I was annoyed. I had wanted to go home and relax for the evening, bring up my latest video game obsession for an hour or two, and had to be reminded by Mrs.Price that it was my turn to take care of detention duties. It was the rule in the school, and told to most teachers before they even signed up, but it was still one of the worst parts of my duties. I didn’t want to have to deal with the delinquent students, who were the roughest and most annoying of them all, but it was part of my duties, and I guess I just had to suck it up and do it.
I’m twenty eight years old, and a middle school math teacher. I didn’t know if that was exactly what I wanted to do in life, but that was where I ended up, and it’s been going pretty well so far, I had to admit. It was fulfilling, and I liked getting to know the students.
I grabbed the things I needed from my desk - a water bottle, my wallet, my jacket, then headed to detention, dragging my steps a little as I did. I entered the room and sat down, knowing the kids would be there soon. I scanned the attendance list that had been curated by teachers all day and groaned. It was eight boys and of course, the worst of the worst. I knew they were all friends with each other, too, and wondered if they all did something together to get themselves in trouble.
As soon as I sat down, I began seeing one after another come inside. Each one of them looked incredibly smug, and one even winked at me before he took his seat. They plopped down dramatically in front of me one after another. I was confused - this wasn’t normal behavior. Normally, even the worst still knew they had to respect their teacher even a little. Especially if they wanted to get out of detention. “Hey Mr. Helving,” James said, the biggest of all of them. He was white and was a mix of muscle and fat, and definitely the least intelligent of all my students. The classic school bully. There was a sarcastic emphasis on Mr., almost like he knew something I didn’t.
“Hi James,” I replied. It was funny, most of the boys were going through or had gone through puberty, and some of them had deeper voices than I do now. I had always been a little effeminate, but it didn’t bother me as long as I had authority over these students. When the final one was in the room, I shut the door behind us and locked it, making sure these kids knew I was the boss. For some reason, I felt the need to that day. It felt like something was off, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Like they were all sharing some sort of big joke at my expense.
“Well, you all sit down now and behave, and this hour will pass by very quickly and we can all go home,” I said, and went back to my seat. The rest of the school should have already filed out by now.
“Why don’t you shut up instead?” James replied. The rest of them burst out laughing, a few of them nudging each other.
I turned to him in outrage, raising my eyebrows at him. “What did you just say?” I tapped my foot on the floor. “Is that how you talk to a teacher?”
“Yeah it is, when I’m the fucking boss,” he stood up, and I almost wanted to cower. When did I start getting intimidated by kids I was teaching? What was wrong with me?
I decided to stand my ground. “That language is not tolerated at school. For that, I’m adding another day of detention for you. And for the rest of you that laughed.” I glared around the room.
“James is just standing up to show you a wonderful video we took of you,” James’ best friend Sam said. He leaned back and put his two feet on the desk in front of him, showing off the dirt he had accumulated on them. Sam was a ginger, tall and scrawny with freckles on his face, and always seemed to be right behind James.
“What video?” My pulse began quickening. I didn’t know what they had, but it was definitely something bad if they looked this pleased with themselves.
James stopped at my desk and flipped his phone, showing me a video of me standing by the back entrance of the school behind a window, looking into a classroom but shielded by a bush. The video was grainy because it was taken so far away, but it was clear what I was doing. My hand was wrapped around my hard cock, and I was masturbating while looking at something inside, bent over so that no one could see me.
“What a perverted little teacher we have, looking in on students and touching himself,” James said, grinning from ear to ear.
My face must’ve turned white, and I gulped, looking at him, then the rest of the group. Had they all seen the video? This was an absolute nightmare. I had lost my control one day when I got erect at school, and just needed to make myself cum or I was going to lose it, and ever since then I’d started enjoying it, loving the fact that no one knew I was doing something so terrible, and could be caught at any moment while watching the students. It seemed I wasn’t as sneaky as I thought, though, because they had clearly caught me.
“What are you going to do?” I said, my voice weak and feeble. I had no authority in this room anymore, and they all knew it.
“It’s what you’re going to do for us,” James winked, and the rest of the boys hollered. He moved back to where they were all sitting, and turned to face me.
“What do you mean?” I was shaking. I wanted to run away and never face this, but what could I do other than listen to their demands? They had everything on me now.
“You should’ve been more careful, teach. Should’ve made sure you weren’t being watched,” Ned, a boy that was more calculative than the rest of them, said. He was the shortest of the bunch, and Mexican with curly black hair and glasses.
“I didn’t think anyone was there…” My voice was shaky, like I was about to start crying.
“You forgot our nightly basketball game,” Michael pipped up. He was black and bulky, though not as big as James. He was shaven, though I could spy a tiny bit of facial hair - probably from a burst of testosterone from puberty.
“It doesn’t really matter how we got it,” James said. “It matters what we want from you. Because if you don’t listen to us, we’re going to ruin your life. I’ll show the video to the principal, give it to the paper, and you’ll never be hired by anyone ever again.”
This was it. I’d lost my career. And in only two years. I was screwed. I would have to move to another country. “I’ll do whatever you want. Anything. Just promise you won’t tell anyone.”
“Do what we want today and I’ll delete everything by the end of detention,” James replied. I couldn’t believe it. How could a student that was so bad in school be this street smart? He must’ve had suggestions from the rest of them.
“Okay,” I replied, I had to say yes. My whole life was on the line.
One of the boys, George, who was my height, brown hair down to his shoulders and always a frown on his face, pulled something out of his bag, and handed it to James. James tossed it over to me, and I caught it, though dropped what looked to be a wig on the floor. The boys began laughing. “Look at this sissy teacher, can’t even catch something thrown at him,” Michael called out.
I flushed red. This was so embarrassing, and they were all watching me. “Put that on for us, you little bitch.”
I looked at what was in my hand. I was carrying red lacy lingerie, which seemed to be perfectly my size (a small), and it included stockings and a garter belt, heels of the same color, and the wig I picked up. A long black one that would fall at the waist. “You want me to dress like a woman…?” I asked, my throat so dry now my voice could barely come out.
“You already have a feminine body, wouldn’t be too different from how you usually are,” George said. I looked down at myself. They were right. I had always been feminine, with a scrawny body, short, and with next to no body or facial hair. I was caucasian, with brown hair and glasses, which made me look like a nerd. I had been bullied my whole life because of my appearance. Especially when I was in middle school myself I had no idea this would keep happening when I became a teacher.
“Okay… I’ll be back.” I said, turning to head out the room so I could change and cover my body up.
“Nah, you’re changing here,” James replied, crossing his arms as he did. He looked incredibly menacing.
“I…” I stammered, I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to convince him to stop all of this, but with a press of the button, he could easily ruin everything for me. “Okay.”
“Good sissy boy,” he grinned, making the rest of them laugh. I shrugged off my jacket, laying it on my desk, feeling so much shame I could barely take it. I pulled at my tie, laying it there as well. “Hurry up, bitch. We don’t have all day.” I slipped my white top off, and could feel all of their attention on my back. “Turn around, so we can see the show.” As slow as I could, I turned to face them, but tried my hardest to pretend they weren’t there.
“Damn, even my lil’ bro has more chest hair than that,” Michael called out. I cringed, and pulled my pants down as well as my shoes and socks, leaving me in the room with just my boxers. I didn’t want to do it. I just couldn’t.
“Take even one more second and I’m emailing the principal,” James said.
“No…” I murmured, and pulled my pants off so I was fully naked. I reached down to cover myself, but James stopped me with a click of his tongue. I pulled my hand off, and they all burst out laughing. It was so long I didn’t know when they would stop.
“Look at his little dick, so small we should just call it a clit, shouldn’t we?” Sam cried out.
“It would be an insult calling that lil’ thing a clit,” Peter agreed. He was a caucasian mix, and played basketball with Michael, though I didn’t know much about him.
“You guys are seeing something? Because I don’t!” James grinned. The rest of them jeered him on.
“And look at his little clitty, I think it’s hard!” Sam said.
“No…” was all I could get out of my mouth. He was right, though. All of the shame and embarrassment was turning me on, no matter how much I was trying to stop it from happening. They could tell exactly how I was feeling. In fact, I didn’t think I’d ever been so turned on in my life.
I began putting the clothes on, trying to cover myself as much as possible so they could stop staring. The red fabric didn’t cover much, though, with all the lace, and I was almost the same shade of crimson at the end. It hugged me tightly, tighter than any clothes I had on before, and showed all of the scrawny parts of me to the extreme.
Next I put on the heels, and I wobbled so much as I did it I had to hold onto the desk. Of course, they managed to purchase the highest heels they could get their hands on, and I’d never worn one before. My legs shook as I tried to find my purchase, and my eyes averted their stares. I half wondered how they even managed to find all of this stuff.
“Put on the wig, bitch. Transform into the sissy we all know you are,” Sam said. I did as he said, flipping it onto my head, making it cover my brown hair completely. I didn’t want to see myself in the mirror. I had no idea how I would feel. Could I truly pass for a female? I didn’t want to know…
“Turn so we can see all of it. I wanna see how it looks on your perky girly ass,” Peter said. I listened to him, turning my body all the way around then back to facing him. My cock twitched, wanting to be touched. I wanted to grind against something so badly, but knew they wouldn’t ever let me forget it.
“Seems like the little sissy is ready, boys!” James cried out. At once, all eight of them began pulling down their pants or flies, and pulling their cocks out. They were all either semi-erect or fully erect, and every single one larger than mine. I knew my cock was small before, but I’d never thought it would be smaller than every middle-schooler out there. They weren’t as large as a full adult’s, other than Michael’s, but still bigger than mine. It was so shameful, and I couldn’t help but stare at every single one.
“You’re our little sissy bitch and fuck toy. Take this hour, and the video will be kept secret. Disobey a single order, and you’ll see how we ruin you,” James said in his authoritative voice. I nodded, speechless. “Oh, and your new sissy name is Rachel, not Ryan. Or Miss Helving, if we feel like it. You don’t deserve to have a male name as a sissy!” I couldn’t believe this. They had everything planned out… I wanted to get out of this nightmare, but my hands were tied.
“Okay,” I said. There was nothing else I could say.
With that, James strutted up to me, pushed me down so I was on my knees in one quick movement, and pressed his cock against my face. It was hot and musky, and my eyes widened, so afraid and turned on at the same time. “Suck on it, sissy, I’ve been waiting for too long now.” I was shivering now, and not from the cold. He pushed his cock against my lips and said, “open.” I opened for him, and he shoved himself all the way to the back of my throat. He grabbed onto the wig and began fucking me, not caring whether or not I could breathe. I’d never sucked cock before, but I’d seen it before, and had never imagined it could be this difficult. It was girthy and veiny, and I could feel the heat of it as he pounded into me over and over.
“Take it like the lil’ sissy you are,” I closed my eyes, but he commanded me to open them and stare up at him, to watch him as he dominated me. I could smell him each time his skin hit my nose, a strong manly scent I’d never smelt before. I gagged, but he didn’t care, and actually laughed as my eyes began watering. I didn’t even have time to gather myself as two of the boys - Greg, a boy that used to be picked on then joined Jame’s group as a bully, and Abdul, a competitive brown kid that wore a single earring and a smirk on his face - approached and stuck their cocks out on either side of me. “You’re going to have to make us all cum multiple times, better get started, sissy.”
I knew exactly what he meant, and raised my hands up to begin stroking the other two. Greg’s cock was long and thin, and Abdul’s was thick and short. The tip was bulbous compared to the rest of it, and not even comparable to mine, which was so fucking hard now it was leaking at the tip. I didn’t want to be enjoying this, to prove to them I was loving what they were doing to me, but my body was betraying me, and there was nothing I could do about it.
I was struggling with just James, but having to keep a rhythm with all three of them was an impossible task. I stopped my hand stroking occasionally, groaning as James destroyed the back of my throat. “You can’t even do being a sissy right. Are three cocks too much for you to handle? Hmm?”
James was growing larger and larger inside of my mouth, and I wondered if he was about to cum. I realized I wanted him to, maybe because I wanted this to end soon, or maybe because of something worse, but I began licking at the tip each time, squeezing my mouth down as much as possible. He groaned and his eyes rolled back, and I felt his balls tighten as he came, his cock pulsing over and over as the cum poured down my throat. I couldn’t believe I was tasting one of my student’s cum. It was salty and tasted disgusting, but I swallowed every drop, and knew I would have to swallow more before the end of the night.
I was right, because as soon as James pulled back, another cock was shoved inside my mouth. This time it was Sam’s. I didn’t even have time to breathe or compose myself. Saliva was dripping down onto the floor in front of us, and tears were streaming slowly down my face, and I realized I must’ve looked like a complete slut. “This sissy is too slow. I think we need to use another hole, what do you think, boys?”
My eyes widened, but I couldn’t say anything with another cock now down my throat. Sam pulled out of me and they flipped me over onto the desk, forcing my ass in the air. Sam pushed into my mouth again within a few seconds, and I felt someone tug on my lingerie until it snapped so my asshole was fully out. I wiggled, unable to do much other than take their onslaught. Greg, who I had been stroking, moved behind me, and I felt him push two fingers inside of my ass. I groaned into Sam’s cock, not used to the intrusion inside of me, and he began stretching me out, his fingers widening and closing over and over. I didn’t even know if he used lube or not, but it hurt either way. My eyes shut again, trying to brace myself for what he was about to do. I felt the fingers pull out, and felt a cock align against my entrance. This was it, I was about to lose my anal virginity, and it was going to be one of my students.
I felt his cock enter me, and I let out a mix of a moan and groan, my body moving again to try to avoid him pushing even more. James seemed pissed at this, because he pushed my entire body down on the desk, forcing me to stay still. Greg pushed his cock further and further inside of me until I felt his body flushed against mine, and my sphincter squeezed him a few times, completely out of my control. “Looks like the sissy girl likes the feel of cock inside his boipussy,” he announced to the group.
I opened my eyes to see Abdul and Peter put their cocks inside my hands, and my mind spun. I had four cocks on me at the same time, and all I could do was brace as they fucked me. My tongue was still filled with the taste of James’ cum, and Sam was even rougher than him, pushing as deep as he possibly could down the back of my throat. I couldn’t help but gag over and over, not being able to stop myself, but he didn’t care just as much as James. In fact, it seemed to make him want to go harder.
Greg, on the other hand, fucked my boipussy like his life depended on it, not caring that he just took my ass virginity, something I didn’t think I’d ever do, but have imagined a few times in the past. He held onto my waist and shoved himself inside over and over, occasionally hitting against my prostate. I moaned each time he did so. It felt fucking amazing. The pain turned into pleasure, and I wanted him to go as deep as he possibly could, but I didn’t want to admit it - to them or myself.
The two boys fucking my hands seemed to realize I wasn’t capable of doing it myself, because they did it on their own, and I was only half aware of what they were doing to my body at that point. All I could do was breathe and feel all the sensations attacking me at all angles.
I realized both of the boys had pulled out of my grasp and moved around to where Sam was standing. They began stroking themselves, and before I could realize what they were doing, they came in synchrony on my face, drenching me and covering me with their sticky cum. I was at the lowest of the low. I probably looked like a slut shooting a porno, covered in my own saliva, tears, and their cum.
Two other boys approached and began fucking my hands, but with the cum all over my face, it was hard to see who they were. I was lost in the scene of it - the smell in the air and how desperate I was to cum. I suddenly felt someone move under the table, and heard a voice (George’s) say, “hey, look guys. The little sissy is leaking all over the place from this clitty! I think he wants to cum, too.”
“Little sissies love cumming from being fucked in their boipussies,” James declared.
I gasped. George began pulling and tugging on my balls, pulling it as he said, “even his lil’ balls are sissy sized. I can barely hold onto them!” This was too much. I felt myself reach the edge, and I groaned as I came, my cock, or should I call it my clitty? Shot its load out, though nothing compared to what they were doing to me.
At the same time, I felt Sam cum down my throat, and another cock pushed inside of me, this time Ned’s. “I’m getting impatient. My cock’s ready for round two!” James said. I couldn’t believe it. I thought one round for all of them would be enough… these boys… they had too much energy for their own good. How much were they going to fuck me until they had enough? Taking on eight of them… I couldn’t possibly do it.
“I’m cumming inside his lil’ asshole,” Greg said, and his fingers dug deep inside of my waist as his cock filled me, pulsing over and over again as he did. I’d never felt cum inside of me before, but it felt hot, and I shivered all over as it entered me.
“I think we should let Michael have a turn now,” James said. They all moved away from me at once, and let me relax for a second. I pushed from the desk, still shaky, and turned my body to face them. I wondered why he had said it in such a sinister voice, and realized why when I turned to face Michael, and saw how much larger he’d gotten since I first saw it. It was the largest cock in the room, and I gaped at it, not believing that they could be this large. Especially compared to mine. No wonder they all saw me as a sissy. It was a full adult size, and perhaps even larger.
Michael walked to the spinning chair by the desk and sat down, his cock hanging in the air and looking extremely angry. He cocked his fingers, telling me to come to him, but I couldn’t do it. I stood there, unable to move, staring at all of them in fright. There was no way that monstrosity could fit inside me. I just couldn’t.
“Don’t worry, a cock like that is going to give you another sissigasm for sure,” Sam winked. I knew I would have no choice, and walked cautiously closer and closer to him, turning so my back was facing him. Michael pulled me down on his lap at once, and I was forced to stare at the rest of the boys in horror.
They all looked extremely pleased as Michael aligned his cock against my boipussy. “Ready for the ride of your life, Miss Rachel?” He asked. I couldn’t respond. I didn’t know what I could possibly say. He pushed his cock against my entrance, and that alone made me cry out. Tears formed in my eyes again, and I looked at all of them, begging them all to stop this. They all looked so happy, like they were excited for him to fully penetrate me. My cock twitched over and over, like it wanted more as well.
He lowered me slowly, inch by inch, and my back arched as I continued moaning. It felt like my whole body was going to break in two. I wondered if he’d ever fucked someone before. How could anyone possibly take this?
“Please… I can’t do this… spare me…” I begged. “I’ll do anything else… oh gods…”
“It’s only halfway, you sissy bitch,” Michael said.
“Ungghh…” was my only response. I bent over and held onto the table in front of me, my knuckles white, until I finally reached all the way down.
He didn’t let me get used to his size. Instead, he pulled me up so I was all the way off his cock, at the very tip, then dropped me down again. The scream that came out of me was so high pitched it was almost soundless. “Lil’ sissy looks like he’s enjoying himself,” Peter said to the rest of them. They all agreed, and I watched as all seven cocks bobbed in front of me as he fucked me like I was a doll.
It was the craziest sensation I’d ever experienced. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I had to brace each time. My sphincter pulsed around him over and over again, and my cock was close to cumming once more. I couldn’t believe it, I wasn’t even touching it, but it felt so damned good.
“Look at his lil’ clitty. It’s gonna burst!” As soon as Sams said it, I came a second time, my balls pulling at me as I came on top of the table. This room would have to be scrubbed down before I left for the day. The smell alone would be a dead giveaway. None of this mattered now, though, because the only thing in my mind was how fucking good Michael’s cock was making me feel. There was a thought in the back of my mind, telling me I wanted more of this. More of this abuse. It felt so good, I was getting damned addicted to it.
The rest of the boys seemed to be satisfied with the show, because a few filed around me again and forced me to stroke them as Michael destroyed my asshole. I didn’t know if it’d ever go back to its normal size after this.
“How many times is Miss Rachael going to have sissigasms before we’re done, hmm?” Greg asked Abdul.
“The sissy can’t even pretend she hates this. What a lil’ slut,” Abdul replied.
“Miss Helving was always meant to be a sissy,” James announced. “That’s why we decided to do this.”
I could barely understand what they were saying. Could barely remember my own name. I was lost in what they were doing to me, all the sensations around me. I wanted cock inside of my mouth again, I wanted to smell it and cum from it.
I didn’t think my cock… wait no, clitty, would be able to get hard a third time, but Michael reached his hand around and began touching it, squeezing on it and making me watch, and it began getting hard again, against my will. I moaned, thrusting into him as much as I could with him spearing me from behind.
How much stimulation did Michael need before cumming? I didn’t know how much longer I could take this. It felt like he was barely making an effort lifting me up and down off of him, like I weighed nothing at all. “Ugggh… I’m cumming,” he finally announced. I felt him pull me up and down on him even faster, and I braced for him to finally add his load onto Greg’s.
When he finally came, it felt like he was cumming forever. His cock twitched over and over inside of my ass, yet it kept going, over and over until my ass was full of his cum. He pulled out of me, and I felt a large load of it pour out of my ass and onto the seat. Fuck, that’s going to be impossible to clean up.
“Looks like the lil’ sissy made a mess. Maybe we should plug his ass up before he makes the whole room stink,” Ned said, and moved so he could lift me up and place me where he wanted me.
I was so tired. I could barely hold myself up. My legs shook, but my clitty was still so hard, like it wanted more. My body was betraying me, and I wanted to beg for my dick to stop being so hard, tempting the boys and telling them I was loving every second of this.
I watched as Michael began cleaning his cock off with hand sanitizer, and I laid with my back on the desk, looking around at the boys, who all smiled at me like predators hunting their prey. Ned aligns his cock against my entrance, pushing my knees against my chest so I’m completely open for him, and pushes inside, using Michael’s cum as lubricant.
I feel so stretched out by Michael, but my ass immediately takes the form of Ned’s cock as he pushes in and out of me. My fingers grip onto the table, and I let out low moans in the back of my throat. Who cares if people can hear me anymore? I almost want them to. All of it feels so good, I just want to let it out. I’d never imagined in a million years that dick inside my hole is what I need to feel alive, but this is it. Maybe they’re right. Maybe I am a little sissy, and what I crave is a bunch of my students gang banging me.
I’m still letting out moans when I see it. Michael’s back, and his cock is right on top of my face. He slaps against my cheek a few times with it, and I look like a little girl in heat while I look up at him with rounded eyes, wondering what he’s going to do next to me. I’m so scared, but so ready at the same time.
He presses his fingers against my lips and pulls it open, “open for me like the little slut you are,” he crooned, and pushed his giant head inside of my mouth. I felt myself stretched apart to the extreme, my lips almost hurting as it pushed apart. He sunk himself slowly and slowly inside, like what he did with my ass, until he pushed past my gag reflex and all the way inside my throat. I flailed, trying to grasp onto whatever I could. I’m still staring up at him, unable to do anything but take it.
On the other side of my body, I felt someone stand next to Ned. Fingers began playing with my clitty and balls, slapping them and squeezing them like a cat playing with a new toy. None of the hands bothered trying to stroke my clitty, probably because it would make me feel too good. Instead, they tortured me, squeezing my balls over and over and moving it from hand to hand, then slapping my clitty with their hands and larger cocks. I would never have thought being torture like this would turn me on, but it was driving me completely insane. I had a deep fetish I had no idea I had, and now that it’s been unlocked, I just wanted more. Ugh, I wanted them to destroy me.
With this realization, I worked hard to give Michael as much pleasure as possible. My tongue lapped at his skin as much as possible, and I barely gagged, though tears still ran down my face as he fucked it. Every time my eyes closed so I could concentrate, he would tell me to open again, telling me sissies need to watch themselves getting fucked. All I could do was to obey them.
Ned seemed close, his cock expanding inside of me as he fucked me with all he got. I wondered if the table would collapse underneath us with how my body sawed across over and over, my entire weight on it. I moaned into Michael’s cock, feeling closer and closer to the edge again. I couldn’t believe how many times I was able to cum in one day. I’d only ever reached three times before, and that was when I myself was a middle schooler.
“Looks like the sissy’s clitty is going to burst again!” A voice said, teasing me. Gods, I wish my body wasn’t so obvious. “Look at it wiggle and wiggle, it’s going to blow!” The insult was too much for me to take. I felt myself cum again, the fluid landing on my stomach as Ned continued to fuck me. It was so much lesser now, my balls not being able to produce much more, and yet I knew I would be erect again before long.
It didn’t take long for Ned to cum after that, his fingers digging into mine and slapping my balls a few times as he came, adding to the amount of fluids drenching the inside of my body. Michael pinched my nipple, making me cry out in pleasure and pain before he came as well, his cock pulsing down my throat, so much deeper than I thought humanly possible.
And so it continued. They each took turns fucking me, not caring how tired I was, not caring how much I begged them to stop because of how exhausted I was. I would cum, and as soon as they started fucking me again, my clitty would be right back up, asking for more. I had no idea how much of a slut I was, but it felt like I could just keep going and going. There was no way it was still detention time. The sun was setting down, making the classroom darker, but we still remained in the school. I could barely remember my own name. All I could hear was their jabs against me and the pounding of flesh on flesh.
They fucked me in all sorts of positions, using the desks and chairs of the classroom to their advantage. I was like a doll, being placed how they wanted it. The boys slapped my clitty every time they could, and used every part they could get their hands on - even between my arms, like they couldn’t get enough. It was me versus the eight of them, and they all seemed to want to cum multiple times.
I dived slowly and slowly into madness, my mind convincing myself that I was truly their cockslut. My holes were for them to play with how they wished. I completely belonged to them. I almost wondered about the next time they would put me in this room, and how they were going to embarrass me with another outfit. I was addicted.
The sun had completely set when I was finally let go, and I collapsed onto the ground, my body heaving and exhausted. My legs were shaking, and I could barely hold onto my own body. The whole classroom was covered in cum, sweat, and tears, and the amount slowly trickling out of my asshole could fill a full bucket.
“Ready, boys?” James said, and the whole group circled around me. I looked at them in confusion and fear, wondering what they could possibly do to me next. “Kneel, you little cum hungry slut.” I tried my hardest to push myself up, but it felt like an impossible task. I was so utterly tired, I felt like I could fall asleep and stay in the classroom for a few days.
They laughed at my struggle, with George crying out, “wow, no wonder you’re a math teacher. You’re weak as fuck…” All eight of them burst out laughing, and I used the chair next to me to finally put myself in a kneeling position.
“We’re almost done with you today, aren’t you happy, sissy?” James smiled, “or maybe you’re sad. Maybe we’ve made you realize how much you need cocks up your little boipussy.”
They formed a perfect circle around me, and all began stroking themselves. I was surrounded by eight dicks, more than I ever thought I’d ever see at once, and I could smell each and every one of them, a different distinct musky smell. My body wanted to lean forwards to any one of them and wrap my mouth around their cocks, and I scolded myself. I really was just a slut.
“Look at that greedy little face, you want to suck on them, don’t you?” James asked. I didn’t know how he did it, because he was so bad at math, but he really did know how to read people’s expressions.
I nodded hungrily, a slut that didn’t care what people thought of him anymore - especially not these boys, and James walked forwards. “Don’t touch my dick, but you can do whatever you want to my balls.” I moved at once, grabbing one of them with my hands and sucking on the other with my mouth, lapping at it like it was the tastiest thing in the world. James seemed satisfied, pushing his fingers into my hair and digging his nails inside. I wanted to taste as many of them as I could before they came, so I moved to Peter, who was stroking himself next to James, and began licking his balls like a cat, flicking my tongue over and over the wrinkled skin. “What did I say, boys? I told you I could spot a sissy from a mile away. And I was right. Look at how he drools for us, look at how much he wants our cocks filling him… I bet he wants us to keep going, even though he can barely move his own body.”
“It’s nice we’ll finally have a slut to fuck anytime we wished. Can’t wait to call on him during class and make him give me a BJ,” Ned said. My mind spun a little, realizing they were never going to let me go. Instead of it making me upset, I feel my heart skip a little in excitement along with my little boy clitty. I was going to be fucked over and over again by each and every one of them, and it was everything I never knew I wanted.
Before I could reach the third set of balls, though, I knew they were done with how fast they were stroking themselves now. I moved back to the center, knowing exactly what they wanted to do to me, and absolutely elated to be treated like such a slut. Slowly, each and every one of them began cumming one after another, each aiming for my face and body and drenching me in their salty and smelly cum. They told me to open my mouth and catch as much as I could, and I listened, though missed a lot of it, which made them make fun of me again. My wig was sticky, and I knew no matter how much washing I did there was no way any of the cum was coming out. I wondered if I should keep the outfit - just for memory’s sake.
There was so much cum the floor was sticky with it, and they each pulled their pants up and zipped up their flies, leaving me on the floor, confused and lost, wondering what I was supposed to do next when they all left me.
“Look at the little slut… wondering why we’re abandoning him,” Greg smiled down at me.
James approached, pulling back the wig so I was forced to look him right in the eyes. “Listen, slut. I know you’ve already gathered this in your little head by now. This will not be the last time we fuck you. No, it’s not even close. You are to request detention duty whenever we tell you from now on. You’re going to keep your body shaved and smooth for us, like a little sissy, and you’re going to be always ready for us to fuck you at all times. Do you understand?"
It took me a while to comprehend what he was saying, being so lost in the aftermath of what they did to me. I could only nod, and say, “yes, James.”
He pat me on the cheek a few times, a grin on his face, “what a good lil’ sissy. We’ll make sure to fuck you outside of school as well, make sure you always answer our phone calls, or there will be severe consequences.” He began walking out, with the rest of his group following. “By the way, you should really clean up the place before you leave. Don’t want the entire school knowing what we were up to today.”
They walked out one by one like they hadn’t just completely changed my life, and closed the door behind them.
I sat there, in the dark, for a long time, before I stood up and began cleaning the space, making sure every single drop of cum disappeared before someone noticed. I cleaned myself up in the bathroom and changed back to my clothes before turning the lights off, hoping the smell of sex in the air would dissipate by morning.
That night, my mind was full of feverish thoughts of the boys surrounding me, fucking me, taking what’s there’s. Because that’s what I was now. I was their submissive, a cum hungry, boy cock loving sissy. They were right, this was where I truly belonged. I was so glad they found the video of me and used it against me, or I would’ve never discovered how cum hungry I was. I would have to purchase some lingerie and wear it under my clothes at school. I’m sure that would please the boys. My clitty twitched under the covers in excitement.
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“You’re really helping out a lot recently,” the principal said, smiling at me as he did. I was currently sitting in his office with my usual dress shirt and pants, though he never would’ve guessed what was underneath - a pink lacy thong and a butt plug deep in my ass, which was forced inside by James this morning before school started. He wanted me to think of him every time my ass squeezed against the device. Gods, it was turning me on so much I didn’t know how I was going to last until that evening.
“Oh no worries, sir. I think I’m starting to build a decent relationship with these boys. Maybe bringing them around,” I lied through my teeth.
He chuckled, low in his throat. “I doubt it, with how often they’re going to detention these days. And it’s always the same eight boys.” He shook his head, “well, I’m sure they’ll learn one day.”
I nodded, “I’ll try my best.”
“Well you’ve been the only teacher volunteering to do so, and I’m very pleased,” he said. “I won’t keep you for much longer, you’ll need your break time.”
I stood up, knowing I’d been dismissed. Great, I would have some time to meet with Abdul in the staff washroom after all before the next class.
I gave the principal a curt nod and closed the door behind him, my mind already wondering what the boys were planning on making me do that afternoon. My mouth watered, and my little hard penis twitched in my pants.