High School Service Boy Part 12 (authoritarian, high school) By bistud77
Disclaimer: This story is totally fictional. Any resemblance to any persons alive or dead is completely coincidental. This contains sexually explicit fantasies about domination and submission and teen sex. If this type of story offends you, please do not read it.
This story is made of real fantasies that I wacked off over when I was in high school.
- As Mr. Jackson, my bus driver, strides down the aisle to the back of the bus; I start to get really nervous. He is big and black and suddenly I can see he has a mean look on his face. When he reaches me in the back, I am sitting on the last seat with dried cum on my lips, my hair messed up, and my legs crossed nervously.
He says, "Get all your clothes off boy. I know you are the suck boy for classmates, but for me you are the punishment boy. You are going to take the punishment for every white boy or girl who has disrespected me this year. And that's a lot you little fuck. Get yourself bare assed and get ready for an ass whipping."
As I strip off my clothes, my skinny little body looks like a wisp of nothing next to Mr. Jackson: he is tall, muscular, and dark black. He is a real man, in his early 30's, clean shaven with close cut black hair. He has a gold tooth that shines in the sunlight, and when I glance into his coal black eyes I can see that he wants some revenge. I must be his first easy opportunity to get even with all the little white snots he has to drive back and forth to school everyday. I start to tremble as I sit my bare ass on the bus seat; the seat feels cool against my bare skin. I start to sweat anyway.
"Get your bare white ass over the back of the seat in front of you and wait for it boy."
I don't see much choice. I am already naked for him. So I get up and lean over the seat in front of me, my cheeks parting as he watches. I to the left and look out the window. All I see are the woods, tree after tree. No one will come upon us, and no one would hear me even if I screamed. It is just me and Mr. Jackson, and now I can see he is taking his belt off. Despite how scared that makes me, I feel my cock start to harden up. I experience a familiar stomach turning mixture of fear and excitement.
"You know what this whipping is for boy? Huh??" Mr. Jackson asks.
"I am not sure sir, but I know I deserve it." I reply trying to think of something to say that will calm him down.
"You fucking little snot. You know it is for all the disrespect I am given, and you do nothing. You think it is just fine when the other kids call me a nigger or they disobey my rules. I am just the nigger bus driver to you too."
"Yes sir," I reply. "I deserve to be punished. I want to take it for all of them sir."
There is a long silence. I hear myself breathing and I feel Mr. Jackson's eyes on my vulnerable backside.
Now I hear the belt whistling in the air. It is unreal. Not something I have heard before, so I don't really know what is about to happen. And then CRACK! It is AGONY as the belt bites into my pink ass flesh. I feel like I have been split open, I must be bleeding. But I have no time to find out because the belt is being drawn back and quickly it comes slicing through the air again. CRACK! I hear another swishing in the air, then the sound of the belt cracking as it hits my waiting flesh. CRACK!
"Oh my god SIR! I'm SORRY!" I scream in an attempt to stop it. But I manage to hold myself on the seat and allow the whipping to continue for a 3rd stroke. I want it. This next one hits the bottom of my tight scrotum.
I just scream wildly "AAUUUGGHOWWWW!" Pain slices through me. I have never felt anything like this. It is beyond belief. My eyes are clenched but I see a white flash of light. I feel my body spring up, bounce into one of the other seats, and tumble to the floor.
Mr. Jackson speaks in a clear and menacing voice, "Get the fuck up boy. We are not near done. Bend over for it."
I feel my legs trembling as I rise up and find the seat back again.
I see that Mr. Jackson has a massive bulge in the front of his pants. He enjoys this. Then I look down and see my dick is hard and leaking despite the hell I am expecting to continue. My cock likes it and betrays me. Mr. Jackson's eyes fall on my cock, and he smirks. "Good little faggots know what they need."
I start shaking as I wait for more but I hold my ass up for him. I am his to whip. In this moment, I exist to be punished. All other thoughts disappear. There is just my ass and that belt and the waiting.
"NOW TAKE IT!" he screams at me. The belt whistles through the air again and bites into my skin. It hurts like hell. My brain shuts down. I sense nothing but pain and the throbbing sensation in my dick, which continues to leak a clear pre-cum.
The fifth strike with the belt lands across my back. The 6th on my left ass cheek. And the 7th goes right inside my crack. The pain is blinding. I have not stopped screaming. Mr. Jackson is laughing, "No one can hear you boy, scream as much as you want."
To my surprise, I keep screaming. I really can't help it. I don't know if I will even survive the pain. "Stay there and take it boy," Mr. Jackson says in a low voice, "Take this punishment for all of you."
The belt comes down again and again. As I start to get used to it, I picture my ass looking like ground hamburger. I am soon numb to the pain and can barely hear the sounds. My mouth foams, my cock leaks, I moan like a hurt animal. I am nothing more than a hurt animal.
Now I feel the whipping has stopped, I hear Mr. Jackson is spitting on my burning ass hole. I feel it land on my cheek and crack.
He is behind me now, and I feel something big pushing at the entrance to my ass. No fucking way. It is bigger than anything I have taken before. It is way bigger than Spike's dog cock. But I have not one ounce of resistance in me. I am a limp rag doll for him. My rectum accepts the invasion without clenching at all, it simply spreads to the point of splitting. I am wide open for his black cock and I am sure he is watching as it stretches me wider and wider. I am beaten and broken.
Mr. Jackson starts pumping in and out. Kind of slow at first, but soon he is doing it just to hurt me. He is yelling at me while he rapes my boi hole. "TAKE IT FAGGOT WHITE BOY, TAKE MY BIG BLACK COCK!" He is now hate-fucking my ass. It is hard and violent. Almost all the way out, so I feel empty. Then he pushes really hard. It still feels like I am splitting in two. I think to myself, whatever he wants from me he can have. The pounding goes on for several more minutes. Finally I hear him groaning as he fires off his man cum deep inside me. He shakes a bit he cums so hard. He clearly liked it.
And then it is over as quickly as it started. I am shivering and sweating at the same time. I want to vomit. But I am too tired.
Mr. Jackson gets up, I hear him pull his pants up and slide his belt back through the loops. Then he says, "Good job taking your punishment. It needs to happen again at least once, maybe twice more for us to be even." And then he lumbers back to the front of the bus and starts the engine, leaving me to crawl back to my clothes and try to put it on. I can't stop sobbing. After he drops me off, I cry all the way home.
As soon as I get home I run to the bathroom. First to wash my face of evidence that I have been crying, then to look at my ass and back in the mirror. I am amazed to find that there is not a drop of blood anywhere. Mr. Jackson belted my enough to make welts, but not enough to break my skin anywhere. I am relieved because I know it will heal quickly, in time hopefully for gym class at the end of the week.
I go into my bedroom, close the door, and get out my jar of Vaseline and cum wrag. I am so horny I could bust a nut just thinking about what I must have looked like to Mr. Jackson, with my small white ass exposed and waiting for abuse. I beat off furiously, making it last as long as I can.
The next day I am sitting tenderly on my sore ass in the cafeteria before school starts. Joe is sitting to my left. Karen is across from me. No one used me on the bus this morning, for which I am relieved because my back and ass still hurt from the whipping Mr. Jackson gave me yesterday. Now Karen, my girlfriend, is talking to me. I try to focus on what she is saying.
"The reason Joe didn't need you after the bus ride home is because he had me come over and service him in your place. He said you were being roughed up a bit, and that the least I could do was to take your place between his legs. So I had to suck Joe's cock. But not just that, I had to lick his sexy ass and ass hole, for a long time going inside with my tongue as deep as I could. And I had to let him screw my rear fuck tube; he butt fucked me until I was screaming in bliss and he came really hard. He used me like a whore and while he did, he told me everything you did on the bus ride home. I heard how you were blindfolded, how you sucked cock and ass. I heard you ate Heather's cunt, something we need to talk about. I think you owe me for that. And I heard you serviced Devon's black balls, ass, and cock. I know you were made to take Mr. Jackson's anger. I guess he whipped you. Good."
While Karen was talking to me she was rubbing her crotch on the table leg, getting hotter and hotter. Both Joe and I could smell her pussy juices as they started to moisten the crotch of her jeans.
She asked, "Joe says he will let you watch while he uses me next time. Do you want to see that?"
I feel my dick getting hard. "Yes. I want to watch."
Karen asks, "Will you lick his cum out of my holes when he is through using me?"
"If he tells me to," I reply.
Joe says, "Good answer faggot."
Joe casually lifts his foot and starts rubbing Karen's crotch with his toes. He owns us both.
"Faggot, I am going to give you a few days off. I want you back in shape to put on a show for my father and his buddies. They have heard how you let Spike fuck you, and they want to watch. And they will pay some serious money for it."
My head swims with the memory of being taken by a dog. I remember the knot, and laying there while the dog breathed on my neck, both of us waiting for the knot to subside. I was reduced to being an animal. Just another dog. A bitch for a dog. And I did it with others watching. Last time it was Joe and his younger brother Chris. They saw how low I am. This time it will be his father and his father's dirty friends. They are going to watch a 14 year old boy getting ass fucked willingly by a German Shepard. That's probably not something they get to see everyday.
"My father and his friends will be sitting around the living room; you will be in the middle just a few feet away getting fucked by Spike. There will be bright lights on you. And you will be filmed. But that's not all."
I begin to feel a little sick. I realize I am nothing but a worthless faggot, but I don't like the idea of a film being made of me getting fucked by a dog. Who knows who will see it.....
"My Dad wants some cock suckers to work the room while his buddies are entertained. And, since you will be too busy to provide enough cock sucking at the same time, it has got to be someone else. My dad decided to add your girlfriend Karen, along with my little brother, Chris. Any questions about that faggot?"
"No sir," I hear myself saying, "Whatever I have is yours."