The next day started out completely norrmal. I went to class, hung out, etc.
At lunch, my life changed in a flash. So the lunch tables are these long tables with benches on each side, that hold like 5 people per side. There's this one table around a corner where nobody bugs me because it's out of sight. So I sit down, and immediately Larry and Paul come and sit on both sides of me.
Oh my god, they are giants and they reek of hormonal, adolescent sex. Larry and Paul move closer together, squeezing me in the middle. I'm sitting back to the wall, so I can't escape. Plus Paul is holding my hands behind my back again, in that same jock wrist lock as yesterday. (How do the jocks he do this? It's like they have magic powers over me.)
Larry now has his arm around my shoulder, he smiles at me and says "hey new best friend!" He's holding my shoulder so tight I can't move at all. His boyish-smiling braces sparkle wet in the sunlight.
So now that I'm helpless, Bobby runs up. He is wearing those asshole jock Abercrombie sandals and I can't help but notice his obscenely high arches. His huge size 13 feet are like a walking orgasm. He's wearing a tank. He leans over, big boyish dripping smile, and says, "what's up, dude?" Then he spits 5 times all over my face, sits down, puts his foot right in my crotch, and smiles continuously at me, not saying a word.
Because Paul's holding my hands, and Larry has me immobilized in that buddy hug -- jeez his bicep is so big -- I can't dry off my face.
We're so isolated -- and Bobby is so huge -- that nobody else can even see I'm there. Plus, the cafeteria is almost empty by now anyway. It's amazing how fast they took control of me. One minute I'm normal, 10 seconds later I'm totally helpless.
By now the cafeteria is deserted. They're all just smiling and staring at me with their gynormous wet boyish smiles -- like they are daring me. Like they expect me to say something?
Larry leans around in front of me, and with that porno out-of-control braces laugh, he says "dude, are you queer? We think you are. Otherwise you wouldn't turn into a walkin boner every time you see us." He gently slaps my cheeks, but with menace.
"Oh my god yeah he is," says Bobby. "He's so hot for my smile he can't control himself." He leans in toward me and says: "Do you like my smile little boy? Do ya? Huh? Fucking tell me bitch!" Bobby smiles, flexes his arms in a double-bicep-flex, and g=holds them there like a porno statue. Fuck! How does his smile stay so wet!? "Dude, you're so into me. Right bitch?"
So Larry leans his head in front of mine, like six inches away, and he says, "dude, we think you want us to own and control you permanently. That's right, isn't it?"
I'm scared shitless and don't reply. He pulls out a futuristic red rocket-like thing, like 3" long, and tosses it on the table. What the hell is it?
Larry is like, "answer me, bitch!" I still can't think of what to say.
So Paul puts his hand over my mouth, and Larry starts wedgieing me again, and he's pulling harder and harder and harder until I'm practically going to fly across the table. And Larry says, with an angry face, "okay bitch, listen up! You will have no power to talk, until you say that you want us to own and control you permanently. Paul's gona give you power to talk in a second, and you fucking BETTER say: "I want to be owned and controlled permanently" or were going to cause you some major shit."
Larry is bouncing me all over on my helpless wedigie. Paul lets me speak for a moment, although he holds onto my lower lip so I talk like a baby. And I say "okay okay okay take permanent cont..." and then Paul covers up my mouth again, and they're all saying "Fucking right, bitch!"
All I'm thinking about now is my huge out-of-proportion boner, which wants to explode, but Bob says "thanks dude" and smiles. I look down at the red rocket thing. Larry picks it up, spits all over it so it's dripping, and shoves it right up to my face so its shoved up underneath my nose. I'm inhaling the dirty, sexy smell of his adolescent spit.
Then he presses a button and it pops out into a silvery metal like flower.
Larry says, "OK, bitch, this here is a controller plug. I'm gona put it up your ass and press this button, and you won't be able to escape out of it without my key. Is that okay with you?"
No, it's not okay with me!!! I'm shit scared. But I have no power to speak, since the babyfaced jocks are still covering my mouth. So I just sit there wide-eyed and boner-tised. Larry reaches in my briefs, shoves the wet plug up my ass, presses the button, and spits on my face.
Larry says, "Now little boy, we're gona give you your voice back." He's calling me a little boy, but he's two years younger than me. "But just remember that if you cross us, you won't be allowed to shit. Just remember, from now on we own you. So you don't have PERMISSION to talk to us unless we ask you something. And if we ask you something, you must always answer the way we would like."
They basically let go of me, although Larry is still wedgie bouncing me and Bob still has his sandal on my boner. They're all just smiling at me, waiting to see what happens. My boner is out of my pants, and it is obscenely sticking a foot out and pointing straight up. After a couple more wedgie bounces, I spurt right up the front of my shirt and all over the table, covering my entire front in semen. They laugh their heads off during all the spurts.
They all get up and spit 10 times each on my head all at once so I am drenched. They all say "see ya, dude," laughing their heads off at me as they run off. I can smell the dirty, sexy smell of the adolescent spit that's drenching my whole head, and my cock is still rock hard.
I'm not allowed to talk so I don't.
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