TEEN JOBBER HUMILIATION III
By
Ringdoggg
Teen
Jobber Part 3
Grocery
Store Gangbang
The
pain in my head felt like someone was hitting me in the skull with a hammer
over and over. I couldn’t see. My eyes were closed, and my totally cloudy,
super groggy mind could not open them. I
could hear laughter, lots of it. It was
the young male stockers of Evan’s Foods, the grocery store where I worked.
I was lying
spread eagle on the floor of the large stockroom of the store, wearing only a
pair of humiliating white cotton underwear briefs with two large pink stripes
on the elastic waistband. The
underwear was stuffed with mayonnaise front and back. A little kid had beaten me up and stripped me
down to my humiliating underwear. Now he
had me on the floor, pumping a horrible sleeper hold into me. I could never take a sleeper.
It debilitated me almost the second it was locked on, and my suffering increased every second it was held on me. The dreadful hold, which smashed arteries in the neck and chin to restrict blood flow to the brain, was used to knock out an opponent. My enemies used a light version of it to make me suffer and humiliate me for long periods of time.
But the
little kid wanted me out cold. The
stockers had told me that if I was pinned or passed out, I would be kept in the
stock room and worked over until my next match, a day and a half away. I had desperately kicked out of multiple
humiliating pin attempts by the little kid.
But now I was on my back, and the kid was pumping the sleeper into me. I had to hang on and not pass out, or I was
doomed!!
My name
is Billy Simpson. I’m an 18-year-old,
small 165-pound professional wrestler and am in the process of becoming the
most helpless and humiliated Jobber Boy in human history. Unlike all the other big strong brawny
wrestlers whose prominent body parts are their huge muscles or abs, my most
noticeable body parts are my soft jelly belly, big oversized belly button, big
red nipples, and my bubble butt. I have
no family left, and I’m on my own with 1 friend (my roommate) and a girlfriend
that just dumped me because of how badly I was humiliated in the ring.
Now, I
was lying on the floor with my arms and legs spread widely as a little kid
worked a sleeper hold into my helpless, prone body. I held my arm up to avoid being counted out
by Ray, one of the stockers. But
my arm felt like I was holding up 100 pounds.
I wanted to let it drop to the floor so bad. Finally, I heard Ray announce that I was
still awake. I let the arm drop to the
concrete floor. The little kid yanked
back on the sleeper, and I nearly blacked out.
I spewed spit into the air, and the crowd laughed. I lay there, getting weaker and suffering
more and more and more.
It was
so pathetic. The only things moving were
my quivering lips and my soft flabby jelly belly pumping up and down and up and
down as I sucked in air. Laying on my
back and not moving, the crowd watching me really got to see the humiliating
rhythmic pumping of my jelly belly. My
belly had a wicked pumping routine. It
pumped up to full bulge in grand fashion before pumping downward as the air in
my lungs expelled. Then, at its lowest
point, it would pause momentarily and jiggle before rising again as air came
back into my lungs. As it did this over
and over, people became mesmerized by it.
It screamed I’m helpless beat on me.
It was so humiliating, and it was only one of many things my body did,
completely against my will, to humiliate me.
“Man,
he’s so fucking helpless!!” said stocker Kyle.
“Yea,
look how soft his body is!” said stocker Chris.
“I’ve
never even heard of someone being humiliated this bad in public, much less
watched it in person!” said Tom.
“Yea
and by a fucking little kid!!”, said frozen food stocker Allen.
One of
the stockers knelt down and rubbed my jelly belly. It jiggled wildly, and the crowd roared with
laughter.
“It’s
so fucking soft and warm!!!!” laughed stocker Jarvis.
Other
stockers knelt down and started rubbing my jelly belly. My poor belly jiggled more, and I cried out. Anyone in the room not convinced I was a
total jobber boy was now sure. Worse
yet, several of the cruelest guys were now salivating at the chance to beat on
my helpless body. One of the guys stuck
his finger into my fat, deep belly button, and I jiggled wildly and cried out:
“belly button!!”. That brought wild
laughter. Another one pinched my big red
nipples. The belly button and nipple
play made my fat penis surge in my mayonnaise filled underwear.
“Check
it out! He’s getting hard!!” yelled stocker Randy.
I was
mortified. I begged my penis not to get
any bigger, but I could not convince the hyper-sensitive big boy. I began to tent wildly in the underwear, and
I whimpered helplessly as the humiliation and degradation poured into me. The kid yanked back on the sleeper hold, and
I spewed spit and jiggled wildly again. I
was in so much trouble as I drifted toward unconsciousness. My arms felt like lead weights. Ray lifted my right arm into the air again. I knew I was doomed. It fell to the floor with a slap. He raised it again, and it dropped like a rock.
As he
raised my hand a 3rd time, another stocker came into the stockroom and yelled
that the kid’s father was looking for him.
The kid broke the sleeper hold, dropped my groggy head to the floor, and
ran for the door. I was saved! But
at that moment, another stocker pushed my stock cart into the warehouse. Randy grabbed the open case of mayonnaise and
sat it next to me. He opened a jar and
began to stuff the mayonnaise in my mouth.
I swallowed as fast as I could to keep from choking to death. It seemed like hours but only took me about
30 minutes to swallow nearly a gallon of Mayonnaise. My poor jelly belly felt as if it would
explode. Randy grabbed my blond hair and
peeled my helpless body off the floor.
“Come
on, Billy, get up– you total pussy boy!” said Randy.
My
stuffed jelly belly sagged wildly. It
was so full of mushy mayonnaise.
“There’s
no way we’re letting Jelly Belly Billy out of here without me getting some
licks into that soft, helpless jelly belly!” said Kyle.
I
shivered in fear as Randy put me in a full nelson, trapping my arms up in the
air and leaving my stuffed jelly belly wide open for attack. Kyle fired a savage right fist into my belly. I spewed spit, air, and mayonnaise all over
the place. I tried to double up and go
down, but Randy held me up. Kyle fired
in another shot and another and another.
I was
in agony as Kyle banged away at my belly with lefts and rights. He laid in over 25 licks. I was shivering with mayonnaise and spit
running from my mouth. Chris stepped in
and started firing in licks. It was
unmitigated horror. The pain in my super
helpless, super soft jelly belly radiated out to the rest of my body. Ten different stockers pumped licks into my
belly. I actually spit up almost all the
mayonnaise I had swallowed. Randy let me
crash back to the concrete floor, and I curled up in a ball, shivering in
agony.
I could
hear all of the stockers laughing and talking about my pathetic body. They were all talking about being at the
match tomorrow to watch me get my ass kicked.
I was sure they were going to beat on me some more. I begged them to let me go. I was surprised as they stuffed my jeans and
half shirt into the back of my underwear and opened the overhead door to let me
out. I stumbled wildly across the
parking lot wearing only my Nikes and stuffed underwear. I have no idea how many people saw me. I jumped into the car and drove home.
I took
a shower and went to bed, sleeping for nearly 15 hours. My roommate woke me to make sure I was not
late for my horror match. I decided to
wear my gear to the arena and not worry about losing my street clothes. I got to the arena about 2 hours before the
match. There was already a massive crowd. I was so dejected. I was going to get my ass handed to me, and
it seemed like the whole world wanted to see it.
I went
straight to my dressing room. There were
several water bottles there for me, along with a gift basket of Ding Dongs,
Twinkies, Moon Pies, fruit pies, and a box of jelly donuts. I thought about the names of each snack and
wondered if someone was trying to tell me something. Man, I was so stupid!
I
picked up the wrapped Twinkie, looked at the tan, very soft outer crust packed
with white cream inside, and then looked at my body in the full-length mirror. I shook my head and tossed the Twinkie back
into the basket but kept thinking about the names of the snacks as I drank one
of the water bottles. Yes, it was laced
with Viagra. I’m so stupid! I
mindlessly took a wrapped Twinkie and Ding Dong, laying them together on the
table to look like a penis and balls.
At that
moment, Chelsea walked into the dressing room. Chelsea laughed wildly at the Twinkie and
Ding Dong penis I had made on the table.
I wanted to melt into the floor. How
did I manage to humiliate myself like this? She unwrapped the Twinkie and
shoved it into my mouth. I quickly
chewed and swallowed as she opened another.
“How’s
the white cream feel running down your throat?” she asked as I flushed red.
Chelsea
shoved the second Twinkie into my mouth before I finished swallowing the first.
As I processed the second Twinkie, she opened the bottle of oil and started
rubbing it all over my body. She poured the oil all over my chest and rubbed it
in as it ran down my body.
My
Jelly Belly jiggled as she rubbed the oil in, and she giggled. I nearly spewed Twinkie all over her as my
penis started to harden inside my skimpy pink trunks. I managed to keep my mouth closed and swallow
the Twinkie, but my penis popped out of the top of my trunks. Chelsea laughed wildly and poured oil
over my exposed penis. She shoved a Ding
Dong into my mouth and turned me around to oil my back.
I
chewed and swallowed on the big Ding Dong as he rubbed oil all over my back and
poured oil down my butt crack. My bubble
butt jiggled wildly as the oil ran down my crack. Chelsea giggled at my butt jiggle. Then she used both hands to massage the oil
into my bubble butt. I moaned and
hardened even more. I was in so much
trouble. She turned me to face her and
shoved a big jelly donut into my mouth.
She had
trouble fitting it all into my mouth at once, even though she tried mightily. My big chipmunk cheeks were bulging seriously,
and I was overcome with humiliation. As
I tried to chew on the jelly donut, Chelsea applied some cream onto my big red
nipples. They began to tingle wildly and
swell and harden. Tears began to run
down my face as Chelsea made me look more pathetic.
I
wanted to squirt so bad. I had all this
sperm stored up in my fat balls because my roommate convinced me that if I
masturbated, it would make things worse.
I’m so stupid! Chelsea poured more oil into my trunks, making sure
the entire waistband was soaked with slippery oil. My trunks would be sagging so badly.
I had
managed to swallow the jelly donut, but Chelsea grabbed another and put it in
my mouth. I submissively opened my mouth
and let her shove it in. That so turned
her on, and more tears rolled down my face.
She rubbed my oily jelly belly as I ate the 2nd jelly donut. My jelly belly was now bulging with sloshy
surgery mush. She asked if I wanted
another jelly donut, and I shook my head wildly no.
She
laughed at how hard and fast I shook my head back and forth. “Are you sure?” she asked again, getting me
to shake my head back and forth wildly again and again. She laughed at me. She took some hair gel and spiked up my blond
hair to make me look even more like a little boy. I felt like a piece of meat being prepared
for display.
Then
the door opened, and one of the promoter's goons told me it was time to go to
the ring. I begged Chelsea to stall him
for a moment. I was desperate for time
to let my fat penis go down even a little.
There was no way it was fitting into my skimpy pink speedos like this,
and I did not want to walk down to the ring with my fat penis sticking up out
of my trunks.
Chelsea
smiled and told me no. “I’m going to
love watching you suffer and humiliate yourself out there. I can’t wait to watch you squirt sperm from
your big fat hard penis in front of all these people, and it will be all over
the world on the internet by the end of the day.”
The
fear and humiliation poured into me, and it made my hard-on worse. I was in so much trouble. She rubbed my soft jelly belly and walked out
of the room laughing. I was fighting to
hang on, begging my fat penis to soften a little bit. The guy at the door came into the room,
grabbed me, and forced me into the hall with my fat penis still on display. As we came to the doors to the arena, I
pushed the fat boy into my Speedos as best I could.
I
managed to wedge the upper shaft and fat head of my penis under the tiny strip
of cloth running from the pouch around my waist, but the material didn’t cover
it all, and you could see both sides of my cock head around the material. I peeked out the big double doors into the
arena. It was packed! They had
added chairs everywhere and even down the aisleways. The aisle I was about to go down was maybe 4
feet wide.
The
crowd was going to be able to reach out and play with me all the way to the
ring. There might be 8,000 packed in
there! My fat penis surged as the humiliation poured into me. It nearly freed itself from the speedo. Tears welled up in my eyes again. I was in so much trouble.
A
spotlight blazed at the door. I was about to come out, and everyone focused on
it. The fear poured down my little spine
and made my bubble butt quiver. The
doors opened, and the crowd roared as they saw me standing there with my
massive hard-on. I froze in fear and
total humiliation. My body jiggled in a humiliating
fashion. The big guy pushed me out the
door and——
The End
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