Rained on and stepped over

“Nah… ‘fraid who's ever tab this is was smart enough to put a limit on quick-payments. We could afford the shock stuff or some pictures, but that’s about it… And I wouldn’t just do it anyway, by the way… Y’know how quick that collar’ll call in the Corpos if it thinks you’re taking more than's owed.” The cool, calm voice of this smaller teen, who actually had hold of the device causing him so much misery, surprised Jesse. He half felt the boy was more interested in the workings of the tablet itself, than what it was doing to him.

“Well that blows… what’s the point if all we can do is watch as he spazzes out and jizzes himself in broad daylight?”

“I mean you said it yourself… All those noises he’s making and the way he’s rolling around is pretty hot. No-one’ll care if we just jack off over a whore who happens to be lying in the street, right?”

“Oh yeah, that should be fine… I can just leave this running on full power and ditch the tab before they track it. I expect it’ll time-out at some point and let him go, but we’ll be well gone by then.”

Jesse could follow this track of decisions in the back of his mind, but his conscious thoughts had been completely overwritten by over-stimulation. He could feel his eyes glazing over as the delinquents closed in, casting dark, looming shadows over his prostrate form.

He could barely keep track of how long they stood there, each with his own meat in hand as they watched him writhe and moan. At one point it simply began raining: Warm, sticky splatters which glued themselves to his forehead, chest or cheeks. Then he was left alone, still completely unable to move as electric pulses drove through his body and met right in the middle of that confusing line between pleasure and pain. He must have orgasmed himself, several more times. The feel of his own ejaculate, trickling down his thighs… was somehow worse than the leavings of others he now wore.

Several passersby walked over and around him as he lay across the sidewalk, but most barely glanced at him. He was just another discarded slut, after all… they simply assumed he had been left there for a reason. One middle-aged office lady offered him a pitying smile… but that was the nearest thing to kindness he saw.

Finally, after an unfathomable space in time of which he could attach no measurement to… The teen found himself able to heave himself upright once more. The shocks might have subsided half an hour ago, for all he knew… Now was still the first moment he was able to stand. His hair hung loose and tangled around his face, the neat braid having fallen out completely. He wiped what semen he could find from his features… but there always seemed to be another blob caught in his fringe, or sliding down beneath his top.

Jesse limped away toward the Maglev station… fairly certain not much could go worse with the rest of his first day at a new school.