Week of Bullying: Monday

Part 1 of a 5-part series

You see Megan, your bully, stride confidently toward you from the other end of the cafeteria and your heart sinks. She rolls up her sleeves, revealing her long toned arms, a massive grin on her face. She has long stringy blond hair that hangs down to her waist. Her baggy jeans obscured her shape from the waist down, but the long sleeve loose-fitting shirt that came down to her mid-thigh couldn’t obscure her very prominent double d sized breasts.

            She towers over you, a massive 6’2” compared to your scrawny 5’5” body. “What’s the matter nerd?” She says. “Not happy to see me?”

            She reaches down, her hand moving like a python and grabs your balls through your jeans, gripping and massaging the soft tubes, her fingers lingering on the harder shapes of each nut. A few of the students were intently watching the show, but most were just going about their lunch. For them it had become mostly routine.

            “Hi, Megan.” You squeak in fear that she’ll crush her nuts in your hand without warning. From your own table, your friend Shauna suppresses a giggle, covering her grin with her hand.

            Megan releases your nuts. “Ready for your daily wedgie, nerd?”

            You sigh and bend over, hands flat against the table sticking your scrawny tight butt out. “Fine, just do it.” You say.

            Megan pouts. “Well that isn’t very fun.” Her hand slides down your back and grips the waistband of your boxer briefs. “Maybe we should spice things up?”

            Before you can react, Megan has pulled your underwear and jeans away from you pale buttcheeks while with her other hand she grabs a bowl of macaroni from the table and dumps it into your underwear. A surprised gasping moan escapes your lips as burning cheese and slimy noodles coat your ass, squirming and sliding across your skin like a mass of warm worms.

            The rest of the cafeteria is watching with wide-eyed attention and Shauna muffles a squeal behind her small hands. Gripping your waistband with both hands, Megan yanks your underwear up to your shoulder blades; the cloth of your underpants slices into you smearing the macaroni into your asscrack, the noodles and cheese rubbing against your hole. She lifts you up, bouncing you from your underwear. The front of your briefs is pulled back, your underwear tightening around your balls now shrunken in shame and squashing them. You moan in pain, your voice cracking again.

            Megan drops you against the table and you lay flat, defeated, your eyes crossed.

            “Oh we’re not done yet, loser.”

            Megan lifts you up by your waist, her arms curling around you like a python. She grabs a bottle of hot sauce from the table and pulls your pants and underwear away from your crotch, looking down at your limp, squashed dick and balls…

            Your eyes widen in horror. Even Shauna stops giggling. “Oh god, please don’t.” You gasp.

            Megan’s body presses against yours. You can feel the squish of her breasts through the shirt and the hard lines of the cups of her bra. Your dick, twitches hardening for just a split second. She whispers into your ear. “Sorry baby, I don’t think I will.”

            The hot sauce squirts into your crotch, bathing your dick and balls with liquid fire. Tears immediately form in your eyes and you break out into an intense sweat. You squirm as the burning is immediately accompanied by an intense aching pain that hits you in your sensitive, precious balls and radiates throughout your entire crotch.

            Laughing, Megan grabs your underwear with both hands, one at each hip and lifts you off the ground in a horrific double wedgie. The macaroni squishes and squashes loudly in your ass and your poor burning balls are squashed into your body, the fabric twisting your nuts upward and squeezing the precious hard jewels against your body. After what feels like an eternity, Megan drops you to the floor and you lay in a crumpled squirming heap, your hands gripping your nuts as you squirm and rock against the floor.

            Shauna, thankfully, was ready with a carton of milk and promptly dumps the contents on your junk. You moan as the milk hisses and evaporates against your tortured dick and balls giving you sweat relief.

            Megan stands over you, grinning. “See you tomorrow, bitch boy.”

            Later, in the bathroom you’ve stripped off your jeans and underwear. Your jeans were messy but they’d have to do. The underwear, however, is beyond saving. Sitting spread legged on the toilet (the macaroni scraped from your ass and crack, although it took a while and you poor butt crack still feels sticky and tacky) you look down at your shriveled junk. Your slim circumcised penis, three inches limp, is bright red and pulsating. The head especially was swollen like you had gotten poison ivy. Your balls dangled like two tomatoes red and inflamed.

            You shuddered in fear thinking about what Megan may do to you tomorrow.