Date: Sat, 2 Jun 2012 19:30:02 -0400 From: Unabbook <unabbook@aol.com> Subject: babyface jocks own me 13 Bzzt! Where am I? Bzzt! The sun is shining in. I'm being woken up by being given a remote control boner. In a haze, my hands go all over my cock and balls. The buzzing only went off a couple times, and then it stopped. It made me fully erect and desperate inside my hard plastic cock case. Fuck, now I remember. I've lost control to touch my dick. For lack of anything else to do, I kind of helplessly shove my fingers up my butt to try to make something happen. It just turns me on more. I need to piss real bad. I go in the bathroom and pose in the mirror at my huge boner encased in clear hard plastic. Fuck, I look so hot. I've been forced to look like a porn star with my obscenely huge boner on display. Plus, unfortunately, now I'm forced to look like a porn star permanently, since I can't release my sperm. I try to jack it which accomplishes nothing. My face is flushed. I do look sexy, but I wish I did NOT. God what is this material? It's crystal clear, but it's as hard as kryptonite. The little padlock -- glistening in the light -- hangs in front of my cock tip like a little boner drip. I realize there's a slit at the end so I can piss. But how is that going to work without dripping all over my balls. Oh wait. Okay. I lie down right across the toilet bowl with my butt in the air and my encased cock hanging down, and piss that way right into the bowl. Shit how am I gonna do that at school? I shower, thinking about Larry's bracesfucker smile, and then put on really baggy sweatpants (to somewhat hide my out of control, encased monster penis) and a black tank. Shit it is another hot day. If I wasn't so fucken skinny maybe people wouldn't notice how huge my boner is. God, if you were gona give me a 12" boner, why not some muscles too? I guess I look reasonably normal, although my face is looking so flushed!!! Hopefully nobody will rub up against my sweats and feel the monster encased boner in there. I head out. I'm sweating from the heat. When I get to school, I can hardly think in class. I sit in the back of the room with Larry's bracesfucker smile and Bobby's butt totally on my mind. I'm in my own dream world, imagining Bobby's bubble butt sitting on my face and him forcejacking me off again. My hands are in my pants under the desk -- I can't help it -- but I can't even feel anything against my raging pulsing boner. God, everyone must think I look like such a stereotypical hormonal teenage boy, with nothing on my mind but perverted sex. Obviously my boyish nature made Bobby and Larry fuck me over. I wish I wasn't such a pervert with an outsized monster boner. I can't get Bobby's baby smile out of my head. The bell rings and I pretend to be reading the boring ass geography textbook until everyone leaves. Once the coast looks vaguely clear, I go out of the room and immediately Paul jumps me, bearhugging me off the ground and is running down the hall carrying me in the air. Paul is so fucking huge -- he keeps growing and must be like 250 of solid, ripped muscles. He's got one of his hands on the cock encaser, like he can almost lift me up by my penis. Now we're in the locker room, and half the football team is there in shoulder pads and jockstraps and stuff. Not that they would think anything unusual about controlling a kid like me. They can do it anytime they want. They just laugh at me and give Paul high fives. Larry and Bobby are among the crowd, naked and just out of the shower. Shit they are walking sex!!! They're both "pretending" they have nothing to do with this, although they are smiling right at me. All these huge boyish jocks are laughing and giving Paul high fives. One muscular boyish dude with a blond buzz cut says, "dude is this your new bitch?" smiles in my face and slaps me. Paul is behind me, bouncing me on a wedgie. (Off course none of these jocks realizes the perverted nature of this PARTICULAR wedgie, and wedgies to these dudes are normal behavior.) And Paul's like, "the dude likes it! Seriously, look at his boner!" Of course my encased boner looks HUGE, but nobody can tell it IS encased, what with me being in sweat pants. Now Paul has me in a headlock from behind and begins boisterously "pretending to" jack me off. I say pretending because it looks to everyone else like Paul IS jacking me off, except I feel nothing since my cock is encased, so I never come. It is all for show to humiliate me. The buzz cut boy is laughing at me, saying "aw shit, dude! fuck!!!" and starts spitting on my face. He's laughing at me with his big white teeth. I just stare at him and wish I could spurt. Now Bobby is standing in front of me and he's all, "hey bitch, you like my smell?" Huh? Now all the jocks are watching Bobby taunt me. But I have to admit, he does smell sexy -- all clean from the shower, but he STILL smells totally like he always does, he reeks of dirty perverted teen boy sex. Bobby pulls a double muscle and says, "bitch, you wana sniff me?" All the jock are chanting, like: "Yeah! Sniff it !!!" Bobby gets closer like a couple inches away. My boyish upturned nose is overwhelmed by Bobby's sexy armpit smell. I almost feel like his smell is making my nose turn up more, shit can that even be possible? Under control of my raging hormones, I strain to get my nose in in his pit, but it can't reach. The blonde buzzcut jock now is pulling up on my two nostrils to grant the air more access. Shit, why do I have to have to wear the nose of a 8 year old? I'm like helplessly pushing my face and boyish nose straight toward Bobby's armpit, sniffing his sexy dirty underarm smell... but I can't -- quite -- touch my nose to his pit. An inch or two. He is taunting me. All the jocks are spitting on my head and laughing. "Armpit time!!! Armpit time!!!" They're all chanting. 10 jocks surround me, they're all over me, smiling. The buzzcut boy is holding up my nostrils while all the jocks shove my face in Bobby's pit, holding me there while I sniff him. I can see Larry with his biggest EVER braces fucker smile standing silently a few feet away, looking straight in my eyes, taunting me. He licks his lips to taunt me, causing spit to drip off his lower lip, in a long string, which he correctly knows turns me on. Then he gets out the remote and buzzes me repeatedly, like once every 10 seconds, to keep me on edge (the jocks don't know about the cock encasement or it's built in remote vibrator.) Bobby pulls off an inch or two, gets back in the double biceps pose, and I'm desperately thrusting my boyish nose trying to sniff his pit, but my head's being held back by the buzzcut boy who's still pulling up gently on my nose. All the jocks are saying, "Dude, they totally fucked him over!" and giving each other high fives. I need an orgasm so bad. I'm seeing spots. I can't help it and blurt out, "dudes! please masturbate me, PLEASE!!!!!" The jocks don't know what the begging means, and they think I just want to be masturbated, as opposed to not being ABLE to touch my imprisoned helpless boner. But Bobby and Larry just laugh. Anyway, not knowing the situation, all the other jocks burst into hysterical laughter at my seemingly voluntary begging. They surround me, lifting me high in the air, and then tackle me into the shower, holding my hands to stop me from touching myself.