Crawl out on your knees and do whatever it takes to get them to go away.

You are torn between two equally unpleasant possibilities. Go out and 'willingly' let these nerds use your mouth as a cocksleeve, or stay inside and find out how much worse it will be for you if you try to resist. You get a ping on your phone notifying you that your asshole older brother just 'liked' the video of you getting blasted with a bully's baby batter, and you realize that you don't have any face left to save. It's already been irreversibly tainted and shared online.

You unlock the stall and slide down to your knees, crawling towards Jared and his gang of gangly geeks. You tell yourself that you are only doing this because they are outnumbered. You tell yourself this will be the last time you let yourself get cornered and are **** to fellate five nerds in a filthy bathroom. You tell yourself you won't enjoy a second of it, but your cock stands up and calls you a liar.

"That's a good faggot. See, guys, I told you this would be easy. If the little slut is willing to suck off a chess chump out in the open, he'll swallow any dick you wave in front of him. Isn't that right, fag?" You wish you could argue with him, but since he is waving his cock in front of you and your first reaction is to run your tongue up from his balls to his bullet shaped cockhead, you can't exactly rebut his central thesis. You remind yourself that you are only doing this because you are outnumbered and outmatched, but it is getting less convincing everytime you tell yourself you don't savor the taste of musky, meaty manhood.

Four more pricks plop out and slap your face and shoulders. None of these dork's dicks are as impressive as Reggie's in size or girth, but what they lack in quality, they make up for in quantity. You lunge from cock to cock, sliding your lips around them and sucking hard and tight and wet. Your hands spring up on their own, stroking the spit-slicked shafts and keeping them hard and drooling precum for you to suck straight from their spongy heads. Of course, you have to do all this to prevent them from bullying you. It's not like you are actually enjoying this, despite what your aching hard on is trying to tell you.

"Holy shit! This cunt mouth is deep throating my tromboner! NNNGH" One of the nameless nerds is so impressed by your shameless sluttiness that he unloads down your throat. In your defense, with his size it's more like shallow throating, but he sure cums enough to fill a footlonger. This time you don't waste a drop, draining him dry by squeezing your throat muscles until he is spent, with one last spurt for your tongue. You open wide so he can watch you roll it around in your mouth before slurping it down, which you only do so they won't pick on you, of course. That said, you can't help but notice that his load tastes different than Reggie's did, and it has you curious how many flavors cum comes in.

You get an answer soon enough as two twerps shove their overeager erections and sword fight in your stuffed mouth to see who has the honor of cumming next. As it turns out, they both do. This time even your greedy gullet can't contain all their seed and a substantial portion spills out all over your chin. Like the other dweeb, they taste different, and it's almost like getting a savory, spunky ice cream swirl melted on your mouth. You hate to admit it, but you are acquiring a taste for it. Not that you want to be on your knees on the filthy floor, drooling around dicks with your dick drooling in your soiled shorts, but you don't want these weak, wimpy nerds to beat you up.

You look up to see Jared jerking his cock with a look that's half disbelief, half disgust, and all desire. Something snaps inside you and you feel an inexplicable, inescapable instinct to swallow his shaft whole and skull fuck yourself. Jared's moans and whimpers sound downright feminine as you use his almost average cock to tickle your tonsils. His friend loses control watching and waiting and wanking and sprays the side of your face his geek goop. You barely blink as you bob on the last loser's skin flute in a blur. It isn't long before Jared is holding your head down and you can feel his balls on your chin as they unload in your throat.

You fall to the floor full yet unsatisfied. You figure you should be grateful you didn't cum again just by sucking cock, but it only raises more troubling questions. Do you need a bigger boner fucking your throat to make you cream your pants? Is that what you really want, 'deep' down? Or was it just the fear and shame that pushed you over the edge last time? And if that was the case, were you really so scared of these band betas that you couldn't just rush past them? Did you secretly want to suck them off?

Jared and his jerk off squad seem almost as embarrased as you are. As soon as they have their dicks back in their pants, they beat a hasty retreat. You know they will recover their bravado before long, and brag to whoever will listen. If you don't get cleaned up and clear out soon, there will be a line out the door to fuck your face. Then again, maybe that's what you really want?