Apologies for the late chapter! It's been delayed due to work, my exams and lately Christmas. Thank you for all the positive feedback I've received so far. This is my first story, so I'm unsure of what gels with peoples interests/likes/tastes.
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Chapter 9
James sleepily made his way into the classroom. Despite his fatigue he made sure to stand upright, no slouching, quietly making his way to his desk. He was exhausted and sleep deprived ever since the night of the swim meet just two nights ago. Since that night he was constantly set to task, juggling his academic obligations with his new responsibilities of either sucking dick, being fucked at any time of the day or even cleaning up after this fellow team mates.
His math teacher, Mr Smith, was sat at the front with a seemingly bored, yet somehow neutral expression. His appearance always looked impeccable; his tie, belt and buttons nearly aligned. His shirt and trousers were always neatly, crisply pressed, with clean, shiny shoes. Every student would subconsciously check their own appearance, especially if their shirts were tucked properly and each other before entering his classroom, for fear of incurring the man's wraith. His hairstyle matched his personality; short, clean, no fuss, cropped hair, which had begun to bald at the front, with defined high cheek bones and some facial scars.
His facial expressions were something James always found hard to read as he was never sure if the man was happy or sad or angry. If anything he was always unnerved by the man. Rumours about the man often circulated widely amongst the students; the prevailing one reasoning he was previously in the military, injured in combat and his quiet demeanour was to temper his seething rage, ready to erupt at having to tolerate a constant stream of snobby students.
The way he spoke was equally meticulous. He never raised his voice, smiled, shouted or praised or admonished any of his students. If anything he didn't have to, a mere glance at an unruly student would be enough to command respect and silence throughout the room. Once James asked to be excused to use the bathroom. Mr Smith stopped his lesson and slowly turned towards James. He coldly stared with sharp, narrow brown eyes that sat behind his horn rimmed glasses at James. The stare felt it could have bore a hole through his soul as he silently stared at him, feeling like an eternity had transpired. James felt stunned, like a deer in headlights, as he slowly lowered his hand and cast his eyes downward. At the end of the lesson he had to run to relieve himself.
James cringed as the chair loudly scrapped against the floor, causing all eyes in the class room to focus on its origin, as he pulled it out from the desk. Fearful of attracting more unwanted attention, he hurriedly sat down, causing him to yelp out loudly. Since entering the room he had forgotten what punishment his ass had received the night of the swim meet. Dale went out of his way to make sure James' first time in an orgy as sex slave an infamously memorable experience. He explained to James he needed to be `initiated' properly to earn his place in the swim team.
"Mind if I take this dance?" Dale asked Brad with a goofy facial expression.
James looked confused as he hurriedly gulped water and patted the sweat away from his face with a towel. He felt like he had only just started his break from being tied down to the bench and being fucked at both ends. He felt like a hurried gazelle at water hole, knowingly surrounded by a pride of hungry lions, with eager eyes and swarms of hard bodies and their equally hard cocks waiting for him to finish so they could pounce.
Brad silently eyed the fellow swimmer up and down. Reluctantly he nudged James forward and cautioned Dale, "nothing too rough, remember this is his first time here. The others are going to get pissed if you break their new toy, I don't want to have to take him away from the party like you forced me to with Noah."
James eyebrows flicked up, concerned for what happened to his friend. He wondered what exactly Dale did to cause Brad, a guy who was seemingly indifferent to their situation, to remove Noah from use. He knew Noah was naive about what was involved tonight as he'd never been fucked before. He hoped he wasn't injured or too upset.
"I think you forget, they're here to serve us. We use them for our pleasure. They were picked as they're nobodies; both here on scholarships - not important. No connections or money. We can do whatever we want." Dale snorted, then continued "you only feel bad for them `cos you were once forced to be a bitch like them because daddy found out you were a fag. Don't make us suffer for your hypocritical attitude. How many times have you fucked them both before anyone else could?" Dale retorted with a smug expression on his face.
James watched the pair as he hastily gulped his water, seemingly unable to quench his thirst. For the first time he saw Brad slightly deflated, losing his confidence and cockiness, with his cheeks slowly turning a crimson red. He made eye contact with James and gestured with his head to follow Dale, quickly casting his eyes downwards. James' heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest. His anxiety peaked, knowing he was now left with Dale, wondering what he did to Noah and then imaging the same horror inflicted on himself.
Standing still in fear James watched as Dale lifted a thick long strip of leather and approached him with a sneer. He felt the leather wrap around his neck snuggly, with Dale securing the buckles. James wondered why he was being treated like he was a dog, humiliating him further, something he didn't think possible. "There, the collar will make it easier to move you, bitch."
Dale continued, roughly pinning James' wrists behind his back and securing them together with a chain connected to his wrist restraints still in place when from he was tied down to the bench. James felt the chain continue up and down his back, snapping onto his collar and attaching to both his legs. Finally, Dale clipped a short chain to his collar and yanked him forward. James nearly tripped forward realising he only make short, hobbled steps.
"Come on, princess, let's get you initiated into the team" Dale mocked, as he lead his toy to a different area. James tried hobbling as fast as he could with his captor's rapid pace until he reached an area with a large, bright beaming light in the middle of the room. He was pushed in place with his wrists and ankles being released. He felt some relief in his joints as the constriction eased off, only to be shoved forward with his wrists tied in front of him to hanging chain. His ankles were attached to anchor bolts in the floor. James continued to watch as Dale attached a short chain to his collar to the pole in front of him, forcing him to bend fully forward at the waist.
He watched as Dale took from the wall a giant looking bow-tie device, moving out of his view and feeling a tight clamp just above his balls that stretched them backwards, with the ends extended to the backs of both his thighs. He tried turning around to see what new torture Dale was going to put him through, but was prevented from trying to stand upright without feeling like his balls would rip off.
James blushed when Dale pulled his erection painfully back and wagged it at the crowd of students jeering, "I think he likes being a little bitch. Should I help warm him up again for everyone?" Dale asked rhetorically to the eager crowd. Judging by the reaction James feared the answer was an affirmative.
He felt conflicted, he was sexually excited, but fearful of just how far things would escalate. In the short space of knowing Dale he realised just how sadistic and twisted he was. He had berated him, mocked him; calling him a fag and bitch, double penetrated him the first time he used him without regard for if he wanted to be or not. Now he didn't understand why he was so aroused at the prospect of fear of the unknown and being used as others wished for their pleasure.
He watched nervously, painfully forced forward with his back perpendicular to the floor and legs straight, as Dale walked in front of him and deliberately ran his fingers across a wall of intimidating looking implements. He paused over a giant, novelty sized dildo, running his fingers along the shaft of it before picking it up and hefting it around James' face. The large fake penis was rubbed against his face and moved against his closed, tight lips.
"Think this would help stretch you out again?" Dale asked with a menacing looking gleam in his eye.
James panicked, the dildo looked the same size as his arm and even thicker. He shook his head no. Despite wanting to keep his mouth closed to try and prevent the unrealistically sized fake cock from being shoved into either of his holes, he pleaded, "please no!"
Panicked, he forgot about how he was restrained and tried standing up right. Pain shot from his balls across his lower abdomen causing him to yell out and retreat back down. Roars of laughter shot around him, causing his face to turn beet red in addition to his scrunched up, watering eyes, as he tried to block out the pain from his balls.
Dale leaned into James ear and whispered, "remember this, I can do whatever I want to you or your fellow faggot friend. You're both here as welfare students. My parents pay for my schooling. You're here for free. Who do you think the school will want to keep if there is trouble?"
James wanted nothing more than to tell the brat in front of him to fuck off', but thought better of it, still reeling in the pain his balls were in. He reluctantly nodded his head, but was shocked when Dale's hand darted out, grabbing his cheeks, forcing his lips to be pursed. "When you reply to your betters answer with sir'. I'm being generous by helping you practice now for your future jobs serving betters like me" Dale hissed out.
"Yes, sir" James replied reluctantly through gritted teeth. He was now quickly realising Brad's way of taking his virginity paled in comparison to his experience so far. Every part of his body ached. His hole felt raw. throbbing from the numerous rough fuckings he'd received. His jaw felt like it would never close again. His neck felt like it had a permanent kink he couldn't relieve. And now he had to endure whatever Dale wanted to do to him.
"Are you sure you don't want to get better acquainted with `Mr. Happy'?" Dale asked mockingly to James, tapping the oversized dildo against his ass.
"No sir!" James quickly replied. Desperate to placate the sadist in front of him.
"The correct answer is, `whatever pleases you, sir'" Dale replied with an arrogant smirk.
Through gritted teeth, but also aware the student in-front of him was very likely to follow through with his threat, "whatever...pleases you...sir" James replied defeated. He tried to remained still as every-time he squirmed pain would erupt from his restrained scrotum.
"That's better, maybe I'll use something else to help teach you."
James watched wide eyed wondering what Dale was going to do next. It crossed his mind that in his cruel mind he may just end up using the giant dildo, or just finding a bigger one, if possible. Dale went to wall with various implements being held by hooks and picked a long thin rod. He swished it around to the delight of the crowd, continuing closer to James so he could hear.
Trepidation caused James' balls to shrink. He could feel just how aware how dry his mouth was. His heart felt like it would leap out of his chest. He nervously watched as Dale circled around him slowly, swishing the switch in the air.
James knew what was coming but had hoped Dale was again toying with him. The anticipation was making him shake and sweat. He wished the other boy would just get on with it so he knew what was going to happen. Confusion swept across his mind as he began to wonder what was happening as the room fell mostly silent and Dale moved out of eyesight, stopping his swishing.
Searing pain erupted across his ass before he even heard the slashing sound cutting through the air. James screamed out, causing his throat to burn coarsely, prematurely ceasing more sound. Worse still, the movement roughly tugged on his balls producing even more pain. He would have doubled over in pain on the ground had he not been restrained. Before even having a chance to recover he again felt another blow land on his ass, causing him once more yell out to the delight of the onlookers.
James felt a barrage of swats land on his ass, causing him to struggle against his restraints. Everything felt like it was on fire. His balls felt numb from the pressure his frantic movement caused. His throat was dry and raw. He was determined not beg Dale to stop as he knew he would just continue to do as he pleased. Beads of sweat dropped from his hair and face, making its way into his eyes. The sweat mixed with his hair product, making the stinging even worse for his eyes, obstructing his vision of the wall in front of him and the laughing onlookers on his periphery.
He tried to calm his breathing and shake his head as much as he could to remove the sweat and tears. His nose was a-mess with snot. James had lost count of how many times Dale had struck him. He could feel the switch lightly rubbing against his tender ass, every movement reminding him of the recent pain.
"Now, I think it would be appropriate for you to thank me, your superior, for helping you learn your place" Dale commanded as his squatted down kneeling in front of James face.
"Thank you sir!" James quickly responded, eager for this to stop. He heard laughter from the crowd of boys around him. He hadn't even realised the group had gathered closer for a better view. He felt like he was in an oven surrounded by so much body heat, even though he was naked.
"Aww, you're stopping now?" An anonymous voice asked from within the sea of faces.
James watched as Dale smirked at him. "See? Everyone likes to use you for their amusement, you not being able to take this like a man and crying like a girl is entertaining, cos' you're a bitch." He continued to look at James and using a small hand towel gently dabbed at his own forehead, before pausing and then roughly wiping James' face.
"Thanks" James said sincerely. It was one the few kind gestures Dale had made towards him since joining the team. Prior the two never really interacted except for inane pleasantries.
Dale moved his hand to James' cock, brushing his hand along the length of the erect penis. He slowly massaged and stroked along the shaft, gently gliding the foreskin up and down over the glans. James could feel his fingers slightly pinch the engorged head and foreskin to collect precum. Involuntarily he let out a groan of pleasure, immediately regretting it as he saw the look of delight and satisfaction in Dale's arrogant face.
James watched as the other student brought his sticky covered fingers up to his mouth and commanded him "suck." He quickly obeyed, even though he didn't particularly care for the taste of cum or precum, but it was a better alternative to being `taught' again.
"See, you really do like being a bitch, don't you?" Dale asked as James sucked on his fingers, eager to try and please the boy.
"...for somethings" James truthfully replied. He felt exhausted and was not thinking properly. He quickly realised his mistake when he could see any kindness or tenderness from Dale's face evaporate instantly. He felt like the his entire stomach had just fallen down to the ground.
"You don't fucking learn do you? For someone apparently smart you must have gotten your free ticket here because they were too sympathetic to you being poor and dumb" Dale hissed. "It's `sir' and it's whatever the fuck pleases me" he continued yelling.
James watched fearfully as Dale sprang up and selected a large whip with multiple strands emanating from the end of it, off the wall. He once more felt his heart race and body shake not eager to repeat the thrashing from before.
"Maybe this will teach you!" Dale shouted.
He watched as Dale tightly gripped the handle and and practiced using the whip in front of James. He heard the ominous swishing sound cut through the air, until suddenly he heard a large shout of anguish in front of him. Laughter erupted around him as James quickly processed that in an effort to try and intimidate James, Dale had whipped himself. He watched as the boy stood stunned, tears in his eyes and multiple red marks across the front of his lower half.
James giggled at the sight but quickly bit his lip and tongue in an effort to stop. The others could freely laugh but he could not, as they were not tied down and at risk of facing Dale's wraith. "Fuck it! Show's over, use him however you want" Dale shouted at the crowd, in between obviously trying not to sob between words. Relief filled James mind as he watched his tormenter storm off.
James watched as the group of naked students with varying levels of arousal approached him, making a somewhat chaotic looking queue to use him. He recognised Francis, the student who had roughly fucked him due to his inexperience and then shot his load in his mouth, rush to approach him and knelt down near his face. "You okay?" Francis asked concerned.
"Not really...my ass and balls hurt!" James blurted out, he could feel multiple hands pinch, grab, fondle and slap his tender ass making him wince. Some students would grope his tightly exposed balls, others he could feel their fingers tapping on them causing him more discomfort.
"Yeah, that looks painful...but kind of hot..." Francis replied. James could already tell that Francis watching his recent torment and now the others playing with his ass and balls was driving the student into a wild lust.
"Oh fuck it" Francis continued. James was surprised when he felt the boys lips against his own. His tongue dashed forward, aggressively darting around his mouth. The kisses were sloppy, wet and very obvious to James the boy had never kissed anyone before. He thought Francis was going to shove his dick back in his mouth, but was taken aback by the intimate action.
"Okay, the taste isn't too bad...the cum that is!" Francis said grinning at James. His eyes wandered from James face to the students slapping and fingering his ass.
James wondered what caused the sudden affection, it felt bizarre in a night of pure non-reciprocal pleasure for others. He watched as Francis pursued his lips once more and tilted his head to resume kissing him. This time more gentle and slower. He closed his eyes and kissed him back, enjoying the different non-painful sensation.
James suddenly grunted, causing his mouth to open, shouting out in pain in Francis' mouth. He felt the girthiest cock of the night so far suddenly stretch his hole to its limit and continue to delve in one smooth motion until he could feel hairless thighs against his own. The anonymous cock continued to drill him until he bottomed out. The cock slowly withdrew almost completely only to slam back in. Every-time he felt the cock drive back in completely his exposed balls would once more be hit causing him to whimper more.
"Fuck, you must be loving that, getting it good?" Francis asked oblivious to the discomfort James was in, continuing to kiss him between grunts.
"Not...exactly...it...fucking...hurts" James replied grunting and panting with each thrust that would punish his stretched hole and slam on his tender balls.
"Oh...I thought you were enjoying it, I thought you were into this kind of stuff?" Francis replied watching James face. His affect did not match his reply, his expression was a mixture of both pleasure and pain. Looking down Francis was more confused as James' cock was erect and looking ready to erupt, leaking a steady stream of pre-cum that connected from the tip halfway down the floor.
James unable to move or protect his balls tried blocking out the pain in his mind. Yet, the rough fucking the girthy cock was repeatedly giving him by plunging into him felt like it was slowly scratching an itch that could soon send him into ecstasy. Not even hearing Francis' question James tried focusing on the warm, yet flexibly firm, rigid dick continuously massage his insides, almost bringing him to the brink.
Francis realised James was no longer reciprocating the kisses. He watched his face. The same mixture of pleasure and pain; his eyes tightly slammed shut, yet he was making soft `cooing' noises. He watched as his face was rhythmically pushed forward and back from the guy fucking him roughly from behind. He didn't particularly enjoy the thought of cum or sucking dick, but felt bad for James. He was surprised when James admitted he didn't enjoy what was happening, yet he to some degree thought he did enjoy it as his face and cock told a different story. He himself had cum twice tonight, as had countless others, he wasn't even sure if James had.
James eyes flung open rapidly. He could feel a warm, wet tongue on the tip of his cock. A firm hand gripped the shaft and slowly slid his foreskin down completely, then moving it back up over the head. The tongue continued to dance and flick around the head and opening. He looked and realised Francis was no longer next to his face, but slowly jerking his cock and extending his tongue out to lick his head. The look on Francis' face alone would normally make him smile. It was clear he had never tried this before, nor was overly keen on doing it, nor enjoying the new taste.
He continued to watch transfixed at his cock getting the attention as he desperately wanted to be able to cum. Francis' mouth slowly engulfed his exposed head, sucking quite firmly on it, to the point where it made James' squirm, causing more pain to his balls. His squirming, the fucking and now his cock being sucked caused a horrid dilemma for James; he wanted to be able to orgasm, but that wouldn't happen without pain. The fucking from the top was relentless. He was amazed at both their stamina and being able to last as long as they were. He dismissed the brief thought that it was someone new as the size of the cock was still making his hole stretch to a painful degree.
He watched and felt as his cock was vigorously being sucked by Francis. Occasionally he felt teeth and the boy gagging but was appreciating the effort. He felt fingers spread out into his hair, stretching it forcing him to look up.
"Suck" a student James had never seen before command him. He opened his mouth and the boy slid the hard cock into his mouth. Somewhat glad for the distraction James swept his tongue around the head and under side, gently applying suction as the student held his head in his hands and slowly worked his cock in and out of his mouth.
James was careful to cover his teeth or open his mouth wide at parts when he felt the man fucking him had spouts of suddenly increase the tempo, fucking him faster, harder and with more gusto. He shouted onto the cock in his mouth, muffling his cry, as the thick cock continued its onslaught sending waves of both pain from his tender hole and balls and pleasure to course through his body.
Francis continued to try and suck the cock in front of him. He felt some what embarrassed to be doing this in front of others, but nobody seemed to pay him any heed. He felt more inadequate at his lack of experience, not knowing what to do. He tried changing his hand grip and how he moved his tongue, lips and suction but couldn't settle on what to do. He felt and tasted more salty liquid spray across his tongue. The taste wasn't as bad as he was expecting. He figured James must be at least enjoying what he was doing so he continued to firmly grip the hard cock and synchronised his hand with his mouth, moving up and down.
He was shocked and instinctively began to swallow when he felt a torrent of warm, odd tasting liquid shoot into his mouth and the back of his throat, stopping temporarily due to surprise, but quickly resumed not wanting to ruin James' orgasm.
James felt like he was in sensory overload. His cock, his balls, his hole and his mouth and entire body felt like it was all being stimulated at once. He could no longer hold back from cumming. He wasn't even sure if Francis wanted him to as he told him before he didn't want to taste cum. When he finally tipped beyond the point of no return he felt waves of pleasure cascade through out, sending him on a high he never felt before.
The boy in front of him tapped him on the head and continued to shove in and out of his mouth as he had in his moment of bliss stopped sucking the cock. He quickly resumed, somewhat less interested now. He felt the large cock exit his hole only to be replaced by a different one yet again. James lost track of how many times this process was repeated, sucking and being fucked countless times in an awkward, painful position. He felt guilty for both cumming in Francis' mouth and not even thanking him. He had not even noticed him leaving in the sea of hard cocks demanding his attention.
As the night wore on and the countless boys unloaded in either of James' holes, he noticed the crowds began to thin out. James watched as the coach approached him. He released his ankles and wrists and removed what he later learnt was called a `humbler' from his balls. James felt stuck in position and felt the coach's thick, strong hands steady him upright. He felt one hand on the lower end of his back steadying him and the other slowly massaging up and down his arms and torso.
"Short break, here drink some water then you're back at it" he heard the coach remark as he greedily guzzled the water down.
He stumbled as he was lead by the chain connected to his collar held in the coaches hand towards a different section of the large room. Before him the other men the coach's age sat in old, dilapidated, broken, mismatched chairs. Most sat smoking cigars. All the men were dressed. Some in more formal business attire, others in sporting clothing, one wearing short shorts that left nothing to the imagination. A few were slowly stroking their exposed hard penises, others had a very obvious bulge in their pants that they were trying unsuccessfully to hide. Most had alcohol in hand, with either bottles of beer or glasses of whisky. Despite everything that he had already gone through in a full audience he felt embarrassed. He was naked, being lead around like a dog on a leash and was covered in cum, which he could feel leaking from his hole, down his legs and smeared across his face.
"This is our new, very talented and motivated whore everyone. Whore, these are men" the coach said `introducing' James to the other men. He felt even more humiliated and demeaned.
"Shame the boys go first, but I think it's always good for morale. Plus they're easier to deal with once they've had their fill" the coach continued.
"I don't think you need the leash, just grab onto the whore's hard dick and lead him, you'll have to get him to lick your hand clean afterwards from all the leak though" one man said, met with sneers by the other men.
James blushed and peered at him; he was sitting down, had a short cut, shaved head, with a large bushy beard. His shirt was completely unbuttoned, exposing a hairy chest and abdomen. His trousers were unbuttoned, with the fly down, exposing his hard, cut cock, with pre-cum glistening in the light of the dimly lit room.
James was roughly shoved forward by the coach, almost landing in the man's lap. "Whore, I'm Eric. How's your night been so far?" The gruff man asked James.
James did not know what the man wanted in response. His ass and balls still ached like a son of a bitch. He did not want another, older form of Dale.
"Um...good sir" he eventually settled on.
He felt his weight being lifted and adjusted until his back was against the hairy man's chest. He winced when he felt his ass land on the mans thighs. He could feel and smell the man's alcohol soaked breath on his neck and ears as he was firmly nuzzled against the man.
"It certainly seems like you've enjoyed it, you dirty whore" the man replied chuckling as his thick callused finger rubbed against James' face, chest and abdomen.
"My, my, my, how much fucking cum have you been fed. You're so messy, getting it everywhere. Swallow next time, or tighten your ass more" the man said as his fat finger roughly shoved up James' ass, eliciting a loud squeak from him.
James felt the man continue to finger him. His back was was pressed tightly against his chest being tickled by the rough firm hair from his torso across his back, with his other arm tightly held him down across his chest. He looked down and watched his own hard cock leaking like a faucet. He was amazed at despite already cumming twice tonight just how turned on he was.
His weight shifted once more as he felt his body being lifted effortlessly in the air. Watching, he looked down and realised the man was lining up his cock to his ass. James braced himself and tried to relax his hole as he felt yet another dick penetrate his ass, sliding all the way down to the hilt. He breathed in quickly in discomfort as his beaten ass cheeks were pressed down on the mans thighs. The sudden invasion of his tender, abused hole only added to his pain.
He sat facing forward in Eric's lap as he was repeatedly lifted up and down on the cock. He felt exhausted and drained of any energy. As a result he was somewhat thankful the older man was doing all the work. He felt like he was just a sex toy; a masturbatory device for the man to use as he pleased purely for himself, as he was lifted up and down again and again, with his knees held together by his hands tightly.
He could feel the man continuing to talk in his ear calling him every degrading name he could think of. He felt his face being twisted roughly to the side and wet lips against his own, forcefully parted open by the mans aggressive tongue taking control his mouth. James wanted to giggle and squirm as the facial hair tickled his face relentlessly.
James was snapped back to reality when he saw Dale silently walk into the classroom dressed immaculately in his school uniform. His demeanour wasn't what he was expecting; he acted like he didn't know James, nor even acknowledge him. Panic began to set in wondering if he would do anything in Mr Smith's classroom.
Seeing Dale reminded him of the reason his ass cheeks were so tender. He shifted in the chair trying to ease some of the pressure on them only to make it worse. James calmed his breathing and tried to focus on the lesson, mindful of incurring Mr Smith's ire.
James caught out of the corner of his eye Dale's hand slowly snaking out from his left. He tried to make eye contact to warn him to stop. James naively thought Dale would adhere to the team rules; he and Noah could be used anytime outside of class not inside. He tried to grip Dale's hand to make him stop, but was easily overpowered. He watched in horror as Dale's right hand continued to grope the front of his crotch whilst silently looking forward, pretending to listen to the lesson.
Despite his immense loathing of Dale, the ministrations to his penis was rapidly making him erect. Being used sexually multiple times a day without relief himself left James in a perpetual state of arousal. James was no longer allowed to wear regular briefs, instead he was made to wear jockstraps. He was wearing an old, small, tight fitting jockstrap that the team insisted he wear going forward, incase they wanted quick access for a fucking. The pouch had small holes that his erection was pushing against, which he could feel it tearing against until his cock was poking through, with his glans rubbing against the inner trouser material.
Dale continued to gently rub and stroke up and down his cock. A small tent peaked up in James' thin material trousers. He continued to watch horrified as Dale through the pants rolled his foreskin up and down, his hand not even budging despite his best efforts to move it away. James was mortified when he looked down and realised he was leaking and staining the trousers.
Futilely, James once again tried pushing the hand away and telling Dale no, only to be ignored. He heard and felt his belt being undone. Then slowly the button and zipper being slid down. James harshly whispered at Dale, "fucking stop!"
He felt cool air on his exposed penis, as Dale's hand worked to slid the waistband down and the trousers further down his thighs, despite James' struggle to keep them on.
James suddenly felt searing pain through his left ass cheek and yelled out, "ow! Fucking hell!" James did not need a mirror to know his face was completely red. It felt warm and flushed, like he was sitting next to a volcano, radiating its immense heat.
Suddenly the classroom fell silent as all eyes turned to James. He watched terrified as Mr Smith slowly turned and faced James, glaring at him. For once James did not have trouble reading the mans facial expression. It looked like he was seething; tittering on the edge of lashing out, focusing his fury against James.
"Come to the front of the class" Mr Smith slowly spoke, menacingly enunciating every word.
"But...I..." James frantically tried and failed to think of a reason why he couldn't. For the first time he could see a small smile creep across Dale's face as he eyes slightly made contact with his own, as if to say he had won.
James worried about being exposed, but also worried about fear of complying reluctantly stood up. His trousers and belt loudly fell to his ankles, the metal from the buckle loudly hitting the desk and chair on its descend.
Audible gasps and laughter erupted around the room as his shirt failed to cover his profusely leaking erection, sticking out of his worn down jockstrap. Annoyingly his cock was still rigid and only mildly starting to soften. He hung his head down in shame and slowly trudged to the front of class before Mr Smith. The older man glared at James, his eyes darting to his cock and then back up to his face.
"Stand facing the rest of the class and do not utter one word for the rest of my lesson" Mr Smith coldly replied to James.