"NNNOOOO! NNNNOOOO!" I yelled pointlessly as hands grabbed the thick waist band of my jockstrap and pulled it down and off in one quick motion. I could hear a cheer from the women as I was now totally naked, writhing on the floor trying to escape, while my soft cut cock and floppy balls rolled around between my legs in full view of each and every one of my female teachers. Hand after hand reached in and tugged on my penis and fondled my balls. Hands prevented me from bringing my knees together, ensuring my legs stayed open wide enough for many other hands to play with my meat.
"OUCH! THTOOOP!" I yelled as two hands gripped my nuts at the same time and pulled them in opposite directions. Phones moved in for close up pics and vids of my face, chest, abs and genitals.
"WHA AR YOU DOIN?!" I yelled as two women gripped my ankles and pulled them open and up to my head, raising my ass slightly in the air and putting me in the most embarrassing and exposed position of all time. My entire body tensed as a thick and greasy finger invaded my asshole, twisting and probing inside me. I could hear women offering words of encouragement like "use three fingers!" and "don't be afraid to be rough!"
I tried to break free but was held tightly in place.
"He wants it sooo badly," I remember Mrs. Jackson, the history teacher, saying casually to someone beside her.
I then felt a large object - a dildo!! - probing for my anal opening. It quickly moved into position just before thrusting its entire thick length deep into my shit chute. I heard myself scream like a banshee as my asshole felt like it had been hit with a blowtorch and stretched in all directions from the inside.
"Shhhh...just relax and take it like a man," a female voice whispered in my ear. I think it was the voice of my Spanish teacher last year.
Immediately, the dildo began a pistoning action in and out of my aching butthole. 10 inches out, 10 inches in, 10 inches out, 10 inches in.
My clouded mind darted between my arms being pinned down, to my ankles being held up and open, to hands fondling and pinching my nipples, cock and balls, to my asshole being pummeled. No sooner had the 10-incher snaked out of my butt for a few seconds of relief then another of a different shape and size took its place, battering away at my guts. This one felt just as long and thick as the first one but with a weird curve and deep ridges that assaulted different parts of my rectum.
"I'm being fucking gangraped!" I thought in disbelief as the lights grew dim from a pair of legs closing in on my face. I don't know whose... but a pussy was now sitting hard against my mouth as a voice commanded into my left ear that I lick it, clean it. I dutifully obeyed, running my tongue flatly and firmly against the fleshy lips and clit and tasting the juices that were creaming all around my nose, jaws and chin. I felt the legs quiver as a torrent of cunt juice squirted into my mouth, and I almost choked on the unbelievable amount. I swallowed it all down and then gasped for fresh air as she stood up, only to be replaced immediately by another pussy on my mouth demanding the same attention. In some cases, the hips sat forward on my face and my tongue encountered an anus, rather than a pussy. It was always more sour and pungent in flavor, and I found myself recoiling, only to have my nuts yanked and twisted until my tongue obediently dug and probed deep in her shitter for as long as she wanted.
For a few seconds here and there, my mental focus on the pussy or ass I was eating would make me forget about the rubber dicks painfully nailing my butt. And at some point, I simply stopped struggling and settled into a routine of servicing one pussy and anus after another with my mouth and one rubber dick after another with my ass while women's voices and laughter and loud disco music filled my ears.
I even vaguely remember someone pouring vodka down her cunt and into my mouth, which is probably what made me black out. When I woke up, I was sitting fully clothed in the backseat of my car where I had parked a block away, and the clock on my dashboard blinked 5:30 am. I slowly sat up taking account of myself. My head throbbed from a hangover, my nipples were so sore I took off my shirt for the drive home, my ass cheeks still stung, and my butt hole felt, well, disturbingly wide open. I also discovered that my jockstrap was missing, likely a souvenir or trophy on a wall with my photos somewhere. On the seat beside me, I found an envelope containing an outrageous note warning me that my continued engagement in stripping/prostitution and sexist behavior could have me expelled from school and that I should report to the office of Mrs. Edwards (the spanker) on Monday for punishment.
"Fuck!" I yelled as I crinkled up the note, slammed my fists onto the seat, and threw the note onto the floor. I fired up the ignition in a huff and headed home. Fortunately, I had adequate time to get back, shower and clean myself up, make breakfast for my mother and sisters, and wait buck naked on the floor of the kitchen to greet and serve them.
"You did really well, first baseman," the next text from Goddess said. "Did you have fun? You got rave reviews."
My heart pounded and my blood boiled. "No," I texted back, not wanting to even relive it mentally.
"I don't believe you. In any case, don't fight your punishment tomorrow. Your sports career is too important."
I didn't text back. She pissed me off, because she was right.
The next day, I was called to Mrs. Edwards' office, and I was mad as hell and extremely embarrassed. I figured she'd be embarrassed, too. When I entered the room, I was surprised to see three other teachers there from that night. They all looked stern and menacing.
"Come in, Ben," Mrs. Edwards said firmly. "Sit down. Let's get right to the point. We're all pretty upset with your, quite frankly, disgusting behavior on Saturday."
Disgusting?! MYbehavior?! "BUT I DIDN'T EVEN WANT...!!"
"DON'T SPEAK, YOUNG MAN! You're in enough trouble as is. As you'll recall, you invaded our teachers' planning and knitting meeting drunk and uninvited, stripped naked, made sexist and rude comments and gestures and then passed out on the floor like an animal. And we have photos to corroborate the eyewitness accounts of every single upstanding female teacher at this school! Do you really think anyone will believe your lies?"
I was dumbfounded, because the crazy bitch was lying and totally right. No one would ever believe me. I was fucked again. Fucked!
"Ben. We all know you have a chance at a promising baseball scholarship, and we don't want this one evening of poor judgement to derail it. We can keep it quiet and handle it ourselves as long as you sign this statement admitting your guilt and submit to a small punishment."
I read through the statement and began trembling with rage as it detailed the totally bullshit story they just described. But knowing my balls were in a vice, I scribbled my name and then, losing control, threw the pain angrily against the floor. My chest heaved with angry and deep breaths. I was so humiliated and powerless, I had to restrain myself from punching a wall.
"Good boy, Ben," Mrs. Edwards smiled. "Little boys are soooo sexy when they're angry. All that testosterone just surges through those low hanging balls you made each and every one of us fondle on Saturday night." She then circled her fingernail around the pouch of my jeans. "Is that circumcised penis of yours with the pink head and dark circumcision ring just an inch below it hardening yet? If it isn't, it will be soon. Your punishment begins right away."
To be continued...
