"Well, Chaderella, you are officially trapped in a fairy-tale. See every guy in the school right now is being drawn here to fuck your sorry ass. Oh, look, the towel boy is the first one here. Guess, he gets to pop your cherry."
"No. Please stop this. Uh, wait, no," Chad sputtered as he felt the towel boy Troy's hands on Chad's waist. "Gawd, Troy, no. Don't even think about. Oh, oh, uh, YEOW!"
"Wham, bam, thank you, Troy!" laughed Chad's owner.
Troy walked off with a smile and glazed look.
"Oh, goody, here comes the Varsity Football team. Heh, heh, and you thought you knew them intimately before," he snickered.
"Why? What have you done to them?"
"Okay, Chad, while your teammates get out of their football shorts and protective gear, so they can plow your ass. I'll give you the short version. In Cinderella, lots of women stick their foot in a slipper. Only the foot that belongs in the shoe can end the story. In this version, Chaderella, you are the shoe. Every guy in the vicinity is drawn here to stick their dick in you. Only when the dick that fits perfectly is shoved inside you will this fairy-tale end. No worries, Troy in the rest of the guys who fuck you silly won't remember this really happened. At worst they will remember it as a dream, or nightmare."
"So what happens when you stick your pen- Wait! Rod, no it's me Chad! Your bud. Puhlea-YEOW!"
"So much for foreplay. I guess romance really is dead. Oh, looks like the male faculty members will also have a go. Hi, Coach Sinclair, Coach Sanchez, Principal Phelps, oh, goody, the swim team is lining up for their turn." The villain rubbed his fingertips together like a classic villain, and said wickedly, "Excellent!"
Chad is sore, and sobbing. He still can't move. Cum leaks out his ass and covers his legs. He's taken the towel boy, the entire football team, two coaches and the principal. Now it's the swim team's turn.