I was so tired, but I couldn't sleep because my boner had taken control. The drug never quite wore off, and it was still controlling me.
I could not keep my hands off my cock and balls. But when I spurted, I never got soft. I was continuously boned up and I still needed to jack off constantly no matter what I did. Whatever I did, I couldn't keep my hands off my boner and bulls.
Finally I drifted off, lying on my stomach, helplessly humping the mattress.
When I woke, I was still hard, still in the same position, and still dry sperming. it was already 830, and I was late. It was hot out. I put on tight briefs (to try to hold in the boner) and baggy sweatpants, and a black t-shirt, and headed out really fast.
So I'm a block away from school, I'm like walking down the street, and I notice this car with tinted windows. Is it following me? No, I'm just being paranoid. Act cool.
I speed up, it speeds up. I stop, it stops. Bobby hops out of the passenger side, and struts right over to me, with his blonde hair hanging down over his baby faced smile. He's just wearing the satin basketball shorts and white kicks. He gets right in my face with his, holds my hands behind my back and handcuffs me behind my back.
Then, aw FUCK!, he pulls my obscene, spasming boner AND balls right out of my sweatpants, so my crazy balls are just suspended like grapefruits over the front of the elastic waistband. And my boner sticks straight out then curves up like some kind of obscene hook. He strokes me a couple times, spits all over my face, laughs and jumps back in the car, and they speed off.
WHAT THE FUCK!!! I'm so FUCKED.
I duck behind some bushes in this vacant lot and consider my situation. I look like some kind of obscene towel rack. I'm dying to put my hands all over my cock and balls but I can't. I really need to crap again, and I'm pushing really hard against the controller plug, but that just makes my cock harder and makes my belly extend, forcing my cock to jut out even more.
And then, oh my fucken god, the plug starts vibrating and forcefucking me. And then, of course, the cum drug shoots out of the control plug.
Oh my god, I'm about to spurt my cock right up all over me!!! I try to do something, anything, to get my helpless sperm to go somewhere else, but it superspurts right up my black t-shirt, oh my god and my face too!!! Just like last time, the sperm spurts for minutes, then it trails off but the orgasm does not. I just continue pulsing in the air, with sperm dripping all over me.
I'm adolescently smiling -- I can't help it and don't care -- and it's hard to care about much other than my permanent orgasm, but I know I am fucked now. It's so hot out. I'm sweating. I basically wipe the sperm off my face onto my shoulder, which is only slightly better. I'm squatting, trying somehow to avoid lying my drenched body down in the dirt. I push against every muscle in my body, bouncing slightly on my toes due to my gelpless orgasming plus the fucking motion of the plug. Bounce, bounce, bounce. I can't help it.
So after a few, the car comes back, parks across the street, and the back door opens. I can't see inside cause it's all tinted. I'm still helplessly dry-orgasming the air.
Aw fuck. What am I gonna do? I think fast. Obviously I can't just stay here force-jizzed and perma-fucked with my obscene cock out and my hands controlled. They've turned me into a walking porno!!! On the other hand, if I bounce across the street, smiling, covered in sperm with my obscenely huge cock and balls out and pulsing, someone might see me or I might get arrested or worse! Plus, where are the babyface jocks gona take me -- and what are they gona do to me in that car?
I realize I don't have a choice. They already own me, and they've already turned me into a helpless. walking orgasm machine.
I bounce out and run at top speed to the car. I can't see them due to the tinted windows, but they are hooting and saying "Aw yeah boy! We got him!" I hurl myself across the back seat and Bobby's butt comes down on my face.