Brazilian Blue Ball Soccer Academy- Part 1

(Author's Note: Hey all, a few family emergencies came up in the last few weeks, and I have to put on hold the rewrite of 'Liam's Orgasm Free Life'.  

To make up for it, I'm posting the entireity of one of my old requested Patreon stories, 'Brazilian Blue Ball Soccer Academy', free and in 3 parts.  

It's not up to my current standards, and I don't have any time to do any rewrites of it, so plesae excuse any silliness or typos, but that's all I'll be able to do for a few months, so make it last!  

I'll let you all know when I'm up to re-writing Liam's again, but please don't expect anything for a few months while we get things sorted.  Enjoy this old story, entire and free!

All characters are fictional and over 18 and don't really exist.)

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Rodrigo Almas sprinted down the sideline, sweating and shirtless under the hot Brazilian sun.

The pitch under his cleats was just simple packed dirt- no one in Rodrigo's favela could even think of maintaining grass- and it wasn't even regulation length, crammed as it was between an old car repair shop and the dirty highway.

But the boys of the neighborhood loved that field like a mother, sister and girlfriend all in one, straightening the bent metal beams that stood in for goalposts after every storm, getting on their hands and knees to weed the pitch every Spring- because it was the one place in the whole, crowded, mean city that was theirs. 

And right now, 18-year-old Rodrigo was its king.

“ROD-A ROD-A ROD-A!” his cousin Pedro cheered as the lean, brown-skinned, shirtless  Rodrigo flew by, splitting two skinny defenders with a slashing dribble and a fierce head fake. 

Rodrigo had always had a good head fake.  

He broke into the midfield, and that's when Rodrigo noticed a long, shiny, black limo slowing down on the highway and pulling over next to the field.  He couldn't help but glance at it again as he dribbled towards the far goal.  

No one in his favela could afford a car like that.  

No one in his favela had ever seen a car like that.  Not anywhere except on TV.

Rodrigo shook his head clear as two more defenders closed in, did another head fake, and then got away with a sudden burst of speed.

Rodrigo had always had amazing speed too.  

He dribbled through one, then two, then three, then four defenders as he drove relentlessly towards the other goal.  The crowd of skinny, barefoot younger children in hand-me-down clothes on the sidelines squealed louder and louder as they watched him make person after person miss, the ball seemingly glued to his shoes.  

“ROD-A! ROD-A! ROD-A!” 

But he nearly lost his dribble when he saw the door of the limo open to let a goddess emerge. 

Just like the car, not one man in Rodrigo's favela had ever SEEN a woman like this.  

Not even on TV.

Long, lean, naked legs unfolded from the limo to step out onto tall, naked stiletto heels. 

A black miniskirt stretched so tight over smooth thighs that Rodrigo could see the outline of her hip bones as she stepped out of the car.

Long black hair, great breasts and an amazing face with makeup done like she was going to be on the news, but it was those long legs and tight ass and nude feet that made Rodrigo's body pull in her direction.  His young cock started to stretch under his thin soccer shorts.  

Rodrigo stumbled as he tried to find another way around the mass of defenders now between him and the goal, trying to ignore his own growing penis!  

And even as he juked and dodged and dribbled, he couldn't help but notice the amazing woman- she might be 30, Rodrigo couldn't tell- watching him play, smirking at him behind her expensive sunglasses.

His cock started to stiffen even faster.

Rodrigo wiped the sweat from his forehead and pushed to the other side of the field, trying to force it to go down-

This never happened!

Not while playing football!

It must have been HER doing!!!  

The shirtless Rodrigo was fully sweating now- and his erection was getting more and more obvious under his shorts, sticking out and bobbing in front of him as he dribbled!  He heard some younger girls on the sidelines- girls only a few years removed from being flat-chested tomboys who he would have sent home with a quick spank on their rears if they were bothering his soccer practice- now start to giggle as they noticed it.

“Oh meu Deus!” Maria gasped to her friend Camila.  “He's getting...

“Stiff!” her friend finished, giggling too!  “SO stiff!”  

Rodrigo groaned, his face so red, his cock bobbing so tight and hard in front of him!  

He couldn't take it any more!

He saw his opening-

In a brilliant move, Rodrigo slashed between two defenders then rocketed the ball towards the goal with a booming kick-

It was a shot he had hit a thousand times before-

Literally a thousand times, on the brick wall behind his father's car repair shop every night- 

Everyone in sight held their breath as the shot bent towards the upper left corner of the goal-

-and bounced hard off the goalpost, missing going in by just a few inches.

Maria and Camila laughed as Rodrigo's cock got fully hard, his veins pulsing and his shaft throbbing in time with the vibrating goalpost- as if they were attached!  The blushing boy gasped and fell to his knees, covering his tenting crotch with both hands!  Anytime else, the touch of his hands on his virgin penis in such a state would have had him immediately shooting off rope after rope of hot, orgasmic release.  

But of course, the Sex Magic which had recently taken over the world blocked that. 

And Rodrigo heard the impossibly sexy long-legged woman from the limo laugh to her bodyguard as his helpless eighteen-year-old erection throbbed and gushed pre-cum all over the front of his thin soccer shorts.  

“Very good,” she chuckled, her voice somehow right in his ear.  “I think I'll take him.”  

***

The woman's name was Raquel. 

“Raquel Carvalho,” she told Rodrigo's parents fifteen minutes later, sitting in their cramped but clean kitchen, she on one side of their wooden dining table, his parents on the other, Rodrigo on a stool off to the side.  In the cramped, airless space with its windows closed against the midday heat, both of Rodrigo's parents were lightly sweating.  But if the heat touched Raquel at all, she didn't show it. 

Her amazing legs were directly in Rodrigo's view, hidden under the table to his conservative parents, but turned right towards him, even as she faced and spoke with his parents.  Rodrigo felt his heart pound every time the tall woman shifted her long crossed legs in that short mini-skirt, seemingly unaware of the affect her smooth muscles and nude foot dangling a stiletto were having on the sweating boy!

“And I am the head recruiter for the Ascension Futbol Academy in Sao Paulo,” she finished, pulling a glossy brochure from her briefcase to hand to his parents.   

“Meu Deus!” his mother gasped, looking up at his standing father.  “Ascension!  That is-”

“One of the top soccer academies in the country,” the burly mechanic said, using a rag to wipe his still oil-stained fingers before touching the brochure.  Rodrigo had run to get him right out of the shop, per Raquel's bodyguard's barked instructions.  

“In the world,” she corrected his father.  “We make stars at Ascension.  Stars for the Brazilian national team, for AC Milan, for Real Madrid.  Stars who will win multiple World Cups some day!  We have the best facilities, the best medical care, the best competition in the age bracket.  And I think I'd like to invite your son Rodrigo to join us.”  

“Meu Deus!” his mother gasped again, making the sign of the Cross in front of her chest, then pulling a small silver crucifix from under the collar of her dress and kissing it.  “This was something- something we had dreamed about for years!”

But his father coughed.  “It was.  In the past.”  

“Joeseph!” his mother snapped.  “Of course we will send him!”

“Ana,” the burly man growled back, just barely loud enough for Rodrigo to hear.  He was blushing slightly too, something Rodrigo had rarely seen him do!  “The shop has been slow this month.  It will be tight making rent, even without a new tuition to manage-”

“Oh, I promise it will be worth his time,” Raquel laughed, crossing her long legs under the table again, making Rodrigo gulp and grab a placemat to hold over his growing lap!  “We just had a cancellation and I am very eager to get a young new player into my rotation for the new semester.  And I heard these rumors from Rodrigo's old school... about an amazing soccer prodigy out here in the favelas, with the speed of Pele and the control of Messi, who just disappeared one semester...”

“We had to pull Rodrigo from that school,” his father added, now even more embarassed.  “They suddenly raised their tuition fifteen percent last year, and I needed Rodrigo's help in the shop, and we just couldn't-” 

“Of course, of course, I totally understand,” Raquel said, reaching out to touch the man's rough hand, calming him.  “But we are very interested in having your son at Ascension.  So how about I offer him... free tution, for his first two years?”

His mother gasped, crossing herself again.  

“And I suppose we can even throw in...”  Raquel thought.  “...a tax-free stipend of, let's say, 2000 reals a month?  To offset the loss of not having Rodrigo at the family business while he trains?”  

Now all three of the Almas' gasped.

The casual 'stipend' she had just thrown out, was more than his father earned each month!

Rodrigo shook his head.  That would certainly make things a lot easier around the house!  They could afford to finally fix the leaking roof, to buy his younger sister Maria some new clothes for school, to make sure she could actually finish high school, unlike Rodrigo-

But still, he had heard rumors about this academy-

“Well then, that's the money issue settled,” Raquel laughed, then pulled another brochure from her briefcase, similiar to the one she had given his mother, and handed it to Rodrigo.  “It will be a lot of hot, sweaty work, but how does that look, young man?”

He fumbled with the smooth, glossy paper under his fingers, not opening it.  “Well, um, I'm sure it's fine!  But I don't know if, I'm, um- quite ready to, um, compete against-”

Raquel nodded at the brochure in his hands.  “You should really look inside before making your decision, young man.”

Confused, Rodrigo did.  

His brochure had the same outside as the one she had given his parents, down to the overwrought school crest on the front and the photo of sharp young men fighting over a header on the back.

But while the insides of his parents' brochures showed clean, empty soccer fields of emerald grass, clean, empty classrooms with good lighting and computers at every desk, and clean, empty locker rooms with modern massage tables and showers, the inside of Rodrigo's showed the same scenes full of people. 

Specifically, full of young, smiling, and nearly-naked Brazilian girls. 

There were photos of cute, agile girls with bare thighs and long, free-flowing black hair playing soccer on those emerald fields, their shorts so short they actually revealed the lower curves of their tanned rears as they stretched for the ball-

Photos of cute girls with glasses, long socks and very short schoolgirl skirts in those  classrooms teaching all sorts of subjects to the boys, even though the smiling students seemed much more interested in studying the top half of the teacher's breasts as she leaned her desk over to explain something-

And those modern, clean locker rooms-

-were full of smiling, barefoot, naked girls wearing nothing more than glittery body paint over their hard nipples and smooth shaved pussies, beckoning boys into the showers with a smile and a crooked finger, their tall, young, tanned bodies and full breasts and bare asses all wet and glistening and just waiting for Rodrigo's mouth and penis to explore!

And written above the shower entrance, in big, bold paint, were the words: 

'If you win... you get us!'

Rodrigo gasped and slammed the brochure down onto the growing tent in his crotch, before he got too hard again!  

His heart was pounding- 

This couldn't be true! 

It was just like the stories!

Raquel laughed at the sweating boy, still gently dangling her tiny stiletto off her perfectly painted, naked toes.  “So?  Like what you see?”

Rodrigo's cock was growing quickly under his cupped hands!  

Thankfully, his mother seemed to suddenly remember something right at that moment. 

“Raquel, we are thankful- very thankful!- for your generous offer,” she said, frowning, “but I think I remember, hearing some stories about Ascenscion...”

“Yes?” the tall woman turned to her, still dangling her heel off her naked foot for Rodrigo.

His mother didn't seem to know how to say this!  “...Well, I hear on the news... and the other mothers tell stories... that in big cities like Sao Paolo... sometimes women- grown women- use Magia Sexual on boys Rodrigo's age, even if they do not know them!”

“Sex Magic?” Raquel laughed, translating the folk term into plain speak.  “I assure you, Mrs. Almas, Ascension Academy upholds only the strictest morals to take care of your son while he is away.  At the school, girls and boys sleep in totally separate dorms, separated by a long field and guarded, 24 hours a day.  And we have administrators like me, making sure no sex magic from women in the surrounding towns is used on the boys, ever!  And of course, the only spells we cast at Ascension are to make sure none of our male students pleasure themselves illicitly in their dorms, at night, or in the showers.” 

His mother's eyes got big.  “Pleasure themselves?!  You mean that-”

“Masturbation is a sin in the eyes of God is it not?” Raquel said, pulling her own, smaller, gold crucifix out of the deep valley of her cleavage on a gold chain to show to the woman and then kiss.  “And finally, God has given us a way to protect young boys like Rodrigo from committing that horrible sin upon themselves and so we use it, always and across the board!  No male at Ascension is allowed to sin in that way against himself, day or night, for all of their four years with us!” 

Rodrigo's mother, a stunning woman herself in her youth, swallowed hard, as if trying to digest the words.  “All... four... years...”  

Her forehead seemed to glisten a little more and she quickly wiped it with a napkin before speaking, now a little red-faced herself!  “Well!  That will certainly be a good... change for Rodrigo!” she gulped, fidgeting with the napkin in her hands.  “It will help him... keep his mind on his studies, like a good boy should!”

Raquel nodded, smirking.  “Yes.  That's what we've found too.”

But now his father was the one swallowing hard!  “But certainly there must be some... allowances made...”

“Oh, do not worry, Mr. Almas, we have a full medical staff monitoring all our boys every day, so be assured- maintaining their health is our top priority!  And trust me, the boys will be too busy with other pursuits to have to worry about self-sinning.  Rodrigo, perhaps you hand your brochure to your father, so that he can see?”

Gulping, Rodrigo did, and watched his father's eyes get big behind his mother's back!

Raquel reached over and touched the man's rough hand again.  “Mr. Almas, if you have any questions about what you see there, my number is at the bottom of the brochure.  Feel free to call me any time, day or night, and we can talk privately about what exactly we do at Ascension, to make these boys the best soccer players in the world.  Okay?”

Rodrigo saw his father subtly adjust his jeans, blushing as he did!  “Yes.  Perhaps... I might!”

But his own mind was swirling.

No masturbation?!

For FOUR whole years?!

For a chance to bed those stunning supermodel girls...

Did he believe in himself enough to take that risk?

“The only question,” Raquel laughed, getting the recruitment contracts out of her briefcase,  “is if Rodrigo has the cahones to stick to our training program.”

***

In the end, the contracts were signed.  Bags were quickly packed and tearful goodbyes quickly said.  Rodrigo's mother worried about putting him on a treacherous 8 hour bus ride to get to the school, but Raquel simply laughed.  

“Of course he will go with me in my limo,” she said, signalling her bodyguards.  “I was heading that direction anyway!”  

This led to another round of frantic hugs all around, even his younger sister Maria, who was still giggling about the boner Rodrigo had gotten in the lunchtime game, hugged him close and whispered in his ear: 'Make sure to be a good boy at school, big brother.”

And that's when he felt it again- 

That little tickle inside the head of his denied penis-

That quick tightening of the muscles around the root of his cock-

Which meant he was quickly getting another hard, uncontrollable boner!

Rodrigo quickly blurted out his last goodbyes and ducked into the back of Raquel's limo, before his family could notice!  Her bodyguard sat in the front with the driver, meaning she and Rodrigo were alone behind the privacy partition, on two wide leather seats facing each other.  Raquel closed the door and they were truly alone in the quiet, air-conditioned space.  

She smirked down at his tenting crotch as the car began to move.  

“Aww, does that happen often- your 'little Rod-A' getting hot and stiff for your little sister?”  

Rodrigo gasped and covered his lap with his duffle bag!  

“No, never!” he stammered, blushing harder, as his penis rose like an unstoppable force!  

“Sure it doesn't,” the gorgeous woman laughed, slipping off her high heels to get comfortable for the trip.  Now her slim, perfectly arched feet were totally nude as she stretched and crossed her long, naked legs in front of him!  “Come now, it's just us two here,” she laughed.  “How often does cute little Maria cast spells on you?”

Rodrigo shook his head, even as his penis erected much faster than it normally did!  

“Never!  She's- too young- to have Powers yet!”  

“She'll get them soon,” Raquel laughed, unbuttoning her suit jacket.  “She has that look about her.  Your mother then?”

“No!  She never uses magic- she says- the Church is against it!”

The gorgeous woman laughed again.  “So you've never had any spells cast on you?”

He was fully erect under his duffle bag now, the ring of his cock tightening, blood pumping even harder, making him stiff, supernaturally hard- just like he had felt on the soccer field at lunch!

“Are you doing this?!” he gasped, knowing he was leaking pre-cum all over the front of his shorts again!  “With your Magia?!”

Raquel laughed and crossed her impossibly long tanned legs again, her tight black miniskirt riding up even higher now, nearly exposing the sides of her hips!  “And what do you know of Sex Magic?”

Rodrigo blushed, trying so hard to look at her face, and not her amazing nude legs just across the car from him!  “Just what we hear on the news... in the cities, some women... are not afraid to walk around at night any more, even in the most crime-filled areas!”  

“No, no,” the barefoot woman laughed.  “What do you know personally about it?”

He was blushing so hard!  

In the tight, intimate confines of the car, Rodrigo could smell her light, expensive perfume. 

It smelled like a kiss to the back of his brain. 

“Just that... sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night... in a full sweat, with my, my...”

“Penis,” the smirking woman prompted. 

“...my penis- very hard for no reason!” 

Raquel smiled.  “A nearby older woman having a little fun by herself in her bed, no doubt.  What else?”

The boy stammered, trying not to think about which of his neighbors it could have been!  “And some mornings.... in the shower, I find myself...”  

“Unable to cum for no reason?” Raquel laughed.  “No matter how hard you try?”

“Yes!” Rodrigo admitted, making the gorgeous older woman laugh again.

“Amazing,” she chuckled, shaking her head.  She pulled her phone out of her jacket pocket, starting to check her emails.  “Not only do you seem to be a very skilled soccer player with amazing quickness, you also seem to be especially sensitive to Sex Magic.  That will make your training so much easier.” 

The blushing Rodrigo gulped, sweating even as the air-conditioned car took him further and further from his home.  After a few long minutes, he swallowed.  

“Is... is it true?”

“Is what true?”

“Do you really... use Magia to take away students' ability to... masturbate?”

“A little white lie for your mother,” the older woman admitted.  “Masturbation actually has a very motivating effect for our young boys and their coaches.  At Ascension, you may masturbate as much as your coaches let you.”

Rodrigo relaxed.  

“We simply take away your ability to achieve orgasms.” 

“Orgasms?!”

She laughed, finally looking up from her phone.  “What?  Did you want to go one last time, before we arrive?  You can do it right now, here in front of me, if you wish.” 

The red-faced boy gasped, even as his untouched erection twitched, dying to be stroked!  “NO!  That's okay!” 

The tall, former-nude-model laughed, taking off her tight jacket to remain only in her crisp white dress shirt, sinking back into her soft leather seat for the trip.

“Good.  You were blocked the moment you signed that contract, so you wouldn't have done anything but make yourself more frustrated.  You might as well get some sleep before we arrive.”   

He shook his head, grabbing his duffle bag harder.  “No, I think I'll-”

“I said, sleep,” the woman laughed, waving her fingers at Rodrigo's face, and he felt his eyelids drooping, even as his cock throbbed harder!

“No... I... wha-”

“Too easy,” the woman chuckled again, going back to her phone.  

Rodrigo felt his head drooping, his eyelids becoming too heavy, even as his penis strained and ached to be touched!

And then his world went black.

***

Rodrigo dreamt of licking Raquel's pussy.

He dreamt of diving across the small space between them and throwing his head deep between those glorious carmel-brown thighs, feeling the soft but hard muscles of her long legs clench around his ears as he licked licked licked this glorious goddess, his painful cock untouched and forgotten.  

He dreamt of being nude at her beck and call at all times, never allowed to wear clothes, never allowed to touch himself, never allowed to forget that it was her who had taken those rights from him.

He dreamt of crouching nude under her wide expensive desk, licking between her thighs, her dripping panties drowning him as he licked and swallowed to try and keep up with the river of her juices, his hands tied behind his back as his helpless, hard penis twitched and dripped and danced under her spell, never ever cumming again, as Raquel laughed and completed some important business deal on the phone... 

The limo stopping jolted Rodrigo awake.

He rubbed his eyes, unsure.  

He was still lying back in his seat, his duffle bag beside him, his cock impossibly hard and still tenting his thin soccer shorts.  Raquel was still sitting across from him, in her white shirt and mini skirt, working on her phone, deep in thought.

Except her long naked leg was now stretched across the small space, so that her nude foot pressed against the hard tent in his crotch, kneading and massaging his straining cock with her nimble, red-painted toes.  

“Oh GOD!” Rodrigo cried, almost starting to cum!  

Raquel casually pulled her foot away as the boy's hips started to buck.  “Oh good. You're awake.” 

But Rodrigo was gasping, thrusting his hips into the air, seeking her touch, anything!  His cock was steel hard, his balls pulling tight, every male instinct of a million years telling him to thrust, to cum- but he couldn't quite get over the edge- 

He was blocked!

“Ahhh-AHHHHHHH!”  

The tall woman laughed, watching the gasping boy get edged harder and closer than he had ever been in his young life, leaving him a blushing, sweating, red-faced mess!  She slipped her feet back into her high heels and checked her makeup in a mirror.  “Have any fun dreams while you were out?”

And that made him blush the reddest of them all!

“What- you- whyyy??!” he demanded.  

“Denying orgasms doesn't just motivate the boys,” she laughed as the blushing boy came down from his edging.  “Your lust charges us women as well- like a fresh shot of cappachino, right to my soul!”  She winked at him.  “Perfect thing after a long car trip.”

Rodrigo was gasping, red-faced, blushing, with even bigger blue balls than before!  “But-” 

Raquel held her hand up to cut off his protests.  “Take a look outside.  We're here.” 

Still blushing at how the older woman had taken advantage of his manhood while he slept, Rodrigo did turn to watch the limo pass through a clanking metal gate and drive into a high mountain valley, with cleaner air than found in any city.  

And just past the gate, soccer fields stretched in every direction and they were just as beautiful as the brochure promised- soft green grass as far as he could see, cut perfectly flat, with sharp chalk lines and regulation sized goals on every field!  And on those beautiful fields-

Girls!  

Beautiful girls!

Tall, sexy, athletic-

And playing head to head against the boys!

Raquel smiled.  “A little bit different from what you're used to, hmmm?” 

And she laughed as she sensed his denied cock twitch, seeing girls his own age!

“Y... yes!” the boy gulped, blushing as he tented! 

Rodrigo had thought it a marketing gimmick, showing sexy female soccer players on that brochure- surely they could never be as fast or strong as men- but these girls on the fields were cutting and passing and sprinting down the sidelines as fast as anyone he had seen at his old school!

And their long black hair flowing free behind them-

Their tight soccer shorts over equally tight butts and their long legs in tight knee-high socks, it stirred something inside him that Rodrigo had never felt...

He gulped, swallowing as he turned back towards Raquel.  “Is it true,” he gulped, “that the girls here... give themselves... to whomever wins the matches?”

“ 'If you win... you get us'?” Raquel laughed.  “I made them put that line in the brochure, you know.  The other members of the board thought it too direct.  But I knew how to reach young, red-blooded boys like you.”

And as she spoke, Rodrigo felt it-

A magic finger flick the head of his hard cock!

Right through his clothes!

“Ah!”

Raquel grinned.  “Each girl has her own standards, but in general, yes.  We only accept female students who are very enthusiastic about making sure our winning boys get all the pussy they want.”

Rodrigo's cock jumped again, hearing this older woman say that dirty word!

Raquel chuckled, feeling his heart race as the limo drove by field after field of young, scantily dressed soccer-playing girls.  “Now, to figure out which team to put you on...” she mused, watching the boy's eyes grow, as he tried to look at every girl on the field at once!  “Which team to put you on...”  

She ordered the driver to stop the limo and snapped for Rodrigo to get out and walk with her.  

He did, covering the aching tent in his shorts with his duffle bag, trying to force it to go down, before one of the girls spotted it and he became the laughing stock of the school!  Rodrigo tried to think of other things as they toured the fields!  

They passed a field of tall, long haired girls in tight blue jerseys and short shorts- more like tight panties really!  Their legs were thin and long, and their heavy tits bounced as the tall, long-legged models in blue jerseys let a boy tackle the ball away from them, just giggling as he did.  

Rodrigo's cock responded, even as his face frowned at their sloppy technique.

“Too silly,” Raquel agreed, leaving them behind.  “How about...” 

On the next field, a gang of strong, tough, attractive women with short haircuts and red jerseys grunted and fought for position with the boys on their team, pushing boys out of the way, using sharp knees and elbows to challenge and fight for every single loose ball, their strong legs flexing-

Rodrigo gulped and his actually cock wilted a little!

“Too rough?” Raquel laughed, sensing his cock droop.  “Okay, how about...” 

She turned him around one more time and Rodrigo was awestruck. 

A graceful girl in a green jersey dribbled smoothly around one boy, then another, her long black hair shining behind her in the sun, her tanned legs smooth and strong and long and perfect.  She didn't have the biggest breasts or perfect makeup, but she was cute and hot and sexy all the same, in short green shorts that barely covered her tight ass and a tied off shirt that showed off her hard, flat, sexy abs!  Her tight ass and smaller breasts bounced as she moved like a dancer through the male defenders, strong but graceful and sexy and lithe-

Rodrigo found his cock throbbing AND his heart pounding!  

“That's a winner,” Raquel laughed, pushing him forward.  “Welcome to team Green Dragon!  Come, I will introduce you to your new coach.”  

“Coach?!” he stumbled, following after her, still holding his bag over his tenting crotch.  He looked around for an older gray-haired man with a whistle and clipboard, but saw none. “I don't see a-”

“Jordana!” Raquel yelled across the field to the dancer.  “Come meet your newest star!” 

Rodrigo couldn't believe it!  This girl- maybe only a year or two older than him- passed the ball to a green-wearing teammate and jogged over to meet them!

“Surely she cannot be my coach!” he gasped, feeling his cock quickly start to go soft!

“And why not?” Raquel laughed back.  “Half the students at Ascencsion are female.  And while the boys are busy preparing their bodies in the weight room or the track, we are busy training the next generation of women to manage and train the boys, as their bosses or coaches.  It is a perfect fit!”  

“But a girl- a woman- cannot know as much about futbol as a boy who has played it!”

“And why not?” the girl shot back, shocking Rodrigo with how quickly she had appeared at their side!  She stopped and took in his taped up duffle bag and threadbare clothes.  “I've certainly been playing soccer longer and at a higher level than you.” 

Rodrigo hadn't realized she was within earshot already!  

Now he could see her sharp dark eyebrows, her small nose, her piercing green eyes and red cheeks flushed with exertion-

She was even more beautiful up close!  

Rodrigo blushed, unable to look at her in the face!  “I'm sorry!  I didn't know you could hear-”

The beautiful green-jerseyed girl ignored him, looked him up and down and talking only to Raquel.  

“Too small,” she snapped to the older woman.  “I asked you to bring me a tall striker, a Ronaldo who could dominate headers in front of the goal, and you bring me this... midget?”

“Hey!” 

“Well, he's definitely not a Ronaldo,” Raquel admitted.  “But he is very quick, with a great foot, so maybe he could be a Messi for you instead?”  In her high heels, the taller woman looked down at the smaller boy.  “Well, maybe a mini-Messi...”

“I'm not that short!” Rodrigo shot back, blushing.  At five-foot-seven, he had always been one of the smallest boys on every traveling team he had been on!  “And I'm quick!”

“Too small,” Jordana repeated, flipping her long black hair out of her face as she turned away.  “Too skinny.  And too slow.”  

At that, Rodrigo threw down his duffle bag, starting to take off his tennis shoes.  

The girl turned back around, looking at him.  “What are you doing?”

“I may be a lot of things,” he snapped, putting on his cleats with force.  “But no one has ever called me too slow.  Come challenge me!”

Jordana laughed.  “You're going to take me on?  Without any warm-up?”

“Of course!” he shot back, feeling his heart pound as he laced up his cleats.  “Unless you are too scared!” 

“Fine!” the girl laughed, leading him back towards the green field.  “And when I win, you're going back to your poor town, tied up and naked, in the back of Raquel's trunk!”

***

The green team cleared a spot for the duel in front of the goal.  

One of them- a tall, African-looking boy with skin as dark as night- kicked a ball over to Rodrigo while others put some cones up.

“You have to stay within the cones,” Jordana said, putting her long hair up into a tight pony-tail.  “You have three chances to score against me.  If I knock the ball away, I win.  If I force you outside the cones, I win.  And if you fail to score three times in a row, I'm sending you back to your tiny little frog-swallowing town, butt naked in the back of Raquel's car!”  

“Yeah yeah,” Rodrigo said, acting bored as he used his cleats to get a feel for the ball.  But in reality, his heart was pounding out of his chest- but he couldn't let anyone else see that!  

He just had to do what he had practiced for so many years!

The ball is more inflated than back home, he thought.  It will be bouncy and harder to control-

And the goal is much bigger-

But no goalie-

But the cones are so restrictive- 

It would be like having a knife fight in a phone booth!  

He took a deep breath.  

“I'm ready.” 

Jordana laughed and got into a defensive position in front of him.  “Then let's go, midget!”

Rodrigo moved to his right, the ball on his shoes-

And she moved right with him, tackling the ball away and out of bounds!

“Too slow!” she laughed as she got up and dusted off her legs, with Rodrigo in shock.  

This girl- she had reacted faster than any boy he had ever played with!

Rodrigo gulped as the laughing African boy kicked another ball to him.  His heart was racing, his adrenaline pumping, and he found himself lightly sweating again!

“Chance two,” Jordana said, with a competitive grin.  “Make it good, or you're going home butt naked, with your tiny little pinto locked up in a little steel cage!”

Rodrigo gulped.  His dick, which had gone totally soft with the nerves of playing for his entire future, started to twitch again!  

And far off to the side, Raquel 'hmm'-ed thoughtfully to herself, rubbing her chin.  

Rodrigo took a deep breath and rocketed off to the right, just like before-

But then did a fierce head fake and spun back to his left-

Jordana was a little thrown off, but matched him after a step-

At the edge of the cones Rodrigo turned to protect the ball and their bodies were rubbing, her front against his back, as she tried to push him out of bounds or knock the ball away-

Rodrigo could feel her small breasts pressing against his back, smell her light body scent, feel her hot breath tickle the back of his neck as she pushed against him again and again, trying to find a hole in his defense- 

-and he started getting hard again!

Rodrigo panicked and did a spin move and kicked it hard towards the goal...

...and missed it wide by a mile.

“Just one more chance left!” Jordana laughed as the boy blushed, having missed an open goal!  “And then I'll strip you naked right here on this field,” she added, playing to the crowd, “and spank your naked ass red with a switch, and send you home naked and helpless, with your helpless little pinto locked up in the smallest cock cage I can find!”

The watching boys hooted and elbowed each other's ribs as Rodrigo just blushed.

His cock, already responding from feeling her body against him, started getting harder, faster!

He quickly turned away- he was going to lose, and get sent home with nothing!!!

Off to the side, Raquel called out: “Just do what you did back at home, lover boy!”  

And he felt her Magia Sexual stiffening his cock from the inside again, his penis erecting very quickly and totally outside of his control!

“Stop that!” he begged her.  

“Come on already!” Jordana huffed from behind him, crouching down for another defense.  “I don't have all day!”

“Trust me!” Raquel laughed back, and he felt his cock get even harder, faster!

“Oh GOD!” the boy gulped, hiding his crotch with his hands!

He had to act, before he got fully hard in his shorts!

Turning around, Rodrigo took off with the ball at a sprint, surprising Jordana with how sharply he moved-

He got to the edge of the cones but now she was a full step behind-

He did a brilliant stop and go, all as his cock got harder and harder-

She was rubbing up against his body again, her hips pressing against his butt as she tried to force him out of bounds-

Rodrigo gulped as he felt his cock throbbing, fully hard in front of him again!

Rodrigo screamed and did a brilliant spin move, the ball glued to his shoes- 

Jordana lost her footing-

-he reared back and rocketed the ball towards the goal-

There was no goalie, so he shot it an inch lower-

And the ball bounced off the underside of the crossbeam-

-to hit the back of the net, hard.

“GOOOOAAALLL!” the tall African boy laughed from the sideline, raising his arms, and Rodrigo cried out as he felt his painfully hard cock vibrating, in time with the ringing goal posts again!

He stared daggers over at Raquel, who just shrugged with a 'Who, me?' look.

“Do that again!” Jordana demanded, getting the ball passed back to her and slamming it angrily down in front of Rodrigo again, who was covering his crotch with both hands!

“What?”

“Kick that shot again, from this spot, again!” Jordana demanded.  “To prove it wasn't just your dumb luck!”

“But-”

“Yes yes, you have a stupid boner,” she spat, waving at his hands.  “All you stupid boys get them!  But you better hit that exact same shot, from this exact same spot, or else you're not going to be on my team this year!” 

Blushing, Rodrigo lined up the shot again, and- red faced- let his hands drop away from his crotch, as he needed to do the movement exactly as he had practiced it! 

The crowd of green jerseyed boys and a few green-shirted girls laughed at his obvious erection!

His steel-hard cock wobbling in front of him, he reared back and booted the kick again, hard and sure-

And it bounced off the bottom of the crossbeam in the same exact spot, finding the net again!

The African boy on the sidelines was losing his mind.  “HOW is he DOING that?!” he laughed to the other boys in green jerseys, who were cheering too!  “His foot is MAGNETIC!”

“Again!” Jordana demanded, and Rodrigo kicked it and bounced into the goal again, just as before.  

“How are you doing that?!” she now demanded.  “You can't be getting this lucky, three times in a row!”

Rodrigo blushed harder, covering his crotch in front of this fiery, demanding girl!

She was even more beautiful, with her passions up!  

“I... I practice it!” he admitted, his helpless cock throbbing, behind his cupped hands.  

“You practice bouncing goal shots off the crossbeams?” she demanded.  

“Goalies don't like guarding up there,” he explained, still hard!  “And if I make it look like it will go over the goal, they sometimes let it pass, thinking it will bounce out, and...” 

“Such a reckless, stupid shot!” Jordana spat, shaking her head, letting her long, beautiful, black hair out of its ponytail again.  She let her hair down, shaking it out.  “I'm not going to trust my team's offense to some showoff who practices a trick shot three times and then thinks he's Messi-”  

“I've practiced it a thousand times,” Rodrigo interrupted.  

“What?” 

“A thousand times.”

“In the last year?”

“No,” he gulped.  She had stepped forward, and he could smell her light, feminine scent again!  “A thousand times.  Every day.”  

Jordana narrowed her eyes.  “Bullshit.”

“Five hundred shots every morning, on the brick wall behind my father's car repair shop,” Rodrigo admitted.  “I drew a goal with paint, regulation size.  I know exactly which brick to hit, to make it bounce in.  Five hundred times in the morning, before I have to go help my father in the shop.  Then five hundred shots at night, after my evening chores.”  The poor boy blushed!  “It used to get too dark before I could finish, so I... wired an illegal street light in above the wall, so I could keep kicking shots in the darkness, until I got my thousand for the day.”  

Jordana looked at him, her eyes moving up and down his skinny, blushing body again. 

“One thousand shots?  Every day?”

Gulping, he nodded.  “For the last year at least.”  

Still shaking her head, the girl turned to Raquel.  “Fine.  I'll take him.”

***

With the sun already setting, Jordana sighed and blew her whistle, calling for an end to practice.  Some of the boys started rounding up the kicked soccer balls, others picking up cones all across the wide field.  The five or so female coaches starting getting their bags and purses.  

Next to her, Rodrigo gulped, still covering his crotch with two hands!  “You don't have to stop early, just because of me!”

“Don't I?” she said.  “After that little demonstration, none of these burros will be able concentrate on anything except trying to do trick shots off the beams.”  

“We love you too, Juicy!” the tall African boy laughed, jogging out to pick up the far cones.

Jordana laughed back, putting her hair back up in a loose ponytail, then looking down at Rodrigo's still covered crotch.  “So... do you get a raging boner every time you play?”

“NO!”

“He has every time I've seen him,” Raquel laughed, walking over in her heels. 

Rodrigo flushed hotly, covering his crotch even harder!  “NO!  It was just-”  

Feeling Jordana rub up against him-

Her body pressing against his, like an eager lover-

“-sex magic!” he gulped, feeling his face heat up!  

Jordana looked at him.  “Sure it was.”

“Well I think it's adorable!” a tall girl with a squeaky voice laughed, coming up behind them both.  Like Jordana, she wore a green jersey, tight white shorts and a whistle.  But while their head coach was sexy but athletic with a tight, compact body, this new girl was a tall model, all legs and big boobs and round ass!  She looked to Rodrigo like she should be smiling in a thong bikini, selling boats at a trade show!  The giggly, big-breasted model ran her fingers through the hair on the back of Rodrigo's head.  “He's so excited to be playing, he can't help but get a stiffy.”

“Of course you do, Isabella,” Jordana sighed.  “My assistant coach,” she explained to Rodrigo.

“Um... hi!” he gulped.  

By now, the other coaches had walked over.  Rodrigo was surrounded by long tanned legs, athletic butts and long black hair.  And having tall Isabella with her huge, barely concealed cleavage rubbing his hair wasn't making losing his erection any easier!  

Having collected all the cones, flags and balls, the other boys on the green team were now gathering around him as well.

“Hey man, great show back there, great show!  I'm Dario, midfield!” the tall, skinny African boy laughed, coming up to Rodrigo, then clapping the smaller boy on the back.  “But they call me Beanpole, because, well, you know.”  He indicated his height, which was nearly a foot taller than Rodrigo.  

“Good to meet you!” the blushing Rodrigo gulped, still hard behind his cupped hands!  

“And I am Kusak,” a stock boy a bit taller but much thicker than Rodrigo said.  “Defense.”

“You definitely look strong enough for defense!” Rodrigo gulped, not shaking his hand either!

“That's why they call me The Anvil,” the lighter-skinned Kusak laughed, flexing his huge biceps.  “Because I break strikers.”

“Anvil dominates in front of our goal, and Beanpole is in the midfield to contest headers and throw-ins,” Jordana explained.  “But we've needed a striker with a good foot for a while, maybe you can be it.”  She turned to Raquel.  “Anything else I need to know about him?”

“Extra sensitive to Sex Magic, hasn't cum in about 3 days, has a naughty little crush on his  younger sister, and a quite strong leg and foot fetish,” the older woman rattled off, without even looking up from her phone.

Rodrigo gasped as the girls and even the boys laughed loudly.  She had been able to tell all of that- with just her Powers?!

“Oh, and if I'm not mistaken,” Raquel added, looking up with a grin, “he's a complete virgin.” 

Rodrigo's jaw dropped, as the girls and boys around him laughed even harder!  “No I'm NOT!”

“A handsome boy like you, a virgin?!” Isabella laughed in her squeaky voice, running her fingers through Rodrigo's hair again.  “No way!”

“Yeah man- how can you not get laid, with a foot like that?” Beanpole laughed, punching the shorter boy's shoulder.  “You had to be getting some back in high school!”  

Rodrigo was gasping in humilation!  “It's... there wasn't time... I was too focused on soccer!”

“Well if I had seen you make a few goals like that for my high school, I would have DEFINITELY sucked off your hard cock, right in the locker room after the game!” Isabella laughed, touching Rodrigo's arm.  “And one of my girlfriends and I would probably have snuck into your room one night, stripped totally naked and tied ourselves up with little red bows, and given ourselves to you when you got home from winning the championship game!”  

Rodrigo's heart was pounding!

With her huge breasts spilling out of her low cut jersey, long legs and amazing butt, the bubbly girl looked like the sexiest weather girls he had ever seen on Brazilian TV!  He would never have had the confidence to approach a girl like this, only guiltily masturbate to her in the shower!!

“Well that's why he's here, isn't it?” Raquel laughed, winking at the boy.  “To get the rewards he deserves, right?”  

Rodrigo's hard cock sprung even harder behind his hands, even as he was trying to deflate it!

“Hey, the little guy needs a nickname!” Beanpole laughed, punching Rodrigo's shoulder again.  “All good Brazilian soccer players have a nickname!”

“Yes,” Anvil agreed, looking him over.  “Perhaps we call him... Midget?”

Rodrigo blushed again!  “No!  But they called me Rod-A at my old schoo-”

“Boooooooring,” Beanpole laughed.  “It can't just be a shorter version of your own name!”

“How about- Pole Goal?” another boy suggested.

“Magnet!” a different boy laughed. 

“Clang!”

But Raquel was smirking, slowly looking at the blushing, erect, embarassed Rodrigo.  “Well, with that cute smooth face, long eyelashes, and if he's going to get a nice stiff hard-on every time he plays... I think a good nickname would be... Lover Boy.”

“NO!” Rodrigo cried, but the other boys had already started cheering it right away.  “NO-”

“Lover Boy!  Lover Boy!  Lover Boy!”

“Perfect!” Isabella squealed, reaching over to drop a big wet kiss on the blushing boy's cheek.  “It's even funnier- because he's a total virgin!!!”  

Jordana shook her head, as the giggly, long-legged Isabella led the coaches back towards the girls' dorm.  “Whatever,” the head coach said.  “I don't care what you call him, as long as he scores tomorrow.  Make sure you boys get him prepared for tomorrow- you've all got a big day ahead of you!”

***

“What did she mean, a big day?” Rodrigo gulped, as Beanpole lead him into the boys' dorm.  

It was a long, modern new building with four floors.  Green team was on the ground floor, in a long single room with wide beds against the walls and a large, communal shower and bathroom at the far end. 

“The weekly tournament of course!” the tall African boy laughed, kicking off his cleats and shorts.  “Where we play the other three teams at the school and the winner-” 

“-gets all the free pussy they want!” Anvil whooped, ripping off his tight jersey to reveal a very ripped, muscular torso.  “From all our coaches, and girls in the school!”

“And blowjobs after every practice!” another boy cheered, also getting naked.  

“Fucking two girls in a hot tub all night!”

“No condoms- you can cum anywhere you want!”

Rodrigo gulped, as the nineteen laughing, buck naked boys all headed off to the huge group shower at the end of the room.  He quickly stripped and joined them, not wanting to make a scene on his first day.

“And you guys have all... experienced this?” he asked, taking the shower closest to the door. 

The laughing in the room died down, as the nineteen wet, naked boys looked at each other.  

“Experienced what?”

Rodrigo gulped.  “The... party... after a game.” 

Showering next to him, Beanpole looked sheepish.  “Well, it's only my first week here.  This is my first tournament.”

“Me too,” Anvil admitted, washing his hard, naked ass.

“Me too.”

“And me.”  

Rodrigo was aghast!  “So the other three teams have been playing and practicing together for months or years,” the naked boy gulped.  “And this green team... was just made up of all new guys?!”

“That's why we're on the ground floor,” another boy said.  “All the old green team members graduated or left last year, so we were given the worst spot in the dorm.”

Rodrigo gulped, feeling even more naked.  “Oh... god!”

“Hey, don't worry about it!” Beanpole laughed.  Between his legs, Rodrigo saw that the African boy was long down there, too!  “With my amazing headers and your magnetic foot on offense- we've GOT to win tomorrow, right?!”

Rodrigo gulped and looked away.  “Sure!”

“Yeah, you're only going to be a virgin for one more night, Lover Boy!” Anvil laughed, making Rodrigo blush again!  The defender was 'thick' down there, too!

Rodrigo looked away again!  “Okay!”

“Hey, we should make sure he's prepared,” Beanpole laughed, washing his chest, and the others agreed. 

Rodrigo tried not to be nervous.  “What?” 

A wet, naked Anvil sidled up next to the boy, looking serious, like he was about to pass along a top-secret message.  “Look, these girls at this school... they're of a certain class.  They've got certain things that they like in boys, you know?”

“No?!”

Beanpole came up on his other side, a new safety razor in his hand, still in its package.  “They like boys to be... smooth down there.”  He looked down meaningfully.  “Totally smooth.”

“Totally smooth,” Anvil nodded. 

Rodrigo was blushing again!  “But shaving down there... only women do that!”  

“And guys who want lots of blowjobs,” Beanpole said.

“Lots of blowjobs,” Anvil nodded.  

“But-”  

Rodrigo stopped when he noticed that all the other wet, naked, laughing boys were totally shaved down there too!

He gulped and took the razor from Beanpole's hand.

The boys went back to their own shower heads as Rodrigo began the humiliating task.

“Hot girls like Isabella love it when boys are smooth down there,” Beanpole said, his back to Rodrigo.  “Jordana told us so herself, and we all shaved off earlier this week, so we can join in the fun with her tomorrow!”  

Rodrigo felt his heart pound, imagining himself bedding their fierce, beautiful head coach for his first time ever!  

“Oh damn!” Anvil cried, watching the younger boy shave.  “His cock twitched when you said Jordana's name!”

“No it didn't!” Rodrigo cried, but nineteen naked, wet boys were already laughing, staring at his rising crotch!  And he couldn't stop erecting!

“Well look at that!” Beanpole laughed, watching Rodrigo's cock get harder against his will.  “The new guy has a hard-on for our spitfire head coach!  Well, get that cock shaved smooth, Lover Boy, and maybe she'll let you get a taste- after we win tomorrow!”   

And blushing hotly, Rodrigo shaved the hair off his young crotch for the first time, as the other boys laughed at his erect, bobbing brown cock.

***

After a very filling communal dinner and a few hours of video games, the boys were all laying in their own beds as the lights in the long room automatically turned off, one by one.  

“Mandatory lights out,” Beanpole told him from the next bed over.  “To make sure we get our beauty sleep!”

“And so the girls can sneak in to give blowjobs to the boys that scored the most goals!” Anvil added from across the room.  

Rodrigo felt his heart rate spike!  “They... DO that?”

The tall african boy laughed.  “Only if you win, man.  Only if you win.”  Rodrigo heard the taller boy breathe in deeply in the dark, and some rustling of sheets.  “Oh god, what I wouldn't give to have Jordana butt naked in my bed right now, sliding that hot little mouth up and down my hard pole...”  

Rodrigo gulped as he felt his own breathing increase.  He was shirtless, wearing only thin boxer shorts to bed like the others.  And with his cock and balls shaved smooth for the first time ever, hearing the other boy talk about their head coach was making his cock rise unbidden again!

“No man, Isabella is where it's at,” Anvil countered.  “Those fucking tits- dat ASS!”

“That's all Izzy is, man, tits and ass,” Beanpole said.  “Now Juicy- she's got skill.”

“No way man, Isabella could make me cum with just a look!” Anvil said.  “Last week I saw her sunbathing behind the girls' dorm- nude!   All she was wearing was baby oil, and a smile!”

Rodrigo blushed as his cock went half, then fully hard, right under his covers, imagining it!  

He wanted to touch himself so badly, but when he had been away at his previous school, people would beat you up for doing that in a shared space!   

In the pitch black room, Rodrigo couldn't see what any of the other boys were doing, but then he heard Beanpole's blanket rustling again, faster and faster-

“Oh... fuck... Jordana....”

And across the room: “Isabella...”

Down the row, another boy panted under his breath as his blanket rustled:  “Sophia...”

“Gabi...”

They were all jacking off!

Hot-faced, knowing that he had no chance of getting off against the powerful sex magic blocking his orgasms, Rodrigo slid a guilty hand under his thin shorts, to join in with the others.

“.... .... ... Jordana!”

***

“Big day today boys, big day!” Jordana barked, pacing up and down the sidelines as she watched the green team warm up.  

Gone were her cute athletic shorts and tight green jersey from yesterday, now she wore a tight suit jacket and business miniskirt, just like Raquel always did.  Her hair was up in a severe bun and she was wearing high heels as she stalked up and down the sidelines, looking like the manager of a million dollar team!  Rodrigo shivered as the severe, professional look scared him more than it turned him on, even though it turned him on a little too.  

And he was shocked by how full the stands were!

For a rich, exclusive, isolated school up in the foothills, there must have been a THOUSAND people watching the game today.  The stands could fit ten times more, but for someone who was used to playing in front of ten cheering kids back in his favela, it was a big shock to the nerves!

“You gonna stay calm and play your best for me, Lover Boy?” Jordana called out, as Rodrigo's warm-up group jogged past her spot on the sidelines.  “We need you to score and score a lot!”

“I'll... do my best!” he said, his voice wavering as the noisy crowd cheered, and then started doing a spontaneous wave by themselves!  “Who ARE all these people?!”

“Some are families of the other rich boys, some girlfriends, some ex-girlfriends,” Jordana laughed grimly as Rodrigo jogged past the other way.  “And all the gardeners, groundskeepers, caterers at the school, they like seeing a good soccer match too, you know.  And the women way up there-”  She pointed to the umbrella-shaded top row, where waiters were serving a group of maybe 100 well-dressed women chilled drinks from a special bar-  “-they're Raquel's 'special friends'.”

“Special frien-?”

“Don't worry about them now!” Jordana barked, and Rodrigo felt his cock stir under his shorts!  “All you should worry about is beating this next team you're going to play!  They're the best in the school!”

He looked over at the blue-jerseyed boys warming up on the other side.  “I mean, they certainly look... blonder.” 

“They're the best team!” she shot back.  “They're Brazilian, just like you, but half those puntas dye their hair blond, so they can look like European Playboys or something!  You've got to attack and attack and attack, and never let up on them, got it?!”

Her green eyes were even fiercer than yesterday, making Rodrigo shiver!

“Yes!  Got it!”  

As Rodrigo stretched in front of Jordana, a tall, muscular, blond-and-tan Brazilian player from the blue team jogged over to their sideline. 

“Hey Jordana, looking fine today.  You got a little thong on under those sexy business clothes?”

“Fuck off, Bruno.” 

“Yeah, probably better if you're going commando down there today,” the blond guy laughed, stretching his muscular, corded arms.  “Wouldn't want your panties getting sopping wet when you watch me score three goals on your weak-ass newbie team.”

“I SAID FUCK OFF!” 

Being the closest, Rodrigo was the first to jump in between the hunky blond and his coach.

“Hey man, I don't know who you are, but you should get back to-”

The taller boy just hooked a foot behind Rodrigo's leg, pushed on his shoulder and effortlessly tripped him to the ground.  “Get lost, mouse.”

“Hey- uuhgh!”  

By this time, the rest of the green team were on their feet and rushing to surround the blond boy who stood over the fallen Rodrigo, so he backed off, raising his hands as if it had all just been a joke.  

“Okay, okay, green beans, no need to get all your panties in a twist!”  He started jogging back to his team, turning to wink back at Jordana.  “You still have your favorite vibrator named after me?”  

“Fuck OFF!”

Anvil helped Rodrigo to his feet, and when the boy looked back at his coach, he saw she was blushing a little!

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” Jordana snapped, then turned to the green players standing around her.  “Everyone get back to warming up!”  

The boys did, and to Rodrigo's questioning gaze, she just said: “Stuff happened before you joined the school.  But that doesn't matter right now!  All I need you do to is score, and score a lot against this team!”

Rodrigo watched the cocky Bruno barely stretch, goofing off along with his other laughing,  blond-and-tan teammates.  

The smaller boy set his jaw, starting to warm up his kicking foot.  

“You got it, coach.”  

***

The game was a blowout.  

From the first whistle, the blue team was faster, stronger, and even smarter than Rodrigo's green team.  Their passes were so sharp and their offense so aggressive it literally took Rodrigo's breath away, chasing Bruno and his laughing teammates all over the field!

It was like playing against the Brazilian national team!

Rodrigo was panting, sweating, tired and humiliated at the end of it, and what was worse, that asshole Bruno had scored four goals against Rodrigo's team, laughing and doing a crude dance in front of Jordana and the green team coaches after every one!

They lost, 5-0.  

“It's fine.  It's fine,” Jordana snapped, in their locker room after the short, 30-minute exhibition game.  “They're the best in the school, and you still have two other games today, to climb in the rankings.”  

“But I can't believe our defense was so bad!” Anvil growled, drenched in sweat too.  “They ran right through us!”  

More like AROUND, Rodrigo thought.

“And our magnetic foot didn't even get one shot on goal!” Beanpole lamented.  “We couldn't even get a pass up to him!” 

“We can fix that,” Rodrigo said.  “Next time we play the Blues, we can-”

“I said it's FINE,” Jordana shot back.  “Now focus on the Red Bulls!  They're the second best team here!  If you can at least tie them, we have a chance of coming in second!”  

“But it's going to be a rough match,” Isabella giggled.  Like Jordana, she had dressed 'professionally' for the tournament.  Which meant a tiny little ruffled skirt which let the boys see the bottom curves of her amazing ass and deep plunging neckline of her suit jacket- almost like she was totally topless underneath it!  Along with tall high heels and makeup, she looked more like a vampire-seductress-cheerleader-secretary instead of a coach, and just seeing her walking around on the sidelines was enough to give Rodrigo a half a stiffy!

“The Red Bulls,” she continued- licking her cherry red lips- “are very pushy.”

“It doesn't matter!” Beanpole cried, standing up to his full height.  “We're tougher! Right guys?”

The boys cheered. 

“So let's go out there and kick every single inch of that red-”  

***

They lost, 2-0.  

The Reds didn't have the faultless passing offense of the Blue Chips, but their defense was punishing.  Many times, Rodrigo got blasted off the ball by a hard shoulder to the chest, and the referees didn't even call it!  

He was scratched, punched, elbowed in the back, and one time, nearly kicked in the balls!

While losing to the Blue team hurt their pride, losing to the Reds hurt their bones. 

“Okay.  Tough loss,” Jordana growled back in the locker room, her words getting more and more clipped as the team continued to be held scoreless.  “But we've got one more shot.  The Yellow Jackets are the same skill level as us.  Most of their players are new, only half of them returning from last year.  Just play to your strengths.  And we can win!”  

Rodrigo looked around- most of the guys were nursing bruises or scratches all over their bodies, just like he was.  Beanpole even had ice on his knees where he had been kicked!

“Come on guys,” Rodrigo began, gulping as he felt Jordana's cold stare upon him.  “We're better than this!  Just get me a few shots on goal, and I promise you- we'll score!”  

Beanpole stood up, throwing down his two bags of ice.  “Yeah!  That's all it will take- just get a few shots for Lover Boy, and he can lose his V card tonight, in some happy girl's warm pussy!”

Rodrigo blushed!  “No!  That's not what I-”

“V Card!  V Card!  V Card!” the green team chanted, running out to face their last opponent, pulling a blushing, red-faced Rodrigo along with them. 

***

They lost 1-0, with Rodrigo missing all three contested shots on goal he attempted. 

Jordana was livid on the sidelines, kicking over chairs at the final whistle, slamming her clipboard into the bench until it broke.  

Seeking to avoid her wrath, all twenty boys of the green team hurriedly jogged into the locker room and quickly undressed for the shower.  

The hot water felt great on their tired bodies, but as the naked boys showered all together, Rodrigo could feel a certain tenseness in the room.  

They had all played hard, but it hadn't been enough.  Out of the four teams at the school, they were the worst!  What would their fiery coach demand from them at practice tomorr-

“You boys are fucking UNBELIEVABLE!” Jordana yelled, bursting into the locker room with Isabella right on her heels, through the door next to Rodrigo's showerhead.  “Your first tournament at Ascension, and you couldn't even score ONE SINGLE FUCKING GOAL?!?!”  

Rodrigo covered his crotch with both hands, not believing this was happening- two fully dressed girls, in a room with twenty totally naked boys!?  

“I understand you couldn't stand up to the Blue Chips- they've got top talent at every position- but you couldn't even score against those plodding Red Bulls?!” Jordana ranted, storming down the row of naked blushing boys, most covering themselves just like Rodrigo was!  “And not even the FUCKING YELLOW JACKETS?!  They're the slime of this entire school, flopping everywhere!!”  

“Yeah,” the tall Isabella sneered, holding the two broken pieces of Jordana's clipboard.  “You little dicks couldn't even get ONE shot into goal?  Don't you losers want to fuck us at all?”

Rodrigo's heart was pounding as the two clothed girls berated them- he had never been so helpless, wet and nude in front of two sexy girls his own age, his clothes far away in the lockers outside!

And he felt his smooth dick twitch behind his hands.

NO!!! he begged, suddenly squirming!  NOT NOW!!

“I didn't WANT to do to this,” Jordana continued, pacing.  “I WANTED to be the NICE coach, giving you boys all the sex you wanted this week, as a reward!”  She looked around in disgust at all the boys covering themselves, not really listening to her.  “Hands on your heads!  NOW!” 

No! Rodrigo thought.  She couldn't!

 “NOW!” Jordana repeated, and then he felt it. 

Invisible forces, pulling his hands away from his crotch- 

SEX MAGIC!

The boys blushed as their hands were quickly forced away from their privates, pulled up and up and up, their fingers snapping to the backs of their heads, holding them there!  

Now Rodrigo was totally nude, and totally exposed, butt naked and helpless in front of two sexy, dark haired girls his own age!  

And his cock was rising!

“Our defense couldn't stop ANYBODY today!” Jordana shouted, continuting to pace down the showers.  “We have to disrupt passes in front of the goal, or else we're going to get killed!” 

Rodrigo was panting, squirming, as his shaved cock and balls dangled in air-

He couldn’t help but let his eyes slide down Jordana’s body to her  toned legs and slim, nude feet in her sexy, open high heels-

“And our midfield play was horrible- expect me to run you twice as hard tomorrow!  And then our Offense couldn't even-”  Jordana's eyes got big as she turned around to see him.  “What the FUCK is THAT?!”

“I'm SORRY!” the helpless boy cried, with a full, throbbing erection, right in front of everyone!  “I COULDN'T HELP IT!”

Isabella laughed out loud, watching it shake.  “So excitable!  He really IS a virgin!”

The tall girl blew Rodrigo a kiss and then he felt it- 

-feathers-

-tiny, quick, invisible feathers- 

-tickling his cockhead, his balls, even his asshole and nipples- 

-making his body squirm, his hips thrust, FORCING his cock to get even stiffer, thicker, and start dripping, right in front of his shocked coach!

“Fine!” Jordana cried.  “If that's the type of punishment you want-” 

“No!” Rodrigo begged.  “It's her Magia-”

The angry coach snapped her fingers.  “Everyone on their KNEES- NOW!”

And just like before, invisible hands pushed on the backs of Rodrigo's knees, pushed down on his shoulders, forcing him to kneel under his shower head, as if there were two huge body builders behind him, holding him down!

Is there anything Sex Magic can't do?! the boy gasped, feeling like a bug pinned to a table!

“If you boys won't learn from hearing my coaching tips, maybe you'll learn from hearing this,” Jordana spat, going over to the side of the room and opening a vent halfway up the wall.  

It was a fan that pulled humid air out of the showers, and it connected every locker room in the building: ground floor for the Green team, second floor for the Yellow, third for Red...

“Do you hear it yet?” Jordana demanded, her angry green eyes flashing and fierce.  

A laughing Isabella turned off the showers so the boys could ‘better concentrate’.

Rodrigo didn't know what he was supposed to be listening for, if this was some sort of trick-

“Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuccck...” a boy's voice moaned from the vent above, followed by sounds of wet, wet sucking.  

“Yessss.....” another boy hissed upstairs, the emotion of his relief obvious through the vent as if he was standing right next to Rodrigo.  And the sounds of more sucking!  “God you've got a fucking great mouth...”  

“All for you, Papi,” a girl's voice giggled in response, making Rodrigo's cock ache even harder!  “Now stop moving and let me suck you.  Having your big cock in my mouth makes me SO wet-”

“Me too,” another girl giggled.

“Me too!”

The moans of other boys quickly followed, fifteen, twenty, all at once, until it sounded like-

“That's a whole soccer team getting sucked off up there!” Jordana spat, pointing up at the vent.  “Team Yellow has twenty horny, wet, totally naked girls kneeling in front of their cocks right now, servicing their cocks like porn stars, and do you know why?  Because they scored ONE MORE FUCKING GOAL than you did today!  ONE!”

“Third place teams get a quick blowie in the showers after the tournament,” Isabella reminded with a giggle.  She was standing right in front of the kneeling Beanpole, her extremely short ruffled skirt giving him a direct view up at her tiny, and wet, red silk panties.  She shivered and rubbed her long brown thighs together.  

“Such a shame,” she pouted.  “I wanted to taste your cum so bad today, Beannie.”  

The tall African boy grunted as his long black cock throbbed and ached for her, totally untouched and helpless!

“But you losers couldn't score ONE goal in the biggest games of your lives up until now,” Jordana said, then turned her whitering gaze at the kneeling Rodrigo.  “Even WITH our new amazing show-off striker who was absolutely useless today!”

“I tried!  But their defense-”

“No EXCUSES!” Jordana yelled.  “Just for that, you’re all getting your sperm production doubled this week- without any release!”

Rodrigo moaned as he felt it- 

A heaviness in his balls, like they were filling with lead shot!

Like he hadn't cum in two weeks!

And like he might never cum again!

All the boys in the shower whimpered as Sex Magic filled their helpless testicles, making them fuller, even more desperate!

“Oh god, you boys will be absolutely climbing the walls by next week,” Isabella giggled, walking up and down the line, her long nude legs now painful for Rodrigo to look at!  “A teenage boy’s sex drive, doubled?  With NO chance of cumming?”

Jordana stood at the shower’s entrance, her fists on her hips.  

“And now we’re all going to stay right HERE and LISTEN to those boys get the blowjobs which should have been YOURS- while you think about how much FUN it's going to be, living with those BLUE BALLS around me and Isabella and Gabi and Sophia for another whole WEEK!”

Rodrigo moaned as his painfully hard cock shook and his helpless blue balls ached!  He slammed his eyes shut to not have to look at Jordana and Isabella’s naked legs anymore, but that just made the sounds coming from upstairs louder in his ears!

“Oh Papi- cum down my throat- as HARD as you can!”

“Fuck Baby- your cock feels so BIG in my mouth-”

“I get so WET when I get to suck dick like this- may I play with my pussy while I do it?!” 

“Oh FUCK my NIPPLES-”

“OH GOD my PUSSY-”

All the Green team could hear was the sounds of girls squealing and moaning and cumming upstairs, as they played with their pussies while they eagerly sucked off twenty naked, horny, celebrating boys!!

“You're going to sit here and listen to every ONE of those boys cum!” Jordana ordered, looking at her helpless, moaning, painfully hard team kneeling on the tile.  “And after they're done...”  Her lips closed in a determined line.  “You're all going into chastity, until the next school tournament!”  

***

The kneeling boys of the Green team started begging and struggling when a laughing Isabella skipped back into the locker room ten minutes later, with a briefcase full of new, shiny, inescapable metal chastity belts. 

But Jordana was firm.  

One by one, she used her magic to easily force each boy into a standing position- some floating totally off their feet- his wrists locked behind his back by a force stronger than steel, his helpless dick absolutely throbbing and dripping and jumping off his body with need while a giggling Isabella measured out the correct ring, then held it above his straining cock- 

They were magic chastity belts. 

The metal flowed like quicksilver when Isabella snapped it down against the root of each boy's cock, hardening behind his balls into a super tight solid ring again!  And the cage started as a flat mesh of a dull gray metal which Isabella pressed against each squirming boy’s shaft, but when she whispered a few magic words and blew her breath over it, it melted around his cock where it squeezed and crushed and bent his cock down down down, until it was nothing more than a little button curled over his balls!

“I guess I'm like the chastity belt whisperer,” she giggled to a naked, horrified boy who couldn't watch, as the metal took his cock away!  “I'm the best in the entire school at this!”  

Jordana left Rodrigo for last, and he had to watch in dread, as each boy down the line got his dick locked into magical, possibly permanent, chastity, helpless to stop the girls, or even move away!  

“This is really your fault,” Jordana sneered into his ear as she stood him up for his fitting, just one finger pointing at the sky enough to magically pick him up!  “You're the center forward- you're in charge of the offense!  All you had to do was score ONE goal today and I wouldn't be as mad!  But even with all your fancy trick shots- nothing!”

“It wasn't a trick shot!” Rodrigo gasped as a giggling Isabella measured him.  It was the first time a girl had wrapped her hands around his virgin cock!  He shook and shivered!  “The conditions- AH!- weren't right for me to- UM!- get a shot!  And the incoming passes were- AHHHHH!”

Rodrigo screamed as the taller girl slapped the molten metal down onto his cock!  He had expected the metal to be hot- but it was cold, ICE cold!  And painful to, as Isabella blew on his cock, her breath somehow telling the metal to force his dick to bend in half, against its own will!

“AHHHH!  AHHHHHHHH!” the naked, helpless boy cried, straining against the magic holding his wrists behind his back as the cold metal just got smaller and smaller!

“Make it extra small,” a frowning Jordan told Isabella.  “To remind him how useless he is, if he doesn't score for me!”

A giggling Isabella got on her knees, held Rodrigo by the hips and blew on his little caged cock again, and it felt like a vise was squeezing his tender shaft!

“NO!  PLEASE!!!”

A giggling Isabella stood up, Jordana snapped her fingers and Rodrigo's arms were suddenly free.  Even despite the two laughing girls, his hands instantly flew to his crotch, pulling at the new tight cage. 

It was solid and cold, like it was made of marble!

And so small, barely the size of his thumb, bent in half!

He couldn’t get hard at ALL in the tiny cage, not even a twitch!

“Think about what you did today,” Jordana said to the shell-shocked boys as she turned to leave, Isabella on her heels.  “And enjoy those locked blue balls- the next tournament is in one week!”  

*** PART TWO TO BE POSTED SOON!***