It was dark, stuffy, and reeked like a gym bag full of dirty
jockstraps. Chad crinkled up his nose. It was dark. His face was hot
and sticky. A heavy piece of fabric covered his head.
"What a nightmare!" groaned Chad. He shook his head shaking the sand
from his eyes.
Chad arched his body stretching it full length. He tried to move his
hands, but his hands and arms were pinned to his hot throbbing body.
Hot,and throbbing? He stared into the darkness. He had to have been a
dream. Maybe he had had an accident? Maybe he was paralyzed in a
hospital bed with a bandage over his face? That was more likely than
the other. Why couldn't he remember the accident?
Why should he have dreamt of you? Justice? Guilt for his bullying of
you? Maybe? He shakes his head. Maybe he's still dreaming?
The fabric rips away from his head. The cool air is a relief. Chad
inhales deeply and opens his eyes again to blink in the brighter but
dimly lit cavernous room. Chad gasps. He's suddenly airborne. He's
flying threw the air high above the carpeted floor and giant feet.
Giant feet? Definitely still dreaming. The unfamiliar room races by,
and there's a large doorway ahead. Through the dark doorway, then
there's a flash of light, as Chad blinks blinded and bouncing up and
down in midair. He feels like he's going to vomit. His mouth opens
and lets a hot torrent spew out. He'd heard about projectile vomiting
before, but had never done it until now. It was awful. The hot liquid
seemed to literally be flowing through and out of him. It tasted like
piss. He didn't know how he could hold so many gallons inside his
body. He could hear the cascading liquid hitting the blue lake far
below. It took a few seconds for it to sink in that the lake was
actually a giant toilet. Then Chad noticed the taste. At last the
torrent of liquid seemed to slack off a bit. It dribbled to a stop.
Chad spat out the last of the foul liquid, and exclaimed, "Damn, what
did I drink last night? It tasted like piss!"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, haha, I had forgotten about you Chad," your voice
booms from high over Chad, "You better get used to the taste. I
usually piss at least 3 or 4 times a day."
"What?" Chad turns his head and looks up your giant naked torso, "No!"
"Oh, yes, Chad, you really are my cock, and I am proud to have you as
my manhood. You already are performing splendidly, and I can't wait
to try you out on my study date today. But first," you say sniffing
your armpit, "We need to get cleaned up."
Chad's protests are drowned out by the roaring torrent of the shower
and sudsy soap in his eyes and mouth, and body.
You hear him squeak at one point, "Gawd, no!"
You are jacking off in the shower. He is quiet afterward. He hangs
sullenly deflating, your new foreskin covers Chad's hairy head. You
towel off, and pull on your red bikini briefs. You adjust Chad so his
face is buried in your balls. Even through the heavy Axe soap scent,
Chad can still make out your body odor. It reminds him that he is
owned totally by you.
He is trapped in the warm, damp darkness after you dress. You walk
around, sit, stand, walk, sit again, and then he hears the car engine
roar. Ten minutes pressed against your body, and then he enjoys the
respite as you stand and he slides away from your body a bit. He's
still attached, and still trapped in the pouch, but it doesn't weigh
as much.
You slam the door. You walk. Then stand. A distant chime echoes after
you ring the doorbell.
"Hello, Mrs. Stuart! I'm here to tutor Richard."
Richard Stuart? Rick Stuart! Chad's team mate is named Rick Stuart.
It has to be the same guy. He knew that Rick was getting tutored
because of his grades, and since you're one of the school brainiacs it
made sense that you were tutoring him. Now if only he could make
himself know.
"Hey, Dicky!" he hears you say, "I've got a surprise for you after we
do your math problems."
Dicky? Rick would deck any guy who called him that. Must be another
Richard Stua-
"Greetings, sir. I am ready to begin my lesson, and will do my best
so that I can see that surprise you promised me, sir," Chad recognizes
Rick's voice, but he sounds so subservient. Chad wonders what you did
to his big buddy.
"Good boy, Dicky. Let's start with quadratic equations, okay?"
"I still don't really get those, sir," he laments.
"Then we ought to do them, Dicky, until you do," you say.
"Yes, sir."
"Good boy. Now let's start where we left off, problem 15. What answer
did you get after I left?"
"54?"
"N-uh, show me your work. Ah, here's the error. See!" you point and
cross out his work and right the correct way to resolve the problem.
"Oh, I see the answer is 42!"
This goes on for nearly 2 hours, and Chad is getting antsy in your
trousers. He wonders who your study date will be with and how soon.
Chad tunes out your discussion, until you at last stand.
"Alright, Dicky, you did very well today. It's time for you to unwrap
your present," you say.
"Oh, thank you, sir, thank you!" Rick says.
When Chad gets back to normal he plans to throttle Rick for behaving
that way around you of all people, even if you are tutoring him. He
hears your belt buckle jangle. Your trousers drop, red tinted light
streams in through your red brief. The red tinged light shifts as the
fabric is pulled away, and Chad swings free. He sighs in relief. But
his sigh becomes a gasp as he peers out of your hooded cock and down
at Rick. Rick is a 250 lb linebacker and your team mate. He is
sitting on his knees wearing a jockstrap which reads "Property of -
"and your name is written there! Dicky looks up at eagerly at your
crotch with his tongue hanging out.
"Oh, Master, you're bigger than before! Uh, a lot bigger," he says
with a tinge of fear in his voice.
"Don't worry, it'll fit and you'll be used to it in no time, Dicky!"
you say.
Chad's mind is reeling. Dicky and you cannot mean that you intend to
shove him inside of Dicky's uh- no- no. Dicky is the study date!
"Now kiss it, caress it with your tongue, and see how big it gets,
Dicky!" you order.
Breathlessly the big football player whispers, "Oh, thank you,
Master!"
Chad feels Rick's hot breath and wet lips press against your foreskin.
He doesn't want to - but Chad starts to swell bigger.