Schoolboy Sissy Slut

(humil, rape mmm/m, spank, oral, forced tv/tg, f/m, fem-dom, ws, scat, M/m, bi-male, F/m inc etc...)

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Here’s part 4. Hope you like it. More to cum!

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Schoolboy Sissy Slut

Part 4 Hot date At School

"Drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring" The bell sounded to signal the start of morning break.

David had got through his morning’s lessons without bumping into either Lisa and her friends, or Tony & co. He was very relieved not have seen any of them, but at the same time he couldn’t help thinking about Lisa. She shouldn’t have done what she did, but it wasn’t her fault that he got accosted in the changing room at the store. And God, she was beautiful.

As he made his way out of the classroom after letting all the other pupils leave first, David popped his head round the door to make sure the coast was clear. This is ridiculous, he thought, as he cautiously made his way down the corridor. I can’t spend the rest of my school days constantly on the look out for danger.

Just then a door off the corridor opened and a hand grabbed David’s collar and yanked him inside. Before he knew it, the door had closed again and he found himself in a small windowless supplies room. The arm that grabbed him belonged to none other than Tony Gates, his original tormentor. Of course Darren and Ashley were there too, leaning against a pile of exercise books, smoking cigarettes.

"Hi, Davey boy, glad you could join us." grinned Ashley as he stubbed out his butt end on the tiled floor.

"Whaa- what do you want?" David managed to say, not really sure if he wanted to know the answer.

"We’ve got some more clothes for you to model for us." Answered Tony with a twinkle in his eye.

All three older boys approached David and the nightmare began again.

A short while later the door of the storeroom opened. First out was Tony, followed by David, Ashley and Darren. David was dressed in a long pleated woollen skirt which came down to just below his knees. Underneath which, his underpants had been replaced by a pair of thick winter panties and his ankle socks by a pair of tights made from the same material. His top half began with the same bra he’d been forced to wear round the playing field (it still was damp and reeked of piss); then an off-white cheesecloth blouse covered by a very chunky jumper. The gold earrings had also been restored, as well as a thick application of the bright red lipstick.

As David was escorted down the corridor by the evil boys, he winced at the simple pair of girls flat shoes that were too tight for him. He was feeling very uncomfortable indeed. It was a hot muggy day in the height of summer, not the sort of weather for this get-up at all.

"Where are we going?" asked David nervously, wiping a film of sweat from his brow.

"Why we’re going to class of course", replied Tony smiling brightly.

"Bu – but my classroom’s the other way." He tried to pull away but the boys grabbed his arms and virtually dragged him along in what was the wrong direction.

"Not your lesson stupid! You’re coming to our next class, double Geography" Ashley explained matter of factly.

They entered an empty classroom at the end of the block.

"Oh good, nobody’s arrived yet. We can sit where we like" remarked Darren.

They went to the very back of the room and sat David down at a desk by the window. Tony was next to him and the other two sat just in front. Ashley fiddled with the blind until he found the right cord to raise it up, exposing them to the bright sunshine.

Soon the bell rang for the end of break and the rest of the class drifted in from outside. The other boys and girls noticed the new addition to their fifth year Geography class, and burst out laughing as they found their desks. Eventually Mrs Wilkins, the teacher for the class, entered the room.

Mrs Wilkins was a small, short-sighted woman in her late fifties. It was generally acknowledged amongst the teachers and pupils of Fairmount that this old widow was ‘a few sandwiches short of a picnic’. Nearly forty years of teaching had gradually reduced the poor woman’s mental capabilities to the extent that she often would stop in the middle of the sentence, and promptly forget what she was talking about. The school would have retired the poor dear along time ago, but there was a shortage of teachers in the county.

The old lady put down a big pile of books on her desk and collapsed on her chair.

"Good Mor - ning child – ren!" she sang loudly to the class.

"Good Mor - ning Miss - is Wil - kins!", the whole class sang back. It was a ritual that they didn’t mind, as she was one of the few teachers who never gave them a hard time about anything. If you didn’t hand your homework in on time, Mrs Wilkins was liable to forget that she had set any, and if she did remember, all you had to say was that you’d given it to her the day before!

"Now my petals, I’ve got a lot of marking to do, so would you mind awfully reading the chapter twelve, ‘Long-shore Drift’ quietly to yourselves." Mrs Wilkins took the first exercise book off the big stack and began her marking.

Some of the more academic minded students opened their text books while most of the class turned round and started chatting to their friends.

While the rest of the class, sat in the sweltering classroom in their rolled up shirtsleeves, blazers round the back of their chairs, David had to endure the sun’s heat magnified by the window, still fully dressed in all the itchy woollen clothes. His clammy legs stuck to his rough tights and skirt, and he felt the trickle of sweat run down his sides.

In desperation he tugged at the window latch. At least he could open the window and let a bit of air in, he thought. Unfortunately as this classroom was on the ground floor and there had been a lot of vandalism lately, the windows had been clamped shut by the caretaker.

Tony chuckled at David’s vain attempt to get some air and pulled a can of lemonade from his blazer pocket.

"Ahh what’s the mater David, feeling a bit hot under the collar are we? Let me help you cool down a bit then."

With that, Tony shook the can of fizzy drink wildly and then held right in front of his sissy slave’s face. On opening the can, the lemonade sprayed all over David’s face and hair, covering him with the sticky liquid.

While those in the class who’d seen what happened laughed out loud, Tony pulled up the bottom of David’s thick jumper and wiped his face with the coarse woollen cloth. Some of the lemonade had dripped down David’s neck and seeped under the collar of his rough cheesecloth blouse.

After thirty more minutes of sitting in his scratchy sticky garments, the reluctant cross-dresser felt extremely uncomfortable. To make matters worse, he started to need the toilet. Hoping he could hold on to the end of the lesson, David squeezed his legs together under his skirt. He didn’t like the way his girl’s panties itched round his testicles and penis, but it was either that or wet himself.

Ten minutes later and the urge to pee had grown stronger rather than subsiding. He squirmed around on his seat while rivers of perspiration poured down from his thick wavy hair. His lips tasted of a mixture of lipstick and salty sweat, and his face was hot and flushed.

"Tony," he finally whispered when he could stand it no longer. "I need to go to the toilet. Please let me out. I’m desperate!" he pleaded.

Tony had already noticed the tell-tale signs of somebody bursting for a pee, and was enjoying the suffering David was going through.

"No, I don’t think so" he calmly replied. "You can wait until the end of the lesson."

David moaned and stuck his hand over the front of his skirt and pressed his hand down over his urine filled willie. There was no way he’d last to the end of the lesson. Lunchtime wasn’t for another half an hour! He had to get out of there, and quick!

"Miss, Miss!" he shrieked, waving his spare hand in the air. Mrs Wilkins looked up from her desk and squinted as she tried to focus at the girl at the back of the class.

"Yes, what is it girl." The classroom erupted in laughter at the half-blind teacher’s mention of ‘girl’.

David ignored the vicious looks he was getting from the three boys around him and stood up.

"Please Miss. I need the bathroom!"

"Well go on then", answered Mrs Wilkins, who was used to her pupils leaving the class when they wanted without getting permission.

Tony leaned back in his chair to block David from getting past him, so he had no choice but to climb on his chair and then on his desk. It was a peculiar sight as the teenage boy clad in his long skirt and tights, scrambled onto his desk and then jumped down on the other side.

Mrs Wilkins gave him a strange look as he rushed past her and out the door of the classroom.

"And wipe that lipstick off while you’re there!" she called out as David left the room.

"I don’t know… girls of today!" she muttered under her breath as she went back to her marking.

David sprinted down the corridor, his full skirt billowing as he ran. His bladder had leaked a small amount of urine when he made his escape over the desk and it was now running down his tights and into his shoes. Eventually he arrived at the toilets and rushed inside.

He hurried to the long urinal, pulled down his wet tights and knickers half way down and took out his little boy cock. Holding the skirt up with his other hand he let out a long sigh as he sent a stream of piss into the trough at his feet. He was even hotter now than before, what with having just sprinted in all his hot itchy clothes. But at least he managed to save most of his pee for the toilet.

"Just what the hell do you think you’re doing!" came a loud voice behind him

He quickly swung his head round to see the Deputy Headmaster, standing hands on hips, with an incredulous look on his face.

"Are the girl’s toilets not working or something. I wasn’t told…" The Deputy Head stopped in mid-sentence as he caught sight of a boy’s lipstick covered face anxiously looking back at him.

He walked up to David who was still urinating strongly, and looked him up and down paying a lot attention to his little willie emptying it’s bladder.

Robert Bates was a thin man in his early forties about 6’1" tall. He was well aware that the kids called him ‘Deputy Head MASTERBATES" behind his back, but that didn’t concern him at all. He was feared by everybody, including the other teachers, and that was fine by him.

The teacher stood beside David and unzipped his fly, pulling out a long thick penis. He gave it a few pulls and soon he too was relieving himself in the urinal.

"What’s your name boy?"

"Err… David Merton sir. I can explain everything!" he eagerly told the Deputy."

"Well you can tell me up in my office. Follow me." The teacher finished pissing and tucked his cock back in his trousers. David hastily pulled up his underwear and followed the teacher to the administration building.

David Merton’s suffering was now surely over.

To Be Continued… (Part 5 on its way!)