This story includes: Pete Mackanin, Matt Klentak and Gabe Kapler. Categories: Anal, High Heel Fetish/Ball Destruction, Regret, Wisdom, Mentorship, Voyeur, Player Development, Domination, Pennis, Piledriver position, Nutting, WAR, Pitch-Framing

“Well, I guess this is it for me,” Pete Mackanin said, looking at his office that had highly-technical baseball science drawn out on the windows in the white Beautiful Mind marker and that had a picture of his wife in those high-heels he loved so much. Pete Mackanin loved for his hot wife to step on his balls in her 4-inch stiletto high-heels, he made absolutely no secret of that and he gloried in showing off the scars left over from the previous night’s fun to GM Matt Klentak.

“My wife really destroyed my balls last night, Matt. You’re a young man, you’re probably out there like a hound every night hunting out the young pussies of Philadelphia but for an old man like me, there’s nothing better than settling down with a woman who provides both pain and intense pleasure in a controlled setting/loving household,” Pete Mackanin would say.

“Hahaha you are right, I’m on a new diet and just kidding it’s the same as my old diet: pussy!” exclaimed Matt Klentak as he looked over the spin numbers of curveballs for free agent pitchers coming up, hoping to find a steal on the free agency market. “But lately I am feeling like what if I find just one pussy that is attached to the best woman? I would probably like to just have the best one and not a bunch of other ones that are not as good.”

“Matt, you are growing up so fast. You are becoming a man,” Pete MAckanin had said in this flashback.

“Ok, but remember,” reminded Matt Klentak, “I am the boss of you.”

“That’s true,” Pete Mackanin had intoned. “Alright, I call these ‘vampire bites:’ she pierced my scrotum in two places side-by-side!”

“Alright Pete!” said Matt Klentak back at that previous time, “that must have turned you on!”

Now, in the present tense, Pete Mackanin looked at all of his stuff in a box on his desk. He was being fired as the manager of the Phillies, the only thing he had ever wanted to do besides get dominated by his wife. The pain made his heart sad. Matt Klentak came in.

“Pete, I just wanted to say-”

“Don’t. It’s ok. I already know,” Pete Mackanin said. A tear dripped out of his eye onto his broad pectoral muscle. “I didn’t really develop Maikel Franco (.230/.281/.409). I had trouble managing the bullpen. I played Cameron Rupp (.217/.299/.417 with poor catcher defense/framing) and Tommy Joseph (.240/.289/.432, -1.3 WAR) way too much. I was a bad partner to you.”

Matt Klentak also had tears in his eyes and they got all over his… erect dick?

“Pete… I want you to meet… Gabe Kapler.”

Immediately, Gabe Kapler walked in popped off his fuckin shirt. He looked like this (for real, he looks like this in real life and is the Phillies’ new manager):

The muscles were luxurious and screamed “party on me with all the parts of your body.” The bulge was generous and, might Pete Mackanin say, he thought, tantalizing. It was like a giant Pilsbury dinner roll: you just had to stuff it all the way in your mouth and then the guy would say “woo hoo” when you tickle the stomach of the little guy. It was like Hercules himself, the Greek hero from Hercules (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hercules_(1997_film)) had walked in off the street and that lady from the other movie was there and she was like “HerculEES, HeruclEES!”

Pete Mackanin gulped. He knew he would have to take Gabe Kapler’s hog it might hurt because man it was massive. He also was sad because he could not manage the Phillies anymore.

Just then, something really amazing happened: Gabe Kapler took his erotic muscle body and bent over the manager’s desk, the same manager’s desk that Pete Mackanin had sat at for those years and had come up with the lineups for the Phillies at and had thought about his wife at. He pulled down his extremely well-fitting Diesel jeans and presented his ass to Pete Mackanin. It was wonderfully tan in the right places but also pink in the right places too ;)

“No hard feelings. Except for… ONE hard feeling!” said Gabe Kapler. Pete Mackanin was driven to tears by this gesture of love from one man to another man. It was like a dozen troop-coming-home-to-their-child videos at once inside Pete Mackanin’s heart.

“Don’t mind if I do!” said Pete Mackanin and he took a handfull of chicken grease and slathered it all over his cock and stuck it right in.

“Mmmmm,” said Gabe Kapler, enjoying to be the dominated instead of the dominator just this once. “That’s a sick hog.”

“Goddamn, there’s just the perfect amount of resistance!” said Pete Mackanin.

“My asshole is the best,” responded Gabe Kapler.

“Go nuts on his asshole, Pete!” cheered Matt Klentak and Pete Mackanin did exactly that. Pete Mackanin powerfucked Gabe Kapler and even tried out some dirty talk that he had been thinking about.

“Who’s daddy’s best bitch?” said Pete Mackanin.

“I am,” responded Gabe Kapler with extreme glee, delighting in being treated like trash just this once because most of the time he got treated like treasure. Gabe Kapler came from a strong two-parent household and had a good self-esteem but he sometimed liked to walk on the wild side by letting people treat him really bad which you would never expect because of his Men’s Fitness-worthy, Triple H-esque bod.

“Can I cum… anywhere?” said Pete Mackanin loudly.

“Are you ready already?” said Gabe Kapler slyly.

“Oh ho! Not yet!” and Pete Mackanin flipped Gabe Kapler over into the PILEDRIVER position ( https://uk.askmen.com/sex/sex_positions/the-best-sex-positions-you-should-try-tonight/pile-driver.html ) where he pounded his male g-spot over and over producing waves of quacking orgasms constantly.

“AHHHHHHHHH!” screamed Gabe Kapler, unprepared for the nucler bomb-like waves of pleasure that were unfolding in his deepest areas that no one had ever touched besides Pete Mackanin just now.

“Unnnnnnnnggggghhhh,” said Pete Mackanin an he pulled his dick out of the vice-like grip of Gabe Kapler’s bottom and splooged all over Gabe Kapler’s chest like boss.

“Wow, impressive,” said Gabe Kapler with a wink.

The two men, both Phillies managers at different times, then cuddled and snuggled for three hours. They laid in the “spoon” position as extreme emotions rippled through them like earthquakes in Caifornia where the fault lines are. Finally they stood up and, without having to ask anyone what to do, thy shook hands.

“Take good care of the Phillies, Gabe,” said Pete Mackanin.

“Thanks Pete. Take care of yourself,” said Gabe Kapler. Pete Mackanin kissed him and they embraced in the nude. The pennissess dangled together, gently brushing. Then they stopped hugging.

“Pete, I love you,” said Matt Klentak.

“I love you too,” said Pete Mackanin. “I love the Phillies, but what is important to me is my wife. I haven’t treated her right since taking over the Phillies. I gave so much of myself to the Phillies and I realized that my hot wife who steps on my balls is much more important to me than really anything else.”

“Show me those balls again, Pete. One more time.”

Pete Mackanin produced his clean, undamaged testes for Matt Klentak.

“Not a scratch! What gives!” exclaimed Matt Klentak. Then, seeing that Gabe Kapler was puzzled by this: “Pete Mackanin likes it when his sexy wife steps on his balls in high-heels, completely dominating him with her feet.”

“My wife hasn’t stepped on my balls in a while,” confessed Pete Mackanin. “I messed up her trust for me but I love her. My heart hurts without her stepping on my balls and being hot. She doesn’t owe me anything but my love for her isn’t going away. When she’s ready again to damage my balls almost to the point that I need surgery, I’ll be ready.”

“Go get those balls destroyed, Pete,” said Matt Klentak.

“If not today, then someday,” said Pete Mackanin. “I’ll show them to you again as soon as she does.”