
This story contains sexual exchanges and activities, mostly semi-nc/reluctant and
a lot of it incestuous, between adults and an under-aged teenager or between 
teenagers, involving elements of punishment/torture, bondage, domination/submission, 
humiliation, exhibitionism, and lots of hard hot sex with multiple partners. If you 
can't bear to read such stuff or if it's illegal for you to do so, please stop 
reading right here. Otherwise, enjoy!

This story is about 14-year-old Jimmy who lives alone with his step-father Harry, a 
big, bearish, boy-loving bisexual in his 40's. For some reason, Jimmy seems to bring
out the worst in his old man, and as time goes on, Harry finds more and more
perverted ways in which to use and abuse his step-son, even bringing in his other 
boy-loving friends, Jimmy's own school-mates and teachers, the school janitor, and 
pretty much anyone else he can think of into the picture. Unlike my other stories,
this one is told from the points-of-view of both Jimmy and Harry.

Comments and suggestions welcome at: sub_casey@yahoo.com.



Jimmy - Part 2: Morning at School
(tt/t, oral, anal, mast, nc/reluc, humil)

by Casey



The bus ride to school was uncomfortable, to say the least. My step-dad Harry had 
gone overboard last night when he double-fucked me with his huge cock and that 
humongous monster of a dildo. My boycunt - that was how Harry always wanted me to 
think about my asshole now - was a big swollen bundle under me. I felt like I was
sitting on a fist-sized knot of ruined meat, and the particularly bumpy ride, 
especially as we went through some construction areas, was making me wince and twitch
on my seat. I could only sit there squirming as quietly as possible hoping that the 
other kids didn't take too much notice of my situation, although my hopes pretty 
much evaporated when I inadvertently gasped outloud several times as the bus went 
through a particularly bumpy stretch of road. I had no idea how I was going to make 
it through the day, having to sit on the hard school chair for hours through an 
endless procession of classes.

Mark and Jonny were on the bus, seated a couple of rows back. They had leered at me 
as I climbed in and I could feel their eyes on me all the way to school, probably 
fantasizing on how they would bully and abuse me today. They were regulars on the 
bus and have seen enough of Harry to have a fairly informed guess of what happened 
at my home, so they were also probably wondering just how hard my old man used me 
last night. I doubted if they had enough imagination to figure out exactly how hard, 
but in the end it didn't really matter to them. They would be far more interested in 
what happened at school, during recess, in between classes, during or after PE, and
so on. Their smaller dicks (well they're both actually fairly sizable and bigger 
than me, maybe 6 or 7 inches, but quite small compared to my step-dad) were probably
already hard in their pants now, anticipating their turns to get a piece of me.

I used to be a normal kid with a normal life, but now I couldn't even imagine how
it'd be like to be normal and not be at the mercy of those brutes every single day.

In any case, I was under no illusions that they were going to get their share of the 
spoils today, as they were both members of the soccer team - specifically, both
were Bobby's loyal toadies. Despite myself, my cock began to get hard in my pants. 
That was the other thing. When Harry began to use me at the very beginning, I was so
scared and in so much agony that all I wanted to do was crawl away from him and bawl
my heart out. But within the second week, during what must have been my fourth or
fifth fuck by him, I found that my body was starting to respond. My own cock became
hard when he was inside me and I started to think about how he touched me - be it 
gently or otherwise - constantly. By the third week, a day without my step-dad's dick
filling me felt empty and incomplete.

So it was no surprise that the thought of such disgusting characters as Jonny and
Mark having their way with my body again was making me hard. In fact, the thought 
was so dirtily arousing that I almost went to them and handed over my body there and 
then. As I looked out at the featureless scenery outside the bus, I began to fantasize 
how it would be like to get up, go up to them and strip myself naked, turn around and 
present my ass to them while begging, "Please, Jonny, may I sit on your cock all the 
way to school? Can you please fuck me right now?", right in front of all the other 
kids on the bus. As I bent over in front of him, all the other kids would be able to 
see how wide open and fucked up my boypussy was and would start to call me names like
faggot and slut and boywhore, all of which would only make me hornier. 

I was naked and on all fours between the seats with Jonny humping me doggie-style, 
with the other kids all around us forming a circle, when a hand fell on my shoulder.

"You ain't gettin' off?", said a familiar voice.

I looked up to see Mark grinning down at me. I was so absorbed with my fantasy that 
I didn't notice that the bus had stopped.

"Or maybe you are!" Mark was staring down at the crotch of my pants where it tented 
with my erection.

"I... I...", I stammered, not really knowing what to say. I crossed my legs over each
other and pressed my hands down on my erection but failed to hide much of it.

"Dirty little bitch," Jonny sneered as he looked down at my pants over Mark's 
shoulder. "Can't even ride on the same bus as us without getting a hard-on."

"Come on, let's go!" Mark ordered and began hauling me up by my upper arm.

He had a tight grip that made me wince in pain. Even if only average sized they were 
both much bigger and stronger than scrawny little me, and I had no choice but to be 
dragged off my seat and propelled toward the exit. I could do nothing to hide my 
erection and felt as if my face was on fire as they shoved me down and out of the 
bus; unlike them, I was not allowed any underwear. As if to make sure I could not 
avoid the humiliation, Jonny grabbed my other arm and together they walked me between 
them to the school entrance. It was awkward enough to walk with both of them gripping 
my arms so tightly, but it was almost impossible with me sort of bending over a little
and shuffling my feet along as if that could have hid my state from the other kids.

And there were so many. Even with my eyes fixed on the ground I could sense the
countless eyes staring. Even if some of them didn't realize what was happening the
first time, the fact that Mark and Jonny were holding me up between them would have 
made them look a second time and then they would see.

Despite the humiliation, my cock, of course, stayed hard.

"What a fag," I heard a voice mutter not so quietly off to my right.

I knew that many of the students must have heard rumors about me. You couldn't be 
a bitch-boi to a whole bunch of arrogant jocks without word leaking out. Both the 
baseball and football teams have had a taste of me, although in a way I was considered
the exclusive property of the soccer team - and not very many kids were willing to 
risk upsetting Bobby by using me without his permission. Sometimes I could almost
hear them as the other kids talked about me, and despite it being supposed to be a
secret, I often got pitying, disgusted, or even speculative looks from many of the 
boys who were not from any of the teams. In fact, I think the whole school was divided
into two types of people: those who knew what I was and had seen me at it, and those 
who knew what I was (or at least have heard the rumors) but hadn't.

As the boys hauled me through the doors and into the broad lobby, I could see pre-cum
beginning to stain the front of my pants where it tented obscenely before me. Once,
that would have confused me and made me rage silently in protest, but now it only
drew a small sigh of acceptance. Such things were no longer in my control. Harry had
taught my body comprehensively on how to react to stimulations, and pre-cumming
heavily was the proper response to manhandling and humiliation. Feeling utterly
helpless and submissive in their hands were also proper. By the time we got to the 
hallway leading to the east wing of the school, my knees had become so weak with 
helplessness that Mark and Jonny had to practically drag me along between them.

I was thankful that I'd taken the time to clean out my insides this morning and made 
sure that none of my step-dad's jism remained inside me, or my pants would've been 
soaked through by now, for the shame of being paraded across school like a whore was 
making my battered cuntlips loosen up and deflate, opening up wide as if in 
anticipation of a welcome fuck. I hoped that last night's intense fuck session with 
my Daddy had not done some kind of permanent damage. From the time I woke up this 
morning until now, my busted asshole had not shown any sign of ever closing up and 
getting back to its normal dimensions. Of course, normal really meant 'a sizeable 
hole through which you could stick two fingers without trying', but it was a fair deal
tighter than what I could make of it now. I could feel the wind blowing up my chute 
and my asslips felt as if they were hanging down and flapping away in the breeze.

There wouldn't be any problem of me going back home not loose enough, that's for 
sure. Harry would be delighted.

As Jonny and Mark propelled me further into the school building and past the gawking 
onlookers, the former leered down at me and grinned. "Mr Johnson is not in and they 
haven't got anyone to replace him, so Mark and me have first period free today. 
Guess what that means to you, slutboy?"

It took a moment for that to sink in. Shit.

I looked up at him imploringly. "But... but I have maths. Mr Conrad...", I couldn't 
finish. None of them had ever listened to any of my pleas before.

"That's not our problem, now, is it?" Mark inquired solicitiously.

"I'm so fucking horny," Jonny said to no one in particular. "Seeing your dad this 
morning," he glanced down at me, "He must have gotten your faggot ass good last 
night, didn't he?"

I barely heard him. Mr Conrad, my maths teacher, was also the master of discipline. 
He was not known to be tolerant of students coming late to his class. I was going to 
get punished, and there was no way for me to avoid it. Again. Mr Conrad absolutely 
hated repeat offenders, and I had been late many times already this term. To make 
matters worse, he seemed to be particularly vicious towards me. Maybe it was because 
I used to be one of his top pupils. Last year (the first of my junior high), I used 
to score full marks on his quizzes without even trying. Now I could barely solve the 
easiest problems. He must have taken my failure personally and vowed to hate my guts 
for it.

"Well, did he fuck you? Did your old man fuck you last night? Answer me, fagboy!", 
Jonny whispered harshly in my ear. Brought back to the present by Jonny's tightening 
grip on my upper arm, I looked down at my shoes and nodded in shame.

"I want to hear you say it, cocksucker," Jonny persisted implacably. "Did your dad 
fuck you good last night?"

My cheeks burned in shame. "Yes, sir...", I stammered. "My Daddy fucked me good last
night." Yeah, I had to call all of them 'sir'.

"How many times?"

My cheeks grew even hotter. "I.. I can't remember, sir. Maybe five or six."

"Holy cow," Mark murmured. "No wonder you were fidgeting so much on the bus."

"Well, guess what?" Jonny remarked happily. "We're just gonna make it even worse!"

The boys steered me on past the classrooms and we turned left at the end of the 
corridor. It was, of course, the direction to the boys' toilet. The baseball team had
early morning practice today, I guessed, and the boys desired somewhere a little 
more private.

The toilet was deserted when we entered, which gave me some small amount of relief.

Jonny shoved me hard into the room. As I stumbled through the door and almost fell,
Jonny grabbed my bag and slid it smoothly off my shoulder before dumping it in one
corner.

"Strip," he ordered.

I hesitated. "But...".

Jonny grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me up to his face, forcing me to 
stand on tiptoes. "Take off your clothes right now or I'm going to tear them all 
apart. How are you going to explain that to every teacher for the rest of the day, 
huh?"

He let me go, and, hands shaking, I began to unbutton my shirt.

"Get a move on, kiddo. We haven't got all day," Mark urged.

"Just drop 'em on the floor. The shoes and socks too," Jonny instructed me.

I was not sure how long it took but at last I had all my clothing down in a pile 
around my feet. I stood straight and silently, my arms on my sides, feeling even 
smaller and scrawnier in front of these jocks without a single thread covering my 
naked under-developed body. I didn't bother to hide my privates from them; after all
they had seen every single inch of my body countless times before. I was only a toy 
to them and an object for their pleasures. But my heart was thudding like mad, and 
dread rose in me at every nearby sound that could mean somebody else was coming this 
way. Despite that, my treacherous cock twitched at the thought.

Jonny kicked my shoes and clothes against the wall where my school bag lay abandoned. 
Mark pushed a stall door open and Jonny propelled me inside with his vice-like grip 
on my arm. I almost fell down against the toilet bowl.

"I'll go first," Jonny announced. "I'm so horny I could fuck a sheep. I'm gonna 
powerfuck this little slut so hard he won't be able to sit in class."

Jonny came in after me and shoved the door closed behind him. The woodboard slammed 
against the sill and swung back open slightly. Jonny didn't bother to close it 
properly and was all over me in an instant. With my last look past the half-closed 
door I could see Mark standing feet apart and arms folded on his chest, seemingly 
keeping watch outside the stall.

"Bend over and grab the sides of the seat," Jonny commanded me.

As I bent my waist and lowered my upper torso over the toilet bowl, Jonny slapped at 
the insides of my thighs to force my legs apart.

Then there was a pause. "Holy shit," Jonny muttered behind me. "You should see this 
piece of pussy, Marky. It's fucking gaping open and all hanging out like some 
prostitute's cunt. I guess his dad really banged him up good last night. No wonder 
the old guy looked so pleased with himself."

"Yeah?" Mark's voice answered. "Then hurry up, man. I'm just as horny as you are."

"Hold yer horses, bro. This ain't gonna take a second."

I heard the fumble of fingers on belt-buckle and zippers and soon after that the soft 
swoosh as Jonny's pants landed on the floor. I could feel the heat emanating from
his stud body as he bent down over me. "Ready, bitch?" he whispered into my ear. 
"Well, who am I kidding, right? That hole could take a fucking truck right now 
without you breaking a sweat."

And with one swift, smooth motion, Jonny sank his tool in me right up to his balls. I 
must have been opened up much more than I thought, for Jonny's hefty seven-incher was 
no light-weight, and yet it slid right up into me with little or no resistance. 
Despite his cocky attitude, I had to admit that Jonny had one of the more beautiful 
cocks in the team. It was not as long as Bobby's, of course, but it had nearly the 
same girth. And Jonny knew how to use it to maximum effect. I could virtually picture
the scene in my mind as the perfectly-formed cock slid in and out of my ass. I could 
even picture the exact shape and color, the flaring of the head and the particular 
formation of veins that identified Jonny's cock as uniquely his. I could probably tell
each person on the team just from his cock by now, so familiar was I with the various 
boy- or man-sized tools with which they used me.

Despite the ease with which he penetrated me, the fact that he was taking me dry was 
still causing me some pain and discomfort, making me cry out involuntarily. I gritted 
my teeth to suppress any further sounds and willed my ass-walls to be softer and my 
anal ring to give way more completely to the intrusion. It was the only defense I had 
to ensure I got hurt as little as possible whenever these big brutes decided to make
use of me. I had learned very early on that resistance only made matters worse. It was
the simple nature of our relationship that they took and I gave - that was all there 
was to it. They took from me anything they wanted, and I gave them everything. If I 
held back, they came and took it anyway, and always it hurt more that way. So I kept
my peace and schooled my body to surrender completely to my molesters.

In time, and at my step-dad's urgings, I had finally accepted that this was indeed
what I was born for. This was the reason why I was given this beautiful body, this
smooth, slim, lithe little body tailored specifically to bring joy and pleasure to 
men. Big, sex-hungry men and boys like Harry and Bobby and Jonny and Mark.

Jonny started off slowly as he let himself get used to my dry insides. His thick log 
trundled in and out of me as if in slow motion, eliciting a gasp from me at each 
thrust and a low moan at each withdrawal. He long-dicked me slowly for a while until 
I felt that both of us had become more comfortable - not that Jonny had any of my 
concerns in his mind. Then, Jonny began to speed up, ramming the whole length of his 
cock deep into me and withdrawing almost completely, over and over in an increasingly 
frenetic pace.

The smacking and squishing sounds of our 'lovemaking' filled the whole room, or so it 
seemed to me, that it was a wonder the whole school didn't appear at the door to look 
in on the scene. My white-knuckled grips on the rims of the toilet seat were steadily 
faltering under the relentless assault and the beads of sweat that had begun to slick 
my palms. Each violent thrust was now threatening to dislodge my slippery grips on the
smooth porcelain. The other effects of Jonny's big tool jack-hammering brutally into 
me was also beginning to tell. My senses were starting to get bombarded with the
depraved pleasures emanating from deep inside my guts where Jonny's slithering serpent
rubbed incessantly against the very core of my being.

"You hear that, Marko?" Jonny panted in between pumps. "I've fucked a whole lot of 
bitches and none had a cunt as sloppy as this one's"

"Fuck. Hurry up man!"

Unlike most other boys, when Jonny powerfucked you, he didn't do it in sharp short 
jabs. He did it just as hard and just as fast, but with the whole length of his cock. 
You didn't know what a powerfuck was until you had been given one by Jonny. Within 
seconds he had my insides writhing for more, as if the very walls of my boy-chute 
were eagerly awaiting every ploughing thrust with joy. It was not the first time I 
lost control of the whole of my lower body to him. My already faltering thighs 
trembled and parted before his onslaught, my swollen pussy-lips opened up even more 
and swallowed his sizable girth as if by their own will, and my silky cunt walls 
grabbed and sucked at his cock like a hungry throat. I realized belatedly that I had 
started to cry out and moan in tandem to Jonny's thrusts. And they weren't the cries 
of someone in pain or distress, they were the cries of a whore getting the treatment 
that he constantly craved.

Jonny didn't take long to cum, burying himself deep inside me as his cock spewed 
thick teenage semen into my young tummy. Despite myself, the ruthless impregnation 
drove me into mindless lust and I pumped my ass backwards to meet Jonny's last few 
thrusts. I squeezed my pussylips hard around his cock. I didn't want his manhood to 
withdraw and leave me an empty husk. I wanted him inside me forever.

"Fuck!" Jonny swore as he placed both hands on my buttocks and pushed me roughly off
his dong. "This little cocksucker ain't letting go of my dick."

Mark had heard Jonny grunting and sighing as he came and now he was anxious for his 
turn. He barely let Jonny squeeze through before he was standing behind me. His pants 
were already down around his feet.

"You sounded like a skewered pig, bitch," Mark told me as he grabbed hold of my hair 
and pulled my head back. "Now let's see what you got, slut. I ain't gonna fuck you, 
oh no, not that easy. I'm gonna stand here and enjoy my joint. You will fuck yourself 
on my cock. Since you enjoy it so much, I think you should be the one doing all the 
work." He let go of my hair then and I could hear him striking a match. Soon, a 
familiar smell began to waft in the room. Mark always thought of himself as a grown-
up, a real man. And he seemed to think that smoking in school was what separated him 
from the other kids - having been caught doing it twice hadn't changed his mind.

"Move it, bitch. I haven't got all day."

Knowing better than to protest, I lifted one hand off the toilet seat and groped 
behind me for Mark's cock, but Mark slapped my hand away. "I didn't tell you to use 
your hands, did I, faggot?"

Awkwardly, I began to shift my feet backwards until I could feel the head of Mark's 
cock poking me on the buttcheek. It took several humiliating tries, and I had to push
myself up on tiptoes because of the difference in our heights, but finally I got the 
very tip wedged in-between my boypussy lips. Despite the strain, I managed to relax my
sphincters enough to tease the head into me. Mark hadn't moved, but by this time I was 
already too eager to have another cock inside me to think about the sluttiness of my 
actions. I flexed my thighs and Mark's dong sank deeper, smooth as silk. I shifted my 
grips on the toilet seat and worked my hips until the throbbing organ buried itself 
inside me to the roots, its formidable girth churning Jonny's cum around the walls of 
my chute. I felt an irrational moment of pride as I felt Mark's coarse pubic hair 
caressing the smooth baby-skin of my bums.

"Fuckin' A," was Mark's only comment.

Then I began to move my hips to and fro, revelling in the feeling of the jock's six-
and-a-half inches of manhood inside my hungry cunt. The weakness I always felt in my 
knees when I was completely in a man's power was making it difficult to focus, but the
fear of losing Mark's cock was stronger and drove me on. Soon I was jackhammering my 
ass onto Mark's cock like a rabbit in the heights of ecstacy, moaning and whimpering 
like the complete slut that I was. It was a wonder that half the school didn't turn up 
to see what all the racket was about. But I thought I did catch the sound of the 
toilet door open - and close again abruptly - a few times. I could only imagine what 
went through those other students' minds as they saw Jonny standing by the stall door 
while sounds of animal lust emerged from inside. I grew even more aroused as I saw 
images of my naked little body filling up their heads, making their imaginations run 
wild with pictures of me in a variety of fuck positions.

Mark kept puffing away at his joint, but I could hear from the slightly labored 
breathing that he was coming close to his climax. I slowed down my pumping and 
instead modified my movement so that my hips were gyrating slowly in a circle, making
his cock twirl around slowly in my chute.

"What the fuck?" Mark exclaimed suddenly. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back 
painfully until my face was half turned to look at his. "Do you think we're doing 
this for your pleasure, faggot? Goddamn cockhungry slut." With that he pulled my head
even further back - so much so that my hands lost their grip on the seat and began 
flailing for the walls - and started fucking me hard and fast. His vicious grip on my
hair had me yelping and in tears in short order and his ruthless pounding of my hole 
had me straining on my tiptoes. The loud smacking noises as his hips slammed 
repeatedly against my buttocks seemed deafening to me. I could only hang on for dear 
life as Mark unleashed his full power upon me, my hands scrabbling away futilely at 
the partition walls. When he came, I could feel the twitch and squirt deep inside me 
and the warmth spreading inside me like a benediction, marking me once again as their 
complete and total bitch.

The teenaged jock pulled away from me with disdain. I flinched as a sharp pinprick of
pain registered on my right buttcheek, but it went away quickly and I realized that 
Mark had just extinguished the stub of his cigarette on my butt. The stall door 
creaked and I could sense rather then see Jonny peering over Mark's shoulder.

"Look at the boy's messed up cunt," Jonny remarked. "You'd almost expect to dig around 
in there and find a fuckin' clit. Fuckin' obscene."

Mark grabbed my arm and twisted me around until I was facing them. Then he pushed 
down on my shoulder until I was sitting on the toilet seat. I was glad that my ass 
was hanging over the hollow, as I could not imagine having them pressed down onto any
solid surface just then.

"You know what to do," Mark said and shoved his slime covered cock into my face. 
"Fuck man I want a piece of that pretty mouth, too," Jonny complained. I loosened my 
throat and opened my mouth wide to accept Mark's cock and suck and lick it clean of 
my rapists' and my own juices. Then I did the same for Jonny's. My hand strayed over 
to my own cock a few times but I knew better than to act on my impulses. Jonny and 
Mark had made it clear very early on that they didn't want to see me enjoying myself 
when they're around. To them, my body was for their pleasure, not mine. When they 
were both clean, they pulled up their pants and let me out of the stall.

Jonny motioned to my raging hardon. "You wanna get off?"

I nodded hesitantly.

"Well, I don't see why not. But put on your clothes first and then jack off inside 
your pants."

My jaw dropped, and my eyes strayed to the mound of rumpled clothes in the corner.

"You have about two seconds to decide, bitch. After that, if you want to get off, 
you have to do it in your pants and then piss in them as well. Otherwise you can 
always wait until classes are over."

I was horny as hell and Jonny knew it. He smiled smugly as I hurried over to my 
clothes and pulled them on. They kept a close watch on me all the while, and after a 
slight hesitation I dug my hand into pants and began jacking off my tumescent cock. I
must have looked pathetic jerking off fully clothed with my knees slightly bent. 
Within seconds I was ready to explode. I could not help moaning as my little cock 
twitched and spouted my load into the crotch and leg of my pants. The fucking I 
received earlier had churned my balls into overdrive and my pants were soon soaked 
with the copious amounts of boycum I ejaculated. The orgasm seemed to last a long 
time, and I was in bliss.

When I looked up again, both Jonny and Mark were gone. I realized that I still had 
maths to go to, even though I'd be 20 minutes late. How was I going to hide or explain
the stains on my pants?


