Fourth And Goal

FOURTH AND GOAL

     It was a warm Saturday afternoon in Memphis, TN, and the stadium was filled with 70,000 fans for the big college football showdown between the host Memphis Blues from Memphis College and their archrival, the Tennessee State team from Knoxville, the Tennessee State Hillbillies. Memphis was coached by the great John Coldiani, who had led his team to an undefeated season so far this year, and led by his hot young quarterback, Tommy “Pretzelmaster” Smith. Tommy had earned his nickname for his ability to avoid being sacked. His number was 69, unusually high for a quarterback, but Tommy requested it to remind him of his success with the entire cheerleading squad. Tommy was a senior and there would be plenty of NFL scouts at the big game, eyeing his as their next big star!

     Tennessee State also entered the game undefeated, and this was for the state championship. The winning school would have bragging rights over the loser all year, and Coach Coldiani decided to up the ante. He called Coach Richardson of Tennessee State and challenged him to a death match. The losing team’s coach would be hung from the goalposts of the stadium. Coach Richardson counter offered with both the losing coach and quarterback being hung. He had an ulterior motive, in that his son was his quarterback, and he knew that if Pretzelmaster hung, it would increase the chances of his son getting an NFL job. Coach Coldiani thought it over, and agreed without even telling Tommy about the bet. He was supremely confident that they would win.

     Tennessee State won the coin toss, and elected to kick off. The Blues received and started from their own 20. Twice it looked like Pretzelmaster would be sacked, but both times, he used his athleticism to avoid the tackles and gain yardage. Ten plays later, on first and goal, he scored on a draw play, and Memphis was ahead 7-0.  They then kicked off to the Hillbillies, and held them to a field goal. As the first quarter drew to a close, the score was Memphis 7- Tennessee State 3.

     Memphis added a field goal in the second quarter, but Tennessee State added a field goal plus a touchdown. Memphis then got the ball back on their own one-yard line with 2 minutes in the half. Pretzelmaster expertly drove his team down the field, but the drive stalled at the 20-yard line. Memphis then sent in the field goal unit to attempt a 37 yarder to tie the game, but the kick was wide right, and at the half, Tennessee State led Memphis 13-10.

     As the team went into the locker room for halftime, Coach Coldiani pulled Pretzelmaster aside and told him about the bet. Pretzelmaster was shocked. “How could you bet MY LIFE on a football game?? What came over you?”  “Now look, Tommy. You know we’re ten times the team that those Hillbillies are! Don’t you worry! At the end of the game, it will be their coach and his son hanging from our goalposts!” “You better be right, coach! I’m supposed to sign a big NFL contract right after the game. I’ll stand to make millions! Plus, I planned on proposing to Julie, our head cheerleader.” Tommy stormed off and sat by his locker during the coach’s obligatory halftime pep talk.

     The teams took the field for the second half, and the Hillbillies received the opening kickoff. They started from their own 40 after a bad kickoff from the Blues, and the star running back broke free on first and 10 and ran in for a touchdown. With the extra point, the score now stood Hillbillies 20, Blues 10. The stadium got deathly quiet. But Pretzelmaster started from his own 30, and in 10 plays drove to the Hillbilly 10 yard line, where the drive stalled. The field goal unit was called on again, and after a successful kick, the deficit was cut to 20-13. The rest of the third quarter was a series of 4 and out plays followed by punts. The Blues were down 7 points with 15 minutes left to play in this life and death struggle. Tommy was beginning to really think he might end up hanging, and even Coach Coldiani was beginning to sweat.

      For about 12 minutes, the fourth quarter resembled the third, in that neither team scored. Then, following a bad Tennessee State punt, Pretzelmaster found himself starting from the 45-yard line of Tennessee State. He drove his team downfield, and at the 2-minute warning, they were on the 15-yard line. He decided to do a series of running plays, and with one minute and no time outs, it was first and goal from the four. He threw a pass and it fell incomplete. Now it’s second and goal, with about 45 seconds left. Tommy scrambles, looks in the end zone, and lofts another pass. INCOMPLETE! 3^rd and goal with 30 seconds to play. Again, our hero tries a pass, and watches helplessly as a Hillbilly defender knocks it away. Now it’s 4^th and goal, with 13 seconds left, just time for one final play. Tommy steps back, he looks, Johnson is open in the end zone. Tommy throws, and Johnson catches it, TOUCHDOWN!! Tommy looks towards the sideline. He expects the coach to send in the kicker for the extra point. But, NO! Coach Coldiani signals a two-point conversion attempt. He doesn’t want overtime. He wants to end the game now. The teams lined up, Tommy took the snap and dropped back. All of a sudden, a hole opened to Tommy’s right, and another to Tommy’s left. Tommy looked up and saw two 400-pound linemen coming at him from opposite directions. There was no way for the Pretzelmaster to squirm out of this trap, and he was sacked as time ran out, both for the game and for Tommy’s young life. Final score: Tennessee State Hillbillies 20, Memphis Blues 19. Tommy yelled for the linemen to let him up, but one of them, Mitchell, smiled, reached inside his jersey pants, and produced a set of handcuffs, which he used to restrain Tommy as Henderson, the other lineman, held him down. Tommy looked across the field as Coach Coldiani walked across to the Tennessee State side to congratulate Coach Richardson. He gasped as he saw Coach Richardson grab Coach Coldiani in a bear hug, while his son handcuffed the losing coach.

     Coach Richardson had both Coach Coldiani and Tommy tied spread-eagled and face down on two of the carts that are normally used to take injured players off the field. As the carts approached the 50-yard line, Coach Richardson had the PA announcer announce the bet over the stadium loudspeaker. The crowd was in shock, but they all agreed that since the Coach and Tommy had made the bet, that it should be honored. They didn’t know that Tommy had never been told of the bet until halftime.

     Coach Richardson approached the cart with Coach Coldiani and pulled down the coach’s pants. He then removed his own dick from his pants, and with no lube rammed it hard up Coldiani’s unwilling ass. Coldiani screamed at the violation of his virgin ass, saying that this was not part of the bet. Richardson told him to suck it up and take it, because he intended to have the entire team and coaching staff rape not only him, but Tommy as well. After cumming in Coldiani, Richardson pulled out, and ordered his team and coaches to take their turns with the coach. He then turned to the cart with Tommy on it, and pulled down the star quarterback’s pants, exposing his fine, young bubble butt. “It’s your turn now, stud! Let’s see how you like a “69” when it’s with another guy, and you’re on the receiving end! And thanks for losing. Now my son will definitely get that nice, fat NFL contract instead of you!” Then he called his son over and gave him the honor of popping Pretzelmaster’s cherry.  Tommy screamed in agony, screams that echoed through the stadium full of people. The screams continued as the rest of the team got their turn at Tommy’s fine young ass. Both the coach’s and Tommy’s shame was exacerbated by the fact that the footage of the rapes were fed live to the jumbotron scoreboard.  Finally, as the last member of the squad finished raping Tommy, he and the coach were allowed a few minutes respite.

     Coach Richardson then ordered the carts to be driven under the home field goal posts. Other members of the team had already tied two nooses off to the crossbar. Once the carts arrived, both the coach and Tommy were made to stand. Tommy had his ankles bound, but was allowed to die with his uniform on. His zipper was undone, however, so that his dick could be pulled out in further humiliation. Coach Richardson then pulled the noose over Tommy’s head, and after adjusting it; he jumped off the cart, leaving Tommy standing there alone and ready to hang. Coach Coldiani wasn’t as lucky. He had his suit cut from his body, leaving him naked on his cart. His ankles weren’t bound, either, and he was noosed and forced to watch, as Tommy would die first. Coach Richardson asked Tommy if he had any last words. Tommy said, “Yes, you, your son and Coach Coldiani can all go to hell!!” With that, Coach Richardson dropped a yellow flag, and the cart Tommy was standing on began to slowly pull away. Once it had pulled far enough away, Pretzelmaster had no footing beneath his feet, only air. And the drop was virtually none, ensuring that Tommy would strangle to death slowly. Tommy was in great physical shape and struggled for several minutes, all shown in live, living color on the jumbotron. After about 7 minutes, the crowd began to murmur as Tommy’s hips began wild gyrations, and his young cock grew erect for the final time in his short life, and grew to almost 10 inches. About a minute later, Tommy moaned, then his dick fired off about half a dozen shots of cum, ranging from 3 to 10 feet in distance, and then he sighed and became still. The Pretzelmaster was no more.

     Now it was Coach Coldiani’s turn to hang. He had stood naked and noosed while his quarterback paid the ultimate price for his coach’s foolish wager. Coach Richardson climbed back up onto the cart that Coldiani was standing on, and asked him if he had any last words. The coach replied by apologizing to the fans, the college, and Tommy’s family. He then begged that his life be spared. The crowd turned angry at that, and Coach Richardson seized on that anger. “John Coldiani, you’re a ball-less coward! You cost Pretzelmaster his life! You don’t deserve to die as a man.” And as the crowd cheered, he took out his pocket knife and cut off the coach’s dick and balls. He held the coach upright, as the cart began to move. Finally, Coach Coldiani found himself dangling in mid-air, and slowly strangling to death. But without his equipment, there would be no final cumshots for John Coldiani. In fact, it took him only about 3 minutes to die on his noose, since he wasn’t in near as good a shape as Pretzelmaster. Coach Richardson ordered his men to guard the bodies for an hour, to prevent anyone attempting a rescue. Then they boarded their bus for the joyous ride back to Knoxville, with the state championship trophy aboard.