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"Alright, men, quiet down and grab some pine!" The bellowing voice of
Coach Roy Dietz boomed throughout the locker room. The muscular players
on the Fulsom High football team obediently gathered around their stoic
leader. Coach Dietz was a big man. He stood six foot three and was a
powerfully built two hundred thirty-five pounds. In his college days, he
had been an all Southeastern Conference linebacker. A knee injury
derailed his NFL career in only his rookie season. Many feel, he had the
potential to be one of the all-time greats of the game. He had returned
six years ago to try and revive his former high school's ailing football
program. And, revive it, he did. The Fulsom High Bulldogs had won back-
to-back state championships the past two seasons. On Friday night, this
season's playoff run was set to begin against Western Conference third-
place team the Laverne Golden Arrows. The Bulldogs were poised to
capture their third title in a row. Roy Dietz wanted to insure his boys
went into the postseason with the correct mindset.
"Third-place." The coach said menacingly as he studied the faces of his
silent players. "Is there any way in Hell... we gonna let ourselves get
beat by a team, that in that weak-ass conference they play in, could only
manage to finish in third-place?"
A chorus of denials erupted in the locker room.
"That's what I thought." Coach Dietz nodded. "Third place is a
disgrace. It's weak. Their conference is weak. Their team is weak."
He paused for dramatic effect. "And, we... we are the strong, gentlemen.
We are the strong."
The big man thrust his shoulders back and stood straight and tall.
"Without the weak. There are no strong. The weak exist for one purpose;
to be devoured by the strong."
His voice grew quiet.
"Now, ain't nobody gonna tell you boys that." The coach affected a mock
whine. "Not in this day and age when we gotta make sure everybody 'feels
good' about themselves."
The room erupted in laughter.
"But, it's the truth. They don't want to call us the strong. They don't
want to acknowledge us as the strong. But, when the turd hit's the
fan... They damn sure want us around to bail their asses out of a jam.
Because they know, deep down inside, that we are the strong!"
The young males shouted in approval. Many of them banged on the lockers.
Roy Dietz nodded a signal to his assistant coach, Tony Ezell. The tan,
athletic man slipped out the locker room door.
"I want to make it perfectly clear to you boys just what we do to the
weak. I don't want there to be no doubt in your minds whatsoever about
what I expect you to do to them Golden faggot-ass Arrows Friday night."
Coach Ezell silently returned into the room and stood in the doorway.
Coach Dietz saw his assistant nod an acknowledgement.
"Boys. I want you to get a good look at what I got comin' in here for
y'all right now." The head coach smiled. "Coach Ezell escort our little
princess in here and let the boys have a good look."
The dark skinned assistant coach reached into the hallway and began
pulling someone into the room. The football team laughed and jeered as
Shannon O'Rourke, the smallest and frailest sophomore boy in school, was
drug into the room wearing a one-piece, blue and white striped girl's
P.E. uniform. With his dirty blonde, bowl cut hairstyle, wide, green
eyes and thin frame, the attire made him look markedly feminine. Being
surrounded by testosterone filled males, dressed in such a way, made the
young boy extremely nervous. His pale, hairless legs were clearly
shaking. The shorts of the uniform rendered them completely bare, as
were his tiny, shoeless feet.
"You fellas all know Shannon here." Coach Dietz drawled. The members of
his team mumbled and laughed. "How are you doing this afternoon, honey?"
He said, looking down at the terrified boy.
"I-I'm fine," the boy replied softly.
"Not yet. But, you will be!" the coach joked. "See, fellas, Shannon
here is obviously 'the weak'. He's small. Frail. Look at him. He's
just asking to be devoured." Suddenly, the man's voice rose powerfully.
"Bull! Front and center!"
From the back of the crowd of players, Drew 'Bull' Pryor sauntered to the
front where his coach and the effeminate boy were standing. Bull was
even taller and bigger than his mentor. At six foot five and two hundred
eighty pounds, and possessing tremendous speed, the senior was one of the
nations top college recruits at defensive end. His shirtless upper body
displayed his chiseled physique. In his practice shorts, Bull Pryor's
muscular legs were thick like tree trunks. Next to the five foot two and
one hundred seven pound Shannon, Drew Pryor looked like a bull indeed.
"What do you boys think?" Coach Dietz asked the room. "If Shannon here
is the weak. Don't y'all think that makes Bull here the strong?"
The players nodded and voiced their agreement.
"Yep. I think that's pretty easy to see." The coach sounded deep in
thought. "But, what I want y'all to do... Is think of little Shannon
here as them faggot-ass Laverne Golden Arrows. And, think of Bull
here... well... think of him as us."
The big man paused and looked around the room. He had the rapt players
undivided attention. He slapped Bull Pryor on the shoulder.
"Bull. How do you treat little dorks like Shannon when you catch them
alone?"
"Harrumph!" The overgrown boy exhaled through his nose. "Coach, I
mostly give a big ol' wedgie. Pull that underwear right up their goofy
asses."
The coach nodded as if he assessed the situation as correct. "Why don't
you demonstrate on this dork what a good wedgie looks like."
"Sure thing, Coach!" Bull smiled sinisterly at the sight of the
protruding backside of the trembling boy.
Without any sense of gentility the player grabbed Shannon by the hem of
the girly shorts and forcefully began hiking the material into the crack
of the smaller male's buttocks.
"Oww!" Shannon cried as the fabric chafed his anal region. Bull lifted
the boy up onto his tiptoes with the wedgie and held him there.
Shannon's thin upper body was pushed forward. His weight completely
rested on the uniform wedged up his ass. He could feel the plump flesh
of his cheeks completely exposed for the room of athletes to see. The
muscular boys were cussing and laughing, calling him names. He had never
felt so humiliated and helpless.
Bull watched as the smaller boy's tiny feet clawed at the ground,
fighting to keep balance. The brawny player enjoyed watching the bare-
assed youth struggle. He began rhythmically tugging the shorts of the
uniform like a man reeling in a fish. With each tug Shannon's ass would
lift into the air and then fall back downward. The up and down motion
looked like fucking.
The members of the Fulsom High Bulldogs stared intently at the tender,
white butt flesh jiggling before them. The last thing the testosterone
driven adolescents would have admitted to were homosexual desires of any
kind. However, there was no denying the increased blood flow to the
dozens of penises around the cramped locker room caused by the young
sophomore's wiggling buttocks.
"I think he likes it!" Coach Dietz exclaimed. "What do you think Coach
E-Z? You think little Shannon here likes having something up his ass?"
"Sure looks like it to me," Coach Ezell drawled. "I bet that ain't all
he likes."
"Bull, you're forgettin' something. Ain't you?" his head coach asked.
"You know what goes with a wedgie. I know you do"
"Tittie-twisters!" Bull roared.
"You got it, son," Dietz laughed. "Give that little filly a set of
tittie-twisters she won't forget!"
Bull released his iron grip on the dishwater blonde's shorts. The P.E.
bottoms were now mangled and misshapen beyond return.
Shannon was able to put his bare feet totally on the floor again. The
pale youth was shaking uncontrollably. His anus was stinging and raw.
But, despite his terror and degradation, he liked how it felt. He
couldn't help it. His tiny penis stood out like a rivet.
The small boy jumped with fear as he felt Bull's large hands clutch at
the front of his girl's uniform. The strong athlete tugged the zipper
and yanked down the top of the uniform revealing Shannon's slight
shoulders and thin, hairless torso.
The locker room full of football players gasped at the shocking
appearance of the sophomore's naked chest. The diminutive schoolboy had
the largest erect nipples any of them had ever seen on a male. The boy's
areolas were minuscule. But, the stiff, brown projections in their
centers popped out from his otherwise flat chest like the tips of a grown
man's middle fingers.
The now topless boy wore a look of utter defeat. His oversized nipples
had a been a source of embarrassment since he was eleven years old. Now,
his peculiar attributes were on display for a bunch of guys to inspect.
The humiliated youth braced himself for the inevitable.
Bull eagerly gripped the swollen protrusions on Shannon's chest and
started roughly twisting and pulling on the boy's feminine looking paps.
The thick-necked and muscular jock was already aroused by Shannon's
plump, naked butt cheeks. The fabric of the P.E. shorts was still snug
up in the boy's crack. Now, with a tight hold on the frail dirty
blonde's big-nippled titties, Bull's ten inch dick was fully engorged and
ready for action. He shoved it into Shannon's ass and began to violently
rub it against the sophomore's chaffed rectum.
The feel of Bull Pryor brutally pawing at his sensitive nipples had
Shannon's tiny erection dripping cum. The terrified boy was breathing
heavy and fast. His bare ass grasped and squeezed at the giant penis
invading his private area. He wished that he was naked. He wished Bull
would stick that big dick in his asshole.
He got his wish.
Shannon felt Bull release his hold. Then, the athlete jerked the girl's
uniform from the small youth's body leaving him standing completely naked
and gasping for breath. Bull gave Shannon a gentle push, so that the boy
stepped out of the stripped garment lying upon the floor. The small,
dirty blonde turned his pretty face slightly to see Bull toss his own
shorts aside. Shannon could not believe the size of the older male's
erection. It was thick as Shannon's wrist and easily ten inches. The
ripe testicles that hung beneath his giant tool were meaty and big.
Shannon now understood why everyone called Drew Pryor, 'Bull!'
Bull reached around and grabbed Shannon by the titties again and slowly
started to force his large organ into Shannon's willing crack.
"Whoa, whoa," Coach Dietz shouted. "Hold on a second there, Bull. Now,
this one here's a fag alright." He motioned towards Shannon. "But,
you're a red-blooded man. All the way. You want to fuck that little
candy ass, we gonna let you do it right!"
The coach of the Fulsom High Bulldogs reached over and lifted Shannon's
chin.
"You want that big dick in your ass don't you?" He smiled down at the
quivering boy. The sophomore's delicate face was soft and lovely. Like
a pretty cheerleader.
The boy nodded.
"Tell everybody you're a faggot."
Shannon's legs were shaking uncontrollably from shame, fear, and
excitement. The dick pressed into his ass felt so good.
"I'm a faggot," the small youth breathed.
"Coach E-Z," Dietz commanded. "Bring this faggot that gook we bought."
The lanky, dark-skinned assistant coach stepped forward and brought a
vial up to Shannon's lips.
"Drink," Coach Ezell demanded.
Shannon's thin lips parted and the coach emptied the thick, viscous
liquid into the youth's mouth. It tasted somewhat like licorice.
Shannon ingested it with a single gulp.
"Alright, Bull. Give that little faggot tittie-twisters for a bit.
You'll know when to go to fuckin' his ass."
Bull was about to go nuts with his hard penis lodged in between those
soft butt cheeks without fucking. He managed to control himself, though,
and resumed kneading Shannon's tingling nipples. The rough treatment his
chest was receiving sent shocks throughout the small boy's naked body.
What happened next shocked everyone in the room, except the two coaches.
The flesh beneath Shannon's protruding nipples formed small mounds which
grew larger and larger until the petite boy had two huge bumps on his
chest that looked like two massive footballs exploding from his tiny
chest. His nipples were even more pronounced. He looked like a
breastfeeding mother. The boy's areolas were now as big around as tennis
balls on the ends of his gigantic football tits.
The gasping boy's plump backside was now a fat, white 'ghetto booty.'
His enormous ass cheeks protruded greatly and were broad and rounded.
The creamy flesh of Shannon's big butt now enveloped Bull's giant dick
almost to the nuts.
That was all Bull needed. His eyes grew wide at the sight of Shannon's
spectacular booty. The blue-chip player thrust his engorged manhood into
the younger boy's hungry, raw anus.
Shannon let out a whimper as he felt the big penis slide up and into his
asshole. He looked down at his huge tits and nipples and did not feel
embarrassed at all. The only thing Shannon wanted was to be fucked in
the butt and have his massive chest played with.
Bull obliged with great enthusiasm.
The two hundred eighty pound defensive end pumped his big dick in and out
of Shannon's horny rectum. The young boy covered Bull's hands with his
own as the athlete pawed hungrily at the twin torpedoes bouncing around
on the young boy's chest. Bull twisted the green-eyed youth's huge
nipples without mercy. In seconds, Shannon's tiny penis was dripping
little streams of cum onto the locker room floor as the thrusting in his
asshole brought him to orgasm. The boy's little dick went limp for a
moment. But, the feel of Bull's hands playing with his immense hooters
quickly brought the gland back to attention.
Bull shoved Shannon's shoulders forward. The dishwater blonde was now
bent over at the waist, his huge football udders hung below him flopping
and swinging around with every stroke of Bull's thick penis. Shannon
could feel Bull's ripe balls slapping against his upper thighs. He
wanted the star jock to dump everything in those full testicles into his
bowels.
The room of players were at first shocked by the events they were
witnessing. But, astonishment gave way to arousal, as many of the
players were rubbing their own erections straining within the confines of
their practice shorts or football pants. They could not believe that
Bull was fucking this little guy. But, the fact was, the only thing
'guy-like' about the petite dishwater blonde was the negligible penis
between his shapely legs. And that was easy to overlook since the
gorgeous boy had humungous jugs and a big, jiggling ass.
Shannon threw back his head. His large, doe-like green eyes were filled
with pleasure as Bull finally emptied his balls into the womanly boy's
insides. As Bull's nuts were draining, Shannon had a second climax even
more powerful than the first. His small, male gland dripped a few
droplets of cum before going limp. He felt Bull's softening penis
sliding out inch-by-inch as it withdrew from his rectum. A torrent of
jism rushed out of the voluptuous boy's asshole as the thick plug was
extracted.
Bull collapsed onto a wooden bench seat with a satisfied thump. His
organ was hanging limp, but was still impressive in it's spent state.
Shannon stood up straight. His massive breasts thrust forward. He felt
no shame about the monster tits jutting outwards form his petite frame.
In fact, the pretty, young boy felt proud. They were indeed the
approximate size and shape of footballs. He liked how they stood out so
far, and bounced and wobbled with his every movement. Putting one
delicate, bare foot in front of the other, Shannon clasped his hands
behind his back and cocked a hip, instinctively accentuating his generous
female curves. He could feel the fat of his bulbous ass flesh against
his forearms. The rush of cum from his anus made the beautiful, green-
eyed boy horny, once again.
"Ha-ha!" Coach Dietz laughed. "See that boys? The weak LIKE to get
fucked by the strong. You liked that didn't you faggot?"
Shannon nodded. "Yes. I liked it," his voice cooed.
"Now, I promise you all this." The head coach looked around the room.
"We win state this year... Every one of you will get to poke this big-
tittied faggot here. Everyone of you. I promise!"
A chorus of cheers erupted in the locker room.
"Now, you boys go home and beat your meat and think about this fat-ass
cocklover and imagine what you're gonna do to them faggot-ass Golden
Arrows!"
The players began to undress and head to the showers. Most of them were
sporting dicks that were beyond semi-hard. It was difficult for most of
them to handle.
Coach Ezell wrapped a thick towel around Shannon. It covered the boy's
nudity, but his ample curves still stuck out dramatically. The assistant
coach led the boy into Coach Dietz office where his school clothes
awaited.
"You can take the stuff in that little bottle there on Coach's desk,"
Coach Ezell stated. "It'll get rid of them tits and that ass on ya."
"B-but, I want to stay this way!" the huge-chested schoolboy pleaded.
The man walked over, reached around, and took two handfuls of the dirty
blonde's wide, protruding buttocks.
"You come here after school tomorrow, and I'll fuck you myself," the
assistant coach whispered, shaking the boy's ample ass flesh.
"Okay," Shannon sighed.
"Take the gook in that bottle and get dressed. You're momma will be here
to pick you up."
Shannon reluctantly did as he was told. He drank the contents of the
vial and the feminine curves that had once been his body melted away.
He cried softly as he got back into his male clothes.
He gathered up his books and opened the office door. He could hear
players in the adjoining gymnasium talking and laughing. He figured most
of what they were saying was about him.
His face was crimson red as he walked into the gym and heard all the
leering shouts directed his way. But, he liked it.
His mom's car was in front of the school. She smiled and waved at him
demonstrably. That would have been embarrassing to Shannon, normally.
But, he had moved a bit past that type of concern today.
"Did the boy's have a good, fun practice, honey?" Shannon's mom inquired
as her son sank his well-fucked bottom into the car seat.
"Yes," the boy nodded.
"Do you think they will win the state championship this year?" she asked.
"I sure hope so!" Shannon smiled.
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