*all characters are 18 and consenting adults“
David stood in the middle of the hotel room with his eyes downcast, his cheeks burning with shame. The bet he had lost now seemed like a nightmare from which he could not wake up. The boys from his class, a group of five loud and unpredictable guys, had cornered him. “Put it on,” ordered Max, the leader of the group, throwing him a bundle of pale pink fabric. It was a bra, decorated with lace and bows, along with matching panties that were so girly that David wondered if they weren't meant for a little girl.
“I... I can't do this,” David stammered, but his words went unheard. The boys laughed, their voices echoing through the room as they surrounded him like hyenas around their prey. “You lost the bet, buddy,” said Lukas, the biggest of them, patting David on the shoulder as if it were a friendly game. “Now put it on, or we'll make it worse.”
David hesitated, but the boys' stares were relentless. With trembling hands, he reached for the bra and tried to put it on. The fabric felt strange against his skin, the lace scratched slightly, and the bows seemed to mock him. As he pulled the panties over his legs, he felt his face grow even hotter. He was now completely dressed in women's underwear, and the boys cheered with excitement.
“Now dance for us,” Max ordered, and the others joined in with laughter. David knew he had no choice. He began to move slowly, his arms swinging awkwardly through the air as he tried to find a rhythm. The boys clapped in time, their eyes sparkling with delight. David felt like a circus animal being paraded around for the entertainment of others.
When the dance ended, Lukas grabbed him by the arm and pulled him onto the bed. “Now you're going to get a spanking,” he announced with a grin. David tried to resist, but he was too weak to fight off the superior force.
The boys held him down while Max returned from the bathroom with a hairbrush. The first blows hit David like fire, his butt burned, and he couldn't suppress a cry. The boys laughed, their voices echoing through the room as they enjoyed his pain. “Now it's time to help ourselves,” Max said when they finally let David go.
He lay on the bed, his body trembling with humiliation and pain. The boys surrounded him again, their hands grabbing him as if he were a toy. David felt his panties being pulled, and then their hands on his skin, their lips on his body. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the moment, but it was impossible. He was completely at their mercy.
One after another, they forced him to satisfy them, their hands guiding his, their voices whispering dirty words in his ear. David felt like an object that was only there for their pleasure. When Max finally leaned over him, David felt his resistance fade. Max penetrated him, slowly at first, then faster, while the others watched and laughed. David cried out, his body tensed, but there was no escape. Even worse secretly he enjoyed it. He felt his own dick growing in the panties.
When it was over, David lay exhausted on the bed, his body aching and his soul feeling empty. The boys got dressed and left the room as if nothing had happened. David remained behind, still wearing the women's underwear, which was now damp with sweat, tears and his own pleasure juices.
The next few days of the school trip were torture. The boys forced David to wear different women's panties every day, each one more girly than the last. On the last day, it was a pink thong with a playful pattern that peeked out of his pants. David tried to hide it, but it was impossible. The girls in the class noticed it immediately.
“Hey, David, what's that?” shouted Sarah, one of the most popular girls, pointing at his thong. The other girls laughed, their voices echoing down the hallway. David felt his face turning red, but he couldn't say anything. The girls surrounded him, their hands grabbing his pants, and before he could stop them, they pulled them down.
“Oh my God, that's my thong!” cried Ms. Müller, the teacher, who was just coming down the hallway. Her eyes widened in horror when she recognized the pink thong with the seashell pattern that she herself had worn a few days ago. “David, how could you?” she hissed, grabbing him by the arm.
Without hesitation, she dragged him in front of the whole class, who had now gathered around her. “You'll regret this,” she hissed, pulling him by his ears until he stood in front of her, wearing only the thong. The class laughed, their voices a chorus of humiliation. Ms. Müller raised her hand and spanked David's bottom, her blows hitting him hard, and he couldn't suppress a cry.
The humiliation was too much for David. His body reacted even though he didn't want it to. He felt his member tense, and then, as the climax came, he ejaculated into the thong.
The class laughed even louder, their voices an echo of shame. Mrs. Müller stared at him angrily, but then she suddenly grinned. “I like you, David,” she whispered, pulling him closer to her.
“But now you'll pay for your insolence.” She forced him to undress in front of the class, and as he stood there naked, he felt his cheeks burn. Then she took off her own black lace panties and threw them at him. “Put them on,” she ordered, her voice a command he couldn't disobey.
David obeyed, his hands trembling as he pulled the panties over his legs. They were tight and scratchy, but he didn't dare complain. Mrs. Müller smiled contentedly and stroked his hair. “From now on, you will come to school every day wearing women's underwear,” she said, her voice a promise.
David nodded, his thoughts swirling. He didn't know what the future would bring, but he sensed that this was only the beginning. The humiliation he had experienced had awakened something in him, something he didn't understand, but which aroused him. As he felt the gaze of the class, he knew that this was not the end, but only the beginning of a new, strange journey.
David stood in the middle of the hotel room with his eyes downcast, his cheeks burning with shame. The bet he had lost now seemed like a nightmare from which he could not wake up. The boys from his class, a group of five loud and unpredictable guys, had cornered him. “Put it on,” ordered Max, the leader of the group, throwing him a bundle of pale pink fabric. It was a bra, decorated with lace and bows, along with matching panties that were so girly that David wondered if they weren't meant for a little girl.
“I... I can't do this,” David stammered, but his words went unheard. The boys laughed, their voices echoing through the room as they surrounded him like hyenas around their prey. “You lost the bet, buddy,” said Lukas, the biggest of them, patting David on the shoulder as if it were a friendly game. “Now put it on, or we'll make it worse.”
David hesitated, but the boys' stares were relentless. With trembling hands, he reached for the bra and tried to put it on. The fabric felt strange against his skin, the lace scratched slightly, and the bows seemed to mock him. As he pulled the panties over his legs, he felt his face grow even hotter. He was now completely dressed in women's underwear, and the boys cheered with excitement.
“Now dance for us,” Max ordered, and the others joined in with laughter. David knew he had no choice. He began to move slowly, his arms swinging awkwardly through the air as he tried to find a rhythm. The boys clapped in time, their eyes sparkling with delight. David felt like a circus animal being paraded around for the entertainment of others.
When the dance ended, Lukas grabbed him by the arm and pulled him onto the bed. “Now you're going to get a spanking,” he announced with a grin. David tried to resist, but he was too weak to fight off the superior force.
The boys held him down while Max returned from the bathroom with a hairbrush. The first blows hit David like fire, his butt burned, and he couldn't suppress a cry. The boys laughed, their voices echoing through the room as they enjoyed his pain. “Now it's time to help ourselves,” Max said when they finally let David go.
He lay on the bed, his body trembling with humiliation and pain. The boys surrounded him again, their hands grabbing him as if he were a toy. David felt his panties being pulled, and then their hands on his skin, their lips on his body. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the moment, but it was impossible. He was completely at their mercy.
One after another, they forced him to satisfy them, their hands guiding his, their voices whispering dirty words in his ear. David felt like an object that was only there for their pleasure. When Max finally leaned over him, David felt his resistance fade. Max penetrated him, slowly at first, then faster, while the others watched and laughed. David cried out, his body tensed, but there was no escape. Even worse secretly he enjoyed it. He felt his own dick growing in the panties.
When it was over, David lay exhausted on the bed, his body aching and his soul feeling empty. The boys got dressed and left the room as if nothing had happened. David remained behind, still wearing the women's underwear, which was now damp with sweat, tears and his own pleasure juices.
The next few days of the school trip were torture. The boys forced David to wear different women's panties every day, each one more girly than the last. On the last day, it was a pink thong with a playful pattern that peeked out of his pants. David tried to hide it, but it was impossible. The girls in the class noticed it immediately.
“Hey, David, what's that?” shouted Sarah, one of the most popular girls, pointing at his thong. The other girls laughed, their voices echoing down the hallway. David felt his face turning red, but he couldn't say anything. The girls surrounded him, their hands grabbing his pants, and before he could stop them, they pulled them down.
“Oh my God, that's my thong!” cried Ms. Müller, the teacher, who was just coming down the hallway. Her eyes widened in horror when she recognized the pink thong with the seashell pattern that she herself had worn a few days ago. “David, how could you?” she hissed, grabbing him by the arm.
Without hesitation, she dragged him in front of the whole class, who had now gathered around her. “You'll regret this,” she hissed, pulling him by his ears until he stood in front of her, wearing only the thong. The class laughed, their voices a chorus of humiliation. Ms. Müller raised her hand and spanked David's bottom, her blows hitting him hard, and he couldn't suppress a cry.
The humiliation was too much for David. His body reacted even though he didn't want it to. He felt his member tense, and then, as the climax came, he ejaculated into the thong.
The class laughed even louder, their voices an echo of shame. Mrs. Müller stared at him angrily, but then she suddenly grinned. “I like you, David,” she whispered, pulling him closer to her.
“But now you'll pay for your insolence.” She forced him to undress in front of the class, and as he stood there naked, he felt his cheeks burn. Then she took off her own black lace panties and threw them at him. “Put them on,” she ordered, her voice a command he couldn't disobey.
David obeyed, his hands trembling as he pulled the panties over his legs. They were tight and scratchy, but he didn't dare complain. Mrs. Müller smiled contentedly and stroked his hair. “From now on, you will come to school every day wearing women's underwear,” she said, her voice a promise.
David nodded, his thoughts swirling. He didn't know what the future would bring, but he sensed that this was only the beginning. The humiliation he had experienced had awakened something in him, something he didn't understand, but which aroused him. As he felt the gaze of the class, he knew that this was not the end, but only the beginning of a new, strange journey.
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