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Taming the Beast
Emile, 2010 - 2011
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I guess I'd been pretty bad, but then when you're the most handsome built jock stud in your grade, who wouldn't. I was always trailing my two older brothers in school, they were smarter, more popular, friendlier guys, but then puberty came, and I got lucky. I was already the sportsman - football, rowing, you name it, I was captain - and my tight teen body swelled out til I was packed with muscles - bulging chest and massive guns, and suddenly, I was Mr Popular. And then there was my dick - it grew, and grew, until my thick dong and bull nuts made even the teachers stare. I milked the attention - wore only singlets and running shorts to school, I'd sit in class with my legs spread, corded arms behind my head so the chicks and leering teachers could get a glimpse of my underarms and pecflesh, or cop a look at my dickmound. Pretty soon my grades had shot up, the first cunt I dicked was my geography teacher, and soon all the female staff had a taste of my dong. The male teachers too - I wasn't in to the faggy stuff, but I'd see them after class, stand over my shitty homework asking questions, pressing my iron hard tool into their thigh until they'd get bold and reach back for a feel. I'd let them grope a little - under the hem, fingers wrapped around my egg shaped balls - so there was no doubt about what they were doing, and then I'd freak out, threaten to tell everyone - blackmail them for the rest of term. I started fucking girls in my class at the same time, and me and my jock friends had competitions how many girls we could dick in a year. My brothers were pretty pissed, told me to knock it off, so we kept it low key for a while. But when I just turned 18, and they'd just finished school, I got this dickditch pregnant, from a strict catholic family like mine, and my brothers completely lost it. They'd been pretty rough in their year, and were both built like tanks too, so when they bailed me up in our home gym, I was pretty scared. All 3 of us were 100% straight, but they'd said I was a man now, and if I still didn't know how to act, they'd have to punish-fuck me if I didn't behave. I didn't know what that meant, but it sounded bad, so when Seth had me in a nelson hold and Rock stood real close, I began to panic. Rock leaned in, so I could feel his warm breath against my face. "Look meathead, it aint clever gettin every dickditch laid you know. Maybe you need to feel what it's like to know. Even with my arms up and pits exposed, I was sweating heavily from fear. He reached behind me, slowly sliding his hand down my back, under my waistband, and began kneading his thick finger against my virgin hole. "Looks like we all get to fuck pussy around here" he sneered. I was panicking, and held my breath as he slowly fingered my hole. I bucked, and Seth tightened his grip, forcing me forward until I was jammed against Rock. "You know what punish fucking is? Well it's the hardest, meanest balls-deep fucking you can give. And both Seth and I have had plenty of experience with our cuntstuffers, so you'll feel it bro."
Rock slipped down my workout pants and my dick sprang out. I was soft from fear, but my dong still curved out, jutting above my big balls. Rock reached into his back pocket and pulled out a tube of cream, holding it to my face. 'Remember this boy?" he growled. It was a tube of cuntlube I'd gotten from Mexico - smear it on a girl's snatch, and she'd be hot and bucking for hours. It was pretty powerful stuff, and also took off their hair, leaving them with a nice smooth wet cunt for fucking. With a grin, Rock squeezed out a healthy dose, and smeared it all over my dick and balls, tracing between my legs, and working it into my bughole. I squirmed and bucked, but he covered my pubes with the stuff. Soon enough it began to itch, and when he saw me squirm again, Rock wiped my dick, balls and arse with the gym towel. The scratching of the stiff towel felt good, but afterwards, it was worse - like I was on fire. I looked down and my dick and balls were bare - the towel had wiped my hair away, and looked huge. My dick was on fire, getting harder by the second, and my balls were swollen and puffy. Worse, though, my arse felt like a thousand ants were in there, and I felt hot and moist as my body tried to compensate. Soon my dick was stiff and drooling, and my brothers jeered and laughed. "Best yet bro, you remember when those cunts would cum, and the itch would get worse - well it's the same for you. Each time you shoot your load, until the cream wears out, your pig pizzle will stay hard and distended, and burn and itch all the more. This'll be a fun session, bro, a taste of more to cum!!!" They let me go, and I fell to the floor, rubbing my dick and arse, desperate to scratch the itch inside. It only made it worse, and I looked like a fag slut, rubbing my dick and fingering my arse in front of them. Suddenly they kicked me hard in the nuts, told me to get my hands off my dick, that I wasn't to touch it again without permission. I looked up and they both had dropped their pants too. They were hard, and huge - both my bros had been hiding mule dongs at last 9" long each. They rolled on rubbers, coated liberally with more itching goo, and played rock-paper-scissors for rights to fuck me first. I pleaded and moaned, but I could barely move for the itching pain and fear. They kept tying, and so they decided to double-fuck me. Seth lay on the weight bench, and Rock grabbed me by the waist, hauling me up tight to his chest. He told me to out my hands behind my head and warned me that if I moved them, or resisted in any way, they'd impale me on the pool fence instead. Then he lined up his dick with Seths, and slowly lowered me down. Seth reached up and spread my hole, feeding the two fat cockheads into my virgin tight chute. I begged and pleaded for them to stop, their cockheads were ripping me apart, but Rock just kept lowering me down. My feet touched ground and I planted them down, refusing to budge. Rock was furious. He wrapped his legs around mine, pulling them forward, and grabbed my wrists and hair with his hand, pulling them back towards Seth. The further he pulled, the more off-balance I got, until I was teetering, with only their cocks up my arse to support me. He put his other hand on my shoulder and pushed down hard. With gravity and brute force, my legs couldn't resist, and I began slipping down their thick cocks, inch by inch of dickmeat plunging up my arse. Soon they'd split me wide, double dicks stretching my hole to unbelievable proportions. Rock let go of my hands and shoulder and grabbed my thighs, pulling them up until my full weight impaled me on their cuntstuffers. They made me grab the cross-bar and lift myself up, making me fuck myself on their enormous cocks. They both came with a roar, gushing cum up my arse, so much it filled the condoms and leaked out of the sides, filling my hole with cum. They pulled out, still half-hard, and dropped me on the floor. I fell backwards on all fours, in a crab position, and they told me not to move. Cum leaked out of my raped arse, and I stared up at their drippy dongs, humiliated. They stripped off the sheaths, each stretched and full, and poured them onto my face, rubbing the latex against my face. Dicksludge and arseslime was all over my face, dribbling down my throat as I coughed and choked, forced to slurp up their juice. The copious scum dripped from my chin, and covered my sweaty chest, until my whole face, chin and chest was covered in their dirty juices. With horror, i realised that included a large amount of the cream, which was all over the condoms and had liquified with their dickjuice. Seth had guessed too, and threw the gym towel at me. I tried to smear off the cum from my face and pecs, and realised with horror the cream had worked their too - taking off my stubble and manly chest hair, so I was completely smooth from my nose to my thighs.
A few days later and my life had gone from bad to worse. My family had made me marry the bitch that was pregnant, in a quick ceremony attended by just my brothers, as witnesses - her family and mine wanted nothing to do with us. They made me find a job to support us, and we lived in a shitty one room apartment above a greasy kebab shop where I worked. My brothers had lined up the job, and I don't know what they'd said, but the owner treated me like a slave. I spent most of my time in the kitchens sweating like a hog, hauling huge racks of meat from the rotisserie to the front store. My uniform, if you could call it that, was my old gym gear and an apron, and I was covered in sweat and animal fat all day. My only breaks were when my brothers visited, which was often, the owner gave them all the time they needed. See, they'd enjoyed the fucking they'd given me far too much, and decided that dicking their kid bro should be a regular thing. They made me take off the rest of my hair with the cream, which also kept me hard and horny all the time, although I wasn't allowed to cum except when I fucked my wife, which they let me do once a week, "for appearances". I wasn't allowed to wear condoms, she said it was "god's will", and so only a month after our first baby boy was born, she was pregnant again.
I tried to keep up school, it was my one ticket out of this hellhole, but it was hard getting up at dawn with the baby, going to classes, then working til midnight or later. They let me stay mostly for the sport, but weekend practices were hard and even with the teachers in my pocket my grades were slipping. They shrugged, told me they couldn't give me marks for assignments I didn't do. My history teacher, Mr Jones, told me he'd have to fail me. He was one of the first I'd blackmailed - young and stocky, he probably thought no-one knew he was a fag, until I pulled the crotch-rub trick on him. One day after class he told me he'd been watching my decline - coming in late looking like shit, greasy shirt smelling of fat, and figured no-one would listen to a pack of shit like me. He was grinning and stretched languidly. I was desperate, I didn't want to be kicked out, so I figured I'd give him what he wanted, what my brothers already took for free. I told him if he wanted he could have me. "Be specific" he said, and I stammered "I'll suck you off". He said nothing and I continued - "uh, and you can dick me". There was a pause, and he said "prove it". I locked the door and came back, ready to get on my knees - "oh this time there won't be any misunderstanding. Strip buck naked and squat on my desk" he ordered. I undid my shirt and tie, and took them off. He grunted appreciatively at my heaving smooth chest and chiselled abs. He told me to flex my arms, and though I wanted to use my guns to deck him, I was caught now, and flexed, showing off my melon biceps and bare pits to the seedy professor. Then he made me drop my pants, and I slipped the thin cotton down, revealing my thick swollen dong, since I didn't wear briefs, permanently half-hard from my brothers' restrictions on cumming. I stood there, humiliated, my buck naked jock body on display, to be fucked at his will. He gestured and I got up on the table on my knees, dick swinging, fuckbags dangling in front of his face. He made his first move, gently pushing my thighs apart until they were spread wide on the desk and my gear was on full display. He stood up and grabbed my dick with one hand, tugging down painfully, and grabbed my head with the other, pulling my face into his, He whispered "Ok fuckface, I accept your offer, but you'd better make this the fuck of your life. Turn around so I can feel your pussy, and make sure this useless dick of yours is iron hard until we're done." I scooted around so I faced the class and began slowly wanking my cock. I knew it was the only way to stop myself shooting, which my brothers would punish me for, but it was agony, an itch I knew would only get worse the longer I played without cumming. He slowly began driving his finger up my arseknot, making me push back as I jerked off, driving myself down on his finger. Then he used two, then three, stretching my arsering wide. Finally I heard his zip, and he pulled out his fingers, pulling me back until they were replaced with the wet, blunt head of his drooling cock. He began to push forward, holding my chest for leverage, and I painfully realised his big dick was easily the size of my brothers. He mercilessly fucked me, driving hard into my hole, and shot quarts of hot cum up my arse. For the first time I felt the horrible embarrassment of another guys scum shooting up my intestines, like a pussy. He kept fucking a little after that until he finally softened, and withdrew with a plop. He pulled out, and pushed me forward onto the desk, and I had to let go of my cock only second from cumming, to stop myself from slamming into the wood. I was on all fours, with a string of jizz from his dickhead to my arse, which dripped down onto my classwork, splattering it with ropes of cream. He reached around and gave my dick a few tugs, and hearing my shallow breathing he stopped, knowing I was on the verge of cumming too. My dick bobbed and weaved, begging for release, but he wasn't interested in my pleasure, and whacked me hard on the nuts to stop me cumming. I almost puked from the pain. He made me scoot around again, laughing as my arse squelched cum when I moved, and made me grip the edge of the desk, and bob down on his slimy dick, to clean him up. The taste was terrible, worse when he began leaking precum into my mouth as well. I almost thought he'd cum again, but after a few minutes he pulled me off and zipped up. He pointed to the clock, just as the bell started ringing - "next period" he said - since it had been a whole period of fucking and sucking, and I could hear the sound of guys approaching for class. He got up and began making for the door, and I had to scrabble to pull on my pants and shirt, tie askew, still covered in Mr Jones' dickdrool on my chin, with more leaking down my thighs. As I frantically tried to button the crumpled shirt over my chest, I could hear the handle being jiggled, and Mr Jones stopped at the last minute, returning to the desk and grabbing a fistful of my work, covered in scum, which he stuffed into my pants, jamming the paper hard into my arse. "Don't want you staining your pretty uniform before next time" he said, and I began to protest. "This was a one off" I pleaded, but he shook his head - "not if you want to pass boy", With that, he unlocked the door with one hand, and gave the papers one last thrust with the other, sending me bucking into the opening door. The door send my flying, and the seniors all piled in to see me sprawled on the floor. Most laughed and jeered, angry at me stealing their girlfriends or slackening off at sport, and I was jostled as I limped out of Mr Jones' class. More than a few looked like they'd guessed why I'd been there, and elbowed me as I went passed.
Soon school was intolerable, with every one of Mr Jones' free periods spent finding new and interesting ways to humiliate and fuck me. He found out I was on cum control when I begged him to stop jerking my dripping tool the next time, but instead of letting me off, he took it as a new way of grinding me down and humiliating me more. So he also made me spend the time jerking off my oversized tool until it leaked constantly and I begged for release - desperate to avoid the ache in my nuts and fat leaking thrust of my prong in my pants for hours afterwards, since my overstimulated teen fucker stayed stiff with the need to shoot. Instead of my usual assignments he set me special ones, like an essay on my most humiliating fantasy, or a list of my most sensitive body parts. He loved setting the dirtiest stuff for home room, and then really making me sweat over it - literally - he'd get me to slip down my hands when everyone's heads were down, and cinch my ballbag with a rubber band or something, so they really ached - made me burst in an instant sweaty sheen of agony. Then I had to hunch over my work, so no-one saw the filth I was writing. Combined with the smooth skin, and wearing gym gear to home room (I'll explain later), people started steering clear and calling me some loner hunk freak. If I didn't complete one of Mr Jones' assignments, then he'd set it again, but also made me do a "practical" to make up, like 'How many inches can you cram in" or "How many push-ups can you do with your nuts taped to the ground". My nuts got special attention, he loved how smooth and bloated they were from the itching juice, and really liked seeing tears in my eyes from pain as he kneaded, jabbed and squeezed my dangling ballsac, or having it stretched wildly by the push ups, or even just a heavy weight as he made be squat between two desks, playing "how much prefuck can I squirt without cumming". He made that game more interesting by promising he'd tell my brothers if I came, and gave me a thick pencil to shove down my gaping dicklips to stop me cumming. The searing pain of pushing the wood down my dickshaft on the verge of orgasm usually made me lose balance, and I spent a few more periods in sick bay nursing a bruised tailbone or chipped tooth from the fall. Of course, all these extra periods meant I was skipping other classes, so I began flunking those too. Mr Jones told me to drop most of them, and threatened to get me expelled if I didn't, so I was just left with gym, history and physics. I still clung to the idea of graduating, although I knew I'd be repeating classes now, a thick overgrown senior with last year's freshman class. The physics teacher was another I'd blackmailed, and while I'd always done well in gym, it turned out the coach was another homo buddy of Mr Jones (this was when the gym clothes came in). Pretty soon I was getting dicked by all three in different ways. The gym teacher went hard at me all class, made me sweat like a pig, and all the other boys were hard on me too, most having figured out I was a dropout teachers fuckbag by now. They tackled me relentlessly, and I was black and blue after every session. If I tried to avoid a tackle or fought back, the gym teacher would give them a penalty - more pain on me. Then after class he'd make me come to his office as he showered, and make me suck him off under the jets, or strip naked and do a hundred push-ups - whatever took his fancy. He liked seeing me sweat, muscles straining, and would often make me work out until my muscles failed, and then jerk off onto my face. My jock body, which I'd been so proud of, was now his own private fucktoy, and he fed me steroids and growth hormones til I became and even bigger dumber looking gym freak. The physics teacher wouldn't even let me in class, shouting I stank of ballsweat and was too dumb for class when I entered. He insisted I get private tutoring with him if I was to pass. His idea of physics in private was like Mr Jones - how hard can you get hit in the nads without puking, what weight can you lift with your tits without permanently stretching them. After a couple of weeks, I figured the answer to the second one was about half the pec-tearing weights he clamped on to my sensitive nubs, since they now stuck out of my body an inch like a freak, but he wouldn't stop. I got beaten up almost every day by seniors, which I think my brothers had been stirring up too. Still I held up for about three months, until one day, Mr Jones stuck a marker pen up my pisshole, fucked me with a baseball bat, and I broke my nose falling off the benches, then in gym I was fed new pills which made me sweat constantly til my clothes clung to my body and I was rank, and in physics my balls were stomped on so hard they swelled up to the size of grapefruits. I was pumped full of teacher cum til it clogged my mouth and nose, and after ambushing me and punching me in the gut and face, the seniors tore off my clothes, throwing me my "new uniform", a pair of red swim trunks with the words "PIGBOY" on the crotch, and a hole cut in the arse. Mr Jones found me dragging myself through the corridors wearing the shorts, the students all laughing and jeering, and pulled me outside. In his car he traced his finger through my matted hair, over my overpumped sweat streaked pecs, pinched my stretched tits and groped my hard tool straining against the fabric. He told me what a fucked-up loser I looked like, how I was the joke of the school. As he called me filthy names, he made me squat over his seat, my jock thighs straining, tears streaming down my face, and he fucked me through the hole, cumming with his biggest load ever. He threw me off when he finished and made me lap up his cock, holding my arse with the other hand to stop cum drooling onto the seat, as he drove me home. He dumped me in front of the shop, arse and hand covered in cum, and told me i'd been officially expelled. And that's how my greasy boss found me, and knew I was getting dicked.
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