Boi Cunt School
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
15,460
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction about sex between men and boys, aged 6-16. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Chapter 4
©2010 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
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Chapter 4
Marcus was frighteningly calm. He took the 14-year old's hand and told him to stand on his chair. Every eye in the room stared toward him. Marcus lifted the plaid skirt and told him to hold it up. Hunter wasn't so cocky any more. He started to tremble, but he held up his skirt as told. Everyone, in front and behind, could see the red lace trimmed satin thong Mizz Faith had given him to wear. Marcus pulled it down to his knees.
"Now then, Mia, you are a student here at Boi Cunt School. Do you know how we spell Boi? B O I. We spell it that way because there are no real boys here. Look around the room at all your lovely sisters. Do you see any boys, Mia?" Hunter shook his head. The three musketeers wondered if he was losing his resolve. Mike wasn't the only one thinking to himself, well, I'M a real boy.
"Now then, this thing, Mia." Marcus curled his forefinger on his thumb and flicked the boy's penis.
"Ouch! You hurt my dick, Mr. Marcus."
"No, Mia, it's not your dick." He flicked it again. Throughout the dining room, boys were covering their privates. They could feel the sharp pain themselves.
"Ouch! Well then, my cock. You're hurting it bad." Marcus shook his head and flicked it again. "Ow! Stop it! My schlong! My johnson! My peter!" Hunter shouted every term he could think of and none of them were right. His poor boytool was being relentlessly attacked.
Ethan couldn't take it any more. "It's your clit, Mia!"
Marcus spun around. "Who said that?"
"Me, Sir. Jasmine." Ethan stood up.
"Where did you learn that, Jasmine?"
"Mizz Isabella she taught us to call it that."
"You're absolutely right, Jasmine. Come here and let me give you a big hug." Marcus picked Ethan off the floor like he weighed nothing, held him tight and kissed him on the mouth. He set him back down. The three musketeers watched in disgust as the brown nose return to his seat.
Marcus turned back to Hunter. He flicked his dick one more time. "Ouch! It's my clit, Sir. You're hurting my clit. My girl clit. There I said it. I'm a fuckin girl and I got a fuckin clit and my name is fuckin Mia." He started to step down.
"Mia, Mia. Stay right there, little Girl. I know you're angry, but you shouldn't use words like that. Those are words for boys to use, not proper little girls like you. Now, let me make your clit feel all better." He bent down and kissed the abused penis.
Then he walked behind the student perched up there on the chair as an example for the rest of the class. "Now, Mia, take your two hands and pull your buttocks apart." He took his finger and poked Hunter's anus.
"Ouch! That hurt!"
"What hurt, Mia. What is this?" He poked it again harder.
"My ass hole, Sir." He knew he got that answer right. Girls may not have dicks, but they certainly had ass holes. Hunter had firsthand experience with the ass holes of three of his female classmates. They'd given him their asses instead of their cunts so they wouldn't get pregnant. He nailed them all just four weeks ago, mostly out of frustration. It was right after his mom's boy friend tried unsuccessfully to get inside his pants.
"What did you say, Girl?"
"My ass hole, Sir. Mia's little girl ass hole." Marcus poked it harder. "Ouch!"
The other boys in the room were shocked. They were sure that was the right answer. They began to shout out alternative names: Shit Chute, Pooper, Anus. Each time Hunter repeated one of these words, he got goosed harder and deeper.
He had tears in his eyes.
Marcus turned to the other lads. "Girls, Girls, Girls. Are your minds all in the gutter? Girls shouldn't be thinking about dirty things like feces, the gross stuff that comes out of this hole. No, no, Girls. You should be thinking about, dreaming about, craving, the wonderful beautiful things that are going to go INTO those holes." He grinned. Some of the boys turned red; they'd already had their ass holes penetrated against their will.
Marcus turned back to Hunter who was still holding his butt open. "Now, Mia, Sweetie. Listen very carefully and I'll tell you what this is." He touched the anus again but gently this time. "Girl, this is your..." You could hear a pin drop. Every boy wanted to learn the correct answer. "Are you ready, Mia?" Hunter nodded. "This is your cunt. C U N T. Now say it, Girl."
"My cunt, Sir. Mia's little girl cunt," he whispered.
"Does your cunt still hurt, Mia?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Then I'll make it feel better." He bent over and kissed Hunter's hole. "You may pull up your pretty thong now, Girl, and climb down." Hunter scampered off the chair.
But Alejandro came over to him and whispered, "Mia, you come with me. I'm going to teach you more about your cunt, Girl." He took his hand and led him out of the dining room.
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As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Chapter 4
Marcus was frighteningly calm. He took the 14-year old's hand and told him to stand on his chair. Every eye in the room stared toward him. Marcus lifted the plaid skirt and told him to hold it up. Hunter wasn't so cocky any more. He started to tremble, but he held up his skirt as told. Everyone, in front and behind, could see the red lace trimmed satin thong Mizz Faith had given him to wear. Marcus pulled it down to his knees.
"Now then, Mia, you are a student here at Boi Cunt School. Do you know how we spell Boi? B O I. We spell it that way because there are no real boys here. Look around the room at all your lovely sisters. Do you see any boys, Mia?" Hunter shook his head. The three musketeers wondered if he was losing his resolve. Mike wasn't the only one thinking to himself, well, I'M a real boy.
"Now then, this thing, Mia." Marcus curled his forefinger on his thumb and flicked the boy's penis.
"Ouch! You hurt my dick, Mr. Marcus."
"No, Mia, it's not your dick." He flicked it again. Throughout the dining room, boys were covering their privates. They could feel the sharp pain themselves.
"Ouch! Well then, my cock. You're hurting it bad." Marcus shook his head and flicked it again. "Ow! Stop it! My schlong! My johnson! My peter!" Hunter shouted every term he could think of and none of them were right. His poor boytool was being relentlessly attacked.
Ethan couldn't take it any more. "It's your clit, Mia!"
Marcus spun around. "Who said that?"
"Me, Sir. Jasmine." Ethan stood up.
"Where did you learn that, Jasmine?"
"Mizz Isabella she taught us to call it that."
"You're absolutely right, Jasmine. Come here and let me give you a big hug." Marcus picked Ethan off the floor like he weighed nothing, held him tight and kissed him on the mouth. He set him back down. The three musketeers watched in disgust as the brown nose return to his seat.
Marcus turned back to Hunter. He flicked his dick one more time. "Ouch! It's my clit, Sir. You're hurting my clit. My girl clit. There I said it. I'm a fuckin girl and I got a fuckin clit and my name is fuckin Mia." He started to step down.
"Mia, Mia. Stay right there, little Girl. I know you're angry, but you shouldn't use words like that. Those are words for boys to use, not proper little girls like you. Now, let me make your clit feel all better." He bent down and kissed the abused penis.
Then he walked behind the student perched up there on the chair as an example for the rest of the class. "Now, Mia, take your two hands and pull your buttocks apart." He took his finger and poked Hunter's anus.
"Ouch! That hurt!"
"What hurt, Mia. What is this?" He poked it again harder.
"My ass hole, Sir." He knew he got that answer right. Girls may not have dicks, but they certainly had ass holes. Hunter had firsthand experience with the ass holes of three of his female classmates. They'd given him their asses instead of their cunts so they wouldn't get pregnant. He nailed them all just four weeks ago, mostly out of frustration. It was right after his mom's boy friend tried unsuccessfully to get inside his pants.
"What did you say, Girl?"
"My ass hole, Sir. Mia's little girl ass hole." Marcus poked it harder. "Ouch!"
The other boys in the room were shocked. They were sure that was the right answer. They began to shout out alternative names: Shit Chute, Pooper, Anus. Each time Hunter repeated one of these words, he got goosed harder and deeper.
He had tears in his eyes.
Marcus turned to the other lads. "Girls, Girls, Girls. Are your minds all in the gutter? Girls shouldn't be thinking about dirty things like feces, the gross stuff that comes out of this hole. No, no, Girls. You should be thinking about, dreaming about, craving, the wonderful beautiful things that are going to go INTO those holes." He grinned. Some of the boys turned red; they'd already had their ass holes penetrated against their will.
Marcus turned back to Hunter who was still holding his butt open. "Now, Mia, Sweetie. Listen very carefully and I'll tell you what this is." He touched the anus again but gently this time. "Girl, this is your..." You could hear a pin drop. Every boy wanted to learn the correct answer. "Are you ready, Mia?" Hunter nodded. "This is your cunt. C U N T. Now say it, Girl."
"My cunt, Sir. Mia's little girl cunt," he whispered.
"Does your cunt still hurt, Mia?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Then I'll make it feel better." He bent over and kissed Hunter's hole. "You may pull up your pretty thong now, Girl, and climb down." Hunter scampered off the chair.
But Alejandro came over to him and whispered, "Mia, you come with me. I'm going to teach you more about your cunt, Girl." He took his hand and led him out of the dining room.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.