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Forwarded for author Luc Milne

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

 

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