'No sir.'
'When's the last time you come?'
'Friday night, sir.'
The coach spun around toward the other boys. 'That right, Benton? Linx here ain't come since Friday night.'
'No sir, he ain't,' Todd Benton said. 'You sure?'
'Yes sir, I been him every minute.'
Todd wasn't lying. He had been with Rusty every minute. Following Coach Long's orders, Todd had even accompanied Rusty to the bathroom. He'd slept in the same room as Rusty. And Rusty was going out, of his mind. Since an early age, Rusty had averaged three to five orgasms a day, and now, in almost three days, he hadn't had any. Had Rusty been living all alone out in the desert, three days without coming would have been bad enough, but Rusty wasn't living all alone out in the desert, he was living in Sutton, where cunt was available twenty-four hours a day, where he could fuck until his eyeballs popped out and then could fuck some more.
The coach turned back to Rusty. 'Feeling a might horny, Linx? Your donkey-dong getting itchy?'
Rusty blushed, trying to smile as if at a joke. He didn't need to answer the coach. His ten inch cock had been up and throbbing even before he'd been strung up. In fact, during the last three days, he'd hardly been soft.
'OK, men,' the coach said, 'bring 'em in.'
The half-dozen boys, their peckers stiff and swaying ran out of the locker room like excited dogs. In less than a minute they were back, each boy dragging a naked, long-haired girl like a caveman dragging his woman. The girls were all complaining, and some of them were putting up a fight. Most of the girls had sore cunts and assholes and throats from being fucked so much that day. Every girl at Sutton High was required to be a slave at least one day a week, and because the boys at the school outnumbered the girls three to one, each girl was well used on her slave day. While half the girls at Sutton High enjoyed being sex slaves for the boys, the other half resented being used, and fought like she cats against their hard cocked tormentors. And even the ass wiggling little sluts who loved getting fucked often began fighting back by the end of the day, complaining that their pussies and assholes and throats were raw and near to bleeding.
As the girls were dragged in, the smell of pussy overcame the smell of sweat in the locker room, and Rusty's cock felt as if a hot stream of water had been shot up its core. His cock stood up so stiff and straight that its head tapped his belly above the navel. Jesus, he needed to come! More than anything he wanted to shove his cock up one of those female holes. But he knew they wouldn't let him. This was to be his torture to watch his teammates screw these hot bitches silly while he hung naked and lusting from the isometrics rack. He could fuck at the air, but he wouldn't be able to feel any mess around his cock. He'd rather be whipped, rather be punched in the nuts, rather have almost any torture but this.
Christ, why couldn't he have intercepted that pass? Then Black River wouldn't have scored that field goal and Sutton's shut-out victory would have been preserved. As it was, Sutton won 78 to 3, but Coach Long acted as if they'd lost. 'Never should have put in those freshmen,' he'd told the newspapers.
Using rough brown rapes, the same kind of rope they had used to hang Rusty, the panting boys bound their girls in various positions. One girl was tied to a locker door her hands stretched above her head like Rusty's. Another girl was bound facedown over a bench, while another was bound face up. Todd Benton, Rusty's foster brother, a shaggy haired teenage with a seven-inch cock, concocted a noose and tied his black haired young freshman, the noose around her neck, to the powder pit bench. If she tried to get away, she'd strangle herself. Todd threw his bitch into the powder pit, forced her up on all fours, and mounted her ass in a cloud of powder. Both Todd and his mount choked at first.
The remaining two boys didn't bother with ropes. They knocked their bitches onto the concrete floor and fell on them, one boy driving his cock up his girl's cunt from the rear, the other straddling his girl's neck and ramming his cock down her throat. Coach Long, whose salami-sized cock had erected while he'd watched his charges mount the six young girls, climbed into the powder pit with Todd, and seating his hairy ass on the gray pit bench, took hold of Todd's girl by the ears and jammed his nine-inch stud cock into her mouth. While the girl gagged and choked on the coach's over-sized cock, Todd grunted behind her, driving his hot cock in and out of her upturned cunt.
All the girls groaned, complaining that it hurt. The two girls getting fucked on the benches, one up the cunt and the other up the ass, cried out in unison as they squirmed between the hard wood of the bathes and the hard muscles of the brute football players on top of them. By this late in the day the last period each of the girls had likely been fucked in one hole or another twenty-five to fifty times. They were worn out, but even after this ordeal they'd be locked up until after football practice so they could service any sweaty, mud-grimed football player who felt like relaxing with a cunt after his grueling practice session. At Sutton High the boys were always stiff-cocked and horny, and there just weren't enough girls to go around.
The two girls getting it hard and heavy on the concrete were whimpering. The fucked girl slid on the abrasive floor as her stud rammed his gleaming cock in and out of her. She rolled her head front side to side on the gray concrete, her face screwed up with pain.
'Oh, don't, don't, don't,' she moaned. 'I'm so sore. It hurts, it really hurts, damn it!'
'Shut up that bitch!' Coach Long bellowed, and the stud on top of the complaining girl crushed her to the concrete, fucking her twice as hard and twice as fast, covering her mouth with his lips and biting.
The pinned girl struggled, hammering the boy's ass with her heels, clawing at his back, but the boy hung on, fucking harder and harder. Juice ran out of the girl's cunt, making the concrete under her ass turn dark as if stained.
The other girl on the concrete, the one getting throat-fucked, struggled and gagged. Her throat muscles worked fiercely. The boy riding her face screwed his skinny ass in circles. He groaned loud, mashing his bells to her chin.
'Oh, fuck! Oh, yeah! Take it, baby! OW Christ!' His ass vibrated. The girl gurgled, groaning. She swallowed fast. Thick white jism leaked from the corner of her mouth and oozed down her stuffed cheek. The stud's cum overflowed her mouth. The boy humped, driving his spurting cock down her juicy gagging throat.
'Give it to her!' Coach Long growled. 'Drown the bitch!'
'Yeah, give it to her,' moaned the other boy fucking the girl on the concrete, and at that moment he himself shot his cum. 'Ahhhhhhhh!' he bellowed. 'Christ!' Cum bubbled out of his girl's own, juicing her bottom and asshole lubricating the concrete under her ass.
The orgasms of the two boys on the floor seemed to stimulate the other fucking studs. Coach Long grunted, the girl in the powder pit gagged, and Coach Long's cum shot down her throat and dripped from her lips into the powder. Todd humped a few more times at the girl's upturned ass and let out a gasp, squirting his cum up the girl's cunt. The two boys on the benches came simultaneously, moaning deliriously as they pumped their jism into the two girls under them, one boy filling an asshole, the other flooding a cunt. The last boy, the one who had hung his girl by the wrists to the locker door, shot off against the girl's legs while he kneeled and sucked on her cunt. That girl, the one getting her cunt sucked, was the only girl who hadn't complained. Instead, she wriggled her long body and rolled her eyes. All at once she shuddered, sighing loudly, and Rusty could tell that she was coming.
Rusty couldn't stand watching anymore. His mouth opened wide and he cried out, half screaming, half moaning. His prick felt like it had grown to the size of his arm, and it felt like all the hot chicks in the world were licking at it a billion wriggling female tongues running up and down it. His balls ached like they never had before. They'd bloated up like balloons, and they were ready to explode.
The panting guys turned toward him as they crawled off their girls.
'I wanna fuck! Gotta fuck!' Rusty cried. 'Oh, shit! Oh, man!' He wriggled like crazy, hanging by the arms, thrusting his aching loins, humping into the humid locker room air as if it were a warm wet cunt. The harder he squirmed, the harder the ropes cut into his wrists, but he didn't care, didn't care if he ripped his hands right off. He'd never been so horny. He didn't care about anything but coming. He couldn't stand the itching inside his cock anymore.
Coach Long laughed. 'You shoulda wanted to intercept that pass as much as you wanna fuck Linx.'
'Please, Coach!' Rusty whimpered. 'I learned my lesson. Let me at 'em, Coach. Oh, please!'
As Rusty said those words he realized how stupid he was sounding, and he realized how dangerous his words were. Nobody talked to Coach Long like that. Nobody begged Coach Long for anything. Coach Long talked, gave the orders, asked the questions, and you listened carefully to each of his words, you snapped to attention and
