Lockerroom Punishment – Part 1

I was always the small kid in my class, subject to bullying and practical jokes of all kinds. I knew there was nothing I could do to stop them, and the teachers were never much help either. I also had a crush that I was hopelessly drooling over, day in and day out. I caught myself staring at him again today in the locker room. The football team Captain, Patrick. He has the most amazing body. Perfectly chiseled abs, huge leg muscles, and the most handsome face imaginable. I practically worshiped him. I stopped staring and tried to look away in time, but he noticed. His face seemed to fill red with anger. “Are you staring at me faggot?” He growled. I couldn’t deny it, he was going to kill me for sure. As he approached me I could see every detail of his gorgeous figure, and was almost turned on by it, had it not been for my immediate doom that was sure to follow.

I slowly backed against a locker, and cowered. He reached over and grabbed me by the shoulder throwing me into the lockers. I collapsed on the ground sputtering, wanted to just die. I knew he wasn’t finished yet. “That will teach you to look at me, queer boy,” He glared. He reached down and yanked me off the ground, and I landed on wobbly legs only managing to stand because of his strong muscular arm holding me up. At that very moment the class bell rang. “I’ll see you again later Fag,” He said, dropping me to the ground, and leaving. I wanted to cry, but the pain made even my tears hurt. It wasn’t my body that was the only thing that was hurting, it was also my heart. I would never get the hot jock now.

My next two classes were a blur of boredom and drowsiness. I nearly fell asleep twice, and finally was relieved to hear the lunch bell. At lunch I sat at a table alone, and was soon joined by Patrick. “So Shane, what the hell was that back in the locker room?” He asked angrily. “I didn’t mean anything by it I swear,” I yelped. “Bullshit,” he scowled. “I know exactly what you were thinking, and you better not do it again.” He stared intently at me waiting for my response. “I won’t, I promise.” A promise I could never keep. “Well I still don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet. I will show you after school how you can make it up to me.” He grinned and walked off.

I was too nauseous to finish my lunch, and I waiting through my next classes dreading the end of school. As the last bell rang for school to be let out I slipped into one of the bathrooms and waiting about twenty minutes for him to leave. Thinking he would be gone by the time I got out, I walked confidently out of school and across the parking lot. There was only one car left now. My worst fears had been realized, and there was nowhere to run. Patrick stepped out of his car grinning. He was finally going to finish me off. “Get over here Shane,” he ordered. I obeyed hoping to maybe ease my pain by listening to him. I looked down at his pants and noticed a large bulge, and knew what he had in mind.

He grabbed me and threw me against his car, pulling his cock out of his pants. It was huge, nearly 8″, and cut. He pushed me down to my knees and placed the head against my lips. I could feel the throbbing against my face, and opened my mouth to accept it graciously. He slowly slid his cock in and out of my mouth, mostly letting me do all the work. I could tell he was enjoying this, because as I sucked him he moaned softly to himself, and guided my head with his hands. He moved my head a little to the side and my teeth scraped along his dick. This made him angry and he slapped me hard in the side of the head. I cried out but my yelp was muffled by the enormous cock in my mouth. Finally I sucked him very hard, and his dick began pulsing and gushing his cum into the back of my throat. With this he pulled out, and stood me up, and turned me around.

Pulling down my pants, and boxers, he slapped my ass hard. I felt a twinge and grimaced. He hit me again causing me to let out a quiet scream. Now he was ready, and using the cum and saliva as lubrication he shoved himself right in without stopping. Tears streamed down my face, and I wanted him to stop, but something told me to keep going. Oh it felt so good. He started slow and got quicker, moving in and out with erratic thrusts, cause me to moan loudly with each one. Reaching in front of me he began to jack off my already hard 7″ dick with his hand. He was quite good, and that was probably due to his massive upper body strength. While thrusting he began to smack me with his other arm say thing things like, “You like that, don’t you bitch,” and “Yes I’m going to fuck you harder.” This caused me to start moaning for more. I began say things like “Yes, yes, give it to me,” and “Harder, you know I want it.” I couldn’t even control myself, the heat and passion of the sex had completely taken over my body. I could tell he was about to cum, and he began rubbing my cock faster. I was so close, that’s when his cock gushed his load into me, I blew my load all over his car. He pulled himself out, and zipped up his pants. He made me lick my own cum off his car, which I didn’t mind, and then left. Before he left though, he said he might punish me again next week. I could hardly wait.