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Word of Mouth Sometime after lunch Bax went looking for Tony Fuller. He knew just where he would find him and he wasn't surprised when the gangly young man walked out of the weight room just as he was walking up to it. Tony was already drenched in a post-workout sweat. He was a thin youth and even with his near daily workouts, it didn't seem that his efforts were making much of an impact in converting his lanky frame with its flat, stringy muscles into what Tony wanted himself to become. Bax thought that Tony was just wasting his time. But even if his workouts did nothing to give him the physique that he wanted, anyone could see that they did help fuel his first string position on the varsity basketball team. So it wasn't a total waste of his time. Baxter Martins wasn't really interested in how Tony held onto his position on the team though. Tony was about mid-level in the high school hierarchy because of what he could do on the basketball court. He had big sure hands and he already physically looked down on most of their peers. But, it wasn't his physical features or his athletic skill that drew Bax's interest right now. It was his mouth. It was a big mouth and all you had to do to start it flapping was have something juicy to pour into the ears connected to it. Bax intended to do just that today. He'd already decided to do this last night and now that he was here he just had to make it happen. It wouldn't take much to pique Tony's interest. Asking him about a certain room tucked away on the old part of campus would do it and suggesting that there would soon be a new visitor to that room should do it. The hard part would be making sure that Tony made the right connection with who Bax wanted him to think of when they started talking. But that wouldn't take much effort either. It was all in the timing. Tony hadn't always been secure in his place in the school social order. In fact for his first two years he had pretty much spent most of his time as an unnoticed third stringer. He still had the whiff of nerd around him that lingered from before he had suddenly shot up almost sixteen inches in less than a year. Tony had become a gossip when he was easier to ignore, because he liked the idea of being the one who knows what is going on. So he had developed the habit of pouncing on whatever story that crossed his path and hording it away for use sometime later on. If it was in any way juicy then Tony was after it like an alley cat after a fat slow pigeon. Bax didn't think that Tony would see his little visit as anything unusual. He was on the track team so the two of them had crossed paths fairly often already even though they had no other classes together. Tony wouldn't think that there was anything strange about them meeting or talking like this as they walked in the direction Bax wanted him to walk in. It wouldn't be anything unusual. He just had to set the stage and Tony's mouth would do the rest. Bax was pretty confident that he wouldn't let him down once he got started. He glanced over at the building they were walking into. He saw her walking toward them and he smiled inside himself. She hadn't let him down either. Bax nodded toward the girl that had just walked hurriedly past them. "She may not have the best tits, but I can tell you she sure knows how to suck a dick," Bax said in a casual fashion watching Savannah walking away from him and Tony. He didn't say it when she was close enough to clearly hear him speaking, but he didn't try to keep his voice down too much either. Bax thought he saw her flip her hair in an annoyed way that suggested that she might have heard him and didn't think too much of what he was saying; especially after last night. But it didn't matter though what she thought though, Bax told himself; what mattered was that Tony got the message. He watched as Savannah walked intently around the corner at the far end of the hall and disappeared from sight. No great loss Bax thought to himself and turned back to Tony who was closing his locker door and asking him for more details. Bax thought again that deep inside, Tony would always be that sad little dweeb he had been for so long. But dweeb or not, if you wanted something passed around the student body in less than a day, then he was the one you needed to talk to. He had an insatiable appetite for dirt about fellow students and a driving need to pass it on as soon as he heard anything new. The guys on the team called him the manure spreader with good reason and Bax was pretty sure that, if he knew about the nickname, that Tony probably regarded the comparison as a badge of honor. This wasn't the first time Bax had made use of Tony's particular desire to be the hub of the latest school gossip. Bax had already used him for something like this a couple times before. The difference was that before, when he went ahead and involved Tony, he had already gotten tired of the girls in question and what he had shared with Tony was just a recounting of how he had already sampled them in some way. The truth was he usually visited Tony for something like this just a step or two before they got tired of him and walked away. Nobody dumped Bax and he thought it was important for his version of what the story should be to be out in circulation first. He didn't know where or when he had learned it, but Bax did know that controlling the narrative was at least as important as trashing those girls before he moved on, but not this time. This time would be straight to trash as far as Bax was concerned. He'd been chasing Savannah Miller for the last couple of weeks. It hadn't been that hard for him to catch her either. She had some pretty clear interest in him and Bax usually didn't have that much of an issue with getting girls to agree to start dating him. It wasn't an issue this time either, at least as far as it meant when it came to her wanting to spend her time with him. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that he had misread her willingness to go along what he wanted her to do and pushed on her too early in the game and now it was pretty clear that had been a mistake. When Savannah had walked off in a huff after he suggested that they get more intimate during last Saturday's party, Bax was more than just a little bit pissed at her. When she left without him with some of the other girls he decided that he wasn't going to take that from her without doing something about it. The little stuck up bitch should have known better anyway in his opinion. After all, he'd already paid for it a few times over and then some. Every time he took her out the last couple of weeks he had to put up with her stupid prattling. It would have been alright if she had wanted to talk to him about something interesting but nothing that spilled out of her dickhole even rated that. According to Bax's reckoning she should have been showing her gratitude for him allowing her to be with him in a proper fashion at least two days before their last date. But since she was too stupid to figure that out and do that then he was forced to take things into his own hands. Just because she hadn't done what Bax was entitled to didn't mean there was anything to stop him from talking about it anyway. It didn't matter that she didn't do it, by this time tomorrow everyone would know that she did. Tony's eyes got real bright when Bax started giving him details. Bax was pretty sure that from the shifting he was doing while he thought Bax was talking and not looking that Tony was going to have to duck into the john and rub one out real quick before he went off the spread the fresh news about Savannah, her magical tongue and how much she enjoyed the taste of a man when she was swallowing him. Bax took his time finishing up, making sure he included some details about what she could do with that new tongue stud of hers. He leaned in close and whispered that she confessed to him that she only wore it when she was determined that she was going to blow a guy and that if you saw her wearing it that someone was going to be on the receiving end of that wickedly skilled little tongue of hers. Tony's eyes were getting really big about that little detail and Bax was pretty sure that Savannah was going to have a lot of attention paid to her mouth over the next few days after this hit the circuit. He was also pretty sure he had done more than enough already to get Tony into blabbermouth mode now. He made up some bullshit story about needing to go talk with Coach Seagram before lunch period was over. He started walking away from him, but not until after getting in a last dig at Savannah before he left. He looked behind him quickly as he turned the corner. Tony was already ducking into the boy's room just like Bax figured that he would be doing. As he watched the door swing shut, Bax turned and slowly walked turned down the hall toward the stairway leading down to the coach's offices. As he walked he whistled to himself and as he did that he began to casually wonder just how much Tony would be able to pour into Bax's dickhole before he would have to start swallowing. Bax found himself involuntarily licking his lips in anticipation of finding out. He had a strong impulse from the thought alone to just turn around and follow Tony into the bathroom and find out. That was just what a school slut like Bax should be doing and he was a little confused as to just why he wasn't doing just that right this moment since he had primed him so effectively already. Bax froze in place, squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head in momentary disgust at his own thoughts. He wondered just where the hell that mental image and the desire inside him to make it happen had even come from in the first place. He had absolutely no desire to suck Tony off or anyone else for that matter. And even if he wanted to there was no way that he was going to be able to make it happen. The barbell stud he had been wearing since getting his tongue pierced was in no way close to being healed enough for him to even attempt that yet. Baxter shook his head again. Something was off about this whole thing. Why in the hell had he just been rationalizing to himself about why he couldn't go into the boy's restroom after him and start sucking Tony's cock or any other cock for that matter? He knew that it wasn't a thought that he should be having. He was pretty certain that, if this thought had crossed through his mind earlier today, he would have been inclined to duck into the men's room to barf just at the very suggestion. But the wrongness he felt right now was that he instead just felt a vague sense of unease that something was not quite the way it should be. Something wasn't right but he also wasn't going to let it bother him though. He had other things on his mind right now. Number one being the pain from his tongue piercing that still lingered, even though it should have been healed up by now. Maybe it had gotten an infection. He should probably check on it. He saw a bathroom at the end of the hall and ducked in for some water. He needed to take a couple of the ibuprofen tablets in his pocket and what came out of the taps in the bathrooms was cleaner than the pathetic trickle that leaked out of the disgusting water fountains on this floor. The pain pills would dial back the throbbing somewhat for a while. He needed some relief from that undercurrent of pain right now and he also felt a strong need to check out his junk. For some reason, just after he finished talking, he had felt a quick stinging sensation in his shorts when he walked away from Tony and he had no reason that he could think of for why he would feel that sensation. He knew that something was feeling off about it though and he needed to see what it was. When he walked into the stall he noticed that there was not as much graffiti decorating the walls in this one. It really didn't matter that much to him; he just thought it was a little odd. Usually most of the restrooms in school were covered in all sorts of scrawling in the stalls. Bax had left a few contributions in various places of his own as well of course. And if he was paying closer attention he would have more of an opinion about this particular stall if he were inclined to. But standing there in the stall he wasn't really interested in looking at the walls. And he was also pretty sure that he usually had a foreskin as well, but somehow it had gone missing now. He stood in the stall and tried to puzzle out just when that had happened and why he was not bouncing off the walls because it was gone and for some reason he couldn't remember when it vanished and again it didn't seem that important to him. When he stopped and made himself think about it, he knew that when he left home this morning, that he had left with his foreskin intact, but from what he could see looking down at himself there was no sign that he had ever possessed one at all. But at the same time he knew he should have one as well. He was one of the few guys in gym class that wasn't circumcised and he knew that between the nine inches he packed and the wrapper that it came in, he tended to stand out in the boys locker room when he strolled from the shower room to his locker. But the more he thought about it looking down at his body in the silence of the bathroom he questioned if just maybe he was wrong about that. There was no way a foreskin could just disappear suddenly like that. Maybe he was just imagining himself having it after all. He had been thinking about cock more than usual today so it was possible he supposed. And if you really got down to it what could he really do about it anyway? He tucked him his altered penis back into his boxers and winced a little at the sensation of the cloth touching his now very sensitive glans. It took a couple of minutes of adjustment, but he eventually got it seated where he wanted it in his pants and he opened the door and walked to the sink. He was just wiping his mouth after swallowing the pain meds in his pocket when some black girl he didn't know walked in and asked him what he thought he was doing in here. She started shouting at him to get himself out of the girl's lavatory. Bax was about to tell her to take her crazy mixed up self out of the boy's restroom when he realized from the lack of urinals that he wasn't in the boy's restroom after all and him saying anything would just make him look like an idiot. Instead Bax didn't bother saying anything to her. She wasn't really worth his time anyway, even if she did have a nice set of tits. He ignored her glaring at him and shouldered his way past her. He let the door swing shut and walked to the stairs in the center of the hallway. He had been just making an excuse to Tony before, but now that he thought about it, he did have something he needed to talk to Coach Seagram about. Coach Seagram was waiting for him when he closed the office door behind him and locked it. The coach didn't say anything to him, he didn't have to. Bax already knew why he was there. His grades across the board were slipping again, so that meant that he needed to pay the coach another counseling visit during lunchtime. One little visit and Coach would make the problem go away for a while. Bax just had to use his dickhole the way it was meant to be used and he would earn a little more time to bring up his grade and just possibly be able to keep his position on the track team a little longer. He knew he shouldn't be doing this so soon after getting his barbell, but Bax didn't think he should make a fuss either. He had a nagging idea dance through his mind that he shouldn't be having any grade issue for some reason, but he dismissed both thoughts. After all he knew for certain was that coach was the one to tell him to get his tongue pierced in the first place last time he was here and Bax always did what a man told him to do. He leaned over coach's lap and opened his dickhole to show coach he was ready to demonstrate how much better he was at this now. Bax's tongue was a little more than sore when they started. He was sorer than he normally was by the time Coach was done, but the memory of the older man's hands digging into Bax's hair and forcing his face into his nest of pubic hair just left Bax with a throbbing erection of his own that he couldn't do anything about. Coach told him before he let him leave that if it unloaded of its own accord it would be okay, but he wasn't allowed to touch it himself and as Bax gulped down the last of what the Coach left in his dickhole he did his best to keep his hands away from himself. Bax put up with his hard on until it finally subsided and then finished cleaning himself up before leaving the gym and heading up to the third floor for his social studies class. He had just stepped onto the floor when the bell started ringing. He was more than a bit out of sorts from the pain in his tongue and from being frustrated over not being allowed to ease off some of the pressure from his loins. Between that and that still lingering feeling that something was not quite right hanging over him he was just a bit out of it. He winced a moment and then resumed walking toward his next class. He had left off his mental tally the occasional stinging sensation that he felt in his groin, but it was really more like a prickling sensation than a painful one. He was also pretty sure that his track time was where it needed to be and that his grades were good enough to keep him on the team, but at the same time he remembered the coach telling him earlier this month that this was how it needed to be as well. Something was just off in his mind and it bothered him that a silly little dickhole like him didn't just accept it like he was supposed to. When Matt leaned over and asked him if it was true that Meesha had been caught with him in the girl's bathroom on the second floor Bax looked him in the eye and told him that of course it was. He wondered who Meesha was before realizing that must have been the black girl's name. She certainly hadn't wasted any time talking about a nothing event Bax thought. Well he could do that too and he could do it a lot better than she could as well. When Matt asked him if it was true what she said about him Bax responded that if Meesha was talking about how she let him titty fuck her in the center cubicle while she moaned so loud that he thought the whole school would hear them going at it, then yeah of course it was true. Matt didn't believe him at first, but Bax started talking about how she had a small dark birthmark shaped like a little apple just under her left tit and when you were sucking on her nipples that she started squeaked like a cartoon mouse. It was the details that would sell it and Bax was good at details. Matt didn't believe Bax at first. He didn't know Meesha personally but there was no way that what Bax was telling him could be true. But he wanted to believe Bax though. Bax was just one of those guys that you knew that you were certain just got more action than anyone else because of who he was and with all of the details that Bax was giving him Matt just accepted that he had to be telling the truth. Bax watched Matt digest what he had just told him. He decided to lean over and really drive it home. He motioned Matt closer and whispered to him that it really wasn't that hard to get her to cooperate and that he should just see for himself and left it at that. While Matt pondered that suggestion, Bax thought about how he could use the rest of the day to make it plausible. He needed to make sure that Matt would play into this. And if he did it right Matt would be pretty certain in his mind that it shouldn't take too much of an effort for him to see that birthmark for himself. And more importantly he would tell everyone else as well. By the time Bax was done with her everyone would see this Meesha chick as practically a whore already rather than just a silly dickhole who was as likely to give it up for free. That would serve her right for running her mouth about a nothing run in on the second floor bathroom. Matt looked over at him in something like what he thought was awe at tagging that Meesha chick so easily. Bax was going to add something and decided against it. They had to knock it off. Class was starting and Mr. Lauer was already giving the two of them the stink-eye. If they didn't cool it he would call the two of them out for not paying attention. Matt made a show of starting to take notes. Mr. Lauer glared at the both of them one last time and turned back to settling down the rest of the class before going over his lesson. Matt heard the sound of fabric rustling and glanced over to see Bax leaning over his desk casually scratching himself just under his left nipple. A couple of other guys asked Bax about Savannah and Meesha before the last bell rang. The stories were already making the rounds and he was happy to embellish what they already knew and fill in a few more details. He told them about how Savannah liked to have a guy cum all over her face while she tried to catch the drops on her tongue like rain and then told them how wet Meesha got when you played with her nipples even just a little. A couple of the guys were in awe of him for having the balls to not only tag Meesha during lunch, but for doing it in the second floor girl's bathroom as well. Most of these guys looked at him with something verging on reverence when it came to discussions of sexual prowess among the female portion of the student body. That was what he more or less expected. Everyone knew that Bax was already a stud. He'd had a solid reputation as a stallion ever since he had nailed that junior at the end of a dock during a lake party in front of everyone there. Sure he had only been a freshman at the time, but that didn't stop him from diving in when she gave him the nod. Bax thought it was reason enough to be proud. If there was anything he was really known for at school it was how many girls he had sampled since he first got that dizzy drunken slut to fuck him at a summer lake party just before school ended. The truth was he had only really had sex about a tenth of how much he claimed he had. The truth didn't matter as long as he had a great imagination and he wasn't one to shy away from talking about what he thought they should have done for him. That Meesha chick was a good example. He didn't know her but as far as he was concerned she should have kept her mouth shut in the first place and not mentioned it at all. It didn't matter now though. She got what she deserved for opening her big mouth. He scratched just under his left nipple again as he shouldered his backpack and made his way to the bus to head home. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Usually Bax had a real problem with getting up in the morning. It wasn't that he didn't get up and start moving around, it was more that his mind was like a sluggish motor on a cold morning. It took a while to finally kick in and start working smoothly. Not this morning though. The alarm had barely began to ring when his hand was on it and he was already out of the house and starting his morning run before he even thought about how much of a change it was for him from yesterday. Bax ran most mornings before he went to school. Running cleared his head for the day ahead and while he may not be the best student in some things he was one of the better track athletes on the team. At least he was before yesterday. Now as he did his four miles by the time he came back he was sure that he hadn't even surpassed the slowest time and that it should have been easy for him. Today was a short day and last night he remembered thinking about doing six miles instead, but he had decided against it. He ducked into the shower and started getting ready for the day. Mom flagged him down just before he was out the door. She took one look at him and told him to turn right around and go up and change. She was adamant that she wasn't going to let him out of the house without at least a sports bra and even though she said it quietly she made it clear that there was no way that she was going to let Bax out wearing makeup the way he was. Bax tasted the lipstick coating his mouth and couldn't remember when he had put it on. Mom took his sudden stop for him being stubborn and she reminded him what his father told him when he brought the subject up last time. She reminded him that he said Bax could only do it for a date on weekends and never at school until he was at least a senior. Bax flushed a bit at being caught before he turned around and went up the stairs to clean off his face and slip on a bra. Dad had been pretty clear about it when he talked to him last summer. But something about this particular house rule nagged at him and didn't make sense. He remembered instead about talking with dad about getting a car of his own and not borrowing the family one anymore. He had the money. It was even enough to get something decent. There was an old Trans Am he wanted that he saw in the Penny Saver and he wanted to get it before someone else did. He remembered that Dad had listened to him and even gone over with him to look it over. On the way back he told Bax that he should save his money. Number one he didn't want him driving his own car until he was a senior and number two that ragged out wreck would spend more time being worked on than being driven for a long time. Bax hadn't been too happy about it when he heard dad tell him that, but the funny thing was now, as he slipped his shirt over the lacy bra he had chosen in place of the sports bra mom suggested, he also remembered dad telling him at the same time that the same rules applied to him dressing too sexily or wearing cosmetics as well. He didn't know how he could have forgotten that conversation. Especially since he had been sneaking out of the house most days with his face already made up. Mom catching him this morning was more of an exception to the rule. It didn't matter though. He had some things in his locker at school and he would just duck into the bathroom and do what he could with his face before homeroom. He was just putting the red lipstick on his full lips when Brad walked in. He didn't say anything at first. He just walked over to one of the urinals and took care of business, but afterward he sidled over and asked Bax if it was true about him and Meesha the other day while he was washing his hands. Brad openly looked over at Bax's generous rack just barely contained by the bra beneath his T-shirt when he said yes it was. Brad looked over at him and casually asked him if he could show him what she did before they had to be in class. Brad was kind of nervous about being so open with what he wanted. Sure everyone knew Bax was easy, but there was always a first time for him to say no. Bax capped his lipstick and slipped it into his jeans pocket. He took Brad by the hand and let him to the center stall. He didn't see why it would have been even an issue. Everyone all over school knew that when it came to something like this it was just no big deal for him. Once the door behind them was locked he reached behind his shoulders and started to unlatch his bra before giving up and just letting Brad take care of it. He apologized to the boy. He told him that usually he didn't wear any bra at all, but mom had made him change at the last minute this morning. Brad didn't mind unhooking him and while Bax struggled to keep his excited squeaking under control while Brad began playing with his nipples he didn't think that he had done too good of a job with it. Even before starting the titty fuck Bax was sure that they had a couple of guys on the other side of the thin walls listening to them. The bell started ringing and they barely had time for Bax to clean up after they were done. Bax felt his face go a little red when one of the guys he didn't know started making quiet squeaking noises behind his back. He didn't know why he felt like that, but he did. It was like when he had to bite his lips just as the other guys walked in while Brad was teasing his fat nipples. The squeaking noises he made when someone did that always gave him away and he already didn't have time to do more than just show Brad a little of what he had said him and Meesha had done yesterday. It hadn't taken him long to make Brad pop off though. When you were as experienced as Bax was it was more a matter of making sure they didn't pop off too soon. After Brad finished up and slipped out of the bathroom stall, Bax waited a minute or so before he slipped his bra back on and following Brad out into the room. He had swallowed most of it after using his big tits to bring Brad to climax, but he had also got what he wanted when he let a bit of it spray up to decorate his face as well. He had just enough time to get presentable before the warning bell for homeroom started ringing. As he adjusted his bra his fingers touched the small red apple shaped birthmark that was just under his left breast. He was grateful that it wasn't so itchy today. Yesterday it had been driving him crazy since after lunch for some reason. Brad was waiting for him just outside of the lavatory door. They had the same homeroom. Janet Miller smiled at him as they walked past. She was one of those girls who wore twin ponytails most of the time and managed to look sexy/cute when she did it. Brad leaned over and asked him if he had ever gotten very far with her when he took her out. Bax winked back at him and slyly hinted that her twin ponytails were also functional as well as decorative. When Brad asked him just what could be functional about them he answered. "Let's just say she loves having her handlebars tugged on when she sucks you off," he whispered as they walked into class. Brad just looked at him, grinned and said he'd like to see that sometime. Bax gave him a quick high five before they separated to head to their respective seats. Most of the day was pretty ordinary. At lunch some of the guys asked him to weigh in on the subject of short girls versus taller ones since it was well known that he was the expert on both. He pointed to the petite form of Angie Martin and let them know just how easy it was to toss such a tiny little thing around when you had the time and just how much fun she was when he had her. They asked when that was so he started telling them about how she had hung onto the balance beam while he had driven her like a wheelbarrow during one late afternoon practice session. It had been after both the track team and the gymnastics team finished up about the same time last month he told them. The guys asked for more details and Bax was happy to comply. He made up a few more things on the spot and then excused himself. He didn't want to be late for his meeting with Coach Seagram this afternoon. As he slipped into the empty gym he reached up and quickly pulled his long hair into a tight set of twin ponytails. Coach insisted that he do this whenever Bax came for his special counseling. And the thing was he really didn't know who liked it better when his handlebars were being tugged on; coach or him. He had that same feeling of being out of sorts when he finished though. Coach had put him on his knees this time instead of just having him bending over his lap and as he stood up he was struck by the sensation that something was very wrong, but he didn't know what it could possibly be. Everything seemed all right. Coach towered over him just like he normally did. There was nothing strange about him doing that. Everyone towered over Bax. You would think that being such a small guy would work against him especially in athletics, but it didn't. He was already so popular with the guys that even if he didn't do what he already did Bax was pretty sure that he would still have no problem finding company if he wanted it. It was his cock again he realized. That was what was wrong. He had felt another one of those twinges that he had been feeling intermittently since yesterday. He ducked into one of the stalls after he cleaned up and looked at himself again. But again there was nothing there that he could see that looked any different from how it should be. His two inch circumcised cock hung above his little nut sack just like it always had. He had a vision for a moment of looking down and seeing a nine inch uncircumcised pecker swinging there and for a moment he had a vivid memory of having it hanging from his groin, but that was crazy. He had always been underdeveloped like this as long as he could remember and anything else was just one of his fantasies that he got confused over. He dismissed the twinge and pulled his panties up and left the bathroom. His last class of the day was wood shop. He was supposed to be making a lamp and the truth was he had already finished the one he was going to turn in. But he couldn't help himself after he got done early. He put a fresh piece of wood on the lathe and when the class ended he had just about finished most of the fifteen inch dildo he had been working on. Mr. Trask had actually caught him working on this and had stood off to one side ignoring what other students were doing while Bax finished up the rough work. Just as he was reaching for the sandpaper to start smoothing it down he heard Mr. Trask cough behind him and quietly say that if that thing didn't fit a light bulb by the end of the day there would be consequences beyond just being busted for inappropriate lamp design. The other guys started laughing at the Cockbox being caught red-handed and when the bell rang a moment later it was no surprise to them that he was going to have to stay behind. They both went into the enclosed office at the end of the woodshop area. Mr. Trask looked over the smooth wood of the wooden cock Bax had been working on. He didn't say anything at first. Bax was pretty sure that he had gone too far this time. "You do good work Bax," he said at last. "You have a real talent with wood," He pointed to the empty space where Bax had started to use a router to grind out a hollow in the cockhead. "I take it that is where the bulb is supposed to be when you're finished?" Bax nodded and tried to keep quiet. It was one thing to do something like this as a goof for the guys, but Mr. Trask could take it farther than he wanted it to go. "I don't think your daddy would be very happy with you making something like this young lady," he said. "I'm pretty sure he wouldn't want to have you even thinking about it, but I'll tell you what I'm going to do." Box leaned forward. She wanted to hear what he was going to say. If it kept daddy out of her business then that was all to the good Martina Tessa Baxter decided. The less that daddy knew about his little girl's real interests the better as far as she was concerned. "You're not the first one to do something like this you know. I've actually got a bit of a collection of things like this that students have made up over the years. So I'll tell you what. You stay after class and finish this up. I'll add it to my collection and run you home afterward and we'll just call it an extra credit assignment on the books." Box started to thank him, but he held up his hand and she stopped before saying anything. "You're going to have to make it worth my while though not to say anything about what you have really been doing though," he said quietly. Box nodded quickly in agreement. She figured that it would involve something like this. Most of her interactions with older men ended this way already as it was. Between her special arrangements with the older men she knew and her own interests that she indulged with her classmates she had become a notorious slut since she started high school. She didn't know who it was that kept telling the whole school every detail about what she was doing either, but whoever it was sure got their facts right when they did it. Everyone it seemed knew every scrap of information when it came to Tessa Baxter's sexcapades. That was probably why she was always called Cockbox now. She did like it when they just called her Box though and she tried to encourage that version of her nickname. She wondered if Tony was the one telling everyone all about her sex life as she loosened her bra straps in anticipation. After he had dropped the shades and locked the door Mr. Trask turned and told her that she needed to do a little more from now on and it wouldn't involve using her mouth very much, he didn't feel like sharing territory with Coach Seagram. He'd heard how limber she was supposed to be on the balance beams and he wanted her to show him how much truth there was to what he had heard that she could do with her other dickhole. Box slipped off her jeans and her panties. It wasn't how she planned on spending the afternoon, but at least she wasn't going to be in any trouble and she shouldn't have any issue with it anyway. This was just what she was supposed to be used for anyway. She just needed to relax and enjoy what she had coming to her. She felt him pick her legs and lower body up just before he drove into her and when he popped into her dickhole she was so glad she got wet so easily. It made things like this, when they happened, much easier on her. Mom and dad didn't question her when she said that she had stayed late to finish up some work on her project for woodshop. They had met Mr. Trask at conferences each month and it wasn't the first time he had dropped her off like this. She could still feel some of his cum leaking out of her well fucked cunt while he drove her home. She made sure that when she got home she went upstairs and changed her panties right away. They were already starting to soak through the denim and she didn't want to wear anything that would show her parents what she had been really doing. It was actually kind of a kinky thrill for her to have one of the men who fucked her drop her off and then spend some time talking with her daddy while his spunk was slowly dripping out of her pussy as she stood between the two men. Daddy asked her about this special project and Mr. Trask told him how impressed he was with her skills. She promised that she would bring it home as soon as it was finished and that both of them would be proud of what she had been doing in shop in the evening. She could see a ghost of a smile cross Mr. Trask's face when she said that last part. Everything seemed normal for the rest of the evening. She did some homework after dinner. One of her friends called her to ask how it went after she got caught making a giant wooden cock in shop. She laughed it off and said that if anyone didn't know how she felt about cock by now then they just weren't paying attention. Her friend just laughed at the truth of that and told her it just wasn't fair. After all if only she owned a real cock instead of just a wooden one, she would probably be considered almost a sexual legend instead of just another slut. Box laughed it off and told her that studs needed sluts just as much as sluts needed them and as long as there were studs around then she had just the box for them to fill. They laughed at that and she hung up soon afterward. The truth was that Box was still horny. Talking about it even without giving details had gotten her to thinking about how her shop teacher had held her up and fucked her against the wall earlier. Remembering that feeling had left her fairly damp the rest of the evening and what she really wanted to do right now was she wanted to slip in the bed and use her knobby vibrator to re-live this afternoon before she went to sleep. --------------------------------------------------------------------- "So how do you like what you made of yourself Miss Baxter?" the voice asked her in the darkness. Martina Tessa Baxter was still lying in her bed, but now there was only the sheet covering the mattress beneath her. Her image reflected back at her from the reflective surface hovering above the bed. When she looked up all she could see was her own changed body looking back down at herself. Her long hair wasn't pulled into twin ponytails now like it had been all day. It hung down draping over her small shoulders and feathering out over her large breasts. Her total height was now just less than five feet and she could still feel Mr. Trask's cum oozing from inside of her brand new well worn pussy. She started to scream, but there was no sound coming from her mouth even though she knew it should have been loud enough to wake everyone. "I won't be allowing that now Miss Baxter," the shadowy woman's voice said to her. "We're not quite done yet and once you're back in reality I don't think you'll feel the same way about making that noise that you do right now." Bax struggled to speak. She wanted to know just how this was possible and why. The ethereal woman standing beside her didn't bother turning on her voice again so her mouth only made soundless motions at her captor. The woman didn't care though. The questions, the demands the threats, they were always the same and she was just not interested in hearing them anymore from anyone. "The first thing you should know is that I'm not really here right now and this is not a dream," the woman's shape said to Bax. "This is a mystical recording I made before I died so that anyone who slipped into my trap would know why they were here before I released them." Bax had a moment of hope that things would be going back to normal but that was quickly crushed when the voice told her she would be letting her go as she was now. It was quiet for a moment and Bax thought that would be it and that any moment she would be free to speak and move, but then she started speaking again. "The second thing you should know is that this is permanent for you," the woman's voice echoed around her. "When you had sex as a woman it sealed who you are now and triggered this part of my spell. If you weren't already locked as a woman you wouldn't be hearing this message. When I was alive I never looked down on the kind of woman that you made yourself into. But make no mistake; this is a punishment for you. The punishment is that you are what your own words made yourself into and there is a reason for that. You did it to yourself, but you intended to do it to others." "I had a daughter a long time ago, but I don't expect you would know anything about what happened to her," the voice continued. "This happened long before you were born of course and sad to say, each time this part of the spell is triggered I see it's still happening long after I died. But that doesn't matter now. What does matter is that we are here because my little girl went to school one morning after having her very first date and found out that she was labeled a whore by everyone before she even stepped through the doors." Bax tried to say something but the shadowy woman still held her voice locked away for now. All she could do was lie there and listen. What was left of the boy inside the petite girl trembled at what was coming. "Some little punk, who couldn't stomach being refused, someone who thought he was entitled just because of who he was decided that her saying no never happened. By the end of the year my little girl couldn't take living with the stories about what she was supposed to have done anymore and she ended it herself. She left our house after dinner and walked off a bridge less than an hour later. The whole time it was going on she kept what was happening hidden from me. She never said a word about what had been done to her. But she did write all of the details down before she jumped. And afterwards, when I read what she wrote it didn't matter that it was nothing, but a lying boy's words. Those words dictated my little girl's reality even if they were never true. So I found the one who started the words on their way and I made them true for him, but not in the way he thought they would be when he spoke them." "And after I dealt with the one who was responsible for this I started watching things a little more closely. I remembered what it was like when I was that young, but what I saw now seemed so much worse to me. I thought about it and decided that, in this part of the world, at least in this one school, it wouldn't happen again. I made it my business the rest of my life to make sure that it didn't. And then I died and that's where what's happening to you comes into play Miss Baxter," she said to the motionless boy inside the petite girl's body. The spirit chuckled at the helpless girl below her. "So you want to be called Box. So appropriate that you chose that nickname for yourself," she said. "All girls were for you were a box to stick yourself into, but that is really a moot point now. And the only one who will live with what your words created is you." "I wanted everyone like you to know that I couldn't let it happen again to other girls so I crafted this spell to take over after I was gone. Before you try to think more of yourself you need to remember this though. You're nothing special. You're just a callow boy with a big mouth who can't take no for an answer, but your words were responsible for real wounds that you didn't care that you were inflicting. That's why we're really talking like this now," she said. "I want you to remember that the truth is you're just the latest cockroach who has been caught up by my little insurance policy. Don't even try to waste time looking for a way out. You should know that there is no way left to break this spell. I suppose I could have done it when I was alive if I felt like it, but once I died it will continue as long as it can. This will probably be a few centuries since I was very careful that I should set it in motion properly." Bax had stopped trying to scream. There was no point to it when there was no sound and even though she was silent she could feel the effect that her screaming had on her throat already. The shadow's voice was still talking. It seemed to not even notice what Bax was even doing. It spoke to her and kept her quiet and immobile. "It won't do you any good to try to change what has been done," the voice continued. "You see after my little girl died I used some of her blood to bind this spell. You may not think it's real, but for magic, virgin's blood is an extremely potent reagent. I didn't use it before because I didn't like to deal with spells on that level. I was happy being a hedge witch. I had no interest in being a sorceress. But I needed power for this to work the way I wanted it to. I didn't expect it to work so well, but as you can see, even with all the years that have passed since I set this little spell in motion. It hasn't even come close to using up a fraction of the power I put into it and the sliver of my soul that I carved off will be here until it ends just to speak to boys like you." "All of the girls that you lied about will never have to face any damage from your false words Box. But the problem is those words can't be unsaid. And because they can't be unheard either, now you are the focus of them. You will spend the rest of your life as the center of your little story just as you always have and every word you said, every lie you created about some innocent, every slander you spoke is now your truth. I wanted you to know this when you were complete. I wanted you to know why when you wake up in the morning exactly how you became one of the biggest sluts in school. And as long as you are there everyone will be too focused on what you are doing to bother labeling another girl like you tried to do. So knowing that little bit of good comes from this makes it all worthwhile for me." Box shouted silently at the voice but it was futile. Darkness started intruding on her consciousness. "Don't worry Box, you'll only really remember how you were when you're sleeping, but you should know this," she heard the voice say to her. "Tomorrow is going to be an extra special day for you." --------------------------------------------------------------------- "And was it a special day?" the man asked her. The woman looked over at him where he sat half dressed. "I think it was," she said. "When I woke up for the first time since it started I was completely aware that I had been a boy less than two days before. But I was the only one who knew that. Brad had told his buddies about how I had let him titty fuck me in the bathroom. And after that lunch period no one had any reason to doubt any story about what I would do when it came to anything sexual." And how did you do that?" he asked. "It wasn't that hard for me. I did it by going pro," she said. "I told Matt, Brad and every other boy I ran across to meet me in the little room I told Tony about during lunch. I let them know that if they had twenty dollars then they could fuck me every day in that little side room there," the woman stretched out on the bed while the man looked over her luscious naked body. "I left high school with more than a few thousand by graduation and I just kept it up afterward. After all, when you are who you really are, words don't matter, especially when they're true." The man looked at the woman in the bed. She was in her mid-twenties now and she cost him considerably more than twenty dollars. He had to admit the story was as interesting as his buddy told him it would be, but he didn't believe anything she said about being a boy before. Anyone who thought this hot little piece of ass was anything different than the slut she had been since high school was just into fantasy in his opinion. He liked fantasy from time to time, but right now he had a different definition of what that should be. He motioned her over and watched her breasts sway as she crawled over the bed towards him. He licked his lips and looked forward to experiencing everything that he had heard that she could do. If she was even half as good as he had been told, then this was going to be an extra special night. He looked at the hot little piece of ass wiggling her way closer to him and smiled because when you get right down to it word of mouth really was just the best way to find out about what someone is really like. ===================================================