Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2012 00:31:13 -0400 From: Unabbook Subject: babyface jocks own me 3 I've been hardly able to sleep, and all night the controller plug has kept my dick hard. I tried to pull it out, but it's as permanent a part of me as my balls. I've jacked off like 10 times, but it's still hard. I want to shit, but I can't. For some reason, the pressure keeps my boner hard -- I try to push the shit out, but i'm powerless to do it, and somehow all my anal pushing energy just gets diverted right into my obscene now permanent boner. Damn it why do I have to be so huge? I won't even be able to get dressed and go outside now. I'm wearing tight briefs and baggy jeans to somewhat hide my bulge, but I'm probably walking in an obscenely sexy way. Fuck!!! It's late again and I go to my locker. I can't decide if I even want to run into Bobby, Larry and Paul again, but like, I know they are at basketball practice so they will probably show up. They can't just leave me fucked like this. I have to run into them. Of course, they don't show up. I have to shit. My boner stays rock hard even if I jack off. What the fuck am I gonna do now? Go to the E.R.? How would I explain the control plug? Besides, they couldn't get it out anyway. Fuck fuck oh my god fuck! So I walk out of the school, and as I walk around the side, Larry jumps out of a back entrance to the locker room smiling. Theres no one around, as usual. In one easy graceful swoop, he bearhugs me right off the ground, with the fingers of one of his hands shoved right in my mouth!!! Laughing hysterically, he carries me right into the locker room. I'm trying to talk, to beg or I don't even know what. But I'm just like "agglell gurble" because he has his fingers in there, and I start dripping. He's taken my speaking powers away as usual. Paul and Bobby are in there. It's deserted. They're just wearing the tight satin gym shorts and white sneakers. Jesus, their shorts are so obscene!!! All their chests are ripped and huge. They're all much taller than me too. They tackle me in a pile and rip off my clothes. My obscenely huge boner betrays me as always. Fuck that thing. They're standing in a circle with me in the center, and they start throwing me around, pushing me in a triangle one person to the next. Bobby's shaggy blond hair hangs over his face. All of them are laughing as usual. They're sweaty from basketball. I have a controller plug up my butt. My cock is huger than ever. It points straight out and then curves so it points straight up at the ceiling. I'm so fucking obscene down there. My boner has gotten waay to big for me -- I feel like I am carrying around a sex machine that I can't take off. I look like an ancient aztec fertility statue, but whose only turned on by babyfaced studs. I try to cover it, not that I even could at this point -- my hands aren't ig enough. Larry says, "Dudes, this bitch is trying to cover his boner. But it's not his anymore, now it belongs to us!!! We gota stop him from fucking around with our property right?" "Hells yeah dude!" says Bobby through his drippy smile. Larry bearhugs me off the ground again. Bobby gets right up in my face. He babysmiles big again, and doing his trademark fuck-me-over maneuver, he grabs both sides of my ears and maneuvers my face into his dripping smile again. Bobby's smile is so pouty and drippy wet that he sounds like an overgrown but huge kid. With obvious orgasmic joy, says, "dude, we seriously have to take control of your boner. You touch yourself way too much little boy." He reaches in a locker and gets out this leather collar with two leather wrist cuffs attached to it. He puts the collar on me, and secures my two wrists in the attached cuffs, so my hands are right up against my neck. They're all laughing so hard, with Larry saying "awww baby you are so fucked ... dude, fucken fuck!!!!" Now they start really throwing me around their babyfaced triangle again, with much more energy now, with my obscene boner dwarfing everything else in the room. These guys are natural jocks, and I'm shocked by how powerfully and perfectly they chuck me around. They're laughing their heads off the whole time, and each time I get thrown toward one of them, my cock ends up exactly between their legs before they pull me out and toss me to the next guy. They gradually move this adolescent boy-jock game down to the end of the showers, where they basically form a blockade against me so I can't leave the area. My boner is reaching for the galaxies and I can't touch it. If I don't come soon I will die. I can't help it, I blurt out "oh my god touch it!" But nobody's moving, everybody's smiling and burning their blue-eyed stares in my eyes. Desperate, I try to touch the obscene boner to the tile wall but they gently pull me away, laughing. Paul says, "Dude, you are way too turned on. We better do something." He bearhugs me from behind again, with one hand pressing firmly up between my legs. "Hah hahahaha!" they're all laughing their heads off. "Is that better bitch?" I don't answer. Larry slaps me. "Remember bitch, you are owned now and you answer all questions the way we would want. ANSWER!" "Yeah! It's fucking better!" I manage to say. Bobby laughs his head off. He smiles continuously while he spits all over my head again -- where does he GET it all? Then he does his singular move times ten: he leans in with his smile touching my face again, so my entire face is forced to ride in his pouty, dripping baby smile. He's forcing my nose between his huge, white, dripping, smiling teeth. Except now he never lets me out of it!!! Basically I can only breathe the hot sexy air that's in his huge wet boy smile. It's a total teenage smell, and it makes sex explode through every inch of me. My cock is throbbing, a foot long, and purple. He's edging me. So then Larry says, "okay bitch, it's time to switch you on." I don't know what this means, but I'm prohibited from speaking unless spoken to. They all let go of me -- not that I could leave, since my hands are attached to the collar, I'm nude, and I have a foot long curving up boner held on the edge. And besides they are blocking the way. Larry gets right in my face and says, "you're gona like this, BITCH!" He pulls out a remote control. He's smiling right in my face with that huge mean braces smile. He presses the button, and my controller plug springs to life -- it vibrates and it thrusts up and down. Aw fuck! "Aaagh!" I scream. Then I remember I am not allowed to speak. I start to gasp. I'm bouncing on tiptoes, which is basically the only movement I have power to make. I'm losing control. I try to rub my ass on the wall, on the corner, on anything, but it just makes me more orgasmic. They're throwiing me around their triangle again. laughing their heads off. This buzzing thrusting sound is going inside me -- bzzt! bzzt! bzzt! And I just lose it and spurt in the air -- without even touching it -- like 15 times -- while they continue to throw me. They're laughing and I'm squealing really high: "AAagh! AAagh! Aaagghh! AAagh!" I'm coating the entire shower floor in sperm, but my permanent boner is still hard. Larry grabs it like a handle and says: "dudes, lemme shit him." I already need to spurt again. Larry basically picks me up at the knees so my boner leans onto his face, and carries me into the stall. I'm still locked in the wrist-collar of course. He unlocks the controller plug, takes it out, and sits me on the seat. And then, that fucker Bobby just sits on my lap facing me, with his legs down my sides. He's doing his trademark maneuver again where he smiles big, touches the teeth to my whole face and drools all over me with my nose in his mouth. I'm just squealing and panting, inhaling his sexy saliva smell. He pulls my cheeks apart. "Cmon do it bitch," he says. He is so mean, but his saliva smells so hot. I basically explode 99 bricks. "Say thank you," he says, beaming at me. "AAagh! AAagh! Thank you!!! Aaghhh! " Larry picks me up frontwise again, takes me back to the shower, and rinses me out. Of course, I'm still in the wrist-collar, so Bobby's job is far easier. he just grabs my head and fucks me over as usual -- grabbing my nose in his huge adolescent baby smile, forcing me to inhale his sexy, adolescent spit. While holding my boner from behind, Larry shoves the controller plug back in, and locks it back in place. --- more to come -- == SEND ME SUGGESTIONS ==