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How to Stop a Faggot - 3
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)
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Michael the faggot's torment increases as he is made to
strip and piss for the class. (MM/m-teen, exh, nc, 1st,
mast huml, forced nudity)
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Dr. Milton Brass was in his element. He was in front of
a room filled with horny hunky straight jock teenage
boys, and he was having some fun degrading and
humiliating a faggot. Nothing could be hotter as far as
the medical man was concerned.
Poor young Michael, on the other hand was feeling
awful. He felt like he might faint any moment. Here he
was, standing on a chair in front of a room filled with
guys form his new school. He was dressed in only a jock
strap, and all kinds of terrible accusations were being
leveled at him. He cursed himself for ever trusting the
doctor enough to talk to him about his sexual
insecurities. How could they treat another human being
with such scorn and contempt? Michael kept hoping this
was only a terrible dream from which he would
momentarily awaken.
"Now boys, let's take a look at the faggot's tits. One
sure way to spot a faggot is by the tits. Many, but
again I stress, not all, faggots have tits that
resemble the udders of a budding teenage girl. The
stereotypical faggot chest is not tight and hard with
well formed pec slabs like all of you boys have the
typical faggot chest sags a bit, is somewhat soft, and
often sports large nipples that look like they should
be giving milk to a baby's mouth."
The guys in the room laughed again, and some were
openly rubbing their crotches. The doctor saw this and
smiled. These horny boys needed some sexual release. He
reached up and grabbed some of Michael's tit. He
squeezed the tit flesh. It was true that Michael, while
having a nice body, was in no way muscular. His chest
was soft and smooth. Then the doctor grabbed one of
Michael's large nipples and squeezed and twisted it.
Michael almost lost his balance on the chair.
"See boys? Doesn't this udder look just bursting with
titty milk? You can almost see it squirting out. I've
seen some jock boys I know have lots a fun working over
a faggots titties for hours on end, trying to get them
to squirt milk."
Doctor Brass set his pointer aside for a moment and
then reached up and grabbed a faggot tit in each hand
and began to tug. Michael was almost pulled down off
the chair, as the doctor yanked on his now swollen and
sore nipples. The doc tugged first one then the other
tit like he was milking a cow. The guys in the room
clapped their hands in rhythm and roared with laughter.
God Damn, but Doc Brass was a great guy!
"Ugh...you're hurting me. Stop Please!" Michael
grunted, but Doc Brass was putting on a good show for
his students.
"No milk?" he said, twisting the raw nipples. "She must
have given all her tit juice to some stray puppies she
found on the street." Then he stepped back and took a
little bow to more applause from the boys.
"Okay Faggot, off with the jock strap. And from now on
remember, only pink panties! And boys, when this faggot
swims in gym class, I want you to make damn sure that
he's not wearing a swim suit, only a nice pink thong!
We want everybody in the school to know he's a cock
hungry faggot at all times!" The doctor whacked poor
Michael with his stick. "You hear me, Cuntface, get
that jock strap off!"
Michael started to peel down his jock strap. The
muscular boys in the class watching him, leaned forward
in their seats, anticipating the kid's complete
humiliation. The jock pouch came down and Michael
stepped out of it. The guys busted a gut as the
Faggot's rather small penis was revealed. Michael had
never been so embarrassed in his young life. To have to
stand there totally bare assed naked in front of those
jocks.
Doctor Brass laughed too. "Oh, you boys are way ahead
of me. You can see already what a pathetic little worm
this Faggot has between his legs. When I gave him his
entrance physical I had to do everything I could to
keep from laughing out loud. Michael was crying now,
and he brought his hands together in front of his
teenage genitals. The Doctor thwacked him with the
stick. "Hands at your side, Faggot!" Michael complied.
"Look at this boys! It looks more like a clit than a
dick! Stand up straight boy!" The doctor took the boy's
small shriveled dick in one hand. "It really is more
like a large clitty than a cock at all. I mean, anyone
can see even in it's flaccid state that it's way too
small to ever fuck a girl." The Doctor fingered
Michael's tiny prick. The boy wanted to die of shame.
"Collins, how big does your prick hang flaccid?"
A really cute 18 year old jock in the second row
blushed a bit as the guys turned toward him. "Six and a
half inches, Sir." The guys cheered and several slapped
Collins on the back.
"Ortega?"
A sultry looking Latino hunk smiled. "Mine hangs five
inches with another inch of foreskin."
The doctor nodded and smiled. "You see. And the faggot
here hangs...let me see," he grabbed a tape measure and
put it to the boy's tiny dick. "About two inches!"
THE ROOM ROCKED WITH LAUGHTER.
"So you see, gentlemen," the Doc raised a hand to calm
the uproar, "the faggot really has more of a clit than
a cock! That's true of many faggots. That's why they so
worship the fuckmeat of real men. That and the fact the
Faggot's favorite food is dick sauce!" Some of the boys
were laughing so hard that tears were streaking their
faces. Others couldn't wait to get the faggot alone
outside of the classroom to have a little fun with the
boycunt!
"Please, Sir. I don't feel good. I need to go to the
bathroom...!"
The Faggot whispered, tears on his face too, but not
from laughing.
"You need to take a piss? Perfect! The Doctor held up a
plastic cup.
To be continued...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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