Stevie spotted Devin sitting on a bench in the yard with his crew. Several boys and girls.
Stevie gulped down, and sheepishly approached them, feeling overly self conscious as many of the boys had been present during his previous punishment.
"Uhhm... Devin can... can I talk to you?" He stammered as he approached
As their gazes turned to him everyone stopped talking for a brief moment of silence.
Then Devin broke it "I gotta admit! You got some balls coming here!"
"Soon you won't of course" Devin snickered and his goons began laughing while the girls giggled.
Their laughter was making Stevie more and more uncomfortable and what he was about to do even harder.
He took a deep breath. This was his only chance of survival.
He could not escape Devin and his crew forever.
At least by leaving himself to their mercy he hoped to buy some favor with them.
And so with that deep breath he kneeled in front of Devin, lowered his eyes even more and spoke as clearly as he could, though he couldn't completely stop the trembling in his voice.
"Devin I am really sorry! I didn't mean to disobey your orders. I... I simply forgot... I won't give you any trouble, I won't snitch. I only ask that you spare me.... That you spare my balls and that will never happen again. If you can't do that I beg of you at least go easy on them... Please"
And with that he spread his legs leaving himself open for the bigger boy, hoping that his vulnerability would help conjure some pity.
The giggles had turned to loud bursts of laughter louder and uncontrollable while both guys and girls kept taunting the poor boy.
Stevie's heart was beating fast, he could feel the blood in his temples, his cheeks were getting redder by the second burning with the humiliation he had subjected himself into. But that may was the only way to save his manhood.
Devin on the other hand, seemed quite pleased by Stevie's meeknes and subservience, and laid back in his bench like a king, while raising his foot, menacingly.
Stevie's heart stopped beating for a second, but Devin kept his foot hovering.
A devious smile on the edge of his lips...
"Hmmm..." Was he about to say something?
Whatever he would say would seal Stevie's fate.
He had no intention of fighting it, it would only make matters worse.
He had no intention of ever disobeying Devin again.
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