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Kyle's Trial - 2
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)

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In part 2 Kyle's humiliation continues on the way to 
school. (mm-teens, nc, rp, huml, 1st, blkmail, voy, ws, 
tor, v)

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Chapter 6

After having to kiss Jake’s fat schlong, I felt really 
funny inside, and to no little degree because my own 
cock was rock hard. I went to get the empty plastic 
milk bottle and on the way back upstairs, for no reason 
at all, my legs gave out beneath me. I just felt so 
weak. I sat on the stairs for a minute, my hard prick 
throbbing, the need to piss overwhelming, and my head 
spinning. 

"You know, Kyle, I been thinking while you were gone, 
and I really believe you are a faggot." Jake said to me 
when I entered with the empty milk container. Jake was 
lying on my bed, bare assed naked and stroking his 
unbelievable prick. It was just so fucking big. It was 
leaking again and pre fuck dribbled down along the 
prick stalk onto his huge nuts. He was such a fucking 
teenage stud, I felt weak in his presence. 

"You know I’m not, Jake. Don’t even say that. What if 
that kind of rumor got around? You know I fucked plenty 
of girls, and you know I never did any of that shit 
before." 

He sat up on the bed, his prick sticking out like a 
drainpipe, leaking onto my sheets. "If I had to kiss 
another guys dick, not that I ever would, no fucking 
team in the world would make me do something so sick. 
But if I did, my prick sure as hell wouldn’t stay hard. 
It would wilt like a fucking flower. Yours just got 
harder and harder, explain that." 

I was angry now. "First of all, you’re the one who told 
me to kiss your fucking dick! Now you say I should have 
refused. I don’t get it. And I don’t know why my prick 
is hard, but its sure a fuck not from being turned on 
by you." 

He laughed then. "I don’t believe you. You are so hot 
for me you cant stand it. I’ve seen you eying me in the 
showers." He flexed his stomach muscles and his fuck 
meat bounced hitting the bed sheet and leaving a trail 
of pre fuck, like snot drooling from a nose. 

"Ted and Skeeter are always looking at your dick too, 
its so fucking big. Does that make them queer?" I was 
trembling with anger now, I couldn’t stand being 
accused of being a fucking fag. 

Jake snorted. "Ted and Sketter are one hundred percent 
male, I’ve seen them fucking cunt at parties. I only 
have your word for your masculinity. For all I know you 
could have been sucking cock since second grade." 

 "Fuck you, Jake, and fuck the team. Get out." 

 He was off the bed in a minute. He put one strong arm 
around my shoulder. I looked down at his fat cock can 
thick prick bouncing over his big nuts. "Hey, buddy, 
take it easy. You know, I like you. I like you whether 
you are a faggot or not. I’m your new best friend. You 
don’t have to keep any secrets from me. I’ll still be 
your pal." His hand hung around my shoulder so his 
fingertips brushed one of my nipples which got really 
hard. I got tears in my eyes. 

"God damn it, Jake. I’m not queer. How many times must 
I say it? If you’re my pal, you gotta believe me." 

"Okay, I’ll believe you, but you gotta prove it to me, 
okay? I’ll be your friend either way, but you gotta 
prove to me that you aren’t queer." 

"How?" 

He smiled and pinched my nipple. "We’ll talk about that 
later. For now, you’d better piss in your bottle before 
you do it all over the floor. Maybe what you got is 
just a piss hard and you’re not hot for my cock." 

I jumped at that. "That’s right, Jake. That’s what it 
is. I got this raging piss boner... that’s all it is." 
I held the milk container under my dick and willed it 
to go down. 

 Jake sat on the edge of my bed again, his complete 
comfort with his nudity unnerved me. He was just so 
fucking confident. He spread his legs. His dick stuck 
up to his chest. Jesus, he could have leaned right down 
and sucked his own cock. How could any young teen girl 
take that much prick up her little pussy? 

"Come on, dude, piss in the fucking bottle, I got to 
get home. I got homework to do." 

"I’m trying Jake, but the piss won’t come." 

"If you don’t piss now, you got to hold it all night." 

"Jake, I can’t do that... I gotta go so bad now that 
I’m almost bursting." 

"Then piss for Christ’s sake!" He watched with an 
amused look on his handsome face. Do you know how hard 
it is to piss with a teenage stud watching you, looking 
right at your dick? Finally a burst of piss shot out of 
my dick, most of it missing the bottle and splashing 
onto the floor. 

"Whoa, easy stud, you’ll have your bedroom floating in 
piss." Jake laughed. 

Have other sixteen year olds had any experiences like 
this? I just don’t know. I was so confuse. I stood 
there pissing into the bottle with Jake curiously 
interested in how I took a leak. I felt tingles go 
through my entire body. I was pissing half hard, the 
dick just wouldn’t go all the way down, so it was one 
of those uncomfortable itchy pisses. 

It was in a way frustrating because that was that. 
After I pissed, Jake suddenly got dressed. I felt 
somehow lonely, or depressed, I am not sure why. He got 
dressed and left me standing there bare assed. He told 
me to get some rest and that I had done a good job, 
whatever the fuck that meant. He told me he would pick 
me up and drive me to school tomorrow because I was his 
best buddy. He reminded me to wear the new clothing the 
team had provided for me. He reached out one hand and 
ruffled my hair like I was a little kid. 

"You know we gotta be a little rough on you, buddy. 
Otherwise it’s not a fair initiation. Hang in there and 
don’t be so fucking sensitive. You’ll pass." That made 
me feel a lot better. I almost forgot for a moment that 
not fifteen minutes earlier, I had actually kissed 
Jakes cock. I had kissed the erect prick of another 
boy. Before Jake zipped up, he wiped his leaking dick 
on my pillow case. 

Now, after he had gone, I stood there looking down at 
my bed, the pillow case was stiff with dried dick-leak 
and there were stained and stiff spots all over the 
sheets as well. But I was too tired to change the bed. 
My ma was out of town for four days, and I just threw 
myself onto the bed and fell asleep, my dick was hard 
most of the night. I don’t know why. It was what I 
thought would be the strangest day of my life, but I 
had no idea what was ahead, this day had been nothing 
compared to the future and to what the Senior Swim Team 
of Oakdale High would do to me. 

I dreamed about Jake for some reason, and slept 
fitfully. I had an orgasm in my sleep, I remembered 
that I wasn’t to jerk off, but shooting in your sleep 
couldn’t possibly count. Jake had asked for a key to my 
house before he left, and now I woke up at 6:30 in the 
morning, with him standing at the side of my bed. 

"Wake up sleepyhead, wow, you really knocked yourself 
out." 

 I blinked and ran a hand through my hair and rubbed my 
eyes. "Huh? Oh hi, Jake."

What had happened to the night. I hadn’t done any 
homework or anything. I had just slept all night from 
six thirty on, twelve hours. 

Jake looked down at my naked body lying on the bed, he 
shook his head. 

"Looks like you hat a nice big old wet dream, my 
friend. That’s against the initiation rules. You’ll 
have to be punished for that." He was dressed I a black 
tee shirt and tan cargo pants and looked really hot. 

I pulled the bed sheet up over my groin. "Come on, you 
can’t hold that against me, I can’t control what 
happens in my sleep. I had this dream about a really 
cute girl," I lied. 

Jake’s smile grew broad, showing a row of even white 
teeth.

"Yeah, but you slept on my cum covered pillow, did it 
taste good in your sleep?" 

I was aware now of the degree to which Jake’s dick slop 
had stained my blue sheets and pillowcase. 

I sat up and buried my face in my hands. "Jesus, I 
can’t believe yesterday." 

"Come on buddy, rise and shine, we got a special 
activity for you before school starts. We gotta be 
there by 7:30." He looked down at my rock hard piss 
boner and grinned. 

I stood up and wrapped my bed sheet around my naked 
body, suddenly very aware of my vulnerability and 
nudity. "I’ll just shower and piss and...



He put one big hand on my naked shoulder. "No time for 
that. Just get dressed."

"Jake, I gotta shower. I didn’t shower last night. Just 
let me take a quick." 

He stopped me from walking into the bathroom. He turned 
me to look at him, and stared into my eyes. "I don’t 
like to repeat myself buddy. From now on, until the 
initiation is over, if I tell you to do something, you 
do it, no questions asked. Okay?" 

I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself. I really did. 
But I couldn’t. 

"Please, Jake, I gotta piss. Okay?"

"No, the orders from the team are to bring you to 
school without pissing or taking a shower. Just get 
dressed and let’s get going." He handed me the jeans 
and one of the tee shirts he had brought with him the 
night before. 

"Here put these on. Oh shit, did I tell you I got a 
really good blow job from Suzanne, that cute Sophomore 
cunt. She has really full cocksucker lips, .and she 
gives a pretty decent blowjob. I mean, I wouldn’t date 
her or anything, but for an occasional cock-suck, she’s 
fine." 

I picked up my boxer shorts, but Jake took them out of 
my hands. 

"Ugh, ugh, .no underwear. Just the jeans." I looked at 
him with a scowl, and he smiled his innocent baby 
smile, followed by that cute pout he does. 

I struggled to pull on the jeans which were about three 
sizes too small for me and skin hugging tight. I got 
them up over my ass, but couldn’t close them in front, 
the button wouldn’t reach its hole. 

"They are just too tight Jake, they’re for a kid of 
twelve, .they just won’t close. I can’t wear them." 

He shook his handsome head. "Well you have to, so just 
close them the best you can." 

"The best I can? I can’t get the button closed. I can 
barely get the zipper up and look, they ride so low my 
prick hair shows out over the waistband." I felt like 
an idiot. 

"I think it looks kind of cute."

"I’ll get kicked out of the fucking school!" 

"I told you, they can’t do anything after that law suit 
we had last year over that faggot and his gay pride 
shirts. Just make sure that zipper is secure and forget 
about the button."

It was obscene, that’s the only word for it. I looked 
at my ass in the mirror, the jeans were so tight you 
could see my whole crack. In front, my dick bulged out 
and you could even see the ridge of my dickhead, it was 
awful. I felt naked and ashamed. 

"Looks good Kyle, the chicks will really dig you." Jake 
handed me the tee shirt he had chosen. It was pink and 
on the front was a picture of Michael Jackson. The 
Lettering said. "My Hero!" It looked like a girl’s 
shrit, it was very thin and kind of elastic, it fit 
very tightly over my chest, so tight that my nipples 
clearly showed through. It only came down about half 
way on my torso so my stomach was totally naked. With 
the low rise of the jeans and the high ride of the tee 
shirt, my entire midriff was naked. I looked like a 
Briteny Spears drag queen. 

"Please, Jake, I can’t wear this." He took my face in 
his hands. 

"The next time you talk back to me or don’t do as ask, 
I will bitch slap you! Do you understand?" What could I 
do? He was a muscular senior, and I was a thin smallish 
sophomore. I stood there looking really stupid in my 
new outfit. I then went for my socks and shoes. 

"Sandals, with no socks." 

This was all so out of hand that I was ready to 
explode. I couldn’t handle it. I just stood there. Jake 
stormed over and raised one hand and slapped my face 
hard. My head spun. 

"Look, Bitch, I have been very patient with you. You 
are my best friend and I don’t want to get rough with 
you, but you gotta get with the program here. When I 
say do something. You fucking do it." 

I don’t mind admitting that I was scared shitless. I 
was now under the control of this sadistic high school 
senior. I prefer to believe that I was scared shitless 
anyhow, its better than thinking that I might have 
secretly wanted it, been asking for it, which is Jake’s 
theory. 

He claims that I have always been a "pussy-boy fuck-
cunt submissive" I can’t believe that I have been this 
way since birth and just never realized it. Jake says 
his job was to help me discover my true potential as a 
"cock-sucking ass-boy to jocks." I just don’t know 
anymore because of all the revolting unspeakable things 
they made me do. But I’ll get to all that in good time. 
I want you to understand step by step how it happened. 

Once I was dressed in my obscene outfit, I needed to 
piss even more, but I couldn’t complain to Jake. He 
told me to bring my book bag and my milk container half 
full of piss. I wanted to put it in my bag, but he 
wouldn’t let me. 

We went downstairs and I asked if I could get a little 
breakfast. He said sure and stood against a counter and 
watched while I wolfed down a pop tart.

"You better drink two full glasses of water to wash 
that pop tart down, " Jake said. 

"I can’t Jake, I gotta piss so bad now I’m almost 
bursting." I tried to sound casual and friendly. 

"TWO FULL GLASSES, NOW." I saw the no nonsense look in 
his eyes. I gulped down two big glasses of water, 
feeling like I was going to piss any minute. 

We went out and got into Jake’s car. We started the 
drive to school. 

"Jake, I hate to say this, but I don’t know if I can 
hold it. I don’t want to piss your car." I was in 
agony. 

"All right, all right, take your pants off and jerk on 
your prick, it will keep your mind occupied." 

I blinked and felt a lump in my throat. "You want me to 
take my pants off in the car?" 

He slammed his foot on the brake. "What did I just tell 
you about following orders? Do you want me to drag you 
out of the car and spank your bare ass right here on 
main street?" 

I started to cry, the damn just broke, I blubbered. I 
don’t know what was wrong with me, I guess I just 
crumpled. He sneered at me. 

"You fucking sissy, now get those jeans off and get 
that dick up. I want to see it hard in thirty seconds." 

"Oh God, please Jake," I blubbered even as I peeled 
down the tight boy jeans and kicked off my sandals. I 
knew he wasn’t kidding. I kicked the jeans onto the 
floor and started to yank on my prick. I had to piss so 
bad it hurt, .still my dick did get hard, I pumped my 
prick and pulled on my ball sack, Jake drove on, 
looking over at me every few seconds and smiling. 

"Good boy Kyle. You see how easy it is when you just 
obey orders. You know I want to be your friend, but 
you’re making it so hard on me. You just keep resisting 
me, and I can’t have that. Not from my best buddy. Now 
pump that prick for me, but make sure you don’t cum, 
like you did last night in bed." 

I can’t tell you how stupid I felt, beating my teen 
meat in the car there while Jake drove through the 
town. Several times I asked him if I could please stop, 
but he just shook his head. 

"Pull the tee shirt up so I can see your tits." 

HE WAS TREATING ME LIKE A CUNT. HE WAS TREATING ME LIKE 
I WAS SOME KIND OF FEMALE SLUT HE WAS DATING. I’d heard 
stories about girls humiliated by Jake and his buddies, 
but I thought it was just exaggeration. I pushed the 
tight tee shirt up to reveal my pecs. My nipples were 
hard. I beat my dick. It got wet on the head. 

"Oh yeah, that reminds me, tonight we gotta start your 
nipple exercises. Hey, I got an idea, to make yourself 
more comfortable, lean the back of the seat back a bit, 
recline a bit, now put your feet up on the dashboard. I 
put my large teenage feet up on the dashboard, it was 
so fucking obscene. 

"That a boy Kyle, good boy." Why did I feel better when 
I pleased him? Had he hypnotized me or something? Or 
was it me? "Now Kyle, beat your fuck-meat and pull on 
your nipples, .but remember, don’t cum." 

I was half crying again, afraid to look at him. I 
jerked on my dick, masturbating myself in his car, and 
I pinched and pulled on my nipples. Remember, I was 
only sixteen years old. In the prime of my youth, and 
here I was perverting myself in front of the star 
athlete of our high school. 

"That’s very good Kyle, now you just keep doing that 
and don’t stop until I tell you to." He sped up, and 
swerved around a bunch of cars. I was terrified that 
people in the other cars could see what I was doing, 
Christ my naked feet were up on the dashboard. 

"Now Don’t stop Kyle, .or you’ll be punished. Don’t 
stop until I tell you to!" 

And then I saw it. Jake had pulled up next to a school 
bus full of kids of nine and ten years of age, boys and 
girls. They could see right down into the car. They 
could see me beating my fuck-meat. The windows filled 
with the faces of laughing, pointing, screaming kids. 

"Don’t stop Kyle, give them a good show. A nice sex 
education class." 

"For the love of God, Jake, we’ll be arrested. Don’t 
make me do this."

"Spread your legs more, keep masturbating. Pull those 
tits." Jake beeped the car horn and more kids filled 
the windows of the school bus. 

"Look up and smile at them." 

I was sobbing and frigging. "Some of them might know 
me, please..." 

"Look up and smile." 

I did. I did it. I looked up and smile at the nine and 
ten year old kids while I masturbated my penis for 
them. I had turned myself into a fucking pig. I was a 
pervert. 

"Kyle, my boy, you are doing just fine," Jake laughed 
as he swung away from the bus to pull into the high 
school parking lot. 


Chapter 7


Thank God I was allowed to get dressed before Jake 
pulled to a stop in the school parking lot. The moment 
his car pulls in, lots of kids gather around, he’s that 
fucking popular. Especially early in the morning 
because from seven to eight in the morning, the seventh 
and eighth grade kids used our gym and swimming pool. 

The eighth grade boys all idolize Jake and want to be 
just like him, and the seventh and eighth grade girls, 
well you guessed it, they all have wet pussies for him. 
They’ve all heard from the older girls about the size 
of his cock and what a great fucker he is. So some of 
them can’t wait to have their chance, and believe me, 
Jake fucks them as young as he can get them. Sometimes 
with the guys, he will brag about all the pre-teen 
cherry he has busted. I don’t know what is rumor and 
what is the truth anymore. 

I got out of the car wearing my stupid tiny Michael 
Jackson tee shirt and my ridiculously tight jeans which 
showed my still semi hard dick plainly down one leg. 
Some of the kids made fun of me immediately. 

"Wow, that’s a faggot outfit if I ever saw one," One 
Junior boy yelled, and a bunch of them laughed. But 
mostly they laughed quietly and didn’t say much, 
because they didn’t want to risk Jake getting angry 
with them. After all, I am Jake’s best friend, right? 
Jake took his book bag and jacket threw them to me. 

"Here, carry these to the locker room for me will you, 
Kyle?" He turned and started to chat up some eighth 
grade girl with budding tits. I felt very lost and 
lonely, and something else too, maybe a little jealous? 
I don’t know why. I didn’t mind lugging his book bag 
alone with my own, it allowed me to cover myself from 
being seen by the kids I had to pass, and I held the 
milk bottle half full of piss against my chest and hid 
it with the book bags. 

I walked into the locker room to find Ted, Skeeter, 
Mack, and five other seniors there. 

"Here’s our boy now," Skeeter laughed when I walked in. 

"Hi guys," I said.

"How you doing, buddy?" Mack asked, and took the book 
bags from me in a real friendly way. 

"Jake says he had lots of fun with you last night." Ted 
said. Then he leaned in as if to whisper to me, but 
said loudly enough for the other seniors to hear. "Did 
you really kiss his dick?" 

At that moment I wanted to die. I had trusted Jake. He 
was my best friend. And here he went and told the other 
guys what I had done. I felt so ashamed. My face turned 
three shades of red. 

"He must have liked it, look he’s blushing like a just 
fucked virgin cunt."

I had to say something to defend myself. "He made me do 
it. He said it was part of the initiation test." What a 
stupid weak defense that was, and they all chortled 
because they knew it. 

Ted grabbed his crotch through his cargo pants. "Wow, I 
can’t wait for your initiation with me to begin." All 
the guys laughed again, horsing around as only high 
school kids can do. 

"Careful Ted, your bitch will get jealous." Skeeter 
said, kicking at Ted. 

"Maybe I’ll dump her and make Kyle here, my bitch 
instead." 

"Come on Ted, you like big tits and Kyle hasn’t got 
tits." 

I was getting really nervous and wanted to get out of 
there, but what could I do? 

One of the other seniors a tall muscular guy spoke up. 
"Let’s see if Kyle’s got tits. Strip bare assed for us, 
Kyle." 

Can you even imagine what it’s like to be standing in a 
locker room filled with eight fully dressed teenage 
high school jocks and have them tell you to strip 
naked? It’s the most shameful thing that can happen to 
a dude. I didn’t know what to say. I just stood there, 
frozen. Then I heard Jake’s voice from behind me. 

"You heard the man, Kyle. Strip bare assed for us." 

"Guys, I gotta study for a test I have today." 

"Take off all your clothes, Kyle!" 

I looked around at the sea of smiling teen boy faces. 
They were so enjoying this. I pulled my tee shirt off 
and kicked off my sandals. Now I was dressed in only 
the tight jeans. 

"He looks so pretty in those cunt huggers, I could just 
eat him alive," cooed Skeeter, and everyone laughed as 
they always did at his comments. 

"Yeah, but he looks a whole lot prettier with them off, 
" Jake said. How come when guys like Jake make gay 
comments, it never sounds gay, and they never get 
accused of being a homo. Everyone accepts really queer 
comments from studs like Jake. He does stuff like walks 
up to his buddies and pinches their nipples, and nobody 
say anything about it. They just laugh and horse around 
right back at him. I guess it’s because he’s so fucking 
masculine. 

I looked at Jake. "Do I have to?" 

Jake did his cute pout. "You want to piss don’t you? 
You haven’t pissed this morning yet. You jerked your 
dick all the way to school in my car, you weren’t so 
shy then. Did you tell the guys how you stripped off 
your pants and put your big feet up on the dashboard 
and spanked the monkey while a busload of little kids 
looked on?" 

"No way, man," Ted roared and high fived Jake. 

"Take off the pants, Kyle," Jake said with a kind of 
certainty. 

I sucked in my belly, undid the top button and 
unzipped. The pants were so tight they opened by 
themselves. I peeled them off and stood there bare 
assed naked in the locker room, surrounded by seniors. 

"Man, are you sure he’s seven inches? He looks about 
four and a half to me." One senior said. "You know the 
rules." 

Jake reached into his book bag and produced the photos 
he had taken of me. I wanted to fall through the floor. 

"Here he is with a hard on, and here he is measuring 
it." 

Oh God. To a teenager, his prick is the most secret, 
private part of his entire life. I mean, he thinks 
about it a lot, he worries about it, he fantasizes 
about it, but the last thing he wants is for anyone 
else to see it or talk about it, except maybe for some 
hot chick he is dating. 

"His nuts look okay," Skeeter said, squatting down to 
get a better view of my genitals. "Nothing to write 
home about, but perfectly adequate." 

"They don’t hold a gallon of cum, like Jakes, " Mack 
said, and all the guys laughed. 

"Well not everyone has the ultimate baby maker hanging 
between his thighs, " Ted said. More laughter. 

"Did you guys know, I got at least six little brats 
already?" Jake boasted, squeezing his huge crotch lump. 

"Yes, we did Jake, you tell us about it every other 
fucking day." More laughter. "And we all know why Miss 
Larsen took sick leave last semester, to get rid of the 
unwanted bun in the oven." 

Jake laughed. "And she was so hot for my prick, that I 
fucked her unprotected again right after she came back. 
Ha!" 

Meanwhile I stood there naked, hands behind my back, so 
they could stare at my cock and balls. 

"Okay Kyle, this morning’s assignment is to show us how 
you have been following orders. No pissing without 
permission, so we want you to piss for us now, in your 
bottle." 

Jesus, they wanted to watch me piss. How sick. They 
wanted me to stand there and piss in a bottle in front 
of them. Sickos. Well, I’d show them I wasn’t a 
sissyboy. I would do it. I could take whatever they 
dished out. I opened the bottle and smelled the stale 
piss coming from it. I put the bottle on the floor and 
stood over it. I could feel the piss wanting release. 

"Oh just a minute, Kyle," Jake said. "A couple of other 
kids want to watch." Oh shit no, not more seniors. 

I stood there helpless and naked as Jake went to the 
locker room door and held it open. Then I almost fell 
through the floor. Ten seventh and eighth grade boys 
and girls came into the locker room. They were 
jabbering excitedly as if going in to see the 
blockbuster film of the year. 

"Right this way, gang, the Kyle Piss Show is about to 
start." Seventh grade girls, Jesus, I put my hands in 
front of my crotch. 

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, big boy. Take your hands away. This is 
the first live prick some of these girls have ever 
seen. Give them a good show." 

They were looking at me, they were staring at my cock 
and balls. Twelve and thirteen year old girls and boys 
were looking at my naked dick. They grew very quiet. 

Jake was eyeing up the girls. "How many of you 
beautiful young things have never seen a boy piss 
before?" Like in a class, all the girls raised their 
hands. 

"How many of you gorgeous dolls have never seen a cock 
live before?" The same hands went up, and all the 
seniors chuckled. Fresh virgin cunt! 

"Kyle, show these nice girls and boys your cock and 
balls." What did he mean, show them. I was fucking 
standing there bare assed naked. How could they help 
but see it. 

"Spread your legs and move your hips a bit, so the 
balls swing back and forth." The boys giggled like 
eighth grade boys will do, still not all man 
themselves. A few of them seemed really turned on by 
the sight The girls started to giggle. 

Jake was in his element. "Girls, you have no idea how 
good the balls of a teenage jock can taste." The girls 
giggled wildly at that, all embarrassed, and a few 
turned away, but then looked back again. 

"Okay, Kyle, time is fleeting. Take your morning piss 
for us. Only don’t use your hands , we want to see 
everything, these girls and boys want to watch the pee 
spraying out of your pisshole. And make sure to get it 
all in the bottle, because any that goes on the floor, 
you will have to lick up!" 

Well it was fucking impossible. You know that. He knew 
that, they all knew that. To get all the piss in the 
bottle without touching my dick to aim. I got most of 
it in the bottle, the room grew deadly silent while I 
pissed. But some of it sprayed the side of the bottle 
and puddle on the floor. I was mortified. 

Jake frowned. "Oh Kyle, too bad, some of your piss 
missed the bottle, now you have to get down on the 
floor and lick it all up!" 

"Jake, I can’t. I can’t do that." 

Jake glowered. "Kyle, don’t embarrass me in front of my 
seventh and eighth grade friends. I need to show them 
how the guys in this school respect me. Now do what I 
say, Kyle, or you will be very, very sorry indeed." 

I looked around. The senior guys looked ready to beat 
the shit out of me. I felt like crying. I sank to my 
knees. How could I do this? How could I lick up fresh 
piss in front of a gang of little kids? 

I knelt there, unable to move, bent over the pool of 
stinking piss. Then I felt Jake’s foot on my neck, 
pressing me ever closer to the pee. His foot pushed my 
face down into the floor, and my nose and mouth were 
mashed in the piss on the concrete. For some reason, I 
thought of all the jocks who had walked on this floor 
bare foot and how unsanitary it must be, that thought 
was almost worse than the piss. 

"Is he queer?" One of the eighth grade boys asked. 

"Well, that’s what we have to find out. You see, we 
can’t have any faggots on the swim team, so we are 
testing him, giving him an initiation to see if he’s a 
fucking homo or not." Jake explained. 

Several of the boys nodded solemnly. They understood 
that faggots had to be destroyed. Girl fuckers could do 
any sick gay shit they wanted to, and call it fooling 
around, but faggots had to be wiped out.

And I l a sixteen year old healthy, normal teenage boy, 
was about to lick up my own piss! 


Chapter 8


A healthy sixteen year old high school student naked on 
his hands and knees licking up his own piss off the 
floor. Pretty disgusting, huh? How do such things come 
about. Call if peer pressure if you like. I don’t know 
how or why I caved. Was it in me all along? Am I a 
natural born sissy? Well one thing is sure, as I knelt 
there, licking up my foul tasting piss and trying not 
to puke, the other guys and girls present formed 
definite opinions of me. 

"That’s the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen," said 
one seventh grade girl. Jake was next to her with his 
arm around her neck, his fingers playing with her 
nipple inside her swimsuit. She was only twelve, not 
tits at all yet, and I knew that Jake would have his 
nine inch dick in her pussy before the week was out. 
She looked up at him like he was a god. Ted had also 
zeroed in on a seventh or eighth grade cunt and was 
nuzzling her neck. The guys were using me and my 
humiliation to get to the girls. 

The young boys stood with mouths open. They were at 
that skittish age, twelve and thirteen when their own 
sexuality isn’t quite fully formed yet, and they didn’t 
know what to make of me. Shit, I don’t know what to 
make of me. The senior boys sure enjoyed the site. Then 
the morning bell rang, and we knew we had to get ready 
to go to homeroom. 

"Okay, everybody shows over for today. But there will 
be more soon," Jake announced, slipping a hand down to 
feel the cunt of the twelve year old girl outside her 
swimsuit. She giggled and tried to push his hand away, 
but it wouldn’t leave with out a good feel of her cunt-
pad through her suit.

 Can you imagine an eighteen year old stud making a 
move on a twelve year old girl? These guys were pretty 
extreme, which may have explained their attitude toward 
my initiation. As the kids filed out, I stood up, my 
dick swinging and looked around rather dazed. I could 
smell the piss on my face and lips, and I could taste 
it. I turned to head for the showers. 

"Time to get dressed for class Kyle," Skeeter said 
nicely. 

"Yeah, I just want to shower first." 

"Oh no time for that. We can’t have the newest member 
of our illustrious swim team late for class. Shower 
after school at swim practice." 

"But Skeeter, I’ll stink like piss all day!" 

He smiled. "Yeah." He said, and the other seniors 
laughed. 

What could I do? While I dressed, I heard Jake say to 
the twelve year old girl, 
"Do you have time to see something really special?" He 
steered the pretty, young, innocent thing behind the 
lockers, and I knew, I just knew he was going to show 
her his dick.

I slipped on my tiny tee shirt and forced myself into 
the tight jeans. I had been instructed to carry the 
piss bottle in the open to all my classes. I was to 
tell anyone who asked it was for a science project. I 
knew I would get lots of laughs and snickers. 

Before I left, I couldn’t resist sneaking up to the 
lockers and peering around at Jake and the girl. I was 
obsessed with this eighteen year old jock and how he 
operated. Sure enough. He was standing there with his 
jeans and boxers down around his ankles, and the little 
girl was staring at his massive hunk of fuck meat. 

"What do you think, Angie? Do you like it?" 

"Oh my God, it’s, it’s so beautiful, " what a fucking 
little slut. 

"It’s the biggest one in school. And Angie, I really 
like you, it could be all yours." 

She almost choked. "You mean, you mean you want to date 
me?" 

"Well, I know we couldn’t tell your parents or 
anything. They would never allow an eighteen year old 
high school senior to date their twelve year old 
daughter. But Angie, I think you are really mature for 
your age, and I really like you." He smiled his winning 
smile and moved his hips so his fat half hard prick 
swung over his huge balls. 

For some reason I had to hang on to the locker, my 
knees grew so weak. 

"I really like you too Jake. I mean, I come to all your 
games. I would love to go on a date with you." 

"What if you tell your parents that you are staying 
over at a friend’s house, and we go out on Friday 
night.?" He reached out and ran his fingers through her 
long curly hair. She was such a little innocent thing. 

"I guess, I never lied to them before." Here eyes kept 
returning to Jake’s fat prick. 

"Think of the fun we can have." He said smiling. 

"Okay, I’ll do it." 

"That’s my girl. Tell you what, I’ll call you later in 
the week. Now I gotta get to class. Why don’t you say 
good boy to your new best friend, my big fat cock." 

Jesus, how could she be so stupid to fall for him and 
just do whatever he said like that?

"Goodbye, Jake’s cock." She said very sweetly, her eyes 
eating it up.

"Oh come on, Angie, shake hands with it." 

Angie, I am sure had never touched a dick in her life, 
but now, she reached out one hand and wrapped her 
delicate little fingers around his thick rubbery fuck-
hose. I remembered having to kiss it the night before, 
and my breath grew quick and ragged. Angie closed her 
eyes and stood there with Jake’s cock in her hand. The 
look on her face was like she had died and gone to 
heaven. Then Jake took her hand away and zipped up. She 
looked lost. 

"Gotta go, I’ll call you, and I can’t wait until 
Friday." Jake was out of the locker rom in five 
seconds, leaving her standing there dazed. I felt I had 
a duty to perform. 

"Angie," I said rounding the corner. "You’re only in 
seventh grade. You’re much to young for a guy like 
Jake. You’ll only get hurt. Please reconsider." 

She glared at me. "You just want him all to yourself, 
you faggot." She spat at me, and stormed passed me out 
of the locker room. So much for my good deed. 

The rest of the day went ok. Lot’s of kids smelled the 
piss on me and moved away, and everybody snickered at 
my outfit. I had to go see Mr. Jenkins, the counselor, 
who advised me that my clothing was inappropriate for 
school. I told him bluntly that it was for an 
initiation onto the swim team. He laughed, and his eyes 
twinkled. 

"Well, tell your buddies to tone it down a bit, okay?" 
I wish. The only really humiliating part of the day was 
when I had to take a dump. 

I asked Mack for permission and he insisted that three 
seniors accompany me to the toilet. They made me strip 
totally naked to take my shit and they forced me to 
keep the stall door open so they could watch. It was 
really hard to shit that way, but I had to go so badly, 
I had no choice. Every time I farted or dropped a turd, 
they all whistled and laughed and moaned about how much 
my shit stank. Other guys came in and work must have 
spread, for soon there were at least ten guys watching 
me take a shit. 

It was really bad. The worst part was when I had to 
wipe. As I reached for the toilet paper, Mack said, 
"Hey Kyle, lift your legs and spread them, show us your 
shitty ass." I sat there naked on the toilet with ten 
high school dudes watching. You know how kids are that 
age, they were all hyper and making dirty comments. 
They punched each other and bent down to get a better 
look at me. 

"Please Ted, I don’t want to do that." 

"Kyle, don’t give me trouble or I’ll tell Jake. Now 
lift your legs up high and spread them wide." 

I hunkered down on the toilet seat so I could raise my 
legs wide, I spread them so my feet were on the walls 
of the stall on either side of me. This gave a pretty 
good view of my asshole to all the boys watching. If 
you don’t think I felt like shit at that moment, you 
are pretty stupid. I felt like I wanted to die. I tried 
to put my humiliating position out of my mind, but how 
could I do that? Fortunately the next bell once again 
cut their fun short. I reached for the toilet paper but 
Mack put a hand in and tore it off the roll. 

"Use your fingers." 

Jesus Christ, how bad were things going to get? This 
was just totally sick. I looked up at him, and he stood 
there, arrogant jock bouncing the toilet paper roll in 
his hand. The guys leaving hurried back, not caring if 
they were late. They didn’t want to miss this. 

"Hurry up Kyle, use your fingers to clean your shitty 
ass." 

With trembling hand, I reached down and wiped my ass 
with my fingers. Clogs of shit came off onto my fingers 
and I shook them down into the toilet bowl. It was 
horrible. I started to gag, and the guys broke up with 
laughter. I put my fingers back to my hole and forced 
one in, scooping up the shit around my asshole. I’m 
sure my eyes filled with tears cause one dude said, 
"Look the faggot is crying." Boys ran into the toilet 
to have a leak before next class, and all of them 
stopped to watch me wipe my ass with my finger. 

"From now on, until the initiation is over, you’re not 
allowed any toilet paper, Kyle. You’re Goddamned lucky 
we’re allowing you to wash your hole and hand after you 
dump. So consider yourself fortunate." They left, and I 
spend the next class scrubbing my asshole and my hand. 
The smell took forever to get rid of. I felt miserable. 

 Nothing else happened except that after swim practice, 
all the guys just dropped their speedos on the floor 
and expected me to pick them up and take them home and 
wash them, not that they needed washing, the chlorine 
of the pool kept them pretty clean. Jake and I drove 
home pretty much in silence. He did go on about his new 
conquest. 

"Fuck, I can’t wait to get my dick into that Angie’s 
hot little twelve year old box on Friday night. I’ll 
bet her pussy is as tiny as your asshole." 

"Jake, don’t you think it’s wrong for you to want to 
fuck a twelve year old girl?" 

He looked at me with honest confusion. "Wrong, why? If 
I don’t fuck her, some stupid eighth grade dude with a 
dick the size of a peanut will, you know it. She’s 
ready for it. Shit, is she ready for it. She might as 
well enjoy a real man sized hunk of fuck-meat."

"But Jake, you’re eighteen years old and she’s twelve." 

He laughed. "Yeah, sweet, ain’t it?"

"What if your dick is too big for her? What if you hurt 
her?" 

"I promise to be real gentle, on the first thrust! Ha, 
ha! Okay, Mr. Worrywart." He slapped my knee. "You did 
good today Kyle. The guys were impressed." 

"Jake, I wanted to talk to you about that. There are 
just too fucking gross. I mean, you said I might have 
to do some little chores for them, but now, all this 
sick stuff. It’s perverted Jake. I don’t think I can 
handle it." 

He put his foot on the brake and looked at me. "Oh 
sure. I go out on a limb to recommend you. I put my 
reputation on the line for you, and then the minute 
things get a little bit rough, all in fun I might add, 
you want to bail out."

"Come on Jake, that’s not true. Look at the disgusting 
stuff I did today. I really tried for my sake as well 
as yours. I want to be on the team. I want to be liked. 
But It’s just pretty psycho if you ask me." 

"Kyle, it’s all in fun. Yes, it’s a little kinky, but 
that’s part of the fun, like any college frat 
initiation. You’ve seen that show Dog Eat Dog on TV, 
look how they make the contestants strip bare assed in 
front of a whole audience. I don’t see what the fuck 
you are so uptight about. Maybe you’re not the best 
friend I thought you were." He turned the radio up and 
went on driving. I reached out and turned it down 
again. 

"Jake, it’s not that and you know it. I am your best 
friend. I would do anything for you.( I don’t know 
where that came from. I guess I needed friendship badly 
at my new school) It just that, could you talk to the 
guys? Get them to cut me some slack? Just don’t make 
the stuff quite so perverted and nasty. I’m willing to 
go through an initiation, but I don’t like ten guys 
watching me shit."

Jake smiled, "Yeah, I heard about that, sounded pretty 
funny, actually." 

"Please, Jake. Talk to the guys. Get them to lighten up 
a bit."

He pulled up in front of my house. 

"And if I do talk to them, they will call me a wuss. 
I’m supposed to be their captain, the toughest of them 
all. And here I am begging them to lighten up on you. 
So alright, say I do this What do I get out of it?" 

My words almost stuck in my throat. "What do you want, 
Jake?" 

He looked at me and grinned. "I want you to suck my 
dick."


Chapter 9


I couldn’t believe what Jake had just said. "Are you 
nuts, Jake? What the fuck is wrong with you? I don’t do 
that kind of shit, and you know it. Would you?" 

Jake looked at me very serious like our entire 
friendship was on the line. Then he shook his head as 
if disappointment rocked his entire being. "I thought 
you were my best buddy. I put my reputation on the line 
for you, and this is how you repay me." 

"Jake, you just asked me to blow you for shit’s sake!" 
My voice was louder and more strident than is should 
have been, but I was fucking freaked. 

"Look Kyle, it’s like this. I need a real test of your 
loyalty. I need you to prove to me that you really 
care. I just don’t know if I can trust you. I mean look 
how you freaked out over a little harmless initiation 
fun. Now you want me to talk to the guys. Well, if I 
do, and I am risking losing their respect, then you 
gotta prove to me that you will be faithful and loyal 
to me! I can’t think of a better way." 

I tried to bring the conversation back down to reality. 
‘Jake, listen to yourself. You want me to suck your 
dick!" Suddenly I had images of his huge hunk of fuck-
meat in my mind, I don’t know why. "I am not gay, I 
don’t want to be gay, I can’t stand the idea." 

"That’s exactly why it’s so perfect. It would be stupid 
to try to test you with something you liked doing. 
Where’s the challenge in that? That would be like Fear 
Factor without any fear. No, it’s gotta be this. You 
only got to do it once, and it will be just between you 
and me. Nobody else has to ever know." 

I sulked. Why I ever even let myself get to the point 
of sulking, I’ll never know. "You told your friends I 
kissed it, you promised you wouldn’t." 

He smiled, "Yeah, I know, I’m sorry about that. Ted got 
it out of me. You know he has a way about him, he just 
gets me to tell him all kinds of shit. But I swear to 
you, I will not say a word to Ted about this. And if 
you do this for me, then I’ll go to bat for you with 
the guys." 

"Jesus, Jake, I don’t even think I can suck a dick. I 
mean the whole idea makes me really sick." 

"Thanks a lot. Half the girls in this town and their 
mothers would cut off their tits to get a taste of my 
prick, and you say it makes you sick. If a thirteen 
year old cunt can do it and like it, how can it hurt 
you? You’ve had chicks suck your dick, haven’t you?" 

"Sure, of course, lots of times." 

"Well, did it hurt them any? Were they changed after? 
What’s the big deal, Kyle? Its just a proof of 
friendship and loyalty. Why don’t we go inside and get 
it over with?" 

Before I had time to answer, Jake was out of the car 
and around to my side. He opened the door like I was 
his date and practically pulled me out. He slung one 
arm over my shoulder best buddy fashion and walked with 
me up into my house. 

We were no sooner in side then he said. "Strip out of 
your clothes, ok? I like people to be bare assed with 
they suck my dick. I gotta go take a piss first. Be 
naked in your bedroom when I finish, ok?" He didn’t 
even wait for an answer, but loped his big muscular 
frame in the direction of the downstairs bathroom. 

I just stood there, feeling really stupid, but there 
was this tingling sensation in my lower gut and groin 
that I couldn’t explain. How could I go through with 
this? Why should I? Was having friends and being a on 
stupid swim team worth this? Totally humiliating 
myself? I moved to the stairs like a zombie.

Upstairs in my room, I took off the stupid Michael 
Jackson tee shirt and looked at my naked torso in the 
mirror. I was a good looking kid. I should have a 
steady girlfriend like most guys. How had I fallen in 
with this bunch of animals? My body was getting more 
muscular every day, and although I wasn’t large, I was 
well proportioned. I kicked off my sandals. And just 
stood there, feeling scared and excited and hot. 

"Still dressed? Come on dude, get your pants off, I 
can’t wait. I was supposed to get sucked by Debbie 
Clauson at lunch today, but the dumb bitch had to meet 
with some teacher. I am so horny I could fucking 
explode. Shit, if I don’t get off at lunch, I can’t 
concentrate at all during my afternoon classes."

I turned and almost fainted. There stood Jake, the star 
athlete of our school, fucking bare assed naked with 
this humongous nine inch boner waving at me. He was so 
comfortable with his nudity, something I could never 
be. He didn’t seem to mind it at all, shit, not mind 
it, he gloried in it. He loved to show off his dick, of 
course if any of us had a prick like he did, we’d enjoy 
showing it off too. 

"Come on, dude, I’m gonna fucking explode." He put one 
large hand down and squeezed his low hanging full sack 
of nuts. 

"Jake, couldn’t we do something else, I mean, I don’t 
think, " 

 "Look asswipe, I thought this was all settled. You 
agreed to blow me, now don’t go back on your word." 

 "Jake, I didn’t exactly agree to, , " he slapped me. 
The fucker reached out one large hand and slapped me. 
Hard too. My face swung to the right. It stung like 
hell. 

"Look Bitch! Don’t be a fucking cock-tease. That’s one 
thing I can’t stand. That's the absolute worst thing 
you can do to me. Now in my car just a few minutes ago, 
you agreed to suck my dick. And now by God, you are 
going to follow through with your promise. Now take off 
the fucking pants, or so help me God, I rip them off." 
He was buff, no doubt abut it and his six pack rippled 
as his body tensed. His dick bounced and his balls 
swung. 

My face burned like hell. I unzipped the too tight 
jeans and I peeled them down. 

"Look at that, your prick is half hard already. You are 
enjoying this Kyle, admit it." He had that smile on his 
face again, but his eyes had a crazy look. Maybe it was 
lust. 

"Jake, just tell me. Why do you want me to suck you 
off?" 

"Two fucking reasons, ass-face. First of all, I am 
horny as hell, and I don’t exactly see and chicks 
around here with their mouths open. Second, I need 
proof that you are my best friend, especially after 
making a promise to me and then trying to break it." 

Jesus, had I promised to suck his dick? I couldn’t even 
remember anymore. I was so fucking confused. I stood 
there naked, three feet from this high school hunk. My 
dick was smaller than his by two inches and not nearly 
as thick. His was like a fucking beer can. Honest go 
God, it was terrifying. He walked up to me and I feared 
for one second he would hit me again. But he raised his 
large hands and placed them gently on my shoulders. 

"Come on, Kyle. You are my best buddy, aren’t you? The 
very best buddy of the most popular guy in school. 
We’re like brothers. We need to seal our friendship 
with a special bond. Do this one thing for me, and I’ll 
know you love me like a friend." His hands put pressure 
on my shoulders, gently, but with force and I went down 
to my knees in front of his massive cunt-buster. 

How many girls had been in that position, I wondered. 
Hundreds I’m sure. But I was a boy. A sixteen year old 
straight boy. What was Jake doing to me? His hands held 
me there on my knees in front of his naked body. He 
stepped closer to me. I could smell the odor from his 
prick and balls now, sweaty. It was an odor I sometimes 
noticed on my own hands after I played with my prick. 

The dick was only inches from my face. I stared at the 
large piss-hole in the big knock-head. It opened and 
closed like a little mouth and cloudy liquid dribbled 
from it. I was going to suck dick. Jake was going to 
make me suck dick. Only a few hours ago, I had thought 
being made to piss in front of a gang of kids was the 
worst thing that could ever happen to me. Now I knew I 
was far from correct, there were many more degrading 
things that I could be put through. 

"Jake, I don’t want to be a cocksucker!" I whimpered. I 
know that was a pussy thing to do, but I couldn’t help 
it. You see, the way I figure it, once you suck dick, 
you are a cocksucker, always, for the rest of your 
life. You can never not be a cocksucker again, even if 
you never do it again. 

"Just relax, baby," Jake cooed, in a soothing romantic 
voice. Shit he was treating me like some date he was 
putting the make on. His fingers massaged and caressed 
my neck and shoulders. Then he held my face in his 
hands. He stepped closer and his wet prick head bumped 
against my nose and lips. He rubbed his dickhead all 
over my face. Thick liquid pre fuck coated my face, and 
I started to shake from fear and disgust and 
fascination. 

"This is going to go so well, Kyle. You’ll see. Now 
just open your mouth. Come on, be a good buddy. Make me 
proud of you. Show me how much you think of me. Open up 
wide." 

The whole fucking room was spinning. I opened my mouth 
and I felt Jake’s dickhead at my lips. Shit it was a 
thick fucking cock. He slowly eased his prick into my 
mouth. I kept telling myself it was only a test, .that 
it would be over soon. 

"Sure, you like it, don’t you? I always knew you would 
like it," he said, sliding four inches of dick into my 
mouth. I wanted to answer that I didn’t like it, but 
the fucking cock was so thick, I had to stretch my 
mouth wide to take it in. How the fuck a thirteen or 
fourteen year old girl could take it, I’ll never know. 
He probably just forced them. 

I stared straight ahead his Jakes prick bush as he put 
more and more cock into my mouth. 

"There Kyle, you like that, don’t you. You want that. 
It tastes so fucking good, doesn’t it? Hmmmm? Doesn’t 
that taste good?"

I was having trouble breathing, I tried to keep 
breathing through my nose, but at a little over six 
inches in my, the dick was clogging my air passage. I 
realized I had to breath on the out strokes, if Jake 
did any out strokes.

"Three more inches to go, have to go down into your 
throat to get it all in. Just relax your throat muscles 
baby, just relax and enjoy. Oh yeah, you are in 
paradise now, aren’t you? Cock Heaven. You have the 
most beautiful dick in the whole school, maybe in the 
whole fucking city in your mouth. Aren’t you special, 
Kyle? What a lucky boy you are." 

Oh God. The whole thing was so perverse, so dirty. He 
kept talking to me in that quiet, smooth, hypnotic 
voice of his. He was such a player. Such a cook dude. 
He was feeding me his prick and making it sound like I 
was the one who needed it.

"Here we go, all the way down your throat, I want you 
face right up against my prick bush and balls, all the 
way in balls deep." He gently held the back of my head 
then pushed me into his groin. I felt his hot flesh 
against my face as nine inches of dick went down my 
throat, I gagged, but there was no way for the gag to 
even emerge, I was face stuffed with prick. Jake rocked 
on his toes and then pulled half the prick out again, 
and I was able to suck in air. 

"That a girl, just suck, don’t make me do all the work. 
Show me how much you love me, make love to that big 
fucking cock. Suck that cherry buster." 

I was a cocksucker. I was a cocksucker now. I was 
sucking Jake’s fat dick. I was on my knees, bare assed 
naked, sucking the dick of the most popular boy in high 
school, and by God, my dick was hard. My fucking dick 
was hard. I was fucked! I had a hard dick. Why the fuck 
did I have a hard dick? 

Suddenly, he let go of my head and stepped back. I kept 
sucking for a minute, sucking air and dick slop and 
spit. Drool ran from my mouth, and for a second there 
was a bridge of dick-slime and spit from his cock-head 
to my mouth. As I say, he stepped back and put his 
hands on his hips. I looked up at him, totally lost. 

"This is not working. You are a lousy cocksucker." He 
looked frustrated. We musn’t frustrate Jake. 

"I never," I had to clear my throat of slime. "I never 
did it before. I don’t know what to do." 

"Okay I’ll forgive you this time." THIS TIME! THIS 
TIME? WHAT THE FUCK DID HE MEAN? "But I’ve got a 
homework assignment for you for tonight. I want you to 
get on line, on some really gay sites and get some 
cock-sucking advice from some faggots. I want you to 
get cock-sucking tips and I want printouts to I can see 
that you really did it." While he talked, he danced 
like a boxer, bouncing on his big naked feet, and his 
prick swung and slapped his thighs. I wanted object 
that I had never been on a gay site in my life, but he 
cut me short. 

"And I don’t want any protests. You do this assignment 
and you have it done by tomorrow. I want at least 
twenty five good cock-sucking tips. I want to see the 
messages between you and the faggots. And be polite and 
thank them. For now, we’ll just have to improvise. Open 
your mouth as wide as you can and stick out your 
tongue." 

He didn’t even give me a chance to object. Jake never 
took criticism easily. I knelt there with my mouth open 
and my tongue out, feeling really ashamed and 
humiliated, and just a bit sick. But my damned prick 
was rock hard. He moved in again and rested the head of 
his fat dick on my tongue. I could feel the pre fuck 
running in a small stream down my tongue into my 
throat. My breathing was heavy and ragged. I felt 
dizzy. 

"Okay, Kyle, now keep my dick on your tongue, but see 
if you can make your lips more round, make your mouth 
more like a pussy." Jesus, he wanted my mouth to be a 
pussy. "Watch your teeth and keep you mouth round and 
soft like a twat, now I’m going to slide my prick into 
your mouth-cunt, bring your tongue back with my dick 
and work your tongue on the bottom of my fuck-meat. 
Provide suction with your pussy lips." 

My Pussy Lips? He meant my mouth didn’t he? Shit he was 
treated my face like it was a cunt. He took hold of my 
ears to guide his fuck-slab into my face pussy. I was 
serving as the face pussy of an eighteen year old high 
school senior. And my only purpose was for him to 
unload in me, so he could dump his dick slop into my 
throat. How low can a kid fall? 

"Oh yeah bitch, that’s a little better. Keep working 
that tongue, keep sucking with those lips, keep that 
suction tight, like a baby’s twat. Oh yeah," he was 
fucking my face quite hard now, smashing my nose up 
into his public hair and his dick down into my throat. 

"Work those throat muscles, don’t gag, that’s an insult 
to my dick. You gotta learn to get over that. Work 
those throat muscles to massage my prick. Now reach up 
with one hand and play with my nuts." 

O reached up one hand and cupped his fuck-sack. It was 
so big it poured over my hand. I gently massaged his 
egg sized nuts in their flesh sack. At eighteen, Jake 
was so fucking masculine, I couldn’t stand it. I sucked 
harder and harder. I couldn’t breath, but I didn’t 
care. 

"That’s it! That’s it! I’m gonna blow! I’m gonna blast! 
Oh fuck! Oh fuck yeah! Shit! Suck it bitch, suck that 
baby batter out of me." He pounded into my face, 
hurting my nose, yanking on my ears, using them as 
handles. 

I was way passed being out of breath, I was turning 
blue. I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t care if I passed 
out, if I died. I was facially impaled on the dick of 
death. I was a face twat for a high school jock. I 
could feel the beer can thick prick swell even more. I 
could actually feel the veins along the cock stalk, 
then he pressed my face hard into his groin and pushed 
once more, grunting like an animal.

"Oh FUCK! FUCK YEAH! I’M SHOOTING! OH YOU FUCKING 
BITCH! YOU FUCKING WHORE! YOU SLUT FACE! YOU FUCKING 
TWATMOUTH!!" 

The cum gushed, he didn’t just shoot, he virtually 
exploded. Hot dick-snot splashed the back of my throat 
and slid down into my gullet. It backed up and filled 
my mouth alongside the massive hunk of fuck-meat. It 
came and came, five, six, seven spurts. I’ve never know 
a dick to cum like that. Five times as much cum as I 
ever produced. 

"SHIT, WHAT A FUCKING MOTHERFUCKER YOU ARE!" he 
screamed at the top of his lungs, arching his back, My 
hand went around to his ass and held his muscular ass 
globes as he shot his baby making mix down my throat. 
Then it was over. He pulled me off. He held my head and 
wiped his still leaking dick on my hair and then across 
my face. I was dazed. I was beaten. I was face fucked. 

"Not too bad," he smiled down at my cum covered face, 
"For the first time." 


Chapter 10


There I was a sixteen year old high school student, 
naked and on my knees, my mouth hanging open and jock 
cum dripping from my lips and hanging in strings from 
my chin. Jake sauntered across my bedroom like he owned 
it, cock slime hanging from his big swinging half hard 
dick. He flopped onto my bed. I hadn’t realized how 
large his feet were. He lay there with legs spread, his 
fat sagging balls resting on the bed sheet. He was so 
fucking handsome. 

"Okay, stud, you did real good, go ahead and take a 
shower and shit and piss, or whatever you want."

I struggled to my feet, my legs feeling watery and 
weak. I looked around my bedroom. It would always seem 
alien to me now, after this violation. I didn’t even 
wipe the cock slop off my chin. I turned toward the 
bathroom and willed my legs to move. I hadn’t taken two 
steps when Jake’s voice stopped me. 

"Hey, dude, aren’t you forgetting something?" 

I turned back to the jock on my bed. "Huh?" 

"Aren’t you forgetting something? When your girlfriends 
suck your dick, what do they do when they’re finished?" 

I couldn’t make head nor tail of what he was getting 
at. "Huh?" I said again, totally wiped out. 

He crossed his muscular arms behind hid head and smiled 
at me. 

"After a chick sucks a dick, what does she do?" 

"I don’t know what you mean, Jake?" My mind was numb. 

"Dopey, after you suck a dick, you clean it, don’t 
you?" 

I stood there numb. I mean, I am no idiot. Sure, after 
a chick sucks a dick, she has to clean it, everybody 
knows that, but I wasn’t a chick. And I had never 
sucked dick before. 

"Ah, I guess." 

Jake’s smile broadened, and he spread his muscular 
legs, arching his floppy half hard prick, causing his 
nuts to bounce. 

I turned to get a washcloth, 

"Where are you going, dude?" 

"To get a wash cloth." 

"Do your girlfriend’s use a washcloth to clean a dick 
after it’s been sucked or fucked?" 

"Ah, no, they use, um..." I couldn’t even say it. I 
felt sick to my stomach. The cum I had swallowed was 
doing flip flops in my tummy. 

"Well," He wasn’t going to give in. I was trapped. 

I stumbled back to the bed and looked down at the 
handsome jock. His stomach was tight. His prick was a 
bit pink from fucking my face, and it was covered with 
cock slime, some of it now drying into white flakey 
crust. Cum glistened on his fleshy scrotum. Cum clogged 
the full bush of prick hair. Some even leaked down 
between his legs along the sides of his sack. 

"Clean me up, buddy. Do a good job. Then you can go 
take your shower."

I knelt on the bed. My whole body was shaking, and I 
didn’t know if I could keep my balance. Why couldn’t I 
fight him? Why couldn’t I just tell him to go fuck 
himself? I leaned my head down toward the pick I had 
just sucked. It was so fucking fat, I couldn’t believe 
it. It glistened with fuck slime.

I stuck out my tongue and leaned closer. I felt one of 
Jake’s big hands on the back of my head, gently pushing 
me toward his filthy prick. I felt my tongue touch dick 
flesh, and I licked. Cock-spooge covered my tongue. I 
scooped it up. I licked the dick clean. 

"Suck the baby batter out of my prick hair too. You’re 
job from now on is going to be to keep me clean down 
there." 

What did he mean, from now on? This was a one time 
thing. This was an initiation test, nothing more. What 
was going on? I licked the folds of the flaccid dick, 
then went to the prick patch and sucked the globs of 
fuck out of the forest of hair. I gagged a few times 
and felt a slight slap on the back of my head. 

"Hey, no gagging. That’s really rude." 

I couldn’t believe I was actually doing things to a 
guy’s dick! I licked the scrotum and then he spread his 
legs wider so I could get my tongue in between the ball 
bag and the thigh to scoop up the leaking cock-snot 
there. 

"And don’t go blaming me for the mess, it you’d done a 
better job sucking and swallowing, there wouldn’t be as 
much goop all over. Don’t worry, you’ll get better." 

I lifted my head. "Jake, I don’t know what you mean, 
but I agreed to..." 

He shoved me back playfully. "Are you going to take a 
fucking shower or not?" 

I spent about 45 minutes in the bathroom, crying under 
the hot shower spray. Shitting and pissing and then 
filling the tub and soaking. I didn’t want to face Jake 
again after what I had done. 

When I emerged from the bathroom, it was to receive a 
bigger shock. There, standing in the middle of my room, 
with his shirt and shoes and socks off, was Ted. 

I stood there in shock and then looked to Jake and then 
back to Ted. 

"How you doing buddy?" Ted said, rubbing his flat naked 
stomach. "I heard you were giving free blow jobs." 

The tears rolled down my cheeks. I turned to Jake, 
feeling like a betrayed lover. 

"You said, you promised, you would never tell a soul." 

Jake raised one hand in protest and grinned. "Hey, 
chill out. I’ll keep my promise. Nobody has to know, 
but shit, Ted is my best buddy, next to you. I tell him 
everything, don’t I Ted?" 

"You sure do." Ted nodded. "So how about it? Do I get a 
blow job too?" 

Before I could answer, Jake said, "You sure do. He 
wouldn’t give me one and not give one to a guy who is 
like a brother to me. Strip off those pants and get it 
hard, come on, Kyle, show him how good you’re getting. 
You know Ted, Kyle wasn’t worth shit at first, but by 
the time he swallowed my sperm, he showed promise. I 
got him doing some homework on it tonight." 

"Man, I haven’t blown my load since this morning. I am 
ready to explode." Ted dropped his pants and boxers and 
stepped out of them. His dick wasn’t as big as Jakes of 
course, but it was still a massive cunt-buster. Ted sat 
on the side of the bed, legs spread wide, nuts hanging, 
dick bobbing. "Sally Jones sucked me yesterday, see if 
you can do a better job than that scag." 

I felt totally isolated, out someplace in space, lost. 
I didn’t know what to say or do. 

"Come on, Kyle, get with it, can’t you see my man Ted 
has a painful boner?" 

Tears ran down my cheeks. "Guys, please, I don’t want 
to be a cocksucker. I’m not queer. I don’t want to do 
this kind of stuff." 

Ted snapped his fingers. "Let’s go, buddy, before I 
shoot all over your bedroom. Let me feel that sweet, 
soft, warm mouth." Jake watched with interest as I once 
again sank to my knees and crawled in between Ted’s 
thighs. Now I was about to suck another boy’s dick in 
front of Jake. Jake was about to watch me suck the dick 
of one of his swim team buddies. 

The act of sucking a dick isn’t so awful, physically. I 
mean, its worse if the cock is sweaty and not washed, 
but it’s just putting a piece of flesh and muscle in 
your mouth, so what’s the big deal. Well the big deal 
is the psychological damage it does, cock-sucking is a 
dehumanizing act, a humiliating act, and swallowing a 
guy’s sperm is totally gross. That’s also part of the 
fun for a dude, the power he gets from having a chick 
or a faggot suck his prick. 

I opened my mouth and took Ted’s fat dick into it. I 
sucked. Ted leaned back on the bed and started to talk 
to Jake about some girl at school, his dick grew thick. 
The two jocks carried on this stupid conversation while 
I sucked Ted’s dick. It was like I didn’t even exist as 
a human being. I was just a dick dump. 

And Ted dumped a huge load down my throat. I pulled 
back, a trail of spooge going from my lower lip to his 
fuck-meat. 

"Don’t forget," Jake warned, and I cleaned off the 
prick with my mouth.

"Yeah, he’s not great, " Ted agreed, "but I’m sure 
he’ll get better." 

"I don’t know about you guys, but I am famished. What 
say, you make dinner for us, Kyle?" 

"Huh?" I wasn’t doing too well in the communication 
department.

"Dinner. How about making dinner for Ted and me?" 

"Ah, sure, I guess, " I started to think about what we 
had in the house. How could they be so casual after I 
had just sucked their pricks? 

"Well, let’s go downstairs," Jake walked naked out of 
my room into the hall. His tight round ass globes 
rolled. Ted followed, totally comfortable being naked. 
I wanted to cover my body, but knew it would be stupid. 

Jake turned around. "Hey, Kyle, to show your respect 
for your Swim team captains, you should crawl." 

"Yeah, man, we walk, you crawl," Ted agreed. 

I dropped to my knees and started to crawl down the 
hall after them. 

Crawling down the stairs was difficult. Ted and Jake 
hardly noticed. They were busy talking about how they 
should go to the middle school one day this week and 
look for potential young cunt. 

Jake turned into the living room and switched on the 
TV. "Kyle, go make dinner, call us when it’s ready." 

I made steaks for them, with asparagus and baked 
potato. My ma always kept the freezer well stocked, 
since she was home so little. 

When the food was ready, they came into the kitchen. 

"Smells great, Kyle. You did a really good job." 

"Good job, buddy," Ted said, plunking himself down at 
the table. 

"You got any beer?" 

"Yeah, but I’m not supposed..." 

"Two beers." Jake sat naked across from his jock buddy 
and dove into the food. 

I got them two beers, and then prepared to sit down 
myself to join them. 

"Hey, dude, while we eat, why don’t you crawl under the 
table and lick our balls?" 

"Don’t Jake. Enough is enough, I really can’t..." 

Suddenly Jake lost it. He reached over and flipped my 
plate onto the floor, steak, veggies, potato, going all 
over the place. I couldn’t believe it. 

"Look Ass-wipe, when I tell you to do something, you 
fucking do it! NOW GET YOUR WORTHLESS HOLE UNDER THE 
TABLE AND LICK OUR FUCKING BALLS!" 

I dropped. Jake looked at Ted and shook his head. "I’m 
really sorry and embarrassed, Ted. This Cunthole should 
be better behaved. He just can’t seem to get it into 
his head that we give the orders and he follows them." 

"We may have to take a belt or two to his ass." 

"I totally agree. After dinner." 

So while they had dinner, I crawled back and forth 
under the table and licked at their heavy, fleshy, 
sweaty, scrotums. It’s the sweat and piss drippings 
that make a guys balls taste and smell bad. They taste 
kind of salty and they smell rank. Ted had hairy balls, 
whereas Jake’s were smooth, like a model’s. I never did 
get to eat. I just licked teen jock nuts while they 
ate.

While they ate dessert, they made me suck on their 
toes. That was gross. I had to lick between their toes 
and then suck on the big toes, Their feet were clean, 
but it still was gross. While Jake sipped his coffee, I 
lay on the floor on my back, and he fucked his big toe 
in and out of my mouth. Ted moved his chair slightly so 
he could butt his big toe against my ass hole. I was 
half crying, half gagging on the toe in my mouth. The 
toe at my ass felt so humiliating, I almost lost it. I 
was fucking freaking out. I cried so hard, they lot 
their patience with me. 

 After dinner, they did take their belts to my ass. 
They whipped my poor teen ass until it had stripes 
across it, until it was more than red, it was almost 
black. I had to thank them for the ass swats and 
promise to do whatever they wanted, without question. 
Things had totally gotten out of hand, and I was 
trapped. 

I began to wonder what would happen if I told them to 
fuck the team and get out! But I knew it was somehow 
way beyond the team and shit like that. They were doing 
something to me intentionally, but where it would lead, 
I wasn’t sure. My ass throbbed, the ass globes were 
swollen. I lay on the floor and sobbed. 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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