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Towel Boy Chris (m-teens+m, rp, v, ws, tor, huml)
by dsc (dsc9@hotmail.com)
******
A high school junior is humiliated and tortured by a group of
seniors. Eventually a senior friend of his tries to save him only
to be ensnared in the mess as well.
*
This is a story of a junior humiliated by a group of arrogant
jocks. The characters in this story are entirely fictional and are
not designed to be real people. This story contains scenes of sex
between teens often unwilling ones. If this is not for you do not
read it. If your age or location makes it illegal for you to read
this then don't. This story may be disseminated but please give
credit where credit is due. That said please enjoy.
*
Chris is a junior at Central High who is 5' 11" with wavy blond
hair and blue eyes. He has one of those well-knit bodies that kids
get who have good genes and relies on just regular activity to
keep fit. He also has the cutest smile and turns a cute shade of
pink when he is embarrassed. He is a poor boy so he wears clothes
that are tight and show some age to school. The clothes show his
cute ass off to great effect.
Nick is the star quarterback at Central. He is also 5' 11" but has
dark hair and brown eyes. He has a body, which he has earned by
working out for looks not for bulk. He has a lot of money so he
dresses in the latest fashions, which fit him perfectly. He has
his choice of girls to go out with and has the cockiness some
would say arrogance of a high school stud.
The football team is favored to win the division again this year
but has suffered a loss. The towel boy, who Nick had chosen,
abruptly decided to go to Catholic school this year. No one could
understand why he transferred so suddenly nor why the team cared
so much but it might have had something to do with the hazing, as
Chris was to find out.
Chris was trying to find a seat at lunch when Nick called to him
to sit at his table. Chris was a little startled to hear Nick call
to him since the only times he ever talked to him was to call him
fag or to tell him to suck his dick. Nick was sitting with Will
the tight end. Will is 6' 4" tall and about 200. He has blond hair
and that corn fed look. Hidden behind his innocent face is a
streak of cruelty that many students had faced.
Chris was very hesitant to sit down. His crotch was still wet from
where some football players spat on it in study hall. His shirt
was to small to cover his crotch so it appeared he had pissed his
pants. Nick, seeing Chris's fear, said, "Go ahead, I want to talk
to you."
Nick was so nice during lunch. He and Chris discussed their mutual
love of alternative music and even agreed to meet at Nick's to
play guitar. They both ignored Will who just ate his lunch in
boredom.
Even though nothing happened for the rest of the day Chris was on
cloud 9. He was truly excited about going to Nick's house. This
was his ticket to popularity and he was determined not to blow it.
He was so excited that he had to piss. Right after the bell rang
he ran to the restroom to release his pent up bladder.
As soon as he got in the restroom he regretted going there. In the
restroom smoking were Don and CJ, the Wood brothers, who liked
nothing better than to humiliate kids who interrupt their smoke
break. Don, who at 6' 4" 250 dwarfed Chris, grabbed him and led
him to a toilet.
Chris is going down for the third time. Don picked a toilet that
hadn't been flushed for a while and had a bunch of boy piss in it.
He was giving Chris a lot of time between dunks so Chris was
getting a mouth and nose full of piss each time he tried to catch
his breath. Chris's hair is all matted to his head and his shirt
is starting to get wet. He looks like a drowned rat and smells
like a sewer. Even worse his long pent up bladder lets go and his
jeans get a huge wet spot.
Chris is trying his hardest not to cry but he is losing the
battle. He is beet red from the shame of his predicament. CJ and
Don are laughing hysterically.
CJ loves watching Don humiliate other people instead of him. CJ
decides that Chris would be more comfortable out of his wet
clothes. The Woods proceed to strip poor Chris to his jockeys and
Chris finally breaks down. Chris's jockeys have a huge yellow spot
from his piss and his whole body is pink from the embarrassment.
CJ grabs Chris's clothes and puts them in a pile. "Here's the deal
Chris if you want your clothes back then suck our dicks otherwise
we burn them."
Chris really doesn't want to lose these clothes. In addition to
being his favorite clothes he doesn't want to walk a mile to
Nick's house in his jockeys.
He can't drive yet and his mom is at work. But he isn't gay and
knows he never will live it down if he sucks them off. Through his
sobs he tells them to go ahead and burn his clothes. CJ breaks his
new lighter drenching Chris's clothes in lighter fluid. Don lights
them up and they burn to ashes.
Just then Nick rushes in and fells the Wood boys with well-placed
kicks to the groin. He lends Chris his shirt, which covers him up
some and takes him to his car to drive him to his house. Chris
stops his sobbing and calms down a little. He can't believe that
Nick has actually saved him from members of the football team.
CJ and Don high five each other and are cracking up. They can't
believe how well Nick's plan is working. Chris looked like a lost
puppy when Nick 'saved' him from them. It's not everyday you get
to humiliate a guy and help sent him up for even greater
humiliation.
Chris is cleaning up in Nick's shower. He can't believe how cool
Nick is being.
He even told Chris he has nothing to be ashamed of body wise. Nick
laid out some nice clothes for Chris. The rest of the afternoon
went famously for Chris.
They had a great time playing guitars and Chris looked like a
million bucks in Nick's outfit. Chris looked so good in Nick's
clothes he decided to wear them to school the next day. The day
went so well for Chris. Not only did he look terrific no one is
bothering him at all. He sat with Nick and Will and lunch.
During lunch he got to give both Don and CJ wedgies and wrote
Chris's bitch on the back of their shirts. To top it off Melissa
this super hot cheerleader actually asked him to lunch. During
lunch Nick asked Chris to be the towel boy for this year. Seeing
that Nick was being such a good friend and thing were going so
well Chris said yes in a heartbeat.
While the team was practicing and working up a good sweat Chris
was getting the towel ready for the team. He is in his towel boy
uniform of a wife beater t-shirt and a small pair of tidy whites.
The wife beater is also kind of tight so his body is really
showing. He is fairly pink from embarrassment but he figures is
Nick wants him to wear it how bad can it be. The team returned
from the practice all sweaty and ready for a hot shower.
As Chris handed out the towel to the athletes they all slapped him
on his back or patted his ass and truly accepted him. Even Don and
CJ seemed to accept him. As the jocks showered Chris started
daydreaming about his upcoming date with Melissa. Nick was his
ticket to popularity and Chris wasn't going to blow it. Just then
Chris's daydream was interrupted by Nick screaming in pain and
asking for the bengay.
Chris ran to get the bengay and straight into the shower. When he
got there Nick surprised him and got him in a full nelson. CJ,
Don, and Will ripped off Chris's uniform. Out came the indelible
markers. They wrote all over Chris's body. Fag on his forehead,
cunt on his chest, kick me on his back, put on his arms, boy raper
on his legs, fuck hole on his ass, and on and on and on.
For a half an hour they wrote and wrote on Chris. Chris did all he
could not to cry but all he could do was sob and ask Nick why.
Nick just laughed called him a naive pussy for believing that he
was Nick's friend. When the markers at long last were put away
Chris thought it was over. But Will came in with some jump ropes
and tied him to the showerheads.
They then took turns whipping poor Chris with wet towels. Chris
was in ungodly pain. His ass, thighs, and back were all covered in
welts. Chris was screaming. They boys just laughed as they gave
Chris something to cry about.
After an hour of the torture they finally stopped. Chris thought
the initiation was finally over but not yet. Will, with a sneer on
his face, told Chris that if he wanted let down Chris needed to
suck them off. Chris said hell no he wasn't a queer. Will grabbed
one foot, Nick the other, and the Woods whipped his feet with the
towels. Chris caved in less than a minute.
They untied Chris and tied his hands behind his back. Nick grabbed
his ears and forced his dick into Chris's mouth. Chris was
mortified. He started to sob and gag on the dick and just knew his
life was over. Nick was in heaven he lived to humiliate cute kids
like Chris. Nick fucked Chris's face for a solid 20 minutes then
it was Will's turn. Just when Chris thought it couldn't get any
worse he felt a hard, greasy presence at his asshole. Nick was
shoving the plunger up his ass.
Nick didn't want to hurt Chris so he greased it up real good with
bengay. It felt like his ass was getting ripped apart. Then the
bengay kicked in and his ass was on fire. Will was getting the
ride of his life. Chris's screams caused his throat to vibrate
giving Will an awesome blowjob. Chris wanted to die. By the time
the team was done he was a fucked up pig.
The team had forced him to suck 28 dicks and fucked his ass to
orgasm4 times with the plunger. His face was covered with cum, as
was his hair. His body was welt and writing covered. His bladder
had let go so he smelled just horrid. Chris wanted to just go home
and die. The team dressed him in a fresh towel boy uniform and got
ready to take him to the rave. After all they couldn't disappoint
Missy could they?
Chris is a complete mess. There is no other way to describe him.
His hair is plastered with cum. His lips are swollen and bruised
from sucking off so many dicks. His body is covered with vile and
humiliating graffiti that shows through his flimsy wife beater and
jockeys. He reeks of the cum that is covering much of his face and
chest. He is pink from humiliation. He has to piss like crazy. And
to top it all off his ass is still burning and has been opened big
time by the bengay treated plunger.
For the long ride to the rave everyone piles into Nick's car. Nick
is driving, Will is front seat passenger, while poor Chris is in
the back in between Don and CJ. Despite all that has happened
Chris still believes that Nick will save him from having to go to
the rave. As bad as today has been he can't face the prospect of
appearing like this in front of all the cool kids at his school,
including girls, at a rave.
Don and CJ love nothing better than humiliating wimps like Chris.
Chris is only beginning to pay for the wedgie and the graffiti
they had to wear around the school all day today. They didn't like
that part of Nick's plan bud had to admit this was so worth it.
After all no one else really would mess with them even with
Chris's bitch on their back since they were known to terrorize
anyone who dared stand up to Don.
CJ and Don were playing torture. Chris had his hands taped behind
his back so this thighs were open for the Woods to beat. They
asked Chris one simple question his name. The answer they wanted
was football team fuck toy. The only problem is that they didn't
tell Chris that. So poor Chris would get asked for his name and
have to guess a degrading answer only to get a solid punch to the
thigh.
CJ "What is your name?"
Chris "cunt lips"
"Punch! Punch!"
Don "What is your name?"
Chris "fagboy"
"Punch! Punch!"
Chris must have tried 50 degrading names like cumdump, buttlicker,
cocksucker, pluger ass, and god only knows what else before he
finally got the correct answer. By that time his charlie-horses
had charlie-horses and he was screaming hysterically.
The thigh punching at least had served to take his mind off his
bladder, which now was calling, to him. Chris begged Nick to pull
over so he could go to the bathroom. Nick knew he couldn't hold it
any longer so he decided to pull over Nick pulled down Chris's
shorts so he could pee. This small gesture was enough to convince
Chris he may be able to avoid the rave. Chris started begging to
be taken home. He would do anything to avoid being the total
laughing stock he knew he would be if he went to that rave.
Chris "Come on Nick haven't I had enough." "I'll do anything you
want. I'll suck you off. I'll carry your books. Do your chores. I
have $250 you can have it."
Nick "I'll tell you what. It's 8:30. The rave will be in full
force at 12:00. If you can keep us entertained until then we will
take you home and keep you to ourselves."
Chris wasn't to thrilled with that deal but felt he had no choice
so he agreed.
"I don't know about you guys but I'm hungry," Nick said as he went
to his trunk. The boys had packed a good deli tray for themselves
for after practice.
Chris's fun delayed them for several hours but the food was still
good.
When the boys were done making the sandwiches it was time to feed
Chris. Nick found three cans of dog food in his trunk and his
dog's dish and filled the dish up for Chris to eat. Chris was
beyond humiliated into shock. Since his arms were still behind his
back he couldn't prevent the boys from pushing his face into the
dish, which they did repeatedly. The smell and taste of the food
were revolting. Chris wanted to die. But he did it because he
didn't want to go to that rave.
Of course Nick had no intention of taking Chris home and he also
had CJ taking pictures with a digital camera for a website coming
to a computer near Chris soon. When Chris finally finished the
food including licking the dish he wanted to vomit. He also had a
face covered in Alpo.
The next task was even worse. Chris had to lick the shoes and feet
of his tormentors. Chris had the worst case of dry mouth. The boys
were drinking beers and having a good old time as Chris was
licking shoes and socks eating to jam. Finally at 9:45 Chris
finished with the shoes and feet.
"You know I have to piss," said Nick. Each boy in turn agreed that
he had to piss too. "Well we have to piss. Chris is thirsty."
Looks like we have a match here" Now Chris had to drink all of
their piss. One spilled drop and it was off to the rave. Chris
somehow managed to drink all of their piss. It tasted so strong
and so bad he wanted to puke. But Chris fought the bile that came
up his throat and some how held on.
It was now 10:15 and Chris had an hour to go. The boys were horny
now and only Chris was around. "Well I'll tell you what. If you
let us fuck you and we don't all cum by 11:30 you can go home."
Chris wasn't gay but he also didn't want to be publicly
humiliated. He didn't harbor any illusions about Nick being his
friend anymore but figured his word was go so decided to go for
it.
Chris, "Ok I'll do it."
Nick, "No Beg."
Chris, "Please, please fuck me."
CJ went first. CJ had a 7-inch dick and decided to use no lube.
Chris was in a lot of pain. CJ loved it. CJ fucked like a man
possesed he lasted only until 10:30. Chris was relieved until he
saw the clock. He needed to make them last longer.
Don came next. Don had a good sized dick. He also fucked roughly.
Chris was now voiceless he had screamed so loud when don fucked
him. He just lay and sobbed. The clock said 10:45.
Will was next. As cruel as he was his dick was fairly small. But
he came very fast it was only 10:50. Will though did smack Chris's
face the entire time leaving prints all over it.
Now it was Nick's turn and Chris had all but given up hope. Nick
though was taking his time stripping and actually caressing and
whspering to Chris. It's ok baby. I've lasted 40 minutes before.
Just caress my cock with your ass and who knows you may just make
it.
Nick kept up the sweet talk and Chris did his best to give Nick a
good fuck.
Chris kept trying to lose consciousness but wasn't able to. Every
time he was about to escape the site and sound of the clock
brought him back. Back to the pain and the shame of Nick's rape of
his ass and his rising cock.
At 11:29 Nick finally came and just laughed. What did you think?
That I can't control my dick. I just wanted a good fuck and you
gave it to me. Thanks.
Just then Chris realized just how cruel Nick could be.
Chris couldn't believe how low he sunk nor how stupid he was. Not
only had he sucked off the team, been written on, and permitted
himself to get fucked; he had fallen for Nick's scam hook, line
and sinker. To top it off Chris's bladder let go soaking his
briefs in the foul yellow piss.
As much as Chris wanted to resign himself to his fate and take the
upcoming humiliation like a man he couldn't resist one more plea
to the boys better natures. "Just look at me guys. What use am I
going to be at the party?
I'll take a cab just please don't make me go into that rave." Nick
thought about it for all of 3 seconds and put Chris in his trunk.
Fortunately for Chris the trip from the spot in the woods he
degraded himself in to the rave was a short 5 minutes. Chris
didn't think it was possible for it to get any worse. He was a
mess from head to toe and knew that he would be totally unable to
raise his head in school ever again. He could still taste the dog
food and piss the boys fed him. His ass was still bleeding and
leaking cum from the brutal fuckings. There wasn't a place on his
body unmarred by graffiti. In short he was a sadistic teens wet
dream.
The rave was being held in an abandoned barn in the middle of
nowhere. The sound of new age music could be heard for a mile.
Nick met the guard, Bret, at the door and showed his invitation.
The guard, who was a local college boy earning extra money,
laughed hysterically at Chris. He was pledge master of his frat
and even he never went this far.
It was sights like this, which made this job worthwhile. There was
often some poor punk humiliated at these things and as a guard he
often took part in the humiliation. This one was a live wire. As
humiliated as Chris was the guard could see a bulge in his pants
that showed that Chris liked it at least a little.
Nick knew to have Chris pay his respects to the guard so he sent
him over.
Bret told Chris to clean his boots. Chris didn't want to but when
Bret took out his stun gun Chris sank to his knees and started
licking. Bret's boots tasted terrible. His family was a bunch of
farmers and he had been cleaning out his horse's stables earlier
in the day. When the boots were cleaned to Bret's satisfaction it
was time for Chris to come in.
The party had come to a standstill. The music stopped and all the
partiers were lined up in a gauntlet for poor Chris. Chris had to
go to each person in the gauntlet and ask him or her to spit on
his face. Chris rebelled he wouldn't do it.
Bret was hoping for this. It was his job to help persuade
reluctant little pussy boys that they were indeed pussy boys. Bret
had even picked up fresh batteries for his stun gun. Bret touched
the stun gun to Chris's arm and was rewarded with a blood curdling
scream. Chris could not believe the pain. His whole arm went numb
and he collapsed to the dirt. Despite the pain Chris was not ready
to degrade himself that way yet. So Bret touched the stun gun to
his thigh. Chris screamed again and said he would do it.
So Chris went to each attendee and begged each one to spit on him.
Chris was beet red with embarrassment. He was also soaked in over
200 hawkers. Both boys and girls spat on his face and in his
mouth. His hair and face were soaked. Even Missy had spat on him.
He was far past trying to salvage his reputation he was simply
trying not to die.
No one in the history of the world was as thoroughly devastated as
he had been that night and the rave was still young. Up on stage
was an old fashioned set of stocks. Chris couldn't believe that
they could have been for him but there they were. Bret dragged
Chris's slumped form up to the stage for his final humiliation.
Chris was put in and they were locked. Chris was freaking out now
and screaming his fool head off.
Then he saw the paddle in Nick's had.
From 12:00 until 5 poor Chris was in those stocks and alternated
between being paddled and begging to be fucked. Every guy in there
got a chance at him and something like 40 took part. He got
paddled something like 200 times and fucked nearly 50. Finally it
was over. At least until Monday at school.
Mike was sick to his stomach. He was at the rave and saw poor
Chris get raped and humiliated by all his friends. Mike and Chris
went to the same elementary school. They lived only a few houses
apart.
Unlike Chris, Mike is a natural athlete. He had gone to state on
the track team and was almost certainly going to do so again this
year. In addition to that he was a nearly straight A student and
had a job after school. He was able to afford a wardrobe that
while not the latest style fit him well and was in good shape. His
body was. A chest that was not over built but impressive and legs
that were both powerful and well proportioned.
During track season he could be seen running shirtless through the
halls after school. Not only students but teachers often timed
their departure from school for the day so they could see Mike and
his delectable body up close. As if that weren't enough he was a
truly nice guy. Literally no one had a bad thing to say about
Mike.
It was Mike's decency that lead him to call Chris after the party.
Chris was taken straight home after the party even Nick and his
friends realized that Chris couldn't take anymore. As soon as Mike
heard Chris's voice he knew it was worse than he thought. Chris
couldn't stop sobbing and babbling. All he could say is I wish I
were dead. I need a gun. I can't go back to school. Mike decided
to stay the night at Chris's house. Looking at Chris's body made
Mike feel ashamed. He didn't try hard enough to get Nick to choose
another pigeon. He had no idea how far they would go.
He had been hazed but it was nothing like this. The team all
suspected that Chris was gay but still no one deserved this.
Chris's ass was shredded. All that graffiti was just beyond the
top. Mike knew that Chris needed a break. There was no way that he
could take anymore of the constant degradation. Chris had been
through shit that no one decent would wish on his worst enemy.
Mike made his decision he would step in for Chris for a week. They
would never be as harsh with him as they had been with Chris. Sure
he would have to be naked a lot but hell he has a nice body and he
was a tough kid. He was beaten by the whole track team during his
hazing for 2 minutes. Sure it hurt like a son of a bitch but he
took it. What were a few welts in the cause of team work. The
grace he suffered his initiation helped cement his rep as an all
around great guy.
Chris couldn't believe that Mike would make such an offer. He
thought there had to be some catch but he was so weak he gave in
to his natural naivety and chose to believe. Mike let Chris cry
himself to sleep in his arms. He didn't have a gay bone in his
body but knew that Chris needed the friendly touch that Mike gave
him. When they woke up Chris ran straight to the shower. Chris had
been in there for an hour the night before trying to scrub himself
clean. It wasn't just the graffiti he was trying to scrub away. As
sore as his ass was from the gang bang Chris scrubbed his anus raw
trying to get it clean. No matter how much he scrubbed he still
felt dirty.
Even that special soap his dad used in his auto garage that
cleaned the filthiest hands did nothing. Everyone in school would
know what he did. In the shower that morning he started crying
again. He had to step out of the shower before he was done so Mike
could use it.
While Mike was showering Chris got dressed. He wore some of his
dad's clothes to school because he wanted to hide not only the
graffiti but any sexuality his body might possess. The clothes
were huge on him but they did as good a job of covering him as
could be done. Only his hands and face were showing. Both had
graffiti on them but it was the best he could do.
At least thanks to Mike he would get to keep them on.
When Mike was done with his shower he got dressed. Since he was
stepping in for Chris he had to wear the clothes Chris was going
to have to wear. His clothes consisted of a very small t-shirt and
a small flimsy pair of running shorts. They were intended to be
tight on Chris who was smaller than Mike so they were very small
on him. This would be an unusual treat for his fans at school. As
good as his body was he never showed it off this way during the
school day.
For someone who was going to face a day of humiliation Mike was
strangely self assured. On his it was self assurance not
arrogance. Chris was understandably jumpy. His ordeal left him
barely able to walk and so jumpy that even Mike couldn't touch him
this morning. Even though he tried to hide the graffiti what could
be seen prompted reactions from grins that were trying to be
suppressed to hysterical laughter. Chris felt so miserable. He
just stared at his shoes with his back slumped up and kind of
shuffled to his seat. The fact that Mike was going to take his
measure of humiliation lead to guilt in poor Chris.
The looks at Mike ranged from puzzlement to out right lust in some
of the less discrete people. The bus driver in particular really
liked Mike's outfit. The flimsy running shorts showed Mike's ample
package and the bus driver was a notorious size queen at the local
gay bar. Mike walked with his usual sure and steady gait to the
seat Mike and Chris shared. Mike actually liked the lustful looks
as they made him feel good about himself.
The bus ride was all to short for Chris. As bad as the whispering
on the bus was these were his people. There wasn't a guy on this
bus who hadn't had a run in with Nick and his friends and been
embarrassed. While no one had had anything like the ordeal Chris
had had they realized that it could have been them.
There was a huge crowd outside the school. They were waiting for
Chris to arrive in his t-shirt and shorts. To say they were
shocked when they saw Mike in them was an understatement. As angry
as Nick was that Chris was covered up he had to admit that this
could really be fun. Nick was insanely jealous of Mike. Mike was
always getting good grades and was so respected by the
underclassmen. Nick was only feared by them. Even though Nick was
in a classical sense a more handsome guy Mike had a charisma and a
smile that could not be touched. Mike, that low class poor boy,
was going to pay and pay in spades for standing up to Nick.
Under the rules of having a stand in for the poor towel boy Nick
could require Chris to shadow poor Mike for the duration of the
day, which he felt, would increase the humiliation for Mike and
the guilt for Chris. Nick got a quick start. He called both Chris
and Mike up in front of the assembled crowd. Chris really wanted
to sink into the earth at this time. He was really pink under his
dad's clothes. Mike was starting to get a little nervous. The look
on Nick's face showed his true feelings of anger with Mike. It was
beginning to dawn on Mike that Nick would be quite cruel with him.
Nick blew his coaches whistle and the crowd drew silent. There had
to be something like 250 kids out in front of that school. Plus
all the busses were picking up Jr. High kids to take to school as
well. They knew a kid was going to get degraded and wanted to see
it.
Nick explained to the crowd the rules of the game since no one had
ever voluntarily stepped in like this before. Because Mike was a
senior he could not be hazed in the same way as Chris could have.
Mike would have to agree to any sexual activity except a kiss and
being jacked off. No degrading word could be written on Mike
unless he had actually done it. So if Mike was to have cock sucker
written on him then he had to actually do it.
On the other had Mike could not resist an order. If Nick told him
to do something he had to do it. Any failure to do that and Chris
was back in the hot seat. Chris had to do anything to Mike, short
of oral or anal rape, that the gang said. In short Mike was a non
sexual slave to Nick and his gang of friends.
As a first step Chris was told to strip Mike to his underwear. The
striptease was to be slow and sensual. Chris started with Mike's
shirt.
Chris was ordered to lift Mike's shirt up slowly and to gently
pull it off.
Then he had to untie Mike's shoes and take them off. Next came the
socks and finally the shorts. It was the shorts that really made
Chris feel like shit. He had to knew and very slowly tug down the
jogging shorts. All Mike had on was a very small pair of
underwear. They were boy's size 16, which was at least 2 sizes to
small for Mike. In addition they were very worn.
Mike's growing cock could be seen very well through the flimsy
fabric. In point of fact the only reason that Mike was wearing
them at all was that the administration made it clear that public
nudity would not be tolerated.
There had to be some form of clothing or the hazing would stop. So
Nick gave in.
As bad as Chris felt Mike felt pretty good. The silence of the
crowd was replaced by hooting and cheering. But there also were
some gasps when the true greatness of Mike's body was starting to
be appreciated. He was a true stud. The underwear was not very
good at covering him and his dick was starting to grow.
Then Nick gave the next order. Chris had to give Mike a nice long
French kiss. Once Nick was satisfied that the kiss was intense
enough, the timing began. They had to kiss for three solid
minutes. That may not seem like a long time but you try kissing a
dude in front of a crowd of your peers when you are not gay. Chris
felt like whale shit. He knew how devastated Mike had to be. And
it was Chris making it happen. As bad a Chris felt though his dick
was rock hard. He had a crush on Mike and was actually a little
disappointed that Mike hadn't fucked him last night. This of
course made Chris feel even worse. To be getting enjoyment out of
the shame he was putting Mike through was beyond the pale. But it
was too late for Chris.
Once Mike agreed to this if Chris refused to help shame Mike then
they both were towel boys for the rest of the year. That would of
course be the worst of both worlds. So Chris soldiered on in the
kiss of shame.
Mike was beginning to realize just what he was getting into. This
kiss was very embarrassing. Chris was a nice kid but he was
getting of on this. Add to that the humiliating little boy undies
and Mike was beginning to get embarrassed. But he kept thinking of
poor Chris at that rave. He wouldn't have treated his worst enemy
that way. He honestly feared that Chris would harm himself if he
had to go through any more humiliation. So Mike steeled himself
and decided to soldier on. Finally the 3 minutes were up and it
was time to go to homeroom.
Mike knew this was going to be a long, long day. His homeroom
teacher, Mr. King, could not believe his eyes. He came Mike in
nothing but a small thing of underwear. Even in his underwear Mike
managed that confident grin when he said hi Mr. King. This was
unreal. Mr. King was on of those teachers who timed his leaving to
see Mike running shirtless. He had even taken a shirt of Mike's
home with him one night so he could jack off.
To say that this scene got his blood rolling was a tremendous
understatement. And to think I have Mike three times today. Once
in study hall, once in military science, and finally at the end of
the day as my gym aid. This was too good. In came Chris in his
baggy clothes. It was clear that he was upset and even worse he
had difficulty walking. It didn't take a gay rocket scientist to
figure out that Chris had been raped recently and raped but good.
When Chris sat down next to Mike instead of asking Mr. King for
help on his assignment from the night before he put 2 and 2
together and figured out that Chris was the new towel boy and that
Mike had stepped in for him.
Normally Mr. King didn't allow any hazing in his classroom but he
had orders from the principal to permit it or else. So he had to
let Mike take his lumps. He hoped that no one would notice his
lumps. Since the school had block scheduling each class was an
hour and a half. Getting to watch a stud like Mike in his
underwear getting hazed for four and a half hours plus lunch duty
to make five hours total was going to be great. He just hoped it
didn't get to rough on Mike as it was obvious that Chris couldn't
tolerate any more abuse. Plus he was so hot he couldn't wait to
see what Mike had in store for him.
Mr. King didn't have long to wait. He couldn't even finish taking
attendance before Chris and Mike were called up front. Nick had a
permanent marker in his hand. Here you go Chris. I want you to
write his new name on his forehead. His new name is boy kisser.
Then write towel boy across his chest and back. Chris tried to say
how sorry he was but Mike told him to do it. Mr. King was just
about in heat and he wasn't the only one.
This was a hot scene and it was going to get hotter. Mike was
definitely turning pink. He honestly didn't count on Nick being so
cruel and he was only getting started. He also didn't count on his
dick growing. That damned pair of undies was rubbing against it
and causing it to grow. Also no matter how good your body looks it
is impossible to be naked in front of a bunch of your peers
without getting excited.
Now Mike you are up to the next bit of fun. You are going to lay
on the table and allow yourself to be tickled. You will be tickled
in front of the class for the rest of this class period or until
you pee. You can avoid this by having Chris revert back to being
towel boy. You can get 4 five minute breaks. The first one you
have to suck Chris's armpits and mine.
The second break you will clean our shoes. The third one we will
draw make up on your face. Your fourth break we will shave you
from neck to toes.
Sound fun Mikey sure you won't give in.
Both Mike and Chris swallowed hard. They knew how ticklish Mike
was. When they wrestled on sleepovers if Chris was losing he would
simply tickle Mike to get him to let go. They were both afraid
that Mike may give in before the time was up. Mike was just going
to have to take it. The rest of the study hall was in for some
fun.
Mike swallowed hard and laid on the table. Nick and Chris started
in on the tickling with Mikey's ribs. Mike immediately started
laughing hysterically.
He was having a terrible time breathing. Mr. King was watching
Mike's beautiful writhing form with undisguised lust. This was a
truly great scene. Mike was in agony. He didn't want to a break
early but this was pure agony. After only 10 minutes he asked for
his first break. It was time for some good old fashioned pit
licking. Mike was mortified. Chris's pits smelled. He was sweating
so bad from all of those clothes that the taste was nasty.
At least there was no hair but still it was awful. Chris was
embarrassed as well. His torso was covered in all that graffiti
and he had to be shirtless so that Mike could like his pits. Mike
was so humiliated. The whole class was laughing at him and now it
was time to lick Nick. Nick took off his shirt. Even people who
hated Nick's attitude had to admit that his body was hot. The
girls were swooning. Nick's pits were ghastly. They had plenty of
hair and trapped a bunch of sweat. It was all Mike could do to
avoid puking. He was a tough kid but really was thinking of
caving. Only the thought of Chris killing himself kept him from
caving.
As revolted as he was from the task of licking those pits Mike was
sad to hear that time was up. It was time for some pit work. They
started tickling him mercilessly. He could feel the urine welling
up. Mike was totally hysterical. He sounded like a little girl.
Tears were beginning to flow. Mike was so ticklish. This was total
hell. He couldn't live down pissing his pants like a little kid.
He asked for a second break.
If the pits were bad the feet were worse. Chris's were clean but
Nick's were nasty. He hadn't washed them in a week. There was toe
jam there and Mike wanted to puke. This was so low. The whole
study hall was chanting lick those feet Mikey. What does to jam
taste like Mikey? They were having a blast. The utter humiliation
of a stud was just what the doctor ordered for this study hall.
Mike was near breaking. This was bad. The class was only about 35
minutes over. He had just under an hour to go. They started in on
his feet next.
Mike was crying openly now. This was so horrible. He was literally
shaking. Just as he was about to piss he asked for his third
break. He lasted just 5 minutes. Nick and Chris made up Mike with
permanent markers they did his nails. Chris knew how humiliating
this was. Mike was no longer a confident teen. He was instead a
embarrassed girl boy. He looked really dumb. He was bright red
from blushing. He was a laughing stock as the whole study hall was
laughing and calling him names. Hey Michelle you look real pretty.
You want a nice cream stick. Mike was so sorry he had agreed to
this but he had to go on. This humiliation was just too much to
bear but he had to bear it.
Mike asked for his last break without even being touched. He had
hoped the shaving would take long enough to take up the rest of
the period. It didn't. Mike felt like such a weenie. He looked
like some sort of deranged sissy boy. In his dreams he thought
that he would take this with dignity and grace and be a hero.
Instead he was covered with graffiti, shaved, and crying. Everyone
was laughing at him and he still had table time left.
Nick and Chris attacked poor Mike with a vengeance. Mike peed his
pants.
Finally the tickling was over. Mike was ashamed of peeing but at
least he was able to breath.
There was 20 minutes left. Enough time for one final humiliation.
Mike had to put his piss stained undies on his head and jack off.
The class gasped.
They could believe piss boy as Mike was now known was being told
to do that.
That was so nasty. Mike did it for his friend though.
Of course the briefs went onto his head. Mikes prick was already
hard. He wanted to die. This was so bad. I don't care how tuff you
are you can't not want to die while jacking off in front of a
jeering crowd.
The crowd was jeering, "Piss boy, fag bait, crybaby," were just
some of the names he was called. This was so shameful. Mike was
naked and pissed covered and beet red. He could not live this
down. Finally he came in Chris's hand. Chris rubbed the sperm all
over Mike's face. As a final touch, they wrote the new names on
his torso face and limbs. Mike was going to have a long day.
Mr. King on the other hand was going to have a great day.
Nick couldn't believe how well today was turning out. At first he
was royally pissed. I mean who was Mike to save that dweeb Chris
from the shameful acts he deserved. Mike was always trying to make
it easier on the wimps Nick liked to pick on. Even worse Mike was
a poor kid just like Chris and actually should have been treated
just like him. Nick had been worried that Mike might last the week
and the hazing would have had to stop. Who could have known how
ticklish Mike was? It was not even 10:00 and Mike already was
covered with piss and partially broken. There was no way on earth
that Mike would last a week so Nick would get to break Mike and
haze Chris. After this not only would Mike not interfere with
Nick's fun no one would. Chris would have undisputed power over
the entire football team and the school.
Mike was in a real bad way. His face was covered with cum and his
underwear was wet with urine. They also smelled. He had a hard
time catching his breath and was really red. He had totally
humiliated himself in study hall and with that Mr. King was going
to let him be humiliated even more. It was clear to everyone that
Mr%2e. King was getting off on this scene and would do nothing to
stop it. Mike had to face another three classes and lunch. The
humiliation was so intense that Mike doubted he could take it.
Mike had expected a little pain. Nudity. Maybe being written on
but not this. He had kissed Chris. He had licked arm pits. He had
licked feet and ate toe jam. He had pissed himself and now he was
a billboard to all that he did. To top it off he had pissed
himself. For a guy who was respected, popular, and liked this was
the beginning of a nightmare. He didn't want to let Chris down but
was not sure how much more he could take. His goal now was to last
the day. Chris would have to make do with the one day break Mike
was buying him.
Chris was so ashamed this nightmare was all his fault. His friend
Mike would not be in this fix if it weren't for him. How could he
have been so stupid to think that Nick was his friend? It was bad
enough that he had bee defiled but Mike was now going to be ruined
too. And Chris not only couldn't stop Mike's ruination but had to
participate in it. If Chris didn't obey an order they both were
going to be towel boys. If Mike made it through today maybe they
both could drop out.
Mike's second class was shop. Mike was good friends with the guy
who taught it and was one of the best students in the class. This
class was going to be a piece of cake. Mike didn't count on the
teacher being absent and a sub being there instead. Mr. Simpatico
was the sub for today. Nick could not believe his luck. Mr.
Simpatico would let them do anything they wanted.
Nick knew that Mr. Simpatico raised pot on his farm and threatened
to tell the Superintendent if he didn't get to do what he wanted.
Today's lesson was going to be paddle making and Nick couldn't
wait.
Nick decided that Mike and Chris would have to make the paddle
together.
They could take as long to make it as they wanted but Mike would
get one swat for each minute it took. If they didn't finish it
this period then Mike had to let Chris be hazed from that point
on.
Mike took the piece of oak that Nick handed him and tried not to
tremble.
The oak was two feet long, a foot wide, and worst of all an inch
thick.
Nick had a design for Mike to work with and had a specific paddle
in mind.
The finished paddle would be able to be wielded with two hands and
have holes drilled in it. Combined with the presence of homerun
prince, Mark, in this class meant that Mike was in for a long hour
and a half.
It took 35 minutes for the team of Mike and Chris to make the
paddle. Not only did they have to cut the paddle and drill the
holes but they needed to sand the paddle to. Mike could not
believe that he had to make the instrument of his own destruction.
Chris tried to help but he was too ashamed to even think clearly.
For the second time today Mike was forced to take his underwear
off and stand naked before his peers. Even though the class was
all boys there were a few gasps when the underwear was removed.
Mike's dick was getting hard again and was an impressive sight.
More than one guy in there was envious of Mike's body if not his
predicament. Mike assumed the position of hands grasping ankles
with his ass facing Mark.
Mark was an incredible power hitter. He had the fastest bat speed
of anyone who ever had played baseball at Central. He also was
able to swing with incredible accuracy over and over again. In
short this was going to hurt like hell.
Mark took one practice swing to get the position right and started
the paddling. The first shot was like fire on Mike's ass. Mike was
a good kid and had only been paddled by his dad one time in sixth
grade. The school no longer paddled so it had been years since
Mike felt the wood. Mike was determined to tough it out and would
not cry out. On swat six Mike heard a scream could it me him. By
swat 10 Mike was crying. And still the swats continued. Swat after
swat on his ass. His ass turned red then it bruised.
Blisters started to form where the holes hit him. And still the
paddling continued. Finally after Mike was sobbing like a baby the
35th swat fell.
Mark was not even winded. The last swat was just as strong as the
first.
The whole thing had taken a mere 20 minutes. There were 35 minutes
left to play with Mike.
Mike was in so much pain he was shaking. His ass was ruined. Plus
he had totally passed out. His eyes were red and puffy from his
tears and his voice was hoarse from his tears. Mike was in bad,
bad shape. He also was determined to last the day. So when Mike
was asked if he wanted to go on he said yes.
The next game was simple. Each kid in the shop class was given an
index card. On the index card was a vile name. Mike had to go to
each kid and without seeing the card decide if he wanted to be
have the name written on him with the indelible marker or take a
swat from the kid. Nick was being particularly generous. If Mike
saw a word and decided he didn't want to have it written on him
after he agreed to have it written on him; he could change his
mind. But the kid got to hit him twice.
There were 30 kids in the class counting Mike but Nick was a guest
so there were still 30 kids. Mike knew there was no way he could
take 30 hits so he decided to take each card. Then if a word was
too bad he could take 2 hits and control the number of hits his
sore ass would take. Mike ended up changing his mind 5 times for
10 more hits. The rest of the kids got to write on Mike. Nearly
every guy in that room was hard from this game. They liked Mike
but what teen is not going to enjoy being cruel to a peer. Mike
had his whole body written on. The only 5 cards he refused to take
were the ones that involved his face. He was covered with words
like puto, pussy, fagboy, cuntlips, and asslicker. He had drawings
on his stomach and instructions on his back. In short he was a
humiliated pussy boy. Plus his ass hurt like hell and it was only
the beginning of lunch.
While he walked to lunch Mike was jeered by all his peers. He was
being laughed at and pointed at and had his photo taken. He was
being called a fag and a coward and worse. Nick was making him
walk with a leash on his neck which was being held in Nick's had.
Mike couldn't believe he had actually agreed to this degradation.
Worse yet the day wasn't even half over. What was a boy to do?
Nick decided to stop at the bathroom before lunch. He, Will, CJ,
Don, Chris, and of course Mike went into the boys room. The other
people left when Nick asked them to. Nick found a toilet with some
piss in it and had all the guys add to it. For the next 10 minutes
the guys took turns dunking Mike's head into the toilet and
holding it there. When they finished they told him to stand in
front of the mirror and open his mouth. They each spat into his
open mouth and Mike even blew his nose into it. Mike wanted to gag
but knew better. He just took it. He took a good long look at
himself in that mirror. He was appalled at what he saw. His
awesome body was a wreck.
Had no hair on him, the graffiti was nasty. He still had traces
of cum and of course he had urine and spit on his face. He knew
that this was not going to be easily lived down. He couldn't
believe how low he was sinking.
Would this never end? But the worst was his dick. The underwear
was making it hard again and it was so humiliating.
Mike was standing up on the lunch table while Chris kneeled behind
him. In Chris's hand was a corn cob. It didn't take a lot of
imagination to see where that cob was going to go. Chris had until
the end of lunch to make Mike cum. If he didn't then Mike was
going to get another 30 with the paddle from Mark. To stay to the
rule against nudity Nick hung a piece of saran wrap in front of
Mike's dick. The lunch room liked his sense of humor.
Mike was in a special kind of hell. He was a straight jock and
here he was getting fucked by his friend Chris with a corn cob.
Worse half the school was looking on and jeering him. Such names
and jeers. Fuck him hard Chris.
Turn him into a cunt. Take it Michelle you know you want it. And
the worst look at his dick hey Mikey you like it.
And it was true his dick was growing. To his complete shame his
dick was erect and starting to precum. Chris kept pushing that cob
up Mike's ass.
It hurt like hell. The pain made Mike's eyes tear up and shout
out. The crown was loving it. Some people had taken to throwing
food at the boys and of course no one stopped them. Mike's cock
kept leaking and finally the screams turned to moans. Mike shot a
huge load after about 10 minutes of fucking. Then he had to lick
the saran wrap. Mike had tasted cum before.
It tasted bitter. Mike just fell to his knees and cried without
stop.
Chris put his arm over Mike and caressed him and tried to calm him
down.
The cafeteria erupted. Chants of crybaby and pussyboy filled the
hall.
Then after another 10 minutes the bell rang. Mike dragged himself
off the table with Chris's help and Nick led him to military
science.
Mr. King had his classroom ready when the students arrived. Today
was interrogation day in class. Mr. King liked to give his
students a taste of power training in his class so every once in a
while he had an interrogation day. He always chose a form of
torture that left no marks and had little risk of permanent
injury. Usually two teens volunteered and they alternated taking
the torture until one whimped out. The wimp had to remove his
shirt and pants for the duration of the class and was given a pair
of running shorts to wear for the rest of the day. The winner got
bragging rights.
There was never a shortage of volunteers for the interrogation
game.
Today was going to be different. Only Mike was going to play. And
the forfeit would be simple and harsh. When he gave in he was
going to have to suck every dick in the room starting with Mr.
King. The torture was also simple. Mike was going to have is head
held under water for increasing amounts of time. Then he would be
pulled up by his hair and it would start again. Over and over
again for an hour and a half or as long as Mike could stand it.
Mike was tough and thought this would be easy. He agreed to this
challenge.
He actually thought Mr. King had taken it easy on him. Poor kid.
Mr. King may have liked Mike but he was a gay sadist first teacher
second. At first it was easy. The time started with 10 seconds and
only 5 seconds were being added at a time. Mike was a good swimmer
and could hold his breath well. For the first half hour it went
well. But now he had been at the 90 second limit for a while and
it was getting harder and harder to catch his breath. Mike was
beginning to panic. There were over 20 guys in that room.
Plus like 6 girls. Mike didn't want to suck dick but he was
beginning to crack. Over and over again his face was forced into
the water. His gasps for air were getting more labored as the
period wore on. Finally he raised his hand to signal that he
wanted to stop. Then Mike crawled to Mr. King and asked if he
could suck his dick.
Mr. King pulled out his dick and forced into Mike's mouth.
Grabbing Mike's ears he guided his dick into Mike's throat and
made Mike gag. Then he would back off a little. Then choke again.
Over and over he would do this. This was just too much for Mr.
King. Having such a great looking student as a pussy face was a
dream come true. It was also too much for Mike. The class was
jeering him. He was having trouble breathing and this dick was
huge.
Mike was a broken pussyboy and he knew it. It no longer mattered
to him if Chris lived or not. He was going to quit after this was
over.
Finally after 10 minutes Mr. King came and Mike had to swallow the
cum.
Then it was the other people turn. For the rest of the class Mike
just blubbered and cried from the shame of it all. He had every
kind of dick and cum and was barely able to keep it down. Then it
was over but Nick had a gag put in Mike's mouth.
Mike was not going to give yet. There was still gym class and Nick
had something special planned.
Mike was truly terrified. He had lost control of this situation.
As bad as the previous humiliations and pain had been at least he
was in control of them. Now he was not. Since Mike had been gagged
he could no longer give in and if Chris did for him they both
would be towel boys. He now had a true idea how Chris must have
felt at that rave. The only saving grace was the fact that it was
gym class and therefore only boys would be around to see what ever
was done to him. At this point Mike was grasping at any straws he
could.
Gym class was an hour and a half like the other classes. Usually
Mike was the gym aide for this class and had been very decent to
the freshman in this class. The freshman ranged in size and sexual
maturity, as they often will.
Seeing Mike nearly naked and both bound and gagged obviously
interested some of them. Mr. King was also very obviously
interested. He really liked Mike as a person and not just a lust
object but figured he couldn't really help the senior much so he
may as well enjoy the show. Mr. King turned the reigns of the
class over to Nick and sat back and watched the action.
The first game was dodge ball. Unlike normal dodge ball the whole
class was opposed to Mike who had his arms tied behind his back.
Since Mike couldn't catch or throw the object of the game became
hitting Mike as hard as humanly possible. Even the freshman who
liked Mike and didn't want to hurt him were deathly afraid of Nick
and knew that this could be them the next day if they didn't
cooperate. So they threw at Mike with all of their might. Many of
the freshmen were not very good at throwing but there were some
who were natural athletes and others who had failed gym the year
before and were really sophomores. They were using balls that were
filled just the day before so they were as hard as they could be.
Many of the guys aimed for Mike's balls after Nick stripped him
naked.
The pain was intense. These balls stung and Mike was tired of
being naked.
He was tired of being laughed at. He was tired of being hurt. And
he was really tired of Chris. He should have let them have their
way with him.
Chris was showing no effort to take it easy on Mike. He had just
hit Mike in the groin for the second time and seemed to be
grinning. Mike would never make the mistake of standing in for
Chris again that was for sure.
After a fun filled half hour it was time for the boxing lesson.
Mike and Nick would have a match. Mike would even have his hands
untied. There was one small catch. Just like in the Chocolate War
the students would trade blows that had been written on sheets of
paper. Since Nick had handed out the papers and watched the kids
fill them out he knew that all of the punches were for Mike. This
should have been the highlight of Nick's first period gym class
but it would just have to be done here.
Mike knew this was going to be bad very bad indeed. Nick was not a
pro boxer or anything but he could hit hard. With no ability to
defend himself he was going to get pasted. There were 30 boys in
that class and each had written 5 shots for Nick to take. He was
never going to be able to take that many shots. Nick just hit his
gloves together and grinned. The first paper was from Chris. A
right cross to the ribs and a jab to the jaw. Mike can't believe
the pain. Mike is a good physical specimen and has a nice
disposition. Those factors combined to keep him out of fights. He
has never really been hit. This was the first sheet of over 100.
Another one was pulled. A hard left to the gut. Then a right to
the chest, a left to the leg. A jab to the face. On and on Mike
was hit. After 20 his face and stomach were an angry red and his
chest was not far behind. Nick asked him if he wanted to be
fucked. Mile shook his head no. Nick pulled another 20 hits. There
were a lot of jabs to the ribs and a even a few roundhouses to his
face. Mike was barely able to stand. Nick asked again reminding
him it would be another 20 if he said no. Mike shook his head
again. Nick smiled and started again. After the next 20 Mike's
lips were swollen and bleeding, his chest and stomach were
beginning to bruise and his arms and legs were bruised. Mike
nodded this time when Nick asked him if he wanted fucked.
Nick told him that he would remove the gag but then Mike would
have to beg to be fucked before he could quit. Mike nodded. The
gag was removed and Mike choked out between sobs "Please Nick you
awesome god fuck my worthless ass and have the ninth graders help
you." Nick just started laughing hysterically. Mike sobbed like
the broken pussy he was.
Nick made Mike lay down on his stomach on the gym floor and took
of his shorts and underwear. He didn't use any lube, as Mike
wasn't worth the hassle. Mike started crying and praying to god.
It didn't help. Nick lined up his dick at the rectum of Mike and
started pushing. He whispered to Mike that he had better relax if
he wanted to have an ass when he was done. Mike just moaned and
relaxed as much as he could. As soon as Nick got some in the pain
started. Mike started screaming and begging to have it taken out.
It took over 10 minutes just to get the dick in inch by painful
inch. Mike was crying and had no pride left. He was begging for
mercy and couldn't stop crying. It felt like his ass would be
split in two. Over and over again he said he would quit that Nick
could rape Chris. Anything to stop the pain. Anything to end the
shame. But it still went on. After Nick was completely in he
started fucking hard. He told Mike what a whore he was. How good
his fag ass felt. Anything to make him feel lower. Mike could feel
his prostate getting massaged and realized that it was feeling
good. His dick was growing and it felt good. He started to sob and
moan all at once. And on and on it went. Nick was huge and they're
being no lube the pain remained. Mike could feel blood trickling
down his ass.
Finally Nick stopped talking smack and screeched, "I'm coming".
Mike was relieved it was over. Nick walked to the front of Mike
while Chris took up the rear.
Mike was in a bad way. He had just given in to having his virgin
ass publicly gangbanged. This day had been a total disaster. He
had begun it a jock who was all but worshipped at Central High and
was now about to end it as a gang fucked loser.
Nick chose this time to offer Mike a deal. "You see all those nice
little freshman over there. I bet they all want to fuck your tight
ass here. True it won't be quite as tight when I am finished with
it but just think how loose it will be when they are finished. So
how about it, do you want to save yourself from being fucked by 20
freshman? I'll tell you what. If you agree to fight with Chris in
a contest of pain, humiliation. Or endurance each day to decide
who the towel boy will be then I won't let all those 20 freshmen
fuck you. How about it Mikey?"
Mike started to cry but he had no choice. "Ok, I'll do it.
Anything to avoid a gangbang."
After getting Mike to agree to the deal Nick continued his brutal
fuck. The freshmen looking on were pissed. They wanted their
chance to fuck some man pussy. But they still were cheering Nick
on. Cries of "Fuck that pussy.
Give it to him. Break the punk. And the ever popular Man what a
punk he actually is letting this sick shit happen."
Mike wanted to die. His ass was on fire and the freshmen he
thought looked up to him were cheering on this horrible rape. He
knew that he would never be able to face anyone ever again. He
would have to move to Siberia or maybe even Antarctica. Then he
may be able to live the humiliation down.
When Nick finally was finished he had Mike clean the shit and
blood off his dick and Mike tried to get up. Nick said the words
that rocked Mike's world. "Not so fast. You have 19 guys to go.
Chris here won't get to fuck you but everyone else will." Mike
stuttered out. "Butt you promised."
Nick said. "You need to learn to listen. I said all 20 freshmen
wouldn't fuck you and they won't Chris here is going to sit out."
The freshmen started to cheer loudly and Brandon a good looking
tall one started to undress. Mike was devastated he had been
fooled and now he was beyond hosed. Brandon started his fuck.
Brandon literally looked like a choirboy but he was an evil child.
He liked to hurt people and loved to humiliate. He was really
poring it on poor Mike.
"Admit it Mikey. You like it. You were born to be a pussy. No one
who wasn't experienced would be liking it this much. Why don't you
jack your dick for us? God I love a tight pussy. You really love
me don't you?" On and on he went. It felt like hours for poor
Mike.
Finally Brandon was finished and he was replaced. And so on and so
on. At the end poor Mike was a totally broken boy. All he could do
was cry over and over "please stop no more you are killing me."
Nick just started to laugh. Oh the fun he was going to have.
That day was totally shattering for both Mike and Chris. Mike
would never be the carefree nice jock he once was. Chris would
always feel both guilty and ashamed of what he got Mike into. They
were damaged boys living a damaged existence. Nick was in heaven
though. He was undisputed king of the school. He had utterly
humiliated Mike and now no one would stand up to him.
The high light of Nick's day was at 6am in the gym at school. That
is when Mike and Chris had to get together and fight to avoid
being towel boy. They would have to strip down to their briefs,
and get instructions from Nick. He tried to make them as painful
and or humiliating as possible. No matter what each boy had to
last 10 minutes. Then, after that, whomever lasted longest was
spared. The loser was towel boy and got the full dose of shame,
pain, rape, and humiliation.
The first day was a brutal shock. In more ways than one. Nick and
Will each had a collar and a control. The duct taped the collars
to the stomach of each boy and gave each one a test jolt. The
collars were those electric dog collars used to control dogs and
hurt like hell when activated. Both Mike and Chris were just in
pain. They barely stayed standing after the short test. The pain
was utterly unreal.
The whole school had to have been there and what a site they were
seeing. Two utterly wretched students, written on, shaved,
brutally beaten, and now with the sunken eyes of boys facing
torture. The school cheered as one as the boys screamed.
As for Mike and Chris their whole worlds were pain. Being shocked
is painful not just where the shock is but virtually over the
whole body. It radiates outward and just was unbearable. But they
knew if they didn't last 10 minutes then they would be subjected
to a whole hour of torture and plus be the towel boy. Neither
wanted to be the towel boy nor did they want shocked for an hour.
Nick and Will just laughed. They had these boys right where they
wanted them. Dishing out pain, shame, and degradation was their
mission in life. And this was just a down payment. For days,
weeks, months, and in the case of Chris, likely years, they were
going to have more fun than anyone should be allowed to have.
Today's torture was simple, 10 seconds of shock, 10 seconds off,
repeat. That would be 30 shocks in 10 minutes. 30 red hot, searing
blasts of pain. 30 times of hearing the boys scream, beg, and
plead. All to avoid a fate from Hell.
No one was disappointed. The boys performed admirably. The pain
caused them to spasm, shake, and scream. Beg, plead, and cry. It
broke them beyond being broken. Chris and Mike were at ground zero
of a fire from Hell. No amount of discipline could keep them from
crying out. The school went wild. So wild that they actually
missed Chris caving in at 10 minutes and 10 seconds. Mike had one
more shock to take and he was let go. He laid, in his briefs, in
the fetal position for the rest of the hour. The pain was that
intense. The shame of the graffiti was that intense. The
humiliation of seeing his rapists was that intense.
Chris was tied over a pummel horse and the lines formed at each
end to rape him. Dick after dick, and in the case of the few girls
who took part, dildo after dildo, violated the boy. Chris was
scarlet with shame. The left the collar on so he could be forced
to ask for each dick that fouled his mouth. Being teens no one
lasted too long. 5 minutes here, 7 minutes there, 2 minutes here,
etc. He took around 15 kids in each orifice. The pain was intense.
The shame was devastating. He just cried, and moaned those muffled
moans of a mouth raped pussy. The worst was those dildos and the
fact girls were taking part. Chris was officially fag meat. No
girl would look him in the eye again.
Finally 7:30 came and it was time for classes. Chris was relieved
but he really shouldn't have been. His ordeal was just beginning.
Will and Nick emphasized that point by bitch slapping him and
making him fall down in tears and pain. The students spat on his
fallen body as they passed him up.
Next up for Chris was homeroom. His cum soaked undies were pretty
much transparent and his body beet red as he was literally dragged
there by his hair. His freshman homeroom, which hadn't had a
chance at him yet, demanded their turn. Nick couldn't really say
no so he let the people at Chris. Chris was just hosed. They took
him and spread him on a table in the back of the room. Each
student got to stick a dick or dildo in him and take a few wanks.
Chris was down right miserable. Mike got to see a video of all of
this so he would know just how bad he would have it if he gave in.
Chris' ass and mouth were just shredded. He had no ability to even
close them when the homeroom was done. 30 students had opened him
wide and wouldn't take no for an answer. Then Nick put some make
up on Chris' face and just laughed hysterically. Chris was nothing
but a punk.
Chris was in Hell. He was still shaky and in pain from the shocks.
He ass was swollen and bleeding. He had come in his mouth and ass
which were dripping out. And of course, he was a total mess. The
writing was nearly as bright as it was a couple days ago, his
towel boy undies were so tight they were all but see through. This
was the seventh circle of Hell. Plus he was getting fucked by
juniors now. His teacher was late and his class was left alone so
he was screwed, repeatedly. He really didn't think it was possible
for it to get worse.
Meanwhile Mike was in for some fun. Nick and the gang weren't
about to let him forget yesterday. He was sore from both the
beating he took and those shocks. His body was also written on. He
was fully dressed now but his senior friends knew he had been
raped and plus some of them raped him after school. He was a
laughing stock. Nick wasn't content with leaving it at that
though. He had CJ put Mike in a full nelson. Then he and Will took
turns beating Mike in the gut and chest. No one stepped in for
him. Why would they? He was now an official loser. Nick was king
of the school and he intended to have his fun.
Mike is a tough kid. But even tough kids have breaking points. His
stomach muscles were already broken down. They offered no
protection at all as his gut was repeatedly beaten. Mike was only
standing because CJ had him so strongly in his grasp. After
several dozen wickedly hard punches Nick finally gave Mike his
option. Strip to his briefs; lick all the seniors' shoes, and I'll
stop. Mike didn't want to but he couldn't take another hit. Mike
reluctantly stripped.
The shoes were so nasty. Sole after sole covered with mud, dirt,
crap, and body odor. His body still was awesome. Anyone into boys
at all was into him. Mike, though, was covered in graffiti. He was
red with shame. He was so low. Mike was a broken kid and everyone
knew it. Finally the bell rang. One Hell would be exchanged for
another.
By now you might be wondering why Chris agreed to this. Well, meet
his reason. Greg is 14, and a frosh. He is little, blonde, cute,
and Chris' replacement if he doesn't keep his bargain. Chris in on
the bathroom floor. His mouth is open and the gang of four are
taking turns spitting in his mouth. Chris was utterly ashamed and
then his brother walked in. Antonio had him by his briefs and was
having some fun. Greg was so small Antonio could lift him up by
his briefs. Poor Greg was grimacing from the pain but he was so
embarrassed for his poor brother.
Nick just smiled. This was going to be such fun. Ok Chris, here is
your bros future if you don't do what I say. He had Antonio take
the now struggling kid to the toilets. Then his head was
repeatedly dunked in the toilets. Over and over the kid had his
head flushed. Then they gave Chris his choice.
Chris, dunk your own head and flush or Greg here gets the sharpie
treatment. Chris went ahead and did it. It was one thing to be
humiliated but to humiliate himself was quite another. This was so
terrible.
Greg was stunned at how low his brother had sunk. He couldn't
believe the kid he looked up to for so long was in this state. Ass
swollen, fag graffiti all over, and just shameless. But it was
going to get worse.
Greg either fuck your bro or we fuck you and him. Greg swallowed
hard and started fucking. He couldn't believe he was doing this.
Fucking his bro like the local ho. This was beyond sick.
Finally the bell rang and it was time for the next class.
The rest of the day wasn't too bad. But there was always tomorrow
and the next day. Life was great for a bully.
Chris was so shattered. His day at school was so bad. And he was
facing this day in and day out for the whole year. A year of pain,
shame, and being fucked. No one should have to take this shit.
Just because he wanted to fit in. Why him? He wasn't ugly, at
least not until Nick got a hold of him. Now he has graffiti all
over himself, he is all marked up, and has a terrible hair cut.
Even at home he couldn't escape since now Greg knew just what he
had become. Letting Greg fuck him had to be the worst moment of
his life. And as we know that is saying something. Greg tired to
be gentle and he had been but the shame was too much. Chris never
would be the same. He couldn't even look Greg in the eye.
Chris slept only a couple hours and was totally exhausted. His
body was a wreck. The shocks from yesterday took so much out of
him. He could have showered for several days and still been dirty.
He just spent close to an hour in there crying his eyes out. Greg
could hear the sobs through the door and felt a pang of guilt for
what he had done.
Chris dressed in his towel boy outfit and tried to get it
together. He hoped he could hold out against Mike today, as he
really needed a break. He just couldn't fathom the depth of
cruelty that he was being forced to take. To get a guys own
brother to rape him that is just cruel.
Mike was in no mood to be the towel boy again. He had been shamed
enough and licking shoes was bad enough. As it is he could feel
the eyes of those freshman rapists staring at him all through gym
and that fuck Antonio had even taken liberties yesterday. He only
got a swipe or two but it still was something and more than he
should have gotten.
Both Mike and Chris couldn't believe what they saw when the got to
school. In the middle of the gym was a broomstick through two
upside down trash cans. The cans had links welded to them where
the broomstick stuck through. One of these set ups were on each
side of the gym. The boys were told to lay flat on their backs
with their ankles on the sticks. Their shoes were taken off and
their legs were tied to the broom sticks.
Then Nick laid it all on the line. These towel boys are going to
get some good old-fashioned feet torture. Until one boy gives we
are going to put a real hurting on their feet and have a great old
time. The loser has a rave to go to so this should be some great
fun. No one likes to be the guy doing the nasty at our raves.
Then he whispered to Chris. See your cute little bro out there.
See Antonio next to him. You better last this hour or Antonio is
going to have his way with him right here in front of everyone. If
you make it then Antonio here is going to get another day before
his ass is Antonio's. Chris swallowed hard. Greg's fate was in his
hands.
Nick and Will decided that the feet needed some tenderizing first
so he had two lamps with 100 watt bulbs brought up and they held
the lamps by the boys feet. This hurt so bad. Both Mike and Chris
were in mongo pain. The feet are sensitive and now they were being
burnt. Mike's feet had carried him to many a track victory but now
had to carry him to a victory over Chris. He just had to outlast
that punk.
As the lamp was held close to the boy's feet and the minutes
turned into 10 minutes the boys were sweating and squirming and
trying not to cry. They figured it was time for a new level.
Each boy had worn sneakers to school and the soles were thick.
They made good weapons to beat the feet with and that is what
happened for the next 10 minutes. Chris and Mike only thought they
knew what pain was. They were screaming and crying and sobbing as
the whole gym cheered. Both boys were determined to hold out but
the pain was brutal. They couldn't hear for the pain. They could
only see white for the pain. They just cried for the pain. It was
as much as they could bear. Finally the 10 minutes was up and both
boys just cried and sobbed.
Then Nick took dowel rod. One of those round, thin rods which are
used in shop. He snapped it in half and gave Will the other piece.
Then it was time again. Both feet were beaten with those rods and
the wails started anew. Welts popped up on those tender feet and
the boys just howled. They were now on planet pain. They were just
out of it from the awful pain of having their feet beaten
repeatedly.
Meantime Greg was being hosed by Antonio. Nick had let Greg know
that if he stopped Antonio from hazing him in the stands then
Chris would be gagged and might have his feet broken bone by bone.
Greg knew Nick would do this so he took Antonio's shit. Antonio
loved picking on Greg. He took his shirt away and started to play
with Greg's nipples making them literally purple. He hiked Greg's
undies repeatedly giving him a massive wedgie. He took a marker
and wrote kick me on Greg's back and loser on his front. Then he
started spitting on him and even made him open his mouth and spat
in it. Between rounds Antonio would send Greg down to Chris so he
could see the progress.
Chris knew it would get worse and be rape if he didn't last out.
He just resigned himself to his fate and hoped that Mike would
cave. Mike was getting scared. He couldn't take much more of this
but didn't want to do a rave. That would be more than he could
take.
It started up again. This time they used the bulbs again. They
burnt the feet even worse. Soon they were an angry red and on the
road to blisters. The boys were just ready to cave when that 10
was up.
The rest of the time was a variety of instruments. It started with
some hard plastic rods and ended up with a flat paddle. The kids
just took swat after swat to those feet. It was brutal. Nick and
Will knew they had time so they would take a shot and then let the
pain build and take another. On and on for 20 minutes it went. On
and on the boys screamed until they were just too horse to scream.
Finally the bell rang and neither boy gave in. They were so proud,
so amazed, and so screwed. Now they both were towel boys. Their
feet, now beaten to the point of being useless were let down and
the boys crawled to class and a day of hell.
Greg was now in just briefs and in for his own fun day.
Bullying is fun no doubt about it.