Date: Thu, 17 Dec 2020 17:25:14 +0000
From: LNightingale@protonmail.com
Subject: Bats and Balls by Laurence Nightingale Chaper 5-6

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Bats and Balls
by Laurence Nightingale

Chapter 5 (Mb9, M+b9, jo, oral, anal, force, ws, coercion, consensual)

Bryce was by early to pick up Tommy. Players arrived at 10 so they needed
plenty of time to make sure everything was ready to go by then. Before he
left, Tommy got a call from his parents. They wished him good luck on his
first game, and told him they were eager to come to some of his upcoming
games. They said they loved him and that they'd see him when he returned
from his first road trip.

 Tommy was exhausted. The Cowpokes won 4-3 thanks to an 8th inning homer
from João Olivera. He was excited by the win, but the game had
involved a lot of work. Now he was back in the locker room conducting his
normal shower and clothes tasks. Once showered, the guys had an hour to eat
before they needed to be back for the next game. Unlike after practice,
they were in a rush to get changed and out the door. The mood was good and
all the guys stopped in front of Tommy on the way out of the shower for a
good luck kiss on their cocks. João reached down and rubbed a long
thin finger along Tommy's asscrack, no doubt in anticipation of his homerun
reward.

 Tommy stayed in the locker room with Bryce and started the task of washing
towels and uniforms. The guys already had a second uniform for the game
tonight, but they'd need a clean uniform for the third game in the series
tomorrow. Before they knew it, players were back. Connor brought some tacos
for Tommy from his favorite place. He sat with Bryce in the laundry room
and quickly polished off the meal.

 Tonight's game was a big one for Dalton Page. Tommy remembered the times
Connor took him to watch his little brother pitch at high school
games. This would be his first game pitching since graduating. At eighteen,
he had a lot of power and stamina, but he needed to polish his skills. A
year or two on the Pokes will allow him to mature as a player and hopefully
catch the eye of a major league scout.  There was no doubt he had raw
talent; he needed to keep his nerves under control to show it off.

 The locker room burst into cheers as Dalton walked through the door fresh
from his first interview with local media as a Cowpoke. He pitched a
perfect five innings before Coach pulled him. Of course he wanted to pitch
more, but there was no good reason for overextending a new pitcher,
particularly so early in the season. The fact that they lost the game 1-2
when a pop-up fly allowed a runner to make it home didn't seem to damper
the excitement at all.

 The clock showed ten past midnight by the time Bryce dropped Tommy off at
Dan's house. He brushed his teeth and took off his clothes and Dan brought
him straight to bed. He was asleep by the time his uncle joined him a few
minutes later. He knew he should let the boy sleep, but he'd been exceeding
horny all day. He rolled his nephew on his stomach, greased up his cock and
shoved it up the boy's asshole. Tommy jerked from the intrusion and groaned
in discomfort, but even his uncle's vigorous fucking didn't fully wake him.

 Dan didn't draw things out. He pounded his nine year old nephew's ass
hard, sprayed his guts with hot jizz and pulled out. Wanting to reinforce
proper behavior, he pulled the semi-awake boy's head to his crotch and made
him suck his penis clean. He flipped off the lights, lay down next to his
nephew, and drew him into his arms. Tommy fell back asleep in moments.

 Tommy awoke with an urgent need to pee. He quickly ran to the bathroom and
sighed in relief as his stream hit the water in the bowl. After he
finished, he washed his hands and went to look for his uncle; he didn't
bother dressing. He found him on his cell phone sitting by the pool. The
man indicated he'd still be talking for several more minutes and then
pointed at the pool. Tommy never needed to be asked twice about
swimming. He jumped in the cool water with a splash.

 "Did you sleep well, bud?" Dan said after disconnecting the call, "You
must've been tired-it's already lunch time. I'll get the food I made, and
we can eat it out here."

 Uncle and nephew ate a pleasant lunch while talking about yesterday's
games. "You saw the games," Tommy asked in surprise.

 "Of course I did, how could I miss your first game with the Pokes? Anash
and I watched both of your games yesterday, and we'll be at your game again
tonight."

 The knowledge that both Dan and Anash were there filled him with
happiness. Dan's cell phone rang. He answered it then placed a hand over
the mouthpiece, "I have to take this call. Besides, it's about time for you
to get ready. Bryce will be by to pick up at 2."

 Tommy used the bathroom and then showered, making sure to get himself
sparkling clean. He dried himself thoroughly and then put on a clean polo
and shorts. When he was dressed, he kissed him uncle, who was still on the
phone, goodbye and then went out front to wait for Bryce.

 An unfamiliar truck with dark tinted windows pulled up and at the end of
the drive. Tommy was surprised to see Assistant Coach Trent McDaniels step
out and wave him over. The man walked to the passenger's side door and
opened it for the boy.

 "Oh," Tommy said, "I need my booster seat."

 "You're right, but I didn't have time to get it from Bryce.  You'll be ok
without it just this once."

 Tommy shrugged and climbed into the black truck. Trent closed the door
behind him then got in behind the wheel.

 "I wonder if you'd be able to help me out with something while we drive to
the park?" Trent asked.

 "Sure Coach McDaniels, what do you need me to do?"

 "I always get anxious during the first few games of the season. I think if
you exercised my cock with your mouth, I'd feel a lot better. Think you can
do that for me?"

 "Now?" Tommy asked.

 "Yes, while I'm driving. You can lie across the seat on your stomach and
suck me. But I have a lot of tension, so I'm going to need you to swallow
my whole cock down your throat like you did the other day. Do you
understand?"

 Tommy nodded. He felt conflicting emotions. He was excited to help the
Assistant Coach, but the thought of riding in a moving car without being
buckled in went against everything his parents drove into his head since he
was a baby.

 "I really want to help you Coach, but my mommy would be very, very mad if
I rode in a car without a safety belt."

 "Let's try this. Lay down on your stomach with your head by me." Tommy
did. The man reached over and buckled the passenger's belt over the boy's
legs and the middle seat belt around his middle. "There, now you're buckled
in the twice." Trent unbuckled his pants then raised his butt of the seat
and shoved his jeans and underwear down to his knees. His soft cock and
balls sat under a nest of red curls that matched the hair on his head. The
area of skin around his groin was very pale from never seeing the sun.

 Trent buckled himself in and then put the truck into gear. "Get to work,
boy," he ordered.

 Tommy slithered forward a little and buried his face in Trent's crotch. He
kissed his thighs and stomach and then thoroughly licked and sucked the
man's heavy balls. By then his cock was fully erect, the foreskin peeled
back over half the head and a stream of precum leaked from his piss
slit. Tommy really liked subtle taste of precum; cum tasted a lot stronger,
ranging from bitter to bleachy to mild and almost sweet from Anash. When he
mentioned how nice the man's cum tasted to Uncle Dan, he said the taste was
affected by why a man eats, and since Anash is vegan, his would taste a lot
better than a man who eats a lot of meat.

 Tommy lapped up every drop of precum running down Trent's shaft and balls
before sucking his cock into his mouth. It was a different sensation
sucking a man while lying on his stomach, but he sucked enough cocks in the
last two weeks to be able to quickly adapt. When he didn't go fast enough
for Trent's liking, he placed a big hand on the back of the boy's head and
shoved him down and buried his little button nose in his pubes. Tommy
gagged and struggled to breath, but Trent held firm until he settled
down. He knew he should have been able to take Trent's cock without a
problem and was glad the man helped him do his job correctly. He forced
himself to relax and let Trent's long cock go where it needed to.

 Trent released the boy's head and Tommy immediately bobbed up and down his
full 7.5 inches. He gagged a little, especially when he went too fast, but
his throat constrictions felt amazing on the tip of his cock. They were
fifteen minutes away from the ball park, so he made the boy slow down and
take his time. He marveled at the nine year old's proficiency. He wife was
never as good of cocksucker as this, even before the kids were born and
they were still dating. He considered himself straight, but damn it if he
didn't wonder what his own son and daughter could do if they were properly
trained.

 Tommy had come a long way in his sucking skills. He alternated between
Trent's cock and balls. He loved exploring a man's balls. Some were bigger,
some were smaller; some shaved smooth, some hairy, but every man's
testicles smelled and tasted different. Tommy loved the concentrated
muskiness always present on scrotums. Some men he could identify by this
smell alone. Bryce and Uncle Dan and Anash for sure, and now Trent, but he
was still learning the musk of the men on the team.

 "We're getting close to the field," Trent said. "Pick up the pace and work
a load from my cock."

 Tommy released Trent's left testicle from his mouth and swallowed his
cock. He drove his head up and down the hard shaft while massaging his
nuts. He felt them draw up in Trent's scrotum and he knew in a moment he'd
be drinking down all of his daddy milk.

 Trent slapped a large hand on the back of the boy's head and ground his
face in to his pubes. Wads of cum blasted down Tommy's throat in rapid fire
succession. Trent threw his head back, overwhelmed by his intense
orgasm. Thank god they were stopped at a long red light because there was
no way he would have been able to drive through that; he vision blurred and
his breath was short.

 He was brought back to his senses by an insistent car horn behind him. The
light turned green who knew how long ago. Trent drove forward, feeling
sated and calm. When Tommy released his cock, Trent said, "Keep
sucking. Make sure you get every drop, I don't want any cumstains in my
underwear."

 Tommy sucked and stripped every drop from the man's softening cock. He
didn't stop until Trent tapped him on the shoulder and told him they were
at the diamond. Tommy waited for the assistant coach to release the
seatbelts, then he sat up, licking his swollen lips.

 The first six innings of the game saw the Pokes tied 1-1. At the bottom of
the seventh, the bases were loaded and Connor Page was at bat. The first
pitch was a strike followed by two foul balls. But then he caught the
pitcher's fastball at just the right time and sent the ball soaring out of
the park. The crowd went wild at the local boy's grand slam hit. As the
players ran past home plate and back into the dugout, the rest of the team
lined up to high five them, including Tommy at the end of the line. When
Connor got to him, after high-fiving, he leaned over and whispered into the
boy's ear, "I can't fuck wait to ride your ass all night." Tommy blushed
and felt a tingle in his crotch somewhere behind his penis.

 The rest of the game went scoreless but it didn't matter. The Cowpokes won
the game and the series. The team was ecstatic and horny. The coach forbid
any sex-solo or otherwise-between games of a series. The local press had
barely left the area around the couches area before João called
Tommy over to the bench in front of his locker. He pulled out his thick
uncut cock and made Tommy suck it while he fingered the boy's
hole. Thankfully he had lube in his locker because it would have been a
real struggle for Tommy to take the big sausage up his ass without it.

He pulled the boy off his cock, greased it up and had him straddle his
thighs with his back to his chest. He lifted the boy up by his thin
thighs. Antonio Martinez helpfully guided his cock to the boy's pucker,
holding it till the big head popped inside. He lowered Tommy down his 10
inch cock, being neither slow nor gentle. Tommy cried out in pain but was
quickly muffled by Antonio's shoving his huge Dominican cock down the nine
year old's throat.

 Soon Antonio blew his baby batter into Tommy's stomach. As soon as he
withdrew, another player took his place. He'd swallow five thick loads by
the time João's fifteen minutes were coming to an end. The man
slammed the boy so aggressively on his cock that he couldn't suck anyone
else. João shouted a string of Portuguese words as he impregnated
the little boy.

 "Time's up," Trent said. "Nice fuck João. Dalton's turn."
João stood, Tommy still impaled on his cock and walked over to the
rookie pitcher. He lifted Tommy off and set him down on Dalton's pulsing
cock. No lube was necessary since the Brazilian's oversized load coated the
boy's rectum.

In some ways it was weird being so close to someone he knew his whole
life. But he didn't have long to think about it for a soon he had a rhythm
bouncing up and down in Dalton's lap, another man stepped forward and raped
his mouth and throat.

 Dalton switched positions several times during his 35 minutes, but every
time he resituated the boy, a new cock waited to unload in his stomach. By
the time Dalton sprayed his guts with another hot load of sperm, all the
other members of the team had cum down his throat, save Collin who was
saving his loads for the away trip in two days, Bryce and the coaches.

 Most of the team showered and left by the time Dalton finished. Coach rode
him while he was spread out on his back on the towel folding table and
Trent rammed his cock in his throat as his head hung over the other
side. Coach came and left after telling Tommy he was doing a great
job. Trent left right after without cumming, telling the boy he needed to
save something for his wife.

 Tommy was left alone on the table, feeling exhausted from the exciting
game and servicing the entire team afterwards. Bryce helped him off the
table.

 "Enough play time for now, Tommy, you have a bunch of work to do." Tommy
did his tasks, gathering dirty towels and uniforms and washing and
folding. He could feel little streams of cum running down his thighs, but
he didn't stop doing his chores.

 When he put the final load in the dryer, Bryce told him it was time for
them to shower. He followed the manager into the shower room. Bryce didn't
turn on two showerheads like he usually did but instead told Tommy to kneel
in front of him. The boy complied immediately. Bryce put his hand on his
semi-hard cock and aimed it at the boy and let loose a high pressure stream
of piss right in his face. He sputtered and coughed in surprise.

 "Open your mouth Tommy!" Bryce demanded. "Let me piss in your mouth and
try to swallow it too."

 Tommy did as he was told. He didn't really like the piss, but he trusted
Bryce and wanted to do whatever he could to please him.

 As soon as he was finished, he made the boy lay on his stomach on the cold
and wet shower floor. He mounted Tommy from behind and fucked the child as
roughly as he ever had before. With a growl, Bryce pulled out, grabbed the
boy by his hair and pulled him into sitting position. He shoved his cock
down Tommy's throat. He could taste his own ass along with the sperm of the
three other men who fucked him that night. Bryce shouted and pumped yet
another load of pedo baseball cum into the nine year old's already full
stomach.

 When he finished, he helped Tommy to his feet and they showered
together. After they dried off and dressed, the manager helped him fold and
put away the last load of clothes.  Tommy felt like a zombie as he climbed
into Bryce's big truck, and he fell asleep before they arrived at his
uncle's house.

Dan carried the half-asleep boy into the house after saying goodbye to
Bryce. He stripped him and laid him in his bed. Tommy's asshole still gaped
a little from the repeated fucks of the night, so Dan had no trouble
sliding his cock inside his nephew and planting his own seed.


Chapter 6 (Mb9, M+b9, jo, oral, anal, force, ws, coercion, consensual)

 The next two days were a regular practice followed by a half practice
before leaving on the bus for their first away series. Tommy was very
excited. Not only would he get to ride on the big bus with the team, but
he'd get to stay in a hotel. Well, in reality a motel. Baseball teams at
this level didn't have unlimited budgets. But in any case, it still sounded
like an awesome adventure to the nine year old.

 Uncle Dan helped him pack his bag before driving him to the half-day
practice.

"The worst part is your parents will be home by the time you get back on
Sunday, so no more sleepovers at my house, at least for now."

 Tommy didn't like that at all. He was excited to see his parents, but he
would miss staying with Dan and swimming in his pool naked. His parents
never allowed nudity at home. Maybe he could ask his parents if he could
stay with Dan more often this summer.

 After practice, the team loaded onto the huge charter bus. There was
enough room on the bus for everyone to have their own seat except for
Tommy. He would share a seat during the ride. Coach stood at the front of
the bus after everyone had boarded and announced they could play with Tommy
but no cumming. Building sexual tension and testosterone often resulted in
more intense game play as well as an increased incentive to play hard, get
homeruns and pitch well. For Tommy it meant a constant shuffle between
seats as all the players used his mouth during the three hour bus ride.

 They arrived in Dallas at 8pm and went directly to a BBQ restaurant for
dinner. Tommy found that he wasn't that hungry so he only ate an order of
onion rings. The team didn't linger; no alcohol was allowed and they all
wanted a good night's sleep. The first game wasn't until tomorrow night,
but Coach still planned a mid-morning workout.

 They checked into the motel which was basic but clean. They were two to a
room, including the coaching staff. On a typical night, Tommy would be in a
room with Bryce, but tonight Bryce was bunking with Dalton while Connor
spent his well-earned night with Tommy. The boy was actually pretty excited
to be with his one-time babysitter; he'd had a full-blown crush on the
handsome man for as long as he could remember.

 As soon as they got in their room, Connor picked up Tommy and kissed him
deeply. Of all the things he learned since becoming at bat boy, kissing was
still the most unfamiliar. Even so, being close to Connor felt
comfortable. Many times over the years he snuggled with the man, then a
teen, while watching a movie at his house when his parents were out on a
date. Connor's scent filled his nose and his little penis stiffened in his
shorts. He always liked helping out the men with their penises, but now he
felt something more, a burning desire deep in his gut to have his
neighbor's cock buried inside him. He wasn't infatuated in the same way as
he was with Anash, but there was no doubt he ached for this man.

 Connor set the boy down and Tommy reached to unzip his pants without being
asked. As soon as he was able, he had Connor's dick out and in his
mouth. Of course this wasn't the first time he'd sucked the man, but this
time felt more special because it was just the two of them. He felt the
man's strong fingers run through his hair and his dicklet grew even harder.

 Connor stopped Tommy and told him to remove his clothes. He quickly peeled
off his clothes while the man did the same. Then Connor picked him up and
laid him down on the bed. He crawled between Tommy's hairless legs and
closed his mouth around the boy's erection and tight ballsack. He moaned in
pleasure and after only a few minutes had an intense dry orgasm. But Connor
didn't stop: his tongue continued to swirl around his genitals.

 While his mouth was at work, his calloused hands explored the boy's soft,
smooth skin. He tweaked nipples and caresses sensitive spots before finally
making his way to the crease between Tommy's asscheeks. He circled the hole
with the tip of a finger before moving it up to Tommy's mouth and inserting
it to make it wet. He returned his wet finger to the hole and inserted
it. The heat from Tommy's little body enveloped his finger. He wanted to
take his time and make this last, but he knew he couldn't wait any longer.

 He released Tommy's jewels from his mouth and quickly rummaged in his bag
for a bottle of lube. He coated two fingers and inserted them in the boy's
anus, slowly but firmly, then he pulled them apart to stretch him
open. Finally he had enough. He greased up his uncut 7.5 inch cock and
knelt between Tommy's thighs. Then taking an ankle in each hand, he drew
his legs up and forward, raising his pelvis and exposing his hole. Then
holding his legs with one hand, he guided his cock to the boy's entrance
and finally sank into the little body he'd been dreaming about since he was
a teenager.

 Once he was firmly seated in the kid's tight passage, he released his
ankles and had him wrap them around his torso. Then he leaned forward and
covered Tommy's lips with his. It was a stretch considering their size
difference but well worth the struggle to be able to kiss this beautiful
sexy boy while fucking him.

 He pushed his cock in and out of the tight hole slowly at first. But he
picked up speed, adding gyrations to his movements; his heavy buttock
muscles allowed him precision control of his thrusts. He explored different
positions and angles until a thrust brought a high-pitched cry of
pleasure. He repeated the trust, and when he elicited the same noise, he
knew he found Tommy's undeveloped prostate. From there on out, every third
or fourth thrust was aimed at the tiny gland inside the boy's rectum.

 The repeated prostate stimulation pushed Tommy over the edge and his
dry-came again, this time around Connor's cock. He struggled to hold back
his own orgasm, but the boy's spasming cunt was too much to resist. A few
more frenzied thrusts and he seeded Tommy's guts, impregnating the little
boy he knew from a baby.

 All of his energy drained out through his cock into the boy's body and his
arms gave out and he collapsed on top of him. Knowing he was crushing the
child, he forced himself to roll to his side. He breathing returned to
normal a few minutes later and his cock slipped from its glove. As much as
he wanted this to last, he knew it was time to sleep or else he'd be a mess
at the games tomorrow. He got up, dampened a washcloth in the sink and
cleaned up the boy and himself. He moved Tommy under the covers, and then
after turning off the light, he crawled in next to him, and pulled him into
his arms. They both fell asleep soon after.

 The next morning, Connor was having the most wonderful dream. Tommy had
his cock in his mouth and caressed his balls. He cracked open an eye and
looked down and realized it wasn't a dream at all.

 "Oh fuck, Tommy, your mouth feels so good," he moaned.

 Connor pushed the covers to the side and got up on his hands and knees,
presenting his muscular bubble butt. "Please baby," he begged, "eat my
ass."

 Tommy knelt behind the man and pressed his face into his asscrack. It
smelled musky and funky and amazing. He stuck out his tongue and ran it
tentatively over his hole. The man's anus twitched and flexed at the
exquisite contact. Tommy licked harder and Connor relaxed so the nine year
old's tongue slipped inside.

 Connor jerked himself while the little boy ate his ass. He was in heaven
and instantly regretted not riding the boy's face last night. His cock was
hardwired to his hole and the boy's tongue-work quickly brought on his
orgasm.
 He reared up on his knees and reached behind to pull the boy around in
front of him. "Fuck, I'm cumming open your mouth."

 Tommy raced to comply but the first blast came too fast and splattered
across his face. Connor aimed the subsequent six shots into the boy's wide
open mouth. When he finished, he bent down and licked the stray cum from
Tommy's face and then tongue-kissed him, sharing his cum between them.

 "Goddamn, that was hot, but no time to bask in the afterglow. We need to
get up and get showered, or we'll be late for the team breakfast."

 The first game of the double header ended in a heartbreaking RBI at the
bottom of the eight that put Dallas ahead. A rally attempt at the top of
the ninth fell short, and they came to the second game down by one. The
night game remained neck and neck through the seventh inning when Connor
came up to bat and knocked the ball out of the park, bringing home two
runners on base. Dallas got another runner home but couldn't make up for
the deficit.

 There was a good mood in the locker room until Coach declared Tommy off
limits. The team, he said, needed to focus on winning game three tomorrow
and not other pursuits. There were good natured grumbles all around, but
also a sense of urgency to win tomorrow game. Tommy spent the night in
Bryce's room, and to his surprise, the manager refrained from sex as
well. He tried to sleep alone in his own bed, but couldn't fall asleep. He
crawled in next to the big manager and snuggled close. He fell asleep in
moments.

 The third game ended up being a tension-filled battle. Dalton Page started
as pitcher and by the end of the fifth inning allowed no hits. Dallas'
pitcher though was experiencing the same streak. Pressure mounted as both
teams waited for someone to give up a hit. The score was still 0-0 at the
top of the eighth inning. Of course Dalton wanted to stay on the mound, but
the Coach told him he'd excelled today but it was too early in the season
to take a chance on an injury to his arm from exhaustion. He might still
get a no-hitter, but he had to depend on their seasoned closer to get the
job done.

 The teams cycled through two more innings with no hits sending the game
into overtime. The Pokes were up at bat with Doug Struck the lead-off
batter. One strike was quickly followed by three balls. Somehow Struck
sensed where the fast ball was going to cross the plate and got his bat up
under it and sent the ball out of the park. The Pokes' cheering section
went wild as Struck ran around the bases and put a run on the board. The
next three batters were struck out in quick succession, and all of a sudden
the fate of the game once again rested on the pitcher's shoulders.

 Coach Peltz and Manager Anderson were faced with a dilemma. Do they leave
their closer in when he typically only pitched one or two innings? Do they
put in one of the pitchers from yesterday's game? Neither of the starters
yesterday was warmed up and ready. They were left with the nearly
unthinkable: put Dalton back in for one more inning.

 The cheers were deafening as Dalton walked back up to the mound. Nine more
pitches and he'd have his first shutout as a Poke. The first Dallas hit was
out one-two-three. The second kept getting a piece of the ball, fouling out
four times before Connor caught the foul ball and sent the man back to the
dugout.

 Just one more player. Dalton steeled his nerves. He could do this, he told
himself. But as soon as the ball left his hand, he knew he made a
mistake. The batter snagged the ball in a pop-up fly right into center
field. The batter took off for first base, but not before the ball landed
firmly in Antonio Martinez' glove. The game was over. The Cowpokes won the
series and Dalton got his shut-out.

 The team celebrated the hard fought victory but there was no time to
linger. They still had a long bus ride ahead back to Austin. They returned
to the locker room, showered and changed and were back on the bus within
the hour. Spirits on the bus were high as the team loaded affection on
their youngest player for his achievement in the game.

 When they got back to their home stadium, Tommy was surprised to see his
Uncle Dan standing by his car looking grim. When he saw his nephew, he said
"Go do your chores, Tommy. I'll wait for you here until you get done." As
Tommy walked away with team, Dan waved Bryce over. After a quiet
conversation, Bryce left to get Tommy.

 As his nephew approached, Dan crouched down so that he was face to face
with the nine year old. "Ok, buddy, I need you to be strong for a minute
because I have some very important news for you. Can you do that for me?"
The boy nodded, gratefully for Bryce's strong hands on his shoulders.

 "This morning when your mom and dad were driving back from your
grandmother's place, a semi crossed the center line and crashed headlong
into their car. They were both killed instantly."

 Tommy's face was still for a moment as the news sank in. What did Uncle
Dan mean? Something about his parents, something about a crash? "What?" he
said in a wavering voice.

 "Baby, your parents are dead; they were killed in a car accident."

 "What? That can't be true," tears streamed from the little boy's
eyes. "They were supposed to be here to pick me up."

 Dan reached out and drew the frantic boy into his arms. "I'm sorry,
Tommy. I'm so sorry." He repeated the words over and over as the boy sobbed
uncontrollably into his shoulder.

 Suddenly a new fear overtook him. "But where am I going to live? I can't
live in my house by myself; I don't know how to do anything!" The fear
triggered a new round of crying.

 "Oh Tommy, you'll come live with me. I'd never leave you all alone. You'll
live with me, and I'll make sure you have everything you need."

 Just then, a rideshare car pulled up and Akosh got out. Together he and
Bryce got uncle and nephew into the back seat of Dan's car. Akosh said a
few words to Bryce before getting behind the wheel and driving the grieving
pair home.

 Bryce turned and made the slow, painful trek to the locker room. Inside,
he raised his hands to get the attention of the still celebrating
players. "Gentlemen, I have some heartbreaking news to share with you..."

 The funeral held a few days later was massive. The Cowpokes served as pall
bearers and the entire team was there, decked out in suit and ties, all
surrounding and supporting the newly orphaned little boy. Surprising no one
who knew better, Tommy insisted that Connor and Dalton Page sit next to him
at the service. He knew both of the men his entire life and the continuity
comforted the emotionally battered child.

 Members of the wide Austin community showed up in force. The Pokes new bat
boy all of a sudden became the focus of the entire community. Thousands of
dollars poured in for the boy which Dan put aside in a special account. Of
course the boy would never want for anything, what with his parents' life
insurance and the support of the owners and players. Sometime in the
future, Dan would sit down with his nephew and talk about what they could
do with the money to help the community.

 Every single team in the league sent representatives to pay
respects. Surprisingly, the entire Dallas team they had just played over
the weekend attended the funeral. When asked by a local reporter why they
were all here, their manager said simply, "One of our own needs us."

 After services, the team hosted a reception at the ball diamond. Thousands
of people gathered and thankfully no one made Tommy talk with any of
them. He spent most of the event surrounded by the players on his team,
because they were his family now.
 That night, back at his uncle house, Dan cautiously asked his nephew, "Do
you want to keep being the Cowpokes' bat boy? Cause you don't have to if
you don't want to anymore."

 Tommy's reaction was immediate and fierce, "No! I want to be their bat boy
forever. I love them and don't wanna do anything else. Please Uncle Dan
don't make me quit!" Tears flowed by the end of Tommy's statements.

 "Oh buddy, of course no one would make you stop. I just wanted to be sure
it was something you wanted." He hugged the boy who continued to cry,
though Dan realized quickly enough it had little to do with his question.

 After the tears stopped, Dan stood and unzipped the pants of his suit. He
removed his still soft cock and balls. "Suck it," he commanded.

 Tommy immediately took his uncle's penis in his mouth, grateful to be
doing something he was good at and that made men happy.

 Dan wasn't gentle. He rammed Tommy throat hard before flipping the kid on
his stomach, ripping down his dress pants and forcing his hard cock up his
dry asshole. Tommy cried out at the shock of pain, but Dan didn't slow up
for a second. Now that his parents were gone, Tommy would be used for sex
even more regularly and he needed to accept pain would be a part of it.

 He fucked hard and quickly bred his orphan nine year old nephew. When
every every drop of seed was given, he pulled out and put himself away.

 "Don't fucking move slut," he commanded. "I'm going to call the whole team
over to breed your cunt, and you'll take every single load from them and be
grateful your new extended family loves you enough to use your boyhole."

 Tommy did as he was told, now eager to get lost in sex and servicing his
team. The Pokes arrived shortly after. One by one they loaded up the little
boy. Tommy took every load with relish. Despite all that he lost, he knew
now he still had a home.