Week of Bullying: Tuesday

Part 2 of a 5-part series

            The principal arched an eyebrow.

            “Megan did what to your balls?” she said too loudly.

            Turning red, you lean over the desk and say in a shushed tone. “She poured hot sauce on my balls.”

            You see a small, bemused smirk dance across the corners of her lips, and you feel your face grow incredibly hot. A slim, petite woman, Principal Alexa Gomez was notorious for her own brand of justice toward delinquents at the school. The kind that involved paddles and, more frequently, her bare hands, which while very small and dainty looking, she swung with the strength of a whip. Her dark hair was cut into a bob and her c-cup breasts were pressed together with a push up bra for maximum cleavage. The entire meeting, you have been constantly reminding yourself not to let your eyes wander down to those soft mocha-colored pillows.

            “Show me," she said.

            Your heart races in your chest.

           ”What?” you say with a wavering voice.

            She smiles at you. “Oh please, it’s not like I’ve never seen a penis before. Now pull them down, I need to see the extent of the damage.”

            Standing slowly and averting her gaze, you tug your jeans and tighty-whities down to mid-thigh, exposing your damaged dick and balls. While not bright hot red like they were yesterday, they still looked inflamed and an angry pink color. Your cock, mercilessly, remained flaccid.

            The Principal nods. “Well it’s not as bad as it could have been.”

            From your standing position, her cleavage is even more pronounced as you look down. You feel your dick twitch and pray to god that she’ll tell you to pull your pants up soon.

            Without warning, the door opened and the Vice Principal’s receptionist walks in. Her eyes, wide in shock, immediately target your exposed junk. In the humiliation, you begin to feel yourself stiffen and in a panic you reach to pull up your pants.

            “Keep your pants where they are.” Principal Gomez said. She turned to the receptionist. “I assume that’s Christopher?”

            The receptionist nodded.

            “Bring him in.”

            Christopher, the star of the basketball team, stormed into the room. He glanced at you standing with your half-chub, but decided to ignore it.

            “Principal Gomez, we gotta talk.”

            “I assume this is about Megan.”

            “Yeah, it’s about Megan. We saw her running out of the men’s lockers this morning, and then when we went in all our jockstraps were stolen. We got the game against the Gators later today, and Coach says we can’t play in our underwear from home, says it’s against the rules or whatever.”

            Principle Gomez smirked. “Well then just go without them.”

            “You don’t understand. Everything will be, uh… flopping around, and if the Gators catch us they’re gonna try to pants us in front of everybody!”

            Principal Gomez sighed and leaned back in her chair. “You boys are letting this girl walk all over you. Listen, you both are eighteen, and you know my policy towards seniors. If you all want to pull these playful pranks on each other then I’m not going to pick sides. If it was a prank against the school, however…”

            Principal Gomez clapped her hands together like a gunshot.

            You and Christopher winced, remembering the McCarthy twins from several weeks ago. They had been caught painting a giant penis on the side of the school in spray paint. When Jim and Jan McCarthy existed the principal’s office the next day they had their pants pulled down in the back, exposing their purple-red, swollen baboon-like buttcheeks. They were in so much pain that they went the whole day ass-out and were too swollen and hurt to care.

            Principal Gomez wiped her glasses. “I swear in my day the boys would just get revenge if a girl was bullying them, not go call on the principal. When I was a senior, I strung a boy up from the flagpole by his underwear. And do you know what he did? He put glue on my seat, and I ripped my own skirt off and had to go in my panties the whole day. Of course, that was the day I had felt daring and wore crotchless lingerie.”

            You feel your penis grow and pulse and you glare down at it.

            Principal Gomez stood up. “And you know what? I never bothered him again.”

            The Principal paused, reconsidering that last statement with a grimace on her face, “Well, until prom, and that… well, I may have taken it a bit too far with that last prank. Anyway —"

            Principal Gomez pointed at Christopher. “Tough it up. Go in expecting to have your dick on the local news. It’s not like your dick's special.”

            She points at you. “And I’ll have a talk with Megan to, in light of the damage, avoid any sort of ball related hijinks, for today at least.”

***

Classes continued as normal for the rest of the morning. In fact, better than normal. You didn’t run into Megan for the rest of the morning. You saw her from across the hall briefly exit the Principal’s office with a disappointed sneer on her face, but she didn’t make eye contact with you.

            At lunch, you were eating with Shauna when you heard a familiar voice shout, “Better clench up, bitch!”

            Instinctively, your asscheeks clenched and you whirled around.

            Megan was across the cafeteria at the cheerleader’s table, grabbing a cheerleader in each hand by the back of their bloomers and panties, effortlessly bouncing her off the ground in a brutal double wedgie.

            Completely red-faced and with their bare, curvy legs flailing, the cheerleaders were desperately gripping onto the front of their bloomers and panties. With a terrified grip, the cheerleader to prevent herself from being bounced out completely and trying to cover their crotches as their underwear was pulled down, away from their pussies, and up through their asscheeks, which were completely on display for the whole school.

            You breathe a gigantic sigh of relief and continue eating your meatloaf.

***

            After music class in the often-empty east wing of the main school building, you feel the sudden urge to use the restroom. Only half a dozen students were walking the halls, milling about. You rush down the hall to the restrooms and relieve yourself in the first stall. You exit the stall, struggling with the buckle of your belt, which had gotten twisted around in your urge.

            “Hiya, bitch boy.”

            You jump in place as you see Megan exit the stall in the corner of the restroom. You let go of your belt in shock and your jeans fall to the ground, leaving you in your shirt and tighty whities.

            “Y-you can’t be in here.” You stammer, the fear forming a pit in your stomach.

            Megan smiled, slowly stepping toward you. “What do you mean, this is the girl’s room.”

            You look around and realize there are no urinals, only stalls. “But-“

            She grabs you by the front of your shirt. “I switched the signs.”

            Megan pushes you down to the floor where you lay on the linoleum face up, legs spread, the outline of your dick and balls visible through the fabric of your briefs.

            “The principal says I can’t damage your balls anymore,” Megan said, pulling down her own pants and tossing them on the floor, exposing her own lime green boy short panties and her long muscular legs. “So I’m going to have to be more creative today.”

            In the image of Megan riding your dick enters the back of your mind and your penis begins to swell. Megan however, turns around and pulls her panties down at the back revealing her high, square-ish hips and her thick, curved, full cheeks.

            Without warning the ass descends and she begins grinding her naked ass across your face. You inhale on instinct, which was the worst thing you could have done as your nostrils are filled with the rank, bitter, sweaty stink of Megan’s crack. Her soft, incredibly, impossibly soft cheeks, mash into your face, enveloping and squashing you into the linoleum. The intense body heat bakes your face. Your limbs flailing, your erection threatens to tear through your tighty whities, Megan repositions her ass and spreads her cheeks, pushing her puckered hole against your lips.

            “Lick.”

            You lick and taste inhuman slime that makes you gag and your stomach turn. Megan cackles and begins gently rocking on the balls of her sneakers, gently humping your face and you run your tongue, which was feeling numb from the horrible taste, up and down her greasy canyon and the puckered star of her hole. You feel Megan’s pussy, covered in the bunched panties, press against your chin, and you feel a dripping wetness even through the fabric.

            “Is… this how wet she gets when she bullies me?” you think to yourself.

            Megan stood up, covering her ass back up, smiling victoriously and her face more than a little flushed. You gag and sputter, your numb tongue handing out of your mouth like a dog’s.

            “Awww, did it taste bad? Don’t worry, we’ll wash that right.”

            Megan grabs you by your shirt collar and drags you to the stalls. “No wait, Megan don’t!”

            Your face is immersed in the chemical smell of the toilet bowl. You open your eyes and see the pipe at the bottom of the bowl through the water.

            A Reebok pressed against your back to pin you down, Megan flushes the toilet, the water washing over your face, twisting and spinning your hair, filling your nostrils and mouth.

            The Reebok lifts and you sputter and rise out of the bowel, leaning against it, clutching at it, absolutely defeated. You look back at Megan with your toilet water-filled eyes.

            She is absolutely beaming, the front of her panties dripping wet as she looks down at your humiliation.

            Then her eyes dip lower, settling on your tight underwear and your dangling, swollen balls and your, still very erect, penis, all hanging down as a massive, inviting package.

            The proud grin fades into a look of pure predatory hunger.

            Megan tongue dances out of her mouth, licking her lips like she’s a feral cat.

            “Megan,” you plead. “The principal—”

            The sneaker pins you back down and your face slaps against the toilet water.

            “I can deal with detention.” you hear her say as she grabs your underwear by the waistband and wrenches it upward.

            A garbled high-pitched squeal exits your mouth and into the toilet bowl as the dry cotton slices into your crack and Megan stretches the underwear three feet from your waist. The front of your underwear is pulled back and squashes into your crotch, and you feel a new, unique pain as the pressure from the underwear bends your rock hard dick and squashes your sensitive damaged balls against your body. Grabbing your tighty whities by the leg holes, she begins to twist them counterclockwise. In your ass, you feel the cutting fabric of the seat of your pants twist and fold over itself like a rope scraping into your crack, and your feel the fabric over your crotch tighten harder and harder like a vise.

            “Oh god,” You think in panic. “She’s going to break my dick!”

            Suddenly, with a loud “PTWANG” the elastic band of your underwear snaps and you feel your briefs fly off your body. You feel the cool air enter your burning asscrack. Megan falls backward onto her own butt, her eyes pointed directly at your naked, swollen, bright pink balls and your 6-inch rigid dick pointing downward like a missile.

            “Holy shit!” She laughs. “The Principal wasn’t kidding!”

            You immediately yank yourself out of the toilet bowl and onto the floor, trying to cover your junk in shame while also frantically pulling your pants up your ankles and wiping the toilet water from your bleary eyes, all of which was very difficult with your raging boner and your seated position.

            Megan stands up and rushes out of the stall, returning almost in an instant holding a small plastic bottle, which you can’t see clearly through the toilet water.

            She spreads a giant glob from it onto her hand. “Lotion?” You think, and a tiny voice in the back of your head shrilly, desperately asks, “Handjob?”

            Megan lifts you up with one hand, whirling you around and pinning you against the wall all in one motion. The toilet makes you awkwardly spread your legs and Megan’s hand dances against your buttcheeks as she reaches between them and grabs your swollen balls in her hand.

            You involuntarily moan in pleasure as she caresses your balls, the slimy cold mystery substance spreading against your skin. A dribble of precum leaks from your dick.

            Then the electric burning sets in.

            “HANDSANITIZER?!” Your mind screams as you buck and squirm against the wall. A deep sheering dull heat flashes and burns, tingling like horrific electricity on every single surface of your already damaged sack. Megan grips your balls again, squeezing them in her hand with such force that you feel your nuts try to bend in agony.

            Megan releases you and, acting on pure terrified animal instinct, you squat down and furiously begin dunking your balls into the toilet water. Riding the toilet backwards, you moan in relief as you t-bag the water, your still erect dick flopping awkwardly and the water splashing up and against your ass. You hear Megan’s cackle fade away behind you as she leaves the room.

            The heat and pain subsiding, you sit, completely defeated in the toilet water, hugging the commode. “I have to find some way to get back at her…” You think to yourself.

            Looking down, you see yourself still fully erect. Without your underwear, you think, there’s no way to hide this. You sigh and take your dick in hand, stroking slowly. You close your eyes, images of Megan’s ass and wet crotch dance through your head, her smile, her long shimmering hair. You stop yourself in shame. “NO, think of something else.”

            You think about Shauna, she was wearing that bouncy skirt today that showed off her curvy little legs and that sweater that made her breasts even bigger, her frizzy hair and her deep kind eyes…

            “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!”

            You turn and see Shauna standing in the entrance to the stall, mouth wide open somewhere between a “O” of shock and a thrilled smile, as she looks into you, bare ass in toilet water, jerking in. Your boner wilts in your hand.

            You suddenly remember that this is really the girl’s restroom.

            With a wide grin, Shauna takes her phone out of her bag and you hear the shutter of the camera.