Date: Sat, 9 Feb 2013 21:10:24 -0500 From: Unabbook Subject: babyface jocks own me 20 Unknown to me, babyface musclejock blond Kyle had hypnotized me. But I learned soon enough! Once he controlled me, all I could do was snif Bobby's butt, and then run down the school hall, smiling big, dripping my wet lips with my tongue hanging out and an obvious boner in my sweatpants. Kyle also removed my ability to touch my raging cockboner and balls, and removed my power to talk, except to beg this huge football jock that I don't know, to fuck me. On hearing it, the jock wedgied me into the the locker room. He sets me down, standing me up. He pulls down my pants, and looks at my huge 12" hooked boner. Then he grabs my collar and shoves me up against the lockers. I'm still smiling in his face. Omg hes so sexxy. He starts slapping me. "Dude, why are you smiling at me? Cocksucker! Fucken answer me bitch!!! " I say, through my wet smile, "fuck man youre so hot." I have no control to not say it, and it's the only words I can say. Of course, cause kyle removed my ability to talk any other words, I just smile up at the football jock. I can't stop smiling. He's a foot taller than me and twice my weight. I want to touch my boner n balls, but I'm powerless to move my hands onto my boner n balls, so they just bounce edged in the air. Aw fuck. Aw fuck. Instead, I start trying to reach both my hands in his pants to grab HIS boner. I don't have any control to stop it. It's like my hands are not my property. He grabs my wrists to stop me, but I keep fighting to get my hands on his boner. He slaps me hard. "Dude~! What the fuck, who do you think you are fucken faggot? Get ur hands off my fucken cock dude!" But I'm still grabbin for his cock n balls, and he's slapping me and screaming at me, and I'm like helplessly screamin "fucken jock! rape me oh my fucken god rape me!!!" Well, I did ask him to do it, even though I've lost all control over my talking. And all I wana do is grab my raging boner, but my hands will only go to his. And now he has gotten really hard and has a huge hairless smooth boner. FInally he screams out, "you FUCKER!!!" and spins me around, bearhugs me off the ground, and wedgies me right off the ground again. I so much want my hands to be on my raging boner and balls, but instead, I just put my finger in my mouth, under my tongue and dripping lower lip. With my helpless smile and tongue hangin out, this causes me to drool all over myself, and a lonnnggg drip of my spit drips down onto the tip of my boner cockhead that's bouncin 12" up into the air. How do these guys keep looking like little boys when they are so huge? He's got me wedgied off the ground. "You're in deep shit now, little boyy" he says through his big boyish lips. He pulls my sweats up, puts his hand in the back, shoves two fingers up my butt, and starts buttwalking me -- hooked up on my on tiptoes -- toward the exit, toward the cafeteria. All the kids are looking at us. Of course, they probably don't think it is anything unusual, since the jocks are force controlling kids all the time -- thats their whole function in life right. Plus, I still have no power to stop smiling/dripping, or to talk. Other kids don't understand the jocks anyway. I probably look like I'm one of them and we're just doing our usual show-off-ey games that we do. (Everyone already saw me smiling in the headball.) My boner is raging inside the sweats. The fucken bodybuilder jock is laughing at me as he buttwalks me. So the fucker jock just buttwalks me right into the cafeteria, over to that isolated table where the jocks are all sitting. It's the same table where Larry took ownership of me last week when he locked me in the controller plug. They're all sitting there in their tight satin BB gym shorts, shirtless, like they've all been at practice. Other kids can see us, of course. But other kids are smart enough to stay away from the jocks. Kyle's there of course. He gets right up in my face, babysmiling, and says -- "are you readdyyy?" "Oh wait, I forgot, you're too little to talk," he says. He grabs my ears, smiles at me and stares into my eyes. Then he snaps, and as soon as he snaps, I spread my legs apart, stand on my tiptoes, and flex my arms up into a muscle pose. Of course, I think I'm scrawny compared to them. But I can't stop it. The jocks all burst out laughin. They're saying crap like: "Aww fuck Kyle, you statutized the bitch!" So now super tall Billy then asks me -- he sounds like a total little boy, even though as noted he is fucken SIX FOOT ELEVEN -- so he says: "hey statue, are you rready nowww?" Ready for what? I'm locked into a spread-leg bodybuilder pose, with a helpless drippy smile on my face, tongue hanging out, unable to talk or escape, unable to touch my raging cockboner and balls in my loose, masterbating fleecy sweats. So they all start laughing at me and 6'11" Billy clamps his huge hands around my hips, and lifts me up, and up and UP -- and puts me, standing up, in the middle of the table, locked in my smiling bodybuilder erection pose. Then I notice bracesfucker Larry and Bobby are both sitting right in front of me. Larry's bracesfucker smile is totally gleaming in the light, and he's like, "dude, are you rreadddyyy?" OMG ready for what now? So Larry and Bobby start tickling the bottom of my spread feet as I stand on tiptoe. Of course, all I can do is smile bigger and bigger. I can't laugh and I can't come, but I am desperately tryin to push the sperm outta my itchy boner!!!! Larry's bracesfucker smile just seems to get sexier and hotter constantly. I wana laugh but I can't. I wana cum but i can't. I'm a helpless statue now. All I can do is watch the jocks laugh at me, and edge and feel the sperm churning around in my remote-controlled balls.