Shakey Psyche

The Runaway

Chapters 18-23

Chapter 18
Christmas Presents

"How is he?" Dave asked when I got to the kitchen.

"Still sleeping," I answered him.

"Good. That's what he needs the most. Help me with the eggs, please."

As we were sitting down to eat the meal a noise came from the bedroom. I got up to investigate. MJ was sitting up, trying to get out of his bandages.

"Don't do that, MJ," I told him. He looked at me in shock.

"Tony?"

"You can call me 'Dexter', now. It's a long story, MJ. Just know that you're safe from Sly and your father here." I sat down on the edge of his bed.

He nodded and laid back down. I asked him if he was hungry, and he nodded. I went and made him a plate of bacon and eggs with a glass of OJ. I fed it to him while he relaxed. He turned over and went back to sleep. I went back and Dave had made me a whole new batch of scrambled eggs. I ate and he headed to his studio.

I watched MJ for the rest of that day and made sure he was healing okay. I got us lunch at noon and he went right back to sleep. Dinner was more of the same. Dave and I crashed on the sectional again. The next day, MJ got up and moved around a little bit, feeling better as his strength returned. Over the next several days, MJ got stronger and stronger until the bandages finally came off.

We started calling him, 'Daniel', as the two of us could be considered at least fraternal twins. He also had us start calling him, 'Uncle Dave'. He now had a handful on his hands with two ten year old boys.

Dave got his bedroom back while the two of us crashed at night on the corner sectional in the living room. We had to take our showers quickly so all of us could get some of the hot water. We made do over the course of time, but it was cramped in the small apartment. Dave talked about getting us into a house later on, but for now, this was going to have to do. Neither one of us complained.

It was becoming Christmas and Dave got us presents for the season. We actually went shopping for them. Daniel and I got him something that we knew he would like, also, spending some of our 'movie money', as we called it. As far as that goes, we decided to put seven thousand dollars of it into an investment account in our new names and keep the rest for ourselves to spend as we wanted.

As Christmas approached, Dave got us enrolled in school under our fake names to begin after the New Year. I wasn't too keen on going back to school, and neither was Daniel, but it wasn't up to us this time. We had made a deal with Dave to go to school, and we will.

Very early on Christmas morning, we got out our 'present' for Uncle Dave and got ourselves ready. They were restraints for us. We put them on our wrists and ankles and tied them to the bedding of the sectional. My left arm and his right arm crossed over themselves, and the same with our legs. We put red bows on our butts with tags that read, "Merry Christmas, Uncle". We both thought it was a novel way of showing our gratitude to him for all that he had done for us.

We heard him wake up and have his morning piss before coming into the living room. We snickered at what he was about to find in there. When he did walk in, he stopped and saw the sight before him. He sat down next to me and smiled at us.

"Look, boys, I appreciate the sentiment, but you don't have to do this," he said, cordially.

"We know, Uncle," Daniel told him. I nodded.

"We want to," I added.

"You're sure about this?" he asked.

We both nodded.

"Time to open your presents, Uncle Dave," Daniel told him. I looked and saw his cock had sprung to attention as he looked at both of us.

He took the ribbon that was wrapped around my butt and pulled the bow apart. My naked ten year old ass was opened and ready for him. He pulled on the ribbon that was around Daniel next, exposing his backside to the room as well. Dave ran his hands up and down our bodies for a while, treasuring 'his presents' before taking them each in turn.

I felt the bed creek behind me as he mounted me first. I felt his dick at my sphincter muscle and began to bear down, to allow him to enter me for the first time. It passed the barrier with little resistance, due to my recent activities, but it did sting at first. I had to close my eyes to the pain as he made his entry. Once he was fully embedded inside me, he eased down to lie on my back.

"You okay?" he asked, and I nodded, but with my eyes still closed.

He put his arms under my armpits and snake them around to cross his hands behind my head before continuing. I felt him raise his hips up, and pull his cock out of me. With a smooth motion, he guided his cock back inside my rectum. He did that a couple of times without picking up any speed or adding any harshness to it.

"Harder, Uncle," I told him from under his body.

He suddenly thrust his hips downward and shoving his cock back inside me. I hissed at the suddenness of it, but otherwise did nothing to stop him. He took up the act of really fucking me, then. He pumped my guts for everything he was worth. It was like being back in the filming room again or upstairs with one of the workers. My ass was taking a man's cock, and I was loving the attention of it.

"UH! Harder!" I grunted out as he made a downward pump. He raised his body up and grabbed my hips as he sat back. That was when he really got into it and began to pummel me with every thrust.

He came a couple of minutes later, sending a sizable wad of jizm into my ass's receptacle. I welcomed every drop he gave me. He sank back down on top of me, tired from the exertion. I just laid there and took in his body warmth and smiled. I opened my eyes and Daniel was looking at me with a smile on his face as well.

"You'll get your turn, next," Dave told him as he began to untie the wrist restraints from the bedding.

"Don't move, Dexter," he told me as he pulled his weakening cock out of my ass. "Try to hold all of it inside you."

I squeezed my buttcheeks closed as tight as I could when I felt the tip of his cock pass out of me. He went under the tree and pulled a present out with my name on it. He told me to open it, and I did. It turned out to be a buttplug.

"Here, let me put it in," he said as he took the rubber device from me. The tip touched my sphincter, and I clenched it closed, reflexively. He pushed harder and passed the piece of rubber into me. I grimaced as the widest point of it slipped into me, but otherwise, held my own with the event. He undid my ankle restraints from the bedding, but I didn't remove any of them from my limbs.

Since it was Christmas, I didn't bother getting dressed. With Daniel tied to the bed, I went to opening my presents. He had to wait, of course. I'm sure Dave was making him wait on purpose. Dave was obviously planning on something as he had bought us the buttplugs for presents.

The first present I opened that first Christmas was a studded collar with a lock. I put it on and handed Dave the key.

"You only wear that at home and when no one's around, Dexter," he told me sternly.

"I understand, Uncle."

The second was a small device that I wasn't familiar with. It had five rings attached to a line of leather. Each ring was a different size, starting at one size and decreasing to a very small ring at the end. It had a leather strap on the largest ring and the leather line. I didn't have a clue what it was, so I asked Dave about it.

"That's a chastity device, Dex," he told me. "Here, let me show you."

He had me stand up to put it on. He slipped by cock inside it and put the leather strap around my cock and balls. A lock was also added to the leather strap to keep it in place. I still was confused as nothing was causing any pain or discomfort or pleasure. He smiled and told me to try and get an erection.

I shrugged, still not getting the gist of this thing, but started thinking about Dave tying us down and fucking my ass as hard as he could. My cock started to grow and as it expanded, it filled the rings around it till it began to hurt. Then the pain began to grow as my cock was not being able to grow properly while the band of leather kept it from going upward. As I got harder, the pain continued. Now, I understood the attraction of this thing. While the pain grew, my cock began to weaken and soften again, lessening the pain. It was a paradoxal device.

"Now do you understand?" he asked. I nodded. "Good. You're to wear this always; even to school."

"What if we have gym class?" I asked, with my eyes wide open.

"Then make sure no one sees it," he stated, matter-of-factly.

Those two were the only bondage things we got for that Christmas. Daniel got the same two things later. I also got a few pairs of clothes and a new pair of sneakers that I desperately needed. As I finished opening my last present, it was a chess set, Dave climbed onto the bed for his second Christmas present from us. I sat to Daniel's right to watch the show.

Daniel squirmed under Dave's touch as he ran his fingers lightly down the boy's sides. His butt was played with next as his hand kneaded his gluttial muscles. I mild slap was delivered and Daniel yelped, but didn't make a sound against him. I watched in increasing lust as Dave began to slick up Daniel's butthole with his precum. My cock filled the chastity device and I began to feel the rings enclose painfully around it. As Dave speared Daniel's behind, I had to roll over in pain as Daniel cried out in the same feeling.

It was sweet agony to watch what was happening. My cock was going through such torture, but I couldn't help myself. I had to watch what was going on in my own bed. I tried to lessen it by thinking about something else while still watching my new brother get screwed royally. That didn't even come close to working.

With both of us still in agony, for different reasons, Dave was having the time of his life. He went to town on Daniel's asshole just as he did mine. Meanwhile, I was trying like hell to get my cock to go down, but it wasn't listening. As normal, it seemed to have a mind of its own. Finally, as much as I wanted to stay and watch, I had to leave. My cock was just hurting that badly. To make matters worse, I still hadn't cum from being fucked by Dave earlier.

I went into Dave's room and put my hands over my ears. I could still hear a lot of what was going on in the living room. Both of them were now getting into it as Daniel's cries of pain had changed to grunts of pleasure. He was beginning to moan for our uncle to nail him harder and harder. My cock was still in some severe pain as I was doing my best to make it go down, but was having limited success.

Finally, I heard Dave cry out and send his jizm flying into Daniel's bowels. I had to still wait a few minutes for this hard-on to reduce. It also did go down, just as my uncle walked in the room.

"You okay, Dex?" he asked.

"Please take this thing off me, Uncle," I pleaded with him.

He smiled and told me that he would, but not until tomorrow. Daniel walked in the room right after him with the same chastity device on as well as the studded collar. Dave left to get breakfast started, finally, and Daniel plopped down on the bed. I could see a buttplug stuffed in his ass also.

"It really hurts that bad?" he asked me.

I nodded. He smiled an evil smile at me. His mouth inched towards my crotch and I quickly closed my legs.

"Don't you even think about it, asshole," I told him and he snickered.

The rest of the day, I tried not to think about my cock being held captive in the device, but it was next to impossible. Every so often I would move the wrong way, and my cock would respond and try to stiffen, sending me into fits of agony. Daniel got the idea just how painful that thing was when the first time his cock responded also. He was rolling around on the floor, holding his crotch, trying to get it to deflate.

We had to wear all the bondage gear Dave had given us for Christmas the whole day. We even had to shower in them. The buttplugs also remained in our asses the rest of the day, keeping his jizm filling our bowels. As Daniel and I fell asleep that night, it was tough to get comfortable with everything still on or in us.

At one point, I was on my side, facing away from Daniel and I felt his arm drape over my side and hang down my body. I scooted back to feel him right behind me.

"I can't sleep," he whispered in my ear.

"Me neither," I answered.

"Let's get into bed with Uncle Dave," he suggested. I nodded. We slipped out of bed and headed to the bedroom. Dave was sleeping soundly and we got on both sides of him as we eased onto his king-sized bed. He moaned in his sleep, but otherwise made no other sign that we were there.

With me on one side and Daniel on the other, we started to play with Dave's body to see how far we could go before he woke up. My hand snaked down to his pelvic region and began playing with his hairy balls. Daniel used his tongue to lick his nipples and chest. Dave was starting to respond in his sleep, in spite of himself. His cock grew and his nipples hardened. Both Daniel's and my cocks also began to respond, knowing what was going to happen when Dave woke up. As painful as my cock was going through now, I still was able to slip his erection into my mouth and begin sucking on him.

I had to be very careful not to bite down due to what my cock was experiencing. Dave woke up as my mouth went down on him for the third time.

"Having fun?" he asked.

"Uncle Dave, please take these things off our cocks," Daniel pleaded with him yet again.

"I told you, Daniel; not until tomorrow," he repeated for the third time that day.

"But, Uncle, it is tomorrow," he told him. Even I looked to the clock. It read, "12:02 am".

"So it is, Daniel," he said and reached for the keys in his nightstand.

He unlocked Daniel's first, then mine was removed as I stopped his felatio briefly. It felt like being let out of prison. Daniel resumed his licking and sucking of Dave's smooth chest. As Daniel licked and sucked, he straddled him, sitting on his belly. I went back down on his cock to continue with what I was doing before the interruption. I saw Daniel's buttplug sticking out at me and I reached up and began playing with it. He cooed a little from the stimulation.

Dave moved us into different positions. He rolled Daniel over and put him on his back to lie on the pillows. He pulled me up to suck on his small cock, sticking my butt in the air, and I knew what was to follow. I began sucking on 'my brother' as Dave started playing with the buttplug he had put inside me eighteen hours previously. With a painful pull, the buttplug was removed. Daniel gripped my head harder as my teeth hit his cock, involuntarily, of course. I let up immediately.

The bed shifted and I felt Dave's cock line up to my ass again. He gently slipped it inside me and I felt it go all the way inside. His hairy groin met my smooth ass as his cock was stuffed all the way in. I returned to sucking on Daniel's cock while Dave tore into me again. I played with my own cock while getting everything done to Daniel at the same time.

Dave came inside me, spilling his seed into my guts, where it seems to belong, and we collapsed down onto Daniel after his orgasm. I was left hanging for a few minutes before Daniel decided to help me out and suck me off. We went to sleep after Dave replaced the buttplug in my ass.

The rest of the Christmas holidays were spent with some serious fucking. We usually slept in Dave's bed with him at nights. There was more than enough room for the three of us and it was easier for him to do us while there. We usually spent a few hours each evening getting our asses fucked like crazy then tied up for the night. Collars, buttplugs, and chastity devices were all in place before we went to sleep each night. I hated those damn chastity rings when my cock grew. It tended to happen at night and I woke up with my cock on fire.

For New Year's Eve, Dave had us tied up the entire night from about six o'clock on till the following day at about noon. Both Daniel and I were fucked twice that night and once more the following morning. Dave seemed to like giving us his 'sperm enemas' for the night.

Chapter 19
School

The first day of school was the most awkward. Both Daniel and I were put into the same classes, thankfully, so it wasn't as bad as it could have been. But it was difficult to trust anyone there. Some of the girls wore plain black collars around their necks. We just figured that it was a 'style-thing' and ignored them. We did have gym classes with the other boys. That was when things got real weird.

Daniel and I looked at each other as we walked into the changing rooms. Both of us were as nervous as ever about these things on our cocks. It wasn't bad when we changed into our gym clothes, as we could hide ourselves and change. Class was normal, with all of us playing basketball. It was when the teacher separated us into teams that we saw the first anomaly. When he told one side of our group to be 'shirts' (us) and the other side to be 'skins', a boy took off his shirt to reveal flat clips on his nipples; painful ones.

"What have you done now, Cedric?" the teacher asked the boy.

"I forgot my homework, Coach," he relented, shamefacedly.

The rest of the class snickered at him, but the coach shrugged his shoulders and turned back to the rest of us. He told us to play ball. Both Daniel and I were stunned by this turn of events, but we played ball with the others.

When it was over, we walked into the changing room. All of us stunk to high heaven and we needed showers. Daniel and I watched as each of the boys took of their gym clothes and headed into the showers with towels. That was another shock. All of them had something on their bodies. Several were wearing chastity devices like ours. Some others were wearing buttplugs inside their rectums. A few were wearing both. One boy was wearing a spreader attached to his testicles with a lock to keep it in place, plus both of the other two devices. Cedric still had the flat clips on his nipples but also sported a buttplug.

Daniel and I shrugged and stripped off our gym clothes also. As we walked in the showers, a redheaded boy walked over to us.

"So, the two of you like to fuck, huh?" he asked us, with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Huh?" I asked, stupidly.

"Only fuckers have to wear those things, man," he said as if explaining one and one equals two.

By now, the others that were in the shower had turned towards us and the conversation with the redhead.

"Our uncle's making us wear them," Daniel explained to the kid.

"Well, it's either fucking or getting fucked that's landed you here, man," he said and turned around to show off his buttplug. We showed him ours as well. He laughed. "Ouch," he said with a friendly smile. "The name's Bradly, but everyone calls me 'Red'." He stuck out his hand to me first and I shook it after introducing myself.

"Everyone's got something done to them?" I asked as he and Daniel exchanged greetings.

"Yep. All of our parents like stuff like this. Your uncle, too?"

We nodded. He seemed to genuinely like us, but I learned on the street not to trust too many people. The rest of the time in the shower, Red stood next to us while he showered.

"You been to the Head's office yet?"

We both shook our heads, no.

"You will soon," he said, but didn't smile. "The Headmaster likes to break in all the new kids. It makes sure that they don't turn up in his office later. And you don't want to turn up in his office later; trust me."

"That bad?" I asked him.

"Worse," he said, shaking his head to me as he rinsed off his freckled body.

"Okay, boys, let's go in there," we were interrupted by the coach shouting into the showers. He didn't seem to be affected by the vision of more than twenty ten year old boys with bondage gear on their bodies.

We finished and dried ourselves off in a hurry. Both of us got dress, never minding whether someone saw us with rings around our cocks or not. We got to our next class and sat down. Red and a few others were there also. About halfway through the class, the speaker cracked to life.

"Mrs. Jones?"

"Yes?" she answered back.

"Is Daniel Vance in your class right now?"

"Yes he is," she answered again, but this time with a slight knowing smile.

"Could you send him to Mr. Booker's office, please?"

Daniel and I exchanged looks and he headed out of the room at the teacher's nod. I looked to Red and he shrugged. It was coming, and he knew it. I knew it was coming also, but I hated that it was him that got it first. Daniel was still a little shaky from being tormented by his father and Jock. If I had gone first, then I could have prepared him for what was coming, but now it was a moot point.

I didn't see Daniel the rest of the day until it was time to go home. I was walking to the front door when I heard my new name being called out. Daniel ran up next to me.

"So, what happened?" I asked him.

"I can't tell you, but I can tell you this. Tomorrow will be a very interesting day for you." He was positively ecstatic with joy. It wasn't a reaction I was ready for.

I begged him for more information, but he said that I would pay a heavy price for knowing ahead of time what was coming. Talk about aggravating. The whole trip home on the bus was frustrating as he didn't say another word to me about being with Mr. Booker. There was one thing I noticed, though. A small red mark was around his neck where his collar usually goes. I didn't press it at the time.

We got home and Dave asked us about our day. We looked at each other and didn't say a word. We just told him that we had homework for the evening.

That evening, Dave didn't mess with either of us. We had dinner, did our homework, and he went to his bed while we went to bed in the sectional. I slept in fits thinking about the next day's event coming up. I had the weirdest dream that my father was the headmaster of the school and he wanted me to go home with him. I woke up shaking my head to get the thought out of my mind.

The next morning, Dave left for his studio without fucking either of us before school. He told us to wait till I got home from school. Thoughts were assaulting my mind with regularity while the bus was caravanning us to the schoolhouse. The morning classes were more of the same as the day before. Daniel and I turned in our completed homework for good marks and we headed to gym class on schedule. We played dodgeball that day. Try getting hit in the crotch when you have a chastity device on. It hurts like hell, and that was the only place everyone was aiming for on those with devices. I got nailed about three times before the class was over with.

Red talked to us as we showered again, but this time about nothing special. The next class had me back on pins and needles just waiting for the call from the office. The intercom squawked to life about five minutes in.

"Could you send Dexter Vance to the office, please?" was the call.

Daniel patted me on the back as I left for the office. My footfalls echoed off the walls as I walked down the hall. Every step felt like it took forever. I made it to the main office room in about a half an eternity. The secretary motioned me through to the Head's office.

"Have a seat, Dexter," he said as I walked through the doorway.

He was an older man with a balding head still trying desperately to hang on to every strand of hair it could, but failing. He was still a little thin, with a middle that had a slight bulge to it. He sort of reminded me of the principal on The Simpsons. I sat down in the chair on the other side of his desk from him.

"How do you like our school so far, Dexter?"

"It's okay, sir," I answered back.

"Do you know why you're here?" he asked, thumping his middle finger on his desk. I shook my head to tell him, no. "Well, as your brother probably alluded to, you're here because I prefer to have an intimate session with all the new children at this school, as long as their parents give their permission."

"What do you mean, sir?" I knew what he meant; at least I thought I did.

"Let me show you," he said, standing up from behind his desk. "First, take off your shirt and tie, please."

I did as he told me and stood before him with a bare chest. He told me to stay where I was and not move as he walked around me to the locker that was to my rear. I heard him open the doors and then walk up right behind me. He took my right wrist and put a leather restraint on it and did the same with the left. A collar was fit around my neck with a small chain hanging down from the back. Then he took both arms and twisted them around back and up between my shoulder blades to lock them to the chain. My hands could touch the top of my blades; they were pulled up so high. It was very uncomfortable, but not too painful. A leather strap was then wrapped around my elbows to keep my arms tighter together. The longer ends of the strap was pulled around my chest and pulled tight, keeping my arms against my body.

He had me sit back down in the chair as he walked back around to lean against the desk. My cock was fighting with the chastity rings, and the rings were winning. He watched me for a second or two and then bent down and took off my shoes and socks. He stood back up before addressing me again.

"You're here today because I want to show you what will happen to you should you be sent to this office in the future, Dexter. Now, get up and follow me, please." It wasn't a kind request; it was order to be obeyed.

I stood up from the chair and followed him through the other door in the room. The room we went into was a very small room with curtains on the wall in front of us. He closed the door and turned on a dim light. The light shown its beams on the curtain. There was only one chair in the small rectangular room, and he sat down in it. He motioned for me to stand in front of him. A small control box was right beside him to the right. He touched a button and the curtains slid to the side, revealing a one-way mirror looking into another room.

The room I was looking into appeared to be a mini-torture chamber. It was littered with whips, floggers, canes, chains, straps, etc. It was empty when the curtains were pulled aside, but not for long.

A little girl was led into the room, already crying. She looked like she was about seven or eight years old. She had long, blond hair tied up into a ponytail. Her reddened eyes were a nice blue and she had a pert nose that helped set off a nice slender face. A few freckles were spattered high on her cheeks.

The deputy head was leading her into the room. She, on the other hand, was not anywhere close to the word, 'small'. Not to mention athletic, she was also stern-looking and very intimidating. Her brown hair was pulled up into a tight bun and she had the hardest grey eyes I had (or have) ever seen. She would literally put the fear of God into you with just a stare. Her breasts were large and filled out her suit without a problem. Her hips were slightly wide, but still trim.

She took off her jacket as the two walked into the room and hung it on the coat rack just inside the door. Her already impressive body was even more impressive without the coat on. She wasted no time with the little girl.

"Strip, girl," her voice came to us in the blackened room through a speaker in the wall.

The small, frightened girl didn't bother to argue, but did as she was told. Her school uniform was shed to the floor, piece by piece until she stood before the matronly woman, totally nude, save a small chastity device of her own. It covered her small vagina and butthole through her legs. A strap around her waist was what held it into place. The girl tried to cover her nipples with her hands, but the deputy wouldn't allow that. She smacked the girl's hands down with a small whip from the wall. The terrified girl had to just stand there and await orders.

The deputy wasn't in the mood for any time wasting, so she pulled the girl to the far wall and secured her to it. Ropes tied to wrist and ankle restraints held her spread-eagled to the wall.

While the deputy head was securing the girl, Mr. Booker was undoing my pants. He lowered them down to my ankles and whispered to me to step out of them. I knew better than to say anything to the contrary. My confined cock sprang outward as my slacks passed it. He pulled me back to him and I felt his bare skin. I was so engrossed in the scene on the other side of the mirror; I failed to notice him as he stripped.

He pulled me onto his lap and I felt his hardness between my buttcheeks. He rubbed it up and down my crack before lining it up to me. For a kind of skinny man, his cock was much larger than I expected. I grimaced as he slid me down to sit on him fully. I had to widen my legs to ease the pain a little, so I put them on the outside of his. When he had impaled me fully, he didn't begin to fuck me, as I expected. He just had me sit there before doing anything else.

He reached around and mercifully took off the chastity device. It didn't occur to me to ask where he got the key from. The next thing I felt was his hand over my mouth as clips were applied to both of my hard nipples. I knew why he covered my mouth; I screamed at the pain from them. I tried to dislodge the painful clips from my nipples, but he had put them on way too well; they were going nowhere.

"Quiet down, Dexter," he whispered in my ear.

I knew better than to ask him to take them off me. He pointed my attention back to the torture chamber and the little girl. She was now strapped to the wall, and awaiting her punishment from the deputy head.

The woman grabbed a paddle from the wall and took up her place next to the girl. She pulled back and let it fly across her bare buttocks. The girl screamed into the room, but counted the strike as, "One!" Another strike from the woman and another count from the screaming girl. Each time the deputy hit her, she hit her right on a wide area of the chastity belt. That part covered the girl's anus. I erroneously thought that the wide spot just covered the small hole and did nothing else.

The deputy head laid a total of twenty-five pelts on her bare butt before stopping. She laid the paddle aside and took up a thin snappy whip. She brought that down across the girl's bare buttocks a total of twenty-five times also. The babbling girl was begging for the torment to cease the entire time the deputy hit her, but until the full count was reached, it didn't stop. I saw a lot of crisscross lines etched into her skin when the woman replaced the whip.

During the time of the girl's paddling and whipping, Mr. Booker reached around and began stroking my straining erection. I came with a shudder as the last of the paddle hit the girl and two times during the whipping. I wasn't sure I could continue with the Head's 'lesson', but I wasn't in charge of this.

When the deputy head laid the whip down, she walked back over to the girl and unbuckled the chastity belt from around her waist. As it fell free, I saw that each of the wide spots that covered both her cunny and her anus actually had rubber dildos that had been inserted inside the young girl. I was shocked as I saw that, and Mr. Booker smiled at my reaction.

"Most girls wear those, here, Dexter," he told me while still stroking my softened peter back to stiffness. He was working on getting a fourth orgasm from me by now. But his cock was still hard and hadn't cum for the first time, yet. The man had staying power.

"What about the black collars, sir?" I asked, trying to take my mind off my hurting nipples.

"You'll see," he said.

I looked back in the room to see the deputy take her silk skirt off and lay it aside. Her hose were being held up by a garter belt and she wasn't wearing any panties. I saw her full bush for the first time as she turned back to the girl and walked to her. She made a gentle pass with her fingernails across the red marks on the girl's butt as she walked by her. The girl shivered at the light touch.

The deputy head took a belt off the wall holding a rubber cock on one side. On the other side of the cock was a smaller one. I watched her strap the belt around her waist and position the smaller rubber cock inside her thick bush of pubic hair. The larger one jutted out like a man's erection. It must have measured about seven or eight inches [18-20 cm] long.

"What do you say, little one?" she asked the whipped little girl when she got behind her.

"Thank you for my punishment, Mistress," she said in a gasp.

"And?" The deputy asked, putting the tip of the rubber cock between the girl's legs.

The girl muttered something under her breath, but I couldn't hear it. Neither did the deputy, apparently.

"Louder, girl, or I'll get the cane again," she threatened.

"Please fuck my naughty cunt, Mistress," she repeated louder. Even I wasn't convinced.

"Not very convincing, little one. I don't think you really want it. I think you want another round with the cane."

"NO, Mistress, please. I really do want you to fuck me." The girl was now begging severely not to have another go-round.

"Too late, girl," she said, pulling away from the bawling little girl.

She didn't pick up the whip or the paddle. She picked up a thin wooden stick and laid that across the girl's butt until it broke at the sixteenth strike. She got another one to round off at twenty-five.

Mr. Booker had stroked me to my fourth orgasm right after the twentieth time with the cane. His hard cock was still inside me and not moving. The woman replaced the cane where the first one was and walked back over to her subject.

"Now 3;?" she prompted the frightened child.

"Please, Mistress, fuck my nasty cunt hole. I need it."

"That's better, girl. Much better."

The rubber cock was replace between the small girl's legs and the woman moved her hips forward. I didn't hear a word of complaint from the bound child, so I figured that the girl was used to having this done to her. I was wrong again. The woman backed up her hips and aimed the cock properly from around the girl's waist. Apparently, she had missed the first time. Whether it was intentional or not, I didn't know, but she didn't slip and miss the second time.

The poor girl screamed as the cock sliced into her. It was then that Mr. Booker stood me up, turned the two of us around, and bent me over the seat he had just vacated. I could actually feel the warmth of his body heat on the cushion of the chair. As I heard the girl scream more in the room, I felt the cock inside me begin to pump my guts.

The poor girl in the room continued to get hammered by the deputy while the Head grabbed my hips for his fuck as well. One of his hands snaked around and stroked my cock again. His stamina was to be commended. After then whole time of being inside me, he still was taking a long time to cum. Meanwhile, I heard the deputy shout in rapturous joy as her first climax hit her. And by the sound of the little girl, the woman was not stopping with just one.

Mr. Booker and I came at the same time. Actually, I came again just before him, but the tightness of my asshole clenched down to get him over the edge as well. The woman in the room came twice more as we were recovering in the viewing room. Whether the whipped girl came or not, I didn't know.

Mr. Booker pulled me up to stand before pulling out of my ass, but he did pull out and replace my own buttplug inside me to keep his jizm in place. He turned me around and face him. I reached down and licked his cock of his jizm without him saying a word. I looked up and saw him smile as I cleaned him.

When I was done with that, he let me see what was happening in the room beyond the glass. The little girl was let down from her bonds and she collapsed to the floor on her side. The deputy scolded her and ordered her to stand. She did as she was told, but it was on shaky legs and groaning from the pain her backside was enduring.

A simple black collar was put around her neck and locked in place. The deputy grabbed her by the collar and led the girl to her clothes.

"Get dressed and go to the nurse's room. You only have a few minutes before last bell, so hurry, you little slut."

The frightened little girl nodded and went about doing what she was told. Mr. Booker led me from the dark room and back into his office. He grabbed his clothes and my pants on the way out and slipped on his trousers when we stepped into his space. The nipple clips were removed and I grimaced as the blood rushed back to them. I grimaced even more as my arms were released from their moorings. I kept shaking them to get the blood to return. He removed the collar that was around my neck to replace it in the closet as well.

Mr. Booker sat in his seat after replacing his shirt, shoes and socks. I was still having trouble getting my arms to work properly as he spoke to me.

"Now, Dexter, that was a punishment session," he said.

"What did she do wrong, sir?"

"She hit another girl in the hall yesterday."

"Is that why she has to wear the collar?"

"Good eye, Dexter. Your brother didn't see that from his learning session yesterday," he mused with a smile. "As far as your question, yes. And she'll have to wear it for a week's time. During that time, any teacher has the privilege to do what they want to her; no questions asked."

"Wow," I whispered, more to myself than to him. He smiled.

"Now, go ahead and get dressed. Deputy Larson was correct; you only have a few minutes before the final release bell."

I nodded and started getting dressed again. I asked a question as I was putting my chastity rings back on. It hit me about the key.

"How did you get the key to my chastity device, sir?"

"Your uncle gave me a copy, Dexter. It is required for all parents and guardians to give us copies of keys to chastity devices and belts. Also to any collars or other devices used on the students here. Most students do not wear collars from home; the teachers tend to get the wrong impressions."

I smiled at that as I could see why they would. I was just putting my second shoe on as the final bell rang. He handed me my pack and I left his office, having a respect for the institution.

I found Daniel as we headed for the buses. We smiled at each other as we boarded.

"How was it?" he asked as we sat down.

"Very satisfying," I told him.

We rode the rest of the way home in silence. Dave had us do our homework before dinner, and made sure it was done. That evening, Dave had a surprise for us after dinner.

Chapter 20
Rules at Home

Our arms were seized and pulled behind our backs. Each wrist was tied to the opposite elbow by a wrist restraint and strap around the elbows. Our collars were put around our necks and another strap was tied from the collar to our forearms. We were led to the table and folded over the opposite end from each other. Both of us were bent over the table, placing our butts in the air and our cocks against the wood of the table. Both of our feet were off the ground, also.

Another strap connected to the back of our collars, linking them together. This trap was passed over the light hanging from the ceiling over the center of the bed and tightened just enough to raise our heads and chests off the table. Then Dave brought out the clips. One clip was added to each of our nipples. This was painful enough without him continuing. A line was started from Daniel's left nipple clip and strung to my left one, then to his right one and back to my right one, finishing with the one he had started with. He made several circuits with the thin wire until the whole spool was used.

Our ankles were spread apart and tied to the legs of the table with straps and leather restraints. Dave then took a wire and attached it to the smallest chastity ring on my cock and strung it under the table to Daniel and did the same thing. He pulled it tight till both of us were groaning. He did something else under the table to the line that I couldn't see, but reappeared from under it shortly. A ball gag was stuffed in both of our mouths before Dave really got started on us.

He lined up to Daniels' left side with a paddle and swung it hard against his ass. I heard the smack even though I tried like hell not to. Daniel screamed into the gag as loud as he could. Another smack and scream was added to the sounds of the room. Daniel started squirming around and I felt a tug on my cock as he did so. I was already in pain from that stupid device as well as the clips on my nipples and I didn't need him to add to it.

A total of twenty smacks of the paddle were delivered to Daniel's upturned ass. Then it was my turn, as expected. I closed my eyes to the inevitable pain. It was worse that I expected. Even Jock wasn't this rough with me. Dave swung that thing as hard as he could during each of the swats of that paddle. At the twentieth one, my ass felt like it had been lit on fire.

Dave walked around and began playing with the line connecting our nipple clips. Both of us squirmed like crazy under that manipulation until he quit. He was definitely turned on and needed to relieve himself with one of us. My buttplug was removed and I felt some of Mr. Booker's semen leak out right after it. I hadn't had a bowel movement yet to remove any of it. I was a little embarrassed by having Dave see it, but it didn't bother him in the least.

His cock replaced the plug, of course, and he shoved it all the way inside with one motion. My cock was really being tormented against the tabletop as well as the link to Daniel's cock device. As he pushed into me, the line tightened somehow, pulling my cock under the table more. He gripped my hips as the real fucking began. I even felt his balls slap mine as he drove into me harder and harder. Thankfully the table was bolted down because he was tearing into me with the ferocity of a charging bull.

Finally, Dave tightened and sent seed flying into my bowels for the second time that day. He pulled his waning cock out of my ass and replaced the buttplug. He didn't let me down from the table, though. I was aching from the paddling, and my cock was hurting from the torment he was doing without doing anything. Not to mention what my nipples were going through.

Dave left us to watch some TV while he recovered his strength for Daniel. We waited. That was all we could do. The minutes seemed like hours in the bondage we were in. Once in a while, one of us would try and shift, but otherwise all we could do was hang there and wait for the next round. Dave put a tape into the VCR and I recognized it as the tape I had made with Larry and Jock when he had taken my asshole for the first time. I didn't know where he found that, but my embarrassment grew.

I had to endure listening to the sounds I had made when Jock deflowered me for the first time. I remembered having Larry's cock down my throat at the same time Jock nailed me from behind. Having Dave watch that was even more torment than when it actually happened to me. But I couldn't do anything in my current condition to stop it from playing. He rewound the tape and started it again when he was ready for Daniel.

It was about half an hour or so later when Dave walked up behind Daniel with a stiff dick, ready for action. With an audible 'pop', the buttplug was twisted out of Daniel's bottom and Dave shoved his cock inside. With each thrust, my cock was feeling the pull of the wire on my cock's chastity device and small bits of pain hit me. Daniel grunted hard into the ball gag as Dave speared him and did his best to hold on during the hard reaming he was getting. Sounds of both Daniel getting fucked in front of my very eyes and me getting it on the TV filled the small place.

In between some thrusts, Dave spanked the boy's asscheeks just for good measure. It took infinitely longer for our 'uncle' to cum this time, but he did after several animalistic thrusts. Daniel bore the brunt of the more brutal fuck, but both of us did get it that evening. As with me, Dave pulled out of Daniel's backside and replaced the buttplug to give him a sperm enema as well.

"Good night, boys," he said with another slap to Daniel's buttocks.

We grunted like crazy when he turned the light off and headed to bed. Both of us didn't want to stay like this all night. But, we were going to. The minute we heard his head hit the bed, we knew we were in for a long, long night. Both of us tried desperately to get into some kind of comfortable position, but it was useless. Neither Daniel nor myself got any sleep that night and it seemed to drag on and on forever.

The next morning came with a cloudy sky and a little rain. Dave walked in and had breakfast in the kitchen long before freeing the two of us from the table. I don't know about Daniel, but I was beginning to wonder if he was ever going to let us down. He finally took everything off us, and we both collapsed to the tabletop in sheer exhaustion.

"Get your showers taken and hurry up for school," he barked at us.

We nodded and headed to the bathroom. We showered together, but didn't do any thing but get clean. We did, however, clean each other, like normal. We got a quick breakfast and headed to the bus for school. Both of us talked about what had happened overnight and neither of us were happy about it. There was no point to having us tied up like that and get no sleep.

That whole day was like a fog to both of us. I barely even remember it. I think Red talked to us again in the shower, but nothing else. I do remember seeing the little girl that was in the torture room the day before. I found out her name was Sara, and she was eight years old in the third grade. She was walking a bit different that day.

Both of us decided to talk to Dave when we got home and tell him not to have us like that all night. I don't mind getting tied up, even in the extreme position that we were in, but all night was not going to work. Daniel and I were extremely tired that afternoon, but we managed to do our homework before Dave got home. When he did arrive, I took the lead in the conversation.

"Uncle Dave, can we talk to you, please?" I asked him as he walked through the door.

"Sure, Dexter, but first both of you take those clothes off," he said, reaching into the bag he was carrying.

"No," I told him, flat-out.

"No?" he asked, with a raised eyebrow.

"Look, Dave, we came here because you treated me very well. Now you're acting like all the others at the filming studio and the bangers that raped me. We're tired of being objects to fuck. If you can't give us what we need instead of just fucking us, then we're leaving."

"Then leave, Dexter," he said without emotion.

I turned to Daniel and we shrugged. Both of us grabbed our packs that we had done earlier and headed to the door. I opened it and we were just about to step through when Dave called to us.

"Wait, boys," he said, and not so full of himself, but deflated.

We looked at each other and turned back. He was looking at us differently.

"Okay, what do you want?" he asked with his hands out.

I shut the door and we turned back around to him. Both of us walked to stand behind the corner sectional's back that was closest to the door. Daniel took over from there for a while.

"We want to be loved, not just fucked, Dave. You treated us very good in the beginning, but lately all you want to do is fuck us. Last night you left us tied up to the kitchen table all night long. We couldn't even concentrate on our schoolwork today."

"You told us that if we stayed here that we had to go to school, right?" I asked. Dave nodded. "Is that just because the school you chose has teachers that torture and fuck their students or was it that you cared about us?"

"I care about you guys," he choked out, and tears were starting to well up in his eyes.

"Then please treat us better," Daniel answered him.

"We're not saying that we don't want to get tied up or anything like that, or have fun like that, but you haven't been concerned about anything since we started school except fucking us." I threw into the conversation.

"You're right, boys. I'm sorry. Please stay with me."

It was an honest plea and Daniel and I looked at each other, trying to decide whether or not he was being totally truthful. In the end, we decided to remain with him. We got some much needed rest that evening and headed to school the next day.

The next day was not bad. Dave didn't mess with us, sexually, but actually held us and cuddled with us on the couch. We slept with him and he let us sleep.

The next day was Friday, and we decided to lay down some ground rules for our fun with Dave.

"Uncle Dave?" Daniel asked him that evening as we were clearing the table.

"Yeah, Daniel?"

"Can we talk for a few minutes, please?"

"Sure. Fire away."

"Well, Dexter and I have been talking and we would like to keep having fun with you and the 'toys' you've bought us, but we need to set some limits."

"Well, that sounds fair," he said, turning his full attention to us.

"Okay," he said, pulling out the piece of paper that we had written them down on earlier from his pocket. "Rule one; no more overnight stuff during the week or Sunday nights."

"Fair enough," he commented.

"Rule two," he said as if he wasn't interrupted, "is no more spankings unless we've done something wrong."

"Okay, go on," he said, still listening.

"And rule three; no one tapes us and Dexter wants to know where you got the video of him and the two men."

"That's you?!" he asked and I nodded. "Wow, I didn't know that was you, Dexter." He did seem genuinely shocked.

"If you're lying, we're leaving right now, Dave," I threatened.

"I'm not lying, Dex. I didn't know that was you."

I was satisfied with his answer. He told me he got it from an underground source that was needing to get rid of the video. I wasn't sure I totally believed him on that, but we stayed anyway. Let him have the secret for now.

That night, Dave suggested some fun for us in his bed. We agreed.

We were tied up in a 69 with me on the bottom and with my head closest to the head board of the bed. Dave snuck himself under me and penetrated my ass from underneath while Daniel was still on top with his mouth around my cock. Mine was sucking his also. Our limbs were tied together at the wrists, ankles, knees and elbows, and stretched to the corners of the bed. Four more bands were tied around our shoulders, securing them to the opposite's hip joints.

He did fuck me, of course, but he also seemed to make me feel better about it. It was almost as if he was making love to me. Whatever it was, I was liking it.

After cumming, he didn't bother moving his body or removing his cock from my asshole. The three of us fell asleep as we were. It started a whole new chapter in our fun. It was beginning to be built on mutual respect for each other.

Chapter 21
Punishment

I remember one time going to the nurse's office and finding a little girl with her head buried in the nurse's snatch. I had to wait for the nurse to finish cumming before she could take care of my headache for me. Another time, a kindergarten-age boy was going to town on a secretary's muff under the desk. I saw him come out from under it and leave after she was done with him.

Neither Daniel or I got into trouble until April of that year. We were in the shower and one of the boys, who was already wearing a collar at the time, grabbed Daniel from behind and tried to bend him over to fuck him. Daniel elbowed him in the ribs and I jumped him from behind before he could recover. Daniel took to punching him in the stomach while I held his arms. All the others were chanting, "fight, fight, fight". It was loud enough to drown out the sound of a tornado, so the coach ran into the shower to see the problem. He of course drew the wrong conclusion as he saw the two of us ganging up on this one kid.

We were led, as is, to the office. There were some people in the hall, several staring and snickering as all three of us were being taken to the office in our birthday suits. Not to mention that both Daniel and I were wearing chastity devices on our cocks and the other kid had his collar on his neck (it was to remain on, no matter the shower).

"What's going on here?" The Headmaster asked as the coach shoved us through his doorway. I'm sure the sight of three naked, wet boys was a welcomed one, but it didn't take an Einstein to know something was wrong.

"I found these two," pointing at us, "ganging up on this one," pointing to the other kid, the coach told him.

We tried to tell him our side of the story, but he just held up his hand for silence. We got quiet quickly.

"I don't care about the 'why's', boys. Fighting is strictly prohibited here and will not be tolerated." Then he turned to the other boy. "I believe that this is something new for you, Martin. Two trips to the punishment room in as many days."

The boy tried to plead his case as well, saying that it was all our fault, but that went as far as our plea did. After Martin shut up, Mr. Booker addressed all three of us.

"Monday," he started as it was Friday at the time, "all three of you will be in the punishment room for the duration of the day." All three of us moaned at that. "Now, now, we won't have any of that. As there are three of you, it will take all day to administer punishment. Also, Martin, you will wear that collar for three weeks starting Monday." The boy groaned in defeat at that point. He turned back to us again. "The two of you will wear the collars for only a week, starting Monday."

He sent Martin to the nurse's office to get checked out and the two of us back to finish our shower and get dressed. People were leaving classes now and the halls were full of kids. We asked if we could wait till it was empty, but we got a real hard look from him and did as we were told.

Other kids pointed and laughed as we made our way back to the gym's locker rooms. My butt actually got pinched by a fourth grade girl named Tracy. She got this sly smile as I turned to see who did it. She was cute, though, but I had to get to the showers and get my clothes so I didn't exactly stay and chat.

We made it to the lockers none too worse for wear and finished our showers. Thankfully, we only had lunch next and headed in that direction for a very quick bite of food. Everyone kept staring at us the rest of the day, knowing what we were in for on Monday. Even Red looked at us like we were on death row, headed for the chair. The ride home was not any better.

We told Dave what happened and what was going to happen on Monday. He sympathetically understood our plight and didn't mess with us all weekend long. We did sleep with him in his bed, though.

Dave had been looking throughout the past few months for something larger that the three of us would like in a new home, and had been less than successful. He also didn't want to leave the area with this 'great' school system. He found a nice place in the area that was actually a nice sized house we could afford that weekend. He was happy, but the two of us were still worried about Monday. We did indulge him a little and went to see the house. Both of us liked it as well as Dave.

Monday snuck around the corner and had me and Daniel heading to school. We saw Martin immediately as we got to the front door of the school.

"Look, Daniel, I'm sorry for what I did in the showers," he said, looking downcast.

"Apology accepted," Daniel told him.

"I guess we should go get this over with," I said to the two of them. We all three sighed and headed to our very long day.

The office was packed full as we walked in the doors. The secretary told us that the deputy would see us in a few minutes. We waited for a few minutes before she showed up. It was like someone was stabbing knives in my side while we waited. I wasn't sure which was worse; the wait or the room. At the time, my vote went to the wait.

"Follow me, boys," she said as she strolled through the room.

We got up and followed her obediently into her office. She sat down behind her desk and we plopped into the chairs on the other side. She had three files on her desk; two of them were thin and only held one sheet of paper each. The third was significantly thicker and had several pieces of paper in it. She opened the third folder belonging to Martin first.

"Well, well, Martin. This is a new step for you. I didn't expect to see you back so soon, especially after the last time you were here."

Martin looked like the world had come to an end. His whole demeanor had changed since Friday. The deputy, Ms. Larson, then turned her attentions to the two of us.

"I know the two of you are here because of this one," she said, motioning to Martin and then continuing. "But that doesn't excuse a student, or students, from fighting."

"But, Mistress, he was trying to rape my brother," I explained to her.

"Yes, Dexter, I know that. I have read the Headmaster's report, and I don't doubt you for a minutes. Martin's been a problem since he got here. Hopefully we can straighten that out before his behavior gets too bad.

"However, you do not take matters like this into your own hands. You should have gotten Coach Grabble to stop it."

I hadn't thought of that.

"Now, Headmaster Booker has requested that the three of you remain with me for the day, and I concur with that. But I will be lenient with the two of you this one time, for two reasons. One; that you were sticking up for your brother and defending him. And two; that this is your first time in the punishment room since you arrived here, and that says a lot.

"Now, let's get this unpleasant business started and behind us, shall we?" She had a smile on her face, but her eyes were telling a different story. But it wasn't me or Daniel that had to really be afraid of her; it was Martin.

We slowly got out of our seats and she had us strip our clothes off right then and there. Her door was unlocked, but no one came in it while we were there, not that it mattered much. Everyone knew what was going to happen when a person went to see Deputy Larson.

Once stripped, we were led into the punishment room that was in between her office and the Head's office. As we entered, I noticed Martin wasn't wearing a chastity device or a buttplug, which I thought was unusual. Looking back on it, he wasn't wearing anything on Friday, either. She closed the door after us, and I couldn't help but wonder if Headmaster Booker had someone on the other side of that mirror.

Daniel and I were strung up against the wall like little Sara was. Martin was strung up spread-eagled in the center of the room, exposing every part of his anatomy to the deputy.

Daniel's right wrist was secured to the wall with the same strap as my left and the same went with our ankles. Our buttplugs were removed and two sizable rubber dildos replaced them. Ms. Larson started the paddling with Daniel first. Twenty-five hard smacks with the paddle to his butt and the dildo up his ass had him screaming. His voice was hoarse as he counted the final swat.

Then it was my turn. She went to my right and began swinging the paddle. Her strength had not waned an ounce. Each swat of that paddle drove the dildo into my asshole harder and harder. After each one, it would slide out a little, due to my anal muscles trying to expel it, but her paddle drove it back inside. My cock was also being tormented against the wall with each swat and the chastity rings. She finished with her first round of swats to me and turned her attention to Martin. We had only been in the room for an hour so far, but it felt like longer.

Daniel and I were able to turn our heads enough to see what Ms. Larson was going to do to Martin. He was already begging before she began.

"I told you what was going to happen to you if you should appear back in my office again this year, Martin, so you can only blame yourself."

He whimpered, but the deputy head was not in the mood to hear any more of it from him and a ball gag was shoved roughly into his mouth. The straps were linked in the back of his head, effectively shutting out a lot of noise he would have made.

She walked away from him after the gag was secured and got something we couldn't see from our vantage point. She walked back over and we saw what it was; a white box. I saw her open it and inside was a neat row of pins and needles. Martin also saw it and began to struggle to get away from it; like that would help.

The deputy pulled one out and approached his chest. She played with his right nipple first to get it firmed up before driving it through the tit. All I can say, is thankfully he was gagged. Blood flowed down his chest a little when she walked away from him. He was still screaming into the gag when she came back with the second pin. She skewered the same nipple going perpendicular to the first pin, so that the two pins looked like a small plus sign. She repeated the procedure with the other nipple.

I saw small lines of blood run down Martin's chest as he whimpered in pain. The deputy head took a small break, to allow the boy a rest before going on with more of the torment. When she started again, she took a needle from the box and took aim at his groin. She reached between his legs and pulled his scrotum down with one hand and pierced the gonad with a needle in the other. More muffled screams filled the room as she drove it all the way through the skin to make sure the scrotum kept the invasive piece of metal embedded. She put a total of four needles into each small scrotum before stopping.

Now blood was dripping from between his legs when she took her next break from him. She turned back to the two of us while letting Martin 'rest'. She took off her skirt and blouse and walked over to the side. I knew what was coming next; one of the three of us was getting her strap-on dildo. I saw her put on the belt with the double cock around her waist and advance on me.

"Your brother got the paddling first, and you're getting to satisfy me first, boy," she told me as she walked up behind me. She greased the fake cock with one hand and slid it up and down the crack of my ass before putting to the entrance to my back door.

I wasn't even a bit prepared before she shoved it inside and I had to bite down hard to keep from screaming my lungs out. She noticed my ability to handle what she had given me.

"You must be used to this, boy. Most boys cringe when they see this." She was right behind me when she spoke, and I could feel her breasts behind the bra press against my back.

"Yes, Mistress," remembering what Sara called her.

That confirmation was all it took for her to begin fucking me with that thing. She pushed off me and began. Unlike a real cock that can move and adjust, this one just tears and was unyielding. Another difference was that I could tell when it was over with by the fact that a man's cock would normally deflate. The deputy's fake one was going to last until she was finished with me.

That piece of rubber sliced into me for what seemed like an eternity before she was finished. I counted her orgasms in my mind while she came, at least until I lost count at about seven.

Finally, my shagging was over and she staggered away from me. She left the room for a bit to have a real break in her office, grabbing her skirt and blouse on the way out. The only sounds in the room were Martin's whimpers from behind me and Daniel.

"You okay?" he asked me.

I nodded weakly. He was about to say something else, but I shook my head, slightly and he stopped. I figured that someone was watching and the less any of us talked; the better. All three of us hung there for a while before Ms. Larson returned. She was dressed again and went straight to Martin.

He cringed as she stroked his cheek with the back of her fingernails. She turned around and retrieved a jar of ointment. I didn't know what it was until she opened the lid. Once the strong smell assaulted my nostrils, I knew it was sports cream. She dolled out a healthy bit on her two fingers and smeared in along the length of his dick. She continued to scoop out the cream until his entire dick and balls were covered in it. She moved up to cover his pierced nipples next.

Martin sighed briefly as the cream made contact, but after a while he began to fidget. The deputy head stood back to watch the cream take effect and smiled when the fidgeting turned to squirming. The smile grew as his squirming grew to thrashing. It was wasted effort, of course, but he couldn't help himself. His whole crotch and chest were on fire by this time.

When she was satisfied with the amount of pain he was in, she took her skirt and blouse off again and replaced the belt with the fake cocks. I figured Daniel was next, but I was wrong. She rubbed the sports cream along the length of the larger cock and stood behind Martin. All of us knew what was going to happen next. She held onto him by his hips as she lined the rubber cock up to her intended victim's asshole.

With no way of stopping her, Martin took the full force of the deputy's cock in one single hard thrust. She didn't bother to make it easier on the boy. Even though he had been screaming almost nonstop, his voice found the strength for another impressive shriek. The deputy head fucked his ass with that cock until she was totally satisfied again, and that was following six more climaxes.

She didn't fuck him like she did with me. It was just a straight fuck. With me, she had her arms wrapped around me at times, feeling my immature chest. But with Martin, she just fucked the shit out him like he was some fucktoy. It was totally impersonal and cold.

When she was finished, she pulled the cock out of his bruised ass and wiped it down with a paper towel. His asshole was now also leaking blood mixed with sports cream. Before leaving us again, she dolled out a healthy amount and smeared it up his buttcrack.

"I'll be back after lunch, boys," she said, grabbed her skirt and blouse and left the room.

So, we were left in our misery again. Martin was way more miserable than either of us, but my ass was still burning a little from her dildo. We hung in the room for an hour, but it felt like six. When she returned, she had three glasses of water and three sandwiches. She fed the two of us that were against the wall, and then turned to Martin.

"I'm going to take your gag out of your mouth, boy. And if you make so much as one peep about anything, I will replace it and leave you hungry. Got it?" She was looking him right in the eyes when she talked to him.

He nodded and she took the ball gag out, but not off. All she did was lower it to sit around his neck. True to his word, he kept his mouth closed about complaining while she fed him. When she was finished feeding Martin, the ball gag was replaced and she stripped off her blouse and skirt again. The strap-on was wrapped around her waist and she walked up behind Daniel for another round of boy-fucking.

He took it as well as I did, impressing her with him as well. She shagged him for a longer time than she did me, coming at least ten times before stopping. Her knees were beginning to weaken, now. I'm sure she was getting worn out with all this pleasure she was receiving. She did do the same with Daniel as she did with me and used her hands more on his body. I thought I saw his body shiver in a small orgasm of his own.

When she was finished with Daniel, she released us to the floor. We collapsed, trying to get some strength back in our limbs after being hung on a wall for over five hours. She let us take our time before barking more orders at us.

"I was told by the Headmaster that the two of you like to pleasure each other," she said as we stood.

Daniel and I looked at each other, shocked that she knew this. The only way she, or the Head, would have known was if Dave told them. She laughed at the look on our faces.

"Your Uncle David told us on the application sheet. It was required, so don't think he betrayed any confidences or anything. So, by the looks on your faces, I was right?"

"Yes, Mistress," we chorused.

"Well, how about showing me, then?"

Again, we were shocked. We both looked to see Martin staring at us. She had led us to stand where he could see us easily. I tried not to stare at his blood and cream covered body.

"Go on, boys, no one's going to hold this against you. A lot of boys experiment with each other here."

We looked at each other again and shrugged. He leaned over to me, cautiously, and kissed me on the lips. I returned the kiss and we moved into an intimate embrace. If she wanted a show, then we were going to give her one.

I felt her hands reach down to my groin and unlock our chastity devices while we kissed. Then the show was on. We had the time to make it special.

I began kissing his neck as he stretched his head upward. My hands roamed around his body that I knew so well by now. His reached down mine and played with my nipples before gravitating to my buttocks to play with my sphincter. He knew how much that always turned me on.

Using my mouth and hands, I laid him down on the floor and straddled his young body. I began sucking on his youthful nipples as he really began to get turned on. I rained down kisses all over his face, neck, and nipples, alternating between the three areas. As I returned to his nipples for the third time, he punched a finger through my anal barrier while he was playing with me.

Ms. Larson took the opportunity to fit a thin dildo inside me to replace his finger. I felt it go in, of course, but it didn't hurt any. Daniel took the hint and began pumping my asshole with it. He knew I liked that anyways. My cock that was sandwiched between our bodies was growing while he pumped that thing into me. I was responding as I normally did.

Daniel was responding to my stimulations as well. His cock had been positioned right below my taint and I could feel him grow to full strength. I rocked my hips back and forth along his cock and he was definitely feeling it and enjoying it.

I was about to slide down his body to wrap his cock with my mouth, as usual, but Ms. Larson wrapped a collar around my neck first. I was stunned a little by her move and then remembered the rule about the collar. It was locked in place and I continued my molestations of Daniel's body.

I twisted around to put us into our favorite 69 position and began sucking on his cock. He began sucking on mine while pumping my ass with the dildo. I played with his almond balls and got him really turned on. It was what he liked right after the nipples being played with. His manipulations also began having its affect on me. I began to forget my surroundings as pleasure took me over.

"Harder, Uncle, harder," I said to the fake dildo begin pumped into me. It stopped briefly, but quickly resumed its pace. I wasn't thinking at this point as Daniel had me cumming with his sucking my cock and pumping my bowels. He didn't stop with just one, either. As he still had an orgasm in him to get to, he continued working on me. That was our usual arrangement, so he continued.

I came again right after the first and he followed me into bliss. We rolled over, and I was on the bottom, still sucking him off. My finger snaked into his ass while I was still getting hammered with the dildo. Instinctively, I raised my legs and grasped his head between my thighs, still believing Dave was the one fucking me. I felt fingers grab my ankles and link the ankle restraints together, but I was beyond caring about that.

I pumped my finger into Daniel a couple of times as he likes to have done after his first orgasm, and he came again. I was on my third one as he continued through a second longer climax. I let him calm down a few seconds before building him back up to his third, but he wasn't done with me yet, either.

As Daniel had me getting close to my fourth rapture, I began yelling into the room as I normally did when getting this far.

"Oh God, yes, fuck me, Uncle. Fuck me harder, Uncle." I was out of my mind in pleasure as the room filled with my lustful cries of joy.

Daniel didn't slow down with the usage of the dildo, but kept it up through his third and, soon after, fourth climax. His fourth and mine coincided beautifully. My legs dropped, exhaustively, to the floor of the punishment room. Daniel's legs did the same as we just lay there, gasping for air. He pushed off me and rolled to the side. That was when I regained my senses.

I opened my eyes and saw the florescent lights above me, not Dave's bedroom lights. Everything I had said came rushing back to me. I covered my face in extreme shame. I began crying full-fledged tears. They wouldn't stop. I felt Daniel move up beside me to console me.

"What's wrong?" he asked. I just shook my head to him.

"Boy!" I heard Ms. Larson say with a snap of her fingers. "Leave us!" I felt Daniel get up and leave the room. Ms. Larson did something and come back to sit beside me. I felt her hand on the side of my face.

"It's okay, Dexter. You're okay. No damage done." She said, still stroking my face.

"N 3;no Mistress, it isn't okay. I told about my uncle and what he does with us."

"Is that all?" she said, and I heard a snicker in her voice. I opened my eyes to look at her. She was smiling a warm smile.

"Wh 3;what do you mean, Miss?" I asked her, wiping my eyes clear.

"There isn't a single student in here that doesn't get it from a parent or guardian. Every one of our students knows about sex and bondage. Why do you think you and your brother are here?"

I hadn't considered that. She removed the dildo that Daniel had left embedded in my ass before she spoke again.

"Look, we know it happens here, and as long as the students, or student, are not being harmed in a permanent way, we don't interfere. Most of the students here enjoy it, also, so don't think for a second that you're different because your uncle has sex with you two, Dexter."

I wiped the tears from my eyes and felt a little better. She helped me up and we turned to Martin still hanging from the ceiling. She told me to get my brother back in here, and I did. She was standing in front of Martin when walked up behind her on both sides.

"Now, to you," she said to him. "You've just seen the right way to go about treating others. You don't force others to have sex with you, Martin. There are ways of going about things and what you tried to do to Daniel was wrong. This collar that's going around your neck will stay on for three weeks past today, Martin."

She put the collar around his neck, but didn't take him down from the chains holding him. She turned to us instead.

"Your collars will stay on for the rest of the week. Do you know what it means to have a collar like this on your neck?" We nodded and she continued. "Good. Now, you will stay in here for the rest of the afternoon until the final bell sounds. Your books and homework are in my office, go get them and start on them there. I still have some things to do with Martin. Do not get dressed until I tell you to. Any questions?"

We both shook our heads and she dismissed us. I closed the door to the punishment room and we found seats to start our homework. We didn't talk while we worked on the studies; there would be plenty of time for that later. As instructed, we did our work in the nude.

We heard some more muffled screams come from the room while we worked, but we didn't bother thinking about them at the time. Whatever she was still doing to him was just fine with us. He was the main reason we were here in the office in the first place. After a couple of hours of work, she exited the room and told us to get dressed. I saw the clock on the wall and the final bell was going to ring in a few minutes.

"What about Martin, Mistress?" I asked with genuine concern.

"Don't worry about Martin, Dexter. He's going to stay here for a while longer and someone will take him home later."

Daniel and I looked at each other and shivered. We didn't want to know what she had in store for him. We just got dressed as quickly as we could and waited for the bell. We had to take the ankle and wrist restraints off our limbs and return them to Ms. Larson. The bell rang and she dismissed us again, but this time to leave for home.

Other kids kept looking at us as we left the office and got aboard the bus. We didn't pay them any attention. We knew we were in trouble, and the rest of the week was going to be a long one, but we certainly didn't want to talk about it.

Dave asked us how it went, and we showed him our backsides. He smiled at the reddened skin. He told us that we wouldn't be doing anything as far as sex goes for the week, as he knew what we were going to have to go through at school. That night, he even ordered us a pizza for dinner and we ate till we were stuffed.

The rest of the week went as could be expected. In the four days that remained in the week, Daniel and I both sucked more cocks, ate more hairy pussy, and got fucked by so many teachers and staff, that we were glad it was the weekend. On Wednesday, we were ordered to the teacher's lounge right after lunch where we were shared by four male teachers at the same time. I found out that our science teacher was particularly well hung and liked Daniel more than me.

But our week was nothing compared to Martin's week. Starting that Tuesday morning, he had to come to school without a stitch of clothing covering his body. He wore the collar, of course, but also wrist and ankle restraints and a chastity device that was a lot more torturous than ours. It had small spikes on the inside of the rings, so that if he ever got an erection, they would dig into the meat of his cock. They weren't long spikes, but they did draw blood during the time he wore it. All restraints and the cock torturing device were kept on by locks. Daniel and I were also made to wear our chastity rings for the duration of the punishment, and were not to be removed under any circumstances.

Everyone laughed at him as he walked in the doors and took off his overcoat. He saw us almost immediately and walked over to us. I could make out four rings set in his nipples, making two crosses where the pins were the previous day. His gonads had the same thing done and eight rings decorated them. The deputy head must have put them in and told his parents not to have them removed.

"You gonna make it to Friday?" Daniel asked him.

"I'll make it somehow," he said, trying to cover himself with his books. His face was flushed red already.

The remainder of the week had Martin in some very painful positions. We didn't see a lot of him, but what we did see wasn't pretty. The next time we saw him that day was at lunch. He was servicing all the servers on the food line. His whole butt was dark red already. One of the servers was pulling on each of his nipple rings while he was licking the cunt of another server.

The time after that was when I was called to the teacher's lounge alone and he was already there. A teacher had his dick shoved up his ass and was reaming him out quite effectively while another was getting her cunt licked by him. He had his arm buried half way up her pussy while he licked her clit. She was in the throws of an orgasm when I walked in the room. The teacher that called me in motioned me over and started on me for the next half hour.

Wednesday had Martin being led into the cafeteria at lunchtime by a leash attached to his collar. His butt was red with some dark lines etched among the red. His arms were behind his back and pulled to have his wrists attached to the back of his collar the same way The Head had done to me on my initiation visit to the viewing room. The deputy head was leading him by the leash, but there was also something weird about the way he walked. I looked down to see weights added to the rings piercing his balls. I could make out his nipples also were red around the areoles. He had already gone through a bad session with Ms. Larson. I wondered if he had done something else wrong, but he hadn't. She just wanted him for a while as there was no other student to torment at the time. The whole place was full of students eating lunch while they were pointing and laughing at him. He didn't look anyone in the face the whole time Ms. Larson fed him his lunch, he just kept looking at the floor.

The next time we saw him was the end of that day as we were leaving. He was walking very gingerly. I asked him if he was okay and he opened his overcoat. Two large clips were hanging from his small testicles. They had clamped onto the small orbs themselves, not the skin of the scrotum. Weights were added to the free ends of the clips. Even I had to cross my legs and wince at his pain. He had spent the whole day with the deputy headmistress. It was no wonder that we got called to the teacher's lounge more that day than any other.

Friday finally arrived and both Daniel and I were tired of getting fucked. That day I had to run an errand for a teacher and on the way back, a black janitor saw me walking in the hall. He pulled me into the boy's lavatory for a quick suck and fuck. When he lowered his work trousers, his cock sprang to attention. It was huge. I managed to get it into my mouth, but just barely. My throat relaxed and I took the monster all the way inside me to the point that his curly pubic hair was tickling my nose.

He pulled my pants down to my ankles while my mouth and throat were wrapped around his foot-long [30 cm] cock. The girth on that thing had to be three inches [7½ cm] at least, but I didn't have time to measure it. I sucked him to full staff and he pulled out of my throat. He turned me around to face and grab on to the sink of the bathroom. I closed my eyes to what was about to happen to me. I could handle it a couple of months ago, but it had been a while since I had taken anything that large up my ass. I was in for a painful fuck; that was for sure.

As the tip of his cock touched my asshole, I breathed in, getting ready for it. He wasn't the least bit gentle as he split me open fully.

"UUUHHH!!" I grunted out as he fed me his pole. "Please take it out for a second, sir," I asked him, but got nowhere.

"You got a collar on, boy. I can do whatever the fuck I want to with you."

"Yes sir, I know that, but I'm asking for a second to get over the pain. Your cock's just too big."

"Tough shit, kid. Take it." With that last comment, he thrust his hips forward, impaling me further onto his huge meat.

"Oh God that hurts. Please 3;," I asked, but got no sympathy from him.

He reached his arm under my belly to pull me up and guide his cock into me even more. My feet were suspended in the air while he took me. I gripped the sink harder, trying to make it take the pain of his brutal assault on my asshole. All I could do was hang on and hope it passed quickly. It didn't. He didn't stop shoving it inside me until there was no possible way he could get more of it inside.

Tears were running down my tightly shut eyes as I had to endure pain that I hadn't taken in a long time. His cock began to withdraw as the janitor got into 'fucking mode'. He shoved it back inside, mercilessly. Knowing that this was something that usually turned me on, I was hoping I could get past the pain and start to enjoy it, but his cock was just too damn big. I'd have to say it was the largest thing to invade me so far.

As I was tighter than he was used to, I felt him cum within a few pumps. I felt his black seed shoot inside me and I sighed, knowing it was now over with. I was wrong. His cock didn't diminish nor did it pull out. I turned around to look at him and it.

"Heh, heh. You thought it was gonna be over, didn't you?" he said, smiling a yellow toothy smile. I nodded, getting worried.

"Well, ole' Jake took his medicine this mornin'. We still got some time, boy."

I groaned and he went back to fucking my ass again. The pain was a little better, so I was able to handle it easier, but it was still there. I held on to the sink and had to led him ride me again. He came again and still the damn thing didn't weaken. That was when I made up my mind to give him everything he wanted. The son of a bitch was going to regret this when I was finished with him.

After that second orgasm of his, he pulled me backwards. He went to his knees and continued to the floor with me still being speared by his enormous cock. I reached down and pulled my shoe off one foot. My pant leg was slipped off that leg and I threw my leg over his. I straddled his torso as I had done the first black man I had done this with and leaned forward to place my hands on the tiled floor between his legs.

I began pumping my butt along his cock, making moan even more. I returned to the previous speed that he had achieved earlier, but this time, I was in charge of it all. I rode his cock for all I was worth. I made sure to keep my vocalizations down some and remember my surroundings. The bell sounded for the change of classes just as he came in my ass again.

He made to push me off, but I wasn't finished with him yet. He began to really push and I pushed back to keep him embedded in my rectum.

"Let me up, boy," he said, getting worried about other kids that were about to come in the latrine. I shook my head, no, to him. "Let me up, them other kids are gonna come in here soon."

I swung my head around to make sure I looked him in the eye.

"No. You keep your black ass right where it is, or I start yelling, 'rape'. Got it?"

It was the first time I had ever seen a black person turn white.

"You wouldn't 3;"

"I would. Now, you wanted to keep fucking me, then do it, or I start yelling."

He nodded and I turned back around and smiled to myself. He hurt me at the beginning of this for no reason, and I was going to have some satisfaction in all this. I built my speed back up to the pitch we were at before the bell rang. My hips were going up and down on his cock like mad. I vaguely heard the door open to the boy's room, but I didn't let it stop me.

I closed my eyes to the sensations I was getting from his pole going into me. I didn't care about the giggles I was hearing, I just kept riding him for everything I was worth. I didn't stop; even after he came yet again inside me. Even after a teacher walked into the room, I kept going. I heard the teacher lead the boys away from us and the door close behind them, but I continued onward.

It took a lot longer for him to cum a fifth time, but he finally did. Of course I hadn't cum yet, due to the pain the chastity device was putting on my cock, but I was way beyond caring about that. He was going to make me walk funny for a while, then so is he. Due to the medicine he took that day, his cock didn't go down, and as long as that black pole was still stiff, I was going to ride it as hard as I could.

After his sixth orgasm, he grabbed my hips to push me off, and I reach down quickly to grab his black, hairy balls. He stopped. It's amazing how easily that works on a man.

"Please stop, kid," he was actually begging me to stop. I turned to look at him.

"That was my plea when you first shoved your cock inside me, but that didn't stop you," I quietly told him. "You wanted to fuck me, well, you're gonna get what you want. So, shut the fuck up."

The bell rang again, telling me that it had taken an hour for him to cum that sixth time. Well, he'd better hold on, because I wasn't done yet. His cock was still a little hard and I was still turned on, even through the pain in my cock.

"Fuck me hard, you black son of a bitch, or I'll rip your balls off," I told him in a voice that was not my own.

He groaned as he began moving his hips again and I moved mine. Even though his cock was soft, it was still quite big, and I wasn't through yet. He was groaning, but this time it wasn't from pleasure. I'm sure he hadn't had this type of workout in years, judging by the size of his belly.

I felt his cock stiffen a little more as time passed and my butthole rode along its girth, but I think he wasn't enjoying it as much as he had in the beginning. I was enjoying it immensely more now than at the beginning. Not only because the pain had lessened and my asshole had gotten accustomed to his girth, but because he was in a bad way with me. I had power over this man now, and I was going to use it to the fullest.

It took him all the way through the interim class travel time and the following class time to finish again. Not much spunk came out, but the orgasm did hit him again. It was then that I let him go. Over three hours of nonstop fucking was too much; even for me. I pulled my sore asshole off his very weakening cock and crawled away from him. He lay perfectly still on the tiles. For a minute I thought I had killed him by the way he wasn't moving yet.

When I heard him groan, I knew he was alive, at least. To be honest, my legs weren't working too well, either. I crawled to the stall to wipe up and try to see the damage that had been done to my backside. I felt around my sphincter muscle and it was sore, but nothing I couldn't handle. I pushed a finger inside to see if anything was wrong. Everything felt as normal as always, but it was not as tight as usual.

I expelled everything he shot inside me and I wiped up his cum from my legs and left the stall. He was still on the floor, groaning. I pulled my pants back up and left the whole room to him, but didn't bother fastening anything. I just walked down the hall with my hand holding my pants up. I was hoping he had learned a lesson, but I wasn't sure about that. It wasn't that he did anything wrong by fucking me, it was that he didn't give me a chance to recover from his initial penetration. He had an abnormally large cock and he was proud of the fact that it hurt me. Maybe he wasn't so proud now.

I staggered into the class that I had left earlier, forgetting that it had been over three hours since I left. The teacher looked at me and smiled. The class was unfamiliar. It took me a few seconds to realize my mistake. I saw the clock and it told me I should be in my last class for the day. In a haze, I staggered back down the halls to the last class; science.

I tried to be as quiet as possible as I entered the room, but everyone heard me enter. Muffled snickers came at me from around the room as I made my way to Mr. Vickers's desk.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Mr. Vickers," I said when I got there.

"We'll discuss it after class, Dexter. Take your seat, please."

"Yes sir," I said, and sat down next to Daniel.

We were taking a pop quiz and he gave me an extra few minutes to finish it up before teaching the rest of the class period. Daniel kept looking at me with a knowing smile, but I was too tired for any teasing at the time. The rest of the period passed as I tried to cope with a very sore asshole. Every time one of my classmates would look at me, a new round of snickering would break out. Finally, the last bell rang, and we (Daniel and I) were ordered to the deputy head's office.

"Tell the deputy that your brother will be there momentarily, Daniel," he told him as he left. Daniel nodded and filed out of the class with the others. More snickers came at me as each one of them passed my desk. I took a risk and flipped a few of them off. The snickers grew louder after that. After everyone had left me alone with Mr. Vickers, he called me to his desk.

"I heard about you and the janitor, Dexter," he started off.

"Mr. Vickers, I'm sure the entire city knows about that by now," I gave back at him.

Smiling, he walked to his chair and sat down, covering his groin. I groaned, knowing what he wanted.

"Are you feeling up to anything right now?" he asked, rubbing his stiff prick through the fabric of his pants.

"If I said, no, would it get me out of this?"

He laughed heartily while continuing to rub himself.

I didn't bother with anything else. I just walked behind his desk and let my pants fall to my ankles. I heard a zipper being undone behind me as I leaned over the desk. I was waiting for him to spear me as I stood there, but he pulled me back to him by my hips. I winced as the tip of his cock touched my sore anus.

I gripped my fists tight as yet another cock sliced into me. Remembering that Mr. Vickers was very well hung, I knew it was going to be a long, hard fuck. Once he had me fully impaled, he reached up under my shirt to play with my nipples. My cock responded in its ringed prison.

"Please don't do that, Mr. Vickers," I asked him.

"Why not, Dex?"

"Because my dick cannot take any more pain. If you play with my nipples, it'll get me hard again in my chastity device. I just can't take much more pain from there right now."

"Fair enough," he said, and stopped playing with the nipple in his fingers.

He pulled his hand back out and put his forefinger to my lips. I opened my mouth and let him slide it inside. He began to buck his hips to pump his dick along the corridors of my bowels. As he kept pumping into me, the pain lessened and I relaxed my fists. I put them on his knees and leaned forward to give him more room to pump. He took it for the invitation it was.

"Having fun, Mr. Vickers?" a female voice asked from the doorway. It was Ms. Larson coming to check on me.

"Actually, Ms. Larson, I am," he said as if he were accepting a cup of tea from her.

"Well, I might as well enjoy myself also," she said with a sigh.

She walked over to the desk, losing her skirt along the way. She stood directly in front of me and pulled herself up on the desk's top. Mr. Vickers moved us forward to put me closer to her snatch. I lowered her head to her bushy cunt.

She kept it trimmed, but not too trimmed that you could see her cunt fully. It smelled musky as my nose got closer to it. She spread her legs more to allow my head to get even closer to her. I felt her put her knees on my shoulders and her heals dug in as she laid them down on my back. My tongue knew where a woman's clit was after this past week, so I started there and worked around it. Each time my tongue made a swipe across her sensitive button, she dug her heals across the skin of my back.

I moved my finger to slip inside her warm cunt and play with her tunnel. It was small, so I slipped in my middle finger as well. My other hand went around her back to keep my steady as Mr. Vickers was pounding into my rear harder and harder.

Ms. Larson came in a small, quiet way, but kept my head where it was. I guessed that she wasn't finished with me as much as Mr. Vickers wasn't either. Both adults continued to have their way with different ends of my body until my science teacher bellowed out his orgasm into my guts. My deputy headmistress came for the third time a few minutes later, and it was a lot noisier that the previous two.

"You've learned a lot this past week, Dexter," she said, ruffling my hair while my head was still buried in her quim. I nodded, gave her clit a quick swipe of my tongue, and raised my head back up.

"That was mean, little boy," she said with a smile. I smiled back at her.

"I know, Mistress," I said, still smiling at her.

A small painless slap to my cheek and she kissed me, tasting her love juices on my lips and chin. Meanwhile, Mr. Vickers pulled his softening cock out of my asshole and zipped his trousers back up.

"You're a little loose, Dexter," he said with a sharp slap to my other end.

"Yes sir, I know. That's what happens when Jake the Janitor fucks you."

"You took him?" Ms. Larson asked, incredulously. I nodded with a sheepish grin. "Well, I'm impressed, Dexter. I've heard he's hung bigger than a horse."

"Well, Mistress, the rumors are true," I said, pulling up my own pants.

The two of them snickered as we recovered from our fun. She reached around my head and removed the punishment collar from around my neck. I achingly left the classroom and the two of them walked beside me as we headed down the hallway. I stopped by my locker for some books I needed for the weekend and then we walked to the main office. Ms. Larson turned off the lights there and we left the school after she set the alarm. Mr. Vickers drove me home.

I arrived at the same time as David did. He smiled at me as if he knew something had happened at school.

"Daniel told me," he explained.

I nodded and headed to the bedroom for a good long sleep immediately. They didn't even disturb me when they came to bed that night.

Chapter 22
A 'Nothing' Day

"Look, I'm sorry for what I did you ya on Friday, kid," he said.

"It's okay, Jake," I said, shrugging my shoulders. It wasn't okay, but I didn't really want to be in a room with him at the time. My asshole was still very sore from the reaming I had taken from him. We left the bathroom, and parted on semi-good terms.

Martin still had two more weeks of torment to carry through. His body was pulled, bound, fucked and flogged in every way possible over the next two weeks. At one notable lunch, the Head led him into the lunchroom with his arms pulled up behind his back. While he fed the boy, he also fucked him right there in the cafeteria for everyone to see. The funny thing was, that by that time, we were all used to seeing Martin being tied in some fashion or another. Most of us ignored his predicament and went about eating lunch.

During one English class, he was whipped with a short whip by our teacher while she handed us our test. She had him bent over her desk with his ass facing the classroom while she would walk by with the whip the whole time. She had his arms in the most peculiar bond. They were behind his back, crossed over at the elbows, with the wrists at his opposite side. Both wrist restraints were tied with a strap to his balls very tightly. If he pulled either arm, his nuts took the pain. His ankle restraints were tied to the legs of the desk. He was tied like that for the duration of the class period. When the bell rang and he was freed, only his legs were untied. His arms stayed like that for the rest of the day, per Ms. Larson's orders.

Another time had him tied upside down in the gym for the whole day for everyone to mock. His legs were spread open as far as they could go. The whip marks that were between his legs, across his balls, down his butt and back, were fresh. His arms were pulled apart and secured to two eyebolts in the floor of the gym.

His tormenting three weeks were finally over at the end of April. Even Daniel and I were feeling sorry for him by that time. The boy had gone through some severe pain and humiliation. He was okay physically, but he was never the same again. In fact, he was the model student after that time, but there was a different look about him. He didn't return to the school the following year and it took years to find out what happened to him. He had gotten in with Sly and his gang. He made his last movie with them after a year of continuous torture, and was never heard from again.

Another notable change was that I had taken to wearing my studded collar to school full time. Some teachers thought that it was a green card to nail me at any time, and they took the opportunity when it presented itself. But I didn't mind about that. I usually got fucked by a teacher about once every two or three days. No big deal. Only Mr. Vickers was the problem, but he almost never touched me. He did like Daniel better, which was fine by me. For some reason, Daniel always did better in science than me.

The day I'll never forget was the last school day of the year. It was definitely different than any other day. Sixth grade was in junior high, so this was the last day I was going to spend here. Even though junior high and high school were still into this, it was a step upward. This was the last time these teachers were going to get to fuck any of us. And since the last day was always a 'nothing' day, they took the opportunity to get as many of us as possible. All day long was a constant fuckfest. We had to strip down totally naked in our homeroom class and stay that way the whole day.

Daniel told me what lunch was like. All the fifth graders were either getting fucked by one of the male adults, or eating one of the female adults. He told me the whole room smelled of sex. Even Mr. Vickers fucked him during lunch. The younger kids just ignored the whole thing, except for the kindergarteners and first graders. They all thought it was fascinating.

There was a reason I didn't see any of this. Jake took me to the gym's locker room to spend the whole day fucking my asshole silly by his enormous python. A horrible experience awaited me that afternoon, though. Jake was waiting to take me just as Daniel and I were leaving our homeroom class.

"Hey, kid," his voice sounded from behind me and Daniel. I groaned as I knew the voice. I turned around and saw Jake leaning against the wall.

"Yeah, Jake?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"Follow me," he said, curling his big black finger at me.

Many of my classmates snickered as they past me. I turned and gave Daniel my books and told him I would see him later.

"Have fun," he replied with a snicker of his own.

I flipped him off then turned back to Jake. He smiled a Cheshire Cat smile and I followed him to the gym. Since it was the last day of the school year, gym class had been canceled, so he had the gym all to himself to do what he wanted with me.

When we walked in the locker room, it appeared as if he had been up here early setting everything up for this whole day. Just inside there were two sets of restraints, of course two for the wrists and two for the ankles. I didn't bother asking anything, I just put them on. My arms were pulled behind me and secured up to my collar. A strap lay just beside them and he used it to pull my elbows together.

Jake unlocked my chastity device from my cock and let it fall right there before we proceeded any further. He walked me around the first set of lockers to a bench on the other side. Before doing anything else, he sat down opposite of me and talked.

"You were right in the beginning. I shouldn't have forced my way inside you, and I won't do that this time. But you're gonna hurt anyways, boy."

He certainly didn't need to explain himself to me. I knew this wasn't going to be a pleasurable experience for me. I nodded to him that I understood what he was talking about. He didn't answer back, he just stood up and took his work clothes and under clothes off his body. He was standing before me, at full mass.

Jake stepped forward, grabbed me by my ponytail, jerked my head back and put his black cock to my lips. I dutifully opened them to allow him to fit it inside. Precum was already oozing out of his tip. He had been excited about this for a while. I licked his black tip and he slipped it past my teeth to run along the roof of my mouth. It touched my tonsils and I swallowed to take him down further. He moaned as the black piece of meat made it into a tighter area of my neck.

His cock pumped my throat a few times before he pulled it all the way back out. Jake reached down and lifted me by my collar and I followed him into the next area of the locker room. We rounded the corner and I saw a clothes line stretch across the span of lockers with two clips in the middle of it. He walked me up to the line and hooked the clips to the back of my collar and wrist restraints.

He put a stepladder in front of me and I was led to the top step, putting my ass in perfect fucking height for him. The clothesline was tightened, making sure I couldn't move away from where he put me. The ankle restraints were secured to the rungs of the ladder, spreading my feet apart about shoulder-width.

A ball gag was forced into my mouth from behind. His cock rode up my back as he had stepped on the ladder to fit it, and I could tell nothing had been lost so far. The black fuckstick was touching my forearms in their bent position. When he stepped back on the ladder, he added painful clips to each of my nipples. I screamed into the ball gag as loud as possible. I shook my body, trying to get them off, but it was no use. After a few minutes of him watching me shake and twitch, he walked up behind me again and the main event started.

He first ran his cock between my legs to appear in front of me. The black cock sawed back and forth a few times before he backed up again to put the tip to my back gate. I closed my eyes to what followed. His hands folded around my hips to keep me steady and right where he wanted me before sticking it inside.

The black monster invaded my asshole for a second time with much less force than the first time. It hurt like hell, but he waited for me to get used to him this time before continuing to actually fuck me. When I was more relaxed he slowly fed that thing to my guts, one painful inch at a time. He couldn't get the whole thing inside again, but it didn't matter to him. When I was filled to capacity, he pulled out and began to pump my guts with it.

I grimaced at the initial pain, as I could do nothing else to stop it from tearing into me once again. I rotated my hips outward as far as I could get them to allow for more room in my bottom, but it didn't help much. As Jake had been saving this up for a while, it didn't take long before I felt his jizm shoot into me.

I could feel every inch of his medically stiff cock as it withdrew from inside me. He wasn't finished with me; not by a long shot. My ankle restraints were undone as well as the clips holding my collar to the clothesline. He led me down the stepladder back to the floor. He sat down on one of the benches with the locker behind him and pulled me to him. In an unexpected move, he wrapped his arms around me in an intimate embrace. His cock went between my legs and up my back as he engulfed my smaller frame.

Jake held me for a few minutes before pulling away from me for another fuck. He seemed unsure of what to do next, so I took the reigns. With his arms still wrapped around my torso, I stepped up to the bench with one foot outside his body. He saw what I was doing, and continued to hold onto me as I planted the other foot on the other side of him. I rode my body up and down the length of his black boy-fucker a few times for him to get the total picture. He got the picture.

I straightened out my legs to their full extension and he used some control to aim his cock at my asshole. When I felt it touch me, I lowered back down onto him, skewering myself with it again. I went down as far as humanly possible before going back up. With my arms uselessly tied behind my back, he had to hold on to me from behind while I rode his black pole.

The sensations of having his cock up my ass again, began to have their affects on my own smaller rod. My stiffy began to bounce off his and my bellies while my body bounced on his cock. He couldn't do anything to relieve my sexual excitement as he needed both hands to keep me from falling backward, so I had to just wait on it. It was frustrating, to be sure, but again, I could do nothing about it.

He shuddered as he came inside my boy-cunt again. The amount of jizm was lessened some, but not by much. Most of it leaked out onto the floor beneath me. After he came, I leaned forward to rest on his chest and chubby belly. He was still as hard as ever, so I knew we weren't finished yet. From the previous experience, I knew he still had at least three more orgasms before it was over with.

"You are the most amazing kid I've ever seen in here, boy," he whispered into my ear.

Not being able to answer him, I just nodded.

He reached up behind me and released my arms from the collar. My ball gag was also unclipped. After spitting that out and flexing my arms a few times, I reached forward to undo the clips on my nipples, but he shook his head at that.

"Those stay on all day, boy," he said with a certain degree of relish.

"But they hurt, Jake," I whined at him.

"Don't matter, kid; they stay on," he said, more vehemently.

Nodding, I acquiesced to his authority over me, and left the clips alone. I didn't want to, but this was his day, not mine.

I felt him reach down and begin playing with my butt while his cock was still inside me. I moaned at his attentions. Jake began to lower me down to tell me it was time to get busy again. I reached up and gripped the wire of the lockers with my fingers. My feet were planted back in the same place and I used both my hands and feet to hold me steady while I rode his cock for a third time that day.

His hands moved away from my ass and a split second later, I felt and heard his hand slap them back down hard. I winced at the sudden sting, but kept riding him. Another pair of slaps filled the locker room's air. Each time he slapped me, I would clench my buttcheeks tight then release afterward. It had the effect of squeezing his cock tighter then releasing it again. It was like my anal muscles were milking his black cock like tits on a cow. With each down-stroke, he brought his hands stingingly onto my cheeks. I got faster and faster with each cycle and the hits kept coming. Pain was mixing with my pleasure again, and I began to vocalize my feelings.

"Ooo, yes, fuck me," I began, but didn't stop there. "Fuck me harder. Harder."

He did it as hard as he could manage. His hips thrust upward as far as they could go while I just held onto the locker's wire mesh. His hands moved to my hips, but they didn't need to be there. He probably just needed to do something with them while he drove his black cock into me.

I reached down with one hand and began stroking my own erection in time with his upward thrusts. I arched my back as I came in rapturous pleasure. He hadn't finished for his third time yet, so I just held on as he kept it up. By this time, my rectum had gotten used to his girth and I was taking almost his entire foot-long dick inside me. About five or six minutes after I came, he bellowed out his third climax. I felt the familiar sensation of spunk being shot up my ass as he calmed down.

Both of us needed a break after that one. I collapsed down onto his chest and belly again. His weakening cock slipped out of my ass and his spunk leaked out after it. We stayed like that for a few minutes, recovering our strength. I rose up to look him in the eye.

"You okay?" I asked him.

"Me? Am I okay?" he asked back. I nodded and he smiled. "Yeah, kid, I'm fine. And you?"

"Uh huh," I said, nodding and smiling back at him. "This place smells like sex." It was an open comment and he laughed at it.

I slid off his belly and stood on shaky legs, trying to get my bearings again. I bent over and put my hands on my knees, still trying to get back to full strength. I saw his cock and balls had jizm all over them, so I began to lick him clean. It didn't taste any different from any other cum I had eaten before, so I licked totally clean without a problem.

When he was cleaned, I needed a shower also, so I headed in that direction. The water came on and I waited for it to turn hot. He walked in behind me to shower off as well. The showers we used had nozzles on the walls, but also a stainless steel 'shower tower', as we called it, in the middle. It held about eight nozzles, being able to clean eight boys at once. I used one of those nozzles to rinse off. Jake used one beside me.

Even with the restraints still attached to my limbs and collar in place, I still got pretty clean. The shower was mostly to get his jizm off my legs and out of my butthole. He saw me turn and spread my cheeks open for the spray to get inside. His big hand swooped down and pushed two of his big fingers inside my butt. I was startled a little by his aggressive move, but didn't push him away.

"You like that, don't you, boy?" he asked, wiggling his two big fingers that had invaded my private area.

"Mmmm," I hummed and nodded.

He started using his fingers to stimulate my feelings from behind. I moved my feet apart and squatted a little as he continued to manipulate me. My hand gravitated to my small stiffening rod to masturbate it while he played with my innards. A third finger was painfully added inside me, unexpectedly, but I didn't stop him. All three fingers were now acting in concert with my own hand to bring me off once again.

All at once, he swung around and his cock was right in my face. I didn't need an engraved invitation to open my mouth to his erection again. He shoved it down my throat without waiting any further. Our hands were still working together on my lower half, while my mouth was working on his. With the constant stimulation, I came again, but this was different. I felt something shoot out of the tip for the first time.

I went down to my knees, slightly bending his cock as I went, but his hand never left the chasm that was my asshole. I didn't bother dwelling on my own orgasm too long as his cock was still lining the tissue of my throat. I heard something outside of the shower room, but I wasn't sure what it was until I saw the coach appear from around the corner.

"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to interrupt," he said and started backing out of the room.

"Join in, Coach?" Jake asked him, nodding to my ass.

"Oh, why the fuck not?" he said and lowered his pants.

He turned off the shower nozzles and stepped behind me. He went to his knees and I felt his cock line up behind me. The coach wasn't near the size of Jake, so it didn't even faze me as he shoved it inside.

"Jesus, kid, you're loose," he commented.

"That's my fault, Coach," he said, pointing down to his crotch.

The coach said that he could understand why now. Meanwhile, I wasn't paying any mind to their conversation or to the coach burying himself in my rectum. He could do what he wanted and it wouldn't hurt, compared to Jake, that is. I felt his hands grab my hips and begin his fucking of my asshole. Jake, in the interim, was thoroughly enjoying the blowjob I was giving his massive cock.

The coach came inside me within mere moments of initially penetrating me, but it took a much longer time for Jake to cum. As he was working on his fourth, it was understandable that it took a while. Finally, I felt him tense and hum through a soft orgasm while the coach was putting his pants back on. I licked his black cock clean as he removed it from my mouth.

I turned the showers back on and resumed rinsing off my body. Jake joined me as we heard the coach leave the locker room. Both of us went back to the main area of the lockers and sit down. We were both a little tired still. I looked up at the clock, and it read that it was almost lunch. My stomach lurched in response.

"You stay here, kid. I'll go get us some lunch."

"Don't you want to make sure I don't run away on you?" I asked, offering him my wrists.

"Good idea," he said, snapping his fingers.

He stood me up to face the lockers and took a minute to think about what was next. I ran my hands over the wrist restraints and while he was making up his mind. The perfect idea came to him, finally. He put my arms as wide apart as they could go and linked the clips to the wire mesh of the locker doors, holding me to the lockers. He positioned my butt in the air and pulled the stepladder under me. My belly was over the bar at the top and my legs were forced apart to straddle the sides of the ladder. He backed up to marvel at his work.

"Not bad. Stay where you are, kid; I'll be back soon." He left, laughing at his own joke. It was over twenty minutes before he returned to the locker room and his favorite fuck toy. My pricklet hardened in the meantime at the thought of his return to the locker room and another hard assfuck. It fit itself right under the bar of the stepladder. Jake rounded the corner and smiled at the sight.

"Up for more, huh?" he asked, seeing my erection. He put the trays of food down on the bench.

"Shove your big black cock in my ass again, Jake," I said, nodding to his question.

"Boy, you are one big slut," he commented.

"But you like that, don't you?" I retorted back.

He didn't disappoint me. Without waiting a second longer, he sliced into me again. I grimaced at the suddenness of it, but it felt like it belonged there. I opened up easier as he pumped his cock more and the stinging pain subsided. My fingers interlaced themselves into the wire mesh again and I held as he rode me harder this time than the previous ones.

My own cock was waking up at the sensations again. He reached under my body and began stroking me off while his cock continued to lay into my backside. His other hand played with the clips that were still torturing my nipples. Jake was mixing pain with pleasure again, bringing me to another powerful climax. He didn't cum yet as he was working on his fifth for the day. I held on tighter to the lockers as he really started to fuck me harder and harder. He didn't stop playing with my nipples, either. I thought he was trying to rip them off my chest by the clips.

He finally came in loud, guttural roar. His seed was sent swimming into my bowels again. He slumped over and lay down on my back, spent of energy.

"I think our food's gotten cold," I commented when he collapsed on my back. My knees were weakening under his great weight and eventually, I hit the floor as well. I was breathing hard, trying to recover my senses.

Jake was still hanging on my back, but that wasn't the eerie part. I thought he wasn't breathing. I shrugged my shoulders to try and get his attention, but he still didn't move. I did it with more vigor, and finally he moved. He caved to the floor. His cock was painfully yanked out of my ass as his torso hit the tiles and he didn't move from there.

"Jake?" I asked from the locker. I got no answer, so I repeated the call. Still no answer. I turned around to look at him. I'll never forget what I saw.

His yellowed eyes were staring straight ahead, vacant and lifeless. His body wasn't moving at all. No breath movements or anything. It was then that I got very scared. I began calling out to anyone in the hall that might be passing by.

"HELP! HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE!" I was yelling to the top of my lungs. I struggled with the links on the wire mesh, but they weren't giving at all. I kept yanking on them as hard as I could, trying to get them free. They also added a lot of noise to my yelling.

No one was coming to the rescue. I kept looking back at Jake lying on the floor, and he was as still as stone. Getting desperate, I pulled on the locker harder and harder, but as small as I was, it was of little use. The wire mesh bent, but didn't break. I began panicking and twisting my wrists trying to get loose. Finally, after several long, agonizing minutes of torturous work, I was able to free my right cuff from the locker's door. I reached over and undid my other arm. My ankles were next, and I jumped down to check on Jake.

I had seen how they check a pulse in the movies, and I felt his neck. I felt nothing. I put my hand over his heart. Again, I felt nothing moving. His chest was as still as the night. Terror gripped me and I ran like hell out of the locker room just as the bell rang for the end of a class period. I ignored all the snickering as I shoved my way past all the kids.

"Hey, Vance, was he too much for you?" one kid called out after me.

I could imagine the sight I was. With cuffs on my ankles and wrists, with a collar around my neck and cum running down the back of my legs, I must have been a sight. But I didn't care. I needed to get to the nurse's office as fast as my legs could carry me. I didn't bother with the secretary, but headed straight to the nurse, amid a few catcalls.

She was tending to a third grade girl with whip marks on her butt. She looked indignant as I burst into her room.

"Mr. Vance," she began, but I stopped her in a hurry.

"I think Jake's had a heart attack, Ms. Coates," I told her between breaths. "He's not moving, ma'am."

She knew I wasn't joking. She got a kit and followed me out to the gym. She grabbed the Headmaster and deputy as we went by their offices. It must have been quite another sight to see my leading the three adults down the hall, running as fast as we could. We got to the locker room and Jake was right where he was when I left him.

The nurse and Mr. Booker checked him out and they looked at each other knowingly. He was dead. Ms. Larson pulled me to her skirt-clad legs and hugged me. I turned around and buried my face into her stomach. Suddenly the realization of what had happened came over me, and I got nauseated quickly. I pushed away from the deputy's skirt and she tried to hang on to me. I fought to get away from her before I vomited on her dress and blouse. When she finally let me go, I ran to the toilet and brought up what little was still in my pit of a stomach.

The Headmaster turned and left for the main office. Ms. Larson walked over to see if I was okay, and I nodded weakly.

"Get cleaned up, Dexter, then head to your homeroom class," she told me.

"What about Jake?"

"There's nothing you can do for him, Dex," she said, solemnly.

I nodded and headed to the shower. I quickly got my whole body clean, inside and out. I wanted to get his smell off me badly. The thought that we were fucking when he died made me nauseous all over again and I needed badly to be clean. I dry-heaved into the shower drain during my washing. I finally left the shower room and dried off.

By the time I made it out, Ms. Larson had already cleaned and straitened up the area to look as if nothing were out of place. Jake was dressed as best as they could dress him. I'm guessing that one of them cleaned the semen from his cock and balls.

I walked in a fog back to my homeroom class and the teacher handed my clothes to me. She helped me get dressed and take all the restraints off, including my black studded collar. I put it into my backpack for the trip home. Everyone was looking at me; pitying me. I hated it with a passion.

The ambulance got there a few minutes later with the cops in tow. All the students were acting normally, as if something was wrong, but they didn't know what it was. Jake was carried out on a gurney with a blanket over his face a few minutes later.

"Jesus, Vance. Did you have to fuck him to death?" a boy whispered in my ear.

I wheeled around with a fist to his face. I kept hitting him over and over again until Ms. Larson pulled me off him. I was still swinging as she carted me away from him. Daniel followed us to the main office. She sat me down in the chair across from her desk.

"I know you're upset, Dexter, but that's no way to act," she said.

"Did you hear what he said?" I asked her.

"No, and 3;"

"He said, 'Did I have to fuck him to death?'" I interrupted her. She got a shocked look on her face.

"He did not 3;," she said, reeling from my revelation.

I just nodded. She got up and got the boy from the nurse's office. He relented of his comment and apologized for it. She sent him back to the Ms. Coates.

"Okay, Dexter, I'll let this pass for a couple of reasons. One; because of the traumatic events in the locker room. Two; this is the last day of the year. And three; he deserved it. Don't let it happen in junior high, or things could be very bad for you. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you."

"Good-bye, Dexter," she said, standing back up from her desk.

The rest of the day, people were everywhere in the school. Cops patrolled all the halls, cameramen were everywhere with their cameras. News crews were littered all over the grounds as well. Finally, the final bell of the year sounded and we left the school building for the buses. Everyone was happy that it was summer, except me. Jake was dead because of me and there was no way to get out of that.

Chapter 23
Conclusion

We moved into our house in June. We had one room for Dave, one for us, and one for our games. That last room was always shut and locked away from the rest of the house incase any visitors came over.

Dave painted us several times nude on the beach in several different positions that summer, and both of us enjoyed being the center of attention. We would arrive, strip off our suits and stay buck naked for the rest of the day, whether we were posing for Dave or not. By August, both Daniel and I were very, very dark. If it weren't for my blond hair, people might think I was black.

As I had learned in the shower with Jake, I had been able to start producing semen during orgasms now. Things took a whole different turn now for me and Daniel and our fun. It took another six months before he started shooting spunk.

The last day of summer vacation, I was outside after dark admiring the calm breeze and bright stars. Daniel was getting fucked heavily by David in our fun room and I just needed some time to myself. Before I knew it, he was walking up behind me and wrapping his arms around my chest and belly. I could feel his wet cock slipping down my back.

"You okay?" he asked from above me.

"Yeah, I was just thinking about Jake and what had happened. That's all."

"Well, you can continue to dwell on it, or learn from it. The choice is yours, Dexter."

"I know, Uncle, I know," I said, and then went back to looking at the stars.

He returned to the house while I stood in all my glory looking upward. I wondered if Jake was up there watching me. I wondered what junior high was going to be like for us. I wondered what the distant future held for all of us. I wondered if my parents were looking for me or whether they even cared that I was gone. I wondered 3;

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