Perverts 'R' Us

Dark Nightmares: Chapter Two

By Perverse Verberations ( f+/b, viol, hum, sad, cbt )

The classroom door fully shuts behind Mrs. White's exit and the sounds from the corridor become muffled, though I can still distinctly hear her shoes striking the tiled floor. On each strike it's like I can feel her hand coming up between my legs again. My eyes are still watering and dribbling down my face. I sniffle pathetically and continue to listen to the sound of her pumps clacking on the tiled floor outside, until it is gratefully drowned out by the sounds of the other students.

As soon as I know that she is, hopefully, safely gone, I begin to massage my balls through my pants. I grimace and moan slightly. Rubbing the pain out feels SO good that I continue to do so, while I contemplate all that has happened to me today. After about a minute my 'cock' begins to stiffen and my eyes dry up after a couple minutes more. Thinking back on what happened with Mrs. White when she felt my stiffened 'cock', I quickly stop massaging myself.

As the pain in my crotch diminishes, that's when I notice an ache in my shoulder. My backpack has been digging into my shoulder the whole time, but I didn't even notice. I let it slide to the floor at my feet and begin to massage my shoulder. I'm still very frightened and confused by everything and can't seem to make real sense of it. It all seems like a dream. Or maybe it's better to call it all a nightmare. I even momentarily think it all has been a nightmare, but the pain from what I've experienced is just too real and I quickly dismiss the notion.

Then, an overwhelming need to just get away comes over me and I actually snatch up my pack and tenderly run towards the door. Just as I'm reaching out to grasp the handle, I stop and pull my hand back. A lot of thoughts cross my mind. Not the least of which is the fact that the halls are still filled with students. I then turn around and go sit at a desk to think some more. I decide to tell what's happened to me. My folks first. Yeah, then they'll call the police and they'll put that crazy lady behind bars and get me out of this hateful place.

However, I can't shake an uneasy feeling. Mrs. White seemed so confident and sure of herself. Then, I realize she has good reason. Even on this first day I can see how well-respected she is. Then, there's the fact that my folks know that I don't want to be at this school. Heck, I begged them. I don't know for certain if I could get anyone to believe me, including my parents. If they don't believe me, what then? Another session with the teacher? The one who said she'd paddle my... my balls to uselessness!? All it would take is for her to get her hands on me one more time...

Tears start to come to my eyes again and they trickle down my cheek, once more. I hang my head in resolution, letting the droplets splatter on the cool floor. Then there's the fact that my folks spent all that money...

There is just too much for me to think about. I decide to at least write out what Mrs. White told me to do. It'll give me time to think, let the halls empty out and at least it'll be done, giving me one less worry. Periodically, I idly rub at my balls, which gets me to thinking about how I'm learning all the names for my private parts. Worse, I'm learning the mean things that can be done to them. I resolve that I definitely DON'T want to be 'racked' no more. As I write, I hear the sounds in the school diminish more and more. Also, thoughts keep going round and round in my head. Maybe if I'm the kind of boy that Mrs. White wants me to be...

A half hour later I have a sore hand to go along with my still slightly-aching balls. I walk over and collect my backpack. I'm not used to writing that much with a chalk. I walk up to the door carefully and press my ear to it. I don't hear anyone now. Not a sound, except for the hum of the air conditioning. I sigh out a sigh of relief. I then hold my breath and open the door a crack to take a look and make sure. Nobody around. I then let my breath out and give a fleeting smile. I open the door fully and make my way out and decide to try and hurry away. I make my way down the hallway, listening carefully for others. The school seems to be deserted, though I know there must be some staff around. Not seeing anyone around I give out a big ol' sigh and smile brightly! I've made it through my first day. Yay!

I'm nearing the exit and, just as I turn the corner, I spy two black girls blocking it! They are just standing there very quietly and I get VERY suspicious and nervous. My suspicions bloom fully when I see them flashing big smiles at my appearance. I quickly turn to go the other way and am met with the sound of more girls coming out of a room. There are three of them. They all converge on me with laughter and smiling faces.

"Hey. You think you can go home without a welcoming party to our school?" One of them says.

"We want to make you feel right at home here." Another says sweetly.

"Yeah, we're going to have a... um.. Ball. In your favor." They all giggle.

"Please, I've got to get home." I say quietly. "I'll miss my bus." I know I've missed the first and probably the second already.

"Ah, come on. Don't be that way. We want to make it up to you for being so mean to you today."

I don't believe a word of it and I think about running but know I can't. I look from one smiling black face to another and my stomach churns.

"This won't take long. Come along with us."

I relent and let them usher me off, with two of them putting their hands on my shoulders. They don't squeeze hard but they hold onto me firmly. Maybe if I yell for help? I think the one on my right gets wind of my desire to call out because she tightens her hold, causing me slight pain and then makes a shushing sound. So much for calling out, I think to myself.

We walk along the halls with our shoes clomping and slightly scraping. The girls are talking happily amongst themselves and our sounds echo along the halls. As we go along, I spy a few other groups of kids here and there but none seem to take notice of us.

I begin to think to myself that maybe they're telling the truth. I think that maybe my day can't possibly get worse than it has. They lead me to the auditorium, where we had the first part of our orientation today, and there is a larger group of black girls there. My cock shrivels more and my balls pull tight to my body, as I look from one angry black face to another. I turn but the ones holding me grab tight and begin to drag me forward.

The one that spoke earlier whispers in my ear. "Like I said, we're going to be throwing a party. You're the star guest, white boy." Her voice is hard and angry now. No more fake kindness.

There must be at least a couple dozen girls and they surround me. They begin to push and shove, with my backpack flopping around and getting tugged on too.

"Hey, white boy. You ready for what's coming?" One says. "I know we all are. We've been so looking forward to party with your NUTS!" They make cat calls and laugh at my near frantic expression.

One behind me grabs around my chest and holds tight. "Yeah, we brought you here to work on your itty bitty balls." she breathes down into my ear. I feel her breasts pushing against me and I feel her nipples beginning to harden. I cover my crotch and this causes them to laugh even harder.

"That won't help you, boy!" one shouts jokingly.

"Mmm, you smell nice, white boy." the one holding me whispers and she runs a hand down my chest and caresses my belly. "You've got such pretty green eyes." She runs her hand up under my shirt and several girls call out to her jokingly. She strokes my flesh and drags her nails across, causing me to tingle and get goose bumps. "Such nice soft white skin." Her nipples are really, really hard. I feel a twitch but am to scared. I begin to flush a bright red.

I look around pleadingly and I see that a lot of the girls seem to be getting distressed with the show that Tiffany is putting on.

Then Tiffany begins to run her hand down my belly toward my crotch and I squeeze my legs together as tightly as I can. She begins to go under the waist of my pants until someone calls out to her.

"All right, Tiffany. That's really enough!" an authoritative voice says.

The girl, Tiffany, gives a huff and pulls her hand out of my cloths and brings it back up to my chest. Then the girls pick up with the taunting again.

"We heard what you said. You thought it was funny calling Mrs. White, whitey?" another says angrily.

"I didn't mean to..." I try to say but am cut off.

"Yeah, and who the fuck said you can come to our school anyway?" another says hatefully.

I decide to not even try responding to all the taunts. They don't want to listen anyway. I think about how I might be able to get away and I begin to tear up, as I realize I won't be able to. With all the noise they're making I know that they're not concerned about being heard either. The auditorium holds the sounds quite well I imagine. My tears are flowing freely now. I don't want to be racked! I say over and over in my mind.

"Ah, look at the little crybaby!"

"Yeah, cry some more for us. We haven't even started anything yet!"

They all continue laughing and taunting me, until finally one breaks from the group.

"Enough. Let's get the party started." she says coldly.

They begin to quiet down. She's eyeing my crotch and I press my hands against my crotch firmly. Laughter starts up again and then they quiet down from her stare. She looks back at me. They all watch intently. I swallow hard and look at her with fear in my eyes, though I try to hide it.

She's a senior, I believe, and she has large, firm breasts and she's fairly dark-skinned. Pretty. I can't remember her name but she's in my Health class and she was the loudest and meanest. She was staring at me practically the whole time and now I have a good idea of what was going through her head. Even then she probably wanted to do mean things to my 'nuts'. I want to talk and try to reason but, with her hateful stare, my throat tightens up along with my balls. I can feel them pulled tightly against my body, like as if I've jumped in some frigid water.

"You ready to play our little game, girls?" she asks her audience.

"Hell, yeah!" several respond.

"Don't fight us, white boy, or we'll really mess you up good." I go deathly still and whimper a little. "Let him go." she tells the girl holding me. The girl does this and I know that I can't go anywhere.

The leader steps right in front of me, with that fierce expression, and grabs the strap of my backpack. Then, she begins to slide it down my arm and I let her take it from me. Then she turns slightly and tosses it off to the side, never taking her eyes from mine. Then, with hostility, she steps right up to me and I begin to step back, but hands on my back keep me from doing so. She presses into me and her firm warm breasts poke into my upper chest. I have to lift my face up to keep my chin from resting on her large mounds. I go back to blushing brightly again. As she's pressing into me I can feel her nipples strangely hard and they are hardening up more! They become VERY hard and I realize that they and the rest of her soft flesh feels good pressing up against me. I then begin to stiffen for the second time today. My state is causing me to really begin to sob.

"Ah come on. Are we here to fuck him or to ball-bust him? Let's get this going." a now familiar voice says. It's the one that made Tiffany stop... well... molesting me. The leader gives her a hard stare but then looks back at me.

"White boy, do you know what a ball-busting is?" her voice drifts down to my face quietly, but very menacingly. I can't speak and so only shake my head no, with my chin brushing her breasts.

"What about a racking? Do you know what it means for a guy to get racked?"

I just learnt that one a little while ago, I think to myself. Again, I can't speak. I swallow hard and shake my head yes, my chin bouncing her breasts slightly. She flashes a little smirk.

"Good!" She then points to a couple of the girls. "You and you. Grab his arms and legs."

"No, we're going first." a girl says and pulls another with her. It's the same that's spoken out several times. I'm confused by her actions. One moment she seems to be helping and then in another... I don't know.

The leader merely shrugs. They grab me.

"Now, lift him into the air, so we can play the game we all came up with." They do as she tells them. In a matter of seconds I'm held up in their arms.

"Hell, he don't weigh shit." the girl's friend comments and they all giggle.

"Ok, who wants to go first?" she asks and they all eagerly raise their voices.

"Ok, you can go first." She pulls a girl in front of me.

"What about you?" the girl asks the leader.

"I'm waiting to be the last." she smiles wickedly and gives them all a wink. They all giggle.

Then the girl in front of me put a leg out and bends it. I'm truly confused and am actually curious as to what they are doing. The leader sees my confusion.

"Oh, you'll soon see what we're doing." she tells me from over the shoulder of the girl in front of me.

"Ok, do it!" the leader shouts happily

"Not too hard." the girl holding me tells the other across from her quietly. She nods her head in response. The girls then begin to swing me. Then, all the girls begin to chant. I'm still baffled at what they intend to do. Maybe stupid. Maybe wishful.

"One!"

The girls holding me swing me backward and then close to the girl's leg. I begin to get a glimmer of what's going to happen. My semi stiff pee-pee begins to shrink in my growing fear.

"Two!"

Again, they swing me but this time a bit higher and closer to the girl's shin. NOW, I know what's going to happen. My pee-pee shrivels all the way.

"No! Please!" I shout, as I'm up high in the air, and try to struggle. However, the girls are ready for it and resist my attempts. Then...

"Three!!!" they all shout gleefully, as I come crashing forward.

"Nooo!" I yell shrilly. Then, my crotch is slammed into the girl's shin and I go limp in the girl's hands, while my legs try to squeeze shut around the girl's leg. The girl's holding me set my bottom on the ground.

I begin sobbing and the girl I was busted against has a big smile. "That was awesome!" She shouts, as she stands up and gets pats on her back.

They are all laughing at me. To be honest it wasn't THAT awful. Actually, they didn't throw me against her leg with a lot of force. I've been accidentally hit harder. It was all the tension and uncertainty of what was going to happen that scared me so bad. Now, that's not to say that it didn't hurt. It did and my balls are aching from the bust.

They let me rest for about a minute and then I hear these chilling words form the leader.

"Next!" They begin shouting for their chance. "Ok, you!"

Another black girl steps up. "Right here, boy." She slaps her shin. She's a bit short and chubby...

"Please, stop." I plead. I'm not crying so badly now.

"Ah, come on. The party has just started!" someone says.

The girl that's spoken up and holding me leans forward to talk to me. "Don't fight us so much and we won't have to use so much force. Just let it happen and the busting won't be so bad."

I look at her through my watery eyes. "O... OK." I say with a quivering chin.

She actually smiles at me with some warmth. Then they lift me up in the air.

I go through the whole thing again.

"One!"

"Two!!"

"Three!!!"

I try to relax, and true to her words the busting is just a little more than a hard bump on my balls against the girl's shin. It hurts but not too badly. Not like the first. I realize that they are all trying to mostly humiliate me. So I decide to give them a show, so to try and appease them. I give out a little cry, squirm my legs, and ask them to please stop. The girls eat it up.

The one that's helped gives me a quick wink. I then hear a few of the statements around me.

"Nice, one!"

"Yeah!"

"How's your tiny little balls, white boy?"

"Hey, they're probably BLACK and blue. So, they're half-alright now." Laughter.

They all then proceed on with their 'game'. They rotate the girl's holding me and the ones that I get my nuts busted on. Some are decent about it, while others seem to actually try busting me hard. A couple of times there are two with differing intents I get swung slightly lopsided. A couple of the girls that put their legs out even shove their legs forward to help bust me. On those times I definitely cry out for real. That's when that one girl will step in and tell everyone to settle down and not to get too carried away. For the most part they listen.

It's all not too bad. I continue the game of crying out in pain and begging them to stop. Of course, after awhile I do have enough of it. My balls begin to really get sore. The aching gets worse and spreads up into my belly and down my legs.

Then I notice the scariest thing. The leader is just looking on and not really getting into it. Her expression is just flat mean-looking. I get scared at what she plans on doing. However, my attention keeps getting drawn back to the 'party'.

I know it sounds weird but I actually start to stiffen up in my pee-pee from all this. I guess because they are being so intimate with me, and to be honest as I look around I see that many are quite pretty, or at least not all that ugly. Some are chubby and such, but on the whole I find I like having them giving me this attention to me, even if it is some what mean-spirited. My state does not go un-noticed for long. Soon, I hear them whispering and I get red in the face, as I catch what they are saying.

"Yeah, his dick is hard!" Giggle.

"Really? It wasn't before." Laughing.

"The little perv likes being busted." More giggling and laughter.

"Guess white boys are just like that."

"Well hell. I like it too." Big round of laughter.

Finally, it all comes down to the last one. The leader. I'm really aching now though I also have a funny feeling that I'm not used to. The leader steps up and looks me square in my eyes. She chooses the two that she wants to hold me. I think about fighting it, but decide it's no use.

"Now, girls. I want you spread his legs nice and wide for me and lift him high in the air. I got something special for him, since he seems to be having to much fun with our little game."

That's when I get really scared and start to struggle. "Please, don't hurt me..." I whimper and she gives off a snort of disgust. Then I add. "…more."

"Shut up and stop fighting!" she yells at me and I go limp. "If you try to struggle, I'll make you wish you hadn't!" she hisses hatefully. "Now, spread his fucking legs for me!"

The two girls holding me drag my slightly resisting legs apart. I can tell that she picked them because they were the ones that busted me the worst. They want me to take what's coming.

"Please, let me go." I ask. Then I begin to weep. I look around pleadingly and I can see that some of the girls are getting nervous at how things are now going, especially the one that's been helping me through all this.

"Why you crying, white boy? I ain't done shit. Yet." Then the leader steps up between my legs.

"Please, let me go home. I'll try and ask my parents to put me in another school. I'll... I'll...." I try to reason.

"I don't give a shit. It don't take care of the problem of you making fun of Mrs. White." Then she points to another girl. "You, cover his fucking mouth. I don't want to listen to his shit no more." I quickly realize that she doesn't want the others to hear my heart-felt pleas because they are beginning to shuffle around and are having second thoughts.

"Oh, please. Please, don't hurt me." I weep. A girl is shuffling behind me.

"Oh hell, Tiffany, use your damn hand!"

Then I feel a hand grabbing my head and another covers my mouth over. The girl holding my mouth leans down to my ear.

"I hope she busts those tiny eggs REAL good. Make you cum like I am." Tiffany sighs and gives my ear a little lick.

Then the leader steps between my spread legs. I begin to mumble out pleads, as she uses a hand to feel around on my crotch. Once she finds what's she's looking for, she gives a smile and looks around.

"I couldn't find his tiny shit at first." Most crack up laughing but it sounds forced now. "But there it is." Her hand rubs along my cock. "He's definitely got a little one." I feel so humiliated and like I want to die.

Then she turns back to me with nothing but complete hate and disgust for me.

"Ready for a true ball-busting, BOY?"

At first, I think she's going to use the edge of her hand. I'm wrong. Instead she lifts a fist up into the air. I hear the girls whispering and gasping around me. A couple comment.

"Do you really have to punch him?" asks what I now think of as my guardian angle.

One of the girls holding me retorts, "Oh, yeah. This is going to be great!"

I begin to really get noisy with my begging and try to pull free.

"Oh, shut the fuck... UP!" the leader brings her fist crashing into my unprotected balls. The thud can clearly be heard and there is an audible gasp from several of the girls. I watch as a few actually squeeze their own legs together and others cringe. All the other bustings had been for sport and amusement. Let's just say this one wasn't.

At first, nothing seems to happen. Just like when Mrs. White struck me hard. Of course this is WAY worse. All the girls look around at each other.

"Damn, girl. You must have missed." One holding me remarks. The leader looks a bit confused.

Then the pain and nausea sets in and I let out a heart felt wail of anguish into Tiffany's hand. I then begin to tug and thrash, until the pain seems to immobilize me. I go limp and continue to cry horribly.

"Holy shit! Look at that! You really busted him hard!" a girl says. I hear some worry in her voice. The leader gives her a wilting look.

"Oh yeah, Shakeela! You nailed him good in his nasty little white balls!" one in the crowd yells and she sounds happy about it. Most stay quiet.

"Yeah, good ball-bust!" Tiffany breathes out loudly. She's now panting over my face and I feel her hot breath.

I just got my first lesson on what a true 'ball-bust' is all about. I realize with sorrow that it probably won't be my last. Then I'm able to move again and I begin to thrash from the pain. I'm still wailing.

"Hold him tight." Shakeela begins to knead my crotch. "Yeah, I got him good in his tiny little nuts. Hell, they don't feel like they've even dropped yet. Probably why he didn't cry out at first. But they sure are swelling up nice now!"

I dimly hear them all talking. I don't know what she means by 'dropped'. Maybe she's trying to punch them off? I then go cold with the thought. They let me settle down, which takes at least several minutes. Then she has them pull me out taut again. She lifts up her fist once more and I plead with her.

"Hey, maybe he's had enough." one of the girls ventures. I then hear one or two agree and my guardian angle joins in with the sentiment.

"No. That was just for Mrs. White. This one is from me!"

She punches even harder! Again, there is that long pause and I'm dreading when the pain comes. It doesn't take long and then I wail and thrash. Then I go still; the pain is just too much. They hold me for like fifteen minutes, while I screech out. I finally calm down some and am able to look around at their faces, through my tears. A few have mean smirks, but I can see that most actually look uncomfortable and a few look sympathetic. A few have turned away.

"Ok, pull him again." Shakeela says gleefully and she raises her fist. She's too giddy to stop. I think if she has her way she'll go all day and I begin to scream and beg.

My angel steps up and pulls her fist down.

"Come ON, Shakeela. That's enough. He ain't worth it. I think he's gotten the point now." the girl actually looks at me pitifully.

Shakeela looks around and sees that most agree with the girl.

"Fine, sis." she says with disappointment. She knows she can't go on without their support. "Let him go."

A couple of the girls protest, but I get set on the ground. I roll up into a ball and whimper. They all crowd around to look at me. Mostly it's the meaner ones that take first row to watch my writhing body. I look up through my tears and notice I can see up several skirts. Most are wearing white panties and a few are wearing very small, colored ones. Then I get a sight. Tiffany seems to be without a pair! It's hard to tell for certain, but I definitely don't see a pair of panties showing and I can see that there is liquid running down the insides of her legs. I don't get long to try and puzzle things out as she's pulled back and my attention is drawn to a girl that pushes up close to me. It's my angel, and I can't help but look up her skirt and see that she is wearing a small pink pair. I can't help it because I get a funny feeling looking at her and the others, which actually seems to help. I know better than to peek up girls' skirts.

Shakeela speaks and my attention is drawn to her. I look up Shakeela's skirt and see her white cotton panties. I then look further up and see that she is smiling. She then looks around to her friends.

"Now, this is how I like white boys - on the ground groveling like worms with severely busted nuts." she says and several laugh. I just continue to weep softly.

She squats down and in a very mocking tone asks, "Ah, did the white boy get his wittle tiny ballsies busted bad? Still got that little cock hard?" I realize I don't and I look down from her cruel face. I cover my face over with my hands. "Don't tell anyone about this or we'll REALLY hurt you."

Then she stands and they all walk away. They file through the auditorium doors that lead outside. The last girl to leave is my angel and she stops to look at me sympathetically. Then Shakeela calls her and she leaves. Several seconds later, I hear what sounds like chains on the outside.

It takes me awhile, but I'm finally able to get into an upright position. Tears still stream down my face and I begin moaning and rocking on my heels, holding my stomach. I don't dare try to touch my balls.

I keep thinking over and over. What am I going to do? What am I going to do?