When I was fifteen, my dad died, and my mom had to move to a new city for a job opportunity. It was rough on me as I was comfortable in my old school. I had had a girlfriend that I had been fucking for about nine months, and I really felt terrific about her and us and myself. I did really well on the freshman swim team, and my grades had been quite high. However, moving to a new city and a new school changed all of that.
My name is Kyle Tim Scranton, I am fifteen years old, and my life is fucked up. I am a good-looking kid, so they tell me, with an attractive, muscular body for a boy my age. Not too beefy, but toned and good-looking from swimming since I was in sixth grade. I am an only child, and I am alone a lot, as my Mom has to travel for her job. She trusts me and has no problem leaving me alone. However, I get lonely at times. At first, I talked every day with my girlfriend on the phone, but after a few months, I knew we were drifting apart. I have to be honest. I also missed the sex big time. I mean jerking your own prick with your hand can't compare with stuffing it into delightfully tight pussy. You may think fifteen was too young for a guy to fuck, but shit, all the kids in my class were doing it. Times are different, and kids fuck much younger now.
Well, the loneliness I felt, led me to try even harder to make new friends at my new school. No one was mean to me or anything, but those kinds of things take time. The girls at the school really seemed to take to me, and I think that made some of the jocks jealous. I'm not sure how the trouble started Yes, yes I am. It all started and ended with Jake. Jake is a senior and is the most popular guy in the school. I think his girlfriend was too kind to me. Although that's hard to say, because Jake is a fuck 'em, and leave 'em kind of dude. You know what I mean? He is so handsome, so buff, so cool, so sure of himself that every girl in school has wet panties over him. He dates a girl, and she acts as if she has earned some kind of merit badge or something. Whereas we all know, she gets to suck dick on the first date and maybe is fucked on the second. Everybody knows that if you date Jake, you have to suck dick on the first date. The guys all kid him about it and try to emulate him, but most of the girls won’t do it with the other guys. Jake is special. He has some kind of charisma that is just awesome.
He has that somewhat mean, handsome look like you can't tell if he is smiling with you or at you. His eyes twinkle, and he kind of sneers so you don't know what to say. He almost always gets his way, and rumor has it that the A's he gets in school are because he is fucking three female teachers and letting two queer teachers suck him off. I didn't believe that at first, but I do now and to think he's only a little over a year older than I am. He's the captain of the swim team. Well, lots of the guys were really pissed when Coach Martin put me on the varsity team right away. Lots of younger kids were jealous, and most of the seniors were really angry. Coach Martin said the team could use a good diver, and I am an excellent diver. I guess Jake was the most pissed of all, but he never showed it. In fact, that was when he started to act like my best buddy.
Jake invited me to watch sports shows on TV at his house, and I thought I had made a new best friend. I felt much better about being in the new city, and at the new school. I wasn't so lonely. Shit, when you were Jake's friend doors opened everywhere. Jake would even arrange dates with some of the hot girls at school, but when I tried to get to the fucking stage, they would pull back. Then, when I felt I had gotten in really good with Jake and a bunch of the seniors they lowered the boom on me. It happened one day after swim practice when Jake asked to have a chat with me.
We sat on a long bench in the locker room. We still both wore our speedos, and I couldn't help but notice, as I had noticed countless times, how much Jake bulged out in the front of his swimsuit. Well, I had seen him in the shower too, and I knew he had a freakishly big dick. Like the dick of a big, black basketball player even though he wasn't black and not all that tall. Everybody talked all the time about how his dick was the largest in the school. I don't know if that's true at least I didn't know at the time, but I knew it was massive. It pushed the front of his suit out in a huge lump that I even caught coach Martin staring at.
At meets, we knew all the girls watched that bulge more than the swimming. He was also known for his tight round ass — two really solid, muscular globes. He was an all-around stud, and I tell you this to try to explain to you how difficult it was to resist him in any way at all; no matter if you were a dude or a cunt. He just had this bearing about him. All the guys did whatever he wanted. He always got his way.
So we are seated in the locker room on the bench. His hair is hanging in his eyes still wet from the shower, and his wet body glistens in the bare locker room bulbs. Did I mention his nipples? No? Well, he has a strong, attractive swimmer’s chest, but also those really puffy, pouty, stick out kind of nipples that are almost too big for a guy, but really hot on hot dudes. You know what I mean? They can look really wrong, like girlie tits on the wrong guy, but on the right dude, they are awesome. My nipples were pretty big too, and I was always worried because I didn't want to get kidded by the guys about having girl tits. Guys love to do that.
"So listen, dude, we got a little problem Nothing major, but something we got to work out."
Jake smiled and ran one hand over his chest. His even, white teeth sparkled.
"What's the matter, Jake?"
I guess I have to admit that by this time, I did idolize him. I mean I spent all my fun time with him. I talked to him on the phone every night like I was his girlfriend or something. I hoped the problem was nothing serious as I couldn't stand to lose another friend and be lonely again. That feeling probably has something to do with my dead father.
Jake stretched out one leg and ran the toes of his foot down my bare calf. It tickled, and sent a tingle through me.
"Well, you know that you have become my best bud over these last few weeks." He nudged me with his toes. "Don't you?"
He smiled, and I smiled.
"Yeah, I guess." I felt somehow shy admitting that to him. "We do hang out a lot."
He laughed a rich, warm, masculine, teenage laugh.
"A lot? Christ, Kyle, I don't even have time to fuck much cunt anymore, I'm so busy hanging with you. Sometimes my fuckmeat feels like it's going to explode right out of my jeans.”
I felt a little thrill go through me at Jake's dirty talk. He talked dirty a lot. I also felt a twinge of sadness.
"Is that the problem? Do you want to spend less time with me?"
He shook his head, and some of the water from the shower flew from his hair into my face. It felt like rain.
"No way, man, I want to spend more time with you. I feel kinda like we’re brothers or something, don't you?"
"The problem is the other guys. They feel like I have dumped them for you. They're as jealous as that thirteen-year-old cunt I fucked pregnant last year when she found out I was boffing two other girls. They say it's unmerited ‘cause you never went through any team initiation or anything like the rest of us."
"I never heard about any team initiation, Jake."
"That's cause technically it's illegal. You know how parents and school boards are about that kind of shit, but we always do it. All of us went through it, and the guys say it's not fair just because I am the captain of the team, and you’re my best friend that I let you off so lightly."
I shrugged. "So, I'll do the dumb initiation."
"Yeah, but I don't want you to have to endure any rough stuff. Those guys can be pretty big assholes sometimes, and like I say they’re jealous of you, so I won't let you go through any real hazing or anything. No bad stuff. Shit, I am too ashamed to even tell you what I had to do."
I somehow grew terribly excited by this talk. I don't know why. I tried to imagine what Jake had to do in front of other guys.
"Like what, Jake? What did you have to do?"
He shook his handsome head again.
"Naw, I wouldn't ever want you to go through something like that. I like you way too much. But anyway, here's what I thought. I would tell the other guys that you would put in some time as a kind of a team manager. You would do little chores for them, pick up after them, that kind of stuff. I'll even help you. That way it would be like serving out an initiation How does that sound? Just do what the guys ask you to do. You know, little favors, and shit. Do that for about a month, and then I know they will accept you as one of them. That way we can still be best friends without me taking all kinds of shit from them."
"Sure, Jake, no problem. I don't want you to take any shit for me. I just want to get along with everyone, and I really want to stay your friend."
He reached out and put one large hand on my naked shoulder, and for some reason, I felt really weak.
"Great. I'll set it up with the guys. I'll tell them that starting tomorrow, you’re serving initiation time, and they can give you little, mild chores to do to prove your loyalty. And hey, in front of them, I may have to act a little tough and give you a few chores myself. I hope you don't mind. In private, I'll even help you with stuff, but in front of the other guys, you know how it is. Okay, dude?"
I smiled and felt his fingers knead my shoulder.
"That's fine, Jake."
"Puuurrrfeect!” He growled and stood up. "What say, we hit a burger joint for some sustenance? I'll bet you’re damned hungry and could eat just about anything."
As he said that, he peeled down his speedo. Now, I'd seen him naked like I said in the shower before, but for some reason, this felt so different. There he stood bare-ass naked in front of me, and his well-built, muscular body was not totally dry yet. He stepped out of his wet speedo and left it on the locker room floor. He stood with his hands on his hips with his legs spread slightly. I couldn't help it — I had to look at that big, fat girl fucker hanging between his legs. It was so fucking awesome. It hung at least six inches soft. Almost as thick as a Coke can, and his big balls hung behind it swinging slightly.
"Jesus," he said, "if I don't fuck something soon, I'm going to go nuts."
One hand went down and cupped his huge nuts. I felt myself getting turned on. Honest to God, I don't know why. I had never had a queer thought in my life. Not in my whole fucking life. He turned away and started to walk toward his locker. I watched his ass globes roll as he walked.
"Oh, Kyle, pick up my swimsuit, will you? And, eh, take it home, and wash it out for me, would you? I got so much homework, I won't have time."
"No problem, Jake."
I leaned down and picked up his tiny Speedo. It felt warm and wet. It smelled like swim pool and sweat. I thought of Jake’s big, fat, hairy balls, and enormous cock. I held the warm suit in my hands and tried to ignore the fact that I had a fifteen-year-old boner. What was happening to me?
It started the next day. I had no idea that Jake had already spoken with the other senior guys, but I was soon to find out. Everything went along fine until gym class. We have to take gym at my school twice a week even if we are on the swim team, and practice every day after school. That's because Coach thinks we still have to exercise our bodies in other ways, and we should play other sports as well. Anyway, it was after gym class, and I was at my locker stripped down to my jockstrap. Skeeter was about four lockers down from me with a bunch of Seniors. Skeeter is the class clown. He's a thin guy, blond, and not what you would call very hunky at all. Still, because of his sense of humor, he is really popular. Skeeter started talking loudly to the three seniors with him so boisterously that heads turned including mine.
"Shit, I can't stand it anymore. My fucking jock strap is so fucking dirty you can smell it halfway across the gym."
Mack, another senior, muscular, and tough looking answered, "You're not telling us anything we don't already know. You must have the dirtiest jock strap in the whole school."
Ted added, "School? Shit, he's got the fucking filthiest prick pouch in the whole God damned state."
The guys laughed, and I took it for just average horsing around. I had just taken off my jock strap and turned to reach for my boxer shorts when Skeeter shouted to me.
"Hey, Kyle, is it true what Jake says? That you’re willing to be initiated to be one of our gang? To be on the inside elite of the swim team?"
He had a big smile when he said this.
I held my boxers over my prick, and nuts so I could turn to face him to answer.
"Yeah, I guess. Jake said I should do it. You guys are cool, and I want you to like me."
"We do like you, my man," Skeeter said, rubbing the front of his pouch as if his dick, and balls itched. I could smell his jock strap from five feet away. "But you can't just switch to our school one day, and take over the next. You already stole all our girls and Jake. You gotta pay your dues, right bros?"
Ted and Mack nodded in mock seriousness. I couldn't tell how much they were kidding.
"So what do you say, are you ready for a little initiation? Will you pass a few tests for us, and shit like that just to prove you got the balls?"
I felt cold even though the locker room was sweltering.
"Ugh…yeah, sure, I guess."
"Well then, since I am so fucking behind in my homework, I just don't have time to clean my gear. You won't mind taking my filthy jockstrap home, and giving it a good hand washing now will you?"
He looked at me real innocent like, his head cocked to one side. Ted and Mack were holding back their laughter.
"Ugh…I guess not."
What the fuck could I say? I didn't want to even touch the foul prick pouch, but if I had to do some washing for them to get accepted so be it.
Skeeter sat down on a white gym mat, and kind of arched up his loins, so his filthy jock pouch encasing his teenage dick, and balls stuck up in the air.
"It is so fucking dirty, I can't stand to wear it one more day. I mean, my balls itch something terrible. It doesn't only stink to high heaven, it’s all stiff cause when I watch those fucking hot cheerleaders, my prick leaks like a fucking faucet, and the frigging jock pouch is crusted with pre-cum."
He acted like he was a model there on the floor, the other guys busting a gut. If I hadn't been the butt of the joke, I would have been laughing too. It was pretty funny. He twisted around to look at the straps.
"Christ, there are skid marks on the ass straps. That's from when I farted during that rope climbing shit. Good thing you'll clean it for me."
Now he peeled off the jock strap, revealing his medium-sized prick, and nuts. He wasn't built large or anything. I don't know why I noticed his dick. It was just something I did. He held the jock strap up by two fingers and smelled.
"Jesus H. Christ it’s enough to knock you out."
Now he stood up and held the jock strap out to me. I just stood there, looking dumb.
"Well go on, take it. How can you wash it if you don't take it?"
Shit, I really didn't want to touch the jock strap. The smell was overpowering with ball sweat, piss, and God knows what else. I had enough trouble standing the stench of my own jock strap after a really sweaty gym class. But I knew I had to stand up to these guys, I had to impress them, so I held out my hand, and took the wet dick strap. I kind of just stood there holding it.
"Oh, and Kyle, my man, I don't want my jock strap ruined by rough washing so make sure you wash it by hand."
Yeah, right, sure I would — like hell, but I smiled and said I would. How the fuck would they ever know, but they were way ahead of me.
"How do you know he's not going to throw it in a washing machine?" Ted asked, innocent as all get out.
Skeeter looked at him.
"Because I trust him, because he's Jake's pal, and because any pal of Jake is a potential pal of mine."
I felt a little better. I chew my lower lip when I get nervous, and I had been doing that, but I stopped. I still stood there looking stupid with my boxer shorts held over my dick, and balls while Skeeter didn't seem to mind if his dick was swinging away for all of us to see. Some high school boys are like that more comfortable with themselves than others. With their sexuality I mean. I looked for something I could wrap the filthy wet jock strap in before I put it in my book bag. But what?
"Still, I think a proof of trust is in order. I think Kyle here should prove to us that he is true blue that he will do what we say. We need a pledge of some sort."
I nodded my head, chewing my lip again.
"I promise to wash Skeeter's jockstrap by hand. Okay?"
But Mack shook his head.
"Nah, that's not good enough. We need to know you will treat it with respect. How about you show us that you really are willing to go through a little initiation for us?"
"Why don't you suck his jockstrap clean here and now."
I couldn't believe what I had just heard. I wanted to tell them to go fuck themselves.
"Or do we tell Jake that you’re really uncooperative?" Ted leaned against the locker and curled his toes.
"You gotta be kidding guys."
I looked at Skeeter, who just smiled a big smile while reached down and scratched his teen nuts.
"Look, Jake said I would have to do some little chores for you, not…not sick shit like this."
I tried to maintain my dignity standing there holding my shorts in front of my prick while holding the stinking jockstrap in the other hand.
"Look, Kyle, think of it as a Fear Factor kind of thing. You gotta show us that you got what it takes to be our friend. After all, we’re seniors, and older than you by almost two years. If you wanna hang with us, you gotta be willing to sweat a little. So Fear Factor it is. It'll be over in a few minutes. Just put the stinking jockstrap wet with nut sweat and stiff with prick leak into your mouth, and suck it for us for a few minutes then you can take it home and wash it."
"What if I puke?" I asked sincerely.
"That would be a bad sign of disrespect. Come on, I gotta get to class. You want me to give Jake a good report, don't you? He would be so broken hearted to hear you failed the very first test."
Four or five other students had heard what was going on, and now they gathered around in various stages of undress to watch. Jesus, I was making a spectacle of myself.
"What's it going to be, Kyle? In or Out? Winner or Loser? "
I tell you I was so fucking lonely, I couldn't stand it, and I really wanted Jake to stay my friend. He was so damned cool, so I raised the dick reeking jockstrap to my mouth and started to put the elastic waistband between my lips.
"Oh no, my friend. You gotta suck on the pouch. The part that holds Skeeter's cunt stuffer and nads."
I was dizzy from the smell.
"Guys, I don't know if I can do this."
"Suck on it," Skeeter growled like he was telling a date to do his dick.
With nine guys watching now, I opened my mouth and put the prick pouch in. It was stiff, but the sweat had made some of the dried gunk gooey and slimy. I tried to make my mind a blank and shoved the elastic pouch into my mouth. I stood there with another high school student's jock strap hanging from my mouth. Imagine how stupid I looked. How stupid I felt. My eyes were red and stung. I didn't realize that I was bouncing on the balls of my naked feet with nerves.
"Good man, now suck it clean."
The guys leaned in to get a better look. I sucked on the jockstrap pouch. The taste was bitter and salty, and chalky, and I don't know what. As I sucked more, and more I thought I smelled piss, and the taste of the pouch got saltier. I thought I would faint when I heard the guys applauding me.
"Well done, Kyle. You passed your first test. The first of a month of initiation trials. You did very well."
How do you think I felt, a fifteen-year-old kid standing there bare-assed with another dude's jockstrap hanging from my mouth. I can't tell you how degrading it was.
"Shit, I gotta get to class," Skeeter yelled, and ran toward his locker, his prick, and balls swinging, and slapping his legs He turned back. "Don't forget to hand wash it. Treat it special after it covers an important part of me."
The guys laughed, and Mack stepped out of his gym shorts. "Hey, Kyle, will you wash my dick strap too?" He threw it at me as his huge prick flopped around.
That first day was my easiest. Five more guys threw their prick pouches at me. That night I had to wash all six by hand. Jake came over to see that I did a good job.
Jake drove me home after school that day. I had the six jockstraps in my book bag wrapped in a plastic bag, but I could still smell them. Jake was very nonchalant like nothing at all unusual had happened.
"So, how's it hanging, dude? Have a good day?"
We didn't have any classes together because I am two years below him in school, and he hangs with the seniors at lunch. When I got into his car, his charisma just took over, and I felt like I was under a spell or something. He was just so damned charming. As we pulled out of the school parking lot, we passed a fourteen-year-old freshman girl talking with her friends. Jake honked his horn, and she waved.
"Jesus, I really got to fuck that soon. I'm getting blue balls just looking at her."
"But you've got a steady girl now, don't you, Jake? Allison? Aren't you two going steady?"
Jake talked to me almost nonstop about fucking girls. It's like all he ever chattered about except food and sports. Still, it was a thrill to be around him. He was the most popular kid in the school, and I have to admit that I felt kind of proud being his friend.
"Allison? Shit, I've fucked her a dozen times. I'm bored out of my mind. Her cunt is stretched out big enough for me to get my whole fucking hand in, and she won't let me up her asshole. Have you ever fucked a girl in the ass, Kyle?"
"Ugh, no, Jake, I haven't."
"It's so great. Fucking ass is almost more fun than fucking cunt, ‘cause the ass is tighter, and the fuck is more forceful somehow. I can't think of anything I love doing more than fucking ass. Don't ever tell the other guys that ‘cause some of them are pretty conservative."
I felt proud that Jake confided things to me he told no one else. It meant I was special to him somehow.
We stopped at a fast food place for some burgers. There was this adorable girl from my class who worked there. She seldom had time to hang with us cause her family was quite impoverished, and she had to work right after school. We pulled up to the drive-in window. I had a bad crush on this girl named Traci. Jake knew it.
"Oh, my man, look who's working, your honey, Traci."
"Cut it out, Jake."
"Hi, Jake. Hello, Kyle."
Traci, of course, like all the other girls had a big crush on Jake, but she also liked me quite a bit I think. We ordered.
"Why don't you guys park and come eat inside? If it gets slow, maybe I can come visit with you for a while."
She was so damned hot, and cute too. Jake smiled and shook his head.
"Nah, we can't, maybe some other time. I'd really like to, but Kyle's got to get home."
I wanted to protest that I didn't have to get home, but Jake went on.
"He promised a bunch of the senior dudes that he'd wash their dirty jockstraps for them."
Traci looked at me and made a face. Her pretty face just wrinkled up like she was smelling something bad. I wondered for a moment if she could smell what was in my book bag.
"Ewwwwwwww, Kyle, why would you want to do something like that?"
"Well, I, ugh…"
I had no answer. I was tongue-tied. I felt like an idiot. Jake came to my rescue, kind of.
"He's just a really nice guy. He's always doing little stuff like that. I think he gets a real thrill out of hand washing the jock straps of the senior boys."
Some help. Now I sounded really queer. Traci looked at me in a funny way, then turned back to her work.
"Why the fuck did you say that?" I hissed at Jake.
"What? I just told the truth. Since when are you anti-truth? What are you so uptight about?"
We drove in silence to my house, listening to the radio. Once there, Jake threw himself on my bed in my upstairs bedroom. He stretched out, his face buried in my pillow. Somehow, for some reason, it gave me a really funny feeling in my gut. I don't know why.
"Okay, dude, we got rules. Well, don't include me in this. The guys have worked up a set of rules for you to follow for the next month for your initiation. Want me to read them to you?"
He patted the bed next to where he was lying, and so I sat next to him. It felt bizarre. I had often thought of asking Jake to sleep over, but at fifteen, and eighteen it seemed a bit weird. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at the high school hunk lying next to me. He arched his muscular body up to pull the piece of paper out of his pocket.
"Most of this is bullshit stuff, but if it makes those assholes happy, try to do it for them with a positive attitude. It'll be over in a month, and you'll be one of the gang."
Then he smiled and squeezed my leg.
"You’re part of my gang already!"
He unfolded the handwritten paper.
"The guys wrote this together in the senior lounge today. You'd think they were writing the Declaration of Fucking Independence. Hey, dude, pull off my shoes for me will you?"
I almost missed it. Just asked me a favor, right? Pull off his shoes. Why couldn't he just kick them off? They were just low cut sneakers. Why should I pull them off? He waited. He never blinked looking at me like the world stopped. I slid down the bed and reached for one of his big feet. I slipped the tennis shoe off, I smelled the smell of athletic socks. Jake was not dirty. Jake was never dirty. Jake wouldn't be caught dead with a filthy jock strap. I dropped the shoe to the floor, and then reached over, and slipped off his other shoe.
"Thanks, buddy," He wiggled his toes. "That feels good. Now, crawl on up here, and listen to the rules your new friends have created for you."
I crawled up and lay next to my buddy on the bed. Just before I put my head down next to him, he pulled the pillow away from my side and slid it under his head atop the pillow on that side. Now, he had two pillows, and I had none. I kind of turned on one side and propped my head up with my hand.
“Rules for Kyle's Initiation: Compiled by the Oakdale Senior Swim Team Members.
If these rules are not obeyed for one month, Kyle Scranton shall be dismissed from the swim team and not allowed to join any other school teams."
"Can they do that? Can they just make decisions like that?"
"Oh yeah, the coach listens to his team members. He says if a guy doesn't fit in with the team, if he throws off the harmony, it can wreck the entire season."
"But then the guys can get any dude they don't like thrown off the team."
He shifted on the bed and reached down with one hand to adjust his big balls in his jeans.
"You suppose Traci is a good fuck?"
"I don't know Jake, and after today, I may never know," I said, only half teasing.
"I wouldn't mind throwing a good fuck into her. You know, listening to her squeal as I shove my huge hunk of fuckmeat into her tight, little pussy."
I got really jealous then. I knew he could have her if he wanted to, and I wanted her. I was lost in thought and almost didn't hear him continue reading.
"Rule One: For one month, Kyle will not be allowed to date any girls. No dates. No kissing. No making out. No fucking. In fact, for one month, Kyle will not be allowed to speak to any females whatsoever, except to answer female teachers, and to talk to his mom."
"Come on, How can I not talk to any girls. What about at the mall in shops or at a restaurant?"
"Only go places where guys are working. No girls. That's rule number one."
I pouted on the bed there next to my hunky pal.
"Rule Two: Kyle is forbidden to jerk off or shoot a load of cum except with permission of a Senior Team Member, who shall be present on all such occasions."
"That's just stupid, Jake. How are they going to enforce it?"
Jake turned toward me, his muscular body inches from me.
"First, they trust you. Second, I trust you. Third, they have plans to ensure their control. How often do you beat off, Kyle?"
That was such a personal question, I wasn't ready for it.
"Jeez, I don't know..."
"Sure you do. Every guy does. If I'm fucking some girl, I still beat off usually twice a day. If I am not fucking cunt, it's usually four times. How about you?"
My dick felt really funny just then. I don't know why.
"I guess two or three times, you know in the morning before school, at night before I go to sleep, and sometimes just for fun in between."
Jake leaned closer to me. I could smell him. It was a pleasant smell.
"You haven't fucked any twat in a long time, have you?"
Even among friends, that is a delicate question.
"Well, not since I moved here, so it's been a couple of months."
He made a kind of whooping sound and grabbed his crotch with both hands.
"Shit, how can you go a couple of months without any cunt? I'd lose my fucking mind. I'd be fucking watermelon, cantaloupe, anything that moves. If I have to go a couple of days without fucking, I go crazy."
I kind of sneered then.
"Well, Jake, we can't all be as lucky as you."
"Hey, don't get angry with me, dude. It's not my fault, you don't score. I'm trying to be sympathetic here. Anyway, the rules say no beating off without permission, but that's easy, I got my cell phone, you just call me up to get permission."
"Every time I want to jerk off, I got to call you?"
"Or some other team member.
“Rule Three: Until further notice, Kyle is forbidden to eat, shit or piss without permission from a team member."
I sat up.
"Oh come on. I can't piss without asking permission?"
"Just pick up the cell phone, bro. Nothing simpler. Let's try to play by the rules, okay? I really want you on the team, and as my best buddy."
"But how can I, not eat, not take a dump, forget it."
I lapsed into silence. Jake sat up and leaned in close. I could feel his breath on me.
"You okay with this? Will you try it, for me?"
I somehow couldn't say no to him.
"Shit it's warm in here, like a fucking oven."
I heard a rustle and turned to see Jake seated behind me on the bed slipping out of his sweatshirt, and tee-shirt. Now he was naked from the waist up. His body was gorgeous. His pecs were tight and strong with big, round, pink nipples. His stomach was tight. A tiny trail of prick hair went from his belly button down into his pants. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He knew it too. He stretched and pretended to yawn. I saw his abundant, thick armpit hair. No wonder the girls allowed him to do whatever he wanted. He was the kind of guy who just took whatever he wanted in life.
"Rule Four: After gym, and after swimming, Kyle will collect all the dirty towels, swimsuits, jock straps, socks, whatever, and wash them for the team each night for the next month. He will hand wash them. He will iron all the jockstraps, and towels, and socks so they are neat and clean. He will return each jockstrap, towel, socks, or swimsuit to the owner with a handwritten note thanking the owner for allowing him to clean his dirty sports equipment."
"Rule Five: Kyle will write for us a detailed account of every sexual experience he has ever had. He will list partners by name, age, and describe in detail what they did together. He will tell us how many encounters he had with each partner and describe each encounter in detail."
"Wouldn't that be compromising the girls, to tell their names, and stuff?"
"Who gives a shit about the cunts? There are no secrets between best buddies. We share everything. Don't I tell you about every twat I stuff?"
I didn't want to hurt my ex-girlfriend by giving out her name or telling what we did. I guess I still loved her.
"Rule Six: Until further notice, Kyle will wear to school each day the clothing we supply for him instead of his own ugly unstylish rags."
“Fetch my book bag will you, dude?"
I crawled off the bed and got the eighteen-year-old jock's book bag for him. He sat there, bare-chested, looking like some kind of God. He ruffled through the bag and pulled out a pair of jeans that looked like they belonged to a ten-year-old. Then he pulled out five tiny tee shirts, they too liked like they belonged to a child.
"Those will never fit me."
"They might be tight and small, but I know you'll make them fit."
I shook my head in disbelief. The jeans were the old-fashioned really tight kind, with narrow legs. They looked to be low rise, like girls jeans, the tee shirts were gross. One of them had "FREE MICHAEL JACKSON" printed on the front. Another had "PROUD TO BE QUEER" on the back. They were awful.
"Jake, I can't wear this stuff even if I wanted to. I'll get kicked out of school."
"No, you won't dude. We had a case last year where this faggot wanted to wear a gay pride shirt, and the school couldn't stop him so you can wear whatever we say."
"But, Jake, why would you want me to do something like this. It's sick."
He placed one large hand on my shoulder.
"First of all, dude, it's not me. It's the other guys. Second, It’s like Fear Factor or Survivor, you just gotta show you got the guts, and the guys will be fine with you. Now, that's all the rules for now. There will be more rules later. What say we get those dirty prick pouches washed. I promised the guys I'd get some digital photos of you doing the washing just to prove you were hand washing them.”
I didn't know what was going on anymore. I was really pretty confused. I had already forgotten half the rules, they seemed so fucking stupid. I got off the bed and grabbed my book bag. Jake, stood up next to me, scratching one pec. The rubbery nipple moved under his fingers. I pulled the stinking plastic bag out of my book bag.
"Hey, dude, I got an idea. Just to show you’re a good sport, why not put on Skeeter's jock strap, and wear that while you wash the others, then take his off, and wash it last? I'll get some pics of you in Skeeter's jock strap. It'll show the guys you’re a good sport."
"Have you seen Skeeter's jockstrap, Jake?"
"Yeah, it's pretty gross, but shit, you sucked on it, right? So how bad can wearing it for a few minutes be? Come on, strip off, and put it on. Do it for me."
He made a face that made him look about twelve, and I had to laugh. I kicked off my shoes. I took off my shirt and started to unbuckle my pants.
"Whoa, wait a minute, let me see your tits."
"What?" I stood there nervously, while muscular Jake eyed my noticeably thin body.
"The guys are right. They said you needed some titty exercises. I never really took a good look at you, but They’re right. Your tits aren't developed enough. I mean, every week we’re out there at swim meets representing our school. We can't afford to look wimpy. You will have to start doing some tit exercises, and I mean starting tonight."
"What's wrong with my ti...my chest?"
"Well, first of all, your pecs aren't developed. Look at mine, feel mine."
I couldn't do that. I just couldn't. I mean, feel another dude's chest.
"What's the matter? Feel my pecs, feel how strong they are."
I reached out one trembling hand and felt Jake's chest muscles. His skin was like velvet, the muscles under it hard, and sinewy.
"And then, there's the tits themselves. The nipples, your nipples are really undeveloped."
My nipples?" I was aghast. "Who the fuck cares about a guy's nipples?"
“Look at mine, dude. Look at how big, and round they are, and how the nipple tips stick out nice and full like pencil erasers. If you’re gonna be on the varsity swim team, and especially if you want to be captain someday, which I think you could be, you got to have great nipples."
"But lots of the guys…I mean…I can't be the only guy with small nipples."
"Kyle, you’re my friend, you’re the friend of the captain of the team. We have certain standards. I want you to look your best, and it's nothing that some exercises can't fix. Some daily exercises for a couple of months, and you will have awesome tits."
I felt ugly. I felt beaten down. I don't know why.
"Don't worry, I'll help you with your titty exercises. Now strip off bare-assed and get into that dirty jock strap. I can't stand the smell."
Hi, my name is Kyle Tim Scranton, and I've been telling all of you how I ended up the miserable mess I now am. I know I'm going slowly, but I want you to fully grasp the step by step process by which I was broken and changed from a decent, normal, high school student into…into, I don't even know what? Animal is too sophisticated a term for what I am now, and it was all because of Jake.
So, there I was in my bedroom, alone with Jake, the all-star athlete, and hero of Oakdale High School. He was standing there watching me, and he was dressed in jeans and socks, nothing else. He had shed his shirt, and his body glistened and seemed to reflect the lamp light from my room. He was watching me undress. He had just told me to put on one of the senior boy's filthy stinking jockstraps and to wear it while I hand washed the others that I had acquired.
It was a kind of varsity swim team initiation, but it was so much more than that. It would measure whether I would ever fit in at my new school or be an outcast forever. I stripped down to my boxer shorts and then stood awkwardly while digging my naked toes into the carpet. I had been naked in front of Jake in the locker room showers, but this was the first time we were ever alone, and I have already told you that although I was one hundred percent straight, he had this wildly unusual effect on me.
He rested his hands casually on his hips. His jeans hung low and baggy, and I could see that he wore no underwear. He had this mean, impatient look on his super handsome face.
"Well, what's the matter, are you afraid to show me your little dick?"
I screwed up my face.
"It's not that, Jake, you know it." First of all, I didn't think of my dick as being particularly little. "It's just that this whole thing is so stupid. I feel so queer doing this shit."
He smiled then.
"I can't help it, buddy, if you feel queer. Do you want to be on the varsity team or not?"
"Of course, I do, and I didn't mean queer like that."
"Then why are you so God damned scared to be naked in front of me? I'm supposed to be your best friend."
He looked right at me, first in the eyes, and then down at my boxer shorts. I bit the bullet. What the hell. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband, and slid my boxers down to my knees then kicked them off. I quickly reached for the stinking filthy jock strap I was supposed to wear for the digital camera photo, but Jake stopped me.
"Whoa, hold on a minute there. Let me see your dick!"
The star athlete of the school had just asked me to show him my dick! I was fucking freaking out.
"What?" I asked as I turned deep red with humiliation.
"I'm a little worried. Your dick looks really small. Let me see. You know to be on the varsity team you gotta be seven inches or bigger. It's not my rule, buddy, it's been around for a long time. All the guys on varsity have pricks seven inches or bigger. Let me see."
I chewed my lower lip, and put my hands behind my back. I felt so stupid, but what could I do? I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I clasped them behind my back. Jake, the school stud, leaned in to get a really good look at my cock, which was shrinking even more from humiliation and nerves.
"Jesus, it does look small. Ted said you had a peanut for a prick, but I didn't believe him. This could pose a problem for us, buddy."
He leaned in real close like he was studying my cock.
"It's big when it's hard. It's just that I'm nervous now, and you know you can't tell how big a dick gets when it's flaccid."
Shit, I sounded like a sexologist.
"I don't know. I mean suppose you fuck some girl from school, and then a rumor gets out that you got the dick of a faggot. I mean, that would reflect on me, wouldn't it? Here I am your best friend. I take you everyplace. I open social doors for you, and you got this peanut prick that can't even satisfy a needy cunt. That would pretty much make me a laughing stock, wouldn't it?" He shook his head and got a really disappointed look on his face. "I was sure you were a stud. I was sure, even though you're a thin, little guy, you'd be seven inches."
"Come on Jake, am. I am seven when it gets hard. It's no big deal."
"Kyle, not to me it's not. I really like you, but to the guys on the team, it means a lot. It’s like…tradition! We better measure it."
I almost fucking fainted.
"You want to measure my dick?"
He started to look around.
"Yeah. You got a ruler around here? Go on, get a boner for me."
I could hardly form the words.
"Look, Jake, this is stupid. I mean…I can't …I…"
He stood up straight and crossed his arms over his muscular chest.
"Look, Kyle, if you're not seven inches, there is no point going on with this initiation so get a fucking woody, and let's check. No, wait. Let’s measure it soft first."
He put his hand on my soft dick and lifted it up. It felt so damned strange to have another guy's hand on my dick. He measured my small, limp dick then told me to get it hard. There I was a fifteen-year-old rather lonely student who wanted — needed — to belong standing bare-assed in front of the school hero and being told to masturbate myself into a hard-on. He shook his head and clicked his tongue.
"You do know how to jerk off? A few minutes ago, you were telling me you do it three times a day. Well, show me how you do it!"
I was so embarrassed, I almost died. Slowly, I put one hand to my flaccid prick and began to play with it with my fingers. Jake watched me. He looked half amused, half angry.
"Is that how you do it? With your fingertips, like a fucking fairy? Jeez, most guys beat their meat, you know, slam their hand up and down the shaft until their balls almost rip off like a good hard twat fuck! But, I guess you got nothing to get your hand around."
"It gets bigger Jake. I'm just nervous. I never did this in front of anyone."
"I'm not anyone. I'm your best buddy. So, what are you so fucking nervous about? You're acting like a faggot in the men's room when I take a piss at the urinal next to him. Christ, they really freak out. Did you ever take a piss next to a faggot? They act all concerned with their own pissing, but you can see them sneaking looks at your dick. The last time a faggot did that, I turned so that I was peeing right on his pants, and I said ‘You want a good look, faggot? Here, now you can see it.’ I fucking piss soaked him."
I was yanking on it now, humiliated that it wasn't getting hard. What could I do?
"Look, Kyle, you gotta get hard so I can measure you. Do whatever it takes. What you do when you’re alone? Play with your tits or stick a finger up your asshole if it will help. I don't care. I want to get this over with."
I don't know if it was his dirty talk or what, but at last, the blood went into my dick, and it started to thicken and lengthen.
"It's getting bigger now."
I pulled my dick and rubbed my fucksack not caring anymore if Jake watched as long as it got hard so I wouldn't be a disgrace. My bag was bouncing, and my nuts ached as I spread my legs wider and flogged my fuckhog. I was desperate. Suddenly Jake raised his digital camera and snapped a photo of me beating off. I was stunned.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"Just playing. Jesus, don't be so uptight. I'll delete it."
But he didn't.
I jerked my dick and masturbated frantically. At last, my cock was standing up full and thick. It was as big as it got, and I was pretty convinced it was nothing to be ashamed of.
"Okay, let's have a look at that cuntstuffer."
He brought the ruler to my prick and then touched the dick again. He grabbed my cockshaft with two fingers. He was holding my hard dick. I really freaked out then. I actually jumped on my bare toes. Jake laughed.
"Easy boy. I just gotta get a good measurement. Proof for the guys on the team. Yeah, you got seven inches here or close enough anyway. No problem. I knew you could do it. Now, just let me get a photo of that."
"What? You want a photo of me measuring my dick?"
I stood there with the ruler now in my own hand, and my hard dick bobbing and swinging.
"How else we going to prove it to Ted and the guys? Put the ruler along the side of your prick. Smile at the camera for shit's sake. Don't look so scared."
"If you're taking a picture of my dick, why must my face be in the photo?"
"To prove it's you!"
So, I posed with the ruler next to my cock while Jake snapped four photos.
"Okay, let's go wash the jocks. I'm getting bored."
“I thought you wanted me to put Skeeter's jock strap-on?"
He started to push me toward the bathroom.
"Forget it. Let's just get them clean."
I wanted to put my boxers on, but Jake didn't give me a chance. He shoved me bare-ass naked into the bathroom. I carried the plastic bag with the filthy jockstraps in, and my hard prick bounced when I walked. Since Skeeter's jock strap was the stinkiest and the foulest, I wanted to get it out of the way and wash it first. I put soap into the sink filled with water and took his filthy cock strap in my hand.
"Is what Skeeter, Ted, and Mark told me true?" Jake asked.
I froze with the strap in my hand.
“You actually sucked on that dirty prick pouch?"
Jake had this disgusted look on his face. I didn't know what to say.
"Well, they made me. You said I had to do whatever they told me to. It was their idea."
"They never expected you to do it, man. Jesus, they never thought in a million years you would actually do such a fucking perverted thing."
I wanted to cry. I really did. I don't know now how I held my tears back. I stood there bare-assed in front of Jake.
"But…but…they said I had to."
"Come on, Kyle, no real guy would ever do something like that. Only a faggot would get off on something like tasting another guy's prick sweat."
"I didn't get off on it. I fucking hated it. It made me sick, but they said I had to do it."
I was yelling at Jake like it was his fault. He raised both his hands.
"Hey…hey…hey…don’t yell at me. I didn't tell you to suck out someone's dick spooge."
"Well, don't say I liked it. I hated it. I thought I had to do it to get on the team. You said—"
"Whatever. Hey, Kyle, will you let me see?"
"How you did it. Will you suck on it a little for me?"
I could feel my heart about to burst through my chest. I felt dizzy, and my goddamned dick now wouldn't go down. It just got thicker and longer and harder.
"Oh, Jake. Don't make me do that. I hated it. It was so gross. Please?"
He got this sweet boyish look on his handsome face. He kind of pouted.
"Hey, come on, just a little for me. I wanna see too. I missed all the fun. It's just between us. I won't tell anyone. Do it for me?"
"Jake, please, it's really gross."
"You did it for them. Do you like those guys better than me? I thought you really liked me."
"I do. I do like you Jake."
Suddenly, I felt I couldn't bear to lose his friendship.
"Then show me. Suck on Skeeter's jock strap for me."
At what moment do we submit? At what moment does everything change? I'm not sure. Had it been a long time coming? Was it sudden? I raised my shaking hand to my face and opened my mouth. Again, the stink of the jockstrap overwhelmed me. I put the prick pouch into my mouth and started to suck. The old flavor returned as the stiff elastic soaked with piss and cum and God knows what softened, and the juices began to flow.
"Holy shit, Kyle. That's great. That is so fucking perverse. Jesus. Yeah, suck on it. Suck the scum from that dickbag. Suck it, Kyle. That's where Skeeter's sweaty prick was for weeks. Holy shit, man, you’re really something. Suck on that filthy fucking jock strap."
Then he raised the camera and took a photo of me standing there bare-ass naked with a hard-on sucking on a guys jockstrap. I didn't even protest. I was too freaked out.
"Okay, okay, don't swallow the fucking thing. You really do like it, Kyle. I can tell. What does it taste like?"
"Jesus, Jake. I don't like it. I don't know what it tastes like…pretty crappy. You wanna try?"
He shook his handsome head and laughed.
"No way man. Hey, I got an idea. Suck on Ted's a little and tell me if it tastes the same."
"I can't do that. It's just too perverted. I just can't."
I made my last stand. Jake walked up to me in the small bathroom. His naked torso hot and sweaty near my own smaller body. He raised his two large hands and took my face in them. He squeezed my face gently.
"Kyle, when I tell you to do something for me, you do it. Okay? Okay?"
It took forever for me to answer, but there was only one answer I could give.
"Okay," I said, my throat dry.
He stood there hands on my face, looking into my eyes.
"Good." Then he stepped back again and raised the camera. "Okay now suck on Ted's jockstrap. I wanna know if they taste similar."
I followed orders.
I know you must think I am some kind of fucking sissy freak that I would suck on the guys' jock straps just because Jake told me to. I tell you he has this charisma. Well, I don't know if other guys fall for it, but it did something to me. Does that mean I'm a faggot? Wait until you hear what else I did, and then you be the judge.
I sucked on Teds Jock pouch while Jake watched me with a big smile on his face as he looked through the bag of jocks, and with his fingertips fished out another one.
"Here, Kyle, this one has some really gross stains on the prick pouch. Suck on this one."
He handed me the filthy dick cover, and I took Ted's out of my mouth and replaced it with the new one that had huge stiff yellow stains all over the elastic pouch. I put it in my mouth and sucked. The taste was terrible.
"Great man, you’re doing, and awesome job. You'll have no trouble making the team at this rate as long as you pass the initiation. Listen, I'm gonna call Debbie Thornton, okay? You wash the jocks in the sink. Leave the bathroom door open so that I can watch to make sure you do a good job. Okay, buddy?"
I stood there with the jockstrap in my mouth and nodded. Christ, what an asshole I am. Jake walked into my bedroom and threw himself on the bed — my bed. For some reason that was so hot to me, so erotic. I don't know why. He took my phone and called Debbie Thornton, a freshman girl, whose cherry he had just recently popped. I washed the jock straps and watched him gab with her on the phone. He got more and more dirty. He started saying things like, "does that tight little pussy of yours miss my big, fat dick?"
I stood there bare-ass naked washing jock straps, and my dick just got harder and harder. I don't know why. Then Jake suddenly pushed his ass up off the bed, reached down, unzipped his jeans and slid them down around his knees. Christ, he was bare-assed on my bed. His fat prick was impressive. It stuck up like a wine bottle out of his crotch. It must have been nine-inches long. He started to masturbate while he talked to her on the phone.
"Come on, little bitch, admit it, you really miss my big dick. You like it in your mouth, don't you?"
That was how he always talked to girls. Even in school. He would walk up to some girl at her locker, and say, "so bitch, you wanna taste my dick for lunch today?" and somehow the girls fell for it. Now, he was on my bed, jerking his fuckmeat and talking to a girl from school. I finished washing the jockstraps and hung them over the shower rail to dry. It was gross, and the water in the sink was all scummy. I heard Jake sign off on the phone.
"Finished, Kyle? Good job man. Shit, I'm afraid I leaked pre-fuck slop all over your bed. You know I can't help it. When I talk to a hot bitch, I leak like crazy. Sometimes, it happens in school, I start leaking like a faucet right in my jeans."
I watched Jake as he grabbed my pillow and wiped his leaking dick off on my pillow.
"I gotta piss, Jake."
"Oh, well, you know the rules. Here's the phone. Why don't you call Ted or Mack or Skeeter, and ask them if it's okay."
I made a face. Suddenly I had to piss badly. I don't know if it was from washing the jocks or what, but I had to take a leak big time.
"Come on, Jake. You said all I had to do was tell you. You're my friend. You know it's a stupid rule."
He sat on the edge of my bed, his muscular legs spread, his big, fat, thick as a beer can cock was hanging between his thighs leaking crap onto my bed sheet. It was so gross. I'd never know a guy as openly sexual as Jake. He was so fucking sure of himself all the time.
"Man, I know what I said, and it's true. Most of the time, you just have to let me know so you can follow the rules, and I won't make a big deal of it. But this is the first time, and since I'm here at your house, I think it would be good of you to call one of the other guys just to show that you’re willing to play the game, you know? Here, I'll even punch in Ted's number for you."
Before I could protest, he did. He handed me the phone.
"Yeah?" came Ted's thick masculine, teenage voice.
"Eh…Ted. This is Kyle."
"Who? Oh, the faggot from school. What the fuck do you want, I'm watching some really hot porn here. Three niggers are fucking the shit out of twelve-year-old cunt."
"I'm…eh…sorry to bother you, but you know…the rules. I'm calling because I need to go to the toilet, and I wanted to get permission."
"Well, that's good. Glad to see you obeying the rules. Do you need to shit or piss?"
"Piss." I felt foolish saying this.
"Okay, here's what I want you to do. Do you have a plastic milk bottle down in your fridge?"
"Yeah, I guess. Why?"
"Well, go down, and empty out the milk, and rinse out the bottle then take your piss into the bottle. If you have to piss anymore tonight, piss in the bottle and keep track of how many times you pissed. Okay?"
"I guess. I don't know why though."
"Don't worry about it. Just do it, and bring the bottle to school tomorrow. Oh, yeah, is my man Jake there to keep watch over you?"
"Yeah, he's here."
"Good, make sure he watches you piss, and don't spill a drop."
"Oh, jeez, come on Ted…"
"Somebody has to keep an eye on you and that jock strap better be spotless."
He hung up. I turned to Jake.
"I'm supposed to piss in a bottle, and you're supposed to watch."
Jake chuckled and spread his legs even wider.
"What do you think Kyle, do I have a beautiful cock or what?"
"I don't know, Jake, I'm not a girl. I'll get the milk bottle."
"Wait, just tell me. Do you think my cock is beautiful? Look how thick it hangs and how fat the cockhead is and look at the long pisshole."
He lifted his semi-hard dick and wagged it at me.
"Yeah, Jake, you got a great cock, okay?"
But he pouted that cute pout of his and stood up His dick swung over his huge nuts.
"No, you're not sincere. Lots of chicks have told me I have the most beautiful dick they ever saw."
"Yeah, well a ten-year-old will say anything."
He laughed at that.
"Very funny, but seriously. Look at my cuntbuster. Isn't it awesome? It's much bigger than yours. Bigger than most of the guys at school and perfectly formed. So thick, it really stretches cunt. The bitches scream that it's too big. Isn't it beautiful?"
He walked over toward me, hands on his hips, and thrust his groin out, so his prick bobbed at me. He was some eighteen-year-old stud all right. A young, nasty white boy, God.
"Jake your dick is awesome. Now I really gotta pee bad."
"Then just tell me how beautiful my cock is, and you can go get the bottle."
"Jake, that's queer!"
But I couldn't take my eyes off his dick and nuts. They were so fucking masculine.
"Come on, admit it, you really think my dick is amazing. Tell me how beautiful it is."
"All right, Jake. Your cock is fucking beautiful. It's the most beautiful prick I have ever seen. I can understand why the girls can't keep their mouths off of it. Okay? Happy now?"
It was like the floor fell out of the bedroom. I just hung there in space for a few moments not believing what I had heard.
"Jake, did you say what I think you said?"
He nodded and spread his strong legs wider.
"Just give it a little kiss to show you respect me."
"Jake, I'm not into queer stuff, and I didn't think you were either."
Then why the fuck was my heart pounding in my chest?
"You think I'm into queer shit? Me? The guy who has fucked three times more cunt than any dude in school? Maybe you're the one who is queer."
Suddenly he sounded mean. I got a little scared.
"Jake, I think this whole initiation thing has gone a little far. I wanna be your friend, and I want to be on the team, but you guys aren't fair. I can't do all this stupid, sick stuff."
He seemed to grow three inches in height. His muscles seemed to bulge out. He looked really threatening. I'd never seen him like this.
"KYLE. KISS. MY. DICK. NOW."
I had no power to resist him. I do not to this day know why. Because I am a faggot at heart? Do any of you know the answer? I stood there bare-ass naked in front of him — my body smaller, paler, weaker. My dick had never been so fucking hard, and I had to piss like crazy.
"I gotta piss, Jake. Please."
He whispered, "Kiss my dick, Kyle. That's all you gotta do. Nobody will ever know. This is just between you and me. Our own private little initiation. I do a lot for you. You can do a little something for me. It's not about sex Kyle. It's about power. It's about us as friends. It's a test of friendship. Now come on, down on your knees, and give my fucking hose a little kiss."
I looked into his eyes. There was no compassion, no weakness. I sank to my knees, sweat running off my naked body. His huge hunk of fuckmeat hung in front of my face. I'd never been this close to another guy’s prick in fifteen years of life. I could smell the sweat on the dick that was not unlike the jockstraps.
"Just a little kiss, Kyle. To show your respect."
He spoke quietly now, soothingly. Like he was seducing me with words.
"Jake, I just can't…I never…It's …"
I actually gagged a little.
"Come on, just a kiss. Jesus, Kyle, we're best friends. Do it. Get it over with. Just you and me, best buddies. Kiss my dick, Kyle."
I knew I couldn't win, so I leaned in and closing my eyes planted a kiss on the stalk of his wet, fat, teenage prick. I started to pull away.
"Oh, come on, you call that a kiss? You can do better than that. I didn't even feel that. Come on, give it a proper kiss. You can do it. You already gave it a little peck. A peck for my pecker. But I want a nice kiss."
His dick was up its full nine inches now, so fucking thick. It bobbed in front of my face. I had to pull back so it wouldn't smack me in the nose. I looked up at Jake. He was smiling down at me. He had the camera in his hand.
"Jake, this is wrong for both of us. It's wrong for you and for me. Please…let's not do this kind of stuff. It's just not right…"
I wasn't even making sense anymore. I stared right at his prick. I couldn't take my eyes off it. It had fucked so much teenage cunt. It was so fucking awesome.
"Just give it a nice long kiss, like you would kiss your girlfriend on the mouth. Think about your old girlfriend back home. The one you told me you missed. Think about her, and give my big wet prick a nice, sloppy, loving kiss."
I knew he was testing me. I knew he was testing me for the team. I knew he was seeing if I had the balls to make it into the inner circle of senior boys. Here I was, a sophomore, fifteen years old. Could I do it? I 'd heard about this kind of stuff going on at college frat initiations. When I was in eighth grade, the older brother of one of my buddies had to go through a rough frat initiation, and he told us all about it. I beat off for weeks thinking about the stuff they made him do, so I knew this wasn't really that unusual. But still, I felt so fucking queer.
"Come on, Kyle. Don't let me down."
It was as if the thick cockhead of the dick were speaking to me. I didn't look at Jake. Only at his dick. The thick bush of cock hair. The huge fat balls hanging beneath, each nut the size of a boiled egg. It was a fact. He was more manly than I was. I would never be half the stud he was. I was a wuss. I was a geek by comparison. He would always get the cutest girls and the freshest cunt. He would walk into a bar or a mall, and every girl around got dripping wet panties instantly. That's the kind of guy he was, and I couldn't resist him.
I leaned in and planted a long, soft kiss on the shaft of this throbbing prick. The actual act wasn't as bad as the thought of it. I mean it was just skin — prick skin, but skin.
"Oh, come on, Kyle. Don't be such a sissy. Kiss the head of my cock. Kiss it right on the dickhead."
The cockhead was all wet with leaking pre-fuck, but he put a hand on the back of my head and guided it to his pisshole. He rubbed his wet cockhead on my face. I tried to pull back but couldn't. I wanted it over with, so I kissed his cockhead long and deep. Pre-fuck coated my lips and made me want to puke. Then he pulled away.
"Good job, Kyle. Go get your milk bottle."
I stood on shaky legs looking at this stud. A long string of pre-fuck trailed from his pisshole down toward the floor. He stood there proudly naked. I wiped the back of my hand over my lips, and he chuckled.
"Let’s face it, Kyle. You’re a faggot. No use denying it. I can accept it. My best buddy is a fucking faggot. He loves my dick. Oh, well, it's just something I'll have to get used to. It will be our little secret. I won't tell anyone you kissed my prick."
I didn't know what to say. I had no words.
After having to kiss Jake's fat schlong, I felt peculiar inside and to no little degree because my own cock was rock hard. I went to get the empty plastic milk bottle, and on the way back upstairs, for no reason at all, my legs gave out beneath me. I just felt so weak. I sat on the stairs for a minute, my hard prick throbbing, the need to piss overwhelming, and my head spinning.
"You know, Kyle, I’ve been thinking while you were gone, and I really believe you’re a faggot," Jake said to me when I entered with the empty milk container.
Jake was lying on my bed, bare-ass naked and stroking his unbelievable prick. It was just so fucking big. It was leaking again, and pre-fuck dribbled down along the prick stalk onto his huge nuts. He was such a fucking teenage stud that I felt weak in his presence.
"You know I'm not, Jake. Don't even say that. What if that kind of rumor got around? You know I fucked plenty of girls, and you know I never did any of that shit before."
He sat up on the bed, his prick sticking out like a drainpipe leaking onto my sheets.
"If I had to kiss another guy's dick, not that I ever would, no fucking team in the world would make me do something so sick, but if I did, my prick sure as hell wouldn't stay hard. It would wilt like a fucking flower. Yours just got harder, and harder. Explain that."
I was angry now.
"First of all, you're the one who told me to kiss your fucking dick! Now, you say I should have refused. I don't get it, and I don't know why my prick is hard, but it’s sure as fuck not from being turned on by you."
He laughed then.
"I don't believe you. You’re so hot for me you can’t stand it. I've seen you eyeing me in the showers."
He flexed his stomach muscles, and his fuck meat bounced hitting the bed sheet and leaving a trail of pre-fuck like snot drooling from a nose.
"Ted and Skeeter are always looking at your dick too — it’s so fucking big. Does that make them queer?"
I was trembling with anger now. I couldn't stand being accused of being a fucking fag.
"Ted and Skeeter are one hundred percent male. I've seen them fucking cunt at parties. I only have your word for your masculinity. For all I know, you could have been sucking cock since second grade."
"Fuck you, Jake…and fuck the team. Get out!"
He was off the bed in a minute. He put one strong arm around my shoulder. I looked down at his fat, Coke-can thick prick bouncing over his big nuts.
"Hey, buddy, take it easy. You know, I like you. I like you whether you’re a faggot or not. I'm your new best friend. You don't have to keep any secrets from me. I'll still be your pal."
His hand hung around my shoulder as his fingertips brushed one of my nipples, which got really hard. I got tears in my eyes.
"God damn it, Jake. I'm not queer. How many times must I say it? If you're my pal, you gotta believe me."
"Okay, I'll believe you, but you gotta prove it to me, okay? I'll be your friend either way, but you gotta prove to me that you’ren't queer."
He smiled and pinched my nipple.
"We'll talk about that later. For now, you'd better piss in your bottle before you do it all over the floor. Maybe what you got is just a piss hard, and you're not hot for my cock."
I jumped at that.
"That's right, Jake. That's what it is. I got this raging piss boner. That's all it is."
I held the milk container under my dick and willed it to go down. Jake sat on the edge of my bed again. His complete comfort with his nudity unnerved me. He was just so fucking confident. He spread his legs. His dick stuck up to his chest. Jesus, he could have leaned right down and sucked his own cock. How could any young teen girl take that much prick up her little pussy?
"Come on, dude, piss in the fucking bottle, I got to get home. I got homework to do."
"I'm trying Jake, but the piss won't come."
"If you don't piss now, you got to hold it all night."
"Jake, I can't do that. I gotta go so badly now that I'm almost bursting."
"Then piss for Christ's sake!"
He watched with an amused look on his handsome face. Do you know how hard it is to piss with a teenage stud watching you, looking right at your dick? Finally, a burst of piss shot out of my dick, most of it missing the bottle and splashing onto the floor.
"Whoa, easy stud, you'll have your bedroom floating in piss."
Jake laughed. Have other fifteen-year-olds had any experiences like this? I just don't know. I was so confused. I stood there pissing into the bottle with Jake curiously interested in how I took a leak. I felt tingles go through my entire body. I was pissing half hard. My dick just wouldn't go all the way down, so it was one of those uncomfortable, itchy pisses.
It was in a way frustrating because that was that. After I pissed, Jake suddenly got dressed. I felt somehow lonely or depressed, I am not sure why. He dressed and left me standing there bare-assed. He told me to get some rest, and that I had done an excellent job. Whatever the fuck that meant. He told me he would pick me up and drive me to school tomorrow because I was his best buddy. He reminded me to wear the new clothing the team had provided for me. He reached out one hand and ruffled my hair as if I was a little kid.
"You know we gotta be a little rough on you, buddy. Otherwise, it's not a fair initiation. Hang in there, and don't be so fucking sensitive. You'll pass."
That made me feel a lot better. I almost forgot for a moment that not fifteen minutes earlier, I had actually kissed Jake’s cock. I had kissed the erect prick of another boy. Before Jake zipped up, he wiped his leaking dick on my pillowcase. Now, after he had gone, I stood there looking down at my bed. The pillowcase was stiff with dried dick leak, and there were stains and stiff spots all over the sheets as well, but I was too tired to change the bed. My ma was out of town for four days. I just threw myself onto the bed and fell asleep with my dick was hard most of the night. I don't know why. It was what I thought would be the strangest day of my life, but I had no idea what was ahead. This day had been nothing compared to the future and to what the Senior Swim Team of Oakdale High would do to me.
I dreamed about Jake for some reason and slept fitfully. I had an orgasm in my sleep. I remembered that I wasn't to jerk off, but shooting in your sleep couldn't possibly count. Jake had asked for a key to my house before he left, and now, I woke up at 6:30 in the morning with him standing at the side of my bed.
"Wake up, sleepyhead. Wow, you really knocked yourself out."
I blinked and ran a hand through my hair as I rubbed my eyes.
"Huh? Oh, hi, Jake."
What had happened to the night? I hadn't done any homework or anything. I had just slept all night from six thirty on for twelve hours. Jake looked down at my naked body lying on the bed He shook his head.
"Looks like you had a nice, big, old wet dream, my friend. That's against the initiation rules. You'll have to be punished for that."
He was dressed I a black tee shirt and tan cargo pants and looked really hot. I pulled the bed sheet up over my groin.
"Come on, you can't hold that against me, I can't control what happens in my sleep. I had this dream about a really cute girl," I lied.
Jake's smile grew broad showing a row of even white teeth.
"Yeah, but you slept on my cum covered pillow. Did it taste good in your sleep?"
I was aware now of the degree to which Jake's dick slop had stained my blue sheets and pillowcase. I sat up and buried my face in my hands.
"Jesus, I can't believe yesterday."
"Come on, buddy, rise and shine, we got a special activity for you before school starts. We gotta be there by 7:30."
He looked down at my rock hard piss boner and grinned. I stood up and wrapped my bedsheet around my naked body suddenly acutely aware of my vulnerability and nudity.
"I'll just shower and piss, and…
He put one big hand on my naked shoulder.
"No time for that. Just get dressed."
"Jake, I gotta shower. I didn't shower last night. Just let me take a quick…"
He stopped me from walking into the bathroom. He turned me to look at him and stared into my eyes.
"I don't like to repeat myself, buddy. From now on, until the initiation is over if I tell you to do something, you do it, no questions asked. Okay?"
I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself. I really did, but I couldn't.
"Please, Jake, I gotta piss. Okay?"
“No, the orders from the team are to bring you to school without pissing or taking a shower. Just get dressed and let's get going."
He handed me the jeans and one of the tee shirts he had brought with him the night before.
"Here put these on.
“Oh, shit, did I tell you I got a really good blowjob from Suzanne, that cute, sophomore cunt? She has really full cocksucker lips, and she gives a pretty decent blowjob. I mean, I wouldn't date her or anything, but for an occasional cock suck she's fine."
I picked up my boxer shorts, but Jake took them out of my hands.
"Ugh, ugh. No underwear; just the jeans."
I looked at him with a scowl, and he smiled his innocent baby smile followed by that cute pout he does. I struggled to pull on the jeans, which were about three sizes too small for me and skin-hugging tight. I got them up over my ass but couldn't close them in front because the button wouldn't reach its hole.
"They’re just too tight, Jake. They're for a kid of twelve. They just won't close. I can't wear them."
He shook his handsome head.
"Well, you have to. Just close them the best you can."
"The best I can? I can't get the button closed. I can barely get the zipper up and. look they ride so low my prick hair shows out over the waistband."
I felt like an idiot.
"I think it looks kind of cute."
"I'll get kicked out of the fucking school!"
"I told you. They can't do anything after that lawsuit we had last year over that faggot and his gay pride shirts. Just make sure that zipper is secure, and forget about the button."
It was obscene. That's the only word for it. I looked at my ass in the mirror; the jeans were so tight you could see my whole crack. In front, my dick bulged out, and you could even see the ridge of my dickhead. It was awful. I felt naked and ashamed.
"Looks good, Kyle. The chicks will really dig you."
Jake handed me the tee shirt he had chosen. It was pink and on the front was a picture of Michael Jackson. The lettering said, "My Hero!" It looked like a girl's shirt. It was very thin and elastic so that it fits very tightly over my chest — so tight that my nipples clearly showed through. It only came down about half way on my torso showing off my exposed stomach. With the low rise of the jeans and the high ride of the tee shirt, my entire midriff was naked. I looked like a Brittney Spears drag queen.
"Please, Jake, I can't wear this."
He took my face in his hands.
"The next time you talk back to me or don't do as I ask, I’ll bitch slap you! Do you understand?"
What could I do? He was a muscular senior, and I was a thin smallish sophomore. I stood there looking asinine in my new outfit. I then went for my socks and shoes.
"Sandals with no socks."
This was all so out of hand that I was ready to explode. I couldn't handle it. I just stood there. Jake stormed over, raised one hand and slapped my face hard. My head spun.
"Look, Bitch, I have been very patient with you. You’re my best friend, and I don't want to get rough with you, but you gotta get with the program here. When I say ‘do something,’ you fucking do it."
I don't mind admitting that I was scared shitless. I was now under the control of this sadistic, high school senior. I prefer to believe that I was scared shitless anyhow. It’s better than thinking that I might have secretly wanted it or been asking for it, which is Jake's theory. He claims that I have always been a pussy boy, fuck cunt submissive.
I can't believe that I have been this way since birth and just never realized it. Jake says his job was to help me discover my true potential as a "cocksucking ass boy to jocks." I just don't know anymore because of all the disgusting, unspeakable things they made me do, but I'll get to all that in good time. I want you to understand step by step how it happened.
Once I was dressed in my obscene outfit, I needed to piss even more, but I couldn't complain to Jake. He told me to bring my book bag and my milk container half full of piss. I wanted to put it in my bag, but he wouldn't let me.
We went downstairs, and I asked if I could get a little breakfast. He said sure as he stood against a counter and watched while I wolfed down a pop tart.
"You better drink two full glasses of water to wash that pop tart down…" Jake said.
"I can't Jake…I gotta piss so badly now I'm almost bursting."
I tried to sound casual, and friendly.
"TWO. FULL. GLASSES. NOW."
I saw the no nonsense look in his eyes. I gulped down two big glasses of water feeling as if I was going to piss any minute. We went out and got into Jake's car. We started the drive to school.
"Jake, I hate to say this, but I don't know if I can hold it. I don't want to piss your car."
I was in agony.
"All right, all right, take your pants off, and jerk on your prick that will keep your mind occupied."
I blinked and felt a lump in my throat.
"You want me to take my pants off in the car?"
He slammed his foot on the brake.
"What did I just tell you about following orders? Do you want me to drag you out of the car and spank your bare ass right here on Main Street?"
I started to cry. The dam just broke. I blubbered. I don't know what was wrong with me. I guess I just crumpled. He sneered at me.
"You fucking sissy. Now get those jeans off and get that dick up. I want to see it hard in thirty seconds."
"Oh, God, please Jake…"
I blubbered even as I peeled down the tight boy jeans, and kicked off my sandals. I knew he wasn't kidding. I kicked the jeans onto the floor and started to yank on my prick. I had to piss so bad it hurt — still my dick did get hard, and I pumped my prick and pulled on my ball sack. Jake drove on looking over at me every few seconds and smiling.
"Good boy, Kyle. You see how easy it is when you just obey orders. You know I want to be your friend, but you're making it so hard on me. You just keep resisting me, and I can't have that. Not from my best buddy. Now, pump that prick for me, but make sure you don't cum like you did last night in bed."
I can't tell you how stupid I felt beating my teen meat in the car there while Jake drove through the town. Several times, I asked him if I could please stop, but he just shook his head.
"Pull the tee shirt up so I can see your tits."
HE WAS TREATING ME LIKE A CUNT. HE WAS TREATING ME AS IF I WAS SOME KIND OF FEMALE SLUT HE WAS DATING. I'd heard stories about girls humiliated by Jake and his buddies, but I thought it was just exaggeration. I pushed the tight tee shirt up to reveal my pecs. My nipples were hard. I beat my dick. It got wet on the head.
"Oh, yeah, that reminds me, tonight we gotta start your nipple exercises. Hey, I got an idea to make yourself more comfortable. Lean the back of the seat back a bit, recline a bit. Now, put your feet up on the dashboard.”
I put my large teenage feet up on the dashboard. It was so fucking obscene.
"That a boy, Kyle. Good boy."
Why did I feel better when I pleased him? Had he hypnotized me or something, or was it me?
"Now, Kyle, beat your fuckmeat and pull on your nipples, but remember, don't cum."
I was half crying again and afraid to look at him. I jerked on my dick, masturbating myself in his car, and I pinched and pulled on my nipples. Remember, I was only fifteen years old, in the prime of my youth, and here I was perverting myself in front of the star athlete of our high school.
"That's very good Kyle. Now, you just keep doing that, and don't stop until I tell you to."
He sped up and swerved around a bunch of cars. I was terrified that people in the other cars could see what I was doing. Christ, my naked feet were up on the dashboard.
"Now, don't stop, Kyle, or you'll be punished. Don't stop until I tell you to!"
Then I saw it. Jake had pulled up next to a school bus full of kids of nine and ten years of age, boys and girls. They could see right down into the car. They could see me beating my fuckmeat. The windows filled with the faces of laughing, pointing, screaming kids.
"Don't stop, Kyle. Give them a good show, a nice sex education class."
"For the love of God, Jake. We'll be arrested. Don't make me do this."
"Spread your legs more. Keep masturbating. Pull those tits."
Jake beeped the car horn, and more kids filled the windows of the school bus.
"Look up and smile at them."
I was sobbing, and frigging.
"Some of them might know me….please…."
"Look up and smile."
I did. I did it. I looked up and smiled at the nine and ten-year-old kids while I masturbated my penis for them. I had turned myself into a fucking pig. I was a pervert.
"Kyle, my boy, you’re doing just fine."
Jake laughed as he swung away from the bus to pull into the high school parking lot.
Thank God, Jake allowed me to get dressed before pulling to a stop in the school parking lot. The moment his car pulls in, lots of kids gather around. He's that fucking popular, especially early in the morning because, from seven to eight in the morning, the seventh and eighth-grade kids used our gym and swimming pool. The eighth-grade boys all idolize Jake, and want to be just like him, and the seventh and eighth-grade girls…well, you guessed it, they all have wet pussies for him. They've all heard from the older girls about the size of his cock, and what a great fucker he is. So some of them can't wait to have their chance and believe me, Jake fucks them as young as he can get them.
Sometimes with the guys, he will brag about all the pre-teen cherry he has busted. I don't know what the rumor is, and what the truth is anymore. I got out of the car wearing my stupid, tiny, Michael Jackson tee shirt and my ridiculously tight jeans which plainly showed my still semi-hard dick down one leg. Some of the kids made fun of me immediately.
"Wow, that's a faggot outfit if I ever saw one," One Junior boy yelled, and a bunch of them laughed.
Mostly they chuckled and didn't say much because they didn't want to risk Jake getting angry with them. After all, I am Jake's best friend, right? Jake took his book bag and jacket and threw them to me.
"Here, carry these to the locker room for me will you, Kyle?"
He turned and started to chat up some eighth-grade girl with budding tits. I felt very lost and lonely and something else too — maybe a little jealous? I don't know why. I didn't mind lugging his book bag along with my own as it allowed me to cover myself from being seen by the kids I had to pass, and I held the milk bottle half full of piss against my chest and hid it with the book bags. I walked into the locker room to find Ted, Skeeter, Mack, and five other seniors there.
"Here's our boy now," Skeeter laughed when I walked in.
"Hi guys," I said.
"How you doing, buddy?" Mack asked and took the book bags from me in a real friendly way.
"Jake says he had lots of fun with you last night," Ted said. Then he leaned in as if to whisper to me, but said loudly enough for the other seniors to hear. "Did you really kiss his dick?"
At that moment, I wanted to die. I had trusted Jake. He was my best friend, and here he went and told the other guys what I had done. I felt so ashamed. My face turned three shades of red.
"He must have liked it…look he's blushing like a just fucked virgin cunt."
I had to say something to defend myself.
"He made me do it. He said it was part of the initiation test."
What a stupid, weak defense that was, and they all chortled because they knew it. Ted grabbed his crotch through his cargo pants.
"Wow, I can't wait for your initiation with me to begin."
All the guys laughed again horsing around as only high school kids can do.
"Careful, Ted, your bitch will get jealous," Skeeter said kicking at Ted.
"Maybe, I'll dump her and make Kyle here my bitch instead."
"Come on, Ted, you like big tits, and Kyle hasn't got tits."
I was getting panicky and wanted to get out of there, but what could I do?
One of the other seniors a tall, muscular guy spoke up, "Let's see if Kyle's got tits. Strip bare-assed for us, Kyle."
Can you even imagine what it's like to be standing in a locker room filled with eight fully dressed teenage high school jocks, and have them tell you to strip naked? It's the most shameful thing that can happen to a dude. I didn't know what to say. I just stood there, frozen. Then I heard Jake's voice from behind me.
"You heard the man, Kyle. Strip bare-assed for us."
"Guys, I gotta study for a test I have today…"
"Take off all your clothes, Kyle!"
I looked around at the sea of smiling teen boy faces. They were so enjoying this. I pulled my tee shirt off and kicked off my sandals. Now I was dressed in only the tight jeans.
"He looks so pretty in those cunt huggers, I could just eat him alive," cooed Skeeter, and everyone laughed as they always did at his comments.
"Yeah, but he looks a whole lot prettier with them off…" Jake said.
How come when guys like Jake make gay comments, it never sounds gay, and they never get accused of being a homo. Everyone accepts really queer remarks from studs like Jake. He does stuff like walks up to his buddies and pinches their nipples, and nobody says anything about it. They just laugh and horse around right back at him. I guess it's because he's so fucking masculine. I looked at Jake.
"Do I have to?"
Jake did his cute pout.
"You want to piss, don't you? You haven't pissed this morning yet. You jerked your dick all the way to school in my car. You weren't so shy then. Did you tell the guys how you stripped off your pants, and put your big feet up on the dashboard and spanked the monkey while a busload of little kids looked on?"
"No way, man…" Ted roared and high fived Jake.
"Take off the pants, Kyle," Jake said with certainty.
I sucked in my belly, undid the top button, and unzipped. The pants were so tight they opened by themselves. I peeled them off and stood there bare-ass naked in the locker room surrounded by seniors.
"Man, are you sure he's seven inches? He looks about four and a half to me."
One senior said, "You know the rules."
Jake reached into his book bag and produced the photos he had taken of me. I wanted to fall through the floor.
"Here he is with a hard-on…and here he’s measuring it."
Oh, God, to a teenager his prick is the most secret, private part of his entire life. I mean, he thinks about it a lot. He worries about it. He fantasizes about it, but the last thing he wants is for anyone else to see it or talk about it, except maybe for some hot chick he is dating.
"His nuts look okay." Skeeter said squatting down to get a better view of my genitals, "nothing to write home about, but perfectly adequate."
"They don't hold a gallon of cum, like Jake’s," Mack said, and all the guys laughed.
"Well not everyone has the ultimate baby maker hanging between his thighs," Ted said.
"Did you guys know, I got at least six little brats already?" Jake boasted while squeezing his huge crotch lump.
"Yes, we did Jake. You tell us about it every other fucking day."
"And, we all know Miss Larsen took sick leave last semester to get rid of the unwanted bun in the oven."
“She was so hot for my prick that I fucked her unprotected again right after she came back. Ha!"
Meanwhile, I stood there naked, hands behind my back so they could stare at my cock and balls.
"Okay, Kyle, this morning's assignment is to show us how you have been following orders. No pissing without permission so we want you to piss for us now in your bottle."
Jesus, they wanted to watch me piss. How sick. They wanted me to stand there and piss in a bottle in front of them. Sickos. Well, I'd show them I wasn't a sissy boy. I would do it. I could take whatever they dished out. I opened the bottle and smelled the stale piss coming from it. I put the bottle on the floor and stood over it. I could feel the piss wanting release.
"Oh, just a minute, Kyle," Jake said, "a couple of other kids want to watch."
Oh, shit, no, not more seniors. I stood there helpless and naked as Jake went to the locker room door and held it open. Then I almost fell through the floor. Ten seventh and eighth grade boys and girls came into the locker room. They were jabbering excitedly as if going in to see the blockbuster film of the year.
"Right this way, gang, the Kyle Piss Show is about to start."
Seventh-grade girls…Jesus, I put my hands in front of my crotch.
"Ugh…ugh…ugh…big boy, take your hands away. This is the first live prick some of these girls have ever seen. Give them a good show."
They were looking at me. They were staring at my cock and balls. Twelve and thirteen-year-old girls and boys were looking at my naked dick. They grew very quiet. Jake was eyeing up the girls.
"How many of you beautiful young things have never seen a boy piss before?"
Like in class, all the girls raised their hands.
"How many of you gorgeous dolls have never seen a cock live before?"
The same hands went up, and all the seniors chuckled. Fresh virgin cunt!
"Kyle, show these nice girls and boys your cock and balls."
What did he mean, show them? I was fucking standing there bare-ass naked. How could they help but see it?
"Spread your legs, and move your hips a bit, so the balls swing back and forth."
The boys giggled like eighth-grade boys will do, still not all man themselves. A few of them seemed turned on by the sight. The girls started to giggle. Jake was in his element.
"Girls, you have no idea how good the balls of a teenage jock can taste."
The girls giggled wildly at that, all embarrassed and a few turned away, but then looked back again.
"Okay, Kyle, time is fleeting. Take your morning piss for us. Only don't use your hands we want to see everything. These girls and boys want to watch the pee spraying out of your pisshole and make sure to get it all in the bottle because any that goes on the floor you will have to lick up!"
Well, it was fucking impossible to get all the piss in the bottle without touching my dick to aim. You know that. He knew that. They all knew that. I got most of it in the bottle. The room grew deadly silent while I pissed, but some of it sprayed the side of the bottle and puddle on the floor. I was mortified. Jake frowned.
"Oh, Kyle…too bad…some of your piss missed the bottle. Now you have to get down on the floor and lick it all up!"
"Jake, I can't. I can't do that."
"Kyle, don't embarrass me in front of my seventh and eighth-grade friends. I need to show them how the guys in this school respect me. Now do what I say, Kyle, or you will be very, very sorry indeed."
I looked around. The senior guys looked ready to beat the shit out of me. I felt like crying. I sank to my knees. How could I do this? How could I lick up fresh piss in front of a gang of little kids? I knelt there unable to move as I bent over the pool of stinking piss. Then I felt Jake's foot on my neck, pressing me ever closer to the pee. His foot pushed my face down into the floor, and my nose and mouth were mashed in the piss on the concrete. For some reason, I thought of all the jocks that had walked on this floor barefoot and how unsanitary it must be. That thought was almost worse than the piss.
"Is he queer?" One of the eighth-grade boys asked.
"Well, that's what we have to find out. You see, we can't have any faggots on the swim team, so we’re testing him by giving him an initiation to see if he's a fucking homo or not," Jake explained.
Several of the boys nodded solemnly. They understood that faggots had to be destroyed. Girl fuckers could do any sick gay shit they wanted to and call it fooling around, but faggots had to be wiped out. Now, I, a fifteen-year-old healthy, normal teenage boy, was about to lick up my own piss!
A healthy fifteen-year-old high school student naked on his hands and knees licking up his own piss off the floor is disgusting, huh? How do such things come about? Call it peer pressure if you like. I don't know how or why I caved. Was it in me all along? Am I a natural born sissy? Well, one thing is for sure as I knelt there licking up my foul tasting piss and trying not to puke, the other guys and girls present formed definite opinions of me.
"That's the most disgusting thing I've ever seen, said one seventh grade girl.
Jake was next to her with his arm around her neck, his fingers playing with her nipple inside her swimsuit. She was only twelve, no tits at all yet, and I knew that Jake would have his nine-inch dick in her pussy before the week was out. She looked up at him as if he was a god. Ted had also zeroed in on a seventh or eighth-grade cunt and was nuzzling her neck. The guys were using me and my humiliation to get to the girls. The young boys stood with their mouths open. They were at that skittish age, twelve and thirteen when their own sexuality isn't quite fully formed yet, and they didn't know what to make of me. Shit, I don't know what to make of me. The senior boys sure enjoyed the sight. Finally, the morning bell rang, and we knew we had to get ready to go to homeroom.
"Okay, everybody shows over for today, but there will be more soon" Jake announced while slipping a hand down to feel the cunt of the twelve-year-old girl outside her swimsuit.
She giggled and tried to push his hand away, but it wouldn't leave without a good feel of her cunt pad through her suit. Can you imagine an eighteen-year-old stud making a move on a twelve-year-old girl? These guys were pretty extreme, which may have explained their attitude toward my initiation. As the kids filed out, I stood up, my dick swinging, and looked around slightly dazed. I could smell the piss on my face and lips, and I could taste it. I turned to head for the showers.
"Time to get dressed for class, Kyle," Skeeter said nicely.
"Yeah, I just want to shower first…"
"Oh, no time for that, we can't have the newest member of our illustrious swim team late for class. Shower after school at swim practice."
"But Skeeter, I'll stink like piss all day!"
"Yeah," he said.
The other seniors laughed. What could I do?
While I dressed, I heard Jake say to the twelve-year-old girl, “Do you have time to see something really special?"
He steered the pretty, young, innocent thing behind the lockers, and I knew, I just knew, he was going to show her his dick. I slipped on my tiny tee shirt and forced myself into the tight jeans. I had been instructed to carry the piss bottle in the open to all my classes. I was to tell anyone who asked that it was for a science project. I knew I would get lots of laughs and snickers. Before I left, I couldn't resist sneaking up to the lockers and peer around at Jake and the girl. I was obsessed with this eighteen-year-old jock and how he operated. Sure enough, he was standing there with his jeans and boxers down around his ankles, and the little girl was staring at his massive hunk of fuck meat.
"What do you think, Angie? Do you like it?"
"Oh my God, it's…it's so beautiful…"
What a fucking little slut.
"It's the biggest one in school, and Angie, I really like you. It could be all yours."
She almost choked.
"You mean…you mean…you want to date me?"
"Well, I know we couldn't tell your parents or anything. They would never allow an eighteen-year-old high school senior to date their twelve-year-old daughter. But Angie, I think you’re really mature for your age, and I really like you."
He smiled his winning smile and moved his hips so that his fat half-hard prick swung over his massive balls. For some reason I had to hang on to the locker, my knees grew so weak.
"I really like you too, Jake. I mean, I come to all your games. I would love to go on a date with you."
"What if you tell your parents that you’re staying over at a friend's house, and we go out on Friday night?"
He reached out and ran his fingers through her long curly hair. She was such a little innocent thing.
"I guess…I never lied to them before."
Her eyes kept returning to Jake's fat prick.
"Think of the fun we can have." He said smiling.
"Okay….I'll do it."
"That's my girl. Tell you what. I'll call you later in the week. Now I gotta get to class. Why don't you say good boy to your new best friend, my big, fat cock."
Jesus, how could she be so stupid to fall for him, and just do whatever he said like that?
"Goodbye, Jake's cock," she said very sweetly, her eyes eating it up.
"Oh, come on, Angie. Shake hands with it."
Angie, I am sure had never touched a dick in her life, but now, she reached out one hand and wrapped her delicate little fingers around his thick, rubbery fuck hose. I remembered having to kiss it the night before, and my breath grew quick and ragged. Angie closed her eyes and stood there with Jake's cock in her hand. The look on her face was as if she had died and gone to heaven. When Jake took her hand away and zipped up, she looked lost.
"Gotta go. I'll call you, and I can't wait until Friday."
Jake was out of the locker room in five seconds leaving her standing there dazed. I felt I had a duty to perform.
"Angie," I said rounding the corner, "you're only in seventh grade. You're much too young for a guy like Jake. You'll only get hurt. Please reconsider."
She glared at me.
"You just want him all to yourself, you faggot."
She spat at me and stormed passed me out of the locker room, so much for my good deed. The rest of the day went okay. Lots of kids smelled the piss on me and moved away, and everybody snickered at my outfit. I had to go see Mr. Jenkins, the counselor, who advised me that my clothing was inappropriate for school. I told him bluntly that it was for an initiation onto the swim team. He laughed, and his eyes twinkled.
"Well, tell your buddies to tone it down a bit, okay?"
I wish. The only really humiliating part of the day was when I had to take a dump. I asked Mack for permission, and he insisted that three seniors accompany me to the toilet. They made me strip totally naked to take my shit, and they forced me to keep the stall door open so they could watch. It was challenging to shit that way, but I had to go so badly that I had no choice. Every time I farted or dropped a turd, they all whistled and laughed and then moaned about how much my shit stank. Other guys came in, and word must have spread for soon at least ten guys were watching me take a shit. It was appalling. The worst part was when I had to wipe.
As I reached for the toilet paper, Mack said, "Hey, Kyle, lift your legs, and spread them. Show us your shitty ass."
I sat there naked on the toilet with ten high school dudes watching. You know how kids are that age. They were all hyper and making dirty comments. They punched each other and bent down to get a better look at me.
"Please, Ted, I don't want to do that…"
"Kyle, don't give me trouble or I'll tell Jake. Now lift your legs up high and spread them wide."
I hunkered down on the toilet seat so that I could raise my legs wide. I spread them so that my feet were on the walls of the stall on either side of me. This gave an excellent view of my asshole to all the boys watching. If you don't think I felt like shit at that moment, you are obtuse. I felt like I wanted to die. I tried to put my humiliating position out of my mind, but how could I do that? Fortunately, the next bell once again cut their fun short. I reached for the toilet paper, but Mack put a hand in and tore it off the roll.
"Use your fingers."
Jesus Christ, how bad were things going to get? This was just revolting. I looked up at him, and he stood there, an arrogant jock, bouncing the toilet paper roll in his hand. The guys leaving hurried back not caring if they were late. They didn't want to miss this.
"Hurry up. Kyle, use your fingers to clean your shitty ass."
With trembling hand, I reached down and wiped my ass with my fingers. Clogs of shit came off onto my fingers, and I shook them down into the toilet bowl. It was horrible. I started to gag, and the guys broke up with laughter. I put my fingers back to my hole and forced one in, scooping up the shit around my asshole.
I'm sure my eyes filled with tears cause one dude said, "Look the faggot is crying."
Boys ran into the toilet to have a leak before next class, and all of them stopped to watch me wipe my ass with my finger.
"From now on, until the initiation is over, you're not allowed any toilet paper, Kyle. You're goddamned lucky we're allowing you to wash your hole, and hand after you dump so consider yourself fortunate."
They left, and I spend the next class scrubbing my asshole, and my hand. The smell took forever to get rid of. I felt miserable. Nothing else happened except that after swim practice, all the guys just dropped their speedos on the floor, and expected me to pick them up and take them home and wash them. Not that they needed washing since the chlorine in the pool kept them pretty clean. Jake and I drove home pretty much in silence. He did go on about his new conquest.
"Fuck, I can't wait to get my dick into that Angie's hot little twelve-year-old box on Friday night. I'll bet her pussy is as tiny as your asshole."
"Jake, don't you think it's wrong for you to want to fuck a twelve-year-old girl?"
He looked at me with honest confusion.
"Wrong, why? If I don't fuck her, some stupid eighth-grade dude with a dick the size of a peanut will. You know it. She's ready for it. Shit is she ready for it. She might as well enjoy a real man-sized hunk of fuckmeat."
"But Jake, you're eighteen years old, and she's twelve."
"Yeah, sweet, ain't it?"
"What if your dick is too big for her? What if you hurt her?"
"I promise to be really gentle on the first thrust! Haha. Okay, Mr. Worrywart." He slapped my knee. "You did well today Kyle. The guys were impressed."
"Jake, I wanted to talk to you about that. They’re just too fucking gross. I mean, you said I might have to do some little chores for them, but now all this sick stuff. It's perverted Jake. I don't think I can handle it."
He put his foot on the brake and looked at me.
"Oh sure, I go out on a limb to recommend you. I put my reputation on the line for you, and then the minute things get a little bit rough, all in fun I might add, you want to bail out."
"Come on Jake, that's not true. Look at the disgusting stuff I did today. I really tried for my sake as well as yours. I want to be on the team. I want to be liked. But it's just pretty psycho if you ask me."
"Kyle, it's all in fun. Yes, it's a little kinky, but that's part of the fun, like any college frat initiation. You've seen that show Dog Eat Dog on TV. Look how they make the contestants strip bare-assed in front of a whole audience. I don't see what the fuck you’re so uptight about. Maybe you're not the best friend I thought you were."
He turned the radio up and went on driving. I reached out and turned it down again.
"Jake, it's not that, and you know it. I am your best friend. I would do anything for you.(I don't know where that came from. I guess I needed friendship badly at my new school) It just that…could you talk to the guys? Get them to cut me some slack? Just don't make the stuff quite so perverted, and nasty. I'm willing to go through an initiation, but I don't like ten guys watching me shit."
"Yeah, I heard about that. It sounded pretty funny, actually."
"Please, Jake. Talk to the guys. Get them to lighten up a bit."
He pulled up in front of my house.
"And if I do talk to them…they will call me a wuss. I'm supposed to be their captain, the toughest of them all, and here I am begging them to lighten up on you. So, all right, say I do this What do I get out of it?"
My words almost stuck in my throat.
"What do you want, Jake?"
He looked at me and grinned. "I want you to suck my dick."
I couldn't believe what Jake had just said, "Are you nuts, Jake? What the fuck is wrong with you? I don't do that kind of shit, and you know it. Would you?"
Jake looked at me very serious like our entire friendship was on the line. Then he shook his head as if disappointment rocked his whole being.
"I thought you were my best buddy. I put my reputation on the line for you, and this is how you repay me."
"Jake, you just asked me to blow you for shit's sake!" My voice was louder and more strident than it should have been, but I was fucking freaked.
"Look, Kyle, it's like this. I need a real test of your loyalty. I need you to prove to me that you really care. I just don't know if I can trust you.
“I mean, look how you freaked out over a little harmless initiation fun. Now, you want me to talk to the guys. Well, if I do, and I am risking losing their respect, then you gotta prove to me that you will be faithful and loyal to me! I can't think of a better way."
I tried to bring the conversation back down to reality.
“Jake, listen to yourself. You want me to suck your dick!"
Suddenly I had images of his huge hunk of fuckmeat in my mind. I don't know why.
"I am not gay…I don't want to be gay…I can't stand the idea."
"That's exactly why it's so perfect. It would be stupid to try to test you with something you liked doing. Where's the challenge in that? That would be like Fear Factor without any fear. No, it's gotta be this. You only got to do it once, and it will be just between you and me. Nobody else has to ever know."
I sulked. Why I ever even let myself get to the point of sulking, I'll never know.
"You told your friends I kissed it. You…you promised you wouldn't."
"Yeah, I know, I'm sorry about that. Ted got it out of me. You know he has a way about him. He just gets me to tell him all kinds of shit, but I swear to you, I’ll not say a word to Ted about this, and if you do this for me, then I'll go to bat for you with the guys."
"Jesus, Jake, I don't even think I can suck a dick. I mean the whole idea makes me really sick."
"Thanks a lot. Half the girls in this town and their mothers would cut off their tits to get a taste of my prick, and you say it makes you sick. If a thirteen-year-old cunt can do it, and like it, how can it hurt you? You've had chicks suck your dick, haven't you?"
"Sure, of course, lots of times—"
"Well, did it hurt them any? Have they changed after? What's the big deal, Kyle? It’s just a proof of friendship and loyalty. Why don't we go inside, and get it over with?"
Before I had time to answer, Jake was out of the car, and around to my side. He opened the door as if I was his date and practically pulled me out. He slung one arm over my shoulder best buddy fashion and walked with me up into my house. We were no sooner inside before he spoke.
"Strip out of your clothes, okay? I like people to be bare-assed when they suck my dick. I gotta go take a piss first. Be naked in your bedroom when I finish, okay?"
He didn't even wait for an answer but loped his big muscular frame in the direction of the downstairs bathroom. I just stood there, feeling really stupid, but there was this tingling sensation in my lower gut, and groin that I couldn't explain. How could I go through with this? Why should I? Was having friends, and being on a stupid swim team worth this? Totally humiliating myself? I moved to the stairs like a zombie. Upstairs in my room, I took off the stupid Michael Jackson tee shirt and looked at my naked torso in the mirror. I was a good-looking kid. I should have a steady girlfriend like most guys. How had I fallen in with this bunch of animals? My body was getting more muscular every day, and although I wasn't large, I was well proportioned. I kicked off my sandals and just stood there feeling scared and excited and hot.
"Still dressed? Come on dude…get your pants off.I can't wait. I was supposed to get sucked by Debbie Clauson at lunch today, but the dumb bitch had to meet with some teacher. I am so horny I could fucking explode. Shit, if I don't get off at lunch, I can't concentrate at all during my afternoon classes."
I turned and almost fainted. There stood Jake, the star athlete of our school, fucking bare-ass naked with this humongous nine-inch boner waving at me. He was so comfortable with his nudity, something I could never be. He didn't seem to mind it at all, shit, not mind it, he gloried in it. He loved to show off his dick. Of course, if any of us had a prick like he did, we'd enjoy showing it off too.
"Come on, dude, I'm gonna fucking explode."
He put one large hand down and squeezed his low hanging, full sack of nuts.
"Jake, couldn't we do something else? I mean…I don't think—"
"Look, asswipe, I thought this was all settled. You agreed to blow me. Now, don't go back on your word."
"Jake, I didn't exactly agree to—"
He slapped me. The fucker reached out one large hand and slapped me. Hard too. My face swung to the right. It stung like hell.
"Look Bitch! Don't be a fucking cock tease. That's one thing I can't stand. That’s the absolute worst thing you can do to me. Now, in my car, just a few minutes ago, you agreed to suck my dick, and now, by God, you’re going to follow through with your promise. Now, take off the fucking pants, or so help me God, I rip them off."
He was buff, no doubt about it, and his six-pack rippled as his body tensed. His dick bounced, and his balls swung. My face burned like hell. I unzipped the too tight jeans, and I peeled them down.
"Look at that, your prick is half hard already. You’re enjoying this, Kyle, admit it."
He had that smile on his face again, but his eyes had a crazy look. Maybe it was lust.
"Jake, just tell me. Why do you want me to suck you off?"
"Two fucking reasons, Assface. First of all, I am horny as hell, and I don't exactly see any chicks around here with their mouths open. Second, I need proof that you’re my best friend, especially after making a promise to me and then trying to break it."
Jesus, had I promised to suck his dick? I couldn't even remember anymore. I was so fucking confused. I stood there naked, three feet from this high school hunk. My dick was smaller than his by two inches and not nearly as thick. His cock was like a fucking beer can. Honest go, God, it was terrifying. He walked up to me, and I feared for one second he would hit me again, but he just raised his large hands and placed them gently on my shoulders.
"Come on, Kyle. You’re my best buddy, aren't you? The very best buddy of the most popular guy in school. We're like brothers. We need to seal our friendship with a special bond. Do this one thing for me, and I'll know you love me like a friend."
His hands put pressure on my shoulders gently, but with force, and I went down to my knees in front of his massive cuntbuster. How many girls had been in that position I wondered? Hundreds I'm sure, but I was a boy, a fifteen-year-old straight boy. What was Jake doing to me? His hands held me there on my knees in front of his naked body. He stepped closer to me. I could smell the sweaty odor from his prick, and balls now. I sometimes noticed the same odor on my own hands after I played with my prick.
The dick was only inches from my face. I stared at the large pisshole in the big cockhead. It opened and closed like a little mouth, and cloudy liquid dribbled from it. I was going to suck dick. Jake was going to make me suck dick. Only a few hours ago, I had thought shitting in front of a gang of senior boys was the worst thing that could ever happen to me. Now, I knew I was far from correct. I could be put through many more degrading things.
"Jake, I don't want to be a cocksucker," I whimpered.
I know that was a pussy thing to do, but I couldn't help it. You see, the way I figure it that once you suck dick, you’re a cocksucker. Always, for the rest of your life, you can never not be a cocksucker again even if you never do it again.
"Just relax, baby," Jake cooed in a soothing romantic voice.
Shit, he was treating me like some date he was putting the make on. His fingers massaged and caressed my neck and shoulders. Then he held my face in his hands. He stepped closer, and his wet prick head bumped against my nose and lips. He rubbed his dickhead all over my face. Thick liquid pre-fuck coated my face, and I started to shake from fear, disgust, and fascination.
"This is going to go so well, Kyle. You'll see. Now just open your mouth. Come on, be a good buddy. Make me proud of you. Show me how much you think of me. Open up wide."
The whole fucking room was spinning. I opened my mouth, and I felt Jake's dickhead at my lips. Shit, it was a fucking thick cock. He slowly eased his prick into my mouth. I kept telling myself it was only a test. That it would be over soon.
"Sure, you like it, don't you? I always knew you would like it…" He said sliding four inches of dick into my mouth.
I wanted to answer that I didn't like it, but the fucking cock was so thick that I had to stretch my mouth wide to take it in. How the fuck a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl could take it, I'll never know. He probably just forced them. I stared straight ahead at his prick bush as he put more and more cock into my mouth.
"There Kyle, you like that, don't you? You want that. It tastes so fucking good, doesn't it? Hmmm? Doesn't that taste good?"
I was having trouble breathing. I tried to keep breathing through my nose, but a little over six inches of dick was clogging my air passage. I realized I had to breathe in the out strokes—if Jake did any out strokes.
"Three more inches to go, have to go down into your throat to get it all in. Just relax your throat muscles, baby, just relax and enjoy. Oh, yeah, you’re in paradise now, aren't you? Cock heaven. You have the most beautiful dick in the whole school, maybe in the whole fucking city in your mouth. Aren't you special, Kyle? What a lucky boy you are."
Oh, God, the whole thing was so perverse, so dirty. He kept talking to me in that quiet, smooth, hypnotic voice of his. He was such a player, such a cool dude. He was feeding me his prick and making it sound like I was the one who needed it.
"Here we go, all the way down your throat. I want your face right up against my prick bush and balls — all the way in balls deep."
He gently held the back of my head then pushed me into his groin. I felt his hot flesh against my face as nine inches of dick went down my throat. I gagged, but there was no way for the gag to emerge. I was face stuffed with prick. Jake rocked on his toes, and then pulled half the prick out again, and I was able to suck in air.
"That a girl, just suck, don't make me do all the work. Show me how much you love me. Make love to that big fucking cock. Suck that cherry buster."
I was a cocksucker. I was a cocksucker now. I was sucking Jake's fat dick. I was on my knees, bare-ass naked, sucking the dick of the most popular boy in high school, and by God, my dick was hard. My fucking dick was hard. I was fucked! I had a hard dick. Why the fuck did I have a hard dick?
Suddenly, he let go of my head and stepped back. I kept sucking for a minute. Sucking air, and dick slop and spit. Drool ran from my mouth, and then for a second, there was a bridge of dick slime and spit from his cockhead to my mouth. As he stepped back and put his hands on his hips, I looked up at him totally lost.
"This is not working. You’re a lousy cocksucker."
He looked frustrated. We must not frustrate Jake.
"I never…" I had to clear my throat of slime"…I never did it before. I don't know what to do…"
"Okay, I'll forgive you this time."
THIS TIME! THIS TIME? WHAT THE FUCK DID HE MEAN?"
“I've got a homework assignment for you for tonight. I want you to get online, go to some gay sites, and get some cocksucking advice from some faggots. I want you to get cocksucking tips, and I want printouts so I can see that you really did it."
While he talked, he danced like a boxer, bouncing on his big naked feet, and his prick swung and slapped his thighs. I wanted to object that I had never been on a gay site in my life, but he cut me short.
"And I don't want any protests. You do this assignment, and you have it done by tomorrow. I want at least twenty-five good cocksucking tips. I want to see the messages between you and the faggots. Make sure you’re polite and thank them. For now, we'll just have to improvise. Open your mouth as wide as you can and stick out your tongue."
He didn't even give me a chance to object. Jake never took criticism easily. I knelt there with my mouth open and my tongue out feeling abashed and humiliated, and just a bit sick, but my damned prick was rock hard. He moved in again and rested the head of his fat dick on my tongue. I could feel the pre-fuck running in a small stream down my tongue into my throat. My breathing was heavy and ragged. I felt dizzy.
"Okay, Kyle, now keep my dick on your tongue, but see if you can make your lips more round — make your mouth more like a pussy."
Jesus, he wanted my mouth to be a pussy.
"Watch your teeth, and keep your mouth round and soft like a twat. Now, I'm going to slide my prick into your mouth cunt. Bring your tongue back with my dick and work your tongue on the bottom of my fuckmeat. Provide suction with your pussy lips."
My pussy lips? He meant my mouth, didn't he? Shit, he was treating my face as if it was a cunt. He took hold of my ears to guide his fuck slab into my face pussy. I was serving as the face pussy of an eighteen-year-old, high school senior, and my only purpose was for him to unload in me so he could dump his dick slop into my throat. How low can a kid fall?
"Oh, yeah, bitch, that's a little better. Keep working that tongue, keep sucking with those lips, keep that suction tight like a baby's twat. Oh, yeah…"
He was fucking my face quite hard smashing my nose up into his pubic hair and his dick down into my throat.
"Work those throat muscles. Don't gag, that's an insult to my dick. You gotta learn to get over that. Work those throat muscles to massage my prick. Now reach up with one hand and play with my nuts."
I reached up one hand and cupped his fuck sack. It was so big it poured over my hand. I gently massaged his egg-sized nuts in their flesh sack. At eighteen, Jake was so fucking masculine. I couldn't stand it. I sucked harder and harder. I couldn't breathe, but I didn't care.
"That's it...that's it...I'm gonna blow…I'm gonna blast…oh fuck...oh fuck yeah…shit...suck it, bitch...suck that baby batter out of me…"
He pounded into my face, hurting my nose, yanking on my ears using them as handles. I was way past being out of breath, I was turning blue. I didn't care anymore. I didn't care if I passed out if I died. I was facially impaled on the dick of death. I was a face twat for a high school jock. I could feel the beer can thick prick swell even more. I could actually feel the veins along the cock stalk. Then he pressed my face hard into his groin and pushed once more grunting like an animal.
"OHHH…FUCK…FUCK…YEAH…I'M SHOOTING…OHHH, YOU FUCKING BITCH…YOU FUCKING WHORE…YOU SLUT FACE…YOU FUCKING TWAT MOUTH."
The cum gushed. He didn't just shoot he virtually exploded. Hot dick snot splashed the back of my throat and slid down into my gullet. It backed up and filled my mouth alongside the massive hunk of fuckmeat. It came and came, five, six, seven spurts. I've never known a dick to cum like that. Five times as much cum as I ever produced.
"SHIT WHAT A FUCKING MOTHERFUCKER YOU ARE!" he screamed at the top of his lungs while arching his back.
My hand went around to his ass and held his muscular ass globes as he shot his baby making mix down my throat. Then it was over. He pulled me off. He held my head and wiped his still leaking dick on my hair and then across my face. I was dazed. I was beaten. I was face fucked. Jake smiled down at my cum-covered face.
"Not too bad for the first time.”
There I was, a fifteen-year-old high school student, naked and on my knees with my mouth hanging open, and jock cum dripping from my lips and hanging in strings from my chin. Jake sauntered across my bedroom as if he owned it with cock slime hanging from his big, half-hard, swinging dick. He flopped onto my bed. I hadn't realized how large his feet were. He lay there with legs spread, his plump, sagging balls resting on the bed sheet. He was so fucking handsome.
"Okay, stud, you did all right. Go ahead and take a shower, and shit and piss or whatever you want."
I struggled to my feet, my legs feeling watery and weak. I looked around my bedroom. It would always seem alien to me now after this violation. I didn't even wipe the cock slop off my chin. I turned toward the bathroom and willed my legs to move. I hadn't taken two steps even before Jake's voice stopped me.
"Hey, dude, aren't you forgetting something?"
I turned back to the jock on my bed.
"Aren't you forgetting something? When your girlfriends suck your dick, what do they do when they're finished?"
I couldn't make head or tail of what he was getting at.
"Huh?" I said again, totally wiped out.
He crossed his muscular arms behind his head and smiled at me.
"After a chick sucks a dick, what does she do?"
"I don't know what you mean, Jake?"
My mind was numb.
"Dopey, after you suck a dick, you clean it, don't you?"
I stood there numb. I mean, I am no idiot. Sure, after a chick sucks a dick, she has to clean it. Everybody knows that, but I wasn't a chick, and I had never sucked dick before.
Jake's smile broadened, and he spread his muscular legs while arching his floppy half-hard prick causing his nuts to bounce. I turned to get a washcloth…
"Where are you going, dude?"
"To get a washcloth…"
"Do your girlfriend's use a washcloth to clean a dick after it's fucked or been sucked?"
I couldn't even say it. I felt sick to my stomach. The cum I had swallowed was doing flip-flops in my tummy.
He wasn't going to give in. I was trapped. I stumbled back to the bed and looked down at the handsome jock. His stomach was tight. His prick was a bit pink from fucking my face, and it was covered with cock slime, some of it now drying into white flaky crust. Cum glistened on his fleshy scrotum. Cum clogged the full bush of prick hair. Some even leaked down between his legs along the sides of his sack.
"Clean me up, buddy. Do a good job. Then you can go take your shower."
I knelt on the bed. My whole body was shaking, and I didn't know if I could keep my balance. Why couldn't I fight him? Why couldn't I just tell him to go fuck himself? I leaned my head down toward the pick I had just sucked. It was so fucking fat; I couldn't believe it. It glistened with fuck slime. I stuck out my tongue and leaned closer. I felt one of Jake's big hands on the back of my head gently pushing me toward his filthy prick. I felt my tongue touch dick flesh, and I licked. Cock spooge covered my tongue. I scooped it up. I licked the dick clean.
"Suck the baby batter out of my prick hair too. Your job from now on is going to be to keep me clean down there."
What did he mean, from now on? This was a onetime thing. This was an initiation test, nothing more. What was going on? I licked the folds of the flaccid dick, then went to the prick patch, and sucked the globs of fuck out of the forest of hair. I gagged a few times and felt a slight slap on the back of my head.
"Hey, no gagging, that's really rude."
I couldn't believe I was actually doing things to a guy's dick! I licked the scrotum, and then he spread his legs wider so I could get my tongue in between the ball bag, and the thigh to scoop up the leaking cock snot there.
"And don't go blaming me for the mess if you'd done a better job sucking and swallowing there wouldn't be as much goop all over. Don't worry, you'll get better."
I lifted my head.
"Jake, I don't know what you mean, but I agreed to—"
He shoved me back playfully.
"Are you going to take a fucking shower or not?"
I spent about forty-five minutes in the bathroom crying under the hot shower spray. Shitting and pissing, and then filling the tub and soaking. After what I had done, I didn't want to face Jake again. When I emerged from the bathroom, I received a bigger shock. There, standing in the middle of my room with his shirt, and his shoes and socks off was Ted. I stood there in shock, then looked at Jake and then back to Ted.
"How you doing, buddy?" Ted said while rubbing his flat, naked stomach. "I heard you were giving free blowjobs."
The tears rolled down my cheeks. I turned to Jake feeling like a betrayed lover.
"You said…you promised…you would never tell a soul."
Jake raised one hand in protest and grinned.
"Hey, chill out. I'll keep my promise. Nobody has to know, but shit, Ted is my best buddy next to you. I tell him everything, don't I Ted?"
"You sure do." Ted nodded. "So, how about it, do I get a blowjob too?"
Before I could answer, Jake said, "You sure do. He wouldn't give me one, and not give one to a guy who is like a brother to me. Strip off those pants and get it hard. You know Ted, Kyle wasn't worth shit at first, but by the time he swallowed my sperm, he showed promise. I got him doing some homework on it tonight."
"Man, I haven't blown my load since this morning. I am ready to explode."
Ted dropped his pants, and boxers, and stepped out of them. His dick wasn't as big as Jakes of course, but it was still a massive cuntbuster. Ted sat on the side of the bed, legs spread wide, nuts hanging, dick bobbing.
"Sally Jones sucked me yesterday See if you can do a better job than that scag."
“Come on, Kyle, show him how good you're getting.”
I felt completely isolated, lost out somewhere in space. I didn't know what to say or do.
"Come on, Kyle, get with it, can't you see my man Ted has a painful boner?"
Tears ran down my cheeks.
"Guys…please…I don't want to be a cocksucker. I'm not queer. I don't want to do this kind of stuff…"
Ted snapped his fingers.
"Let's go, buddy, before I shoot all over your bedroom. Let me feel that sweet, soft, warm mouth."
Jake watched with interest as I once again sank to my knees and crawled in between a guy's thighs. Now, I was about to suck another boy's dick in front of Jake. Jake was about to watch me suck the dick of one of his swim team buddies.
The act of sucking a dick isn't so awful physically. I mean…it’s worse if the cock is sweaty and not washed, but it's just putting a piece of flesh and muscle in your mouth, so what's the big deal? Well, the big deal is the psychological damage it does. Cocksucking is a dehumanizing act of degradation and swallowing a guy's sperm is totally gross. That's also part of the fun for a dude; the power he gets from having a chick or a faggot suck his prick.
I opened my mouth and took Ted's fat dick into it. I sucked. Ted leaned back on the bed and started to talk to Jake about some girl at school, as his dick grew thick. The two jocks carried on their stupid conversation while I sucked Ted's dick. It was as if I didn't even exist as a human being. I was just a dick dump, and Ted dumped a huge load down my throat. I pulled back, a trail of spooge going from my lower lip to his fuckmeat.
"Don't forget…" Jake warned, and I cleaned off the prick with my mouth.
"Yeah, he's not great," Ted agreed, "but I'm sure he'll get better."
"I don't know about you guys, but I am famished. What say, you make dinner for us, Kyle?"
I wasn't doing too well in the communication department.
"Dinner. How about making dinner for Ted and me?"
I started to think about what we had in the house. How could they be so casual after I had just sucked their pricks?
"Well, let's go downstairs…"
Jake walked naked out of my room into the hall. His tight, round ass globes rolled. Ted followed totally comfortable being naked. I wanted to cover my body but knew it would be stupid.
Jake turned around.
"Hey, Kyle, to show your respect for your swim team captains…you should crawl."
"Yeah, man, we walk, you crawl," Ted agreed.
I dropped to my knees and started to crawl down the hall after them. Crawling down the stairs was difficult. Ted and Jake hardly noticed. They were busy talking about how they should go to the middle school one day this week and look for potential young cunt.
Jake turned into the living room and switched on the TV.
"Kyle, go make dinner. Call us when it's ready."
I made steaks for them with asparagus and baked potato. My ma always kept the freezer well stocked since she was home so little. When the food was ready, they came into the kitchen.
"Smells great, Kyle. You did a really good job."
"Good job, buddy," Ted said while plunking himself down at the table.
"You got any beer?"
"Yeah, but I'm not supposed…"
Jake sat naked across from his jock buddy and dove into the food. I got them two beers and then prepared to sit down myself to join them.
"Hey, dude, while we eat, why don't you crawl under the table and lick our balls?"
"Don't, Jake. Enough is enough…I really can't…"
Suddenly Jake lost it. He reached over and flipped my plate onto the floor and my steak, veggies, potato going all over the place. I couldn't believe it.
"Look, Asswipe, when I tell you to do something, you fucking do it! NOW GET YOUR WORTHLESS HOLE UNDER THE TABLE AND LICK OUR FUCKING BALLS!"
I dropped. Jake looked at Ted and shook his head.
"I'm really sorry and embarrassed, Ted. This Cunthole should be better behaved. He just can't seem to get it into his head that we give the orders, and he follows them."
"We may have to take a belt or two to his ass."
'I totally agree. After dinner."
So, while they had dinner, I crawled back and forth under the table licking their heavy, fleshy, sweaty, scrotums. It's the sweat, and piss drippings that make a guy’s balls taste and smell bad. They taste somewhat salty, and they smell rank. Ted had hairy balls, whereas Jake's were smooth. I never did get to eat. I just licked teen jock nuts while they ate.
While they ate dessert, they made me suck on their toes. That was gross. I had to lick between their toes, and then suck on the big toes. Their feet were clean, but it still was gross. While Jake sipped his coffee, I lay on the floor on my back while he fucked his big toe in and out of my mouth. Ted moved his chair slightly so he could put his big toe against my ass hole. I was half-crying, half-gagging on the toe in my mouth and the toe at my ass felt so humiliating. I almost lost it. I was fucking freaking out. I cried so hard that they lost their patience with me.
After dinner, they did take their belts to my ass. They whipped my poor teen ass until the red stripes across it turned almost black. I had to thank them for the ass swats and promise to do whatever they wanted without question. Things had totally gotten out of hand, and I was trapped. I began to wonder what would happen if I told them to fuck the team and get out, but I knew that it was somehow way beyond the team and shit like that.
They were doing something to me intentionally, but where it would lead, I wasn't sure. My swollen, beaten ass globes throbbed as I lay on the floor and sobbed.
"Oh, shit, look at the time. I still haven't done that reading for history that's due tomorrow. I'd like to play all night, Kyle, but I gotta get home."
Jake spoke as if we had been playing cards or something, not like he had just spent two hours humiliating and abusing me. It was so perverted. I lay sobbing on the floor, my ass black and blue from the belt whipping I had received. Ted was playing with his prick again, and Jake was getting dressed.
"Oh, Jeez, I promised to help you with your nipple exercises, didn't I?"
At the mention of some new horror, I turned my head away and closed my eyes. Saliva ran from my mouth onto the bedroom carpet. My poor ass globes throbbed.
“What do you mean nipple exercises, Jake? Ted asked with a wicked smile on his face.
"Well, Ted, my blood buddy, our new swim team member doesn't have very impressive tits. I mean look at your pecs, they’re awesome. I'll bet the cunts love to suck on your nipples, don't they?"
"Damn straight man. So, Kyle's tits are not up to the level they need to be? Not being a fucking faggot, I never noticed."
"Kyle, kneel up for a minute, and show Ted your tits."
I lay on my stomach, crying into the carpet.
"It's late, Jake. I have homework to do too. Please…"
Jake kicked me in the ass globe.
"Roll over, Fuckwad."
What could I do? If I didn't obey, it would just get worse. I rolled over onto my back.
"Now, kneel up."
I struggled to my knees, my raw ass cheeks burning.
"Now, kneel with your tits out like you’re a cunt. Come on, stick those udders out like a fucking centerfold."
I stuck my chest out as far as I could. He slapped me. He slapped me like I was his bitch.
"Not good enough. Throw those shoulders back. Stick those fucking tits out. That's how I want you to be in front of any of the swim team guys from now on. Whenever one of the seniors is present, you get those tits out.
I strained so that my chest muscles stood out. It was stupid, and like I was in the Marines or something.
"Better. Now, take a look, Ted. See how the titty buds hardly stick out at all. I mean he's got nice, big tits, almost like a cunt, but the nubs don't stick out like they should, so I promised to help him develop his tits."
"That is really nice of you, Jake. What a great pal you are."
Both boys laughed. Here I was a fifteen-year-old kid kneeling bare-ass naked on the floor, sticking out my tits for two senior jocks. Jake reached down and took a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. He tugged my titties until I yelped in pain. That brought a guffaw from each of them. Jake pulled on my tits until I put my hands up to protect myself. He roughly kicked my hands away.
"When I'm helping you with your tit work, you keep your fucking hands behind your back. You hear me?"
How is a fifteen-year-old boy supposed to feel having an older schoolmate pulling on his nipples?
"I won't be satisfied until you have nipples like Jenny Rostand. Shit, have you seen her udders? The fucking things stand out like nipples on a baby bottle for Christ's sake. That's how I want our boy Kyle to look too."
"Jake, I don't really want nipples like that…"
"Aw, too bad, but at this stage of the game, what you want doesn't really matter anymore, does it, Kyle?"
I didn't answer because the pain in my tortured tits was too great.
"I said…what you want doesn't really matter, does it?" He asked again giving my tits a vicious twist.
"UGH…NO…NO…IT DOESN'T MATTER."
"What doesn't matter, Assbreath?"
"What I want. What I want doesn't really matter. Please stop, you’re hurting me."
I must have pulled back because I felt Ted's naked foot pushing against my shoulder.
"Keep those tits out, Kyle. You know, Kyle, you confuse me. In the same breath, you tell me that what you want doesn't matter and then you say, please stop, that I'm hurting you. Well, if what you want doesn't matter then it doesn't matter if I hurt you, right?"
He rolled my nipple buds in his fingers. I thought I would pass out from the pain.
"Ugh…I thought you were my friend…" I managed to whimper.
Jake smiled sweetly.
"I’m your friend, Kyle — your best friend. I am doing this for your own good. You have so much to learn, and you want to make the team. I am helping you."
And with that, standing over me and twisting my tits, he let a huge gob of spit fall from his mouth onto my face! JOCK SPIT. Most girls love to swallow saliva of a jock when tongue kissing a dude like Jake, but when it’s spit onto your face that is something else. I felt like puking. Ted roared with laughter thinking it was hilarious. He leaned over me from the rear and let a long string of saliva fall from his lips to my face as well.
"Do you like that, Kyle? Do you like our spit, Kyle? You'd better give the right answer if you know what's good for you."
The spit ran down across my nose, between my lips, and dripped from my chin.
"Yeah…yeah…I like your spit." I stammered, half-crying.
"Do you really love our spit, though? I wanna know. Do you really love our spit?" Jake asked, giving my nipple nubs an extra hard pinch. I screamed.
"OHHH, God…yes…yes…I love your spit. I love your spit."
"Then lift up your head and open your mouth."
I tilted up my head and opened my mouth. Both Jake and Ted, looking at each other with evil grins, made the most disgusting sounds as they worked up real hawkers in their throats then they let fly covering my face with their thick, stinking spit. I thought they'd bust a gut laughing. Jake spit about ten times really fast all over my face, into my eyes, nose, mouth. I was gagging and trying not to puke.
"Our spit turns you on, doesn't it, Kyle?"
I didn't even hear the question at first since I was so out of it.
"Doesn't it, Kyle?"
Ted grabbed my ears and twisted them.
"Yes…yes…oh, God…yes…your spit turns me on."
Ted let another long string of spit trail from his lips into my open mouth.
"Kyle gets a boner from our spit. Wait until the guys on the team hear about this," Ted snarled.
"What if we blew our noses in his mouth? Think he'd like that?" Jake asked.
I lost it. I fell over semi-conscious. Jake, shrieking with laughter, held me by the tits for a moment before letting me fall to the carpet. Ted took one barefoot, and using his toes rubbed the spit all over my face, and then stuck his big toe into my mouth. I gagged and could taste the puke in my mouth, but I swallowed it down. The whole thing was so fucking sick.
"All right, Kyle, time for us to go. You be a good boy tonight. Tomorrow I'll bring you some nice titty clamps so you can sleep with them on your nipples at night, so you develop nice, fat sow teats for us.”
"Aw, shit! I gotta piss bad," Ted said turning toward the bathroom.
"Why don't you just piss in his bed?"
"Please, Jake, my Ma gets home tomorrow…"
It was too late, Ted turned his muscular, jock body toward my bed and pissed all over the bedsheet and pillow. His strong spray of yellow piss splashed onto the white sheets and soaked them. He held his fat prick lightly between two fingers and directed the spray of pee all over the bed. When he finished, he squeezed the last few drop onto the pillow.
"Okay, Kyle, climb into bed."
The room stank of teenage boy piss. I looked at the lake of piss in the middle of my mattress and at the piss soaked pillow.
"I'm going to be sick…"
"If you puke, you will do it in the bed, and then you will sleep in your puke too," Jake warned. "Now, you’re going to sleep in your buddy's piss tonight. When I come to get you to take you to school tomorrow, I want to see you sleeping in this piss bed. If you do sleep in it all night with your face on the pillow, I’ll allow you to wash and change the sheets before your ma gets home. Otherwise, you will have some fancy explaining to do. "
He grabbed me by the hair, hauled me to my feet, and pushed me toward the stinking bed. Here I was, this totally naked, vulnerable, teenage boy, at the mercy of two high school seniors.
The bitter truth was that I was so wiped out and exhausted, I let them push me onto the bed. I just wanted them to go. As my head pressed into the pillow, piss squished up across my face. I felt the piss cover my body as I lay on the bed with my face resting on the piss soaked pillow. Jake who was dressed now, hauled his gigantic prick out of his fly and sauntered over to the bed.
"Lay still, here's something special from your best friend."
He gave his fat fuck hose a squeeze and shot a huge spray of piss right into my face. I tried to curl up and turn away.
“Lay still, Motherfucker! You don't want to make me angry.”
He leaned in so that his fat, fuck sausage was hanging over my face and continued to piss. I lay there sobbing. Ted was stomping around the room having a laughing jag. Jake finished peeing and put his dick away.
"Now listen, Kyle," so far we’ve been rather easy on you, but tomorrow your initiation gets serious. I don't want any trouble from you. Starting tomorrow, your initiation is going to get a lot rougher so be prepared."
I couldn't believe his words. Rougher? How could it get any more horrible than what had already happened to me? How could it be any more sick, any more perverted? How could I stand anymore?
Jake smiled down at me as I lay there in the lake of piss in my bed.
"You do realize, Kyle, my best buddy, that you no longer have any choice in all of this. You do realize that, don't you?"
I nodded. I did. I did realize that it wasn't about the team any longer. It wasn't about me making the senior swim team. I had no choice. They were leaving me no choice.
"That's good, Kyle. I'm so glad you realize that. It will help in the difficult days to come but don't worry, we'll get through this, you and me, together. I really like you, Kyle, and I am going to be there for you. I'll help you get through the most disgusting, perverse, humiliating, degrading things. I'll be there with all the encouragement you need.
“And when it seems like you can't possibly take any more, I'll be there to show you that you can! All you got to do is remind yourself that you have no choice and leave everything else to us."
They left then. Ted got dressed, and they left. After they were gone, I didn't even bother to get up out of the piss soaked bed. I was too exhausted, too beaten down so I lay there crying, wondering how my life could have changed so in a couple of days. I lay there fearful of what horror awaited me the next day.
I truly had no choice. Could I run away from home? Could I try to change schools? They would find me. They would show those awful photos to my ma and people at school. What could I do? Obey them. That's all. I had to do what they wanted no matter how sick it was. With that thought, I noticed my prick was rock hard and leaking.
Oh, God in Heaven, what was happening to me?
In the morning, I regained my sanity. I woke up in the piss soaked bed, and I decided that I had had enough. I would change schools. I would quit the swim team first, and then tell Jake that he and his friends could go to hell. Then I would look for a new school. My ma would understand. I would just say I was having trouble adjusting, and that I didn't like the kids at this school. I took a very long, hot shower, pissed and shit without getting anyone's permission, dressed in my own clothes and left the house before Jake arrived to pick me up. I took the city bus to school and felt a freedom I had not felt in days. Everything looked and felt better. I was a bit nervous because I knew I would have to face the senior boys at school, but if they caused any trouble, I would just go to the principal. I felt like a human being for the first time since hooking up with Jake. I even thought about asking a girl from my class out on the weekend.
I arrived at school very early and found an empty classroom where I actually did some homework and caught up on my assignments. As the time approached for my first class, I got my courage together and went out into the school. It wasn't until after the first hour that I saw Jake. He was walking with some girl with his arm slung over her shoulder and his hand playing with her tit. She looked so proud to be with him. I couldn't turn and run, so I just walked up to him.
"Hi, Jake," I said, trying to sound casual.
He stood there in front of me with his fingers pinching the nipple of the freshman girl. I thought of how he pinched my nipples the night before. A strange tingle went through me. He smiled.
He had a way of saying my name that was so fucking sexy. He drew it out almost as if he had a southern accent.
"I came to pick you up this morning, and you weren't there."
He chastised me like I was a naughty boy who needed punishment.
"Eh…yeah…well…I had to get to school early. I had some stuff to do."
He sensed my antagonism. He stood up a bit taller, and his hand stopped fingering the udder of the freshman cunt next to him.
"Yeah, I'm gonna be pretty busy for the next few days. See you around," I said.
I was feeling better and better about this. I brushed passed him and went down the hall. I didn't dare look back. At lunch, the seniors never even approached me. Well, they were busy anyway because Ted had pissed in the faculty lounge coffee urn, and so they were all having a ball laughing over it. I felt free. I sat with some kids in my sophomore class and actually laughed and joked myself.
Everything went fine until after gym class. I was coming out of the shower with my towel wrapped around my waist when I saw six or seven sophomore boys standing around the bulletin board that announces the upcoming games and shit like that. They were giggling like schoolgirls and nudging each other in the ribs. The boys all wore towels around their waists but were otherwise naked from the shower.
As I approached the bulletin board, my blood ran cold when I saw what they were looking at. A photo of me licking Jake's cock and a note above it saying Kyle Scranton is a faggot cocksucker. He will suck any student who needs to blow a load. Text (555) 555-5555. I stood there in panic, but unable to do anything. My entire life had just been ruined for crossing Jake and the seniors. Now, I had to get out of this school. I stormed to the board, pushed some of the sophomore boys aside, and grabbed the photo.
"It's a fucking lie…" I screamed as the guys kept laughing. "It's just a picture of some faggot who looks like me."
I turned to face eight sophomore boys who had formed a circle around me. They were all my age and all pretty buff for teenaged boys.
"It's not a lie, Kyle. That's you in the photo. You sucked Jake's dick."
"If that's true, then Jake is a faggot too!" I protested.
"Oh, come off it, homo! Everybody knows that it's okay for guys to get blown by queers. The only one who is a faggot is the one who sucks, and it looks like you’re the one who is sucking."
Somebody whipped my towel off, leaving me bare-ass naked and surrounded by teenage dudes.
"I'll bet he gets a hard-on just hanging with us in the locker room here."
"He probably throws a boner watching us shower."
The locker room was hot and smelled of steam, water, and boy sweat.
"I'll bet he'd like some cock up his pussy too," one boy razzed and viciously slapped my ass globes.
I pulled away and backed down between a row of lockers, my dick and balls swinging, as I faced the eight sophomore boys following me.
"It’s all a lie, I tell you. It’s not me in the photo. It’s been doctored or something. You know how you can do that on computers. It’s just a joke, fellas…"
I was half crying, half screaming in anger.
"Then how about these photos, are these all fake too?"
I heard Jake's voice behind me. He flipped a stack of photos at the sophomores who grabbed them up like lottery tickets. I got a glimpse of them, me naked and beating off, me crawling, me licking cum off the floor. They had taken photos of me in secret for the last few days through all the shit they had made me do. They had taken photos and not told me.
"This is you all right, Kyle. Here you’re right outside your own locker. I recognize it, and you’re jerking it, man. What a fucking homo."
"Jesus, look at this one. He's looking at a seventh-grade boy and beating his meat."
It was true. They had taken a photo when I had performed in front of the seventh and eighth-grade swimmers, and it was at an angle that caught me jerking my dick and a boy in his swimsuit in the background.
"I say we turn him in. The police would love this."
"I say we beat the shit out of him."
Nothing like a bunch of rowdy fifteen and sixteen-year-old boys all worked up. I could feel the fever pitch of their group anger.
"Naw, fellas, that would create a scandal for the school, and we don't want that in the middle of the swim season. Shit, we're going to state this year. I say we keep him around to play with. Let him do chores for us. You know, some of our homework, hand wash our jocks, clean the toilets, anything we want. Some of us seniors already got him doing "things' for us, if you know what I mean…"
"Jeez, Jake. Could we make him suck our dicks too?"
Jake’s laughter filled the locker room.
“I don't see why not. I think we should keep his little pussy-mouth occupied as much as we can, but the faggot owes you all an apology. He lied to you. You lied to them didn't you, Kyle?"
I stood there naked, a fully clothed Jake on one side and eight teens wrapped in towels and me on the other. I was shaking so bad my teeth were chattering. I was fucking terrified.
"Don't…don’t do this Jake. I'm sorry about this morning. Please…don't do this."
Jake shook his handsome head.
"You gotta learn never to cross me, Kyle. You gotta learn that if you cross me, you get punished. Now, I want you to apologize to these dudes and tell them that you’re a cocksucking faggot."
I shook my head in disbelief.
"It was part of a swim team initiation. I like girls. I can prove it to you. I…I…had a girlfriend at my last school. You can call her…email her…"
"Maybe we can all fuck her!" one boy shouted and everyone laughed.
There's a certain electricity in the air when teenage boys talk about fucking. I don't know what it is. The very way a teenage boy says the word fuck is so different from the way adults say it. It sounds thicker, heavier, more full of cum. It’s so much dirtier.
"Oh, come on, Kyle," Jake said laughing, "who would suck dick to get on a swim team?"
"Jenny Larsen…" one of the boys said about a slutty cheerleader they had almost all fucked, and everyone laughed.
"Apologize, Kyle, or it will get much worse for you. These photos will go all over the school."
I was trapped. What could I do? Am I a coward? Do you think I am a weakling? What would you have done?
“I'm sorry, I lied to you guys," I muttered weakly.
“Tell them you’re a faggot cocksucker."
"Jake, please —"
Jake bitch slapped me right in front of all the guys. The room grew quiet. No one was laughing, but the eight sophomore guys were getting turned on watching Jake work me over. Jake grabbed my nipples.
"Look at these bitch nipples…he must play with them every night." They were still sore and red from the previous night. "Tell them, bitch, tell them you’re a faggot cocksucker."
WHAP. WHAP. He bitched slapped me twice more. My head flew from side to side. The room spun.
"TELL THEM ASSHOLE. TELL THEM YOU ARE A COCKSUCKING, FAGGOT FAIRY."
"I'm a faggot cock…a faggot cocksucker!" I blubbered.
"I'm a faggot cocksucker."
"I AM A FAGGOT COCKSUCKER!" I screeched, and my voice rang through the locker room.
"Now, to show these real men that you respect them, I want you to crawl over to them, and I want you to lick the bare feet and toes of each boy. Suck on his toes."
"Holy shit…" one of the jocks laughed and lifted a muscular arm to run his fingers through his hair.
I saw his hairy armpit. These boys were so masculine, so tough. I was a sissy. I was no match for them. My head spun. I fell to my knees and started to crawl on hands and knees over to them. The guys laughed in amazement.
"No...not on hands and knees…slither on your belly like the fucking slug you are," Jake snarled.
I dropped to my belly onto the wet tile floor of the locker room. I pushed myself, naked, toward the waiting boys on my chest and stomach. Bare teenage male feet surrounded me. My heart felt like it would burst from my chest. I couldn't get enough air. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and licked the nearest foot.
"Suck their toes. Pretend they’re little boy dicks…" Jake said, and everyone laughed again.
Fortunately, the guys had all just showered. Still, some of their feet never lost the smell. I sucked on the toes of the first boy.
"Oh, fuck, I'm throwing a boner…" he laughed as I sucked his toes.
"Clean in between each of the toes as well."
I crawled on my stomach from boy to boy, sucking and licking his feet and toes. Someone got the idea of snapping my naked ass with a wet towel.
"His ass is still a little red from yesterday guys. Some of us seniors had to discipline him with our belts. From now on, if he doesn't do everything you want, just take a belt to his ass.
After I had finished my task and collected seven more dirty jock straps to suck clean, Jake told me he would drive me home after school. After I had dressed, he grabbed me by the neck and steered me into the toilet area of the locker room. The bell rang, and I had another class. He whipped out his big, thick prick.
"Suck me off, faggot. Hurry up. Seeing you like that got me all worked up."
I couldn't even fit all of his dick in my mouth, and he kept saying we had to work on that — like it was a school project or something. He had the head of his fuck hose down my throat, and three inches never got into my mouth. He fucked my mouth as if it was a virgin cunt until my throat was raw and sore. I sobbed and tried to beg him to stop, but what can do you do with fuckmeat that size halfway down into your gullet? He dumped a load into my stomach and pulled out. He wiped his cock slop in my hair.
"I'd have you lick it clean, but I don't have time. I'll see you after school, and boy, are you going to get punished for trying to skip out on us."
I sat on the floor of the toilet and cried.
I was sitting there on the floor of a toilet stall, next to the toilet bowl crying, when I knew I had to puke. You know that feeling. Jake shot so fucking much cum that it’s like a mixing bowl full of cake batter being dumped down your throat. My stomach lurched, then tightened, and suddenly I felt dizzy. I crawled to my knees and stuck my head over the toilet bowl and puked up all of Jake's cum. It hung in strings from my mouth and floated on top of the dirty toilet water. Some of it was thick with globs of something that looked like glue, other parts of it were watery and stringy. I heaved and heaved, tasting the jock's regurgitated cock spooge in my mouth. I felt miserable.
"Jake's not going to like that…" came a voice from behind me.
I jumped, and still holding onto the porcelain toilet bowl turned to see who was watching me. It was Kelly, a wise-ass junior at my school. He was standing there in his blue underwear and scratching his belly with a huge grin on his face.
"Leave me alone, will ya. I 'm sick." Meaning every word of what I said.
"Course you're sick since you’ve been gulping down so much dick snot it’s no wonder. You’ve been slurping more prick than an addicted slut. Still, Jake wouldn't like it if I told him you puked up his baby batter."
Kelly was a cute kid who was also popular with lots of the girls. He had a clean-cut, farm boy look about himself. He let his floppy, uncombed hair hang over his forehead like a kid. His body was buff. His former girlfriend had just left school because she was pregnant with his baby, and being a good Catholic family, the parents of the thirteen-year-old cunt had insisted that the bitch deliver the kid. Everybody knew Kelly was the father, but he spread rumors that the cunt had been taking dick from half the varsity football team just so he would not have to be responsible for the baby. The girl was pretty much ruined, and the guys had a ball laughing about it.
"I'm serious, Kelly, leave me alone, ok?"
I sat there on the bathroom floor, feeling awful.
"I'm serious too. You want me to go tell Jake you puked up his sweet, fresh fuck sauce?"
"No, Kelly, I don’t want you to tell Jake anything. I'm in a real bind with those guys so please be a bud, and cut me some slack, okay?"
He grinned again and rubbed his hard, smooth belly.
"Sure, dude, I won't tell Jake or the other seniors if you do a little favor for me."
Here it comes, I thought. What the fuck was happening to me, to my life? I was an ordinary, normal, straight, high school sophomore just a few days ago. How had it come to this?
"Everybody wants a fucking favor from me!" I spat, still not feeling very good.
"Hey, that's no way to show me respect. You want me to talk to Jake, okay then…"
He turned away to leave.
I couldn't have that. I was already in deep shit with Jake and the seniors.
"What do you want?"
"A nice, wet and sloppy blowjob for starters."
Jesus, how many dicks had I sucked? What was happening to me?
"Come on Kelly, I'm no faggot, and you know it."
"I saw the photos. You seemed to like swinging on Jake's fuckmeat."
"I didn't, I hated it. Honest. He made me. I had no choice."
"Oh come on, Kyle, when it comes to dick slurping, a dude always has a choice. Personally, I rather die than suck dick. I mean it. I can't think of anything more disgusting for a dude to do, but you caved and ate prick. Now, I want a really good, wet and sloppy respectful cock suck from you."
"Please…I am begging you, Kelly…cut me some slack here."
"I don't want to stand here all period and argue. Either you agree, or I go tell Jake you were puking up his spooge."
I slammed my fist into the stall wall.
"ALL RIGHT…ALL RIGHT…FOR SHIT'S SAKE…I'LL SUCK YOUR FUCKING DICK."
He shook his cute head.
"That's not all. You blow all the guys. I want—"
"I DO NOT BLOW ALL THE GUYS. I AM NOT A FUCKING HOMO, GOD DAMN IT."
He raised his hands defensively.
"Okay, dude…still…I want something special. I want something Jake and the other seniors don't get. I want a special sign of respect from you."
"Hurry up, I got class. What the fuck do you want?"
"I want you to suck my ass!"
There I was on the floor next to the toilet!
"JESUS CHRIST, WHAT KIND OF FUCKING PERVERT ARE YOU? JUST THINKING ABOUT IT MAKES ME WANT TO PUKE AGAIN. THAT IS SO FUCKING TWISTED."
He smiled and shrugged.
"You want me to talk to Jake then?"
"Kelly, be serious, you can’t mean it. I can't lick a guy's ass…"
"I said suck not lick, but now you mention it, I want you to lick it too. Right in the ass crack, up and down, and then lick my asshole before you stick your tongue up into my shitter and suck on my rectum."
"How can you even suggest something so sick? What makes you even say something like that?"
He scratched one pec.
"Because the fucking cunts I date never want to suck ass. They’re so fucking squeamish. I mean, I wash my ass before I go out on a date and the fucking twats still don't want to suck it. Believe me, Kyle, there is nothing on earth like a good ass suck."
I gagged. I spit into the toilet.
"I can't believe you’re serious."
I looked up at the hunky young jock with glazed eyes. I was so confused and beaten. He put his hands on his knees and leaned down toward me.
"I am dead serious, buddy."
"Oh, fuck…all right…but you can't tell anyone what I did."
"I swear on my Ma's grave."
"Your ma’s alive."
"If she knew about this it would kill her." He chortled. "First, strip down. I want you bare-assed when you do it like some cheap faggot slut."
I couldn't believe what I had just agreed to. I know what you are thinking about me at this point, but let me ask you, what else could I do? They had me by the balls, all of them. It was getting worse and worse. Kelly could tell other guys if I didn't do what he wanted, and I couldn't risk Jake getting any more pissed at me. I stood up and quickly stripped until I was bare-ass naked.
"Let’s do it, but only for a few seconds. I'll probably puke again."
I dropped to my bare knees.
"I'll tell you how to do it and how long, but before you suck my asshole and dick, I want you to lick all Jake's cum out of the toilet."
"You’re fucking nuts!"
WHAP. He lifted one naked foot and kicked me right in the face. I thought he had broken my nose for a minute.
"You show me respect, faggot. You never speak to me that way. You understand?"
"Yes…" I moaned while holding my nose.
"Yes, sir," I mumbled to a boy my own age.
"We have to have an understanding here, cum sucker. I tell you what to do, and you do it. It's that simple."
It seems like countless guys had been saying that same thing to me. What the fuck was I, slave to half the world?
"Now, Kyle, you just stick your pretty little head into that toilet bowl and lick that cum scum off of that toilet water. I want to see it all gone when you’re finished."
Fortunately, I hadn't had much to eat, and the crap in the toilet was mostly cum and only a little vomit. Listen to me trying to justify eating puked up cum out of a toilet like it wasn't so bad. I must be fucking nuts myself. I was so damned disorientated. I stuck my head in the toilet bowl and scooped up as much of the regurgitated cum as I could on my tongue. I gagged, and Kelly laughed.
"Don't puke up anymore, or you'll have to lick that up as well."
This high school junior was standing there, playing with his teenage dick through his underpants, and watching me with an amused smile on his face.
"Come on, dude, get it all up, and eat that cum like a good mouth dump."
The toilet water helped. It really did. Does that sound sick? Well, it did. The water thinned out the cum and puke and actually tasted cold and refreshing. Finally, I had re-swallowed all the vomited cum.
"Good boy, Kyle. You’re coming along real good. Now, I need my prick sucked real bad. Look at this fat fucker."
He flipped his fat teen dick out from his underpants. It was throbbing and leaking.
"Do you like it, Kyle?"
I knelt before him.
"I don't like prick. I am not a faggot."
"Tell me how much you like my fuckmeat. Tell me how beautiful my cock is."
I hung my head in shame before I spoke.
"Your cock is magnificent, Kelly. I really like it."
"Lift your face, and look at my cock when you say that."
Jesus, I felt like one of his little freshman dates. I stared at the thick, pulsing, dripping cuntbuster.
"I really like your cock, Kelly. It is a gorgeous cock."
"Then beg me to suck it."
"Beg me, Asswipe!"
"Please, may I suck your big, fat, beautiful cock?"
"Beg more. Tell me how you think about my prick all the time and how you have wanted to suck it ever since you first saw it in the shower."
I would have cried again, but I was out of tears. I was just so weary and beat down.
"I think about your big, fat dick all the time, Kelly. Ever since I saw you in the shower last week, I can't think of anything else. I want to suck it so bad."
"Tell me how you wish you were a girl so I could fuck you pregnant with my beautiful dick, and you could have my baby."
"I wish I was a fucking cunt, Kelly so you could plant a baby in my belly with your big, fat dick. I really want your baby, Kelly."
"Get yourself hard, so I can see how much you want it."
I knelt on the floor, beating my meat, looking up at his teenage dick.
"Okay, Faggot, lean in, and lick my fuck sack."
I leaned in and stuck out my tongue. I began to lick his full, fleshy scrotum. Let's face it, what guy doesn't like to get his balls licked? Kelly stood there, legs wide, moaning as I soaked his balls with my spit.
"Awesome, you're better than a cunt. Now, lick up and down the dick stalk."
His fat teen fucker drooled a bit onto my face as I licked up and down the throbbing prick shaft. It seemed to take forever. He loved it. He just stood there panting while I licked from his cock root to his helmet.
"Jesus, you’re an awesome, faggot cocksucker. No wonder Jake likes to get it from you."
He grabbed my hair and impaled my face on his prick. He had about seven inches of dick, maybe seven and a half and very thick. It was easier to take than Jake's, of course, or Ted's. His prick was swelling and pulsing in my mouth as he pushed the cock knob at my throat. All of a sudden, he pulled out and stepped out of his blue briefs. He turned around and reaching back pulled apart his muscular ass cheeks.
"Okay, Faggot, suck my ass!"
What happens to a boy when he sucks his first ass? Is he ruined for life? Is it all over for him? Can he ever respect himself again? How could I stand sticking my face in between the ass cheeks of a sixteen-year-old jock to lick up and down his ass crack? Tasting and smelling ass! I HAD NO FUCKING CHOICE. I AM TELLING YOU, I HAD NO FUCKING CHOICE. Call me any name you like. Make fun of me. I couldn't help it. I licked his ass. I licked jock teen ass. I swiped my tongue up and down in his ass crack, gagging a bit but able to do it.
"Okay, tongue my shithole!"
He was beating his meat while I licked his ass. I looked at the tiny, pink, puckered asshole. There was a little hair around the asshole. I hoped he was clean. I ran my tongue over his rosebud.
"Oh, Jesus…fuck…yeah! Oh, shit…that feels good, faggot. Stick your tongue into my asshole…tongue my fucking shithole!"
It was inhuman what he was asking of me and inhuman what I was doing. It made me some kind of animal. I was an ass sucker now. I could never not be an ass sucker again and not a chick's ass — a guy’s ass! I WAS SUCKING A GUY'S ASS! Could there be any more perverted act on earth? I had my tongue up into the asshole of a teenage jock. I had my tongue in the hole where his shit came from!
"Oh, yeah, Kyle, get that tongue way up there. Way up my fucking rectum."
He spread his cheeks more and pushed his muscular ass back against my face.
"Oh, Jesus…yeah…oh…that feels fucking fantastic."
He was yanking on his dick so hard, I thought he might pull it off. You know how hard teenage boys jerk on their meat when they masturbate. They yank it hard with all of their strength — rough, fast, hard pulls of prick flesh.
"Quick…put your head on the rim of the toilet!"
I pulled my tongue out of his asshole.
"You heard me…sit on the floor…lean your head back on the toilet rim."
I did as he asked and then he sat down on my face. He spread his ass and sat down right on my face! I couldn't fucking breathe.
"Suck ass…suck ass, Faggot!"
He forced his asshole down on my mouth, and I shoved my tongue up his shit chute hoping he would shoot a load and we would be done with it.
"Oh, yeah…oh, yeah….suck ass bitch…don’t just tongue it…suck that fucking ass, Bitch!"
The room spun.as his ass smothered me. I started to suck on the ring of his asshole while my tongue was still up him.
"Oh, yeah…fuck… fuck…I'm shooting…oh, shit…I'm shooting…"
He grunted and bounced on my face. Then it was over. He got up leaving my face covered with ass sweat and spit. He looked down at me.
"You’re fucking disgusting, you know that? A fucking, disgusting faggot slut! "
He nodded toward the stall wall. I saw his fresh load of teen cum running down the wall over the dried pecker tracks of other boys who had beat off in the stall.
"Lick it up, Faggot."
"For Christ's sake, Kelly—"
I never got the rest out. He grabbed my head by the hair and slammed my face into the stall wall.
"I said lick up my dick snot!"
I licked the dripping teen jock sperm off the stall wall, gagging and trying not to puke again.
"Just a minute, stay where you are."
He disappeared. I couldn't move if I'd wanted to. I was numb. I was in shock. Cum dripped from my lips and my chin. I used to be a cute fifteen-year-old kid with a cute girlfriend. Kelly came back holding a glass. He smiled sweetly at me.
"I figured you might be thirsty after all that ass sucking and spooge swallowing."
He held the glass under his now flaccid prick and pissed into the glass.
"Oh…no…no…no…no…no…please…no…no…" I started to blubber, dry sobs heaving my chest.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes."
He laughed and shook the last drops of piss from the big head of his wrinkled dick.
"Drink up, Kyle."
He held the piss filled glass out to me. I had honestly never known until the last few days that human beings could be so sadistic. I had never known that teenage boys could get such a thrill abusing and degrading a fellow teen. What is it about teenage boys that make them that way? Why do they get such a kick humiliating and unmanning another dude? Is that trait in every teen boy? I drank the glass of Kelly's piss and didn't puke it up. I guess I should have been proud. He pulled up his underpants.
He went away, leaving me naked and heaving in the toilet stall. He came back five minutes later dressed.
"Good little pussy waits just like he's told to do. Jesus, you’re really disgusting Kyle, you know that? I can't fucking stand you!"
He scooped up my clothing and sauntered off with it.
"Kelly, no…MY CLOTHES…Kelly…please!"
He was already out the door and into the school.
There I was on the floor of a toilet stall with no clothing. I cleared my head and ran to my locker. There I found gym shoes and gym shorts, nothing else. Well, it was better than nothing. I put on the tennis shoes and the white baggy legged, gym shorts. There wasn't even a tee shirt. I realized then that I would have to go home, and I would have to go home barely dressed in just shorts and shoes. That meant I couldn't ride the bus. I would have to walk. I knew I would look ludicrous, but rationalized it that I could pretend I was a jogger doing a fitness run. About twenty kids saw me, and they pointed and laughed at me as I left the building.
I got home two hours later. I called the school to tell them I had gotten sick suddenly and had left the school. I endured the secretary's tirade that I was supposed to report to the office before I left. I then crashed in my bed and fell asleep. At three thirty, the telephone rang.
"It's Jake, you fucking Asswipe. What the fuck do you think you’re doing?"
"I had no clothes man…that fucking junior jock took all my clothes."
"Look, Faggot, that's not my problem. You can't blame some kid for having a little fun with you. You should have let me know and waited for me to drive you home. Now, you have a whopping big punishment ahead of you. I'll telephone you later tonight."
"But my ma is coming home, and…"
He hung up on me. I spent the afternoon cleaning the house and getting things sorted out for my ma's return. She arrived at about five, bushed as usual. We talked for a couple of hours, and I made dinner for us. I didn't tell her about any of the shit at school. I just couldn't bear to go into that. She told me she had to go out of town for the weekend. I was getting used to it. We both knew her future at the company depended on it. We watched some TV, and then she fell asleep on the couch. At about 9:30, my phone rang. I ran up and picked it up.
"Are you bare-assed, Fuckhead?"
"No way, man, I was with my ma."
Jake snorted, "Were you sucking her pussy?"
"Jake, that's just disgusting. Stop it."
"Tell me, Kyle, does your ma have a big twat bush?"
"Jake, please leave my mother out of this—“
"Shut the fuck up, Faggot, or I'll make you fuck her. Now, get your clothes off. You know you’re to be bare-assed whenever you’re in your room."
"Jake, I can't do stuff now. Can't you wait until my mother leaves town again? She'll be gone all weekend."
Telling him that was a mistake I never should have made, but I didn't realize that until days later.
"You got fifteen seconds to get bare-ass naked and stand in front of your bedroom window that way so we can see that you followed orders."
I tore my clothes off and stood there buck-naked. I moved to the window with the telephone in my hand.
"Jake, I'm naked, but please don't make me stand in front of the window. Anyone across the street could see me."
"You got fifteen seconds to turn on every light in your room, then raise the blinds, and stand in front of your window."
I'm only fifteen years old. Don't you think God would have a little pity on me? I felt myself near to tears again but forced myself to stop being such a sissy. I turned on the big overhead light and the lamp near the window. Then I raised the blinds. I could see Jake's car parked out front with five guys packed into it. I'll bet they were having the time of their lives laughing at me.
"You look really cute up there, Kyle. Take one step back, so the light hits the front of your body and your face."
I stepped back, and the light played across my chest, stomach, and prick and balls.
"Now, Kyle, play with your clit until it is standing up nice and stiff."
"Jake, I am begging you."
"And I am fucking sick of your begging. Now, get your clit hard."
I fingered my dick and rubbed my nuts until my cock started to thicken, then I pumped it. I stood there in front of the window jerking off. I could see lights across the street in the Johnson's house. The Johnson's had two girls, ages ten and thirteen, and a boy my age. I saw someone move in an upstairs window and prayed that no one was watching.
"Good girl, Kyle, now turn to the side so we can see your stiff clit. Put your hands behind your back and rub your ass cheeks and stick those tits way out."
I heard wild laughter in the car over the phone. I turned to give them a profile shot of my hard dick.
"Now, get your bare ass down here to our car. I got a little present for you."
"You want me to come outside bare-assed?"
"You got it, bitch and your clit better be hard when you reach the car, or we'll make you do it all over again."
"Jake, my ma is downstairs. She's on the couch watching TV."
"Then you better be real quiet going past her, and you better be quick, or I'll start blowing the car horn."
I turned and ran from my room and down the hall to the stairs, my fat dick bobbing and my teenage balls swinging. I felt so degraded, so ashamed. I tiptoed down the steps as fast as I could. I then moved quickly passed the living room where my ma was sleeping on the couch, to the front door and outside. My dick was growing limp from fear, so I had to stop to jerk it back to erection. I had never felt so naked, so vulnerable in my life. I dashed down the steps toward Jake's car. When I reached the car, I could see Ted, Skeeter, Mack, Tim, and another guy…and Jake all busting a gut with laughter. I tried the door, but it was locked. I rapped on the window. Jake opened it just a crack.
"Yes?" he said imitating a butler in a B horror flick.
"Please, Jake, someone is sure to see me."
It was a cold night, and I hopped from one bare foot to the other on the grass. He spoke through the small crack in the window.
“It's too dark out there. How can I see if your clit is hard or not?"
I gave my dick a couple of pumps.
"It is, I promise you."
I held my hard prick up to the car window for them to see.
"Nope, I can't see. It's too dark. Go stand in front of the car in the headlights."
"Jesus, God in Heaven, don't do this to me, Jake. My ma is right inside, and the neighbors are all up."
"You got five seconds to get in front of the car, or I lay on the horn."
I ran to the front of his car and stood there. Then the headlights came on catching me like a frightened deer. I stood there, fifteen years of naked boy flesh, a totally naked teen boy in the bright glare of the headlights. I heard the guys in the car howling with laughter.
Jake yelled from the car, "Now masturbate, until your clit is really, really hard."
In the glare of the car headlights, I stood there jerking on my cock for the gang of jocks. I wanted to die. It was indescribably horrible. When my prick was belly-slapping stiff, I showed it to them.
"Now, turn around spread your ass cheeks, and show us your pussy."
I did, grabbing an ass globe in each hand, spreading my crack wide displaying my hole to the boys in the car.
"Bend over…" came Jake's command.
"Push that pussy out toward us…"
Then the lights went out, and I almost collapsed from relief.
"Get over here, Fuckface…we got a present for you."
I stumbled to the car, and Jake handed me a bag through the window.
"Take this upstairs to your room, and follow the instructions. This is your punishment."
He hit the ignition and pulled away blowing on the horn and leaving me standing there bare-assed and holding the bag with a hard-on. I looked up and saw two heads in the upstairs window of the Johnson's house. Someone was watching me. I turned and raced to my house leaping two stairs at a time and went inside.
"Honey, is that you?" my Ma said from the couch, sitting up and turning.
"Yeah, Ma…it's nothing…"
I raced by the opening to the living room, and hit the stairs three at a time, down the hall and into my room where I locked the door.
"Kyle, is everything all right?" she yelled from downstairs.
"Everything's fine, ma. I just needed some help on a math problem. I'm doing my homework."
"Okay, darling, I'm turning in."
I sat on my bed, trembling. My dick had wilted again. My tits were hard as little pebbles. I was breathing like there was a shortage of oxygen. I tore open the bag. There was a large banana in the bag and a note.
Because you’re such a fucking twerp, and can't follow orders, you must be punished. We don't want to be hard on you. We want you to be our friend, but you’re so fucking independent, and such a total asswipe that we have to teach you to respect us. Now, do as we ask, and we will go easy on you. By eleven o'clock tonight, we want you to email every guy on the senior swim team. We want you to send them each a photo of you with the banana up your ass! If every guy doesn't get a photo by eleven tonight, I will have no choice but to release the photos I have of you to all the kids in the school. And make sure the banana is way up your ass….WAY UP!
Your Pal, Jake
I lay on the bed and sobbed.
So there I was, posting photos of me with a banana up my ass. Moreover, it hurt, let me tell you. I had never had anything up my ass except Allison Troyer's finger while I fucked her. It took a long time for me to get the fucking banana up my shithole. I felt absurd laying there with the webcam from the computer pointed at my legs and asshole. I took the pics and posted them to all the guys on the senior swim team. I didn't even want to think about what they would think or do. I hoped they would realize it was some kind of hazing and wouldn't think I was a fucking freak.
Some of the guys emailed me back saying stuff like "nice pussy." I was ashamed and embarrassed, but I hoped they were just kidding me and then came Jake's email.
"Cuntface, I am very disappointed in the banana pussy photos you sent out to the team. First of all, you don't show your face. How the fuck are we supposed to know it’s you in the pics? Secondly, you peeled the banana so it can go all soft as you push it into your cunt. That's fucking cheating. I hope you at least ate the banana after it came out. Tomorrow I am going on a field trip with my class, but I will come over to your house after school. Be home after school, waiting for me. You need some severe discipline. Don't forget to work your tits tonight. You have bathroom permission."
I almost gagged when I read the part about eating the banana. It had been a real mess when I pulled it out, and I ran to the toilet, and wiped, and then washed out my ass the best I could. I felt ecstatic that the seniors were going on a field trip. It meant no swim practice and no seniors hanging around school to harass me.
I had some trouble with that fucking Junior Kelly at school. I was standing by a locker talking to this one cute girl. I know I wasn't supposed to talk to girls except with permission from the seniors, but fuck that crap. Anyway, I think this cute chick really likes me, and right in the middle of it, Kelly walks up.
"So you suck any more cock lately, Kyle?"
"Shut up, you fucker…" I yelled and grabbed him by the shirtfront.
Marie, the cute chick, went pale and stepped back as if she was suddenly ashamed to be talking to me. I was really pissed.
"You better take your hands off me now, Faggot, or I tell Jake what I saw you doing yesterday."
Marie's head went back and forth looking at each of us as if she was trying to figure out who was telling the truth. I released Kelly and stood there glaring at the handsome jock. He smiled and turned to Marie.
"Marie, you better not hang out with this faggot, or you'll ruin your reputation all over school. You're a cute kid…nice tits by the way. I'd even consider taking you out, but not if you're friends with a faggot."
"I'm not a faggot!"
I was so angry my jaw clenched, and the words hissed out.
"Yeah…right…follow me, Kyle. Now!"
He turned and headed for the boys’ can.
"Eh…Marie, I'll call you…" I said.
I backed away from Marie and followed Kelly. Scared of what he was now up to, I needed to convince him to keep his mouth shut.
"Oh…better not call me. I…eh…I'll call you sometimes," Marie responded.
I knew Kelly had ruined my chances with her. God knows how many other chicks she would talk to about me.
"You've got no right to do that…" I screamed at Kelly in the large empty boys’ bathroom. "I did everything you wanted, and you promised to keep it quiet. How could you do that?"
I paced and fumed. Kelly smiled as he walked up to me and slapped me hard across the face.
"I will do whatever the fuck I want to do."
He stood there a few feet from me in the boys’ toilet. I didn't know what to say to him.
I must have sounded like a six-year-old. He laughed in my face and then spit right in my face.
"You want me to tell the other guys in my classes? You want me to tell the other guys on my sports teams?"
I was beaten. I hung my head.
"No, Kelly, please don't tell them. This whole thing has gotten way out of hand. I can't take it anymore."
"Then you gotta apologize for embarrassing me in front of that cunt out there. You grabbed my shirt."
"I'm sorry, Kelly, I lost my temper."
What could I do? He shook his head.
"Not good enough. Strip bare-ass naked."
In my head, I screamed, "No More…please God, no more…" but I only said, "Kelly, what if some other dude walks in here?"
"That's just a chance you will have to take. Now strip."
"Kelly, please don't take my clothes again. I can't skip school again. I'll get in trouble."
"Okay, if you do what I tell you to do. I promise not to take your clothes."
A fucking jock, my age, telling me what to do like I was some dumb cunt. I stripped. Soon I was standing there bare-assed. The toilet floor was cold on my bare feet. I had my clothes in a neat pile on the floor. I stood there my hands over my prick and balls praying to God that no other guys would come in. How could all of this be happening to me?
"All right, Asswipe, I want you to get onto the floor and crawl on your belly over to the urinals and lick them clean."
"You gotta be kidding…I could catch some disease...I could get sick."
"Just do it. Do it now, or I’ll open the door and throw your clothes into the hall and yell at the top of my lungs that you’re a faggot and hit on me."
"How in God's name can you be so cruel, Kelly?"
"Just fucking do it."
I dropped to my knees and started to crawl across the bathroom floor.
"No, on your belly…crawl on your belly."
I lowered myself to the cold floor and pushed myself along on my stomach.
"My God, you’re really a sick fucking pervert."
Kelly laughed, groping his dick lump through his pants.
"I love doing this shit with you."
I crawled to the first urinal. It reeked of piss. This toilet was kind of out of the way and consequently wasn't cleaned as often as some of the others.
"Stick your head in there, and lick it out. Lick out the piss residue from all the dudes who took a leak in there."
How could I do such a thing? Well, I'd done worse. So, I guess it becomes possible. I just put the shame and humiliation out of my mind. I stuck out my tongue and licked the porcelain. I lay there on my stomach with my fifteen-year-old face in the urinal licking up piss stains.
"You’re the most disgusting guy I ever met!" said Kelly almost in awe of my degradation. "Okay, now crawl to the next one."
I did, this one was really gross. It hadn't been flushed, and there was a lake of stale piss in the trough.
"May I flush it first?" I asked while rising up to reach for the handle.
"No. Drink the piss."
"Kelly, it's stale and old. I'll get really sick."
"Drink the fucking piss."
At that moment, the bathroom door opened, and a weasel of a freshman named Stoner sauntered into the toilet. I froze kneeling in front of the urinal. He took one look at my naked body and at Kelly watching me and froze too.
"Holy Fuck, what's going on?" He said in his high, thin voice that sounds like it’s just about to crack. Stoner is fourteen and known for his filthy mind and dirty mouth.
"Just teaching a faggot a little respect."
"I'm not a faggot…" I said, trying to maintain some dignity even though I was bare-assed in front of a piss trough.
"Fuck, Kyle, is that you? What the fuck are you doing?"
Stoner closed the door and came over to Kelly and me.
"He's just about to clean out that urinal for me — with his tongue."
Stoner's cute face crinkled into a smile.
"No fucking shit. He'd fucking do something like that?"
"Sure he would. He likes it. He likes man piss. Don't you, Kyle?"
"If you say so…"
I was trembling again, but whether from anger or fear, I don't know.
"He likes anything that comes from a dude's dick — even spooge!"
"No fucking shit?"
I could see that all the dirty talk was exciting Stoner. Kelly turned to Stoner and took the boy's young face between his two jock hands. The freshman looked up at the junior.
"Tell me, Stoner, you fucked any twat yet? Tell me the truth."
"Not yet. I almost got some a few weeks ago, but the cunt wouldn't put out."
"You better start fucking soon, Stoner. You're fourteen already. Better start using that dick in some pussy, or the guys will call you a faggot. You go out this weekend and get yourself some nice eighth-grade twat. You're a good-looking dude. Shouldn't be any trouble for a good-looking guy like you. Those eighth-grade cunts are so fucking cock hungry that most of them shove flashlights up their pussies at home every night. You get some pussy soon, Stoner. You don't want to end up like Kyle the Faggot here."
"I'm working on it, Kelly. I am fucking trying."
"Tell you what, Stoner, how'd you like to fuck my girlfriend?"
"Linda? You'd let me fuck Linda?"
"Sure, why the fuck not, if you let me watch."
"You mean it? Except she's older than me, would she...I mean…would she let me fuck her?"
Kelly grinned and slapped Stoner on the back.
"She'll do any fucking thing I tell her to do. You gotta learn how to treat a bitch. Bitches are there for one thing, and one thing only, Stoner. To take care of what's between a dude's legs.
“That's their only fucking purpose in life. Like this bitch on the floor here. What the fuck are you waiting for, Kyle? Suck up that piss lake, and then lick the urinal clean."
Shit. Even a freshman twerp like Stoner was considered more of a man than me. What was going on? What had happened? How had it happened?
Kelly hauled off and kicked me in the gut. No doubt to impress Stoner.
"Got to learn how to treat faggot pussy boys too."
"Shit, I never knew Kyle was a fucking homo."
"Don't go gabbing it about. It's more fun if it's our secret. LICK THAT PISS, ASSWIPE."
I put my head down into the urinal and lapped up the stale piss. I gagged, but so what, who the fuck cared. I gagged and lapped piss until the urinal was empty and then licked it clean until it gleamed.
"That is so fucking awesome. Does the faggot do anything else?"
"Anything we want. Do you gotta take a leak?"
Stoner kind of hopped around.
"That's why I came in here."
"Kyle, lay on your back with your head in the urinal."
"Don't…Kelly…please…don’t do this."
"We gotta show Stoner here how to treat faggots. Lay with your head in the fucking urinal."
I turned onto my back and rested my head in the urinal basin.
"Open your mouth."
I opened my mouth.
"Okay, Stoner, go take your piss."
"Into his mouth? Holy fucking shit!"
"That's what faggots are good for. Yesterday, I had him sucking my ass."
The cute freshman boy opened his pants and stood over my body with one leg on each side. He took out his teen dick, which was a little small I thought, and wagged it a few times over my head. Then he let loose with a torrent of teen piss. The piss splashed down onto my face. It ran into my open mouth, and I began to gag again.
"Whhhoooppp" Stoner yelled and squatted a bit so the piss would splash more onto my face. He couldn't get over it. He moved the piss spray all over my head, soaking my hair, clogging my nose, and filling my eye sockets. The piss burned. It stank.
"See what a fucking disgusting animal he is. He fucking loves it"
Kelly came closer to watch his freshman buddy taking a leak on my face. Stoner finished and squeezed the head of his dick until no more piss dripped out. Now, Kelly hauled his big dick out of his pants.
"I gotta fucking piss too."
He turned and pissed right onto the tiled floor of the boy's toilet. He just pissed onto the floor itself, not even bothering to go to a urinal. He held his big, fat dick in two fingers and leaned back so both Stoner and I could watch the piss arc out from the big pisshole. The piss splashed onto the floor and formed pools of stinking yellow piss.
"Jesus, fuck, that's awesome man."
Stoner yelled openly groping the crotch of his pants. Kelly shook off the last drops of piss.
"Get your faggot ass over here, Kyle and lick this piss off the floor."
He stood there like a young god with his hose of a dick hanging out of his pants.
"Motherfuck…" Stoner cooed.
I crawled from the urinal, my face covered with piss, my hair soaked with piss. I put my face to the floor and started to lick up the first puddle of Kelly's piss. The flavor and stink were really strong like he'd been eating asparagus or something.
"Get that whole floor sparkling clean, Kyle. Don't leave any piss anywhere."
Stoner and Kelly watched me lick up the piss. I felt like I was their pet, their animal, putting on a show for them like some kind of circus freak. It was as if I had no dignity at all left anymore. I licked up all the piss. The floor was spotless. I looked up at the two boys.
"Get on over here, and lick the head of my dick clean," Kelly said as he pushed his hips out toward me.
I lifted my head to Kelly's crotch. His fat fuck hose hung limply out of the fly of his trousers. He didn't lift the dick to help me. He just stood there, so I had to kind of twist my head and move my face in beneath the prick head. I licked the pisshole, and the dick swung. I put the cockhead in my mouth and sucked.
He was a jock stud, no doubt about it. I was no match for him. Some teen boys are like eighty-five percent cock. You see it in the way they walk and the way they talk. You see it in everything they do. Their whole beings are fuck oriented. Jake was like that, and so was Kelly. He was one of those dudes.
"God's asshole, he really is a fucked up piece of shit, isn't he? Imagine taking another dude's dick into his mouth. Holy fuck!"
Kelly pulled away and put his prick away.
"That's all the treat you get for today, Kyle. But don't worry, there’s a lot more where that came from."
"Jeez, Kelly, could I get him to suck my dick?' Stoner asked.
"After you fuck some cunt, I don't want you turning into no faggot on my account."
Kelly turned and sauntered out of the toilet with one arm draped over Stoner's shoulder. I knelt naked on the cold, hard floor and cried.
When I got home from school, I was shocked to see Jake's car in my driveway. Shit, my ma was home, and Jake was with her, suppose he said something to her about what they were doing to me? I ran into the house to see Jake sitting at the kitchen table chatting with my ma who was leaning against the counter. She was obviously as taken with him as every girl was even though she was old enough to be his mother. He sat on a kitchen chair with his legs spread wide allowing the huge lump in his jeans to be clearly visible. My ma couldn't take her eyes off it. He sipped Coke with one hand while the other rubbed his chest and stomach beneath his tee shirt. He had that nasty, charming smile on his tough, jock face. I had to admit that he was fucking handsome like a model or something.
"Why, Kyle, you never told me what a charming young man your new best friend Jake is. We have to have him over lots more when I'm in town."
Smiling at Jake, she ran a hand through her full head of hair. Shit, my ma was acting like a cock hungry slut for a high school boy. What the fuck was happening? I knew she was lonely and frustrated but to go after one of my school buddies…
"Of course, Jake here is probably bored out of his mind talking to your mother!" My ma added.
"Not at all, you seem more like Kyle's sister than his mother. You’re so beautiful."
Jake shifted slightly in the kitchen chair, so his dick lump looked even larger. I stood there completely freaked. We were all silent for a few moments before my ma got her shit together.
"Well, sadly, I have to go. I have a meeting with a client, but I'm sure you two boys have lots of things to do to occupy yourselves."
"Oh, you bet we do," Jake said, glancing at me and grinning.
I had some sick inkling what that meant, and my stomach dropped to the floor. I watched helplessly as my ma grabbed a sweater, her purse, and the car keys.
"Okay, you two boys have fun now," she said turning at the door and offering Jake a bright smile.
"Don't worry, we will!" Jake answered for both of us.
"Bye, honey, see you later."
She blew a kiss at me and went out. Jake glowered at me.
"Bare-assed — NOW!"
"But my ma isn't gone yet. At least wait until she.."
"BARE-ASSED NOW, MOTHERFUCKER!"
I stripped naked right there in the kitchen. I stood balls bare in front of Jake, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I heard my mother's car pull out of the drive. Jake smiled at me sweetly and pointed down at his spread crotch. He twisted his legs further apart so that the dick bulged in the jeans.
"Crawl over here, and say hello to me properly."
I dropped to my knees on the kitchen floor and crawled toward the high school senior. When I was between his legs, I looked up at his handsome face. His upper lip curled into a sneer. He patted his dick lump.
"Come on, Kyle, bury your cute face right here and smell my dick."
I put my face down onto his blue jean covered crotch. He put a hand on the back of my head and forced my nose, and mouth right into the dick lump. I felt so helpless. So used. His crotch was warm, and I could smell his cock through the material. I could also feel it twitching in his pants.
"Your fucking ma made me so hot that I soaked my boxers with pre-fuck. It's like a fucking swamp down there. Jesus, Kyle, I really need to fuck your ma, and you could see that she was hot for my prick as well. I wonder if she's ever had one as big as mine in her?
“Come on, Kyle, let me hear you sniffing my dick.”
Shit, I didn't know what to do. I made piggy-like sniffing sounds, and I guess it was good because Jake laughed and rubbed my face deeper into his groin. He lifted one large tennis shoe clad foot and put it on my back.
"You like that, huh, Kyle? You like smelling my dick and balls. Sure you do."
The kitchen door opened. In shock and fear, I tried to pull my head up, but Jake forced it deeper into his smelly crotch.
"You stay right there smelling dick like a good little faggot. It's just Skeeter and Ted. What's up guys?"
"You know that little eighth-grade cunt, Gloria Metzger? Turns out she's a real slut. We were feeling her cunt and asshole, and everything after school."
"Why the fuck didn't you guys dick her? She obviously needs it."
"Oh, we're planning to as soon as we can get her someplace private. What the fuck is the faggot doing now?"
"I'm letting him smell my dick."
"No shit, that's really nice of you Jake. Is there any beer?"
Jake grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back.
"You got any beer, Cumwad?
I was totally disoriented. I saw Skeeter stroll into the living room.
"Ah...in the fridge, but it’s for my ma's friends. She doesn't want kids drinking it."
Jake pushed my face back into his crotch.
"In the fridge, crack one for me and the Skeet too." He slapped my head. "Come on boy, I wanna hear you smelling!"
"What's new with you?" Ted asked me, and I felt the cold, wet side of the beer bottle rubbed along my ass crack.
"This cunt's ma is dying for my fuckmeat. No kidding, Ted. You should’ve seen the horny, old bitch. She was licking her lips, getting hard nipples and everything just looking at me."
Then he pulled my face up an inch.
"Open my zipper with your teeth."
Ted took a beer in the other room for Skeeter and returned.
"So you gonna dick her or what?"
Jake looked down at me.
"Fucking A I'm gonna dick her. I'm gonna turn both mother and son into cock sluts for my fuck sausage. I'm gonna have them fighting over it pretty soon."
I bent down my head at his urging, took the zipper tab in my teeth and slowly opened up his jeans. I could smell the dick more distinctly now. It must have been leaking profusely.
"Get your nose in there and smell my slime soaked boxers."
He grabbed the back of my neck with one strong hand and forced my face into his open fly pressing my nose against the wet, sticky material of his boxer shorts. Beneath the shorts, the huge dick gave a lurch. They drank beer and chatted while I smelled Jake's dick. Then Skeeter called from the living room.
"Send the faggot in here when you get a chance."
Jake kicked my back with his foot.
"You've had enough treat for one afternoon, Cuntboy, time to put you to work. We got to punish you for being a bad boy. Crawl into the living room."
I pulled my face from his dick lump and shook my head to clear it. My nose and lips were coated with dick drippings from Jake’s boxers. I turned and started to crawl into the living room. Ted and Jake followed carrying their beers in their hands. I got into the room and stopped in shock. Skeeter was laying bare-ass naked on my mom's couch — completely bare-assed.
"Be a pal, Kyle, and suck my ass, okay?"
Skeeter squirmed on the couch, sticking his tight, small, round ass cheeks up in the air. Jake hauled off and kicked me in my ass hard.
"You heard the man, Kyle. Suck his ass for him."
I knelt there naked on the carpet of my mother's living room, a bare-assed abused fifteen-year-old high school boy, my dick shriveled from fear.
"This has got to stop, fellas. You can't do this to me. I never did anything bad to any of you. I haven't hurt you. I wanted to be your friend. Why do you want to hurt me?"
Jake had drained his beer. He now squatted down next to me and threw one arm around my neck. He leaned in close to me as if to share some secret with me.
"Because, Kyle, we’re just having too much fucking fun to stop. I got nothing against you either, Kyle. I like you. I do. But, doing this shit to you is just so fucking wild. It's like a drug addiction for something. I mean it's all me and the guys talk about — what nasty shit we can do to you next. It's nothing personal, but you’re such a fucking pussy, Kyle. We just gotta go with the flow man and see where it takes us. One thing I do know, it will be a lot easier for you if you just do what we say and don't give us any trouble. Just let us do your thinking for you. Don't you worry about a thing? Your job is just to do what we tell you to do without argument. If you do that, everything's going to be just fine."
He must have reached his hand back to my ass because I felt the tip of the beer bottle rubbing against my asshole. He twisted the bottle just a bit, so the lip went in between my ass lips. I tried to move away, but he held me.
"There now, you see, you’re causing trouble for yourself already. Don't piss me…us off, Kyle. You just let us do whatever we want to do to you, and things will be all right. Can't you understand that?"
He pushed more bottle tip into my asshole. It hurt.
"We get to do whatever the fuck we want to you, and you can't do anything about it. That's the way it's gonna be. You gotta understand that Kyle for your own good. We have so fucking many dirty fun things planned for you. You won't believe some of the perverse shit we came up with for you. Skeeter here has a really sick sense of humor, and he contributed more than half the ideas. We got our hearts set on doing this stuff, so you just be a good, little faggot and don't give us any trouble."
On the last words, he pushed about an inch of the neck of the bottle up into my asshole. I screamed out in pain.
"Shhh…it's okay, " Jake soothed, "cunts take this kind of shit all the time. Now, be a good baby, and crawl over there to the couch, and suck Skeeter's asshole for him…and do a really good job.”
I felt the tears running down my cheeks, and dripping off my chin. Please don't think I am a pussy for crying. I know fifteen-year-old boys should be tough and not cry, but in less than a week my entire life had been ruined. Here I was, a normal teenage boy, coerced to do the most unspeakably perverse things for the pleasure of some sadistic high school jocks. I had thought that they wanted to be my friends, and have me join the senior swim team at my new school, but it turns out, they are a bunch of sick bullies who enjoy totally degrading and humiliating others.
I crawled bare-ass naked across my living room carpet toward a naked Skeeter who lay on his stomach on the couch. He raised his tight, small bubble ass up in the air and wiggled it at me.
"Come on, Kyle baby, suck my ass for me!"
Now, I know how much teenage boys love to get their asses sucked. Shit, I am always ready to have some chick lick out my shithole. It’s one of the best feelings on earth. However, for a guy to have to do it, I mean that is totally sick, right? I mean let's face it, chicks dig that kind of stuff, but to want and expect a guy to lick another dude's ass is seriously sick!
I remember at my old school, that to be the girlfriend of a jock, one of the things a chick had to be willing to do was suck his ass and in front of the other kids too. Like after a big game, the guys liked to relax with a beer, crash at some guys house and have their girlfriends lick and suck their sweaty asses while they talked over the game and stuff. When they got nice and horny, they would reward the girl with a good, hard fuck. I approached the couch, and Skeeter wiggled his ass higher. How could these guys expect me to do this kind of stuff to them?
"Come on, Kyle, I got this bad itch deep in my asshole."
"Hey, Kyle," Jake said standing behind me, "when you crawl, you gotta spread your legs more so we can see your nuts swing."
Imagine how I felt as I spread my legs, which made it harder to crawl, and moved forward on hands and knees. I felt my asshole and balls open up more to the air.
"Arch your back more so your ass sticks up higher…"
Jake kicked me in the ass, not hard, but enough for me to get the message. I arched my back so that my ass was up high making it challenging to crawl. Ted was standing to one side, sucking on a beer, fully dressed, his dick lump prominent.
"Look at that beautiful ass Skeeter has got for you to suck. Do you know how many girls would love to slurp on that hot, tight, little rectum? But he's saved it just for you."
I'd had one slight experience in the locker room with ass sucking, and the thought of having to do it again really made me want to puke. I lifted my head to Skeeter's ass. I could smell the musky boy ass smell. It wasn't dirty, but still, a teen guy's ass always smells like ass no matter what. Suddenly my mouth felt very dry.
"Well, what the fuck are you waiting for, a written invitation?" Jake said.
He reached down and pushed my head into his buddy's ass. My nose went into the ass crack, and Skeeter moaned and pushed back against me.
"Oh…yeah…that's it, bitch…lick and suck my ass," Skeeter sighed in bliss.
"Start off by licking up and down the ass crack for Skeeter," Jake instructed.
"Oh, God, guys, don't do this…"
I had no right to object, of course, and received a slap to the back of my head for daring to do so.
"Shut the fuck up, and lick his ass crack."
I stuck out my tongue and took a swipe of the small-built athlete's tight, young, well-shaped ass with hair fuzz in the crack. I ran my tongue up, and down the ass crack while Skeeter moaned with pleasure. I pulled back slightly, but Jake’s hand was there on my head to guide me.
Come on, get that crack really wet with your spit."
Lying on my ma's couch, Skeeter raised one leg slightly to open his ass up to me. The musky smell grew stronger, and more of the ass crack was exposed.
"Now, get your tongue way in there and run it across the shit hole!" Jake ordered.
Jesus in heaven, did Jake have to call it a shithole? Did he have to use that worst of all names? Did he have to remind me that this was the hole from which Skeeter shit from? I ran my tongue up and down, deep in the crack, my nose sniffing up my own spit and the ass funk. My tongue ran across the puckered rosebud of tight, teen boy asshole.
"Oh…yeah…oh…fuck…oh…Christ…that's it, bitch, get your tongue into that asshole. Get your tongue up my shit chute!"
I was too slow in responding to the order, and I suddenly felt a stinging slap across my ass cheeks. I dug my tongue into Skeeter's asshole. It was really tight, and I had trouble getting my tongue in there. Once my tongue got inside the puckered hole, I found it to be moist and slippery. I could smell and taste the ass sweat and the inner ass leakage. Jake leaned down to supervise.
"Get that tongue way up there, Kyle. I wanna see it way up there!"
I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and pushed it deep into the teenage boy ass. The taste got thicker and darker and more bitter.
"Now, suck ass. Keep your tongue up there and suck ass!" Jake commanded.
I sucked ass. I know, I know, that makes me a dirty, little ass sucker. That makes me a fucking freak, but what could I do? I could feel Skeeter's lithe body tense under me as I buried my face in his ass and sucked on his shithole. His leg kicked against me, and I felt his naked feet slap against me.
"Oh…fuck…oh…fucking shit…does that feel good. Holy fuck, he sucks ass as good as Lisa Jory."
Lisa Jory was this fifteen-year-old girl at our school who was known for her superb ass sucking skills.
"Oh…yeah…faggot…suck my ass. Wait 'til the other guys hear about this. They'll be lining up for ass sucks."
In my delirious, feverish mind, I had nightmare visions of all the guys on the swim team lining up in the locker room and me having to go from guy to guy licking and sucking all their asses. I sucked his ass for what felt like hours, but it was really more like fifteen minutes. My mouth and tongue grew numb. Each time I slowed down my sucking efforts, Jake slapped me across the back of my head. Skeeter's asshole became real loose and sloppy and ass slime mixed with my saliva for a most unusual and not very pleasant taste.
Suddenly Skeeter screamed, and Jake pulled my face back. Skeeter flipped over on the couch to lie on his back, and his big, thick, hard, teenage leaking dick slapped me in the face. I could smell his balls wet with the spilled spit and ass slime. His dick was leaking, and when it whapped me in the face, it left pecker tracks across my nose and cheek.
"Okay, Cuntface…suck it!" Skeeter shouted, bucking up his hips so that eight inches of teen prick waved in the air.
Jake slammed my face down on the fat dick. I felt the cockhead slide between my lips, and the prick wedge its way down into my throat. Jake pushed my face down into Skeeter's prick bush and at the same time the young jock I was sucking fucked up into my face. It didn't take long before he shot gobs and gobs of jock spunk down into my stomach. I was choking on the river of cum coating my tongue and throat as it flowed to my gullet. Jake held my head down fully on the prick until Skeeter was finished cumming, and sank back on the couch, wiped out.
"Thanks, Jake, for helping me out with the faggot."
"Hey, it's the least a guy can do for his buddy."
Jake grabbed my hair, yanked me off Skeeter, and threw me down onto the carpet. Cum ran from my nose and mouth. I was coughing up teen spunk. My vision was cloudy, and my face smelled of boy ass.
"Okay, Kyle boy, life can't be all play and no work. You've had your treat, now it's time for you to do your exercises."
"My exercises?" I said my voice thick with dick slop.
Jake smiled and set the beer bottle he had been holding down on the carpet.
"You’re going to sit on this beer bottle for us."
"Holy shit…" Ted said and giggled a kind of high-pitched, girlish giggle.
I shook my dazed head.
"No way, man, you must be crazy…I won't do it. You can't make me do it."
Well, I was wrong. Jake could make me do just about anything. For almost ten minutes he and Ted kicked and punched me while Skeeter lay on the couch drooling after cum all over my ma's furniture. They kicked me in the ribs, balls, and ass. They punched me in the stomach and face. I was a squealing mess in no time. I cried. I begged. I wailed. I was a fucking pussy.
There I was, my eyes red, my nose running, my face a mess, standing naked over a beer bottle on the floor with my heavy fear filled breathing as my dick and balls swayed.
"This will kill me…"
"Oh, don't be such a pussy. Cunts take more than this up their asses all the time. There is no reason why you can't. Now, squat down and put the lip of the bottle against your asshole."
It was useless to argue. I squatted down with my legs spread until the bottle was firmly against my ass ring. It felt cold and smooth, and very odd. My balls and dick hung over it. Ted and Jake leaned down to get a good look.
"Good. Now, push down until the lip of the bottle goes through your ass lips."
"My asshole is too small. It just won't go in…"
I really felt like I was trying, but I guess I wasn't. Jake put his large hands on my shoulders and pushed. I felt my ass open around the head of the bottle top. I felt the bottle spread my ass lips and then enter my asshole.
"Oh…shit...it hurts…it hurts…it's too big. Please, guys…it's too fucking big. It hurts…"
"Of course, it hurts. Look at that man, the bottle is going in his ass."
Jake and Ted squatted down to see better, and Skeeter slid off the couch. I was almost blind with pain. It really did hurt that badly.
"Okay, Kyle, now push down, so more of the bottle goes up your cunt."
"I can't…it’s too dry…can’t you at least put something on it to lube it?"
"No way, man, that would spoil the fun. Now, push down, or I'll see to it that you do!"
I didn't want them forcing it up me, so I pushed down squatting deeper onto the bottle. I felt two or three inches of glass bottle go up into my ass. It started to burn as it began to stretch my hole.
"There we go…you’re doing fine now Kyle…now keep going…push down on the bottle."
Imagine the sick sight of me, bare-ass naked, squatting with a beer bottle up my ass to entertain three twisted teenage boys. I pushed down and felt more of the bottle enter me. It felt like a painfully giant turd, but rigid and ungiving. There was no flexibility at all. The dull ache in my rectum turned to a burning and throbbing pain.
"That's because you're coming to the part where the bottle gets wider. Keep going."
"I can't breathe. I can't…I can't take any more…I…"
The room began to spin around me, and the bottle in my ass felt three times its size. Jake rose and put his hands on me again.
"Fuck yourself on that bottle faggot. You know you want it!"
He pushed down hard, and three more inches of bottle entered my rectum. I screamed out in agony and fell over. I couldn't handle it. I lay on my back with my legs up and spread a beer bottle sticking out of my asshole. Ted held me down while Jake spread my legs, and forced more of the bottle up my ass. I tried to kick him away, out of my mind with pain, but Skeeter joined in to hold me down while Jake began to fuck the bottle vigorously in and out of my ass enthusiastically.
"By the end of the week, this will feel like nothing to you, I promise."
He hit the bottle with the heel of his hand to force more up inside of me. I grunted and had the dry heaves. Skeeter's cum poured out of my nose and dribbled from my lips. I opened and closed my mouth trying to gulp down air as my body jerked and twitched on the living room floor. I felt like I was dying — and even wanted to die. Jake wasn't happy until only about a fourth of an inch of the base of the bottle was sticking out of my grotesquely stretched asshole.
"There, see, that wasn't so bad, now was it?"
He laughed, sitting down on the carpet and relaxing. I lay on the floor like a wounded bird, my hands slapping ineffectively at the bottle wedged up my ass. Skeeter and Ted sat back as well.
"He took it all. What a fucking pervert!" Ted uttered while shaking his head with a big smile on his face.
'Yeah, he is one sick faggot all right," Skeeter agreed as he pumped a brand new hard-on.
"I…I think I need a doctor…" I moaned through the excruciating pain.
"No, you need to do your exercises."
"But…but...this was my exercises."
Jake laughed again.
"No, Kyle, this was just the prep. Now, I want you to get up and run in place for five minutes without losing that bottle out of your ass."
Are such things possible? Can such horrors happen to a fifteen-year-old boy? They kicked me again but without much enthusiasm this time. I struggled to my feet to stand bent over as my gut wrenched with pain, stomach cramps shooting through me, and my ass feeling stretched and torn. I stood there bent over like Quasimodo.
"Stand up straight, motherfucker! Like a proud member of our swim team and start to run in place."
I struggled upright as the bottle shifted my insides with its unrelenting glass form. I wailed from the pain. I started to run stiffly in place. Each time I lifted a foot, new pain shot through me. I while ran screaming in anguish as my buddies rolled on the floor with laughter.
There I was jogging in place bare-ass naked with my balls and dick flopping around and a beer bottle shoved up my ass. If you don't think the pain was gut-wrenching, you have another think coming. I knew it was only seconds before I blacked out, and, somehow, I welcomed it. Skeeter, and Ted, and Jake were having the time of their lives calling me every name in the book, and cheering me on in their sadistic sarcastic way.
"That's a girl, Fuckface.”
“Keep up the good work, Faggot.”
Lift those knees, Cunthole.”
“Show us that bottle stuffed pussy, Fuckhole."
The beer bottle was way up fucking my ass. I mean it didn't even come out when I ran. I could feel it stretching, and reshaping my intestines. The cramps were awful. I felt sick, and the room spun. I could feel my balls slapping against my thighs when I jogged, and still, they kept making me lift my legs higher and run faster.
"Christ, what a sick fuck he is," Jake said, squatting down to get a good view of the bottle up my ass. "What a perverted piece of shit."
I guess it’s part of the game of bullies like Jake to force me to do sick things, and then call me names for doing them. That way they get double pleasure out of it. My mind was a mess by now, I don't mind telling you. I saw the room spin around me, then everything went black, and I felt myself crash into the carpet. I came to and blacked out again several times. The first time I was lying on my back. I could still feel the bottle stretching my ass ring to the ripping point. Jake and Ted, both boys, were buck naked, were kneeling on either side of my head holding it still between them as both of them were beating their huge hunks of fuckmeat. They flogged their pricks hard and fast as their large nuts jiggled, danced, and bounced against my face.
"This God damned fucking faggot makes me so fucking hot. I just wanna fucking beat the fuck out of him!" Jake said while he masturbating over me. I tried to turn my head away from the pricks over my face, but they wouldn't let me move.
"Shit yeah, it sure was a great idea of yours to get a faggot, pussy boy to play with," Ted grunted. I saw his stomach flutter, and his chest expand.
Both boys had awesome athlete bodies. They gritted their teeth and grunted as they yanked their fat pricks like they were trying to pull them off. Now and again one of the boys would shove his fat stinking dick into my mouth. They would pump a few strokes in my mouth to skim off the pre-fuck slime, and then pull it out again, and continue to beat off. Suddenly, Jake yelled and shot a rope of cum all over my face. Then a second and a third. I couldn't move. The flying fuck slop hit my lips, nose, and eyes. A few seconds later, Ted yelled, and his large pisshole opened and sprayed my face with his baby batter.
"Oh…fuck..yeah…fuck…yeah…oh…what fucking fun…." Ted roared, shooting four ropes of dick scum across my face. I was too out of it to do much except just wrinkle my nose and wince a bit. Then Jake took his fingers, wiping the trails and globs of sperm from my face, and forcing it between my lips.
"Feeding time baby. Oh, shit, look how the fuck wad loves it."
I didn't love it, I hated it, but horny boys will twist the facts to suit their own fantasies. You know that from the way guys are always saying chicks like the stuff they really hate. Somewhere, halfway through this thought, I passed out again. I woke again with Jake whispering in my ear and pushing the bottle further up my ass.
"Kyle, baby, I am going to fuck your mother. I'm going to ram my dick so far up her cobweb-filled cunt that she becomes addicted to it. I'm going to make her crawl for my cock just like you."
I tried to hit him or something, but my body just would not work. The room spun, and I went down for the count. The next time I woke, I was in my bed on my stomach with the bottle still up my ass. I wanted so to rise, and pull it out, but my body just wouldn't obey me. I was so fucking exhausted. I just lay there, my breathing labored, feeling guilty and abused, lonely and frightened, and all kinds of stuff. I drifted off again, and the next time I woke my mom was seated at the side of my bed. I was glad my ass was covered by the bedsheet so she couldn't see the beer bottle turning it into a pussy. Part of me wanted to ask her help in pulling it out as the pain was unbearable, but I didn't have the guts to do that.
"Kyle, honey, Jake tells me you got sick. That you drank too much beer. He says he tried to stop you from giving the boys beer as it's against the sports code of the school, but you insisted. Kyle, this is not the way to make friends." While she spoke, she stroked my head lovingly. "Use your wonderful personality. You don't have to impress the boys by drinking. Look at Jake. Look at the wonderful personality he has."
Yeah, right. Look at the wonderful cock he has, you mean. I couldn't believe my mother was falling for the sadistic jock bastard. I knew she was lonely and all, and worked all the time, but shit, she was thirty-five, and he was eighteen.
"Jake is such a good friend, Kyle. He put you to bed and said you’re not to move until morning."
I knew what that meant. I was not to take the beer bottle out of my ass.
"He locked his keys in his car, dear boy, so I am going to drive him home. I'll be back later, darling. You get some rest."
I wanted to scream at her not fall for Jake. To not be taken in by him as I was. However, I couldn't speak. I couldn't do anything except lay there on my stomach and feel the goddamned beer bottle up my rectum. I felt confident I would need a doctor at the very least and probably a trip to the hospital. The humiliation of such a visit would be as bad as the pain itself. I blacked out again. The next time I woke, it was morning. Jake was standing next to my bed kicking my naked body with his hiking boot.
"Wake up, Cuntface! It's morning. Rise and shine. Your mom is sleeping in today. She was a bit exhausted after I got through fingering her pussy. I haven't fucked the bitch yet, but I will."
"Please, Jake, you can have any girl in school, leave my mom alone. Please…." I mumbled still half asleep.
The cute high school senior smiled his killer smile and rubbed the big lump in his jeans.
"I wanna fuck her pregnant!"
He was a total monster.
"Well, you gonna leave that bottle up your ass all day, or you want me to help you get it out?"
I crawled from the bed, hardly able to stand up with the bottle up my ass. I was stiff and bruised all over from the beatings I had taken. I stood there, my legs at an awkward angle, my ass out, my breathing ragged from the pain of moving with a bottle up my ass. How many fifteen-year-old boys have has such things happen to them, I wonder? Jake had a large plastic garbage bag. He opened. I saw he had on plastic gloves too.
"Bend over, and shit the bottle into the garbage bag. I'll help pull it out."
I stood bent over, hands on knees, naked in front of the star school jock and tried to shit a beer bottle out of my ass. At first, it would not budge.
"You better shit it out Kyle, or I'm going to have to take you to the emergency room and what will they think of our little faggot then, huh? A fifteen-year-old twerp who likes to fuck himself with beer bottles. What would your cunt of a mother think of you then?"
I grunted and pushed, and at last, a bit of the bottom of the bottle emerged from my hole, and Jake gripped it with his gloved hands and pulled…the bottle slid out with a kind of sucking sound, pulling my inner ass lining half out as it did. The bottle dropped into the plastic bag, and the smell of shit filled my bedroom. I fell to my knees exhausted. Jake tied the bag and its foul contents in a knot.
"Now, let this be a lesson for you, Kyle, my good friend. You’d better keep your ass clean, and I mean way inside. Buy yourself one of those cunt douche kits. Because the next time a beer bottle comes out of your ass, you’re going to lick it clean! Man, just thinking about that makes my nips hard." He laughed. "Come on, Twatass, time to get ready for school. Go in, and shower, and shit, and stuff."
He slapped me playfully on the ass like I was just a good buddy of his. I staggered to the bathroom. I showered for twenty minutes, and to Jake's credit, he didn't intrude. I shit and pissed, and then brushed my teeth before finally feeling halfway human. When I came out of the bedroom, Jake was on my bed flipping through magazines.
"Ain't you gonna shave, Kyle? You better."
Without speaking, I was too numb to speak, I walked back into the bathroom and studied my face in the mirror. I had started to get a few chin hairs in the last few months. I took my razor and scraped them off. Then I re-entered the bedroom.
"I thought I told you to shave."
"No, Asswipe. Shave your clitty hair off and your cunt hair."
"You want me to…"
I was stunned more than anything else.
"I want the hair off your clitty and balls, and off your asscunt. I don't want to find a single hair. For every hair I find, you will be punished.
"But the guys will all see in gym class."
"Yeah, they will."
I made the weirdest sound just then. Like a huge sigh. It was all that came out of me. I don't know where it came from or why. I returned to the bathroom and spent another thirty minutes shaving off my prick hair and my ball hair. I had trouble getting the hair from around my asshole. I had to use a hand mirror. Halfway through, Jake came in to watch me and give advice.
"You got some stubble on your left nut. On the left side of your cunt lips, you got a little hair…get that will you?"
I felt totally defeated, mentally, physically, and emotionally.
Jake allowed me to dress in my own clothes, a tee shirt, and jeans, and then we headed off to school. Part of me wanted to look in on my mom, to see how she was, but I was too scared. On the way to school, Jake left me to myself, and I made a big decision. I would seek help. I would go to the school counselor, and if he wouldn't help me to the principal and even to the police. This had to stop.
At school, Jake ignored me and got into something with a bunch of girls, who all giggled and gaggled over him like he was a prince or something. I wondered how many of them he was dicking. The whole world seemed so sexually sick to me at that point. I put my books in the locker and went down to Mr. Lawson's office. Mr. Lawson is the older, somewhat fat, kindly counselor. I decided I would tell him as much as I had to get help. Boy was I mistaken!
Do you have any idea what it felt like to be a fifteen-year-old high school boy, at a new school for less than two weeks, and to be the butt of humiliation, and abuse by the most popular jocks in the school? Here I was shaved of my body hair knowing that in a few hours I would have to walk around that way in the locker room, and more than fifty boys would see me with no prick hair and laugh at me. As I walked down the hall of the school, I kept my head hung low and my eyes on the floor. That way I didn't have to think about who was laughing at me and whispering to me. I had no idea of which kids were now in on Jake and the swim team's abuse. I had no idea which girls knew I had had a dick in my mouth or a beer bottle up my ass. I wanted to die.
It was this desperation that let me decide to seek help, even at the cost of my own embarrassment, so I walked into Mr. Lawson's office. He is the older counselor, who seemed nice to me when I first applied to the school. He was seated behind his desk reading something, which he quickly threw into a drawer. He had a big smile on his face, and he looked like a kindly old uncle what with his thinning hair and mustache.
"Well, well, well, Karl, how are we doing?" he smiled and indicated a chair across from him.
"Kyle. My name is Kyle." I stuttered. I knew my voice was hoarse and raspy from all the screaming I had done the night before.
"Kyle, of course. Feeling a bit under the weather? You look a bit down."
He eyed me like he was doing an examination. I sat across from him nervously. "I…eh…I have this problem which is pretty serious."
His brow wrinkled, and he leaned forward across the desk.
"Well, my boy, that's what I'm here for. To help you. It sometimes can be pretty tough to adjust to a new school. Trouble with some of the teachers is it?"
"No sir, with some of the students."
I felt like an idiot, but I knew I needed support to get out of the mess.
"A handsome, athletic boy like you shouldn't have trouble making new friends, Karl. What exactly is the problem?"
"It's Kyle, sir. Kyle, and well, this is really difficult to talk about, but I think I may have to go to the police, and I don't want to because of the school and all, but it's…"
Suddenly tears welled up in my eyes, and the words caught in my throat.
"Karl, this sounds serious. Why don't you take a couple of deep breaths and relax, and then start at the beginning and tell me the whole thing."
"Well…it's…I was asked to join the varsity swim team."
"That's a pretty big honor for a sophomore. I especially admire the swim team. We’re state champions you know."
"Well, they said I had to go through this hazing…you know…this initiation."
Mr. Lawson grinned and then laughed a chuckle like a grandfather might do.
"I see…I see…they got a bit rough with you, did they? Hazing got a bit out of hand? Well, Karl, I wouldn't worry about that too much. Jake, the captain of the team, is one of the top students in our school and one of the top athletes in the state. He's quite a hunk too, if I may say so. Why don't you go to him with your problems?" He got up and walked around from behind his desk. He stood behind me.
"Oh, Mr. Lawson, it's Jake who is the problem. Jake who is doing this to me…it’s…it’s…"
I felt Mr. Lawson's hands on my shoulders kneading and rubbing them.
"There…there…there…just relax. My God, boy, you’re tense. I'd say you’re under significant stress."
His strong hands actually did make me feel better. They rubbed my shoulders and then moved down to massage my chest…my pecs.
"You're a strong, well-built young man. Surely you can handle a bit of hazing."
"It's not like you think. It's not just a bit of hazing. It….oh…god…I don't know if I can say this…It got sexual…very sexual."
Mr. Lawson's hands stopped. He stood behind me quietly.
"You mean, they teased you, and you became sexually turned on by it?"
I felt my blood boil.
"Me? Me? Christ, no, I hated it, but they, Jake, and Skeeter, and Ted, and others seemed to enjoy doing all this sick sexual stuff to me. That's why I think we should call the police."
"Watch your language, Karl." One hand came down on the back of my neck and held it very tightly. "Accusations like that could be very bad for our school. You can't go around accusing the finest boys in our school of perverse acts without some kind of proof. What proof do you have, Karl?"
I tried to twist around to look him in the eye, but he held me still.
"Proof? What kind of proof do I need? I don't know…proof…they did all kinds of sick shit to me!"
Mr. Lawson's hand began to rub my neck gently.
"Karl, tell me honestly, did you provoke them? It's okay if you’re gay. I didn't see anything about that in your record, but if that's why you left your old school, it's okay."
"I AM NOT GAY! I HAVE NEVER BEEN GAY. THEY MADE ME DO FAGGOT STUFF. THEY FORCED ME TO DO SICK SHIT TO GET THEM OFF AND TO ENTERTAIN THEM!" I was blubbering now, tears rolling down my cheeks.
"Calm down, Karl. We'll get to the bottom of this. The first thing I want to do is call in Mr. Rawlings."
He is the vice principal of our school. I got agitated.
"Do you have to? It's bad enough telling this to you. I don't want anyone else to know."
"Actually, it’s for your protection as well as my own. If your accusations are sexual in nature, we have to have him here as a witness."
He made the call, and I sat there sweating and chewing on my fingernails. Was this the right move? Had I done the right thing? Would I get help or make matters worse? A few moments later, Mr. Rawlings, who was about Mr. Lawson's age and build — fattish — came into the office.
"Now, what's this then? Some trouble?" he said with his eyebrows raised.
"Phil, this is Karl, our new student."
"KYLE, MY NAME IS KYLE!"
"No need to shout, young man, we're not deaf," Mr. Rawlings said.
"I'm sorry, sir. It's just that I am pretty upset."
"He claims some of the boys sexually molested him during a team initiation."
"Good Grief, that's a pretty serious accusation, young man. We have good students here at our school. We seldom have trouble. Was it those twelfth-grade Latino boys?"
Mr. Lawson cleared his throat.
"He says it was Jake, and Skeeter, and Ted, among others."
Mr. Rawlings stood up straight and jingled the change in his trouser pockets.
"Our star athletes? Our best students? Come, come, young man. Is this some kind of bid for attention on your part? These are the finest young men in our school and community. If you think you can come into our school, and pull something like this to get notoriety, you’re mistaken. You have picked on the wrong boys."
I had genuinely had it. My head was spinning.
"The wrong boys? They beat me up, and made me do sexual stuff to them, and shoved…shoved…a beer bottle up my…up my…
I couldn't say it. I ended up sobbing in the chair, hunched over. Mr. Lawson's hands again rubbed my shoulders to calm me.
"Are you certain it was them?" Mr. Rawlings asked. "Were they masked?"
"It's happened here at school, in the locker room, and at my home. They just won't let up. It started as a…oh shit…a kind of game…an initiation…but then they made me do vile stuff."
"Well, why did you do it? Why didn't you say no and say to hell with the team?"
Now I was stuck. I looked up at the two men who were currently studying me.
"I honestly don't know. I guess, I wanted Jake's friendship, and I kept thinking it won't get any worse. I…"
Mr. Rawlings took my chin in his large hand and lifted my face to look at him.
"Tell me honestly son, do you have a homosexual crush on Jake?"
"Because I happen to know he is one hundred percent straight. Truth is I've caught him more than once fucking girl students here at school in the work closets and such. I turn a blind eye to it because I know that exceptional athletes like him need to release their sexual energy, but he's no queer, and if you claim he did things to you…well…"
I looked over to Mr. Lawson and saw him giving Mr. Rawlings a strange look. Jesus, what did they think of me?
"Are you calling me a liar?" I asked.
"No, son, but we have to get to the bottom of this. Sometimes, boys who need special attention, fantasize certain events and then convince themselves that they really happened."
"Then why the fuck am I all black and blue?"
Mr. Rawlings smiled.
"Let's find out. Stand up, Karl and remove your shirt, please."
I stood up. My legs were shaky. I lifted the bottom of my tee shirt.
"It's Kyle. My name is Kyle. Please call me Kyle."
"Are you sure?" Mr. Rawlings chewed the inside of his cheek.
"My name is Kyle!"
"Then why does Mr. Lawson here call you Karl?"
"He said his name was Karl," Mr. Lawson said.
I put a hand on my face. I wanted to scratch off my own face. I lifted up my shirt so they could see the bruises on my stomach and back.
"My name is Kyle, okay? And here are the bruises from when they kicked me and punched me."
"Please, Karl…Kyle, take off the shirt so we can see properly."
I removed my tee shirt. I didn't want to. I didn't like the feeling of being naked from the waist up with those two men, but what could I do?
"You have a nice athletic body. Still developing, but nice. Your chest looks a bit sore. Your nipples…I know this is a sensitive question, but do you worry about your nipples when you masturbate?"
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
I was getting scared again. My nipples were all red and swollen from Jake and the guys.
"It's from them. They did this to me. I don't play with my nipples when I…when I…"
"Son, it's no sin to jerk off. All boys do it. This is the modern age. We in education are well aware of such things, nevertheless if you like to hurt your nipples when you beat your meat, please take care you don't overdo it. You could end up with deformed tits. You know, the kind that stick way out like some kind of whore and then think how embarrassed you would be at swim meets and at the beach and such."
I felt like I was losing my mind.
"Look, Mr. Lawson, Mr. Rawlings, I don't hurt my nipples. I have no desire to hurt my nipples. I swear to God those guys did this. This is part of what they did to me! They hurt my nipples and my balls…and…and…"
"You say they damaged your testicles?"
"Well, they kicked them and stuff. They did lots more, I can't even talk about."
Mr. Lawson put one hand on my naked chest.
"Kar….Kyle, if you want us to help you, you have to be honest with us. You can't have any secrets from us. This is very serious."
"We'd better check your genitals for damage young man," Mr. Rawlings said.
"Oh…jeez…can’t I just tell you what happened and can't you do something about it?"
"Not until we know it’s absolutely true. Now, why don't you just slip out of the rest of your clothing, and we'll check your body for damage."
I really did not want to undress in front of these two male teachers. I really did not want to, but they stood there with their arms folded as if they would wait forever for me to comply, so what could I do? I stood up and kicked off my shoes and undid my trousers. Mr. Lawson's breathing got very heavy as if he had a chest cold or something.
"You know Phil, Kyle here may need our help. He may need our special counseling."
"That's exactly what I'm thinking, Art."
Mr. Rawlings turned to me. I was standing there, rather shy about lowering my jeans, and so he helped me. He put his hands on my trousers and eased them down. I sat back on the edge of the desk as he slipped them off.
"So, why didn't you tell your father about this, then?"
I stood there in my underpants and socks.
"I haven't got a father and my ma is gone a lot, and she's…well, she's not the kind of person who could take something like this."
Mr. Lawson put his hands on my naked back and felt around.
"Yes, I do see some bruises and swelling, but it could have been caused by a very rough game of football. I know how you boys love to rough house."
I felt his hands squeezing the flesh of my hips and then move lower in the rear to cup one globe of my ass. In front of me, Mr. Rawlings moved in he put his hands up to my chest and began to flick gently at my nipples.
"I am quite concerned about these tits, young man. We wouldn't want you to have damaged tits for life."
I stood there, one teacher's hands rubbing and squeezing my ass and the other's on my pecs, rubbing and flicking my nipples. I looked into Mr. Rawling's eyes. They looked beady and feverish. A bit of spittle gathered at the corner of his mouth.
"You say the boys did this to you?"
"Well, mostly Jake, and he mostly made me do it to myself."
I'd no sooner said that than I knew how bad it sounded.
"I see. So, you did this to yourself?"
His fingertips now pinched my nipples, and I rose up a bit on my toes. Tingles went through my body.
"Well, no…I mean…he made me."
"How exactly did Jake make you do all of this stuff?" Lawson asked, holding an ass globe in each hand. Christ, why was he holding on to the ass cheeks of a fifteen-year-old boy?
"I don't know. I mean, it was like a game, and then I couldn't refuse, and it's so complicated."
I was half crying again.
"So did they force you or not?"
"Yes. Yes…they forced me to do lots of shit…and they hit me…and kicked me, and put their…put their…oh god…"
Mr. Rawlings nodded, and both teachers stepped back, leaving me standing there between them, my breathing now heavy and ragged with tears dripping from my chin.
"Kyle, take off your underpants."
I felt very, very small…like an insect or a worm, as if I were under a magnifying glass and the entire world was watching me. I felt utterly vulnerable.
"Do I have to?" I asked in a hushed, very meek voice, praying to God for a favorable answer.
Mr. Rawlings smiled. "Yes, Kyle, you have to!"
I pulled down my underpants to stand bare-ass naked in front of the two teachers, but I froze. I froze with them halfway down. It was just too humiliating. I wanted to die, to disappear. I felt Mr. Rawling's hands on my boxer briefs tugging them from the rear. He pulled the underpants down, my dick popped out, and Christ, it was half-hard.
Jesus, there I stood in front of the school counselor and the vice principal bare-ass naked. How had it come to this? What was going on?
"Look his prick hair is all shaved off. Faggots do that a lot," Mr. Lawson said, leaning down to see my half-hard dick and balls. "And he's half-aroused too. Look at the arch on that fuck tool. For a boy of fifteen, he's doing nicely, but he shouldn't be getting hard over two middle-aged teachers. He should throw a boner over the girls in the school. I think we have a real problem here."
My dick was half-hard. I don't know why. I was scared and disoriented.
"Young man," Mr. Rawlings said, "it won't do at all for you to go around school with your teenage dick getting hard over the male teachers."
He slapped my dick. He actually slapped it.
"No wonder the boys on the swim team are a bit upset with you if you do this kind of thing."
The tears poured down my face.
"I don't know why it's like that. I'm not queer. I swear to god. I love girls."
"That's a fine dick and quite a nice set of balls, but boys of your age shouldn't shave off all their prick hair. It makes you look eleven years old," Mr. Lawson said and laughed. "Spread your legs a little more so we can see your balls clearly."
"Why are you doing this to me? It was Jake, Jake and the others…not me."
I spread my legs, and my balls swung between them. My dick bobbed and got a bit harder.
"We can't go blaming nice boys like Jake if they’re innocent. We have to check you out to make sure you aren't a faggot boy who is trying to get Jake in trouble because you have a crush on him, and he spurned you."
"His dick is getting harder and harder. I think he likes this."
"Please, sirs, let me go to class. I'm sorry I ever came in here."
I just wanted to run. I picked up my clothes, but Mr. Rawlings put one hand on my naked ass.
"Not so fast boy. You made some serious accusations here. We have to check them out thoroughly. The first thing we have to do is make sure you’re a healthy boy. Then see if you’re a normal one. Okay, just lie down on the desk here, and let us measure your prick."
"You want to do what? I'm getting out of here."
I don't know what gave me the courage, but it was ill-timed. Mr. Rawlings grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back.
"Onto the desk you fucking homo. We’re going to check you out, and you will take it, or you'll find yourself sent off to a reform school for drug dealing."
What the fuck were they talking about?
"Yeah, I found a bag of Coke in your trouser pocket, didn't I Mr. Lawson?"
Mr. Lawson smiled.
"You did indeed, Mr. Vice Principal. This boy could be sent away for a long, long time."
They threw me onto the desk and made me lie on my back. Then they started to feel me up. They played with my nipples and rubbed my stomach. Mr. Lawson played with my bare feet. I was fucking freaking out.
"Oh, look, his faggot dick is getting hard. Yes, sir, he is a faggot all right. Let's measure the big prick."
They took a measuring tape and measured my dick — its length, its circumference, the length of my piss hole, the thickness of the cock knob, everything. It was horrible. I didn't know what to do. The more they played with me, the harder my dick got. I couldn't understand it. Mr. Lawson began to pump my dick, masturbating it.
"Oh, he likes the boys all right. I can tell. He probably jerks off to visions of Jake in the locker room. Is that right boy, do you cream over handsome Jake and his fat fucker? He does sure have a big, one doesn't he? He stuffs it into a different teen cunt every week, and you wish he was ramming it into you, don't you?"
My dick was sliming from all the pumping. I was crying, and Mr. Rawlings was pulling on my nipples. Suddenly they stopped.
"Okay, cunt, get on your hands and knees. We’re going to check to see if your pussy has been fucked."
"PLEASE…OH, GOD…PLEASE…DON'T…PLEASE DON'T…DO THIS."
"Onto your hands and knees, we want to check your hole. That will prove if you’re a faggot or if we owe you an apology. Sorry if we’re a bit tough on you, but we can't take any chances. Our school's reputation is at stake."
They flipped me over, and I knelt there on the desk. Mr. Lawson spread my ass cheeks, and both teachers leaned in to look at my asshole. Can you imagine how awful I felt? The humiliation of kneeling bare-ass naked on a desk, my legs spread, my ass open with two male teachers looking at me. They spread my ass cheeks and looked right at my asshole.
"Oh, my…look at those puffy pussy lips. Look at the red irritation. This boy has been fucked a lot and recently too."
Mr. Lawson prodded my sore asshole.
"That's because they shoved a beer bottle up there. They did it to me, I tell you!"
"This boy takes dick, that much is obvious. I'll bet he gets fucked five or six times a week at the least."
Mr. Rawlings took my face in his hand and tilted it up to look into my eyes.
"You just can't keep those big, fat, teenage jock dicks out of your slut pussy, can you?"
"What do you do boy, offer them money to fuck you? What shame you have brought to our school. Jake probably refused to plow your pussy, and so you tried to get him in trouble."
"Jesus, you’re a fucking disgusting whore! Why did you have to come to our school? Fifteen years old and taking dick up your ass every day trying to seduce the nice straight boys of our school!"
A hand repeatedly slapped my ass globe hard. I was sobbing and fucking, freaking out of my mind.
I was a fucking nervous and physical wreck, kneeling there on the desk while Mr. Lawson and Mr. Rawlings played with my asshole and called me every dirty name they could think of.
"Oh yes, look how moist this faggot's pussy is. We just touch it, and it gets all wet."
Mr. Rawson said shoving a finger roughly into my asshole. I mean, come on. I was fifteen and normal. How could they even think those things about me? Yet here I was being labeled as a faggot.
"We should have known he was a dirty, motherfucking cocksucker when we saw that he shaved his cunt. I mean, I know boys who swim need to shave their bodies but not their pricks and assholes for Christ's sake. He looks like a fucking eleven-year-old twat down there."
Mr. Lawson laughed while continuing to kneading my ass cheeks.
"Okay, think whatever you want, just let me get up, and get out of here now," I yelled through my tears.
WHACK. Mr. Rawlings hand came down hard on my ass globe.
“You just shut the fuck up, and do as we say, you fucking cumdump dick loving fag hole! We take a dim view at this school of faggots corrupting our boys. You could spend the next two years in a reform school if you don't get in line here, and start to obey orders. Spread those fucking faggot legs wider."
He slapped my thighs, so I spread my legs more, and then he whacked me again, this time on the nut sack. I crumpled in pain, and both the counselor and the vice principal roared with laughter. It was a fucking nightmare, and I really thought I was losing my mind.
"Turn over on your back, Dickwad!"
They heaved me over onto my back on the desk. I was still reeling from the pain in my balls. There I was bare-ass naked on my back on the counselor's desk with the two old perverts looking down at me.
"Bring your knees up...up to your chest and spread them. Show us your boy fucked cunt!"
So there I was, my knees were drawn up so they could stare at my asshole, which had recently had a beer bottle in it as you know. Sure, it was stretched and sore. Kyle and his buddies had done that to me. I wanted to go to the police for help, but I knew these guys from the school had lots of connections with the police, and if they said I was a faggot who had been after the jocks, who would believe me?
"Shove some fingers in your cunt, and show us how you like to get fucked by all that teen jock prick!"
"Please, sir, I've been abused, and I—"
Mr. Rawlings slapped me hard in the face.
"Just fucking do it! Finger fuck your cunt!"
In a panic, I shoved a finger into my sore asshole. The ass lips were, and swollen. It hurt. I lay there with a finger in my hole.
"Well come on, a faggot like you can do better than that. Put two or three in there."
I must have sounded like a whimpering sissy because Mr. Lawson mocked me.
"Oh, it hurts. Hurts, does it? It will hurt a lot more if you don't get two fingers in that pussy now."
Imagine me laying there shoving fingers into my own asshole while two old men watched me.
"Three. I want to see three in there. NOW!"
He spat as he yelled at me, and his spit covered my face. They sounded like Marine drill sergeants screaming at me. I forced a third finger in. It hurt like hell, but not as bad as the bottle had hurt the night before.
"Jesus Fucking Christ, look at that teen twat. Can you believe what a fucking faggot he is?"
"I'm not a faggot! You're making me do this..." I screamed and got slapped again. My lower lip was swollen.
"He is one fucked up pervert all right. We can't let him near out clean cut, healthy boys. He'll corrupt the hell out of them, and to think he slandered Jake, our star athlete, and prize pupil, so badly. Hey, cunt, think about Jake's big dick, and fuck your fingers in and out of your pussy."
My dick had gone soft, my balls ached, and I was fucking my fingers in and out of my asshole to please the two old perverts. It was truly a sick experience.
"Deeper. Harder. Do it, Fuckhole."
Each time they wanted me to fuck myself harder, they slapped my face or spit in it. Finally, I was lying there ramming my fingers up my ass and frigging them into the asshole as hard and fast as I could.
"Get back on your knees, Twatface!"
Mr. Rawling slugged me in the gut. The air went out of me, but I turned over, and, sobbing like a baby, crawled back onto my knees. Then I felt something at my asshole — it was not a cock. I twisted away from the teachers and looked. Mr. Lawson held a cucumber in his hand. It was big and ugly.
"Get back on your fucking knees before I break them!" Mr. Rawson yelled.
Mr. Rawlings twisted my body back around. Mr. Lawson put the tip of the cuke to my ass lips and shoved. I felt the cold veggie slide into my asshole. It hurt and felt very thick, but my ass was stretched like a whore's twat already. Mr. Lawson stepped back.
"Fuck it in and out of your cunt. Do it, fairy boy! Fuck it as hard as you can in and out of your twat! I want to see those cunt lips twitch with delight."
I was the captive of perverts and could do nothing about it. My god, how I suffered. I started to shove the cucumber in and out of my ass. It felt bumpy and my inner ass burned.
"Deeper! Shove it deeper!"
"Please, you’re killing me...I can't…I fucking can't!"
"You fucking can, and you will, you dick drain! I wanna see that cucumber all the way up that whore's twat."
Mr. Rawlings grabbed my face and rubbed it against his trouser covered crotch. I could feel and smell his hard dick.
"Here, let me give you some inspiration! Oh, he likes that yeah. He gets hot when he smells hard, leaking prick. Fuck yourself, boy!"
"Maybe we should put him in the girls’ gym class to keep him away from the jocks."
"Good fucking idea. He could shower with them and everything, and they would be safer than the guys."
"Here, Twat, let me take that veggie from your hole!"
Mr. Lawson took the end of the cucumber, rammed it hard into my guts, and then pulled it out. Suddenly, I felt something else.
"From cuke to Coke!"
They laughed as Mr. Lawson shoved the tip of a Coke bottle into my rectum. I screamed out, and Mr. Rawlings stifled the scream in the crotch of his pants. Mr. Lawson fucked the Coke bottle into my ass, and I thought I would die. It was worse than the beer bottle to some degree because of the shape of the bottle, how it gets narrower and then wide again. The bottle tore at my rectum. Mr. Lawson slammed it into me and then yelled at me.
"Okay, Cuntdrip, get off the desk."
He wanted me to stand up with the Coke bottle still up my ass ripping at my intestines. Mr. Rawlings slammed me with his fist, so I rolled off the desk onto the floor where I lay, grunting and dry heaving from the pain of the bottle up my shithole.
"I said, stand up!"
Both men kicked me until I stood up. The pain in my guts was so severe that I stooped over while holding my stomach.
"Stand up straight, let us see!" Mr. Lawson barked at me.
I stood up. The pain was literally gut-wrenching.
"Isn't that cute? Look how cute her stretched out whore pussy looks with a Coke bottle up it. Walk around for us — dance a little."
Can you picture it? A fifteen-year-old boy with a Coke bottle shoved up his ass dancing for two old perverts.
"Why isn't your clit hard? Get your clit hard!"
I masturbated my prick while I danced for them, and the bottle pressing against my prostate made it not too difficult for me to get my dick up.
"There, isn't she pretty? Let's get some photos, shall we?"
Mr. Rawlings had a camera!
I don't think you can imagine the pain and humiliation I was going through at the hands first of Jake and his bunch of bullies and now at the hands of two of the high school faculty. I was feeling so personally invaded and abused that I knew I would never fully recover from the experience. Here I was walking around with a Coke bottle up my ass for these two old perverts. They put on some music and made me dance for them, so the bottle hurt me even more as it worked itself around in my guts. It was horrible. I kept praying the nightmare would end. Mr. Rawlings was taking photos of me dancing, of my naked prick and balls, and of the bottle in my ass.
"He's a fucking little faggot slut all right. Look how much he loves that Coke bottle up his cunt. Tell us, boy. Tell us how much you love that Coke bottle up your twat!"
"I don't. I hate it. It's killing me…" I screamed, in anger, pain and shame.
"Don't you fucking ever lie to me, Cuntface!" Mr. Rawlings who was the school disciplinarian hauled off, and slapped me hard across the face. "You tell the truth. Now tell us. Tell us how much you love the cock bottle up your pussy!"
"I love it. I love the Coke bottle in me!"
I know you think I am weak for giving in like that, but you don't know how much I was suffering.
"YOU LOVE IT WHERE, FUCKHOLE. TELL US WHERE YOU LOVE THE COKE BOTTLE!"
He slapped me again.
"I love it in my pussy. I love the Coke bottle up my pussy, sir!" I blubbered.
"Stick that pussy out, boy, when you say it. Stick that pussy out, and tell us!"
I stuck my ass out as far as I could while they snapped photos.
“I love the Coke bottle up my pussy, sir," I repeated over and over.
Mr. Lawson leaned in.
"I'll bet you really want Jake's big, fat, teen prick up your pussy, don't you? Tell us. Tell us, Kyle, how much you want Jake's dick up your cunthole."
"I really want Jake's big, fat, jock cock up my cunt, sir. I really need his fat prick inside my faggot pussy!" I cried as I said it.
What were they making me into? Everybody's lives seemed to revolve around Jake. Jesus, did he own the fucking school or what? I know he was handsome and smart, and a star athlete, but everyone treated him like a fucking God.
Suddenly Mr. Rawlings bent me over at the waist, and I saw that he had his big, wet dick sticking out of his trousers. It was an ugly dick — not the sleek smooth rick of a teen boy or young man — but the gnarled veined dick of an old man.
"I think you want some dick in your faggot mouth too, don't you, Kyle? You need to suck some dick badly, don't you?"
Mr. Lawson laughed.
"Suck some dick badly? I think he'd better suck some dick like a fucking expert if he knows what's good for him."
He slapped the end of the bottle that was sticking out of my ass and sent waves of pain through my gut. Mr. Rawlings rubbed his big greasy, uncut prick across my face, leaving the smell of his randy cock in my nostrils. He shoved the fat helmet prick knob against my lips and grabbed my ears.
"Come on, faggot face, open that mouth pussy and suck some good, juicy cock!"
The dick more battered me than fed me. It forced its way into my mouth, and down my throat. I gagged and choked. He held me by the ears and face fucked me. I was like some kind of fucking rag doll or puppet. Mr. Lawson fucked the bottle in and out of my asshole causing delirious pain. I felt something wet splatter my back and realized that Mr. Lawson had shot his load on my back. Mr. Rawlings didn't take long to cum down my throat. He made me swallow all of his dick snot, and then wiped his spent prick off in my hair. I was a fucking mess. They yanked the bottle out of my rectum.
"What he needs is some good old-fashioned, solid discipline." Lawson opined. "That way, he will remember to keep his cocksucker mouth shut and not say a word to anyone about our little discipline session."
"Please, just leave me alone. I won't tell anyone…" I begged
My mouth was still clogged with cum, as they threw me over Lawson's lap like a child about to get spanked, and that's what they did. They beat my ass until it was almost black. They fucking beat the shit out of me. I screamed, and cried, and moaned, and nearly lost my mind, and still, they whacked my poor ass globes, and sometimes in between the crack, and sometimes on my fuck sack as well. I pleaded with them for mercy, swearing to tell no one. Finally, they stopped. I lay on the floor totally wiped out.
"Now, we’re going to have these little discipline sessions with you twice a week. You will report here during this period of the day on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and if you miss a session or are late, we will turn you over to the police with some of these nice perverted photos we have of you with the bottle up your ass."
"I also think he needs to visit Coach Morgan. We can't have him associating with the boys in the locker room with his hard prick dripping all over the place as he ogles their fat, teen cocks. He is going to need some sexual restraint." Mr. Rawlings scribbled a note to Coach Morgan. "You go to him right now, and give him this note. He will know what to do with you!"
I was even more scared now. Coach Morgan was a horrible bully. He slapped kids around all the time, and no one seemed to complain because he had winning teams. He was good pals with Jake who was one of his star athletes.
I stood up, my body slick with sweat, and my mouth smeared with dried cum. My ass throbbed. I began to pick up my clothes.
"Who told you to get dressed, Cuntface?" Mr. Lawson demanded.
"I…ugh...Mr. Rawlings…ugh…said I should…ugh…report to…ugh…Coach Morgan..."
My lips were so swollen I could hardly speak.
Mr. Lawson threw me a small pair of white gym shorts.
"Here wear these."
They looked like they belonged to a seventh grader.
"You want me to wear these in the school hall?"
"If anyone asks you, you tell them you’re really sorry, and you’re on your way to the gym."
OH, MY GOD. They expected me to walk through the school halls dressed in nothing but a pair of gym shorts. Teachers and students would all see me. I was becoming some kind of fucking freak. I pulled on the white shorts. They were so small my prick and balls bulged obscenely, and my ass crack showed because they rode so low. If I had had any prick hair left, it would have stuck out of the waistband.
"Coach Morgan will fix you up with a nice dick restraint so that you can’t play with your pathetic faggot prick in school all day. Now get your sorry ass out of there and remember your next appointment!"
I moved out into the school corridor. Thank God, the bell hadn't yet rung. If I ran, I might make it to the gym before classes let out.
"What are you doing young man?" Mr. Gleason, the English teacher said while stopping me with one hand on my naked shoulder.
"I'm…ugh...I'm…ugh…sorry, sir. I am on my way to the gym…"
"Running through the halls half-naked like that? You ought to be sent to Mr. Rawlings for such behavior." He stepped back and looked right down at my dick lump. "Do you realize how you look in those shorts? They must be four sizes too small for you. What if some of our young ladies saw you in that condition? And look at your nipples, my god, they’re all red. Is this some kind of team hazing or something?"
"Something like that, Sir."
What else could I say?
"I thought as much. Maybe I should call your parents."
"Please, sir, just let me get to the gym before the bell rings."
"Very well, get out of my sight…get lost."
He waved his hand at me and turned away.
"I tore down the hallway my naked feet, but the bell rang, and the doors to the classrooms opened. Hundreds of students poured into the corridor and they stopped in shock when they saw me bare-ass naked except for a tiny pair of gym shorts. The kids roared with laughter and pointed at me. I ran on with tears streaming down my face. I finally reached the gym after what seemed hours of running through crowds of jeering students. I turned into the gym and ran to Coach Morgan's office. I knocked on the door.
"ENTER," barked the gruff voice.
I meekly opened the big door and went in. Coach Morgan was seated behind his desk. He was just putting down the telephone.
"Ah, yes, the fucking cocksucker faggot who has been saying nasty things about my boys! Mr. Rawlings just phoned me. He says you have a wandering faggot eye, and a bouncing prick and it's bothering our athletes. Well, I think we can take care of that!"
I was standing bare-ass naked in front of Coach Morgan. After the counselor and the vice principal sexually abused me, I began to doubt my own masculinity. Was I a faggot? Did I bring out the worst in others? Was it something about me that just made tough he-men want to beat the shit out of me, humiliate me and use me? Maybe I was a useless fuckwad who deserved this. How did the logic work? Well, you know how dogs can sense fear in a person, and they will attack a person who exhibits fear. Maybe it’s the same with faggots. Maybe straight guys sense a faggot, and it just brings out the worst in them. Here I had always thought of myself as normal, ordinary girl-fucking, teen boy, but maybe that wasn't true. Perhaps it was my fault that these dudes were treating me like shit. This thought somehow crept into my mind at this moment, and I couldn't shake it. It was horrible.
"So you’re the faggot that has been disrupting my team? Fucking homo comes to our school and thinks he can do whatever he wants. Thinks he can molest our straight-A, jock star athletes, huh?"
I tried to say something, but the words wouldn’t come out at first. The coach sat there, looking at my naked dick and balls. My prick was still swollen from the masturbating it had gotten from the counselor, and I had not shot my load. When I get aroused and don't cum, my dick tends to stay fat and leak a lot. I can't help it. I could feel the cold tile floor beneath my bare feet. I could feel the pain in my violated asshole. To think that I had actually shoved a bottle up my ass to entertain those two old perverts. Was this whole school sick, or was it me?
"Eh...sir, there has been some terrible mistake. I'm not a faggot, sir. You see, Jake, and the guys—"
"DON'T YOU DARE SAY ANYTHING AGAINST MY TEAM, BOY. THEY’RE FINE, UPSTANDING, YOUNG MEN, AND I WON'T HAVE IT."
As he screamed at me, I was shaking so badly that I almost pissed right there on the floor.
"Do you want us to go to the police and your mother to report your deviant, perverse activities?"
"Eh..no...I don't. I didn't do anything wrong...I…"
"You tried to molest students in the school. You made advances on our athletes and even made indecent proposals to our school counselor. We have witnesses. You could be sent away for quite some time for all that."
Tears formed in my eyes again, a fifteen-year-old boy crying like a little baby. How could I cry this much?
"Aw, is the pussyboy crying? Is the little dickwad all sad and sorry now?"
The coach was a gruff balding man with a mustache. He did not have a kind disposition.
"We can't have you going around school looking at all the boys and jerking off. It’s not normal, nor is it healthy for you or them, so we have to take care of the problem. Climb up here on the massage table. Come on, boy, move your ass. I don't have all day."
Bare-ass naked and feeling very vulnerable, I climbed up onto the massage table in his office.
"All right, get your dick hard for me. Let's see what we have here."
"You…you…want me to get an erection?"
I was so fucking confused.
"How can I tell if there is a problem if I don't see you hard? I am trying to help you here, Fuckhole, so appreciate it. Shit, do you always shave off all your prick hair, or haven't you grown any yet?"
"Jake did that...he—"
The coach slapped my face hard.
"I TOLD YOU, I DONT WANT TO HEAR ANY LIES ABOUT MY BOYS. IF YOU WANT TO SHAVE YOUR CLITTY LIKE SOME STUPID CUNT THAT'S YOUR BUSINESS, BUT DON’T BLAME MY BOYS. THE COUNSELOR CHECKED YOUR ASSHOLE, AND HE TELLS ME IT'S RED AND SWOLLEN AND THAT IT’S ALL STRETCHED OUT LIKE SOME STREET WHORE'S FUCKED PUSSY, SO DON'T GO MAKING UP LIES. WE HAVE ALL THE PROOF WE NEED. NOW, GET YOUR FUCKING CLIT HARD!"
With trembling hand, I reached down and began to masturbate my dick again. I was so sexually frustrated from jerking before, and not cumming, that my dick got stiff almost immediately. The coach grunted and took my dick in his hand.
"You’re a horny little fucker aren't you? Is that because you like being around real men? Do I turn you on, Cuntboy?"
He began to pump my prick as I lay there on the table. I tried to push his hand away, and that was a bad move. A minute later, I found my hands tied above my head.
"Got to tie you down, girl, it’s for your own good. Now, I am going to masturbate your dick, but you'd better not cum. You just learn to control your fuckseed. You can't go about the school if you can't control your fuck slop."
He pumped my prick bouncing my balls on the table. I was in agony. I needed to cum so badly. My hips arched up, and then my ass globes slammed back down on the table as he quickly and expertly jerked on my thickening prick. Pre-fuck bubbled out of my pisshole and ran down over the coach's hand. My prick quivered and swelled.
"Don't you dare cum, boy. If you do, you'll regret it until the day you die."
He didn't slow down if anything he pumped harder.
"Oh, God, Coach. I can't hold it back. I can't control it…not when you do that...please...please, sir...oh God..."
I mentally freaked out. My dick felt like it was burning and itching up at the same time. I could feel the cum in my balls boiling. How could any boy control it? Then he stopped. He sat back and looked at my stiff, throbbing prick meat leaking copious amounts of pre-fuck.
"Okay. Now I think we have just the thing to control you." He went to his desk and took off his plaid shirt. "It’s getting warm in here, isn't it, son? Well, this won't take too much longer. Remember this is for your own good.”
Dressed in his tee shirt, his muscles gone to flab, he came back to the massage table holding something metal in his hand.
"Know what this is?"
"No, sir..." I moaned.
My dick was still still twitching and drooling pre-fuck on the very edge of cumming. If I moved, it would shoot.
"It’s a cock cage. Just the thing a homo boy like you needs. Now, we won't tell your mom or the police if you agree to control your deviant, aberrant behavior by wearing this cock cage. A cock cage prevents a depraved cock whore like you from getting a hard-on every time he sees a boy with a bulge in the school hall. It stops you from being able to jerk off and cum. It controls your dick. Of course, it won’t cure your sick mind, but it will control your body urges. If your prick gets hard, it becomes unbearably painful in the small metal sleeve, and then the hard-on goes away like magic. Of course, you don't want to look at or think about anything that might stimulate you, because that would be terribly painful. Now, before we can get this cage on you, we have to lose the hard on, so..."
He hauled off and gave my balls a half dozen hard slaps. I screamed in pain. I have no idea what it must have sounded like in the school hall. My nuts shook and gut-wrenching agony coursed up through my body. It did the trick, my leaking prick got soft. It took me a few seconds to be able to breathe even. Next thing I knew, the coach was fastening the cock cage around my dick and balls. It was a horrible feeling. How could I wear this all the time? There was a padlock on it, which the coach closed.
"Now, just to teach you a lesson, I am going to give the only key to this cage to Jake. It might teach you to respect him more. If you behave like a decent boy, he might let you out of your cage now and then."
"Oh, God, please don't give it to him...not to Jake...please…"
He slapped me again. My head spun.
"This cage stays on your faggot prick until Jake says it comes off. It’s this or go to the police. Now, I have work to do, so get the fuck out of here."
I stood up. The cage looked so obscene sticking out from my shaved crotch.
"Go on, get dressed."
"But all I have are these gym shorts, and they’re much too small for me."
"That's not my problem. Put them on, and get the fuck out. And, I don't want any more trouble from you, fucking faggot."
Just as I staggered out into the school hall, the bell rang, and hundreds of kids suddenly surrounded me. They looked at me in my very tight, small gym shorts, the cock cage making my dick bulge out like I had a hard-on, and they roared with laughter. Some thought it was a stunt or prank of some kind, others I’m sure, just thought I was nuts or a faggot. OR A FUCKING FAGGOT! I wanted to run home. I wanted to talk to my mom about all that had happened and ask her to help me. I knew that she had this unreasonable crush on Jake, but I knew I could talk sense into her. After all, a middle-aged woman can't have a crush on a teenage boy, no matter how cute he is. I ran for the nearest door, but before I got very far, someone grabbed and spun me into the boy's bathroom.
"Well, Faggot, don't you look cute today?" Ted said as he threw me onto the bathroom floor.
"He thinks we will attract more cock dressed this way." Skeeter laughed while rubbing the bulge in his pants. There were two other seniors in the bathroom, and now Skeeter spoke to them. "Either of you dudes need a quick blowjob from the school faggot?"
The two other jocks walked over laughing and looking at me down on the floor.
"I heard about this freak yesterday, but I didn't believe it."
"Oh, believe it all right. He is one dick hungry, twat mouthed homo. We had him sucking on us all day yesterday. You guys wanna try him out?"
"Shit, I don't mind," one of boy said, unzipping his pants and pulling out his big dick, “My girlfriend is on the rag."
"Yeah, that’s the best time to have a homo around, when your girlfriend is on the rag."
I will never know why, but for some reason, my dick got thicker and longer in the cock cage, and I was suddenly in terrible pain.
"Let's go, Fuckface, up on your knees, give my buddy here a real good suck. Get that face pussy working real good."
Ted hauled me to my knees by my ears, and the jock boy shoved his big, fat dick in my face. He was a blond kid, slender, but damn good looking. He lowered his pants to reveal red boxers. Then for no reason, he slipped off his tee shirt, so he was bare-chested. His fat dickhead bounced off my lips leaving trails of cock drool. I couldn't take any more abuse for one day, I just couldn't. I almost blacked out from confusion and frustration. Ted slapped the back of my head.
"Suck, girl! And do a good job on my buddy."
I was sorry for every time I had tried to force a girl to suck my dick. I now know how they felt. The prick knob entered my mouth leaking a river of cock snot as only a fifteen-year-old dick can do. I started to suck. I could smell his dick smell and his sweaty balls. His buddy moved in to watch. Then, while I was sucking the kid's prick, his buddy hauled out his fat hunk of fuckmeat.
"Hey, Ray, hold still a minute...with just your dickhead in his mouth."
Ray pulled out until only the cock knob remained in my lips. Then his pal moved in and held his dick close. Suddenly he started to piss on the stalk of Ray's dick while the head was still in my mouth.
"Let's just give the dick some more flavor for our faggot friend."
All the guys laughed. Then, Ray shoved his thick prick, covered with his pal's piss, balls deep into my mouth. I gagged on the taste, and the fat fucker going into my throat. Ted held my head from behind so Ray could face fuck me as hard as he wanted to.
"Oh…yeah...oh…yeah, I am going to need this regularly. Wait until you sample this face pussy, Pete. This is prime, first-rate face pussy."
Ray shot a huge load of viscous dick gunk, and then before I could even catch my breath, Pete shoved his stinking tool into my mouth. He pissed in my mouth before he started to face fucked me. Then both Skeeter and Ted demanded blowjobs too. My stomach rumbled with cum. I was one fucked out faggot boy. I staggered from the toilet out into the school and headed for the nearest exit. I needed to go home. I wanted to hide. My caged prick hurt terribly.
I live far from the school, and it was a chilly day outside. I will never know how I made it home in just those gym shorts and nothing else. Well, not exactly nothing else, I had a fucking cock cage tightly locked onto my dick and balls. I felt like a total freak. Well, I was a fucking freak, wasn't I? I mean, look what had happened to me in the last few days. I had to hide all the way home. I couldn't even pretend that I was a jogger. Everyone would know I was some kind of fucking pervert. I ran from tree to tree, bush to bush, cut through alleys, cut my feet on rough stones, dashed behind buildings when a car would pass, or a lady or kid walked by and pretty much suffered the tortures of the damned. When I finally slammed the door to my house, I collapsed on the kitchen floor and sobbed for a good twenty minutes. I couldn't seem to bring myself out of my hysterical depression.
My mind kept racing. Should I call the police and report my molestation by the teachers of the school? Who would believe me? Well, they could see the cock cage locked onto me, but then again, Jake had the key so no blame would fall on the teachers. I ripped down the gym shorts to look at the contraption locked to my prick and nuts. It made it impossible for me to get a hard-on. Jesus Christ, what were they doing to me? I crawled from the kitchen, too weak to stand up, and finally pulled myself to my feet as I reached the stairway leading to the second floor. I stumbled up to my room and threw myself onto my bed. I must have been mentally, and physically exhausted because I fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke, I looked at the clock and realized I had slept most of the day. It was four o'clock in the afternoon. I had to take a wicked piss, so I went to the bathroom attached to my room. I walked a bit funny because of the cock cage. How could I piss with this thing on me? Well, it had a hole in the front for my piss to come out, but the cage would get all wet and piss covered. How could I keep it clean? It gave me the strangest sensation to stand there pissing with the cage on. In fact, my dick grew a bit thicker and longer giving me painful pinches. I cursed and decided to go downstairs to get something to eat and then call Jake and ask him to please remove this stupid contraption.
I was on the second-floor landing, standing there bare-ass naked when I heard the sounds coming from my mother's bedroom. Holy Shit, she was being fucked. I hadn't even heard her come home, much less take someone to her room, but the sounds were clear enough now, my ma was moaning and grunting and screaming like a whore.
"Oh…fuck me...fuck me…oh…it's so big...it's so big...."
I stood there with tears in my eyes. I knew damned well who was fucking her. It hadn't taken more than two days for Jake to seduce my mother. What kind of monster was he? A boy from my high school was fucking my mother!
"Oh, God…oh Christ…must you be so rough? You’re hurting me. It's so thick...it's stretching my cunt...oh...oh shit…I'm cumming again."
Then I heard Jake's voice, "Take it, you fucking bitch. Take my big, fat cock. Feel my big balls bounce on your cunt as I ram my prick up into your gut. You like that, don't you, you fucking hole? You like a big, tough, teenage boy to cram his fat hunk of fuckmeat into your worn out, old lady pussy. You like that fat dick, don't you? Everybody likes my fat dick."
“Oh…Jake, you promised...you promised you would wear a condom. I can't take the risk of getting pregnant...oh, please take it out before you shoot."
"No fucking way, old lady. I'm not gonna ruin a perfectly good fuck by pulling out. I want you to feel my baby batter deep inside of you."
"Oh, no, Jake, please..."
"Shut the fuck up and enjoy my cock. It's the best fucking you ever had, and you fucking know it."
I stood there shocked and appalled. I ran to the door of my mother's room and was about to throw it open to stop the horror happening inside, but what could I do? She had wanted it from Jake. He had worked his strange magic on her as well. He seemed to control everyone.
"Oh, God...oh yes...fuck me...fuck me...oh…I don't want to get pregnant...oh…give it to me...let me feel your prick… what can I do?"
"Twist around and get on your hands and knees so that I can fuck you like the fucking dog you are. Swing your fucking udders while I fuck you. Swing those titbags, you fucking cunt!"
"Oh, Jake, why are you doing this to me? You're ruining my whole life. Oh, God...oh, yes...oh, yes..."
"You ever been fucked in the ass? Later on, I'm going to fuck you in the ass. You'll love it, just wait and see. Push back onto my prick more!"
"Oh, my God...Jake...how can those high school girls stand it? It's so big...so fucking thick!"
"I like fucking them at twelve and thirteen. That's when they really feel it."
I had to cram my fist in my mouth to refrain from screaming. I didn't know where to go. The fucking became louder and louder, I turned back toward my room, away from the sounds of my mother screaming and Jake cursing. I ran downstairs, still naked not sure of where I was going. I walked from room to room trying to figure out some way out of this horrible nightmare. I spent too much time in my reverie because I suddenly heard a sound and looked up. There was Jake standing across the room bare-ass naked his dick still hard and glistening with my mother's cunt juice. The whole world had become fucking obscene.
"Well, lookee who is home at last. We missed you at school. We wanted to play, and I wanted to check out your cock cage and show it to the guys. How do you like it?"
"Jake, you’re a fucking bastard."
"Better be nice to me, or I'll never take it off of you."
"My mother...what have you done to my mother?"
"What are you, an idiot? I fucked her, of course. I gave her the best fucking of her life. Your dad must have had a tiny prick cuz she never had anything like my fuck hose up her ditch before. I didn't tell her about you — yet!"
I froze. My entire body turned to ice.
"About me, what about me?"
"That you’re a faggot who sucks dick. I didn't show her any of the photos yet. I think it would really hurt her feelings."
His huge prick which had been drooping slightly, now thickened and stood out straight again. Some of my mother's cunt slop dripped from it onto the carpet.
"Jake, you can't do this to me...to her...you can't do this to us."
"No need to worry. If you behave yourself and do as you’re told, your secret is safe with me and twenty or thirty guys at school."
I wanted to punch him, but I didn't have the strength or courage to fight him.
"Now, to prove you’re going to be a good boy, I want you to get down on your knees and crawl over here, and lick your mother's pussy slop off my dick."
My mind reeled.
"Jake, get serious. You can't ask me to do something like that."
"Why not? It's Mommy's cunt slop. Who’s better than her little boy to lick it clean? Come on, Kyle baby, crawl over here, and clean up my prick."
How could a teenage boy lick his mother's cunt juice off the prick of another dude and not lose his mind? I don't know. I fear I did lose mine, at least temporarily. I fell to my knees and crawled across the living room to the naked stud standing there in front of me. His cock looked huge and wet. I saw some pubic hair stuck to the cunt goo, my mother's cunt sauce, on the dick stalk. I gagged, and Jake laughed at me.
"If you puke, you will have to lick that up too."
The dick was so fucking big in front of my face. I couldn’t believe it. It truly was as thick as a Coke can. I stuck out my tongue from my tear stained face. It seems like I had been crying for a week straight. My tongue touched the plum-sized head of Jake's big dick. Some cunt slop stuck to my tongue and made a string from the cock to my mouth. I licked. My mouth became covered with pussy juice. Fuck, I didn't even like going down on teenage cunt. It was gross to me and so this was unbearable. My own mother's cunt juice, it coated my tongue and glistened on my lips. It trickled down my throat slowly. Jake's cum was mixed in with her cunt slime so it was a thick, mucous mixture. It smelled terrible and tasted worse. Jake stood there with his hands on his hips, his muscular body looking beautiful in the late afternoon light. He was the perfect jock. He had everything going for him including the world's most beautiful cock and balls.
"Lick my nuts too. Lots of cunt slop dripped down onto my fuck sack."
I licked the big nuts in the wrinkled skin sack. I lifted the nuts, swirling my tongue around to scoop up the clinging droplets of cunt juice off his ball hairs.
"Man, Kyle, you’re great...first class. Chicks don't clean a guy worth shit after you fuck them. You think they'd be grateful, but they wrinkle their noses like it's gross or something. Shit, it's their cunt juice. They got the fucking dick dirty. I'm going to use you to clean me after every fuck from now on."
His dick was hard again, and standing up, almost slapping his chest. Jesus, it was big and thick. He smiled down at me and ruffled my hair.
"Now listen, you go back to your room and wait on your bed. I am going to go fuck your mother in the asshole, and then I'll come see you, and guess what? You can clean my prick again!"
His laughter rang through the house.
I lay on my bed, my entire body shaking with fear. I could taste Jake's sperm and my mother's cunt juice in my mouth. I wanted to run away. To just keep running forever, but where would I go? What could I do at fifteen years of age? What about my mom? She had fallen under Jake's spell like so many other females, and I had to admit that I had somewhat fallen under his spell too. What was it about him? It wasn't just his humongous dick. Yeah, sure, he had the most beautiful prick any girl had ever seen, but his magic, his charisma, the power he held over people. I remembered reading in my history book that certain world leaders had had this charisma, the ability to control people, to dominate, and lead them. I curled my toes and cursed my position and myself, but I noticed that my cock was painfully swollen and thick in its cage. Was I turning into a faggot? Was I starting to respond to this abuse? What was happening to my body and my mind? I could hear noises now coming from my mother's bedroom. Jake was screaming at the top of his lungs.
"Take it, you fucking bitch! Take my thick prick up your asshole, you fucked out slut!"
I thought of my mom and how good she had been to me. I thought of how she had gone without love and companionship and how hard she had worked to give me a good life. She too has sexual needs, but why this? Then I heard her screaming and grunting like a fucking pig.
"Oh God, Jake, it's too big…it's too big! For God's sake, take it out. Jake, please stop. It's too big!"
Jake the high school jock was fucking my mother in the ass! As I listened, I felt my dick try to get hard again. What the fuck was happening. My prick grew and thickened in the cock cage. What kind of fifteen-year-old boy tries to get a boner listening to his mother being fucked? I started to cry, but my dick just tried to get harder.
The bedroom door abruptly opened, and Jake stood there, bare-ass naked, his muscular body covered with sweat. His hair was wet, and his face looked red from the exertion of the fuck. His huge prick stood out from his groin, two thirds hard, just drooping a bit after the ass fuck. Cum ran from his pisshole in a long string toward the floor, and the shaft and the head of the prick were smeared with ass slime and some shit streaks.
"Oh, the little faggot got turned on hearing me ass fuck his mommy, didn't he?"
He sneered, and walked toward the bed, his fat prick swaying and bobbing and his pendulous balls swinging. I couldn't take my eyes off the huge hunk of fuckmeat.
"Come on, Kyle, you know what I want now. I want a nice clean dick. Look, your mommy got it all dirty with her ass slime and shit. That's not very nice of the fucking cunt, so why not help mommy out. Lick my big, juicy dick all clean, like a good, little, faggot boy."
I crawled back on my bed to the wall scrambling to get away from him, but my eyes never left the fat fuck hose.
"Jake, don't make me do this. This is so sick, so gross. Please, don't make me do this. Please…"
"You'll get used to it, Kyle. I decided I am going to fuck your mommy pregnant. I won't let her have any more dick unless she goes off the pill and continues to let me fuck her bareback. Then, each and every time I fuck her, you get to slurp up the slop. You know, I also love a good ass fuck. So many girls at the high school complain about being fucked in the ass, I'll never know why. Anyway, your mommy needs my prick so badly that she is willing to do almost anything to get it."
He laughed, and the muscles in his chest moved, his brown tits rose and fell, his tight jock stomach rippled, his groin thrust out, and his thick teenage cock bounced and twitched, and I swear started to get hard again. He put one big naked foot up on the bed spreading his legs so that his low hanging balls swung. His brown streaked dick glistened, and I could smell my own mother's ass on it. I felt sick, terribly sick, to my stomach.
"I am begging you, Jake, for the love of God, please don’t do this to me!"
"And I am telling, you to get that tongue of yours out of your mouth and lick this cunt stuffer clean!"
Think of my position! I was about to become the cock cleaner for the teenage boy fucking my mother in the ass! I briefly wondered how many other mothers in the community he had fucked. The guys on the sports teams were always bragging how the moms were after their dicks and how much middle aged frustrated housewife pussy they scored.
Jake reached out one large hand and grabbed my head pulling me toward his throbbing, stinking prick. I started to gag just from being near the ass slime streaks. I had never done anything so gross in my whole fifteen years.
"First, just lick the shit off of it. You can suck the whole thing clean after."
His hand was strong and unrelenting. He pulled me closer and closer to his cock. He had regained a full erection again. The cock bobbed and swung as he moved his hips. He was so fucking handsome. He yanked my hair.
"Open your mouth and start licking my dirty dick!"
The smell was horrible. I stuck out my tongue and touched the filthy ass slime on Jake’s beautiful, pink prick. Some of the slime stuck to my tongue. I gagged and received a slap on the back of my head. I licked and scooped some of my mother's ass sauce up onto my tongue. I was a fucking animal, that's what I was. That's what I had become, nothing but a fucking animal. I licked the thick dick shaft while Jake encouraged me softly.
"That's a good faggot. Lick up mommy's shit. Lick her shit off my dick. Lick that ass slime off my balls too. You like that, don't you? You like licking my big dick, and balls. Doesn't that taste good, faggot? Lick all that ass slime off my cock and nuts. Now, take the prick in your mouth and suck, suck my cock. Suck my cock clean, you mother sucking faggot!”
He started to fuck my face with his big dick. It was so huge that I choked. The taste of the cock turned from ass slime to cock snot and spit. I sucked harder as he forced his prick down into my throat.
"SUCK MY BIG COCK, YOU FUCKING FAGGOT BOY!"
He screamed at the top of his lungs, and I was sure my mother, in her room, heard it. Now, she would know. She would know what Jake had done to me. His huge cock knob stretched my throat muscles. I felt my face buried in his pubic bush. I felt his balls under my chin. He was such a fucking stud. He was all man, all stud — a fucking male animal in need of releasing his fuck seed. He pressed my head into his groin and arched his back as I put my hands around ass cheeks. I grabbed the warm and moist, rock hard mounds. He grunted and splattered the inside of my throat with scalding hot fuck slop. Gallons of cum clogged my throat and bloated my cheeks. I even snorted some out my nose. How could a teenage boy have that much fucking cum?
Then it was over. He pulled out, wiped his dick on my pillowcase, turned, and without a word walked from the room. I hoped and prayed that the humiliation and torture were finally over. He had done terrible damage to both my mother and me. However, I was to learn that the horror was only starting. Jake and his friends had a lot more "fun" planned for me. I lay on the bed, and sobbed, my dick was agonizingly swollen in its cage.
My mother and I avoided each other all night. We each went down to the kitchen to get a bit of food when we knew the other was not around. I knew how awful she must feel, and somehow I wanted to comfort her but couldn't.
My prick was hurting because I had developed a hard-on, and with the cock cage on, it couldn't grow, so it bent painfully in the metal trap. I was in agony most of the night. Finally, I fell asleep and had fitful dreams.
I awoke to the sound of my mother being fucked again, so I knew who was in the house. My God, he must have slammed it into her hard, because I could feel the thumping and hear her moans all the way in my room. My prick was swollen with a morning piss hard, and the pain in the cock cage was unbearable. Just as I was about to go into my bathroom to piss, the bedroom door opened, and Kyle, bare-ass naked, and beautiful as usual sauntered in with his swollen prick all slick with pussy juice.
"Breakfast time..." he said laughing
He was humping his hips, so the big, slick dick bounced. He grabbed me by the neck and threw me to my knees. Before I could protest, I had his thick, stinking prick in my face. I licked my mother's cunt slime from the swollen cock. He then dragged me to my feet.
"Come on, Asswipe, we’re late for school."
"Please, Kyle, I gotta piss. My dick really hurts in this cage..."
"Too bad. There's not enough time. We need to meet Skeeter and the boys in the locker room before classes."
"I have to piss so badly I can't stand it. Do you want me to piss in your car?"
I was almost crying.
"You do, and you will regret it until the day you die. Now get some jeans on, and let’s get cracking."
He didn't like the jeans I first picked. They were too loose. He made me wear a pair where the cock cage clearly showed. I put on an old tee shirt, and then Jake took out his knife and cut the bottom of it off, so my bare stomach showed like I was some kind of faggot slut or something. He told me to put on sandals instead of shoes, and then he dragged me out of my room and down the hall. I didn't want to face my mother, but Kyle swung open her bedroom door to reveal her lying naked on her bed. Her mouth opened, and she threw a hand across her pussy when she saw me.
"Gotta go to school, bitch. See you later. Don't dildo your cunt too much thinking about me."
Before she could say or do anything, he closed the door and dragged me downstairs. He went into the kitchen and threw open the fridge door. He took out a can of Redi-whip and sprayed a huge glob of cream onto one hand. Then he held my head with one hand.
"Open..." he said.
I opened my mouth. He put the hand with the cream up to his face, and honked gobs of spit onto the cream and shoved the fingers into my mouth.
On the way to school, I had to piss so badly I thought I would die.
"Kinda of quiet, what's the matter, Pussy Boy?"
"I gotta piss..."
He smiled that killer smile.
"Aw, too bad, you're just gonna have to learn to hold it." He rubbed his bulging crotch. "God damn, your mother is a good fuck. You ought to try her some time."
At school, he hurried me into the locker room where I was shocked to see Skeeter and six other boys waiting. They had towels around their waists but were otherwise naked.
"Here's the star of our show. Sorry, we're late. Strip off, Cuntface."
I knew it was useless to protest, so I took off my clothes. The guys hooted and hollered when they saw the cock cage. I needed to piss so bad that I was dancing from one naked foot to the other.
"What the fuck is that, some kind of faggot dance?" Skeeter asked his teenage hard on pushing out the front of his towel.
"The poor cunt has to piss. Okay, Kyle, you can piss. Just take a nice long piss on your clothes there on the floor."
I looked at Jake not believing what he had said.
"You want me to piss on my clothes?"
He nodded, rubbing his big dick through his jeans.
"You heard me."
"But what will I wear to my classes?"
"Your wet, pissy clothes. Just tell everyone you had a little accident."
The protest was indeed useless, his big hand shot out, and he slapped me like I was his bitch.
"Do it, Fuckboy!"
And so, my head hanging with shame, I pissed on my own clothing. My dick encased in the cock cage sent the piss spray every which way. The guys roared with laughter and high fived each other.
When I had finished, Jake decided it was time to punish me for my lack of respect the last few days. He told each of the guys they would get to whack my ass fifteen times with a belt. My globes would be raw by the time they finished.
Each boy got to ass whip me in whatever position he wanted. Some had me bend over and grab the bench, legs spread, while they slammed the belt across my cheeks. I sobbed and begged for mercy. I was reduced to a helpless cunt.
Jake made sure with his whacks that the belt snapped against the back of my nuts, sending me to the floor in agony. The guys thought it was hysterically funny. They stomped around on bare feet, towels flapping up to reveal throbbing teenage hard-ons. Why is okay for straight guys to get hard-ons when they abuse and work over a faggot? Why isn’t that considered queer, I wonder?
When it was Skeeter's turn, he put me over his lap, doubled up the belt, and really gave my ass a work over. My ass was now red and raw with the skin broken in places. I was a sobbing mess. Jake liked Skeeter's style so much, he allowed him ten extra ass thwacks.
By now, I was balling like a baby, and a dozen or so other boys had gathered around in the locker room to watch the fun. Then Jake made me lie on the bench and open my mouth and had each of the boys deposit a huge gob of spit into my mouth. When my mouth was filled with teen boy spit, I was made to gargle it before swallowing.
It was almost time for class, so five of the boys jerked off on my face, and hair, covering me with cock slime. Jake refused to allow me to wipe it off. He made me get dressed in my piss soaked clothing, which stank to high heaven. When the bell rang, they pushed me, covered in cock snot and smelling of piss, out into the hallway to go to my first class.
They walked me into the master bedroom. I was naked, of course, as was Jake. The rest of the guys were dressed. I always felt particularly humiliated when I was naked in front of others who were clothed, but Jake, of course, couldn't care less. He was so proud of his swollen horse dick and his tight, smooth jock body that he loved to flaunt. Whenever he went to a public swimming pool or gym, he would strip naked and then make the circuit of the locker room chatting with this dude or that, totally naked. He loved the way other boys and men coveted his amazingly fat, long dick. He certainly had done a number on me. Here I was, a normal fifteen-year-old high school student, and I was under not only the control of Jake and the other senior boys, but I was mesmerized by Jake, his personality, his dominance, his hunky body and his humongous teenage prick and balls. I didn't want to be. I didn't want any part of the sick twisted things they always made me do for their entertainment.
They had removed my cock cage. I'd been forced to wear it for days and days, so my balls were filled with cum, and my dick was rampant. As soon as the cage came off, I sprang one of the most painful hard-ons of my entire young life. I have a pretty good-sized prick for a fifteen-year-old, but in the past few weeks, it seems my fuckmeat had grown tremendously. Just puberty? Or had the torment I had been put through somehow contributed to the growth of my meat? It also seems that my feelings and thoughts swung between two poles — humiliation and lust. I could think of nothing else. The constant sexual humiliation and degradation the guys put me through terrified and sickened me, but at the same time, I had never felt so sexed-up and continuously horny. It was as if the only thing I could think about was dirty, filthy, perverted sex. And Jake and Skeeter and the others were totally at fault.
I should remind you that Jake was fucking my mother. The same sadistic high school jock that was torturing me was fucking my own mother on a regular basis. She was a captive of his thick dick. She had been alone for years, raising me as the perfect mom, sacrificing everything for my well-being. I can only imagine her frustration when Jake sauntered into her life, first as my "friend," which I knew was a fucking lie, and then as a young stud flirting with her, well, she lost it. There are very few females I suppose who would refuse Jake's dick. I can't imagine anyone turning him down. He was just that kind of guy. But my own mother! I am convinced he did it, not because he needed another cunt to stretch, fuck no, he had more cunt than he could deal with, but because he wanted to torture me. The proof? Oh, shit, I am so ashamed to say this. After he fucked her, he would walk into my bedroom and make me lick his dirty dick clean of his cum and her pussy juice. How can a person live with that? How could I ever have a normal or halfway decent life after doing that? And that wasn't the worst. He also made me lick and suck his swollen leaking dick clean after he fucked my mother in the ass! Yes, it was the grossest thing that ever happened to me. It was a living nightmare. So I was totally fucked up, mentally and emotionally at fifteen years of age.
My Mom and I tried to pretend that nothing had changed, but it was no good. She would still smile her beautiful smile at me and run her hands through my mess of hair. She worried about me, I could tell, and she knew that Jake and his jock buddies were doing some pretty nasty things to me, but all of that faded into the distance every time Jake unzipped and took out his constantly needy fuckmeat. He would walk in, and right front of me, he began to maul her breasts in front of me.
"You're mom's got really great tits for an old bag, hasn't she Kyle?" He would say with that nasty leer on his face. He would make her show me her tits. "Remember sucking on those big fat nipples when you were a baby, Kyle?" He would kid and snap, "Into the bedroom cunt, on the bed and spread 'em!" and my mother with a tear in her eye would meekly leave the room.
But the situation got much worse. One night, Jake brought Skeeter over and told my mom she had to let him fuck her too. She argued, cried, begged, sobbed and refused. But as I had learned the hard way, you do not refuse Jake anything! Eventually, I had to listen to the sounds of Skeeter, who was a wild maniac, pounding his prick into my mother. The sounds she made were mixed somewhere between grunts, groans, sobs, and squeals.
When Jake fucked her, she constantly screamed that his dick was too big and he should take it out. Even though he must be stretching her cunt and asshole to meet his demands, still it seemed he really hurt her when he fucked. Skeeter was not as large as Jake, but he still had a pretty fucking huge dick. It was the violence with which they fucked that must have hurt the most, I suspect.
My mom began to look tired and worn out. She spoke less and less to me. After their fuckings, I now had to clean not only Jake's dirty prick off, but Skeeter's as well. According to their banter, my mother was not the only high school mom they were fucking. They often sat, sipping beers comparing cunt, while I knelt on the floor and licked their dicks and sagging ball sacks. Jake was fucking the mother of his supposed steady girlfriend. Skeeter was fucking the little sister of his girlfriend. The more humiliating and degrading the fuck for the victim, the more they seemed to get off on it.
I just considered my life to be over. No, seriously, at fifteen, I felt as if my life was finished. I had some high school jock prick or balls in my mouth most of the time it seemed. I was often sucking off fifteen to twenty boys a day. How could I go on living that way you ask? I suppose we have a capacity to adapt to abuse. I went through my days and nights like a zombie with a cage on my dick and my mouth filled with cock.
Oh, and the humiliation continued as well. Jake and the gang would make me drop my pants at school and show the girls and boys my cock cage. Some mornings they pissed on me, so I smelled like urine all day. They would spit in my drinks and blow their noses in my food. One day after gym class, Jake shoved my head into an unflushed toilet in which some kid had just taken a dump. They roared with laughter when I puked my guts out.
And now, six of them marched me into my mother's bedroom. I was naked with a raging hard-on. To ensure that I did not lose my boner due to fear, Jake had given me two Viagra. My breathing was heavy and irregular. I was scared stiff. My smooth, fifteen-year-old body was covered with a sheen of fear sweat. Jake had one hand on my back, steering me. The grip felt red hot. Jake was also naked, his enormous meat hung half hard and swinging over his pendulous balls. On the bed, my mother lay naked.
"Don't worry about your mom. I gave her some knockout drops. She is out cold. Isn't she pretty? Not bad for a middle-aged sack of shit!" Jake informed me.
The guys all looked at my mother and laughed. I had no idea whether or not Jake had allowed other boys from the school to fuck my mom, and I didn't want to know. Skeeter rubbed his bulging crotch hungrily.
"Now, Kyle, my man, my good buddy, my best friend. I am going to give you the pleasure of licking and sucking my cum from your Mom's freshly fucked cunt!" Jake told me.
Skeeter grinned lecherously. "This is totally twisted, man!" he growled.
My legs gave out, and I collapsed onto the carpet, causing more raucous laughter among the jocks. I cried that I could not, that I would not do such a thing. For my protests, I received not only kicks in my stomach, ass, and nuts, but Jake held a lit cigarette to my nipples until I screamed in pain.
"Think of it this way, Kyle, you've tasted my dick and her cunt for a couple of weeks now, cleaning me off and so on. How bad can this be? You've tasted it all before. And besides, you are doing your mom a service. You don't want her to get pregnant and have my baby, do you? So you'd better climb up on that bed quick and suck that fuck slop out of her fucked pussy."
I remember the evil sparkling glint in his eyes as he said this. Holy shit, he was enjoying this.
"Go on, Kyle, don't make me angry!"
I MUST NEVER MAKE JAKE ANGRY. I had learned that. I had learned that the hard way. The boys had dragged me to the garage one day when Jake was angry with me and driven nails through my hands and feet. They had driven small nails through my ball sack and fixed it to a wooden board. At fifteen, I was not a happy camper.
So, after much sniffling from me and snickering from the boys, I crawled up onto the bed between my mother's legs. If I put the fact that she was my own dear mother out of my head, I must say she had a damned attractive cunt. Jake had made her shave off her cunt hair, so the swollen, often fucked lips were bare and youthful looking. I had come out of that cunt. I don't know if my mom had a naturally large, swollen clit or if Jake had been working on it. He bragged about he loved to stretch a girl's clit until it was permanently all out of shape. I could smell his cum and her pussy slop. I could see the glistening cum clotting her cunt slit. Jake grabbed me by the hair.
"Oh yeah, and Fuckface, if you dare to puke again, I swear to God, you will eat the vomit and shit of every dude here!"
I could smell his jock sweat. I could feel his power. And so I sucked my own mother's cunt. In retrospect, considering the other things they made me do, it was not so bad, not so bad at all. But at the time, I wanted to die. And the worst part was that my own dick was stiff and red and leaking pre-fuck the whole time. My body shook so terribly that they had to literally hold me as Jake forced my face down to my Mom's cunt. I was going to lick up Jake's sperm. Lick it from the just fucked pussy of my own mother.
"Oh yeah," Skeeter laughed, " I fucked her too, so there is some of my baby batter in there as well!"
All the guys laughed at that, and I gagged. Have you ever heard of teenage high school boys being this cruel? Have you ever come across something like this in the whole wide world? I'd read about atrocities committed during wartime, and this was like something out of that dark, twisted world.
My nose touched my Mom's clit. I extended my tongue and began to lick underneath it. There was cum-paste all over her crotch area. It bubbled from her pussy. I'd never known any dude to produce so much fuck slop as Jake, and Skeeter was no slouch either. I swear, he could fill a shot glass to overflowing with one orgasm.
"Look at the faggot's pecker drip. He must really like his mommy," one of the jocks jeered.
They were all rubbing their dicks through their pants now.
"I let Skeeter fuck her first today, so his spooge is deeper than mine. That's my slop bubbling out of her snatch. Go on. Lick, Mother Licker!"
Put me away. Lock me up and put me away. I licked my mother's cunt. I licked my own mother's cunt! I shoved my tongue as deeply as I could up inside to get all of Jake's pecker sauce. I gagged and sputtered but did not puke. I swallowed the cock scum that Jake and Skeeter had deposited in my mom's pussy. My naked body was slick with sweat. My hard dick throbbed and pounded up against my belly. I became delirious. Finally, finally, I finished the horrible task. I looked up at Jake with my mouth hanging slack with his and Skeeter's sperm dangling from my lips in long, thick strings. I looked up at Jake like a penitent searching for a blessing. Jake gave me a blessing.
"Good job, Kyle. I'm proud of you. You are a halfway decent pussy sucker. Always remember, I am your buddy, and I am always here for you. Now, my good friend, only one more thing tonight. Now you have to fuck your mother!"
My world collapsed.
How to Suck Cock
By Kyle Scranton
I am not gay. I love women. I even had a girlfriend before I moved here, however, once you have sucked cock, you will always be a cocksucker. I am a cocksucker. I now know that this oral servitude will bring purpose to my life. Sucking cock is my true calling in life, and I want to be the best cocksucker so horny boys and men will line up just to get their cock sucked by me. So how will I do it? Practice, I have to practice on lots of cocks.
Sucking a man's cock is one of the pure pleasures of life, and the good news is that it is easy to learn how to become a superb cocksucker. I learned that cocksucking is an art and there is more to sucking a cock than just sticking it in my mouth and pulling it back out. Anyone can thrust a cock into my mouth and pull it back out again, but if I want to be the best cocksucking slut out there, I have to work my tongue. Run my tongue up and down the shaft. Slide it right under the head where that little crease is. Outline the cock with my tongue. Spend time on the ultrasensitive pisshole, using my tongue to flick it and stick my tongue right in it. I must look up adoringly into his eyes while sucking his cock, so he knows how much I covet it. He needs to know that his cock is my life and how much I want, desire to give it gratification. I have to remember to show the balls some action too, by massaging and caressing the balls while I suck the cock.
I will start off by reverently kissing the cock before teasing the head with a series of short licks. Then, I open my mouth just slightly making sure my tongue is dripping wet and begin licking at the bottom of the shaft and lick upwards, slowly.
The most significant issue with cocksucking overcoming the gag reflex, which is entirely a mental issue. Once I convince myself that I can do it, I will have overcome a momentous obstacle. I need to concentrate on breathing out of my nose to counter the gag effect from having a huge throbbing cock enter my throat. After defeating the mental obstacle, the next step is to take as much cock in my mouth as I can by taking a deep breath and slowly slide the length of the penis into my mouth and along my tongue until I can accommodate the entire length of it over my tongue and down my throat.
This step is crucial, for no matter how long or how thick the cock is, it must go in balls deep. To do this, I need to slightly tilt my head back and extend the tip of my tongue just past my bottom lip to help flatten the back of my tongue and drop my jaw so that my throat opens nice and wide to allow me to get the cock all the way in balls deep.
While the penis is in my throat, I will not suck. Instead, I will keep my mouth slightly open and rotate my head side to side and in circles while making the "ah" sound. I will do this for several minutes, before sliding my mouth back up to just below the head and use my tongue to tap the ridge on the underside of the cock. I will add just a bit of suction to create that wonderful feeling of thickness while I am working the head. I will flick behind it ever so gently on that sweet spot behind the head and make slow, long circles as I drag my wet tongue all around the head, all while keeping up that little bit of suction.
Next, I go deep again and get my head in on the action while keeping the suction steady as I slowly work my mouth, relaxing my throat, until I have the full length of it in my mouth. I start out by moving my head in a circle, so my tongue remains stationary, and travels circularly around the entire length of a cock. I alternate this with a figure eight done the same way, keeping my head still. To do this I have to pretend to draw a number eight with my nose, and then I start over, but this time I begin slowly moving my head back and forth up his shaft while imagining doing a circle or a figure eight while I move my head ever so teasingly back and forth.
There might be times when it just feels like I have been sucking forever and ever, but it does not matter, my mouth pussy, my face cunt is the only thing allowed to pleasure the cock. Except for pleasuring the balls, my hands will never touch the cock during a sucking session.
Moreover, here is an important tip, I must remember. I cannot take my mouth away when the cock spews, as I have to savor every drop of cum before I swallow. I must keep my mouth over the cock and appreciate every twitch; every throb; every shudder to make sure I get every last bit of cum until the cock begins to soften and then I can slowly pull my head away from the cock and give it a loving kiss.
I have joined the school’'s Suck Patrol Society as a Special Suck Patrol Agent. My job as a Special Suck Patrol Agent is to suck the cocks of any man who asks for the use of my face cunt. This variety of cock will allow me to have lots of cocks to practice on, which will make me a cocksucking champ!
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