Date: Sun, 01 Jul 2001 16:43:09 -0400
From: Joes head2 <joeshead2@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ball Boy Part 6

The following story is entirely fiction; any resemblance to persons living
or dead is strictly coincidental. This story contains descriptions of sex
between consenting, adult males. If such material is prohibited in your
jurisdiction, if you are under legal age, or if you are offended by such
material DO NOT READ IT. The author retains all rights to this work and you
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Recap; Pt 1-5
College Jock Joe has a chance encounter with the sports hero of his jack off
fantasies during a volunteer outing at the ballpark. Things go terribly
wrong for Joe when his hero catches him masturbating in the
clubhouse...Major League Baseball player Chris Stone decides it's time to
test the limits of how low his new "ball boy" is willing to go.... Thanks to
Chris, it doesn't take long for Joe's roommate Kevin, to figure out that Joe
is a queer.  The torment from Chris continues, ordering him to join him for
"breakfast". An unwitting Joe is coerced into serving up his mouth to Chris,
the waiter and a host of horny blue-collar men.


Where we left off:
"Now get on your knees and clean up this room. When you're done, we're
even."

"With what?" Joe fell to his knees and looked around for cleaning materials
but found none.

"With your tongue faggot." Hank grabbed Joe by the back the hair and shoved
his face against the crusty urinal. "Lick it clean." He pushed hard and
waited for Joe to begin lapping away at the dried piss on the rim. "Yeah.
That's right...work for your breakfast queer." Hank watched in glee at the
plight of the pitiful excuse for a man.

"And don't come out until it's squeaky clean!" Hank warned and exited the
door. Picking up the teen's clothes, he walked back to the counter and
dropped them in a pile on the floor. He retreated back to the grille area
and looked at the cum coated pancakes. Hank scooped the stack up and placed
them in a Styrofoam take-out box. He looked through the window at the men at
the counter as he scribble "ballboy" on the box.

"Last guy in gives him his clothes back." He smiled at the men as they
raised their mugs to toast their main man.


Ball Boy Part 6

Joe stumbled from the door of the diner, his eyes stinging from the harsh
noon sun. He looked down at his watch. He had been naked and trapped in the
men's room for over two hours. His felt his aching jaw. The chore of
servicing cock after cock had taken its toll on him. At last count, six men
had dumped their loads down his throat. They had used him like a whore,
never letting him forget he was a faggot. The relentless verbal abuse
shattered Joe's ego, his self-esteem. Each man had taken what they wanted
from the fag present Chris had left them with. One after another they raped
his mouth, plunging their fat angry cocks down his throat with no passion,
no concern, just lust and an aching to abuse. To them, he was just a useless
queer made that way to serve real men like themselves. Not one of the men
said "thank you". Not one of them cared. As they left him on the floor,
wallowing in their cum spray, they joined their buddies at the counter,
never so much as acknowledging the humiliation they had meted out on the
helpless teen. They got their nut off. That's all they cared.

Joe's mouth was dry and raw. His legs were sore and tight. Try as he did to
clean himself before leaving, he still smelled like sperm. The odor had
overtaken his body. There was no mistaking it. He let out a sigh and glanced
at the take out box that Hank had handed him before pushing him out the
door. He was starving. Joe opened the Styrofoam container, folded the
pancakes in his hands and chomped down. From the window of the diner, the
men inside rolled in hearty laughter. Joe had no idea that he was eating ol
Hank's batter. Joe glanced back at the men pointing at him and laughing. He
threw the box to the ground and began his walk to the bus stop. "Fuck them"
he thought.

The bus stop was uneventful, short of a few condescending glances from other
passengers. Joe's striking All-American looks were scarred by cum streaked
hair. He hung his head in shame, never acknowledging the stares. Joe stared
out the window as he listened to the taunts coming from a gathering of
younger high school boys sitting across him.

"Hey queer..psst." they jeered him, grabbing their crotches in an obscene,
adolescent way. Even at their young age - they knew jism when they saw it
and took great glee and teasing the college jock. "We got some more for ya
right here!" Joe pretended to ignore them, but their mockery stung him. Even
the most innocent of kids could plainly see what he had become.

The walk back to the dorm was a sullen one for Joe. Returning to his room
was not something that he now took lightly. Things with Kevin were becoming
strange and awkward. He was no longer feeling sure footed around his bookish
roommate. Opening the door to his room, he was relieved to discover that
Kevin was not there. For now, he had escaped a potentially uncomfortable
encounter. Joe walked through the living room to his bedroom. As he
undressed, he spotted a note on his bed. Picking it up, he read the message
from Kevin:

"Your friends are coming over tonight at 9:00, be ready - Kevin."

Joe read the note again and again, scratching his head in confusion. "What
friends? Ready for what?" He put the note on his dresser and undressed
stopping just long enough to inspect himself in Chris's jock strap once
again. His image was lude and embarrassing. The jock was now yellowed, and
stiff and rank. Joe pried them off, he had just enough time to take in a
shower, change and be back at the park by 2:00, as Chris has commanded.

In the bathroom, Joe went to turn the water in the shower on, when he felt
something slippery underfoot. He stepped back and stared down at the floor
to discover a condom - a condom filled with cum! Bending down, Joe picked up
the latex sheath and held it up. The rubber was overflowing with man-seed -
Kevin's man-seed! Joe froze in place. His mind reeled. He fingered the spent
rubber and felt the texture of his roommate's sperm within. He wondered
silently if Kevin had intentionally left this. As Joe inspected it, his cock
stirred. He hadn't jerked off since yesterday. The near memory of the
morning's cock sucking marathon and the sight of his roommate's trapped
sperm was too much for him. He could not ignore the fire churning his
crotch. Sitting on the side of the tub, Joe pulled on his cock as he slurped
on the open end of the condom. Licking hungrily at his roommate's slippery
condom, he fisted himself maniacally. Joe felt his chest heave and his
stomach muscles tense as he raised the rubber above his mouth and allowed
the contents to slide onto his tongue like maple syrup. The taste of Kevin's
cum was like nectar to him. He swallowed it greedily while his own cum
blasted out in a feverish arc, splatting all over the tile floor below.
While the white spots in his eyes subsided, Joe placed the condom on the
sink and caught his breath. He might never have the chance to service his
roommate, Joe mused, but at least he now knew what his jizz tasted like. He
turned on the water in the shower and stepped in. Joe never spotted the
blinking, tiny red light coming from the carefully concealed camcorder in
Kevin's bedroom across the hall. His moment of lust had just been captured
for posterity.

Freshly showered, Joe stepped back into Chris's jock and pondered what else
to wear. He reached into his dresser and pulled out a pair of white mesh
training shorts and slipped them on. If he was going to be chasing balls
down on the field, he needed to be comfortable. Joe rifled through his
myriad of T-Shirts and pulled out one that he was sure would make Chris
proud; a replica of his #12 baseball shirt. He slid on the mock major league
jersey, pulled his ballcap on and inspected himself in the mirror. He
momentarily allowed himself to forget the bizarre circumstances of the past
few days and took pride in his appearance. In spite of everything, Joe was
proud of his body, proud of his performance on the field and knew that
somehow, all the bullshit he had stumbled into could be put in his past. He
would figure a way out of this.

Joe pulled on his athletic socks, slipped into his trainers and headed back
out to the stadium, determined to prove his worth to his boyhood hero.

At the ballpark, Joe went to the player's entrance - all at once feeling
very, very important. Entering through the gate, he was immediately
approached by a large, imposing security guard.

"Where you think you're going kid??" He charged holding his arm
outstretched, preventing Joe from moving further.

"I'm here to see Chris Stone." Joe replied with casual authority. "He's
expecting me."

"What's your name?" the guard queried, flipping through a series of sheets
on his clipboard.

"Joe Murphy." Joe replied, craning his neck over the security guard's
shoulder.

"Nope. Not here." The guard snapped.

"But he told me to be here!" Joe charged, slight panic in his voice. "I'm
supposed to chase balls during practice."

The security guard raised his eyebrow. "You're Ball Boy?"

"Yes sir." Joe fidgeted. "I am."

"I see..." The guard gave Joe a slow once over, inspecting him like a piece
of meat. He knew the code word ball boy well. Players who exploited and used
up their young fans had used the nickname for years. As Joe stood before
him, nervously shuffling his feet, he felt both pity and disgust for the
lad. His cock fattened in his uniform as he returned to his clipboard. "Here
we go..." He paused. "Mr. Stone will be waiting for you in the trainer's
office."

"Thanks!" Joe replied, taking leave from the entrance. The guard watched as
the unwitting pup marched off to his fate.

Joe hustled through the quiet, cavernous corridors beneath the stadium
stands until he reached the trainer's office. He knocked lightly on the
door.

"Yes?" boomed Chris's voice from behind the door.

"It's me Chris, Joe." He trembled.

"I don't know any Joe."

"It's Ball Boy." Joe stammered, remembering his name.

"Get in here faggot." Chris commanded. Joe turned the knob and entered the
room. Chris sat behind a large wooden desk, reading the sports section and
chomping on an unlit cigar. He was shirtless. Joe soaked in the sight of the
man's massive pecs, coated in a forest of fur. His cock stirred as he
memorized Chris's quarter sized nipples.

"You're late queerboy!" he challenged.

"I'm sorry sir, the guard held me up."

"I don't give a shit." Chris put the paper down and stared at the college
kid wearing his commemorative shirt. "Take that fucking shirt off you
pussy!"

"Yes sir," Joe stammered, peeling off the #12 shirt. "I just thought..."

"Don't even try to think you worthless cocksucker." Chris mentally licked
his lips at the sight of the young college stud. Joe stood nervously, not
sure what he should do. "Now, take off the shorts."
Joe removed his shorts and stood before his hero in just his jockstrap.

Chris leaned forward, stood up and walked to the other side of the desk.
Joe's eyes opened wide to discover that Chris was also wearing nothing but a
jockstrap! A noticeable bulge was obvious. Joe focused on the trailing
curves and crevices that defined Chris's cock form inside the pouch. His own
cock began to leak. Chris leaned against the desk, folded his arms across
his chest and stared hard at Joe. The electricity between the sports legend
and the teen was heady, intense.

"Now take off that jockstrap..." Chris's tone was commanding. Joe slid the
supporter down and stepped out of it. Joe's hard cock sprang up, his precum
draining in slivery strands to the floor below.

"Tell me what you really want ballboy." Chris demanded, then lowered his
hand to rest on his jock mound.

"I, I want your cock sir." Joe replied, intoxicated by the sight in front of
him. His cock bobbed and throbbed. His nuts were drawing tight.

"Tell me how bad." Chris growled and picked up Joe's shorts from the floor.
Reaching back to the desk, he retrieved a pair of scissors and began slowly
cutting the lining away.

"I want your cock bad sir..." Joe stared in wonder as Chris tossed the
lining of his shorts into the trash can and began slicing the sides of his
shorts up to the waistband. "I'll do anything you want."

"Anything? Chris chortled, amused at Joe's desperation. He held up Joe's
modified shorts to the light and marveled out how transparent the mesh now
was. He smiled at his handiwork.

"Yes sir."

"Get on your knees" he commanded. Joe fell without question into the
position. Chris placed the shorts onto the desk behind him and picked up
small brass tube. He fingered it slowly as he smiled down at Joe.
"Are you a pussy?"

"Yes sir." Joe mumbled. He watched as Chris slid the top off the brass tube
and immediately recognized it as lipstick. Joe froze as he watched Chris
slowly turn the tube, exposing the bright red makeup stick.

"Don't you think you should look the part then?" Chris flashed an evil grin
as he waved the lipstick in Joe's face.

"I'll look stupid!" Joe stammered.

"No. You'll look like a pussy." Chris chimed and grabbed Joe's chin firmly.
"Just like a pussy..." he repeated and he began to apply the bright crimson
lipstick to Joe's mouth. "There ya go." He smiled a wicked smile down at
Joe.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Joe felt like he was going to cry.

"Because I can." Chris smiled as Joe pouted. The pathetic expression was
even more hilarious now that his lips were garishly painted red. "Now come
over here and kiss my jock."

Joe leaned forward and placed his lips in a kissing formation against his
hero's hard jock bulge. Chris pulled his face tighter against him, his hand
on the back of Joe's head and held Joe there.

"You want it?" he bellowed.

"yes sir" Joe whimpered, pulling his face away from Chris's jock. He stared
at the lipstick mark he had just left - an obvious kiss mark.

"Good boy." He replied and took Joe's shorts from the table and handed them
to the teen. "But first you're gonna have to earn it. Put your shorts back
on Ballboy."

Joe stood and pulled the shorts back on. The lining now gone, the mesh was
all but invisible. The newly formed slits up the sides allowed the material
to drift liberally away from his lean body, concealing very little. Joe's
hard cock tented the material obscenely. He stared down at himself in
horror.

"C'mon, I want you to meet my buddies from Triple A." Chris purred, and
grabbed Joe's wrist. Joe involuntarily followed Chris from the trainer's
office into the adjoining clubhouse. As Chris walked into the locker room,
with Joe in tow, the cadre of young minor league players looked up at
admiringly their mentor. Chris mad no attempt to disguise the lipstick kiss
placed squarely on his bulging jock. Joe could not conceal his obscenely
painted lips.

"Gentlemen!" He boomed. "This is our ballboy for the afternoon. You will
discover..." he paused for effect, "He is very good at handling balls..."

Joe hung his head in shame.



To be continued

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