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Trey Adkins
Trey Adkins was an Italian Adonis. A charismatic and sexy street-savvy bad boy.
6'1, a solid 165 lbs. His hair was midnight black hair -- he wore feathered
back. His chestnut brown eyes were soulful and seductive. He had full lips and a
killer smile...He relished in the thought of one day modeling for Abercrombie
and Fitch....
Onery as a blue jay, Trey had run ins with the law -- from burglary to arson.
Despite his checkered past, a judge decided to give Trey one last chance in
light of his age and all too aware of the stark and frightful reality that could
serve injurious to him. Given a reprieve he was sent to Baldwin Academy for Men
/BAM for eighteen months for vandalizing a soda machine that took .50 from him.
And Contempt for smart mouthing the judge at his arraignment. When asked if
there was anything that had not been explained to him or did not understand,
Trey replied menacingly "What town was this where they shot the Sheriff, but not
the deputy ?"...
"Welcome to Baldwin Academy, I'm Stephen Garrett your teacher" Mr. Garrett
cordially greeted Trey. Trey softly says "thanks". "Baldwin?...best guess --
what's our name mean?" Mr. Garrett asks Trey. Trey shrugs his shoulders and
gives Mr. Garrett a dumbfounded look "dunno" he's says. "Bold Friend" Mr.Garrett
says. Again, Trey answers softly "Cool".Mr. Garrett clears his throat "eh 'hem
-- it means, here we don't play Ring Around The Rosies.We turns boys into men,
we call it tough love" Mr. Garrett says. Trey raises an eye brow and with a
smirk says "wonderful".
"Okay guys listen up, this is Trey. Trey is new let's help him out...Chris, why
don't you go over the ground rules" Mr. Garrett asks.
" a) Don't be late for class -- automatic detention..it's hell dude"
" b) No cussing -- you'll loose your smoking privileges for a day"
" c) Do what the staff tell you -- or no outings or passes.
Chris explains.
"Fuck this bullshit, this is gay!" Trey cockily states.
"That will cost you son. Let's have the Marlboro's" Mr.Garrett demands "Go fuck
yourself you prick" Trey sneers back insulting him.. As Mr. Garrett reaches to
grab him by the arm Trey stops him catching his wrist twisting and spraining it.
Mr.Garrett yelps in pain..."You lay a fucking hand on me and I'll give your ass
to Jesus faggot!" Trey warns.
One of the guys quickly dashes out of the classroom and across the hall to the
gym. He sees the coach in his office. "COACH!" he yells. Coach Bill Hastings a
staunch and handsome man with the morals of an alley cat opens his office door
"what's going on?!" Coach asks with concern. "Come quick man some shit's going
down, Garrett's hurt!" the young man says. Coach runs to Mr. Garrett's classroom
and swiftly takes charge...."You got a problem?!" Coach asks angrily body
slamming Trey against the blackboard. his arm is thrust pinning his neck back.
Coach whisks Trey out of the class by his shirt. "Think you're a tough guy
huh?...you're a punk!...punks get special treatment" coach yells pushing Trey
out of the classroom. Trey falls on the floor in the hall. Just then, Trey could
of rested his chin on his boots like a fearful puppy squinting his eyes tightly
and waiting for the worst ---OHHHH DADDY! "Get up you little son of bitch!"
Coach scowls. Coach forces Trey to his office. "Take a seat Son!" coach orders
as he locks the door and draws the shade. "What's your name?" Coach asks "Trey
Adkins" Trey replies looking like something the cat dragged in. Coach brings up
Trey's record and begins to heckle him about it.
"Stand up and drop your pants"
"WHAT?!.. are you fucking sick?!" Trey snaps back. "One more word out of you
Mister and you'll be kissing the floor" coach says slamming his fist on his desk
and gritting his teeth. "DO IT!"...
Trey fumbles nervously for his fly and drops his Levis as quickly as he can".
"Whip it out Son, let's see what you're working with!". Trey catches himself
holding back from cussing the coach out. He complies and pulls down his boxer
shorts and takes out his dick holding it in his hand. "look straight head
staring at the wall and jack off!" Coach orders. Trey looses it "No way you
queer fuck, fuck you, you can't make me do this, you're sick man!". Trey snaps.
Coach makes a mean fist and punches Trey in the gut with a powerful blow. Trey
doubles over and falls to his knees on the floor. "I don't mince words boy, you
WILL do as you are told!" Coach non-chalantly sits back down at his desk giving
Trey time to puke and resume his punishment. After roughly ten minutes, Trey
stands back up at the side of coach's desk and stares dead-on at the wall and
begins to jack off. Coach swivels around in his chair, folds him arms and eyes
Treys cock. Coach turns around and picks up the waste basket behind him, turns
back around and places it under Trey's long fierce cock. "Cum in the bucket,
punk". "Sir, yes sir" Trey moans panting stroking vigorously...."oh my god -- oh
my freaking God, Coach I'm gonna cum FUCK, auhhhhhhhhh!" Trey blows his load
slinging strand after strand into the waste bucket.
"Another stunt like today Son and you'll be entertaining your peers alright --
just like this...do we understand each other?!" Coach warns. Trey just looks
wide-eye at the coach and humbly mutters "yes sir, sorry Coach". 'Get out of my
office!" Coach scowls. Trey leaves feeling degraded like a cheap whore. He feels
sick to his stomach and heads to the lavatory where he vomits, holding back the
tears from the shock of his harrowing.
It was now 2:45 PM. The bell rang and Gym was next. Coach acted as if nothing
had happened. He was equally cordial to him as the other guys. It was Wednesday
-- Dodge Ball! Coach picks two of the guys as teen captains and they begin
selecting teammates. Trey was picked almost immediately for his stellar body and
apparent strength. Coach blows the whistle and the game begins.. Trey begins
taking out his opponents one-by-one plucking them like chickens... "Child's play
man" Trey snickers to one of his teammates. One of the boys on the opposing team
shouts a flame and maliciously delivers a blow to Trey's face face with the
ball. Trey's head jerks to right and his nose begins to bleed..."That's for Mr.
Garrett you fuck!" the boy shouts. Trey ignores his bleeding nose and tackles
the awnry twink on the bare wooden floor pulverizing him "Don't FUCK with ME
Asshole!"..Trey asserts angrily. Coach grits his teeth and grabs Trey by the
back of his shirt and stands him up and pushes him backwards with his hand. Trey
throws both his hands up 'It's cool Coach!" trying to defuse the coach, but to
no avail.
"Drop em now!" Coach orders Trey. "Trey's face turns tomato red, his dimples
were throbbing. His seductive brown eyes turned black with fiery as he dropped
his pants to the gym floor baring his cock and firm bubble butt for all to see
while standing at attention before the coach...
Coach toys with Trey's cock holding it as he runs his thumb back and forth over
the head of it and then scraping it with his nail. Trey's cock sprang out and
began throbbing.... "You think you're the cock of the walk?" he asks sinisterly
with an evil grin.
Trey is in utter disbelief as not a one protests this. Their eyes all seemed to
have the same look, cold and unfeeling. "My God!" Trey thinks to himself at the
startling realization they have done this before...
"Whip the birdie!" Coach sternly prods. The guys whistle and there is jeering.
Trey nods slightly with a sour look, takes in a deep breath and closes his eyes
unable to look at his peers as he begins to jacks off. "I think you owe these
guys an apology Son!" Coach implies with an evil grin. Trey continues stroking
his cock vigorously. His head is cocked back with is eyes closed. He brings his
head up and looks straight on at his peers to see them gawking at him. "I- I'm
sorry guys" Trey says short of breath. He closes his eyes unable to look at the
guys watching him like a spectacle...."Auhhhhhhhhhh au God nooooo ohhhhhh fuck!"
Trey lets out with clamor blowing his load and shivering. "Sweet!" one guys says
emphatically. "Oh hell yeah!" another says getting boned.
In a torrent of emotions Trey makes a mad dash for the bathroom. He doubles over
trying to catch his breath and get his wits back. "Son of a BITCH!" he says
gasping. He pukes violently into the toilet sweating and trembling. He leans his
back against the wall and cocks his head back inhaling deep, lowers his head and
exhales in a gush "PHEW!" He begins to feel weak and faint, slides his back down
the wall until he is sitting on the floor. He puts his head between his legs.
Suddenly he hears the door to the bathroom open...
"Trey ?...Trey, man you alright?" Chris asks. "No man, I can't take this freak
en shit!" Trey replies bemoaning and nearly crying. "It gets easier if you don't
think about it" Chris says speaking to Trey through the door. Trey brings his
head up suddenly and reaches up with one arm unlatching the door to the stall
and pushed it open. He leans his head back and cocks it's slightly looking at
Chris "What's up with that man -- if you don't think about it?!" Trey asks in a
faint voice nervously. "Been there man -- all the guys"
"Yeah..well..no offense but I'm not queer" Trey asserts. "Do I look Queer to
you?...I used to make like I was strutting it for the ladies -- it's all in the
mind man" Chris says. Trey grins "never thought of it quite like that before"
Trey says. Chris and Trey leave together and Chris invites him to his room to
hang out, grab a pizza and listen to some cd's.
The next day Trey is late to gym class from smoking and shooting the shit.
"You're late Trey!" Coach sneers at him. "YEAH?! -- make like a clock and get
past it!" Trey sinisterly says with a smirk. "WHAT did you just say to me boy?!
"Fuck your sorry ass --compendia--can you hear me now?!" Coach is livid "In my
office now!"...
Trey starts to unzip and acts coy and shy "you know you want it -- you like
young guys don't cha Coach" Trey says in a patronizing tone winking at the
Coach. "You think your smart don't you Son?!...zip up..I wouldn't be showing
that to too many people" Coach insults. Trey is slightly taken off guard. "What
cha gonna do now, huh Coach?!" Trey says feeling...well..p-r-e-t-t-y damn smart
and proud of himself. "You got gym, now Son!" Coach orders sternly pointing.
Trey perceives that to be a concession by the Coach....
"Chris, front and center!" Coach orders as he grabs Trey by the back of the neck
and holds him. "What's up Coach?!" Chris asks with a look of uncertainty and
fear. "You - strip !" Coach orders Trey. "Chris, show Trey here how titillating
punishment can be". Chris is taken back "Uh..." Chris starts to say, but his
mental mojo kicks in. "You got it Coach" Chris says. Trey is shocked and feels
betrayed by Chris. Hoping Trey can read lips "Chris says "pretend to be my girl"
Trey looks cock eyed at Chris missing the punt...
Coach forces Trey to do ten nude jumping jacks. Like a traffic accident you
couldn't help but stop and look. Trey's erect nipples from the cool air and his
bobbing cock has the guys enchanted. "Would you look at that -- that's just
nasty" coach sinisterly jokes. The guys laugh. Trey squints and blinks panting
as he finishes the humiliating task...
"You think you're a Hot Shot ay?" Coach asks. He orders Trey to stand at
attention with his hands behind his head. He hands Trey a basketball, and leads
him up to the Marker. "You get one shot -- you miss and I rape you right here --
right now!" The guys are jeering... Trey's hands are trembling. He takes in a
deep breath and shoots the ball -- he misses! "FUCK!" Trey sputters frustrated
and nervous. Coach winks.
"Coach NO...DON'T do THIS... This is freak en INSANE man!" Trey pleads hopping
around franticly facing the inevitable...
Coach snatches him, grabs him by the back of the neck and bends him over "I want
some of that sweet ass" Coach menacingly spurts...... "AHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKK OHHHH
GODDDDD DAMN IT AWE AUH NOOOO!!" Trey shrieks in sheer pain as Coach's freight
train like cock bore into his tight virgin ass!" "WHEW HEW!" one guy shouts.
There's a round of high-fives. Chris traces the curves of Trey's pecs than
plucks his pert left nipple "Damn that's a sweet nip" 'Fucker-err!!" Trey
mutters gasping look dead up into Chris' eyes. Trey grits his teeth and begins
to pant and hiss as coach rides his savaged hole with a vengeance. Like a piston
he grinds Trey's ass tirelessly for a long stint. Trey's neck is sticking out
like a goose, the veins in his neck protruding out with his thrashing about and
gasping. Chris holds Trey's face gingerly wiping away a fallen tear on Trey's
left cheek with his thumb giving him a piteous look as coach Hasting's rapes
him. "Damn, that's sad" Chris says softly and winks at Trey. Trey just rolls his
eyes looking dizzy and gray. "Awe mmm ohhhhhh y-e-a-h uhhhh whew!" Coach
hasting's moans feverishly as he thrusts his cock deep into him filling his
quivering ass and burning hole with bursts of cum.
Coach smacks Trey on the ass "Hit the shower" he orders. Trey staggers in the
buff across the gym past on-lookers and gagging, vomiting just as he makes it
through the door to the locker room. Exasperated, he falls to floor and crawls
to the drain in the buff cold and shaking, and pukes repeatedly. He feels the
Coach's semen oozing out his ass and feels utter disgust and filthy. The long
hot shower is unforgiving leaving Trey to feel defiled and scarred.
The brutal assaults and savage taking of his virginity by the sadist
disciplinarian broke Trey of his arrogance and defiance instilling respect for
authority. Coach had made a team player out of him -- as he did with every
bastardly young man. Trey wizened up and played like "The Good Son" until his
release from Baldwin the following year. He returned home with his G.E.D. and
landed his first full-time job as a nigh stocker with a national grocery chain
where he worked his way up to management...
Trey frequently hires a dominatrix to punish him when he fucks up -- from being
late to work to voting for George Bush -- he has to buy her gas for a year --
premium!
Coach Hastings was arrested and charged with multiple counts of sodomy, rape and
abuse by an authority figure after brutally assaulting a rich kid and putting
him in the hospital in a catatonic state. A "bold friend" Trey testified at his
trial. Coach Hastings was subsequently sentenced to two consecutive life terms
without parole. Baldwin Academy was closed by the state following the indictment
and conviction of Coach Hastings.
THE END.
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