Date: Sat, 17 Jul 2004 10:32:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: M F <disciplineandpunish2004@yahoo.com>
Subject: Put In His Place

PUT IN HIS PLACE

by Anonymous


Chapter I 

Well, I had really done it now. I had stepped out of line, and now, as
the school bus drew me closer and closer to the ass-kicking of a
lifetime, I was going to be put in my place. I was shaking from fright.

It had started when this scrawny kid named Danny Mitchell got in my face
as he boarded the bus. It was the last day of school before Spring
Break, and he thought he'd celebrate by smacking me upside the head,
sneering, "Ya like that, Glauder?" So I hit him in the face.

Danny was a "beta male." He was skinny and often picked on by his
friends, who once threw his shoes out the bus window. Of course, he
actually had friends, which still put him above a weak loser like me.
Despite being at the very bottom of my junior high's pecking order, I
had managed to avoid serious trouble -- until now.

I had always been a bit of an outcast, and the fact that my parents kept
moving around didn't help much. I was a geek, skinny, with brown hair
and blue eyes covered with too-large glasses. I wasn't ugly, per se,
but girls mostly ignored me or saw me as a friend. Which pretty much
worked out, because I wasn't much attracted to them anyway.

Actually, sometimes I'd felt sort of a kinship with Danny. He was
scrawny too, not very good at sports, and a bit socially awkward. But in
a more annoying way. He had light blond hair and angular features that
fit with his weevily personality. In my weaker moments, I'd even been
kind of attracted to him.

Now Danny's friends were glaring at me from the back of the bus,
plotting to jump me as soon as I got off. None of them got off at their
stops. They just stared and whispered about what they were going to do
to me.

There were about 20 in all, from a variety of grades and social strata.
Some had been ok to me in the past, but were now in on the fun and eager
to avenge their buddy. The boy's lacrosse team had just practiced, and
there were 5 boys with lacrosse sticks were on the bus, two 9th graders
like me, the others 7th and 8th graders.

The 9th graders were the ring leaders. One was Louis Orleano, a fat,
surly boy with a rep as a bad-ass. The other, John Gucher, was a hot,
mean jock who had often fucked with me, and was the subject of many a
jack-off fantasy. He had dirty blond hair, and what he lacked in height
he more than made up for in muscle mass. In my fantasies, he dominated
and humiliated me, forcing me to my knees and making me suck him off.
Now, I watched his hand movements as he described to all his chuckling
buddies how he would grind my face into the pavement.

Stop after stop went by with none of the guys getting off. Finally, I
just couldn't take it anymore. "Hey, guys," I pleaded, poking my head
around the seat, "I'm really sorry for what I did, and I'll do
anything to make it up. Anything, I swear, if you please don't kick my
ass!"

The boys gawked at me with looks of total contempt. "Have you no
self-respect, faggot?" John sneered. He went back and whispered
something to his buds. I heard "No shit!" and some loud discussion.
Finally, Louis ordered me, "Get off here, Glauder! Into the woods."

It was three stops from mine. It was at the corner of a short dead end,
where there was an entrance into the woods. In case I had any wise
ideas, the boys surged forward and surrounded me. When we went past the
trees, Orleano and Gucher grabbed me by the arms and dragged me along the
path to where it intersected the right-of-way, under the power lines.
The other guys formed a circle around me, laughing:

"This is gonna be great!"

"I can't wait."

I popped a boner. Was my fantasy coming true?


Chapter II

"Ok, faggot," said Louis, "If you be good, and do everything we say,
we might not beat the living shit out of you. We'll see if you're
worthy in a second. For now, we thought it was only fair if our boy
Danny got some payback. You don't mind do you?" Some snickers from
the circle of guys that had surrounded me. "Now pull down your pants
and bend over!"

"Wh- what? Hey, come on, I-"

"Fucking do what you're told, pussy!" shouted John. He and Louis
pulled my shirt over my head and bent me over. "Mike, Jesse, get his
pants." The two, 8th and 7th graders respectively, both really cute and
both lacrosse players, unbuttoned and unzipped my khakis and pulled them
down around my ankles while I sniveled. I was wearing briefs, which
served to draw attention the inferior size of my genitals. Jeers all
around.

"Go get him, Danny."

The kid positioned himself behind me. "This is so awesome." He kicked
me hard in the ass. "Eat it, you fucking faggot! I'm going to make
you sore."

"Thank him when he kicks you, faggot," John ordered me again. "Say:
`thank you sir!'"

He kicked me again and again, with his friends cheering him on and
laughing all the while. "Thank you sir! Thank you sir! Thank you
sir! Ow, God!" It was the most humiliating experience of my life (so
far). At first it just hurt, but after a while I started getting hard.
I was starting to worry that they'd all see how much their punishment
was turning me on, tiny cock notwithstanding, when Danny got tired of
kicking my ass. "Man, that felt good. Thanks, guys." I was panting
from fear and pain and horniness.

John and Louis pushed me away. I stumbled, but quickly righted myself,
and pulled my shirt back down. But when I stooped to pick up my pants,
John stopped me. "Did we say you could pull your pants up, faggot?
You're not done yet. Get down on your knees!"

I did as he commanded, kneeling on the muddy ground. I took care to
squeeze my little dick between my thighs in case it should pop up again.
"If you want to keep us all from clobbering you, loser, you better beg
for mercy. Tell our bud Danny you're sorry for messing with him, and
beg him not to have us kick your ass."

"Uh... I'm so sorry for what I did... I'm really, really sorry... I'll
never do it again..."

"I dunno, that's pretty weak, dude," Louis said, smacking me in the
head with his lacrosse stick. "I think we might just have to beat your
ass anyway."

I started crying like a little bitch. "No, no, please, I'm sorry!
I'm so sorry, Danny! I'm sorry I dared to fight back against you! I
should have known my place by now, but I just saw you walking by me, and
I was so scared and jealous, because you're a man and I'm not! You
see... You see, I have this tiny, pathetic little dick between my legs,
it's only like an inch, hard, and my balls are like peas! They're
practically nonexistent! It's really more of a pussy than a dick! I
just saw Danny walking past me and I thought how he must have a big,
hairy dick between his legs and I was so jealous and I thought for a
second that if I smacked him down I could grow a pair and be a man like
he as and have friends and get girls and shit! But now I see that I'm
just a dickless faggot loser bitch who deserves to be smacked around by
real men! Please have mercy on me!" My cock was pulsing between my
thighs.

The boys roared with laughter. "Oh my God- Oh my God- That was fucking
great!"

"I can't believe he said that!"

"What a pathetic little shit!"

"That was awesome!"

Eventually, the laughter died down. "Now open your mouth," he ordered,
slapping me on either side of my face with his lacrosse stick. I did as
I was told, a little uncertainly, and he shoved the end of his stick in,
sliding it in and out, in and out. "How's that taste, there,
Glauder?"

"Mmph?" I moaned.

He shoved it into my throat, making me gag. "I said, how's it taste?
You like that, don't you? Don't you?"

"Mm-hmm!" I nodded and smiled faintly.

"Now, suck it. I want to see you suck it."

I did it.

"Lick it, faggot. Like it's your daddy's dick."

I gave John's lacrosse stick the best blowjob of its life. The circle
of boys groaned, amused and disgusted at the same time. They whistled
and hooted.

"I can't believe he's actually doing that!"

"He really is a faggot."

"This kid's great."

My teeny peeny grew rock-hard between my thighs.

"I want him to suck my stick!" cried Louis.

"Us too!" The lacrosse players lined up in front of me. After I was
done pleasuring their equipment, to the endless delight of their friends,
John said, "Ok, one last thing, and then you can go."

I was a little relieved and very nervous at the same time.

"You're gonna lick my man Danny's feet." I made a questioning little
whimper. "Go on, faggot. Lick his feet. Get going!" He kicked me in
the ass for emphasis. I crawled over to where my tormentor stood,
laughing cruelly at me, my pants still bunched around my ankles.

"You heard the man," Danny snickered. "Lick my feet." I hesitated a
moment, then lowered my head to his Nikes. They smelled of sweat and
mud. I licked the right one tentatively. It was covered in a fine layer
of dust, which scratched my throat a little. They tasted even worse then
they smelled, but my tiny pea-dick was screaming in joy. "That feels
awesome," Danny exclaimed. There were multiple whispers of disgust from
the boys.

"Now the other one." I obliged. "Keep licking them both and don't
stop till we tell you to." He murmured something to Louis. They walked
up and stood on either side of me -- and I heard them unzip their flies.
My breath caught in my mouth, there was an excited murmur from the
crowd. "Did we say you could stop?!"

I kept licking, and suddenly two streams of hot liquid hit my back.
"Ohhhh, yeah... that's such a relief," Louis remarked. John just
chuckled.

"Oh my God -- they're actually pissing on him!" I heard one genius
observe. Most of the boys just guffawed at my total humiliation.

They were both full of piss, literally, and soaked my back and legs and
bunched-up pants. Louis even sprayed my head a little. "Hey, watch my
shoes!" Danny complained. Outwardly, I was sobbing from humiliation,
but my dick just couldn't take it anymore. I creamed my undies with a
shudder.

I had stopped licking by the time they shook out the last drops.
"Wow," said John, "I've never pissed on anyone before. That felt
pretty good. We should do it again sometime." He and Louis high-fived
each other.

"Yeah... I guess we can't beat him up now," Louis replied. "I don't
want to touch piss. Besides, he's learned his lesson. Haven't you,
Glauder?" I just kept sobbing quietly. "Hey, but we can all spit on
him before we go!" He demonstrated, hocking onto my back with
surprising force. The rest of his crew all followed suit, most a couple
of times. "Hey, guess what, Glauder? We've all decided that you're
going to be Danny's bitch for the rest of the year. See you in
school." They laughed and stomped off home singing "We Are the
Champions."

I was left in the middle of the woods with my pants around my ankles and
my ass sore and bruised, covered in spit, piss, tears, and cum. I
wondered what going back to school would be like.