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Part Four
>
>
> I was so fucked out by Jake's appearance at my home, so
humiliated, and
> degraded, and turned on lie some kind of fucking animal, I don't
even
> remember half of what he told me. I did remember that I had to
appear in
> front of the swing choir in cut off shorts and a tank top. I knew I
couldnÆt
> get out of it, because I had a sneaking hunch, young Jake would
love nothing
> better than to send me to prison. Think of the laughs. With fear and
> trembling, I took the l clothes with me in a gym bag, and once I got
into
> the choir room I changed into them. I was scared shitless, not only
of the
> boys, but also of getting in serious trouble with the school
administration..
> If any teacher saw me dressed like this, they would call the cops.
> Fortunately, Swing choir met during an activity period and I
was
> pretty much left alone.
> A few minutes before the period started, Jake and two of his
buddies from
> the choir came in.
> "Morning Mr. Cunt!" Jake said, and I almost fainted.
> "Morning Mr. Cunt!" the two other boys said, big smiles on their
teenage
> boy faces. High school boys are of a certain special breed neither
men nor
> boys, fresh faced with bodies not yet fully formed. Yet arrogant and
wild
> and animalistic in some ways, bursting with sexual need all the
time. Just
> the way these three very cute boys hopped about and punched each
other and
> laughed, showed they could hardly contain their sexual energy.
> "Please don't call me that., " I said, trying to keep some of my
dignity
> in my stupid rehearsal clothes.
> "Oh no, you don't," Jake said with a laugh. "I knew you would
fuck
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>
>
> I was so fucked out by Jake's appearance at my home, so
humiliated, and
> degraded, and turned on lie some kind of fucking animal, I don't
even
> remember half of what he told me. I did remember that I had to
appear in
> front of the swing choir in cut off shorts and a tank top. I knew I
couldnÆt
> get out of it, because I had a sneaking hunch, young Jake would
love nothing
> better than to send me to prison. Think of the laughs. With fear and
> trembling, I took the l clothes with me in a gym bag, and once I got
into
> the choir room I changed into them. I was scared shitless, not only
of the
> boys, but also of getting in serious trouble with the school
administration..
> If any teacher saw me dressed like this, they would call the cops.
> Fortunately, Swing choir met during an activity period and I
was
> pretty much left alone.
> A few minutes before the period started, Jake and two of his
buddies from
> the choir came in.
> "Morning Mr. Cunt!" Jake said, and I almost fainted.
> "Morning Mr. Cunt!" the two other boys said, big smiles on their
teenage
> boy faces. High school boys are of a certain special breed neither
men nor
> boys, fresh faced with bodies not yet fully formed. Yet arrogant and
wild
> and animalistic in some ways, bursting with sexual need all the
time. Just
> the way these three very cute boys hopped about and punched each
other and
> laughed, showed they could hardly contain their sexual energy.
> "Please don't call me that., " I said, trying to keep some of my
dignity
> in my stupid rehearsal clothes.
> "Oh no, you don't," Jake said with a laugh. "I knew you would
fuck
> up big time. Your clothes are all wrong. How the fuck can you teach
in
> something so uncomfortable? Come here Mr.Cunt......NOW!"
> I walked over to the young teen with legs like water. Why the fuck
did he
> have this stupid fucking hold on me? He was more handsome than
ever. His
> hair was a mess, and it gave him a wild look. He had on a tight tee
shirt,
> and his pecs pushed at it. I cold see the tips of his nipples.
> He produced a knife and proceeded to cut my already high cut off
jeans
> until they were absolutely obscene. The crotch was so narrow if I
moved
> wrong one ball or the other hung out. I if the dick didnÆt rest
absolutely
> perpendicular, it too would hang out one side or the other. All there
was
> was a thin strip of material coming up from between my legs to the
waist
> band. In the rear, he cut them way up above my ass cheeks. My
globes hung
> out and wobbled as I walked. The only cloth ran in a thin strip up
my crack
> and worked itÆ way into it. Then, he cut two round holes in my tank
top so
> my nipples would show and then cut the bottom off so my entire
stomach was
> naked. Then he cut the waist band button on the jeans off so they
would
> hardly stay closed. Then he ordered me to take off my shoes and
socks.
> That's the way I had to teach the class. And this time there were
girls and
> boys.
> The girls tried not to laugh. They giggled and snickered with each
other,
> but tried not to fall apart. The boys didn't even try to hold back.
They
> roared and pointed and started to call me faggot to each other n ver
loud
> voices. I wanted to cry. I tried to teach a good class, but I felt so
> stupid, and I had to keep holding my cut offs together.
> Three times during the class, Jake raised his hand ever so politely
in
> something so uncomfortable? Come here Mr.Cunt......NOW!"
> I walked over to the young teen with legs like water. Why the fuck
did he
> have this stupid fucking hold on me? He was more handsome than
ever. His
> hair was a mess, and it gave him a wild look. He had on a tight tee
shirt,
> and his pecs pushed at it. I cold see the tips of his nipples.
> He produced a knife and proceeded to cut my already high cut off
jeans
> until they were absolutely obscene. The crotch was so narrow if I
moved
> wrong one ball or the other hung out. I if the dick didnÆt rest
absolutely
> perpendicular, it too would hang out one side or the other. All there
was
> was a thin strip of material coming up from between my legs to the
waist
> band. In the rear, he cut them way up above my ass cheeks. My
globes hung
> out and wobbled as I walked. The only cloth ran in a thin strip up
my crack
> and worked itÆ way into it. Then, he cut two round holes in my tank
top so
> my nipples would show and then cut the bottom off so my entire
stomach was
> naked. Then he cut the waist band button on the jeans off so they
would
> hardly stay closed. Then he ordered me to take off my shoes and
socks.
> That's the way I had to teach the class. And this time there were
girls and
> boys.
> The girls tried not to laugh. They giggled and snickered with each
other,
> but tried not to fall apart. The boys didn't even try to hold back.
They
> roared and pointed and started to call me faggot to each other n ver
loud
> voices. I wanted to cry. I tried to teach a good class, but I felt so
> stupid, and I had to keep holding my cut offs together.
> Three times during the class, Jake raised his hand ever so politely
and
> said, "Excuse me Mr. C....but your balls are hanging out." They
were too.
> Every girl and boy in the choir could see my scrotum. I even heard
some of
> the girls comparing my balls to the sacks of their boyfriends. And
twice, my
> dick fell out and the whole class broke up in laughter. For a few of
the
> younger girls, it was the first time they ever saw a dick, but Jake
assured
> them that if they played their cards right, they could do more than
just see
> his. I realized that to him, all girls were nothing more than just fuck
> holes. And all faggots were probably that too, if not less. It was
one of
> the longest hours of my life. Finally the bell rang and most of the
kids
> left. I turned to see Jake standing with three of his buddies, holding
my
> gym bag and stuffing my clothing inside.
> "I'll take that please." I said, reaching out for the bag.
> "You know Mr. Cunt, I don't like your attitude. You are far too
arrogant
> and you donÆt show us any respect. I think you need to be taught a
lesson."
> "Please, Jake, wasn't this enough?"
> He pouted with his cute young punky teen lips and squinted his
sparkling
> eyes at me. He ran a hand through his hair and thought and
thought. "Ugh
> ugh, I don't think it is enough. You donÆt respect me. Here, this is
my
> stinking dirty smelly ball sweat soaked jock strap from gym that I
have not
> washed in a month. Suck on it."
> "Not in front of your friends, Jake...I...."
> "My friends know all about what a complete fuckhole faggot you
are. Now
> Do it!"
> I put the wet stinking jock strap to my mouth and began to suck
on the
> cockpouch. It did stink like his cock and balls, and it tasted like his
> dick. I started to get hard. I fucking can't help it. I know what you
> said, "Excuse me Mr. C....but your balls are hanging out." They
were too.
> Every girl and boy in the choir could see my scrotum. I even heard
some of
> the girls comparing my balls to the sacks of their boyfriends. And
twice, my
> dick fell out and the whole class broke up in laughter. For a few of
the
> younger girls, it was the first time they ever saw a dick, but Jake
assured
> them that if they played their cards right, they could do more than
just see
> his. I realized that to him, all girls were nothing more than just fuck
> holes. And all faggots were probably that too, if not less. It was
one of
> the longest hours of my life. Finally the bell rang and most of the
kids
> left. I turned to see Jake standing with three of his buddies, holding
my
> gym bag and stuffing my clothing inside.
> "I'll take that please." I said, reaching out for the bag.
> "You know Mr. Cunt, I don't like your attitude. You are far too
arrogant
> and you donÆt show us any respect. I think you need to be taught a
lesson."
> "Please, Jake, wasn't this enough?"
> He pouted with his cute young punky teen lips and squinted his
sparkling
> eyes at me. He ran a hand through his hair and thought and
thought. "Ugh
> ugh, I don't think it is enough. You donÆt respect me. Here, this is
my
> stinking dirty smelly ball sweat soaked jock strap from gym that I
have not
> washed in a month. Suck on it."
> "Not in front of your friends, Jake...I...."
> "My friends know all about what a complete fuckhole faggot you
are. Now
> Do it!"
> I put the wet stinking jock strap to my mouth and began to suck
on the
> cockpouch. It did stink like his cock and balls, and it tasted like his
> dick. I started to get hard. I fucking can't help it. I know what you
must
> think of me. He just has that effect on me.
> "Shove more of that prick pouch into your mouth and suck real
hard...suck
> all the ball sweat out. ThereÆs nut sweat for a month, some piss,
and some
> dick leakage. You love the taste of my sweaty dick don't you?"
> think of me. He just has that effect on me.
> "Shove more of that prick pouch into your mouth and suck real
hard...suck
> all the ball sweat out. ThereÆs nut sweat for a month, some piss,
and some
> dick leakage. You love the taste of my sweaty dick don't you?"
Jake hooked
> his thumbs into the pockets of his pants and laughed. His buddies
laughed
> too.
> "ThatÆs the most disgusting thing I ever saw. Shit, the faggot is
> actually sucking on Jake's dirty jockstrap like it was the most
delicious
> thing in the world. HeÆs sucking out piss and pre-fuck and scrotum
stink."
> "And look, his faggot prick is getting hard." I couldn't hide it with
> those shorts. It stuck right out through the skimpy crotch area. My
fucking
> hard on, all red and throbbing because I was sucking on this cruel
teenage
> boy's filthy fuckmeat strap. The pouch area was actually stiff with
cock
> leak and piss.
> "That's not his cock, fellas, " Jake said with that killer smile of
his..
> "That's her clit! That's your clit, isn't it, Miss Cunt? Tell my buddies
> it's your clit."
> "Thaaath my clit...." I said sucking on the jock strap, spit
dripping
> from my chin, hanging in strings mixed with spooge leak. If only
these boys
> weren't so fucking cute, but they were gorgeous, healthy, muscular,
lean
> limbed teenage boys. One with a small spray of boy freckles over his
pug
> nose and ginger colored hair. Another with a finely chiseled blond
head and
> face and piercing blue eyes. He kept tugging at the lump in his
jeans.
> Straight boys. Boys who fucked girls. Boys who hated fags.
> "Look how hard her clit is, " Jake reached out and snapped my
> dickhead with his fingers. I started to cry from humiliation, and
they
> laughed harder than ever. "We'd love to play like this all day, Miss
Cunt,
> but we have other classes to attend. ItÆs time for you to go home. I
want
> to use your car later, to pick up my fuck date. And remember, I
don't want
> you around your apartment until midnight. You can go to the mall or
to the
> park. Here is money for the bus."
> I hung my head and sniffed back a tear. If only my fucking
dick
> would go down. I reached out for my bag, but he pulled it away.
"We'd love to play like this all day, Miss
Cunt,
> but we have other classes to attend. ItÆs time for you to go home. I
want
> to use your car later, to pick up my fuck date. And remember, I
don't want
> you around your apartment until midnight. You can go to the mall or
to the
> park. Here is money for the bus."
> I hung my head and sniffed back a tear. If only my fucking
dick
> would go down. I reached out for my bag, but he pulled it away.
> "Ugh ugh! You are going out...dressed like that."
> I blew my stack then. I finally lost it. Humiliation overcame
lust.
> "Give me my fucking bag! You can't expect me to wander around
the city
> until midnight dressed like this. It's thirty degrees outside. Its
fucking
> winter! How can I walk around with no shoes and socks...no
pants...this is
> fucking crazy......"
> He brought up his knee and caught me right in the nuts. I
crumpled
> to the floor in horrible pain. "You will go however we say you will
go. You
> will do whatever we fucking say you will do!" He spit on my face.
His
> buddies coughed up hawkers and spit on my face too. Teenage boy
spit does
> not smell good, but it fucking turned me on. Christ I don't know
why. "Drag
> the cunthole into the bathroom," Jake said and walked ahead. My
eyes were
> rooted to his wonderful ass. His globes rose and fell in his tight
trousers..
> They dragged me into the bathroom at the rear of the choir
room.
> There, Jake hauled out his gorgeous teen boy dick and pissed all
over me.
> On my tank top, on my body, on my face! His piss smelled strong
and was dark
> yellow, as if he had eaten asparagus for lunch. "Because you can't
seem to
> learn to behave, now you will have to wander around dressed like
that and
> stinking of piss. Maybe this will teach you a lesson.ö
> The other boys pissed on me too. They hauled out their dicks, one
more
> beautiful than the next, healthy rosy teen cocks, and they let loose
with
> sprays of piss from their teenage pissholes. I curled up in a little
ball
> and sobbed.
> "Oh shit, he fucking gave me a boner," Jake moaned. "Haul her
> facecunt up here will you?" The other guys didn't like touching me
covered
> with piss, but the did want to continue being a part of Jake's games,
so
> they complied, holding me up by my piss dripping armpits. Jake
yanked on my
> pisssoaked hair. "Open that fucking cunt,, Bitch!"
> I opened my mouth and Jake stuck his big thick dick in and rammed
it down
> into my throat. I was so out of it, I couldn't even really enjoy the
smell
> and taste of his prick.
> "From now on you do exactly as we say, no arguments, no
talking back.
> And you do it instantly. Got that Cumwad?" I tried to answer with
his huge
> teen dick stretching my throat. I also tried to breath. His big loose
balls
> slammed against my chin, my face was rammed into his pubic bush.
that and
> stinking of piss. Maybe this will teach you a lesson.ö
> The other boys pissed on me too. They hauled out their dicks, one
more
> beautiful than the next, healthy rosy teen cocks, and they let loose
with
> sprays of piss from their teenage pissholes. I curled up in a little
ball
> and sobbed.
> "Oh shit, he fucking gave me a boner," Jake moaned. "Haul her
> facecunt up here will you?" The other guys didn't like touching me
covered
> with piss, but the did want to continue being a part of Jake's games,
so
> they complied, holding me up by my piss dripping armpits. Jake
yanked on my
> pisssoaked hair. "Open that fucking cunt,, Bitch!"
> I opened my mouth and Jake stuck his big thick dick in and rammed
it down
> into my throat. I was so out of it, I couldn't even really enjoy the
smell
> and taste of his prick.
> "From now on you do exactly as we say, no arguments, no
talking back.
> And you do it instantly. Got that Cumwad?" I tried to answer with
his huge
> teen dick stretching my throat. I also tried to breath. His big loose
balls
> slammed against my chin, my face was rammed into his pubic bush.
I was
> nothing but a fucking dick drain to a teenage boy. No more than his
cumrag
> under the mattress. "Oh fuck it, I'm going to be late for fucking
math
> class." he said, as he shot a huge load of gloppy cock cream down
my throat..
> I don't know how he produced so fucking much cum.
> "I don't want the scumbag grabbing a choir robe or anything, so
throw her
> out the back firedoor. And Mr. or Miss Cunt, make sure you are
walking
> around Mayfair Mall at four o'clock. Some of us are going to stop by
to make
> sure you have not covered up your pretty clit and pussy. Not that
you could
> with those shorts." The boys roared and spit in my piss stinking face
again..
> They threw me outside into the cold late morning air and tossed
some bus
> fare change after me. I was barefoot, with my ass hanging out of
my cut
> offs. In front, if I moved wrong one nut or the other slipped out, and
my
> dickhead would flop out if I wasn't careful how I walked. My naked
nipples
> grew pebble hard. It was fucking freezing. I was walking the two
blocks to
> the bus stop, wishing I were dead, when a car pulled up with three
black
> boys in it.
> "Hey Pussy, want a ride?" One of the them said through the
rolled down
> window, a big white toothed smile on his handsome dark face.
> "No thank you, I'm fine," I said trying not to look at them.
> "If you know what's good for you and you wanna keep them balls,
you will
> get in this fucking car now!"
> I got in the car.
pussy. Not that
you could
> with those shorts." The boys roared and spit in my piss stinking face
again..
> They threw me outside into the cold late morning air and tossed
some bus
> fare change after me. I was barefoot, with my ass hanging out of
my cut
> offs. In front, if I moved wrong one nut or the other slipped out, and
my
> dickhead would flop out if I wasn't careful how I walked. My naked
nipples
> grew pebble hard. It was fucking freezing. I was walking the two
blocks to
> the bus stop, wishing I were dead, when a car pulled up with three
black
> boys in it.
> "Hey Pussy, want a ride?" One of the them said through the
rolled down
> window, a big white toothed smile on his handsome dark face.
> "No thank you, I'm fine," I said trying not to look at them.
> "If you know what's good for you and you wanna keep them balls,
you will
> get in this fucking car now!"
> I got in the car.
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