You try to cry for help, but it's muffled by Reggie's bishop.

You feel like such a failure crying out for help like a simpering snitch, but you somehow doubt stoically sucking Reggie's rod will do less damage to your reputation than snitching. You crane your neck to try to catch the bus driver's eye, but the view is blocked by ogling onlookers eager to see you bullied by the buff chess champ. You open your mouth to scream, "HeMMPH" but your plea for help is muffled by Reggie's thick cock.

You struggle helplessly as Reggie forces more and more of his unimaginably wide bishop's head past your mouth and down your throat. You try to pull away, but Reggie holds you firm with two fistfuls painfully pulling your hair to keep you in place. Your eyes water and your face goes bright red. You feel like you are going to throw up, but his punishing prick just keeps sliding further and further down your gullet, ignoring your gags and guhs. You can't believe this is happening, it all feels like a horrible nightmare, but the searing sting of your throat stretching tells you it is not, and later you will unfortunately be able to see substantial evidence that this is all too real thanks to the plethora of phones out taking photos and filming your degradation.

By the time your nose crushes against Reggie's hard abs and his balls rest on your chin, you have accepted that this is happening. Fighting it just makes it hurt more, and you have already been exposed as a cocksucker, albeit an unwilling one. You doubt your peers will care about such a minor detail, and they wouldn't believe your futile failing was genuine anyway. It's easier to just go limp and let Reggie use your face as a onahole. Trying for the first time in your life not taking the easy way out ended up with a good ten inches of cock down your throat, so you are taking the path of least resistance from here on out.

Besides, as **** goes, it's not as bad as the usual slaps, punches, kicks, or wedgies. Maybe it's the lack of oxygen as Reggie holds your head firmly on the base of his shaft as your throat spasms against his throbbing girth. Maybe it's the heady, hellish and heavenly mix of adrenaline and endorphins coursing through your body as your brain tries to keep up with the fight or flight or fuck situation you are thrust in. It certainly doesn't taste as bad as you would have imagined. A sprinkle of salt, an undernote of umami, a bouquet of musk that tickles the nose tantalizingly...if you were give a blindfold taste test you would probably say guess it was some rare gourmet delicacy. You just hope your tears and anguished expression come through on the countless videos and photos being captured.

"You guys aren't going to believe this. Not only does this bitch get checkmated in one move, he has the nerve to rub his nubby little stiffie against my leg." Reggie pulls you off his cock for a second and you think you might get an opportunity to offer a denial, but after allowing you to painfully pant for air, he pulls you right back balls deep on his beefy bishop. Your eyes dart around to try to convince your classmates he is lying, their laughter fills your ears and echoes in your head, telling you they are unconvinced. Why did Reggie have to add insult to injury? And why is everyone so eager to believe the most transparent falsehoods about you?

It might be because unbeknownst to you, your cock has been throbbing with need the moment Reggie pushed his prick past your plump, parted lips. You suppose it was the sudden shock, or the distraction of the pain and humiliation and terror of losing your throat virginity to a chess playing powerhouse, but you didn't notice it until Reggie called you out.

Now that you know, you desperately try to fight the filthy feelings and sordid sensations welling up in you, but your cock has a different agenda. If only you could free yourself from straddling Reggie's knotty tree trunk of a calf, but he holds you firmly. If only your brain wasn't on full tilt from the concussive impacts of a cock being jackhammered past your aching jaw while being subjected to a surreal surround sound live performance of your worst nightmare. Whatever the reason, but certainly not because you are actually the sissy beta bitch everyone always said you were, you are harder and hornier than you've ever been in your life.

"Ewwwwww! He's humping your leg like a little Chihuahua!" One of the gaggle of girls watching your **** points and you hear groans and squeals and laughter fill the bus. You are even more shocked and disgusted than your amused audience is. You can't believe you are rubbing your pulsing prick against Reggie's thick, veiny leg, but you also can't seem to stop yourself now that you've got going. You realize with a sweltering rush of shame that your hips are keeping pace with the swollen shaft sawing in and out of your hot hole. The epiphany is too much for you. You flood your tighty whities with the biggest load you've ever shot, cumming harder than you ever dared dream possible and, for one miraculous moment, escaping your torment in blissful blankness.

"Damn! This Queen is NNGH milking the King NNH for all I'm OOH worth. Fucking OOOH checkmate, bitch!" Reggie floods your sore throat with his creamy cum, more than you can guzzle down to avoid overflowing into your mouth and down your flushed cheeks and slack jawed chin. You are stunned stupid, barely registering the roar of the crowd as you instinctively swallow what you can of the stud's seed. You wish you could say you hate the taste, but you can't even stop your self from licking the gooey, gourmand glaze from your lips. Coming to your senses, you manage to wipe off rest off your face, but not before Reggie wipes himself clean in your hair.

SKREEEEEEEEECH

"Alright, enough tom foolery back there. This is your stop kids." The crowd slowly thins behind you as they make their way to school. Reggie whispers, "See you this afternoon, you panty waist pawn," and you cringe at the thought. A strand of hair sticking up straight like a Little Rascal, face crusty and blushing beet red, you make your way off the bus, dreading what will happen when word spreads about your new rep.