Ryan couldn't believe he was being led by his balls down the hallway
of his high school toward certain degradation and humiliation. He had
to do something to avert it.
"Listen, Sn-Master, sir, my reason for being, sir, isn't there another
way? I, mean, I only did it because of what Vinnie did to me! Please,
sir!" whined Ryan.
"You are one whiny bitch for a jock," snapped Snake, "So Vinnie made
you into a cock sucker. Well, as I recall, you're the reason - at
least in your jockstrap form - that I was seen jerking off in the
locker room. Now that's my personal low. To make sure people forget
that low, they need to see you do something a lot lower. Got it jock
boy, or do you is it you just can't wait to wrap your tongue around my
cock until we get to the Shop?"
Snake smirked evilly and dragged Ryan by his balls into the nearest
Mens Room.
"Now lessee what I gotta work with!" Snake said ripping off startled
Ryan's clothing. "Okay, you're in better shape than I thought, jock
boy, but sometimes, the older standards are best. On your knees!"
Before Ryan could even respond he felt Snake's heavy boot smash into
his cock and balls. Ryan was on his knees groaning as Snake unbuttoned
his fly.
"Aw, baby wants his milk? Well, here it is warm from the tap," laughed
Snake evilly as he shoved his cock into Ryan's mouth.