Date: Wed, 23 Jul 2008 23:57:39 -0400
From: Michael DaVinci <mdavinci@socialfarts.com>
Subject: Unexpected Nightmare part 4

My head was almost spinning as I let what had just happened sink in. First I
had been brutally kidnapped, then stripped and displayed for the whole
student body to make fun of me. Then I had been forced to cum all over
myself at someone else's urging. Then someone came to rescue me, and all but
made love to me in the middle of the hallway. And throughout it all I had
been hard as a rock, terrified but intensely aroused. Now I was finally
feeling a little more relaxed, and with great relief noticed that my dick
was starting to droop.

But by the time I had figured all this out, my next problem began. I had to
pee. My tormentors had forced almost a full bottle of water on me at the end
of the period break. As my dick shrank, I could feel an intense need to
empty my bladder. Could that be any more embarrassing than coming in front
of the whole school? Probably yes, and just as hard to explain to the
principal if it came to that.

The clock's hand kept moving. Five minutes passed. Ten minutes. I could feel
my need to pee ever more urgently. I began to shift my weight. Then dance.
Then cross my legs. I tried not to panic. Fifteen minutes. Twenty minutes.
Oh shit, please no! How much water had I drunk?

Then another click in the hallway, and more footsteps again. Greg ran across
in front of me, flashing a grin, then scurried past me towards the gym. A
few more minutes passed. Greg returned, carrying a long white towel over his
shoulder. He wrapped it around my waist and tucked in the end to hold it.

"How's that? – I can't untie you but I can save your dignity for the next
bell," he offered.

"Forget my dignity – I have to get to a bathroom or I will explode all over
the hallway!" I countered. I tried to look as pitiful as possible.

Greg turned suddenly, whispering "Shit, someone's coming!" Then he was gone.

>From the other direction, more trouble came. My chief kidnapper was on Greg'
s tail, and didn't look pleased at the gym towel. "What the hell do you
think you're doing?" he snapped, grabbing the towel and exposing my privates
once again. He leaned down and motioned for me to let him slip the towel
under my feet. My first instinct was to kick him in the eye, but I thought
better of it, so I complied.

"Wait a minute!" I pleaded, "I need to pee – get me out of here!"

The leader grinned and said, "I thought you might by now. I brought you
something for that." Then he pulled an empty milk carton from behind his
back and opened it wide under my dick. "Shoot – now's your chance!" he
directed.

So what am I going to do – refuse? I closed my eyes, not used to peeing in
front of anyone, but within a few seconds managed to pee up a storm. It went
on and on, filling the pint carton right to the spout before tapering off. A
bit spilled on my leg, but I didn't care because I was feeling so much
better. I breathed a deep sigh of relief and said "Thanks!"

The guy grinned stupidly and said "You're welcome," while he calmly raised
the carton over my head and began to pour it all over me. I could feel the
warm liquid dribbling down my back into my ass crack, and streaming down my
chest and stomach. Then my cock started to rise again as it dribbled past my
balls and down my legs into the towel on the floor. He stopped pouring and
threw the last few ounces directly at my crotch. My dick rose again to its
highest angle.

Brrr-inggg!! My heart sank as the bell rang to end the period. I stood
still, smelling of fresh urine, at full arousal once again, standing on a
yellowed towel soaked with my own piss. Could it get any worse? The hall
began to fill, and it was clear this time that the word had spread. There
was a line forming on one side of me as people filed past to take a real
close look at the piss-crazed homo tied up in the hall. When most of them
figured out what I was covered with they screwed up their noses and moved
past quickly. Then all of a sudden I found myself surrounded on all sides by
six large guys, and a protective crowd behind that seemed to be there to
hide what was happening from the teachers.

I surveyed my six new jailors with a puzzled look. Then in one motion, they
all pulled down their zips, hauled out their dicks, and aimed them towards
me. A few seconds later the first piss stream started, then one by one
another added his to the show. Soon I was being hit from all directions with
steaming yellow teenage piss. They had probably been drinking water for the
last hour just to get ready, because the towel beneath me was getting pretty
soggy. One managed to aim high and get my hair and my face all wet. At least
I kept my mouth closed. Another concentrated on my butt and I could feel his
pee driving at my asshole and hitting the back of my balls. As soon as they
finished they zipped up and moved on, leaving me exposed like a naked
drowned rat (with a raging erection) to a hall full of students. I turned
red, hung my head, and started crying again.

I don't remember much of the next several minutes. Lots of people looked me
over pretty closely. A couple of bully types pulled my dick, then forced me
to lick the piss off their fingers. Most of the girls were looking pretty
grossed out by the whole affair at this point, as if the novelty of seeing a
horny guy had worn off and the details of the actual crime were starting to
sink in. Some of them covered their mouth with their hands, and I could see
sympathy in their eyes. What struck me most, though, was the number of
younger guys who stared at me with big wide frightened eyes, knowing that
they could be next at the whim of an older bully.

And every so often a pair of eyes would lock with mine for a second - just
long enough to say, "You are not alone, I'll talk to you later."

***

So how will it finally end? Stay tuned for part 5, the final episode. Write
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