Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Hungry Guy
Title: BDSM HIGH SCHOOL
Summary: Two friends share an erotic yet horrific experience in gym
class, then share personal secrets on their way to their next class
afterward.
Keywords: f/m fdom msub mpov humil breath het gay?  caution
Language: english

   BDSM HIGH SCHOOL By Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)

   Lenny trudged down the crowded hallway to gym class lugging his knapsack
full of textbooks and a half-finished term paper that was due yesterday.

   "Hey dude!" his friend, Brad, called as he came up behind Lenny.  "What
do you suppose we'll be doing in gym today?"

   "I hope not the weight room," said Lenny.  "Guys are sub this week."

   "Me too," said Brad.  "I hate the weight room."

   "I just can't hold my breath for so long," said Lenny.  "Some girls are
nice, but some will make you hold your breath for the full two and a half
minutes."

   "Yeah," said Brad.  "I have other reasons."

   The boys entered the locker room which was full of boys changing out of
their regular clothes.  Lenny went to his gym locker and changed into the
required gym school uniform which, for boys, was a dark blue spandex thong
that felt like it was two sizes too small.

   Lenny then exited the locker room into the big gymnasium as always at
the start of gym class.  Spotting Brad, Gary, and Jim, Lenny joined his
friends sitting on the partially-extended bleachers together.

   The girls were also coming out of the girls' locker room wearing only
hot pink thongs and string-bikini tops.

   The two gym teachers, Mrs.  Fredashay and Mr.  Klavierstein, were
standing holding clipboards as the students assembled on the bleachers.

   "The gym teachers gotta be fuckin' queer to make us dress like this,"
whispered Gary to the other three.

   "Yeah," said Jim as he jabbed Lenny in the ribs with his elbow, "but
it's worth it to see the girls almost naked, too."

   Gary laughed, but Brad remained sullen.

   When all the kids were out of the locker rooms, the teachers took
attendance.  Then Mrs.  Fredashay announced, "Okay class.  We're in the
weight room today.  This week, girls are dom and boys are sub."

   The boys all groaned, and the girls all just giggled.

   The two teachers led the combined class down a short hallway off the
gymnasium into the weight room.  Inside the windowless room about the size
of a classroom stood four large weight machines, each of which looked like
an odd collection of steel beams, cables, weights, and handles extended
from all four sides of each one.  Four padded benches extended from each of
the machines, each about 6" above the floor for a total of 16 workout
stations--exactly right for a class of 16 boys and 16 girls.

   As the kids all stood around the room.  Mr.  Klavierstein said, "Okay
boys, your choice today.  Pick a station and take your place."

   Lenny headed for the shoulder press station on the closest machine when
Brad said, "Coach, I really don't like doing this."

   Mr.  Klavierstein glared at Brad momentarily.  "What?  Are you a faggot?
Don't like girls?"

   "What if I am?" said Brad.

   Lenny walked over to his friend.  "Coach, I'm not a f..." He stopped
himself before saying the word.  "I'm not gay, but I don't like doing this
either.  It hurts to hold my breath so long.  And it's humiliating, too."

   Mr.  Klavierstein paused in thought for a moment before replying. 
"Boys," he said, "a little humiliation is good for you.  It teaches, er,
humility." He pointed to Brad.  "Even you, faggot.  Besides, how do you
expect the girls to work out if you don't do your parts?"

   "May I add something?" said Mrs.  Fredashay.  "You boys are almost all
heavier than any of the girls.  Yet none of the girls ever complained when
it's their turn to be sub."

   The girls all shouted, "Right!" and then all broke out giggling.

   Feeling defeated, Lenny lay down on the bench at the shoulder press
station.  The machine was above his head as he stared up at the handles. 
He watched as Brad climbed inside one of the machines and slipped a thick
padded noose around his neck.

   "Okay, girls," announced Mrs.  Fredashay.  "Pick a station and secure
your boy."

   Lenny's heart pounded as the girls all approached the machines.  Sherry
came over and knelt by him and shackled his wrists and ankles to the bench,
then buckled two straps across his chest and waist.  He was trapped and
barely able to move.

   Mrs.  Fredashay then pointed to the timer on the wall.  "Girls, you all
know the drill by now, I hope.  When the clock rings once, you start
exercising for two and a half minutes.  When the clock rings twice, you
lift up to let your boy breathe for 30 seconds.  After nine minutes, you
rotate around the machine clockwise to the next station.  That gives you
all a total of seven and a half minutes on each of the four stations during
the class period.

   Lenny swallowed hard when the clock rang once.  Sherry swung a leg over
Lenny's body and sat on his face.  Her spandex-covered crotch pressed down
on his mouth and his nose slipped into her naked ass crack as everything
went black and he felt a crushing weight on his skull as she settled down
on his face.

   A moment later, he could hear the clattering of weights.  Sherry's
already painful weight bearing down on his face suddenly multiplied as he
felt her strain to lift the the weights with her arms.

   Her weight increased and decreased in a steady rhythm, as he held his
breath.  After a short while, his lungs began to cry out for air, but her
ass on his face created too tight a seal.  The pain in his lungs continued
to increase as Sherry continued to exercise.  The minutes dragged on. 
Lenny was kicking and struggling furiously against his shackles, though he
was tightly bound and hardly moved.

   Finally, the bell rang twice and Sherry stood.  Lenny gasped explosively
as he caught his breath, staring into Sherry's naked ass above his face
straddled between her naked legs.  The 30 seconds went by too fast when the
bell rang once again, and Sherry sat back down and resumed exercising.

   The cycle repeated itself until Mrs.  Fredashay announced the rotation
after Sherry stood for the third time.  He watched Sherry walk to the next
station on the machine as another girl took a seat on his face.  Lenny
didn't even notice who's twat was pressing down on his mouth and who's ass
crack had sucked in his nose.  All he knew is that it wasn't pleasurable at
all--it was painful and terrifying.

   After enduring this girl, and another, sitting on his face to exercise,
Mrs.  Klavierstein announced after the last double bell, "All right, girls.
Unshackle your boys and had back to the locker rooms."

   It wasn't until then that Lenny realized it was Danae who had used him
third.  "You liked that?" she whispered to him as she unbuckled his wrist
shackles.

   "Not really," he said.

   "Retard," she scoffed as she unshackled his ankles and walked away.

   The last ten minutes of class gave all the kids a chance to shower and
change back into their normal clothes.

   Exiting the boys locker room, Lenny met up with Brad again.

   "Hey," said Brad.  "Thanks for backing me up before."

   "No problem," said Lenny.

   "But shit," said Brad as he rubbed his neck--a bright red narrow welt
circled his neck.  "My neck is fuckin' killing me."

   "You ought to go to the nurse," said Lenny.

   "Fuckin' bitch will just chew me out for wasting her time."

   "I tried one of the hanging positions on the machine once," said Lenny.
"Same thing happened to me.  I had a scab all the way around my neck for
weeks.  SO I always try to get one of the laying positions."

   "Well, at least I only have to hold my breath for a second or two at a
time," said Brad.  "You have to hold your breath for two fuckin' minutes at
a time."

   "Two and a half," said Lenny.

   "Besides," said Brad, "having a girl's twat pressed against my mouth is
fuckin' disgusting."

   "Well..." stammered Lenny.

   "Okay," laughed Brad.  "Not for you."

   "But shit, man," said Lenny, "some of those girls sure sweat a lot! 
Taste's weird, too.  Not like a guy's sweat."

   Brad laughed again.  "That's not sweat, man!"

   "No?" said Lenny.  "You mean that's girl pee?"

   "Not that, either," said Brad.  "You don't know how girls work?"

   "I don't take Sex Ed.  until next year," said Lenny.  "Why?"

   "'Cause girls get wet when they get, like, turned on.  It comes out of
their vaginas, I think."

   "That's the part that's covered by the thong, right?"

   "Yeah," said Brad.  "It's between their pussy lips, you know?"

   "Not really," said Lenny.

   "What?" said Brad.  "You have a girl's twat squeezed against your face
every other week and you don't know what a twat looks like?"

   "Never saw a girl, you know, actually naked," said Lenny.

   "Ask one next gym class," said Brad.  "I bet she'll give you a peek
before she sits down."

   "Okay," said Lenny.

   "And hey, man," said Brad.  "my next class is just up ahead.  Would you
do me a quick favor?"

   "Sure, man," said Lenny.  "What?"

   Brad pulled a paper out of his knapsack.  "Would you sign this petition?
The gay community wants the administration to set up just one gym class for
the gay kids."

   "Okay," said Lenny.  "I'll sign.  But there's only about two or three
gay kids in the whole school.  Is that enough for a gym class just for
them?"

   "Actually," whispered Brad, "there's a few more than that."

   Lenny took the petition and signed it.

   Brad pointed to a column on the right.  "Just check off whether you're
pan-sexual, inter-sexual, or whatever."

   "Shit!" said Lenny.  "I don't even know what those mean, dude.  I'm
totally straight."

   "Then just write in 'other'."

   "Okay," said Lenny as he filled in the petition.  "You don't hate me for
that, do you?"

   "Hate you?" said Brad with surprise.  "Why would I hate you?  You're a
good person!"

   "For not knowing what those things mean," said Lenny.

   Brad shrugged.  "Why would I hate you for that?"

   "I was on some social site a few weeks ago," said Lenny.  _"Fluther.com_
or something like that.  I mentioned that I believe in gay marriage and
equal rights, but I'm not gay and wouldn't want to have sex with another
guy."

   "So?" shrugged Brad.  "Nothing wrong with that."

   "Well," said Lenny, "all the gays ripped into me, calling me intolerant
and hateful just because I said I'm not gay even though I believe in gay
rights."

   "Shit, man!" said Brad.  "That's fucked up!"

   "Three or four of them all treated me like I was the most evil person on
earth, calling me evil and intolerant.  The worst one called himself
BeanHead or something like that.  Nobody came to my defense.  Even the
_Fluther_ moderators left their personal attacks against me up, but
censored my posts in self-defense.  No offense, man, but it's enough to
make me hate..."

   "Listen man," whispered Brad.  "Just between you and me and the wall
here, those guys are idiots!  You have as much right to be not-gay as they
have to be gay.  But, unfortunately, a lot of us feel like they do.  We've
been discriminated against for so long that there's a lot of hatred, and
they're totally blind to their own hatred of non-gay people.  Militant gays
like that do more to breed hatred of gays than the worst bigots, but you
didn't hear any of that from me, okay?"

   Lenny made a zipping motion with his fingers across his lips.

   "And you know what else?" said Brad.

   "What?" said Lenny.

   "A lot of genuine homophobes get on sites like that and act like super
militant gays, just to make reasonable people like you hate gays."

   "Really?" said Lenny.  "You think that's what happened?"

   Brad shrugged.  "Maybe.  It happens all the time, unfortunately." He
winced and rubbed his neck again.

   "Hey man," said Lenny, "that ring is turning into a circular blister
around your neck.  C'mon, you're my friend and I'm taking you to the
nurse's office whether you like it or not."

   * END *

   WARNING: If you reenact this scenario, be careful.  A person can hold
their breath for about 3 minutes before passing out.  Brain damage will
start to occur after about 5 minutes (sort of like a stroke).  And death
will occur after about 10 minutes.  Further, cutting off blood to the
brain, such as with a noose, will cause brain damage within seconds, and
death within minutes.