Date: Sat, 6 Jul 2002 14:58:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ken <hagenf1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Baseball Boy

	Let me tell you about my afternoon as a baseball boy with my sir.
My name is Ken, but my sir calls me Kenny or boy.  My sir is Harold.  He is
50, 6'1, 180 pounds and in good shape.  He has a slender face, nice arms,
silver hair cut short, and a trim salt and pepper moustache.  He is a
businessman who earns a very good living.  We live in the country in a nice
house with big yards.  I'm 22, but look much younger.  I'm 5'8, 155 pounds
with short brown hair and brown eyes.  I'm fairly tanned because I have to
cut the grass and do yard work.  My sir/master enjoys dominating me,
humiliating me, and punishing me if I've been bad.  I serve at his whim and
it turns me on.  Sometimes we do little things, like the other day he made
me go to dinner with him with my fly down the whole time.  After dinner, he
made me pump and pay for gas, get a few items at a grocery store, and rent
a couple movies.  It was very tough knowing anyone could see my white
briefs sticking through the fly.  Other times we spend a day or part of a
day role-playing.

Last Saturday, my master told me it was Baseball Day!  We had never played
this game before so I was nervous and excited.  I was taken to my room and
showed my uniform for the afternoon.  On my boy bed (with sheets from a
popular sci-fi movie from the 70s) was a complete baseball uniform.  Cap,
jersey, knee-length white uniform pants, cleats, white socks, striders,
athletic supporter, and a cup.  Master told me to strip off my shorts and
white Fruit of the Looms and get dressed.  I was to refer to my master as
Coach until further notice or I would be punished.  I pulled the jockstrap
on and Coach showed me how to put the cup inside my jock and arrange my boy
balls and penis.  I completed the outfit.  After I put on the cleats, Coach
got mad because I was wearing shoes in the house.  I was told to lay on the
side of the bed for a spanking.  I laid down and felt the cup press tightly
against my groin.  Smack!  I felt coach's big hand slap my rear end.  Four
more in quick succession made my rear end sting red.  I took off the cleats
and headed to the backyard.

Coach came out in a few minutes dressed in gray sweat pants, which showed
his nice bulge, white t-shirt, and ball cap.  He gave me my glove and we
played catch for a few minutes to warm up.  He game me pointers on
throwing.  When I dropped the ball once, Coach ordered me to the patio and
made me bend over a table.  Coach spanked my firm young boy butt 5 times.
Whack!  Whack!  Whack!  Whack!  Whack!  Darn those really smarted.

"Next time you drop a ball boy, you'll get worse than a spanking.  Hear?"
he barked.

"Yes Coach," I said meekly.

	"Boy, we're going to field some grounders now," he ordered.

	I scrambled out towards the woods and Coach started peppering
ground balls with an aluminum bat to me.  I did pretty well on the
grounders, but he kept hitting them harder and harder.  After about 10
minutes, sweat was starting to run down my back and I could fell moisture
building in my jock and cup.  Suddenly, I missed an easy one and was
ordered to head to "home plate."  When I got there, Coach was not happy.

	"Boy, if you want to make the Big League, you better not miss any
softies.  Now, drop and give me 10 RIGHT NOW!" he yelled.

	I got on the ground and started doing my punishment.  When I got to
10, I started to get up.  Suddenly, I felt a size 11 tennis shoe in the
small of my back which held me propped up.

	"Boy, you didn't get close enough to the ground for my taste.  You
have to touch the ground with your belly or your cup.  Do you hear me BOY?"
he hollered.

	Then, he shoved me to the ground with his foot and held me there.
He pressed down with a lot of weight causing me to gasp.  His foot switched
to my rear end and gave me a bit of a stomp and then put his weight on my
tender cheeks.  My cup ground into the backyard grass and began to hurt.  I
whimpered a little bit from the pain as my groin was pressed harder into
the cool grass.

	"Hurt boy?"

	"Mmph.yes sir a bit"

	"Good, now 5 more."

	I did the five pushups making sure my cup touched the ground.  When
I stood up, I was chastised again and Coach gave me a quick rap on my cup.
I jumped as his knuckles made a dull thud on the protective equipment.

	"Boy, I think I have your attention now!" he grinned.  I was told
that if I screwed up again, more punishments would be forthcoming.  I
headed out for fly ball practice.

Coach made me stand looking into the high sun and I knew I was in trouble.

	Fly ball after fly ball came towards me.  I fielded most by shading
my eyes.

Then, he hit a line drive to my left and I really had to hoof it to get to
it.  I knew I wouldn't make it on my feet and made a last ditch, face first
dive for the ball.  The ball slipped under my glove and I crashed into the
grass.  My tender boy testicles took a thump from sliding across the grass.
When I stood up, I had a grass stain on my clean white jersey and green
marks on my knees.  I fetched the ball and saw Coach waving me towards him.
He eyed me up and down.

	"Close your eyes boy!  You should have gotten to it quicker.
Rookie mistake and know you have to pay for it."

	I closed my eyes.  I didn't know what was coming, but I bet it was
going to hurt!  The pain was dulled, but I crumpled to my knees when Coach
hit me in the cup with a closed fist.  The cup did its' job and took the
brunt of the blow, but the force still crunched my boy testicles and I felt
a bit nauseous.

	"You like that boy?  You never know when a ball my hit you in your
jewels.  That cup should take the blow, but you'll feel it later."

	"Now young man, you made your uniform dirty.  Looks like you are
ready for some practice on your sliding.  Go get a hoe and rake a second
base and a home plate area.  I'm going to get some water.  You better be
done by the time I get back with the bases.  Or, you'll be sorry young
man."

	He went in the house and I ran to the garage and got a hoe.  I
cleared 2 areas about the size of what he wanted.  I had just finished when
he emerged with a tiny plastic cup with some warm water in it.  I gulped it
down as fast as I could.  He grinned and went back in the house and brought
out a real base and a home plate.  Where the heck did he find those?  He
put them on the ground and told me to start with second base.  He guarded
the bag and acted like he was taking throws.  I had to run full speed or he
would say I was loafing.  Each foot first slide in the rough dirt scraped
up my knees or lower legs.  He would put a full tag on and smack my legs
hard with the glove and ball.  After 20 minutes, I was sweating and
starting to slow down.

	"Boy, don't you loaf on me.  I think you need to practice some face
first slides into home plate."  He went into the house for a moment and
returned with a well-defined bulge in his sweats.  Coach had put a cup on
to protective himself from any collisions.

He took up position and I barreled towards home.  I dove headfirst and was
rewarded with a smack on the head with his glove.  He told me to keep doing
it.  Each slide raspberried my belly with rough dirt and rocks.  My groin
was taking a beating with each slide.  Thank God for that cup!  When I
would slide the cup would often bounce or twist if I didn't slide straight.
I was covered in dirt from head to toe and my white uniform was very dirty
and sweaty.

	Coach told me to stop and said he was not happy with my sliding.
Uh oh.  He made me close my eyes and I knew it was coming.  Wham!  Coach
punched me even harder in cup.  This time it was really hard and it knock
the wind out of me and I lay crumpled up on the dirt.  Coach came over and
told me to lay flat on my back and just breathe as normally as I could.
When I was just about recovered, Coach delivered a quick stomp to my cup
and I rolled around on the ground.  My boy testicles weren't hurting that
bad, but the cup had ground into my groin and I knew there was going to be
bruises later.

	I finally got on all fours and felt another kick from behind,
between my legs.  His foot really caught my tender young testicles in my
cup hard.  I cried out in pain and collapsed on the hard dirt.  My boy nuts
were throbbing and my penis had shrunk like I was in 40 degree water.

	"Boy, it's time you needed some private instruction.  Now get up
and get in that house right now!"

	He spanked my ass all the way to my room.

	"Strip out of that uniform right now boy or you'll be sorry!"

	I quickly stripped down until he told me to stop.  I was wearing
just my jockstrap and cup.  Coach grinned and ordered me to his room.  I
flinched each time his hand slapped my rear end which was red from his hand
and all the sliding.  My belly was scraped up and so were my knees.  When I
got to his room, Coach ordered me to drink all the water in the bedside
pitcher.  I drained the whole thing and asked for more.  I drank two whole
pitchers of cool water.  After I had recovered a bit, Coach ordered me to
strip him down.  First, I took off his cap, then his tennis shoes.  I
pulled each sock off and threw them in the hamper.

	Next, I peeled off his sweaty white t-shirt.  His chest is covered
with a nice mat of silver and black hairs that trail down to his waistband.
I gulped as he ordered me to take off his sweat pants.  I undid the tie
string and eased the sweats over his prominent bulge.

He was wearing a brand new white jockstrap with a cup.  He instructed me to
remove the jock and cup gently and then put the dirty clothes in the
hamper.  I nodded and eased the tight elastic band out and down.  The cup
flopped out onto the floor as the tension of the tight athletic supporter
suddenly eased.  My Coach's cock flopped out of its' confines and bobbed
over his large balls.  I took the jock strap down and ran the clothes to
the hamper.

	"Now, get on your knees and lick the sweat off my cock boy!"

	I scrambled onto my scraped knees and grasped his cock with my
hand, which was promptly slapped away.

	"I didn't say use your hands young man, just your tongue"

	I started lapping at his soft cock which is about 4 inches soft.
My master has a beautiful cock.  It is fairly thick soft, with a large
mushroom-shaped knob that is shiny purple.  He is not circumcised and the
loose folds of skin enshroud his knob, leaving only a small diameter
opening from which the slit and a little bit of knob poke through.  I
licked the sweaty, but smooth skin of his shaft and worked the tip of my
tongue under his foreskin.  His cock began twitching as I slid lower to
reach his balls, which I had been ordered to lick as well.  Coach has
fairly large balls that are covered in silver hairs.  His balls are about
the size of goose eggs.  I love to see the bulge he makes in his Fruit of
the Looms with those hefty nuts and his cock, which pushes straight out at
rest over his balls.

I run my nose through his ample thatch of0 pubic hair above his cock and
keep swabbing his cock and balls with my tongue.  The sweat and musky scent
is so manly.

	Coach tells me to use my hands and start sucking his cock.  I use
my hand to work his foreskin back and run my tongue all over his thick
knob.  A drop of precum oozes from the slit, which I quickly lick clean.
Master doesn't allow precum to drip for his cock at any time.  My job is to
catch it first which I do with relish.  His cock keeps expanding as I lick
him and take him deeper into my boy mouth.  My own penis is starting to
swell painfully inside the cup and jock.  I moan and groan as I suck his
cock lovingly.  I feel his shaft swell and know he is getting fully erect.
His cock shaft is rather solid and somewhat thick, with a large vein
underneath and a good size vein across the top of this shaft.  The knob is
gagging me as it has swollen to its' full girth.  I swallow his shaft, all
7.5 inches of Coach's cock.  I bob on it for close to 20 minutes.  Coach's
groans and urgings tell me I'm being a good boy.

	Suddenly, I am ordered off his gorgeous shaft and am thrown face
first onto the bed.  My feet are on the floor with my cup pressed on the
side of the bed.  I get 5 hard spanks.  Whack!  Whack!  Whack!  Whack!
Whack!  Then, he walks into the bathroom.

I know not to move or he'll really sting my rear end with that paddle in
the corner.

Coach comes back and growls huskily.  I feel his long middle finger covered
with KY slide into my boy tunnel.  My penis is pressed painfully inside the
cup as it struggles to get fully extended.  Coach's finger works my
sphincter with KY and gently probes the soft tissue of my tunnel.  The
finger slips out and I whimper lightly, which I know Coach loves to hear.
A strong hand pulls my cheeks apart and I feel his thick knob pressing
gently against my opening.  I relax because I know the battleship is coming
soon.  The big mushroom prods me until it pops through my stretched
sphincter.  Oh god, the pain, the pleasure.

	Without warning, my boy tunnel is filled with 7.5 inches of thick
Coach cock.

The splitting open of my rear end is hot, painful, glorious, and shocking.
I can feel the big knob pressed up inside my guts as his shaft spreads the
tunnel side.  His shaft is very round and presses in all directions.  I can
feel his hairy, heavy ball sac resting against my thighs and bottom of my
cup and jock.  Coach begins to screw my young boy ass slowly, but
thoroughly.  All the way back to the knob, then driven all the way to the
hilt.  As he picks up speed, his body presses into mine and crushes me
against his bed.  My cock is painfully-crunched by the cup.  I want my boy
penis to be free and hard, but it is trapped and hurts like heck.  The bed
starts to bang against the wall as his thrusts become more forceful.  He
occasionally stops to deliver a spank to my burning rear end.  His cock
skewering my rear end is magnificent.  I love master's cock filling me.
His hips begin to thrust faster and the sound of skin slapping fills the
room.  I moan and cry out as his full strokes pummel my tender ass cheeks.
The pain in my cock is tremendous and he knows it.  He grinds at the end of
the strokes to make me cry out and squirm under his firm arms.

	As his thrusts hit full speed, the sound of his heavy scrotum
slapping my thighs and ass turns me on even more.  The feel of a dominant
man's cum-filled goose eggs slamming into me is the best feeling ever.  It
means I am going to be filled with his thick, white sperm soon.  He rises
up on his arms and really begins to hammer me.  I cry out that my cock is
being hurt.  He laughs and then suddenly my ass is empty as his cock slings
out.  I am forcefully flipped over on my back.  Coach is standing there
with his shiny 7.5 inch piece of uncut meat flapping over his loose
scrotum.  He reaches in with both hands and yanks my jockstrap and cup off
with one rapid motion.  My 6-inch boy penis springs free and slaps my
smooth belly.  The fat, shiny red tip is smeared in precum and the slender
shaft throbs in time with my racing heart.  My lightly-haired balls are a
bit swollen from their average size, but are pulled up in their sac.  Coach
orders me to grab my knees and I watch as his stout shaft dips down to my
exposed, helpless opening.

	I cry out again as I am filled with Coach's big column of flesh.
The knob drives deep and balls slap my ass.  Coach pummels my tender rear
end and the bed slams the wall.  Oh god, I can feel my orgasm coming.  His
cock is pounding my young prostrate and I'm going to..

	"Oh god, Coach..I.ungh..I'm..got to...oh.oh...gonna spurt...oh.OH!"

	I yelped as my several spurts of thick, pearly white boy cum erupt
from my throbbing penis and shower my smooth chest and abraded belly.
Four, five, and finally a small sixth spurt of my boy jism spurt out from
my narrow slit.  I'm covered in sweat, cum, and Coach's sweat is dripping
onto my body too.  He is grunting like a hog as his thrusts become quicker
and shorter.  I hold onto my knees for dear life as I know his big daddy
orgasm is coming soon.  His head tilts farther and farther back, then he
pulls his meat out of my hole with a wet plop and he leans over my young
boy body.  His hand drops to his cock and begins short stroking madly.  I
watch the big slit in his purple knob as he worked his orgasm closer and
closer.  With a mad cry, master looks down and a massive rope of thick,
whitish, slimy cum jets onto my chest.  Another rope follows that spans my
belly and mixes with my boy juice.  Master works six more spurts of his
heavy cum out of his heavy bull balls.  He keeps stroking the foreskin up
over his knob as he urges more jism to keep dripping out of his cock.  He
finally leaves the hood over his knob and collapses onto my belly covered
with our cum and sweat.  He kisses me deeply and tells me he loves me.

	If you liked this, let me know at hagenf1@yahoo.com.  Thanks, Ken.