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

couldnĆt

> 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

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rt 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

couldnĆt

> 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 didnĆt 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 itĆ 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 didnĆt 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 itĆ 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 donĆt 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 donĆt 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 donĆt 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 donĆt 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. ThereĆs 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. ThereĆs 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.

> "ThatĆs 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. HeĆs 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. ItĆs 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. ItĆs 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.