little ass of yours, Russet..." He reached
down, feeling my butt through the material of my football pants. He
used his hand to guide me over to his desk and pushed me down over it.
"Let's see what you got here!"

It was weird being with Coach. For one thing he really liked to talk
dirty, I noticed. That was sort of cool though, it made me feel
like...I don't know...like I was kind of his property, I guess. That
and the way he just pushed me, or pulled me, or told me to do stuff. He
wasn't asking, he was giving me orders and I liked it a lot. I
wouldn't have minded if he did more of that stuff too, I thought.

I turned my head as he yanked my pants down hard, not bothering with
untying them or anything, he just pulled them down far enough to expose
my small white butt.

"I...I brought some of this stuff, Coach." I said, a little
nervously, since I didn't know what he'd think about that.

It was a relief when he just laughed at me. "Goddamn,
Russet...Okay...you want to feel good too, right? But if I use this
stuff, I'm gonna fuck your ass, got it? Not slow and easy, but a good
hard man fucking!" He was grinning and I nodded.

"Yes sir...I uh..."

"What?" He stared at me.

"Fuck me hard in...in my ass...Coach." I whispered and he smiled,
taking the tube and squirting some of the lube stuff on his fingers.

"Down here?" he asked, shoving his wet fingers into my butt and
working them around hard, not gently at all and it made me squirm and
moan a little.

"Y-Yeah!" I grabbed the edges of the big desk and held on as Coach
finger fucked my ass, lifting me off my feet and it sort of hurt like
that.

"You're nice and tight, boy...but it don't look like you're a
virgin!" He had two fingers inside my ass, twisting them around and
curling them slightly, as if he were tickling me.

"N-No sir..." I whispered and grunted softly as he jammed his
fingers in and out of me.

"How many times you ass fucked, Russet?"

"J-Just one time...S-Sir...Ohhhhh!" He was trying to pick me up by
my ass, it felt like.

*SLAP*

"Yipe!" I gave a little cry of surprise more than pain as Coach
spanked my ass hard. It felt like a hot sting but it passed quickly and
then he did it again.

*SLAP*

"You like that, boy?" He leaned over, whispering in my ear, his
fingers still digging wetly in my butt. "You like it when I spank
you?"

"Yessssss...!" I hissed between clenched teeth.

*SLAP* ... *SLAP*

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir!" I panted!

*SLAP*

Coach laughed. "Yes sir...What?"

*SLAP* ... *SLAP*

"Yes sir, I like it when..."

*SLAP*

"Owwww! ...When you spank me!"

"Someday I'm gonna take a belt to your ass, boy!" Coach
threatened and it made my tummy quiver nicely. "You gonna like that
too?"

*SLAP*

"Y-Yes sir...God...!" My ass felt like it was on fire by now, these
weren't little spankings, these were hard flat of the hand smacks on
my little round backside!

"Bite on this." Coach had pulled his pen off his clipboard, or
maybe out of his pocket, and he slid it between my jaws like a bridle
on a horse so I could clamp my teeth on it.

Then he pulled his fingers out and a second later I felt the head of
his swollen cock nudging against my anus. He wasn't that much worse,
or better depending on your point of view, than Steve had been. My
brother had shoved his dick in me hard and fast too. Coach just lined
his prick up, and shoved as hard as he could, lunging into me really
and his cock, slippery as it was, still hurt quite a lot as it speared
balls deep into my butt! I made a loud and long groaning sound, muffled
a little just because I was almost biting his pen in two. My ass
resisted, of course, but at least I wasn't still a virgin! I think
that made it a little easier for me metally, if not physically.

"Ah! Fuck boy, you're hotter than hell in there!" Coach had his
dick as far inside me as it would go and I felt totally stuffed with
it. There'd been a sharp pain, like somebody was shoving a telephone
pole in my butt, but then it passed, like the night before with Steve,
and all that remained was an aching warmth spreading through my belly.

"Uhhh...ugh...ugh...ugh...!" I was grunting as he fucked in and out
of me, my feet not even touching the floor any longer and the edge of
the desk pushing against my nut cup, so it kind of hurt a little as it
pushed into my skin.

"What a sweet ass...Russet...sweeter than your brother's
even...love fucking that ass...ohhh boy...take it...come on gimme that
ass cunt of yours!" He had his hands on my hips, not pulling me
though, just pushing down, pinning me in place while he slammed his
rigid pole in and out with a steady rhythm.

"Ughh...Gaaa...God...ugh!" I was going out of my mind with it, my
breasts were on fire and pressed hard to the hard wooden desktop,
crushed and that made them just feel better somehow. My cunt too could
feel the movement in my ass, that big fat cock rocking in and out,
pressing against the walls of my vagina from the other side. It was
intense and desperately teasing.

"I jerked off twice today waiting for this, Russet!" Coach was
chuckling. "This is gonna be a long hard fuck! It feeling good
yet?"

I spit the pen out, mostly because I needed to pant for air and also
because it wasn't really hurting much at all anymore, it was like
that cramp I told you about, and the rest of me just felt too good to
pay it much mind.

"Yeah...ugh...uhhhh...yeah...fuck me Coach...fuck my ass...!" I
said in between gasps and breaths and groans.

I could hardly believe I was begging a man to fuck me, saying words
like that. I was only in the 8th grade! But there I was, being totally
used by a man older than my Daddy, feeding his hot hard dick into my
hungry asshole. I was a boy for him and I wish I'd brought my
strap-on! Next time, I promised myself, next time I'd have it just so
I could see it, feel it and know I was a boy faggot like Coach said I
was. He didn't care about my pussy at all, he didn't even want to
see it. Or my tits. All he wanted was my ass and that made me feel good
for some reason.

Coach must have fucked me for 20 minutes, I bet. I was sweating and
heaving for air and my clit felt like it would explode if I so much as
grazed it with a fingernail! That was maybe the worst thing about that
nut cup, it totally prevented any contact with my clit, even though I
was pressed tight against the desk. But I was having weird little
semi-orgasms of my own, ass orgasms or something, if that's possible.
My whole body would just shake and I squinched my eyes shut, even
crying just a little because it would suddenly feel intensely good, way
down deep in my ass and even in my pussy. It wasn't a real orgasm,
but it was good and it made me just hotter than you can imagine!

Finally Coach was telling me how close he was, how he was gonna soak my
ass in man cum! "Ready for it boy? Here it cummmmmms...ohhh...fuck
yeah...!" He was groaning too and he didn't pause as his cock
swelled even more, erupting in my ass with an explosion of warm wet
creamy sperm in my asshole. Coach just kept fucking me, slamming his
dick inside and pulling back to do it again, churning all that cum into
something like hot butter I figured.

I was gasping like a fish out of water by the time Coach was spent. He
must have been cumming for 5 minutes, I thought, although it was
probably much shorter. He pulled his cock out with a soft wet plopping
sound and stepped back, letting me just sort of lay there, breathing
hard on the desk.

"Turn around boy, gotta clean this mess up." He swallowed and took
a few deep breaths himself as I moved slowly. I was incredibly sore
again, and stiff, all my muscles seeming to ache and I could feel sperm
running out of my butt hole as I got off the desk and knelt on the
floor, taking Coach's soiled penis in my mouth.

"That's it, Russet. You know what to do, huh...You're about the
most cock hungry player I ever had!" He rubbed my head and chuckled
as I sucked and licked and swallowed everything I could.

When his softening prick was cleaned to his satisfaction, Coach pulled
back and tucked his penis away, pulling up his gym shorts. "Go on,
get a shower Russet. We're gonna do this again tomorrow, and maybe
twice on Saturday, til you get good and broke in. Okay?"

I nodded and smiled weakly. "Yes sir." I breathed and licked my
lips. I hitched up my football pants and grabbed my lube off the floor
where Coach had dropped it, screwing the cap on as I walked out of the
office.

Everybody was long gone now, even Lance and Matt, but that was okay.
I'd been in Coach's office for a good 45 minutes probably and I
just wanted a shower. I undressed slowly, feeling my muscles
protesting, especially in my butt, and I reached down, wiping my
fingers across my anus and there was more sperm, streaked pinkish with
a little blood. I figured I'd ask Scott about that, worrying for a
minute that maybe that wasn't normal. But I'd been seriously reamed
by two big cocks in less than 24 hours, so what could I expect?

"Hey Annie." Greg was lying on his bed when I got home,

"Hey sis." Henry was in there too, sitting on the floor sorting my
baseball cards. He's my fifth oldest brother and about 2 years older
than me. Henry was the one I liked least because he could be a total
jerk, but I still loved him a lot. I just wish he didn't make it so
hard sometimes.

"Hi." I looked at them, sort of wishing they weren't in there
because I wanted to get my dildo out and look at it some more. The bike
ride home had been miserable too, the seat was totally uncomfortable
after being freshly butt fucked! That was another thing I wanted to ask
Scott about...Did that soreness ever go away? How long would I have to
deal with it?

"Ask her." Henry said softly and reached up and gave Greg a little
nudge.

"Shhh..." Greg frowned at him, like I couldn't hear them or
something. Sometimes I thought my brothers were retarded.

"Ask me what?"

Greg didn't say anything and Henry pushed him again. "Stop it!"
Greg pushed him back a little and then looked at me. "Uh, I was
wondering..."

"We..." Henry grinned. "We were wondering..."

"Yeah uh, we were wondering if you wanted to do that thing
again..." Greg looked away from me.

"That...thing?" I stared at him.

"Yeah, with um..." Henry swallowed nervously. "With both of us
this time."

"What thing, Greg." I said in a pretty annoyed voice because I knew
exactly what thing they were talking about and I couldn't believe
he'd told Henry about it!

"You know." He gave me a hopeful puppy dog smile. "That uh...blow
job thing."

"You want me to give you a blow job?" I stared at Greg and then
looked at Henry, who I loved of course, but he was the one brother I
had who teased me too much. Every chance he got! "And you want one
too?"

"Yeah." Henry smiled. "Come on sis, not like you ain't done it
before!" He laughed and looked at Greg, who looked a little
embarrassed.

"I didn't mean to tell him." He said apologetically and shrugged.

Henry was cute, I have to admit. He took after my daddy, like most of
my brothers did. Tall with short black hair and soft brown eyes. He had
a nice smile too, a really nice smile that fooled a lot of people, and
he knew it. So he used it a lot, but I wasn't falling for it.

"No, uh-uh." I shook my head.

"What?" Henry looked at me, making a face. "Ann, please! Just
once okay? I'll never ask again, I swear! Just one time and that'll
be it!"

"No, you guys are assholes!" I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Greg wasn't supposed to tell anybody!" I stared pointedly at
Greg. "And I'm not some slut who sucks every dick that comes
along!"

"I'm sorry." Greg told me sadly.

"Sis...Annie! We don't think you're a slut! Come on! You're our
sister, not some bimbo...We just want a blowjob, that's all, you
know...Please! I'll do anything you want, okay?"

"Anything?" I stared at him. "Both of you?"

"Yeah!" Henry was nodding and he poked his brother.

"Okay, yeah..." Greg said reluctantly.

"You gotta do my turn on dishes next week." I looked at Henry.
"All week."

"Okay!" He agreed and it was so quick I wondered if I should have
demanded more. But it was desperation on his part, I think. He was only
16, just a year older than Greg, and I seriously doubted he'd ever
had a blowjob before.

"And you gotta do my turn at laundry the week after that." I looked
at Greg and he nodded. "Promise me!"

"I promise, Ann...sure, okay."

"Okay." I nodded too and licked my lips. I wondered if this was
what Scott had meant by becoming a slut. But these guys were my
brothers too, not total strangers, or even kids from school. I loved
them both, even if Henry did piss me off a lot sometimes.

"You better lock the door."

"Can we see your tits too?" Henry asked and I stared at him.

"You've seen my tits a hundred thousand times, Henry!"

"Yeah but, uh...not while you were sucking my dick!" He grinned and
I shrugged, not really caring one way or the other.

Greg locked the door while I took off my shirt; I wasn't wearing a
bra or anything anyway. "Okay, come on guys, I'm hungry." I meant
it to mean that I wanted to get this over with so I could go downstairs
and get some dinner, but of course it sounded like I meant something
totally different!

Greg and Henry grinned at each other and laughed while I just rolled my
eyes.

"Me first!" Henry said and he started undoing his jeans.

"No, both of you at the same time." I told him.

"What?" Henry froze and looked at me. "Same time?

"Yeah, that's what I want. Otherwise..." I picked up my shirt
like I was going to put it back on.

"Uh, okay...I guess." Greg shrugged.

"I ain't no fag." Henry looked at me.

"What? Getting a blowjob the same time your brother does don't make
you a fag!" I laughed at him. "You're so dense Henry!"

"I just don't want my dick touching anybody else's, that's
all." He looked down and spoke a little sullenly.

"Jesus, don't worry!" I shook my head. "Now if you want a blow
job, get over here."

I just sat on my bed at first, but even that hurt my butt a little, so
I knelt on the floor instead and that was better. Greg's cock was
nice, not too big and not too small. Henry's was a little shorter
maybe, but thicker, like that stranger's dick I'd sucked at the
rest stop. Except that guy, whoever he was, had been real thick! It was
weird comparing dick sizes like that in my head. But sort of fun too,
exciting in a way as those memories came back. I really did love
sucking cock now, even though I'd just been doing it a few days. I
was really going to enjoy doing both of my brothers at once!

Their cocks were already hard and I reached out, taking Greg in my left
hand and Henry in my right, squeezing them gently, and urging them to
step a little closer. It was nice holding two hard hot cocks like that,
side by side and I could see how Greg's was longer and had just a
little bit of a curve upward that I hadn't noticed before, while
Henry's was nice and thick and stuck out straight as an arrow. They
were both circumcised, of course, the way all of my brothers were, and
I rubbed them slowly, feeling the silky smooth skin that covered their
shafts, sliding just a little back and forth.

"Suck it Sis...Come on!" Henry was impatient and I giggled at him,
leaning forward to take Greg in my mouth first. I sucked just the head,
playing around it with my tongue and even teasing the little pee hole
at the tip. I was definitely getting better at sucking dick, I thought!
I kept stroking Henry, but my attention was focused on Greg and I
slowly took him deeper into my mouth, all the way to the back until he
tickled the entrance to my throat and then I let him slide back out,
glistening wet with my saliva.

I turned to Henry then and gave him the same treatment, taking all of
him into my mouth since it was just the right length so it wouldn't
actually have to go in my throat. I pressed my nose into the soft patch
of pubic hair he had, wriggling my tongue beneath his fat shaft and
making him moan with delight.

"Aw yeah...suck it Annie!" He was whispering and I worked my mouth
back and forth for him, giving him a minute or so before I pulled back.

I alternated like that for a good 10 minutes I think, sucking one and
pumping the other, but not too hard or too fast, I didn't want them
to cum yet, I wanted to enjoy it. Both of my brothers were leaking
precum like crazy and I loved it, even though it doesn't really taste
like anything. Just the idea of swallowing something from their cocks
gave me a rush. Gradually though I did start moving faster, sucking
them more eagerly and switching back and forth quickly, bringing them
closer and closer to the edge.

"Ohhh God, Sis...Suck my cock!" Greg was panting breathlessly and
Henry echoed his thoughts exactly.

"Yeah, Ann, suck it...suck me sis!"

I could tell they were getting close, that was another good thing about
having more experience. I was learning how to tell when a guy was
feeling real good and I knew when to back off a little, and when I
could really mouth his penis good. I took Greg all the way into my
throat with only a little difficulty, he wasn't all that long after
all, and he loved that! I could feel his hands going to my head and he
was pushing with his hips, his balls were practically jumping in my
fingers and I pulled away from him fast, squeezing his cock hard with
my hand. I went to Henry and did the same thing, sucking him hard and
using my tongue, bathing him in warm wet softness until he too was
practically fucking my mouth with the need to cum.

They were both moaning and whispering to me, telling me how good it
was, how it was the best thing ever and they swore they'd do anything
for me. It was sort of funny, actually. Henry didn't even protest
when I finally pulled them even closer, so my two brothers were
standing side by side and turned so I could press their cocks together,
working both of them into my mouth at the same time. It was a tight fit
and the best I could do was get Henry in my mouth and work just the
head and a little bit more of Greg in there, but it was enough.

I jerked their cocks hard, my fingers wrapped around them tightly as I
sucked and licked the heads of their cocks. I had them pressed tightly
to each other too, they were so beautiful like that and when Henry
suddenly started cumming, shooting his thick creamy sperm into my
mouth, Greg was right behind him, the sensation of having his
brother's cock pressed to his, jerking as it spewed cum, pushed him
over the edge. Both of them were shooting at the same time and I
didn't even try to swallow it all. It was shooting all over my face,
my lips and cheeks and nose, even on my forehead and eyes and in my
hair. I couldn't believe how much cum they had! But they were just 15
and 16 years old, their balls must have been cranking that stuff out by
the gallon!

"Ohhh goddamn!...That was awesome!" Henry was grinning like a fool
and looking down at me.

"Jeez, Annie! That was better than yesterday!" Greg was smiling too
and I knelt there, my pretty face covered with my brothers' sperm,
smiling back up at them.

"Don't forget what you guys promised!" I told them!

"I won't!" Greg swore, "Laundry for a week! No sweat Ann!"

I was scooping cum off my face with my fingers and licking them when
there was a *FLASH* and a soft little whirring noise. I looked to my
right and stared at my brother Henry who was holding a camera!

"Gotcha!" He grinned at me and took another one as I got to my
feet, but he was already running out of the room.

"Henry! You jerk get back here!" I was screaming, but he was
laughing and I could hear his voice.

"Later sis!" He was shouting and I shook my head, totally unable to
leave the room with my cum covered face!

I glared at Greg and he was looking down at his feet.

"You knew he had a camera, didn't you?" I walked over and pushed
him in the chest. "Didn't ya!"

"Yeah, uh...yeah."

"You asshole. You better get that film, I want it ripped up and
burned, Greg! That's so wrong, man!" I was pretty pissed by that.

"Okay, yeah. I'll get it." He looked miserable. Poor sweet guilty
Greg.

"You better!" I warned him. "Or I'll never suck your dick
again!"

I never did get a chance to talk with Scott, and Steve was busy again
too, but that was okay. I was so tired, it had been a very, very busy
week for me! I cleaned up, had some dinner with Greg, Mark, and David,
and then went to lay on my tummy on my bed and do some homework. I did
finally get to play with my strap-on again, putting it on and sliding
underneath the covers. I even masturbated with it, finding that the
movement of my hand made it rock nicely against my clit and I even had
a little orgasm. But just a little one because I was still mad at
Henry.

It was the next day, Friday, and we were going straight over to
Matt's house after football practice. John and Kyle were coming over
too, later after dinner, so I packed a little bag with extra clothes
and my toothbrush and stuff. I put my dildo in it too, buried at the
bottom. I still wasn't sure what my best friends would think of it, I
just hoped they wouldn't laugh at me, you know?

"Hey, you guys?" I was talking while we rode our bikes to practice.
"Uh, I gotta talk to Coach after practice, so can you guys wait for
me?"

"What are you always talking to the coach for?" Matt asked me.

"Yeah dude, like everyday you disappear. What's with that?" Lance
chimed in.

"I think he just wants me to wait until everybody else is done in the
showers." I made a face. That seemed like a really good excuse
though, even a likely one, sort of, and the guys believed it I think.
Or at least I hoped. Like I said before, I wasn't really good at
lying.

"Yeah, some of those guys are dorks, man!" Lance laughed. "Like
they never seen a guy's tits before!"

I smiled when I heard that, because it just came out so naturally. They
hadn't been feeling me up on Monday, I'd realized. They didn't
even think of me that way, except maybe when they'd seen me naked
changing into my football uniform. I thought Matt had sort of looked at
my pussy a little bit more than he ever had before. But even so, it was
just nice to have friends like that. All the same though, if my boobs
kept growing they weren't going to be 'guy's tits' for very
much longer!

Speaking of getting felt up, I'd been putting up with some stuff all
week, of course. There were 3 or 4 guys who took advantage of me during
tackling drills. Largely I ignored it, but Brian Hades was the worst!
And it was hard to ignore him, mostly because I was coming to terms
with the fact that I sort of liked him. In a different way than I liked
my friends, you know what I mean? And that thought bothered me a lot
because I didn't want to like Brian Hades! For one thing he was
pretty much a butthead! He acted nice sometimes, and at other times he
acted like we were enemies or something. I couldn't figure it out.

And for another thing, I'd pretty much decided that being a faggot in
a girl's body like I was, I wanted my boyfriend to be a faggot too. A
guy who liked me as a guy, not as a girl, and Brian definitely wasn't
like that at all! He only liked me as a girl and maybe that was why he
gave me a hard time, because of my insistence on being just one of the
guys. I'm sure if I'd let my hair grow out, joined the junior
varsity pep squad and made goo-goo eyes at him, Brian would have liked
me just fine. Probably so much that he'd be trying to put his
spermies way up in me where my eggs were! And that pretty much grossed
me out!

As it was, sometimes I thought he was trying to do that anyway! Like
that particular day, he was on defense and I was the running back for
about half an hour...Thirty minutes of getting wrapped up in Brian's
strong arms, being pushed and pulled down to the grass with him holding
me. Sometimes he was on top of me, sometimes I was on top of him. But
every time his hands would find my breasts, or my ass, and he'd give
me a squeeze and a smile and say something about how sexy I was. Once I
even ended up on my tummy with Brian on top of me so I could feel the
hard round swell of his nut cup against my butt. He pushed a few times
like he was humping me and only when I started yelling at him did he
get up slowly.

My only real satisfaction was knowing that however much he teased and
touched and wanted me, he wasn't ever going to have me! I told myself
that a lot, just in case I might forget, because every once in awhile I
thought maybe having Brian stick his dick in my butt wouldn't really
be a bad thing. But I doubted he'd be happy just doing that...He'd
want my pussy too, just like Coach had warned me. I really wished Brian
Hades was queer!

After practice I threw my helmet in my locker, grabbed my super-lube
and went straight to the coach's office. Part of me was looking
forward to it, because I knew it would feel real good. Another part of
me though was feeling very reluctant, because I knew it was going to
hurt a little too! I was pretty sore still, not bad, just an ache sort
of, and when I'd used the bathroom that morning it had hurt a bit.
But I'd washed myself super good, and even checked my anus in my
little hand mirror. It was still small, pink and sort of cute, I
thought, but maybe a little stretched too. I could push my finger in
pretty easily now, but there wasn't any blood or anything. I didn't
see any problems, but ...Mmm...I guess it's normal to worry. I really
needed to talk to Scott!

"Lock the door, Russet." Coach told me as soon as I came in and
after I did it, "Come over here and kneel on this spot."

There was a small 'X' marked with masking tape. I walked over,
still dressed out with pads and stuff, and knelt where he told me to.

"From now on boy, this is what you'll do. Walk in, close the door,
and kneel. No talking, you understand?" I nodded. "Good. When you
walk in this room you belong to me. Your mouth, your ass, whatever part
of you I want. This is part of that special training I was talking
about, Russet. I know you're too young to understand everything, but
when you're older you'll be thanking me."

I smiled to myself, thinking about my cousin Marilee and how she'd
said almost the exact same thing so many years before. I really
didn't know what I was doing, what Coach wanted or why, but I have to
say I liked it. I liked being with him because he was so strong and he
told me what to do, he didn't ask, there wasn't any doubt or
hesitation. Just kneeling there like that made me...happy. I don't
know. Maybe it came from being raised by my daddy who was a lot like
Coach, I think. Very strong willed and decisive and I could trust him.
I trusted Coach too.

"Take off your jersey." Coach told me. He was sitting on the desk,
looking down at me just a few feet in front of him. "Leave the
shoulder pads on, I like 'em, just the jersey."

That was sort of hard to do and I struggled with it for a few minutes,
trying to get the big cotton shirt over the pads. Coach wasn't going
to help me either, he just watched patiently until I was finally free
of it. I was naked from the waist up now, except for my shoulder pads
and they didn't cover my boobs at all. I felt very conscious of them,
not just because my nipples were hard and pointing and felt like
someone was holding a match under them, but because my little handful
A-cups were betraying me. I wasn't a boy, I thought, not with my
boobs exposed like that. I hated them.

"Goddamn, Russet!" Coach stared at me. "You got girl tits!" He
sounded disappointed and I dropped my head, feeling my face reddening.
"You like your tits, boy?"

I shook my head. "No sir." I replied quietly.

"I don't like 'em either." Coach decided. "Gonna have to do
something about those girl tits, you understand me?"

I didn't, but I couldn't say that. I just nodded.

He was doing something with his clipboard and then he told me to look
up. "See this here?" He had some pictures of exercises, with drawn
figures lifting weights and stuff. It looked like pages from a magazine
that he'd cut out. "What you need to do is work those fat-ass girl
tits off and build some muscles. You're gonna spend every day in the
gym, every morning, you understand? You come in early, by six and get
straight to the weight room. I'll be there too, making sure. We're
gonna set up a regimen and pump those girl tits right off!"

I was going to work out everyday? I frowned a little, trying to imagine
getting up at five now just so I could go lift weights. What was it
Steve had said? I should work out more, build some muscles and stuff?
It seemed like he was going to get his wish. I wasn't thrilled about
it though...But, on the other hand, if that did get rid of my
boobs...Was it possible? If it worked it would be worth it!
But...Yikes! My head was spinning...I did have a girl's body so maybe
that would just pump up my boob faster! In that case, it would be
really bad news, wouldn't it? I didn't want to lift weights and
then wake up one day with big old 36C cow tits!

"Are you sure, Coach that...uh...I mean, will it work?" I asked
hesitantly, not wanting to make Coach mad or anything. "I mean,
for...me?"

Coach didn't get mad though, in fact he softened just a little. I
think because he knew that I really was a boy inside. "I don't know
son, but it can't hurt. We're gonna start you on a high protein
diet too, get some Andro in ya, beef up that scrawny girly body of
yours too. Big Mac wouldn't never hit all those home runs if he'd
just stayed home watching TV and eating pizza, you know!" He smiled
at me.

I smiled back. "Yes sir." I nodded. I didn't know what Andro was,
but if it got rid of tits I was all for it!

"Now that's what you're gonna do about those tits." Coach
stopped smiling. "What I'm gonna do is motivate your ass!" He
reached back and opened his desk drawer, pulling out what looked like a
length of small chain, like jewelry sort of, except it wasn't gold or
anything.

"I'm gonna punish those tits of yours, Russet. Every Friday is
punishment day if you still got tits. When they're gone, well then,
we'll find something else to do on Fridays." He chuckled. "This
here is a little itty bitty titty tether and every faggot boy oughta
have one."

It was about 3 feet long, maybe more, with little leather loops on the
ends and in the middle, maybe a foot and a half apart, were two very
angry looking clips, like alligator clips.

Coach lifted my chin in has hand. "Look up here, boy, and keep your
eyes open. I wanna see you."

This meant, of course, that I couldn't see him clamping my hard pink
nipples. So the first one came as a very painful surprise and I yelped
loudly, my body jerking back and there were tears in flooding my eyes.
I couldn't help but look down and I saw the clamp biting tightly into
my right nipple, drawing very small beads of crimson blood around the
straining nub of flesh.

"Look up, Russet!" Coach pulled my chin back up. "Listen to me
now. Cause this is real important. If you ever want me to stop doing
something, you have to say 'Grapes' you understand me, boy? If it
hurts too much, you just say that word 'Grapes' and I'm gonna
stop. I promise on my old black bible at home."

I nodded, keeping my chin up and looking into Coach's old gray eyes
with my wet bright blue ones.

"What's the word?"

"Grapes." I whispered.

"Grapes." Coach nodded. "If you say 'Stop' I ain't gonna
stop. If you say 'No' I ain't gonna stop. If you say anything
besides that word 'Grapes' I ain't gonna stop, because I'm just
gonna think you ain't serious. Understand me?"

"Y-Yes sir." I licked my lips and blinked hard.

"Good." Coach nodded.

And then he clamped my other tit and it hurt so bad I thought I was
going to pee my football pants! But I didn't. I didn't say
'Grapes' either, the thought never even occurred to me.

"How's that feel?" Coach grinned at me and then jerked up on the
chain, holding the two handles in his left hand.

The teeth on those clips seemed to dig even deeper, if that were
possible, and I thought they'd pull my nipples right off my boobs! I
cried out loudly and just about jumped to my feet, trying to ease the
pressure. The sensation was incredibly painful and somewhere in the
middle of all that hurting was a throbbing heart beat of pleasure too.
I didn't understand it at all, how something that hurt so much could
feel so good at the same time! I gasped and felt my pussy just cream
between my quivering thighs, it was unreal!

"You like it, huh?" Coach nodded appreciatively. "I thought you
might, Russet...you just have one of those kind of personalities."

"Y-Yes sir..." I whispered.

I had no idea what kind of personality he was talking about, but if it
had anything to do with liking it when he hurt me, well...I guess I
did. Although how he could have known that about me, when I'd had no
idea at all, will always be a mystery! I was on my feet now, my whole
body shaking and I thought I knew what was coming. But Coach surprised
me again.

"Lie down on the desk there, faggot." He told me and I started
bending over it, like I had the day before, expecting him to fuck me in
the ass again. "Not like that! On your back, all the way, get those
heels up there too."

I turned around, feeling the tension in that chain and trying not to
jerk my sensitive breasts against it. I laid down as he told me, on my
back and scooted my body a little so I could bring my feet up, my legs
bent at the knees and slightly spread.

"There you go, Russet. Now we're ready to punish those girly tits
of yours!"

I watched as he pulled a thin leather belt from his desk drawer and I
wondered at what else he might be keeping in there, but not for long,
as my eyes followed the long tongue of black leather. I sensed what it
was for before he told me, but it still shocked me a little.

"You ever had your tits whipped, boy?" Coach looked down at me and
I shook my head, unable to speak as I stared at him. "No? Good,
nothing better than busting a little fag's cherry tits. You want
something to bite on?"

I didn't know if I did or not, actually. I supposed I'd be making a
lot of noise, especially if he was serious about whipping my breasts
with that belt he was holding. The thought of it filled me with
uncertain dread and fear and still my tummy wrestled with butterflies
of excitement. I wanted it, I knew in my heart that I needed to feel
that belt across my boobs. I deserved it, I thought, my tits deserved
whatever punishment Coach could give them.

"Y-Yes sir." I finally breathed and Coach smiled pleasantly, as if
he understood completely.

"Of course you do."

Into his magic drawer the man reached, and I began to think of it that
way, a magic desk where everything was different and changed and all
things were possible. He pulled out a strange looking thing that looked
like a big red pacifier with a strap on it. He pushed the soft plastic
in my mouth, filling it not unpleasantly, and the outside part fit
around my lips. He pulled the strap over my head and pulled it snug. I
found I could still breathe easily enough though; there was a small
hole right through the middle. I wouldn't be making much noise
though, not much at all I realized. And then I had an uneasy thought:
What if I wanted to say 'Grapes'? There was no way I could do it
with that gag in my mouth.

Coach must have thought of that too. He gave me two tennis balls, one
for each hand, bright yellow and brand new. "You want to say
'Grapes' and tell me to stop, you just have to drop those balls,
understand me boy? Drop one, or both, it ain't gonna matter. I'll
stop just like you said the magic word. Okay?"

I nodded my head and looked at the two balls.

"Now maybe I didn't make it clear, if you tell me you want me to
stop, I ain't gonna be mad. I won't punish you for that, Russet,
not today, not ever. This here's a learning experience for us, both
of us, and I need to know how far I can push you. So don't be worried
about dropping those balls." I was nodding and looking into Coach's
eyes as he talked. "But if you ever ask me to stop when you don't
need to, or more especially when you don't really want to..." He
shook his head. "Then that's the same as lying to me. Lying to
yourself too, boy, and there ain't no room in here for lies. You
understand that?"

I did understand, it made sense and I knew I'd never say my word, or
drop my balls, unless I was so desperate for him to stop that I
couldn't do anything else. I know that doesn't mean a whole lot to
some people, folks who read this and wonder what the big deal is, but
for other people...Do you remember your first scenes? That excitement
that filled you, deeper than any ocean ever could be, just dark and
unexplored and waiting for someone to lead you down and see what was
waiting there? It was better than sex, even better than love, it
was...everything. All possibilities and I could turn it off with a
word, or a ball. That frightened me more than anything else and part of
me wished he'd never given me an escape. But Coach was too wise for
that devil.

"Now...I ain't tied you down, boy...So you be a good little faggot
and stay still." Coach gave me a half-smile and a nod, and held the
leashes of my chain in his left hand and the belt in his right.

I wanted to close my eyes to it, but I couldn't. I straightened my
arms out, squeezing the balls and telling myself I'd never let them
go. My body tensed and I took a breath, not even realizing I was
holding it until Coach suddenly pulled the chains hard, with a constant
even pressure so my tits were pulled taut and upward, pointing to my
chin. I gave a loud cry into my gag and it was muffled down to nothing
as Coach brought the belt down in a swift and expert blur.

It exploded across the underside of my breasts, both of them, like a
long thin flame. I arched my back against it, screaming uselessly and
my legs pushed of their own accord, scooting my body several inches
along the desk. But Coach paid it no mind, keeping my nipples tight and
out of the way as he brought the thin leather down on my tender flesh,
over and over until I thought my skin must be melting away from the
heat of it.

I sobbed and shook my head, my eyes opening and closing, looking for
something to comfort me, but there was nothing except Coach, smiling
and starting to sweat slightly as he punished my 14 year old tits,
hurting them beyond anything I'd ever known, simply because they were
there. I squeezed the tennis balls so hard I thought I'd pop them,
and I fought the urge to cover myself, to bring my arms in and cradle
my stricken body. My heart beat rapidly and I could hear it in my head,
keeping time with Coach's strokes. My nipples were screaming as well,
bleeding from the clamps digging into them and every time I felt the
kiss of that belt my body jerked, bringing even more pain as the chains
were pulled even tighter.

And yet...sublime and torturous in it's own right, I felt something
else. Excitement and pleasure, emotional and physical both, sifting
through my thoughts. My pussy was burning, untouched and unspoiled,
vibrating with its own fire. I hunched my hips as if seeking contact,
anything that might provide stimulation to my clitoris. Where my tits
were overloaded with sensation, with pain...my cunt was deprived of it,
and that was worse. I had my eyes shut so tightly there were
butterflies, those weird multi-colored sparkles like distant fireworks
going off behind my eyelids. I wept and screamed and it soon came to me
that not just the whipping hurt so good, but in between those cruel
kisses, the expectation was even more painful.

Only later, sometime later, did I realize that Coach had stopped. It
didn't come to me as a final blow, or a surprising absence of pain.
The pain never really stopped. It just happened that some part of me
realized I wasn't being whipped any longer; everything I now felt was
in my head. How many strokes had my feverish mind given itself, I
wondered? I don't know how long it had lasted, any of it, time was
lost then. I was only lying there, bathed in sweat, my head pounding
with my heart, my lungs aching. Every part of me seemed drained
totally.

Coach removed my gag and I took great gulps of cool air. He took the
balls from my hands and unclamped my breasts gently. I watched him and
I was afraid to look at my breasts.

"You did good, Russet." Coach was telling me. "You did good for
your first time."

I smiled weakly and I closed my eyes a moment, and then opened them to
see his. "I love you." I whispered.

"I know." He nodded. "Monday morning in the gym, right? Six
o'clock, I'm gonna be waiting."

"Y-yes sir." I nodded and he helped me sit up. "That was
so...good." I breathed, not understanding it at all. I wiped at my
face with my jersey, I'd been crying a lot I realized and my nose was
snotty too.

"Yeah." Coach nodded. "It was good and next Friday, we'll do
something else to punish those girl tits of yours." He laughed.
"Goddamn, I wish you had a dick, boy. I'd make you wish you were a
girl!"

I laughed too, since that made no sense at all!

"Go on, get a shower, Russet." He slapped my ass and I grabbed my
unneeded tube of lube and walked out.

I went to my locker and saw Matt and Lance sitting there. I'd
forgotten that I'd asked them to wait for me and their eyeballs about
popped from their heads when they saw me. I was just carrying my
jersey, but wearing everything else, as I said, and my breasts were
completely exposed, of course. I hadn't looked at them yet. They
still burned, and more, they ached terribly and my nipples felt like
they were still being bitten by those evil clamps. I didn't have to
look at them to know they must have been pretty bad; Matt and
Lance...Their eyes said it all.

"What happened to you?" Lance swallowed hard.

It hurt to move. I didn't know that I had muscles under my boobs, but
I guess I did, and I needed them to get my pads off, just to lift my
hands enough to undo the strap things. I winced and sucked a little
breath and finally looked down.

My breasts looked as if someone had taken a blowtorch to them, or so I
imagined. They were red, bright red, except for whitish stripes
criss-crossing here and there. Those were welts, raised like blisters
against my skin. My nipples had dried blood around them, and they were
swollen as well, distended and oddly shaped, with teeth marks from the
clamps. I could see bruises starting, not awfully bad, just smallish
splotches of yellow and blue, but mostly they were red.

"Can you help me?" I sighed a little and just bent over, letting
Matt and Lance take off my shoulder pads.

"What happened, Ann?" Matt asked softly.

"Nothing, it's okay." I said softly.

"Somebody do that to you?" Lance asked. Both of them were staring
and asking and their voices were so soft and gentle, it was nice, sort
of. But I couldn't tell them. What would I say?

I sat down taking off my shoes and socks slowly and then my football
pants and then my nut cup, stripping down so I was naked in front of my
two best friends. I guess my boobs looked even worse like that, because
the rest of me was fine. I grabbed my shampoo and a towel and I closed
my locker, heading to the shower just as Coach came around the corner.

"You okay Russet?" He looked at me.

"Yeah Coach." I nodded.

"Well, get your shower then." He looked at Lance and Matt. "You
boys wanna step in my office for a minute." It wasn't a question
and I just walked away.

I took a long, long shower, but it hurt a lot when the water sprayed my
tits, so mostly I just let it hit me on the head, or on my back, and I
just rubbed my boobs really gently. Even that was almost too much. It
felt more like Coach had whipped me with a stick, rather than just a
belt and I couldn't believe how much it still hurt. My Daddy used a
switch on my butt sometimes, and that hurt too, but not this bad. That
went away after a few hours too, somehow I didn't think these marks
would fade even by the following Friday...Punishment Friday! The
thought actually made me smile, if you can believe that, and I squeezed
my tits hard, feeling my body shudder at the pain. Stupid breasts!

By the time I came out Lance and Matt were back, sitting in front of my
locker again. "What did Coach say?" I asked them and they looked at
each other.

"He said uh, you were...mmm..." Matt looked at Lance.

"He said you're his special player." Lance looked at me. "Like
uh, you and him...do stuff."

"Together." Matt fidgeted a little bit.

"Oh." I shrugged. "Yeah, we do stuff." I looked at them.
"Don't tell anyone, okay? I mean not my brothers or anybody."

"Yeah." Matt said. "Coach told us that too."

"I'm serious, please, okay?" I was standing there naked and I
threw my towel on the bench. "Promise me."

"I promise." Matt said.

"I don't know Ann, it looks like..." Lance sighed.

"Like what?"

"Like he beat you up or something!" Lance looked scared, in fact
both of them did. But they were only 14 and 15, so I guess that would
be pretty normal. If anything, I wasn't acting normal at all, and it
made me frown when I thought about that.

"He didn't." I shook my head. "Listen you guys, I'm serious,
it's okay. I like it."

"You like...that?" Lance stared at me.

"Yeah. I don't know why, alright? It's just weird so, forget
about it okay? Just forget about everything." I was feeling kind of
down now, since Lance especially was unhappy, but Matt wasn't
thrilled either.

"I don't know. Maybe you should tell somebody or something, you
know? I mean you're just a girl, Ann." Lance said.

"I'm not a girl!" I almost yelled.

"What?" Matt was looking at me like I was crazy. "You're a
girl. The coolest girl in the world, but come on!"

"No, you don't know. Nobody knows!" I was shaking
with...frustration I guess, more than anger. But I thought Lance and
Matt were going to get mad, I could tell, and I didn't want that. Not
at all. "Look, I'm sorry okay? I'll...I'll tell you everything
tonight. When we get to your house, okay? You'll see...please?" I
was talking softly, pleading with them.

"Yeah." Matt nodded.

"Okay." Lance said. "Just don't weird out, okay dude?"

"I'm not, I swear, it's just...I'll tell you guys later." I
started getting dressed and grabbed my bag and then we were on our way
to Matt's house.

We acted pretty normal for the most part. Talking about the same old
stuff, but it was strained. There was tension and I didn't know how
to deal with it. I mean I'd had my tits beaten with a belt for about
half an hour, probably, and that was so far out in left field that
I'd never have believed it could even happen. People didn't do
stuff like that, did they? For fun?

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End of chapter three

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