School of course. We are good students after all

Jason strode along the sidewalk, the chain held in one hand and his phone in the other. DJ knew Jason was texting or typing away on the phone constantly, but his attention was elsewhere. If it wasn’t the tall heels and the way his body moved with each step, it was the way the chain jingled and pulled on his throat. The smell of his perfume and the feel of the air blowing up his miniscule skirt were also distracting.

Wrapping his arms around his stomach, which only made the huge breast forms even more pronounced, DJ tried to ignore the lust that was still plaguing him after he had been **** to shove an anal plug inside of him and admit to loving it on camera. His cock wobbled along as I stuck straight out from his groin, tenting the tartan skirt. The feeling of it rubbing against the feminine garment was just one of the things that kept him riding on the edge of his lust.

So it was a surprise for both boys to look up and realize the school was within their sights. The sound of the bell rang out and students began to move en masse towards their first period class rooms. DJ’s eyes flicked back and forth, just waiting for one of those students to look back and see him. He kept expecting a call out of “Look at the sissy!” to ring out and students to suddenly come flying towards him. Every time a sound rang out, DJ would flinch and pray, only for it to not be important.

Slowly, Jason led DJ towards the front of the school. As teens made their way to class, it became apparent that a pair of groups were standing out in front of the class and waiting for the pair. One group, DJ knew well. The other he only knew by association.

The first group was all seniors. Eighteen year olds who had joined the robotics club in hopes of creating a robot to fight in the robot fight clubs that many colleges were beginning to take part in. A quartet of nerdy kids stood there and leered openly at DJ’s bare legs, bouncy breasts, and obvious erection. The first was Jenson. A tall rich kid, his acne scars and overly lean build made it difficult for him to find a girlfriend. Next to him was Morgan, the chubby Somoan of the club was a bigger kid who actually had an incredibly delicate touch when it came to the smaller parts of the bots. The last pair were the Simpson twins, Kyle and Kelly. The blonde surfer boy looks hid a pair of socially inept eighteen year olds who had more interest in the internet and manga than they did in trying to interact with real women.

DJ’s fear at the robotics club seeing him was because they knew him from before the changes he had gone through that morning. The second group scared him for a completely different reason. The three boys standing there were all well above six feet tall. Morgan’s cousin Eddie was the ringleader of the group. The huge Somoan was a star wrestler and had played linebacker for the football team leading them to their fourth straight title run. Next to him was Travis Oaks. Travis was not only the big man for the basketball team, standing almost seven feet tall. But also played for the school's basketball team as the starting center. The smallest of the three boys, only standing at about six foot two, was Jamal Henderson. Jamal was the school’s star track runner as well as the starting running back for the same varsity team as the other two.

The two groups of men were in discussions as Jason led DJ up to them. The shouts rang out across the emptying quad as the groups argued. “If you fucking nerds don’t shut the fuck up and go back to masturbating over some video game, I’m gonna drop kick you so hard your daddy will feel it.”

The threat from Eddie didn’t seem to back down Morgan at all. “Ey Uce, you can talk all the shit you want but you know you ain’t gonna beat no one. Just cause you big shit on campus don’t mean you always get your way.”

Jason’s voice cut through the bickering pair quickly as he came to a stop in between the groups. “Alright gentlemen. What seems to be the problem?” The feel of exposure as all seven men turned to look directly at Jason and therefore DJ **** DJ to move in closer to Jason in an attempt to hide himself from their gazes. When Jason felt DJ’s body crowding near his, he yanked the chain to pull DJ over to his side and wrapped an arm around the feminine boy’s waist in a possessive manner.

Eddie turned towards Jason and grunted. “The boys and I saw your message and had a free period. We wanted to use the sissy to get some tension out, if you know what I mean. These bitches keep going on about some reservation or some shit. Look Anderson, just hand the chain over and we will give the faggot back next period, probably.”

Jason’s eyes narrowed at the demand and threat, but he kept his mouth closed as he turned to Morgan’s group and waited for their side. Morgan, shaking his head at his cousin’s neanderthal tactics, spoke up. “It is simple Jason. We paid for the first period, you agreed. We have a verbal contract. The boys have made a new device and we want to test it out on the sissy. Plus, we think she owes us for not lying about being a man for the whole last school year. Imagine if we could have been getting blowjobs on every field trip?”

DJ winced and cringed back into Jason’s embrace. He tried to bury his make-up covered face into his friend's chest as he listened to the two groups of boys talking about him and each demanding his body for their obvious sexual gratification. Jason’s hand patted the plump skirt covered ass condescendingly as he waved off both groups' arguments. “This is my slut boys. Neither of you has any right to anything I don’t say you do. Still, let me think this over.”

Suddenly vibrations sprouted from the silicon object buried in DJ’s ass. A soft moan escaped his lips before he could stop it and his hands shot down to cross over his extended cock as the sensations bombarded his mind. Jason turned to the side and whispered into his ear. “Tell me slut. Do you want to go with the jocks and find out if they really are packing what all the cheerleaders brag about? Do you want to go with your friends and see just what the robotics club might have built for you to test out? Or do you want to go to math class with me and see what kind of fun we can get up to before Ms. Templeton kicks you out for moaning and distracting the class?”