Oh, Brother!

The following is a work of erotic fiction designed for the entertainment of adult readers. 

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Billy Wilson, 17, demoralized and defeated by his derelict brother, took a long relaxing shower before heading off to school.  Nearly a week had passed since he was terrorized by a gang of renegade Skinheads.  It was all Donny’s doing.  His sadistic brother had stood there with his smartphone taking pics and video while the seven savages brutally raped him.  Billy had never been so terrified in his life.  Afterwards, drenched in their urine, he was unceremoniously dumped into the trunk of Donny’s car like he wasn’t even human---a sack of garbage.

All week he’d had trouble concentrating at school.  The events of that night kept replaying in his head.  Seven cocks fucking him in the mouth.  Up the ass.  Pissing on him.  Repeatedly slapping his face.  Spitting on him.  As if he was less than human.  He was sore all over on the following day, especially his tender asshole.  He had to beg off gym and swim practice for several days in order to hide the bruising.  His buddies noticed a change in him.  So did Coach and several of the teachers.  He was sent to the Nurse, but he couldn’t tell him what truly was bothering him.  And he certainly couldn’t confide in his parents.  There was no way out. 

Even more distressing was the fact he liked it, at least when they placed that bottle under his nose and made him snort.  It was a game changer, at least for a little while.  Everything felt so, so good.  The dick in his mouth was suddenly the most succulent cut of juicy, flavorful beef.  The hand and half an arm up his ass felt wonderful, the initial pain deadened by the fumes.  Billy had researched afterwards and learned all about amyl nitrate, better known as “poppers” and had already placed an online purchase, further proof of how Donny had jaded him.

His big brother, out of some insane sibling jealousy, had broken him.  He knew he was no longer the outgoing, cheerful high school Senior he had previously been.  His interest in the school paper, Yearbook committee, swim team and track had waned.  It had been weeks since he had paid the slightest bit of attention to his pseudo-girlfriend, who had regretably moved on.  He was no longer active with his friends, instead holing up inside his bedroom.  And thinking about cock.

He found himself thinking about it all the time.  Cock, cock and nothing but cock.  In the school locker room he was furtively checking out his classmates with new interest.  Stealing glances through the Plexiglas window at Coach as he toweled off after taking his shower.  Cruising the mall, checking out crotch bulges and sneaking peeks at guys alongside him in the men’s room at the mall.  He was perplexed by his sudden interest in dick.  Up until Donny’s mastery he had never been like this.  Well, except for his ill-conceived “side business.”  Tricking for pedos was supposed to significantly increase his meager savings so he could have the kind of tuition needed for a really good college.  In retrospect, it had been a bad idea.  Although there had only been one, old man Hallahan from next door, that had been enough to steer his world off its axis.  Once Donny found out, everything changed. 

Who could blame him for wanting to do better than his middle class family in their middle class house in a middle class town?  He didn’t want to settle for a community college.  Up until recently he had the grades and smarts.  If the folks had bothered to tuck away some cash over all these years he could have gone to a better school.  Truth was, they didn’t have much.  And what little extra there was Tom Wilson drank away.   Mom and Dad were both blue collar, working class slobs who had always managed to have just enough to keep a roof over their heads and food in their bellies.  Billy wanted more.  Much, much more.

Now his dreams were shattered.  Nothing mattered anymore.  Even Donny’s threat of exposure held little weight.  Big brother had a cache of pictures and video of all the nasty sex things he had coerced him into doing.  If Billy didn’t keep performing that entire media would be shared with his buddies, the entire school and, worse of all, their parents.  Despite their financial and parental shortcomings, Tom and Mary Wilson were proud of Billy and his scholastic accomplishments.  He was their good boy; Donny was a rebel rousing bum.  He almost----almost---wanted to come clean, tell them what evil Donny had been forcing him to do.  He could even lie, something Billy wasn’t all that adept at, and convince them the Hallahan thing had all been Donny’s idea, as well.  They would believe him, wouldn’t they?  Despite Donny’s protests to the contrary, Tom and Mary would accept Billy’s lie.  Wouldn’t they?

Rubbing himself dry Billy wrapped the towel around his trim waist and left the steamy bathroom.  Not even part way down the hall on the way to his bedroom a strong arm shot out of the open doorway, secured his head in the clutch of its elbow and yanked him into the room.  Billy was tossed onto the unmade bed and Donny’s calloused hand was placed over his mouth as he squirmed defensively.

  “Shut your fucking mouth,” Donny growled.  “You don’t want them coming up here.”  Them being the senior Wilsons, who were breakfasting in the kitchen.  It was awful early for Donny, whose latest job was gas jockey at the old local independent station.  His torturous actions usually took place late at night. 

Uncovering Billy’s mouth Donny still kept a strong hold on him.  “Got somethin’ for ya,” Donny whispered huskily in his ear.  “A present from Horace.”  Horace was the brother of Donny’s buddy Bozo, he of the big nose and even bigger dick.  Ever since the nursing home fiasco Donny had become besties with Horace, who perversely reveled in Billy’s persecution. 

“I’ve got to get ready for school,” Billy listlessly advised him.  “The bus will be here soon.”

“This ain’t gonna take long.  And it’s gonna make your little bus ride extra special this morning,” Donny mysteriously hinted.   “Now lift them fuckin’ legs.  Should be used to that by now.”  When Billy hesitated Donny roughly grabbed his left and spread him open.  The towel came apart and Billy was fully exposed to his mean brother.  Donny’s eyes narrowed hatefully.   His little brother was lithe and toned, fair of skin and hair like mother Mary while Donny was more burly, hairy and dark like terrible Tom.  Donny despised his father almost as much as Billy so it galled him to know they shared the same features. 

Donny had resented his baby brother from the moment he came home after delivery.  Suddenly things had shifted and he was no longer the center of attention.  They shared the same room and Donny couldn’t stand it when the baby cried during the night.  Many times he considered holding something over baby Billy’s face to shut him up.  He never grew out of it.  Tom and Mary continued to dote on the new addition while Donny saw less and less attention and affection.  As they matured it was Billy who got all the praise.  How could Donny help that he was not the best student?  It certainly didn’t help matters to be told that he was a disappointment every time Tom and Mary got called into the Principal’s office for some scrape Donny got into.  And the beating he’d taken from Tom at age thirteen for shoplifting from Spencer’s Department store while Billy innocently looked on.  Tom had been in his face many times since.  Once, just once, Donny would like to take him on.  It had come close on  more than one occasion.  But oh, little baby Billy, he was the perfect son.  Until now.

Curiously aware that Billy wasn’t fighting him quite as much as usual, Donny nevertheless roughly man-handled him.  Billy saw his brother’s hand reach under the pillow and remove something but it was done so swiftly he hadn’t seen what the “something” was.  Next thing he knew a blunt pliant object was being pressed against his oft-abused asshole.  Donny wasn’t gentle.  He shoved it through Billy’s ass lips.  A conical piece, its widest part stretching his boy labia, popped inside and seemed to lock into place.  This time Billy couldn’t help but squirm.

“Wh-what is that?” Billy fearfully inquired.

“A plug,” Donny growled.  “And you’re gonna leave it in all day.  Don’t even think about takin’ it out.  If you do I’m gonna make what goes on tonight doubly worse.”

Tonight!  Oh, no, Billy thought, not again.   “But I’ve got practice after school,” he argued.  “I can’t keep this---this thing in while I’m in the pool.”

“You better keep it in,” Donny grinned evilly.  “You think I won’t know?  Maybe I won’t be there, but there’s those in your school that will.  My buddies have buddies there that will know.  They’ll tell my boys.  And my boys will tell me.”

Billy shivered.  There was obviously no safe spot for him anywhere anymore.  One again he suffered that overwhelming feeling of defeat.  Donny released him from his clutches and Billy hobbled off to his room.  It took some getting used to walking with the device inside him.  Once behind his closed door he turned away from the full length mirror and saw the rubber “tail” dangling from his ass.  It was black, thin and three to four inches long.  He considered pulling the entire thing out and taking a look at it but decided to leave well enough alone.  He didn’t know how he’d get through the day with this feeling of fullness in his butt, but somehow he’d manage.

Sitting proved to be a challenge, as he learned on the bus and later behind his desk in the classroom.  He found himself constantly squirming, repositioning himself for maximum comfort.  To further complicate matters the butt plug was sitting on his prostate and giving him a hard-on.  He was forced to making a trip to the lav to stuff toilet tissue into his crotch to absorb the pre-cum leaking from his dickhead.  It was all very inconvenient, potentially embarrassing and yet devilishly good. 

It was during a mid-morning Science class when things began to happen.  Usually an attentive front row student, Billy instead opted today for a seat further back.  Just in case.  Throwing his body into the seat next to him was Blake Collings, one of the school ruffians.  Generally that crowd took back row where they could carry on their shenanigans out of the teacher’s direct eyesight.   Billy could never figure how the boy even managed to get a passing grade in the class.  His worn, ever-present Army jacket was on over a black t-shirt.  Oversized, worn and tattered jeans and beat-up Chucks completed his everyday outfit.  He was lazily slouched low in the seat, one leg crossed ankle over kneecap on the other.  When Billy happened to glance over at him the lout looked back with a smug grin on his mug.  Donny had mentioned something about having eyes on the inside.  Was Blake Collings one of them?

Between the object in his rectal cavity and unease with the presence of the Collings boy Billy found it difficult to concentrate on the lesson.  His eyes wandered to the crotch of Mr. Dowling in the front of the room and found it to be packed more than usual today.  Despite himself, Billy began to imagine what his teacher’s cock looked like.  Long and thin?  Short and fat?  Cut or uncut?   Billy decided it was extra-long and super fat with lots of chewy foreskin covering a cheesy head.  Without conscious thought he licked his lips as a salacious scenario played in his imagination.

Suddenly his body jolted.  Billy’s eyes shot wide and he nearly gasped aloud.  What the heck was that?  It was as if he’d suddenly had some sort of shock.  And then it came again.  Before he even realized he’d done it Billy bolted upright in his chair.  The sensation was coming from inside his ass.  The plug Donny had implanted there was vibrating in his asshole!  Billy was petrified.  There he was in the middle of class with a butt plug whirring around inside him!  How could this be?  Was there some sort of timer on the thing and how long would it last?  He attempted to regain his composure so those nearby wouldn’t catch on to his discomfort.  Just when he thought he had himself in some sort of control the thing amped up.  It buzzed with increased intensity in his hole, causing Billy to squirm in the seat.  The thing was playing havoc with his prostate and causing beads of sweat to pop out on his forehead.  He could feel the wetness in his crotch and knew he was leaking heavily.  Despite whatever Donny said, or would do, he had to remove the device.

And just then it stopped as quickly as it started.  Billy breathed a hefty sigh of relief and attempted to compose himself.  He glanced over at Blake and did a double-take.  Blake was looking at him with a wide knowing grin and suggestively thrusting his tongue into the side of his cheek.  Sliding down lower in the chair he thrust his crotch upward and showed an erection under his jeans.  So Collings was one of Donny’s spies after all!  It figured; he would be just the type.   Billy fleetingly wondered about Blake’s equipment before quickly shaking off the thought.

Billy deduced that if he hadn’t reacted when the thing went off Blake would have known he had removed it and reported to Donny.  Was the damned thing on auto pilot or was Donny controlling it remotely?  How many others were there like Blake?  Was there surveillance in each of his classes?  If so, then Donny had (unsurprisingly) broken his word.  Before long the entire school would know and he’d be shamed.  The word would spread and eventually reach their parents.  The only positive side, if there was one, was that Donny would no longer have a hold over him.

Gym proved to be a real challenge.  Indoor basketball, which required a good deal of running, was the sport for the day.  Billy was hampered by the plug wedged in his ass.  Whenever he moved the thing scoured his asshole and wreaked havoc on his prostate.   He was throwing wood in his athletic supporter and grateful for the baggy shorts which hopefully concealed it.  Just as he was laying up a shot at the basket the plug whirred into action on the highest voltage yet.  It only lasted a few seconds but brought him to his knees.  Coach whistled for time out and attended to Billy, who claimed a leg cramp.  He was sent to the locker room for a hot shower.   It proved to be a good thing, for Billy had no idea how he could take the mandatory shower amongst the others with that tail hanging out of his asshole.  As he fake-hobbled to the locker room Dustin Dillard, one of the long-haired nicotine-breath losers too cool to change for gym, sent him a wink, blew a kiss and then elbowed the underachiever sitting beside him on the bleachers as they both snickered.  Another of Donny’s agents, no doubt. 

Things only got worse throughout the day as the plug was maneuvered into action at the most inopportune of times.  He became paranoid, certain there were traitorous eyes on him every moment.  As he walked the halls on the way to next class the bung revved up and nearly had him hugging the lockers.  He was certain the discomfort showed on his face.  During a quiz in Trig, while the room was silent, it clicked on and nearly sent him off his seat.  Was it his imagination or did he actually hear it buzzing?  And if he heard it those near him must also.  A nudge to his chair from behind had him glancing over his shoulder at the miscreant seated there with an amused smile on his mug.  Jeez, they were everywhere. 

At one point Billy just couldn’t handle it anymore.  The damned thing had been going non-stop for a good five minutes or more and he was near ready to cum in his pants.  Seeking permission for bathroom run, he high-tailed it to the nearest, locked himself into a stall, dropped his pants and sat on the bowl.  His cock was standing stiff and throbbing as the stopple hummed inside him.  Billy was sweating, breathing heavy and writhing on the porcelain bowl.  This was the longest period of time it had run all day and didn’t seem as though it would stop.  It was driving him mad and he just had to get it out!  Reaching between his legs he took hold of the “tail” and was about to yank it when from above him came a sound of reproach.  Billy’s head shot up to the face of the unattractive teen looking down on him from over the partition.  The greasy haired boy clucked his tongue and shook his head from side to side.  Suddenly Billy’s body tensed and he reacted with horror when his cock shot a geyser of cum in front of the other teen.  He gnashed his teeth and tossed his head as the ass plug tortured his prostate gland, producing even more semen.  Up until this moment he had never had such a monumental ejaculation.

“S’posed to text if you try ‘n take it out,” the voyeur was saying, “but I won’t tell if you won’t.  Now, lemme in.”  He came down from his perch and was standing on the other side of the door in a flash.  Billy, drenched in his own cum, hesitated.  He knew it would be bad for him if this one reported his intentions to Donny--- or whoever it was he would notify.  Reluctantly, Billy released the lock on the door and it swung inward.  Quickly Howie Beechum stepped in, kicked the door shut behind him and hauled out his hard cock. 

“Suck my dick, bitch!” he ordered.  Although Howie certainly didn’t fit in with Billy’s crowd, Billy knew enough about Beechum.  He was definitely not one of the cool kids, but an under-achiever who didn’t quite fit in with the so-called tough guys either.   Reportedly, Howie’s folks were dirt poor.  Overweight, but not technically fat, he had a bad case of acne, plaque-coated teeth, a fat hog’s nose littered with black heads and the aforementioned shoulder length greasy hair tucked  behind his ears.  What Billy didn’t know was that Howie was the cousin of Donny’s mentally challenged buddy, Scratch. 

Before Billy could object Howie had grasped him by the back of his head with both sweaty hands and crammed his cock in his mouth.  It tasted unwashed and gamey.  Billy gagged with revulsion.  Undeterred, Howie pounded his pelvis against Billy’s face, thrusting with rapid-fire strokes.  Billy’s nostrils were filled with the nasty aroma emanating from the boy’s tangled bush and only hoped the unidentifiable things gathered there were underwear lint.  Howie had a modest six inches of strangely shaped cock, flaring out widely mid-shaft and narrowing upward to an almost flat mushroom cock-head.  That plunger repeatedly breached the back of Billy’s throat, momentarily cutting off his airway. Billy’s garbled objections went unheeded. 

Howie rabbit-fucked his face with haste.  It wasn’t often a slob like him got such an opportunity and he was taking full advantage.  This wasn’t what he’d been commissioned to do but the kid’s big brother would never know.  Surely the boy wouldn’t tell him.  His hairy, sweaty balls were constantly slapping against the beleaguered teen’s chin as he fervently fucked.  Billy whimpered, overwhelmed by the cretin’s bottom-of-the-hamper aroma.  To make matters worse the plug in his butt had kicked into action again, but this time to a different frequency.  It pulsed from a comfortable low to an excruciating high in a matter of about fifteen seconds, buzzed down and started the cycle over again.  Billy fearfully anticipated the devastating crescendo, bucking and panting in agony each time it violated his pussy.  Ignorant Howie, figuring Billy’s reaction was a testament to his sexual prowess (hmmmm….that never happened before), became even more aroused and fucked his mouth more feverishly.

At the run-down gas station where he currently worked, Donny Wilson was squeegeeing the windshield of Delores Claxton’s Camry while her tank was being filled.  Donny wouldn’t mind filling her tank with something else.  Delores was a local real estate agent in her late thirties with a decent rack and painted lips that would look even better wrapped around Donny’s dick.  From his vantage point he had a good view of her sheer stockinged legs in that skirt with a slit up the side, showing even more skin.  Delores enjoyed taunting Donny, shifting her legs, crossing and uncrossing, then parting them wide.  By the time he came over to her side to collect payment she knew she’d see a protrusion coming from the groin of his coveralls.  Donny was so engrossed in the teasing game they frequently played that he forgot he had engaged the butt plug. 

Sweating profusely, Billy held on tight to Howie’s beefy thighs, squeezing with all his might to alleviate the torture being inflicted on his hole.  Howie, of course, interpreted his actions as encouragement.  Howie had never felt like a stud before; maybe this would become a regular thing.  For now, though, he had reached the limit of his endurance.  Howie grunted as he came, shooting glob after glob of hot sticky cum into Billy’s mouth.  At the same time Billy was driven to another orgasm by the killer plug.  Howie was filled with self-pride, believing he had gotten the kid off just by feeding him cum.  Billy was actually surprised the grungy kid’s load didn’t taste all that bad.  Was probably the only decent thing about him.  Not wanting to return to class with a soiled shirt, Billy gulped it all down.

Howie’s mind, as well as his prick, was blown.  This preppy kid had actually swallowed his load.  Now, Howie was strictly into girls (not that he every got much) but if a dude did something like that then he was all in.  Tucking himself back in and zipping up he swiped back his oily hair and said, “M-maybe we can do this again sometime, Billy.”  Billy remained perched on the bowl shuddering as the plug revved up again.  All he could do was nod.  Anything to be rid of this cretin.

Once Howie was gone Billy considered his plight.  He couldn’t return to class now.  Not with this thing going wild inside him.  And he dare not remove it.  Donny was a vicious bastard for putting him through this.  Billy was far from a vengeful young man but already the seeds of pay back were planted.  Outside of downright maliciousness there was no justification for what he was, and had been, put through.  Any wrong doing was in Donny’s twisted psyche.  Mindless of the fact that the stall door was ajar Billy scooted down lower on the toilet seat, planted one leg against the wall to the right of him, the other to the left and reached down to toy with the “tail” as the device wreaked havoc on his prostate.

Suddenly a dark shadow fell across Billy’s quaking form.  Looking up he saw the man in uniform.  The school Janitor.  Jurek Dabrowski had been dutifully employed as such for the past fifteen years.  A Polish immigrant, he was a tall man of forty-eight with a mostly bald pate, bushy eyebrows, watery eyes and a ruddy complexion, a result of the flask he usually kept hidden in the pocket of his coveralls.  Jurek had been taken to task more than once by Principal Fischer for drinking on the job.   He should  have been fired long ago, but that was unlikely to happen.  Jurek had the upper hand with Fischer, who he’d once caught in flagrante delicto with Suzie Simmons, then a high school Junior.  It was a disgusting sight.  Fischer was an ugly, fat fuck and Suzie was a nubile maiden who made it with just about anything in pants.  Including Jurek.

Jurek had earlier entered the Boy’s Room, as was aptly stenciled on the outside of the door, with pail and mop to do his usual duty.  Howie and Billy were so engrossed they hadn’t heard him enter.  Instantly recognizing the sounds of passion, Jurek quietly made his way to the farthest stall and saw them in action.  With Howie facing the opposite wall and blocking Billy’s view, neither were aware they had an audience.  Smirking amusedly, Jurek backtracked.  Removing the collapsible yellow “Closed For Service  Use Another Facility” sign from his cart he placed it at the entrance, then secreted himself in an obstructed corner.  Had Howie the Slob stopped to wash up before he left he might have seen Jurek through the mirror above the sink. 

Now Jurek was standing there ogling the cute teen splayed out before him.  He was already feeling good from the swigs of brandy he’d taken and loosened up enough to indulge.  Stunned and embarrassed by the appearance of the man Billy didn’t know what to do or say.  The plug was reaching its pinnacle of stimulation again and the boy couldn’t help but react.  Gasping, he clenched his teeth, squinted in pleasure/pain and writhed on the bowl.  Jurek eyed the black tail hanging from the boy pussy and absently squeezed his crotch.  Stepping forward and kicking the door shut behind him he reached for the protruding piece and felt the vibrations. 

“You like deek up you ass, boy?” he asked in his deep, slurred accent.  Fearful, Billy shook his head in the negative.  “Well, what you call dis?” Jurek quizzed as his thick, stubby fingers moved to feel Billy’s smooth, puffy labia.  “I tink you need a real deek up you ass,” he decided, taking hold of the protrusion and crudely yanking out the plug.  Billy grunted when the large base spread his ass lips wide and popped free. 

“NO!” he cried fearfully.  “It can’t be out!  He’ll know!”

“Who?” Jurek asked, holding the wildly buzzing device in his dirty hand.

“M-my brother,” Billy shamefully admitted.

Jurek’s brows raised.  “You brudder fook you?”

“No!” Billy’s eyes went wide, horrified by the assumption.

“You brudder, he make you a pussy boy,” Jurek nodded in understanding.  “You no worry.  I got something else to put inside dere.”  When Billy began to object Jurek shoved the whirring butt plug into his mouth.  Billy’s eyes shot even wider and he shouted around the black object vibrating maddeningly in his oral cavity, but his words were muffled.  He could taste his own ass juices on the wildly buzzing thing.  Jurek pulled his flask from a pocket, took a healthy swig, tucked it away and began unsnapping his coveralls.  Billy helplessly watched as a hairy, manly chest was exposed, then the small swell of a gut and finally the growth of a thick man bush.  Jurek shrugged the overalls from his shoulders, letting it fall down around his booted feet.  Jurek’s arms were surprisingly strong and dusted with hair.  Billy’s eyes flared again when he saw the big Polish sausage standing out from the janitor’s hairy groin.  It was a massive rod of about nine inches and incredibly thick with a bulging head which reached far up past his navel, its piss slit gaping.  Below the cock hung a set of egg-sized rocks bloated with heated scum.

Jurek hunkered down to meet Billy’s gaping hole and slammed into him so hard that if his legs hadn’t been braced to the walls he would have toppled off the commode.  In an instant the horny Janitor’s hairy balls were mashed against his crack and the fat head was lodged in his colon.  Billy’s body tensed and he shouted around the mouth gag, but Jurek paid him no need.  With a determined, drunken look on his mug he bucked in and out of the boy, riding his ass from crown to base with gut-wrenching thrusts.  Billy’s asshole spasmed around the big cock plowing deep inside him.  He wasn’t sure which was worse: the plug infuriatingly whirring in his mouth or the dick roughly shoving between his widespread legs.  Jurek went deep each time with his punishing meat, driving like a posthole digger.  Billy’s pussy was nicely stretched after having hosted Donny’s “gift” for hours but still tight enough for pleasurable fucking.  Jurek was taking full advantage.

On the other side of town Donny was seated in the passenger seat of Delores’ Camry with his hand under her skirt, two fingers driving in and out of her pussy and his thumb working her clitoris.  Delores had her manicured hand wrapped around Donny’s thick Wilson dick and was giving him a pleasurable hand job.  Any thought of Billy and his plight was far from Donny’s mind.  In his current state of rapture he’d forgotten all about remotely disarming the butt plug, which was wreaking havoc on Billy’s palate and threatening to rearrange his teeth.   Donny’s current situation involved taking things to the next level and getting his cock into Delores’ warm snatch.

Jurek plunged full speed through Billy’s pussy huffing and puffing from his powerful exertions.  A sheen of sweat broke out over his grizzly face and heaving chest.  Billy curiously watched a droplet of sweat travel from the hollow of his throat down through his sternum.  He was alarmed by his sudden compulsion to shift up there and lick the sweat from the man’s torso.  When that globule broke free and came down to land on him Billy’s body sizzled with---what---jubilation?  What in the world was happening to him?  Billy had little time to ponder because the evil spire was going out of control in his mouth and Jurek was fucking even harder.

Just when Billy thought sure that huge shaft would fuck him into next period Jurek began trembling and groaning.  A roar rose from deep in his chest and he drove deep into Billy’s ass one last time.  Billy felt each pulse as the Polish janitor bred him and instinctively hugged the spurting cock from inside.  Billy curiously observed the beast as he came.  Lost in obvious rapture his head was thrown back, eyes rolled upward, teeth gnashing and his muscles tightened.  His tit meat stuck out from the mat of hair on his heaving chest and Billy surprised himself by reaching out and latching on to the twin nodules.  He squeezed, Jurek shuddered and another gush of cum battered Billy’s already drenched teen twat. 

Snorting like a well-run horse Jurek pulled out and came to a standing position.  “You liked dat, boy, didn’t you? No worry, you get lots of Jurek from now on.”  Reaching out, he yanked the whirling plug from Billy’s dripping mouth and shoved it back into the boy’s hole, effectively sealing off his cum load.  Billy winced.  Chuckling, Jurek tucked himself in, buttoned up and made a show of listening to the bell that had suddenly gone off, signaling the change of classes.  “Boys gonna want to come in and take a piss.”  Smiling sinisterly he added, “Maybe I let them.” 

Terrified of being discovering like this Billy violently shook his head from side to side.  “No, please!” 

Jurek chortled at Billy’s reaction.  “Tomorrow at you lunch time you come to Jurek’s room an’ we fook again.  I bring some more toys for you.”  His “room” was a utility closet with a sink, cleaning supplies and not much more.   With little other choice Billy nodded affirmatively.  As soon as the man left the cubicle Billy slammed the door shut and scrambled to dress.  The damned butt plug was still dancing around in his ass.  He had totally missed a good half of Trigonometry.  How was he going to make it through Physics? 

Billy managed to wash up and make it out of the rest room noting that, true to his word, Jurek had left the “closed” sign in place.  How magnanimous of him!  The beast’s mention of “toys” hadn’t gone lost on Billy, who shuddered to think what the slimy Janitor had in mind.  But, the cock on him!  Oh, the cock!  Billy shook himself off, disgusted by his own perverse thoughts and made his way to Physics class.  He was immediately accosted by Mr. Davis, the teacher, who gravely informed him his immediate presence was requested at the Principal’s office.  Billy just knew he was in trouble for having dodged Trig. 

Mrs. Mathers, the secretary, ushered him straight to Principal Fischer’s private office upon his arrival.  He obviously was expected.   Fischer, wedged behind his desk, looked up from the laptop in front of him, removed his glasses from the bridge of his nose and directed Billy to a seat in front of him.  Billy sat precariously at the edge as the plug was winding down to a dull hum. 

Carl Fischer was obese.  His jowls had jowls.  Eyes were mere slits under the overhang.  At fifty-four years of age he was completely out of shape, although he prided himself on good grooming.  His hair, graying by the day, was impeccably cut and styled.  He was always clean-shaved.  Clothes were starched and pressed.  The gold watch on his wrist spoke of money and his wedding band donned one stubby finger.  Fischer had been married for thirty years to Louella, who topped him on the scales.  Together they gave new meaning to tonnage. 

“Mr. Jamison reported you missing from class,” the Principal said in a stern voice.  “Care to tell me where you went?”  His waddle was waddling. 

Billy swallowed hard.  “I went to the lavatory, Sir.”

Billy already had him at “sir.”  Fischer liked respect.  He craved the feeling of superiority even more.  Still, he persisted.  “You were gone for nearly half an hour.”

“I, um, had a---a problem,” Billy replied sheepishly.

“What problem?”  Fischer pressed.  “Constipated?  Sick?  Should I call in Nurse Neuhauser?”

Billy shook his head.  “No, Sir.  It’s not like that.”

“Then why don’t you tell me exactly what “it” is?”  Fischer heaved his big body back in the rolling chair, which groaned under his weight.  He observed Billy curiously.  He knew of the kid.  Never had given any trouble, unlike his brother a few years back.  That one was a handful.  Always causing trouble.  Fischer made a point of attending the school’s swim meets and ogling the teen flesh on display.  Of all the boys and girls Billy Wilson looked especially fetching in his tiny Speedo suit.  Slim, trim, hairless body, nice bulge and a cute ass.  When it came to “chicken” Carl Fischer didn’t discriminate.

Billy averted the Principal’s eyes and looked to the floor.  To Carl, it seemed as if he boy wanted to cry.  “It-it’s personal,” was all he managed.

And that’s when the stopple began speeding up.  Slowly and steadily it mounted in velocity until it was churning in Billy’s rectum.  Billy fidgeted uncomfortably, broke out in a sweat and threw himself against the back of the chair.  Carl’s liver-like lips fell open and his eyes stared with astonishment.

“Son, are you alright?  Are you having a seizure?”

“Yeeeeeeeeeeeeesssss!  I mean, nooooooooo!”  The words vibrated from his mouth.

“I’m calling 911,” the Principal announced, reaching for his phone.

“Nooooooooooooo!” Billy cried through clenched teeth.  “Don’t!  It’ll go awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyy!”  His body had slid low on the chair, his legs were up, spread and quivering and he was gnashing his teeth as his head shot from side to side.  Fischer had never seen anything like it before.  Cripes, was the kid possessed?

Slowly Billy relaxed.  The seizure appeared to be over.  He lay against the chair panting and Fischer was certain the boy was sporting an erection.  “Are you alright, Wilson?”

“For now,” Billy managed.  “But it’ll be back soon.  It won’t stop.  It just won’t stop!”

“What won’t stop?  Talk to me, boy!”

“The thing in my butt!”  Billy blurted out. 

Fischer was taken aback.  But not for long.  Suddenly this entire episode had become quite riveting.  “What are you talking about, Billy?  What is in your---butt.”  Fine butt that it was. 

“The thing!  The thing my brother put there!!”

This was interesting indeed, Carl thought.  Already he was feeling the swelling in his trousers.  He knew Donny Wilson to be a ruffian, but just what had he done to his young brother?  “Do you wish to---show me?” Fischer inquired hopefully.

Just then a look of terror marred Billy’s good looks.  His body went rigid and he threw himself back against the chair once again.  What ensued was a series of jerks and contortions, as if he was having a painful orgasm.  Had dastardly Donny placed some sort of electric prod up his baby brother’s ass?  And for what purpose?

Carl was beyond aroused by now.  His stiffie was knocking against his zipper.  “Son,” he kindly persuaded when Billy had calmed, “I can’t help you if you don’t let me see what the problem is.”

“O-okay,” Billy replied gingerly.  “Just please don’t tell anyone.”

“Oh, heavens, no!” Fischer innocently proclaimed. 

Although a bit apprehensive Billy hesitantly pulled down his pants and briefs, kicking them aside, and with the small of his back perched at the edge of the chair lifted his legs and held them widely apart, revealing the black rubber tail hanging from his hole.  Fischer’s fat lower lip quivered at the sight of the stunning teen lewdly splayed out before him.  His eyes zeroed in on the object protruding from that delectable ass.  So this was the source of the boy’s “troubles!”  A vibrator of sorts, obviously remote controlled by his dastardly sibling.

Trying to maintain some sort of composure Fischer said, “Please come to this side of the desk, Billy, so that I might examine the situation more closely.” 

Although somewhat unsure, Billy rose and padded over to stand beside the Principal, his hands shyly attempting to cover his arousal.  It was a futile effort.  Billy’s big boy cock was causing Fischer to nearly lose his façade of kindly school headmaster.  Wheeling his chair outward he directed Billy to the place before him and allow him to see the trouble spot.  Billy obediently turned to face away from the Principal, cocked one leg up on the desk and bent over, exposing his tortured ass to the man.

Fischer smacked his gums salaciously and reached out a tentative hand to touch the “string.”  “What have we here,” he remarked, as if he hadn’t already figured that out.  Giving it a slight tug he determined that the plug was securely in place.  What perverse game was the older Wilson playing with his little brother sending him to school with the thing in his ass?  And why had Billy gone along with it?  The entire situation intrigued Carl. 

He saw Billy’s raisin twitch when the thing began pulsing inside him again.  If he listened closely, Carl could almost hear it.  Billy dropped his hands to the desktop, holding himself in a push-up position and panted madly as it ravaged his insides.  Carl placed two pudgy fingers on Billy’s tender ass lips and soothingly rubbed around the protuberance, feeling the strong vibrations emanating from within.  It was obviously running at maximum capacity.  Carl couldn’t figure how the boy could tolerate it! 

When things had returned to some sense of normalcy Carl, still massaging Billy’s winkie, inquired, “Can you tell me why your brother planted this inside you, son?”

Billy began to sob.  “He hates me.  For months he’s been making me do all sorts of horrible things!”

“Now, now.  There, there,” Fischer hushed him.  “Sit down here on my lap and tell me all about it.”

Billy was so grateful to have someone, especially an adult in a position of authority, to finally confide in that he didn’t consider ulterior motives.  He sat down on one of Fischer’s generous thighs between the spread of his legs, tears flowing down his cheeks.  Fischer tenderly placed a hand behind Billy’s head and brought it down to rest on his shoulder.  He rubbed the boy’s smooth, sinewy back and comforted him.  “Everything’s going to be alright now,” he calmly assured the boy.  “Unburden yourself and tell me all about it.”

Through racking sobs, Billy took the Principal into his confidence and told him everything, beginning with his ill-advised college funding scheme, unearthed by Donny and held over his head ever since.  He told of the late-night assignations outside the gay roadhouse and being forced entertainment for Donny’s delinquent friends, nursing home patients and the frightening white supremacists.   Fischer listened intently, becoming more and more titillated with each word.  His hands, which had at first been comforting, were now fondling the boy.  He roamed under the twink’s shirt, over his smooth chest and took a pert nipple between his chubby fingers, squeezing and rolling it as Billy told his tale.  Grateful to be unburdening himself, and now used to such treatment, Billy hardly noticed.  He told of being forcibly face and ass fucked, swallowing urine and semen and being confused with the realization that he was beginning to crave it.  Most of all, he was anxious to break Donny’s control but saw no clear way out.

Fischer had heard all he could take.  Coercing Billy to lay flat over his lap he ran his hands over Billy’s youthful flesh, pushing the shirt all the way to the boy’s shoulders so he could admire all of him.  How many times he had lusted for the kid while watching him at the school pool and now Billy was completely in his clutches, lulled by a false sense of security.   Carl’s roving hand went down the indented small of Billy’s back, through the valley of his smooth glutes and latched on to the butt plug.  He yanked it out in one swift move and then shoved it back in.  Billy yelped and his head shot up.

“Principal Fischer!” he exclaimed.   “Wh-what are you doing?”

“Shut up, you little whore!” Carl snarled.  “You bring that cunt secretary of mine in here and I’ll make what your brother’s done to you look like a birthday party.”  He began repeatedly rammed the plug in and out of Billy’s already tortured ass.  The base of it was so wide, so as to hold it into place, that it tugged Billy’s labia out with each withdrawal, giving him a serious jolt.  As he withdrew it Carl noticed the leakage from Billy’s hole and growled, “You’ve been fucked today, haven’t you?  Who did it?  Who fucked that little pussy?”  When Billy failed to reply he sent a resounding slap to Billy’s upturned ass cheek.  Billy winced and cried out.  Carl snatched up a handful of Billy’s hair, yanked his head back and snarled, “I told you to keep your voice down.  Now, who fucked you?”

“Mr. Dabrowski!” Billy gasped.

“Where?”

“I-in the boy’s room,” Billy managed.  Along with the device repeatedly spreading his hole it was now vibrating like mad once again. 

“That fucking Polack,” Carl spat with disgust.  “I should have known.  Did you like his Polish dick fucking your pussy?”

“Yes.  I MEAN NO!”  Billy corrected himself with horror.  He cursed himself for trusting the Principal.  He should have known safety was nowhere for him any longer. 

“You liked it.  All you young boys and girls prance around these halls acting like you don’t.  But you all want it,” Carl ranted.  “Girls in skirts cut up to their pussies; boys with jeans hanging so low on those slim hips showing ass crack.  You ask for it.  Can’t blame Jurek one bit for taking what you offer.”

“NO! “ Billy protested, becoming more frightened.  This man was talking crazy.  “It’s not like that!  I told you, it’s all Donny’s fault.”

“Donny, Donny,” Carl mimicked while grinding the plug around in Billy’s asshole.  “If I was your big brother I’d want to teach you a lesson, too.”

“Please Principal Fischer,” Billy pleaded as he squirmed on the fat man’s lap.  “Please let me go.”

“Not until you’ve received some discipline,” Fischer snarled.  Releasing the heavily vibrating anal stimulator he reached across Billy and managed to open a drawer of his desk, dug to the back and retrieved the ping pong paddle he kept secreted there for these exact occasions.  Billy struggled to extract himself from the big man’s grasp but Fischer had him at a disadvantage.  Billy yelped when the paddle began striking his cakes.  “Little whore!” he snarled as he violently struck those tight, tempting mounds.  “I’ll teach you not to be a cock tease around here!”

“Oh, please, Principal Fischer.  Please, please, stop!”  The double agony of the butt plug maddeningly vibrating against his prostate and the pummeling paddle was excruciating. 

“I told you to keep your voice down,” Fischer growled with an extra hard smack.  “There’s a way to fix that.”  He swiftly wrenched the plug from Billy’s ass and shoved it into the boy’s mouth, just as Jurek had earlier done.  Billy protested the invasion but his words were garbled.  Fischer’s eyes glowed maniacally as he observed the boy’s milky glutes turning a nice shade of crimson.  He thrust a beefy finger into Billy’s hot hole and, aided by Jurek’s cum load, easily fucked it in and out.  Billy writhed.  His ass bucked up and down.  Fischer could feel the boy’s hardon prodding against his thigh.  He added another finger and really worked the kid as his paddle continued to rise and fall, beating fuck out of poor Billy.

On the other side of town Donny was incensed by the actions of cock tease Delores.  Sure, she’d jerked him off to completion.  But that was it.  He wanted in her pussy.  After he’d blown his load and she had squirted for a second time Delores had kicked him out of the car and sped off.  Donny was steaming, but knew when she pulled into the station again he’d be playing her game, hopeful that it would end differently.  Donny was so distracted by Delores that he’d entirely forgotten about Billy.  It was while pumping gas for another customer when he realized he hadn’t deactivated the butt plug.  Billy’s asshole must be fried by now!  He smirked evilly.  Fuck it, the kid deserved it.  Completing the transaction he accessed the app on the smartphone and toned the tempo down to a dull buzz, giving the fuck a little break before he amped it up again.  He needed that pussy all hot, bothered and open for what he had planned tonight.

Billy was so distracted by what the deranged Principal was doing to his rump that he failed to realize at first that the horrid cork had toned down.  Thankfully the man had tossed the paddle onto the desk and was rubbing his burning buttocks, obviously admiring his handiwork, while he rummaged around inside Billy’s asshole as if he was looking for a lost item.  Billy wriggled on the fat man’s lap, fully aware of the protrusion in the front of Fischer’s trousers.  He silently cursed when he caught himself thinking about what the Principal’s cock looked like.  Little did he realize he was soon to find out.

The lecherous Principal removed his cummy fingers from Billy’s butt, slapped his ass one last time and tossed him off.   Billy went rolling to the floor.  Now under Fischer’s desk he innocently looked up at the wicked taskmaster, awaiting his next move.  Carl could barely contain himself at the beautiful sight of this good looking, able-bodied teen with the rubber piece dangling from his mouth down there at his feet.  The chair heaved as Carl scooted lower, undid his trousers and hauled out his ready cock. 

Billy’s eyes flared as he looked up at the oozing piece.  While it might not have been as big as some he’d recently endured, Principal Fischer’s dick was as fat as the man himself.  The drooling shaft was ultra-thick, sporting a massive cock head and the headmaster’s balls were enormous!   While lacking in all other departments Fischer’s crotch was definitely that of a superior stud. 

Carl appreciated the awestruck look on the boy’s face.   “Get up off that floor,” he commanded.  Billy scrambled to oblige, fearful of another beating.  “Now get that shirt off and climb up here on my lap.”  Billy did as he was told.  Shamelessly nude he further overburdened the chair by straddling the fat man’s lap.  The head of Fischer’s cock was kissing his abused ass hole and his own erection was throbbing against the front of the man’s dress shirt and tie.  Wrapping a chubby hand around the base of his unit to hold himself steady he ordered, “Now, sit down on it!” 

A bit fearful, Billy hesitated.  But when Carl’s other hand lashed out and smacked his face Billy dropped.  The big helmet punched through his ravaged labia.  Billy gasped so hard that he nearly sucked the plug into his throat.  The nasty Principal’s fat cock was all the way up his butt!  Carl’s hands were on his burning hinds holding his ass open.  Billy pushed down even further, feeling the bristly man bush against his smooth skin, and ground his ass on the fat man’s lap.  His insides were so sensitized by the vibrating plug that he thought for certain the cock would make him jizz again.  It was all so wrong, yet somehow it felt so right.

“Ride it, boy!” Fischer commanded.  And Billy did.  He slid his smooth, hairless boy pussy up and down on Carl’s chunky pole.   Excited sweat was beginning to pour off the obese man, running down his face and neck into the collar of his shirt.  Billy obliged by loosening the pig’s tie and undoing the buttons of his starched white shirt.  Underneath, the standard sleeved t-shirt was already moist and clinging to the man’s body, revealing all his rolls of lard.   Billy’s hands landed on the flabby udder’s (just for support, mind you) and squeezed them like oranges as he bounced on the cock.  Carl’s head was rolling from one side to the other.   He was moaning and groaning, mindless of the fact that his secretary was right outside the door.  That plug had worked Billy for so long that his ass was still buzzing, and it felt downright awesome around Carl’s meat. 

Realizing Carl was no longer in charge, he was, Billy gave it up the way he had with old man Hallahan all those months ago.  Before Donny got in the act.  He rammed his ass down on the cock until the pubes were dusting his crack, sending waves of pleasure through both of them.  Fischer’s outlandish cock head was mashing against his boy clit each time, causing him to leak a continuous stream of pre-cum over the man’s flabby, hairy belly.  Again, then again, Billy lifted himself up and swiftly dropped back down.  He squeezed the fuck out of the cock with his ass muscles like a well-trained whore, eliciting sighs of satisfaction from the Principal.  

“Give me your load, you fat fuck” he snarled, a broken product now of Donny’s “training.”  For so long he had followed his brother’s dictates to save face amongst family and friends.  This day had taught him that was impossible.  Now that a few of the boys at school were in on it the word would be out.  One would tell another, that one would spread the news and before long most would know.   His promising future was shattered.   He was now nothing more than a hole for men to violate.  If that was the shape of things to come he might as well learn to enjoy it.  Besides, he had become fascinated by cock.

From the way Fischer was reacting Billy was a bit fearful the overweight man was about to suffer a coronary.  How would he explain that?  His reputation was shot to hell as it was.  The Principal’s eyes were rolling about in their sockets, his tongue was hanging from one corner of his twitching mouth and he was flailing about like a crab in a steam pot.   With a shout that Mrs. Mathers was certain to have heard Carl exploded inside Billy’s working pussy.  Bursts of cum fired from his deeply buried cock into the clutching sheath of the seventeen year old swimmer.  Panting, Billy fired off a hand’s free load of creamy sauce over Carl’s exposed belly and t-shirt.

Afterwards, with Fischer lying across his throne like a beached whale Billy dismounted, removed the device from his mouth and swiftly shoved it back into his asshole.  The things was working at a nice, comfortable buzz.  Gathering his clothing he departed, walking half-dressed passed an astonished Mrs. Mathers, and anticipating which of Donny’s cronies he’d take on next.