Matches eplilogue part 2 This is the second part of my unofficial epilogue to Hardie’s amazing Matches story sequence. He (or she) has his own section in the library. Check his tales out; they are far better than mine. Again, I’m not entirely happy with the finished result but I am posting it anyway as there are a lot of ideas in it that I think people will like. Any comments/complaints to tantauls1970@yahoo.co.uk At the end of the lunch break, all the older toys, 15-18, and some of the more ‘physically developed’ 14 year olds, would each be made to drink two pint glasses of a special liquid designed by the new school chef. This was a watery substance filled with sexual stimulants, designed to produce multiple orgasms, much larger loads and several hours of erectile strength (sort of liquid Viagra, only MUCH more powerful, particularly since it was designed for adults, not teenage toys). Then they would be left in the tender care of the younger schoolgirls, from 11-14, and split into groups of various sizes around the school grounds. Care was taken to ensure that sisters were always in the same group as their elder brothers, unless they were bored of playing with those particular toys and wanted some variety! For the first hour after lunch, the toys had to take part in Girl Power sessions, where the young girls learned all about self-defence against bigger and supposedly stronger toys. Workout areas were located all over the site, including a large number of boxing rings, all in public parts of the school. The girls would dress appropriately for these sessions, i.e. minimally. Most favoured white plimsolls, black or navy blue knickers or thongs and a white or blue cropped top or sports bra, although variety of dress was permitted, such as knee or even thigh length stockings, teeny weenie bikinis, or even in one girls case, high heels, fishnet stockings, suspenders and a garter with red panties and nothing above the waist. Topless was fairly popular among the girls, and most of those who didn’t start topless would soon lose their tops and bras as they started to work up a good sweat! One or two girls wore only plimsolls on hot days. Needless to say the toys, faced with all this young, exposed beauty, and full of sperm-producing stimulants would often have to fight with their hands tied behind their backs to prevent them from jacking off. If any of the toys complained about this, the girls would simply point to the massive erection in his pants. Before spending a couple of minutes inflicting a LOT of pain direct to his crotch for speaking out of turn. Other times, toys would be allowed to fight unencumbered, but distractions would be arranged. For instance, a pretty girl would sit beside the fighting area, moaning the toy’s name as she blatantly masturbated herself (or two panting girls played with each other). Or, instead of the bikini-clad girl that carries the card around between rounds, a girl would sit in the toys corner and between rounds, as he slumped into his chair, would fondle and lick its body, driving it to distraction so that it would be unable to concentrate against the ball-kicking bitch it was up against. Girls and toys from other schools would be shown round these fighting areas as Nutcracker High sought to expand its philosophy. Adult males from the community: police, priests, civil servants, would be led round by their cocks by their secretaries to watch the new generation. Some female staff members, bored with having their pussies constantly lapped and licked by submissive male teachers would drag those same male weaklings around, to show them their true place in the school and to demonstrate another aspect of the school’s thinking: all males are controlled by their cocks and especially their balls. Once a male is aroused, his balls begin to fill with sperm, which heats up as his excitement grows. Once that happens, the male will do ANYTHING to reach, or nowadays be allowed to reach, his release. Understand that, and women will rule the world (and males will fear and worship them for it). In the arenas and rings, toys would be kicked and punched, their balls slapped, whacked, whipped, assaulted and battered. Yet no cock would ever soften or go limp. After a few weeks or even just a few days, even the most aggressive toy would be little more than an animal, a pet to be played with by its cruel mistresses, a beast of burden, and a milking bull. Girls would learn speed, agility, balance, precision and the luxurious sense of power that only destroying a male (however temporarily; permanently damaging a cock or a pair of testicles was...officially...forbidden) can bring. Many of the younger girls would achieve their first orgasm with a screaming or sobbing toy at her feet. In one infamous part of the building, very popular with the girls, were a number of inflated paddling pools, filled with oils rather than water. Instead of fighting a girl, two toys would fight or wrestle each other, while the girls and women cheered them on and took bets, under the watchful (or not so watchful) eye of a scantily-clad referee. The winner of one of these fights would receive a blow job. The loser would have to give it! One room resounded to the clash of metal, almost like sword fighting. In this room, the popular sport of cock-fighting had taken on a new form. Two toys would be locked into metal cock tubes with only their swollen heads sticking out of the end. Normally used as teasing and denial devices (the wearer was completely unable to wank, however aroused), the girls had decided to have two toys try to cock fight each other to orgasm. They would try, as they sobbed their frustration, to rub their swollen cock head against the other toy’s, or against its equally swollen balls. After a while the toys would be in such an agony of denial, with tears streaming down their faces, that the girls would simply get bored, stop the fight and debate what to do next. Sometimes, the toys would be released from their cages and ordered to wank (and then lick up their sticky mess). Other times, they would be ordered to 69 each other; despite their evident horror, the toys would often almost attack each other with their desire to get their aching cocks into a warm, wet mouth. The aroused male’s need to ejaculate is ALL-CONSUMING. But usually, they, and any other toys in the room that had been forced to watch, would be ordered into a line and butt-fucked by wild, screaming young girls wearing enormous strap-on dildos. And throughout the pain and humiliation, every single cock would remain upright, until the teasing finally became too much, and through gritted teeth, a toy would groan as he released the tension in his aching balls and his hot load spurted across the room, to ironic cheers from the girls. In another room, one male, sometimes a toy, sometimes an adult teacher, would be wanked and milked again and again, until the drugs he had been given had finally worn off and he could cum no more, while the class of pretty girls sat there, feigning boredom. In another room, a boy would be strapped into a milking machine, while girls took their turns burying their favourite strap-ons to the hilt up his aching and defenceless arse. In one more room, each schoolgirl would have a toy kneeling in front of her chair, ready to dive his face between her legs, as the teacher educated them on the differences between white toys and black boys. An important lesson, as Nutcracker High was considering exchange programs with all-Black boys schools in the area, as it was felt by the new heads of the school that the girls would benefit from some ‘exposure’ to (and of) some real men, even if those men were technically still teenagers. The school was also thinking about employing a vastly expanded grounds staff of about 24 to 30 black males of various ages (‘to help out’ smirked one of the teachers as she fingered herself). In some rooms, the girls would sit in their chairs with greased-up strap-ons, which the beaten and battered toys would have no choice but to sit on. Sometimes the toys would be locked into cock restraint tubes; sometimes they would be forced to use fleshlights on themselves; and sometimes they would have their hands tied behind their backs, unable to touch the raging hard-ons bulging from their crotches. In one public area, a group of toys would be split into pairs. The two toys would have their mouths gagged and their hands tied behind their backs and be forced to kneel facing each other very closely, their cocks slapping against each other. A tiny vibrator would be placed between their purple heads and each boy would have a cock ring around the base of his shaft. The two toys would be pushed closer together until even their massive balls touched together. Then each pair of twos would have a single condom rolled over both their cocks. All the vibrators would be activated and set to maximum. Even through the ball-gags, the toys moans and panting would fill the room, as their young bodies twisted and throbbed. The giggling young girls watched as one by one, the dosed-up toys fired the first of many hot, thick, creamy loads into the growing bulge at the top of the condom. Those bulges would continue to swell until either the end of the day or until one of them burst, spilling wasted cum all over the floor and the bodies of the two toys who had pumped it all. Black boys were always popular in this area. The girls took great delight in watching two big black cocks trapped in a single condom, as it grew with white spunk. While the white toys would, like so many others, find themselves butt-fucked by dildo-wearing young beauties, the black boys would be more likely to have their bodies licked and massaged. Sometimes, instead of a condom, the girls would force a particularly recalcitrant toy over the two cocks, its mouth straining to take both shafts. When one or both of the toys would so obviously be nearing his orgasm, the girls would pretend to be about to pull the slave toy’s head way. The two toys being sucked, no matter how humiliated and abused they were, would always react the same way. Through their gags, they would grunt and groan their pleas to keep that warm mouth over their cocks, and they would blatantly thrust their shafts upwards, between its wide-open lips, so desperate to reach their next release that they would no longer care who was watching their shame. The girls always found this hysterical. A popular spot to bring visitors was the third gym area. No matter how experienced in the world of female domination, the sights in this room would always stun anyone seeing it for the first time. Thirty couples would be spread around the room on mats. On each mat a girl and a toy would wrestle. The girl would, as always if she wanted, be allowed to cheat. Although a girl could easily defeat a toy in a fair fight, it was felt that allowing the girls to cheat would help to break the toys’ spirits even faster if they realised that they would NEVER be able to win. Once the toy realised that the girls controlled their rights to orgasm, they very quickly fell into line. By halfway through the afternoon, each couple would be in more or less the same position (with a little variety permitted). The girl would be sat stride the toy’s face, riding his mouth as his tongue learned every aspect of pleasing its latest mistress. The girl would often be near naked. The toy would always be completely nude. It was once described by one goggle-eyed visitor as ‘a scene from an orgy porn video, gone COMPLETELY wrong!!!’ As the girls shrieked in climax after shattering climax, each and every toy, lying flat on the ground, would, in full view of a crowd of watchers, be uselessly and pointless thrusting his hips into the air, his throbbing dick almost trying to fuck thin air, driven wild by an impossible need to release the enormous load of cum threatening to burst the toys huge balls. Many male visitors would break at this point and throw themselves at the feet of grinning women and girls, begging, BEGGING to be allowed to serve their pussies with their own tongues. At the end of the school day, all the toys who had not cum, or who still had balls capable of producing more hot sperm from the drugs they were fed every lunchtime, was taken, dragged, carried or cock-tugged to the main assembly area. Any girl who had ‘disappeared’ with a particular black boy would usually return at this point, dishevelled but grinning like the Cheshire Cat. These couples would sometimes have a downcast white toy with them, wiping his face of pussy juice or even spunk. Those toys that were completely drained would also be compelled to attend, and made to stand besides sitting girls. Five fleshlight devices were attached to a table side by side. Five toys would come forward and each slide their cock into one of the devices. Then the remainder of the pre-cum dripping toys were made to line up in queues behind each of the fleshlight-using toys. Once in position, the lines of toys were forced to move forward and press against each other, until there were five lines of toys, all with their aching cocks rubbing against the butt-crack of the toy in front of him, their cock- heads throbbing against lower backs. Each toy would be ordered to put his hands on the hips or thighs of the toy in front, and to hold tight! The last toy in each queue would then have a vibrato slid into his exposed anus (or sometimes they would just be butt-fucked by laughing girls). The motion would cause every toy in each queue to rub up against the toy in front. The toys that had their cocks buried in the fleshlights would be pushed forwards into the devices with every surge. Because the toys were pressed together so tightly, it wasn’t long before the first toy would tremble and his cock would spurt a gigantic load of sperm over his stomach and the other toy’s back. The watching girls would, through their sniggers, wait until every toy had fired at least one load of hot cum (some toys got so excited at this extreme humiliation that they pumped more than one load). Then the toys would be allowed to separate. The last humiliation of the day would now occur. The younger boys having been sent home in their cum-stained shorts, this was felt not to be enough for the older boys. So a collection of women’s underwear and lingerie would be left in a pile in the corner of the assembly room. The toys would have to choose with item they would be walking home in! Some would be in simple panties, some in tights instead, some in stockings and suspenders, some in see-through body-suits and other such clothes that you only used to see advertised in adult magazines. No matter how many times the toys had been abused, milked and drained, by the time they presented themselves for inspection to the by-now helpless with laughter girls, every single one would be rock hard. Those wearing underwear with open crotches would have their erections sticking out. At the sounding of the school bell the girls would watch the toys stagger out of the school into the open air. Like their younger brothers, some would walk, some would be collected and some would have to use public transport. Each would be clutching a report card, which not only listed their submissiveness and milking ability (cock size was obvious) but could also be used as a trading card, for the toys to be loaned out to other women and teenage girls in other families for domestic chores or...other duties. Many of the more ‘popular’ black boys would be spared this humiliation as by now they always seemed to have left. In fact, they always seemed to disappear at the same time as the female teachers!