CHAPTER 29 (2/2)

Chelsea seemed the most interested, her eyes opening wide as she leaned back. "Wow, he's really wearing it,' she said excitedly.

"Of course! Little babydick would dare disobey his Mistress, would he?" Claire asked, proud of her handiwork.

"No Mistress," I answered submissively.

Claire reached down and grabbed the base of the plug, pulling on it. "Ow! Please," I begged pathetically as she pulled.

"Shhh, you don't want the teacher to hear, do you?"

I gulped. She was right. It's not like the classroom doors were soundproof.

She continued pulling, showing her girlfriends how the thick bulbous center stretched my ass as it pulled out.

"Ohhh that's funny, we should get one for Vanessa," Victoria suggested. "Really stretch her out good," she added with a snicker.

"Yea, good idea! Then Milksop can use them when Vanessa's done, hahah!"

Claire shoved the buttplug back until it was lodged inside once again. "You better get back to class," she said as the three walked off, leaving me standing there with my pants down and a dumb look on my face. Skipping class, walking around the halls in broad daylight - the girls definitely could do what they wanted. It must have been good to be friends with Victoria.

Victoria pulled the remote out of her purse. "What do you think, should we turn it on now?" She asked her friends as they waltzed down the hall.

"Definitely," Claire answered mischievously.

"Let's try turning it up a few notches this time!" Victoria turned the dial three notches. "That should give her a buzz," she said as she stuck it back into her purse, leaving it turned on.

Vanessa was squirming in her seat. She crossed her right leg over her left and tightened her muscles, squeezing her thighs together. The sensation coming from between her legs was starting to drive her crazy. She uncrossed and recrossed her legs, squirming in her seat. She could feel the looks from the boys on each side of her as they checked out her legs. Not only was the poor girl wearing a skirt several inches shorter than anyone else in the class, but now it was starting to ride up her leg from all her fidgeting. She couldn't help it! The vibration was driving her crazy! She twisted her legs tighter together, leaning forward and double-crossing her legs so that her one ankle squeezed behind the other.

She knew that leaning forward and intertwining her legs meant the boys got an even further view up her skirt, but she couldn't help herself. The itch was so hot between her legs that she wanted to satisfy it like a fire.

"I hope they can't see my white panties," she thought to herself as she tapped her pencil against the desk, unwittingly drawing even more attention to herself. Her head was swimming with emotions - knowing that the boys' eyes were roaming up and down her long, toned legs, mixed with the overwhelming sensation of the vibrator deep inside her pussy - it was driving her wild with horniness. "They must have it on full blast," she thought to herself as she bit her lip. She was wrong, of course - the vibrator could go much higher. "How did I ever agree to this?"

It just so happened that Vanessa was surrounded by male students. With her deliciously sexy outfits and flirtatious behavior that she'd put out the last few weeks, the boys had begun to flock around her. She had two boys sitting on each side of her, as well as three boys on the row directly behind her - football players and non-football players alike. She had gained a reputation for wearing way more revealing clothing than most girls, and now even the shy, nerdy boys tried to sit behind her so they could perve on her during class. Some nice eye-candy was always welcomed during boring school lectures.

Just as soon as the vibration had begun, it stopped. Just like that, Vanessa's entire world changed from an overpowering sexual sensation to silence, and the entire class continued on as if nothing had happened. Vanessa exhaled and relaxed her legs. She looked around and blushed as she realized just how much the guys had been checking her out - all 5 guys around her had their eyes directly on her legs, hoping for another glimpse of her white panties. Thankfully, none of them saw the receiver taped to her upper thigh. She closed her legs and scooted back in her seat, trying to discreetly pull her skirt down to cover another inch of her legs. She could feel all the eyes on her. At least the teacher didn't seem to notice.

The bell rang, and Vanessa stood with a mixture of relief and embarrassment. She couldn't bring herself to face the group of boys that had been ogling her all session. She grabbed her books and hurried out of the classroom, unintentionally giving them all one last look of her sexy figure as she walked out.

"Vanessa! How'd your first class go?" Victoria and her two friends were standing in the hall waiting for their little toy.

Vanessa felt a wave of relief as she hurried into the center of her friends. She felt safer standing with them - at least they knew her secret. "Oh my gosh, that was too much! I am so worked up," she said, feeling shy but excited.

"You mean horny, right?" Chelsea asked provocatively.

"You guyyyyys," Vanessa whined playfully, trying not to admit to the truth. She didn't have too. The smile on her face gave it all away.

Victoria pushed her shoulder and leaned in. "You ARE horny, you naughty slut!" She spoke just loud enough for one or two of the boys to overhear.

"Shhh!" Vanessa said with a laugh, enjoying the naughty secret she was sharing with her 'friends.' The boys were piling out of the classroom door behind her, heading to their various lockers, getting one final look of the Latina eye-candy. It was quite the contrast: Vanessa, with her long legs almost fully on display beneath her trashy, folded-short blue skirt, standing in the center of her three prim, classily dressed friends. All eyes were drawn directly to Vanessa's ass the guys walked out of the classroom.

"Well, I hope you're able to control yourself because we're just getting started. Just wait until I let Claire have the controller."

"Oh God," Vanessa answered nervously, subconsciously putting a hand over her crotch. The smile on Claire's face sent chills down Vanessa's spine. Worse still, Victoria was right: Vanessa WAS horny. She didn't know if she'd be able to take another class of this, much less a full day.

"Maybe you should get Brad to help satisfy your itch," Chelsea suggested with a naughty wink.

Vanessa pondered it for a moment until she felt a pang of guiltiness.
 "Or Milksop," she answered thoughtfully.

"Ha!" Claire let out a sharp laugh. "As if baby-dick could get anyone off!" The three cheerleaders laughed, and Vanessa felt pressured into laughing along. She did feel a bit guilty about it but remembered that what I didn't know wouldn't hurt me.

Victoria pulled the remote out of her purse, making Vanessa's eyes widen. She began taunting her with it. "This is so fun, making Vanessa's kitty purr." Vanessa clenched her books as Victoria put her finger on the vibration dial. "Don't you still have to give Brad a blowjob today?"

"Yea," Vanessa answered, feeling very vulnerable but trying not to let it show.

"It must be so hot, blowing a stud like Brad. The star football player." Victoria turned the dial up one notch.

"Yea, he's really..." Vanessa felt the vibration between her legs and squeezed her muscles together. "Hot..." She answered, taking a breath as the vibration sent waves of pleasure through her body.

"I heard he's really big," Chelsea asked in a whisper.

"Yes..." Vanessa let out a quiet moan as Victoria turned the dial up another notch. "He's... HUGE..." Her words getting breathy and whispered.

"That's so hot. I bet you can barely fit your lips around it," Claire asked suggestively. The three girls were slowly leaning in closer around the horny girl, filling her head with naughty thoughts.

"Yes... He barely fits in my mouth..." Vanessa's fingernails were digging into her textbook, squeezing it tightly against her chest as the vibrator raged on between her legs.

"Can you swallow the whole thing? I bet Brad would love that," said Victoria, thoroughly enjoying watching the girl slowly losing control. She despised Vanessa and loved watching her turn into more and more of a slut.

"N-not all the way, but almost," Vanessa answered, obviously deep in fantasy. The vibration between her legs was driving her wild.

"Oh, you should try to take the whole thing. I bet he'd like that. You want to make him happy, right?"

"Yes!" Vanessa was whimpering now and had her eyes closed, and her tongue would gently slide over her lips every few seconds.

Victoria reached up and adjusted the v-neck on Vanessa's blouse. "You always take your tits out when you blow him, right?" Vanessa didn't react or even notice as Victoria pulled on her v-neck, causing even more of her cleavage show. Victoria opened the v-neck so wide that even part of Vanessa's bra became visible.

"Yes," she answered submissively. All Vanessa could focus on was the strong vibration between her legs and the thought of Brad's big cock using her mouth like a fleshlight.

"Good. You should give him a titjob, too. He'd like that," Victoria suggested seductively.

"Mmmm yes," Vanessa moaned in an answer, her eyes closed as she was lost in fantasy. She was craving Brad so badly.

"Oh look, here comes your pathetic Milksop," Victoria said, nodding towards me walking down the hall.

Vanessa felt pleasure-inducing vibration come to a complete halt as Victoria switched off the vibrator.

"What? No!" Vanessa cried as the vibrations ceased. Her legs were still clenched together and she had to fight the urge to stick her fingers under her skirt.

"Uhh... I mean..." She turned to greet me, the feeling of disappointment washing over her. She couldn't stop craving Brad as her pussy ached for attention. She sighed as I walked up, the mud still caked on my knees and elbows from earlier.

"Hi, babe," she said half-heartedly.

"C'mon, girls, we better leave them alone," Victoria said as the three of them walked to class. Vanessa felt more regret and longing as the vibrator control disappeared into Victoria's purse, completely switched off.

"Hi, sweety, ready for class?" Her face looked rosy and warm. I caught sight of her bra sticking out of her cleavage, and my dicklette twitched. I hadn't seen any sexy cleavage in a long time, and the sight of her bra gave me quite a stir. "You look even more gorgeous than earlier," I added affectionately. Boys will say the sweetest things when they're horny.

Vanessa's face softened as she remembered how sweet I was. Sure, she still had a deep, burning desire to be thoroughly used by a huge dick which I did absolutely nothing to satisfy - but at least I always made her feel good about herself and gave her confidence. She liked that. It was the first time in her life that a boyfriend had treated her like such a princess. She knew that a guy like Brad or Scott would never give her the affectionate treatment that I was willing to give: the hour-long foot massages, the desperate, never-ending compliments of how beautiful she was, a shoulder to cry on when she was sad... Someone to hold open doors for her and treat her like a princess. Someone she could talk to about girly things like make-up and nails - something she could usually only talk to other girls about. And someone who, for the first time ever - she felt completely secure with. No matter what happened, she knew I'd never leave her and always be there to support her. It helped, of course, that she teased me and always left me horny for her. It boosted her confidence and made her feel powerful in a way.

"Thanks," she answered sweetly.

"All the dirt's washed off. Maybe I can give you a hug now?" I asked awkwardly, with a little nervous laugh.

"Sure!" She answered happily. She was still so antsy that any intimacy sounded wonderful. I leaned forward and hugged her, feeling her soft body against mine. I wished I could kiss her, but I knew that wasn't allowed.

The hug did nothing to satisfy her. The vibrator was still turned off, and she felt incredible sexual frustration. She briefly considered slipping off to the bathroom to touch herself. "We better get to class," she disappointedly.

As we walked into the classroom, her eyes lingered straight at Brad, the sunlight shining onto his chest through the window. Vanessa's eyes roamed down to his crotch, and all she could think about was falling down to her knees and ripping his pants open. "We can sit here," I offered, pointing to two open desks near the back.

"Oh... Let's sit here instead," she suggested, moving towards a desk much closer behind Brad. I followed with disappointment as my girlfriend tried to sit closer to my mean high school bully. Victoria was watching with an entertained smile.

Brad turned around and saw my voluptuous, short-skirted girlfriend taking her seat at the desk behind him. His eyes glanced down at her cleavage, checking her out once again. Vanessa smiled at the stud, and as his eyes roamed down her body, she felt the vibrator switch on between her legs. "Oh God yes," she whispered under her breath as the masculine football player eyed her up and down. She bit her lip and leaned forward for the male, enticing him to check her out more and more as she rubbed her thighs together wantingly.

I couldn't help but notice her reaction, and I sulked with jealousy. Vanessa didn't even notice. As if the buttplug wasn't enough pain, now I had to sit here being ignored by my girlfriend as she swooned over Brad.

"Good morning, class," the teacher said as he shut the door, causing Brad to turn back around. Victoria let the vibrator run for a few seconds longer, letting Vanessa bask in the pleasure of being checked out by a real man. Vanessa wanted nothing in the world more than to feel Brad's large dick stuffing her holes - any of her holes.

 CHAPTER   28   (2/2)

Claire held it out a few long seconds, grinning at me as she watched the fear come across my face. She began speaking matter-of-factly. "Now... This is just the first one. It's a trainer one, you see? It comes in a set of three. We're going to start you off wearing the smallest one, and by the end of the week we're going to work you up to the biggest." She twirled it around in her fingers, watching my face as I studied the buttplug with trepidation. Claire's grin grew wider as she watched me processing the information.

"You're going to love it. Now, what do you say when someone gets you a gift?" She finally asked.

I knew I had to say the words. "Th-thank you... Mistress Claire..."

"Mmm, good babydick. You're welcome!"

She let out a giggle and then reached into the bag once again. "There's something else!" She said excitedly before pulling out the final insult to my pain: a butter knife, and a sealed stick of butter. "Lube," she said with a sneer. The look on her face said it all: I was about to get to work 'buttering-up' the buttplug - a painful reminder of the event from that morning.

"Now, you butter-up your new toy... Make sure you spread the butter on nice and thick all around, or it's going to hurt going in dry. And while you do that, I'll put on some nice porn for you to jerk-off too." She opened her laptop and began scrolling to a special folder while I opened the butter and began using the knife to spread the butter over the buttplug. I could almost hear my mom gagging and moaning on Brad's dick as I began spreading the butter. It almost felt like I was reliving that morning all over again.

Claire spoke aloud as she scrolled through her files. "Some nice special porn for milksop. His favorite kind. Some nice... She-male porn." I knew she was trying to provoke a reaction from me. Worse still, it didn't matter if I tried to hide my reaction or not because she didn't even look up from her laptop. I continued rubbing the butter all around the buttplug, the threat of having it shoved in dry still ringing loud.

"Ready to have your ass stretched open, butter-bitch?" She said as she looked up over the edge of the laptop. I felt my dicklette shrivel. "Drop your trousers, then." She said as she stood up.

She always giggled when she saw my dicklette caged up with swollen, painful blue-balls after a week in chastity. Of course, before there would be any playtime for me, I would have to withstand her flicking my balls a few times with her fingers. It hurt like hell as she flicked her finger directly into the center of each of my poor testicles (I swear she flicked them much harder than last time), but it was a small price to pay for the chance of an orgasm. The strangest thing of all was that I was beginning to LIKE Claire. Maybe it was because I was beginning to associate her with my weekly orgasm release. Or, maybe it was because of how in a twisted way, she actually had been strengthening my love relationship with Vanessa. Or, perhaps it was just desperate horniness after being denied any sexual playtime for so long. Whatever the reason, I found myself attracted to her when she laughed with pleasure after smacking my balls. I wanted to make her happy. I tried to stand still she whacked them a third time.

Next, she had me shove the butter-covered buttplug up my behind while she watched me with her phone camera. Even though it was warm and slippery, I really had to struggle to get it in - it was quite a bit thicker in the middle than the strap-on and it hurt quite a bit. I could feel my ass stretching until it slipped it, getting itself lodged inside.

"Come here, bitch. I want to make sure it's in all the way." She had me bend over the bed as she gripped the base of the buttplug and began pulling. I felt it straining and stretching to get out as she pulled on it. She kept pulling it out until the thickest part of the bulb was about to pop out - stretching my ass open painfully. She held there with the thick middle stretching me open and began working it in and out on that part, making me clench the side of the bed and groan with pain.

"Oh perfect, your ass is starting to get nice and stretched open," she said as she continued sliding the absolute thickest part of the buttplug in and out of my opening.

"P-please, it's hurting," I begged as the tears returned to my
 face. However, unlike the emotionally upsetting tears from earlier, these tears were brought on from real, physical pain.

"Please?" Claire asked sarcastically. "Well, I was going to stop, but since you asked so nicely for me to keep going, I guess I will." She pulled it out once again, making the thickest part of the plug slide past my tight hole which was quickly loosening.

"Uhn, n-no, I mean p-please st-stop," I answered between the sniffling.

"Oh, you want me to stop?" She asked mockingly, sliding the thick part back into my hole.

"Y-yes," I answered, trying my hardest to withstand the pain. Everything in my body was telling me to pull away but I knew I had to bear it and clench the bed if I wanted to be unlocked.

"Oh, well why did you ask me to please keep going, then? You're so silly sometimes!" She shoved the buttplug in one last time, making me collapse forward onto the mattress as the plug lodged back inside my hole.

Next, she had me sit on the bed with my arms at my side. It felt sitting on the mattress with the plug up my behind, but it didn't hurt.

All it took was the sight of the keys to make my dicklette strain in its cage. "Is this what you want, Milksop?" She asked teasingly, dangling the keys in front of me once again. "You want your little dicklette unlocked?"

*Gulp* "Y-yes, Mistress Claire. I want that so badly."

"Hmm. Well, I guess you've earned it, shoving that butter covered buttplug in your ass, haha. So, here's the deal." She placed her laptop on my desk so I could see it. "I am going to unlock you, and you are going to keep your eyes on the laptop the ENTIRE time. You are not to look away from the screen for a second. You got it?"

My dicklette strained harder, begging to be released."Yes, Miss Claire," I answered quickly.

She slipped off her shoe. "Good. And since you love feet so much, I'll use my foot to get you off. All you get is the bottom of my foot - you are to keep your hands at your sides the entire time. You move them an inch and I'll send this butter-video to your little girlfriend without a second thought. Understand?" The thought of Claire sending that video to Vanessa made me cringe, but I quickly agreed. My dicklette was straining painfully now, making me wince. I didn't think I could wait another minute to have the cage off.

After I agreed to the disturbing terms - I was to sit on the bed unmoving like a stone and look at the laptop while she rubbed my dicklette with the bottom of her sock - she finally unlocked me. First one key, turning it with a quiet *click,* then after an excruciatingly long time, the other: *click.*

The cage popped off and I gasped with relief as my little dicklette breathed free for the first time in a week. Claire let out a soft giggle at the sight of my dicklette, standing at attention. "I still can't believe that's as big as it gets. It's so tiny, heheh. You know that you're never going to be able to please Vanessa with that, right?"

I could only nod quietly.

Claire sat back in my desk chair. "Have you seen how big Brad is? Can you imagine how disappointed Vanessa will be when she sees it? She's used to Brad now. Can you imagine trying to please her with that tiny carrot after she's spent a week riding on Brad's giant pole?"

Claire was starting to hit a nerve, and she could tell. My face betrayed me. My lips began trembling as I tried not to cry. I think I'd cried more today than ever in my life so far. I wasn't crying because Claire was being mean - I was crying because she was right. I had always been worried that during my first time with a girl I would be unable to please her, and Claire was making me realize how true it was. I'd seen Vanessa riding up and down on Brad's giant dick. I saw her crawling around on the ground worshipping it, just like my mom had. I was starting to realize just how my little dicklette wouldn't even compare after that.

"Little advice, Milksop. Get used to using your mouth. The only way you're going to keep a loose, dick-stretched slut like Vanessa satisfied is with your tongue. You know that Brad's dick isn't the only one that's been inside that vagina, right?"

I nodded, hoping Claire would stop, but she kept going. She knew she was getting to me, and she wanted to keep going until I was a broken down mess.

"At her previous school, she had quite the reputation. Apparently, she went through boyfriends faster than tampons. I heard they nicknamed her the high-school bicycle - all the guys got to have a ride. Her pussy's been so crammed full of dicks and stretched out, she wouldn't even feel your tiny dicklette. Trust me. Give up on trying to use your pecker. Get used to using your tongue. If you eat out her vagina every night, and get very good at it, you might keep. That's the only way you'll ever be able to satisfy her."

I don't know what is more pathetic: the fact that I sat there a blubbery mess while the realization set in that I would never be able to please my girlfriend with my worthless dicklette, or the fact - even through the crying and shame - my dicklette remained hard.

"I'm telling you this for your own good. I'm looking out for you, ya know. I don't want you to try and fuck Vanessa and ruin your relationship."

I nodded. She was right. Sure, she was cruel and mean and degrading, but she was telling the truth. I had to get sex with Vanessa out of my mind. I wouldn't ever be able to compare to Brad in bed - the well-built stud who was experienced and hung, who'd had dozens of babes in the sack already - I couldn't ever hope to please Vanessa as he did. I would have to try to use my tongue to keep her happy and maybe - just maybe - after some months went by, she'd let me feel the blissful pleasure of sex.

"Good. Well, let's get your cummies out of the way now. Remember, don't look away from the screen." She hit play on the video, and of course - a tall, dolled-up shemale appeared up on the screen, with a pair of big tits and an even bigger cock.

Claire stuck her foot up on the bed between my legs and pushed her toes against the underside of my dicklette. Her white sock rubbed against my flesh and for the first time in a week, I felt absolute, sheer bliss.

"Oh MY!" Claire said as she pulled her foot away. From one little touch and my dicklette was already twitching and pulsing. "Your little dicklette is REALLY worked up, it looks like it's about to cum already. Tsk tsk."

It took all my willpower to avoid reaching between my legs and stroking myself off, but I managed to stay still.

"Can't have you squirting your little cummies too quickly. The shemale is able to last longer than you. You're even less of a man than she is, aren't you? I know! Let's make a little game of it. Watch the video, and count out loud how many time she strokes herself. And every, hmm, let's say five strokes, you get one. So, count out her strokes - you'll have to watch her dick closely, hahah - and every time you get to five, I'll stroke you with my foot."

I quickly began counting off the strokes as the shemale jacked herself off. "One, two, three..." It was so humiliating having to fixate on the big dick on the screen. When I got to five, I was rewarded with another rush of pure bliss as Claire pushed her toes up the shaft of my tiny dicklette, up to the head. I began counting again, getting rewarded with another wonderful foot stroke after another five. Just from two little strokes, my dicklette was already leaking precum. I knew I was going to cum soon.

Claire knew it too, apparently, because she stopped. "My oh my, your little baby-dicklette still looks like it's about to cum. I think we'll have to up it, to ten. You still probably won't be able to last. That means you're like one-tenth as much man as a shemale! Hahah!"

True to her word, she gave me another stroke with the bottom of her foot once the count got to ten. I no longer cared that I was staring at a dick. I no longer cared that I had a buttplug shoved up my ass. All I wanted - I needed - was to feel another stroke on my dicklette. I counted diligently, fixating on the dick as if my life depended on it. Claire had won. She had me so well trained now. I really was her bitch, through and through.

Just when I could tell my orgasm was about to hit, she took her foot off and sat back in the office chair. "You know..." She said thoughtfully as she slowly spun around in the chair. "I was thinking about what you said earlier, about how I'm too generous for letting you have your little cummies every week."

Oh god. Why did she have to torture me right now. I was so close! The only thought that went through my head was: 'Please put your foot back, please put your foot back, please put your foot back!'

"I think you might have been right. Once a week does seem a little too good for you."

"What?" I asked impatiently, frustrated beyond belief that my orgasm was so close. The shemale continued jerking off on the screen, getting as much pleasure as she desired.

"Yea, you know. You haven't really done anything to earn a release. You've been out of school most of the week, and barely done any of our homework."

The frustration was unbearable. I have to give myself credit, however: even though I wanted so badly to jerk myself off, my arms remained glued to my sides.

"Claire... Please," I begged softly.

She spun back around to face me, glancing down at my dicklette. "Yea. I don't want you thinking you're allowed to cum every week, no matter what."

"N-n-no, please," I began begging louder. "I-I won't think that!"

She put her fist under her chin and rolled her eyes up to the ceiling thoughtfully. "Hmm... No, I think we better play it safe and have you wait another week. Don't you agree?"

"B-but, Claire... Oh my God... Please..."

She uncrossed her legs and stomped her foot on the ground violently. "I SAID: DON'T YOU AGREE?"

Her loud, angry voice scared
 me back into submission. "Y-yes, I agree," I answered cowardly.

A smile crawled across her face. The sound of the shemale's loud moans filled the air as her big cock gushed out cum, while I sat there helplessly.

"Good." She pulled out the little dick-cage, and my heart dropped. My thoughts were racing. 'Is she really this cruel? I don't think I can survive another week. Surely she isn't really going to lock me up. She must be testing me.'

I stood still, my heart racing as she moved closer towards my dicklette with the cage. "Now, of course, the cage isn't going to go on with your little dicklette all erect like that. You know what that means?"

I nodded, but couldn't find any words to speak as she held up her fingers in a 'flicking' position.

A cruel smile crossed her face as she moved her finger under my swollen, throbbing testicle and gave it a good, hard flick. I closed my eyes and yelped as my emotions overtook me. WHY was this happening? Why... *Flick!* More pain. More giggling. My dicklette shriveled smaller.

I felt the all-too-familiar touch of the plastic cage covering my dicklette. I couldn't move a muscle. I heard the key click locking it shut.

"There! See, it's just one more week. That's not so bad, is it?" She asked with a huge, sneering grin.

"N-no, Miss Claire."

"Good. Hehe. This was fun! I'll see ya at school tomorrow." She stood up to walk out. I was still doubting if I was really being left locked up or not. I kept expecting her to say she was kidding and let me out, but she didn't.

"Oh and by the way, milksop." She stopped at the door. "You'll be wearing that buttplug to school tomorrow. We'll be checking to make sure. You need to wear one every day, so we can train your ass up to the biggest one, remember? I left the butter on the desk for you." I couldn't even muster a response.

"And if we check and see that you aren't wearing it at school tomorrow... No cummies for another week. Don't test me on this. Okay, bye!" She put her hand over her lips and blew me two loud kisses: "Mwah! Mwah!" before disappearing out the door.

I broke down. It was more than I could handle: the thought of being unable to please Vanessa, being Brad's 'buttering-boy' while he fucked my beautiful mom, the fact that I had to wear this dickcage for another week with my swollen, painful balls... I lost control and began sobbing, burying my face into the pillow. The buttplug ached as I moved, and I realized that was just one more thing I had to deal with: pulling it out before sleep.

Claire had successfully transformed me into the biggest loser on earth.

CHAPTER 27

Chapter 27: Buttering up Brad

The next morning...

I went downstairs to find my mom in the kitchen. She was wearing her sexy purple sheer gown - the one with puffy, fluff-ball trim around the hem and breasts. It was a little unusual that she was wearing a pair of purple high-heels with her nightgown, but I didn't think too hard on it. She did enjoy looking stylish, after all. "Good morning, sweetie," she said softly as I walked in. She had a warm smile on her face and despite the disgraceful encounter last night, she still seemed to be in quite a cheery mood. I was just happy not to see Brad still hanging around. He must have gone home after working my mother over really good last night.

"Have a seat," she instructed. I smelled the delicious smell of bacon and scrambled eggs and my heart warmed at the thought of her making breakfast for me - just like old times before Brad showed up. I quickly grabbed a seat at the table.

"Listen, we need to chat," she said as she stepped closer and leaned onto the table beside me, resting one leg on the edge. Even though she was still a mess from last night and hadn't done her hair, she still looked amazing in the purple gown with her juicy ass resting on the table.

"About last night..."

I cringed. "No no, it's okay," I responded quickly, wanting to brush the whole thing off as much as possible. I honestly wanted to forget all about the degrading view of my mom holding the dishtowel over her crotch, her ass stretched by Brad's rough dicking. "You don't need to explain," I continued with shame.

My mom giggled as she realized what I was thinking. "Hehe, no, not that. I know that was a bit embarrassing, but that's not what I wanted to talk to you about."

I wasn't sure if I should feel relieved or not.

She began explaining, idly twisting a strand of her blonde hair in her fingers. "Thing is, Brad and I were talking last night, and he said you've been a bit disrespectful to him at school."

My jaw dropped with disbelief. Me? Being disrespectful to HIM? He's the one that bullied me and called me a loser every day! "What! But-" before I could say another word, my mom cut me off. "Ah-ah! No back talking. He's right, because I noticed it last night, too. You gave him a lot of sass whenever he told you to do something."

I put my head down. I was already defeated. I hadn't said two words, and I knew I'd already lost. Anything I tried to say to defend myself was just going to blow up in my face. My mom continued talking. "He said you two haven't been getting along so well at school lately, and I think I know why. It's because you're jealous he's been getting head from Vanessa."

My jaw was dropped. Of course, we hadn't been getting along: I NEVER got along with Brad, he had made my life hell from the moment I met him at school. But now, he was playing it up like it was MY fault! Worst of all my mom was buying into Brad's lie.

"It's not fair to Brad for you to be mean to him," my mom continued. "Afterall, it was YOUR idea to make that deal with him and Vanessa."

"But, mom! He's the one that's always mean to me!" But before I could half-way through the sentence, she held up a finger to stop me from talking. "NO backtalking. Everyone else gets along with Brad just perfectly. If you two aren't getting along, it must be your fault."

I sighed and looked away. I couldn't decide which was more humiliating: the fact that Vanessa was giving Brad a daily blowjob, or the fact that my mom knew about my pathetic arrangement. My eyes began roaming up and down my mom's long, tan leg resting aside the table, with her high heel on her foot. Damn, she looked good. I couldn't imagine how nice it must be for Brad to spread those long legs when he mounted her last night.

"I-I'm sorry," I answered pathetically as I looked down at your feet.

My mom's voice sounded a bit more pleased with my apology. "Good, but it's not me that you need to apologize too. You need to make Brad happy, not me," she answered. "So, here's what we're going to do," she continued, "I made a nice breakfast meal. You're going to grab the tray and bring it into my room to serve it to Brad. He's still in bed."

My heart sank with disappointment. Brad was still here! I looked over at the meal sadly as I realized it wasn't for me after all.

"And when you bring it to him, you're going to be very polite and tell him that you're going to start being MUCH more respectful to him at school."

"Yes, ma'am," I answered quietly.

"Good. Now, don't keep him waiting," she said as she slid her ass off the table. I reluctantly grabbed the tray and brought it into her bedroom.

Brad was laying on his back under the big blanket with his back against the pillow. It was obvious he was naked below the covers. "Hey, pussy-wimp. Got something for me?" He asked as he put his hands behind his head.

"Y-yes, sir..." I answered as I stumbled into the room carrying his tray of sizzling bacon, scrambled eggs, golden toast, and a glass of orange juice. I heard my mom clear her throat behind me and I knew I had to start playing ball. "I brought it in to try and make-up for how disrespectful I was last night."

The smirk on Brad's face was huge as he stretched out, enjoying my groveling.

"And?" My mom asked impatiently.

"And... From now on,m I'm going to start being more polite and respectful towards you at school." Brad rolled his tongue under his lip, enjoying how I was having to stand there groveling to him in front of my mom. She was standing behind me with her arms crossed, listening intently to make sure I was being sincere. She'd prided herself on what a gentleman she'd raised, and she was enjoying listening to me be the 'bigger man' and apologizing to Brad.

I grit my teeth. Brad was always such a disrespectful jerk towards me at school, and now I was having to suck-up to him. "So from now, I'll start being a lot more respectful when you and Vanessa are hanging out, and when you make jokes about me..."

Brad little out a little chuckle as I put the tray on the bed beside him. "Well... I'm glad you're starting to realize just how unacceptable your behavior's been. You definitely need to learn your place, but we can still work on that. Now, as for your mom..." He turned his glance over to my mom, standing there in her gown and high heels, and she blushed with a shy smile. The view of the jacked stud shirtless in her bed was making her tingly. "I think she needs to get in her place, too: under the covers."

"Ohhh, yeah?" She asked excitedly, "do you have some 'morning wood' that momma needs to take care of?"

"Uh-huh, I sure do. What do you think, Milksop? Isn't your mom such a MILF?

I grumbled as my mom put her hands on her hips and swung them to the side, posing her sexy body for the young bully.

"Uhhh... Yea..." I answered in a whisper as I stood there awkwardly.

"She's got a body like a pornstar," he said in a half-mocking tone.

"Aww, that's so nice! isn't Brad so sweet?" My mom asked as she slid her hands under her giant tits and began pushing them forward towards Brad, a big smile on her face. When I didn't answer, my mom asked again, somewhat more sternly. She'd given her body completely to the young stud, and he'd used her body all night long. She was completely under his spell. "Well, hon?"

"Oh! Uhh, I mean, yes, Brad is so nice."

 and he took the opportunity to further my humiliation. "You're not still giving me attitude, are you, bitch?"

"N-noo!" I answered desperately, snapping to attention.

"When I compliment your mom, you're supposed to thank me. Let's try it again." Brad cleared his throat and spoke: "Your mom looks like a pornstar," he said cruelly.

"Th-thank you, Sir," I answered humiliated. My mom continued smiling, beaming from all the attention and continuing to sway her body as Brad looked her up and down. She noticed a bulge growing under the blanket which made her tingle even more.

"Now..." He put his hands back behind his head and looked over at my gorgeous mom. "I think it's time we put that mouth where it belongs..." And he nodded down towards his crotch. My mom bit her lower lip and purred as she got down on her knees at the foot of the bed and lifted up the blanket.

I felt crushed as my beautiful mom's face disappeared under the covers as she crawled between Brad's legs. I turned to leave, thinking my job was done when Brad stopped me. "Where do you think you're going, loser?" I had hoped the insults would stop after my groveling and promising to be more polite, but it was clear I was wrong.

"Uhhh... Out... While, you know..." I didn't want to stay in the room while my mom obviously gave my bully head under the covers, but Brad wasn't about to let me slip away.

"What did you just get finished saying... That you were gonna start being more obedient, right?"

"Ummm... Yea?" I answered while I listened to my mom moan as her fingers found the boy's thick cock and began squeezing it.

"So..." Brad answered, getting more comfortable as my mom began stroking her fingers up and down the boy's hard dick. "I think you need to stick around. What if I need a refill of orange juice?"

"B-but... My mom..." I whispered, about to break into tears as I heard the sound of sucking coming from my mom's mouth.

"So what, bitch? Mmm..." He groaned, enjoying the feel of my mom's lips closed around his cock and her tongue massaging against it. "Your mom gives great head." After a moment of silence, he looked at me with anger in his eyes. "Did you hear me? That was a compliment. I said your mom is a MILF who gives great head."

I was fighting back tears hard as I choked out the words. "Th... Thank you... Sir..."

He chuckled as I began sniffling. "Yea, that's right. You need some more work on your manners. You need to stay here and do some more sucking up to me." He chuckled again. "You have to suck up to me while your mom sucks me off!
 Haha!"

He slipped his hands under the blankets and pulled my mom's hair back, then began working her head up and down. The noise of her sucking became louder as he pushed her face up and down on his dick.

"Is that toast buttered?" He asked, turning his attention towards the breakfast tray beside him.

"Uhh... There's butter beside it," I answered in a complete mess, my focus shifting between my mom sucking off the boy and the slice of toast.

"So... Show me how sorry you are and start buttering my bread," he answered with half a laugh. I didn't dare give any hint of resistance. I knew it was very important to be completely compliant to him while he had my mom so far on his side. Without any questioning, I picked up the butter knife and the plate, scooped up some butter and began spreading it across the toast.

I was really struggling to choke back tears now as I heard my beautiful mom purring with pleasure as she sucked on my bullies thick penis, swirling her tongue around the large cockhead and sucking like she was starving for his cum. It was making a wet, sloppy sound as I continued buttering his toast, staring at my mom's head as the blanket bobbed up and down over his cock.

Brad moved his hand down beside her bobbing head and gave a 'thumbs up' next to the blanket, shooting his tongue out mockingly at me while my mom continued sucking diligently.

"Yea, butter up my toast nice and thick, I'm going to be hungry after this."

"Y-y-yes, Mr. Brad." The tears were starting to come out now, creeping down the side of my face while my mom continued sucking her hardest on the boy's thick shaft.

"Haha, this is great! I might make you the full-time buttering boy! We've already found the proper use for your mom," he said, nodding down towards his crotch. "Buttering-boy sounds like a perfect job for a sissy like you!"

The tears were coming down even harder now, streaming down my cheeks and making me sniffle while my mom began moaning wantingly, louder and louder.

"Fuck, you're mom's slutty mouth is gonna make me cum! I'm about to blow my load down her throat! The bully put his hands over the blanket and began shoving her head down onto his dick. She began making a loud, unmistakable sound of gagging as she allowed the boy to deepthroat her as roughly as he wanted.

"Oh fuck, yes," Brad began moaning as my mom deepthroated him. "Yes, I'm about to cum in your mom's slutty mouth! Oh god, yes, right there!" He leaned his back into the pillow as he grunted and orgasmed into my mom's throat.

"Mmmm!" I heard her moan as she tasted his cum filling her mouth, the reward that she'd been working so hard for. "Gulp, gulp." I heard her exaggerated swallowing noise as she gulped down the cum, squirt after squirt. "Mmmmhmmm!" She continued moaning deliciously as she finished swallowing the last few drops of his cum.

Brad laid there breathing heavily for a few moments as he recovered from what I can only imagine as the most incredible orgasm of my life.

"You filled my mouth so full," my mom said as she popped her head out from the covers beside the young bully. "Oh, hon, you're still here!" My mom said with surprise as she saw me standing there, idly rubbing butter over Brad's toast with the knife. She either didn't notice or pretended not to notice the tears streamed down my cheeks.

"You should step out and let Brad have some peace." She began roaming a finger across his chest. She knew better than to kiss her lover after giving him a blowjob, but she did drape her sexy leg over his under the covers. "A big boy like this deserves to take his time eating breakfast in peace. Especially after giving me such a delicious breakfast, first! Mmm."

"Yea, all done with you, butter-boy," Brad said snarkily.

"Butter-boy?" My mom asked as I put down the plate and began walking out quietly.

"Yea, it's a new nickname I gave him since he butters my toast."

"Aww, that's cute!" My mom answered as she continued running her finger over Brad's chest, doting over him as he began eating his breakfast. "So glad to see you two are getting along again." She rested her head against the boy and turned on the bedroom TV for him to watch while he ate. "I sure wish I didn't have to go back to work tomorrow," she said with a sigh. She wanted to forget all about the awful situation with Richard, the producer, and the camera-men. She was worried about what awaited her return to work and she began wishing she could stay here by Brad's side forever. She felt right where she belonged - in bed, pleasuring Brad and being used as his sex doll day and night.

"You know what was fun?" I heard Brad say from behind the closed bedroom door. "When you and Vanessa both gave me a blowjob at the same time. We should do that again!"

I was crushed.

CHAPTER  26  1/2

Chapter 26: Brad uses his sex toy: my mom

TWO whole hours passed. The entire time I spent doing his homework, I was interrupted by the sounds from the bedroom below me, as Brad went to town on my mom. He fucked her thoroughly for the entire two hours, working over her new, plastic-enhanced body in every position, though the majority of it was in doggy-style, with her body bent over and her face buried in the pillows. He would rotate between fucking her ass, and bringing his fat cock over to her mouth to suck, then back into her ass.

My mom was struggling with the guilt she felt over sleeping with her supervisor. Sure, it had technically happened against her will, but she knew that she HAD enjoyed it, as much as she tried not too. Her pussy had become wet and she secretly, deep-down had loved feeling her supervisors big cock entering her pussy. The guilt fueled her desire to please the young bully, and she tried desperately to make it up to him by fulfilling his every desire, even if that did mean dropping to her knees and sucking the juice off his fat cock after he withdrew it from her stretched, gaping anus.

In fact, about the only part of her body that didn't see any action during those two hours, was her pussy. Anytime she hinted that her pussy wanted to be stuffed, too, Brad quickly shut her down, saying that her new fake ass was "way too much fun." Of course, with my mom's internal guilt for letting another man use her body, she quickly complied, bending over on the bed and letting the young bully use her ass again and again as she clenched the sheets and tried not to focus on the pain. Brad had ripped her fishnet stockings down to her thighs, and the entire rest of her body was naked - except for her chocker collar, and her high-heels, which Brad had instructed her to leave-on.

Brad pulled his fat cock out of my mom's sore asshole. "Now, reach back and spread your cheeks. I wanna see my handiwork," Brad instructed. My bimboed up mom complied, reaching behind her and grabbing her fat, round ass cheeks and spreading them apart, letting Brad get a look at her fuckhole. Brad smiled down at her menacingly and slipped his cock into my mom's waiting backdoor hole.

He slipped it in and out a few times, before speeding up his thrusting.

"That's a good slut, this ass feels so great when you're bent over like that. I think we found a new permanent use for you," he said as he grabbed her hips tightly and thrust his dick into her again and again, making the MILF moan.

"Th, th, thank you, babe! A-a-anything you want!" She answered between the painful thrusts, feeling good that she was making up for having sex with Richard.

Brad quickly picked up on the woman's willingness to please him, and he kept pushing it further and further to see what he could get away with. He stopped referring to her as Becky - he didn't even call her BB - instead, he started only calling her names like dirty slut, fuck-toy, or anal whore. My mom ate it all up, worshipping his cock with her lips, bending her legs up to her shoulders so he could fuck her ass even deeper, or squeezing her fake tits together so the boy could enjoy a nice, rough tit-job from her sized-up, extra-round breasts.

"Now... Why don't you bend over on your hands and knees? I want to see those giant knockers swinging while we have sex," Brad suggested with a naughty smile. He was pulling on her heartstrings everytime he bossed her around and she loved pleasing the young, demanding stud. She quickly assumed the position and began rocking her body back and forward, making her heavy tits swing beneath her. "Like this?"

Brad moved behind her and positioned his dick against her sore, loosening asshole. "Yea, let's see if we can't make them swing even more," he said as he shoved his dick back inside her butt. "Uhn," the young MILF moaned as she felt the fat cock returning inside her. It felt bigger than she was prepared for, every single time. My mom's body began rocking along with his thrusts, causing her large, fake breasts to swing back and forward. Brad began laughing at how ridiculous they looked, so fake and oversized as they swung too and fro. "That's great! Like big, fat, cow udders," he said mockingly. All my mom could focus on was the fat, unrelenting cock that was pounding her sensitive anal hole. He began slapping her asscheeks as he fucked her, making the poor girl whimper and moan as the dick slid in and out of her ass and her tits swung and swung with each thrust.

He came twice in those two hours. The first time, he emptied his load deep inside her ass, at a time when my mom was bent up against the headboard of the bed, causing it to make an extra-loud banging noise against the wall with every thrust. I heard that one loud and clear.

After he finished, he collapsed back comfortably on the bed. "How was that, honey?" She asked caringly, hoping she pleased the much younger stud.

"Mmm nice, your new fat-ass is way more fun than before," he said without looking at her as he grabbed a remote to the TV in my mom's bedroom.

"Ohh that makes me so happy to hear! Do you want anything else?" She asked sweetly as the boy took her spot in the middle of the bed and turned on the TV against the wall.

"Hmm. I guess you could suck on my nuts," he answered unthoughtfully.

"Sure babe," she answered willingly, feeling more eager than ever to please her young lover and keep him happy.

She lowered herself between his legs and planted her mouth beneath his dick, taking his nuts into her lips as he switched to MTV and began watching a show.

"Mmm, yea, that's nice. You're a great slut," he said happily as he sat back comfortably against the pillows that I'd just washed, watching the TV while my mom sucked dutifully on his nutsack. He spoke to my sweet, loving mom like she was an absolute whore, and she responded by gently rubbing and massaging his big balls with her tongue. After having his nuts sucked on for ten straight minutes, the young bully got a naughty idea. He loved degrading my mom more and more, and the thought of his naughty idea made him smile with delight.

"Hey, BB."

My mom smiled hearing the boy finally use her proper nickname, instead of referring to her as a slut. "Mmhmm?" She mumbled as she looked up to him from her position against his nuts.

"You should move your mouth a little lower."

She obediently moved her mouth lower down his ballsack. "Likgh Ghish?" She asked, her lips still pressed against the big nustack, his wet, flaccid dick resting over her eye.

"Mmm, no. A bit lower." A naughty smile crept across my bully's face as he spread his legs and made my mom get even lower.

"Like... This?" She was now beneath his ballsack, her lips still against his body.

"Lower..." The boy responded, lifting his body to give my mom access.

It was clear what the young stud meant. There was nowhere 'lower' to go, except for...

My mom didn't even hesitate. As soon as Brad's anus was in view, my mom pushed her lips right against it.

"Oh yea, now get that tongue in," he said with an immature ring in his voice.

My sweet, lovely mom responded by opening her lips and shoving her tongue forward, mashing it into Brad's asshole and licking. Brad had a huge, triumphant smirk on his face. He'd told me again and again how much he was going to fuck my mom, and now he degraded her all the way into licking his ass clean.

"Mmm that feels great! Get your tongue even deeper in there. Yea, just like that! There you go, nice and deep. I think we found a new use for your mouth!" He continued watching with a big, naughty smile as my mom licked and munched on his dirty hole, trying desperately to keep him pleased. He'd caught her at a very weak and vulnerable night, and he took full advantage of it.

"Ohhh. You keep licking my ass like that, and I think I'm going to get hard and fuck your ass again."

"Mmm!" My mom moaned in response as she shoved her tongue back between the boy's cheeks.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Mm-hmm!" She moaned enthusiastically.

CH. 25    2/2


While I was doing Brad's homework (again!), he was downstairs with my gorgeous, dolled-up mom. "So are you ready to open your present?" She asked sweetly as she stood in front of her bed, her hands behind her back, rocking her chest side-to-side flirtatiously. It was obvious she was horny and eager to feel the young stud's hands on her body.

Brad stepped close, his eyes glued to my mom's new enhanced chest, and he grabbed the ends of the ribbons and pulled. The bow came smoothly undone and fell free off her chest, leaving her two giant knockers completely free for Brad. My mom stood still, hands behind her back, her eyes focused on Brad's, gauging his reaction as he saw her new tits. A smile crossed the boy's face as he lifted his hands to grab the pair of full, round tits that greeted him.

My mom's face lit up as she saw his pleased reaction, and she continued standing perfectly still to let Brad take his time examining her new tits. She loved seeing him smile and desperately hoped they pleased him. Brad closed his palms around the large globes of my mom's tits and began squeezing and lifting them. My mom could see the pleased look in his eyes, and it made her feel all warm. "You like them, honey?" She asked hopefully.

"Mmm they're a huge improvement, you are starting to look more like a real model, now."

The words made my mom's whole body tingle.

"And they feel much nicer now, so much better than before." The boy continued squeezing my mom's full tits, and she desperately wanted to jump up and kiss him as he continued groping her tits and telling her what an improvement they were. Though she felt a little ashamed that her previous, natural tits didn't feel as good as the new, fake, plastic ones. However, she also felt relieved and thankful that she'd gotten the enhancement. Finally, her body was starting to become good enough for a guy like Brad!

"Mmm, I'm so glad you like them," she said in a warm voice. "I got them just for you, babe."

"Mmm, oh yea?" He closed his fingers around her large tits, giving them another squeeze. "All for me?"

"Oh yes!" She answered quickly, continuing to push her chest forward into the boy's hands.

"So these tits are all mine," he answers triumphantly, pinching and twisting her puffy nipple.

"Yes babe, these tits belong to you!" She stood perfectly still with her hands behind her back and didn't budge as Brad twisted and pulled on her nipple, making her wince. She wanted so badly to prove herself to him, while he did nothing but degrade her.

"What about that fat ass, too?" He asked naughtily.

"Mmm, yes, of course, babe! My ass belongs to you." Brad spun her around so he could get a closer look at her new ass, and she dropped forward onto the mattress, bending over and sticking her ass up towards the boy. She began wiggling it side to side as he watched.

Brad had a wide, hungry smile on his face as my mom bent over and wiggled her fishnet covered behind at the boy's face. "It's all yours, babe!"

The young man had already felt her new ass up plenty, and now he wanted to do something more. He reached forward and pulled the zipper down the back of her latex shorts, causing them to peel open like a flower. The fishnet pantyhose beneath the shorts had a big gap sown into them around her crotch, but it didn't quite reach up to her anus. It was obvious she'd intended him to be using her pussy this evening, though as usual, she'd given herself an enema, 'just in case'.

Brad reached his fingers up to my mom's mouth who instantly closed her lips around them and sucked. Brad pulled his wet finger out of my mom's mouth then shoved it into the crotch hole and inside my mom's wet pussy.

"Mmm," she moaned as she felt the finger work inside her cunt. She hadn't had sex since her supervisor had raped her in his office, and her body had been worked up and aching to feel a man in her pussy the whole week. Feeling Brad's finger work it's way into her horny, wet pussy sent warm shivers down her entire body, and she began begging for more.

"Oh, you want to feel my cock?" Brad asked tauntingly as he withdrew her finger.

"Ohhh GOD yes Brad! I've been aching for your big dick all week!"

"You want THIS dick?" He asked teasingly as he unzipped his pants, pulling out his fully erect, stiff man-meat. My mom's eyes widened as she saw it - just as massive and hard as she'd been fantasizing about - and a hungry, desperate look filled her face. "Oh yes, babe, I need that thing inside me, I've been waiting too long!"

"Hmm..." Brad stepped closer, a taunting look on his face. His cock was so close to her pussy she could almost feel it, and she began bending further back to push her ass towards it. "Just one problem. Your crotchless panty-hole doesn't reach all the way to your ass."

"Ohhh, but my pussy is open," my mom answered hungrily, grabbing her latex shorts and pulling them further down towards her knees.

"Oh, you want it in your slutty little cunt, huh?"

My mom was squirming and moaning as Brad held his hand on her ass, rubbing his cock with his other, driving her wild. She reached her fingers between her legs and felt her drenched, burning-hot vagina. It was juicy and starving to be fucked. "Yes, yes, yes, I want it in my pussy so bad!"

"Well..." Brad answered slowly, still rubbing his long, erect shaft up and down. "You know..." He reached forward and grabbed a tiny fishnet hole over my mom's ass and ripped the pantyhose open, "you got this brand new, juicy ass, and it is all for me..."

My mom's entire body was trembling with horniness as she felt Brad tear the pantyhose open around her ass, and she knew what was coming next as the boy stepped closer. "Yes?" She asked hungrily, impatiently. The way he was taunting her about fucking her ass just made her pussy even wetter.

"So I really think..." He was standing directly behind her now, his large cock an inch above her ass.

"Yea?" She asked impatiently, fully aware of what was coming but getting turned on more and more from hearing it.

"Instead of fucking your pussy, I'm going to try out your new ass, instead."

"Ohhhh!" My mom moaned as the words finally came out. She hadn't even been penetrated and somehow, she felt like she was about to orgasm already.

"Yea," he said as he pushed the tip of his cock between her fat, round asscheeks. His cockhead slid between his asscheeks smoothly, as if they were inviting him in, directly towards her tight, closed asshole. "I'm going to ride your ass roughly and really break it in."

My mom's fingers were violently shoving into her wet pussy as she felt the thick, intrusive cockhead penetrate it's way into her tight hole, forcing it open. The blonde bimbo howled as she felt the young stud forcing his cock up her ass, and on the very single first thrust, she felt her orgasm. She had been so worked up and teased that her body exploded with pleasure from the very first feel of the man's cock, and she rubbed her clit violently with her fingers as her ass squeezed Brad's thick shaft.

"Oh my god, oh my god, you just made me cum," she panted
 loudly as Brad rested his fat cock buried in her asshole.

"You came already, slut?" He asked degradingly.

"Y-y-yes, sir," my mom answered breathlessly.

"Well, I hope you aren't expecting a break to recover because I am just getting started." He began withdrawing his dick, then pushing it back in, without giving my mom a chance to catch her breath. The poor blonde MILF began moaning as her knees weakened, and her body fell against the mattress, giving Brad an even firmer position to fuck her. He began thrusting faster and faster, my mom's body pinned between his and the mattress, and she began moaning painfully as her tight ass was stretched and violated by the boy's thick shaft.

"Oh yea, your new ass feels great, I think I'll be coming over to fuck you up the ass a lot," he said cruelly as he reached forward and grabbed a handful of my mom's thick, blonde hair, pulling it.

All she could do was moan and say yes as the boy continued fucking her ass as deep as he liked. "This ass does belong to me after all, right?"

"Uhn, uhn, uhn! Y, ye, yes!" Her body was rocking and shaking from every thrust, and she had no control of her body as the bully continued pulling her hair and ramming her behind. Her tight hole was now stretched out and accommodating the large dick nicely, letting him work each thrust with ease.

"I can come over and fuck you up the ass whenever I want, right?"

"Y-yes, yes babe!" She was already beginning to feel her second orgasm building, something she'd never experienced before during sex - multiple orgasms, from pure anal sex.

"Clunk, clunk, clunk." I tried to ignore it, but even when I plugged my ears, I could hear the baseboard of the bed smacking loudly against the wall. I was still in my room the floor above my mom's, trying to finish Brad's homework, but that noise was so distracting. "Clunk, clunk, clunk." I knew that cruel bully must be riding my mom's body so hard. Worse still, it made my little pecker get hard and strain painfully against my dick-cage. Brad knew I would be hearing it, which made him do it even harder.

I swallowed and tried to put the noise out of my head. I KNEW I had to finish the bully's homework before he was done, or I'd risk losing Vanessa. I heard my mom's voice, muffled through the floorboards, moaning with pleasure and calling out the boy's name. I cursed him and solved another math problem. "Clunk, clunk, clunk."

CHAPTER  24


Chapter 24: Makeup and nails

After that sweet, passionate kiss with Vanessa, I just HAD to get out of my cock-cage before she came over the next day. That evening, after my mom was in bed, I snuck to the living room and got on my phone to text Claire.

I knew I'd have to be as humble and respectful as I could.

"Mistress Claire, may I please be released from my chastity cage tomorrow? Vanessa is coming over tomorrow and I would really like to be released for our date."

A long, silent moment went by. The phone buzzed.

"OMG, I totally forgot you were still locked up! You haven't been able to jerk off this whole time, I bet your balls are all swollen and blue, OMG that is so funny!"

"Yes miss Claire. May I please be unlocked before she comes over tomorrow? I'm begging."

Claire texted back, "Send me a pic so I can see just how swollen and blue your balls are."

I dropped my pants right there in the living room and took a picture, sending it to Claire quickly.

"Haha, those look nice and swollen. I think you need someone to come and flick them down a bit, don't you think? You want me to come by and flick them?"

Ugh. I just wanted to be released, and she was making me jump through all these hoops. I texted her back. "Yes please, Miss Claire."

A long moment passed before she sent her response, which made my heart drop. "Well, I'm out of town with my dad and I have the keys to your cage, so you're out of luck. I'll come by Sunday and flick them for you if you want but no sooner."

A moment passed then another text from Claire. "Have fun on your date, bitch."

I was so angry but knew I had to play it cool if I wanted any release at all that weekend. "Thank you, Mistress Claire." I texted back reluctantly. I was just a playtoy to her.

The next day, Vanessa would be coming over after school. I had to make sure all my chores were finished - this meant making my mom's bed, making her breakfast, and then messaging her feet as she ate breakfast and watched TV. At one point I turned around to watch TV, but there was a girl in a bikini and my mom made me look away, saying it was too sexy for me. She really wanted to cleanse me of my 'perverted behavior,' so I couldn't look at any sexy girls at all.

I had to mow our lawn while she laid out sunbathing and even had to stop to get her a drink. She was really going above and beyond to make sure I didn't enjoy my suspension from school.

It was bittersweet when Vanessa finally came over. I was thrilled to see her, but annoyed that my dicklette was still locked up, so I knew I had no chance whatsoever of anything sexy happening with her, even if we both wanted it. She did greet me with a nice big kiss, so I knew that she must have given Brad his daily blowjob already. It must have been recent, too, because I tasted the all-too-familiar salty taste on her lips as we kissed. I tried not to think about it.

"Hi, BB!" Vanessa beamed as my mom walked into the living room. "Your mom told me she was going to help teach me some tricks to do my make-up, since she's such a pro. Isn't that great?"

"Oh, uhh, yea," I answered.

"Yea, I just need to get my kit ready. Why don't you two take care of the homework you were going to go over, and I'll get it ready?" My mom suggested.

"Okay, I brought all the notes from the class that milksop's missed. I'll bring it up to your room," Vanessa offered sweetly. I couldn't help but cringe as she called me milksop even with just me and my mom in the room, but I brushed it off.

"Perfect."

Vanessa eyed my computer as she walked into my room. The screen was off. She was dying with curiosity to see what was on the screen that Claire had warned her about. I was hoping she wouldn't.

"So..." She set her book bag on my bed and sat beside it. "You said you were going to tell me about why you haven't been at school."

I looked down at the floor. I knew it was coming, but I didn't know how to answer. "Yea, uhh, I got suspended. But it was just for a few days, I'll be back at school on Monday."

It wasn't enough, and I knew it.

"Is it true? Did you get caught... You know..."

I looked up at her face and she said the words, "jerk-off in Mrs. Hunter's yoga bag?"

"No!" I answered defensively.

"Then... What happened? Everyone at school says it..."

"No, I... I didn't! I..." I couldn't find any words and started stammer and stuttering. I knew I wasn't allowed to say Brad did it, but I couldn't think of anything else.

"Okay," Vanessa finally cut me off, "I believe you."

"You do?" I answered, somewhat shocked. I hadn't even given her a good excuse.

"Yes. You said you didn't do it, so I believe you."

I felt a huge wave of relief. My girlfriend was so sweet, how did I get so lucky!

"So," she said, changing the subject, "let's get started on the classwork you've missed." She started pulling notebooks out of her bag. We spent a few minutes going over the homework - it was nice, just the two of us, having some close bonding time together. I felt really quite lucky.

After a few minutes, I excused myself to use the bathroom and spent a minute washing myself up and making sure my hair looked good before stepping back out, when my face went pale - Vanessa was sitting at my desk, looking at my computer.

"What's this?" She asked, referring to the picture of Claire's feet on my desktop, surrounded with pink and red hearts.

"It's uhh uhh uhh" I stammered with embarrassment, but Vanessa just broke into a laugh.

"I get it! It makes SO much sense now," she said as she looked at the humiliating background.

"Y-you do?" I asked, confused.

"Yes, now I get it, why you love giving me foot massages. You have a foot fetish!"

"Wait.. Wha... No," I tried to correct her - I didn't have a foot fetish afterall - but she just kept going.

"So of course you wouldn't have made a mess in Mrs. Hunter's yoga pants, that's not your fetish at all! Now I get why you always love giving me foot massages." She started giggling a bit more as I stared, stunned.

I didn't know what to do. I wanted to tell her I didn't have a foot massage, but then how was I supposed to explain the picture on my desktop? Besides, she did finally seem satisfied that I absolutely wouldn't have cum in Mrs. Hunter's pants.

"It's okay," she said with a warm smile. "I've never dated a guy with a foot fetish before. All of my previous boyfriends have been into my tits or my ass, but you're into my feet."

"N-no, I like the rest of your body! I, I-" She cut me off before I could finish. "It's okay, babe! I think it's kind of endearing! Besides, maybe if you do a good job on your homework, I'll let you massage my feet as a reward." She spun around in my desk chair and wiggled her foot at me, teasingly. But when I didn't react, she got a little self-conscious.

"What's the matter?" Her voice became sad, "I don't have pretty feet?"

"What? Y-yes you do!" I felt like a complete ass as my girlfriend pulled her feet below the chair. "No, I mean, I LOVE your feet," I answered, desperately trying to reassure her.

"You do, really?" She still sounded hurt and unconvinced.

"Yes! Babe you have the sexiest feet ever, I love them!" My voice was almost pleading, I wanted to reassure her so bad. She still seemed a bit unsure, so I kept gushing. "That's why I love spending so much time massaging them. Because your feet are so sexy!"

Her bright smile returned to her face. "Aww! Wow, you really ARE into feet! Okay, well if you do a good job on your homework, I'll reward you by letting you massage them more. Won't that be fun?"

I sighed, a bit defeated. How did I keep ending up in these situations! It was so unfair - now I was stuck pretending I wanted Vanessa's feet more than her amazing breasts or shapely ass. Now my reward was going to be massaging her feet instead of getting a flash of her tits or ass.

"Yes, I'd love that," I answered disappointed. Damn Claire and the rest of those girls.

Vanessa smiled as she hopped back on my bed and we continued doing our homework.

Vanessa spent most of the remainder of the evening downstairs with my mom, practicing her make-up. My mom showed Vanessa all the waterproof lip glosses and techniques so that her makeup wouldn't smear or run if 'things got really messy with Brad.'

My mom insisted that it was important for me to join them. She said whispered to me that I should show interest in Vanessa's interests, even if they were things like makeup or dresses. When it came time for nail polish, my mom had me apply it to Vanessa, so I could learn too. Vanessa couldn't apply her own nail-polish, so it made sense to teach me how to do it for her.

"We can start with my feet," Vanessa said with a wink.

The whole time I was painting her nails, the girls chatted together - mostly about Brad. Vanessa told my mom how much she admired her and how amazing it was that she landed such a hot guy like Brad. They giggled and gossiped about the stud football player and how much he was going to enjoy my mom's new, extra-sized breasts. "He hasn't seen them yet, but tomorrow he's coming over after dinner!"

I looked up at her. "What... He is?"

"Oh, of course," my mom waved her hand, dismissing my surprise. "I said he'd be coming over once I was fully healed up. You know-" she nudged Vanessa's arm, "in case he wants to play rough!" Both girls giggled at the thought, while I pouted and resumed painting my girlfriend's toenails.

When I was done, they both admired my work. "You have a real gift for this, it seems!" My mom boasted. I have to say, I felt pretty proud as both girls commented how great I was at painting toenails. "You two should take a class together!" My mom suggested.

"A... What?" I asked cautiously.

"A mani/pedi class! They offer them at the makeup store at the mall!"

"Oh yes, that does sound fun!" Vanessa chimed excitedly, "would you want to do that with me, babe?" Her face had a big hopeful smile
 and I couldn't say no to her. "Yea, of course," I answered unsurely. A mani/pedi class sounded kind of girly but my mom and Vanessa both seemed to think it'd be a good idea for me to attend with her. Besides, if Vanessa was interested, I had to try and be interested, too.

"Great! I'll give them a call tomorrow and see about setting up an appointment for us next week," Vanessa said while sitting back and holding out her fingers for me to get started.

I began working on her manicure while she and my mom resumed gossipping and gushing over how much Brad was going to enjoy my mom. Soon, the conversation turned to the lip injections, and after a few minutes, both of them were agreeing to get collagen lip injects together. In a few weeks, they'd be a perfectly matched pair of bimbos, with big fake lips, fake blonde hair, and matching silver 'bimbo' neck collars.

The evening ended with me getting my reward - massaging Vanessa's feet while she and my mom watched a romance movie together. It was a little humiliating when my mom made me plug my ears and look away during the lovemaking scene, but Vanessa seemed to agree with my mom's judgment that it was for the best. All-in-all it wasn't the worst way a date could have gone. It definitely wasn't a manly event, but I could tell Vanessa enjoyed herself and that was the most important thing. I even got a good evening kiss when she thanked me for having her over - though she only kissed me on the cheek this time and not the lips. It seemed like I only got to kiss her lips fresh after she gave Brad a blowjob.

I went to bed with a pair of sore blue-balls. Claire's feet were still on my computer screen, taunting me. What a strange date night.

CH. 22


Chapter 22: School Suspension

When my mom received the voice-mail saying I was caught jerking it in a teacher's yoga pants and that I was suspended from school, she was pissed. Beyond pissed. I tried to tell her it wasn't me, but she didn't believe me, and instead, she blamed my behavior on 'all that filthy porn you watch on the internet.' She finally sent me to bed early without dinner, but not before telling me that she was going to have Brad come and install an internet filter on our router, blocking any access to porn or anything else he decided.

She also forbid me from watching ANY R-rated movies (even though I was 18!) and even my TV time was going to be monitored. She enabled the 'parental control' option and put in a code so I would have to ask her permission to watch any TV shows. She said if there was anything remotely sexy, I would be forbidden from looking at it, so she could 'cleanse' me of that perverted behavior and help me focus more on my relationship with Vanessa. Thankfully, she didn't ban me from seeing Vanessa. She adored the young girl and didn't to jeopardize us dating.

She also told me that my days at home in suspension would NOT be pleasant. She told me that I'd be working and doing chores all day long and wouldn't be able to play any video games or watch TV. It felt so unfair as I was sent up to bed. I hadn't done ANYTHING and now my I was being blamed for acting like a sex pervert. I couldn't even have done it, because my dick was locked up in a chastity cage, though I didn't dare tell anyone about that.

I felt so helpless. Those stupid cheerleaders and football player bullies had screwed me over so hard, and they were probably sitting together laughing over it while I laid in bed crying. Once again, I was a joke that those bullies used for amusement, and it was awful.

Those few days of school suspension were dreadful for me. My mom was off from work, so almost all day I was stuck doing chores while she watched over me. I spent a few hours in the backyard cleaning our pool and trimming the bushes while she relaxed in a bikini talking to Brad on the phone. Then inside, I was stuck cleaning the house from bottom to top.

The whole thing was made worse by the texts I'd get from Brad in the morning. "Hey look, it's milksops girlfriend waiting by the bus, but there's no milksop!" Then he'd attach a picture of my girlfriend standing by my bus, waiting for me to step off it, as usual, wearing one of her slutty outfits with tall heels. "Don't worry though, me and the guys will take care of her while you're away."

I churned with jealousy at the thought of Brad and the football players hanging out with her all day while I was suspended. I knew she was getting very comfortable around them and I hated the way they treated her.

When my mom saw me on my phone she walked over and looked at what I was doing on it. She was afraid I was going to use my phone to sneak and look at porn, so she told me that from now on my phone usage would be monitored by her. This sucked! I felt more locked down than ever. The rule was, my phone had to stay on the living room table, and any time I wanted to use it I'd have to call my mom over to watch me texting on it. Brad had really done a number on me, this time.

When I didn't show up for the first day of school, Vanessa began to worry. Of course, the rumors were spreading around school like wildfire that I had jerked-off into a teacher's panties. Vanessa didn't believe them at first, but she found herself struggling to doubt them. The teachers confirmed I was suspended (but wouldn't say why), and Vanessa kept thinking back to the conversation with Claire about the "strange fetish" she found on my computer.

"Mom! Can I use my phone? I think Vanessa is texting me!" I called from the living room.

"Okay, coming," she answered, walking out of her bedroom wearing her black lounger shorts and a t-shirt - comfortable clothes for hanging around the house. She plopped down on the couch and kicked her bare feet onto the side of the couch, her long, naked legs stretched out, her toenails painted pink, and a pink brush in her hand. "You can get on the phone," she began running the brush through her long, "but keep the screen where I can see it the whole time."

"Yes, ma'am," I answered solemnly. I knew to be on my best behavior with her while I was in such hot water.

I sat down on the floor in front of the couch, my head next to her tan legs, the screen turned so she could see it while she brushed her hair. I felt like I was a dog kept on a very short leash.

There were three texts from Vanessa, sent over spread out over the afternoon, asking why I got suspended, if I was okay, and also wondering if the rumors were true.

I began texting her back, saying that I'd rather wait and tell her all of it in person and that I wouldn't be back to school until Monday. She instantly replied, saying that it was a great idea to meet and person and asking if she could come over. She was eager to see the screen on my computer. She'd asked Claire over and over to tell her what it was, but she kept refusing.

"Mom? Can Vanessa come over tomorrow, after school? She could help me catch up on schoolwork I'm missing, maybe."

"Hmm." My mom considered it a long moment, continuing to brush her hair. She didn't like the idea of me having a friend over while I was still suspended, but she also didn't want to cause any strain on my relationship with Vanessa. "Okay," she answered, "but only if you've finished all your chores." She rubbed her toe along the side of her foot, thinking proudly to herself, 'I sure am a great mom."

A moment later, Vanessa texted back. "Aww, she can't come over tomorrow, said she has an appointment after school. She said she can come over Friday, though. Would that work?"

"Hmm. Okay, that will work, but I expect you to have all your schoolwork, your chores, and every inch of the house cleaned and dusted by then."

"Okay, thanks mom," I answered before excitedly texting Vanessa that she could come over Friday.

Vanessa texted back, "Great, can't wait! Now I have to get back to cleaning. The football players will be back from practice soon and last time I was caught texting they made me stay an extra hour to wash all their jockstraps. See you Friday, love ya!"

"Okay, everything is all set for Friday," I told my mom, putting my phone away.

"Great. Now," she began rocking her feet on the edge of the couch, "I think it's time for another foot massage."

"Yes, ma'am." I moved to the edge of the couch and began rubbing her feet while she laid back like Cleopatra and switched on another girly reality TV show.

During my second day of suspension, my mom had already run out of chores for me to do. I'd cleaned all her laundry, cleaned the pool, scrubbed the counters, vacuumed, changed her sheets, scrubbed her shower and made her toilet bowl sparkle. She wanted to keep me busy so she ended up calling Brad and asking if he had any chores he wanted me to help out with around his house.

Of course, Brad said yes. "I have all sorts of chores to keep him busy. Pulling weeds, cleaning my room, doing my laundry..."

"Oh Brad, that would be great," she answered cheerfully.

I heard my mom say Brad's name into the phone and I began to worry. After hanging up, she turned to me with a pleased look on her face.

"That was Brad. Now that everything is cleaned here, you're going to go do some chores for him, too."

"What! But, mooommm!" The thought of going to do chores for my bully after HE was the one who got me in trouble in the first place made me sick. It felt so unjust! Not only did he get away with it, but now he was having his chores done, too! Ugh.

"No complaining! I'm going to drop you off at his house, and when I pick you up, I better not hear a single word of misbehaving from Brad.

"Ugh! But this isn't fair!"

She kept going, "I'm going to tell him to report back to me if you give him ANY complaining when he asks you to do chores. You are going to be polite and obedient to him. You're still in hot water over this suspension. You understand?"

I sulked my head down. "Yes, ma'am." It felt soooo unfair.

My mom had a little bit of a problem. She wanted to dress up all sexy and surprise him, but she also didn't want him to know about her breast job just yet. It was still meant to be a big surprise for him for the weekend. She finally decided she would drop me off and pick me up at the street so that Brad wouldn't see her new tits.

It was five in the afternoon when she drove me to the bullies house. Brad had told me to go around to the basement to report in too him. "Remember, you better be polite and courteous no matter what chores he tells you to do. I better not hear a single negative word from him," she said firmly.

I hopped out of our minivan and walked up to Brad's house, going around to the basement where he told me to report in. I knocked on the door. I felt like I was about to enter the dragon's den.

Brad opened the basement door with his usual cocky, satisfied grin. "Well well well, it's my very own cleaning bitch." I clenched my fist but knew I couldn't do anything. "Yes, sir," I answered pathetically.

"Good." His grin widened, "My parents are out of town and left me a whole bunch of chores to do. You're going to have every single one finished before you leave today or I'll tell your mom you didn't do a good job."

"Yes, sir," I answered reluctantly. My mom had warned me that she better get positive feedback from Brad or I'd be in for it. Once again, he had me by the balls and I'd have to do whatever he said.

"You can start by cleaning my basement." I followed him into his basement which had been turned into a sort of bachelor pad. It had carpet, a couch, table, and a big TV with an expensive game system and all the latest games that he'd bought with the money he'd made
 been making off my mom. On the wall, there was a picture of my mom hanging up: she was sitting on her bed wearing some red lingerie, holding both her tits in her hands and smiling. It looked like a pin-up centerfold from a playboy and had "Bimbo Becky" written across the bottom. To make it worse, there were empty bottles, trash, and dirty plates and I could tell he must have had friends over recently and not bothered to move the poster.

Brad plopped himself down on the couch and resumed playing his game, telling me to "get to work, bitch." He really milked it, interrupting me while I was cleaning to do things like serving him a drink or taking his plate. He really made it absolutely clear that I was his bitch and had to do whatever he wanted. If he snapped his fingers I'd have to come running to get him a drink before returning to cleaning. When I finished cleaning and vacuuming his basement (while he didn't do so much as lift a finger to help) he had me start on the chores his parents had left for him: starting with pulling weeds out of the bushes area near his basement.

"There are some more chores for you to do after you finish pulling weeds, so I wouldn't take too long. Remember, you have to have them all finished if you want me to tell your mom you did a good job."

I looked at the bushes. They hadn't been weeded in a while and were quite overgrown. Ugh. "Yes, sir, I understand," I answered with a sigh.

He slapped the back of my head painfully. "Good bitch!"

I was starting to work up a sweat, knelt down in the bushes and pulling weeds out of the dirt. It'd been about twenty minutes, but I was finally getting close to finishing. That's when I heard it.

The sweet, soft voice speaking from behind me. "Hun?"

I turned around with surprise to see none other than my darling Vanessa! Boy, was SHE a sight for sore eyes! My heart fluttered as I saw her. My mom must have told her where I was! She must have come to surprise me! And she looked so sexy - she was wearing some tan booty shorts and a bright blue crop top that was cut in a way where you could see the edges of her bright yellow bra around the top. The bright yellow really caught your eye and drew it right down to her cleavage. I wondered if that's what she'd worn to school that day.

Her cute dyed-blonde hair was flowing down her shoulders, and of course, she was wearing a pair of white high heels. She was starting to become quite the expert at walking in heels.

"What are you doing here!" I asked with delight, overjoyed that she'd come to see me. I hadn't seen her - or any sexy girls, for that matter - since my mom had locked my internet, and the sight of such a sexy babe made my dicklette swell. "Did my mom tell I was here?"

"No! What are YOU doing here?" She asked, almost just as surprised as I was. I felt a bit confused and very disappointed. "Oh... You didn't know I was here? I thought you had an appointment today?"

"Yea," she answered embarrassed. "I do have an appointment..." She nodded towards Brad's door. "You know..."

My heart sunk. One of THOSE appointments.

My heart sunk even lower. She didn't even know I was here, she was just showing up to give Brad his... Ugh, the thought made me shudder. He'd been an asshole towards me all day, and now my girlfriend was going to pleasure him with her mouth.

She could sense my disappointment, so she continued to justify herself. "I promised I wouldn't let our arrangement get in your way - I said you wouldn't even know it was happening, remember? That's why I couldn't tell you what the appointment was."

"Oh... Yea, I guess that's true," I answered solemnly.

"But, now ya know so I guess it doesn't matter," she said with a giggle. "Brad has me come here sometimes when we don't get time to do it at school. I still have to fulfill my promise, Brad's entitled to it ya know, so I stop by to do it here. Especially on the weekends."

"Yes, I see," I answered quietly, trying to mask my disappointment. My dicklette began to shrink in its cage.

Just then, the basement door opened and Brad stepped out.

Vanessa's voice suddenly became lively and flirty as she turned towards the boy, "Ohhh hey babe!" She brushed her hair over her smooth shoulder for him, drawing his eyes towards her chest.

He looked at my girlfriend with a hungry stare, and then stepped towards her. "Hello hello," he answered charmingly, looking her up and down. She blushed as he slid his hand around her waist and pulled her close to him. "You're just in time, I was just starting to get... Hungry." She blushed harder as he looked down at her chest as he said the words.

He turned to look at me, still on my knees in the dirt. He clenched my girlfriend's waist and held her body close as he spoke. "After you finish pulling all the weeds, fill this bucket with water from the hose and start scrubbing the walkway." He kicked a bucket towards my knees. "And you better scrub it 'till it's clean enough to eat off of, or I'm going to tell your mom that you didn't do a good job," he said with a smirk.

"Y-yes sir," I answered shamefully as I picked up the bucket and sponge off the floor. I felt so shameful in front of my girlfriend, but I knew I couldn't risk him giving a bad report to my mom.

My girlfriend squeezed his arm. "It's so hot how bossy you are," she said with a flirtatious smile. My heart sank even lower. I know she didn't mean anything by it, but it made me feel so pathetic.

"You haven't seen anything yet," Brad answered, and then he picked her up with his arms and she clasped her legs around his hips, bursting into a loud laugh as she squeezed her legs behind his back. His hands were planted firmly behind each juicy ass cheek as he carried her towards the door. He was so strong, he seemed to carry her with ease.

"Don't forget what Becky taught ya." He glanced down at my girlfriend's chest, "Tit's out whenever you're giving a blowjob."

She giggled playfully and told him, "I know!" She hugged him and quickly hollered over his shoulder, "Don't worry, babe! We'll be done soon, and then you get a kiss!" I watched as they disappeared through the doorframe, my girlfriend's heels locked behind his back. "Not too quickly I hope," Brad said playfully, causing my girlfriend to let out another giggle as the door closed behind them. I let out a deep sigh as I looked around at the half-torn up weeds and dirty walkway. The thought of my girlfriend's sexy hourglass body still resonated in my mind. I wanted to cry.

CHAPTER 20

Chapter 20: The Math Test

There was an older janitor closet filled with cleaning supplies at the end of one of the school hallways. Usually, the closet was locked, but today the janitor had accidentally left it open with the keys still in the door. I didn't think anything of it as I was walking down the hall to go to Mrs. Hunters class until I heard Brad walk up behind me with his buddy Josh.

"Hey pervert," he said, taking a painfully firm grip on my shoulder. I winced. With all the attention on my girlfriend (and the start of the upcoming football season), the bullying had mostly subsided, and I cringed at the thought of becoming Brad's daily target once again.

"Ow! What do you want!" I moaned painfully as he dug his fingers into my collarbone.

"Wow, so rude. You know how you're talking too?"

Josh grabbed my other shoulder, digging his fingers in and making me wince even harder. "Yea, we're on the football team, that makes us you're superior ya know."

I cringed harder. It felt just like the old days all over again, the daily harassment from Brad and his friends in the hallway every day between classes. I tried to de-escalate the situation as fast as I could. Maybe if I gave them what they wanted, they'd leave me alone. "S-sorry, sir," I answered pathetically. I am so glad Vanessa wasn't there to see this. She probably would have laughed and chalked it up to us 'playing around.'

"That's better. So, loser, I heard you were saying
 perverted things to Vanessa this morning."

"Huh?" I was lost and just wanted his grip to release from my shoulders.

"Yea, I heard you asked to see her panties. That's very dirty of you to try and look at girls panties, you disgusting little pervert."

I winced. "But! She's my girlfriend! Besides, YOU looked at her panties!"

"Yea, so? I'm a man. Men are allowed to do adult things, especially with little slut bunnies. But you're a little sissy, you're not allowed to ask to see women's panties. That's pervert behavior."

"Yea," Josh agreed. "Just because she's your girlfriend doesn't mean you get to treat her like a pervert. Real men get to talk to her like that, not YOU." He dug his fingers deeper into my neck.

"Ow! Oh-oh kay, I'm s-sorry," I whined, the pain worsening. I felt so humiliated, agreeing that I wasn't worty to doing anything sexual with my own girlfriend.

"That's better, but I think he needs some time to think about it. What do you think?" Brad asked, nodding towards the janitor closet.

"Definitely."

The next thing I know I was being dragged over to the janitor's closet. My eyes widened as I realized they were going to throw me in. They stood me in the opening and Brad stepped behind me. "Yea, so you need to take some time and think about inappropriate it is to ask to see a woman's panties!" He stuck his foot against my lower back and then kicked forward, shoving my body into the closet and causing me to trip over some equipment bad and fall on my knees.

"Ow! No" I screamed as I fell on my face, and turned around to see Brad shutting the door behind me. I heard the keys turning from the outside, locking me in. I scrambled to the door and tried turning the knob, but it was locked from the outside, with no way to open it from within. I heard Brad and Josh chuckle and give each other high-fives as they walked to class.

"Hey! Help!" I stammered, but the school bell rang, ushering everyone into the class. The hall was empty. The closet was lit by a single plastic skylight and school hall was quiet as a whisper. I heard the second bell ring and knew I was late for Mrs. Hunter's class. I began to sweat and panic. Fuck Brad. How was I going to explain this? I knew that if I ratted him out, he'd just make things even worse for me. "Help..." I whimpered once again before giving up entirely.

I looked around the closet, and something strange caught my eye. All the equipment was dirty and old, except for the equipment bag in the middle of the floor. It looked quite new and almost like...

"Mrs. Hunter's gym bag!" I began panicking harder and my face turned red with shame as I realized I'd probably have to explain myself to Mrs. Hunter, and probably the principle, too. My panic turned to horror as I noticed something more. The bag was unzipped, and Mrs. Hunter's yoga pants - as well as a pair of pink sports panties - was visibly hanging out, and right in the middle of them was a squirt of wet, white cum. Someone had splooged out a load into her underwear and yoga pants and now I was stuck in the closet with them alone.

"Oh my God, oh my God," I began panicking, worrying how I would explain this if I got caught. Suddenly I didn't want to be rescued. I searched around for something to unlock the door with - a screwdriver, a clothes hanger, anything. There was nothing but a metal dustpan, which I tried to use to squeeze between the door frame to lock.

"Hello?" I heard an old man's voice ask on the other side of the door. It was the janitor. I went dead silent. "Is anyone in there?" He asked, knocking loudly on the door. I backed away quietly. I wanted to die. He pulled the keys out and walked away. I tried the door again - still locked.

While Brad was enjoying Mrs. Hunter's class - sitting in the front row, flirting with the young blonde teacher, saying how young and cute she looked with her short hair and stifling his laughter with Josh when he told Mrs. Hunter that no, had no idea why I wasn't in class - Victoria was sitting down in her math class to take her test.

Perhaps it was an accident, bred from overconfidence and feeling untouchable - or perhaps it was intentional because Victoria HATED Miss White and wanted to upset her - but either way, only seconds after Miss White told the students to begin their test, Victoria stood up and walked to the teacher's desk, smugly declaring she was finished and putting the test in the pile.

"Oh? Finished so soon? Did you even try to guess the right answers, or just put down random marks?" The teacher asked, obviously aggravated that the young bossy teenaged cheerleader didn't even try to look like she took the test seriously.

Victoria smirked as the teacher looked over the girl's test, her smile turning into a frown as she marked every single answer as correct. Victoria's smile grew even wider, leaning on Miss White's desk as the teacher checked off mark by mark. "Guess I'm just naturally gifted at math," Victoria said mockingly. As she turned to walk back to her desk, the rolled up answer sheet fell to the floor.

"Aha! What's this!" Miss White declared victoriously as she snatched up the piece of paper and unrolled. "I dunno, not mine," Victoria answered smugly as she kept walking to her desk.

The teacher's grin once again was wiped off her face as she recognized the answer sheet was written in her beloved mathclub student Bethany's handwriting. Sure enough, at top of the cheatsheet was Bethany's own name. Miss White's face turned from upset to angry when she realized that Victoria had somehow gotten into innocent Bethany's head and twisted her into cheating. In fact, it's entirely possible that was the entire reason Victoria had targeted Bethany to begin with.

Miss White slammed the paper on her desk, her face turning red with steaming anger and told Victoria to follow her to the principle's office right away. Every student in the room - including Vanessa - was staring with dumbfounded silence as Victoria confidently got up - still rocking a cocky grin - and followed the teacher towards the principles office.

While I was still trying to escape from the dim cleaning closet, I heard the janitor's voice and once again froze. "Yea, the noise was coming from this closet. I think some of the students are in there, probably making-out or something."

I began panicking all over again as I heard the key slide into the door. I quickly grabbed Mrs. Hunter's cum-soiled yoga pants and looked around where to hide them. As the door swung open, I stuffed them behind a bucket, but I was too slow. The principle and Janitor stood there staring at me. "What are you doing in here?"

My face turned red as I looked at the bucket nervously. "N-nothing, I got lost and the door got stuck," I answered nervously, my face a bright shade of red.

"Is this Mrs. Hunter's gym bag? What's behind this bucket?" The principal asked, grabbing the soiled pants.

I was frozen solid. Brad had put me into the single worst moment of my entire life.

"Oh God!" He yelled as he saw the wet cum stain.

"I-it w-w-wasn't me," I tried to whimper, but he wouldn't hear it. He sighed, picked up the entire gym bag and told me to follow him to his office. I followed with my head down, the thought of Mrs. Hunter's disappointment haunting me - just as things were finally starting to improve between us. I looked into Mrs. Hunter's classroom window as we walked past and saw Brad and Josh looking at me and chuckling. Those bastards had noticed I was getting too chummy with Mrs. Hunter once again and set this whole thing up.

"Wait here," the principal pointed to a row of seats lined up against the wall outside his office door. I gladly sat down with my head in my hands as he entered his office. A minute later, Miss White came storming by with Victoria following in tow. The teacher went into the principal's office and nearly slammed the door shut, as Victoria strolled up and stopped in front of me. She didn't seem worried or upset at all. Every blonde hair on her head was perfectly in place.

"Well well well, if it isn't little babydick. Get caught doing something perverted again? Or maybe..." She leaned in close and whispered knowingly, "Brad put you up to something?"

I looked up at her for a moment and realized that she knew exactly what happened. "Leave me alone," I answered muffled, shoving my face back into my hands.

"Tsk tsk tsk. That's not how you speak to royalty, is it?" She leaned down closer. "You don't want me to keep you locked up forever, do you?"

My tone changed really fast. I was in a sour mood but I knew I had to play Victoria's game whenever she wanted if I wanted to have any chance of release. I quickly apologized. "I'm sorry, Mistress Victoria."

We listened to the argument on the other side of the room. "She CHEATED! There's no way she could have finished that test so quickly, and I saw this cheat sheet on the ground right by her desk!"

"You're mistaken. Victoria is an A+ student and head of the cheerleader team! She is one of the best students we have, she would not cheat on a test." The principal's voice went serious. "And I don't need to remind you that her father is a very active politician and sits on the board of education. He brings a lot of revenue into this school. I think you agree that we do not need to disturb that?"

Miss White's voice went soft, defeated. "But... The paper. It was right by her desk, it coul-"

"Enough. Victoria is one of the top students in our school, and she doesn't cheat on tests. You were mistaken." He cleared his throat. "Now, I would like to have a talk with this Bethany girl, though. Where is she?"

"She went home early with a stomach ache," Miss White sighed.

"You see, babydick," Victoria said with a sly grin. "I own this entire school." I looked down at my feet, a shiver running down my spine. "And if you think about tattling on Brad or Josh or any
 of the other football players, you'll wish you were never born." I cringed. "Oops, my shoelace is loose," she said as she picked up her foot and put it on the back of my head, using me as a footstool as she retied her shoes. I didn't budge.

A minute later, Miss White came out and told Victoria that the principal would like to see her, before storming off to class. Victoria gave the teacher a cocky, victorious grin before walking into the principal's office.

"Victoria, sweetheart, come in and have a seat. I am so sorry for this misunderstanding," the principal began immediately.

"Oh Mr. Gerald, I don't know what to do! I'm always so nice to Miss White, but it's like she just hates me, and all the other girls on the cheerleading team! It's not our fault I'm we like to support our team and also happen to be good at math!"

"I'm so sorry," the principal continued, "I've spoken to Miss White and had this whole misunderstanding cleared up. To help smooth things over, I'm going to have the year-book club dedicate two full pages of the yearbook to the cheerleading team."

"The front two pages?"

The principal stammered. "Err, yes, the front two pages, of course!"

Victoria sat back in her chair, putting her feet up on the principal's desk. "Okay, go on."

"And I've already told Miss White to change your grade to an A, and not to bother you anymore."

"Oh, good. It was so humiliating when she called me a cheater in front of the entire class! I really feel like she should apologize!"

"Yes, of course, I'll ring her to tell her right now. So, how is your father?"

I was afraid I would be expelled or worse, but the principal seemed tired and worn out when I entered the room. He scolded me for a few minutes, called my mom (leaving her a voicemail) despite my begging, and finally suspended me from school for the rest of the week. Of course, I couldn't tell him what really happened. Those bullies had stolen Mrs. Hunter's gym bag, used her yoga pants and underwear to jerk off and I was stuck taking the blame for all of it, and I couldn't say a thing. I hated Brad so much.