Merry Christmas!
“Nah, fuck that noise.”
“Nah, fuck that noise.”
“Why? Are we scared?”
"Don't be ridiculous."
"Then come on... Mikey would love it if you can come to his party... And I'd love it too!"
"I don't think that matters to me all that much..."
Jordan glared at Sven. The confident blond was wearing a smirk after his rude comment, displaying the confidence he holds in his charm. After he realized Jordan wasn't falling victim, he laughed lightly and shook his head.
"Just joking Jordan, just kidding... but seriously, I'm not sure. I'll try though. Okay?"
Jordan and Sven were chilling in the hallway of Saint Bernard High School. Standing against their lockers as the High School aged adolescents walked past them, socializing on the way to their next class. Having the sort of conversations you'd expect adolescent boys to be having with other adolescent boys. Some talking about their girlfriends, some talking about what they'd do if they had one. Some were talking about that party they went to the other day. Other's being as gay as only straight boys who are among other straight boys can be. But almost all were socially budding boys with smiles on their wide variance of faces. Jordan was looking around when he noticed one boy who caught his attention.
The boy was wearing the Saint Bernard attire, khakis and dress shirt, just like the rest. He was wearing a nice tie, just like some. Blue tie over a white dress shirt and baggy khakis. In this way, he wasn't out of place. He looked young, probably a freshman Jordan thought. But this didn't make him unique. He also had a large black backpack. This was something noteworthy, but hardly something unique in a high school.
"See that kid over there at his locker?" Jordan pointed. Sven followed Jordan's finger and he saw a slim kid with his back facing them. He was small, his backpack blocked much of his frame but his jet black medium hair was visible sitting on his head. However, he was the only one in the corridor that wasn't associating with someone else at the moment. If this is what sparked Jordan's curiosity, or if it was just fate being the control freak it's known to be, is unclear. But Jordan was focused on the young lonely boy.
"Black hair, by himself? Backpack bigger than he is?" Sven asked.
"Yeah."
"What about him?"
The kid turned around with his head down. But Jordan could see his face as he turned his head. He looked a bit sad, but he had a cute face and big brown eyes.
"He's kinda cute..." Jordan said.
"I guess..."
"Hey, you. Kid. Black hair and backpack." Jordan said loudly as the kid started to walk past them.
The kid stopped walking and looked at Jordan, confused. He then looked around him, trying to figure out who the fit flamboyant upperclassman was referring to. He saw no one stopping and turned back to Jordan.
"Yes you. Come over here." Jordan said laughing to himself.
The kid looked hesitant. Both Jordan and Sven were strong, mostly developed and much, much bigger than he was. The kid was small in comparison, in more ways than just one. He still wasn't entirely sure on where everything was in this school, and he had trouble making friends. This was a scenario he wasn't well versed it.
"Come on..." Jordan said, signaling him to come over. "We don't got all day, do we?"
The cute kid looked at Jordan with his big brown eyes. He nodded and moved through the crowd to walk up to Jordan and Sven. His black hair was sitting softly on his head. It looked like he spent a bit of time on it. Not that anyone would notice, he thought.
"Nice hair." Jordan said.
"Thanks..." The kid smiled.
"I'm Jordan. What's your name?" Jordan asked.
"Greg." Greg said, not feeling as uncomfortable as he felt on the walk over.
Sven shifted slightly. "Greg... Gregory... Greg-OR-E...Greeeggggooorrrryyy..."
"Shut up Sven."
Sven laughed and shook his head. His eyes were on Greg.
"You're a freshman?" Jordan asked. Both upperclassman were focused on Greg at this point.
"Yeah..." Greg responded.
"So, you don't know who I am?" Sven asked.
"No."
Sven shook his head and sighed.
"Ignore Sven here. He thinks he's hot shit because he's the captain of the Wrestling team."
"Hey! I am hot shit, okay? I am the hottest shit in the school." Greg giggled at Sven's comment. Sven turned to Greg as he heard his cute laugh. Sven smiled warmly at Greg.
"Yeah, yeah." Jordan said laughing.
"But, Greg..." Sven got up off the locker he was leaning on. Greg was watching with his big ol' eyes. Greg had a nice smile on, as he was feeling safe and felt it okay to show it off. Greg looked like a young cute kid who's talking to some newfound friends in a place where he didn't feel like he had any friends. His eyes were glimmering, a resting smile that curved into nice dimples, and his short medium black hair was well kept and looked great on the lanky freshman.
Sven smiled at Greg as he started feeling... differently towards Greg. He felt oddly attracted to him. His big brown eyes, his nice black hair. Very boyish face and expression. Youthful and sweet. Sven shook these thoughts out of his head.
"Greg. I am Sven, the Captain... of the wrestling team. And the most important person in this school. I am... The King, of Saint Bernard High School."
"Oh really?" Greg asked all perky.
"Yes, really." Sven asserted.
"It's true. People do whatever Sven asks them to. His word is more gospel than gospel." Jordan added.
"My... well, I feel stupid for not recognizing you earlier... oh great one." Greg said sarcastically.
"Actually, I prefer to be called 'Daddy' by the underclassman." Sven said.
Greg laughed and moved his hand up to his mouth. Something about that really caught Sven and made me feel... bubbly. Greg looked really cute. Sven smiled, then realized something. Sven realized that didn't like how he felt at the moment. Sven shook his smile off.
"That's not a joke Greg." Sven said sternly.
"Come on Sven..." Greg replied playfully
"I'm serious Greg." Sven responded less playfully.
Sven looked firm. His strong Scandinavian face was unwavering, and he was focused on the thought of being called Daddy. And nothing else. He refused to let his mind wander.
Greg turned to Jordan. The pink haired hottie who was sporting a dark blue dress shirt, just shrugged.
"I... I'm not calling you Daddy..." Greg said with a nervous laugh.
Sven's stoic expression didn't change. This was starting to make the freshman uncomfortable. Greg began to shift in place. His eyes jumped around, as he looked at the floor.
"Uhhh... I have t-"
Sven grabbed Greg by his shoulder and threw him against the lockers behind him. The freshman was shaken, not expecting this. Even Jordan didn't expect this, and jumped back.
Sven's blue eyes stared deeply into Greg's brown eyes. Greg looked frightened.
"Wa-wa-wait. I-I-"
Sven punched Greg in his stomach, knocking the wind out of the lanky freshman. Greg doubled over, clutching his stomach. Sven grabbed Greg's hair and lifted his head up.
"Come on Greg. Don't be like this..." Sven said with frightening calm.
"Okayokay... " Greg scurried out, just finding his breath. "Please, I'm sorry."
"I know you are. Now..."
"Please let me go." Greg said, nervously shaking.
Sven punched Greg in his stomach again, causing the boy to lose his breath he just found. He tried to drop to his knees and curl up but Sven held his head against the lockers. His bookbag was causing his neck to bend back. His bookbag was too big, and keeping his back off the lockers.
"Say it Greg." Sven said, still uncomfortably calm.
"Daddy, daddy. You're daddy." Greg said, hoping this would get him out of this rude situation.
"What do you want Daddy to do?" Sven asked, getting closer.
"Let me go. Please..."
"You want Daddy to let you go so you can drop to the floor... like the pathetic freshman you are?"
Greg nodded furiously. Sven shot his large hand into Greg's crotch, latching onto whatever he could grab onto, which happened to be the young freshman's dick and balls. Greg instantly gasped, and struggled as he realized what was happening. The upperclassman clenched his fist around the freshman's package, mushing all of the meat together. Greg whined in a high pitch, and wrapped his hands around Sven's wrist.
"Oh god, please stop." Greg whined, with some very obvious fear in his voice.
"I'm Daddy..." Sven emphasized as he twisted his hand. Greg squirmed and shrieked in place. Some people were starting to stop walking and watch this scene unfold. Pointing, laughing.
"What's Sven doing to that Freshman?"
"Crushing his nards, haha."
"Yeah, he has them in a death grip, look."
"You will refer to me by my name." Sven said, fixed and sturdy.
"Let go Daddy... please!" Greg took a sharp intake after he finished the sentence.
"Maybe. Ask me to squeeze harder." Sven spoke sadistically.
"They're breaking... I can't-"
Sven squeezed harder and pulled on Greg's nuts. The freshman squealed, and fell onto Sven. Sven pushed him back against the locker with his other hand.
"I don't think you're in a situation where you can risk not doing what I ask. So... tell Daddy what you want..." Sven said, growing a smile. He was starting to really enjoy this.
"Daddy... please squeeze me harder." Greg whimpered in a high pitch, with his eyes shut.
"Squeeze what harder?"
"My ballsAAA" Greg's voice unexpectedly raised as Sven raised Greg's nuts, causing the small freshman to stand on his tiptoes. . A crowd was starting to form.
"Only because you asked so nicely. And Daddy is here for you, honey..." Sven said licking his lips. He turned to Jordan. "You wanna have some fun with Greg here?"
"Nah, I'm good. Class should be starting soon anyways." Jordan said smiling. He was enjoying seeing Sven do this. He always wished Sven would do this sort of thing more often. No one else really could, but Sven.
Sven nodded and turned back to Greg.
"Open your eyes Greg."
Greg opened his eyes and saw the crowd around him. Staring at him getting his nuts crushed, entirely powerless. His peers were laughing at him, pointing. He was humiliated. He closed his eyes again, forgetting why he opened them to begin with. Sven reminded him with a swift tug backwards. Greg gagged and fell onto Sven again. This time Sven let Greg rest on him.
"You're our bitch Greg. You get that?"
Greg nodded.
"Daddy needs to HEAR YOU!"
"OKAYOKAY." Greg let out as he felt his balls cause him even more agony. He just wanted this to end.
"What are you?"
"Daddy's bitch..." Greg said weakly.
"That's right Greg... haha. That's right. Your balls are ours, got it?"
"Yes Daddy..."
The crowd that gathered was laughing. Hearing this poor Freshman get humiliated by the captain of the wrestling team isn't something that happens all the time. However, Greg was not feeling as lucky. Greg really just wanted to die at the moment.
"If you see either me or my friend Jordan here, you're to come up to us. Spread your legs and let us kick you in the balls. And if you see me, and you don't do that. I will know. And you will regret it." Sven emphasized, changing his grip to a much more direct and painful grasp. He furthered his pressure when he found his grip, causing Greg to start whining again. Tears were starting to roll down his cute soft and currently red cheek.
"Do you understand."
"Y-yes... daddy. I understand..." Weeped Greg.
"Good." Sven said satisfied. Just to add an exclamation point he quickly tugged back on Greg's nuts, pulling the freshman by his ball chords. Then, just as quickly, Sven shot the same fist back towards the lockers, slamming Greg against the lockers using his own balls. Greg screamed out a most painful scream and Sven mercifully let go. Greg fell to the floor, crying and holding onto his mangled balls. With his large bookbag still on his back, he lied there. Curled up, face down. Miserable.
Sven had a smile as he looked down at Greg. The crowd watched Greg too, talking among themselves.
"That was hilarious!"
"I wonder what he did to deserve that."
"He's a freshman, Sven doesn't need a reason."
"He's not going to be able to walk for a week!"
The bell rang, and the crowd quickly dispersed, realizing they're going to be late for class.
"Shit, we're gonna be late Sven." Jordan said, pulling on Sven's arm inching towards their next class.
Sven stared at the weeping carcass on the floor. He rubbed his chin and nodded "Yeah... let's go."
The two boys left with the crowd. The only one who didn't leave was Greg, the freshman. He heard the bell ring, but was unable to care. All he could think about was the overwhelming pain and humiliation he just went through. Unable to move, crying on the floor. His boy bits crippling him, forcing him to be in this state of painful incapacitation. All he can do is be in the fetal position and cradle his pained manhood. It doesn't help, but it's the only thing he can do right now. Outside of cry of course. And moan. And breath uncomfortably.
After some time, Greg was able to look around and realize there's no one else around to look at him in his humiliated position. He slowly came to realize that class already started. He tried to push himself off the floor, but he was weak. And his bookbag was just so heavy. He didn't need the extra pressure on his back, but it was there. And the thought to move it didn't occur to him. His mind was focused on the terrible agony he was experiencing. His slim arm was buried between his baggy khakis, shaking. His face was red, acting like he was trying to do his 100th chin up in under 5 minutes. Grimacing, grunting, trying to get to his feet. But he was too weak and fell back to the floor. He curled back up and accepted that he was going to be really late to biology.
The boy was wearing the Saint Bernard attire, khakis and dress shirt, just like the rest. He was wearing a nice tie, just like some. Blue tie over a white dress shirt and baggy khakis. In this way, he wasn't out of place. He looked young, probably a freshman Jordan thought. But this didn't make him unique. He also had a large black backpack. This was something noteworthy, but hardly something unique in a high school.
"See that kid over there at his locker?" Jordan pointed. Sven followed Jordan's finger and he saw a slim kid with his back facing them. He was small, his backpack blocked much of his frame but his jet black medium hair was visible sitting on his head. However, he was the only one in the corridor that wasn't associating with someone else at the moment. If this is what sparked Jordan's curiosity, or if it was just fate being the control freak it's known to be, is unclear. But Jordan was focused on the young lonely boy.
"Black hair, by himself? Backpack bigger than he is?" Sven asked.
"Yeah."
"What about him?"
The kid turned around with his head down. But Jordan could see his face as he turned his head. He looked a bit sad, but he had a cute face and big brown eyes.
"He's kinda cute..." Jordan said.
"I guess..."
"Hey, you. Kid. Black hair and backpack." Jordan said loudly as the kid started to walk past them.
The kid stopped walking and looked at Jordan, confused. He then looked around him, trying to figure out who the fit flamboyant upperclassman was referring to. He saw no one stopping and turned back to Jordan.
"Yes you. Come over here." Jordan said laughing to himself.
The kid looked hesitant. Both Jordan and Sven were strong, mostly developed and much, much bigger than he was. The kid was small in comparison, in more ways than just one. He still wasn't entirely sure on where everything was in this school, and he had trouble making friends. This was a scenario he wasn't well versed it.
"Come on..." Jordan said, signaling him to come over. "We don't got all day, do we?"
The cute kid looked at Jordan with his big brown eyes. He nodded and moved through the crowd to walk up to Jordan and Sven. His black hair was sitting softly on his head. It looked like he spent a bit of time on it. Not that anyone would notice, he thought.
"Nice hair." Jordan said.
"Thanks..." The kid smiled.
"I'm Jordan. What's your name?" Jordan asked.
"Greg." Greg said, not feeling as uncomfortable as he felt on the walk over.
Sven shifted slightly. "Greg... Gregory... Greg-OR-E...Greeeggggooorrrryyy..."
"Shut up Sven."
Sven laughed and shook his head. His eyes were on Greg.
"You're a freshman?" Jordan asked. Both upperclassman were focused on Greg at this point.
"Yeah..." Greg responded.
"So, you don't know who I am?" Sven asked.
"No."
Sven shook his head and sighed.
"Ignore Sven here. He thinks he's hot shit because he's the captain of the Wrestling team."
"Hey! I am hot shit, okay? I am the hottest shit in the school." Greg giggled at Sven's comment. Sven turned to Greg as he heard his cute laugh. Sven smiled warmly at Greg.
"Yeah, yeah." Jordan said laughing.
"But, Greg..." Sven got up off the locker he was leaning on. Greg was watching with his big ol' eyes. Greg had a nice smile on, as he was feeling safe and felt it okay to show it off. Greg looked like a young cute kid who's talking to some newfound friends in a place where he didn't feel like he had any friends. His eyes were glimmering, a resting smile that curved into nice dimples, and his short medium black hair was well kept and looked great on the lanky freshman.
Sven smiled at Greg as he started feeling... differently towards Greg. He felt oddly attracted to him. His big brown eyes, his nice black hair. Very boyish face and expression. Youthful and sweet. Sven shook these thoughts out of his head.
"Greg. I am Sven, the Captain... of the wrestling team. And the most important person in this school. I am... The King, of Saint Bernard High School."
"Oh really?" Greg asked all perky.
"Yes, really." Sven asserted.
"It's true. People do whatever Sven asks them to. His word is more gospel than gospel." Jordan added.
"My... well, I feel stupid for not recognizing you earlier... oh great one." Greg said sarcastically.
"Actually, I prefer to be called 'Daddy' by the underclassman." Sven said.
Greg laughed and moved his hand up to his mouth. Something about that really caught Sven and made me feel... bubbly. Greg looked really cute. Sven smiled, then realized something. Sven realized that didn't like how he felt at the moment. Sven shook his smile off.
"That's not a joke Greg." Sven said sternly.
"Come on Sven..." Greg replied playfully
"I'm serious Greg." Sven responded less playfully.
Sven looked firm. His strong Scandinavian face was unwavering, and he was focused on the thought of being called Daddy. And nothing else. He refused to let his mind wander.
Greg turned to Jordan. The pink haired hottie who was sporting a dark blue dress shirt, just shrugged.
"I... I'm not calling you Daddy..." Greg said with a nervous laugh.
Sven's stoic expression didn't change. This was starting to make the freshman uncomfortable. Greg began to shift in place. His eyes jumped around, as he looked at the floor.
"Uhhh... I have t-"
Sven grabbed Greg by his shoulder and threw him against the lockers behind him. The freshman was shaken, not expecting this. Even Jordan didn't expect this, and jumped back.
Sven's blue eyes stared deeply into Greg's brown eyes. Greg looked frightened.
"Wa-wa-wait. I-I-"
Sven punched Greg in his stomach, knocking the wind out of the lanky freshman. Greg doubled over, clutching his stomach. Sven grabbed Greg's hair and lifted his head up.
"Come on Greg. Don't be like this..." Sven said with frightening calm.
"Okayokay... " Greg scurried out, just finding his breath. "Please, I'm sorry."
"I know you are. Now..."
"Please let me go." Greg said, nervously shaking.
Sven punched Greg in his stomach again, causing the boy to lose his breath he just found. He tried to drop to his knees and curl up but Sven held his head against the lockers. His bookbag was causing his neck to bend back. His bookbag was too big, and keeping his back off the lockers.
"Say it Greg." Sven said, still uncomfortably calm.
"Daddy, daddy. You're daddy." Greg said, hoping this would get him out of this rude situation.
"What do you want Daddy to do?" Sven asked, getting closer.
"Let me go. Please..."
"You want Daddy to let you go so you can drop to the floor... like the pathetic freshman you are?"
Greg nodded furiously. Sven shot his large hand into Greg's crotch, latching onto whatever he could grab onto, which happened to be the young freshman's dick and balls. Greg instantly gasped, and struggled as he realized what was happening. The upperclassman clenched his fist around the freshman's package, mushing all of the meat together. Greg whined in a high pitch, and wrapped his hands around Sven's wrist.
"Oh god, please stop." Greg whined, with some very obvious fear in his voice.
"I'm Daddy..." Sven emphasized as he twisted his hand. Greg squirmed and shrieked in place. Some people were starting to stop walking and watch this scene unfold. Pointing, laughing.
"What's Sven doing to that Freshman?"
"Crushing his nards, haha."
"Yeah, he has them in a death grip, look."
"You will refer to me by my name." Sven said, fixed and sturdy.
"Let go Daddy... please!" Greg took a sharp intake after he finished the sentence.
"Maybe. Ask me to squeeze harder." Sven spoke sadistically.
"They're breaking... I can't-"
Sven squeezed harder and pulled on Greg's nuts. The freshman squealed, and fell onto Sven. Sven pushed him back against the locker with his other hand.
"I don't think you're in a situation where you can risk not doing what I ask. So... tell Daddy what you want..." Sven said, growing a smile. He was starting to really enjoy this.
"Daddy... please squeeze me harder." Greg whimpered in a high pitch, with his eyes shut.
"Squeeze what harder?"
"My ballsAAA" Greg's voice unexpectedly raised as Sven raised Greg's nuts, causing the small freshman to stand on his tiptoes. . A crowd was starting to form.
"Only because you asked so nicely. And Daddy is here for you, honey..." Sven said licking his lips. He turned to Jordan. "You wanna have some fun with Greg here?"
"Nah, I'm good. Class should be starting soon anyways." Jordan said smiling. He was enjoying seeing Sven do this. He always wished Sven would do this sort of thing more often. No one else really could, but Sven.
Sven nodded and turned back to Greg.
"Open your eyes Greg."
Greg opened his eyes and saw the crowd around him. Staring at him getting his nuts crushed, entirely powerless. His peers were laughing at him, pointing. He was humiliated. He closed his eyes again, forgetting why he opened them to begin with. Sven reminded him with a swift tug backwards. Greg gagged and fell onto Sven again. This time Sven let Greg rest on him.
"You're our bitch Greg. You get that?"
Greg nodded.
"Daddy needs to HEAR YOU!"
"OKAYOKAY." Greg let out as he felt his balls cause him even more agony. He just wanted this to end.
"What are you?"
"Daddy's bitch..." Greg said weakly.
"That's right Greg... haha. That's right. Your balls are ours, got it?"
"Yes Daddy..."
The crowd that gathered was laughing. Hearing this poor Freshman get humiliated by the captain of the wrestling team isn't something that happens all the time. However, Greg was not feeling as lucky. Greg really just wanted to die at the moment.
"If you see either me or my friend Jordan here, you're to come up to us. Spread your legs and let us kick you in the balls. And if you see me, and you don't do that. I will know. And you will regret it." Sven emphasized, changing his grip to a much more direct and painful grasp. He furthered his pressure when he found his grip, causing Greg to start whining again. Tears were starting to roll down his cute soft and currently red cheek.
"Do you understand."
"Y-yes... daddy. I understand..." Weeped Greg.
"Good." Sven said satisfied. Just to add an exclamation point he quickly tugged back on Greg's nuts, pulling the freshman by his ball chords. Then, just as quickly, Sven shot the same fist back towards the lockers, slamming Greg against the lockers using his own balls. Greg screamed out a most painful scream and Sven mercifully let go. Greg fell to the floor, crying and holding onto his mangled balls. With his large bookbag still on his back, he lied there. Curled up, face down. Miserable.
Sven had a smile as he looked down at Greg. The crowd watched Greg too, talking among themselves.
"That was hilarious!"
"I wonder what he did to deserve that."
"He's a freshman, Sven doesn't need a reason."
"He's not going to be able to walk for a week!"
The bell rang, and the crowd quickly dispersed, realizing they're going to be late for class.
"Shit, we're gonna be late Sven." Jordan said, pulling on Sven's arm inching towards their next class.
Sven stared at the weeping carcass on the floor. He rubbed his chin and nodded "Yeah... let's go."
The two boys left with the crowd. The only one who didn't leave was Greg, the freshman. He heard the bell ring, but was unable to care. All he could think about was the overwhelming pain and humiliation he just went through. Unable to move, crying on the floor. His boy bits crippling him, forcing him to be in this state of painful incapacitation. All he can do is be in the fetal position and cradle his pained manhood. It doesn't help, but it's the only thing he can do right now. Outside of cry of course. And moan. And breath uncomfortably.
After some time, Greg was able to look around and realize there's no one else around to look at him in his humiliated position. He slowly came to realize that class already started. He tried to push himself off the floor, but he was weak. And his bookbag was just so heavy. He didn't need the extra pressure on his back, but it was there. And the thought to move it didn't occur to him. His mind was focused on the terrible agony he was experiencing. His slim arm was buried between his baggy khakis, shaking. His face was red, acting like he was trying to do his 100th chin up in under 5 minutes. Grimacing, grunting, trying to get to his feet. But he was too weak and fell back to the floor. He curled back up and accepted that he was going to be really late to biology.
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