The boy's locker room should be the safe bet! Panicked, you rush in without checking if it's empty, and close the door behind you, ready to run straight out of the building.
"Who are you?"
That was a girl's voice. You freeze. The boy's locker room wasn't empty. In fact, it's filled with people, mostly half-naked girls in gym clothes standing around and chatting, and some very nervous, completely naked boys, backed into a corner. Some of the girls are calmly fondling the boy's butts while carrying on conversations with each other.
"Hey, boy? You're not part of our class, what are you doing here?" Asks the voice again. It's coming from a freckled, petite girl, with curvy hair flowing down to her hips. Her cock is hanging out of her pants, casually swinging back and forth as she comes up to you.
You don't answer, instead trying to sneak a hand behind your back to grasp the door handle and retreat.
Before you can do that, however, she leans up against the door, locking it in place. That's when she notices just what kind of outfit you're wearing.
"Girls! This boy wants to join our little party, and he decided to dress up for it! Look!"
She spins you around and spreads your ass cheeks, exposing your tender pucker to the people in the room. All the girls cheer, while you can only blush.
"Great, we were one boy short anyway. Bring him over to the others and let's get started."
The girls begin to shuffle you towards the group of other unlucky boys, when the sound of a key opening a lock stops them.
You are pretty sure who it is, but are too scared to turn around. As her footsteps are coming closer, you feel your ass clench up.
"Going somewhere?" It's Ms. Slipknot's voice, right next to your ear. She grabs you by the balls, squeezing down.
Ms. Slipknot turns to the locker room girls. "Sorry, this little brat is already taken. He's going onto the Fuckbench, you see." Upon hearing this, some of the boys in the corner look at you with gratefulness. At least it won't be them strapped on that dreaded slut maker.
Next, the athlete girls come in, pick you up and carry you out of the boy's locker room. The petite girl is a little saddened by your departure, but quickly puts it behind her and turns to the group of captives.
"Right. One of you boys will just have to do double anal..."
The door to the locker room closes.
The athletes drag you to the room with the dreaded bench by your legs, and although you try your damnedest to resist by holding on to the door frames, it's obviously hopeless. The girls not only outnumber you, each one is physically stronger than you as well. You lose your grip quickly, and they carry you to the waiting Ms. Slipknot, dumping you in front of her.
Unfortunately, you ended up lying down with your butt up in the air. The leotard's open hole exposes your sweet, dainty boy pucker, leaving several impatient girls drooling and stroking their dicks. They descend upon you, spreading your legs, grabbing at your ass and fingering its opening. You feel their hardening tools press against your open, easy-access behind. Fortunately their leotards are still in place, blocking them from entry.
"Now now girls, before you go too crazy over there, bring him over and attach him to the Fuckbench2000. That's what it's there for after all." Ms. Slipknot is grinning like mad at this point.
Once again you're lifted off your feet and brought ever closer to the instrument of your anal virginity's nightmares.
"Actually, wait a second. Give him to me first." Ms. Slipknot interrupts. She grabs you, lays you stomach down on her knee and, to the great amusement of the onlooking girls, begins spanking you. Quite hard.
"This is for trying to escape," slap! "as hilariously hopeless as it was," slap! "because running from your responsibilities is unacceptable!" SLAP! Every time her hand hits, your butt stings, and more tears are forming in your eyes. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I-I'm sorry! Please stop!" SLAP! "I WON'T DO IT AGAIN I PROMISE!" Slap.
"He's like a baby being punished by his mommy!" comments one of the girls, furiously stroking her precum-dribbling cock through the leotard.
After another minute of spanking, Ms. Slipknot is convinced you've learned your lesson, and lays you, dazed and exhausted, on the Fuckbench2000. "He's all yours, girls!"
A couple of the girls crowd around the user manual on the wall, reading with intent.
The Fuckbench2000 has two optimized positions available, one with the man on his stomach and one on his back. After some light arguing, the girls agree on the latter.
There are several straps attached to the bench, which Ms. Slipknot put around you, keeping your body firmly in place. One goes over your stomach, another two keep your arms by the legs of the bench. There are straps for your legs too, but they're only optional in the position they chose for you.
Also available is a ballgag, but the girls opt out of using it on you. Having heard you during Ms. Slipknot's spanking, they all want to make you cry out the same way again.
At long last, you're strapped in and your future users line up, eagerly stroking themselves through the fabric of their restricting clothes. The first girl, with wavy blonde hair, D-cups, curvy hips and a determined expression on her face, adjust her leotard to try and simply let her cock flop out, but has to actually reach in and pull it because it's too big. A full 15 inches land on your buttcheeks, spraying drops of precum. Some of it lands on your face, but with hands tied there is no way to wipe it off. She lines her monster up with your nervous hole, and plunges it straight in to the hilt.
"Oh, YES! FINALLY!" she yells as you stare in shock at the disappearing act before you. A giant monster was there half a second ago, and now it's buried itself inside you. It feels... filling. Her cock is touching places you didn't know you had. As she pulls out, a moan of pleasure escapes your lips, and the girl giggles.
Before you get a chance to catch your breath she starts fucking you with everything she's got. Her hips push with such force that you're almost falling off the bench, but fortunately the straps are doing their job of keeping you in place. Moaning only makes her thrust harder, but no matter how you try, you can't help it. Your voice and the sound of skin slapping against skin echo across the room.
She orgasms pretty quickly, spilling it inside your butt, and then takes her cock in hand to wring out the last few spurts of cum. Most go right into your open asshole, but a couple of them land across your body, coating the leotard and your face in pearly white girl juice. It's sticky, and you feel used and humiliated, but your erection won't go down.
Now that the first girl's cock is flaccid, the next one in line comes up and enters you, just as easily. She's a redhead, muscular and fit but a little shorter than the first girl, so the way her cock is angled as it penetrates you makes it rub against your prostate. After just a few rubs your cum splatters the inside of the leotard. The girl doesn't even notice, being focused on her own satisfaction. She lets all her cum spill over your body, leaving you drenched in it. The smell is intoxicating and arousing at the same time.
"Is... is there a towel?" You ask Ms. Slipknot after gulping up some wayward cum that made its way into your mouth. Why you didn't just spit it out, you're not sure.
"No. But you can have a shower after we're done. Maybe."
The third girl is tall, curvy yet imposing, with a girlcock that is shorter than the other two but makes up for it in girth. Sweat begins to trickle down your body as it shuffles around your abused hole with no mercy, leaving an even larger gaping hole at its exit, and a thick amount of seed almost leaking out of it. Almost, because the girl lifts your butt high up in the air, to help it slide its way into your belly.
The fourth girl has long, straight black hair, B-cup breasts and a girlcock that terrifies you with its length. It's definitely more than 15 inches, probably more than 16. There's a very clear bulge showing in your stomach every time the girl's balls slap against your butt, but the empty feeling when the girl pulls it out is worse.
"Please, don't take it out!" You hear yourself beg. The girl laughs, and obliges, gyrating her hips and stirring up your insides, while you moan uncontrollably. Ms. Slipknot grins.
Once a girl has finished with you and is flaccid, she does a number of excercises in another room while Ms. Slipknot is keeping tabs, to see if there has been improvement. Sadly, many girls come back with new boners after only a couple minutes, and wait in line to use you again. This goes on for at least a couple hours, and at the end of it all you're left panting, dazed, drenched in girlcum both on the inside and outside... and hopelessly erect.
When they're done for the day, the girls leave, not caring that you're still stuck to the Fuckbench2000. Ms. Slipknot comes up to you, but doesn't yet undo the straps keeping you in place.
"So, Doug..."
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