Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2001 13:52:18 -0400
From: Joes head2 <joeshead2@hotmail.com>
Subject: ball boy part 8

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
may not copy or transmit it in any way except in it's entirety and with this
disclaimer.

A note to readers who have been following the Ball Boy series:

Thanks to all of you for your comments and compliments. I'm sorry for the
unexpected pause in the story - I was sidelined with poison ivy. Had it all
over my hands, and well...writing this type of story is hard enough!
I've had many requests to beef up the sex. I will do my best, but this tale
isn't so much about sex as it is submission, control and surrender. The
story of Joe is one that rests deep in the imagination, the fantasy. His
plight is not one of sex, but of discovery and a dismantling of self-esteem.

Comments appreciated!



Recap; Pt 1-7
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.  Between Chris and Kevin, Joe's life begins to unravel as both
men plan to dismantle his self-esteem. Chris manipulates Joe into joining
him at the ballpark where his cruel plan to humiliate and use is in full
swing.

Where we left off:

As they neared the door, Chris turned around to face Joe. He reached down
and grabbed Joe's cock and tugged at his boner through the slimy mesh
shorts.

"Oh yeah," he spoke through a grin. "I made a little bet with the AAA guys -
I bet them that you'd pop wood in the clubhouse once you saw them bareassed.
If I win, they each pay me $50 bucks and you suck them all off. If I lose, I
pay them each $50 bucks." He jerked on Joe's throbbing hardon. "Looks like
I'm gonna win cocksucker." He laughed low. "I hope you're hungry!"

Chris opened the door to the clubhouse and pushed Joe into the room.




Ball Boy Part 8

Joe stumbled into the clubhouse, and stood awkwardly shaking in front of the
players. He scanned the room quickly. The AAA athletes were scattered about
the room, drinking beer and bullshitting. Most of them were naked, or still
in their jockstraps. The room smelled of man sweat and beer, heady and
musty. The sudden silence in the room was deafening. All eyes sized him up,
paying particular note to the very obvious tent in his shorts. As they
scratched idly at their pubes, Joe hung his head. Facing the ballplayers was
just too humiliating.

"Gentlemen," Chris paused and grabbed Joe's shorts tight from the rear. "I
believe I've won out little wager!" The tugging on Joe's shorts pulled the
flimsy mesh fabric even tighter around Joe's shorts, further enhancing his
obvious boner. With his grip tight, he pushed him closer to the men. "I
think our little ball boy likes what he sees..."

"Dammit!" groaned one of the younger players. "I told you he was a fuckn'
queer." His words stung Joe.

"Tell them you like what you see ball boy." Chris leaned in to Joe's ear and
grunted, then pushed his knuckles deep into Joe's ass crack. "Go on... tell
them how their naked bodies turn you on..."

"I like what I see...sir." Joe mumbled to the floor, barely above a whisper.
His boner continued to rage. He clenched the bats tightly in his arms and
bit his bottom lip. Chris released his grip from the rear of Joe's shorts,
reached around the front and tugged the material up quickly, exposing Joe's
drooling hardon. The eyes of the young athletes widened as Joe's cock
throbbed. As their eyes bounced from Joe's boner to the tortured expression
on his face, their own cocks began to twitch involuntarily.

"I think they can see that ball boy..." Chris yanked on his shorts, forcing
Joe's raging cock to dance up and down obscenely. The blatant act broke
whatever tension there was in the locker room. Joe listened as they chuckled
at his embarrassment. "Real athletes know a cocksucker when they see one,
don't you guys?"

There was a collective "hell yeah!" in the clubhouse. Joe looked up at the
AAA ballplayers and attempted an expression of relaxed amusement, but
instead - his eyes revealed fear, shame. All eyes were on Joe. As he scanned
their faces, Joe recognized the collective lust, the kind of hunger that
overtakes athletes after a hard workout and a few beers. The adrenaline
drive alone had pumped them up so much, that the absurdity of the situation
had separated them from right and wrong. To them, Joe was an easy target,
and Chris was offering him up for their use, their abuse. The offer was just
too kinky, too perverse to turn down. They were beyond rationale - their
lust over the very suggestion of what was about to happen, had overtaken
them. Joe watched in dismay as they mindlessly tugged on their steadily
growing cocks. Their hard, steely stares revealed a primal, frat-like,
animal instinct. Joe could feel the danger, the demand in their hunger.

Chris gave Joe a forceful shove, causing him to lose balance and fall to his
knees. The bats rolled from his grip and went sliding around the clubhouse
floor. His attempts to stand were cut short. Before he could move, Chris had
both hands firmly planted on his shoulders, holding him down on his knees.

"Now gentlemen," Chris spoke as a coach, a leader, as the ballplayers
mentally licked their lips. "Our ball boy here is going to hold up my part
of the bet." Reaching up, he grabbed Joe's jaw and cupped it in his palm.
With his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed Joe's lips, forcing his painted
lips into a twisted kiss like gesture. "Look at these purty lips - just
waiting for you..." Joe laughed aloud. "C'mon guys - don't be shy...gather
round."

The minor league players moved from their benches and drew a semi circle
around Joe. Their wide eyes and steadily growing fat cocks revealed their
heated desire to fuck the college kid's mouth. As Chris held him down
firmly, Joe began to quiver. He was being offered up like a whore to these
guys and there was nothing he could do about it. Chris continued to force
Joe's painted lips into a kissing motion as the players stared down at him
and listened to Chris's hypnotic, lewd suggestions.

"This queer piece of shit love's the taste of ballplayer dick..." He yanked
Joe's head up and forced him to stare into the eyes of the horny men above
him. "Dontcha?"

"Yes sir" Joe groaned.

"Yes sir what?"

"I love the taste of ballplayer dick, sir." Joe's voice cracked. His throat
was dry. All sense of honor and dignity disappeared. The minor league
players gave each other inhibited, but victorious glances. The college kid's
admission was all the invitation they needed. One, by one, they began to
kneed their semi hard cocks.

"Now tell me what you want to do for my friends here ball boy." Chris
grinned; his control over the kid was a source of great amusement for him.

"I want to suck their cocks sir." he mumbled. Joe watched helplessly as the
minor leaguers closed their circle around him tightly. They mindlessly
tugged their cocks, slowly stroking. The bet had taken on a life of its own,
and each of them was now more than ready to have their knob polished by the
helpless college kid. Before Joe knew what was happening, 6 raging, hard
boners surrounded him. He could hear their breathing, heavy and irregular.
He could smell their crotch sweat. Joe's head spun as he stared at the
carnival of cock. 6 glistening, angry prick-eyes were aimed at him from
every direction. Joe's eyes darted back and forth, mentally cataloguing the
meat feast in front of him. Part of him was drowning in shame, but his
desire was reigning rule. He unconsciously licked his lips as he marveled at
the beads of precum that were beginning to drool all around him.

The sexual tension in the clubhouse was reaching a fever pitch. The AAA
players were ready for their kill.

"Who's first?" Chris challenged.

"Lemme at him." barked Clark, a southpaw from Minnesota. Joe stared up at
the lean, fair skinned ballplayer. Stemming from a thick forest of
strawberry blonde pubes, his cock was easily 9 inches long. "I'll give the
pussy some dick." The others cheered him on as he stepped forward and aimed
his dick at Joe's mouth. "C'mon queer." He jabbed Joe's lips with his slimy
cockhead. "Suck my fucking dick!" Joe stared at the fat slab of meat in
front of him and surrendered to his own lust. He opened his mouth and
swallowed the cock. As the other players drew closer to watch the beginning
of Joe's humiliation, Chris grabbed Brian's hand and placed it behind Joe's
head and encouraged him to push from behind. The assault on Joe's mouth had
begun in earnest. Chris stood back and watched the young players have their
way with his new toy. He smiled in accomplishment and let out a low chuckle.
His work was done. He walked past the new fraternity of pent-up cum and
retreated to the trainer's office. There were other, more important things
to do.

Clark jammed his cock deep into Joe's throat over and over while his
teammates jacked their cock's inches away from the teen's face. Together
they grunted their encouragement - "Yeah suck it you fuckin homo!" "Eat that
dick! Eat that dick!" They chanted as they watched in wide-eyed amazement
while Joe swallowed Clark's humoungous cock like a pro. Clark grabbed Joe's
ears and began ramming his fuckstick in earnest - He could feel the seed in
his nutsack begin to churn and wanted the cocksucker to work harder. "You
want my fuckn babymakers faggot???" he grunted.

Joe made a feeble attempt to nod only to feel Clark's cock lodge even deeper
down his throat. Brian shoved the helpless teen tight to his buddy's crotch
- pushing his nose deep into the musk of his thick pubic mane. "Yeah take it
all faggot!" Clark groaned, feeling his head lodge deep into Joe's throat.
Joe's head trembled; tears began to well in his eyes. And then it happened.
Joe could barely feel the first torrent of cum exploding down his throat. He
felt Clark's whole body tremble. He could feel his tormentor's knees buckle
and felt the muscles of his cock flex in his mouth.

"OH FUCK!" Clark groaned "I'm fucking feeding the cocksucker my cum!" Joe
began to feel his mouth fill with Clark's nut milk. He couldn't really taste
it, but he could feel it occupy every vacant crevice in his mouth. Joe
gagged reflexively, and attempted to swallow the flood of cum. "Take it all
QUEER!" growled Brian, pressing Joe tight against Clark's crotch. The other
players stared in amazement, in lust, as Joe's Adam's apple bobbed up and
down in machine like movement.

"Holy fuck!" Clark moaned as his upper body shook and his chest muscles
heaved. "This piece of queershit has one hot fucking mouth!" He looked
around at his teammates and grinned. They patted him fraternally on the
shoulders as he withdrew his engorged cock. The retreat made an obscene
"plop" sound. Cum drooled liberally from Joe's mouth. "Check it out
Jose'...fuckn rape his mouth - it's wild!" Clark took a step backward,
grabbed the elbow of his teammate and guided him into position.

Jose', the youngest of the bunch, was by no means the smallest. His body was
a perfectly chiseled mass of muscles. Pure, 100% beef. He hailed from Cuba,
and while his English was limited - his body language was universal. He
stood inches away from Joe, his massive legs spread wide, anchoring him.
With his thumb and index finger, he waved his fat, 8-inch cock teasingly at
Joe. Jose' had no words for the queerboy beneath him - there was no need for
conversation. He began to pistol whip Joe in the face - smearing his precum
lewdly all over Joe's face. Joe instinctively opened his mouth and waited.
The other players jerked their cocks wildly as they watched the silent giant
humiliate the young college homo. Joe stared up at Jose's massive pecs and
then felt his thick manshaft slide into his mouth.

Clark relieved Brian's duties from behind Joe. With his palm now resting on
the back of Joe's head, he leaned over and whispered in his ear... "We're
just getting warmed up faggot...I hope you're nice n thirsty..." With that,
Clark shoved Joe's mouth hard and deep onto Jose's cock, the action causing
Joe to choke. The minor leaguers all laughed loudly at the sound of him
gasping for air. Jose's eyes open wide as he stared down at Joe. They were
filled with angry lust and contempt. He began to thrust his prickmeat
rhythmically in and out, in and out of Joe's mouth. He shut his eyes and let
his mind believe that Joe was a sexy, dark skinned Cuban woman. He was
fucking Joe's mouth, but in his head, he was far, far away - planting his
cock in a tight, warm pussy. He rocked his thick meat back and forth,
ignoring the envious eyes of all those around him.

Unlike Clark, Jose' took his time. He hadn't shot a load in 2 or 3 days and
was more than happy to take full advantage of Joe. The other players jerked
wildly as they watched him pump unforgivingly. Joe just sucked and sucked.
It was the only thing he could do. The oral assailing went on and on, Jose'
never changing his rhythm, never slowing. Each thrust punched deep into
Joe's throat. Each thrust brought the players around him closer and closer
to their own orgasm. The sexual display had all witnesses breathing hard.
Saliva and precum drained regularly from Joe's mouth.

Suddenly, Jose' picked up his pace. His thrusts now had anger and purpose.
All eyes opened wider as they watched Jose' clamp around Joe's ears. Joe
stared at Jose's dark-skinned, hairy, balls and amazed at how tightly they
were drawing up around the shaft. He knew Jose' was close.
"ARGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" Jose' grunted, followed by a string of foreign words
that Joe could not recall from high school Spanish. Then it came: a volcanic
eruption of Cuban manspew that instantly flooded and overpowered Joe's
mouth. As Jose's massive body shook, his fresh batch spilled obscenely from
the corners of Joe's mouth. Joe swallowed as much as he could, but the
attempt was futile. Jose' had easily deposited what seemed like a full pint
of cum in his mouth. A torrent of white pearl jam had gushed from his mouth
onto his chest, oozing slowly down into his bush. A silence fell upon the
other players as they gazed in amazement at the power and intensity of
Jose's climax.

"Home Run Amigo...Damn...!" grunted Jason as he patted Jose' playfully on
the ass. Jose' pulled his slime covered cock from Joe's mouth and shook the
excess sex juice all over the college kid's face. He stared down at Joe. The
expression was filled with disgust, with confusion, with satisfaction. The
exchange filled Joe with shame, but as he let his eyes drop from Jose's eyes
back down to his cock, he admitted silently to himself that he wanted more
of Jose's cock. He would do it all over again. Anywhere, anytime.

Before Joe could even ponder the opportunity of Jose's cock another second;
Jason has stepped in place in front of him. The center fielder from Virginia
was big - everywhere. Standing over 6'3", he towered over most of his
teammates. With his hands on his hips, and his thick 8 1/2" cock waving back
and forth in front of Joe's face, he grinned through his dark brown goatee.

"Batter up queerboy.." he teased. Joe leaned forward with his tongue
wagging, only to Have Jason pull back. Joe looked up at him. Jason was
enjoying this. "You want it faggot?"

"Yes." Joe surrendered.

"Tell me how bad..." Jason enjoyed his newfound power. 3rd in line for the
cocksucker - he wanted to have some fun.

"Real bad. Real bad." Joe's voice had a tremble - he struggled to block
himself from hearing his own words. The truth, however, is that he did want
it. He stared at Jason's cock wagging in front of him and all he could think
of was wrapping his lips around it. He did want it bad.

"Do anything for it???" Jason stared down at the college kid, covered in
cum; lipstick smeared lewdly all over his mouth.

"Yes." Joe pleaded. "Anything."

"Tell my buddies here that you live for my cock..." He grabbed his cock by
the base and placed the tip on Joe's nose.

"I live for your cock." Joe stared cross-eyed at the fat piece of manslab
resting on his nose.

"And you want my babies in your belly - don't you?" He rubbed his cock up
and down on Joe's nose.

"Yes. I want your babies in my belly."

"Kiss it faggot" Jason purred. Joe eased forward to kiss Jason's piss slit.
Jason once again, pulled it back.

"Say please."

"Please let me kiss your cock." Joe was now so hungry for Jason's dick; he
was oblivious to the chuckling from all sides. The other players were
enjoying his suffering.

"Good boy" Jason spoke condescendingly. He leaned forward and placed his
dick tip on Joe's cum/lipstick coated lips. "There. Kiss it. Kiss it like
you mean it." So Joe kissed. He kissed like a teenager kissing for the very
first time - with passion, with desire, with tender eagerness. His kiss was
to last but a second however. Before long, Jason's cock was deeply launched
into his throat. The cocksucking session had begun in earnest.

"Suck it queer... Suck it queer... Suck it queer... Suck it queer..."
chanted Jason over and over as Joe worked feverishly on the ballplayer's
cock. Unlike Jose's rhythmic thrusts, Jason paused periodically, withdrawing
his cock and commanding Joe to lick his balls. "Check it out guys..." He'd
gloat, "He really is a ball boy!" The others chortled as the watched Joe lap
hungrily at Jason's nuts.

"Fucking fag's licking my sweaty nuts..." he boasted, more for himself that
the others. Jason liked the sudden power he had over the kid. He jerked on
his cock as he inspected Joe worshipping his balls. The sight was just too
much for him. The gentle tongue strokes on his sack were driving his cum
motor into high gear. His fist clamped tightly around his prick, he pushed
Joe's head away from his crotch and held it firmly in one hand as he gave
his cock one last jerk. Joe had no time to react when the first sticky white
rope arced onto his face. It was followed by a second. Then a third. Joe's
face and hair was quickly coated with the ballplayer's cum. The other
players groaned in amused approval as they watched their buddy give the
cocksucker a sperm facial. Jason's body jerked back, his six pack abs
rippled like waves as the last blast shot squarely into Joe's eye. His eye
began to sting instantly and he reached up to wipe it clear.

"Fucking queer..." Jason slapped Joe's hand down. "I've fucking tagged you.
Now wear it." Jason stepped back and motioned for Roger to take his
position. "Your turn buddy - I warmed him up good for ya..."

Roger wasted no time. Back in Texas, he had plenty of queers hungry for his
dick - this scene wasn't much different than the gangbangs he and his
teammates at home had played out with the town faggots in the woods. He
lumbered into place and without missing a step, grabbed Joe by the back of
the head and instantly impaled him. He pushed his fat, bulbous head far back
into Joe's mouth until he felt the familiar throat muscles clamp around the
crown and sighed. "Yeah. Nice. Just like that...Fucking throat me pussy."
Joe looked up and attempted a plea for sympathy with his one good eye. The
brawny Texan would have none of it. He loved the feeling of a throat
stretched tight around his knob. Joe struggled for air through the cum
blocking his nostrils. Fear enveloped him. He couldn't breath! His face
began to turn red. Precious seconds ticked away as Rogers hands shook and
then, without warning, Joe felt the warm spew sliding down his throat like
maple syrup. He couldn't breath. He couldn't swallow. He began to see white
spots. Joe's body began to shake. He was convulsing.

"Yeah..." Roger growled. He had thrust his cock deep into Joe's throat only
once. The tight clamp and flex of the cocksucker's esophagus was just what
he needed to pop his nut. His teammates stared in amazement. As he pulled
out his cock, Joe began to gasp for air, choking and spitting. He doubled
over, his face near the floor. Roger stared down in amusement. The sight was
familiar to him. He knew that cum had been safely planted deep down into the
queer's throat. Roger took his foot and jammed it on top of Joe's head,
mashing his face into the rough carpet below. "That's where you belong
faggot..."

BJ and Mark stood on both sides of Joe. The last of the 6 players eyed each
other as they watched Roger grinding the kid into the carpet. Without
uttering a word, they read each other's minds. Mark reached down and yanked
Joe by the hair back to his kneeling position. He and BJ closed in on the
kid, aiming their cocks at his face simultaneously. Joe had no strength to
resist. He had barely caught his breath before both players began to jab
both their pricks into his mouth.

"That enough dick for ya queerboy?" Mark chortled. He and BJ high fived each
other as their cocks slid into Joe's mouth and stretched his lips out
widely. The invasion from both sides was more than he could handle, but
neither BJ or Mark would give up so easily. Together the rocked back and
forth in synchronized harmony - Mark pushing in while BJ was pulling out and
vice-versa. They worked like true teammates on Joe's mouth.

"Yeah! Fucking tag team him!!" Boomed Jason as he watched his teammates rape
Joe's mouth simultaneously. The other players cheered them on as they fucked
the teen's face. The sight was so lewd, so obscene, it brought most of them
back to full erection. Together, the ballplayers all jacked their dicks as
they assailed Joe with verbal abuse and rooted BJ and Mark on.

"Oh man..." Clark pulled his cock from Joe's mouth and yanked it furiously.
BJ stared at the stream of manmilk that shot from Clark's raging prick. The
spew planted squarely on Joe's nose and cheek and slid down like candle wax
onto his lips where BJ's cock was still squarely planted.

The sight was enough to dislodge his own hefty load down Joe's throat.
"Fucking faggot - drink my goddamn cum!" BJ growled. Both men shook
involuntarily after their mutual orgasms.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" moaned Brian as he unleashed a second load of cum on
Joe's back. As Clark forced Joe to lick his dick clean, Jose' silently
dumped another dose of Cuban sperm on the teen's head.

As Joe knelt on the floor, dripping in AAA sperm, the clubhouse was silent
except for the heavy breathing of the ballplayers. Roger stepped forward and
grabbed Joe by hair.

"We haven't seen the last of you cocksucker." He grinned and then walked
back over to the cooler of beer. He tossed each of his teammates another
cold beer and Joe listened to the sounds of can tops popping. "Get the fuck
out of here. This room is for ballplayers only you faggot." Roger boomed.

Joe stood, weak on his legs. His knees were sore and his steps were shaky.
He walked from the clubhouse in the direction of the trainer's room.

"Hey ball boy..." BJ stopped him in his tracks. "Aren't you forgetting the
real bats?" The ballplayers all had a hearty laugh. They sat bareassed,
swilled their beers and watched as the degraded college kid, covered in
their cum, scrambled to retrieve the wooden bats around the clubhouse. The
ballplayers air punched each other's fists as he submitted himself even
further.

As Joe scrambled to get away from his tormentors, they shouted insults,
abusing him even further. He heard the laughter of true men, teammates, as
he sheepishly retreated to the equipment room. His mind whirled. He was
nauseous. Joe was not prepared for any of this. He didn't understand why it
was happening. He wished he could somehow rewind the clock, undo this
bizarre mess he had gotten himself into.

He deposited the bats into the room and then with trepidation, headed to the
trainer's room where he expected Chris to be waiting. At the door, he
paused. His desire overruled his fear, his humility. He knocked on the door.

"Get in here." Chris's voice growled. Joe entered the room to find Chris
sitting behind the trainer's desk in just his workout shirt and a jock
strap. His beefy legs were up on the desk, his feet crossed. A cigar dangled
from his mouth. Chris stared at his young subordinate and grinned at the
mess of ballplayer cum that had showered him. "Looks like you had fun." He
taunted.

"Why did you do that to me?" Joe trembled. He knew the question was
pointless. He knew that Chris could do whatever he wanted. Worse still, Joe
knew he would do whatever Chris asked.

"Shut up faggot." Chris pulled his legs up off the desk and lowered them
back to the floor. He slid his chair back against the wall and opened his
thighs wide. "You're mouth is more useful to me when things are going in,
not coming out." He grabbed his crotch and fingered his fat cock through the
mesh pouch. "Get under there." He ordered, then pointed to the small cavity
beneath the desk.

Joe meekly complied, and crawled onto his knees beneath the desk. Chris
sneered down at him, withdrew his huge prick from the side of his jock strap
and then slid his chair back to the desk. "Suck it boy." was all Chris said.
Joe complied, eagerly.

Chris settled into a relaxing blowjob and opened the newspaper on the desk.
Picking up the phone, he dialed the security office. "Jimmy." Chris spoke
into the receiver. "Can you come to the trainer's office for a minute?" He
placed the phone back to its cradle and grinned as he felt the hapless
cocksucker nursing on his meat beneath the desk. "This is too easy..." he
mused to himself.

Moments later, Jimmy O'Brien waddled into the trainer's room to find Chris
reading the paper at the desk.

"Hey Jimmy..." Chris greeted him, still chomping on his cigar.

"What's up Mr. Stone?" He asked. Jimmy was oblivious to the activities
beneath the desk. Joe froze. His mouth was clamped around Chris's cock but
he was suddenly riddled with fear and doubt. He stopped sucking. Chris
kicked him firmly...Joe resumed sucking, slowly with cautious effort

"Nothing special Jimmy. I just wanted to talk, shoot the shit. "Have a
seat." Chris motioned to the chair across from the desk. "How long have you
been widowed now Jimmy?"

"It's been six years now Mr. Stone..." His reply was sullen, but he felt
honored that a pro player of Chris Stone's stature was concerned.

"Jese." Chris spoke with compassion. "That's gotta be rough."

"Yeah. She was a fine lady." Jimmy relaxed in his chair and looked over at
the ballplayer. He recognized the expression on Chris's face.

"You must get pretty lonely I bet eh?" Chris let out a sigh, more from the
gentle stroke of tonsils on his cock than concern for the employee.

"That's for sure, but a guy my age...what are ya gonna do?" He replied, the
words almost rehearsed.

"I suppose." Chris intoned and then locked eyes with the security guard. The
idle chatter of the two men was temporarily stopped as the two men stared
thoughtfully at each other. Chris grinned broadly as the security guard
became aware of Joe's sucking sounds coming from beneath the desk. The quiet
slurping was only further reinforced by the occasional draw of heavy breath
from Chris.

"A guy like yourself must surely need some company sometime." Chris spoke,
his voice almost a grunt, feeling Joe deep throating him below. He winced
slightly at the sudden rush.

"I sure think about it Mr. Stone." The guard, now fully aware of the
circumstances. He watched the newspaper shake as the ballplayer's hands
trembled. The sucking sound pierced his ears. It was a sound he hadn't heard
live in a very long time.
He began to feel a familiar churning in his groin.

"Sometimes a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do..." Chris coached. He
looked over at the Jimmy with a twinkle in his eye. Chris could feel the
sperm churning in his nut sack as the security officer smiled and nodded. He
leaned back and lowered his hand beneath the desk, resting it on Joe's head.
As he guided the teen's mouth up and down, Jimmy stared at the movement, the
flexing of the ballplayers arm.

"Apparently" he chuckled. He stared at Chris as he absorbed the slurping
sounds that punctured the silence of the room. The ballplayer gazed back at
him with a sleepy, almost drugged expression on his face. He watched as
Chris's eyes drew half closed and then listened closely to the low, guttural
groan. There was something profoundly erotic about watching the professional
athlete sharing his climax with him. Jimmy's cock lurched in his tight
polyester uniform.

Like every time before, he knew it was the ball boy beneath the desk.

"I think I know someone that can help you out there Jimmy." Chris spoke,
opening his eyes and grinning sheepishly to the older guard. He sat back up
to the desk and picked up the newspaper.

"Sounds like..." He replied.

"I'll see if I can send someone by to the guard's office. Would that work
for you Jimmy?" Chris questioned.

"Oh yeah." Jimmy stood up. The bulge in his uniform snaked halfway to his
knee. "I think that would be great Mr. Stone." As he walked to the door,
Chris winked at him.

"Consider it done Jimmy."

As the door slammed, Chris rolled the chair away from the desk and looked
down condescendingly at the cocksucker. The sight of him so submissively
groveling below was a source of great pleasure to him. There was no doubt
now that this poor helpless faggot would do anything he asked. He sighed in
great accomplishment, but acknowledged that the game was getting too easy,
much too easy.

"Get the fuck up you miserable queer." He stood up and walked to the door.
Joe scrambled to his feet and looked at his hero. Chris opened the door and
walked out, gesturing Joe to follow him. Like a puppy, Joe stayed fast
behind him. Chris turned to the bathroom area outside the showers and
stopped in his tracks.
The minor league players were now all in the showers and they hooted and
hawed at the college kid. Chris grabbed Joe by the neck and pulled him
forcefully over to a urinal. Joe stared down to see Chris's jockstrap, his
jockstrap, lying in the bottom of the urinal. It was submersed in a puddle
of bright yellow piss.

"Put your uniform on now, and get the fuck out of here." Chris pushed him
into the urinal as the minor leaguers howled in anticipation. Joe pulled his
own shorts down and retrieved the heavily soaked jockstrap from the urine
bath. Trembling, he slid the now very wet and heavy pouch up over his thighs
into place on his waist. Chris, standing with his fists on waist, smiled in
amusement.

"And don't forget to stop by and say thank you to our buddy Jimmy on your
way out." Chris walked back into the clubhouse, amazed at what a pussy the
kid was. The AAA players all rolled in laughter in the shower as the watched
Joe slide his shredded shorts up over the piss soaked jockstrap.

They could laugh. It was their piss.

Joe hung his head and walked slowly to the security office.


To be continued.

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