The New Boy
Schooldays are the best years of your life. Whoever said that must've been a grown-up. With raging hormones the later school years are more often than not utter hell for the poor youngsters who go through it. The classroom becomes a cauldron of lust, longing and desire. When you fall head over heals in love for the first time, sometimes it can be beautiful, sometimes a nightmare and sometimes, just sometimes, something else happens that you'll cherish for the rest of your life...Schooldays are the best years of your life. Whoever said that must've been a grown-up. With raging hormones the later school years are more often than not utter hell for the poor youngsters who go through it. The classroom becomes a cauldron of lust, longing and desire. When you fall head over heals in love for the first time, sometimes it can be beautiful, sometimes a nightmare and sometimes, just sometimes, something else happens that you'll cherish for the rest of your life...
It's lunchtime at St Dunstans School.
The students hanging around the corridors are eating their sandwiches...
...drinking soft drinks...
...and gossiping.
"It's good now we've merged with St Dunstan's School." enthuses Joanne, "Now we'll get to see more of the boys."
"Yeah, some of them are well fit. Look at Barnaby talking to that new boy." replies Molly, swooning.
"Mmm. He's gorgeous." says Joanne,
"He's in the soccer team."
"Is he? Ooh, I'd love to see him in shorts!" replies Molly.
"Or both of them in shorts. That new boy Jason is so fit."
"I wonder if they're training tonight. We can watch them running around in shorts."
"Go and ask them!" suggests Joanne.
"No! You go and ask them!" argues Molly.
"NO! YOU go and ask them!"
Meanwhile Barnaby and Jason are having a serious adult discussion.
"My Dad's going to sue the Education Authority actually."
"Good on him."
"I worked bloody hard to pass that scholarship exam during the Summer only to find that they've gone and merged the school with these lower class trollops from St Catherines."
"I know what you mean." agrees Barnaby, "Your Dad's a stickler for education."
"Too right. He won't give me any bloody allowance. He says I'll waste it...
...He buys me all the books I need but won't give me a measly 60 quid for the new Manchester United strip."
But then, "Look out!" exclaims Barnaby.
"What?"
"A couple of lower class tramps are coming this way." Barnaby adds in hushed tones.
Joanne and Molly have plucked up the courage to go and speak to the new boy but at the last second Molly loses her nerve.
Seeing that Molly has talked herself out of it Joanne decides to help her...
Joanne gives her a violent shove right into Jason.
"Sorry" giggles Molly self-consciously.
"Do you mind?!" barks Jason.
Seizing her chance Molly talks to him. "Are you Jason?"
"Yes. That's right."
"You're new aren't you?" asks Molly.
"Yes." he replies, looking her up and down.
"Have you joined the football team?" asks Joanne excitedly.
"Is he training with you after school?" Molly asks Barnaby.
Jason wonders what all these questions are leading to.
"You are aren't you?" asks Barnaby.
"What about it?" asks Jason coolly.
"Can we come and watch?" asks Joanne.
Jason doesn't reply but finds the girls' interest amusing.
"What're you doing after?" asks Molly hopefully, "Do you want to come and see 'Love Actually' at the Cineplex with us...errrm...I mean ME?"
"US" adds Joanne not wanting to miss her chance with him.
Jason thinks for a second and then bursts into fits of laughter.
At first they are pleased but after a moment Joanne and Molly realise that Jason is actually laughing AT them.
"With you? Are you out of your minds?"
"Jesus Barnaby, imagine if my Dad saw me out with a pair of peasant tarts like these two!"
"If I went out with you two not only would me Dad cut cut me off without a penny...
...he'd probably have me committed!"
Barnaby sees Joanne and Molly looking upset, but Jason isn't finished.
"And I wouldn't blame him!"
"PISS OFF!" shouts Jason.
Bursting into tears Joanne and Molly scurry off.
"'Love Actually'?!"
“Fucking low-lifes!" adds Jason, sniggering.
Now that the St Catherines girls are official students of St Dunstans they are eager to mark their new territory. The naive new boy Jason has done his best to insult two of St Catherines most sensitive (and homely) girls. He thinks his male chauvinist behaviour will go down well with the lads. The problem is that you don't pester a St Catherines girl and get away with it. Before you know it a whole pack of them be on you like a swarm of bees. Sweet and innocent looking, but utterly merciless.Now that the St Catherines girls are official students of St Dunstans they are eager to mark their new territory. The naive new boy Jason has done his best to insult two of St Catherines most sensitive (and homely) girls. He thinks his male chauvinist behaviour will go down well with the lads. The problem is that you don't pester a St Catherines girl and get away with it. Before you know it a whole pack of them be on you like a swarm of bees. Sweet and innocent looking, but utterly merciless.
Sheila and Tracey are finished with their lunches, but they're considering cutting out on their next class.
"I’m bursting for a fag," Sheila sighs.
"Let’s bunk off down the precinct for a couple of hours. I need to get a new packet," Tracey suggests.
It only takes one of them to throw out a naughty idea to get the other one to enthusiastically follow.
Shelia is about to agree when she spots a tearful Molly and Joanne stomping down the hall.
"What’s up with these two," Sheila mumbles.
"What’s wrong?" she asks them.
"The new boy..." Joanne snivels.
"Jason! He called us tramps and sluts!"
"In front of Barnaby," Molly says indignant.
"Jason?" Tracey says flipping through the list of boys in her mind.
"He said he wouldn’t be seen dead going out with us," Molly says choking up and trying to fight back the tears.
"He’s the new boy," Sheila explains to Tracey.
"Cute arse," Sheila says with a wicked smile crossing her face.
A light clicks on and Tracey says knowingly, "Oh!"
Joanne chokes up and wonders why boys have to be such pricks.
Meanwhile, Jason is still chatting casually with Barnaby, "Yeah I wanted the new “Real” kit but my Dad won’t even give me the money for the Man U strip the bastard."
"He can easily afford it?"
"Of course he can, but he doesn’t believe in “frivolous stuff” like replica kits! He’ll spend a fortune on me if it’s going towards my education."
"Why don’t you get a paper round?"
"A paper round!" Jason says with disgust. "Delivering the Daily Express to a bunch of proles like whoever dropped those 2 vermin a minute ago!"
"How else are you going to get it?" Barnaby shrugs.
"Hey, that Richard Chester told me that a couple of St Catherine’s girls shop lift."
Barnaby's blood goes cold. "Don’t get involved. Stealing’s wrong," he says too humiliated to admit why he shouldn't get mixed up with St Catherines girls.
"It won’t be me doing it. Watch this," he smiles confidently.
"You two. Come here!" he demands.
Sheila sneers at him while Tracey pretends the boys aren't even there.
Sheila's first impulse is to grab his balls and twist them while strolling past, but thinks it's best to show him what she can really do when he's more vulnerable.
"Hey, I’ve heard stories about you," Jason says nastily.
He grabs her but Tracey easily shrugs him off, "Oh yeah!"
"Yeah. Don’t piss about," he calls after them.
Sheila and Tracey huddle in a corner and whisper quickly to each other. Tracey snickers and Jason storms after them.
Jason can't believe the nerve of these girls breezing past him like he's nothing. They ought to have more respect.
Pushing aside a momentary feeling of intimidation, he works up the nerve to put these trollops in their place.
"I need something doing. A service," he says in a low voice.
The girls interest perks smelling an opportunity.
"Look, you know 'Super Sports' in town?"
"So?" Tracey is unimpressed.
"Ever nicked anything from it," he says quickly.
"Listen, what sort of girls do you think we are?" Tracey says defensively making Sheila giggle.
"Stealing’s wrong," Sheila says with mock innocence. "This new boy’s a one isn’t he."
"Don’t muck about. Richard Chester’s told me all about you."
"Richard Chester?" real laughter erupts from Sheila.
"How’s his bum?!" she shrieks.
"Eh?" Jason is completely perplexed.
"What’s he told you?" Tracey says suspiciously.
"Never mind. I need the new Man U kit. Shorts and shirt."
"Nick it for me," Jason whispers to them. The girls wait impatiently for him to continue.
"I’ll pay you."
"Ten pounds," Tracey says quickly. "Have you got ten pounds?"
"Of course. Medium size. Go now. I’ll pay you at the end of lunch." "Meet me by the girl’s toilet in half an hour," Tracey replies.
Jason nervously looks at his watch. It's not long before his next class.
He hears the sound of Tracey's shoes tapping up the stairs. She says in a low voice, "I nicked one of their carrier bags too! I got you the kit AND Ryan Gigg’s 2004 boxer-shorts."
"Give ‘em here," Jason demands.
"Not here," Tracey insists and scans the hall and stairwell.
"It’s empty, come in here," Tracey demands.
Jason nervously follows her into the girls' toilet that smells of stale cigarette smoke.
He's never been in a girl's toilet before. His body shivers in fear of going into somewhere so forbidden.
"Give ‘em here," he insists.
He reaches for them but Tracey quickly whips the bag away.
"Not so fast."
“Carrying this around is too suspicious. Put the kit on under your uniform," she explains.
Jason is about to protest but...
They hear the sound of a girl pushing through the doors.
"Quick, in the cubicle," Tracey demands.
Jason dashes inside so fast he almost crashes into the door.
Tracey flies into the adjacent one.
They both lock their doors.
"Get undressed so you can put the kit on," Tracey whispers through the wooden wall.
Jason's heart is hammering in his chest. He wonders if he should just dash out now, but he's terrified he'll get caught.
He quietly undoes his jacket swiping aside his common sense.
More than the kit, he wants to prove what he can get done to the other guys.
He pictures how impressed they'll all be.
Tracey licks her lips and patiently waits for what's to come.
The sound of his belt clicking in the echoing room makes him go more slowly.
Stripping down in this unfamiliar environment is strange and terrifying for him.
He throws his clothes onto the floor eager to get this over with.
Now that the cool air is on his exposed dick and bollocks he's overcome with a near panic.
Tracey lightly knocks on the wall.
The sound startles Jason so he almost falls over as does the sight of Tracey's hand reaching over the wall.
"£10!" Tracey demands.
Jason instinctively reaches for his pocket and grabs his bare flesh.
He hunches down and digs wildly through his pockets.
He flips down the toilet lid so he can crawl up and pass it over to her.
Jason thinks, "Just give it to her, I'll get the kit and get out of here. No problem."
Tracey snaps up the crumpled note and her hand disappears.
He nervously attempts to look over the partition but can't see her.
The seconds tick by while he waits for her to pass the kit over.
He starts sweating while thinking in terror, "What's that stupid bitch doing?!"
Ever so quietly Tracey bends down and slides her hand beneath the wall.
With lightening speed she snatches through Jason's clothes to her side.
She grabs his shirt and jacket as well, her chest shaking with laughter.
Jason looks down in horror just in time to see his tie snake beneath the partition.
He leaps to the floor but he's too late. "Shit!" he says in a loud whisper.
Jason can't fucking believe it!
"What the hell is that bitch up to?" he screams in his mind.
The sound of Tracey's laughter comes through the wall.
"Tracey!" Jason whispers...
And then louder, "Tracey! Give me back my bloody clothes!"
Tracey cradles his clothes and thinks, "Serves the spineless git right!"
"Tracey!" Jason says looking at the bare wall in total panic.
"Shit! Fucking bitch!" he says with wild emotions hammering in his head. How the hell is he going to get out of this?!
Ever have one of those nightmares where you find yourself naked and the centre of attention at school? It's just become Jason's reality! It was his unfortunate mistake to ever trust a girl with a bad reputation. Trapped in a girls' toilet stall stark naked he futilely curses Tracey while she makes a dash with his uniform. Overcome with terror he hears the sound of someone else loudly stomping into the toilets...Ever have one of those nightmares where you find yourself naked and the centre of attention at school? It's just become Jason's reality! It was his unfortunate mistake to ever trust a girl with a bad reputation. Trapped in a girls' toilet stall stark naked he futilely curses Tracey while she makes a dash with his uniform. Overcome with terror he hears the sound of someone else loudly stomping into the toilets...
With his eyes brimming with tears, Jason knocks on the wall and whispers loudly "Tracey!"
Tracey flings the stall door open and is delighted to see Suzanne standing in front of the mirror.
Suzanne adjusts her shirt wondering why Mrs Nash told her off for wearing such a bright bra today. She thinks it looks hot.
"Hi Suzanne!" Tracey says loud enough for Jason to hear.
"Hi Tracey," she answers startled.
"What's up?" Tracey asks proudly clutching Jason's clothes to her chest.
"There’s no paper in those cubicles."
"I'm waiting for that one but they’re taking ages."
Jason's heart thumps loudly in his chest. "What the fuck am I going to do?" he thinks while listening to the girls' every word.
Suzanne looks down at the heap of clothes in confusion, "What are those?"
"Just some dirty rags to throw away," Tracey replies loudly and suppressing a chuckle.
Jason’s whole body tenses. He’s about to pound on the door and demand that she give him back his clothes, but he stops himself out of a fear of being discovered.
“Lessons are starting in a minute,” Tracey waves. “I’m on a free,” Suzanne smiles. “See you later then.”
Suzanne walks up to the closed cubicle and taps her foot loudly hoping to intimidate whoever is inside.
Tired of being subtle she punches the door causing it to clank loudly against its old metal lock.
Jason squirms, his naked sweating body rubbing against the cold walls. He looks around wildly for an escape even though he knows there’s no way out except through that door!
“Hurry up!” Suzanne screeches. “Someone else is waiting here you know!”
Jason sees the door vibrate again while Suzanne bashes on it even harder. He can’t speak, standing paralysed against the wall. Every part of his exposed body feels painfully alive.
Molly and Joanne, still recovering from the vicious insults Jason gave them, are discussing going outside for a smoke.
"Oi you two," Tracey says to them.
"Sheila wants to see you."
"She’s in the middle cubicle in there," she says suggestively.
Joanne is intrigued by the tone of her voice. "I've seen that look in Tracey's eyes before," she thinks.
Tracey doesn't give them any more clues. She struts off laughing to herself.
Joanne and Molly rush down the corridor to the loo to see what's going on.
Suzanne continues slapping the door and says, "Whoever is in there, you're going to be sorry! Why can't you even say something?"
She listens impatiently for a reply. The only sound she thinks she can make out is of someone breathing quickly inside.
"Are you waiting for Sheila too?" Molly asks.
"Sheila?" Suzanne says in surprise. "Is that who it is?"
"Come on Sheila it’s only us. Hurry up!" Joanne demands.
"What are you up to?"
Jason's panic has risen to total alarm. The sound of the girls shoes clicking on the floor while they pace outside the cubicle is terrifying!
A loud knock to the door makes his legs go weak. All he can think of is the eyes of all the girls in the school looking over his naked body and laughing at him. He'll be made to leave this new school and never come back!
"It's only us," Suzanne insists knocking on the door again.
Sheila giggles seeing the other girls crowded outside the stall. Tracey wouldn't tell her what this was all about, just that she had to come NOW and that it involved that new boy with the cute arse.
The girls are startled by the sight of Sheila. "What's going on here?" they all wonder.
"I thought you were in there," Suzanne says confused.
Sheila grins confidently and shakes her head. "Who's in there then?" Molly asks.
"Tracey?" Sheila asks knowingly.
"Come on open up and lets see you," Tracey pounds mercilessly on the door.
"Lessons started 5 minutes ago and the headmaster’s looking for you," Tracey says trying to intimidate him and knocks the door harder.
Jason presses himself against the wall. The room seems to be closing in on him. He’s too frightened to breathe!
The other girls are starting to catch on that whoever is behind that door is no friend. “Who is it?” Molly mouths silently.
“You’d better open up,” Tracey warns him.
Tracey swiftly kicks the door and laughs.
The sound of her kicking the door echoes in the toilet, but there’s no response from inside the stall.
Jason sees the door vibrating again and worries that it will fall in. “Wake up! Wake up!” he desperately thinks to himself.
“Come out now and I’ll give you your clothes back and you can get to lessons,” Tracey says baiting him out.
The other girls' interest perks up even more. “Someone is naked in there?” they think. “A boy!?”
They all join in the excitement of this game now, thrilled that Tracey’s prey is trapped so totally.
The door strains even more against its hinges as he hears the sounds of multiple knocks hitting it. He instinctively raises his hand to protect himself even though it’s utterly futile.
There is nothing to do now, no way to protect himself and no way out and this is NO dream!
The girls crowd in and slam their hands against the door making an enormous racket.
They are bursting with curiosity to find out who is trapped naked inside. They hit the door and scream in excitement.
Jason collapses onto the toilet. His whole body has gone weak with fear. He feels overwhelmed by defeat. The horrible sound of the girls is getting louder and louder.
His limp cock rests on the cold toilet seat. He looks down at it thinking that he’ll have lost all pride after this.
He can’t prevent the tears from coming out. He’s never felt so powerless and scared in his life!
The door is groaning under the strain of the beating it’s getting. It encourages the girls to hit it harder.
A loud crack makes Jason raise his head. The girls laugh in response and continue pounding. He realizes that it will be all the more humiliating if they discover him weeping, but he can’t stop himself from crying.
Tracey makes the girls back off a little. She knocks the door firmly and says, “If you don’t open the door we’ll knock it down anyway.”
“It is a bloke in there isn’t it?”
“It’s a filthy boy,” Tracey says. “Who? Who?” the girls asks excitedly.
“You’ll see,” she says glorifying in her plan that has worked better than she ever expected.
Jason cowers on the toilet seat, feeling the panicked sweat freezing on his bare skin.
Tracey and Sheila lay into the door again knocking persistently.
Frozen in place he listens to the sound of Tracey’s deceptively sweet voice baiting him out. He can’t stand this anymore!
“There’s nowhere for you to go,” Tracey says scratching the door with her long fingernails. “Come out NOW!”
Tracey's words send a chill up Jason's spine, the hairs across his naked body stand on end. Shaking with fear he cannot move. Its good fortune that he is in a toilet for his digestive system is in spasm. How on Earth is he going to get himself out of this?
Trapped naked in the girl's room cubicle, Jason can't stand the sound of the girls calling for him any longer. The walls close in on him while he watches the flimsy door vibrate under their insistent pounding. He can't believe that he got himself into this! But now there is no way out except by swallowing his shame and facing the group of mischievous, giggling girls...Trapped naked in the girl's room cubicle, Jason can't stand the sound of the girls calling for him any longer. The walls close in on him while he watches the flimsy door vibrate under their insistent pounding. He can't believe that he got himself into this! But now there is no way out except by swallowing his shame and facing the group of mischievous, giggling girls...
“I reckon we should kick the door down,” Suzanne says loudly.
“And drag him out by his sad little willie,” Tracey adds.
Just then, the lock slides on the door and the girls watch in anticipation as it slowly inches open.
They are thrilled to have finally broken down the will of whoever is in there and made him out.
Jason cautiously looks around the door and sees to his horror the faces of the girls he teased earlier.
Molly can’t believe her eyes! “Is that...?”
All the girls except Tracey wonder what that silly prick is doing hiding out in the girls’ loo. Then, in a trembling voice, Jason demands “Give me my clothes back.”
“Come here,” Tracey commands him.
The girls can’t believe it! Is he really trapped in there completely naked?! Jason doesn't answer, but stares at Tracey in terror.
Jason can see that if he doesn’t follow what she says she might never give back his clothes.
It’s agony knowing that he’ll never live this down. These aren’t the type of girls to forgive and forget.
Though he can barely move his limbs that ache with fear, he resolves to follow what Tracey says. The sooner he does that, the faster he’ll get his clothes back.
The girls coldly leer at his body arching their necks to see every part of him.
Coming out of the cubicle slowly is agony like painfully lowering yourself into a pool of ice cold water, but Jason can’t make himself move any faster.
The girls can’t believe their eyes as this naked lad gradually reveals himself.
Joanne looks with lust and triumph at the bare crotch of this bastard who insulted her so cruelly only a short time ago.
This is better than anything they imagined doing to this arrogant sod.
He looks so pathetic standing there shivering naked on the cold tile floor.
Now that they can see his whole body the girls burst out laughing
Jason thought he could block out the looks of the girls and just insist that his clothes be returned.
But he can’t ignore all those eyes pointed straight at his crotch!
He struggles to keep his dick covered, but it feels like the girls can see right through his hands!
Tracey harshly grabs his ear and pulls him out further. He would swat her arm away, but he’s too afraid to move his hands.
The sight of him inching forward desperately covering his dick and balls is too funny!
“So pathetic!” Sheila thinks.
Tracey jerks Jason forward so quickly that he instinctively reaches up to stop himself from falling.
“I can see his willie!” the girls think in unison.
Tracey coolly drags Jason along despite his ungraceful shuffling along the floor.
Joanne feels an uncontrollable giggle erupt seeing Jason’s cock dangling between his legs.
Jason is painfully aware of how exposed he is being dragged across the bathroom.
He tries to cover himself again but Tracey pinches his ear making the girls laugh all the more.
The girls look excitedly at Jason’s fuzzy boy ass as he goes past them.
“It’s so gross and weird!” Joanne thinks.
Sheila confidently puts her arm around the naked new boy while Jason rushes to feebly cover his privates again.
Tracey says to him, “I’ll give you your clothes back as long as you apologise to Molly and Kelly.”
“AND agree to go out with them!” she adds on.
Jason looks at the two girls. He hates their sneering stupid expressions and ugly faces.
His pride surges up in him and makes him refuse to bend to these ugly tarts no matter how humiliated he feels!
“No,” he says firmly.
“Then I’ll tell the headmaster how you’ve been trying to get us to steal,” Tracey threatens him.
Jason body seizes up imagining his academic career in danger.
Sheila teasingly runs her fingers over his bare arm and back making his skin crawl.
“You’ll be caned, expelled or worse,” Sheila warns him.
She laughs fiercely and strokes his stiff, gelled hair.
Suzanne feels a desire growing for this bit of fresh man meat. Watching him tremble under their threats is turning her on.
“And that’s before they find you naked in the girls toilet,” Tracey adds.
Jason cringes thinking that even more people might witness him naked!
It’s all too much! He’s scared and embarrassed at being caught like this!
“Now get on your knees and ask properly,” Tracey commands him.
Sheila pushes the shaking lad down to the floor.
He stumbles and rests his knees on the cold floor. Being at this level with the girls looking down on him makes him feel the terrible humiliation of this situation all the more.
“I’m sorry. Will you go out with me?” he says softly.
“Don’t they teach you any manners,” Sheila says sharply.
“He didn’t even say please,” she says with disgust.
“Please!” he adds weakly.
“It’s too late for that new boy!”
“Kiss their toes,” Tracey points to the girls feet.
The thought makes him shudder in disgust.
Molly and Joanne look down at him triumphantly and hold their feet out for him.
Everything takes on the feeling of some horrible nightmare again looking at the girl’s little black shoes.
He crawls around and lowers himself down to her shoe feeling all the girls hovering above watching him.
Even as he pushes his lips toward the dirty leather he can’t believe he’s doing this.
His dry lips touch her shoe and a feeling of nausea runs through his body.
The girls laugh at the ridiculous sight of him, his big bum poking up in the air.
“All of them,” Tracey orders him.
Jason pushes himself on though he wants to resist and fight back.
The threats of these girls scare him too much to resist anymore.
The sickly smell of dirty leather fills his nostrils as he leans in to kiss another shoe.
He imagines the grime and mud these girls have tromped through in these.
Tracey and Sheila take advantage of their position to eye up his pathetic little balls sack and limp dick dangling uselessly between his legs.
Sheila exchanges a look of pure delight with the girls while watching the sad lad lapping at their shoes.
“Don’t just brush your lips over them,” Tracey demands. “Really kiss them!”
Jason moves on to Suzanne’s feet, not even realizing whose they are.
The legs of the girls swirl around him in a nightmarish circle.
Following Tracey’s orders he makes loud kissing noises that send the girls into hysterics.
His knees ache and he feels the girls staring at his exposed ass.
It feels like he’s watching himself doing this now and he can’t do anything to stop it from happening.
Suzanne loves watching this lad pathetically pressing his lips on her shoe.
“She’s had enough,” Sheila says. “Crawl over here doggie boy.”
The sound of screeching laughter surrounds him.
He hopes that they will allow him to stop now.
They’ve had their fun! Why can’t they leave him some pride?
“I said over here!” Sheila demands kicking his big rear end.
Joanne thinks with delight at how easy it is to bring down these tough-talking lads.
He desperately hopes that the other girls will feel a little pity for him and bring him his clothes.
But there is no way the girls are going to let him go now when there fun is just beginning.
Feeling utterly defeated Jason crawls to service Tracey’s well worn shoes.
He stares down at them trying to control the disgust he feels.
He can smell the foul stench of her socks and feet while his lips connect.
Tracey calmly watches the naked boy giving her shoes big sloppy kisses and a huge satisfied grin unconsciously grows on her face.
“Kiss them more! More!”
Jason comes up for air. His head has gone light now. He fears he will pass out.
But he bends down to kiss her shoes again fearing the girls’ wrath.
The girls excitement turns into a sexual frenzy at having this naked boy so completely under their control.
Their tingling all over and giggling uncontrollably.
Jason coughs violently making Sheila howl with laughter.
Tracey lights up while Jason leans back in to kiss her feet more.
They watch as Jason struggles for air. He seems like he’s close to being sick, but they don’t feel like allowing him up yet.
His head is pounding from being bent over in this position and feeling the emotions welling up inside him for so long.
Jason hears Tracey sharply exhale a cloud of smoke and looks up hoping that maybe they’ll say he’s finished.
“Oh, I don’t have an ashtray,” Tracey says staring coldly down at Jason.
He’s paralysed with fear looking up into Tracey’s unforgiving face.
“I know,” Tracey says grabbing hold of his chin.
Jason’s body shakes as Tracey’s hand commandingly raises his head more.
He stares up into her eyes thinking, “She can’t mean that!”
Without warning Tracey strongly swings her hand around.
SMACK!
“Open!” she commands.
Jason is about to object, but Tracey’s angry face instantly silences him.
She pulls his head up even further.
Jason’s mouth drops open and he stares at her in absolute horror.
The anticipation of painful smouldering ash dropping into his mouth seizes his body with fear.
Tracey delicately hangs the cigarette over his mouth and taps the tip.
The girls gasp in amazement seeing the ash flutter down to his gaping mouth.
His entire body petrified, Jason shuts his eyes against the terrifying sight above him.
The moment the hot flakes touch his lips his eyes pop back open.
Jason chokes and his body shakes with revulsion.
The girls laugh at the sight of him sputtering on the floor.
Jason coughs and spits, but he can’t get the sooty taste out of his mouth.
His lips tingle from the burning sensation and he tries to wipe the pain away.
“Ew,” Sheila says while the girls cackle in delight.
Tracey orders him to stop it.
Jason’s whole body feels weak and painfully aches, kneeling on the cold floor and staring up at the girls all around him.
It feels like he’s never going to get away from them and find his clothes. He is a naked toy for them to degrade and play with all afternoon if they like.
Jason's clothes have been hidden from him and the girls refuse to give them back until he does everything they say. After forcing him to crawl across the dirty floor of the girls' toilet and kiss their filthy shoes, the girls aren't close to finishing with the arrogant rich boy. Trembling from humiliation and anger Jason tearfully accepts that he’s become nothing but these girls’ plaything.Jason's clothes have been hidden from him and the girls refuse to give them back until he does everything they say. After forcing him to crawl across the dirty floor of the girls' toilet and kiss their filthy shoes, the girls aren't close to finishing with the arrogant rich boy. Trembling from humiliation and anger Jason tearfully accepts that he’s become nothing but these girls’ plaything.
Momentarily distracted from watching Jason kiss and lick Tracey’s shoes Sheila asks her, “Don’t you have lessons Tracey?”
“I’m on a free,” Tracey says uncertainly. “I think!”
“What lesson is he missing?” Sheila asks gesturing to the panting naked boy on the floor.
“What’re you missing?” Tracey asks Jason nastily.
Jason racks his brain hearing the question. He’s been so overcome with the terror of being naked and degraded in front of these girls he’d completely forgot about school. Then he dredges up from the memory of his daily school schedule, “Double maths!”
Sheila stifles a laugh at his whiny voice when he answers. Anything he says while crouching naked on the floor so pathetically feels hysterical.
Then a great idea strikes her, “I know, we can do maths here.”
Jason is perplexed at her suggestion, but then his stomach turns sick again when she continues, “Stand up and bend over.”
Jason slowly rises up again with his knees shaking.
“What now?” he thinks with horror. “I’ve already apologized! Can’t they let me go?!”
Tracey and Sheila encourage him to go to the sinks. From the fierce look in their faces Jason realises he shouldn’t disobey them, but he's too frightened to move.
Impatiently Sheila grabs his arm and pushes him toward the sinks.
“He’s so awkward and sad. Can’t even follow a simple order!” Sheila thinks guiding his clammy skin forward.
Jason clutches the sink feeling even more frightened now that his back is to them.
“Bend over!” Sheila shouts loudly. The sound of her voice reverberates through the hollow room and sends a shock of fear down his spine.
Jason’s body has gone rigid in the position he’s in like his limbs have turned to steel.
“Move it wanker!” Sheila says while Tracey lays a hand on his shoulder to roughly shove him down.
“That’s not far enough,” Tracey reproaches him.
She shoves him down even further pushing on his greasy hair.
Jason stares at his own shrunken dick hanging between his legs. He’s never felt more exposed and vulnerable with his ass pointing out toward the three other giggling girls and not seeing what they’re about to do with him.
Tracey and Sheila take their turn to look over his big slightly hairy arse. They feel an incredible urge to play with and smack it.
Sheila removes one of her shoes and watches the grief-stricken boy’s body shake with fear.
“His ass should be pointing out more,” Suzanne complains forcing his arched back to go flat.
Tracey agrees and shoves his head down further. The muscles in Jason’s back and neck strain painfully. He’s never been treated so roughly.
Joanne takes advantage of her chance to plunge forward and teasingly slap one of his meaty ass cheeks. “This’ll teach you to not call me names,” she thinks.
Filled with shame, Jason feels all the girls around him handling his body without any fear. He’d call out for help, but it would look worse for him to be caught stark naked in the girls’ toilet. He feels the painful tension of waiting for what they'll do to him next.
Sheila says, “What’s, erm, 2 times 3?”
“Eh?” Jason looks up confused.
“Come on,” Sheila thunders. “6” Jason blurts out quickly.
Sheila quickly swings her arm back.
The girls all watch in anticipation while Jason waits not knowing what’s about to happen.
The rubber sole of the shoe connects with his bare ass with a loud slap.
“Agh!” Jason shouts in surprise. The girls laugh catching him off guard.
Sheila lays into his ass a second time counting in her head to six.
His ass is so fleshy that each smack sends a ripple over the whole thing. This makes the girls laugh a lot more.
Jason’s sweaty hands grip the cold sink. He winces after each hit.
The sound of the girls’ laughter combined with the sharp slaps to his ass make it absolute torture.
Gripping the heel tight, Sheila swings the shoe aiming for the crack of his ass.
Jason’s weak cries make Sheila want to smack him harder. The girls’ excitement increases with each hit.
Seeing this cocky boy get what he deserves gives the girls such a high.
“Watch it jiggle,” Sheila laughs.
The girls eagerly watch to see how his body reacts to Sheila’s spanking.
The impact makes waves of fat on his ass causing them all to giggle hysterically.
Sheila feels a tremendous desire to lay into this ass she’s watched when passing Jason in the hall. She can’t believe her good luck at finding a way to keep him naked and submissive.
It started as a slight sting to his ass, but now it’s feeling really painful.
His resistance is pushed to its limit, battling the desire to stop them and run away because he realizes that the subsequent punishment will be more severe.
“Stop whining,” the girls say. They can’t believe he’s being such a baby about a little spanking.
Despite the considerable natural padding on his ass, Jason can feel the hard sole of the shoe hitting his bones sending a shiver of pain up the base of his spine.
"That’s six spanks,” Sheila says.
“What’s um...” Suzanne says quickly trying to do maths in her head.
“4 times 2!?”
Jason sniffs back the tears and mucus in his nose and says, “8”
Sheila instantly gives his bum another big satisfying whack.
“Owe!” Jason whines. “Please stop!”
She’s glad to have finally provoked him to make a sound.
Sheila ignores him and hits him again even harder.
The short pause in between his beating has made the new slaps feel even sharper.
“Argh!” Jason cries. Not only does the spanking hurt him, but his back aches from bending over like this for so long.
Suzanne can feel Jason’s body instinctively try to raise back up, but she continues to hold him down.
Sheila is learning exactly where to hit him to get the biggest reaction.
She thinks that his ass looks much better than Richard Chester’s.
Sheila is glad to finally get a boy to herself away from all the teachers where she can do exactly what she likes to him for as long as she wants.
And right now she wants to see his ass go bright pink!
The girls completely forget about the danger of getting caught by someone in here. Seeing this boy get a sound beating is too much fun to worry about that.
They get turned on watching his big butt be flattened under Sheila’s shoe.
The incredible sense of sexual power they get from degrading him so much overwhelms them. They'll be no more fucking insults coming from him!
Suzanne thinks how tasty his big ripe butt looks going red.
She can feel his back getting slick with sweat.
Jason doesn’t know how much he can take before collapsing.
It’s not so much the pain he can’t take (though it’s getting a lot worse!) but the incredible humiliation of being degraded for so long like this.
“Good one,” Tracey says approvingly seeing the ripple of his butt.
“Was that eight?” Sheila asks. “I lost count.”
“It was enough to get his big ass very pink,” Suzanne says.
“One more I think,” Tracey says grabbing for the shoe.
She can’t let him get away without giving him a couple of good smacks herself.
Tracey hits his ass much harder than Sheila did.
“Tell Molly and Kelly you love them,” Tracey insists.
He pauses causing Tracey to give him an enormous smack on his bottom.
“I love you,” he blubbers pathetically.
Tracey looks down pleased she’s been able to get him to say anything she wants. His broken body is shaking.
“Say it properly,” Tracey demands.
Jason is dizzy from the pain, but it still makes him sick lowering himself to saying that to those ugly slags.
As a warning Tracey, gives Jason another big smack on his bottom.
The shoe cracks against his ass, making his already tender ass go aflame with pain.
“Agh!” Jason cries making tears spill from his eyes.
The girls laugh at the sight of his big ass going really red now.
“Out with it,” Tracey demands.
Jason rises up, making his sore back sting.
“Molly and Kelly... I... uh...”
“I love you.” he says tears dripping down his cheeks.
Sheila screams in delight hearing the sorry lad sink so low.
Molly feels an incredible sense of triumph. This brat thought he could talk so cruelly to her in front of everyone!
That will teach him to show some more respect. He’s really just a snivelling little coward.
Jason lowers his head, completely giving up to these girls.
Molly still doesn’t feel completely satisfied somehow. There is something more she wants. And then before she can even think it, Suzanne says it.
“If you really love them you should show it!”
Jason has been spanked mercilessly with the girls' shoes and made to admit to the two he's bullied how much he loves them. His ass is throbbing from his beating, but the girls aren't done with him yet. He has to take whatever the girls care to do to him until Tracey feels generous enough to return his clothes. He's never been so humiliated in his life. Out of everyone in the world these giggling girls are the last people he'd like to jerk off for!Jason has been spanked mercilessly with the girls' shoes and made to admit to the two he's bullied how much he loves them. His ass is throbbing from his beating, but the girls aren't done with him yet. He has to take whatever the girls care to do to him until Tracey feels generous enough to return his clothes. He's never been so humiliated in his life. Out of everyone in the world these giggling girls are the last people he'd like to jerk off for!
“How are they going to believe that you really love them?” Suzanne sternly asks Jason.
Sheila says matter-of-factly, “If you love them you should wank for them.”
Jason raises his aching body to face the girls. They can’t be serious! “Wank?”
Tracey tells him that they're deadly serious, “I know that’s what boys do over girls, I’ve seen your friends playing with themselves at the back of lessons. Wank!”
Utterly petrified Jason is pushed against the sinks by Sheila and Suzanne.
“Go on and wank!” Sheila demands.
Jason looks around at all the girls staring insistently at his flaccid penis and waiting for him to start touching it.
Sheila shoves him back further so that his sore ass is pushed into the freezing washbasins.
The girls circle around him. Jason mechanically strokes his limp penis so the girls won’t scratch his face off.
“He’s not doing a very good job of it,” Sheila laughs to the others.
Molly and Joanne crowd in closer to watch. It revolts him that they can look at his naked body while he touches himself.
He’s terrified that under these conditions he’ll never get hard and be stuck here stroking himself forever.
Jason freezes when Joanne reaches out and strokes his balls.
This makes Suzanne reach down to feel his testicles too. Jason can’t believe he’s being violated like this and there’s nothing he can do about it!
The girls laugh hysterically while he goes on stroking his penis with his trembling hand.
Sheila pushes his hand out of the way and strokes him herself. All the girls move in rubbing his body and looking over every part of him. He shuts his eyes feeling totally overwhelmed.
“Aren’t boys meant to go stiff when you do this?” Sheila asks.
She grips his penis hard and pulls his foreskin painfully over the head.
Jason winces getting handled so roughly, but he is too overcome to resist.
Suzanne takes over and yanks his dick even harder.
She yanks it so viciously it feels like she’s trying to tear his cock out from the root.
“I think you’re meant to do it real fast like this,” Suzanne cackles.
Joanne grips his balls and pinches them.
No girl has ever touched Jason’s privates before. The sensation is bizarre and terrifying.
The girls’ sweaty hands grip his thighs and stomach. They’ve gone wild molesting him.
To his shame, Jason feels himself slowly getting aroused.
All the attention is too much. He can’t control feeling turned on from having his dick handled.
“I think it’s working,” Sheila says looking curiously at his penis.
“Boy’s things are so weird.”
Suddenly his penis is throbbing. He never has a sensation like this when he’s doing it by himself. This is so much more intense.
Jason’s aware of them all around him groping him and enjoying his body against his will.
His cock goes completely hard with Suzanne’s fingers gripped tightly around it.
It feels like they’ve taken control of his body. He doesn’t want them to see him hard, but he can’t help it.
Jason cries out while all the girls focus again on his cock now that it’s gone all stiff.
He leans back as if paralysed while Suzanne quickly pumps his cock and Sheila squeezes his balls.
“Let me try again,” Sheila says grabbing his cock.
Then Tracey steps in. They pass his cock around like a toy.
He shuts his eyes tight trying to regain control of his body, but he can’t stop it now.
Tracey softly pulls on his dick, knowing exactly how to control him so he comes whether he wants to or not.
“He’s going to come,” Sheila says gripping his balls.
“Come for us wanker boy! Come on!” she taunts him.
Jason feels that tingling sensation in his dick. He can’t control the pleasure that overwhelms him.
His balls ache for release while Sheila squeezes them in her hand.
He feels the cum explode out of his burning cock while the girls laugh and cry out in surprise.
“Ewe! Look!” Sheila says tightening her grip on his balls.
Cum flies around them while Jason gives a huge groan.
“Give us more wanker!” Tracey demands.
Tracey points his cock down to make it more painful and draw his orgasm out. She keeps pumping it making his cum spills out all over the floor.
“Look at the mess he’s making!” Sheila exclaims.
The girls watch his enormous orgasm in amazement and how Tracey controls his dick making it do exactly what she wants.
Molly and Joanne feel an overwhelming satisfaction seeing him taken advantage like this after the way he treated them.
Tracey keeps stroking his penis and they all watch eagerly waiting for her to drain him completely.
His cum drips down onto the floor and Tracey keeps squeezing it even though it has started to ache.
Jason cries out wanting them to stop while the girls assert their total control over his body.
The girls feel aroused and love milking every last drop of cum out of him.
Tracey loves jerking on his dick while all the others watch. It turns her on showing the kind of power she can have over these nasty boys.
His cock feels incredibly painful now, but more cum is still leaking out.
It’s the most intense orgasm he’s ever had!
The girls laugh seeing the enormous puddle he’s made.
The girls all help in trying to empty his balls completely.
“His balls feel smaller!” Sheila laughs.
“They weren’t that big to start with,” Suzanne says.
“Is that it?” Sheila is disappointed.
They keep pulling on his aching hard dick making Jason cry out in pain.
“I thought you boys enjoyed this,” Sheila says.
“Awe I think that’s all,” Tracey says.
The girls take a minute just to enjoy his wet red penis as it bobs slowly down.
Jason slowly pushes himself up, but feels pins and needles through his whole body. Even more than the pain he's overcome with a feeling of intense shame that the girls saw him do something so private.
“I’d better go. I’m late for Geography,” Sheila says. “Thanks Tracey.”
“Bye girls,” she says brightly and ignores Jason.
“What do you think of him now Molly?” Tracey asks. “He’s a dirty little wanker like all of them isn’t he Joanne?”
Suddenly, Sheila rushes back in panicked.
“Miss Clutterbuck’s coming down the hall!” she says out of breath. “She’s got a face like thunder. She’s looking for him!”
The girls cry out in surprise and follow Sheila.
Jason, who so desperately wanted the girls to leave him alone, now feels horrified watching them all flee out the door leaving him to deal with Miss Clutterbuck!
He starts to follow them, but then remembers he is still stark naked!
“Tracey PLEASE!” Jason grabs Tracey who merely laughs at him.
“Where are my clothes?” he insists.
“Your clothes?” she says feigning ignorance.
They hear the sound of someone coming down the hall.
Tracey grabs his shoulder, “Come over here.”
She points out the window at all his clothes scattered over the ground.
Jason feels his heart sink completely at the sight. There’s no way for him to get them now!
“What am I going to do?” he thinks. He followed all their orders for nothing. Tracey never intended to give his clothes back!
There’s no way for him to go out and retrieve his clothes without walking through half the school!
It’s hopeless!
Tracey cherishes the look of absolute defeat on his face.
“Oh never mind,” she says. “You can wear your new Manchester United kit.”
Jason completely forgot about the new kit she refused to give him before.
He feels incredibly grateful for this small bit of help she’s giving him after torturing him in front of all the girls.
He eagerly grabs for the bag with his hands shaking.
Tracey tosses it to him dying to watch him open it.
“It’s all over!” he thinks pulling the kit out. “I can get dressed and go outside to retrieve my uniform. It will be filthy but at least I won't be naked!”
Then he realizes with horror the terrible trick she’s played on him. "This is the children’s size!" he says feeling a new wave of rage surge through his body.
“Oh sorry new boy, did I get the size wrong?” she says innocently.
“Miss Clutterbuck will find you soon. Maybe you can struggle into it.”
“But you’d better clear up the mess you’ve made with it,” she says.
“I might tell Miss Clutterbuck you’ve been exposing yourself and wanking on the floor.”
Jason crouches down to mop it up feeling the tears well up in his eyes.
He can’t believe he woke up this morning feeling like he could conquer the whole school and here he is on his hands and knees wiping up his own spunk!
Tracey stares at him tearfully swabbing at the mess thinking how pathetic he is.
"Still, he does have a nice bum," she thinks.
She decides to leave him there like that.
“Miss Clutterbuck will be along soon enough,” she thinks. “And if he thinks we spanked him hard! Just wait!”
The cum is splattered everywhere, big pearly drops all over the dirty floor.
The tiny kit is useless at getting it all up and there’s no way he can use it to cover himself.
Then he hears the unmistakable click of a woman’s high heeled shoes coming close to the toilet door.
He uselessly wipes the floor not knowing what else to do. The tears come fast down his burning face.
His body aches horribly. He doesn’t have the energy to run or do anything but sit on the floor and cry.
Then he hears the door open and the high heeled shoes click on the toilet floor.
He looks up to see Miss Clutterbuck standing before him. She stares down at him with a smug and slightly amused look. “Not again!”
