Alex's Hole is Destroyed

All Characters in this work of fiction are 18+

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Part 4

"All right, any more questions? Are we ready to continue?" The coach called over the room of all male students. Each of the 18-year-olds watched in bated breath as Coach Carter held a lubed-up baseball bat in one hand and held the gay student, Alex, against his desk with the other.

Not a single dick in the room was soft waiting for the moment of penetration. Earlier that day, the coach had received notice he would have to teach same-sex sex ed to his students. Despite his distaste for the subject, he found the perfect example, Alex, the only openly gay student at the school. He was more than willing to assist the education of his fellow students, aside from the tears, pleading, and a failed attempt escape from the room.

Standing before a room filled with horny hunky straight jocks, Coach Carter was having more fun than he had had in years degrading and humiliating this queer. It had been decades since he last taught a faggot its place and this was taking him back!

However, poor little Alex was distraught. He thought he might pass out at any second. Lying over the coach's desk in front of all the men he had lusted over was too much to bear. His own shriveled up dick was starting to get hard again from the mere idea of his little fag hole being penetrated.

"I'm learning a lot, Coach." One of the students said allowed. Some of the other men agreed.

"I hadn't realized fag sex was so complicated!" Another said.

"Are the fags that stick their dicks in other men less faggy?" A brown haired student who sat closest to the classroom door asked. Some of the other men chimed in agreement with the question.

"Awe, very good question!" Coach carter took a moment to adjust Alex' ass on the table, "As I said earlier straight fuckers like all of you who stick their dicks in twats like normal men have absolutely nothing to worry about when it comes to releasing your fuck sticks into faggots when you need some additional relief! But I think the bullshit terms you all are looking for are tops and bottoms, isn't that correct faggot?" The coach looked to the back of Alex's head. The man didn't answer, but he wasn't really looking for one.

"You see class even faggots try to have a hierarchy. There's the femmy, swishy fags like Alex here and they love to take it up the ass like the bitches they are!" Carter ticked the tip of the bat against his entrapped student's hole causing him to twitch, "Then there are those macho, straight passing queers like I mentioned earlier. Now they like to fuck like real men, I'll give them that!"

"Now these so-called tops swear they won't let any man put a prick up their asses but I guarantee you, if you whip out your straight cock and wave it around a little bit, they'll be on all fours drooling like any other homo!" He explained.

Alex had never had a single desire to be a top. The second he came to terms with being gay he knew sticking his dick in a hole was not for him. Of course, he never imagined having a massive baseball bat shoved up his hole either! The blonde looked at the paper lying just in front of his face. It was the letter telling Coach Carter he had to begin teaching same-sex sex education classes. This piece of paper was what brought this gay man here.

It was time. Coach Carter turned to the faggot spread across the table. Alex could feel the older man firm his stance on the ground. "Please, Sir. I don't feel good. I need to go to... the somewhere... anywhere..!" It was so hot. After witnessing the pussy queer whimper and beg, even the straight men were about to bust their nuts. For whatever reason, most straight men find it sexually attractive to see faggots being degraded, the coach knew that. He supposed it simply serves to remind them of their own masculinity.

"Shut the Fuck up Cuntface!" The males in the room cheered when Coach Carter yelled. When people idolized him, he adored it, and it only pushed him on. The man readied the head of the bat against Alex's hole. The bat looked to be at least 5 times the size of his tight little slit. "This fucking school wants me to teach fag sex, I will!"

With that Carter grunted as he pushed the bat forward into Alex's fuck hole. The man let out a scream that filled the room.

"Shut the faggot up!" The coach yelled. One of the boys who sat closest to Alex's empty desk ran to pick up the queer's discarded briefs. With no instruction, he quickly began forcing them into the gay man's mouth, turning his agony into muffled moans. Alex's body convulsed, knocking a pen holder and papers to the floor as inch by inch of the wooden bat disappeared inside his hole. The room of men stared in awe, "See boys, this is what same-sex sex is all about! Having your fag cunt stretched to its limit and beyond!"

"Look at it disappear!" One of the men shouted.

"God damn, my girlfriend couldn't even take that shit! She has a hard enough time with my 9 incher!" Someone else added.

Alex felt like his hole was on fire as heat and sharp cuts seemed to fly over the globes of his ass and up into his torso. He could feel his brain screaming in agony! The girth of this bat was nothing compared to the pens and markers that had tapped away at his hole previously.

"Is he enjoying it?" Michael asked.

"Of course he is!" Coach Carter announced. Alex slammed his body against the desk, his snot and tears soaking he papers underneath him, "Fags love this shit! Once the wooden rod was at least halfway into the poor man's hole, the coach began to pull it back out. The room of men cheered their teach on as he slammed the well-worn bat back into the flailing homos back end.

"You see, men," Carter tried to speak over Alex's loud wails into his own underwear. Trying not to laugh at the pathic creature he continued his words while still ramming the wooden pole in and out of the faggot's ass, "Since I'm teaching you about homo sex, the goal of most faggots is to have the massive fuck meat of some man slam against their prostates."

"We all have prostates, though!" One of the men shouted from the middle row.

"Exactly! You remember our anatomy class!" The coach nodded as Alex continued to jerk beneath his hand. He had to admit the queer being as meek and frail as he was, could sure put up a hell of a protest. "In real men, aka straight men the prostate is an average size to help aid in the production of your ball juice but in queers like Alex here, their prostate are huge! Well over what's typical for a normal man. Now like I said fag boys want to get their holes stretched and prostates pounded. Sometimes they'll even dribble their little fag juice without even touching their tiny pricks!"

"No way!" Devon called out.

"Yes!" Carter corrected him. Who said education wasn't important? Alex's fighting was starting to die down. He must have been getting tired. "Now as you can see here, Alex's fuck slit is getting a workout! I'm sure some of your bitch's twats can relate!" The room began to hoot and holler, "But I am not making a damn bit of effort to hit his prostate!"

"I don't try to find my girl's G spot either!" One of the men shouted.

"That shit is made up!" Another chimed in

"That's some feminist bull shit!" Devon interjected, "Sex is about pleasing a cock! Not our fault those cunts were born with twats and not man meat!" The coach nodded in agreement. These men were being raised right!

"The goal here is for you to learn about fag sex not for Alex to enjoy himself!" The coach laughed over the weaking man, "Although judging by the flapping and shaking I'd say he's having a pretty good time, right cunt face?

Alex moaned into his underwear. He felt like he was going to pass out. This teacher didn't give a damn about him! These men didn't care to help him! And somehow the knowledge of that gave his little fag heart butterflies.

"Besides after leaking out his homo juice earlier, I doubt his tiny nuts could scrape anymore together." Without missing a beat, Carter continued to ram the bat into the faggots hole.

Alex could feel another orgasm building. His mind raced at the idea of what these men would do to him if they saw him cum again! He was suddenly grateful his tiny white dicklette was being crushed under his weight and the pressure of the bat. Of course, he would have to get up... if the coach ever let him up.

"That's a fucking joke!" A dark-skinned student in the back shouted, "My baseball-sized man nuts can shoot three or four rounds! Each one as fucking full as the last!"

Carter watched as the boastful man in the back unzipped his fly and pulled out some of the biggest nuts he'd ever seen. Each one had to be the size of two oversized gold balls.

"Look at these bad boys!" He fondled the dark sack in his hand. Somehow the queer that he was, Alex managed to turn his head to see the heavy set of balls the man held in his hands. They were glorious! Despite the unreal pain his asshole was in, Alex couldn't help but imaging the man's ball sack running over his face. The sweat! The smell! It made his little homo heart flutter. His tiny erection throbbed into the wooden surface of the desk. "My ex-girlfriend and her bitch mom would choke on these nuts damn near every weekend!"

Carter smiled and shook his head. He knew the student's ex, Tiffany. Who didn't? The pair were caught fucking in the back of the choir room. When the news got out, Tiffany was expelled for not being able to keep her legs closed on campus. Served the whore right! Suddenly and without warning, the coach ripped the bat from Alex's hole, creating a large, gaping hole, causing he blonde to jolt about.

"God, damn, the faggot has a cunt!" Chad shouted. Devon and Michael let out a loud laugh at their friend's comment.

"Now that's really something for a fag to be proud of!" Carter agreed, and he rammed the rod back into the once tight hole. Alex's scream was muffled by his own briefs as tears ran down his face. He had never even been fucked before and now 17 inches of a wooden bat was defiling his virgin hole. He felt every inch of the tools' endless inward and outward motion as it attacked his body.

Trying to look to the classroom, he saw as some of the men opening rubbed their dicks through their pants. Others looked so disgusted they could kill him. The look in their eyes caused the fag to have his second orgasm. Between the Coach's relentless pounding and his dried-up balls, the experience went unnoticed by the class.

Alex sulked in the humiliation of being a disgusting fag. He always thought his first time would have been with a romantic man with whom he had built a connection with. It would have been a long time before his tiny pink pucker had been blown out. Now here he was being torn to bits before the men who despised him and cumming all along the way. As pins and needles flew through his small frame with every slam of the bat, he couldn't help but enjoy every bit of it! He was just as fucked up as the coach described!

"What did I tell you! A fag cunt can take it all! Believe it or not I could shove a whole ass traffic cone up this fuck slit if I had the time!" Coach Carter pulled the bat from Alex's reddening hole. The edges of his slit had begun to swell from the pressure of the intruding bat, "And there it is, men, the beginnings of a fag cunt, the number one sex organ for faggots and queers." The room stared in astonishment.

"Now that his fag hole has had a taste of a real fucking his hole will never be empty!" Carter explained, "You'll have to watch everything you own! Anything that isn't nailed to the ground will find its way up a queer's ass! Hell, sometimes that won't even stop the whores! Once when I was your age a fag was found impaled on cement parking barricade!"

"Fuck, no way!" Chad shouted. Coach Carter mocked a Catholic cross over his body.

"The queer swore up and down he had been shoved on the thing overnight by a gang of guys who caught him walking down the street, but we all knew better!" Carter began to furiously drag the bat in and out of Alex's hole just to see if he was still conscious. The teen's sudden shake and groan gave him the answer, "That fag put himself on that pole and got stuck!" The room of men laughed at the idea. "He kept blaming a few of the school's football players, swore he knew each of them. Eventually, the town ran him out! We couldn't have some lying queer running around spreading bullshit!"

"What happened to him?" One of the students asked.

"Last I heard he was a used up homeless coke addict living in West Hollywood trading blowjobs for a line of snort." The man chuckled to himself, "Maybe you'll meet him someday, Alex! If he's still alive." Alex lay motionless in a mix of his own sweat, tears, and snot.

Just as the coach finished reminiscing about his glory days, the bell rang to signal the end of class. Unlike typical dismissals, the students didn't want to leave. The coach yanked the bat back out of Alex's used hole and let the man go. The once-tiny pucker was a swollen pink mess. The man just lay there, unable to move.

"Get the fuck up, faggot!" Coach Carter demanded. He watched as Alex struggled to get himself upright. The queer's face was a mess. Slowly, Alex worked his briefs from his mouth.

"I take it you won't want this back." Coach gestured the bat to Chad, who shook his head in disgust.

"The fuck, coach." The man waved his hand in the air, "I don't want any faggot bullshit. Stick a rainbow on it and give it to him! He'll probably continue using it on that blown out twat of his." Coach Carter tossed the baseball bat onto his desk just as Alex finally pulled himself to his feet.

"I'll owe you a new one." He spoke.

"Thank God for diversity education or we wouldn't have got the chance to learn any of this shit!" Michael announced. Alex whimpered as he tried to walk back to his clothes still lying on the floor. A few of the guy's laughed knowing that's exactly what their bitches were going to look like later that evening.

"I suppose you're right, Michael." Carter agreed. "Maybe some of this woke bullshit isn't so bad after all, isn't that right Alex?" The entire class looked at the man who was now struggling to pick up his clothes without falling to the floor. The coach chucked, "Get the hell out of here!" The class began to gather their school supplies and make their way to the door. Each one of them was wearing barely concealed erections as they left.

"Thanks for the fag sex ed lesson!" Devon said, giving his coach a high five as he passed. A few of the students agreed.

"I'd kick his ass after school but I'm afraid my entire foot would get caught in his gapping shithole!" Chad pretended to lunge at Alex, who stumbled back instinctively. A few of the men laughed along with the coach.

"Faggots can be fun, can't they?" Coach Carter was glad he had the chance to educate real men. He considered writing a letter back to the school board thanking them for the opportunity to be a part of the woke agenda. He snicked to himself.

Looking back over to Alex, who was now trying his best to pull on his briefs. He smiled to himself when the gay man's swollen pick cunt puckered as he bent to grab the other leg of his underwear. "What the fuck are you doing?" The gay man stopped with one leg in his briefs and the other halfway there, "I have another fag sex class coming up!"

Alex watched in horror as another round of men entered the room, each with a look of astonishment on their face as they saw his naked form standing at the far end of the classroom. Each student's look of shock disappeared to a hardly concealed laugh as their eyes fell on Alex's barely visible shriveled dick. Alex felt his hand instinctively let go of his briefs, letting them fall back to the floor.

As the last student entered the room and the bell rang again, Coach Carter shut the door. A murmur flowed through the room as the men whispered amongst themselves, confused by the man covered in snot, tears, and drool standing naked in the corner of the room.

"Alright, class, settle down!" Carter belted out, and slowly the room began to fall silent, their eyes still locked on Alex's frail and weakened body. The gay man could see some of their dicks already beginning to stiffen, "Today we're going to discuss fag sex."