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DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are 18+ years of age. All characters and events depicted are completely fictitious…obviously.
CONTENT WARNING: If the title didn’t already give it away, this is a BDSM story. It will include fetishes such as femdom, CBT, humiliation, and chastity just to name a few. Mainly though, it is a ballbusting story. Not only is our hapless hero going to get his huge testicles pummeled with cartoonish levels of violence, he is actually going to enjoy it! If that doesn’t sound like your thing, maybe hit the back arrow on your browser.
LITERARY WARNING: The storyline here dances a fine line between silly and just plain stupid. What little plot exists is solely there to move our protagonist along from one comedically over-the-top predicament to the next. If you are looking for the next erotic, literary masterpiece, this ain’t it.
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“What are we going to do with you?” asked Tiffany Johnson, the young, new dean of students.
“Thawwwy, Mttth. Jofunn,” Max moaned from beneath the dean’s firm ebony ass.
“How many times does this make now?” Ms. Johnson asked, repositioning herself slightly to make sure the boy’s nose was firmly embedded between her bare butt cheeks.
“Fivph,” Max answered.
“Really…just five?” the dean said, arching an eyebrow.
“Wullth…fivph thif movnnf.” Beneath the dean’s bottom, Max’s face turned a shade redder. “Tht fufbalth temph putht meth inf thrf.”
“Yes, yes, I am well aware the football team put you in there,” Ms. Johnson said matter-of-factly, “but boys will be boys. It’s not as if it’s the first time they’ve done something like this. In fact, in addition to apologizing to the women’s softball team, I’d like you to apologize to the football team as well. The girls are quite mad at them because of you.”
The thought of being forced to apologize to the jocks that had ambushed him, stripped him naked, taken turns practicing their towel snapping skills on his bulbous testicles, and then finally crammed him into that tiny locker made Max’s cock twitch with delight, or at least it would have if it weren’t strapped down so firmly on the footrest in front of him.
In his current predicament, there really wasn’t any part of Max that could do much more than twitch. Still completely naked and kneeling on the floor, he was bent backwards so his shoulders rested against Kartal Esmer Escort the dean’s solid oak chair. His head was sandwiched between the chair’s soft leather cushion and Ms. Johnson’s voluptuous black ass. His hands were cuffed behind his back, and his legs tied to those of the chair. His enormous cock, pulled at a taut 90 degrees from his body, was bulging and slightly purple from where the tight bands held it in place on the antique wooden footrest. Needless to say, Max loved his frequent visits to the dean’s office!
“According to his file, it’s actually his 21st birthday today.” His hearing muffled, Max hadn’t noticed Mrs. Miller, the college guidance counselor, enter the room. He wished he could see her. The redhead, 40’s-something MILF always wore the most inappropriate outfits when she knew Max was visiting her. He could just imagine her thick tits bulging from one of her many pushup bras, and her usual tight fitting blouse, with at least 3 buttons undone, hiding nothing.
“Well, happy birthday Max!” Ms. Johnson exclaimed from above him. “Seeing as it’s your special day, would you like to have a lick?”
Max couldn’t believe his luck! His monster cock started shaking so hard it was practically lifting the footrest it was bound to off the ground. He reached out his tongue and felt around for the dean’s clit. Finding the sensitive nub, he flicked his tongue back and forth over it until the dean began to moan. He then traced his tongue down her soft and completely hairless lips, tasting her juices.
“Ok, ok…you’ve had your treat,” said Ms. Johnson, after taking a moment to collect herself.
“Thnkfu Mttth. Jofunn,” Max groaned. It took every ounce of his willpower to stop licking the tasty treat.
“Should we discuss it with him?” he heard Mrs. Miller ask.
“I suppose now is as good of a time as any,” the dean replied. Looking down at the scrawny white boy whose face she was using as a seat, she added, “Please don’t think this is any sort of reward for your poor behavior in the locker room today. I am still quite upset with you for that. Understand?”
“Ytth Mttth. Jofunn,” Max did his best to nod. Truth be told, Max appreciated any excuse to bury his nose deeper into the dean’s shapely butt.
“Remember how, as a punishment for breaking into the sorority house last semester, I had you write an essay about the most degrading experience in Kartal Eve Gelen Escort your college career?” inquired Ms. Johnson. Max still questioned whether the event she was referring to, which had occurred last spring, had truly been breaking and entering, seeing he had been hogtied by the men’s lacrosse team well before entering the house. Nevertheless, Max nodded vigorously in agreement, trying to get his nose closer to the dean’s butthole.
The decision of what to write about hadn’t been difficult. It had happened about a month before the “break in,” on the night of a university soccer fundraiser. Max had gotten a text around midnight from Anna Wilson, the hottest girl on the women’s soccer team. The text had said that she thought he was cute, and was wondering if he wanted to meet her at a park just on the outskirts of town. Max wasn’t dumb. He knew it was a trap, but he didn’t care. This was Anna Wilson after all!
Max had been intercepted by a group of frat boys about a block from the park. They had tackled him off his bike and carried him to the park’s soccer field. The men’s and women’s soccer teams had both been there, along with an audience of around five dozen sorority and fraternity members. For how drunk everyone was, the abduction was surprisingly well rehearsed. Within minutes they had Max stripped naked and tied spread-eagle between one of the goal posts on the field. The men’s and women’s teams had already flipped a coin to determine who got which testicle. One of the more artistic sorority girls had even brought some body paint, and painted Max’s huge nutsack with a checkered black-and-white soccer ball pattern.
The best part had occurred after the end of their little game. Before they had cut him down, while he was still drenched in sweat and deliriously high on endorphins, Anna had approached him. She had spoken loud enough so that the entire audience could hear. Max would never forget her words. In a sultry voice she had said, “I just want you to know, I would never ever go out with a little, perverted freak like you.” She had then planted a kiss squarely on his left cheek. Max’s already rock-hard cock had gone off like a cannon, shooting load after enormous load of thick white jizz into the field in front of him. He could still picture it perfectly, Anna shrieking, “Eww! Gross! Gross! Gross!” as the onlooking crowd laughed hysterically.
There were only Kartal Evi Olan Escort three things Max had left out of his essay: 1) How he jerked off fantasizing about that night for months afterwards, 2) How he desperately hoped that the soccer teams might make it an annual event, and do it again this year, and 3) That he considered it one of best nights of his life, seeing as he had finally made it to 1st base with a girl, and not just any girl, Anna Wilson!
“…Well, we submitted that essay for a study abroad scholarship.” Ms. Johnson continued, snapping Max back to reality.
“Follarfhip!?,” Max exclaimed.
“Yes, it was one of strangest scholarships applications we had ever seen,” Ms. Johnson replied, “There were only four criteria. The participant had to be over 21 at the time of accepting the scholarship, have extremely large genitals, have an enormous pain tolerance, and still be a virgin.”
Max had to keep himself from laughing hysterically right into the dean’s ass. It was almost as if they had made a scholarship just for him!
“Naturally,” Ms. Johnson went on, “we immediately thought of you. Not only would this keep you from traumatizing any co-eds for a while, but the scholarship also comes with a large grant to the university.”
“The phrasing was quite odd though,” interjected Mrs. Miller, “the grant was given for the ‘use’ of the student.”
“In any case,” Ms. Johnson continued, “we received a brief letter along with a box about a week ago. The letter simply said that they would like to extend an offer, and that we should give you the sealed box.”
“Thnkfu Mttth. Jofunn,” Max didn’t know what else to say. It was all so sudden, and also his limited supply of oxygen was starting to make him a little spacey.
“We will send the box and letter home with you,” Ms. Johnson replied, “and you can make a decision.”
“…In any case,” Ms. Johnson went on after a short pause, “on to your punishment. Mrs. Miller, could you fetch the metal ruler out of my desk drawer?”
“Cnth Iph yutth myph tnghph?” Max asked hopefully.
“Oh Max! You crack me up sometimes,” Ms. Johnson said laughing. “No, you may not use your tongue. I know it’s your birthday and all, but don’t be ridiculous. You are to bring me to orgasm in the usual manner.”
The dean repositioned herself, pressing her now dripping wet pussy firmly on top of Max’s parted lips, and, in doing so, freeing Max’s nose from her butt crack. “You may proceed, Mrs. Miller.”
Mrs. Miller smashed the ruler down onto the boy’s bulging cock-head. Max screamed into the dean’s pussy, and Ms. Johnson moaned with delight.
Max failed to see how his 21st birthday could get any better.