Date: Sun, 08 Jul 2001 17:15:44 -0400 From: Joes head2 Subject: BallBoy Part 7 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. Comments appreciated! Recap; Pt 1-6 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. Where we left off in Part 6: 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 made 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. Ball Boy Part 7 It didn't take long for the young athletes to connect the obvious, hideous dot between the marking on Chris's jock pouch to Joe's garishly painted red lips. The casual air of the clubhouse grew tense and quiet as each of the guys allowed their stares to travel between Joe's face and Chris's crotch. The usual scuttlebutt of locker room banter was muffled. The AAA ballplayers were clearly caught off guard. "Our little ballboy here," Chris placed his hand on Joe's shoulder and gripped it firmly. "Will be taking care of us real good today." He squeezed Joe's shoulder, reached down and cupped his jockpouch and winked at the group. "Won't you?" "Yes sir." Joe moaned as he meekly scanned the room. Six guys sat around the clubhouse, in various states of undress. Joe couldn't help but to notice that they were all very attractive, and most of them not much older than him. His eyes bounced around the symphony of semi-nude men, careful not to look directly into anyone's eyes. He could feel the stares and slowly, he began to hear the snickers and the whispers. His cock stirred making the loose fabric of his dance for the audience. "Go get the equipment ballboy," Chris spoke firmly and pushed Joe backward, causing him to stumble and fall. As he scrambled to gain balance, he became aware of the gaping stares; his cock and balls were completely exposed! His legs splayed open, his manhood had fallen from the meager confines of his shorts. A quiet gasp in the room was quickly replaced with laughter. Joe quickly stood back up and hustled to the equipment room. Joe choked back his emotions as he gathered the bats for practice. He wasn't sure why Chris was doing this to him. His world was turning upside down. This shouldn't be happening. In a little more than 24 hours, he had turned from being an aspiring professional athlete to a pathetic cocksucker - and there was seemingly no end in sight. What was perhaps the most jarring to Joe, was that on some deep, inner level, he was actually enjoying it. He shuddered as the acceptance of his circumstances became clear. Joe grabbed an armful of bats and walked briskly through the clubhouse to the field. As he passed the young athletes, Joe was barraged by a series of catcalls, whistles and mock kisses. His face turned bright crimson as he hastened his pace. As the door slammed behind him, he could hear the roars of laughter. Joe knew they were laughing at him. The Sunday afternoon sun was burning bright on the field. Joe wished that he had a shirt on, his fair skin would surely not survive long without burning. He dutifully lined the bats up behind the on deck circle and then waited for the players to take the field in the dugout. With Chris in the lead, the ballplayers trotted through the dugout onto the field - each of them eyeing Joe with a mischievous, almost sinister expression. Joe stared at them with envy. These guys had it made. They were on their way to super-stardom. Each one of them possessed all the standard baseball player attributes: bulging thighs, broad chests, massive forearms and sleeve busting biceps. In a lust-lorn daze, Joe gaped at their beefy, bubble butts as they tossed practice grounders to each other in the infield. He watched as their sinewy bodies moved gracefully, their powerful muscles stretching through their tight uniforms. This exact trance had played itself out over and over for Joe, mentally mapping the curves and bulges of ballplayers. Joe could never reconcile his fascination with baseball players, he just knew that he wanted to be near them. And now, his cock twitched as he watched Chris tossing the ball. There was no doubt in Joe's mind that he would do anything for the man. He worshipped him. Joe sat idly in the dugout, shirtless, wearing lipstick and studied his hero on the field. Chris moved like an animal in the wild - his muscles rolling and ripping with every motion. Joe's eyes could not leave the subtle lines of his compression shorts, the telltale designation of jock straps, the unmistakable crotch mound. He was mesmerized. All he could think of was the next opportunity he would have to please, to serve him. "Hey!" Chris snapped his finger at Joe, snapping him from his daydream. "Get out there on the field and start shagging ballboy." He pointed to center field and gestured for Joe to hustle. Joe grabbed a glove and trotted out to deep center. As he ran, he became acutely aware of the effects that Chris's modifications had on his shorts. The material swayed freely, giving the impression that Joe was wearing a skirt! The players stood at the batting cage and chortled at his humiliating predicament. Chris grabbed his crotch, pleased with his handiwork. The players took their turn at bat and Chris coached them on their stance, their swing, and their pitch selection. As they swatted at the balls, Joe ran them down. Their hits went all over the field and Joe ran frantically to catch them. As he ran, his nutbag and dick flopped out freely from his shorts. The obscene sight of a young, college, freshmen jogging with his manhood swinging in the breeze was not unnoticed by the ballplayers and they took great pleasure in alternating their hits from left field to right field, forcing him to run the furthest distance possible between each hit. As he ran down the hits, Chris would yell from home plate; "Faster ballboy! You're gonna have to work harder for our balls!" The lurid insult was always followed by a gaggle of laughter as the AAA players grabbed their crotches and whistled at Joe. Joe tried to mask his humiliation with an increased effort in fielding, but he could not escape the intense embarrassment of the situation. He was not sure what, if anything, Chris had said to these guys - but he was absolutely certain that they were clearly enjoying his humiliation. Two hours later, the batting practice ended. Joe trotted around the warning track gathering the last of the stray balls as the players piled off the field and headed to the clubhouse. Joe's body was completely covered in sweat. He could feel the new sunburn on his skin. Chris remained in the shade of the dugout, watching Joe closely from behind the safety of mirrored sunglasses. He sat on the bench, his thighs spread wide, his hands suggestively cupping his crotch. Joe walked to the dugout, carrying the fishnet bag filled with baseballs. "C'mere." Chris barked. Joe involuntarily edged closer to Chris. "Closer. Stand here between my thighs..." Joe did as he was told. Chris massaged his crotch with steady, practiced strokes. The mask of mirrored glasses gave Joe no indication of what Chris was thinking. "You're a handsome young fucker, you know that?" Chris spoke softly, a slight tone of flattery in his voice. "Thank you sir." Joe was taken off guard by his softening, but deeply, deeply honored by the compliment. "Show me that dick..." Chris growled. Joe looked around suddenly very self-consciously. "Here?" Joe gasped. "Yeah. Here." Chris curled his fingers around a noticeably growing bulge. "It's just you and me...No one will see. I promise." Slowly, Chris brought his fingers up to the tab on his fly and tugged it. C'mon ballboy, show me what you got." Joe hooked his thumbs into the elastic waistband of his shorts and tugged the front down, hooking it under his sack. Chris smiled a big smile as he inspected Joe's pint sized cock. He unzipped the fly of his tight uniform and slid his fingers in. Joe stared down at his fingers and felt the blood beginning to rush into his cock. "That as big as it gets?" Chris's voice trailed with a condescending disappointment. "It grows when it gets hard." Joe stammered as life began to stir in his loins. "Let's see." Chris sat up straight and leaned forward to Joe's cock. "Show me how big that little pud gets. Jack it for me." Chris licked his lips obscenely. Joe reached down and wrapped his fingers around his semi hard cock and began to massage it. Below him, Chris peeled the flaps of his uniform to the sides, exposing his jock strap. As Joe slow jacked his cock inches away from Chris's face, Chris unbuttoned his shirt allowing a full view of his broad, hairy chest. Joe's cock grew quickly to its full firm length of 5 inches; precum drooled from the tip as he watched Chris pull his jockstrap waistband away from his taught abs. "Nice." Chris purred. "You have a little boy dick..." He reached into his jockstrap and began knuckling his thickening shaft. Joe stared at the shadows of Chris's fingers and began stroking his cock in earnest. He could not believe that his hero was actually getting off on him! "Jack it harder ballboy - just like you were doing in the equipment room...Put on a nice show for me!" Joe fisted his prick like a preteen - his hand moving faster and faster, his arm muscles aching form the effort. Chris stared closely and rubbed his cock in his jockstrap. "Yeah little buddy - fuckin whack that mini-meat!" Chris roared. The heat that Joe felt was intense - he could hardly believe what was happening. Here in the dugout, he was stroking his meat in front of the baseball stud of his dreams and fantasies, and he was coaching him on! He felt his nuts begin to draw up, his cock was hard as steel. His knees began to shake. "I'm gonna cum sir!" Joe squealed. "No! Not yet!" Joe grabbed his hand and jerked it away firmly. "They'll be plenty of time for that later." He stared at Joe's cock - blood engorged, inflamed and throbbing. Chris grinned. He tucked his thumbs into Joe's shorts, pulled them away from under Joe's nuts and slid them back up to Joe's waist. He smoothed the fabric around Joe's tented shorts and flicked his finger at the tip. A quarter sized wet spot oozed through the mesh. "Perfect." He mused. Joe's heart pounded - pulled from the peak of orgasm, his head spun. He watched as Chris zipped up his fly and buttoned his shirt. He was suddenly confused and definitely frustrated. "We better get cleaned up and go somewhere more private." Chris patted his mound "Grab the bats and balls, let's head to the clubhouse." Joe stared down at his shorts - his unforgiving hardon had tented it in a very obvious manner. As embarrassing as it was, he was somehow caught up in the lust of the moment - of the promise of being closer to Chris later on. He grabbed the bats and balls and followed Chris through the tunnel to the clubhouse. 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. To be continued Comments welcome!