"How long you been in Sutton, Linx?"
"Two months, sir, since the first of August."
"And why'd you come here?"
"To play football, sir. To wrestle. To run track."
"So, you been here two months, and you come to play football. Ain't you been training, Linx?"
"Yes sir. Ten hours a day, sir."
"Then why ain't you playing football, Linx? You call what you did Saturday playing football? Answer me, Linx."
"No sir. I'm sorry, sir."
"Being sorry ain't good enough around here, Linx. Round here we ain't never sorry. We ain't never sorry cause we don't never do nothing to be sorry for. Understand me, Linx?"
He shook his head. "Linx, you don't deserve Sutton High. You know what Sutton High is, Linx?"
"Yes sir. The best school in the state, sir." Sutton High was the best school in the state when it came to athletics. Since Coach Long had become Head Football Coach and Athletic Director, Sutton High had been nearly unbeatable in all team sports. In the six years since Coach Long had joined the school, Sutton High had won more trophies than any one school in the entire history of interscholastic athletics in the state. Boys ran away from home to live in Sutton and to join Sutton High's athletic teams and Sutton took them in, legally or illegally. Rusty himself had come to Sutton in hopes of becoming a great athlete.
"And you think you deserve to play varsity football with the best team in the state when you're only a freshman? A half-pint?"
"No sir. Thank you sir."
The coach scowled. "You think you're something special, Linx, because you got a dick like a donkey."
"No sir."
"What would you be if we was to cut off your dick, Linx?"
"I don't know, sir." For the first time since he'd been strung up, Rusty felt like crying. He swallowed down the sobs that had risen up out of nowhere.
"You wouldn't be nothing, Linx. Not a nothing. Let me hear you say it."
"I wouldn't be nothing, sir."
The coach smiled, looking pleased. "Linx, you jacked off since the game Saturday?"
"No sir."
"You done any fucking?"
"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.