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“We could start all the paperwork and proceedings for a sexual harassment and bullying charge…but there’s something you haven’t considered.” Professor Gordon said. “What is it?” I asked quietly. “You could just be exactly what those boys are accusing you of. You’re the prey, they’re the predators. If you own it, admit it, it’s not bullying anymore. It’s attention. It’s praise. And I have a hunch that you love male attention. I think you crave it.” He said. “How is that attention?! Those guys follow me after class, they call me names, Tim Davis told me to suck his dick and then he spit in my face!” I said, voice trembling. “Oof Tim is a hot guy. Did you go back to your dorm and touch yourself after he did that?” He asked me. “What?! Professor Gordon I’m confused. Why wou—” I started but he interrupted. “You ARE confused. This isn’t high school anymore. You’re supposed to grow up at some point. It’s time to take accountability for the interactions you have every day. It’s time you start living as who and what you are.” He said seriously. “Professor, I’m not sure what you’re trying to say. I came here because I thought you were the right person to report this too.” I said angrily. “I am the right person…and watch your tone little boy. You’re a nasty submissive bottom and you know it. And where was all that fire when you where getting all the male attention?” He said. “Please stop calling it attention.” I said fuming. He rustled under the table for a second and the he pushed his giant sweaty feet across the table. They were so damp they made a loud squeaking sound as they rubbed across the wood. The scent hit me. Strong fresh sweat, he obviously hadn’t worn socks all day. I developed a frog in my throat, I wanted to cry from embarrassment when I realized I was starting to get hard. I couldn’t utter a word. I looked down as my eyes started to well up. The tent in my pants kept growing. “That’s muuuch better. Look at that bright red face! I see why those young men pick on you. Humiliation and shame look sexy on that pretty face of yours. Now. The next time Tim Davis tell you to suck his dick you reply ‘actually, I prefer it in the ass’ or, ‘just say when and where Sir’. If you humiliate yourself they can’t.” He said. He started rubbing his feet together and the scent intensified. I closed my eyes, they began to leak so did my dick. “Get down on your knees little boy. You’re going to sniff my huge sweaty stinky feet, lick my soles clean, suck each toe, and thank me the whole time. I’m going to record you while you’re doing it. Then I’m going to sit here and watch you send it to every single guy who has bullied you, along with a simple message, ‘please let me do you next’. This is how to resolve a bullying problem. They’re only picking on you because they have unresolved sexual desires for you too…and hey, if it doesn’t work out I don’t actually give a fuck! You’ll be my good boy, and I’ll go on humiliating you. You’ll get lots of my attention. Win-win. Get on your knees boy. Ooo that deer red face really makes my sack churn.” He said as I got down onto the floor. I was crying in earnest and I’d never been hornier in my whole life.

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You fuckin kidding me right now? Why would I ever use this perfectly clean bathroom when I have you right here? We just saw a hard working man just break his back getting this place spotless and you want me to spray piss all over that? Hell no. I respect him. I understand him. You’re definitely confused though. That’s why I’m gonna use your mouth instead of a urinal. Not only because I like to do it. Not only because it turns me on to see you all panicked and struggling not to spill a drop. But because you need a reminder that you and I, we are not the same. You’re not a man. You will NEVER be a man. You’re a fag so the closest you can come to manhood is to serve men. Nothing really sends a clearer message of just how different we are than you drinking my piss. You serve, I get served. And If that man that was cleaning this place comes back, you’ll drink his piss too. Because he’s worth more than you. Any real man is. Your worth is determined by who is using you. Is that clear? Are you understanding? So maybe you should be on you knees right? Don’t close your mouth, don’t spill. I’ll knock your lights out.

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I could feel that the fabric was still warm and damp in my hands. My crotch throbbed. Waves of self hate traded off with deep lust. I had the best boyfriend in the world. Sensitive, caring, and so good to me… His father was a disgusting beast and I was obsessed with him. The first time I met him I was in denial about the things he made me feel. The man was in a recliner, stained tank top, hairy gut hanging out, with a hand down his pants. He gave me a grunt of acknowledgment and kept watching the tv. He asked me if I could smell dinner cooking, and when I said no, he ripped such a loud fart that I jumped. “How about now?” He’d said laughing. Joey was so upset, I convinced him I thought it was hilarious. The truth was I’d had to hide my erection, I beat off furiously when I got home. I found any excuse for us to just stay in at his dad’s house. When he’d kick off his work boots the stench was enough to make your nose hairs curl. I wanted to mash my face into those sweaty socks, shove my tongue through each hole those graying socks. Every second I could spend around Big-Joe made me fall deeper into my sick obsession. The first time I ever had to excuse myself to jerk-off in the bathroom it was mid-winter. Big-Joe was on day three of not showering, he stripped out of his layers, and landed on his recliner in a thump. I could smell his pits all the way on the other side of the sofa. “Jesus Christ dad! You reek. Take a shower old man!” Joey had said. “It’s too cold for all that shit. Deal with it pansy!” Big-Joe spat back he lifted his arm and blew his scent at us. I quickly excused myself to the bathroom while they argued. The next time I had to leave and jerk off he’d reached down his pants and scratched his balls, he lifted his fingers to his nose and winced. “Fuck me, I guess I’m makin’ sour dough in that oven.” I ran to the bathroom, closed the door, and sat down to rub one out when I saw them all in a pile behind the door. Days and days of his nasty worn boxers. I knew it was crossing some unspoken line. There’s no coming back from sniffing your boyfriend’s father’s underwear. But I did it. I lifted each foul pair to my nose. It wasn’t just the strong smell of his musk that got me. It was his scent mixed with the smell of tobacco, stale beer, and dried piss… I bust a nut in four strokes. Quickly I figured out his routines, I knew when there would be a fresh set. Figured out I could take pairs home with me and bring them back before he realized they were gone. Like some perverse library. But now, in this moment, was the first time I’d ever gotten to a pair so soon after he’d worn them. I pulled the warm damp fabric to my nose. I closed my eyes and swayed on my feet. Jesus he smelled vile and I was an addict. “I don’t know what’s gonna break baby Joey’s heart more. The fact that I caught you sniffing my underwear, or the fact that this is happening again.” Big-Joe said behind me. FUCK, he should be watching TV. He never came out of the den on Sundays. In my panic I said, “what are you talking about?! I thought the were Joey’s.” “Sure you did, and I’m Nancy Reagan. Well go on sniff ‘em you little pig.” He said blowing smoke in my face. “Big-Joe, look I’m sorry please don’t tell Joey I was just curious is all, can we just forget about this whole thing?” I begged. “Curious? You been at it for weeks. Now hold ‘em up to your nose. Tell me they don’t smell like the most rank low hangers on the planet.” He said. I took a quick sniff and couldn’t help but moan. His musky sweat was so strong that the fabric felt oily. “I keep telling Baby Joe he’s got it all wrong. You lil pillow biters aren’t boyfriend-sexuals. You’re homosexuals. You want men, and I’m a fuckin MAN. That’s why He brings home fag after fag, and where do they end up? Between my legs. Choking down my spunk. I like to rail the prettier ones in the ass. So I hope you’re ready.” He said standing even closer.

The logical part of my brain was telling me I should be disgusted by how intense his working man stench was, meanwhile, down my pants I was gushing so much precum I wondered if I’d pissed myself. Another puff of smoke in my face. He grabbed the boxers out of my hands he pulled them over my head. Too many strong smells hit me at once my vision went white and I tried not to faint. He grabbed my neck in one of his massive hands. “What a shame baby Joey really liked you… maybe I’ll have a talk with him. The three of us can work somethin’ out. I’m not about to do anything to you I haven’t already done to him.” He said giving my newly covered head a few playful swats. He lead me by the wrist down the hallway to his room. He tossed me like a ragdoll on to his bed. “I really gotta think about this, what position do I want him to find us in?” He said as he stripped down and climbed into bed. My head was reeling and I was convinced I was dreaming. The sharp smell of his armpit clamped over the dirty underwear on my face told me I was very much awake. “Why overcomplicate things? Doggy so he can see what a cheating bitch you are.”

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Dreaming about having a guy force me to wear a diaper so he can take out his cock and piss into it when he needs to go. It's not for me, he just wants to make me wear around his own personal urinal. I'm not allowed to use it, I have to hold while he sticks the tip of his cock into the front part of the waistband and lets loose for the third time. When it's really full he allows me to relieve myself, but it leaks all down my legs and he makes fun of me for it. When it's over he lets me put my panties back on, but he's been drinking so much and has to go again, so he pulls them aside and thrusts deep in me to finish pissing and deposit a huge load that will slowly seep out of me for hours.

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No tantrums would help you right now. Daddy is choosing your outfit for today and that’s final. No matter how loud you’d scream or how many tears you’d shed while crying or how many times you’d stomp your feet to the ground or bang your fists on the floor. It wouldn’t help you at all. You are the baby of this household. You wear and wet the diapers, you are being fed, you are being spanked and put to sleep early. 

Did you think daddy would stop when it comes to the big scary outside? Eventually people from your life need to know who you really are, not just daddy. Don’t act all surprised, daddy is just pushing you to where you always wanted to go. You need people to know that you are just a pathetic big baby. Today they’ll know.

Throw your tantrum little boy, cry your heart out, but in an hour everybody will know who you really are. You can suck on your pacifier to calm yourself down while they will laugh and pat your diaper butt.

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@bilbng86 is being prepared for his big outing.

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Degrade him. He’ll resist initially, but after he’s done it and survived he’ll realize it won’t kill him and that it’s not so bad to be at the bottom of the pyramid. It’ll help you soften him up for the cage that you’re going to lock on his cock and use to control him. After all, if you can get him to eat out of a dog bowl, how bad can chastity be?

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After school