It would be Rusty's first time on the rack. He'd participated before in giving other guys the punishment, but he never thought he'd one day be put on the rack himself. If only he'd have made the interception Saturday they wouldn't be strangling his wrists with the coarse brown ropes now, the ropes that reminded Rusty of hangmen's nooses. They might as well have been nooses for the guys were going to hang him – not by the neck, but by the wrists.
The locker room was dimly lit, like a dungeon. The heavy humid air smelled mostly of sweat and the medicinal scent of the powder pit the pit where the athletes at Sutton High painted their feet with tuffskin pounded their feet in the powder like incensed bulls in the ring then tugged on their black football shoes, the shoes they only wore for games. Coach Long allowed shoes only for games. At all other times the boys of Sutton High, the athletes, for every boy in the school was an athlete went barefooted. They rock climbed the treacherous bluffs above Sutton barefooted. They ran miles every day up and down roads of sharp pebbles and gravel barefooted. They wore shoes only as part of the required uniform for competition in such sports as football and basketball. Track and cross-country they ran shoeless. At all other times, any Sutton boy caught with shoes on would be skinned alive. Coach Long insisted that his athletes have tough feet. Rusty wondered whether one day the coach would have them all dancing on broken Coke battles.
"OK, haul him up," said one of Rusty's teammates, and Rusty felt the ropes jerk. His arms flew upward, nearly yanked out of their shoulder sockets. Suddenly he found himself hanging from the isometric rack. He wasn't completely suspended. He stood on tiptoe. But his shoulders were already aching, and he felt vulnerable. His balls hung there waiting to be popped. He prayed that the guys didn't get too carried away today and sock him in the nuts.
Coach Long came out of his office. The former pro football player and pro wrestler was as naked as all the rest of the guys in the locker room, as naked as Rusty himself not a stitch on. The coach looked seven feet tall and as muscular as King Kong, and the coach was hairy hairy chest, hairy belly, a bush of brown-gold hair around his cock. The coach's cock swung like a big salami as he walked, and his ball-sac was bigger than his fist. When Rusty saw the set of big sex organs, he winced. Coach Long was proud of his stud organs too proud. Rusty knew that Coach Long hated him, hated him because his own cock and balls were even bigger than the coach's.
The half-dozen boys leapt aside as the big coach lumbered through their midst. The coach had that wicked smile on his face, the mean grin that all the boys feared. He planted himself in front of Rusty, hands on hips, and looked down at him.
"Well, well, what have we here? Linx is it?" Rusty's last name was Lennox, but the coach had given him the name Linx.
"Yes sir," Rusty said. The ropes were cutting into his wrists. He was stretched out so long he could hardly breathe.
The coach glanced down at Rusty's cock. He maintained his mean grin, but Rusty could sense a scowl behind the facade. He looked Rusty right in the eyes.
"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.
The pinned girl struggled, hammering the boy's ass with her heels, clawing at his back, but the boy hung on, fucking harder and harder. Juice ran out of the girl's cunt, making the concrete under her ass turn dark as if stained.
The other girl on the concrete, the one getting throat-fucked, struggled and gagged. Her throat muscles worked fiercely. The boy riding her face screwed his skinny ass in circles. He groaned loud, mashing his bells to her chin.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, yeah! Take it, baby! OW Christ!" His ass vibrated. The girl gurgled, groaning. She swallowed fast. Thick white jism leaked from the corner of her mouth and oozed down her stuffed cheek. The stud's cum overflowed her mouth. The boy humped, driving his spurting cock down her juicy gagging throat.
"Give it to her!" Coach Long growled. "Drown the bitch!"
"Yeah, give it to her," moaned the other boy fucking the girl on the concrete, and at that moment he himself shot his cum. "Ahhhhhhhh!" he bellowed. "Christ!" Cum bubbled out of his girl's own, juicing her bottom and asshole lubricating the concrete under her ass.
The orgasms of the two boys on the floor seemed to stimulate the other fucking studs. Coach Long grunted, the girl in the powder pit gagged, and Coach Long's cum shot down her throat and dripped from her lips into the powder. Todd humped a few more times at the girl's upturned ass and let out a gasp, squirting his cum up the girl's cunt. The two boys on the benches came simultaneously, moaning deliriously as they pumped their jism into the two girls under them, one boy filling an asshole, the other flooding a cunt. The last boy, the one who had hung his girl by the wrists to the locker door, shot off against the girl's legs while he kneeled and sucked on her cunt. That girl, the one getting her cunt sucked, was the only girl who hadn't complained. Instead, she wriggled her long body and rolled her eyes. All at once she shuddered, sighing loudly, and Rusty could tell that she was coming.
Rusty couldn't stand watching anymore. His mouth opened wide and he cried out, half screaming, half moaning. His prick felt like it had grown to the size of his arm, and it felt like all the hot chicks in the world were licking at it a billion wriggling female tongues running up and down it. His balls ached like they never had before. They'd bloated up like balloons, and they were ready to explode.
The panting guys turned toward him as they crawled off their girls.
"I wanna fuck! Gotta fuck!" Rusty cried. "Oh, shit! Oh, man!" He wriggled like crazy, hanging by the arms, thrusting his aching loins, humping into the humid locker room air as if it were a warm wet cunt. The harder he squirmed, the harder the ropes cut into his wrists, but he didn't care, didn't care if he ripped his hands right off. He'd never been so horny. He didn't care about anything but coming. He couldn't stand the itching inside his cock anymore.
Coach Long laughed. "You shoulda wanted to intercept that pass as much as you wanna fuck Linx."
"Please, Coach!" Rusty whimpered. "I learned my lesson. Let me at 'em, Coach. Oh, please!"
As Rusty said those words he realized how stupid he was sounding, and he realized how dangerous his words were. Nobody talked to Coach Long like that. Nobody begged Coach Long for anything. Coach Long talked, gave the orders, asked the questions, and you listened carefully to each of his words, you snapped to attention and did what he commanded, you answered yes sir or no sir.
For a moment, the room went silent. For a moment, Rusty even forgot his cock. He got ready to die. Coach Long was sure to use his balls for a punching bag until he passed out. Then the coach would cut off his cock, silt his throat, and throw him to the dogs. Rusty had never been more sure of anything. He dropped his chin to his chest, wishing he were dead already.
Coach Long guffawed. "So donkey dick wants some cunt. So donkey dick thinks he's learned his lesson." He paused looking around at the wide eyed boys. "Well then, lets give donkey dick what he wants."
Rusty couldn't believe what he was hearing. From hell to heaven in one second. He couldn't believe it. His prick danced. He thought he could hear the ten-inch monster barking like an excited dog.
Coach Long pointed to the girl on the noose in the powder pit. "Cut her loose," he said, and the boys freed her.
Rusty's cock banged his belly. His nuts did flips in his bulging sac. He could already feel the girl's hot cunt wrapped around his cock. They'd pick her up and impale her on his cock, and he'd blast off and blow her head off. Spit ran out of his mouth and dripped from his chin.
"Cunt!" he muttered. "Hot cunt!"
"Bend her in two," the coach said. "Donkey dick wants cunt, so that's just what he's gonna get."
The boys forced the girl's head down to her knees, turning her into a big ripe waving cunt. She'd be extra-tight that way, Rusty knew. He groaned, waiting for his buddies to pick her up and shove her right down on his cock. His cock felt as big as a fence post.
The boys picked her up, bringing her red dripping cunt toward him. Rusty was so excited he thought he might pass out. His balls were crackling inside as if each contained a pack of exploding firecrackers. The boys raised the folded girl, ready to ram her down on Rusty's cock.
"Higher," Coach Long said. "Shove the bitch's ass in his mouth. Donkey dick is gonna suck her ass until she comes. Then he's gonna suck off these other five bitches. I don't care if it takes all night."
Before Rusty could fully comprehend what the coach had said, he found his nose buried between the girl's hot ass cheeks, found his mouth filled with dripping slabs of cunt. He could hear Coach Long and the boys laughing. He could hear the bitches cheer. He could hear the bitch whose cunt was smothering him beginning to cum. Damn that bitch! He ought to bite her cunt lips right off and spit them out, but there was nothing to do except suck and lick until she blew off. He knew that, if need be, the coach would have him here sucking cunt until his hair turned from blond to gray. So he sucked.
The girl's cunt stank with cunt juice. The juices ran out of her like water out of a spring in the woods, ran out of her cunt and out of her asshole.
"Suck that bitch," Coach Long said, laughing, and all the guys laughed with him. Rusty hated the guys for laughing at him, but he knew that if he was in their place he'd be laughing too.
The bitch's ass was as ripe and hot as a sow's ass in heat. Her entire ass and cunt were throbbing red. As Rusty drilled his tongue up her cunt, she squealed like a ripe young sow getting an old boar's red prick cork screwed into her. Rusty gnawed into her pussy slabs, pistoned his tongue in and out of her fucked his nose into her asshole. The bitch was close already. He sucked hard, trying to suck her inside out, the bitch cried out and spasmed, her cunt slabs quivering and flapping like a pair of meaty wings. As she came, her cunt gushed. Hot pussy juice and jism filled Rusty's mouth, waterfalled over his chin and down his chest and belly. He tried to spit it out, but couldn't help swallowing half of it.
When the bitch had cooled down and stopped her gibbering, the boys threw her back into, the powder pit where she lay panting and cooing in a cloud of white powder. Before Rusty had time to catch his breath his buddies had another bitch's wiry-bushed cunt plastered to his face, nearly scouring the skin off his nose and cheeks. Rusty began eating out the bitch immediately.
It seemed like hours later that Rusty was licking out the last girl's pussy. His face was sore his tongue ached. He had a bellyful of cunt juice. Strangely, however, his prick was still up and waving now more excited than ever. He was suddenly really liking this pussy eating. In fact, he was beginning to regret that this pussy was his last. As he sucked out her cunt, he imagined himself sucking out the cunts of all the girls at Sutton High. The thought made his cock nearly split down the middle. His balls nearly jumped out of their sac.
The girl squealed, squirting pussy juice and jism out of here cunt and asshole. Her entire crotch throbbed and sucked.
Rusty sucked furiously. He humped blindly at the humid locker room air. All at once the heavy air felt to Rusty like a real cunt. It seemed to tighten around his pistoning, pulsating prick like a warm, wet mouth. Hot pokers of pleasure shot through his prick. His balls inflated and contracted. He shot off into the air.
"Jesus Christ!" gasped Coach Long. And all the guys muttered Goddamns, shits, and wows, dropping the girl and backing off.
Rusty dangled from the isometrics rack, his long body quivering like sprung bow as he blasted his jism high into the air. He machine gunned Coach Long and all the guys. Some of the bitches got pelted, and a few wads of cum thudded against the metal lockers six feet away and hung on the olive colored locker doors like glistening gobs of spit.
Rusty laughed as he shot. He'd never felt so good. He thought he would never stop coming, and he didn't want to. He let go and fired, letting his body jerk as it would. Then all went dark.
When he woke up, the football team was in the locker room dressing for practice. Rusty felt exhausted.
He wanted to sleep. He felt empty, all fucked out. For a few moments he wondered how he'd gotten to the locker room from study hall.
His wrists twinged with soreness, and he remembered – he'd missed study hall today. Instead, he'd hung from the rack.