Date: Sat, 6 Jul 2002 14:58:38 -0700 (PDT) From: Ken Subject: Baseball Boy Let me tell you about my afternoon as a baseball boy with my sir. My name is Ken, but my sir calls me Kenny or boy. My sir is Harold. He is 50, 6'1, 180 pounds and in good shape. He has a slender face, nice arms, silver hair cut short, and a trim salt and pepper moustache. He is a businessman who earns a very good living. We live in the country in a nice house with big yards. I'm 22, but look much younger. I'm 5'8, 155 pounds with short brown hair and brown eyes. I'm fairly tanned because I have to cut the grass and do yard work. My sir/master enjoys dominating me, humiliating me, and punishing me if I've been bad. I serve at his whim and it turns me on. Sometimes we do little things, like the other day he made me go to dinner with him with my fly down the whole time. After dinner, he made me pump and pay for gas, get a few items at a grocery store, and rent a couple movies. It was very tough knowing anyone could see my white briefs sticking through the fly. Other times we spend a day or part of a day role-playing. Last Saturday, my master told me it was Baseball Day! We had never played this game before so I was nervous and excited. I was taken to my room and showed my uniform for the afternoon. On my boy bed (with sheets from a popular sci-fi movie from the 70s) was a complete baseball uniform. Cap, jersey, knee-length white uniform pants, cleats, white socks, striders, athletic supporter, and a cup. Master told me to strip off my shorts and white Fruit of the Looms and get dressed. I was to refer to my master as Coach until further notice or I would be punished. I pulled the jockstrap on and Coach showed me how to put the cup inside my jock and arrange my boy balls and penis. I completed the outfit. After I put on the cleats, Coach got mad because I was wearing shoes in the house. I was told to lay on the side of the bed for a spanking. I laid down and felt the cup press tightly against my groin. Smack! I felt coach's big hand slap my rear end. Four more in quick succession made my rear end sting red. I took off the cleats and headed to the backyard. Coach came out in a few minutes dressed in gray sweat pants, which showed his nice bulge, white t-shirt, and ball cap. He gave me my glove and we played catch for a few minutes to warm up. He game me pointers on throwing. When I dropped the ball once, Coach ordered me to the patio and made me bend over a table. Coach spanked my firm young boy butt 5 times. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Darn those really smarted. "Next time you drop a ball boy, you'll get worse than a spanking. Hear?" he barked. "Yes Coach," I said meekly. "Boy, we're going to field some grounders now," he ordered. I scrambled out towards the woods and Coach started peppering ground balls with an aluminum bat to me. I did pretty well on the grounders, but he kept hitting them harder and harder. After about 10 minutes, sweat was starting to run down my back and I could fell moisture building in my jock and cup. Suddenly, I missed an easy one and was ordered to head to "home plate." When I got there, Coach was not happy. "Boy, if you want to make the Big League, you better not miss any softies. Now, drop and give me 10 RIGHT NOW!" he yelled. I got on the ground and started doing my punishment. When I got to 10, I started to get up. Suddenly, I felt a size 11 tennis shoe in the small of my back which held me propped up. "Boy, you didn't get close enough to the ground for my taste. You have to touch the ground with your belly or your cup. Do you hear me BOY?" he hollered. Then, he shoved me to the ground with his foot and held me there. He pressed down with a lot of weight causing me to gasp. His foot switched to my rear end and gave me a bit of a stomp and then put his weight on my tender cheeks. My cup ground into the backyard grass and began to hurt. I whimpered a little bit from the pain as my groin was pressed harder into the cool grass. "Hurt boy?" "Mmph.yes sir a bit" "Good, now 5 more." I did the five pushups making sure my cup touched the ground. When I stood up, I was chastised again and Coach gave me a quick rap on my cup. I jumped as his knuckles made a dull thud on the protective equipment. "Boy, I think I have your attention now!" he grinned. I was told that if I screwed up again, more punishments would be forthcoming. I headed out for fly ball practice. Coach made me stand looking into the high sun and I knew I was in trouble. Fly ball after fly ball came towards me. I fielded most by shading my eyes. Then, he hit a line drive to my left and I really had to hoof it to get to it. I knew I wouldn't make it on my feet and made a last ditch, face first dive for the ball. The ball slipped under my glove and I crashed into the grass. My tender boy testicles took a thump from sliding across the grass. When I stood up, I had a grass stain on my clean white jersey and green marks on my knees. I fetched the ball and saw Coach waving me towards him. He eyed me up and down. "Close your eyes boy! You should have gotten to it quicker. Rookie mistake and know you have to pay for it." I closed my eyes. I didn't know what was coming, but I bet it was going to hurt! The pain was dulled, but I crumpled to my knees when Coach hit me in the cup with a closed fist. The cup did its' job and took the brunt of the blow, but the force still crunched my boy testicles and I felt a bit nauseous. "You like that boy? You never know when a ball my hit you in your jewels. That cup should take the blow, but you'll feel it later." "Now young man, you made your uniform dirty. Looks like you are ready for some practice on your sliding. Go get a hoe and rake a second base and a home plate area. I'm going to get some water. You better be done by the time I get back with the bases. Or, you'll be sorry young man." He went in the house and I ran to the garage and got a hoe. I cleared 2 areas about the size of what he wanted. I had just finished when he emerged with a tiny plastic cup with some warm water in it. I gulped it down as fast as I could. He grinned and went back in the house and brought out a real base and a home plate. Where the heck did he find those? He put them on the ground and told me to start with second base. He guarded the bag and acted like he was taking throws. I had to run full speed or he would say I was loafing. Each foot first slide in the rough dirt scraped up my knees or lower legs. He would put a full tag on and smack my legs hard with the glove and ball. After 20 minutes, I was sweating and starting to slow down. "Boy, don't you loaf on me. I think you need to practice some face first slides into home plate." He went into the house for a moment and returned with a well-defined bulge in his sweats. Coach had put a cup on to protective himself from any collisions. He took up position and I barreled towards home. I dove headfirst and was rewarded with a smack on the head with his glove. He told me to keep doing it. Each slide raspberried my belly with rough dirt and rocks. My groin was taking a beating with each slide. Thank God for that cup! When I would slide the cup would often bounce or twist if I didn't slide straight. I was covered in dirt from head to toe and my white uniform was very dirty and sweaty. Coach told me to stop and said he was not happy with my sliding. Uh oh. He made me close my eyes and I knew it was coming. Wham! Coach punched me even harder in cup. This time it was really hard and it knock the wind out of me and I lay crumpled up on the dirt. Coach came over and told me to lay flat on my back and just breathe as normally as I could. When I was just about recovered, Coach delivered a quick stomp to my cup and I rolled around on the ground. My boy testicles weren't hurting that bad, but the cup had ground into my groin and I knew there was going to be bruises later. I finally got on all fours and felt another kick from behind, between my legs. His foot really caught my tender young testicles in my cup hard. I cried out in pain and collapsed on the hard dirt. My boy nuts were throbbing and my penis had shrunk like I was in 40 degree water. "Boy, it's time you needed some private instruction. Now get up and get in that house right now!" He spanked my ass all the way to my room. "Strip out of that uniform right now boy or you'll be sorry!" I quickly stripped down until he told me to stop. I was wearing just my jockstrap and cup. Coach grinned and ordered me to his room. I flinched each time his hand slapped my rear end which was red from his hand and all the sliding. My belly was scraped up and so were my knees. When I got to his room, Coach ordered me to drink all the water in the bedside pitcher. I drained the whole thing and asked for more. I drank two whole pitchers of cool water. After I had recovered a bit, Coach ordered me to strip him down. First, I took off his cap, then his tennis shoes. I pulled each sock off and threw them in the hamper. Next, I peeled off his sweaty white t-shirt. His chest is covered with a nice mat of silver and black hairs that trail down to his waistband. I gulped as he ordered me to take off his sweat pants. I undid the tie string and eased the sweats over his prominent bulge. He was wearing a brand new white jockstrap with a cup. He instructed me to remove the jock and cup gently and then put the dirty clothes in the hamper. I nodded and eased the tight elastic band out and down. The cup flopped out onto the floor as the tension of the tight athletic supporter suddenly eased. My Coach's cock flopped out of its' confines and bobbed over his large balls. I took the jock strap down and ran the clothes to the hamper. "Now, get on your knees and lick the sweat off my cock boy!" I scrambled onto my scraped knees and grasped his cock with my hand, which was promptly slapped away. "I didn't say use your hands young man, just your tongue" I started lapping at his soft cock which is about 4 inches soft. My master has a beautiful cock. It is fairly thick soft, with a large mushroom-shaped knob that is shiny purple. He is not circumcised and the loose folds of skin enshroud his knob, leaving only a small diameter opening from which the slit and a little bit of knob poke through. I licked the sweaty, but smooth skin of his shaft and worked the tip of my tongue under his foreskin. His cock began twitching as I slid lower to reach his balls, which I had been ordered to lick as well. Coach has fairly large balls that are covered in silver hairs. His balls are about the size of goose eggs. I love to see the bulge he makes in his Fruit of the Looms with those hefty nuts and his cock, which pushes straight out at rest over his balls. I run my nose through his ample thatch of0 pubic hair above his cock and keep swabbing his cock and balls with my tongue. The sweat and musky scent is so manly. Coach tells me to use my hands and start sucking his cock. I use my hand to work his foreskin back and run my tongue all over his thick knob. A drop of precum oozes from the slit, which I quickly lick clean. Master doesn't allow precum to drip for his cock at any time. My job is to catch it first which I do with relish. His cock keeps expanding as I lick him and take him deeper into my boy mouth. My own penis is starting to swell painfully inside the cup and jock. I moan and groan as I suck his cock lovingly. I feel his shaft swell and know he is getting fully erect. His cock shaft is rather solid and somewhat thick, with a large vein underneath and a good size vein across the top of this shaft. The knob is gagging me as it has swollen to its' full girth. I swallow his shaft, all 7.5 inches of Coach's cock. I bob on it for close to 20 minutes. Coach's groans and urgings tell me I'm being a good boy. Suddenly, I am ordered off his gorgeous shaft and am thrown face first onto the bed. My feet are on the floor with my cup pressed on the side of the bed. I get 5 hard spanks. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Then, he walks into the bathroom. I know not to move or he'll really sting my rear end with that paddle in the corner. Coach comes back and growls huskily. I feel his long middle finger covered with KY slide into my boy tunnel. My penis is pressed painfully inside the cup as it struggles to get fully extended. Coach's finger works my sphincter with KY and gently probes the soft tissue of my tunnel. The finger slips out and I whimper lightly, which I know Coach loves to hear. A strong hand pulls my cheeks apart and I feel his thick knob pressing gently against my opening. I relax because I know the battleship is coming soon. The big mushroom prods me until it pops through my stretched sphincter. Oh god, the pain, the pleasure. Without warning, my boy tunnel is filled with 7.5 inches of thick Coach cock. The splitting open of my rear end is hot, painful, glorious, and shocking. I can feel the big knob pressed up inside my guts as his shaft spreads the tunnel side. His shaft is very round and presses in all directions. I can feel his hairy, heavy ball sac resting against my thighs and bottom of my cup and jock. Coach begins to screw my young boy ass slowly, but thoroughly. All the way back to the knob, then driven all the way to the hilt. As he picks up speed, his body presses into mine and crushes me against his bed. My cock is painfully-crunched by the cup. I want my boy penis to be free and hard, but it is trapped and hurts like heck. The bed starts to bang against the wall as his thrusts become more forceful. He occasionally stops to deliver a spank to my burning rear end. His cock skewering my rear end is magnificent. I love master's cock filling me. His hips begin to thrust faster and the sound of skin slapping fills the room. I moan and cry out as his full strokes pummel my tender ass cheeks. The pain in my cock is tremendous and he knows it. He grinds at the end of the strokes to make me cry out and squirm under his firm arms. As his thrusts hit full speed, the sound of his heavy scrotum slapping my thighs and ass turns me on even more. The feel of a dominant man's cum-filled goose eggs slamming into me is the best feeling ever. It means I am going to be filled with his thick, white sperm soon. He rises up on his arms and really begins to hammer me. I cry out that my cock is being hurt. He laughs and then suddenly my ass is empty as his cock slings out. I am forcefully flipped over on my back. Coach is standing there with his shiny 7.5 inch piece of uncut meat flapping over his loose scrotum. He reaches in with both hands and yanks my jockstrap and cup off with one rapid motion. My 6-inch boy penis springs free and slaps my smooth belly. The fat, shiny red tip is smeared in precum and the slender shaft throbs in time with my racing heart. My lightly-haired balls are a bit swollen from their average size, but are pulled up in their sac. Coach orders me to grab my knees and I watch as his stout shaft dips down to my exposed, helpless opening. I cry out again as I am filled with Coach's big column of flesh. The knob drives deep and balls slap my ass. Coach pummels my tender rear end and the bed slams the wall. Oh god, I can feel my orgasm coming. His cock is pounding my young prostrate and I'm going to.. "Oh god, Coach..I.ungh..I'm..got to...oh.oh...gonna spurt...oh.OH!" I yelped as my several spurts of thick, pearly white boy cum erupt from my throbbing penis and shower my smooth chest and abraded belly. Four, five, and finally a small sixth spurt of my boy jism spurt out from my narrow slit. I'm covered in sweat, cum, and Coach's sweat is dripping onto my body too. He is grunting like a hog as his thrusts become quicker and shorter. I hold onto my knees for dear life as I know his big daddy orgasm is coming soon. His head tilts farther and farther back, then he pulls his meat out of my hole with a wet plop and he leans over my young boy body. His hand drops to his cock and begins short stroking madly. I watch the big slit in his purple knob as he worked his orgasm closer and closer. With a mad cry, master looks down and a massive rope of thick, whitish, slimy cum jets onto my chest. Another rope follows that spans my belly and mixes with my boy juice. Master works six more spurts of his heavy cum out of his heavy bull balls. He keeps stroking the foreskin up over his knob as he urges more jism to keep dripping out of his cock. He finally leaves the hood over his knob and collapses onto my belly covered with our cum and sweat. He kisses me deeply and tells me he loves me. If you liked this, let me know at hagenf1@yahoo.com. Thanks, Ken.