Jordan laughed at Sven's previous comment, which was the greatest joke ever told. After he calmed down, rubbed the tears out of his eye and was finally able to use his voice. "Holy shit dude, that was awesome."
"You're welcome. You won't get that kind of humor in Big Mouth!" Sven said, referring to the hit Netflix original which has garnered mixed reviews. Some love the crude, relatable, raw ugliness of puberty, but other's find the art to be nasty to look at, and the humor to be the lazy end of raunchy, which only gets by on the wow factor.
"Ehh, it's a different kind of humor. I think Big Mouth is fucking awesome."
"That's what everyone says, but I hated the first episode." Sven replied.
"What!? How!?"
"It was stupid. Like, the humor was very... juvenile." Sven scoffed.
"What!? Have you never been through puberty?" Jordan asked Sven, who's young high school body was bulging through his tight uniform. The corner of Sven raised his eye at this bogus accusation. He raised his hands up and ran them down his sculptured young adult figure.
"No, I've never been through puberty. I came out of my mother looking like this." Sven blankly stated.
"That poor pussy. Tore her in two." Jordan said laughing with Sven.
"Haha, yeah. Bless her soul."
Sven looked towards the sea of students around him. He remembered a couple days ago, the last even day, Jordan found Greg walking down the corridor they were in right then and there. And what is meant by the term 'even day', is day 2, 4, or 6. There are 6 days in the Saint Bernard High School schedule, because they follow Block Scheduling.
How this works, is there are 6 days in a cycle. Even days, you have 2 classes (each 1 class is 40 minutes) in a row of a specific core class, such as Bio or Math. Then, the next day, you have 2 classes in a row of the class you didn't have the day before. So, for example. Greg has 2 classes worth of Bio in a row and 2 classes of Global 1 on even days. On odd days, he has 2 classes in a row of Algebra 1, and Freshman English, respectively. This system receives mixed reviews.
Anyways, the last even day, Greg was walking by and met the acquaintance of the Captain of the Wrestling Team. Sven busted his young balls with no mercy. Sven remembered this very well and realized he wanted to see Greg again. He enjoyed their interaction and Sven was enjoying the thought of punishing those freshman nuts of his. Sven loved feeling them, he loved making Greg his bitch. But simply, Sven wouldn't admit it, however Sven thought Greg was really cute and just simply wanted more interactions with him.
Sven saw Greg walking down the hallway, somewhat quickly. His head was down, but Sven could easily recognize him. Not only did he have the same large bookbag, but the hair was the same, and Sven could see the side of Greg's cute face. Sven remembered Greg's face well. It was small and scared. To Sven, Greg was reminescent of a puppy.
Before Greg walked too far away, Sven moved his hand out and grabbed onto Greg's tie. Greg swung around and instantly grew terrified. His freshman hands shook as they first tried to pry Sven's hands off, but soon were just shaking nervously on Sven's hand. Greg's coca eyes darted around, and Sven could tell without a shadow of a doubt, that Greg was horrified to see him. The smaller pup was no match for the alpha male, and the hound could do whatever he wanted.
"Woah, dude. Calm down." Sven said with a comforting smile as he let go of Greg's tie. "Sorry for grabbing your tie like that... you don't have to be scared. We're friends, right?" Sven said, putting his hand on Greg's shoulder. Greg jumped at the touch, but realized it's intentions after a moment. He looked up at the Captain of the Wrestling Team's easy expression and Greg's young face rested a bit.
"You're welcome. You won't get that kind of humor in Big Mouth!" Sven said, referring to the hit Netflix original which has garnered mixed reviews. Some love the crude, relatable, raw ugliness of puberty, but other's find the art to be nasty to look at, and the humor to be the lazy end of raunchy, which only gets by on the wow factor.
"Ehh, it's a different kind of humor. I think Big Mouth is fucking awesome."
"That's what everyone says, but I hated the first episode." Sven replied.
"What!? How!?"
"It was stupid. Like, the humor was very... juvenile." Sven scoffed.
"What!? Have you never been through puberty?" Jordan asked Sven, who's young high school body was bulging through his tight uniform. The corner of Sven raised his eye at this bogus accusation. He raised his hands up and ran them down his sculptured young adult figure.
"No, I've never been through puberty. I came out of my mother looking like this." Sven blankly stated.
"That poor pussy. Tore her in two." Jordan said laughing with Sven.
"Haha, yeah. Bless her soul."
Sven looked towards the sea of students around him. He remembered a couple days ago, the last even day, Jordan found Greg walking down the corridor they were in right then and there. And what is meant by the term 'even day', is day 2, 4, or 6. There are 6 days in the Saint Bernard High School schedule, because they follow Block Scheduling.
How this works, is there are 6 days in a cycle. Even days, you have 2 classes (each 1 class is 40 minutes) in a row of a specific core class, such as Bio or Math. Then, the next day, you have 2 classes in a row of the class you didn't have the day before. So, for example. Greg has 2 classes worth of Bio in a row and 2 classes of Global 1 on even days. On odd days, he has 2 classes in a row of Algebra 1, and Freshman English, respectively. This system receives mixed reviews.
Anyways, the last even day, Greg was walking by and met the acquaintance of the Captain of the Wrestling Team. Sven busted his young balls with no mercy. Sven remembered this very well and realized he wanted to see Greg again. He enjoyed their interaction and Sven was enjoying the thought of punishing those freshman nuts of his. Sven loved feeling them, he loved making Greg his bitch. But simply, Sven wouldn't admit it, however Sven thought Greg was really cute and just simply wanted more interactions with him.
Sven saw Greg walking down the hallway, somewhat quickly. His head was down, but Sven could easily recognize him. Not only did he have the same large bookbag, but the hair was the same, and Sven could see the side of Greg's cute face. Sven remembered Greg's face well. It was small and scared. To Sven, Greg was reminescent of a puppy.
Before Greg walked too far away, Sven moved his hand out and grabbed onto Greg's tie. Greg swung around and instantly grew terrified. His freshman hands shook as they first tried to pry Sven's hands off, but soon were just shaking nervously on Sven's hand. Greg's coca eyes darted around, and Sven could tell without a shadow of a doubt, that Greg was horrified to see him. The smaller pup was no match for the alpha male, and the hound could do whatever he wanted.
"Woah, dude. Calm down." Sven said with a comforting smile as he let go of Greg's tie. "Sorry for grabbing your tie like that... you don't have to be scared. We're friends, right?" Sven said, putting his hand on Greg's shoulder. Greg jumped at the touch, but realized it's intentions after a moment. He looked up at the Captain of the Wrestling Team's easy expression and Greg's young face rested a bit.
"Right Jordan?" Sven asked, turning to Jordan.
"Yeah. Relax Greg." Jordan replied with softness that comes natural.
Greg relaxed. He let out a sigh and a tired smile. "I gotta get to class soon."
"Yeah, I'm sure. What class is it?"
"Bio."
"Bio? I remember my Biology class. I had it with Ms. Andersen. Nice lady, huge rack, it was awesome." Sven said.
"Haha. I have her too." Greg replied, thinking about her breasts. They jiggled very nicely in the tight shirts she always seems to wear.
"You do? Lucky... looking at those jugs in those tight shirts she always wears. She's in an all boys high school too, you just know it's on purpose." Sven commented.
"Haha, yeah. She always wears tight skirts too. I never learn a damn thing in that class." Greg said trying to please Sven.
"Haha, my man." Sven said, pulling Greg in for a comforting interaction.
Jordan added in. "I had Mr. Duffy. He always looked pretty decent too. For a DILF at least."
"DILF? Dad I'd like to Fuck?" Sven asked.
"Yeah."
"That sounds fucking terrible. MILF sounds way more natural." Sven said, making a face to accompany his distaste.
"Not really. Only because we're used to MILF more. DILF would sound more natural if that was the popular one." Jordan said, matter-of-factly.
"DILF sounds like a word you'd use to describe an idiot ." Greg chine in.
"Hahaha! That's fucking true. Jordan, you fucking DILF!" Sven said smiling wide.
"Whatever." Jordan said laughing too.
"Ha.... well. Class is starting soon. Spread 'em Greg." Sven said, turning back to Greg.
Greg's face went from one of easy glee, to one of scared worry. He stared at Sven, not sure what to say.
"Come on! Don't want to be late for class, do you? Or did you forget what Daddy told you last time?"
Greg did not forget, it was only two days ago. Sven had him by the balls and told him that every time Sven or Jordan saw him, he was to go up to them and spread his legs and wait for a kick in the balls. Greg's balls were still sore, and they were still bigger than they were before their interaction. The pain was etched in Greg's young mind; he never felt anything like that before. Greg really didn't want to feel anything like this again.
Greg nodded slowly.
"Good. Spread them. Unless you liked what happened last time. I know, personally, I loved the feeling of your small freshman nuts in my hands..." Sven said sadistically, causing Greg to shrink.
Greg was feeling very stressed out, and terribly uncomfortable. Greg did not want it to get worse, but he also really didn't want to get kicked in the balls. He tried to find some words, but the cat got his tongue. He covered his crotch with his hands, and tried to back up. Sven grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close, getting uncomfortably close to Greg.
Greg whimpered and started to feel very cramped. The large upperclassman was towering over him, looking down at him, making Greg feel like the situation was out of his control. Sven closed his eyes and inhaled through his nose. He let out a sigh and opened his cold, but light blue eyes as his smile grew .
"I can smell the fear on you. You know it's going to happen." Sven shook Greg who cried out again. He was shaking, still clutching his balls with all he can control.
With sick pleasure, Sven moved his mouth to Greg's forehead and pushed his breath out with a formidable, dominating wind that sounded like "Don't make me work for it."
Greg closed his eyes and tried to relax. He knew trying was going to be pointless. Sven's bigger and stronger. There's nothing Greg can do but accept he's going to get his balls bashed.
Greg breathed out slowly and unlocked his hands, leaving his jewels wide open. Sven didn't waste a moment, pulling his hand back, and sending a mean low punch, straight to Greg's crotch. The fist connected with Greg's adolescent bulge which still has space to grow; but that's later. At the moment, it was flattened with authority as Sven's fist rushed into it, sending a shock wave through the freshman's entire body. Greg yelped as his body instinctively doubled over and he tried to drop to his knees. But Sven didn't let that happen. That wouldn't teach Greg anything. Greg needs to learn to obey on command.
Greg breathed out slowly and unlocked his hands, leaving his jewels wide open. Sven didn't waste a moment, pulling his hand back, and sending a mean low punch, straight to Greg's crotch. The fist connected with Greg's adolescent bulge which still has space to grow; but that's later. At the moment, it was flattened with authority as Sven's fist rushed into it, sending a shock wave through the freshman's entire body. Greg yelped as his body instinctively doubled over and he tried to drop to his knees. But Sven didn't let that happen. That wouldn't teach Greg anything. Greg needs to learn to obey on command.
Sven grabbed Greg by his boyhood as his large fist was still buried in Greg's khakis. Sven grasped it fully and closed his hand as close to entirely as he could. As Greg fell to the floor, he felt his balls and dick fully compressed in Sven's glove, which held them in place as his lanky freshman body fell towards the floor.
Greg shrieked again as he felt his ball chords hold him up. He stammered as he tried to find his footing, whimpering like a child trying to get their feet off the hot pavement. When Greg finally found his position, Sven shook him violently and pulled him back into the lockers, throwing him face first. Sven's hand slammed into the lockers along with Greg's body, but that was fine. Sven was more than happy to keep the grip he had.
A crowd started to form again, watching Sven do something they watched a couple days ago.
"Again? That poor kid."
"It's hilarious though! Sven is awesome!"
"You wouldn't be saying that if it were you."
Sven pulled back again, this time dazing Greg who fell downwards. Sven halted his fall with a crushing of the lemons, shooting a sour feeling throughout Greg's wracked body as his feet tried to keep his balls from getting ripped from their homes. Greg couldn't even whimper as he held onto Sven's arm for dear life, as the small freshman was convinced the agony couldn't get worse.
"Make a noise if you understand me."
Greg made a low, sad noise.
"Next time... listen... Greg... because I'm more then happy with doing this every other day, if you're going to make things... difficult..." Sven asserted, twisting his hand as he ended his sentence. Greg felt his body get more and more overwhelmed with terrible agony, he couldn't breath through it. Greg just wanted Sven to stop hurting him. But all the scrawny freshman could do was hold onto the seniors strong arm while making silent whimpers as his eyes filled with tears.
"Understand?"
Greg responded with a nod and a tightening of his hands around Sven's arm.
"Tell Daddy that you understand him..." Sven said sadistically.
"I-I unders-stand DaddIIYYEE." Greg cried out as Sven antagonized him with a twisting of his kiwi's. Sven laughed as Greg starting clawing at him, crying.
Sven sighed then chuckled. He let go of Greg who just collapsed to the floor like a weeping, coughing bag of onions, curled in a ball. His white dress shirt fell out from under his belt and was now hanging off him, a bit of skin showing as he wept silently.
"That kid isn't going to be able to walk for the rest of the day"
"Maybe he's used to it by now!"
"No, you don't get used to pain like that."
"Maybe yooouu don't, but I-" was all the bystander said before his buddy introduced him to the pain he was about to claim he was used to. He dropped to a knee almost instantly.
"Used to it, huh?" Was said with his hands over his crotch.
A cough. "Fuck you..."
"That kid isn't going to be able to walk for the rest of the day"
"Maybe he's used to it by now!"
"No, you don't get used to pain like that."
"Maybe yooouu don't, but I-" was all the bystander said before his buddy introduced him to the pain he was about to claim he was used to. He dropped to a knee almost instantly.
"Used to it, huh?" Was said with his hands over his crotch.
A cough. "Fuck you..."
Sven bent down and stared at Greg. The curled up, boyish freshman, weeping, holding his boyhood. Sven looked at his hand that was the cause of this boys torment. Then back at Greg. He slowly moved the hand to Greg's forehead, who jumped at the touch. Sven moved his hand slowly up, dragging Greg's jet black hair back. Sven then rubbed Greg's shoulder and looked back up at Jordan, who was watching against the locker. Smirking with his arms crossed.
"What are you smiling at?" Sven asked.
"You."
"Hmmm?"
"If I didn't know better, I'd say... you... " Jordan spoke in thought, trying to think if he should say this "...like Greg."
Sven glared at Jordan. "...Like?"
"Yeah... You know." Jordan said, pushing himself off the lockers. "Like. You treat him li-AUGH" Jordan started before he got interrupted by a punch to the nards. Sven didn't enjoy hearing Jordan's accusation. Jordan crumpled to the floor, with a hand over his manhood.
"Don't be ridiculous." Sven said standing up.
Jordan groaned on the floor and looked up at Sven with pained eyes. "My balls dude, damn."
"That's what you get for being a dumb fuck." Sven said, extending his arm out as the bell rung. Jordan grabbed it and pulled himself up, still hunched over.
"Class is starting, come on."
"Yeah, yeah..." Jordan groaned as he wobbled behind Sven who walked at a slow-ish pace so Jordan can keep up.
Meanwhile, Greg lied on the floor, crying again. He didn't even realize he was going to be late to Ms. Andersen's Bio Class again. It took him some time before he could push himself up. The pain wasn't as bad as last time, but this was worse than he would've preferred. He couldn't see through his teary eyes, and the pain was churning his insides, and made everything so difficult. Greg eventually got to his feet and wobbled, hands and body against the lockers. Slowly, he got to Ms. Andersen's bio class.
"...is the powerhouse of the cell. And the R-" Ms. Andersen was lecturing when the door creaked open, covering the room with an interruption more compelling than the lecture being given. The class turned their attentions to the loud door and saw their classmate, Greg, who was hunched over, trying to look as small as he could. One hand was on the door, the other was buried in his crotch and the entire class was staring, putting far more interest towards Greg's condition then they have given the material Ms. Andersen was trying to give them in her revealing dress. Then some people started laughing to themselves and pointing, once they took in Greg's sorry state.
"Mr. Cooper... you uhhaha..." Ms. Andersen giggled as she saw Greg hunched over with a hand holding his freshman package. His face was red, and his shirt was undone. "...Are you okay, Mr. Cooper?"
The class collectively laughed at Mr. Cooper as his face grew redder in embarrassment.
"No-er, yes. Uh, I mean... I-" Greg interrupted himself with a fit of coughing as he bent over an empty desk. He breathed out like he was trying to catch his breath and not vomit. The class laughed again.
"I think Greg is trying to keep his future kids from leaving through his mouth!" Someone laughed.
"Greg isn't going to have any kids, from the look of it!"
"No baby Greg's!"
"Class, please!" Ms. Anderson commanded, trying to sound stern, but she couldn't hid her smile. "Greg, do you need any help?"
"No." Greg said quickly as he moved off the helpful desk, and held his crotch with both hands. He just wanted to get to his seat and move past this. "I'm okay, thank you..."
Greg was obviously not okay, but Ms. Anderson allowed him to waddle to his seat. "Okay. If you need anything, let me know, okay?" Ms. Anderson said with a warm smile, then twirled back to the board in her tight dress. Her firm ass was then the focus for most of the class. The rest of the class was still focused on Greg.
Slowly, Greg got to his seat. His neighbor was smirking a smirk that told Greg that he won't be able to move past this. He was waiting for Greg to get limp over to his seat the entire time, and could barely wait for Greg to sit before he opened his partially haired lip.
"So, it happened again?" Greg's classmate asked in a nasally voice. He had some acne on his face, he wore glasses so he can see more than 3 feet in front of him and his hair was a bit shorter than Greg's and a dark brown. But all underneath his dorky appearance, lied a handsome face that was waiting to bloom.
"...Yes Peter." Greg responded with a grimace. Peter always sat next to him, but he only seemed interested in talking to Greg once before. That was the last class, after Greg came in super late. Peter noticed Greg walk funny and he didn't believe the excuse he gave Ms. Anderson for why he was late. Greg never told Peter what happened, but Peter knew he got busted, and he knew it happened today too.
"Is this going to be a normal thing?" Peter asked with a smile.
"No!" Greg responded quickly. "It's...no-"
"Soooo, it's gonna be a normal thing. My brother said High School is like that... I bet it hurts, doesn't it?" Peter pondered.
"...yeah... it does..." Greg replied in pain.
"So, you wanna tell me how it happened?" Peter asked, putting his hand on Greg's desk. Greg rolled his eyes, not really wanting to continue this interaction. He really just wanted to stare at Ms. Anderson's breasts and ass in her tight attire and forget about the pain in his nether region. Peter seemed to have the opposite perspective.
"No, not really." Greg squirmed out.
"Come oooonn... maybe I can help you? I doubt you want your kiwi's crushed everyday, do you?" Peter reasoned with Greg. Greg looked over at Peter whose smile was doing a good job of convincing Greg to spill the beans about his mashed potato's. Plus, it's not like Peter's gonna leave this alone. Greg sighed and sat back.
"There's this... senior. His name is Sven-"
"Sven? Sven's the one busting you!?" Peter said a bit loud.
"Peter! Quiet down." Ms. Anderson said, stopping her own lecture, that no one was following.
"Sorry, Ms. Anderson." Peter quickly replied, trying his darnedest to hid his excitement. After Ms. Anderson restarted the lecture, Peter turned back to Greg.
"Sven is busting your balls? Dude, he is the Captain of the Wrestling Team."
"Yeah, I was told. He seemed really nice, then he..." Greg started off, but then wasn't sure if he should talk anymore.
"He what?" Peter asked.
Greg looked uncomfortable as he stared down at his crotch covered hands. He shook his head.
"Come o-" Peter started as he rubbed Greg's arm, which moved his hand uncomfortably as it held his recently punished testicles. Greg winced, and Peter realized quickly.
"Sorry, sorry." Peter said honestly. "My bad."
Greg glared at Peter and saw sincerity. Greg nodded. "It's okay. It's... just embarrassing."
"Dude, my brother pantsed me in front of my crush so often in middle school, they probably imagine me in my pokemon underwear when they think of me." Peter said, getting Greg to laugh.
"Pokemon?"
"Yeah dude, gotta catch 'em all."
Greg laughed and moved his head around. "I don't know dude, Naruto underwear makes you feel like an actual ninja, ya know? Maybe you could've disappeared like you wanted to."
Peter struggled to keep his laughter at an acceptable level. "Damn, your right. Totally misplayed my middle school years."
Greg laughed lightly, and looked up to make sure Ms. Anderson wasn't paying attention to the two of them. She was looking at the projection of the cell body of the screen and talking about it, pointing and exclaiming. Her boobs jiggled each time, which Greg always enjoyed.
"Yeah... well. Alright, so." Greg began as he sat back in his seat and tried to sit in a way that was somewhat comfortable for him.
"Sven and his friend asked me to come over, which was weird because I'm a freshman, and they're seniors I think. But, I came over and they were making jokes, and we were being friendly. Then, all of a sudden... Sven asked me... to call him Daddy."
Peter was listening intently, eyes and ears glued to Greg.
"And, I at first declined, but then he started beating me up. Threw me against the wall, punched me in my stomach. Made me call him Daddy. Then he grabbed me by my balls and squeezed super hard. Th-"
"Sorry to interrupt. But this was last class, right?"
"Yeah. This happened last time, that's why I was late."
"I knew Mr. Martinez didn't want anything to do with your skinny ass." Peter jested.
Greg chuckled, and picked up where he left off. "But yeah, Sven was crushing my nuts. Then, he made me promise. Promise that if I ever saw him or his friend, that I'd walk over, spread my legs, and let them kick me in the nuts. I promised, because he had me by the balls, I had no choice. Now..."
"Now, you're fucked."
"...yeah..." Greg said as he shifted, holding his still sore nuts. "Dude, they hurt so bad already, I don't know what to do..." Greg said sadly, as he bent over and let his forehead rest on his desk. Peter sat there, and wasn't sure what to say.
Peter thought Greg was pretty cute, and liked the idea of him getting busted. But at the same time, he felt he connected with him here. Peter wanted to help his newfound friend, even at the cost of getting to see him get busted by the Captain of the Wrestling Team. Plus, it's not like that's the only opportunity he'll get to see someone get busted here at Saint Bernard High School. And, the two seem to be friends, and what good are friends if you can't sack tap them?
"Well... were they by their lockers?" Peter asked.
"Yeah, I guess. Why?"
"Well... you could... just not walk that way anymore?" Peter responded, wondering if that was too obvious.
Greg sat up and shook his head. "I can't, Sven said he'd know and that would make things worse."
"Yeah, well... do you think the Captain of the Wrestling Team, probably the most important person in this school, is going to go rummaging through the freshman to find the literal 1 in 300? Maybe even more."
Greg thought about this. Greg was somewhat convinced Sven might actually go through the freshman horde to find him. But he also knew he couldn't take a kick in the balls every other day, he wouldn't be able to walk. Greg also feared for his ability to father children when he grew older, and he was sure interactions with Sven would hinder his reproductive system. Greg began to think walking somewhere else was worth the risk.
"You know, maybe you're right... thanks Peter. I owe you one." Greg said smiling at his new found friend.
Peter smiled as he shook his head. "Nah, I owed you. I gotta buy some Naruto underwear now."
Greg laughed and sat back in his chair. Ms. Anderson was still in her sexy tight dress, trying to lecture the class in biology. The class of young 13/14 year old freshman boys in Freshman Bio, stared at Ms. Anderson learning nothing but the physic's of Ms. Anderson's ass and tits.
"...is the powerhouse of the cell. And the R-" Ms. Andersen was lecturing when the door creaked open, covering the room with an interruption more compelling than the lecture being given. The class turned their attentions to the loud door and saw their classmate, Greg, who was hunched over, trying to look as small as he could. One hand was on the door, the other was buried in his crotch and the entire class was staring, putting far more interest towards Greg's condition then they have given the material Ms. Andersen was trying to give them in her revealing dress. Then some people started laughing to themselves and pointing, once they took in Greg's sorry state.
"Mr. Cooper... you uhhaha..." Ms. Andersen giggled as she saw Greg hunched over with a hand holding his freshman package. His face was red, and his shirt was undone. "...Are you okay, Mr. Cooper?"
The class collectively laughed at Mr. Cooper as his face grew redder in embarrassment.
"No-er, yes. Uh, I mean... I-" Greg interrupted himself with a fit of coughing as he bent over an empty desk. He breathed out like he was trying to catch his breath and not vomit. The class laughed again.
"I think Greg is trying to keep his future kids from leaving through his mouth!" Someone laughed.
"Greg isn't going to have any kids, from the look of it!"
"No baby Greg's!"
"Class, please!" Ms. Anderson commanded, trying to sound stern, but she couldn't hid her smile. "Greg, do you need any help?"
"No." Greg said quickly as he moved off the helpful desk, and held his crotch with both hands. He just wanted to get to his seat and move past this. "I'm okay, thank you..."
Greg was obviously not okay, but Ms. Anderson allowed him to waddle to his seat. "Okay. If you need anything, let me know, okay?" Ms. Anderson said with a warm smile, then twirled back to the board in her tight dress. Her firm ass was then the focus for most of the class. The rest of the class was still focused on Greg.
Slowly, Greg got to his seat. His neighbor was smirking a smirk that told Greg that he won't be able to move past this. He was waiting for Greg to get limp over to his seat the entire time, and could barely wait for Greg to sit before he opened his partially haired lip.
"So, it happened again?" Greg's classmate asked in a nasally voice. He had some acne on his face, he wore glasses so he can see more than 3 feet in front of him and his hair was a bit shorter than Greg's and a dark brown. But all underneath his dorky appearance, lied a handsome face that was waiting to bloom.
"...Yes Peter." Greg responded with a grimace. Peter always sat next to him, but he only seemed interested in talking to Greg once before. That was the last class, after Greg came in super late. Peter noticed Greg walk funny and he didn't believe the excuse he gave Ms. Anderson for why he was late. Greg never told Peter what happened, but Peter knew he got busted, and he knew it happened today too.
"Is this going to be a normal thing?" Peter asked with a smile.
"No!" Greg responded quickly. "It's...no-"
"Soooo, it's gonna be a normal thing. My brother said High School is like that... I bet it hurts, doesn't it?" Peter pondered.
"...yeah... it does..." Greg replied in pain.
"So, you wanna tell me how it happened?" Peter asked, putting his hand on Greg's desk. Greg rolled his eyes, not really wanting to continue this interaction. He really just wanted to stare at Ms. Anderson's breasts and ass in her tight attire and forget about the pain in his nether region. Peter seemed to have the opposite perspective.
"No, not really." Greg squirmed out.
"Come oooonn... maybe I can help you? I doubt you want your kiwi's crushed everyday, do you?" Peter reasoned with Greg. Greg looked over at Peter whose smile was doing a good job of convincing Greg to spill the beans about his mashed potato's. Plus, it's not like Peter's gonna leave this alone. Greg sighed and sat back.
"There's this... senior. His name is Sven-"
"Sven? Sven's the one busting you!?" Peter said a bit loud.
"Peter! Quiet down." Ms. Anderson said, stopping her own lecture, that no one was following.
"Sorry, Ms. Anderson." Peter quickly replied, trying his darnedest to hid his excitement. After Ms. Anderson restarted the lecture, Peter turned back to Greg.
"Sven is busting your balls? Dude, he is the Captain of the Wrestling Team."
"Yeah, I was told. He seemed really nice, then he..." Greg started off, but then wasn't sure if he should talk anymore.
"He what?" Peter asked.
Greg looked uncomfortable as he stared down at his crotch covered hands. He shook his head.
"Come o-" Peter started as he rubbed Greg's arm, which moved his hand uncomfortably as it held his recently punished testicles. Greg winced, and Peter realized quickly.
"Sorry, sorry." Peter said honestly. "My bad."
Greg glared at Peter and saw sincerity. Greg nodded. "It's okay. It's... just embarrassing."
"Dude, my brother pantsed me in front of my crush so often in middle school, they probably imagine me in my pokemon underwear when they think of me." Peter said, getting Greg to laugh.
"Pokemon?"
"Yeah dude, gotta catch 'em all."
Greg laughed and moved his head around. "I don't know dude, Naruto underwear makes you feel like an actual ninja, ya know? Maybe you could've disappeared like you wanted to."
Peter struggled to keep his laughter at an acceptable level. "Damn, your right. Totally misplayed my middle school years."
Greg laughed lightly, and looked up to make sure Ms. Anderson wasn't paying attention to the two of them. She was looking at the projection of the cell body of the screen and talking about it, pointing and exclaiming. Her boobs jiggled each time, which Greg always enjoyed.
"Yeah... well. Alright, so." Greg began as he sat back in his seat and tried to sit in a way that was somewhat comfortable for him.
"Sven and his friend asked me to come over, which was weird because I'm a freshman, and they're seniors I think. But, I came over and they were making jokes, and we were being friendly. Then, all of a sudden... Sven asked me... to call him Daddy."
Peter was listening intently, eyes and ears glued to Greg.
"And, I at first declined, but then he started beating me up. Threw me against the wall, punched me in my stomach. Made me call him Daddy. Then he grabbed me by my balls and squeezed super hard. Th-"
"Sorry to interrupt. But this was last class, right?"
"Yeah. This happened last time, that's why I was late."
"I knew Mr. Martinez didn't want anything to do with your skinny ass." Peter jested.
Greg chuckled, and picked up where he left off. "But yeah, Sven was crushing my nuts. Then, he made me promise. Promise that if I ever saw him or his friend, that I'd walk over, spread my legs, and let them kick me in the nuts. I promised, because he had me by the balls, I had no choice. Now..."
"Now, you're fucked."
"...yeah..." Greg said as he shifted, holding his still sore nuts. "Dude, they hurt so bad already, I don't know what to do..." Greg said sadly, as he bent over and let his forehead rest on his desk. Peter sat there, and wasn't sure what to say.
Peter thought Greg was pretty cute, and liked the idea of him getting busted. But at the same time, he felt he connected with him here. Peter wanted to help his newfound friend, even at the cost of getting to see him get busted by the Captain of the Wrestling Team. Plus, it's not like that's the only opportunity he'll get to see someone get busted here at Saint Bernard High School. And, the two seem to be friends, and what good are friends if you can't sack tap them?
"Well... were they by their lockers?" Peter asked.
"Yeah, I guess. Why?"
"Well... you could... just not walk that way anymore?" Peter responded, wondering if that was too obvious.
Greg sat up and shook his head. "I can't, Sven said he'd know and that would make things worse."
"Yeah, well... do you think the Captain of the Wrestling Team, probably the most important person in this school, is going to go rummaging through the freshman to find the literal 1 in 300? Maybe even more."
Greg thought about this. Greg was somewhat convinced Sven might actually go through the freshman horde to find him. But he also knew he couldn't take a kick in the balls every other day, he wouldn't be able to walk. Greg also feared for his ability to father children when he grew older, and he was sure interactions with Sven would hinder his reproductive system. Greg began to think walking somewhere else was worth the risk.
"You know, maybe you're right... thanks Peter. I owe you one." Greg said smiling at his new found friend.
Peter smiled as he shook his head. "Nah, I owed you. I gotta buy some Naruto underwear now."
Greg laughed and sat back in his chair. Ms. Anderson was still in her sexy tight dress, trying to lecture the class in biology. The class of young 13/14 year old freshman boys in Freshman Bio, stared at Ms. Anderson learning nothing but the physic's of Ms. Anderson's ass and tits.
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