Date: Wed, 11 May 2016 08:55:58 +0000 (UTC)
From: craigbrownmagic@yahoo.com
Subject: School Daze!      (TG)

School Daze!   By Pepperpuppy

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I tried not to cry out as one of the sixth formers held me face down on the
ground sitting on the ground infront of me while pulling my arms towards
him while both of his feet were planted firmly on my shoulders to stop me
moving forwards. While he did that the other boy lay down on top of me
thrusting excitedly in and out of my once tight little anus with his very
thick hard cock.

Worse still the only lubricant he was using was spit which he'd used on
himself missing most of his cock and instead having it land on the ground
when he tried to spit on himself so really it was like there was almost no
lubricant at all. He said he was going to be the first to fuck me while he
was excitedly trying to spit on his cock and that I'd pull the train for
him and his other five friends before he'd let me back up again.

As two of his friends had quickly held me by the arms when they raced out
from behind the changing rooms and the guy who had said he was going first
had quickly yanked my shorts down around me knees and cried out in ecstasy
that they'd struck the jackpot saying I was really a girlie boy as my red
satin panties I was wearing openly declared.

I'd been warned before about the younger boarders at our school often
ending up serving as sex dolls for the seniors staying there as well as
some of the teaching staff and had ignored the warning of walking anywhere
near the sporting ground toilet block on weekends without several friends
to accompany me.

The only reason I'd even been walking around down there was because I was
so miserable at the new school and hadn't yet made any new friends so was
aimlessly walking round nowhere in particular not even realising where I'd
been walking. If only I hadn't been so miserable I mightn't be lying on the
ground right now being fucked hard and rough.

When he had cum in me he quickly pulled out and I quickly found myself
being entered again although this time it was easier because of the slimy
cum inside of me leaking out of my anus. My initial violator was now loudly
telling the other three guys standing round and watching how tight I was
and said my panties would make a great trophy on his dorm wall.

By the time they had all had their turns at me I was simply a lifeless body
of skin and bones having quickly realised the futility of trying to
struggle, which the last two boys that use me didn't like in the slightest.

When I was allowed to go they actually hauled me up onto my feet and after
considerable humour over whether they'd give me back my shorts, grudgingly
relented and one of the boys actually help me back into them although my
red satin panties were now a trophy the first boy.

They had all ensured they took plenty of photos of the action on their
mobiles and those not actually using me at the moment quickly culled out
the blurred photos or those that didn't look interesting till everyone had
their own private montage to look at later on when they up-loaded them to
their laptops.

I felt sore, wet and sticky and violated as limped back towards my dorm
where I walked into my twin room to find my roomie (Mark someone or other)
remark "welcome to the club" as soon as he saw me. He'd said probably a
dozen words to me since we'd first met in the room and generally he was too
quiet and moody to want to know. Now however he was actually concerned for
what had happened to me and actually wanted to help me. He showed a
gentle-ness I wouldn't have thought he had as he slowly walked me to the
shower room for all the under 16's boarders staying at the school and
watched over me incase I collapsed.

I also found out that he'd already gone through what I'd just endured so he
actually could know how I felt at the moment. He told me that I should
expect to have someone to come and claim me before the end of the weekend
as his girlfriend saying he was Dan Blake's girl having been caught on only
his second day at school walking between buildings to get to a class by a
group which we decided included some of the same boys who'd fucked both of
us.

He explained that whenever this boy Dan Blake signalled him, he always met
him in one of three spare rooms where he'd then take care of Blake's needs
and it wasn't unusual to see three or four other boys doing the same thing
in the room with none of their owners (Mark's terminology) being bothered
at fucking their pets (more new terminology) in front of the others owners
at the same time.

Mark just warned me that I should hope I get someone reasonably kind
otherwise my next four or five years could be the worst of my life. I
didn't say what I'd been wearing when they caught me but I didn't need to
as Mark hurried up to me after evening tea and asked me if I'd been wearing
panties and after nodding my head, he simply said "you poor thing, quickly
ring you parents up and have them get you into another school otherwise
you'll end up one of the `chicks' and he explained to me what I was likely
headed for.

The chicks were those boys that no one claimed and therefore were available
to any student in the college boy or girl to use as they wished to. Yes, we
had a girl's boarding school over on the far ends of the grounds and who
attended to separate classes and slept separately to us although both
schools used some common facilities such as the sporting fields and the two
halls and a few of the music rooms and science labs.

The difference between a `pet' and a `chick' was that `pet owners' took
complete responsibility for their pets and were generally better treated
because of it although some owners didn't seem to care and would rent their
pets out for extra pocket money.

The chicks on the other hand were anybody's to use (including the teaching
faculty) and it wasn't unusual to see one with black eyes or split lips
wearing dirty uniforms or soiled trousers who never spoke to anyone while
walking around with haunted or vacant eyes nervously looking from side to
side resigned to their fate.

I'd seen a few already in my first two weeks so understood what mark was
telling me and phoned up my parents that evening using Mark's mobile only
to hear my father angrily tell me he'd gone to my school and it had done
wonders for him growing up so I was staying there whether I liked it or not
and hung up on me.

Around two o'clock the next afternoon while Mark and I were reading in our
dorm room the door was flung open and several boys and some of the girls
from the other side of the grounds walked in and quickly found out it was
me they wanted to see. Mark's owner was one of them which I quickly
discovered when Mark asked one of the boys "do you need anything master"
kneeling infront of a boy with short styled ginger hair and pale
complexion.

Meanwhile I was now seated between the two girls who were fussing over me
and asking all sorts of questions while showing me photographs of the six
boys who'd had sex with me. Neither of the two girls was particularly
pretty to look at although they both appeared to have large breasts and
gutter mouths to match. Just then one of the masters walked into the room
and everyone stopped what they were doing except Mark who had been made to
stay kneeling so he could service his owner.

The master (Mr Horan) simply said carry on with your pet Blake I'm not here
officially before looking at me and saying "so you're the one are you" and
then asked me "do you own these" holding up my satin panties and I needed
my head scared stiff at the tall foreboding figure infront of me.  "Are you
wearing panties at the moment" and I nodded my head silently before he
asked me "what colour little pet" and I nervously told him blue before he
ordered the two other boys standing to one side "strip him" and I was
suddenly being held down while my shorts were being dragged down showing
the light blue panties I was wearing before they were told to let me go and
thus allowing me to try and restore my small dignity pulling my shorts back
up.

"Show me the rest of them" he commanded and I quickly moved over to my
cupboard and removed a large cotton bag and opened it up and emptied all
the panties inside of it onto my bed. One of the girls remarked that I had
more pairs of knickers than she did and her friend joked that that wouldn't
have been too difficult to do as they sorted through my panty stash holding
the occasional pair up in front of them offering opinions, generally
favourable, before replacing them all back into the bag and moving over to
stand next to the other two boys.

Mr Horan then said "From now on for as long as your enrolled here you're my
new pet" and turning to the boys which now included Blake ordered them to
tell the rest of the seniors about his new property ownership and if
anything happened to me, he'd make sure he found out who the offenders were
and he'd ensure they were castrated or worse before turning to me and
telling me that as soon as he could rearrange the dorm rosters I'd be being
moved over to his school house where I'd be under the protection of his own
prefects but until then I was to continue to wear clean panties every day
and he'd check up unexpectedly to make sure I was obeying him then said
"goodbye for now pet" and walked out.

Blake said he see Mark later on before following the rest of them leaving
Mark and I alone in our dorm room. Mark looked at me and grinned before
saying "Craig, you lucky so and so. You're now going to be safe from
everyone now that Wrong-Way's your owner he told me enthusiastically.

He then told me that any teacher who claimed a pet made sure that from that
moment on their pet was untouchable from any and every one inside the
school and short of the principal and his deputy so I wouldn't have to
worry about being raped anymore which was very good news for me.

I quickly hid my panty stash away again although mark asked me if I'd loan
him a pair so I simply said he should take his pick and he took out a pair
of skin tone half briefs which had some lacy trimming around the leg
openings and he hugged me before letting go and kissing me on the cheek in
gratitude.

By lunch time the next day (Monday) word had filtered out and I was
receiving a lot of stares directed at me as well as a lot of
whispering. That evening after prep I had four young boys in my year come
in and talk to me about them and me and who was their owner and so
forth. Mr Horan had already checked on me today to ensure I was wearing
panties and on Mark's advice I'd made sure that the pair I was wearing and
every day after that until I moved were my nicest and prettiest ones I had.

Of course they asked to see my panty stash and we took turns trying them on
with me handing them each a pair of my least preferred panties to wear
which had experiencing my first oral sex where I was the recipient instead
of the victim till I acted like all the other boys had done to me and
grabbed my partners head and held it tightly while I ejaculated into his
mouth and forced him to swallow.  He actually liked it and said I was much
gentler than his present owner and he wished he was my pet.

The following weekend saw Mr Horan take me and another `pet' and his owner
who was also my Maths teacher to a town almost an hour's drive away where I
was to quickly discover that being a teacher's property was a serious
matter as first me and my new friend (Jimmy) were tattooed with our owners
name prominently shown on the cheeks of our bottoms and then pierced in
both nipples and ears with silver sleepers in our ears and heavier rings in
our nipples. It stung a little bit but not as bad as a bit later on when
after lunch we returned to the same shop where upon we both had permanent
restraint cages fastened to out penises and testicles with small pad locks
meaning we were eunuchs for all intents and purposes although our owners
held a small key on a chain which they both put around their necks. We were
both also given delicate piercings in the tiny amount of ball sack still
available to be used and a pair of heavy disks were attached to our sacks
giving the name of our owner on one and ca contact number on the other
along with our blood types.

Jimmy was told by his owner that for the moment that would be enough but Mr
Horan then instructed the man to do one more piercing for me and I was
placed in a chair which my head was then placed into a vice and told to
open my mouth and after some gagging the guy managed to pierce my tongue
and insert a sort of short post with a ball on the end of it which when it
was pushed through my tongue and clamped underneath felt than my mouth was
full of a round metal ball.

I also quickly found I was talking with a lisp which seemed to please Mr
Horan immensely as he then took me to a lingerie shop and purchased a lot
of panties and bras as well as several corsets all of which had locks at
the top of them as well as some baby doll outfits and nighties.

He said that from tomorrow onwards I'd be in his house dormitory with my
own private room just like the prefects and until I had healed from my
piercings in two weeks I was free to do whatever I wanted within school
rules.

My tongue piercing really please him and he made me answer as often as he
could which clearly demonstrated it would be impossible for me to speak
without lisping my "S" sounding words which he said made me even cuter.

The following Monday I was wearing my school uniform with panties and a
camisole underneath. Apparently all my teachers were made aware of my new
speech impediment and ensured I had to answer as few as questions as
possible in class where as I was almost always called out to write answers
on the black or whiteboard.

For the first two weeks in my new school house I spent every night in Mr
Horan's bed sleeping with him but he never tried to have sex with me
although he did teach me how to masturbate him. I also had to wash out my
lingerie and hang it up in his bathroom while he watched me wearing my new
nighties or baby doll pyjamas.

I also had to act as his serving maid for selected teacher who visited him
while wearing a black baby doll with a white apron and cap, which he seemed
to especially like when I showed him how I'd been learning secretly how to
curtsey on the evening after I'd been medically cleared.  He ended up
buying me a proper thought extremely short maid's uniform and I always wore
when I served his visitors

That evening he ravished me almost for the entire night and I was actually
limping the following morning in classes. After prep back in his private
rooms the following evening he began learning about my piercings and
quickly discovered that I had very sensitive nipples which made him smile
but best of all was my mouth which always had him cuming quickly in it,
curtesy of the large silver ball on my tongue.

All of my subject teachers grew to know my mouth very intimately as well
over the following months although only Mr Horan was allowed to fuck my
arse and he sure did, too many times to remember. A couple of months later
Jimmy was also sporting a tongue piercing after we were both taken to the
same store again where I was needed to hold his hand because he was
frightened and had asked for me to accompany him when it was done.

By the end of September I was a firm favourite of the entire teaching
faculty and administration staff including even the ladies who taught me
that my mouth could be just as enjoyable for them as it was for their male
colleagues. I was also wearing the girl's schools blouses and slacks around
as uniform without any concern for how it would appear to anyone visiting
the school and as my hair grew longer a lot of the parents mistook me for a
girl student.

By the end of the year several other `owners' had had their `pets' made to
look like me including all the piercings and tattoos.

The following year saw Mr Horan decide to train my anus better so as to
take more than just his cock and my `blossoming'(and not so little) rosebud
was subjected to insertions with some very large objects with some being
held in place by straps for hours on end. When I was wearing skirts instead
of slacks (another of my dispensations) my various teachers would often
place a hand under my skirt to see how thick the object was inside of me.

The training worked because Mr Horan started fucking me without needing
lubrication which he and I agreed we actually preferred. By the end of my
second year I was the complete sex toy for my owner and remained that until
I graduated where I became a private escort and a millionaire before I was
twenty one.

Dad seemed quite proud of that and although he know how I made my money he
didn't care as long as I was successful which he put down to the high
school I had attended. The same one as he had.