Chapter 3: Monday Afternoon at School

The common area was packed full of students for fifth period lunch. Becky had lunch this period with me. I spotted her sitting at our table near the back of the room.

I was dreading this moment. Having to walk the entire room with hundreds of people’s eyes on me. Yet, as I took in the scene around me, nearly everyone’s eyes were fixed on a table near the front of the room and to my right. I couldn’t see what was happening with so many people standing around the table. Whatever was happening I was glad it got everyone’s attention away from me.

I managed to make my way towards Becky with only a few people glancing at me. I took a seat next to her with my back to the main attraction.

“What’s going on over there?” I asked Becky.

She knew exactly what I was referring to. “I don’t know,” she replied. “I think that is where Jennifer usually sits, you know that rich girl.”

I looked over my shoulder to see if I could see her, but I couldn’t. She didn’t appear to be standing at all.

“What are they doing with her?” I asked. “Forgot it, I don’t want to know.” I quickly added as I turned my head looking away from the scene.

“You might not want to know about a video going around school as well,” Becky says softly. “But it might be best if you learned it from me.”

She takes out her phone and shows me the video. It was me standing next to Wendy while I was jerking off. The video was about a minute and a half long. I shook my head and held out my hand blocking my view of the video. Becky quickly turned it off and put her phone away.

“Someone posted it on PornHub,” Becky explained to me. Although technically it was illegal to post videos on PornHub without consent from the person being recorded, if you were on The Program there was a legal loophole to being able to have your images or videos shared online. “My entire class last period was watching it.”

“Why is this happening to me?” I asked rhetorically as I lowered my head and placed it in my hands.

“Think of it this way: at least you’re not being told to do anything when they are just watching a video,” Becky said trying to comfort me.

I lift my head up and look over at her. “They did leave me alone last period,” I admitted.

“See?” Becky said, “hopefully it’ll last until the end of the day at least.”

The monitor for the commons started to shout out the table group numbers to get us to form a line for lunch. Me and Becky grabbed our backpacks to get out our packed lunches. We always brought our own lunch to school instead of getting the cafeteria food.

I unpacked the food my mother packed for me: a sandwich with some mystery meat, a bag of Doritos, some leftover cake, and a bottle of Gatorade. I had taken my sandwich out of the bag when I looked up to see Marty walking towards me.

“Oh no,” I mumbled to myself. Marty has been a thorn in my side since early elementary school. I knew this time was going to come sometime today.

“Hey, freak,” he said to me as soon as he was in ear shot.

“Leave her alone, Marty!” Becky yelled, trying to defend me before anything happened.

“Fuck off!” Marty shouted back at her. “He’s on The Program I can do anything I fucking feel like doing to him.”

“HER,” Becky crossly corrected him.

“If you say so,” Marty said back with a smirk, “but I’ve seen a video of him stroking his penis. If you got a penis, you’re a HE.” Over the years I have gotten used to hearing Marty saying that stupid line, but this is the first time he used it when he really has seen my penis. I turned a pale red, more out of embarrassment than anger.

“I want to see just how good you really are,” he started to unzip his pants and lower his jeans. I was just watching him in disbelief as he fished his hard cock out of his briefs. “Go on, don’t just stare at it,” Marty said in a commanding voice. “Jerk me off.”

I was wondering what he would do if I refused to do so and if it would be a better choice to jerking off my least favorite person in the world. He hasn’t been physically violent with me since elementary school, so I was fairly certain that he was not going to hit me. I guessed he would most likely tell a teacher or a dean that I was refusing to do what he wanted me to do. I recalled what they did to Jennifer at the beginning of the day. I reasoned that giving Marty a hand job was better than getting spanked.

I wrapped my hand around his dick and started to stroke him off. His precum was acting as lube making the palm of my hand glided easily over the shaft of his cock. I closed my eyes as I was doing it, trying to think of something else, but it didn’t work. I was masturbating the most hateful person in my life. My stomach started to get upset as if I was going to puke all over him. I could feel a tear running down the left side of my face.

I felt something warm splash on my nose. I knew what it was without having to look, especially with the grunt Marty made before it happened. I could also feel his cock pulsing in my hand. I turned my head away causing him to shoot cum on my right cheek.

“You did a good job, bitch boy,” I still had my eyes closed as I released my grip on his cock. “I think you deserve a reward.”

I started to raise the back of my right hand to wipe away his seed, but Marty stopped me before I could. “I’ll get that for you,” he said as he ran his fingers up the side of my face. “Open your mouth,” he demanded. I shook my head showing that I was not going to. “If you don’t open your fucking mouth,” Marty warned me, “I’ll pry them open.”

I hesitated for a few seconds before I slowly opened my mouth. He quickly jammed two fingers into my mouth. I could taste the bitterness and saltiness of his cum on my tongue. He unceremoniously pulled his fingers out.

“Swallow,” he said sharply to me. I did as he instructed. I could feel it as it slide down my throat. He snickered at me. “How does a real guy’s cum taste, tranny?”

I didn’t bother to answer him. I finally opened my eyes blinking back tears. He grabbed my sandwich and wiped his dick clean on the top of it and set it back down.

“Enjoy your lunch,” he said as he walked away.

I grabbed a couple of napkins out of my lunch bag and wiped away the rest of the cum on my face. I could see Becky out of the corner of my eye. She was looking at me with pity. I felt shameful and couldn’t stand to turn my head and look at her. I finished cleaning myself and tossed the napkin to the side. I picked the top bread slice from my sandwich and placed it with my soiled napkin. I folded the sandwich in half and took a bite.

“Are you okay?” Becky asked me softly. I didn’t turn my head to look at her. I nodded my head as I slowly chewed on my bologna sandwich.

After a minute of awkward silence, I eventually said something to her. “I don’t want to talk about what just happened.” The rest of the lunch period we talked about Becky’s trip to her family’s cabin in Grand Marais over Spring break.

My sixth period class was Spanish with Ms. Diaz. I entered the classroom and saw Alejandro already sitting in his seat. He was also in The Program. I wondered what he has been experiencing today as I took my seat not far from him. It wasn’t long until the rest of my classmates were finding their seats as the bell went off.

“Okay, class as you know we have two of you who are in The Program,” Ms. Diaz said from the front of the classroom. “If you want them to do anything, you’re going to need to ask them in Spanish.”

“Quiero ver a Steph hacerle una mamada a Alejandro!” Juan shouted out. Both Juan and Alejandro were already fluent in Spanish and undoubtably took this class to get an easy A. I had no idea what he said so I looked to Alejandro to see his reaction. He had a lazy smirk on his face and his dick was hard. Obviously, Juan wanted me to do something to Alejandro. With the video in mind and based on what happened during lunch, I was guessing that I was going to jerk him off as well.

“Very well, Steph and Alejandro come in front of the class,” Ms. Diaz directed us. “Stand over there,” she added pointing to a corner of the room near the windows. Alejandro had his back in the corner. I faced him and reluctantly wrapped my hand around his cock. I then started to slowly stroke him.

“With the exception of Juan, does anyone know the meaning of una mamada?” Ms. Diaz asked.

Alejandro answered her, “it means ‘a blow job’.” I looked at Alejandro with wide eyes and my mouth hanging open in disbelief. I turned my head around to get confirmation from the teacher.

“That’s correct,” Ms. Diaz said. “Do know what ‘a blow job’ means, Stephanie?”

I nodded my head as a few of my classmates giggled. “Yes, Miss Diaz.”

“Then get on your knees and show us how it is done.”

I sighed and got down on my knees with my hand still wrapped around his dick. My face was inches away from his cock. It was a good four and a half inches long and already leaking precum. I’ve never given anyone a blow job before, but I had a good idea how to do it. In fact, I never had sex with anyone before this very moment. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes as I inserted his hard cock down my throat.

I started to bob my head up and down on it, managing to take about half of his cock down my throat. He placed his hands on the back of my head pushing me to take more of him into my mouth. Thankfully, he stopped pushing when he heard me gagging. The teacher started to lecture my classmates as if two of us having sex in one corner of the classroom was not out of the ordinary. Probably because she has seen the program in action for a long time now. I haven’t seen people having sex out in the open since the week before Thanksgiving last semester. I don’t know how my classmates were reacting to me sucking off Alejandro, and I didn’t care to look over at them to find out.

He started to be a little more aggressive with me. Holding my head right where my gag reflex was triggered before pulling me out, keeping me there a little longer each time. I learned to try to breathe through my nose and getting better at it each time Alejandro forced me down on his cock. I was getting into a rhythm when suddenly he rammed all of his cock to the back of my throat. He kept me there and I could feel his cock twitching before he shot off his cum. I had no choice by to swallow most of it.

After he was done, he pulled his cock out of my mouth with a slurpy pop. His cum and my salvia was running out of my mouth and falling on the floor. I looked down on the pool at Alejandro’s feet, too ashamed to look up at him.

“Miss Diaz,” I could hear one of my classmates speaking up interrupting the lecture. “Steph finished sucking off Alejandro, and I think she swallowed it.” The rest of the class busted out laughing. I could feel my face going flush.

“Not all of it,” another classmate shouted out over the laughter. “There is some on the floor.”

“Please clean up the mess, Stephanie,” Ms. Diaz said to me. I started to get up on my feet. “Clean it with your tongue,” she added.

I groaned in complaint as I got back down on my knees. I lowered my head to the floor and began to lap up Alejandro’s cum. I could feel the eyes of the entire class on me. I was cleaning it up as slowly as I could to delay having to face the class. After a few minutes of dragging it out, I got up to my feet.

The first thing I noticed was the huge grin on Alejandro’s face. It always seems like when the guys get chosen for The Program, they are excited about it, while girls are upset when they get chosen. I never could understand why guys are so comfortable with their bodies and not embarrassed to be walking around school all day naked.

“Okay you two, back to your seats,” Ms. Diaz said.

I kept my head down as I walked to my seat as quickly as I could. I sat down and buried my face in my arms on the desk until the bell rang dismissing us from class.

I made my way to the front of the boys’ locker room to get ready for gym. I really didn’t want to go inside. I’ve been using the girls’ locker room and bathrooms for as long as I can remember. I just stood there until my teacher, Mr. Greene, came up to me.

“Steph,” he said to me. He was the only teacher that called me by that name. “You’re not going into the gym with those shoes on.” I looked down at my feet at my favorite pair of boots. It was the only thing that I was allowed to wear. “Go inside and put on some tennis shoes.”