St Dunstan's
Mr Nicholas and Miss Warburton have called a number of the students in the school into the science lab for a special announcement. No one is sure what is happening, but there have been rumours that St Dunstan's has been facing financial problems and the school governor has been alerted that some suspicious practices have been taking place. The restless students wait in their seats gossiping to each other.
Miss Warburton and Mr Nicholas are quietly discussing teaching practices while they wait for everyone to arrive.
The girls are chattering excitedly about what happened in the final exam overseen by Miss Wolfheart. It's now become a school legend.
Mathew bravely turns to the girls, "It's all lies! That never happened!" "Oh yeah!" Katey snaps back. "Shows what you know!"
"You see it's all about discipline," Mr Nicholas enthusiastically explains to Miss Warburton. "They eventually learn to respect you if you show them a firm hand."
Ash and Scott walk into the classroom and take their seats.
Katey and Emily's eyes widen watching them come in. Those boys are so fit!
Scott leans back toward Ash, "This is such a waste of time." "I know," Ash complains. "I have to get to rugby practice."
"I saw you checking out Scott in gym class," Katey taunts Emily.
"Did not!?!" Emily giggles. "Yes, you were!" Katey insists. "You were trying to see his willy through his gym shorts."
"Shut up!" Emily goes bright red. "I bet Scott has the biggest one in the class," Katey says. "How would you know?!" Emily laughs.
"Settle down, settle down!" Miss Warburton shouts over the noise.
The students fall silent and obediently face front.
"Now Mr Nicholas and I have a couple of announcements to make."
"You probably know by now that the school minibus has finally broken down and I’m afraid it’s gone to the scrap yard," he announces.
"Ah," the students all moan.
"Can’t they buy a new one?" Joanne asks.
"That’s what I’m coming to," Mr Nicholas nods.
"A new minibus is very expensive."
Ash raises his hand and speaks simultaneously, "How much Sir?"
"They cost almost as much as I earn in a year," he says gravely.
The students murmur and whisper to each other speculating how much that is.
"I’m afraid H5 that the school needs you to help raise the £30,000 necessary to buy a new one."
"Let’s have your ideas!" Mr Nicholas says enthusiastically.
The students turn the problem over in their heads for minute.
Suddenly Katey's hand shoots up.
"Oh Mr Nicholas!" she says excitedly waving her arm.
"Yes Katey?"
"Me and my friend Tabatha could offer to walk dogs for 50p a time," she says proud of her quick thinking.
"Oh yeah," the students agree.
"That’s a good idea. What do you think Mr Nicholas?" Miss Warburton says. Mr Nicholas nods in approval.
Ash raises his hand, quickly following on from Katey's idea.
Mr Nicholas nods granting him permission to speak. "How about washing cars for 50p a time?"
"I was going to suggest that," Scott complains. "Let me do it instead!"
Ash says, "Well I do have practice after this."
"Alright. Scott it will be your job to wash cars."
Tracey's hand suddenly shoots up.
"Yes Tracey," Miss Warburton says.
"What about a slave auction Miss?" Tracey asks proud of her idea.
Sheila laughs enthusiastically. Tracey always has the best ideas!
"Ermm. How do you mean?" Miss Warburton asks uncertain.
"I saw it on TV once," Tracey explains. "All the mums could come to the school hall and bid to buy the boys. Whoever bids the highest gets the boy."
The teachers struggle to understand the concept.
Sheila nods and the two share a conspiratorial smile.
The students look around at Tracey wondering what she means.
Miss Warburton looks to Mr Nicholas for help, but he looks equally flummoxed.
Some of the boys feel a chill down their spine, like a warning.
Sheila quickly steps up to elaborate, “Then the boy goes and does things for the mum.”
Miss Warburton thinks for a moment and then her face brightens up.
“Like carrying shopping, doing household chores? I see,” she quickly says, relieved to finally understand.
“Excellent,” she says approvingly.
“That’s not quite what I meant,” Tracey says firmly.
“No no, I understand the principle. That’s a great idea.” Miss Warburton nods enthusiastically and looks to Mr Nicholas.
“That’s a very sweet idea Tracey,” he says.
The girls chuckle, having their own ideas.
“Oh! Me and the boys in the choir could sing songs for 10p each,” Mathew offers.
“Yeah!” the students agree.
“Mmm. Good idea. Lots of good ideas here,” Miss Warburton says supportively.
Matthew beams at the teachers. He loves approval.
“Well done,” Mr Nicholas nods looking over the students.
“Alright there’s no time like the present.”
“Katey... You collect your friend Tabatha from J5 and can start your dog walking service immediately. Emily, you can work on the Slave Auction.” he says.
“What about me?” Scott asks.
“Yes, I’ll get you a bucket and some car washing equipment.”
“I’ll find someone to help you with that.”
“Mathew, you report to Mr Martin,” Mr Nicholas says.
All the students laugh and whisper, knowing how strict Mr Martin is.
Katey follows after Scott, hoping she can work near him.
The students file out eager to get on with their projects to help the school.
It's a gorgeous day out. But instead of encouraging their students to make the most of it the teachers of St Dunstan's have ordered four students to walk the streets begging for money by performing menial chores for the public.It's a gorgeous day out. But instead of encouraging their students to make the most of it the teachers of St Dunstan's have ordered four students to walk the streets begging for money by performing menial chores for the public.It's a gorgeous day out. But instead of encouraging their students to make the most of it the teachers of St Dunstan's have ordered four students to walk the streets begging for money by performing menial chores for the public.
Scott has convinced his friend Brad to help him wash cars and Katey has paired up with Tabatha to walk dogs.
"We’ve only got 2 months to raise enough money to buy a new minibus for the school," Scott says worried.
"It’s going to take a lot of 50ps," Katey sighs in frustration.
"Me and Brad will have to wash hundreds of cars to get enough to buy a bus," Scott figures.
Skipping along Tabatha isn't bothered about it. She's just happy to be out of school and have a chance to be near that cute Brad. "With the whole school helping we should hit the target," she shrugs.
"I’ve heard they’ve come up with some pretty wild fundraising ideas," Brad says having missed the initial assembly.
"Yeah. They were talking about a slave auction," Scott says.
"I’ll stick to walking dogs for money thank you," Katey declares.
The students look around considering which houses would be most likely to pay out.
Scott's tempted to throw it all in and invite Katey and Tabatha back to his place. He's aching for the chance to be alone with either of them.
"I think this road’s going to have more dirty cars than that one," Brad says.
"That’s funny," Tabatha jumps in. "I think dog-lovers live down here."
The boys grimace considering whether they should part ways with the girls or contrive a way to stay with them.
"Why don’t we do this road..."
"and you do that?" Scott suggests.
"Meet you at lunchtime and see who raises the most money!" Katey smiles flirtatiously at Scott.
"You’re on," Brad says excited by the idea of competition. "See you later."
"How long does it take to walk a dog?" Scott wonders aloud.
"Just drag it to a tree and watch it crap don’t you?" Brad shrugs.
"Urrgh!" Scott winces. Then he brightens excitedly, "Hey, maybe we’ll get to wash a Ferrari?"
"It doesn’t look like that kind of street mate," Brad laughs.
They look around trying to spot any nice looking cars they'd like to go at. They figure one house is as good as another and randomly pick one to knock on.
Wandering down the pavement on the opposite street Katey asks, "How long does it take to wash a car?"
"They only have to chuck a bucket of water over it don’t they?" Tabatha speculates uncertainly.
Katey tries to picture it, "Oh. Do you think Scott will take his shirt off?"
"You know, when he gets wet washing the cars."
Tabatha laughs nervously imagining his bare chest. She's heard about Katey's talent for getting boys clothes off.
"Mmm. Let’s make sure to meet up with them later," she giggles.
Back at the school, Miss Warburton has kept several students behind to discuss a special task she has for them.
"In an hour’s time we’re going to be visited by the school governor," Miss informs them.
"Who is that Miss?" Sheila asks.
"The governor decides how much money the school gets next year."
"The visit is also intended to make sure you are being good boys and girls," she adds.
Sheila immediately turns to Tracy who is barely able to suppress a mischievous grin.
In a condescending voice Miss Warburton carries on regardless of the girls’ giggling, “So that we have something to show them I have a project for you.”
The students’ interest perks up as she pulls out a big box that rattles like its filled with metal objects.
“Come over here,” she instructs them all.
Studious Joanne instantly comes forward always looking for a chance to impress the teacher with her eagerness.
“You can use whatever you want off this table to build some sort of gadget,” she says vaguely.
The students peer into the box filled with miscellaneous gears and wires.
David instantly begins seizing the parts he wants before any of the girls can get them.
Miss Warburton hopes they’ll be able to come up with some sensible and impressive thing for the governor.
David tests a piece that he thinks is shaped like a sickle.
He suddenly gets an idea.
“Cool!” he exclaims.
“I’m going build a robot and enter Robot wars,” he says eagerly.
Miss Warburton smiles tolerantly at the cocky boy. He's the sort whose hand is always up first, ready with an answer.
“Good!” she says supportively.
“What are you going to build?” she asks the girls.
Having no idea what they should do Tracy and Sheila look to Joanne who is already mapping blueprints in her mind for possible creations.
“I’m going to build a robot too!” she says, looking meaningfully at Sheila.
Sheila nods supportively but wonders how in the world she plans to do that.
“Whatever you make it has to be ready in time for the governor’s visit,” Miss Warburton reminds them.
The girls smile and nod while Joanne lets her imagination go wild.
Considering the daunting task, Tracy and Sheila begin to wish they had been picked to work on the slave auction with Mr Martin instead.
Satisfied with the students’ plans, Miss Warburton turns the box of stray bits of machinery onto the table.
Miss Warburton herself has no idea what you could do with all these bits of metal. She hopes the students are more confident.
David begins grabbing at all the good pieces before the girls can get at them.
Joanne is busy making calculations in her mind. She thinks this wheel could be connected to the drive motor.
Miss Warburton is thoroughly pleased with her plan to impress the governor. The students appear to be very competent.
David and Joanne quickly snatch at the pieces they want, competing to get the best ones.
Having no clue what to do with the pieces Tracy and Sheila toy with them.
“Mine will be the best,” David thinks with determination. “These stupid girls don’t get things like machinery.”
“Look! I’m David Wellings’ stupid robot!” Sheila mocks him.
“Bloody tightwads,” Scott complains meeting Brad again on the pavement. They haven’t been able to find anyone who will let them wash their car yet.
He waves angrily at the old man who just slammed a door in his face.
“Don’t they trust us with their cars?” he asks.
“Maybe we don’t look well behaved,” Brad shrugs.
Scott looks around in frustration at the final house on the street.
“Okay, best behaviour for this last one,” he says trying to build up his confidence.
He knocks hard on the door.
Hearing a rustling inside, the boys stand up straight and try to look professional. They are determined to make some money to impress the girls when they meet up again.
David and Joanne are working quickly to finish their robots.
He wants to complete it first so Miss Warburton will see how much more skilful he is than the girls.
He’s terrified Joanne’s going to show him up.
The work she’s doing looks a lot more impressive than what he’s working on.
“At least you can tell what mine is,” he thinks with satisfaction. “It doesn’t even look like hers will do anything useful!”
David tests the remote for his battle machine. He can hear Miss Warburton laughing and berating Tracy and Sheila in the background, “You better get started soon!”
The motor seems to be working perfectly.
Joanne appears completely confident in her work whereas David has begun to sweat.
Miss Warburton comes to survey his work, “Oh a little motor car! Very good. Keep at it!”
She turns to Joanne who has just affixed a light to her creation.
Miss Warburton looks curiously at it. “Whatever is it for?” she wonders.
David bristles from Miss’ comment. “Little motor car! It’s a killing machine. Doesn’t she know anything?” he thinks angrily.
He makes adjustments to try to increase its speed.
It makes a clunking sound and then the wheels buzz into action.
Joanne clicks the machine she’s built on and bubbles suddenly shoot out of it.
“Perfect!” she thinks.
David quickly makes adjustments, nearly burning himself while frantically trying to finish it.
Miss Warburton patrols the students looking suspiciously at their projects.
She hopes they won’t actually injure themselves making these gadgets. That’s all she’d need right before the governor arrives!
Joanne tests the final part of her robot.
All the gears instantly whir into action.
She holds the long metal rod up watching it jump into action.
The rod slowly pumps up and down.
“Just a little more juice,” she thinks increasing the speed.
The rod flies into action, pumping furiously away.
Getting no response, Scott knocks hard.
They know someone is in there! They can hear them.
The door opens and the boys instantly smile and try to look respectable.
An elderly lady cautiously looks them over.
“Bob-a-job?” Brad pipes up.
“We’re raising money to buy a new minibus for St Dunstans’ school,” Scott explains.
The woman, Dorothy, gives them a look like she’s about to turn them away and slam the door like everyone else.
“Can we wash your car?” Brad asks putting on his most innocent face.
Dorothy looks them up and down considering it.
“I suppose it does need a wash,” she says glancing at her car.
“For the school,” she nods. “How much do you two charge?”
“50p ma'am.”
“Each!” Scott quickly adds.
They glance at each other rigidly trying to remain respectable looking so they’ll get the job.
Dorothy supposes it will be alright, as long as they don’t interfere with her plans.
“Okay but it has to be clean by 12 o’clock because I’m expecting some people,” she says graciously.
The boys smile triumphantly.
It‘s so humiliating offering their help for so little money, but at least they’ve got someone to take up their offer for once!
“It has to be spotless mind, or you won’t get paid.” Dorothy says sternly.
“You can trust us Mrs,” Brad says sincerely.
Scott nods wanting to get this over with so they can meet up with the girls again.
“I’ll just fill my bucket with...” Scott begins approaching the door but Dorothy’s hand instantly stops him.
“No,” Dorothy commands. “You can’t come in!”
“I’m planning a party,” she says composing herself.
“I’ll get your water and bring it out to you.”
She turns and leaves them there on the doorstep.
The boys look at each other in confusion.
They think the suspicious old lady is probably worried they’ll nick something.
Buttman and Cumshot have slipped away to have a smoke.
They’re doing their best to avoid all this fundraising nonsense.
If the school wants money that bad they’ll just get their parents to cut them a check.
Plus they’re eager to spend as little time around those girls as possible after what happened on the exam day.
They feel ashamed about what the girls made them do and avoid talking about it.
After ejaculating in front of a whole group of the school’s students Buttman has been trying to prove his masculinity so acts as tough as possible.
“When I get out of here I’m getting a summer job in Beefa,” he brags.
“Oh man, the ladies go moist for the DJ,” Cumshot smirks.
“Yeah man. My uncle knows this man who runs all the big parties.”
Cumshot nods impressed.
“The girls have to be NAKED. Only the fittest get in. It‘s a fucking ORGY!”
They hear a shout come from the back door. “Boys!”
Mr Martin has suddenly appeared, “I thought I’d find you lot hiding around here.”
Buttman quickly tosses away his cigarette.
“Smoking eh?” Mr Martin says threateningly. “Sir?” Buttman says innocently.
“Don’t ‘Sir!’ me young man. I may be new here but I’m far from a soft touch.”
“We weren’t smoking Sir,” he stammers.
Mr Martin looks ready to give him a smack for so blatantly lying.
Quickly Buttman comes up with another lie, “We were discussing our career options for next year.”
“Really? Well in that case you’ve heard of a CV,” Mr Martin says looking from one boy to the other.
Buttman has no idea what he’s talking about.
“Who’s your form teacher?” he demands.
“Miss Warburton,” Cumshot mumbles.
Mr Martin sighs like he should have expected as much, “A CV is something you can show when you go for a job interview.”
“Really Sir?” Buttman says in a really smart-arsed tone of voice. “You’re kidding.”
Mr Martin’s patience is running very thin with this little punk.
“Fundraising for the school minibus would be a good thing to put down on your CV,” he says severely.
Buttman snickers and restrains himself from telling this new teacher to bugger off.
“I want both of you to enter the school Slave Auction,” he says.
He can’t believe what he’s hearing. Maybe those poor bitches from St Catherine’s could become their slaves. But it’s not going to be the other way around!
Cumshot doesn’t know what to do and looks uncertainly at Buttman. He’s more of a follower, doing whatever the gang wants.
“Slave Auction!?” Buttman laughs sarcastically.
"Some of the school mums are coming to bid on boys to help them with housework," Mr Martin explains further.
Buttman snickers at the mention of housework. He’s never had to do any in his life and he's not about to start now!
Mr Martin turns to him, anger surging up inside him.
Buttman’s determined to prove how manly he is. “Fuck that! I'm worth more than 20p!” he scoffs.
The teacher grabs his shoulders and shouts, “Ungrateful sods!”
Buttman wants to panic but he tries hard to remain cool in the face of Mr Martin’s anger. He openly smirks knowing he's got a rise out of the teacher.
“Don’t tell me you and the rugby team won’t benefit from a new minibus!” he says.
The lads bow their heads in embarrassment as he shoves them back toward the school.
“Get over to the assembly hall now and see Miss Warburton!”
The scowling boys trudge off, cursing this whole stupid school in their heads.
Mr Martin’s only just begun working at St Dunstan’s and he’s already sick of these spoiled little twits. Someone has to teach them a good lesson!
“Some of those mums are quite hot,” Buttman says as a way of making it look like he’s not being made to do this.
“I bet I get the highest bid,” he boasts.
“They can use me for fucking service,” Cumshot says.
“And Me!” Buttman agrees excitedly.
David stares down at his creation and can’t stop himself from grinning. “I’m a bloody genius!” he thinks proudly.
He can’t believe how well it came out considering the bits of shit the teacher gave him to work with.
Joanne laughs to herself. It looks like it’s got a bent willy for a nose.
Miss Warburton rushes between the students, checking up on them and worrying about the governor’s impending arrival.
David’s “Deathbot 3000” runs back and forth over the floor.
“This is way better than some of the crap people bring on Robot Wars,” he thinks. "It would fucking rule the arena."
Miss Warburton thinks it’s adorable how these boys get so excited over their little toys. And they are exactly the same once they get older!
“He’s such a twat,” Tracy whispers to Sheila.
Sheila worriedly looks over the left over junk.
“We’d better build something or we’re going to be in big trouble,” she says.
Tracy is undaunted, “This looks easy!”
Sheila doesn’t get it.
“Rope?” she asks in confusion.
“Come on, at least we’ll have something to show her,” Tracy shrugs.
“It‘s my best work yet,” David says coolly. “But I might make a couple more adjustments.”
“Yes. Make it very special,” Miss Warburton says. “I’ll be back to check on you in a few minutes.”
David is glowing with pride.
He can’t help wanting to tease the girls about how much better his robot is.
He surveys Joanne’s weird machine scientifically.
“What the hell is it?” he wonders. He can’t figure it out.
“I’ve finished my robot. ‘Deathbot 3000‘!!!” he brags. “What’s yours called?”
Joanne ponders the question. She hadn’t thought of naming it.
“The Invader,” she says finally.
“What a crap name,” he laughs. “What’s your weapon? It’s got to have a weapon.”
“Err... It hasn’t got a weapon,” Joanne says.
“Pathetic!” David howls.
“Deathbot 3000 will slaughter the Invader!”
“Oh yeah?!” Joanne sneers.
“Yeah,” David puffs up ready for a fight.
It’s time someone put these girls in their place. He grabs at Joanne’s robot.
Joanne grabs it back from him.
“Hey, get off!”
Tracy and Sheila are busily trying to make something that will appease Miss Warburton.
They look up to see David harassing Joanne. He’s taunting her meanly for no reason at all.
David grabs at Joanne’s robot rudely and roughly handles it looking for flaws.
Joanne defensively pushes his hands away to protect it.
“What a load of crap,” he laughs.
Joanne is furious that he’s attacking her work for no reason.
“It hasn’t even got any wheels!” David mocks her.
Joanne angrily takes back the metal rod and turns to see Miss Warburton re-enter the room.
“David, Joanne, what’s going on?” she asks furiously.
Being nervous about the governor’s impending visit has made her particularly highly strung. “I hope you’ve finished your projects.”
“I have Miss,” David says.
“It’s called the Deathbot 3000!”
“David’s messing up my work,” Joanne complains.
Impatient with their arguing Miss Warburton orders, “David, if you’ve finished go and help Tracy and Sheila.”
Joanne checks her machine to make sure that idiot hasn’t caused any damage.
“Tracy and Sheila, David’s coming to help with your project,” Miss Warburton yells across the room.
“I’ve got to leave to see how Mr Martin is getting on and greet the governor,” she says.
She gives David a final warning look that if he causes any further trouble he will really be in trouble.
Joanne casts an angry glance at David. It’s not fair jerks like him always get away with bullying people.
Scott and Brad are hard at work soaping the lady’s car.
It’s their first car of the day and they are already incredibly bored by the tedious work.
Dorothy leans out of her window checking up on the lads.
Dorothy doesn't think you can ever trust young boys like these. Turn your back and they’ll slack off leaving the work half done.
They continue cleaning the car feeling that lady’s eyes on them. They wish she'd just let them get on with it.
Dorothy comes out of her house carefully watching them.
She thinks that if these boys make one scratch on her car the school will be getting a very stern phone call.
“I’m going out for half an hour,” she declares.
“I expect the car to be spotless by the time I return!”
“Yes Mrs,” Brad says politely but she’s already strutting away.
She walks away on some mysterious errand full of self importance.
“Half an hour,” Brad complains.
“The old bag! What about Katey and Tabatha?”
“Make sure the car is spotless by the time I get back!” Scott mocks Dorothy.
Brad laughs at his imitation.
He’s had enough of this dull work. Time to have some fun.
He raises the sponge and aims right for Scott’s head.
Scott winces with the soap splashing his face and the sponge bouncing off his shoulder.
He instantly retaliates chucking his sponge at Brad.
Brad tries to dodge it, but the sponge hits him square in the chest.
“That’s it!” he thinks. “Total war!”
He grabs the hose, but Scott pounces him trying to rub the sponge in his face.
“Ugh!” Brad cries feeling the warm suds being smeared all over his face.
They wrestle over the lawn trying to get each other with the soapy sponges.
They laugh hysterically grappling with each other.
Brad tries to pull the hose up to spray Scott in the face, but Scott stomps on it.
They forget about the lady and the car completely trying to soak each other as much as possible.
Brad raises the hose up and sprays it just narrowly missing Scott’s face.
Scott desperately tries to turn it around so it sprays Brad instead.
Brad stops him by shoving the sponge back in Scott’s face.
They wrestle each other to the ground, laughing and crying out.
Brad is slightly more muscular than Scott so he’s able to pin him to the grass.
He struggles to push his strong arms away as Brad pushes the sponge into his face.
Brad may be stronger, but Scott is faster and is able to slip out from underneath his grasp.
He trips Brad so he’s on the ground now and getting soap in the face.
Brad yells getting foam in his eyes.
“Excuse me!” someone screams. Scott lets go of Brad to see who it is.
“And what are you two doing in my mothers garden?” the girl demands.
The boys freeze guiltily in place covered in soap and dirt. "Shit!" Brad mutters to himself.
"Speak up!" Stephanie says impatiently.
"We’re cleaning the woman’s car Miss," Brad says helplessly.
Stephanie looks from one boy to the other unconvinced and notices how their clothing is completely soiled.
"For the school," Scott continues explaining. "We’re raising money for the school."
Stephanie looks at the half completed job and tuts at the boys.
“Where’s my mother, Mrs Travers?” she demands.
“Erm, she’s gone out Miss,” Scott says nervously.
“She’s holding a party she said,” Brad mumbles.
“I know,” Stephanie snaps.
The boys are intimidated by her ample chest and fast talk.
“And I don’t suppose while she was gone she told you to roll around on her front lawn.”
The boys stiffen feeling guilty.
“No Miss,” Brad says sheepishly.
“Right!” Stephanie says grabbing Scott’s tie. “Which school is this?”
Scott jumps from being grabbed so suddenly.
“St Dunstan’s Miss,” he replies.
“Don’t you have lessons?”
“After lunch,” Scott says worrying she might inform Miss Warburton what they've been doing.
“At two o'clock Miss.”
“Well I’m not sending you back like that,” she says looking up and down at their wet, dirty clothes. The boys shiver worried that she is really going to call the school.
Brad nervously looks down at his dishevelled, wet clothes.
“Take off your things,” Stephanie orders.
“I’ll put them in the wash.”
Both boys freeze in place utterly petrified.
Did they hear her right? Take off their clothes? Here in broad daylight?
They glance at each other wondering what they should do.
Scott looks up at her ready to ask what she means.
But before he can speak Stephanie quickly demands, “Now!”
From her stern expression and intimidating manner the boys understand she’s not a woman to be contradicted.
Confused and frightened the boys begin undressing right there on the lady’s front lawn.
Stephanie watches them with satisfaction having no intention to turn her head.
Brad’s fingers are trembling so much he has difficulty undoing the knot of his tie.
The boys are worried that if they don’t obey her she’ll call the school and then they’ll really be in for it.
It feels so weird undressing while this strange woman watches.
Brad feels his heart begin to race like he’s just completed several laps around the field at rugby practice.
Stephanie thinks its so nice seeing young, male flesh completely exposed to the daylight.
The boys bow their heads in shame while undressing finding it difficult to look the woman right in the eyes.
Their skin prickles with sweat under the strong sun and the pressure of stripping while she watches.
Stephanie stares at the lower halves of their bodies indicating that they should continue on.
The schoolboys feel their nipples unexpectedly begin to harden.
Scott hesitates undoing his belt seeing Brad struggle with his shoes. He wonders if they are really going to go through with this.
Exhaling heavily he pulls his trousers down so all he’s left in are his undies.
To his embarrassment Scott almost loses his balance and falls over pulling them off.
Brad’s clumsy fingers pull at his belt trying to loosen it.
Scott feels incredibly self conscious standing here in his pants, but he tries to reason with himself that it’s no different from wearing a swim suit.
Brad feels the woman waiting impatiently for him.
Scott nervously touches his dick terrified that he’ll get one of his unexpected erections now. It would be the worst thing that could ever happen.
Brad pulls his trousers down thinking 'she’ll just wash them quickly and then we’ll have them back!'
They don’t understand why she’s staring at them like that. It makes them feel strange.
Brad throws down his trousers hoping she’ll give them something to cover up with while they wait for their clothes to clean.
But she just stares at them expectantly making them want to shrink away from her.
They look at her questioningly feeling like they’ve done something wrong but don’t know what.
“Socks!” she says.
The boys blush feeling dumb and instantly comply.
Scott nervously looks around to see if anyone passing by can see them standing here in their pants.
They tug off their sweaty socks and drop them in the pile of clothes.
They straighten back up, but she still doesn’t look satisfied.
Stephanie laughs at how slow-witted these boys are.
She points at their flimsy boxers.
“And those,” she says as if they should know better.
The boys' stomachs churn, suddenly feeling ill.
“No doubt you’ve worn the same ones for a week,” she laughs.
They hesitate trying to decide if she really means it or not.
But Stephanie puts her hands on her hips and stares at them expectantly.
They feel a strange excitement, the blood rushing to their heads making them unable to think clearly.
Brad slowly shimmies out of his boxers as if he could bend over and hide his nudity.
Stephanie smiles excitedly seeing his adolescent penis and balls fall out.
Brad instantly reaches to cover them, but finds it difficult to finish pulling them off without using both hands.
Another young bush of pubic hair is exposed as Scott tugs his pants down more slowly.
It’s an unexpected pleasure for Stephanie to have this feast of teenage athletic flesh to admire.
Even though she just approached them a minute ago, every second they strip feels drawn out to an agonizingly long time for both boys.
Scott also grabs for his penis trying to cover it from the woman’s gaze.
They feel a rush seeing her stare so confidently like that at them.
They desperately cling to their penises as if for dear life.
It’s like they’ve just had the wind knocked out of them.
They awkwardly kick their pants onto the pile of clothes.
Stephanie thinks it's adorable they are trembling so much.
She doesn’t know why they are so shy about covering their bits from her. They still have a lot of growing to do.
Short of breath with their hearts beating a mile a minute they tensely wait for her to tell them what to do next.
But Stephanie seems happy to just stand there and look them over.
They’ve never felt so exposed before.
This woman they’ve never met before is suddenly able to see more of their bodies than their mothers have seen for the past ten years!
The feeling of panic they have is doubly worse because they’re standing out in the open where anybody could walk by and see them naked!
Stephanie looks like she knows their most intimate secrets now.
She looks from one to the other as if she can see straight through the hands covering their genitals.
She looks at them assessing their bodies like she's planning to keep them out here in her mother’s front yard naked forever.
Stephanie continues to grin coolly while the vulnerable lads stand there trembling, clutching at their genitals.
She likes how unspoiled and pure their young bodies are.
Stephanie approaches them and they are both petrified about what she might do.
Brad is intimidated by this older and obviously more experienced woman.
“Ah. Don’t worry you little boys,” she laughs relishing the looks of embarrassment on their faces.
“I’ll bring you out something to wear.”
A momentary feeling of relief washes over them hearing those comforting words.
Stephanie goes inside leaving them naked on the lawn.
They wonder in confusion why she didn’t let them inside. Someone might come by!
She comes out swinging two flimsy bits of fabric.
“I knew there were some men’s things,” she says happily.
The boys look at the things in confusion wondering what they are.
“There you are,” she says unfazed by the perplexed looks on their faces.
She thought they would be more grateful that she’s giving them something to cover up with.
Instead of thanking her they just stare at the clothing like they don’t know what to do.
“They’re thongs,” she says loud and clear.
She grabs the thong from Scott making him clutch his dick and balls protectively.
“This bit goes up between the cheeks,” she explains patiently.
“And this bit...”
“cups underneath your balls and your little dicks.”
She hands it back to him, but the boys still seem confused.
It’s more humiliating hearing her openly talk about their privates.
Shaking like a leaf, Scott holds the thong up but doesn’t make any attempt to try it on.
“Oh come here,” Stephanie says exasperated.
She snatches the thong back from him and opens it up.
Scott shrinks in embarrassment being dressed like a child, but he obediently lets her put the thong on him.
Stephanie briskly pulls it up his legs, apparently unperturbed by his nervousness.
The fabric slides up his thin, trembling thighs.
Scott winces feeling her pull it up so he can’t cover his privates anymore.
He watches helplessly as she stretches the front part out for his penis and balls.
Scott freezes feeling her cup his genitals.
“Oh my god! She just touched my willy!” he thinks horrified.
Stephanie makes sure it fits snugly around his little package.
Scott tenses feeling the fabric slide between his bum cheeks.
He wants to break down in tears he’s so embarrassed. No one has handled him like that before!
Stephanie snatches the other thong out of Brad’s hands.
“Lift your legs,” she commands.
“These boys are hopeless,” Stephanie thinks firmly taking them in hand.
Brad holds his breath watching her dress him and covers his penis.
He feels a kind of electric charge as she slides the thong up his legs.
His dick feels incredibly sensitive exposed to the air with her face just inches away.
She freely handles his dick and balls fitting them in the thin pouch.
She’s so feminine and confident in the way she handles him that he feels helpless.
His balls tingle in response to her hands.
She giggles trying to fit all of his little pink penis and balls into the pouch.
“There now,” she says with satisfaction pulling the straps up so his curly pubes are covered.
The strap pulls between his cheeks and presses against his asshole.
Stephanie is so turned on by the sexy little outfit on him she can’t help giving his bum a slap.
The boys freeze in place uncertain what they should do now with their sensitive cocks pressing against the fabric of the thongs.
The ridiculously small outfits make them feel even more self conscious than when they were naked!
But Stephanie seems very satisfied with the new uniforms she’s given them.
“There. Isn’t that better?” she says with delight.
“Turn around!”
The boys grudgingly do as they're told feeling deeply ashamed, but unable to stop what’s happening.
“Beautiful. Should’ve made you wear these in the first place,” she says smiling.
The boys fidget awkwardly wishing there was some way to cover themselves but there’s nothing they can do exposed outside like this.
“Don’t just stand there,” Stephanie says to the dumbstruck boys. “You’re supposed to be washing the car aren’t you?”
Without another word, she bends down to gather up their dirty uniforms.
They wonder in a panic, ‘Does she really expect us to keep washing the car in just these little thongs?!’
The boys are completely at her mercy now. She can keep their uniforms as long as she wants and leave them outside for the rest of the day if she feels like it.
They feel the sun and air on every part of their bodies exposed for anyone who happens to walk by.
Brad can barely move he’s so terrified about being this exposed. He’s never even liked taking his shirt off if girls were around!
Now their bottoms are completely on show and there might as well be a big arrow pointing at their willies.
“Well what are you waiting for?” Stephanie says gathering up their clothes.
Fearing she might inflict some further humiliation upon them they turn to keep washing the car.
Scott desperately takes another look at her hoping that this will all turn out to be a joke.
But Stephanie just nods to the car indicating that they should continue.
They feel angry that they’ve been put into this position, but they don’t want to do anything to annoy the lady because she might decide to keep their uniforms and send them back to the school like this!
They look at each other silently agreeing that the best thing will be to continue washing the car like she says.
Stephanie smiles happily taking another look at their fresh young bodies.
She slams the door leaving them alone.
Without her there with them, the boys feel even more vulnerable. They keep glancing to the street worrying someone might come by.
It’s a perfectly quiet middle-class street where people pass by on their way home for lunch and old ladies wander by with nothing in particular to do.
The boys are intensely aware that they are an oddity sticking out in this neighbourhood.
Left out in the open for anyone to gawk at the bulges in their little thongs.
Brad is confused about being put on display like this.
It’s agonizing, but makes him feel strangely alive in a way he hasn’t felt before.
The strap of the thong pulls between their arse cheeks as they bend over.
The jubilant feeling they had earlier during their water fight is replaced by a tense silence where they work to finish cleaning the car as fast as possible.
But no matter what they do, they can’t forget how they are practically naked.
People start to wander by. Their heads instantly turn and stare at the boys as they pass.
Even though the boys look down and try to ignore them, they are intensely aware their private parts are being stared at.
Brad blushes, his heart pounding fiercely in his chest as each painful minute drags by.
No one can believe their eyes seeing the young male flesh out in the open.
They even try to look a little closer to confirm how little these boys are wearing.
The boys are simply in their natural state, but nothing has ever felt so unnatural to them being left bare like this for the eyes of strangers.
The wind blows over their bare skin making it prickle and causes their hairs to stand on end.
Brad can barely concentrate on the work they are supposed to be doing.
He can’t stop worrying about what his body looks like to everyone and how much longer he’s going to be made to remain out here practically naked.
Tracy is haphazardly connecting bits of material left on the table.
Sheila plays with it unable to concentrate on the stupid project.
David angrily struts up to the table having been ordered to help them.
He hates having anything to do with these girls after what they made him do on the exam day, but his pride doesn’t allow him to act humbly toward them.
He grabs at their project chuckling.
With disdain he throws the bits about like it’s the biggest waste he’s ever seen.
He rudely snatches the leather strap from Sheila’s hands.
“What a load of crap,” he sneers. “You were supposed to build a gadget. What is it?”
“It’s an exercise system,” Tracy explains.
“Like on the Home Shopping channel.”
“Exercise system,” he says sceptically.
“It’s all wrong,” he declares shaking his head.
“What exercises can you do with this?”
Sheila is getting fed up with his attitude towards the girls in the class.
“I’ll show you. Sit here,” she offers.
“No chance I’m having nothing to do with that contraption,” he says adamantly.
“You’re supposed to be helping us aren’t you?” Tracy challenges him.
Momentarily flummoxed David mutters, “Yeah.”
“Well...” Sheila gestures to the table.
David gets that sick feeling in his stomach again and his skin goes clammy uncertain what he should say.
“So put your legs in these then,” Sheila challenges the cocky boy.
David shrugs childishly and sits on the table like he’s doing them a favour.
Tracy and Sheila fit the straps around his ankles.
David nervously watches them growing increasingly uneasy.
They secure the buckles so they fit very snugly.
The girls try to suppress their smiles while getting him firmly in place.
“Lean back please,” Tracy says all efficiency.
She doesn’t allow him time to argue, guiding him back onto the table.
“This’ll help,” Sheila offers fitting a rucksack under his head.
David feels strange, like he’s being put through some complicated exam at the doctor’s that no one is bothering to explain to him.
The girls thread the rope through the contraption they’ve built and tie it to the buckles.
David’s heart starts pounding a mile a minute, his temples throbbing.
“Hey, um... what are those for?” he asks uncomfortably.
Tracy and Sheila are fast at work. “It’s to stop you falling off,” she says simply.
“I’m not going to fall off,” David says angrily.
“You might when you see what comes next,” Tracy says locking the strap around his wrist in place.
He jerks his hand away but it’s tightly secured.
In one swift movement the girls pulls his arms back behind his head.
David barely has time to comprehend what’s going on, but the acid taste of panic rises up the back of his throat.
The girls fix the straps so he’s unable to raise his arms.
David quickly looks from one girl to the other, but the girls carry on like all of this has been pre-planned.
Sheila pulls the rope so it’s tight around his body.
“Ready?” Tracy says to Sheila. “One... two...” “Wait!” David says panicked.
“Three!” Tracy cries and they pull the rope so his legs automatically lift in the air.
He kicks his legs out, but the straps prevent him from moving.
“What the...?” David splutters.
“It worked!” Sheila says happily.
“Perfect!” Tracy declares proudly securing the ropes in place.
And with one small yank on the rope his legs split apart.
David’s head whips around between the girls' impassive faces trying to understand what’s going on. Each of his limbs are firmly locked in place.
“Have you got him ready yet?” Joanne asks. “I want to test out The Invader.”
David goes wide-eyed with fear, “You lot’ve gone mad!”
“Get these off me!” he yells.
Tracy grins widely seeing him struggle in vain, but his legs and arms are firmly locked in place.
Instead of listening to his plea she pulls on the rope so his legs are stretched as far back as possible.
“Oh no you don’t!” he objects. “Help!”
Tracy threads the rope through her hands working the pulley so his legs are pulled wide apart.
“Help! Miss Warburton!” David shrieks in a high-pitched cracking voice.
“No! Get off me!” he snarls getting red-faced.
Using his school-tie the girls make a gag and pull it up over his mouth to silence him.
Tracy slides her hands along the tautly drawn rope looking with pleasure at the distressed boy.
Joanne slides her machine around alongside the table.
“No,” David cries in a muffled voice, tears welling up in his eyes.
This has suddenly turned into a nightmare and no matter how much he struggles he can’t loosen the straps binding him.
Joanne tests to see if the pump will reach all the way.
Sheila tightly wraps the tie around his mouth so the noise is kept to a minimum.
Joanne teasingly jabs him with the metal rod so it pushes against his arse cheeks.
David begins sweating and struggling harder as he slowly realises what the girls have in store for him.
But he would never have believed Joanne would have the guts to do this!
She brandishes a pair of scissors and pulls at the material around his crotch.
David freezes, absolutely paralysed with horror seeing her cutting so close to his precious bits.
But Joanne skilfully cuts a neat line down the line of his crotch.
She pulls on the fabric easily making it rip open.
She forms a flap like a trap door.
The girls ignore David’s muffled cries watching Joanne's handiwork.
“Here, let me help you,” Tracy offers pulling the hole in his trousers open wider.
David feels a chill in his spine at the sound of fabric neatly ripping apart.
“Now hush,” Sheila says adjusting his gag.
“Have you ever seen an uglier pair of pants in your life?” Joanne asks the girls.
“They’ve got to go,” Tracy says.
Joanne snips the air over his crotch making David writhe around helplessly, but he’s barely able to move at all.
Tracy helps her by lifting the fabric up so she can make a clean cut.
“Stop squirming,” Joanne commands.
“We don’t want any accidents, do we?” she warns him.
David obediently lies still while she cuts his pants to pieces.
She cuts to make sure there is a completely clear opening for her to test the machine on him.
Joanne leans back examining his exposed arse crack and full pink balls sack.
“I only need access to his anal passage,” Joanne says pulling his cheeks apart.
Joanne turns the machine on making the metal rod pump rapidly up and down. David’s eyes open wide in horror.
She slowly aims the rod at his exposed arse.
Tracy relishes the look of sheer panic on his face as he screams under his gag."
“Now keep still,” Joanne says.
Sheila shrieks with laughter watching the cold metal plummet towards his vulnerable bum.
“Wait!” Tracy says. “You may as well take it all off.”
Joanne agrees and puts the metal rod back down.
She snips a neat line all the way up the crotch of his school trousers.
He whimpers pathetically feeling her pull the fabric away from his balls and penis.
“Almost there,” Joanne says.
“Let’s finish it,” Tracy says. She and Sheila yank hard at what’s left of his pants leaving his bits completely exposed.
“OWCH!” he cries under the gag feeling his clothes torn from him part by part.
The girls laugh uproariously snatching at any loose bit of fabric they see.
Pieces of clothing fly off him in a flurry.
David writhes about helplessly hearing the sharp sound of fabric being torn apart.
“Let me get this,” Joanne says snipping his pants in two.
Restrained by the straps, David is only able to move any of his limbs a few centimetres.
The girls stare down at the boy who has broken down crying uncontrollably.
He squeezes his eyes shut tight feeling their nails scrape against his skin in their mad fury to tear off every piece of his school uniform.
“This shirt is going to be difficult,” Sheila says trying to tug it up over his arms.
“Nah, Jo can just cut it,” Tracy smiles.
They yank it up making the seams come undone.
David is mortified. This is worse than what happened on the exam day!
He shakes his head back and forth in a total panic.
He knows he has absolutely no control whatsoever and his arsehole is totally exposed!
The girls snip the shirt in two.
Sweat is pouring down his face and his entire body is trembling.
He stares a Tracy with utter hatred.
“Let’s see how The Invader lines up now,” Joanne suggests.
Sheila continues cutting his shirt away while he shrinks away from the scissors.
David begins struggling desperately to get away again feeling the cold metal press against his arse.
Joanne wedges the rod between his cheeks so the tip rubs against the rim of his hole.
“NO!” David whines pathetically convulsing with tears at the sensation.
The girls carefully remove the last remnants of his uniform.
David bucks up and down on the table with his legs swinging wide open.
He’s in a state of hysteria, writhing around and crying uncontrollably.
But the girls are perfectly composed cutting away the scraps of clothing.
Sheila adjusts the gag. It’s almost soaked through with his saliva.
Joanne wonders what will happen if his boy hole is too small for the big metal rod.
Until now David had hoped the girls were just tormenting him. Now he is consumed with panic at the realisation that the girls ARE going to penetrate him with Joanne's invention.
“Oh we’ll just use something to help it in,” Tracy says knowledgably.
Thinking hard David looks around curiously unsure what she means.
He squirms uncomfortably seeing them holding a bottle up to his bottom.
Tracy squirts something cold and sticky onto his arsehole.
Then she works some onto the metal rod while David watches horrified. Sheila lifts up his little testicles so they don't get in the way of the fucking.
Joanne’s invention gurgles away pumping out bubbles and shining it’s light around the room.
Sheila stretches his loose balls sack back so Tracy has enough room to work it in.
David whines feeling the cold metal push against the rim of his arsehole.
An excruciating pain shoots through him feeling it slide uncomfortably up his virginal cavern. He is being penetrated.
Tracy works it into his hole. Pushing open his tight pink opening.
“Here we go,” Joanne says switching the machine on.
The rod jumps into action forcing itself further up inside the shrieking boy.
The bubbles rapidly shoot out and the girls laugh hysterically watching the machine fuck him.
Tracy holds the rod steady as it jabs up his rectum again and again.
Naked, bound & gagged in the centre of the classroom, and now having his virginity taken away by these wicked girls, David feels the most intense pain and humiliation of his life.
Tracy pulls the pumping machine out of his smarting arsehole and holds it up for him to see.
David stares at the hateful Tracy both despising her and hoping she'll show some pity.
Tracy rubs the tip of the metal device over his well-lubricated pink hole letting it push against the tender skin.
The searing pain of it entering sends David into a frenzy, screaming under his gag. The girls hold his trembling limbs firmly.
She slowly pushes it closer letting the metal pump drive itself into his resistant hole.
He bites hard on the gag and his entire body seizes up feeling it painfully enter him.
Tracy calmly guides it in watching his arsehole gradually open up.
The metal rod automatically pulls back and forward.
Every time it slides forward slicing into his arsehole David gives a desperate cry.
Tracy pushes in the rod, grinding it into his bum and making his arse open wider.
David gasps for breath. His face contorts in pain and is covered in a sheen of sweat.
Tracy guides the rod so it pumps deep into his anal cavity.
“Please!” David gives a muffled cry.
The Invader pushes harder into his arse.
The girls laugh hysterically seeing him holler in pain with his vulnerable dick and balls fully exposed.
He shakes his head completely unable to move any other part of his body.
Seeing him react so violently and angrily encourages Tracy to ram it in all the way.
The girls excitedly watch the machine working its way into the boy’s body.
They pull his legs back further so Tracy can push it further in.
“Higher, higher! Turn it up higher,” Sheila shrieks with laughter.
Red-faced David gives Tracy a warning look that she better not dare to make it go any faster.
Unintimidated Tracy looks up to Joanne and nods.
“I think it could do with some tweaking,” Joanne says tinkering with the control. "To increase penetration."
A switch is flicked and the metal rod pumps up and down even faster.
David grunts in pain and tries to squirm away from the device.
But the giggling girls have bound him firmly and he’s unable to move even a centimetre away from the rod forcing itself in-and-out of him.
David screams uncontrollably under his gag.
“Oh what’s he moaning about?” Joanne asks. “It’s only on level 2!”
David moans miserably feeling the rod fuck his resistant arse harder.
Joanne pushes the switch even further with the girls crying out, “Yeah! More!”
David feels his whole body seize up as the rod pumps in and out of his arsehole even faster.
“Oh Joanne you’re a fucking genius!” Sheila exclaims in amazement.
David wrestles with the rope and straps that bind him. This is like a nightmare he can’t wake up from.
Tracy holds onto the rod steadily letting it do all the work of penetrating and forcing itself up his rectum.
David never thought he could experience anything more humiliating than being made to wank on the exam day.
Being tied up and having absolutely no control over what’s happening is worse than anything he could have imagined.
And the pain of the metal rod forcing his delicate untouched arsehole open is more intense than anything he’s ever felt before.
Joanne feels incredibly proud she’s been able to make a device that can punish a boy so effectively. She stares in wonder at the machine working itself in and out of his little pink boy hole.
The machine grinds away at him, with bubbles streaming out rapidly around the room.
David coughs and splutters as Tracy screws the rod around so it stretches his tight hole open further.
The girls clutch his shaking legs to their chests possessively enjoying the complete control they have over him.
David is confused by the strange sensation that being fucked is producing in him.
His dick and balls tingle. His heart beats rapidly feeling the pain of the machine forcing itself inside him and the girls all around him laughing.
It’s like nothing he’s ever experienced before and he’s helpless to stop it until the girls want to.
Miss Warburton is fussing about the assembly hall in preparation for the slave auction. In a nervous state she’s confusing the girls who have been assigned to the task of making punch for the guests.
She tells Emily to be sure to lay out enough full glasses for people to take as they arrive.
Buttman and Cumshot grudgingly slink into the room wishing they could be anywhere but here.
They laugh and shake their heads at the girls fumbling with their plastic cups.
“I don’t believe it!” Miss Warburton exclaims. She never would have expected these boys to show up at a charity function.
“Hi Miss...” Buttman says uncertainly.
“What are you boys doing here?”
“We’re here to offer our services to the slave auction,” he says resentfully.
“Its for our VC,” Cumshot beams proudly.
“It’s CV,” Miss corrects him.
She is immensely pleased that these boys are finally taking some interest in school. “Alright, go and wait backstage and I’ll sort you out in a minute.”
“Just a minute,” Miss motions the girls over to her.
They were hoping they could slip out without her noticing to escape getting assigned yet another task for the auction.
“If you’re going to usher in the ladies your uniforms must be absolutely perfect,” she points to Emily's ear-rings.
“Those ear-rings are NOT part of the uniform,” she says firmly.
Emily and Alice smile broadly at their teacher. They hate being parted with their jewellery, but Miss Warburton is easy to push over if you talk to her nice enough. Mr Martin folds his arms interested to see how this teacher handles her students.
"I'm afraid you'll have to remove your jewellery," Miss Warburton says firmly.
“Awww, I got these for my birthday,” Emily smiles trying to win her over.
“Oh please Miss Warburton!” Alice chimes in. “Don’t you think they’re nice?”
“Yes girls, there’re lovely but they aren’t school uniform and…”
Mr Martin has heard enough. There isn’t enough discipline at this school. No wonder it has such a reputation for unruly behaviour. He's determined to put a stop to it.
"NO you may NOT wear earrings with your school uniforms," he says firmly.
"You are both representing the school," he reminds them but also casts a glance at Miss Warburton.
He holds out his hand with authority leaving the girls no chance to argue with him.
Miss Warburton bristles watching this new teacher walk up and give orders to her students.
The girls seem much happier to comply for him.
He’s so cute that all the girls have been imagining what he’d look like with his shirt off from the first day he walked into St Dunstan’s.
“You’ll get them back at the end of term,” he says. “Now go and sort out the fruit punch for the guests.”
The girls aren’t pleased that they’ll have to live without their new earrings for so long, but they find it difficult to talk back to the handsome new teacher.
They giggle and walk away to finish setting things up.
Miss Warburton wanted to ask them to help the boys out back, but she doesn’t want to confuse things further. Mr Martin seems to want to control everything.
He shakes his head watching the silly girls leave. He thinks it’s time someone showed a firm hand around here.
“Thank you Tony, I was dealing with that,” Miss Warburton says crisply.
He’s not in the mood to deal with teachers that get bitchy when someone steps on their toes.
“The same way you deal with James' gang?" he asks sarcastically. "I just caught them out back smoking!”
“Smoking? Oh dear...” she says nervously.
“You know Karen, I think you have a discipline problem.”
She is shocked he would talk to her so brazenly.
“You know what they say about 'spare the rod…'"
Miss Warburton puffs up, astounded a new teacher would presume to give her advice after all her years of experience.
“Frankly if you don’t start coming down HARD I’m going to have words with the Headmaster.”
She turns away angrily, biting her lip to stop herself from giving him a good piece of her mind.
“Yes, well I must greet the Governor and show her the students' science projects,” she says instead of arguing with him. “Excuse me.”
Mr Martin nods satisfied he’s won this round.
Miss Warburton gives him a sarcastic smile and turns to leave.
She clenches her fists wishing there were some way to put this arrogant young teacher in his place.
Mr Martin thinks these female teachers are too soft. If you aren’t firm with the students they’ll walk all over you. If there is one thing he prides himself on is that he is always in control.
Tracy slowly pulls the metal rod out of his arse watching the smooth pink skin cling to the wet ridges of it.
David moans miserably feeling like he‘s been stretched to the limit, his body wracked with pain.
Just when he thinks Tracy might be done she pushes the rod up into him again, the head of the machine mechanically pumping his arse.
He grunts angrily, feeling the rod slide up his arse. He's helpless to stop it.
“What’s wrong, tough boy? I thought you said my machine is pathetic?”
The girls pull his legs back giving Tracy room to really make the machine fuck him.
The crushing humiliation of it is too much for David who is on the brink of tears.
Tracy steers the rod up his arse again making him strain to try to resist it, but he's unable to stop it.
“Wait a sec,” Tracy says suddenly.
“What are we going to do with him when Miss Warburton comes back?”
“Shit! That governor person is coming too,” Sheila says worriedly.
The rod continues to fuck him while the girls contemplate what they are going to do.
But David feels a sense of hope that they’ll have to stop this and untie him before they get in trouble.
Tracy thinks for a moment while the metal slides in and out of his arsehole and then says, “I’ve got an idea.”
David struggles in his restricted position wishing there was some way he could cry out to Miss Warburton before these girls think of a scheme to get away with this.
Sheila knew there was nothing to worry about. Tracy always has the best ideas.
The girls are helping Joanne make some last minute adjustments to her robot.
“Now if I flick the switch, even more bubbles should come out,” Joanne says.
The girls laugh hearing the machine whir into action making dozens of bubbles shoot out.
“That governor’s going to be well impressed!” Sheila says excitedly.
They hear Miss Warburton laughing and talking in a fake enthusiastic tone, “And this is the science lab!”
The girls giggle excitedly and crowd around the machine.
They try their best to keep their faces straight and look hard at work.
“I think you’ll find that all of our students have been making great progress,” Miss Warburton says to the governor leading her in.
The girls straighten up and smile at the guest.
“Today the class have a project to build a gadget from old equipment that can be used in the home,” Miss Warburton announces proudly.
“One of our group, David Wellings, was building a robot,” she explains.
She turns to show her the machine he built. "Ooh. Fascinating," Lady Keane examines it.
He isn’t anywhere in sight. Miss Warburton worriedly looks around the room, "Actually I can’t see him."
“Joanne where’s David got to?”
Joanne tries to think of something to say and stumbles over her words.
“The truth is...” Tracy cuts in.
“David wouldn’t help us!”
“Oh?” Miss Warburton exclaims.
“He ran off,” Sheila says sadly.
“Oh?!” Miss Warburton’s tone raises up angrily.
The girls all nod innocently.
Everyone is quiet for a tense moment thinking about what a bad boy David is.
But the girls can’t help the laughter that’s erupting from their throats.
“Is this a robot too?” Lady Keane asks.
“No it’s a... um...” Joanne stutters.
“A bubble machine,” she says uncertainly.
“And lights!” Sheila adds enthusiastically.
Lady Keane nods trying to decipher a practical application for such a device.
“You know,” Tracy adds. “For discos.”
“Here...” Sheila offers handing her the controls.
“Have a go!”
They smile excitedly watching her look at the device.
She flicks a switch making bubbles rapidly shoot out of it.
The girls giggle and nudge each other.
She curiously looks over the control unsure of what she’s doing and pushes another button.
A light turns on and flashes around the room.
Lady Keane laughs in delight, “Oooh! Wonderful!”
The girls splutter with laughter.
She looks over the control wondering if it does anything else.
“Excellent Joanne,” Miss Warburton says approvingly. “Well done.”
“What do these numbers mean?” Lady Keane asks her.
“Well that means you have it on 2,” Joanne shows her.
“The higher the setting the more bubbles and lights. 10 is the maximum.”
“Ah!” the ladies exclaim. “Very good.”
She flicks the switch up to 3.
The machine’s motor noisily speeds up.
A stream of bubble flies out into the air to Lady Keane’s delight.
Tracy and Sheila are nearly choking trying to restrain their laughter.
“It is jolly good fun isn’t it!” Lady Keane says approvingly.
This makes the girls giggle even harder.
“I think it’s extraordinary you were able to produce something so complex,” Lady Keane says admiring the machine. "It's really first rate."
She flicks the switch up to 4.
The girls burst out laughing seeing the machine speed up even more.
The light spins around rapidly and bubbles pour out of the hole.
The girls fall about laughing hearing the motor buzzing rapidly.
The more Lady Keane increases the speed the faster the metal rod pumps away.
The girls have firmly lodged it in his arse so the rod will keep fucking him without Tracy holding onto it.
David awakens to a strange sensation like he’s being invaded in the most intimate way possible.
He’s dizzy but manages to raise his head.
Suddenly he realizes this isn’t a dream. The painful sensation of the metal rod pumping his arse over and over is real!
He moans and tries to move but the girls have firmly bound him in place.
“Oh dear, is it alright?” Lady Keane asks hearing a strange noise.
The metal is steadily massaging David’s inside, stimulating him against his will.
The girls try to explain through their giggling that it’s just the sound of the gears shifting.
David clenches his teeth feeling the metal pumping him.
He tenses the muscles in his anus making it more painful for himself.
He feels something weird happening deep inside him and it’s driving him crazy that he can’t control it.
He tries to struggle but comes close to collapsing, realizing that he’s helpless to resist it.
Tracy tries to keep the girls quiet so they don’t raise too much suspicion.
Lady Keane turns it up to 5 making the machine work even faster.
David squeals beneath his gag feeling the pump rub against his prostate.
His entire body is trembling from the sensation. Tears cloud his vision. Blood is rushing to his head and he feels like he can’t take any more.
Brad scrubs the car painfully aware of the people passing noticing their scantily clad bodies.
He tries to focus on the work and not think about it.
But with the sun beating down on their bodies and the wind caressing every part of their skin it’s difficult to not picture themselves so totally exposed.
Their dicks feel unusually sensitive in the light fabric holding them.
Brad reaches over to wash the top of the car and feels the strap slide up between his arse cheeks and rub against his arsehole.
He finds the sensation pleasurable.
But this makes him ashamed and instantly stop doing it before it gives him an erection.
They try to clean the car quickly so they can get their clothes back and get away from here as soon as possible.
Washing the car should have taken no more than twenty minutes, but it feels like they’ve been stranded outside like this for hours.
Dorothy walks down the pavement having finished her errands.
She’s perplexed at what she sees.
What happened to these boys' clothes?!
And aren’t those HER thongs on their skinny little bodies?!
“I knew I couldn’t trust you boys!” she shouts charging towards them.
“I just bought those!” she says looking at the little white thongs.
The boys freeze in place unsure what to do about the irate woman storming toward them.
Dorothy reaches out to pull Scott’s thong down.
But he leaps away from her in fear making the delicate fabric stretch.
Brad stands where he is holding the soapy sponge too stunned to react.
The thin waist band tears as he pulls away from her.
“Ah!” he cries feeling the fabric pull against his arse and genitals.
Dorothy yanks at it tearing it away completely.
“I let you wash my car and this is how you repay me. Stealing clothes!” she screams.
She grabs at the boy so he can’t run away.
He stumbles against the soapy car, shaking with fear.
“Look at what you did!” she says shaking the torn little outfit.
Scott cowers under her grip embarrassed because of his nudity and scared of her anger. In his frightened state she can easily pull him around like a rag doll.
“I’ve had it with you naughty boys!” she yells.
She throws him down on the car’s soapy bonnet making him yell in surprise.
She holds him down and spanks his arse with her bare hand.
“Ah!” Scott shrieks flattening himself against the car.
His heart beats rapidly feeling her smack his bottom again and again.
Dorothy looks at the torn thong and shakes her head.
“I needed these for the party!” she says.
With renewed anger she slaps his bare ass.
Brad is horrified watching his friend’s humiliation and doesn’t dare to intervene.
Scott buries his head in his arm miserably on the brink of tears.
“You naughty, dirty boy,” Dorothy mutters smacking him harder.
“No please!”
“Owe! But the woman came and made us wear them!” he cries in a cracked adolescent voice.
Very tentatively Brad explains, “We got our clothes dirty.”
“A woman came and made us wear these,” he says with his voice shaking.
Dorothy leaves Scott flat against the car. Brad thinks for a second that she’s going to find the woman in the house.
Instead she comes toward him saying, “How dare you tell tales!”
Without warning she grabs at his thong and yanks it down smartly.
Brad cringes helplessly while she tears the little outfit off him.
He is so shocked that a figure of authority is tearing the little thong off he doesn't even think to react.
Dorothy grabs and twists his ear like he's a little boy.
"Owe!" Brad yelps.
While squeezing his ear, Beverly smacks his bottom.
"No please!" Brad cries shaking with fear and embarrassment.
He falls against the car, his tender penis and balls squashed against the warm metal and his ear stinging from Dorothy's hand.
"I thought St Dunstans was a good school," Dorothy says.
She smacks his arse over and over, ignoring his screaming.
Brad shrinks under the beating feeling like he can't do anything to stop this older woman from doing whatever she wants.
Dorothy spanks his smooth, muscular arse continuously while he wriggles in pain under her grip.
Brad twists around trying to move away from her smacks, but Dorothy pinches his ear harder to hold him in place.
“Owe!” he cries crumpling under the pressure of her grip.
Dorothy spanks him so hard he collapses helplessly against the car.
Brad’s arse starts to sting badly under her heavy slaps.
He thought he could just hold it in and keep quiet, but the humiliation of being spanked in a stranger’s front yard is getting to be too much.
“It’s time you boys learned some RESPECT,” Dorothy shouts.
She confirms everything she says by giving him a firm smack.
“Selfish, lazy little brats...”
Brad whimpers in pain.
“thinking only with your privates!”
She smacks his bottom so hard, a bolt of pain travels all the way up his spine.
He’s choking on his sobs and spluttering, “I’m s-sorry Mrs.”
“You’ll do as I say!” Dorothy orders him.
The sharp sound of bare flesh being smacked can be heard by the whole street.
“And the car STILL isn’t washed,” she says exasperated.
“You’re to finish washing my car!”
Breathlessly Brad nods and says, “Y-yes Mrs.”
Dorothy storms over to pick up the ripped and discarded thong.
The boys stand in place shaking and hoping she won’t come after them again.
“We will,” Scott’s voice is trembling. “We promise.”
Dorothy walks away huffing after the work out she got administering punishment to the young lads.
They are scared to death of crossing her again. They know better than to underestimate older women now.
“What are we going to do?” Brad says rubbing his sore bottom.
“And what about our clothes?” Scott asks worriedly.
“Yeah,” Brad says limping slightly because his arse stings so much.
The boys are so frustrated about their situation and their arses are throbbing so badly that they are on the brink of tears.
They look hopefully at the house, but are frightened that Dorothy might come charging back out to punish them more.
They try to rub life back into their sore bottoms, but they can still feel the pain all the way to the tips of their sensitive young cocks.
“I think we better finish the car,” Scott says.
“Before anyone else sees us out here.”
Brad agrees. He’s never been so humiliated in his life and he just wants to get back to the school.
They painfully lean down to retrieve the sponges.
Their arses are stinging so badly they can’t help but be conscious of their bare bottoms on display every second.
They dismally wonder if their day can get any worse.
The boys bums still feel sore from the hard whacks Dorothy gave them as they keep working on the car.
Brad groans from the throbbing pain in his cheeks as he bends over.
They want to make sure the car is sparkling so they don’t receive anymore punishment.
But being young boys they find it hard to remember to behave themselves even after such a brutal punishment.
Brad flattens himself against the car windows to scrub to roof, feeling his genitals flatten against the glass.
“Hey, look at this!” he says to Scott.
He squashes the tender head of his dick against the window again.
Scott laughs, encouraging Brad to do more tricks.
He rubs his penis up and down over the soapy glass.
“Make sure it’s clean mind you,” he mimics Dorothy’s voice.
He turns around and pretends his arse is a sponge.
Brad doesn’t see why they shouldn’t have a bit of fun and muck around since they are being made to do this stupid chore.
Scott joins in rubbing his dick and balls against the warm metal.
The sensation is strangely pleasurable for him making the pink head of his dick feel more sensitive.
He feels the sun beating down on every inch of his skin giving him a sudden feeling of liberation.
Brad turns around and rubs his arse on the bonnet.
He says in a mock cockney accent, “Want a wax with that Mrs?”
He slides over the metal covering his bottom with soap suds.
Scott imitates him rubbing his bottom over the car.
They chuckle together sliding their sore bums all over it.
It feels hysterically funny wiping their privates all over the lady’s car so they keep doing it while washing it.
Brad can't stop thinking about how that woman grabbed his penis and balls and tucked them in the thong for him.
He imagines one of his classmates like Natalie or Stephanie doing it.
He wonders what would happen if his penis went hard in their hands, right in the open where everyone could see!
Scott is thinking about how that lady so abruptly laid him over the bonnet and started spanking him. He rubs his dick against the slick metal feeling it tingle excitedly.
The boys work faster scrubbing the car all over.
Scott feels the soap slipping down the crack of his arse, right where that woman slapped him with her bare hand.
Their balls are full of sperm, but they don’t know what to do about it.
They just know they like the sensation of rubbing their bare bodies against the car.
Scott feels his soapy cock begin to rise as he lets his throbbing arse slide down the slick surface.
They wonder why they can’t stop thinking about the women stripping them off and disciplining them over and over.
His pink dick hardens and strains for attention.
Being out in the open air makes his genitals feel even more sensitive and prone to unexpected erections.
It feels perverted, but both boys want to keep rubbing their bodies more against the car getting wet all over.
They wonder if the women will come out to touch and spank them again if they see the mess they’ve made of themselves.
Brad rinses the car off, but he decides it isn’t quite clean yet.
Really he just wants an excuse to rub his tender dick over the car again.
Scott’s heart is racing. He feels his dick hardening at the thought of being spanked again by Miss Warburton when she sees how little money they raised.
The sensation of his dick being out in the open with warm soapy water covering it makes him feel light-headed.
He makes a joke of it with Brad rubbing his hard dick and arse against the window.
The boys are confused by how sexually stimulating they find being naked with the threat of being caught out and punished. They bow their heads and continue washing the car feeling like they are on the brink of a new discovery.
"It's very impressive," says Lady Keane admiring Joanne's machine. "I’m frightened of putting it up too high."
"What will happen if I do?"
"I don‘t know," Joanne says innocently. "I think it’ll produce more bubbles."
"Why not try it?" Sheila suggests wickedly.
She smiles excitedly letting her know what an exciting experiment she thinks this is.
David's face turns a deeper shade of red. He doesn't know how much more of this he can endure.
Lady Keane ponders the issue and then shrugs. Why not try it on a higher level?
She increases the speed jumping from level 5 to 8!
The girls look at each other and try to suppress their giggling.
"Oh my!" Lady Keane and Miss Warburton exclaim.
Bubbles pump out of the machine at an incredible rate.
The metal rod speedily whips in and out of David's arse pressing against his prostate.
It makes his dick feel amazingly good. It becomes stiffer than it's ever been in his life.
Lady Keane thinks its a glorious contraption, but Miss Warburton thinks she hears a strange noise coming from somewhere. The girls snicker to themselves.
There seems to be a high-pitched squealing sound emanating from the machine that the ladies can't identify.
David's cock strains from the strain of being powerfully fucked. A drop of precum drips from his little slit.
The urge to ejaculate is so powerful he feels like he's going to explode. But with his legs and hands bound he can't do anything about it!
"It’s very clever," Lady Keane compliments the girls.
"I’m sure it will be most popular."
The girls are brimming with laughter but the ladies suppose it's out of embarrassment over being complimented.
The long metal rod plunging in and out of David's arse becomes too much for him to take and without any physical assistance he ejaculates with tremendous power.
His cum sprays across the floor as if driven out from the machine thrusting powerfully up inside him.
David moans underneath the gag exhilarated by the painful emptying of his balls.
His hard dick rises up uncontrolled and shoots a load of his spunk.
It flies across the floor and drips by the women’s feet.
Each time the machine plunges into his asshole it brings on a fresh wave of cum shooting out of his dick.
The spunk is pouring out of his balls like a faucet.
David moans loudly feeling a final rush of cum shoot out of his dick.
His sensitive dick is sore and dripping with cum after his incredible orgasm.
Hearing David sighing Miss Warburton observes, “It doesn’t sound very good.”
Lady Keane looks at the controls and asks, “Are you sure we’re not overdoing it?”
Suddenly she notices by her feet a strange liquid dripping out from under the machine, “Oh no! I think the machine has a leak.”
Miss Warburton stiffens worrying that the machine is malfunctioning and will embarrass her in front of the school governor.
Tracy and Sheila can’t contain their laughter knowing they must have fucked him so hard that the boy couldn’t control himself any longer.
“I’m sure it’s nothing serious,” Miss Warburton says confidently to the governor.
She bends down, “Let me see what the trouble is.”
“DAVID!!!” she screams yanking back the curtain.
Exhausted and panting, David looks up at his teacher.
He panics and struggles with the ropes binding him to the table.
“What the...?” Miss Warburton begins and then remembers the governor's presence. She grits her teeth and says sternly, “David Wellings come out from there this instant!”
David feels a terrible sense of guilt even though he knows it’s the girls fault. But he’s tied to the table with an incriminating puddle of cum underneath him and can’t do anything to defend himself.
David moans under his gag, desperately wishing he could explain himself.
Miss Warburton gasps seeing the full horror of what David has done. He’s completely naked with the machine somehow attached to him and cum dripping from his little adolescent penis!
“Really! Nice girls shouldn’t see things like this!” Lady Keane says quickly trying to shield their eyes.
But the girls are falling about in fits of laughter and Lady Keane can’t help looking closely at the curious sight herself.
“He has one of the parts up his bottom!” she exclaims in surprise.
Tracy slowly extracts the metal rod still pumping his arse.
Lady Keane curiously looks down at David’s arsehole which has been prised wide open from the continuous fucking.
“Oh my!” she yells realizing what that boy was doing with these young girls’ contraption.
She looks around in confusion. She’s never seen such a debased sight in all her life. And in a school!
“No wonder it malfunctioned!” Joanne cries.
Miss Warburton unties David and makes him crawl out from beneath the machine.
She’s so furious she yanks his arm, forcing him to stand up.
David coughs and splutters while Miss unties the gag. "Good grief David," she says shaking her head.
Joanne looks at the metal rod innocently and complains, “I think it’s broken Miss!”
David is too stunned to respond. His entire body is still shaking from shock.
Joanne wipes a tear from her eye and the girls shake their heads sympathetically.
They look at Miss Warburton sorrowfully letting her know how much trauma this boy has caused them.
Miss shakes her head and puts her hands on her hips in frustration.
“That’s all we need on top of everything else,” she says angrily.
The girls chuckle with satisfaction.
David is still trembling from being fucked so powerfully by the machine he can’t respond.
"You're a disgrace to the school!” Miss Warburton exclaims in disgust.
They all look down at David’s dripping limp penis.
David chokes back a sob and doesn’t see how he can excuse what he did all over the floor.
“There are words for dirty little boys like you,” Miss Warburton says haughtily.
“You're a complete disgusting little pervert!!” David winces at her words like she's slapped him in the face.
“Just look at you! What are we going to do with you?”
The girls laugh at Miss Warburton chastising the boy.
He looks so ridiculous standing there with his cock still dripping after he sprayed his goo all over the floor.
“You’re a complete mess!” she exclaims.
“Look at how dirty you are!” she gestures at his dick causing a fresh round of giggles from the girls.
Miss can’t believe this is happening and with the governor here watching!
Miss can’t think what to do but get this boy cleaned up.
David stands there helplessly wanting to cover himself up, but afraid of angering Miss Warburton any further.
She kneels down and grabs his penis.
David stiffens feeling the teacher touch his privates.
Miss Warburton pulls the foreskin back and wipes the cum still dribbling from his little pink head.
She tuts at him while working and says, “What a mess.”
“Now I’m going to teach you a lesson,” she shouts in his face.
Miss Warburton is mindful of the way Mr Martin criticized her earlier. She certainly doesn’t want to let the governor have the impression she’s lax about school rules.
“This is for damaging school property,” she says raising her hand.
David cringes lying over her lap.
“Owe!” he cries feeling her smack his already sore bum.
The girls are immensely pleased to see this arrogant boy get exactly what he deserves.
“Filthy boy!” Miss Warburton cries bringing her hand down harder on his big round rump.
Smack!
David chokes and sobs. His arse is burning from the fucking he got from the machine and Miss Warburton’s slaps are making it hurt ten times worse!
“Stop!” he cries trying to shield his arse.
Miss ignores his pleading and carries on hitting his cheeks hard.
“We take discipline very seriously at this school,” she explains to the school governor.
“Yes, quite right,” Lady Keane nods. “Shameful disgusting boy.”
His arse is stinging so badly David’s entire body has begun to shake.
Miss Warburton is determined to spank him until he really understands what a filthy boy he is.
“That’ll teach you not to mess with girls,” Tracy thinks staring at the sobbing boy.
Miss Warburton allows David to get up but he feels like he can hardly stand his backside burns so badly.
Lady Keane observes that his excited penis has shrunk considerably and now hangs between his legs like a little deflated balloon.
Miss Warburton makes him stand up straight like a proper little boy.
“It’s quite obvious this lesson is too good for the likes of you,” she says to him.
“Go to see Mr Nicholas!”
“Perhaps he can find some use for you in the school slave auction.”
Miss Warburton turns away like she can’t stand the sight of him any longer.
David shrinks hearing the girls laughing all around him and watching him walk away in shame.
The girls are going to remember the look on his face when the machine thrust up inside him for years. Lady Keane is impressed with the way things are handled at this school and she decides to come for visits more often.
Miss Warburton can’t help chuckling to herself watching the pathetic boy scurry away with his bum shining bright pink.
Anna, Natalie and Charlotte are strolling down the pavement toward Dorothy's house. They've been looking forward to this party for the past few weeks.
The boys continue scrubbing the car, feeling the warm soapy water drying on their skin under the hot sun.
The women are laughing and chatting rapidly. It's a gorgeous day and they feel up for almost anything.
Scott spots them coming down the road and freezes. Every time a stranger has walked by he's got a sharp pain in his gut and he starts trembling all over again.
"I hear Dorothy's gone all out this time," Natalie says excitedly. "Why, I even heard we're going to try a..."
She stops mid-sentence seeing the two naked boys in Dorothy's driveway.
Scott clutches his dick and balls seeing all three women staring intently at him. He wants to dash to the back of the car, but is frozen in place.
"Look at this!" Anna exclaims.
"She never told us about this," Natalie remarks to the other women.
Brad turns and is surprised by the three women coming toward him.
He can't believe who it is! Where did they come from?!
"Isn’t that Brad Wilson?" Charlotte says.
"He’s my paper boy!!!" Natalie bursts out in delight.
The women fall into fits of laughter at the unexpected display.
The boys clutch their privates wanting to explain themselves, run away or do something! But with their nerves worn raw they can only remain standing in place.
"My god Dorothy’s a dark horse, isn’t she?!" Anna giggles.
This is too good an opportunity to pass up. The women have to take a closer look at these sexy young men.
Brad's heart starts thumping madly. He looks down shyly away from the women from his neighbourhood.
"Not making enough money from the paper round?" Anna teases him.
"Er... hello Mrs Edwards," he mutters.
"Don’t hide yourselves!" Natalie says loudly.
She comes toward him adding, "I’m sure Mrs Travers wants you to put on a good show for us."
Brad watches the women prowling around him like a pack of wild animals ready to devour him.
He can't think how to respond. Should he do what they say? Should he run away even though he doesn't have any clothes?
Natalie lays her hand on his arm sensing he's so scared that she could fling his hands away from his groin using the lightest touch.
"You've grown an inch or two since last I saw you," she says sliding her hand over him.
"An Ann Summers party is one thing but naked cleaners!" Anna says impressed.
"We're... um... raising money for the... um..." Brad splutters. He somehow can't get the words out.
The women circle around him, breathing down his back and running their eyes all over his naked body.
"I always heard rumours about this street!" Natalie says ignoring his mumbling.
She squeezes his firm muscular arse cheeks causing Brad to jump a little.
He doesn't know how he'll ever be able to show his face on his street again after today. These women often chat with his mother and all the other women in his neighbourhood. Now the whole world is going to know about this!
Mathew and Michael are hurrying back to St Dunstan's hoping they won't be late for the charity slave auction.
"Your hair looks wicked," Michael says. "Did you get it done today?" "Yeah, I want to make a good impression for the mums," Mathew replies.
"And Miss Warburton said that as representatives of the St Dunstan's Boys Choir we should be on top form," he adds. "Every little bit helps if we're going to raise enough money for a new school van."
The boys have been practicing and planning out songs they can sing at the auction for 10p a piece.
They are mindful of St Dunstan's respectable history and high expectations. They don't want to let the school down.
Brad feels deeply ashamed because there is a tingling sensation in his cock feeling the women touch and look over his naked body so freely.
"Come here boys," Natalie says running her hand over the curve of his arse.
Scott clutches harder at his privates being grabbed by the flirtatious woman.
She pulls him toward her letting him know that he's not allowed to question her.
"You boys act as if you've never been touched by a woman before," she says stroking his bare arm.
"Do you think they could be virgins?" Anna asks. Natalie pulls Brad's hands away from his penis and balls.
"It doesn't look like it's got much use yet," Natalie guesses making the women survey his young penis themselves.
Brad is terrified hearing them talk about his body so frankly. He nervously looks at their ample breasts unable to help his curiosity.
"You mean no use except from his own fist!" Anna laughs.
Brad stiffens as if these women can read his innermost thoughts and memories of masturbating late at night alone in his bed.
Natalie runs her finger down his body, enjoying his muscular torso and dangling little package.
"What do you think of my naked boys?" Dorothy chuckles seeing her friends have already become acquainted with them.
"Dorothy you dirty old woman!" Anna calls out to her.
Dorothy laughs feeling a tinge of pride.
"It's for charity mind you," Dorothy waves her hand.
"Actually they’re only supposed to wash the car," she adds offering the women a drink. "But I thought this would be a nice surprise."
The boys cringe feeling like they've been manipulated this whole time.
The women laugh and lift their glasses. Dorothy hasn't even brought so much as a glass of water for the boys even though they have been toiling in the hot Sun all day.
"Cheers ladies," Natalie says.
"Here's hoping for an... interesting party," she slides her finger down Brad's chest.
Brad doesn't know how to feel. Only moments ago he was wondering what it would be like being caught out again by the ladies, but now he wants to put on his uniform and run back to school.
"We were just discussing whether these boys had learned yet about the birds and the bees."
Dorothy chuckles while looking the boys over like she was wondering exactly the same thing. The boys are terrified and think they have to get away from these women's hungry eyes and wandering hands.
"Non-alcoholic fruit punch?!" Alice says disappointed.
She doesn't understand why school rules won't allow anything more. They'd obviously make more money if the drinks had something extra.
"Pathetic isn’t it?" Emily sighs.
"They won’t get much of a kick out of this."
She shrugs and pours more juice into the bowl.
"I’ve just thought," Alice gets a wicked glint in her eyes.
Emily giggles wondering what her friend is up to now.
Alice looks around to make sure it's clear and pulls a bottle out of her bag.
"What’s that?"
"Spanish Fly," Alice says flashing the bottle.
"It makes you all hot and warm."
"Hot and warm?"
"Yeah... you know, down there."
"Ooh. Let’s try some," Emily grabs it.
She tips it back taking a big swig.
She coughs feeling the vile liquid slide down her throat.
"Urrgh! They’ll never drink that."
Alice shrugs and pours the entire bottle in anyway.
"Can’t you disguise it with something?"
Alice pulls out another bottle from her bag.
"Vodka?!"
"I swiped it from my parents," Alice says.
"But won't it taste..."
"Oh you can’t taste it in fruit juice," Alice says pouring it in.
She tries to measure some out, but then shrugs and pours it all in.
She's never understood which percentage of what you're supposed to use when mixing cocktails.
Dorothy feels proud that she can show off these naked boys to her friends.
After giving them another look over she says to the ladies, "The party’s on the patio."
Natalie hopes that these boys aren't going to be wasted and left out here!
"Aren’t they coming?" she asks tightening her grip around Scott.
Brad looks around in confusion. He doesn't know if it would be better to stay out here in the open or take their chances with the ladies' weird party.
Stephanie smiles and replies, "I thought we could use them later."
The women laugh and stream past the boys.
They nervously cover their genitals again and wonder what the women will expect of them later.
Brad wants to ask if they could have something to cover themselves in the meantime, but he doesn't dare to in case they make him wear another little ridiculous outfit.
The stress from remaining out here naked is driving them crazy. They wonder if there is some way that they can just sneak away and escape.
But there is also a little curiosity at the back of their minds asking - what are they going to do with us? It makes them tremble to think about it and Brad's bottom lip starts to go.
Emily decides that if they are going to spice things up for the mums, then they should make it extra fun for them.
"If we’re doing that let’s go the whole hog," she says.
"What do you mean?" Alice asks.
Emily smiles mysteriously and takes out a packet filled with bright pills.
Alice recognizes what they are from the time that officer came into the school and warned them about the dangers of drugs. He showed them examples of different kinds that had been confiscated in drug busts.
"You’re joking aren’t you?" Alice says astonished.
"Why not?" Emily reasons. "We want everyone to have a good time and bid lots, right?"
She pours the whole packet into the bowl of punch.
Alice laughs and looks around to make sure no one can see.
"How much is that?" Alice whispers hurriedly.
"It's enough ecstasy for a herd of elephants!" Emily says proudly.
"How do you afford it?" Alice asks. "I nicked them off my brother!" Emily giggles.
The girls laugh conspiratorially thinking these parents will have no idea what hit them.
They pour the rest of the juice in to make sure it doesn’t look suspicious.
Alice stirs it vigorously watching the little pills dissolve in the dark liquid.
Mr Martin is pleased that all the students seem to be pitching in. “How is the punch coming along ladies?” he asks.
“Very well sir,” Alice smiles sweetly. Mr Martin feels proud thinking, “I was right. A little discipline and these kids fall into line.”
“Excellent,” Mr Martin nods seeing everything is in order.
He begins saying, “Make sure there is enough for...”
But he is interrupted by Alice who screams in surprise.
He turns to see what she’s looking at, but is so astonished by what he sees he blinks not believing his eyes.
Alice laughs hysterically making everyone turn to see what’s going on.
David limps awkwardly into the room clutching his penis and rubbing his sore bottom. It still aches horribly from the fucking the machine gave him and makes him walk awkwardly.
“What is happening at this school?!?” Mr Martin wonders.
The boys and girls recognize it’s that pervert David Wellings who notoriously wanked in front of an entire classroom! Now he’s running around the school naked! Michael is absolutely horrified and quickly gestures to Mathew.
Seeing someone stumbling about completely naked makes the choir boys feel like the world has been completely turned upside down.
David hears the mocking laughter again and feels newly crushed because it's not his fault that he was ordered to come here without any clothes.
Mr Martin is astonished at the sight and is incredibly angry that this disgusting brat is spoiling his well ordered school.
“What do you think you‘re doing young man?!” he yells.
David chokes on a sob and goes red. He can’t even begin to explain the humiliation he’s gone through and doesn’t know how to defend himself.
“What is so funny ladies?” Mr Martin screams at the girls. Of course, instead of making them feel guilty his words double their laughter.
“I don’t have time to deal with this disgrace now!” Mr Martin says exasperated.
From the way David is being treated, Michael and Mathew understand that anyone who would allow their flesh to be exposed completely like this deserves nothing less.
David clutches his penis and balls afraid of being mocked more by his classmates.
“I have to finish preparing everything before the mothers get here. Help him and the other boys get ready back stage, will you?” Mr Martin instructs the girls.
He has too much on his mind to deal with this warped boy right now so he passes them off to the other students.
"Certainly sir!" Alice calls out. The girls are glad to take control of him. They’ve never been left in charge of a naked boy before!
David tries hard to stop himself from breaking down in tears while being led away between the girls.
He’s become very docile after the treatment he’s received today and doesn’t feel like he’s allowed to object to anything he’s ordered to do.
Mr Martin wonders if this calamity is a result of Miss Warburton’s lack of authority again. He resolves to have a stern word with her again.
The choir boys are speechless. Just being a witness to the shocking sight has made them feel dirty and want to run home to scrub themselves clean.
Feeling like they have no other option the boys have gone back to washing the lady’s car.
“Scott?” Brad asks tentatively.
“Yes?”
“I think we’ve nearly finished...” he swallows nervously and continues, “Go and ask the woman for our clothes back.”
Scott shivers at the idea of intruding upon those ladies’ mysterious party. “In a minute. We’ll both go.”
“You do the talking,” Brad pleads. “I can’t let those women see me again. I’ve got to do my paper-round in the morning.”
“Can’t I wait here and you talk to the lady?” Brad pleads. “I’m the one who still has to face these women every day.”
“I’m not going in there alone!” Scott objects fearfully.
He notices that yet more people are coming down the street who will probably gawk at him.
Then he realizes that it’s not just anyone! It’s their classmates Katey and Tabatha!
“Ah! No!” he cries feeling like he‘s going to be sick.
The girls are chattering away about the stupid teachers at school and which boys in their class are the cutest.
Scott squats behind the car. Being made to strip off was humiliating enough! But knowing that his actual friends might see him or know about this makes him feel like he’s been punched in the stomach.
"What?" Brad turns to see what he’s making a fuss over and catches sight of the girls approaching the house.
“Think this place has any dogs we can offer to walk?” Tabatha asks. "Sure, we might as well try," Katey replies.
Brad freezes like someone has just slapped him hard.
"Ah!" he yelps leaping into action and scurrying around the car with his heart thumping wildly.
The girls strut up to the house swinging their dog leashes.
Brad rushes around the car clutching his dick and balls and nearly tripping in his frenzy to hide himself.
The girls see a flash of male flesh in the corner of their eyes.
The girls turn and look. “Oh is that Brad and Scott?” The boys shrink further behind the bonnet of the car.
“Oh my god! Katey, has Brad got his shirt off?” Tabatha whispers to her and strains to see over the bonnet of the car.
“Let’s go see!” Katey says boldly. Tabatha laughs shyly. “Come on! I dare you!” Katey encourages her.
"Go away!" Brad says crouching down. The girls can’t believe their eyes. It seems like they aren't only shirtless but how can that be?!
“What are you doing!?” Tabatha asks curiously looking to make sure that they really aren't wearing any pants either. “It’s the mad woman who lives here,” Brad whispers desperately. “She’s taken our clothes off us.”
“I hope she’s paying more than 50p. This is priceless!” the girls laugh hysterically. They never dreamed that they’d find the boys here completely naked!
“This isn’t funny,” Brad croaks in his squeaky adolescent voice. But this makes the girls only laugh harder.
The girls think it’s the greatest trick anyone has ever played on a pair of boys. The two of them look so ridiculous huddled behind the car trying to cover their privates.
“Let’s have a look at you,” Katey teases them.
“Keep away!” Brad cries desperately covering his crotch.
“Go back to school,” Brad pleads. “We’ll meet you there later.”
“No way!” Tabatha says still unable to believe her eyes.
“Are they like totally naked?" she asks. "For real?"
“I think so,” Katey reassures her more naive friend. “But we ought to check to make sure.”
"Come on and show us," Katey encourages them thinking this situation is hysterical. “Will you?” Tabatha asks curiously.
“No. Shut up!” the boys whine unable to take the girls standing over them and trying to get a peek under their hands.
“Are you afraid?” Katey teases them.
“Show us em!” Tabatha squeals grabbing at them. “Show us your willies!”
The boys leap up and scramble away from her hands. She reaches out to take a little pinch at Brad’s arse.
“We’re going to get you!” Katey screams and laughs at their cute bottoms pumping as they try to escape.
The girls reach out and race after them.
The boys hearts are racing as they dash to get away but there is nowhere for them to escape unless they run out into the open street!
The girls scream and laugh wildly chasing them around the car.
“Get them!” Katey squeals.
The girls are laughing so hard they can barely keep running.
Tabatha grabs for the garden hose.
They both aim it at the boys and shoot, astonished at seeing them completely naked.
The cold water makes the boys raise their arms protectively and cry out in shock.
“Ha! We see your willies!” the girls chant nearly in tears they’re laughing so hard.
The boys cringe under the cold spray of water and try to turn away.
“Stop it! Please!” they cry feeling their genitals shrink under the cold water and the girls' stares.
The girls whoop and wave the hose soaking them completely.
“Stop it! We’ll all get in trouble!” Brad pleads.
They hold up their hands against the girls’ assault, hating what a vulnerable position they're in.
Finally they turn the hose off and take a good look at the dripping, breathless boys.
“If only the other girls could see this,” Katey smiles.
“It’s not funny,” Brad says shivering feeling the cold water covering every part of his body.
They stop and take a really good look at them for the first time.
Brad sees that the girls are distracted staring at their naked bodies and takes his chance.
He grabs for the hose where Katey has dropped it.
He feels a rush of power raising the hose up to spray them back.
The girls give high-pitched screams and dash away.
They try to shield themselves from the spray of water, but Tabatha can’t help still trying to get a peek at their penises again.
Brad laughs seeing they’re the ones cringing now.
Tabatha giggles unafraid of the water. Having never seen a naked man before, she’s intensely curious to just stare at their bodies for hours upon hours.
Scott takes the hose and sprays the girls as hard as he can.
“No!” Tabatha screams getting sprayed in the face and her shirt drenched.
“Say you’re sorry!” Scott commands them showering them with the hose.
The boys laugh, quickly finding the situation more natural.
"We’re sorry!" Tabatha screams.
“Oh hello!” Miss Warburton greets the first mum. “Thank you so much for coming to our slave auction.”
Mrs Jackson smiles and shakes her hand.
“I hope you’ve brought your cheque book!” Miss Warburton adds and then laughs falsely.
“Er yes,” she says. “Happy to help.”
“Good to meet you,” Mr Martin says equally full of false charm. “There’s complimentary fruit punch on the table over there.”
“Mathew and Michael have a cloakroom for your coats.”
Mrs Jackson is very pleased by the sight of this new teacher. She thinks she needs to visit her children’s school more often.
“Hello!” they continue shaking the mums' hands. "Thank you for coming.”
Scott drops the hose and the girls giggle feeling themselves dripping all over.
Suddenly conscious of their nudity again, the boys cover themselves in embarrassment.
Tabatha comes toward them curious to see them naked closer up.
"Let's call it a truce, yeah?" Brad says nervously seeing the girls creeping toward them.
Tabatha can't help her eyes from being drawn down the boys' bodies examining the bunches of hair and muscles.
The boys feel even more self conscious being naked beside these girls who they've fancied, but haven't been able to admit it.
"Okay," Tabatha says smiling. "No more fighting."
Alice starts filling glasses with punch seeing the mums coming in.
The pills and booze seem to have blended completely with the fruit juice.
“Fruit punch?” Alice offers.
“Oh yes,” Mrs Jackson says. “Thank you.”
“Punch?” Emily offers sweetly.
“Thank you. Two glasses please,” Mrs Lancashire says.
The girls quickly fill more for them.
“Knock it back,” Emily encourages them.
The ladies eagerly drink.
“Mmmm. Lovely punch,” Mrs Jackson says.
“We made it ourselves,” Emily smiles proudly.
Mrs Jackson takes another large sip.
“Delicious flavour,” adds Mrs Lancashire.
The girls laugh devilishly.
The ladies quickly finish their first glasses.
“Top up?” Alice asks brightly.
“Yes dear, thank you.” Mrs Jackson says.
Alice wonders how much it will take for these women to get wasted on the spiked punch.
She fills the glass more than she did at first.
"It has a curious tangy flavour," observes Mrs Lancashire.
"But very agreeable," she concludes. She swirls the punch in her glass and suddenly feels very thirsty.
After handing the mums fresh full glasses of punch she asks coyly, "What sort of ‘slave’ are you looking to buy?"
She glances at Emily who smiles conspiratorially.
“I need someone to cut the verge around my front lawn,” Mrs Atkins says. The ladies nod in agreement at the good idea.
That’s not the sort of thing Emily and Alice thought the women would have in mind.
“I could do with a couple of boys to help with the shopping,” Mrs Lancashire says thoughtfully.
“But you can tell them to do ANYTHING,” Emily says meaningfully.
The women snicker nervously. Surely the boys on auction aren’t expected to do anything the women ask, are they?
“They are slaves after all,” Alice says simply.
“That’s true,” the women laugh together. Why not come up with some more fun ideas?
“AND you want to get your money’s worth!”
“Oh you’re right there!” Mrs Atkins chuckles already feeling slightly intoxicated.
Emily and Alice giggle together seeing their special drink really is having an effect on these normally prim mothers.
The women’s imaginations start to go wild as they tip back more of the spiked punch.
“Oh thank you so much for coming to our slave auction,” Miss Warburton says greeting the women who seem to be flooding into the hall now.
Mrs Joint smiles politely and shakes her hand, highly intrigued by the idea of boys up for auction.
“I hope you’ve brought your cheque book!” Miss Warburton laughs falsely, starting to sound like a broken record.
She is beaming at anyone in sight and is surprised when Emily comes up behind her.
“Miss Warburton I brought you some punch,” Emily says sweetly.
“Thank you Emily!”
“My mouth is getting a bit dry from saying ‘hello’ so many times,” she chuckles.
“This’ll pick you up,” she says in a chirpy voice. "The mums all love it."
She gratefully takes the glass.
“I’m so glad,” Miss Warburton says. “You girls are doing a marvellous job.”
She’s felt flustered ever since the episode with David Wellings and the governor.
This is her chance to prove how competent she can be to Mr Martin. She takes a large sip of the punch trying to relax herself.
“Don’t worry,” Emily says as if sensing her teacher’s stress. “This is going to be fun.”
The liquid easily slides down her throat and makes her instantly feel more at ease. “Yes, I think you’re right Emily,” she agrees.
Her heart flutters as she takes a bigger drink from the cup, feeling her nerves toughen and her fear melt away.
The boys and girls are breathless after their water fight. Tabatha shyly approaches the boys and says, “I just can’t believe this.”
“You’d better be careful,” Brad says anxiously. “If the woman who lives here sees you like that...”
“She’ll have your clothes off you too!” Scott pipes up.
“She’s only through there,” Brad points out.
They can hear the sound of high-pitched laughter and lots of excited talk coming over the garden wall.
“She’s having a party,” Brad explains.
The girls are a little nervous about the situation and the danger of being caught, but they also find it exciting.
The sight of these naked boys cowering in the open air is too exciting to run away now. They want to explore.
“I’ve never seen a naked boy in real life before,” Tabatha says nervously.
“Oh?” Brad says equally nervous watching her look at every part of his body, knowing she’s storing it away as her idea of what a naked boy is.
Tabatha timidly looks at him, daring herself to drop her gaze below his muscular stomach to the big patch of dark hair and his penis and balls hanging there.
“Can we have a look?” Katey asks knowing Tabatha won‘t have the guts to ask herself.
Brad and Scott feel a rush of excitement seeing the girls anxious to sample their bodies.
“S’pose,” Brad finally mumbles.
Tabatha heart is pounding as she approaches him to touch his bare, soft skin for the first time.
It feels strange to her how much more she can feel the hard muscle just under the skin, unlike on a woman’s body.
The boys are excited by the girls’ interest in their bodies. They’ve never been in a situation to see what girls really think and feel about their bodies before. “Go on,” Brad says.
Katey loves that she has the control over these boys who are thrown off guard by being completely naked while they get to keep their clothes on.
She experimentally runs her hand down between Scott’s pecs feeling a faint line of hair there travelling down his body.
Tabatha brushes her fingers over Brad’s dark pink nipple, finding it strange how the little bud of flesh hardens under her touch.
The girls grow more daring, getting closer to the boys and letting their hands fall down below their waists.
The girls tentatively explore the boys’ young bodies, growing increasingly bolder and letting themselves get closer.
“Doesn’t it hurt having these things hanging here all the time?” Katey asks.
“No,” Brad says quietly.
The boys freeze in place feeling the girls wrap their fingers around their cocks. They’ve never been touched by someone so intimately before.
They feel a surge of excitement being touched by the girls out in the open like this. During many late nights in their bedrooms they've imagined girls handling their dicks in this way.
But having this really happen out in the open now where anyone can see makes it much more exciting than anything they could have dreamed.
Tabatha still can’t really believe this is happening. Scott’s penis and balls are right in front of her eyes!
The girls gently stroke their dicks, feeling how the loose skin is pulled over the boys’ tender heads.
Leaning against each other while girls are playing with their dicks and balls, the lads feel that this is the kind of incredible thing adults must get to do all the time.
The girls find it endlessly fascinating examining how the boys’ penises work and how the heavy balls hang below them.
The boys tremble feeling themselves losing control of their bodies, their dicks hardening in the girls‘ soft hands.
Feeling her caress his dick and taking such pleasure in it is the most incredible sensation ever. He excitedly imagines ejaculating all over this lady's front yard.
Tabatha thinks it’s strange and exciting how stiff his dick has become, just from a little touching!
Tabatha looks back and forth between the boys’ penises curious to see how they work.
Brad feels his dick stiffening and becoming burning hot, desperately wanting to see his cum drip down Tabatha's smiling face.
But Tabatha takes her time exploring how the hard muscle works and enjoying the feel of his silky skin.
She squeezes it and instinctively strokes it up and down.
Brad waits tensely getting that familiar feeling before he comes. What will it feel like to ejaculate right here, in front of everyone, in front of his school friends?!
“It’s gone really warm.”
She strokes it and looks closely seeing how there is a little slit at the end of it.
She giggles while testing how it springs up on its own and how soft the full head of his cock is.
“It feels funny doesn’t it,” Katey says.
“I thought it would be more like a hose,” Tabatha giggles.
Brad is going crazy feeling her manipulate his dick. It feels so good that he doesn’t want it to stop.
Tabatha plays with the hard balls in his loose sack wondering how it all works.
“Has yours gone really stiff too?” Katey asks.
“Yeah,” Tabatha giggles.
Scott imagines how great it will be bragging to all the guys at St Dunstan's that they creamed all over Katey and Tabatha. They'll be the envy of the school.
Scott’s dick swells in Katey’s hand as she strokes it.
The boys begin sweating feeling the cum churning in their balls aching for release.
They can’t believe they are doing this out here in the open. Anyone could walk by and see them. Anything could happen!
The boys’ dicks are on edge, on the brink of explosion.
The girls continue slowly caressing and examining them, unknowingly prolonging the boys’ pleasure.
If they weren't so timid they'd grab the girls' heads and slam their dicks into their warm mouths like they've seen in porn mags. But letting the girls fondle & control them...
is a hundred times better.
Tabatha squeezes it right at the root seeing how the head expands and tightens.
The boys are totally in their control and unable to move.
She’s seen some pictures of boys’ penises when they get hard like this, but she never knew what it was like to actually touch one and feel it alive in her hand.
Scott is frightened that he can’t control when he's going to ejaculate.
They are so wrapped up in the excitement they barely notice the voices of the women in the garden getting louder.
Dorothy opens the garden gate. She's eagerly chatting to her guests.
On the bring of coming Scott notices her and feels a sharp wave of panic run through his body.
Dizzy with the desire to come, Scott can only stand there feeling a raw sense of fear.
The girls are stroking the boys' hard penises feeling that they are on the brink of making them ejaculate like in the biology class demonstration.
“Shit!” Scott says seeing Dorothy coming from the garden.
Tabatha sees the look of absolute horror on his face.
It’s that woman that they were talking about earlier!
The boys said that they made them strip off their clothes after they got them all wet.
What if they were right and she is going to take their clothes too after seeing that they soaked them in the water fight?! "…I’ll get some ice too," Dorothy calls back to her guests.
The girls quickly dash away while crouching down so she won’t see them.
Tabatha giggles while escaping, high off the excitement of touching Brad’s cock.
The boys are so overcome with fear that they can only gape at Dorothy even though they know they should run as well.
The laughing girls get away before Dorothy notices them.
They stand there self consciously with their big hard-ons on guilty display.
“Oh!” Dorothy cries in astonishment.
The boys look around wildly wondering what they should do, thinking in their minds how they should run away or do something, but find they are unable to move.
“Oh,” she exclaims again surveying the carnage of sponges and buckets laying around everywhere and everything sprayed with water.
And worst of all these boys have become aroused right on her front lawn!
“You disgusting filthy creatures!” she shouts at them.
There is no way that they can respond or explain themselves, trapped out in the open with big erections.
“Brad!” Natalie shouts in mock reproach.
Brad jumps at the sight of his neighbour.
Natalie is totally overcome seeing her paperboy naked and erect before her.
The boys wait frozen in place with their erections painfully pointing out, not knowing what to do now that the ladies have caught them.
“Do they have erections? Oh delicious!” Charlotte exclaims.
They prowl around the boys looking them up and down, mesmerized by the young boys’ stiff dicks.
It’s been a while since Dorothy’s seen such fit young lads aroused. "They’re so easily excited!" she muses.
The boys feel a sense of claustrophobia seeing the women circle around them.
They can’t control their dicks from straining up while the women gaze at them hungrily.
“Wait until I tell your mother!” Natalie says knowing how much it will embarrass the boy.
A feeling of shock runs through Brad’s body hearing her threat.
There’s nothing he can do standing there guiltily with a big erection that everyone can see.
The women laugh hard and freely stare at them, completely crushing them.
Their pulse races as the women walk around them making them feel trapped.
Scott feels small and powerless next to the experienced looking lady strutting around his body like she owns him.
Natalie lays her hands on his bare sweating skin. He's shaking like a leaf under her touch.
“Mum,” Stephanie says. “You know what I’m thinking?”
“Yes!” Anna insists, knowing exactly what Stephanie's suggesting.
"Dorothy it’s a shame not to use them now they’re like this!”
“They’re supposed to be cleaning my car,” Dorothy says.
“Bob-a-job wasn’t it?”
The stunned boys can only nod slightly.
“I thought so,” Stephanie says. “Instead of cleaning the car...”
“Have you ever heard of Ann Summers?” she says reaching to grab Brad’s hand. The boys can't answer.
“Miss Warburton said if we raise enough money they’ll be able to afford the new Clay Aiken song book for the choir too!” Michael says excitedly.
“That’s awesome! We’ll sing till our throats hurt!” Mathew exclaims.
“Hello boys!” The women say with slightly slurred voices.
They press their jackets against them and say, “Thank you!”
The boys are slightly taken off guard by the lady’s question if they’ll be slaves. They never thought they’d actually be labelled slaves. It makes them feel uncomfortable.
“Because I’ve got a very big cheque book for the right kind of boy,” Mrs Lancashire assures him.
“Err yes,” Mathew says remembering his conviction to raise as much money as possible. “We’re in the school choir.”
“We’re singing hymns at 10p each,” Michael says.
“Oh is that all?” Mrs Atkins says drunkenly, a note louder than her normal tone of voice.
“I’m sure you have more talents than that,” she leans into him making Michael feel a little uncomfortable.
“We mums can be quite demanding you know,” Mrs Jackson informs them.
The boys find the ladies' manner very unsettling, but they wouldn’t dare do anything to contradict adults.
“Choirboys?” Mrs Lancashire asks intrigued.
The boys try to smile, but are only able to vaguely nod.
“Are there things you can do with your mouths other than singing?” she says suggestively.
The boys stare at her in confusion. What does she mean by THAT? What kind of things?
The women burst out laughing like Mrs Lancashire just made a joke.
The boys try to smile and laugh along like they get the joke.
“They can start with me!” Mrs Jackson says making the women laugh harder.
Mrs Atkins licks her lips and stares Michael in the face challengingly.
The women stare lasciviously to see how the boy reacts.
Michael looks to his friend for a witty retort but both are struck dumb with embarrassment.
"Oh thank you so much for coming to our slaveboy auction." Miss Warburton greets the last Mum warmly,
"There are some stunning boys to choose from." she adds enthusiastically,
The lady is a little taken aback by the teacher's forwardness. Miss Warburton still hasn't let go of her hand.
"I hope you find something you fancy."
Miss Warburton continues as if the 2 women are dear old friends.
“I know we're in for one hell of an evening tonight!"
"That red top really really suits her." thinks Miss Warburton as the lady goes to join the other mums.
"Do you know," she thinks "Mr Martin is SO DAMNED ATTRACTIVE"
He turns to see Miss Warburton lusting after him.
Miss Warburton laughs vivaciously.
“Miss Warburton". Alice has brought the teacher yet another cupful of her special punch.
The teacher is elated. It's as if Alice has read her mind and brought her the one thing she wants right now more than anything else.
"Oh thank you darling" she gushes. Miss Warburton just can't believe how wonderful everyone is being tonight.
Alice and Emily are really such good girls.
“The punch is certainly going down well with the ladies." Alice remarks.
Miss Warburton doesn't wait a second to gulp down the punch.
She seems so thirsty and surmises it must be all the talking she's been doing.
She can barely take her lips away from the drink...
...it's like nectar, Ambrosia and Mother's milk.
"Look, I've got football training to sort out." says Mr Martin, "It looks like it's all going swimmingly here."
Miss Warburton can't imagine anything worse right now that Mr Martin leaving and puts on a pouty face to try and change his mind.
“Oh Tony!
How can we have a slave auction without you?!"
"Karen?" Mr Martin replies.
"The boys are going to be too nervous." she begins,
"They need a MAN to show them how to do it."
"You think so?" replies Mr Martin, flattered by Miss Warburton's approach, "I don't know it it's appropriate."
"Certainly it is!" counters Miss Warburton,
"We need to raise a lot of money." she continues,
"I'm sure I'll get a high price for you." Mr Martin smiles at her sweet-talking.
The women cluster around the trembling boys and escort them into the garden. "Heard of Ann Summers?" Stephanie asks Brad.
Brad tightens his lips and shakes his head ruefully. He wonders if this is woman he should know. The boys see out of the corner of their eyes a table full of strange objects.
"These youngsters obviously need some restraint on their naughty bits," Stephanie says grabbing Brad's semi-hard dick.
"Oh yes!" The women laugh in delight seeing Brad looking thoroughly uncomfortable with the way she's handling him.
Brad's sense of guilt increases as the women leer at his naked body with their ravenous smiling eyes. He feels dirty and ashamed for getting an erection earlier.
Dorothy suddenly reaches forward as if she is the one who is going to do the restraining herself!
Scott recoils in fear, but Dorothy insists "Let me see that you dirty little boy."
Scott obediently stands in place letting the lady stroke his engorged cock, the terror about being so publicly fondled makes his desire to ejaculateincrease.
The boys breathe slowly seeing her eyes dart back and forth between their cocks,practically salivating at the sight.
The ladies' manner is so different from the hesitant but curious attitude of the girls.They are knowledgeable and openly sexual, as if they could devour them.
“What do you think we should use for the blonde one ladies?” Stephanie asks staring him right in the eyes.
Brad tensely wonders what these things are for. He doesn’t like the look of them.
Stephanie playfully runs her fingers over them.
“Cock ring? Gates of hell?” she asks.
“What about the nice new glans hamper?” Dorothy suggests. The boys bristle with fear, the blood rushing to their heads in alarm.
The ladies laugh excitedly unable to decide.
“Impressionable young boys need something firm to really teach them how to control themselves,” Stephanie says.
“Come on Natalie, he’s your paper boy,” Anna says. “You decide!” “I think a cockring,” Natalie grins wickedly.
Stephanie chooses a studded little leather ring from the table. Scott breaksout in a cold sweat seeing the strange device and is even more aware of his sensitive vulnerably pretruding penis.
“This is for your own good,” Natalie says to Brad. He wonders if he should run away, but he's not entirely sure he wants to.
“I think you should put it on as you know him,” Stephanie holds out the cock strap to Natalie.
Anna and Charlotte instantly pipe up, “Oh yes! Go on Natalie!”
“Oh alright then,” she says getting up not needing much pressure from the other girls.
Brad trembles watching her kneel down in front of his cock and balls. He doesn’t understand what she’s about to do to him.
Natalie eyes his perfect young penis close up seeing how the tender pink tip is still exposed.
Brad stiffens as she freely handles his bits. He sees this woman almost every day in his neighbourhood!
"Oh it’s like a lovely little animal," Natalie says pulling the strap around his heavy balls. After being excited continuously all afternoon his desire to ejaculate is enormous.
Feeling her hands work around his penis with all these women and his friend watching arouses him again.
He feels a strange pressure under his balls as she wraps the strap around. His dick begins to rise again like he’s lost the ability to control it.
Dorothy picks up another cock strap from the table.
“I’m not letting you have all the fun,” she chuckles.
Scott freezes seeing her rush up to his cock with another of those things.
He’s terrified about what she’s doing to him, but at the same time it feels exciting that these women are somehow manipulating his cock in a way that he doesn’t understand.
Natalie squeezes his penis and balls to get the little leather strap all the wayaround them as tight as possible.
The boys feel light-headed and everything seems to be happening at once. The women all around them watch with satisfied smiles.
Natalie fastens the cock strap in place and strokes his stiffening penis.
“Such a sensitive thing,” Natalie says with delight watching it rise before her eyes.
Brad feels his dick stiffen till it’s incredibly hard, the tight pressure from the leather strap squeezing his balls and the base of his dick.
Natalie strokes his balls, enjoying how easily she’s able to manipulate this athletic boy she’s had her eye on for years.
Now he’s completely under her control, filled with sexual energy that only she can relieve.
She strokes the shaft making Brad breathe out slowly with pleasure.
He’s so eager and nervous he doesn’t dare to do anything but stand there and let her play with his cock.
Both the boys’ cocks are completely hard and the women take their time stroking the tight skin bound by the cock straps.
“Their penises are already bigger than my husband's!” Natalie exclaims.
If she could have this horny young boy to play with every night she’d never go to sleep unsatisfied.
“Which has the longer one?” Charlotte asks.
Dorothy squeezes Scott’s throbbing dick not caring which one is larger.
She strokes it in a rhythmic motion so the foreskin pushes against the head.
She loves how eager and easy to manipulate these young men are - like they are made for nothing but to give pleasure to ladies like her.
The boys are alarmed at how little they’re able to control their dicks.They couldn’t stop the women now if they wanted to.
The familiar way the women stroke and caress them feels better than any late night fumbling when they brought themselves to orgasm.
“It’s difficult to tell whose is longer,” Stephanie says. “They’ve both grown so big!”
“I bet you boys have measured them haven't you?" Anna says. "All boys worry about size!”
The boys tense up feeling uncomfortable that they are being compared against each other. They feel themselves going red in the face. They shake their heads.
“Now don’t lie to us,” Natalie says firmly.
Of course when they were alone in their rooms contemplating their erections they got curious enough to measure them against a ruler, but they would never admit doing it.
“Mine's bigger!” Brad suddenly bursts out. Scott is shocked his friend would say that! He heats up in anger.
“I don’t know,” Anna says sceptically. “I think the only way to know for sure is to measure them!”
“Good idea!” Stephanie agrees. These boys shouldn’t be let off so easily.
"I'll get a tape measure," Stephanie says excitedly.
She can't wait to see the boys squirm uncomfortably while she holds their dicks up against it.
Stephanie looks between the two young lads, trying to decide which she should measure first.
"Make sure their penises are very firm to make it fair!" Charlotte says.
The boys tense up worrying about being judged so intimately and how they'll compare to each other.
Natalie and Dorothy squeeze their dicks loving the way that these youngsters respond to their elderly experienced hands.
Brad holds his breath looking down to see his cock bobbing up so close to his neighbour's face.
"Be careful Natalie. Don't get your paperboy too excited now." Charlotte teases. "Not yet!"
"Oh I'll keep him under control," she says squeezing the base of his cock.
"How's your's coming along Dorothy?"
Dorothy grasps and strokes Scott's hard dick, liking that she has an excuse to play with it more.
Scott is overpowered by the strong sickly sweet perfume that Dorothy's wearing and the feeling of her fingers wrapped around his sensitive dick.
It makes him feel all the more vulnerable with the rough cock strap so tightly wrapped around his dick and balls.
"Let's not disturb Dorothy. Do the blonde one first." Charlotte suggests.
The boys jump at the sound of Stephanie whipping the tape out.
Brad's heart races with trepidation feeling the ladies hold his cock to see it against the measuring tape.
"Do it from the base to be fair to the boy." Charlotte reminds her.
Brad tenses feeling like his whole life depends on the results from this.
"It's difficult to get it accurate with the way his penis curves," Stephanie giggles holding his cock in place.
"Oh that's definitely bigger than my husband's," Natalie coos.
"A nice seven inches!"
"Mmmm!" Stephanie exclaims
"And just think that he has even more growing to do!" she suggests excitedly.
Scott trembles feeling the pressure mounting. He's terrified about being humiliated in front of his friend and all these women.
"Let me make sure the boy is stiff enough," Dorothy says giving the tip of Scott's penis a couple more gentle strokes.
Everyone peers close to see how the embarrassed boy measures up.
Scott's heart is thumping a million times a minute. It's excruciating having his manhood judged like this.
"Well ladies," Stephanie says looking up with a big smile.
"I'm afraid this little boy is almost half an inch shorter than Natalie's paperboy!"
It's like someone has just punched him in the stomach. Scott feels disgusting and inadequate. Despite everything a satisfied grin spreads across Brad's face.
“Don't cry lttle one” Anna laughs,
“What were those women on about before?” Michael asks. “They were acting like my parents on New Year’s.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Mathew says trying to keep all the mums coat check tickets straight.
"I think they are just happy to be here."
“Can we sing Pie Jesu first?” Michael asks.
“That’s a great song to start with. They love it at Christmas!”
“I’m a bit nervous singing in front of all these ladies,” Michael leans in to Mathew confidentially. “No sweat. These girls will lap us up.”
They see two of the mums leaning against each other, eyeing them up and whispering to each other.
They stride up to the boys and instantly begin acting very familiar with them.
Mrs Joint thinks this nice tall one would be very helpful around her house. She wonders if he'll be up for auction.
She smiles brightly and links her arm through his while clutching her second glass of punch.
Mrs Fozzard latches herself to Michael and giggles excitedly looking deep into his beautiful dark eyes.
Mrs Joint has always loved the adorable uniforms these boys are made to wear.
She strokes his tie in a way that makes Mathew feel strangely on edge.
“Come and sit with us,” Mrs Joint says wrapping her arm around the boy.
“We need some company for the show,” Mrs Fozzard says squeezing Michael’s arm.
“Oh, uh...” Mathew stumbles over his words. “Okay.”
“Lovely!” the women chant and drag the boys along with them.
“To think of all you darling boys on auction,” Mrs Joint chuckles. “It’s TOO much!”
She laughs a little too loudly and yanks Mathew along with her.
Mathew laughs along with her good naturedly, but doesn’t understand what’s so funny. “We’re in charge of taking care of the guests’ coats,” he says stupidly clutching the ticket stubs.
“And aren’t you doing a good job,” Mrs Joint smiles letting her hand slide down his back to the curve of his soft young arse.
Mrs Joint and Mrs Fozzard pull Mathew and Michael towards their seats in the assembly hall.
Mathew is worried he may get in trouble with the teachers for deserting the coat check. "But Miss Warburton will be pleased if these ladies ask us to sing so I suppose we'd better go with them." he surmises.
Michael is pushed down between Mrs Fozzard and Mrs Roby, 2 young mums at the back of the hall.
He realises that these 2 women must have toddlers who attend the St Dunstans nursery school.
They have both been drinking punch since arriving and are now very grateful to have some male company.
"You're a choirboy?" asks Mrs Roby, surprised, "You look very strong for a choirboy."
Mrs Joint has sandwiched Mathew between herself and Mrs Moore.
Mathew doesn't know how to react when Mrs Moore begins to grope his chest even before being introduced!
"Mmm...I'm sure you won't mind me...inspecting the quality of the merchandise before I bid on it." she whispers coyly.
Mathew's experience of women has only extended as far as teachers, like Miss Warburton, and the school Matron when he comes down with a cold.
But now all around women's eyes are shining at him expectantly.
"Oh Gosh! I hope I don't make a mess of my trousers like what happens to my bedsheets." he worries.
In fear of causing something very embarrassing in his pants Mathew sits stock still while Mrs Moore continues to paw at him, looking into his eyes.
Even so, his nipples become erect just as her hand begins to stroke his chest for a second time. It tingles pleasantly but also makes him feel dirty.
"I'm a choirboy." he suddenly blurts out, hoping to halt what's happening before it gets out of hand. Mrs Moore grins like he's just given her a challenge.
"No doubt you've been told the benefits of mouth and tongue exercises." she replies ominously.
Mrs Fozzard and Mrs Roby have wiggled their bottoms closer and closer to Michael.
"Do they allow girls in the choir?" asks Mrs Roby, while at the same time stroking Michael's chest.
"It's just, you seem a little nervous around us." she adds. Both women's hands now arrive at the top of Michael's thighs.
They chuckle, deducing from Michael's hesitancy how inexperienced he is.
"Actually we don't have girls in the St Dunstans choir." he finally answers.
"Oh how cruel to you boys. You must be so frustrated!" Mrs Roby remarks.
Michael knows these women are making some sort of sexual innuendo but has no idea what they really are getting at.
"Er...not really. Boys probably have a larger range." is all he can squeak out.
"You have a large range do you?" flirts Mrs Fozzard, her hand stroking firmly right up his inner thigh.
"I've never heard it called THAT before." she adds.
"You young boys must have virtually permanent erections mustn't you?" Mrs Roby prods.
Michael looks up at Mrs Fozzard hoping she'll defuse the situation. He'd rather not have to think about the vulgar question he's just been asked.
Instead she grins expectantly, her hand creeping ever upward!
Meanwhile Mathew has completely clammed up. Mrs Joint and Mrs Moore are enjoying making him squirm.
"What long legs he has." points out Mrs Moore. Mathew takes a sharp intake of breath.
"And a long nose too!" adds Mrs Joint.
"You know what that means!" replies Mrs Moore.
"I wonder if this one's ever had an orgasm." wonders Mrs Roby.
"Go on, how many times a week do you have an orgasm? I'm curious." grins Mrs Fozzard. "Erm, actually," Michael thinks for a second,
"Don't be so disgusting!" he finally blurts out angrily, keen to show them he knows exactly what they're talking about and he's not at all intimidated.
The reaction of the two women is not as Michael expects. Instead of stopping in their tracks insulted, they continue to paw at him as if nothing had happened!
Mrs Fozzard's hand begins to move further up Michael's leg. Mathew forlornly looks over for help from his friend.
Just then Mrs Fozzard's little finger touches Michael's right testicle through his trousers. He looks down and lets out a little yelp.
The choirboy's balls rise up into his scrotum.
Then Mrs Roby does the same thing only this time her hand meets Michael's right testicle.
Out of the corner of his eye he sees Miss Warburton about to mount the stage. "Thank the Lord. These women will have to stop molesting me so they can watch the show."
Miss Warburton walks into the spotlight to applause from the crowd.
"Thank you ladies.
Welcome to the first St Dunstans School...
Slave Auction!"
There are whoops and cheers from the mums. And heckles of "bring on the boys".
"Thank you all for coming.
And remember, everything raised tonight goes towards the new school minibus."
"Without further ado let me bring on lot number 1."
"He's a geography teacher,
who is also the hunky football coach.
Normally he is called "SIR" but,
tonight WE'RE in charge aren't we girls?! So please welcome on stage the one,
...the only...TONY!!!!
Mr Martin bounds onto the stage smiling.
The crowd cheers except for Michael who looks on in hope that Mr Martin will keep the women entertained long enough for the terrified lad to escape.
"So Ladies," Miss Warburton begins her sales pitch.
"Lot number 1 is Tony,
"He is six feet tall,"
"He is dark, blue eyed and unbelievably handsome!"
"Lot number 1 is also very muscular" Miss Warburton continues. Mr Martin begins to feel uneasy with the way he is being described,
It's almost as if Miss Warburton were conducting a real slave auction from historical times.
"Show us his muscles" comes a shout from the audience.
Miss Warburton is loving the authority her role as Mistress of Ceremonies is giving her.
She begins to physically turn Mr Martin around.
But he stays still until Miss Warburton orders him sternly through the microphone "Turn around lot number 1"
"As you can now see ladies this slave is very fit."
She runs her hand down Mr Martin's firm muscular back to whoops from the crowd.
"He also...has strong, POWERFUL, legs." she adds sexily.
She steps back to admire Mr Martin's bottom. The ladies swoon.
Encouraged by the crowd she strokes and gropes Mr Martin's hard athletic buttocks.
The ladies are in awe. Miss Warburton is learning how to tease the crowd.
"I can't see his legs." shouts Mrs Lancashire eagerly, "I want to see his legs!"
Miss Warburton wants to make the crowd beg for it. "I wish you could all feel this ladies."
Smiling into the spotlight, Miss Warburton squeezes his bum enjoying the round of whoops she's causing in the crowd of mothers.
"Take his trousers off!" Mrs Lancashire yells.
Mr Martin quickly spins around and assumes his best professional grin. Everyone is having a good time and he feels very flattered, but the ladies are getting a little carried away.
He jovially tries to caution the excited crowd of women, "Ladies, remember that this isn't a literal slave..."
"Oh go on Tony..." Miss Warburton says causing the crowd to respond with wild cheers of encouragement.
Nervous about looking like a jerk in front of everyone and feeling the bright spotlight covering him he relents, "Alright ladies, just for you. I want lots of high bids for this."
Miss Warburton is encouraged by how easy it was to coax Mr Martin out of his trousers. "Remember ladies you'll be bidding on six feet of pure muscle..."
"for your own personal use!"
The women clap wildly growing euphoric.
Miss Warburton grows bolder at the response making her want to take it further, "And rumour has it in the teachers' lounge that he can last..."
"All Night!"
Waves of applause and whistles sweep the audience making Miss Warburton realize how excited the crowd is growing.
"Look at those thunder thighs," she says lustfully into the microphone.
The women laugh and cheer, craning their necks to get a good view.
"Is it just me or is it getting hot in here?!" The alcohol and drugs are rushing through her body driving Miss Warburton to say and do whatever she wants without fear of the repercussions.
"Shall we start the bidding at 10p?"
"10p!" Mrs Jackson's arm instantly shoots up.
"Do I hear 20?"
"20p!" Mrs Lancashire chimes in.
"50p!" comes another shout instantly.
"A pound!" Mrs Atkins hand shoots up.
Miss Warburton is dizzy with the frenzy of bids, "Thank YOU Mrs Atkins!"
"1 pound 50!"
"2 pounds!"
"Any higher? Mrs Atkins?"
Mrs Atkins smiles wickedly as if contemplating the real value of the goods.
"Come on ladies," Miss Warburton says.
"I can’t see his muscles!"
"Hmm..." Miss Warburton grins contemplating how far she dares to take things.
"Tell him to take his shirt off!" she says. The women wildly cheer in support of the idea.
The crowd of women are begging for it and Miss Warburton feels a rush of power knowing she's the one who can give it to them.
"Let's see his chest!" asks Mrs Atkins looking directly into Miss Warburton's eyes.
She feels the room thrumming with excitement and anticipation. Being on stage with the will of the crowd behind her she knows that now she can make him do anything she wants!
“Come on! Off with it!” Mrs Atkins demands. She stares at Miss Warburton, trying to convince her that she has to make him do it.
Mr Martin looks desperately at Miss Warburton hoping she'll talk some reason into the women. He hopes that little talk he had with her earlier taught her how to control matters like this.
He doesn’t even understand how he got up here in front of these women. He’s supposed to be leading the football training!
“Go on Tony,” Miss Warburton says. “It’s for the school!”
He clears his throat trying to figure out how to get out of this without looking like a royal arsehole.
“Lot number 1, take your shirt off!” Miss Warburton demands loudly.
He angrily unbuttons his shirt thinking he’ll just flash his chest and then get dressed again.
“What do you think ladies?” Miss Warburton asks the audience. “Can a busy man like Tony hold a full time teaching job and keep up his physique?”
The women cheer and shout “Yes!” Mr Martin makes a big false grin back at them, feeling very uncomfortable with the way they are discussing him.
“Show us those muscles Tony!” Miss Warburton yells.
His hands are trembling as he fumbles with the buttons hearing the screams of the crowd and feeling all their eyes on him.
Miss Warburton begins a chant “Off! Off! Off!” It’s quickly picked up be the audience who join in.
Mr Martin desperately appeals to Miss Warburton, “Karen I think that’s quite enough...”
“Give it to us sexy!” Mrs Jackson shouts at the top of her lungs.
Mr Martin feels like he doesn’t have any other option.
And the sensation of all these ravenous women desperate to get a piece of him is kind of exciting him. He just never expected something like this to happen so suddenly at the school!
Miss Warburton feels giddy from her newfound power. He’s actually stripping his shirt off! Just because she told him to!
Mr Martin opens his shirt. All the women in the audience gasp and whistle.
Miss Warburton swoons and whoops into the microphone.
“That answers our question doesn’t it,” she smiles rubbing his thick muscular arm. "Not only can this man teach and hold the school together..."
“But he can look damn hot at the same time!”
The women cheer wildly in agreement. Mr Martin feels incredibly self conscious.
“Don’t just stand there,” Miss Warburton chides him. “Really show the ladies what they’ll be getting!”
She stands back and Mr Martin does a little dance, flexing his arms.
The women whistle and clap egging him on to show off more.
“There you are ladies,” Miss Warburton says. “I think we can do better than 2 pounds now, can’t we?”
“5 pounds!” Mrs Jackson instantly jumps in.
“Is that all?!”
“To have this prime piece of meat as your own personal plaything?!”
“10 pounds!” Mrs Lancashire’s hand shoots up.
“That’s more like it!”
She lets her eyes scan down his body taking his entire masculine body in and feeling the buzz from being able to display him to a roomful of strangers.
Mrs Atkins stares at his chest, thrilled she’s been able to get his shirt off.
“15 pounds!”
“20!” Mrs Jackson jumps back in.
“It’s going to take more than 20 pounds to buy a minibus ladies. What can we do to raise it higher?”
Alice is impressed with the effect their punch is having. They’ve been watching the way the ladies have been draping themselves across Michael and Mathew.
“More punch ladies?” she asks them.
“Still thirsty? Can I get you more punch?” Emily asks Mrs Fozzard and Mrs Roby. "Oh yes!" all the women answer.
The girls giggle together. It’s all working better than they’d hoped!
Mrs Joint and Mrs Moore snuggle against Mathew while watching Mr Martin get undressed on stage. Mrs Moore slides her hand over Mathew’s chest feeling his hard nipple underneath his shirt.
Mrs Fozzard sees they’ve gone back to playing with the other choirboy.
“Your teacher’s very fit isn’t he?” she asks Michael. He shrugs in embarrassment aware of her hand caressing him again, “Yes. I suppose so.”
He stiffens and jerks away feeling her grab for his tie.
The ladies just laugh at his obvious embarrassment and confidently pull at his shirt.
“Oh don’t be shy,” Mrs Roby says yanking up his shirt that was so carefully tucked in.
Mrs Fozzard drapes his tie around her neck like a trophy. Michael looks around desperately for help. He’s never been in this situation before and no one has prepared him for how to deal with it.
“I bet this one has a lovely body too,” Mrs Fozzard says to Mrs Roby, hungrily opening up his shirt.
She yanks it wide open and squeals with pleasure at the soft line of dark hair running down his chest.
“No but...” Michael pleads while the women eagerly pull back his shirt. "Please..."
“Oh delicious,” she murmurs admiring his young muscles.
“We were right,” she says rubbing her soft chest against his bare skin and stroking the inside of his thigh. “You are strong for a choirboy.”
Mathew feels unsettled watching his teacher stripping on stage. He is acutely aware of the women rubbing against him, smelling so flowery and feminine.
“This isn’t right you know,” Michael finally bursts out, but the women seem not to have heard him again.
“Oh God!” he thinks panicked, his dick going really stiff in his pants. “What’s happening?”
Mrs Moore eagerly undresses the silent choirboy.
“I bet his mother still does up his tie for him,” Mrs Moore says lifting it over his head.
Mrs Fozzard holds Michael down while Mrs Roby tears the shirt off him completely. He’s so overwhelmed by the way these women are stripping and smothering him he doesn’t know what to do.
“Here we are,” Mrs Moore says peeling his shirt off. “Now we can get a proper look at you.”
Mathew is entranced by the way they are handling him. It occurs to him they must be sexually attracted to HIM! He’s never thought of himself as sexy before.
Returning with more glasses of spiked punch, Alice and Emily are thrilled to see that the mums have removed the boys’ shirts.
“Here you are ladies,” they say wearing bright smiles.
The women eagerly tip back the drinks faster than before.
Emily giggles eyeing Michael’s bare chest. He looks like a helpless little prisoner trapped between the two women.
“Is there any advance on 20 pounds?” Miss Warburton asks the audience.
“Come on Mrs Atkins...”
“you said you needed someone to do your grass verges.”
“Does he even know how to cut grass?” Mrs Atkins asks.
“Of course I do,” Mr Martin says. “Prove it Tony!” Miss Warburton demands.
The women laugh and cheer. “Yes! Show us!”
She confidently shouts into the microphone, “Show Mrs Atkins how you could do the grass verges!” Mr Martin nervously rubs his arms staring into the intimidating spot light.
The women laugh excitedly seeing this big muscular man being pushed further. Miss Warburton makes him put hockey knee pads on.
“On your knees,” growls Miss Warburton.
The women grin excitedly seeing him driven down on the floor, not caring in the least what he's feeling.
They’re all on tender hooks watching to see what happens next thinking how incredible it is they’re taking it this far.
“Is that all you do to trim grass?” Mrs Atkins calls out.
Mr Martin hangs his head and crawls around the stage pretending he’s using a pair of shears.
The women enjoy the way his muscles work as he crosses the stage.
Staring down at him Miss Warburton gets a powerful urge to live out a fantasy she never thought she’d actually experience.
Smiling sinisterly at the audience she hikes up her skirt and steps over Mr Martin.
"Imagine having this in your front garden. Why, if you feel like a rest you could even sit on him!" The women go wild shouting their approval, encouraging her to really go for it.
“Lot number 1 also makes great transportation!” she says squeezing him between her thighs and planting herself on his back.
Mrs Atkins is incredibly turned on by the idea of straddling that big strong back of his.
“Giddy up horsey!” she shouts feeling an incredible surge of power. "Take me for a ride!"
The women clap enthusiastically, egging her on.
Mrs Jackson whistles and cheers. She never imagined that a stuffy school function could turn so sexy.
Miss Warburton sinks her crotch unto his bare back and gyrates.
She thrusts her hips on his back making him crawl awkwardly and almost stumble.
“You missed some this way,” she says making him crawl fully across the stage.
Not only is she getting to fulfil a fantasy of riding a man like a pony, but she’s getting to do it in front of a huge audience!
This is fucking incredible! “Come on boy!” she hollars slapping his arse.
“What do you think ladies?”
“Yeah!” they scream unanimously.
“Really show us what those muscles are good for Tony,” she demands.
Mr Martin strains to carry her over the stage, breaking out in a sweat with the veins in his arms and legs bulging.
The women cheer seeing her smack his big round arse.
The feeling of riding this big masculine stud without the least care about what he wants is amazing.
“How ‘bout it ladies?! Who wants to own this pony!”
“Yes! Me!” they all scream.
Mrs Atkins knows there’s no stopping them now. They can do whatever they want to him now that he's on his knees wearing nothing but a flimsy pair of boxers.
“Ride his arse!” Mrs Atkins shouts.
“Spank him! Spank him!” the women cry.
While humping his back she reaches around to slam her hand down hard on his arse.
His buns are so round and hard she loves hitting them with his full muscular bulk between her legs.
The women clap wildly seeing her completely trash the sexy teacher on stage.
Miss Warburton rides his back triumphantly. “Have words with the headmaster about this fucker,” she thinks.
She slaps his muscular back and shouts, “Who's going to bid next?!”
“Show the ladies what you can do horsey!” she demands smacking his arse.
Mr Martin painfully lumbers around the stage, his limbs shaking under the weight of her.
Miss Warburton whoops like a maniac, the sight of the grinning crowd of women and the light spinning around her.
Mrs Atkins claps hungrily eyeing Mr Martin’s arse, her heart pounding and her head buzzing from the drugs. Things are careening wildly out of control and she loves it.
She slides up and down Mr Martin’s back, getting so horny off riding him.
Mrs Joint strokes her choirboy revelling in the male flesh all around her.
Mrs Atkins stares at his nice firm arse. It'd be so easy to tear those little shorts off his backside.
“Just think ladies, with the highest bid...”
"all this could be yours!" she gives his arse a final hard smack.
The women laugh and clap in response.
“Stay down boy,” she demands standing tall over the bent, near-naked man.
“Now...” Miss Warburton smiles out of breath. “Is there any advance on 20 pounds?”
Who cares about the fucking auction? Mrs Atkins wants to see more. “Off!” she shouts.
“Is that another request from Mrs Atkins?” Miss Warburton says, her eyes glowing.
Mrs Atkins leads the women repeatedly shouting, “Off! Off! Off!”
“You’re right ladies,” Miss Warburton laughs getting down on her knees.
“I’ve never seen a stallion wearing shorts either!” she says grabbing onto the waistband of his shorts. “Shall I take them off?”
“Yes!” scream the women together. She grabs his shorts wanting to just tear them off from his arse.
But then she laughs and takes her time, knowing that at this stage she can do whatever she wants to Mr Martin and he won't do a thing because he can't risk spoiling the party and looking like a killjoy. She toys with his pants, stretching and tearing them.
She playfully stretches them over his muscular arse, pulling them until they are about to snap.
The fabric rips apart with a loud tearing sound revealing Mr Martin’s arse to the audience.
The women are ecstatic watching him stripped bare without his consent. Mathew looks on curiously, imagining this must be what all adults get up to.
The women's eyes are glued to his beautiful white cheeks exposed in the bright beam of the spot light.
Encouraged by the cheers from the crowd, Miss Warburton swings her arm out to give his round bum a good hard smack.
“How about it ladies?!”
“More!” the women cry in unison.
Miss Warburton is ecstatic showing off his arse to the crowd of women.
She convulses with laughter thinking how his shorts are ruined now. There’s no way he can wear them again!
The pleasure of spanking Mr Martin’s luscious round bottom and the enthusiastic response it gets from the audience of women makes her want to slap it more.
Mr Martin reaches back to cover his balls so as not to offend the mums.
“Couldn't you just sink your teeth into this ladies?”
She hungrily squeezes a fistful of his flesh.
The women laugh at the big athletic stud being denigrated so publicly.
Miss Warburton can’t believe she’s getting away with it.
“Don’t move boy,” she orders patting his back.
“What more can I do to this arrogant man?” she wonders.
“This riding crop will do nicely!”
He looks so small kneeling on the stage trembling like a little boy, when earlier he seemed so big and important.
“I wonder how fast this horsey can go,” she declares, intimidatingly smacking her hand with the riding crop.
“Let’s see shall we girls?” she laughs mounting him again.
“Yeah I’m going to ride your arse till you collapse fucker!”
She hikes up her skirt so she can fully feel his strong muscular back between her legs.
“Just making myself comfortable!” she says loudly.
Mr Martin groans underneath her, but she just bounces up and down and orders him to move it. She lightly taps his bare bottom with the crop.
The women stare in wonder at the handsome teacher being treated so severely.
“Come on wanker!” she screams riding his back. “Move your lazy arse!”
He slowly crawls forward, gritting his teeth and foolishly grinning like he's going along with the joke, while she waves her riding crop in the air.
“Faster you shit!” she demands slicing into his perfect arse cheeks.
He shudders underneath her feeling the painful riding crop hitting his naked buttocks.
“Yeah!” the women holler encouragingly.
Driven on by the women’s shouting Miss Warburton hits him again and again with increasing strength.
The ladies in the audience can hardly contain themselves at how Miss Warburton is so confidently controlling him making them want to do the same.
The students stare in wonder at their teachers going wild on stage. It’s like the world has been turned upside down.
She steers Mr Martin to face the audience by relentlessly whacking his arse with the riding crop.
“Can’t you move any faster? This is pathetic!” she laughs to the crowd.
“You know what they say about ‘spare the rod’...” Miss Warburton yells waving the riding crop in the air, repeating what Mr Martin said to her earlier.
The women stare greedily at the thick penis and big balls totally exposed and on show between his legs.
They laugh seeing him struggle to carry her on, looking on the point of collapse.
The women are getting off watching those big muscles working and sweating under the intense spot light.
She mercilessly whips his arse again making him strain to carry her on further.
The women love watching Miss Warburton drive this macho prick further and further until he'll feel completely defeated.
“Care to test the goods ladies?” Miss Warburton says riding him into the audience.
The women stare greedily at the athletic teacher crawling past them.
They see that whatever they do he has to take it while grinning like an idiot.
Unleashed they are going to take full advantage of the smooth buns pumping past them.
If Mrs Jackson wins the auction she would love to keep him naked and over her lap all day. Without a second of hesitation she reaches forward and smacks the naked man.
The women laugh excitedly all wanting a piece of him.
Miss Warburton prods him on shouting, “MOVE IT WANKER!”
Hearing this the ladies know that they don't have to hold back.
Mrs Atkins gives them a firm slap.
Being able to look at and enjoy his naked body is exactly what she wanted.
It excites her that she and Miss Warburton have been able to join together to reduce him to this.
Mr Martin grunts straining to carry Miss Warburton along while feeling multiple hands touching his body from all sides.
“Keep up, you weak piece of shit,” she says beating his arse with the riding crop.
“Don’t be shy Mrs Fozzard. He‘s going to take it or get a good whipping!”
She reaches foward and has a good grope of his arse.
“Take a good look at your future boys,” she says to the stunned choirboys.
Michael feels absolutely sickened watching his teacher crawl past him with Miss Warburton's bare thighs wrapped around his body. Just witnessing such a debauched sight makes his stomach churn.
The human beast of burden crawls around the chairs, blood pumping in his muscles, unable to think straight any more.
The women have turned into animals eagerly smacking his arse and grabbing for a handful of him.
His bottom is going bright pink and sore from the multiple slaps and whips from the riding crop he’s taking.
Slapping and groping the naked teacher Mrs Jackson takes a good look at his exposed hole.
She cannot drag her eyes away from the sight of it.
She cannot believe how much fun she is having tonight. With burning arms and aching knees Mr Martin can hardly move any more.
Once again Miss Warburton hits his arse as hard as she can making the exhausted wreck lumber painfully forward again.
The naked slave clumsily drags his knees forward across the carpet.
The women all enthusiastically join in slapping him as hard as possible to drive him on.
“Lazy arsehole!” Mrs Atkins shouts.
The mothers jump in hurling insults at him from all sides: “Dickless bitch boy! Pussy-eating little prick! MOVE IT!”
The women turn into a mob lashing out at him from all sides screaming and hitting him until he‘s near collapse.
All he can do is stupidly grin waiting for his humiliation to end.
Round and around the chairs Miss Warburton rides her mount. Every circuit giving the ladies a new opportunity to smack Mr Martin on his shapely behind.
Weakening, he is unable to give his female jockey a steady ride and Miss Warburton has to flail her arms to maintain her balance.
Mrs Atkins and the other women rock with laughter at the absurd sight as his pink wounded bottom struggles past them with Miss Warburton bouncing up and down on him.
The whole room is filled with the sound of women enjoying the sight of a naked man being totally humbled.
The choirboys are profoundly distressed by the pitiful sight of their once proud teacher crawling naked at their feet.
"You fucking lazy bag of shit! MOVE!!!" screams Miss Warburton at the quivering wreck beneath her.
Mr Martin hangs his head, barely able to move his aching limbs.
Then he hears the unmistakable sound of the crop cutting through the air and punishing his tormented behind once more. Mrs Roby follows this up with a smack to his legs.
The human pony manages to find enough energy to struggle forward a little. Which is just as well because Mrs Jackson is keen for another go at him.
Meanwhile a short distance away Stephanie and Dorothy are in heaven having their feet serviced by the 2 naked schoolboys.
The sound of young tongues obediantly lapping away fills Dorothy's patio.
Having 2 beautiful naked boys at their feet is the most relaxing thing both women have ever experienced.
Dorothy lets her head fall back and chuckles to herself. She could become very very used to this treat.
"I think it's time these boys had some pleasure too." suggests Natalie.
Dorothy is so relaxed the words take time to register.
"Pardon?" she eventually says. Scott looks up.
"Don't all boys of this age have to masturbate at least 3 times a day?" considers Anna. Scott and Brad turn around aghast.
"My son does. Dirty bugger!" complains Charlotte.
“My husband does!" jokes Natalie.
The women laugh at this but Scott and Brad don't see the funny side, wondering what the women have in mind for them.
"I bet you'd like a nice little wank wouldn't you?" probes Natalie threateningly.
"Go on. You can tell Auntie Natalie."
Scott and Brad's blood runs cold hearing their guilty sordid secret discussed so openly.
Miss Warburton has almost ridden Mr Martin into the ground.
His back and shoulders are in agony, his hands are filthy and it's all he can do not to fall down flat onto the floor.
But she is enjoying every single bit of discomfort he is taking.
His muscular buttocks are nicely warmed up from both the crop and the persistent smacks from all the ladies.
Mrs Jackson thinks it all part of the fun to give the wretch a good few smacks every time he crawls past.
By now he can barely hobble forward an inch at a time
giving the wicked lady a very easy target!
"Ah, they're too shy to tell us." mocks Stephanie without any sympathy at all.
Scott and Brad feel sickened having their most intimate bedtime secret casually discussed by these women.
Stephanie's thrilled knowing she's hit a nerve.
"Don't worry. We know what boys your age do!" says Charlotte. "We want a nice wank show boys" coos Natalie.
Moments later and Brad and Scott are stood front and centre pulling their dicks as the women have demanded.
But to make matters worse all the women are groping and molesting them at the same time.
Having allowed the two schoolboys to wash her car and lick her feet Dorothy feels content to fondle Scott's young warm scrotum.
Oblivious to Scott's feelings she delights in handling the lad's two young testicles.
The opportunity to enjoy a virile young lad gets the better of her and the old lady bends forward, wrapping her chops around the pink throbbing head of his penis.
In panic and confusion Scott just puts up with it, his hard cock twitching up and down in the old lady's mouth.
He gazes down at the back of her head feeling her teeth pressing down on his shaft, her eager tongue licking and slurping around his exposed knob.
Brad's penis too is reacting to the attention Stephanie and the others are giving him.
The more the randy women admire it the more it swells embarrassingly, sticking out right in front of him.
"You're a big boy aren't you?" praises Stephanie.
She reaches down to grab at the lad but Natalie beats her to it.
Brad's dick goes rock hard in an second sticking bolt upright.
Meanwhile Dorothy's salivating over her boy toy.
Scott realises there is probably no escape from this so he stands rigid pulling his dick for the women.
Though he's never fantasised about older women, having their experienced hands touching and stroking his naked young body makes his dick react.
If Brad was honest he would admit to having sexual dreams about Natalie and other women on his paper round
but he never imagined he would find himself stripped of his clothes and made to wank inches from her face.
"Next time you deliver my paper you must come early so you can do me a special extra service." she purrs.
Stephanie giggles and looks up at her mother molesting Scott a few feet away.
She looks back at the athletic erect lad next to her and a wave of sexual pleasure envelopes her.
Knowing how quickly boys like Brad ejaculate Natalie pushes his hand away and grasps his hot penis. She wants Brad to stay on the edge a little longer.
Holding and pressing herself against him Stephanie feels his heart beating fast and his whole body shivering, he's so desperate to shoot his young seed.
Natalie allows Brad to continue, a small bead of precum emerging from the slit.
Stephanie is enthralled having this naked youth made to expose himself and now on the point of cumming.
Getting back to school is long forgotten as the women have turned their party into a boy-milking session.
Brad looks down as Stephanie and Natalie take turns tugging on the boy's virile cock.
He groans deeply, Stephanie's enthusiastic and powerful pulling is causing that tell-tale tingle.
"KNOCK! KNOCK!" Someone is at the garden gate.
While everyone carries on regardless Dorothy looks up startled.
'Who on Earth can that be?' she thinks and marches to answer it. 'Scott had better not come while I'm gone or there'll be hell to pay."
Whoever it is will get a piece of her mind.
"Oh, good afternoon Madam." says Katey in her poshest voice.
"We're raising money for St Dunstans school." adds Tabatha.
"St Dunstans?" says Dorothy, putting 2 and 2 together. Tabatha tries to peer around her.
"We're...walking...dogs...at 50p...a time." says Tabatha craning her neck to see over the large lady.
"Do you have any dogs you'd like us to walk?" offers Katey helpfully,
"We're collecting for a new minibus."
"I don't have any dogs." replies Dorothy,
"But I do have 2 of your boys." Katey does her best to act surprised.
"There can't be any boys here. They had to get back for the slave auction." states Tabatha, knowingly.
"See for yourselves." offers Dorothy.
She ushers the girls in. "I let them wash my car...
"...but the boys went and got their school uniforms wet." she explains.
Stephanie looks up at the new party guests.
But Natalie is engrossed, pulling her paperboy's rampant cock.
"Boys! I have some friends of yours!"
"They were so bad at washing cars we thought we'd try them at this."
"They certainly seem to prefer it."
"We won't send them back until they've finished the job."
"Would you like to help them?"
"Ooh, your classmates." says Stephanie softly. Both unbelievably horny and embarrassed at the same time Brad can't bring himself to look up at his school friends.
Out of the corner of his eye Brad sees his friends Tabatha and Katey approaching.
The women don't know it but Tabatha has already had a sample and is dying to get her hands on young Brad once again.
Dorothy introduces the girls "Natalie, share this one with our new guests."
But Natalie can't take her hands off the lad's perfect young cock.
Tabatha is captivated by her naked school chum and can't wait to dive in.
She reaches out but Natalie hungrily keeps hold, wanking the boy towards her face.
Brad looks down and swallows hard. He's never had girls fighting over his cock before.
Stephanie looks at the trembling lad. He looks so vulnerable being thoroughly used like this.
Katey feels Brad's muscular stomach as his breath quickens.
Who would have thought, as they innocently walked along this suburban street earlier, how the day would end?
Katey's hand brushes through his pubic hair and grips the shaft of Brad's penis. This is the first time she has touched Brad and the feeling is intense. Brad's dick throbs in response.
Brad's balls bounce against the palm of Natalie's hand.
It's like the whole World is fixated with his erect young dick.
Natalie is pulling his shaft like there is no tomorrow and wouldn't mind tasting her paperboy's young sperm 'accidentally' shooting all over her face.
Stephanie sighs with pleasure as she does exactly as she pleases, caressing the naked boy all over his beautiful body.
Brad has no idea what to think. Isn't this wrong? Isn't this forbidden?
Natalie loves that the youngster's penis hardens to her touch. This is the best Ann Summers party she's ever been to.
She's seen a bulge in Brad's trousers as he cycles down her road and has secretly lusted after him. Now she has him naked and erect right in front of her face!
"What does it feel like being the King?" comments Stephanie sweetly.
"Ooooh" she adds mesmerised by his big hard dick.
Natalie stops yanking for a moment. She knows how to keep a man on edge.
Brad stares down, his rampant knob tingling.
The women laugh together, knowing they have a naked and desperately horny boy to tease and play with.
"You'd do anything for her now wouldn't you, so she'll let you come?" mocks Stephanie.
Just those words make Brad's rock hard dick shoot bolt upright.
Natalie's experienced hands bring him right up to the edge again.
The women feel his flat stomach shaking.
Katey gently pushes Brad's big horny balls up in his scrotum while Natalie works on his knob.
The ladies spy another bead of pre-cum. They must be driving him out of his mind!
Tabatha grabs hold of his thigh and presses her face against his hot body.
Brad doesn't care about homework, the minibus, washing cars, or anything. This is what he's alive for.
"You can't blame me for being greedy." says Natalie. She's right, Tabatha can't blame her.
She fondles Brad's nuts and knows it's now or never to have some of him herself.
Without really thinking she leans forward and begins to lick and suck on Brad's shaft. Natalie does the same.
With his arms around Stephanie and Katey he looks down and feels Tabatha's tongue tenderly licking his knob. Then Natalie's hot wet tongue joins in.
Meanwhile Anna, Charlotte and Dorothy are with Scott.
He is being totally used by the 3 older women.
Earlier she was punishing the boy who was washing her car, now she's going to totally enjoy his naked body.
First she licks at his young salty nipples. Young male flesh tastes so good.
Scott shudders at her touch but she doesn't care what he feels.
The old lady pushes his hand away and greedily takes him into her mouth.
Shocked, Scott looks down at the old woman. The horror of the sight in contrast to the feeling of her tongue eagerly licking every part of his potent young dick.
He closes his eyes, imagining a gorgeous young pop star or model. Dorothy's lips press down onto his shaft as she sucks him in and out of her mouth.
Scott can think what he likes, Dorothy selfishly takes her time enjoying every inch of his private parts.
She takes it all in and his tender hard knob is sucked right to the back of her throat.
The old lady takes a breather. She chews and sucks on his nipple.
Gazing down she is ecstatic to find she's caused the teenager's dick to grow harder.
His hard veiny cock isn't concerned with the age of the hot wet mouth going down on it.
The women around Brad are seriously turned on.
Tabatha has his hard rampant cock all to herself but is careful not to let him ejaculate yet.
If she could Natalie would eat Brad up, he is so irresistable.
Stephanie and Natalie are smitten.
The women place him on a chair so they can all have a piece.
Eager tongues and mouths feverishly suck and lick all over his naked body.
Natalie sucks hard on his neck.
Tabatha perpetually pulls on his ridged cock, the throbbing gristle feels so good.
Brad's head rocks back. He's never felt anything like it.
He's ready to cry out in ecstacy.
His balls can't take much more, his nuts are fit to explode right down Tabatha's hungry wet mouth.
Dorothy's patio is turning into a very hot and steamy alfresco orgy with the 2 naked schoolboys as the main course.
"Girls I think it would be much better for the boys' education to learn how to wank just for the viewing pleasure of women." Dorothy states wisely.
Dorothy elects that Tabatha and Katey should sit sensibly alongside the women and witness the boys' performance.
Wickedly she also knows this is going to be hugely more embarrassing for the 2 boys!
Stephanie is glad to see her Mother helping the local schoolgirls learn how boys are.
Once a sensible and civilised lad Brad has been driven crazy from being constantly stripped, spanked and molested all day.
Never in a million years would he sit naked, masturbating infront of a group of local women and his school chums. But here and now he is desperate to shoot his load for them.
The women find it enchanting that such a clean cut boy can be made to act like a beast when his penis rules his head.
Tabatha and Katey are equally fascinated that boys will sexually pollute themselves so readily.
Brad closes his eyes and wanks himself hard. It's very intimidating to furiously pull his hot young cock while many several pairs of eyes are staring at him.
The girls are amazed and thrilled that Brad, of all the boys, does this.
It's hilarious for Natalie watching the paperboy she's secretly lusted after debase himself for her.
"Go for it Brad!" cheers Charlotte and they fall about laughing.
With the women's laughter ringing in his ears Brad feels hot sperm shooting from his balls up and into his hot hard dick.
Wracked with panic he sits forward, waves of embarrassment flooding over him buts its far too late to stop.
He shoots up from the chair in desperation, wanting to run away, sure that he's going to spray his mess any second now.
It's no good running now. He stands and waits for the inevitable to happen.
The women are on the edge of their seats as Brad stands pointing his hard rampant cock at them.
He shoots a huge jet of hot white come out onto the floor. Its such a relief, like a blow to the stomach, it drains him totally.
Then another big spurt shoots out. The end of his knob is alive.
All the women burst out laughing and erupt with applause.
With pure decadence they clap Brad like they would a performance of a school play.
The realisation of his totally nudity and what he has just done hits him.
He swings his dick around as more cum flys out.
Tabatha is astonished how selfish boys appear to be when they are in the throws of orgasm.
The pleasure of coming dissipating Brad is left with a very obvious and aching erection.
The women cannot take their eyes off the lad's, still very impressive, raging hardon.
Scott can't get the thought of Dorothy forcing herself onto him out of his mind.
A little dribble of precum laces his young piss-slit.
In full view of the upstairs' windows of the surrounding houses Scott stands wanking under a tree for the party guests.
Big dribbles of milky sperm stream out of his pink tormented cock.
He closes his eyes tight and feels a mixture of blessed relief and shame.
The women cheer and clap, overjoyed to have made yet another schoolboy to come for them.
The older women rock with laughter and young Katey and Tabatha join in. Such an entertaining party Dorothy has organised.
Mathew watches Mrs Moore carefully. That's the fifth glass of punch she's knocked back and the way she's behaving you wouldn't think it was non-alcoholic fruit punch.
He looks back at Mrs Joint. If anything, she's acting even more strangely and seems more interested in him that bidding for Mr Martin. She exchanges glances with Mrs Moore.
As one they suddenly go for Mathew's trousers.
Mathew wonders what they are doing. Why are they fiddling with the fastening?
A moment later and the flies are undone revealing his undershorts.
Michael can't afford to worry about Mathew. He has concerns of his own.
"I bet this one's a virgin" challenges Mrs Fozzard.
Michael instinctively wishes he could deny it and show how manly he is. "I bet he'll stand up like a lamp-post if we take his little man out." she adds looking deep into his eyes.
Mrs Joint thinks that's a wonderful idea.
She ever-so-gently pushes Mathew's shorts down with the tips of her fingers revealing the choirboy's full bush of pubic hair.
Mathew sits stock still looking down. He can't believe his privates are on show right there in the school.
Mrs Joint reaches down, cupping her hand around the boy's plump penis.
Not to be outdone Mrs Moore begins to stroke him just above his genitals.
Then both ladies push his trousers a little further down and rub his scrotum with their fingers.
Mrs Joint looks into Mathew's eyes, curious to see how a chaste young boy like him reacts to his first intimate touch from a woman.
Mrs Moore carefully pushes the lad's trousers and shorts down even further. Anyone looking over now would easily see that Mathew is virtually naked with his privates on display.
Touching and stroking him his puckered young penis falls upwards exposing his big warm balls-sack.
The women take a second to enjoy what they are doing to the choirboy.
It's been a while since Mrs Joint has seen a teenage boy naked let alone freely play with him. She toys with his testicles.
Mathew likens this to when the nurse came to physically examine the boys last year. But there was only one of her,
and she didn't rest her fingers on the sensitive tip of his penis while fondling his nuts.
Mathew wonders why they are doing this. He only wanted to sing but they don't seem to want that. Instead they want to take advantage of him.
Sandwiched as he is between them in the darkness at the back of the hall there isn't a thing he can do about it.
Looking down at both women squeezing his dick between their hands he wonders what's to happen to him.
Surely Miss Warburton will notice and tell them to stop.
The women don't give that a second thought. Mrs Moore pushes his trousers off even more.
But what if they take all his clothes from him like happened to Mr Martin?
Michael looks at Mrs Fozzard and wonders if he knows her son or daughter. She looks very attactive.
"Has a girl ever played with your penis?" she asks flirtatiously.
"No!" he answers, shocked at her impropriety.
"What about your arsehole?" she probes deeper.
"NO!" Michael has never heard a woman say such awful things.
He turns to Mrs Roby but she is more interested in his body than asking questions.
With a start there is a sharp pain in his right nipple. Strangely the pain goes right through his body.
She lets go for an instant and breathes out heavily.
Then she does it again. Harder than before. "Stand up" she whispers.
They help Michael to his feet.
He turns his head to look around, hoping that this will be the end to their strange behaviour.
Instead they start grabbing at his trousers.
Mrs Fozzard singlemindedly wants to get the lad's clothes off.
She relishes undressing this choirboy.
Respectful of his elders Michael doesn't put up any resistance and looks around at Mrs Fozzard's smiling face.
He recalls having put on his best pants that his mum bought him for his birthday. Though he never expected for all the mums to see them.
Soon Michael's trousers are unfastened and the 2 women pull them down.
Like a terrible nightmare here he is at school with just the fabric of his underpants between him and total nudity!
At least they're large enough to keep his dignity.
Except that Mrs Fozzard's hands are already in the waistband.
He wants to stop her but he daren't.
A moment later and it's too late. His naked bottom is on show to the delight of all the women around him.
Mrs Fozzard smacks him hard on his buttocks.
"Ow!" he cries, appalled at the injustice of it. He's done nothing wrong.
Then Mrs Roby smacks him too. "Ow!" he cries but this makes them laugh all the harder.
“Are you two offering yourselves as slaves?” Mrs Lancashire is eager to know. The boys are startled by the women’s manner. They’re already acting very familiar with them.
The boys feel even more self conscious being naked beside these girls who they've fancied, but haven't been able to admit it.
They clap eyes on the lad's manly genitals for the first time.
He recoils away from them but his legs are bound by his trousers and pants.
"So no-one's played with you yet?" asks Mrs Roby and Michael looks up in fear at her.
"I think it's high time you lost your virginity." she adds
"Anal virginity." Heaven knows what she means by that!
While Michael tries to fathom what Mrs Roby's talking about the women lunge for his trousers.
Frantically they pull his trousers and pants off over his feet.
They chuck his clothes away to much laughter from Mrs Joint.
"Let's get his arsehole out." says Mrs Roby to Mrs Fozzard.
"No!" Michael objects and he wriggles his legs free.
"All boys of your age should learn to enjoy their bodies." Mrs Roby informs him
"I'll give 50p to the school" she adds, laughing.
"Go for it girls" shouts Mrs Joint. Distracted Michael doesn't notice the 2 ladies grasping his legs again.
They pull the boy's legs wide apart. Totally confused Michael looks to the women hoping that sanity will prevail.
"What are you doing?" he begs, the women's hands all over him.
"Just relax. You're OUR slave." instructs Mrs Fozzard.
"We're going to educate you." adds Mrs Roby and, laughing, they yank his legs high in the air exposing his youthful hole.
Their hands creep down his legs towards his arsehole. Michael stares at Mrs Roby's chest in wonder.
Mrs Fozzard selfishly grabs hold of his dick and starts yanking on it.
Mrs Roby's finger touches and strokes the rim of his tight virginal hole, her breasts heaving in and out with her deep breaths.
While Mrs Fozzard plays with his cock and balls Mrs Roby presses and stimulates the rim of Michael's tight pink hole.
Just the slightest pressure from her fingers give the lad a feeling he's never experienced before.
In the darkness at the back of the hall Michael is stark naked having all his bits stimulated for the first time.
He feels dirty and totally violated.
Somewhere deep inside something tells him to ride with it.
With a swift whack to the hindquarters Mr Martin is ridden back onto the stage by Miss Warburton.
Collared and leashed by his Mistress he looks out at the laughing audience burning with anger and utter humiliation.
The spotlight picks out his stinging welted bare bottom.
The ladies have been having so much fun beating the naked wretch as he crawls around at their feet.
The ladies look on lustfully, all wanting to have the naked slave as their own to take home.
Miss Warburton rides him into the centre of the stage where she will sell him to the highest bidder.
"Whoa!" she orders and dismounts the man, pressing her weight down onto his broad naked back.
She pulls the leash tight so he remembers who is in charge.
"UP!" she orders, threatening him with the crop. The collar is so tight he has to stand-up quickly so as not to choke.
Mr Martin cannot bare to look out at the grinning female crowd. "Now ladies you've seen one use for Lot number 1..." Miss Warburton begins
"Do I hear any advance on 20 pounds for this fine specimen?" she shouts, leaning on him.
Mrs Jackson's hand shoots up. "20 pounds!". She wants Mr Martin for performing cunnilingus at her bridge club.
"Thank you Mrs Jackson." replies Miss Warburton. "Mrs Lancashire?"
"Oh yes! 30 pounds." shouts Mrs Lancashire,
“I want to race him at the pony club" she adds eagerly.
"40 pounds here" Mrs Jackson snatches him back, already very hot and wet.
His head bowed with shame Mr Martin listens to the women. Horrified to be treated as a real naked slave yet secretly expecting Miss Warburton to get a good price for him.
"50 pounds!" Mrs Lancashire gets him back. "Ooh thank you Mrs Lancashire?" says Miss Warburton.
"Come on Mrs Jackson. You don't want to lose this prime specimen."
"Hmmm?" she thinks for a moment. Mrs Jackson was only expecting to spend a couple of pounds here and has already become carried away.
"Turn towards the lady, Slave!" scolds Miss Warburton and pushs Mr Martin to face the buyer.
Looking over the goods Mrs Jackson is definately tempted.
"Perhaps you would like to inspect the goods?" suggests Miss Warburton sexily.
"You too Mrs Lancashire." and both women eagerly get up from their chairs.
Mr Martin watches as the women mount the stage.
Mrs Jackson goes straight for the slave's mouth.
She wants him installed in her toilet and bedroom for lengthy sessions of oral sex,
and to clean all the women at her bridge club after their ablutions.
Having inspected Mr Martin's oral hygiene, Mrs Jackson moves on to his genitals.
The woman examines his penis and testicles as she would some ripe produce in the supermarket. Mr Martin turns away filled with shame.
"What a dinky little thing." she commiserates him.
She lifts up the end of his penis to inspect his balls.
“His balls are larger than his penis." she announces, unimpressed. Miss Warburton smiles, taking great pleasure in Mr Martin's inadequacy.
The women turn him around so his big round naked buttocks are in the glare of the spotlight.
"Bend over slave!" instructs Miss Warburton.
Mortified that everyone has seen that his pendulous balls are in fact larger than his tiny penis Mr Martin bends over submissively.
All the women stare lustfully at the man's muscular arse and begin pulling it apart.
Miss Warburton looks on triumphantly as Mrs Jackson exposes Mr Martin's hole for the entire audience to see.
She imagines how totally degraded Mr Martin must feel as his naked beaten arse is yanked open to reveal both his arsehole and dangling naked nuts.
"What do you think of that ladies?" asks Mrs Jackson to the crowd and is met with hoots of laughter.
Mr Martin's testicles rise and fall in the bright light and his body shudders.
"The things we could do with this slave?!" asks Mrs Lancashire
"I would hogtie him next to the front door..." she continues
"...as an umbrella stand!"
The women squeeze and prod Mr Martin's muscular body letting their imaginations go wild. They could fuck his body for hours if they actually owned him.
"Not sure?" Miss Warburton says brightly.
"How to really convince them?" she muses while swinging the leash, relishing the absolute power she now has over him.
"Why don’t you give the ladies a free sample?" she orders tugging firmly on his chain.
"Prove to them you're really up to the job!"
"Ladies I'm going to make this young bull empty his balls for you!" she says pulling his collar as a warning that he better not defy her authority.
Mrs Jackson and Mrs Lancashire eagerly sit back down for the show, so turned on by this point that they're dying to watch him spill his juice.
Mr Martin humbly lays on the floor touching his dick that the women so cruelly insulted earlier.
After just a few strokes his cock thickens and grows in front of the mesmerized audience.
The ravenous women are buzzing with excitement watching the degraded teacher touch himself.
They are astonished seeing his large athletic body sprawled naked across the stage all for their pleasure.
His veins bulge and his muscles ripple as he grows more and more excited stroking his cock.
Their eyes are drawn to his big full balls bouncing under his pumping fist.
Seeing every inch of his manly body under the bright glare of the spotlight is the most arousing thing they've ever seen.
After being thoroughly humiliated by all the women and having his manhood challenged, Mr Martin can't help wanting to really prove himself.
Even if the school dean walked in now he wouldn't be able to stop stroking his dick until he shoots his cum in front of the hungry female audience.
He leans back on the stage, wanking out of control and feeling every part of his body being scrutinized by everyone in the room.
"Shoot your fucking load for us," Mrs Atkins demands.
"Now!" Mrs Lancashire adds getting fully into the spirit of it.
Mr Martin is sweating like mad, thrusting his hips and pumping his cock as fast as he can.
Stripped of every last shred of dignity all he can do is stroke his cock until it explodes and he soaks his chest with cum.
Mrs Atkins is so hot watching him just as she imagined him when she first walked into the school assembly room.
The women are going crazy with lust, squirming on their chairs and wet between the legs.
"Cum for me you dirty slut," Miss Warburton moans close to ecstasy.
She rubs her thighs hungry for him to stick his big raging hard on inside her.
He tightens his fist around his shaft and pounds his dick, feeling the cum rise up.
He reaches the height of his excitement hearing the women moan "Yeah... come for us!"
Milky waves of sperm shoot over his body in front of the horny women.
Their mouths are watering watching him cover himself with cum and his face tightened in the throes of his orgasm.
They feel a collective sense of power having made him do this for their pleasure.
His chest is heaving and his heart is pounding furiously after the intensity of ejaculating on stage.
Gently stroking his aching hard on the reality of what he just did begins to set in.
Mrs Lancashire is bubbling over with excitement looking around at her fellow witnesses.
"That filthy wanker isn't worth anything," Mrs Atkins sneers.
Mr Martin lays on the stage covered in his own sperm and trying to catch his breath.
The women stare at his leaking hard dick and laugh at him.
There's no way that he can undo what just happened.
He's unquestionably guilty sprawled out naked in front of the school and dripping with cum.
His carefully built career is ruined and his pride is in tatters after one short afternoon with these randy women.
The women are still laughing with delight after the boys spilt their young semen all over Dorothy's patio. "So what is it you two girls are offering to do?" Stephanie asks.
"Just walk dogs," Katey says.
"Nothing like this!" Tabatha says glancing at the boys with their leaking cocks. She's still amazed she actually got to watch her two classmates wank!
"Are you going back to the school?" Dorothy asks.
"Yes, we’ve lessons this afternoon."
"I’ll give you 50p each to take these two back to the school," Stephanie says pointing at the broken boys.
The girls look at the boys considering for the first time what it's going to be like being back at school with them after witnessing them playing with themselves naked.
"Miss Warburton might be angry that we didn't raise enough money..."
"and Mr Martin won't approve of their dirty uniforms. I don't know how we can..."
Dorothy grows impatient and grabs the leashes from them chuckling, "Give me those."
The girls laugh nervously, too shy to take control of the boys themselves.
Dorothy thinks that these will do nicely for the boys.
And these girls need to learn how to effectively control their men for later in life when they have husbands.
The boys stare with terror at Dorothy coming toward them with the dog leads.
Scott trembles watching her open the leather strap to tie around his neck, but he doesn't dare move after what's happened this afternoon.
Dorothy has stripped him, spanked him and sucked his cock. He feels like she really does own his body.
"You mind these girls," Dorothy instructs him. "Don't run away."
It feels so good strapping up these beautiful naked lads at her feet.
Having his face crushed in the crook of her arm, Scott smells Dorothy's heavy scent again and knows he'll associate it with this afternoon forever.
"Stay down boy," she orders Brad.
Brad doesn't need to be told twice. He doesn't know how he'll carry on now that his neighbour and classmates have seen him acting so degraded.
He hangs his head thinking that every day from now on he'll see their faces and know that he's just a dirty wanker.
Dorothy pulls both of the leads feeling the wonderful power she has with two strong naked lads at her feet.
"Here you are! Take them back to school."
The girls laugh excitedly taking the leads. They wonder what it's going to be like arriving back at school tugging a naked Scott and Brad behind them!
Brad realizes that this is going to be his life from now on: naked and at women's feet.
They stare up into Tabatha's overjoyed face. "Come on puppies," she coaxes them.
The girls think of how envious everyone will be seeing how they've tamed Scott and Brad. It's going to be amazing showing their bodies off to all the other girls.
Feeling drained of all his energy with his throat parched Brad can only think to ask, "Can I have a drink of water first?"
"Oh... I suppose. I'm feeling generous," Dorothy says strutting off to the house to get them one.
The boys are sweating despite feeling the cool summer breeze running over their entire bodies as they kneel naked on the dirty patio.
Dorothy comes out of the house carrying a bowl full of water and wearing a big satisfied grin.
"Drink up little puppies," Dorothy says in a sweet grandmotherly voice placing it between them.
Brad looks up at her pleadingly. The thought of drinking from a dog bowl makes his stomach turn. But after working outside all day and licking the ladies' feet they are both desperate for a drink.
He stares down at the thing feeling his parched throat and determined to take a sip no matter how degrading it is.
"Oh isn't that naughty of you Dorothy," Natalie says in surprise.
The boys can hear the women snickering all around them, their schoolmates towering directly over their bodies.
Trembling Brad dips his face toward the water finally understanding that this civilized party of women are actually enjoying making them do humiliating things.
He takes a small sip of the water and coughs nearly choking. The sound of the women laughing in response is all around him.
Thirsty for more, he awkwardly shifts his body scraping his knees on the slate and feeling his arse spread open as he bends all the way over.
The compounded feeling of having his face totally submerged in the bowl and his bare back and privates completely on display is agonizing.
"Oh my God! That's so gross!" Tabatha giggles watching his handsome young body bent on the ground below her.
After such a long day the water tastes better than anything he's ever drank.
But the sound of the women laughing as he clumsily laps it up makes him feel like a humungous weight is being put on top of him.
His face is burning and there is a roaring in his ears.
He feels lower than he ever has in his life drinking from a dog dish with the leather strap tightly fastened around his neck.
The women are taking such selfish pleasure at the sight of the two naked boys crouched over the dog bowl.
The boys can feel the women circling all around them laughing and making them feel like the smallest most pathetic things on the planet.
Scott is so thirsty he can't help trying to drink some too.
He's painfully aware of his arsehole sticking vulnerably up in the air for all the women to see.
"Look! They're fighting over it!" Dorothy chuckles. The boys struggle to drink from the bowl even though it sickens them that they have to press their faces against each other and taste the same water.
Dorothy erupts in laughter, getting off how low two masculine young men can sink.
"Is this the way they teach young gentleman to act in school?" Dorothy asks.
"They'll be drinking from my toilet next thing you know!"
Scott coughs in disgust feeling his whole body shudder at this suggestion.
The women laugh hysterically watching them try to drink more. They've never seen such a silly sight as two naked boys drinking from a dog dish.
Scott cowers on the ground, his submerged face burning with shame and wishing there was someway he could hide his body.
He’s close to weeping into the bowl in utter defeat. This must be the most shameful position in the world.
It feels like everyone in the world is staring at his arse parted open and hairy dick and balls hanging uselessly between his legs. But slurping up the cool refreshing water feels so good!
He takes a sharp breath in even though he's burning with thirst for more.
He dips his head back in the bowl tasting more and increasing the women's laughter.
“Careful now! Don't choke puppy,” Katey says tugging on his leash.
“Ew! You guys aren't going to have dog breath now are you?" Tabatha says.
Brad bends back toward the bowl to drink the last little puddle. The women howl with laughter seeing how desperate they are.
After licking every last drop from the bowl the boys sit up not knowing how to overcome the shame of what they just did.
“Should I leave out a bowl for you on my doorstep during your paper rounds?” Natalie teases Brad.
The boys struggle to hold themselves up on their thin trembling arms feeling broken and bewildered after everything they've been put through today.
“We should get back to school before Miss Warburton wonders what happened to us,” Katey says looking over their naked bodies.
Scott’s heartbeat quickens imagining his teacher seeing him naked and on a leash like this.
“Don't start barking in class, will you?" Tabatha laughs.
“Come on puppies, let’s show the teachers what we earned today,” the girls say pulling the chains.
The boys struggle to follow after them soiling their hands and knees and hanging their heads in shame.
Now that they are actually leading them away, the boys are terrified what will happen once they leave this little garden space with its party of naughty women.
The women laugh with selfish pleasure watching their taut little buns working up and down as they crawl away.
They are ecstatic that they’ve been able to reduce these proud healthy young boys to naked submissive playthings.
Brad shivers in fear and his skin prickles seeing the open street in broad daylight and thinking how Tabatha will lead him all the way back to school like this.
“Thanks for your help,” Katey says waving brightly to the women.
“Come on boy,” Katey says pulling on Scott’s leash after he tries to stop in his tracks.
Stephanie likes how the girls are handling the scared little boys.
Brad and Scott feel like they really are nothing but beasts now, living to please the girls and receive any bit of pleasure that they are kind enough to give them.
“Aren't those little buns adorable,” Dorothy comments to her daughter. "Like they're fresh from the oven!"
The women smile and nod admiring their tight little buttocks as they follow after the school girls.
Dorothy sighs thinking how it's been years since she's had such fun with young men.
“Bye!” Katey cries. “Hope to see you soon,” Tabatha adds excitedly.
The boys clamber after the girls out into the bright sunlight having no idea what awaits them now.
"See you soon boys!" Natalie calls after them.
Miss Warburton leaves Mr Martin on the stage covered in his own spunk and turns to the choir boys at the back of the audience, “Talking of free samples...”
“don’t think this hasn’t gone unnoticed ladies!”
“Look at this everyone,” she says casting her eyes over her young male students’ bodies.
“Well done ladies...”
“Got him naked already!” She stares down at his small exposed dick, revelling in how forbidden it is.
Michael shrinks into the sofa seeing his teacher gazing lustfully at his naked body. The women laugh and stroke him proud to be able to show him off.
“But this one’s still got his trousers on!” she points an accusing finger at Mathew. During Mr Martin's performance Mathew has made the mistake of trying to cover himself up.
The women all turn ready to pounce on him.
“That’s easily fixed,” Mrs Joint says going straight for the buttons on his trousers.
“What do you say ladies?”
“Do you want to see Slave number 2’s dick before bidding?”
“Yes! Off! Off!” the women unanimously cry.
Mathew’s blood goes cold feeling every woman in the room focusing on his trousers determined to get them off.
“About time we saw some boy cock!” Mrs Jackson says.
“Off!” the women chant growing frantic. “Off! Off!”
Mrs Joint and Mrs Moore are encouraged by the jubilant women and grab together at his trousers trying to tear them off.
“Erm... no...” Mathew cries leaping up in a panic.
His heartbeat quickens as the women lunge after him aggressively peeling the trousers off him.
He tries to fend them off but their sharp, determined fingers claw at him forcing them down.
Mrs Moore restrains him while Mrs Joint hungrily tries to reveal his arse crack.
“Hey! Miss Warburton help!” Mathew pleads, but his teacher is busy ecstatically encouraging the women to continue.
Seeing no one is going to help him, Mathew quickly slips from their grasp. But there is no where for him to run to because there are women all around him equally prepared to lunge at his loosened trousers.
Mrs Joint and Mrs Moore reach for him again, but this time they aren’t going to be deterred from getting those tight little trousers off the young lad.
Enjoying his shy resistance they latch onto his trousers with an iron grip.
“Sing for us choir-bitch!” Mrs Moore screams yanking at his waistband.
Mathew’s hands are shaking terribly. He can’t understand why the women have turned so suddenly ferocious.
Everything is happening in a blur of women screaming and clapping like mad.
He can’t hold up his trousers any longer. Mrs Joint and Mrs Moore completely overpower him making him collapse.
He grits his teeth fighting with all his might, but unable to prevent the horde of women from tearing his trousers off.
The women scream in triumph seeing the last of his clothes finally sliding down his skinny legs.
“There’s your hairy little joystick!” Mrs Joint squeals in delight.
“Let’s get those things completely off ladies! No point in doing things half way!”
Mathew has never seen women act in this way. He wonders in a feverish panic if this is what adult sex is really like.
The women hold his wrists firm while slipping down his trousers the rest of the way.
The women’s excitement is rising every minute and they feel more and more daring.
“Do you realize how sexy a young lad’s body is?” Mrs Joint asks squeezing his bare thigh.
Mathew is stunned. It never occurred to him that his young, adolescent body could be sexy to anyone.
“Mmm I could eat that little knob up,” Mrs Moore exclaims growing feverish.
All the women crane their necks to get a look at his virginal penis and balls.
Mathew’s stomach contracts feeling more exposed than he ever has in his life seeing all the women staring and smiling at his body.
“How do you like little Mathew ladies?” Miss Warburton asks seeing them eagerly stroking his smooth thin body.
“Adorable,” Mrs Joint sighs staring at his limp pink cock. “Nice mouth,” Mrs Moore grins mischievously.
“There’s nothing like a young virgin cock is there?” Miss Warburton comments into the microphone with unsuppressed excitement.
“It makes me want to squeeze it... I think I will!”
She lunges for his crotch acting without reservation on her spontaneous urges.
Mathew is breathless feeling his teacher squeeze his limp penis, every woman’s eyes staring at him and desiring to do exactly the same.
She aggressively handles his loose scrotum, pressing her fingers deep into his most private place.
“You should feel it ladies,” Miss Warburton drunkenly invites all the mothers. “No point waiting till he’s been sold to the highest bidder!”
Mathew feels like his last defence has been torn down. Now all the women are at liberty to touch him as they please.
The women waste no time, rising from their seats and circling around him like hungry vultures.
“It’s so wittle and pink,” Miss Warburton coos in a baby voice pulling his foreskin back to reveal the shiny head of his penis.
Mathew wants to curl up in defence feeling feminine hands reaching at him from every angle.
But all he can do is lay back helplessly and let them devour him, setting his heart racing with every grope they make to his privates.
The ladies take the opportunity to enjoy firm young Michael’s darkly haired dick and balls as well.
“Just think,” Mrs Fozzard muses running her manicured nails up the inside of his thigh. “This boy has been living a perfectly respectable life - safe and secure with his mum and dad.”
“Now he’s ours,” Mrs Jackson says reaching down possessively for his cock.
Mathew’s head spins around between the group of women, intimidated by the way they are closing in on him. “What can these boys do to impress us?” Mrs Moore asks squeezing his shoulder.
“I bet once his dick gets hard it stays that way for hours,” Mrs Roby says. Michael’s head is buzzing feeling one lady after another grab his virginal dick.
“I’m feeling very hot,” Mrs Atkins says clawing at his bare chest. "Perhaps they could fan me." The drugs and alcohol have increased the women’s sexual excitement making them ravenous.
“I’m feeling hot too but it’ll take more than a fan to cool me down,” Mrs Joint says tousling his stylish hair cut. The women look at each other with an intuitive understanding for what they really want.
“I think their tongues could be put to good use,” Mrs Moore says lifting her legs. The women immediately react shoving the stunned boy’s head down.
“Cool me off fucker,” Mrs Moore sneers grabbing a fistful of his hair and forcing his face into her pussy. Mrs Joint and Mrs Atkins paw at his body and arse.
“Argh!” Mathew whines feeling his face smothered between her legs. The softness and sweet feminine smell overpower him causing his body to shake.
Michael freezes in place. He’s never witnessed such a debauched act in his life! The idea that women could be so sexually aggressive and demanding is mind-blowing.
The combined sensation of Mrs Jackson stroking his penis and the sight of Mathew eating the lady out makes him feel all funny inside, but his mind fights to resist it screaming in his head that this is dirty and evil!
“Use your tongue bitch! Lick her pussy!” the women chant digging their nails into his skull while forcing his face onto her.
It’s so shocking and disgusting to Michael that he feels like he’s going to burn up. Tears are streaming down his face. He thinks in a panic that he has to escape!
“Use your little pink tongue to lick my clit!” Mrs Moore demands laughing and feeling the raw power she has over him.
Seeing that Michael is struggling to escape the women grab hold of and restrain him.
Michael’s entire naked body flails in resistance trying to slip between them, but Mrs Fozzard knees him in the balls and the women grab any part of his body they can get their hands on.
He collapses feeling a sharp pain in his stomach like he’s going to pass out. The women quickly get him into position.
“Now eat my arsehole fucker,” Mrs Joint demands grabbing Mathew by the hair and slamming his face into her arse.
“Yeah lick out her filthy shit canal,” Mrs Moore grins working his face up and down over Mrs Joint's soft cheeks.
Mrs Fozzard flips over and backs onto Michael’s astonished face.
His trembling hands reach up to resist but all he can feel are her smooth buttocks wiggling on his face so his nose and mouth are pushed firmly into her arse crack.
He can feel the warm wet lips of her pussy under the tiny strip of her thong pressing against his mouth.
Mrs Joint turns over and thrusts the screaming boy’s face into her lap ordering him to taste her fuzzy pink muff. The women freely grab at his body from every direction, stroking his muscles and squeezing his privates.
Michael tries to take a sharp breath in under Mrs Fozzard's enormous arse and smells the intoxicating sweaty scent of her warm arsehole.
He gags choking and unable to catch his breath, but she just pushes her arsehole firmly into his face and demands he lick her till she comes all over his pretty little face.
“I said use your tongue cock-sucking monkey shit!” Mrs Joint screams giving him such a hard slap in the face that his head feels like a bell being rung.
The women throw him down. His young defenceless body quivers in shock.
“Now swallow my pussy juice,” Mrs Joint demands bouncing up and down on his face.
“Mmm! Good boy!” she moans feeling his tongue slide over the lips of her pussy. The women come at him from every angle, grabbing and clawing at his body in hunger.
She pulls up his head and works her arse onto his face making him suffocate. All he can do is push his tongue out into the tangy cavern of her pussy.
She cries out in pleasure feeling herself grow wetter by the second while Mrs Moore rips at his perfect young body like she’s about to tear him apart.
She scrapes her nails over his smooth skin howling out insults, “Eat that pussy, you fuck face virgin arse-wipe!!!”
“How can I expect you to service my daughter if you don’t even know how to lick out a pussy?!” she screams.
Michael gasps for breath feeling his chest tighten after being denied air. “Please no!” he moans pitifully, his face flushed and sore lips trembling.
“You’re going to lick us out until your face is wetter than the bottom of a fish barrel!” Mrs Joint sings out while the women gather around to watch in excitement.
She grabs Mathew by the hair and continuously slams his face into her crotch so his tongue slides over her pussy lips and arse crack and his nose feels like it's going to be broken.
Mrs Fozzard doesn’t even bother to respond to Michael’s pleading. She just rams her cheeks in his face again so he’s overcome by the heavy aroma of her arse and is unable to take another breath.
She spreads her legs and grabs him by the hair smothering him, grating her pussy against his soft pristine lips.
The women’s high-pitched jubilant screams reach a glass-breaking pitch while trashing every inch of the innocent boys.
Near-orgasm Mrs Joint claws at Mathew's chest like she’s going to tear him apart.
“I want his cock!” Mrs Moore shrieks in feverish ecstasy.
She grabs his thigh and tears his legs open so his delicate dick and balls are spread out fully for her.
“Let's milk his precious little egg sack until his dick falls off!”
The starved women grab at his thick penis ready to yank him dry.
“Lick me harder!” Mrs Joint demands crushing his face into her crotch. “I’m going to squeeze your hairy little prick until you beg me to stop,” Mrs Moore promises him.
Mrs Fozzard rides his face feeling his youthful tongue lapping at the lips of her pussy. “Oh yeah,” she cries feeling a sense of collective power with the other women.
They all help pulling him by the hair and forcing his face between her legs.
“Slaves 2 and 3 are excellent for licking pussies and curling up naked at your bedside,” Miss Warburton announces feasting her eyes on the debauched sight.
“Next time put that in the auction catalogue!” Mrs Roby cries.
They are like a pack of animals grabbing at the boys’ privates and squeezing the sensitive heads of their cocks as much as they please.
Mrs Roby pulls aside her panties and backs onto Michael’s stricken face shouting, “I want to see how good choir boys are at licking out my arsehole!”
“Stop please!” Michael sings and breathes in quickly seeing Mrs Roby’s arse come down on his face. He feels her sharp heels digging into his torso.
Mrs Jackson lustfully plays with his boyish penis and balls. Mrs Roby’s stomach has been churning from the rich fruity punch and suddenly she releases a loud burgundy fart onto Michael’s trembling face.
“Suck up that shitty arse juice,” Mrs Fozzard orders shoving his face harder into her backside. “Taste your queen's cheesy gift to you!”
“Yeah this one likes the taste of wet pussy!” Mrs Joint says. “His little prick is loving it.”
“Oh yeah! Suck my pink minge hole clean fucker! You love it!” she cries feeling his tongue work around the rim of her foul sphincter.
“He’s drooling! He loves it!” Mrs Fozzard screams squeezing his cheeks. “The filthy wanker boy!”
“You worthless cunt-hungry baby! Lick me out harder!”
Michael makes himself push his tongue out further even though he can’t catch his breath and the bones in his face feel like they are being mashed to a pulp. The manic women laugh in glee pushing him further and further.
“You’re not done yet ugly brat,” Mrs Moore says slamming her arse down on Mathew’s face.
The women moan in ecstasy rubbing their pussies into the boys faces. They feel an intense excitement from taking advantage of them together.
“You like the smell of pussy? You like tasting dirty arseholes?” the women demand. The breathless boys try to obediently nod but are unable to move underneath the sex-crazed ladies. Their heads are spinning like they are on the brink of losing consciousness from lack of air and the trauma of the women forcing themselves on them.
Desperate to get off and high from using such innocent little boys for their sexual pleasure the women bounce on the lads faces harder and faster.
“Yeah! Eat it!” Mrs Moore screams. “You’re going to smell like my arse for months! You belong to me fucker!”
Mathew screams in pain feeling Mrs Joint use his neck tie to bound up his cock and balls. Weakened from near suffocation he can do nothing to stop her.
The tie is roughly tightened around his tender penis and balls. He’s grabbed by the hair and ordered to continue sniffing Mrs Joint’s ripe behind.
She yanks on his newly bound dick ordering him to service her or she’ll tear his nuts right off.
Still reeling from the sensation of having his face pushed into several women’s crotches, Michael is startled when the women suddenly grab his little legs and pull them up in the air.
“A dog could lick pussy better than you!” Mrs Fozzard complains giving him sharp slaps right on his round hairy cheeks.
The smacks reverberate through his body sending bolts of pain shooting up his spine.
“No! I’m sorry!” he whines miserably while futilely struggling to escape. But the women have him bound and are holding him down on the sofa so he can barely move.
The women show his arse no mercy spanking him harder and harder.
All of them want to join in, getting off on smacking his furry innocent bottom as hard as they can and watching the stricken look on his face.
Michael shrieks in pain feeling the women yank fiercely on the tie that’s wrapped around his sore dick.
His legs are pulled firmly back for the battering, revealing his vulnerable little arsehole that no one has ever seen before.
Mrs Jackson spanks and strokes his cheeks which are turning a warm rosy red before the ladies’ delighted eyes.
“We’re going to teach you boys that if you can’t pleasure a woman you’re fucking useless!” Mrs Moore says fiercely.
“Let’s show this ignorant little shit what fucking is all about,” Mrs Roby says staring at Michael’s pretty young face.
“I bet he thinks his arsehole was made only for shitting and farting,” Mrs Jackson laughs while the women hungrily pull his thighs back.
“That hairy pink slit is begging to be penetrated,” Mrs Fozzard says staring lustfully at it.
The gang of women excitedly hold him in place while she eagerly comes at him with a firm rubber dildo.
“If you break him, you buy him!” Miss Warburton reminds them.
The women eagerly watch as Mrs Fozzard rams the dildo into his resistant hole.
Michael feels a sharp burning sensation in his bottom and his entire body goes into shock.
She plunges it all the way in with the women circle around enthusiastically crying, “Fuck the horny little bitch boy!”
“Don’t forget ladies, this little choir boy’s arse has never been touched by a living soul. Work it around to really open him up!”
Mrs Fozzard rotates it to pry his tight arse open.
Michael chokes on his cries, pinned to the sofa by the women’s sharp strong knees. He never believed such pain existed.
Without warning Mrs Fozzard rams the dildo all the way in up to the hilt.
He gives a high-pitched girlish scream and shuts his eyes tight unable to focus on anything other than the intense sensation of being ripped open.
The women are drooling watching the helpless little boy get fucked.
They rub their hands all over his tense, sweating body while Mrs Fozzard works the dildo right up his tight anal cavern.
Michael bites his lip until he almost draws blood. He is unable to endure the unimaginable thing that these women are doing to him.
The women laugh and encourage Mrs Fozzard to fuck him more.
"Fuck that privileged little sucker’s arsehole,” Mrs Jackson sneers. “Shove it in all the way!”
“Please! Miss Warburton!” Michael hisses through his teeth. “Make them stop!”
“I wanted to do this the first time I laid eyes on you!” Miss Warburton screams in delight.
The women laugh and crouch over him, digging their knees and heels into him while grabbing him all over.
“We’re going to fuck your shit hole all afternoon!”
Other women grab at the dildo eager to have a go at shoving it up his rear and watching him squirm in pain.
Michael feels the dildo going deep inside him touching him in places he never knew existed.
“I think the dirty little bugger is starting to like it!” Miss Warburton teases him.
The women laugh seeing from his expression that he’s feeling anything but pleasure.
Michael stubbornly tries to fight it, but the powerful women keep him firmly down treating his body like they own it.
The dildo slides in and out of his arsehole while the women stroke his hair, simultaneously comforting and hurting the vulnerable boy.
The firm, powerful nature of these mothers make him feel that what they are doing to him is painful but necessary. He knows whatever they do he must obey.
Mrs Roby says, “I want to see him on all fours!”
“Yeah, just like a dog!” the women agree forcing him to turn over.
With the dildo still firmly planted up his arsehole, Michael painful pushes himself up on his hands and knees.
His arms and knees are shaking, his body still in shock from the invasion. He almost collapses.
“Come on pussy! We said on all fours!” the women scream at him.
From the stern tone of the women’s voices Michael is able to get himself up as they say.
Immediately they grab his arse again ready to keep penetrating him. He cringes in suspense of what they are going to do.
Mrs Roby takes her turn forcing the dildo in, making it slide in more easily now that he’s in this position.
The horny delirious women hold him down liking that the handsome lad is crouching beneath them like a real slave.
“He’s going to feel this for weeks!” Miss Warburton jubilantly exclaims.
“Maybe we should arse-fuck every spoiled little shit at this school!”
“Yeah,” Mrs Fozzard laughs pulling him by the hair.
The sensation of the hard rubber dildo sliding in and out of his arse is so strange. He knows it must be a bad thing that a well-raised boy like him shouldn’t have to experience.
Mrs Jackson enjoys holding his slight body in place, forcing him to take it up the rear.
Mrs Fozzard slowly pushes it in, making him feel it travel all the way up his arsehole.
The powerful feeling she has causing such intense feeling in him and controlling his strong young body is incredible.
She drives it all the way in until his tight arse won’t receive anymore.
Michael feels bile rising up in his throat in shock like he’s on the brink of being sick.
His arse makes a loud suction sound as she draws the dildo slowly out.
While Mrs Fozzard continues to fuck him, Mrs Roby straddles Mathew’s face testing how his boyish tongue feels against her pussy.
Michael feels every agonizing second of his ordeal dragging by like an eternity. The women could keep him trapped here forever for all he knows.
The hard rubber grates inside him as Mrs Fozzard pushes it in and out.
She watches with excitement and fascination as his pink sphincter closes tightly around the object as she plunges it into him.
“You are marked now fucker,” she says. “You’re nothing but a dirty bitch.”
Michael hangs his head trying to block it all out, but the pain is too intense to ignore.
The women peer closely never having seen a boy being fucked with a dildo like this.
It drives them wild having the freedom to do whatever they want to the boys, freed of all their inhibitions they can act on any impulse they have.
And the best part is that they know these naive lads have to just take it because they don’t know any different.
Their sexy young bodies are perfect for experimenting all their devilish fantasies on.
Watching the dildo plunged deep inside him drives them to the brink of orgasm.
Michael bursts out in tears unable to take anymore. “Help!” he chokes. “Mummy! Help!”
“Shhh!” the women demand stroking his reddened arse.
“We’re your mummy now you shit! Take it like a man!”
“Stop whining bitch!” Mrs Fozzard says mercilessly shoving the dildo into his aching hole.
“Soon the little pervert will be begging for it,” Miss Warburton says taking over.
“Mummy fuck me harder! Fuck my arsehole!” she says in mocking voice.
“That’s what we’ll be hearing by the end of the day!”
Mrs Joint is getting so hot making one boy lick out her pussy while holding the head of the other one as he gets fucked for the first time.
She stares at his face all scrunched up in agony, feeling his muscled body shuddering beneath her touch.
Michael’s will completely drains away, kneeling beneath the overpowering women he can’t do anything but let them have their way.
“Say you want it baby,” Mrs Roby demands. “Beg us for it! Say more please!” “M.. more please!” he manages to say in a voice strained to the very brink.
Mrs Joint and Mrs Roby smile triumphantly and run their hands possessively through his hair.
"Look he's begging for more pussy," Mrs Joint says even though Michael's wearing an expression of supreme pain.
Mrs Roby pulls up her skirt and rubs her pussy all over his red, strained face.
The heady combination of Mrs Roby's moist crotch and the painful dildo being rammed into his arse makes Michael dizzy. He cries out, but is too weakened to resist.
"Don't cry like a baby!" Mrs Fozzard complains giving him a big slap on the arse.
"You take it and say thank you!" Mrs Jackson slides the dildo far up his arse making Michael whimper underneath Mrs Roby's skirt.
"Owe!" he moans pathetically, his eyes brimming with tears.
Mrs Roby grabs the back of his neck and presses his face to her crotch again.
His body shudders feeling himself made to lick her privates again.
"You can lick me out better than that," Mrs Roby encourages him and pushes his head into her.
"Come on, eat it!" Mrs Fozzard commands pushing his face harder. "Eat that pussy little shit!"
Mrs Roby gyrates against his face, smothering him and making it impossible for him to breathe.
His body jerks desperately trying to get some air but Mrs Roby holds his head firmly in place.
"Are you afraid of the taste of our pussies!? Pathetic sissy boy!"
The women feel a feverish desire come over them staring down at the boy's quivering naked body making them claw and tear at his vulnerable back.
They laugh together in excitement at the total control they are exerting over these naive boys for their own pleasure.
"This little pussy-licker is so tight," Mrs Jackson coos pushing the dildo all the way in. "Just feel it!"
Miss Warburton eagerly tests him pulling the dildo in and out.
"Let's see if I can loosen him," Mrs Jackson says pushing his back down so his sweaty arse cheeks rise up higher to receive her fucking him.
Feeling the dildo sink in deeper than before Michael cries out in pain, just as Mrs Roby turns around for more attention to her arsehole.
He feels a sharp pain in his chest, contracting from lack of air, but the women just laugh even harder forcing his face back into Mrs Roby's arse.
"Make your new mommy feel good," Mrs Fozzard moans.
Miss Warburton roughly gropes the boy's shrunken balls and dick taking extreme pleasure in feeling the most vulnerable part of him while the mothers taunt him.
Mrs Fozzard grips him by the hair with all her strength and slams his face into her arse crack so his senses are completely overwhelmed.
Mrs Jackson joyfully plunges the dildo in and out of his arse getting more and more excited by the sensation of fucking the cute teenage boy.
She begins simultaneously spanking him getting so caught up in the excitement.
Miss Warburton joins in slapping him. The women are working the boy until he's on the brink of collapsing.
Michael can barely push his tongue out because he feels like he's going to vomit and his eye-balls feel like they are going to explode.
Mrs Fozzard is grabbing his hair so hard it's making his scalp burn and it feels like she's going to tear it completely out.
Mrs Roby moves up and down, wiping her arse on his innocent young face.
She looks down upon him contemplating how small and pathetic the sexy little boy looks beneath her.
"Smells good doesn't it?" Mrs Fozzard asks pushing his nose right into her hole. "Sniff it good."
Michael automatically obeys inhaling the warm musty scent of her behind.
"Now lick her clean," she commands guiding his mouth back up to her arsehole.
Mrs Fozzard has never felt so powerful and energized in her life controlling this boy's body, working him till he's broken and gasping for breath.
"Shove your tongue up there till she comes!"
Mrs Roby moans in delight, getting off on the feeling of this pure boy servicing her.
His entire body is shaking, painfully trying to continue kneeling and pressing his tender tongue into her hole.
The wild, unhinged women scream excitedly squeezing every drop of pleasure they can get from the boys' bodies. "Eat it slave!" Mrs Jackson commands pushing the dildo up his arse.
Mrs Roby moans louder climbing quickly up to the height of orgasm with the boy lapping feverishly at her arsehole.
"Right there! Lick right around the rim!"
"Feels like his balls are shrinking right up," Miss Warburton announces into the microphone.
Mrs Jackson slides the dildo out and then rams it back in as hard as she can.
Mrs Fozzard takes a look at the way Mrs Jackson is fucking him and asks if she can have another go.
Mrs Jackson gladly presents the boy's arse to her so she can try screwing him with the hard rubber cock.
Mrs Fozzard stares lustfully at his wet throbbing arsehole and plunges it inside him.
"We're going to screw the spunk out of your little balls bitch boy," she promises him.
Miss Warburton tests his balls and says, "I don't think this boy is going to come for years. I doubt he's ever had an orgasm."
The women laugh together liking that they have the power to completely destroy this young innocent.
They stare at his sweet little arse being pumped mercilessly.
Miss Warburton smiles knowing he's never going to forget this. Every hidden desire she's had about the sexy lads at this school comes rushing to the surface.
"Fuck his arse!" she moans.
"Pussy lickers and fuck holes. That's all boys this age are good for anyway, isn't it ladies?"
Miss Warburton is now ravenous for naked schoolboys. "Slaves 4, 5, 6 and 7! On stage NOW!" she barks.
Backstage Alice and Emily have been keeping an eye on the way the mums have been behaving. They have prepared the new slaves fittingly.
A succession of naked, bound and gagged schoolboys stumble onto the stage.
"Move it" she barks. "I want you cowering at my feet!". Fearsomely she cuts the air with her crop.
There is uproar when the mums see who's the first in the naked line of slaves.
His head bowed, muscle-boy James and the other boys are naked and gagged with their school ties.
The boys' wrists are tightly bound behind them.
The boys falter into the spotlight where the ladies will be able to judge the fresh selection of goods.
The parade of unblemished young bodies make a tempting prospect for the greedy sadistic crowd.
Howls of laughter fill the room at the bizarre spectacle of even more naked schoolboys for the women to play with.
Mrs Jackson whistles flirtatiously at the naked thighs, buttocks and genitals being placed before her.
The naked students take their places, heads bowed in deep humiliation.
With their wrists bound they are unable to cover their adolescent privates from the lustful gaze of the crowd.
Coolly Miss Warburton instructs the slaves. "Kneel!" she orders them.
Sweating from fear and shame James obediantly kneels down at his teacher's feet followed by the rest of the boys.
Buttman and James stare at Miss Warburton's evil looking crop, conscious they are totally exposed and unable to protect their most sensitive parts from her.
James' blood runs cold and he stares in fear at the floor, unable to look at the audience scrutinising him. Terrified Buttman stares up at the Mistress of Ceremonies.
Sweat drips down James' hard muscular and naked body as he closes his eyes in dread.
The boys bite down angrily on the school ties tightly gagging their mouths. The women don't want loud screams spoiling the fun.
David looks down at the floor, petrified of what these older, more sadistic, women will want from him.
The line of rounded manly buttocks tremble in the spotlight.
Miss Warburton grabs the length of chain that is tightly binding James' fleshy cock and balls.
A bolt of pain shoots through his body as she pulls the chain up hard. "Ladies, I'm proud to have for sale some absolutely prime beef!" she announces
Unable to protest James has to hobble along closely behind her or risk excrutiating pain and permanent harm. Buttman looks up at her wide-eyed in shock.
"Walkies!" she chirrups
Miss Warburton yanks on the chain proudly looking at her audience, completely unaware she is hurting James' tender parts in the process.
"Watch this one ladies. He's quite a handful." she warns and the women watch in wonder at the naked jock trailing behind her.
Miss Warburton turns to enjoy the sight of the young athlete hobbling clumsily in tow.
She pulls the chain tormenting his cock and balls tighter to bring him to heel.
With only one hockey-pad to protect him James' knees thud painfully onto the stage.
Careful not to provoke punishment he quickly turns to face the crowd of women.
"James Reed, ladies." she begins,
"The Cock of the School!" she mocks.
"And he can be all YOURS!"
"I must warn you an eager young dick like this is liable to blow at any minute from just the slightest provocation," Miss Warburton announces.
She gives the chain a firm tug making his half engorged cock bounce up and down, growing steadily under the pressure from the cock ring the girls secured tightly around his sensitive genitals.
James looks down panting angrily, furious he can do nothing to control it.
"Just imagine the possibilities," she invites the mothers stroking his broad muscular chest with her firm riding crop.
Mrs Jackson immediately conjures an image of the brawny rugby star installed naked on her lawn, arse up to the sky with a sprinkler placed on his big round cheeks.
"You are able to keep his manhood firmly in check with this secure chain and lock. If you are the lucky winner..."
"only you will be given the key!"
The women grin broadly enjoying how the lad's sweaty muscular body gleams under the spotlight.
Miss Warburton cuts the air with her sharp riding crop making a spine-chilling sound.
She can taste how terrified this trembling gang of chained boys are.
“Lets start the bidding at 20 pounds!”
Mrs Fozzard’s hand flies up impulsively. There’s no way she’s going to let a rare chance like this slip through her fingers. She’s going to lead James by the balls all over the neighbourhood making everyone drool.
“Thank you! Aren’t you eager Mrs Fozzard!”
“Do I hear 30?” Their hearts race in excitement while coolly waiting for the right second to jump into the bidding, knowing no one is going to let this lad go easily.
“30 here!” Mrs Atkins is determined to ride his pretty white arse all the way home.
Her body is shaking she’s so desperate to get her hands on this perfect athletic lad.
“40!” Mrs Jackson instantly chimes in hoping to convince everyone she’s not going to be outbid.
“Any higher! Anyone?” Miss Warburton says quickly as the bids rapidly fire out at the stage.
“50!” Mrs Joint’s hand flies up while she pictures James‘ sweet little mouth fixed on her pussy.
“75!” Mrs Jackson shouts mesmerized by the thick sausage between his legs.
“75... do I hear 80? 85?”
“90!” Mrs Lancashire leaps in feeling feverishly hot at the spread of chained young dick laid out before her.
James’ pulse increases hearing his value rise higher and higher. What the fuck do these women want with him?!
Mathew can’t believe his eyes, already having been stunned into silence by the women leaping on top of him.
“100!” Mrs Atkins’ arm sails up, silently vowing to squeeze his sack full of cum dry.
“This is the gorgeous stud the whole world is dying to get their hands on!” Miss Warburton shouts over the throng of women buzzing with excitement.
All their eyes focus on his heavy dick and balls desperate to feel the weight of them in their hands. So tantalizingly within reach!
Having already driven the ladies of the audience into a state of frenzy to get their hands on young James, Miss Warburton tempts them still further...
“And just wait till you get an eyeful of this luscious boy’s rear!”
She guides him around with the riding crop, threatening to give him a sharp slap if he doesn’t comply.
“His arse is so round and muscular you’ll want to spank him over your lap all day long...”
“Show them slave,” she says tugging him by the dick and balls.
James winces feeling his sensitive bits being yanked and obediently turns around on his knees.
He looks down in fear feeling his powerful feminine teacher standing above him with her sharp heels clicking over the stage and brandishing a long riding crop.
“Now ladies, isn’t this arse priceless?” she queries smiling down upon him.
“120 pounds!” Mrs Atkins offers while imagining sinking her teeth into those smooth buns.
“At this age I bet you could ride his bare back for hours!”
Without warning, she whacks his ripe peach arse cheek making him moan beneath his gag.
“These proud boys just require a little more discipline!”
“140!” Mrs Fozzard leaps back in mesmerized by the sweat dripping down his strong back.
“150!” Mrs Lancashire says.
“Bend over and really show these ladies what they’re getting,” Miss Warburton commands.
James shuts his eyes and stiffens unable to comply. He feels that to bend over like this would be too unmanly.
“I said kneel!” Miss Warburton growls threateningly and raises her riding crop. The other boys can only stare on in horror at what's happening to the guy they look up to.
She presses down on his broad hard shoulders while delivering swift, sharp hits to his spine.
“Honestly you boys don’t understand the meaning of authority,” she tuts smacking his arse.
James chokes on his tears bending all the way forward.
She presses firmly down on his trembling back, right in front of his school mates.
“Have a close look at this!” she invites them waving her riding crop perilously close to his vulnerable balls.
“I could think of a million uses for this boy’s arse!”
James buries his face in the floor feeling his entire body burning with humiliation.
His muscles seize up hearing Miss Warburton raise her riding crop again.
“First lets see what it looks like when turned pink and rosy!”
It lands on his arse with a sharp crack.
James gives a muffled howl and kicks his feet, unable to do anything beneath Miss Warburton’s firm hand.
“That warmed him up,” she says to the audience sensuously rubbing his cheeks.
“There’s really nothing better than a nice pair of muscular buns, is there?!”
"Yeah," the voracious women cry loving how the teacher is handling him.
Miss Warburton loves that after years of staring at these sexy sporty lads she’s finally able to have her way with them.
Showing them off to the mothers makes it an even greater thrill, “Just look at this hot arse!”
Overcome with excitement she give his bum a big, hard slap.
The sound of her hand landing with a loud smack on James’ arse travels throughout the assembly hall making the line of waiting boys cringe.
James’ sweating face is rubbed into the dirty carpet as his body rocks forward from the power of Miss Warburton’s spanking.
The crowd of women stare hungrily at his arse sticking straight up in the air with his dick and balls hanging between his massive muscular thighs desperately wanting a piece of him for themselves.
“This spoiled little brat thinks he can pump up his body and then tease us with it,” Miss Warburton says stroking him.
“Well I say we take a look at every inch of him including his hot little man hole!”
She takes a firm hold of his arse cheeks and strongly pulls them apart.
“Yeah, take a look at this hairy crack ladies,” Miss Warburton invites them.
She yanks his arse open so they can get a good view.
The women selfishly peer at his sexy arsehole exposed in the spotlight, excited they are able to get such an unrestricted view of the rugby lad’s most private part.
“What would you give to own this?” she asks bluntly.
“200 pounds!” shouts Mrs Atkins immediately.
With his face mashed into the carpet James winces at the incredible embarrassment of being made to show off his arsehole.
In the absence of having a gavle to smash down, Miss Warburton smacks the boy on the bottom with her riding crop declaring with unrestrained glee,
“SOLD!”
Mrs Atkins grins excitedly. Just because she was the one to purchase the star of the school doesn’t mean she wants to keep him totally to herself. She knows it will be much more fun to flaunt her purchase in front of all the women!
Now that Mrs Atkins owns rugby star James she's ordered that his hands be bound and chained to the ceiling so his body is totally on show and helpless to resist whatever she wants to do to it.
She playfully swings a flogger through the air examining his smooth muscular back. "Right, I’m going to get my 200 pounds worth. Starting now!"
His body is too perfect and handsome. She wants to leave her mark.
She runs the flogger slowly up his spine, staring hungrily at his body.
James breaks out in a cold sweat and his heart races feeling her threateningly run the leather straps up his body.
With unrestrained excitement, Mrs Atkins sends the flogger crashing down on his back.
The straps connect with his skin making a loud snapping sound that causes all the women to smile broadly.
James body jerks forward shocked by the sensation.
Ignoring his obvious distress, Miss Warburton plays with his growing erection with her riding crop.
"What did I tell you?" Miss Warburton remarks to Mrs Moore. "These boys just can't keep their dicks down."
James hangs his head in burning frustration. He's never felt so out of control in his life. When his clothes were stolen during the exam day at least he could run away. Now he's fucking strung up with no way of getting away from these adult women.
"Fit to bursting, isn't he?" Mrs Moore says.
Mrs Atkins slides the flogger up his wet back feeling so powerful having total control over this fit young lad.
She's always wondered what she would do if she had free reign over a gorgeous man of her choosing.
Now that she's been given the opportunity she's going to let every perverted fantasy she's had to come out.
Roaring triumphantly she lashes him with her flogger again.
A kind of mad possession takes over her as she feels the rush of wailing on his defenceless back.
Cumshot stares in stunned amazement at the strange women abusing his mate. He thought their gang was invulnerable, but here they are being reduced to quivering wrecks by a bunch of women!
It makes him feel increasingly queasy hearing the painful noise of leather snapping at flesh and worrying what will happen to him!
The flogger hits his back with tremendous power leaving throbbing red trails all down his smooth skin.
Mrs Atkins feverishly goes at him again and again, wanting to completely trash him.
She sends the flogger flying through the air with all her strength enjoying how his strong shoulders and back shrink away from her.
All the women excitedly cluster around the boy strung up for their pleasure.
James fights back his tears from the painful lashes to his back.
Feelings of extreme arousal from the women fondling his hard dick and the stinging sensation of the flogger become confused in his mind.
"Really James," Miss Warburton mocks him. "An erection in the middle of a school day."
Mrs Atkins laughs stroking his back and feeling the warm marks she's left there.
She invites the ladies to take a look at her handiwork.
"She's completely trashed the little shit!" Mrs Moore loudly declares to the other women.
Mrs Joint reaches around to squeeze his plump arse cheeks and leave some nail marks of her own.
"Awe, are you going to cry," Mrs Moore taunts the strong lad.
James remains resolutely silent while the women laugh in his face.
Mrs Atkins swings the flogger down on his back again with increased power.
Miss Warburton strokes his hard dick and balls with the riding crop enjoying teasing him.
His balls feel tight and full of cum, feeling the attention from the women all around him.
She presses down on the tip of his erection watching how it bounces up again much to James' shame.
The harder James fights with his body to make his erection go down, the more it stiffens to the women's delight.
They stare ravenously at his young cock wanting to play with his handsome muscular body all afternoon.
The women tease him from all sides while James' body is stretched up and chained to the ceiling. His obvious excitement causes them to laugh, tease and prod his body all the more.
The enthusiastic drunken crowd of women are excited to get on to the other lads all lined up for their pleasure. “Next in our auction we have number 6!” Miss Warburton says smacking his chest with the riding crop.
“Bring it on!” the women call out.
“Around school the kids call him Buttman,” she says yanking the chain attached to his cock.
“Now why do you think that is?” she wonders allowed while forcing the shaking lad to turn around.
While giving muffled cries of resistance Miss Warburton makes him bend over with his blushing arse in the air.
“I guess they call him that because his arse is so fucking tight!” she says stroking it with her riding crop.
The women laugh and peer closely at his hairy rump positioned right in the spotlight.
“Stay down,” Miss Warburton warns him strong-arming him into submission. Buttman doesn’t dare physically resist after seeing what happened to his buddy James.
“Shall we have a closer look?” she says to the grinning crowd.
She gives his bottom a few smacks with the riding crop while the women cheer her on.
“This boy strides down the hallway like he fucking owns the place,” she laughs squeezing his arse cheeks and pulling them apart.
“He needs an owner who can really teach him what a butt is for!” The women clap and stare at the bully’s arse spread on display.
“What do you think ladies?!”
“A hard dildo would sort him out,” Mrs Fozzard shouts causing a roar of laughter from the women. Michael looks on at the show aghast while snuggled between the two women.
“Next we have lot number 5!”
David cringes feeling her take up the chain attached to his dick and balls, his body still aching from the pain he received earlier in the day.
Miss Warburton lifts it up for the other women to view and pats his balls.
“The lad has a good sturdy set on him!”
“But I’m afraid he is used goods after an incident in the science lab today.”
“Turn around David and show the ladies your big arse,” she orders him and jerks the chain.
Burning with shame, David bends over for the women to see.
“Come on, you know how to do better than that,” she says.
“Head to the floor!”
She lashes him on the back of the neck with her riding crop.
“I’ve had enough of your nonsense for one day!”
“Have a good look ladies! This oversexed boy can go for hours!”
Mrs Jackson eagerly looks at his big round bottom, imagining spanking him with a big hard paddle.
“David is badly in need of some discipline,” Miss Warburton says smacking his bottom with the riding crop.
The women laugh watching such a smug looking young man being treated in such a humiliating way.
“Look at these luscious round cheeks!” she says grabbing for them.
She pulls them open so the women can see his hairy crack and still tender arsehole.
“Awe... his bumhole is so cute,” she coos.
She squeezes his plump cheeks and pulls them as far apart as she can.
“He’s already been popped, but you could still get a lot of mileage out of this one.”
The women eagerly take a long look at him, getting so turned on by the open display of boy flesh.
David is a shivering wreck beneath his teacher. He doesn’t know how much more of this he can take!
Miss Warburton orders him up again and gives him another satisfying smack to the bottom.
“And finally we have lot number 4,” Miss Warburton says yanking at his penis and balls.
“Affectionately known amongst our students as Cumshot I believe. Wonder where that nickname came from!”
“Quite a successful athlete,” she continues while rubbing his dick.
“But honestly the dumbest student I’ve ever met!”
The women laugh liking the idea of a strong young man who is probably too stupid to even understand he’s being taken advantage of.
“Just an empty head and a sack full of cum...”
She yanks harshly on his balls while smacking them with her riding crop at the same time.
Cumshot groans in agony having his privates treated so roughly.
“He looks a little babyish with his dick hair shaved off, doesn’t he?”
“Turn around!” she orders loudly.
Cumshot immediately complies having learned from watching her handle the other boys that the slightest resistance will earn him a sharp slap.
Enjoying roughing up the frightened lads, Miss Warburton smacks his arse with her riding crop anyway.
“Argh!” he moans under his gag, shuffling awkwardly around on his knees.
“Over!” Miss Warburton gives a deafening shout. “Now!”
In the short time since the auction began she’s developed even more confidence handling these naked young lads. It feels completely natural to her.
She gives his arse a hard smack and declares, “This big stupid lug could be used for a million tasks around the home, right ladies?”
“Oh yes,” Mrs Jackson says rocking forward determined to make a bid on this one.
“Let’s take a closer peek at what our dumb young buck has to offer, shall we?”
“Oh! This one’s got really meaty cheeks!” The women holler with laughter seeing the humiliated lads are on the brink of tears.
She squeezes them and pulls them wide open.
Cumshot feels the angry knot inside him tightening since he's being made to pose in such an intensely unmasculine way.
“Ha! Look at this ladies!”
“Who would have thought a big tough jock would have such a teensy-weensy shit hole?!”
The women cackle with laughter driving Cumshot into an absolute rage.
With so much male flesh on show the women are getting dizzy not knowing where to look next.
Getting so excited by the power she has over these lads and their tender arseholes, Miss Warburton can’t help blurting out every thought that flies into her head.
“It’s kind of small and girlish really, isn’t it?”
The women smile cruelly liking that they are able to completely humiliate these arrogant studs without them being able to do anything back.
Cumshot gets so fed up by being insulted that he wrenches himself away, breathing angrily like a bull.
Miss Warburton unflinchingly delivers a quick blow to his arse with her riding crop.
Her powerful arm grabs his wrist and yanks him up.
Cumshot struggles against the handcuffs around his wrists, his big balls swinging violently between his legs.
“Sit up this instant and behave yourself!” she shouts at him.
“Or I’ll expel you from this school and your parents will take away your precious trust fund!”
“Now!” Miss Warburton says triumphantly facing the group of mothers again. “On with the auction!”
“All these boys are fine stallions ready for riding.”
The embarrassed lads use the last remaining shreds of their energy to continue kneeling while facing the glaring spotlight.
Sweat is pouring down Cumshot. He huffs under his gag trying to regain his breath and fighting to hold back his tears of outrage.
“They each come with a free harness and whip just in case they get out of hand.”
“Oh excellent!” “Yes, very good!” the women murmur.
“Give me your bids and you can take your pick from the lot!"”
“Who’ll start me off at 50 pounds?”
“50 here!” Mrs Jackson yells.
“Thank you Mrs Jackson. You’ve been so eager to get your hands on our scrumptious lads you can have first pick.”
“Come claim which one you want.”
The lads nervously watch the starved older blonde woman coming at them.
“I don’t know which to choose,” Mrs Jackson giggles running her hand over their bare sweating bodies.
“Try the thick hairy one on the end!” Mrs Atkins suggests. “He looks ideal for riding!”
“No I was going to bid 60 pounds for the big stupid one,” Mrs Lancashire complains.
“Very well Mrs Lancashire you take that one,” Miss Warburton offers.
She quickly leaps up to claim her prize.
“I can’t decide between these two,” Mrs Jackson says peering closely at David and Buttman.
“Oh don’t worry Mrs Jackson!” Miss Warburton exclaims. “Take them both!”
“Ah lovely,” she says taking command of their cocks and balls.
“How do you command them?” Mrs Lancashire wonders. “Up boys! Up!” Mrs Jackson giggles tugging at their chains.
“You’re all mine now boy,” Mrs Lancashire gladly informs Cumshot. “And I’m going to squeeze my money’s worth out of you.”
“Come sit with me boys,” Mrs Jackson excitedly tugs them along by the cock and balls. It drives her wild thinking she has two fresh teenage boys to do with what she pleases!
The wild mothers group all the school boys together in a line and freely handle the naked bodies of their new slaves.
"Boy, have you got a girlfriend?" Mrs Atkins asks James while stroking his dick.
James is so overwhelmed by the sensation of a grown women handling his hard dick and balls while another is pressing into him from behind that all he can do is nod. "I bet she's never played with your nipples," Mrs Fozzard teases him.
Mrs Atkins squeezes his stiff young dick, examining closely the smooth pink glans.
The idea that she now actually owns this sexy jock sets in giving her total control over the frightened naked lad.
The fact that she's got this muscular athletic star of the school to play with as much as she wants is sexier than anything she's ever experienced.
She stares hungrily at his hot young sack, imagining it full and how eager he is to cum.
"You belong to us," Mrs Fozzard whispers menacingly in his ear while sliding her hands down the ridges of his chest.
The women crowd around the naked boys letting their eyes flit from one to another and sampling their bodies as if they were at a buffet.
Mrs Atkins rubs his dick against her chest loving the feeling of his hard meat pressed against her.
Miss Warburton pumps Buttman's cock ferociously enjoying that she's finally able to pin down one of these spotty teenage boys for her own selfish pleasure.
Mrs Jackson squeezes David's dick that's received so much pain today, playing with his foreskin by rolling it back and forth over his little pink head.
She laughs at how deeply ashamed the boy obviously is and how much he's resisting getting an erection.
But she skilfully manipulates his young aching penis making it grow and causing David to sweat nervously feeling the desire to ejaculate again.
Mrs Jackson knows that the more boys cum the more they want it. She's determined to drive him to a state where he's so desperate to be allowed sexual gratification that he'll do anything for her.
Confused by the way his teacher has taken control of his cock and feeling light-headed from all the physical attention, Buttman timidly looks down.
This is the kind of situation he would brag to his buddies about, but now that it's happening he doesn't know if he can take it.
He turns very quiet and trembles all over feeling his dick grow harder and harder.
"We're going to eat you up, spoiled little fucker," Miss Warburton promises him.
"What a delicious little boy," Mrs Joint says going in to suck on his tender pink nipple.
She sucks and bites him making him gasp in surprise.
Buttman feels like he's completely losing control sensing the women's hands and mouths on him, his stiff dick desperate for relief.
"I'm going to teach you about restraint," Miss Warburton says squeezing the base of his dick.
"You're not allowed to cum until I let you!" She's determined to enjoy every second of this young lads' bottomless sex drive and boyish body.
Mrs Atkins can taste how horny this big stud has become.
She wraps her fingers around his hot erection and yanks hard on it wanting him to cum for her!
His big shiny head is throbbing and alive in her hand.
"I can feel how much you want it," Mrs Atkins says pumping his cock. "I'm going to show you what you can't have."
Mrs Fozzard moans in excitement clawing at his bulging muscles and broad bare chest.
James is on the brink of orgasm, overwhelmed by the powerful sensation of these dominant women.
He wants to regain control of his body by not showing any emotion and remaining sternly silent, but the intoxicating feeling of their feminine presence all around him is more than he can take.
Mrs Atkins takes her shirt off and teases him by showing him her breasts, wanting him to feel the maximum amount of sexual frustration so he'll be nothing more than a horny, desperate boy who will do anything to relieve his balls.
Mrs Atkins presses her soft chest against his full balls and aching erection.
James feels frightened being so confidently manhandled by these experienced women. They are nothing like most of the girls he’s been with.
Mrs Atkins rubs up against him, stroking his muscular stomach and taking complete selfish pleasure in toying with this hard jock.
“I know all about how you boys talk about me, sitting in the back of the classroom and eyeing me up thinking your dirty fantasies,” Miss Warburton says stroking Buttman’s dick.
“Now you're going to live in my fantasy,” she says squeezing the end of his stiff teenage cock.
Buttman feels completely helpless watching her control his hard dick.
He wants her to continue but feels more nervous than he ever has in his life.
He’s conscious of the women looking at his privates and that they find them extremely arousing.
Buttman has always dreamed women would react to his body this way, but now that it’s actually happening it makes him feel awkward and uncertain.
While at the same time he’s totally powerless now that his teacher has driven him to a trembling state of sexual excitement.
He feels so over excited with these horny women all around him that he could ejaculate at any minute! The idea of actually coming while all these married women watch is fantastic.
“Remember not till I say,” Miss Warburton reminds him. Mrs Joint takes control of his sensitive balls.
“From now on things are going to be different in the classroom,” Miss Warburton says squeezing his dick. “You’ll have to do everything I say!”
Buttman shuts his eyes and nods, willing to agree to anything at this moment.
Mrs Joint strokes his meaty young thighs, running her nails up to the sensitive area between his legs.
The women are ravenously pawing at him enjoying every second of this inexperienced young lad.
The darkness of the auditorium adds to the seedy pleasure the women are taking from these boys making them feel wild and uninhibited.
Mrs Joint squeezes his nipple hard. It stings him at first, but he never knew the sensation could be a source of pleasure before.
Miss Warburton begins slowly stroking his dick, knowing that if she does it any faster he will immediately ejaculate. But for the moment she wants to keep him on edge.
Buttman desperately tries to stop himself from getting overexcited and obey his teacher, but the sensation is incredible. Like nothing he's experienced before.
The women rush between the boys excitedly seeing that they have all grown powerful erections.
Mrs Jackson has ordered Cumshot to jerk off for her.
“I’ve always wanted to watch a boy play with his dick, just like he does masturbating alone in his room,” she says.
“You starved little perverts just can’t help yourself can you?” she says stroking the insides of his hairy thighs.
Cumshot desperately yanks his cock feeling the women surrounding him and watching intently.
Here in the dark of the auditorium it feels like anything can happen.
The women are clawing at him so hungrily it feels like they are going to devour him.
The women watch in fascination as the boy furiously strokes his cock, the veins and muscles of his body straining.
Miss Warburton removes her shirt and looks Buttman right in the face while squeezing his hard dick whispering, “I know you want to fuck me! You want to shoot your load for me!”
The smiling group of women selfishly fondle the row of boys.
The young lads are so horny and desperate to cum, but feel incredibly frustrated that the women are the ones in control of the situation and not them.
Buttman looks over the chaotic sight in disbelief and feels incredibly light headed. He never thought something like this could actually happen.
Mrs Fozzard runs her nails over James muscular chest, taking pleasure in the fit athletic lad.
He wants to ejaculate so badly feeling Mrs Atkins tease him by rubbing her tits against his hard dick.
“The cock of the school eh?” she says sceptically stroking his shaft.
“I bet you’re dying to fuck me right now aren’t you dirty boy?” she says hungrily stroking his dick. “You want to touch me?”
James reaches out for her with a trembling hand wishing to really grab her and pin her to the floor.
Mrs Atkins laughs and takes hold of his dick again enjoying driving him crazy. “I want to see how hard you can make it slave boy,” she says.
His dick is now throbbing hot.
Mrs Atkins squeezes his cock and strokes it feeling the stiff muscle slide through her hand.
She wants to jerk this arrogant stud for all he’s worth.
James pants excitedly, wanting to take control but intimidated by the way these women are aggressively grabbing at him.
He shuts his eyes trying to resist their teasing and tempting, but their heavy feminine scent and soft moans of excitement are all around him.
Mrs Atkins roughly strokes the silky skin of the rugby player’s cock.
It feels like with the slightest effort she could make him shoot his load, but she’s enjoying just fondling and caressing his body.
James breath quickens, his entire body quivering with the sharp desire for release.
The women maliciously claw at the boys’ bodies ready to do whatever they want with them.
Beads of sweat form on James’ face, feeling overwhelmed by the ravenous women.
Mrs Fozzard stares at his throbbing erection and squeezes the hard muscles of his chest willing him to come for her.
“Shoot your fucking load for us you thick piece of shit,” she orders him.
Mrs Atkins guides her slave’s hand to his dick and James instantly takes over jerking it at their command.
He’s so desperate to come he furiously pumps it even though the women have made him feel small and perverted for wanting it so badly.
James muscles strain to breaking point as sperm erupts from his dick and the women go wild grappling with him.
Mrs Atkins leans into his hard body smelling the hot masculine scent of this naked boy at his most vulnerable.
She wraps her arms around him feeling how he is weak and breathless.
The big athletic star has turned into a trembling boy drained of energy.
James feels absolutely spent and tiny next to these powerful women.
Mrs Atkins strokes his tousled hair and cradles his naked body against her.
He’s sprayed his juice all over the school’s floor.
Mrs Atkins looks at his aching erection still leaking cum.
She feels a deep satisfaction from having made him lose control of himself like that.
He awkwardly holds onto his hard dick unsure what to do now, feeling the quickly cooling cum dripping down his fingers.
Mrs Atkins laughs making James cringe in embarrassment.
“Look at that! A big boy like you needs to be milked regularly.”
She leans in smelling the raw sex on his sweating muscular body once more.
“Look at what I made this one do!” she says to the other ladies.
James sits there holding his dick and feeling very dirty. He can’t believe he just ejaculated in front of the large group of mothers!
Mrs Atkins holds her weakened, exhausted slave’s naked body drenched in sweat and kisses his cheek.
The women all gather around Buttman stroking his young body and enjoying how tense and reluctant he looks trapped between them.
“This one doesn’t look like he knows how to satisfy a lady yet,” Mrs Moore remarks making all the women laugh.
“No, look at him! He’s trembling like a scared little boy,” Mrs Joint adds.
“I know he certainly thinks about it enough,” Miss Warburton says slowly stroking his hard dick.
“He tries to hide the bulge under his desk in class!”
Buttman bristles hearing the women talk about him like this making him feel small and immature.
But at the same time the way Miss Warburton is handling his dick feels so good. The sensitive head of his cock is tingling, begging for attention.
The sensation of having all these women peering down at his cock swelling is almost unbearable.
“Looks like this one’s well under control,” Mrs Atkins says joining the group.
“Can I have a feel?” she asks greedily reaching down for his dick.
“Still has some growing to do I reckon.” The women’s laughter crushes Buttman.
“But he’s already leaking,” she adds wiping at the clear drops of precum that have seeped out of the slit of his dick.
“He doesn’t look like he even knows how to handle himself yet,” Mrs Joint remarks stroking his thigh.
“That’s why we try to teach them how. We give a very full education here,” Miss Warburton assures her.
“These greasy young boys don’t know how sexy they are,” Mrs Atkins says jerking his dick.
Buttman is terrified feeling the women crowd all around him, panting excitedly while devouring his body.
Together the women are getting overexcited and feverish like he’s a new toy they all want to play with.
In his mind Buttman wants to cry out and take control of the situation, but he’s frozen in place feeling helpless with his throbbing dick being the centre of attention.
Mrs Atkins feels very dirty handling the naked lad in the dark auditorium knowing he’s so immature and defenceless.
“You want to come for us don’t you boy,” Miss Warburton says taking his cock again.
Feeling that familiar incredible sensation in his dick heightened by the intensity of having a group of experienced women all around him, Buttman does want to ejaculate more than he ever has in his life.
Mrs Jackson curiously squeezes Cumshot’s full balls after ordering him to masturbate for her.
She loves watching him jerk his dick knowing how eagerly this hot young jock wants to come.
It’s wild having this hairy young athlete spread out in front of her and desperately horny.
She stares closely at the veins in his dick straining and his ripe full head.
He jerks it self consciously knowing she’s just inches away from him.
Mrs Jackson fondles his massive body spread out in front of her.
Cumshot feels like he’s sinking in the middle of this group of dominant sexy women.
Mrs Roby whispers in his ear that she wants to see him shoot his load.
He jerks his cock like a maniac desperate to fulfil her request.
The sensation of having the women all around him drives him to the edge.
“Come for me,” Mrs Jackson demands.
Unable to control himself Cumshot squeezes his balls and furiously pumps his cock.
His hunches over and groans loudly to the women’s delight, his muscles straining and pumping to give him relief.
With tremendous power a long stream of cum shoots out of his dick.
Smiling with selfish pleasure the women crowd around to watch the big stud unload his balls.
His wet dick feels incredibly sensitive coming more powerfully than he ever has in his life.
All the women hungrily watch him shoot his hot cum all over the floor.
They laugh together feeling a buzz of excitement knowing they’ve driven this big strong boy to lose it for them.
Cumshot feels his own cum dripping down his leg and foot.
Dizzy and completely spent, he holds his dripping hard dick out for the women to look and laugh at feeling like he really belongs to them now.
Miss Warburton stares up into Buttman's face seeing how utterly desperate and horny she has made him.
She thinks this boy who normally struts down the school hallways looking totally smug and confident can be easily controlled when you've got your hand wrapped around his hard dick.
His warm cock pulses in her hand and she can feel he's nearing the brink.
"Come on ladies," Miss Warburton invites them. "Take a good look at this dirty wanker."
"He's quite the bully around school and needs someone to take firm control..."
Together she and Mrs Joint grab his hard dick and squeeze it till he squirms in his seat.
Overcome with lust and fuck hunger Buttman leans forward with lips open, desperate to kiss his teacher.
At the same time, his balls feel warm and full and he is dying to come all over her.
The women circle around him, running their nails over his sweaty smooth skin.
"Let's make the ugly bully spill his balls for us," Mrs Fozzard says.
He wants to curl up underneath his teacher so she can protect him from their judgemental, penetrating stares and hungry hands.
Miss Warburton strokes his dick making him writhe with pleasure and forcing him to accept everything these women want to say or do to him.
The women crowd around him squeezing his flesh seeing his cock is hard and on the brink of explosion.
"Not yet," Miss Warburton says holding firmly his shiny cock head leaking precum.
The sensation of being made to restrain the orgasm he so desperately wants is unbearable.
She slowly pulls the tight skin of his dick up and down again.
He sighs with pleasure, feeling the cum ready to rush up through his shaft.
"You want to come for us?" Miss Warburton asks. "Yes! please!" Buttman says hoarsely making the women laugh.
"I think you should do it yourself... show us who the real wanker is!"
She holds onto his dick giving it a final few strokes.
He swallows hard, nervous about what she's ordering him to do but unable to suppress his raging desire to come.
“Go on you pathetic shit! Wank it for us! Do it!”
He instantly complies taking his dick in his fist and stroking it like mad.
He violently lunges forward feeling every muscle in his body reacting to his intense sexual excitement.
The women laugh, delighted he’s been driven to such an uncontrolled state.
Their mouths are watering watching the horny boy pleasure himself.
“Shoot it wanker boy!” Mrs Joint demands.
Right at her command he feels a huge rush as the cum flies out of his dick.
The women sigh and moan excitedly watching him hit his peak.
The feeling of coming in front of this large group of commanding women is the most amazing sensation he’s ever had.
Unable to stop, he pumps his cock making cum gush out all over the floor.
His entire body thrusts in motion with his stroking.
“You couldn’t control it could you, pervert!” Miss Warburton teases him. The women stand over and laugh at the boy pathetically holding his dripping cock like a mischievous gang.
Mrs Atkins leaps onto smooth chested, frightened-looking David wanting him for her own selfish pleasure.
She eagerly pumps his hard cock with its eager red head.
David lips are quivering feeling the painful sensation of her working on his dick since it’s already been worked on and drained today.
But he doesn’t dare say anything to this strange women who doesn’t seem to give a damn about what he’s feeling!
He squirms awkwardly in his seat, feeling pressure on his aching anus and a bizarre sense of pleasure, wanting to come again right in front of everyone.
He looks down at the older woman who has taken possession of his cock.
Mrs Atkins presses his burning dick to her soft chest just like James’.
She likes feeling how these boys respond to her body, desperately wanting to touch and caress her but knowing they can’t.
She can’t get enough of these boys cocks and wants to play with one after the other all day.
She's never seen this lad before but his smooth body and youthful muscles are so attractive to her.
Becoming erect so easily these horny lads feel like they could go on for hours.
She pumps his dick until she feels like just sitting back and watching him work on it. She orders him to wank for her.
Mrs Roby and Mrs Lancashire come to watch him too seeing that he’s at that flushed state where he just can’t control himself any longer.
Mrs Atkins rubs up against David’s body and feels his heart pumping furiously in his chest.
They watch how his young foreskin gets pushed back and forth over his enflamed head.
David wanks his big horn in a frenzy, jerking up and down from the chair.
The women stare down at the nervous looking boy pulling on his engorged dick in panic.
With his legs pulled wide apart David recalls what how it felt, bound under the science table, penetrated and screwed by the girls with their fucking machine.
His hot young sperm gushing out of his prick right in front of his teacher, the girls and the governess!
His dick stings while he quickly strokes it for the greedy women, but he can also feel his sensitive balls tightening and wanting to come.
"Watch! He's going to blow!" Mrs Atkins says to the other ladies feeling the tell-tale stiffening of David's muscles.
David whimpers, his entire body shaking, overcome with sex, jerking his stiff dick in front of these women.
The women avidly stare and clutch onto him seeing his enflamed dick spilling his young semen all over the floor.
The women stare enthralled by this straight-laced boy ejaculating right in front of them.
Extreme feelings of pleasure run through David’s body, yet an intense ache in his balls as the contents of his nuts shoot out.
Although he moans in pain the demanding women continue ordering him to pump his dick and David feels like he can’t stop.
He stares helplessly at his red dick spilling his cum realizing that the women are excitedly reacting to the sight of it.
The women smile with deep satisfaction feeling so turned on and wet watching him pump his cum onto the floor.
"Ahh!" the ladies sigh deeply.
“Aren’t you a dirty boy,” Mrs Atkins murmurs clawing up his thighs.
He feels a familiar painful pleasure pumping every last drop of his cum out for the women.
It makes him feel more intensely alive when he's made to do this.
He feels like THE MAN.
Mrs Atkins leans in and bites his little pink nipple.
“His heart is racing!” she tells the ladies.
David feels completely worn out and drained now that these women have turned him into nothing more than their plaything.
His dick has been rubbed raw.
David looks down at his still hot sperm once again gracing the school floor.
"I could eat little boys like you up," Mrs Atkins says.
David shamefully squeezes the last dregs of his cum out in front of the mothers. .
“It’s a wonder these boys’ dicks don’t fall off with the daily work outs they give them,” Mrs Roby says.
“The filthy perverts would do it every hour if we ordered them to,” Mrs Atkins says
David bows his head in shame knowing that he would if given the chance.
Slowly the mums begin to come around from the effects of the spiked punch they have been drinking. They each remember everything that has happened, except their own part in it!
“I didn’t realize these school functions could be so entertaining,” Mrs Lancashire says as if she'd just been to a normal school function.
The erotically charged women laugh and fan themselves feeling exactly the same way. Perhaps if they all act like it was a dream.
Buttman rubs his face feeling completely exhausted and like he's been taken complete advantage of.
Miss Warburton comes back to herself, amazed at what they all just did but strangely not regretting a second of it.
“We do get to take these boys home with us, don’t we?” Mrs Atkins wonders. “Absolutely!” Miss Warburton says. “After all, they do belong to you now.”
David shuts his eyes, trying to block out the horrific events of the day but knowing that they are going to be running through his mind for years to come.
Emily creeps back into the auditorium, having surreptitiously been watching the events from back stage.
The spiked punch they gave to their teacher and all the mothers has worked better than they ever dreamed it could!
She stares at the row of lethargic naked boys.
A gigantic grin spreads across her face at the scene.
“Anyone want more drinks?” she asks cheekily.
“No thank you Emily,” Miss Warburton replies remembering that Emily's punch seems to make her hotter not cooler.
Miss Warburton wonders for a moment why Emily is winking at her.
Emily giggles at the sight of all the dripping boys' dicks and runs off to tell her schoolmates about them.
"We barely made any money for the new school minibus," Miss Warburton thinks. "I suppose we'll have to come up with some other way to raise the funds."
The women eagerly discuss the boys, comparing their favourites and speculating what they’d like to use their new slaves for. Miss Warburton surveys her naked, wasted students feeling confident there will be many more days like this at St Dunstan’s now that she's seen the what she can do with the boys... and some of the teachers.
Warning: Contains spoilers. Don't look if you haven't seen the story yet.
It's freezing. Shot in a real girls-school toilet, at the only time we could get the location - December 23rd 2003! It is absolutely freezing. Behind the camera we are all in coats and thermals. In between takes Jordan is placed under blankets with a fan heater.
Just before Tracy drops hot cigarette ash into Jordan's mouth. Jordan is a biochemistry student and we find out here that he's already done it as an experiment with friends and is perfectly happy to do the scene.
All the strip lighting fought with our tungsten lights playing havoc with the cameras. The colour kept changing. All the cameras were replaced after this shoot.
Taking a breather from kissing girls' shoes. Jordan was about to go back to Bulgaria for his national service duty. Licking and kissing shoes was no problem.
Jordan examining his arse after many whacks from the girls. Now he has a freezing cold sink to sit on! He was very stoic.
Is this where we find out one of the cameramen is a Manchester United fan and objects to us wiping up Jordan's cum with the Man U Kit? The fluorescent lighting made everyone look a bit green.
Jordan play acting much to Suzanne's amusement. We didn't get on with Suzanne. Last year she appeared in British tabloid "The News of the World" where she was described as the most vile person the journalist has ever met!
James and Joe in their first ever scene. Everything had to be shot out of sequence and they haven't even met the girls yet.
Joe and James corpsing. Stephanie scolding them has put them off their lines.
I think something's come out? Stephanie has just dressed James in a thong but left one vital organ hanging out. James is 20 years old but has very dangling balls. I think it's because he's only ever worn boxer shorts. Oh look there's a microphone in the top right of the shot too.
You're not supposed to be enjoying it! Paul, aka David, sees the funny side of being shagged by 3 school girls and a robot.
During a rehearsal of Dorothy spanking James. We only had 4 pairs of thongs so couldn't risk ripping them all on lousy takes.
Dorothy probably being told to really go for it. No one cares to ask what James might think!
A good director will push his actors. The spanking was shot several times to make sure James has a lovely pink bottom and Dorothy is confident to give strong smacks. But after each take I think she feels more than a little sorry for him.
Both enjoying their work. Dorothy loves young men and James is an adrenaline junky more used to sky-diving and snowboarding. A perfect match.
The shot just after Paul ejaculates under the table, which he did. But this scene was shot out of sequence...
...allowing someone to go to the toilet.
The scene is as follows: "The girls see a flash of male flesh in the corner of their eyes.
Oh my god! Katey, has Brad got his shirt off? Tabatha whispers to her and strains to see over the bonnet of the car. Katey and Tabatha need something to look at so James and Joe stand on their marks...
Miss Warburton corpsing after telling off David.
Miss Warburton getting carried away smacking David.
Miss Warburton and Tracy corpsing Paul was the only male actor in this story and really took it. Miss Warburton thoroughly enjoyed smacking him the several times we needed to get the angles.
James stays in character but Joe can't seperate his enjoyment at being caught naked by the 2 girls.
We have to cut because Joe is grinning so much.
This scene begins on an overcast day...
...in fact it was starting to rain...
...so we have to finish it the next day. In blazing sunshine!
Enjoying the attention from passersby.
We have an audience. Although the whole street knows what we're filming they can't help looking from their upstairs' windows.
Katey notices spectators from across the road too. Everyone carries on regardless.
Don't hate me because I'm gorgeous. Russell was an 11th hour replacement for Mr Nicholas, played by Wayne, who was put out of action by the previous day's Notting Hill Carnival in London.
Does anyone remember Hart to Hart?
Satisfied? Seconds after Dean, who plays Michael, literally has his anal virginity taken away. Dean was determined to do this scene to put it down to experience. This is what he was doing the previous night...
Naked rugby initiation. Dean is a first year University student and has just joined the rugby team which means a naked initiation ritual in the Uni bar. Coming soon - Biology Lesson out-takes and the Mixed Swimming scene the authorities didn't want us to film!
