Editor's Note; story contains nonconconsentual situations.
I would like to start by saying I am new to writing so I hope you don't judge me too hard on my literary naivety. Nor am I experienced in Bondage or Master Slave relationships. This story is pure fantasy from my part and is about what I find erotic and stimulating. Please bear this in mind when reading the story. I hope you find it as stimulating reading as I did writing it.
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I have never considered myself as straight or gay, I just don't know. I guess I just go with the norm, you know, it's expected of you to be with the opposite sex.
Let me start by introducing myself, my name is Daniel. I'm about five foot six inches, eighteen and very skinny and always have been. I have fairly short brown hair and some people say slightly feminine looks. I'm extremely shy around just about everyone and don't have many friends. I'm fanatical about star wars, dungeon and dragons and Marvel comics. Yep, you guessed it, I'm a geek. You have probably also guessed (correctly) that I get bullied a lot at school, by both sex's. I'm weak, physically and mentally. High school was hell for me. My father died when I was just 5 and my mother raised me on her own. She was very protective of me often fighting my battles for me at school, that just seemed make things worse, so I stopped telling her when I got in trouble.
It's hot in class today. The country's going through a freak heatwave and all the windows are open to try and keep the room cool, it isn't working. Everybody in the class are there fanning themselves with books or what ever they can find to keep themselves cool. This lesson is media studies which I quite enjoy but the heat is getting to us all and no one seems to be that enthusiastic today.
I'm suddenly aware that my cock is fully erect. You could probably put it down to hormones or my age, or both but my cock seemed to have a mind of it's own lately. I would pop a boner without even thinking anything sexual and today it's decided to come to life in the middle of class! I think I must have groaned with the frustration as several heads turned round to look at me. I look away from them and kept myself close to the desk so no one can see my embarrassment.
It's thirty minutes later and I still have the boner, it just won't go down. I'm going to have to do something about it. Fortunately it's lunch break after this class so I'll head to the toilets and deal with it there.
Theres a ringing in my ears, class has ended. I hang back and wait till every one has left before I pick up my course books and cover my groin with them. Even so it's still not easy to completely hide my arousal. This is due to me being very skinny, wearing boxers and having a nine inch cock. Put all these together and you can understand why my bulge is very prominent.
I make my way down the corridor towards the nearest toilets walking quite briskly, when suddenly as I round a corner I bump into Shane Anderson and Joe McNeil, I freeze knowing what was about to happen next.
Shane and Joe are out and out bullies, they love to torment me, stealing my books, roughing me up and generally reducing me to tears. They would actively seek me out to have some what they call fun with me, often waiting after college at the gates or somewhere along my route home. How they found out where I live I'll never know, they must have followed me one time. Shane is tall, around six foot and sports a swimmers build, his strong arms are more than a match for my weak body. He's handsome too, with a cropped hair and slight wispy beard. Joe on the other hand is much thinner, not as skinny as me but not far off. The ginger mop on his head looks like it has never seen a comb or brush his entire life. His face isn't what you'd call handsome but more cute with a pointed upturned nose and freckles. He is fairly scruffy too always wearing a hoodie and trackies.
"Hey look, it's the weed," Shane announces.
"Hey weed, where you off to in a hurry?" he asks. I back away nervously. I know they won't try any thing here as there are too many people around.
"I think he's going to start crying again," Joe says.
"Leave me alone," I manage to squeak out.
"Not until you tell us where you're going?" Shane booms and precedes to knock the books out of my hand. As he does so the books scatter on the floor and his hand catches my erection causing it to bounce in under the fabric of my trousers.
"What the fuck!" I hear Joe say.
I've had enough. I quickly pick up my books, expecting them to grab me but they seem to be frozen. I take my opportunity and run past them.
I run round a corner and into the nearest toilets, hoping they didn't see me. God damn, my cock is still rock hard! I make my way into a cubicle and wait for the sound of the door to open. Ten minutes pass and it's still quiet, I relax but my cock still has other ideas. I really do need to jack off now as it's really aching from being hard so long.
I drop my trousers and underwear, sit on the toilet and begin to stroke my incredibly hard cock, I have never known it get this hard before. I'm very close now and can feel my cum building up in my groin. Suddenly I hear the toilet door open and I freeze, I listen intently but apart from a dripping tap I can't hear a thing. I wait a while but still everything is quiet. To make sure I bend down and look under the stalls but I can't see any feet, there's no one in here, I breathe a sigh of relief.
I stand up and face the toilet bowl not wanting to cum over my clothes and stroke my cock. I hear a crash.
"OW! FUCK!"
Someone's in the next cubicle! I look up just in time to see some fingers on the top of the divider disappear, then the sound of footsteps running and the toilet door opening. Someone was watching me! My heart start's racing and I feel panic wash over me. What if they report me? Shit, I would be in serious trouble. I quickly pull up my pants and my trousers and gingerly open the cubicle door. I look around but it's all quiet so I walk out and look in the next cubicle, there's no one there. As I exit the toilets I look down the corridor, everything seems normal. Other students mill around going from room to room or just chatting to friends. No body looks at me and I sort of feel a little relieved.
For the rest of that day during class I can't help thinking about what had happened. The very Idea that someone had seen my cock aroused me getting me hard. I can't stop thinking about it. It was obviously a boy, it happened in the boy's toilets. What would it be like to have another boy watch me wank? What would it be like to watch another boy wank? What would it be like to wank each other? OH FUCK! Am I gay??? Stop it Daniel! Get a grip on yourself, get back to the lesson. I can't, my imagination is running away with me and so are my hormones.
The final bell rings and all the other students head off home but I have an evening class to attend. When I arrive at the class I find my teacher has taken Ill and class has been cancelled, cursing under my breath I head home myself.
My route home takes me through some woods which are usually pretty quiet. I often fantasise about stripping all my clothes off and running through them naked but I know in reality I would never have the courage to do such a thing. I'm still troubled by my thoughts on what happened earlier. Maybe they have reported me but surely I would have been summoned to the principles office before home time. Thankfully my cock is now soft and I try to keep the thoughts of what happened out of my head.
I can hear footsteps behind me, running, coming towards me. Before I can react I'm grabbed by both my arms.
"Got ya!"
Shit it's Shane and Joe. I struggle but their grip is too strong. I'm scared.
"Get him over here," Shane says.
The drag me through some thicket and back me against a tree. They pull my arms around my back and tie them round the tree.
"What are you doing?" I cry.
"Shut up faggot! We want to see that big cock of yours," Joe says.
"Why don't we blindfold him?" I Shane suggests.
"No, please don't," I plead panicking.
