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Taming 6
by Emile
Usual caveats apply - Fantasy only, stick to contentual sex with adults, in the real world.
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Pretty soon tears were welling up in my eyes. This was mostly because Spud was jabbing my cock so hard that I could feel the rubber hands lacerating the shaft. Combined with the nut screw, I was in a mountain of pain. Conrad saw my tears and pushed back Spud's arm gently, like he was doing me a favour. "Hey hey, Spud, go easy, can't you see the poor guy needs a break." I was confused but grateful, wondering if they'd lay off the vice grip on my nads as well. But Conrad went on. "Hey, give him some of your water bud, let him cool down." I tried to say that it was fine - what difference would water make - but Conrad insisted, saying it was just like a time out on the field. Only the rest of them were still mauling us. Spud turned around, rummaging in his duffle bag, and finally popped up from no-where (thus the name, from the girls changerooms, that and his knobbly egg shaped head) brandishing a very full, fairly large drink bottle. He groused a bit, but Conrad made him hand it over. Reluctantly I took it with my free hand, squirting a little into my mouth. To my relief, it was just water, a little acrid from some amino supplement maybe, but a whole lot better than I'd expected. I took what I thought was enough, careful not to get my lips on it (which was, I figured, the game), and went to hand it back.
"Hey hey" Conrad said, pushing the base away from Spud and back towards me. "Don't want to get dehydrated now..." He was holding the base, tilting it back towards my mouth. I had little choice but to open up as he squirted more liquid in. He was squeezing hard now, and despite my struggling, a jet of water was smashing into my tonsils, making me choke, and splashing water all over. As I coughed and gagged, water cascaded over my chin, soaking the tank and shorts. He kept squeezing tight until the whole bottle was empty - a quart at least - most of which I swallowed, but the rest had soaked me to the skin. My face was dripping, even my hair was plastered down at the front from the spray. "Oh man, sorry bout that" he said, pointing down to my kit. It was fucking see-through! The guys, their hands now clearly visible under the fabric, sheepishly withdrew their hands, exposing my dork and ballbag in the wet folds of the shorts. It was as if I was in a wet t-shirt competition in a go-go club or something, completely fucking out there. The bus lurched to a stop, and I realised this was why they'd withdrawn. We were at school! I looked over to Jimbo - he'd at least fared better, although he was all hot and bothered from the feel-up.
A flash went off in my eyes, and it dawned on me that his assaulter, Vic, had been snapping pics with his phone the whole time. "Something for your new profile!" he smirked, flipping the phone around to show us what was on the screen. There was my profile - something I'd not touched in over a year, since getting booted from school - so long all my friends would have forgotten I was on there. Only, well, they were about to get a stream of fresh photos of me front and centre. He clicked back, to show other naked and filthy acts - the table looked suspiciously like Conrad's uncles. Oh, no, I thought, and this is being published?! Conrad and the gang barrelled out of the bus, high fiving each other as they went, still looking at the snaps and hooting. It was just Jimbo and I on the back seat, hot and wet. Dozens of schoolkids milled around the bus. "Oh well" Jimbo said, leaning in and grabbing the back of my head. "Better get this kiss out of they way..." and he faceplanted himself on me, prodding with his tongue. "No way, man" Vic called, "they're really getting off on this." Dozens of kids must've heard outside, cause the volume of chatter doubled. And I heard the phone click another photo.
Getting down off the bus, and half the school was just loitering there, waiting for the 'lovebirds' to descend. Since I was soaked through, my whole body on display, it was a billion times worse than if we'd managed to slink through unnoticed. I could hear them as we passed, especially when they saw the JOCKPIG tattoo. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I thought. Conrad and his buddies were lingering some way back, speaking to the teammates as they arrived. I dreaded what the day would hold. But for now, we had a date in Mr Jones' office.
When we got there, Mr Jones was leaning out of his office, speaking to the career counsellor next door. I don't know if it was just the amount of dicking I'd had, and being forced to stare at so much naked man flesh, but I noticed his clothes seemed to fit tighter now, hugging his arse, and he'd beefed up. He finished the sentence and spun around, drinking in my near nakedness. "Ah, my favourite DILF" he chuckled, loud enough for the counsellor to hear. His chest filled out the tailored shirt, blonde licks showing above the collar, and there was just a shadow of his fat stalk against the pressed pants. He slung his arm around my shoulder, guiding us both into the office, the blinds already dropped. "So, how are the two love birds" he asked, shifting his arm so it ran over my shoulder and down my damp chest. "Aah, yes my favourite student" he said, squeezing my nipple, and I saw his cock lurch in the pants.
Casually unzipping with his free hand, he called over to Jimbo, to strip and crawl around behind me. Jimbo stripped down, and I felt him nuzzling the back of my shorts. It felt so dirty, this kid who idolised me now getting close. But Mr Jones had other ideas. "Not yet bucko, I know you've got the hots for these prime ribs, but you're gonna have to get off by proxy. Crawl between his legs and feast on this, while I check out the goods..." So Jimbo had to crawl between my thighs, forcing them apart, and start slobbering over Mr Jones' cotton covered club poking out of the unzipped fly. He hadn't stopped mauling my titflesh the whole time, and now slid his hand down, pushing the wet material up over my head, so it was just caught under my underarms and behind my neck like a Mexican footballer. "You know, with two kids, you'd qualify as a Dad I'd Like to Fuck, but then, I've fucked you already, and you're barely a man. Maybe I should call you something else, like PIF - Punk I've Fucked, or Pussy I'm Fucking. Ha, or maybe just fuckface, I always like that on you. So tell me daddy, how's tricks. Still on cum control? Still getting reamed out all ends? Or is this new boyfriend your nesting phase?"
His hands had dropped to my arse, kneading it. His crotch pushed forward, so the back of Jimbo's head was grinding into my cock, and yeah, I was hard. "Uh, please Mr Jones..." I stammered. He just grinned. "Oh no, I should be thanking you. I'm Vice Principal now - better pay, better clothes. All the other teachers loved my entertainment at Prom. And now we have our star pupil back, they'll be falling over themselves to help me ... so long as they can help themselves to you... You're the school bitchboy now, at least til you graduate. Which, well, let's face it, that could take a while..." He'd slipped his hand under the waistband, and was ramming his fingers into my hole hard. It was a fuck sandwich, and he bucked and rode Jimbo's face, while my cock was mashed between the twin forces of Mr Jones' fingers and Jimbo's skull. "Oh, oh yeah" he purred, but the tone was mocking, and in a moment, he pulled his fingers out with a pop, and shoved Jimbo off his crotch. "Mmm, more of that later. Don't want to stain the Armani." He wiped his slimy fingers on my chest crack, while he hauled his spit-soaked fat back into his pants, the zip straining against his erection. Jimbo's face was a mess, and I was achingly hard, and looked like a complete slut. "Now, since you're in final year, I want you to go next door to Mr Bryce, and have a word about the future. I've got some prep to do..." And he pushed us out of the office, part-fucked and panting.
Mr Bryce was a little clerk that everyone ignored. He tried to hide the campness by being serious, but his laugh always gave it away. Most of the school avoided him, teachers included, and I had no intention of ever setting foot near him before. He was younger than Mr Jones (who had a late-twenties-steak-and-veg-volunteer-lifesaver air about him), and there was something unsettling about being sent his way - my other abusers, the gym coach, physics teacher - they were all cruel sadistic men, and I hated them, but they were men anyway. Aside from my brothers and Conrad, who were all jocks, I'd only been punked by guys. It's not much of a hero claim, but when you've sunk as low as me, you cling to what shreds you can. Mr Bryce (who we'd called Mr Boys) had more of a fresh-from-college-lentil-salad-hairdresser air. And when we crossed the threshold into the next office, to see him licking his lips, I could feel that shred of dignity being torn away. "Ah, boys" he cooed. "Come, sit down, we have plenty to talk about..."
We sat down, and I reached up to pull the shirt back over my chest. "Oh, don't bother about that, but since your hands are up, why don't you leave them here, and just brace your hands behind your head." It was fucking sick, like I was posing for him. "Here, Jim, take this strap and lace his wrists together so he doesn't get fidgety" he added, and soon my arms were bound by the thong, my traps and bald pits exposed to his leering glance. "Ah, yes. And maybe space your legs apart a little, your erection looks like it needs the room, and I can smell your ballsweat from here..." I flushed red. Jimbo was shuffling his chair across a bit to get away from my elbows, and maybe out of the limelight, but the sound just made Mr Boys glance over to him.
"Jim. Yes, well you'll probably get more out of this session that this big lump of lummox here. He's just eye candy, I won't waste time on his career ... this year anyway. No, you're going to graduate soon - hooray - so exciting. Such a fine young man. I've always wanted to tell Mr White that, I know how he dotes on you but, he's always ... busy. Of course, your father will want you to go to Yale, study law no doubt." Jim squirmed, uncomfortable to be talking about college with dick on his tongue and me sitting spreadeagled. "Uh, mmhm, I mean, yes." "Whooee, I can smell cock on your breath from here, boy. Why don't you lean over and lick the sweat off your friend here, it might improve it a little. I've got some talking to do anyhow." Jimbo leaned over, and the only sound below Mr Boy's whiny voice was the lapping of his tongue on my sweaty slimy flesh. "So Jimbo, there are two paths you might go down. On the one hand, Yale, law, a glorious career. Go a little lower now, so I can see his pretty chest heaving. Then, on the other hand, there is Community College. They teach shop there, I think, but also typing and sewing, all sorts of shitty, menial jobs. I can see you there, sticking sequins on... anyway, two paths, both possible... depending on how you behave this year. A little lower now, chow down on his stick, I wanna see him writhe..."
When Jim had gotten me helplessly worked up, Mr Boys hauled him away, and pulled me up by my nipples. Gazing me in the eye, he reached down, his thin fingers prying under my waistband, and hauled out my fat cock. "Mmm, nice" he purred, massaging the fat skin, and then let go, letting it flop down obscenely. He stepped back to admire, and then went over to the window, sliding the casement up. The building was old, with big windows that almost reached the floor. It was a half level higher than the playground, so they could overlook but not be overlooked. "Now come here, boy, while I talk to Jim, I have a punishment for your cocky ways, long overdue. I want you to climb out on the ledge, just as you are, and apologise to all the girls out there you've wrongly dicked. "What, like this?" I asked - I was bare chested, cock out, hands spread, completely exposed. "Just as you are" he replied, pushing me over to scramble out onto the stone mouldings of the window ledge.
At first, standing there, I was frozen with shock. I felt the window slide back down behind me, and looking down between my thighs, I could see the glassy panes reflecting my pink skin back. I was now trapped. There was a tap on the window, Mr Boys telling me to begin. I cleared my throat, and a couple of guys glanced up, freezing when they caught sight of me. As yet, only two or three among dozens had even seen me. I spotted Jenny, who was only a junior when I'd first gone out with her. "Uh, Jenny, I'm sorry..." I began, stammering, my voice trailing out when she glanced up, shocked, and looked away. A small crowd was gathering. "Penelope, I'm sorry..." I got out only a few names, before a few of the jocks came over towards me. My ankles were at head height, and I was suddenly aware they could pull me down whenever they wanted. "What did you say?" one called. Spud, of course. "Um, I was apologising to Mary... for ... um..." Oh shit, I thought, he was going out with her now. "For?" "For having slept with her last year..." I finished lamely. "You dicked my girlfriend?" he started, fuming, grabbing at my ankle. In a flash, four of them had my legs, yanking me down from my perch. I couldn't brace, and landed hard on my tail, head banging against the window. I craned around, but Mr Boys was behind the desk with Jim, occupied. They held me there, knees pushed wide against the stonework, my crotch now eye level with the crowd. "Eewee, that's disgusting" one junior girl said, pointing to my thick stalk and grossly swollen sac. "Say it again" Spud grunted, holding a fist up threateningly. "I'm sorry, Spud, really, I'm sorry I dicked your girlfriend..." I began, but his face just turned dark, and he laid a blinding smack into my crotch, hitting the base where my cock and body joined. Their air went out of me with a whoompf, and I wondered if he'd smashed my pelvis. Tears formed, and I gasped for air, doubled over. Finally, they pushed up my elbows, and my breathing slowed enough to speak. "Apology accepted" he snorted. "Now, who else's girlfriend have you fucked that you want to apologise to?" he asked. I looked around pleadingly. But the crowd was filled with angry jocks, and my ex's.
I don't know how many blows I took before I felt the window slide up behind me, and Jim's strong arms under my armpits, hauling me back, out of reach. Guys had pummelled my pelvis, smashed my nutsac, I was a beaten bruised mess. Blubbering, I kept saying I was sorry, so sorry. "Hey hey" Jim tried to comfort me, but I saw he was also crying. And there was juice leaking down his calf.
Mr Boys hovered close, his hand pressing on my shoulder. "Why don't you kneel down here, and Jim, just reach up and grab the windowframe. We were a foot from the window, so Jimbo had to lean forward to do it. From the playground below, most of his body, from his waist up, would be visible. If he'd been wearing his proper Lacrosse kit, this would've been okay, but they'd insisted on his practice gear - the sleeveless singlet and baggy mid-thigh shorts, so when he put his arms high, everyone got a good look at his exposed abs and denuded armpits from below. A few girls were pointing - all the jocks took pride in their man fur, and his wispy 25 pit hairs hadn't gone unnoticed. Mr Boys positioned me right behind Jim, and I could feel the heat from his arse radiating towards my face. He lifted the hem of his baggy shorts between two fingers, sliding it up and towards me. I don't know how much the girls could see, but I knew that as he pulled it, the material would be getting tighter around his front. "Now why don't you slip your head in under there and moisten your lips on his, so you can suck out any embarrassing wetness from your big old boyfriend there. I couldn't believe he wanted to dive under his shorts and rim him. Of course, there was no choice, and soon I was caught in the hot and musky environment between his tense thighs, Mr Boys pushing my head hard between his buttcheeks through the fabric, while it strained and pulled the shorts back. I could hear a girl scream 'Dick' through the muffled fabric. While the shorts were short, they were thick, so I was hot and breathing hard in no time, sweat dripping off my chin onto my chest. Lapping up the counsellor's cum from Jimbo's tight hole was rank and twice I gagged, spluttering. It was too much. I tried to pull my head down and out of the dutch oven, but Mr Boys held my chin up, trapping me inside. As I fought him, it drove Jimbo forward, until his cock was pressed against the glass, and my head was trapped between Mr Boy's shoving and his humid flesh. Boys ground my head into his crack til I was suffocating in there, my head spinning, until I fell slack.
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The bell ringing for second period woke me up. Somehow, I was now in Mr Jones' office, tied back-to-back to Jimbo, an uncomfortably full feeling in my arse. I don't know how long I was out, but my head now hurt as much as my ballbag. "Okay here's how it works" Mr Jones said, like he was teaching a lesson. "That nice full feeling you guys have, that's an inflatable double headed dildo crammed in your worthless arses. Now Jimbo, I know you've been fucked raw recently, so it's probably a little more painful for you - thus the gag. But here's the kicker. I've connected this hosepipe to the tap in my washroom, so it'll slowly start filling that rubber dong nice and full. Jimbo, all trussed up and gagged like that, won't be able to to much about it, but you, it's in your control. You can just reach this valve on the inlet. See, if you leave the valve open, both of you guys will keep filling evenly. Flip it one way, and Jimbo here gets all the pressure, flip it the other way, and it will all come your way. Now those jelly inserts can stretch up to 14" x 5" each, so you'll just have to figure out how much each of you can take before i get back. Now here's the maths problem, gentlemen. You have 1 period, at a rate of 1L/hr. You're both back in school now - figure it out...
For the first 10 minutes I pushed the lever my way, thinking I'd 'take one for the team'. The flow on the hosepipe was wicked, a steady flow, and soon I could feel it filling up inside me. I was shit at maths, to busy nailing the teacher to nail the problems, and suddenly now I realised that my wellbeing was going to depend on a very immediate way on my education. Fuck, a fucking maths problem as he abused our aching arses, what the hell kind of twisted teacher was he. Another five minutes passed with me frothing around like this, squirming and shifting, the expandable dildo now very uncomfortably large in my hole. I had no idea how much more it, or I, could take. "I'm sorry Jimbo" I cried out, turning the tap the other way. Immediately he bucked and jumped, as the heavy flow of liquid began pushing up his raw hole. "Oh fuck man" I said to him, the pain in my arse not going anywhere "I don't get how I'm supposed to do this." Jim was moaning wildly now in his ballgag. Shit, I thought, he's probably worked it out. "Uh Jim" I managed, tears now forming from the pain in my buttcrack. "So like 1L an hour, and a lesson's what, 40 minutes. So what's that, like 40 mLs or something. From his grunt, I guessed not. I thought harder. Fifty? Fifty-five? Sixty? Sixty-five? He changed his grunt at that, so I guess I'd got it right, or close enough. "Oh shit, okay, man, so we gotta take 65 mLs... uh.... what does that mean, exactly..." He was still moaning, I guess his was getting pretty full too. "That's like, what, seven inches?" I asked. No sound, but Jimbo puffing into the gag. "Eight? Nine?" From his bucking, I guessed it was pretty uncomfortable for him too. Shit, I saw the time, half an hour had passed. I shifted the tap half way back, letting the flow begin in me too. I was really uncomfortable now. "Shit man, what?" I asked. I heard a sound like a long groan. I guess he'd just figured it out. "What man, it IS nine inches?" That same negative sound from before. "Ten inches?!" He spluttered his yes moan. 14 inches deep was bad enough, but I was now feeling the pressure of a dong approaching 5 inches girth. Now I figured it - either we could both take the equivalent of a 10 inch fat dick (or whatever the shape was that was like it), or one of us could take an ordinary dick, and the other the full motherlode. I knew for Jimbo, even a fat six incher or so would be hard. Reluctantly, with tears in my eyes, I pushed the tap all the way over, my way, letting the full force flow into me. Oh boy, it stretched my hole wildly. I felt like I was giving birth or something, the cramps were so bad, my legs were shaking, my thighs dripping with sweat. Finally something happened, it backed up or something, cause the hosepipe kinda pulsed, and threw the tap out of my fingers, forcing the flow the other way. For the last few minutes as I sat there, knees up in agony, the rest of the water backwashed through my pucker and flowed straight into Jimbo's arse.
The bell went, and a minute or two later, Mr Jones came back from his class, sauntering in whistling. He gazed at us a moment, satisfied, until through my sweat and cramps I croaked "Just fucking turn it off!!!" He grinned, strolling over to the tap and gently easing it closed. As the flow stopped, I felt the pressure on my anal ring give just a little. He walked up to the stopcock, taking it from my hand. With his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed the tube, and then felt the gurgle as it drained into Jimbo's arse. "Quite the gentleman" he said to me, figuring I had the fuller dildo from the way it was draining into Jimbos. He pushed the stopcock all my way, trapping it inside me, and dropped it to the floor. He undid the ropes around us, and without each other to pull on, we were forced to drop our feet to the floor, taking the full force of our weight on the inflated dongs. It was torture. He walked around in front of me, grabbing my thighs, and lifting them, spreading my legs either side of him and forcing me to drop in the seat, scrunched on my chest, arse high. He rested my calves on his shoulders, reaching his hands over my ankles and prising apart my buttcheeks. He pressed a finger against the dildo, sending a wave of pain up my spine. "Very nice, not a wrinkle. Totally full. Shows your learning. Just for that, I'll give you a choice. I was going to make you wear those all day..." I groaned loudly at that "...but, since I'm feeling generous, I'll let you drain them ... into each other's mouths!"
I can't tell you how sick and perverted it was, for two young jock guys, butts stuffed, having to lie on the floor, squatting and grunting from cramps, gently manouvre themselves into a kind of 69 position, and then pushing each other's dicks to one side, push our mouths over the valve of each cock and squeeze it between our teeth to release the now warm juice into our stomachs. Even though I knew it was just water, the smell of Jimbo's buttcrack, again, the warm liquid, the pressure of it shooting out of him and down my throat, it was rancid. And, of course, the humiliation of simultaneously doing the same to him, barely able to control it. Finally, we staggered to our feet, and he none-too-gently pulled the inflatable dongs from our arse. "Lick these clean" he told us "they'll be getting lots of use from now on." As we stood there, sucking on the arse-slimy soft 14 inch plastic, the water gurgled through and I began to feel the telltale pressure on my bladder. I'd not pissed since last night, and the rubber bands around the base of my cock were now cutting into my piss-hard wickedly. Looking at Jimbo, he was having the same problem - worse probably, since I'd been fuller. Mr Jones noticed too. He walked up, taking a dickhead in each hand, gently rolling and manipulating them, making us pulse. "Getting off on this, are we?" he asked, and I spluttered "No thir, I just need to pith". The plastic on my tongue was making me lisp even worse.
He kept manipulating the cockheads until we were bone hard, curving cocks shiny and arching up and out. "Sure, you can go to the bathroom, but don't forget to take Jimbo with you, to hold your pig pizzle while you piss. I mean all that water you chugged is gonna make a healthy flow, and you don't wanna splash now. In fact, make sure you drop your shorts to your ankles, and your tee up above your nipples just in case. No dumbfuck, you can't hold on to your own dork - remember - skin to skin - just put your hands behind your head, elbows out, pits facing the wall while Jimbo gives you a helping hand. I don't care who the fuck comes in. Then you can do the same for him. Hurry up though, third period is half over, and you don't want to miss fourth.." I looked at him dumbly, my cock now on fire with fuckneed, piss and the laceration of the rubber bands. He gently pushed his thumbs over our dicklips, almost making me lose control and start pissing everywhere. He seemed to know this, shaking his head to remind me there'd be consequences. "Please thir ... fourth?" He smiled. "Geography. Not a good subject for a dumbfuck like you, but don't let that bother you. See, you're gonna be the new teacher's aid..."
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Somehow we managed to clean the sheathes to his satisfaction, and he finally let us go. By now, both of our dicks were raging hard, and there was only a few minutes left of class. Uncomfortably we pulled our miserable clothes back on, Jimbo's cock tenting the loose shorts obviously, while my cock kept pushing up the hem of my tight white running shorts, waving and rising, rolling it up to the waist, like a great fleshy charmed snake. We ran the corridors, not forgetting to touch skin, and burst into the bathrooms with barely second before the bell. My piss flowed thick and fast, splashing everywhere, but I couldn't do much to stop it. The bell went, and I realised that we'd have to stay like that - shirts up and shorts round our ankles, while I 'helped' Jim with his mega-piss. It took ages, and soon guys were milling in, gawking and laughing at my hand enveloped around his dick as he pissed a strong heavy stream of water into the bowl. They called us fags and fuckbuddies, and much worse, but everyone kept their distance. Finally his cock drooped and I had to shake it out, eliciting more laughs, before we could both pull our skimpy clothes back up (and down) and face them. We were both beet red, completely humiliated. It was half the fucking team, juniors, like the whole male half of the school had crammed into the johns. We pushed past them, ignoring the jabs and jostling, and headed for an unknown fate.
Jim was in geography class, so he led the way, holding my hand by the finger. Lots of guys noticed that, and the taunts kept coming. "Ignore them" he mumbled, pulling me quickly, and we made it into the class just as the second bell went.
"Ah, Jim, good to have you back" the teacher said, a blonde Alice-type with round glasses. Jim let go of my hand and sat in his usual desk (I guess) in the front row. I went to follow, mindful of 'the rule', but I felt her hand on my shoulder. "No, it doesn't apply here" she said sweetly. Fuck, she knew. I looked down at her placid face, her eyes boring into me. Smiling a little, she said "Nice to finally know you. You ran out of my husband's office so quickly, I never was given that ... meat ...meeting..." With a shudder, I realised she must've been the Chairman's wife. "Now, why don't you slip out of those clothes and go stand in front of that map there. Your beefy butt should just about cover up most of it." Most of the class had filed in, and eyes were all on me, standing dumbly at the front of the class. Everyone knew I'd been kicked out for knocking up a girl, and the girls looked at me piteously, like I was trash. The guys, though, mostly just grinned. "So class" she said innocently, as I wrestled with my clothes, no easy feat after being cramped with a 14" fat dildo up your arse not long before. Also, I'd stupidly tried to pull my singlet up and shuck my shorts down simultaneously - somehow thinking quicker would be less embarrassing, so I capered about like an idiot. "Quick quiz". A groan went up. "Hush hush. I think this one you'll enjoy. So you remember last month I asked you to name twenty countries on sheets. Well, as you know, your answers were terrible. Really, this is why Americans have such a bad reputation. Beyond Paris and Florence, you might as well have been on the moon..." A few laughed at this, maybe cause I was baring my abused arse to them at the time, struggling to get my foot out of the shorts. "Well, anyway... now, stand over there, yes, in front of the map, facing the class. No, don't cover up, spread your legs out to touch the corners of the map, and your hands to reach the other corners..." The map was about 6 foot square, so I was stretched in a wide X now, my bruised tackle dangling. Most of them were transfixed on my flaccid thumper wagging in front of me. "So, yes, your classmate here will be doing an invaluable favour. I'm going to call out a name and you'll have to pin it in place..." Oh shit, I thought, they were going to put map pins in me. A hand shot up "But how will we know when we're right, and what if he moves?" one girl asked. The teacher thought about this a while. "Yes, you're right. Turn around, boy, and press yourself against the board..." I turned, my arse now facing the class, my dick dangling below. "Right, so this way, you pin him to the place, and I'll check at the end. One pin per person, and don't forget to write your name on the flag..." I heard a rummaging as she passed the box of map pins around. "Hmmm, since we're doing it this way, I'll start in the middle and work our way out. So, who in this class knows Africa. Eloi? Why don't you come forward and show me ...." she stode over to me, gazing at my hunky exposed chest over her spectacles. "Show me Cairo" she finished. I looked down, scrunching my head on my chest. It was under my right nipple. I spun my head around, to see a big black kid approaching, gripping a very long pointy pin. Then I realised the worst part of it. This close, they could see the answers ... if they mashed up close enough to me. So I was gonna get up close and personal with a class full of guys and girls, naked and skewered.
Some of them were nicer, some of them were not. One girl skewered Anchorage between the webbing of my fingers. Another guy made me stick out my tongue to reach Greenland (even though it was wrong). More than a few took extra long rubbing up against me looking for answers. The last name was Jimbo. "Jim, to complete the picture, would you kindly mark Johannesburg." He came up to me, already squatting between my legs. There was a long pause. "But miss... it's not covered by anything..." he said. "Well then, you better pull something down, better you." Sickeningly, we both realised what she meant. He reached up to my flaccid cock, pincering the foreskin between two fingers. "Sorry buddy" he whispered, wrenching the skin down hard... "Good" I heard the teacher whisper "right through the ugly cockhood..."
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