My head was almost spinning as I let what had just happened sink in. First I had been brutally kidnapped, then stripped and displayed for the whole student body to make fun of me. Then I had been forced to cum all over myself at someone else's urging. Then someone came to rescue me, and all but made love to me in the middle of the hallway. And throughout it all I had been hard as a rock, terrified but intensely aroused. Now I was finally feeling a little more relaxed, and with great relief noticed that my dick was starting to droop.
But by the time I had figured all this out, my next problem began. I had to pee. My tormentors had forced almost a full bottle of water on me at the end of the period break. As my dick shrank, I could feel an intense need to empty my bladder. Could that be any more embarrassing than coming in front of the whole school? Probably yes, and just as hard to explain to the principal if it came to that.
The clock's hand kept moving. Five minutes passed. Ten minutes. I could feel my need to pee ever more urgently. I began to shift my weight. Then dance. Then cross my legs. I tried not to panic. Fifteen minutes. Twenty minutes. Oh shit, please no! How much water had I drunk?
Then another click in the hallway, and more footsteps again. Greg ran across in front of me, flashing a grin, then scurried past me towards the gym. A few more minutes passed. Greg returned, carrying a long white towel over his shoulder. He wrapped it around my waist and tucked in the end to hold it.
"How's that? – I can't untie you but I can save your dignity for the next bell," he offered.
"Forget my dignity – I have to get to a bathroom or I will explode all over the hallway!" I countered. I tried to look as pitiful as possible.
Greg turned suddenly, whispering "Shit, someone's coming!" Then he was gone.
From the other direction, more trouble came. My chief kidnapper was on Greg' s tail, and didn't look pleased at the gym towel. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he snapped, grabbing the towel and exposing my privates once again. He leaned down and motioned for me to let him slip the towel under my feet. My first instinct was to kick him in the eye, but I thought better of it, so I complied.
"Wait a minute!" I pleaded, "I need to pee – get me out of here!"
The leader grinned and said, "I thought you might by now. I brought you something for that." Then he pulled an empty milk carton from behind his back and opened it wide under my dick. "Shoot – now's your chance!" he directed.
So what am I going to do – refuse? I closed my eyes, not used to peeing in front of anyone, but within a few seconds managed to pee up a storm. It went on and on, filling the pint carton right to the spout before tapering off. A bit spilled on my leg, but I didn't care because I was feeling so much better. I breathed a deep sigh of relief and said "Thanks!"
The guy grinned stupidly and said "You're welcome," while he calmly raised the carton over my head and began to pour it all over me. I could feel the warm liquid dribbling down my back into my ass crack, and streaming down my chest and stomach. Then my cock started to rise again as it dribbled past my balls and down my legs into the towel on the floor. He stopped pouring and threw the last few ounces directly at my crotch. My dick rose again to its highest angle.
Brrr-inggg!! My heart sank as the bell rang to end the period. I stood still, smelling of fresh urine, at full arousal once again, standing on a yellowed towel soaked with my own piss. Could it get any worse? The hall began to fill, and it was clear this time that the word had spread. There was a line forming on one side of me as people filed past to take a real close look at the piss-crazed homo tied up in the hall. When most of them figured out what I was covered with they screwed up their noses and moved past quickly. Then all of a sudden I found myself surrounded on all sides by six large guys, and a protective crowd behind that seemed to be there to hide what was happening from the teachers.
I surveyed my six new jailors with a puzzled look. Then in one motion, they all pulled down their zips, hauled out their dicks, and aimed them towards me. A few seconds later the first piss stream started, then one by one another added his to the show. Soon I was being hit from all directions with steaming yellow teenage piss. They had probably been drinking water for the last hour just to get ready, because the towel beneath me was getting pretty soggy. One managed to aim high and get my hair and my face all wet. At least I kept my mouth closed. Another concentrated on my butt and I could feel his pee driving at my asshole and hitting the back of my balls. As soon as they finished they zipped up and moved on, leaving me exposed like a naked drowned rat (with a raging erection) to a hall full of students. I turned red, hung my head, and started crying again.
I don't remember much of the next several minutes. Lots of people looked me over pretty closely. A couple of bully types pulled my dick, then forced me to lick the piss off their fingers. Most of the girls were looking pretty grossed out by the whole affair at this point, as if the novelty of seeing a horny guy had worn off and the details of the actual crime were starting to sink in. Some of them covered their mouth with their hands, and I could see sympathy in their eyes. What struck me most, though, was the number of younger guys who stared at me with big wide frightened eyes, knowing that they could be next at the whim of an older bully.
And every so often a pair of eyes would lock with mine for a second - just long enough to say, "You are not alone, I'll talk to you later."
So how will it finally end? Stay tuned for part 5, the final episode. Write me at mdavinci@socialfarts.com if you feel like commenting. If you want a side trip to my other publications (through an alter ego) make a visit to www.socialfarts.com and spend a few moments. If you have a gay or bi theme or a favorite fantasy that you would like me to build a story around, let me know.