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(MM/m-teen, exh, nc, 1st, mast huml, forced nudity) *** Dr. Milton Brass was in his element. He was in front of a room filled with horny hunky straight jock teenage boys, and he was having some fun degrading and humiliating a faggot. Nothing could be hotter as far as the medical man was concerned. Poor young Michael, on the other hand was feeling awful. He felt like he might faint any moment. Here he was, standing on a chair in front of a room filled with guys form his new school. He was dressed in only a jock strap, and all kinds of terrible accusations were being leveled at him. He cursed himself for ever trusting the doctor enough to talk to him about his sexual insecurities. How could they treat another human being with such scorn and contempt? Michael kept hoping this was only a terrible dream from which he would momentarily awaken. "Now boys, let's take a look at the faggot's tits. One sure way to spot a faggot is by the tits. Many, but again I stress, not all, faggots have tits that resemble the udders of a budding teenage girl. The stereotypical faggot chest is not tight and hard with well formed pec slabs like all of you boys have the typical faggot chest sags a bit, is somewhat soft, and often sports large nipples that look like they should be giving milk to a baby's mouth." The guys in the room laughed again, and some were openly rubbing their crotches. The doctor saw this and smiled. These horny boys needed some sexual release. He reached up and grabbed some of Michael's tit. He squeezed the tit flesh. It was true that Michael, while having a nice body, was in no way muscular. His chest was soft and smooth. Then the doctor grabbed one of Michael's large nipples and squeezed and twisted it. Michael almost lost his balance on the chair. "See boys? Doesn't this udder look just bursting with titty milk? You can almost see it squirting out. I've seen some jock boys I know have lots a fun working over a faggots titties for hours on end, trying to get them to squirt milk." Doctor Brass set his pointer aside for a moment and then reached up and grabbed a faggot tit in each hand and began to tug. Michael was almost pulled down off the chair, as the doctor yanked on his now swollen and sore nipples. The doc tugged first one then the other tit like he was milking a cow. The guys in the room clapped their hands in rhythm and roared with laughter. God Damn, but Doc Brass was a great guy! "Ugh...you're hurting me. Stop Please!" Michael grunted, but Doc Brass was putting on a good show for his students. "No milk?" he said, twisting the raw nipples. "She must have given all her tit juice to some stray puppies she found on the street." Then he stepped back and took a little bow to more applause from the boys. "Okay Faggot, off with the jock strap. And from now on remember, only pink panties! And boys, when this faggot swims in gym class, I want you to make damn sure that he's not wearing a swim suit, only a nice pink thong! We want everybody in the school to know he's a cock hungry faggot at all times!" The doctor whacked poor Michael with his stick. "You hear me, Cuntface, get that jock strap off!" Michael started to peel down his jock strap. The muscular boys in the class watching him, leaned forward in their seats, anticipating the kid's complete humiliation. The jock pouch came down and Michael stepped out of it. The guys busted a gut as the Faggot's rather small penis was revealed. Michael had never been so embarrassed in his young life. To have to stand there totally bare assed naked in front of those jocks. Doctor Brass laughed too. "Oh, you boys are way ahead of me. You can see already what a pathetic little worm this Faggot has between his legs. When I gave him his entrance physical I had to do everything I could to keep from laughing out loud. Michael was crying now, and he brought his hands together in front of his teenage genitals. The Doctor thwacked him with the stick. "Hands at your side, Faggot!" Michael complied. "Look at this boys! It looks more like a clit than a dick! Stand up straight boy!" The doctor took the boy's small shriveled dick in one hand. "It really is more like a large clitty than a cock at all. I mean, anyone can see even in it's flaccid state that it's way too small to ever fuck a girl." The Doctor fingered Michael's tiny prick. The boy wanted to die of shame. "Collins, how big does your prick hang flaccid?" A really cute 18 year old jock in the second row blushed a bit as the guys turned toward him. "Six and a half inches, Sir." The guys cheered and several slapped Collins on the back. "Ortega?" A sultry looking Latino hunk smiled. "Mine hangs five inches with another inch of foreskin." The doctor nodded and smiled. "You see. And the faggot here hangs...let me see," he grabbed a tape measure and put it to the boy's tiny dick. "About two inches!" THE ROOM ROCKED WITH LAUGHTER. "So you see, gentlemen," the Doc raised a hand to calm the uproar, "the faggot really has more of a clit than a cock! That's true of many faggots. That's why they so worship the fuckmeat of real men. That and the fact the Faggot's favorite food is dick sauce!" Some of the boys were laughing so hard that tears were streaking their faces. Others couldn't wait to get the faggot alone outside of the classroom to have a little fun with the boycunt! "Please, Sir. I don't feel good. I need to go to the bathroom...!" The Faggot whispered, tears on his face too, but not from laughing. "You need to take a piss? Perfect! The Doctor held up a plastic cup. To be continued... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 29