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“Toby?” My little brother’s voice came from the other side of my door, followed by three soft knocks. “Are you awake?” I was so close! I stopped the motion of my fist beneath my blankets, my cock throbbing in disappointment, and used the flat of my hand to hold it down against my belly.
The door started to crack open.
I closed my eyes, focused on breathing deep and steady, and pretended to be asleep. A few seconds passed in silence, and I was fighting the strong urge to crack my eyelids and peek.
The door closed with a soft click.
My eyes popped open and I looked over to make sure he was really gone. He’d been insufferable since school started, rubbing It in that we were going to be graduating in the same class now—unless I failed out again.
Fuck, I’m going to have to walk after my eighteen-year-old baby brother at graduation!
I gripped my needy erection again and resumed my frantic stroking, my arm slapping down on my soft skin with a genuine fap fap fap sound. I pushed my brother out of my mind for the time being; I needed the pleasure back. Hot, I grabbed the blankets with my other hand and tossed them back, staring down the length of my body, illuminated by the city lights diffused through my thin, white curtains.
For so long I’d wished that I could look like so many of my classmates, with their visible abs. No matter how much I worked out, or how healthy I ate, I always kept just that thin layer of fat over my muscles. I wasn’t fat anymore, just thick. As I jerked off and flexed my body on the bed, I could see the muscles I’d worked so hard to build flexing under the fat, my skin tight, smooth. I lay my head back and closed my eyes, remembering the conversation in class earlier that day.
Mr. Burke had been on his desk, as usual, ready for whoever wanted to fuck him next. Every now and then he would moan and start clucking, squirting without touching himself, and without being touched. Over the past few weeks, Mr. Burke had gone through a bunch of different animals, but only being a chicken made him this horny. Francisco had taken the toy and somehow rigged it so that it was stopping on chicken every day.
And every day, Mr. Burke would stand there, pull the string, and then jizz his pants, clucking like a chicken along with the machine with a look of absolute ecstasy on his face.
We had been going around, one by one, and sharing some of our fantasies.
“What’s the one thing that always makes you want to nut when you think about it? I like hypnosis, obviously.”
Eddie wanted to be in a three way with his girlfriend and one of his teammates.
Martin blushed good naturedly and laughed with us when he confessed he wanted to fuck his favorite superheroine.
Frances wanted to know if a chick’s ass felt as tight as Mr. Burke’s.
Wade had a thing for twins.
As they continued to go through it, to share and discuss, I focused on looking normal as I tried to think of what to say; anything but the truth.
My eyes snapped open and I stifled a moan, jerking my hand from my cock, about to… So close… So good… And then backing away. Panting, I gripped my cock again and started stroking slowly. I remembered Mr. Burke the first time it had happened with crystal clarity—The shock, the confusion, and ecstasy that had marched in progression across his face as he stood there, clucking like a chicken with a hard-on in his pants.
I’d never seen anybody look so happy in my life; I wanted that.
As it got closer and closer to my turn, I had been filled with an ever increasing dread that was directly at war with an ever increasing arousal at the thought of telling my classmates the truth.
How fucked up was that?
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t come up with anything else… But my turn never came. Somehow, luckily, class had ended before I had to speak. Everyone but me had gone.
What if I’d told them? Would Francisco have hypnotized me, too?
I bit my lip and struggled not to moan, gripping the sheets. I wanted to cluck so bad, but someone would hear me, probably my asshole brother, and I couldn’t get caught like this. Imagining my classmates’ laughter, their taunts, if I’d told them what my fantasy was, I resumed my frantic fapping.
I was ready.
I was committed.
It was time to cum.
“I want to be like Mr. Burke. Bawk bawk bawk BAWK BAWK BAWK!” I screamed in my head, my eyes crossing as cum sprayed into the air and slammed into the wall over my head, the second spurt catching my open mouth as I gasped, sending my tongue lashing as I continued to shower my torso and stomach with my pent-up load.
Spent, I relaxed into my bed with a contented sigh and fell asleep before I could so much as wipe myself clean.
In class the next day, I kept looking up at Mr. Burke every time he started clucking. Sometimes I’d just watch him cluck and jizz. Sometimes I’d watch him cluck and jizz while he got fucked. Sometimes I’d know from the muffled nature of his clucks that he was sucking a dick before I even looked.
I tried to stop, but every time the clucking started my resolve melted away, and Francisco was giving me funny looks.
“What’s your problem?” I finally asked him, my cheeks red from the awareness of my dick throbbing in my jeans.
“I don’t have a problem. But you do. Why are you fighting it?” He asked in a quiet, friendly tone.
“Cluck cluck, little chicken,” he answered, sending my erection jerking in my jeans.
“W-what?” How did he know.
“Do you really want me to say it in front of everyone?” He asked softly.
“Say w-what?” I squeaked.
“That you want to be just like Mr. Burke,” he said in a loud voice, and silence fell, broken by muttered comments and whispers.
“Toby wants to be like teach.”
“Toby wants to be a horny chicken.”
“Toby wants us to fuck him.”
“Bawk bawk bawk…”
“I n-nuh-no! I don’t w-want…” I protested.
“Really?” Francisco asked in mocking disbelief.
“Really!” I put as much strength into my voice as I could muster.
“Are you sure, because you already told me that you want it.”
“N-n-no I didn’t!” I squeaked.
“Sure you did, yesterday. You didn’t want to share your fantasy with us, so I hypnotized you into whispering it to me.”
“T-that’s bullshit!” There was no way! I would remember!
“Then cluck,” he said simply.
“Cluck.” He repeated.
“No, I’m not doing that,” I said stubbornly, aware of how hard I was in my pants.
“If you don’t want to be like Mr. Burke, then cluck, just once. If you can stop, I’m a liar. If I’m not a liar, then your fantasies will come true. It’s win win. Bawk.”
“Bawk,” another voice echoed.
“Bawk bawk,” two voices added.
“Bawk bawk bawk!”
I remembered doing this to Mr. Burke. I had added a few clucks to the mix myself. Francisco stood up and started moving toward me, bringing his crotch closer and closer. I jumped out of my seat to avoid him and backed away until I hit the wall. I realized that I was even more exposed like this; even Mr. Burke was watching!
“Unhh,” I groaned softly, trying to fight it. Silence fell.
“Cluck,” Francisco said in soft command. He was never going to let up, I had to do it to get him off my back, but just once. If I just cluck once, I can stop and go jack off in the bathroom after class…
I licked my lips.
I steeled myself.
“Uh,” I panted, and cleared my throat. “B…buhhh…Bawk!” It rang through the room, a short pause, and then, “Bawk bawk bawk bawk BAWK BAWK BAAAAWWWWWK BAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWK!” I started to cum in my pants. It was better than I’d imagined.
Do I look like Mr. Burke right now?
Oh, god, it’s so good!
“BAAAWWWWK BAAAAWWWWWK BAAAAAAAAWWWWK,” I continued pumping into my jeans, distantly aware of the sound of laughter. “—BAAAAWWWWWK bawk bawk baaaawwwwwk!” I finished, sagging against the wall, panting, a dopey grin on my face.
“Yeah, was it everything you wanted?” Francisco asked, crossing his arms and grinning at me.
“Yeah, how was it, Toby?” Danny asked.
“You like bein’ a chicken?” Chad drawled.
“Yes!” I gasped, and they laughed again.
“You don’t have to wait,” Francisco said. “You can cluck again, if you want. Take off your clothes while you do it.” Without thinking I pulled my shirt off over my head, dropping it to the floor and fumbling with my jeans.
“B-“ I coughed and cleared my throat, kicking off my shoes and breaking my zipper as I jerked my jeans open. “Buhh,” I shoved my jeans and underwear down and stood back up, letting gravity pool them at my feet as my hard cock bounced up into view. “Bawk! Bawk bawk baaaawk! Bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk BAWK BAWK BAAAWK BAAAWWWWWK BAAAAWWWWK BAAAAAAAAAWWWWK BAAAAAAAAAAWWWWK!” A second load fountained into the air, again sending me flashing back to Mr. Burke’s second orgasm, and everyone started cheering and clapping. In the background, Mr. Bruke started clucking and cumming along with me.
“There you go!” Francisco said. “Get down on all fours, it’s time for the next part. And don’t touch your dick, it’ll feel better that way.” He started to strip, and behind him I could see the others doing the same.
“Ohhh,” I crooned as I got down, keeping my eyes on Francisco as he stripped. I could look openly today, instead of sneaking glances at everyone’s dicks. I fixated on it as it bobbed into view, massive and erect. He walked around behind me, ruffling his fingers through my hair on the way, and kicked my legs farther apart.
“Bawk!” I gasped, my eyes snapping open wide. “Baaawwwwwwk,” I moaned, “Bawk bawk bawk bawk…” He laughed, spat on my hole, and then I felt his cock press against me. “B-uhhhh-aawwwk,” I droned as he pressed into me. I was so horny that it felt like my hole was already relaxed and waiting for it. “Baaawwwwk! Baaaaawwwwwwk! BAAAWWWWK BAWK BAWK BAWK BAWK!” I came without touching myself, Francisco’s massive penis lodged inside me.
“Look at me,” Francisco panted as he started to move his hips. “Making dreams come true.”
“This might be a good time to make mine come true,” Trevor mentioned, stepping up with his erection waving in the air. It was even bigger than Francisco’s.
“Waaait,” Francisco began, pausing in his thrusts. “Yours was to—” He cut off and started laughing wickedly.
“He’ll love this. Crawl under us.” Trevor slid under me, his erect cock sliding down and out of sight, followed boy his torso until he was grinning up at me and…
“Baaawk?” I cried out as the head of his cock touched my ass where Francisco’s cock was still sliding in and out of me. The pressure built and then I felt Trevor’s cock stuffing its way into my ass alongside Francisco’s. “Bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk,” I couldn’t stop clucking. “Baaawwwwk. Baaaaaaawwwwk. Baaaaaaaawwwwwk.” Each thrust was sending a deep, primal cluck churring from my lungs. Hands were pressing me down, everyone was moving, and then I felt both of them pressed against me, two massive penises balls deep up my ass.
It was too much.
“BAAAAWWWWWWK! BAAAAAWWWWWK! BAAAAWWWWWK! BAAAAAWWWWWWK! BAAAAWWWWWWK!’ I cried out as my rigid penis thrashed. I was cumming, but with both their penises stuffing me so full, it wasn’t coming out. Their grips tightened, and then they both started thrusting, and the pleasure came back more intense than ever before. Little spurts of cum escaped when their cocks aligned in such a way as to free the way.
I could feel it start to happen again.
“Ohhh, baaawwwwwk! BAAAAWWWWWK BAAAAAWWWWWK!” I clucked, and moaned, and quivered on their dicks.
“Oh, shit, I’m going to cum,” Trevor gasped.
“Me too!” Said Francisco.
“BAAAAWWWK!” I agreed. Their moans and my clucks echoed through the classroom as they pumped their loads into me, making my dick bob and waive while I clucked and came, stuffed too full for it to escape. I was still cumming when Trevor slid out from under me. My ass snapped down onto Francisco’s cock, and cum, finally free, started to spurt from my erection. Francisco bounced his hips against me a few times, and then pulled out. I sank to the floor with a contented sigh, my body glowing with pleasure.
“Now we’ve got two chickens to play with. Let’s get creative…” Francisco said as I drifted off to sleep.
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