Date: Sat, 9 Feb 2013 21:10:24 -0500
From: Unabbook <unabbook@aol.com>
Subject: babyface jocks own me 20

Unknown to me, babyface musclejock blond Kyle had hypnotized me.  But
I learned soon enough!  Once he controlled me, all I could do was snif
Bobby's butt, and then run down the school hall, smiling big, dripping
my wet lips with my tongue hanging out and an obvious boner in my
sweatpants.

Kyle also removed my ability to touch my raging cockboner and balls,
and removed my power to talk, except to beg this huge football jock
that I don't know, to fuck me.  On hearing it, the jock wedgied me
into the the locker room.

He sets me down, standing me up.  He pulls down my pants, and looks at
my huge 12" hooked boner.  Then he grabs my collar and shoves me up
against the lockers.  I'm still smiling in his face.  Omg hes so
sexxy.  He starts slapping me.  "Dude, why are you smiling at me?
Cocksucker!  Fucken answer me bitch!!! "

I say, through my wet smile, "fuck man youre so hot."  I have no
control to not say it, and it's the only words I can say.  Of course,
cause kyle removed my ability to talk any other words, I just smile up
at the football jock.  I can't stop smiling.  He's a foot taller than
me and twice my weight.  I want to touch my boner n balls, but I'm
powerless to move my hands onto my boner n balls, so they just bounce
edged in the air. Aw fuck.  Aw fuck.

Instead, I start trying to reach both my hands in his pants to grab
HIS boner.  I don't have any control to stop it.  It's like my hands
are not my property.  He grabs my wrists to stop me, but I keep
fighting to get my hands on his boner.  He slaps me hard.  "Dude~!
What the fuck, who do you think you are fucken faggot?  Get ur hands
off my fucken cock dude!"

But I'm still grabbin for his cock n balls,  and he's slapping me and
screaming at me, and I'm like helplessly screamin "fucken jock!  rape
me oh my fucken god rape me!!!"  Well, I did ask him to do it, even
though I've lost all control over my talking.  And all I wana do is
grab my raging boner, but my hands will only go to his.  And now he
has gotten really hard and has a huge hairless smooth boner.

FInally he screams out, "you FUCKER!!!" and spins me around, bearhugs
me off the ground, and wedgies me right off the ground again. I so
much want my hands to be on my raging boner and balls, but instead, I
just put my finger in my mouth, under my tongue and dripping lower
lip.  With my helpless smile and tongue hangin out, this causes me to
drool all over myself, and a lonnnggg drip of my spit drips down onto
the tip of my boner cockhead that's bouncin 12" up into the air.

How do these guys keep looking like little boys when they are so
huge?  He's got me wedgied off the ground. "You're in deep shit now,
little boyy" he says through his big boyish lips.  He pulls my sweats
up, puts his hand in the back, shoves two fingers up my butt, and
starts buttwalking me -- hooked up on my on tiptoes -- toward the
exit, toward the cafeteria.

All the kids are looking at us.  Of course, they probably don't think
it is anything unusual, since the jocks are force controlling kids all
the time -- thats their whole function in life right.  Plus, I still
have no power to stop smiling/dripping, or to talk.  Other kids don't
understand the jocks anyway.  I probably look like I'm one of them and
we're just doing our usual show-off-ey games that we do.  (Everyone
already saw me smiling in the headball.)  My boner is raging inside
the sweats.  The fucken bodybuilder jock is laughing at me as he
buttwalks me.

So the fucker jock just buttwalks me right into the cafeteria, over to
that isolated table where the jocks are all sitting.  It's the same
table where Larry took ownership of me last week when he locked me in
the controller plug.

They're all sitting there in their tight satin BB gym shorts,
shirtless, like they've all been at practice.  Other kids can see us,
of course. But other kids are smart enough to stay away from the jocks.

Kyle's there of course.  He gets right up in my face, babysmiling, and
says -- "are you readdyyy?"

"Oh wait, I forgot, you're too little to talk," he says.  He grabs my
ears, smiles at me and stares into my eyes.  Then he snaps, and as
soon as he snaps, I spread my legs apart, stand on my tiptoes, and
flex my arms up into a muscle pose.  Of course, I think I'm scrawny
compared to them.  But I can't stop it.

The jocks all burst out laughin.  They're saying crap like:  "Aww fuck
Kyle, you statutized the bitch!"  So now super tall Billy then asks me
-- he sounds like a total little boy, even though as noted he is
fucken SIX FOOT ELEVEN -- so he says:  "hey statue, are you rready
nowww?"

Ready for what?  I'm locked into a spread-leg bodybuilder pose, with a
helpless drippy smile on my face, tongue hanging out, unable to talk
or escape, unable to touch my raging cockboner and balls in my loose,
masterbating fleecy sweats.

So they all start laughing at me and 6'11" Billy clamps his huge hands
around my hips, and lifts me up, and up and UP -- and puts me,
standing up, in the middle of the table, locked in my smiling
bodybuilder erection pose.

Then I notice bracesfucker Larry and Bobby are both sitting right in
front of me.  Larry's bracesfucker smile is totally gleaming in the
light, and he's like, "dude, are you rreadddyyy?"  OMG ready for what
now?

So Larry and Bobby start tickling the bottom of my spread feet as I
stand on tiptoe.  Of course, all I can do is smile bigger and bigger.
I can't laugh and I can't come, but I am desperately tryin to push the
sperm outta my itchy boner!!!!

Larry's bracesfucker smile just seems to get sexier and hotter
constantly.  I wana laugh but I can't.  I wana cum but i can't.  I'm a
helpless statue now.  All I can do is watch the jocks laugh at me, and
edge and feel the sperm churning around in my remote-controlled balls.