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Lee stood
in front of Justin’s face, his cock inches from his mouth. Justin knelled there
in trepidation, unable to comprehend what had just happened. He was at his new
school and on the first day he was being used as a pussy fuck toy, for other
student’s satisfaction. He felt completely humiliated, and who wouldn’t in this
predicament. He looked up at Lee’s cock and the daunting prospect of having to
suck it; it was so big he thought. Much bigger than his cock, the thick organ
was so hard that the veins could be seen almost popping out at the side. The
bulbous purple head was two inches thick and a clear solution of pre cum oozed
from the opening.
“Well
fucking get to work on my cock, you fucking slut” screamed Lee
“Erm…..yeah….please
don’t make me do this Lee” murmured Justin in a futile attempt to get himself
out of the situation
“Your going
to suck my cock, because if you don’t I’m going to do something to you! I don’t
know what that is because everyone has always done what I said” Shouted Lee in
an authorative tone.
Lee grabbed
the back of Justin’s head and grabbed hold of his ears, forcing him forward.
Josh
positioned himself behind Justin preventing him escape or any thing else he
might try.
“Look
Justin there’s no where to go, it’s just you and us, more to the point you and
our cocks” said Josh
The two
chuckled to each other; Justin just sat there in submission awaiting his
demeaning task.
Justin
realised he had to do this, and moved his mouth in tongue touching distance of
Lee’s cock.
“Yeah that’s
it bitch, keep going” said Lee
Justin
clasped his petite pussy boy lips round the head of Lee’s cock. He did a
swirling motion of his tongue over the head of the cock, going clock wise. As
Justin was moving his tongue over the head he felt the old crusty cum, that had
dried up and deposited on the sides of his cock, it was fucking disgusting he
thought. Though that wasn’t what scared him most, the size of Lee’s cock was
what scared him.
“Ummm
that’s good bitch, but fucking suck it like a proper little whore go right
down, moving your mouth in and out” said Lee
Justin
decided there was no return from this humiliating dominance, so he moved his
mouth further in like Lee had instructed. He felt the cock nearing the back of
his throat, and was starting to feel his gag reflex setting in. Though he
didn’t gag, for he wasn’t prepared to face the consequences. It was then that
Lee thought that enough was enough. He thrust his cock in and out of Justin’s
mouth, face fucking him, to the point were Justin was making pathetic gag
noises. Lee carried on, moving his cock in and out, until eventually a loud
grunt escaped Lee’s throat, and he was on the brink of ejaculation.
“Yeah
bitch, you’re going to swallow every last bit of cum that I release, you hear
me?”
Lee then
released a thick gooey stream of teenage cum. Justin began swallowing the
filthy Liquid, though more just kept coming, and Lee wasn’t stopping. His
relentless face fucking of Justin really turned him on, and his big manly
balls, kept pumping more and more cum into Justin’s mouth and down his throat.
Eventually he stopped and pulled his now flaccid cock from Justin’s mouth. He
slapped his cock back and forth in Justin’s face making sure extra droplets of
cum splattered over the boys face.
Lee put his
cock, back into his gym shorts. Justin meanwhile had fallen down on the floor;
all curled up like a little baby. He was sobbing quietly, then it dawned on
him, this was only the beginning, he had six gruelling months of this, and he
was already at the point of no return. Well unless he wanted his family and
friends to see, that video caption that Hank possessed.
Lee and
Josh began laughing, and taunting Justin. The each kicked him in the ass a few
times, and josh made sure he got one in his balls; well it wasn’t hard to miss
when the boy was wearing a pink girly skin tight thong.
“You
listening boy, every fucking day, you’ll be giving us one of those, and if you
think where gong to stop there you can think again. There are other holes on
your pathetic little body, which can be used too”.
Justin
froze momentarily, and realised even an idiot knew what that meant.
“Now get up
you stupid slut, were going out for Hockey now, and we wouldn’t want to miss
that now would we Josh?”
The boys
grinned at each other; Justin by now had risen to his feet. He was trembling
and tears were streaming own his face. Josh grabbed his neck from behind and
ordered him to walk out of the changing rooms. Justin protested but the man
power of Lee and Josh combined was too much. He was going to have to face a
lesson of field hockey, in a pink G-string, worst still in front of the other
students, and Mr Williams.
The three
boys walked out of the changing rooms, Josh still clutching Justin’s neck
tightly. They proceeded out of the double doors and into the main yard. It was
then when reality really set in for Justin. He looked down to his small package
beneath his G-string, and it dawned on him how utterly embarrassing this whole
situation was.
“Eyes
forward and walk properly, remove your hands from your cock, and put them by
your side, I don’t want to see them move from there again do you understand?”
In the
diminishing situation that Justin was in, he had done what any person would do.
He held both hands tightly around his balls and cock, in an attempt to hide his
embarrassment. This just drew more attention to his naked body, and to be
honest there was no point trying to hide his small package, as he was basically
naked anyway. They continued walking through the yard, and out onto the main
field. Josh decided a little fun was in order. He rubbed his hands on the back
of Justin’s bum cheeks, and teased him by pulling the string in and out. He
then used two fingers on his left hand to probe the inside of Justin’s ass. He
massaged and worked his fingers in and out pushing as far in as he could go.
“This is
just a taster of what you’ll be receiving in the future Justin. Just remember
that these are my fingers, Imagine what it’s going to feel like when the whole
class is gangbanging you. One after the other, your mouth and ass at the same
time getting rammed” said Josh
This was
the first time something had entered Justin’s ass, and he didn’t like it, not
one bit. He let out a helpless squeal.
“Listen to
the bitch squeal Lee” uttered Josh
“Yeah there
going to be screams when we take your ass” said Lee
Josh
removed his fingers, and the three of them were nearing the field. Justin could
see about ten boys playing five a side Hockey, and Mr Williams giving
instructions. They all saw the boys approaching, and stopped in unison to
stare. Each boy burst out laughing, and some of them shouting slurs at Justin.
“Now listen
up boys, who’s up for teaching him a lesson” shouted Hank
“Yeah
definitely Sir, though what’s your plan?” one boy shouted
“Well boys,
what are you holding in your hands” said Hank
Each boy
looked down, to what they were holding. Wasn’t it obvious to them Hank thought,
they each held a one metre length metal hockey stick. The bottom consisted of a
paddle, which would be most perfect for smacking a boy’s ass. Yes, Hank thought
to himself a ripe, teenage boy’s ass for the taking. His fresh sensitive
buttocks, perfect for a good old fashion throttling.
Each boy
looked up, and looked around at there class mates. A devilish grin painting
there faces. By now Justin was within three metres of the rest of the class.
The harsh wintry cold, made him shake, goose pimples had risen on his body.
Josh still had his hand firmly gripped around Justin’s throat, and there was no
possibility of escape.
“Ah Justin
I’m glad you came to join us, we’ve just been having a little spot of field
hockey. I’m sure some of the boys could use a little variation to take out
there pent up anger, presumably you. Now first things first, I have decided
that we shall play a little game to warm things up. The game consists of a
little mini-run. All of you will be given a fair chance, to complete the
exercise and the boy who finishes in last place will suffer the consequences.”
Hank and
the rest of the boys all looked in the direction of Justin, each of them giving
a sly grin. Justin could feel a tear building up in his eyes, though he managed
to keep back his emotions, he didn’t want to be humiliated, if that was even
possible. He knew very well that there would be some sort of altercation with
the race, to prevent him from finishing any thing but last. Some of the other
boys were grinning at Justin, which just made him feel worse about himself.
“Ok boys
the race will start on my command. You will do two laps of the field and the
last one back; will as I have already said face punishment. Ok positions in
place and prepare your selves.”
All the
boys, including Justin got ready on the starting line. Justin was trembling and
knew whatever happened he was going to succumb to punishment.
“On your
marks, get set go” shouted Hank
The whistle
blew and the boys set off, Justin knew he was only a moderately good runner, so
he had the chance to prevent coming last. One of the boys that were directly
behind him, yanked up his G-string, some of the other boys laughed but carried
on, intent on not losing the race. It was then though that as Justin was raring
to sprint off, that two boys in front of him each stepped out. A leg on either
side, Justin knew some thing like this was coming but was unable to prevent it,
for he was going to fast. He tripped up and landed face first in a pile of mud,
his ass up turned in the air. The two boys behind him carried on past, each one
giving him a good kicking in the ass. Justin felt diminished, and most of all
victimised. He gave up hope there was no point in trying to win the race it was
over. By now all the other boys were nearing three quarters of the way into the
first lap.
He rose to
his feet and put a steady jog on; he also had to rearrange his G-string. It was
wedged so far up his ass that the front of his package looked like the
genitalia of a small child. He began sprinting off, but it was to late the
other boys were already catching up. He looked over to Mr Williams, he had his
arms folded and a he was sniggering. Justin could almost make out what he was
thinking; well he knew exactly what he was thinking.
He carried
on jogging, not realising that the other boys were coming up behind him. Though
this time they did not feel the need to push Justin over, he was going to lose
the race not them. One cheeky boy though did give Justin a firm slap on the
ass, and carried on running past him. He turned around and shouted at him.
“Hope you
like that Justin, there’s plenty more to come”
What did he
mean by that he thought; a slap on the ass? There’s plenty more to come? Oh no,
it dawned home they were going to spank his ass raw, and with those hockey
sticks. Yes those blunt, harsh, metal hockey sticks. He gulped in fear. With
all that thinking he had forgotten the race and where he was. He looked up
ahead and realised he was at the end of the line, the finish line. Quite
ironic, the finish line should be the rest time, Justin’s time had only just
begun.
The rest of
the boys stood there each one wielding there hockey sticks in hand, Mr Williams
still stood there with his arms folded.
“Ahhh,
Justin I see you’ve come in last place, and you know what that means? Now get
the fuck over there on the floor and lie down, how should we make him lay Lee?”
“Down on
the floor, like a fucking dog, better still in doggy style position, you
fucking hear that Justin, you’re nothing more than a worthless dog”.
And, by god
I am going to relieve some satisfaction in beating you. The other lads began to
chuckle at Lee’s comments. He looked Justin in the eye, Justin stared back and
began crying uncontrollably, the situation had got the better of him, and he
couldn’t take it any more. Tears streamed down his face and he sobbed into his
hands. Justin thought for one second that maybe they would feel sympathy for
him and maybe show some element of compassion. That wasn’t the case though;
instead Hank stomped over to Justin.
He picked
him up by his arms, and thrust him over his shoulders, so his head was vertical
to the floor behind Hank’s back. Hank proceeded to walk down the length of the
field the other boys followed behind; he began whispering in Justin’s ear.
“Think, you
can cry in front of me, boy and get away with it. You worthless piece of shit,
who the fucking hell do you think you are? Well I know what you are, my little
cum receptor, and me and my son’s are going to have a private rendezvous with
you soon, very soon. In fact one day I may even decide to take you as my very
own slave, you don’t believe me? I’ve done it before to other boys, and I don’t
believe you would want to know where they are now? Would you?
Hank
grabbed the boys’ balls grabbing tightly around them. Justin shrieked in pain
and more tears streamed down his face.
“now you
better take your beating like a bitch, your ass is going to be so red, by the
end of the lesson that I doubt you will be able to sit down for a month” said
hank
“You going
to take it like a good bitch?.........well?”
“Yes Sir”
replied Justin.
Hank had
gotten to his desired place, perfect for a good spanking. They were situated at
the far end of the football field now, just the rest of the boys and Justin.
They were perfectly secluded, no one to interrupt.
“Now get on
the floor, doggy as my son instructed”
All the
boys surrounded Hank, Justin stood in front of them quivering like a worthless
bitch. Everything went silent; Justin continued to stand there, unwilling to
bow down to Hank’s orders.
“Oh I have
had enough of this” shouted Hank
He ran up
behind the boy Justin unaware and kicked him onto the floor. Now Hank Williams
was a big man, an ex marine corporal in fact. Justin fell to the floor a large
imprint patterned into the naked flesh of his back. Hank had big feet, must
have at least been size thirteen, this indicated that he obviously had a very
big cock. Unfortunate for Justin, most pleasing for Hank for when he pounds the
boys’ ass in the future.
Justin was
filthy by now; he had mud on his face, back and legs. He looked like a complete
tramp. Justin got into position as instructed, getting kicked again was not on
his agenda, and getting paddled was inevitable.
“Push your
head right down onto the floor, bury you’re head in the mud, and spread you’re
legs as far apart as you can” instructed Hank.
Justin
began to do as he was told. His face plunged into the mud; at least he wouldn’t
have to see the embarrassing spectacle. He spread his legs as far as they would
go, opening his ass for the perfect prime target for the boys. His ass cheeks
were so plump and fresh the line of the G-string was barely visible as it was
wedged into his ass.
Some of the
other boys began chatting
“Yeah I’m
going to hit him hard, right were the sun don’t shine” one commented.
“His ass is
going to be so red, its going to look like dried red paint, even a bull would
ram into him”(hehe)
They all
began laughing and getting ready to whack his ass. Hank pulled out a pair of
scissors from his pocket and walked over to Justin. He bent down and cut both
sides of the string. It fell to the ground and Hank picked it up and moved
round to the front of Justin. He lifted up his head from the mud and stuffed
the thong into his mouth, Justin gagged but Hank prevented him from taking it
out. He forced his face back into the ground and ordered him to stay like he
was. Not even moving an inch.
“Now you
can taste the smell of your own ass Justin, with that thong in your mouth”
shouted Hank slyly.
The other
boys burst into laughter, like never before in there lives.
It wasn’t
just that they were laughing at; it was Justin’s cock that got them really
going. His cock was about two inches long and his balls were the size of a
small child. From the back of his ass
they could be seen by everyone on the field, waiting there to be punished.
Finally the spectacle was ready to take place, each boy lined up ready to have
a firm swipe at the young boy.
“Now be as
ruthless as you like, I want the boy to suffer” said Hank
Through
Justin’s unfortunate situation, some of the other boys had gotten a little turned
on; a few were already getting semi-lob ons. Knowing though that they would be
unable to fuck Justin they asserted there attention on his ass.
First to go
in line was a well built boy called Ricky, he was the school’s rugby team
captain, and generally rugby guys were big. And with big guys usually came big
cocks; he would certainly enjoy fucking Justin in the future. He walked over to
the boys’ ass and swung his Stick backwards. Much like the position a golf
player would be in just before striking the ball.
“Now this
is going to hurt like hell bitch, hope you like it” he said
With that
he began raining down on the boys flesh, bearing into is ass with harsh
ruthless swings. One after the other he just kept going. He targeted first his
right buttock and then his left, he alternated between the two. Justin screamed
in pain, but because of the smelly thong in his mouth his screams were muffled.
After about eleven swings at his ass he retreated back to the other boys
marvelling at his attempts. Justin’s ass was already going a light shade of pink;
a distinct variation could be seen from the skin colour on his ass to that on
his legs and back.
Justin was
in excruciating pain, and that was only after the first boy, he had at least
another nine to go. Next in line was a short but stocky boy called Tim. He like
Ricky was going to give Justin a good whacking, but he had other ideas. He
approached Justin and started whacking into his tender flesh. Though it wasn’t
his buttocks he was going for, it was his cock and balls. He swung the stick as
hard as he could and beat Justin’s balls. Justin let out a louder scream than
last time, but yet again Hank’s devious thong stuffing plan paid off. Firm
whipping noises could be heard as his balls were battered to a pulp. Justin
thought as though he was going to die of pain, but eventually Tim stopped his
merciless attack.
“Ouch
that’s going to hurt in the morning” said one boy
“Jesus
Lenny I think it will hurt more now than in the morning” another said
The boys
and Hank chuckled with each other, Justin was crying, like a worthless
submissive bitch.
Next to
step up was Bret, he wasn’t tall for his age, but by God could he swing a bat.
He was a junior champion boxer, and certainly knew how to beat some one dry. He
didn’t specify where he hit Justin he just saw the target and went for the
goal. He throttled his ass, balls and both buttocks at least twenty times. By
now Justin’s ass was going a deep shade of red. Through Bret’s harsh beatings
the blunt edges of His hockey stick had cut into Justin’s flesh cuts were
visible, and blood oozed from the openings.
Each boy
pretty much did the same continuing the beatings as harsh as they could making
sure the bitch suffered. Finally the last two to go were Josh and Lee each of
them deciding to go up as a pair, to give a double beating.
“Hey,
double the beatings means double the pain” shouted lee, whilst the rest of the
group laughed.
By now
Justin was in a bad state of affairs. His balls were swollen blue though his
cock seemed to have diminished in size. Either to the coldness of the weather,
or due to the beatings. They each stood at either side of Justin horizontally
Josh on the left, Lee on the right. They each held there sticks about an inch
from either buttock.
“Justin this
is really going to hurt. 1, 2, 3” they both shouted.
“Ahhhhhhh……Nooooooooo…….Please……Stop”
pleaded Justin
To be
continued…………….
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