Old School Blazin'

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- by: ikkabod -

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The game currently contains the following content: M/F, M/M, Oral, Vaginal, Anal, Masturbation, Domination, Submission, Hypnosis, Subversion, Bullying, Rape, Drug use, Drug sales, Violence against Men, Violence against Women, Racism, Misogyny, Misandry, Homophobia and Insanity.

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__''Day: 1 - Monday''__ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/alarm1.jpg" height= "100" width="220" style="float:left;"/>//<big>CREEEK CREEEEK CREEEK</big>//-You slap your alarm clock hard and bolt upright on your bed. ''//Uggghhhh, that's the most annoying sound in the world.//'' It takes a few moments of staring at the wall (and contemplating a new alarm clock) before your eyes adjust and your head acclimates to consciousness. </body> Shambling to your feet, you somehow manage to navigate your way to the bathroom like a zombie. Maybe just by pure instinct, you're able to bullseye the toilet with your eyes closed and your head leaning against the wall. ''//Ahhhhhh, that's the best feeling in the world.//'' After a few minutes of constant urination, you open an eye almost in concern, as the stream finally dies off and you turn to the vanity. For a moment, you lock eyes with your doppelganger in the mirror, a strange but brief existential moment ensues. Before you stands a young man of European descent, about 5'8" tall, 145 lbs, with a light brown mop of hair reaching down to his chin and hazel green eyes. His body is slim and fit, kind of like a swimmer's build, but without much definition. You snap out of your trance and curl your arms up to the side in a bodybuilder pose, flexing your arms and chest. A cocky smile curls one side of your lip as you slowly nod your head in approval. Do you want to shower and brush your teeth? or go grunge and head to school early? [[Brush your teeth and shower]] [[Fuck it, just head for school]]

<<if $showerintro > 0>>\ You scrub yourself thoroughly in the shower and polish your teeth to a high gloss. Feeling refreshed, you throw on your baggy attire and head down to the kitchen for your breakfast of brown liquid. ''"Thanks mom..."'' You say to the money waiting for you on the counter before scooping it up and into your pocket. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> Jumping into your cutlass, it's not long before the engine is humming and the music is blaring. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. <<set $money = $money + 10>>\ <<print "Money +10">> <</if>>\ <<if $showerintro == 0>>\ You step into the shower under a spray of water that you set as hot as you can possibly withstand, and then you gradually raise the heat even further. You soap up and rinse yourself off methodically, then jump out of the shower and start to rhythmically work your toothbrush around the inside of your mouth. Walking briskly into your room, you throw the closet door open grabbing your Major Damage jeans, jungle camo bandana, black hoodie and Air Jordans. Quickly donning your incredibly baggy attire of choice, you wrap your bandana slightly covering your eyes, mexican gangster style. <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/camobandana.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/hoodie.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jeans.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jordans.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <<set $clothes = 1>> </center> Heading down to the kitchen, you find a ten dollar bill waiting for you on the counter. It only takes one minute to warm your mug of water in the microwave before scooping in sugar and instant coffee, stirring the contents as you make your way outside to your car. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> You drive a white, 1992 oldsmobile cutlass with factory rims. Getting into the driver's seat, you try not to notice (or care) that your car is a complete mess of papers, coke cans and fast food packaging. Starting the engine, your cassette player kicks on playing [["Regulate" by Warren G|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1plPyJdXKIY]]. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. <<set $showerintro = $showerintro + 1>> <<set $money = $money + 10>>\ <<print "Money +10">> <</if>>\ [[Head for the school|Monday : School Morning]]

<<set $high = $high +25>>\ <<set $money = $money +10>>\ Walking briskly into your room, you throw the closet door open grabbing your Major Damage jeans, jungle camo bandana, black hoodie and Air Jordans. Quickly donning your incredibly baggy attire of choice, you wrap your bandana slightly covering your eyes, mexican gangster style. <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/camobandana.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/hoodie.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jeans.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jordans.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <<set $clothes = 1>> </center> Heading down to the kitchen where you find a ten dollar bill waiting for you on the counter. It only takes one minute to warm your mug of water in the microwave before scooping in sugar and instant coffee, stirring the contents as you make your way outside to your car. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> You drive a white, 1992 oldsmobile cutlass with factory rims. Getting into the driver's seat, you try not to notice (or care) that your car is a complete mess of papers, coke cans and fast food packaging. Starting the engine, your cassette player kicks on playing [["Regulate" by Warren G|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1plPyJdXKIY]]. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. On your approach to the school, you spot a familiar car in the parking lot of the adjacent mini-mall. You turn down the music, creep up beside the driver, and pull into the empty space. ''"Break yo' self fool!"'' you bellow out. Your friend Sam jerks in his seat, spilling some weed out of the rolling paper he was raising to his lips. @@color:green;''"Fuuuuuck! You scared the shit outa me dog".''@@ ''"Hahaha, you're slippin' man... You're lucky though, you could be dead right now if it was someone else".'' @@color:green;''"Yeah, whateva, get in K"''@@ You shut down your ride, lock it up, and climb into Sam's passenger seat as he's twisting off the tip of the joint. He sparks up the (now slightly shortened) one-paper pinner and traps two long hauls inside his lungs as he passes it over without looking in your direction. You bring the cherry below your nose and savor the skunky aroma before taking a big hit off it yourself. <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/samsmoke.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ Sam begins to exhale a huge cloud of smoke until the torrent ends in a brief fit of coughing. You flash him a toothy grin and take your second draw, this time struggling to hold it in. The irritation to your lungs is too much and you quickly begin to exhale, choking halfway through and coughing with smoke still in your lungs. @@color:green;''"Hehehehehe"''@@ Sam's stoner laugh lazily rolls out of his mouth as he grips you by the back of the neck, gently rocking you side to side. Your lungs are burning and your mouth begins to produce an inordinate amount of saliva, signalling that you may puke up your morning coffee, but you spit it out the window and start taking short breaths of air. Sam grabs his air freshener from the rear-view mirror and sticks it into the car's vent, turning the heat up to high. This fills the car with the smell of pine needles, which is meant to mask the smell of weed on your clothes. He grabs a bottle of visine out of his glove compartment and begins dripping it into his eyes before passing it your way while blinking rapidly. ''"Nah, I'm good"'' You say, pointing to the bandana shading your eyes. A little trick you picked up in your first year of school, since teachers kept forcing you to take your hat off in class. @@color:green;''"Shit, we gotta get to school, man".''@@ ''"Aight, I'll see you there bruv, easy"'' You fist bump and climb into your own car heading for the first day of your second year in school. <<set $samintro = $samintro + 1>>\ <<print "Intoxication +25">> <<print "Money +10">> [[Head for the school|Monday : School Morning]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/schoolfront.jpg" width="600" height="400"></center> Approaching the four story piece of modern art that is your school, you reminisce about your first year. The daunting task of moving from your comfortable little elementary school to this five thousand student secondary school kept you tentative about overreaching in your efforts to be popular. You mostly stuck to the small group of friends you made fairly early on in the year. Even during school events and house parties, you preferred to blend in with the crowd rather than draw attention to yourself. The end result was a somewhat lackluster, but mostly benign, sense of acceptance from the various cliques and social orders in the school and surrounding haunts. The only real deficit you experienced was the failure to net yourself a hot little chickadee to keep you warm at night. Outside of the occassional make-out session (complete with heavy petting), you still haven't managed to get your proverbial cherry popped. Pulling around the back of the school, you note the large community center where you smoked many a fatty, and the low income housing co-operative beyond, where you smoked even fattiers... Parking your car in the students section, you make your way into the main atrium of the building. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/schoolatrium.jpg" width="600" height="400"></center> With only five minutes before class starts, you briefly observe the hustle and bustle of students scrambling to get their schedules and find their first class. It's quite a scene, filled with commotion, chatter and the sounds of metal lockers opening and slamming shut. It's almost like moving through a nightclub as you navigate your way to the front of the building, weaving around exuberant groups of kids and completing your first lap of the building. Getting to the main billboard, you manage to squeeze your way into the crowd to get a look at your first period, it's math class. ''//Oh yeah, math first thing in the morning everyday, greaaaat....//'' As you exhale in exasperation and wriggle back out of the herd, you spot some familiar faces. \ <<if $sam == 50>>\ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/sam1.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ You met [[Sam|Monday : School Morning : Sam]] early last year around a burning session and you quickly took to each other based on weed, taste in music, .... , yeah, mostly weed. He's west indian and incredibly vain about his appearance. Standing a few inches taller than you and a dozen or so pounds heavier, he fits well into his stylish clothing. At the moment he somewhat resembles a used car salesman as he chats up a small group of girls taken in by his posturing and bravado. </body> \ <</if>>\ <<if $ivan == 50>>\ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ivan1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ You and [[Ivan|Monday : School Morning : Ivan]] were in drama class together last year, and your shared love of monty python and roleplaying games quickly made you great friends. Originally from Russia, he's a bit shorter and skinnier than you, with a short, blonde haircut and pale blue eyes. There's nothing remarkable about his choice of dress, a simple pair of blue jeans and a dress shirt. He sits on the floor beside his open locker as he thumbs through what you recognize as his monster compendium. </body> \ <</if>>\ <<if $kate == 50>>\ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/kate1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Oh yes, [[Kate|Monday : School Morning : Kate]], she's been a lot of fun to be around all year. She doesn't have a slutty reputation, but she does party hard, and indulges in smoke and drink to a level that rivals any of the guys in your company. While a few inches shorter than you, you're about the same weight, but she has fat deposits in all the right places. She's a natural blonde, but she chooses to dye her shoulder-length hair black in order to pull off the leather jacket and stud nose ring that she sports proudly. Everyone knows she's blonde (her roots give it away), and she's often the butt of blonde jokes despite her attempts to mask it. </body> \ <</if>>\ <<if $jan == 50>>\ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jan1.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ [[Jan|Monday : School Morning : Jan]] is a classical Italian beauty, with dark eyes and short dark hair framing a delicate but slightly angular face. Her body is perfectly proportioned, as if she stepped right out of an oil painting from the renaissance. Most impressively, her waist is almost impossible, and her poise is beyond reproach. The words elegant, graceful and demure spring to mind... </body> \ <</if>>\ <<if $gary == 50>>\ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/gary1.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ A steady rap on the window outside draws your attention and you see your old friend [[Gary|Monday : School Morning : Gary]] who you grew up with. He's a year older than you but exactly the same height, fully clad in camouflage gear and army style boots. People always remark that you look alike (you don't see it). Although you're the same height, his stocky, barrel-chested physique puts him at about 200 lbs. His dark eyes, high and tight style buzz-cut and rounded off facial structure betray his latino heritage. Seeing that he's gotten your attention, he inclines his head signalling for you to join him outside. </body> \ <</if>>\

<<set $sam = $sam + 5>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ You strut up behind Sam, throwing your arm over his shoulders and slightly pulling him down to match your height. ''"Hey ladies!"'' You point to Sam and yourself interchangeably. ''"Couple of one-two cutie pies over here, huh?".'' Most of the girls begin to giggle, with only a few of them pulling an unimpressed face. Sam falters for half a second, before recovering well and beaming that charming smile of his. Just then, the bell sounds and the mess of bodies in the atrium come to life, scattering like roaches when the lights turn on. Sam claps you on the shoulder, @@color:green;''"I'm out dog, come see me at lunch about that thing"''@@ as he turns and heads for the north stairwell. You're going in the other direction, climbing the south steps and walking into your first class of the day. <<print "Masculinity +5">> <<print "Dominance +5">> [[Head for Class|Monday : First Period]]

<<set $int = $int +5>>\ <<set $ivan = $ivan +5>>\ You walk over and plonk yourself beside Ivan on the floor, noting that he's studying the stats of a displacer beast while copying something into his notebook before looking up to greet you. @@color:cyan;''"Kev! how's it going, man?"''@@ ''"Hey man! do you have math first period too?"'' @@color:cyan;''"Nope, I have gym class first thing in the morning... could it get any worse?"''@@ ''"Haha! wanna trade?"'' @@color:cyan;''"I wish... But check this out".''@@ He quickly shows you a method of easily multiplying two and three digit numbers in your head. @@color:cyan;''"So hey, you wanna test out the intro to this campaign I've been working on? We could run through it a bit at lunch."''@@ ''"Dunno man, we'll see how it goes... I might be //otherwise engaged//"'' You drawl out seductively. @@color:cyan;''"Hahahaha, ok, ok, well you know where to find me..."''@@ And so you do, Ivan spends most of his time under the stairwell reading or working on his roleplaying campaigns. As the bell sounds, Ivan slams his book shut, depositing it into his locker as you both stand and set course for your respective classes. <<print "Intelligence +5">> [[Head for Class|Monday : First Period]]

Throwing open the front doors, you spot Gary just as he turns the corner of the building assuming you will follow him. As you begin to track him around the corner, you recall some of your past with Gary while growing up and wonder if you might be making a mistake by following him. Gary was always the bad kid in school, he liked to bully you and some of your other friends. Most people avoided him like the plague, but you managed to befriend him by your shared enjoyment of video games and general sadism (mostly feigned from your end). One thing Gary was known for was his incredibly short fuse and propensity for violence. You were one of his only friends, and that kept him from directing his bullying toward you (for the most part) but you definitely wanted him by your side if a fight broke out. Being a full year older than you, he was kind of like the asshole older brother you never had, he would beat on you once in a while, but he hardened you in the process. The other thing Gary was infamous for was getting into trouble, and specifically, getting you into trouble. You round the corner and approach him as he stands with his back turned to you. ''"Sup man? Whatchu sayin?"''. You rattle off that colloquial greeting even though you know full well what he's doing here. He dropped out of school three months into his first year and often came to visit you at school to hang out. He slowly turns around to face you, brandishing an expertly fashioned blunt between his fingertips and smiling at you triumphantly. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Let's do this shit, son"''@@ He says, confident that his incredibly rare instance of treating you to a smoke should leave you with no option to refuse him. [[Fuck it, let's go|Monday : Skipping First Period]] [[Nah, I have to go to class|Monday : First Period]]

Kate turns in your direction as she sees you approaching her with a smile on your face. Although Kate is officially dating a musclebound Italian guy named Gino, you two have shared a few drunken moments slopping each other down in a closet over the past year. You love her looks, her style and her attitude... You're not too fond of being crippled for life by large, angry jocks though. \ <<if $high > 0>>\ @@color:pink;''"K!"''@@ She hugs you around your neck in a tight embrace, pulling you downward. @@color:pink;''"Ewww, you smell like a cab driver, well at least you're - wait!"''@@ She inclines her head below yours, quickly looking into each one of your eyes back and forth. @@color:pink;''"Bwahahaha, oh my god, you're high as shit aren't you!?".''@@ Your grin splits your head nearly in half ''"Guilty as charged".'' She smacks you in the shoulder. @@color:pink;''"Why didn't you come get me?? I should kick your ass for not thinking of me!".''@@ You cock one eyebrow, ''"Really? What you gonna do? Beat me black and blonde?".'' @@color:pink;''"HAHAHAHA!".''@@ She swats at you again, @@color:pink;''"Jerk!"''@@, before sulkingly folding her arms and deliberately looking away from you. ''"Awwwww sweeeeetie,"'' you taunt condescendingly. She peeks at you briefly before averting her gaze once more, this time tapping her foot on the ground. ''"Ok, ok, I owe you one"'' you negotiate. @@color:pink;''"YAY!"''@@ she cheers, turning her attention back to you and drawing nearer. ''"How am I supposed to know you're around though? You can't blame me if you're nowhere to be found".'' @@color:pink;''"Duhhh, maybe you should try making an appointment then,"''@@ She leans in to whisper in your ear seductively @@color:pink;''"I'll see if I can //fit you in//".''@@ She jerks back and gasps, opening her eyes and mouth wide in fake surprise, then covers her mouth to suppress a giggle. You're dumbstruck, staring at her, your mouth agape. It's a good thing your hoodie is XL, otherwise the tent in your pants might be large enough to cover the entire building. Just then, the bell sounds, causing Kate to prance off in satisfaction. @@color:pink;''"Byeeeee Kayyyyy!"''@@ She calls, looking over her shoulder as she's already walking away. ''//Goddammit! This bitch is crazy and she's gonna get me flattened by her gorilla of a boyfriend//''. You watch her plush ass attempting to escape out of her tight jeans as she walks further away. ''//Sheeeit, it just might be worth it//''. <<set $kate = $kate + 5>>\ <</if>> <<if $high == 0>>\ @@color:pink;''"K!".''@@ She hugs you around your neck in a tight embrace, pulling you downward. You return the hug, wrapping your arms around her waist but remaining conscious of where your hands end up (or rather, where they don't end up). She seems to sense your reluctance to fully embrace her publicly and gently moves back away. @@color:pink;''"I like your hair, it's so soft and poofy, hahaha"''@@ She teases, as she proceeds to ruffle your hair like a child. ''"Whoah, whoah! Don't mess with the do!"'' She rolls her eyes and motions that your mop of a haircut looks no different than before. @@color:pink;''"Don't worry, you still look all prim and proper"''@@ She mocks, miming as if she's feathering your hair for you. @@color:pink;''"God... You're so girly sometimes, ya know?".''@@ ''"Hehehe, alright don't worry about it, you're forgiven".'' You smile, ignoring her girly comment. ''"Listen I was thinking about that time when - "''. You're cut off as the bell rings and you glance up at the clock on the wall muttering a curse. @@color:pink;''"Bye K!"''@@ You turn back and she's already partially obscured by bodies, disappearing into the crowd and heading for class. ''//Shit... She's so hot, I wonder how long a broken bone takes to heal//'' <<set $kate = $kate - 5>>\ \ <</if>>\ [[Head for Class|Monday : First Period]]

You've never had a problem with Jan, mostly because you tiptoe around hoping not to get on her bad side. It's a good thing too, she's known to be a bit of a bitch, and kicked more than one guy in the nuts last year. If that's not enough, she can be an incredibly malicious gossip, people sometimes call her "Radio Jan" - never right to her face though. Jan is talking to some of the other girls, their mouths racing and heads bobbing to and fro. ''//hehehe, a chickenhead convention//''. Seeing your approach, the girls fall silent and turn their heads to stare at you appraisingly. Jan turns her whole body to face you, taking a strong pose with hands on hips, impatiently waiting for you to speak. <<if $high == 25>>\ <<set $jan = $jan - 5>>\ \ ''"Hey Jan! You're looking good today".'' You offer, as friendly and nonchalant as you can manage. @@color:crimson;''"Why's your hair all greasy and disgusting?"''@@ She questions, wrinkling her nose in disgust. ''"That's just how I roll, baby"'' You retort, smiling smugly with your arms outstretched to your sides. @@color:crimson;''"That's how you roll? You mean, you //ROLL// right out of bed and don't wash your filthy ass before going out in public?".''@@ The other girls eye each other in amusement waiting to hear what you say next. You give them a suffering look, hoping for some empathy, before stepping forward and taking Jan's delicate hand in yours. ''"Look Jan, I'm -".'' She cuts you off by sticking her hand right in front of your face. @@color:crimson;''"Your fucking breath stinks! Who's dick did you suck before you waddled over here shit-stains?".''@@ With that, the other girls erupt into a chorus of mocking laughter at your expense. Jan smirks at you as the bell tolls, spinning on her heels and strutting off imperiously with her little minions following in tow. ''//Well that could have gone better... pffft! fucking pompous bitch, I'd give you some dick-breath you'd never forget//''. Flushed red with both embarrassment and anger, you grind your teeth together as you stomp your way down the hall. <</if>>\ <<if $high == 0>>\ \ ''"Hey Jan! You're looking good today".'' You offer, as friendly and nonchalant as you can manage. @@color:crimson;''"Hi Kevin, thank you for the compliment, but are you suggesting that I only look good today and not other days?".''@@ The other girls give you a warning glare. ''"Hahaha, of course not Jan, you're a ten, you're always a ten".'' She's obviously skeptical about your motives, and knows that you're just telling her what she wants to hear, but she seems to enjoy the praise all the same. @@color:crimson;''"A ten huh? Is that a fact?".''@@ You take the initiative to step forward and take her delicate hand in yours ''"Look around Jan, if you can spot any other woman in the room who rivals your beauty, I'll cut her face off immediately!".'' You slowly incline a knee, going in for the kiss on the hand, just as the bell signals the start of first period. She pulls her hand from your loose grip and shoots you an approving smile, @@color:crimson;''"You're cute, see you later Kevin".''@@ You incline your head and perform a mild flourish of deference with your hand ''"My Lady...".'' The chickenheads follow behind Jan, squawking frantically, and occasionally throwing you a backward glance before clucking onward. ''//YES! Oh this is gonna be soooo easy...//''. You throw out a little three punch boxing combination when you think nobody is looking and then you head for class. <<set $jan = $jan + 5>>\ <</if>> [[Head for Class|Monday : First Period]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/math.jpg" width="599" height="280"></center> Your first day of Math class is pretty laid back, consisting mostly of introductions and a course overview. That said, it's still boring as hell and the teacher, Mr. Richards, has already mentioned that he has a masters degree three times.Peeking around covertly, you're quickly able to locate the hottest chick in the room. <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/amy1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ She's a gorgeous Asian girl, dressed very conservatively and wearing stylish, large-framed glasses. What is it about Asians? The delicate build? or just the contrast of very dark hair and eyes on incredibly pale skin? You don't know art, but you know what you like... You've definitely got that Asian fever. </body> Her name is Amy, and she seems to be incredibly smart as well as stunningly beautiful, no matter how hard she tries to hide it behind her glasses and cardigan. She looks up from her paper and she happens to look in your direction, catching your eye, finding that you were already looking at her. She raises her eyebrows and slightly rolls her eyes as she looks back down at her work. ''//Hmmm... Maybe I'm just not her type. Nah, I'm everyone's type//''. You look up at the clock and discover that only half the period time has elapsed, making you a little antsy. [[Pay attention in class|Monday : First Period - Pay attention in class]] [[Sneak out for a smoke|Monday : First Period - Sneak out for a smoke]]

<<set $high = $high + 25>>\ The two of you slide around the side of the building, avoiding open windows where you can, and it's smooth sailing once you hit the rear parking lot. Gary leads you into the co-op, but there's nobody around yet at this early hour so you continue on to the huge park at the back. Settling down on the bleachers of the baseball diamond, Gary sparks up the blunt after a quick scan of the area. About halfway down the blunt, the conversation sparks up too. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"So yo, you find any fly honeys for me to fuck yet? hehehe".''@@ ''"pffft... You? Nah son, not too many hot bitches into fat dudes these days". '' He gives you a warning glare, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"That's where you wrong skinny bitch, your girls Kate and Jan loved this fat dick".''@@ ''"Oh you fucked them both already, huh?"'' You lean in, overtly examining his mouth. ''"Looks like you still got all your teeth homie, your grill would be ALL fucked up after Gino was done with you."'' @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Man, fuck that mothafucka! I'd beat the brakes off that big dumb macaroni bender, then fuck his bitch right in front of him too"''@@ ''"Sure you would tough guy, SUUUUURE you would"'' You break out in a giggle before taking your last hit off the blunt which is basically a roach now. He grabs your shoulder and spins you around to face him, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Dog, look in my fucking eyes, do I look scared?".''@@ You know Gary well enough after all these years, and the half-lidded angry look in his eyes convinces you that he's truly not afraid of Gino, or anyone else for that matter. ''"I never said you were scared, man... I said he would fuck you up. Shit, you already forgot the beating I gave you last year? and I'm a buck fifty soaking wet".'' Gary grabs your collar, standing up, and bringing you up with him, shouting now. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Nah bitch, I must have forgot, maybe because of the thousand beatings I put on you and your little friends! With you CRYING LIKE A LITTLE BITCH FOR YOUR MOMMY!!".''@@ You push his hands off and sit back down, ''//This has gone too far...He's flying into a rage//''. ''"Chill dog, you need to get your fuckin mind right"'' @@color:cornflowerblue;''"I DON'T //NEED// TO DO SHIT, BITCH!!!"''@@ He shouts, pushing the side of your head with two fingers. This sets you off too, standing back up and pushing him as hard as you can, forcing him to take two steps backward. Gary scrunches up his face in anger and charges at you with his fists cocked. <<print "Intoxicated +25">> <<if $high == 50>> [[Try to fight back|Monday : Skipping First Period : submit to gary]] <</if>> <<if $high < 50>>\ [[Fight back|Monday : Skipping First Period : fight gary]] <</if>>

<<set $sub = $sub + 5>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<set $gary = $gary - 5>>\ You know that you can't go toe-to-toe with Gary and your only chance is to use your mobility and hope he gets fatigued enough for you to open-up on him. You stick your left in his face and try to slip his big right hand before getting back out of range, but you're a little too slow and he catches you near the crown of your skull. ''//Fuck, why did I smoke that spliff with Sam earlier? I'm too fucked up//''. You try and stay on your bicycle and play the matador but you're just a fraction of a second too slow. He connects to your body, he connects to your head, and now your legs start to feel rubbery as you continue to move backward. Here it comes, his signature right hand coming like a fastball from a major league pitcher. You know you're too slow to avoid it so you have to just cover up, placing both your arms to the sides of your head. The impact of the punch is mostly absorbed by your arms, but the sheer force of it (combined with your compromised balance) knocks you to the ground sideways. Gary wastes no time in jumping on you and scrambling into a position with his knees pinning down your shoulders. Not only are you unable to defend yourself now, but his weight is causing a lot of pain to your shoulder joints. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"What now bitch!?"''@@ He taunts, as he hits you across the face with a heavy slap. You're seeing stars, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"What!??"''@@ another smack, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"What! WHAT!!!"''@@ another and another. This reignites your anger, exploding with your hips and grunting with effort but he's still too heavy, ''"Fuck you!".'' This time, his hand closes around your throat, leaning all his weight on you. You try to bring your legs up and push him off, but you don't have the angle to do so. Maybe if you can get your hips twisted over, maybe if... you can get............''//Darkness//''. <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ktfo.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ @@color:lightsteelblue;''"You got knocked the FUCK OUT! hahahaha"''@@ Is the sound that wakes you from your slumber, and you see a skinny crackhead's face right in front of yours. You push him away and roll to one knee trying to get your bearings, then Gary speaks. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"He got choked out, not knocked out, dumbass".''@@ @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Same shit, this pussy was out cold! right my nigga? hahaha!"''@@ @@color:cornflowerblue;''"How about I knock YOU out cold?".''@@ This visibly stuck fear in the crackhead, causing the doting little sycophant to scamper away deeper into the park. You just know word of this will get out within hours... ''//fucking crackheads....//'' Getting up to your feet, you begin to slowly walk back in the direction of the school, your equilibrium still not fully restored. Gary falls into step beside you, putting his arm across your shoulders, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"You all good, my man?".''@@ You shrug his arm off and don't reply. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Yo, don't be like that K, you win some, you lose some".''@@ You walk a little quicker ignoring him completely. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"K! .... Kevin.... FUCK!".''@@ He grabs you by the shoulder, spinning you around, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Listen to me man! .... I'm sorry, ok? Why the fuck you gotta piss me off by running your mouth like that?".''@@ He's right, you know him well enough to be aware of what provokes him. At the same time though, he's wrong, he's oh, so, fucking wrong. Why should you always have to be cognisant of his anger when you have your own shit to worry about? Why should you have to manage his issues from the outside? @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Alright, look... Let's go over to Mickey's so I can grab my portion, maybe find you a tampon, then I'll hook you up with a link. Cool?".''@@ You give him a hollow stare, but allow yourself to be led toward Mickey's place. <<print "Submission +5">> <<print "Masculinity -5">> [[go see Mickey|Monday : Skipping Second Period]]

<<set $str = $str +5>>\ <<set $dom = $dom +5>>\ <<set $masc = $masc +5>>\ <<set $gary = $gary + 5>>\ You know that you can't go toe-to-toe with Gary and your only chance is to use your mobility and hope he gets fatigued enough for you to open-up on him. You stick your left in his face and slip his big right hand before getting back out of range. Every time Gary winds up for one of his telegraphed punches, you take a step backward, putting him out of range and off balance. Now you truly start to back-pedal, forcing Gary to sprint at you while trying to judge the distance and timing. <big>''//BAM!//''</big> You dart forward with a straight right hand when he leasts expects it, causing him to run headlong into a punch that catches him flush on the chin. It barely affects Gary though, as he continues to walk you down like the terminator, swinging for the fences with both hands. This goes on for some time, and you have much more stamina than Gary does, but you're also expending more energy with your constant mobility. At this point, you're both starting to tire, as Gary's patented bull rush causes him to trip and fall forward. You try and move away but he catches your legs and pulls you to the ground, now scrambling on top of you. He tries to pin your shoulders with his knees, but you get your arms free and on his hips to control the position. With this, Gary's hands find your throat and begin to squeeze. You grab one of his hands with both of yours and pry it off, catching two of his fingers in your mouth and bite down hard. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"You little FUCK!"''@@ Gary shouts in anger, as his other hand leaves your throat and grabs the side of your head, digging into the corner of your eye with his thumb. This makes you bite down even harder, as you echo each other in a primal cry. ''"GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!"'' @@color:cornflowerblue;''"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR!!!"''@@ @@color:lightsteelblue;''"YOOOOO!"''@@ Shouts a voice off to the side. You spot the crackhead quickly, but Gary has to slightly turn his head to see who it is. At that moment, you explode with your hips, turn your back to Gary and escape out the back door between his legs. Getting back to his feet rather sluggishly, Gary stands up huffing and puffing and giving you a sadistic smile. You snort in derision, then begin to walk back toward the school while brushing bits of grass and dirt off your clothes. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Daaaaayyuuummm, that was doooope! You guys know how to put on a show! hahahaha! I liked the part where-"''@@ @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Shut your cocksucker!"''@@ Gary orders, causing the crackhead to clam-up and slink off with his head looking at the ground. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Yo, K"''@@, You look at him over your shoulder expecting for round 2, he continues, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"I'm swinging by Mickey's to grab my portion, you down?".''@@ <<print "Strength +5">> <<print "Dominance +5">> <<print "Masculinity +5">> [[go see Mickey|Monday : Skipping Second Period]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/drama.jpg" width="581" height="280"></center> Walking through the throng of kids, you find your next class, it's drama. ''//Alright! I love drama, such a bird course...//'' As you begin to mingle with the other students, two girls catch your eye. <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/michelle.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ One is a little Italian princess with a big mouth. She's nothing like Jan though, she's very short and unrefined. Her name is Michelle, and she has the most annoying, screeching voice you've ever heard (It sounds a lot like your alarm clock). If that isn't bad enough, she's very loud and always trying desperately to be the center of attention. You make a conscious effort to avoid her at all costs, as everything about her repulses you. </body> <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonnie1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ The other one is a plucky, pigtailed redhead named Bonnie with a slightly chipped front tooth. You would think her a cheerleader the way she hops around gleefully, bouncing her ample bosom with every step and whooping with excitement as she interacts with the other students. There's nothing wrong with having a sunny disposition, even if she is a little bit dim witted. ''//She doesn't need a brain for what I have planned for her.//'' Besides, she's really cute, so you take the initiative to introduce yourself. </body> ''"Hey Bonnie, I'm K".'' @@color:orange;''"K? Hahaha that's so cool! Like "The Trial" by Franz Kafka??".''@@ She takes an authoritarian stance with hands on hips @@color:orange;''"You're under arrest Mr. K! But let's have some white coffee first...".''@@ Then busts out laughing, placing a hand on your arm to support herself. The touch gives you goosebumps as you're frozen in shock by her reference. ''//This chick isn't as dumb as she looks... She's adorable too, we might have winner here!//'' ''"You read Kafka?".'' @@color:orange;''"Sure! doesn't everyone? -giggle- But it's kinda boring sometimes, ya know?".''@@ ''"Hmmmm, yeah".'' You rattle off, rubbing the back of your neck just as she grabs your wrist with both arms and begins to drag you over to sit beside her. Through the rest of the lesson, she paws at you and squeals in delight as the teacher outlines the structure of the class for the year. The sound of her voice, her scent, the way she touches you, it has you rock hard in your jeans for almost the whole class. When the bell rings, she slaps your thigh hard, half her hand coming down on your cock. Seeming not to notice, she stands up and calls to you as she walks away @@color:orange;''"See you tomorrow K!".''@@ She twists her head to look back, raising a hand up beside her face and wiggling her fingers at you with a chipped-toothed smile @@color:orange;''"Byeeeeeeee -giggle-".''@@ It takes a minute for you to recover, realizing you had come dangerously close to jizzing in your pants right there. ''//Do girls have any idea about the effect they have on me? Are they doing it on purpose??//'' You sigh and stand up collecting your things to head out for lunch. [[Break for lunch|Monday : Lunch]]

<<if $gary > 50>>\ Traversing the twisting, narrow streets of the co-op can be somewhat confusing, so you make mental notes of several small landmarks on the way. Eventually you come to a door that looks remarkably similar to every other door you've passed, with the exception of some scrape marks near the deadbolt suggesting forced entry. Taking another quick look around, you reconsider, it's actually not as common as you initially thought. Gary pounds on the door as hard as he can for about thirty seconds before it's flung open. <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/mickey1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Mickey is several inches taller than you and Gary, with a shaved head and an overgrown goatee. He's wearing a stained wife-beater, and a pair of baggy cargo shorts. You would guess that he's Irish, with his brown hair, blue eyes, and lanky build. </body> @@color:gold;''"Who the FUCK is- ... G! HAAAWWW! wassup gangsta!?"''@@ He clasps hands with Gary, pulling him into a half embrace and slapping him on the back. You instantly detect the smell of weed and [["Who's the Man?" by House of Pain|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d2NZER0DCdI]] bumping in the room, which must be why Gary was knocking so hard. With that, Mickey turns his attention to eye you skeptically, @@color:gold;''"Who's your girlfriend?"''@@ You turn to look at Gary, ''"Really, man? Really??? This clown is the link?".'' Gary looks at you and Mickey both in irritation, then pushes the door fully open and shoves his way past Mickey into the building. You and Mickey keep eye contact as you follow in behind Gary, and hope you're not going to get arrested just for setting foot in this place. Sticking his head out the doorway, Mickey quickly looks left and right before slamming the door and bolting it shut. The room is a complete and utter pigsty, consisting of two ancient, duct-taped couches facing each other, and several stacks of milk crates serving as a coffee table. Other than that, the perimeter of the room is littered with empty bottles of booze and old fast food packaging. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"You got that thing?"''@@ Mickey lights up a three-paper joint and kicks back with his feet on the table, @@color:gold;''"What? Already? Have a seat boys, this buds on me! HAAWW HAAWW HAAWW"''@@ He bellows out with his obnoxious, donkey laugh. He pipes up again, having noticed the grass stains all over the both of you. @@color:gold;''"What happened to your clothes boys? wait.... I got it,"''@@ He inclines his head towards you and speaks a little softer @@color:gold;''"G tried to fuck you in the park didn't he?".''@@ You wrinkle your face up in disgust, snatching the joint out of his hand, ''"No, is that what you two usually do?".'' He looks angry with you at first, then erupts in annoying laughter @@color:gold;''"Well if you're not fuckin', you must be fightin', but I don't see you missing any teeth".''@@ ''"It was a draw...".'' @@color:gold;''"A draw? HAAWW! You and G fought to a draw? You must be slippin' G".''@@ Gary turns to face him as you pass him the joint. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Yeah, yeah, real cute... Can we skip the foreplay and get down to fucking already? Get my weed sack you fucking potato eater".''@@ Mickey looks at him blankly for a few seconds before you brashly interject, ''"Yeah, me too".'' He angrily turns his attention to you, seeming more offended by your comment than the racial slur made by Gary. With his voice dropping an octave, he points a bony finger at you menacingly, @@color:gold;''"Now you listen to me Sally, if you think for one fucking minute th-".''@@ @@color:cornflowerblue;''"I'll vouch for him"''@@ Interrupts Gary, drawing Mickey's attention back to him. For a moment it seems as if Mickey is going to fly off the handle on both of you, then his mouth opens wide in a laugh, @@color:gold;''"HAWWWWWWWW I'm just fucking with you boys!".''@@ ''"Yeah, just like your usual rendezvous in the park, huh?".'' He ignores your comment and flips the milk crate that his feet were resting on. It's full of individually packaged weed baggies, contained in larger ziplock bags. He pulls out 2 bags, throwing one to Gary and one to you. @@color:gold;''"Each bag is an ounce broken up into dime bags, they each weigh 1 gram-".''@@ <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/mickeyweed.jpg" width="500" height="300"></center> Gary stands up and starts walking out the door in the middle of the speech and you follow his lead. @@color:gold;''"AY! AY! Two bills by Monday, and that goes for both of you! Don't even think about trying to fuck me or-"''@@ @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Yeah, yeah, you'll get your money... See ya later //Mick//".''@@ Gary starts walking back to the park. ''//"Yo man, thanks for the link. I gotta get back to school though, I'll buck you later, cool?"//'' @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Yeah, laters".''@@ \ <<set $mickey = $mickey +5>>\ <<set $high = $high + 25>>\ <<set $weed = $weed + 28>>\ <<set $mickeydebt = 200>>\ <<print "Mickey Debt = 200">> <<print "Intoxication +25">> <<print "Weed +28">> <<elseif $gary < 50>> Traversing the twisting, narrow streets of the co-op can be somewhat confusing, so you make mental notes of several small landmarks on the way. Eventually you come to a door that looks remarkably similar to every other door you've passed, with the exception of some scrape marks near the deadbolt suggesting forced entry. Taking another quick look around, you reconsider, it's actually not as common as you initially thought. Gary pounds on the door as hard as he can for about 30 seconds before it's flung open. <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/mickey1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Mickey is several inches taller than you and Gary, with a shaved head and an overgrown goatee. He's wearing a stained wife-beater, and a pair of baggy cargo shorts. You would guess that he's Irish, with his brown hair, blue eyes, and lanky build. </body> @@color:gold;''"Who the FUCK is- ... G! HAAAWWW! wassup gangsta!?".''@@ He clasps hands with Gary, pulling him into a half embrace and slapping him on the back. You instantly detect the smell of weed and [["Who's the Man?" by House of Pain|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d2NZER0DCdI]] bumping in the room, which must be why Gary was knocking so hard. With that, Mickey turns his attention to eye you skeptically, @@color:gold;''"Who's your girlfriend?".''@@ You're not amused, but offer nothing in response but a sigh and an eyeroll. Gary looks at him in irritation, then pushes the door fully open and shoves his way past Mickey into the building. As you follow in behind Gary, Mickey slaps your ass and flashes you a yellow-toothed grin when you glare back at him. Sticking his head out the doorway, Mickey quickly looks left and right before slamming the door and bolting it shut. The room is a complete and utter pigsty, consisting of two ancient, duct-taped couches facing each other, and several stacks of milk crates serving as a coffee table. Other than that, the perimeter of the room is littered with empty bottles of booze and old fast food packaging. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"You got that thing?"''@@ Mickey lights up a three-paper joint and kicks back with his feet on the table, @@color:gold;''"What? Already? Have a seat, this buds on me! HAAWW HAAWW HAAWW".''@@ He bellows out with his obnoxious, donkey laugh. He pipes up again, having noticed the grass stains all over the both of you. @@color:gold;''"What happened to your clothes? wait.... I got it,"''@@ He moves to sit beside you, throwing his arm across your shoulders and speaking softly into your ear @@color:gold;''"He just fucked you in the park didn't he princess?".''@@ His stinking breath makes you turn your head away in disgust, ''"No"'' you mutter, looking to Gary for some kind of reprieve. Mickey sensually brings the joint up to your lips, @@color:gold;''"Shhh, wrap those pretty lips around this, baby".''@@ ''"Yo! what the fuck is your problem man?!".'' You say, knocking his arm off your shoulders and taking the joint from his hand. You quickly take your draws off the joint and are disgusted by the heavy taste of saliva, Mickey wet the end up really badly. Gary turns to face Mickey as you pass him the joint. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Can we skip the foreplay and get down to fucking already? Get my weed sack you fucking potato eater".''@@ Mickey looks at him blankly for a few seconds before you brashly interject, ''"Yeah, me too".'' He angrily turns his attention to you, seeming more offended by your comment than the racial slur made by Gary. With his voice dropping an octave, he points a bony finger at you menacingly, @@color:gold;''"Now you listen to me Sally, if you think for one fucking minute th-".''@@ @@color:cornflowerblue;''"I'll vouch for him"''@@ Interrupts Gary, drawing Mickey's attention back to him. For a moment it seems as if Mickey is going to fly off the handle on both of you, then his mouth opens wide in a laugh, @@color:gold;''"HAWWWWWWWW, no problem, no problem. I know your girlfriend is //good for it//. If you want it honey, you're gonna have to get it yourself, it's right here in my pocket".''@@ Tired of the games, you quickly shove your hand into his pocket and feel some kind of smooth object. It takes about two seconds for you to realise that you're running your hand along the length of his cock, which he slipped into a hole in his pocket. You flush bright red as you quickly yank your hand out of his pocket and onto your lap. @@color:gold;''"HAAWW HAWW HAWW!!!"''@@ @@color:cornflowerblue;''"YO DOG! Can I get my fucking HERRRB!? or fucking WHAAAT!?"''@@ Gary is fuming now, clearly having seen enough. Mickey flips over the milk crate that his feet were resting on. It's full of individually packaged weed baggies, contained in larger ziplock bags. He pulls out 2 bags, throwing one to Gary and one to you. @@color:gold;''"Each bag is an ounce broken up into dime bags, they each weigh 1 gram-".''@@ <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/mickeyweed.jpg" width="500" height="300"></center> Gary stands up and starts walking out the door in the middle of the speech and you follow his lead. Mickey guides you from behind with a hand on your lower back, which slips down to your right ass cheek, giving it a firm squeeze just as you cross the threshold. @@color:gold;''"AY! AY! Two bills by Monday, and that goes for both of you! Don't even think about trying to fuck me or-".''@@ @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Yeah, yeah, you'll get your money... See ya later //Mick//".''@@ Gary starts walking back to the park. ''"Yo man, I gotta get back to school, I'll buck you later, cool?"'' @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Yeah, laters".''@@ <<set $mickey = $mickey - 5>>\ <<set $high = $high + 25>>\ <<set $weed = $weed + 28>>\ <<set $mickeydebt = 200>>\ <<print "Mickey Debt = 200">> <<print "Intoxication +25">> <<print "Weed +28">> <</if>>\ [[go to class|Monday : Second Period]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/minimall.jpg" width="800" height="300"></center> Walking over to the mini-mall, you see students milling about, eating slices of pizza and yapping away. You quickly scan the crowd for possibilities <<if $money >= 5>>\ Go to the [[Pizza|Monday : Lunch : Pizza]] place. <</if>> <<if $sam == 55>>\ You remember that [[Sam|Monday : Lunch : Sam]] suggested you should go and see him at lunch. He didn't say why, but you can guess that it's to smoke another joint over by the community centre. <</if>>\ <<if $ivan == 55 && $roh == 0 && $jain == 0>>\ [[Ivan|Monday : Lunch : Ivan]] did mention that he would like you to check out his new campaign, and he's always holed up in that alcove under the stairs. <</if>>\ <<if $fats == 50>>\ Go see [[Fats|Monday : Lunch : Buy some weed from Fats]], the local drugdealer in the area. <</if>> [[Go to Class|Monday : Gym Class]]

<<set $int = $int + 5>>\ Ignoring Amy for the time being, you buckle down and focus on the lesson. Near the end of the period, your teacher decides to lighten the mood by playing some math puzzle type of games. You always learn best when the information is packaged in game form, so you manage to absorb some useful information from the lesson. <<print "Intelligence +5">> [[Go to your next class|Monday : Second Period]]

You get permission to use the bathroom, then sneak out to the smoking section and light up a cancer stick. Weed was your first love and you only started smoking cigarettes as a cheap alternative. Thought's of Amy's hot little mouth around your dick start to play in your mind. Suddenly you are grabbed from behind in a choke hold which knocks the cigarette out of your hand and pulls you backward. Sticking one of your hands into the choke and bearing down gives you a little room to breathe, and then you notice the sleeve of your assailant, it's camouflage. ''"Is this how you treat all the boys?".'' @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Ha-Ha".''@@ Mocks Gary, releasing his grip and shoving you away from behind. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"You're slippin dog!".''@@ ''"You fucked up my smoke man...".'' @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Awww poor baby, smokie fall down go boom? I guess you're gonna need something else to smoke huh?".''@@ Gary pulls out a blunt and starts walking in the direction of the co-op @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Let's go".''@@ [[Fuck it, let's go|Monday : Skipping First Period]] [[Nah, I'm good, I have to get back before they notice I'm gone|Monday : First Period - Pay attention in class]]

<<set $sam = $sam +5>>\ <<set $high = $high +25>>\ The walk to the community center is very short, just a few minutes from the minimall. The thick smell of chlorine fills your nostrils as you pass by the indoor pool and out the rear entrance to the smokers hangout. Sure enough, there's Sam, and he's in a heated argument with Alan, a guy he grew up with. <body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/alan.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Alan is east Indian, dark hair and eyes, and with a similar build to Sam. His one distinguishing feature is a huge set of lips, which made him the local beat-boxing champion, but also earned him the unenviable nickname "Congo". </body> You don't have time to understand what they're arguing about because it bursts into a wrestling match as soon as you clear the doorway. ''"Yo!"'' You say, hoping to get their attention, but you have no success, as they continue to grapple with each other. They manage to trip each other, their bodies now intertwined on the ground as they grunt with effort. You sigh heavily and decide to let them tire themselves out. It isn't long before Sam manages to get Alan's back and put him into a neck-crank. @@color:cyan;''"Yo! Chill-chill-chill"''@@ Begs Alan. Sam smiles, pushing down against Alan's head as he stands up (rubbing his face into the dirt a little bit). @@color:green;''"Sup K, enjoying the show?"''@@ ''"Oh yeah, real slick, it's not like you two idiots are getting into it every single day..."'' @@color:green;''"Haha, fuck you..."''@@ He smiles, as he retrieves a joint from his metal cigarette case. Alan stands up, rubbing the dirt from his eyes @@color:cyan;''"Fuckin bitch... You're lucky I fucked my knee up last week or I'd be stomping your bitch ass into the dirt".''@@ Sam gives him a sideways glance and punches him playfully in the shoulder, which Alan returns immediately at double the force. Not to be outdone, Sam turn to face him and they break out into a slapfight, which then evolves into an upper body grappling match. ''"YO! .... YOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"'' You yell, pushing both of them into the wall from the side. They stop to look at you for a second and you use the opening to grab the joint before it gets destroyed. ''"Here's an idea, I'll smoke this shit while you two continue to grope each other... cool?".'' As you light it up and take your draws, the skunky smell seems to have tamed the beast in them, as they wait eagerly for their turns. The three of you discuss rap music and girls at the school until the joint disappears. In the distance, you faintly hear the school bell ring and you all begin to head in that direction. <<print "Intoxication +25">> [[Go to class|Monday : Gym Class]]

You quickly make your way over to Ivan's alcove and find him, once again, engrossed in his monster compendium. Without a word, you plop yourself down beside him and catch a glimpse of a succubus before he jumps in surprise and slams the book shut. @@color:cyan;''"Oh, err.. Hey Kev"''@@ ''"Hehe, hey, so what's all this about a new campaign?"'' @@color:cyan;''"Oh yeah!"''@@ Ivan lights up pleasantly, then begins to shuffle though his backpack, withdrawing maps, figures, character sheets and dice. @@color:cyan;''"Ok, pick a character, and I'll control the other one as an NPC, but don't expect them to be too proactive as far as the quest goes..."''@@ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/roh1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ @@color:cyan;''"You can be''@@ [[Roh the Impaler|Roh the Impaler]]@@color:cyan;'', a massive half-orc barbarian with a penchant for strong drink and... well... impaling things".''@@ </body> <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jain1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ @@color:cyan;''"Or,''@@ [[Jain the light]]@@color:cyan;'', an elven cleric who's power derives from her piety and purity of heart."''@@ </body>

<body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/fats1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Everyone knows Fats, he goes to your school (when he feels like it) and he always has weed for sale. The nickname is well deserved, as he's a few inches taller than you, but weighs at least 300 pounds. He's kind of a rocker with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tight leather jacket that he always wears. </body> <<if $weed > 0>>\ Even though you already have a fat sack of weed, Fats always has a different flavour for you to try. And besides, the more links you have, the better off you are when things run dry. <</if>>\ \ You know his house in the co-op very well and it's not long before you're knocking on his door. No answer. This is typical of Fats, he's probably oversleeping as usual. Finding the door unlocked, you walk in and go up the stairs towards Fats' room. Slowly cracking the door open, hoping not to wake him if you can help it, you see something you weren't expecting. <<if $dom > 0>>\ You see Fats laying on his back with headphones on and jerking on his average length, girthy dick. Sighing, you slowly walk into Fats' field of view and raise your arms to the side, questioningly. This causes Fats to pull the blanket over himself and throw off his headphones all in one motion. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"What the fuck K!? Can I get some privacy over here, guy?".''@@ ''"Oh, my bad... I didn't know you were training in here and wrestling the bald-headed champ".'' @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Fuck off..".''@@ He puffs, quickly donning his ripped jeans and throwing on a black T-shirt. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Alright guy, what's so fucking important that you have to wake me up early in the morning".''@@ You stare at him blankly ''"It's noon Fats...".'' @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Noon!? Fuck! Look, I got shit to do guy, whatchu need?".''@@ ''"Gimme a ten-piece, yo".'' Fat's reaches into his pocket and flings a small baggie you, which you dodge in disgust, watching it hit the floor. ''"YO MAN! You better wash your fuckin hands before your dick fingers hand me anything, dog... The fuck is wrong with you?".'' @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Yeah, yeah... I'll be right out, Mr. sensitive".''@@ You take a seat on one of the chairs in the kitchen and have a look around the house. It's a very well kempt place, if a little quaint with regard to the colours and style of furniture. There are many pictures on the walls, one of Fats' younger sister Barb, and you think she must be adopted. She has the same hair and eye colour as Fats, but she's incredibly slender and pretty. She goes to the Catholic school down the street which is why you rarely see her. You're woken from your trance by a baggie sliding across the counter. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Don't get any thoughts about my sister, guy... I'll have to jack you up like the last fool who tried to fuck around".''@@ ''"You jacked him up? Sure you didn't jack him off?".'' This flushes Fats' face in what you guess is both anger and embarrassment. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"That's not funny... Don't tell anyone about that shit, guy..".''@@ ''"Haha, don't worry my man, we're good".'' You say, slapping a ten dollar bill on the table and grabbing your weed before heading down the stairs and out the door. <<set $money = $money -10>>\ <<set $weed = $weed +1>>\ <<set $fats = $fats +5>> <<print "Money -10">> <<print "Weed +1">> <<elseif $dom == 0>>\ <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/fatsjerk.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ You see Fats laying on his back with headphones on, but as your eyes scan further down his body, you can see his dick in his hand. You freeze on the spot examining his average length, girthy cock as he slowls strokes it up and down. The bulbous head looks like a gladiator's helmet, flaring outward as it becomes engorged with blood from his methodical milking. The shaft is so fat and veiny that he can barely get his hand around it, and his heavy balls begin to jostle around as he increases the pace. With a gutteral grunt, Fats thrusts his hips into the air as a big glob of cum arcs into the air landing on his belly. Several more thick ropes of cum end up on his stomach, causing your dick to unwillingly throb with excitement. You eyes move back up to Fats' face, only to find him looking right in your eyes, having noticed that both the door and your mouth are hanging open. You quickly shut your jaw and the door, in that order, and slink off to the kitchen. You take a seat on one of the chairs in the kitchen and have a look around the house. It's a very well kempt place, if a little quaint with regard to the colours and style of furniture. There are many pictures on the walls, one of Fats' younger sister Barb, and you think she must be adopted. She has the same hair and eye colour as Fats, but she's incredibly slender and pretty. She goes to the Catholic school down the street which is why you rarely see her. You're woken from your trance by Fats standing directly behind you @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Sup?".''@@ He says, now sporting nothing but a pair of bulging boxer shorts and leering at you knowingly. ''"Uhhh, ummm, can I get a ten-piece Fats?".'' You mewl out, spinning around in your seat to face him warily. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Let's see the money".''@@ He fires back, as you avert your eyes and quickly start to dig in your pocket. Your attention is broken as Fats take a hold of your chin, raising your face to look up into his eyes. You can smell the semen residue still on his hand as he bends in closely to speak very slowly and deliberately @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"You didn't see anything in there, now did you?".''@@ The look of fear in your eyes and the rapid shaking of your head convinces him, as he lets go of your chin and gently slaps your cheek, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Good boy".''@@ You stand up, placing your money on the table, and Fats pushes a slightly sticky baggie into your palm. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Now fuck off, I got shit to do, guy".''@@ Without a word, you're quickly going down the stairs and out the front door while scrubbing at your face with the sleeve of your sweater. <<set $money = $money -10>>\ <<set $weed = $weed +1>>\ <<set $fats = $fats -5>> <<print "Money -10">> <<print "Weed +1">> <</if>> [[Go to Class|Monday : Gym Class]]

Jumping into your car, you head out to the mall hoping to turn a profit.''//Let's get this money!//'' You make your rounds through the mall looking for known potheads and keep an ear open for anyone talking about weed. <<if $sub < 10>>\ It doesn't take long for you to spot a few groups of guys who you recognize. A quick whisper in the ear is all it takes, and you soon find yourself conducting a small-time drug deal. ''//Three doubles and a single... Not a bad day's work.//'' You muse, counting your money in the car before calling it a night. <<set $money = $money +70>>\ <<set $weed = $weed -7>> <<print "Money +70">> <<print "Weed -7">> [[Go to sleep|Monday : Night : Sleep]] <</if>>\ <<if $sub == 10 or $sub == 15>>\ You're flagged down by a few kids who want to examine the baggies in the bathroom before making their purchase. Three of the kids chat you up while the last one takes eight bags into the stall. A few minutes later, he comes out of the stall and announces that he only wants two of the gram baggies. He pushes a twenty into your hand along with the other 6 bags before walking out of the bathroom with his buddies in tow. ''//Ah well, twenty dollars richer, I guess//'' You think to yourself as you begin to add the remaining bags back to your stash. Initially, all the bags appeared equal on sight, but when compared to the baggies in the stash, these ones look slightly lighter. It quickly dawns on you that the bags were pinched by this kid, siphoning off a little bit from every bag and making them all seem equal. You estimate that you've lost about two grams in the exchange. You rush out of the bathroom to find the perpetrators, but they're lost in the throng people. You sigh heavily and decide to pack it in for the night and head for home. <<set $money = $money +20>>\ <<set $weed = $weed -4>> <<print "Money +20">> <<print "Weed -4">> [[Go to sleep|Monday : Night : Sleep]] <</if>>\ \ <<if $sub == 20 or $sub == 25>>\ One of the older kids notices your soliciting and motions his head for you to follow him into the bathroom. He's much bigger than you and he seems very determined, you don't have much choice but to comply. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Yo, gimme a twin , son".''@@ The two bags come out of your pocket and into his hand a little faster than they should have. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Respect..."''@@ He mumbles, as he turns around and starts walking out the door. ''"Yo dog, I'm gonna need that twenty..."'' You say to his back, as he ignores you and opens the door walking out of the bathroom. Anger begins to build up within you, eager to do something in reprisal against this asshole. You walk out of the bathroom and see him approaching his group of friends. He slaps hands with one of his buddies (palm-to-palm), and says something to him. The other guy looks surprised at first, then looks over at you and busts out laughing. Someone's shoulder collides with yours, sending you twisting to the groud. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Move bitch!"''@@ Scolds a guy trying to get into the bathroom. You flush in embarrassment, quickly getting back to your feet as some kids laugh at you. You begin thinking of excuses in your head to justify why you should just let this go. //''Fucking asshole, he's lucky I'm holding weight right now or I would fuck him up... There's too many people around, I'm not going to jail for 20 bucks''//. There's no way anyone else will buy from you tonight, so you decide to pack it in for the night and head for home. <<set $weed = $weed - 2>> <<print "Weed -2">> [[Go to sleep|Monday : Night : Sleep]] <</if>>\ <<if $sub == 30 or $sub == 35 and $mallsecurity == 0>>\ You're not having much luck tonight, it seems like everyone already bought weed to get ready for the weekend. Even though you're trying to sell drugs, the constant rejection leaves you a bit flustered. Walking to the bathroom, you splash some water on your face trying to calm down, then you hear the lock on the door click loudly. [[Next| Monday : Night : Mall Security]] <</if>>

Without giving it much thought, you snatch the Barbarian character sheet. Quickly skimming over the stats and equipment, you're quite satisfied with the character you chose, he's a badass. The picture shows a huge green-skinned Half-orc wielding a large axe. His tight grip on the weapon forces ropes of muscle to bulge out of his already ridiculous bodybuilder physique. Ivan is checking over the other character sheet, seemingly making sure that everything is correct. He begins to explain some of the rules and limitations he's put on this campaign before relating the background and introduction of the quest. @@color:cyan;''"Ok, the local Baron has heard complaints from one of his small hamlets. Some of the animals began to disappear without a trace, and now there is report of a young girl having gone missing. You and Jain have been chosen to discover the root of this problem and put a stop to it... Oh, and they're behind on their taxes, so collect the money before you come back."''@@ ''"That sounds like the start to every single campaign I've ever heard..."'' @@color:cyan;''"Come on Kev, gimme a break, it get's better, ok? sheesh."''@@ ''"Alright, well, I'm not going on any adventure without some booze in my belly! Come on Jain, let's get you sauced up"'' You husk out with a grin. @@color:cyan;''"ohhh nooo"''@@ Says Ivan in a feminine voice @@color:cyan;''"I don't think it would be proper for a lady of the light to imbibe alcohol"''@@ Just then, a figure steps out in front of you in the alcove. You recognize him as Will, a heavily muscled jock who likes to pick on smaller kids. @@color:slateblue;''"What the fuck are you two fags doing down here? Making out? HAHAHAHA!"''@@ Neither of you move, or deign to answer this meathead. He continues, @@color:slateblue;''"I thought I heard a chick, which one of you has a pussy? I want to fuck!".''@@ Will whips the character sheet out of your hand and gives the picture a glance before laughing and letting it fall to the floor. @@color:slateblue;''"Dungeons and Dragons? Wow, you guys really are nerds"''@@ He jeers, before grabbing Ivan's character sheet and seeing the beautiful elf girl in the picture. @@color:slateblue;''"Fuck yeah! This is you, huh?"''@@ When he doesn't get an answer, he pushes the page against Ivan's face with the picture outward and grabs his ankles. Probably out of sheer terror, Ivan goes completely limp and doesn't resist the bully. Will lifts his lower body into the air by his ankles, bringing him up to crotch level and pushes his pelvis against Ivan. He begins to thrust against Ivan's ass with a slow but firm rhythm. @@color:slateblue;''"Oh fuck, you would fit me just fine, Ahhhhhh... Moan for me baby".''@@ Ivan doesn't show any kind of reaction and gives no response. @@color:slateblue;''"I said MOAN BITCH!"''@@ Bellows Will, as he starts hammering at Ivan as hard as he can. Ivan cries out in pain, but his howl is intermittent because of the impacts to his body @@color:cyan;''"AHHHH-AH-AH-AH-AH"''@@ This seems to satisfy Will, as he pushes as hard as he can against Ivan and pretends to have an orgasm @@color:slateblue;''"YEAAAHHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHHH"''@@ With this, he drops Ivan to the ground and turns to blow you a kiss before walking off like nothing happened. You seem to spring back to reality at this point and wonder why you didn't do anything to intervene. ''//Oh yeah... He would have broken me in half with his pinky finger//''. Ivan still hasn't moved or said a word, so you peel the paper off his face and see that he's just looking at the ground sullenly. ''"Come on man, don't sweat it too much, Will could do that to anyone he wants".'' No reply. ''"He a roided up meathead bully! By the time you're a billionaire executive, he's gonna have a beer belly and pumping your gas for you".'' This seems to improve Ivan's move slightly, and he get's back up to a sitting position and begins collecting his figurines that were knocked over. ''"That's it buddy, I mean, the guy's a fucking asshole!".'' Ivan raises a hand cutting you off, @@color:cyan;''"Please... Don't use the words "fucking" and "asshole" in the same sentence ever again..."''@@ You bust out laughing and clap him on the shoulder just as the bell rings. Getting to your feet, you help Ivan collect the gaming gear, then you take Ivan's hand and help him up too. ''"I gotta go man, don't let that shit bother you"'' you say as you get ready to find your next class. @@color:cyan;''"Kev!"''@@ You turn to look at him and he smiles at you warmly, @@color:cyan;''"Thanks".''@@ You smile and walk out of the alcove. <<set $roh = $roh + 1>> [[Go to Class|Monday : Gym Class]]

Looking at the two character sheets, you would normally just go with the fighter class, but the picture of Jain is absolutely beautiful. The hand holding Roh drops to your side as you examine the stunning cleric girl, which Ivan accepts as your decision, taking the other character sheet out of your hand. Ivan is checking over the other character sheet, seemingly making sure that everything is correct. He begins to explain some of the rules and limitations he's put on this campaign before relating the background and introduction of the quest. @@color:cyan;''"Ok, the local Baron has heard complaints from one of his small hamlets. Some of the animals began to disappear without a trace, and now there is report of a young girl having gone missing. You and Roh have been chosen to discover the root of this problem and put a stop to it... Oh, and they're behind on their taxes, so collect the money before you come back."''@@ ''"That sounds like the start to every single campaign I've ever heard..."'' @@color:cyan;''"Come on Kev, gimme a break, it get's better, ok? sheesh."''@@ @@color:cyan;''"Alright, well, I'm not going on any adventure without some booze in my belly! Come on Jain, let's get you sauced up"''@@ Ivan husks out with a grin. ''"ohhh nooo"'' You say in a feminine voice ''"I don't think it would be proper for a lady of the light to imbibe alcohol"'' Just then, a figure steps out in front of you in the alcove. You recognize him as Will, a heavily muscled jock who likes to pick on smaller kids. @@color:slateblue;''"What the fuck are you two fags doing down here? Making out? HAHAHAHA!"''@@ Neither of you move, or deign to answer this meathead. He continues, @@color:slateblue;''"I thought I heard a chick, which one of you has a pussy? I want to fuck!".''@@ Will whips the character sheet out of Ivan's hand and gives the picture a glance before laughing and letting it fall to the floor. @@color:slateblue;''"Dungeons and Dragons? Wow, you guys really are nerds"''@@ He jeers, before grabbing your character sheet and seeing the beautiful elf girl in the picture. @@color:slateblue;''"Fuck yeah! This is you, huh?"''@@ When he doesn't get an answer, he pushes the page against your face with the picture outward and grabs your ankles. Probably out of sheer terror, you go completely limp and don't resist the bully. Will lifts your lower body into the air by your ankles, bringing you up to crotch level and pushes his pelvis against you. The long, hard shaft pressed between your asscheeks betrays that he's excited, not to mention HUGE. He begins to thrust against your ass with a slow but firm rhythm. @@color:slateblue;''"Oh fuck, you would fit me just fine, Ahhhhhh... Moan for me baby".''@@ You hesitate to respond, your head swimming as the stimulation begins to force some blood into your dick. @@color:slateblue;''"I said MOAN BITCH!"''@@ Bellows Will, as he starts hammering at you as hard as he can. You cry out in pain, but your howl is intermittent because of the impacts to your body ''"AHHHH-AH-AH-AH-AH"'' This seems to satisfy Will, as he pushes as hard as he can against your ass and pretends to have an orgasm @@color:slateblue;''"YEAAAHHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHHH"''@@ With this, he drops you to the ground and turns to blow Ivan a kiss before walking off like nothing happened. You lay there stunned, the arousal you felt from being humiliated by Will came as a huge surprise, as you're now at full mast. The paper, stuck to your face by sweat, hides the red flush in your cheeks as your mind drifts back to the sensation of his big cock against your ass. You are engulfed by feelings of inadequacy that have you nearly on the brink of tears. You still haven't moved or said a word, so Ivan peels the paper off your face, only to find that you're looking at the ground sullenly. @@color:cyan;''"Come on man, don't sweat it too much, Will could do that to anyone he wants".''@@ You don't reply. @@color:cyan;''"He's a roided up meathead bully! By the time you're a billionaire executive, he's gonna have a beer belly and pumping your gas for you".''@@ This seems to improve your mood slightly, and you begin to help Ivan collect his figurines that were knocked over. @@color:cyan;''"That's it buddy, I mean, the guy's a fucking asshole!".''@@ You raise a hand cutting him off, ''"Please... Don't use the words "fucking" and "asshole" in the same sentence ever again..."'' He bust out laughing and claps you on the shoulder just as the bell rings. Getting to his feet, Ivan collects the gaming gear, then he takes your hand and helps you up too. @@color:cyan;''"I gotta go man, don't let that shit bother you"''@@ He says, as he gets ready for his next class. ''"Ivan!"'' He turns to look at you and you smile at him warmly, ''"Thanks".'' He smiles back and walks out of the alcove. <<set $jain = $jain + 1>>\ <<set $masc = $masc -5>>\ <<set $sub = $sub +5>> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <<print "Submission +5">> [[Go to Class|Monday : Gym Class]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/gym.jpg" width="580" height="278"></center> Gym isn't exactly your favorite class, especially when you're all burnt out from smoking all day. You only have two real options, playing basketball or working out in the weight room. Since everyone on the basketball team is over 6'5", you've never even bothered trying to compete, and won't start now. The comfort and simplicity of the weight room is your exercise of choice, mostly sitting on the leg press machine and occasionally raising the weights. Running a little late to class, you find the change room completely empty, so you quickly change into your school issued tiny blue gym shorts and rush out hoping nobody notices your tardiness. You pass by the basketball court, seeing guys doing suicides before they begin running drills, as you open the door to the weight room and head inside. Various machines line the walls of the room, as well as racks full of free weights and mats designed for calisthenics. After jacking off the leg press machine for a while, you notice that the bench press becomes available and decide to give it a shot (out of boredom more than anything). Counting up the weight on the bar, you determine it to be about 100 pounds, which you find reasonable enough to try and lift. You straddle the bench and lay back with the bar just above your chest. Wrapping your fingers around the bar, you wring your grip back and forth looking for secure purchase on the metal. Mustering all your focus and concentration, you prepare to exert all your energy into one upward motion, when something interrupts you. A large hand comes down in the middle of the bar before you begin to push, and a large figure looms into view behind your head. It speaks... <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/will1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ </body>\ <<if $jain == 1 and $will == 50>>\ \ @@color:slateblue;''"Hey Jane! You trying to turn into Tarzan? HAHAHAHA!".''@@ Booms an all too familiar voice. It's that asshole jock Will who mock-raped you earlier. Your annoyance at his bullying causes you to tilt your head back to look at him, intent on giving him a piece of your mind. When you look up at him, you find that he's wearing very baggy basketball shorts instead of the required uniform. Your gaze is drawn up his shorts, spotting two mammoth, hairy globes that dangle down over your face, dwarfed only by the tip of his big, flaccid dick. Realizing your mistake, you meet his eyes and give him a morose look as he smirks down at you dominantly. One moment of weakness was all it took for Will to lift the weight and drop it on you, aiming for your chest. This catches you by surprise, and it takes everything you've got to slow the weight's rate of descent enough that it doesn't break your ribs when it collides with your sternum. A huff of air is forced out of your lungs, but you recover quickly, forcing the weight back upward with determination. It's a futile effort however, as Will pushes against the bar when you get it about halfway up, forcing you to strain against the weight, gravity, and this monster all at the same time. It only takes a few seconds for you to slowly lower the bar back onto your chest in order to take some of the pressure off your arms. @@color:slateblue;''"Oops, it looks like you need some rescuing Jane, hehehe".''@@ He chuckles, as he squats down to pull the bar off your chest - or so you thought. Your head disappears into the leg of his shorts and you feel the tip of his dick leave a wet trail over your lips and down your chin before his heavy balls come to rest right on your face. <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/willballs.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ Struggling briefly and turning your head to the side, your failing breath leaves you with little choice other than to focus on the sensation of his hairy, sweaty balls tickling the side of your face. The musky smell that's overpowering your senses distracts you from the fact that you're only a few seconds from unconsciousness. You squirm when you feel the shaft of his huge cock twitch as it rests on your lips and chin. Your dick begins to fill with blood as you think back to how hard he was thrusting against your ass earlier. Suddenly, the bar lifts from your chest and you take a huge breath, followed by a fit of coughing and wheezing which draws some eyes in your direction. Sitting up to get your bearings, you find that Will is nowhere to be found and the rest of the students file out of the room as the bell sounds. Inadvertently, you licks your lips, instantly reminded of the cock on your lips as you taste Will's salty precum. Wiping your chin quickly, you glumly walk to the change room. <<set $will = $will - 5>>\ <<set $masc = $masc -5>>\ <<set $sub = $sub +5>>\ <<set $str = $str -5>> <<print "Strength -5">> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <<print "Submission +5">> [[Go get changed|Monday : Change Room]] <</if>>\ <<if $jain == 0>>\ @@color:slateblue;''"Hey! You didn't even warm up, you better let me spot you before you get hurt".''@@ Booms an all too familiar voice. It's that asshole jock Will who likes to pick on nerds and smaller kids in the school. You're not sure if you should trust him or not, do you accept his offer to spot you? [[Yes, it's safer that way|Monday : Spotter yes]] [[No, you don't need a spotter|Monday : Spotter no]] <</if>>

The change room has a fairly basic layout, benches along the perimeter of the walls, a bank of sinks and urinals, and a half dozen individual shower stalls. The other guys are in various states of undress, but you concentrate on yourself, looking downward at the floor while you get changed. Pulling on your second shoe and standing up to go about your day, a cry causes your head to turn. You see Will picking up one of the skinniest kids in the class, throwing him over his shoulder like a sack of grain and walking toward the shower stalls. The boy kicks and screams to no avail, all to the sound of hooting and hollering from the other boys. ''//He's not gonna rape this kid, is he??//'' You wonder in shock. Looking down the hall, you see Will strip the, now surrendered, kid butt naked and push him into one of the shower stalls. He doesn't appear to go any further than standard bullying at this point, but he blows you little kiss when he notices you watching him. You look away quickly, determined to get the hell out of here and hope that never happens to you. [[Get ready to leave school|Monday : After School]]

Your curiosity causes you to tilt your head back to look at him, accepting his offer of help. When you look up at him, you find that he's wearing very baggy basketball shorts instead of the required uniform. Your gaze is drawn up his shorts, spotting two mammoth, hairy globes that dangle down over your face, dwarfed only by the tip of his big, flaccid dick. Realizing your mistake, you meet his eyes and give him a morose look as he smirks down at you dominantly. One moment of weakness was all it took for Will to lift the weight and drop it on you, aiming for your chest. This catches you by surprise, and it takes everything you've got to slow the weight's rate of descent enough that it doesn't break your ribs when it collides with your sternum. A huff of air is forced out of your lungs, but you recover quickly, forcing the weight back upward with determination. It's a futile effort however, as Will pushes against the bar when you get it about halfway up, forcing you to strain against the weight, gravity, and this monster all at the same time. After only a few seconds, you slowly lower the bar back onto your chest in order to take some of the pressure off your arms. @@color:slateblue;''"Oops, it looks like you really do need me here, hehehe".''@@ He chuckles, as he squats down to pull the bar off your chest - or so you thought. Your head disappears into the leg of his shorts and you feel the tip of his dick leave a wet trail over your lips and down your chin before his heavy balls come to rest right on your face. <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/willballs.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ Struggling briefly and turning your head to the side, your failing breath leaves you with little choice other than to focus on the sensation of his hairy, sweaty balls tickling the side of your face. The musky smell that's overpowering your senses distracts you from the fact that you're only a few seconds from unconsciousness. You squirm when you feel the shaft of his huge cock twitch as it rests on your lips and chin. Suddenly, the bar lifts from your chest and you intake a huge breath, followed by a fit of coughing and wheezing which draws some eyes in your direction. Sitting up to get your bearings, you find that Will is nowhere to be found and the rest of the students file out of the room as the bell sounds. You inadvertently lick your lips, instantly reminded of Will's cock as you taste his salty precum. Wiping your chin quickly, you glumly walk to the change room. <<set $will = $will - 5>>\ <<set $masc = $masc -5>>\ <<set $sub = $sub +5>>\ <<set $str = $str -5>> <<print "Strength -5">> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <<print "Submission +5">> [[Go get changed|Monday : Change Room]]

Your curiosity causes you to tilt your head back to look at him, refusing his offer of help. When you look up at him, you find that he's wearing very baggy basketball shorts instead of the required uniform. Your gaze is drawn up his shorts, only to find that he's totally naked underneath and is trying to straddle your face with his package. ''"YO! The fuck you doin', man!?".'' You blurt out as you shimmy your way off the bench and up to your feet, turning to face Will with your fists clenched. This reaction causes many of your classmates to give you knowing looks, possibly having found themselves in a similar situation with Will. @@color:slateblue;''"Hahaha, calm down, kid... If you want guns like these".''@@ Says Will, as he flexes his large arms at you, @@color:slateblue;''"You're gonna need to learn //"Big Willy"// style".''@@ He laughs, switching a few poses and adjusting his junk with his free hand (which tends to linger a little too long). Rage boils up inside you, but your brain overrides your emotions, insisting that you not get killed just for an off-colour comment by a dumb meathead. Instead, you abruptly flop yourself back down on the bench, rebelliously pumping the bar up and down to work out your aggression. Will seems not to notice, as he wanders off looking for easier prey. He doesn't manage to accost anyone else though, as the bell sounds and you all head for the change room. <<set $will = $will + 5>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<set $str = $str +5>> <<print "Strength +5">> <<print "Masculinity + 5">> <<print "Dominance + 5">> [[Go get changed|Monday : Change Room]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/locker.jpg" width="800" height="300"></center> Swinging by your locker, you take out your bag and start heading for the rear entrance to find your car. <<if $kate == 55 or $kate == 45>> Nearing the rear exit, you spot [[Kate.|Monday : After School : Kate]] looking through her purse, this would be a great chance to sneak up on her and work your magic. <</if>>\ <<if $jan == 55 or $jan == 45>> Nearing the rear exit, you spot [[Jan.|Monday : After School : Jan]] standing idly, this time without her retinue of followers who seem determined to make your life difficult. This is the perfect opportunity to make some headway in your relationship. <</if>> You decide to [[head home early|Monday : Night : Home]]

You creep up right behind Kate, the sound of the other students masking your approach. Looking over her shoulder and catching a whiff of her sweet perfume, you announce your arrival. ''"Need some help?".'' You offer, which causes her to gasp and spin around to face you warily. Her eye's narrow to slits when she sees the goofy grin on your face, knowing that you meant to startle her. @@color:pink;''"You jerk!".''@@ She squeaks, as she begins to rain blows upon you with her little fists. You cover yourself against her assault, but the smile on your face seems to annoy her further, and spurs her on to start trying to kick you as well. ''"Ok, ok, you win!".'' You concede, as she huffs and puffs, glaring at you with an angry pouting face. ''//She looks so damn cute when she gets angry...//'' You observe. ''"Alright, what's it gonna take for you to forgive me, huh?".'' Her anger seems to melt away as she takes a step closer to you, proudly extending her hand out toward you, palm up. @@color:pink;''"I think I deserve a present for dealing with your bullshit all the time, K".''@@ Looking around to see if anyone is watching, you gently help her lower her hand, explaining ''"Yo, hold it down, that's bait, let's go somewhere with less eyes".'' @@color:pink;''"Fine,"''@@ she grumbles, taking you by the wrist and dragging you towards the girl's bathroom. You're trying to look in all directions at once as she flings the door open and ushers you into the room. A quick scan of the area proves that the bathroom is vacant, though Kate continues tugging at you until you're both in one of the stalls as she locks the door behind you. @@color:pink;''"Present time!".''@@ She announces cheerily, looking at you expectantly. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/girlswr.jpg" width="600" height="400"></center> <<if $weed == 0>>\ You dig into your pocket and pull out a five dollar bill, ''"Alright, here you go, the next spliff is on me".'' @@color:pink;''"Yaaaaaay!".''@@ She celebrates, taking the bill from your hand and leaping into your arms, giggling. <<set $money = $money - 5>> <<print "Money -5">> <</if>>\ <<if $weed > 0>> You dig into your pocket and pull out a little bag of weed, dangling it in front of her like a dirt farmer dangles a carrot in front of a mule. @@color:pink;''"Yaaaaaay!".''@@ She celebrates, taking the bag from your hand and leaping into your arms, giggling. <<set $weed = $weed - 1>> <<print "Weed -1">> <</if>> Her body presses against yours, both hands resting on your pecs, with one of her legs raised up behind her like a flamingo. You bristle at her touch as she looks up at you, which brings her slightly open mouth very close to your own. For a moment, you both pause, looking dumbly into each other's eyes. <<if $kate == 45>> Thoughts of Gino begin to creep into your mind, as well as thoughts of what life would be like in a full body cast. Kate apparently isn't thinking of Gino, as she closes the distance and pushes her mouth against yours. She forcefully pushes your back flat against the wall of the bathroom stall. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katesubschool.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ ''"Mmppphhh, Kate, I -mmpphh".'' You try and speak in between kisses, but Kate isn't having it, her hand firmly grasping your cock through your clothes. Your mouth gapes open in ecstasy, and Kate takes the opportunity to shove her tongue down your throat in response. Wrapping your arms around her body, you hold her gently and submit to her ministrations. There's not much room for your tongue to maneuver, so you end up mostly just sucking her tongue as it slithers in and out of your mouth. Kate begins to whimper urgently, picking up the pace on your cock and humping her body against yours. This level of stimulation puts you near the edge, moaning loudly as Kate breaks off the kiss and breaths into your ear, @@color:pink;''"AHH! Fuuuuuuuck yeahhhhhhhhh".''@@ ''"Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Kaaaaaaaaaaate! ngghhhhh ... nggghhhh".'' You convulse as she violently milks your dick into your pants, her tongue flicking at your ear. There's nothing you can do but moan, as spurt after spurt of your cum fills up in your underwear, and Kate's handjob begins to taper off. Taking a step back and examining her clothing for traces of cum, Kate looks back at the stain on the front of your pants and giggles. @@color:pink;''"Thanks for the present K, I hope you enjoy yours too. Just don't unwrap it until you get home".''@@ She jests, swaying her sexy ass as she walks out of the bathroom without another word. You slump down into a squatting position in the stall, panting in exhaustion. ''//Holy shit... holy shit... That girl is amazing, but crazy, bat-shit fucking crazy!//''. Carrying your bag right in front of your crotch to conceal the stain, you head out back to your car. Starting up the engine, music blares loudly, causing you to falter slightly as you back out of the space and head for home. <<set $kate = $kate - 5>>\ <<set $katesub = 1>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<set $sub = $sub + 5 >> <<print "Masculinity - 5">> <<print "Submission + 5">> <</if>>\ <<if $kate == 55>> Thoughts of Gino begin to creep into your mind, as well as thoughts of what life would be like in a full body cast. ''//Fuck Gino...//'' You decide, as you closes the distance and push your mouth against hers, while pushing her back flat against the wall of the bathroom stall. @@color:pink;''"Mmppphhh, K, I -mmpphh".''@@ She tries to speak in between kisses, but you're not having it, your hand firmly pressing against her pussy through her clothes. Her mouth gapes open in ecstasy, and you take the opportunity to shove your tongue down her throat in response. Wrapping her arms around your shoulders, she holds you gently and submits to your ministrations. There's not much room for her tongue to maneuver, so she ends up mostly just sucking your tongue as you slide it in and out of her mouth. Kate begins to whimper urgently, as you replace your hand with your throbbing cock against her pussy, humping her briskly. This level of stimulation puts her near the edge, moaning loudly as you break off the kiss and grab her legs, hoisting her into the air, ''"GRRRRRRRRRRRR"'', you growl dominantly. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katedomschool.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ @@color:pink;''"Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Kaaaaaaaaaaayyy! AAAHHHHHH!!".''@@ She convulses as you savagely ragdoll her, ramming her pussy over her clothes, your hands gripping her ass tightly. There's nothing she can do but moan, as she cums in her panties with your bulge grinding against her. Feeling right on the brink yourself, you decide to stop before you cream your pants. Lowering her down on the toilet to recover, you admire how cute Kate looks as she takes small gulps of air and wipes at the sweat on her brow. ''"I hope you enjoyed your present, you got the bonus plan, honey".'' She smiles up at you shyly and opens her mouth, puffing out a soundless laugh. You give her a masculine chortle and wink suavely before walking out of the stall. Catching your reflection in the mirror, you raise your arms and flex at yourself, ''//RAAAAAWWWWRRR! HAAAAA!//'' Throwing open the door, you don't care if anyone sees you walking out of the girls bathroom at this point. You strut proudly, head held high, as you exit out the back of the building and step into your car. Starting up the engine, you switch tapes, popping in [["Ice Cream" by Raekwon|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jgh10of6DKA]]. You start to rap along with the song boisterously as you drive off. <<set $kate = $kate + 5>>\ <<set $katedom = 1>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5 >> <<print "Masculinity + 5">> <<print "Dominance + 5">> <</if>>\ [[Drive home|Monday : Night : Home]]

<<if $jan == 45>>\ You walk up to Jan with a friendly wave and a smile. ''"Hey Jan, sorry about earlier, I was just-".'' @@color:crimson;''"pffft, wow..."''@@ She interrupts. ''"What?".'' @@color:crimson;''"Oh I dunno, you coming over here to apologize after I humiliated you. That's pretty pathetic, don't you think?".''@@ You don't reply, but just study her face for a moment. @@color:crimson;''"Don't you have any balls?? I make a fool out of you in front of everyone, and here you are, hat in hand, looking to kiss my fucking ass".''@@ She laughs haughtily. This causes you to stiffen your back, you take a step forward, pointing your finger at her as you begin to speak sternly ''"Listen Jan! Don't act like I'm some kind of fucki-AAAAAAHHHH".'' You wail, as Jan grabs you by the ear and drags you into the girl's bathroom. Flinging you into one of the stalls, she follows you in and locks the door behind her. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/girlswr.jpg" width="600" height="400"></center> @@color:crimson;''"NO!".''@@ She growls, grabbing you by the chin, @@color:crimson;''"YOU Listen! I know all about how you dream of my perfect body. How you tug on your little pecker at night thinking about me... don't you?".''@@ She leers, bringing her face close to yours. You want to admit to her that it's true, you want to lean in and kiss her beautiful lips right now, you want- ''"NNNNNNGGGHHHHH"'' You crumple to the ground as her bony knee connects sharply with your groin. A debilitating pain shoots through your legs as you clutch at your aching testicles, Jan's hollow laugh echoing in your ears once again. @@color:crimson;''"You perverted little weasel! How dare you fantasize about me without my permission!?".''@@ She scolds. Anger begins to burn within you, primed by her non-stop abuse. @@color:crimson;''"But you took your punishment like a good boy, and I'm ready to accept your apology".''@@ She says in a milder tone of voice and you hear a zipper being opened. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jansubschool.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ Your attention is drawn away from your throbbing testicles for a moment, looking up to see Jan bending over and seductively sliding her pants and underwear down below her ass. @@color:crimson;''"You came here to kiss my ass didn't you? Well pucker up, buttercup".''@@ Although her ass is small, it's perfectly proportional to her lithe frame, and toned enough to look carved out of marble. @@color:crimson;''"And I don't want to feel your greasy fingers on my body, it's gonna be all lips and ass, you hear me?".''@@ You're mesmerized by the sight of her tiny hairless pussy, it's so delicate and majestic that you would guess she was still a virgin. @@color:crimson;''"KEVIN!".''@@ She yells, causing you to look up, seeing her head turned to glare at you with fire behind her eyes. @@color:crimson;''"Kiss - My - Ass ... NOW!".''@@ She commands. Leaning in with your hands still holding your balls, you wet your lips and press them gently against her perfect ass. @@color:crimson;''"That's right, boy. Now say you're sorry".''@@ ''"I'm sorry Jan".'' You promise, intoxicated by the aroma of her vagina as you prostrate yourself before this beautiful, bratty goddess. @@color:crimson;''"meh, sowwy Jaaaan".''@@ She mocks, @@color:crimson;''"Don't get overexcited about it or anything...".''@@ She adds sarcastically, as she pushes your face away and stands to replace her clothing. Jan turns around to find you still on your knees, she grabs your chin again, this time pressing her foot against your sore balls. @@color:crimson;''"Don't you know how lucky you are for getting to kiss my ass? You should probably thank me, shouldn't you?".''@@ She suggests, pressing down harder onto your balls. ''"AAAHHH!! Yes Jan! Thank you Jan!".'' You plead, hoping she will spare your poor balls any more abuse, and so she does. @@color:crimson;''"Good boy!".''@@ Encourages Jan, ruffling your hair and floating out of the bathroom like an angel. Regaining your composure, you cradle your balls and try to wrap your brain around what just happened. ''//I just kissed Jan's bare ass in the toilet, and thanked her for it, what's wrong with me?//'' The image of Jan's heavenly ass and pussy floats back into your mind instantly, ''//Ahhhh, that ass though...//'' You carefully get back to your feet and make your way to the parking lot to find your car. Starting up the engine, music blares loudly, causing you to falter slightly as you back out of the space and head for home. <<set $jan = $jan - 5>>\ <<set $jansub = 1>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<set $sub = $sub + 5>> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <<print "Submission +5">> <</if>>\ <<if $jan == 55>> There's a confident smile on your face as you approach Jan, she turns to look at you skeptically. ''"Wow, Jan, did you go to a salon at lunch?".'' she raises an eyebrow quizzically. ''"No seriously, you look even better than you did this morning"'', you lean in closer ''"Come on, what's your secret?".'' @@color:crimson;''"Hmmph! ...Fresh...".''@@ She dismisses, but you can tell that it did stroke her ego slightly. ''"What are you doing here all alone?".'' @@color:crimson;''"I'm waiting for my ride... If it EVER shows up".''@@ Jan flusters. ''"What!? I can't believe anyone would keep you waiting Jan, can I give you a lift?".'' You offer. She looks at you appraisingly for a moment before answering, @@color:crimson;''"Yes, yes I think you should ta- WAAAHH!".''@@ She yelps as you scoop her up into your arms like a newlywed bride. @@color:crimson;''"I didn't mean you should pick me up, pea-brain!".''@@ Complains Jan, but you pretend not to notice, carrying her out the door (which you kick open) and over to your humble vehicle. <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jandomschool.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ Opening the passenger side door for her, you begin to panic, realizing that your car is an absolute disaster area. Thinking on your feet, you gallantly remove your sweater and place it over the garbage rolling around the floor mat. Taking her hand in yours, you lead her into her seat ''"My lady"'' You flourish with a bow. Jan climbs into the seat and you hurry over to ther driver's side to join her in the car, starting the engine quickly. As the music begins to blast, you quickly lower it, flashing Jan a smile and pulling out of the school parking lot. The conversation is sparse to begin with, short of Jan giving you directions to her house. You break the silence with a question, ''"So tell me Jan, how is it that you haven't picked a suitor yet? They must be breaking down your door vying for your attention".'' @@color:crimson;''"Peons!".''@@ She retorts, @@color:crimson;''"Uncouth peasants, the lot of them!".''@@ ''"When you're right, you're right, Jan. And you're seldom wrong".'' @@color:crimson;''"You seem different to me Kevin, but I'm still trying to decide if you're just full of shit like everyone else and trying to get into my pants".''@@ She turns to look at you, @@color:crimson;''"Which you NEVER will, I hope that's clear".''@@ Chuckling in agreement, you reassure her ''"Of course not Jan, I wouldn't dream of imposing on your sensibilities".'' @@color:crimson;''"So why is it that you're so //interested// in me, Kevin?".''@@ She quickly adds, waiting hawkishly for a response to an obvious trap question. You waste no time in answering, ''"I wouldn't lie to you Jan,"'' you promise ''"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life and I almost have no choice in being drawn to you".'' That was a risk, frank honesty can either go really well, or really badly with women. She considers you for a moment, @@color:crimson;''"Yes... Yes, I believe you, and I appreciate your honesty, Kevin".''@@ ''//SCORE!!!//'' Jan seems to loosen up and talk more freely with you for the rest of the drive, mostly relating the exploits of some of the other girls at school. You nod your head and smile as //"Radio Jan"// goes into coast-to-coast mode with the gossip. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/janhome.jpg" width="500" height="300"></center> The neighborhood that Jan lives in is absolutely beautiful, all the houses are mansions, with gates and circular driveways. @@color:crimson;''"It's the next one on the right, just pull up to the speakerphone on the driveway".''@@ Instructs Jan, and you comply. //BUZZ Can I help you?// @@color:crimson;''"Open the gate numbnuts!".''@@ Shouts Jan, leaning across your body. //BUZZ Right away miss// The gates slowly swing open and you drive up to the landing in front of her house. It looks like a small scale version of the white house, but a little less political, and a little more stylish. You hop out of the car and swiftly open the door for Jan, offering her your hand. She smiles faintly, taking your hand and gently getting out of the car, allowing you to lead her up the stairs and to the doors of her opulent palace. @@color:crimson;''"Would you like to come inside?".''@@ She suggests flatly. Your eyes open a little wider and you grip her hand a little tighter ''"Sure Jan! Let's go!".'' @@color:crimson;''"Hahahaha,".''@@ She laughs with a tone of superiority, @@color:crimson;''"I bet you would, maybe some other time Kevin".''@@ she teases. You try not to let the disappointment touch your face, instead laughing along with her ''"hehehe, as you wish".'' You lean in to kiss her hand and she yanks it away. Cocking her head to the side, she pushes her cheek out towards you and waits expectantly. Although it's just a peck on the cheek, you kiss her as slowly and passionately as you can, hoping to impress her. @@color:crimson;''"Hmmpph".''@@ She grunts, studying you once again, this time nodding her head in approval. @@color:crimson;''"Thanks for the //lift// Kevin".''@@ She says, turning her back to you and walking towards the double doors. ''"No problem, Jan".'' You reply, ''"Uhh, I'll talk to you later".'' Maybe you should just quit while you're ahead, and stop shouting things at her back while she walks away. Jumping back into your ride, you put on [["Champion" by Buju Banton|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TsrKloxhfaw]] and take a victory lap around the block before heading for home yourself. <<set $jan = $jan + 5>>\ <<set $jandom = 1>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>> <<print "Masculinity +5">> <<print "Dominance +5">> <</if>> [[Drive home|Monday : Night : Home]]

You pull up in your driveway, looking at your quaint three bedroom house. Deftly unlocking the deadbolt, you get inside, lock the door behind you, and drop your bag off in one practiced motion.''//Ahhh, home sweet home.//'' As usual, the house is empty. Ever since your parents separated five years ago, leaving only you and your mom to fend for yourselves, you never get to see her much anymore. She's always working late and leaving you money for lunch every morning. You sometimes see her leaving or coming home, always in a business suit and carrying a briefcase. On the plus side, it taught you self-reliance, how to hustle and get by on your own steam. The first stop is the kitchen, and you're absolutely ravenous, but there's rarely anything interesting on the menu. You raid the fridge and construct a makeshift sandwich out of various meats, cheeses and condiments. It's not long before most of the sandwich is devoured and you consider your next move. [[Time to hit the books|Monday : Night : Study]] [[Get in a hard workout|Monday : Night : Exercise]] <<if $weed >= 7 and $mallsecurity == 0>>\ [[Try and sell some weed|Monday : Night : Sell Weed]] <</if>>\ [[Go right to sleep|Monday : Night : Sleep]]

You somehow manage to find your bedroom in a blind, fatigued state. Instinctively shedding your clothes, you fall onto the bed, your face mashing into the pillow. The last thing you see is a small red light, ''//That fucking alarm clock is drivi----zzzzzzZZZZZZZ//''. <<set $clothes = 0>> [[Sleep until the next morning|Tuesday : Wake up]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/study.jpg" width="500" height="300"></center> <<if $high > 0>>\ You retrieve your textbook from your bag and try to start working on your homework but you're just too high to concentrate. [[Back|Monday : Night : Home]] <</if>>\ <<if $high == 0>>\ You retrieve your textbook from your bag and start working on your homework. It takes you all night to finish, but the the repetition allows you to absorb some of the information. Your eyes are hurting from the strain and you decide to call it a night. <<set $int = $int + 5>> <<print "Intelligence + 5">> [[Go to sleep|Monday : Night : Sleep]] <</if>>

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/dumbbells.jpg" width="500" height="300"></center> <<if $high > 0>>\ You fish the dumbbells out of your closet and get ready to put in a hard workout. Completing your first set of bicep curls, you get a bit of a head-rush because you're so high. Abandoning the weights, you decide on a different course of action tonight. [[Back|Monday : Night : Home]] <</if>>\ <<if $high == 0>>\ You fish the dumbbells out of your closet and get ready to put in a hard workout. After 4 sets of 15 reps, your muscles are sore and fatigued, it's probably time to call it a night. <<set $str = $str + 5>> <<print "Strength + 5">> [[Go to sleep|Monday : Night : Sleep]] <</if>>

<<set $day = $day + 1>>\ __''Day: 2 - Tuesday''__ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/alarm1.jpg" height= "100" width="220" style="float:left;"/>//<big>CREEEK CREEEEK CREEEK</big>//-You slap your alarm clock hard and bolt upright on your bed. ''//Uggghhhh, I have to get rid of that fucking alarm clock...//'' It takes a few moments of staring at the wall before your eyes adjust and your head acclimates to consciousness. </body> Shambling to your feet, you somehow manage to navigate your way to the bathroom like a zombie. Kicking into auto-pilot, you complete your morning ritual. Do you want to shower and brush your teeth? or go grunge and see if Sam is around for a morning smoke <<set $high = 0>> [[Brush your teeth and shower|Tuesday : Brush your teeh and shower]] [[Go see Sam|Tuesday : Smoke with Sam]]

<<if $showerintro > 0>>\ You scrub yourself thoroughly in the shower and polish your teeth to a high gloss. Feeling refreshed, you throw on your baggy attire and head down to the kitchen for your breakfast of brown liquid. ''"Thanks mom..."'' You say to the money waiting for you on the counter before scooping it up and into your pocket. <<set $clothes = 1>> <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> Jumping into your cutlass, it's not long before the engine is humming and the music is blaring. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. <<set $money = $money + 10>> <<print "Money +10">> <</if>>\ <<if $showerintro == 0>>\ You step into the shower under a spray of water that you set as hot as you can possibly withstand, and then you gradually raise the heat even further. You soap up and rinse yourself off methodically, then jump out of the shower and start to rhythmically work your toothbrush around the inside of your mouth. Walking briskly into your room, you throw the closet door open grabbing your Major Damage jeans, jungle camo bandana, black hoodie and Air Jordans. Quickly donning your incredibly baggy attire of choice, you wrap your bandana slightly covering your eyes, mexican gangster style. <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/camobandana.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/hoodie.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jeans.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jordans.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <<set $clothes = 1>> </center> Heading down to the kitchen, you find a ten dollar bill waiting for you on the counter. It only takes one minute to warm your mug of water in the microwave before scooping in sugar and instant coffee, stirring the contents as you make your way outside to your car. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> You drive a white, 1992 oldsmobile cutlass with factory rims. Getting into the driver's seat, you try not to notice (or care) that your car is a complete mess of papers, coke cans and fast food packaging. Starting the engine, your cassette player kicks on playing [["Regulate" by Warren G|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1plPyJdXKIY]]. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. <<set $showerintro = $showerintro + 1>> <<set $money = $money + 10>>\ <<print "Money +10">> <</if>>\ [[Head for the school|Tuesday : School Morning]]

Pulling around the back of the school, you note the large community center where you smoked many a fatty, and the low income housing co-operative beyond, where you smoked even fattiers... Parking your car in the students section, you make your way into the main atrium of the building. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/schoolatrium.jpg" width="600" height="400"></center> With only five minutes before class starts, you briefly observe the hustle and bustle of students scrambling to prepare for their first class. It's quite a scene, filled with commotion, chatter and the sounds of metal lockers opening and slamming shut. It's almost like moving through a nightclub as you navigate your way to the front of the building, weaving around exuberant groups of kids and completing your first lap of the building. Along the way, you spot some familiar faces. \ <<if $sam == 50>>\ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/sam1.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ You met [[Sam|Tuesday : School Morning : Sam]] early last year around a burning session and you quickly took to each other based on weed, taste in music, .... , yeah, mostly weed. He's west indian and incredibly vain about his appearance. Standing a few inches taller than you and a dozen or so pounds heavier, he fits well into his stylish clothing. At the moment he somewhat resembles a used car salesman as he chats up a small group of girls taken in by his posturing and bravado. </body> \ <</if>>\ <<if $ivan == 50>>\ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ivan1.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ You and [[Ivan|Tuesday : School Morning : Ivan]] were in drama class together last year, and your shared love of monty python and roleplaying games quickly made you great friends. Originally from Russia, he's a bit shorter and skinnier than you, with a short, blonde haircut and pale blue eyes. There's nothing remarkable about his choice of dress, a simple pair of blue jeans and a dress shirt. He sits on the floor beside his open locker as he thumbs through what you recognize as his monster compendium. </body> \ <</if>>\ <<if $kate == 50>>\ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/kate1.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Oh yes, [[Kate|Tuesday : School Morning : Kate]], she's been a lot of fun to be around all year. She doesn't have a slutty reputation, but she does party hard, and indulges in smoke and drink to a level that rivals any of the guys in your company. While a few inches shorter than you, you're about the same weight, but she has fat deposits in all the right places. She's a natural blonde, but she chooses to dye her shoulder-length hair black in order to pull off the leather jacket and stud nose ring that she sports proudly. Everyone knows she's blonde (her roots give it away), and she's often the butt of blonde jokes despite her attempts to mask it. </body> \ <</if>>\ <<if $jan == 50>>\ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jan1.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ [[Jan|Tuesday : School Morning : Jan]] is a classical Italian beauty, with dark eyes and short dark hair framing a delicate but slightly angular face. Her body is perfectly proportioned, as if she stepped right out of an oil painting from the renaissance. Most impressively, her waist is almost impossible, and her poise is beyond reproach. The words elegant, graceful and demure spring to mind... </body> \ <</if>>\ <<if $gary == 50>>\ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/gary1.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ A steady rap on the window outside draws your attention and you see your old friend [[Gary|Tuesday : School Morning : Gary]] who you grew up with. He's a year older than you but exactly the same height, fully clad in camouflage gear and army style boots. People always remark that you look alike (you don't see it). Although you're the same height, his stocky, barrel-chested physique puts him at about 200 lbs. His dark eyes, high and tight style buzz-cut and rounded off facial structure betray his latino heritage. Seeing that he's gotten your attention, he inclines his head signalling for you to join him outside. </body> \ <</if>>\

<<set $high = $high +25>>\ <<set $money = $money +10>>\ <<if $samintro > 0>>\ Showers in the morning always make you tired, so throw on your baggy attire and head down to the kitchen for your breakfast of brown liquid. ''"Thanks mom..."'' You say to the money waiting for you on the counter before scooping it up and into your pocket. <<set $clothes = 1>> <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> Jumping into your cutlass, it's not long before the engine is humming and the music is blaring [["Regulate" by Warren G|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1plPyJdXKIY]]. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. On your approach to the school, you spot a familiar car in the parking lot of the adjacent mini-mall. You pull up beside Sam's car and jump into his passenger seat after a brief knock on the window. <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/samsmoke.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ ''"Wake and bake time!"'' You announce, as you and Sam proceed to get fucked up while discussing rap music and girls. It's not long before the joint is done and you need to get to school. A quick fist bump, and you're off. <<print "Intoxication +25">> <<print "Money +10">> <</if>>\ <<if $samintro == 0>> Walking briskly into your room, you throw the closet door open grabbing your Major Damage jeans, jungle camo bandana, black hoodie and Air Jordans. Quickly donning your incredibly baggy attire of choice, you wrap your bandana slightly covering your eyes, mexican gangster style. <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/camobandana.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/hoodie.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jeans.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jordans.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <<set $clothes = 1>> </center> Heading down to the kitchen where you find a ten dollar bill waiting for you on the counter. It only takes one minute to warm your mug of water in the microwave before scooping in sugar and instant coffee, stirring the contents as you make your way outside to your car. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> You drive a white, 1992 oldsmobile cutlass with factory rims. Getting into the driver's seat, you try not to notice (or care) that your car is a complete mess of papers, coke cans and fast food packaging. Starting the engine, your cassette player kicks on playing [["Regulate" by Warren G|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1plPyJdXKIY]]. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. On your approach to the school, you spot a familiar car in the parking lot of the adjacent mini-mall. You turn down the music, creep up beside the driver, and pull into the empty space. ''"Break yo' self fool!"'' you bellow out. Your friend Sam jerks in his seat, spilling some weed out of the rolling paper he was raising to his lips. @@color:green;''"Fuuuuuck! You scared the shit outa me dog".''@@ ''"Hahaha, you're slippin' man... You're lucky though, you could be dead right now if it was someone else".'' @@color:green;''"Yeah, whateva, get in K"''@@ You shut down your ride, lock it up, and climb into Sam's passenger seat as he's twisting off the tip of the joint. He sparks up the (now slightly shortened) one-paper pinner and traps two long hauls inside his lungs as he passes it over without looking in your direction. You bring the cherry below your nose and savor the skunky aroma before taking a big hit off it yourself. <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/samsmoke.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ Sam begins to exhale a huge cloud of smoke until the torrent ends in a brief fit of coughing. You flash him a toothy grin and take your second draw, this time struggling to hold it in. The irritation to your lungs is too much and you quickly begin to exhale, choking halfway through and coughing with smoke still in your lungs. @@color:green;''"Hehehehehe"''@@ Sam's stoner laugh lazily rolls out of his mouth as he grips you by the back of the neck, gently rocking you side to side. Your lungs are burning and your mouth begins to produce an inordinate amount of saliva, signalling that you may puke up your morning coffee, but you spit it out the window and start taking short breaths of air. Sam grabs his air freshener from the rear-view mirror and sticks it into the car's vent, turning the heat up to high. This fills the car with the smell of pine needles, which is meant to mask the smell of weed on your clothes. He grabs a bottle of visine out of his glove compartment and begins dripping it into his eyes before passing it your way while blinking rapidly. ''"Nah, I'm good"'' You say, pointing to the bandana shading your eyes. A little trick you picked up in your first year of school, since teachers kept forcing you to take your hat off in class. @@color:green;''"Shit, we gotta get to school, man".''@@ ''"Aight, I'll see you there bruv, easy"'' You fist bump and climb into your own car heading for the first day of your second year in school. <<set $samintro = $samintro + 1>> <<print "Intoxication +25">> <<print "Money +10">> <</if>> [[Head for the school|Tuesday : School Morning]]

<<set $sam = $sam + 5>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ You strut up behind Sam, throwing your arm over his shoulders and slightly pulling him down to match your height. ''"Hey ladies!"'' You point to Sam and yourself interchangeably. ''"Couple of one-two cutie pies over here, huh?".'' Most of the girls begin to giggle, with only a few of them pulling an unimpressed face. Sam falters for half a second, before recovering well and beaming that charming smile of his. Just then, the bell sounds and the mess of bodies in the atrium come to life, scattering like roaches when the lights turn on. Sam claps you on the shoulder, @@color:green;''"I'm out dog, come see me at lunch about that thing"''@@ as he turns and heads for the north stairwell. You're going in the other direction, climbing the south steps and walking into your first class of the day. <<print "Masculinity +5">> <<print "Dominance +5">> [[Head for Class|Tuesday : First Period]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/math.jpg" width="599" height="280"></center> Math class really isn't where you want to be first thing in the morning. There's nothing wrong with math, it's one of the few skills you can learn in school that has real life application, but it's a little early for all that. Everyone in the classroom seems grey and drab as Mr. Richards drones on and on monotonously. That's when you spot Amy, the beautiful flower in this desolate tundra. Her delicate fingers manipulate her pencil into an acrobatic ballet without barely a thought. ''//Damn... I wish I was a pencil right now.//'' You think, just as the pencil stops moving in her hand, causing you to look up at her. She has a creeped out look on her face that forces you to break eye contact with her immediately. You begin to scan the ceiling frantically for a few seconds before looking back at her. Now her gaze is focused back on the teacher, an annoyed frown tugging down on the corner of her mouth. ''//She hates me, but she doesn't even know me... Maybe it's the way I dress? Nah, that couldn't be it...//'' You adjust your bandana a little lower over your eyes and lean back like a cowboy about to take a nap. You look up at the clock and discover that only half the period time has elapsed, making you a little antsy. [[Pay attention in class|Tuesday : First Period - Pay attention in class]]

<<set $int = $int +5>>\ <<set $ivan = $ivan +5>>\ You walk over and plonk yourself beside Ivan on the floor, noting that he's studying the stats of a displacer beast while copying something into his notebook before looking up to greet you. @@color:cyan;''"Kev! how's it going, man?"''@@ ''"Hey man! do you have math first period too?"'' @@color:cyan;''"Nope, I have gym class first thing in the morning... could it get any worse?"''@@ ''"Haha! wanna trade?"'' @@color:cyan;''"I wish... But check this out".''@@ He quickly shows you a method of easily multiplying two and three digit numbers in your head. @@color:cyan;''"So hey, you wanna test out the intro to this campaign I've been working on? We could run through it a bit at lunch."''@@ ''"Dunno man, we'll see how it goes... I might be //otherwise engaged//"'' You drawl out seductively. @@color:cyan;''"Hahahaha, ok, ok, well you know where to find me..."''@@ And so you do, Ivan spends most of his time under the stairwell reading or working on his roleplaying campaigns. As the bell sounds, Ivan slams his book shut, depositing it into his locker as you both stand and set course for your respective classes. <<print "Intelligence +5">> [[Head for Class|Tuesday : First Period]]

Kate turns in your direction as she sees you approaching her with a smile on your face. Although Kate is officially dating a musclebound Italian guy named Gino, you two have shared a few drunken moments slopping each other down in a closet over the past year. You love her looks, her style and her attitude... You're not too fond of being crippled for life by large, angry jocks though. \ <<if $high > 0>>\ @@color:pink;''"K!"''@@ She hugs you around your neck in a tight embrace, pulling you downward. @@color:pink;''"Ewww, you smell like a cab driver, well at least you're - wait!"''@@ She inclines her head below yours, quickly looking into each one of your eyes back and forth. @@color:pink;''"Bwahahaha, oh my god, you're high as shit aren't you!?".''@@ Your grin splits your head nearly in half ''"Guilty as charged".'' She smacks you in the shoulder. @@color:pink;''"Why didn't you come get me?? I should kick your ass for not thinking of me!".''@@ You cock one eyebrow, ''"Really? What you gonna do? Beat me black and blonde?".'' @@color:pink;''"HAHAHAHA!".''@@ She swats at you again, @@color:pink;''"Jerk!"''@@, before sulkingly folding her arms and deliberately looking away from you. ''"Awwwww sweeeeetie,"'' you taunt condescendingly. She peeks at you briefly before averting her gaze once more, this time tapping her foot on the ground. ''"Ok, ok, I owe you one"'' you negotiate. @@color:pink;''"YAY!"''@@ she cheers, turning her attention back to you and drawing nearer. ''"How am I supposed to know you're around though? You can't blame me if you're nowhere to be found".'' @@color:pink;''"Duhhh, maybe you should try making an appointment then,"''@@ She leans in to whisper in your ear seductively @@color:pink;''"I'll see if I can //fit you in//".''@@ She jerks back and gasps, opening her eyes and mouth wide in fake surprise, then covers her mouth to suppress a giggle. You're dumbstruck, staring at her, your mouth agape. It's a good thing your hoodie is XL, otherwise the tent in your pants might be large enough to cover the entire building. Just then, the bell sounds, causing Kate to prance off in satisfaction. @@color:pink;''"Byeeeee Kayyyyy!"''@@ She calls, looking over her shoulder as she's already walking away. ''//Goddammit! This bitch is crazy and she's gonna get me flattened by her gorilla of a boyfriend//''. You watch her plush ass attempting to escape out of her tight jeans as she walks further away. ''//Sheeeit, it just might be worth it//''. <<set $kate = $kate + 5>>\ <</if>> <<if $high == 0>>\ @@color:pink;''"K!".''@@ She hugs you around your neck in a tight embrace, pulling you downward. You return the hug, wrapping your arms around her waist but remaining conscious of where your hands end up (or rather, where they don't end up). She seems to sense your reluctance to fully embrace her publicly and gently moves back away. @@color:pink;''"I like your hair, it's so soft and poofy, hahaha"''@@ She teases, as she proceeds to ruffle your hair like a child. ''"Whoah, whoah! Don't mess with the do!"'' She rolls her eyes and motions that your mop of a haircut looks no different than before. @@color:pink;''"Don't worry, you still look all prim and proper"''@@ She mocks, miming as if she's feathering your hair for you. @@color:pink;''"God... You're so girly sometimes, ya know?".''@@ ''"Hehehe, alright don't worry about it, you're forgiven".'' You smile, ignoring her girly comment. ''"Listen I was thinking about that time when - "''. You're cut off as the bell rings and you glance up at the clock on the wall muttering a curse. @@color:pink;''"Bye K!"''@@ You turn back and she's already partially obscured by bodies, disappearing into the crowd and heading for class. ''//Shit... She's so hot, I wonder how long a broken bone takes to heal//'' <<set $kate = $kate - 5>>\ \ <</if>>\ [[Head for Class|Tuesday : First Period]]

You've never had a problem with Jan, mostly because you tiptoe around hoping not to get on her bad side. It's a good thing too, she's known to be a bit of a bitch, and kicked more than one guy in the nuts last year. If that's not enough, she can be an incredibly malicious gossip, people sometimes call her "Radio Jan" - never right to her face though. Jan is talking to some of the other girls, their mouths racing and heads bobbing to and fro. ''//hehehe, a chickenhead convention//''. Seeing your approach, the girls fall silent and turn their heads to stare at you appraisingly. Jan turns her whole body to face you, taking a strong pose with hands on hips, impatiently waiting for you to speak. <<if $high == 25>>\ <<set $jan = $jan - 5>>\ \ ''"Hey Jan! You're looking good today".'' You offer, as friendly and nonchalant as you can manage. @@color:crimson;''"Why's your hair all greasy and disgusting?"''@@ She questions, wrinkling her nose in disgust. ''"That's just how I roll, baby"'' You retort, smiling smugly with your arms outstretched to your sides. @@color:crimson;''"That's how you roll? You mean, you //ROLL// right out of bed and don't wash your filthy ass before going out in public?".''@@ The other girls eye each other in amusement waiting to hear what you say next. You give them a suffering look, hoping for some empathy, before stepping forward and taking Jan's delicate hand in yours. ''"Look Jan, I'm -".'' She cuts you off by sticking her hand right in front of your face. @@color:crimson;''"Your fucking breath stinks! Who's dick did you suck before you waddled over here shit-stains?".''@@ With that, the other girls erupt into a chorus of mocking laughter at your expense. Jan smirks at you as the bell tolls, spinning on her heels and strutting off imperiously with her little minions following in tow. ''//Well that could have gone better... pffft! fucking pompous bitch, I'd give you some dick-breath you'd never forget//''. Flushed red with both embarrassment and anger, you grind your teeth together as you stomp your way down the hall. <</if>>\ <<if $high == 0>>\ \ ''"Hey Jan! You're looking good today".'' You offer, as friendly and nonchalant as you can manage. @@color:crimson;''"Hi Kevin, thank you for the compliment, but are you suggesting that I only look good today and not other days?".''@@ The other girls give you a warning glare. ''"Hahaha, of course not Jan, you're a ten, you're always a ten".'' She's obviously skeptical about your motives, and knows that you're just telling her what she wants to hear, but she seems to enjoy the praise all the same. @@color:crimson;''"A ten huh? Is that a fact?".''@@ You take the initiative to step forward and take her delicate hand in yours ''"Look around Jan, if you can spot any other woman in the room who rivals your beauty, I'll cut her face off immediately!".'' You slowly incline a knee, going in for the kiss on the hand, just as the bell signals the start of first period. She pulls her hand from your loose grip and shoots you an approving smile, @@color:crimson;''"You're cute, see you later Kevin".''@@ You incline your head and perform a mild flourish of deference with your hand ''"My Lady...".'' The chickenheads follow behind Jan, squawking frantically, and occasionally throwing you a backward glance before clucking onward. ''//YES! Oh this is gonna be soooo easy...//''. You throw out a little three punch boxing combination when you think nobody is looking and then you head for class. <<set $jan = $jan + 5>> <</if>>\ [[Head for Class|Tuesday : First Period]]

Throwing open the front doors, you spot Gary just as he turns the corner of the building assuming you will follow him. As you begin to track him around the corner, you recall some of your past with Gary while growing up and wonder if you might be making a mistake by following him. Gary was always the bad kid in school, he liked to bully you and some of your other friends. Most people avoided him like the plague, but you managed to befriend him by your shared enjoyment of video games and general sadism (mostly feigned from your end). One thing Gary was known for was his incredibly short fuse and propensity for violence. You were one of his only friends, and that kept him from directing his bullying toward you (for the most part) but you definitely wanted him by your side if a fight broke out. Being a full year older than you, he was kind of like the asshole older brother you never had, he would beat on you once in a while, but he hardened you in the process. The other thing Gary was infamous for was getting into trouble, and specifically, getting you into trouble. You round the corner and approach him as he stands with his back turned to you. ''"Sup man? Whatchu sayin?"''. You rattle off that colloquial greeting even though you know full well what he's doing here. He dropped out of school three months into his first year and often came to visit you at school to hang out. He slowly turns around to face you, brandishing an expertly fashioned blunt between his fingertips and smiling at you triumphantly. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Let's do this shit, son"''@@ He says, confident that his incredibly rare instance of treating you to a smoke should leave you with no option to refuse him. [[Fuck it, let's go|Tuesday : Skipping First Period]] [[Nah, I have to go to class|Tuesday : First Period]]

<<set $high = $high + 25>>\ The two of you slide around the side of the building, avoiding open windows where you can, and it's smooth sailing once you hit the rear parking lot. Gary leads you into the co-op, but there's nobody around yet at this early hour so you continue on to the huge park at the back. Settling down on the bleachers of the baseball diamond, Gary sparks up the blunt after a quick scan of the area. About halfway down the blunt, the conversation sparks up too. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"So yo, you find any fly honeys for me to fuck yet? hehehe".''@@ ''"pffft... You? Nah son, not too many hot bitches into fat dudes these days". '' He gives you a warning glare, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"That's where you wrong skinny bitch, your girls Kate and Jan loved this fat dick".''@@ ''"Oh you fucked them both already, huh?"'' You lean in, overtly examining his mouth. ''"Looks like you still got all your teeth homie, your grill would be ALL fucked up after Gino was done with you."'' @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Man, fuck that mothafucka! I'd beat the brakes off that big dumb macaroni bender, then fuck his bitch right in front of him too"''@@ ''"Sure you would tough guy, SUUUUURE you would"'' You break out in a giggle before taking your last hit off the blunt which is basically a roach now. He grabs your shoulder and spins you around to face him, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Dog, look in my fucking eyes, do I look scared?".''@@ You know Gary well enough after all these years, and the half-lidded angry look in his eyes convinces you that he's truly not afraid of Gino, or anyone else for that matter. ''"I never said you were scared, man... I said he would fuck you up. Shit, you already forgot the beating I gave you last year? and I'm a buck fifty soaking wet".'' Gary grabs your collar, standing up, and bringing you up with him, shouting now. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Nah bitch, I must have forgot, maybe because of the thousand beatings I put on you and your little friends! With you CRYING LIKE A LITTLE BITCH FOR YOUR MOMMY!!".''@@ You push his hands off and sit back down, ''//This has gone too far...He's flying into a rage//''. ''"Chill dog, you need to get your fuckin mind right"'' @@color:cornflowerblue;''"I DON'T //NEED// TO DO SHIT, BITCH!!!"''@@ He shouts, pushing the side of your head with two fingers. This sets you off too, standing back up and pushing him as hard as you can, forcing him to take two steps backward. Gary scrunches up his face in anger and charges at you with his fists cocked. <<print "Intoxicated +25">> <<if $high == 50>> [[Try to fight back|Tuesday : Skipping First Period : submit to gary]] <</if>> <<if $high < 50>>\ [[Fight back|Tuesday : Skipping First Period : fight gary]] <</if>>

<<set $sub = $sub + 5>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<set $gary = $gary - 5>>\ You know that you can't go toe-to-toe with Gary and your only chance is to use your mobility and hope he gets fatigued enough for you to open-up on him. You stick your left in his face and try to slip his big right hand before getting back out of range, but you're a little too slow and he catches you near the crown of your skull. ''//Fuck, why did I smoke that spliff with Sam earlier? I'm too fucked up//''". You try and stay on your bicycle and play the matador but you're just a fraction of a second too slow. He connects to your body, he connects to your head, and now your legs start to feel rubbery as you continue to move backward. Here it comes, his signature right hand coming like a fastball from a major league pitcher. You know you're too slow to avoid it so you have to just cover up, placing both your arms to the sides of your head. The impact of the punch is mostly absorbed by your arms, but the sheer force of it (combined with your compromised balance) knocks you to the ground sideways. Gary wastes no time in jumping on you and scrambling into a position with his knees pinning down your shoulders. Not only are you unable to defend yourself now, but his weight is causing a lot of pain to your shoulder joints. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"What now bitch!?"''@@ He taunts, as he hits you across the face with a heavy slap. You're seeing stars, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"What!??"''@@ another smack, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"What! WHAT!!!"''@@ another and another. This reignites your anger, exploding with your hips and grunting with effort but he's still too heavy, ''"Fuck you!".'' This time, his hand closes around your throat, leaning all his weight on you. You try to bring your legs up and push him off, but you don't have the angle to do so. Maybe if you can get your hips twisted over, maybe if... you can get............''//Darkness//''. <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ktfo.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ @@color:lightsteelblue;''"You got knocked the FUCK OUT! hahahaha"''@@ Is the sound that wakes you from your slumber, and you see a skinny crackhead's face right in front of yours. You push him away and roll to one knee trying to get your bearings, then Gary speaks. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"He got choked out, not knocked out, dumbass".''@@ @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Same shit, this pussy was out cold! right my nigga? hahaha!"''@@ @@color:cornflowerblue;''"How about I knock YOU out cold?".''@@ This visibly stuck fear in the crackhead, causing the doting little sycophant to scamper away deeper into the park. You just know word of this will get out within hours... ''//fucking crackheads....//'' Getting up to your feet, you begin to slowly walk back in the direction of the school, your equilibrium still not fully restored. Gary falls into step beside you, putting his arm across your shoulders, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"You all good, my man?".''@@ You shrug his arm off and don't reply. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Yo, don't be like that K, you win some, you lose some".''@@ You walk a little quicker ignoring him completely. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"K! .... Kevin.... FUCK!".''@@ He grabs you by the shoulder, spinning you around, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Listen to me man! .... I'm sorry, ok? Why the fuck you gotta piss me off by running your mouth like that?".''@@ He's right, you know him well enough to be aware of what provokes him. At the same time though, he's wrong, he's oh, so, fucking wrong. Why should you always have to be cognisant of his anger when you have your own shit to worry about? Why should you have to manage his issues from the outside? @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Alright, look... Let's go over to Mickey's so I can grab my portion, maybe find you a tampon, then I'll hook you up with a link. Cool?".''@@ You give him a hollow stare, but allow yourself to be led toward Mickey's place. <<print "Submission +5">> <<print "Masculinity -5">> [[go see Mickey|Tuesday : Skipping Second Period]]

<<set $str = $str +5>>\ <<set $dom = $dom +5>>\ <<set $masc = $masc +5>>\ <<set $gary = $gary + 5>>\ You know that you can't go toe-to-toe with Gary and your only chance is to use your mobility and hope he gets fatigued enough for you to open-up on him. You stick your left in his face and slip his big right hand before getting back out of range. Every time Gary winds up for one of his telegraphed punches, you take a step backward, putting him out of range and off balance. Now you truly start to back-pedal, forcing Gary to sprint at you while trying to judge the distance and timing. <big>''//BAM!//''</big> You dart forward with a straight right hand when he leasts expects it, causing him to run headlong into a punch that catches him flush on the chin. It barely affects Gary though, as he continues to walk you down like the terminator, swinging for the fences with both hands. This goes on for some time, and you have much more stamina than Gary does, but you're also expending more energy with your constant mobility. At this point, you're both starting to tire, as Gary's patented bull rush causes him to trip and fall forward. You try and move away but he catches your legs and pulls you to the ground, now scrambling on top of you. He tries to pin your shoulders with his knees, but you get your arms free and on his hips to control the position. With this, Gary's hands find your throat and begin to squeeze. You grab one of his hands with both of yours and pry it off, catching two of his fingers in your mouth and bite down hard. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"You little FUCK!"''@@ Gary shouts in anger, as his other hand leaves your throat and grabs the side of your head, digging into the corner of your eye with his thumb. This makes you bite down even harder, as you echo each other in a primal cry. ''"GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!"'' @@color:cornflowerblue;''"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR!!!"''@@ "YOOOOO!" Shouts a voice off to the side. You spot the crackhead quickly, but Gary has to slightly turn his head to see who it is. At that moment, you explode with your hips, turn your back to Gary and escape out the back door between his legs. Getting back to his feet rather sluggishly, Gary stands up huffing and puffing and giving you a sadistic smile. You snort in derision, then begin to walk back toward the school while brushing bits of grass and dirt off your clothes. @@color:lightsteelblue;"Daaaaayyuuummm, that was doooope! You guys know how to put on a show! hahahaha! I liked the part where-"@@ @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Shut your cocksucker!"''@@ Gary orders, causing the crackhead to clam-up and slink off with his head looking at the ground. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Yo, K"''@@, You look at him over your shoulder expecting for round 2, he continues, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"I'm swinging by Mickey's to grab my portion, you down?".''@@ <<print "Strength +5">> <<print "Dominance +5">> <<print "Masculinity +5">> [[go see Mickey|Tuesday : Skipping Second Period]]

<<if $gary > 50>>\ Traversing the twisting, narrow streets of the co-op can be somewhat confusing, so you make mental notes of several small landmarks on the way. Eventually you come to a door that looks remarkably similar to every other door you've passed, with the exception of some scrape marks near the deadbolt suggesting forced entry. Taking another quick look around, you reconsider, it's actually not as common as you initially thought. Gary pounds on the door as hard as he can for about thirty seconds before it's flung open. <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/mickey1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Mickey is several inches taller than you and Gary, with a shaved head and an overgrown goatee. He's wearing a stained wife-beater, and a pair of baggy cargo shorts. You would guess that he's Irish, with his brown hair, blue eyes, and lanky build. </body> @@color:gold;''"Who the FUCK is- ... G! HAAAWWW! wassup gangsta!?"''@@ He clasps hands with Gary, pulling him into a half embrace and slapping him on the back. You instantly detect the smell of weed and [["Who's the Man?" by House of Pain|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d2NZER0DCdI]] bumping in the room, which must be why Gary was knocking so hard. With that, Mickey turns his attention to eye you skeptically, @@color:gold;''"Who's your girlfriend?"''@@ You turn to look at Gary, ''"Really, man? Really??? This clown is the link?".'' Gary looks at you and Mickey both in irritation, then pushes the door fully open and shoves his way past Mickey into the building. You and Mickey keep eye contact as you follow in behind Gary, and hope you're not going to get arrested just for setting foot in this place. Sticking his head out the doorway, Mickey quickly looks left and right before slamming the door and bolting it shut. The room is a complete and utter pigsty, consisting of two ancient, duct-taped couches facing each other, and several stacks of milk crates serving as a coffee table. Other than that, the perimeter of the room is littered with empty bottles of booze and old fast food packaging. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"You got that thing?"''@@ Mickey lights up a three-paper joint and kicks back with his feet on the table, @@color:gold;''"What? Already? Have a seat boys, this buds on me! HAAWW HAAWW HAAWW"''@@ He bellows out with his obnoxious, donkey laugh. He pipes up again, having noticed the grass stains all over the both of you. @@color:gold;''"What happened to your clothes boys? wait.... I got it,"''@@ He inclines his head towards you and speaks a little softer @@color:gold;''"G tried to fuck you in the park didn't he?".''@@ You wrinkle your face up in disgust, snatching the joint out of his hand, ''"No, is that what you two usually do?".'' He looks angry with you at first, then erupts in annoying laughter @@color:gold;''"Well if you're not fuckin', you must be fightin', but I don't see you missing any teeth".''@@ ''"It was a draw...".'' @@color:gold;''"A draw? HAAWW! You and G fought to a draw? You must be slippin' G".''@@ Gary turns to face him as you pass him the joint. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Yeah, yeah, real cute... Can we skip the foreplay and get down to fucking already? Get my weed sack you fucking potato eater".''@@ Mickey looks at him blankly for a few seconds before you brashly interject, ''"Yeah, me too".'' He angrily turns his attention to you, seeming more offended by your comment than the racial slur made by Gary. With his voice dropping an octave, he points a bony finger at you menacingly, @@color:gold;''"Now you listen to me Sally, if you think for one fucking minute th-".''@@ @@color:cornflowerblue;''"I'll vouch for him"''@@ Interrupts Gary, drawing Mickey's attention back to him. For a moment it seems as if Mickey is going to fly off the handle on both of you, then his mouth opens wide in a laugh, @@color:gold;''"HAWWWWWWWW I'm just fucking with you boys!".''@@ ''"Yeah, just like your usual rendezvous in the park, huh?".'' He ignores your comment and flips the milk crate that his feet were resting on. It's full of individually packaged weed baggies, contained in larger ziplock bags. He pulls out 2 bags, throwing one to Gary and one to you. @@color:gold;''"Each bag is an ounce broken up into dime bags, they each weigh 1 gram-".''@@ <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/mickeyweed.jpg" width="500" height="300"></center> Gary stands up and starts walking out the door in the middle of the speech and you follow his lead. @@color:gold;''"AY! AY! Two bills by Monday, and that goes for both of you! Don't even think about trying to fuck me or-"''@@ @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Yeah, yeah, you'll get your money... See ya later //Mick//".''@@ Gary starts walking back to the park. ''//"Yo man, thanks for the link. I gotta get back to school though, I'll buck you later, cool?"//'' @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Yeah, laters".''@@ \ <<set $mickey = $mickey +5>>\ <<set $high = $high + 25>>\ <<set $weed = $weed + 28>>\ <<set $mickeydebt = 200>>\ <<print "Mickey Debt = 200">> <<print "Intoxication +25">> <<print "Weed +28">> <<elseif $gary < 50>> Traversing the twisting, narrow streets of the co-op can be somewhat confusing, so you make mental notes of several small landmarks on the way. Eventually you come to a door that looks remarkably similar to every other door you've passed, with the exception of some scrape marks near the deadbolt suggesting forced entry. Taking another quick look around, you reconsider, it's actually not as common as you initially thought. Gary pounds on the door as hard as he can for about 30 seconds before it's flung open. <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/mickey1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Mickey is several inches taller than you and Gary, with a shaved head and an overgrown goatee. He's wearing a stained wife-beater, and a pair of baggy cargo shorts. You would guess that he's Irish, with his brown hair, blue eyes, and lanky build. </body> @@color:gold;''"Who the FUCK is- ... G! HAAAWWW! wassup gangsta!?".''@@ He clasps hands with Gary, pulling him into a half embrace and slapping him on the back. You instantly detect the smell of weed and [["Who's the Man?" by House of Pain|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d2NZER0DCdI]] bumping in the room, which must be why Gary was knocking so hard. With that, Mickey turns his attention to eye you skeptically, @@color:gold;''"Who's your girlfriend?".''@@ You're not amused, but offer nothing in response but a sigh and an eyeroll. Gary looks at him in irritation, then pushes the door fully open and shoves his way past Mickey into the building. As you follow in behind Gary, Mickey slaps your ass and flashes you a yellow-toothed grin when you glare back at him. Sticking his head out the doorway, Mickey quickly looks left and right before slamming the door and bolting it shut. The room is a complete and utter pigsty, consisting of two ancient, duct-taped couches facing each other, and several stacks of milk crates serving as a coffee table. Other than that, the perimeter of the room is littered with empty bottles of booze and old fast food packaging. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"You got that thing?"''@@ Mickey lights up a three-paper joint and kicks back with his feet on the table, @@color:gold;''"What? Already? Have a seat, this buds on me! HAAWW HAAWW HAAWW".''@@ He bellows out with his obnoxious, donkey laugh. He pipes up again, having noticed the grass stains all over the both of you. @@color:gold;''"What happened to your clothes? wait.... I got it,"''@@ He moves to sit beside you, throwing his arm across your shoulders and speaking softly into your ear @@color:gold;''"He just fucked you in the park didn't he princess?".''@@ His stinking breath makes you turn your head away in disgust, ''"No"'' you mutter, looking to Gary for some kind of reprieve. Mickey sensually brings the joint up to your lips, @@color:gold;''"Shhh, wrap those pretty lips around this, baby".''@@ ''"Yo! what the fuck is your problem man?!".'' You say, knocking his arm off your shoulders and taking the joint from his hand. You quickly take your draws off the joint and are disgusted by the heavy taste of saliva, Mickey wet the end up really badly. Gary turns to face Mickey as you pass him the joint. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Can we skip the foreplay and get down to fucking already? Get my weed sack you fucking potato eater".''@@ Mickey looks at him blankly for a few seconds before you brashly interject, ''"Yeah, me too".'' He angrily turns his attention to you, seeming more offended by your comment than the racial slur made by Gary. With his voice dropping an octave, he points a bony finger at you menacingly, @@color:gold;''"Now you listen to me Sally, if you think for one fucking minute th-".''@@ @@color:cornflowerblue;''"I'll vouch for him"''@@ Interrupts Gary, drawing Mickey's attention back to him. For a moment it seems as if Mickey is going to fly off the handle on both of you, then his mouth opens wide in a laugh, @@color:gold;''"HAWWWWWWWW, no problem, no problem. I know your girlfriend is //good for it//. If you want it honey, you're gonna have to get it yourself, it's right here in my pocket".''@@ Tired of the games, you quickly shove your hand into his pocket and feel some kind of smooth object. It takes about two seconds for you to realise that you're running your hand along the length of his cock, which he slipped into a hole in his pocket. You flush bright red as you quickly yank your hand out of his pocket and onto your lap. @@color:gold;''"HAAWW HAWW HAWW!!!"''@@ @@color:cornflowerblue;''"YO DOG! Can I get my fucking HERRRB!? or fucking WHAAAT!?"''@@ Gary is fuming now, clearly having seen enough. Mickey flips over the milk crate that his feet were resting on. It's full of individually packaged weed baggies, contained in larger ziplock bags. He pulls out 2 bags, throwing one to Gary and one to you. @@color:gold;''"Each bag is an ounce broken up into dime bags, they each weigh 1 gram-".''@@ <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/mickeyweed.jpg" width="500" height="300"></center> Gary stands up and starts walking out the door in the middle of the speech and you follow his lead. Mickey guides you from behind with a hand on your lower back, which slips down to your right ass cheek, giving it a firm squeeze just as you cross the threshold. @@color:gold;''"AY! AY! Two bills by Monday, and that goes for both of you! Don't even think about trying to fuck me or-".''@@ @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Yeah, yeah, you'll get your money... See ya later //Mick//".''@@ Gary starts walking back to the park. ''"Yo man, I gotta get back to school, I'll buck you later, cool?"'' @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Yeah, laters".''@@ <<set $mickey = $mickey - 5>>\ <<set $high = $high + 25>>\ <<set $weed = $weed + 28>>\ <<set $mickeydebt = 200>>\ <<print "Mickey Debt = 200">> <<print "Intoxication +25">> <<print "Weed +28">> <</if>>\ [[go to class|Tuesday : Second Period]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/drama.jpg" width="581" height="280"></center> ''"Oh! No! I mean, YES! Yes I do!"'' You fumble out as your tongue twists into a pretzel at the prospect of getting this hot little chick alone. Her chipped smile returns instantly, now skipping even faster toward the very average looking two storey house in the distance. Soon, Bonnie is unlocking the front door and ushering you inside, shutting and bolting the door behind her. You're a bit surprised when Bonnie grabs your head and sticks her tongue in your mouth, but it's not too surprising given the circumstances. Wasting no time, you return her kiss while cradling your arms around her waist. Breaking off the kiss, Bonnie giggles mischievously, then leads you into a small adjacent room. @@color:orange;''"Here K,"''@@ She says, tossing you a pair of sweatpants and a tank top @@color:orange;''"Put these on, trust me, it will be way more comfortable. Then come to the den, it's just straight ahead from the front door."''@@ She nods her head curtly, and steps out of the room fully expecting you to comply without question. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/tanktop.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/sweatpants.jpg" width="220" height="220"></center> //''This is so weird... It'll be worth it though, I never moved this fast with a girl before, this could be it! Just play it cool, K...''// <<set $clothes = 2>> Quickly stripping down to your boxers, the tank top is a bit tight, but you manage to throw it on. The sweatpants are another story however, they're very tight, but somewhat elastic. Eventually, you manage to squeeze into the grey, skin tight pants and notice the way they accentuates your lower half. Most of all your rock hard package, pointed upward but straining to tent the sweats outward. Deciding this is probably exactly what she wants to see, you confidently stride out of the room. In entering the den, you see Bonnie on all fours, inserting a cassette into her VCR. She's wearing a huge t-shirt that fits her like a dress, her white and pink dotted panties on full display in this position. She giggles uncontrollably at your clothes and waves you over to join her on the floor. ''"What are we watching?"'' @@color:orange;''"Rocky!"''@@ She squeals in delight, clapping her hands and kicking her feet from her belly-down, prone position. ''"Rocky? Haha, I love rocky, is it part one?"'' @@color:orange;''"Noooo silly, the Rocky Horror Picture Show!"''@@ She announces, searching your eyes for recognition. When you don't respond, she gasps in shock, @@color:orange;''"You've never heard of Rocky???"''@@ ''"Well sure, I've HEARD of it, I just don't really know what it's about."'' @@color:orange;''"It's only the best movie EVER! heeheehee"''@@ She declares, pulling you down to your stomach right beside her. The carpet is very thick and plush, it feels great against your hard dick and it takes a conscious effort not to grind against it. You decide to spark up some conversation as you're waiting for the tape to rewind. ''"So, nice place you got here, ummm... I was wondering something, I hope it's not too forward of me, but how did you chip your tooth?".'' This causes Bonnie to pause for a second, her smile fading. @@color:orange;''"This guy I was with, he punched me"''@@ She pouts, frowning emphatically. ''"What!? How could anyone punch you?? What an asshole!"'' You begin to get angry now, ''"I would kick that guy's fucking ass if I ever saw him"'' You fume, clenching your fists and gritting your teeth. The tension is quashed immediately when Bonnie hugs your arm and swoons, @@color:orange;''"My hero!"''@@ she giggles, batting her eyelashes at you. @@color:orange;''"Wheeeeeee!"''@@ Exclaims Bonnie when the tape clanks to a halt, followed by her pressing play on the remote and tossing it behind her. The movie seems to be about a newly engaged couple who's car breaks down in the rain, forcing them to take refuge in a palace full of weirdos. Classic horror movie setup, but wait, they're breaking out into song, it's a musical! ''//Noooooooo!!//'' Your eyes fly open in surprise and you turn your head to Bonnie ''"Seriously? A musical??".'' She laughs in response and sings along @@color:orange;''"Leeet's dooo the tiiime waaarp agaaaaaain!! heeheehee".''@@ Your irritation is soon lifted by the view you have down Bonnie's shirt at the moment. She snuggles up closer to you, intertwining one of her legs into yours. Your dick absolutely throbs against the carpet now. Tim Curry's character in the movie, Dr. Frank-N-Furter, is revealed to be a transsexual, making the movie even weirder than you originally thought. The tape is very old and it seems to be cutting in and out a bit with odd pictures flashing quickly on the screen. Maybe it's not the tape, that's probably what the director intended with how strange this movie is. At this point in the film, Dr. Frank has snuck into the young bride's bedroom and is attempting to seduce her while her husband is off in another rooom. It's actually kind of rapey and you're not sure how you feel about it. Bonnie's leg now stretches all the way across your body and she climbs up onto your back, laying down flat against you. It feels incredibly good to feel her warmth on your back as you watch the movie with your hands flat on the ground beneath your chin. Her added weight is causing even more pressure on your dick that's getting crushed into the soft carpet. [[Keep watching the film|Tuesday : Second Period : Submit to Bonnie]] <<if $dom > 0>> [[Turn the tables on Bonnie and make your move|Tuesday : Second Period : Fight Bonnie]] <</if>>

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/minimall.jpg" width="800" height="300"></center> <<set $clothes = 1>> Walking over to the mini-mall, you see students milling about, eating slices of pizza and yapping away. You quickly scan the crowd for possibilities <<if $money >= 5>>\ Go to the [[Pizza|Tuesday : Lunch : Pizza]] place. <</if>> <<if $sam == 55>>\ You remember that [[Sam|Tuesday : Lunch : Sam]] suggested you should go and see him at lunch. He didn't say why, but you can guess that it's to smoke another joint over by the community centre. <</if>>\ <<if $ivan == 55 && $roh == 0 && $jain == 0>>\ [[Ivan|Tuesday : Lunch : Ivan]] did mention that he would like you to check out his new campaign, and he's always holed up in that alcove under the stairs. <</if>>\ <<if $fats == 50 and $money > 0>>\ Go see [[Fats|Tuesday : Lunch : Buy some weed from Fats]], the local drugdealer in the area. <</if>> [[Go to Class|Tuesday : Gym Class]]

<<set $int = $int + 5>>\ Ignoring Amy for the time being, you buckle down and focus on the lesson. Near the end of the period, your teacher decides to lighten the mood by playing some math puzzle type of games. You always learn best when the information is packaged in game form, so you manage to absorb some useful information from the lesson. <<print "Intelligence +5">> [[Go to your next class|Tuesday : Second Period]]

<<set $sam = $sam +5>>\ <<set $high = $high +25>>\ The walk to the community center is very short, just a few minutes from the minimall. The thick smell of chlorine fills your nostrils as you pass by the indoor pool and out the rear entrance to the smokers hangout. Sure enough, there's Sam, and he's in a heated argument with Alan, a guy he grew up with. <body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/alan.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Alan is east Indian, dark hair and eyes, and with a similar build to Sam. His one distinguishing feature is a huge set of lips, which made him the local beat-boxing champion, but also earned him the unenviable nickname "Congo". </body> You don't have time to understand what they're arguing about because it bursts into a wrestling match as soon as you clear the doorway. ''"Yo!"'' You say, hoping to get their attention, but you have no success, as they continue to grapple with each other. They manage to trip each other, their bodies now intertwined on the ground as they grunt with effort. You sigh heavily and decide to let them tire themselves out. It isn't long before Sam manages to get Alan's back and put him into a neck-crank. @@color:cyan;''"Yo! Chill-chill-chill"''@@ Begs Alan. Sam smiles, pushing down against Alan's head as he stands up (rubbing his face into the dirt a little bit). @@color:green;''"Sup K, enjoying the show?"''@@ ''"Oh yeah, real slick, it's not like you two idiots are getting into it every single day..."'' @@color:green;''"Haha, fuck you..."''@@ He smiles, as he retrieves a joint from his metal cigarette case. Alan stands up, rubbing the dirt from his eyes @@color:cyan;''"Fuckin bitch... You're lucky I fucked my knee up last week or I'd be stomping your bitch ass into the dirt".''@@ Sam gives him a sideways glance and punches him playfully in the shoulder, which Alan returns immediately at double the force. Not to be outdone, Sam turn to face him and they break out into a slapfight, which then evolves into an upper body grappling match. ''"YO! .... YOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"'' You yell, pushing both of them into the wall from the side. They stop to look at you for a second and you use the opening to grab the joint before it gets destroyed. ''"Here's an idea, I'll smoke this shit while you two continue to grope each other... cool?".'' As you light it up and take your draws, the skunky smell seems to have tamed the beast in them, as they wait eagerly for their turns. The three of you discuss rap music and girls at the school until the joint disappears. In the distance, you faintly hear the school bell ring and you all begin to head in that direction. <<print "Intoxication +25">> [[Go to class|Tuesday : Gym Class]]

You quickly make your way over to Ivan's alcove and find him, once again, engrossed in his monster compendium. Without a word, you plop yourself down beside him and catch a glimpse of a succubus before he jumps in surprise and slams the book shut. @@color:cyan;''"Oh, err.. Hey Kev"''@@ ''"Hehe, hey, so what's all this about a new campaign?"'' @@color:cyan;''"Oh yeah!"''@@ Ivan lights up pleasantly, then begins to shuffle though his backpack, withdrawing maps, figures, character sheets and dice. @@color:cyan;''"Ok, pick a character, and I'll control the other one as an NPC, but don't expect them to be too proactive as far as the quest goes..."''@@ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/roh1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ @@color:cyan;''"You can be''@@ [[Roh the Impaler|Tuesday : Roh the impaler]]@@color:cyan;'', a massive half-orc barbarian with a penchant for strong drink and... well... impaling things".''@@ </body> <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jain1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ @@color:cyan;''"Or,''@@ [[Jain the light|Tuesday : Jain the light]]@@color:cyan;'', an elven cleric who's power derives from her piety and purity of heart."''@@ </body>

<body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/fats1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Everyone knows Fats, he goes to your school (when he feels like it) and he always has weed for sale. The nickname is well deserved, as he's a few inches taller than you, but weighs at least 300 pounds. He's kind of a rocker with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tight leather jacket that he always wears. </body> <<if $weed > 0>>\ Even though you already have a fat sack of weed, Fats always has a different flavour for you to try. And besides, the more links you have, the better off you are when things run dry. <</if>>\ \ You know his house in the co-op very well and it's not long before you're knocking on his door. No answer. This is typical of Fats, he's probably oversleeping as usual. Finding the door unlocked, you walk in and go up the stairs towards Fats' room. Slowly cracking the door open, hoping not to wake him if you can help it, you see something you weren't expecting. <<if $dom > 0>>\ You see Fats laying on his back with headphones on and jerking on his average length, girthy dick. Sighing, you slowly walk into Fats' field of view and raise your arms to the side, questioningly. This causes Fats to pull the blanket over himself and throw off his headphones all in one motion. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"What the fuck K!? Can I get some privacy over here, guy?".''@@ ''"Oh, my bad... I didn't know you were training in here and wrestling the bald-headed champ".'' @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Fuck off..".''@@ He puffs, quickly donning his ripped jeans and throwing on a black T-shirt. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Alright guy, what's so fucking important that you have to wake me up early in the morning".''@@ You stare at him blankly ''"It's noon Fats...".'' @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Noon!? Fuck! Look, I got shit to do guy, whatchu need?".''@@ ''"Gimme a ten-piece, yo".'' Fat's reaches into his pocket and flings a small baggie you, which you dodge in disgust, watching it hit the floor. ''"YO MAN! You better wash your fuckin hands before your dick fingers hand me anything, dog... The fuck is wrong with you?".'' @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Yeah, yeah... I'll be right out, Mr. sensitive".''@@ You take a seat on one of the chairs in the kitchen and have a look around the house. It's a very well kempt place, if a little quaint with regard to the colours and style of furniture. There are many pictures on the walls, one of Fats' younger sister Barb, and you think she must be adopted. She has the same hair and eye colour as Fats, but she's incredibly slender and pretty. She goes to the Catholic school down the street which is why you rarely see her. You're woken from your trance by a baggie sliding across the counter. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Don't get any thoughts about my sister, guy... I'll have to jack you up like the last fool who tried to fuck around".''@@ ''"You jacked him up? Sure you didn't jack him off?".'' This flushes Fats' face in what you guess is both anger and embarrassment. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"That's not funny... Don't tell anyone about that shit, guy..".''@@ ''"Haha, don't worry my man, we're good".'' You say, slapping a ten dollar bill on the table and grabbing your weed before heading down the stairs and out the door. <<set $money = $money -10>>\ <<set $weed = $weed +1>>\ <<set $fats = $fats +5>> <<print "Money -10">> <<print "Weed +1">> <<elseif $dom == 0>>\ <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/fatsjerk.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ You see Fats laying on his back with headphones on, but as your eyes scan further down his body, you can see his dick in his hand. You freeze on the spot examining his average length, girthy cock as he slowls strokes it up and down. The bulbous head looks like a gladiator's helmet, flaring outward as it becomes engorged with blood from his methodical milking. The shaft is so fat and veiny that he can barely get his hand around it, and his heavy balls begin to jostle around as he increases the pace. With a gutteral grunt, Fats thrusts his hips into the air as a big glob of cum arcs into the air landing on his belly. Several more thick ropes of cum end up on his stomach, causing your dick to unwillingly throb with excitement. You eyes move back up to Fats' face, only to find him looking right in your eyes, having noticed that both the door and your mouth are hanging open. You quickly shut your jaw and the door, in that order, and slink off to the kitchen. You take a seat on one of the chairs in the kitchen and have a look around the house. It's a very well kempt place, if a little quaint with regard to the colours and style of furniture. There are many pictures on the walls, one of Fats' younger sister Barb, and you think she must be adopted. She has the same hair and eye colour as Fats, but she's incredibly slender and pretty. She goes to the Catholic school down the street which is why you rarely see her. You're woken from your trance by Fats standing directly behind you @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Sup?".''@@ He says, now sporting nothing but a pair of bulging boxer shorts and leering at you knowingly. ''"Uhhh, ummm, can I get a ten-piece Fats?".'' You mewl out, spinning around in your seat to face him warily. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Let's see the money".''@@ He fires back, as you avert your eyes and quickly start to dig in your pocket. Your attention is broken as Fats take a hold of your chin, raising your face to look up into his eyes. You can smell the semen residue still on his hand as he bends in closely to speak very slowly and deliberately @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"You didn't see anything in there, now did you?".''@@ The look of fear in your eyes and the rapid shaking of your head convinces him, as he lets go of your chin and gently slaps your cheek, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Good boy".''@@ You stand up, placing your money on the table, and Fats pushes a slightly sticky baggie into your palm. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Now fuck off, I got shit to do, guy".''@@ Without a word, you're quickly going down the stairs and out the front door while scrubbing at your face with the sleeve of your sweater. <<set $money = $money -10>>\ <<set $weed = $weed +1>>\ <<set $fats = $fats -5>> <<print "Money -10">> <<print "Weed +1">> <</if>> [[Go to Class|Tuesday : Gym Class]]

Without giving it much thought, you snatch the Barbarian character sheet. Quickly skimming over the stats and equipment, you're quite satisfied with the character you chose, he's a badass. The picture shows a huge green-skinned Half-orc wielding a large axe. His tight grip on the weapon forces ropes of muscle to bulge out of his already ridiculous bodybuilder physique. Ivan is checking over the other character sheet, seemingly making sure that everything is correct. He begins to explain some of the rules and limitations he's put on this campaign before relating the background and introduction of the quest. @@color:cyan;''"Ok, the local Baron has heard complaints from one of his small hamlets. Some of the animals began to disappear without a trace, and now there is report of a young girl having gone missing. You and Jain have been chosen to discover the root of this problem and put a stop to it... Oh, and they're behind on their taxes, so collect the money before you come back."''@@ ''"That sounds like the start to every single campaign I've ever heard..."'' @@color:cyan;''"Come on Kev, gimme a break, it get's better, ok? sheesh."''@@ ''"Alright, well, I'm not going on any adventure without some booze in my belly! Come on Jain, let's get you sauced up"'' You husk out with a grin. @@color:cyan;''"ohhh nooo"''@@ Says Ivan in a feminine voice @@color:cyan;''"I don't think it would be proper for a lady of the light to imbibe alcohol"''@@ Just then, a figure steps out in front of you in the alcove. You recognize him as Will, a heavily muscled jock who likes to pick on smaller kids. @@color:slateblue;''"What the fuck are you two fags doing down here? Making out? HAHAHAHA!"''@@ Neither of you move, or deign to answer this meathead. He continues, @@color:slateblue;''"I thought I heard a chick, which one of you has a pussy? I want to fuck!".''@@ Will whips the character sheet out of your hand and gives the picture a glance before laughing and letting it fall to the floor. @@color:slateblue;''"Dungeons and Dragons? Wow, you guys really are nerds"''@@ He jeers, before grabbing Ivan's character sheet and seeing the beautiful elf girl in the picture. @@color:slateblue;''"Fuck yeah! This is you, huh?"''@@ When he doesn't get an answer, he pushes the page against Ivan's face with the picture outward and grabs his ankles. Probably out of sheer terror, Ivan goes completely limp and doesn't resist the bully. Will lifts his lower body into the air by his ankles, bringing him up to crotch level and pushes his pelvis against Ivan. He begins to thrust against Ivan's ass with a slow but firm rhythm. @@color:slateblue;''"Oh fuck, you would fit me just fine, Ahhhhhh... Moan for me baby".''@@ Ivan doesn't show any kind of reaction and gives no response. @@color:slateblue;''"I said MOAN BITCH!"''@@ Bellows Will, as he starts hammering at Ivan as hard as he can. Ivan cries out in pain, but his howl is intermittent because of the impacts to his body @@color:cyan;''"AHHHH-AH-AH-AH-AH"''@@ This seems to satisfy Will, as he pushes as hard as he can against Ivan and pretends to have an orgasm @@color:slateblue;''"YEAAAHHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHHH"''@@ With this, he drops Ivan to the ground and turns to blow you a kiss before walking off like nothing happened. You seem to spring back to reality at this point and wonder why you didn't do anything to intervene. ''//Oh yeah... He would have broken me in half with his pinky finger//''. Ivan still hasn't moved or said a word, so you peel the paper off his face and see that he's just looking at the ground sullenly. ''"Come on man, don't sweat it too much, Will could do that to anyone he wants".'' No reply. ''"He a roided up meathead bully! By the time you're a billionaire executive, he's gonna have a beer belly and pumping your gas for you".'' This seems to improve Ivan's move slightly, and he get's back up to a sitting position and begins collecting his figurines that were knocked over. ''"That's it buddy, I mean, the guy's a fucking asshole!".'' Ivan raises a hand cutting you off, @@color:cyan;''"Please... Don't use the words "fucking" and "asshole" in the same sentence ever again..."''@@ You bust out laughing and clap him on the shoulder just as the bell rings. Getting to your feet, you help Ivan collect the gaming gear, then you take Ivan's hand and help him up too. ''"I gotta go man, don't let that shit bother you"'' you say as you get ready to find your next class. @@color:cyan;''"Kev!"''@@ You turn to look at him and he smiles at you warmly, @@color:cyan;''"Thanks".''@@ You smile and walk out of the alcove. <<set $roh = $roh + 1>> [[Go to Class|Tuesday : Gym Class]]

Looking at the two character sheets, you would normally just go with the fighter class, but the picture of Jain is absolutely beautiful. The hand holding Roh drops to your side as you examine the stunning cleric girl, which Ivan accepts as your decision, taking the other character sheet out of your hand. Ivan is checking over the other character sheet, seemingly making sure that everything is correct. He begins to explain some of the rules and limitations he's put on this campaign before relating the background and introduction of the quest. @@color:cyan;''"Ok, the local Baron has heard complaints from one of his small hamlets. Some of the animals began to disappear without a trace, and now there is report of a young girl having gone missing. You and Roh have been chosen to discover the root of this problem and put a stop to it... Oh, and they're behind on their taxes, so collect the money before you come back."''@@ ''"That sounds like the start to every single campaign I've ever heard..."'' @@color:cyan;''"Come on Kev, gimme a break, it get's better, ok? sheesh."''@@ @@color:cyan;''"Alright, well, I'm not going on any adventure without some booze in my belly! Come on Jain, let's get you sauced up"''@@ Ivan husks out with a grin. ''"ohhh nooo"'' You say in a feminine voice ''"I don't think it would be proper for a lady of the light to imbibe alcohol"'' Just then, a figure steps out in front of you in the alcove. You recognize him as Will, a heavily muscled jock who likes to pick on smaller kids. @@color:slateblue;''"What the fuck are you two fags doing down here? Making out? HAHAHAHA!"''@@ Neither of you move, or deign to answer this meathead. He continues, @@color:slateblue;''"I thought I heard a chick, which one of you has a pussy? I want to fuck!".''@@ Will whips the character sheet out of Ivan's hand and gives the picture a glance before laughing and letting it fall to the floor. @@color:slateblue;''"Dungeons and Dragons? Wow, you guys really are nerds"''@@ He jeers, before grabbing your character sheet and seeing the beautiful elf girl in the picture. @@color:slateblue;''"Fuck yeah! This is you, huh?"''@@ When he doesn't get an answer, he pushes the page against your face with the picture outward and grabs your ankles. Probably out of sheer terror, you go completely limp and don't resist the bully. Will lifts your lower body into the air by your ankles, bringing you up to crotch level and pushes his pelvis against you. The long, hard shaft pressed between your asscheeks betrays that he's excited, not to mention HUGE. He begins to thrust against your ass with a slow but firm rhythm. @@color:slateblue;''"Oh fuck, you would fit me just fine, Ahhhhhh... Moan for me baby".''@@ You hesitate to respond, your head swimming as the stimulation begins to force some blood into your dick. @@color:slateblue;''"I said MOAN BITCH!"''@@ Bellows Will, as he starts hammering at you as hard as he can. You cry out in pain, but your howl is intermittent because of the impacts to your body ''"AHHHH-AH-AH-AH-AH"'' This seems to satisfy Will, as he pushes as hard as he can against your ass and pretends to have an orgasm @@color:slateblue;''"YEAAAHHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHHH"''@@ With this, he drops you to the ground and turns to blow Ivan a kiss before walking off like nothing happened. You lay there stunned, the arousal you felt from being humiliated by Will came as a huge surprise, as you're now at full mast. The paper, stuck to your face by sweat, hides the red flush in your cheeks as your mind drifts back to the sensation of his big cock against your ass. You are engulfed by feelings of inadequacy that have you nearly on the brink of tears. You still haven't moved or said a word, so Ivan peels the paper off your face, only to find that you're looking at the ground sullenly. @@color:cyan;''"Come on man, don't sweat it too much, Will could do that to anyone he wants".''@@ You don't reply. @@color:cyan;''"He's a roided up meathead bully! By the time you're a billionaire executive, he's gonna have a beer belly and pumping your gas for you".''@@ This seems to improve your mood slightly, and you begin to help Ivan collect his figurines that were knocked over. @@color:cyan;''"That's it buddy, I mean, the guy's a fucking asshole!".''@@ You raise a hand cutting him off, ''"Please... Don't use the words "fucking" and "asshole" in the same sentence ever again..."'' He bust out laughing and claps you on the shoulder just as the bell rings. Getting to his feet, Ivan collects the gaming gear, then he takes your hand and helps you up too. @@color:cyan;''"I gotta go man, don't let that shit bother you"''@@ He says, as he gets ready for his next class. ''"Ivan!"'' He turns to look at you and you smile at him warmly, ''"Thanks".'' He smiles back and walks out of the alcove. <<set $jain = $jain + 1>>\ <<set $masc = $masc -5>>\ <<set $sub = $sub +5>> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <<print "Submission +5">> [[Go to Class|Tuesday : Gym Class]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/gym.jpg" width="580" height="278"></center> As you head for your final class of the day, thoughts of Will haunt your mind and nervous system. The very smell of sweat emanating from the change room has you slightly on edge. Showing up late as always, you find the room nearly empty. Quickly throwing on your gym clothes, you head back out to the main gym floor. //''Maybe I should just give the weight room a miss and play some ball for a change''// Just as the thought runs through your head, a shoving match on the court turns into a minor brawl. The coach's whistle rings out frantically as he tries to pry the boys apart. //''No thanks... At least there's only one Will to worry about in the weight room''// Resigning yourself to your fate, you push open the door and nonchalantly walk into the weight room. The first thing that strikes you is the lack of tension in the room, and a quick scan of the area explains it - Will is missing. A smile touches your lips as you head right for your beloved leg press machine. Some of the boys discuss video games while you methodically pump the stack up and down, never locking your knees in place. There's a kind of serenity to exercise, deleting stress by directing your energy to a meaningful purpose. Sooner than you thought possible, the bell sounds, and the boys rush excitedly toward the change room. Walking slowly on your fatigued legs, you follow in behind the last boy and find yourself a vacant bench. The kids are all standing around in various states of undress, so you avert your eyes as protocol demands. Putting your street clothes back on, you stand and walk slowly out of the change room satisfied by your workout. <<set $str = $str + 5>> <<print "Strength +5">> [[Get ready to leave school|Tuesday : After School]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/locker.jpg" width="800" height="300"></center> Swinging by your locker, you take out your bag and start heading for the rear entrance to find your car. <<if $kate == 55 or $kate == 45>> Nearing the rear exit, you spot [[Kate.|Tuesday : After School : Kate]] looking through her purse, this would be a great chance to sneak up on her and work your magic. <</if>>\ <<if $jan == 55 or $jan == 45>> Nearing the rear exit, you spot [[Jan.|Tuesday : After School : Jan]] standing idly, this time without her retinue of followers who seem determined to make your life difficult. This is the perfect opportunity to make some headway in your relationship. <</if>> You decide to [[head home early|Tuesday : Night : Home]]

You creep up right behind Kate, the sound of the other students masking your approach. Looking over her shoulder and catching a whiff of her sweet perfume, you announce your arrival. ''"Need some help?".'' You offer, which causes her to gasp and spin around to face you warily. Her eye's narrow to slits when she sees the goofy grin on your face, knowing that you meant to startle her. @@color:pink;''"You jerk!".''@@ She squeaks, as she begins to rain blows upon you with her little fists. You cover yourself against her assault, but the smile on your face seems to annoy her further, and spurs her on to start trying to kick you as well. ''"Ok, ok, you win!".'' You concede, as she huffs and puffs, glaring at you with an angry pouting face. ''//She looks so damn cute when she gets angry...//'' You observe. ''"Alright, what's it gonna take for you to forgive me, huh?".'' Her anger seems to melt away as she takes a step closer to you, proudly extending her hand out toward you, palm up. @@color:pink;''"I think I deserve a present for dealing with your bullshit all the time, K".''@@ Looking around to see if anyone is watching, you gently help her lower her hand, explaining ''"Yo, hold it down, that's bait, let's go somewhere with less eyes".'' @@color:pink;''"Fine,"''@@ she grumbles, taking you by the wrist and dragging you towards the girl's bathroom. You're trying to look in all directions at once as she flings the door open and ushers you into the room. A quick scan of the area proves that the bathroom is vacant, though Kate continues tugging at you until you're both in one of the stalls as she locks the door behind you. @@color:pink;''"Present time!".''@@ She announces cheerily, looking at you expectantly. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/girlswr.jpg" width="600" height="400"></center> <<if $weed == 0>>\ You dig into your pocket and pull out a five dollar bill, ''"Alright, here you go, the next spliff is on me".'' @@color:pink;''"Yaaaaaay!".''@@ She celebrates, taking the bill from your hand and leaping into your arms, giggling. <<set $money = $money - 5>> <<print "Money -5">> <</if>>\ <<if $weed > 0>> You dig into your pocket and pull out a little bag of weed, dangling it in front of her like a dirt farmer dangles a carrot in front of a mule. @@color:pink;''"Yaaaaaay!".''@@ She celebrates, taking the bag from your hand and leaping into your arms, giggling. <<set $weed = $weed - 1>> <<print "Weed -1">> <</if>> Her body presses against yours, both hands resting on your pecs, with one of her legs raised up behind her like a flamingo. You bristle at her touch as she looks up at you, which brings her slightly open mouth very close to your own. For a moment, you both pause, looking dumbly into each other's eyes. <<if $kate == 45>> Thoughts of Gino begin to creep into your mind, as well as thoughts of what life would be like in a full body cast. Kate apparently isn't thinking of Gino, as she closes the distance and pushes her mouth against yours. She forcefully pushes your back flat against the wall of the bathroom stall. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katesubschool.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ ''"Mmppphhh, Kate, I -mmpphh".'' You try and speak in between kisses, but Kate isn't having it, her hand firmly grasping your cock through your clothes. Your mouth gapes open in ecstasy, and Kate takes the opportunity to shove her tongue down your throat in response. Wrapping your arms around her body, you hold her gently and submit to her ministrations. There's not much room for your tongue to maneuver, so you end up mostly just sucking her tongue as it slithers in and out of your mouth. Kate begins to whimper urgently, picking up the pace on your cock and humping her body against yours. This level of stimulation puts you near the edge, moaning loudly as Kate breaks off the kiss and breaths into your ear, @@color:pink;''"AHH! Fuuuuuuuck yeahhhhhhhhh".''@@ ''"Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Kaaaaaaaaaaate! ngghhhhh ... nggghhhh".'' You convulse as she violently milks your dick into your pants, her tongue flicking at your ear. There's nothing you can do but moan, as spurt after spurt of your cum fills up in your underwear, and Kate's handjob begins to taper off. Taking a step back and examining her clothing for traces of cum, Kate looks back at the stain on the front of your pants and giggles. @@color:pink;''"Thanks for the present K, I hope you enjoy yours too. Just don't unwrap it until you get home".''@@ She jests, swaying her sexy ass as she walks out of the bathroom without another word. You slump down into a squatting position in the stall, panting in exhaustion. ''//Holy shit... holy shit... That girl is amazing, but crazy, bat-shit fucking crazy!//''. Carrying your bag right in front of your crotch to conceal the stain, you head out back to your car. Starting up the engine, music blares loudly, causing you to falter slightly as you back out of the space and head for home. <<set $kate = $kate - 5>>\ <<set $katesub = 1>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<set $sub = $sub + 5 >> <<print "Masculinity - 5">> <<print "Submission + 5">> <</if>>\ <<if $kate == 55>> Thoughts of Gino begin to creep into your mind, as well as thoughts of what life would be like in a full body cast. ''//Fuck Gino...//'' You decide, as you closes the distance and push your mouth against hers, while pushing her back flat against the wall of the bathroom stall. @@color:pink;''"Mmppphhh, K, I -mmpphh".''@@ She tries to speak in between kisses, but you're not having it, your hand firmly pressing against her pussy through her clothes. Her mouth gapes open in ecstasy, and you take the opportunity to shove your tongue down her throat in response. Wrapping her arms around your shoulders, she holds you gently and submits to your ministrations. There's not much room for her tongue to maneuver, so she ends up mostly just sucking your tongue as you slide it in and out of her mouth. Kate begins to whimper urgently, as you replace your hand with your throbbing cock against her pussy, humping her briskly. This level of stimulation puts her near the edge, moaning loudly as you break off the kiss and grab her legs, hoisting her into the air, ''"GRRRRRRRRRRRR"'', you growl dominantly. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katedomschool.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ @@color:pink;''"Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Kaaaaaaaaaaayyy! AAAHHHHHH!!".''@@ She convulses as you savagely ragdoll her, ramming her pussy over her clothes, your hands gripping her ass tightly. There's nothing she can do but moan, as she cums in her panties with your bulge grinding against her. Feeling right on the brink yourself, you decide to stop before you cream your pants. Lowering her down on the toilet to recover, you admire how cute Kate looks as she takes small gulps of air and wipes at the sweat on her brow. ''"I hope you enjoyed your present, you got the bonus plan, honey".'' She smiles up at you shyly and opens her mouth, puffing out a soundless laugh. You give her a masculine chortle and wink suavely before walking out of the stall. Catching your reflection in the mirror, you raise your arms and flex at yourself, ''//RAAAAAWWWWRRR! HAAAAA!//'' Throwing open the door, you don't care if anyone sees you walking out of the girls bathroom at this point. You strut proudly, head held high, as you exit out the back of the building and step into your car. Starting up the engine, you switch tapes, popping in [["Ice Cream" by Raekwon|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jgh10of6DKA]]. You start to rap along with the song boisterously as you drive off. <<set $kate = $kate + 5>>\ <<set $katedom = 1>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5 >> <<print "Masculinity + 5">> <<print "Dominance + 5">> <</if>>\ [[Drive home|Tuesday : Night : Home]]

<<if $jan == 45>>\ You walk up to Jan with a friendly wave and a smile. ''"Hey Jan, sorry about earlier, I was just-".'' @@color:crimson;''"pffft, wow..."''@@ She interrupts. ''"What?".'' @@color:crimson;''"Oh I dunno, you coming over here to apologize after I humiliated you. That's pretty pathetic, don't you think?".''@@ You don't reply, but just study her face for a moment. @@color:crimson;''"Don't you have any balls?? I make a fool out of you in front of everyone, and here you are, hat in hand, looking to kiss my fucking ass".''@@ She laughs haughtily. This causes you to stiffen your back, you take a step forward, pointing your finger at her as you begin to speak sternly ''"Listen Jan! Don't act like I'm some kind of fucki-AAAAAAHHHH".'' You wail, as Jan grabs you by the ear and drags you into the girl's bathroom. Flinging you into one of the stalls, she follows you in and locks the door behind her. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/girlswr.jpg" width="600" height="400"></center> @@color:crimson;''"NO!".''@@ She growls, grabbing you by the chin, @@color:crimson;''"YOU Listen! I know all about how you dream of my perfect body. How you tug on your little pecker at night thinking about me... don't you?".''@@ She leers, bringing her face close to yours. You want to admit to her that it's true, you want to lean in and kiss her beautiful lips right now, you want- ''"NNNNNNGGGHHHHH"'' You crumple to the ground as her bony knee connects sharply with your groin. A debilitating pain shoots through your legs as you clutch at your aching testicles, Jan's hollow laugh echoing in your ears once again. @@color:crimson;''"You perverted little weasel! How dare you fantasize about me without my permission!?".''@@ She scolds. Anger begins to burn within you, primed by her non-stop abuse. @@color:crimson;''"But you took your punishment like a good boy, and I'm ready to accept your apology".''@@ She says in a milder tone of voice and you hear a zipper being opened. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jansubschool.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ Your attention is drawn away from your throbbing testicles for a moment, looking up to see Jan bending over and seductively sliding her pants and underwear down below her ass. @@color:crimson;''"You came here to kiss my ass didn't you? Well pucker up, buttercup".''@@ Although her ass is small, it's perfectly proportional to her lithe frame, and toned enough to look carved out of marble. @@color:crimson;''"And I don't want to feel your greasy fingers on my body, it's gonna be all lips and ass, you hear me?".''@@ You're mesmerized by the sight of her tiny hairless pussy, it's so delicate and majestic that you would guess she was still a virgin. @@color:crimson;''"KEVIN!".''@@ She yells, causing you to look up, seeing her head turned to glare at you with fire behind her eyes. @@color:crimson;''"Kiss - My - Ass ... NOW!".''@@ She commands. Leaning in with your hands still holding your balls, you wet your lips and press them gently against her perfect ass. @@color:crimson;''"That's right, boy. Now say you're sorry".''@@ ''"I'm sorry Jan".'' You promise, intoxicated by the aroma of her vagina as you prostrate yourself before this beautiful, bratty goddess. @@color:crimson;''"meh, sowwy Jaaaan".''@@ She mocks, @@color:crimson;''"Don't get overexcited about it or anything...".''@@ She adds sarcastically, as she pushes your face away and stands to replace her clothing. Jan turns around to find you still on your knees, she grabs your chin again, this time pressing her foot against your sore balls. @@color:crimson;''"Don't you know how lucky you are for getting to kiss my ass? You should probably thank me, shouldn't you?".''@@ She suggests, pressing down harder onto your balls. ''"AAAHHH!! Yes Jan! Thank you Jan!".'' You plead, hoping she will spare your poor balls any more abuse, and so she does. @@color:crimson;''"Good boy!".''@@ Encourages Jan, ruffling your hair and floating out of the bathroom like an angel. Regaining your composure, you cradle your balls and try to wrap your brain around what just happened. ''//I just kissed Jan's bare ass in the toilet, and thanked her for it, what's wrong with me?//'' The image of Jan's heavenly ass and pussy floats back into your mind instantly, ''//Ahhhh, that ass though...//'' You carefully get back to your feet and make your way to the parking lot to find your car. Starting up the engine, music blares loudly, causing you to falter slightly as you back out of the space and head for home. <<set $jan = $jan - 5>>\ <<set $jansub = 1>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<set $sub = $sub + 5>> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <<print "Submission +5">> <</if>>\ <<if $jan == 55>> There's a confident smile on your face as you approach Jan, she turns to look at you skeptically. ''"Wow, Jan, did you go to a salon at lunch?".'' she raises an eyebrow quizzically. ''"No seriously, you look even better than you did this morning"'', you lean in closer ''"Come on, what's your secret?".'' @@color:crimson;''"Hmmph! ...Fresh...".''@@ She dismisses, but you can tell that it did stroke her ego slightly. ''"What are you doing here all alone?".'' @@color:crimson;''"I'm waiting for my ride... If it EVER shows up".''@@ Jan flusters. ''"What!? I can't believe anyone would keep you waiting Jan, can I give you a lift?".'' You offer. She looks at you appraisingly for a moment before answering, @@color:crimson;''"Yes, yes I think you should ta- WAAAHH!".''@@ She yelps as you scoop her up into your arms like a newlywed bride. @@color:crimson;''"I didn't mean you should pick me up, pea-brain!".''@@ Complains Jan, but you pretend not to notice, carrying her out the door (which you kick open) and over to your humble vehicle. <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jandomschool.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ Opening the passenger side door for her, you begin to panic, realizing that your car is an absolute disaster area. Thinking on your feet, you gallantly remove your sweater and place it over the garbage rolling around the floor mat. Taking her hand in yours, you lead her into her seat ''"My lady"'' You flourish with a bow. Jan climbs into the seat and you hurry over to ther driver's side to join her in the car, starting the engine quickly. As the music begins to blast, you quickly lower it, flashing Jan a smile and pulling out of the school parking lot. The conversation is sparse to begin with, short of Jan giving you directions to her house. You break the silence with a question, ''"So tell me Jan, how is it that you haven't picked a suitor yet? They must be breaking down your door vying for your attention".'' @@color:crimson;''"Peons!".''@@ She retorts, @@color:crimson;''"Uncouth peasants, the lot of them!".''@@ ''"When you're right, you're right, Jan. And you're seldom wrong".'' @@color:crimson;''"You seem different to me Kevin, but I'm still trying to decide if you're just full of shit like everyone else and trying to get into my pants".''@@ She turns to look at you, @@color:crimson;''"Which you NEVER will, I hope that's clear".''@@ Chuckling in agreement, you reassure her ''"Of course not Jan, I wouldn't dream of imposing on your sensibilities".'' @@color:crimson;''"So why is it that you're so //interested// in me, Kevin?".''@@ She quickly adds, waiting hawkishly for a response to an obvious trap question. You waste no time in answering, ''"I wouldn't lie to you Jan,"'' you promise ''"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life and I almost have no choice in being drawn to you".'' That was a risk, frank honesty can either go really well, or really badly with women. She considers you for a moment, @@color:crimson;''"Yes... Yes, I believe you, and I appreciate your honesty, Kevin".''@@ ''//SCORE!!!//'' Jan seems to loosen up and talk more freely with you for the rest of the drive, mostly relating the exploits of some of the other girls at school. You nod your head and smile as //"Radio Jan"// goes into coast-to-coast mode with the gossip. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/janhome.jpg" width="500" height="300"></center> The neighborhood that Jan lives in is absolutely beautiful, all the houses are mansions, with gates and circular driveways. @@color:crimson;''"It's the next one on the right, just pull up to the speakerphone on the driveway".''@@ Instructs Jan, and you comply. //BUZZ Can I help you?// @@color:crimson;''"Open the gate numbnuts!".''@@ Shouts Jan, leaning across your body. //BUZZ Right away miss// The gates slowly swing open and you drive up to the landing in front of her house. It looks like a small scale version of the white house, but a little less political, and a little more stylish. You hop out of the car and swiftly open the door for Jan, offering her your hand. She smiles faintly, taking your hand and gently getting out of the car, allowing you to lead her up the stairs and to the doors of her opulent palace. @@color:crimson;''"Would you like to come inside?".''@@ She suggests flatly. Your eyes open a little wider and you grip her hand a little tighter ''"Sure Jan! Let's go!".'' @@color:crimson;''"Hahahaha,".''@@ She laughs with a tone of superiority, @@color:crimson;''"I bet you would, maybe some other time Kevin".''@@ she teases. You try not to let the disappointment touch your face, instead laughing along with her ''"hehehe, as you wish".'' You lean in to kiss her hand and she yanks it away. Cocking her head to the side, she pushes her cheek out towards you and waits expectantly. Although it's just a peck on the cheek, you kiss her as slowly and passionately as you can, hoping to impress her. @@color:crimson;''"Hmmpph".''@@ She grunts, studying you once again, this time nodding her head in approval. @@color:crimson;''"Thanks for the //lift// Kevin".''@@ She says, turning her back to you and walking towards the double doors. ''"No problem, Jan".'' You reply, ''"Uhh, I'll talk to you later".'' Maybe you should just quit while you're ahead, and stop shouting things at her back while she walks away. Jumping back into your ride, you put on [["Champion" by Buju Banton|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TsrKloxhfaw]] and take a victory lap around the block before heading for home yourself. <<set $jan = $jan + 5>>\ <<set $jandom = 1>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>> <<print "Masculinity +5">> <<print "Dominance +5">> <</if>> [[Drive home|Tuesday : Night : Home]]

You pull up in your driveway, looking at your quaint three bedroom house. Deftly unlocking the deadbolt, you get inside, lock the door behind you, and drop your bag off in one practiced motion.''//Ahhh, home sweet home.//'' As usual, the house is empty. Ever since your parents separated five years ago, leaving only you and your mom to fend for yourselves, you never get to see her much anymore. She's always working late and leaving you money for lunch every morning. You sometimes see her leaving or coming home, always in a business suit and carrying a briefcase. On the plus side, it taught you self-reliance, how to hustle and get by on your own steam. The first stop is the kitchen, and you're absolutely ravenous, but there's rarely anything interesting on the menu. You raid the fridge and construct a makeshift sandwich out of various meats, cheeses and condiments. It's not long before most of the sandwich is devoured and you consider your next move. [[Time to hit the books|Tuesday : Night : Study]] [[Get in a hard workout|Tuesday : Night : Exercise]] <<if $weed >= 7 and $mallsecurity == 0>>\ [[Try and sell some weed|Tuesday : Night : Sell Weed]] <</if>>\ [[Go right to sleep|Tuesday : Night : Sleep]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/study.jpg" width="500" height="300"></center> <<if $high > 0>>\ You retrieve your textbook from your bag and try to start working on your homework but you're just too high to concentrate. [[Back|Tuesday : Night : Home]] <</if>> <<if $high == 0>> You retrieve your textbook from your bag and start working on your homework. It takes you all night to finish, but the the repetition allows you to absorb some of the information. Your eyes are hurting from the strain and you decide to call it a night. <<set $int = $int + 5>> <<print "Intelligence + 5">> [[Go to sleep|Tuesday : Night : Sleep]] <</if>>

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/dumbbells.jpg" width="500" height="300"></center> <<if $high > 0>>\ You fish the dumbbells out of your closet and get ready to put in a hard workout. Completing your first set of bicep curls, you get a bit of a head-rush because you're so high. Abandoning the weights, you decide on a different course of action tonight. [[Back|Tuesday : Night : Home]] <</if>> <<if $high == 0>> You fish the dumbbells out of your closet and get ready to put in a hard workout. After 4 sets of 15 reps, your muscles are sore and fatigued, it's probably time to call it a night. <<set $str = $str + 5>> <<print "Strength + 5">> [[Go to sleep|Tuesday : Night : Sleep]] <</if>>

Jumping into your car, you head out to the mall hoping to turn a profit. ''//Let's get this money!//'' You make your rounds through the mall looking for known potheads and keep an ear open for anyone talking about weed. <<if $sub < 10>>\ It doesn't take long for you to spot a few groups of guys who you recognize. A quick whisper in the ear is all it takes, and you soon find yourself conducting a small-time drug deal. ''//Three doubles and a single... Not a bad day's work.//'' You muse, counting your money in the car before calling it a night. <<set $money = $money +70>>\ <<set $weed = $weed -7>> <<print "Money +70">> <<print "Weed -7">> [[Go to sleep|Tuesday : Night : Sleep]] <</if>>\ \ <<if $sub == 10 or $sub == 15>>\ You're flagged down by a few kids who want to examine the baggies in the bathroom before making their purchase. Three of the kids chat you up while the last one takes eight bags into the stall. A few minutes later, he comes out of the stall and announces that he only wants two of the gram baggies. He pushes a twenty into your hand along with the other 6 bags before walking out of the bathroom with his buddies in tow. ''//Ah well, twenty dollars richer, I guess//'' You think to yourself as you begin to add the remaining bags back to your stash. Initially, all the bags appeared equal on sight, but when compared to the baggies in the stash, these ones look slightly lighter. It quickly dawns on you that the bags were pinched by this kid, siphoning off a little bit from every bag and making them all seem equal. You estimate that you've lost about two grams in the exchange. You rush out of the bathroom to find the perpetrators, but they're lost in the throng people. You sigh heavily and decide to pack it in for the night and head for home. <<set $money = $money +20>>\ <<set $weed = $weed -4>> <<print "Money +20">> <<print "Weed -4">> [[Go to sleep|Tuesday : Night : Sleep]] <</if>>\ \ <<if $sub == 20 or $sub == 25>>\ One of the older kids notices your soliciting and motions his head for you to follow him into the bathroom. He's much bigger than you and he seems very determined, you don't have much choice but to comply. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Yo, gimme a twin , son".''@@ The two bags come out of your pocket and into his hand a little faster than they should have. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Respect..."''@@ He mumbles, as he turns around and starts walking out the door. ''"Yo dog, I'm gonna need that twenty..."'' You say to his back, as he ignores you and opens the door walking out of the bathroom. Anger begins to build up within you, eager to do something in reprisal against this asshole. You walk out of the bathroom and see him approaching his group of friends. He slaps hands with one of his buddies (palm-to-palm), and says something to him. The other guy looks surprised at first, then looks over at you and busts out laughing. Someone's shoulder collides with yours, sending you twisting to the groud. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Move bitch!"''@@ Scolds a guy trying to get into the bathroom. You flush in embarrassment, quickly getting back to your feet as some kids laugh at you. You begin thinking of excuses in your head to justify why you should just let this go. //''Fucking asshole, he's lucky I'm holding weight right now or I would fuck him up... There's too many people around, I'm not going to jail for 20 bucks''//. There's no way anyone else will buy from you tonight, so you decide to pack it in for the night and head for home. <<set $weed = $weed - 2>> <<print "Weed -2">> [[Go to sleep|Tuesday : Night : Sleep]] <</if>>\ <<if $sub >= 30 and $mallsecurity == 0>>\ You're not having much luck tonight, it seems like everyone already bought weed to get ready for the weekend. Even though you're trying to sell drugs, the constant rejection leaves you a bit flustered. Walking to the bathroom, you splash some water on your face trying to calm down, then you hear the lock on the door click loudly. [[Next|Tuesday : Night : Mall Security]] <</if>>

You somehow manage to find your bedroom in a blind, fatigued state. Instinctively shedding your clothes, you fall onto the bed, your face mashing into the pillow. The last thing you see is a small red light, ''//That fucking alarm clock is drivi----zzzzzzZZZZZZZ//''. <<set $clothes = 0>> [[Sleep until the next morning|Wednesday : Wake up]]

<<set $day = $day + 1>>\ __''Day: 3 - Wednesday''__ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/alarm1.jpg" height= "100" width="220" style="float:left;"/>//<big>CREEEK CREEEEK CREEEK</big>//-You slap your alarm clock hard and bolt upright on your bed. ''//Uggghhhh, I have to get rid of that fucking alarm clock...//'' It takes a few moments of staring at the wall before your eyes adjust and your head acclimates to consciousness. </body> Shambling to your feet, you somehow manage to navigate your way to the bathroom like a zombie. Kicking into auto-pilot, you complete your morning ritual. Do you want to shower and brush your teeth? or go grunge and see if Sam is around for a morning smoke <<set $high = 0>> [[Brush your teeth and shower|Wednesday : Brush your teeh and shower]] [[Go see Sam|Wednesday : Smoke with Sam]]

<<if $showerintro > 0>>\ You scrub yourself thoroughly in the shower and polish your teeth to a high gloss. Feeling refreshed, you throw on your baggy attire and head down to the kitchen for your breakfast of brown liquid. ''"Thanks mom..."'' You say to the money waiting for you on the counter before scooping it up and into your pocket. <<set $clothes = 1>> <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> Jumping into your cutlass, it's not long before the engine is humming and the music is blaring. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. <<set $money = $money + 10>> <<print "Money +10">> <</if>>\ <<if $showerintro == 0>>\ You step into the shower under a spray of water that you set as hot as you can possibly withstand, and then you gradually raise the heat even further. You soap up and rinse yourself off methodically, then jump out of the shower and start to rhythmically work your toothbrush around the inside of your mouth. Walking briskly into your room, you throw the closet door open grabbing your Major Damage jeans, jungle camo bandana, black hoodie and Air Jordans. Quickly donning your incredibly baggy attire of choice, you wrap your bandana slightly covering your eyes, mexican gangster style. <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/camobandana.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/hoodie.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jeans.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jordans.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <<set $clothes = 1>> </center> Heading down to the kitchen, you find a ten dollar bill waiting for you on the counter. It only takes one minute to warm your mug of water in the microwave before scooping in sugar and instant coffee, stirring the contents as you make your way outside to your car. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> You drive a white, 1992 oldsmobile cutlass with factory rims. Getting into the driver's seat, you try not to notice (or care) that your car is a complete mess of papers, coke cans and fast food packaging. Starting the engine, your cassette player kicks on playing [["Regulate" by Warren G|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1plPyJdXKIY]]. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. <<set $showerintro = $showerintro + 1>> <<set $money = $money + 10>>\ <<print "Money +10">> <</if>>\ [[Head for the school|Wednesday : School Morning]]

<<set $high = $high +25>>\ <<set $money = $money +10>>\ <<if $samintro > 0>>\ Showers in the morning always make you tired, so throw on your attire of choice and head down to the kitchen for your breakfast of brown liquid. ''"Thanks mom..."'' You say to the money waiting for you on the counter before scooping it up and into your pocket. <<set $clothes = 1>> <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> Jumping into your cutlass, it's not long before the engine is humming and the music is blaring [["Regulate" by Warren G|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1plPyJdXKIY]]. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. On your approach to the school, you spot a familiar car in the parking lot of the adjacent mini-mall. You pull up beside Sam's car and jump into his passenger seat after a brief knock on the window. <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/samsmoke.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ ''"Wake and bake time!"'' You announce, as you and Sam proceed to get fucked up while discussing rap music and girls. It's not long before the joint is done and you need to get to school. A quick fist bump, and you're off. <<print "Intoxication +25">> <<print "Money +10">> <</if>>\ <<if $samintro == 0>> Walking briskly into your room, you throw the closet door open grabbing your Major Damage jeans, jungle camo bandana, black hoodie and Air Jordans. Quickly donning your incredibly baggy attire of choice, you wrap your bandana slightly covering your eyes, mexican gangster style. <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/camobandana.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/hoodie.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jeans.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jordans.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <<set $clothes = 1>> </center> Heading down to the kitchen where you find a ten dollar bill waiting for you on the counter. It only takes one minute to warm your mug of water in the microwave before scooping in sugar and instant coffee, stirring the contents as you make your way outside to your car. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> You drive a white, 1992 oldsmobile cutlass with factory rims. Getting into the driver's seat, you try not to notice (or care) that your car is a complete mess of papers, coke cans and fast food packaging. Starting the engine, your cassette player kicks on playing [["Regulate" by Warren G|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1plPyJdXKIY]]. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. On your approach to the school, you spot a familiar car in the parking lot of the adjacent mini-mall. You turn down the music, creep up beside the driver, and pull into the empty space. ''"Break yo' self fool!"'' you bellow out. Your friend Sam jerks in his seat, spilling some weed out of the rolling paper he was raising to his lips. @@color:green;''"Fuuuuuck! You scared the shit outa me dog".''@@ ''"Hahaha, you're slippin' man... You're lucky though, you could be dead right now if it was someone else".'' @@color:green;''"Yeah, whateva, get in K"''@@ You shut down your ride, lock it up, and climb into Sam's passenger seat as he's twisting off the tip of the joint. He sparks up the (now slightly shortened) one-paper pinner and traps two long hauls inside his lungs as he passes it over without looking in your direction. You bring the cherry below your nose and savor the skunky aroma before taking a big hit off it yourself. <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/samsmoke.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ Sam begins to exhale a huge cloud of smoke until the torrent ends in a brief fit of coughing. You flash him a toothy grin and take your second draw, this time struggling to hold it in. The irritation to your lungs is too much and you quickly begin to exhale, choking halfway through and coughing with smoke still in your lungs. @@color:green;''"Hehehehehe"''@@ Sam's stoner laugh lazily rolls out of his mouth as he grips you by the back of the neck, gently rocking you side to side. Your lungs are burning and your mouth begins to produce an inordinate amount of saliva, signalling that you may puke up your morning coffee, but you spit it out the window and start taking short breaths of air. Sam grabs his air freshener from the rear-view mirror and sticks it into the car's vent, turning the heat up to high. This fills the car with the smell of pine needles, which is meant to mask the smell of weed on your clothes. He grabs a bottle of visine out of his glove compartment and begins dripping it into his eyes before passing it your way while blinking rapidly. ''"Nah, I'm good"'' You say, pointing to the bandana shading your eyes. A little trick you picked up in your first year of school, since teachers kept forcing you to take your hat off in class. @@color:green;''"Shit, we gotta get to school, man".''@@ ''"Aight, I'll see you there bruv, easy"'' You fist bump and climb into your own car heading for the first day of your second year in school. <<set $samintro = $samintro + 1>> <<print "Intoxication +25">> <<print "Money +10">> <</if>> [[Head for the school|Wednesday : School Morning]]

Pulling around the back of the school, you note the large community center where you smoked many a fatty, and the low income housing co-operative beyond, where you smoked even fattiers... Parking your car in the students section, you make your way into the main atrium of the building. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/schoolatrium.jpg" width="600" height="400"></center> With only five minutes before class starts, you briefly observe the hustle and bustle of students scrambling to prepare for their first class. It's quite a scene, filled with commotion, chatter and the sounds of metal lockers opening and slamming shut. It's almost like moving through a nightclub as you navigate your way to the front of the building, weaving around exuberant groups of kids and completing your first lap of the building. Along the way, you spot some familiar faces. \ <<if $sam == 50>>\ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/sam1.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ You met [[Sam|Wednesday : School Morning : Sam]] early last year around a burning session and you quickly took to each other based on weed, taste in music, .... , yeah, mostly weed. He's west indian and incredibly vain about his appearance. Standing a few inches taller than you and a dozen or so pounds heavier, he fits well into his stylish clothing. At the moment he somewhat resembles a used car salesman as he chats up a small group of girls taken in by his posturing and bravado. </body> \ <</if>>\ <<if $ivan == 50>>\ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ivan1.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ You and [[Ivan|Wednesday : School Morning : Ivan]] were in drama class together last year, and your shared love of monty python and roleplaying games quickly made you great friends. Originally from Russia, he's a bit shorter and skinnier than you, with a short, blonde haircut and pale blue eyes. There's nothing remarkable about his choice of dress, a simple pair of blue jeans and a dress shirt. He sits on the floor beside his open locker as he thumbs through what you recognize as his monster compendium. </body> \ <</if>>\ <<if $kate == 50>>\ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/kate1.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Oh yes, [[Kate|Wednesday : School Morning : Kate]], she's been a lot of fun to be around all year. She doesn't have a slutty reputation, but she does party hard, and indulges in smoke and drink to a level that rivals any of the guys in your company. While a few inches shorter than you, you're about the same weight, but she has fat deposits in all the right places. She's a natural blonde, but she chooses to dye her shoulder-length hair black in order to pull off the leather jacket and stud nose ring that she sports proudly. Everyone knows she's blonde (her roots give it away), and she's often the butt of blonde jokes despite her attempts to mask it. </body> \ <</if>>\ <<if $jan == 50>>\ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jan1.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ [[Jan|Wednesday : School Morning : Jan]] is a classical Italian beauty, with dark eyes and short dark hair framing a delicate but slightly angular face. Her body is perfectly proportioned, as if she stepped right out of an oil painting from the renaissance. Most impressively, her waist is almost impossible, and her poise is beyond reproach. The words elegant, graceful and demure spring to mind... </body> \ <</if>>\

<<set $sam = $sam + 5>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ You strut up behind Sam, throwing your arm over his shoulders and slightly pulling him down to match your height. ''"Hey ladies!"'' You point to Sam and yourself interchangeably. ''"Couple of one-two cutie pies over here, huh?".'' Most of the girls begin to giggle, with only a few of them pulling an unimpressed face. Sam falters for half a second, before recovering well and beaming that charming smile of his. Just then, the bell sounds and the mess of bodies in the atrium come to life, scattering like roaches when the lights turn on. Sam claps you on the shoulder, @@color:green;''"I'm out dog, come see me at lunch about that thing"''@@ as he turns and heads for the north stairwell. You're going in the other direction, climbing the south steps and walking into your first class of the day. <<print "Masculinity +5">> <<print "Dominance +5">> [[Head for Class|Wednesday : First Period]]

<<set $int = $int +5>>\ <<set $ivan = $ivan +5>>\ You walk over and plonk yourself beside Ivan on the floor, noting that he's studying the stats of a displacer beast while copying something into his notebook before looking up to greet you. @@color:cyan;''"Kev! how's it going, man?"''@@ ''"Hey man! do you have math first period too?"'' @@color:cyan;''"Nope, I have gym class first thing in the morning... could it get any worse?"''@@ ''"Haha! wanna trade?"'' @@color:cyan;''"I wish... But check this out".''@@ He quickly shows you a method of easily multiplying two and three digit numbers in your head. @@color:cyan;''"So hey, you wanna test out the intro to this campaign I've been working on? We could run through it a bit at lunch."''@@ ''"Dunno man, we'll see how it goes... I might be //otherwise engaged//"'' You drawl out seductively. @@color:cyan;''"Hahahaha, ok, ok, well you know where to find me..."''@@ And so you do, Ivan spends most of his time under the stairwell reading or working on his roleplaying campaigns. As the bell sounds, Ivan slams his book shut, depositing it into his locker as you both stand and set course for your respective classes. <<print "Intelligence +5">> [[Head for Class|Wednesday : First Period]]

Kate turns in your direction as she sees you approaching her with a smile on your face. Although Kate is officially dating a musclebound Italian guy named Gino, you two have shared a few drunken moments slopping each other down in a closet over the past year. You love her looks, her style and her attitude... You're not too fond of being crippled for life by large, angry jocks though. \ <<if $high > 0>>\ @@color:pink;''"K!"''@@ She hugs you around your neck in a tight embrace, pulling you downward. @@color:pink;''"Ewww, you smell like a cab driver, well at least you're - wait!"''@@ She inclines her head below yours, quickly looking into each one of your eyes back and forth. @@color:pink;''"Bwahahaha, oh my god, you're high as shit aren't you!?".''@@ Your grin splits your head nearly in half ''"Guilty as charged".'' She smacks you in the shoulder. @@color:pink;''"Why didn't you come get me?? I should kick your ass for not thinking of me!".''@@ You cock one eyebrow, ''"Really? What you gonna do? Beat me black and blonde?".'' @@color:pink;''"HAHAHAHA!".''@@ She swats at you again, @@color:pink;''"Jerk!"''@@, before sulkingly folding her arms and deliberately looking away from you. ''"Awwwww sweeeeetie,"'' you taunt condescendingly. She peeks at you briefly before averting her gaze once more, this time tapping her foot on the ground. ''"Ok, ok, I owe you one"'' you negotiate. @@color:pink;''"YAY!"''@@ she cheers, turning her attention back to you and drawing nearer. ''"How am I supposed to know you're around though? You can't blame me if you're nowhere to be found".'' @@color:pink;''"Duhhh, maybe you should try making an appointment then,"''@@ She leans in to whisper in your ear seductively @@color:pink;''"I'll see if I can //fit you in//".''@@ She jerks back and gasps, opening her eyes and mouth wide in fake surprise, then covers her mouth to suppress a giggle. You're dumbstruck, staring at her, your mouth agape. It's a good thing your hoodie is XL, otherwise the tent in your pants might be large enough to cover the entire building. Just then, the bell sounds, causing Kate to prance off in satisfaction. @@color:pink;''"Byeeeee Kayyyyy!"''@@ She calls, looking over her shoulder as she's already walking away. ''//Goddammit! This bitch is crazy and she's gonna get me flattened by her gorilla of a boyfriend//''. You watch her plush ass attempting to escape out of her tight jeans as she walks further away. ''//Sheeeit, it just might be worth it//''. <<set $kate = $kate + 5>>\ <</if>> <<if $high == 0>>\ @@color:pink;''"K!".''@@ She hugs you around your neck in a tight embrace, pulling you downward. You return the hug, wrapping your arms around her waist but remaining conscious of where your hands end up (or rather, where they don't end up). She seems to sense your reluctance to fully embrace her publicly and gently moves back away. @@color:pink;''"I like your hair, it's so soft and poofy, hahaha"''@@ She teases, as she proceeds to ruffle your hair like a child. ''"Whoah, whoah! Don't mess with the do!"'' She rolls her eyes and motions that your mop of a haircut looks no different than before. @@color:pink;''"Don't worry, you still look all prim and proper"''@@ She mocks, miming as if she's feathering your hair for you. @@color:pink;''"God... You're so girly sometimes, ya know?".''@@ ''"Hehehe, alright don't worry about it, you're forgiven".'' You smile, ignoring her girly comment. ''"Listen I was thinking about that time when - "''. You're cut off as the bell rings and you glance up at the clock on the wall muttering a curse. @@color:pink;''"Bye K!"''@@ You turn back and she's already partially obscured by bodies, disappearing into the crowd and heading for class. ''//Shit... She's so hot, I wonder how long a broken bone takes to heal//'' <<set $kate = $kate - 5>>\ \ <</if>>\ [[Head for Class|Wednesday : First Period]]

You've never had a problem with Jan, mostly because you tiptoe around hoping not to get on her bad side. It's a good thing too, she's known to be a bit of a bitch, and kicked more than one guy in the nuts last year. If that's not enough, she can be an incredibly malicious gossip, people sometimes call her "Radio Jan" - never right to her face though. Jan is talking to some of the other girls, their mouths racing and heads bobbing to and fro. ''//hehehe, a chickenhead convention//''. Seeing your approach, the girls fall silent and turn their heads to stare at you appraisingly. Jan turns her whole body to face you, taking a strong pose with hands on hips, impatiently waiting for you to speak. <<if $high == 25>>\ <<set $jan = $jan - 5>>\ \ ''"Hey Jan! You're looking good today".'' You offer, as friendly and nonchalant as you can manage. @@color:crimson;''"Why's your hair all greasy and disgusting?"''@@ She questions, wrinkling her nose in disgust. ''"That's just how I roll, baby"'' You retort, smiling smugly with your arms outstretched to your sides. @@color:crimson;''"That's how you roll? You mean, you //ROLL// right out of bed and don't wash your filthy ass before going out in public?".''@@ The other girls eye each other in amusement waiting to hear what you say next. You give them a suffering look, hoping for some empathy, before stepping forward and taking Jan's delicate hand in yours. ''"Look Jan, I'm -".'' She cuts you off by sticking her hand right in front of your face. @@color:crimson;''"Your fucking breath stinks! Who's dick did you suck before you waddled over here shit-stains?".''@@ With that, the other girls erupt into a chorus of mocking laughter at your expense. Jan smirks at you as the bell tolls, spinning on her heels and strutting off imperiously with her little minions following in tow. ''//Well that could have gone better... pffft! fucking pompous bitch, I'd give you some dick-breath you'd never forget//''. Flushed red with both embarrassment and anger, you grind your teeth together as you stomp your way down the hall. <</if>>\ <<if $high == 0>>\ \ ''"Hey Jan! You're looking good today".'' You offer, as friendly and nonchalant as you can manage. @@color:crimson;''"Hi Kevin, thank you for the compliment, but are you suggesting that I only look good today and not other days?".''@@ The other girls give you a warning glare. ''"Hahaha, of course not Jan, you're a ten, you're always a ten".'' She's obviously skeptical about your motives, and knows that you're just telling her what she wants to hear, but she seems to enjoy the praise all the same. @@color:crimson;''"A ten huh? Is that a fact?".''@@ You take the initiative to step forward and take her delicate hand in yours ''"Look around Jan, if you can spot any other woman in the room who rivals your beauty, I'll cut her face off immediately!".'' You slowly incline a knee, going in for the kiss on the hand, just as the bell signals the start of first period. She pulls her hand from your loose grip and shoots you an approving smile, @@color:crimson;''"You're cute, see you later Kevin".''@@ You incline your head and perform a mild flourish of deference with your hand ''"My Lady...".'' The chickenheads follow behind Jan, squawking frantically, and occasionally throwing you a backward glance before clucking onward. ''//YES! Oh this is gonna be soooo easy...//''. You throw out a little three punch boxing combination when you think nobody is looking and then you head for class. <<set $jan = $jan + 5>> <</if>>\ [[Head for Class|Wednesday : First Period]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/math.jpg" width="599" height="280"></center> Math class really isn't where you want to be first thing in the morning. There's nothing wrong with math, it's one of the few skills you can learn in school that has real life application, but it's a little early for all that. Everyone in the classroom seems grey and drab as Mr. Richards drones on and on monotonously. Amy, the asian angel in your midst brings her pencil up to her lips and begins to nibble on it. Your eyes are transfixed on her lips, observing every movement and depression imposed onto this lucky pencil. She looks at you, her gaze dismissive, and it seems as if she's accepted the fact that you will be eyeball-fucking her all year long. //''This is stupid, I have to either find a way to talk to her, or start collecting her stray hairs and make a shrine like a psycho.''// Just then, the teacher instructs the students to break into pairs for an exercise. You and Amy look at each other immediately, she with a morose sigh, and you bristling with delight. Of course, you're quickly crossing the distance between your desks and settling down beside her with a smile. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/amy2.jpg" width="400" height="400"></center> ''"Hey Amy, what's up? Wanna be partners?"'' You suggest pleasantly. @@color:lightgreen;''"It's pretty obvious what's 'UP', and that you want to be 'PARTNERS'"''@@ She quips, with an irritated look on her face. Your reaction is to just stare at her, your smile slipping somewhat. @@color:lightgreen;''"ughhhh... FINE... I guess I have to sit here and teach you how to count to ten."''@@ ''"Come on now, you don't even know me, I might not be as stupid as you think."'' You offer, your arms extended outward graciously. Her eyes narrow and she folds her arms underneath her breasts in contemplation of your sincerity. Your eyes automatically sink downward onto her bosom, lingering for a fraction of a second before you seize control back from your hormones. Dropping your gaze to the floor, sideways up the wall, then back and forth across the ceiling before settling back onto her eyes. She seems very amused by your wriggling desperation to avoid offending her, you blush in response. Identifying your moment of weakness, Amy quickly decides to test you. @@color:lightgreen;''"Ok smart guy, if you divide fifty by half and then add twenty, how much do you have?"''@@ She asks you very quickly. [[Answer Quickly|Wednesday : First Period - Answer Quickly]] <<if $int > 60>> [[Take your time to respond|Wednesday : First Period - Take your time]] <</if>>

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/drama.jpg" width="581" height="280"></center> <<if $bonnie < 50>>\ After what happened yesterday, you feel somewhat apprehensive about seeing Bonnie today. Upon entering the classroom, you notice that Bonnie is nowhere to be found. You breathe a sigh of relief, and yet, her presence really brightened up the class. <</if>>\ <<if $bonnie > 50>>\ After yesterday's sex romp, you're looking forward to seeing Bonnie in class. Upon entering the classroom, you notice that Bonnie is nowhere to be found. You're pretty disappointed, but maybe a little worried as well. <</if>>\ It's a really boring day in class without Bonnie here. The teacher has the class playing remedial games and trust exercises for the majority of the period. At one point, you're playing an odd version of musical chairs, but replacing the chairs with being forced to hold hands with the closest person. It's incredibly boring and you don't really care about the game, so you intentionally lose and sit out. That annoying girl Michelle is having a blast, her screeching voice grates on your nerves. She prances around emoting all over the place and voicing her opinions when they're clearly unsolicited. //''This bitch is so full of herself... I think I'm gonna puke''// A shrill sound pierces your eardrums, it seems Michelle has won the game and is celebrating by getting in other people's face and talking trash. This time you physically stick your fingers in your ears and wearily count the seconds on the clock until this class is over. With your bag already in your hand, the bell acts like a starter pistol setting you off almost to a full sprint out the door. [[Break for lunch|Wednesday : Lunch]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/minimall.jpg" width="800" height="300"></center> Walking over to the mini-mall, you see students milling about, eating slices of pizza and yapping away. You quickly scan the crowd for possibilities <<if $money >= 5>>\ Go to the [[Pizza|Wednesday : Lunch : Pizza]] place. <</if>> <<if $sam == 55>>\ You remember that [[Sam|Wednesday : Lunch : Sam]] suggested you should go and see him at lunch. He didn't say why, but you can guess that it's to smoke another joint over by the community centre. <</if>>\ \ <<if $ivan == 55 && $roh == 0 && $jain == 0>>\ [[Ivan|Wednesday : Lunch : Ivan]] did mention that he would like you to check out his new campaign, and he's always holed up in that alcove under the stairs. <</if>>\ <<if $fats == 50 and $money > 0>>\ Go see [[Fats|Wednesday : Lunch : Buy some weed from Fats]], the local drugdealer in the area. <</if>> [[Go to Class|Wednesday : Gym Class]]

Clearly, this is some kind of trick question, judging by how quickly she asked it. //''Fifty... divided BY half... That's it!''// ''"One hundred twenty?"'' You ask her quickly, sporting a confident smile on your face. She raises an eyebrow and smiles slightly, @@color:lightgreen;''"Well done, dumb-dumb, but the questions get harder as we go along".''@@ ''"It's my turn now, how do you manage to pair beauty and brilliance so effortlessly?"'' You smile suggestively. She poses absurdly, lifting her chin into the air and fluttering her lashes @@color:lightgreen;''"Genetics I guess... Would you like a mint?"''@@ She asks, extending a tin case in your direction. ''"Oh absolutely,"'' You say, popping a mint into your mouth, ''"Is this your way of showing me what your lips taste like without getting kicked out of class?".'' @@color:lightgreen;''"Maaaaybe"''@@ She giggles, returning her attention to the exercise. You decide not to push your luck any further for the moment, talking to her in a friendly manner devoid of flirt and innuendo. The rest of the period goes smoothly, the bell signalling the end of class. @@color:lightgreen;''"Bye Kevin,"''@@ She says, standing up and walking towards the exit. You eyes are locked to her tight little ass swaying side-to-side like a pendulum. //''Yes! She knows my name... Oh this one is in the bag. Chicks are sooo easy''// A tiny fist-pump later and youre heading for the exit yourself. <<set $amy = $amy + 5>>\ <<set $int = $int + 5>> <<print "Intelligence +5">> [[Go to your next class|Wednesday : Second Period]]

The question is so easy, you're sure that the test is in the speed of your response. ''"Forty five!"'' You blurt out with a smile, pointing a finger at her awaiting your praise. She covers her mouth to suppress a tiny giggle and her eyes mock you. //''Even her laugh is beautiful''// @@color:lightgreen;''"Awww, that's so cute..."''@@ She pats you on the head like a puppy dog. @@color:lightgreen;''"Don't worry, you always have your looks to fall back on."''@@ ''"What do you mean? Half of fifty is twenty five, plus twenty is forty five!"'' You insist. @@color:lightgreen;''"I said divide fifty BY half, not half of fifty."''@@ She sees the wheels spinning behind your eyes as you realize what just happened. This makes her giggle again, her hand reaching to scratch you behind the ear affectionately. She is clearly patronizing and humiliating you, but the gentleness of her touch pushes that out of your mind. @@color:lightgreen;''"I like your cute little headband too"''@@ She adds, her scratching becomes an overt caress of your ear. Your eyes drift shut briefly before reopening at the feeling of her fingers pressing something to your lips. Allowing her finger to slightly penetrate your lips, a sweet and spicy taste jumps along your tongue. It appears that she has fed you some kind of a mint, now patting you on the head happily @@color:lightgreen;''"Good boy! heehee".''@@ The rest of the class proceeds in the same way, with her belittling you and feeding you mints. The way your cock jumps every time she lays a finger on you might just be analogous to a dog's tail wagging. //''Does the dog wag the tail, or does the tail wag the dog?''// You consider between feedings. When the bell rings, she packs up her things efficiently as begins to walk out the door. You eyes are locked to her tight little ass swaying side-to-side like a pendulum. It's time for your next class. <<set $amy = $amy - 5>>\ <<set $int = $int - 5>> <<print "Intelligence -5">> [[Go to your next class|Wednesday : Second Period]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/gym.jpg" width="580" height="278"></center> You're looking forward to another great workout today, hopefully Will's hiatus is still in effect. Unfortunately, you can hear his booming laugher vibrating through the weight room door as you reach for the handle. With no other option, you're forced to open the door and calmly walk in. Will spots you immediately, a wolfish grin appearing on his face as he loudly drops a curling bar to the floor. Avoiding his gaze, you meekly walk over to the leg press machine, your security blanket in the weight room. Just as you're about to throw a leg over the bench, you feel a firm grip on your wrist. @@color:slateblue;''"You wanna be a weak little bone rack your whole life?".''@@ It's Will, he turns you around to face him. You're not sure how to react to his comments, so you just pause awkwardly and try to judge whether he's planning to sucker punch you or not. He speaks firmly as he drags you to the other side of the room, @@color:slateblue;''"You need to use the free weights to get big. That leg press aint shit for lower body, you need to do some squats, bitch".''@@ <<if $will == 45>>\ [[Go with Will|Wednesday : Gym Follow]] <</if>>\ <<if $will == 55>>\ [[Go with Will, but keep an eye on him|Wednesday : Gym Follow]] <</if>>\ [[Somehow, you question his motives...|Wednesday : Gym Don't Follow]]

<<set $sam = $sam +5>>\ <<set $high = $high +25>> The walk to the community center is very short, just a few minutes from the minimall. The thick smell of chlorine fills your nostrils as you pass by the indoor pool and out the rear entrance to the smokers hangout. Sure enough, there's Sam, and he's in a heated argument with Alan, a guy he grew up with. <body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/alan.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Alan is east Indian, dark hair and eyes, and with a similar build to Sam. His one distinguishing feature is a huge set of lips, which made him the local beat-boxing champion, but also earned him the unenviable nickname "Congo". </body> You don't have time to understand what they're arguing about because it bursts into a wrestling match as soon as you clear the doorway. ''"Yo!"'' You say, hoping to get their attention, but you have no success, as they continue to grapple with each other. They manage to trip each other, their bodies now intertwined on the ground as they grunt with effort. You sigh heavily and decide to let them tire themselves out. It isn't long before Sam manages to get Alan's back and put him into a neck-crank. @@color:cyan;''"Yo! Chill-chill-chill"''@@ Begs Alan. Sam smiles, pushing down against Alan's head as he stands up (rubbing his face into the dirt a little bit). @@color:green;''"Sup K, enjoying the show?"''@@ ''"Oh yeah, real slick, it's not like you two idiots are getting into it every single day..."'' @@color:green;''"Haha, fuck you..."''@@ He smiles, as he retrieves a joint from his metal cigarette case. Alan stands up, rubbing the dirt from his eyes @@color:cyan;''"Fuckin bitch... You're lucky I fucked my knee up last week or I'd be stomping your bitch ass into the dirt".''@@ Sam gives him a sideways glance and punches him playfully in the shoulder, which Alan returns immediately at double the force. Not to be outdone, Sam turn to face him and they break out into a slapfight, which then evolves into an upper body grappling match. ''"YO! .... YOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"'' You yell, pushing both of them into the wall from the side. They stop to look at you for a second and you use the opening to grab the joint before it gets destroyed. ''"Here's an idea, I'll smoke this shit while you two continue to grope each other... cool?".'' As you light it up and take your draws, the skunky smell seems to have tamed the beast in them, as they wait eagerly for their turns. The three of you discuss rap music and girls at the school until the joint disappears. In the distance, you faintly hear the school bell ring and you all begin to head in that direction. <<print "Intoxication +25">> [[Go to class|Wednesday : Gym Class]]

You quickly make your way over to Ivan's alcove and find him, once again, engrossed in his monster compendium. Without a word, you plop yourself down beside him and catch a glimpse of a succubus before he jumps in surprise and slams the book shut. @@color:cyan;''"Oh, err.. Hey Kev"''@@ ''"Hehe, hey, so what's all this about a new campaign?"'' @@color:cyan;''"Oh yeah!"''@@ Ivan lights up pleasantly, then begins to shuffle though his backpack, withdrawing maps, figures, character sheets and dice. @@color:cyan;''"Ok, pick a character, and I'll control the other one as an NPC, but don't expect them to be too proactive as far as the quest goes..."''@@ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/roh1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ @@color:cyan;''"You can be''@@ [[Roh the Impaler|Wednesday : Roh the impaler]]@@color:cyan;'', a massive half-orc barbarian with a penchant for strong drink and... well... impaling things".''@@ </body> <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jain1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ @@color:cyan;''"Or,''@@ [[Jain the light|Wednesday : Jain the light]]@@color:cyan;'', an elven cleric who's power derives from her piety and purity of heart."''@@ </body>

<body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/fats1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Everyone knows Fats, he goes to your school (when he feels like it) and he always has weed for sale. The nickname is well deserved, as he's a few inches taller than you, but weighs at least 300 pounds. He's kind of a rocker with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tight leather jacket that he always wears. </body> <<if $weed > 0>>\ Even though you already have a fat sack of weed, Fats always has a different flavour for you to try. And besides, the more links you have, the better off you are when things run dry. <</if>>\ \ You know his house in the co-op very well and it's not long before you're knocking on his door. No answer. This is typical of Fats, he's probably oversleeping as usual. Finding the door unlocked, you walk in and go up the stairs towards Fats' room. Slowly cracking the door open, hoping not to wake him if you can help it, you see something you weren't expecting. <<if $dom > 0>>\ You see Fats laying on his back with headphones on and jerking on his average length, girthy dick. Sighing, you slowly walk into Fats' field of view and raise your arms to the side, questioningly. This causes Fats to pull the blanket over himself and throw off his headphones all in one motion. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"What the fuck K!? Can I get some privacy over here, guy?".''@@ ''"Oh, my bad... I didn't know you were training in here and wrestling the bald-headed champ".'' @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Fuck off..".''@@ He puffs, quickly donning his ripped jeans and throwing on a black T-shirt. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Alright guy, what's so fucking important that you have to wake me up early in the morning".''@@ You stare at him blankly ''"It's noon Fats...".'' @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Noon!? Fuck! Look, I got shit to do guy, whatchu need?".''@@ ''"Gimme a ten-piece, yo".'' Fat's reaches into his pocket and flings a small baggie you, which you dodge in disgust, watching it hit the floor. ''"YO MAN! You better wash your fuckin hands before your dick fingers hand me anything, dog... The fuck is wrong with you?".'' @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Yeah, yeah... I'll be right out, Mr. sensitive".''@@ You take a seat on one of the chairs in the kitchen and have a look around the house. It's a very well kempt place, if a little quaint with regard to the colours and style of furniture. There are many pictures on the walls, one of Fats' younger sister Barb, and you think she must be adopted. She has the same hair and eye colour as Fats, but she's incredibly slender and pretty. She goes to the Catholic school down the street which is why you rarely see her. You're woken from your trance by a baggie sliding across the counter. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Don't get any thoughts about my sister, guy... I'll have to jack you up like the last fool who tried to fuck around".''@@ ''"You jacked him up? Sure you didn't jack him off?".'' This flushes Fats' face in what you guess is both anger and embarrassment. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"That's not funny... Don't tell anyone about that shit, guy..".''@@ ''"Haha, don't worry my man, we're good".'' You say, slapping a ten dollar bill on the table and grabbing your weed before heading down the stairs and out the door. <<set $money = $money -10>>\ <<set $weed = $weed +1>>\ <<set $fats = $fats +5>> <<print "Money -10">> <<print "Weed +1">> <<elseif $dom == 0>>\ <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/fatsjerk.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ You see Fats laying on his back with headphones on, but as your eyes scan further down his body, you can see his dick in his hand. You freeze on the spot examining his average length, girthy cock as he slowls strokes it up and down. The bulbous head looks like a gladiator's helmet, flaring outward as it becomes engorged with blood from his methodical milking. The shaft is so fat and veiny that he can barely get his hand around it, and his heavy balls begin to jostle around as he increases the pace. With a gutteral grunt, Fats thrusts his hips into the air as a big glob of cum arcs into the air landing on his belly. Several more thick ropes of cum end up on his stomach, causing your dick to unwillingly throb with excitement. You eyes move back up to Fats' face, only to find him looking right in your eyes, having noticed that both the door and your mouth are hanging open. You quickly shut your jaw and the door, in that order, and slink off to the kitchen. You take a seat on one of the chairs in the kitchen and have a look around the house. It's a very well kempt place, if a little quaint with regard to the colours and style of furniture. There are many pictures on the walls, one of Fats' younger sister Barb, and you think she must be adopted. She has the same hair and eye colour as Fats, but she's incredibly slender and pretty. She goes to the Catholic school down the street which is why you rarely see her. You're woken from your trance by Fats standing directly behind you @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Sup?".''@@ He says, now sporting nothing but a pair of bulging boxer shorts and leering at you knowingly. ''"Uhhh, ummm, can I get a ten-piece Fats?".'' You mewl out, spinning around in your seat to face him warily. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Let's see the money".''@@ He fires back, as you avert your eyes and quickly start to dig in your pocket. Your attention is broken as Fats take a hold of your chin, raising your face to look up into his eyes. You can smell the semen residue still on his hand as he bends in closely to speak very slowly and deliberately @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"You didn't see anything in there, now did you?".''@@ The look of fear in your eyes and the rapid shaking of your head convinces him, as he lets go of your chin and gently slaps your cheek, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Good boy".''@@ You stand up, placing your money on the table, and Fats pushes a slightly sticky baggie into your palm. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Now fuck off, I got shit to do, guy".''@@ Without a word, you're quickly going down the stairs and out the front door while scrubbing at your face with the sleeve of your sweater. <<set $money = $money -10>>\ <<set $weed = $weed +1>>\ <<set $fats = $fats -5>> <<print "Money -10">> <<print "Weed +1">> <</if>> [[Go to Class|Wednesday : Gym Class]]

Without giving it much thought, you snatch the Barbarian character sheet. Quickly skimming over the stats and equipment, you're quite satisfied with the character you chose, he's a badass. The picture shows a huge green-skinned Half-orc wielding a large axe. His tight grip on the weapon forces ropes of muscle to bulge out of his already ridiculous bodybuilder physique. Ivan is checking over the other character sheet, seemingly making sure that everything is correct. He begins to explain some of the rules and limitations he's put on this campaign before relating the background and introduction of the quest. @@color:cyan;''"Ok, the local Baron has heard complaints from one of his small hamlets. Some of the animals began to disappear without a trace, and now there is report of a young girl having gone missing. You and Jain have been chosen to discover the root of this problem and put a stop to it... Oh, and they're behind on their taxes, so collect the money before you come back."''@@ ''"That sounds like the start to every single campaign I've ever heard..."'' @@color:cyan;''"Come on Kev, gimme a break, it get's better, ok? sheesh."''@@ ''"Alright, well, I'm not going on any adventure without some booze in my belly! Come on Jain, let's get you sauced up"'' You husk out with a grin. @@color:cyan;''"ohhh nooo"''@@ Says Ivan in a feminine voice @@color:cyan;''"I don't think it would be proper for a lady of the light to imbibe alcohol"''@@ Just then, a figure steps out in front of you in the alcove. You recognize him as Will, a heavily muscled jock who likes to pick on smaller kids. @@color:slateblue;''"What the fuck are you two fags doing down here? Making out? HAHAHAHA!"''@@ Neither of you move, or deign to answer this meathead. He continues, @@color:slateblue;''"I thought I heard a chick, which one of you has a pussy? I want to fuck!".''@@ Will whips the character sheet out of your hand and gives the picture a glance before laughing and letting it fall to the floor. @@color:slateblue;''"Dungeons and Dragons? Wow, you guys really are nerds"''@@ He jeers, before grabbing Ivan's character sheet and seeing the beautiful elf girl in the picture. @@color:slateblue;''"Fuck yeah! This is you, huh?"''@@ When he doesn't get an answer, he pushes the page against Ivan's face with the picture outward and grabs his ankles. Probably out of sheer terror, Ivan goes completely limp and doesn't resist the bully. Will lifts his lower body into the air by his ankles, bringing him up to crotch level and pushes his pelvis against Ivan. He begins to thrust against Ivan's ass with a slow but firm rhythm. @@color:slateblue;''"Oh fuck, you would fit me just fine, Ahhhhhh... Moan for me baby".''@@ Ivan doesn't show any kind of reaction and gives no response. @@color:slateblue;''"I said MOAN BITCH!"''@@ Bellows Will, as he starts hammering at Ivan as hard as he can. Ivan cries out in pain, but his howl is intermittent because of the impacts to his body @@color:cyan;''"AHHHH-AH-AH-AH-AH"''@@ This seems to satisfy Will, as he pushes as hard as he can against Ivan and pretends to have an orgasm @@color:slateblue;''"YEAAAHHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHHH"''@@ With this, he drops Ivan to the ground and turns to blow you a kiss before walking off like nothing happened. You seem to spring back to reality at this point and wonder why you didn't do anything to intervene. ''//Oh yeah... He would have broken me in half with his pinky finger//''. Ivan still hasn't moved or said a word, so you peel the paper off his face and see that he's just looking at the ground sullenly. ''"Come on man, don't sweat it too much, Will could do that to anyone he wants".'' No reply. ''"He a roided up meathead bully! By the time you're a billionaire executive, he's gonna have a beer belly and pumping your gas for you".'' This seems to improve Ivan's move slightly, and he get's back up to a sitting position and begins collecting his figurines that were knocked over. ''"That's it buddy, I mean, the guy's a fucking asshole!".'' Ivan raises a hand cutting you off, @@color:cyan;''"Please... Don't use the words "fucking" and "asshole" in the same sentence ever again..."''@@ You bust out laughing and clap him on the shoulder just as the bell rings. Getting to your feet, you help Ivan collect the gaming gear, then you take Ivan's hand and help him up too. ''"I gotta go man, don't let that shit bother you"'' you say as you get ready to find your next class. @@color:cyan;''"Kev!"''@@ You turn to look at him and he smiles at you warmly, @@color:cyan;''"Thanks".''@@ You smile and walk out of the alcove. <<set $roh = $roh + 1>> [[Go to Class|Wednesday : Gym Class]]

Looking at the two character sheets, you would normally just go with the fighter class, but the picture of Jain is absolutely beautiful. The hand holding Roh drops to your side as you examine the stunning cleric girl, which Ivan accepts as your decision, taking the other character sheet out of your hand. Ivan is checking over the other character sheet, seemingly making sure that everything is correct. He begins to explain some of the rules and limitations he's put on this campaign before relating the background and introduction of the quest. @@color:cyan;''"Ok, the local Baron has heard complaints from one of his small hamlets. Some of the animals began to disappear without a trace, and now there is report of a young girl having gone missing. You and Roh have been chosen to discover the root of this problem and put a stop to it... Oh, and they're behind on their taxes, so collect the money before you come back."''@@ ''"That sounds like the start to every single campaign I've ever heard..."'' @@color:cyan;''"Come on Kev, gimme a break, it get's better, ok? sheesh."''@@ @@color:cyan;''"Alright, well, I'm not going on any adventure without some booze in my belly! Come on Jain, let's get you sauced up"''@@ Ivan husks out with a grin. ''"ohhh nooo"'' You say in a feminine voice ''"I don't think it would be proper for a lady of the light to imbibe alcohol"'' Just then, a figure steps out in front of you in the alcove. You recognize him as Will, a heavily muscled jock who likes to pick on smaller kids. @@color:slateblue;''"What the fuck are you two fags doing down here? Making out? HAHAHAHA!"''@@ Neither of you move, or deign to answer this meathead. He continues, @@color:slateblue;''"I thought I heard a chick, which one of you has a pussy? I want to fuck!".''@@ Will whips the character sheet out of Ivan's hand and gives the picture a glance before laughing and letting it fall to the floor. @@color:slateblue;''"Dungeons and Dragons? Wow, you guys really are nerds"''@@ He jeers, before grabbing your character sheet and seeing the beautiful elf girl in the picture. @@color:slateblue;''"Fuck yeah! This is you, huh?"''@@ When he doesn't get an answer, he pushes the page against your face with the picture outward and grabs your ankles. Probably out of sheer terror, you go completely limp and don't resist the bully. Will lifts your lower body into the air by your ankles, bringing you up to crotch level and pushes his pelvis against you. The long, hard shaft pressed between your asscheeks betrays that he's excited, not to mention HUGE. He begins to thrust against your ass with a slow but firm rhythm. @@color:slateblue;''"Oh fuck, you would fit me just fine, Ahhhhhh... Moan for me baby".''@@ You hesitate to respond, your head swimming as the stimulation begins to force some blood into your dick. @@color:slateblue;''"I said MOAN BITCH!"''@@ Bellows Will, as he starts hammering at you as hard as he can. You cry out in pain, but your howl is intermittent because of the impacts to your body ''"AHHHH-AH-AH-AH-AH"'' This seems to satisfy Will, as he pushes as hard as he can against your ass and pretends to have an orgasm @@color:slateblue;''"YEAAAHHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHHH"''@@ With this, he drops you to the ground and turns to blow Ivan a kiss before walking off like nothing happened. You lay there stunned, the arousal you felt from being humiliated by Will came as a huge surprise, as you're now at full mast. The paper, stuck to your face by sweat, hides the red flush in your cheeks as your mind drifts back to the sensation of his big cock against your ass. You are engulfed by feelings of inadequacy that have you nearly on the brink of tears. You still haven't moved or said a word, so Ivan peels the paper off your face, only to find that you're looking at the ground sullenly. @@color:cyan;''"Come on man, don't sweat it too much, Will could do that to anyone he wants".''@@ You don't reply. @@color:cyan;''"He's a roided up meathead bully! By the time you're a billionaire executive, he's gonna have a beer belly and pumping your gas for you".''@@ This seems to improve your mood slightly, and you begin to help Ivan collect his figurines that were knocked over. @@color:cyan;''"That's it buddy, I mean, the guy's a fucking asshole!".''@@ You raise a hand cutting him off, ''"Please... Don't use the words "fucking" and "asshole" in the same sentence ever again..."'' He bust out laughing and claps you on the shoulder just as the bell rings. Getting to his feet, Ivan collects the gaming gear, then he takes your hand and helps you up too. @@color:cyan;''"I gotta go man, don't let that shit bother you"''@@ He says, as he gets ready for his next class. ''"Ivan!"'' He turns to look at you and you smile at him warmly, ''"Thanks".'' He smiles back and walks out of the alcove. <<set $jain = $jain + 1>>\ <<set $masc = $masc -5>>\ <<set $sub = $sub +5>> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <<print "Submission +5">> [[Go to Class|Wednesday : Gym Class]]

<<if $will == 40>>\ Entering the change room with a slight flush on your cheeks, you walk right to the back and splash some water on your face in one of the sinks. Feeling a little refreshed, you begin to walk back to where your clothes are. Now seated right along your path back, Will is removing his socks, seemingly distracted for the moment. You quicken your pace slightly as you try and scurry by him to reach the safety of your own bench. Sure enough, you're stopped in your tracks by a hand gripping the back of your shorts and jerking them up into your butt crack. You yelp slightly before feeling Will's hands on your hips, pulling you backward onto his lap. The feeling of his hard cock back on your ass makes you nervous, so you try and wriggle out of his grasp and stand back up. Will's hand closes around your hair, yanking your head backward as he pushes the small of your back forward with the other hand. Your body takes the shape that Will conditioned you to accept in the weight room. Shivers run up your spine as his lips whisper a single word into your ear, @@color:slateblue;''"Squeeeeeze".''@@ You immediately follow his direction without thought, your ass gripping the hard shaft through his clothes, followed by a slow thrust from beneath you. He no longer instructs you verbally, simply pulling your hair and pushing on your back when he wants you to squeeze, and you submissively comply. You can't stop your dick from stiffening while he makes you massage his cock like a puppet. Most of your focus is dedicated to stifling moans that threaten to escape your lips. When the door flies open to allow the coach's entry, Will shoves you off his lap and slaps you on the ass, @@color:slateblue;''"That-a bitch".''@@ You quickly move to your own bench trying to hide the erection poking out of your little shorts. The coach didn't seem to notice anything awry, so after a quick lap of the room, he's back out the door again. It seems that Will had his fun for the day, but you're not taking any chances, quickling changing clothes and bolting out the door. <<set $willsub = 1>>\ <</if>> <<if $will == 60>>\ Walking into the change room with a bit more pride than you probably deserve, several of the boys pat you on the shoulder as you pass them. One thing is for sure, the mood in here now is much more pleasant than under the brutal 'Willian' dictatorship. At one point, someone does an impression of Will as he tripped over the squatting bar, causing a ripple of rousing laughter to break out. You laugh along with them, but deep down, you know that you will be the one paying the price for this short-lived peace in the change room. Changing into your street clothes, you leave the other boys to their merriment, walking out the door to finish yet another tough day at school. <</if>> [[Get ready to leave school|Wednesday : After School]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/locker.jpg" width="800" height="300"></center> Swinging by your locker, you take out your bag and start heading for the rear entrance to find your car. <<if $kate == 55 or $kate == 45>> Nearing the rear exit, you spot [[Kate.|Wednesday : After School : Kate]] looking through her purse, this would be a great chance to sneak up on her and work your magic. <</if>>\ <<if $jan == 55 or $jan == 45>> Nearing the rear exit, you spot [[Jan.|Wednesday : After School : Jan]] standing idly, this time without her retinue of followers who seem determined to make your life difficult. This is the perfect opportunity to make some headway in your relationship. <</if>> You decide to [[head home early|Wednesday : Night : Home]]

You pull up in your driveway, looking at your quaint three bedroom house. Deftly unlocking the deadbolt, you get inside, lock the door behind you, and drop your bag off in one practiced motion.''//Ahhh, home sweet home.//'' As usual, the house is empty. Ever since your parents separated five years ago, leaving only you and your mom to fend for yourselves, you never get to see her much anymore. She's always working late and leaving you money for lunch every morning. You sometimes see her leaving or coming home, always in a business suit and carrying a briefcase. On the plus side, it taught you self-reliance, how to hustle and get by on your own steam. The first stop is the kitchen, and you're absolutely ravenous, but there's rarely anything interesting on the menu. You raid the fridge and construct a makeshift sandwich out of various meats, cheeses and condiments. It's not long before most of the sandwich is devoured and you consider your next move. [[Time to hit the books|Wednesday : Night : Study]] [[Get in a hard workout|Wednesday : Night : Exercise]] <<if $weed >= 7 and $mallsecurity == 0>>\ [[Try and sell some weed|Wednesday : Night : Sell Weed]] <</if>>\ [[Go right to sleep|Wednesday : Night : Sleep]]

You creep up right behind Kate, the sound of the other students masking your approach. Looking over her shoulder and catching a whiff of her sweet perfume, you announce your arrival. ''"Need some help?".'' You offer, which causes her to gasp and spin around to face you warily. Her eye's narrow to slits when she sees the goofy grin on your face, knowing that you meant to startle her. @@color:pink;''"You jerk!".''@@ She squeaks, as she begins to rain blows upon you with her little fists. You cover yourself against her assault, but the smile on your face seems to annoy her further, and spurs her on to start trying to kick you as well. ''"Ok, ok, you win!".'' You concede, as she huffs and puffs, glaring at you with an angry pouting face. ''//She looks so damn cute when she gets angry...//'' You observe. ''"Alright, what's it gonna take for you to forgive me, huh?".'' Her anger seems to melt away as she takes a step closer to you, proudly extending her hand out toward you, palm up. @@color:pink;''"I think I deserve a present for dealing with your bullshit all the time, K".''@@ Looking around to see if anyone is watching, you gently help her lower her hand, explaining ''"Yo, hold it down, that's bait, let's go somewhere with less eyes".'' @@color:pink;''"Fine,"''@@ she grumbles, taking you by the wrist and dragging you towards the girl's bathroom. You're trying to look in all directions at once as she flings the door open and ushers you into the room. A quick scan of the area proves that the bathroom is vacant, though Kate continues tugging at you until you're both in one of the stalls as she locks the door behind you. @@color:pink;''"Present time!".''@@ She announces cheerily, looking at you expectantly. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/girlswr.jpg" width="600" height="400"></center> <<if $weed == 0>>\ You dig into your pocket and pull out a five dollar bill, ''"Alright, here you go, the next spliff is on me".'' @@color:pink;''"Yaaaaaay!".''@@ She celebrates, taking the bill from your hand and leaping into your arms, giggling. <<set $money = $money - 5>> <<print "Money -5">> <</if>>\ <<if $weed > 0>> You dig into your pocket and pull out a little bag of weed, dangling it in front of her like a dirt farmer dangles a carrot in front of a mule. @@color:pink;''"Yaaaaaay!".''@@ She celebrates, taking the bag from your hand and leaping into your arms, giggling. <<set $weed = $weed - 1>> <<print "Weed -1">> <</if>> Her body presses against yours, both hands resting on your pecs, with one of her legs raised up behind her like a flamingo. You bristle at her touch as she looks up at you, which brings her slightly open mouth very close to your own. For a moment, you both pause, looking dumbly into each other's eyes. <<if $kate == 45>> Thoughts of Gino begin to creep into your mind, as well as thoughts of what life would be like in a full body cast. Kate apparently isn't thinking of Gino, as she closes the distance and pushes her mouth against yours. She forcefully pushes your back flat against the wall of the bathroom stall. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katesubschool.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ ''"Mmppphhh, Kate, I -mmpphh".'' You try and speak in between kisses, but Kate isn't having it, her hand firmly grasping your cock through your clothes. Your mouth gapes open in ecstasy, and Kate takes the opportunity to shove her tongue down your throat in response. Wrapping your arms around her body, you hold her gently and submit to her ministrations. There's not much room for your tongue to maneuver, so you end up mostly just sucking her tongue as it slithers in and out of your mouth. Kate begins to whimper urgently, picking up the pace on your cock and humping her body against yours. This level of stimulation puts you near the edge, moaning loudly as Kate breaks off the kiss and breaths into your ear, @@color:pink;''"AHH! Fuuuuuuuck yeahhhhhhhhh".''@@ ''"Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Kaaaaaaaaaaate! ngghhhhh ... nggghhhh".'' You convulse as she violently milks your dick into your pants, her tongue flicking at your ear. There's nothing you can do but moan, as spurt after spurt of your cum fills up in your underwear, and Kate's handjob begins to taper off. Taking a step back and examining her clothing for traces of cum, Kate looks back at the stain on the front of your pants and giggles. @@color:pink;''"Thanks for the present K, I hope you enjoy yours too. Just don't unwrap it until you get home".''@@ She jests, swaying her sexy ass as she walks out of the bathroom without another word. You slump down into a squatting position in the stall, panting in exhaustion. ''//Holy shit... holy shit... That girl is amazing, but crazy, bat-shit fucking crazy!//''. Carrying your bag right in front of your crotch to conceal the stain, you head out back to your car. Starting up the engine, music blares loudly, causing you to falter slightly as you back out of the space and head for home. <<set $kate = $kate - 5>>\ <<set $katesub = 1>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<set $sub = $sub + 5 >> <<print "Masculinity - 5">> <<print "Submission + 5">> <</if>>\ <<if $kate == 55>> Thoughts of Gino begin to creep into your mind, as well as thoughts of what life would be like in a full body cast. ''//Fuck Gino...//'' You decide, as you closes the distance and push your mouth against hers, while pushing her back flat against the wall of the bathroom stall. @@color:pink;''"Mmppphhh, K, I -mmpphh".''@@ She tries to speak in between kisses, but you're not having it, your hand firmly pressing against her pussy through her clothes. Her mouth gapes open in ecstasy, and you take the opportunity to shove your tongue down her throat in response. Wrapping her arms around your shoulders, she holds you gently and submits to your ministrations. There's not much room for her tongue to maneuver, so she ends up mostly just sucking your tongue as you slide it in and out of her mouth. Kate begins to whimper urgently, as you replace your hand with your throbbing cock against her pussy, humping her briskly. This level of stimulation puts her near the edge, moaning loudly as you break off the kiss and grab her legs, hoisting her into the air, ''"GRRRRRRRRRRRR"'', you growl dominantly. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katedomschool.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ @@color:pink;''"Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Kaaaaaaaaaaayyy! AAAHHHHHH!!".''@@ She convulses as you savagely ragdoll her, ramming her pussy over her clothes, your hands gripping her ass tightly. There's nothing she can do but moan, as she cums in her panties with your bulge grinding against her. Feeling right on the brink yourself, you decide to stop before you cream your pants. Lowering her down on the toilet to recover, you admire how cute Kate looks as she takes small gulps of air and wipes at the sweat on her brow. ''"I hope you enjoyed your present, you got the bonus plan, honey".'' She smiles up at you shyly and opens her mouth, puffing out a soundless laugh. You give her a masculine chortle and wink suavely before walking out of the stall. Catching your reflection in the mirror, you raise your arms and flex at yourself, ''//RAAAAAWWWWRRR! HAAAAA!//'' Throwing open the door, you don't care if anyone sees you walking out of the girls bathroom at this point. You strut proudly, head held high, as you exit out the back of the building and step into your car. Starting up the engine, you switch tapes, popping in [["Ice Cream" by Raekwon|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jgh10of6DKA]]. You start to rap along with the song boisterously as you drive off. <<set $kate = $kate + 5>>\ <<set $katedom = 1>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5 >> <<print "Masculinity + 5">> <<print "Dominance + 5">> <</if>>\ [[Drive home|Wednesday : Night : Home]]

<<if $jan == 45>>\ You walk up to Jan with a friendly wave and a smile. ''"Hey Jan, sorry about earlier, I was just-".'' @@color:crimson;''"pffft, wow..."''@@ She interrupts. ''"What?".'' @@color:crimson;''"Oh I dunno, you coming over here to apologize after I humiliated you. That's pretty pathetic, don't you think?".''@@ You don't reply, but just study her face for a moment. @@color:crimson;''"Don't you have any balls?? I make a fool out of you in front of everyone, and here you are, hat in hand, looking to kiss my fucking ass".''@@ She laughs haughtily. This causes you to stiffen your back, you take a step forward, pointing your finger at her as you begin to speak sternly ''"Listen Jan! Don't act like I'm some kind of fucki-AAAAAAHHHH".'' You wail, as Jan grabs you by the ear and drags you into the girl's bathroom. Flinging you into one of the stalls, she follows you in and locks the door behind her. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/girlswr.jpg" width="600" height="400"></center> @@color:crimson;''"NO!".''@@ She growls, grabbing you by the chin, @@color:crimson;''"YOU Listen! I know all about how you dream of my perfect body. How you tug on your little pecker at night thinking about me... don't you?".''@@ She leers, bringing her face close to yours. You want to admit to her that it's true, you want to lean in and kiss her beautiful lips right now, you want- ''"NNNNNNGGGHHHHH"'' You crumple to the ground as her bony knee connects sharply with your groin. A debilitating pain shoots through your legs as you clutch at your aching testicles, Jan's hollow laugh echoing in your ears once again. @@color:crimson;''"You perverted little weasel! How dare you fantasize about me without my permission!?".''@@ She scolds. Anger begins to burn within you, primed by her non-stop abuse. @@color:crimson;''"But you took your punishment like a good boy, and I'm ready to accept your apology".''@@ She says in a milder tone of voice and you hear a zipper being opened. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jansubschool.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ Your attention is drawn away from your throbbing testicles for a moment, looking up to see Jan bending over and seductively sliding her pants and underwear down below her ass. @@color:crimson;''"You came here to kiss my ass didn't you? Well pucker up, buttercup".''@@ Although her ass is small, it's perfectly proportional to her lithe frame, and toned enough to look carved out of marble. @@color:crimson;''"And I don't want to feel your greasy fingers on my body, it's gonna be all lips and ass, you hear me?".''@@ You're mesmerized by the sight of her tiny hairless pussy, it's so delicate and majestic that you would guess she was still a virgin. @@color:crimson;''"KEVIN!".''@@ She yells, causing you to look up, seeing her head turned to glare at you with fire behind her eyes. @@color:crimson;''"Kiss - My - Ass ... NOW!".''@@ She commands. Leaning in with your hands still holding your balls, you wet your lips and press them gently against her perfect ass. @@color:crimson;''"That's right, boy. Now say you're sorry".''@@ ''"I'm sorry Jan".'' You promise, intoxicated by the aroma of her vagina as you prostrate yourself before this beautiful, bratty goddess. @@color:crimson;''"meh, sowwy Jaaaan".''@@ She mocks, @@color:crimson;''"Don't get overexcited about it or anything...".''@@ She adds sarcastically, as she pushes your face away and stands to replace her clothing. Jan turns around to find you still on your knees, she grabs your chin again, this time pressing her foot against your sore balls. @@color:crimson;''"Don't you know how lucky you are for getting to kiss my ass? You should probably thank me, shouldn't you?".''@@ She suggests, pressing down harder onto your balls. ''"AAAHHH!! Yes Jan! Thank you Jan!".'' You plead, hoping she will spare your poor balls any more abuse, and so she does. @@color:crimson;''"Good boy!".''@@ Encourages Jan, ruffling your hair and floating out of the bathroom like an angel. Regaining your composure, you cradle your balls and try to wrap your brain around what just happened. ''//I just kissed Jan's bare ass in the toilet, and thanked her for it, what's wrong with me?//'' The image of Jan's heavenly ass and pussy floats back into your mind instantly, ''//Ahhhh, that ass though...//'' You carefully get back to your feet and make your way to the parking lot to find your car. Starting up the engine, music blares loudly, causing you to falter slightly as you back out of the space and head for home. <<set $jan = $jan - 5>>\ <<set $jansub = 1>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<set $sub = $sub + 5>> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <<print "Submission +5">> <</if>>\ <<if $jan == 55>> There's a confident smile on your face as you approach Jan, she turns to look at you skeptically. ''"Wow, Jan, did you go to a salon at lunch?".'' she raises an eyebrow quizzically. ''"No seriously, you look even better than you did this morning"'', you lean in closer ''"Come on, what's your secret?".'' @@color:crimson;''"Hmmph! ...Fresh...".''@@ She dismisses, but you can tell that it did stroke her ego slightly. ''"What are you doing here all alone?".'' @@color:crimson;''"I'm waiting for my ride... If it EVER shows up".''@@ Jan flusters. ''"What!? I can't believe anyone would keep you waiting Jan, can I give you a lift?".'' You offer. She looks at you appraisingly for a moment before answering, @@color:crimson;''"Yes, yes I think you should ta- WAAAHH!".''@@ She yelps as you scoop her up into your arms like a newlywed bride. @@color:crimson;''"I didn't mean you should pick me up, pea-brain!".''@@ Complains Jan, but you pretend not to notice, carrying her out the door (which you kick open) and over to your humble vehicle. <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jandomschool.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ Opening the passenger side door for her, you begin to panic, realizing that your car is an absolute disaster area. Thinking on your feet, you gallantly remove your sweater and place it over the garbage rolling around the floor mat. Taking her hand in yours, you lead her into her seat ''"My lady"'' You flourish with a bow. Jan climbs into the seat and you hurry over to ther driver's side to join her in the car, starting the engine quickly. As the music begins to blast, you quickly lower it, flashing Jan a smile and pulling out of the school parking lot. The conversation is sparse to begin with, short of Jan giving you directions to her house. You break the silence with a question, ''"So tell me Jan, how is it that you haven't picked a suitor yet? They must be breaking down your door vying for your attention".'' @@color:crimson;''"Peons!".''@@ She retorts, @@color:crimson;''"Uncouth peasants, the lot of them!".''@@ ''"When you're right, you're right, Jan. And you're seldom wrong".'' @@color:crimson;''"You seem different to me Kevin, but I'm still trying to decide if you're just full of shit like everyone else and trying to get into my pants".''@@ She turns to look at you, @@color:crimson;''"Which you NEVER will, I hope that's clear".''@@ Chuckling in agreement, you reassure her ''"Of course not Jan, I wouldn't dream of imposing on your sensibilities".'' @@color:crimson;''"So why is it that you're so //interested// in me, Kevin?".''@@ She quickly adds, waiting hawkishly for a response to an obvious trap question. You waste no time in answering, ''"I wouldn't lie to you Jan,"'' you promise ''"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life and I almost have no choice in being drawn to you".'' That was a risk, frank honesty can either go really well, or really badly with women. She considers you for a moment, @@color:crimson;''"Yes... Yes, I believe you, and I appreciate your honesty, Kevin".''@@ ''//SCORE!!!//'' Jan seems to loosen up and talk more freely with you for the rest of the drive, mostly relating the exploits of some of the other girls at school. You nod your head and smile as //"Radio Jan"// goes into coast-to-coast mode with the gossip. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/janhome.jpg" width="500" height="300"></center> The neighborhood that Jan lives in is absolutely beautiful, all the houses are mansions, with gates and circular driveways. @@color:crimson;''"It's the next one on the right, just pull up to the speakerphone on the driveway".''@@ Instructs Jan, and you comply. //BUZZ Can I help you?// @@color:crimson;''"Open the gate numbnuts!".''@@ Shouts Jan, leaning across your body. //BUZZ Right away miss// The gates slowly swing open and you drive up to the landing in front of her house. It looks like a small scale version of the white house, but a little less political, and a little more stylish. You hop out of the car and swiftly open the door for Jan, offering her your hand. She smiles faintly, taking your hand and gently getting out of the car, allowing you to lead her up the stairs and to the doors of her opulent palace. @@color:crimson;''"Would you like to come inside?".''@@ She suggests flatly. Your eyes open a little wider and you grip her hand a little tighter ''"Sure Jan! Let's go!".'' @@color:crimson;''"Hahahaha,".''@@ She laughs with a tone of superiority, @@color:crimson;''"I bet you would, maybe some other time Kevin".''@@ she teases. You try not to let the disappointment touch your face, instead laughing along with her ''"hehehe, as you wish".'' You lean in to kiss her hand and she yanks it away. Cocking her head to the side, she pushes her cheek out towards you and waits expectantly. Although it's just a peck on the cheek, you kiss her as slowly and passionately as you can, hoping to impress her. @@color:crimson;''"Hmmpph".''@@ She grunts, studying you once again, this time nodding her head in approval. @@color:crimson;''"Thanks for the //lift// Kevin".''@@ She says, turning her back to you and walking towards the double doors. ''"No problem, Jan".'' You reply, ''"Uhh, I'll talk to you later".'' Maybe you should just quit while you're ahead, and stop shouting things at her back while she walks away. Jumping back into your ride, you put on [["Champion" by Buju Banton|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TsrKloxhfaw]] and take a victory lap around the block before heading for home yourself. <<set $jan = $jan + 5>>\ <<set $jandom = 1>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>> <<print "Masculinity +5">> <<print "Dominance +5">> <</if>> [[Drive home|Wednesday : Night : Home]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/study.jpg" width="500" height="300"></center> <<if $high > 0>>\ You retrieve your textbook from your bag and try to start working on your homework but you're just too high to concentrate. [[Back|Wednesday : Night : Home]] <</if>> <<if $high == 0>> You retrieve your textbook from your bag and start working on your homework. It takes you all night to finish, but the the repetition allows you to absorb some of the information. Your eyes are hurting from the strain and you decide to call it a night. <<set $int = $int + 5>> <<print "Intelligence + 5">> [[Go to sleep|Wednesday : Night : Sleep]] <</if>>

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/dumbbells.jpg" width="500" height="300"></center> <<if $high > 0>>\ You fish the dumbbells out of your closet and get ready to put in a hard workout. Completing your first set of bicep curls, you get a bit of a head-rush because you're so high. Abandoning the weights, you decide on a different course of action tonight. [[Back|Wednesday : Night : Home]] <</if>> <<if $high == 0>> You fish the dumbbells out of your closet and get ready to put in a hard workout. After 4 sets of 15 reps, your muscles are sore and fatigued, it's probably time to call it a night. <<set $str = $str + 5>> <<print "Strength + 5">> [[Go to sleep|Wednesday : Night : Sleep]] <</if>>

Jumping into your car, you head out to the mall hoping to turn a profit.''//Let's get this money!//'' You make your rounds through the mall looking for known potheads and keep an ear open for anyone talking about weed. <<if $sub < 10>>\ It doesn't take long for you to spot a few groups of guys who you recognize. A quick whisper in the ear is all it takes, and you soon find yourself conducting a small-time drug deal. ''//Three doubles and a single... Not a bad day's work.//'' You muse, counting your money in the car before calling it a night. <<set $money = $money +70>>\ <<set $weed = $weed -7>> <<print "Money +70">> <<print "Weed -7">> [[Go to sleep|Wednesday : Night : Sleep]] <</if>>\ \ <<if $sub == 10 or $sub == 15>>\ You're flagged down by a few kids who want to examine the baggies in the bathroom before making their purchase. Three of the kids chat you up while the last one takes eight bags into the stall. A few minutes later, he comes out of the stall and announces that he only wants two of the gram baggies. He pushes a twenty into your hand along with the other 6 bags before walking out of the bathroom with his buddies in tow. ''//Ah well, twenty dollars richer, I guess//'' You think to yourself as you begin to add the remaining bags back to your stash. Initially, all the bags appeared equal on sight, but when compared to the baggies in the stash, these ones look slightly lighter. It quickly dawns on you that the bags were pinched by this kid, siphoning off a little bit from every bag and making them all seem equal. You estimate that you've lost about two grams in the exchange. You rush out of the bathroom to find the perpetrators, but they're lost in the throng people. You sigh heavily and decide to pack it in for the night and head for home. <<set $money = $money +20>>\ <<set $weed = $weed -4>> <<print "Money +20">> <<print "Weed -4">> [[Go to sleep|Wednesday : Night : Sleep]] <</if>>\ \ <<if $sub == 20 or $sub == 25>>\ One of the older kids notices your soliciting and motions his head for you to follow him into the bathroom. He's much bigger than you and he seems very determined, you don't have much choice but to comply. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Yo, gimme a twin , son".''@@ The two bags come out of your pocket and into his hand a little faster than they should have. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Respect..."''@@ He mumbles, as he turns around and starts walking out the door. ''"Yo dog, I'm gonna need that twenty..."'' You say to his back, as he ignores you and opens the door walking out of the bathroom. Anger begins to build up within you, eager to do something in reprisal against this asshole. You walk out of the bathroom and see him approaching his group of friends. He slaps hands with one of his buddies (palm-to-palm), and says something to him. The other guy looks surprised at first, then looks over at you and busts out laughing. Someone's shoulder collides with yours, sending you twisting to the groud. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Move bitch!"''@@ Scolds a guy trying to get into the bathroom. You flush in embarrassment, quickly getting back to your feet as some kids laugh at you. You begin thinking of excuses in your head to justify why you should just let this go. //''Fucking asshole, he's lucky I'm holding weight right now or I would fuck him up... There's too many people around, I'm not going to jail for 20 bucks''//. There's no way anyone else will buy from you tonight, so you decide to pack it in for the night and head for home. <<set $weed = $weed - 2>> <<print "Weed -2">> [[Go to sleep|Wednesday : Night : Sleep]] <</if>>\ <<if $sub >= 30 and $mallsecurity == 0>>\ You're not having much luck tonight, it seems like everyone already bought weed to get ready for the weekend. Even though you're trying to sell drugs, the constant rejection leaves you a bit flustered. Walking to the bathroom, you splash some water on your face trying to calm down, then you hear the lock on the door click loudly. [[Next|Wednesday : Night : Mall Security]] <</if>>

You somehow manage to find your bedroom in a blind, fatigued state. Instinctively shedding your clothes, you fall onto the bed, your face mashing into the pillow. The last thing you see is a small red light, ''//That fucking alarm clock is drivi----zzzzzzZZZZZZZ//''. <<set $clothes = 0>> [[Sleep until the next morning|Thursday : Wake up]]

<<set $day = $day + 1>>\ __''Day: 4 - Thursday''__ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/alarm1.jpg" height= "100" width="220" style="float:left;"/>//<big>CREEEK CREEEEK CREEEK</big>//-You slap your alarm clock hard and bolt upright on your bed. ''//Uggghhhh, I have to get rid of that fucking alarm clock...//'' It takes a few moments of staring at the wall before your eyes adjust and your head acclimates to consciousness. </body> Shambling to your feet, you somehow manage to navigate your way to the bathroom like a zombie. Kicking into auto-pilot, you complete your morning ritual. Do you want to shower and brush your teeth? or go grunge and see if Sam is around for a morning smoke <<set $high = 0>> [[Brush your teeth and shower|Thursday : Brush your teeh and shower]] [[Go see Sam|Thursday : Smoke with Sam]]

<<if $showerintro > 0>>\ You scrub yourself thoroughly in the shower and polish your teeth to a high gloss. Feeling refreshed, you throw on your baggy attire and head down to the kitchen for your breakfast of brown liquid. ''"Thanks mom..."'' You say to the money waiting for you on the counter before scooping it up and into your pocket. <<set $clothes = 1>> <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> Jumping into your cutlass, it's not long before the engine is humming and the music is blaring [["Regulate" by Warren G|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1plPyJdXKIY]]. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. <<set $money = $money + 10>> <<print "Money +10">> <</if>>\ <<if $showerintro == 0>>\ You step into the shower under a spray of water that you set as hot as you can possibly withstand, and then you gradually raise the heat even further. You soap up and rinse yourself off methodically, then jump out of the shower and start to rhythmically work your toothbrush around the inside of your mouth. Walking briskly into your room, you throw the closet door open grabbing your Major Damage jeans, jungle camo bandana, black hoodie and Air Jordans. Quickly donning your incredibly baggy attire of choice, you wrap your bandana slightly covering your eyes, mexican gangster style. <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/camobandana.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/hoodie.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jeans.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jordans.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <<set $clothes = 1>> </center> Heading down to the kitchen, you find a ten dollar bill waiting for you on the counter. It only takes one minute to warm your mug of water in the microwave before scooping in sugar and instant coffee, stirring the contents as you make your way outside to your car. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> You drive a white, 1992 oldsmobile cutlass with factory rims. Getting into the driver's seat, you try not to notice (or care) that your car is a complete mess of papers, coke cans and fast food packaging. Starting the engine, your cassette player kicks on playing [["Regulate" by Warren G|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1plPyJdXKIY]]. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. <<set $showerintro = $showerintro + 1>> <<set $money = $money + 10>>\ <<print "Money +10">> <</if>>\ [[Head for the school|Thursday : School Morning]]

<<set $high = $high +25>>\ <<set $money = $money +10>>\ <<if $samintro > 0>>\ Showers in the morning always make you tired, so throw on your attire of choice and head down to the kitchen for your breakfast of brown liquid. ''"Thanks mom..."'' You say to the money waiting for you on the counter before scooping it up and into your pocket. <<set $clothes = 1>> <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> Jumping into your cutlass, it's not long before the engine is humming and the music is blaring [["Regulate" by Warren G|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1plPyJdXKIY]]. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. On your approach to the school, you spot a familiar car in the parking lot of the adjacent mini-mall. You pull up beside Sam's car and jump into his passenger seat after a brief knock on the window. <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/samsmoke.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ ''"Wake and bake time!"'' You announce, as you and Sam proceed to get fucked up while discussing rap music and girls. It's not long before the joint is done and you need to get to school. A quick fist bump, and you're off. <<print "Intoxication +25">> <<print "Money +10">> <</if>>\ <<if $samintro == 0>> Walking briskly into your room, you throw the closet door open grabbing your Major Damage jeans, jungle camo bandana, black hoodie and Air Jordans. Quickly donning your incredibly baggy attire of choice, you wrap your bandana slightly covering your eyes, mexican gangster style. <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/camobandana.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/hoodie.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jeans.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jordans.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <<set $clothes = 1>> </center> Heading down to the kitchen where you find a ten dollar bill waiting for you on the counter. It only takes one minute to warm your mug of water in the microwave before scooping in sugar and instant coffee, stirring the contents as you make your way outside to your car. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> You drive a white, 1992 oldsmobile cutlass with factory rims. Getting into the driver's seat, you try not to notice (or care) that your car is a complete mess of papers, coke cans and fast food packaging. Starting the engine, your cassette player kicks on playing [["Regulate" by Warren G|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1plPyJdXKIY]]. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. On your approach to the school, you spot a familiar car in the parking lot of the adjacent mini-mall. You turn down the music, creep up beside the driver, and pull into the empty space. ''"Break yo' self fool!"'' you bellow out. Your friend Sam jerks in his seat, spilling some weed out of the rolling paper he was raising to his lips. @@color:green;''"Fuuuuuck! You scared the shit outa me dog".''@@ ''"Hahaha, you're slippin' man... You're lucky though, you could be dead right now if it was someone else".'' @@color:green;''"Yeah, whateva, get in K"''@@ You shut down your ride, lock it up, and climb into Sam's passenger seat as he's twisting off the tip of the joint. He sparks up the (now slightly shortened) one-paper pinner and traps two long hauls inside his lungs as he passes it over without looking in your direction. You bring the cherry below your nose and savor the skunky aroma before taking a big hit off it yourself. <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/samsmoke.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ Sam begins to exhale a huge cloud of smoke until the torrent ends in a brief fit of coughing. You flash him a toothy grin and take your second draw, this time struggling to hold it in. The irritation to your lungs is too much and you quickly begin to exhale, choking halfway through and coughing with smoke still in your lungs. @@color:green;''"Hehehehehe"''@@ Sam's stoner laugh lazily rolls out of his mouth as he grips you by the back of the neck, gently rocking you side to side. Your lungs are burning and your mouth begins to produce an inordinate amount of saliva, signalling that you may puke up your morning coffee, but you spit it out the window and start taking short breaths of air. Sam grabs his air freshener from the rear-view mirror and sticks it into the car's vent, turning the heat up to high. This fills the car with the smell of pine needles, which is meant to mask the smell of weed on your clothes. He grabs a bottle of visine out of his glove compartment and begins dripping it into his eyes before passing it your way while blinking rapidly. ''"Nah, I'm good"'' You say, pointing to the bandana shading your eyes. A little trick you picked up in your first year of school, since teachers kept forcing you to take your hat off in class. @@color:green;''"Shit, we gotta get to school, man".''@@ ''"Aight, I'll see you there bruv, easy"'' You fist bump and climb into your own car heading for the first day of your second year in school. <<set $samintro = $samintro + 1>> <<print "Intoxication +25">> <<print "Money +10">> <</if>> [[Head for the school|Thursday : School Morning]]

Pulling around the back of the school, you note the large community center where you smoked many a fatty, and the low income housing co-operative beyond, where you smoked even fattiers... Parking your car in the students section, you make your way into the main atrium of the building. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/schoolatrium.jpg" width="600" height="400"></center> With only five minutes before class starts, you briefly observe the hustle and bustle of students scrambling to prepare for their first class. It's quite a scene, filled with commotion, chatter and the sounds of metal lockers opening and slamming shut. It's almost like moving through a nightclub as you navigate your way to the front of the building, weaving around exuberant groups of kids and completing your first lap of the building. Along the way, you spot some familiar faces. \ <<if $sam == 50>>\ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/sam1.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ You met [[Sam|Thursday : School Morning : Sam]] early last year around a burning session and you quickly took to each other based on weed, taste in music, .... , yeah, mostly weed. He's west indian and incredibly vain about his appearance. Standing a few inches taller than you and a dozen or so pounds heavier, he fits well into his stylish clothing. At the moment he somewhat resembles a used car salesman as he chats up a small group of girls taken in by his posturing and bravado. </body> \ <</if>>\ <<if $ivan == 50>>\ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ivan1.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ You and [[Ivan|Thursday : School Morning : Ivan]] were in drama class together last year, and your shared love of monty python and roleplaying games quickly made you great friends. Originally from Russia, he's a bit shorter and skinnier than you, with a short, blonde haircut and pale blue eyes. There's nothing remarkable about his choice of dress, a simple pair of blue jeans and a dress shirt. He sits on the floor beside his open locker as he thumbs through what you recognize as his monster compendium. </body> \ <</if>>\ <<if $kate == 50>>\ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/kate1.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Oh yes, [[Kate|Thursday : School Morning : Kate]], she's been a lot of fun to be around all year. She doesn't have a slutty reputation, but she does party hard, and indulges in smoke and drink to a level that rivals any of the guys in your company. While a few inches shorter than you, you're about the same weight, but she has fat deposits in all the right places. She's a natural blonde, but she chooses to dye her shoulder-length hair black in order to pull off the leather jacket and stud nose ring that she sports proudly. Everyone knows she's blonde (her roots give it away), and she's often the butt of blonde jokes despite her attempts to mask it. </body> \ <</if>>\ <<if $jan == 50>>\ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jan1.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ [[Jan|Thursday : School Morning : Jan]] is a classical Italian beauty, with dark eyes and short dark hair framing a delicate but slightly angular face. Her body is perfectly proportioned, as if she stepped right out of an oil painting from the renaissance. Most impressively, her waist is almost impossible, and her poise is beyond reproach. The words elegant, graceful and demure spring to mind... </body> \ <</if>>\ <<if $gary == 50>>\ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/gary1.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ A steady rap on the window outside draws your attention and you see your old friend [[Gary|Thursday : School Morning : Gary]] who you grew up with. He's a year older than you but exactly the same height, fully clad in camouflage gear and army style boots. People always remark that you look alike (you don't see it). Although you're the same height, his stocky, barrel-chested physique puts him at about 200 lbs. His dark eyes, high and tight style buzz-cut and rounded off facial structure betray his latino heritage. Seeing that he's gotten your attention, he inclines his head signalling for you to join him outside. </body> \ <</if>>\

<<set $sam = $sam + 5>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ You strut up behind Sam, throwing your arm over his shoulders and slightly pulling him down to match your height. ''"Hey ladies!"'' You point to Sam and yourself interchangeably. ''"Couple of one-two cutie pies over here, huh?".'' Most of the girls begin to giggle, with only a few of them pulling an unimpressed face. Sam falters for half a second, before recovering well and beaming that charming smile of his. Just then, the bell sounds and the mess of bodies in the atrium come to life, scattering like roaches when the lights turn on. Sam claps you on the shoulder, @@color:green;''"I'm out dog, come see me at lunch about that thing"''@@ as he turns and heads for the north stairwell. You're going in the other direction, climbing the south steps and walking into your first class of the day. <<print "Masculinity +5">> <<print "Dominance +5">> [[Head for Class|Thursday : First Period]]

<<set $int = $int +5>>\ <<set $ivan = $ivan +5>>\ You walk over and plonk yourself beside Ivan on the floor, noting that he's studying the stats of a displacer beast while copying something into his notebook before looking up to greet you. @@color:cyan;''"Kev! how's it going, man?"''@@ ''"Hey man! do you have math first period too?"'' @@color:cyan;''"Nope, I have gym class first thing in the morning... could it get any worse?"''@@ ''"Haha! wanna trade?"'' @@color:cyan;''"I wish... But check this out".''@@ He quickly shows you a method of easily multiplying two and three digit numbers in your head. @@color:cyan;''"So hey, you wanna test out the intro to this campaign I've been working on? We could run through it a bit at lunch."''@@ ''"Dunno man, we'll see how it goes... I might be //otherwise engaged//"'' You drawl out seductively. @@color:cyan;''"Hahahaha, ok, ok, well you know where to find me..."''@@ And so you do, Ivan spends most of his time under the stairwell reading or working on his roleplaying campaigns. As the bell sounds, Ivan slams his book shut, depositing it into his locker as you both stand and set course for your respective classes. <<print "Intelligence +5">> [[Head for Class|Thursday : First Period]]

Kate turns in your direction as she sees you approaching her with a smile on your face. Although Kate is officially dating a musclebound Italian guy named Gino, you two have shared a few drunken moments slopping each other down in a closet over the past year. You love her looks, her style and her attitude... You're not too fond of being crippled for life by large, angry jocks though. \ <<if $high > 0>>\ @@color:pink;''"K!"''@@ She hugs you around your neck in a tight embrace, pulling you downward. @@color:pink;''"Ewww, you smell like a cab driver, well at least you're - wait!"''@@ She inclines her head below yours, quickly looking into each one of your eyes back and forth. @@color:pink;''"Bwahahaha, oh my god, you're high as shit aren't you!?".''@@ Your grin splits your head nearly in half ''"Guilty as charged".'' She smacks you in the shoulder. @@color:pink;''"Why didn't you come get me?? I should kick your ass for not thinking of me!".''@@ You cock one eyebrow, ''"Really? What you gonna do? Beat me black and blonde?".'' @@color:pink;''"HAHAHAHA!".''@@ She swats at you again, @@color:pink;''"Jerk!"''@@, before sulkingly folding her arms and deliberately looking away from you. ''"Awwwww sweeeeetie,"'' you taunt condescendingly. She peeks at you briefly before averting her gaze once more, this time tapping her foot on the ground. ''"Ok, ok, I owe you one"'' you negotiate. @@color:pink;''"YAY!"''@@ she cheers, turning her attention back to you and drawing nearer. ''"How am I supposed to know you're around though? You can't blame me if you're nowhere to be found".'' @@color:pink;''"Duhhh, maybe you should try making an appointment then,"''@@ She leans in to whisper in your ear seductively @@color:pink;''"I'll see if I can //fit you in//".''@@ She jerks back and gasps, opening her eyes and mouth wide in fake surprise, then covers her mouth to suppress a giggle. You're dumbstruck, staring at her, your mouth agape. It's a good thing your hoodie is XL, otherwise the tent in your pants might be large enough to cover the entire building. Just then, the bell sounds, causing Kate to prance off in satisfaction. @@color:pink;''"Byeeeee Kayyyyy!"''@@ She calls, looking over her shoulder as she's already walking away. ''//Goddammit! This bitch is crazy and she's gonna get me flattened by her gorilla of a boyfriend//''. You watch her plush ass attempting to escape out of her tight jeans as she walks further away. ''//Sheeeit, it just might be worth it//''. <<set $kate = $kate + 5>>\ <</if>> <<if $high == 0>>\ @@color:pink;''"K!".''@@ She hugs you around your neck in a tight embrace, pulling you downward. You return the hug, wrapping your arms around her waist but remaining conscious of where your hands end up (or rather, where they don't end up). She seems to sense your reluctance to fully embrace her publicly and gently moves back away. @@color:pink;''"I like your hair, it's so soft and poofy, hahaha"''@@ She teases, as she proceeds to ruffle your hair like a child. ''"Whoah, whoah! Don't mess with the do!"'' She rolls her eyes and motions that your mop of a haircut looks no different than before. @@color:pink;''"Don't worry, you still look all prim and proper"''@@ She mocks, miming as if she's feathering your hair for you. @@color:pink;''"God... You're so girly sometimes, ya know?".''@@ ''"Hehehe, alright don't worry about it, you're forgiven".'' You smile, ignoring her girly comment. ''"Listen I was thinking about that time when - "''. You're cut off as the bell rings and you glance up at the clock on the wall muttering a curse. @@color:pink;''"Bye K!"''@@ You turn back and she's already partially obscured by bodies, disappearing into the crowd and heading for class. ''//Shit... She's so hot, I wonder how long a broken bone takes to heal//'' <<set $kate = $kate - 5>>\ \ <</if>>\ [[Head for Class|Thursday : First Period]]

You've never had a problem with Jan, mostly because you tiptoe around hoping not to get on her bad side. It's a good thing too, she's known to be a bit of a bitch, and kicked more than one guy in the nuts last year. If that's not enough, she can be an incredibly malicious gossip, people sometimes call her "Radio Jan" - never right to her face though. Jan is talking to some of the other girls, their mouths racing and heads bobbing to and fro. ''//hehehe, a chickenhead convention//''. Seeing your approach, the girls fall silent and turn their heads to stare at you appraisingly. Jan turns her whole body to face you, taking a strong pose with hands on hips, impatiently waiting for you to speak. <<if $high == 25>>\ <<set $jan = $jan - 5>>\ \ ''"Hey Jan! You're looking good today".'' You offer, as friendly and nonchalant as you can manage. @@color:crimson;''"Why's your hair all greasy and disgusting?"''@@ She questions, wrinkling her nose in disgust. ''"That's just how I roll, baby"'' You retort, smiling smugly with your arms outstretched to your sides. @@color:crimson;''"That's how you roll? You mean, you //ROLL// right out of bed and don't wash your filthy ass before going out in public?".''@@ The other girls eye each other in amusement waiting to hear what you say next. You give them a suffering look, hoping for some empathy, before stepping forward and taking Jan's delicate hand in yours. ''"Look Jan, I'm -".'' She cuts you off by sticking her hand right in front of your face. @@color:crimson;''"Your fucking breath stinks! Who's dick did you suck before you waddled over here shit-stains?".''@@ With that, the other girls erupt into a chorus of mocking laughter at your expense. Jan smirks at you as the bell tolls, spinning on her heels and strutting off imperiously with her little minions following in tow. ''//Well that could have gone better... pffft! fucking pompous bitch, I'd give you some dick-breath you'd never forget//''. Flushed red with both embarrassment and anger, you grind your teeth together as you stomp your way down the hall. <</if>>\ <<if $high == 0>>\ \ ''"Hey Jan! You're looking good today".'' You offer, as friendly and nonchalant as you can manage. @@color:crimson;''"Hi Kevin, thank you for the compliment, but are you suggesting that I only look good today and not other days?".''@@ The other girls give you a warning glare. ''"Hahaha, of course not Jan, you're a ten, you're always a ten".'' She's obviously skeptical about your motives, and knows that you're just telling her what she wants to hear, but she seems to enjoy the praise all the same. @@color:crimson;''"A ten huh? Is that a fact?".''@@ You take the initiative to step forward and take her delicate hand in yours ''"Look around Jan, if you can spot any other woman in the room who rivals your beauty, I'll cut her face off immediately!".'' You slowly incline a knee, going in for the kiss on the hand, just as the bell signals the start of first period. She pulls her hand from your loose grip and shoots you an approving smile, @@color:crimson;''"You're cute, see you later Kevin".''@@ You incline your head and perform a mild flourish of deference with your hand ''"My Lady...".'' The chickenheads follow behind Jan, squawking frantically, and occasionally throwing you a backward glance before clucking onward. ''//YES! Oh this is gonna be soooo easy...//''. You throw out a little three punch boxing combination when you think nobody is looking and then you head for class. <<set $jan = $jan + 5>> <</if>>\ [[Head for Class|Thursday : First Period]]

Throwing open the front doors, you spot Gary just as he turns the corner of the building assuming you will follow him. As you begin to track him around the corner, you recall some of your past with Gary while growing up and wonder if you might be making a mistake by following him. Gary was always the bad kid in school, he liked to bully you and some of your other friends. Most people avoided him like the plague, but you managed to befriend him by your shared enjoyment of video games and general sadism (mostly feigned from your end). One thing Gary was known for was his incredibly short fuse and propensity for violence. You were one of his only friends, and that kept him from directing his bullying toward you (for the most part) but you definitely wanted him by your side if a fight broke out. Being a full year older than you, he was kind of like the asshole older brother you never had, he would beat on you once in a while, but he hardened you in the process. The other thing Gary was infamous for was getting into trouble, and specifically, getting you into trouble. You round the corner and approach him as he stands with his back turned to you. ''"Sup man? Whatchu sayin?"''. You rattle off that colloquial greeting even though you know full well what he's doing here. He dropped out of school three months into his first year and often came to visit you at school to hang out. He slowly turns around to face you, brandishing an expertly fashioned blunt between his fingertips and smiling at you triumphantly. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Let's do this shit, son"''@@ He says, confident that his incredibly rare instance of treating you to a smoke should leave you with no option to refuse him. [[Fuck it, let's go|Thursday : Skipping First Period]] [[Nah, I have to go to class|Thursday : First Period]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/math.jpg" width="599" height="280"></center> Your notice that your math class is substantially emptier than usual, then you remember that it's some kind of religious holiday. Keeping track of these things is not a priority on your list, but Amy's absence does disappoint you a little bit. The teacher himself seems to be away for the day, and you're happy to see that the supply teacher has no interest in conducting a formal lesson. Your instructions are to read a particular chapter of the textbook while the teacher shuffles through a mess of papers. [[Take a nap|Thursday : First Period - Take a nap]] <<if $gary == 50>> [[Sneak out for a smoke|Thursday : First Period - Sneak out for a smoke]] <</if>>

<<set $high = $high + 25>>\ The two of you slide around the side of the building, avoiding open windows where you can, and it's smooth sailing once you hit the rear parking lot. Gary leads you into the co-op, but there's nobody around yet at this early hour so you continue on to the huge park at the back. Settling down on the bleachers of the baseball diamond, Gary sparks up the blunt after a quick scan of the area. About halfway down the blunt, the conversation sparks up too. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"So yo, you find any fly honeys for me to fuck yet? hehehe".''@@ ''"pffft... You? Nah son, not too many hot bitches into fat dudes these days". '' He gives you a warning glare, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"That's where you wrong skinny bitch, your girls Kate and Jan loved this fat dick".''@@ ''"Oh you fucked them both already, huh?"'' You lean in, overtly examining his mouth. ''"Looks like you still got all your teeth homie, your grill would be ALL fucked up after Gino was done with you."'' @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Man, fuck that mothafucka! I'd beat the brakes off that big dumb macaroni bender, then fuck his bitch right in front of him too"''@@ ''"Sure you would tough guy, SUUUUURE you would"'' You break out in a giggle before taking your last hit off the blunt which is basically a roach now. He grabs your shoulder and spins you around to face him, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Dog, look in my fucking eyes, do I look scared?".''@@ You know Gary well enough after all these years, and the half-lidded angry look in his eyes convinces you that he's truly not afraid of Gino, or anyone else for that matter. ''"I never said you were scared, man... I said he would fuck you up. Shit, you already forgot the beating I gave you last year? and I'm a buck fifty soaking wet".'' Gary grabs your collar, standing up, and bringing you up with him, shouting now. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Nah bitch, I must have forgot, maybe because of the thousand beatings I put on you and your little friends! With you CRYING LIKE A LITTLE BITCH FOR YOUR MOMMY!!".''@@ You push his hands off and sit back down, ''//This has gone too far...He's flying into a rage//''. ''"Chill dog, you need to get your fuckin mind right"'' @@color:cornflowerblue;''"I DON'T //NEED// TO DO SHIT, BITCH!!!"''@@ He shouts, pushing the side of your head with two fingers. This sets you off too, standing back up and pushing him as hard as you can, forcing him to take two steps backward. Gary scrunches up his face in anger and charges at you with his fists cocked. <<print "Intoxicated +25">> <<if $high == 50 && $str <= 60>> [[Try to fight back|Thursday : Skipping First Period : submit to gary]] <</if>> <<if $high < 50 or $str > 60>>\ [[Fight back|Thursday : Skipping First Period : fight gary]] <</if>>

<<set $sub = $sub + 5>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<set $gary = $gary - 5>>\ You know that you can't go toe-to-toe with Gary and your only chance is to use your mobility and hope he gets fatigued enough for you to open-up on him. You stick your left in his face and try to slip his big right hand before getting back out of range, but you're a little too slow and he catches you near the crown of your skull. ''//Fuck, why did I smoke that spliff with Sam earlier? I'm too fucked up//''". You try and stay on your bicycle and play the matador but you're just a fraction of a second too slow. He connects to your body, he connects to your head, and now your legs start to feel rubbery as you continue to move backward. Here it comes, his signature right hand coming like a fastball from a major league pitcher. You know you're too slow to avoid it so you have to just cover up, placing both your arms to the sides of your head. The impact of the punch is mostly absorbed by your arms, but the sheer force of it (combined with your compromised balance) knocks you to the ground sideways. Gary wastes no time in jumping on you and scrambling into a position with his knees pinning down your shoulders. Not only are you unable to defend yourself now, but his weight is causing a lot of pain to your shoulder joints. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"What now bitch!?"''@@ He taunts, as he hits you across the face with a heavy slap. You're seeing stars, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"What!??"''@@ another smack, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"What! WHAT!!!"''@@ another and another. This reignites your anger, exploding with your hips and grunting with effort but he's still too heavy, ''"Fuck you!".'' This time, his hand closes around your throat, leaning all his weight on you. You try to bring your legs up and push him off, but you don't have the angle to do so. Maybe if you can get your hips twisted over, maybe if... you can get............''//Darkness//''. <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ktfo.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ @@color:lightsteelblue;''"You got knocked the FUCK OUT! hahahaha"''@@ Is the sound that wakes you from your slumber, and you see a skinny crackhead's face right in front of yours. You push him away and roll to one knee trying to get your bearings, then Gary speaks. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"He got choked out, not knocked out, dumbass".''@@ @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Same shit, this pussy was out cold! right my nigga? hahaha!"''@@ @@color:cornflowerblue;''"How about I knock YOU out cold?".''@@ This visibly stuck fear in the crackhead, causing the doting little sycophant to scamper away deeper into the park. You just know word of this will get out within hours... ''//fucking crackheads....//'' Getting up to your feet, you begin to slowly walk back in the direction of the school, your equilibrium still not fully restored. Gary falls into step beside you, putting his arm across your shoulders, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"You all good, my man?".''@@ You shrug his arm off and don't reply. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Yo, don't be like that K, you win some, you lose some".''@@ You walk a little quicker ignoring him completely. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"K! .... Kevin.... FUCK!".''@@ He grabs you by the shoulder, spinning you around, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Listen to me man! .... I'm sorry, ok? Why the fuck you gotta piss me off by running your mouth like that?".''@@ He's right, you know him well enough to be aware of what provokes him. At the same time though, he's wrong, he's oh, so, fucking wrong. Why should you always have to be cognisant of his anger when you have your own shit to worry about? Why should you have to manage his issues from the outside? @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Alright, look... Let's go over to Mickey's so I can grab my portion, maybe find you a tampon, then I'll hook you up with a link. Cool?".''@@ You give him a hollow stare, but allow yourself to be led toward Mickey's place. <<print "Submission +5">> <<print "Masculinity -5">> [[go see Mickey|Thursday : Skipping Second Period]]

<<set $str = $str +5>>\ <<set $dom = $dom +5>>\ <<set $masc = $masc +5>>\ <<set $gary = $gary + 5>>\ You know that you can't go toe-to-toe with Gary and your only chance is to use your mobility and hope he gets fatigued enough for you to open-up on him. You stick your left in his face and slip his big right hand before getting back out of range. Every time Gary winds up for one of his telegraphed punches, you take a step backward, putting him out of range and off balance. Now you truly start to back-pedal, forcing Gary to sprint at you while trying to judge the distance and timing. <big>''//BAM!//''</big> You dart forward with a straight right hand when he leasts expects it, causing him to run headlong into a punch that catches him flush on the chin. It barely affects Gary though, as he continues to walk you down like the terminator, swinging for the fences with both hands. This goes on for some time, and you have much more stamina than Gary does, but you're also expending more energy with your constant mobility. At this point, you're both starting to tire, as Gary's patented bull rush causes him to trip and fall forward. You try and move away but he catches your legs and pulls you to the ground, now scrambling on top of you. He tries to pin your shoulders with his knees, but you get your arms free and on his hips to control the position. With this, Gary's hands find your throat and begin to squeeze. You grab one of his hands with both of yours and pry it off, catching two of his fingers in your mouth and bite down hard. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"You little FUCK!"''@@ Gary shouts in anger, as his other hand leaves your throat and grabs the side of your head, digging into the corner of your eye with his thumb. This makes you bite down even harder, as you echo each other in a primal cry. ''"GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!"'' @@color:cornflowerblue;''"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRR!!!"''@@ "YOOOOO!" Shouts a voice off to the side. You spot the crackhead quickly, but Gary has to slightly turn his head to see who it is. At that moment, you explode with your hips, turn your back to Gary and escape out the back door between his legs. Getting back to his feet rather sluggishly, Gary stands up huffing and puffing and giving you a sadistic smile. You snort in derision, then begin to walk back toward the school while brushing bits of grass and dirt off your clothes. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Daaaaayyuuummm, that was doooope! You guys know how to put on a show! hahahaha! I liked the part where-"''@@ @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Shut your cocksucker!"''@@ Gary orders, causing the crackhead to clam-up and slink off with his head looking at the ground. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Yo, K"''@@, You look at him over your shoulder expecting for round 2, he continues, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"I'm swinging by Mickey's to grab my portion, you down?".''@@ <<print "Strength +5">> <<print "Dominance +5">> <<print "Masculinity +5">> [[go see Mickey|Thursday : Skipping Second Period]]

<<if $gary > 50>>\ Traversing the twisting, narrow streets of the co-op can be somewhat confusing, so you make mental notes of several small landmarks on the way. Eventually you come to a door that looks remarkably similar to every other door you've passed, with the exception of some scrape marks near the deadbolt suggesting forced entry. Taking another quick look around, you reconsider, it's actually not as common as you initially thought. Gary pounds on the door as hard as he can for about thirty seconds before it's flung open. <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/mickey1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Mickey is several inches taller than you and Gary, with a shaved head and an overgrown goatee. He's wearing a stained wife-beater, and a pair of baggy cargo shorts. You would guess that he's Irish, with his brown hair, blue eyes, and lanky build. </body> @@color:gold;''"Who the FUCK is- ... G! HAAAWWW! wassup gangsta!?"''@@ He clasps hands with Gary, pulling him into a half embrace and slapping him on the back. You instantly detect the smell of weed and [["Who's the Man?" by House of Pain|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d2NZER0DCdI]] bumping in the room, which must be why Gary was knocking so hard. With that, Mickey turns his attention to eye you skeptically, @@color:gold;''"Who's your girlfriend?"''@@ You turn to look at Gary, ''"Really, man? Really??? This clown is the link?".'' Gary looks at you and Mickey both in irritation, then pushes the door fully open and shoves his way past Mickey into the building. You and Mickey keep eye contact as you follow in behind Gary, and hope you're not going to get arrested just for setting foot in this place. Sticking his head out the doorway, Mickey quickly looks left and right before slamming the door and bolting it shut. The room is a complete and utter pigsty, consisting of two ancient, duct-taped couches facing each other, and several stacks of milk crates serving as a coffee table. Other than that, the perimeter of the room is littered with empty bottles of booze and old fast food packaging. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"You got that thing?"''@@ Mickey lights up a three-paper joint and kicks back with his feet on the table, @@color:gold;''"What? Already? Have a seat boys, this buds on me! HAAWW HAAWW HAAWW"''@@ He bellows out with his obnoxious, donkey laugh. He pipes up again, having noticed the grass stains all over the both of you. @@color:gold;''"What happened to your clothes boys? wait.... I got it,"''@@ He inclines his head towards you and speaks a little softer @@color:gold;''"G tried to fuck you in the park didn't he?".''@@ You wrinkle your face up in disgust, snatching the joint out of his hand, ''"No, is that what you two usually do?".'' He looks angry with you at first, then erupts in annoying laughter @@color:gold;''"Well if you're not fuckin', you must be fightin', but I don't see you missing any teeth".''@@ ''"It was a draw...".'' @@color:gold;''"A draw? HAAWW! You and G fought to a draw? You must be slippin' G".''@@ Gary turns to face him as you pass him the joint. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Yeah, yeah, real cute... Can we skip the foreplay and get down to fucking already? Get my weed sack you fucking potato eater".''@@ Mickey looks at him blankly for a few seconds before you brashly interject, ''"Yeah, me too".'' He angrily turns his attention to you, seeming more offended by your comment than the racial slur made by Gary. With his voice dropping an octave, he points a bony finger at you menacingly, @@color:gold;''"Now you listen to me Sally, if you think for one fucking minute th-".''@@ @@color:cornflowerblue;''"I'll vouch for him"''@@ Interrupts Gary, drawing Mickey's attention back to him. For a moment it seems as if Mickey is going to fly off the handle on both of you, then his mouth opens wide in a laugh, @@color:gold;''"HAWWWWWWWW I'm just fucking with you boys!".''@@ ''"Yeah, just like your usual rendezvous in the park, huh?".'' He ignores your comment and flips the milk crate that his feet were resting on. It's full of individually packaged weed baggies, contained in larger ziplock bags. He pulls out 2 bags, throwing one to Gary and one to you. @@color:gold;''"Each bag is an ounce broken up into dime bags, they each weigh 1 gram-".''@@ <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/mickeyweed.jpg" width="500" height="300"></center> Gary stands up and starts walking out the door in the middle of the speech and you follow his lead. @@color:gold;''"AY! AY! Two bills by Monday, and that goes for both of you! Don't even think about trying to fuck me or-"''@@ @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Yeah, yeah, you'll get your money... See ya later //Mick//".''@@ Gary starts walking back to the park. ''//"Yo man, thanks for the link. I gotta get back to school though, I'll buck you later, cool?"//'' @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Yeah, laters".''@@ \ <<set $mickey = $mickey +5>>\ <<set $high = $high + 25>>\ <<set $weed = $weed + 28>>\ <<set $mickeydebt = 200>>\ <<print "Mickey Debt = 200">> <<print "Intoxication +25">> <<print "Weed +28">> <<elseif $gary < 50>> Traversing the twisting, narrow streets of the co-op can be somewhat confusing, so you make mental notes of several small landmarks on the way. Eventually you come to a door that looks remarkably similar to every other door you've passed, with the exception of some scrape marks near the deadbolt suggesting forced entry. Taking another quick look around, you reconsider, it's actually not as common as you initially thought. Gary pounds on the door as hard as he can for about 30 seconds before it's flung open. <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/mickey1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Mickey is several inches taller than you and Gary, with a shaved head and an overgrown goatee. He's wearing a stained wife-beater, and a pair of baggy cargo shorts. You would guess that he's Irish, with his brown hair, blue eyes, and lanky build. </body> @@color:gold;''"Who the FUCK is- ... G! HAAAWWW! wassup gangsta!?".''@@ He clasps hands with Gary, pulling him into a half embrace and slapping him on the back. You instantly detect the smell of weed and [["Who's the Man?" by House of Pain|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d2NZER0DCdI]] bumping in the room, which must be why Gary was knocking so hard. With that, Mickey turns his attention to eye you skeptically, @@color:gold;''"Who's your girlfriend?".''@@ You're not amused, but offer nothing in response but a sigh and an eyeroll. Gary looks at him in irritation, then pushes the door fully open and shoves his way past Mickey into the building. As you follow in behind Gary, Mickey slaps your ass and flashes you a yellow-toothed grin when you glare back at him. Sticking his head out the doorway, Mickey quickly looks left and right before slamming the door and bolting it shut. The room is a complete and utter pigsty, consisting of two ancient, duct-taped couches facing each other, and several stacks of milk crates serving as a coffee table. Other than that, the perimeter of the room is littered with empty bottles of booze and old fast food packaging. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"You got that thing?"''@@ Mickey lights up a three-paper joint and kicks back with his feet on the table, @@color:gold;''"What? Already? Have a seat, this buds on me! HAAWW HAAWW HAAWW".''@@ He bellows out with his obnoxious, donkey laugh. He pipes up again, having noticed the grass stains all over the both of you. @@color:gold;''"What happened to your clothes? wait.... I got it,"''@@ He moves to sit beside you, throwing his arm across your shoulders and speaking softly into your ear @@color:gold;''"He just fucked you in the park didn't he princess?".''@@ His stinking breath makes you turn your head away in disgust, ''"No"'' you mutter, looking to Gary for some kind of reprieve. Mickey sensually brings the joint up to your lips, @@color:gold;''"Shhh, wrap those pretty lips around this, baby".''@@ ''"Yo! what the fuck is your problem man?!".'' You say, knocking his arm off your shoulders and taking the joint from his hand. You quickly take your draws off the joint and are disgusted by the heavy taste of saliva, Mickey wet the end up really badly. Gary turns to face Mickey as you pass him the joint. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Can we skip the foreplay and get down to fucking already? Get my weed sack you fucking potato eater".''@@ Mickey looks at him blankly for a few seconds before you brashly interject, ''"Yeah, me too".'' He angrily turns his attention to you, seeming more offended by your comment than the racial slur made by Gary. With his voice dropping an octave, he points a bony finger at you menacingly, @@color:gold;''"Now you listen to me Sally, if you think for one fucking minute th-".''@@ @@color:cornflowerblue;''"I'll vouch for him"''@@ Interrupts Gary, drawing Mickey's attention back to him. For a moment it seems as if Mickey is going to fly off the handle on both of you, then his mouth opens wide in a laugh, @@color:gold;''"HAWWWWWWWW, no problem, no problem. I know your girlfriend is //good for it//. If you want it honey, you're gonna have to get it yourself, it's right here in my pocket".''@@ Tired of the games, you quickly shove your hand into his pocket and feel some kind of smooth object. It takes about two seconds for you to realise that you're running your hand along the length of his cock, which he slipped into a hole in his pocket. You flush bright red as you quickly yank your hand out of his pocket and onto your lap. @@color:gold;''"HAAWW HAWW HAWW!!!"''@@ @@color:cornflowerblue;''"YO DOG! Can I get my fucking HERRRB!? or fucking WHAAAT!?"''@@ Gary is fuming now, clearly having seen enough. Mickey flips over the milk crate that his feet were resting on. It's full of individually packaged weed baggies, contained in larger ziplock bags. He pulls out 2 bags, throwing one to Gary and one to you. @@color:gold;''"Each bag is an ounce broken up into dime bags, they each weigh 1 gram-".''@@ <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/mickeyweed.jpg" width="500" height="300"></center> Gary stands up and starts walking out the door in the middle of the speech and you follow his lead. Mickey guides you from behind with a hand on your lower back, which slips down to your right ass cheek, giving it a firm squeeze just as you cross the threshold. @@color:gold;''"AY! AY! Two bills by Monday, and that goes for both of you! Don't even think about trying to fuck me or-".''@@ @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Yeah, yeah, you'll get your money... See ya later //Mick//".''@@ Gary starts walking back to the park. ''"Yo man, I gotta get back to school, I'll buck you later, cool?"'' @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Yeah, laters".''@@ <<set $mickey = $mickey - 5>>\ <<set $high = $high + 25>>\ <<set $weed = $weed + 28>>\ <<set $mickeydebt = 200>>\ <<print "Mickey Debt = 200">> <<print "Intoxication +25">> <<print "Weed +28">> <</if>>\ <<if $bonnie != 0>>\ [[Go to your next class|Thursday : Second Period]] <</if>>\ <<if $bonnie == 0>>\ [[Skip drama class and go to lunch|Thursday : Lunch]] <</if>>\

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/lockernote.jpg" width="386" height="280"></center> Making a quick stop at your locker to drop off your bag before drama class, you notice a small note hanging inside. Printed in a formal text right in the middle of the page, it reads... @@color:orange;''"Mr. K, Come and see me in my office immediately. -Bonnie"''@@ The name Bonnie is written in longhand at the bottom, with a pink lipstick kiss diagonally on the corner. <<if $bonnie == 45>>\ //''Well, that's weird... She's kind of a freak, but this is my best chance to finally get some pussy.''// <</if>>\ <<if $bonnie == 55>>\ //''Damn, this bitch is crazy... Crazy for my dick, haha''// You puff up proudly, nodding your head with a sly grin. <</if>>\ Deciding that her 'office' is actually her house, you hurry over hoping for some more play-time. Knocking on her front door once, twice, three times and there is no reply. You begin to rethink your conclusion about what 'office' means when the door flies open. Bonnie's stands there with a hard and stoic look on her face, she regards you questioningly. She's wearing a short, pink skirt and a matching spaghetti strap top. ''"Uhh, hey Bonnie, I got your note"'' You state as a matter of fact. @@color:orange;''"You cannot enter, Mr. K, the gateway to the law is shut"''@@ She retorts, her voice firm and cold. You're not sure what to make of this situation, but clearly, she's back to her little Kafka analogy again. Even so, it's kind of creepy. Her shining smile and bubbling personality now seem like a distant memory, like she's a different person. You look over her shoulder, down the hallway of her house to find it empty. At that, Bonnie takes a step toward you, looking into your eyes intensely. @@color:orange;''"If you're tempted, give it a try. Try and go in, even though I say you can't. Careful though... I'm powerful. And I'm only the lowliest of all the guards. But there's a gatekeeper for each of the rooms and each of them is more powerful than the last. It's more than I can stand just to look at the third one."''@@ Your eyes widen at this, //''Has she completely lost her mind?''// Bonnie's hand comes up to grip your genitals loosely, but possessively. @@color:orange;''"It's your decision Mr. K, it's always been your decision"''@@ She adds, her hand gently massaging your junk. @@color:orange;''"BAHAHAHAHA!"''@@ She roars with laughter, @@color:orange;''"You should see your face right now!"''@@, the old Bonnie bursting back into existence. Still dumbfounded by her rapid change in attitude, You're unable to do anything other than gape at her with a perplexed look on your face. @@color:orange;''"Heeheehee, get in here K,"''@@ She says, grabbing your wrist and dragging you inside, @@color:orange;''"And go change your clothes".''@@ With that, Bonnie walks toward the den and out of your view. //''She's right, I could just walk out of here right now and not get stabbed to death by this psycho...''//. [[She was jusy acting, you did meet her in drama class after all|Thursday : Continue with Bonnie]] [[Something seems off about her, in the head|Thursday : End Bonnie]]

Leaning back in your chair slightly, you lower your bandana down over your eyes and rest your chin on your chest. It's not long before your eyes fall shut and you're dozing off in class. By the time you're roused by the bell, you can already see that most of the other students have already left. Feeling refreshed by your nap, you get to your feet and walk out of the room. <<if $bonnie != 0>>\ [[Go to your next class|Thursday : Second Period]] <</if>>\ <<if $bonnie == 0>>\ [[Skip drama class and go to lunch|Thursday : Lunch]] <</if>>\

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/minimall.jpg" width="800" height="300"></center> <<set $clothes = 1>> Walking over to the mini-mall, you see students milling about, eating slices of pizza and yapping away. You quickly scan the crowd for possibilities <<if $money >= 5>>\ Go to the [[Pizza|Thursday : Lunch : Pizza]] place. <</if>> <<if $sam == 55>>\ You remember that [[Sam|Thursday : Lunch : Sam]] suggested you should go and see him at lunch. He didn't say why, but you can guess that it's to smoke another joint over by the community centre. <</if>>\ \ <<if $ivan == 55 && $roh == 0 && $jain == 0>>\ [[Ivan|Thursday : Lunch : Ivan]] did mention that he would like you to check out his new campaign, and he's always holed up in that alcove under the stairs. <</if>>\ <<if $fats == 50 and $money > 0>>\ Go see [[Fats|Thursday : Lunch : Buy some weed from Fats]], the local drugdealer in the area. <</if>>\ [[Go to Class|Thursday : Gym Class]]

<<set $sam = $sam +5>>\ <<set $high = $high +25>>\ The walk to the community center is very short, just a few minutes from the minimall. The thick smell of chlorine fills your nostrils as you pass by the indoor pool and out the rear entrance to the smokers hangout. Sure enough, there's Sam, and he's in a heated argument with Alan, a guy he grew up with. <body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/alan.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Alan is east Indian, dark hair and eyes, and with a similar build to Sam. His one distinguishing feature is a huge set of lips, which made him the local beat-boxing champion, but also earned him the unenviable nickname "Congo". </body> You don't have time to understand what they're arguing about because it bursts into a wrestling match as soon as you clear the doorway. ''"Yo!"'' You say, hoping to get their attention, but you have no success, as they continue to grapple with each other. They manage to trip each other, their bodies now intertwined on the ground as they grunt with effort. You sigh heavily and decide to let them tire themselves out. It isn't long before Sam manages to get Alan's back and put him into a neck-crank. @@color:cyan;''"Yo! Chill-chill-chill"''@@ Begs Alan. Sam smiles, pushing down against Alan's head as he stands up (rubbing his face into the dirt a little bit). @@color:green;''"Sup K, enjoying the show?"''@@ ''"Oh yeah, real slick, it's not like you two idiots are getting into it every single day..."'' @@color:green;''"Haha, fuck you..."''@@ He smiles, as he retrieves a joint from his metal cigarette case. Alan stands up, rubbing the dirt from his eyes @@color:cyan;''"Fuckin bitch... You're lucky I fucked my knee up last week or I'd be stomping your bitch ass into the dirt".''@@ Sam gives him a sideways glance and punches him playfully in the shoulder, which Alan returns immediately at double the force. Not to be outdone, Sam turn to face him and they break out into a slapfight, which then evolves into an upper body grappling match. ''"YO! .... YOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"'' You yell, pushing both of them into the wall from the side. They stop to look at you for a second and you use the opening to grab the joint before it gets destroyed. ''"Here's an idea, I'll smoke this shit while you two continue to grope each other... cool?".'' As you light it up and take your draws, the skunky smell seems to have tamed the beast in them, as they wait eagerly for their turns. The three of you discuss rap music and girls at the school until the joint disappears. In the distance, you faintly hear the school bell ring and you all begin to head in that direction. <<print "Intoxication +25">> [[Go to class|Thursday : Gym Class]]

You quickly make your way over to Ivan's alcove and find him, once again, engrossed in his monster compendium. Without a word, you plop yourself down beside him and catch a glimpse of a succubus before he jumps in surprise and slams the book shut. @@color:cyan;''"Oh, err.. Hey Kev"''@@ ''"Hehe, hey, so what's all this about a new campaign?"'' @@color:cyan;''"Oh yeah!"''@@ Ivan lights up pleasantly, then begins to shuffle though his backpack, withdrawing maps, figures, character sheets and dice. @@color:cyan;''"Ok, pick a character, and I'll control the other one as an NPC, but don't expect them to be too proactive as far as the quest goes..."''@@ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/roh1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ @@color:cyan;''"You can be''@@ [[Roh the Impaler|Thursday : Roh the impaler]]@@color:cyan;'', a massive half-orc barbarian with a penchant for strong drink and... well... impaling things".''@@ </body> <<if $will != 60>> <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jain1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ @@color:cyan;''"Or,''@@ [[Jain the light|Thursday : Jain the light]]@@color:cyan;'', an elven cleric who's power derives from her piety and purity of heart."''@@ </body> <</if>>

<body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/fats1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Everyone knows Fats, he goes to your school (when he feels like it) and he always has weed for sale. The nickname is well deserved, as he's a few inches taller than you, but weighs at least 300 pounds. He's kind of a rocker with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tight leather jacket that he always wears. </body> <<if $weed > 0>>\ Even though you already have a fat sack of weed, Fats always has a different flavour for you to try. And besides, the more links you have, the better off you are when things run dry. <</if>>\ \ You know his house in the co-op very well and it's not long before you're knocking on his door. No answer. This is typical of Fats, he's probably oversleeping as usual. Finding the door unlocked, you walk in and go up the stairs towards Fats' room. Slowly cracking the door open, hoping not to wake him if you can help it, you see something you weren't expecting. <<if $dom > 0>>\ You see Fats laying on his back with headphones on and jerking on his average length, girthy dick. Sighing, you slowly walk into Fats' field of view and raise your arms to the side, questioningly. This causes Fats to pull the blanket over himself and throw off his headphones all in one motion. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"What the fuck K!? Can I get some privacy over here, guy?".''@@ ''"Oh, my bad... I didn't know you were training in here and wrestling the bald-headed champ".'' @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Fuck off..".''@@ He puffs, quickly donning his ripped jeans and throwing on a black T-shirt. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Alright guy, what's so fucking important that you have to wake me up early in the morning".''@@ You stare at him blankly ''"It's noon Fats...".'' @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Noon!? Fuck! Look, I got shit to do guy, whatchu need?".''@@ ''"Gimme a ten-piece, yo".'' Fat's reaches into his pocket and flings a small baggie you, which you dodge in disgust, watching it hit the floor. ''"YO MAN! You better wash your fuckin hands before your dick fingers hand me anything, dog... The fuck is wrong with you?".'' @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Yeah, yeah... I'll be right out, Mr. sensitive".''@@ You take a seat on one of the chairs in the kitchen and have a look around the house. It's a very well kempt place, if a little quaint with regard to the colours and style of furniture. There are many pictures on the walls, one of Fats' younger sister Barb, and you think she must be adopted. She has the same hair and eye colour as Fats, but she's incredibly slender and pretty. She goes to the Catholic school down the street which is why you rarely see her. You're woken from your trance by a baggie sliding across the counter. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Don't get any thoughts about my sister, guy... I'll have to jack you up like the last fool who tried to fuck around".''@@ ''"You jacked him up? Sure you didn't jack him off?".'' This flushes Fats' face in what you guess is both anger and embarrassment. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"That's not funny... Don't tell anyone about that shit, guy..".''@@ ''"Haha, don't worry my man, we're good".'' You say, slapping a ten dollar bill on the table and grabbing your weed before heading down the stairs and out the door. <<set $money = $money -10>>\ <<set $weed = $weed +1>>\ <<set $fats = $fats +5>> <<print "Money -10">> <<print "Weed +1">> <<elseif $dom == 0>>\ <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/fatsjerk.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ You see Fats laying on his back with headphones on, but as your eyes scan further down his body, you can see his dick in his hand. You freeze on the spot examining his average length, girthy cock as he slowls strokes it up and down. The bulbous head looks like a gladiator's helmet, flaring outward as it becomes engorged with blood from his methodical milking. The shaft is so fat and veiny that he can barely get his hand around it, and his heavy balls begin to jostle around as he increases the pace. With a gutteral grunt, Fats thrusts his hips into the air as a big glob of cum arcs into the air landing on his belly. Several more thick ropes of cum end up on his stomach, causing your dick to unwillingly throb with excitement. You eyes move back up to Fats' face, only to find him looking right in your eyes, having noticed that both the door and your mouth are hanging open. You quickly shut your jaw and the door, in that order, and slink off to the kitchen. You take a seat on one of the chairs in the kitchen and have a look around the house. It's a very well kempt place, if a little quaint with regard to the colours and style of furniture. There are many pictures on the walls, one of Fats' younger sister Barb, and you think she must be adopted. She has the same hair and eye colour as Fats, but she's incredibly slender and pretty. She goes to the Catholic school down the street which is why you rarely see her. You're woken from your trance by Fats standing directly behind you @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Sup?".''@@ He says, now sporting nothing but a pair of bulging boxer shorts and leering at you knowingly. ''"Uhhh, ummm, can I get a ten-piece Fats?".'' You mewl out, spinning around in your seat to face him warily. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Let's see the money".''@@ He fires back, as you avert your eyes and quickly start to dig in your pocket. Your attention is broken as Fats take a hold of your chin, raising your face to look up into his eyes. You can smell the semen residue still on his hand as he bends in closely to speak very slowly and deliberately @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"You didn't see anything in there, now did you?".''@@ The look of fear in your eyes and the rapid shaking of your head convinces him, as he lets go of your chin and gently slaps your cheek, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Good boy".''@@ You stand up, placing your money on the table, and Fats pushes a slightly sticky baggie into your palm. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Now fuck off, I got shit to do, guy".''@@ Without a word, you're quickly going down the stairs and out the front door while scrubbing at your face with the sleeve of your sweater. <<set $money = $money -10>>\ <<set $weed = $weed +1>>\ <<set $fats = $fats -5>> <<print "Money -10">> <<print "Weed +1">> <</if>> [[Go to Class|Thursday : Gym Class]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/gym.jpg" width="580" height="278"></center> <<if $will == 40>>\ After yesterday, you're shivering at the prospect of running into Will again. Thoughts of skipping class run through your mind, but you don't want to run afoul of the coach, so you get changed quickly and approach the weight room. You open the door slowly and carefully, peeking inside to see if you can spot Will. When you dont see him, you breathe a sigh of relief and calmly walk into the room. The workout you got yesterday was so intense that you decide to do some squats again instead of riding the leg press machine. Hoisting the weight onto your shoulders, you get into the position that Will showed you and begin to descend. Your legs begin to ache almost immediately, stopping you from being able to go all the way down. You decide to do shallow squats, focusing mostly on squeezing hard from the fully upright position. By the time class ends, your butt is absolutely throbbing. You don't spend much time in the change room before walking out, involuntarily flexing your butt a little bit with each step. <<set $str = $str -5>> <<print "Strength -5">> <</if>>\ <<if $will == 60>>\ After yesterday, you're paranoid about running into Will again. Thoughts of skipping class run through your mind, but you don't want to run afoul of the coach, so you get changed quickly and approach the weight room. You begin to feel angry about the way Will makes you feel. With a scowl on your face and your fists clenched, you throw open the door and stride in scanning the area for any signs of Will's presence. Some of the other students look at you cautiously for a moment, fearing that it had been Will who barged through the door like that. Everyone in the room, you included, seem to relax due to Will's absence. The squats were a great lower body workout, but you know that it's important to switch muscle groups in order for them to heal properly. Instead, you get to work on the rowing machine, your back flexing and swelling as you shift the weights with some degree of effort. By the time the class is over, you're sweating heavily and your back has that satisfied ache about it. You freshen up a bit in the change room before getting dressed and leaving the class. <<set $str = $str + 5>> <<print "Strength +5">> <</if>>\ <<if $will == 0>>\ After yesterday, you're paranoid about running into Will again. Thoughts of skipping class run through your mind, but you don't want to run afoul of the coach, so you get changed quickly and approach the weight room. You begin to feel angry about the way Will makes you feel. With a scowl on your face and your fists clenched, you throw open the door and stride in scanning the area for any signs of Will's presence. Some of the other students look at you cautiously for a moment, fearing that it had been Will who barged through the door like that. Everyone in the room, you included, seem to relax due to Will's absence. The squats were a great lower body workout, but you know that it's important to switch muscle groups in order for them to heal properly. Instead, you get to work on the rowing machine, your back flexing and swelling as you shift the weights with some degree of effort. By the time the class is over, you're sweating heavily and your back has that satisfied ache about it. You freshen up a bit in the change room before getting dressed and leaving the class. <<set $str = $str + 5>> <<print "Strength +5">> <</if>>\ [[Prepare to leave|Thursday : After School]]

Without giving it much thought, you snatch the Barbarian character sheet. Quickly skimming over the stats and equipment, you're quite satisfied with the character you chose, he's a badass. The picture shows a huge green-skinned Half-orc wielding a large axe. His tight grip on the weapon forces ropes of muscle to bulge out of his already ridiculous bodybuilder physique. Ivan is checking over the other character sheet, seemingly making sure that everything is correct. He begins to explain some of the rules and limitations he's put on this campaign before relating the background and introduction of the quest. @@color:cyan;''"Ok, the local Baron has heard complaints from one of his small hamlets. Some of the animals began to disappear without a trace, and now there is report of a young girl having gone missing. You and Jain have been chosen to discover the root of this problem and put a stop to it... Oh, and they're behind on their taxes, so collect the money before you come back."''@@ ''"That sounds like the start to every single campaign I've ever heard..."'' @@color:cyan;''"Come on Kev, gimme a break, it get's better, ok? sheesh."''@@ ''"Alright, well, I'm not going on any adventure without some booze in my belly! Come on Jain, let's get you sauced up"'' You husk out with a grin. @@color:cyan;''"ohhh nooo"''@@ Says Ivan in a feminine voice @@color:cyan;''"I don't think it would be proper for a lady of the light to imbibe alcohol"''@@ Just then, a figure steps out in front of you in the alcove. You recognize him as Will, a heavily muscled jock who likes to pick on smaller kids. <<if $will == 40>>\ You quiver at his presence, recalling his rough hands all over your body when he forced you into his lap. Your eyes open wider as your gaze drifts down to his package, paralyzing you with fear. <</if>> @@color:slateblue;''"What the fuck are you two fags doing down here? Making out? HAHAHAHA!"''@@ Neither of you move, or deign to answer this meathead. He continues, @@color:slateblue;''"I thought I heard a chick, which one of you has a pussy? I want to fuck!".''@@ Will whips the character sheet out of your hand and gives the picture a glance before laughing and letting it fall to the floor. @@color:slateblue;''"Dungeons and Dragons? Wow, you guys really are nerds"''@@ He jeers, before grabbing Ivan's character sheet and seeing the beautiful elf girl in the picture. @@color:slateblue;''"Fuck yeah! This is you, huh?"''@@ When he doesn't get an answer, he pushes the page against Ivan's face with the picture outward and grabs his ankles. Probably out of sheer terror, Ivan goes completely limp and doesn't resist the bully. Will lifts his lower body into the air by his ankles, bringing him up to crotch level and pushes his pelvis against Ivan. He begins to thrust against Ivan's ass with a slow but firm rhythm. @@color:slateblue;''"Oh fuck, you would fit me just fine, Ahhhhhh... Moan for me baby".''@@ Ivan doesn't show any kind of reaction and gives no response. @@color:slateblue;''"I said MOAN BITCH!"''@@ Bellows Will, as he starts hammering at Ivan as hard as he can. Ivan cries out in pain, but his howl is intermittent because of the impacts to his body @@color:cyan;''"AHHHH-AH-AH-AH-AH"''@@ This seems to satisfy Will, as he pushes as hard as he can against Ivan and pretends to have an orgasm @@color:slateblue;''"YEAAAHHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHHH"''@@ With this, he drops Ivan to the ground and turns to blow you a kiss before walking off like nothing happened. You seem to spring back to reality at this point and wonder why you didn't do anything to intervene. ''//Oh yeah... He would have broken me in half with his pinky finger//''. Ivan still hasn't moved or said a word, so you peel the paper off his face and see that he's just looking at the ground sullenly. ''"Come on man, don't sweat it too much, Will could do that to anyone he wants".'' No reply. ''"He a roided up meathead bully! By the time you're a billionaire executive, he's gonna have a beer belly and pumping your gas for you".'' This seems to improve Ivan's move slightly, and he get's back up to a sitting position and begins collecting his figurines that were knocked over. ''"That's it buddy, I mean, the guy's a fucking asshole!".'' Ivan raises a hand cutting you off, @@color:cyan;''"Please... Don't use the words "fucking" and "asshole" in the same sentence ever again..."''@@ You bust out laughing and clap him on the shoulder just as the bell rings. Getting to your feet, you help Ivan collect the gaming gear, then you take Ivan's hand and help him up too. ''"I gotta go man, don't let that shit bother you"'' you say as you get ready to find your next class. @@color:cyan;''"Kev!"''@@ You turn to look at him and he smiles at you warmly, @@color:cyan;''"Thanks".''@@ You smile and walk out of the alcove. <<set $roh = $roh + 1>> [[Go to Class|Thursday : Gym Class]]

Looking at the two character sheets, you would normally just go with the fighter class, but the picture of Jain is absolutely beautiful. The hand holding Roh drops to your side as you examine the stunning cleric girl, which Ivan accepts as your decision, taking the other character sheet out of your hand. Ivan is checking over the other character sheet, seemingly making sure that everything is correct. He begins to explain some of the rules and limitations he's put on this campaign before relating the background and introduction of the quest. @@color:cyan;''"Ok, the local Baron has heard complaints from one of his small hamlets. Some of the animals began to disappear without a trace, and now there is report of a young girl having gone missing. You and Roh have been chosen to discover the root of this problem and put a stop to it... Oh, and they're behind on their taxes, so collect the money before you come back."''@@ ''"That sounds like the start to every single campaign I've ever heard..."'' @@color:cyan;''"Come on Kev, gimme a break, it get's better, ok? sheesh."''@@ @@color:cyan;''"Alright, well, I'm not going on any adventure without some booze in my belly! Come on Jain, let's get you sauced up"''@@ Ivan husks out with a grin. ''"ohhh nooo"'' You say in a feminine voice ''"I don't think it would be proper for a lady of the light to imbibe alcohol"'' Just then, a figure steps out in front of you in the alcove. You recognize him as Will, a heavily muscled jock who likes to pick on smaller kids. <<if $will == 40>>\ You quiver at his presence, recalling his rough hands all over your body when he forced you into his lap. Your eyes open wider as your gaze drifts down to his package, paralyzing you with fear. <</if>>\ @@color:slateblue;''"What the fuck are you two fags doing down here? Making out? HAHAHAHA!"''@@ Neither of you move, or deign to answer this meathead. He continues, @@color:slateblue;''"I thought I heard a chick, which one of you has a pussy? I want to fuck!".''@@ Will whips the character sheet out of Ivan's hand and gives the picture a glance before laughing and letting it fall to the floor. @@color:slateblue;''"Dungeons and Dragons? Wow, you guys really are nerds"''@@ He jeers, before grabbing your character sheet and seeing the beautiful elf girl in the picture. @@color:slateblue;''"Fuck yeah! This is you, huh?"''@@ When he doesn't get an answer, he pushes the page against your face with the picture outward and grabs your ankles. Probably out of sheer terror, you go completely limp and don't resist the bully. Will lifts your lower body into the air by your ankles, bringing you up to crotch level and pushes his pelvis against you. The long, hard shaft pressed between your asscheeks betrays that he's excited, not to mention HUGE. He begins to thrust against your ass with a slow but firm rhythm. @@color:slateblue;''"Oh fuck, you would fit me just fine, Ahhhhhh... Moan for me baby".''@@ You hesitate to respond, your head swimming as the stimulation begins to force some blood into your dick. @@color:slateblue;''"I said MOAN BITCH!"''@@ Bellows Will, as he starts hammering at you as hard as he can. You cry out in pain, but your howl is intermittent because of the impacts to your body ''"AHHHH-AH-AH-AH-AH"'' This seems to satisfy Will, as he pushes as hard as he can against your ass and pretends to have an orgasm @@color:slateblue;''"YEAAAHHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHHH"''@@ With this, he drops you to the ground and turns to blow Ivan a kiss before walking off like nothing happened. You lay there stunned, the arousal you felt from being humiliated by Will came as a huge surprise, as you're now at full mast. The paper, stuck to your face by sweat, hides the red flush in your cheeks as your mind drifts back to the sensation of his big cock against your ass. You are engulfed by feelings of inadequacy that have you nearly on the brink of tears. You still haven't moved or said a word, so Ivan peels the paper off your face, only to find that you're looking at the ground sullenly. @@color:cyan;''"Come on man, don't sweat it too much, Will could do that to anyone he wants".''@@ You don't reply. @@color:cyan;''"He's a roided up meathead bully! By the time you're a billionaire executive, he's gonna have a beer belly and pumping your gas for you".''@@ This seems to improve your mood slightly, and you begin to help Ivan collect his figurines that were knocked over. @@color:cyan;''"That's it buddy, I mean, the guy's a fucking asshole!".''@@ You raise a hand cutting him off, ''"Please... Don't use the words "fucking" and "asshole" in the same sentence ever again..."'' He bust out laughing and claps you on the shoulder just as the bell rings. Getting to his feet, Ivan collects the gaming gear, then he takes your hand and helps you up too. @@color:cyan;''"I gotta go man, don't let that shit bother you"''@@ He says, as he gets ready for his next class. ''"Ivan!"'' He turns to look at you and you smile at him warmly, ''"Thanks".'' He smiles back and walks out of the alcove. <<set $jain = $jain + 1>>\ <<set $masc = $masc -5>>\ <<set $sub = $sub +5>> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <<print "Submission +5">> [[Go to Class|Thursday : Gym Class]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/locker.jpg" width="800" height="300"></center> Swinging by your locker, you take out your bag and start heading for the rear entrance to find your car. <<if $kate == 55 or $kate == 45>> Nearing the rear exit, you spot [[Kate.|Thursday : After School : Kate]] looking through her purse, this would be a great chance to sneak up on her and work your magic. <</if>>\ <<if $jan == 55 or $jan == 45>> Nearing the rear exit, you spot [[Jan.|Thursday : After School : Jan]] standing idly, this time without her retinue of followers who seem determined to make your life difficult. This is the perfect opportunity to make some headway in your relationship. <</if>> You decide to [[head home early|Thursday : Night : Home]]

You creep up right behind Kate, the sound of the other students masking your approach. Looking over her shoulder and catching a whiff of her sweet perfume, you announce your arrival. ''"Need some help?".'' You offer, which causes her to gasp and spin around to face you warily. Her eye's narrow to slits when she sees the goofy grin on your face, knowing that you meant to startle her. @@color:pink;''"You jerk!".''@@ She squeaks, as she begins to rain blows upon you with her little fists. You cover yourself against her assault, but the smile on your face seems to annoy her further, and spurs her on to start trying to kick you as well. ''"Ok, ok, you win!".'' You concede, as she huffs and puffs, glaring at you with an angry pouting face. ''//She looks so damn cute when she gets angry...//'' You observe. ''"Alright, what's it gonna take for you to forgive me, huh?".'' Her anger seems to melt away as she takes a step closer to you, proudly extending her hand out toward you, palm up. @@color:pink;''"I think I deserve a present for dealing with your bullshit all the time, K".''@@ Looking around to see if anyone is watching, you gently help her lower her hand, explaining ''"Yo, hold it down, that's bait, let's go somewhere with less eyes".'' @@color:pink;''"Fine,"''@@ she grumbles, taking you by the wrist and dragging you towards the girl's bathroom. You're trying to look in all directions at once as she flings the door open and ushers you into the room. A quick scan of the area proves that the bathroom is vacant, though Kate continues tugging at you until you're both in one of the stalls as she locks the door behind you. @@color:pink;''"Present time!".''@@ She announces cheerily, looking at you expectantly. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/girlswr.jpg" width="600" height="400"></center> <<if $weed == 0>>\ You dig into your pocket and pull out a five dollar bill, ''"Alright, here you go, the next spliff is on me".'' @@color:pink;''"Yaaaaaay!".''@@ She celebrates, taking the bill from your hand and leaping into your arms, giggling. <<set $money = $money - 5>> <<print "Money -5">> <</if>>\ <<if $weed > 0>> You dig into your pocket and pull out a little bag of weed, dangling it in front of her like a dirt farmer dangles a carrot in front of a mule. @@color:pink;''"Yaaaaaay!".''@@ She celebrates, taking the bag from your hand and leaping into your arms, giggling. <<set $weed = $weed - 1>> <<print "Weed -1">> <</if>> Her body presses against yours, both hands resting on your pecs, with one of her legs raised up behind her like a flamingo. You bristle at her touch as she looks up at you, which brings her slightly open mouth very close to your own. For a moment, you both pause, looking dumbly into each other's eyes. <<if $kate == 45>> Thoughts of Gino begin to creep into your mind, as well as thoughts of what life would be like in a full body cast. Kate apparently isn't thinking of Gino, as she closes the distance and pushes her mouth against yours. She forcefully pushes your back flat against the wall of the bathroom stall. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katesubschool.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ ''"Mmppphhh, Kate, I -mmpphh".'' You try and speak in between kisses, but Kate isn't having it, her hand firmly grasping your cock through your clothes. Your mouth gapes open in ecstasy, and Kate takes the opportunity to shove her tongue down your throat in response. Wrapping your arms around her body, you hold her gently and submit to her ministrations. There's not much room for your tongue to maneuver, so you end up mostly just sucking her tongue as it slithers in and out of your mouth. Kate begins to whimper urgently, picking up the pace on your cock and humping her body against yours. This level of stimulation puts you near the edge, moaning loudly as Kate breaks off the kiss and breaths into your ear, @@color:pink;''"AHH! Fuuuuuuuck yeahhhhhhhhh".''@@ ''"Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Kaaaaaaaaaaate! ngghhhhh ... nggghhhh".'' You convulse as she violently milks your dick into your pants, her tongue flicking at your ear. There's nothing you can do but moan, as spurt after spurt of your cum fills up in your underwear, and Kate's handjob begins to taper off. Taking a step back and examining her clothing for traces of cum, Kate looks back at the stain on the front of your pants and giggles. @@color:pink;''"Thanks for the present K, I hope you enjoy yours too. Just don't unwrap it until you get home".''@@ She jests, swaying her sexy ass as she walks out of the bathroom without another word. You slump down into a squatting position in the stall, panting in exhaustion. ''//Holy shit... holy shit... That girl is amazing, but crazy, bat-shit fucking crazy!//''. Carrying your bag right in front of your crotch to conceal the stain, you head out back to your car. Starting up the engine, music blares loudly, causing you to falter slightly as you back out of the space and head for home. <<set $kate = $kate - 5>>\ <<set $katesub = 1>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<set $sub = $sub + 5 >> <<print "Masculinity - 5">> <<print "Submission + 5">> <</if>>\ <<if $kate == 55>> Thoughts of Gino begin to creep into your mind, as well as thoughts of what life would be like in a full body cast. ''//Fuck Gino...//'' You decide, as you closes the distance and push your mouth against hers, while pushing her back flat against the wall of the bathroom stall. @@color:pink;''"Mmppphhh, K, I -mmpphh".''@@ She tries to speak in between kisses, but you're not having it, your hand firmly pressing against her pussy through her clothes. Her mouth gapes open in ecstasy, and you take the opportunity to shove your tongue down her throat in response. Wrapping her arms around your shoulders, she holds you gently and submits to your ministrations. There's not much room for her tongue to maneuver, so she ends up mostly just sucking your tongue as you slide it in and out of her mouth. Kate begins to whimper urgently, as you replace your hand with your throbbing cock against her pussy, humping her briskly. This level of stimulation puts her near the edge, moaning loudly as you break off the kiss and grab her legs, hoisting her into the air, ''"GRRRRRRRRRRRR"'', you growl dominantly. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katedomschool.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ @@color:pink;''"Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Kaaaaaaaaaaayyy! AAAHHHHHH!!".''@@ She convulses as you savagely ragdoll her, ramming her pussy over her clothes, your hands gripping her ass tightly. There's nothing she can do but moan, as she cums in her panties with your bulge grinding against her. Feeling right on the brink yourself, you decide to stop before you cream your pants. Lowering her down on the toilet to recover, you admire how cute Kate looks as she takes small gulps of air and wipes at the sweat on her brow. ''"I hope you enjoyed your present, you got the bonus plan, honey".'' She smiles up at you shyly and opens her mouth, puffing out a soundless laugh. You give her a masculine chortle and wink suavely before walking out of the stall. Catching your reflection in the mirror, you raise your arms and flex at yourself, ''//RAAAAAWWWWRRR! HAAAAA!//'' Throwing open the door, you don't care if anyone sees you walking out of the girls bathroom at this point. You strut proudly, head held high, as you exit out the back of the building and step into your car. Starting up the engine, you switch tapes, popping in [["Ice Cream" by Raekwon|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jgh10of6DKA]]. You start to rap along with the song boisterously as you drive off. <<set $kate = $kate + 5>>\ <<set $katedom = 1>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5 >> <<print "Masculinity + 5">> <<print "Dominance + 5">> <</if>>\ [[Drive home|Thursday : Night : Home]]

<<if $jan == 45>>\ You walk up to Jan with a friendly wave and a smile. ''"Hey Jan, sorry about earlier, I was just-".'' @@color:crimson;''"pffft, wow..."''@@ She interrupts. ''"What?".'' @@color:crimson;''"Oh I dunno, you coming over here to apologize after I humiliated you. That's pretty pathetic, don't you think?".''@@ You don't reply, but just study her face for a moment. @@color:crimson;''"Don't you have any balls?? I make a fool out of you in front of everyone, and here you are, hat in hand, looking to kiss my fucking ass".''@@ She laughs haughtily. This causes you to stiffen your back, you take a step forward, pointing your finger at her as you begin to speak sternly ''"Listen Jan! Don't act like I'm some kind of fucki-AAAAAAHHHH".'' You wail, as Jan grabs you by the ear and drags you into the girl's bathroom. Flinging you into one of the stalls, she follows you in and locks the door behind her. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/girlswr.jpg" width="600" height="400"></center> @@color:crimson;''"NO!".''@@ She growls, grabbing you by the chin, @@color:crimson;''"YOU Listen! I know all about how you dream of my perfect body. How you tug on your little pecker at night thinking about me... don't you?".''@@ She leers, bringing her face close to yours. You want to admit to her that it's true, you want to lean in and kiss her beautiful lips right now, you want- ''"NNNNNNGGGHHHHH"'' You crumple to the ground as her bony knee connects sharply with your groin. A debilitating pain shoots through your legs as you clutch at your aching testicles, Jan's hollow laugh echoing in your ears once again. @@color:crimson;''"You perverted little weasel! How dare you fantasize about me without my permission!?".''@@ She scolds. Anger begins to burn within you, primed by her non-stop abuse. @@color:crimson;''"But you took your punishment like a good boy, and I'm ready to accept your apology".''@@ She says in a milder tone of voice and you hear a zipper being opened. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jansubschool.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ Your attention is drawn away from your throbbing testicles for a moment, looking up to see Jan bending over and seductively sliding her pants and underwear down below her ass. @@color:crimson;''"You came here to kiss my ass didn't you? Well pucker up, buttercup".''@@ Although her ass is small, it's perfectly proportional to her lithe frame, and toned enough to look carved out of marble. @@color:crimson;''"And I don't want to feel your greasy fingers on my body, it's gonna be all lips and ass, you hear me?".''@@ You're mesmerized by the sight of her tiny hairless pussy, it's so delicate and majestic that you would guess she was still a virgin. @@color:crimson;''"KEVIN!".''@@ She yells, causing you to look up, seeing her head turned to glare at you with fire behind her eyes. @@color:crimson;''"Kiss - My - Ass ... NOW!".''@@ She commands. Leaning in with your hands still holding your balls, you wet your lips and press them gently against her perfect ass. @@color:crimson;''"That's right, boy. Now say you're sorry".''@@ ''"I'm sorry Jan".'' You promise, intoxicated by the aroma of her vagina as you prostrate yourself before this beautiful, bratty goddess. @@color:crimson;''"meh, sowwy Jaaaan".''@@ She mocks, @@color:crimson;''"Don't get overexcited about it or anything...".''@@ She adds sarcastically, as she pushes your face away and stands to replace her clothing. Jan turns around to find you still on your knees, she grabs your chin again, this time pressing her foot against your sore balls. @@color:crimson;''"Don't you know how lucky you are for getting to kiss my ass? You should probably thank me, shouldn't you?".''@@ She suggests, pressing down harder onto your balls. ''"AAAHHH!! Yes Jan! Thank you Jan!".'' You plead, hoping she will spare your poor balls any more abuse, and so she does. @@color:crimson;''"Good boy!".''@@ Encourages Jan, ruffling your hair and floating out of the bathroom like an angel. Regaining your composure, you cradle your balls and try to wrap your brain around what just happened. ''//I just kissed Jan's bare ass in the toilet, and thanked her for it, what's wrong with me?//'' The image of Jan's heavenly ass and pussy floats back into your mind instantly, ''//Ahhhh, that ass though...//'' You carefully get back to your feet and make your way to the parking lot to find your car. Starting up the engine, music blares loudly, causing you to falter slightly as you back out of the space and head for home. <<set $jan = $jan - 5>>\ <<set $jansub = 1>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<set $sub = $sub + 5>> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <<print "Submission +5">> <</if>>\ <<if $jan == 55>> There's a confident smile on your face as you approach Jan, she turns to look at you skeptically. ''"Wow, Jan, did you go to a salon at lunch?".'' she raises an eyebrow quizzically. ''"No seriously, you look even better than you did this morning"'', you lean in closer ''"Come on, what's your secret?".'' @@color:crimson;''"Hmmph! ...Fresh...".''@@ She dismisses, but you can tell that it did stroke her ego slightly. ''"What are you doing here all alone?".'' @@color:crimson;''"I'm waiting for my ride... If it EVER shows up".''@@ Jan flusters. ''"What!? I can't believe anyone would keep you waiting Jan, can I give you a lift?".'' You offer. She looks at you appraisingly for a moment before answering, @@color:crimson;''"Yes, yes I think you should ta- WAAAHH!".''@@ She yelps as you scoop her up into your arms like a newlywed bride. @@color:crimson;''"I didn't mean you should pick me up, pea-brain!".''@@ Complains Jan, but you pretend not to notice, carrying her out the door (which you kick open) and over to your humble vehicle. <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jandomschool.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ Opening the passenger side door for her, you begin to panic, realizing that your car is an absolute disaster area. Thinking on your feet, you gallantly remove your sweater and place it over the garbage rolling around the floor mat. Taking her hand in yours, you lead her into her seat ''"My lady"'' You flourish with a bow. Jan climbs into the seat and you hurry over to ther driver's side to join her in the car, starting the engine quickly. As the music begins to blast, you quickly lower it, flashing Jan a smile and pulling out of the school parking lot. The conversation is sparse to begin with, short of Jan giving you directions to her house. You break the silence with a question, ''"So tell me Jan, how is it that you haven't picked a suitor yet? They must be breaking down your door vying for your attention".'' @@color:crimson;''"Peons!".''@@ She retorts, @@color:crimson;''"Uncouth peasants, the lot of them!".''@@ ''"When you're right, you're right, Jan. And you're seldom wrong".'' @@color:crimson;''"You seem different to me Kevin, but I'm still trying to decide if you're just full of shit like everyone else and trying to get into my pants".''@@ She turns to look at you, @@color:crimson;''"Which you NEVER will, I hope that's clear".''@@ Chuckling in agreement, you reassure her ''"Of course not Jan, I wouldn't dream of imposing on your sensibilities".'' @@color:crimson;''"So why is it that you're so //interested// in me, Kevin?".''@@ She quickly adds, waiting hawkishly for a response to an obvious trap question. You waste no time in answering, ''"I wouldn't lie to you Jan,"'' you promise ''"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life and I almost have no choice in being drawn to you".'' That was a risk, frank honesty can either go really well, or really badly with women. She considers you for a moment, @@color:crimson;''"Yes... Yes, I believe you, and I appreciate your honesty, Kevin".''@@ ''//SCORE!!!//'' Jan seems to loosen up and talk more freely with you for the rest of the drive, mostly relating the exploits of some of the other girls at school. You nod your head and smile as //"Radio Jan"// goes into coast-to-coast mode with the gossip. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/janhome.jpg" width="500" height="300"></center> The neighborhood that Jan lives in is absolutely beautiful, all the houses are mansions, with gates and circular driveways. @@color:crimson;''"It's the next one on the right, just pull up to the speakerphone on the driveway".''@@ Instructs Jan, and you comply. //BUZZ Can I help you?// @@color:crimson;''"Open the gate numbnuts!".''@@ Shouts Jan, leaning across your body. //BUZZ Right away miss// The gates slowly swing open and you drive up to the landing in front of her house. It looks like a small scale version of the white house, but a little less political, and a little more stylish. You hop out of the car and swiftly open the door for Jan, offering her your hand. She smiles faintly, taking your hand and gently getting out of the car, allowing you to lead her up the stairs and to the doors of her opulent palace. @@color:crimson;''"Would you like to come inside?".''@@ She suggests flatly. Your eyes open a little wider and you grip her hand a little tighter ''"Sure Jan! Let's go!".'' @@color:crimson;''"Hahahaha,".''@@ She laughs with a tone of superiority, @@color:crimson;''"I bet you would, maybe some other time Kevin".''@@ she teases. You try not to let the disappointment touch your face, instead laughing along with her ''"hehehe, as you wish".'' You lean in to kiss her hand and she yanks it away. Cocking her head to the side, she pushes her cheek out towards you and waits expectantly. Although it's just a peck on the cheek, you kiss her as slowly and passionately as you can, hoping to impress her. @@color:crimson;''"Hmmpph".''@@ She grunts, studying you once again, this time nodding her head in approval. @@color:crimson;''"Thanks for the //lift// Kevin".''@@ She says, turning her back to you and walking towards the double doors. ''"No problem, Jan".'' You reply, ''"Uhh, I'll talk to you later".'' Maybe you should just quit while you're ahead, and stop shouting things at her back while she walks away. Jumping back into your ride, you put on [["Champion" by Buju Banton|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TsrKloxhfaw]] and take a victory lap around the block before heading for home yourself. <<set $jan = $jan + 5>>\ <<set $jandom = 1>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>> <<print "Masculinity +5">> <<print "Dominance +5">> <</if>> [[Drive home|Thursday : Night : Home]]

You pull up in your driveway, looking at your quaint three bedroom house. Deftly unlocking the deadbolt, you get inside, lock the door behind you, and drop your bag off in one practiced motion.''//Ahhh, home sweet home.//'' As usual, the house is empty. Ever since your parents separated five years ago, leaving only you and your mom to fend for yourselves, you never get to see her much anymore. She's always working late and leaving you money for lunch every morning. You sometimes see her leaving or coming home, always in a business suit and carrying a briefcase. On the plus side, it taught you self-reliance, how to hustle and get by on your own steam. The first stop is the kitchen, and you're absolutely ravenous, but there's rarely anything interesting on the menu. You raid the fridge and construct a makeshift sandwich out of various meats, cheeses and condiments. It's not long before most of the sandwich is devoured and you consider your next move. [[Time to hit the books|Thursday : Night : Study]] [[Get in a hard workout|Thursday : Night : Exercise]] <<if $weed >= 7 and $mallsecurity == 0>>\ [[Try and sell some weed|Thursday : Night : Sell Weed]] <</if>>\ [[Go right to sleep|Thursday : Night : Sleep]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/study.jpg" width="500" height="300"></center> <<if $high > 0>>\ You retrieve your textbook from your bag and try to start working on your homework but you're just too high to concentrate. [[Back|Thursday : Night : Home]] <</if>> <<if $high == 0>> You retrieve your textbook from your bag and start working on your homework. It takes you all night to finish, but the the repetition allows you to absorb some of the information. Your eyes are hurting from the strain and you decide to call it a night. <<set $int = $int + 5>> <<print "Intelligence + 5">> [[Go to sleep|Thursday : Night : Sleep]] <</if>>

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/dumbbells.jpg" width="500" height="300"></center> <<if $high > 0>>\ You fish the dumbbells out of your closet and get ready to put in a hard workout. Completing your first set of bicep curls, you get a bit of a head-rush because you're so high. Abandoning the weights, you decide on a different course of action tonight. [[Back|Thursday : Night : Home]] <</if>> <<if $high == 0>> You fish the dumbbells out of your closet and get ready to put in a hard workout. After 4 sets of 15 reps, your muscles are sore and fatigued, it's probably time to call it a night. <<set $str = $str + 5>> <<print "Strength + 5">> [[Go to sleep|Thursday : Night : Sleep]] <</if>>

Jumping into your car, you head out to the mall hoping to turn a profit. ''//Let's get this money!//'' You make your rounds through the mall looking for known potheads and keep an ear open for anyone talking about weed. <<if $sub < 10>>\ It doesn't take long for you to spot a few groups of guys who you recognize. A quick whisper in the ear is all it takes, and you soon find yourself conducting a small-time drug deal. ''//Three doubles and a single... Not a bad day's work.//'' You muse, counting your money in the car before calling it a night. <<set $money = $money +70>>\ <<set $weed = $weed -7>> <<print "Money +70">> <<print "Weed -7">> [[Go to sleep|Thursday : Night : Sleep]] <</if>>\ \ <<if $sub == 10 or $sub == 15>>\ You're flagged down by a few kids who want to examine the baggies in the bathroom before making their purchase. Three of the kids chat you up while the last one takes eight bags into the stall. A few minutes later, he comes out of the stall and announces that he only wants two of the gram baggies. He pushes a twenty into your hand along with the other 6 bags before walking out of the bathroom with his buddies in tow. ''//Ah well, twenty dollars richer, I guess//'' You think to yourself as you begin to add the remaining bags back to your stash. Initially, all the bags appeared equal on sight, but when compared to the baggies in the stash, these ones look slightly lighter. It quickly dawns on you that the bags were pinched by this kid, siphoning off a little bit from every bag and making them all seem equal. You estimate that you've lost about two grams in the exchange. You rush out of the bathroom to find the perpetrators, but they're lost in the throng people. You sigh heavily and decide to pack it in for the night and head for home. <<set $money = $money +20>>\ <<set $weed = $weed -4>> <<print "Money +20">> <<print "Weed -4">> [[Go to sleep|Thursday : Night : Sleep]] <</if>>\ \ <<if $sub == 20 or $sub == 25>>\ One of the older kids notices your soliciting and motions his head for you to follow him into the bathroom. He's much bigger than you and he seems very determined, you don't have much choice but to comply. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Yo, gimme a twin , son".''@@ The two bags come out of your pocket and into his hand a little faster than they should have. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Respect..."''@@ He mumbles, as he turns around and starts walking out the door. ''"Yo dog, I'm gonna need that twenty..."'' You say to his back, as he ignores you and opens the door walking out of the bathroom. Anger begins to build up within you, eager to do something in reprisal against this asshole. You walk out of the bathroom and see him approaching his group of friends. He slaps hands with one of his buddies (palm-to-palm), and says something to him. The other guy looks surprised at first, then looks over at you and busts out laughing. Someone's shoulder collides with yours, sending you twisting to the groud. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Move bitch!''"@@ Scolds a guy trying to get into the bathroom. You flush in embarrassment, quickly getting back to your feet as some kids laugh at you. You begin thinking of excuses in your head to justify why you should just let this go. //''Fucking asshole, he's lucky I'm holding weight right now or I would fuck him up... There's too many people around, I'm not going to jail for 20 bucks''//. There's no way anyone else will buy from you tonight, so you decide to pack it in for the night and head for home. <<set $weed = $weed - 2>> <<print "Weed -2">> [[Go to sleep|Thursday : Night : Sleep]] <</if>>\ <<if $sub >= 30 and $mallsecurity == 0>>\ You're not having much luck tonight, it seems like everyone already bought weed to get ready for the weekend. Even though you're trying to sell drugs, the constant rejection leaves you a bit flustered. Walking to the bathroom, you splash some water on your face trying to calm down, then you hear the lock on the door click loudly. [[Next|Thursday : Night : Mall Security]] <</if>>

You somehow manage to find your bedroom in a blind, fatigued state. Instinctively shedding your clothes, you fall onto the bed, your face mashing into the pillow. The last thing you see is a small red light, ''//That fucking alarm clock is drivi----zzzzzzZZZZZZZ//''. <<set $clothes = 0>> [[Sleep until the next morning|Friday : Wake up]]

<<set $day = $day + 1>>\ __''Day: 5 - Friday''__ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/alarm1.jpg" height= "100" width="220" style="float:left;"/>//<big>CREEEK CREEEEK CREEEK</big>//-You slap your alarm clock hard and bolt upright on your bed. ''//Uggghhhh, I have to get rid of that fucking alarm clock...//'' It takes a few moments of staring at the wall before your eyes adjust and your head acclimates to consciousness. </body> Shambling to your feet, you somehow manage to navigate your way to the bathroom like a zombie. Kicking into auto-pilot, you complete your morning ritual. Do you want to shower and brush your teeth? or go grunge and see if Sam is around for a morning smoke <<set $high = 0>> [[Brush your teeth and shower|Friday : Brush your teeh and shower]] [[Go see Sam|Friday : Smoke with Sam]]

<<if $showerintro > 0>>\ You scrub yourself thoroughly in the shower and polish your teeth to a high gloss. Feeling refreshed, you throw on your baggy attire and head down to the kitchen for your breakfast of brown liquid. ''"Thanks mom..."'' You say to the money waiting for you on the counter before scooping it up and into your pocket. <<set $clothes = 1>> <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> Jumping into your cutlass, it's not long before the engine is humming and the music is blaring. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. <<set $money = $money + 10>> <<print "Money +10">> <</if>>\ <<if $showerintro == 0>>\ You step into the shower under a spray of water that you set as hot as you can possibly withstand, and then you gradually raise the heat even further. You soap up and rinse yourself off methodically, then jump out of the shower and start to rhythmically work your toothbrush around the inside of your mouth. Walking briskly into your room, you throw the closet door open grabbing your Major Damage jeans, jungle camo bandana, black hoodie and Air Jordans. Quickly donning your incredibly baggy attire of choice, you wrap your bandana slightly covering your eyes, mexican gangster style. <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/camobandana.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/hoodie.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jeans.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jordans.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <<set $clothes = 1>> </center> Heading down to the kitchen, you find a ten dollar bill waiting for you on the counter. It only takes one minute to warm your mug of water in the microwave before scooping in sugar and instant coffee, stirring the contents as you make your way outside to your car. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> You drive a white, 1992 oldsmobile cutlass with factory rims. Getting into the driver's seat, you try not to notice (or care) that your car is a complete mess of papers, coke cans and fast food packaging. Starting the engine, your cassette player kicks on playing [["Regulate" by Warren G|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1plPyJdXKIY]]. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. <<set $showerintro = $showerintro + 1>> <<set $money = $money + 10>>\ <<print "Money +10">> <</if>>\ [[Head for the school|Friday : School Morning]]

<<set $high = $high +25>>\ <<set $money = $money +10>>\ <<if $samintro > 0>>\ Showers in the morning always make you tired, so throw on your attire of choice and head down to the kitchen for your breakfast of brown liquid. ''"Thanks mom..."'' You say to the money waiting for you on the counter before scooping it up and into your pocket. <<set $clothes = 1>> <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> Jumping into your cutlass, it's not long before the engine is humming and the music is blaring [["Regulate" by Warren G|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1plPyJdXKIY]]. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. On your approach to the school, you spot a familiar car in the parking lot of the adjacent mini-mall. You pull up beside Sam's car and jump into his passenger seat after a brief knock on the window. <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/samsmoke.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ ''"Wake and bake time!"'' You announce, as you and Sam proceed to get fucked up while discussing rap music and girls. It's not long before the joint is done and you need to get to school. A quick fist bump, and you're off. <<print "Intoxication +25">> <<print "Money +10">> <</if>>\ <<if $samintro == 0>> Walking briskly into your room, you throw the closet door open grabbing your Major Damage jeans, jungle camo bandana, black hoodie and Air Jordans. Quickly donning your incredibly baggy attire of choice, you wrap your bandana slightly covering your eyes, mexican gangster style. <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/camobandana.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/hoodie.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jeans.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jordans.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <<set $clothes = 1>> </center> Heading down to the kitchen where you find a ten dollar bill waiting for you on the counter. It only takes one minute to warm your mug of water in the microwave before scooping in sugar and instant coffee, stirring the contents as you make your way outside to your car. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> You drive a white, 1992 oldsmobile cutlass with factory rims. Getting into the driver's seat, you try not to notice (or care) that your car is a complete mess of papers, coke cans and fast food packaging. Starting the engine, your cassette player kicks on playing [["Regulate" by Warren G|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1plPyJdXKIY]]. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. On your approach to the school, you spot a familiar car in the parking lot of the adjacent mini-mall. You turn down the music, creep up beside the driver, and pull into the empty space. ''"Break yo' self fool!"'' you bellow out. Your friend Sam jerks in his seat, spilling some weed out of the rolling paper he was raising to his lips. @@color:green;''"Fuuuuuck! You scared the shit outa me dog".''@@ ''"Hahaha, you're slippin' man... You're lucky though, you could be dead right now if it was someone else".'' @@color:green;''"Yeah, whateva, get in K"''@@ You shut down your ride, lock it up, and climb into Sam's passenger seat as he's twisting off the tip of the joint. He sparks up the (now slightly shortened) one-paper pinner and traps two long hauls inside his lungs as he passes it over without looking in your direction. You bring the cherry below your nose and savor the skunky aroma before taking a big hit off it yourself. <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/samsmoke.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ Sam begins to exhale a huge cloud of smoke until the torrent ends in a brief fit of coughing. You flash him a toothy grin and take your second draw, this time struggling to hold it in. The irritation to your lungs is too much and you quickly begin to exhale, choking halfway through and coughing with smoke still in your lungs. @@color:green;''"Hehehehehe"''@@ Sam's stoner laugh lazily rolls out of his mouth as he grips you by the back of the neck, gently rocking you side to side. Your lungs are burning and your mouth begins to produce an inordinate amount of saliva, signalling that you may puke up your morning coffee, but you spit it out the window and start taking short breaths of air. Sam grabs his air freshener from the rear-view mirror and sticks it into the car's vent, turning the heat up to high. This fills the car with the smell of pine needles, which is meant to mask the smell of weed on your clothes. He grabs a bottle of visine out of his glove compartment and begins dripping it into his eyes before passing it your way while blinking rapidly. ''"Nah, I'm good"'' You say, pointing to the bandana shading your eyes. A little trick you picked up in your first year of school, since teachers kept forcing you to take your hat off in class. @@color:green;''"Shit, we gotta get to school, man".''@@ ''"Aight, I'll see you there bruv, easy"'' You fist bump and climb into your own car heading for the first day of your second year in school. <<set $samintro = $samintro + 1>> <<print "Intoxication +25">> <<print "Money +10">> <</if>> [[Head for the school|Friday : School Morning]]

Pulling around the back of the school, you note the large community center where you smoked many a fatty, and the low income housing co-operative beyond, where you smoked even fattiers... Parking your car in the students section, you make your way into the main atrium of the building. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/schoolatrium.jpg" width="600" height="400"></center> With only five minutes before class starts, you briefly observe the hustle and bustle of students scrambling to prepare for their first class. It's quite a scene, filled with commotion, chatter and the sounds of metal lockers opening and slamming shut. It's almost like moving through a nightclub as you navigate your way to the front of the building, weaving around exuberant groups of kids and completing your first lap of the building. \ <<if $sam == 50>>\ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/sam1.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ You met [[Sam|Friday : School Morning : Sam]] early last year around a burning session and you quickly took to each other based on weed, taste in music, .... , yeah, mostly weed. He's west indian and incredibly vain about his appearance. Standing a few inches taller than you and a dozen or so pounds heavier, he fits well into his stylish clothing. At the moment he somewhat resembles a used car salesman as he chats up a small group of girls taken in by his posturing and bravado. </body> \ <</if>>\ <<if $ivan == 50>>\ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ivan1.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ You and [[Ivan|Friday : School Morning : Ivan]] were in drama class together last year, and your shared love of monty python and roleplaying games quickly made you great friends. Originally from Russia, he's a bit shorter and skinnier than you, with a short, blonde haircut and pale blue eyes. There's nothing remarkable about his choice of dress, a simple pair of blue jeans and a dress shirt. He sits on the floor beside his open locker as he thumbs through what you recognize as his monster compendium. </body> \ <</if>>\ <<if $kate == 50>>\ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/kate1.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Oh yes, [[Kate|Friday : School Morning : Kate]], she's been a lot of fun to be around all year. She doesn't have a slutty reputation, but she does party hard, and indulges in smoke and drink to a level that rivals any of the guys in your company. While a few inches shorter than you, you're about the same weight, but she has fat deposits in all the right places. She's a natural blonde, but she chooses to dye her shoulder-length hair black in order to pull off the leather jacket and stud nose ring that she sports proudly. Everyone knows she's blonde (her roots give it away), and she's often the butt of blonde jokes despite her attempts to mask it. </body> \ <</if>>\ <<if $jan == 50>>\ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jan1.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ [[Jan|Friday : School Morning : Jan]] is a classical Italian beauty, with dark eyes and short dark hair framing a delicate but slightly angular face. Her body is perfectly proportioned, as if she stepped right out of an oil painting from the renaissance. Most impressively, her waist is almost impossible, and her poise is beyond reproach. The words elegant, graceful and demure spring to mind... </body> \ <</if>>\ <<if $sam != 50 && $ivan != 50 && $kate != 50 && $jan != 50>> [[Go to first period|Friday : First Period]] <</if>>

<<set $sam = $sam + 5>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ You strut up behind Sam, throwing your arm over his shoulders and slightly pulling him down to match your height. ''"Hey ladies!"'' You point to Sam and yourself interchangeably. ''"Couple of one-two cutie pies over here, huh?".'' Most of the girls begin to giggle, with only a few of them pulling an unimpressed face. Sam falters for half a second, before recovering well and beaming that charming smile of his. Just then, the bell sounds and the mess of bodies in the atrium come to life, scattering like roaches when the lights turn on. Sam claps you on the shoulder, @@color:green;''"I'm out dog, come see me at lunch about that thing"''@@ as he turns and heads for the north stairwell. You're going in the other direction, climbing the south steps and walking into your first class of the day. <<print "Masculinity +5">> <<print "Dominance +5">> [[Head for Class|Friday : First Period]]

<<set $int = $int +5>>\ <<set $ivan = $ivan +5>>\ You walk over and plonk yourself beside Ivan on the floor, noting that he's studying the stats of a displacer beast while copying something into his notebook before looking up to greet you. @@color:cyan;''"Kev! how's it going, man?"''@@ ''"Hey man! do you have math first period too?"'' @@color:cyan;''"Nope, I have gym class first thing in the morning... could it get any worse?"''@@ ''"Haha! wanna trade?"'' @@color:cyan;''"I wish... But check this out".''@@ He quickly shows you a method of easily multiplying two and three digit numbers in your head. @@color:cyan;''"So hey, you wanna test out the intro to this campaign I've been working on? We could run through it a bit at lunch."''@@ ''"Dunno man, we'll see how it goes... I might be //otherwise engaged//"'' You drawl out seductively. @@color:cyan;''"Hahahaha, ok, ok, well you know where to find me..."''@@ And so you do, Ivan spends most of his time under the stairwell reading or working on his roleplaying campaigns. As the bell sounds, Ivan slams his book shut, depositing it into his locker as you both stand and set course for your respective classes. <<print "Intelligence +5">> [[Head for Class|Friday : First Period]]

Kate turns in your direction as she sees you approaching her with a smile on your face. Although Kate is officially dating a musclebound Italian guy named Gino, you two have shared a few drunken moments slopping each other down in a closet over the past year. You love her looks, her style and her attitude... You're not too fond of being crippled for life by large, angry jocks though. \ <<if $high > 0>>\ @@color:pink;''"K!"''@@ She hugs you around your neck in a tight embrace, pulling you downward. @@color:pink;''"Ewww, you smell like a cab driver, well at least you're - wait!"''@@ She inclines her head below yours, quickly looking into each one of your eyes back and forth. @@color:pink;''"Bwahahaha, oh my god, you're high as shit aren't you!?".''@@ Your grin splits your head nearly in half ''"Guilty as charged".'' She smacks you in the shoulder. @@color:pink;''"Why didn't you come get me?? I should kick your ass for not thinking of me!".''@@ You cock one eyebrow, ''"Really? What you gonna do? Beat me black and blonde?".'' @@color:pink;''"HAHAHAHA!".''@@ She swats at you again, @@color:pink;''"Jerk!"''@@, before sulkingly folding her arms and deliberately looking away from you. ''"Awwwww sweeeeetie,"'' you taunt condescendingly. She peeks at you briefly before averting her gaze once more, this time tapping her foot on the ground. ''"Ok, ok, I owe you one"'' you negotiate. @@color:pink;''"YAY!"''@@ she cheers, turning her attention back to you and drawing nearer. ''"How am I supposed to know you're around though? You can't blame me if you're nowhere to be found".'' @@color:pink;''"Duhhh, maybe you should try making an appointment then,"''@@ She leans in to whisper in your ear seductively @@color:pink;''"I'll see if I can //fit you in//".''@@ She jerks back and gasps, opening her eyes and mouth wide in fake surprise, then covers her mouth to suppress a giggle. You're dumbstruck, staring at her, your mouth agape. It's a good thing your hoodie is XL, otherwise the tent in your pants might be large enough to cover the entire building. Just then, the bell sounds, causing Kate to prance off in satisfaction. @@color:pink;''"Byeeeee Kayyyyy!"''@@ She calls, looking over her shoulder as she's already walking away. ''//Goddammit! This bitch is crazy and she's gonna get me flattened by her gorilla of a boyfriend//''. You watch her plush ass attempting to escape out of her tight jeans as she walks further away. ''//Sheeeit, it just might be worth it//''. <<set $kate = $kate + 5>>\ <</if>> <<if $high == 0>>\ @@color:pink;''"K!".''@@ She hugs you around your neck in a tight embrace, pulling you downward. You return the hug, wrapping your arms around her waist but remaining conscious of where your hands end up (or rather, where they don't end up). She seems to sense your reluctance to fully embrace her publicly and gently moves back away. @@color:pink;''"I like your hair, it's so soft and poofy, hahaha"''@@ She teases, as she proceeds to ruffle your hair like a child. ''"Whoah, whoah! Don't mess with the do!"'' She rolls her eyes and motions that your mop of a haircut looks no different than before. @@color:pink;''"Don't worry, you still look all prim and proper"''@@ She mocks, miming as if she's feathering your hair for you. @@color:pink;''"God... You're so girly sometimes, ya know?".''@@ ''"Hehehe, alright don't worry about it, you're forgiven".'' You smile, ignoring her girly comment. ''"Listen I was thinking about that time when - "''. You're cut off as the bell rings and you glance up at the clock on the wall muttering a curse. @@color:pink;''"Bye K!"''@@ You turn back and she's already partially obscured by bodies, disappearing into the crowd and heading for class. ''//Shit... She's so hot, I wonder how long a broken bone takes to heal//'' <<set $kate = $kate - 5>>\ \ <</if>>\ [[Head for Class|Friday : First Period]]

You've never had a problem with Jan, mostly because you tiptoe around hoping not to get on her bad side. It's a good thing too, she's known to be a bit of a bitch, and kicked more than one guy in the nuts last year. If that's not enough, she can be an incredibly malicious gossip, people sometimes call her "Radio Jan" - never right to her face though. Jan is talking to some of the other girls, their mouths racing and heads bobbing to and fro. ''//hehehe, a chickenhead convention//''. Seeing your approach, the girls fall silent and turn their heads to stare at you appraisingly. Jan turns her whole body to face you, taking a strong pose with hands on hips, impatiently waiting for you to speak. <<if $high == 25>>\ <<set $jan = $jan - 5>>\ \ ''"Hey Jan! You're looking good today".'' You offer, as friendly and nonchalant as you can manage. @@color:crimson;''"Why's your hair all greasy and disgusting?"''@@ She questions, wrinkling her nose in disgust. ''"That's just how I roll, baby"'' You retort, smiling smugly with your arms outstretched to your sides. @@color:crimson;''"That's how you roll? You mean, you //ROLL// right out of bed and don't wash your filthy ass before going out in public?".''@@ The other girls eye each other in amusement waiting to hear what you say next. You give them a suffering look, hoping for some empathy, before stepping forward and taking Jan's delicate hand in yours. ''"Look Jan, I'm -".'' She cuts you off by sticking her hand right in front of your face. @@color:crimson;''"Your fucking breath stinks! Who's dick did you suck before you waddled over here shit-stains?".''@@ With that, the other girls erupt into a chorus of mocking laughter at your expense. Jan smirks at you as the bell tolls, spinning on her heels and strutting off imperiously with her little minions following in tow. ''//Well that could have gone better... pffft! fucking pompous bitch, I'd give you some dick-breath you'd never forget//''. Flushed red with both embarrassment and anger, you grind your teeth together as you stomp your way down the hall. <</if>>\ <<if $high == 0>>\ \ ''"Hey Jan! You're looking good today".'' You offer, as friendly and nonchalant as you can manage. @@color:crimson;''"Hi Kevin, thank you for the compliment, but are you suggesting that I only look good today and not other days?".''@@ The other girls give you a warning glare. ''"Hahaha, of course not Jan, you're a ten, you're always a ten".'' She's obviously skeptical about your motives, and knows that you're just telling her what she wants to hear, but she seems to enjoy the praise all the same. @@color:crimson;''"A ten huh? Is that a fact?".''@@ You take the initiative to step forward and take her delicate hand in yours ''"Look around Jan, if you can spot any other woman in the room who rivals your beauty, I'll cut her face off immediately!".'' You slowly incline a knee, going in for the kiss on the hand, just as the bell signals the start of first period. She pulls her hand from your loose grip and shoots you an approving smile, @@color:crimson;''"You're cute, see you later Kevin".''@@ You incline your head and perform a mild flourish of deference with your hand ''"My Lady...".'' The chickenheads follow behind Jan, squawking frantically, and occasionally throwing you a backward glance before clucking onward. ''//YES! Oh this is gonna be soooo easy...//''. You throw out a little three punch boxing combination when you think nobody is looking and then you head for class. <<set $jan = $jan + 5>> <</if>>\ [[Head for Class|Friday : First Period]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/math.jpg" width="599" height="280"></center> Walking into class, you immediately spot Amy beckoning you to join her from across the room. An excited smile sprouts on your lips and you (perhaps too quickly) move to join her. <<if $amy == 45>>\ ''"Hey A-"'', you're cut-off by a mint that gets slam dunked into your mouth. Amy smiles at you possessively and briefly strokes your hair like a pet. Although it makes you feel a bit silly, her affectionate touches are incredibly soothing. Just having her attention is reason enough to endure a little discomfort. Suddenly, her chair nudges closer to yours, and her hand traces it's way down the front of your crotch. You gasp an intake of breath as her hand closes around your balls. Quickly looking at her face, she seems to have no expression, staring forward at the blackboard. Her soft touch and alluring aroma have you paralyzed again. Amy begins to massage your balls through your jeans with increasing force while absently scribbling something in her notebook. At one point, she squeezes your balls a bit too sharply, causing you to yelp an audible squeak. Recovering quickly, you cover up the sound with a cough as a few nearby students turn to look in your direction. This causes Amy to smile at you, pushing another mint into your mouth with a single finger, which you accept. Halfway through class, Amy slides her notebook in front of you. Upon further examination, there's a hand drawn maze on the page with the words - "You have 10 Seconds". Picking up your pencil to start the maze, Amy's hand begins to wring your balls vigorously. The sensation has you so distracted that you're unable to concentrate on the maze. After several dead ends, Amy indicates that your time has elapsed by violently squeezing your balls. This time you feel more pain, stifling a cry into your arm. As you pant open-mouthed trying to recover, another mint is popped into your mouth and a hand caresses your hair lovingly. The rest of the period continues this way until the bell rings and Amy turns to regard you. You look up at her pleadingly, and with a little bit of fear. She gives you a wide grin, then releases her grip on your swollen balls and ruffles the hair on your head. You sigh in relief, cradling your poor balls as she stands up and strides out of the classroom like a panther. Eventually, you manage to collect yourself, wiping the sweat from your forehead and shakily getting to your feet. Walking is a bit uncomfortable, but you manage to pull yourself together enough to head for your next class. <<set $amysub = 1>>\ <<set $int = $int - 5>> <<print "Intelligence -5">> <</if>> <<if $amy == 55>>\ ''"Hey Amy, funny seeing you around here"'' You joke, causing her to roll her eyes. ''"Get it? probability... math class..."'' You continue. She gives you an unimpressed glare before responding, @@color:lightgreen;''"Hey Dumb-Dumb...".''@@ ''"Do you really think you're that much smarter than me, Amy? You're brilliant of course, but I'm not so bad myself, you know"'' You negotiate. @@color:lightgreen;''"Oh really? Did you know that elephants have a penis over six feet long? And they don't thrust their hips during sex, the penis just moves in and out like a piston?"''@@ She smiles triumphantly. ''"Yes, I did know that actually... and I'm pleased by your affinity for penises"'' You grin. @@color:lightgreen;''"Yeah right..."''@@ She says sarcastically, rolling her eyes and focusing her attention back to the blackboard. ''"Ok well, did YOU KNOW that female kangaroos have three vaginas?"'' you challenge. She whips her head around to look at you @@color:lightgreen;''"Come on, that's not true"''@@ She says with a look in her eyes that hopes you're right. ''"It's absolutely true,"'' You promise, leaning in closer to her, your shoulders touching. ''"And the fascinating part is, if one of the wombs becomes impregnated and suffers a miscarriage, the subsequent womb automatically becomes pregnant. It's kind of like a backup system for life."'' Her eyes light up and she smiles at you in admiration. ''"Im not only interested in kangaroos because of their vaginas though..."'' you explain, gently placing your arm around her shoulders, ''"I also value their intelligence... and their sense of humor"'' You joke, slightly jostling her back and forth in a friendly manner. She begins to giggle, her gaze dropping down to her notebook and her face slightly blushing red. You continue to regale her with jokes and useless facts throughout the course of the period. By the time class is over, she's absolutely tickled, almost dropping her bag as she waves to you on her way out the door. Leaning back in your chair, hands proudly behind your head, you bask in the glory of your strong pimp game. //''She's not as smart as she thinks she is, and more importantly, I'm not as dumb as she thinks I am. She gonna 'love me long time'''// You chuckle, humming '2 live crew' as you walk out of the room <<set $amydom = 1>>\ <<set $int = $int + 5>> <<print "Intelligence +5">> <</if>> [[Leave class|Friday : Second Period]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/drama.jpg" width="581" height="280"></center> <<if $bonnie == 0>>\ Taking a quick peek inside your drama class, you see the teacher beginning an exercise on miming. Bonnie is nowhere to be found, so that must mean the teacher still thinks you're working in the library. Quickly seizing the opportunity to slack off, you leave the building and immediately light a cigarette. The smoking section is empty at the moment because everyone is in class, but you spot something blowing through the grass towards you. //''Is that? .... A twenty???''// Sure enough, a twenty dollar bill lays just inches away from your foot. Stooping quickly to retrieve it, you stuff the bill into your pocket and leave the area before someone comes looking for it. Before you know it, the bell rings to signal that it's lunch time. <<set $money = $money + 20>> <<print "Money + 20">> [[Go back to school|Friday : Lunch]] <</if>>\ <<if $bonnie > 0>>\ Taking a quick peek inside your drama class, you see the teacher beginning an exercise on miming. //''Oh fuck that bullshit, I got places to see and people to do''// You figure, leaving the building and heading for Bonnie's house. Approaching the door, you find it slightly ajar. Gently pushing open the door, you lean your head inside and call out ''"Helloooo?"'' @@color:orange;''"Hi, K!"''@@ You hear slightly muffled from the direction of the living room. @@color:orange;''"Get dressed and come join me, sweetie."''@@ shouts Bonnie from the other room. You quickly change into the sweatpants and tank top that Bonnie always provides, then move to meet her in the living room. Spotting Bonnie sitting on the couch smiling at you warmly, you put on a smile of your own and walk towards her eagerly. She opens her arms and legs widely at your approach, showing just how warm of a welcome she has in store for you. When you're only a step away from her, someone grabs your arm from behind, spinning you around violently. You only have a fraction of a second to react as Gary's hands grasp at the back of your head. The reflex reaction you have is to grab his wrists in order to limit his control over your head. It's the wrong move though, as the top of Gary's forehead connects sharply with the bridge of your nose, sending you reeling backward onto the couch. ''"FFFUUUUUUUUCCKKK!!!!"'' You cry out, clutching at your nose. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"HAHAHAHAHA!"''@@ Laughs Gary, mockingly. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"You're slippin' son, you're lucky, you might be dead if it was someone else"''@@. ''"Fuck you Gary!"'' You spit out angrily, seeing Gary turn and walk away before your eyes fill with tears and your nose bleeds out into your hands. @@color:orange;''"Oh sweetie,"''@@ Says Bonnie, concerned, @@color:orange;''"I'll go get you some tissue"''@@. She stands and leaves the room. The stinging pain in your nose doesn't subside, so you lean forward to stop the blood from staining your clothes. You try to open your eyes, but you're still seeing stars through a blur of tears. There's a bit of commotion in the other room that you can't really wrap your mind around in your hazy state. After about five minutes, you recover enough to relax your breathing and clear your vision just in time to see Bonnie walking in with a tissue in her hand. She presses the tissue to your nose, squeezing it to apply sufficient pressure, then she tilts your head backwards to stop the bleeding. When you open your mouth to take a breath, you feel Bonnie's lips on yours. She pecks at you before pressing her mouth over yours and sticking her tongue in your mouth. Instantly, a torrent of thick, salty goo slides onto your tongue. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"AWWWWW FUCK!"''@@ Shouts Gary in disgust before he begins to laugh hysterically. His jeering snaps you out of your weak state instantly, recognizing what just happened. Bonnie had just sucked Gary's cock and is now feeding you his fresh load. ''"What the fuck!?"'' you yell, standing up and slapping Bonnie's hand away from your face. Gary takes this opportunity to turn and walk out the front door. She stands right in front of you, her eyes slightly glazed and opened wide in fiery defiance. Her lips peel back in a sneer and she begins to giggle through clamped teeth. Your anger and frustration reach a zenith as her laugh becomes increasingly mocking and she leans her face in closer to yours. <<set $garycum = $garycum + 1>> [[Respond Emotionally|Friday : Second Period : Cry]] <<if $dom > 20>> [[Respond Physically|Friday : Second Period : Hit Her]] <</if>> <</if>>

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/minimall.jpg" width="800" height="300"></center> Walking over to the mini-mall, you see students milling about, eating slices of pizza and yapping away. You quickly scan the crowd for possibilities <<if $money >= 5>>\ Go to the [[Pizza|Friday : Lunch : Pizza]] place. <</if>> <<if $sam == 55>>\ You remember that [[Sam|Friday : Lunch : Sam]] suggested you should go and see him at lunch. He didn't say why, but you can guess that it's to smoke another joint over by the community centre. <</if>>\ \ <<if $ivan == 55 && $roh == 0 && $jain == 0>>\ [[Ivan|Friday : Lunch : Ivan]] did mention that he would like you to check out his new campaign, and he's always holed up in that alcove under the stairs. <</if>>\ <<if $fats == 50 and $money > 0>>\ Go see [[Fats|Friday : Lunch : Buy some weed from Fats]], the local drugdealer in the area. <</if>>\ [[Go to Class|Friday : Gym Class]]

<<set $sam = $sam +5>>\ <<set $high = $high +25>>\ The walk to the community center is very short, just a few minutes from the minimall. The thick smell of chlorine fills your nostrils as you pass by the indoor pool and out the rear entrance to the smokers hangout. Sure enough, there's Sam, and he's in a heated argument with Alan, a guy he grew up with. <body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/alan.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Alan is east Indian, dark hair and eyes, and with a similar build to Sam. His one distinguishing feature is a huge set of lips, which made him the local beat-boxing champion, but also earned him the unenviable nickname "Congo". </body> You don't have time to understand what they're arguing about because it bursts into a wrestling match as soon as you clear the doorway. ''"Yo!"'' You say, hoping to get their attention, but you have no success, as they continue to grapple with each other. They manage to trip each other, their bodies now intertwined on the ground as they grunt with effort. You sigh heavily and decide to let them tire themselves out. It isn't long before Sam manages to get Alan's back and put him into a neck-crank. @@color:cyan;''"Yo! Chill-chill-chill"''@@ Begs Alan. Sam smiles, pushing down against Alan's head as he stands up (rubbing his face into the dirt a little bit). @@color:green;''"Sup K, enjoying the show?"''@@ ''"Oh yeah, real slick, it's not like you two idiots are getting into it every single day..."'' @@color:green;''"Haha, fuck you..."''@@ He smiles, as he retrieves a joint from his metal cigarette case. Alan stands up, rubbing the dirt from his eyes @@color:cyan;''"Fuckin bitch... You're lucky I fucked my knee up last week or I'd be stomping your bitch ass into the dirt".''@@ Sam gives him a sideways glance and punches him playfully in the shoulder, which Alan returns immediately at double the force. Not to be outdone, Sam turn to face him and they break out into a slapfight, which then evolves into an upper body grappling match. ''"YO! .... YOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"'' You yell, pushing both of them into the wall from the side. They stop to look at you for a second and you use the opening to grab the joint before it gets destroyed. ''"Here's an idea, I'll smoke this shit while you two continue to grope each other... cool?".'' As you light it up and take your draws, the skunky smell seems to have tamed the beast in them, as they wait eagerly for their turns. The three of you discuss rap music and girls at the school until the joint disappears. In the distance, you faintly hear the school bell ring and you all begin to head in that direction. <<print "Intoxication +25">> [[Go to class|Friday : Gym Class]]

You quickly make your way over to Ivan's alcove and find him, once again, engrossed in his monster compendium. Without a word, you plop yourself down beside him and catch a glimpse of a succubus before he jumps in surprise and slams the book shut. @@color:cyan;''"Oh, err.. Hey Kev"''@@ ''"Hehe, hey, so what's all this about a new campaign?"'' @@color:cyan;''"Oh yeah!"''@@ Ivan lights up pleasantly, then begins to shuffle though his backpack, withdrawing maps, figures, character sheets and dice. @@color:cyan;''"Ok, pick a character, and I'll control the other one as an NPC, but don't expect them to be too proactive as far as the quest goes..."''@@ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/roh1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ @@color:cyan;''"You can be''@@ [[Roh the Impaler|Friday : Roh the impaler]]@@color:cyan;'', a massive half-orc barbarian with a penchant for strong drink and... well... impaling things".''@@ </body> <<if $will != 60>> <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jain1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ @@color:cyan;''"Or,''@@ [[Jain the light|Friday : Jain the light]]@@color:cyan;'', an elven cleric who's power derives from her piety and purity of heart."''@@ </body> <</if>>

<body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/fats1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Everyone knows Fats, he goes to your school (when he feels like it) and he always has weed for sale. The nickname is well deserved, as he's a few inches taller than you, but weighs at least 300 pounds. He's kind of a rocker with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tight leather jacket that he always wears. </body> <<if $weed > 0>>\ Even though you already have a fat sack of weed, Fats always has a different flavour for you to try. And besides, the more links you have, the better off you are when things run dry. <</if>>\ \ You know his house in the co-op very well and it's not long before you're knocking on his door. No answer. This is typical of Fats, he's probably oversleeping as usual. Finding the door unlocked, you walk in and go up the stairs towards Fats' room. Slowly cracking the door open, hoping not to wake him if you can help it, you see something you weren't expecting. <<if $dom > 0>>\ You see Fats laying on his back with headphones on and jerking on his average length, girthy dick. Sighing, you slowly walk into Fats' field of view and raise your arms to the side, questioningly. This causes Fats to pull the blanket over himself and throw off his headphones all in one motion. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"What the fuck K!? Can I get some privacy over here, guy?".''@@ ''"Oh, my bad... I didn't know you were training in here and wrestling the bald-headed champ".'' @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Fuck off..".''@@ He puffs, quickly donning his ripped jeans and throwing on a black T-shirt. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Alright guy, what's so fucking important that you have to wake me up early in the morning".''@@ You stare at him blankly ''"It's noon Fats...".'' @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Noon!? Fuck! Look, I got shit to do guy, whatchu need?".''@@ ''"Gimme a ten-piece, yo".'' Fat's reaches into his pocket and flings a small baggie you, which you dodge in disgust, watching it hit the floor. ''"YO MAN! You better wash your fuckin hands before your dick fingers hand me anything, dog... The fuck is wrong with you?".'' @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Yeah, yeah... I'll be right out, Mr. sensitive".''@@ You take a seat on one of the chairs in the kitchen and have a look around the house. It's a very well kempt place, if a little quaint with regard to the colours and style of furniture. There are many pictures on the walls, one of Fats' younger sister Barb, and you think she must be adopted. She has the same hair and eye colour as Fats, but she's incredibly slender and pretty. She goes to the Catholic school down the street which is why you rarely see her. You're woken from your trance by a baggie sliding across the counter. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Don't get any thoughts about my sister, guy... I'll have to jack you up like the last fool who tried to fuck around".''@@ ''"You jacked him up? Sure you didn't jack him off?".'' This flushes Fats' face in what you guess is both anger and embarrassment. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"That's not funny... Don't tell anyone about that shit, guy..".''@@ ''"Haha, don't worry my man, we're good".'' You say, slapping a ten dollar bill on the table and grabbing your weed before heading down the stairs and out the door. <<set $money = $money -10>>\ <<set $weed = $weed +1>>\ <<set $fats = $fats +5>> <<print "Money -10">> <<print "Weed +1">> <<elseif $dom == 0>>\ <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/fatsjerk.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ You see Fats laying on his back with headphones on, but as your eyes scan further down his body, you can see his dick in his hand. You freeze on the spot examining his average length, girthy cock as he slowls strokes it up and down. The bulbous head looks like a gladiator's helmet, flaring outward as it becomes engorged with blood from his methodical milking. The shaft is so fat and veiny that he can barely get his hand around it, and his heavy balls begin to jostle around as he increases the pace. With a gutteral grunt, Fats thrusts his hips into the air as a big glob of cum arcs into the air landing on his belly. Several more thick ropes of cum end up on his stomach, causing your dick to unwillingly throb with excitement. You eyes move back up to Fats' face, only to find him looking right in your eyes, having noticed that both the door and your mouth are hanging open. You quickly shut your jaw and the door, in that order, and slink off to the kitchen. You take a seat on one of the chairs in the kitchen and have a look around the house. It's a very well kempt place, if a little quaint with regard to the colours and style of furniture. There are many pictures on the walls, one of Fats' younger sister Barb, and you think she must be adopted. She has the same hair and eye colour as Fats, but she's incredibly slender and pretty. She goes to the Catholic school down the street which is why you rarely see her. You're woken from your trance by Fats standing directly behind you @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Sup?".''@@ He says, now sporting nothing but a pair of bulging boxer shorts and leering at you knowingly. ''"Uhhh, ummm, can I get a ten-piece Fats?".'' You mewl out, spinning around in your seat to face him warily. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Let's see the money".''@@ He fires back, as you avert your eyes and quickly start to dig in your pocket. Your attention is broken as Fats take a hold of your chin, raising your face to look up into his eyes. You can smell the semen residue still on his hand as he bends in closely to speak very slowly and deliberately @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"You didn't see anything in there, now did you?".''@@ The look of fear in your eyes and the rapid shaking of your head convinces him, as he lets go of your chin and gently slaps your cheek, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Good boy".''@@ You stand up, placing your money on the table, and Fats pushes a slightly sticky baggie into your palm. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Now fuck off, I got shit to do, guy".''@@ Without a word, you're quickly going down the stairs and out the front door while scrubbing at your face with the sleeve of your sweater. <<set $money = $money -10>>\ <<set $weed = $weed +1>>\ <<set $fats = $fats -5>> <<print "Money -10">> <<print "Weed +1">> <</if>> [[Go to Class|Friday : Gym Class]]

You've been dreading gym class all day because you just know that ape will be in there, waiting for you. Going straight to the weight room without changing your clothes, you take a peek inside, and sure enough, there he is. //''Fuck...''// Backing away from the door, you decide to give gym class a miss for today. Slowly walking out to the smoking section, you spot Gary walking up from the co-op. <<if $garycum == 0 && $garyrevenge == 0>> @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Yo, K, whatchu sayin'?"''@@ Giving him no response, you stare off into the distance blankly. <</if>>\ <<if $garycum == 1 && $garyrevenge == 0>>\ @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Hey Jizzelle, how's the clam chowder this season?"''@@ Giving him no response, the details of your submission to Bonnie float to the forefront of your mind. <</if>>\ <<if $garycum == 1 && $garyrevenge == 1>>\ @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Hey Jizzelle, how's the clam chowder this season?"''@@ Spinning to face Gary, seeing the scratches still on his face, you ball-up your fists ready for round 2. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Alright, calm down, fuck... It's not my fault you're clockin' these dirty bitches, K. Sheeeit, that's on you, homie".''@@ <</if>>\ You study the patch of grass on the ground directly in front of you. Seeing the pitiful look in your eyes, Gary sighs heavily and continues, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"What's got your panties in a bunch this time, K?"''@@ ''"Some shit is about to go down in my gym class, man. There's a slab of beef named Will in there, he's waiting for me."'' @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Yeah?"''@@ Mutters Gary with a cigarette clamped between his lips. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"So go in there and smack the shit outa him."''@@ He adds, trying to light his smoke despite the gusting wind. ''"Are you deaf? He's fucking huge, man"'' @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Oh, I get it, he's a big man... And you're a little man, right?"''@@ Says Gary, stepping in front of you and poking a finger into your chest. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"You a little man, K? Huh? Or maybe you're just a little bitch! ... Yeah, a COWARD-ass bitch!"''@@ He spits out with contempt. Gary always had a way of kindling the anger within you, and he's succeeding. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Yo! I have an idea,"''@@ Gary says, moving to whisper something in your ear, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Why don't you go suck his fucking cock, pussy".''@@ You shove Gary away, flicking your cigarette and stomping off towards the student parking lot. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Ay-Yo! Don't forget to juggle the balls! HAHAHAHAHA!"''@@ Gary laughs hysterically as you continue walking, ignoring his comments. Arriving at your car, you flop into the drivers seat and slam the door shut. [[Next|Friday : Car choice]]

Without giving it much thought, you snatch the Barbarian character sheet. Quickly skimming over the stats and equipment, you're quite satisfied with the character you chose, he's a badass. The picture shows a huge green-skinned Half-orc wielding a large axe. His tight grip on the weapon forces ropes of muscle to bulge out of his already ridiculous bodybuilder physique. Ivan is checking over the other character sheet, seemingly making sure that everything is correct. He begins to explain some of the rules and limitations he's put on this campaign before relating the background and introduction of the quest. @@color:cyan;''"Ok, the local Baron has heard complaints from one of his small hamlets. Some of the animals began to disappear without a trace, and now there is report of a young girl having gone missing. You and Jain have been chosen to discover the root of this problem and put a stop to it... Oh, and they're behind on their taxes, so collect the money before you come back."''@@ ''"That sounds like the start to every single campaign I've ever heard..."'' @@color:cyan;''"Come on Kev, gimme a break, it get's better, ok? sheesh."''@@ ''"Alright, well, I'm not going on any adventure without some booze in my belly! Come on Jain, let's get you sauced up"'' You husk out with a grin. @@color:cyan;''"ohhh nooo"''@@ Says Ivan in a feminine voice @@color:cyan;''"I don't think it would be proper for a lady of the light to imbibe alcohol"''@@ Just then, a figure steps out in front of you in the alcove. You recognize him as Will, a heavily muscled jock who likes to pick on smaller kids. <<if $will == 40>>\ You quiver at his presence, recalling his rough hands all over your body when he forced you into his lap. Your eyes open wider as your gaze drifts down to his package, paralyzing you with fear. <</if>> @@color:slateblue;''"What the fuck are you two fags doing down here? Making out? HAHAHAHA!"''@@ Neither of you move, or deign to answer this meathead. He continues, @@color:slateblue;''"I thought I heard a chick, which one of you has a pussy? I want to fuck!".''@@ Will whips the character sheet out of your hand and gives the picture a glance before laughing and letting it fall to the floor. @@color:slateblue;''"Dungeons and Dragons? Wow, you guys really are nerds"''@@ He jeers, before grabbing Ivan's character sheet and seeing the beautiful elf girl in the picture. @@color:slateblue;''"Fuck yeah! This is you, huh?"''@@ When he doesn't get an answer, he pushes the page against Ivan's face with the picture outward and grabs his ankles. Probably out of sheer terror, Ivan goes completely limp and doesn't resist the bully. Will lifts his lower body into the air by his ankles, bringing him up to crotch level and pushes his pelvis against Ivan. He begins to thrust against Ivan's ass with a slow but firm rhythm. @@color:slateblue;''"Oh fuck, you would fit me just fine, Ahhhhhh... Moan for me baby".''@@ Ivan doesn't show any kind of reaction and gives no response. @@color:slateblue;''"I said MOAN BITCH!"''@@ Bellows Will, as he starts hammering at Ivan as hard as he can. Ivan cries out in pain, but his howl is intermittent because of the impacts to his body @@color:cyan;''"AHHHH-AH-AH-AH-AH"''@@ This seems to satisfy Will, as he pushes as hard as he can against Ivan and pretends to have an orgasm @@color:slateblue;''"YEAAAHHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHHH"''@@ With this, he drops Ivan to the ground and turns to blow you a kiss before walking off like nothing happened. You seem to spring back to reality at this point and wonder why you didn't do anything to intervene. ''//Oh yeah... He would have broken me in half with his pinky finger//''. Ivan still hasn't moved or said a word, so you peel the paper off his face and see that he's just looking at the ground sullenly. ''"Come on man, don't sweat it too much, Will could do that to anyone he wants".'' No reply. ''"He a roided up meathead bully! By the time you're a billionaire executive, he's gonna have a beer belly and pumping your gas for you".'' This seems to improve Ivan's move slightly, and he get's back up to a sitting position and begins collecting his figurines that were knocked over. ''"That's it buddy, I mean, the guy's a fucking asshole!".'' Ivan raises a hand cutting you off, @@color:cyan;''"Please... Don't use the words "fucking" and "asshole" in the same sentence ever again..."''@@ You bust out laughing and clap him on the shoulder just as the bell rings. Getting to your feet, you help Ivan collect the gaming gear, then you take Ivan's hand and help him up too. ''"I gotta go man, don't let that shit bother you"'' you say as you get ready to find your next class. @@color:cyan;''"Kev!"''@@ You turn to look at him and he smiles at you warmly, @@color:cyan;''"Thanks".''@@ You smile and walk out of the alcove. <<set $roh = $roh + 1>> [[Go to Class|Friday : Gym Class]]

Looking at the two character sheets, you would normally just go with the fighter class, but the picture of Jain is absolutely beautiful. The hand holding Roh drops to your side as you examine the stunning cleric girl, which Ivan accepts as your decision, taking the other character sheet out of your hand. Ivan is checking over the other character sheet, seemingly making sure that everything is correct. He begins to explain some of the rules and limitations he's put on this campaign before relating the background and introduction of the quest. @@color:cyan;''"Ok, the local Baron has heard complaints from one of his small hamlets. Some of the animals began to disappear without a trace, and now there is report of a young girl having gone missing. You and Roh have been chosen to discover the root of this problem and put a stop to it... Oh, and they're behind on their taxes, so collect the money before you come back."''@@ ''"That sounds like the start to every single campaign I've ever heard..."'' @@color:cyan;''"Come on Kev, gimme a break, it get's better, ok? sheesh."''@@ @@color:cyan;''"Alright, well, I'm not going on any adventure without some booze in my belly! Come on Jain, let's get you sauced up"''@@ Ivan husks out with a grin. ''"ohhh nooo"'' You say in a feminine voice ''"I don't think it would be proper for a lady of the light to imbibe alcohol"'' Just then, a figure steps out in front of you in the alcove. You recognize him as Will, a heavily muscled jock who likes to pick on smaller kids. <<if $will == 40>>\ You quiver at his presence, recalling his rough hands all over your body when he forced you into his lap. Your eyes open wider as your gaze drifts down to his package, paralyzing you with fear. <</if>>\ @@color:slateblue;''"What the fuck are you two fags doing down here? Making out? HAHAHAHA!"''@@ Neither of you move, or deign to answer this meathead. He continues, @@color:slateblue;''"I thought I heard a chick, which one of you has a pussy? I want to fuck!".''@@ Will whips the character sheet out of Ivan's hand and gives the picture a glance before laughing and letting it fall to the floor. @@color:slateblue;''"Dungeons and Dragons? Wow, you guys really are nerds"''@@ He jeers, before grabbing your character sheet and seeing the beautiful elf girl in the picture. @@color:slateblue;''"Fuck yeah! This is you, huh?"''@@ When he doesn't get an answer, he pushes the page against your face with the picture outward and grabs your ankles. Probably out of sheer terror, you go completely limp and don't resist the bully. Will lifts your lower body into the air by your ankles, bringing you up to crotch level and pushes his pelvis against you. The long, hard shaft pressed between your asscheeks betrays that he's excited, not to mention HUGE. He begins to thrust against your ass with a slow but firm rhythm. @@color:slateblue;''"Oh fuck, you would fit me just fine, Ahhhhhh... Moan for me baby".''@@ You hesitate to respond, your head swimming as the stimulation begins to force some blood into your dick. @@color:slateblue;''"I said MOAN BITCH!"''@@ Bellows Will, as he starts hammering at you as hard as he can. You cry out in pain, but your howl is intermittent because of the impacts to your body ''"AHHHH-AH-AH-AH-AH"'' This seems to satisfy Will, as he pushes as hard as he can against your ass and pretends to have an orgasm @@color:slateblue;''"YEAAAHHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHHH"''@@ With this, he drops you to the ground and turns to blow Ivan a kiss before walking off like nothing happened. You lay there stunned, the arousal you felt from being humiliated by Will came as a huge surprise, as you're now at full mast. The paper, stuck to your face by sweat, hides the red flush in your cheeks as your mind drifts back to the sensation of his big cock against your ass. You are engulfed by feelings of inadequacy that have you nearly on the brink of tears. You still haven't moved or said a word, so Ivan peels the paper off your face, only to find that you're looking at the ground sullenly. @@color:cyan;''"Come on man, don't sweat it too much, Will could do that to anyone he wants".''@@ You don't reply. @@color:cyan;''"He's a roided up meathead bully! By the time you're a billionaire executive, he's gonna have a beer belly and pumping your gas for you".''@@ This seems to improve your mood slightly, and you begin to help Ivan collect his figurines that were knocked over. @@color:cyan;''"That's it buddy, I mean, the guy's a fucking asshole!".''@@ You raise a hand cutting him off, ''"Please... Don't use the words "fucking" and "asshole" in the same sentence ever again..."'' He bust out laughing and claps you on the shoulder just as the bell rings. Getting to his feet, Ivan collects the gaming gear, then he takes your hand and helps you up too. @@color:cyan;''"I gotta go man, don't let that shit bother you"''@@ He says, as he gets ready for his next class. ''"Ivan!"'' He turns to look at you and you smile at him warmly, ''"Thanks".'' He smiles back and walks out of the alcove. <<set $jain = $jain + 1>>\ <<set $masc = $masc -5>>\ <<set $sub = $sub +5>> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <<print "Submission +5">> [[Go to Class|Friday : Gym Class]]

He looks at the money in your hand, then bends down to look directly into your eyes, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Listen kid, I can look the other way for you, but this is my fuckin mall, you feel me?".''@@ You nod quickly in agreement. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"And if you wanna move weight in my mall again, you know the price".''@@ He says flatly, snatching the money from your hand and unbolting the door. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Now get the fuck outa here before I change my mind, punk!".''@@ He shoves you aside, swinging open the door and striding out. You exhale a huge breath, having dodged a bullet there just by the skin of your teeth. The idea that it's gonna cost you fifty dollars per day just to sling weed around here is ridiculous. The toll is too high, and you have no illusions about slaying the troll who guards the bridge. ''//How the fuck am I gonna pay Mickey now?...//'' You wonder idly, as a few guys file into the bathroom and you walk out. This night was a complete bust and you doubt you will come back. <<set $mallsecurity = $mallsecurity + 1>>\ <<set $money = $money -40>> <<print "Money -40">> [[Go to sleep|Tuesday : Night : Sleep]]

The security guard wastes no time, closing the distance between the two of you and grabbing you firmly by the upper arm. You're about to jerk your arm away, but fear sets in when you turn around to look at him. He's a very large black male in his thirties, muscled like a professional athlete, and he looks very angry. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"You think you're gonna come here on my job and move weight, white boy?!"''@@ He growls menacingly, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Don't you know what they do to skinny little white boys like you in jail, punk!?".''@@ You don't know how to respond, so you just stare at him in terror. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Hehehe, well you're about to find out princess"''@@ He chuckles, dragging you towards the exit. ''"WAIT!"'' You cry out, causing him to pause and glare at you impatiently. ''"Come on dog, I'm sure we can work something out"'' You bargain, with a tilt of your head and a faint smile across your lips. <<if $money >= 40>> [[Reaching into your pocket, you pull out forty dollars and offer it to him with a shaky hand.|Monday : Night : Sell Weed : Bribe]] <</if>>\ <<if $sub > 20>> [[You beg and plead with him to let you go|Monday : Night Sell Weed : Submit]] <</if>>\

He looks at the money in your hand, then bends down to look directly into your eyes, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Listen kid, I can look the other way for you, but this is my fuckin mall, you feel me?".''@@ You nod quickly in agreement. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"And if you wanna move weight in my mall again, you know the price".''@@ He says flatly, snatching the money from your hand and unbolting the door. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Now get the fuck outa here before I change my mind, punk!".''@@ He shoves you aside, swinging open the door and striding out. You exhale a huge breath, having dodged a bullet there just by the skin of your teeth. The idea that it's gonna cost you a hundred per day just to sling weed around here is ridiculous. The toll is too high, and you have no illusions about slaying the troll who guards the bridge. ''//How the fuck am I gonna pay Mickey now?...//'' You wonder idly, as a few guys file into the bathroom and you walk out. This night was a complete bust and you doubt you will come back. <<set $mallsecurity = $mallsecurity + 1>>\ <<set $money = $money -100>> <<print "Money -100">> [[Go to sleep|Monday : Night : Sleep]]

He drags you into one of the bathroom stalls and flings you onto the toilet, sitting up and facing outward. He crowds you with his crotch level to your face, the look in his eyes cruel and unforgiving. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Don't - Fucking - Move"''@@ He warns, pointing his finger in front of your face. Your attention is drawn to his crotch as his hands begin to fumble with his belt buckle, causing you to swiftly look back into his eyes pleadingly. The expression on his face changes to a sadistic smile, but your view is soon obstructed by a tower of veiny, black flesh plummeting towards you like a felled tree. With no time to react, all you can do is scrunch up your face as his heavy cock slaps loudly against your forehead, depositing a dollop of precum there. You whimper at the impact, eliciting a gruff chuckle from your assailant, who begins to saw his dick back and forth across your face. Too scared to try and remove it, you allow him to drag his huge member all over your face, and you don't object when he rests his balls on your chin. Now fully erect, he grabs his shaft and positions the head at your lips, trying to push his way in. You lips stay firmly closed, and you whine as he paints them with the precum from the tip of his cock. Pulling his cock off your lips but still in the center of your view, he speaks, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"It's not too late to go to jail if you want".''@@ His voice softens, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Come on princess, if you're nice to me, I'll be nice to you".''@@ The teary look in your eyes and the slump of your shoulders seems to encourage him further, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Thaaaat's it, open up for daddy"''@@ he insists, pushing his cock against your lips and pushing on the back of your head. This time, your lips open, the massive head of his cock forcing them wider and wider until you think they will split just from the size of his head. Your lips slide tightly along the length of his head until they snap over the ridge, locking in place. He grabs your wrists, placing one of your hands on the shaft of his cock, and the other one below to cradle his massive balls. The cockhead filling your mouth, the thick shaft too big for your hand to close around, the heavy balls throbbing in your palm - It gives you a withering all over your body and something clicks inside you. Slowly, your mouth begins to stretch back over the ridge of his head before snapping back down. Your hand gently strokes his shaft back and forth while you lovingly fondle his balls. His reaction is immediate, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Ahhhhhh fuck yeah, suck this black dick, bitch"''@@ He orders, gathering your hair into a pony tail and gripping it in a fist. As he begins thrusting and pulling on your hair, his massive cock head pushes against the entrance to your throat. You would have more luck getting a telephone pole down there than this monstrous phallus. His precum begins to leak down your throat as he fucks your lips with the ridge of his head. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Fuck! I love you little sissy thugs... and you love this black dick, don't you, bitch! Maybe you should have chosen jail, get all the black dick you want hahaha!".''@@ <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/securitybj.gif" height= "397" width="501"/>\ </center>\ <</if>>\ You resign yourself to letting him use your mouth, and you're not sure how much time has passed when he begins to increase the pace. The urgency in his breath snaps you out of your submissive trace, looking up at him fearfully, his eyes are closed as he pumps your little mouth. Suddenly his balls twitch and are pulled upward towards his body, prompting you to close off the entrance to your throat in anticipation of his incoming load. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"AHHHHHHHH!"''@@ He yells, cum quickly filling the back of your mouth and seeping out from between your lips. As he slowly pulls his cock out, more cum fills up the space it was previously occupying. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"RRRRAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!"''@@ He roars, ramming his cock back in, this time the tip of his cock batters through your defenses. All the cum held in your mouth is launched into your throat, combined with the second blast erupting from his cock. It's too much for you, you gag instantly and try to cough, causing two streams of cum to rocket out of your nostrils. He laughs and grunts as he continues to exert his dominance over your mouth while you just hang limply, being held upright by nothing but his dick in your mouth. When he pulls it out with a wet pop, you slump over to the side, resting your head on the bathroom stall with cum oozing out of your nostrils and mouth. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Damn bitch, where did that come from?"''@@ He chuckles, hiding his cock away and fastening up his pants. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"You should be selling that mouth instead of weed, hehe. Come back anytime you want, but just remember, this is MY mall, and you know the price".''@@ You stare at the floor, ashamed to meet his gaze. With a last hearty chuckle, he unlocks the bathroom and is out the door. You begin to vomit in the toilet, coughing up clumps of slime and blowing the same from your nose. Your face takes a good, long swim in one of the sinks for a while, but you can't seem to escape the smell and taste of cum that coats your sinuses. ''//Why didn't I fight back! Fuck! .......fuck//'' You weep gently, the submissive feelings having defeated you once again. Wiping your eyes, you quickly find your car in the parking lot and go home. <<set $masc = $masc -5>>\ <<set $sub = $sub +5>> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <<print "Submission +5">> [[Go to sleep|Monday : Night : Sleep]]

The security guard wastes no time, closing the distance between the two of you and grabbing you firmly by the upper arm. You're about to jerk your arm away, but fear sets in when you turn around to look at him. He's a very large black male in his thirties, muscled like a professional athlete, and he looks very angry. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"You think you're gonna come here on my job and move weight, white boy?!"''@@ He growls menacingly, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Don't you know what they do to skinny little white boys like you in jail, punk!?".''@@ You don't know how to respond, so you just stare at him in terror. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Hehehe, well you're about to find out princess"''@@ He chuckles, dragging you towards the exit. ''"WAIT!"'' You cry out, causing him to pause and glare at you impatiently. ''"Come on dog, I'm sure we can work something out"'' You bargain, with a tilt of your head and a faint smile across your lips. <<if $money >= 40>> [[Reaching into your pocket, you pull out forty dollars and offer it to him with a shaky hand.|Tuesday : Night : Sell Weed : Bribe]] <</if>> <<if $sub > 20>> [[You beg and plead with him to let you go|Tuesday : Night Sell Weed : Submit]] <</if>>

He drags you into one of the bathroom stalls and flings you onto the toilet, sitting up and facing outward. He crowds you with his crotch level to your face, the look in his eyes cruel and unforgiving. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Don't - Fucking - Move"''@@ He warns, pointing his finger in front of your face. Your attention is drawn to his crotch as his hands begin to fumble with his belt buckle, causing you to swiftly look back into his eyes pleadingly. The expression on his face changes to a sadistic smile, but your view is soon obstructed by a tower of veiny, black flesh plummeting towards you like a felled tree. With no time to react, all you can do is scrunch up your face as his heavy cock slaps loudly against your forehead, depositing a dollop of precum there. You whimper at the impact, eliciting a gruff chuckle from your assailant, who begins to saw his dick back and forth across your face. Too scared to try and remove it, you allow him to drag his huge member all over your face, and you don't object when he rests his balls on your chin. Now fully erect, he grabs his shaft and positions the head at your lips, trying to push his way in. You lips stay firmly closed, and you whine as he paints them with the precum from the tip of his cock. Pulling his cock off your lips but still in the center of your view, he speaks, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"It's not too late to go to jail if you want".''@@ His voice softens, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Come on princess, if you're nice to me, I'll be nice to you".''@@ The teary look in your eyes and the slump of your shoulders seems to encourage him further, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Thaaaat's it, open up for daddy"''@@ he insists, pushing his cock against your lips and pushing on the back of your head. This time, your lips open, the massive head of his cock forcing them wider and wider until you think they will split just from the size of his head. Your lips slide tightly along the length of his head until they snap over the ridge, locking in place. He grabs your wrists, placing one of your hands on the shaft of his cock, and the other one below to cradle his massive balls. The cockhead filling your mouth, the thick shaft too big for your hand to close around, the heavy balls throbbing in your palm - It gives you a withering feeling all over your body and something clicks inside you. Slowly, your mouth begins to stretch back over the ridge of his head before snapping back down. Your hand gently strokes his shaft back and forth while you lovingly fondle his balls. His reaction is immediate, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Ahhhhhh fuck yeah, suck this black dick, bitch"''@@ He orders, gathering your hair into a pony tail and gripping it in a fist. As he begins thrusting and pulling on your hair, his massive cock head pushes against the entrance to your throat. You would have more luck getting a telephone pole down there than this monstrous phallus. His precum begins to leak down your throat as he fucks your lips with the ridge of his head. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Fuck! I love you little sissy thugs... and you love this black dick, don't you, bitch! Maybe you should have chosen jail, get all the black dick you want hahaha!".''@@ <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/securitybj.gif" height= "397" width="501"/>\ </center>\ <</if>>\ You resign yourself to letting him use your mouth, and you're not sure how much time has passed when he begins to increase the pace. The urgency in his breath snaps you out of your submissive trace, looking up at him fearfully, his eyes are closed as he pumps your little mouth. Suddenly his balls twitch and are pulled upward towards his body, prompting you to close off the entrance to your throat in anticipation of his incoming load. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"AHHHHHHHH!"''@@ He yells, cum quickly filling the back of your mouth and seeping out from between your lips. As he slowly pulls his cock out, more cum fills up the space it was previously occupying. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"RRRRAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!"''@@ He roars, ramming his cock back in, this time the tip of his cock batters through your defenses. All the cum held in your mouth is launched into your throat, combined with the second blast erupting from his cock. It's too much for you, you gag instantly and try to cough, causing two streams of cum to rocket out of your nostrils. He laughs and grunts as he continues to exert his dominance over your mouth while you just hang limply, being held upright by nothing but his dick in your mouth. When he pulls it out with a wet pop, you slump over to the side, resting your head on the bathroom stall with cum oozing out of your nostrils and mouth. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Damn bitch, where did that come from?"''@@ He chuckles, hiding his cock away and fastening up his pants. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"You should be selling that mouth instead of weed, hehe. Come back anytime you want, but just remember, this is MY mall, and you know the price".''@@ You stare at the floor, ashamed to meet his gaze. With a last hearty chuckle, he unlocks the bathroom and is out the door. You begin to vomit in the toilet, coughing up clumps of slime and blowing the same from your nose. Your face takes a good, long swim in one of the sinks for a while, but you can't seem to escape the smell and taste of cum that coats your sinuses. ''//Why didn't I fight back! Fuck! .......fuck//'' You weep gently, the submissive feelings having defeated you once again. Wiping your eyes, you quickly find your car in the parking lot and go home. <<set $mallsecurity = $mallsecurity + 1>>\ <<set $masc = $masc -5>>\ <<set $sub = $sub +5>> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <<print "Submission +5">> [[Go to sleep|Tuesday : Night : Sleep]]

The security guard wastes no time, closing the distance between the two of you and grabbing you firmly by the upper arm. You're about to jerk your arm away, but fear sets in when you turn around to look at him. He's a very large black male in his thirties, muscled like a professional athlete, and he looks very angry. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"You think you're gonna come here on my job and move weight, white boy?!"''@@ He growls menacingly, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Don't you know what they do to skinny little white boys like you in jail, punk!?".''@@ You don't know how to respond, so you just stare at him in terror. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Hehehe, well you're about to find out princess"''@@ He chuckles, dragging you towards the exit. ''"WAIT!"'' You cry out, causing him to pause and glare at you impatiently. ''"Come on dog, I'm sure we can work something out"'' You bargain, with a tilt of your head and a faint smile across your lips. <<if $money >= 40>> [[Reaching into your pocket, you pull out forty dollars and offer it to him with a shaky hand.|Wednesday : Night : Sell Weed : Bribe]] <</if>> <<if $sub > 20>> [[You beg and plead with him to let you go|Wednesday : Night Sell Weed : Submit]] <</if>>

He looks at the money in your hand, then bends down to look directly into your eyes, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Listen kid, I can look the other way for you, but this is my fuckin mall, you feel me?".''@@ You nod quickly in agreement. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"And if you wanna move weight in my mall again, you know the price".''@@ He says flatly, snatching the money from your hand and unbolting the door. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Now get the fuck outa here before I change my mind, punk!".''@@ He shoves you aside, swinging open the door and striding out. You exhale a huge breath, having dodged a bullet there just by the skin of your teeth. The idea that it's gonna cost you fifty dollars per day just to sling weed around here is ridiculous. The toll is too high, and you have no illusions about slaying the troll who guards the bridge. ''//How the fuck am I gonna pay Mickey now?...//'' You wonder idly, as a few guys file into the bathroom and you walk out. This night was a complete bust and you doubt you will come back. <<set $mallsecurity = $mallsecurity + 1>>\ <<set $money = $money -40>> <<print "Money -40">> [[Go to sleep|Wednesday : Night : Sleep]]

He drags you into one of the bathroom stalls and flings you onto the toilet, sitting up and facing outward. He crowds you with his crotch level to your face, the look in his eyes cruel and unforgiving. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Don't - Fucking - Move"''@@ He warns, pointing his finger in front of your face. Your attention is drawn to his crotch as his hands begin to fumble with his belt buckle, causing you to swiftly look back into his eyes pleadingly. The expression on his face changes to a sadistic smile, but your view is soon obstructed by a tower of veiny, black flesh plummeting towards you like a felled tree. With no time to react, all you can do is scrunch up your face as his heavy cock slaps loudly against your forehead, depositing a dollop of precum there. You whimper at the impact, eliciting a gruff chuckle from your assailant, who begins to saw his dick back and forth across your face. Too scared to try and remove it, you allow him to drag his huge member all over your face, and you don't object when he rests his balls on your chin. Now fully erect, he grabs his shaft and positions the head at your lips, trying to push his way in. You lips stay firmly closed, and you whine as he paints them with the precum from the tip of his cock. Pulling his cock off your lips but still in the center of your view, he speaks, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"It's not too late to go to jail if you want".''@@ His voice softens, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Come on princess, if you're nice to me, I'll be nice to you".''@@ The teary look in your eyes and the slump of your shoulders seems to encourage him further, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Thaaaat's it, open up for daddy"''@@ he insists, pushing his cock against your lips and pushing on the back of your head. This time, your lips open, the massive head of his cock forcing them wider and wider until you think they will split just from the size of his head. Your lips slide tightly along the length of his head until they snap over the ridge, locking in place. He grabs your wrists, placing one of your hands on the shaft of his cock, and the other one below to cradle his massive balls. The cockhead filling your mouth, the thick shaft too big for your hand to close around, the heavy balls throbbing in your palm - It gives you a withering feeling all over your body and something clicks inside you. Slowly, your mouth begins to stretch back over the ridge of his head before snapping back down. Your hand gently strokes his shaft back and forth while you lovingly fondle his balls. His reaction is immediate, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Ahhhhhh fuck yeah, suck this black dick, bitch"''@@ He orders, gathering your hair into a pony tail and gripping it in a fist. As he begins thrusting and pulling on your hair, his massive cock head pushes against the entrance to your throat. You would have more luck getting a telephone pole down there than this monstrous phallus. His precum begins to leak down your throat as he fucks your lips with the ridge of his head. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Fuck! I love you little sissy thugs... and you love this black dick, don't you, bitch! Maybe you should have chosen jail, get all the black dick you want hahaha!".''@@ <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/securitybj.gif" height= "397" width="501"/>\ </center>\ <</if>>\ You resign yourself to letting him use your mouth, and you're not sure how much time has passed when he begins to increase the pace. The urgency in his breath snaps you out of your submissive trace, looking up at him fearfully, his eyes are closed as he pumps your little mouth. Suddenly his balls twitch and are pulled upward towards his body, prompting you to close off the entrance to your throat in anticipation of his incoming load. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"AHHHHHHHH!"''@@ He yells, cum quickly filling the back of your mouth and seeping out from between your lips. As he slowly pulls his cock out, more cum fills up the space it was previously occupying. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"RRRRAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!"''@@ He roars, ramming his cock back in, this time the tip of his cock batters through your defenses. All the cum held in your mouth is launched into your throat, combined with the second blast erupting from his cock. It's too much for you, you gag instantly and try to cough, causing two streams of cum to rocket out of your nostrils. He laughs and grunts as he continues to exert his dominance over your mouth while you just hang limply, being held upright by nothing but his dick in your mouth. When he pulls it out with a wet pop, you slump over to the side, resting your head on the bathroom stall with cum oozing out of your nostrils and mouth. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Damn bitch, where did that come from?"''@@ He chuckles, hiding his cock away and fastening up his pants. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"You should be selling that mouth instead of weed, hehe. Come back anytime you want, but just remember, this is MY mall, and you know the price".''@@ You stare at the floor, ashamed to meet his gaze. With a last hearty chuckle, he unlocks the bathroom and is out the door. You begin to vomit in the toilet, coughing up clumps of slime and blowing the same from your nose. Your face takes a good, long swim in one of the sinks for a while, but you can't seem to escape the smell and taste of cum that coats your sinuses. ''//Why didn't I fight back! Fuck! .......fuck//'' You weep gently, the submissive feelings having defeated you once again. Wiping your eyes, you quickly find your car in the parking lot and go home. <<set $mallsecurity = $mallsecurity + 1>>\ <<set $masc = $masc -5>>\ <<set $sub = $sub +5>> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <<print "Submission +5">> [[Go to sleep|Wednesday : Night : Sleep]]

The security guard wastes no time, closing the distance between the two of you and grabbing you firmly by the upper arm. You're about to jerk your arm away, but fear sets in when you turn around to look at him. He's a very large black male in his thirties, muscled like a professional athlete, and he looks very angry. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"You think you're gonna come here on my job and move weight, white boy?!"''@@ He growls menacingly, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Don't you know what they do to skinny little white boys like you in jail, punk!?".''@@ You don't know how to respond, so you just stare at him in terror. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Hehehe, well you're about to find out princess"''@@ He chuckles, dragging you towards the exit. ''"WAIT!"'' You cry out, causing him to pause and glare at you impatiently. ''"Come on dog, I'm sure we can work something out"'' You bargain, with a tilt of your head and a faint smile across your lips. <<if $money >= 40>> [[Reaching into your pocket, you pull out forty dollars and offer it to him with a shaky hand.|Thursday : Night : Sell Weed : Bribe]] <</if>> <<if $sub > 20>> [[You beg and plead with him to let you go|Thursday : Night Sell Weed : Submit]] <</if>>

He looks at the money in your hand, then bends down to look directly into your eyes, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Listen kid, I can look the other way for you, but this is my fuckin mall, you feel me?".''@@ You nod quickly in agreement. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"And if you wanna move weight in my mall again, you know the price".''@@ He says flatly, snatching the money from your hand and unbolting the door. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Now get the fuck outa here before I change my mind, punk!".''@@ He shoves you aside, swinging open the door and striding out. You exhale a huge breath, having dodged a bullet there just by the skin of your teeth. The idea that it's gonna cost you fifty dollars per day just to sling weed around here is ridiculous. The toll is too high, and you have no illusions about slaying the troll who guards the bridge. ''//How the fuck am I gonna pay Mickey now?...//'' You wonder idly, as a few guys file into the bathroom and you walk out. This night was a complete bust and you doubt you will come back. <<set $mallsecurity = $mallsecurity + 1>>\ <<set $money = $money -40>> <<print "Money -40">> [[Go to sleep|Thursday : Night : Sleep]]

He drags you into one of the bathroom stalls and flings you onto the toilet, sitting up and facing outward. He crowds you with his crotch level to your face, the look in his eyes cruel and unforgiving. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Don't - Fucking - Move"''@@ He warns, pointing his finger in front of your face. Your attention is drawn to his crotch as his hands begin to fumble with his belt buckle, causing you to swiftly look back into his eyes pleadingly. The expression on his face changes to a sadistic smile, but your view is soon obstructed by a tower of veiny, black flesh plummeting towards you like a felled tree. With no time to react, all you can do is scrunch up your face as his heavy cock slaps loudly against your forehead, depositing a dollop of precum there. You whimper at the impact, eliciting a gruff chuckle from your assailant, who begins to saw his dick back and forth across your face. Too scared to try and remove it, you allow him to drag his huge member all over your face, and you don't object when he rests his balls on your chin. Now fully erect, he grabs his shaft and positions the head at your lips, trying to push his way in. You lips stay firmly closed, and you whine as he paints them with the precum from the tip of his cock. Pulling his cock off your lips but still in the center of your view, he speaks, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"It's not too late to go to jail if you want".''@@ His voice softens, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Come on princess, if you're nice to me, I'll be nice to you".''@@ The teary look in your eyes and the slump of your shoulders seems to encourage him further, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Thaaaat's it, open up for daddy"''@@ he insists, pushing his cock against your lips and pushing on the back of your head. This time, your lips open, the massive head of his cock forcing them wider and wider until you think they will split just from the size of his head. Your lips slide tightly along the length of his head until they snap over the ridge, locking in place. He grabs your wrists, placing one of your hands on the shaft of his cock, and the other one below to cradle his massive balls. The cockhead filling your mouth, the thick shaft too big for your hand to close around, the heavy balls throbbing in your palm - It gives you a withering feeling all over your body and something clicks inside you. Slowly, your mouth begins to stretch back over the ridge of his head before snapping back down. Your hand gently strokes his shaft back and forth while you lovingly fondle his balls. His reaction is immediate, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Ahhhhhh fuck yeah, suck this black dick, bitch"''@@ He orders, gathering your hair into a pony tail and gripping it in a fist. As he begins thrusting and pulling on your hair, his massive cock head pushes against the entrance to your throat. You would have more luck getting a telephone pole down there than this monstrous phallus. His precum begins to leak down your throat as he fucks your lips with the ridge of his head. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Fuck! I love you little sissy thugs... and you love this black dick, don't you, bitch! Maybe you should have chosen jail, get all the black dick you want hahaha!".''@@ <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/securitybj.gif" height= "397" width="501"/>\ </center>\ <</if>>\ You resign yourself to letting him use your mouth, and you're not sure how much time has passed when he begins to increase the pace. The urgency in his breath snaps you out of your submissive trace, looking up at him fearfully, his eyes are closed as he pumps your little mouth. Suddenly his balls twitch and are pulled upward towards his body, prompting you to close off the entrance to your throat in anticipation of his incoming load. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"AHHHHHHHH!"''@@ He yells, cum quickly filling the back of your mouth and seeping out from between your lips. As he slowly pulls his cock out, more cum fills up the space it was previously occupying. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"RRRRAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!"''@@ He roars, ramming his cock back in, this time the tip of his cock batters through your defenses. All the cum held in your mouth is launched into your throat, combined with the second blast erupting from his cock. It's too much for you, you gag instantly and try to cough, causing two streams of cum to rocket out of your nostrils. He laughs and grunts as he continues to exert his dominance over your mouth while you just hang limply, being held upright by nothing but his dick in your mouth. When he pulls it out with a wet pop, you slump over to the side, resting your head on the bathroom stall with cum oozing out of your nostrils and mouth. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Damn bitch, where did that come from?"''@@ He chuckles, hiding his cock away and fastening up his pants. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"You should be selling that mouth instead of weed, hehe. Come back anytime you want, but just remember, this is MY mall, and you know the price".''@@ You stare at the floor, ashamed to meet his gaze. With a last hearty chuckle, he unlocks the bathroom and is out the door. You begin to vomit in the toilet, coughing up clumps of slime and blowing the same from your nose. Your face takes a good, long swim in one of the sinks for a while, but you can't seem to escape the smell and taste of cum that coats your sinuses. ''//Why didn't I fight back! Fuck! .......fuck//'' You weep gently, the submissive feelings having defeated you once again. Wiping your eyes, you quickly find your car in the parking lot and go home. <<set $mallsecurity = $mallsecurity + 1>>\ <<set $masc = $masc -5>>\ <<set $sub = $sub +5>> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <<print "Submission +5">> [[Go to sleep|Thursday : Night : Sleep]]

@@color:orange;''"MMMMMmmmm"''@@ Bonnie hums, gently rubbing her body against yours. Her hands reach down to the bottom of your shirt, slowly lifting it upward and over your head. She shuffles behind you for a moment before you feel her naked breasts come to rest on the sensitive skin of your back. Shivers run up your spine as her hard nipples drag against your skin, contrasted by the amazing softness of her warm breasts crushing against you. @@color:orange;''"I have a present for you"''@@ Whispers Bonnie, as her white and pink panties appear right under your nose. @@color:orange;''"Take a whiff, K heeheehee"''@@ She giggles. You've never been so aroused in your life, breathing in her scent deeply as she grinds against you from behind. ''"Oh Bonnie..."'' You gasp. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rocky.jpg" width="500" height="300"></center> You eyes weakly regard the television screen again, where Dr. Frank has managed to seduce the young bride by promising not to tell her husband. Once again, the screen flickers with images that flash too quickly to decipher. Just as Dr. Frank violently penetrates her, Bonnie forcefully yanks your sweatpants down around your knees. Her fuzzy mound presses against your ass firmly as she wraps her arms around your torso and begins to hump you. ''"Bonnie..."'' You manage weakly once more. You must be slightly in shock at the situation, but your bare cock sliding back and forth across the carpet stops your brain from working. Bonnie continues to slowly but firmly thrust against your ass, her amazing tits tantalizing your back. Feelings of weakness paralyze you and cause your vision to blur, but this helps you identify the splash frames on the film, they're closeups of vaginas. You go limp and succumb to all of Bonnie's ministrations. The film proceeds to a scene where Dr. Frank, already having fucked the bride, is now stealing into the groom's room for round two. The subliminal images are now made up of cocks, all different shapes and sizes of cocks flash in front of your eyes as your dick grinds against the carpet. ''"Uhhhhhhh... Bunnie"'' You whimper lazily. @@color:orange;''"Bunny? heeheehee! BUNNY!"''@@ Echoes Bonnie happily, increasing the pace of her thrusts against your ass. You're really getting stimulated now, as Dr. Frank grabs the groom's legs and pulls him into the missionary position. A kaleidoscope of cock spirals on the screen as Bonnie's hands slide down to grip your hips, @@color:orange;''"BUNNY-BUNNY-BUNNY-BUNNY!"''@@ She cheers in jubilation as she claps a dominant hand over your mouth, slamming against your ass excitedly. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniescene1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>> The groom finally submits to Dr. Frank as well, causing Bonnie to squeal enthusiastically as she thrusts against you. @@color:orange;''"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"''@@ Bonnie moans, her thrusts rocking your body back and forth, @@color:orange;''"Ohhhhhhhh FUCK!"''@@ She yells, laughing maniacally and spreading your ass cheeks wide before pushing against you as hard as she can. ''"UUNNGGGHHHH... UUNNGGGHHHH... UUNNGGGHHHH..."'' Your dick explodes between your belly and the carpet as Bonnie's juices spray against your asshole and drip down the back of your scrotum. Her hands move to cup your nipples as she gently humps you through her orgasm and your own. After a lengthy snuggle, Bonnie climbs off your back and disappears into the bathroom. You take the opportunity to wipe some of your cum off your belly and the carpet before replacing your pants. @@color:orange;''"You were great, K!"''@@ A muffled voice informs you from behind the bathroom door. @@color:orange;''"Don't worry about the mess, I'll see you at school, ok?".''@@ ''"Yeah! No Problem! I mean, Thanks! Ummm, See you at school Bunny! -BONNIE! Sorry, uhhhh BYE!"'' You hear her giggling in the bathroom as you walk away to change back into your own clothes and head back toward the school. All the hairs on your body stand on edge as you walk down the street, you're not sure how to process these feelings. //''Did I just lose my virginity? or does that still count as foreplay? Was I just raped? Damn, that movie is fucked up! .... All I know is, I've never felt this way about a girl before, she is something special.''// <<set $sub = $sub + 5>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<set $bonnie = $bonnie - 5>> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <<print "Submission +5">> [[Go to Lunch|Tuesday : Lunch]]

You begin to turn over onto your back, but Bonnie presses down on your shoulder in order to keep you on your belly. @@color:orange;''"Wait! This is the best part!"''@@ She begs insistently. //''This movie is stupid, it's time for some action!''// You think to yourself, quickly exploding with your hips and flipping onto your back grinning at her. Bonnie initially tries to resist your movement, but you're too strong for her and she eventually gives up. Any trace of disappointment she showed vanished the exact moment that her panty clad pussy made contact with your rock hard cock. Within a few seconds, Bonnie is laying flat against your body and pushing her tongue into your mouth. You try to kiss her back, but her tongue is way too aggressive, so you focus on squeezing her plump ass with both hands while she humps you. The intensity of her movements increase as her moaning gets higher and higher pitch. She roughly breaks off the kiss, sitting up on your lap and pulling her shirt off over her head with a voracious look in her eyes. You lean up slightly to whip off your own shirt and your eyes get locked to her naked breasts. Taking advantage of your hesitation, she fishes the cock out of your pants, pulls her panties aside and slams her pussy down onto your cock. ''"AAAAAHHHHHHH!"'' You cry out in pleasure. Her body lays flat down against you once again, with her bare breasts crushing up against you and her tongue forcing it's way back into your mouth. Her hot, wet pussy squeezes and caresses your virgin cock in ways you never imagined possible. There's no way you can resist her, so you just relax as she slams her body against yours and fucks your mouth with her tongue. The combination of her tits, mouth and pussy working your body over pushes you over the edge. ''"UNNNNGHHHHH"'' You moan into her mouth as your body convulses and your cock unloads directly into her pussy. Bonnie giggles as she humps you through your orgasm until your limp dick weakly quivers inside her. @@color:orange;''"Awwww sweetie, did you cum?"''@@ She teases. You weakly nod your head and smile while trying to catch your breath. You watch as she sits up to straddle you, turning her eyes to the ceiling and gripping her breasts in her hands. @@color:orange;''"Do you like my tits, K?"''@@ She whispers. Not waiting for your response, one of her hands reaches behind her and tickles your balls. The twitch of your cock spurs her onward, sensually caressing your balls as she slowly gyrates her hips. @@color:orange;''"Don't you wanna fuck me, baby?"''@@ She whispers sensually, causing your dick to begin swelling up inside her. @@color:orange;''"Fuck me, K! ... FUCK ME!"''@@ She orders, increasing the pace of her grinding and tugging on your balls. Your cock is rock hard again, but the pleasurable sensations seem somewhat muted now, though still incredible. Planting your hands on her hips, you begin to thrust your pelvis upward and into her. Both of her hands push down against your chest and she begins to ride you aggressively. The sloppy sound of your cock sloshing into her cum filled pussy arouses you further, thrusting against her as fast as you can. @@color:orange;''"YES!"''@@ She whoops, bouncing up and down on your dick and giggling like it's an amusement park ride. Soon, she's bucking like an animal, laughing maniacally and shaking her head around vigorously. The intensity of her display is actually a little scary at first, //''This bitch is like a cross between The Joker and The exorcist, I know what she needs...''// You decide, rolling her sideways and onto her back. She seems to snap out of her insane state for a moment before you lift her legs into the air and slam your cock back inside her as hard as you can. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniefuck.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>> @@color:orange;''"WAAAAAAHHH!"''@@ She yelps as you piston your hard cock in and out of her squelching twat. The look on her face is now disoriented, and she makes constant whining noises as her body is violently jostled back and forth. Suddenly, she cries out in ecstasy, wrapping her arms and legs around you tightly as she humps against you from the bottom. She coos pleadingly as you roughly fuck her quivering body right through her orgasm. The sounds coming from her mouth and pussy have you right on the brink again, so you shove your cock into her as hard as you can. ''"RAAAAAAARRR!"'' You roar, blasting your load as deep into her pussy as you can, while she desperately clings to you. It doesn't take long before you're laying on top of her, panting, and gently moving your dick around inside her. Bonnie beams a satisfied smile and begins to give you sweet little pecks on the lips. @@color:orange;''"Ok, up-up-up!"''@@ She urges, pushing against your chest insistently. Your dick slides out of her pussy and you begin to rise, but instead, you come back down on top of her and ram your limp dick back into her pussy. @@color:orange;''"AHHH! heeheehee"''@@ She giggles briefly before you grab her by the back of the head and possessively tongue-kiss her. She accepts your tongue for a moment before patting your chest and trying to wriggle away. @@color:orange;''"Mmmmpphh! Down boy! heeheehee".''@@ You finally let her up and she gingerly skips toward the bathroom. @@color:orange;''"You were incredible, K! See you at school!"''@@, she rattles off, closing the bathroom door behind her. ''"Yeah, see ya, babe"'' You announce, changing back into your own clothes and strutting out the door proudly. //''I did it! Goddamn, I'm such a fucking stud!''// You leap into the air, patting yourself on the back for losing your virginity with a hot chick. <<set $bonnie = $bonnie +5>>\ <<set $masc = $masc +5>>\ <<set $dom = $dom +5>> <<print "Masculinity +5">> <<print "Dominance +5">> [[Go to Lunch|Tuesday : Lunch]]

Your head is swimming under the influence of the codeine, and Bonnie is working your piece like a professional. The wiggling of Bonnie's ass becomes frantic for a moment, before you feel her ass move away from your hand. Opening your eyes, you see her pussy descending down towards your face. It stops short though, her ass cheeks flexed tightly, awaiting your attention. Craning your neck upward, you try to stick your tongue into her pussy, but she is squeezing it shut tightly. Resigning yourself to running your tongue up and down her slit, you taste pussy for the first time... It's salty. @@color:orange;''"You've never done this before have you?"''@@ Asks Bonnie, pulling her mouth off your cock. Hearing nothing in response, Bonnie begins to instruct you. @@color:orange;''"Alright K, open your mouth as wide as you can, and suck really hard, ok?" ''@@ ''"Mmmmm yeah baby, anything you want"'' You breathe, intoxicated by the scent of her pussy. Bonnie sits up slightly, hovering right over your head, @@color:orange;''"Ready? .... OPEN!"''@@ She commands, reaching back to spread her ass cheeks wide and slamming her pussy down hard against your open mouth. You lock your lips around her pussy and suck hard, staring directly into her asshole as it suddenly pushes outward. A huge amount of goo audibly splats against the entrance to your throat, causing you to swallow reflexively in an effort not to choke. //''Did she just cum in my mouth?''// You wonder idly, contemplating the thickness of the substance as it slides down your throat. @@color:orange;''"Good boy, K. Now french kiss my pussy, make out with it."''@@ She orders, lowering her head back down onto your cock and groping your balls. The pleasure of the blowjob combined with the drugs and the taste of her pussy has you in complete and utter ecstasy. You hug her around her hips with your arms and moan into her pussy as you passionately tongue-kiss her salty twat. In response to your submissive display, Bonnie pulls your legs up until the back of your knees are behind her armpits. When her finger begins to circle your saliva moistened asshole, you wrap your legs around her body as well, whimpering and submitting to her will. Her pussy presses down hard against your mouth as she pushes two fingers firmly against your asshole. There is no penetration, but her fingers rapidly push against your hole as her head bobs frantically up and down the length of your dick. Squeezing her body tightly with all four of your limbs, you wail into her pussy as you begin to ejaculate directly into her mouth. ''"MMMpppphhhhhh!"'' you cry. She never stops working your hole during your orgasm, causing your legs to quiver and convulse. As your climax subsides, you go limp, your legs falling open and your arms hanging at your sides. Bonnie's pussy begins to push against your mouth, but you're too drained to manage anything more than a few licks and the occasional tender kiss. She spins around to face you, flopping her drenched pussy back over your mouth. @@color:orange;''"Do you love your Bunny, K?"''@@ Asks Bonnie in a childish voice, her lips pouting. You nod weakly in response, kissing her pussy. @@color:orange;''"Look into my eyes, K"''@@ She says a bit more firmly, and you comply. @@color:orange;''"Stick out your tongue for Bunny, heeheehee"''@@ She says sweetly, giggling. You try and give her your tongue, but it's just too fatigued, sinking back into your mouth after a few seconds. The angry look in her eyes tells you that she's upset by your failure. One of her hands reaching around to the back of your head, she positions her pussy above your nose and she presses your face deep into her cunt. @@color:orange;''"Grrrrr gimme your nose!!!"''@@ She growls, her hips thrusting back and forth against your nose. The only resistance you can muster is to raise your hands up, weakly clutching her ass cheeks as she facefucks you. Bonnie seems emboldened by your weakness, gripping your head in both hands and slamming her pussy against your face hard and fast. She growls, the sound of her pussy slapping against your face echoes loudly in your ears. You feel disoriented, it's like she's beating you up with her pussy. Pain begins to radiate from your nose and fear creeps into your mind as her loose pussy now appears bloodstained. Insane laughter begins to ring in your ears as you continue to take sopping wet blows to the face. @@color:orange;''"YEEAAHHHHHH!!!! heeheehee"''@@ Bonnie cackles in orgasm, dragging her pussy up and down your face from your forehead to your chin and back. Shuddering above you, her juices flow into the corners of your eyes and up your nostrils as she proceeds to slime your whole face with cum. Finally rising up off your face, Bonnie looks down at you giggling. @@color:orange;''"Wow! You're a natural K! heeheehee"''@@ Seeming to notice the blood for the first time, she becomes very gentle and protective of you. @@color:orange;''"Oh sweetie, are you ok? I didn't hurt you did I??"''@@ She pouts, leaning in to kiss you on the nose. ''"Ahhh... nah, I'm ok... Damn girl, you get really excited don't you?"'' You say in a weak, nasal voice. @@color:orange;''"heeheehee, yeahhh, a little I guess..."''@@ She giggles, seeming slightly embarrassed. @@color:orange;''"I have to take a shower, you can use the guest bathroom to clean up, and.... I hope you're not mad at me??"''@@ She asks apologetically. ''"What? Of course not! You give the best blowjobs in the entire world! hahaha"'' You reassure her, running a finger along her soft lips. @@color:orange;''"Awwwwww! you're soooo sweeeeet, K!"''@@ She coos, nuzzling her face against yours, slathering her cheek with cum and blood. @@color:orange;''"Okie, I'm glad you're happy. I'll see you next time, alright, K?"''@@ She bubbles. The blood smeared on her face doesn't match her sunny disposition, another brief pang of fear strikes you. ''"Oh, for sure!"'' You say with a smile, trying not to give away the fact that you're a little disturbed by her at this moment. @@color:orange;''"Yay!"''@@ She cheers, bouncing to her feet and making a merry jaunt out of her trip to the bathroom. @@color:orange;''"OH! And don't forget to come and see me tomorrow, Kay? I have a special treat for you! heehee"''@@ She adds before the bathroom door slams shut. As soon as she is out of sight, you exhale deeply... Standing up shakily, you find your way to the guest bathroom and quickly begin to splash cold water against your face. Examining your nose in the mirror, it appears to be fine, though it's stinging painfully now. //''I guess the codeine was dulling the pain earlier and now it wore off... Wait, did she-.... Did she plan it that way? ... What the fuck am I doing, man? Is a blowjob really worth all this??''// Looking at yourself in the mirror, your mind drifts back to the feeling of cumming in Bonnie's mouth. //''Shit... I've taken much worse beatings than this and got nothing in exchange. Fuck yeah, it's worth it! ... Why am I trippin? I just got my first blowjob!''// You break out into a smile, finishing your bathroom duties, changing clothes and heading back to school. <<set $sub = $sub + 5>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<set $bonnie = $bonnie - 5>> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <<print "Submission +5">> [[Break for lunch|Thursday : Lunch]]

Your fingers trace Bonnie's ass, finding the cleft of her pussy and gently stroking it. She reacts to your touch as if she'd been tickled, her mouth going deeper on your cock. Using two fingers, you penetrate her cunt forcefully, eliciting a deep moan from Bonnie as she hums on the head of your dick. As your fingers easily slide into her sloppy cunt, sawing back and forth, a foamy goo starts to drip out. //''What the fuck is this? Did she cum already?''// You wonder. Pushing the thought out of your mind, you sit up to gain more leverage and begin to hammer your fingers into her loose pussy. Her reaction is to bob frantically up and down on your stiff dick while whimpering urgently. When your thumb presses against her asshole, she pulls almost all the way off your dick, holding the head in her mouth and whipping her head around vigorously. The overstimulation has you near the brink, so you pull her head off your cock, standing up and positioning yourself behind her. With her face buried in the couch, Bonnie reaches back and spreads her cheeks open. From this angle, you can see that her pussy is in bad shape, loose, swollen and discharging a thick white substance. Swiping some of the substance from her pussy, she slathers it over her asshole with a throaty groan. Taking her cue as an invitation, you press your hard cock against her hole and begin to push. @@color:orange;''"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH"''@@ She sighs, as the head of your cock penetrates her and becomes lodged inside her anus. The feeling is amazing, so much tighter than when you fucked her pussy yesterday. Slowly, her hungry ass swallows the entire length of your cock, squeezing down on you and then releasing. You follow her lead, moving your cock in and out of her ass at a slow, tender pace. This causes Bonnie to giggle. @@color:orange;''"heeheehee, awww are you in love with my bum, K?"''@@ She begins slowly gyrating her hips, reaching back with one arm to pull you closer against her body. She twists her upperbody towards you and pulls you in for a kiss. The feeling is incredibly sensual, your undulating bodies and intertwined tongues dance in perfect unison. You hold her body affectionately as you continue to passionately hump her receptive backside. She sits up, her back flat against your chest, draping an arm around the back of your neck. @@color:orange;''"mmmmmm... Do you love me, K?"''@@ She whispers seductively. The "L" word kind of breaks you out of the moment, this causes you to hesitate in answering her. She responds my pausing in her motions, clearly expecting a response before continuing further. ''"Of course I love you, babe"'' You promise, running your hands up her sides, caressing her in adoration. She smiles in response and begins to push her ass back against you pleasantly. Her head turned, she catches your gaze, looking you directly in the eyes as she backs up on your dick. She begins to flick her tongue at you, inviting you to do the same, and you begin kissing each other in a very lewd manner. At this, she begins to breathe quickly and excitedly, moving her ass against you at a rapid pace. The combined stimuli and emotions you're feeling send you over the edge, unloading your balls directly into her ass. You writhe and twist and make strange sounds as you convulse against Bonnie's back. She snickers at your display, falling forward and burying her head into the couch again as you fall on top of hear. Breathing hard and covered in sweat, you bask in the aftershock of your explosive orgasm. @@color:orange;''"hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm"''@@ You begin to realize that Bonnie is muffling some kind of sounds into the couch cushion. Gently pulling her up, she is giggling uncontrolably and shaking with mirth. You look at her questioningly, which causes her to laugh even harder, falling back onto the couch sideways and yanking your flaccid dick out of her cum-filled asshole. She curls her knees up to her chest, laying in the fetal position on the couch and giggling up at you. One of her fingers reaches around and fully penetrates her asshole before being pulled out and inserted deeply into her mouth. She slowly pulls the finger out with a predatory look in her eyes, then hops to her feet merrily. @@color:orange;''"I love you, K"''@@ She declares solemnly, wrapping her arms around you and hugging you lovingly. You respond with a gentle hug of your own and you hold each other in silence for a while. You're not sure how much time passes, but she finally angles her head towards you with soft eyes and an innocent smile. She kisses you passionately, which feels great, but you realize that her mouth tastes disgusting and pull your face away quickly. This causes her to giggle huskily and begin to fondle your soft cock again. You slowly but firmly extricate yourself from her embrace, giving her an annoyed look with your brows furrowed. @@color:orange;''"heehee, thanks for the love, lover"''@@ She winks, @@color:orange;''"Come and see me tomorrow, I have a special treat for you!"''@@ She teases, turning her back and pushing her ass against your crotch one last time before walking towards the bathroom. Your mind is racing as you walk to the back room and get changed, wiping your dick off on a towel on the floor. //''That was kind of weird, but Bonnie is a very weird girl. A special treat? I already fucked her ass... Does she have another hole I dont know about? Still though, I've never felt like this in my life... Is this what love feels like?''// You wonder, as you finish getting ready and head out the front door towards the school. <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<set $bonnie = $bonnie + 5>> <<print "Masculinity +5">> <<print "Dominance +5">> [[Break for lunch|Thursday : Lunch]]

You get permission to use the bathroom, then sneak out to the smoking section and light up a cancer stick. Weed was your first love and you only started smoking cigarettes as a cheap alternative. Thought's of Amy's hot little mouth around your dick start to play in your mind. Suddenly you are grabbed from behind in a choke hold which knocks the cigarette out of your hand and pulls you backward. Sticking one of your hands into the choke and bearing down gives you a little room to breathe, and then you notice the sleeve of your assailant, it's camouflage. ''"Is this how you treat all the boys?".'' @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Ha-Ha".''@@ Mocks Gary, releasing his grip and shoving you away from behind. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"You're slippin dog!".''@@ ''"You fucked up my smoke man...".'' @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Awww poor baby, smokie fall down go boom? I guess you're gonna need something else to smoke huh?".''@@ Gary pulls out a blunt and starts walking in the direction of the co-op @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Let's go".''@@ [[Fuck it, let's go|Thursday : Skipping First Period]]

''"How could you do this to me!?"'' You scream at her. Her smile fades and her face becomes sullen as she takes a step towards you. @@color:orange;''"I'm only trying to help you, K"''@@, she promises, her open hands outstretched toward you in an offering of peace. ''"Trying to HELP me???"'' You shout incredulously. She pouts in response. @@color:orange;''"Yes, I'm trying to help you, so stop being such a baby!"''@@ She scolds, her hands now on her hips. ''"A BABY!!!??? BITCH, YOU'RE FUCKING CRAZY!!!"'' Her eyes fill with red hot rage which causes you to falter for a split second. She uses the opportunity to aim a kick at your groin, which you instinctively deflect with a slight turn of your hips. If her anger is an inferno, yours is an erupting volcano. Grabbing her by the neck, you push her out to arms length and slap her across the face as hard as you can. She seems barely affected by your blow, glaring at you with a sadistic smile. This prompts you to land two more stinging slaps to her face, followed by a heavy backhanded blow that opens up a cut on her lower lip. She seems disoriented for a moment, then she begins to giggle, @@color:orange;''"Wow, you hit like a faggot too, heeheehee"''@@. Wrapping both of your hands around her neck, you push her backwards, hoist her into the air and pin her against the wall. She claws at your wrists with an evil grin as you beging to cut off the flow of blood and oxygen to her brain. Her eyes shut tightly and the smile on her face twists into a snarl. In that moment, you notice the chip on her front tooth and recall the story associated with it. The guy who punched her and the anger it evoked inside you, imagining how someone could ever do that to a female. //''This what she wanted... This is what she does...''// This epiphany quenches your anger like a bucket of cold water being dumped over your head. A gurgling sound brings your attention back to Bonnie, her mouth hanging open and her eyes rolled up into her head. You drop her to the ground and back up in horror, //''Oh shit, I killed her!''//. After about five seconds, she begins to cough and clutch at her throat. Moving quickly, you begin to head for the back room, shedding off her loaner clothes as you go. A forced laugh devoid of all mirth echoes behind you @@color:orange;''"HA-HA-HA! -cough- HA-HA! What's wrong, K? Don't you want to FUCK ME!?"''@@ You quickly gather your clothes and begin to dress youself at her front door, watching her very carefully. The wolfish grin on her face morphs into that of an innocent little lamb again, pouting apologetically and slowly striding towards you. @@color:orange;''"I'm sorry, K... I really do care about you..."''@@. Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she continues to close the distance between you. @@color:orange;''"I.... I love you, K!"''@@ She weeps, clutching her arms to her chest and continuing to move towards you. You look at her in disgust, then open the door and back out of the building, closing the door between you. Constantly looking backward to make sure she isn't in pursuit, you quicken your pace and jog to the end of her street. Your mind is racing trying to recount the various exchanges you had Bonnie, searching for an objective justification for your actions. At the same time, you're gripped by paranoia, scanning the area as if she could jump out from behind a bush wielding an axe at any moment. //''I feel like I'm in a horror movie, and she's a cross between Jason Voorhees and Hannibal Lecter... Well, at least I didn't knock her teeth out... And besides, she-''// Your thoughts are cut off as you round the corner and spot Gary walking towards the school, his back to you. Moving swiftly, but stepping lightly, you charge up behind Gary, looking for some payback. Perking his head up and spinning to face you, Gary is too late, as you slam into him at full speed, tackling him onto his back. He grunts audibly from the impact before trying to tie up your arms, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Yo dog! How'd you like the taste of-"''@@. You cut him off, smashing your elbow down across the bridge of his nose. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"GAAAAAAHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRR"''@@ He growls, gargling the blood flowing down the back of his throat. With Gary stunned, you pin his head to the sidewalk with all of your body weight and shout into his ear, ''"You're slippin' dog! HA-HA-HA-HA, why aren't you laughing G? You thought it was pretty fucking funny before, didn't you!?"''. Gary's arms and legs flail around, but you're controlling his head and grinding his face into the sidewalk, ''"HA-HA-HA! LAUGH NOW, MOTHERFUCKER!"''. You begin to fire your knee into Gary's solar plexes, once, twice, a dozen times. By the end, Gary is curled up and gasping for air, blood streaking one whole side of his face. Satisfied with your revenge on Gary, you stand up, eyeing him warily for signs of immediate reprisal. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"-gasp- Ffffuck you -gasp- pppunk!"''@@ Spits Gary. At that, you raise your foot backward as if to kick him in the face, causing Gary to flinch away and raise a hand to his face in defense. ''"You did me dirty, G... You know you did me dirty... Take your punishment like a man! You know, like how you always used to tell me when you whooped my ass back in the days. I'm 'making a man out of you', remember that? So be a man, and quit crying like a bitch!"'' Your ego intact, you stomp away in the direction of the school. <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<set $bonniedom = 1>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <<print "Dominance +5">> <<set $garyrevenge = $garyrevenge + 1>> [[Go back to school|Friday : Lunch]]

''"How could you do this to me!?"'' You scream at her, tears welling up in your eyes. Her smile fades and her face becomes sullen as she takes a step towards you. @@color:orange;''"I'm only trying to help you, K"''@@, she promises, her open hands outstretched toward you in an offering of peace. ''"Trying to HELP me???"'' You shout incredulously. She pouts in response. @@color:orange;''"Yes, I'm trying to help you, so stop being such a baby!"''@@ She scolds, her hands now on her hips. ''"A BABY!!!??? BITCH, YOU'RE FUCKING CRAZY!!!"''. Her eyes fill with red hot rage which causes you to falter for a split second. That's all the time she needed to kick you square in the balls with all her might. ''"OOOOFFF"'' you drop to your knees and slump against Bonnie's legs, but she quickly redirects your upper body onto the seat of the couch. The pain in your testicles is almost unbearable, you concentrate on your breathing and begin the slow process to recovery. @@color:orange;''"You FUCKER!"''@@ Shouts Bonnie, before you feel another incredibly powerful kick connect with your already aching balls. You wail in pain like a wounded animal, almost passing out from the pain. Tears well up in your eyes and you feel like you're going to vomit, the pain shooting like an electrical current through your legs. Losing full control of your muscles, you begin to slide off the couch, but Bonnie stops you. One of her hands grabs the back of your neck, pinning your head down, and the other hand strips your lower body with one violent jerk. You immediately feel cold and vulnerable, now naked from the waist down. @@color:orange;''"How DARE you talk to me that way!"''@@ Bonnie shrieks, her hand coming down hard on your right ass cheek. You barely feel the sting of the slap, but the impact vibrates painfully in your balls. @@color:orange;''"After everything I've DONE for you!"''@@ She punctuates the statement with another hefty slap to your exposed ass. @@color:orange;''"I'm gonna teach you your PLACE!"''@@. ''-SLAP!-'' She leans in, her lips close to your ear @@color:orange;''"Like a dog, Mr. K"''@@. Even drowning in an ocean of pain, you recognize the last line of 'The Trial' which makes you gasp in terror. That's the part where Mr. K is stabbed right through the heart and executed. @@color:orange;''"LIKE A DOG!"''@@ She roars, slamming two of her fingers into your ass with one brutal thrust. ''"AAAAAAAHHHHHH"'' You cry, trying to struggle against her grip, but it's no use, you're still too weak. She responds by roughly pumping your asshole until you stop resisting. @@color:orange;''"This could have been so sweet and tender, K. But you just had to throw a tantrum"''@@ She states impatiently. <<if $bonnie == 40>>\ @@color:orange;''"You seemed to enjoy sucking your friend's cum out of my pussy, so I just wanted to give you a fresher treat, sweetie"''@@ <</if>>\ <<if $bonnie == 60>>\ @@color:orange;''"You didn't mind using your friend's cum as lube last time, now you freak out over a little kiss!?"''@@ <</if>>\ At that, you attempt to explode again, the paralysis in your legs now partially fading. It's no use, you have no leverage in this position, but you keep trying to wriggle away. Bonnie growls in response, adding another finger into your recently virgin asshole. The pain is searing hot and you realize that it has surpassed the soreness of your balls. Feeling all hope drain away, you go limp in her grasp, submitting your body to her will. @@color:orange;''"Yeahhhhh, thaaaaats right, K"''@@ She whispers in your ear. The hand on the back of your neck comes loose and you hear her zipper open and her pants hit the floor. Her fuzzy, sopping wet pussy pushes against one of your legs, sending a chill up your arching spine. Her methodical pumping of your hole is accompanied by the thrusts of her hips and dominant grunts. Soon, pleasure begins to mix in with the pain as Bonnie finds a particularly sensitive spot inside of you. ''"uuuunnghhhhh"'', A weak moan issues from your lips and your entire body tingles. Your submission sends Bonnie into a frenzy of ecstasy, bucking against you rapidly and now painfully jamming her fingers in and out of your ass. ''"OOOWWWWWWwwwwwwww"'' You whine, as Bonnie orgasms loudly with insane laughter, her juices running down your leg. The stimulation of your ass slows to a more comfortable pace and Bonnie kneels down behind you. The first thing you feel is her mouth engulfing your balls, while her free hand clasps the shaft of your cock. In what can only be described as magnificent, Bonnie begins to suckle on your balls while gently milking your cock downward like a cow's udder. ''"oooohhhhhhHHHHHHHH!!!"'' It's all too much for you, waves of pleasure seem to wring the orgasm out of you like a wet sponge. It seems as if you're hardly even present in the moment, your perception is badly skewed. Your heart is pounding in your ears, your eyes blurred by tears, and the sensations reverberating throughout your body make you begin to spasm. Bonnie's hand moves from the shaft of your cock to the head, stimulating it as you spray all over her palm. You begin to thrust your hips in time with her fingers for the duration of your release. When you're finally spent, Bonnie allows you to slump over onto your side. Bonnie's hot and sweaty body slides over top of you, her firm breasts crushing up against your chest. She lovingly strokes your body and hair, bringing her lips closer to yours. Even in your weakened state, you can see that Bonnie's cheeks are bulging slightly, obviously holding your cum in her mouth. You gently pull your head back, looking into her soft eyes with sorrow. //''She makes me feel so good... I want her affection... I want her approval... I want to please her''// As if she can read your mind, the corners of Bonnie's lips slightly curl up into a sweet smile. You accept her kiss as she gently pushes her tongue into your mouth, a small amount of cum igniting your tastebuds. Wrapping your arms around her lovingly, you begin to sensually french kiss each other, swapping your cum back and forth. Backing away from you slowly, the cum somehow having disappeared, Bonnie kisses you on the end of your nose. @@color:orange;''"I can't wait to see you again, K"''@@ She whispers seductively into your ear, before she stands, flipping her hair and walking toward the bathroom. You lay there for a while, the taste of cum on your lips and a painful, yet somehow longing emptiness in your asshole. Eventually, you get up and slowly walk to the back room where your clothes are. Every step and bend reminds you of the pain in your butt, and it also reminds you of Bonnie's dominance. When you get outside, you can feel the sun on your face, the smell of the freshly cut grass, and the chirping of birds. You seem to be more perceptive, or perhaps, morse sensitive to the sights, smells and feelings around you. It's like you're in a whole new world as you stoically march back to school. <<set $sub = $sub + 5>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<set $bonnie = $bonnie - 5>> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <<print "Submission +5">> <<set $bonniesub = 1>>\ [[Go back to school|Friday : Lunch]]

<center>\ <<if $day == 1>>\ <<print "__''Day: 1 - Monday''__">>\ <</if>>\ <<if $day == 2>>\ <<print "__''Day: 2 - Tuesday''__">>\ <</if>>\ <<if $day == 3>>\ <<print "__''Day: 3 - Wednesday''__">>\ <</if>>\ <<if $day == 4>>\ <<print "__''Day: 4 - Thursday''__">>\ <</if>>\ <<if $day == 5>>\ <<print "__''Day: 5 - Friday''__">>\ <</if>>\ <<if $day == 6>>\ <<print "__''Day: 6 - Saturday''__">>\ <</if>>\ <<if $day == 7>>\ <<print "__''Day: 7 - Sunday''__">>\ <</if>>\ <<if $day == 8>>\ <<print "__''Day: 8 - Monday''__">>\ <</if>>\ <<if $day == 9>>\ <<print "__''Day: 9 - Tuesday''__">>\ <</if>>\ <<if $day == 10>>\ <<print "__''Day: 10 - Wednesday''__">>\ <</if>>\ <<if $day == 11>>\ <<print "__''Day: 11 - Thursday''__">>\ <</if>>\ <<if $day == 12>>\ <<print "__''Day: 12 - Friday''__">>\ <</if>>\ <<if $day == 13>>\ <<print "__''Day: 13 - Saturday''__">>\ <</if>>\ <<if $day == 14>>\ <<print "__''Day: 14 - Sunday''__">>\ <</if>>\ [[Description|You]] [[Attributes|Attributes]] [[Inventory|Inventory]] [[Other Characters|Descriptions]] [[Hints and Spoilers|Walkthrough]] <<if $money != 0>>\ <<print "Money : $money">> <</if>>\ <<if $weed != 0>>\ <<print "Weed : $weed">> <</if>>\ <<if $coke != 0>>\ <<print "Coke : $coke">> <</if>>\ <<if $mickeydebt != 0>>\ <<print "Mickey Debt : $mickeydebt">> <</if>>\ <<if $fatsdebt != 0>>\ <<print "Fats Debt : $fatsdebt">> <</if>>\ <<if $body == 3>>\ <<set $mascmax=100>>\ <<print "Status : Male <ul style='list-style:none; width:100%;'> " + "<li style='background:blue; height:25px; width: " + 100*$masc/$mascmax + "%;' > " + "$masc" + "</li>" + "</ul>" >>\ <</if>>\ <<if $body == 2>>\ <<set $mascmax=100>>\ <<print "Status : Beta Male <ul style='list-style:none; width:100%;'> " + "<li style='background:pink; height:25px; width: " + 100*$masc/$mascmax + "%;' > " + "$masc" + "</li>" + "</ul>" >>\ <</if>>\ <<if $body == 4>>\ <<set $mascmax=100>>\ <<print "Status : Alpha Male <ul style='list-style:none; width:100%;'> " + "<li style='background:purple; height:25px; width: " + 100*$masc/$mascmax + "%;' > " + "$masc" + "</li>" + "</ul>" >>\ <</if>>\ <<set $highmax=100>>\ <<print "Intoxication <ul style='list-style:none; width:100%;'> " + "<li style='background:green; height:25px; width: " + 100*$high/$highmax + "%;' > " + "$high" + "</li>" + "</ul>" >>\ </center>

[[Sam|Sam]] [[Ivan|Ivan]] [[Gary|Gary]] [[Kate|Kate]] [[Jan|Jan]] [[Amy|Amy]] [[Bonnie|Bonnie]] [[Will|Will]] [[Mickey|Mickey]] [[Alan|Alan]] [[Fats|Fats]] [[Michelle|Michelle]] [[Leslie|Leslie]] [[Melanie|Melanie]] [[Gino|Gino]] [[Ted|Ted]] <<back>>

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/title.jpg" height= "120" width="1060"/> - by: ikkabod -<video width="960" height="720" autoplay loop muted><source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/Smoke Love.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video> <big>''- WARNING -''</big></center> This game is intended for persons of legal age in your respective country, state or territory due to ''EXTREME ADULT CONTENT''. If you are underage, please exit the game now. The game currently contains the following content: M/F, M/M, Oral, Vaginal, Anal, Masturbation, Domination, Submission, Hypnosis, Subversion, Bullying, Rape, Drug use, Drug sales, Violence against Men, Violence against Women, Racism, Misogyny, Misandry, Homophobia and Insanity. Many other themes may come into play with later releases that will be updated on this screen as they become available in the game. If any of this content bothers you, offends you, triggers you, etc. ''I highly recommend that you don't play this game''. If you would like to help support this game, please consider becoming a patron. [[Patreon Link|https://www.patreon.com/OldSchoolBlazin]] You can now follow the game on Discord. [[Discord|https://discord.gg/y7WyuWY]] [[CREDITS|credits]] If you wish to continue, click on the link below, and enjoy. <center><big>[[Play|Pictures]]</big></center> \ <<set $body = 3>>\ <<set $masc = 50>>\ <<set $mascmax = 100>>\ <<set $dom = 0>>\ <<set $sub = 0>>\ <<set $str = 50>>\ <<set $cha = 50>>\ <<set $int = 50>>\ <<set $high = 0>>\ <<set $highmax=100>>\ \ <<set $money = 0>>\ <<set $weed = 0>>\ <<set $coke = 0>>\ \ <<set $gary = 50>>\ <<set $sam = 50>>\ <<set $ivan = 50>>\ <<set $roh = 0>>\ <<set $jain = 0>>\ <<set $kate = 50>>\ <<set $katedom = 0>>\ <<set $katesub = 0>>\ <<set $jan = 50>>\ <<set $jandom = 0>>\ <<set $jansub = 0>>\ <<set $bonnie = 50>>\ <<set $bonniedom = 0>>\ <<set $bonniesub = 0>>\ <<set $amy = 50>>\ <<set $amydom = 0>>\ <<set $amysub = 0>>\ <<set $mickey = 50>>\ <<set $fats = 50>>\ <<set $will = 50>>\ <<set $willsub = 0>>\ <<set $coach = 0>>\ \ <<set $mallsecurity = 0>>\ <<set $samintro = 0>>\ <<set $showerintro = 0>>\ <<set $garycum = 0>>\ <<set $garyrevenge = 0>>\ <<set $clothes = 0>>\ \ <<set $thug = 0>>\ <<set $bitch = 0>>\ <<set $stoner = 0>>\ \ <<set $leslie = 50>>\ <<set $alan = 50>>\ <<set $melanie = 50>>\ <<set $partyjansub = 0>>\ <<set $partyjandom = 0>>\ <<set $window = 0>>\ <<set $garage = 0>>\ \ <<set $samweek2 = 0>>\ <<set $ivanweek2 = 0>>\ <<set $kateweek2 = 0>>\ <<set $garyweek2 = 0>>\ <<set $janweek2 = 0>>\ \ <<set $mickeydebt = 0>>\ <<set $fatsdebt = 0>>\ <<set $day = 1>>\

You're not gonna let a little drama get in the way of your dick-action, so you don the tank top and sweatpants Bonnie has laid out for you. <<set $clothes = 2>> As soon as you walk into the den, you're shocked to see Bonnie tending to a small pile of white powder on a mirror. She cuts out two lines with a razor blade, places a rolled up bill into her nostril and quickly snorts up one of the lines. Rubbing at her nose frantically with one hand, she passes the rolled up bill to you with the other. //''Fuck... I've never done coke before... I don't want to look like a bitch though, and she's not trying to poison me or anything, considering she just took the first line right in front of me.''// Your mind made up, you sit down on the couch beside her, place the rolled up bill to your nose and snort the white powder as hard and fast as you can. The burning sensation in your nose is immediate, causing you to cough and cover your nose in pain. This sends Bonnie into a fit of giggling. <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/codeine.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ ''"Damn... that shit burns... hehe, sorry, this is my first time doing coke."'' You explain. @@color:orange;''"Coke?? I wish! I can't afford that silly, heeheehee, these are crushed up codeine pills"''@@ She giggles, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. You stare forward blankly as you begin to feel your face going numb. Bonnie turns your face to her's and sticks a tongue down your throat aggressively. One of her hands now begins to urgently tug on your cock over the sweatpants. You hands grope her body hungrily, causing her to become even more aroused and forceful. She pushes you onto your back, yanking down your sweatpants and briefs to send your cock bouncing against your stomach. A lewd expression on her face, she kneels on the floor and rests her head on your stomach with her ass pointed towards you. The opiate begins to affect you more heavily now, feeling like you're laying on a pile of feathers. Just as you're beginning to bask in the sensation, Bonnie's wet mouth closes around the head of your cock. You moan loudly, the stimulation of your first blowjob is easily the best thing you have ever felt in your life. Bonnie begins to lovingly stroke your balls while very slowly fellating your hard cock. She begins to whimper, wiggling her butt back and forth. You just noticed that she isn't wearing any panties, her naked pussy and asshole are on full display. With her knees locked together, her meaty pussy looks squashed, the lips pushing from between her thighs. Placing a hand on her ass cheek, you begin to caress her gently as she sucks your cock a bit faster. The additional stimulation causes you to throw your head back, smiling up at the ceiling as Bonnie whines and begins to buck her ass vigorously. <<if $bonnie == 45>>\ [[Lay back and enjoy the blowjob|Thursday : Enjoy]] <</if>>\ <<if $bonnie == 55>>\ [[Finger her|Thursday : Finger her]] <</if>>\

Carefully turning the knob, you slowly open the door behind you without making a sound. //''I can't believe I'm running from a cute little redhead with pigtails. Still though... You never know when someone might catch you slippin'''// With the rest of the period to yourself, there's not much to do, so you end up bumming around and smoking cigarettes. <<set $bonnie = 0>> [[Break for lunch|Thursday : Lunch]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/gym.jpg" width="580" height="278"></center> <<if $will == 45>>\ //''Well, at least he's not knocking my teeth out''// You figure, allowing yourself to be led toward a cambered squat bar. Will positions himself behind you, kicking your feet open to widen your stance, then lifting the bar effortlessly and hefting it onto your shoulders. You're not sure how much weight is on the bar, but it's a considerably amount. @@color:slateblue;''"Ok, now keep your back straight, bend at the knees and go all the way down".''@@ Your legs shake slightly as you begin to descend. @@color:slateblue;''"Back straight!"''@@ He barks, pulling your head backward by the hair and pushing forward on your lower back. @@color:slateblue;''"Now down!".''@@ Obeying his instruction, you continue to drop, your butt almost touching the back of your heels. As you attempt to get back up, your legs shake violently and you begin to panic. @@color:slateblue;''"UP!"''@@ He orders, grabbing the back of your little shorts and pulling up. The shorts wedge deeply into your ass crack, but his help gets you high enough to get more leverage with your legs. @@color:slateblue;''"Squeeze your ass when you get to the top and hold it".''@@ His hands grab both your cheeks and he squeezes them painfully. @@color:slateblue;''"SQUEEEEZE!"''@@ He scolds. Your response is to flex your buttocks as hard as you can, it's firmness repels his fingers from sinking into your flesh. @@color:slateblue;''"Niiiiiice"''@@ He chuckles. You're not sure if he's complimenting your technique, or just admiring your ass, though you suspect it's the latter. Will grabs a kneeling stool and sits on it right behind you, as you begin to descend again. @@color:slateblue;''"Back straight!"''@@ He warns, slapping you on the ass. You correct your form and continue to lower your pelvis toward the ground. The motion is blocked near the bottom as your butt sits right down on what you immediately identify as Will's lap. <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/willsquats.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ The shaft of his cock presses flat against your crack before he thrusts his hips upward firmly, once again helping your reascent. Getting back to the upright position, you feel a sharp slap connect with your butt cheek @@color:slateblue;''"Squeeze!".''@@ You comply immediately, and so the exercise continues for three sets of twelve repetitions each. When the bell finally rings, Will stands up to leave, giving you a final pat on the butt, @@color:slateblue;''"Good work, wimp".''@@ //''He's such a fucking asshole, but this is probably the best lower body workout I've ever had in my life''// You muse, the throbbing in your legs and ass burns like there's a fire in your pants. Clearing your wedgie, you make your way back to the change room. <<set $will = $will - 5>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<set $sub = $sub + 5>>\ <<set $str = $str -5>> <<print "Strength -5">> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <<print "Submission +5">> [[Go get changed|Wednesday : Change Room]] <</if>>\ <<if $will == 55 && $jain != 1>> You jerk your arm out of Will's grasp causing him to give you a warning glare. The look soon disappears as you take the lead walking towards the free weights. Locating the cambered squat bar, you judge the weight to be a sufficient challenge for your size and strength. You proceed to deadlift the bar and snatch it up onto your shoulders. The first descent is a bit shaky, and Will laughs at your poor form, @@color:slateblue;''"You have to keep your back straight, wimp".''@@ Although he is obnoxious, he's right about the form, so you adjust your position and complete the first repetition. @@color:slateblue;''"Squeeze that ass at the top, punk!".''@@ You're getting a little sick of his insults, but you do squeeze firmly as instructed. The second rep goes much smoother, aside from the snide remarks from Will, @@color:slateblue;''"Hahaha your legs are shaking like Bambi, maybe you should go back to the leg press, weakling".''@@ Upon completing your third rep, Will's voice booms out again, @@color:slateblue;''"SQUEEZE!"''@@ He orders, his hand connecting sharply with one of your ass cheeks. The rage inside you becomes too much to contain. You fling the bar backward and quickly spin around to face Will. ''"Keep your fucking hands off me you punk-ass bitch!"'' You shout. The weight falls less than an inch short of landing on Will's foot and he explodes in anger as well. @@color:slateblue;''"You little fucking worm! I'm gonna rip your head off!!"''@@, he roars, taking a step toward you. You shove the cambered bar forward with the heel of your foot causing it to slam directly into Will's shins, sending him sprawling to the floor. You're about to kick him in the face when you see the coach storm into the room trying to figure out what's going on. Instead, you take several steps backward and plan your path of retreat in anticipation of Will's inevitable charge. @@color:slateblue;''"You're dead motherfucker! Just wait until I get my hands around your scrawny little neck and-"''@@ @@color:lightsteelblue;''"WIIIILLLL!!!"''@@ The coach bellows, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck from behind. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"What did I tell you about picking on the boys!? HUH!? It looks like we need to have another sit-down with your father!".''@@ At this, the blood drains out of Will's face and his anger blinks out of existence. The final look he gives you is one of pure, unadulterated hatred, and you know this isn't over by a longshot. The coach escorts Will out of the room and the rest of the class is covered in a fog of underlying tension. <<set $will = $will + 5>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<set $str = $str +5>> <<print "Strength +5">> <<print "Masculinity +5">> <<print "Dominance +5">> [[Go get changed|Wednesday : Change Room]] <</if>>\ <<if $will == 55 && $jain == 1>> //''Well, at least he's not knocking my teeth out''// You figure, allowing yourself to be led toward a cambered squat bar. Will positions himself behind you, kicking your feet open to widen your stance, then lifting the bar effortlessly and hefting it onto your shoulders. You're not sure how much weight is on the bar, but it's a considerably amount. @@color:slateblue;''"Ok, now keep your back straight, bend at the knees and go all the way down".''@@ Your legs shake slightly as you begin to descend. @@color:slateblue;''"Back straight!"''@@ He barks, pulling your head backward by the hair and pushing forward on your lower back. @@color:slateblue;''"Now down!".''@@ Obeying his instruction, you continue to drop, your butt almost touching the back of your heels. As you attempt to get back up, your legs shake violently and you begin to panic. @@color:slateblue;''"UP!"''@@ He orders, grabbing the back of your little shorts and pulling up. The shorts wedge deeply into your ass crack, but his help gets you high enough to get more leverage with your legs. @@color:slateblue;''"Squeeze your ass when you get to the top and hold it".''@@ His hands grab both your cheeks and he squeezes them painfully. @@color:slateblue;''"SQUEEEEZE!"''@@ He scolds. Your response is to flex your buttocks as hard as you can, it's firmness repels his fingers from sinking into your flesh. @@color:slateblue;''"Niiiiiice"''@@ He chuckles. You're not sure if he's complimenting your technique, or just admiring your ass, though you suspect it's the latter. Will grabs a kneeling stool and sits on it right behind you, as you begin to descend again. @@color:slateblue;''"Back straight!"''@@ He warns, slapping you on the ass. You correct your form and continue to lower your pelvis toward the ground. The motion is blocked near the bottom as your butt sits right down on what you immediately identify as Will's lap. <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/willsquats.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ The shaft of his cock presses flat against your crack before he thrusts his hips upward firmly, once again helping your reascent. Getting back to the upright position, you feel a sharp slap connect with your butt cheek @@color:slateblue;''"Squeeze!".''@@ You comply immediately, and so the exercise continues for three sets of twelve repetitions each. When the bell finally rings, Will stands up to leave, giving you a final pat on the butt, @@color:slateblue;''"Good work, wimp".''@@ //''He's such a fucking asshole, but this is probably the best lower body workout I've ever had in my life''// You muse, the throbbing in your legs and ass burns like there's a fire in your pants. Clearing your wedgie, you make your way back to the change room. <<set $will = $will - 5>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<set $sub = $sub + 5>>\ <<set $str = $str -5>> <<print "Strength -5">> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <<print "Submission +5">> [[Go get changed|Wednesday : Change Room]] <</if>>

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/gym.jpg" width="580" height="278"></center> ''"Nah, I'm straight..."'' You mutter, climbing onto the leg press machine without a backward glance. The last encounter with Will was bad enough, and you don't plan on spending much time //'getting to know him'// any closer. @@color:slateblue;''"Yeah? Bullshit! I bet you could suck a golf ball through a garden hose, faggot"''@@ You don't respond. @@color:slateblue;''"Here! Check this out, sweetie"''@@ Says Will, followed by the sound of rustling clothes. You don't look. @@color:slateblue;''"Oh Yeahhhh, see that girls?, that's why they call me 'The Donkey' HAHAHAHA!"''@@ Will proceeds to parade his 'J-bar' around the weight room, and nobody is impressed-@@color:slateblue;''"Ay! See something you like, Ariza?"''@@ Looks like Will has found someone else to torture, for today at least. Focusing on your workout, you attempt to block out Will's continued sexual harassment of the other boy. When the bell rings, you're the first one out the door and inside the change room. You grab your clothes and leave instantly, deciding to change in one of the bathrooms. //''I don't need this shit in my life... What am I gonna do about this fucking guy?''// <<set $will = 0>>\ <<set $str = $str +5>> <<print "Strength +5">> [[Get ready to leave school|Wednesday : After School]]

Your mind races, recounting the events of the past week. Confusion, fear and anger tug your psyche in different directions, as if your brain was being torn apart on a medieval torture rack. It's too much for your young mind to process all at once, so you block it out and focus in on the moment. The immediate obstacle in your way rises to the surface of your thoughts. You visualize him... //''Will...''// Since you first met him, he has been a complete and utter jerk. A bully, picking on those weaker than him in order to sate his own ego. <<if $will == 40>>\ One thing you never anticipated was the feelings that he brought out of you, feelings for other men that you never thought you had. You don't find him attractive the same way as you would with a woman. It's more like admiration, or maybe jealousy, of his masculine stature and dominant aura. The more you think about him, the weaker you get, and you're not sure how you feel about that. <</if>>\ <<if $will != 40>>\ You can't keep going on like this, something has to be done about Will. His constant abuse makes you feel weak, and angry, sooo angry. Everyone's always walking on eggshells whenever he's around, and that's just the way he likes it. The less you resist him, the worse it is... If you give him an inch, he takes a mile. The more you think about him, the angrier you get, and you don't know what to do about it. <</if>>\ Countless scenarios of how to deal with Will flash through your mind, but you just can't reconcile your conflicted feelings. Blindly rummaging through your glove compartment, you pull out a random tape and slap it into the player, sinking back into your seat. [["4th Chamber" by Gza|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wFSvUMxDWak]] In your impressionable state, the disembodied voice in the intro to the song seems to speak directly to you. The choice is clear to you now. [[Choose the Sword|Friday : The Sword]] [[Choose the Ball|Friday : The Ball]]

<<if $will != 40>>\ The pressures in your life manifest themselves as white-hot anger in your mind. Pure, unadulterated rage seethes within you, pumping heat and adrenaline through your veins. //''That motherfucker! He's always trying to punk me off, diss me like I'm some kinda bitch!''// At that precise moment, a stark realization comes to you. //''There's nothing I can say to these guys... Words are seen as weakness, the only thing that really matters is action. They're like animals, that's the only thing they understand, and it's every man for himself. It's them or me... I have to show these motherfuckers who the FUCK I AM!''// Quickly formulating a murderous plan on how to deal with Will, the possible consequences weigh heavily on your mind. The chance that you might go to jail for the rest of your life... Is it really worth it? Doubts begin to creep back into your mind, fear, anxiety... weakness. You slam your fists against the steering wheel. ''"FUUUUUCK!"'' You shout, not wanting to feel helpless anymore. Desperately rummaging inside your glove compartment, another tape finds it's way into your deck. [["You ain't a killer" by Big Pun|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQ9xC9hnODY]] Staring into your own eyes in the rear-view mirror, the music seeps into your very being. Any concerns of consequences or reprisal melt away as your confidence rises. All remnants of fear and confusion are obliterated as your resolve is galvanized by the music. By the time the first chorus ends, you're climbing out of the car with a sadistic smile on your face. [[Go find Will|Friday : Face will]] <</if>> <<if $will == 40>>\ The pressures in your life manifest themselves as crippling fear. You begin to sob uncontrollably, holding yourself and rocking back and forth. //''He keeps pushing me, and pushing me, and PUSHING ME! I can't keep doing this! I can't LIVE like this! He's never gonna leave me alone... it will never end unless I do something. But he's SO BIG! I don't know what to do!''// You remember what Gary said, and all the years he spent toughening you up. Then you remember what else he said, that you should just suck his dick. A chill goes up your spine and your head begins swimming in waves of submission. At that precise moment, a stark realization comes to you. //''NO! I'm not fucking gay! I hate Will for making me feel this way, I HATE HIM!''// Quickly formulating a murderous plan on how to deal with Will, the possible consequences weigh heavily on your mind. The chance that you might go to jail for the rest of your life... Is it really worth it? Doubts begin to creep back into your mind, fear, anxiety... weakness. You slam your fists against the steering wheel. ''"Nooooo"'' You weep, not wanting to feel helpless anymore. There's no alternative, you have to destroy Will before he destroys you. With tears continuously streaming down your face, you slowly climb out of the car. [[Go find Will|Friday : Face will]] <</if>>\

The pressures in your life manifest themselves as frantic anxiety. You begin to shake uncontrollably, gripping the wheel and hyperventilating. You mind races, concocting scenarios that could help you escape this pain. //''I have to do something, it's time for me to act.''// You tell yourself, the consequences weighing heavily on you. What if you kill him? What will happen to your life? You don't want to spend the rest of you life in a cage, like an animal. Maybe you should just kill yourself, this world is so stupid and nobody understands you. One way or another, this has to end, you don't want to feel like this anymore. //''Fuck! There has to be another way, there has to be an answer!''// You tell yourself. //''I can figure this out, I can't give up like this.''// With no clear course of action that you can accept, you're determined to keep on thinking, searching for an answer. You can't be rash about this, it's such a huge decision that you have to plan this out as best you can. Spotting a balled up piece of tinfoil on the floor mat, your thoughts are silenced for a moment, bending down to retrieve it. Opening it up slowly, the scent of marijuana fills the interior of your car. Quickly rolling it up into a joint, you take a bit hit and lean back in your chair. Soon enough, your perspective begins to change. //''I know why this is happening... I feel this way because I'm allowing these emotions to influence me. All I have to do is focus on how I want to feel, think what I want to think. This is MY life, and these pressures are like lead weights that I'm trying to carry. The choice is mine, I can put them down whenever I want.''// You bust out in a little giggle, ''"hehehe, fuck Will. Why do I give a shit about him at all? Why am I even thinking about him right now? He's not thinking about me... I need to focus on ME"''. The new center of your focus demands a new soundtrack to accompany it, so you switch out the tape. [["Blowed Away" by B Rezell|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=znyunHoTfOI]] As the drugs infiltrate your system, you breathing slows down and every muscle in your body relaxes. The emotional turmoil within you evaporates, making way for existential pondering. The stillness of your body allows your mind to fire at another level. //''Look at how small and silly we are... Driven by primal impulses that are just remnants of our animal heritage.''// Your heightened perception alerts you to an unpleasant smell, it's revealed to be an old moldy sandwich on the passenger side floor mat. The nature of the mold promotes feelings of wonder to spark inside of you. The human race as a whole reveals itself to you as a singular force. Scurrying about our short, pointless little lives, ultimately just forwarding the unchanging agenda of our genetic programming. All the constructs of society, all the conventional values we've decided are important - it's all just an illusion. We fall in love because our body chemistry demands that we continue to propagate the species. To make more people, no matter what else happens, that is our purpose. The more people we make, the more resources we consume, and so the cycle continues. //''At our base level, we're the same as that mold. Why does it spread in such an unerring, unstoppable way? ... Do mold spores have love too? or is it something else? Something we could never fathom''// When the school bell rings in the distance, you break from your thoughts rather suddenly, finding that you've been staring at a moldy sandwich in astonishment. Quickly disposing of the sandwich, you start heading for home, a knowing smile faint on your lips. <<set $stoner = 1>>\ [[Head home|Friday : Night : Home]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/pizza.jpg" width="500" height="300"></center> Stepping into the pizza shop, you slap a five dollar bill down on the counter and patiently wait your turn in line. By the time you get up to the counter and pick up your order, it looks cold and dried out. You find a spot to sit down and begin to gnaw away at your lunch, much like a dog chewing on an old sneaker. <<if $high > 0>>\ As the pizza sits in your stomach, the meal helps to whittle away at your high. You are no longer under the effects of the drugs you've taken. <<set $high = 0>>\ <<print "Intoxication = 0">> <</if>>\ <<set $money = $money - 5>>\ <<print "Money -5">> [[Go to Class|Monday : Gym Class]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/pizza.jpg" width="500" height="300"></center> Stepping into the pizza shop, you slap a five dollar bill down on the counter and patiently wait your turn in line. By the time you get up to the counter and pick up your order, it looks cold and dried out. You find a spot to sit down and begin to gnaw away at your lunch, much like a dog chewing on an old sneaker. <<if $high > 0>>\ As the pizza sits in your stomach, the meal helps to whittle away at your high. You are no longer under the effects of the drugs you've taken. <<set $high = 0>>\ <<print "Intoxication = 0">> <</if>>\ <<set $money = $money - 5>>\ <<print "Money -5">> [[Go to Class|Tuesday : Gym Class]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/pizza.jpg" width="500" height="300"></center> Stepping into the pizza shop, you slap a five dollar bill down on the counter and patiently wait your turn in line. By the time you get up to the counter and pick up your order, it looks cold and dried out. You find a spot to sit down and begin to gnaw away at your lunch, much like a dog chewing on an old sneaker. <<if $high > 0>>\ As the pizza sits in your stomach, the meal helps to whittle away at your high. You are no longer under the effects of the drugs you've taken. <<set $high = 0>>\ <<print "Intoxication = 0">> <</if>>\ <<set $money = $money - 5>>\ <<print "Money -5">> [[Go to Class|Wednesday : Gym Class]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/pizza.jpg" width="500" height="300"></center> Stepping into the pizza shop, you slap a five dollar bill down on the counter and patiently wait your turn in line. By the time you get up to the counter and pick up your order, it looks cold and dried out. You find a spot to sit down and begin to gnaw away at your lunch, much like a dog chewing on an old sneaker. <<if $high > 0>>\ As the pizza sits in your stomach, the meal helps to whittle away at your high. You are no longer under the effects of the drugs you've taken. <<set $high = 0>>\ <<print "Intoxication = 0">> <</if>>\ <<set $money = $money - 5>>\ <<print "Money -5">> [[Go to Class|Thursday : Gym Class]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/pizza.jpg" width="500" height="300"></center> Stepping into the pizza shop, you slap a five dollar bill down on the counter and patiently wait your turn in line. By the time you get up to the counter and pick up your order, it looks cold and dried out. You find a spot to sit down and begin to gnaw away at your lunch, much like a dog chewing on an old sneaker. <<if $high > 0>>\ As the pizza sits in your stomach, the meal helps to whittle away at your high. You are no longer under the effects of the drugs you've taken. <<set $high = 0>>\ <<print "Intoxication = 0">> <</if>>\ <<set $money = $money - 5>>\ <<print "Money -5">> [[Go to Class|Friday : Gym Class]]

<<if $will != 40>>\ You walk toward the school in complete ease, feeling loose and determined. By the time you open the rear door, the bell is ringing out in the halls. //''Perfect timing''// You think, turning the corner and heading down the hallway leading to the gym. Just as you're nearing the change room, the coach bursts out of the door, prompting you to hide in the closest doorway. Soon the coach is moving on, his inspection of the room complete. Slowly peeking inside, you spot Will sitting on his bench, his head turned in the other direction. Pulling the hood over your head, you open the door and begin to stride into the room. <center><video width="500" height="300" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/willhoodie.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center> Some of the students stop dressing and turn to watch you warily. Not Will though, he's threatening one of the smaller kids, his attention diverted. You step methodically, your face obscured, cupping something in your hand. Just as Will is turning his head in your direction, you traverse the final distance as quick as possible, diving at Will's face. He's knocked over sideways on the bench, one of your hands clutching his throat and pinning him down. A wickedly sharpened pencil appears in your other hand, the point pressing precariously against Will's lower eyelid. ''"I don't give a fuck!"'' You husk out heavily. Will looks frozen in shock, except for his worried gaze, it falls directly onto the shiv. ''"I don't GIVE a fuck!"'' You shout, bringing your face close to Will's. Spittle flies from your lips like a madman, spattering his face with saliva. He flinches, shifting his gaze to look you directly in the eyes now. The expression on his face changes from fear to absolute horror. ''"I don't give a FUUUCK!!!"'' You roar, cocking your elbow at a vicious angle and clamping down on Will's throat as hard as you can. He squeezes his eyes shut tightly, wailing a high-pitched screech that echoes throughout the room. The point of your weapon only slightly penetrating Will's eyelid, his pathetic display gives you pause. He begins to blubber like a baby, murmuring unintelligible words, but you think you catch the word 'mama'. Slowly, you let go of Will, standing over him while he tries to collect himself. You linger there menacingly, waiting to see if you need to finish the job. He never makes a move to stand up, or even look you in the eyes for that matter. Boldly turning your back on Will, you begin to walk out of the room. //''Will lives... but the monster is slain. He might look big, but he's soft in the middle.''// As you walk out, you can tell that every set of eyes in the room is glued to you. Whenever you look at one of the other boys, they avert their gaze immediately. No doubt, word of this will spread quickly. You feel ten feet tall. <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<set $str = $str + 5>> <<print "Strength +5">> <<print "Masculinity + 5">> <<print "Dominance + 5">> <<set $thug = 1>> <</if>>\ <<if $will == 40>>\ You walk toward the school in a daze, feeling weak and afraid. The bell sounds very abruptly, startling you, which sends another shiver through your body like an electrical current. As you round the corner leading to the gym, you notice the coach walking into the change room. Holding your position and peeking around the corner, you wait for the coach to come back out. Soon enough, the coach leaves the room, followed by some of the other boys. There's too many people in the room, and you don't want to get caught during your dastardly deed. When you're convinced that enough people have left, you creep up to the door. Taking a quick look inside, you find the room totally empty. You consider that Will might have left before class ended. Something gets your attention though, you can hear water running in the distance. Tiptoeing through the doorway, you try to move as silently as possible on your way to investigate the showers. A cloud of vapor obscures your vision as you approach the only shower stall that appears to be in use. Producing a wickedly sharp pencil from your sleeve, the magnitude of your impending action begins to rattle your nerves. As you inch closer to the stall, reaching for the door, it flies open on it's own. <center>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/willshower.gif" height= "277" width="500"/>\ </center>\ An enormous form appears out of the ether, causing you to gasp loudly and take two steps backward. You hold your weapon in both hands, thrust out in front of you in a defensive posture. As the steam dissipates, bulbous muscles come into view, rivulets of water tracing the contours of chiseled abdominals. Following the water's downward path, you gaze falls on a massive, veined phallus. @@color:slateblue;''"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?"''@@ Booms Will's deep voice. You tremble in fear, looking up to see the shocked and angry expression on his face. @@color:slateblue;''"HUH!?"''@@ Your hands begin to shake violently, prompting Will to take a step toward you. //''no-no-no-no-no!''// You think in horror, taking a step backward, the grip on your weapon continuing to weaken. All of your limbs feel like jelly as Will continues to force you backward with his presence. When the washroom vanity finally blocks your retreat, Will snatches your wrist, roughly jerking your weapon arm into the air. ''"WAAAAAHHHH!"'' You wail, tears streaking your face. Seeing Will's angry scowl, you make a desperate effort to free you wrist, but he squeezes so tight that you drop the shiv. ''"I HATE YOU!!"'' You cry, collapsing forward, burying your face into his chest. Will seems to tense up nervously at your touch. Weeping loudly, your ineffectual fists pound against his rock hard pectoral muscles. Exhaustion takes you, transforming your fury into despondence. Looking up at Will in defeat, you don't see anger in his face, but confusion. Lingering there for a brief moment, with your eyes locked to his, the beat of his heart somehow soothes you. The change room door suddenly slams open loudly, rousing both of you from your trance with a start. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Yo Will, you spanking it in there, man?"''@@ His reaction is reflexive, putting you into a headlock and stuffing you into the shower stall. You squeal as the hot water pours down over your fully clothed body. Having left you in the shower, Will's voice echoes from down the hall. @@color:slateblue;''"See something you like, Powers?"''@@ The door slams again, leaving you alone, shivering on the floor of the shower despite the temperature of the water. A state of shock occurs, very similar to a car accident, where you don't know how much time has passed. Eventually, you wring some of the water out of your clothes and walk sullenly out of the room. Every step you take produces a squishing sound from your shoes, luckily, you don't run into anyone on the way to your car. Sitting in the driver's seat, soaking wet, your mind keeps replaying the events that just transpired. Every time you think of Will, the image of his hulking member haunts your mind. //''Am I... gay?''// You wonder, starting the engine and driving straight home. <<set $bitch = 1>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<set $sub = $sub + 5>>\ <<set $str = $str -5>> <<print "Strength -5">> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <<print "Submission +5">> <</if>> [[Head home|Friday : Night : Home]]

Thoughts of your recent encounter still play in your mind, but as you pull into your driveway, they get pushed to the back burner. You're starving! Walking into the kitchen, you spot a note on the counter from your mother. She will be away for the weekend on business, //''Big surprise...''// You think sarcastically. On the bright side, two twenties are sitting on the counter underneath the note, you quickly pocket the money. <<set $money = $money +40>> <<print "Money +40">> Opening a can of soup, you empty the contents into a bowl and pop it in the microwave. Settling into the couch with your dinner, you put your feet up on the table and flick through the channels on the television. "The Fresh Prince of Bel Air" is on, so you drop the remote and begin to eat. The phone on the table begins to ring, rudely interrupting your gourmet meal. You answer it with a small amount of irritation in your voice. You sigh into the phone, "Hello!?" @@color:pink;''"Hi K! It's Kate!"''@@ She says, the sound of music bumping in the background. You jerk in your seat, spilling some of the soup right into your lap ''"Shit! ... Sorry, I didn't mean you Kate, I just spilled something".'' She giggles in response, @@color:pink;''"Does the sound of my voice make you nervous, K? .... BOO!".''@@ You don't react this time, recovering well. ''"Well now that you mention it... The sound of your voice is kind of annoying".'' @@color:pink;''"Oh shut up you jerk! I guess I'm gonna have to uninvite you from my party tonight".''@@ She threatens. ''"Party? You're having a party?"'' You quickly reply. @@color:pink;''"Yeah, I have the house all to myself and it's gonna be awesome. Not that it matters, you're not gonna be there anyways"''@@ She snaps, with a vindictive tone in her voice. ''"Wait, WAIT! Come on Kate, you know I'm just playin', you have the voice of an angel that lives ten thousand miles beyond heaven"'' You plead. @@color:pink;''"hahaha you're such a cornball K, but you're forgiven... for now."''@@ She offers. <<if $katedom == 1>>\ ''"A cornball??? Hmmm... I'm not so sure now, I'm a busy man, I got shit to do, blondie"'' You reply. Kate begins to make breathy sounds into the phone in mock ecstasy, @@color:pink;''"Mmmmm K... I need you, K... I want you soooo bad Ohhhhhhh! UUUHHHHHHH!"''@@ Then begins to giggle. The growing mast in your pants vibrates like a tuning fork at the sound of her voice. ''"Alright, alright, you convinced me. How about I //MEAT// you there at nine?"'' @@color:pink;''"Ohhhh, I can't wait lover boy, heehee, see ya then!".''@@ -click- <</if>>\ <<if $katesub == 1>>\ ''"YES!"'' You shout and whoop into the phone. @@color:pink;''"Alright, calm down horn-dog... The action starts at nine, and try not to cum in your pants this time."''@@ -click- Your face reddens at the memory, but your cock begins to swell in your pants. <</if>>\ <<if $katedom == 0 && $katesub == 0>>\ ''"YES!"'' You shout and whoop into the phone. @@color:pink;''"Alright, calm down horn-dog... The action starts at nine, see you then".''@@ -click- <</if>>\ Putting the phone down, you tilt the bowl of soup to your lips, downing the rest of your liquid dinner in a few noisy slurps. <<set $high = 0>> <<print "Intoxication = 0">> [[Get ready|Friday : Night : Get ready]]

Leaving a trail of discarded clothes in your wake, you step into the shower to prepare for the night. The water is hot, but you gradually increase the heat as you tolerance allows. Scrubbing all of your most intimate parts most thoroughly, you hop out of the shower, clean as a whistle. After an intensive administration of "Cool Water" cologne to nearly every inch of your body, it's off to your room for an equally "Cool" outfit. Opening your closet, there aren't too many options, so you pick out the best clothes you can find. A flannel shirt, khaki pants and your FILA boots. <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/flannel.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/khakis.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/filas.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <<set $clothes = 3>> </center> After killing some time in front of the television, you <<if $weed > 2>>grab your weed sack, hoping to make some sales at the party and<</if>> climb into the car headed for Kate's place. [[Drive to Kate's|Friday : Party]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katehome.jpg" width="600" height="300"></center> It's a fairly short trip, winding through suburban streets that all seem to look alike. When you get in front of her house, it looks identical to every other house in the neighborhood; modest, but peppered with middle class prosperity. You don't have much trouble finding a parking spot considering that Kate's place is walking distance from the school, and everyone lives nearby. Locking up your car, the sound of bass gets louder as you near the front door. Rapping on the entrance repeatedly, you give up and just try the handle - it's open. The first thing that strikes you (literally) is a thick cloud of smoke, which you determine to be a mixture of weed and tobacco. It's a very inviting smell, reminding you of the great times you had at previous house parties. You sure could use a smoke right about now, and you know that Sam always kicks the night off properly. When Kate is hosting, you can always find him holed up in the basement, so that's your first stop. [[Basement|Party - 1 - Sam and Alan]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/kitchen.jpg" width="400" height="400"></center> The kitchen looks more like a bar, bottles of beer littering almost every exposed inch of counter space. The room is currently inhabited by a group of guys in a semi-circle, with Kate right in the center. From this angle, it looks like Kate is openly flirting with the boys, but they seem reluctant to make any advances toward her. //''Gino''// You think… She hasn’t spotted you yet. [[Approach Kate|Party - 1 - Kate]] <<back>>

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/livingroom.jpg" width="568" height="320"></center> As you get closer to the living room, the bass becomes a palpable sensation on your skin. Opening the door, you see the room full of people, a thick fog obscuring your view. The song blasting away has everyone swaying lazily from side to side. [["Funkdafied" by Da Brat|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=99JS6ym5FNE]] A quick scan of the room uncovers Jan standing in the corner with a glass of beer in her hand. Her updo hairstyle perfectly compliments the cocktail dress and heels that she's wearing. At the moment, she appears to be telling a funny story to the enraptured group of girls huddled around her. <<if $jandom > 0 or $jansub > 0>>\ [[Approach Jan|Party - 1 - Jan]] <</if>>\ <<if $jandom == 0 and $jansub == 0>>\ You're not interested in Jan. <</if>>\ <<back>>

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/backyard.jpg" width="600" height="400"></center> You're greeted by a breath of fresh air when you walk out into the backyard. It's very small, consisting of: A patch of grass, a single tree, and a pair of pink panties hanging from a sagging clothes line. A form in camouflage clothing leans up against the tree, his back to you - it's obviously Gary. [[Approach Gary|Party - 1 - Gary]] <<back>>

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bathroom.jpg" width="466" height="350"></center> The bathroom is simple and sparse in appearance. It’s currently vacant, but you have no need to relieve yourself at the moment so you return to the party. <<back>>

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/livingroom.jpg" width="568" height="320"></center> Working your way through the crowd, you come to settle near Jan. She spots you quickly, but ignores you, continuing her story. Apparently, someone you don’t know, cheated on someone else you don’t know, and this is huge news to the girls listening. You tune out the conversation, taking a look around the room while shimmying your shoulders to the beat of the music. After some time, Jan gets your attention rather briskly. <<if $jansub == 1>>\ @@color:crimson;''“Hey hot-lips!“''@@ She says, jingling her glass in front of your face, @@color:crimson;''“I could use a refill”''@@. Staring at her for a moment, your encounter with Jan in the bathroom stall resurfaces in your mind. The humiliation returns, but the other girls don’t seem to react to Jan’s comment. //''She hasn’t told them about it… yet''//. Jan seems to read your mind, a smile curling the side of her lip. Her eyes locked to yours, she jingles her glass around again. <</if>>\ <<if $jandom == 1>>\ @@color:crimson;''"Hey Romeo,"''@@ She says, jingling her glass toward you, @@color:crimson;''"How about a refill?"''@@ She asks, smiling at your widely. This is the perfect opportunity to continue your chivalrous approach with Jan. <</if>>\ [[Obey Jan|Party - 1 - Jan Obey]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/kitchen.jpg" width="400" height="400"></center> Wiggling through the ring of horny boys, you walk up to Kate with a broad smile on your face. She's wearing a black halter top and tights, with exotic eye makeup that makes her look stunning. @@color:pink;''"KAAYY!!"''@@ She cheers, jumping on you and hanging from your neck, her legs curled up behind her. ''"Oh, hi Ka-"'' She cuts you off with a sloppy, alcohol flavored kiss that partially misses your mouth. While you turn to look at the crowd around you, Kate proceeds to peck at your neck with cute little kisses. The other guys eye each other, muttering comments that you don't quite hear. It's not long before they're filing out of the room, some laughing, and others throwing forlorn glances at Kate. The one word you were able to catch was, "Gino". Giving Kate a quick squeeze, you bend down, hoping she releases your neck. ''"It's good to see you too, hehe"'' you chuckle. Sure enough, Kate dismounts, her footing seeming somewhat unsure on wobbly legs. @@color:pink;''"I'm so glad you're here, K"''@@ She slurs. Pressing her body against you closely, she leans in to whisper something in your ear, @@color:pink;''"I have a secret"''@@. Her breath tickles your ear, and her suggestive tone tickles your loins. //''Don't forget about Gino''// You remind yourself. Just then, Kate hungrily grips your cock through your khakis, tugging on it insistently. <<if $katesub == 1>>\ The last time this happened, Kate made you cream your pants in the school bathroom stall. You're flooded with excitement and anxiety at the prospect of a repeat performance. Quickly deciding against the idea of cumming in your pants, you try and edge yourself out of Kate's reach. Instead, she pushes you backward until you're trapped against the kitchen counter. ''"Kate..."'' You breathe, grabbing her wrist to stop the stimulation. She begins to jerk your dick as hard as she can, overpowering your sexually enfeebled arm. When her tongue presses into your ear, all your resistances fade away, resigning yourself to being lewdly milked. The kitchen door bangs open, causing Kate to release you quickly and address the guest. @@color:pink;''"Cal! I'm glad you made it!"''@@ She says, proceeding to give him a big hug. @@color:pink;''"Did you find the keg? Come on, let me get you a drink"''@@. With that, she escorts him out of the room. Your mind is still racing, your cock still throbbing, but luckily, you didn't go off half-cocked this time. Spotting Kate's beer on the table, you guzzle it down quickly to settle your nerves a bit. //''Didn't she say something about a secret?''// Adding the bottle to the collection on the counter, you head out of the kitchen. <<set $katesub = $katesub + 1>>\ <<set $high = $high + 25>>\ <<if $masc > 0>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<set $sub = $sub + 5>> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <<print "Submission +5">> <<print "Intoxication +25">> <</if>> <<else>>\ The stimulation disrupts your thought process, Kate's passion overriding your better judgement. After a quick look around, you firmly grab her plush ass and begin sliding a hand up her shirt. Kate's reaction is a giddy laugh, like she is being tickled and aroused at the same time. Pushing her back against the counter, your hand smoothly glides under her bra, squeezing her breast tightly. Excitement flashes in her eyes, clearly due to the danger of being groped this publicly. Her mouth opens in ecstasy as your fingers gently twist her nipple, prompting you to savagely kiss her. @@color:pink;''"MMMhhh"''@@ She hums, pushing her pelvis against yours, seemingly giving herself to you. Breaking off the kiss abruptly, you spin her around and push your hard cock against her pillowy backside. @@color:pink;''"Ooooh you're being baaaad, heeheehee"''@@ She giggles. ''"Fuuuuck yeaaaah"'' You drawl, grinding up against her ass forcefully and really indulging yourself now. Kate responds by firmly thrusting her ass backward into you, @@color:pink;''"Fuck me, K! Fuck me right here, like an ANIMAL!"''@@. She begs. You grab her hips roughly and slam against her as hard as you can. @@color:pink;''"Yes!"''@@ She cries. You ram her again, producing a dull clap as her ass wobbles comically from the impact. @@color:pink;''"YEEES!"''@@ She moans in need. Grabbing her hair with one hand, you yank her tights down, freeing her gravity-defying bubble butt. She gasps in both shock and anticipation, her body beginning to tremble. You're taken aback for a moment, gazing at her glistening flower and feeling its heat as Kate waits for you to take her. The kitchen door slams open suddenly, causing you to dart between Kate and the door to block her nudity. She yanks her tights up and turns to address the guest, completely unfettered. @@color:pink;''"Cal! I'm glad you made it!"''@@ She says, proceeding to give him a big hug. @@color:pink;''"Did you find the keg? Come on, let me get you a drink"''@@. With that, she escorts him out of the room, flashing you a hungry look in parting. Your mind is still racing, your cock still throbbing, and you're more anxious than ever to get into Kate's pants. Spotting her beer on the table, you guzzle it down quickly to settle your nerves a bit. //''Didn't she say something about a secret?''// Adding the bottle to the collection on the counter, you head out of the kitchen. <<set $katedom = $katedom + 1>>\ <<set $high = $high + 25>> <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>> <<print "Masculinity +5">> <<print "Dominance +5">> <<print "Intoxication +25">> <</if>> <</if>>\ [[Next|Party - 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/backyard.jpg" width="600" height="400"></center> You walk towards Gary, curious as to what he's doing out here all alone. Drawing nearer, Gary senses your approach and looks over his shoulder at you. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Can I get some privacy, dog? Damn..."''@@. It becomes disgustingly evident that Gary is urinating beside the tree. ''"What the fuck you doing man? Ever heard of a bathroom?"'' You ask. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"It feels better to piss outside, K. Hands free, marking my territory like a bear in the woods."''@@ He says, sighing in relief. ''"You're an asshole Gary, you know that?"'' You say, shaking your head in disapproval. Gary's response is to spin around, aiming his stream of urine in your direction. ''"Fuck!"'' You shout, quickly backing out of his range. This elicits a drunken laugh from Gary, who turns his back to you once again. //''It's not worth it, don't let him get to you.''// You think, climbing the few steps that lead to the door. On the small porch, you spot a nearly empty bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey. Snatching it up, you quickly swallow the contents, both increasing your level of intoxication, and robbing Gary of his piss fuel. With a smile on your face, you toss the bottle onto the grass and walk back to the party. <<set $high = $high + 25>> <<print "Intoxication +25">> [[Next|Party - 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/basement.jpg" width="600" height="300"></center> Walking down the unusually steep stairs, the room comes into view. A very simple design with an 'L' Shaped couch that faces a crt television set. Looking closer, you notice Sam and Alan on the couch playing "Killer Instinct" on a super nintendo console. Sam turns to see who's approaching. @@color:green;''"K! What's going on, playa?"''@@. Alan capitalizes on the distraction by defeating him in the game. @@color:cyan;''"Hahahaha! BOOM, Bitch!"''@@. He celebrates, raising a joint o his lips. @@color:green;''"Pfft, yeah laugh it up, trick... That's the only way you can beat me anyways, when I'm idle hahaha"''@@. Sam retorts, making room on the couch for you to sit between the two boys. ''"Yo, you clowns know there's a party going on upstairs, right? Don't tell me you'd rather play video games than get some pussy..."'' You smile, taking the joint from Alan and hitting it hard. @@color:green;''"Patience young grasshopper, the pussy has to marinate a little bit before you can stir it up proper".''@@ He chuckles, taking the joint from you and dropping the controller in your lap, @@color:green;''"You're up K"''@@. <<if $int >= 60>>\ Picking up the controller, you scroll through the available characters and quickly settle on Orchid, the only one you actually know how to use. Alan waits for you to pick first, then selects Sabrewulf with a grin. From the onset of the match, you begin to throw fireballs, knowing that Orchid has the ranged advantage. Alan seems to not realize this, attepting to counter you by throwing bats, but he's too slow. Eventually, Alan is below half health and rushes at you recklessly. Executing a well timed triple combo, you're able to active Orchid's finishing move. <center><video width="500" height="300" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/sabrewulf.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center> ''"OHHHHHH SHIT!"'' You yell, standing up, lifting your shirt and forcefully pushing your navel into Alan's face. @@color:green;''"BAHAHAHAHA!"''@@ Roars Sam with laughter, @@color:green;''"You're GARBAGE, son, hahahaha!"''@@. ''"That's exactly what would happen the first time Al saw a pair of tits, hehehe"'' You joke. Alan shoves you away, @@color:cyan;''"Yo, get the fuck off!"''@@. In a huff, he begins to hand his controller to Sam, but you stop him. ''"Nah, it's cool,"'' You say, passing your own controller to Sam and standing up. ''"I'm gonna go beat up some pussy, and I don't mean you, Al"''. He gives you the finger without taking his eyes off the screen. Sam gives you a quick fist bump and passes what's left of the joint to Alan. Walking back up the steps, you return to the party. <<set $alan = $alan + 5>>\ <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc = $masc +5>>\ <<set $dom = $dom +5>>\ <<set $high = $high +25>> <<print "Masculinity +5">> <<print "Dominance +5">> <<print "Intoxication +25">> <</if>> [[Next|Party - 1.5]] <</if>>\ <<if $int < 60>>\ Picking up the controller, you scroll through the available characters and quickly settle on Orchid, the only one you actually know how to use. Alan waits for you to pick first, then selects Riptor with a grin. From the onset of the match, you begin to throw fireballs, knowing that Orchid has the ranged advantage. Well aware of that fact, Alan times a perfect jump and batters you with a heavy combo. Jumping back and resetting for another fireball, you're once again hit with the exact same counter. Without managing to land even a single blow on Alan, your character now sways side to side, awaiting a finishing move - and Alan delivers. <center><video width="500" height="300" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/riptor.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center> @@color:cyan;''"OHHHHHH SHIT!"''@@ Yells Alan, standing up and humping the side of your head in victory @@color:cyan;''"UH! UH! UHHHHH!! hahahaha! You got ATE bitch!"''@@. <<if $bitch == 1>>\ You feel weakness and arousal as Alan's semi-erect cock bounces off your cheek. More than one unnecessary prod lands flush before you react. <</if>>\ ''"Yo, what the fuck man!"'' You shout, shoving Alan away by his hips. Sam just stares on in silence, making you feel even more embarrassed. You stand up angrily and throw the controller on the couch before stomping back up the stairs. <<set $alan = $alan - 5>>\ <<set $high = $high + 25>>\ <<if $masc > 0>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<set $sub = $sub +5>> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <<print "Submission +5">> <</if>>\ <<print "Intoxication +25">> [[Next|Party - 1.5]] <</if>>\

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/livingroom.jpg" width="568" height="320"></center> <<if $jansub == 1>>\ The fear of having Jan expose you sends a chill through your body. Averting your eyes from her gaze, you meekly take the glass from her hand and begin to walk through the crowd. Passing by the speakers to reach the beer keg, you're battered by sound waves and more than one elbow in your ribs. Slowly filling up her glass, thoughts of Jan's naked body play in your mind. You're awoken by a cold sensation on your hand, as beer overflows the glass. Quickly sipping off the top of the beverage, you balance it carefully as you return to Jan. Once again, Jan is entertaining the girls with her words and hand gestures. Upon seeing your return, she snatches the drink from your hand and waves you away in irritation. You sigh heavily, walking back to the keg and fetching a drink of your own. Draining the mug quickly, you back out of the living room to consider your next move. <<set $jansub = $jansub + 1>>\ <<set $high = $high + 25>>\ <<if $masc > 0>>\ <<set $masc = $masc -5>>\ <<set $sub = $sub +5>> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <<print "Submission +5">> <<print "Intoxication +25">> <</if>> <</if>>\ <<if $jandom == 1>>\ The prospect of furthering your relationship with Jan results in a flourish of your arm. Bowing slightly, you gently take the glass from her hand. Passing by the speakers to reach the beer keg, you're battered by sound waves and more than one elbow in your ribs. Slowly filling up her glass, thoughts of Jan's naked body play in your mind. You're startled by a cold sensation on your hand, as beer overflows from the glass. Quickly sipping off the top of the beverage, you balance it carefully as you return to Jan. Once again, Jan is entertaining the girls with her words and hand gestures. Upon seeing your return, she throws you a satisfied smile as she accepts the beverage. @@color:crimson;''"Thanks"''@@ She says with a wink, before turning back to chat with the girls. Your work done for the moment, you return to the keg to draw out a celebratory drink for yourself. Draining the mug quickly, you back out of the living room to consider your next move. <<set $jandom = $jandom + 1>>\ <<set $high = $high + 25>> <<print "Intoxication +25">> <</if>>\ [[Next|Party - 2]]

<<if $weed >= 10>>\ While making your way through the house, several people approach you looking for weed. You break out at least ten dime bags and make a hundred bucks. //''Shit, I knew there was a reason I brought this sack''// <<set $weed = $weed - 10>>\ <<set $money = $money + 100>> <<print "Weed -10">> <<print "Money +100">> <</if>>\ You smile as a pleasant heat fills you, the substance in your body beginning to take effect. Completing a full trip around the house, you decide to check out the: [[Living Room|Friday : Party - 2 : Living Room]] [[Kitchen|Friday : Party - 2 : Kitchen]] [[Bathroom|Friday : Party - 2 : Bathroom]] [[Back Yard|Friday : Party - 2 : Back Yard]] [[Basement|Friday : Party - 2 : Basement]]

<center><big>__''Body''__</big></center> <<if $body == 3>>\ You are a young man of European descent, about 5'8" tall, 145 lbs, with a light brown mop of chin length hair and hazel green eyes. Your body is slim and fit, kind of like a swimmer's build, but without much definition. Your cock sits at a respectable 6" long, with a decent girth and average sized balls. <</if>>\ <<if $body == 2>>\ You are a feminine boy of European descent, about 5'4" tall, 120 lbs, with a light brown mop of shoulder length hair and hazel green eyes. Your body is lithe and sleek, almost completely lacking any muscle definition. Your small dick is only 3" long, and about as wide as your thumb. It's matched very well by the tiny little balls clinging to its base. <</if>>\ <<if $body == 4>>\ You are a masculine guy of European descent, about 6' tall, 195 lbs, with dark brown hair and hazel green eyes. Your body is large and powerful, impressively build with proportinal muscle mass. Your cock is at least 8" long, with a fat, bulging girth. It's flanked by a large st of balls, hanging low in their ample sack. <</if>>\ <center>\ <<if $body == 3 && $picsgay != 1>>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bodydefault.jpg" width="500" height="566"> <</if>>\ <<if $body == 3 && $picsgay == 1>>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bodydefaultgay.jpg" width="500" height="750"> <</if>>\ <<if $body == 2 && $picsgay != 1>>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bodybeta.jpg" width="438" height="601"> <</if>>\ <<if $body == 2 && $picsgay == 1>>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bodybetagay.jpg" width="438" height="720"> <</if>>\ <<if $body == 4 && $picsgay != 1>>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bodyalpha.jpg" width="500" height="500"> <</if>>\ <<if $body == 4 && $picsgay == 1>>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bodyalphagay.jpg" width="500" height="664"> <</if>>\ </center> <center><big>__''Clothes''__</big></center> <<if $clothes == 0>>\ You are wearing: Nothing... <</if>>\ <<if $clothes == 1>>\ You are wearing: Camoflauge bandana, Black hoodie, Major Damage jeans and Air Jordans. <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/camobandana.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/hoodie.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jeans.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jordans.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <<set $clothes = 1>>\ </center>\ <</if>>\ <<if $clothes == 2>>\ You are wearing: Tank top and Sweatpants <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/tanktop.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/sweatpants.jpg" width="220" height="220"></center> <</if>>\ <<if $clothes == 3>>\ You are wearing: A flannel shirt, khaki pants and your FILA boots. <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/flannel.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/khakis.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/filas.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <<set $clothes = 3>> </center><</if>>\ <<if $clothes == 4>>\ You are wearing: A green ballerina dress, green leggings and a green hairband with a bow on it. <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/greenballerina.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/greenleggings.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/greenhairband.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <<set $clothes = 4>> </center><</if>>\ <<if $clothes == 5>>\ You are wearing: A silken white gown, and a flower hair clip. <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/gown.jpg" width="252" height="341"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/flowerclip.jpg" width="341" height="341"> <<set $clothes = 5>> </center><</if>>\ <<if $clothes == 6>>\ You are wearing: A leather loin cloth, and a studded leather headband. <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/loincloth.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/headband.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <<set $clothes = 6>> </center><</if>>\ <<back>>

<img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/sam1.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ You met Sam early last year around a burning session and you quickly took to each other based on weed, taste in music, .... , yeah, mostly weed. He's west indian and incredibly vain about his appearance. Standing a few inches taller than you and a dozen or so pounds heavier, he fits well into his stylish clothing. <<back>>

<body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ivan1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ You and Ivan were in drama class together last year, and your shared love of monty python and roleplaying games quickly made you great friends. Originally from Russia, he's a bit shorter and skinnier than you, with a short, blonde haircut and pale blue eyes. There's nothing remarkable about his choice of dress, a simple pair of blue jeans and a dress shirt. </body> <<back>>

<body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/gary1.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Gary is a year older than you but exactly the same height, fully clad in camouflage gear and army style boots. People always remark that you look alike (you don't see it). Although you're the same height, his stocky, barrel-chested physique puts him at about 200 lbs. His dark eyes, high and tight style buzz-cut and rounded off facial structure betray his latino heritage. </body> <<back>>

<body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/will1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Will is the asshole jock who likes to bully people smaller than him. This includes almost everyone, considering that he's basically a mountain of muscle. </body>\ <<back>>

<body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/kate1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Oh yes, Kate, she's been a lot of fun to be around all year. She doesn't have a slutty reputation, but she does party hard, and indulges in smoke and drink to a level that rivals any of the guys in your company. While a few inches shorter than you, you're about the same weight, but she has fat deposits in all the right places. She's a natural blonde, but she chooses to dye her shoulder-length hair black in order to pull off the leather jacket and stud nose ring that she sports proudly. Everyone knows she's blonde (her roots give it away), and she's often the butt of blonde jokes despite her attempts to mask it. </body> <<back>>

<body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jan1.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Jan is a classical Italian beauty, with dark eyes and short dark hair framing a delicate but slightly angular face. Her body is perfectly proportioned, as if she stepped right out of an oil painting from the renaissance. Most impressively, her waist is almost impossible, and her poise is beyond reproach. The words elegant, graceful and demure spring to mind... </body> <<back>>

<body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/amy1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Amy is a gorgeous Asian girl, dressed very conservatively and wearing stylish, large-framed glasses. What is it about Asians? The delicate build? or just the contrast of very dark hair and eyes on incredibly pale skin? You don't know art, but you know what you like... You've definitely got that Asian fever. </body> <<back>>

<body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonnie1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Bonnie is a plucky, pigtailed redhead with a slightly chipped front tooth. You would think her a cheerleader the way she hops around gleefully, bouncing her ample bosom with every step and whooping with excitement. There's nothing wrong with having a sunny disposition, even if she's a little bit dim witted. </body> <<back>>

<body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/mickey1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Mickey is several inches taller than you and Gary, with a shaved head and an overgrown goatee. He's wearing a stained wife-beater, and a pair of baggy cargo shorts. You would guess that he's Irish, with his brown hair, blue eyes, and lanky build. </body> <<back>>

<body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/alan.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Alan is east Indian, dark hair and eyes, and with a similar build to Sam. His one distinguishing feature is a huge set of lips, which made him the local beat-boxing champion, but also earned him the unenviable nickname "Congo". </body> <<back>>

<body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/fats1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Everyone knows Fats, he goes to your school (when he feels like it) and he always has weed for sale. The nickname is well deserved, as he's a few inches taller than you, but weighs at least 300 pounds. He's kind of a rocker with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tight leather jacket that he always wears. </body> <<back>>

<body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/michelle.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Michelle is a little Italian princess with a big mouth, and she has the most annoying, screeching voice you've ever heard (It sounds a lot like your alarm clock). If that isn't bad enough, she's very loud and always trying desperately to be the center of attention. </body> <<back>>

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/livingroom.jpg" width="568" height="320"></center> As you get closer to the living room, the bass becomes a palpable sensation on your skin. Opening the door, you see the room full of people, a thick fog obscuring your view. The song blasting away has everyone swaying lazily from side to side. [["No Diggidy" by Blackstreet|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3KL9mRus19o]] Your eyes are immediately drawn to Jan lounging on one of the couches. She appears to be scolding someone, her finger waggling at him menacingly. <<if $jandom > 0 or $jansub > 0>>\ [[Approach Jan|Party - 2 - Jan]] <</if>>\ <<if $jandom == 0 and $jansub == 0>>\ You're not interested in Jan. <</if>>\ <<back>>

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/kitchen.jpg" width="400" height="400"></center> The kitchen looks more like a bar, bottles of beer littering almost every exposed inch of counter space. A few people come in and out, chatting and grabbing drinks. There seems to be nothing interesting happening in the kitchen right now, so you head back out. <<back>>

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bathroom.jpg" width="466" height="350"></center> The bathroom is simple and sparse in appearance. Kate is standing by the sink, her back to you, chatting up a tiny girl decked out in all black. [[Greet Kate|Party - 2 - Kate]] <<back>>

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/backyard.jpg" width="600" height="400"></center> You're greeted by a breath of fresh air when you walk out into the backyard. It's very small, consisting of: A patch of grass, a single tree, and a pair of pink panties hanging from a sagging clothes line. Ironically, Gary's camouflage helps you identify him immediately. He's leaning up against the tree, but from behind, it's hard to determine exactly what he's doing. His arm seems to be moving back and forth, making a squishy sound with every stroke. [[Sneak up on Gary|Friday : Party - 2 : Gary]] <<back>>

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/basement.jpg" width="600" height="300"></center> Walking down the unusually steep stairs, the room comes into view. A very simple design with an 'L' Shaped couch that faces a crt television set. You see Sam and Alan struggling on the couch, the videogame on the screen showing a score of 10-0 for Sam. Alan's cries are muffled, his head below the level of couch and out of your view. //''He must have Alan in a headlock... sigh, these fucking guys are always fighting''// You think. With no interest of getting involved, or separating them for the hundreth time, you decide to head back up the stairs in search of greener pastures. <<back>>

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/livingroom.jpg" width="568" height="320"></center> Working your way through the crowd, you get close enough to hear Jan insulting a drunk guy. @@color:crimson;''"And besides, you couldn't get it up even if you DID know where to stick it!"''@@. The boy gapes at Jan; slack jawed, he slowly turns around and walks away to nurse his damaged confidence. <<if $jansub > 0>>\ She spots you - @@color:crimson;''“Kevin! Get your ass over here!“''@@ She orders. The look in her eyes makes it clear that she won't take no for an answer. Jan is never even-tempered, but that dude really stirred up the hornet's nest, and now it's your job to placate her. @@color:crimson;''"My feet hurt, you see that end table over there? Go and fetch it for me"''@@. Following her finger, you see the end table she's indicating, but it's on the other side of the room. Turning back to face Jan, you open your mouth to speak, but she beats you to the punch. @@color:crimson;''"That's a good boy..."''@@ She finishes, making the decision for you. Swallowing your pride, you squeeze your way through the crowd, finding the end table is covered with beer bottles. Carefully removing everything from the table, you begin to drag it across the floor, trying to make your way back over to Jan. It's incredibly aggravating to everyone trying to dance, as you slam into every single person on your way back. More than one drink is hurled at you, and at least a dozen colorful insults you've never heard before. Just as you're breaking through the crowd on Jan's side, the table drags over a guy's foot. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Watch it, bitch!"''@@ He shouts, smacking you in the back of the head. The blow bends you in half, sending you tumbling forward, now almost nose-to-nose with Jan. Your face is all flushed red with embarrassment, and your bottom lip trembles. Jan's half-lidded eyes look predatory, and her hint of a smile conveys mocking amusement. She raises her feet into the air, clearly awaiting your shifting of the table beneath them. You comply without hesitation, but Jan doesn't lower her feet, instead wiggling an elegant heel in front of your face. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><video width="490" height="367" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/janfeet.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>> Kneeling down for better access, you very slowly and gently begin to slip off Jan's shoe. When her stockinged foot comes into view, you pause, admiring it's perfect feminine shape. The foot is torn away from you quickly, replaced by the other shoe, tapping in the air insistently. In full compliance, you begin to work on Jan's other shoe, savoring the experience to the fullest. Her foot emerges from the shoe, this time lingering in front of your face. It extends and rotates before your eyes, displaying every curvaceous angle and contour. Jan's foot glides toward you and contacts your face gently, her silky toes tracing their way down your forehead with a flowery aroma. Suddenly, it shoves you backward onto your butt, leaving you yearning for her scent. Jan pops her feet on the table gingerly, seeming content now, she waves you away in a very aristocratic manner. Slowly rising back to your feet, you notice the people in your immediate vicinity snickering and whispering at your submissive display. You quickly meld in with the crowd, the smoke and clamor of the room covering your retreat. <<set $jansub = $jansub + 1>>\ <<set $high = $high + 25>>\ <<if $masc > 0>>\ <<set $masc = $masc -5>>\ <<set $sub = $sub +5>> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <<print "Submission +5">> <<print "Intoxication +25">> <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<if $jandom > 0>>\ She spots you - @@color:crimson;''“Kevin!“''@@ She calls, waving you over. The look in her eyes makes it clear that she won't take no for an answer. Jan is never even-tempered, but that dude really stirred up the hornet's nest, and now it's your job to placate her. @@color:crimson;''"My feet hurt,"''@@ She pouts @@color:crimson;''"Can you get me that end table over there, honey?"''@@. Following her gaze, you see the end table she's indicating, but it's on the other side of the room. Grinning broadly, you give Jan a quick nod and a wink before working your way into the crowd. You arrive at the end table and find it's covered with beer bottles. Carefully removing everything from the table, you hoist it up over your head, avoiding any hanging light fixtures. People dancing in the room look annoyed at first, but they find it amusing when you beging to wiggle your hips to the beat. It's smooth sailing as you sway back through the crowd, plonking the table down in front of Jan. She beams a smile at your attentiveness, whooping when you kneel down and raise one of her legs by the ankle. You give Jan a suave look while slipping off her shoe, your other hand brazenly sliding up her calf. Jan purrs like a kitten as you stroke her firm, stocking clad leg, extending it out for you seductively. Gently raising her other leg, you remove the shoe and place both her feet on the table. Jan's half-lidded eyes study you, the smile on her face oozing pleasure. You run your hands up her legs, over her knees and resting on her thighs, your face close to hers now. She turns her head and thrusts a cheek in your direction, waiting expectantly. Satisfied with your progress, you slowly lean in and give her the sweetest kiss on the cheek you can manage. @@color:crimson;''"Thanks, K. Now get out of here before you embarrass yourself"''@@ She giggles, still eyeing you seductively. You decide against responding, instead, you stand up straight and nod at her confidently before turning away. Noticing the people in your immediate vicinity snickering and whispering just makes you smile. The smoke and clamor of the room covers your escape. <<set $jandom = $jandom + 1>>\ <<set $high = $high + 25>> <<print "Intoxication +25">> <</if>>\ [[Next|Friday : Party - 3]]

<<if $weed >= 10>>\ While making your way through the house, several people approach you looking for weed. You break out at least ten dime bags and make a hundred bucks. //''Hahaha, easiest money I ever made!''// <<set $weed = $weed - 10>>\ <<set $money = $money + 100>> <<print "Weed -10">> <<print "Money +100">> <</if>>\ Things have started to get very hazy now, the various substances in your body impairing your cognitive functions. Wobbling around with a stupid grin on your face, you go to the: [[Living Room|Friday : Party - 3 : Living Room]] [[Kitchen|Friday : Party - 3 : Kitchen]] [[Bathroom|Friday : Party - 3 : Bathroom]] [[Back Yard|Friday : Party - 3 : Back Yard]] [[Basement|Friday : Party - 3 : Basement]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bathroom.jpg" width="466" height="350"></center> ''"Hey Kate, am I interrupting something?"'' You ask. @@color:pink;''"K! No, it's cool... um, this is Leslie"''@@ She replies. <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/leslie.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ The girl turns to face you, the top half of her face obscured by a black cap worn very low. ''"Oh, wassup Leslie, I'm K"'' You offer, extending a hand to her. She looks you up and down briefly, not saying a word, then turns back to Kate. </body>\ <<if $katesub == 0 && $katedom == 0>>\ You stand there for a few awkward moments before it's clear that you ARE in fact interrupting. With a nod and a smile, you let yourself out of the room. With little other option, you decide this would be a good time for a visit to the keg. With the beer tucked away in your stomach, you wander around the party aimlessly for a while, enjoying your buzz. <<set $high = $high + 25>> <<print "Intoxication +25">> [[Next|Friday : Party - 3]] <</if>>\ <<if $katesub > 0>>\ @@color:pink;''"We'll talk about this later, ok Les?"''@@ The girl nods in response, turning back to the door, obviously waiting for you to move. You back up against the wall and make room for her to squeeze through. The distinct smell of lilac wafts off her body as she passes by and exits the bathroom. Kate walks up to you slowly, her body pushing against yours as she reaches behind you to locks the bathroom door. @@color:pink;''"Kiss me, K"''@@ she whispers, her mouth opening slightly and drawing closer to yours. When you close the distance to meet her lips, she pulls back. @@color:pink;''"Ah-ah-ah, not that kind of a kiss"''@@ She teases, leaning over the counter and slowly pulling her tights down. Your eyes open wide at the sight of her voluptuous ass, but you're on your knees behind her in an instant. Kate sighs as you begin to knead her pillowy ass, spreading her open to examine her womanly parts more closely. Her pussy has definitely seen some use, but it's flushed red, splayed appearance makes your mouth water. Gently pressing your lips against hers, she jerks a bit at the contact. Pulling your lips back, a strand of fluid stretches out, connecting the two of you. Her taste is even more amazing than her scent, prompting you to kiss her again, deeper this time. Your lips wrap around her clitoris and the suction of your kiss pulls it outward as you back away again producing a lewd slurp. Kate moans with pleasure, reaching back to grip the top of your head, pushing you back in forcefully. Having no choice but to comply, your nose dives deeply into her pussy while you suckle at her clit. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katepartylick.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ @@color:pink;''"Oh, fuck yeah! Suck my little punni, K"''@@ she begs, bucking her plump ass against your face. All you can do is squeeze her butt with both hands as she makes use of your mouth. Someone starts knocking on the door urgently. @@color:pink;''"Omigod-omigod-omigod! Hurry, K, Hurry!"''@@ She whines urgently, gyrating her ass rapidly and pushing you deep. Shaking your head vigorously, you suck on her clit as hard as you can. The door shakes as a huge thud is heard, someone is trying to break the door down. @@color:pink;''"FUCK!"''@@ Cries Kate, butt-checking you backward and yanking up her tights. She unlocks the door and opens it quickly, @@color:pink;''"WHAT THE F-"''@@ is all she manages to get out before she's knocked out of the way. A green-faced guy barrels into the room past Kate, tripping over your legs and landing head first into the toilet. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"BLLLAAAAAAAAAARRGGHHH!!"''@@ The sound of a chunky liquid cascading into the toilet is immediately followed by a horrific stench. @@color:pink;''"ACK!"''@@ Kate retches, darting out of the bathroom to escape the smell. You scramble onto all fours, skittering out of the room quickly and slamming the door behind you. Kate seems to have disappeared, so you grab yourself a drink, determined to wash that smell out of your memory. With the beer tucked away in your stomach, you wander around the party aimlessly for a while, enjoying your buzz. <<set $katesub = $katesub + 1>>\ <<set $high = $high + 25>>\ <<if $masc > 0>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<set $sub = $sub + 5>> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <<print "Submission +5">> <</if>>\ <<print "Intoxication +25">> [[Next|Friday : Party - 3]] <</if>>\ <<if $katedom > 0>>\ @@color:pink;''"We'll talk about this later, ok Les?"''@@ The girl nods in response, turning back to the door, obviously waiting for you to move. You back up against the wall and make room for her to squeeze through. The distinct smell of lilac wafts off her body as she passes by and exits the bathroom. You lock the door behind her, throwing Kate a greedy smile. She looks at you skeptically for a moment, one of her eyebrows arched quizzically. It's soon joined by her other eyebrow when you begin to unzip your pants. Reaching into the hole in your zipper, you yank out your hog, letting it lewdly hang in Kate's presence. She pauses, then giggles and throws herself into your arms, one hand firmly gripping your cock and jerking it roughly. Grabbing the back of her hair, you push your tongue in her mouth as deep as you can. Kate is having trouble kissing you back with your tongue fully extended in her mouth. You begin to push your tongue in and out, causing her to suck on it in response. Kate begins to bob her head in sucking your tongue, flagrantly yanking your stiff dick. You pull Kate's head away and force her down to her knees, your swollen member resting against the side of her face. She glares up at you, looking slightly offended by your attempt to subjugate her in this fashion. A wry smile curls her lip as she firmly squeezes the base of your shaft. The blood trapped in your dick causes it to swell and harden further, pushing a blob of precum out of the urethra and down the back of your shaft. Kate's tongue wraps itself around your pole like a serpent, scooping up your juices and working her way up to the head. She looks you right in the eyes, opens her mouth, and sinks down on your cock. Her eyes melt shut the instant her lips close tightly around your gland. @@color:pink;''"Mmmmmmm"''@@ She hums, gliding back up to the tip. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><video width="380" height="560" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katewrblow.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ ''"Ohhhhh, baby"'' You breathe, bringing your hand up to stroke her cheek affectionately. Kate looks up at you submissively, pumping your shaft and sucking on the tip of your dick like a straw. Someone starts knocking on the door urgently. Kate's eyes open wide in shock, her motion ceasing abruptly. ''"No! Don't stop, Kate"'' You plead, pushing your dick deep into her mouth. @@color:pink;''"-glug-"''@@ Is the only sound she can manage with your cock pushing against the entrance to her throat. The door shakes as a huge thud is heard, someone is trying to break the door down. Slapping your thighs hard, Kate pulls her mouth off your dick with a wet pop and stands up. ''"FUCK!"'' You curse, putting away your piece and turning to open the door angrily. ''"YOU DUMB F-"'' is all you manage to get out before you're pushed flat against the wall. A green-faced guy barrels into the room past you, almost slamming right into Kate, and landing head first into the toilet. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"BLLLAAAAAAAAAARRGGHHH!!".''@@ The sound of a chunky liquid cascading into the toilet is immediately followed by a horrific stench. @@color:pink;''"ACK!"''@@ Kate retches, darting out of the bathroom to escape the smell. You kick the guy in the ass before stalking out of the bathroom in disgust. Kate seems to have disappeared, so you grab yourself a drink, determined to wash that smell out of your memory. With the beer tucked away in your stomach, you wander around the party aimlessly for a while, enjoying your buzz. <<set $high = $high + 25>>\ <<set $katedom = $katedom + 1>> <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>> <<print "Masculinity +5">> <<print "Dominance +5">> <<print "Intoxication +25">> <</if>>\ [[Next|Friday : Party - 3]] <</if>>\

<body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/leslie.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ A diminutive girl dressed all in baggy, black clothing, her face obscured by a black cap. You don't know much about her, but she seems very shy and introverted. </body> <<back>>

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/backyard.jpg" width="600" height="400"></center> Silently approaching your oblivious friend, a smile crosses your face as you plan to embarrass Gary. Sneaking around one side of the tree, you're taken aback by what you see. <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/melanie.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Melanie is a well known slut, almost everyone in the school has fucked her. She's very pretty, built like a porn star, and often dressed like a pedophiles wet dream. Right now, she's choking down Gary's cock. </body>\ "Oh, Goddamn!" You exclaim. Gary peeks around the tree, alarmed to find you standing there. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"K! What the fuck! Get outa here you pervert!"''@@ He barks in irritation. ''"Ok, ok, calm down, man... I just thought I'd introduce myself to the lady"''. You continue, extending a hand out to Melanie, ''"Good evening ma'am, I'm Kevin, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance"''. She gives you a confused, teary-eyed look before slowly raising her arm to awkwardly shake your hand. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Hahahaha"''@@ Gary laughs loudly, causing Melanie to look back at him, then he grabs her pigtails and throats her with one violent stroke. You see the girl's eyes bulge out of her head as Gary brutally face-fucks her. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/melaniebjgary.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ Her hand slips from your grip as her body goes limp, being held upright only by Gary's cock. His balls slap noisily against her chin, drowned out only by the shlocking sound coming from her throat. Her body flails around like a marionette as he hammers away at her face. With one final thrust, Gary roars out in triumph as he climaxes in Melanie's mouth. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"YEAHHHHH!! Take my load you fucking CUNT!"''@@ He growls, pulling his dick out of her mouth and spitting right in her face. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"She's all yours //'Sir. Lancelot'// Hahahahaa"''@@ he laughs, zipping up his pants and walking back into the house. Melanie barely looks present in the moment, who knows what kind of drugs she's on, and she just took quite a beating. Her eyes slowly rise in their sockets, regarding you weakly. You decide to: [[Comfort her|Friday : Party - 2 : Comfort]] [[Pull out your cock|Friday : Party - 2 : Cock]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/backyard.jpg" width="600" height="400"></center> Kneeling down, you lift Melanie up to her feet, resting her back against the tree. Her breathing is rapid and erratic, like a scared animal. Rubbing her back tenderly, you whisper words of reassurance to Melanie. ''"It's alright, Gary's a fucking asshole. Trust me, I had to grow up with that..."''. You doubt that your words played much of a role in it, but she seems to relax a little bit. She looks up at you with warmth and adoration in her eyes, throwing her arms around your neck, she pushes her lips against yours. <<if $bitch > 0>>\ This takes you by surprise, and the flavor of Gary's cock explodes in your mouth. <<if $bonnie > 0>>The taste transports you back to earlier in the day, when Bonnie kissed you with a mouthful of Gary's cum. <</if>>Submissive feelings rise up inside you, anxiety and weakness. Shutting your brain off, you open your mouth and accept Melanie's sloppy, pungent kiss. Backing away from you slowly, she gives you a warm smile and caresses the side of your face lovingly. With you swooning at her kiss, she scampers off toward the house. <<else>>\ ''"Whoa!"'' You warn, wrenching your neck away from her, ''"You might need a tic tac before we get into all that, hehe"''. Melanie giggles, quickly darting in and pecking her on the cheek. ''"Aww"'' You grumble, scrubbing at your cheek with a sleeve. Backing away from you slowly, she gives you a warm smile and caresses the side of your face lovingly. With you still eyeing her curiously, she scampers off toward the house. <</if>>\ Following her lead, you go back inside too, but much slower. There's an ashtray right next to the door with a fat blunt roach hovering atop a pile of cigarette butts. //''Well, waste not, want not''// You think, grabbing the roach and lighting it up before making your next move. <<set $melanie = $melanie + 5>>\ <<set $high = $high + 25>> <<print "Intoxication +25">> [[Next|Friday : Party - 3]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/backyard.jpg" width="600" height="400"></center> Giving her a sly smile, you unzip your pants and pull out your semi-erect cock. Melanie's eyes fall back down to the level of your crotch, eyeing your member like a hypnotized snake. Taking the initiative, you step closer, your cock mushing up against her face, ''"Come on, baby... Be a good girl and suck this dick"''. She obediently lets her mouth fall open, her shoulders slumping in surrender. ''"That's it, baby"'', you whisper, slowly pushing your cock deep into her mouth. Melanie still doesn't make a move, kneeling before you like a statue. Opening your stance wider, you angle your cock toward her throat and push. There is no resistance at all, her gag reflex completely absent. Pulling back slowly, you begin to pump your cock in and out of her mouth. ''"Ahhhhhhh"'' You sigh in pleasure, the stimulation to your cock amplified by your inebriated state. <<if $dom > $sub>>Taking a quick peek at the doorway, you confirm that there's nobody around. You grip Melanie by the pigtails, ''"Look at me, baby"''. She does, her eyes rise up to meet yours, but she seems to look right through you. ''"MMPPHH!"'' You grunt, jamming your whole cock down her throat in one thrust, producing a wet sound from her mouth. Melanie reacts this time, her eyes bulging out and her throat clamping down on your cock. ''"You like that, bitch? Yea, take this fucking dick!"'' You sneer cruelly, hammering away at her orifice with abandon. <</if>>Saliva mixes with precum, audibly sloshing in her mouth as your balls slap against her chin. Melanie's complete and utter submission arouses you immensely, the cum roiling within you becoming pressurized. Reaching a crescendo, your body convulses violently, firing powerful spurts of ejaculate into the girl's throat. ''"UUUUUUHHHHH!"'' You groan in climax, throwing your head back to stare up at the clear night sky. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/melaniebjkevin.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ You persist for a moment before letting your softening cock slip from her lips with a plop. Melanie falls forward onto her hands and knees, gravity tugging at strings of saliva and semen that hang from her gaping mouth. You stroke her head affectionately, ''"Good girl... Ahhhh... Goooood"''. Putting your cock away, you hurry back into the house like a criminal fleeing the scene of a crime. There's an ashtray right next to the door with a fat blunt roach hovering atop a pile of cigarette butts. //''Well, waste not, want not''// You think, grabbing the roach and lighting it up before making your next move. <<set $melanie = $melanie - 5>>\ <<set $high = $high + 25>>\ <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>> <<print "Masculinity +5">> <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<print "Dominance +5">> <</if>>\ <<print "Intoxication +25">> [[Next|Friday : Party - 3]]

<body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/melanie.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Melanie is a well known slut, almost everyone in the school has fucked her. She's very pretty, built like a porn star, and often dressed like a pedophiles wet dream. </body> <<back>>

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/livingroom.jpg" width="568" height="320"></center> As you get closer to the living room, the bass becomes a palpable sensation on your skin. Opening the door, you see the room full of people, a thick fog obscuring your view. The song blasting away has everyone drunkenly bobbing and waving. [["Fantastic Voyage" by Coolio|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t7j_OdMxkY8]] On the far side of the room, Jan and Kate are sitting on the couch, engaged in conversation. You take a moment to admire their combined beauty, as they giggle and make feminine hand gestures. //''If there was ever a time to make a move, this is it.''// [[Approach Jan and Kate|Friday : Party - 3 : Living Room 2]] <<back>>

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/kitchen.jpg" width="400" height="400"></center> The kitchen looks more like a bar, bottles of beer littering almost every exposed inch of counter space. A few people come in and out, laughing and grabbing more drinks. There seems to be nothing interesting happening in the kitchen right now, so you head back out. <<back>>

You walk up to the bathroom door and try the handle, finding it locked. Putting an ear to the door, you can't hear any sound coming from the inside. Out of drunken frustration, you give it a drunken thump and shamble off. //''Oh well, there's always the tree outside...''// You think. <<back>>

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/backyard.jpg" width="600" height="400"></center> You're greeted by a breath of fresh air when you walk out into the backyard. It's very small, consisting of: A patch of grass, a single tree, and a pair of pink panties hanging from a sagging clothes line. Actually they're half-hanging off the line, as you spot Alan in the process of stealing the panties. You're unsure how to process this in your stoned state. Instead of confronting him, you simply shrug your shoulders and head back inside. <<back>>

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/basement.jpg" width="600" height="300"></center> Walking down the unusually steep stairs, the room comes into view. A very simple design with an 'L' Shaped couch that faces a crt television set. Loud slurping noises can be heard from below. <<if $melanie == 50>> You decide to go back upstairs and give them their privacy. <</if>> <<if $melanie !== 50>>Taking a quick peek, you spot Melanie on all fours, taking Sam's cock in her mouth. <<if $melanie < 50>>\ [[Join them|Friday : Party - 3 : Basement - Join]] <</if>>\ <<if $melanie > 50>>\ [[Rescue Melanie|Friday : Party - 3 : Basement - Rescue]] <</if>>\ <</if>> <<back>>

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/livingroom.jpg" width="568" height="320"></center> Making a beeline directly for the two girls, you're forced to traverse the sea of drunken partiers. There's a ripple effect disturbing the "waters" of the crowd, tipping off your approach to the two girls, who now watch you intently. Catching their gaze, your intoxication widens the smile on your face, shimmying to the music as you draw nearer. Just as you're breaking out of the crowd, you spot Kate whispering something into Jan's ear that puts a smile on her face. Jan then whispers something back to Kate, causing her mouth and eyes to fly open in shock. They both begin to laugh, Kate covering her mouth in embarrassment and giving you an amused look. <<if $jansub > 0 >>\ [[Try to get Jan alone|Friday : Party - 3 : Jan Sub]] <</if>>\ <<if $jandom > 0>>\ [[Try to get Jan alone|Friday : Party - 3 : Jan Dom]] <</if>>\ <<if $katesub > 0>>\ [[Try to get Kate alone|Friday : Party - 3 : Kate Sub]] <</if>>\ <<if $katedom > 0>>\ [[Try to get Kate alone|Friday : Party - 3 : Kate Dom]] <</if>>\ [[Approach Jan and Kate|Friday : Party - 3 : Jan and Kate]]

Their giggling has you a bit worried, shaking your substance induced confidence. The drugs win out though, spurring you on to proposition Jan. ''"Jan! Come quick, I have to tell you something."'' You urge, taking her hand in yours and trying to coax her into floowing you. @@color:crimson;''"What are yo-"''@@ She begins, allowing herself to be led away from the couch and over to the staircase. With only a few complaints along the way, you manage to usher Jan into one of the upstairs bedrooms. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/girlroom.jpg" width="568" height="320"></center> This room clearly belongs to a young girl, with frilly, pink drapes and bedding. @@color:crimson;''"Well? What was so important, Kevin?"''@@ She asks, expectantly. You step toward her, taking her hands in yours, you look into her eyes. ''"You're beautiful, Jan"''. You smile. Rolling her eyes in response, Jan begins to pull away, but you clutch her against your body, beginning to slow dance with her. Luckily, Jan is rather drunk, so she just giggles and matches your movements. With her hands resting on your chest, and yours around her waist, the two of you slowly step around the room in a circle. You see a strange look in Jan's eyes. For the first time, she looks at you with admiration. Seizing the opportunity, you kiss her full on the lips, one hand caressing her hair. After a short pause, Jan returns the kiss, her arms encircling your neck. She squeals in excitement when you scoop her up into the air, carrying her over to the bed and laying her down carefully. Joining her on the bed, you begin to grope her hard body beneath her clothes. Slowly, but deliberately, your hand travels down to her silky panties, finding them hot and damp. Jan moans breathlessly when your fingers dance over her clothed pussy, pushing her hips against your hand. You respond by sticking your tongue down her throat and pulling her panties to the side, making her gasp. @@color:crimson;''"Go down."''@@ She whispers, pushing on your shoulders. You smile, dragging yourself down her body seductively, her bare pussy now lined up with your mouth. It's pristine appearance floods your dick with blood, hardening against your pants as you inhale Jan's scent. Her legs open up for you and settle on top of your shoulders, one of her hands finding the top of your head and nudging you downward. You're happy to oblige, dragging your tongue along the length of her slit and finishing with a tiny kiss on her clit. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><video width="342" height="348" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/janlickpussy.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ @@color:crimson;''"Ohhhhhhhhhh"''@@ She moans, her pussy producing large amounts fluid that you slurp down hungrily. Quickening the pace, you begin to suck her entire pussy into your mouth, loudly munching away at her delicate labia. It soon becomes clear that she's about to have an orgasm, so you slow down and avoid her clitoris. This causes Jan some distress, and she responds by humping against your mouth urgently. ''"-slurp- I wan't you so bad, Jan -slurp-"'' You say, in between noisy kisses and licks. Freeing your cock from your pants, you climb back on top of Jan, her legs trapped over your shoulders. In this position, her pussy is splayed wide open, the head of your cock starts to press against her opening. @@color:crimson;''"Nooooooooo!"''@@ She cries, pushing against your chest, a look of fear in her eyes. This causes you to delay for a moment, but you continue dipping the tip of your dick into her soaking wet pussy, as you negotiate "Come on, Jan. I'll make you feel SO good, baby". @@color:crimson;''"UHHHHHHhhh"''@@. She moans, enjoying the shallow fuck that you're giving her. @@color:crimson;''"Ok, wait-wait-wait"''@@ She cautions. A wicked smile comes across Jan's face, and she continues @@color:crimson;''"I wan't you to fuck my brains out, Kevin. Put on a condom and make me a woman!"''@@ She begs. ''"Fuck, I don't have one, baby."'' You admit. ''"Couldn't we just..."'' You trail off, prodding against her hymen with your swollen member. @@color:crimson;''"Are you crazy!"''@@ She yells, grabbing your cock and angling it away from her virgin pussy. @@color:crimson;''"I decide to give myself to you, and you won't even put on a condom for me? You're an ASSHOLE!"''@@ She growls, slapping at you with both hands. ''"No, Jan. It's not like that, of course I'll get a condom for us. I promise, this will be the best night of your life."'' You assure her, planting a sweet kiss on her lips before leaping to your feet, adjusting your clothes and leaving the room in search of latex. [[Next|Friday : Party - 3 : Jan Dom 2]]

Their giggling has you a bit worried, shaking your substance induced confidence. The drugs win out though, spurring you on to proposition Kate. Your previous encounters with Kate tonight have you almost trembling with arousal, eager to fully consummate this game of cat and mouse. ''"Hey Kate, can I get you another drink or something?"'' You ask, perhaps overly eager in your tone. Kate smiles and rises to her feet, taking a step toward you. @@color:pink;''"Really? What do you have for me to drink? A milkshake?!"''@@ She emphasizes the last word by firmly grabbing your cock, which causes Jan to cackle loudly. Your face heats up and flushes red; Not just from embarrassment, but from the public sexual display involving Kate - aka Gino's girlfriend. Looking around the room in fear, it appears that many people have witnessed the act and are whispering to each other. In an effort to quash the potential rumor mill explosion, you nudge her hand away quickly. Kate's response is to grab you by the wrist and tow you out of the living room. @@color:crimson;''"Don't do anything I wouldn't do, Kate! hahaha"''@@ laughs Jan. You throw her a worried look as Kate pulls you away. //''Fuck... I'm dead''// You think, fully convinced that //Radio Jan// will spread this rumor to everyone with ears. Feeling that the damage has already been done, you allow Kate to lead you into a room near the front of the house. It appears to be some kind of sitting room or study, but you don't have much time to inspect your surroundings before Kate gets your attention. @@color:pink;''"K, remember that secret I told you about? Well..."''@@ She leans in to whisper into your ear, @@color:pink;''"I broke up with Gino"''@@. Your eyes fly open as wide as saucers, and it would take a tow-truck to yank the grin off your face. Smiling back at you wildly, she pushes you backward toward the couch and jumps on you, straddling your lap. All the fear and anxiety drains out of you, replaced by unbridled passion and desire. Your hands travel across her body hungrily, drinking in her every sumptuous curve. Kate grinds herself against your hard cock, pawing at your face and chest with urgency. With her chest heaving in and out rapidly, she slows her pace, looking down into your eyes. Her expression is strangely alluring, soft and vacant, but somehow inviting. You look at Kate as if for the first time, sighing as she exposes your cock. Pulling her panties to the side, she rubs the head of your cock against her wet folds, exhaling a sweet, alcoholic aroma right into your face. Your mouth inches open in pleasure, your lips reaching out for Kate's. She pulls away slightly, her lips almost touching yours, but teasingly just out of reach. Eager for her kiss, you're caught off guard when she begins to sink down onto your throbbing cock. The feeling is exquisite, melting your muscles into jelly as she continues to descend without pause. When she comes to rest on your lap, Kate's tongue forcefully penetrates your mouth. ''"MMMMMMM!"'' You squeal, sexual currents of electricity alighting your entire body, standing your hair on end. Kissing you more aggressively now, she begins to thrust her hips toward you. @@color:pink;''"YEEEESSSSS!"''@@ Cries Kate, arching her back and tossing her hair around, now corkscrewing on your throbbing cock like a woman possessed. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><video width="500" height="265" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katepartyride.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ An explosive sound echoes in your ears and you're torn away from heaven. Kate twists off your lap, now sitting beside you on the couch. @@color:gray;''"What the fuck!?"''@@ Says the large man who just kicked the door open. You immediately recognize him as Gino, Kate's (EX?) boyfriend. <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/gino.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ He's massive, nearly busting out of his tight, leather jacket and jeans. The black hair on his head is buzzed down very short with a tight hairline. He also appears to be wearing large sunglasses, even at night. </body> Fear and anxiety twist your stomach as your body is flooded with adrenaline. Paralysis strikes you, unable to move, or even hide away your rapidly shrinking penis. Turning to look at Kate with curiosity, you find her giving Gino a cute, apologetic look. The angry hulk draws nearer, now towering in front of you with purple veins bulging out of his neck. You sink down into the couch, cowering in fear, searching his eyes for a hint of mercy. Only a few seconds pass, as Gino seems to be deciding what to do with you, before he finally speaks. @@color:gray;''"Stand up"''@@ He says, rather too casual and composed for your liking. You begin to slightly, but rapidly, shake your head from side to side, fearing that he will beat you. Gino's composure falters at that, @@color:gray;''"I said, STAND THE FUCK UP!"''@@ There's no hesitation in you this time, quickly standing upright, your shoulders cocked and head turned away in fear. @@color:gray;''"Bro, look at me, don't make me knock your teeth out"''@@. Fearful and apologetic, you tentatively meet Gino's gaze. @@color:gray;''"So where do you get the balls to try and fuck my girl, you little bitch?"''@@. ''"B-But, I thought-"'' You mumble, turning to look at Kate pleadingly. Gino also turns to look at Kate, and her response is to look away in shameful submission. Pain explodes on your face, and you find yourself on the ground with your ears ringing. Drunkenly scrambling onto all fours, you attempt to scurry out of the room. Gino catches you by the back of your pants, painfully jerking your underwear into your ass crack and elevating you off the ground. You squeak like a mouse as he carries you out of the room. The commotion has drawn a small crowd in the hallway, all of them laughing at the way your flaccid dick bobs around with each of Gino's steps. An onlooker opens the front door for Gino, who tosses you into the air and out the front door. Crashing down hard on the front lawn, a heavy kick to your midsection bends you in half. Curling up into a ball, you begin to vomit on the grass. A river of sewage flows from your mouth, pooling up around your face and head. Gino seems to have disappeared, and the crowd only lingers for a few minutes, to make jokes at your expense, before dispersing in favor of more booze. Carefully picking yourself up, you wipe some of the filth from your face and assess the damage. It seems like Gino let you off the hook surprisingly easy, not much worse for wear than you started the night. Puking has helped sober you up a little bit, clearing your head and settling your stomach. The only reasonable option left is to get in your car and drive home. <<if $masc > 0>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity -5">> <</if>>\ <<set $high = $high - 50>>\ <<print "Intoxication -50">> [[Get in your car|Friday : Party - 3 : Car]]

Their giggling has you a bit worried, shaking your substance induced confidence. The drugs win out though, spurring you on to proposition Kate. Your previous encounters with Kate tonight have you almost trembling with arousal, eager to fully consummate this game of cat and mouse. ''"Hey Kate, come on, I have a present for you"'' You say with a wry smile, taking her hand in yours and helping her up before giving her the chance to respond. Jan gives you a warning look as you lead Kate away from the crowd and into a room near the front of the house. Kate walks in and spins around to face you whith her hand outstretched, palm up @@color:pink;''"Prezzie Please! heeheehee"''@@. Without missing a beat, you grin, unzipping your pants and pulling your cock out. Her eyes open wide, staring at your tool for a moment before looking up at you with a mischievous smile. It's in her hand before you can blink and she presses her body tightly against yours, her breath heavy in your ear. @@color:pink;''".....I broke up with Gino"''@@ Whispers Kate. You look at her in shock for a second, then grab her head and push your tongue into her mouth. The passion of the kiss steadily ramps up in intensity until you're tearing at each other's clothes and whining eagerly. You can't take it anymore, spinning Kate around, you bend her over the couch and pull down her tights and panties with one violent tug. She gasps as her plump backside is exposed, her pussy glistening with arousal. You land a heavy slap on her ass, sending it wobbling uncontrollably like a bowl of Jello. @@color:pink;''"UUUUHHHHHH!"''@@ She cries in respone, now arching her back and obediently presenting herself to you. Wasting no time, you slam your cock all the way into Kate with a single thrust. She screams out in pleasure at a volume that everyone in the building must have heard, regardless of the loud music playing. Tightly gripping both of her ass cheeks, you begin to plow into Kate with reckless abandon. You watch her bubble butt get squashed flat before rebounding with every thrust, bounching against you with a wet slapping sound. Running your hands up her sides, you grope her hanging breasts before pulling her upright, holding her tightly from behind. Kate turns her head toward you, sticking out her tongue and flicking it up and down. Your tongues are soon intertwined, one of your hands behind her head and the other on her hip as you continue to thrust into her. You've never felt better than this moment, ensconced in Kate's warm, wet love tunnel. This is what you've always wanted, to join with Kate in unbridled ecstasy. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><video width="300" height="250" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katepartydoggy.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ An explosive sound echoes in your ears and you're torn away from heaven. Kate twists away from you, painfully wrenching your cock out of her. @@color:gray;''"What the fuck!?"''@@ Says the large man who just kicked the door open. You immediately recognize him as Gino, Kate's (EX?) boyfriend. <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/gino.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ He's massive, nearly busting out of his tight, leather jacket and jeans. The black hair on his head is buzzed down very short with a tight hairline. He also appears to be wearing large sunglasses, even at night. </body> Fear and anxiety twist your stomach as your body is flooded with adrenaline. You quickly zip up your pants and take two steps backward, rapidly forming a battle strategy on how to take down this giant. Gino begins to slowly walk toward you, his fists clenched and his face twisted with anger. You plan to fake a huge right hand, then blast his knee with an oblique kick. Just as Gino is getting in range, he twists away from you, knocking Kate to the ground with a heavy backhand. Her cry of pain pushes all rationality out of your brain. ''"You MOTHERFUCKER!"'' You yell, aborting your strategy and flying at Gino with a flurry of straight punches. A few of them land clean, but Gino is only enraged further, bull rushing you into the wall and closing his hands around your throat. Battering away at his arms and kicking his legs seems to have little effect. Your consciousness begins to fade, your vision closing in on you like an elevator door. A blind swat with your left hand digs a finger into Gino's eye, making him scream and relent his grip for a split second. You take the opportunity to knock away one of his arms and knee him in the groin, now completely free from his grasp. The blow must have only partially connected because Gino is still standing and rushing at you again. Without thinking, you bolt for the door, pulling down an end table behind you to slow Gino's pursuit. Barrelling through the front door of the house, you break into a full sprint with Gino still giving chase and screaming at you @@color:gray;''"YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!"''@@. You put your head down and open up your stride, focusing on covering as much distance as possible. Running and running, you never look back until you're two blocks away. Seeing that Gino is nowhere in sight, you fall to your knees, huffing and puffing, your veins pumping battery acid. It's not long before you're emptying your stomach on someone's front lawn, heaving painfully over and over until you collapse from exhaustion. A few minutes later, your breathing has slowed and your heart rate returns to normal. The regurgitation of the poisons in your stomach, combined with the fresh air, have helped to clear your head up a bit. It's not as if you plan to walk home, so you start heading back to Kate's house. On the way back, you replay the events that just transpired, anger bubbling up inside you. When you spot the house, your first instinct is to inspect your car to make sure Gino hasn't vandalized it. Everything seems fine, now the only reasonable option left is to get in your car and drive home. <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <</if>>\ <<set $high = $high - 50>>\ <<print "Intoxication -50">> [[Get in your car|Friday : Party - 3 : Car]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/livingroom.jpg" width="568" height="320"></center> Their giggling has you a bit worried, shaking your substance induced confidence. The drugs win out though, spurring you on to try and snare both girls. ''"Heeeeeey Ladieeeeees! hahah"'' You slur out comically, wedging yourself into the couch between the two girls. They quickly open a gap for you to sit down, mostly to avoid getting crushed rather than inviting you to join them. @@color:crimson;''"Have you lost your mind!?"''@@ Asks Jan, @@color:crimson;''"Oh, you're hammered..."''@@ she concludes, based on the stupid grin on your face. @@color:crimson;''"Why don't you go puke your guts out somewhere else before I make you wish you were born a woman"''@@. @@color:pink;''"Ooooh!"''@@ Kate squeals, leaning her body across yours and motioning Jan forward to whisper something in her ear. Jan's eyes scan the wall as she listens to Kate, then they settle on yours as an evil smile creeps across her lips. She whispers something back to Kate that causes the other girl to giggle. Even though they're right in front of you, the music drowns out their hushed conversation. Kate breaks away and nuzzles her breasts against your shoulder, one of her legs wrapping over yours. @@color:pink;''"Maybe you should take us upstairs and show us how much of a MAN you are -giggle-"''@@. Almost simultaneously, Jan has a hand travelling up your thigh, and another playing in your hair. @@color:crimson;''"Think you can handle us both, huh? Why don't we put that to the test..."''@@. You're not sure what's going on here, but to call this a rare opportunity would be a ridiculous understatement. While trying to decide which girl to focus on first, Jan decides for you, standing up and towing you along by the front of your shirt. Kate giggles happily, clinging to your side with her arm around your waist. You almost feel like you're floating toward the stairway as you're ushed away by the two girls. Some hooting erupts from the crowd, they've obviously spotted you landing the two hottest chicks in the room. Kate looks back over your shoulder, then aggressively grabs a handful of your ass. Laughter and cheers fill the room as you're led up the stairs and into a bedroom. <<set $janandkate = 1>>\ [[Next|Friday : Party - 3 : Jan and Kate 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/basement.jpg" width="600" height="300"></center> A smile creeps onto your face as you approach the coupling pair, ''"Got room for one more?"''. @@color:green;''"What the fuck, K!? Can't you see I'm trying to put in work here?"''@@ Sam complains. ''"Hey, don't be like that, Sam... This is supposed to be a party, man, don't be so fucking selfish"'' you reply, while beginning to get your cock out and approaching Melanie from behind. @@color:green;''"Yo, if you're gonna be an asshole and slide in, you get the BJ, that pussy is MINE."''@@ He asserts, drawing his cock out of Melanie's mouth and walking toward you. <<if $bitch > 0>> Your eyes fall down to regard his long, sleek cock without your consent. It's criss-crossed in blue veins, dripping with the girl's saliva and bobbing up and down menacingly.<</if>>\ <<if $dom > $sub>>\ Wasting no time, you push your dick into Melanie's sloppy, wet cunt with a pleasant sigh. ''"Oh, you'll get it, but you're gonna have to wait your turn, son, hehe"'' you casually point out, ignoring the girl's uncomfortable squeaks. Sam shoves you in annoyance, @@color:green;''"Cock-blocking motherfucker"''@@. He returns to the front of Melanie and slaps her around with his dick, punishing her for your imposition. The two of you bounce Melanie back and forth between your shafts. Sam doesn't seem upset anymore, pleasure contorting his face as he repeatedly feeds the girl his rigid meat pole. The pace increases until it becomes a competition, seeing who can be more dominant and aggressive. Her ass gets smacked from the back, her hair pulled from the front, and both her holes get brutalized. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><video width="500" height="250" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/samjoindom.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ You can see the concentration on Sam's face as he struggles to contain his orgasm. With a deliberately strong thrust, you propel Melanie forward, lodging Sam's cock deep in her throat. @@color:green;''"Oh shit! OH SHIIIIT!"''@@ He cries out, unloading his balls directly into her gullet. ''"Fuuuuuuck yeahhhh..."'' you husk out, reveling in your victory over Sam and claiming your prize. Melanie lets his cock flop out of her mouth before laying her head down in a submissive posture. You grab her by the waist and begin to hammer away at her already battered pussy. Still recovering, Sam watches you fuck Melanie against the couch, her breath coming out in short ragged bursts. There's some commotion behind you as the sound of footsteps echoes on the stairs. That doesn't distract you though, pushing yourself over the edge with a final plunge. ''"FUUUUCK!"'' You yell, blasting your seed so deeply into her pussy that it might shoot out of her ears. Melanie offers no resistance as you continue to slowly pump her, milking every last drop out of your balls and depositing it into her stretched cum receptacle. ''"That-a-bitch"'' You say, with an affectionate pat on the ass that you might give an obedient farm animal. When you pull out and turn around, you become aware of a number of other guys in the room who are beginning to strip out of their clothes. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Shit, looks like I'm up boys, hehe"''@@ laughs a tall guy who's hard cock is already in his hand. @@color:green;''"Yo,yo,yo I got next on these skins, dog."''@@, Sam quickly interjects, rapidly pulling on his dick that's still limp from his recent orgasm. The guy delays for a second before chuckling, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"What's wrong? Can't get your dick hard for pussy??"''@@. Sam desperately pushes his soft dick against Melanie's folds for a second before being shoved aside by the wood sporting newcomer. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Back up scrub, wait your turn."''@@ He warns, lining his cock up with Melanie's cunt and skewering her with a disgusting squishy sound. Moving toward the stairs, you look back to see Sam still masturbating. The expression on his face makes you wonder if he still wants a piece of Melanie, or is just aroused at being bullied. You shake your head as you climb up the stairs and hear outside to your car. <<set $party1samdom = 1>>\ <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <</if>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<print "Dominance +5">> [[Next|CAR - party1samdom]] <</if>>\ <<if $sub >= $dom>>\ You accept Sam's condition, lucky to be allowed in the mix at all. He nudges you over to the side and pushes down on the small of Melanie's back, the pressure forcing her slick pussy to present itself. <<if $bitch > 0>>You watch in wonder as he slowly but steadily impales her on his long, hard cock. His contracting muscles draw your attention as he's bottoming out in the girl's stretched pussy.<</if>> Melanie's breath catches in her throat as her body is penetrated, stiffening your pole to full mast. You walk around and line your cock up with Melanie's mouth, which she opens immediately, accepting your throbbing meat with a slurp. The feeling is amazing, as she expertly strokes your dick with her talented lips and tongue. You place a hand behind her head and gently begin to fuck her mouth at a modest pace. @@color:green;''"Awww shit, baby... gimme that pussy..."''@@ Says Sam, distracting you for a moment as fucks her a little harder. A firm slap on the ass makes Melanie moan around your cock, the vibrations traveling through your shaft and resonating in your balls. ''"AHHhhhh"'' You sigh in delight, closing your eyes and tilting your head back to savor this moment. @@color:green;''"Fuck yeahh! GIMME that pussy!"''@@ Sam growls with a fierce thrust that propels Melanie forward and lodges your cock all the way down her throat. You almost explode, but manage to pull back, withdrawing half your cock and looking at Sam. He grins mischievously and begins to slam against her backside at full force. Without missing a stroke, you follow Sam's lead and do your part in spit-roasting the submissive slut. You both begin to laugh heartily, and Sam raises a hand to offer you a hi-five, which you return, clasping hands with your buddy. The additional leverage helps you bat Melanie back and forth like a ping pong ball, generating incredible force with your perfectly coordinated assault. She offers no resistance, her moans of ecstasy get choked and muffled into your greedy cock. <<if $bitch > 0>>\ Nearing climax, you focus on Sam. His sweaty muscles all working together to facilitate the primal thrusts being used to break this small girl. Weakly holding his hand, you're mesmerized by his hammering hips and the clapping of flesh on flesh. You halt your own thrusts, allowing Sam to shove Melanie back and forth against your cock while you gaze at him in adoration. His eyes meet yours, and he squeezes your hand tightly as he aggressively thrusts his hips. @@color:green;''"Cum for me bitch!"''@@ He commands. In that moment, it feels like he's talking to you instead of Melanie. Your mouth falls open and emits a shaky moan as your balls seem to slowly erupt deep into Melanie's mouth in a sustained orgasm. Sam roars out in triumph with his final push, injecting Melanie with his seed while your softening dick marinates in her cum filled maw. <</if>>\ <<if $bitch < 1>>\ Nearing climax, you focus on Melanie. Her sweaty, limp body is the epitome of obedience, writhing in ecstasy from the double-ended dicking she's receiving. You tilt her head back to see the vacant, slutty look on her face as you continue to roughly fuck her mouth. Foamy precum spills from the corners of her mouth as you angle yourself to penetrate her throat as deeply as possible. Sam's thrusts become even more powerful and erratic, squeezing your hand tightly as he commands, @@color:green;''"Cum for me bitch!"''@@. The expression on her face becomes twisted, her eyes rolling up into her skull with a shuddering gurgle. ''"Oh FUCK! Swallow me baby!"'' You cry out, your balls contracting quickly and unloading multiple spurts of semen directly into her throat. Simultaneously, Sam roars out in triumph with a final thrust, injecting Melanie with a load of his own. <</if>>\ Melanie helplessly moos, her mouth and pussy overflowing with thick cream. She collapses like a marionette that had it's strings cut when you and Sam both pull out of her at the same. Putting your cock away, you spy Sam doing the same and give him a knowing grin - which he returns twice as big. ''"Tag-team, back again!"'' you rap. @@color:green;''"All I wanna do is zoom-a-zoom-zoom-zoom in a poom-poom!"''@@ he continues. ''"Hahaha, you corny ass motherfucker"'' you laugh. The camaraderie is cut short when a small group of guys descends the stairs. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Shit, looks like I'm up boys, hehe"''@@ laughs a tall guy who's hard cock is already in his hand. The other guys follow suit, quickly getting their dicks out and prepping them for action. You share another smile with Sam, the both of you walking towards the stairs. Feeling satisfied with your exploits for one night, you head out to your car. <<set $party1samsub = 1>>\ <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <</if>>\ [[Next|CAR - party1samsub]] <</if>>\

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/basement.jpg" width="600" height="300"></center> A frown appears on your face as you approach the coupling pair, ''"Yo, man... I think she's had enough for one night."''. @@color:green;''"What the fuck!? K!? Can't you see I'm trying to put in work here?"''@@ Sam complains, his dick still moving in and out of her mouth at a steady pace. @@color:green;''"I know you want next on this -huff- but you need to wait your turn, homie".''@@ He turns his full attention back to Melanie, trying to pretend that you aren't even standing there. <<if $int >= 60 or $stoner == 1>>\ [[Make a compelling argument|Friday : Party - 3 : Basement - Rescue - Argue]] <</if>>\ [[Let him finish|Friday : Party - 3 : Basement - Rescue - Wait]]

Their giggling has you a bit worried, shaking your substance induced confidence. The drugs win out though, spurring you on to proposition Jan. ''"Uh, Jan? Can I talk to you for a sec?"'' She furrows her brow for a moment, @@color:crimson;''"What could we possibly talk about?".''@@ Kate whispers something into her ear, causing Jan to laugh out loud, standing up to address you once more. @@color:crimson;''"Actually, I'm VERY curious what you have to say Kevin"''@@, she says, pulling you by the wrist towards the staircase. You can't believe your luck, and the smile on your face does little to hide that fact. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/girlroom.jpg" width="568" height="320"></center> Jan leads you to what is surely a girl's bedroom, with its frilly pink curtains and bedding. Slamming the door shut, she turns to face you, her arms crossed impatiently. @@color:crimson;''"Well?"''@@ She aks. ''"Oh, well... I think you're really beautiful, Jan"'' @@color:crimson;''"I know that... AND?"''@@ ''"And... I dunno, maybe we could... ummm"'' @@color:crimson;''"Fuck?"''@@ She snaps, daring you to respond. You pause for a moment, your face heating up and sweat trickling down your brow. ''"Yeah, maybe?"'' You offer weakly. Jan steps closer to you quickly, her sweet breath hot on your face. @@color:crimson;''"Oh, so maybe I'll give up my virginity... To you? Tonight? at some random booze-up? IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK??"''@@ She finishes, outraged. You flinch and avert your eyes from her fiery gaze. @@color:crimson;''"Take your pants off, now!"''@@ She orders. You quickly respond by disrobing from the waist down and awaiting Jan's response. @@color:crimson;''"THIS?!"''@@ She says incredulously, grabbing your limp penis with two fingers, @@color:crimson;''"You expect me to give up my virginity, FOR THIS?!"''@@ She emphasizes her last words by smacking your dick dismissively. Although your penis is of average size, her belittling comments still make you feel ashamed. You begin to speak, shakily, and somewhat whining, ''"But, I've been so nice to you, Jan. Haven't I done everything you asked of me? We don't need to have sex, we can do whatever you want, Jan. I just-"'' Your voice cracks, almost on the verge of tears as you continue, ''"I just wanna be with you"''. For a briet instant, a look of pity crosses Jan's face, but it's quickly replaced by contempt. @@color:crimson;''"Get on your fucking knees!"''@@ She commands, slipping her dress over her head and exposing her stunning black lingerie. You eagerly kneel down, staring in awe at her perfect body. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jankneel.jpg" width="400" height="400"></center> @@color:crimson;''"Now... Beg me"''@@. ''"Please, Jan"'' You beg. @@color:crimson;''"NO!"''@@ She shouts down into your face. The rejection hits your body like a shockwave, making you shiver all over. ''"Pleeeeease, Jan, PLEASE!"'' You sob. @@color:crimson;''"NO!"''@@ She repeats, now looking amused at your humiliation. One of her stockinged feet coming up to knead at your dangling genitals. ''"Ohhhh, please, Jan. I'll do whatever you say... I'll make you happy, Jan, I promise."'' You plead, precum flowing out of your cock onto her foot. She seems a bit more convinced by your begging, signalled by a curt nod of her head. @@color:crimson;''"Kiss my feet!"''@@ She says, pushing your head downward with force. You immediately begin to smooch her foot, channelling all of your passion and adoration for Jan into the act of worshipping her perfectly shaped foot. The melodic laugh that Jan emits causes you both humiliation and arousal, as you continue to subjugate yourself to her will. @@color:crimson;''"Good boy!"''@@ Pleased with your display, Jan drags you by the scruff of the neck over to the bed. She pulls you behind her as she climbs onto the bed, poised on all fours. @@color:crimson;''"You know what to do, Kevin, get to work!"''@@. You begin to kiss her panty-clad ass, it's perfect shape and malleability intoxicates you. She begins to sway her butt side to side, arousing you further, causing you to wildly kiss and lick her stunning backside. Pulling her panties to the side, she exposes her virgin pussy and pristine sphincter. @@color:crimson;''"Kiss me right here, right on my asshole"''@@ She orders playfully, giggling in anticipation. You oblige her immediately, placing a soft, delicate kiss on her pucker. @@color:crimson;''"Ahhhhhhh"''@@ She sighs, as you continue to pleasure her with sweet little kisses and licks. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><video width="400" height="240" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/janlickass.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ Jan lays flat on her stomach, and you follow her down, kissing her ass and rubbing your hard cock against the bedding. You begin to really worship her asshole, sucking on it lovingly and lapping away at the rim. @@color:crimson;''"MMMmmmm"''@@ She hums, wiggling her ass on your face with pleasure. Reaching back to spread her ass cheeck with one hand, Jan's voice rings out in your ears once again, @@color:crimson;''"Stick your tongue all the way up my ass, right now"''@@. ''"Huh?"'' You ask, not quite hearing her request because you were so immersed in rimming her. @@color:crimson;''"STICK IT UP MY ASS!"''@@ She commands in anger, reaching back to grab you by the hair and slam your face into her ass. Your compliance is immediate this time, pushing your tongue past her sphincter and deep into her ass. @@color:crimson;''"YEEEES!"''@@ She cries in triumph, pulling your head back and forth against her rear. When she removes her hand, you continue the motions, bobbing your head up and down, fucking her tight asshole with your rigid tongue. Saliva begins to pour from your mouth, instead of lapping it up, you continually push it into her anus with your tongue, stuffing her like a turkey with your spit. This continues for a few minutes, Jan moaning in satisfaction, and your cock throbbing as you hump against the bed. @@color:crimson;''"-gasp- Kevin!"''@@ Jan whines in ecstasy, @@color:crimson;''"I want your cock in me! -gasp- put on a condom and fuck my ass! -gasp- I need it now!"''@@. ''"Shit, I don't have a condom..."'' You say in despair, pulling your tongue out of Jan's lubricated ring. @@color:crimson;''"You WHAT!? How can you expect to fuck a girl and not have a condom!? Are you that fucking stupid??"''@@. You don't reply, and the implication does make you feel pretty stupid. @@color:crimson;''"You have about two seconds to find a condom and get your ass back in here, or I'm going to make your life a LIVING HELL!"''@@ Promises Jan, the vitriol practically dripping from her lips. Leaping to your feet, you quickly put your pants back on and dart out of the room. You nearly fall down the stairs in your dizzied rush, but clutching the rail, you manage to claw your way back down to the main party floor. Questioning every person you come across, it seems like nobody has condoms. After about ten minutes, you finally come across a condom buried between the couch cushions in the living room. Pocketing it quickly, you race back up the stairs and open the bedroom door. The sights and sounds of the room immediately turn your stomach. <<if $masc > 0>>\ <<set $masc = $masc -5>>\ <<set $sub = $sub +5>> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <<print "Submission +5">> <</if>> [[Next|Friday : Party - 3 : Jan Sub 2]]

<<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jananal.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ Jan has been mounted by Gary, who is savagely penetrating her anus. She cries out in pain as his broad member pistons in and out of her tight ass, distending it outward with every thrust, a foamy substance circling his cock. The splat sound of his scrotum smacking against her drenched pussy beats out a lewd rhythm. Gary mushes her face into the pillow as he begins to taunt her. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"You stuck up, rich bitch! You needed this for a long time, didn't you? A big, fat dick up your spoiled ass! Hahahaha!"''@@. He smacks her ass sharply, forcing her to muffle a moan into the pillow in response. You begin to shake in embarrassment and anxiety, the condom slipping from your hand. An alarming heat begins in your face, spreading to the rest of you extremities, and sparks dance at the corners of your vision. Finally managing to pull your eyes from the violent sex act, you enter the adjacent bathroom and brace yourself for an epic bout of regurgitation. Hovering over the toilet, you begin to spit and breathe deeply. Lingering there for a moment in anticipation, you manage to prevent the full expulsion of your dinner. Splashing some water on your face from the sink, you sit on the toilet, panting, and trying to calm yourself down. It's working, the churning of your stomach slows to a minor twinge. In that moment of silence, you hear Jan's tortured moans coming through the wall. Your mind drifts to thoughts of Jan. How beautiful she is. How stong and spirited she is. The sound of her moaning causes your dick to stiffen in your pants. With little recourse, you decide to pull it out and begin to stroke. You picture Jan's body, her scent, her dominant sexuality. Thinking back to all the times you tried to please her makes you feel weak. The speed of your masturbation increases at the thought of obeying her. You're aroused by her constant rejections, and the way she uses you for her own pleasure. The culmination of those memories comes in the form of worshipping her perfect ass. Not ten minutes ago, your tongue was deep in her ass, you had penetrated her for the first time. The throb of your cock is almost painful now, as you pump away at it with reckless abandon. And then, Gary ruined everything. //''He's fucking her...''// You lament. All the time and effort you put into Jan... All the shame and humiliation you suffered... It was all for nothing. Waiting on her hand and foot, meeting her every need, it was all a waste. An exceptionally loud bout of moaning vibrates through the wall, and the image of Gary assfucking Jan replays in your mind. //''He's fucking her up the ass!''// You shake with arousal when a particularly long and sustained cry comes through the wall. //''And I got her ready for him... I lubed up her ass with my mouth... and he just... he just took her!''//. You moan in humiliating ecstasy, as your cock begins to erupt with intermittent blasts of semen like a roman candle. Squeezing every last drop of cum from your shrinking member, you slowly come down off your sexual high. Quickly washing your hands in the sink, you slink out of the bathroom feeling like a peeping tom. Resigning yourself to failure, you plod down the stairs glumly and head right for the exit. <<set $partyjansub = $partyjansub + 1>>\ <<if $masc > 0>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <</if>>\ [[Next|CAR - party1jansub]]

<<set $party1jansub = 1>>\ The crisp night air fills your lungs and cools your skin, immediately making your mind feel clearer and more alert. Opening the door to your car, you flop down onto the seat and lay your head back against the headrest. You feel heartbroken by Jan, and stupid for shamelessly debasing yourself trying to win her favor. //''She obviously wants a strong, dominant guy who just takes what he wants. Maybe I should try that... But what if she really doesn't like me, and I force myself on her? I don't want to go up for rape charges or something...''// The memory of looking up at Jan from your knees suddenly washes over you. Butterflies flutter in your stomach and a shiver of excitement runs up your spine. //''It felt so good just to be with Jan intimately. Her smell, her taste, her touch... IF that's the only way I can be close to her, maybe it's worth it...''// The faint sound of sirens in the distance breaks your train of thought. Immediately putting the car into gear, you take off onto the main road leading back home. [[Next|Party End Car]]

You nearly fall down the stairs in your dizzied rush, but clutching the rail, you manage to claw your way back down to the main party floor. Questioning every person you come across, it seems like nobody has condoms. After about ten minutes, you finally come across a condom buried between the couch cushions in the living room. Pocketing it quickly, you race back up the stairs and open the bedroom door. You're paralyzed by what you see. Gary is between Jan's legs, pumping his broad member in and out of her bloody pussy. Your jaw falls open, and the condom slips from your hand as Jan cries out in both pain and pleasure. He rocks her body with the forceful impact of his hips, growling aggressively with every stroke. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Don't fight me, bitch"''@@ He warns, grabbing her ankles and pinning them down beside her ears. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"YEAAAA!"''@@ He roars, piledriving his cock all the way into her tiny pussy. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Open up for me you rich cunt!"''@@ He taunts, slamming his bloody member in and out of her body with incredible force. @@color:crimson;''"OOHHHhhhhhHHHHhhhhhhHHHHH!"''@@ Wails Jan, her shaky climx causes fluid to rush out of her pussy, now sloshing audibly with every pump of Gary's cock. This only causes Gary to fuck her harder, and faster, eliciting sucking and farting sounds from her previously virgin hole. When Gary starts laughing at the sounds, you snap out of your trance. That's all you can stomach, slamming the door shut angrily, you walk toward the staircase. You pause at the top, your white-knuckled grip on the railing indicating your anger and frustration. All the work you put into Jan was for nothing. Why did you try so hard to make her happy when all you had to do was just take her? Women really baffle you sometimes, and you can never tell what they want. //''Shit, I don't even think THEY know what they want...''// You think. There could be a lesson to be learned from this, and you would be remiss to ignore that fact after what just happened. Resigning yourself to failure, you plod down the stairs glumly and head right for the exit. <<set $partyjandom = $partyjandom + 1>>\ [[Next|CAR - party1jandom]]

Opening the driver's side door, you land hard on the seat with a heavy thud and an even heavier mind. Turning on the ignition, you hug the steering wheel and rest your forehead against it in despair. ''"Kate..."'' you lament. Just as you're about to pick yourself up and put the car in gear, a random song starts playing on the radio [["Kryptonite" by 3 Doors Down|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xPU8OAjjS4k]]. It's not your type of music, but the beat catches your attention and the drum progression of the song awakens something in you. The reduced level of toxins in your system makes you feel more alive, but still high enough to feel charged and impulsive. By the time the chorus hits, you're rocking back and forth, finding solace in the music and resonating with it emotionally. //''I'm not losing Kate to this meat-head, thug. She doesn't even want to be with him, she wants me! She... needs me.''// <<set $window = 0>>\ <<set $garage = 0>>\ ''"Kate!"'' You repeat, this time more confident in yourself and with staunch determination. Single-minded in purpose, you shut off the engine, hop out of the car, and storm your way back to the front door of the house. Twisting the knob back and forth, you discover that the door has been locked from the inside. You bang on the door for a few minutes but it never opens, perhaps because of the loud music. Not dissuaded in the slightest, you start looking for another way into the house. <<if $window == 0>> [[Check the front window|Friday : Party - 3 : Car : Window]] <</if>>\ <<if $garage == 0>> [[Check the garage door|Friday : Party - 3 : Car : Garage]] <</if>>

<body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/gino.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ He's massive, nearly busting out of his tight, leather jacket and jeans. The black hair on his head is buzzed down very short with a tight hairline. He also appears to be wearing large sunglasses, even at night. </body> <<back>>

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/girlroom.jpg" width="568" height="320"></center> Once the door shuts behind you, Kate's tongue is in your mouth and she's grinding her body against you. It doesn't take long for Jan to join in, rubbing her crotch against your ass and stroking your sides. You just stand there as the girls increase the intensity of their seduction efforts, they whine and mew running their hands all over your body. Kate breaks off the kiss, pushing her tongue into your ear and crushing her breasts against you. Jan seizes the opportunity to grab your balls firmly while biting down into your neck from behind. ''"Ahhhhhh"'' You breath out heavily, throwing your head back as the two girls continue to sandwich you with affection. Jan laughs at the noises you make, pinching your ass and stepping away from you. Pushing you backward onto the bed, Kate straddles your chest, her hair flowing down over your face. Jan must have been operating a stereo at that moment, because a song begins to fill the room: [["Can We" by SWV|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XJGTwhl1Nrw]]. The music instantly affects Kate, her hips beginning to gyrate inches away from your face. As you're distracted by the wet spot forming on Kate's tights, Jan begins to unceremoniously yank off your pants and boxers. You make no move to resist as Kate sits right down on your face, laughing as she wiggles around excitedly. You can feel Jan's hand tightly clamp around the shaft of your cock, squeezing it as hard as she can. The various different stimuli of their combined effort has you on the verge of exploding at any moment. Looking up at Kate from between her thighs, the serpentine motion of her body begins to mesmerize you. She produces a wide, pink length of ribbon from behind her back, slowly lowering it down over your eyes. Everything seems to be moving in slow motion as the makeshift blindfold shuts out your sight. Lacking your ability to see, the drugs seem to affect you more powerfully. You try to focus on the sounds in the room to get your bearings, but the music drowns everything out. Spacial disorientation sets in as the room begins to slowly rotate. Your sense of touch is amplified and you're becoming aware of the increasing ache in your cock. The discomfort forces your hips to begin twisting and bucking wildly, prompting Jan to release her grip on your shaft - but the pressure remains. Panic takes over, your limbs blindly probe the area all around you with urgency. A pillowy weight is pushed down over your face, cutting off your oxygen supply and hurling you into a spiraling limbo. The events that follow are hard to piece together as you slip in and out of consciousness. Your body is alight with pleasure as flesh and fabric drag across every inch of your skin, from the tips of your fingers right down to your toes. The sensation in your cock is exquisite, it feels like you're in a state of perpetual orgasm. You're unaware of how much time has elapsed, but the stimulation vanishes all at once and you're left briefly mourning its passage. A moment later, you're being hoisted up by both arms and dragged to your feet. The feelings of euphoria within you are redoubled as you take step after unsteady step. Suddenly, the blindfold is whipped off, but your eyes have yet to adjust to the lighting. Your head is slowly clearing up as the girls appear to be carefully leading you down the stairs. A familiar chorus erupts from the crowd, but the laughter vastly overshadows the cheers. [[Next|Friday : Party - 3 : Jan and Kate 3]]

Your supports disappear and you're left wobbling on shaky legs, rubbing your eyes amidst the almost deafening commotion. A slimy object is pushed to your lips, causing you to turn your head away in disgust. However, you quickly detect a pleasant scent as the object is once again swept across your lips. Cracking open your mouth with a smile, the joint is allowed entry, and you take a big pull off it. As your vision begins to return, you focus on the object that you've been smoking. The joint slowly comes into view, but your eyes are immediately drawn to another detail. <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/blurry.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ //''Is that... Nail polish??''// You wonder. Spotting a large mirror against the far wall, you slowly turn your body to examine your appearance. <<set $clothes = 4>> [[Look at yourself|You]] The image you see can't be real, it must be some kind of trick. Standing there in complete shock, you take another hit off the joint and, sure enough, the green ballerina copies your exact movements. Stepping closer toward the mirror, you notice that your groin area looks somewhat disheveled. Lifting the front of your tutu, you realize that your dick is criss-crossed with tightly wrapped pink ribbons. It tents your tights outward, nodules of discolored flesh squeezing between the bands. The mere sight of it causes pain and discomfort to wash over you in waves. A skinny, white dude wearing a Green Bay Packers jersey slides up beside you. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Hey look, we match! hahaha"''@@, his arm slides around your waist as he leans in to whisper in your ear @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Why don't we go for a walk? You can take a pull off my other joint, hehe"''@@. His hand begins to slide down to your ass. <<if $thug == 1>>\ [[You explode on him|Friday : Party - 3 : Jan and Kate 4a]] <</if>>\ [[You play it off as a joke|Friday : Party - 3 : Jan and Kate 4b]] <<if $bitch == 1>>\ [[You blush|Friday : Party - 3 : Jan and Kate 4c]] <</if>>\

<center>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/janandkateslap.gif" height= "266" width="480"/>\ </center>\ His touch raises your hackles and anger quickly flares up inside you. Spinning around to face him, you land a heavy slap against his ear and the side of his face. ''THWAP!'' The weight of your blow sends him spinning to the ground. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"OOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!"''@@ Roars the crowd, now mocking and laughing at the guy on the ground. ''"I ain't no bitch! ...BITCH!"'' You shout down at the, still motionless, fool who tried to grab your ass. You take the opportunity to make your way back up the stairs and into the room with your clothes. Thankfully, all your gear is still here, though the girls are nowhere to be found. Not bothering to disrobe, you violently tear the fragile garments off your body in a display of masculinity and destruction therapy. Then you slowly (and painfully), unwrap your cock from it's pink prison. The relief is almost immediate as blood starts to flow back into your member. ''"FUCK!"'' you curse, nursing your tender cock, which would now look camouflaged if you flopped it onto a chessboard. Sitting on the bed, you absently begin to replace your clothes, your mind still wrestling with the drugs and the events of the night. Thoughts of violence dance through your brain; thoughts of beating everyone to a bloody pulp and burning this place to the ground. You're in no condition to enact these barbaric urges, so you elect to just smolder in silence. Since your genitals are in no condition to check//MATE// and ladies, you decide to call it a night. The trip downstairs is uncomfortable, but there's significantly less jeering due to your earlier violent reaction. Opening the front door, you walk toward your car. <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <</if>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<print "Dominance +5">> [[Next|CAR - party1janandkatedom]]

You turn to regard the boy with a crooked smile on your face. ''"That could be fun, with a slight alteration..."'' You tease, lifting the front of your tutu to give him a peek at your gift-wrapped package. His eyes bulge as he eye's your bulge. Laughing, you nudge the boy away and begin to clumsily dance around the room. ''"THE WEED FAIRY IS IN THE HOUSE!"'' You shout, loud enough to be heard over the music. The laughter from the crowd sounds less like mocking and more like genuine amusement. You dart around the room taking a draw off everyone's joint, very much like a hummingbird gathering nectar. Nearing the denser group now, you're forced to wedge yourself into the throng of people. Dancing rather aggressively, you bounce and shove your way forward, ignoring the occasional brush of hands and bodies against your ass or chest. One of the guys you pass is laughing obnoxiously and making rude comments, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Hahahaha, look at this fucking faggot!"''@@. You bare your teeth in an evil grin, taking a step towrds him. Quickly snatching him by the back of the head, you pull his face towards yours and begin flicking your tongue at him. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"AW FUCK! DUUUUDE!"''@@ He complains, leaning backward and trying to push your face away. His friends laugh hysterically and begin to paw and pinch at him playfully. You laugh at his uncomfortable reaction, turning to continue forward. Finally clearing the herd, you break out right in front of the basement door. Taking a short break to wipe some sweat from your brow, you start becoming aware of the drugs again now that you're stationary. You don't feel like fighting your way back through the meat sea, so you duck into the room. [[Basement|Friday : Party - 4 : Basement]]

His words paralyze you on the spot, waves of heat coursing through your body. When he grips your ass possessively, a fluttering feeling in your stomach propels you forward and out of his reach. Your trajectory lands you headlong into the herd of drunken people. ''//Out of the frying pan and into the fire//'' You think. Placing one hand over your chest and another covering your bulge, you try to navigate your way through the crowd. A cacophony of mocking laughter and rude comments assail you from all directions. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"FAAAAG!"''@@ says a female voice, eliciting a louder bout of laughter. Twisted, laughing faces seem to spring out of the darkness around you in the dimly lit room, hands pawing at your body. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"SHOW US YOUR TIIIITS!"''@@ Cheers a male voice, as someone tugs at the straps of your garment and bares your chest. The feelings of fear within you become very real and visceral, every unwanted touch and comment chipping away at your composure. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"EEEEEEWWW!"''@@ Cries a pretty girl that you brush up against. You have trouble breathing, gasping at the disembodied hands that grope you, it's like you're drowning in a sea of bodies. Panic takes over, causing you to blindly push your way through the crowd. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"YO!"''@@ Shouts a guy to your left, it seems you've spilled his drink all over him. Taking little mind, you continue to plow forward... but you're stopped dead in your tracks. Strong hands grip your hips from behind, pulling you backward until your ass collides with his crotch. ''"NNGHH!"'' You grunt, the feeling of being trapped redoubled now. Desperately, you try to claw your way to freedom, creating some space between your ass and his crotch. He pulls you back again, this time thrusting against you with incredible force. ''"UHHH!"'' The blow bends you in half, his hard cock pressing against you through his jeans. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"YEAAAAHHH! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!"''@@ Someone calls out, followed by a hand pressing down on your back to prevent further struggle. Tears well up in your eyes as another vicious thrust batters your frilly backside. Every subsequent thrust draws a cheer from the crowd, your mind being numbed in the process. With no hope of escape, you go limp and allow him to rhythmically pump his hips against you. In surrendering to the circumstances, your arousal begins to churn, manifested by a painful ache in your tied off genitals. Your natural reaction is to curl up into a ball, but this also makes you dead weight and frees you from the guy's clutches. A resounding sound of disappointment rings out as you scamper away through pools of spilled alcohol and cigarette butts. Nearing the outskirt of the group, most of the faces you spot are now looking at you with pity. They allow you to pass, some even patting you on the shoulder, as if to indicate that you've been a good sport. Finally seeing daylight, you break out right in front of the basement door. With no desire to turn back, you adjust your disheveled clothing and proceed through the door. [[Basement|Friday : Party - 4 : Basement]]

<<set $partykatesub = 1>>\ Opening the door to your car, you flop down onto the seat and lay your head back against the headrest. You're confused by what just transpired, and you feel weak for failing to defend Kate from Gino's forceful coupling. //''I thought she broke up with Gino... Why did Kate lie to me? Does she really want to break up with him, but afraid to tell him? Maybe she needs my help to escape him... But fuck! What am I supposed to do against a guy that size? I don't want to die over this!''// The memory of Kate's warm pussy wrapped around your cock floats to the surface of your thoughts. Your dick begins to harden again thinking about how amazing it was to be inside her. //''She does want me, I know she does... I'll do whatever it takes to be with her... And now that Gino caught us together, he's gonna be after me regardless of what I do.''// The faint sound of sirens in the distance breaks your train of thought. Immediately putting the car into gear, you take off onto the main road leading back home. [[Next|Party End Car]]

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<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/basement.jpg" width="600" height="300"></center> It's almost pitch black as you carefully descend the stairs to the basement. The room below is slightly illuminated by the glow of a television but, from this angle, you're unable to make out what's on the screen. When you begin to move closer to the couch, the sounds of a faint moaning can be heard. You're a bit concerned at first, but the source of the moaning becomes clear when the image comes into view. It appears to be some kind of an amateur sex tape, currently displaying an extreme close-up of a rather large penis penetrating a shaved pussy. You decide to sit down on the couch and watch the video, but immediately experience a wet sensation on your ass and balls. Normally, you would jump up in disgust, but you're much too intoxicated to really care. You don't smell any vomit, so you assume that someone must have spilled some alcohol on the couch. As the liquid begins to seep through your clothes, you remember that you're dressed as a ballerina. That thought, combined with a particularly urgent moan from the screen sends some blood rushing into your dick. The feeling of excitement is intermingled with pain, reminding you of the tight bindings still constricting your tied up cock. You quickly lift your frilly garment and examine your distressed member, looking for a strand of ribbon that will release you from this torment. The sound of shuffling feet from a dark corner of the room gets your attention. You stand up as fast as you can and spin to identify the stranger. The light of the television eclipses one side of your body, but fails to reach the shadowy form shambling toward you. Your hands instinctively raise up, taking on a defensive posture as you fearfully peer into the darkness. <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/alanpanties.jpg" height= "199" width="209" style="float:left;"/>\ @@color:cyan;''"O-...Orchid?".''@@ You're puzzled at first, but your brain quickly identifies the voice just as his face becomes visible. It's Alan. He looks totally wasted, with one hand absently stroking his hard cock, and the other pushing a pair of panties under his nose. You falter for a moment at the sight of him, but finally decide to: </body>\ <<if $alan > 50>>\ [[Take Advantage of Him|Friday : Party - 4 : Basement Dom]] <</if>>\ <<if $alan < 50 or $bitch > 0>>\ [[Back Away|Friday : Party - 4 : Basement Sub]] <</if>>\ [[End This|Friday : Party - 4 : Basement - End]]

You walk over to the window but can't find any way to open it from the outside. The curtains are slightly ajar, so you decide to take a look inside. What you see is jarring and upsetting. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ginobjkate.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ Kate looks a little worse for wear, you can tell Gino roughed her up a bit before forcing his cock into her reluctant mouth. He takes her by the hair and shoehorns his member deep into her throat. <<if $str >= 65 && $masc > 50>>\ As if being humiliated earlier wasn't enough, now here you are, watching this asshole defile your crush right in front of your eyes. Seething anger clenches your jaw tight and whitens your knuckles. The only thing on your mind right now is some payback! //''There must be another way in!''// [[Check the Garage|Friday : Party - 3 : Car : Garage]] <<else>> Your heart sinks down into your stomach and a feeling of weakness radiates through your limbs. There's a moment of paralysis that grips you, unable to take your eyes off them. Gino begins thrusting in and out of Kate's mouth with long, deep strokes. She offers no resistance against him, her arms hanging limply at her sides as he uses her mouth. You feel on the verge of tears when Gino pulls out and begins slapping kate in the face with his cock. The sense of helplessness from being unable to rescue Kate makes you shiver, finally turning your head away from the scene in front of you. Perhaps you've seen enough and want to go home, or does your curiosity get the better of you? [[Leave|CAR - party1katesub]] [[Keep Watching|Friday : Party - 4 : Watch]] <</if>>\

Stalking over to the garage door, you bend at the knees and yank up on the handle. It moves a bit, so you're convinced it's unlocked, but something must be jamming it shut. Hunkering down, you prepare to give the door a swift jerk with all your might. <<if $str >= 65 && $masc > 50>>\ An audible creak comes from behind the door, followed by a loud snapping sound. After that, the door slides up and overhead rather smoothly. Peering into the darkness, a flicker of moonlight dances off an object tucked away in the corner. Moving in to investigate, you're excited by what you discover. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/kryptonite.jpg" width="600" height="400"></center> You're flooded with a surge of adrenaline as you hoist the weapon up to eye level. It feels so light and agile in your hands, perfectly weighted, and absolutely deadly. Your confidence rises with every subsequent step as you cross the threshold of the doorway leading into the house. Although dimly lit, the interior hallway is sparsely littered with drunks who throw cautious glances in your direction. It makes you smile to see the fear, no, the respect that weapons inspire in people. Hefting the bat possessively, you allow it to move in your hand, lubricating your wrist and shoulder joints for the inevitable action to follow. You come to rest in front of a door, the last obstacle separating you from Gino. Without even bothering to try the handle, you rest the bat over your shoulder and boot the door with all your might. The hollow core door flies open in a hail of splinters, accompanied by a loud cracking sound that announces your arrival to those inside. Gino was attempting to force himself on Kate, fumbling with his zipper as he lay between her legs in the missionary position. The sound of your entry causes Gino to stand up very quickly, huffing and puffing as he stares at you in shock. If you could, you would be burning a hole through his chest with your gaze alone at this moment. He recognizes the look in your eyes, and only seems a little apprehensive about the weapon in your hand. His expression changes to anger; With his brow furrowed and nostrils flared, he takes a step towards you. You take two steps toward him in response, winding up for a huge swing that would likely take his head off. Midway into your swipe, he begins to duck, so you twist the bat in your hand and convert the blow into a thrust. The top of the bat impacts Gino's crown with a dull thud, and you follow it up with a swing to the belly that makes a horrible smacking sound. Gino collapses forward making a very appropriate sound, having the wind knocked out of him and potentially breaking a rib or two in the process. This doesn't dissuade you from aiming a vicious kick at his torso, ''"You piece of SHIT!"''. You continue throttling him with the bat while he tries to cover up and protect himself. ''"If you EVER! TOUCH her! AGAIN! I'LL-"'' Your statement is cut short when Gino grabs your ankle and begins to grapple with your leg. ''"RAAAAAARRR!"'' You scream out in rage, levying an overhead swing that would crush Gino's head like watermelon. @@color:pink;''"AAAAAHHH!"''@@ Kate shrieks. He narrowly avoids the attack, full blown panic now evident on his face. A few kicks at your knees is all it takes for Gino to create enough distance to scramble to his feet and race for the door. @@color:pink;''"KAAAAY!!"''@@ Kate cries, clutching at your shirt as you immediately go after him. She slows you down enough that Gino manages to get into his car by the time you reach him. Your last swing crumples the trunk of his car just before it speeds away from the house and around the corner. You're breathing heavily and staring down an empty road when Kate's fidgeting gets your attention. She's looks confused, afraid and... strangely aroused. Your arm wraps around Kate's body to pull her in for a deep kiss. It's all she can do to not go completely limp in your arms, her heart beating quickly against your chest. Your lips touch gently and you feel lost in that moment, until you hear the sound of sirens in the distance. Breaking off the kiss, you pull away from Kate's inviting embrace and retreat back into your own vehicle. <<set $kryptonite = 1>> <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <</if>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<print "Dominance +5">> [[Next|CAR - party1katedom]] <<else>> An audible creak comes from behind the door as you inch it open a little further, but you finally relent under the weight. You can't help but think that it would open if you were only a little stronger. Another desperate heave only cements the fact that you're not going to be able to get it open, so you decide to check the window instead. <<set $garage = $garage + 1>> [[back|Friday : Party - 3 : Car : Window]] <</if>>\

For some reason, you feel aroused by what you see, but also incredibly embarrassed. The pair comes back into view as you reposition youself to get a better look. Kate's demeanor has shifted from reluctant acceptance to submissive obedience, her hands coming up to gently rest on his thighs. Gino snatches her up into the air as if she was weightless, then he tosses her roughly onto the couch. She bounces awkwardly and curls up into a ball, some fear now evident on her face. The massive form of Gino bears down on Kate, stroking his cock menacingly. <<if $bitch > 0>>You can't help but admire Gino's incredible musculature, and there's one muscle in particular that impresses you most of all. His bulbous shaft is topped with a widely flared head, designed to rake out the semen of weaker males. Thoughts of Will's hard, wet body play in your mind.<</if>> The action has you pressed against the wall, your balls aching for release after your own sexcapade with Kate was abruptly cut short. An unmistakeable sense of shame heats up your face as you fish out your hard dick. As if on cue, Kate lifts her legs into the air, offering herself in a lewd display of surrender. Gino grabs her ankle and rolls her over onto her side with a brutish tug. The penetration is violent; Kate's eyes and mouth fly open in a silent scream as Gino sheathes his swollen member inside of her. You begin to helplessly jerk your dick to the rhythm of Gino's thrusts, as he finishes what you started with Kate. He gives her no quarter, slamming into her pussy with abusive force. Her body is rocked back and forth, ripples of flesh deforming her plush ass. You continue to masturbate in desperation while watching him fuck Kate senseless. <<if $bitch > 0>>Your eyes begin to wander between Gino and Kate, and for a moment, you're not sure which one of them you envy more.<</if>>The unrelenting pistoning of his cock makes Kate stretch and squirm in orgasm for a few seconds. This does nothing to slow down Gino, he continues to fuck Kate right through her orgasm, clamping a hand over her wailing mouth. She finally stops resisting, going limp, and staring off into the distance - right in your direction. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ginofuckkate.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ Your insides tense up as Kate's eyes seem to lock on to yours, the moment puts you right on the verge of orgasm. All the remaining resistance gets pumped out of Kates body, accepting the fact that Gino will use her as long and hard as he chooses. That's all it takes to drive your over the egde, gouts of semen blast out of your cock, the strands stick to the wall like a remedial Jackson Pollock painting. The intensity of your orgasm buckles you at the knees, forcing an undignified moan from your lungs that pierces through the night air. You continue to wring out your cock, panting in exhaustion when you hear the faint sound of sirens in the distance. //''Shit! Maybe someone called the cops to report a peeping tom...''// Quickly readjusting your clothes, you hurry back towards the car, leaving your shamefully spilled genetetic material plastered up against the wall. <<if $masc > 0>> <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity -5">> <</if>>\ [[Next|CAR - party1katesub]]

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<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/basement.jpg" width="600" height="300"></center> ''"It's not like that, man..."'' You sigh, ''"This girl is blitzed out of her mind. You don't feel weird taking advantage of her like this?? That's fucked up, yo"'' @@color:green;''"I'm not buying it, kid... You're just trying to worm your way into my action".''@@ He huffs and puffs, unconvinced by your guilt laced speech. ''"Shit, whatever man... If this bitch dies of alcohol poisoning while you're humping her unconscious body, that's on you...".'' This seems to get Sam's attention, slowing down his movements, he turns to look at you doubtfully. ''"For real, are you gonna look after her when you're done? Or just dump her off on this couch to maybe choke to death on her own vomit?".'' @@color:green;''"Alright, man! FUCK!"''@@ Sam growls, placing one of his feet on the couch to get a better angle on Melanie's throat. With an impatient thrust, he buries himself all the way to the root, the shape of his cock bulging out of the girl's neck. ''"DUDE! What the fuck!?".'' Melanie becomes animated, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she gurgles and sputters around Sam's brown meat. Barely pulling out of her mouth an inch, it's clear that Sam is using the entrance of her throat to get himself off. The shallow humping of her face continues at a rapid pace for about a minute before Sam's breathing signals his impending release. @@color:green;''"Oh shit, I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna- !!! AAAHHHHHHHH!"''@@ Sam roars with primal joy, his hips frozen in place while he shoots his load into Melanie's mouth. To your surprise, she takes over the motion, working her mouth all the way up and down his shaft. She noisily slurps on his dick, and you can see her neck muscles working to swallow everything he's got. @@color:green;''"AH-AH-AHHH..."''@@ Sam whines, pushing against her forehead to avoid the overstimulation. Her mouth comes off his cock with a loud pop, but she grabs it by the base before Sam can escape. Tightly squeezing him all the way up to the head produces a final blob of semen that trickles down his length. Melanie catches it with a seemingly prehensile tongue that coils halfway around his shaft, then she quickly swallows the tasty morsel. ''"Are you done...?"'' You ask, in irritation. @@color:green;''"Ahhh -whew- Yeah, you were right, she's all yours, partna".''@@ He bends down to give Melanie an affectionate stroke on the head, @@color:green;''"You go ahead and take care of my girl here, she's something special".''@@ With a final pat on the girl's head, Sam is buckling his pants and heading up the stairs. ''"asshole..."'' You mutter under your breath before going to check on Melanie. She's laying on the couch in the fetal position, licking her lips, and slowly working a hand between her legs. Her current state, and the way she milked Sam for every last drop, has you wondering if you were wrong to try and interfere with this girl's plans for the evening. //''Well, in for a penny, in for a pound...''// You figure. ''"Hey"'' You say, snapping your fingers in front of her face. ''"Melanie, are you ok? .....uhhh..... Do you want me to take you home?"'' You ask, looking for any signs of cognition in the girl. She lazily tilts her head to examine you with glassy eyes, then slowly nods her head with a sultry smile. You sigh heavily in response, ''"Alright, get yourself cleaned up..."''. It only takes a few moments for Melanie to readjust her clothes before you're climbing the basement stairs. It's a straight shot out the front door to your waiting vehicle outside. [[Next|CAR - party1melaniesam]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/basement.jpg" width="600" height="300"></center> You sigh heavily, ''"Listen, hurry the fuck up, okay?"''. Sam begins to languidly slide his long dick in and out of Melanie's mouth, clearly ignoring your request. <<if $bitch > 0>>You can't help but examine his glistening dick, accumulating more streaks of saliva with every stroke.<</if>> He maintains this pace for a few minutes until you begin to get impatient. ''"Dude, seriously, wrap this shit up."'' You plead. @@color:green;''"Just chill, yo. You can't rush art, hahaha"''@@ He giggles, pulling out of Melanie's mouth with a plop and walking around to her rear end. ''"Are you fucking kidding me right now???"'' You ask in shock. @@color:green;''"Calm the fuck down, K. I came to dig up in some pussy,"''@@ He pauses to line himself up with Melanie's pussy before slamming himself into her with a single thrust, @@color:green;''"UMMPHH!"''@@. She wails at the violent penetration as Sam continues, @@color:green;''"And that's what I'm gonna do".''@@ You can't help but shake your head at his behaviour, ''"You're an asshole, you know that?".'' <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><video width="500" height="254" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/samfuckmelanie.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ The irritation on Sam's face is plain to see, as he grabs Melanie's hips and begins to loudly slap against her from behind. You feel partly responsible for aggravating him, now that he's taking out his aggression on her. The unrelenting rod pistoning in and out of Melanie's cunt sends her into a fit of high-pitched gasps and moans. A long, sustained yelp from the girl is followed by a sloshing sound that causes her to quake and shudder. @@color:green;''"Fuck yeah..."''@@ Sam growls, grabbing her shoulder with one hand to slam her even harder, right through her climax. You're feeling very aroused by watching your friend fuck this vulnerable girl. There's just something about the way he controls her with his strength and imposes his will on her. You're not sure whether this is consensual or not, but either way, it wouldn't change the fact that he's dominating her, or... punishing her? Huffing and puffing, Sam climbs up higher on Melanie's back and begins to pound her at a downward angle. <<if $bitch > 0>>He looks even more powerful, looming tall above her with his glistening muscles flexing with every thrust. You admire him more than you ever did before, and it almost makes you feel inadequate witnessing this display of masculinity.<</if>>Sweat pours off his body as he pulls his cock almost all the way out of her pussy before ramming it home like a railroad spike. His grunts get louder and louder, as do Melanie's moans, until the basement becomes a lewd echo chamber of sound. You're so mesmerized by the sights and sounds in the room, that you just now become aware of a number of guys reaching the foot of the stairs. A loud cry from the couch reclaims your attention, and you watch as Sam unceremoniously empties his balls into Melanie's used orifice. [[Next|Friday : Party - 3 : Basement - Rescue - Wait - Gangbang]]

All sexual pictures now activated, click next to begin. <<set $pics = 1>>\ <<set $picsgay = 1>> [[Next|Monday : Morning]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/basement.jpg" width="600" height="300"></center> @@color:green;''"Goddamn, shorty... you take it like a champ!''@@ Laughs Sam, withdrawing from her pussy and zipping up his pants. Melanie appears on the verge of unconsciousness, her body stuck in the "face-down-ass-up" position. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Shit, looks like I'm up boys, hehe"''@@ laughs a tall guy who's hard cock is already in his hand. ''"Yo, I need to take her home, man, chill",'' you mutter, picking up some of Melanie's clothes. The comment earns you a sideways glance from Sam, who now silently climbs the stairs. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Yeah, that's cool... You can take her home... Once I'm done!"''@@ He announces, climbing up on Melanie's back and impaling her with his cock. A disgusting squish is followed by a pained wail from the girl. ''"The fuck you doing, man?!"'' You complain, moving to confront the guy. One of the other guys shoves you away, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Ay! back up, punk".''@@ Turning to confront this new opponent has the same result, you're pushed from behind once again by yet another one of the boys. Soon enough, you're at the end of a line that has formed behind Melanie. The final guy pushes you backward onto a chair @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Sit your ass down".''@@ You're tempted to stand back up and reassert yourself, but there's just so many of them, and you're afraid of what they might do to you. Instead, you resign yourself to watching the drunken boys have their way with Melanie. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/melaniegroup.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ They proceed to fuck her mercilessly, ravishing her nubile body with their greedy members. Each one takes his turn, using her as nothing more than a collection of holes. They're brutish in their comments and behaviour, dehumanizing her with every crude remark. The primal nature of their conquest has a profound effect on you, not limited to your hardening dick. Melanie howls in pain and pleasure every time one of her holes is forced open by another cock. Her nipples are hard as a rock, and every inch of her body is covered in sweat and goosebumps. The helpless look on her face makes it clear that she is trapped, and all she can do is... get fucked. Even though Melanie is not somebody close to you, your failure to protect her tonight weighs heavily on you. ''//What if she WAS my girlfriend? ... What if she was my WIFE?//'' You think, the humiliation of it sending a shiver through your body. It takes great restraint to resist rubbing your cock right now. The guys give a drunken roar each time one of them floods her pussy with cream. After four big loads, semen is pouring and dripping out of her gaping fuck hole. A few of them walk past you on the way to the stairs, not bothering to put away their cocks.<<if $bitch > 0>> You can't help but gape at their swollen dicks as they pass you at eye-level from your position in the chair. Something about them makes you feel weak and ineffectual.<</if>> You don't want to admit it, but you do feel intimidated by the group as they lazily shuffle up the stairs. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"She's all yours!"''@@ Shouts down a voice you recognize as their leader. His remark is followed by a chorus of lecherous cackling. You go over to check on Melanie, and she seems surprisingly responsive, sitting up almost instantly and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. You're taken aback when she opens her legs and begins pushing glob after glob of chunky seed out of her wrecked cunt. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/melaniecreampie.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ It's disgusting, but you also feel bad for her, so you help her clean up with some discarded drink napkins. Leading her up the stairs, you make sure the coast is clear before ushering her down the hall, out the front door, and toward your car. <<if $masc == 5>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <</if>>\ [[Next|CAR - party1melaniegang]]

<<set $party1melaniegang = 1>>\ <<set $melanie = $melanie + 5>>\ You walk Melanie over to the passenger side and layer some of your old fast food bags onto the seat before helping her into the car. //''Hopefully I don't end up with a semen-milkshake all over my seat.''// You think, as you walk around to join her inside the car. Taking the wheel in one hand, you fire up the engine and turn your head to regard Melanie. ''"So... Melanie"'' You say. She has no reaction to you, staring forward through the windshield, her breathing still faster than normal. ''"Melanie?"'' You ask, trying to get her attention. Lazily turning her head in your direction, she gives you a shy smile. ''"Uhhh... Where do you live?"'' You ask, trying not to sound impatient. She points forward down the street, then crooks her finger to the left, indicating you should turn at the corner. ''"Can't you talk??"'' You blurt out, failing to moderate your patience. Her response is to take a shy and submissive posture, bowing her head and trying to curl up into a ball. You decide to not press the issue, and allow her to guide the way with somatic gestures. The neighborhood is starting to look very familiar, and when she points to a nearby driveway, it dawns upon you. She lives right next door to Bonnie. ''"Do you know.. Bonnie?"'' You ask, the trepidation evident in the tone of your voice. A look of fear darkens Melanie's face for a moment, then she quickly opens the door and darts toward the side of her house. You're taken aback by how fast she moved, and annoyed that she left your door hanging open. Leaning over to close the door, you can't help but wonder what Bonnie might have done to that girl. [[Next|Party End Car]]

<<set $party1janandkatedom = 1>>\ The crisp night air fills your lungs and cools your skin, immediately making your mind feel clearer and more alert. Opening the door to your car, you flop down onto the seat and lay your head back against the headrest. You're still incredibly angry at how the situation played out with Jan and Kate. //''Why did they try that shit with me? Like I'm some kind of punk-ass bitch. I see how it is though... These bitches won't play me like that again, play time's over.''// The faint sound of sirens in the distance breaks your train of thought. Immediately putting the car into gear, you take off onto the main road leading back home. [[Next|Party End Car]]

<<if $weed >= 10>>\ While making your way through the house, several people approach you looking for weed. You break out at least ten dime bags and make a hundred bucks. //''Shit, I knew there was a reason I brought this sack''// <<set $weed = $weed - 10>>\ <<set $money = $money + 100>> <<print "Weed -10">> <<print "Money +100">> <</if>>\ You smile as a pleasant heat fills you, the substance in your body beginning to take effect. Completing a full trip around the house, you decide to check out the: [[Living Room|Friday : Party : Living Room]] [[Kitchen|Friday : Party : Kitchen]] [[Bathroom|Friday : Party : Bathroom]] [[Back Yard|Friday : Party : Back Yard]]

With a delirious grin, Alan lurches forward, throwing his arms around your neck and pushing his tongue into your mouth. You're disgusted by the taste, turning your face away and grappling with his upper body. One of his hands reaches down to grip your ass before you're able to hip toss him onto the couch. The brief trip through the air seems to have afflicted Alan with a mild spell of dizziness. The lack of sexual release throughout the night has you in a state of desperate arousal. You make your move, straddling his chest and flopping your tied cock right on his face. He struggles weakly as you begin to slowly unravel the ribbons imprisoning your throbbing member. You speak in a high-pitched female voice while positioning your balls right over Alan's mouth, ''"Lick Orchid's balls, baby"''. Lost in lust, Alan begins to mewl and gently lick the underside of your scrotum. Throwing your head back in pleasure, you catch a glimpse of what's happening in the video. The shaky image, clearly being shot in a camcorder pov style, shows a blond girl being fucked from behind. She's facing away from the camera, but her plump ass is rippling with every thrust. The final length of ribbon painfully clings to your tender dick, forcing you to slow down in order to peel it off comfortably. Alan seems to share in the anticipation, pulling both of your testicles into his mouth and humming eagerly. The exposed portion of your cock is swollen to nearly double its regular thickness, and criss-crossed with red bands of flesh. You feel an incredible build up of pressure as you get nearer and nearer to removing the ribbon, when a loud roar from the television demands your attention. You can now see the girl's face, it's Kate as a blonde! She happily looks up at the cock jerking right in front of her with her mouth wide open. With a grunt, the unidentified stranger fires a blast of white liquid that splatters against her forehead. At that moment, the ribbon abruptly comes free and releases the pressure on your cock. You orgasm instantly, a river of cum spews out over your gland and travels down the checkered contours of your shaft. ''"OOOHHHHHHH"'' you wail, watching Kate's face continue to be splattered with endless ropes of sperm. Your own load ends up running down to your balls, where Alan hungrily slurps it up. The stimulation is too much to endure, so you angle your hips downward to pull your balls out of Alan's mouth. This causes your cum drenched cock to audibly slap against his face like a wet sponge. He desperately licks up and down your shaft, briefly catching the head in his mouth before you manage to pull it away and get to your feet. Alan is a pitiful sight... His face smeared with cum as he urgently tugs away at his under-sized member. He nearly manages to grab your cock with his free hand, but you back away quickly and start heading for the stairs. @@color:cyan;''"WAAAAIIT"''@@ Alan whines, trying to sit up. You speed up, determined to flee the scene before he can get a better look at you. @@color:cyan;''"ORCHID!"''@@ Is the last word you hear before shutting the basement door from the top of the steps. You get more than a few strange looks as you head for the front door, recalling that your rear end is soaking wet. <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <</if>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<print "Dominance +5">> [[Next|CAR - party1alandom]]

''"W-"'' You begin to say, before Alan lurches forward, throws his arms around your waist and pushes his tongue into your mouth. You're disgusted by the taste, averting your face and attempting to push him away. His hands find your ass, squeezing your cheeks roughly and pushing his hard cock against your abdomen. The stimulation has your muscles feeling like jelly, and your mouth opens to emit a quivering sigh as his drunken hands explore your body. That moment of submission is all it takes for Alan to crowd you backward until you're sitting on the couch with him standing over you. A mild dizzy spell ensues when you fall onto the couch, which is immediately followed by a wet, prodding sensation on your cheeks and chin. You vision begins to clear when the object parts your lips, carrying a very distinct taste with it. It soon becomes clear that Alan is pushing his cock into your mouth, and there's very little you can do in response. His swollen head drags against your tongue as his silky shaft glides between your lips. @@color:cyan;''"OHHHH YESSSSS"''@@ He moans. You gag when his cock nears the back of your throat, causing you to recoil by pushing against his thighs. @@color:cyan;''"NO! Please baby, pleeease!"''@@ He begs, gripping your head with both hands and thrusting his hips against your face. The violent motion easily overcomes your arm strength, burying Alan's cock in your mouth, his hairy balls resting on your chin. He holds you in place for a few seconds before allowing you to push him backward, only to ram his way back in with a happy grunt. Over and over again, his insistent hips and thighs defeat your arms, breaking down your resistance with every stroke. Eventually, your hands are gently resting on his thighs as you allow him to fuck your mouth with reckless abandon. The steady battering keeps you partially dazed, but you manage to catch a glimpse of what's happening in the video. You can now see the girl's face, it's Kate as a blonde! She dumbly looks up at the camera while a large cock pumps in and out of her mouth at a rapid pace. Her expression is difficult to read; she's almost completely blank, except for an underlying desperation in her eyes. You absently wonder what your own face looks like right now, when a particularly strong thrust draws your attention back to Alan. Fortunately, his dick isn't long enough to enter your throat, but that doesn't stop him from him from trying. His constant thrusting and grinding has gouts of saliva bubbling out of your mouth and around his shaft. The frothy liquid rolls down your face and gets transferred onto his scrotum as it slaps against your chin in a hypnotic rhythm. In one sudden motion, his cock is pulled completely free of your mouth. You take a moment to catch your breath, but it's a short reprieve. Alan catches a hold of your hair and shoves you facedown on the couch, quickly mounting you from behind. You immediately panic, ''"WAIT! Alan, stop! It's me, it's K!"'' He's too drunk and horny to care at this point, pinning you down and humping against your clothed backside. This position stimulates your tied cock, causing both pain and pleasure as Alan eagerly grinds against you. A loud moan from the television draws your gaze, just in time to see a closeup of Kate's pussy being stretched open to accommodate a fat cock. Without pause, the muscled stranger begins to violently ream out her shaved cunt, causing pained yelps to fill the room. The various stimuli have you temporarily paralyzed and you become better acquainted with the moisture on the couch. From this close, you detect the heavy scent of semen coming from the patch of fabric your face is currently resting on. You're momentarily disgusted, but your heart jumps into your throat when you feel and hear your leggings being torn open. ''"AAAAHHHH!!"'' You scream, bucking and fighting against Alan's grip. @@color:cyan;''"Come on, K! UNGH!"''@@ He grunts into your ear, trying to get his cock into position. @@color:cyan;''"Let me fuck you"''@@ He pleads, pushing his slimy cockhead against your asshole. @@color:cyan;''"I won't tell anyone"''@@ He promises, now insistently trying to cram his dick up your ass by force. <<if $masc > 0>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <</if>>\ [[Fight as hard as you can|Friday : Party - 4 : Basement Sub crazy]] [[Hesitate|Friday : Party - 4 : Basement Sub hesitate]]

With a delirious grin, Alan lurches forward, throwing his arms around your neck and pushing his tongue into your mouth. You're disgusted by the taste, turning your face away and grappling with his upper body. One of his hands reaches down to grip your ass before you're able to hip toss him onto the couch. The brief trip through the air seems to have afflicted Alan with a mild spell of dizziness. You take the opportunity to extricate yourself from this compromising situation. Swatting away his grasping hands, you hop away with a drunken shimmy, stumbling just as you reach the foot of the steps. @@color:cyan;''"WAAAAIIT"''@@ Alan whines, trying to sit up. You speed up, determined to flee the scene before he can get a better look at you. @@color:cyan;''"ORCHID!"''@@ Is the last word you hear before shutting the basement door from the top of the steps. You get more than a few strange looks as you head for the front door, recalling that your rear end is soaking wet. [[Next|CAR - party1alanend]]

<<set $party1alandom = 1>>\ The crisp night air fills your lungs and cools your skin, immediately making your mind feel clearer and more alert. Opening the door to your car, you flop down onto the seat and lay your head back against the headrest. //''How did this happen?? I'm dressed as a ballerina, and I took advantage of Alan! Fuck, I need to stop doing drugs... or at least cut down.''// The faint sound of sirens in the distance breaks off your train of thought. Immediately putting the car into gear, you take off onto the main road leading back home. [[Next|Party End Car]]

You shriek at the invasion, kicking, flailing and bucking as hard as you can to escape Alan's clutches. A blind elbow catches him on the temple and the two of you roll off the couch onto the floor. You fight and wrestle against his greasy hands while his hard cock flops around between your legs. Still in a panic, you continue to wallop him with blows until you find an opening to get back on your feet. Stepping lightly, you manage to hop away from Alan's grasping hands that claw at your ankles. Without ever looking back, you dart towards the staircase. @@color:cyan;''"Wait! K!"''@@ He calls out behind you. You don't respond, now tripping and scrambling to climb the stairs on all fours. The faint sound of Alan's voice is cut off when you make it to the top and out the door. @@color:cyan;''"K, I'm sorr-"''@@ It's not far to the front door, but you turn quite a few heads on the way. You only hope they didn't see that your leggings were torn right at the ass. Either way, you make it out the door without incident and quickly reach the safety of your car. [[Next|CAR - party1alansuck]]

You throw your head back and gasp when his cockhead begins the stretch your hole. By instinct, you squeeze your ass tight as a last line of defense, but those same muscles control the flexing of your cock. A painful sensation erupts from your lower abdomen, no doubt the consequence of your tightly bound member. Alan pulls back and pushes against your ass repeatedly, each thrust producing more and more precum that serves to further lubricate your opening. And each time, you squeeze your muscles tightly, gritting through the pain in your cock to stop his assault. With a grunt, Alan pushes as hard as he can against your quivering hole, and you match him with all the resistance you can muster. The horrible stabbing pain in your abdomen reaches its zenith, pushing you past any natural threshold for pain, and you have no choice but to relax your muscles in response. The immediate relief of one pain is replaced by another as Alan forces open your little hole and sheathes at least half of his cock inside you. ''"AAAAAAAAHHHmmmmmpppppppp!!!"'' You wail, as your face is pushed down into the couch to muffle your cries. The burning pain of your stretched sphincter is accompanied by the sickening sensation of having your innards rearranged - for HIS pleasure. @@color:cyan;''"UUUUUUHHHHH!"''@@ Alan moans into your ear, his body smothering you and his cock rapidly worming its way deeper into your colon. He begins to rapidly hump you with shallow strokes, licking and biting your neck like an animal. Your drug-addled mind is unable to process the situation while your body is being pummeled like this. The lights begin to dim, your consciousness slowly slipping away to the sound of ecstatic moans from the TV and the rhythmic thumping of Alan's hips. <<if $masc > 0>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <</if>>\ [[Next|Friday : Party - 4 : Basement Sub hesitate flee]]

<<set $party1jandom = 1>>\ The crisp night air fills your lungs and cools your skin, immediately making your mind feel clearer and more alert. Opening the door to your car, you flop down onto the seat and lay your head back against the headrest. You feel betrayed by Jan, and stupid for lavishing her with affections and attention that she didn't deserve. //''She obviously wants a strong, dominant guy who just takes what he wants. Maybe I should try that... But what if she really doesn't like me, and I force myself on her? I don't want to go up for rape charges or something...''// The faint sound of sirens in the distance breaks your train of thought. Immediately putting the car into gear, you take off onto the main road leading back home. [[Next|Party End Car]]

<<set $partykatedom = 1>>\ You feel exhilarated by what just happened, and the urgency of the nearing sirens has your heart beating a mile a minute. You put the car into gear and head for the main road as your mind runs wild. //''I did it... I fucking DID IT! Fuck Gino! If he wants some more, I got more for him. Cock-blocking motherfucker... I was soooo clooose...''// Your thoughts drift back to Kate. //''I wonder why she lied to me... She must have been afraid to confront Gino about it directly. That's why she was hanging off me all night, she needed me to step up and handle that fucker.''// You smile broadly, a warm feeling of accomplishment washing over your body. Leaning back in the seat, you settle in for the ride. [[Next|Party End Car]]

<<set $party1alanend = 1>>\ The crisp night air fills your lungs and cools your skin, immediately making your mind feel clearer and more alert. Opening the door to your car, you flop down onto the seat and lay your head back against the headrest. You immediate begin to unwrap your aching cock, the tight ribbons give way to tender, depressed flesh. //''How did this happen?? I'm dressed as a ballerina, and I almost got raped by Alan! Fuck, I need to stop doing drugs... or at least cut down.''// The last bit of ribbon comes loose and you feel a great relief as the blood begins to flow back into your dick. You cradle your checker-patterned member and gently squeeze it, hoping to promote better circulation. The faint sound of sirens in the distance interrupts you. Immediately putting the car into gear, you take off onto the main road leading back home. [[Next|Party End Car]]

<<set $party1alansuck = 1>>\ The crisp night air fills your lungs and cools your skin, immediately making your mind feel clearer and more alert. Opening the door to your car, you flop down onto the seat and lay your head back against the headrest. You immediately begin to unwrap your aching cock, the tight ribbons giving way to tender, depressed flesh. //''How did this happen?? I'm dressed as a ballerina, and I... I sucked Alan's dick! He would have fucked me if I didn't stop him, and I felt so... so... Fuck, I need to stop doing drugs... or at least cut down.''// The last bit of ribbon comes loose and you feel a great relief as the blood begins to flow back into your dick. You cradle your checker-patterned member and gently squeeze it, hoping to promote better circulation. The faint sound of sirens in the distance interrupts you. Immediately putting the car into gear, you take off onto the main road leading back home. [[Next|Party End Car]]

<<set $party1samdom = 1>>\ <<set $melanie = $melanie - 5>>\ The crisp night air fills your lungs and cools your skin, immediately making your mind feel clearer and more alert. Opening the door to your car, you flop down onto the seat and lay your head back against the headrest. You feel elated, basking in the afterglow of your recent orgasm. Melanie's well used pussy was a fine conquest, even if you had to share her with Sam. //''That was some sweet pussy, I'll have to check on Melanie again if I can't get some higher level trim, haha. What a dirty slut she is, taking both of us at the same time. Well, now both of them know who the top dog really is''// The faint sound of sirens in the distance breaks your train of thought. ''"Let the big dog eat!"'' You cheer, immediately putting the car into gear and taking off down the main road leading back home. [[Next|Party End Car]]

<<set $party1samsub = 1>>\ <<set $melanie = $melanie - 5>>\ The crisp night air fills your lungs and cools your skin, immediately making your mind feel clearer and more alert. Opening the door to your car, you flop down onto the seat and lay your head back against the headrest. You feel elated, basking in the afterglow of your recent orgasm. Melanie was a fine conquest, even if you had to share her with Sam. //''That was an amazing feeling, her little mouth impaled on my dick as I filled her with cream. Hopefully I'll get in those guts next time, and hopefully Sam won't take it all for himself. I wonder if things would have played out the same way if Sam wasn't there to take charge though. He was so... dominant.''// The faint sound of sirens in the distance breaks your train of thought. You immediately put the car into gear and take off down the main road leading back home. [[Next|Party End Car]]

<<set $party1melaniesam = 1>>\ <<set $melanie = $melanie + 5>>\ You help Melanie into the passenger seat, then walk around to join her inside the car. Taking the wheel in one hand, you fire up the engine and turn your head to regard Melanie. ''"So... Melanie"'' You say. She has no reaction to you, staring forward through the windshield, her breathing still faster than normal. ''"Melanie?"'' You ask, trying to get her attention. Lazily turning her head in your direction, she gives you a shy smile. ''"Uhhh... Where do you live?"'' You ask, trying not to sound impatient. She points forward down the street, then crooks her finger to the left, indicating you should turn at the corner. ''"Can't you talk??"'' You blurt out, failing to moderate your patience. Her response is to take a shy and submissive posture, bowing her head and trying to curl up into a ball. You decide to not press the issue, and allow her to guide the way with somatic gestures. The neighborhood is starting to look very familiar, and when she points to a nearby driveway, it dawns upon you. She lives right next door to Bonnie. ''"Do you know.. Bonnie?"'' You ask, the trepidation evident in the tone of your voice. A look of fear darkens Melanie's face for a moment, then she quickly opens the door and darts toward the side of her house. You're taken aback by how fast she moved, and annoyed that she left your door hanging open. Leaning over to close the door, you can't help but wonder what Bonnie might have done to that girl. [[Next|Party End Car]]

<center><video width="500" height="281" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/drivehome.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ It's very late at night, and there's scarcely a car on the road in your suburban habitat. The lights and lines of the street guide your path, but also seem to hypnotize you with their soft glow. Your brain is still in a daze from the party, with scattered thoughts spinning through your mind like an eddy, and a persistent buzzing in your ears from the loud music. When you focus, and try to tune into that distortion sound in your ears, music begins to play. You can hear it clear as day, and switch songs at a whim without ever missing a beat. It's as if you're some kind of biological DJ. A smile crosses your lips when you compose a particularly clever mix of songs. Up ahead, you spot the intersection where you have to turn left. In craning your neck to check your blind spot, you feel a wave of dizziness wash over you. When you look back at the road, you're horrified to find that you've inadvertently switched two lanes and are veering toward the guardrail on the right. ''"OH SHIT!"'' You shout, mashing down on the brake panel and jerking the wheel in the opposite direction. Within a few seconds, you come to a screeching halt at the side of the road. The shock of the moment has you quivering all over with violent tremors that threaten to shake your body to pieces. You try and breathe deeply through the rapid pounding of your heart, but it takes a while before the sheer panic subsides. All the while, you're thinking; //''What the fuck am I doing??''// //''What if there were other cars on the road?? I could have just died! And... I could have killed someone else!''// ''"You fucking IDIOT!"'' You shout, slamming your fist against the steering wheel. The more you think about the situation, the calmer and more lucid you become. It suddenly dawns on you that you're pulled over on the side of the road, and the police could arrive at any moment. Duly chastened by your own mental self-flagellation, you roll down all the windows and decide to carefully proceed back onto the road. The dizziness remains, but you try to mitigate its impact by limiting the motion of your head, relying instead on eyeball movement. The static in your ears threatens to steal your attention away at any moment, forcing you to block it out and concentrate on the road. //''Please let me just make it home...''// The rest of the trip is completely uneventful, but you're incredibly relieved to pull up into your driveway completely unscathed. All you can think about is getting to bed. Fumbling your way up to your room, you faceplant onto the bed as the world spins around you. [[Sleep until the next morning|Saturday : Wake up]]

You awaken to a rumbling sound, and the warm stench of alcohol. It soon becomes clear that Alan is passed out on top of you, snoring, with his cock still lodged in your ass. The memory of what happened quickly replays in your mind, and you feel weak and vulnerable in response. You're afraid to move a muscle, worried about waking Alan and incurring the wrath of his cock. After a few minutes, you begin to panic... you need to get out of here. Slowly serpentining out from under Alan, you feel his dick slither out of your sore hole with a slurping sound. An immediate sense of relief comes over you, as well as a feeling of emptiness. Your heart jumps when his arms lazily shift just as you're escaping his clutches and getting to your feet. Every step you take is a reminder of Alan's violation, manifested by an aching soreness in your now deflowered anus. When you begin to climb the steps, you feel his load trickling down the inside of your thighs. You rush out of the house as fast as you can manage, hoping that nobody catches sight of you in this state. <<if $masc > 0>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>> <<print "Masculinity -5">> <</if>>\ [[Next|CAR - party1alanfuck]]

<<set $party1alanfuck = 1>>\ The crisp night air fills your lungs and cools your skin, immediately making your mind feel clearer and more alert. Opening the door to your car, you layer the seat with old fast food bags, then gently ease yourself down onto the seat with your head back against the headrest. You immediately begin to unwrap your aching cock, the tight ribbons giving way to tender, depressed flesh. When the last bit of ribbon comes loose, you feel a great relief as a stream of cum oozes out of your dick. //''Wha-? Did I cum from getting fucked in the ass?''// You catch sight of yourself in the rearview mirror but quickly avert your gaze - you can't even look yourself in the eyes after the humiliation you suffered tonight. Cradling your checker-patterned member, you gently squeeze it, hoping to promote better circulation. The faint sound of sirens in the distance interrupts you. Immediately putting the car into gear, you take off onto the main road leading back home. [[Next|Party End Car]]

<<set $day = $day + 1>>\ <<set $high = 0>>\ <<set $clothes = 1>>\ __''Day: 6 - Saturday''__ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/alarm1.jpg" height= "100" width="220" style="float:left;"/>//<big>CREEEK CREEEEK CREEEK</big>//-You slap your alarm clock hard, knocking it off the nightstand and sending it clattering to the floor. </body> ''"Uggghhhhh"'' You groan in response to the pounding of your aching head, it throbs with every beat of your heart. Fetching a conveniently placed bottle of painkillers from a nearby drawer, you swallow two pills dry and lay your head back on the pillow. Some time later, you reawaken to a minor nagging headache, but nothing that is unmanageable. Shambling to your feet, you somehow manage to navigate your way to the bathroom like a zombie. Kicking into auto-pilot, you complete your morning ritual. Stepping into the shower, you lean against the wall as the hot water permeates your skin, washing away the filth of the night before. Dousing your head under the spray, you can feel the tension and anxiety melt away as you gradually increase the temperature. Soon, your muscles feel loose, and your mind feels clear. Refreshed, you step out of the shower and briskly dry yourself off before brushing your teeth. Dressing in your jeans and hoodie, you head down to the kitchen looking for something to eat. Within minutes, you can smell your coffee brewing as beams of light shine through the kitchen window, slightly refracted from the imperfections in the glass. You sit in silence, sipping away at your coffee while smoking a cigarette and staring in wonder at the picturesque beauty of nature. Suddenly, an unnatural sound pierces through your tranquil moment. //<big>BRRRING-BRRRING</big>// [[Answer the phone|Saturday : Morning]]

''"Hello?"'' You mumble. @@color:cyan;''"Kev! Are you playing today? It's almost two o'clock!"''@@ Asks Ivan, clearly hoping that you will join him in your weekly roleplaying session. ''"Hey Ivan, uhhh... Sure, I'll come over to your place in like a half hour or something, cool?"'' You answer with a finality that implies you're ending the conversation. @@color:cyan;''"W-W-W-WAIT! WAIT! KEV??"''@@ Ivan stammers. You sigh, ''"What, man?"''. @@color:cyan;''"We're playing over at Ted's place, I'll meet you there, ok?"''@@ Adds Ivan. ''"Oh, Ted's? Alright, alright... I'll check you there."'' @@color:cyan;''"NICE! See you later, Kev!"''@@ ''"Laters..."'' You hang up the phone and exhale loudly. With your coffee consumed and you cigarette burned, the magic of nature seems to have slipped away. The moment having passed, you head outside and fire up the engine of your car. [[Drive to Ted's Place|Saturday : Ted's Place]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/tedbasement.jpg" width="535" height="387"></center> Pulling into the driveway, you enter through the side door of Ted's house and descend the steep stairway into the basement. The room is unfinished, with exposed fixtures clinging to wooden studs divided by pink insulation. A large table dominates the center of the room, it's littered with books, maps, figurines and dice of all shapes and sizes. Ted is sitting at the head of the table, in the game master's position. <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ted.gif" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Ted is a little older than you, having already finished college, and quite a bit larger than you, easily weighing over 300 pounds. He lives in his parent's basement and tends to behave like a petulant child when annoyed. He also loves Monty Python, and can recite entire movie scenes from memory. </body> @@color:teal;''"Kevin, you're late! I don't have all day to sit around while you take your sweet ass time to come over"''@@ Ted huffs and puffs as he chastises you. ''”Ted…”'' You begin with a sigh, ''"Shut up… I had a rough night, okay? And why are you the GM anyways? I thought Ivan was running his new campaign.”'' @@color:teal;''"Because! It’s my PLACE! It’s my GEAR! So I’M THE GM! AND IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT, THEN YOU CAN-“''@@ <small>@@color:purple;''"THEODORE! NO YELLING!!”''@@</small> Comes a distant voice from the floor above that you identify as Ted’s mother. @@color:teal;''"MOOOOM! WE’RE PLAYING!!!”''@@ Ted whines. <small>@@color:purple;''"DON’T BRAY, THEODORE!”''@@</small> She scolds. @@color:teal;''"I DON’T BRAAAY!”''@@ He responds, braying. You exchange an amused look with Ivan, who is subtly hiding a smile behind the back of his hand. Ted catches a glimpse of your mockery and explodes again. @@color:teal;''"You know what!? FUCK YOU GUYS!”''@@ He curses, his voice cracking as if he’s on the verge of tears. @@color:cyan;''"Teddy, wait! We’re sorry, ok? Just calm down, man“''@@. Ivan implores, standing up with his arms extended in an offering of peace. It seems to work, but Ted is still red-faced and breathing at an irregular pace. ''”Fine… You can be GM Ted… AGAIN.”'' You concede, somewhat reluctantly. This seems to raise Ted's spirits a bit, and he bends down to shuffle some papers behind his GM screen. You get yourself situated, taking the seat next to Ivan and opposite Ted. When he reappears, it's with two small boxes that he places on your side of the table. Ivan snatches up one of the boxes and begins to eagerly unwrap it, reminiscent of a child on christmas morning. This spurs your curiosity, and you start tearing into your own box. <<if $roh == 1>>\ Inside the box is what appears to be a short, furry loin cloth and a studded leather headband. Underneath the clothing is a character sheet that you recognize, "Roh the Impaler". A smile crosses your lips, and you turn to see a look of horror on Ivan's face as he withdraws a white piece of cloth from his box. @@color:cyan;''"I... Teddy, I don't know if I can wear this"''@@. Ivan says in a pleading tone, his cheeks flushing when he pulls the short garment fully out of the box. @@color:teal;''"Go get changed, we're about ready to start"''@@. Ted orders, completely ignoring Ivan's uncertainty. [[Go get changed|Roh change]] <<else>>\ Inside the box, you find a silken cloth fashioned into a short gown and a flowery hair clip. Underneath the clothing is a character sheet, "Jain the light". You frown, swiveling your head over to see an excited Ivan retrieving a furry loin cloth and studded leather headband from his own box. @@color:teal;''"Go get changed, we're about ready to start"''@@. Ted orders. [[Accept and go get changed|Jain change]] [[Object|Jain object]] <</if>>\

<body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ted.gif" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Ted is a little older than you, having already finished college, and quite a bit larger than you, easily weighing over 300 pounds. He lives in his parent's basement and tends to behave like a petulant child when annoyed. He also loves Monty Python, and can recite entire movie scenes from memory. </body> <<back>>

You stride towards the bathroom with your costume, pausing in the doorway to spot Ivan ducking into the attached bedroom. There isn't much room to maneuver in the the cramped bathroom, which is just big enough to contain a toilet and sink. Your elbows bump into the walls while you're trying to remove your shirt. An edge of the garment catches onto the toilet paper dispenser, knocking it off the wall and clattering to the floor. ''"Shit..."'' You curse, wathing the roll of toilet paper unwind a short distance across the floor. Bending down to pick it up, a beam of light shines into your eye. There is a hole in the wall behind the dispenser, affording you a clear view into the adjacent bedroom. Curiosity gets the best of you, and you press your face against the wall to get a good look. Ivan is standing in the middle of the room completely naked. [[I don't want to see that|Roh change : dont look]] [[Keep looking|Roh change : keep looking]]

You're exhausted by the time you make it back home, time always flies by quickly when you're gaming. <<if $plugjain == 1 or $plugroh == 1>>Shedding your clothes onto the floor, you remove and store the plug before climbing into bed and falling asleep shortly after your head hits the pillow.<<else>>Shedding your clothes onto the floor, you climb into bed and fall asleep shortly after your head hits the pillow.<</if>>. [[Next|Sunday Morning]] --- [[SKIP WEEK 2 AND CONTINUE RPG|Week 2 : Saturday : Morning]]

Ivan darts into the bathroom, giving you a cheeky smile before he closes the door. A bit slower on the uptake, you slowly plod your way to the attached bedroom, making sure to lock the door behind you. The walls are thin, and you can hear Ivan banging around in the bathroom, likely struggling with his outfit. Your own costume looks a lot skimpier than you originally thought, which becomes obvious when you drape it across your body to judge the size. With a sigh, you begin to strip off your clothes, folding them up and placing them on a nearby chair. When you pull the gown over your head, the silky fabric glides down your body, tantalizing your nipples as it drags over your chest. It's very tight, hugging your chest and hips, but barely reaching your mid-thigh in length. Brushing a lock of your chin-length hair over one ear, you affix the flower hair clip accessory into place. <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/gown.jpg" width="252" height="341"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/flowerclip.jpg" width="341" height="341"> <<set $clothes = 1>> </center> You step out into the hall, feeling very awkward at being dressed as a girl. The fabric travels with every move you make, caressing your skin and threatening to ride up your thighs with every step. Ivan does a double take when he spots you, then covers his mouth and begins to giggle uncontrollably. You glare at him and purse your lips in disapproval. When you catch eyes with Ted however, it's a completely different experience. He leers at you with a penetrating gaze that immediately makes you feel uncomfortable, and more cognisant about the possibility of having your genitals exposed. You immediately begin to pull down on the hem of your gown, hoping to preserve your modesty. Ted never flinches, his predatory eyes drinking you in from head to toe. A heat begins to spread over your face and you drop your gaze to the floor. //''I must be red as a beet... Ugghh, I can still feel his eyes on me''// @@color:cyan;''"Ummm... Guys?"''@@ says Ivan. @@color:teal;''"Ahem.. Right, Kevin, sit your ass down so we can get started."''@@ Ted announces with a somewhat choked up voice. You sit down very quickly and the gown climbs up your leg, baring your upper thighs. Tugging on the hem has little effect now, the fabric is stretched to its limit and you're afraid it may tear. Instead, you clamp your knees shut, cross your arms, and study the character sheet on the table in front of you. You and Ivan are both startled when Ted bolts upright and projects his voice, @@color:teal;''"IT BEGINS!"''@@. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/dnd.jpg" width="267" height="252"></center> [[Begin|Begin Jain]] [[Skip RPG|Saturday Night]]

''"Oh come on... This is pushing it a bit too far."'' You complian, ''"I'm not wearing this shit"''. @@color:cyan;''"Haha, come on, K. You picked Jain as your character in the alcove at school just before Will-"''@@ Ivan cuts his sentence short as you shoot him a warning look. ''"That's when it was just the two of us, to test out your campaign. I didn't know Jabba over here-"'' Glancing at Ted for a second, you're annoyed by the smug grin plastered all over his face, ''"-would be drooling all over the closest thing he's ever seen to a girl, outside of his mom"''. Ted loses his temper again, flushing red and standing upright in his chair. He's about to explode, but Ivan quickly interjects, @@color:cyan;''"W-w-wait! Guys, wait! It's alright, K. You don't have to do anything that makes you feel weird, we can just switch, I'm cool with that"''@@. @@color:teal;''"NO!"''@@ Ted husks out, his jowls quivering, @@color:teal;''"No switching! No trading! No negotiating! I didn't set all this up so you can fuck around and waste my time!"''@@ He walks aruond the table, picks up the gown and pushes it to your chest, @@color:teal;''"Put it on! And stop being such a pussy!"''@@. [[Accept|Accept Ted]] [[Reject|Reject Ted]]

You pull back and replace the toilet paper dispenser. Standing up, finally having removed your shirt, you lower your pants in one quick motion. Soon, you're walking proudly out of the bathroom, bare-chested, with nothing but a layer of fur between your cock and the open air - it feels very liberating. <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/loincloth.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/headband.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <<set $clothes = 6>> </center> Ted gives a chuckle at the sight of you, but rolls his eyes when you start to flex in various obnoxious poses. You take a seat and start looking over your character sheet, awaiting Ivan's return. The thump of the the bedroom door turns your head, and Ivan finally comes into view. He's wearing a white, scant robe, barely reaching down to his knees, with a flower clip accessory pinned into his blonde hair. The awkward way Ivan is standing strikes you as comical, and you can stop from giggling. You turn to smile at Ted who is probably equally amused - but he's not. A wide-eyed, far away look is in his eyes, and he seems frozen in place. You look back at Ivan, who's face is red as a beet, gripping the hem of his gown in apprehension. ''"Uh... Hello?"'' You question, not directed at either of them specifically. @@color:teal;''"Ahem.. Right, Ivan, sit your ass down so we can get started."''@@ Ted announces with a somewhat choked up voice. Ivan sits down quickly, almost as if he was obeying an order from Ted, fidgeting with his gown to make sure it's covering his knees. You exhale loudly, leaning back in your chair with your arms behind your head, and your eyes studying the table. You and Ivan are both startled when Ted bolts upright and projects his voice, @@color:teal;''"IT BEGINS!"''@@. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/dnd.jpg" width="267" height="252"></center> [[Begin|Begin Roh]] [[Skip RPG|Saturday Night]]

Ivan's incredibly pale, lithe form looks soft and feminine from behind. You always knew Ivan was small and frail, but never noticed how proportional the curves of his body were. His perky little ass is well rounded, and completely hairless just like the rest of his body. He slowly lowers a white gown over his head, the silky fabric spilling down over his shoulders to just above the back of his knees. A shiver vibrates his body, which you assume is from the cold, but you reconsider when Ivan runs his hands down the sides of his torso and over his hips with a coo. //''Wow, Ivan looks so... pretty''// Having seen enough for the time being, You pull back and replace the toilet paper dispenser. Standing up, finally having removed your shirt, you lower your pants in one quick motion. Soon, you're walking proudly out of the bathroom, bare-chested, with nothing but a layer of fur between your cock and the open air - it feels very liberating. <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/loincloth.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/headband.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <<set $clothes = 6>> </center> Ted gives a chuckle at the sight of you, but rolls his eyes when you start to flex in various obnoxious poses. You take a seat and start looking over your character sheet, awaiting Ivan's return. The thump of the the bedroom door turns your head, and Ivan finally comes into view. He's wearing a white, scant robe, barely reaching down to his knees, with a flower clip accessory pinned into his blonde hair. The awkward way Ivan is standing makes him look scared and uncomfortable. You turn to see Ted's reaction, and it's not all that surprising. A wide-eyed, far away look is in his eyes, and he seems frozen in place. You look back at Ivan, who's face is red as a beet, gripping the hem of his gown in apprehension. ''"Uh... Hello?"'' You question, not directed at either of them specifically. @@color:teal;''"Ahem.. Right, Ivan, sit your ass down so we can get started."''@@ Ted announces with a somewhat choked up voice. Ivan sits down quickly, almost as if he was obeying an order from Ted, fidgeting with his gown to make sure it's covering his knees. You exhale loudly, leaning back in your chair with your arms behind your head, and your eyes studying the table. You and Ivan are both startled when Ted bolts upright and projects his voice, @@color:teal;''"IT BEGINS!"''@@. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/dnd.jpg" width="267" height="252"></center> [[Begin|Begin Roh]] [[Skip RPG|Saturday Night]]

<<set $day = $day + 1>>\ <<set $clothes = 1>>\ __''Day: 7 - Sunday''__ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/alarm1.jpg" height= "100" width="220" style="float:left;"/>//<big>CREEEK CREEEEK CREEEK</big>//-You slap at your alarm clock, hitting nothing but the hard wooden surface of your bedside table. <big>CREEEK CREEEEK CREEEK CREEK CREEK CREEK</big> </body> ''"What the f-"'' <big>CREEEK CREEEEK CREEEK</big> You're scrambling out of bed looking for- <big>CREEEK CREEEEK CREEEK</big> ''"GODDAMN IT!"'' you curse, following the cord and digging your alarm clock out from under your bed. <big>CREEEK CREEEEK CREE-</big> ''"Shut the fuck up!"'' The machine is finally silenced when you hit the appropriate button. You vaguely recall knocking it off the table yesterday morning when you were hung over, but somehow, that fact doesn't stem your resentment for this infernal device. Raising it up to eye level, you whisper ''"<small>I hate you...</small>"'', staring down the machine as if daring it to make another single peep. It actually takes you a few moments to realize that you're standing in your room, alone, trying to intimidate an alarm clock. Some of your irritation receeds when you plonk it back on the table and walk out of the room. //''No way I'm getting back to sleep after that''// Stepping into the bathroom, you complete your morning rituals, feeling fresher and slightly more awake. Popping on your favorite outfit, the next stop is the kitchen for a steaming hot cup of coffee and a cigarette. //''Ahhh, breakfast of champions''// Sundays are dedicated chore days for you, including: Washing dishes, doing the laundry, vacuuming, cleaning the bathrooms, mowing the lawn, etc, etc. You don't really feel like doing it, but considering that your mother works so hard to pay the bills, it's actually very little to ask. And besides, you suspect that she would force you to get a job if you started shirking your chores. You drag your ass the whole time, completing every task to the point where it's just acceptable enough to avoid a scolding from your mother. When all is said and done, what should have taken a few hours, ends up taking all day. With a mild sense of accomplishment, you head out to your car to participate in your favorite sunday ritual. [[Next|Sunday Evening]]

You look to Ivan for some kind of support, and he's giving you a pleading smile, nodding his head over and over again. Your next sentence goes unspoken when you look back at Ted's unyielding expression and posture. Sighing, you slowly drag the gown from his outstretched hand, newly aware of just how petite and girly it actually is. @@color:teal;''"What's wrong, Kevin? Afraid that you'll look too pretty in a dress? Or that you might actually like it? HAHAHA!"''@@ Ted's laughter mocks you. @@color:cyan;''"Stop it Teddy,"''@@ Ivan says, in a tone that's more suggestion than command. @@color:cyan;''"It's just roleplaying, K. You know back in the Shakespearean days, all the roles were played by men, including female roles. Can't you just try it? Just this once! Please, K! Pleeeeeease..."''@@ You frown at Ivan, seeing his hands clasped just under his chin in a begging pose, with his pleading eyes doing most of the heavy lifting. It's so hard to let him down when he wanted this so badly and you already came all the way out here. ''"Fine"'' You say, in a voice a little more resigned than you would have liked. @@color:cyan;''"Yeees!! Wooo!!"''@@ Ivan whoops with excitement, @@color:cyan;''"You're the best, K. Trust me, this is gonna be great!"''@@. [[Go get changed|Jain change]]

Snatching the garment from his hand, you stand up and throw it right into Ted's face. ''"Who the fuck you talking to!? I'll slap the taste out your mouth, Ted, don't get it twisted"''. Ted is a bit of a bully with a bratty temper, but he's a complete wimp regardless of his size. Your threat of physical violence tugs at the corners of Ted's mouth, pulling it into an angry frown. He grips the gown tightly in his hands, so upset that he seems on the verge of tears. All he can do is mutter @@color:teal;''"Fuck you, Kevin"''@@ ''"What!? Fuck YOU!"'' You immediately reply, shoving Ted's shoulder with one hand. @@color:cyan;''"Guys! PLEASE!"''@@, shouts Ivan. @@color:cyan;''"Can you both just calm down? I just want to play, order some chinese food, and have a good time... Is that too much to ask?"''@@ ''"Well I'm not wearing a fucking dress, and that's final! ok!?"'' You declare, looking straight at Ted. @@color:cyan;''"You don't have to do anything you don't want, K. We're gonna switch, right Teddy?"''@@ Ivan pointedly aks, with both of you now staring expectantly at Ted. He has the expression of someone who's been cheated, shifting his gaze back and forth between you and Ivan. Finally, he exhales loudly, throwing his head back to stare at the ceiling @@color:teal;''"Fiiiine!"''@@ He whines, thrusting the gown at Ivan, who quickly accepts it with a warm smile. [[Go get changed|Roh change]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/coop.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> The roads are almost completely empty, with most folks comfortably tucked in for the night. You pull into the complex mess of roads that make up the housing co-operative and pull into the nearest vacant parking space. It's a very short walk through the alleyways before you hit the main strip. You hear the music before anything else and immediately identify it as [["Mad Izm" by Channel Live|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KV2m36ACzxk]]. That puts a smile on your face, which grows wider at the scent of premium ganja wafting through the air. Breaking into the open from between two houses, you see about thirty people hanging out, broken up into smoking circles. Taking a quick scan of the area, you're surprised to see "The Dread" standing at the mouth of the alley you just crossed through. It's surprising because he's an almost seven foot tall rasta smoking the remains of a fat blunt. ''"Yeeees, Dreddy Kreuger! What it is my man?"'' You joke, pretending that you saw him the whole time. <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/Dread.png" height= "225" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ He looks down at you and snorts in amusement before speaking in a deep rumbling voice, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Eye alive, bredjun. Da lion dem lay wait, seen?"''@@ ''"Lions?"'' You ask with a confused look on your face. </body> @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Da BEAST young blood"''@@ He replies, eyes wide, exhaling a billowing cloud of smoke like a dragon's breath. ''"You mean five-o? The cops?"'' He studies you for a moment, then nods in what seems like reluctant agreement before turning away as if he's done with the conversation. ''"True, true... Good lookin' out, man. Respect."'' You rattle off, turning to walk further down the strip. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Yo, K! Get your scrawny ass over here!"''@@ Gary's voice is unmistakable, and so is his charm... [[You walk over|Sunday Evening : Chill]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/stoop.jpg" width="568" height="320"></center> You exchange a nod with some of the locals on your way over to the stoop that is currently seating: Sam, Gary and a few other acquaintances. ''"Yo-yo!"'' You call out, slapping hands with Sam before moving on to Gary, who leaves you hanging. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Here-"''@@ He orders, shoving a cigar into your hand, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Cut up this blunt and get it ready... and sit your ass down! You're making me paranoid, dog"''@@. His domineering attitude leaves a sour taste in your mouth, but you ARE getting to smoke for free, so there's little room for argument. About the best you can muster is some melodramatic sarcasm, ''"Ohh yeees massa, I sho' do be cuttin up this blunt fo' you massa"''. Sam chuckles at your performance, but Gary looks dead serious as he scowls at you, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Don't be a fucking smart-ass, K"''@@. You decide to take his advice, he's already looking irritated, and you're probably the only person here who could get away with mocking Gary like that. With most of your dignity intact, you happily slice open the blunt with an old razorblade that's conveniently tucked into a crack in the steps. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"That Jan is one tasty bitch, hehe"''@@ Gary brags. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"You should've heard her screech when I busted open that frigid cunt!"''@@ He makes a sound akin to that of a squealing pig, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"WHEEEEEEE! BWAHAHAHA!"''@@. Most of the guys join in laughing with him, some offering up a touch of knuckles, and others patting him on the back. You're not amused, handing him the hollowed out cigar without even looking in his direction. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Don't get all pissy, K. I told you, man, you gotta stop tryin' love these ho's. You need to start saying fuck these bitches, dog"''@@. Everyone is nodding in agreement as Gary relays his rudimentary philosophy on women. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Inside every woman, is a bitch. A dirty fuckin' whore that needs dick. Don't matter if she's a crackhead hoodrat, a stuck-up rich cunt, or your moms - hahaha... they all-"''@@ @@color:cyan;''"-KILL YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"''@@ comes the tail end of a heated conversation, turning the heads of everyone in the vicinity. Gary looks particularly angry, likely due to being cut off mid-sentence. A local guy you know only as 'Roach' is engaged in a shoving match with someone you've never seen before. The stranger is wearing a leather jacket, which means he likely belongs to the band of hoods who populate the nearby catholic school. His eyes dart around in apprehension as several of the locals approach, surrounding the two boys in a loosely knit circle. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"The fuck is your problem cockroach!?"''@@ Gary barks, crossing through the circle and coming almost nose to nose with Roach. @@color:cyan;''"G, this cat tryin worm my chick, dog..."''@@ Gary stares at him blankly, clearly not impressed... @@color:cyan;''"and he ratted me out to the pigs!"''@@ Roach bitterly concludes with an accusatory tone of condemnation. Just as the stranger begins to deny the implication, Gary backhands roach across the face, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"What is this, animal planet!?"''@@. With his remark generating a ripple of snickering from the crowd, Gary grips Roach by the shoulder and leans in close to whisper something into his ear. Roach stares at the ground in thought as Gary glides behind him to whisper something into his other ear. You can see the smile on Gary's face from this angle as he points a finger at the stranger while concluding his whispered statement, now becoming audible @@color:cornflowerblue;''"-your business like a man"''@@. He punctuates the message with a firm shove that propels roach closer to the stranger. The two boys stare each other down; Roach looks nervous and conflicted, while the other boy is trying to contain the fear he must be feeling, surrounded as he is. Even the crowd is restless in this moment, shifting around and muttering to their neighbors. You could cut the testosterone in the air with a knife, before Gary breaks the silence. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Aight yall, looks like cockroach is the punk bitch we always knew he was,"''@@ Roach swivels his head to frown at Gary, gritting his teeth in anger as the tirade continues, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Because he pussed out today, from now on he's not-"''@@. @@color:cyan;''"YEEEAAARRRGGHHHHH!!"''@@ Roach cries out as he flattens the other boy with a monstrous right hook that came out of nowhere. In less than a second, he's ferociously thumping his foot into the downed boys face. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/beatdown.gif" width="415" height="234"></center> The crowd erupts into a cacophony of cheers and jeers, with many of them getting in a kick or two of their own. Including Gary, who connects with a particularly sadistic stomp to his kneecap. The feeding frenzy of violence is cut short when the boy lets out a long, deep moan that sounds like he's on the brink of death. You can barely distinguish the features of his face anymore, looking like a swollen mush masked in crimson. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Ay,"''@@ Gary addresses the bloody mess of a boy, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"You don't belong here, dog. Get your pussy ass outa here before we really fuck you up... And I mean bad, not nice like this..."''@@ The boy tries to scramble to his feet, but collapses onto his side, clutching at his ribs with a gurgling scream. Locking eyes with Gary again, he somehow makes it onto all fours, crawling up the sidewalk and leaving a trail of blood in his wake. On more than one occassion, someone runs up to kick him in the ass or otherwise humiliate him until he is out of sight. [[Next|Sunday Evening : Smoke]]

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<<print "Money : $money">> <<print "Weed : $weed">> <<print "Coke : $coke">> <<if $counterfeit > 0>>\ <<print "Counterfeit Bills : $counterfeit">> <</if>>\ <<if $kryptonite == 1>>\ <body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/kryptonite.jpg" height= "100" width="178" style="float:left;"/> - Baseball Bat </body>\ <</if>>\ <<if $scale == 1>>\ <body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/scale.jpg" height= "100" width="100" style="float:left;"/> - Digital Scale </body>\ <</if>>\ <<back>>

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/coop.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> You can't help but feel disgusted by what just happened, and even worse, the sense of levity in all those around you. They're laughing and telling jokes at his expense, mocking his pained yelps and bragging about their own landed blows. You would think this group of savages have now sated their lust for blood, but it seems the opposite is true. Everyone's adrenaline is racing now, and few minor scuffles break out as a result. //''Fucking animals...''// you think. Scanning the area in disapproval, your gaze falls on Sam, who looks very troubled. When he looks back at you, it's abundantly clear that you're both on the same page as to what just happened - as well as the possibility of finding yourself on the wrong end of such a beating if you step out of line. You're startled when someone suddenly claps you on the shoulder. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"K, why the long face? Did we beat up your boyfriend? hahaha"''@@ Laughs Gary, now flanked my Mickey and a few other locals. You quickly change your expression to a bored smirk ''"Nah, fuck em, he always left the toilet seat up... I was just wondering if we would ever smoke that blunt though"''. @@color:gold;''"Well you're in luck girlie, feast your eyes on this!"''@@ Mickey smiles, raising a rather ordinary looking joint up to eye level. ''"Yeah, yeah, real nice... spark it up, homie."'' You dismissively respond. @@color:gold;''"HAW HAW, this aint dirt weed, kid. This is some high level shit. The strain is called 'Adam and Eve' and it'll blow your head off, boy"''@@. He warns, extending his arm to offer you the joint. //''Shit, I can't back down now... Not after Roach... It's just a joint, how strong could it be?''// You take the joint from his hand and run the length of it under your nose. You were expecting a dank, skunky odor, but it smells sweet, almost fruity. There's something distinct about the scent that you just can't place, but one thing is for sure, you just have to try it. When you light it up and take the first big hit, you vision is immediately impacted as the smoke fills your lungs. Everything becomes sharper, and the colors more vibrant. You feel more sensitive and aware of your surroundings, like truly being alive for the first time, in this, your first breath. A warmth begins to grow within you, an undeniable true love that embraces your very being - it's ambrosia. You panic, holding your breath, unwilling to part with this ethereal union. Inevitably, you run out of oxygen and begin to exhale. As the smokes escapes your lungs, the color and life begin to drain from the world, and when your lungs are half empty, your perception has returned to normal. Exhaling further, all color and feeling seems to bleed away completely, revealing the world as a black and white wasteland. Intense feelings of despondence assail your mind; you want to weep, you want to just curl up and die. With the final wisps of smoke leaking from your nostrils, even the whites and greys begin to fade, giving way to... <<set $high = 100>>\ <<print "Intoxication = 100">> [[Darkness|Sunday Evening : Void]]

You’re surrounded by darkness, pitch black, inky blindness. However, the feelings inside of you quickly dispel that description; you’re not surrounded by anything, you’re alone. There is no darkness, but rather, an absence of light. A vast emptiness of solitude, devoid of substance, devoid of… being? You try to force your eyes open, but there is no change in your perspective, and there are no sensory cues of your attempted motion. Looking at your hands has a similar effect, you neither feel your arm move, nor your head nod. There is an inexplicable feeling of freedom associated with this strange disembodiment that you just can’t place. Wait a minute, if your body isn’t here, then how is your mind? The mind is simply a manifestation of the matter that constitutes your brain. A chemical cocktail; neurons phase locking in a network of biological circuitry that gifts you the ability to navigate reality. //''This is… impossible…''// And yet, here you are. Descartes springs to mind, “I think, therefore I am”. Your mind races and spins in trying to grapple with this strange predicament, but collides with paradox after paradox. Eventually, your chaotic primate logic relents, unable to decipher the riddle of existence. A kind of resignation washes over you, and with it, a blissful serenity. Just then, faint and far off in the distance, a pin prick of light pierces through the indomitable blackness. //''That light… what is it?''// You stare at it in hypnotic wonder, transfixed to its shimmering beauty. You’re unsure how much time has passed at this point, assuming that time even exists at all. //''Could this be THE light? The light at the end of the tunnel? Am I… dead?''// Almost as if in response to your question, a second point of light springs into being, seemingly coming out of nowhere. This is somehow familiar to you now, like staring up at an early evening sky, the stars revealing themselves to you in all their majesty. The stars are always there, it’s only photon bombardment from the sun alighting our atmosphere that obscures our perception. A kind of static, a white noise concealing the reality that lies beyond comprehension, shrouded in a blanket of light. And so too, your stray thoughts conspire against you, blinding you to a world that you’re not designed to occupy. It’s only in the surrender of the mind that you can be still enough to find the kind of peace that fosters openness and sensitivity. One after another, faint wisps of light begin to appear all around you, as if sensing your thoughts and feeling safe to now reveal their presence. Sentient glittering gems of light populate this world, their nature unknown to you, but irrelevant in the face of the tranquility they inspire. Your eyes are immediately drawn to a sharp, straight line that slowly begins to extend from one of the stars, stretching and deliberately reaching for its neighbor. When this white laser beam finally connects, two more of these “lines” are sprouted, branching out to interact with their kin. Pathways and connections are being created exponentially, stretching out in a web-work of luminescence. It seems like every node is now connected, but even more combinations of connections happen, the network becoming increasingly fractal with every new bond. The entire system halts in a shimmering pattern of perfect complexity. While you don’t understand it, you can see that there is meaning to it, somehow making sense to you. The feeling of solitude is a distant memory, now replaced by a distinct sense of plurality, like you are surrounded again. Trillions of shining eyes bearing down on you, peering deep into your very being. There is no barrier to protect you, no physical shell to masquerade behind, and no lies to conceal your true nature. Paranoia and insecurity rattle your calm, and the system responds to your feelings. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/converge.gif" width="480" height="480"></center> They converge on you, encircling you from every conceivable direction. The entire network begins to strobe, sharp connecting lines waver and fuzz as if shaken by a vibration, rippling outward like a stone dropped into a pond. The lines seem to twist and grow, now resembling arteries, complete with the shining energy that travels within them. Suddenly, the tendrils lash out at you from every direction. You experience an unprecedented sense of fear and panic, unable to move or defend yourself from the impending attack. With no other recourse, you brace yourself for the unknown, for the inevitable. All at once, the innumerable tendrils reach you. Seizing you, penetrating your personal sovereignty and violating your very being. The light envelops you in an excruciating electricity that would shatter your physical form, and threatens to shatter your fragile mind. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/know.gif" width="400" height="225"></center> Within a fraction of a second, you see… everything, you know… everything. It’s all too much, you’re losing yourself and can’t hold on any longer. That’s when a colossal, thunderous, world shattering whisper slams into you with a vibration that utterly destroys you. The sundered bits of your fleeting mind are barely able to absorb the message of the whisper, like the last few moments of sight after being decapitated. The voice urged you, begged you this one boon. <center><big>''“Don’t give in to astonishment”''</big></center> It all dissolves away. You cease to be, fading to… [[light.|Sunday Light]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/coop.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> The light is your world now, overpowering everything, bright and painful. You begin to feel again, there is a distinct buzzing in your ears and a pulsing deep inside of you – your own living heart. Something soft brushes against your cheek, and a sound, a distant peep that piques your interest. Another feeling touches your face, a little firmer and more pronounced, followed by a slightly louder, closer sound – a voice. <small>@@color:cornflowerblue;''“K!”''@@</small> Your eyes sluggishly fall open. The world is blurry and everything seems dull, washed out and lifeless. The serene silence replaced by a constant noise, an ambient buzz that offers you no peace. @@color:cornflowerblue;''“K!”''@@ A sharp, prickly feeling explodes against your cheek once more. This time, you come to life, adjusting your eyes to discover the source of the disturbance. You faintly perceive Gary, he appears to be shouting and slapping you in the face. It all comes back to you in an instant, you gasp loudly as if taking in breath for the first time. @@color:cornflowerblue;''“K! KAAAY! What the fuck!?”''@@ You tremble uncontrollably, hyperventilating and clutching at your heart with one hand, the joint still pinched between the fingers of your other hand. Shockingly, it appears that only a few seconds have passed. Gary takes your head in his hands, looking into your eyes with a concern he doesn’t often display. Your voice trembles as you finally speak, ''“Ah-ah-h-h-I s-s-saw GOD!”''. They’re all staring at you in open-mouthed shock, their eyes wide in amazement. Sam breathes out one word in wonder, @@color:green;''“hhhyyooooooooo…?”''@@ then continues, @@color:green;''“PAAAASS THAAAAT SHIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!”''@@. Laughter erupts all around you as someone snatches the joint out of your hand. Hurried conversations overlap each other as they argue over who gets the next hit. These fools don’t understand the gravity of the situation, and you’re instantly annoyed beyond belief. You stand upright and stomp away in a huff. @@color:green;''“bwahahahaha! K! hahaha, Yo K! Come back man! Hahah!”''@@ Sam manages, resisting against his uncontrollable laughter. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Daaaayum, he’s trippin’ HARD, son!”''@@ someone else adds. You don’t look back, walking straight to your car and plopping yourself right down into the driver’s seat. It takes a few moments for your senses to adjust properly, but you don’t feel intoxicated at all. There is something different though, you feel somehow… charged. Putting the car into gear, you head for home while trying to recall what you just experienced. Your memory of it fades away quicker and quicker as time goes on, like trying to remember a dream after waking. [[Next|Sunday Night]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/carlight.jpg" height= "576" width="1024"/></center> The lights of the road seem to be drawn out, leaving behind trails energy that threaten to steal away your attention. The combined effort of concentrating on the road and ignoring the lights makes it all the more difficult to remember what just happened. //''I smoked, and then... there was something... nothing? Yes, nothing! It was...''// ''"The void"'' You say aloud to yourself. You're surprised to find that you've autopiloted yourself all the way home, and are now staring at a spot of moonlight reflecting off the windshield. In getting out of the car, you feel a slight weakness or unsteadiness in your legs as you make your way to the door. It's late, and you have school tomorrow morning, so you begin to trudge up the stairs toward your bedroom. The fatigue in your legs intensifies with every shaky step. About halfway up, you collapse onto all fours, clinging to a railing post in an effort to avoid falling down the stairs. Slowly but surely, you manage to claw your way up the staaircase and onto the top landing. Sweat is pouring off your body, combined with a mild sensation of dizziness. A bit worried now, you decide to stop by the bathroom before going to bed. Opening the door, you slump over the sink, examining your appearance in the mirror. Not sure what to look for, you stick out your tongue, examine the dilation of your eyes - you even turn your head and cough for some reason. Aside from a bit of grime on your face, everything seems to be in order. Turing on the taps of the sink, you lower your hands under the stream and immediatly recoil away from the pain - a burning in your left hand, and a freezing in your right. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/sinklight.jpg" height= "480" width="640"/></center> Staring at the running water, you believe that you can see its nature, its... energy. Droplets of flame and ice roll off your hands, joining the turbulent maelstrom of the sink. You can't help but stare at it for a while, it's beautiful... Soon, your eyelids begin to flutter closed, like you're asleep on your feet. Nodding off in front of the sink will surely end badly, and you respond by feeling your way to the bedroom. Collapsing onto the bed feels incredible, every inch of your body sensitive to the warm embrace of the covers. Soft lights dance behind your eyelids, slowing your breath and lulling you into a deep slumber in a matter of seconds. <<if $masc <= 25>>\ [[Next|Week 2 Beta : Monday Morning]] <</if>>\ <<if $masc >= 75>>\ [[Next|Week 2 Alpha : Monday Morning]] <</if>>\ <<if $masc > 25 && $masc < 75>>\ [[Next|Week 2 Default : Monday Morning]] <</if>>\

<<set $day = $day + 1>>\ <<set $body = 2>>\ <<set $masc = 50>>\ <<set $clothes = 0>>\ <<set $high = 0>>\ <<set $str = $str -25>>\ __''Day: 8 - Monday''__ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/alarm1.jpg" height= "100" width="220" style="float:left;"/>//<big>CREEEK CREEEEK CREEEK</big>//-You slap your alarm clock hard and bolt upright on your bed. ''//Uggghhhh, I have to get rid of that fucking alarm clock...//'' It takes a few moments of staring at the wall before your eyes adjust and your head acclimates to consciousness. </body> Shambling to your feet, you somehow manage to navigate your way to the bathroom like a zombie. Leaning your head against the wall with your eyes closed, you release your bladder into the toilet. A feeling of relief washes over you in the form of a pleasant shiver, contrasted by the growing warmth on your feet. //''A warmth on my feet?''// Your ears seem to come online first, but the sound of your urination is off somehow. It dawns on you instantly, opening your eyes to find that you've pissed all over the floor. ''"AW SHIT!"'' You curse, redirecting your flow into the toilet. The miscalculation of trajectory becomes clear when you hand comes into contact with your penis. //''What??''// Your diminutive member is half the size that you remember... isn't it? You can't believe your eyes, but in a way it feels familiar, natural and appropriate. Twisting it around your fingers for a closer examination results in a spike of unexpected pleasure. It seems that you've become a lot more sensitive down there as well, but then you notice your hands. They seem smaller, more delicately built to support slender, sensitive fingers. Slowly turning your head, your body follows as you regard your appearance in the mirror. [[Look in the mirror|You]] //''Yes, that's me... isn't it?''// A great confusion locks up your thought process. This IS you, you know that, but something feels off about it, something is wrong. //''What happened last night?''//. You do recall smoking something, but everything after that is behind some kind of fog, it's like trying to grasp at wisps of smoke. Turning on the sink, you jump back when the water contacts your skin. //''The light''// you remember. The essence of the water, you could see it, but it's plain and mundane now. Looking into your eyes in the mirror, you speak aloud ''"The dark"''. Memories of emptiness and solitude flood into you... the void. Surely that was just some crazy dream, but you feel palpably changed. You've been transformed by this experience, if not physically, then mentally. //''Am I losing my mind?''// Though it sounds crazy, you're driven by your instinct to accept that your feelings are real. Something really happened, and you have to find out what that is. <<print "Strength -25">> [[Brush your teeth and shower|Week 2 Beta: Monday : shower]] [[Fuck it, just head for school|Week 2 Beta: Monday : smoke]]

<<set $day = $day + 1>>\ <<set $body = 4>>\ <<set $masc = 50>>\ <<set $high = 0>>\ <<set $str = $str +25>>\ __''Day: 8 - Monday''__ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/alarm1.jpg" height= "100" width="220" style="float:left;"/>//<big>CREEEK CREEEEK CREEEK</big>//-You slap your alarm clock hard and bolt upright on your bed. ''//Uggghhhh, I have to get rid of that fucking alarm clock...//'' It takes a few moments of staring at the wall before your eyes adjust and your head acclimates to consciousness. </body> Shambling to your feet, you somehow manage to navigate your way to the bathroom like a zombie. Leaning your head against the wall with your eyes closed, you release your bladder into the toilet. A feeling of relief washes over in the form of a pleasant shiver, contrasted by the growing warmth on your feet. //''A warmth on my feet?''// Your ears seem to come online first, but the sound of your urination is off somehow. It dawns on you instantly, opening your eyes to find that you've pissed all over the floor. ''"AW SHIT!"'' You curse, redirecting your flow into the toilet. The miscalculation of trajectory becomes clear when you hand comes into contact with your dick. //''Whoa!''// Your girthy member is much larger that you remember... isn't it? You can't believe your eyes, but in a way it feels familiar, natural and appropriate. Closing your hand around the shaft for a closer examination results in a rush of blood swelling it's mass. It seems that you've become a lot more virile down there as well, but then you notice your hands. They seem larger, roughly hewn to support thick, callused fingers. Slowly turning your head, your body follows as you regard your appearance in the mirror. [[Look in the mirror|You]] //''Yes, that's me... isn't it?''// A great confusion locks up your thought process. This IS you, you know that, but something feels off about it, something is wrong. //''What happened last night?''//. You do recall smoking something, but everything after that is behind some kind of fog, it's like trying to grasp at wisps of smoke. Turning on the sink, you jump back when the water contacts your skin. //''The light''// you remember. The essence of the water, you could see it, but it's plain and mundane now. Looking into your eyes in the mirror, you speak aloud ''"The dark"''. Memories of emptiness and solitude flood into you... the void. Surely that was just some crazy dream, but you feel palpably changed. You've been transformed by this experience, if not physically, then mentally. //''Am I losing my mind?''// Though it sounds crazy, you're driven by your instinct to accept that your feelings are real. Something really happened, and you have to find out what that is. <<print "Strength +25">> [[Brush your teeth and shower|Week 2 Alpha: Monday : shower]] [[Fuck it, just head for school|Week 2 Alpha: Monday : smoke]]

<<set $day = $day + 1>>\ <<set $body = 3>>\ <<set $high = 0>>\ __''Day: 8 - Monday''__ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/alarm1.jpg" height= "100" width="220" style="float:left;"/>//<big>CREEEK CREEEEK CREEEK</big>//-You slap your alarm clock hard and bolt upright on your bed. ''//Uggghhhh, I have to get rid of that fucking alarm clock...//'' It takes a few moments of staring at the wall before your eyes adjust and your head acclimates to consciousness. </body> Shambling to your feet, you somehow manage to navigate your way to the bathroom like a zombie. Maybe just by pure instinct, you're able to bullseye the toilet with your eyes closed and your head leaning against the wall. ''//Ahhhhhhhh.//'' As you empty your bladder, a sense of impending doom strikes you, a looming cloud tickling the skin of your scalp. You feel a strong urge to examine your appearance. [[Look in the mirror|You]] //''Yes, that's me... isn't it?''// A great confusion locks up your thought process. This IS you, you know that, but something feels off about it, something is wrong. //''What happened last night?''//. You do recall smoking something, but everything after that is behind some kind of fog, it's like trying to grasp at wisps of smoke. Turning on the sink, you jump back when the water contacts your skin. //''The light''// you remember. The essence of the water, you could see it, but it's plain and mundane now. Looking into your eyes in the mirror, you speak aloud ''"The dark"''. Memories of emptiness and solitude flood into you... the void. Surely that was just some crazy dream, but you feel palpably changed. You've been transformed by this experience, if not physically, then mentally. //''Am I losing my mind?''// Though it sounds crazy, you're driven by your instinct to accept that your feelings are real. Something really happened, and you have to find out what that is. [[Brush your teeth and shower|Week 2 : Monday : shower]] [[Fuck it, just head for school|Week 2 : Monday : smoke]]

You scrub yourself thoroughly in the shower with the confusion of the night before weighing heavily on your mind. Stepping back to the sink, you polish your teeth to a high gloss. Feeling refreshed, you throw on your baggy attire and head down to the kitchen for your breakfast of brown liquid. <<set $clothes = 1>> Once again, there is no money waiting for you on the counter. Peering out the front window, you confirm that your mother's car is still missing. It could be that she came and left early, forgetting to leave you some money for lunch. You doubt it though, and begin to worry that she may have been in some kind of an accident. On the other hand, this isn't the first time she's been absent for a few days, and your own personal crisis is more than you can handle at the moment. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> Jumping into your cutlass, it's not long before the engine is humming and the music is blaring. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. [[Head for the school|Week 2 Monday: School Morning]]

<<set $clothes = 1>>\ Showers in the morning always make you tired, so throw on your attire of choice and head down to the kitchen for your breakfast of brown liquid. Once again, there is no money waiting for you on the counter. Peering out the front window, you confirm that your mother's car is still missing. It could be that she came and left early, forgetting to leave you some money for lunch. You doubt it though, and begin to worry that she may have been in some kind of an accident. On the other hand, this isn't the first time she's been absent for a few days, and your own personal crisis is more than you can handle at the moment. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> Jumping into your cutlass, it's not long before the engine is humming and the music is blaring. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. On your approach to the school, you spot a familiar car in the parking lot of the adjacent mini-mall. You pull up beside Sam's car and jump into his passenger seat after a brief knock on the window. <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/samsmoke.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ ''"Wake and bake time!"'' You announce, as you and Sam proceed to get fucked up while discussing the events of the past week. It's not long before the joint is done and you need to get to school. A quick fist bump, and you're off. <<set $high = $high + 25>> <<print "Intoxication +25">> [[Head for the school|Week 2 Monday: School Morning]]

You step into the shower under a spray of water that you set as hot as you can possibly withstand, and then you gradually raise the heat even further. //''MMMmmm... So smooth...''// you coo, gliding your hands all over your soft, silky skin. It glistens under the spray of the water with a sexy sheen. Reaching down to clean your dick sends an electric shock of pleasure through your body, and you're unable to resist the urge to touch yourself. You sigh, dragging your fingers along the undercarriage of your ribs, down over your hips and ass, then back up to cup the swollen nipples on your soft chest. The stimulation is so exquisite, you can't help but gyrate your body as you stroke your little dick with two fingers. Within seconds, you're already tipping over the brink of orgasm, moaning out a sigh as drops of semen begin to flow out of your petite organ. <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><video width="582" height="388" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/betashower.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ Weakly panting for breath, you spend a minute cradling yourself under the hot spray, still recovering from your amazing release. With your lust sated, it's much easier to finish up your shower and polish your teeth to a high gloss. Throwing on your daily wear, it feels even baggier than usual, but you tighten your belt and head down to the kitchen for your breakfast of brown liquid. <<set $clothes = 1>> Once again, there is no money waiting for you on the counter. Peering out the front window, you confirm that your mother's car is still missing. It could be that she came and left early, forgetting to leave you some money for lunch. You doubt it though, and begin to worry that she may have been in some kind of an accident. On the other hand, this isn't the first time she's been absent for a few days, and your own personal crisis is more than you can handle at the moment. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> Jumping into your cutlass, you find that the seat and mirrors are all slightly out of alignment. This disturbs you, the evidence mounting that something strange is happening. It's not long before the engine is humming and the cassette player kicks on playing [["I Wish" by Skee-Lo|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ryDOy3AosBw]]. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. [[Head for the school|Week 2 Monday: School Morning]]

<<set $clothes = 1>>\ Showers in the morning always make you tired, so you decide to just throw on you daily wear, but it's a lot baggier than you remember. Shrugging your shoulders, you tighten your belt and head down to the kitchen for your breakfast of brown liquid. Once again, there is no money waiting for you on the counter. Peering out the front window, you confirm that your mother's car is still missing. It could be that she came and left early, forgetting to leave you some money for lunch. You doubt it though, and begin to worry that she may have been in some kind of an accident. On the other hand, this isn't the first time she's been absent for a few days, and your own personal crisis is more than you can handle at the moment. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> Jumping into your cutlass, you find that the seat and mirrors are all slightly out of alignment. This disturbs you, the evidence mounting that something strange is happening. It's not long before the engine is humming and the cassette player kicks on playing [["I Wish" by Skeelo|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ryDOy3AosBw]]. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. On your approach to the school, you spot a familiar car in the parking lot of the adjacent mini-mall and immediately begin to panic. You pull up beside Sam's car and knock on his window with some trepidation. ''"Uhh, hey Sam, it's me, K"'' you manage, in a defeated sounding whisper. He looks at you quizzically for a moment, then smiles and opens the door, signalling you to enter. @@color:green;''"Stop fucking around, K, don't trip me out before class, man".''@@ He says with a laugh, passing you the breakfast joint. <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/samsmoke.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ The weed, and Sam's demeanor, put your concerns to rest for the moment, just enjoying a nice smoke with your buddy. You and Sam proceed to get fucked up while discussing the events of the past week. It's not long before the joint is done and you need to get to school. A quick fist bump, and you're off. <<set $high = $high + 25>> <<print "Intoxication +25">> [[Head for the school|Week 2 Monday: School Morning]]

You step into the shower under a spray of water that you set as hot as you can possibly withstand, and then you gradually raise the heat even further. It seems that your temperature threshold has risen for some reason, and you delight in the steam filling the room. You roughly lather up your defined muscles, scrubbing away, but also squeezing and kneading your flesh. The strength of your hands is barely enough to overcome the taut, corded muscles that cover your powerful limbs. One by one, you isolate your muscle groups, flexing them tightly before releasing. Reaching down to clean your big cock, you treat it roughly, but it seems resilient enough to take it. Blood rushes into your swelling member until it has grown to full mast in your hand, and you begin to stroke. <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><video width="582" height="388" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/alphashower.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ You grunt and puff out gutteral noises as you forcibly wring an orgasm out of your vascular organ. A large amount of semen shoots out of your cock and pastes itself to the shower floor. Even the flow of water is not enough to dislodge it, so you push it into the drain with a knobby toe. Now calm and centered, you efficiently finish up your shower and polish your teeth up to a high gloss. Throwing on your daily wear, it feels smaller and tighter than usual, but you loosen your belt and head down to the kitchen for your breakfast of brown liquid. <<set $clothes = 1>> Once again, there is no money waiting for you on the counter. Peering out the front window, you confirm that your mother's car is still missing. It could be that she came and left early, forgetting to leave you some money for lunch. You doubt it though, and begin to worry that she may have been in some kind of an accident. On the other hand, this isn't the first time she's been absent for a few days, and your own personal crisis is more than you can handle at the moment. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> Jumping into your cutlass, you find that the seat and mirrors are all slightly out of alignment. This disturbs you, the evidence mounting that something strange is happening. It's not long before the engine is humming and the cassette player kicks on playing [["Da Rockwilder" by Method Man, Redman|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WCYy8jpp7R8]]. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. [[Head for the school|Week 2 Monday: School Morning]]

<<set $clothes = 1>>\ Showers in the morning always make you tired, so you decide to just throw on you daily wear, but it's a little smaller and tighter than you remember. Shrugging your shoulders, you loosen your belt and head down to the kitchen for your breakfast of brown liquid. Once again, there is no money waiting for you on the counter. Peering out the front window, you confirm that your mother's car is still missing. It could be that she came and left early, forgetting to leave you some money for lunch. You doubt it though, and begin to worry that she may have been in some kind of an accident. On the other hand, this isn't the first time she's been absent for a few days, and your own personal crisis is more than you can handle at the moment. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> Jumping into your cutlass, you find that the seat and mirrors are all slightly out of alignment. This disturbs you, the evidence mounting that something strange is happening. It's not long before the engine is humming and the cassette player kicks on playing [["Da Rockwilder" by Method Man, Redman|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WCYy8jpp7R8]]. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. On your approach to the school, you spot a familiar car in the parking lot of the adjacent mini-mall and immediately begin to panic. You pull up beside Sam's car and knock on his window with some trepidation. ''"Yo Sam, it's me, yo"'' you husk out, in a conspiratorial tone. He looks alarmed for a moment, then carefully opens the door, signalling you to enter. @@color:green;''"K, what the fuck? You're making me paranoid, man".''@@ He says, passing you the breakfast joint. <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/samsmoke.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ The weed, and Sam's demeanor, put your concerns to rest for the moment, just enjoying a nice smoke with your buddy. You and Sam proceed to get fucked up while discussing the events of the past week. It's not long before the joint is done and you need to get to school. A quick fist bump, and you're off. <<set $high = $high + 25>> <<print "Intoxication +25">> [[Head for the school|Week 2 Monday: School Morning]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/schoolatrium.jpg" width="600" height="400"></center> Pulling around the back of the school, you park your car in the student section and make your way into the main atrium of the building. With some time before class starts, you navigate your way through the sea of students, taking stock of the surroundings and quickly locating several people you know. <<if $samweek2 == 0>>\ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/sam1.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ You spot [[Sam|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : Sam]] standing between a row of lockers, it looks like he's talking to someone just out of view. Walking a little closer reveals a very excited Alan rummaging through his school bag. Sam looks up and starts waving you over rather urgently, maybe you should find out what's going on. </body> <</if>>\ <<if $ivanweek2 == 0>>\ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ivan1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ [[Ivan|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : Ivan]] is sitting on the floor beside his open locker as ususal, his face buried in a book of some sort. Though he seems content, you can't help but feel that he's a bit lonely, considering he doesn't have many friends besides you. He hasn't spotted you yet, but perhaps you might want to go say hello and see what he's up to. </body> <</if>>\ <<if $kateweek2 == 0>>\ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/kate1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ [[Kate|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : Kate]] has her locker open, staring into a mirror and touching up her morning makeup before class. She looks scrumptious as always, sporting a pleated skirt along with her usual leather jacket. With nobody else in her immediate proximity, this would be the perfect time to chat her up a bit while avoiding any prying ears. </body> <</if>>\ <<if $janweek2 == 0>>\ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jan1.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ [[Jan|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : Jan]] stands a head taller than the half dozen girls that make up her entourage. They're arranged in standard gossip circle formation, gibbering away in excitement. Although their voices are quite loud, you can barely make out a single word because it seems as if they're all speaking at once. </body> <</if>>\ <<if $garyweek2 == 0>>\ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/gary1.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Taking a quick peek out the window, you spot [[Gary|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : Gary]] at the smoking section. He's got a cigarette screwed between his lips, and he's pacing back and forth in a restless manner. Either he's trying to hammer down a new path in the grass, or something is wrong. </body> <</if>>\ [[Don't greet anyone|Week 2 Morning Transition]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/lockers.jpg" width="630" height="315"></center> @@color:green;''"K! Get over here, check this out, man"''@@ Sam in a giddy whisper. ''"Yo, wassup ya'll?"'' You inquire, now incredibly curious. Alan slightly opens his backpack to let you peer inside. There's a smooth metal cylinder poking out of the corner that you can't immediately identify. Seeing the questioning look on your face, Alan grabs the cylinder and opens it up to reveal a fancy looking cigar. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/cuban.jpg" width="400" height="400"></center> ''"Oh, it's a cigar..."'' You state in a very dismissive tone. Alan sighs heavily, @@color:cyan;''"Yo, it's Cuban, B!"''@@ - @@color:green;''"Yeah, Cuban-Bee! hehehe"''@@ Sam adds with a giggle, flashing that charming smile of his. This does amuse you somewhat, and it rekindles your interest in their plans for this special cigar. ''"Ok, well I never tried a cuban, are we going out for a smoke then?"'' You suggest with a smile. @@color:green;''"Well, you're half right"''@@ Says Sam, producing a fat baggie with a green and purple substance contained. Eagerly grabbing the bag, you open it to have a look inside and are immediately struck by a magnificent musky aroma. ''"Oh shit! haha, alright, you've got my attention"'' You laugh, having trouble letting go of the bag as Sam yanks on it, finally freeing it from your grasp. @@color:green;''"We're about to go twist this shit up and get blazed, you down?"''@@ Ask Sam, who is already smiling, sure of what your answer will be. [[Hell yeah|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : Sam & Alan]] [[Nah, I've got class|Week 2 Morning Transition]] \ <<set $samweek2 = 1>>\

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/boyswr.jpg" width="630" height="354"></center> You follow Sam to the bathroom with Alan trailing closely behind, occasionally peering down the hall for signs of nosey teachers and students. Inside, a couple of guys are making good use of the yellow-stained urinals, but the room is otherwise empty. Reaching the furthest stall, Sam pushes open the door and then closes it once you’re all hidden behind the steel partition. Alan takes the opportunity to sit on the toilet while he starts turning the cigar around in his hands as if looking for a weak spot to target. @@color:green;''“You have to wet it up first you fuckin’ goof”''@@ chides Sam, sticking his fingers into the baggie to break down the pungent buds. @@color:cyan;''“I know how to roll a blunt, bitch… Shit, you know my steez…”''@@ Alan responds, awkwardly taking the length of the cigar into his mouth. @@color:green;''“Don’t suck it like dick! Just lick the side you’re gonna cut open. I swear man, you’re such a fucking retard sometimes.”''@@ says Sam, stopping his work. @@color:cyan;''“It’s a Cuban, dumbass! This isn’t a Philly… Just keep your mouth shut and break that shit up”''@@. The volume of Alan’s voice begins to raise, as well as Sam’s hackles. You interject before things get too heated, placing a hand on Sam’s arm to stop him, ''“SHHhhhhhhh! Keep it down for fuck’s sake, I’m not trying to get booked on the back of this shit… Get your head correct, both of you”''. This seems to do the trick and they both concentrate on their respective jobs. Lacking a razor blade, Alan begins to score one side of the cigar with the back of a key, but instead of making a clean cut, large chunks of leaf are torn off to form a jagged gash. There is a look of confidence and determination in his eyes though, so you and Sam continue to look on with cautious optimism as he empties the excess tobacco into the toilet below him. Raising up the parted leaf, Alan waits as Sam grudgingly fills it up with the aromatic herbs from the baggie. Slowly, Alan begins to make the crucial first fold of the blunt, but when he gets about halfway there you hear a slight cracking sound. The look on Alan’s face must be mirroring your own right now, his eyes widening in horror as tiny particles of weed begin to sprinkle down from a crack on the bottom of the leaf. @@color:green;''“Fuck!”''@@ Sam grabs one side of the blunt, @@color:green;''“Give it here, man!”''@@ – @@color:cyan;''“NO! I got this!”''@@ Alan argues, tightening the grip on his side of the leaf. You quickly realize the crack is getting larger from their little tug of war match, so you grip them both by the wrist, ''“Yo-chill-chill-chill-chill”''. @@color:green;''“K, tell this bitch to let go, dog”''@@ Sam growls, his knuckles white with strain. @@color:cyan;''“Fuck you!”''@@ Alan responds, @@color:cyan;''“It’s mine! Stop being such an asshole!”''@@. <<if $body == 2>>\ [[Support Sam|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : Support Sam BETA]] [[Support Alan|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : Support Alan BETA]] <</if>>\ <<if $body > 2>>\ [[Support Sam|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : Support Sam ALPHA]] [[Support Alan|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : Support Alan ALPHA]] <</if>>\

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/schoolhallway.jpg" width="420" height="250"></center> In between classes, you don't have much time to think, let alone act. The droves of busybody students move in all directions, crisscrossing each other in a chaotic ballet. Reaching your class is less about navigating the hallways, and more about braving the rapids in a turbulent sea of bodies. Moving diagonally, you zigzag on currents of flesh like a wayward sailboat seeking safe harbor. The adventure comes to an end when you drop anchor outside your morning math class. <<if $day == 8>>\ [[Go to class|Week 2 Monday : 1st period]] <</if>>\ <<if $day == 9>>\ [[Go to class|Week 2 Tuesday : 1st period]] <</if>>\ <<if $day == 10>>\ [[Go to class|Week 2 Wednesday : 1st period]] <</if>>\ <<if $day == 11>>\ [[Go to class|Week 2 Thursday : 1st period]] <</if>>\ <<if $day == 12>>\ [[Go to class|Week 2 Friday : 1st period]] <</if>>\

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/boyswr.jpg" width="630" height="354"></center> You release Alan's wrist and focus your attention on Sam, ''"Stop, STOP! you're gonna spill the shit!"''. Momentarily distracted, Sam seems to calm down for a split second, and that's all it takes for Alan to try and yank the blunt from his grip. It tears straight down the middle, depositing most of the weed squarely into the toilet. @@color:green;''FUUUUUUCK!!!''@@ You're about to give Alan a horrified look when a fist whizzes right by your head, clocking Alan right in the eye socket and knocking him off the toilet sideways. You turn to Sam in shock, but he's already wrenching his arm away and storming out of the stall. Looking back, you see Alan is still down, having knocked his head against the metal divider. ''"Shit, why didn't you just let him roll it, man?"'' You ask, trying to help Alan back to his feet. He shoves your arm away and stands up on his own, one of his eyes still squinting from the blow @@color:cyan;''"Because I ain't no bitch, like you!"''@@ He sneers, pushing you backward into the stall. ''"Yo! Watch it, man... Now you know damn well this shit wasn't my fault... You're not putting this on me, dog"''. You confidently assert, giving Alan a knowing glare. @@color:cyan;''"Why the fuck didn't you do something, K? You're always taking his side, man."''@@ He whines. ''"The fuck you talking about? I was on YOUR side, but FUCK, you tore the blunt!"'' This seems to anger him, and he gets right in your face, @@color:cyan;''"Fuck you! I brought the Cuban so we could all have a special blunt, and you do me like this?"''@@. His posturing ignites the fire inside you as well, and you poke a meaty finger into his chest, ''"First of all, you need to chill the fuck out before I knock your other eye out,"'' Alan deflates a bit at this. ''"And secondly,"'' you add, poking him harder this time and backing him up a step, ''"You ripped the Cuban, don't act like that was my fault, or Sam's, that's on you, dog"''. He still looks perturbed by the reality of the situation, but he does finally concede. @@color:cyan;''"Alright, I ripped it... But I never rolled a Cuban before, the shit was so dry, and it just crumbled in my hand... Maybe this was a bad idea...."''@@ he admits, the embarrassment now obvious on his face. ''"Yeah homie, it WAS your fault, but you need to own up to that shit from the jump, like a man"''. Alan's face drops, looking annoyed and confrontational again. ''"Chill yo, I'm not saying you're not a man... I'm saying, don't bitch and moan about shit all the time, nobody respects that, you know what I'm saying?"'' You emphasize your point by looking him square in the eye and clapping him on the shoulder. This seems to ease his nerves a bit, and he begins to slowly nod his head. ''"That's right... you all good?"'' You smile, squeezing his shoulder a bit tighter and rocking him back and forth in an encouraging manner. @@color:cyan;''"Yeah, I'm cool..."''@@ He states, stiffening his back to stand proudly before you. Just then, the bell rings signaling that it's time for your next class. ''"Alright yo, it's about that time,"'' you announce, holding your fist out to Alan, who immediately gives you a pound. @@color:cyan;''"Thanks, K... See you later, brother"''@@. You smile broadly in response, ''"No doubt, man, peace"''. With that, you leave Alan behind and make your way to your first class. <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <</if>>\ [[Leave|Week 2 Morning Transition]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/boyswr.jpg" width="630" height="354"></center> You release Sam's wrist and cup the bottom of the blunt to catch the falling weed, your other hand holding Alan steady. ''"Drop it Alan, let it go"'' - you talk over him, not letting him respond - ''"Just cool man, you already ripped the shit, just calm the fuc-"'' That distraction was enough for Sam to tear the leaf short right up against Alan's fingers and pull it away. @@color:cyan;''"What the FUCK! You motherf-"''@@ Alan's words are cut off by a straight left hand the clocks him square in the eye socket, kncoking him off the toilet sideways. You turn to Sam in shock, but he just shrugs his shoulders, pours the weed back into his baggie, and flicks the torn blunt into the air before walking out of the stall. Looking back, you see Alan is still down, having knocked his head against the metal divider. ''"Shit, why didn't you just let him roll it, man?"'' You ask, trying to help Alan back to his feet. He shoves your arm away and stands up on his own, one of his eyes still squinting from the blow @@color:cyan;''"Because I ain't no bitch, like you!"''@@ He sneers, pushing you backward into the stall. Stunned by his sudden outburst of violence, you raise your arms in a defensive posture. Alan seems to take this as a threat and sets himself upon you, using his weight to force you against the wall and grappling with one of your arms. After a brief struggle, he manages to twist your arm backward, forcing you to turn around and give him your back to relieve the pressure on your shoulder. Alan's body rams against you, crushing you into the partition wall, his forearm pinning your head in place. @@color:cyan;''"Why do you always take his fucking side, huh!?"''@@ Alan growls. [[Apologize|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : Support Sam BETA 2]] <<if $str > 40>> [[You manage to fight him off and escape|Week 2 Morning Transition]] <</if>>

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/boyswr.jpg" width="630" height="354"></center> You release Sam's wrist and cup the bottom of the blunt to catch the falling weed, your other hand holding Alan steady. ''"Drop it Alan, let it go"'' - you talk over him, not letting him respond - ''"Just cool man, you already ripped the shit, just calm the fuc-"'' That distraction was enough for Sam to tear the leaf short right up against Alan's fingers and pull it away. @@color:cyan;''"What the FUCK! You motherf-"''@@ Alan's words are cut off by a straight left hand the clocks him square in the eye socket, kncoking him off the toilet sideways. You turn to Sam in shock, but he just shrugs his shoulders, pours the weed back into his baggie, and flicks the torn blunt into the air before walking out of the stall. Looking back, you see Alan is still down, having knocked his head against the metal divider. ''"Shit, why didn't you just let him roll it, man?"'' You ask, trying to help Alan back to his feet. He shoves your arm away and stands up on his own, one of his eyes still squinting from the blow @@color:cyan;''"Because I ain't no bitch, like you!"''@@ He sneers, pushing you backward into the stall. Wasting no time, you smack Alan across his already swelling eye, distracting him, before grabbing his shirt and draping him up against the metal partition. Your larger frame affords you the ability to easily manipulate his body weight, nearly lifting him off the ground. ''"YO! I don't know who in the FUCK you think you are... but next time you put hands on me like that, I'll smash your fucking face!"'' You warn, staring him dead in the eyes, daring him to do something. @@color:cyan;''"Alright... fuck..."''@@ Alan concedes, breaking eye contact offering up no resistance. <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <</if>>\ [[Humiliate Alan|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : Support Sam ALPHA 2]] [[Leave|Week 2 Morning Transition]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/boyswr.jpg" width="630" height="354"></center> You release Alan's wrist focus your attention on Sam, ''"Stop, STOP! you're gonna spill the shit!"''. Momentarily distracted, Sam seems to calm down for a split second, and that's all it takes for Alan to try and yank the blunt from his grip. It tears straight down the middle, depositing most of the weed squarely into the toilet. @@color:green;''FUUUUUUCK!!!''@@ You're about to give Alan a horrified look when a fist whizzes right by your head, clocking Alan right in the eye socket and knocking him off the toilet sideways. You turn to Sam in shock, but he's already wrenching his arm away and storming out of the stall. Looking back, you see Alan is still down, having knocked his head against the metal divider. ''"Shit, why didn't you just let him roll it, man?"'' You ask, trying to help Alan back to his feet. He shoves your arm away and stands up on his own, one of his eyes still squinting from the blow @@color:cyan;''"Because I ain't no bitch, like you!"''@@ He sneers, pushing you backward into the stall. ''"Whoa, just cool man, it's not my fault"'' you explain, spreading your arms in offering. Alan sneers, clearly upset by Sam's rough treatment. ''"Look, we both know Sam can be an asshole sometimes, and you didn't deserve that... After all, you brought the CUBAN, right?"''. This seems to bring Alan around to your side, @@color:cyan;''"I know right? I go to the trouble of swiping this expensive cigar, just so we can all have a special blunt, and this motherfucker punches me in the eye"''@@. He plops himself down on the toilet clutching at his eye, looking rather glum, but not to worse for wear. ''"Hey, hey..."'' you say in a consoling tone, throwing an arm around Alan's shoulders, ''"Don't worry about it, man... At least you still have one good eye to watch gay porn with, right?"''. @@color:cyan;''"haha, fuck you, K, this shit stings, man"''@@ He replies, uncovering his eye and blinking rapidly. ''"Here, let me have a look..."'' you ask, bringing your face close to his and looking deep into his eye. ''"Well, it's a bit red, and some of the blood vessels look-"'' you're cut off mid sentence as Alan closes the distance between you, pressing his lips against yours. You pull away so sharply that your back collides with the stall door behind you. There's a hopeful and apologetic look in his eyes as he raises a hand to try and calm you. Just then, the bell rings, saving you from this awkward encounter. Ignoring any of Allan's further explanations, you back out of the stall and flee the bathroom in search of your first class of the day. <<set $int = $int + 5>>\ <<print "Intelligence +5">> [[Leave|Week 2 Morning Transition]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/boyswr.jpg" width="630" height="354"></center> Throwing Alan to the floor, you pin his knee to the ground with your foot, ''"Don't act like you don't know how bad it is to spill the weed"'' Alan interjects with a whining voice @@color:cyan;''"What? it wasn't my fault that- OOOWWWWW!"''@@ You inerrupt him by stomping on his leg, ''"Pick that shit up, bitch! Every - Single - Grain of it you selfish fuck!"'' Alan hurriedly complies with your order, now sufficiently chastened. You stand tall above his sprawling form, looking down at his wriggling butt as he rushes to fulfill your command. The longer he toils beneath you, the more your respect for him wanes. By the time he's kneeling before you with a small pile of damp weed in an upturned palm, you're knocking it out of his hand and grabbing him by the hair like an animal. ''"You know what? Get my fucking dick out..."'' you casually order. Alan gives you a suffering, pleading look, tears beginning to well up in his eyes. @@color:cyan;''"K... please..."''@@. It's almost a whisper, but the urgency in his voice is loud and clear. You give his hair a little twist, eliciting a whiney squeak ''"Don't make me ask you twice"'' you warn. Reluctantly, Alan raises a shaky hand to your belt, slowly loosening it and giving you a last desperate look. You furrow your brow at him, making your intentions clear, and dousing his last bit of his resistance. His eyes widen when your flaccid member flops out, the pendulous head swaying astride a set of swollen balls. The immediate sense of dread on Alan's face amuses you. You shift your body to face toward the toilet, ''"Good, now hold it for me"''. Alan isn't happy to be in this position, but he breathes a sigh of relief at your request, raising a curious hand up to your cock. His fingers gently contact your shaft just below the head as if testing its weight. You notice how small his hand is compared to yours when he closes his delicate fingers around your trunk. <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/alanpee.gif" height= "506" width="286" style="float:left;"/>\ </body> <</if>>\ ''"Ahhhh fuuuuck..."'' You breathe out in pleasure as a deluge of urine bulges up the length of your dick, exploding out into the toilet below. Alan flinches at the force of it and quickly readjusts his aim. With a satisfied smile, you tilt your head backward and empty your bladder, handsfree, just how you like it. As the stream dies off, you grin down at Alan, hoping to see the defeat on his face. Instead of the depair you expected, he looks blank, staring, hypnotized by your meaty, dripping cock. ''"Yo, shake it off, man.. let's go!"'' You demand, waking Alan from his slumber. He gives you a curious look before gently giving your dick a little waggle. From his kneeling posture, it's difficult for Alan to do the job right, making his motions more of a gentle stroking. The sensation causes your cock to fatten in his small hand, and he responds by giving it a little squeeze. Before you have the chance to reach full mast, the school bell rings signalling that it's time for your next class. Alan instantly breaks his grip, but never takes his eyes off your package as you pull up your pants. ''"Thanks bitch, don't forget to flush"'' you say over your shoulder as you walk out of the stall. You chuckle at the sound of the toilet flushing just as you're leaving the room. <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<print "Dominance +5">> [[Leave|Week 2 Morning Transition]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/boyswr.jpg" width="630" height="354"></center> ''"It's not like that, man"'' you groan, ''"You were ripping the blunt"''. This infuriates Alan further and he smashes you against the wall again, @@color:cyan;''"What if that asshole left a piece of stock in there? Did you consider THAT!?"''@@ He squeezes your fragile body against the wall, compressing your ribcage and forcing the air out of your lungs, making you unable to respond. @@color:cyan;''"No! You didn't! You just assumed it was MY fault, DIDN'T YOU!?"''@@. ''"I'm sorry, man, ok?"'' you sincerely offer. ''"I just wanted to- ACK!"'' you squeak out as he presses against you tightly from behind, increasing the pressure of his forearm on your jaw. Feeling shaken from the rough treatment, you go completely limp hoping he will accept your apology, and your surrender. As the adrenaline drains from your body and your muscles relax, you begin to feel helpless and vulnerable in this position. Your nipples stand erect as they are ground into the partition, and your pert ass is compacted flat by Alan's pelvis. @@color:cyan;''"What did you want, K?"''@@ He demands, leaning into you harder to emphasize his point. @@color:cyan;''"I brought the cuban, Sam provided the weed, why the fuck are you even here, huh?"''@@. He thrusts against you again, fueling his rage, @@color:cyan;''"Always trying to smoke up someone's shit, THAT'S WHY!"''@@. Alan bounces your head off the wall sending you into a daze, your vision blurring, and your mouth hanging open with your tongue lolling out. After a few seconds, your eyes are able to focus again, just as you feel a large, hard object entering into your mouth. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/cuban2.jpg" width="400" height="400"></center> @@color:cyan;''"Is this what you wanted?"''@@ It comes as a whisper, Alan's breath tickling the tiny hairs in your ear. A chill runs through your body, stiffening your little dick as the hard shaft glides over your lips, penetrating deeper into your mouth. You feel his cock harden as he begins to grind insistently against your ass. @@color:cyan;''"You wanted to smoke a blunt didn't you? So suck it!"''@@ Alan orders, shoving the cigar tube into the opening of your throat. ''"Mmmm!"'' You moan, pleading with him as the unyielding metal cylinder invades your orifice. @@color:cyan;''"Yeah, suck it bitch!"''@@ He jeers, forcefully pumping the foreign object in and out of your hole. @@color:cyan;''"Eat it you fucking pussy!"''@@ He commands, burying the tube into your throat as far as it can go. <<if $party1alansuck > 0 or $party1alanfuck > 0>>\ With one swift move, Alan yanks down on the back of your ill-fitting jeans, exposing your pert butt and freeing your erect little dicklet. The sudden draft on your exposed bits makes you quiver in fear and arousal, now amplified by the feeling of Alan's own bare cock nestled between your tender cheeks. He begins to thrust against you again, this time hotdogging you with his rigid member while panting in excitement. <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/alanhotdog.gif" height= "263" width="351"></center>\ <</if>>\ He whispers huskily into your ear, @@color:cyan;''"You'll always be my bitch, Orchid"''@@, as he begins to possessively rub his dick against your tight, pink rosebud. His precum serves as an excellent lubricant, and you can already feel your hole yielding to his pressure. You can't stop shaking, the head of his cock stretching you open, drawing a sound out of your stuffed mouth. ''"<small>mmmm</small>mmmm<big>mmmmMMMM!</big>"''. The initially low moan steadily reaches a higher and higher pitch as Alan's gland gradually begins to penetrate you. Placing your palms flat against the wall, you resign yourself to being fucked in the school bathroom. <</if>>\ As if by some kind of divine providence, the school bell rings at that precise moment. @@color:cyan;''"Shit!"''@@ Alan curses, pulling away and replacing his clothes as the bathroom quickly fills up with students looking to squeeze in a quick pee before class. @@color:cyan;''"Check you later, babe"''@@, and with a final swat on the ass, Alan exits the stall leaving you gripping the wall in frustration, totally exposed from the waist down. Pulling up your pants, you fish the cigar tube out of your mouth and sit on the toilet for a moment to collect yourself. Although you're still shaken from the violent encounter, you also notice that your dick is hard as a rock. With no time to remedy the problem, you pocket the metal tube, stand up, and head for your first class of the day. <<if $masc > 0>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity -5">> <</if>>\ <<set $sub = $sub + 5>>\ <<print "Submission +5">> [[Leave|Week 2 Morning Transition]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/amytest.jpg" width="780" height="438"></center> Slightly edging your seat closer to Amy, you peer down at her paper from the corner of your eye. Her work looks a bit odd, not to mention the annotations are in a language that you can’t read. This doesn’t give you much insight on how to approach the problems yourself, so you decide to directly copy the mathematical answers from her paper. Without looking at your own sheet, you methodically reproduce the characters one by one. Your answers end up on a bit of a slant from your lack of attention, but that shouldn’t matter much. Noting the lack of time, you try and pick up the pace, hoping you can at least get something down. Just as you’re putting the final touches on the last answer, the teacher shouts, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Time! Pencils down and hand your papers forward”''@@. You feel a bit jittery as you add your test to the pile and sweat out the final few minutes of the period. Mercifully, the bell rings and you quickly gather up your belongings in an effort to sprint out of the room. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Kevin, Amy, I need to see you after class"''@@ the teacher quickly orders, freezing you on the spot and putting your sweat glands into overdrive. Weaving around students hurriedly escaping the room, you slowly approach the teacher’s desk to find Amy already there and waiting. Mr. Richards produces your test paper and lays Amy’s paper right beside yours. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“So, Kevin... It appears that your math style has a very strong East Asian influence to it... Is there something you would like to tell me?”''@@. ''“Uhhhh...”'' you begin, desperate for a way out of this, ''“I guess it does, yeah...”''. The teacher furrows his brows at your response, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Cut the crap! Which one of you is responsible for this?”''@@. He levies a harsh glare at Amy, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Was it you, Amy? Did you help him cheat?"''@@. [[Next|Week 2 Monday : 1st period : take the blame]]

There's no use, it's not like you’ll miraculously guess the correct answers, let alone be able to show your work. What's the point of dwelling on it at this point? It’s just one quiz, no big deal. You decide to just relax and run out the clock. With little else to do, you begin practicing your pen acrobatics, that’s always a useful skill to develop. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/penflip.gif" width="480" height="256"></center> You’re on quite a streak of successful pen spins, it’s like the pen is glued to your finger somehow. Right on cue, the pen flies out of your hand at that exact moment, shooting past Amy and bouncing directly under the table. “Shit” you mutter, daring a peek at the teacher only to find him frowning back at you emphatically. Laying your head down on the table, you wait for an opportune moment when the teacher isn’t watching. As soon as he looks back down at his desk, you duck under the table, creeping around Amy’s chair on all fours and scanning the ground for your pen. The structure of Amy’s chair creaks as she adjusts her position. You look up to see if you’ve been spotted and are met with quite a remarkable sight. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/amyupskirt.png" width="640" height="426"></center> Amy’s slumped posture has hiked her skirt up, revealing her scrumptious, panty clad ass. Her pink and white striped panties cling to the curves of backside the same way you would cling to her. One thin strip of fabric is all that separates you from her alluring sex. A truly captivating aroma draws you nearer, and all you can think about is pushing your face into her ass; to bask in her scent, to drink deeply of her essence, to… A brisk tapping sound snaps you back to reality and you whip your head around to locate its source. There’s a nerdy female student staring daggers at you, hammering home the creepy reality of the position you find yourself in. Scrambling past Amy, you finally locate your pen and hold it up with a smile, hoping this will exonerate you in the eyes of the girl. She looks at you with disgust, wrinkling her nose and turning her head away to refocus on her paper. Clambering back into your seat with a semi-erection, you find the teacher staring directly at you and slowly shaking his head from side to side. There’s a definite flush to your cheeks when you quickly break eye contact, turning your head toward Amy. You’re startled to find her already looking at you as well, her knowing smile makes your heart skip a beat. Seeking some kind of escape from this embarrassment, you whip your head around in the direction opposite Amy only to meet the disapproving gaze of another student. A quick look around reveals that you’re surrounded by amused, expectant stares from all of the students in your quadrant of the classroom. Frozen in place, it’s as if you’re waiting to turn the appropriate shade of red before burying your head into the desk and hiding your face behind your arms. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Time! Pencils down and hand your papers forward”''@@. It's somewhat relieving when the students begin to stand and shuffle around trying to get their papers handed in, at least you’re not the center of attention now. With nothing of note on your own paper, you remain seated, hoping all this will be over soon. Just then, the bell sounds, and you spring into action. Picking up your bag, you meld in with the crowd, crumpling up your paper and dropping it in the bin before slipping through the doorway. It sounded like the teacher called your name, but it wasn’t loud enough to warrant acknowledging. In a few long strides, you reach the stairway at the end of the corridor and are free to attend your next class. [[Next|Week 2 Monday : 2nd period]]

With a smile, you draw your test a little closer to Amy, angling the page to give her a better view. She hurriedly glances from your paper to her own, scribbling away with her pencil and racing against the clock. Her other hand, seemingly operating on its own, settles onto your swelling bulge. You scan the area, keeping a diligent eye on the teacher and adjacent students, acting as a lookout for Amy. Her dexterous fingers slide your zipper open, bypassing your boxer shorts and coming to rest on your <<if $body == 4>>capacious<</if>><<if $body == 2>>petite<</if>> scrotum. The sensation is incredible, as she gently begins to tickle the underside of your balls, slightly grazing them with the tips of her fingernails. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/balltease.gif" width="400" height="225"></center> Barely able to contain your arousal, you begin to breathe a little heavier, placing one of your hands on the small of Amy’s back. Your cock strains against the unyielding denim fabric of your jeans, eager to escape its cage in favor of a softer, warmer retreat. Sliding your hand further down her Amy’s back, it finally comes to rest on her firm but pliable ass. You can’t resist giving her cheek a lecherous squeeze, and follow it up by running a finger down her crack. All you can think about is taking her, getting inside her nubile body; with your fingers, with your tongue, with your... cock. The thought sends a rumble through your loins, drawing an unwilling grunt from the pit of your throat. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Time! Pencils down and hand your papers forward”''@@. The teacher's announcement startles you, and it causes Amy to immediately pull her hand out of your pants. With a flush in your cheeks, you continue to breathe heavily, left teetering on the brink of orgasm. The dull throb of your unyielding member is painful and distracting, forcing you to stay seated as the other students turn in their papers. After about a minute or so, your dick has softened to the point where it's safe to stand up and hand in your test. [[Next|Week 2 Monday : 1st period : Let her copy : Next]]

With a frown, you lay an arm across the desk, obscuring Amy's view of your paper. She insistently tugs at your jeans, her hand now grasping at your crotch. You're not having it, twisting your body away from Amy and swatting at her arm. She seems to get the message, firing you an icy look before turning to solicit answers from the student opposite her. The geeky, unassuming boy looks overjoyed by the attention, capitulating immediately when Amy whispers something into his ear. You watch as Amy hunkers down over the desk, scribbling away furiously with one hand, while the other escapes you field of view. The boy is trying to suppress a huge, dreamy grin as Amy wiggles in her seat, drawing nearer to him. A moment later, his eyes fly open, and he gasps in surprise. With his jaw hanging wide open, the boy's breathing begins to intensify in frequency. Looking down at your own paper, you feel as if you've missed a huge opportunity here. You're irritated by what's happening right beside you, and amazed that this hasn't drawn the teacher's attention. You might find this arousing if you weren't consumed by jealousy at the moment. Impatiently tapping your fingers on the desk, you can't resist watching the action out of the corner of your eye. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/amyrub.gif" width="500" height="258"></center> Amy doesn't seem to be doing much, but the boy's reactions tell a different story. Sweat is already beading up on his forehead, and his eyelids are half-drawn in delight. With a catch in his breath, his arms suddenly go rigid, grasping at the edges of his desk. Arching his back, the boy is unable to completely stifle an orgasmic groan, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"hhhrrrnnngggg"''@@. Several adjacent students become curious, trying to discover the origin of the sound, and even the teacher's ears perk up at the commotion. Noticing the teacher's attention, the boy begins to fake a coughing fit, hoping to mask the incriminating sound of his climax. Amy catches on quickly and begins to assist him, patting him on the back in a friendly manner. The teacher frowns in response, now watching the pair of them like a hawk until the very end of the period. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Time! Pencils down and hand your papers forward”''@@. In a huff, you bolt upright, quickly closing the distance to the teacher’s desk and heavily thrusting your paper down onto the hardwood. He glares at you in response, but you’re not interested in his displeasure at the moment. Stomping toward the exit, your mood picks up a bit when you hear Mr. Richards speak, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Amy! I need to see you after class"''@@. [[Next|Week 2 Monday : 2nd period]]

Dropping your gaze towards the floor, you begin to make an apologetic confession, ''“It’s not her fault, sir, this is on me. I copied off her test because I’ve been having trouble understanding the work”''. He doesn’t seem very empathetic to your situation, which isn’t surprising considering you just cheated on his quiz. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Well why didn’t you come to me then? I’m the one with the MASTERS degree!”''@@ ''“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir”'' you concede, hoping he will go easy on you. Leaning back in his chair, your teacher taps his fingers on the desk in an ominous fashion, an obvious scowl on his face as he contemplates your punishment. @@color:lightgreen;''“Mr. Richards? I might be able to help”''@@ Amy suddenly interjects. Broken from his train of thought, he gives Amy a curious look, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Yes, Amy? What did you have in mind?”''@@ @@color:lightgreen;''“Maybe I could help tutor Kevin for your class, if you can give him a pass just this one time”''@@. She offers, squeezing her books tightly against her chest and smiling before adding, @@color:lightgreen;''“Pleeeeease?”''@@. You’re holding your breath and trying to become invisible as Amy pleads your case. With some clear reservation in his facial expression, Mr. Richards finally speaks, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Kevin, you are to attend regular tutoring. This can be with me after school, or by third party proxy tutoring. And you’re LUCKY to get it, do you understand me, boy?”''@@. Wasting no time, you answer him immediately, ''“Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!”''. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Very well... If I don’t see you after school today, I expect you will spending that time studying with Amy”''@@. He stands up before continuing, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“But don’t think your transgression today is forgiven. If your performance doesn’t improve by the end of the week, there will be some serious consequences”''@@. His voice takes on an almost threatening tone as he finishes his statement and sits back down at his desk. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Dismissed!”''@@ he orders, looking back down at his papers. Taking a last look at Amy, she flashes you a proud grin as she turns to navigate her beautiful body out of the room. You wipe the perspiration from your brow and follow her out the door, quickly heading for your next class. <<set $tutor = 1>>\ [[Next|Week 2 Monday : 2nd period]]

<<if $bonnie < 50 && $bonnie != 0>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/drama.jpg" width="581" height="280"></center> The prospect of drama class instantly produces a feeling of tightness in your chest. Anxiety wells up inside you with every subsequent step, and you can’t help but hold your breath as you peek into the classroom. Your eyes dart around the room searching for any signs of Bonnie, but she’s nowhere to be found. Sighing audibly in relief, you rest a bit easier for a moment until someone bumps into you from behind. Spinning around in shock, you lock eyes with one of the other students, just trying to make his way into the classroom. He cocks an eyebrow at you suspiciously, likely wondering why you’re skulking around the doorway. You do feel a bit silly, as one student after another nudges their way past you. Any sense of anxiety is replaced with uncomfortable awkwardness now, so you fall into line with the other students entering the room. Just before you get through the doorframe, someone steps on the back of your shoe, nearly removing it from your foot. Annoyed, you turn to give them a piece of your mind. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniedolleyes.jpg" width="640" height="140"></center> You gasp and tremble at Bonnie’s stony-faced visage, a mere few inches away from you. Her eyes twinkle with a disturbing light, hollow and vacant like a porcelain doll. Framed by her pale, white skin, it’s like staring into the face of a corpse. Frozen in place, you’re unable to react when she suddenly strikes out at you. Her hands quickly pinch at your sides, causing your body to contort from the tickling sensation. @@color:orange;''“Heeheehee”''@@ she giggles, @@color:orange;''“Did I scare you?”''@@. Any sense of fear is dispelled, looking at her large expressive eyes and cute, playful smile. ''“Uhhh.. hehe, no…”'' you reply, wishing there was even a single trace of confidence in your words. She cocks her head to the side like an adorable puppy, @@color:orange;''“You’re so silly, K! Come on, we’re gonna be late for class”''@@. Without waiting for your reply, she takes you by the wrist and leads you into the classroom. Tentatively, you follow right behind her, knowing you need to be in class regardless of Bonnie’s motives. All of the chairs are arranged in front of the stage, with the teacher lecturing atop it. He’s a tall, thin man from the Netherlands, sporting a bushy beard below a mop of brown hair. There’s always a gentle smile on his face, and he seems really laid back, particularly when it comes to the rules. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Hello, everyone! I want you to use this time to get CREATIVE! If you need to do interpretive dance, now is the time. If you need to make silly faces or speak in glossolalia, now is the time. If you want to take a NAP-”''@@, he emphasizes the word by loudly clapping his hands at a particular student. The boy jumps awake, nearly falling out of his chair, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Now is NOT the time”''@@. There’s a murmur of giggles before one of the girls asks if she can work on her project in the park, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Oh! Thanks for reminding me. You will be performing your projects LIVE on Friday, so if you still need to work on that”''@@, you can predict his next words, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Now is the time”''@@. The girl just stares at him wordlessly, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“And of course you can work in the park. Creative inspirations derived from nature have historically-“''@@. All of the students begin to rise from their seats before he’s finished the sentence. The vast majority of them leave the classroom, and Bonnie is quick to lead you right out of the building and toward her nearby domicile. It’s a pretty short walk, but it suddenly hits you, ''“Shouldn’t we start working on this project for drama class?”''. She laughs in response, squeezing your hand a little more tightly in her grip, @@color:orange;''“But we are working on it, silly!”''@@. You’re not sure how to respond to that, but before you can come up with an answer you’re already being pulled inside the door to Bonnie’s place. [[Next|Week 2 Monday : 2nd period :Bonnies house]] <</if>>\ <<if $bonnie > 50 or $bonnie == 0>> Dom/Alt Bonnie path incomplete [[Next|Week 2 Monday : Lunch]] <</if>>\

You get a few strange looks when you make your way to the front of the class, a pair of girls even giggling in your direction. There's still a lingering discomfort from your recently denied orgasm, but you manage to catch up with Amy at the teacher's desk. Mr. Richards is studying Amy's paper with a stern look of disapproval when you lay your test on his desk, drawing his attention to you. At first, there is surprise in his face, but it is quickly replaced by an angry scowl. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Would you care to explain yourself, boy?"''@@ ''"I- uhhhh.."'' you stutter, fearing that you’ve been caught red handed. Folding his arms, Mr. Richards glares at you for an excruciating ten seconds before dropping his gaze below your waistline. Confused, you look down and realize that your zipper is wide open with a clump of your underwear hanging out. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/flyopen.jpg" width="400" height="300"></center> Reflexively turning your body sideways, you quickly yank on your zipper and it immediately gets caught on your boxers. You somehow feel even more embarrassed now as you wrestle with a knot of metal and cloth in front of your teacher. Finally, with your clothing more discreetly arranged, you look back at Mr. Richards, the flush in your face unmistakable. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Do you find my classroom too drafty for your liking?"''@@ Stunningly, he’s still expecting a response, ''“Oh, umm… No sir, you see, I had this… Itch, and I couldn’t quite reach it from-“'' He cuts you off by raising a threatening finger at you, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Don’t!”''@@ he warns. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Perhaps you have a creative explanation for this”''@@ He adds, raising your test into the air, side by side with Amy’s. Cautioning a glance at Amy, you see the same apologetic look on her face that you must be sporting right now. Rising from his chair, Mr. Richards stands tall in front of you and Amy, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"I want to see BOTH of you after school, unless you would rather discuss this with the PRINCIPLE”''@@. @@color:lightgreen;''“Yes, Mr. Richards!”''@@ Amy immediately squeaks, and you quickly nod along in agreement. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Dismissed!”''@@ He orders, reminiscent of an army dril sergeant. You and Amy exchange a relieved look before hurriedly exiting the classroom, hoping Mr. Richards doesn't have a change of heart. <<set $tutor = 1>>\ [[Next|Week 2 Monday : 2nd period]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/lockers.jpg" width="630" height="315"></center> Ivan has a far-off look as his eyes scan back and forth across the pages of a book. He seems oblivious to your presence until you draw nearer, coming to rest right beside him at the lockers. Shrinking into his shoulders, Ivan whips his head around to identify the intruder. @@color:cyan;''“Kev!”''@@ He cries, slamming the book shut and bouncing to his feet to greet you. ''“Yo, Ivan, what’s going on my man?”'' You smile, holding your fist out. He gleefully presses his tiny, delicate fist against yours, thrilled to be included in the masculine greeting – You suspect he doesn’t often have the opportunity to do so. Casually throwing your arm across his shoulders, you take a peek at the book cradled to his chest. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/gulagarchipelago.jpg" height= "300" width="279"/> </center> It takes you less than a second to identify that the book is in Russian, when you realize that Ivan is leaning his weight against you. He turns his head towards you, just inches from your face, and from this range, you’re staring deeply into his pale blue eyes. The sweet smell of strawberries fills your nostrils, and you recall that Ivan’s lips are sensitive to the weather, prompting him to regularly use lip balm. You can see the light sheen on his parted lips, as he softly exhales a perfumed breath that sends a mild shiver through your body. Stiffening up, you untangle your arm and take a step away from Ivan, nervously scratching at the back of your neck. Quickly checking to make sure the coast is clear, you regard Ivan once again, his shining eyes beckoning, questioning. <<if $body != 3>>[[Talk to Ivan about your problem|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : About you]] <</if>> [[Ask Ivan about his problem|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : About Ivan]] <<set $ivanweek2 = 1>>\

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/lockers.jpg" width="630" height="315"></center> Finding an opening in the crowd, you saunter right up to Kate, propping yourself up with one hand against the locker next to hers, ''"Hey baby"''. She’s startled by your sudden appearance, swooping in on her the way you did. @@color:pink;''“AHH! You Jerk!”''@@ she cries, punching you right in the solar plexus. ''“OW!”'' you complain, surprised at how much force she was able to generate, ''“What the hell was that about? I didn’t even sneak up on you, girl”''. Your reaction seems to have an effect on her, softening her mood, @@color:pink;''“Oh… Well don’t scare me like that, ok?”''@@ ''“Wha-“'' you gape, confused by how you’re supposed to go about NOT scaring her. Should you carry a banner and lead an orchestra to announce your approach? The look on her face suggests that she can read your mind, and there’s no sense being argumentative, ''“You’re right, babe. My mistake”''. The gesture puts a smile on her face, nestling up to you on her tiptoes to give you a peck right on the lips. Her scent and warmth radiate around you, it’s intoxicating. Wrapping your arms around her waist, you pull her in for a deep, passionate kiss. She returns your kiss without hesitation, even though students are walking by and whispering to each other. Kate breaks away from you slightly, looking up at you with one hand still resting on your chest. <<if $high > 0>> @@color:pink;''"You're fucked up aren't you?"''@@ she observes, levying an accusing smile at you. You smile broadly in response, shrugging your shoulders, ''“Maaaaaybe”''. Her smile disappears and she swats you on the chest before turning back to her locker with a frown. ''“What’s wrong, baby?”'' you ask. @@color:pink;''“You never think of me, do you?”''@@ she responds, refusing to look in your direction, @@color:pink;''“Never once do I even cross your mind, do I?”''@@. Her words are curt, and her body language clearly expresses disappointment. ''“Aw shit, it’s not like that…”'' you quickly answer, thinking of a way to rectify the problem, ''“Ok, check this out… From now on, you’re my go-to wake and bake girl”''. Her eyes dart toward you, regarding you curiously for a few seconds before you continue, ''“I promise”''. @@color:pink;''“Heehee! YAY!”''@@ she cheers, throwing her arms around your neck and hanging off you limply. It’s an amazing feeling, supporting her with your back, your arms close around her possessively. <</if>>\ @@color:pink;''“Since I’m your girlfriend now, I expect a LOT more attention”''@@ she giggles. ''"Girlfriend?"'' you repeat, thoughtfully. <<if $partykatesub == 1 or $partykatedom == 1>>''"What about Gino? He seems to think you're still his girl"''. This unsettles her, @@color:pink;''"I broke up with him, but he can't seem to get it through his stupid head"''@@. You think about her answer, remembering quite vividly what happened at the party. Kate starts becoming visibly upset by your pause, @@color:pink;''"Do you care about what I think? Or what Gino thinks?"''@@. She makes a good point, @@color:pink;''"I want to be with you, not him. Isn't that enough? Or do you need Gino's permission?"''@@. <</if>><<if $janandkate == 1>>This comes as a bit of a surprise after what happened at the party. ''"Oh, for real? I uhh..."'' lowering your voice, you continue ''"What was all that with you and Jan at the party?"''. She flushes slightly, but answers very quickly in a hushed tone, @@color:pink;''"It was Jan's idea. But... did you like it?"''@@. You can feel the heat rising up to your temples at her suggestion. @@color:pink;''"You looked really cute dressed up, you know?"''@@ she adds, giggling in a way that makes you very uncomfortable. Swiveling your head to see if anyone is listening, you scrub at the back of your neck in apprehension. @@color:pink;''"It's ok if you liked it, and if you didn't, that's ok too. I just like YOU, that's why I'm your girlfriend"''@@. She declares your relationship status as a matter of fact, almost as if you don't have a choice in the matter. <</if>>\ Considering the variables for less than a second, your thoughts are cut off by one overwhelming fact – There’s no way you can reject Kate’s affections. ''“Yeah… I guess you ARE my girlfriend”'' you smile, fueled by her enticing aura of femininity, ''“I think I need to show my girl some attention right now, somewhere a little more private”''. Your cock begins to swell at the prospect, and for a moment, you lustfully gaze into each other’s eyes. <<set $kateweek2 = 1>>\ \ [[Take her under the stairwell|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : Kate : Stairwell]] [[Take her to the bathroom|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : Kate : Bathroom]]

Incomplete <<set $janweek2 = 1>>\ [[Go to your next class|Week 2 Morning Transition]]

At this point, you're pretty sure that hanging out with Gary comes at the cost of skipping class, but it's usually more diverting. While crossing over to the patch of grass, Gary spots you and grins broadly at your approach. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Yo, K! Wassup partna?"''@@ He says, in a suspicious, oddly friendly tone. You eye him quizzically before responding ''"...sup?"'' @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Just maxin' out, man... You want a smoke?"''@@ He offers, extending his arm to thrust a cigarette in your direction. Slowly pulling it from his loose grip, you twist and turn the butt in your fingers to examine every angle, even bringing it up under your nose for a whiff. Everything appears to be fine, but you're still skeptical, ''"Did you put something in here?"'' @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Yeah, there's cyanide in it, I'm trying to poison your ass"''@@. Extending his arms to the side in an innocent posture, he speaks in a mocking tone, as if hurt by your suspicion, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Can't I give my boy a smoke without some Sherlock Holmes shit jumping off?"''@@ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/cigarette.gif" height= "375" width="500"></center>\ Sparking it up, you take a draw and it tastes completely normal, but that doesn't give you much comfort, ''"Alright, cut the shit, G... What do you want?"'' @@color:cornflowerblue;''"What do I want? I want the same shit that you want... I wanna get paid, I wanna get laid, and I wanna get BLAZED! hehehe"''@@. You shake your head at him, but can't suppress a tiny smile that curls one side of your mouth. Looking left and right, Gary takes a step closer to you and lowers his voice, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"And right now, I'm trying to get paid... you feel me?"''@@ You're intrigued, nodding your head upward, signaling him to continue. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"This could be the one, K. This bitch I know... Her parents have a collection of Spanish gold coins. No security, no safe, nothing. It's there for the taking, but I need another man... A driver, and a lookout..."''@@ He places a firm hand on your shoulder before continuing, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"I need someone I can trust"''@@. You don't give it much thought before your curiosity gets the better of you, ''"How much are we talking here?"'' @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Fuck, I dunno, dog... It's antique shit, and it's made of fucking GOLD, you do the math"''@@ he responds, losing his temper a bit. Trying to roughly estimate the value, a bunch of variables pop up in your mind, ''"Hmm... Ok, how many of these coins are we talking about?"'' Ripping his arm off your shoulder, Gary really heats up, hissing through clenched teeth, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"You either wanna get this money, or you wanna puss out, but don't waste my fucking time!"''@@. With that said, Gary steps away and lights up another cigarette awaiting your decision. <<set $garyweek2 = 1>>\ \ [[Go make some money|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : Gary : Money]] [[Go to your next class|Week 2 Morning Transition]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/lockers.jpg" width="630" height="315"></center> You sigh heavily before beginning, ''"Listen man, I... There's something happening to me"'', you admit, sitting down on the floor with your back propped up against the lockers. Ivan quickly joins you, placing a small hand on your shoulder. @@color:cyan;''"What!? What's going on, Kev?"''@@ He asks, obviously assuming the worst judging by the concern in his tone and the expression on his face. ''“It’s…”'' You start to reflect on the past week but your thoughts swirl around your head, difficult to grasp or stay focused on. @@color:cyan;''“Kev,”''@@ Ivan pleads, @@color:cyan;''“You can trust me, but you’re freaking me out here, are you ok??”''@@ ''“I know, man… It’s just… Fuck! I don’t know! Ok? I don’t know!”'' Taking a long, slow breath, the clouds in your mind begin to dissipate and things start to become clear again. Ivan patiently waits for you to compose yourself, gently rubbing your shoulder. ''“I’m… changing, Ivan”'' The concern on his face morphs into confusion, wordlessly begging for clarification. Quickly checking the hallway again, you whisper ''“My body, my body is changing”'' Ivan squints at your form, taking you in head to toe, @@color:cyan;''“Changing? What do you mean, like a werewolf?”''@@ You roll your eyes at his comment. Clearly, your baggy outfit obscures your figure, and it makes sense that some of your physical attributes would be imperceptible. There's only one way to prove it... by showing him the goods, or maybe you should just change the subject. <<if $body == 2>>[[Lead him to the bathroom|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : About you : Beta]]<</if>> <<if $body == 4>>[[Lead him to the bathroom|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : About you : Alpha]]<</if>> [[Change the subject|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : About Ivan]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/lockers.jpg" width="630" height="315"></center> ''"So, ummm.. How’s everything going with you, man?"'' You inquire. Ivan responds very matter-of-factly, @@color:cyan;''"I’m fine, no complaints"''@@. There's something suspicious about his terse reply, ''"You sure? I dunno, you always just seem kind of down… like you’re lonely or something"''. This gets Ivan’s attention, and he stops to think for a moment before shrugging his shoulders, @@color:cyan;''"I guess that I just don’t relate to most of the people at school"''@@. ''"Well I never see you chillin’ with the guys, it’s not like you make an effort"'' you quickly retort. @@color:cyan;''"The guys?"''@@ he asks. @@color:cyan;''"If you mean the guys that you hang around with, then no… They all think I’m lame because I don’t listen to the Wu-Tang Clan…"''@@. ''"Hmmm... They make a pretty compelling case against you, after all, Wu-Tang Clan ain’t nothing to fuck with"''. You grin and playfully nudge Ivan with your elbow but he only rolls his eyes in response. ''"Oh, I see, so maybe we’re all a little too dumb for you then?"'' Ivan shakes his head slightly and raises a hand to stop you there, but you continue regardless. ''"But what about women? I don’t see you clockin’ the hoes either, man. Are you just too sophisticated for bitches?"'' He quickly reddens and breaks eye contact, nervously fidgeting and shifting his feet. ''"Hey man, it’s alright, I know you’re still a virgin, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of"''. This doesn’t seem to console him any, so you dig a bit deeper. ''"What about Emma? You used to be so into her, what happened with that?"''. Ivan is visibly uncomfortable with the subject and stutters out his response, @@color:cyan;''"Uh, I- … I just- …"''@@ ''"You what?"'' you prod him, ''"What did she say?"''. @@color:cyan;''"Well, I umm.. I didn’t really- umm.."''@@ he whispers. ''“You never even TALKED to her!?"'' you ask in amazement, though perhaps a bit too loudly. @@color:cyan;''"Shhhh!"''@@ he begs. ''"Ok, sorry"'' you apologize, continuing in hushed tones, ''"Seriously though, how do expect to get with chicks if you don’t even have the nerve to talk to one of them?"''. Ivan gives you a suffering look, but you keep on pressing him, ''"Look, you’re a smart guy, Ivan… but you’re all thought and no action. There comes a time when you have to act… You know what?,"'' - you stop to peek out into the atrium and spot Emma standing alone by her locker - ''"Oh shit! There she goes right there, man!"''. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/emma.jpg" width="359" height="433"></center> Throwing an arm over his shoulder, you begin to walk him out from behind the lockers, ''"Why are we just standing here talking about it when you could be talking to her right now!"''. Ivan panics and plants his feet, insistently tugging at your shirt, @@color:cyan;''"NO-no-no-no-no- Kev! W-w-wait-WAIT!"''@@. Much to his relief, you stop and hear him out. @@color:cyan;''"I- I can’t… I can’t do it.."''@@. Sighing, you quickly try to formulate a strategy that would help Ivan with his confidence. Suddenly lighting up with an idea, you happily relay it to your friend, ''"Hey! Remember when you played that roguish minstrel character?? How many maidens did he bed? And it wasn’t all charisma rolls… Honestly, I couldn’t believe some of the lines you came up with, it was brilliant!"''. Ivan shakes his head, @@color:cyan;''"It’s not that… It’s…"''@@, he trails off again, seemingly more focused on changing colors and having nervous fits. ''"It’s WHAT, man?"'' you ask, because it seems like there’s something he really wants to tell you. He works his mouth open and closed but no words come out, as if he has no control over his vocal chords. ''"You’re over thinking this"'' you decide, maneuvering yourself behind Ivan. He stiffens up when your hands come to rest on his back, ''"And remember,"'' you whisper in his ear, ''"You’re Bruce, the gay blade!"''. With that, you propel him out into the crowded atrium. [[Next|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : About Ivan : Emma]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/boyswr.jpg" width="630" height="354"></center> Taking Ivan by the hand, you usher him into the bathroom, ducking into one of the vacant stalls. He looks on eagerly as you begin to pull your sweater off over your head. Ivan stares at your lithe, hairless body, his gaze seems fixated on your swollen nipples. ''"See what I mean? I've lost so much muscle mass, and my nipples feel strange... like, sensitive or something..."'' You trail off, breaking eye contact, embarrassed to be discussing your nipples with Ivan. He immediately puts your mind at ease, @@color:cyan;''"Ah, I wouldn't worry about that too much, Kev. That could be anything... maybe an infection, has there been any discharge?"''@@ ''"Oh, um... No, not that I know of"'' you reply, ''"But look how much skinnier I am, man... How do you explain that?"'' Seeming a bit upset by your assertions, Ivan lectures you @@color:cyan;''"I don't remember you ever looking like Hulk Hogan, if that's what you mean"''@@. You sigh in exasperation, but Ivan continues before you can clarify, @@color:cyan;''"I get it, you're a little smaller, right? How is your diet?"''@@. You break eye contact with Ivan, studying the ground in guilt. @@color:cyan;''"Right, it's shit... and have you been engaging in strenuous activities?''@@. Furrowing your brow, you stare at him, now realizing where this is going. @@color:cyan;''"So you're working out and not getting the appropriate caloric intake... Need I say more?"''@@ he asks, standing triumphantly with hands on hips. He seems to have the answer for everything, but he's wrong, you know something is happening to you. His rather arrogant display makes you angry, and you respond impulsively. ''"Well how do you explain this?!"'', you say, yanking down on the front of your pants to reveal you diminutive member. Ivan immediately flushes red, his eyes glued to your organ. ''"It's like half the size it used to be... This isn't normal!"''. Finally finding the breath to speak, Ivan responds, @@color:cyan;''"It's... It's not that small, Kev."''@@. He nervously shifts his feet, bowing his head to avoid your gaze. ''"Not that SMALL!? Look at me man, it's fucking pathetic!"'' You complain, raising your voice a bit louder than you should. Ivan reddens further as you continue to speak, ''"What am I supposed to do with this? Chicks will laugh at me if I pull this thing out! I'm fucked, man! I'm totally f-"'' Having heard enough, Ivan cuts you off by dropping his pants to expose his own, even smaller penis. It's tiny, but perfectly proportioned, with a set of little balls pulled up high to the base. It somehow makes you feel a little better about your own endowment, and you look back up at Ivan to convery that. The look of despair on his face makes your heart drop down into your stomach. ''"Ah fuck... I didn't mean it like that, man"'' you plead, Ivan's eyes filling up with tears, ''"I'm sorry, ok?"''. It's too late, tears start to stream down his cheeks, his breath catching as he begins to sob. You feel so bad that you wrap your arms tightly around his fragile body, embracing him as fully as you can, ''"...Ivan"''. He continues to blubber for a few seconds, his body melting into yours, forcing you to support his weight. When his arms come up to encircle your waist, a delightful chill runs up your spine, stiffening your nipples. The sensation forces you to draw a large intake of breath, and you're reintroduced to the sweet smell of strawberries. You can feel your cock begin to harden against Ivan's stomach as you bask in his warmth and intoxicating aroma. Looking down into his eyes, Ivan seems to have calmed down, but he gives you a sufferingly appreciative smile. Any obstacle or insecurity that would have restrained you disappears in this moment. Without thinking, you plunge your lips down onto Ivan's, succumbing to your insuppressable urge to taste him. @@color:cyan;''"mmmp!"''@@ He squeaks, his eyes flying open in shock. Completely releasing yourself to this feeling, you let your hands wander across his silky body, coming to rest on his tight, compact butt. @@color:cyan;''"MMMMP!"''@@ He mews, opening his mouth to accept your tongue. You can feel Ivan's cute dicklet hardening on your leg as you grind your body against him, and he begins to kiss you back just as fervently. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ivankiss.gif" width="450" height="255"></center> At the height of your passion, the school bell suddenly rings out. A spike of anxiety jolts you awake, breaking you out of your enraptured slumber. That place, that moment, is shattered by the sense of order the bell represents. Immediately breaking off the kiss, you and Ivan stand half-naked in each other's arms, staring at each other, dumbstruck. You quickly turn away, replacing your clothes and placing one hand on the stall door, stopping just for a moment to look back at Ivan. He's still exposed, but he doesn't seem mind, beaming at you with a look of complete and utter adoration. You flash a nervous smile in return and speed your way out of the room //''What the hell was I thinking...''// <<set $ivankiss = 1>>\ <<if $masc > 0>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity -5">> <</if>>\ <<set $sub = $sub + 5>>\ <<print "Submission +5">> [[Next|Week 2 Morning Transition]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/boyswr.jpg" width="630" height="354"></center> Taking Ivan by the hand, you usher him into the bathroom, ducking into one of the vacant stalls. He looks on eagerly as you begin to pull your sweater off over your head. Ivan stares at your stong, well defined upper body, his gaze lingering on your chizeled abdominals. ''"This is fucking crazy, man... I wasn't anywhere near this big last week".'' You say, twisting and posing your body in order to give Ivan a better look. @@color:cyan;''"Oh, umm... you weren't?"''@@ He replies, seeming distracted as his fascinated eyes wander over your body. ''"Are you serious??? Feel this, man"'' you challenge, flexing your bicep. A grapefruit sized lump stretches your skin, pulling it taught around your swollen muscle. Ivan's tentative hand rises up slowly, the sensitive tips of his fingers make first contact, spreading out to allow his palm to sit flat. You expected him to grab your bicep and give it a squeeze, to test out the increased density. Instead, Ivan's hand is exploring every arch and curve of your bicep, one of his fingers tracing a vein that snakes across your muscle. It's starting to feel a little strange. ''"Uhhh, see what I mean? You feel how hard it is?"'' You sputter out, trying to cut through some of the nervous energy. He looks you in the eyes and pauses for a moment before breathing his reply, @@color:cyan;''"...yes"''@@. You're not sure if it's what he said, or the way he said it, but you begin to feel tense. Ivan has imperceptively moved his body closer to yours, not in an imposing way, rather like he is being drawn to you. In that moment of confusion, you draw in breath as his soft hand contacts your lower abdominal muscles. <<if $picsgay == 1>> <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ivanabs.gif" width="500" height="252"></center><</if>>\ It's a paralyzing feeling of stimulation, as his spread open hand gently glides up your body, his soft fingers falling into every nook and cranny of your tight physique. Every muscle that comes under his touch involuntarily flexes, until both of his hands rest on your large pectorals. Feeling very awkward, you twist slightly and brush his arms away from you, ''"I can't figure out how this is happening to me, man..."''. Smiling warmly, Ivan consoles you @@color:cyan;''"Don't worry about it, Kev. You've always worked out, and it looks like that is finally paying off - you're ripped, Kev!"''@@. You sigh in frustration, ''"Yeah, but it doesn't happen overnight, dude! You don't just wake up shredded one day, it doesn't make any fucking sense!"''. Ivan giggles in response, and it kind of irritates you, @@color:cyan;''"Ok, that's true, but have you ever considered that the changes have been gradual and you just didn't notice? This seems like a textbook case of change blindness"''@@. Seeing the blank expression on your face, he continues, @@color:cyan;''"It's the saccade target theory of transsaccadic memory of visual stability. The Beckman institute for advanced science and technology funded this experiment where-"''@@ You cut him off, ''"No! That's not what happening here, man... It's something else, I'm TELLING you, these changes happened overnight"''. This really makes Ivan laugh, and you can't help but bristle at the high-pitched, mocking sound coming out of his mouth. @@color:cyan;''"Come on, Kev... That's not empirically possible"''@@ He sounds so sure of himself and arrogant, the mirth in his tone deepening, @@color:cyan;''"What's more likely? That the laws of physics have been suspended - in your favor (he stresses that point) - or, that you simply put on muscle mass from exercise and didn't notice? We've gotta use Occam's razor when thinking about problems like this, or we're prone to all sorts of FALLACY"''@@. Your temper finally gets the better of you, ''"Oh yeah!?"'' you growl, dropping your pants and waggling your large, flaccid organ, ''"What about this? Is that PHALLUS-Y enough for you?"''. <<if $picsgay == 1>> <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ivanflash.gif" width="500" height="274"></center><</if>>\ His eyes widen even quicker than his jaw drops at the sight before him. ''"What!? You think I'm lifting weights with my COCK too? Do I look like a Shaolin monk, motherfucker!?"''. There is no response from Ivan, who appears to be frozen solid. In frustration, you grab him by the shoulders and inadvertently slam him against the wall of the bathroom stall, ''"IVAN!”''. This seems to wake him up, but he squeezes his eyes firmly shut and raises his hands up to try and protect his face. ''"This is serious man!"'' you insist. As if not hearing you at all, Ivan begins to shake all over, his breathing rapid and irregular. You’ve really had about enough of this, ''"Fucking... STOP IT!"'' you shout, violently shaking him back and forth. Taking his head in both hands, you lean in close to him and soften your tone, ''"Ivan, look at me"''. When his lids slowly inch open, you can see the terror in his pale blue eyes, which appear magnified by the lakes of pooled up tears within. ''"You’re the smartest guy I know, Ivan. I need your help, man… fucking… PLEASE!"''. Somehow, this only increases his discomfort, and he looks at you like you’re a stranger, or a lunatic. His gaze forces you to evaluate yourself, and you quickly realize what you’ve just done. A sudden pang of shame strikes you like a hammer, powerful enough that it would certainly be evident on your face. Nearly on the verge of tears yourself now, you release Ivan from your grip and begin mouthing words, ''"I- I’m-…"''. As soon as he’s free, Ivan bolts for the door as fast as he can. ''"I’m SORRY, Ivan!"'' you shout at his back as the bathroom door closes behind him. The emotions inside of you twist and grapple with each other, tightening your muscles and turning your stomach. Ultimately, rage is the victor, ''"FUCK!"'' you curse, booting the stall door as hard as you can. The resounding crash of metal on metal is so loud that it rouses you from your internal turmoil. //''I need to get the fuck out of here before someone comes to check what that sound was.''// And so you do, covertly sneaking out of the room until the school bell diverts your course toward your next class. <<set $ivanrough = 1>>\ <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <</if>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<print "Dominance +5">> [[Next|Week 2 Morning Transition]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/lockers.jpg" width="630" height="315"></center> Ivan catches himself and falls into a normal stride, looking back at you over his shoulder. You perform a shooing motion with your arms, mouthing the words, ‘go, go, go’. It takes a minute, but eventually Ivan manages to work his way through the crowd, coming to rest directly in from of Emma. At this distance, it's hard to tell what's being said, but Emma looks really shy based on her body language. She's still talking to him though, so that's a good sign. A small group of girls pass by, partially obscuring your view of the couple, and sure enough, they nest right there and start chatting. Shit You think, maneuvering your way around the banks of lockers to find a more suitable vantage point. From this angle, you can see Ivan, calmly explaining something and gesturing with his hands. His words are completely drowned out by a loud group of boys that arrive and drop anchor right next to the women’s circle, clearly trying to win their favor. When a little gap opens up in the traffic, Emma’s face comes back into view. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/emma2.jpg" width="288" height="396"></center> Alright Ivan! You beam proudly, darting your head around to get maximum visibility through the crowd. There’s just too much congestion in this spot, so you start to relocate again, when you hear a colossal roar. ‘What the Fuck?’ you think, breaking off into a run, slaloming around lockers and idling students. Booming laughter ricochets through the corridor, magnified when you break out into the open atrium. You have a very clear view of Ivan now, because everyone has backed away from him, forming a large empty circle with him in the middle - his pants around his ankles. Your jaw drops in shock, mirroring Ivan’s own state of paralysis, but he’s the one who comes to life first. Stumbling to pull his pants up and run away at the same time, Ivan trips, as he comes under fire from the barrages of laughs and insults slung his way. IVAN! You shout, though you can barely hear your own words over the din in the room. Throwing yourself into the crowd of students, you try to swim through the herd in hopes of reaching your friend. It just isn’t happening, you can’t move quickly enough, and Ivan has a clear and open path. You manage to catch a glimpse of him through the crowd just as he crashes through the rear doors of the school. The group of boys you saw earlier are still falling over each other in laughter, and the girls all giggle when one of them wiggles her little pinky finger in the air. It’s enough to turn your stomach, bobbing up and down like a cork in the waters of these stagnant people is making you seasick. When the bill rings, and the disgusting currents carry you toward your next class, all you can think about is how humiliated Ivan must feel – and that it’s all your fault. <<set $ivanemma = 1>>\ [[Next|Week 2 Morning Transition]]

''"Alright, fuck, don't start crying... You know I'm always down for some cheddar, but we're splitting this shit right down the middle, right?"'' you bargain. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Right,"''@@ he smiles, responding rather too quickly for your liking. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Let's get on this shit then, I don't have all day"''@@. Quickly traversing the distance to the parking lot, you embark the vehicle and set off, guided by Gary's directions. It's a fairly long drive, and you're constantly asking questions about the caper, which annoys Gary. He lights up a joint and turns on the stereo - [["C.R.E.A.M." by Wu-Tang Clan|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PBwAxmrE194]]. The rest of the trip is uneventful, until Gary signals you to pull over in an ordinary looking residential area. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Aight, check it... The spot is just up ahead. You stay here, I'll grab the shit and be right back. If you smell pork, blow the horn, but DON'T leave without me, understand?"''@@ he warns. You don't like the sound of this plan at all, but you've come this far, and it's not like you can back out now. ''"Yeah whatever, man... Hurry the fuck up"''. Gary exits the vehicle without another word and starts walking to the end of the street. Taking a quick look around, he ducks behind a rather modest looking house. The building is smaller and older than the adjacent properties, most of which have two-car garages. You start feeling a bit antsy, nervously eyeing the clock, only to find that a mere few minutes have passed. The rest of the street is deserted, no people, no cars, and you can hear the gentle hum of a nearby power transformer. The silence serves to calm you, and you relight a roach from the ashtray to further ease your nerves. After nearly half an hour, you begin to wonder what's going on, when you see a scrawny, trenchcoated figure walking up the street. He looks really shady, stalking his way directly toward the house of gold. According to the shitty plan, you were supposed to sound the horn in case of police, but in this case you decide to: [[Sound the horn|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : Gary : Money : Horn]] [[Wait|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : Gary : Money : Wait]] <<if $body == 4>>\ [[Follow the shady figure|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : Gary : Money : Follow ALPHA]] <</if>>\ <<if $body == 3 && $dom >= $sub>>\ [[Follow the shady figure|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : Gary : Money : Follow ALPHA]] <</if>>\ <<if $body == 2>>\ [[Follow the shady figure|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : Gary : Money : Follow BETA]] <</if>>\ <<if $body == 3 && $dom < $sub>>\ [[Follow the shady figure|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : Gary : Money : Follow ALPHA]] <</if>>\ <<if $kryptonite > 0>>\ [[Grab your bat and follow the shady figure|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : Gary : Money : Bat Follow]] <</if>>\

Slouching low into your seat, you peek at the stranger over the dashboard while firmly depressing the horn. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/carhorn.jpg" width="768" height="448"></center> <big>''BLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRR!!''</big> The figure swings his head around wildly, searching for the origin of the sound. In short order, he's flying into a full sprint across the road and catapulting himself over a lattice fence. Righting yourself in the seat, you throw the car into gear and speed towards the house, screeching to halt right outside the front door. Pumping with adrenaline, you divide your attention between the alleyway beside the house, and the open road. ''"Come on, G"'' you breathe, nervously bobbing in your seat. It's an agonizing two minutes before Gary comes barreling down the alleyway, and you lean over to throw the door open for him. With a crash, he leaps into the passenger seat, just narrowly avoiding catching his foot in the door - @@color:cornflowerblue;''"GO!! DRIVE!!!"''@@. The tires squeal, spinning in place for a moment before you're propelled down the otherwise quiet residential street. By the time you reach a main road, the traffic retards any hope of a hasty escape, forcing you to make pace amidst the congestion. Exhaling a breath you've been holding, you turn to look at Gary. He's sweaty and disheveled, wordlessly staring into the side mirror. ''"Yo, what the fuck took you so long??? Did you get the shit?"'' you ask. It takes a few seconds but Gary finally responds, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Nah, yo... I couldn't find it"''@@. There's something about his tone, the terse dismissive nature of his response makes you think he's lying. Quickly reaching over the center console, you yank Gary's shirt up and shove him hoping to hear a jingle, but there is none. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"AY, motherfucker"''@@ Gary growls, grappling your arm with both of his and shoving you twice as hard in return, jerking the steering wheel and sending your car halfway into the adjacent lane. ''"FUUUUCK!"'' you curse in chorus with the sound of another vehicle's horn, signifying just how close you came to getting into a collision. The other driver leans out of the window screaming obscenities, and it's all you can do to raise a hand in apology. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/carfinger.jpg" width="450" height="304"></center> Regaining full control of the vehicle, you decide to pull over in a nearby strip mall. It takes you a moment to get your bearings before interrogating Gary once more, ''"Don't fuck with me, G... I can tell when you're bullshitting me, and I want my cut!"''. He smirks in response, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Oh, you want it, huh? Well I shoved it up my ass, why don't you cup your hands under my asshole and I'll squeeze out a pot of gold"''@@ You level an unwavering glare at him, not responding, just staring at him expectantly. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"WHAT!? I don't have any fucking gold, asshole!"''@@. This time you can tell he's being honest, and you feel a bit defeated by the whole affair. Unwilling to engage him any further, you drive back to school in silence. Gary jumps out of the vehicle even before it comes to a complete stop. This whole enterprise leaves a bad taste in your mouth, and you chew on it for a few minutes before exiting the car yourself and walking into the school. [[Go to your next class|Week 2 Morning Transition]]

You elect to just wait and see how this all plays out. The figure follows Gary's footsteps toward the side on the house, disappearing into the alleyway and out of your view. You remain vigilant for the next few minutes, anticipating some kind of commotion caused by this improptu party crasher - but nothing happens. Minute by minute, time ticks by, and you become increasingly impatient. After another quarter hour, you lean back in your chair, staring at the roof of your car. You don't often get this view, and you notice at least a dozen burn holes in the fabric. The combined effect of the weed and this more comfortable position soon has your eyes fluttering closed. For a moment you fight to keep them open, scanning the area only to find it completely deserted. Before you know it, your heavy eyelids slam shut and your mind begins to wander... .................. You're starled by a sudden noise, realizing that slumber had taken you for a short time. It's Gary opening the door and climbing into the car seat beside you. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"You call that lookin' out, motherfucker?"''@@ he scolds, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Next time you fall asleep at your post, I'll knock your teeth down your throat"''@@. ''"Fuck you..."'' you mutter, rubbing your eyes to try and clear your vision. ''"What the fuck took you so long, asshole?"''. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Shut your tired-ass up and drive the fucking car"''@@. ''"Again, fuck you..."'' you reply, waiting a dozen or so seconds before setting the vehicle into motion, conveying to Gary that you're not following his orders. Making your way up the peaceful residential street, you hit the main road, forcing you to merge with the slow-moving traffic ahead, ''"Did you get the shit??"''. It takes a few seconds but Gary finally responds, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Nah, yo... I couldn't find it"''@@. There's something about his tone, the terse dismissive nature of his response makes you think he's lying. Quickly reaching over the center console, you yank Gary's shirt up and shove him hoping to hear a jingle, but there is none. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"AY, motherfucker"''@@ Gary growls, grappling your arm with both of his and shoving you twice as hard in return, jerking the steering wheel and sending your car halfway into the adjacent lane. ''"FUCK!"'' you curse in chorus with the sound of another vehicle's horn, signifying just how close you came to getting into a collision. The other driver leans out of the window screaming obscenities, and it's all you can do to raise a hand in apology. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/carfinger.jpg" width="450" height="304"></center> Regaining control of the vehicle, you decide to pull over in a nearby strip mall. It takes you a moment to get your bearings before interrogating Gary once more, ''"Don't fuck with me, G... I can tell when you're bullshitting me, and I want my cut!"''. He smirks in response, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Oh, you want it, huh? Well I shoved it up my ass, why don't you cup your hands under my asshole and I'll squeeze out a pot of gold"''@@ You level an unwavering glare at him, not responding, just staring at him expectantly. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"WHAT!? I don't have any fucking gold, asshole!"''@@. This time you can tell he's telling the truth, and you feel a bit defeated by the whole affair. Unwilling to engage him any further, you drive back to school in silence. Gary jumps out of the vehicle even before it comes to a complete stop. This whole enterprise leaves a bad taste in your mouth, and you chew on it for a few minutes before exiting the car yourself and walking into the school. [[Go to your next class|Week 2 Morning Transition]]

You quickly exit the vehicle and walk briskly down the suburban street toward the house. Your heart begins to beat more rapidly in anticipation of the imminent confrontation. Reaching the alleyway beside the house, you peek around the corner before stealthily creeping around back. The walkway is stone, so you opt to tiptoe your way through the grass, still moist from the morning dew. The soft ground muffles your footfalls enough to hear a jingling sound from the backyard. Carefully edging your head around the red brick of the house, you spot the figure working on the lock with his back turned. Wasting no time, you close the distance with a few spry steps and body check the stranger, pinning him flat against the door. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"ERRRFF!!"''@@ He grunts, trying to call out right before the wind was knocked out of him. You quickly slip an arm under his chin, choking him, and using that leverage you spin him to the ground. Planting a knee into his back, you pin his head flat against the ground with your elbow. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"w-w-wait-WAIT! What the fuck, man?? What the FUCK???"''@@ He blubbers, spreading his arms out flat on the grass as a show of surrender. At this proximity, you can tell he is very light and skinny young man, easily controlled in this position. You relax the pressure on his head and begin to frisk him for weapons, ''"Who are you? What are you doing out here?"'' @@color:lightsteelblue;''"I fucking live here, this is my house!"''@@ He responds, rather too aggressively for your liking. Bearing your weight down, you press a forearm down against the side of his jaw, ''"Nah, bitch... This is MY house!"''. Quickly reversing his attitude, the guy begins to plead between clenched teeth, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"uhkay-uhkay-uhkay"''@@. ''"The coins are MINE, is that clear?"'' @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Coins? ... What coins?"''@@ He asks, sounding puzzled. ''"Don't fuck with me, punk! I wasn't born yesterday..."'' @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Listen man, I don't know what coins you're talking about, for real... I dunno who fed you that story, but - happy belated birthday, y'naw mean?"''@@ He explains, sounding rather candid. Taking a few seconds to think, you put a hasty plan into action. ''"Don't be a smartass! Now get the fuck up!"'' you order, dragging him to his feet by the scruff of his neck and shoving him toward the door, ''"Open it"''. He quickly complies, and at this distance you can see the set of keys already in the door, which makes you think he might be telling the truth. Taking no chances, you keep a firm grip on his coat from behind as you're led into the building. It looks like an ordinary, modest home, aside from the heavy scent of weed in the air. A distant thump immediately draws your attention and you usher the human shield in that direction. Still holding his coat with one hand, the other grips the back of his belt and you slightly duck behind him, peeking over his shoulder. The sound is coming from behind a closed door, and with a sharp prod, your hostage turns the handle and swings open the door. [[Next|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : Gary : Money : Follow ALPHA : Door]]

You crack the door open and quickly exit the vehicle when an idea strikes you. A quick detour to the trunk reveals a brilliant, aluminum bat named 'Kryptonite', which you heft appreciatively. Silently closing the trunk, you begin to walk briskly down the suburban street toward the house. Your heart begins to beat more rapidly, the bat firmly held straight down one of your legs in an attempt to conceal it. Reaching the alleyway beside the house, you peek around the corner before stealthily creeping around back. The walkway is stone, so you opt to tiptoe your way through the grass, still moist from the morning dew. The soft ground muffles your footfalls enough to hear a jingling sound from the backyard. Carefully edging your head around the red brick of the house, you spot the figure working on the lock with his back turned. Wasting no time, you close the distance with a few spry steps and cross-check the stranger, pinning him flat against the door. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"ERRRFF!!"''@@ He grunts, trying to call out right before the wind was knocked out of him. You quickly slip the bat over his head and pull it tight against his throat, choking him, and using that leverage you spin him to the ground. Planting a knee into his back, you readjust the bat again, pinning his head flat against the ground. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"w-w-wait-WAIT! What the fuck, man?? What the FUCK???"''@@ He blubbers, spreading his arms out flat on the grass as a show of surrender. At this proximity, you can tell he is very light and skinny young man, easily controlled in this position. You relax the pressure on his head and begin to frisk him for weapons, ''"Who are you? What are you doing out here?"'' @@color:lightsteelblue;''"I fucking live here, this is my house!"''@@ He responds, rather too aggressively for your liking. Bearing your weight down, you press the bat down against the side of his jaw, ''"Nah, bitch... This is MY house!"''. Quickly reversing his attitude, the guy begins to plead between clenched teeth, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"uhkay-uhkay-uhkay"''@@. ''"The coins are MINE, is that claer?"'' @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Coins? ... What coins?"''@@ He asks, sounding puzzled. ''"Don't fuck with me, punk! I wasn't born yesterday..."'' @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Listen man, I don't know what coins you're talking about, for real... I dunno who fed you that story, but - happy belated birthday, y'naw mean?"''@@ He explains, sounding rather candid. Taking a few seconds to think, you put a hasty plan into action. ''"Don't be a smartass! Now get the fuck up!"'' you order, dragging him to his feet by the scruff of his neck and shoving him toward the door, ''"Open it"''. He quickly complies, and at this distance you can see the set of keys already in the door, which makes you think he might be telling the truth. Taking no chances, you keep a firm grip on his coat from behind as you're led into the building. It looks like an ordinary, modest home, aside from the heavy scent of weed in the air. A distant thump immediately draws your attention and you usher the human shield in that direction. Still holding his coat with one hand, the other is closed around the bat resting on your shoulder, ready to unleash a short, quick strike at any moment. The sound is coming from behind a closed door, and with a sharp prod, your hostage turns the handle and swings open the door. [[Next|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : Gary : Money : Follow ALPHA : Door]]

You quickly exit the vehicle and walk briskly down the suburban street toward the house. Your heart begins to beat more rapidly in anticipation of the imminent confrontation. Reaching the alleyway beside the house, you peek around the corner before stealthily creeping around back. The walkway is stone, so you opt to tiptoe your way through the grass, still moist from the morning dew. The soft ground muffles your footfalls enough to hear a jingling sound from the backyard. Carefully edging your head around the red brick of the house, you spot the figure working on the lock with his back turned. This is you opportunity to get the jump on the stranger, but you hesitate. It's difficult to control your breathing due to the adrenaline running through your body, and your hands won't stop shaking. Taking an experimental step out into the open, you manage to get closer and closer without alerting him to your presence. Suddenly, he defeats the lock and throws the door open, prompting you to throw yourself on top of him in desperation. Both of your arms twist around his neck, but he drops his chin and raises his shoulders just in time to thwart your clumsy choke attempt. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"FUCK!"''@@ He exclaims, thrashing around and bending over deeply, lifting you off the ground. Continuing the motion, he rolls forward, flipping you over his shoulder and onto your back. Trying to retain control of his body, you wrap your legs around him but he manages to twist out of your grip, turning to face you from the top position. One of his hands clamps around your throat and he begins to fire off punches with his other arm. Most of the punches are partially blocked or deflected by your flailing, but more than one connects with the side of your head. ''"Wait-wait! Stop!"'' You plead, crumbling under the barrage of punches coming at you. To your surprise, the blows do abate, possibly due to his fatigue rather than your words. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Who the fuck are you!"''@@ He demands, roughly slamming you against the ground by your neck. ''"I… uhhh… I’m-"'' Your words are cut off by a loud thump from the other room that whips your head around. The fear of him discovering Gary must be evident on your face, because his eyes widen in suspicion. He hauls you upright by the scruff of your neck and begins marching you down the hall toward the direction of the sound. You hesitate for a moment before he prods you from behind, indicating that you should open the door. With no other choice, you turn the handle and fling it open in one quick motion. [[Next|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : Gary : Money : Follow BETA : Door]]

Once the door is cracked open, you shove the captive through the doorway, flinging him onto his face. Storming in after him, you're met with a sight that dissolves all the mystery previously surrounding this caper. It's Gary, and he's lying on a fold-out couch with a shapely young lady expertly riding his dick. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/garycowgirl.gif" height= "480" width="640"></center>\ Your ex-prisoner, the first one through the door, is also the first to react - @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Dixie! What the fuck!"''@@ At the same time, Dixie stops her motion and covers her nipples with both hands, @@color:pink;''"DALE! Get out of here you PERVERT!"''@@ Noticing your presence, she becomes even more irate, @@color:pink;''"Who the fuck is that!?"''@@ Gary perks his head up, cracking a smile when he spots you for the first time. He's about to speak, but you beat him to the punch. ''"You lying motherfucker!"'' you curse, stomping towards the bed. Gary tries to throw Dixie off him and sit up, but you're faster, pushing down on the girl's back and pinning them both to the bed. @@color:pink;''"Hey asshole!"''@@ she complains, but you snap back at her immediately - ''"Shut up, bitch!"'' She balks at your words, and it delays her enough for you to focus back on Gary, ''"There never were any coins, were there, G?"'' Gary sneers at you, but it's Dixie who answers, @@color:pink;''"Gary! Who is this fucking asshole!?"''@@ - @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Shut up, bitch..."''@@ Gary responds, dismissing her before addressing you in a very sardonic tone, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"I'm kinda busy here, K. So why don't we talk about this shit later, ok sweetie?"''@@ ''"No!"'' You bark, ''"We can't talk about this later you lying fuck! I could have broke this dudes neck just because you wanted to get your dick wet!"'' Gary starts to laugh, noticing that Dale is still on the floor beside the bed. ''"Is it really that funny?"'' You growl, grabbing dixie by the hair and mashing her face into Gary's. ''"Is this what you want? Huh!? Kissy-kissy-kisseeeeeey"'' you mock, briefly grinding her sputtering face against Gary before finally letting her go. Once Dixie is free, she begins to flail her arms and shriek, @@color:pink;''"You FUCK! You fucking, FUCK! You...."''@@ she seems to have run out of expletives, before settling on her favorite one @@color:pink;''"ASSHOOOOLE!"''@@. It's amazing how red-faced and indignant this bitch is, especially considering that she's still impaled on Gary's cock - Though her outburst does give you an idea. ''"I still want my cut, G... And I'm taking it!"'' You announce, noting the puzzled look on Gary's face. Stepping behind Dixie, you yank at your belt and drop your pants around your ankles. There's a conveniently placed lube dispenser on the dresser, and spying her slightly gaped butthole, you can tell it sees a lot of use. The squirting sound must have alarmed Dixie, because she whips her head around to see what you're up to. @@color:pink;''"What are yo-UUGHH"''@@ She groans, as you mount her and firmly press the swollen head of your cock against her clenched hole. @@color:pink;''"Oh ffffffuuuuuuuuuuuck!"''@@ she moans, as her helpless sphincter is forcefully stretched open by your unyielding meat-spear. When her anal ring finally closes down over the ridges of your head, you begin to roughly spank her ass, pleased by the way she reflexively grips you with her hole. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Dix!"''@@ Dale cries, making no move to intervene. @@color:pink;''"Get! -huff- out of here Dale!"''@@ She orders, but it comes out as more of a breathless plea. You don't know if Dale complies or not, nor do you care, but you take her words as an invitation. Hunkering down, you grab her by the shoulder and viciously sheathe your fat organ into her guts with a single thrust. @@color:pink;''"AAAHHHHHHH!"''@@ She screams, either in pain or pleasure, it makes no difference to you. Emboldened by her submission, you begin to ruthlessly pound her shit-hole while Gary does his part from the bottom. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/garydp.gif" height= "316" width="499"></center>\ @@color:pink;''"oooooooOOOOOOHHHHHH!! UUUHH! UUUHH! UUUNNNGHHHHH!"''@@ Dixie's violent orgasm shakes her entire body, spraying her juices up against the bottom of your testicles. Her lewd display has you rock hard, jackhammering her slack pucker with reckless abandon while your sodden balls audibly slap against her taint. Her wails of overstimulation are drowned out by the sloshing sound of Gary's cock pistoning into her sloppy cunt. The relentless assault on both her holes has Dixie panting, finding her second wind, and working herself up for another orgasm. She begins aggressively bucking back against both of your cocks, @@color:pink;''"Oh yeah! Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck meeeee!"''@@ She jerks up into a sitting position, arching her back so that her head is lying on your shoulder. One of her hands reaches up behind your head, her fingers running through your hair, while the other reaches around to grip you by the ass cheek. Although you're fucking her as hard as you can, she begins to taunt you, @@color:pink;''"Fuck me harder you wimp! Be a real man for once in your life! Yeah! Give it to me!"''@@ Your heart is beating fast enough that you could have a heart attack and die happy right now, beads of sweat running down your cheeks as your red hot member teeters on the brink of explosion. As if sensing your imminent climax, Dixie begins to husk obscenities into your ear. @@color:pink;''"Fuck yeah! I love shitting on your dick! Cum in my ass, baby! Empty your balls into my slutty little asshole you filthy butt-fucker"''@@. ''"Oh fuck! You dirty bitch! URRRRGGGGGHH!"'' you groan, thrusting as deeply as you can, unleashing what feels like a torrent of cum into her hollowed out colon. A second urgent thrust dislodges another reservoir of backed-up semen that you readily pack into her receptive guts. On the third thrust, Dixie contracts her hole when you bottom out in her, milking your aching cock of every last drop as you slowly withdraw it from her ass. Trying to catch your breath, you use a corner of the bed sheet to wipe off your spent member and tingling balls. ''"Holy shit..."'' you pant heavily before continuing, ''"I guess we're even, G. Hahaha"''. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Fuck you, shit-dick"''@@ Gary lazily replies, seemingly having finished as well. ''"Real cute, you can find your own way back for that comment, homie"''. In replacing your clothing, you notice Dixie glaring at you with a cross expression. ''"It was nice MEATing you too... //Dicks//... And it's not just a clever name"''. She rolls her eyes in response, @@color:pink;''"Oh yeah, like I've never heard that one before..."''@@. ''"Hahaha! Why am I not surprised?"'' you retort. She smirks, cocking her head to the side and flipping you the bird. The gesture doesn't fool you though; she likes you, you can see it in her eyes. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Get off me you gooey bitch!"''@@ Gary complains, rolling her over sideways. @@color:pink;''"Fuck you Gary, you're such a-"''@@ The rest of the conversation is cut off as you shut the door from outside the room. Making your way to the exit, you spare a glance at Dale who nervously fumbles with a magazine to cover up his crotch. Without another word, you head out the back of the building and walk to your car. ''//Goddamn, that girl is a freak! She easily took me and Gary at the same time, and could handle a lot more besides, I'd wager. This job was kind of a bust, but it beats the hell out of math class.//'' It takes you a minute before you fire up the engine and try to make it back in time for your next class. <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <</if>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<print "Dominance +5">> [[Go to your next class|Week 2 Morning Transition]]

Once the door is cracked open, you're shoved through the doorway, landing flat on your face. Turning your head from a downed position, you're met with a sight that dissolves all the mystery previously surrounding this caper. It's Gary, and he's lying on a fold-out couch with a shapely young lady expertly riding his dick. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/garycowgirl.gif" height= "480" width="640"></center>\ Your ex-captor, is the first to react - @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Dixie! What the fuck!"''@@ At the same time, Dixie stops her motion and covers her nipples with both hands, @@color:pink;''"DALE! Get out of here you PERVERT!"''@@ Noticing your presence, she becomes even more irate, @@color:pink;''"Who the fuck is that!?"''@@ Gary perks his head up, frowning at the sight of you, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"I told you to wait in the fucking car, K"''@@. This gives you pause, conflicted by the fact that he lied to you, and the compromised position you now find yourself in. Completely at a loss for words, your attention is diverted to Dixie's hips as they begin to gyrate again. The scent of sex is heavy in the air, growing more pronounced by the moment as Dixie increases her pace. Gary joins in, bucking up into her, ignoring you and Dale completely. Time seems to slow down, and you're transfixed by the sight of Dixie's flexible orifice being rhythmically pumped. The spell is broken when you hear her voice, @@color:pink;''"Get out of here Dale!"''@@ she orders, @@color:pink;''"And take your boyfriend with you"''@@. Nervously getting to your feet, you look at Dale, who sadly motions for you to follow. It's a short trip to the nearby living room, and you plop yourself down on the couch beside Dale. He looks visibly troubled, judging by how his hand shakes when he relights a joint that was sitting in the ashtray. Without sparing you a glance, he passes the joint after securing a few big hauls for himself. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"So, Kay?"''@@ He says, rolling the word around his mouth rather distastefully, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Why are you here?"''@@. You flush, feeling a spike of anxiety over the planned robbery while rubbing at the lump on the side of your head. ''"Uhhh.. I'm just Gary's ride"'' you recover. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"So why the fuck did you try and jump me like that?"''@@ He immediately asks. ''"Oh... Shit, I dunno, man... Gary said a chick lives here, and you look shady as fuck!"''. He seems skeptical about your response, so you quickly continue, hoping to change the subject ''"How about you and Dixie? Is she your... sister?"''. It's Dale's turn to be uncomfortable, visibly paling and clearing his throat, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Nah, she's my... roommate"''@@. Judging by his body language, you can tell there is more to the story, and the scene in the other room likely tells the tale. Noticing your look of disbelief, he continues, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Ok, we dated for a while but shit didn't really work out, y'naw mean?"''@@. ''"Yeah! Hey... I mean, it's cool man, ya know?"'' you nervously mumble through a cloud of smoke, passing the joint back to Dale. The weed seems to work quickly, changing Dale's demeanor within a few short minutes, @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Well, I hope I didn't box you up too bad, you seem aight"''@@. ''"Nah, don't sweat it, I'm all good... That throw was pretty dope though, was that Judo?"'' You reply, finally settling into a semi-calm state. Dale flashes a knowing smile, exhaling a plume of smoke and opening his mouth to respond before he's interrupted by muffled cries from the other room. <small>@@color:pink;''"OOOOHHHHHHH! YES! YES! FUCK ME HARD! OOOOOHHH FUCK ME HARD! AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH"''@@</small> Hit with a fresh wave of discomfort, your eyes begin to dart around the room in apprehension. Dale seems similarly disturbed, judging by the way he scrubs at his forehead. The rest of your visit is spent passing a joint back and forth in total silence, until the bedroom door is flung open. Gary emerges, still tightening his belt, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Let's go, K. Come on, I got shit to do"''@@. He orders, exiting the building. @@color:pink;''"DALE! Get in here!"''@@, commands Dixie's shrill voice from afar. Looking at each other briefly, it somehow feels as if you're in the same position. With a brief exchange of failed fist-bumps, you both stand to attend your respective charges. Leaving out the back door, you see Gary already planted in the passenger seat of your car. With a frown, you join him in the vehicle. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Home Jeeves!"''@@ he laughs, resting one of his feet up on the dashboard. ''"Yo, you're a fucking asshole, man!"'' you complain. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Chill the fuck out, K... I told you we were going to this chick's crib"''@@. ''"No! You LIED to me!"'' you snap back, the hurt feelings creeping into your tone of voice. Gary picks up on it, and is quick to mock you in response, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"ooooooh, you lied to meeee, you LIED to meeeeeee, waaaaaaah!"''@@. Seeing the disgust in your face, he continues, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Why you gotta act like such a fucking bitch all the time, K!? I'm starting to wonder about you, dog... for real though"''@@. ''"Whatever, man... I already knew you were an asshole, but now I know that I can't trust you anymore"''. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"What!? Why? What's got your panties in a twist this time? I was just busting your balls a little bit... Fuck, I wouldn't have said shit if I knew you would cry about it this hard!"''@@. Aggravation grips you so tightly, you're forced to throw your head back in frustration, ''"Don't you know the story of the boy who cried wolf?"'' Lighting up a cigarette, he fills the car with smoke before answering, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Naw son, I didn't spend much time bouncing on daddy's knee listening to stories. I was too busy dodging beer bottles and belts"''@@ Turning in your seat to face Gary, you lock eyes and take a very serious tone, ''"There was a young shepherd boy in charge of a flock of sheep. He would get bored waiting out in the fields all day, so he would cry out about a wolf attacking the flock, bringing all the villagers running to his aid. But there was no wolf, the boy had lied to them"''. @@color:cornflowerblue;''"BWAHAHAHAHA! I like this kid!"''@@. Pursing your lips in annoyance, you continue the story, ''"The next day, the boy did the same thing, and everyone came running; and the next day, and the next. One day, a real wolf did attack, and no matter how loud he cried out for help, nobody came, so the boy and his flock were eaten up!"''. Gary looks unimpressed by the story, so you try and clarify the message for him, ''"Don't you get it? When you lie all the time, nobody will believe you, even when you're actually telling the truth"''. He furrows his brow at your conclusion, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"Are you sure that's what it means?"''@@. Puzzled by the query, you insist, ''"Well yeah, what else could it be?"''. He grins broadly during his very matter-of-fact reply, @@color:cornflowerblue;''"That you should never tell the same lie twice"''@@. It's all you can do to shake your head in disapproval, and now you've really heard enough. Throwing the car into gear, you head back towards the school in silence, seriously reconsidering your "friendship" with Gary. <<if $masc > 0>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity -5">> <</if>>\ <<set $sub = $sub + 5>>\ <<print "Submission +5">> [[Go to your next class|Week 2 Morning Transition]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/jainstaff.jpg" width="485" height="358"></center> <big>''KLACK-KLACK''</big> The sound of wood on wood bounces through the sparsely littered boughs of the forest glade. A sweet breeze whistles through the air, chilling you when it touches the light sheen of moisture on your gossamer skin. You try and take a moments rest, but Ser Karl swings his staff at you once, twice. <big>''KLACK-KLACK''</big> <body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/karl.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ You beat away his blows, stepping backward quickly enough to get out of range. Karl sighs heavily, turning his back and slowly walking back to his mark... @@color:teal;''"...Again"''@@ he commands. Swinging left, swinging right, Karl pushes you backward once more. This time he finds an opening, deftly pressing the tip of his staff into your shoulder and shoving you off balance, @@color:teal;''"Don't break your stance, child"''@@. </body> You reset your position, expecting the same combination of strikes again, and it comes, but faster and harder. It's too much, you're stumbling backward, barely able to deflect his blows. @@color:teal;''"No! Don't cross your feet, girl!"''@@ he scowls. Finding his mark, Ser Karl plants the tip of his staff into the ground, @@color:teal;''"Again!"''@@. There's no time to catch your breath, Karl is on the attack, but this time you meet him head on with all your might. The clash vibrates the staff in your hands so violently that it's freed from your grip, sailing through the air and you're met with the tip of Karl's weapon an inch from your face. @@color:teal;''"Never meet force with force when you're outmatched in size and strength"''@@. <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/jain1.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Panting in and out, you clutch at your sore wrist, hoping for a modicum of sympathy from your seemingly aloof instructor. ''"Isn't this about enough, Ser Karl? It's getting dark, and I hear the cook is preparing roasted pork for supper"'' you negotiate, knowing it's his favorite dish. Karl shows no signs of concern, impatiently awaiting the next engagement. You're really starting to get annoyed now, picking up your staff, you hatch a little scheme to surprise old Karl. </body> @@color:teal;''"...Again"''@@ he instructs, sounding bored with the whole affair. Knowing exactly how he plans to attack should make this very easy, and when Karl begins his motion, you spring into action. Deflecting his first blow exactly as instructed, you quickly duck under the second and lunge at his chest with your staff. With very little effort, Karl's second strike flows into a deflection, angling the point of your staff right into the ground. You're almost impaled on your own weapon as you fall forward out of balance. If that isn't enough, Ser Karl sidesteps and whacks you right on the butt, sending you face-first into the muck. @@color:teal;''"HAHAHA! Paaaatience young one, never overextend your thrust"''@@ his laugh seems to mock you. Taking a moment, you slowly return to your feet, scraping some of the dirt off your modest training dress and tugging at your braid in frustration. Taking a deep, relaxing breath, you stroll back up to your mark in a serene stance. Karl smiles before joining you, preparing for the next round. This time, you briefly close your eyes and whisper an oath to your deity just before Karl's strike. The staff shimmers in your hand as you swing it to meet Karl, and he notices at the last second, but it's too late. Upon contact, your staff emits a blast of kinetic energy that snaps Karl's weapon like a twig and propels him backward, rolling head over heels into the mud. ''"HA-HA!"'' you cry out in triumph. Nimbly rolling back to his feet, Ser Karl is still hafting both ends of the broken staff and taking a two-weapon fighting stance, @@color:teal;''"Stop this Jain! NOW!"''@@. With a wry smile and the flourish of a hand, the magical field around your weapon disperses into glittering particles that float to the ground. Finding your mark, you mock Ser Karl's instructions, ''"Never underestimate your opponent, old man. Again? or have you had enough for one day?"''. Karl visibly relaxes his stance, snorting derisively and flinging the broken shafts of wood over his shoulder. @@color:teal;''"To be honest,"''@@ he begins, trying to dig a clump of mud out of his ear, @@color:teal;''"I was thinking about getting some of that roast pork"''@@ he grins broadly, twitching his mustache from side to side in a way that makes you giggle in response. You mount up the horses tethered nearby and begin trotting back to the city. <<set $jain = 1>>\ <<set $roh = 0>>\ [[Next|Jain Ride Home]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/rohcell.jpg" width="800" height="450"></center> ''"ILLYANA!"'' you cry, jerking upright, awakened from your troubled slumber. The cold reality of your situation slowly returns in a haze of blurry vision. Roughly hewn stones dominate your view, carefully stacked to form the dank walls of your prison. A dark patch on the floor reminds you of the crude straw bedding that used to occupy a corner of your cell. The swarm of biting, stinging insects housed within the straw prompted you to stuff it all out the window weeks ago. A large steel gate stands as the only exit, leading to a torch-lit corridor of similarly constructed holding chambers beyond. Muscles ache and bones creak when you right yourself up to a sitting position, your back flat against the slimy, moss-ridden wall. The thick, resilient hide that covers your body serves as a protection from the deleterious conditions. This environment is designed to drain the life and strength out of its captives, and you suspect the men of this kingdom would be much more susceptible to the effects. Large manacles, more befitting a beast than a man, tightly clamp around your ankles. The cold steel bites into your flesh, rendering your feet almost completely numb. Worst of all, the starvation diet compounds your feeling of weakness with each passing day; dried bones crawling with maggots. Ironically, the little critters are the most nutritious part of your daily meal. <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/dirk.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ @@color:gold;''"You really miss her, don't you, big guy?"''@@. Darting your eyes to the window reveals the source of the voice. A familiar roguish looking man of non-descript age, his gaunt and angular face reminiscent of a sickly bird. @@color:gold;''"Nothing like a good hard shag, eh? hehehe"''@@ he chuckles, @@color:gold;''"Don't mistake my intentions, Roh. I'm neither equipped, nor willing to help you on that front"''@@. </body> This isn't the first time Dirk has visited you, but you've never trusted him. More than likely, he's being sent to try and extract information from you. For this reason, you've never spoken a word to the scoundrel - but how does he know your name? You curse inwardly, your own treacherous tongue betrays you while you sleep. As if noticing your reservation, he begins anew, @@color:gold;''"I'm a friend, and I come bearing news"''@@. Leaning his slender nose between the bars, he proceeds at a hoarse whisper, @@color:gold;''"It seems your imprisonment is coming to its conclusion. In fact, this will be your last day"''@@. The very thought of freedom lifts your spirits, a deep yearning stirs from within - you have to get back to her! @@color:gold;''"Of course,"''@@ he continues, @@color:gold;''"I'm here to make sure that doesn't happen"''@@. He grins, working a cloth package through the bars and tossing it at your feet. You glance at the package for an instant before turning your gaze back to Dirk, but he's already gone. His cryptic words still echo in your mind as you slowly unwrap the package. The first thing you notice is the sweet waft of freshly baked bread in your nostrils. A wedge of cheese and triple helping of salted pork serve to complete the impromptu feast that has just landed in your lap. //''Poison''// you immediately conclude. The aroma is so intoxicating, that you begin to salivate uncontrollably, your neglected stomach groaning painfully. It seems as if your own hunger begins to negotiate with your brain. //''They are weak, their poisons must be weak as well. How much worse can it be than the diseased filth I've already eaten?''// To your horror, it becomes apparent that you've been considering the thought around a mouthful of pork. Accepting the inevitable, you give in to ravenous hunger and wolf it all down within seconds, discarding the empty bag out the window. Closing your eyes, you helplessly wait for the burning sensation of the toxin to rise up in your belly - but it doesn't come. Instead, you can feel a surge of energy begin to well up within you, fuelling your muscles and clearing your vision. The sound of boots on stone from the corridor draws your attention, and you stand to meet them head on. A grizzled warrior that you recognize as the master-at-arms steps into view, flanked on either side by a quartet of guardsmen. He is very large for one of his ilk, clad all in plate, and standing just a head shorter than you. So many of them... it seems they're taking no chances. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"It's time, beast!"''@@, the leader announces, jingling a large ring of keys in the lock. An immediate need to bolt washes over you, but you suppress the urge, allowing them usher you into the hallway. You walk proudly, noticing a security station at the end of the corridor. Guards snap to attention, aiming bows at you from behind the bars. Indeed, no chances at all. You're escorted into a long, dimly lit passage, and violently shoved from behind. Stumbling forward a few steps, you spin around just in time to see a steel gate slammed shut and locked behind you. The guards mutter to each other, then begin to chuckle as they turn and head back in the other direction. With no options available, you warily traverse the remaining distance, through the tunnel and out into an open area. <<set $jain = 0>>\ <<set $roh = 1>>\ [[Next|Roh Arena]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/darkforest.jpg" width="800" height="450"></center> The daylight is fading sooner than expected, so you and Karl pick up the pace to a light gallop. @@color:teal;''"I've told you about using magic in the past, girl. You're supposed to be learning the staff, not invoking the goddess"''@@. ''"Well what's the point anyways? I should be focusing on fulfilling my birthright, not fiddling around with sticks"'' you reply very matter of factly. @@color:teal;''"Listen to me, child, it's important to have balance in all things. The staff can teach you patience and discipline"''@@ Karl finishes the statement half under his breath, @@color:teal;''"That you very much need"''@@. The doubt evident in your tone, you capitulate to the old warrior's advice, ''"As you wish, Ser Karl"''. He is unconvinced by your response, @@color:teal;''"I also heard about that little stunt during your herbalism exam. Grew a plant, seed to flower with a snap of your fingers"''@@. You smile pleasantly, recalling the colorful petals birthed out of your own love for the goddess. Karl notices your pride, @@color:teal;''"Yes, very impressive, but what did you learn about herbalism? Nothing, that's what"''@@. His words are starting to make a lot of sense, and Ser Karl is much wiser than you. Opening yourself up to his advice feels like the right idea, but the thought is quashed by his next statement. @@color:teal;''"What would the queen think about you shirking your lessons?"''@@. This ignites a fire under you, ''"Can't I go one hour without hearing about my mother? I'm my own woman Karl!"''. @@color:teal;''"Your own woman? Have you been saddling up to that roguish stableboy again? What was his name, //Dirk?//"''@@ he rolls the name around his mouth distatefully. @@color:teal;''"Surely you wouldn't give up your chastity and birthright for a miscreant such as him!"''@@. The agitation in his voice amuses you, ''"Oh my, Ser Karl, you almost sound... Jealous!"'' you giggle. He looks back at you with stone-faced concern. ''"Worry not, brave Ser Knight, my love exists for the goddess alone, and no other"''. Karl's breath is heavy, shaking his head with a smile, @@color:teal;''"Girl, one day you will-"''@@ his words fall short, pulling his horse to a halt along with yours, @@color:teal;''"Listen"''@@ he whispers. You hear the rushing of the wind, the creaking and crowing of beasts and bugs, but there is something else. A distant, far off sound in the background of it all, a faint rumbling noise. Ser Karl's eyes widen in fear, @@color:teal;''"RIDE!"''@@ he roars, spurring his mount up to full speed with you in tow. It takes all your concentration to ride at this speed, ducking low to reduce the wind resistance as your steed flies alongside Karl's animal. Breaking free of the tree line, you see a dark aura on the horizon. It’s hard to focus your vision that far from horseback, but the aura is moving and spreading across the rolling landscape. You know what the ominous sound is now, it’s an army. @@color:teal;''"We have to warn the city before it's too late!"''@@ Karl bellows. Within sight of the coast, you race northward at a breakneck pace, the army ever looming like a ghostly apparition. [[Next|Jain battle]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/jaincity.jpg" width="800" height="450"></center> There is a thickness to the air, like a deathly fog of ash that threatens to choke the life out of you. The only breeze carries the stench of death and decay along with it, assaulting your nostrils and burning your eyes. You fear the worst, but hope is restored when you spot the tip of the citadel off in the distance - it's still standing, horns and bells already sounding the call to battle. Cresting the final ridge, you're met with a horrific sight. A dark mass covers the entire countryside north of the city, surging forth like an ocean of evil. Undying, disfigured shapes and bloodthirsty beasts howl in anticipation as they charge across the land by the tens of thousands. At their head, an armored figure directs his unholy mount right at the gates. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/sothcharge.jpg" width="800" height="450"></center> There is scarcely a vacant space on the city walls, silhouettes of reading archers trace the skyline. A large retinue of your warriors form concentric semi-circle shield walls at the gate, one row deeper than the next. At their center, your mother fortifies the troops, surrounded by her elite contingent of royal guards. The city is between you and the army to the north, with another massive wave of enemies chasing you from the south. Your only chance is to make it to the city in time, but the northern force of enemies is closer. This becomes clear when the archers let loose a hail of arrows into the horde. It's as if they dashed a handful of salt into the ocean, the shafts disappearing into the mass of bodies without effect. With little recourse, the archers continue to fire, desperately filling the sky with arrows. The evil mass crashes into the front line of your fighters like a wave breaking against the rocks. Every subsequent attack litters the ground with fallen enemies, and you powerlessly watch as their forces swell like a rising tide. The first shield wall completely disappears from view when they're swallowed beneath a raging wave of enemies, surging over mounds of their own fallen kin. Your heart sinks into your stomach, threatening to empty your belly. The feeling is quickly replaced by a hopeful warmth, the undying love of the goddess. The source becomes clear when you see a column of light descend from the sky around your mother. A brilliant globe of energy begins to slowly expand around her, its influence growing to protect the surrounding troops. She begins to rise into the air, a majestic pair of angelic wings sprouting from her back, her staff luminescent. It's enough to make you weep with joy, watching as the innumerable enemies are incinerated when they charge into the holy radiance. You're close now, the safety of the globe is less than a minute's ride away. A sense of impending doom burrows its way into the overwhelming love of the goddess. It's coming from the evil lord, who is swinging his weapon around in the air like a lariat. ''"No..."'' you whisper under your breath. [[Next|Jain Portal]]

<body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/soth.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ The lord of the dead chants demonic words that echo with unholy power. Aiming his weapon, a beam of darkness issues forth from its tip. A thousand times darker than night, it starkly contrasts the sky, penetrating through the protective glow of the holy barrier. The darkness passes right through the center of your mother's body like a spear, and she emits an ear-shattering shriek that fills the world. </body> ''"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"'' you wail, writhing in pain and anguish as if you've been destroyed yourself. The light winks out of existence and your mother falls from the sky like a puppet that's had its strings cut. The whole world instantly falls to cold and darkness. In an instant, the enemies are overwhelming the defenses, the shield walls breaking in terror. @@color:teal;''"Oh gods! To the harbor girl, it's our only chance!"''@@ Karl shouts, banking his mount back toward the coast. [["The Kitchen - Conan OST" by Basil Poledouris|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pzG9NBLIKH8]] You don't have time to reach out for the goddess, she's already reaching for you. She is in great pain, desperate for your love - she needs you, and you need her. With tears in your eyes, you charge forward dauntlessly, rage and passion driving your will. @@color:teal;''"JAIN! Come back you fool girl!"''@@ Karl orders, running into a swath of foes, his horse rearing up at their proximity. You don't care what happens to you anymore, riding straight at the army of abominations as if you were on an elephant rather than a horse. The beasts are nearly at your mother's body, but you're quicker, reaching out a beckoning hand for the queen's staff. Just as your arm becomes fully extended, the staff flies from the ground and into your grasp, bathing you in holy light. A small globe of protection surrounds you and your mount as you charge into the fray. Wraiths, skeletons and monsters all around you are reduced to orange sparks, glittering in the light. You carve a path through their ranks, squarely aimed at their leader, who is once again whipping his weapon around over his head. You put all your trust into the goddess, channeling all of your love, all of your hate into one thing - speed. A righteous fury explodes from within you, sprouting two angelic wings from your back and taking to the sky. Friend and foe alike are shattered around you, as the very essence of your being becomes light. Straight and true as an arrow, you fly at him, the point of your staff aimed straight for his black heart. It's too late. His weapon is primed and ready, and you can see the triumphant delight reflecting in his glowing red eyes. Unexpectedly, his horse violently twists and rears up, turning his attention, and distracting him for the briefest of moments. With a last oath of vengeance, you close the remaining distance in less than a second. Whipping back around, he turns to meet you, blasting out a ray of darkness that strikes the tip of your staff. All at once, your entire world explodes into darkness, and light... [[Next|Jain awaken]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/roharena.jpg" width="596" height="278"></center> Within a few steps, you realize where you are, it's a gladiatorial arena. Now you begin to understand the rogue's words... your last day. The sandy ground is bordered by high, circular walls all around you, housing hundreds of bloodthirsty onlookers. Opposite you is another tunnel, and from within strides a figure decked out in full plate, armed with a small arsenal of weapons. Yet here you stand with nothing more than a loin cloth to hide your modesty, not exactly a sporting contest. The fans seem to disagree, issuing forth a chorus of cheers and jeers that boil your blood. //''The cowards!''// you think. //''They would treat ME as an animal, already hobbled and ripe for the slaughter? Who but a coward covers himself in all that mail, afraid to face death like a true warrior!''//. [["The Anvil of Crom - Conan OST" by Basil Poledouris|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BHfE682mm3c]] You stride forward to the sound of horns and drums, bare-chested and without fear, only contempt. Your opponent advances as well, selecting a very long spear as his weapon of choice. Maximum protection, maximum reach... Why didn't they just give this worm a crossbow, it would match the amount of courage he possesses. ''"RRRAAAAAAAWWWWRRRRR!!"'' you roar, freezing him in place for a moment, you assume it's to soil his mail like the coward he is. Surprisingly, he handles the weapon rather well, stepping forward to aim a thrust at your head. You know the reach of the weapon and stay just outside of striking distance, waiting for the correct moment. With a fake to one side, you duck under the spear and dart forward, but he shuffles back, keeping the spear in your face the entire time. Because of the spear's length, very small adjustments from the wielder's grip result in very large and quick movements of the spearhead, making it lively in his hands. This becomes clear when the point of the weapon comes flying at your face, and you barely have enough time to turn away before it catches the side of your cheek. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/crowd.gif" height= "213" width="500"></center>\ A raucous of approval erupts from the crowd, and it seems as if the sky darkens at their command. This awakens a fire within you, refusing to play this game, to dance this dance. A long, drawn out clash that will see you falling to attrition long before this well-fed, pampered weakling. Rage boils up in your gut and you charge at him with reckless abandon. Predictably, he props the weapon forward, allowing you run upon it. At the last moment, you bat the haft downward with all your might, hoping to snap it in half. You hear a crack, but it doesn't break, and he's able to reel backward in an effort to recover his guard. The spear isn't quick enough to reach your chest, or even your gut, but the point manages to find the corner of your pelvis. Screaming with animalistic fury, you continue with forward, causing the shaft to arch and bend enough to finally splinter apart. With the tip of the spear embedded in your hip, you need only close the final distance to victory. He throws the broken haft at your face, to no effect, and barely manages to draw his sword in time to meet your charge. In desperation, he levies a sloppy diagonal cut at your chest. At this proximity, you are able to sharply turn your body and the very last moment, disrupting his edge control and causing the blade to land flat. A long, but shallow cut streaks your chest just as your shoulder crashes into his breastplate. The man is flung backward into the air a few yards, landing heavily on his side in an attempt to roll with the impact. He desperately clambers onto all fours, trying to scurry away, until your hand closes around his ankle. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"AAAAHHHHHH!!"''@@ He screams, his fingers drawing out deep furrows in the sand as you drag him in closer. Plucking the broken spear from your hip, you locate a weak point in his armor just below the codpiece. With sadistic vengeance, you plunge the spear into his unprotected groin, appropriately turning his fearful cries into the wails of a suffering whore. A simple stroke of your arm is all it takes to carve him out a cunt, and take its virginity as well. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"OOOOOOOOHHH"''@@. He moans in agony as you fuck his new orifice with the spear, suggesting you could have just used your cock on the bitch. You hoist him aloft, mail and all, right up over your head with a primal cry of victory. His blood runs rivers down your arms, raining life's essence over your head as you put his gory suffering on full display for the crowd. Looking up to the stands, you can see them fleeing in terror, trampling over each other to escape your wrath. Flinging the, now lifeless, puppet into the dirt, you wipe and shake some of the blood off while scanning the area for any sign of the guards. Coming down from your bloodlust, you begin to realize that something isn't right. [[Next|Roh Battle]]

There is a thickness to the air, like a deathly fog of ash that threatens to choke the life out of you. The only breeze carries the stench of death and decay along with it, assaulting your nostrils and burning your eyes. The guards are nowhere to be found, and the arena is nearly deserted, with only distant horns to keep you company. Those horns... It's a call to arms! The city is under attack, and this could be your only chance to escape. Taking up the dead man's sword, you charge into the far side tunnel. A series of empty passages follow, many of which are locked off behind steel gates. Only one course is available to you, and with some trepidation, you continue forward, the sounds of battle growing louder with every subsequent step. A curious section of wall hangs open on concealed hinges, you can just make out the darkness of the outside world, the path to freedom. Raising your weapon, which is little more than an oversized knife in your hand, you step out into the darkness. It seems you were in a hidden passage through the ramparts, spitting you out right at the front gate behind a concentric line of shield walls. The horror of the attack is worse than anything you could have imagined. A dark mass covers the entire countryside north of the city, surging forth like an ocean of evil. Undying, disfigured shapes and bloodthirsty beasts howl in anticipation as they charge across the land by the tens of thousands. At their head, an armored figure directs his unholy mount right at the gates. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/sothcharge.jpg" width="800" height="450"></center> The evil force crashes into the front line of defenders like a wave breaking against the rocks. Every subsequent attack litters the ground with fallen enemies, and you can see their forces swell like a rising tide. The first shield wall completely disappears from view when they're swallowed beneath a raging wave of enemies, surging over mounds of their own fallen kin. <big>@@color:lightsteelblue;''"We will not fall this day!"''@@</big> The voice belongs to the master-at-arms, marching along the shield wall to inspire the troops. Unfortunately, he notices you as well. Visibly shaken by your bloodied appearance, he nimbly draws his sword and falls into a fighting stance. A momentary stare down ensues, interrupted by a trio of nearby wights scuttling across the castle wall. They leap down at the pair of you with a shrill cry of murderous intent. The master-at-arms swings true, completely bisecting one of the attackers before it even touches the ground. Another just misses tearing into your shoulder, landing softly on all fours, and charging at you for another swipe. A low, sweeping slash opens up its stomach, spilling decayed entrails at your feet. With a spinning backslash, you take his head and end up facing the master-at-arms, just in time to see him finishing off his own adversary. Before either of you can react, a brilliant globe of light flashes into being from the forward defenses. Night turns to day, the influence of the globe growing larger and brighter by the second. At its heart, a divine, winged Valkyrie slowly climbs into the sky. All stand in awe as the globe encompasses the defending troops, yourself included in their number. A cheer sounds as innumerable enemies are incinerated when they charge into the holy radiance. <body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/soth.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ The lord of the dead chants demonic words that echo with unholy power. Aiming his weapon, a beam of darkness issues forth from its tip. A thousand times darker than night, it starkly contrasts the sky, penetrating through the protective glow of the holy barrier. The darkness passes right through the center of the Valkyrie's body like a spear, and she emits an ear-shattering shriek that fills the world. </body> The light winks out of existence and she falls from the sky like a puppet that's had its strings cut. The whole world instantly falls to cold and darkness. In an instant, enemies are overwhelming the defenses, the shield walls breaking in terror. The master-at-arms is a picture of confusion and despair, looking at the horde, and then looking back at you. The expression on his face becomes resolute, his jaw tightening firmly. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Die well, beast"''@@ he spits, circling back to mind his troops. <big>@@color:lightsteelblue;''"HOOOOOLD YOU BASTARDS!!!"''@@</big> He commands, dragging a fleeing soldier back into position by the scruff of his neck. [[Next|Roh Portal]]

//''The dead will surely take them, and they can burn for all I care''// you think, staring out into the ranks of falling soldiers, //''And they will take me too, there is no escape''//. The cold realization suddenly hits you, //''This corruption will spread, and it's only a matter of time before it reaches...''//. The thought immediately sparks the fire within you. You entertain the thought a moment longer, imagining what they might do to... <small>''"Illyana..."''.</small> It comes out as a whisper, as if you're already mourning her passing, and she's not even dead yet! The notion boils your blood, burning away any sense of weakness or despair, leaving only white-hot rage. Taking in the frenzied horde, you feel as if you've looked into the eyes of every single one of the wretches. Fear is all you see, and they seem to shrink away as you feel larger and stronger than ever. //''Fucking insects! A million of them can't stop me... I will finish this, I need only cut off the serpent's head!''// [["The Kitchen - Conan OST" by Basil Poledouris|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pzG9NBLIKH8]] Taking up a discarded polearm from the battlements, you break into a full sprint toward the enemy. You slalom though the gaps of shaken defenders, passing row after row of concentric shield wall. A single line of guard separates you from an ocean of evil incarnate. You roar loudly enough to break through the din of battle, feeding your own strength and speed to levels beyond imagining. <big>''"ILLYANAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGHHHHH!!!!"''</big> The defender closest to you spins around in shock, ducking as low as possible and fearfully raising his shield over his head in a turtle position. Using him as a springboard, you plant the polearm into the dirt and vault into the air, launching yourself at their leader. The strength of your will overestimates the strength of your body, and you fall short of your mark. A group of unsuspecting ghouls are flattened into a gooey mess when you fall upon them. Rolling forward to continue your momentum, you're faced with thousands of foes, flanking you on all sides. Your trajectory leads directly at a contingent of wraiths that notice your presence, their arms wide, ready to receive you. In a split second, you slightly adjust course, lowering your head and plowing into a column of lightly armored skeletal warriors. Their lack of mass allows you to power right though them like a juggernaut, reducing bone to splinter and dust. The resistance slows your charge, and surprised enemies begin to poke and slash at your back in passing. Superficial wounds cover your body within seconds before you finally break out of the pack, right behind the mounted dark lord. With only a few seconds before you're struck down from all directions, you attack, unleashing every remaining scrap of your strength at a gap between the plates of his ancient armor. At the last moment, his unholy mount rears up, spinning to block your target. The polearm smashes right through its partially exposed ribcage, exploding out of the animal's back to strike at the evil rider. Passing through flesh and bone, the weapon's tip shifts, landing harmlessly on your enemy's breastplate - //tink//. <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/soth2.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ His glowing red eyes meet yours, swinging his weapon overhead, about to brain you. In that moment, you feel true fear for the first time in your life. You've failed, and this is the end for you... The end for her... The dark energy flowing through his weapon is contrasted by a growing light behind him, and it curiously fills you with a sense of hope right before he strikes you down. It's a shock when he sharply turns away from you, unleashing a torrent of evil at his flank. All at once, your entire world explodes into light, and darkness... </body> [[Next|Roh awaken]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/forestawaken.jpg" width="800" height="450"></center> Shafts of light creep through the slits of your eyes, beckoning you back to waking reality. Your vision is a blurry palate of brightly colored spots. In shifting to shield your eyes, a painful ache racks your entire body. Every muscle, bone and tendon screams out in agony as your limbs collide with solid objects that seem to surround you. This contact with the environment causes the rest of your senses to come online all at once. You’re assailed by the sounds and smells of foliage, suggesting that you’re tangled up in some kind of thicket. Wearily scrubbing at your eyes and blinking rapidly helps to somewhat clear your vision. Impossibly, your body seems to have shrunk! Nearly all of your size and musculature has melted away, leaving you comparable to an average sized man. And what’s more, you’re stark naked. ------ @@color:teal;''“Ahem… You’re naked…”''@@ Ted repeats. You and Ivan exchange a confused look before curiously regarding Ted. @@color:teal;''“Come on, get ‘em off”''@@ he continues, already sounding short on patience. ''“Dude, are you serious?”'' you reflexively ask, taken aback by his strange request. @@color:teal;''“Of course I’m fucking serious! What kind of question is that?”''@@ he explodes. All of the obvious objections run through your mind, but none of them seem to reach your lips before Ted can continue, tight-lipped in annoyance. @@color:teal;''“You came over here, got all dressed up, and now you’re bitching about it!? We’re not here just to roll dice and scribble on paper, it’s called ROLE-PLAYING!”''@@ he growls. In the discomfort of the moment, you’re unable to raise a compelling argument, ''“No, I mean… It’s just... It’s cold as fuck in here, man!”''. Without missing a beat, Ted bends down below the gaming table and audibly flips a switch. A whirring sound is immediately followed by a comforting gust of hot air travelling up your bare legs. You wordlessly bask in the pleasant warmth for a few seconds, staring at a grinning, cross-armed Ted across the table. ''“This is highly unorthod-“''. @@color:teal;''“FINE! Then FUCK OFF!”''@@ Ted shouts, slamming his fists against the table. @@color:teal;''“Me and Ivan will play WITHOUT YOU!”''@@. <small>@@color:purple;''“THEODORE!!”''@@</small> cries the shrill voice of Ted’s mother from the floor above. He arches an eyebrow to glance at the ceiling for a moment before targeting you with an angry glare. Looking to Ivan for agreement, you’re met with pleading eyes, and an apologetic smile. He nervously shrugs one of his shoulders out of the gown, partially covering his smooth, pale skin with a dainty hand. Innocently looking at Ted, he shrugs the other shoulder up high enough to touch the bottom of his ear, whimpering softly when the garment falls loose to expose his nubile body. Ted ogles him hungrily, making no effort to hide his triumphant smile as Ivan covers himself in embarassment. <<if $picsgay == 1>> <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/ivanundress.jpg" width="535" height="535"></center>\ <</if>>\ You had the chance to leave, but decided to stay, and now you feel committed to see this through to the end. Clearly, Ted wants you gone, hoping to trap Ivan alone in his basement. Who knows how brazen he might become without you here to moderate his behavior. Abruptly rising to your feet, you unceremoniously strip off your costume, flinging the loin cloth at Ted, bouncing it off his face. ''“There, happy now? Or maybe you wanna sniff it before we continue?”'' you suggest, plonking down onto your seat. Ted doesn’t fly into a rage as you might have guessed. Instead, he calmly brushes the garment off the table and studies something behind his screen. @@color:teal;''“You’re naked…”''@@ he continues. [[Next|Roh awaken 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/forestawaken.jpg" width="800" height="450"></center> Shafts of light creep through the slits of your eyes, beckoning you back to waking reality. Your vision is a blurry palate of brightly colored spots. Stray thoughts spring up in your mind, a dizzying dreamscape of natural wonder forces its way into your reality. Wearily scrubbing at your eyes and blinking rapidly helps to somewhat clear your vision. Impossibly, you’re sprawled out on a bed of unfamiliar flora, still damp from the morning dew. The world spins as you raise your head to get a better sense of your surroundings, the sensation turns your stomach. Slowly climbing to your feet, you become susceptible to the ample winds, chilling you to the bone. In wrapping your lithe arms around your body for warmth, it becomes abundantly clear that you’re stark naked. ------ @@color:teal;''“Ahem… You’re naked…”''@@ Ted repeats. You and Ivan exchange a confused look before curiously regarding Ted. @@color:teal;''“Come on, get ‘em off”''@@ he continues, already sounding short on patience. ''“Dude, are you serious?”'' you reflexively ask, taken aback by his strange request. @@color:teal;''“Of course I’m fucking serious! What kind of question is that?”''@@ he explodes. All of the obvious objections run through your mind, but none of them seem to reach your lips before Ted can continue, tight-lipped in annoyance. @@color:teal;''“You came over here, got all dressed up, and now you’re bitching about it!? We’re not here just to roll dice and scribble on paper, it’s called ROLE-PLAYING!”''@@ he growls. In the discomfort of the moment, you’re unable to raise a compelling argument, ''“No, I mean… It’s just... It’s cold as fuck in here, man!”''. Without missing a beat, Ted bends down below the gaming table and audibly flips a switch. A whirring sound is immediately followed by a comforting gust of hot air travelling up your bare legs. You wordlessly bask in the pleasant warmth for a few seconds, staring at a grinning, cross-armed Ted across the table. ''“This is highly unorthod-“''. @@color:teal;''“FINE! Then FUCK OFF!”''@@ Ted shouts, slamming his fists against the table. @@color:teal;''“Me and Ivan will play WITHOUT YOU!”''@@. <small>@@color:purple;''“THEODORE!!”''@@</small> cries the shrill voice of Ted’s mother from the floor above. He arches an eyebrow to glance at the ceiling for a moment before targeting you with an angry glare. Looking to Ivan for agreement, you’re met with pleading eyes, and an apologetic smile. He nervously drags his fingers down his abdomen, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his leather loincloth. Innocently looking at Ted, he slowly begins to shimmy his way out of the garment, turning his back before you can see his penis. Bending at the waist, his girlish ass peeks out, tinged pink as he flushes all over. Ivan looks back at you over his shoulder, biting his lower lip, his face an even rosier hue than his perky bum. Now fully exposed, he turns back around, covering his genitals with a pale, delicate hand and sweeping the headwear from his brow. Sitting back down in his chair, Ivan draws his knees up to his chest, wrapping them in the protective embrace of his feminine arms. Ted ogles him hungrily, making no effort to hide his triumphant smile as Ivan covers himself in embarrassment. <<if $picsgay == 1>> <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/ivanundress.jpg" width="535" height="535"></center>\ <</if>>\ You had the chance to leave, but decided to stay, and now you feel committed to see this through to the end. Clearly, Ted has some nefarious plans, hoping to trap you and Ivan in his basement. Who knows how brazen he might become if you leave Ivan to fend for himself. Rising to your feet, you tentatively slide the gown off one of your shoulders with a shaky hand, immediately feeling cold and vulnerable. Whether that's due to the actual temperature, or Ted’s piercing gaze, the effect is much the same. In shifting to turn away from Ted, the rest of the gown slithers down your body of its own volition, threatening to lay you bare where you stand. A feminine squeak escapes your lips as you bend and arch to stop the fabric in its tracks, catching it with the curves of your hips and lower back. You blush at the suggestive profile you must be cutting under Ted’s lecherous eye. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/arch.jpg" width="535" height="535"></center> Ducking down below the level of the table to finish disrobing, you catch a glimpse of Ted’s hand moving on the inside his pants. Bolting upright, you cover your genitals with one hand, and your non-existent breasts with the other. Ted never takes his eyes off your exposed body, even as you settle back into your chair. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and the growing heat in the room is beginning to affect you. Looking over at Ivan, he’s breathing at an irregular rate, with a look of both fear and excitement. It really does feel like the two of you are about to embark on a perilous adventure. Beads of sweat begin to form on Ted’s forehead, @@color:teal;''“You’re naked…”''@@ he continues. [[Next|Jain awaken 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/forestawaken.jpg" width="800" height="450"></center> Your mind swirls, trying to recall what happened to you. It all comes back in flashes of blood, of screams, of shimmering steel. The darkness, the light, the Dark Lord, your imprisonment… Illyana. The snap of a twig breaks you out of thought and your instincts kick in, focusing your attention on the direction and distance of the sound. Cursing yourself for giving away your position, you poise yourself onto all fours, desperately trying to spot the intruder through green leaves and twisted boughs. It’s impossible to see through all this greenery, but that also means you’re hidden as well. The only way for you to gain advantage in this situation is to launch a pre-emptive attack, shifting the element of surprise to your side. Your muscles almost fail when you burst out from the bushes at full speed, feeling weak and uncoordinated in your new frame. Only a dozen paces away stands a small, blurry figure that immediately balks at the sight of you. Its brief moment of pause gains you valuable ground, and your pace quickens further when its arms begin to form the somatic gestures of a magical spell. At only two paces away, your vision is clear enough to identify the figure as a beautiful, elf girl – just as she completes her spell. Bracing yourself for an unknown, impending spell effect, you push forward. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/jainspell.jpg" width="635" height="635"></center> @@color:red;''“NOOOOOOO!!!”''@@ She wails, falling to her knees in some unseen agony. Not giving up the advantage, you close the final steps and wrap your hands around her yielding throat. Her arms remain limp at her sides, head bowed, as you forcibly squeeze away her breath, and her screams. There is no resistance, and after scanning the surrounding area, your sense of danger quickly wanes, taking the instinct to kill with it. Without the bloodlust clouding your mind, you are able to think clearly, realizing that this person may have the answers to all your questions. You release the girl into a sobbing heap at your feet. In your previous form, that amount of force would have popped her head off like a cork, but luckily, she seems relatively unharmed. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/jainpain.jpg" width="630" height="680"></center> ''“Hey!”'' you bark, punctuating the word with a smack to her head, ''“Who are you!? Where are we!? What is all this!?”''. The sound of your own voice troubles you, sounding far less booming than it once was. The girl seems oblivious to the world, curling up into a ball and weeping with unimaginable despair. You grunt, looking around at the completely innocuous woodland without any clue as to where you might be. ''“HEY!”'' you kick out at the girl’s legs, ''“Where the fuck is this!?”''. Again, she doesn’t respond, wrapped up in her own personal grief. Losing your patience, you bend down to grab her by the chin, ''“You better start TALKING girl, or I’ll-“''. @@color:red;''“RAAAAAAHHHHHH”''@@ she screams, striking out to claw at your eyes. You just manage to turn your head away in time, causing her nails to dig into the skin of your neck. Her attack took you by surprise, and you fall backward due to the awkwardness of your new form. Raining blows about your head and face, she claws and tears at you with the ferocity of a wild animal. Immediately securing control of her wrists, you’re able to roll over on top of her, jerking your head away when she tries to bite your face. @@color:red;''“I’LL KILL YOU, BEAST! My Mother’s death shall be AVENGED!”''@@ she wails, swinging her head around and struggling to escape your grasp. ''“Your MOTHER?? I didn’t kill your mother, you crazy elf-bitch!”'' you retort, pinning her arms to the ground. @@color:red;''“Your MASTER killed her! I will see his evil army RIDDED from this world!”''@@. Her words are laced with an unflinching conviction, you can tell she isn’t trying to deceive you. ''“Evil army? … The battle! You were there? How did I end up here? How do I get back?”'' you ramble, desperate for answers. @@color:red;''“I knew you were with THEM! I’ll never help you, MONSTER!”''@@ she spits with anger, bucking wildly underneath you. Now the anger starts to swell up inside of you as well, ''“I’m not with THEM, I nearly slew the Dark Lord single-handedly, trying to save EVERYONE, including your own arrogant, ungrateful race!”''. @@color:red;''“You’re a LIAR! I am the one who destroyed him! And my mother gave her LIFE to protect us! Queen Jaheira, remember her name, for it will spell your DOOM!”''@@ she shouts, accusingly. Grabbing her by the chin you stare right into her eyes, ''“It was YOUR people who took ME! I was a prisoner in YOUR dungeons! Treated like an ANIMAL, and forced to fight to the DEATH! I might not have gotten out alive if not for the one called…”'' - you struggle to recall the name for a moment, ''“Dirk?”''. An immediate flash of recognition becomes evident on her face, @@color:red;''“Dirk? How do you-”''@@ she trails off. You look deeply into her eyes, becoming aware of her flushed cheeks and heaving bosom as you lay on top of her – She’s beautiful. Blood starts to run into the shaft of your cock, stiffening it up against her thigh. Breaking out of her train of thought, she immediately reacts, @@color:red;''“EWW!! Get off me you horrid beast!”''@@. The awkward situation causes you to take pause for a moment, @@color:red;''“Get off! GET OFF!”''@@ she screams, lashing out with her arms and legs. Regaining your composure, you reassert your grip to keep her restrained. ''“Listen! I’ll let you up, but you have to promise, NO magic!”'' you negotiate. @@color:red;''“Fine! No magic! Now get your disgusting worm OFF ME!”''@@ she orders. Releasing her arms, you get back to your feet with a grimace, reminded of the awful pains throughout your body. Scrambling a few paces away from you, she stands up, shielding her private parts with her hands, @@color:red;''“Stop staring at me you wretched fiend!”''@@. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/jainshy.jpg" width="630" height="725"></center> ''“I’m not interested in your cunt!”'' you reply, rather unconvincingly considering the erection you’re sporting. ''“I just want to get back home. So why don’t you do us both a favor and-“'' wiggling your fingers in a magical way, you continue ''“send me back”''. @@color:red;''“I can’t, okay! I’m pretty new at this, and…”''@@ she stifles a sob, inhaling deeply to compose herself, @@color:red;''“I can’t sense the Goddess at all in this place”''@@. ''“Sense the Goddess? What does that even mean? And what PLACE!? Where the HELL are we?”'' you demand. @@color:red;''“I DON’T KNOW!”''@@ she insists. @@color:red;''“I don’t know where we are, and I don’t how we got here. All I know is, the Goddess spared BOTH of our lives, and she is our only chance of getting home!”''@@ she responds, the desperation evident in her tone. ''“And what about ME!? My body has become enfeebled by your //Goddess//!”''. The last word comes out laced with contempt. @@color:red;''“Mind your tongue, BEAST! Are you deaf!? I – DON’T – KNOW! Has your brain become enfeebled as well? Shall I box your ears again to jog your memory?”''@@ she snaps back at you, pouting, and tugging on her braid in frustration. Her words serve to enflame you even further, and it takes all of your restraint to prevent from lashing out physically. This is going nowhere, and a sudden gust of wind helps to punctuate the gravity of the situation. ''“If we plan to last the night in this forsaken wood, we’re going to need food, water, and shelter. We’re stuck together until you figure out how to change me back, and send me home.”'' you declare. She studies you for a few seconds before answering, @@color:red;''“Agreed… For now…”''@@. [[Next|Map1 Roh]]

<center><big> __''Week 1''__ </big></center> -Try out both the submissive and dominant path for each character you interact with, the stat adjustments should make it obvious which way you're headed. -Try smoking (or not smoking) weed in the morning before meeting with Gary, Kate and Jan -Try selling weed at different levels of submission -Try being smart/dumb when interacting with Amy -Eating Pizza negates intoxication, making it possible to study or exercise at night. <big><center> __''Party''__ </center></big> A pivotal, character defining moment in the story is the "sword or ball" choice. There are three paths that span from that choice; choosing the ball, choosing the sword (dom), choosing the sword(sub). This will determine how some of the party scenes play out. -Try to follow the same character during the different stages of the party -Try higher or lower intelligence when playing against Alan -A high strength will help a dom playthrough when interacting with Kate, and you can get a baseball bat. -Follow the "Jan & Kate" path on stage 3 of the party to potentially access an additional scene with Alan in the basement. <big><center> __''Week 2 - Morning Interactions''__ </center></big> -''ALPHA'' transformation is triggered on Monday morning if your masculinity was 75 or higher on sunday night. -''BETA'' transformation is triggered on Monday morning if your masculinity was 25 or lower on sunday night. -Interact with the characters as either an Alpha or Beta for different scenes. Currently, the mid-path doesn't have it's own content, and tends to be funneled into the less severe variations of either the Alpha or Beta paths (whichever seems most appropriate). -Support ''SAM'' or ''ALAN'' as an alpha or beta. Supporting Sam as a Beta includes a little bonus scene if you previously encountered Alan in the party basement scene. Additionally, you can escape Alan with a strength greater than 40. -Talk to ''IVAN'' about your alpha or beta transformation, if you had one. Alternatively, you can discuss Ivan's situation. The result of these interactions will affect the week 2 - Ivan after school scene. -Some of ''GARY's'' variations depend on having a dom stat that is either higher or lower than your sub stat. Or, you could always just bring a baseball bat. -Bring ''KATE'' to the bathroom or stairwell. In the bathroom, it helps to be an alpha, or have 3 weed in your inventory. -''JAN's'' scenes are not written yet. <big><center> __''Week 2 - Monday - School''__ </center></big> -''AMY's'' variations depend on if your intelligence stat is 60 and above, or 55 and below -Only ''Bonnie's'' beta path is currently available, the dom/alt paths are currently placeholders. -''MICKEY'' becomes available on week 2 if you already visited him on week 1. As an alpha or beta, you can choose to pay him back (if you have enough money), or decide not to pay him back (whether or not you have enough money). -''FATS'' can be approached as an alpha or beta, choosing to buy a 20 (if you have 20), or become his runner. -''WILL'' has an alpha and beta path, but if you want to interact with the coach, you have to be a beta. <big><center> __''Week 2 - After School''__ </center></big> -''IVAN'' can be visited as an alpha or beta to unlock the computer, and there's an additional scene if you have at least 1 gram of weed. -''SAM'' has three available paths with no prerequisites to acess them - except for the alpha route on one of the paths with is currently incomplete. -''KATE'' largely follows an alpha or mid-path, with the submissive variation still incomplete. ''NOTE:'' If you want to find all the content, it's a good idea to look through the image folder and confirm that you've seen all the pictures. If not, you must have missed something. <<back>>

Your mind swirls, trying to recall what happened to you. It all comes back in flashes of blood, of screams, of holy radiance. The darkness, the light, the Dark Lord… Your mother! The thought tugs at your heart, shaking your naked body with a growing sorrow. Overwhelmed by emotion, you begin to feel weak and lightheaded, forcing a backward step to maintain your balance. A piece of dry wood cracks loudly beneath your foot, echoing through the relative silence of the forest. This freezes you on the spot, bringing to forefront the reality of your current predicament. Your senses are on high alert, suddenly feeling very exposed and susceptible to attack. A nearby bush rumbles briefly, as if to confirm your fears, but it’s most likely just the wind. In your excited state, everything seems suspicious and threatening. Taking a deep breath, you try and settle your nerves- <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/forestroh.jpg" width="800" height="450"></center> At just that moment, a humanoid figure crashes through the bush, lumbering at you like a feral animal. With a horrid face contorted in rage and a hide caked in mud and brambles, the beast charges at you with murderous intent. You’re still frozen in place, as if this whole thing is just a frightening nightmare from which you will soon wake. Almost subconsciously, your training kicks in, falling into a powerful stance and flowing through the somatic gestures required to invoke the Goddess. The creature is nearly upon you when the last form is completed – but there is nothing. Your mouth falls agape and the blood drains from your face <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/jainspell.jpg" width="635" height="635"></center> @@color:red;''“NOOOOOOO!!!”''@@ You wail, falling to your knees. The monster reaches you, its hands closing around your throat, cutting off your woeful scream. You stare back into its hate-filled eyes as your own vision begins to darken, its stinking breath signifying your ultimate demise. Helpless to resist without the Goddess, you succumb to a violent, painful death at the hands of an animal. The thought lingers for a moment, like a wisp of smoke that outlives an extinguished flame. For some reason, you're filled with the breath of life, returning from the brink of oblivion... You’re alive! Any sense of that joy is shattered by a wave of grief that smashes into you like a hammer. Collapsing into a heap, you being to sob uncontrollably at the loss of your mother, your people and the Goddess. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/jainpain.jpg" width="630" height="680"></center> @@color:green;''“Hey!”''@@ it growls, punctuating the word with a blow to your head, @@color:green;''“Who are you!? Where are we!? What is all this!?”''@@. They’re all gone, all killed at the hands of evil in a fate you will soon share. @@color:green;''“HEY!”''@@ you feel a sharp kick against your prone legs, @@color:green;''“Where the fuck is this!?”''@@. They all died fighting to the end, they never gave up, and you've been granted a chance to relive your last moments. Your lament churns and boils inside you until it becomes fury and vengeance. @@color:green;''“You better start TALKING girl, or I’ll-“''@@, the beast threatens, bending down to finish the job. ''“RAAAAAAHHHHHH”'' you scream, striking out to claw at his eyes. The monster cowers away from your attack as you dig your nails into its horrid face. You have become the beast now, forcing it backward with a savage assault of righteous blows. In your reckless anger, he is able to get control of your wrists and roll over on top of you. This doesn’t deter you one bit, exploding with every muscle in your body and biting at its hideous face. ''“I’LL KILL YOU, BEAST! My Mother’s death shall be AVENGED!”'' you shriek, swinging your head around and struggling to escape his grasp. @@color:green;''“Your MOTHER?? I didn’t kill your mother, you crazy elf-bitch!”''@@ he responds, pinning your arms to the ground. ''“Your MASTER killed her! I will see his evil army RIDDED from this world!”''. Your words land hard and true, holding weight that visibly affects the beast. @@color:green;''“Evil army? … The battle! You were there? How did I end up here? How do I get back?”''@@ it demands. The stupid animal unwittingly confesses its allegiance to the forces of darkness, ''“I knew you were with THEM! I’ll never help you, MONSTER!”''. You spit at him in rebellion, unconcerned with your own fate at this point. @@color:green;''“I’m not with THEM, I nearly slew the Dark Lord single-handedly, trying to save EVERYONE, including your own arrogant, ungrateful race!”''@@. It backtracks on its words now, you will not be fooled. ''“You’re a LIAR! I am the one who destroyed him! And my mother gave her LIFE to protect us! Queen Jaheira, remember her name, for it will spell your DOOM!”''. Invoking your mother’s name fuels the anger within you. The monster grabs your chin and hisses into your face, @@color:green;''“It was YOUR people who took ME! I was a prisoner in YOUR dungeons! Treated like an ANIMAL, and forced to fight to the DEATH! I might not have gotten out alive if not for the one called…”''@@. You pay no attention to its lies, instead focusing on a plan to escape this position, just before it says, @@color:green;''“Dirk?”''@@. That single word turns your world upside down. How could this animal know that name if he was with the Dark Lord’s amry? ''“Dirk? How do you-”''. Could his story be true? You think back to your last moments with Dirk in the stables, but you’re sure he never mentioned consorting with beasts. What you remember is how he kissed you for the first time, and what it felt like when he touched you. Your body begins to heat up and flush at the memory, you can almost feel his manhood stiffening up against- ''“EWW!! Get off me you horrid beast!”''. This monster has sought to take advantage of you in this compromising position, ''“Get off! GET OFF!”'' you scream, lashing out with your arms and legs. He doesn’t relent, instead he speaks, @@color:green;''“Listen! I’ll let you up, but you have to promise, NO magic!”''@@. ''“Fine! No magic! Now get your disgusting worm OFF ME!”'' you order. Surprisingly, he releases your wrists and takes his weight off your body. Scrambling a few paces away, you stand up, shielding your private parts with your hands, ''“Stop staring at me you wretched fiend!”''. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/jainshy.jpg" width="630" height="725"></center> @@color:green;''“I’m not interested in your cunt!”''@@ He says, rather unconvincingly considering the erection he’s sporting. @@color:green;''“I just want to get back home. So why don’t you do us both a favor and-“''@@ wiggling his fingers in a magical way, he continues @@color:green;''“send me back”''@@. ''“I can’t, okay! I’m pretty new at this, and…”'' the despair associated with your severance from the Goddess chokes you up, ''“I can’t sense the Goddess at all in this place”''. In truth, you fear the Goddess may be gone entirely. @@color:green;''“Sense the Goddess? What does that even mean? And what PLACE!? Where the HELL are we?”''@@ he demands. ''“I DON’T KNOW!”'' you insist. ''“I don’t know where we are, and I don’t know how we got here. All I know is, the Goddess spared BOTH of our lives, and she is our only chance of getting home!”'' you respond, the desperation thick in your voice. @@color:green;''“And what about ME!? My body has become enfeebled by your //Goddess//!”''@@. The last word comes out laced with contempt, you won’t stand for that blasphemous tone. ''“Mind your tongue, BEAST! Are you deaf!? I – DON’T – KNOW! Has your brain become enfeebled as well? Shall I box your ears again to jog your memory?”'' you snap, pouting, and tugging on your braid in frustration. @@color:green;''“If we plan to last the night in this forsaken wood, we’re going to need food, water, and shelter. We’re stuck together until you figure out how to change me back, and send me home.”''@@ he declares. You study him for a few seconds before answering, ''“Agreed… For now…”''. [[Next|Map1 Jain]]

<<set $positionX -= 1>> <<display "Map1">>

<<set $positionX += 1>> <<display "Map1">>

<<set $positionY -= 1>> <<display "Map1">>

<<set $positionY += 1>> <<display "Map1">>

<<if $positionX == 2 && $positionY == 5>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/rubble.png" width="626" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 3 && $positionY == 5>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/corridor2.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 4 && $positionY == 5>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/corridor1.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 5 && $positionY == 5>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/crossroads.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 6 && $positionY == 5>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/corridor1.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 7 && $positionY == 5>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/corridor2.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 8 && $positionY == 5 && $plugjain == 0 && $plugroh == 0>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/eyesnone.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 8 && $positionY == 5 && $plugjain == 1 && $plugroh == 1>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/eyesboth.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 5 && $positionY == 4>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/corridor1.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 5 && $positionY == 3>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/corridor2.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 5 && $positionY == 2>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/crossroads.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 5 && $positionY == 1>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/silverkeyhole.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 6 && $positionY == 2>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/corridor1.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 7 && $positionY == 2>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/corridor2.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 8 && $positionY == 2 && $door == 0 && $pit == 0>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/doorclosedpit.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 8 && $positionY == 2 && $door == 1 && $pit == 0>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/dooropenpit.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 8 && $positionY == 2 && $door == 0 && $pit == 1>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/doorclosed.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 8 && $positionY == 2 && $door == 1 && $pit == 1>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/dooropen.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 4 && $positionY == 2>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/corridor1.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 3 && $positionY == 2>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/corridor2.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 2 && $positionY == 2 && $pit == 0>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/pressureplate.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 2 && $positionY == 2 && $pit == 1>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/pressureplaterock.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 5 && $positionY == 6>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/corridor1.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 5 && $positionY == 7>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/corridor2.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 5 && $positionY == 8>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/crossroads.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 6 && $positionY == 8>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/corridor1.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 7 && $positionY == 8>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/corridor2.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 4 && $positionY == 8>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/corridor1.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 3 && $positionY == 8>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/corridor2.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 2 && $positionY == 8 && $plug1 == 0 && $key == 0>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/corpseplugkey.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 2 && $positionY == 8 && $plug1 == 1 && $key == 0>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/corpsekey.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 2 && $positionY == 8 && $plug1 == 0 && $key == 1>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/corpseplug.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 2 && $positionY == 8 && $plug1 == 1 && $key == 1>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/corpse.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 2 && $positionY == 8 && $door == 1>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/corpse.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 5 && $positionY == 9 && $water == 0 && $food == 0>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/pantryboth.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 5 && $positionY == 9 && $water == 1 && $food == 0>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/pantryfood.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 5 && $positionY == 9 && $water == 0 && $food == 1>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/pantrywater.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 5 && $positionY == 9 && $water == 1 && $food == 1>><<set $pantry = 1>><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 5 && $positionY == 9 && $pantry == 1>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/pantrynone.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center><</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 8 && $positionY == 8 && $gate == 0>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/gateclosed.jpg" width="626" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 8 && $positionY == 8 && $gate == 1>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/gateopen.jpg" width="626" height="470"></center><</if>>\ <center><<if $mapArray1[$positionY-1][$positionX] == 1>>\ [[North]]<</if>> <<nobr>><<if $mapArray1[$positionY][$positionX-1] == 1>> [[West]] <</if>> <<if $mapArray1[$positionY][$positionX+1] == 1>> [[East]] <</if>> <</nobr>> <<if $mapArray1[$positionY+1][$positionX] == 1>>\ [[South]]<</if>> </center>\ ------ <<display "Map1 Descriptions">> ------ <center>[[Inventory|Inv]] ------ <<display "Location">></center>\ ------

Location: X <<print $positionX>> , Y <<print $positionY>>

<<set $mapArray1 to [[0,0,0,0,0,0,0,0,0,0,0], [0,0,0,0,0,1,0,0,0,0,0], [0,0,1,1,1,1,1,1,1,0,0], [0,0,0,0,0,1,0,0,0,0,0], [0,0,0,0,0,1,0,0,0,0,0], [0,0,1,1,1,1,1,1,1,0,0], [0,0,0,0,0,1,0,0,0,0,0], [0,0,0,0,0,1,0,0,0,0,0], [0,0,1,1,1,1,1,1,1,0,0], [0,0,0,0,0,1,0,0,0,0,0], [0,0,0,0,0,0,0,0,0,0,0]]>> <<set $positionX to 2>> <<set $positionY to 5>> <<set $stone = 0>> <<set $pit = 0>> <<set $door = 0>> <<set $key = 0>> <<set $plug1 = 0>> <<set $plug2 = 0>> <<set $gate = 0>> <<set $plugjain = 0>> <<set $plugroh = 0>> <<set $pantry = 0>> <<set $water = 0>> <<set $food = 0>> <<set $fed = 0>> <<set $watered = 0>> <<set $map1chest = 0>> <<set $girdle = 0>> <<set $jaingirdle = 0>> <<set $rohgirdle = 0>>

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/forestawaken.jpg" width="800" height="450"></center> The beast examines the twisted boughs of the forest, you’re unsure of what he’s looking for specifically. Hovering near a particular cluster of shoots, he begins pulling on one of the branches. It bends and bows until he’s finally able to come away with a fairly large length. In swinging it about and striking at a nearby tree, you realize that he’s creating a rough, rudimentary weapon. Seeing the interest in your eyes, he repeats the process, procuring a similar (if smaller) staff for you. @@color:green;''“This way”''@@ he announces, setting off through a less dense bit of wood. ''“Why this way?”'' you ask, while trying to get a sense of the staff’s balance point. Pointing with his own staff, he indicates a feature shared by most of the nearby trees. @@color:green;''“See the moss? Moss grows thicker on the north side of trees. This way, we can travel in the same direction without walking around in circles until we die of thirst”''@@. You recall something about that from your classes, but curse yourself for not paying more attention. It had something to do with the location of the observer, but without a logical argument, you’re unable to refute his claim. ''“So we’re heading south? Why south? How do you know this is the right direction to travel”'' you question. @@color:green;''“I don’t… But one direction is as good as another,”''@@ rubbing at his bare arm for warmth, he continues, @@color:green;''“And it’s warmer in the south”''@@. Once again, you suspect that he’s wrong. There was something about migratory birds, or the like, though you can’t remember your lessons. You’re beginning to worry that this beast is leading you astray intentionally but, under the circumstances, you have little choice but to follow him through the forest. Thankfully, the winds die down somewhat, alleviating the health risks associated with exposure. The pair of you trek in complete silence for the next few hours until your ears pick up the soothing sound of running water in the distance. He hears it too, increasing his pace, forcing you to match his longer strides until the natural waterway comes into view. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/forestriver.jpg" width="658" height="449"></center> The waters are corrupted, thick with a green slime that harbors all manner of toxin and blight. Twisting east to west, the marsh impedes any more forward progress. Wide-eyed, you stare at the river of filth as it churns your empty stomach. ''“Where have you led us, beast!? We can’t drink this slop!”'' you complain through parched lips. @@color:green;''“…Roh”''@@ he replies. ''“What?”'' you abruptly ask, surprised that he suddenly knows the name of this location. @@color:green;''“My name is Roh”''@@ he states. Oh, that’s HIS name, ''“Row?”'' you venture. @@color:green;''“No, it’s RRooHH”''@@ he growls, rolling his tongue and producing a deep rumble at the back of his throat. ''“Very well, Roak, it appears the way is impassable, and we’ve wasted our time! Unless you plan to eat rocks and bits of wood, we’re going to starve to death!”''. The beast bristles at your response; you can see the contempt in his dark eyes, and the distasteful expression through the lines of his face. The idea that it’s a mistake to trust this monster comes to the forefront of your mind. He could be leading you on a death march, or perhaps to some enemy stronghold with a fate even worse than death awaiting you. His expression softens, and his next words interrupt your train of thought, @@color:green;''“We bear east here, up river to the source where the water is clear”''@@. Your eyes narrow to slits, surely he can detect your mistrust now, ''“How can you be so sure?”''. @@color:green;''“It’s because of the flow. The water moves from high ground to low, picking up all manner of filth along the way. If we can reach higher ground closer to the source, the water will be suitable for purification”''@@. He explains, stifling your urge to be combative. Although you don’t trust the beast, you’ve little recourse but to stay the course, keeping a keen eye on him at all times. The river winds its way through the forest, flowing slowly but steadily, feeding the local fauna and flora with its corrupted essence. Oddly enough, you don’t encounter predator or prey along the way, perhaps the water is unsuitable for man and beast alike. The only signs of life come from the chirping and buzzing of unseen insects. After a short while, the forest begins to thin out, affording you a better view of what lies ahead. The sight twists your stomach into knots, threatening to sap you of what little strength remains. A massive cliff-face reaches far up into the sky, disappearing in the clouds at the furthest extent of your vision. The green sludge bleeds out from between the cracks of the mountain, weeping death at its foot. The mammoth obstacle stands as a monument to your sorrow, ''“NO!”'' you cry, rushing forward to pound on the solid rock with your bare hands. ''“You’ve doomed us, BEAST! I should have known better than to trust you!”'' you accuse. He appears crestfallen, seeming at a loss for words, until he finally replies, @@color:green;''“Call me, Roh”''@@. This infuriates you, and dropping all pretenses of civility, you unload a barrage of insults at the monster. ''“I’ll call you a wool-headed IDIOT! Here we are, about to perish, but let’s make sure I get your name right! You stupid! – witless! - ANIMAL!”''. His face contorts with rage, showing his true colors as he marches right up to join you on the spongy mire at the foot of the mountain, @@color:green;''“Mind your tongue elf-bitch! Lest I tear it from your throat!”''@@. The threat sends you into a rage, unearthing the memory of your recently deceased people, of your mother. ''“YOU-!”'' you begin, lashing out with a furious staff blow aimed at his sneering face. Without the correct stance, he is unable to resist your attack, echoed by the dull thud of your weapon against the side of his skull. He tarries, taken aback by your speed and skill, prompting you to unleash a swift combination of strikes that would do Ser Karl proud. There is no dark lord here, no horde of evil, only you, and - ''“ROH!”'' you scream, battering at his desperate attempts to defend himself. ''“ROH!”'' you growl, drawing strength from the guttural war cry and landing another partially deflected blow to his crown. ''“RRRRRROOOOHHHHH!”'' You bellow, loading up on a huge overhead strike designed to end him rightly. Your booming voice produces an impressively loud rumble in the back of your throat, shaking the world around you. The rumble grows even louder, sand and rocks are raining down on your head from above. A quick glance upward reveals an avalanche of stone and debris that will soon be upon you. The brief distraction is enough for Roh to stab at you with his own weapon, shoving you backward just as a massive boulder crashes into the earth between the two of you. The ground below your feet gives way under the weight of the boulder, sending you into a turbulent freefall. It’s quickly over when your back collides with a solid pile of rock, knocking the wind out of you. In rolling down the mound of debris, your head raps sharply against a nearby outcropping of stone. In the darkness, fire and screams surround you. A thousand horrible faces, the twisted snouts and fangs of snapping beasts assail you from all directions. A pair of slitted red eyes burn in the distance, purposefully fixated on you, locking your gaze with their malicious intent. In very short order, your eyes adjust to the low-light conditions, revealing a corridor of worked stone. The moss clinging to the masonry illuminates both, the passage, and the owner of those red eyes – he speaks, @@color:green;''“Happy now, princess? You’ve literally dug our grave”''@@. The jab snaps you back to reality and your ego kicks in, ''“This is your fault, bea-!”''. You let the word trail off, making a conscious effort to compose yourself before finishing statement, ''“…Roh”''. The lack of food and water, combined with the trauma of recent events has you feeling delirious and paranoid. If he wanted you dead, he could have done it by now. He truly thinks that you have the power to send him home – he needs you alive. Roh sighs heavily, climbing to his feet, @@color:green;''“Come on, let’s find a way out of here”''@@. He extends a hand to help you up, @@color:green;''“…Jain”''@@. His thoughts seem to be perfectly in accord with your own, and a hint of a smile appears on your face. Taking his hand, your body creaks and throbs until you're fully upright on shaky legs. Hand in hand, you stare down the gloomy corridor, mentally preparing yourself for what lurks in the darkness beyond. <<silently>>\ <<display "StoryInit">>\ <</silently>>\ [[Next|Map1]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/forestawaken.jpg" width="800" height="450"></center> You examine the twisted boughs of the forest, looking for specific attributes that may help your situation. One particular cluster of shoots catches your eye, bearing a strong resemblance to waxwood, a species you’re very familiar with. Pulling on one of the branches, it bends and bows until you’re finally able to snap it free. In swinging it about and striking at a nearby tree, you’re pleased by the flexibility and shock absorption of the material. Although rough, it will serve as a rudimentary weapon in a pinch. Seeing the interest in Jain’s eyes, you repeat the process, procuring her a similar (if smaller) staff of her own. ''“This way”'' you announce, setting off through a less dense bit of wood. @@color:red;''“Why this way?”''@@ asks Jain, rolling the staff around in her hands. Pointing with your own staff, you indicate a feature shared by most of the nearby trees. ''“See the moss? Moss grows thicker on the north side of trees. This way, we can travel in the same direction without walking around in circles until we die of thirst”''. @@color:red;''“So we’re heading south? Why south? How do you know that's the right direction to travel”''@@ she questions. ''“I don’t… But one direction is as good as another,”'' rubbing at your arm for warmth, you continue, ''“And it’s warmer in the south”''. She seems skeptical about your reasoning, but continues to follow you through the forest. Thankfully, the winds die down somewhat, alleviating the health risks associated with exposure. Finding a water source is now your primary goal, and it helps that the pair of you trek in complete silence for the next few hours. Your ears pick it up first, the soothing sound of running water in the distance. She hears it too, increasing her pace to match your longer strides until the natural waterway comes into view. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/forestriver.jpg" width="658" height="449"></center> The waters are corrupted, thick with a green slime that harbors all manner of toxin and blight. Twisting east to west, the marsh impedes any more forward progress. Crestfallen, you decide that travelling up river to the east is the next best course. @@color:red;''“Where have you led us, beast!? We can’t drink this slop!”''@@ she complains. ''“…Roh”'' you reply. @@color:red;''“What?”''@@ she asks, perplexed. ''“My name is Roh”'' you state. @@color:red;''“Row?”''@@ ''“No, it’s RRooHH”'' you annunciate, rolling your tongue and producing a deep rumble at the back of your throat. @@color:red;''“Very well, Roak, it appears the way is impassable, and we’ve wasted our time! Unless you plan to eat rocks and bits of wood, we’re going to starve to death!”''@@. Her quick temper annoys you, as does her mispronunciation of your name. You would love nothing more than to abandon her in this forest, but she is your only chance of getting home. You will see her carried beyond this wood, kicking and screaming if need be. ''“We bear east here, up river to the source where the water is clear”''. Her eyes narrow to slits, signaling that she doesn’t trust your judgment, @@color:red;''“How can you be so sure?”''@@. ''“It’s because of the flow. The water moves from high ground to low, picking up all manner of filth along the way. If we can reach higher ground closer to the source, the water will be suitable for purification”''. You explain, stifling your urge to be combative. She doesn’t look convinced, but you set off to the east, and sure enough, she reluctantly follows. The river winds its way through the forest, flowing slowly but steadily, feeding the local fauna and flora with its corrupted essence. Oddly enough, you don’t encounter predator or prey along the way, perhaps the water is unsuitable for man and beast alike. The only signs of life come from the chirping and buzzing of unseen insects. After a short while, the forest begins to thin out, affording you a better view of what lies ahead. The sight twists your stomach into knots, threatening to sap you of what little strength remains. A massive cliff-face reaches far up into the sky, disappearing in the clouds at the furthest extent of your vision. The green sludge bleeds out from between the cracks of the mountain, weeping death at its foot. @@color:red;''“NO!”''@@ cries Jain, rushing forward to pound on the solid rock with her bare hands. @@color:red;''“You’ve doomed us, BEAST! I should have known better than to trust you!”''@@. She’s right, you failed. All of your instincts have been wrong in this place, and it’s all you can do to retort, ''“I said, call me - Roh!”''. This infuriates her, @@color:red;''“I’ll call you a bloody IDIOT! Here we are, about to perish, but let’s make sure I get your name right! You stupid – witless - ANIMAL!”''@@. You’ve had enough, marching up to join her on the spongy mire at the foot of the mountain, ''“Mind your tongue elf-bitch! Lest I tear it from your throat!”''. @@color:red;''“YOU-!”''@@ She begins, before lashing out at you with her staff. Normally you could have turned her blow aside with barely a thought, but your new body is weak. Without a strong stance, her staff blows through your defense, landing sharply on the side of your head. She is surprisingly fast, unleashing a practiced combination of lateral strikes that you can barely defend in your current state. @@color:red;''“ROH!”''@@ She screams, striking at your staff with unbridled fury. @@color:red;''“ROH!”''@@ she repeats, landing another partially deflected blow to your crown. @@color:red;''“RRRRRROOOOHHHHH!”''@@ She bellows, loading up on a huge overhead strike. Her booming voice produces an impressively loud rumble in the back of her throat, shaking the world around you. The rumble grows even louder, sand and rocks are raining down on your head from above. A quick glance upward reveals an avalanche of stone and debris that will soon be upon you. With a thrust of your staff, you shove her away and fall backward yourself just as a massive boulder crashes into the earth between the two of you. The ground below your feet gives way under the weight of the boulder, sending you into a turbulent freefall. It is quickly over when your legs collide with a sloped mound of dirt that sends you rolling clear of danger. Helplessly, you watch as stone and earth continue to pile up, sealing the hole and blocking out the light. In very short order, your eyes adjust to the low-light conditions, revealing a corridor of worked stone. The moss clinging to the masonry illuminates both, the passage, and Jain lying nearby. Coughing through the cloud of dust in the air, you address her, ''“Happy now, princess? You’ve literally dug our grave”''. Shaking some of the dust off, she nurses what appears to me a minor head wound before responding. @@color:red;''“This is your fault, bea-”''@@, she breaks off into thought for a few seconds before finishing her statement, @@color:red;''“...Roh”''@@. Her words surprise you even more than when she tried to split your skull. You need her, and maybe now she realizes that she needs you too. Sighing heavily, you climb to your feet, ''“Come on, let’s find a way out of here”''. When she doesn’t react, you extend a hand to help her up, ''“...Jain”''. Even in the relative darkness of the cavern, you can see her eyes light up in appreciation. Taking your hand, she joins you in exploring the strange dungeon. <<silently>>\ <<display "StoryInit">>\ <</silently>>\ [[Next|Map1]]

<<if $positionX == 5 && $positionY == 1>>A riveted steel plate stands out from the stone corridor wall, a plainly visible keyhole at its center.<</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 5 && $positionY == 6>>The stone corridor affords you very little vision, the way forward obscured by an inky gloom.<</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 5 && $positionY == 7>>The stone corridor affords you very little vision, the way forward obscured by an inky gloom.<</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 5 && $positionY == 8>>You reach a crossroads, each passage is identical to the other, all bathed in a foreboding darkness.<</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 4 && $positionY == 8>>The stone corridor affords you very little vision, the way forward obscured by an inky gloom.<</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 3 && $positionY == 8>>The stone corridor affords you very little vision, the way forward obscured by an inky gloom.<</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 6 && $positionY == 8>>The stone corridor affords you very little vision, the way forward obscured by an inky gloom.<</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 7 && $positionY == 8>>The stone corridor affords you very little vision, the way forward obscured by an inky gloom.<</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 5 && $positionY == 4>>The stone corridor affords you very little vision, the way forward obscured by an inky gloom.<</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 5 && $positionY == 3>>The stone corridor affords you very little vision, the way forward obscured by an inky gloom.<</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 5 && $positionY == 2>>You reach a crossroads, each passage is identical to the other, all bathed in a foreboding darkness.<</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 4 && $positionY == 2>>The stone corridor affords you very little vision, the way forward obscured by an inky gloom.<</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 3 && $positionY == 2>>The stone corridor affords you very little vision, the way forward obscured by an inky gloom.<</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 6 && $positionY == 2>>The stone corridor affords you very little vision, the way forward obscured by an inky gloom.<</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 7 && $positionY == 2>>The stone corridor affords you very little vision, the way forward obscured by an inky gloom.<</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 2 && $positionY == 5>>The passage is completely blocked by the recent cave-in, it would take weeks to dig your way back out. A number of large rocks lay strewn about the corridor here, <<if $fed < 1 or $watered < 1>>but you're too weak from hunger and thirst to lift any of the larger stones.<</if>><<if $stone < 1 && $fed == 1 && $watered == 1>>[[pick up a rock|Map1][$stone += 1]]<</if>><</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 2 && $positionY == 8>>A long decayed corpse lays crumpled in the corner.<<if $plug1 == 0>> A blue, plug shaped gem sits embedded in its pelvis - [[Take the plug|Map1][$plug1 += 1]]<</if>><<if $key == 0>> A steel key sits in the dust, just shy of the skeletal hand - [[Pick up the key|Map1][$key += 1]]<</if>><</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 3 && $positionY == 5>>The stone corridor affords you very little vision, the way forward obscured by an inky gloom.<</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 4 && $positionY == 5>>The stone corridor affords you very little vision, the way forward obscured by an inky gloom.<</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 5 && $positionY == 5>>You reach a crossroads, each passage is identical to the other, all bathed in a foreboding darkness.<</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 6 && $positionY == 5>>The stone corridor affords you very little vision, the way forward obscured by an inky gloom.<</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 7 && $positionY == 5>>The stone corridor affords you very little vision, the way forward obscured by an inky gloom.<</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 8 && $positionY == 5 && $plugjain == 0 && $plugroh == 0>>An ominous pair of sunken eyes stare into your soul through the darkness.<<if $plug1 > 0 && $plug2 > 0>>The plugs vibrate in your inventory [[Insert plugs|Plug scene]]<</if>><</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 8 && $positionY == 5 && $plugjain == 1 && $plugroh == 1>>An ominous pair of sunken eyes stare into your soul through the darkness. They shine brilliantly, pulsing with a foreign power that radiates heat and a ghostly light.<</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 8 && $positionY == 8 && $gate == 0>>A heavy steel gate stands between you and the outside world, but there is no visible mechanism to open it.<</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 8 && $positionY == 8 && $gate == 1>>The gate has shifted open and freedom awaits, you need but pass through to the outside world. [[Leave the Dungeon|Outside Dungeon]]<</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 5 && $positionY == 9 && $water == 0 && $food == 0>>An opening of cut stone dominates the dingy alcove. <<if $water < 1>>A sealed flask sits within the nook - [[Take the flask.|Map1][$water += 1]]<</if>><<if $food < 1>> A carefully wrapped package is here - [[Pick up the package.|Map1][$food += 1]]<</if>><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 5 && $positionY == 9 && $water == 1 && $food == 0>>An opening of cut stone dominates the dingy alcove. <<if $food < 1>> A carefully wrapped package is here - [[Pick up the package.|Map1][$food += 1]]<</if>><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 5 && $positionY == 9 && $water == 0 && $food == 1>>An opening of cut stone dominates the dingy alcove. <<if $water < 1>>A sealed flask sits within the nook - [[Take the flask.|Map1][$water += 1]]<</if>><</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 5 && $positionY == 9 && $pantry == 1>>An opening of cut stone dominates the dingy alcove, the nook is empty.<</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 2 && $positionY == 2 && $pit == 0>>A pressure plate is visible at the end of this corridor.<</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 2 && $positionY == 2 && $pit == 1>>The pressure plate is being weighted down by a large stone.<</if>>\ \ <<if $positionX == 8 && $positionY == 2 && $door == 0 && $pit == 0>>A solid door blocks the passage, further defended by a large pit, you can't see the bottom<</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 8 && $positionY == 2 && $door == 0 && $pit == 1>>A solid door blocks the passage, even with the pit disabled, there's no visible way to get it open from here.<</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 8 && $positionY == 2 && $door == 1 && $pit == 0>>The door is open, but you can't see far enough into the darkness to examine the chamber beyond. There's no way to climb over this pit, it will have to be disabled before you can proceed.<</if>>\ <<if $positionX == 8 && $positionY == 2 && $door == 1 && $pit == 1>>The door is open, but you can't see far enough into the darkness to examine the chamber beyond. With the pit disabled, you're free to [[Enter the chamber|Vault room]]<</if>>\

Inventory <<if $water == 1>>* A flask full of water [[Drink|Inv][$water += 1;$watered += 1]]<</if>>\ <<if $food == 1>>* A package of dry rations [[Eat|Inv][$food += 1;$fed += 1]]<</if>>\ <<if $stone == 1>>* A heavy stone <<if $positionX == 2 && $positionY == 2>>[[Use stone|Inv][$stone += 1;$pit += 1]]<</if>><</if>>\ <<if $key == 1>>* A steel key <<if $positionX == 5 && $positionY == 1>>[[Use key|Inv][$key += 1;$door += 1]]<</if>><</if>>\ <<if $plug1 == 1>>* A blue, plug-shaped gem <<if $plugjain == 1>>is plugged into Jain<</if>><</if>>\ <<if $plug2 == 1>>* A blue, plug-shaped gem <<if $plugroh == 1>>is plugged into Roh<</if>><</if>>\ <<if $girdle == 1>>* An ordinary looking leather girdle <<if $jaingirdle == 1>>is equipped by Jain<<if $rohgirdle == 1>>is equipped by Roh<</if>><</if>><</if>> [[Back|Map1]]

<<if $plug2 == 0>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/chamberchestplug.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center> The middle of the room is dominated by a tightly shut, ornate chest. A blue, plug shaped gem sits on the floor. [[Take plug|Vault room][$plug2 += 1]]<</if>>\ <<if $plug2 == 1 && $plugjain == 0>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/chamberchest.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center> The middle of the room is dominated by a tightly shut, ornate chest.<</if>>\ <<if $plugroh == 1 && $plugjain == 1 && $map1chest == 0>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/chamberchest.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center> The middle of the room is dominated by an ornate chest, the clasps lay ubound. [[Open the chest|Map1chest]]<</if>>\ <<if $plugroh == 1 && $plugjain == 1 && $map1chest == 1>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/chamberchest.jpg" width="693" height="470"></center> The middle of the room is dominated by an ornate chest, the clasps lay ubound, the chest is now empty.<</if>>\ One side of the room houses a large wooden wheel attached to a windlass. A familiar mechanism, routinely used to operate bridges and gates. <<if $gate == 0>>[[Turn the the wheel|Vault room][$gate += 1]]<</if>><<if $gate == 1>>The wheel will turn no further.<</if>> [[Exit the chamber|Map1]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/tedbasement.jpg" width="535" height="387"></center> ''“I think we should insert the plugs”'' you state, turning to Ivan. @@color:cyan;''“What?”''@@ he exclaims, surprised by your rash decision. ''“Well, they’re vibrating, so we obviously have to use them”'' you reply, very matter-of-factly. @@color:cyan;''“Oh, we HAVE to? What if it’s a trap? The previous owner of the plug didn’t fare too well, Kev”''@@ he retorts, making a very good point in the process. There’s no way for you to refute Ivan’s claim, but your eyes light up with a single word, a single purpose… ''“Loot”''. A smile begins to split your face as Ivan’s eyebrows climb higher on his forehead, ''“Think of the LOOT!”''. Ivan is visibly agitated by the implications of this choice, cupping his bare shoulder with a tiny hand. @@color:cyan;''“Ohhhhh, ummm..”''@@ he begins weakly, @@color:cyan;''“Ok, if that’s what you want, Kev”''@@. There’s a defeated slump to his shoulders as he stares down at the ground. Ted wears a smug grin on his face, sitting back in his chair with his arms folded across his chest. He has the look of an amused puppet master, drawing you and Ivan right into his twisted web. ''“Ok, we insert the plugs…”'' you announce, picking up a pencil to mark it down on your character sheet. Ted suddenly becomes animated, @@color:teal;''“Great! Here you go…”''@@, he chuckles, producing two glass objects from behind his screen. He places them down on the table in front of you and Ivan, along with a pump action lube dispenser. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/blueplug.jpg" width="300" height="300"></center> You mouth falls open in shock, ''“What the-“''. How could you have been so stupid? The mundane trek through the dungeon must have distracted you from Ted’s perverted agenda. Of course this would happen, and Ivan obviously saw it coming too. This becomes abundantly clear when Ivan reaches out to grip one of the plugs with barely any hesitation. ''“WAIT!”'' you suddenly cry out before it’s too late, ''“Maybe we DON’T have to insert the plugs”''. Ivan freezes in place, the phallic object just inches away from his searching fingertips. Ted pauses as well, before addressing your concern, @@color:teal;''“Fine, sure, no problem… Yeah, you don’t need that, you can continue on without inserting the plugs…”''@@. The tone of his voice suggests that he’s daring you to proceed forward without being plugged. This could all just be one big bluff on Ted’s part as well, and judging by the look on Ivan’s face, the final decision is yours. [[Insert plugs|Plug scene 2]] [[Don't insert plugs|Map1]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/tedbasement.jpg" width="535" height="387"></center> You can't believe that you're even considering this, though you doubt anyone would find out about it. Ivan sure wouldn't tell anyone, and Ted isn't exactly what you would call, social. Maybe it’s the excitement of the circumstances, but you’re feeling a lot more adventurous than usual. ''“Ok, we’ll use the plugs, I guess”'' you concede, quickly qualifying your statement, ''“For the loot!”''. @@color:teal;''“Suuure... The loot... Can’t leave that behind, right?”''@@ Ted replies, his words dripping with sarcasm. His obvious doubt creeps into your mind, making you question the decision yourself. Is this just an excuse you told Ted? Or an excuse you’re telling yourself because you’re secretly curious about how it might feel. Ivan seems to read your mind, reddening as his gentle hands close around the base of his plug. He holds it up, looking you in the eyes as if giving you the opportunity to change your mind. @@color:cyan;''“Same time, ok Kev?”''@@ he asks, hoping that you’re not just trying to trick him. You slowly nod in response, fearfully lifting the plug with two fingers to examine it. While the plug isn’t very large, the cold material has a noticeable weight to it. The rounded tip gradually tapers out to a bulb of frightening diameter, and just thinking about taking it sends a shiver up your spine. A spike of humiliation hits you, realizing that an inanimate object is making you feel vulnerable and submissive. <center><big>''SHPLURRRRRRT!''</big></center> The lewd sound draws your attention to Ivan as he pumps a huge glob of clear lubricant out of the dispenser. The gelatinous substance splats onto the tip of his plug, slowly oozing its way down the sides of the bulb. He stares at it in awe, or perhaps devotion, before making space for you to access the dispenser. <center><big>''SHPLURRRRRRT!''</big></center> A sputtering mass of jelly lands atop your plug, covering it in a disgusting, slimy sheen. If the plug was intimidating before, it looks downright aggressive now. The tip gleams with a spark of reflected light, now primed and ready to violate you. Ivan is small enough to scoot down in his seat, raising his knees into the air to expose his cute penis and pink rosebud. You decide to place the plug flat on the seat of your chair and squat down over it. Your heartbeat quickens watching Ivan slowly press the plug against dainty little hole. In the same moment, you lower yourself onto the plug a little too quickly, gasping at how easily the tip breaches your asshole. <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/ivaninsertplug.gif" width="425" height="310"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/sitonplug.gif" width="425" height="310"> </center>\ <</if>>\ @@color:cyan;''“nnnngggg”''@@ Ivan moans, his eyes rolling up to the back of his head. His display is incredibly erotic, emboldening you to go deeper yourself. You exhale slowly, relaxing the muscles in your legs to accept the foreign intruder into your body. In very short order, the stiff plug is painfully forcing open your inexperienced hole. Throwing back your head, your mouth opens wide in a silent scream. The feeling is so jarring that you immediately feel like this was a mistake. Grabbing the edge of the table for stability, you try to raise yourself off the plug, but your legs are shaking uncontrollably in this position. With all your might, you can barely raise up an inch before a growing numbness immobilizes your extremities. It’s only a matter of time before exhaustion sets in, taking the decision completely out of your hands. Ivan’s legs writhe as he rolls the slick butt-stopper around in his canal, poking and prodding in futility. He instinctively sucks on his thumb, trying to find a comforting place for his mind, somewhere absent his body. His weakness reflects yours, as beads of sweat begin to break out all over your naked body. Your vulnerable hole is getting pushed further, the pain intensifying along with an odd feeling of fullness. In this state, you can’t tell if gravity is pulling you down, or the plug is thrusting itself up into you. There’s no way you can resist it, this object wants you, and it will take you eventually. Nearly defeated, you spare a desperate glance at Ivan just as he cries out. @@color:cyan;''“hhhuuuuuunnnggg! I can’t! It’s… too big…”''@@ Ted suddenly stands up, his gut slamming into the table as he blurts out an offer, @@color:teal;''“Need some help?!”''@@. This breaks your grip from the table, allowing your crystalline lover to suddenly drive himself deep into your quivering asshole. ''“AAAAHHHHH”'' you yell at the forceful penetration. The plug fills you out, reshaping your insides as it’s further crammed up your ass. @@color:cyan;''“EEEEEEEEEEE!”''@@ Ivan squeals like a girl, pushing the plug into his little pucker as hard as he can, curling his toes in effort. The sight of his pink hole stretching around the girthy bulb makes it all the more painful when your plug pushes you to the absolute limit. In an ordeal of pain and discomfort, the bulb breaches past your anal ring, slamming itself home with an impact that arches your back. The painful burning sensation is quickly replaced by an amazing feeling of, not pleasure, but relief. You breathe in and out heavily as your tender anus spasms around the base of the plug, involuntarily gripping it over and over again. Ivan looks a little worse for wear, his cocked legs twitching in the air as his plug wiggles around, seemingly on its own. His eyes are half shut and glazed over, unaware of the fact that he’s gently suckling his thumb like a baby. One of his fingers absently spirals around the head of his dripping dick. <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/ivanwithplug.gif" width="740" height="460"></center><</if>>\ <center><small>@@color:purple;''"THEODORE!”''@@</small></center> A terrifying shriek from above immediately snaps you out of your anally induced euphoria. The thought of getting caught in this state flips your stomach upside down, prompting you to scramble for your recently discarded clothes. Ivan is similarly affected by the shameful implications of being discovered, nearly falling out of his chair in the process. @@color:cyan;''“SORRY MOM! THE TABLE ALMOST FELL!”''@@ Ted quickly responds, staring at the ceiling as if he can detect her footsteps. His apologetic response is in stark contrast with his regular attitude toward his mother, and you fear this may raise her suspicion. The silence that follows is golden, alleviating your concern of being discovered by Ted’s mother. Slowly, you and Ivan return to your seats, although the plugs now create something of a problem. Ivan is small enough to kneel on his chair, his legs curled up beneath him. You have another idea, turning your chair around to straddle it, cowboy style. This prevents you from sitting on the plug, but you feel a little vulnerable with your legs spread wide and your ass thrust outward. While settling into position, your balls graze across the surface of the seat in a way that forces blood to rush into your dick. The sensation is alarming, and you tightly clamp down on your plug in response. You twitch, involuntarily grinding your balls onto the seat again and squeezing the plug even harder, as if you’re trying to pull it deeper into your body. Before getting caught in a never ending cycle of humping the chair, you manage regain your composure. Staying completely still, you allow the various stimuli to fade, leaving you feeling stuffed, and with a slightly chubbier member that lays flat against your chair. Ted really should be ridiculing you mercilessly right now, but he isn’t. Surprisingly, he looks rather flustered himself. Perhaps he has a plug of his own to contend with… The thought trails off as he finally rolls a 20-sided die and speaks, partially short of breath @@color:cyan;''“Ok, -huff- you insert the plugs”''@@. <<set $plugjain = 1>>\ <<set $plugroh = 1>>\ [[Next|Map1]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/map1/map1chest.jpg" width="400" height="300"></center> The chest creaks open with a brilliant glow that illuminates the entire room. Thoughts of gold and gemstones dance through your mind, the promise of legendary weapons belonging to heroes past. Inside however, the chest is empty, dashing all your hopes within seconds. But wait, there is something tucked into one corner of the chest, a fairly drab looking leather girdle. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/leathergirdle.jpg" width="399" height="322"></center> <<if $roh == 1>>You hold up the garment in disappointment, examining it from every angle, searching for some sign of value. Aside from some odd looking inlays, there are no stones, and no gilding. @@color:red;''"urrrrgh"''@@ Jain grunts, getting your attention. @@color:red;''"It won't come out!"''@@ she complains, tugging firmly on her plug. You quickly test your own plug, only to find that it's similarly lodged in your posterior. The next few minutes are filled with pushing, pulling and squatting; the plug doesn’t budge a hair, as if it’s attached to you, a part of you. @@color:red;''“Well I hope it was worth it, Roh. You’ve found yourself a pretty little belt, now all you need is a cute pair of heels and the ensemble is complete.”''@@ She taunts. Furrowing your brow, you furiously spin to face her, ''“What are you saying, girl???”''. She gives you a queer look, @@color:red;''“…Oh, nothing”''@@, she replies, stifling a smile before continuing, @@color:red;''“Why don’t you try it on and do a little modeling for me”''@@. ''“I’m glad you find this so amusing, princess. Maybe you would like to try it on yourself, unless it’s too common and lowly for her highness”'' you jab, mocking the bow and flourish of a devoted servant while extending the belt out to her. She stands firmly, hands on hips, @@color:red;''“Fool!”''@@. There’s something in her eyes though, something that tells you she is actually considering it. Or maybe you could put it on yourself just to mock her, imagining the look on her smug face.<</if>>\ \ <<if $jain == 1>>You hold up the garment in disappointment, examining it from every angle, searching for some sign of value. Aside from some odd looking inlays, there are no stones, and no gilding. @@color:green;''"urrrrgh"''@@ Roh grunts, getting your attention. @@color:green;''"It won't come out!"''@@ he complains, tugging firmly on his plug. You quickly test your own plug, only to find that it's similarly lodged in your posterior. The next few minutes are filled with pushing, pulling and squatting; the plug doesn’t budge a hair, as if it’s attached to you, a part of you. @@color:green;''“Well I hope it was worth it, Princess. You’ve found yourself a pretty little belt, now all you need is a cute pair of heels and the ensemble is complete.”''@@ he taunts. Furrowing your brow, you furiously spin to face him, ''“What are you talking about?!”''. @@color:green;''"Nothing at all, I'm happy to spend my final moments helping to expand your wardrobe”''@@ he replies. @@color:green;''“Why don’t you try it on and give us a little twirl”''@@. ''“I’m glad you find this so amusing, idiot. Maybe YOU would rather try it on, is that it? Do you want to live out your secret fantasy of dressing as a lady?”'' you smile cruelly, dangling the garment in front of his face with two fingers. His back stiffens up in defiance, but his eyes seem fixated on the girdle. You can see he's thinking deeply, contemplating something, could he actually be considering it? Or maybe you could put it on and give him a show just to tease him mercilessly.<</if>> <<set $map1chest += 1>>\ <<set $girdle += 1>> [[Jain wears the girdle|Jain girdle TF]] [[Roh wears the girdle|Roh Girdle TF]] [[Nobody wears the girdle|Vault room]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/spookyforest.jpg" width="800" height="450"></center> It takes a few moments for your eyes to adjust, and the fresh air serves well to flush your lungs of dust and soot. In very short order, the same air is whipping against your bare body, siphoning off the relative comfort you felt in the dungeon. Sparing a glance back to the crumbling network of tunnels, you briefly entertain the thought of seeking refuge from the elements. A muffled thud from within dashes any notions of reprieve, signaling that it’s only a matter of time before the entire network comes crashing down. The immediate area is overgrown with tangle and bramble, crisscrossing between the boughs of the densely populated wood. Thankfully, much of the wind chill is mitigated by the thick foliage, even though it encumbers you at every step. You cling to each other for warmth, carefully traversing the forest as dusk creeps over the land. With a belly partially full of food and water, the elements are your greatest foe. That notion is quickly dispelled by a frightening, distant sound. <center>@@color:yellow;''Arrrooooooooooooooooooooo''@@</center> Scarcely looking to your compatriot, you both immediately increase the pace, subjecting your bare legs to the bite of thorn and brush. The thought of being torn apart by wolves fills you with a powerful sense of self preservation, and it serves to stave off the cold as well, provided you are able to keep moving. Blood courses through your veins as you barrel through the darkness with no direction or destination to guide your path. After the better part of an hour, you break out of the tree line, huffing, puffing, and slick with sweat. With a bit of luck, you’ve struck upon a wide path cut through the forest; a well traveled road paved with weather-beaten cobblestones. Coming to a halt, your spirits are lifted by feelings of hope and optimism. The only question now is which direction to take. In the momentary stillness, your hearing becomes incredibly acute, detecting the direction of the wolves. For the first time, you notice another sound in the distance, a very familiar sound. [[Next|Outside Dungeon 2]]

<<if $roh == 1>>She snatches the girdle from your hand with a sneer, making a very deliberate effort to tease you in the process. Unbuckling the clasp, she swivels her hips while slowly turning her body around in a seductive rhythm. Facing away from you, she continues to gyrate, bending deep at the waist to give you an amazing view of her perfect ass and virgin flower. With one hand, she gently traces her fingers from delicate ankle, to shapely calf and sumptuous thigh. The way she drags her hand along her beautiful legs arouses you almost instantly, stiffening your exposed penis. When she spins fully about, you can see the nipples of her perky breasts are hard as a rock. Your eyes fall to her nubile midsection as she draws the girdle across her svelte waistline. In an instant, the girdle takes over, encircling her waist like a serpent and slamming itself shut. Moving quickly to intervene, you’re momentarily blinded by a dazzling display of dancing lights, accompanied by a rain shower of pixie dust. When the dust clears, you’re shocked by what you see. Jain’s face has taken on sharper, angular features, including a more prominent jaw line. Her shoulders have broadened slightly to support her soft, undeveloped pectoral muscles. Below her transformed waist, she is sporting a small, limp member, proportional to her diminutive size. Completely oblivious to the changes, Jain continues to gyrate, making her little pecker flit and flop around. You’re dumbstruck, and it all happened so fast that you’re still fully erect, staring at her new, acrobatic appendage. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/jaintf.gif" width="383" height="383"></center> She opens her eyes, coming to a halt when she see the expression on your face. She grins, @@color:red;''“What’s the matter, see someth-“''@@. Her words cut off sharply, spoken in a tone of voice much deeper than normal. Confused by the sound, she follows your gaze down her own body. Her eyes nearly pop out of her head when she discovers the transformation, her mouth working open and closed, desperately searching for breath like a fish out of water. All at once, she draws in a deep, ragged breath and falls to her knees with a shriek that echoes and bounces through the corridors at an alarming volume, @@color:red;''“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!”''@@. Streams of sand rain down from between the shifting stone ceiling all around you. ''“Jain! Calm down! Calm down, girl!”'' you plead, successfully covering her mouth with your hands to deaden the sound. She resists wildly, flailing her arms and jerking away from you, @@color:red;''“CALM!? CAAAALM!?? LOOK AT MEEEEEEE-UMMPHHHH!!!!!”''@@ she wails before you can regain control of her head. ''“SHH-SHH-SHH Listen! You’ll bring this whole place down on our heads, and it’s just the girdle Jain, it’s just the girdle…”'' you hoarsely whisper in her ear. Breathing rapidly, she tugs and claws at the straps and clasp of the item, which shows no signs of coming loose. You preemptively address her concerns, forcing her to make direct eye-contact with you, ''“We’ll find a way to get the belt off, Ok? And trust me, I know how you’re feeling right now”''. There’s an immediate spark of recognition in her eyes, recalling that you’ve already been transformed as well. Seeing her acceptance of the situation, you release her mouth and help her back to a standing position. Hand-in-hand, you boldly continue onward, determined to escape this accursed dungeon and return home - fully restored.<</if>>\ \ <<if $jain == 1>>You roll the girdle through your fingers with a sneer, making a very deliberate effort to tease Roh in the process. Unbuckling the clasp, you swivel your hips while slowly turning your body around in a seductive rhythm. Facing away from him, you continue to gyrate, bending deep at the waist to give him a clear view of your ass and virgin flower. With one hand, you gently trace your fingers across your delicate ankle, then upward over your shapely calf. This dance was taught to you by a particularly naughty friend of yours called Jinny, who was even more lax in her studies than you, but always had a way with the boys. Taking a quick peek back at Roh from in between your legs, you can see his cock rising to attention. When you spin fully about, you can feel the effects of the seduction yourself, displaying your body in a manner unbecoming a lady. There is a kind of liberation to it, misbehaving in this dank, dark dungeon. With Roh's eyes glued to your body, you finally begin to draw the girdle across your slender waist. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/jainwinding.gif" width="383" height="344"></center> You close your eyes just as the girdle embraces you lovingly, a delightful warmth travelling through your body. There is nothing but exquisite pleasure now, a palpable tingle you can feel all over your skin. If you knew that dance was so enjoyable, you would have partaken on a more regular basis. You lazily open your eyes, coming to a halt when you see the expression on Roh's face. Grinning, your address the poor, gobsmacked male ''“What’s the matter, see someth-“''. The words get stuck in your throat when the deep tone of your own voice reaches your ears. Confused by the sound, you follow Roh's eyes to glance down at your body. Impossibly, your breasts are missing! Replaced now with undeveloped, masculine pectoral muscles. Terrified, your eyes come to focus on what can only be described as a little willy attached to your groin. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head in disbelief, your mouth working open and closed, desperately searching for breath like a fish out of water. All at once, you draw in a deep, ragged breath and fall to your knees with a shriek that echoes and bounces through the corridors, ''“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!”''. Streams of sand rain down from between the shifting stone ceiling all around you. @@color:green;''“Jain! Calm down! Calm down, girl!”''@@ he pleads, covering your mouth with his hands. You resist wildly, lashing out at him in anger, ''“CALM!? CAAAALM!?? LOOK AT MEEEEEEE-UMMPHHHH!!!!!”'' you wail before he siezes you again, tightly cupping his hand over your mouth. @@color:green;''“SHH-SHH-SHH Listen! You’ll bring this whole place down on our heads, and it’s just the girdle Jain, it’s just the girdle…”''@@ he hoarsely whispers in your ear. Breathing rapidly, you tug and claw at the straps and clasp of the item, which shows no signs of coming loose. Roh grabs your head in his hands, forcing you to look right into his eyes, “We’ll find a way to get the belt off, Ok? And trust me, I know how you’re feeling right now”. You immediately recall his predicament, that he has been transformed as well, and you've agreed to restore him. Seeing your nod of acceptance, Roh promptly releases you and helps you back up to a standing position. Hand-in-hand, you boldly continue onward, determined to escape this accursed dungeon and return home - fully restored.<</if>>\ <<set $jaingirdle +=1>> [[Next|Vault room]]

<<if $roh == 1>>You stare at the girdle for a moment, unblinking. Jain’s taunts prick at you, but there is some kind of allure to the accessory. Seeing your consideration, she begins to giggle, annoying you even further. The implications of wearing this garment, in the face of Jain’s ridicule, serves as a challenge to your masculinity. This is a feeling completely alien to you; nobody has ever dared test your manhood as an imposing half-ogre. In this new form, your resolve is constantly being put to task, a set of endless trials challenging who you are, who you were. @@color:red;''“Hehehe, I can’t believe it! You’re scared of it, aren’t you?”''@@ she titters, mocking your reluctance. The whole thing is enough to boil your blood, as if this simple piece of cloth and leather is any threat to you. As if you don’t have the COURAGE to don this tiny garment. You know what she’s doing, and you don’t want to give in to her teasing. Although, the choice is before you, not her, and if she were absent, the choice would remain. What magical boon awaits those who conquer their own feelings of insecurity? Braver deeds have been ascribed to you, including facing down an army of the dead single-handed. Yet here you stand, stalemated by… a belt!? The thought leaves a sour taste in your mouth, and you casually unlatch the girdle. Just before attaching it to your waist, a green light shimmers across the inside of the strap in a way that gives you pause – maybe this is a mistake. Right on cue, Jain interjects, @@color:red;''“The rose goes in the front, big guy, hehehe”''@@ she titters, mocking your reluctance. You can feel your teeth grating against each other, the blood surging through your veins, and the rage takes you once again. In pressing the belt to your pelvis, the straps leap from your hands, twisting over and around your hips in a serpentine motion before clamping tight. You close your eyes just as the girdle embraces you lovingly, a delightful warmth travelling through your body. There is nothing but exquisite pleasure now, a palpable tingle you can feel all over your skin. All of your qualms melt away, extinguished by this feeling that is so… right. You triumphantly open your eyes, delighted by the shocked look on Jain’s face. ''“So Princess, you-“'', the words die in your throat when the melodic sounds reach your ears. Confused by the sound, you follow Jain’s eyes to glance down at your body. The view is immediately obscured by a bountiful set of breasts standing pert and proud from your chest. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head in disbelief, your mouth working open and closed, desperately searching for breath like a fish out of water. Instinctively, your hands reach down to your groin, where your worst nightmare has come true; your cock is completely missing, replaced by a warm, moist slit. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/rohtfpov.jpg" width="475" height="377"></center> All at once, you draw in a deep, ragged breath and curl your fingers into fists with a roar that echoes and bounces through the corridors, ''“RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!”''. A slab of rock comes loose from above, shattering as it crashes onto the floor. Streams of sand rain down from between the shifting stones all around you. Jain warily scans the ceiling, closing the distance to place her hands on your shoulders, @@color:red;''“Wait, Roh! Stay calm, please!”''@@. You shuck her off, desperately trying to wedge your fingers under the belt, clawing at the straps in futility. Bouncing off the walls in frustration, you growl with effort as the garment refuses to budge a hair. Jain takes the opportunity to pin you up against the wall momentarily, @@color:red;''“Stop it, Roh! Now! You’ll bring this whole place down on our heads”''@@. Before you can react, she places a gently hand over your heart, @@color:red;''“I’m sorry for teasing you, and we’ll find a way to get that thing off you, ok?”''@@. Your rage begins to wane, either due to her soft words, or her soft touch. She smiles sweetly at you, @@color:red;''“I’ll change you back, I promise”''@@. Getting your breath under control, you allow Jain to comfort you, setting your mind at ease. This is just a temporary setback, all will be well in the end. ''“You’re right…”'', you sigh, ''“Let’s get out of here”''. Jain smiles gratefully, stepping away to give you some space before extending her hand out to you. Hand-in-hand, you boldly continue onward, determined to escape this accursed dungeon and return home - fully restored. <</if>>\ <<if $jain == 1>>He stares at the girdle for a moment, you can’t believe this, is he actually considering putting it on? You fail to suppress a giggle as he turns the garment over in his hands, inspecting it thoroughly. Your reaction twists his mouth into a frown, but instead of responding, he redoubles his practiced gaze upon the girdle. Within a few seconds, you can see tension and concern coloring his expression. This time you don’t bother trying to hide your amusement, ''“Hehehe, I can’t believe it! You’re scared of it, aren’t you?”''. He immediately stiffens at your comment, the fabric crinkling between his fingers as he draws them into a fist. You can see a far-off look in his eyes as his chest begins to puff up in defiance. Standing proud and true, he holds the girdle at arm’s length, now seeming unimpressed by the simple accessory. For every second that passes, he becomes that much more confident in himself. You can’t help but think how easy men are to manipulate, as if there’s a handy leash attached to their pride. Would he really don this unknown artifact based on pure courage? Or is it just to defy you, rising to the challenge of your implied dare? His mind made up, he unlatches the girdle and brings it to his waist before coming to an abrupt halt, studying it curiously. You can’t resist pushing him further, enjoying the effortless power you’re able to exert over the big lummox, ''“The rose goes in the front, big guy, hehehe”''. You see his face flush through various shades of red before his jaw tightens into a scowl. Any indecision is cast into the wind as he slaps the girdle against the front of his pelvis. In an instant, the girdle takes over, encircling his waist like a serpent and slamming itself shut. Moving quickly to intervene, you’re momentarily blinded by a dazzling display of dancing lights, accompanied by a rain shower of pixie dust. When the dust clears, you’re shocked by what you see. Roh’s face has taken on softer features, including a pair of plump, ripe lips and a cute, upturned nose. His shoulders have narrowed slightly, framing his upper body to emphasize a set of large breasts that stand proud from his chest. An hourglass comes to mind when your gaze traverses around the curves of his svelte waist and broadened hips. Most disconcerting of all, his formerly imposing cock has given way to an unthreatening vagina. Although transformed, Roh hasn’t seemed to lose any of his original bulk, in fact, he’s the strongest, largest woman you’ve ever seen. You’re absolutely dumbstruck, and it all happened so fast that you’re left standing there slack-jawed. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/rohtf.jpg" width="475" height="475"></center> He triumphantly opens his eyes, delighted by the shocked look on your face. @@color:green;''“So Princess, you-“''@@, the word dies in his throat when the melodic words reach his ears. He fights for air, choked up for a moment before drawing in a deep, ragged breath. He trembles with rage, curling his fingers into fists with a roar that echoes and bounces through the corridors, @@color:green;''“RRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!”''@@. A slab of rock comes loose from above, shattering as it crashes onto the floor. Streams of sand rain down from between the shifting stones all around you. You warily scan the ceiling, closing the distance to place your hands on his shoulders, ''“Wait, Roh! Stay calm, please!”''. He shucks you off, desperately trying to wedge his fingers under the belt and clawing at the straps in futility. Bouncing off the walls in frustration, he growls with effort as the garment refuses to budge a hair. At an opportune moment, you dart in, using all of your weight to press the large figure against a wall, ''“Stop it, Roh! Now! You’ll bring this whole place down on our heads”''. You can see the fear and confusion in his eyes, driving home the feeling that this is your fault. Why did you have to goad him so? Placing a hand over his heart, you sincerely apologize and impress feelings of comfort upon him, ''“I’m so sorry for teasing you, Roh. We’ll find a way to get that thing off you, ok?”''. There’s an immediate sense of relief in the beast, evident by his sudden stillness. You smile sweetly, ''“And then I’ll change you back, I promise”''. You can feel his heartbeat slowing and his breathing gradually settles down. Just as you prompted him to rage, you were able to tame the beast with relative ease considering the circumstances. The power you have over Roh is something you should be very careful with, if not wary over. Your thought process is interrupted when a particularly troubling downpour of sand rains down from above. Roh snaps back to rationality all at once, @@color:green;''“You’re right…”''@@, he sighs, @@color:green;''“Let’s get out of here”''@@. Smiling gratefully, you step away to give him some space before extending your hand out to him. Hand-in-hand, you boldly continue onward, determined to escape this accursed dungeon and return home. <</if>>\ <<set $rohgirdle +=1>>\ [[Next|Vault room]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/carriagenowolves.jpg" width="800" height="450"></center> <<if $jain == 1>>The clip-clop sound of steel on stone is accompanied by the rumble of what could only be some kind of wagon. Sure enough, a horse-drawn carriage adorned with lanterns appears from around the bend, bearing down on your position. You’re about to dart out of the road when the horses rear up, halting a mere few dozen paces away. @@color:slateblue;''“Nice night for a walk, huh?”''@@ asks the driver, chuckling at the sight of you. You pause for a moment, remembering to cover your exposed bits as best you can. ''“Good sir, my name is Princess-“'', a sudden, short elbow to the ribs cuts you off mid-sentence. Roh’s little nudge speaks volumes, suggesting that you should probably conceal your identity. A young, noble heiress may be a valuable commodity amongst the ranks of marauders and rogues. @@color:slateblue;''“Princess…”''@@ he rolls the word around his mouth, making no effort to conceal a lecherous smile, @@color:slateblue;''“How appropriate for a lovely little sweetling like you… I am called Padan Fain, and who is your friend?”''@@. Roh throws you a warning glance, which annoys you, as if he’s insulting your intelligence. ''“This is my attendant… Bobo…”'' you reply. Sensing movement from Roh, you quickly continue, ''“He’s a mute”''. A low rumble emanates from Roh’s chest, indicating his irritation. The man seems pleased by your reply, eyeing Roh silently for a few seconds, @@color:slateblue;''“Indeed… and do you seek passage to the city?”''@@. Your eyes light up at his question, drawing closer to the coach ''“Yes! Thank you, kindly!”''. The man’s features become clearer at this proximity; He’s an average sized fellow with noticeably pale skin, almost sickly looking. Dressed very smartly, his closely cut coat and bowler cap give him the air of an aristocrat. @@color:slateblue;''“Great!”''@@ he responds, @@color:slateblue;''“That will be 75 silver coins, per head”''@@. After carefully considering Roh for a moment, he adds, @@color:slateblue;''“And another 50… for the cleaning”''@@. His words blast through any pretense for pleasantries, betraying this man as an opportunist rather than a gentleman. Your optimism falters slightly, chilling you deeper than the biting wind. <center>@@color:yellow;''Arrroooooooooooooooooooooooo''@@</center> The wolves have gotten much closer now, they must be tracking you. By the look on Padan’s face, he’s thinking the same thing as you, time is running short. Armed with nothing but naked diplomacy, you engage the man, ''“Very well, your price is acceptable. Once we reach the city-“''. @@color:slateblue;''“Cash up front!”''@@ he barks, preemptively cutting off any subterfuge you could devise. Clearly, he’s more practiced than you at this game, and he’s holding all the cards. Roh perks up at his words, stiffening his back proudly. You gently place a hand on his arm, insisting that you can handle the situation. The horses stir uncomfortably, whether it’s due to your approach, or the proximity of the wolves is unclear. Looking up at him perched in the driver’s seat, you implore the man ''“You have me at a loss, sir. As you can see, my purse is missing, along with the rest of my belongings. Could you not find it in your heart to extend some credit to a lady in distress?”''. @@color:slateblue;''“Why of course, milady”''@@ he quickly responds, a toothy, predatory grin almost immediately splitting his face. @@color:slateblue;''“It’s been a wearying journey, Princess, and I could do with some… comforting”''@@. The suggestive tone of his voice makes you feel sick to your stomach, @@color:slateblue;''“Mount up front with me, and I’ll give you a ride right into town”''@@. You’re beginning to notice that your ability to charm men can backfire horribly. There’s no telling what he could have planned, but what is the alternative? In response to your question, a series of eyes light up in the distance. Swiveling your head around in a panic reveals that you’ve quietly been surrounded by a super pack of wolves. Their pale fur just barely shows up under the starlight, dotting the landscape, and covering every possible direction of escape. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/carriagewolves.jpg" width="800" height="450"></center> ---- @@color:teal;''“Time’s up, Princess”''@@, Ted announces, patting his lap insistently. You’re frozen on the spot, racking your brain for another solution to this problem. Ted starts tapping on the table with impatience, and if there’s one virtue he lacks, it’s patience. @@color:teal;''“Ok, fuck this, roll for initiative”''@@ he growls, hunting around for his dice. ''“No, wait!”'' you cry, as a possible means of escape springs to mind. Not for Jain, but maybe for you. Looking at Ivan, you consider switching characters with him at the last minute, but are you willing to subject Ivan to this fate? [[Switch|Outside Dungeon 3][$jain -= 1;$roh += 1]] [[Don't switch|Outside Dungeon 3]]<</if>> <<if $roh == 1>>The clip-clop sound of steel on stone is accompanied by the rumble of what could only be some kind of wagon. Sure enough, a horse-drawn carriage adorned with lanterns appears from around the bend, bearing down on your position. You’re about to dart out of the road when the horses rear up, halting a mere few dozen paces away. @@color:slateblue;''“Nice night for a walk, huh?”''@@ asks the driver, chuckling at the sight of you. You pause for a moment, remembering to cover your exposed bits as best you can. Before you can speak, Jain answers the stranger, @@color:red;''“Good sir, my name is Princess-“''@@, you quickly nudge her with your elbow. Fool girl, she'll have us in irons before the first words finish leaving her mouth. Thankfully, she seems to have understood your concern, abstaining from releasing any more information than absolutely necessary. @@color:slateblue;''“Princess…”''@@ he rolls the word around his mouth, making no effort to conceal a lecherous smile, @@color:slateblue;''“How appropriate for a lovely little sweetling like you… I’m Padan, who is your friend?”''@@. You throw her a warning glance, hoping that she truly understands the implications of her next words. @@color:red;''“This is my attendant… Bobo…”''@@ she replies. Your eyes fly open in outrage, and you're barely able to restrain a violent exclamation before she continues, @@color:red;''“He’s a mute”''@@. Her words irritate you beyond belief, and this time you can't stop from emitting a low growl from deep within your chest. The man seems pleased by her reply, fixing a silent gaze upon you for a few seconds, @@color:slateblue;''“Indeed… Do you seek passage to the city?”''@@. Jain's tone lightens at his question, drawing closer to the coach with you in close pursuit, @@color:red;''“Yes! Thank you, kindly!”''@@. The man’s features become clearer at this proximity; He’s an average sized fellow with noticeably pale skin, almost sickly looking. Dressed very smartly, his closely cut coat and bowler cap give him the air of an aristocrat. @@color:slateblue;''“Great!”''@@ he responds, @@color:slateblue;''“That will be 75 silver coins, per head”''@@. After carefully considering you for a moment, he adds, @@color:slateblue;''“And another 50… for the cleaning”''@@. His obvious insult raises your hackles, betraying this man as an opportunist rather than a gentleman. <center>@@color:yellow;''Arrrooooooooooooooooooooo''@@</center> The wolves have gotten much closer now, they must be tracking you. By the look on Padan’s face, he’s thinking the same thing as you, time is running short. Taking a deep breath, Jain begins to bargain with him, @@color:red;''“Very well, your price is acceptable. Once we reach the city-“''@@. @@color:slateblue;''“Cash up front!”''@@ he barks, cutting her off mid-sentence and seemingly putting a halt to all negotiation. This prompts you to devise a plan to overpower the man. From his position atop the carriage, it will be slow-going in trying to reach him, giving him time to draw some type of weapon. Jain must sense your unease, and she places a hand on your arm, intent on finding a non-violent solution. The horses stir uncomfortably, whether it’s due to your approach, or the proximity of the wolves is unclear. Looking up at him perched in the driver’s seat, you notice one of his hands hovering over a miniature version of a crossbow strapped to his thigh. The risk of attacking this man would be great, but luckily Jain continues to engage him, @@color:red;''“You have me at a loss, sir. As you can see, my purse is missing, along with the rest of my belongings. Could you not find it in your heart to extend some credit to a lady in distress?”''@@. @@color:slateblue;''“Why of course, milady”''@@ he quickly responds, a toothy, predatory grin almost immediately splitting his face. @@color:slateblue;''“It’s been a wearying journey, Princess, and I could do with some… comforting”''@@. The suggestive tone of his voice makes you feel threatend, @@color:slateblue;''“Mount up front with me, and I’ll give you a ride right into town”''@@. You don't like this one bit, although it is a viable option at this point - Perhaps the only one. In response to your thought, a series of eyes light up in the distance. Swiveling your head around in a panic reveals that you’ve quietly been surrounded by a super pack of wolves. Their pale fur just barely shows up under the starlight, dotting the landscape, and covering every possible direction of escape. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/carriagewolves.jpg" width="800" height="450"></center> ---- @@color:teal;''“Time’s up, Princess”''@@, Ted announces, patting his lap insistently Ivan is frozen on the spot, biting his bottom lip and studying the ceiling for a solution. Ted starts tapping on the table with impatience, and if there’s one virtue he lacks, it’s patience. @@color:teal;''“Ok, fuck this, roll for initiative”''@@ he growls, hunting around for his dice. ''“No, wait!”'' you interject, as a possible alternative springs to mind. Not for Jain, but maybe for Ivan. You consider switching characters with him at the last minute, but are you willing to sacrifice yourself for Ivan's benefit? [[Switch|Outside Dungeon 3][$jain += 1;$roh -= 1]] [[Don't switch|Outside Dungeon 3]]<</if>>

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/tedbasement.jpg" width="535" height="387"></center> <<if $roh == 1>>Ted's steady gaze falls onto Ivan, a grin steadily creeping over his face. There’s a moment of awkward silence before Ted speaks, @@color:teal;''“Roh, do you climb into the carriage? Or are you rolling for initiative?”''@@. ''“Uhhh… I get in the carriage”'' you reply, really having no choice in the matter. @@color:teal;''“Ok, then you can’t see what’s happening up front, you have to wait in the other room until I call on you”''@@ he happily announces, dismissing you with a minor wave of his hand. This is actually a common practice in your gaming sessions, to prevent characters from gaining information they are not privy to. Actually, that’s the only thing that HAS been orthodox about this session. One thing is for sure, you’re glad to find an escape from what might be coming next. Heading for the door, a pang of guilt strikes you, having abandoned Ivan to some unknown fate. Lost in thought, and closing the door behind you, the cool air washes over your body. In your haste, you completely forgot about your clothing, leaving you stark naked in Ted’s basement. You open the side room door, revealing a small television, a dart board, and an unfolded sofa bed. There are no clothes to be found in the immediate vicinity, so your only port in the storm is that sofa bed. Drawing back the covers, you hurl yourself between the sheets, curling up in the fetal position. Initially, the sheets are even colder than the open air, prickling your skin all over and stiffening your nipples. You instinctively contract all the muscles in your body, rubbing your thighs together for warmth.<<if $plugroh == 1>> This clamps your anus tightly around the plug, making you feel full and restricted. You consider taking it out, but you know that Ted will force you to put it back in, and you don’t want to go through that again.<</if>> The feeling makes your cock swell up between your legs, begging for your immediate attention. It would be so wrong to gratify yourself in this position, and what if someone walked in and caught you? The sheets begin to soak in your body heat, quickly morphing into a toasty womb of comfort; encasing you, cradling you. Throwing caution to the wind, your hand begins to glide over the length of your shaft, and you’re unsurprised to find it dripping with pre. Engorged with blood, the head is rock solid, ripe to bursting like an over-inflated balloon. It’s so sensitive that you can barely graze it without tipping over the edge. A particularly jarring bolt of pleasure shoots through your body, causing you to buck. Your ass travels across the bed, coming to rest on what is clearly a wet spot on the mattress. The shock of this discovery immediately embarrasses you, and your disobedient cock decides to start firing off spurt after spurt of viscous seminal fluid.<<if $plugroh == 1>> You clamp down on your plug harder with each successive volley, chastised by the inability to control your own sphincter.<</if>> In the wake of your involuntary orgasm, you bask in the euphoria, somewhere between sleep and the waking world. You’re not sure how much time passes before you hear a sound that makes your heart jump into your throat. A loud footstep from above, someone has begun to descend the staircase. Jerking upright in the bed, you have no time to think, all you know is that you can’t be discovered naked. Making no attempt at stealth, you fly out of bed, traverse the thankfully still empty hallway, and barrel through the door. Ivan leaps off Ted’s lap like a cat out of water, and the sweaty GM begin to complain, @@color:teal;''“Hey! What the f-“''@@. ''“Shhhhh! She’s coming!”'' you hoarsely whisper, while scrambling to get your street clothes back on. Ivan and Ted are similarly affected by the revelation, stumbling over each other in a panic. Within seconds, you’re all fully dressed and poised in a casual manner, as if nothing suspicious is happening. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/kathy.jpg" width="832" height="450"></center> Bursting into the room, Ted’s mother cuts an imposing figure, both large and authoritative. Her conservative garb matches her immobile 50’s hairstyle. @@color:purple;''“THEODORE! WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT MAKING SO MUCH NOISE?!!!!”''@@ she screams. The irony is lost on you in the moment, and Ted is quick to respond, @@color:teal;''“MOOOOOM! We’re PLAAAAAYING!”''@@. She begins to wrinkle her nose, @@color:purple;''“What’s that smell down here!”''@@. She scans the room like an eagle, her eyes bulging out of her head when she notices the lube dispenser. Her hand closes around it so tightly that a blob of goo is forced out of the container, @@color:purple;''“What are you doing with THIS, THEODORE?!!”''@@. Fear grips you like a vise, and unfortunately Ted is at a complete loss for words as well. Two tedious seconds pass in complete silence before Ivan interjects, @@color:cyan;''“We’re using it to clean the hex map, ma’am”''@@. She gives Ivan a burning glare that causes him pause before explaining, @@color:cyan;''“Umm… See? It’s water based, so the chemicals in the-“''@@. @@color:purple;''“GET OUT!”''@@ she roars, causing Ivan to reel backward, nearly falling out of his chair in the process. She whirls around to turn her focus to you, @@color:purple;''“GO HOME! Both of you! Leave Theodore ALONE!”''@@. You react in a manner similar to Ivan, taken aback by her assertive demeanor. At this age, you didn’t think it was possible to get in trouble with someone else’s mom. Under the circumstances, you’re in no position to argue, and you want to escape this predicament anyways. Ivan is up and heading for the door quicker, but within seconds you’re both galloping up the staircase to the sound of muffled yelling from below. ''“Oh man, that was…”'' your mind can’t really find the correct descriptive word to encapsulate what just happened. @@color:cyan;''“…Yeah”''@@ Ivan quickly replies, understanding precisely how you feel, and not wanting to discuss it. ''“Uhh, do you need a ride home?”'' you ask, changing the subject. @@color:cyan;''“No thanks, Kev… Think I’ll walk a while…”''@@ he says, turning to make his way down the road, not awaiting your response. You watch him go for a few seconds before climbing into your car, homebound.<</if>>\ <<if $jain == 1>>Ted's steady gaze falls onto you, a grin steadily creeping over his face. There’s a moment of awkward silence before Ted speaks, @@color:teal;''“Roh, do you climb into the carriage? Or are you rolling for initiative?”''@@. @@color:cyan;''“Uhhh… I get in the carriage”''@@ Ivan replies, really having no choice in the matter. @@color:teal;''“Ok, then you can’t see what’s happening up front, you have to wait in the other room until I call on you”''@@ he happily announces, dismissing Ivan with a minor wave of his hand. This is actually a common practice in your gaming sessions, to prevent characters from gaining information they are not privy to. Actually, that’s the only thing that HAS been orthodox about this session. Ivan knows this as well, carefully tiptoeing out of the room and closing the door behind him. Rising to your feet, you tentatively approach Ted with slow, tiny steps. Both of your hands are dedicated to covering your genitals, hoping to maintain some level of modesty. He’s taking great pleasure in your discomfort, and it’s plain to see on his face. When you reach beyond the GM screen, you notice that Ted is wearing nothing but a pair of tighty-whities. Standing there naked, the next step becomes unclear, and all you can do is stare at his groin in concern. Ted slowly takes you by the wrist, spins you around backward, and gently tilts you into a position sitting across his lap. Your whole body goes stiff when your thighs come into contact with his, multiplying your discomfort exponentially. Your legs are rigidly extended on one side of his lap, and your <<if $plugjain == 1>>plugged <</if>>ass hangs over the other. With an arm wrapped around your back to hold you in place, one of Ted’s hands comes to rest on your upper thigh. ''“ugh”'' you groan in disgust, having a minor panic attack, jerking and wiggling in Ted’s embrace. In a hushed tone, Ted takes on Padan’s accent, @@color:teal;''“Shhhh… Relax Princess, I mean you no harm”''@@. The thought surprisingly does help you relax, knowing that it isn’t you, but Jain who was forced into this. Closing your eyes, you imagine that you are Jain the light, a desperate elf girl paying for her passage. Getting into the skin of your character serves as a coping mechanism to battle your insecurities. With a deep exhale, you allow yourself to go limp in his grasp. Ted’s hand begins to travel along your thigh, while his other traces down your exposed back. Absent your inhibitions, the feeling of being touched is exquisite. You allow yourself to focus on his hands, reveling in the sensation of being rubbed affectionately. When his hand reaches your lower back, the stimulation forces you to arch suggestively, ''“ahhh”''. @@color:teal;''“Good girl”''@@ he whispers, exhaling a hungry breath of his own. Ted’s hands become more aggressive, groping and kneading at your flesh. You feel different now, exploited, like a piece of meat that only exists for his amusement. Trembling, you indulge him, submitting further to allow him free reign over your body. Through the hurricane of stimuli, you begin to feel a large lump forming under your thighs, Ted’s swelling cock. The thought of it scares you, knowing that his erection is because of you. He doesn’t just want to look at you, or touch you – He wants to penetrate you, to fuck you. Ted’s hand comes down hard against your ass, clutching it up in his hand. ''“UUUH!”'' you moan, bouncing in his lap from the impact. <<if $plugjain == 1>>The vibration causes you to grip the unrelenting plug, which further emphasizes how helpless you feel right now. Grabbing it by the base, Ted begins to roll the plug around in your ass while pulling you tightly against his body. You begin to wind and twist at the sensation, until finally laying your head on Ted’s chest in defeat. Emboldened by your surrender, Ted begins to pump the plug in and out of your ass with zeal. Yelping and squealing, you can feel the full outline of his hard cock below you, and can’t help but imagine it pushing into your butt. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/plugpull.gif" width="600" height="450"></center> Ted grabs one of your legs and spins you on his lap, facing away from him. During the motion, Ted’s undies twist, allowing his cock to pop free through the dick-hole. It’s more impressive that you thought, both in length and girth, peeking up at you from between your thighs. Your plug is couched on Ted’s pelvis, and it feels like he’s deep inside you when he begins to thrust against your ass. His stiff dick penetrates your thighs, rubbing along the underside of your cock, which you just realized is at full mast. It feels so incredible that you get lost in the pleasure, gripping the edge of the table and pushing back against Ted. He senses your enthusiasm and reasserts his control by grabbing your chest and slamming against you with force. ''“OOOOHHHH!”'' you wail, quivering as Ted slams the plug deeper into your ass with every thrust. @@color:teal;''“You like that you slutty little strumpet?”''@@ he teases, increasing the pace of his thrusts to squeeze all manner of girlish chirps from your mouth. Just as he’s about to reach climax, the door crashes open and you fall off Ted’s lap in surprise.<</if>>\ <<if $plugjain == 0>>His fingers start to probe at your hole, but you manage to clench it tightly enough to discourage him. Ted is content to rub and press at your reluctant anus, which makes you feel vulnerable and submissive. You begin to wind and twist at the sensation, finally laying your head on Ted’s chest in defeat. Emboldened by your surrender, Ted begins to roughly knead and pinch your ass with zeal. Yelping and squealing, you can feel the full outline of his hard cock below you, and can’t help but imagine it pushing into your butt. Ted grabs your legs and effortlessly lifts you into the air, positioning you back onto his lap facing away from him. You immediately feel his turgid lump of a member pressing against your ass through his undies. Grabbing both your cheeks, Ted spreads you open and nestles his cock right into the crack of your ass. Shifting his hands up to your waist, he begins to grind his clothed cock right up against your naked hole. Embracing the feeling, you really start to enjoy it, knowing this is what it’s like to get fucked. Ted is quick to shatter the illusion, suddenly thrusting against you. ''“UHH!”'' you cry out at the impact, whining steadily as Ted rocks your body with rhythmic thrusts. His pelvis claps against your backside with some force, the bulk of it concentrated right against your asshole. There is a sense of satisfaction in having him use you in this way, in being the one who takes it. It feels so incredible that you get lost in the pleasure, gripping the edge of the table and pushing back against Ted. He senses your enthusiasm and reasserts his control by grabbing your chest and slamming against you viciously. ''“OOOOHHHH!”'' you wail, quivering as Ted dominates you from behind. @@color:teal;''“You like that you slutty little strumpet?”''@@ he teases, increasing the pace of his thrusts to squeeze all manner of girlish chirps from your mouth. Just as he’s about to reach climax, the door crashes open and you fall off Ted’s lap in surprise.<</if>> Ivan bursts into the room completely naked, Ted reacts, @@color:teal;''“Hey! What the f-“''@@. @@color:cyan;''“Shhhhh! She’s coming!”''@@ He hoarsely whispers, scrambling to get his street clothes back on. You and Ted are similarly affected by the revelation, stumbling over each other in a panic. Within seconds, you’re all fully dressed and poised in a casual manner, as if nothing suspicious is happening. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/kathy.jpg" width="832" height="450"></center> Barging into the room, Ted’s mother cuts an imposing figure, both large and authoritative. Her conservative garb matching her immobile 50’s hairstyle. @@color:purple;''“THEODORE! WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT MAKING SO MUCH NOISE?!!!!”''@@ she screams. The irony is lost on you in the moment, and Ted is quick to respond, @@color:teal;''“MOOOOOM! We’re PLAAAAAYING!”''@@. She begins to wrinkle her nose, @@color:purple;''“What’s that smell down here!”''@@. She scans the room like an eagle, her eyes bulging out of her head when she notices the lube dispenser. Her hand closes around it so tightly that a blob of goo is forced out of the container, @@color:purple;''“What are you doing with THIS, THEODORE?!!”''@@. Fear grips you like a vise, and unfortunately Ted is at a complete loss for words as well. Two tedious seconds pass in complete silence before Ivan interjects, @@color:cyan;''“We’re using it to clean the hex map, ma’am”''@@. She gives Ivan a burning glare that causes him pause before explaining, @@color:cyan;''“Umm… See? It’s water based, so the chemicals in the-“''@@. @@color:purple;''“GET OUT!”''@@ she roars, causing Ivan to reel backward, nearly falling out of his chair in the process. She whirls around to turn her focus to you, @@color:purple;''“GO HOME! Both of you! Leave Theodore ALONE!”''@@. You react in a manner similar to Ivan, taken aback by her assertive demeanor. At this age, you didn’t think it was possible to get in trouble with someone else’s mom. Under the circumstances, you’re in no position to argue, and you want to escape this predicament anyways. Ivan is up and heading for the door quicker, but within seconds you’re both galloping up the staircase to the sound of muffled yelling from below. ''“Oh man, that was…”'' your mind can’t really find the correct descriptive word to encapsulate what just happened. @@color:cyan;''“…Yeah”''@@ Ivan quickly replies, understanding precisely how you feel, and not wanting to discuss it. ''“Uhh, do you need a ride home?”'' you ask, changing the subject. @@color:cyan;''“No thanks, Kev… Think I’ll walk a while…”''@@ he says, turning to make his way down the road, not awaiting your response. You watch him go for a few seconds before climbing into your car, homebound.<</if>> [[Next|Saturday Night]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/stairwell.jpg" width="640" height="425"></center> Taking Kate by the hand, you expertly navigate through the crowd of students in the tightly packed atrium. You break out of the pack and reach a seldom used staircase at the edge of the building. Although there are still random students passing by, this spot is far less trafficked than standing at Kate’s locker. Drawing her toward the alcove beneath the stairs, you eagerly press your lips tightly against hers. She reciprocates in kind, grabbing your shirt with both hands and holding you tightly. The taste of her strawberry lip balm and the sweet scent of her perfume conspire to drive you absolutely wild. Hungrily, you feast on her lips and tongue, probing deeply into her receptive mouth. @@color:pink;''“HMMppp!”''@@ she squeaks suddenly, alerting you to the presence of a passing student. Paying no mind, your hand travels under her blouse, contacting the smooth, supple skin of her trim midsection. If reluctant, Kate makes no move to stop you, instead cooing softly into your ear. Emboldened, you grab her with both hands, your fingers nearly touching as they encircle her waist. With a grunt, you pull her in, thrusting your pelvis against hers to show her how big you are, how hard you are. You can feel her body growing weak as she transfers more and more of her weight to you, giving herself over to your sexual hunger. Your impassioned fury takes over, letting your hands wander all over her shapely, nubile body. Scrubbing at her pliant thighs, you reach back to the crack of her butt and dig your fingers into her plush ass. Your pinky finger mushes into the damp fabric of her panties, pushing slightly into her burning loins. The temptation is irresistible, spurring you to grab the front of Kate’s panties and sharply yank them down. @@color:pink;''“UUHH!”''@@ her gasp is accented by the tearing sound of her rended undergarment, now hanging loosely below her exposed sex. Kate pushes against your chest with a frightened look on her face, trying to extend her arms while the fragrant scent of her wet pussy fills the alcove. Her expression changes to one of panic when you bear down on her, easily bulldozing her weak arms with your broad chest. There’s a last sense of resistance in Kate just before two of your fingers begin to penetrate her body. Her slick folds only serve to facilitate your invasion, eagerly accepting your aggressive digits. Kate’s breathing becomes erratic as she nervously scans the alcove for any unwanted observers. Her concern seems to wane further and further as you delve deeper and deeper into the recesses of her love canal. Her arms finally go limp, along with her legs, and you have to press her into the wall to maintain a standing position. Spurred by her surrender, you pry open her thighs with your knee, hunkering down to get a better angle. Without warning, you add a third finger and abruptly take her as deep as possible. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katefingering.gif" width="500" height="248"></center><</if>> @@color:pink;''“AAAAAAHHH!!”''@@ she moans out loud, either unconcerned with her surroundings, or completely absent them. You roughly pump your fingers in and out of her spongy pussy at an incredible rate, filling the alcove with lewd sounds and smells. Kate bucks and shudders against your hand, weakly laying her head on your shoulder as she emits a dull, high-pitched whine. A torrent of fluid gushes out of her pussy, audibly dripping onto the ground and forming into a small puddle at your feet. Her fatigued body is slumped against yours, and you can’t help but to free your engorged cock. @@color:pink;''“No!”''@@ she cries, suddenly coming to life in your arms. The rejection irks you, like some kind of betrayal, so you begin to press the head of your cock against her hot, wet opening. @@color:pink;''“Nooooo!”''@@ she whines, @@color:pink;''“K! Please, not here!”''@@. There’s real urgency in her tone, and she seems completely unwavering on this point. Just as you’re fighting the urge to hilt your cock deeply inside her, the bell rings loudly, signaling that classes are about to begin. Kate takes the opportunity to squeeze out of your embrace, quickly rearranging her disheveled clothing. She completely removes her torn panties, @@color:pink;''“You owe me a new pair of undies”''@@ she frowns, mopping up an errant stream of cum running down her bare leg. You grin broadly at the sight, ''“Anything for my girl”''. Her face brightens at your declaration, stepping back toward you with a smile – but suddenly, her footing is gone, slipping on her own puddle. @@color:pink;''“WHAAA!”''@@ she shrieks, falling right into your waiting arms. ''“Damn, you made a mess, you dirty girl”'' you chuckle, flashing an evil smile. She slaps you hard on the chest, @@color:pink;''“You’re so BAD!”''@@ she giggles, reaching up to give you a sweet peck on the lips. Without another word, she sashays off, swinging her hips in bowlegged content. Exhaling loudly at your lack of release, you stuff your hard cock back into your pants, casually walking into the hallway before raising your zipper and heading for class. <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <</if>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<print "Dominance +5">> [[Next|Week 2 Morning Transition]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/boyswr.jpg" width="630" height="354"></center> Taking Kate by the hand, you expertly navigate through the crowd of students in the tightly packed atrium. You break out of the pack and reach a seldom used bathroom at the edge of the building. Peeking your head inside, you're delighted to find that the room is completely empty. Smiling, you lead Kate inside and head for the stall furthest the door. Just as you reach the stall, the bathroom door opens loudly. Kate’s eyes fly open, and with a mere split second to react, you stuff her into the stall and turn to face the intruders. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/fullforce.jpg" width="624" height="469"></center> Three familiar guys wearing starter jackets and timberland boots burst into the room in mid conversation. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“If the glove doesn’t fit, you must acquit!”''@@ argues the smallest member of the trio, Peewee’s distinctive nasal voice immediately annoys you. The largest one, Zilla, is always short on words (and thoughts), evident by his silent nodding along in agreement. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Man, you STUPID!”''@@ announces Stab, the obvious leader of the group, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“OJ nearly chopped that bitch head clean off, and her man too!”''@@. Stepping in closer and tapping on his temple, peewee responds. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“That’s what they want you to think, Mah-Bruh-thuh”''@@ he emphasizes the point by waggling his head side to side. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“It’s the white PO-lice, tryin’ frame a nigga”''@@, he offers up knuckles to Zilla, who smiles broadly in agreement, and finally speaks in a very deep voice, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Yeah!”''@@. Stab is quickly losing his patience, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“OJ’s bitch dogs him out, then she turns up dead, and homeboy too! So what the FUCK are YOU smokin’?”''@@. Zilla tilts his head in realization, now nodding in agreement and sharing knucks with Stab, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Yeah!”''@@. Peewee is about to throw a fit, clutching at the sides of his head, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“You motha-! How you gonna-! That lying punk-ass bitch Kato Kaelin said-“''@@. You’ve been mesmerized watching this odd exchange, but there’s no way you’re going to sit here and listen to a discussion about Kato Kaelin while Kate is holed up in the bathroom stall. ''“Ay yo! Fuck Kato!”'' you announce reflexively, ''“I’m gonna need yall to get the fuck up outa here, man”''. They all freeze on the spot, whipping their heads around to regard you so sharply that you can almost hear a record scratch in the background. ''“Nah, for real though, I have some business to take care of, you feel me?”''. Stab seems interested, stepping closer to you flanked by his odd companions on either side, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Yeah? What kinda business?”''@@. Doing your best Pacino impression, you give him the standard response ''“//Never ask me about my business//”''. They don’t look impressed, in fact, they look downright agitated. Thinking quickly about your next course of action, you decide to- <<if $body == 4>>[[Handle them physically|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : Kate : Bathroom : Handle them physically]] <</if>>\ <<if $weed > 2>>[[Offer them a bribe|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : Kate : Bathroom : Offer them a bribe]] <</if>>\ [[Just drop the issue|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : Kate : Bathroom : Just drop the issue]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/boyswr.jpg" width="630" height="354"></center> Frowning at Stab, you lower your voice to speak succinctly, ''“Look in my eyes, dog…”''. He still seems unimpressed, cocking his head to one side, as if trying to see you from a different perspective. ''“Tell me I won’t fuck you up”'' you say, gently nodding your head to emphasize the point. Freezing on the spot, you can tell Stab really is sizing you up now. He slowly eyes his companions with a sense of intrigue before turning back to you, thumbing his chin thoughtfully. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“BAHAHAHAAAAAAA”''@@, Stab busts out laughing, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Yoooooo! This mothafucka crazy!”''@@. Zilla’s belly begins to shake with a deep rumbling chuckle, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“He-He-He-He”''@@. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“heeeeeheeeeehEEEEEEE”''@@ Peewee’s high pitched laugh immediately grates on your nerves, causing you to clench your jaw tightly. Unflinching, you hold your ground, staring down the amused trio. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Check this out, you can handle your //business//...”''@@ Stab emphasizes the last word, turning to his buddies to make a jerking motion with his hand, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Once I’m done handling mine, hehe”''@@. With that, he starts to unzip is jeans right in front of you before brazenly turning to face the adjacent urinal. They all laugh, turning to join him, completely dismissing any threat you might pose. The sheer disrespect of it! You can’t help but ball your hands into fists thinking about how they just pulled their dicks out in front of you. Their streams of piss splash into the urinal, producing a sound that affects you like nails on a chalkboard. When the acrid scent wafts to your nostrils, a switch flips in your brain, and you go off. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“YO!”''@@ Stab shouts in a mix of anger and surprise when you grab him by the collar from behind. Yanking his collar backward, you push his pelvis forward, putting him into an off balanced arch position. Just as his two lackeys realize what’s happening, you twist Stab around to face them, blasting the pair with a coursing stream of yellow fluid. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“SHIIIII”''@@ – @@color:lightsteelblue;''“FUUUU”''@@ – @@color:lightsteelblue;''“NOOO”''@@ they cry out in unison, instinctively moving away from the barrage and accidentally pissing on each other, and all over the floor. You aim Stab directly at them, repeatedly shoving against his lower back to break up the stream, causing a devastating shotgun effect. Using him as your shield, you press them backward to the only point of escape, the door. Sure enough, the boys quickly opt to flee the horrific conditions, scrambling to cut off their piss and hide their junk before reaching the outside. The first one out is Peewee, probably because he the fastest and //smallest//. Zilla lumbers through the door still half-exposed, and you propel Stab out right after him with a swift boot to his ass. Quickly shutting the door and locking it, you can hear them kicking and pounding from the other side. You wonder how long they’ll hover around the door, drenched in piss and attracting all kinds of attention. They scream over each other in a bout of curses and threats, and for some reason, you just can’t stop smiling. Stepping around several small, yellow puddles, you make your way to the farthest stall to rejoin with Kate. [[Next|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : Kate : Bathroom : Sex]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/boyswr.jpg" width="630" height="354"></center> Kate looks at you questioningly, ''“Don’t worry about those clowns, babe. I took care of it”''. A smile quickly spreads over her face, and she closes in on you, gently placing her hands on your chest. @@color:pink;''“Mmmmm”''@@ she coos, deliciously, @@color:pink;''“I like how you handle things, K. You’re so… You’re such a… A MAN!”''@@. Her hands trace your body as she melts against you, causing your cock to harden rapidly. @@color:pink;''“I have a little secret to tell you”''@@ she innocently suggests, standing up on her toes to whisper in your ear, @@color:pink;''“I wanna suck your fucking dick”''@@. Her words instantly send a tingle through your body, heating your face and vibrating your cock like a tuning fork. In less than a second, you’re eagerly pawing at her body and wrestling with her tongue. Knowing that time is short, you sit Kate down on the toilet and begin to fumble with your belt. She’s transfixed on your crotch, licking her lips with a hand up her own skirt. <<if $body == 4>>\ <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katebigdickreaction.gif" width="500" height="257"></center><</if>> Her eyes fly open as your thick piece of meat flops out, swaying back and forth, mesmerizing her like a cobra. When her small hand closes around your turgid shaft, you tense up, forcing more blood into the head of your cock. Her soft lips place a loving kiss right on the tip, before backing away with an arched strand of precum trailing from her mouth. Tilting her head sideways, she looks up at you, half-hidden behind your girthy member, dragging her wet lips upward along your vascular shaft. ''“Fuuuuck…”'' you breathe out, knees shaking, and thoroughly enjoying Kate’s careful attention. Your fingers dig into her thick, lush locks, taking support of her head. She looks up at you lovingly in response, taking the instruction to spread her lips over the head of your swollen cock. The pleasure of penetrating her mouth is impossible to resist, and your hand begins to close tightly within her hair. Kate’s eyes are reduced to slits, and you can feel her neck and jaw go slack in your grip, totally submitting her mouth to you. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katebigdicksuck.gif" width="500" height="280"></center><</if>> Holding her still, you begin to rock your hips against Kate’s willing hole, stuffing her mouth full of firm, aching flesh. With every thrust, you become increasingly aggressive, knocking your fat head up against the entrance to her throat. Kate gurgles submissively as you continue trying to breach open her constricted orifice. Controlling her head, you angle your hips into a downward position, poised to ram her right down to the root. Just then, you distinctly hear the school bell sounding in the background. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <body><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katebigdickswallow.gif" width="371" height="434" style="float:left;"/>''“FUCK!”'' you curse, looking down into Kate’s pleading eyes. She tries to jerk her head back, pushing and drumming on your thighs. You’re so close, you refuse to stop now, ''“Stick your tongue out”'' you instruct. She hesitates for a second before shutting her eyes tightly and obediently complying with your orders. The bell continues to ring, as the head of your cock pushes into Kate’s relaxed throat, tightly squeezing through her oral sphincter. @@color:pink;''“GAK-!”''@@ she retches, as you pull back just far enough for her to take a breath. Your throbbing cock is right on the edge of bursting, as you roughly fuck the soft tissue of Kate’s mouth, tongue and throat. Grabbing her head with both hands, you drive into her with one last, triumphant thrust - ''“AAAAAAAHHH!”'' Her eyes bulge out, looking vacant, as you pump what must be an enormous amount of cum directly down her throat. You can feel your balls tighten up, climbing higher on her chin as you deposit the last of your load into her sloppy mouth.</body>\ <</if>>\ Your softening cock falls out of Kate’s mouth, nearly completely clean. With an appreciative caress of her hair, you comfort her, ''“You’re the best, babe. I'll be thinking about you”''. She looks up at you, and she seems almost drunk, but she’s quickly smiling and licking her lips, @@color:pink;''“…you’re so bad…”''@@. Leaving Kate behind in the stall, you confidently stroll out of the bathroom, ready to take on the day. <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <</if>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<print "Dominance +5">> [[Next|Week 2 Morning Transition]]<</if>>\ <<if $body == 2>>\ Her eyes fly open as your undersized piece of meat flops out, bouncing around briefly in a very unflattering manner. She smiles, leaning in to breathe heavily onto your shaft, forcing even more blood into the head of your little dick. Her soft lips place a loving kiss right on the tip, before looking into your eyes, @@color:pink;''“It’s so biiiig”''@@, she whispers. <<if $pics == 1>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katesmalldickkiss.gif" width="366" height="248"></center><</if>> ''“Oh god…”'' you breathe out, knees shaking, and thoroughly enjoying Kate’s careful attention. Your hands gravitate towards her thick, lush locks, but she grabs your wrists, continuing to tease your cock, hands free. She looks up at you lovingly, taking long, slow licks of your short, stumpy pecker. The pleasure causes your hips to buck and twitch, eager for her to finally engulf your cock. Kate recognizes the need in your eyes, opening her mouth wide to envelop your tiny dick in one big gulp. The problem is, her mouth is open too wide, and she never fully closes her lips around you. Instead, her lips and tongue torturously graze and probe your incredibly sensitive dicklet. <<if $pics == 1>>\<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katesmalldicklick.gif" width="398" height="270"></center><</if>> ''“Kate….”'' You plead, urgently. She pays no mind, continuing to tease you mercilessly, and you think she’s even giggling a little bit. The stimulation increases as Kate becomes more aggressive, working her tongue in a rough and tumble manner. You’ve never felt anything like this; she’s knocking your vulnerable little prick around in her mouth like a pinball machine. The sensation has you gasping for breath, and it won’t be long before you’re involuntarily shooting off into her mouth, ''“Kate... Please!”'' you shamelessly beg. <<if $pics == 1>>\<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katesmalldicksuck.gif" width="440" height="327"></center><</if>> She pauses for a moment, smiling up at you wickedly before swallowing your dick all the way down to the root. It’s alarming when her lips firmly contract over the base of your cock, much too tightly for your liking. She sucks really hard, all the way up to the tip of your dick before popping off with a loud, lip smacking sound. ''“Oh fuck!”'' you moan, nearly tipping over the edge from the first stroke. Kate rapidly repeats the motion, sucking even harder, almost painfully now, as if she were siphoning gasoline from a car. Within seconds, you’re shuddering and spurting uncontrollably, as Kate forcibly sucks the semen right out of your balls. The overstimulation convulses your body as she continues to roughly suck you right through your orgasm. It’s a dizzying experience, and you’re left clutching the wall on shaky legs as the school bell rings loudly in the distance. Kate promptly stands up, wiping off her lips, @@color:pink;''“Mmmm, you’re such a stud, K!”''@@. ''“Yeah…”'' you huff, still trying to catch your breath, ''“Thanks, you’re best, babe”''. She smiles, walking out of the stall without another word. There’s something about the way she treats you, something that really boosts your confidence. You can’t get her out of your mind as you head for your first class of the day. <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <</if>>\ [[Next|Week 2 Morning Transition]]<</if>>\

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/boyswr.jpg" width="630" height="354"></center> Looking back at the stall, you reach into your pocket and pull out a dime bag of weed. You can see Stab’s eyes immediately light up, a wry smile slowly spreading across his face. ''“Business, you know what I’m saying?”'' you smile, dangling the baggie right in front of him. When he reaches for it, you pull it back, ''“Ah-ah… As long we have a deal”''. His eyes narrow at your baiting, but you continue regardless, ''“If I need some time in here, you clear out, no questions asked”'' Stab considers your offer, looking back at his friends when an idea pops into his head, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“No doubt, that covers me, but what about my boys here?”''@@. You frown, not expecting things to play out this way. His two friends smile, closing in to make sure you honor the deal. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/weedbags.png" width="614" height="408"></center> Grudgingly, you reach deeper into your pocket, pulling out two more bags. Before you have time to consider it, Stab snatches the weed from your hand, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Yea! That’s what I’m talkin about. You got a deal homie, Ha-Ha!”''@@. They start to whoop about the big morning score they made, but at least they vacate the room, leaving you alone with Kate. You can’t help but stand there, stunned, at how much it cost you to buy this time – better make it count. <<set $weed -= 3>>\ <<print "Weed -3">> [[Next|Week 2 Monday : School Morning : Kate : Bathroom : Sex]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/boyswr.jpg" width="630" height="354"></center> You sigh heavily, ''"Alright, don't worry about it, man. Forget I said anything..."''. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I’m not worried about shit, son”''@@ Stab responds, still fixed on the spot and trying to stare you down. It’s not worth it, ''“Cool”'', you reply, turning to walk toward the stall dejectedly. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Yeah, it IS cool!”''@@ he says while your back is turned, becoming more brazen the further away you get. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“You better watch your mouth too, don’t get fucked up!”''@@ Peewee takes the opportunity to pile on, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Yeaaa, we’ll break ya legs and kick ya fuckin AAAaaass!”''@@ laughing like a hyena the whole while. Thankfully they make no move to back up their threats and you silently join Kate in the bathroom stall. She’s wedged into one of the corners trying to be as quiet as possible, but she has a look of disappointment on her face. You push yourself against her, embracing her in your arms, but her half-heartened response leaves much to be desired. Running a hand through her hair, you place a stealthy kiss on her rosy cheek. Kate seems to be calming down at your sensual petting, softly bringing her lips to contact yours. Just as your hand begins to travel up her shirt, you detect the sound of heavy footsteps, and they’re closing in very fast. You break away from Kate to ensure that the stall door is locked, and confirm that you weren’t careless for once. Instead, you hear the door of the stall next to your clang open loudly, immediately followed by something that sounds like a boulder landing on porcelain. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“UUUUAAAAAAHHHHH”''@@, that deep rumbling voice could only belong to Zilla. You and Kate stare at each other in shock at what is about to happen, then you hear it. The sound of chunky filth splashing into the toilet right beside you, accompanied by a chorus of squeaky, comical farts produced by Zilla’s enormous, muscular backside. Kate covers her face with her hands, horrified by the sound, and desperate to find some escape from this place. Your own face scrunches up in disgust, embarrassed that Kate is being forced to endure this in your charge. Just when you think you can’t handle the sound anymore, the rancid smell finally reaches your nostrils. Kate’s eyes bulge open, looking like she’s on the verge of puking. You’re not much better off either, lifting the collar of your shirt up to cover the bottom half of your face. It just doesn’t work, so you try and hold your breath. You consider breathing through your mouth, but then you might actually taste it! The smell spreads deeper into the room, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Aww shit! What the fuck did you eat!?”''@@ cries Stab. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“UNNGHHH”''@@ Zilla groans, as a particularly dense hunk of matter bellyflops into the pool of sewage in the adjacent toilet, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I heard sumo wrestlers eat hardboiled eggs to get bigger”''@@. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“FUCK! You nasty mothafucka!”''@@ Stab shouts back in disgust. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“AAAAHHHH”''@@ moans Zilla, emitting a long, slow, high-pitched squeaker, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Sorry, boss”''@@. Stab is quick to reprimand him, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Goddamn! You better get yo sour-ass stomach right before coming through with that shit! Matter-fact, fuck this, WE OUT, man!”''@@, echoed by Peewee, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Yeah, keep yo stank-ass bootyhole the fuck away from me, dog! You nasty, grimy, filthy…”''@@. His words trail off into the distance when you hear the bathroom door suddenly opening. You can barely stand it, and Kate is nearly turning blue from holding her breath. Peeking out into the empty room, you know this is the perfect moment to act. Throwing open the door, you wave Kate through like a navy seal breaching a building. She reacts just the same, moving quicker than you’ve ever seen, blowing through the outer door with no regard for who might see her coming from the boy’s washroom. You’re right behind her, and you share a collective gasp, breathing in pure air, almost as if it’s the first time. Kate levies a disappointed frown at you, and although no words are exchanged, you’re well aware of how upset she is. During your recovery period, the bell sounds loudly through the hallways. You open your mouth to apologize, but Kate is already spinning on her heel and stomping away. If she complained, if she said something horrible, it would have been better than this silent coldness. It’s a terrible feeling, but it soon fades as you concentrate on reaching your own class for the morning. [[Next|Week 2 Morning Transition]]

Bonnie leads you into the quaint home, nuzzling up against you and looking deeply into your eyes. Her appearance reminds you of the moment you first met, drawing you in with her unbelievably cute demeanor. You’re still wary because of what happened last week, and that insanity is still coiled up inside her somewhere. She smiles even wider, giggling softy, as if she can read your mind, @@color:orange;''“Let’s go get changed, K”''@@. Once again, she takes the initiative to guide you, and you allow it. Stepping into the familiar room, you scan the area for signs of your designated sweatpants and undershirt uniform. Oddly, there are no clothes for you to change into, so you turn to look at Bonnie in confusion. She’s right in the middle of lifting her shirt up and over her head. The hem of her garment briefly catches on the bottom of her bra, causing her breasts to bounce and jiggle when it finally snaps loose. Bonnie’s laugh breaks you out of a momentary paralysis, realizing that you’ve been silently staring at her boobs for a few seconds, @@color:orange;''“Come on, take ‘em off”''@@ she insists, motioning towards you with the back of her hand. The sight of her pink gingham bra immediately stiffens your cock, and the prospect of getting your hands on her overrides any other concerns. Smiling broadly, you whip your shirt off in a quick fluid motion, just in time to watch her hips gyrate in an effort to wiggle out of her jeans. By the time you’re done wrestling with your belt and dropping your pants, she standing before you in a matching pair of pink gingham panties. <center> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/pinkpanties.jpg" width="220" height="220"> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/pinkbra.jpg" width="220" height="220"> </center> The lacy fabric wraps around her curves, taking her shape and supporting her bosom in a way that makes the blood rush through your veins. Drawn to her, you step forward, reaching a hand out to her inviting breast. @@color:orange;''“Uh-Uh!”''@@ she reprimands you, slapping your hand sharply, @@color:orange;''“Keep going, K”''@@. Nimbly reaching behind her back, she tugs on a string that releases her beautiful tits from their prison. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonnietakeoffbra.gif" width="468" height="432"></center> They wobble seductively for a moment before standing proud off her chest in a way that seems to defy gravity. Her nipples are large and crinkled, looking ripe and firm. When she takes hold of her panties, she swivels around, pointing her ass toward you as she slowly bends at the waist. You watch excitedly as the fabric gently reveals her gorgeous, heart-shaped ass. When she fully bends down to remove the panties, her fuzzy pussy is visible from behind. This makes your cock ache in a very primal way, and you have the urge to mount her right there. Playfully popping back up, Bonnie traces a delicate hand down the front of your chest, descending just below your navel. Her firm tits finally press against you lovingly, her plush lips open up, hovering right below yours. Just as you lean in to kiss her, she pulls back, giving you nothing but a sleepy smile and the waft of her sweet breath. Bristling with anticipation, you desperately press your throbbing cock against her stomach. Bonnie’s moist lips part once more, her eyes rolling into her head as she passionately leans in to kiss you, @@color:orange;''“uunnh”''@@, she whines. Succumbing to her, eagerly obliging her need to be kissed, you go for it – but she pulls away again! You start to become anxious and frustrated, breathing erratically and pawing at Bonnie’s sides. It’s clear that she is amused by all this, the power she has over you in this moment, and that you both know it. Looking into your pleading eyes, Bonnie decides that she has tortured you enough, dragging her body against yours as she lowers herself to her knees. When your cock slides up between her breasts, she squeezes them together so firmly that you almost explode right there. A shiver runs up your spine when she slowly begins to lower your boxers. Your small dick pops free, standing at full attention with a comical wobble. Bonnie’s cheek nuzzles against your sensitive shaft as she lowers your boxers around your ankles. You gratefully place a hand on her head, stroking her hair in appreciation. @@color:orange;''“Lift your leg”''@@, it’s an order more than a request, and you quickly comply. With one leg in the air, you shake violently when Bonnie takes a long lick of your tiny, hairless balls. @@color:orange;''“Now the other one”''@@ she continues, now gently suckling your delicate sack. @@color:orange;''“mmmmmmm”''@@ she coos, slowly gliding back up your body, licking all the way up your shaft, and briefly taking the head in her mouth. Suddenly, she jerks upright, quickly trying to kiss you, but something feels off. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/wearingbonniespanties.jpg" width="450" height="450"></center> Making some space with your forearm, you notice that Bonnie has covertly dressed you in her panties. She must have done it while you lifted your legs, distracted by the stimulation to your moistened balls. ''“What the fuck?!”'' you cry, incredibly confused by the situation. @@color:orange;''“Shhhh”''@@ she smiles, @@color:orange;''“Just trust me, K. It’ll be worth it, I PROMISE”''@@. You don’t trust her in the slightest, but the way she said it… She really believes that, and somehow, you believe her too. Quickly scanning the room, you can confirm that all the windows have shades on them, but you’re worried about the possibility of hidden cameras. Looking back, you notice Bonnie stepping into your boxer shorts, yanking them on roughly and grabbing her groin as a man would. She doesn’t look cute now, she looks intimidating, and you feel vulnerable in your pretty pink panties. Stepping into you, her hands caress your cheeks, drifting up to sensually run her fingers through your thick, shoulder length hair. It feels exquisite as she massages your tingling scalp, finally gathering your hair up into a ponytail. When she begins to pull your head downward, you realize what she has planned. [[Next|Week 2 Monday : 2nd period :Bonnies house 2]]

Your knees come down gently onto the plush carpet, reclining your back against the bed behind you. Staring directly at her groin, you’re hypnotized by the heat and aroma coming off her barely covered mound. When she gently tugs your hair back, you have to look up at her, right into her piercing eyes. Her tone is very guttural and masculine, @@color:orange;''“Wanna suck it?”''@@. Before you can find the courage to muster up a response, she grinds her crotch against your face. The moisture smears across your nose and upper lip, infusing every subsequent breath with a hint of her essence. Pulling open the front flap of the boxers, she lewdly displays her soaked, puffy labia, @@color:orange;''“SUCK IT”''@@, she commands. <body> <<if $pics == 1>>\<img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/openboxers.gif" height= "474" width="307" style="float:left;"/>\<</if>> </body> Poised right in front of your face, and with a firm grip on your hair, Bonnie seems to be waiting for you to comply. For a while now, your mouth has been watering at the prospect, and this is your chance. Nodding your head forward, your lips cup her clitoris for an instant before she easily pulls your head away. You try again, and she continues to tease you, until your head is bobbing back and forth against her swollen pussy lips. @@color:orange;''“Thaaaaat’s it”''@@ she breaths out in satisfaction, beginning to thrust her hips and pull your head forward. The motion is chaotic, and you’re unable to match her pace, resulting in awkward, mistimed thrusts and painful jerks of your hair. ''“Mmmph!”'' you complain, muffled by her domineering vagina. This frustrates Bonnie as well, pulling your head away violently and painfully slapping you across the face, @@color:orange;''“Open your fucking mouth!”''@@. The blow stuns you momentarily, tingling against your cheek and ringing your ears. The next blow is even sharper, causing tears to well up in your eyes, but it also makes you more alert, @@color:orange;''“OPEN!”''@@. You stare into her eyes, submissively opening your mouth for her. Wasting no time, she readjusts her position, properly mounting your face to thrust downward into your mouth. One of her feet posts between your legs so fast that her toe nearly pushes into your ass. The front of her shin squashes your little package with every thrust. When her pussy crashes into your face, you become starkly aware of your predicament. You’re kneeling on her carpet in a pair of girly, pink panties while Bonnie forcefully fucks your mouth. The thought makes you feel weak, and instead of merely obeying, you completely surrender, letting your neck go slack and completely under her control. <<if $pics == 1>>\<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniefacefuckstanding.gif" width="400" height="212"></center><</if>> @@color:orange;''“Yeahhhhh bitch”''@@ she grunts, roughly pounding her wet twat against your defenseless mouth. The perfectly timed, brutal thrusts make a clapping sound, pummeling you into a daze. A delirium takes you, numbing your upper body, forcing you to focus on the stimulation of your genitals. Her leg rhythmically works against the underside of your cock, splitting your balls to either side. Within seconds, you’re teetering right on the brink of orgasm. @@color:orange;''“Suck it! Suck my DICK!”''@@ she growls. ''“MMMPPHH!”'' you wail into her pussy, squirming as you helplessly shoot volley after volley of hot semen directly into Bonnie’s pink panties. @@color:orange;''“AAAARGGHH!”''@@ she triumphantly roars, holding your face tightly against the embrace of her spasming cunt. Her juices gush out like a waterfall of ecstasy, splashing into your mouth and up your nose, filling your sinuses with fluid. You bask in her essence for a few seconds before she finally releases you, @@color:orange;''“Wow! You’re a natural! In time, you’re gonna learn to give great head”''@@. It’s difficult to answer her in your euphoric state; instead, you lay your head against her thigh and hug your body around her shapely leg. One of her hands gently strokes your hair, @@color:orange;''“You’ve been such a good boy today”''@@. With one hand coming up under your chin, she directs you to rise, as she continues @@color:orange;''“I think it’s time for your reward!”''@@. It takes some doing, but you’re able to slowly prop yourself up on shaky legs. [[Next|Week 2 Monday : 2nd period :Bonnies house 3]]

Bonnie aggressively pushes her tongue into your mouth, taking you slightly by surprise, before she breaks off the kiss, taking a long lick of your slimy cheek. You watch her become increasingly excited as she rolls the substance around in her mouth. Pushing you backward onto the bed, Bonnie crawls between your legs, possessively taking hold of your sensitive dick. @@color:orange;''“This is your-“''@@, she becomes distracted for a second, before you see her eyes begin to widen in surprise. @@color:orange;''“You- …did you cum in my fucking panties!?”''@@ she hisses. You mouth opens to answer her, but you’re absolutely mortified by the situation. Instead, you emit a few barely audible meeps, and flush through several shades of red. @@color:orange;''“You little slut!”''@@ she snaps, grabbing one of your ankles and dragging you toward the foot of the bed. Instinctively, you try to scramble away from her, rolling over onto all fours. One of her hands yanks on your panties, pulling them down to your knees, and entangling your legs in the process. The loss of mobility makes you panic, and you struggle, gripping the sheets as tightly as you can. With a heave, she manages slide you across the bed, with the now displaced sheets still clutched in your grip. Your legs come off the edge, leaving your bare ass exposed, bent over the bed. A sharp sting in your right buttock is accompanied by the clap of her hand against your ass, @@color:orange;''“I thought you wanted to do this the easy way!”''@@. A second slap lands on the same spot, but at twice the force. <<if $pics == 1>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/spankingpanties.gif" width="360" height="266"></center><</if>> ''“Owwwww!”'' you wail, ''“I doooo! I want to do it the easy way!”'' you promise, hoping to avoid the full brunt of Bonnie’s wrath. She pauses for a second, your burning cheeks twitch in anticipation of the next blow. Instead, you feel her finger starting to poke and prod at your butthole. ''"unnghh"'' you complain, tightening up your ass; voluntary or not, your body is protesting this invasion. Now you’re surely in store for a sound drubbing, but it never comes. Bonnie presses up against you from behind, her fuzzy mound tickles your sensitive taint, and her soft breasts crush against your back. With one hand stroking your hair, she whispers in your ear, @@color:orange;''“Shhh, it’s ok, sweetie”''@@. Her warm words and gentle touch begin to put you at ease, @@color:orange;''“You’re not like them, K. I can see how special you are. Don’t worry, there’s nothing to be afraid of”''@@. Her posture shifts, as she gradually removes your panties completely, taking a little bit longer than necessary. The anticipation sends a chill through your spine, and you immediately begin to have second thoughts about allowing her to continue. @@color:orange;''“Hey!”''@@ she scolds, pressing a firm hand on your lower back to immobilize you, @@color:orange;''“You sure liked being on your knees for me, didn’t you”''@@ she states as a matter of fact, not as a question. @@color:orange;''“Didn’t You!?”''@@ she repeats, raising her voice, and it was definitely posed as a question this time. When you shrug shyly in response, she continues, @@color:orange;''“You spurted right into my – little – pink – panties - and I didn’t even touch your little dickie, heeheehee”''@@. Her giggle mocks you mercilessly, @@color:orange;''“Is that it? Is it the panties you like?”''@@. Bonnie raises the soiled panties right up under your nose, then mushes them into your face. The gelatinous substance is revolting, instantly clinging to your nose, mouth and smearing across your cheek. You can’t avoid inhaling the all-too-familiar aroma, but you smell something else as well, the strong chemical scent of leather cleaning solution. Almost immediately, you experience a rush of adrenaline that sends your heart racing at a million miles per hour. The feeling of euphoria intensifies, washing over you in warm waves that relax every muscle in your body. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/popperseffect.gif" width="464" height="538"></center> ''“Ohhhhh”'' you sigh, as Bonnie’s finger easily slides past your lethargic sphincter, working its way through your innards. There is no pain when you completely surrender yourself to the penetration, but you gasp when she adds a second finger, stretching open your little hole and delving even deeper. Just as the thicker part of her digits push your elasticity to its limit, her fingertips brush up against an incredibly sensitive spot deep inside your ass. ''“Oh fuck!”'' you cry out, bucking violently and trying to get up to your hands and knees. She reacts quickly, mounting you from behind while keeping her fingers firmly lodged up your butt, tickling your insides. Her hand must be positioned right at her crotch, because when she thrusts against you from behind, her fingers bottom out in your ass. One of her hands travels around to the front of your throat, pulling your head backward and forcing your back to arch dramatically. Setting a steady pace, she rhythmically thrusts all the way in and out of your pliant hole. Every thrust produces an explosion of pleasure inside of you that causes your legs to tremble uncontrollably. Before you know it, your own body betrays you, pushing back against her in time with the rhythm. ''“Ahhhh-hh-hhh-hhh”'' your voice cracks intermittently, breaking at each of her thrusts. @@color:orange;''“Yeeeesssss”''@@ she moans, @@color:orange;''“You love it, you little slut!”''@@. Her thrusts increase both in frequency and intensity, her voice taking on a very girly, condescending tone, @@color:orange;''“Awww, are you gonna cum again, sweetie?”''@@. She closes off your breath for a few seconds, gripping tighter around your throat when you try and squeak out a response. @@color:orange;''“You wanna cum for me? Hmmm? You wanna cum like a little bitch? heeheehee”''@@ she giggles maniacally, buckling against you like a wild animal. <<if $pics == 1>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniehumpingthroat.gif" width="440" height="275"></center><</if>> ''“Oh my gooooood”'' you gasp, all the nerves in your body alight with pleasure. Bonnie jerks you upright into a kneeling position, pressing her soft tits against your sensitive back. She releases your throat, allowing your head to rest on her shoulder, and takes a firm grasp on the base of your dick. You freeze for a moment, teetering on the brink of orgasm when you feel her fingers slowly withdrawing from your ass. There is a slight feeling of relief, but also an emptiness, a longing desire to be filled again. You can just barely resist the urge to hungrily push back against her and beg to be fucked. Instead, you helplessly shiver in her embrace, breathing rapidly and emitting barely audible whines. Abruptly, Bonnie rams her fingers all the way up your ass, the tips of her digits pressing down firmly on your prostate. @@color:orange;''“Take it!”''@@ she commands. At the same time, she roughly tugs on your prick from base to tip in one savage, wringing stroke. ''“UUUUUNNHHHHHH!”'' you wail like a girl, just as a massive gout of semen streams from your spasming cock. She repeats the motion, forcefully extracting another blast of cum from your bullied gland. @@color:orange;''“Yeahhhh, let it all out, honey… It’s okay… Just let me pump all that icky stuff out through your cute little bum, heeheehee”''@@. <<if $pics == 1>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniefingercum.gif" width="441" height="350"></center><</if>> Collapsing forward, your body squishes against the abstract expressionist pattern of fluids streaking the sheets – you might just be the Jackson Pollack of anally induced orgasms. Breathing heavily, Bonnie lays on top you, cradling your shivering body and slowly sliding her fingers out of your abused hole. The feeling of emptiness returns, and it even feels like your asshole doesn’t close back up completely. If there’s any pain, you hardly notice, completely overwhelmed by the aftermath of your orgasm. There is no feeling in your legs, and you’re absolutely exhausted. About the only thing you can feel right now, is a horrible, crippling shame at what you’ve done, pushing you to the brink of tears. Softly kissing your cheek, Bonnie comforts you @@color:orange;''“Shhhh… It’s alright… You don’t have to be ashamed, K. Why do you want to live by their rules anyways? You’re SPECIAL! Don’t be a sheep”''@@. Her words do little to comfort you, so you bury your face into the covers. @@color:orange;''“Hey,”''@@ she urges, rubbing your back lovingly, @@color:orange;''“Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy that… You can’t lie to me, so who are you trying to fool? Yourself?”''@@. When you don’t answer, she loses her patience a bit, @@color:orange;''“Look, I’m really trying to help you here, and I’m not seeing a whole lot of gratitude”''@@. Her change of tone makes you feel a bit nervous, and her hand has stopped rubbing your back, @@color:orange;''“If I have to, I’ll drag you through this, kicking and screaming, and in the end… you’ll thank me for it!”''@@. Taking a grip of your hair, she angles your limp neck to look into your eyes, @@color:orange;''“I expect to see you again, next time… YES?”''@@. She is clearly looking for a response this time, so you quickly oblige her, ''“…yes”''. You’re in no position to protest, so you tell her what she wants to hear, whether it’s true or not. @@color:orange;''“Great!”''@@ she cheers jubilantly, returning to her cute demeanor @@color:orange;''“So next time, don’t forget to wear my – uhhh, I mean, YOUR panties, heeheehee”''@@. Her lips lean right into your ear, as she whispers seductively, @@color:orange;''“I can hardly wait to make you squirt again”''@@. She emphasizes the point by shoving your face into the soiled sheets and thrusting against your ass possessively. Even in this depleted state, your shriveled member twitches in anticipation. Posting up on your head, she pushes herself off the bed, leaving the room with a final sound – An electronic beep. [["True Colors" by Cyndi Lauper|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LPn0KFlbqX8]] The stereo begins to play a familiar song, soothing your recovery, as you’re still unable to move, or even think clearly. Basking in your own juices, an odd sensation comes over you, as if your orgasm hasn’t completely subsided yet. Much like when you spend a day in the ocean and you can still feel the waves washing over you hours later. Just before you lose consciousness, you feel a bit of discomfort from a strange pulsing sound that’s timed to match the baseline of the song. You’re staring at a discolored spot on the pillow when you suddenly realize where you are again. The music has stopped, and you’re naked, shivering on Bonnie’s bed. With all of your faculties returned, you quickly wipe yourself off using a clean part of the sheets and gather up your clothes. In dressing, you notice that your boxers are missing, so it looks like you’ll be going commando for the rest of the day. With Bonnie nowhere in sight, you start to leave, when you notice the stained, pink panties laying at your feet. You want to get out of here as soon as possible, so you snatch up the panties and stuff them into your pocket, deciding that it’s best to consider her offer sometime later, somewhere away from this place. With nothing blocking your way, you head back toward the school, perhaps with a bit of a hitch to your walk. <<set $sub = $sub + 10>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 10>>\ <<print "Masculinity -10">> <<print "Submission +10">> [[Next|Week 2 Monday : Lunch]]

Walking over to the mini-mall, you see students milling about, eating slices of pizza and yapping away. You quickly scan the crowd for possibilities. <<if $money >= 5>>\ Go to the [[Pizza|Week 2 Monday: Lunch : Pizza]] place. <</if>>\ <<if $fats != 50 && $fatsdebt !=150>>\ Go see [[Fats|Week 2 Monday : Lunch : Buy some weed from Fats]] the local drug dealer in the area. <</if>>\ <<if $fatsdebt == 150>>\ Go see [[Fats|Week 2 Monday : Lunch : Fats Debt]] about your debt. <</if>>\ <<if $mickeydebt == 200>>\ Go see [[Mickey|Week 2 Mickey Lunch]] about your debt. <</if>>\ [[Skip to next class|Week 2 Lunch Transition]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/schoolhallway.jpg" width="420" height="250"></center> In between classes, you don't have much time to think, let alone act. The droves of busybody students move in all directions, crisscrossing each other in a chaotic ballet. Reaching your class is less about navigating the hallways, and more about braving the rapids in a turbulent sea of bodies. Moving diagonally, you zigzag on currents of flesh like a wayward sailboat seeking safe harbor. The adventure comes to an end when you drop anchor outside your afternoon gym class. <<if $day == 8>>\ [[Go to class|Week 2 : Monday : Gym Class]] <</if>>\ <<if $day == 9>>\ [[Go to class|Week 2 : Tuesday : Gym Class]] <</if>>\ <<if $day == 10>>\ [[Go to class|Week 2 : Wednesday : Gym Class]] <</if>>\ <<if $day == 11>>\ [[Go to class|Week 2 : Thursday : Gym Class]] <</if>>\ <<if $day == 12>>\ [[Go to class|Week 2 : Friday : Gym Class]] <</if>>\

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/changeroom.jpg" width="650" height="400"></center> The change room is empty, save for you and Will, who is currently rummaging around in his duffle bag. You’re terrified by what might come next, now that he has you all alone… What if he changes his mind and decides to beat you to a pulp? What if he pulls out his powerful, veiny club of a cock and forces you to… The thought sends an embarrassing tingle through your petite member, flushing your face beet red. At that moment, Will produces a handful of pink garments, holding them up like he just pulled a rabbit out of his hat. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bimbogymoutfit.jpg" width="400" height="400"></center> You’re dumbstruck, staring fearfully at the tight, skimpy clothes. While you’re distracted, Will attempts to grab at you with his free hand, his devious intentions now clear. Shrinking away from his reach, you spin around and lurch toward the door. Off balanced, you just barely avoid falling flat on your face, the door handle just a few inches away. Right before you’re able to reach the latch, Will’s hand catches your belt from behind. ''“AAAAAHHHHH-huuunnn”'' your shriek becomes a short, guttural grunt when he tugs sharply at your belt, compressing your abdomen and dropping you to all fours. In a last, desperate attempt to escape, you try to skitter across the ground like an insect. It’s no use though, and Will responds by pulling the back of your shirt up and over your head, baring your upper body and blocking out your vision. With your arms now entangled, and your lower body under his control, you demote yourself from insect to worm, squiggling around prone, hoping to somehow get loose. There is no hope, and you just don’t have the strength or energy to resist, as if you were fighting a monster out of some nightmare. @@color:slateblue;''“Don’t fight it, pussy! We can do this the easy way, or the hard way”''@@ he laughs, yanking the back of your pants down to your ankles in one violent motion. ''“MMMPPHH!”'' you cry out, nearly all the sound muffled by your own shirt. //''Oh my god! He’s gonna fuck me! He’s gonna push that monster dick into my hole and pound my tight ass!''// The chill emanating off the concrete floor permeates your nipples and small penis, making you shiver even more than the prospect of your imminent anal violation. With a last exploratory wiggle, you confirm that both your arms and legs are trapped by your own clothing. Gritting your teeth, you stretch out rigidly like a plank, focusing everything on clenching your butt as tightly as possible. In a feat of strength, Will takes you by the ankles with one hand and elevates your legs to an obtuse angle. Surprised by the sudden turn of events, you blindly prop yourself up on your elbows, nearly upside down as blood begins to rush to your head. @@color:slateblue;''“BWAHAHAHA!”''@@ Will laughs, @@color:slateblue;''”Look at that little shrimp dick! HAHAHA! It makes sense though… you look like a shrimp, and so does your dick”''@@. He shamefully smacks your dangling dicklet, causing it to heat up and swell as it bobs around. @@color:slateblue;''“That’s a good name for you, isn’t it? Hahaha…”''@@, another smack painfully stings your delicate little pecker, @@color:slateblue;''“ISN’T IT!”''@@. ''“MMMHMMM!”'' you quickly agree, dazed by the increased blood flow to your brain. @@color:slateblue;''“Alright shrimp, hold still so we can get you dressed, or I’ll pound your stupid ass”''@@ he warns, pulling your pants off completely, then working on your shoes and socks. You know it was just a figure of speech, but the idea of him pounding your ass comes back to the forefront of your brain. He only wants to dress you, and not rape you, so that comes as an incredible relief. So much so, that you passively allow him to strip you from the waist down and dress you in the pink shorts before he lowers you back to the floor. You gasp slightly when he mounts you from behind, pressing his fat, flaccid cock right between your ass cheeks. All your previous fears surge back to life despite his words, prompted simply by the feeling of his substantial bulge pinning you to the ground. Your cock hardens against the cold floor, causing you to buck, and you fearfully attempt to clench your butt again. Instead of serving to defend your hole, your cheeks tightly grip the underside of his shaft, and you can feel it begin to harden. @@color:slateblue;''“What are you doing, Faggot!”''@@ Will growls, sharply pulling your head backward and causing your spine to arch painfully. With a rough yank, your shirt is nearly torn off, up and over your head, clearing your arms and returning your vision. A second later, he’s stuffing the pink sports bra over your head and forcing your arms through the holes. @@color:slateblue;''“There! Haha, now you’re ready to work, shrimp”''@@, he jeers, getting back to his feet and dragging you up with him. As soon as he releases you, there is an urge to create distance from him, and so you do, instinctively covering your breast and genitals with your hands. This is when you start to become aware of the garments, tight and smooth, cradling every nook and curve of your body. Although flat chested, your puffy nipples are stimulated with every twist and glide of the fabric, hardening to the point of visibility through your sports bra. The shorts ride right up your crack, separating and accentuating each of your plump cheeks, making it feel strange when they knock and rub against each other independently. Your penis may be small, but it is clearly outlined at the front of your pretty pink shorts, along with the two distinct lumps of your marble sized testicles. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bimbogymoutfitworn.jpg" width="400" height="400"></center> Feeling frightened and vulnerable, your hackles rise when Will picks up the duffle bag and approaches you menacingly. Without knowing his true intentions, the only safe course of action is to flee while you still can, but when you take hold of the door handle, something freezes you on the spot. Being forcibly dressed as a workout bimbo is bad enough, but being seen like this in public multiplies the humiliation tenfold. Will smiles at you with a sadistic look in his eyes, making the choice for you by suddenly shoving you through the door way. Hurtling into the gym, you stumble into a room that seems to be exclusively made of eyes, every single set of them squarely fixed on you. An insuppressible heat boils your face, tingling all the way up to the tips of your ears. You wish you could disappear right now, through some kind of magic power, to instantly relocate yourself to a safe and comfortable place. Surprisingly, none of the other boys are laughing at you, but perhaps they’re afraid to draw attention to themselves, to avoid ending up like you. Although fully clothed, you feel exposed. The garments are so tight that they leave nothing to the imagination, not just revealing, but accentuating every part of your body. You can palpably feel their eyes tracing over your entire form, including your most intimate of intimates. The feeling makes you tremble all over, sapping you of what little strength may remain. You can feel the tears start to well up in your eyes, and if you don’t act now, you may find yourself completely breaking down. When the anxiety of the situation begins to force blood into your dick, you raise your hands to cover your face in shame, and quickly rush for the exit. As you’re about to leave, the door flies open on its own, stopping you dead in your tracks and nearly hitting you in the face. The door is blocked by a broad figure, as wide as he is tall, with tree stumps for legs, ham hocks for arms, and covered in a coarse dark fur – it’s the coach! @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Kevin!?”''@@ he questions, the look on his face a mixture of anger and incredulity, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“What the HELL – IS THIS!?”''@@. In your current state, all you can do is open and close your mouth like a fish out of water, embarrassed beyond the ability to formulate words. Gripping you by the shoulders, the coach speaks very firmly, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I asked you a question, Kevin! Explain yourself! What are you, some kind of QUEER-BOY?”''@@. You can hear Will howl with laughter at the coach’s comment, drawing the older man’s attention away from you momentarily. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“YOU!”''@@ the coach declares, taking one of his hands off your shoulder to point accusingly at Will, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“This was YOUR idea, wasn’t it!”''@@. With the coach controlling one of your shoulders, it’s difficult for you to turn and face Will, so you’re forced to twist your body, drawing nearer to the coach. You gently rest against his spacious chest, and the one arm gripping your shoulder is almost wrapped around you in a protective way, or at least that’s how it feels. There’s a sense of calmness and security, knowing Will can’t hurt you with the coach acting as your champion. @@color:slateblue;''“I already told you, coach… He wanted me to train him, so that’s what I’m doing”''@@, Will replies, still amused, but speaking very plainly. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Train him to be what? A little SISSY!?”''@@ the coach challenges, creating a bit of a stir in the room, and you can hear more than one chuckle at your expense. @@color:slateblue;''“Hey, don’t put that on me, Coach… He’s already a SISSY, hehehe, I’m just trying to help here”''@@. When the coach looks unconvinced by the explanation, Will continues @@color:slateblue;''“My old man said, this is how they used to whip little wimps like him into shape, back when he was in the service”''@@. This approach sparks a kind of recognition in the coach’s eye, and you can feel him partially relax his imposing stance. @@color:slateblue;''“It’s just a little prank, coach… Gotta break ‘em down to build ‘em up, right? Hehehe”''@@, there’s something in Will's laugh that makes the coach skeptical. Turning to you, the burly man forces you to look him right in the eyes, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Is this true, Kevin? Did you agree to this?”''@@. At such a vulnerable moment, you’re unsure of how to respond given the consequences of telling the truth, or perhaps even worse, telling a lie. Gently placing his large, knotted hand on the back of your head, the coach looks at you solemnly, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Is he forcing you to do this, son?”''@@ <<if $masc > 0>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity -5">> <</if>>\ [[Yes|Week 2 Monday : Gym 3 Sub : Yes]] [[No|Week 2 Monday : Gym 3 Sub : No]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/lockers.jpg" width="630" height="315"></center> Staring right into the Coach’s eyes, you attempt to convey the message to him telepathically, but it never registers. Grinding your teeth, you venture a sideways glance at Will, and the expression on his face is outright threatening. Taking a deep breath to solidify your resolve, you confidently stare back the Coach, ''“Yes”''. A brief hush fills the room, quickly broken by the Coach, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“It looks like I’ll be having that chat with you father after all, Will”''@@. With a meaty hand on your shoulder, the Coach instructs you to retrieve your bag before ushering you toward the exit. In that moment, you feel as if a great weight has been lifted from your chest. Somehow, you have escaped Will’s tyranny, and a smile begins to form on your face. A final backward glance at Will immediately shatters that feeling, causing you to physically jerk in apprehension. The look in his eyes is absolutely murderous, and he slowly drags his thumb across his throat. Your expression darkens, but your feet continue to robotically trail the Coach, who leads you out into the hallway. The conflicting emotions set your heart to a vigorous pace, causing every hair on your body to stand on end. Although you escaped Will’s clutches within the confines of gym class, you did so by ratting him out to the resident authority figure. Not only does this put you at odds with Will outside of class, but it may give you the reputation of being a snitch, or a narc… and nobody respects that. A cool draft blows through the hallway, causing goose bumps to rise up on the flesh of your thighs. That’s when it dawns on you – //''I’m still dressed like a girl!''//. Desperately trying to cover every inch of your body at the same time, the Coach almost drags you along while you shrink inward, wishing you were invisible. Although class is in session and the hallways are completely empty, it’s still incredibly humiliating to be exposed like this in public. Stressing out about your current situation comes to a pause when the Coach stops in front of a locked door, fumbling with a ring of keys attached to his belt. Deftly unlocking the door, he steps inside, and you eagerly follow, happy to finally be out of sight. [[Next|Week 2 Monday : Coach : Sub]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/gym.jpg" width="580" height="278"></center> With a sideways glance at Will, you notice the warning look in his eyes, not reflected in his casual body language. ''“No, coach… I- …I agreed to it…”'', you mewl out in a tone better suited for a frightened mouse than a man. Gently pushing you to arms length and releasing you, the coach gives you a withering look of disdain. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Then get to work! Man up, and…”''@@ he quickly eye’s you up and down, shaking his head in disgust, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Have some PRIDE about you, for god’s sake, boy! You look on the verge of tears!”''@@. His words cut deeply, coming from the only person who you thought would defend you. All you can do is nod your head obediently, staring directly at the ground and sniffing back the impending tears. From this vantage, all you see are the coach’s shoes, as he turns away from you, shoving the door open and slamming it closed with authority. The sudden bang startles you, and you just stare at the shut door, wondering if you made the right choice. That’s when you feel Will’s calloused hand grip your upper arm possessively, walking you towards the rear of the gym. @@color:slateblue;''“You heard the man,”''@@ he gloats, @@color:slateblue;''“Your ass is MINE! Hahaha”''@@. The thought gives you a mild chill, emphasized by the way his large hand easily encircles your bicep, the thickest part of your arm. Covertly eyeing his ripped, massive bicep, you can’t help but feel weak in comparison. You wonder how far your little fingers could wrap around his bulging muscle, and how hard it would feel under your touch. There is a sudden urge to reach out and test the theory, before you come to your senses - //''What the hell am I thinking?''//. Not long after, he finally releases you, heavily dropping the duffle bag on the floor beside him. A spike of curiosity hits you, and as much as you want to know what’s inside the bag, you also don’t want to know, considering that it contained your new outfit. Paying the bag no mind, Will folds his arms across his chest, staring at you wordlessly, as if evaluating you. All you can muster is a helpless shrug and crooked frown, nervously shifting from foot-to-foot, awaiting instruction. Burning a hole through you with his eyes, he doesn’t budge, possibly waiting for you to stand still and quit fidgeting. With a few deep breaths, you’re able to calm yourself enough to stand plainly, regardless of your humiliating attire. @@color:slateblue;''“Alright, Shrimp… We’re gonna rebuild you from the ground up. Now… show me how you squat…”''@@ he instructs, watching you intently. Remembering his lessons from last week, you take a wide stance and prepare to execute his order. Before you can move another muscle, he’s already kicking your feet slightly further apart to improve your stability. Now that he’s standing directly in front of you, the task becomes a bit more daunting, knowing that his bulge will be right in your face. @@color:slateblue;''“Down!”''@@ he orders, placing a hand on top of your head, and you dutifully comply. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/pinksquats.gif" width="400" height="400"></center> The motion goes fairly smoothly, as you bend at the knees, pushing your ass out and dipping low to the ground. The skimpy garments resist you, riding even further up your butt crack, and tightly hugging your delicate genitals. You shyly twist your neck away from his junk on the way down, hoping you won’t have to stare at it. Reacting immediately, Will tightly grips your crown, pointing your face directly at his overstuffed package. @@color:slateblue;''“Keep your back straight!”''@@ he growls, taking a step closer to you and mushing his clothed organ right up against your face. Your lips unwillingly glide along the shaft of his impressive cock, filling your nostrils with his pungent, alpha musk. In an effort to lean back and away, your spine ends up aligned in the perfect position with his dick almost brushing against the tip of your nose. <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/willbulge.jpg" width="500" height="357"></center> <</if>>\ At the top of the motion, you pause to flex your butt, eagerly looking up into Will’s eyes, as if seeking approval. When he only gives you a look of disgust, you slowly sink downward again, keeping eye contact with him for as long as possible. You take in his full physique on the way down, often distracting you enough to throw off your posture, causing your chin to graze his protruding member. At the bottom of the motion, you hold for a second, blatantly admiring his constrained unit. This continues for repetition after repetition; looking into his eyes, knowing he doesn’t consider you a real man, then looking at his cock, you begin to question it yourself. You’re not sure how many reps you’ve done, but Will finally steps away, circling around to observe the rest of your posture. It only takes a few pinches and prods from Will to perfectly align your body in a way that most efficiently utilizes your muscles, as well as preventing possible injury. After another dozen or so perfectly executed squats, you can see Will nodding, examining your form, @@color:slateblue;''“Pathetic”''@@ he finally says. The criticism surprises you, and kind of hurts your feelings for some strange reason. @@color:slateblue;''“Nah, fuck this… Let’s try something else”''@@ he decides, plunging his hand into the ominous duffle bag. What he pulls out immediately stings any sense of pride you might have left. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/thighmaster.jpg" width="400" height="400"></center> Tossing the late night infomercial product at your feet, he waits for you to begin without any instruction. As humiliating as this is, you know there is no choice but to comply, so you take hold of the feminine, spring-powered apparatus. Sitting at the edge of the bench, you align the bars with the tips of your knees, utilizing the maximum leverage to compress the spring. With some effort, you’re able to perform the exercise, but it seems much harder than it should be. Are you doing it wrong? Has someone tampered with the spring mechanism? Or have you really become so weak and feeble that you can barely operate a female workout accessory? <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/thighmaster2.gif" width="260" height="195"></center> @@color:slateblue;''“Stop!”''@@ Will interjects, stomping over to easily shove you backward onto the bench, while simultaneously lifting your legs into the air. Without warning, he snatches the device from between your knees and painfully rams it into your groin. Luckily, your tiny scrotum, visible through your shorts, isn’t struck by the blow. Instead, the spring pushes against a nerve cluster on your perenium, making you feel even more vulnerable, as if the hard plastic wants to penetrate the void where your pussy should be. When Will mounts the bench, you can feel his dick on you again, the fat head pushing right up against your butthole with nothing but a thin layer of lycra as protection. @@color:slateblue;''“Are you on a break, shrimp!? Don’t just lay there on your back with your legs up in the air!”''@@ he taunts, making you feel even more feminine and submissive than you thought possible only seconds before. @@color:slateblue;''“Close your fucking legs!”''@@ //''you slut''//, your own traitorous brain finishes the sentence for him, causing a wave of humiliating arousal to wash over you. Will takes hold of your calves and forcibly squeezes your legs completely shut in one violent movement, making the plastic device dig painfully into your soft skin. ''“Unnnhhhhh!”'' you cry out, either from the pain, or the feeling of Will’s mushroom-headed weapon pushing insistently against your straining pucker. The spring lodged against your groin impedes muscle contraction in a way that makes you cramp up horribly. In an attempt to relieve the tension, you reach your arms back over your head to grip the bench for stability, relaxing your legs, and giving over full control to Will. Thankfully, the sensation quickly passes, but another problem immediately arises. ''“AAH!”'' - you know why you gasped this time, realizing that the muscles controlling your anus have gone slack as well. Meeting no resistance from your end, the very tip of Will’s cock actually begins to slightly stretch out your sphincter through two sets of clothes. Your half-lidded eyes grown dim, you stare at Will’s indifferent expression, visible intermittently between your thighs as he continues to jackknife your legs open and shut. There’s a numbing sensation in your lower body, and all you can feel now is the unstoppable column of flesh that’s rhythmically coaxing open your vulnerable hole. You’re not sure how long this goes on, but all at once, Will hops off the bench, allowing your legs to fall limply to the ground like one of his discarded barbells. @@color:slateblue;''“You’re fucking useless, you know that? What are you, eighty? That I have to move your legs around for you?”''@@ he growls. Coming out of a slight daze, and feeling like you just got fucked in front of the whole gym, one detail sticks out. A damp spot on the front of Will’s shorts, and you can’t get rid of the idea that a similar spot exists right on your asshole, though you can’t actually see it. The return to your senses delivers a double helping of humiliation, with a serving of shame on the side. Not only did he publically emasculate you, but in some sick, masochistic way, you kind of enjoyed it. Through some kind of karmic mercy, the school bell rings out, saving you from any further abuse – or so you hope. @@color:slateblue;''“Get your lazy ass up!”''@@ Will commands, hauling you to your feet, @@color:slateblue;''“Now, pick up your toy…”''@@. You turn around, noticing the pink thighmaster on the floor, and dreading the idea of bending your legs down to retrieve it. While you’re still considering the most painless way to approach the problem, a heavy, wet object loudly slaps against your shoulder. Swiveling your head around in surprise, you see that Will is now bare-chested, having slung his sweat-logged shirt over your shoulder – and it seems he didn’t finish his sentence, @@color:slateblue;''“…and meet me in the showers”''@@. The triumphant grin on his face right before he turns to leave sends a shudder through your entire body. Absently, you catch yourself admiring his muscular ass, wondering what kind of thrusting force those powerful glutes can exert when they contract. //''What’s wrong with me? I shouldn’t be feeling this way!''// Standing alone in the gym, you consider your next move very carefully. Without the coach on your side, disobeying Will could be a very painful mistake, but what are you supposed to do? Just bend over and let him ass fuck you in the shower? Wracking your brain, you can't seem to find any escape at this point. [[Obey Will|Week 2 Monday : Gym 4 Sub : Obey Will]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/changeroom.jpg" width="650" height="400"></center> Slumping your shoulders, you realize that this is your only viable option. Will has you neatly tied up in compound knots of blackmail and submission that would rival the Gordian knot. The entire class has already seen you feminized and dominated, including the coach. //''We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.''// you recall Will's words. You already tried fighting back, and it just made things exponentially worse. It's so much easier to just give in, to go with the flow. Your mind's eye replays flashing scenes of your recent submission, and one theme is common to all of them – pleasure. Carefully bending at the waist, you recover the thighmaster, and slowly walk into the change room. The first thing you notice is Will’s absence, which is small consolation when you realize that he’s waiting for you in the showers. Some of the other boys are watching you, pointing and whispering in hushed tones. You can’t make out exactly what they’re saying, but you have a pretty good idea, and assume the worst. Walking past your own discarded clothes, you reach Will’s spot, eyeing the mysterious duffle bag, but not daring to look inside. Dropping off the thighmaster, you continue onward, bound for the steam shrouded shower area. Your heart beats out of your chest, the misty air clinging to your flesh and mingling with the sheen of sweat covering your body. Several of the other boys walk around naked, throwing you dirty looks, as if you’re a traitor, a coward, a pariah. Bowing your head, you slog forward, pressing on with the death march of your masculinity. Reaching the last stall, you pause to brace yourself, before presenting to the harbinger. @@color:slateblue;''“What the hell took you so long?”''@@ Will growls, @@color:slateblue;''“Stop fucking around! Take your girly clothes off and get in here!”''@@. Even stark naked, and with scarcely a look in your direction, he still intimidates you. The very presence of him commands respect, and you’re eager to placate him. Nervously, you pull the pink sports bra over your head, freeing your swollen nipples. Biting your lip, one of your thumbs hooks under the waistband of your shorts, but you’re still reluctant to publically bare yourself. @@color:slateblue;''“Are you doing a strip tease out there!? Hurry the fuck up! Don’t make me come out and get you…”''@@ he threatens. With that, you whip the shorts down to your ankles and step into the stall with Will. At this proximity, his massive form becomes clear, towering over you like some kind of titan. Unconsciously, your hands clasp together, pressed up against your chest, almost in a defensive posture. The look in your doe eyes is of complete submission, perhaps even reverence… and then he speaks. @@color:slateblue;''“You dirty bitch, you never take a shower after gym class. What’s wrong? Afraid the other boys will see your little peepee? Hahaha!”''@@ His voice booms more than usual, bouncing off the confined walls of the shower. @@color:slateblue;''“When you train under me, you’re gonna sweat! You sweat, you take a shower! Got it?”''@@ it’s not a question, it’s a confirmation that you understand his orders. You find it difficult to give him a response, although so simple a word, it carries such a concession of personal sovereignty. ''“…Yes”'' you finally assent, in a tone slightly more breathy than you intended. @@color:slateblue;''“Yes, WHAT?”''@@ he demands. The question is crushing to you, though somewhere, deep down, you knew this would happen. If you give him and inch, he’ll take a mile. Resigned to your fate, the next two words come out as a squeak, ''“…Yes, sir”''. @@color:slateblue;''“BWAHAHAHA! Atta-bitch!”''@@ Will laughs, @@color:slateblue;''“It’s time to pay up for my services, hehehe”''@@. Although you knew what was coming, having him say it right to your face drives you into a mild panic. Fear and anticipation flutter your heart, almost feeling like you’re about to faint. Just then, Will pushes a blue, plastic bottle against your chest, @@color:slateblue;''“Here, get to work, Shrimp”''@@. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/coolwater.jpg" width="400" height="400"></center> You’re a bit confused by this development, staring at the bottle and absently reading the label. @@color:slateblue;''“Are you fucking stupid!?”''@@ Will curses, surprising you by snatching the bottle away and grabbing your wrist. Popping the top with his thumb, he aims the nozzle at your upturned palm before squeezing it in his powerful grip. A jet of blue gunk rockets out of the nozzle, ricocheting off your hand. You gasp as the cold, gelatinous projectile splatters up against your chest, and one dollop even catches you on the chin. The surprised look on your face must amuse Will, because he howls with laughter at how you took his load. Sharing the gel between both your hands, you timidly draw nearer to Will. Staring at his huge muscles, you’re both, afraid to touch him, and dying to know what it would feel like. Your curiosity gets the better of you, as you place both hands flat on his massive pectoral muscles. They’re so strong and firm, perfectly sized and shaped, if you’re a greek god. With a force more suited to groping than scrubbing, your palms affectionately spiral his breast. The heave of his breath directs your pace, tracing your fingers up to the mountainous topography of his shoulders. His traps are so large, that he almost doesn’t have a neck, making him look more tank than man. The size of his arm is shocking, firm and unyielding, you don’t even come halfway to encircling it with both hands. For some reason, you have the urge to squeeze his bicep, to test its rigidity. You might as well be squeezing a stone. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/willshower1.gif" width="498" height="249"></center> Even more impressive are the sinewy abdominal muscles that support his trunk. Completely shredded without a trace of fat, they almost give him a slimmer profile. The tips of your fingers dig into the crevices of his impressive definition, exploring the beautiful, lumpy symmetry. He may have the perfect body, revealing muscles you didn’t even know existed. After meticulously stroking every inch of his chiseled upper body, you know what comes next, filling you with fear and excitement. Looking back up into Will’s face, he seems completely oblivious to you. His head is tiled back, his eyes closed, and he’s furiously working a mass of suds into his hair. Slowly sinking to your knees, you see a familiar sight, Will’s mammoth cock. Quickly averting your gaze, you bow deeply, working some of the gel up his legs. Starting at his large ankles, you caress your way up to his sculpted, split calf muscles. When you run your hands up his insane quads, you misjudge your position, and his cock briefly drags across your face. There’s a pang of embarrassment, but not as strong as before, as if you’re getting used to his dick. Your hands begin to rhythmically glide along the front and back of his leg, and you get the impression that you’re masturbating a fleshy tree trunk. At least you’re not stroking his… Slowly twisting your head, you can’t keep your eyes off it, you can’t get your mind off it. You cling to his gigantic quadriceps, but stare unblinking at his cock with fascination. Impressively long, and obscenely thick, you can remember the taste of it tracing across your lips, the scent of it pressed against your face, the feeling of it pushing into your hole… Your heart is beating so fast that it makes you feel dizzy, and your short dick is rock hard. <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/willshower2.gif" width="500" height="301"></center> <</if>>\ Your mind begins to race, //''I’m not gay, am I? How did this happen? How did I end up being such a wimp, on my knees in front of a real man, with a big dick in my face? Maybe it’s not all guys, just Will. Maybe… I could just try it? I mean, what’s the big deal? It’s only a…… dick in my mouth''// Trembling all over, you slowly reach out an unsteady hand, the tips of your fingers just barely contacting the taught skin of his golf ball sizes testicles. Almost instantly, you can feel Will’s entire body go rigid, just as his imposing organ nearly doubles in size. Staring right down the barrel of his primed cannon, you begin to produce an inordinate amount of saliva. The scent of his manhood intoxicates you, as it tilts upward on its own, poised right at your lips, daring you to take the plunge. There’s no denying it now, this is where you belong. Lovingly cradling his heavy balls, your mouth falls open automatically, and you can feel his flesh gliding along your lips. His flared helmet is so broad, that it stretches your lips open like a virgin pussy. Your eyes roll into your head when his spongy, mushroom gland fills up your entire mouth. A glob of fluid is instantly expelled onto your tongue, causing you to suckle hungrily on the fat head of his manly cock. There is no doubt that you made the right choice, blissfully giving up your mouth to please this alpha male. <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/willshower3.gif" width="500" height="400"></center> <</if>>\ ----------- @@color:slateblue;''“-ike that, you fucking FAGGOT!”''@@ you barely hear the words, your head swimming in some kind of fog. The entire world spins and shifts until you find yourself face to face with an enraged Will, who has you pressed against the wall by your hair. @@color:slateblue;''“You wanna suck dick, huh? YOU WANNA SUCK DICK?!!!”''@@ He screams right in your ear. You begin to feel a growing sensation of pain on your left cheek, and it feels like your eye is about to explode. Terrified, with tears streaming down your cheeks, you say anything you can to satisfy Will, ''“y-y-yes, sir?”''. His lunchbox of a fist rams right into your kidney from behind with a force that nearly snaps you in half ''“AAAARRGHHH”'' you wail in extreme pain. Will allows you to crumple to the floor like a ragdoll, palming your entire head with one hand, @@color:slateblue;''“If you tell anyone about this, you’re DEAD! Do you understand me?! YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD!”''@@ He roars, shoving your head and storming out of the room. The water cascades down over you, clutching at your side in the fetal position and sobbing uncontrollably. Within a few minutes, the pain begins to subside, but emotionally, you’re a complete wreck. You’re so confused right now. How could you have been so wrong, when it felt so right? You can’t figure out what exactly what happened, except that maybe Will is even more confused than you are. This isn’t a problem you can solve right now, laying in the shower like a drowned rat, so you slowly limp your way back to the changeroom. You’re not sure how much time has passed, but the place is completely deserted. Thankfully your clothes are still here, so you quickly dress yourself and flee this horrible place. <<if $masc > 0>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity -5">> <</if>>\ <<set $sub = $sub + 5>>\ <<print "Submission +5">> <<set $willshower = 1>>\ <<set $coach = 0>>\ [[Next|Week 2 Monday : After School]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/locker.jpg" width="800" height="300"></center> <<if $tutor == 1>>\ With the school day over, the halls are nearly bare, suitably covering your escape. With a quick trip to your locker before heading home, something suddenly occurs to you. The events of today’s Math class replay in your mind, demanding your attention and action. You’re supposed to report back to class for tutoring. The thought of spending some quality time with Amy is appealing, but you don’t feel especially plucky right now. Your game is definitely not firing on all cylinders at the moment, and you could potentially ruin any chance you have with Amy. On the other hand, maybe the soft, sweet, tender touch of a beautiful girl is exactly what the doctor ordered. Just the thought is enough to lighten your mood, envisioning her smooth, delicate skin gliding against yours. The warmth of her feminine aura and intoxicating aroma is almost akin to sinking below the surface of a hot, purifying bath. If you decide to skip tutoring, there will surely be repercussions, both romantically and scholastically. There’s something about the prospect of heading for home that’s so compelling, just to escape the stress and anxiety of the outside world. You want that security right now, that chance to recuperate your mind and body alike. Shutting your locker produces a dull, metal-on-metal clap that echoes through the empty hallways, breaking you out of thought. You know that it’s time to make a decision, to choose your destination before setting your body into motion. [[Go to tutoring|Week 2 Monday : After School : Tutoring]] [[Skip Tutoring|Week 2 Monday : After School : Home]] <</if>>\ <<if $tutor != 1>>\ Shutting your locker produces a dull, metal-on-metal clap that echoes through the empty hallways, breaking you out of thought. You know that it’s time to make a decision, to choose your destination before setting your body into motion. [[Go home|Week 2 Monday : After School : Home]] <</if>>\

You pull up in your driveway, looking at your quaint three bedroom house. Deftly unlocking the deadbolt, you get inside, lock the door behind you, and drop your bag off in one practiced motion.''//It's good to be home.//'' As usual, the house is empty. It's not uncommon for your mother to be absent, but you would love to see her right now, and who knows, maybe even get a hug. These thoughts do nothing for your situation though, so you proceed to find warmth through your stomach. You're absolutely ravenous, but there's rarely anything interesting on the menu. You raid the fridge and construct a makeshift sandwich out of various meats, cheeses and condiments. It's not long before most of the sandwich is devoured and you're patting your stomach in satisfaction. <<if $samweek2 == 1 && $day != 12>>\ [[Sam is calling|Week 2 : After School : Sam]] <</if>>\ <<if $ivanweek2 == 1 && $day != 12>>\ <<if $ivankiss == 1 && $day != 12>>\ [[Call Ivan|Week 2 : After School : Ivan Kiss]] <</if>>\ <<if $ivanrough == 1 && $day != 12>>\ [[Call Ivan|Week 2 : After School : Ivan Rough]] <</if>>\ <<if $ivanemma == 1 && $day != 12>>\ [[Call Ivan|Week 2 : After School : Ivan Emma]] <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<if $kateweek2 == 1 && $day != 12>>\ [[Kate is calling|Week 2 : After School : Kate]] <</if>>\ <<if $computer == 1 && $day != 12>>\ [[Use mother's computer|Week 2 : After School : Computer]] <</if>>\ <<if $day != 12>>\ [[Time to hit the books|Week 2 : After School : Study]] [[Get in a hard workout|Week 2 : After School : Exercise]] [[Go right to sleep|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]] <<if $weed > 7>>\ [[Sell Weed|Week 2 : After School : Sell Weed]] <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<if $poolhall == 1 && $day != 12>>\ [[Sell Coke|Week 2 : After School : Sell Coke]] <</if>>\ <<if $poolhall == 2 && $day != 12>>\ [[Sell Coke|Week 2 : After School : Coke Day two]] <</if>>\ <<if $poolhall == 3 && $day != 12>>\ [[Sell Coke|Week 2 : After School : Coke Day three]] <</if>>\ <<if $poolhall == 4 && $day != 12>>\ [[Sell Coke|Week 2 : After School : Coke Day four]] <</if>>\ <<if $day == 12>>\ [[The phone is ringing|Week 2 Party]] <</if>>\

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/telephone.jpg" width="400" height="253"></center> When the phone rings out, you instinctively pick it up, ''“Hello?”''. @@color:green;''“Yoooooooo…..”''@@ intonates a voice you immediately recognize as belonging to Sam. ''“Haah, wassup baller?”'' you reply, barely suppressing a disgusting, luncheon meat flavored burp. @@color:green;''“Watchu got on my forty, homie?”''@@ he jests. ''“Watchu got on MY forty?”'' you ask, playing along. @@color:green;''“I ain’t got shit… but differently… I’m on some skins tonight, you feel me?”''@@ Sam hints. ''“Skins, huh?”'' the prospect of having sex tonight immediate seizes your attention, ''“What’s the move?”''. @@color:green;''“Coventry…”''@@ The word just hangs in the silence. ''“Coventry?? What the fuck YOU been smoking?”'' you laugh, ''“Isn’t that the heavy metal club?”''. @@color:green;''“Nah man, it’s goth”''@@ he corrects, @@color:green;''“…and don’t act like they’re not hot as fuck!”''@@. You sigh heavily, ''“Yeah, they’re hot… but I wanna get head FROM a chick, not bite the head OFF one, ya know?”''. @@color:green;''“Ha-Ha, you’re a fucking clown, huh? Ay, look… If you’re too pussy… just say ‘I’m a pussy’”''@@ Sam taunts. ''“Say what?”'' you reply, quizzically. @@color:green;''“……Fuck off”''@@ Sam dismisses, quickly detecting your childish ruse, @@color:green;''“You down or not, K?”''@@. You consider the thought of going out tonight, stretching your legs to test their readiness. Although you’re a bit sore, and you’re really comfortable right now, you imagine how comfortable it would be to squeeze inside of a tight goth girl. Just the possibility inspires small surges of blood to fatten your dick, pumping it up like a flat tire. The chemicals rapidly produced in your brain take over, and you just can’t resist the temptation. @@color:green;''“Whatever, man… I’m bout to hit up Alan then…”''@@ Sam decides, losing his patience. ''“Yo-yo-yo… alright, man… You can be my wingman for tonight”'' you finally confirm. @@color:green;''“What? Motherfucker, you’re MY wingman”''@@ argues Sam, causing you to roll your eyes, @@color:green;''“Look, just bring your tired ass over here and pick me up, K”''@@. Hanging up the call, you immediately start getting ready to go out. Opening your closet, it’s pretty obvious that you have nothing approximating a goth look. It doesn’t take long to resign yourself to this fact, so you opt to wear your usual attire. Although you’ll stick out like a sore thumb, at least you’ll feel comfortable in your own skin, rather than masquerading as someone you’re not. After a brisk shower, you’re cleaned and quaffed and dressed for an auspicious night out. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> It’s a short trip over to Sam’s place, and he immediately exits his house, having seen your approach through the window. Unlike you, he’s wearing all black clothes, closely resembling what you expect a goth would wear. He hops into the shotgun seat like a soldier ready for war, @@color:green;''“Wassup Partna!”''@@. Without looking in his direction, you extend your hand out to welcome him, ''“Suuuup”''. He clasps hands with you, and immediately relays the directions of how to find this club. <<set $samweek2 += 1>>\ [[Next|Week 2 : Coventry]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/study.jpg" width="500" height="300"></center> <<if $high > 0>>\ You retrieve your textbook from your bag and try to start working on your homework but you're just too high to concentrate. <<back>> <</if>> <<if $high == 0>> You retrieve your textbook from your bag and start working on your homework. It takes you all night to finish, but the the repetition allows you to absorb some of the information. Your eyes are hurting from the strain and you decide to call it a night. <<set $int = $int + 5>> <<print "Intelligence + 5">> [[Go to sleep|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]] <</if>>\

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/dumbbells.jpg" width="500" height="300"></center> <<if $high > 0>>\ You fish the dumbbells out of your closet and get ready to put in a hard workout. Completing your first set of bicep curls, you get a bit of a head-rush because you're so high. Abandoning the weights, you decide on a different course of action tonight. <<back>> <</if>>\ <<if $high == 0>>\ You fish the dumbbells out of your closet and get ready to put in a hard workout. After 4 sets of 15 reps, your muscles are sore and fatigued, it's probably time to call it a night. <<set $str = $str + 5>> <<print "Strength + 5">> [[Go to sleep|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]] <</if>>\

Sleepy time <3 <<if $day == 8>>\ [[Sleep|Week 2 : Tuesday : Morning][$day +=1]] <</if>>\ <<if $day == 9>>\ [[Sleep|Week 2 : Wednesday : Morning][$day +=1]] <</if>>\ <<if $day == 10>>\ [[Sleep|Week 2 : Thursday : Morning][$day +=1]] <</if>>\ <<if $day == 11>>\ [[Sleep|Week 2 : Friday : Morning][$day +=1]] <</if>>\ <<if $day == 12>>\ [[Sleep|Week 2 : Saturday : Morning][$day +=1]] <</if>>\ <<if $day == 13>>\ [[Sleep|Week 2 : Sunday : Morning][$day +=1]] <</if>>\

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/coventryexterior.jpg" width="511" height="355"></center> In the last remnants of daylight, the dilapidated structure stands out colorfully amid the other buildings. The walls are covered in old graffiti, and papered with the faded posters of long forgotten bands. A narrow laneway behind the building reveals a bank of parking spaces, and luckily, you manage to secure one for your car. The door to the building is plain and completely unmarked, camouflaged in same color as the exterior walls, almost to the point where you could miss it at first glance. <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/coventryhall.jpg" height= "400" width="300" style="float:left;"/>\ You follow Sam inside, travelling down a narrow corridor lit only by a flickering red bulb. Around the bend, a steel security door bars your path. Upon approach, a slot clanks open to reveal a pair of dark eyes traced with black eyeliner. Even with the makeup on, you can tell the guard is male, the eyebrows give it away. Unblinking, he stares into your soul in a way that makes you feel uncomfortable. Thankfully, Sam speaks first, @@color:green;''“Ken sent me”''@@. The intonation in his voice makes it clear that this is a password, but the doorman’s eyes stay trained on you. Trying to look relaxed, you begin to dig at a bit of sandwich still caught between your teeth. After a few seconds, the slot slams shut and the door slowly opens, producing a vacuum sealed burp in the process. </body> <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/coventryinside.jpg" width="590" height="416"></center> [["Closer" by Nine Inch Nails|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ccY25Cb3im0]] A strong scent of alcohol and tobacco immediately strikes you, cut with just the right amount of weed smoke. The walls are replete with painted markings and symbols unfamiliar to you, and the floors are scattered with ash, grit, and discarded cigarette butts. The denizens of this lair are almost all in black, their features indistinct in the low light conditions. The door clamps shut behind you, but when you turn to look, there’s no sign of an obvious doorman. A few people are milling around that could fit the description, but you can’t pinpoint the precise individual that allowed you entry. Vibrations from the floor under your feet don’t match the music playing, so there must be another floor to this place. Tucked away into the corner, you spot a stairway leading down to the basement. In scanning the area, you lock eyes with a small framed figure that stands motionless, surrounded by the animated swaying of dark apparitions. Two firm pats on the shoulder get your attention, @@color:green;''“Happy hunting!”''@@ Sam cheerily announces, before making a straight shot for the stairs. ''“Yo!”'' you suddenly start to feel kind of vulnerable and alone, ''“Talk to me Goose!”'' you call out. Sam never turns back, completely ignoring your 'TopGun' reference - so much for your //wingman//... Assessing your options, you decide to: [[Investigate the mysterious figure|Week 2 : Coventry : Ada]] [[Go down the stairs|Week 2 : Coventry : Basement]]

Crossing the room, you draw more than a few strange looks because of your outlandish dress. As you get closer, the small figure’s features become clearer and clearer. Within a few paces, you can see her eyes following your every step, drawing you in with her strange presence. She has a youthful beauty about her appearance, but her face looks completely blank, her eyes vacant. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ada.jpg" width="400" height="400"></center> ''“Uhhh... Hey, I’m K!”'' you offer, but she has absolutely no reaction to your greeting. Hoping she would offer up her name in return, you’re left a bit off-balanced, ''“Sooo… It’s a little… //Dark// in here, huh?”'' you joke. Her face is completely expressionless, regarding you for a few seconds before one corner of her mouth twitches up into a creepy smile that never touches her eyes. Her demeanor sends a chill up your spine, as if she’s some kind of android, or an alien doing their best impression of human interaction. @@color:yellow;''“…I like you”''@@ –''//holy shit, it speaks!//''- Her sudden comment takes you by surprise, and she continues, @@color:yellow;''“…K”''@@. Her delayed way of speaking troubles you, but even more concerning, is that her dry sentiment doesn’t match her expression in the slightest. Still, there’s something captivating about this girl, and your curiosity may end up getting the better of you. Apart from being a goth alien, she’s also very pretty, which incites a war between your brain and your penis – and you know who always wins in that matchup. @@color:yellow;''“I’m Ada……”''@@ her eyebrows begin to peak in the middle, her lips pouting slightly, @@color:yellow;''“Will you help me…………… K?”''@@. Her feigned expression is wholly unconvincing, but you just have to know what this chick is all about. ''“What kind of help are we talking about here?”'' you ask, but she just stares at you silently. Switching gears, you tilt your head to the side and fire off an innuendo, ''“How about I help YOU out, if you help ME out?”''. As soon as it comes out of your mouth, you chuckle, half joking with that remark. @@color:yellow;''“……yes”''@@ she flatly responds, reaching her arm out to offer you her hand. You’re a bit stunned by this development, never expecting her to agree to those conditions. With her hand hanging in the air, you’re forced to make a quick decision. Should you blindly accept whatever she has in mind? Or politely step away and take your chances in the basement instead? [[Take her hand|Week 2 : Coventry : Ada 2]] [[Go down the stairs|Week 2 : Coventry : Basement]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/coventrybasement.jpg" width="614" height="410"></center> Collecting yourself, you boldly stomp down the stairwell, immediately becoming aware of the darkened atmosphere. Making a sharp turn at the bottom of the stairs, you enter a large open space that's difficult to measure in the lowlight conditions. A wobbly sea of gothic inspired characters fill the room as far as you can see, undulating in unison to the music. When heads begin to turn in your direction, you tip your cap lower to hide your eyes, and confidently feed yourself into the animated throng. Drawing from prior experience, you have little trouble navigating your way through the room. Every nudge, cross-arm and shoulder insertion results in a mixture of responses from the painted and pierced crowd. The predictably irked glances you receive are of no concern, but as you delve deeper, the looks become curiously impish. Their eyes are laughing at you, mocking you, as if they know something you don’t. At first, you’re unnerved by the atmosphere, feeling as if you’ve somehow walked right into a trap. After a quick scan of the area, with Sam nowhere in sight, you’re mood begins shifting to anger. You couldn’t find a rhinoceros in here if you tried - now you’re sure there's a scowl on your face. Stalking through the crowd, you pay the inhabitants no mind, forcing your way further into their midst. In your half-blind scouting of the surroundings, Sam is completely absent, leaving you with only two points of interest. A clearing appears in what you judge to be the center of the room, and a pristine looking bar area that is suspiciously vacant. [[Investigate the Clearing|Week 2 : Coventry : Basement : Clearing]] [[Check out the bar|Week 2 : Coventry : Basement : Bar]]

Carefully extending your hand, you start a bit at Ada’s grip. Her small hand is ice cold in a bizarre, ghoulish way, as well as being deceptively strong. She immediately begins to lead you out of the club, the closest person opening the security door at your approach. You can’t help but think that you’re leaving Sam to his own devices, but then again, he ditched you right from the jump, so now it’s every man for himself. Night has fallen when you finally exit the building, and when Ada begins to walk you toward the street, you stop, ''“Where are we going, Ada?”''. She turns to study you silently, and you don’t expect an answer, but she finally responds, @@color:yellow;''“…the house”''@@. ''“Ah, that’s cool… Jump in the car, I’ll give you a ride”'' you offer, pointing out your vehicle. For a moment, she doesn’t move, as if she’s reluctant to release your hand. Finally complying, she nods, flashing you another facsimile of a smile. She neglects to wear her seatbelt in the car, but you decide against bringing attention to it. Instead, you set the vehicle into motion, allowing her to direct you with a pale, bony finger. The trip is only a few minutes long by car, winding up a dark suburban road, and ending in front of a spooky looking home. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/adahouse.jpg" width="601" height="401"></center> Without a word, Ada exits the car and walks towards the house, looking back over her shoulder to ensure you’re still in pursuit. After locking the car, you catch up to her quickly, heading around to the back of the house, rather than the front door. This immediately arouses your suspicion, and you proceed forward with a little more caution. The first thing through your mind is the possibility of a dog in the backyard, but surely, it would already be barking by now. Ada unlatches the gate and leads you to the small plot of land behind the home. The site is unremarkable, containing only: a metal shed, a small vegetable garden, and a weathered patio set. In examining the area, you briefly lose sight of Ada, until she eerily emerges from the shed, carrying a short spade in her hand. Her appearance in the dark is frightening, standing still and stoic, holding the spade out to you, @@color:yellow;''“…dig”''@@ she instructs, pointing out a specific plot of the garden. For some reason, you can’t help but accept the tool when it’s thrust before you. Only after the implement is firmly in your grip do you begin to consider the possible implications. Where are we? What am I digging up? Fuck… this shovel has my fingerprints on it now… The thoughts running through your mind translate into a delayed reaction, and likely, a stupid look on your face. @@color:yellow;''“…dig”''@@ she repeats in the exact same intonation, no louder or more forcefully than before. Before even moving a single muscle, you begin to feel a trickle of sweat leak down from your hairline. You feel like you’re being watched, so you whip your head around to make sure the coast is clear. There are no evident witnesses besides you, Ada and the insects chirping away in the background. With some trepidation, you thrust the spade downward into the ground, as if delivering a fatal blow to the earth itself. A crunching, crackling sound makes you think of splintering bones, as if you struck the decayed fingers of a long deceased corpse. A distant crash of thunder freezes you in place, just a little too conveniently timed for your liking. Glancing at Ada, you see her gaze fixed on an object in the sky. Looking up, it’s clear that she is studying the moon, as it struggles to escape the clutches of dark, sweeping clouds. When you pry up the shovel, you’re relieved to find that an old, tangled root system was responsible for the horrible crunching sound. Ada steps closer, handing you a small, felt bag, tied shut by a pair of drawstrings. You accept the bag curiously, and immediately notice a strange smell emanating from within. With her eyes alone, Ada conveys that you should place the bag in the hole. The idea of burying something is a lot more appealing than digging something up, so you immediately deposit the bag and cover it over with loose soil. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/adamoon.gif" width="375" height="212"></center> Another thunder clap rings out, jerking Ada’s head back up to the sky, and you follow suit. The moon is full, shining brightly enough in the sky to light up the entire area. You’ve never seen a moon this large and clear, it’s kind of eerie and imposing. Staring helplessly at this powerful celestial body, it begins to form into a skull in your mind. Almost instantly, a torrent of rain showers down over the entire area, soaking you to the bone. Your body shivers uncontrollably, overwhelmed by feelings that you’ve done something incredibly wrong. ''“Gaaah!”'' you cry out as a strong, cold hand seizes you by the wrist. Realizing that Ada grabbed you is cold comfort in your current state. Looking deeply into her eyes, you can see a kind of fear or excitement that was never present before, although her face itself remains completely serene. Pulling you by the wrist, she hurries you toward the back door of the home. Your heart is thumping in your chest, feeling vulnerable under the weight of this corrupt moon. Ducking your head, you scurry after Ada like an insect afraid to be trod upon. She retrieves a key from under the doormat, unlocks the door, and the pair of you burst inside to escape the sudden downpour. [[Next|Week 2 : Coventry : Ada 3]]

With some effort, you're able to slam the door shut and block out the elements. A sickly anxiety knots up your stomach, and it feels like you have bugs crawling all over your skin. Ada acts quickly, pulling off your shirt before working on her own. You get the hint, frantically yanking off your clothes in an effort to escape the evil waters. ''“What the fuck, Ada!?”'' you demand. Nearly delirious, you allow yourself to be ushered onto a nearby couch, ''“What did we just do!?”''. Her only response is a blank stare, as she closes her cold hand around your frightened member. ''“AH-“'', your body jerks in response to her touch, and your cock begins to grow despite your reservations. ''“ADAAAaaaa?”'' you moan, desperate for an answer. She only stares back at you, fascinated by your little responses to her every touch. Gently, almost experimentally, she works your shaft up and down, bringing you to full mast. In a last effort, you grab her arm to halt the motion, ''“Ada… what did we bury out there???”''. You wait in silence for a tense few seconds before her delayed response issues forth, @@color:yellow;''“…death…”''@@. The word sends shockwaves of anxiety through your body, raising your hackles and ringing your ears. For the first time, you see genuine amusement on her face, and it makes you want to flee this place. <center><video width="1024" height="576" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/adabj.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ Ada’s lips come down over your hard cock, fully enveloping you into her mouth, ''“UHHHhhh!”''. There’s no resisting it now; the soft, warm texture of her tongue overwhelming the frigid temperature of her fingers. Naked, in this house, she is your only source of heat. Tensing up your legs, you instinctively thrust your hips out from the stimulation, seemingly offering yourself up to her in the process. She needs no prompting, rhythmically pumping her mouth up and down on your cock like a machine. The sucking, slurping sounds put you right on the edge, ''“OH FUCK!”'', you cry out. The stimulation ceases abruptly, and you can feel Ada’s cold hand clamping down on your cock before you can orgasm. A whining sound involuntarily escapes your lips, but she seems to have other plans, standing up and literally pulling you along by the penis. In a sexually inspired daze, you obediently follow her to the upper floor of the building. Along the way, you spot a number of pictures on the walls that don’t include Ada, not to mention a lot of Christian symbols and icons – this is definitely not her house. Ada opens a door at the end of the corridor revealing a nearly pitch black room, the only light coming from a nearby window. The storm rages outside, crashing down over the roof in a deafening ruckus, and when lightning flashes, you get a brief look at the interior of the room. This is clearly the master bedroom, housing little more than a large bed with some kind of crude circle drawn on the sheets. Ada climbs onto the bed on all fours, forcing you to kneel up on the bed right behind her. Using one hand to prop herself up, she controls your dick with the other, rubbing her moist hole against your stiff gland. @@color:yellow;''“HHHHHhhh”''@@ she exhales, allowing her body to flow into motion. The entire length of her torso winds and undulates like a serpent, mesmerizing your own turgid snake. Her inviting ass pushes backward, causing your mushroom head to briefly spread open her hot, wet flower. Maintaining her grip just below the head of your cock, Ada methodically rides the tip of your dick. You can barely make out her hushed words over the storming rain, @@color:yellow;''“…penetration…violation…desecration…”''@@. The intense heat pouring off of her previously cold body causes you to sweat profusely. You can’t stand the torment anymore, but you’re having a hard time taking hold of her slick, wiggling form. Finding purchase on the geometry of her hips, your stance lowers, aligning you perfectly for entry. Sensing your movement, Ada removes her hand and tilts up her pelvis, offering herself to you like a bitch in heat. ''“AAARRRGHHH!”'' you roar, driving your meat spear right through the silken armor of her defenses, fully penetrating her to the core with a single thrust. A flash of lightning illuminates the room for a split second, which is just enough time to see her back arch dramatically. The resilient tissues of her insides grip you, lovingly welcoming the invasion as you begin to pump. <center><video width="720" height="480" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/adadoggy.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ @@color:yellow;''“HH-HH-HH-HH”''@@ she breathes in excitement, timed to the beat of your cock slamming inside of her. In very short order, her tight pussy seems to work against you, not nearly as wet and pliable as it was just moments ago. It feels like her tunnel is closing up, producing a sticky substance rather than a lubricating one. Although this makes the penetration more difficult, it also triples the amount of heat and friction produced. With a grunt, you reassert yourself by forcing your way in, brutally fucking her resistant orifice. The wild penetration closely mimics the chaotic storm exploding all around you, as if you’re possessed by a demon, culminating in one large, abrupt crescendo. ''“FUUUUCK!”'' you bellow, barreling deeply into her. Every muscle in your body tenses up as your powerful load forces its way through your urethra, blasting into her unprotected womb like a fire hose. The pleasure nearly separates you from consciousness, sapping your strength until your muscles are completely slack. Ada falls forward, twisting over to look at from her back, down between her open legs. A bolt of lightning fills the sky, and you’re horrified by the split second of light. Her lower body is covered in blood… just like yours. Your breath catches in your throat, the image instantly burned into your mind. Ada’s body jerks up suddenly, like an angry marionette, rounding out her mouth with a bone-chilling shriek. Instinctively launching yourself backward off the bed, your hands clutch at your ears, while your body falls through the open doorway. Fearfully checking back over your shoulder, you blindly stumble through the hallway, bouncing of the walls and nearly falling down the stairs. The terrible siren’s call never wanes, shaking and vibrating the walls around you, compromising your very equilibrium. Scooping up your discarded clothes under one arm, you break out into the backyard. The rain absolutely pummels you in flight for the safety of your car. Unlocking the door and sealing yourself inside, you throw the car into gear, recklessly peeling out of the area. Naked, wet and bloody, your mind begins to clear as the panic subsides. Thinking quickly, you put on your shirt to avoid drawing the attention of other drivers, or maybe even the police. Imagine what they would think when they pull you over and find you covered in blood. Steering the ship for home, all you can think is - //''I've had enough of goth chicks''// <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <</if>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<print "Dominance +5">> [[Go to sleep|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]]

The mass of people seems to thicken nearer the center of the room, almost like a black hole, and you’re curious about the event horizon of this tribal phenomenon. It’s difficult to push your way through, but you’re finally able to lay eyes upon the center of attention - Two young, attractive girls dancing together in a scandalously erotic manner. Their bodies twist and grind against each other even more voraciously than their tongues. It seems you’re a bit late though, as their little show winds down to the hooting and hollering of approval from the crowd. This is the best time to make your move, so you cross the remaining distance to confidently approach the girls. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/coventrygirls.jpg" width="504" height="550"></center> ''“I dunno art, but I know what I like!”'' you flash a cheeky smile, introducing yourself, ''“I’m K”''. The blue haired one looks offended by your comment at first, but then seems thoughtful and curious about you. Perhaps the sheer gall of your brazen advance catches her interest, or maybe it’s just your alien attire. @@color:skyblue;''“Are you lost, little lamb?”''@@ she teases, mocking a frown at your expense. You decide to play along, ''“Maybe I am… Or maybe I’m a wolf in sheep’s clothing”''. This doesn’t amuse her at all, and she just stares into your eyes, as if she’s trying to read your mind. You betray nothing, staring back at her unblinking, with the same crooked smile on your face. Standing up a bit stiffer, she cuts through all pleasantries, @@color:skyblue;''“What do you want, Dolly?”''@@. You raise an eyebrow at her referencing ‘Dolly’ the sheep, recently becoming the first mammal ever to be cloned by scientists. Shrugging your shoulders, you respond, ''“What does any man want?”''. @@color:skyblue;''“HAHAHAHA!”''@@ she is absolutely tickled by your brash impertinence, @@color:skyblue;''“And what makes you think that YOU are worthy?”''@@, though it doesn’t seem to be getting you very far. Taking a confident step forward, you say the only thing that comes to your mind, ''“Well I can think of one way to prove it”''. @@color:skyblue;''“So can I!”''@@ she immediately retorts, turning to whisper into the ear of her cohort. The girls share a giggle, prompting the brunette to flash you an inviting look before turning to walk off into the crowd. Turning your head, you try to follow her with your eyes, but she’s soon lost in the gloom and your attention is diverted back to the other girl, @@color:skyblue;''“How about a little TEST?”''@@. Pointing her finger after the brunette, she instructs @@color:skyblue;''“The bathroom is right over there, enter the last stall and knock three times”''@@. Tilting your head to the side, you probe her for information, ''“Exactly what kind of test are we talking about here?”''. Smiling ear to ear, she delights in depriving you of the details, @@color:skyblue;''“A kiss under the stars…”''@@. Through the darkness, your eyes can just barely make out the graffiti constellation in the direction she indicated. You’ve come too far to back down now, so you give her a wink and wade out into the ocean of bodies, with nothing but the stars to guide your path. [[Next|Week 2 : Coventry : Basement : Clearing 2]]

<body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/coventrybar.jpg" height= "400" width="300" style="float:left;"/>\ After a few more minutes of crowd surfing, you break out of the pack, giving you a far better vantage of the bar. Snugly positioned in a carved out alcove, the bar is in stark contrast to the rest of the building. You quickly assume it must be a new addition to the room, but after a few seconds, it becomes very clear that it's actually older – much older. The cherry finished bar looks nearly flawless, polished to a high sheen, its shelves replete with glasses and bottles of various size and shape. Although fully furnished with all your alcoholic needs, there is one critical feature missing – a bartender. </body> <body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/coventryvampire.jpg" height= "463" width="308" style="float:left;"/>\ Finally pulling your eyes from the impressive booze fixture, you peer down the line and spot what appears to be a customer of this gloomy establishment. A beautifully sculpted creature lounges on one of the stools. Her raven mane contrasts the pale, milky color of her flawless skin. Slim yet busty, her curvaceous form is hidden only by a laced up leather halter top, a straining pair of matching shorts, and thigh-high boots. She stares thoughtfully into an ornate goblet containing a red liquid that you assume is wine. If she has noticed your approach, she gives no sign of it. You use this moment of advantage to consider your next move. She is incredibly beautiful, and yet, completely insulated from the goons and dregs of this place that you assume would be all over her by now. The nature of her ‘insulation’ eludes you, but she is noticeably different from the others. There’s a distinct air of class about her posture and demeanor, the way she delicately holds her glass. </body>\ Opportunities like this are few and far between, and besides... this is why you came here to begin with. ''"Good evening!"'' you make your play, leaning your elbow against the bar as smoothly as you can. Completely motionless, she offers no response to your greeting. In fact, she doesn’t even acknowledge your existence. Undeterred, you push onward, ''“Bartender!”'' you announce rather loudly, playfully slapping your hand down on the bar, ''“Another drink for the lovely lady!”''. This time, you can see the lids of her eyes gently lower in irritation, indicating that she isn’t amused by your antics. It’s all about persistence, you remind yourself, continuing your unsolicited siege on her vagina, ''“No word of a lie… You’re easily the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, and I just had to come and talk to you”''. Her eyes begin rolling up into her head, almost like she is experiencing physical pain from your nauseating pick-up attempts. Feeling a bit dejected now, you completely change your approach, settling down on the stool next to her, ''“Look, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be that guy…”''. When she doesn’t reply, you continue, ''“It’s my first time here, and you just seem a little different than everyone else”''. It’s difficult to tell, but you think this slightly puts her at ease, and she begins to expertly swish the liquid around in her glass. ''“I thought maybe you could show me around, because….”'', she slowly rolls the glass in her hand, seeming displeased by the properties of the liquid, ''“I’m a little different too…”''. Her head perks up a bit, then freezes in place, ''“Sorry for bothering you, I can tell you want to be alone…”''. ''“Have a good night”'' you offer, spinning away from her and rising to your feet. @@color:red;''“How about that drink?”''@@, the voice paralyzes you for a moment, sounding oddly hollow. Turning to face her, you’re startled to find that she’s right up in your face, nearly nose to nose. With an involuntary jerk of your head, your eyes travel down to examine the rise and fall of her heaving bosom. She intakes a deep breath, taking in your essence, causing her breasts to nearly bust out of their leather prison. When you finally look into her eyes, they twinkle with a hypnotic intrigue that immediately draws you in. Suddenly closing into you, her plump tits squash against your chest, filling your nostrils with the scent of lavender and brimstone. Slowly, she snakes a long, pink tongue out of her mouth, gently touching it to your lips. This immediately stiffens your cock, so you unleash your own tongue, flicking the tip against hers in a suggestive manner. Wasting no time, she firmly grasps your clothed cock, seductively sucking your tongue into her mouth and bobbing her head back and forth. Quickly pulling away from the kiss, she turns and begins to walk away while maintaining a tight grip on your cock. Breathless, you follow rght behind her, getting a great look at her perfect ass in the process. @@color:red;''“How about that drink? Hehehe”''@@ the eerie voice repeats, sounding like a man and woman both speaking at the same time. This is really starting to trouble you, and the closest onlookers seem very amused by your strange predicament. She expertly navigates the room, travelling along the perimeter instead of being impeded by the thick crowd. A small, dark alcove is cut into the wall, immediately turning sharply, which makes the passageway practically invisible at a glance. When she pushes through an unmarked door, you’re afraid of what may await you inside, but you're helplessly towed in. [[Next|Week 2 : Coventry : Basement : Bar 2]]

Although dirty, dilapidated and covered in graffiti, you’re relieved to find that it’s only a washroom, and not some kind of sex dungeon. You only get a brief look at the other occupants, but because of their makeup and attire, you can’t figure out if these are the male or female facilities. The thought disappears as you’re nearly flung into the closest stall, spinning around to land butt first on the toilet. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/coventrytoilet.jpg" width="600" height="338"></center> Closing the door behind her, the dark beauty closes in on you, making no effort to hide her predatory nature. She glides before you, sinking to her knees all in one fluid motion. Before you can even open your mouth to speak, she yanks your baggy pants down around your ankles, making your erect cock snap to attention. For a second she stares lustfully at your waggling member as it trembles, desperately needing attention. As if indulging in her favorite desert, she leans in to eagerly lick up the entire length of your cock. Her lips and tongue begin to lavish affections on your rigid pole, producing a glob of pre from your tip. You gasp and moan at the stimulation, yearning to penetrate those soft, sweet lips. As if reading your mind, she begins to engulf you, twisting that long tongue around the ridge of your head. ''“Oh Fuuuuuuck…”'' you moan, as she slowly sinks down the length of your pole. Without pause, she easily swallows you down to the root with practiced efficiency. You can feel her throat muscles contracting on your head, while her dutiful tongue works hard to massage your entire length. Pulling you all the way back out, she plants a loving kiss on your tip, wraps one of her hands around the base of your balls, and descends once again. With every stroke of her throat, she gently tugs your scrotum forward, urging you to thrust deeply into her mouth. When she increases the pace, you happily comply, lazily shutting your eyes and thrusting up into her mouth. Shaking in ecstasy, this is the greatest thing you’ve ever experienced - this might be what love feels like. Unable to maintain this level of bliss for more than a few seconds, you tighten up in anticipation of your imminent explosion. Sensing your approaching climax, she firmly clamps down on the base of your cock. With an amazing amount of suction, her lips travel the length of your shaft, loudly popping off your head. You gaze at her gorgeous face in complete adoration, hoping that she will lay the final stroke to this masterpiece of a blowjob. You cock is completely red and swollen, bright and bulging as a ripe fruit, pulsating with need. Her sweet tongue locates a particularly prominent vein near your base, lovingly tracing it with the tip of her tongue all the way up your shaft. The feeling drives you wild given your heightened sensitivity and you stare into her eyes, begging for release. The pleasant, smiling expression on her face seems vacant, and the muscles in her face begin to relax. Her expression drops, pulling down the corners of her mouth, and her eyes betray something hidden, something primal. You immediately experience a sinking sensation in the pit of your stomach, as fear begins to invade your senses. Slightly tilting her head to the side, you clearly hear her voice for the first time, and it sounds exactly like the exorcist – @@color:red;''“How about that drink?”''@@. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/coventryvampire2.gif" width="350" height="283"></center> ''“OH FUU- unnnnnghh”'' your cry is cut short when she roughly squeezes your balls. A strange growl is produced in her throat, initially similar to a cat, but then slowing down to a clicking sound more suited to a mantis. Plunging back down on your cock, she angles her jaw to sink one of her fangs into your vulnerable dick. A quick, sharp pain makes you wince, but you can’t push her off because she literally has you by the balls. Horrified, you gasp for breath in a panic, completely gripped by fear an unable to make a single sound. Content with a single nick, she hungrily gobbles down your captive member, releasing her pinch on your blood circulation. In throbbing relief, you violently erupt into her mouth, making your entire body buck and quiver. The amazing climax is accompanied by a hot, stinging sensation, as you feel the blood pulse out of you. Through slitted eyes, you can just make out the nameless vampire girl’s expression, and she appears to be enjoying this immensely. The insanely euphoric look on her face is akin to a drug addict finally getting a fix. You feel completely helpless as she continues to drain you, drinking your life’s essence from your built-in meat straw. A chill washes over your entire body, unquestionably due to the rapid loss of blood, and you weakly writhe in protest. Mercifully, it seems that her thirst is sated for the moment, allowing your exhausted, deflated member to fall limply from her lips. Moving gracefully and with deceptive speed, she glides out of the stall with nary a sound, as befitting a creature of the night. Your head swims, leaving you completely disoriented and on the brink of unconsciousness. Just as you feel yourself drifting off, you buck upright, determined to avoid passing out in this place. A brief examination of your organ reveals nothing but a tiny pinhole, incapable of producing any blood without applied pressure – or suction. Slowly recovering, you begin to realize that a lot of these goth chicks wear fake fangs and contact lenses for added effect. //''Vampires don’t exist… do they?''// Well one thing is for sure, hepatitis exists, and this is a great way to contract it. The thought disgusts you enough to spur a rapid departure, pausing only to tuck away your perforated penis. Sticking to the perimeter of the building, you trace your way along the walls until you locate the stairway. With one final backward glance, you remember that Sam is here – //''Fuck em, he ditched me as soon as we got here… He’s on his own.''// Completely unmolested in your exit of the building, you climb into your car and head for home, if slightly worse for wear. [[Go to sleep|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]]

Trying to move through the room is particularly annoying now that you have an ordeal to brave. With equal parts effort and patience, you’re able to navigate toward the sigil marked lavatory. A small, dark alcove is cut into the wall, immediately turning sharply, which makes the passageway practically invisible at a glance. The door is completely unmarked, so you’re unsure which sex this room in intended for, but you immediately dismiss the thought and step into the room. Although dirty, dilapidated and covered in graffiti, you’re relieved to find that it’s only a washroom, and not some kind of sex dungeon. You only get a brief look at the other occupants, but because of their makeup and attire, you still can’t figure out if these are the male or female facilities. It’s impossible to keep a low profile given your clothing, so you make a straight shot for the furthest stall, entering quickly and latching the door behind you. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/coventrytoilet.jpg" width="600" height="338"></center> The room is generally disgusting and intolerable, containing nothing other than a surprisingly well maintained toilet. You almost don’t want to touch the walls, but you firmly rap three times as instructed, causing the toilet roll holder to fall to the ground. The sudden noise surprises you, and you’re taken aback, staring first at the fallen device, and then at the hole it was previously occupying. There is a light source behind that wall, and you think you can hear someone on the other side. Is this your test? Is this some kind of dead drop for the delivery of drugs, or other illicit materials? Are you meant to bear witness to something that is currently happening on the other side of this divide? Overcome by curiosity, you squat down in front of the hole to get a better look. Just as your face nears the opening, something comes through to meet you head-on. <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><video width="720" height="540" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/coventrygloryhole.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ A large brown cock comes at you like a serpent out of the darkness, just narrowly missing a direct impact with your face. Reeling back, the shock of the moment renders you immobile for a split second, and just based on sheer instinct, you: [[Freeze|Week 2 : Coventry : Basement : Clearing 2 : Freeze]] [[Flee|Week 2 : Coventry : Basement : Clearing 2 : Flee]]

Completely bewildered, you dumbly stare at the thick piece of meat dangling right over your face. It looks massive from this angle, heavy and pendulous. In astonishment, you can’t help but examine the flared head and veiny shaft in every detail. Tracing your eyes across its mass, you realize that your own cock is rather underwhelming in comparison. The thought is rather embarrassing, and it reminds you of why you’re in this stall. This is a test, a chance to prove your worthiness under the stars… with a kiss. It’s all so clear now, you have to service this cock to win her approval, but is it worth it? Sex and gender seem to be very murky in this place, so maybe that’s why she has chosen to test you in this way. Maybe your exaggerated pride influenced this task, and this is a way of proving your humility – by submitting to a superior cock. You gasp at your own train of thought, just as the organ suddenly flexes, jumping up to paint you in precum from your chin to the tip of your nose. The strong musk immediately fills your nostrils, and you reflexively lick your lips. You quickly reach up to pull it away, but now you find yourself with a handful of cock. It immediately starts to pulse and harden in your grip, and for some reason, you can’t seem to let go. Slowly, the dark rod begins to move in your hand, sawing back and forth in very short strokes. You stare directly at the head, allowing your palm to be used as a masturbation device as you pucker up your lips. A clear fluid drips from the tip, slightly dissuading you from the task, but you quickly remember that it’s already coating your lips. Intent on completing your mission, you lean in to offer it a kiss. It’s difficult to time correctly, as the cock is moving in and out at the moment, so you try and position yourself right at the extent of its reach. At the right distance, you feel the damp tip hit the tip of your lips, but it pulls back before you can deliver your kiss. A long strand of precum now arcs below your lips and his cock, so you move in again, intent on hitting your mark. You’re poked in the lips again, with your kiss happening just after his cock has already moved away. Chasing him down, determined to time this perfectly, you end up out of position. The next thrust pushes right past your lips, filling your entire mouth with the spongy head of his cock. ''“-guugh-“'' you start, stunned by the sudden intrusion. The momentary lapse inspires the cock to increase in speed, popping in and out of your mouth in rapid succession. //''I can’t believe this is happening, I just came here to get some skins, and now I have a… a dick in my mouth''// The thought sends a wave of humiliation through your body, and you desperately try to redirect it. //''No! I’m only doing this to prove myself to… to…''// It dawns on you that you never even got her name. Some random chick just told you to come here, and you decided to suck someone off, all on your own. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/coventrygloryhole2.gif" width="600" height="450"></center> Coming out of your trance only reinforces the idea, as the soaked mushroom head repeatedly penetrates your face. The smooth head glides effortlessly between your moist, compliant lips. Submissively, you realize that your own dick is throbbing, desperate for some attention. You can’t lie to yourself anymore… you wanted to suck this cock… you needed to suck this cock. Giving in to the feeling, you release his cock, holding it between your lips while you fumble with your belt, trying to access your own neglected member. Clumsily, you lose your balance, breaking your squatting stance and forcing you forward onto your knees. The slight miscalculation propels half the rigid shaft into your mouth, the tip of it pressing right against the opening of your throat. ''“gak-gak-gak”'' you sputter, bug-eyed, as your mouth is forcibly pumped. It’s dizzying, but the more you accept it, the better it feels. Giving up on your belt, you begin to pull and squeeze your prick right through the outside of your clothes. Staring down the barrel of this dominant fuck-hammer, you feel small, intimidated by the impressive size as it fucks your mouth. The throbbing head insistently pushes at your throat, demanding entrance to your inner-most sanctity. Submissively, you stick out your tongue, opening yourself up completely. You feel his head stretch the entrance to your throat on the next stroke, but it fails to breach. A brutal thrust follows, and this time, his swollen gland is able to batter its way past your sphincter muscle, lodging itself in your passage. An intense tingling heat washes over your body as his thick wad blasts directly into your depths. You seize up and pull away, painfully scraping your throat over the ridge of his cockhead. He continues to shoot with half his cock still inside you, and though you’re disgusted by it, you obediently take it in the mouth like a slut. While part of his load gently trickles down the walls of your throat, you notice that you had a messy climax right in your underwear. When his softening meat slips from your mouth, you also unleash the remainder of his deposit onto the floor. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/coventrygloryhole3.gif" width="361" height="251"></center> Then as quickly as it arrived, the dark tentacle recedes back into the hole it sprang out of. Alone, on your knees, you feel a mixture of shame, confusion, and curiously… satisfaction. Cleaning yourself up with the roll of toilet paper on the ground, you nervously exit the stall, heading back to get the results of your test. [[Next|Week 2 : Coventry : Basement : Clearing 2 : Freeze 2]]

Reeling back, you almost land on your butt before you’re able to steady yourself against the stall. ''//Fuck this//'' you think, barging out of the stall, more than a little angry about the situation. Shoving open the door to the bathroom, you spot the blue-haired girl still waiting across the room. A little more assertively than before, you plow through the crowd of people, earning more than a few angry glares and muttered curses. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/twinsmad.jpg" width="453" height="413"></center> Blue looks angry with you, while her sidekick seems worried by the unexpected development. Before she can express her disapproval, you launch right into a sentence, ''“So, did I pass the test?”''. Her lips curl into a sneer, @@color:skyblue;''“I dunno… DID you? You came back here pretty fast”''@@. Smiling coyly, you shrug your shoulders at her question, ''“It depends on what the test was, from my perspective, I passed”''. Her only response to that is a slight tilt of her head, and an inquisitive look in her eyes. Taking a step toward her, you continue, ''“I’m the kind of guy who likes to be on… the other side of the fence, know what I mean?”''. The very notion seems to bore her. ''“Maybe I’m just not the kind of guy you’re looking for?”'' you offer, taking another step forward, close enough to force her to slightly look up at you, ''“Or maybe, I AM”''. You immediately recognize the look in her eyes, and no matter how much she feigns irritation or disinterest, she is clearly responding to your approach. The smile in her eyes finally begins creeping up the side of her lip, and she fails to suppress a mild snort of approval. @@color:skyblue;''“Maybe so…”''@@ she curiously replies, @@color:skyblue;''“But you still have to pass some kind of test”''@@. She silently meets your gaze for a few seconds before starting back up, but she addresses her companion instead of you @@color:skyblue;''“Mada, why don’t you take Dolly to the back and… evaluate him”''@@. Mada turns to her blue-haired friend, looking rather hurt, and even a little betrayed. @@color:violet;''“Eve, I- …”''@@ she stutters, pleading the girl with her eyes. Eve’s eyes widen slightly, seeming offended by the slightest hint of disobedience. @@color:skyblue;''“Now!”''@@ she firmly orders, making it clear that she will hear no argument. ''“The name’s K,”'' you remind her, though neither of them seem to care what you’re called. As Mada reaches forward to take you by the hand, you decide to… [[Accept her hand|Week 2 : Coventry : Basement : Accept her hand]] [[Assert yourself further|Week 2 : Coventry : Basement : Assert yourself further]]

Keeping your head low, returning to the clearing becomes a much easier feat, allowing the currents to carry you, rather than fighting against them. Drawing nearer, you see the two girls reunited, and they’re conversing with someone you can’t quite make out from this angle. When you break out into the clearing, the figure turns around, and it’s Sam. You want to shout at him for ditching you in this place, but the blue-haired girl speaks first, @@color:skyblue;''“I’m glad to see that you made it back in one piece, Dolly”''@@. You can barely look her in the eye, knowing exactly what you just did. Her gaze seems locked to your groin, and you’re embarrassed to find a small wet patch right over your crotch. Adjusting your posture, you quickly move to cover the area as inconspicuously as possible. Turning in your direction, Sam notices you for the first time, @@color:green;''“Yo, K! Where were you? I been looking everywhere, dog…”''@@. Somehow, you doubt that, and the look on your face likely conveys the same sentiment. @@color:skyblue;''“Oh, he’s been… occupied”''@@ she replies for you, smiling widely, @@color:skyblue;''“One of my little tests…”''@@. Nervously shuffling your feet, you can only hope she doesn’t tell Sam what just happened. @@color:green;''“For real, Eve?”''@@ Sam excitedly asks, playfully punching you in the shoulder, @@color:green;''“Like my test?”''@@. At least now you know the blue-haired chick is named Eve. <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/coventryeve.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ @@color:skyblue;''“Yeah”''@@, she snickers, @@color:skyblue;''“Almost EXACTLY like your test”''@@. You really don’t like the smile on her face right now, and what did she mean by that? @@color:skyblue;''“And since you… //came together//… I thought you should also be considered together”''@@. </body> //''WHAT?? ….oh fuck!''// A cold shiver runs through your body as you just realize that Sam was on the other side of the bathroom stall. All of the blood drains from your face, and the thought immediately turns your stomach. @@color:green;''“Word”''@@ Sam agrees, @@color:green;''“So are we in?”''@@. @@color:skyblue;''“To be honest, Sam, I wasn’t really thrilled by your performance tonight”''@@ she relays, frankly but honestly. @@color:green;''“Oh, word?”''@@ he answers, looking a bit disappointed. @@color:skyblue;''“But your friend over there,”''@@ she points at you with her pinky finger, @@color:skyblue;''“He did a great… //JOB//”''@@. You audibly groan, though thankfully not loud enough to be heard over the music. @@color:green;''“Say word, son!”''@@ he punches your shoulder in disbelief. @@color:skyblue;''“It was only his first night, so a kind of… //baptism// was in order, to get you two… //caught up//. It was //a lot to take in// for one night, but I was VERY impressed”''@@. Every skewed innuendo that comes out of her mouth is like another blow to your wounded ego. @@color:green;''“SAY WORD, SON!”''@@ Sam nearly jumps with joy, popping you in the shoulder a little harder than necessary in his enthusiasm. She giggles at Sam’s response, @@color:skyblue;''“Yeah, you’re in… And it’s all thanks to your friend, you should probably thank him”''@@. Before the words leave her lips, Sam’s strong arms close around your body. Squeezing you tightly, he slightly lifts you up off the ground in celebration, @@color:green;''“Fuck yeah!“''@@. Normally, this kind of male bonding would amuse you and lift your spirits in the name of camaraderie. In this case, it humiliates you, being manhandled by a guy who just unknowingly fucked your mouth. Suddenly feeling very ill, you gulp down a mouthful of saliva, and all you can taste is cock. @@color:green;''“Thanks, K!”''@@ he adds, kissing the side of your head for comedic effect. Both of the girls burst out laughing, and Sam plops you back down, proud to have amused the ladies. You know why they’re laughing though, because Sam effectively just thanked you for sucking his dick, and the kiss was just a cherry on top. Eve steps forward, @@color:skyblue;''“I expect to see both of you back here very soon… Yes?”''@@. @@color:green;''“Hell yeah, absolutely, one hundred percent!”''@@ Sam promises. When you don’t answer, Eve’s eyes narrow and she glares at you menacingly. ''“..y-yes”'' you concede, sounding a lot more obedient than you would have liked. @@color:skyblue;''“Excellent! Mada and I have a prior engagement this evening, but I will eagerly await our next encounter”''@@, with a strict nod of her head, she turns to take her brunette companion around the waist. This is the perfect opening for you to get the fuck out of here, and likely never come back, ''“Yo, let’s go man, I gotta jet”''. Sam seems a bit deflated by that, but he complies, considering he already got his nut off tonight. Returning to your car without incident, you fire up the engine just as Sam begins to speak, @@color:green;''“Holy fuck! What a night, huh K?”''@@. You don’t respond, trying to block him out while focusing on the road. @@color:green;''“Damn, this crazy bitch sucked my dick right through a hole in the bathroom stall, you believe that shit, dog? Hahaha”''@@ he gloats, grabbing his ample crotch in a vulgar manner. ''“heh, yeah…”'' you reply with very little enthusiasm, as a bead of sweat begins roll down your brow. @@color:green;''“How did it go for you?”''@@ he asks, seeming like he’s not really interested. Peering from the corner of your eye, you can see the outline of his cock right through his pants. Unconsciously, you recall what it looked like in great detail, and how submissive you felt when that stiff rod was shooting in your mouth. Nervously clearing your throat rewards you with a glob of seminal fluid that has been clinging to the walls of your throat, nearly making you gag. Swallowing it back down, you realize that you haven’t answered Sam’s question yet. Composing yourself the best you can, you slouch in your seat a little and respond, ''“…about the same…”''. Thankfully, Sam gets the point, and you continue the drive home in complete silence. <<if $masc > 0>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity -5">> <</if>>\ <<set $sub = $sub + 5>>\ <<print "Submission +5">> [[Go to sleep|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/telephone.jpg" width="400" height="253"></center> Picking up the phone, you punch in Ivan’s number with practiced efficiency. It rings, and rings, and rings… but he doesn’t pick up. Ivan must be home by now, but he’s probably not answering the phone based on what happened. You know how Ivan likes to keep up with technology, and he’s one of the few people you know that has caller ID, a display panel on your phone that allows you to see who’s calling. Just as you’re about to hang up, the phone line connects from the other end. @@color:cyan;''“Hello?”''@@ It seems you were overthinking the situation, and Ivan was probably just busy, ''“Hey Ivan”''. @@color:cyan;''“Uh, hey, Kev…. What’s up?”''@@ he nervously responds. His tone makes you feel some trepidation yourself, ''“Umm…”'' you sigh heavily before continuing, ''“Look, about what happened in the bathroom…”''. Trailing off, you’re secretly hoping he interjects so you don’t have to say it. Unfortunately, Ivan seems even shyer about the subject, so you press on ''“…Uhhh, I’ve been really confused lately, and when you… touched me, I… uhhh… Fuck, this is so WEIRD!”''. @@color:cyan;''“hehe… yeah… weird…”''@@ Ivan giggles nervously, mirroring your sentiment. ''“Shit, I’m sorry, man… and I hate to ask after… well, you know… but I’m so confused, Ivan… I’m freaking out, man… and I still need your help”'' you reveal. @@color:cyan;''“Of course, Kev! You can talk to me about anything”''@@ he graciously offers. ''“Thank you, man… Seriously, thank you… and Sorry again for… you know…”'' you genuinely reply. @@color:cyan;''“It’s ok, come on over, Kev, but you have to be gone before my parents get home”''@@ he finally assents, sounding like the old Ivan again. ''“You’re the best! I’ll be right there“'', slapping down the receiver, you head out to the car and it’s a fairly short trip to Ivan’s house. [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Ivan House]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/telephone.jpg" width="400" height="253"></center> Picking up the phone, you punch in Ivan’s number with practiced efficiency. It rings, and rings, and rings… but he doesn’t pick up. Ivan must be home by now, but he’s probably not answering the phone based on what happened. You know how Ivan likes to keep up with technology, and he’s one of the few people you know that has caller ID, a display panel on your phone that allows you to see who’s calling. Determined, you hang up the phone and punch in his number again, allowing it to ring a full cycle, with no luck. The tone pulsing in your ear begins to seriously annoy you, and the fact that Ivan isn’t answering your call begins to fuel the anger within you. You call again, tightly gripping the receiver, thinking about driving over to kick in his front door. Just as you’re about to hang up, the phone line connects from the other end. “.....” ''“Hello?”'' you ask. “.....” ''“Ivan?”'' your query is impatient. @@color:cyan;''“.....w-what, do you want?”''@@ he finally replies, his voice shaking slightly. ''“Ivan! Don’t hang up! Listen, man… I’m sorry, ok?“'' you offer. @@color:cyan;''“.....”''@@ ''“I didn’t mean to grab you like that, it’s just… Fuck, I don’t know what came over me, man… I just get so angry sometimes… I- …”'' lacking the descriptive ability to convey your feelings, you trail off, at a loss for words. You almost don’t want to trouble him further, but have no choice, ''“I feel like an asshole for asking, since I fucked up so badly, but… I still need your help, Ivan”''. @@color:cyan;''“.....”''@@ ''“Fucking… PLEASE, man! You’re the smartest person I know, and… I have nobody else I can talk to about this, you’re all I’ve got!”''. It’s very emotional for you, laying yourself bare in a moment of extreme vulnerability. @@color:cyan;''“.....You really scared me, Kev. It felt like you were bullying me”''@@ you can hear the despair in his voice. ''“I just lost it for a second, I was desperate, man… It won’t happen again… you know I’d never hurt you”'' you assure him. @@color:cyan;''“.....Ok, you can come over, Kev, but you have to be gone before my parents get home”''@@ he finally assents, sounding like the old Ivan again. ''“Yes! Thanks, man! I’ll be right there“'', slapping down the receiver, you head out to the car and it’s a fairly short trip to Ivan’s house. [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Ivan House]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/telephone.jpg" width="400" height="253"></center> Picking up the phone, you punch in Ivan’s number with practiced efficiency. It rings, and rings, and rings… but he doesn’t pick up. Ivan must be home by now, but he’s probably not answering the phone based on what happened. You know how Ivan likes to keep up with technology, and he’s one of the few people you know that has caller ID, a display panel on your phone that allows you to see who’s calling. Determined, you hang up the phone and punch in his number again, allowing it to ring a full cycle, with no luck. The tone pulsing in your ear begins to annoy you, and the fact that Ivan isn’t answering your call only fuels your need to contact him. You call again, tapping your foot on the ground insistently, thinking about driving over to bang on his front door. Just as you’re about to hang up, the phone line connects from the other end. "....." ''“Hello?”'' you ask, curiously. "....." ''“Ivan?”'' your query is hopeful. You hear a long sigh from the phone, @@color:cyan;''“.....what, Kev?”''@@ he finally replies. ''“Ivan! Don’t hang up! Listen, man… I’m sorry, ok? I didn’t mean for that to happen with you and Emma. I pushed you too fast when you weren’t ready, and I can help you do it the right way“'' you hurriedly explian. @@color:cyan;''“No…”''@@ his response is quick and resolute. ''“What?”'' you react, puzzled. @@color:cyan;''“I said, no…”''@@ he reiterates, slowly and clearly. ''“I can’t imagine how you must feel right now, Ivan, and I know it’s my fault. Please let me help fix thi-“'' you implore, before being cut off mid sentence. @@color:cyan;''“NO!”''@@ there is some anger in his voice now, which you’ve never seen before, @@color:cyan;''“I’m done with Emma, and I don’t want to hear anymore about it, Kev”''@@. It breaks your heart to know that you hurt him this badly, ''“Ok, I’m sorry man, I really am”''. @@color:cyan;''“Yeah, I know, you already said that…”''@@ he sounds very annoyed and growing more impatient with you by the second, @@color:cyan;''“Anything else, Kev?”''@@. You almost don’t want to trouble him further, but have no choice, ''“Man… I feel like such an asshole for asking, since I fucked things up for you so badly, but… I need your help, Ivan”''. @@color:cyan;''“.....”''@@ ''“Fucking… PLEASE, man! You’re the smartest person I know, and… I have nobody else I can talk to about this, you’re all I’ve got!”''. It’s very emotional for you, laying yourself bare in a moment of extreme vulnerability. @@color:cyan;''“.....”''@@ ''“…Iva-an?”'' your voice cracks, and you feel on the verge of tears. @@color:cyan;''“.....Ok, you can come over, Kev, but you have to leave before my parents get home”''@@ he finally assents, sounding like the old Ivan again. ''“Thank you! Thank-you-thank-you-thank-“'' he hangs up before you can shower him in any more solemn appreciation. Slapping down the receiver, you head out to the car and it’s a fairly short trip to Ivan’s house. [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Ivan House]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ivanhouse.jpg" width="640" height="446"></center> Ivan’s house is very respectable, standing out slightly among the adjacent suburban homes. Heeding his warning about running afoul of his parents, you decide to park your car just down the street and walk over. Though you’ve never met his parents, you’ve always gotten the impression that they are incredibly strict disciplinarians, with hopes of seeing their son finish medical school. Rapping carefully on the door, it only takes a few seconds before Ivan greets you and ushers you inside. He’s casually dressed in a T-shirt and pair of sweatpants, his hair looking rather wild and unkempt. In appreciation, you go in for an awkward hug that ends up being a strange pat on the shoulder and failed handshake. Clearing your throat, you pretend that’s exactly the type of greeting you intended, studying your feet for a moment, ''“Yo, thanks for doing this, man”''. Brightening up with a friendly smile, Ivan returns your pat, @@color:cyan;''“Of course, Kev… So, what’s going on?”''@@. While trying to console you, Ivan leads you into a nicely decorated room and signals you to sit on the couch before joining you himself. <<if $ivanemma == 1>>\ ''“It’s… Fuck, it sounds so crazy… but my body is changing, and even… my mind… I think”'' you explain, though it sounds so ludicrous that you can hardly believe it yourself. @@color:cyan;''“Changing?”''@@ Ivan asks, squinting his eyes as if trying to get a better look at you. <<if $body == 4 && $ivanemma == 1>>\ ''“You haven’t noticed?? I’m huge now! My muscles have grown, and my…”'' you whisper the last part, ''“My dick is bigger too”''. Ivan clams up and begins to redden, seeming embarrassed by your revelation, @@color:cyan;''“Oh, uhhh, really? …”''@@. Ignoring his reaction, you continue, ''“Yeah, REALLY… and sometimes I get so angry, like my temper is on a hair trigger!”''. Noticing that Ivan seems distracted, you try and get his attention, ''“Are you LISTENING, man?”'' you snap, almost losing your temper again. Ivan raises his eye level up to yours, @@color:cyan;''“Sorry, Kev, but this all sounds kind of...”''@@. ''“Crazy?”'' you finish his sentence for him. @@color:cyan;''“Illogical”''@@ he responds, lifting one finger into the air to correct you. <</if>>\ <<if $body == 2 && $ivanemma == 1>>\ ''“You haven’t noticed?? I’m tiny now! My muscles have shrunk, and my…”'' you whisper the last part, ''“My dick is smaller too”''. Ivan clams up and begins to redden, seeming embarrassed by your revelation, @@color:cyan;''“Oh, uhhh, really? …”''@@. Ignoring his reaction, you continue, ''“Yeah, and sometimes I feel so... scared”''. Noticing that Ivan seems distracted, you try and get his attention, ''“Are you LISTENING, man?”'' you snap, almost sobbing. Ivan raises his eye level up to yours, @@color:cyan;''“Sorry, Kev, but this all sounds kind of...”''@@. ''“Crazy?”'' you finish his sentence for him. @@color:cyan;''“Illogical”''@@ he responds, lifting one finger into the air to correct you. <</if>>\ <</if>>\ <<if $ivanemma != 1>>\ ''“It’s about the… changes…”'' you reluctantly admit. @@color:cyan;''“What?”''@@ Ivan asks, scratching his head, @@color:cyan;''“You’ve changed even more since last time?”''@@. ''“No, man…”'' you sigh, ''“You really can’t tell any difference, huh?”''. The only response you get is a wide-eyed look that conveys confusion, and concern. ''“I know we already talked about this, and things got…”'' you get a lump in your throat before continuing, ''“…out of control last time”''. Ivan shakes his head in disbelief, @@color:cyan;''“Sorry, Kev, but this all sounds kind of...”''@@. ''“Crazy?”'' you finish his sentence for him. @@color:cyan;''“Illogical”''@@ he responds, lifting one finger into the air to correct you. <</if>>\ You exhale heavily, sinking into the couch with a sense of defeat. Sensing your legitimate distress, Ivan gently places a hand on your shoulder, @@color:cyan;''“But that’s why we’re here, right Kev? So we can figure it out!”''@@. Always keen to reason his way through a mystery, Ivan’s excitement brings a smile to your face, ''“Ok, so what do you think could cause my whole body to change… overnight?”''. Rubbing his hairless chin in a contemplative gesture, he offers up an explanation @@color:cyan;''“Perhaps you were inserted into some kind of molecular recombination chamber”''@@. ''“What!?”'' you start in surprise, ''“Like in the movie 'The Fly'?”''. @@color:cyan;''“Yes!”''@@ he almost cheers, @@color:cyan;''“Exactly like that!”''@@ ''“Uhhh… no”'' you flatly reply. Returning to furiously scrubbing his tiny chin, he alights with another brilliant theory @@color:cyan;''“Maybe someone injected you with nanobots that are manipulating you from the inside”''@@. ''“No, man…”'' you quickly answer, trying to conceal your thinning patience. @@color:cyan;''“But how do you know?”''@@ he insists, taking a very conspiratorial tone, @@color:cyan;''“What if someone injected you while you were asleep?”''@@. You can’t actually prove him wrong, but it seems silly ''“That’s just so… random. Like the plot of some cheesy sci-fi thriller”''. @@color:cyan;''“Well I don’t know, Kev!”''@@ he seems a little exasperated by your response, throwing his arms out to the side @@color:cyan;''“I’m just guessing here, you wanna help me out a bit? Like… has anything strange happened recently? Did you ingest anything suspicious?”''@@. Reflecting back on the previous week, you’re kind of overwhelmed by all that transpired. With things moving so fast, you really haven’t had the time to stop and reflect on what happened. It’s all kind of a blur, melding together into one long, fucked up day. Noticing the difficulty you’re having, Ivan interjects, @@color:cyan;''“Just think back to the moments that stick out in your mind, and try to start as early as possible”''@@. This does make it easier, isolating a particular incident and analyzing it in precise detail, ''“Well, I went to school…”''. Taking a moment to think, you continue, ''“I went to math class…”''. Ivan seems to be the impatient one now, @@color:cyan;''“You don’t have to tell me everything that happened, Kev… Unless you ingested some kind of strange substance in math class, let’s move on to more pertinent facts”''@@. You never even considered it, but something does spring to mind ''“Shit, now that you mention it… I was talking to Amy in math class, and she gave me some kind of mint”''. @@color:cyan;''“Mint?”''@@ he repeats the word like it’s the first time he ever heard it, @@color:cyan;''“hmmm… what did this //mint// look like?”''@@. In order to answer his question, you’re forced to reveal a few more details, ''“Well… I don’t really know, she didn’t exactly give it to me, she kind of… fed it to me”''. Ivan’s cheeks flush slightly at your admission, @@color:cyan;''“Oh, I see…”''@@. Trying to regain his composure and lean on logic, he asks, @@color:cyan;''“Did you identify the taste? And how many milligrams do you think it was?”''@@. ''“It was kind of sweet and spicy, but I couldn’t really place it … and I’m not sure how much there was, she fed me more than one of them, I can’t remember how many”'' you answer honestly, trying to be as informative as possible. Arching one of his eyebrows, Ivan looks very interested now, @@color:cyan;''“That’s pretty weird, Kev… It’s probably nothing, but can you get me one of those mints? I’d like to examine it”''@@. It seems like a stretch, over something as simple as a mint, but you nod, indulging Ivan’s thought process. @@color:cyan;''“Is there anything else you can think of? Remember, try to think chronologically, from one event to the next”''@@ he instructs. The next thing you recall is the time spent with Bonnie, ''“Oh yeah, I snorted some codeine pills”''. Ivan’s jaw nearly hits the floor, and no matter how hard he works it open and shut, no sound comes out. ''“It’s not what you think, man!”'' you insist, ''“I thought it was cocaine!”''. @@color:cyan;''“Holy SHIT, Kev!”''@@ it’s very rare for Ivan to curse, so you’re a bit taken aback, @@color:cyan;''“Are you nuts!?”''@@. ''“I know… I know… but that wasn’t even the weirdest part, we watched this fucked up movie with all these flashing splash frames on it”'' you explain. If Ivan was confused before, he’s absolutely dumbfounded now. ''“It was called, Rocky… something… Horror? It sounded good at first, but it was a musical”'' you nearly gag just thinking about it. All expression melts off Ivan’s face and he looks mortified, @@color:cyan;''“The Rocky Horror Picture Show?”''@@ he almost whispers. ''“Yeah, that’s it!”'' you affirm. Taking a moment before slowly answering, Ivan looks right into your eyes, @@color:cyan;''“There are no flashing images or splash frames in that movie”''@@. Just as the fact begins to soak into your mind, Ivan tugs at your sleeve, @@color:cyan;''“You have to get a hold of that tape, Kev!”''@@ Eyes wide, you nod several times, wondering how you got caught up in all this. @@color:cyan;''“Now listen to me, you have to think really hard, Kev, was there ANYTHING else?”''@@ he stresses, looking more serious than you’ve ever seen him. Wracking your brain, the various events flash through your mind like a malfunctioning over-head projector. Following Ivan’s advice, you try to focus your thoughts, taking a deep breath and letting your eyes fall shut. The images shift and bend abstractly, changing so quickly that it’s difficult to discern one from another, until it all falls to black. In that instant, you begin to feel at ease, drifting gently into... ''“The void!”'' you gasp, opening your eyes suddenly, and to your horror, all color has drained from the world. It nearly stops your heart from fright, but with a single blink, everything returns to normal. Hanging your head in your hands, a shiver travels through your body, and it almost feels like you’re going insane. Ivan’s presses his palm against your cheek, taking you by the chin and gently raising your eyeline to meet his own, @@color:cyan;''“Are you alright, Kev?”''@@. You give him a far off stare, as if you’re looking right through him. The concern on his face prompts you to swallow hard and compose yourself, ''“I remember... There was this crazy weed called Adam and Eve, and after one hit, I saw...”''. It’s difficult to even comprehend the experience in your own head, let alone to make sounds with your mouth, in English, to try and encapsulate that moment, ''“...I saw some crazy shit, man... maybe... God? Fuck, I dunno...”''. Ivan seems uneasy, likely due to the look on your face rather than the content of your speech, @@color:cyan;''“Adam and Eve? God??”''@@. Tilting his head to one side, Ivan’s skepticism returns at full force, @@color:cyan;''“Marijuana is a hallucinogen, the drugs were probably playing tricks on your mind”''@@. Perhaps because of your vulnerable state, he quickly reverts to being supportive, @@color:cyan;''“It could have been laced with something though... I could check it out if you get me a sample...”''@@. Almost imperceptibly, you slightly nod in agreement, overcome by the memory. @@color:cyan;''“Hey!”''@@ Ivan brightens up, clapping you on the shoulder, @@color:cyan;''“You wanna hang out? Play some games?”''@@. <<set $ivanweek2 += 1>>\ [[Hang out with Ivan|Week 2 : After School : Ivan House : Games]] [[Go home|Week 2 : After School : Ivan House : Leave]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ivanbedroom.jpg" width="596" height="520"></center> Following Ivan’s lead, you climb the stairs up to the second floor and into Ivan’s bedroom. Fantasy posters, intermixed with japanimation shots paper the walls. A station sits in one corner where Ivan paints his lead figurines for gaming sessions. The middle of the room is dominated by his bed, flanked by his most prized possession – His IBM 486 computer (whatever that means). Everything else aside, there’s no doubt that Ivan is a nerd, who else would be so fascinated by computers? Besides, console games are so much better. @@color:cyan;''“Ok, Kev, watch how it’s done!”''@@ he announces, powering on the monitor and taking a seat in the chair. When the screen slowly comes to life, you smile, immediately recognizing the game appearing on the screen. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/battletech.gif" width="640" height="400"></center> Ivan takes the role of Jason Youngblood, an aspiring mechwarrior nearing the end of his training. Upon his graduation test, the citadel is attacked by a quartet of Kurita Jenner mechs stacked with medium lasers. Armed with nothing but a Chameleon and meager skills, you’re intended to flee the city and escape combat. Ivan takes great delight in the challenge of repeatedly trying to win this seemingly impossible battle. Immediately powering south, Ivan hopes to trap the enemy mechs on an L-shaped building near the bottom of the map. With no contact after the first round, he reverses course and heads back to the north, hoping to lure a single Jenner out into the open. Success! With an enemy in sight, he continues north, using his large laser to target the mech from long range. ''“OOHHHHHH!”'' you marvel, as the Jenner takes a direct blow to the head, killing the pilot instantly and bringing the tally of Kuritan invaders to three. Ivan smiles broadly, kiting another mech out from behind cover and repeating the process. His next shot misses, so he continues to flee north. After another round of the same, he runs headlong into a wooded area that slows him down. Switching to jump jets, Ivan fires again, destroying the left torso of the nearest Jenner and cutting its arsenal in half. Unfortunately his heat level has risen to the point where movement has become constrained, and he’s out of position which draws in the other two mechs as well. Ceasing all fire, Ivan focuses on staying out of range and escaping to the north where another choke point awaits. Unfortunately, he slightly miscalculates the Jenner speed and begins to take blasts to the rear center torso. With barely any armour on that part of his mech, he soon takes an engine hit, further impairing his movement, and is finally gunned down by the over-powered opponents. @@color:cyan;''“Aww, man.... That’s so cheap!”''@@ Ivan complains. ''“hehe”'' you chuckle, ''“I thought you had it in the bag that time, Ivan... That headshot was insane, man!”'' @@color:cyan;''“Yeah, I guess...”''@@ he smiles, feeling a little better about the loss @@color:cyan;''“You’re up, Kev, I have to use the bathroom”''@@. Most computer games are single player only, so you and Ivan have to take turns. It seemed boring at first, but you have actually come to enjoy watching someone else playing videogames. Acting as a sort of co-pilot, you’re able to see things he may not, and make suggestions that could help. You do laugh at the notion though, as you shift your position from the bed to the computer chair. <body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/mirclogo.jpeg" height= "150" width="150" style="float:left;"/>\ Accidentally, your hand mashes the top corner of the keyboard and the game shuts down, leaving you at the computer home screen, ''“Shit!”''. Taking hold of the mouse, you scan over the various icons, but you don’t recognize the one that might start up battletech. Although you do spot one icon that looks like the computer version of pacman, so you decide to play that until Ivan returns. When you click on the Icon, a new window pops up that looks very strange. </body>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ircchat.jpg" width="670" height="414"></center> A number of operations happen automatically, including several strange ‘ding’ sounds through the speakers. You can’t quite make out what you’re looking at, but one thing is for sure, this isn’t pacman. With your limited experience using these machines, you can recall some of the old apple computers that were all text-based. Starting from the top left, you try to read what’s on the screen - ‘Undernet, russianboy'. //''What’s undernet? It sounds like, underworld... Is Ivan some kind of computer hacker?''// Just as the thought crosses your mind a ‘ding’ rings out and you notice a small red box with the letters ‘HNGDDY’ appears on the top bar of the screen. The rest of the window is blank, save for a white bar at the bottom with a flashing cursor, where you assume that commands can be entered. Curiously, you click on the red box and the screen seems to blink for a second. Nothing much seems to have changed, until you notice something near the bottom of the window. @@color:red;''HNGDDY: hi boy''@@ You stare at it for a moment before you realize, this is another person, sending you a message over the computer. The very thought of it is mind blowing, while you assumed this has been possible for a while, you’ve never actually seen it before. ''“woah...”'' you whisper, peeking from the corner of your eye to make sure the coast is clear. Excitedly, you hunt and peck for the appropriate letters on the keyboard to spell out a response before hitting the enter key. ''Russianboy: hello'' @@color:red;''HNGDDY: :)''@@ His message was nothing but a colon, followed by closed parentheses, though from the side, it kind of looks like a smiley face. @@color:red;''HNGDDY: Have you thought about my offer? Easiest $200 you’ll ever make, boy''@@ This really gets your mind racing; clearly, this person has spoken with Ivan before, perhaps it’s some kind of hacking fixer offering a job, just like in shadowrun. Without the details, you’re reluctant to answer, fearing that he may discover you’re not really Ivan. While thinking of a way to covertly extract information from the stranger without raising suspicion, another message appears. @@color:red;''HNGDDY: I’d love to MEAT you!''@@ That sends you for a loop, and you begin to feel very strange about this interaction. That couldn’t be a misspelling, all in capital letters... could it be some kind of code? The pervert in you interprets the message in a very immature way which couldn’t be what it meant... Come to think of it... HNG Daddy sound like... ‘ding’ <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/hngdaddy.jpg" width="500" height="500"></center> <</if>>\ An image appears that nearly fills the entire screen. Your eyes bulge out in shock at what you’re seeing, completely blindsided by this turn of events. ''“The fuck?”'' you gasp, barely able to suppress an audible cry. The photo depicts a man from the neck down, completely naked and matted over with fur. The piece of meat he was referring to is frightening, more befitting a farm animal than a human being. For some reason, you’re enthralled, and you can’t seem to look away. @@color:red;''HNGDDY: you like Daddy’s cock, boy?''@@ You hear the bathroom door slam shut from down the hall, prompting you to desperately slap at the top left of the keyboard, hoping to close the window like last time. Thankfully, it works, just as Ivan walks into the room, @@color:cyan;''“Hey, Kev... How did you fare against the... hey, what happened?”''@@. ''“uhhh, yeah, sorry...”'' you scrub at the back of your neck, just noticing how much you’re sweating, ''“I hit something by accident and the game shut down”''. Ivan seems to accept your explanation, though he does give you an odd look, @@color:cyan;''“Are you sure you’re ok, Kev? You look kind of... red”''@@. Going along with Ivan’s train of thought, you’re happy to shift the focus of your discomfort, ''“It’s all to take in at once, ya know? I just need...”''. [[To go home|Week 2 : After School : Ivan House : Leave]] <<if $weed > 0>>\ [[Smoke a spliff|Week 2 : After School : Ivan House : Smoke]] <</if>>\ <<set $computer = 1>>\

''"I'm gonna splt, man... I have to get some sleep"'' you exhale, rising to your feet. @@color:cyan;''“Are you sure, Kev?”''@@ Ivan worries, almost pulling you back down. Producing a tight smile, you try to reassure him, ''“Yeah, I’m cool... and thanks for listening”''. Ivan smiles warmly, and you can tell that he really cares about you, @@color:cyan;''“Ok, but if you want to talk, just call me, I’m here for you, Kev”''@@. Stepping forward to offer him your hand, Ivan tries to hug you, and you return the gesture with your other arm. You both giggle at having bungled the interaction once again, stepping back to regard one another. ''“Thanks, my man”'' you reply, opening the door and stepping through the threshold. @@color:cyan;''“Oh, Kev! Don’t forget to get... uhhh, those things”''@@ he stresses, though somewhat awkwardly. ''“No doubt”'' you answer, walking up the street to collect your vehicle and head for home. The rest of the night is spent contemplating your situation, and the quest Ivan has set you upon. [[Go to sleep|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]]

''"To smoke a spliff"'' you decide, just the thought of it is already starting to make you feel more relaxed. Ivan looks worried, @@color:cyan;''“Are you sure that’s a good idea, Kev?”''@@. Breaking the weed between your fingers, you carefully load it into a single, zigzag rolling paper, ''“Trust me, man… This is a great idea right about now, hehe”''. Expertly twisting the combustible party favor into shape, you screw it between your lips and begin searing for your lighter. @@color:cyan;''“Hey! Don’t light that in here, Kev, let’s go out to the backyard”''@@ Ivan warns, breathing a sigh of relief when you immediately comply. Once the fresh, outside air hits your face, you spark it up, taking a few big, satisfying hauls off the small joint. The very scent of the plant filling your lungs provides a sense of relief, and when you exhale, the stressful emotions are expelled as well. Halfway through your indulgence, you spot Ivan watching you intently. Blowing out a cloud of smoke finished off with a few rings, you pass the joint over to Ivan without even looking in his direction. @@color:cyan;''“No way, Kev!”''@@ he reacts, shrinking away from the offering. You really want to see what Ivan is like when he’s high, and nobody wants to fly alone anyways, ''“Aw come on man, just one hit?”''. @@color:cyan;''“I say ‘no’ to drugs, Kev, and I wish you would too”''@@ he sulks, folding his arms across his chest in a defensive posture. Considering what you just saw on Ivan’s computer, you can’t help but pressure him a little bit, ''“Ok, fine… but I don’t understand why you can’t just keep an open mind, ya know?”''. There’s a strange twinkle in his eye, as if he somehow understands how you feel, so you continue, ''“…maybe try some new things?”''. He is clearly contemplating something, which makes you go even further, ''“Here, just put it in your mouth”''. Ivan rebels against your insistent prodding, @@color:cyan;''“Stop it, Kev! You’re being a jerk!”''@@. Sighing, you pull back, taking another hit yourself, ''“Cool, whatever, man… I’m just trying to share something amazing and wonderful with my friend, and you… you just don’t know what you’re missing…”''. This dampens your mood, which is evident when you break eye contact with Ivan, and turn your body away, giving him the cold shoulder. @@color:cyan;''“Ughhh”''@@ he groans, clearly annoyed now, @@color:cyan;''“Gimme that thing, I’ll take one hit, if you stop crying about it…”''@@. ''“For real!?”'' you gleefully ask, ''“Yes! You’re the MAN! I knew you wouldn’t go out like that”''. Ivan rolls his eyes, holding the joint between two fingers like a cigarette and taking an exploratory whiff of the tip. He wrinkles up his nose at the aroma in a way that makes you smile, but he finally sucks some smoke into his mouth before blowing it right back out. ''“Come on, man, that doesn’t count, you have to actually inhale it. You’re just wasting it now…”'' you instruct, and it’s obvious that Ivan doesn’t know how to inhale. ''“Just fill your mouth up with smoke again, then breathe in really fast and try to hold it inside”''. Executing your orders to the letter, he gets a takes a big haul, right to the face. Almost immediately, he coughs with his lungs full of smoke. The sight makes you wince a bit, knowing just how unpleasant that can feel. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ivanweed.gif" width="500" height="224"></center> You quickly retrieve the joint from his fingers as he degenerates into a full on coughing fit. In an effort to cheer him up, you begin patting him on the back, ''“hahaha, don’t worry, man… it happens to the best of us. You really stepped up to the plate here and I have to say, I’m pretty impressed…”''. In between coughs, Ivan gives you an angry look through bloodshot eyes, while you finish off the joint. Burying the roach in the garden, you lead Ivan back inside and head up to his room. <<set $weed = $weed - 1>>\ <<print "Weed - 1">> [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Ivan House : Tickle]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ivanbedroom.jpg" width="596" height="520"></center> Just before you reach the bed, Ivan’s knees give out, but you manage to catch him before he hits the ground. ''“Shit... Ivan! Are you, ok?”'' you ask, lightly patting him on the cheek. @@color:cyan;''“mmmmm”''@@ he groans as if half-asleep, his eyes slitted nearly shut. Sitting him down on the bed, you take his side, propping him upright with an arm across his shoulders. Unfortunately, his head starts bobbing around with his neck unable to support it. Cradling his head, you notice that Ivan’s breathing is erratic and his heart rate has increased, ''“Yo! Ivan! ... IVAN!”''. Now you’re getting worried, what if Ivan is allergic to weed or something? He could be going into anaphylactic shock right now for all you know. Your own heart begins to beat quicker as the sense of panic begins to rise, so you try to shake him awake, ...''“IVAN!!”''... His head topples forward, nearly landing in your lap, @@color:cyan;''“h-h-h-h-h-h”''@@ a kind of clicking sound comes from his throat. Taking his head in both hands, you raise his face up to yours, trying to look into his lidded eyes, and that’s when you see it. ''“Are you laughing??”'' you demand, noticing that Ivan is red-faced, desperately trying not to laugh. ''“YOU’RE LAUGHING!”'' it’s a shout more than anything, and Ivan completely explodes into a fit of giggles. ''“Damn! That’s fucked up, man… I was about to call an ambulance!”''. @@color:cyan;''“heeheeheehee, oh, shut up, Kev!”''@@ he jokes, lashing out a clumsy hand intended to shoo you away. Instead, he ends up smacking you right in the middle of your face before losing his balance, dropping the same hand down onto your groin to support himself. ''“UHH”'' you groan, instantly stimulated by the feeling of his hand on your cock, albeit through your clothes. In your heightened state, your cock helplessly hardens at the unexpected contact. You share a shocked look with Ivan, ceasing all mirth for a moment, before he covers his mouth with one hand and begins to giggle again. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ivanlaugh.gif" width="260" height="195"></center> ''“What’s so funny, huh?”'' you ask, feeling a little embarrassed. In between giggles, he gives you a sleepy, impish look before answering in a cute little voice @@color:cyan;''“nuuuu-thiiiing heeheehee:..”''@@ ''“nuuuu-thiiiing?”'' you mock him in a high-pitched girly voice. ''“How about this? Is this funny?”'' you have a laugh of your own now, playfully poking Ivan’s side. @@color:cyan;''“AHHHHHHH- HAHAHA!”''@@ he shrieks with laughter. ''“Ohhh I see, how about THIS!?”'' you exclaim, squeezing his thigh just above the knee. @@color:cyan;''“AAAAAA!! AHAAHA!! KEEEEEV! STOP!”''@@ he manages to get a word out every so often between laughing hysterically, @@color:cyan;''“HAHAHA! TICKLESSSSSSS!!!”''@@. Feeling particularly sadistic after Ivan’s little ruse, you give him a short break before standing up and ferociously attacking both of his sides. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ivantickle.gif" width="300" height="168"></center> Cackling uncontrollably, Ivan twists and bucks under your wiggling fingers, @@color:cyan;''“AHAHA KEEEEEV!! HAHAHA PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!!”''@@. Desperate to escape the irresistible tickling, he manages to flip over on all fours, quickly trying to scamper across the bed. ''“Hehehe, where do you think you’re going?”'' you grin, catching hold of his ankle. @@color:cyan;''“WAAAAAAH!”''@@ he wails in amused terror at being caught by the tickle monster. @@color:cyan;''“No-no-no-no-no-no!”''@@ he begs, while you drag him back by one leg, furiously tickling the bottom of his foot. Hoarse from laughter, Ivan begins to make noises more akin to moaning and gasping for breath as you titillate and torture him at the same time. When he begins to kick out of pure instinct, you barely avoid catching one right in the chops. In trying to adjust your grip, your hands accidentally end up sliding along his thighs, calves and butt without establishing a grip on him. Dodging a final, blind kick, you dive on top of Ivan, pinning him down with your body. Within seconds you have a hold of Ivan’s wrists, pulling them tight to his chest with your arms wrapped around him from behind, ''“Hahaha, what are you gonna do now?”''. He futilely tries to pull his arms free of your grip, tilting his shoulders back and forth like a contortionist in an effort to escape. You almost lose your balance when Ivan pushes off with one leg, trying to flip you over. At the last moment you’re able to maintain the top position, and this time, you press down heavily with your hips, hoping to completely immobilize him. @@color:cyan;''“mmmmmmm”''@@ Ivan moans like a trapped animal, panting in exhaustion. After a few more bucks and bumps, you can feel Ivan relent. All the fight has been drained out of him by attrition, submitting to your dominant position in this impromptu wrestling match. Feeling a bit winded, you rest your head on the pillow right over top of Ivan’s shoulder. When he turns his head to face you, the smile on his lips warms your heart. Slowly, but surely, the grins begin to fade from both of your faces, and you become aware that your dick is rock hard, and wedged right between Ivan’s compact cheeks. There’s a dreamy look in his eyes, conveying that Ivan absolutely adores you. Something about this feels wrong, but so much more of it feels right... Staring back at him, you begin to notice how soft Ivan’s skin is, and how tightly you’re holding him. As his sleepy eyes begin to close, his moist lips gently part open. Before you know it, you’ve met him halfway, pressing your lips against his. @@color:cyan;''“mmmmmphh!”''@@ he squeaks in surprised delight. Casting off all inhibitions, you begin to passionately kiss him, pushing your hungry tongue into his eager mouth. Just now realizing that you’ve also been thrusting and grinding against his receptive butt... and what’s more, Ivan is pushing back. Huffing and puffing, you begin to rhythmically hump against Ivan’s tight little ass, causing the bed to creak with every rock of your hips. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ivanhump.gif" width="398" height="220"></center> @@color:cyan;''“MM-MM-MM –MM-MM”''@@ he whines around your tongue, the pitch of his voice rising higher with every subsequent thrust. Suddenly, you hear a click from the bedroom door, causing you to bolt upright, now straddling Ivan on your knees. With no time to act, you fix your gaze on the door, wondering who is coming inside. On the contrary, what you see is the door coming to a close, without knowing who may have stolen a glance. Carefully standing up and sneaking to the door, you look through the keyhole, but the hallway is empty. Turning your attention back to Ivan, he’s got one arm covering his chest, and another over his groin, even though he’s fully clothed. You completely understand how Ivan is feeling right now, he feels the same way you do – exposed. There’s a desperate questioning look in his eyes, though he dares not speak, so you shrug your shoulders to indicate that you have no information to share. Positioning yourself at the door, you share a last look with Ivan. He knows you have to go, but the longing in his eyes tell you he wishes you could stay. Carefully opening the door, you tiptoe through the hall and down the stairs without any sign of Ivan’s parents. The closer you get to the exit, the more intense your desire to flee becomes. When the front door is within your grasp, you spot an empty sedan parked in the driveway. Making a break for it, you sprint down the road to your waiting vehicle. It’s a short trip home, and the rest of the night is spent contemplating your situation, and the quest Ivan has set you upon. <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <</if>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<print "Dominance +5">> [[Go to sleep|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/coop.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> It’s a short distance to your destination, the government housing complex just around the way. The path is often fraught with bullies and thugs, constantly on the prowl for potential victims. Though mostly nocturnal in nature, some of them operate by day, if rather sluggishly. With the sun directly overhead, you’re protected from the forces of darkness, seeing you unmolested during your trip. Traversing the twisting, narrow streets of the projects can be somewhat confusing, so you have to rely on several small landmarks on the way. Eventually you come to a door that looks remarkably similar to every other door you've passed, with the exception of some scrape marks near the deadbolt suggesting forced entry. You recognize it as Mickey’s door, even though there is no visible numbering on the outside. Taking a quick scan of the area, you confirm that there is nobody in sight, so you quickly rap on the door. After about a minute with no reply, you begin to feel nervous and exposed in this position, though the place seems deserted. Knocking once again, this time more quickly and urgently, you nearly press yourself flat against the door. Again, there is no response, and every passing second feels like an eternity. Losing your patience, you begin to repeatedly pound on the door with the heel of your fist, and if someone doesn’t answer soon, you just might knock it down at this pace. Suddenly, the door opens inward, causing you to nearly fall forward before catching yourself on the doorframe. @@color:gold;''“What the FUCK!?”''@@ Mickey growls, standing before you with nothing but a bunched up bed sheet to cover his modesty. The pillow creases on his face and the gunk in the corner of his eyes makes it clear that he just woke up. ''“Yo, Mick… it’s me”'' you reply. @@color:gold;''“You? Who the fuck ARE you??”''@@ he answers, slightly closing the door to potentially bar your entrance. ''“Are you smoking crack? I came by last week with G for…”'' quickly checking to see if the coast is still clear, you continue, ''“the stuff”''. Mickey scrubs at his eyes, blinking repeatedly trying to make out your face, @@color:gold;''“OHHH, you’re G’s girlfriend, right? HAWWW HAWWW HAAAAAAW”''@@. Gripped by paranoia, you lean in and hoarsely whisper, ''“Can we talk about this shit inside, dog? This is bait out”''. While Mickey seems to consider the proposal, you kiss your teeth, pushing past him into the house. @@color:gold;''“AY!”''@@ he complains, but now you understand why Gary had to secure entrance the same way last week. @@color:gold;''“Fucking SURE, come RIGHT on in, asshole…”''@@ he grumbles. The familiar sitting room is still a complete and utter pigsty, consisting of two ancient, duct-taped couches facing each other, and several stacks of milk crates serving as a coffee table. Other than that, the perimeter of the room is littered with empty bottles of booze and old fast food packaging. Plopping down on the couch, you breathe a sigh of relief now that your nefarious dealings are out of the public eye. Mickey sits opposite you, lazily propping one leg up on the stack of milk crates, inadvertently exposing himself. Putting the thought out of your mind, Mickey comes to life, finally piecing the nature of your relationship together, @@color:gold;''“Yo! I told you to have my money by Monday morning, it’s fucking NOON!”''@@. That makes you laugh, considering how long it took for Mickey to wake up ''“For real, man? How do you know I wasn’t banging on your door bright and early? …with your tired ass…”''. He contemplates your response while lazily scratching his crotch, @@color:gold;''“You’re late, so it’s ten percent interest now”''@@. This really irks you, ''“Yo, FUCK that shit, dog! If you want interest, you better say that shit from the beginning”''. Mickey just stares at you in response with no obvious expression on his face, but you can tell things are not getting off to a good start. Unyielding, you continue to stare right back at him in defiance. He kisses his teeth, @@color:gold;''“Get my fucking money up, then take your punk ass out of here”''@@. <<if $money >= 200>>\ [[Pay Mickey $200|Week 2 Mickey Lunch: Pay][$money = $money - 200]] <</if>>\ [[Don't pay|Week 2 Mickey Lunch: Don't Pay]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/pizza.jpg" width="500" height="300"></center> Stepping into the pizza shop, you slap a five dollar bill down on the counter and patiently wait your turn in line. By the time you get up to the counter and pick up your order, it looks cold and dried out. You find a spot to sit down and begin to gnaw away at your lunch, much like a dog chewing on an old sneaker. <<if $high > 0>>\ As the pizza sits in your stomach, the meal helps to whittle away at your high. You are no longer under the effects of the drugs you've taken. <<set $high = 0>>\ <<print "Intoxication = 0">> <</if>>\ <<set $money = $money - 5>>\ <<print "Money -5">> [[Next|Week 2 Lunch Transition]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/coop.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> It’s a short distance to your destination, the government housing complex just around the way. The path is often fraught with bullies and thugs, constantly on the prowl for potential victims. Though mostly nocturnal in nature, some of them operate by day, if rather sluggishly. With the sun directly overhead, you’re protected from the forces of darkness, seeing you unmolested during your trip. Traversing the twisting, narrow streets of the projects can be somewhat confusing, so you have to rely on several small landmarks on the way. Eventually you come to a door that looks remarkably similar to every other door you've passed, except that it hangs slightly ajar. Fats encourages customers to visit him at home, but this 'open door' policy is rather literal. Not exactly prudent given the neighborhood, though Fats is pretty well known in the area. ''“Yo-YO!”'' you call out, announcing your presence. When there is no reply, you exhale slightly, trudging up the stairs to investigate. The living room seems empty, so you continue right into Fats’ bedroom – but that’s vacant as well. Scratching your head, you take a moment’s pause to consider where the fat man might be hiding. Confused, you backtrack to the living room, only to be met by a shocking sight. <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/fatsjerk2.gif" width="320" height="320"></center> <</if>>\ <<if $body != 2>>\ There he is, propped in a chair right in front of you, furiously masturbating with headphones on. His chair faces away from the stairs you ascended, but directly at the bedroom door you just exited. That’s why you weren’t able to spot him the first time, and you suddenly wish that you could time travel back to that moment. ''“YOOOOOOOOOO!”'' you bellow. Fats jumps to life, his eyes flying open in surprise, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Fuck! You scared the shit out of me, guy!”''@@. ''“Yo, man! Why you always up in here cranking it?”'' you ask, as Fats wrestles with his pants, trying to hide away his chubby sausage. ''“You just leave your door wide open and beat your fucking meat for everyone to see?”''. Red-faced, he sputters a reply, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Guy! You came into MY place, and yeah, I’m jackin my shit… It’s MY shit! I can jack MY shit if I want!”''@@. Rolling your eyes, you have no chance to respond before he continues, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“What? You don’t jack your shit??”''@@ he doubts, laughing like a bowl full of jelly, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“HAHAHAHA There’s no way, guy… There’s no fucking WAY!”''@@. ''“Yeah, but I go to class, make moves, chase pussy… shit like that. I don’t sit here all day going – unnghh – unnngh – unnngh”'' you mock him, thrusting your hips and miming that you’re stroking a tiny little dick with two fingers. Fats isn’t amused, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Yeah, that’s probably how it looks when you do it, guy… but what am I supposed to do when my shit is hard first thing in the morning? Slam it in the door jamb?”''@@. ''“It’s noon you fat fuck”'' you correct him, rather scathingly. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Well it’s morning for ME, guy! And since my cock gives me no peace, I’ll give it no rest in return. I don’t care if it DOES take all day… If you want to speed things up, maybe you can help me out, guy”''@@ he offers. At first it just sounded like another ribbing, but the look in his eyes suggests that he may be serious. The very insinuation makes your blood boil, ''“Oh, help you out, huh?”'', you step closer to Fats, balling up your fists. ''“Sure, I can help take your mind off that stiffy… How about I put your brain to sleep for you, would that help?”''. He frowns darkly at your threat, realizing that he’s in a compromised position, seated, and literally caught with his pants down. Brushing it off, Fats gets right down to business, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“So what do you need, guy? Ten? Twenty? Or… Maybe you want to run for me?”''@@. <<if $money > 15>>\ [[Buy a twenty|Week 2 Monday : Fats : Alpha : 20]] <</if>>\ [[Run for him|Week 2 Monday : Fats : Runner]] <</if>>\ <<if $body == 2>>\ There he is, propped in a chair right in front of you, furiously masturbating with headphones on. His chair faces away from the stairs you ascended, but directly at the bedroom door you just exited. That’s why you weren’t able to spot him the first time, and you suddenly wish that you could time travel back to that moment. You can’t help but stare at it, your gaze transfixed to his swollen member. The slow glide of his hand up and down along the shaft is mesmerizing. You can see the bulbous head fill up with blood whenever he brushes across the tip. There’s something erotic about watching him casually gratify himself, and he has all day to savor the experience. Suddenly, Fats jumps to life, his eyes flying open in surprise, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Fuck! You scared the shit out of me, guy!”''@@. Startled yourself, you pry your eyes from his primed cock to regard him nervously, ''“Uhhh, yo Fats… Umm, what’s up?”''. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Very funny, guy… It looks like you know exactly what’s UP, hehehe”''@@. You didn’t mean that to be an innuendo of any kind, so you flush slightly at his comment. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Take a good look, you ever seen a dick this big, guy?”''@@ he asks, removing his hand and flexing his cock to put the entire package on display for you. Involuntarily, your eyes take it all in, scanning the entire length of his pole from base to tip. ''“Yeah, that’s great, Fats… Can I get some weed real quick?”'' you play it off as disinterest, but he is pretty well hung. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“What’s the rush, guy? Can’t you see I have a situation here?”''@@ he insists, directing your attention back to his genitals. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“He wakes up before me, and I can’t even think straight, so what am I supposed to do first thing in the morning? Slam it in the door jamb?”''@@. ''“Uhhh… It’s noon Fats…”'' you point out. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Well it’s morning for ME, guy! And since my cock gives me no peace, I’ll give it no rest in return. I don’t care if it DOES take all day… If you want to speed things up, maybe you can help me out, guy”''@@ he offers. At first it just sounded like a ribbing, but the look in his eyes suggests that he may be serious. ''“Help you out?”'' you echo, puzzled. The very insinuation makes you feel vulnerable, as if he thinks you’re the type of person who would provide that kind of service. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Yeah, guy… Help me out a little bit…”''@@ he requests, reaching down to give himself a few long strokes, slathering the serpentine appendage in its own glistening discharge. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“I just need a hand, guy. And if you think it’s big now… imagine how big it will look in your little hand, hehehe”''@@ he cackles, rather lecherously. Unwittingly, you do entertain the thought, briefly glancing at your own hand, as if considering the scale comparison he mentioned. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Check this out… I’ll hook you up with a twenty right now, no charge”''@@ he barters, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Or… If you want to run for me, we can get right down to business, guy”''@@. [[Give him a hand|Week 2 Monday : Fats : Beta twenty]] [[Run for him|Week 2 Monday : Fats : Runner]] <</if>>\ <<set $fats += 5>>\

Peeling the bills off your wad of cash, you notice his eyes darting back and forth, greedily scanning each bill. ''“Two hundred”'' you announce, confidently handing him the money like it’s nothing but pocket change. @@color:gold;''“HAWW HAWW”''@@ he laughs, @@color:gold;''“I have to admit, you surprised me, son... But you got the job done”''@@. You puff up slightly, appreciating the praise, but try to play it off. ''“Come on, man... A bag of weed aint hard to move in a week, and I need to load back up, you feel me?”'' You explain. Smiling broadly, Mickey stands up, flips over one of the crates and retrieves your package. He holds up a bag full of weed, and you follow its trajectory with your eyes when he casually tosses it into your lap. With your transaction completed, you stash away the product, and prepare to make your exit. @@color:gold;''"You know what?"''@@ he suddenly announces, @@color:gold;''"I got another mission for you, if you're REALLY down, HAWW HAWW"''@@. Cocking your head to the side, you cross your arms, playing it cool ''“I’m down like a clown...”''. A wolfish grin elongates his face, and he reaches down to retrieve a plastic bag full of white powder from the milk crate. Hefting it experimentally in one hand, he gives you a measuring look, @@color:gold;''“Chu know something about cocaine?”''@@. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/cocaine.jpg" width="360" height="360"></center> The inflection in his voice is clearly referencing the movie Scarface, just like last time you met him. It doesn’t take long for you to deliver the accompanying line, ''“Wah chu kiddin me or wah?”''. @@color:gold;''“HAWWW HAWWW HAWWW!”''@@ he brays like a donkey, suddenly chucking the bag towards you, underhand. Never taking your eyes off Mickey, you cradle your arms, catching the bag like a football. @@color:gold;''“That’s an ounce right there, twenty eight grams, and I only need twelve hundred back. At a hundred bucks a gram, you’re laughin”''@@. You roll the bag around in your hand, pretending to examine the merchandise, but you’re really trying to figure out what the catch is. @@color:gold;''“Go ahead and keep that weed sack too... A little gift, from me, to you”''@@ he almost bows, acting so gracious all of a sudden. It’s only then that you clue back in to the fact that he’s standing in front of you almost naked, ''“Yo, put your pants on peewee, aint nobody trying to see your little Mick-nugget”''. @@color:gold;''“Fuck you, bitch...”''@@ he dismisses, turning away from you and bending over to pick something else up. You avert your eyes, deciding that you don’t want to look at his narrow, pimpled ass. He hands you a card with the address to a pool hall downtown, and a digital scale. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/scale.jpg" width="360" height="360"></center> You’ve never had one of these before, and it’s actually pretty cool, ''“Oh shit, these are dope!”''. @@color:gold;''“That’s another hundo to your debt. You already got the chiba, and it aint Christmas motherfucker...”''@@ he clarifies, bursting your bubble somewhat. ''“Well fuck you very much...”'' you retort. Ignoring your response, his expression becomes very serious, @@color:gold;''“Talk to Sal, he runs the spot. Tell him you’re my boy, he knows the deal”''@@. You nod along, pausing when he takes a step closer, @@color:gold;''“This is the big time now, kid... Don’t even think of playing with my money, or it’ll be bad...”''@@. Although he isn't a very imposing figure, the threat still lands, but you absorb it unblinking. ''“Pffft, you know my steez...”'' you remind him, turning to walk out with your newfound assets. Just as you near the door, Mickey calls out, @@color:gold;''“Ay YO!”''@@. Freezing in place, you turn your head to regard him, @@color:gold;''“What’s your name again?”''@@. ''“...K”'' you state. @@color:gold;''“K? Like Special K the breakfast cereal? They’re grrrRRREAT! HAWW HAWW HAWW”''@@ he quotes, nearly doubling over in laughter. ''“That’s Frosted Flakes you fuckin’ idiot...”'' you correct him. @@color:gold;''“Yeah, whateva... you’re my boy, Special... go get em TIGER!”''@@ he doubles down on the buffoonery. Sighing heavily, you shake your head, wondering how you ever got involved with this goof as you pass through the door. You can’t help but smile, running your fingers over the silky bag of powder concealed in your sweater. Making a quick stop at your car to stash the goods, you notice that lunch is over and it’s time for your next class. <<set $scale = 1>>\ <<set $poolhall = 1>>\ <<set $mickeydebt = 1300>>\ <<set $weed += 28>>\ <<set $coke += 28>>\ <<print "Mickey Debt + 1300">> <<print "Weed + 28">> <<print "Coke + 28">> <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <</if>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<print "Dominance +5">> [[Next|Week 2 Lunch Transition]]

With explosive speed and power, you swing a backhanded blow at the pistol, securing his wrist in your grip. Catching him off guard, you continue the motion, spinning your body around and giving up your back to the surprised assailant. Using both hands against his one, you wrestle for the weapon, bending and twisting the dangerous piece of steel toward his thumb, the weakest part of his grip. @@color:gold;''“AAARRGHH!"''@@ he growls as you wrench the gun from his hand, torquing on his thumb and catching his finger in the trigger guard right before it comes loose. Scrambling wildly, you buck and kick until you manage to shake him off, creating some distance by shoving him to the floor with a well placed kick. Operating solely on instinct, you spin around to face him, and without thinking, you point the weapon right at his chest and repeatedly pull the trigger. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/starterpistol.jpg" width="561" height="367"></center> <center><big>''click..click..click..click..''</big></center> The shocked look on Mickey’s face must mirror your own, as it seems that the gun wasn’t loaded this whole time. When you quickly examine the weapon, it becomes clear that it’s a starter pistol, firing only blanks, and typically used to signal the beginning of a race. @@color:gold;''“HAWWW HAWWW HAWWW”''@@ he cackles, nursing his sore thumb from a grounded position, @@color:gold;''“No offense, dog… just a little test…”''@@. You’re still shaking from the adrenaline, and a rage inspired heat begins to well in the pit of your stomach. A slow, twisting sensation tightens your muscles until you can feel the strain pull at your face and grate on your teeth. Helpless to resist, you let the gun slip from your fingers, clattering to the floor as you dive at him like a wild animal. ''“YOU THINK THAT SHIT’S FUNNY, MOTHERFUCKER!?”'' you bellow, falling heavily upon him and swatting away his arms when he mounts a defence against your assault. Before you know it, your hands are clamped tightly around his throat, squeezing hard enough to redden his face like a tomato. Staring into his panic stricken eyes, you watch his skin continue to shift shades, feeling his arms weaken by the second. In the heat of the moment, it’s hard to tell how much time has passed, but you notice his body go completely limp as you cut off the blood supply to his brain. Regaining control of your faculties, you manage to release him just in time, and his eyes immediately fly open. When he begins to fight your hands, you posture up, seizing him by the chin with one hand, ''“If you EVER point a gun at me again… you’re a FUCKING dead man!”''. With his face scrunched up in anger and embarrassment, he doesn’t respond, but stares daggers at you in return. Pinning him on the spot for a few more seconds, to make sure your words sink in to his dumb skull, you disrespectfully shove his face against the ground. Leaning all your weight on his cranium, you push off, using it to quickly get back to your feet. Propping himself up on one elbow, Mickey scrubs at his neck, wiggling his jaw around as if making sure it isn’t broken. @@color:gold;''“HAWWW HAWWW”''@@ he laughs again, @@color:gold;''“It looks like you passed with flying colors, son. Shit, you almost choked me out!”''@@. Smiling with one corner of your mouth, you nod, knowing that he actually did lose consciousness, but doesn’t remember it happening. When Mickey slowly gets back to his feet, you feel tension, worried that he’s playing possum again. Taking a quick glance at the expression on your face, and the stance of your feet, he immediately reads your mind, @@color:gold;''“Chill the fuck out, man… Nothings gonna happen to you, I just had to know if you were down”''@@. His words do little to put you at ease, but you don’t reveal that to Mickey, playing it cool instead. Cocking your head to the side, you cross your arms, ''“I’m down like a clown...”''. [[Next|Week 2 Mickey Lunch: Don't Pay Alpha 2]]

<<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/mickeybj1.jpg" width="360" height="360"></center> <</if>>\ From your seated position on the couch, you’re forced to look up at him, with a gun pointed to your temple, and a cannon aiming right at your face. While the prospect completely disgusts you, two hundred dollars is a lot of money for a blowjob. A waft of air carries the fetid stench of his unwashed member to your nostrils. You’re immediately repelled, deciding that there’s no amount of money worth going through with something this horrible. A firm, metallic prod to the temple reminds you that this isn’t a matter of choice, there is literally a gun to your head, @@color:gold;''“Open up that mouth, and don’t even think of biting my shit, or it’ll be the last thing you ever do, bitch”''@@. It’s life or death at this point, so you let your jaw fall open in defeat and inch your way closer. Mickey takes you by the hair with his free hand, thrusting the entire length of his foul penis into your mouth, painfully battering its way down your throat, @@color:gold;''“YEAHHHHH”''@@ he sighs in delight. You gag reflex immediately kicks in, causing you to choke and cough at the intrusion. Turning your head away to escape the discomfort causes his cock to pop out of your mouth, bouncing back to wetly slap against your cheek. Bending down to stare at the floor, you would empty your stomach right now if there was anything in it. Instead, you retch and dry heave, producing an inordinate amount of saliva. @@color:gold;''“HAWW HAWW HAWW”''@@ he laughs, taking back control of your head and returning you to a sitting position, @@color:gold;''“Is this your first time, baby?”''@@. You don’t reply, breathing rapidly to try and settle your stomach, but he doesn’t really give you the opportunity, @@color:gold;''“Open the fuck up! Don’t make me tell you again!”''@@. With your jaw wobbling and tears streaking your face, you reluctantly let your mouth droop low, allowing him entry. Once your lips begin to part, you feel his hard, silky cock head eagerly squeezing between them. A dollop of fluid is excreted from his gland, coating your tongue, as he slowly inserts half of his length into your mouth. Shuffling forward slightly, he pulls your head downward before taking a weird angle with his hips. @@color:gold;''“UNNNGHH!”''@@ he grunts, cramming the rest of his shaft down your gullet, his belly flat against your face, and his hairy balls pressed against your chin. Immediately gagging, you’re held firmly in place this time, and you can feel your esophagus clamp down around the ridge of his cock head. The sensation makes you cough harshly, causing your throat to vibrate around his girth, while at the same time emptying the air from your lungs. @@color:gold;''“Fuck yeahhhh”''@@ he moans, thrusting in short, rapid strokes, using your throat to gratify himself. Spittle begins to bubble and foam up in a ring at the base of his shaft, even coming out of your nose as you struggle for breath. The thumping invasion of your insides is the last thing you remember before everything fades to black. ....... A dull thud half opens the lids of your eyes, and you’re quickly aware of something pumping in and out of your mouth. Gasping in shock, you jam your hands against his hips and push away, causing his sloppy, wet appendage to fall from your lips, dripping with viscous strands of your white, lathered saliva. Panting, and hocking up globs of fluid, you feel weak and lightheaded in your current state. @@color:gold;''“HAWW HAWW, slow down sweetheart, you almost fainted from how good my dick tastes”''@@ he jeers, fighting to plug his meat back into your face receptacle. You just don’t have the strength to resist anymore and your elbows begin to buckle under the pressure of his hips. In a last ditch effort, you manage to grab him by the base of the cock right before he penetrates your drooling maw. Bugging your eyes out in anticipation of being carved out orally again, you’re relieved to discover that his depth of entry is now limited. <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/mickeybj2.gif" width="320" height="180"></center> <</if>>\ @@color:gold;''“Thaaat’s it... suck that dick, baby”''@@ Mickey whispers, loosening his grip on your hair to stroke your head appreciatively. Overwhelmed by the situation, it actually feels good to be comforted in this way. With your airway clear, the sensation of his cock going in and out of your mouth is almost hypnotically serene, compared to being throated. You experimentally swallow some of his juice, and it surprises you how good it tastes, now that you’ve sucked all the stank off his previously unwashed dick. Swimming in a daze, you shut your eyes and begin to gently bob your head to match his thrusts. @@color:gold;''“Gooood girl...”''@@ he sighs, lovingly caressing your head with one hand, and filling it up with his meaty pole. Wrapping your lips around him cooperatively, you begin to apply suction, swirling your tongue around his tasty sausage. You can feel his thick shaft throbbing in your hand, while just noticing your own tiny dick hardening in your pants. It’s as if you’ve left your body, masquerading as someone else completely, allowing you to absently perform the task. @@color:gold;''“Oh fuck yeahhh... work it you wimpy little cocksucker”''@@ his comment sends you hurtling back to reality; you’re not someone else, you really are a wimpy little cocksucker, servicing Mickey to pay off your debt. ''“mph!”'' you meekly squeak at the thought. Quivering in shame, you submissively suck his dick like a little bitch, hoping for this to be over as soon as possible... //''Right?''// you think. He twitches when your other hand rises up to delicately fondle his engorged balls. @@color:gold;''“Oh fuck-“''@@ he gasps. Redoubling your efforts, you vigorously try to pull him off into your mouth, while massaging the nectar from his primed sack. Grabbing you by the hair just above your forehead, he surprisingly pulls out of you completely, leaving you confused and slack jawed. @@color:gold;''“UUURRRRRRRGGGGG”''@@ he groans loudly, jerking his cock like a madman. When you try to look up at him, his head is thrown back, so you refocus on his trembling manhood just as it erupts. @@color:gold;''“FUUUUUUCK!”''@@ A powerful stream of cum blasts right onto your tongue, ricochets upward, and clings to the roof of your mouth. You flinch at the sudden impact, surprised by the velocity. Doing your best to please, you obediently stick out your tongue and let him shoot in your mouth. The texture is so much thicker and weightier than his pre fluid, making you reluctant to taste it, so you just let it pool up in your mouth. When his head parts your lips again, you submissively suckle on it, drawing out the last vestiges of his load through the urethra like a straw. <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/mickeybj3.gif" width="444" height="250"></center> <</if>>\ Placing a hand under your chin, he gently tilts your head back, possessively looking down into your eyes. You can feel the pool of semen shift in your mouth, settling at the back of your throat. The fluid is difficult to contain while Mickey’s organ is still occupying space in your mouth. Looking up at him from this position reminds you that the decision isn’t really yours at all, and if he tells you to swallow his cum, you’re going to do it... He never does speak though, instead, he plunges his entire length down into you. His battering ram of a cock breaches your clenching throat, forcefully stuffing his entire load into your oral canal at once with a gurgling splat. Trying your best to maintain your composure, you hold your breath, allowing his spent, shrinking dick to naturally recede from the depths of your throat. Instinctively, you close your lips around his shaft just before it finally pops out, cleaning it of any residual fluids and swallowing them down. @@color:gold;''“HAWWW HAWWW HAWW, I knew you were a little faggot, cocksucker as soon as I saw you”''@@ he states in tone that strangely conveys pride. At this point, it’s hard for you to argue with him, especially with the feeling of his ejaculate clinging to the walls of your throat. Burping up a small amount of semen, you quickly swallow it back down, hoping Mickey didn’t notice. @@color:gold;''“Now that we understand each other, I think you’re ready to take this to the next level...”''@@. Looking at him wide-eyed, you nervously shrug, still embarrassed beyond belief. [[Next|Week 2 Mickey Lunch: Don't Pay Beta 2]]

''“Yeah, about that cash…”'' you pause, trying to think of an excuse, but you can already see the expression on Mickey’s face darken. ''“I came up a bit short, man. It just wouldn’t move… motherfuckers are BROKE these days, ya know?”''. He offers no response, other than to continue staring at you expectantly. ''“There won’t be a problem though, I just need a little more time to hit you with those bucks…”''. @@color:gold;''“Oh yeah?”''@@ he asks, rather strangely, @@color:gold;''“You promise? Pinky swear??”''@@ his demeanor morphing into one of understanding and accommodation. Eyeing him a bit quizzically, you only nod in assent to his odd question. @@color:gold;''“HAWWW HAWWW, I’m just fucking with you… Have my dollars tomorrow, ok?”''@@ he offers, @@color:gold;''“And take your next portion, but don’t be late next time…”''@@. ''“Ah, no doubt, man… Thanks, yo”'' you gratefully accept, as Mickey stands up, flips over one of the crates and retrieves your package. He holds up a bag full of weed, and you follow its trajectory with your eyes when he casually tosses it into your lap. You’re distracted for a fraction of a second, and it’s too late to react when Mickey leaps over the makeshift coffee table, pointing a gun inches away from your face. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/mickeypistol.gif" width="500" height="352"></center> @@color:gold;''“You think this is a fucking GAME!!??”''@@ he roars, the gun shaking in his enraged grip. Staring right into the barrel, a profound fear paralyzes every muscle in your body. @@color:gold;''“I don’t play that shit, BITCH!”''@@ he yells, moving in closer to press the barrel of his gun right at your temple, @@color:gold;''“I want – my money – NOW!”''@@ he demands. To emphasize the point, he applies enough pressure against your temple to nearly pin your head sideways against your own shoulder. Your entire life flashes before your eyes in less than a second, knowing that it could all be over in this moment. @@color:gold;''“And if you can’t pay…”''@@ he begins, sounding sadistically amused, @@color:gold;''“You can punk…”''@@. You just notice that his makeshift loincloth has been discarded, and he stands tall over you with, not just one, but two intimidating weapons pointed at you. Dropping your eye level to the floor and slumping your shoulders in defeat, you exhale loudly, knowing that you only have one viable option. <<if $body != 2>>\ [[Next|Week 2 Mickey Lunch: Don't Pay Alpha]] <</if>>\ <<if $body == 2>>\ [[Next|Week 2 Mickey Lunch: Don't Pay Beta]] <</if>>\

A wolfish grin elongates his face, and he reaches down to retrieve a plastic bag full of white powder from inside the milk crate. Hefting it experimentally in one hand, he gives you a measuring look, @@color:gold;''“Chu know something about cocaine?”''@@. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/cocaine.jpg" width="360" height="360"></center> The inflection in his voice is clearly referencing the movie Scarface, just like last time you met him. It doesn’t take long for you to deliver the accompanying line, ''“Wah chu kiddin me or wah?”''. @@color:gold;''“HAWWW HAWWW HAWWW!”''@@ he brays like a donkey, suddenly chucking the bag towards you, underhand. @@color:gold;''“That’s an ounce right there, twenty eight grams, and I only need twelve hundred back. At a hundred bucks a gram, you’re laughin”''@@. You roll the bag around in your hand, pretending to examine the merchandise, but you’re really trying to figure out what the catch is. @@color:gold;''“Go ahead and keep that weed sack too... A little gift, from me, to you”''@@ he almost bows, acting so gracious all of a sudden. Bending over to pick something else up, you get an eyeful of his narrow, pimpled ass. He hands you a card with the address to a pool hall downtown, and a digital scale <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/scale.jpg" width="360" height="360"></center> You’ve never had one of these before, and it’s actually pretty cool, ''“Wow, these are dope!”''. @@color:gold;''“That’s another hundo to your debt, it aint Christmas, bitch...”''@@ he clarifies, bursting your bubble somewhat. Given the circumstances, you’re in position to object at this point. Mickey’s expression becomes very serious, @@color:gold;''“Talk to Sal, he runs the spot. Mention my name, and he’ll know what to do”''@@. You nod along obediently, freezing when he takes a step closer to embrace you, @@color:gold;''“This is the big time now, honey... Don’t even think of playing with my money, or it’ll be bad... not nice and cute like today”''@@. You gasp when his hand firmly squeezes your ass, two of his fingers pressing firmly against your clothed anus. The sensation makes your legs tremble, and you go limp in his arms, knowing that he could bend you over and push your shit in right now if he felt like it. You swear that he can read your mind, @@color:gold;''“HAWW HAWW HAWWWW”''@@ he cackles, spinning you around and propelling you towards the door with a firm slap to your girly backside. Just as you near the door, Mickey calls out, @@color:gold;''“Ay YO!”''@@. Freezing in place, you turn your head to regard him, @@color:gold;''“What’s your name again?”''@@. ''“...K?”'' you offer, almost as if you don’t know who you are anymore. @@color:gold;''“K? Like Special K the breakfast cereal? They’re grrrRRREAT! HAWW HAWW HAWW”''@@ he quotes, nearly doubling over in laughter. ''“Ummm.. I think that’s Frosted Flakes...”'' you tentatively correct him. @@color:gold;''“Yeah, whateva... you’re my bitch now, Special... go get em TIGER!”''@@ he doubles down on the buffoonery. Sighing heavily, you shake your head, wondering how you ever got involved with this goof as you pass through the door. Things worked out surprisingly well considering the rough encounter, which reminds you that sometimes it’s better to go with the flow, rather than against the grain. You can’t help but smile, running your fingers over the silky bag of powder concealed in your sweater. Making a quick stop at your car to stash the goods, you notice that lunch is over and it’s time for your next class. <<set $scale = 1>>\ <<set $mickeydebt = 1300>>\ <<set $weed += 28>>\ <<set $coke += 28>>\ <<set $poolhall = 1>>\ <<print "Mickey Debt = 1300">> <<print "Weed + 28">> <<print "Coke + 28">> <<if $masc > 0>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity -5">> <</if>>\ <<set $sub = $sub + 5>>\ <<print "Submission +5">> [[Next|Week 2 Lunch Transition]]

A wolfish grin elongates his face, and he reaches down to retrieve something else from the milk crate. You’re poised, ready to pounce if it’s another weapon, but instead, he produces a plastic bag full of white powder. Hefting it experimentally in one hand, he gives you a measuring look, @@color:gold;''“Chu know something about cocaine?”''@@. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/cocaine.jpg" width="360" height="360"></center> The inflection in his voice is clearly referencing the movie Scarface, just like last time you met him. It doesn’t take long for you to deliver the accompanying line, ''“Wah chu kiddin me or wah?”''. @@color:gold;''“HAWWW HAWWW HAWWW!”''@@ he brays like a donkey, suddenly chucking the bag towards you, underhand. Never taking your eyes off Mickey, you cradle your arms, catching the bag like a football. He raises an eyebrow at your reaction, @@color:gold;''“You’re a fast learner too, that’s good...”''@@. When you don’t respond, he continues, @@color:gold;''“That’s an ounce right there, twenty eight grams, and I only need twelve hundred back. At a hundred bucks a gram, you’re laughin”''@@. You roll the bag around in your hand, pretending to examine the merchandise, but you’re really trying to figure out what the catch is. @@color:gold;''“Go ahead and keep that weed sack too... A little gift, from me, to you”''@@ he almost bows, acting so gracious all of a sudden. It’s only then that you clue back in to the fact that he’s standing in front of you stark naked, ''“Yo, put your pants on peewee, aint nobody trying to see your little Mick-nugget”''. @@color:gold;''“Fuck you, bitch...”''@@ he dismisses, turning away from you and bending over to pick something else up. Danger aside, this time you do avert your eyes, deciding that you don’t want to look at his narrow, pimpled ass. He hands you a card with the address to a pool hall downtown, and a digital scale. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/scale.jpg" width="360" height="360"></center> You’ve never had one of these before, and it’s actually pretty cool, ''“Oh shit, these are dope!”''. @@color:gold;''“That’s another hundo to your debt. You already got the chiba, and it aint Christmas motherfucker...”''@@ he clarifies, bursting your bubble somewhat. ''“Well fuck you very much...”'' you retort. Ignoring your response, his expression becomes very serious, @@color:gold;''“Talk to Sal, he runs the spot. Tell him you’re my boy, he knows the deal”''@@. You nod along, pausing when he takes a step closer, @@color:gold;''“This is the big time now, kid... Don’t even think of playing with my money, or it’ll be bad... not nice and cute like today”''@@. Although you’ve already bested him physically, the threat still lands, but you absorb it unblinking. ''“Pffft, you know my steez...”'' you remind him, turning to walk out with your newfound assets. Just as you near the door, Mickey calls out, @@color:gold;''“Ay YO!”''@@. Freezing in place, you turn your head to regard him, @@color:gold;''“What’s your name again?”''@@. ''“...K”'' you state. @@color:gold;''“K? Like Special K the breakfast cereal? They’re grrrRRREAT! HAWW HAWW HAWW”''@@ he quotes, nearly doubling over in laughter. ''“That’s Frosted Flakes you fuckin’ idiot...”'' you correct him. @@color:gold;''“Yeah, whateva... you’re my boy, Special... go get em TIGER!”''@@ he doubles down on the buffoonery. Sighing heavily, you shake your head, wondering how you ever got involved with this goof as you pass through the door. Things worked out surprisingly well considering the scuffle, which reminds you that violence is the only thing some people understand... or respect. You can’t help but smile, running your fingers over the silky bag of powder concealed in your sweater. Making a quick stop at your car to stash the goods, you notice that lunch is over and it’s time for your next class. <<set $scale = 1>>\ <<set $poolhall = 1>>\ <<set $mickeydebt += 1300>>\ <<set $weed += 28>>\ <<set $coke += 28>>\ <<print "Mickey Debt + 1300">> <<print "Weed + 28">> <<print "Coke + 28">> <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <</if>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<print "Dominance +5">> [[Next|Week 2 Lunch Transition]]

''“Just gimme a twenty, so I get the fuck up outa here, man”'' you request, impatiently shifting your weight from foot to foot. He begins to move, though very slowly, and he’s still partially exposed, ''“And I might be your only customer, seeing how you roll man, damn…”''. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Hehehe”''@@ he chortles, fumbling with a small, cardboard box retrieved from the underside of his chair, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“That’s why I have runners, guy. You could be making some real cash running for me too, K”''@@. ''“You mean, I could be making YOU money, while I take all the risks”'' you deduce. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Hey,”''@@ he pauses, throwing his arms out to his sides, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“It is what it is, guy… The shit isn’t free… Play your position, and everybody eats”''@@. ''“Yeah, and some of us eat more than others, huh?”'' you retort, alluding to both the division of the profits, and his weight. Fats just shakes his head slightly, unimpressed, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“It’s whatever, guy… If you change your mind, come see me… Best believe, you could do a lot worse than running for me… There’s some shady motherfuckers out there, K…”''@@. Nodding along, you’re forced to endure his sales pitch if you plan to walk out of here with some green. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“There’s a reason I lasted so long in this game, because I don’t fuck around trying to cheat fools, guy”''@@. The solemn look in his eyes conveys that he’s being very candid right now, and his longevity in the business does support his claim of reliability. ''“Yeah, yeah… I hear you, Fats. Let me think about it, alright, dog?”''. Nodding upward, he opens up the box, revealing it to be half full of loose dime baggies. When he begins to reach inside, you quickly interrupt ''“AH-AH-AH!”''. His hand stands frozen in mid air, turning to look at you in confusion. Slowly, you extend your own hand forward, carefully plucking two bags from the box and dangling them in front of him, ''“Wash your hands, motherfucker…”''. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/fatstwenty.jpg" width="430" height="353"></center> Tilting his head to one side, a glint of embarrassment flushes his face again, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Fuck off, guy…”''@@. ''“hahaha”'' you laugh, pulling a twenty dollar bill out of your pocket and aiming it at Fats. ''“Here, now you can get back to…”'' you pause to quickly eye him up and down ''“…your business”''. Snatching the bill from your hand, he stuffs it into his pocket without a word. As you turn to leave, a final glance back at Fats shows him replacing his headphones and digging a chubby paw back into his pants. You can’t help but giggle as you descend the staircase and head back to school. <<set $weed += 2>>\ <<set $money -= 20>>\ <<print "Weed + 2">> <<print "Money - 20">> <<set $fats += 5>> [[Next|Week 2 Lunch Transition]]

<body>\ <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/fatsjerk3.gif" height= "400" width="300" style="float:left;"/>\ <</if>>\ You can’t believe you’re actually considering this, but the more you stare at his glazed hog, the more fascinated you become with it. Fats’ hand gently moves along the shaft, giving you a great view of his entire length. You wonder what it might feel like to actually touch it, and how different it could be to touching yourself. The notion quickly reminds you of how small you are down there compared to Fats, and your little pecker responds to the thought by suddenly stiffening in your pants. Biting your lip, you turn to look at the stairwell, worried that someone could just walk right in at any moment. Fats seems to read your mind, realizing that you’re more concerned about being discovered than performing the act itself. He seizes you by the wrist to spin you back around and draw you in closer, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Relax, guy… nobody’s coming”''@@. </body> You’re a bit shaken by the forceful contact, but he’s smiling, completely at ease in your presence. Committing yourself to the arrangement, your gaze shifts back down to his expectant cock. A pang of anxiety strikes you, knowing that you’re just seconds away from jerking another man’s dick. The humiliation of willingly servicing a man is paralyzing initially, but the perverse curiosity within you bypasses that reservation. Slowly, you reach forward, inch-by-inch, just until the very tips of your fingers contact the taut epidermis of his shaft. A sudden inward breath from Fats draws your attention, but when you look at him, he’s just staring at your hand. Looking back down, your fingers curl under and around the diameter of his girth, with your thumb closing over top. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''"Uhhhhh”''@@ Fats exhales, shutting his eyes and tilting his head backward. Experimentally, you squeeze his shaft, just as you would test someone’s bicep or a piece of fruit at the market. The soft tissue yields slightly, but the tense cords under his skin repel your weak grip. When your fingers relax, not only does his flesh spring back, but it swells and fattens right before your eyes. With every successive compression of your hand, his receptive meat gets pumped up further and further. Standing proud and rigid from your attention, you can’t help but explore the full length of his cock. The tips of your fingers glide and trace over the bumps and ridges of his bulging veins, right up to bloated knob. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Ahhh, jack that dick…”''@@ Fats instructs, though it sounds more like a suggestion than an order. You suddenly realize that, instead of performing the task and claiming your reward, you’ve just stood here caressing and admiring his big dick! The thought painfully hardens your penis even further, and you squeeze your thighs together in response, hoping Fats didn’t notice. Sighing audibly, you wrap your little fingers around his trunk, right below the head, and you begin to submissively tug him off. All of that rubbing and petting has left his cock a little dry, the fluids soaking into your hand, and making this chore quite a sticky proposition. Detecting the problem himself, Fats takes you by the wrist once more, freeing his member from your grip. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Hold up,”''@@ he says, pulling your hand up to his mouth and expelling a huge glob of saliva into your upturned palm, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“There, try that, guy…”''@@. You’re absolutely disgusted, balancing the gelatinous mass in your hand, serving as an instrument to facilitate your performance. This further solidifies the fact that you’re here to please him, not yourself. Wrinkling up your nose, you pour the objectionable effluence over the top of his waiting erection. It feels slimy and disgusting when you rub the bubbling saliva into his meat, but regardless, you begin to obediently stroke him at a steady, moderate pace. <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/fatsjerk4.gif" width="250" height="360"></center> <</if>>\ @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Ohhhh Yeahhhhh, that’s it! Work that cock…”''@@ he groans in pleasure, which annoys you even further. Reluctantly, you do your job, jerking off his big dick while the saliva audibly squishes and squelches to the motion of your hand. The improvised lubricant begins to foam up under your efforts, coating his entire length, and oozing between the cracks of your fingers. You discover something very interesting in this exchange, that every movement of your hand elicits a particular response from Fats. These responses quickly become predictable and repeatable, giving you a kind of control over him, just through manipulating his dick. This is intriguing, and to test the theory, you begin to slow down the motion. There is no doubt, his breathing soon becomes erratic, and anxious little thrusts come from his hips. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Yo! Faster, guy…”''@@ he nearly begs. Smiling smugly, you give him a few quick tugs before dropping the pace back down, repeating that process a few times, just to torture him. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“GUY! Do it right, or you don’t get shit!”''@@ he warns. You frown darkly, once again reminded that you’re here to satisfy him, so you begin to pump him in earnest. The thought of being an instrument for his please is upsetting enough, but because of his warning, you’re beginning to think this may all be for nothing. Willingly accepting his offer is one thing, but you refuse to be tricked and humiliated like this – you should secure the weed before finishing him off. The further those thoughts take you, the further your motivation wanes, affecting the pace at which your hand moves on his cock. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“FASTER!”''@@ he growls, swinging a heavy hand that painfully crashes into your backside. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/fatsgrabass.gif" width="400" height="410"></center> ''“UNH!”'' you squeak in surprise, nearly toppling over from the impact, and immediately tensing every muscle in your body. Your back arches reflexively, pushing your tingling ass right into his waiting grasp. Without even realizing it, your arm moves on its own, obediently pumping his dick at a rapid pace. As his large paw begins to squeeze your stinging cheek harder, you instinctively try to arch even further, and your jaw begins to fall open in a voiceless cry. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Work that fucking cock!”''@@ he urges, possessively gripping your ass. Just by squeezing down, his large hand is able to spread your cheek wide, and you can feel the tension tugging at your hole. Huffing and puffing, you furiously masturbate his cock. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Yeah bitch! Jerk it all the way up and down”''@@ he demands, squeezing your ass even harder, with one of his fingers pressing down right next to your butthole. His instructions are followed immediately, not due to his words, but the will of his hand. The rising abuse in Fats’ tone and manner returns some of your clarity. You realize that just as you were able to control and manipulate him with your touch, he is able to do the same to you, and rather effectively it seems. With the initial shock of having your ass molested passing, you drift back to thoughts of getting your weed up front. At almost the same moment, his finger presses down firmly on your asshole in a way that instantly repels you. ''“NO!”'' you cry, releasing his cock and twisting away from his hand. [[Next|Week 2 Monday : Fats : Beta twenty 2]]

Fats is completely shocked by your reaction, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“What the fuck, guy? Get over here!”''@@. ''“That wasn’t part of the deal, Fats”'' you argue. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“What???”''@@ he asks, completely perplexed now. ''“Touching my ass like that”'' you point out, though it feels very strange saying it out loud. Sighing heavily, he throws his arms wide in exasperation, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Ok, fine! Whatever, guy! Just come finish the job!”''@@. One of his hands begins to jerk, keeping himself primed for your inevitable return. ''“And I want the weed up front…”'' you add into the bargain. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Fuck! WHATEVER, guy!”''@@ he almost yells, desperately pumping his cock, as if it requires resuscitation, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“It’s under my chair, get it yourself, and hurry the FUCK UP!”''@@. A quick peek confirms that there is some kind of box peeking out from under the skirt of his chair. Changing levels to a squatting position, you approach nearer to Fats, but you can’t quite reach the box in this position. With little choice, you get down to your knees and shimmy closer, extending an arm out to try and reach the box. You can sense Fats masturbating above you, the trunks of his legs shaking from the motion of his hand. Crawling further, you’re just able to catch the edge of the box, pulling it out from under the chair. There must be an ounce worth of loose baggies in this box, but you secure two of them, per your agreement with Fats. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/fatstwenty.jpg" width="430" height="353"></center> Lingering for an additional few seconds, you realize that it’s time to uphold your end of the bargain. Straightening up to regard Fats, you’re suddenly struck in the face by his soggy, weighty cock. <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/fatscloseup.jpg" width="342" height="439"></center> <</if>>\ Stunned, you stare up in awe at the mountain of meat currently resting comfortably on your cheek. From this angle, it looks huge, bigger than your entire head. You give Fats a dumbfounded look, peeking up at him with your view partially obscured by this tower of turgid flesh. Feelings of submission and inadequacy shoot through your body like an electrical current, and you mouth falls open in shock. He looks down upon you hungrily; for the moment, content to just sit there with his big dick casually lying across your face. There’s an odd glint in his eye, as if some kind of wordless communication has been exchanged between the two of you. Without further ado, he palms the top of your head with one large hand, and guides the tip of his cock to your mouth. Before it can even register in your brain, you feel his silky gland penetrating your parted lips. ''“ACK!”'' you gag in disgust, immediately turning your head to escape the sudden invasion. ''“What the Fu-“'' you begin, but clamp your mouth shut mid-sentence as Fats’ probing weapon continues to seek out your elusive mouth. ''“MMM!”'' you complain, making sure to keep your mouth shut, while trying to push against his massive thighs to free yourself. Fats is easily able to overpower you in this position, adjusting his grip from the top of your head, to the back of your neck. With a sharp yank, you find your face pressed tightly against his erection again, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Come on, guy! Don’t act like you don’t want it, hehehe”''@@. Making another desperate attempt to get free, your hopes are crushed when you don’t even manage to budge Fats. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“I’ll make you a deal, guy…”''@@ he negotiates, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Open up that little mouth, and I’ll let you suck this dick all you want, hahaha”''@@. With that, he takes you by the hair, and begins to incessantly slap his engorged mass against your upturned face. You’re not sure what’s worse, the humiliating clubbing, or the disgusting splat sound produced by every blow. <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/fatscockslap.gif" width="460" height="256"></center> <</if>>\ Grimacing, you try to twist your head away, accomplishing nothing but a gentle nuzzling of your cheek against his slick sausage. The greasy mix of fluids coating his shaft are quickly being transferred to your face, including the disgusting mass of saliva that you could barely bring yourself to touch with your hand. There’s nothing you can do but clamp your eyes and mouth tightly shut, and allow Fats to finish the job for you. Taking his cock by the base, Fats begins to aggressively stroke himself, the swollen mushroom head jammed tightly against your cheek. The exercised gland is near burning hot to the touch, and rock hard, pressing into you almost painfully. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Ahhh fuck…”''@@ he groans in satisfaction, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“You wanna take it on your face, guy”''@@. It wasn’t a question, and when his fingers wrap into your hair, you offer no resistance. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“UH-UH-UH-UH”''@@ he huffs, pumping his fist as fast as he can, and thrusting against your immobile face. A full half of his shaft powers up and down your cheek with authority, glazing the entire side of your face. You can feel him throbbing and pulsing with every stroke, flooding your nose with the scent of his manhood, as he dominates you without penetration, but merely proximity. When you detect his sudden increase in urgency, you brace yourself before he even speaks, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“AHHHH-fuck! Here it comes you skinny little cocktease!”''@@. The mass against your cheek completely solidifies, and a pulse travels up the length of the shaft, before exploding violently from the tip. <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/fatsfacial.gif" width="268" height="318"></center> <</if>>\ @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“AAARRRRR”''@@ Fats roars, firing a heavy stream of semen directly into your face. The hot, viscous material clings to your skin, but you don’t have the time to process it before – @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“AAAAAARRRRR”''@@ - another gelatinous rope is wrapping around your cheek. Convulsing hard in the throes of his orgasm, he jerks sharply at your hair to positioning you for the next volley. A thick wad blasts from his cannon, striking you just above the left eye, and completely plastering it shut. Nearly catatonic, you submissively wait as Fats continues to jerk and squeeze out every last squirt and drop, completely emptying his balls on your accommodating visage. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Fuuuck…”''@@ he gasps, trying to catch his breath, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“I glazed you like a donut, guy! Hehe –huff huff- hehe”''@@. Feeling shell-shocked, you remain kneeling in front of Fats, just inches away from his softening cock, as the cum begins to slide and drip off your face. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Ay, you’re making a mess, guy! Go clean yourself up, the bathroom is right through there”''@@ he indicates. That’s when you realize the ordeal is over, and you come back to your senses. Humiliated, you’re unable to make eye contact with Fats, climbing to your feet and scurrying into the bathroom. [[Next|Week 2 Monday : Fats : Beta twenty 3]]

Shutting the door upon entry, you’re barely able to make out your appearance through one half-open eye, and another completely shut. While running the sink, a glob of goop drips from your cheekbone, trailed by several long, sinewy strands. Disgusted, you scrape the mass off your face with the ridge of your thumb, flinging it into the sink with a flick of your wrist. Splashing the water on your face produces little effect, as the seminal fluid clings to your skin. Scrubbing away only seems to smear it around initially, but a few more careful, insistent treatments leave your face relatively clean. You eagerly wash the salty taste from your mouth, but some of it must have gotten up your nose, because you can still smell his musk. The water and privacy serve to refresh you in more ways than one, and you begin to reflect on what just happened. //''I did willingly agree to help Fats, but he took it way too far. It was only supposed to be a handjob for a twenty, that’s it! Cumming all over my face wasn’t part of the fucking deal!''// The thought causes your feelings of submission to resurface briefly, but you’re convinced that you’re right, and Fats probably owes you a little more weed for your trouble. Reinvigorated, you step back out, intent of giving him a piece of your mind. ''“Yo, man… That was fucked up, we had a deal!”'' you complain walking up to Fats, who is currently nodding off in his chair, still fully exposed. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Huh?”''@@ he responds, stirring in his chair and raising his head up to regard you. ''“Cumming on my face wasn’t part of the deal, man… I think you owe me some more weed for that”'' you suggest. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“WHAT!?”''@@ Fats explodes, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“GUY! If you’re gonna ho yourself out, you better learn the rules… Now fuck off”''@@. The fact that you did in fact whore yourself out is irrefutable, and your face begins to flush in response. Determined, you press on, though your voice is a little higher and shakier than intended, ''“You broke the deal, man!”''. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“NO!”''@@ he barks, standing up to confront you. The motion of his pendulous cock, swinging between his legs, draws your gaze for an instant before you’re able to reestablish eye contact. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“YOU broke the deal, guy…”''@@. You’re kind of taken aback by his reversal of the accusation, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“The deal was, you were supposed to jack me off… but did you?”''@@. Swallowing heavily, you allow him to continue, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“No, you wanted to be a little cocktease, right guy? Leaving me hanging because you wanted to change the deal and get your shit up front”''@@. You hate to admit it, but he does make a good point, and it weakens your position. Approaching you even closer, he fires off another barrage, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“And in the end, did you even jack me off, guy? No, you didn’t, I had to do it MYSELF!”''@@. That’s the nail in the coffin, and you have absolutely no response to his claim, so you just shuffle your feet nervously. Standing almost face-to-face now, Fats pauses to consider something before speaking, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Now that I think about it, you didn’t do the job, so you shouldn’t get shit, guy! We wouldn’t even be having this conversation if you just JACKED MY DICK, like I TOLD YOU TO”''@@. His scathing words shake you, suggesting that if you had just been more obedient, you wouldn't be in this predicament right now. You really wish you had never started this confrontation, and you hope to appease Fats before you walk out of here empty-handed. ''“Ok-ok-ok”'' you assure him, raising your hands in front of you in a conceding posture, ''“We’re cool, alright?”''. Fats just stares at you unblinking, and you think he may be willing to accept the outcome as it stands. ''“Just…”'' you fumble, having difficulty expressing yourself under the circumstances, ''“Don’t tell anyone about this, man… ok?”''. His eyes light up at that, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Oh, changing the deal again, guy?”''@@. Surprised, you frown sullenly, and implore him with pleading eyes. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Hehehe”''@@ he chuckles, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Alright, guy… My lips are sealed…”''@@. He punctuates his next statement by taking a hold of your chin, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“But next time… Yours AREN’T… You hear me?”''@@. The words stab at you like a weapon, and you’re too embarrassed to even answer him. You can’t believe this is happening, and you definitely can’t bring yourself to say //''ok fats, ill suck your dick next time''//. Instead, your telling eyes convey the message for you, and the smug expression on his face confirms it; he knows you’re going to be sucking his dick soon, and deep down, maybe a part of you even wants to. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/fatsthumb.gif" width="382" height="218"></center> Sensing your capitulation, Fats begins to rub his thumb across your lips, and you only pout in response. When the tip of his thumb penetrates your lips, you pull away sharply, recalling how his cock recently occupied the same space. Breaking away from Fats also puts an end to the uncomfortable discussion, and you turn to beat a hasty retreat. In parting, Fats firmly claps a meaty paw against your fleeing booty. ''“UHH!”'' you yelp, increasing your pace, and nearly tumbling down the steps on your way out of Fats’ place and back toward the school. <<if $masc > 0>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity -5">> <</if>>\ <<set $sub = $sub + 5>>\ <<print "Submission +5">> <<set $weed = $weed + 2>>\ <<print "Weed +2">> <<set $fats -= 5>> [[Next|Week 2 Lunch Transition]]

You’re not interested in small amounts of weed, you just end up spending way too much money. It makes a lot more sense to get a fat sack, it's the economy of scale, ''“Yeah, I could run for you Fats… It depends on the numbers though…”''. You can almost see his ears perk up, and a broad grin gradually spreads across his face, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“That’s what’s up, guy!”''@@. He stands up with some difficulty, adjusts his clothing, and sluggishly approaches the open kitchen area. When he opens up the freezer, you know he's fishing out the weed, it's a common practice of dealers hoping to keep their product fresh. Sure enough, he retrieves a ziplock bag full of fluffy, light green buds. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/fatsounce.jpg" width="499" height="281"></center> No matter how many times you see it, a big bag of weed always brings a smile to your face, and you can’t wait to sample the merchandise. You’re already reaching out for it when Fats returns, but he pulls it out of your reach, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Yo! Slow down, guy… We got some business to handle first”''@@. Impatiently, your cross your arms, more interested in the contents of the bag, than the content of Fats’ impending speech. By force of habit, Fats lowers his voice slightly when discussing illegal activities, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“It’s one fifty an ounce...”''@@. Your eyes light up at that, as it’s a legitimately great price, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“And I don’t put a time limit on runners either, just don’t disappear on me, guy”''@@. ''“Well shit, that sounds pretty good to me, man… you got a deal”'' you quickly reply. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Wait”''@@ he cautions, holding a hand up to silence you, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“I wasn’t finished… When you pay me back, you come correct and pay in full, this isn’t Layaway, guy”''@@. ''“Cool...”'' you reply, reaching for the bag, which Fats retracts once more. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“And if you owe me money, you don’t get shit until you pay me back, guy. I don’t care if it’s a dime, you’re cut off…”''@@ he adds. ''“Yeah, I hear you Fats, now hand over the-“'' he quickly jerks the bag away before you can grab it, ''“Fuck! Come on dog…”''. Fats looks dead serious, holding the bag up and raising one of his index fingers, indicating his sincerity, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“And if you run for me… You’re running for Big-E”''@@. With that said, he gingerly extends the bag forward to you. Suspending his annoying game of ‘keep away’, he allows you to take the weed from him this time. Flipping the bag around in your hands, you examine the buds, and only then do Fats’ words register in your brain, ''“Did you say Biggie?”''. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“I said… BIIIIG – EEEE”''@@ he enunciates, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“If anyone thinks they can try to fuck with me, they have the fat man to deal with…”''@@. That statement confuses you, ''“Fat man? I thought you were the fat man…”''. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Fuck you, guy… I’m husky…”''@@ he retorts, sounding more than a little defensive. ''“Husky? Shit you gotta be like three hundred pounds, Fats…”'' you argue. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“WHA-!“''@@ he starts as if you slapped him right in the face, @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“I’M NOT THREE HUNDRED POUNDS, YOU ASSHOLE!”''@@. ''“Woah!”'' you step back, surprised by his outburst, ''“Ok, sorry my man, shit…”''. Huffing and puffing, Fats takes a moment to compose himself before offering a reply. @@color:darkgoldenrod;''“Don’t worry about MY weight, you need to be worried about THOSE kind of weights, guy”''@@ he explains, pointing to the bag of weed in your hand. ''“No doubt…”'' you promise, tucking the bag under your shirt and extending a fist out to Fats. Reluctant at first, he quickly relents, accepting your fist-bump and walking back over to his chair without another word. Taking the stairs, you exit the building with your prize and head back toward the school. With a quick stop at your car to stash the weed, you make it back just in time for your next class. <<set $fatsdebt += 150>>\ <<set $weed += 28>>\ <<print "Fats Debt = 150">> <<print "Weed + 28">> [[Next|Week 2 Lunch Transition]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/telephone.jpg" width="400" height="253"></center> Without looking, you casually reach for the receiver, blindly scooping it up and bringing it to your ear, ''“Hello?”''. @@color:pink;''“Hi! It’s Kate! Remember me? …your girlfriend”''@@ she asks, sounding a bit annoyed. ''“What? Of course I remember you, babe… What do you mean?”'' you reply, feeling very confused. @@color:pink;''“Ok, I was just checking, since you never call me or anything…”''@@ she retorts. Suddenly it strikes you that she’s right, ''“Ahh fuck, yeah, I know… Things have just been crazy lately, ya know?”''. @@color:pink;''“I understand, you just don’t have any time for me”''@@ her voice is very curt and it sounds like she’s about to hang up the phone. ''“No-no-no it’s not like that, of course I have time for you!”'' you quickly interject, hoping to ease her concerns. @@color:pink;''“It doesn’t seem like it… I mean, you’re supposed to be my boyfriend, but you’ve never even asked me out on a date!”''@@ she complains, and you can hear the frustration in her voice. ''“Shit, you’re right, babe… I’ll make it up to you”'' you promise. @@color:pink;''“……………So?”''@@ she asks, expectantly. ''“So, what?”'' you question. @@color:pink;''“ASK ME OUT ON A DATE!”''@@ she shrieks, @@color:pink;''“Oh my god, K, you’re so clueless sometimes!”''@@. Clearing your throat, you make a quick recovery, ''“Ahem – My lady, would you care to accompany me to…”'' pausing for a moment to think of a destination, you’re relieved when Kate interrupts. @@color:pink;''“That cute French restaurant that opened up downtown? I would love to!”''@@ she gleefully accepts. ''“Hehehe yeah, no doubt… I gotchu, babe”'' you laugh, finally discovering her plan. @@color:pink;''“REALLY!? OH MY GOOOOD! You’re the BEST, K! –muah- -muah-“''@@ she squeals, making kissing sounds through the phone that titillate your senses, @@color:pink;''“It’s no rush though, you can pick me up at nine”''@@. That part comes as a bit of a shock, ''“Oh, tonight??”''. The sound of her voice audibly drops an octave, @@color:pink;''“Yeah, tonight… Unless you have something better to do…”''@@. ''“Nah, tonight is cool… “'' you reassure her, hoping to sustain this momentum, ''“I miss spending time with my girl”''. @@color:pink;''“Awww! You’re soooo sweet!”''@@ she coos, @@color:pink;''“I have to start getting ready, see you tonight, K!”''@@. ''“I can’t wait!”'' you answer, hanging up the phone and thinking about what just happened. Kate obviously wanted to go to this restaurant, but instead of just telling you that, she strung you along through some kind of guilt puppetry. There’s something about her approach that really irks you, but putting those thoughts to rest for now, you focus on the preparation for your date. <<set $kateweek2 += 1>>\ [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Kate 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katehome.jpg" width="600" height="300"></center> After a quick shower, you splash on some cool water cologne and slick your hair back, getting psyched up in the mirror before your date. Opening up your closet, it quickly becomes apparent that you have no formal attire to speak of. The best you can manage is your trusty khakis and a button up, collared shirt. Donning the best gear available, you can only hope it’s enough to satisfy the restaurant’s dress code. A last minute check of your appearance makes you smile, filling you with confidence, so you pick up your keys and wallet, heading out into the world. It’s a short drive over to Kate’s place, and you make it there just in time for your date. Sounding your horn in two quick bursts, you lounge back in the driver’s seat, keeping an eye on the front door. After a few minutes, the door opens and Kate emerges in full stride. <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katedress.jpg" height= "640" width="399" style="float:left;"/>\ The slinky, black cocktail dress impossibly clings to her magnificent curves, hugging her body like a jealous lover. The straps do little to hide the supple skin of her shoulders and breast, while covering enough to secure her modesty. Every long, swaying step makes her look like a runway model, swinging her hips to and fro like a pendulum designed to mesmerize you. Your gaze travels up her legs forever, until finally coming to rest at the front hem of her dress. The cut is scandalously short, shifting and fluttering with every motion, promising a glimpse of her panties that never comes. The effect has you rock hard in anticipation, until your slumber is broken when she lands in the seat beside you. </body> @@color:pink;''“Hi!”''@@ she beams. It takes you a moment to recover, prying your eyes off her body and retrieving your jaw from the floor, ''“Holy shit, Kate! You look amazing!”''. She tilts her head, smiling sideways @@color:pink;''“Thanks”''@@. Her mannerisms and intonation make it clear that she isn’t just acknowledging your compliment, but agreeing with you – she looks smoking hot, and she knows it. ''“Where did you get this dress?”'' you ask, tracing a finger up her shoulder while resting your other hand flat against her stomach. She giggles at your attention, but doesn’t answer the question. Running your fingers into her hair, you draw nearer, shifting your other hand to outline the curve of her waist and hip. ''“mmmmmm, and you smell good too''” you breathe, taking in the enchanting scent of her perfume and hair products, planting a soft peck on her cheek. @@color:pink;''“Heeheehee, stoooooop”''@@ she teases, twisting and gyrating her body in response to your touch. You can barely contain yourself, she is absolutely scrumptious, and you want to touch, squeeze, lick and bite every inch of her body, ''“Good enough to eat!”''. Diving in, you hungrily suckle at her neck, running your other hand up between her thighs. Kate gasps, swelling her breast and stiffening her back, before she reaches down to slap your wrist, @@color:pink;''“Bad boy! No dessert until after dinner”''@@. Flushed and hot, your breathing is elevated and you’re throbbing down below. It takes all of your control to avoid whining like a hungry dog, ''“Damn, baby… You’re killing me here…”''. Smiling deviously, you can tell she enjoys torturing you, @@color:pink;''“And you better finish all your vegetables too”''@@. With a sigh, you fall back into your seat feeling slightly dejected, but you’re still determined to succeed tonight. Turning on the engine, you throw the car into gear heading for the destination of your date. [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Kate 3]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katerestaurantexterior.jpg" width="630" height="472"></center> Pulling up in front of the place is pretty daunting, staring up at a wall of glass and lights, strategically dotted with sculpted shrubberies. It’s at this moment that it finally dawns on you, that this “cute” restaurant, as Kate portrayed it, is going to be prohibitively expensive. Hoping you have the necessary funds, it’s too late to back out now, so you park the car and lead Kate toward the entrance. Just inside the doors, a pristinely dressed hostess stands ready to accept you. @@color:red;''“Bonjour!”''@@ she greets, displaying a brilliant, practiced smile and a heavy, French accent. She has a fairly youthful appearance, but you’re sure that she’s deep into her forties. You take the initiative to speak, ''“Hello, we would like a table, please”''. She frowns slightly, but you’re unsure if it’s because of your appearance or that you’re speaking English, @@color:red;''“Reservations, monsieur?”''@@. ''“Uhh…”'' you stammer, caught off guard by her question, causing you to begin sweating nervously. @@color:pink;''“Yes”''@@ Kate offers, @@color:pink;''“Do you have a reservation for two? The name is Kate”''@@. Raising a tiny pair of gold-rimmed spectacles, she peers at her ledger momentarily before smiling up at Kate, @@color:red;''“Oui, madame”''@@. Without further ado, she leads Kate into the restaurant, throwing you a disapproving look, but allowing you to follow behind. Thankfully, Kate had made arrangements ahead of time, but it was before she even asked you. She could have just cancelled if you decided to refuse, or maybe… she would have called someone else. The thought is gone when you’re seated at a table opposite Kate, and the hostess finally gives you some privacy with a final, @@color:red;''“Bon apetit”''@@. [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Kate 4]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katerestaurantinterior.jpg" width="616" height="411"></center> The place is covered in gold inlay, from wainscoting to crown moulding, interrupted only by red cloth drapery and massive religious icons. Clearly a classical style, but the sheer opulence of the place makes you think the pope may walk out at any moment, in full regalia. While the décor is impressive, all you can think of is the prices they must be charging. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katewaiter.jpg" width="615" height="409"></center> Right on cue, the waiter shows up to drop off a pair of menus on the table, @@color:yellow;''“Bonjour, madame!”''@@ he gushes, bowing nearly in half. Turning to regard you, you can see his eyes widen slightly, inspecting your attire with, what could only be described as, mild outrage. The pause is only a fraction of a second long, but he returns to form, giving you’re a curt nod, @@color:yellow;''“…et monsieur”''@@. Thankfully, the waiter leaves, giving you and Kate time to study your menus. Sure enough, all of the dishes are in French, and there are no prices attached. You really start sweating now, hiding behind the menu and desperately looking for something that seems familiar. Unsure of how much time has gone by, you’re still hunting the menu for a potential order when the waiter returns. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/chateaulafite.jpg" width="465" height="620"></center> @@color:yellow;''“Chateau Lafite!”''@@ he announces, putting a bottle of wine on display over his forearm. Uncorking the bottle, he hands the cork to Kate and signals her to sniff it. She complies, and her eyes light up in excitement. The waiter smiles proudly, as if he crushed the grapes himself, then he pours a small amount into a wine glass for Kate to sample. Carefully raising the glass, she tilts it back until the liquid just barely touches her lips, @@color:pink;''“Wow! That’s soooo good! Can I have a glass, K?”''@@. Ordering wine in an expensive restaurant is a red flag, but Kate really seems to want it, @@color:pink;''“Pleeeeeese?”''@@ she adds, smiling sweetly. ''“Sure, babe, anything you want…”'' you play it off, but hope she doesn’t decide to take the whole bottle. @@color:yellow;''“Es-tu prêt, madame?”''@@ the waiter asks. Though you don’t understand his words, his motioning to the menu indicates that it’s time to place an order. @@color:pink;''“Ummm…”''@@ Kate struggles a bit with her decision, but the waiter leans in eager to please, hanging on her every syllable, @@color:pink;''“The chicken?”''@@. @@color:yellow;''“Ah, le poulet cordon bleu, oui madame?”''@@ he suggests. @@color:pink;''“Oui!”''@@ Kate echoes, happily handing back the menu. The waiter is equally excited by her success at ordering a meal, conveying that she should be proud of accomplishing this feat. When he directs his attention to you, it’s much different, devoid of any passion, or even eye contact, @@color:yellow;''“…Et monsieur?”''@@. Twisting the menu around, you point to a particular item, ''“The beef?”'', it’s more of a question than a selection. The waiter leans in to inspect the menu, @@color:yellow;''“Ahh, tartare aller-retour?”''@@, he looks rather surprised by your choice. By some stroke of luck, you seem to have impressed him with this, so you smile and nod. @@color:yellow;''“Avec les frites?”''@@ he asks, but this time you’re completely stumped, staring at him like some slack-jawed yokel. His eyes flutter, as if he wanted to roll his eyes but restrained himself at the last moment, @@color:yellow;''“Ze frenshh friez, monsieur”''@@. For some reason, his accent is so much stronger when he speaks English. ''“Yeah, French fries… that’s cool”'' you reply, dropping all pretense of feigned sophistication. His behavior has annoyed you since you sat down, and you’ve had about enough of it. He immediately senses your irritation, and the feeling is clearly mutual, @@color:yellow;''“Besouin de //Catsup// aussi? Hehe”''@@ he mutters under his breath, chuckling, and solidifying his arrogant condescension towards you. ''“Yeah!”'' you say a little louder, catching one of the words he said, ''“You know what? Bring me some ketchup too…”''. His eyes flash at you, and his jaw tightens up at having his bluff called, @@color:yellow;''“Bon!”''@@ he declares, almost spitting the word. Taking the menu from your hand, he spins on his heel and stiffly walks away. Kate has been lost in her glass the whole time, finally looking up at you, @@color:pink;''“Isn’t this place great, K?”''@@. Forcing a tight smile for Kate’s benefit, you nod, but deep down, you’re still stewing over the waiter’s attitude. [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Kate 5]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katerestaurantinterior.jpg" width="616" height="411"></center> Leaning back in your chair, you try not to think about how much it’s costing you to take all this abuse. Kate on the other hand, has nearly worked her way through that glass of wine, and with how fascinated she seems by it, you’re beginning to wonder if it was drugged. A clamor of ooohs and aaahs erupts from the other customers, and the excitement gets your attention. Twisting around to get a look at the entrance, you can see a limousine parked out front, and through the doorway, in walks… Bruce Willis! <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/brucewillis.jpg" width="375" height="375"></center> ''“Oh shit”'' you say aloud, surprised to see an ‘A’ list celebrity in the flesh. It’s a bit surreal, spotting someone you’ve only seen in movies, now moving freely through the public. You’re a bit star-struck by the experience, but when you see the shock and glee of the others around you, it seems a bit much. Some of the women are fanning themselves, clutching at their chests, nearly on the verge of tears at his very presence. Something about this reaction displeases you, and your own feelings of admiration quickly deflate, almost to the point of contempt. Bruce himself offers the crowd a smile, but puts his head down, hoping to avoid much of the attention and focus on enjoying a nice meal. While Bruce is dressed very casually, far below what might be accepted in a place like this, his associate is clad in a black suit that’s all business. It might be his agent, manager, or some other kind of celebrity handler, but judging by his stature, he’s no bodyguard. When you look at Kate, she’s nearly in a state of panic with her mouth hanging open in amazement. When she’s finally able to make a sound, it’s a giddy squeak of enthusiasm, @@color:pink;''“Eeeeeeeeeee! It’s Bruce Willis!”''@@. Out of breath, she hyperventilates, @@color:pink;''“omigod-omigod-omigod. I love Bruce Willis! Don’t you just LOVE him, K?”''@@. She doesn’t even look at you when asking the question, but you offer a half-hearted reply, ''“…Yeah, sure… Die Hard was pretty cool I guess…”''. She doesn’t respond, looking lost and starry-eyed in a way that starts to make you feel sick with jealousy. Folding your arms across your chest, you realize that a place like this takes forever to deliver the food, so you’re forced to sit there fuming. The longer you stare at Kate without her returning your gaze, the angrier you become, until you can barely stand it. The silence gives you time to devise a plan, a way to leverage this celebrity to your advantage, but it could be risky, and you might be better off just ignoring him. [[Approach Bruce|Week 2 : After School : Kate : Approach]] [[Ignore Bruce|Week 2 : After School : Kate : Ignore]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/restaurantbathroom.jpg" width="600" height="490"></center> Running through your plan, you wait for the correct moment to execute, and when Bruce stands up heading for the bathroom, you spring into action. Once the door closes behind him, you casually rise and follow him inside. There’s no sign of Bruce, but one of the stalls is occupied, so you take the opportunity to empty your own bladder in the closest urinal. Just as you’re finishing up and heading for the sink, Bruce exits the stall, operating the sink right next to yours. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/brucelook.jpg" width="375" height="375"></center> After a few seconds, you break the silence, ''“Hey Bruce…”''. His eyes dart toward you for barely an instant before he’s looking back down at his hands, completely unresponsive. ''“Look, I get it, man… I’m not trying to be that guy, so I’ll make this quick. I’m out on a first date with this chick, and seriously, I think she could be THE ONE, man. She loves your movies, and I’m a fan too! Die Hard is the shit! What even comes close?”''. While he doesn’t respond, you think you can see the hint of a smile on his face… So you press on, ''“On your way back from the bathroom, if you could just stop by my table and say hi, it would mean the world to me! I’m not gonna bust your balls and try to keep you there, just literally five seconds of your time”''. Bruce completely ignores you, scrubbing away at hands that are already clean, deliberately ghosting you. ''“I know, you can’t go around doing favors for everyone that asks, and if you don’t want to, it’s totally cool, man… But please… Do me this solid, help a brother out!”''. Something about his blank stare makes you think he’s either considering it, or totally zoning out. The conversation is clearly over, so you wrap it up, ''“Thanks, Bruce… Have a good night my brother…”''. With that you leave him behind, heading back to your table. Sure enough, the waiter is back, hovering over Kate like some kind of vulture, bent over and whispering things to her that you can’t hear. She is giggling about something, but her head perks up when she sees you approaching. The waiter catches on as well, and he makes a swift departure before you can reach the table. Remaining standing, you watch the waiter leave before settling back into your seat. The first thing you notice is that Kate is now very tipsy, and her glass of wine has been refreshed. The food still hasn’t arrived yet and your patience is wearing thin. <<if $body != 2>>\ [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Kate : Approach Alpha]] <</if>>\ <<if $body == 2>>\ [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Kate : Approach Beta]] <</if>>\

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katerestaurantinterior.jpg" width="616" height="411"></center> With Bruce seated somewhere behind you, Kate is constantly staring over your shoulder, studying him like an exotic animal. @@color:pink;''“You know Bruce used to be a BARTENDER!? How crazy is that??”''@@ Kate asks, filled to the brim with glee and excitement. @@color:pink;''“I mean, could you imagine Bruce Willis making you a drink? HAHAHA!”''@@ she laughs, truly delighted. ''“Heh… yeah…”'' you offer a half-hearted reply. @@color:pink;''“You know he’s married to Demi Moore??”''@@ she continues. ''“Yup”'' you say rather flatly, clearly unimpressed. @@color:pink;''“They have two kids together! Rumer and Scout! Aren’t those just the cutest baby names??”''@@ she rambles on. Forcing a tight smile, you notice that you’ve been grinding your teeth this whole time, and it’s beginning to give you a headache. Raising one hand up to your brow, you rub both of your temples using your thumb and forefinger. Kate doesn’t seem to notice your discomfort, continuing to blurt out facts about Bruce Willis that she undoubtedly read in some celebrity magazine. Just before you’re about to have a meltdown, the waiter returns. Although you’re not thrilled to see him again, you’re happy the food has finally arrived, and you’re starving by this point. Looking on eagerly, you watch him serve Kate a colorful, aromatic dish that is perfectly plated and garnished. Nearly drooling, you lean back with excitement, awaiting your own perfect meal. The waiter briskly plops it in front of you, @@color:yellow;''“Bon Apetit”''@@, then quickly spins away from the table. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/restaurantdish.jpg" width="598" height="442"></center> Staring at the meager contents of the plate, you’re incredibly disappointed, and your eyes are instantly drawn to the meat. It looks like a chuck of raw ground beef they threw in a pan for ten seconds, and then just dumped it onto a plate. Pressing your fork on top of the patty produces a pool of juice and blood to leak from the sides. Even the smell of it is distasteful, nearly to the point of spoiling your appetite altogether. On the plus side, they remembered your ketchup, but it just sits there, serving to infuriate you even more. ''“WAITER!”'' you call out. He clearly hears you, but takes his sweet-ass time coming over, stopping at every single table along the way. When he finally arrives, he’s holding some kind little metal folder, @@color:yellow;''“Monsieur?”''@@. ''“What the hell is this?”'' you indicate, twisting the plate to give him a better look, but he just squints at the plate in confusion. The anger in your voice becomes much more pronounced, ''“It’s RAW, man! Are you blind!?"''. To punctuate your statement, you press down on the meat, causing it to piss out a disgusting, viscous fluid. The waiter just shakes his head repeatedly, gesturing sharply at the plate with one hand, @@color:yellow;''”Tartare aller-retour, monsieur”''@@. When you don’t react, he repeats it, but louder, hoping the volume will help you understand his language, @@color:yellow;''“TARTARE ALLER-RETOUR!”''@@. ''“Well why don’t you //RETOURN// it back to the fucking kitchen!”'' you snap, mocking his accent, and causing a rumble of murmurs to erupt from the restaurant all around you. His face tightens up, and somehow, his back becomes even more rigid than usual, @@color:yellow;''“Sous-merde”''@@ he growls under his breath. ''“What!?”'' you demand, cupping a hand up to your ear, ''“Merde?? That means SHIT, right?”''. His eyes grow wider in outrage at your every subsequent word, ''“Yeah… I saw Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure, bitch!”''. ''“I got your //MERDE// right here, motherfucker!”'' you bark, lifting the plate up to watch the meat slide off, landing heavily on the table like a clop of shit. He’s finally had enough, shoving the little metal folder in your direction, @@color:yellow;''“YOU! GO!”''@@. Standing to your feet to confront him, you snatch the folder from his hand. When you open it up, it’s the bill, and the bottom line reads $200.00. This sends you into a rage, ''“I AINT PAYING SHIT! BITCH!”'', you shout, flinging the worthless folder at his feet like a piece of trash. His disgusted expression makes you want to punch him out, and it takes all of your discipline to restrain yourself. ''“You tried to POISON me, motherfucker!”'' you claim, stepping right into his personal space. ''“You’re lucky I don’t smash your fucking face in for disresPECTING ME!”'' you threaten, poking two fingers into his forehead and violently shoving his face away. Averting his gaze from you, the waiter stares at the ground and scurries away toward the kitchen. For the first time during your tirade, you notice Kate, and she looks shocked, cupping both of her hands over her mouth. ''“Let’s get out of here, babe…”'' you suggest, extending a hand to help her up. She is visibly embarrassed, and trying to hide herself from the prying eyes of the other customers. ''“These rich fucks are all the same…”'' you growl, scanning the room full of aristocrats and fops, “…no class!”. Although there is no reaction to your comment, you lead Kate out, but not before making an announcement to the crowd in your best Tony Montana voice, ''“So say goodnight to the bad guy!”''. [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Kate : Approach Alpha 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katerestaurantinterior.jpg" width="616" height="411"></center> After a few minutes, Bruce walks out of the bathroom, and you can see him scanning the area until he spots you. Establishing eye-contact, he makes a straight shot to your table. Delighting to see your plan come to fruition, you reach out to take Kate by the hands. She’s a bit surprised at first, but you warmly hold her hands, looking her right in the eyes. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but Kate looks back at you affectionately around her wine glass. It’s at precisely this moment that Bruce arrives, sporting a wide smile and extending his hand towards you, @@color:purple;''“Hi, I’m Bru-“''@@ ''“Woah-woah-woah!”'' you snap, raising a hand to cut him off in disgust, ''“I know who the fuck you are, dog…”''. Bruce is frozen in place, furrowing his brow in confusion, and Kate’s eyes fly open in surprise. ''“Can’t you see I’m with my lady here? The fuck is wrong with you?”'' you chastise him. Kate’s mouth falls open now, and she raises both her hands to cover it up. In the two seconds it takes Bruce to process what is happening, you dismiss him with a backward jerk of your thumb, ''“get the fuck out of here”''. When you see Bruce’s face redden in anger, you immediately ghost him, like he did to you. You know this gives him the perfect opportunity to sucker punch you, which is what makes it so much more disrespectful. You’re not worried about Bruce… He’s smart enough to know that he’s checkmated here as a celebrity. This small dent to his ego isn’t worth the potential ensuing scandal he could face. In fact, you really hope he does decide to hit you, that’s all the excuse you will need. With a slight jerk, you squeeze Kate’s hand a little tighter, causing her to turn and face you, but she still watches Bruce from the corner of her eye, wondering what he will do. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Bruuuuce!”''@@ cries his handler, charging down the aisle to the rescue. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Bruce! No, Bruce! Not again…”''@@ he implores, clinging to his arm and patting him on the shoulder. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“It’s not worth it, Bruce”''@@ he assures, twisting Bruce’s body and walking him away. Kate starts cracking up with laughter, and her hands are doing little to muffle the sound. It’s enough to make Bruce turn his head back around, and you flash him a wolfish grin in return. Kate is giggling uncontrollably, and she’s definitely not looking at Bruce anymore, she’s looking at you – and she’s not the only one. You just notice that everyone in the restaurant is staring at you, horrified, and before you can truly revel in your victory, the waiter skitters back over. At this point, you know the score, so you greet him appropriately, ''“Oh, this motherfucker again… What’s up, man?”''. In a truly dramatic fashion, he holds a scrap of paper aloft that you assume is the bill, and he tears it into tiny pieces before throwing it into the air like confetti – @@color:yellow;''“YOU! OUT!”''@@ he demands, planting his feet together and pointing to the exit with an outstretched arm. Kate looks slightly embarrassed now, but she waits to see what you might do next. Lounging for a bit longer, you ignore him, before standing up on your own, as if not following his orders, but making the decision to leave yourself, ''“Fuck this… we out, shorty”''. Standing to help Kate out of her chair, you turn to face the waiter again. ''"These rich fucks are all the same…"'' you pause to obviously look him up and down, like he did to you, ''“No class!”''. He scoffs at your comment, and you immediately head-fake him, causing him to flinch wildly, even raising his arms up to protect his face, ''“Pffft… Bitch!”''. This makes Kate laugh out loud again, and you proudly wrap your arm around her waist to escort her out. [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Kate : Approach Alpha 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katerestaurantinterior.jpg" width="616" height="411"></center> After a few minutes, Bruce walks out of the bathroom, and you can see him scanning the area until he spots you. Establishing eye-contact, he makes a straight shot to your table. Delighted to see your plan come to fruition, you reach out to take Kate by the hands. She’s a bit surprised at first, but you warmly smile, looking her right in the eyes. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but Kate looks back at you affectionately around her wine glass. @@color:purple;''“Hi, I’m Bruce Willis”''@@ he greets, extending a hand towards you. ''“hehe”'' you chuckle, ''“I know, nice to meet you Mr. Willis”''. Reaching out to meet his hand, you can’t help but notice how much bigger it is than yours. He’s got a hell of a grip, almost effortlessly crushing your hand, and it takes a concerted effort not to wince. The callouses on his palm, and the knots on his knuckles, mark the sign of a manual laborer. Unconsciously staring at his hand, your gaze travels up his arm, which boasts a bulk visible even through his clothes. You hate to admit it, but you’re kind of impressed. By the time he’s releasing your hand, you finally try to re-establish eye contact, but he has already switched over to Kate. @@color:purple;''“And a good evening to you as well, my dear”''@@ Bruce smiles, dripping with confidence and charisma. Kate is almost shaking, her mouth hanging slightly open, and her eyes nearly popping out of her skull. She reddens at his words, hiding behind her wine glass, and seeming unable to form a coherent sentence, @@color:pink;''“Hi, Mr. Willis…”''@@ she finally breathes. @@color:purple;''“Please… Call me Bruce”''@@ he quickly offers. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katebitelip.gif" width="500" height="376"></center> Kate visibly melts at his words, smiling sweetly and biting her lower lip, @@color:pink;''“…Bruuuce”''@@ she coos. She looks so sexy right now, her breast heaving in excitement, causing your dick to swell up, tightly compressing into your undies. Bruce smiles broadly, leaning in to take her hand, @@color:purple;''“And what’s your name, gorgeous?”''@@. The mirth in his tone of voice serves to pass the compliment off as a mere platonic observation, a statement of fact. Still, you feel a pinprick of jealousy at his brazen assertiveness, after all, he never asked for YOUR name. @@color:pink;''“Kate”''@@ she quickly responds, but it comes out as a breathless peep, making her look even cuter. Offering her hand in return, it raises, limp-wristed, at his suave gesture of greeting. Slowly bowing forward, he brings his lips to within an inch of her hand, maintaining eye contact with her the entire time. @@color:purple;''“Charmed”''@@ he smiles, gently pressing his lips to her pale flesh in a formal, courtly manner. @@color:pink;''“heehee”''@@ Kate giggles at the sensation, arching her shoulders at the sudden wetness of his lips. Somehow, the European sensibility of that act is considered not just acceptable, but polite and respectful. Regardless, you begin to fume at the audacity of this man. Bruce’s eyes squint in recognition, and you note that he doesn’t release Kate’s hand, @@color:purple;''“Didn’t I see you at a red carpet gala?”''@@. @@color:pink;''“Haha! Noooo…”''@@ Kate gushes, pleased to be mistaken for a member of high society. Bruce smiles even wider at her response, bearing a perfect set of insanely white, Hollywood teeth, @@color:purple;''“I’m sure it was you, you were accompanying Brad Pitt on the opening night of-”''@@. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katelaugh.jpg" width="225" height="300"></center> @@color:pink;''“Hahahahaha! Stooooooop!”''@@ Kate giggles, absolutely tickled by this amazing case of mistaken identity, clutching at her chest and playfully slapping Bruce on the shoulder. You notice her gaze briefly travel to the bulk of his arm, and her eyes widen in approval. The noises Bruce is able to wring out of your girlfriend begin to turn your stomach. @@color:purple;''“I’m so sorry”''@@ he apologizes, @@color:purple;''“What agency are you signed to?”''@@. @@color:pink;''“Ummmm...”''@@ Kate wonders, studying the ceiling for a moment, as if hoping the correct answer is written there. @@color:purple;''“What modelling agency?”''@@ Bruce clarifies, sparing her any further confusion. @@color:pink;''“Oh I’m… I’m not a model…”''@@ Kate finally reveals, and though the sexy smile never leaves her face, you detect a degree of sadness in her eyes. @@color:purple;''“What? REALLY??”''@@ Bruce gapes, seeming genuinely surprised - The first genuine emotion he has displayed thus far, as far as you’re concerned at least. With an adventurous flash of his eyes, Bruce’s voice takes on a more urgent tone, @@color:purple;''“I have a crazy idea, if you think you’re up for it”''@@. Kate’s eyebrows raise, captivated by his every word. He takes her delicate hand in both of his, @@color:purple;''“I’m heading for a production meeting tonight with Harvey and Quentin, and after reading the script, I think you would be perfect for a role in the film”''@@. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katesurprised.jpg" width="412" height="307"></center> Kate goes white as a ghost, bewildered beyond the capacity for rational thought, @@color:pink;''“What??”''@@ she gasps, completely flummoxed. //''WHAT????!''// you think to yourself, just barely able to avoid barking it out loud. @@color:purple;''“Pardon me, I’m used to dealing with people in the industry… That’s Quentin Tarantino and Harvey Weinstein…”''@@ Bruce clarifies. @@color:pink;''“Oh… ummm… Mr. Will- …Bruce, I’m sorry, but I’ve never done any acting before”''@@ Kate admits, the disappointment thick in her voice. @@color:purple;''“Hehehe”''@@ he chuckles in a very distinctly Bruce Willis way, @@color:purple;''“You don’t know how many times I’ve heard that, babe”''@@. //''BABE?''// surely an industry term that Hollywood dickheads use on a daily basis. @@color:purple;''“You’ve got the look, and that’s something you have to be born with… Acting is the easy part”''@@ he explains. Kate has a far off look in her eyes, transfixed under his gaze like a form of hypnosis. She believes him, at this very moment, she is imagining her life as a Hollywood starlet. You on the other hand, think he’s full of fucking shit. This isn’t how it works… A-List celebrities don’t pluck young girls out of restaurants to appear in feature films… Do they??? You can’t let this charade go on any longer, it’s time to put an end to Bruce’s poaching. Placing your hand on the table to adopt a stronger posture, you clumsily knock your silverware into your water glass. The clinks and clacks of metal on glass perfectly match your nervous energy. You didn’t realize that your hands were shaking so much, and you feel embarrassed by your blunder, weakening your position even more. Before you can recover and voice your complaints, Bruce beats you to the punch. Almost as if noticing you for the first time, Bruce looks at you from the corner of his eye. @@color:purple;''“Of course…”''@@ he begins, swiveling to rest a hand on your shoulder, @@color:purple;''“I wouldn’t dream of imposing on your dinner”''@@. ''“Of course!”'' you quickly reply, feeling slightly relieved to see the pendulum swing in your direction for a change. He is very accommodating, and you can’t help but be reassured by the friendly shoulder pat he gives you. Turning back to address Kate, without removing his hand from your shoulder, he explains, @@color:purple;''“The boys are flying back out to L.A. tomorrow, so it’s kind of a one-shot deal… The choice is yours, but I refuse to proceed without the permission of your friend here”''@@. Your ears perk up at his last few words, amazed that Bruce would lay this gift in your lap. His hand massages your shoulder in encouragement, forcing you to smile slightly, knowing that you have the final say. When you glance over at Kate, her eyes plead with you, but she doesn’t speak a word. @@color:purple;''“Just remember,”''@@ Bruce notes, @@color:purple;''“This is strictly business, and it’s a BIG opportunity… Talent is one thing, but having friends in high places? Well… hehehe”''@@ he chuckles, not even bothering to finish his sentence, preferring to let you connect the dots yourself. With the ball now squarely in your court, this decision is a lot more difficult than you initially thought. There’s no doubt, you want Kate to go home with you tonight, but what if this is a real opportunity, and she was destined to be discovered tonight? Even if it’s most likely bullshit, there is still a minute chance that this could be a life changing experience for Kate. Should you deprive her of that chance just so you can fuck her tonight? Are you really that selfish? You’re having trouble reconciling your conflicted feelings on the matter when you suddenly realize something… Bruce did this intentionally, while you allowed him to operate completely unmolested, he’s been working multiple steps ahead of you - and now it’s checkmate. Fuck that, you can’t just sit back and let this happen. @@color:pink;''“K?”''@@ Kate suddenly asks, snapping you out of your thought process. She looks just as flustered as you, shifting impatiently, waiting to find out what her fate will be tonight, and the decision is yours. ''“Huh? What?”'' you reply, acting like you missed the question. It will take Kate some amount of time to paraphrase Bruce’s offer, which buys you a few precious seconds to construct your own reply. No matter how you word it, if you refuse, Kate will become very upset. This alone basically eliminates any chance of you getting laid tonight regardless. Worse still, it will force her to choose between you… and Bruce Willis. He’s a fully developed, mature man of the world, with the kind of resources and life experience you couldn’t hope to compete with. Immediately recalling how large his hands are, you wonder if he dwarfs you in other areas as well. Frowning, you try to push the thought from your mind, but there’s no denying it - you’re not half the man he is, and that’s without even factoring in the fame and fortune. Kate sighs heavily, rolling her eyes because you’re forcing her to ask you directly, @@color:pink;''“Can’t we just have dinner some other time, K?”''@@. You’re out of time, and there’s only one viable option if you plan to stay in Kate’s good graces. ''“Oh!”'' you feign surprise, ''“Yeah-yeah-yeah”'' you dismissively wave, ''“I thought you were asking something else… Of course we can, baby”''. @@color:pink;''“REALLY!?”''@@ Kate beams, overjoyed by your decision. ''“Hell yeah! I fully support you, and it’s Bruce fucking Willis!”'' you reply, patting Bruce’s hand on your shoulder. Trying to play it off as casual as you can, the concession may be more than you can emotionally handle. @@color:pink;''“Ohmigod! YES!”''@@ she cheers, clapping her hands and looking up at Bruce like a giddy schoolgirl. It pains you to see her so excited to spend time with someone else, but you try to force a smile regardless. An acrid taste rises up in your throat, and it feels as if you might be sick at this very moment - it takes a concerted effort to hold your lunch in. You’re under an incredible amount of pressure in this situation, and you notice that Bruce’s hand has steadily become heavier and heavier on your shoulder, forcing you to bear his substantial weight. At the same time, his other hand helps Kate rise out of her chair - to leave you, and join him. It almost seems like he’s pinning you to your seat, just in case you decide to change your mind at the last minute. Kate eagerly tiptoes around the table, bending forward at the waist to take your head in her hands. @@color:pink;''“Mwah! You’re the BEST, K! Mwah! Mwah!”''@@ she thanks you in between peppering your face with a barrage of cute little kisses. Your smile becomes a bit more natural, but she must see something in your eyes. @@color:pink;''“Awww… Don’t feel bad, it’s strictly business”''@@ she insists, @@color:pink;''“Nothing’s gonna happen… I promise!”''@@. She really hammers the last word home, and you can’t help but believe her, as much as you want to doubt it. You nod in helpless assent, and she presses her luscious lips against yours. The soft touch of her strawberry flavored lips entrances you, reinforced by her intoxicating perfume. You want her right here, right now, but as quickly as it began, Kate pulls away, and it’s all over. Left wanting, you’re confronted with Bruce, who has positioned himself between you and Kate, @@color:purple;''“I’m impressed… very mature attitude you have, Kid, you’re going places, I can tell”''@@. You meet his gaze, tilting your head slightly and shrugging your shoulders in a non-committal gesture. He can see it now, you’re no longer buying what he’s selling, so he cuts the performance short, playing to Kate more than anything. @@color:purple;''“At least let me cover the cost of your meal”''@@ he offers, pausing for an imperceptible fraction of a second, @@color:purple;''“No-no, please… I insist”''@@. You never moved to stop him, so this is all bravado, complete with functional props, in the form of crisp hundred dollar bills. He drops one bill on the table, followed promptly by another, and finally a third that he haphazardly tosses at the pile in his haste to depart. The last bill catches a bit of lift, flying off the edge of the table and you instinctively bend down to retrieve it. Turning your head to Bruce, all you see are the bottom of his shoes, as he walks Kate toward the exit, their arms linked. <<set $money += 300>>\ <<print "Money +300">> <<set $restaurantbill = 0>>\ [[NEXT|Week 2 : After School : Kate : Approach Beta 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katerestaurantexterior.jpg" width="630" height="472"></center> The cool air outside the restaurant does little to quell the rage inside you. Walking briskly to your car, Kate is completely silent, and you can’t really tell how she feels right now. After helping her into the passenger seat, you join her in the car, slamming the door a little harder than you intended. Kate probably thinks you ruined the night, but you’re not going to sit there and be disrespected like that. Still though, it wasn’t her fault, and she doesn’t deserve to suffer for it. ''“Fuck…”'' you curse, gripping the wheel tightly before turning to address Kate, ''“Sorry about dinner, babe… These motherfu-“''. Your words are interrupted when Kate throws herself at you, cupping your face in her hands and kissing you deeply. Confused, you return the kiss, immediately detecting the strong taste of alcohol. Kate breaks the kiss, panting, flushed all the way down to her breast. She takes one of your hands and desperately pulls it between her legs, @@color:pink;''“You’re SO hot, K!”''@@. ''“Oh shit..”'' you muse, realizing that she hasn’t been wearing panties all night, and her pussy is sopping wet. Staring into her eyes, you can see the passion and fire within, the aching need. The way you handled the situation seems to have aroused her immensely, and she can’t keep her hands off you. A slight twitch of your finger makes her jump, twisting the fabric of her dress, and you’re reminded of how you felt when you first saw her tonight. The sweetness of her perfume is now intermingled with the scent of her burning loins, driving you mad with lust. The longer you stare into her eyes, growing in intensity by the second, the more sultry she becomes. ''“GRRRR!”'' you growl, seizing her by the hips and yanking her into your lap. @@color:pink;''“AH-“''@@ she gasps, allowing you to take control of her body, and willingly straddling you in the driver’s seat. The animal inside of you takes over, yanking down on the straps of her dress to leave her completely exposed from the waist up. Her beautiful breasts wobble around before your face is buried into them, sucking one of her firm nipples into your mouth. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katesucktits.webp" width="500" height="256"></center> @@color:pink;''“OHHH!”''@@ she moans, arching her back and wrapping her arms around your head to pull you in harder. Her hips begin to thrust against your crotch, immediately priming you for the main event. Fumbling around with your zipper, you’re able to free your throbbing cock. With no pretense of foreplay, you angle your hips and bury yourself inside Kate with one savage thrust. @@color:pink;''“AHHHHHHHH!”''@@ her scream mingles pleasure and pain. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katefrontseat.webp" width="500" height="270"></center> Unconcerned, you pump her full of hulking meat muscle, stretching out her wet hole. Grabbing her plush ass with both hands, you dig your fingers deep into her flesh, taking her roughly. ''“AARRGHH”'' you grunt, dominating her vulnerable pussy with powerful strokes, each one delving deeper and deeper into her guts. Kate’s head is thrown back, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream as she reciprocates your movements. @@color:pink;''“ooooooooooooooohhh”''@@ she whines, in one, long, drawn out moan until her breath is nearly ragged. Her eyes fly open, and you can see her drawing in a deep breath, signaling that she’s nearing climax. Both of her hands press flat against your chest, almost as if she wants you to stop. In your passion, you grab her firmly by the neck, ''“AHHH! Cum on my fucking dick, bitch!”'' you command, increasing the pace of your assault. Kate looks shocked, and her whole body begins to quiver. ''“UNNNGHH!”'' you groan, ''“Cum on my dick in the parking lot you fucking slut!”''. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/kategrabneck.webp" width="400" height="662"></center> Kate’s eyes roll back into her head, but her body is quick to obey you, bouncing around in your lap like a pinball machine. @@color:pink;''“OHHHHH FUCK ME!!”''@@ she begs, @@color:pink;''“FUCK MEEEEeeeeeee AIIIIEEEEE!!!”''@@. Her shriek pierces through the night in pure, unadulterated bliss, unconcerned of who might hear it. You fuck her right through her orgasm in a chorus squishy splats, punishing her privates with an onslaught of relentless thrusts. ''“UUUUNNNGGHHH!”'' The fury of it pushes you over the edge, impaling her on your cock with a final powerful injection. Holding her tight, your primed testicles contract, firing blast after blast of potent seed deep inside of Kate. The exertion leaves you barely conscious, and you’re vaguely aware of Kate lying limp on top of you, still wheezing from the act. Lingering for a while, you hold her in your arms, with your member still lodged up inside of her, along with your load of semen. It feels so good to be connected with her, so warm and comfortable that you don’t want it to ever end. With a slight positional adjustment, you tilt Kate’s head to lay over one of your shoulders and throw your car into gear. Sure enough, you’re hard again only minutes later, and you gently fuck her while driving, all the way home. Kate purrs and coos the entire time, delivering wet little kisses to your neck. By the time you make it back to her house, you’re exhausted, and there’s a second load inside of your girlfriend. Kate is soundly sleeping against your shoulder, and even snoring in a very cute way. Reluctantly, you wiggle your shoulder to rouse her, ''“Ok, we’re here, double-stuffed”''. Your comment brings her to life like a dose of smelling salts, pushing away to slap you on the chest, @@color:pink;''“Shut uuuup!”''@@. You flash a toothy grin, ''“You know I won’t be calling you back, right? Now that I know what an easy lay you are…”''. Kate gasps, trying to slap you in the face, but you catch her by the wrist @@color:pink;''“You’re such a jerk!”''@@ she complains. Running a hand up her cheek, you gently draw her in for a slow, precious kiss on the lips, assuring her that it was all in jest. Smiling back, Kate opens the door on your side, placing an unsteady step like a newborn calf before exiting the vehicle. To your surprise, she squats down and squeezes a small puddle of goo onto the asphalt, producing an audible splurt. With a final, sleepy smile, she straightens her dress and walks to her front door. Your last thoughts before driving back home are, this is one special girl. <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <</if>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<print "Dominance +5">> [[Go to sleep|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/storageroom.jpg" width="709" height="417"></center> The room is long and narrow, walled on either side with shelves. All manner of balls, mats, and physical education equipment fills the racks, clearly marking this as a storage room. A small desk tucked in the corner, flanked by a couple of metal folding chairs, serves as the Coach’s base of operations – Making the room double as his personal office. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Have a seat, son”''@@ he exhales, seeming like he doesn’t want to have this conversation. Without waiting for your reply, he squats down onto his own chair, resulting in an unsurprising metallic thud. When you sheepishly take your own seat, it’s more like a feather landing on a pile of cotton balls. The Coach leans forward, resting his elbows against the table, making it audibly creak under his weight. Without speaking a word, he stares at you from beneath a troubled brow, the disappointment is written all over his face. It seems like he’s waiting for you to speak, but all you can do is flush through multiple shades of pink, nearly matching the hue of your skimpy athletic apparel. The intensity of his glare presses you, determined to extract the information from your very brain. Your heart is beating so fast that it’s difficult to summon the breath necessary for speech. His expression is slowly melting into impatience, followed by anger, which only increases your apprehension. Forcing your trembling lips open, you try to explain yourself, but all that comes out is a squeak, similar to slowly letting the air out of a balloon. The Coach’s face beings to tighten, causing the cords on his neck to stand out in a threatening manner. Panicking, you open and close your mouth, gasping for breath, while your eyes begin to fill up with tears. Every muscle in his body begins to flex, which appears to make him grow in size, and then all at once, he erupts like a volcano. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/slamfist.jpg" width="700" height="467"></center> His fist comes down on the table so hard that it jumps on its legs, clattering everything on the desk and upending a pencil jar. You reel back in terror, nearly falling out of your chair. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“NO CRYING!”''@@ he roars, with a voice so gravelly that it may as well have come from a stone… and a boulder at that. Raising his gnarled fist, which looks like the knot of a tree, he points a carved finger directly at you. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“If you squirt anything out of your eyes, I’m gonna make you wish you were never born, boy!”''@@ the tone of his voice leaves no room for interpretation, it’s a direct threat. Whatever humiliation you felt is immediately overpowered by a sense of dread, locking your body in the bonds of fear. Whether it was a forced constriction of your tear ducts, or your bug-eyed stare increasing the surface area of your eyes to the air: Either way, the result is the same, your tears are arrested at the Coach’s command, backed up by the threat of physical consequences. The rest of your body falls into line as well, raising your chin and pulling your shoulders back in an almost military posture. [[Next|Week 2 Monday : Coach : Sub 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/storageroom.jpg" width="709" height="417"></center> The Coach pulls back, sitting upright in his chair, tilting his head down slightly, in what might be a nod of approval. His tone becomes more professional, but the words he speaks don’t match the sentiment, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Are you a faggot, Kevin?”''@@. ''“No!”'' you immediately reply, shocked by the candor of his question. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Are you a cross-dresser?”''@@ he follows up, as if reading these questions off a list. You sigh heavily, ''“No, Coach…”''. Sensing your impatience, he get’s right to the point, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“So why are you dressed like a sissy bimbo in MY GYM?”''@@. You become agitated again, ''“Come on, Coach! You already know Will forced me! He’s a BULLY! He’s… He’s a fucking asshole!”''. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Watch your fucking mouth, boy!”''@@ he snaps, the irony completely lost on him. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I know what he’s doing, and he will pay the price…”''@@ he notes, pausing to examine you for a silent moment, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“The question is, what are YOU doing?”''@@. The question confuses you, ''“What??”''. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Why did you let him dress you like that? Why didn’t you stop him?”''@@ the Coach asks, as if the most obvious thing in the world. ''“Wha-“'' you stumble over your words, bewildered by his suggestion, ''“Have you seen the SIZE of him?”''. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Uh-huh…”''@@ he immediately retorts, completely disregarding the point. At this point, you’re really becoming frustrated, ''“What am I supposed to do, Coach?? He’d kick my ass if I fought back!”''. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Because you’re a skinny little wimp?”''@@ he offers. Opening your mouth to protest, the words catch in your throat. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“A coward?”''@@ he adds, causing you to flinch slightly, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“A tattletale?”''@@. It’s very difficult to argue with him on these terms, so you swallow hard, rather than acknowledging his points. The Coach senses your inner conflict, but gives you no quarter, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“It’s not my job to teach you how to be a MAN! That’s your daddy’s job, and you can be sure, I’ll be telling him all about this”''@@. Showing little reaction, your eyes simply drop down and to the left, but your lack of response speaks volumes to the Coach. Taking a deep breath in and out, you almost see him soften for a moment, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Your dad wasn’t around, was he?”''@@. You try not to react, resenting the idea that he plans to psychoanalyze your life, but your brow does furrow as a result. Shaking his head in a mixture of disgust and disappointment, he begins to pontificate, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“What a disgrace! …A generation of men, raised by women… Is this what we fought for? What we DIED for?? So you can sashay around in lipstick and HIGH HEELS?”''@@. You’re not sure what he’s ranting about, but he’s unjustly projecting it onto you, ''“It’s not like that, Coach!”''. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“SHUT YOUR MOUTH!”''@@ he yells, intent to continue his lambasting, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“You speak when I tell you to speak!”''@@. While this is really starting to aggravate you, the Coach still proves to be a very real potential physical threat, so you restrain yourself. Taking a second to regain his composure, the Coach speaks in very frank terms now, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Will has a bad temper, and a big ego. It’s a bad combination, and his father is having trouble beating that out of him”''@@. He gently shakes his head in disapproval, but does he disapprove of beating your children, or of not beating them hard enough? You suspect it's the latter, but he continues @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Still, he’s a good kid deep down, and he’s much more of a MAN than you are”''@@. He pauses, as if waiting for you to confirm what he just said, and when you don’t, he presses on @@color:lightsteelblue;''“How do you think he got so big? Through hard work, dedication, and discipline… but what about you? Everytime I walk in the room, you’re sitting on your ass with your feet up on the leg press!”''@@ he’s not wrong. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Instead of working and building up a sweat, you just jack off the machine! Now you’re wondering why you’re a skinny little wimp!?”''@@ he asks, incredulously. The coach is starting to make a lot of sense, and a wash of shame begins to flow through you. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“He’s bigger than you!? Then get BIGGER! – That’s what it means to be a MAN!”''@@. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“He’s stronger than you!? Then grow STRONGER! – That’s what it means to be a MAN!”''@@. While his words are still freshly sinking in, he leans forward, speaking solemnly @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Taking responsibility for your own choices and actions… THAT is what it means to be a man”''@@. Noticing your attentiveness, he raises an authoritative finger, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Don’t blame others for your failures, or your weakness! Be a MAN!”''@@. According to the Coach, this is all your fault, and you can’t get the thought out of your head. A sense of depression comes over you momentarily, but also that of empowerment, knowing that you alone have the ability to reform yourself. The Coach begins to pack his things, satisfied that he was able to get through to you. His impending absence suddenly cuts through your brief optimism like a knife, reminding you of the serious flaw in this philosophy, ''“Wait, Coach! What about Will? I ratted him out, I’m DEAD MEAT!”''. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“That was your choice too”''@@ he states, standing up to leave. All of the fear and anxiety rises back up inside of you, right up to the throat. ''“You gotta help me, man!”'' you implore, though it doesn’t stop him from making it to the door and gripping the knob. ''“PLEASE, COACH! I… I don’t have anyone else…”''. He freezes on the spot, muttering something to himself before turning back to walk over to you, right in your face, in fact. It seems he is looking you over somehow, so you stand up straight and push out your chest in a way you imagine the Coach would expect. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“This isn’t a GAME! If you decide to waste my time, I’ll stomp your guts out!”''@@. Your face lights up at that, ''“Yes, sir!”'' you affirm. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Tomorrow, you report directly to me, stay away from the regular class”''@@ he orders. ''“Yes, sir!”'' you reply, so delighted that a broad smile spreads across your face. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“AND WIPE THAT SMILE OFF YOUR FACE, SWEETHEART!”''@@ he barks, literally blowing your hair back with his stinking breath, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“If you think this is some picnic, you got another thing coming! You’re not gonna be lounging around, ladylike, smoking grass and trying to fingerbang Mary Jane Rottencrotch! UNDERSTOOD!?”''@@. ''“Yes, SIR!”'' this time your reply really does sound like this is the military, and the Coach nods sharply in approval. Turning away, he reaches the door in a few long steps, leaving you with a parting order, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Dismissed!”''@@. When the door closes behind him, you’re left in the storage room with your bag, contemplating this new development. With the possibility of the door reopening at any moment, you hurriedly change back into your street clothes. Leaving the room, you deliberately avoid the gym, taking a circuitous route through a separate hallway. <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <</if>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<print "Dominance +5">> <<set $coach = 1>>\ [[Next|Week 2 Monday : After School]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/changeroom.jpg" width="650" height="400"></center> The other students give you a wide berth, allowing you to easily reach the bench with your gym bag on it. The ache of your muscles fails to distract you from your bruised pride. Angrily unzipping your bag, all you can do is stew about being objectified. Tilting your head, you spot the culprit sat on his own bench, and though you can’t be sure, his eyes appear to be wandering over the other guys. It takes him a long time to get his shirt off, because he’s peeking out from the bottom while it’s over his head. Your fists begin to clench, and your teeth grind against each other in irritation. Then you spot Will at the far end of the room… Emerging from the shower area, Will is still dry, and dressed in nothing but some kind of skimpy, white brief. It isn’t uncommon for him to draw attention to his genitals, and though you’re tempted to look away, he’s walking in your direction. Leaning forward to shift weight onto your legs, you prepare to leap to your feet. Whether it’s fight or flight, you refuse to be caught flat-footed if Will does decide to come at you. Halfway across the room, Will sneaks right up beside the dude who was checking out your package earlier. Before he notices, Will is able to position his junk right beside the guy’s cheek, @@color:slateblue;''“POWERS!”''@@ he yells. <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/willbulge.gif" width="269" height="270"></center> <</if>>\ Powers jerks in alarm, turning to look at Will so quickly that he inadvertently mashes his face right into the bigger man’s ample bulge. His eyes fly open in surprise at what’s been served up right in front of his face, @@color:slateblue;''“Are you staring at my cock you fucking meat-gazer!?”''@@. Rapidly shaking his head, the smaller boy just can’t pry his eyes off that bulge, staring at it fearfully like down the barrel of a gun. @@color:slateblue;''“Did you hear me, BITCH!?”''@@ Will repeats, causing the boy to reel back, flattening his back against the wall. In response, Will pushes his hips forward, nearly balancing his balls on the guy’s nose. Powers appears to be looking Will directly in the eyes now, but from his vantage, you imagine that Will’s package is still dominating his field of view. @@color:slateblue;''“YO! If you don’t stop eye-fucking my hog in the next two seconds, I’m gonna snap your FUCKING NECK!”''@@ he threatens. With no other options, Powers decides to tightly shut his eyes, and he probably wishes he could shut his nostrils too at that range. @@color:slateblue;''“GOOD!”''@@ Will spits out in disgust, @@color:slateblue;''“Was that so hard!? All you have to do, is NOT stare at my dick in the locker room!”''@@. Hoping to placate the intimidating bully, Powers rapidly nods his head in assent. Unfortunately, he ends up bouncing Will’s balls on the tip of his nose like a seal playing with a beach ball. @@color:slateblue;''“BAHAHAHA!”''@@ Will roars with laughter, @@color:slateblue;''“Why you trying to look at someone’s shit, huh? Because you got no dick of your own? Is that it? Are you fucking JEALOUS!?”''@@. There is no visible response from Powers, and it’s almost like he’s playing dead at this point. @@color:slateblue;''“Look at you!”''@@ Will continues to lay into him, @@color:slateblue;''“You’re PATHETIC! Nothing but a skinny, little, goo-gobbling, weakling, bitch!”''@@. You don’t approve of Will’s methods, but you don’t really feel sorry for Powers either. After how uncomfortable he made you feel out there in front of all the other guys, this may be karma at work. Besides, you never really considered the types of challenges that Will may be facing on a regular basis. Maybe what he’s saying is true… that they’re weak… and jealous. The train of thought is cut short, but the notion persists. @@color:slateblue;''“You look like one of those gothic losers, but smaller… What are those called again?”''@@ Will twists his head, speaking directly to the crowd in the room, @@color:slateblue;''“Oh yeah... FAAAAGS! AHAHAHA!”''@@. A murmur of laughter fills the room, and whenever Will looks at someone, they laugh a little bit harder. The louder they laugh, the safer they are, which doesn’t leave much room for heroics. @@color:slateblue;''“Open your mouth, cock-smoker!”''@@ he orders. Aside for a reasonable amount of trembling, Power’s doesn’t move, still completely paralyzed with fear. @@color:slateblue;''“Don’t make me tell you again!”''@@ Will threatens, grabbing him by the back of the hair. While he definitely roughs people up, you have never seen Will actually go through with any of his violent threats. He doesn’t mind humiliating someone, but he doesn’t cause any real physical damage either. The worst thing it might do is hurt your feelings, if you want to be a bitch about it. Even if Will did beat him up, it’s the choice between taking an ass whooping, or a dick in your mouth! Your suspicions are confirmed when you see Powers’ jaw slowly falling open. It doesn’t open in a way that might accept a fork, but in offering; ‘O’ shaped, to submissively accept a cock, with everyone in the room watching. @@color:slateblue;''“Taste the rainbow, faggot!”''@@ Will jeers, suddenly spinning around and pressing his ass right against the guy’s face. <center><big>@@color:brown;''PUUUURRRRRRTTTTT!''@@</big></center> @@color:slateblue;''“AWWWWW!”''@@ everyone in the room groans as Will blasts a massive fart right into his face while his mouth was open. @@color:slateblue;''“BAAAAAAHHHHAHAHAH”''@@ Will nearly falls over from laughter, weakening his stance and grip in this position. At the same time, Powers becomes animated, as if jolted awake by Will’s improvised smelling salts. He catapults himself off the bench with enough force to break free of Will, charging down the aisle toward the exit. Within a second, he’s about to pass by where you’re seated and escape through the door, you have to make a quick decision. [[Trip him|Week 2 Monday : Gym 3 Dom: Trip him]] [[Don't trip him|Week 2 Monday : Gym 3 Dom: Don't Trip]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/changeroom.jpg" width="650" height="400"></center> Powers blindly dashes past you, avoiding legs, bags, and other random obstacles that block his way. @@color:slateblue;''“YO!”''@@ Will roars, @@color:slateblue;''“Get back here you little SHIT!”''@@. There’s nothing stopping powers now, nearly running headlong into the closed doorway in his haste. With no time to slow down, he crashes into the doorframe, looking over his shoulder to check on his pursuer. Sure enough, Will is charging at him like a bull, with a look of pure rage on his face. With a squeak, Powers nimbly opens the door just enough to squeeze his lithe body sideways through the crack, taking off like a shot, and beyond your field of view. It takes Will a few seconds to reach the door, and when he does, it flies open, nearly smacking him in the face. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“WIIIILLL!!”''@@ The Coach bellows, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“What the HELL is going on in here!?”''@@. Still breathing hard from his short sprint, Will quickly takes an unassuming posture. @@color:slateblue;''“Nothing, Coach…”''@@ he replies, trying to sound incredibly innocent, as if wounded by the Coach’s assumption. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Nothing!? Then why did Powers run out of here like a bat out of hell!?”''@@ he growls, seeing right through Will’s feigned ignorance. In the meantime, most of the other students from the back end of the room begin to file out with some urgency. Likely, they have seen enough, and now that the Coach is here, it’s the perfect time to make a break for it. You’re in no hurry, curious to see how things shake out between Will and the Coach. @@color:slateblue;''“How should I know, Coach? Maybe he saw a monster and got scared – The kid’s a wimp!”''@@ Will replies, his manufactured story doing little to appease the Coach. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Is that why he was balling his eyes out!?”''@@ Coach demands, not buying it for a second. Throwing his arms up in mock confusion, Will continues the charade, @@color:slateblue;''“Probably! He’s a little crybaby! Why you always blaming me, Coach?"''@@. When the guy seated next to you makes a hasty retreat as well, it finally strikes you. //''That SMELL!''// you gag, realizing that Will’s toxic effluence is the true culprit responsible for the room’s rapid evacuation. The odor is evil incarnate, a hideous assault on the senses, slowly filling the room with noxious fumes. Considering the potency, you’re surprised it didn’t blow Powers’ head clean off! Snatching up your bag, you decide to give the showers a miss, holding your breath as you forcefully push through the crowd to flee the gym. As you’re leaving, you manage to catch the Coach’s final words, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“GOD DAMN, BOY! What did I tell you about drinking those protein shakes before class!”''@@. <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <<set $coach = 0>>\ <</if>>\ [[Next|Week 2 Monday : After School]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/changeroom.jpg" width="650" height="400"></center> With the slightest extension of your leg, your grounded foot sharply brings his to a sudden halt. The disruption sends him flying into the air, flailing his arms wildly in an effort to regain his balance. It’s no use though, he lands belly-down, sliding across the floor on bare flesh, producing a sound akin to sneakers on a basketball court. You felt that he was trying to escape his well deserved fate, and he clearly brought this on himself. It may not be the best solution, but this is one way for him to learn his lesson. Just as you’re thinking it, the taskmaster himself arrives to reaffirm your conclusions. @@color:slateblue;''“Where you going, shrimp!?”''@@ Will taunts, falling upon the prone victim in a matter of seconds. Powers desperately tries to scramble away on all fours, but is stopped dead in his tracks when Will catches him by the waistband of his shorts. Twisting and wriggling like a worm proves ineffective, but it does expose the long, red, burn mark along his belly, obviously caused by his little spill. His arms and legs work tirelessly, but they slide off the ground to no effect, as he is unable to hunker down low enough to find traction. Will puts an end to the struggle, lifting him off the ground by what you thought was his shorts, but turns out to be his underwear. Powers squeals in pain as his purple undergarment wedges deeply into the crack of his own ass. The fabric separates his cheeks in the back, and almost certainly crushes his testicles in the front. @@color:slateblue;''“You’re not getting off that easy, you little shit!”''@@ Will growls, elevating him high enough to secure his underwear to a hook above the bench. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/wedgie.gif" width="318" height="180"></center> Most of the other students from the back end of the room begin to file out with some urgency. Likely, they have seen enough, and would rather be clear of this area before Will’s ire randomly targets them as well. The thought doesn’t shake you though, because you’re not afraid of Will, and unlike these wimps, you’ll actually do something about it. A sudden moan of despair draws your attention back to the pitiful sight before you. Powers is flushed red in shame, exhausted, and covered head to toe in sweat. There’s a defeated expression on his face as Will spins him around on the hook like a fish. You didn’t see it happen, but Will is whipping Powers with one of his own socks like a pinata, while the boy flinches and whines after every blow. When he bursts into tears, it’s not unexpected, and frankly, you’re surprised he lasted that long. At this point, you’re beginning to think punishment outweighs the crime, and Will’s ego driven sadism is the only thing on disply now. You almost say something, until the guy seated next to you makes a hasty retreat as well, and then it finally strikes you. //''That SMELL!''// you gag, realizing that Will’s toxic effluence is the true culprit responsible for the room’s rapid evacuation. The odor is evil incarnate, a hideous assault on the senses, slowly filling the room with noxious fumes. Considering the potency, you’re surprised it didn’t blow Powers’ head clean off! Snatching up your bag, you decide to give the showers a miss, holding your breath as you forcefully push through the crowd to flee the gym. <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <</if>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<print "Dominance +5">> <<set $coach = 0>>\ <<set $bully = 1>>\ [[Next|Week 2 Monday : After School]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/drama.jpg" width="581" height="280"></center> You're almost at the door to your drama class when your arm is yanked toward the adjacent staircase. It's Bonnie, she's eagerly pulling you in that direction so you decide to follow her. Once you're both out of view, she hugs you and speaks. @@color:orange;''"K! I missed you!".''@@ She squeals, rocking you back and forth in her embrace. @@color:orange;''"So I talked to our teacher, and he said that we can work on our performance piece in the library today! Isn't that great!?"''@@ She hops up and down in delight. ''"Oh! Yeah, that's cool..."'' You reply somewhat uneasily, smiling and nodding your head in agreement. //''Why is this girl so into me? I only met her yesterday!''// @@color:orange;''"I have an idea!"''@@ Says Bonnie excitedly, once again taking you by the arm, but this time dragging you out the back door of the school. ''"Wha- Bonnie, where are we going?"'' @@color:orange;''"You see that house over there, right next to the school?"''@@ She indicates with her finger, @@color:orange;''"That's my place! I thought it would be way more comfortable than the stuffy old library."''@@ She stops and turns to look at you, pouting. @@color:orange;''"You don't wanna come over and play with me?"''@@ [[Go with Bonnie|Tuesday : Second Period Bonnie]] [[She creeps you out, go to lunch instead|Tuesday : Lunch][$bonnie = 0]]

Path incomplete. <<set $tutor +=1>>\ [[Go home|Week 2 Monday : After School : Home]]

You’re kind of bored, and you recall how much fun it is to play games with Ivan on his computer. There’s a computer in your mother’s office that you assume she uses for work stuff, but you haven’t actually seen her use it (or see her much at all for that matter). You don’t have buckteeth and glasses, so you’ve never had much interest in computers, which are even nerdier than playing D&D. All you care about is playing some games though, not making spreadsheets or doing your taxes. With a modicum of interest, you decide to head for the office. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/computer.jpg" width="512" height="384"></center> The small room is sparsely furnished, containing nothing but a loose table, an office chair, and a short bookshelf pushed against the wall. The computer itself looks like any other you’ve seen, complete with a monitor, keyboard and mouse. All of the various buttons are a bit intimidating, and you have no idea what they do, besides the alphabetical keys themselves. There is a clearly marked power button on the big plastic tower sitting on the desk beside the monitor. With your fingers crossed, you hit the button, hoping this thing doesn’t explode in your face. Unfortunately, other than the audible click of the button, nothing seems to happen. You feel disappointed by the anticlimactic launch attempt, but you won’t be dissuaded so easily. Scanning the surface of the desk, you find some items of interest. There’s a box of floppy disks, which makes you wonder why they’re called floppy disks, because they’re actually rigid. The old disks you saw at Ivan’s place, now THOSE are floppy. A number of loose computer parts are stacked beside the machine, and they look like… microchips or something? Then you spot a single sheet of paper that immediately seizes your attention. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/computerinstructions.jfif" width="384" height="512"></center> Reading through the document, you’re completely lost from the very beginning, and the diagram might as well be Egyptian hieroglyphs for all you can make of it. There’s just no way you will be able to figure this out without any previous knowledge or training. ''“huh…”'' you remark, ''“No wonder only nerds use computers…”''. Even if you went to the store right now and bought a pair of suspenders and a pocket protector, you still have no hope of making this infernal machine work. Computers are like some 9th level arch-dork shit, and you just have to accept that they’re out of your realm of understanding. Feeling disheartened, and more than a little bit annoyed, you suddenly freeze as a brilliant idea strikes you. Stalking over to the living room, you pick up the phone and promptly call Ivan, hoping he can talk you through it. ''“Fuck!”'' you curse, hearing a busy signal over the phone. Hanging up, you begin to pace the room, wondering who he could possibly be talking to - it’s not like he’s clockin’ the hoes or anything. After a few minutes, you call back, but the line is still busy. <<if $int <= 60>>\ Slamming down the phone, you begin to fume, increasingly raising your level of frustration, until you’ve finally had enough. ''“Fuck it!”'' you announce to the empty room, and just like that, you immediately begin to feel better. The pressure lifts, and you begin to consider a different course of action for tonight. [[Back|Week 2 Monday : After School : Home]] <</if>>\ <<if $int >= 65>>\ Slamming down the phone, you begin to fume, marching right back into the office to stare down the stubborn hunk of plastic. You refuse to give up so easily, snatching up the instructions and reading them over and over again. Although you still don’t understand the jargon, you might be able to ape your way through it, step by step. Taking hold of the box, you begin to run your hands over the computer, looking for some kind of trap door or secret compartment. When you get a look at the back, you can see it’s covered in plugs, sockets and screws. Conveniently, there’s a phillips head screwdriver right beside the computer as well. Screws are about the only thing you understand at this point, so you deftly remove the screws around the perimeter of the box. When the final screw comes loose, the entire shell pops outward at the bottom, and you proceed to remove it completely to reveal the electronic guts within. ''“Now we’re in business!”'' you grin, rubbing your hands together like a mad scientist. Inside the box, a mess of chips, wires and unlabeled electronic components fill your field of view. Holding up the sheet of paper as a frame of reference, you locate the area in question, thanks to the number of pins, but there’s a problem… all of the pins are occupied, with all of the wires already connected up. You spend a while tracing a few of the wires back to their components, but you can’t seem reconcile these connections with your sheet of paper. With a sigh, you lean back in your chair, rubbing your eyes for a moment. When you stretch your legs under the desk, your foot comes down on a solid, chunky object. Curiously, you bend down to look under the desk, laying your eyes on the power cord, which is currently detached from the outlet on the wall. For a solid five seconds, you stare at it in disbelief with your jaw hanging wide open. You suddenly feel incredibly stupid, reaching down to plug in the machine before trying to power button again. Right at the tip of your finger, you can feel it vibrate to life, alighting with color and sounding like someone just turned on a small vacuum cleaner. You smile widely but suspend the celebration, recalling your profound stupidity just moments before. The machine is booting up with white text on a black background, and you can see it performing some kind of operational diagnostics or something. While you wait, you can’t help but wonder how you were so blind as to not even consider the power cord. Perhaps because these machines are so intimidating and complicated, you were doubting your own intelligence. Or maybe it could be- <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/windows.jpg" width="300" height="387"></center> Your thoughts are cut off as the screen lights up with the windows logo, and you’re locked in, eagerly waiting to take control of the machine. A delightful chime rings out and the screen changes from windows to… well, a series of windows with a multitude of colorful icons - this is exciting! One by one, you begin to click on the icons, exploring this miniature electronic world. To your surprise, there are even some games here; solitaire and something called minesweeper. You didn’t think your mother would be someone interested in games, so it strikes you as a bit odd, but perhaps they’re built into the computer. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/windowsicons.png" width="640" height="480"></center> Fiddling around with minesweeper, you quickly learn the rules and end up playing for about half an hour before you even realize it. Wow, this game is so fun and accessible that it’s downright addictive. For someone like you, who enjoys puzzles, crosswords and sudoku; minesweeper is right up your alley, but you put it aside for the moment in order to explore the computer a bit further. <<set $int += 5>>\ <<print "Intelligence +5">> [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Computer 2]] <</if>>\

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/math.jpg" width="599" height="280"></center> The bell has long since quieted by the time you reach your math class, most of the students are already present and seated. Your eyes are instantly drawn towards Amy, and your feet soon follow, plopping yourself down in the seat beside her with a merry grunt. She looks at you from the corner of her eye with a wry smile slightly touching her lips. Hunkering down over your desk, you smile at Amy and begin to compliment her outfit when you're interrupted by the teacher, Mr. Richards. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Alright class, we're having a pop quiz today, so I hope you've been studying"''@@ the teacher proudly announces, the sadistic grin evident on his face. The resounding groan of woebegotten students echoes through the classroom. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Quiet please!"''@@ the teacher snaps, placing a pile of papers on every desk in the front row of the class. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Take one sheet face down and pass the pile to the person behind you. You will flip the page over and begin when I instruct you to do so"''@@. You can hear the sound of papers rustling and students fishing out their pencils and calculators in preparation for the impromptu exam. When all is silent, the teacher waits a few moments longer, pacing back and forth in front of the class, mutely eyeing several of the students before raising one arm in the air - @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Begin!"''@@ he signals, dropping his arm quickly, like a referee starting a boxing match. You flip over the sheet only to be shocked by the sheer amount of numbers and letters on the page. It's all so overwhelming at first glance, but you start with the first equation, looking to take things slowly and carefully. <<if $int <= 60>>\ You just don’t know where to begin. There are so many different parts to one problem, and you don’t remember the order of operations. Randomly adding and multiplying small parts of the problem you haphazardly complete the first question, but the answer seems to have an endless string of decimals after the whole number. It’s not right, and you know it’s not right. Desperately scanning the rest of the quiz for some kind of help, it seems to get more and more complex, the numbers and letters blurring and twisting in front of your eyes. An unnerving heat washes over you, producing a light sheen of sweat all over your body. You keep wiping your hands, but the pencil is constantly slipping out of your grip and a trickle of sweat rolls down your forehead right into one of your eyes. The burning sensation is very distracting, and it takes a bit of rubbing and blinking before you can see properly again. Leaning back, you cross your arms and stare at the sheet of paper in disgust. Taking stock of the situation, you only have two possible courses of action at this point. [[Copy off Amy|Week 2 Monday : 1st period : Copy off Amy]] [[Accept Failure|Week 2 Monday : 1st period : Accept Failure]] <</if>>\ <<if $int > 60>>\ Although the equations seem to be large and intimidating, you go back to the basics of what you've learned in the past. The answer to the first problem turns out to be a whole number, which fills you with a surge of confidence as you move on to the next question. The sounds of frustration and muttered curses surrounds you, clearly some of the other students aren't coping as well as you are. You work your way down to the bottom of the sheet almost effortlessly, though one of the problems had you thinking for a moment about the negative integers. With a smile, you complete the test and set your pen down on the table, assuming you've got some free time. You feel an elbow nudge yours, and turn to see Amy trying to get a good look at your paper. With a titled nod of her head, it's clear that she wants to copy off your test. You're a bit reluctant at first, and then you feel her hand gently touch your knee. There is a moment of surprise and anticipation immediately upon contact, which is only increased when her hand begins to travel up your thigh. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/amyrub.gif" width="500" height="258"></center> [[Let her copy|Week 2 Monday : 1st period : Let her copy]] [[Refuse her|Week 2 Monday : 1st period : Refuse her]] <</if>>\

__''Day: 9 - Tuesday''__ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/alarm1.jpg" height= "100" width="220" style="float:left;"/>//<big>CREEEK CREEEEK CREEEK</big>//-You slap your alarm clock hard and bolt upright on your bed. ''//Uggghhhh, I have to get rid of that fucking alarm clock...//'' It takes a few moments of staring at the wall before your eyes adjust and your head acclimates to consciousness. </body> Shambling to your feet, you somehow manage to navigate your way to the bathroom like a zombie. Kicking into auto-pilot, you complete your morning ritual. Do you want to shower and brush your teeth? or go grunge and see if Sam is around for a morning smoke [[Brush your teeth and shower|Week 2 Morning : Brush your teeh and shower]] [[Go see Sam|Week 2 Morning : Smoke with Sam]] <<set $high = 0>>\

__''Day: 10 - Wednesday''__ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/alarm1.jpg" height= "100" width="220" style="float:left;"/>//<big>CREEEK CREEEEK CREEEK</big>//-You slap your alarm clock hard and bolt upright on your bed. ''//Uggghhhh, I have to get rid of that fucking alarm clock...//'' It takes a few moments of staring at the wall before your eyes adjust and your head acclimates to consciousness. </body> Shambling to your feet, you somehow manage to navigate your way to the bathroom like a zombie. Kicking into auto-pilot, you complete your morning ritual. Do you want to shower and brush your teeth? or go grunge and see if Sam is around for a morning smoke [[Brush your teeth and shower|Week 2 Morning : Brush your teeh and shower]] [[Go see Sam|Week 2 Morning : Smoke with Sam]] <<set $high = 0>>\

__''Day: 11 - Thursday''__ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/alarm1.jpg" height= "100" width="220" style="float:left;"/>//<big>CREEEK CREEEEK CREEEK</big>//-You slap your alarm clock hard and bolt upright on your bed. ''//Uggghhhh, I have to get rid of that fucking alarm clock...//'' It takes a few moments of staring at the wall before your eyes adjust and your head acclimates to consciousness. </body> Shambling to your feet, you somehow manage to navigate your way to the bathroom like a zombie. Kicking into auto-pilot, you complete your morning ritual. Do you want to shower and brush your teeth? or go grunge and see if Sam is around for a morning smoke [[Brush your teeth and shower|Week 2 Morning : Brush your teeh and shower]] [[Go see Sam|Week 2 Morning : Smoke with Sam]] <<set $high = 0>>\

__''Day: 12 - Friday''__ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/alarm1.jpg" height= "100" width="220" style="float:left;"/>//<big>CREEEK CREEEEK CREEEK</big>//-You slap your alarm clock hard and bolt upright on your bed. ''//Uggghhhh, I have to get rid of that fucking alarm clock...//'' It takes a few moments of staring at the wall before your eyes adjust and your head acclimates to consciousness. </body> Shambling to your feet, you somehow manage to navigate your way to the bathroom like a zombie. Kicking into auto-pilot, you complete your morning ritual. Do you want to shower and brush your teeth? or go grunge and see if Sam is around for a morning smoke [[Brush your teeth and shower|Week 2 Morning : Brush your teeh and shower]] [[Go see Sam|Week 2 Morning : Smoke with Sam]] <<set $high = 0>>\

Incomplete Tuesday Math Class [[Next|Week 2 Mid-Morning Transition]]

Incomplete Wednesday Math Class [[Next|Week 2 Mid-Morning Transition]]

Incomplete Thursday Math Class [[Next|Week 2 Mid-Morning Transition]]

Incomplete Friday Math Class [[Next|Week 2 Mid-Morning Transition]]

<<if $bonnie < 50 && $bonnie != 0>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/drama.jpg" width="581" height="280"></center> Methodically walking to your next class, you begin to realize that it’s drama. Your steps begin to slow, and you curiously eye the entryway, recalling Bonnie’s ambush yesterday. Coming to a full halt, you shake your head for a moment, feeling silly about this potentially unwarranted apprehension. At this point, nothing surprises you anymore, you’ve seen it all. Confidently striding through the door, your entrance is anti-climactic, just as expected. The room is sparsely dotted with students, deep in discussion, sitting cross-legged on the floor. Others flourish their arms in an expressive display that boosts the effect of their oratory delivery. Clearly, everyone is rehearsing for the upcoming performance this Friday. This causes a twinge of anxiety to unsettle your stomach for a moment, realizing that your own assignment is completely unprepared. A soft hand on your shoulder startles you, and you whip your head around to identify the perpetrator. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Hello, Kevin”''@@ your drama teacher greets, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“How is your performance going?”''@@. ''“Uhhh…”'' you falter, breaking eye contact and desperately searching the room, as if the answer to his question might have a visual cue. ''“…Fine?”'' you offer up, sounding more like a question than a statement. Mildly tightening his lips in disapproval, and he can instantly sense your idleness. Everything about him is muted, including his tone of voice. Not a short man, by any stretch, but lithe and scholarly in a way that distinguishes him from your other male professors. He’s the velvet glove to their iron fist, and it’s an approach you can appreciate. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Kevin…”''@@ he begins, very warmly, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I know that it seems like my methods are lax and unstructured, but it isn’t so. True creativity can be stifled by walls and boundaries, so I encourage all of my students to be FREE. To explore the world and themselves in a way that breeds true inspiration”''@@. You nod several times in response, and everything he’s saying makes a lot of sense. Circling around to face you head on, his other hand gently rests against your shoulder as well, but he doesn’t hold you in place. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I haven’t told you this before, so as not to interfere with your natural growth and development, but I see great potential in you, Kevin”''@@ he smiles. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I can show you the path, but ultimately, you have to find your own way - to be truly unique. If you fail to do so, you will not be failing me, but yourself”''@@ his words bear weight, ringing true. For a moment, his fingers grip you tighter, almost lovingly, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“But it would be a shame for all of that talent to go unrealized”''@@. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I hope you decide do it!”''@@ he adds, with a little more enthusiasm than before, lightly clapping you on the shoulder. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Just be open to everything around you, and it will come…”''@@ he smiles, with a dignified chuckle, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“…it will come”''@@. Turning away before you can even respond, he’s already approaching a pair of students choreographing a duel with tinfoil sabers. Mulling over his words for a few seconds, you realize that you’re just standing in the middle of the room and staring off into the distance. Coming to life, you move back out of the room, just to escape the prying eyes and ears of your classmates. Finding the adjacent stairwell empty, you post up for a moment to collect your thoughts. There’s a kind of contentment blooming outward from your breast, and it’s a feeling that you don’t experience very often. Could it be your teacher’s words have affected you so deeply? Or his sentiment? That might be it… The way he encouraged you, believed in you, and… cared about you, perhaps? When you think about it, who else in your life provides you with that kind of moral support? Your mother is always working, she might as well not even exist… All of your friends are about busting balls and negative reinforcement, almost more like friendly rivals - except for Ivan… Self reliance has always been a way of life for you, which makes your teacher’s words that much stronger. It’s just a strange feeling, foreign to you, especially coming from someone who is essentially a stranger. With a dim ember of encouragement in hand, you plan to feed this fire, to fan these flames. The problem is, with Bonnie as your partner, you would be subjecting yourself to her perverse sexual appetites. Shuddering at the memory of your last encounter, you also feel a little tingle in your cock. There’s no denying it anymore, and even though it’s humiliating, you experienced an incredible amount of pleasure with her. With your decision made, you leave the school, heading for Bonnie’s place. This time, you feel more optimistic than ever about seeing her again. [[Next|Week 2 Tuesday : Bonnie]] <</if>>\ <<if $bonnie > 50 or $bonnie == 0>> Dom/Alt Bonnie path incomplete [[Next|Week 2 Monday : Lunch]] <</if>>\

<<if $body == 2>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/gym.jpg" width="580" height="278"></center> With everything else going on in your life, you somehow forgot about your last meeting with Will. Your steps become reluctant as it all floods back. What are you walking into? And why are your legs moving on their own? Thoughts of skipping the class briefly flit through your mind, but what if Will is absent today? Before you can come to a decision, you’re already turning the door knob to the gym and stepping inside. Will instantly locks eyes with you from across the room, his jaw tightening as he loudly drops a heavy deadlift bar to the floor. This freezes you on the spot, staring at Will, anticipating his next move, and ready to flee through the door you just entered. The whole room goes silent, everyone looking from you to Will, and back again. Breathing heavily from his workout, Will doesn’t speak a word, instead he points a finger directly at you, then directs you to approach with a come-hither motion. This troubles you, but under the circumstances, he could have reacted much worse. With more than a little trepidation, you meekly tiptoe over to stand in front of Will. He takes a step closer to you, crowding your personal space and forcing you to look up at him. The sheer size and bulk of his form intimidates you, causing a surge of adrenaline to run through your body. Thoughts of your encounter with him in the shower rise to the surface, and for some reason all you can do is picture his huge dick. There’s a kind of tightness to his presence, like an elastic band stretched to the limit, ready to snap back in an instant. You shiver, getting the sense that he’s about to sucker punch you. Sensing his movement, you throw your arms up, cradling your head and bracing yourself for the impact. Instead, Will’s hand slowly rises, coming to rest heavily on your shoulder. This surprises you, but also slightly puts you at ease, so you lower your arms half-way, still ready to protect yourself in case this is a ruse. He gently massages the trapezius muscle that connects your shoulder and neck, causing your guard to lower completely. <<if $body == 2 && $bitch == 1>>\ Once you’re almost completely relaxed, his hand wraps around the back of your neck, painfully squeezing your brainstem and leaning in to speak, @@color:slateblue;''“So you hate me, huh?”''@@. <</if>>\ Gritting your teeth to abate some of the pain, you feebly attempt to shake your head, but it’s completely immobilized in his grasp. As a sign of contrition, you lower your eyes from his gaze to indicate your submission. Will’s other hand takes hold of your chin, tilting it up until he can stare right into your eyes, @@color:slateblue;''“I talked to the coach”''@@ he whispers, @@color:slateblue;''“I told him you wanted me to train you. And since you’re such a skinny little bitch, coach loved the idea – And so do YOU, right?”''@@. Still unable to reply due to the pressure on your neck, you groan pitifully, causing Will to finally release you. <<if $body == 2 && $bitch == 1>>\ Cradling your sore neck with both hands, you regain your breath and try to step away from Will, but he pulls you back in by the front of your shirt, @@color:slateblue;''“Or should we tell coach the truth, that you tried to stab me?”''@@. Paralyzed by his words, you quickly realize the implications of the truth coming out. You expected a violent reprisal from Will, so it comes as a complete shock that he intends to blackmail you. <</if>>\ When you fail to respond, a triumphant smile appears on Will’s face. @@color:slateblue;''“Show me whatchu got, toothpick”''@@ he challenges, stepping to the side and motioning to the deadlift bar. At a glance, it’s obvious that you won’t be able to lift this much weight, even though Will seemed to carry it almost effortlessly. Assessing the situation, the bar appears to be loaded with somewhere near 300 pounds of weight, more than enough to cause you serious injury. You’re in quite a jam here, with no clear route to success, so you decide to at least rise to the challenge and save some face. Hunkering down over the bar, you take a strong, wide stance, spreading your arms slightly beyond shoulder length. Ringing your hands over the sheer metal for grip, you align your back and thrust out your ass in preparation to engage all of your muscles at once. When you begin to extend your legs, the futility of this task becomes starkly apparent, as you’re unable to shift the weight a hair. The immediate failure is a huge blow to your confidence, but with every last shred of remaining determination, you heave again, ''“HHHUUUUUUUUURRRRR!”''. Every muscle in your body contracts; your skinny arms tremble with effort, breaking your stance, and causing your knees to knock together comically. When you feel a small twinge in your back, you immediately abort the attempt, leaving the immovable object completely undisturbed. @@color:slateblue;''“Bwahahahaha”''@@ Will roars, @@color:slateblue;''“What a wimp!”''@@. <center><big>''- WHACK –''</big></center> A heavy, stinging blow collides with your ass so powerfully that it almost knocks you over. @@color:slateblue;''“Just like I thought, you’re a weak-ass, bitch!”''@@ he jerks you fully upright by the wrist in less than a second, nearly wrenching your arm out of its socket. @@color:slateblue;''“We got a lot of work to do, and if you thought you hated me before, hehehehe”''@@ he chuckles evilly, but never finishes the sentence. You can’t help but pout and gently rub your painfully tingling butt while trying to hold back the tears. @@color:slateblue;''“Let’s get you suited up”''@@ Will happily announces, pulling you towards to change room. With a final nervous scrubbing at your neck, you have no choice but to be towed away by the wrist. [[Next|Week 2 Monday : Gym 2 Sub]] <</if>>\ <<if $body != 2>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/gym.jpg" width="580" height="278"></center> With everything else going on in your life, you somehow forgot about your last meeting with Will. Your steps become reluctant as it all floods back. What are you walking into? And why are your legs moving on their own? Thoughts of skipping the class briefly flit through your mind, but what if Will is absent today? Before you can come to a decision, you’re already turning the door knob to the gym and stepping inside. Will instantly locks eyes with you from across the room, his jaw tightening as he loudly drops a heavy deadlift bar to the floor. This freezes you on the spot, staring at Will, anticipating his next move, and ready to flee through the door you just entered. The whole room goes silent, everyone looking from you to Will, and back again. Taking the initiative, you step through the room rather brazenly, like you own the place. In the process, you completely ignore Will and the onlookers alike, plopping down onto the leg press machine. The rest of the room is still silent, until Will picks up the bar and continues his workout. When it seems like things are back to normal, the rest of the students come back to life, casually chatting amongst each other. It would be foolish to lower your guard at this point, so you keep an eye on Will from the corner of your eye, while testing out the leg press. It moves effortlessly now thanks to your blossoming physique, so you take a moment to increase the weight on the machine. The markings are weathered, so you can’t really tell how much weight is on there, but you decide to max it out. With some effort, you’re able to overcome the resistance, lifting the entire stack off the ground. For several repetitions, you fully extend your legs, careful to avoid locking out your knees. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/legpress.gif" width="480" height="270"></center> You can feel how effective this training is, burning your muscles while preparing for another set. Pumping the stack up and down, a soft clink rings out through the room, as you go through the full range of motion. A few heads even turn in your direction, fascinated by how effortlessly you shift the weight. Standing up from the machine, a slight sheen of sweat covers your skin, and you slowly pace back and forth to keep your heart rate up. Spotting a pair of hefty looking dumbbells, you decide to do some upper body work as well. Straightening your back, you take the correct posture to begin curling the weights up to your chest. Working methodically, you blast through the first set, and the feeling is exhilarating. The juices are really flowing, as you huff and puff, circulating oxygenated blood and endorphins into your swelling tissues. Upon the completion of your second set of curls, you notice one of the nearby students covertly peering at you from the corner of his eye. His gaze seems trained on your forearm, and when you examine it yourself, you can see why. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/forearm.gif" width="480" height="270"></center> Blood rushes through your engorged veins, forming a vascular webwork that wraps around the taut muscles of your forearm. Every time you squeeze your fist, the veins pop even more, filling you with a sense of pride and accomplishment. That is, until you start thinking about the other students gaze… What pride does he get from your gains? He wasn’t focused on your technique, only the results, and that’s when it dawns on you. //''He isn’t admiring my technique, he’s admiring me!''// The thought turns your stomach, and you turn your head to regard him, your face twisted in disgust. His previous attempt at subtlety has melted away, now staring at you through dreamy eyes, with his mouth gaping open. The expression on his face is enough to creep you out, but then you notice his gaze has dropped below your forearm, and he’s ogling the bulge in the front of your shorts. ''“YO!”'' you bark, violently twisting your body to square up with him. He jerks to life, sharply turning to stare right down at the floor, pretending to tie his already tied shoelaces. The pantomime only fuels your rage, insulting your intelligence in a way that tenses your primed muscles. Sensing your unease, he scurries off to another corner of the room without a backward glance. You feel a sense of violation, being stared at like a piece of meat. It’s a strange and upsetting feeling that makes you want to cover yourself up, or walk over there and cave his face in. Under the circumstances, you’re leaning heavily toward the latter. Even though your anger outweighs your embarrassment, you can’t bring yourself to walk over and say: ‘Hey! Why you staring at my DICK, man!?’. Scanning the room to see if anyone else noticed, you lock eyes with Will. He gives you a knowing look, perhaps reading the anger and embarrassment on your face. For a second, you harden up, anticipating that he may be targeting you for harassment. He looks away before you can stare him down to express your dominance. Just then, the Coach bursts through the doors, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Alright, LADIES!”''@@ he projects in a way that echoes through the room, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Hit the SHOWERS!”''@@. With a jerk of his thumb, the Coach is back out the door in seconds flat. //''That guy works real hard for his money…''// you think, filing into the locker room with the rest of the class. [[Next|Week 2 Monday : Gym 2 Dom]] <</if>>\

<<if $bonnie < 50 && $bonnie != 0>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/drama.jpg" width="581" height="280"></center> With your mind racing, thoughts adrift, you begin to realize that this period is reserved for drama class. Your hand freezes on the door knob for a second, and you are consumed by the memories of Bonnie. The kind of torture and humiliation she put you through, and how ashamed you were, about how good it felt. Have you suddenly become some kind of perverted masochist? Or is this something that has existed within you the whole time? With a sharp exhale of breath, you twist the door knob and burst into the room. A few of the students take notice of your odd behaviour, forcing you to quickly adjust your demeanor. Stiffly, you shut the door behind you and walk to the back of the class as casually as you can. It seems to do the trick, and you can sense the others losing interest with you almost immediately. A thorough scan of the room confirms that there are no psychotic redheads in the vicinity. You sigh in relief so hard that it saps the strength right out of you, just as the teacher begins to lecture. You completely block him out, taking this moment of reprieve to just relax for a while, refusing to think about recent events, or think at all for that matter. Resting your chin atop your folded hands, you allow the desk below to support your upper torso, relieving the pressure from your neck and back. The droning lecture pulses in the background, as every muscle of your body goes slack, and your breathing slows to a steady rhythm. It’s so warm and relaxing, just as the lights begin to dim. Coincidentally, the lids of your eyes, the last muscles still in use, begin to relax as well. You’re pitched into complete darkness now, and a warm smile crosses your lips. It’s so calm, tranquil and serene… that you could just… fall… aslee- //<big>''CLAP - CLAP''</big>// Two loud thunderclaps cause you to jot upright in alarm, and you suddenly remember that you’re in class. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“...Now is not the time”''@@ your teacher scolds, sounding already in mid-sentence. Falling asleep in class earns you a few looks of disapproval from your classmates, and a few giggles as well. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“If you want to take this time to work with your partner, now is the time”''@@ your teacher announces, causing the class to stir all around you. They immediately begin to rise from their seats, chattering and buzzing around the room like insects. Still groggy, you make your way out of the class to a quiet corner of the library. Hiding behind the pages of a particularly large book, you lay down your head and squeeze in some well deserved rest. You’re finally awoken by the school bell, indicating that it’s time for lunch - finally. [[Next|Week 2 Monday : Lunch]] <</if>>\ <<if $bonnie > 50 or $bonnie == 0>> Dom/Alt Bonnie path incomplete [[Next|Week 2 Monday : Lunch]] <</if>>\

<<if $bonnie < 50 && $bonnie != 0>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/drama.jpg" width="581" height="280"></center> <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonnie1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ There she is, waiting for you outside the door, poised like a gargoyle looming over a gothic stucture. Just the sight of her sends a shiver down spine, terminating at your tail bone with such great effect that it causes your sphincter to tighten. She smiles knowingly, as if she can detect every notion, every feeling, every electrical impulse that flows through your body. You gulp audibly, while trying to look like you’re not intimidated by her. </body> @@color:orange;''“Hey K!”''@@ she jubilantly greets, tittering, and stepping closer to interact with you on a more intimate level. The way she’s acting now, you would never guess what lurks beneath the surface of her societal facade. Although you know it to be false, for some reason, you prefer this side of her personality - maybe your tastes really are that superficial after all. Hoping to keep her in this cute, girly state, you decide to play along, ''“Uhhh… Hey Bonnie, I uhhh… -oomph!”''. Your words are cut short when she seizes you by the front of the shirt, pulling you down to her level, and placing a huge, wet kiss right on your lips. It’s surprising, and paralyzing, making you feel like a Looney Tunes character getting kissed. Her body presses firmly against yours, as her left hand cradles the back of your head, and her right takes a meaty handful of your ass. You’re taken aback when she compromises your balance, dipping you tango style and pushing her tongue into your mouth. Holding on tight, you rely on her to support your weight, feeling almost as if you’re floating on air. It’s dizzying, and you find yourself admiring her strength, given her diminutive size. Your pulse quickens at her passion, and you allow her to penetrate your mouth, submissively sucking on her probing tongue. Her other hand slides closer to the crack of your ass, causing the hair on your arms to stand on end in anticipation. @@color:orange;''“MMPPH”''@@ she grunts, pressing two of her fingers against your hole so firmly that they would have penetrated you, if not for your denim jeans. Your cock responds immediately, snapping to attention like pressing the button of a switchblade. Arching your back in an attempt to repel from her fingers only causes you to grind your turgid member against her stomach. Her mouth tightens into a smile, seeming content to have effectively spring-loaded your cock to your asshole. It’s only after she releases you, setting you back on sure footing, that you become aware of your surroundings. Almost clutching at your pearls, your eyes dart around the hallway, horrified to think that someone might have seen your embarrassing display. Luckily, everyone is already in class, but that doesn’t stop your face from flushing to a high crimson. @@color:orange;''“heeheehee, you’re SO CUUUUTE!”''@@ cute Bonnie giggles, @@color:orange;''“Come on, you frightened little tomato”''@@. Her hand rests on the small of your back, and she gently prods you forward, leading you down the hall like a blushing bride, @@color:orange;''“Let’s go back to my place, sweetheart”''@@. You cock is so hard right now that you don’t even want to resist her, even if you could. Although, your ego is still tingling all the way up to the point of your ears, worried that someone might see you in this compromising position. Thinking quickly, you throw an arm over her shoulder, adding a little swagger to your walk. If you’re spotted now, they will probably just think that Bonnie is your girlfriend, instead of what you have to admit is more accurate, that you’re HER girlfriend. It’s a short trip across the way, and before you know it, she’s ushering you through the front door of her house. [[Next|Week 2 Thursday : Bonnie]] <</if>>\ <<if $bonnie > 50 or $bonnie == 0>> Dom/Alt Bonnie path incomplete [[Next|Week 2 Monday : Lunch]] <</if>>\

<<if $bonnie < 50 && $bonnie != 0>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/drama.jpg" width="581" height="280"></center> The class is abuzz with students, bustling about the room preparing costumes and props for their big performance today. With all of the activity going on, nobody really notices your entry, and you’re thankful for that. Having no clue what you’re supposed to be doing today, the idea of standing up in front of the class is that much more frightening. Hopefully, your partner has it all worked out, but considering her erratic behaviour, you highly doubt it. As your thoughts drift to Bonnie, you begin to recall your last meeting with her. In those final moments together, she really opened up for the first time since you’ve known her. While you’re still confused about what happened, she seemed deeply affected by it. A sinking feeling bottoms out in pit of your stomach when you think about leaving her in tears. You recollect her last words, ‘I love you’, and it makes you tingle warmly on the inside. ‘…Kaylee’, you finish the quote, and in stark contrast, it sends a shiver up your spine. Dodging a pair of students carrying a Victorian style sofa, you head for the back room where the changing booths are located. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/changingbooth.jpg" width="355" height="267"></center> Scanning the faces around you, she’s nowhere to be found, even after you’ve run a few laps of the place. She could just be running late, but you have a very bad feeling about this. Bonnie wouldn’t just ditch you, would she? There’s no chance, not after all that talk about preparations, rehearsals and her unmistakable penchant for theatrics. Thinking back to the emotional state she was in yesterday, you begin to worry about her well being. Maybe something happened to her, or maybe she did something… to herself? ''No'' you quickly dismiss the thought, deciding that she will walk into the room any minute now. With nothing else to do, you walk around, checking out some of the other projects. There’s nothing noteworthy, in fact, most of the presentations look dreadfully passe. After seeing not one, but three different people holding a skull of Yorick, you decide to take your leave. You could really use a smoke, and if she doesn’t show, the teacher can’t really blame you for it, right? With all the commotion going on, you have no trouble slipping out of class, exiting quickly through the rear doors of the school. You screw a butt between your lips, walking toward the smoking section before you light it up. The whole way, your mind doesn’t stop churning, tormented by thoughts about Bonnie. Taking a drag off your smoke helps to calm you down a bit, allowing you to think a little clearer. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniecigarette.gif" width="480" height="270"></center> Staring off into the distance, it occurs to you that you’re looking directly at Bonnie’s house. Chances are, she’s still at home, getting all kinds of cool stuff ready for your big presentation. You could walk over there right now, arriving before your cigarette is even burned out. Even if she’s not home, you’re gonna have this smoke anyways. ''Ah, Fuck it'' you decide, strolling down the road to Bonnie’s place. Before long, you’re coming up to her place, navigating the footpath and stopping at her front door. //''Knock, knock, knock!''// You firmly rap on the door three times, taking a step back to wait, refocusing on your nearly extinguished cigarette. When nobody answers, you knock again, butting out your smoke and tossing it into the street. Looking around, you expect to see neighbors walking their dogs, or children playing nearby, but there is nothing. Perking up your ears, you begin to feel unnerved, noticing that you can’t hear any birds, or even insects. Unsettled by the surroundings, you find yourself staring at the strong wooden door to her house. For some reason, the place seems abandoned to you, like nobody lives there, or has ever lived there. It’s a troubling thought, because you know for a fact that isn’t true. Still, something is off about this, and you’re deeply concerned for Bonnie’s safety. Trying the handle, you find the door securely locked shut. Walking around the house, you begin to peer through the windows, trying to catch a glimpse of her. Brazenly, you even try to open a few of the windows, to no avail, and no matter your vantage point, the place looks dark, barren… dead. With little recourse, you head back up to the front, plotting a course that will lead you straight back to the scho- <center><big>-''WHAM!''-</big></center> <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniedoor.gif" width="621" height="369"></center> An incredibly loud crash makes you jump in fright, spinning around to locate the source. It sounded like something crashing into Bonnie’s door with incredible force. Your heart is racing, and your hands are shaking, as you stare unblinking at the completely ordinary looking door. Frozen on the spot, you’re absolutely terrified, poised to spring off like a jackrabbit at the first sign of danger. The strange crash doesn’t happen again, and you begin to wonder whether all this was just in your head. It’s not so easily dismissed though, and the sense of unease remains with you. In fact, you need another smoke after that, which is precisely what you do while walking back to school. [[Next|Week 2 Friday : Bonnie]] <</if>>\ <<if $bonnie > 50 or $bonnie == 0>> Dom/Alt Bonnie path incomplete [[Next|Week 2 Monday : Lunch]] <</if>>\

<<if $coach == 1>>\ Moving quickly to your next class, you follow the hallway leading to the gym, but when you take hold of the door handle, something springs to mind. You were supposed to report directly to the coach today instead of rejoining the regular class. After a few dozen more steps, the coach’s door comes into view and you give it a curious knock. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Come!”''@@ a voice calls from within. The knob turns easily and you push your way inside. [[Next|Week 2 Tuesday : Coach]] <</if>>\ <<if $body == 2 && $coach != 1>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/changeroom.jpg" width="650" height="400"></center> Your steps begin to slow when you approach the entrance to the gym, mired down by the thoughts of your last encounter with Will. Tentatively peeking through a crack in the door, Will is not immediately visible from this vantage. With little choice, you carefully proceed towards the change room, darting your eyes around like a paranoid lizard. Late as usual, the dressing area is completely empty, with all the other boys already suited up and working in the weight room. The moment of privacy does offer some reprieve, but a pang of anxiety strikes you when you open your gym bag. All signs of your normal gym clothes are gone, and the only thing that remains is the pink outfit that Will provided. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bimbogymoutfit.jpg" width="400" height="400"></center> At the mere sight of this garment, you begin to flush red and overheat, reminded of how it came into your possession. With no gym uniform, you will be unable to participate in class today, which could get you in trouble with the coach. On the other hand, if you’re not wearing Will’s uniform, you could be in actual danger. The simplest solution would be to gear up and suffer the humiliation, in lieu of suffering the physical consequences. [[Get dressed|Week 2 Tuesday : Dress]] [[Don't get dressed|Week 2 Tuesday : Skip]] <</if>>\ <<if $body != 2>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/gym.jpg" width="580" height="278"></center> Stepping into the gym, it looks fairly quiet, which is always a good sign. The change room is completely empty, as you arrived a tiny bit late – as usual. In a very practiced and efficient way, you change into your gym attire and head into the weight room. With Will nowhere in sight, you feel a sense of calm, and you begin to start your exercise routine. Moving from one machine to another and taking full advantage of the free weights, you’re able to do a full body workout, completely unmolested. It’s amazing how much progress you can make when you aren’t dealing with a bunch of drama on the side. Although your muscles are slightly sore, they do feel a lot more relaxed, and the sensation permeates your entire body. There’s nothing like a good workout to raise your spirits and develop your physique. With the job done, the signaling of the bell comes just in time to mark the end of the school day. <<set $str = $str + 5>>\ <<print "Strength +5">> [[Next|Week 2 Monday : After School]] <</if>>\

<<if $coach == 2>>\ Moving quickly to your next class, you follow the hallway leading to the gym, but when you take hold of the door handle, something springs to mind. You were supposed to report directly to the coach today instead of rejoining the regular class. After a few dozen more steps, the coach’s door comes into view and you give it a curious knock. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Come!”''@@ a voice calls from within. The knob turns easily and you push your way inside. [[Next|Week 2 Wednesday : Coach Dom]] <</if>>\ <<if $coach == 3>>\ Moving quickly to your next class, you follow the hallway leading to the gym, but when you take hold of the door handle, something springs to mind. You were supposed to report directly to the coach today instead of rejoining the regular class, and after what happened last time, you're absolutely dreading it. A few dozen reluctant steps later, the coach’s door comes into view and you give it a tentative knock. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Come!”''@@ a voice calls from within. The knob turns easily and you push your way inside with apprehension. [[Next|Week 2 Wednesday : Coach Sub]] <</if>>\ <<if $body == 2 && $coach == 0>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/changeroom.jpg" width="650" height="400"></center> Step after step, you body goes a twitter, reacting before your brain can even process that it’s time for gym class again. The implications flood into your mind, that an inevitable confrontation with Will is literally right around the corner. A sliver of hope remains though, as he might not even be here today, but the thought is quickly shattered when you peek through the door and spot him in the weight room. Taking a deep breath, you scurry through the door and head right into the change room, hoping to avoid notice. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/gym.jpg" width="580" height="278"></center> Luckily, the room is completely empty, so you can change your clothes completely unmolested. After what happened yesterday, you were sure to bring a suitable gym outfit to participate in the class. You refuse to dress up for Will, and if he forces you… The notion hangs in the air for a moment, and you can’t even imagine a scenario where you could stop Will from doing whatever he wants to you. Sullenly, you change for gym class and carefully tiptoe over to the weight room door. With a final push, you willingly condemn yourself to a full period of humiliating abuse. When you walk into the center of the room like a lamb to the slaughter, more than a few of the students watch you intently, curious as to how things will play out. Shrinking in on yourself, your eyes are fixated on Will, who doesn’t seem to have noticed you yet. It’s only a matter of time though, before he comes over to put his hands all over you, molding your body like a clump of plasticine. The longer you stand there waiting, the more embarrassed and vulnerable you feel. At the peak of your apprehension, you break into stride, seeking out the protective comfort of your beloved leg press machine. Unfortunately, the machine faces away from Will, so when you climb on, there’s no way for you to keep an eye on him. When you push with your legs, the machine doesn’t budge, causing your legs to tremble ineffectually under the tremendous weight. Failing to complete even one repetition makes you feel weak and feeble. You begin to feel someone looming over you, breathing down your neck. Almost certainly, if you turn your head to check, Will’s massive, flaccid cock will be dangling right in your face. You can picture it in precise detail, right down to the last fold and vein – In fact, you can almost smell it too. Sighing heavily, your head turns to submissively nuzzle against his irresistible meat trunk. When you realize that Will is still on the other side of the room, you begin to shiver again, just noticing that your own cock has begun to fill up with blood. Your face heats up at the lewd, gay thoughts dancing through your brain, and the only way to stop them is by focusing on your workout. Standing up to examine the weight on your machine reveals that the entire stack is locked in, which explains why you were unable to lift it. Bending down to make the necessary adjustment proves difficult because the pin refuses to come loose. Hunkering down, you take hold of the pin with both hands and heave, displaying that you have all the strength of an elderly woman. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/legpressstack.jpg" width="434" height="434"></center> The whiney screech that escapes your lips goes off like an alarm to all proximal alphas, notifying them that a weak little bitch is nearby. Not to mention that you’re bent over with your vulnerable ass sticking right up into the air, almost like you’re presenting it for breeding. Gasping, you bolt upright to check if Will is staring at your ass, while accidentally bumping your head against the underside of the machine. Once again, Will seems completely oblivious to your presence, focusing on training his large, well defined muscles. You can still remember running your hands all over his hard, chiseled body in the shower. The way his rocky musculature proved immalleable to your delicate fingertips made you feel so soft and submissive in comparison. Standing proud off his flesh, each individual muscle is a spectacle in itself, so well defined that it demands your undivided attention. His legs are a magnificent, twisted root system of corded steel, and you can still remember being on your knees with those powerful trunks on either side of your head. That’s when you opened your mouth and… <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/willshower3.gif" width="500" height="400"></center> <</if>>\ Gulping down hard, you eliminate the sudden accumulation of saliva in your mouth and likely turn bright red in the process. Your face begins to heat up when you realize that you’ve been blatantly staring at Will’s body, and with a sudden twist of his head, Will realizes it too. Quickly turning away, your skin begins to sizzle all over with embarrassment and you just can’t stop shaking. He will surely be coming over now, so you brace yourself for the impending assault, but again, it never comes. This scrambles your brain, trying to interpret the mixed signals from Will is an impossible task. What does he want from you? Why would he put you through all that, and now just totally ignore you! A strange feeling comes over you that is difficult to place, something akin to abandonment with a twist of shame. Venturing another peek at Will, becomes more of a needy, forlorn glare. Even more surprisingly, he’s gone, completely out of sight. The sense of confusion overwhelms the awkwardness, and now all you can think about is where he went? What if he’s waiting for you in the showers? This thought sends a tingling through your loins, and some part of you is excited at the prospect. A bit short for breath, you being taking small, swift steps to the change room. When you get about halfway there, the door opens up and Will stalks out, taking a quick peek at the wall clock before leaving the class early. [[Next|Week 2 Wednesday : Gym Class : BETA]] <</if>>\ <<if $body != 2>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/gym.jpg" width="580" height="278"></center> It’s time for gym class again, and you could really go for a workout right now to help calm your nerves. Quickly changing your clothes, you head right into the weight room and take stock of the situation. As usual, most of the guys are turtled up on their own machine, desperately trying to avoid eye contact with each other. Will stands at the far end of the room doing methodical hammer curls while staring at his own bicep. Your gaze lingers on him for longer than the others, because love him or hate him, he does stand out in the crowd. As if sensing your stare, Will suddenly notices you, stopping his movement short. The moment seems longer than it really is, and his only reaction is a rather unimpressed expression on his face. Perhaps to further emphasize it, he switches to a heavier set of dumbbells and digs right back into his reps. You actually roll your eyes at his display, conveying that the feeling is mutual, but at least you won’t have to worry about him today. Putting Will out of your mind, you focus on the person who really matters here – yourself. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/benchpress.gif" width="600" height="336"></center> Giving the leg press a miss, you settle right onto the bench, starting off light just to warm up. Before long, you’re adding weight to the bar, blasting through sets and stacking muscle groups. You can feel the blood coursing through your veins like electrical impulses shooting through your extremities. The endorphin rush just begins to set in, when the change room door opens and Powers steps into the weight room. His presence breaks you out of your rhythm, giving pause to consider what happened the last time you saw him. A sideways glance at Will shows him staring daggers at Powers, breathing heavily from his rigorous workout. It must have been too much for Powers to cope with, because he ducks right back into the change room, hoping to escape any potential confrontation. Will snorts loudly in response, and you feel a bit irked yourself. It was nice to get your pump on without any bullshit drama to interfere with your training focus. While you continue your routine, you can’t help but think about Powers and his wandering eyes. The feeling of being ogled by a man really enraged you, but maybe it wasn’t in a sexually predatory way. You are very well developed, and you could understand a sort of platonic admiration. He wishes that he could be as big and strong as you are, and maybe he really was just trying to learn some of your technique. When the bell rings, Will makes an announcement before breaking into a trot, @@color:slateblue;''“Last one in the change room gets a wedgie!”''@@. The sound of weights hitting the ground and sneakers squeaking on the polished floor fills the room. A sort of bottleneck happens in the doorway as students squeeze and push their way into the room, determined to avoid Will’s punishment. Still in the middle of a set, you decide to finish off your workout instead of jumping when Will says ‘Jump’. //''Bitches…''// you think, as the last of them scurry away, leaving you alone in the weight room. When you’re damn good and ready, you slowly walk to the change room door to face the consequences. The way you’re feeling right now, pumped up full of endorphins, you hope Will DOES decide to start some shit. [[Next|Week 2 Wednesday : Gym Class : ALPHA]] <</if>>\

<<if $coach != 2 && $coach != 3>>\ Incomplete Thursday Gym Class [[Next|Week 2 Monday : After School]] <</if>>\ <<if $coach == 2>>\ The hallways are sparsely littered with wandering students, but you have no trouble locating your next class. As instructed, you report directly to the coach, firmly knocking on his office door. [[Next|Week 2 Thursday : Coach Dom]] <</if>>\ <<if $coach == 3>>\ Incomplete Thursday Female coach [[Next|Week 2 Thursday : Coach Sub]] <</if>>\

<<if $coach == 0>>\ Incomplete Friday Gym Class [[Next|Week 2 Monday : After School]] <</if>>\ <<if $coach == 2>>\ The hallways are sparsely littered with wandering students, but you have no trouble locating your next class. As instructed, you report directly to the coach, firmly knocking on his office door. [[Next|Week 2 Friday : Coach Dom]] <</if>>\ <<if $coach == 3>>\ Incomplete Friday Female coach [[Next|Week 2 Friday : Coach Sub]] <</if>>\

<<if $body == 4>>\ You step into the shower under a spray of water that you set as hot as you can possibly withstand, and then you gradually raise the heat even further. It seems that your temperature threshold has risen for some reason, and you delight in the steam filling the room. You roughly lather up your defined muscles, scrubbing away, but also squeezing and kneading your flesh. The strength of your hands is barely enough to overcome the taut, corded muscles that cover your powerful limbs. One by one, you isolate your muscle groups, flexing them tightly before releasing. Reaching down to clean your big cock, you treat it roughly, but it seems resilient enough to take it. Blood rushes into your swelling member until it has grown to full mast in your hand, and you begin to stroke. <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><video width="582" height="388" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/alphashower.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ You grunt and puff out gutteral noises as you forcibly wring an orgasm out of your vascular organ. A large amount of semen shoots out of your cock and pastes itself to the shower floor. Even the flow of water is not enough to dislodge it, so you push it into the drain with a knobby toe. Now calm and centered, you efficiently finish up your shower and polish your teeth up to a high gloss. Throwing on your daily wear, it feels smaller and tighter than usual, but you loosen your belt and head down to the kitchen for your breakfast of brown liquid. <<set $clothes = 1>> Once again, there is no money waiting for you on the counter. Peering out the front window, you confirm that your mother's car is still missing. It could be that she came and left early, forgetting to leave you some money for lunch. You doubt it though, and begin to worry that she may have been in some kind of an accident. On the other hand, this isn't the first time she's been absent for a few days, and your own personal crisis is more than you can handle at the moment. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> Jumping into your cutlass, it's not long before the engine is humming and the cassette player kicks on playing [["Da Rockwilder" by Method Man, Redman|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WCYy8jpp7R8]]. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. <</if>>\ <<if $body == 2>>\ You step into the shower under a spray of water that you set as hot as you can possibly withstand, and then you gradually raise the heat even further. //''MMMmmm... So smooth...''// you coo, gliding your hands all over your soft, silky skin. It glistens under the spray of the water with a sexy sheen. Reaching down to clean your dick sends an electric shock of pleasure through your body, and you're unable to resist the urge to touch yourself. You sigh, dragging your fingers along the undercarriage of your ribs, down over your hips and ass, then back up to cup the swollen nipples on your soft chest. The stimulation is so exquisite, you can't help but gyrate your body as you stroke your little dick with two fingers. Within seconds, you're already tipping over the brink of orgasm, moaning out a sigh as drops of semen begin to flow out of your petite organ. <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><video width="582" height="388" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/betashower.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ Weakly panting for breath, you spend a minute cradling yourself under the hot spray, still recovering from your amazing release. With your lust sated, it's much easier to finish up your shower and polish your teeth to a high gloss. Throwing on your daily wear, it feels even baggier than usual, but you tighten your belt and head down to the kitchen for your breakfast of brown liquid. <<set $clothes = 1>> Once again, there is no money waiting for you on the counter. Peering out the front window, you confirm that your mother's car is still missing. It could be that she came and left early, forgetting to leave you some money for lunch. You doubt it though, and begin to worry that she may have been in some kind of an accident. On the other hand, this isn't the first time she's been absent for a few days, and your own personal crisis is more than you can handle at the moment. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> Jumping into your cutlass, it's not long before the engine is humming and the cassette player kicks on playing [["I Wish" by Skee-Lo|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ryDOy3AosBw]]. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. <</if>>\ <<if $body == 3>>\ You scrub yourself thoroughly in the shower with the confusion of the night before weighing heavily on your mind. Stepping back to the sink, you polish your teeth to a high gloss. Feeling refreshed, you throw on your baggy attire and head down to the kitchen for your breakfast of brown liquid. <<set $clothes = 1>> Once again, there is no money waiting for you on the counter. Peering out the front window, you confirm that your mother's car is still missing. It could be that she came and left early, forgetting to leave you some money for lunch. You doubt it though, and begin to worry that she may have been in some kind of an accident. On the other hand, this isn't the first time she's been absent for a few days, and your own personal crisis is more than you can handle at the moment. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> Jumping into your cutlass, it's not long before the engine is humming and the music is blaring. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. <</if>>\ [[Head for the school|Week 2 Monday: School Morning]]

<<if $body == 4>>\ <<set $clothes = 1>>\ Showers in the morning always make you tired, so you decide to just throw on you daily wear, but it's a little smaller and tighter than you remember. Shrugging your shoulders, you loosen your belt and head down to the kitchen for your breakfast of brown liquid. Once again, there is no money waiting for you on the counter. Peering out the front window, you confirm that your mother's car is still missing. It could be that she came and left early, forgetting to leave you some money for lunch. You doubt it though, and begin to worry that she may have been in some kind of an accident. On the other hand, this isn't the first time she's been absent for a few days, and your own personal crisis is more than you can handle at the moment. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> Jumping into your cutlass, it's not long before the engine is humming and the cassette player kicks on playing [["Da Rockwilder" by Method Man, Redman|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WCYy8jpp7R8]]. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. On your approach to the school, you spot a familiar car in the parking lot of the adjacent mini-mall. You pull up beside Sam's car and jump into his passenger seat after a brief knock on the window. <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/samsmoke.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ ''"Wake and bake time!"'' You announce, as you and Sam proceed to get fucked up while discussing rap music and girls. It's not long before the joint is done and you need to get to school. A quick fist bump, and you're off. <</if>>\ <<if $body == 2>>\ <<set $clothes = 1>>\ Showers in the morning always make you tired, so you decide to just throw on you daily wear, but it's a lot baggier than you remember. Shrugging your shoulders, you tighten your belt and head down to the kitchen for your breakfast of brown liquid. Once again, there is no money waiting for you on the counter. Peering out the front window, you confirm that your mother's car is still missing. It could be that she came and left early, forgetting to leave you some money for lunch. You doubt it though, and begin to worry that she may have been in some kind of an accident. On the other hand, this isn't the first time she's been absent for a few days, and your own personal crisis is more than you can handle at the moment. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> Jumping into your cutlass, you find that the seat and mirrors are all slightly out of alignment. This disturbs you, the evidence mounting that something strange is happening. It's not long before the engine is humming and the cassette player kicks on playing [["I Wish" by Skeelo|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ryDOy3AosBw]]. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. On your approach to the school, you spot a familiar car in the parking lot of the adjacent mini-mall. You pull up beside Sam's car and jump into his passenger seat after a brief knock on the window. <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/samsmoke.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ ''"Wake and bake time!"'' You announce, as you and Sam proceed to get fucked up while discussing rap music and girls. It's not long before the joint is done and you need to get to school. A quick fist bump, and you're off. <</if>>\ <<if $body ==3>>\ <<set $clothes = 1>>\ Showers in the morning always make you tired, so throw on your attire of choice and head down to the kitchen for your breakfast of brown liquid. Once again, there is no money waiting for you on the counter. Peering out the front window, you confirm that your mother's car is still missing. It could be that she came and left early, forgetting to leave you some money for lunch. You doubt it though, and begin to worry that she may have been in some kind of an accident. On the other hand, this isn't the first time she's been absent for a few days, and your own personal crisis is more than you can handle at the moment. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> Jumping into your cutlass, it's not long before the engine is humming and the music is blaring. You lean back and kick your left foot out the window, resting it on the driver's side mirror, as you pull out of the driveway gulping down your wake-up juice. On your approach to the school, you spot a familiar car in the parking lot of the adjacent mini-mall. You pull up beside Sam's car and jump into his passenger seat after a brief knock on the window. <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/samsmoke.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ ''"Wake and bake time!"'' You announce, as you and Sam proceed to get fucked up while discussing the events of the past week. It's not long before the joint is done and you need to get to school. A quick fist bump, and you're off. <</if>>\ <<set $high = $high + 25>> <<print "Intoxication +25">> [[Head for the school|Week 2 Monday: School Morning]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/storageroom.jpg" width="709" height="417"></center> The coach stands before you, looking like a pile of rocks in a tank top and a pair of shorts that ride too high above his waistline. His exposed muscles are strangely knotted up and matted over with a coarse fur. A pair of military issue sneakers finishes off his ensemble, with a shiny whistle accessory hanging from a cord around his neck. ''“Hey Coach, I-”'' you begin, before he cuts you off with a loud blast of his whistle. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“You’re late!”''@@ he barks, motioning to the clock on the wall. A quick glance reveals that you’re exactly on time… unless he’s referring to the second hand of the clock, which has ticked off about twenty seconds worth of truancy. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“On your face and gimme me twenty!”''@@ he orders, pointing at the ground directly in front his feet. Deciding against mounting an argument, you lay your school bag down and take a prone position on the floor. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Are you taking a nap??? Stop fucking the ground, and get PUMPING!”''@@ the command is emphasized by the shrill sound of his whistle, which sets you into motion like a starter pistol. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/pushups.gif" width="500" height="281"></center> @@color:lightsteelblue;''“OOOOOOONE…… TWOOOOOOOO……”''@@ he counts out, very loudly, but very slowly. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“TEEEEEEEN! Let’s go wimp!”''@@ he instructs, just as you’re finishing your twentieth push-up. His miscounting strategy becomes clear, that he intends to demoralize you enough to break you completely. You push through the fatigue, intent on proving yourself to the coach. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“EIGHTEEEEEEEEN, NINETEEEEEEEEN”''@@ he announces, just when you’re completing your fortieth push-up. At this point, your arms feel like mush, and you’ve reached the limit of what your muscles will afford you. Lowering yourself down for a fraction of a second, you take a moment to catch your breath. A sharp blow catches you in the ribs, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“You disgusting little PUKE! If your dick touches the dirt again! I’m gonna rip your head off and SHIT - DOWN - YOUR - NEEEECK!”''@@. His threats ring out with the cadence of a military drill sergeant, and the backing of actual physical violence. Realistically though, and taking into account the coach’s size and strength, it was more like a prod of the foot rather than a kick. Reflexively, you raise yourself just above the ground, huffing and puffing, until you can intake a deep, powerful breath. With all your remaining strength, you exhale and push against the ground with fierce determination. Shaking and jerking, your fatigued arms threaten to buckle under your weight, but somehow, you begin to rise. It’s a battle, inch after inch, until you expel the last of your breath and triumphantly lock out your elbows in a fully upright position. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“NINETEEEEEEEN!”''@@ the coach repeats - to your horror. When you try to lower yourself back to the ground, your arms fail, and you end up bouncing your face off the floor. Another kick to the midsection has you hovering just above the ground once again. Gasping and wheezing for breath, your muscles are burning, flooded by lactic acid, and rendered nearly useless. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Well ANYTIME now SWEETHEART!”''@@ mocks the large figure towering above you. The stress on your system, combined with the verbal and physical abuse, brings you to a breaking point. Your basest instincts take over the decision making process, and you react by: [[Getting Angry|Week 2 Tuesday : Coach : Dom]] [[Quitting|Week 2 Tuesday : Coach : Sub]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/changeroom.jpg" width="650" height="400"></center> Although this is the most prudent decision, you’re embarrassed at the idea of willingly dressing like this in public. Shedding your street clothes, you take hold of the slinky garment with two fingers, examining it distastefully. With a sigh, you roughly pull the top over your head and slide on the skimpy pink shorts. The sensation is very uncomfortable for someone accustomed to wearing baggy clothes. You feel constricted by the skintight spandex, almost to the point of being bound, but without the restriction of your movement. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bimbogymoutfitworn.jpg" width="400" height="400"></center> Taking a deep breath, you make your first few steps towards to weight room with relative composure. The motion quickly disturbs you, as the shorts begin to ride up between your butt cheeks, almost immediately wedging into your crack. Even the top is annoying, holding you so tightly that it interferes with your chest mobility, resulting in slightly labored breathing. You stop to adjust your clothing, but the fabric is so smooth and silky, you’re barely able to get a hold of it. Instead, you just end up groping your ass and chest in a way that somehow tightens up the front of your crotch as well. Suffice it to say, your confidence begins to quickly dwindle away with every step closer to the weight room. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/gym.jpg" width="580" height="278"></center> When you walk through the door, half of the class turns to look at you, and you can feel it like a heat ray cast upon you. You instantly turn bright red, right up to the tips of your ears, and modestly wrap your arms around your chest. Although you feel like you’re burning up inside, your body begins to tense up and shiver uncontrollably. Just before panic sets in, you center yourself, focusing on the context of the situation. The pragmatic reasoning that caused you to make this calculated decision, which completely justifies the way you are currently dressed. This thought gives you a brief moment of composure, which is just enough to search out the source of all this insanity – Will! Desperately scanning the room, there is absolutely no sign of him, but you can’t give up, this is all his fault. You would feel so stupid right now if he wasn’t even here, and you dressed up like this for nothing. The only reason you did this was because he was going to beat you up if you disobeyed him. It’s not like you could fight him, he’s so BIG. You can still feel his hands on you, easily controlling your body and doing whatever he wants with you because of his huge muscles. He even uses his powerful cock to make- //''what the hell am I thinking''// All of a sudden, you realize that you’ve been standing in the middle of the room with your nipples and penis standing at full attention. Your mouth drops open in shock, and your heart nearly beats out of your chest. Just then, you feel a strong hand grip the back of your neck, slightly bending you forward. ''“UUUHHHHHHHH”'' you moan, instinctively pushing your ass backward until it squishes up against a large, flaccid bulge. For a split-second, you are vindicated. This proves that you were right all along, and you can’t be held accountable for this nonconsensual activity. Although, the idea of being comforted by a dick pushing against your ass is quite terrifying. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“KEVIN!”''@@ The voice immediately shatters your manufactured reality, because the gravelly voice belongs to the coach! Straightening your back as quickly as possible, it does little to help you at this point, and the chorus of laughter in the room doesn’t help either. “Coach! I-“ your voice catches in your throat, and it doesn’t seem like your explanation will make any difference. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Let’s go PRINCESS!”''@@ he announces, snatching you by the ear are tugging you toward the change room. He’s nearly lifting you off the ground by your ear, and you’re forced to stand on tiptoes to abate some of the pain, while shuffling sideways like some kind of perverted ballerina. It must be a comical sight, because the entire room is bursting with laughter at your expense. [[Next|Week 2 Tuesday : Dress 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/changeroom.jpg" width="650" height="400"></center> ''“No…”'' you decide. Zipping your bag shut, you refuse to willingly dress up like some kind of a bitch. If Will decides to dress you up by force, then you’ll deal with that as it comes. Besides, what if he isn’t even here today? How would it look if you humiliated yourself for no reason at all? With a solidified resolve, you begin to consider how the coach might respond to your truancy. He’s a harsh man, and there’s sure to be some kind of punishment involved. You’re damned if you do, and damned if you don’t, but maybe there’s another solution. Maybe you shouldn’t be basing your actions on others, and rather, start putting the emphasis on yourself – what do YOU want? ''“Fuck this shit…”'' you audibly mutter, now fully committed to your position. A lingering thought creeps into your mind; that you may suffer doubly by opposing both Will and the coach, but it’s weak and fleeting notion at this point. Standing up tall, you realize that all you have to do is walk away, and after slinging your bag over one shoulder, that’s exactly what you do. <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <</if>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<print "Dominance +5">> [[Next|Week 2 Monday : After School]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/changeroom.jpg" width="650" height="400"></center> When the door opens, the coach nearly flings you into the room, and you turn to face him, ''“Please coach! Listen to-“''. The words are literally slapped out of your mouth as the coach levels you with a mighty swipe of his palm. The blow sends you spinning to the ground, and you can’t tell if you’re more disoriented by the impact, or the fact that the coach actually hit you. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Shut your fucking mouth!”''@@ he growls, menacingly pointing a meaty finger at you. For a moment he stays silent, waiting, almost hoping that you will say something to give him an excuse to abuse you further. There’s no chance of that happening, as you’re now sitting crumpled up on the floor cupping at your stinging cheek. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“You’re out, Kevin! I don’t want to see you in my gym ever again!”''@@ he declares, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Starting tomorrow, you will report directly to my office, and never set foot in here again – YOU GET ME!?”''@@. Not daring to speak, you quickly nod your head in assent, hoping this will all be over soon. Standing tall above you, the coach gives you a final disgusted look, as if reluctant to let you off this easy. Without another word, he storms back out into the weight room. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“HEY! Stop laughing! The next one who laughs is doing fifty laps! If you so much as crack a smile, I’ll have you doing pushups on your knuckles until-“''@@, his voice trails off as the door shuts behind him. As bad as you feel right now, it’s somewhat numbing compared to the stress of being publicly humiliated like that. It doesn’t take long for you to change clothes and flee the area, with barely a backward glance, even though you will never see this place again. <<if $masc > 0>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity -5">> <</if>>\ <<set $sub = $sub + 5>>\ <<print "Submission +5">> <<set $coach = 3>>\ [[Next|Week 2 Monday : After School]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/changeroom.jpg" width="650" height="400"></center> Pushing through the door, you stand firm, waiting for Will to make good on his threat. Sure enough, he’s already giving someone a wedgie, and you’re kind of surprised to see that it’s Powers. He’s been hiding in the change room all class, there’s no way that he was the last one inside – but again… Will is not exactly the most equitable person in the world. Ignoring the drama, you take a seat on the bench and begin fishing through your bag to get changed. @@color:slateblue;''“How do you like that! Huh!?”''@@ Will jeers, nearly lifting Powers off the ground by his underwear, @@color:slateblue;''“Is this what you wanted you fucking faggot!?”''@@. The cries of pain and despair begin to travel through the room, locating your spine and vibrating it in a way that aggravates you. It’s so distracting, that you’re having trouble finding your boxers, though they’re probably jammed into the legs of your jeans somewhere. @@color:slateblue;''“I’m gonna rip your balls off and shove them down your throat!”''@@ Will threatens, and you can hear the waistband begin to rip from Powers’ briefs. You understand why Will hates him, but he hasn’t really done anything wrong, at least not voluntarily. At this point, Will is definitely overdoing it, and just relishing in the suffering for his own personal sadism. You can feel your fists clench and your teeth begin to grate in anger. That’s it, you can’t take it anymore, ''“YO! Shut the FUCK up! BOTH of you!”''. This causes a very brief break in the action, but Will is quick to retort, @@color:slateblue;''“Fuck you, bitch! Once I’m done with this little queer, you’re NEXT!”''@@. His words infuriate you, and your legs stand up all on their own, so quickly that your hands forget to let go of your gym bag. Instead, you explode ''“You mother-“'', spiking your bag onto the floor, ''“-FUCKER!”''. This really grabs Will’s attention, and when you stomp over to his side of the room, he switches his focus to you. Never releasing Powers, he holds him by the back of the next, almost like a human shield between the two of you. Half changed, you stand before him bare-chested, and your muscles flex in a primal display of dominance, ''“You aint doing SHIT! All you do is run your mouth you weak-ass bully, BITCH!”''. @@color:slateblue;''“WHAT!? BWAHAHAHAHA! You’re even dumber than your little boyfriend here”''@@ Will retorts, while actually sounding surprised by your claim. ''“You fucking heard me!”'' you emphasize it by pointing an accusatory finger at him, ''“It makes you feel like a big man to pick on people smaller than you, because you’re just a big, swollen up, PUSSY!”''. @@color:slateblue;''“WHAT THE FUCK!??”''@@ Will gapes in disbelief, as if you said the craziest thing in the world. You can’t believe the balls on this son of a bitch, acting like you didn’t hit the nail right on the head with your appraisal. @@color:slateblue;''“AY! I caught this little fairy huffing my shorts in the showers, stroking his little pecker, and wishing it was my dick in his mouth!”''@@ he explains, jiggling Powers around in the process. You don’t believe him for a second, and your rage is beginning to boil over. All you want to do is plow right through Powers and smash Will’s face in. Barely able to restrain yourself, you regard Powers to confirm your doubt of Will’s dubious story. As soon as he makes eye contact, he drops his gaze downward, bowing his head in shame. You’re taken aback by his reaction, could Will actually be telling the truth? Suddenly, something clicks in your mind… //''sniffing his shorts?''// You actually had trouble locating your own boxers, but there’s no way he would have… As if he can read your mind, Powers begins to shy away, pulling one side of his jacket close to his body. With a jerk, you seize him by the collar and forcefully strip his jacket off, digging a hand deeply into his inside pocket. You immediately come into contact with a soft fabric that you pull out to reveal your missing undergarment. In shock and disbelief at what you’re seeing, your mouth falls open and you begin to tremble with rage. The grip on his collar becomes so tight that it impedes his breathing, and he begins to try and wrestle with your hand. Your face involuntarily twists in anger and disgust, winding every muscle in your body like a spring, vibrating under the tension of restrained kinetic energy. @@color:slateblue;''“HAHAHAHA looks like your-“''@@ Will begins, but his mocking laugh is enough to push you over the edge. ''“AARRRRGHHH!”'' you scream, exploding on Powers with a monstrous hook that would take his head off. At the last moment, he twists and ducks in a way that causes your blow to land flush on his shoulder. The result is a hellish shoulder-stinger that makes a disgusting meat-on-meat sound. Powers cries out in pain, and even through your anger, you realize that a blow to the head could have potentially been fatal. Finding a safe outlet for your frustration, you punch him in the shoulder again, and again, and again, until you can’t recognize his skin color under the bruising and tissue damage. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/powersbruise.jpg" width="425" height="285"></center> He wails like a suffering animal, but you’re not having it. ''“SHUT UP!”'' you command, ordering him to silence with another stiff blow to the arm. He squeals at first, but then chokes and gasps in an effort to save himself any more abuse. His full compliance is the only thing that could stem the tide of your anger, and you feel slightly more in control of your actions. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“KEVIN!”''@@ you whip your head around to spot the coach standing in the doorway, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Stop this! NOW!”''@@. Right on cue, Powers begins to weep like a little girl, fishing for sympathy now that the coach is here. Disgusted, you release him from your grasp and push him right into Will, who glares at you with half-lidded eyes of contempt. //''Unbelievable! This guy is acting like I’m the asshole here, like I went overboard on Powers or something. Well fuck that shit! Maybe I WAS wrong about Will, and maybe he’s been going TOO EASY on some of these guys.''// @@color:lightsteelblue;''“KEVIN!”''@@ the coach repeats, trying to get your attention. Paying no mind, you stalk over to retrieve your bag and make a straight shot for the door. The coach is blocking your path, but you’re undeterred, sizing him up the entire way in case you have to move him yourself. Perhaps it’s your body language, or the scowl on your face, but either way, the coach steps aside to let you out. Still fuming, you push through the doorway, thinking the coach just wanted to avoid escalating the problem. //''Or maybe he was just scared''// you think, a sadistic smile curling one side of your mouth as you head for your locker. <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <</if>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<print "Dominance +5">> [[Next|Week 2 Monday : After School]]

With a quick nip into the change room, you recover your gym bag and peek out into the hallway to spot Will rounding the corner. Fascinated, you quickly skulk behind him, hoping to find out where he’s going. With the halls still empty as class is in session, you easily spy him sliding out of the back doors of the school that lead to the parking lot. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/parkinglot.jpg" width="475" height="356"></center> It’s a maze of shitty, weather beaten used cars that might make it difficult to navigate, if Will wasn’t so tall and distinctive. On the plus side, you have plenty of cover to duck behind while you shadow him all the way to the far end of the lot. This is clearly his destination, climbing into a compact car with the nose facing a tall wooden wall. Unfortunately, the back seats of the car are piled high with boxes, making it impossible for you to see the interior of the vehicle. Your heart is beating heavily against your chest, hunched down so low that you’re nearly on all fours. Staying sharp, you decide to flank around the car to take advantage of the blind spot and avoid the rearview mirror. As you get closer and closer, the cover gets increasing sparse, and the only way for you to get a get look is to stick your head above the quarter panel of an adjacent car. Beading over with sweat, you quickly poke your head up, surprised by what you see. <<if $pics == 1>><center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/willcar1.gif" width="400" height="300"></center><</if>> A dark haired girl from your school is bobbing her head up and down on Will’s towering cock. She can barely get the head in her mouth, and her little hand can scarcely wrap around the beastly member. Her efforts to do most of the work with her hand aren’t appreciated by Will, who begins to thrust upward impatiently. The sealed windows make it impossible for you to hear what’s being said, but when Will’s hand begins to push on the back of her head, you know exactly what he wants. A brief struggle ensues, and the girl’s arms begin to flail around wildly, trying to push herself off his insistent cock. When her lips pops free, she opens wide to take a deep breath, and you can see the mascara running down her cheeks. Will takes the opportunity to slam her head back down, lodging half of his gigantic dick down her throat. You can see her throat distend for a moment before she bucks again, this time catching Will under the jaw with a blind elbow. Breaking free of his grip, she manages to get the door open and become audible to you. @@color:pink;''“You stupid jerk!”''@@ she coughs and chokes between words, @@color:pink;''”…I told you! *cough* Don’t push my head down like that!”''@@. The finality of her statement is marked by her hoping out of the car in your direction. You immediately duck behind the car, keeping yourself low and pressed up against the quarter panel. @@color:slateblue;''“Come on girl, I know you can do it!”''@@ Will negotiates, as the clacking sound of her heels gets closer and closer. @@color:slateblue;''“You can’t just leave me like this, Denise! A guy could die if he stops halfway!”''@@ he is outwardly begging now. @@color:pink;''“Then suck it yourself – ASSHOLE!”''@@ she snaps, just as she passes by so closely that her shadow is cast over you. Thankfully you can hear her hollow steps getting progressively further and further away. There is no sound at all now, and this may be your chance to beat a hasty retreat, until you look up. [[Next|Week 2 Wednesday : Gym Class : BETA 2]]

<<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/willcar2.jpg" width="480" height="480"></center><</if>>\ You’re slack jawed, staring right into the eye of Will’s primed and ready cock. Even though you haven’t looked up at his face yet, you know every inch of his dick, and can identify it on sight. From your kneeling position, you tilt your head up to look into his eyes, which has the side effect of opening your mouth a little wider. Will, however, is not looking down at you, he’s rapidly scanning the area for potential witnesses. When he does look down, it’s to take you by the hair and aim for your face. His broad, mushroom head forcibly spreads your lips wide open until his swollen gland fills your mouth. Your immediate reaction is to gasp and pull away from him, but his grip on your hair makes that impossible. Reaching up to place your hands on his thighs has little effect because you have no leverage in this position. Maybe this is what you wanted all along though, and the reason that you follow him around like a silly little puppy dog. When a dollop of precum squeezes out onto your tongue, the taste of his manhood captivates you. It tastes musky, but also very sweet, like… cherries. Unconsciously, your lips move gently down the length of his shaft, before coming back up to suck the juice from the tip. You’re astonished at how good his dick tastes, until it finally dawns on you, it’s lip balm. You’re tasting Denise’s lip balm by sucking it off Will’s throbbing, dripping cock, ''“Mmmmm-slurp”''. <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/willcar3.gif" width="315" height="354"></center><</if>>\ @@color:slateblue;''“Hurry the fuck up, faggot”''@@ he husks, taking over the motion to begin thrusting at the hip. This is a much different experience, and it doesn’t look like you’ll be getting the chance to give a blowjob. Held firm by the hair, you can only moan and gurgle as Will efficiently pumps his huge dick in and out of your stationary mouth. For some reason, this turns you on even more, and your little dick stiffens at being used as a fuck sleeve for Will’s dominant member. @@color:slateblue;''“Stick your tongue out”''@@ he orders, and after a moment of delirium, you willingly comply. This is when his hand shifts to the back of your head and begins to apply pressure. With all due apprehension, you try to relax as his bulbous head travels deeper and deeper into your mouth, reaching all the way to the back of your throat. A sense of panic sets in when his tip begins to stretch out the entrance to your throat, immediately cutting off your air supply. Desperately whipping your head from side to side, you manage to angle his rod out of your throat long enough to take a deep raggedy breath. Now you know how Denise felt, as tears begin to stream down your cheeks. You are not a girl though, and there’s no chivalry for ‘faggots’, which becomes all too clear when Will thrusts right back into your mouth. The pressure on your throat increases doubly, and this time, his spongy cockhead fully penetrates your throat, ''“ACKK-KK-KK-KK”'' you gag. Just at that moment, Will steps closer to fully mount your face and thrusts downward as hard as he can, burying more than half his length into your virgin throat. Both in pain and alarm, you’re completely overcome by the sensation. You can’t see through the well of tears pooled up in your eyes, and the rest of your senses seem gone as well, all but one – the feeling of having your throat cored out by a monster cock. Though you’re in no state to even notice, your body goes completely limp as Will takes you by the head with both hands. Showing no regard for you whatsoever, he pummels your throat with rapid, eager strokes. Even though you’re not taking his whole length, his huge testicles still manage to land heavily against the underside of your chin with every stroke. @@color:slateblue;''“Ahhhh fuuuuck”''@@ he husks out in a strained, hoarse whisper of a climax. <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/willcar4.gif" width="320" height="240"></center><</if>>\ The coiled python down your gullet lets loose blast after blast of hot, thick, gelatinous fluids. There is a great sense of relief, as his semen coats the length of your battered throat like an analgesic cream. Just when you think you might drown in his essence, the blockage in your throat shrinks away and recedes enough to allow breath. Completely oblivious to the fact you were right on the brink of passing out from lack of oxygen, you instinctively suck in a huge gasp of air. A gurgle in your throat causes you to choke and cough up a wad of Will’s cum, depositing right on your tongue. The texture makes you want to spit, but you freeze when Will begins to speak. @@color:slateblue;''“You tell anyone about this, and you’re dead”''@@ he threatens. You stare back at him dumbly, with strands of his cum hanging from your chin. @@color:slateblue;''“You get me, cocksucker?”''@@ he adds, a little more forcefully. It’s difficult for you to speak with a mouthful of regurgitated semen, and you dare not spit it out in front of him, so you’re forced to choke it down. ''“…yes”'' you manage to say in little more than a meep of a voice. As he begins to dress himself, your eyes remain fixated on his heavy, pendulous balls. You can still feel the slime trickling down your throat, thinking about how those capacious testicles were just emptied directly into your receptive stomach. In a matter of seconds, Will is gone again, leaving you in a crumpled heap at the far end of the parking lot with a belly full of his heavy seed. In your disoriented state, it’s hard to recall exactly how this all happened, and it takes you a few minutes to collect yourself. By the time you’re standing on shaky legs, you can feel a wet spot in your pants, which you immediately identify as ejaculate. Still dizzy from the ordeal, all you can think is… //''Is this really what I wanted? … Or what I… needed''// <<if $masc > 0>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity -5">> <</if>>\ <<set $sub = $sub + 5>>\ <<print "Submission +5">> [[Next|Week 2 Monday : After School]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/tedbasement.jpg" width="535" height="387"></center> It’s a quick trip to Ted’s place, and the biggest concern is upsetting his mother. Bearing this in mind, you gently pull into the driveway, careful to avoid making too much noise. Sliding in through the side door of the house, you cautiously tread down the steep staircase until you’re in the basement, just outside the gaming room. There could be anything going on behind that door, so you brace yourself and casually step through. Ted and Ivan are both scribbling something down when their heads perk up at your arrival. You’re relieved to see that everything appears to be normal. @@color:teal;''“Well it’s about fucking time!”''@@ Ted complains – yup, everything is completely normal. ''“What are you talking about, man? I got here as soon as I could, what’s your problem?”'' you answer back, already annoyed by Ted. @@color:teal;''“MY problem? YOU! You’re my problem!”''@@ he argues, already heating up with anger. @@color:cyan;''“GUYS!”''@@ Ivan interjects, @@color:cyan;''“Come on, don’t start up with each other. Let’s just play, huh?”''@@. Both you and Ted know he’s right, and if Ivan has any effect on you, it’s doubly effective on Ted. Although his complaints have stopped dead, Ted still has a scowl on his face, giving you the evil eye. @@color:cyan;''“Look, he’s sorry, ok Teddy?”''@@ Ivan adds, looking to you for agreement. Barely stifling a groan, you manage a swift, curt nod toward Ivan, but not Ted. @@color:teal;''“Whatever…”''@@ Ted snorts, although he does seem to accept the apology, hollow as it may have been. @@color:teal;''“Now strip! And hurry up, I don’t have all day!”''@@. Clearly this is non-negotiable, and Ivan is almost eager to comply, sliding off his clothes immediately after Ted’s order. Sighing heavily, you make a pile on the floor of your own clothes, ignoring Ted’s lecherous gaze. <<if $plugjain == 1>>\ @@color:teal;''“Are you wearing the plugs??”''@@ Ted suddenly asks, his mood suddenly lifting a bit. Exchanging a look with Ivan, you both look back at Ted and nod slowly. @@color:teal;''“Excellent…”''@@ he smiles devilishly, taking a moment before finishing his sentence, @@color:teal;''“…show me”''@@. Once again, Ivan performs on command, bending over to spread his butt open with one hand. <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ivanweek2plug.jpg" width="457" height="277"></center> <</if>>\ You’re captivated by the sight for a second, seeing his pert butt obediently occupied by an anal stretching device. His little package hangs directly below, hairless and puny compared to the firm and unyielding plug. @@color:teal;''“Niiiiiice….”''@@ Ted hisses, breaking you out of trance and directing his attention to you. Inadvertently, your cheeks flush red, knowing that it’s your turn now. After the plug insertion, this humiliation seems to pale in comparison. When you’re bending over to spread your ass for Ted, you’re quickly reconsidering that last thought. The shame of it warms you right up to the top of your forehead, wondering if your butt looks just like Ivan’s did. @@color:teal;''“Hahahaha!”''@@ Ted laughs at the sight of you, causing a pang of anxiety to stiffen your back upright before awkwardly retaking your seat. <</if>>\ @@color:teal;''“Now where were we…”''@@ Ted muses, tapping a thoughtful finger over his chin, @@color:teal;''“Oh, now I remember!”''@@. <<if $jain == 1>>\ Slowly removing the finger from his chin, he points it straight at you, almost accusingly. Your eyebrows jump, suddenly recalling yourself where the last session ended. Slowly twisting his hand over, palm up, that same finger moves in a come hither motion. This makes your stomach turn, but having gone to such lengths already, you’re not about to quit now. Standing up, you cover your exposed bits and shimmy your way around the table to approach Ted. Something is different though… Last time, it was just you and Ted alone in the room, but now Ivan is sitting right there. This slows your approach, and you turn to give Ivan a sideward glance, as if hoping he might console you somehow. Sitting cross-legged, Ivan is shifting uncomfortably, shyly trying to hide his exposed knees. His bulging eyes watch you excitedly, incapable of helping you now, as he seems to be compromised as well. With a frown, you take a nervous step nearer to Ted, and that’s all it took. Ted seizes you by the upper arm, just below the shoulder, and yanks you right onto his lap. @@color:teal;''“AHHHHHH”''@@ he sighs triumphantly, sitting you sideways across his lap and holding you in place with an arm around your waist. You instinctively cover your genitals with one hand, attempting to fend off Ted with the other. It’s no use though; he grunts and snorts as his meaty hand travels across your supple thigh. You get a hold of his wrist, but then he leans his head in to lewdly sniff up your neck. It’s a disgusting feeling, and you nearly gag, turning your head away to escape his gross molestation. That’s all the distraction Ted needs to free his clammy hand, moving it up to aggressively maul your breasts. ''“Uunngh!”'' you squeal out of discomfort, unable to stop Ted from repeatedly squeezing your chest, exploiting your current vulnerability. For a moment, you fall still, surrendering to the inevitable. That’s when you begin to feel Ted’s sizable cock swelling up under your legs. Not only does he enjoy humiliating you, he derives sexual gratification from it. The hoarse sound of his rhythmic breath beats against the side of your neck, causing your heart to race, synchronizing with Ted’s. With his fully erect cock grinding up against you, he twists and squeezes your nipples with the disposition of a full-fledged sadist. Absolutely buzzing with sexual stimulation, your head limply falls sideways, bringing you eye-to-eye with Ivan. He’s staring at you, unblinking, with his mouth hanging open, and a hand delicately placed over the front of his chest. Just the sight of him brings you back to reality, cutting off any sense of pleasure, and making you feel incredibly awkward. Just then, Ted’s arm around your waist loosens, and palm of his hand claps against your exposed ass. His chubby fingers possessively grip your bare flesh, and a deep rumbling sound comes from the back of his throat, @@color:teal;''“…yeahhhhhhhhhhh”''@@. Stiffening up straight, you bristle at his touch, suddenly feeling used and exploited. With your waist free now, you quickly twist out of his clutches, inadvertently catching him under the chin with a wayward elbow. @@color:teal;''“Ahhhggghhh…”''@@ he gurgles, trying to stand from his chair, but failing, @@color:teal;''“What the FUCK!?”''@@. Walking back around the table to retake your seat, you announce your intentions to Ted, ''“I jump off the cart”''. @@color:teal;''“NO! Get BACK here!”''@@ Ted whines in protest. Completely ignoring his demands, you pick up your D20 and roll it halfway across the table. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/nat20.gif" width="350" height="350"></center> Ted’s eyes fly open in surprise, before narrowing down to evil slits, staring daggers at you. Although he’s essentially the god of his own campaign, even he must abide by the will of the dice. [[GAME ON!|Week 2 RPG : Jain]] <</if>>\ <<if $roh == 1>>\ Slowly removing the finger from his chin, he points it straight at Ivan, almost accusingly. You arch a quizzical eyebrow, trying to recall where the last session ended. Slowly twisting his hand over, palm up, that same finger moves in a come hither motion. Standing up, Ivan covers up his exposed bits and shimmies around the table to approach Ted. As Ivan draws nearer, Ted seizes him by the upper arm, just below the shoulder, and yanks him right onto his lap, sighing triumphantly @@color:teal;''“AHHHHHH”''@@. From this vantage, you’re unable to see what’s going on below the level of Ivan’s chest, but he seems to be squirming around in discomfort. The huffing and puffing going on behind that screen leaves you a bit shocked, wondering what they could possibly be up to. @@color:cyan;''“Uhh!”''@@ Ivan exclaims in sudden alarm, prompting Ted to swiftly grab him by the side of the head. You almost speak up, but hesitate when Ivan’s head lies gently against Ted’s chest, pacifying his resistance. @@color:cyan;''“Ohhhhhh-eeeeeEEEEE”''@@ Ivan mewls like a kitten as some kind of activity commences, out of your view. With a frown, Ivan looks up at Ted, slapping him gently on the chest, as if to admonish him for being naughty. In response, Ted intensifies his actions, and you can see Ivan being jostled around behind the screen. @@color:cyan;''“Uh-uh-uh-uh-UH-UH-UH!”''@@ Ivan gasps, his cries becoming louder and louder under Ted’s hidden ministrations. With his mouth falling completely open, his desperate hand squeezes down on Ted’s chest, as if pleading him to stop… or continue? You can’t take it anymore, and you need to know what exactly is happening here. In shifting your chair back to stand up, it creaks loudly. The sound immediately snaps Ivan from his trance, and he turns to look at you, absolutely mortified. He takes Ted by surprise, pushing against his chest with one hand, and the middle of his face with the other. @@color:teal;''“WhAAA-“''@@ Ted sputters and spits, as Ivan wriggles out of his grasp, quickly rounding the table. @@color:teal;''“Get BACK here!”''@@ Ted whines in protest. Completely ignoring his demands, Ivan picks up his D20 and shakes it around in his palm, "I jump off the cart". He tosses it halfway across the table, and you look on with fascination. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/nat20.gif" width="350" height="350"></center> Ted’s eyes fly open in surprise, before narrowing down to evil slits, staring daggers at Ivan. Although he’s essentially the god of his own campaign, even he must abide by the will of the dice. [[GAME ON!|Week 2 RPG : Roh]] <</if>>\

This makes your eyes fly open in shock, suddenly recalling where the last gaming session ended off. With your mind swirling, you try to remember what happened to the plug that night. You’re sure that you went straight to bed after getting home, so you check the bedroom first. Sure enough, there’s a plastic bag under your bed containing the, still soiled, anal plug. Your nose wrinkles at the sight of it, carrying the package to the bathroom sink like a chunk of radioactive waste. When hot water makes contact with the material, the grime slides right off, eliminating the unpleasant smell as well. Taking no chances, you thoroughly scrub the sexual device with soap before carefully rinsing it off clean. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/blueplug.jpg" width="300" height="300"></center> The very sight of it produces a heat and tension throughout your entire body, burning hottest at your cheeks. Nimble flecks of light dance within the crystalline structure like a cluster of firing neurons, giving the object a semblance of life. Could this be some kind of silicon based life form? And with life, perhaps even a kind of sentience?? Or… Intention??? The thought is troubling, so you pull eyes from the luminous core, taking in the entity as a whole. From pointed tip, to flared base, this thing is designed for one devious purpose. You remember staring into its depths last week too; how it twinkled seductively, and how it felt... pushing into your butt... A surge of blood suddenly rushes into your cock, and you’re not sure if it’s due to arousal or embarrassment. Doubts begin to fill your mind about this whole situation, and you stare at yourself in the mirror, struggling to decide if this is what you really want to do. //''The plan was just some casual role playing, and having a little bit of innocent fun – not getting my asshole filled every weekend.''// Even though you promised Ivan, things have gone too far, and you think about cancelling this whole affair. [[Insert Plug|Week 2 RPG : insert plug]] Skip Rpg - End of content

__''Day: 13 - Saturday''__ <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/alarm1.jpg" height= "100" width="220" style="float:left;"/>//<big>CREEEK CREEEEK CREEEK</big>//-You slap your alarm clock hard and bolt upright on your bed. ''//Uggghhhh, I have to get rid of that fucking alarm clock...//'' It takes a few moments of staring at the wall before your eyes adjust and your head acclimates to consciousness. </body> Shambling to your feet, you somehow manage to navigate your way to the bathroom like a zombie. Kicking into auto-pilot, you complete your morning ritual. It’s a lazy day, focused on recuperating from the previous night – both mentally and physically. The better part of the morning is spent nursing your hangover, feeding it a greasy lunch with an aspirin chaser. When the phone rings, you immediately pick up the receiver with full knowledge of who is on the other end, ''“Yo, Ivan”''. Right on cue, he responds @@color:cyan;''“Hey, Kev!”, and he’s so excited too, “Are we playing today?”''@@. ''“Ummmm…”'' you begin, reluctant to give up the peace and quiet of your self-imposed isolation. ''“I have a bit of a headache, man… I don’t really feel like listening to Ted’s screeching today”''. Before you even get the last word out, Ivan is beseeching you, @@color:cyan;''“Kev! Kev, please! It’ll be ok, I promise. Ted was just grumpy last week because of something with his mother”''@@. Unable to suppress a groan, you doubt Ivan’s story, and he certainly can’t promise you that Ted will behave. As if sensing your thoughts, he continues, @@color:cyan;''“I know, Kev, I know… Just remember, Ted wants to play too, and without us, he’s just stuck at home with his mom. It’s in his best interest for us to all get along”''@@. Razor sharp as always, his logic is irrefutable, so you concede the point ''“Meh… Why do we have to play with that asshole anyways? What happened to the twins? They were actually FUN to play with”''. @@color:cyan;''“They moved away, Kev, remember??”''@@ he reminds you, @@color:cyan;''“We’re playing with Ted because he has the room, the table, the hex map, the rule books, the monster compendiums, the custom painted figures, the-“''@@. ''“Ok! Ok!”'' you cut him off, ''“I get it, man…”''. @@color:cyan;''“If you don’t come, it will just be me and Teddy…”''@@ he says, trailing off his words without spelling out the implication of what that means, @@color:cyan;''“…and you know how that is, right Kev? You can’t play with only two people, and I REALLY want to play today…”''@@. Ivan is really putting the pressure on you now, forcing you to think not only of your needs, but of others. You sigh heavily, and Ivan is quick to further the momentum of his persuasion @@color:cyan;''“Pleeeeeeeeease? Please-please-please-please-pleeeeeeeease???”''@@. You don’t know if it’s the dulcet tone of Ivan’s voice that affects you so powerfully, or your friendship spearheading the emotional response, but you finally cave in to the pressure, ''“Alright, alright…”''. @@color:cyan;''“Yessssss!”''@@ he cheers with glee, @@color:cyan;''“You’re the best, Kev! …and maybe I don’t tell you enough, but you’re really cool!”''@@. ''“Ahhh… heh… yeah, that’s cool…”'' you stutter, suddenly feeling kind of warm and fuzzy inside. Ivan isn’t like most of your other friends, and he regularly extracts emotional responses from you. @@color:cyan;''“Though I’m starting to think you just wanted to make me beg”''@@ he giggles. You’re tickled by his retort, ''“Hehehe, come on dude…”''. Come to think of it, most of your friends would never beg you, or flatter you with compliments. You notice a soft smile spreading across your face, and it’s on account of how pleasant Ivan’s conversation is. Whether this is due to his knowledge of psychology, or just his naked charisma, you couldn’t say – perhaps both. Lost in your own thoughts, you miss most of what Ivan said, but manage to catch the very end, @@color:cyan;''“…so I’ll meet you at Ted’s in about half an hour?”''@@. ''“Ahh, right! No doubt, man… I’ll check you at Ted’s place”'' you cover, hoping he doesn’t notice you were just ignoring him. <<if $plugjain == 0>>\ @@color:cyan;''“Ok, Kev! See ya then!”''@@ he happily announces, hanging up the line. Since you’re already dressed, the only thing you do in preparation is empty your bladder before heading for your car. With practiced efficiency, you expertly navigate the vehicle to Ted’s address without issue. [[NEXT|Week 2 RPG : Ted]] <</if>>\ <<if $plugjain == 1>>\ @@color:cyan;''“Ok, Kev! See ya then!”''@@ he happily announces. @@color:cyan;''“And don’t forget your plug”''@@ he quickly adds before hanging up the line. [[NEXT|Week 2 RPG : plug decision]] <</if>>\

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/pluglights.gif" width="640" height="360"></center> When you reach for the plug, it lights up brightly, the sparks within spinning furiously at your touch. Your heart jumps in your chest, shocked by the plug’s response, and you quickly try to puzzle out how this is possible. The sun must have come out from behind some clouds, increasing the amount of light diffracted by the crystal. A quick peek out the window completely debunks that theory, and you’re all out of ideas. With great interest, you stare deeply into the lights once again. //''What if it’s true? What if it remembers penetrating me… What if it WANTS to fuck me?''// You begin to wonder why you’re having these ridiculous, irrational thoughts. Thinking back to your experience with the plug, you recall a strange sense of pleasure mixed in with the pain. Come to think of it, you slipped that night, and the plug was forcefully rammed right up your tight ass. The memory of it makes you quiver, and you wonder if the pleasure can be reached without suffering through the pain. Whether this is an entity, or some natural phenomenon caused the light, one thing is for sure, your cock is rock hard in anticipation. Maybe this was some kind of an omen, and deep down, you just want to feel that plug in your ass again, but refuse to admit it. In a moment of weakness you snatch up the plug. Its solid form and intimidating shape entices you further, until you’re reaching for a nearby jar of Vaseline. Getting completely naked, you bend over the bathroom vanity and position the tip of the plug right at the entrance of your asshole. You gulp hard, feeling the slick crystal point tantalize the soft tissue of your anus. Exhaling deeply, you slowly begin to push, and the diameter of the plug increases dramatically, while the penetration is still very shallow. Sliding it back out, you try again, and this time you manage to get it a little deeper, until your feel your anal ring begin to stretch. ''“Unnnnnghhhh”'' you moan, unable to insert the plug any further. The elasticity of your sphincter reaches its threshold, just before the pain barrier. It’s something of a disappointment to you, because there’s some kind of an urge, an itch, deep inside of you that needs to be scratched. As you’re thinking about it, you can feel your hole relax, and resize itself to better fit the expanding circumference of the plug. Pulling it back out again, you spread your butt with one hand, hoping to make it easier on yourself before sliding back in. A rush of exhilaration fills you, as you are filled, taking the plug more than halfway down. ''“Ahhhhhhh”'' you gasp, opening your eyes wide in that moment of pleasure, only to be met by the sight of your own visage – if only for a second. There was a jubilant smile spread across your wide open mouth as the plug bore into your passage. Immediately looking away, you feel very weird about seeing yourself like that, particularly because there’s an anal plug lodged halfway up your ass. Coming too far now, you turn away from the mirror, sparing yourself the shame, and kneeling down on the bathroom floor. With your back arched, you rest your head on the ground, pointing your upturned ass up to the sky. In this position, your cheeks stand apart through gravity, offering yourself up to the crystal stopper. This time, it slides in almost effortlessly, and you coo in appreciation. There is no pain at all, as your pliant, willing flower opens up to the pleasant stretching sensation. Just when you think the plug is in, you reach another pain barrier. Panting with need, you squirm and buck in frustration, desperate to feel it deep inside of you. You need help, and you secretly reach out to the crystalline entity, begging to be taken. The imagined form of an androgynous figure appears in your mind, equipped with nothing by a short, broad, flared cock. Without delay, it grips you by the hips and crashes powerfully against your ass. <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><video width="320" height="240" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/week2plug.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ <</if>>\ ''“OOOOHHHHH”'' you squeal, as the plug is painfully thrust all the way into your asshole. A burning sensation enflames your poor sphincter, just before it snaps back shut around the narrow base of the plug. With the fat lump embedded in your passage, you immediately take hold of your throbbing cock. Mad with lust, you jerk it as fast as you can, tipping over the edge after only a few urgent strokes. Squeezing down hard on the base of your plug, your dick erupts, unleashing spurt after spurt of pent up seminal fluid. Stars fill your vision, and a high pitched sound rings through your ears, as you experience a prolonged orgasm. Covered in sweat, you lay with your cheek against the cold tile floor while you come down from your anally induced high. As your heart rate slows back down, your mind clears, and the strength is returned to your body – you feel pretty ashamed of yourself. After cleaning yourself up, you look on the bright side of the situation – At least you will get to play now, and Ivan will be pleased about that. And Ted… Well, at least you didn’t have to insert the plug in front of Ted again, so that’s a relief. Getting dressed back up, you head for your car, even though you’re walking a little funny now. With practiced efficiency, you expertly navigate the vehicle to Ted’s address without issue. [[Next|Week 2 RPG : Ted]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/carriagenowolves.jpg" width="800" height="450"></center> You leap from the moving cart, escaping the clutches of the perverted coachman. Nimbly landing on your feet, the momentum flings you forward, forcing you to tuck and roll, just barely evading the rear wheel of the carriage. Even before you’re able to steady yourself, the conveyance is skidding to a halt. @@color:slateblue;''“Get back here!”''@@ Padan Fain demands, disembarking less than a dozen paces away from your position, @@color:slateblue;''“And pay what you OWE!”''@@. ''“I don’t think I will…”'' you decide, realizing that you are now well clear of the wolves, ''“Under the circumstances, Mr. Fain, I won’t be requiring your services after all”''. His eyes widen in anger, but you pretend not to notice, ''“We’ve come far enough, and considering the kind of //PAYMENT// you demanded, you’ve already been WELL compensated”''. The outraged look on his face prompts you to explain it again for the fool, ''“Partial compensation, for partial transportation”''. He scowls, stalking towards you with his fists clenched at his sides, @@color:slateblue;''“You lying little strumpet! We had a bargain!”''@@. ''“HA!”'' you balk, tilting your chin into the air and pushing out your chest with authority. Even stark naked in the woods, your dignity dwarfs his a thousand fold. With hands on hips, you imperiously dissect the little man, ''“You DARE presume to lecture me on ethics!? Perhaps if you behaved like a gentleman, I actually WOULD have been grateful for your assistance”''. Narrowing your eyes, you truly look down on this peasant wretch, speaking through clenched teeth, ''“Instead, you chose to be a low-life, ruffian, opportunistic, PERVERT! And in that case, NO! I’ll not allow you to blackmail me any further today! MISTER Fain”''. <body>\ <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/fainrage.jpg" height= "150" width="150" style="float:left;"/>His teeth grate against each other, and his face reddens before your very eyes. Suddenly lunging at you, Fain catches you by the wrist, @@color:slateblue;''“You’ve got quite the mouth on you, trollop! Though you would fare better, were it wrapped around my cock”''@@. </body> You’re offended by his brutish comment, but this two-bit street hustler doesn’t intimidate you for a second. Never losing your poise, you condescend to him, ''“Ohhh, a thousand apologies, Master Fain. By all ill fates, I seem to have misplaced my spying glass. For how else am I to locate an appendage so diminutive, that it could scarcely pleasure even a weasel’s wife?”''. @@color:slateblue;''“You fucking WHORE!”''@@ he growls, snatching you by the hair. Without your staff, all you can do is heave a mighty slap across the side of his face. The impact takes him by surprise, turning his head to the side and fluttering his eyes for a moment. His face twists in rage, and he rears back to load up on a heavy back-handed blow. His motion is halted by a crushing blow from behind to the side of his neck. Fain’s head sharply tilts sideways at a painful looking angle, rolling his eyes up into his head, and crumpling to the floor in a heap. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/rohchop.gif" width="600" height="338"></center> [[Next|Week 2 RPG : Jain 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/carriagenowolves.jpg" width="800" height="450"></center> A sudden jerk causes you to stir, your eyes fluttering for a moment before heavily falling shut once more. Warm and cozy, you could slumber for an eternity in your feather bed. Stretching out, your foot collides with a solid object, painfully stubbing your toe. ''“Ugghh”'' you growl, rubbing your eyes to examine your foot. When your vision clears, you find yourself disoriented, encased within some kind of box. It all floods back into you at once; where you are, and the incredible peril that threatens you in this very moment. You curse yourself for falling asleep at a time like this, and once you’ve shaken the drowsiness from your senses, you realize that the cart isn’t moving. Most likely, Fain has delivered you right into the hands of his brigand allies, and you’re surrounded on all sides. //''It wouldn’t be the first time…''// you think, clenching your fists, as if confirming that your muscles are still functional. Carefully peering through the curtain on one side of the carriage reveals nothing – nor does a peek in the other direction. Puzzled, you seem to be completely alone, save for the ordinary sounds of the forest. Slowly edging the door open, you poke a head out, hoping to get a better sense of your surroundings. As far as you can tell, you’re still on the road, with no visible landmarks in either direction, it’s as if- @@color:red;''“Hah!”''@@ your ears perk up at the sound, quickly hiding your head behind the door, lest you catch a stray arrow completely unaware. It was Jain’s voice, she’s somewhere nearby! Although you have little experience with stealth, this body moves with all the grace of a cat, allowing you to softly drop to the ground beside the carriage. Swift and spry, you drop to a very low stance and duck under the carriage, giving you a full view of the area around you. Thankfully, you’re not surrounded, and you spot two pairs of legs behind the carriage – One pair belonging to Jain, and the other is undoubtedly Fain’s. Nearly on all fours now, you skulk out from beneath the carriage like a predatory lizard emerging from beneath a rock. Treading softly, you position yourself to Fain’s rear, completely out of his line of sight. @@color:slateblue;''“You fucking WHORE!”''@@ Fain curses, and an immediate struggle ensues. Abandoning any pretense of guile, you close the distance in two long strides, unleashing a brutal, lateral strike at the connecting point between Fain’s neck and shoulder. The crushing blow takes him completely unaware, devastating the supposed adversary. With a crunch, he goes down like a sack of potatoes, relenting under the mighty force of the impact. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/rohchop.gif" width="600" height="338"></center> [[Next|Week 2 RPG : Roh 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/carriagenowolves.jpg" width="800" height="450"></center> Frozen in place, by the sudden attack, you see Roh, now standing in the same spot once occupied by Fain. Instead of looking back at you, he’s smiling down on the fallen peddler, dusting his hands against each other, signifying a job well done. You follow his gaze to examine the body as well, ''“You killed him?!”''. @@color:green;''“No”''@@ Roh quickly responds, lifting Fain’s shirt to display his heaving belly, @@color:green;''“He breathes… for now…”''@@. Still somewhat in shock, you briefly reflect on how Fain’s aggression came to such an abrupt halt, on account of a single, powerful blow. Although clearly a threat to you, it was nothing compared to what Roh is capable of. He scares you a lot more than the peddler, and you breathe a sigh of relief that he’s on your side… for now… The train of thought comes to an end when you refocus on Roh, ''“What in the nine hells are you doing???”''. Your companion doesn’t answer right away, but you can see him continuing to strip the clothes from Fain’s body. When he fishes a small coin purse from the man’s stocking, a contented smile warms his face. @@color:green;''“I’m giving our friend here what he deserves…”''@@ he finally explains, lifting not only the purse, but all of Fain’s clothing as well. The trauma of your perilous journey has frazzled your mind, stuck in a constant state of fight or flight. In this moment, you begin to think clearly again, falling back on your principles. You realize that since coming into this realm, you’ve pillaged a locked structure, and assaulted the first person you’ve come across. If that’s not enough, now you’re robbing him, and leaving him for dead, ''“We can’t do this Roh… What will become of him?”''. @@color:green;''“Hah!”''@@ he merrily scoffs at your words, @@color:green;''“I care not!”''@@. Hopping up to the driver’s seat of the carriage, he gathers up the reigns before looking back to you, @@color:green;''“Hopefully he’s fucked to death by that pack of wolves, hahaha!”''@@. ''“Have you gone soft in the HEAD!?”'' you immediately respond, amazed by his ignorance, ''“I won’t let you go rampaging through the countryside, bludgeoning your way through every obstacle, until you bring an entire army down on our heads!”''. Roh sighs loudly at your objection, @@color:green;''“How reckless of me, Princess… Very well then, I’ll rouse him so you can suck his cock”''@@. His words infuriate you, though his argument is valid, if crude and simplistic. ''“Don’t be a fool!”'' you snap, focusing so intently on Roh, that you actually step over Fain’s body in approaching the carriage. ''“So you plan to drive this marked carriage, down this well travelled road, right into town?”'' you calmly ask, laying it out so simply that even a beast could understand. His mouth opens to respond, but it quickly shuts, his eyes looking up and to the left. ''“Maybe you could drive us directly into the dungeons as well”'' you add, as if to finish his thought for him. Although Roh doesn’t acknowledge your point, he does stare at you thoughtfully, waiting for an alternative strategy. Striding right past him, you examine the horses to confirm an assumption, ''“MmmHmmm”'' you hum in the affirmative. ''“They’re branded…”'' you note, working on the belts and straps that secure the horse to the cart, ''“We take the horses, riding in the light wood parallel to the road”''. Roh actually nods along as you speak, ''“Once within sight of the city, we leave them behind and approach on foot”''. Freeing one of the horses, you take the reins from Roh ''“As for Fain… I won’t be a party to murder, so pop him in the carriage – and be quick about it! There’s no time to waste”''. Roh seems to stiffen at your order, but he relinquishes his hold on the reins and climbs down from his perch. Busying yourself with preparing the horses, you ensure they’re properly fastened to bit and bridle, though they lack saddles. With your years of equestrian training, riding bare-back is not an issue, so you quickly modify the reins to suit two separate riders. Just as you’re finishing your work, Roh rounds the corner of the cart, @@color:green;''“Feast your eyes on THIS!”''@@. Without warning he flings something over the horses, coming down right on top of your head. Sputtering wildly, you manage to wrestle your way out of the draped fabric. When you steady the garment enough to get a look at it, you discover that it’s a fur-lined riding cloak. Smiling brightly, you appreciatively don the cloak and mount up on your steed. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/furcloak.jpg" width="350" height="350"></center> [[Next|Week 2 RPG : City]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/carriagenowolves.jpg" width="800" height="450"></center> Smiling down on the fallen peddler, you dust off your hands, signifying a job well done. When you bend low to examine the body, Jain comes to life, @@color:red;''“You killed him!?”''@@. ''“No”'' you quickly respond, lifting Fain’s shirt to display his heaving belly, ''“He breathes… for now…”''. Taking advantage of the situation, you begin to rifle through Fain’s clothes, looking for a stash of coin that’s he’s sure to be concealing. @@color:red;''“What in the nine hells are you doing???”''@@ Jain asks, but you ignore her for the moment, completely stripping the clothes from Fain’s body. When you fish a small coin purse from the man’s stocking, a contented smile warms your face. ''“I’m giving our friend here what he deserves…”'' you explain, not only taking Fain’s purse, but relieving him of his clothes as well. @@color:red;''“We can’t do this Roh… What will become of him?”''@@ Jain suddenly blurts out. ''“Hah!”'' you merrily scoff, ''“I care not!”''. Hopping up to the driver’s seat of the carriage, you gather up the reigns before looking back to Jain, ''“Hopefully he’s fucked to death by that pack of wolves, hahaha!”''. @@color:red;''“Have you gone soft in the HEAD!?”''@@ she complains, @@color:red;''“I won’t let you go rampaging through the countryside, bludgeoning your way through every obstacle, until you bring an entire army down on our heads!”''@@. You sigh loudly at her objection, just how naïve is she? ''“How reckless of me, Princess… Very well then, I’ll rouse him so you can suck his cock”''. As expected, she reacts poorly to your obvious claim. @@color:red;''“Don’t be a fool!”''@@ she snaps, stepping over Fain’s body in approaching the carriage. @@color:red;''“You plan to drive this marked carriage, down this well travelled road, right into town?”''@@ she calmly asks. Now that you hear it out loud, it’s clear that you haven’t really thought this plan through. @@color:red;''“Maybe you could drive us directly into the dungeons as well”''@@ she adds, unnecessarily furthering the reasoning. Although you don’t acknowledge her point, you do stare at her thoughtfully, waiting to hear her alternative strategy. Striding right past you, she closely examines the horses, @@color:red;''“MmmHmmm”''@@ she hums. @@color:red;''“They’re branded…”''@@ she announces, working on the belts and straps that secure the horse to the cart, @@color:red;''“We take the horses, riding in the light wood parallel to the road”''@@. She’s making a lot of sense right now, and you find yourself nodding along with her train of thought, @@color:red;''“Once within sight of the city, we leave them behind and approach on foot”''@@. Freeing one of the horses, she takes the reins from your hands, @@color:red;''“As for Fain… I won’t be a party to murder, so pop him in the carriage – and be quick about it! There’s no time to waste”''@@. You stiffen at her order, resenting the fact that she treats you like her butler, or personal dogsbody. Never the less, her thinking is sound, and she’s right about one thing – time is of the essence right now. Lowering yourself to the ground, you approach Fain’s naked, soiled lump of a body. You have no sympathy for this snake, and the biggest flaw in Jain’s plan is letting Fain live. For a moment, you consider ending him here and now, but decide against it, knowing that your relationship with Jain is too important to risk. Taking him by the gnarled, dirty foot, you roughly drag Fain’s body across the road. When you reach the cart, you hoist him up by the hips and stuff him inside. Folded nearly in half, he looks like a discarded ragdoll, in a position that likely makes it difficult for him to breathe. //’’Hopefully, he will suffocate… Choke to death on his own lying tongue’’//. It’s such a pleasant thought, but unfortunately, you suspect this isn’t the last you’ve seen of Padan Fain. Just before leaving, you spot something carefully tucked beneath the seat. Pulling it free, you discover a pair of fur-lined riding cloaks. They’re likely meant for underdressed passengers to use, in case of poor weather. Taking possession of the garments, you round the corner of the cart, ''“Feast your eyes on THIS!”''. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/furcloak.jpg" width="350" height="350"></center> You fling a cloak over the horses, and it comes down right on top of Jain’s head like a fishing net. Sputtering wildly, she manages to wrestle out of the draped fabric. Smiling brightly, she appreciatively dons the cloak and mounts up on her steed. [[Next|Week 2 RPG : City]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/storageroom.jpg" width="709" height="417"></center> ''“AAARRRRRGHHH!”'' you growl, slamming your fists into the ground and pushing yourself upward on your knuckles, fueled by an adrenaline-laced fury. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“NINETEEEEEEN!”''@@ he calls out. Dropping yourself to the ground, you violently explode again, ''“RRRAAAAARRHHHHH”''. Even through your anger, there is quite a bit more difficulty this time, relying on your bones and tendons to pick up the slack of your exhausted muscles. Finally, through sheer determination, you manage to lock out your elbows again. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“NINETEEEEEEN!”''@@ he repeats, just as firmly. ''“GGGGGG-AAAAAHHHHH”'' you grunt with effort, mercilessly forcing your body upward - but failing. Crashing back to the ground, you quickly reattempt the feat, only to find that your arms can’t even budge your prone form. With all your will, all your passion, your body still refuses to co-operate. The feeling is devastating, mixing anger, shame and frustration into a single volatile cocktail. ''“FUUUUCK!”'' you curse, slamming the heels of your fists against the cold concrete floor. Scrambling up to your feet, you stare down the coach, taking a step towards him in the process. Without any warning, an open-handed blow collides with the side of your face, twisting your head and knocking you off balance. It takes a moment for you to realize what happened, as one side of your face painfully burns and tingles at the same time. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/coachslap.gif" width="498" height="263"></center> A slight blur of your vision is quickly corrected, and you become aware of a loud, high pitched sound ringing in your ear. Turning to face the coach once more, your face twists into a scowl, and you bare gritted at the larger man. Beads of sweat run down your face, and every muscle in your body contracts. Seeing red, your fists clench tightly, tensed up like an elastic band pushed to the very limit. You’ve had enough, and no matter how big he is, you’re fast enough to smash his nose flat before he has a chance to get a hold of you. Snorting in and out like an angry bull, your chests rises and falls to the beat of your pounding heart. Less than a second before you viciously attack, the coach makes a move. Lowering his arms to his sides, the coach leans his face in towards you, almost daring you to hit him. He stares into your eyes for a brief moment, before tilting his head to the side and lighting up with recognition. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Oh, you’re MAD now, HUH?”''@@ he indicates, twisting his mouth into a wry smirk. Slowly moving his lips to your ear, he almost whispers, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“…good”''@@. With that, he turns away, straightening his back and pacing around the room with his hands clasped behind his back. His strange words dampen your rage, replacing it with a sudden, curious intrigue. Perhaps it had nothing to do with his words at all, but the mere act of him disengaging serves as concession enough. With your anger sufficiently stemmed, your brain begins to regain control, forcing you to consider his words. The coach wasn’t actually trying to break your will, but rather, to make you angry. Everyone is afraid of the coach, but when you stood up to him, it seemed like he gained some respect for you. This reminds you of the speech he made the last time you met. It was about being responsible for your own choices, and you can see how that applies here. Backed by his status as an authority figure, his words do hold additional weight, but ultimately, it’s your decision to obey him or not. He isn’t some sadistic lunatic putting you through this torture (well, maybe he is, a little), but YOU are the one torturing yourself - and maybe you should be. A kind of epiphany strikes you, that all this time, the coach has been employing negative reinforcement that is designed to empower you. Though he may be aggressive and brutal in his methods, the coach is actually trying to help you. The results are undeniable, that you were able to do more push-ups than you previously thought possible. Through sheer force of will, your brain accessed a chemical cocktail that increased your strength, resilience and tenacity. Properly controlled and directed, this is a massive boon to your physicality, and it comes with a hefty shot of confidence thrown into the mix. The coach looks completely uninterested as he retakes his seat and peers at a clipboard on his desk, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“That was pathetic… I expect more out of you than THAT, boy”''@@. His words burst your bubble somewhat, but you quickly catch on that he’s just keeping the pressure on, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“…You’re done”''@@. The finality in his tone conveys the message clearly enough, so you shrug your shoulders and head for the exit, content to have learned from this experience. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Be back here tomorrow!”''@@ he quickly adds, which makes you pause midstep and turn your head around to regard him curiously. Looking up from his clipboard, he stares at you grimly, speaking in a stern tone of voice, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“And no more pussy shit, or I’ll transfer you to the girl’s class… where you belong”''@@. You smile broadly at his joke, and swell with pride, realizing that you did manage to prove yourself to the old bastard, ''“You got it, coach”''. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“DISMISSED!”''@@ he orders, focusing back on his paperwork. That works for you, and you leave the room, happy to be finished class after only ten minutes. You can’t help but walk a little taller now, and you almost feel sorry for anyone trying to fuck with you today - not today… //''Shit, I wish someone WOULD''// ...the thought brings a sadistic smile to your face. <<if $masc < 80>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 25>>\ <<print "Masculinity +25">> <</if>>\ <<set $str = $str + 5>>\ <<print "Strength +5">> <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<print "Dominance +5">> <<set $coach = 2>>\ [[Next|Week 2 Monday : After School]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/storageroom.jpg" width="709" height="417"></center> You collapse, every muscle in your body goes slack and you’re rewarded with an immediate feeling of relief. With your cheek placed flat on the ground, every desperate breath comes laced with a mouthful of ambient dust. It’s difficult to breathe with your chest compacted by the floor, so you roll onto your side in the fetal position. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Did I tell you to STOP!?”''@@ The coach demands, bending at the waist to shout down upon you, hoping his words will have more leverage that way. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I said, GIVE ME TWENTYYYYYY!”''@@ he repeats, in that same, military tone. For a second, the thought does cross your mind, just to prove him wrong… but it seems so pointless in the end. Nothing you do will ever be enough to satisfy this guy, so why put yourself through this for nothing? ''“I - I can’t, coach…”'' you finally decide. The coach has a look of shock and outrage on his face like you’ve never seen before. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“You caaaaAAAAN’T??”''@@ he asks, incredulously, mixed with a deep condescension, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Well, isn’t that PRECIOUS!”''@@. The more he talks, the more you’re dissuaded from participating in his ordeals. Realistically, this is no way to train. With your muscles overworked to exhaustion, you’re just riding on bone and tendon, which bears no real benefit, and actually promotes injury more than anything else. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“You’re PATHETIC! You know that?!”''@@ he spits the insult at you with genuine sincerity. Moving to a sitting position, you continue breathing heavily from exertion. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“In all my years, I’ve never met such a WHINING little PANSY”''@@ he taunts. The constant barrage of abuse is really starting to irritate you now, so you scramble your way back up to your feet. Closing in to within an inch of your face, he looks at you with bitter contempt, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“You’re weeeeeeak”''@@ he hisses through clenched teeth. A shiver runs through your body, his words finally cutting into you like a knife. Straightening your back in objection, a sense of outrage wells up deep in the pit of your belly. This meatheaded bully doesn’t know what he’s talking about, and you won’t stand for it anymore! Shaking, and on the verge of tears, you cock your neck forward and snap at him, ''“Fuck you!”''. For the briefest moment, you see the whites of his eyes opening as wide as saucers. Without any warning, an open-handed blow collides with the side of your face, twisting your head and knocking you to the floor. It takes a moment for you to realize what happened, as one side of your face painfully burns and tingles at the same time. A slight blur of your vision is quickly corrected, and you become aware of a loud, high pitched sound ringing in your ear. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/coachslap.gif" width="498" height="263"></center> @@color:lightsteelblue;''“WHY YOU MISERABLE LITTLE MAGGOT!!!”''@@ roars the coach, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I’M GONNA RIP YOUR GUTS OUT!!!”''@@. You’re vaguely aware of raising a hand in the air, defensively, while contending with the incredible pain. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I’M GONNA STOMP A MUD-HOLE IN YOUR ASS!!!”''@@ he bellows, kicking you several times in the abdomen. With a single arm, he takes you by the collar and hoists you up to a standing position, pinning you against the wall. With your eyes closed, you turn your head away, hoping to avoid his words, or further blows to the head. Even with both hands, you’re scarcely able to encircle his thick wrist, making it impossible to free yourself from his grasp. Whimpering in misery, you try and brace yourself for the next physical assault. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“HEY! Look at me!”''@@ he commands, backed up by another, though much lighter, slap to your cheek. The impact makes you seize up, flinch and begin to blubber, until the coach takes hold of your chin. Slowly opening your eyes, you see a stern look on his face, though he seems to have restrained himself somewhat. His words come sharply through a tight-lipped frown, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“You will report to my office tomorrow… Is that underSTOOD?”''@@. He makes an exaggerated nod up and down, giving you a clear indication of what he wants. Eager to escape this predicament, you repeatedly nod your head in short, quick jerks to signal your assent. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Out of my SIGHT!”''@@ he spits, giving you an extra shove toward the exit. Unfortunately the door is closed, so you slam into it loudly, and painfully. Not waiting for him to change his mind, you snatch the door open just enough to slither your way sideways through the crack. <<if $masc > 0>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity -5">> <</if>>\ <<set $sub = $sub + 5>>\ <<print "Submission +5">> <<set $coach = 3>>\ [[Next|Week 2 Monday : After School]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/storageroom.jpg" width="709" height="417"></center> The clock strikes precisely as you pass through the threshold, finding the coach bent over a clipboard on his desk. ''“Hey, Coach!”'' you begin, noticing that three seconds have already ticked off on the clock, ''“Sorry I’m late…”''. He jerks up from his work to throw you a withering glare, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Don’t be a smart-ass!”''@@ The goofy grin on your face is enough to make him stand fully upright, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“We’re here to WORK! Not to pussyfoot around, giggling like a pair of schoolgirls getting finger-popped by Bozo the clown”''@@. You blink in surprise, twisting your smile into a crooked smirk of confusion, as you briefly visualize his remark. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“SO WIPE THAT GODDAMNED LOOK OFF YOUR COCKSUCKER!!!”''@@ he bursts out with authority, and it quickly has the desired effect, straightening you out like a flagpole. The coach bends down to effortlessly pick up some kind of a stuffed ball, and he immediately throws it at your midsection. ''“Ooooof!”'' you grunt, as the ball slams into your gut; it’s much heavier than it appeared in the coach’s hands. He steps closer, with giddy amusement plastered all over his face, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Now THAT’S what makes ME smile, hehehe”''@@. As if working from a script, he relates a practiced set of instructions on how to perform lateral throws against the wall. He gives you a ton of precise directions, from base, to form, to reset. It’s a bit too much all at once, and when you throw the ball for the first time, it barely bounces off the wall, landing limply at your feet. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“ARE YOU SHITTING ME?!!!”''@@ the coach nearly explodes, stepping right up to shout in your ear, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“IS THIS ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR JOKES, LAUGHING BOY?!!! YOU TRYING TO MAKE A FOOL OUT OF ME?!!! IS THAT IT?!!!”''@@. ''“NO, SIR!”'' you promptly reply, scrambling to pick up the ball and reset to the starting position. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“BY THE LORD ALMIGHTY… IF YOU PULL THAT SHIT AGAIN, I’M GONNA TIE YOUR DICK IN A KNOT AND PUMP YOUR ASS FULL OF PINK LEMONADE UNTIL YOU’RE WHISTLIN’ SWEET GEORGIA BROWN!!!”''@@. Involuntarily, you pause, slightly turning your head to give the coach an incredulous look, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“GO! GO! GOOOOOOO!!!”''@@ he orders. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/medicineball.gif" width="435" height="250"></center> Falling into stance, you focus on utilizing your legs, hips, back and arms to propel the weighted ball forward. When it bounces off the wall, you catch it, allowing for the momentum to twist you back into the proper starting position. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“OOOOONE, TWOOOOO!”''@@ the coach counts out loud, as you continue to perform the maneuver to his satisfaction. After several different exercises, so much of your sweat has transferred onto the ball that it’s difficult to keep a hold of. The coach continues to push you past any reasonable threshold of exertion, tongue lashing you the entire time. Although the ordeal is taxing, mentally and physically, you successfully make it to the end of the lesson. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“AT EEEEASE”''@@ he finally announces, which makes you breathe out a big sigh of relief. Unconsciously, you begin to roll your overworked shoulder around, slightly wincing in pain. Surprisingly, the coach takes an interest, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“It hurts?"''@@. ''“It’s fine, coach… just a little sore”'' you reply, massaging the burning muscle with your free hand. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“It’s SOOORE?? Ooooh noooooo”''@@ he comically emotes, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“That’s terrible! Hold on, I think I have a tube of benGAY in the back”''@@. Your eyes immediately narrow, realizing your mistake, ''“Nah, coach… I’m straight…”''. Even the slightest display of weakness is enough for the coach to latch on to. If you learned anything from this lesson, it was to internalize your weaknesses, and hide them from others. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“There might be some Vagisil in there too, in case you pulled your uterus”''@@ he continues, happy to utilize the ammunition you just afforded him. Thankfully, the bell rings just in time to get you out of there. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“DISMISSED!”''@@ he orders, signifying that he is the one who releases you, not the bell. Either way, you’re glad to be done with this class for the day. <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <</if>>\ <<set $str = $str + 5>>\ <<print "Strength +5">> <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<print "Dominance +5">> [[Next|Week 2 Monday : After School]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/storageroom.jpg" width="709" height="417"></center> The coach is sitting at his desk like a pile of rocks, thoughtfully perched over a clipboard, and seeming completely indifferent to your arrival. His explosive temper has you walking on eggshells, careful not to arouse his ire. Without making a peep, you tiptoe towards the desk, preparing to ease yourself down onto one of the chairs. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Don’t sit!”''@@ he blurts out, just as your butt is hovering over the seat, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“You won’t be here that long”''@@. You straighten up, somewhat troubled by his words, but moreso his tone of voice. There’s a kind of cold professionalism to his demeanor now, a side of the coach you’ve never seen before. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Take this…”''@@ he instructs, dropping an envelope on the desk in front of you, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“And go straight down to the end of the hall, last door on the right”''@@. You notice that he hasn’t made eye contact with you at all, and now he just ignores you completely, considering the matter closed. Absently picking up the envelope, you stay frozen on the spot, staring at the coach with an odd sense of longing. You almost wish he was yelling at you, or trying to motivate you somehow, at least that would bear some kind of familiar rapport. He doesn’t even care anymore, considering you a waste of his time… a lost cause. This notion is cemented when he finally looks into your eyes with an unmistakable air or contempt. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“GET OUT!”''@@ he snaps, pointing a stony digit at the door behind you, unwilling to consider any argument or appeal you might offer. The visceral rejection you feel is enough to spin you around, and spur you out of the room without a backward glance. Staring at your feet, you slowly march down the empty hallway, feeling like a pariah. Exuberant student voices creep through the cracks of every door you pass, further emphasizing the fact that you’re unwelcome here. Approaching the correct room, you squint slightly, unaware of what lies beyond the numbered, but otherwise unmarked door. With due apprehension, you gently rap on the door three times. After a brief silence, you hear a shuffle, and the door flies open. <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/angela1.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ Standing before you is a tall, statuesque, mountain of a woman. Her bulging arms are stacked with vascular muscle tissue, immediately identifying her as a powerful authority figure. In contrast, her large breasts dramatically stretch the fabric of her white tank top, with a pair of rock-hard nipples poking through. Because of her height, your eyeline is immediately locked to her ample bosom. Quickly realizing your social faux pas, you respectfully look up at her face. </body> Wordlessly, she stares down at you, her eyes bulging wider and wider, as her patience wears thinner by the second. It suddenly occurs to you, that you have no idea why you’re here, so there’s no explanation to offer. Without warning, she snatches the envelope from your hand, which you actually forgot about because of her distracting presence. Effortlessly tearing it open, she retrieves a single sheet of paper, with about a paragraph of text on it. While you can’t get a look at it yourself, her eyes rapidly travel across the words before coming to an angry halt. Simultaneously, her eyes rise from the page, while she crumples the note in one strong hand. The expression on her face bears a stark resemblance to the coach’s, just before he kicked you out of class. Slowly, she raises one arm, causing her bicep to suddenly contract, growing and swelling before your very eyes. Extending a finger, she points to a desk that looks eerily similar to the coach’s, @@color:purple;''“Sit down!”''@@. There’s no pretense of suggestion in her tone, this is a direct order. She angles her body away from the doorway, but being so broad, it’s still very difficult to pass through the threshold. Eager to cooperate, your only concern is accidentally making physical contact with her in the process. Twisting sideways, you elect to turn your back to her, and squeeze through the doorway. The vulnerable position sends a chill up your spine, hoping she doesn’t decide to seize you in this opportune moment. When your butt brushes up against her tree trunk of a thigh, you gasp, and quickly scamper inside. [[Next|Week 2 Wednesday : Coach Sub 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/storageroom.jpg" width="709" height="417"></center> The interior of the room looks exactly like the coach’s room… except for being about a quarter of the size. <center><big>''//BOOM!//''</big></center> You nearly leap into the air in fright, whipping around with a cry more befitting a mouse than a man, ''“EEP!”''. It turns out, she just casually slammed the door shut, perhaps misunderstanding her owns strength - or perhaps not. With no further instruction required, you meekly find your seat, politely placing your hands flat in your lap. Although you can restrain yourself from ogling her private parts, you just can’t keep your eyes off her incredible physique. Striding effortlessly to the desk, her staggering bulk is beyond remarkable, to the point that she could give an anatomy lesson without a diagram. Every muscle in her body is taut and well defined, all working together in perfect synchronicity, making her look like a tank with the grace of a panther. Coming down hard on the chair opposite you, she props her elbows up on the desk, flashing you an intense glare. Even now, you’re completely unaware of why you’re here, which is evident by your slack-jawed expression. @@color:purple;''“Well, well, well…”''@@ she begins, @@color:purple;''“…another one”''@@. Her statement does little to elucidate the situation, but luckily, she seems to read your mind (or your face), @@color:purple;''“Do you know why you’re here?”''@@. ''“No?”'' you venture, sincerely baffled by all of this, hoping that she will explain it, because the suspense is driving you crazy. Her brows suddenly furrow, and she menacingly tilts her head to one side. @@color:purple;''“No, WHAT?”''@@ she demands. Immediately catching on, you mew out a submissive reply, ''“No, ma’am”''. @@color:purple;''“MAAA’AAAM??!!”''@@ she roars, jerking up stiffly and slapping a heavy hand down on the desk. The loud, splintering sound makes you reel back in your seat. Raising her hand back up, she holds a shiny metal whistle attached to a long cord, @@color:purple;''“I’M THE COACH!!”''@@. Her relentless air of intimidation has your brain frazzled, and you’re still not exactly sure what she’s saying. @@color:purple;''“And you call me MA’AM, because I’m a WOMAN??”''@@ she fumes, ignited by your thoughtless, offensive remark. Boiling over with anxiety, you desperately try to explain yourself, but only manage to sputter incoherently. Standing to her feet, she plants both hands flat against the desk, looming above you like a vicious predator. @@color:purple;''“It makes me SICK!”''@@ she sneers, the venom nearly dripping from her lips. @@color:purple;''“No matter how WEAK!-”''@@, she spits each word out like a dart, designed to cause you injury, @@color:purple;''“-PUNY! - and PATHETIC! You chauvinistic little SHITS are… You still have the GALL to disresPECT ME??!!”''@@. Finding your voice again, a thin, reedy defense is all you can muster, ''“No, coach! I’m- …I’m sorry”''. Narrowing her eyes, the fire inside of her seems to wane, and even the veins popping out of her neck begin to relax. @@color:purple;''“You’ve been transferred to the //co-ed// gym class…”''@@ she explains, miming air quotes, which makes you realize just how huge her shoulders are. You obediently remain quiet, even though she appears to be fishing for a reaction out of you. @@color:purple;''“There - IS NO - co-ed gym class!”''@@ she clarifies, making you feel like an idiot for not figuring it out. @@color:purple;''“Every time one of you little NANCYBOYS starts dreaming about AAAAALL the little peepees in the boy’s showers, that old milksop of a coach dumps you off onto ME!”''@@ she complains. Her voice begins to shake with a growing rage, @@color:purple;''“But who gets all the funding? THE BOYS CLASS!”''@@. By this point, you’re begining to understand her grievance, and how you fit into it. Pressing on, she rants wildly, directing all of her fury onto you, @@color:purple;''“I have to look after my GIRLS! I don’t have the TIME! the FUNDING! or the STOMACH to babysit you little DEVIANT REJECTS!”''@@. The morose look on your face betrays just how guilty and chastised you feel under her barrage. Completely discounting your feelings, she condescendingly spells it out, so that even and idiot like you can understand, @@color:purple;''“I’M - NOT - YOUR - MA’AMY!”''@@. Dropping your head forward, your downcast eyes begin to well up with tears. The constant sense of rejection has pushed you to full on despondence. Everyone is against you, assailing you from all sides, determined to make you suffer in one way or another. The tears that run down your cheeks feel cold, almost disconnected entirely from your tumultuous emotions. Zoning out into the wood grain of the table, you attempt to consider your place in the world… Who you are… Where you belong… @@color:purple;''“UGGHHH”''@@ the coach suddenly groans, @@color:purple;''“Here come the waterworks…”''@@. When you remain unresponsive, the coach sighs heavily, @@color:purple;''“FINE! Come back tomorrow and I’ll find… SOMETHING for you to do…”''@@. A hitch in her voice snaps you out of your trance, and you look up, noticing a slight hint of empathy in her expression. Tilting her head forward, she speaks more softly this time, @@color:purple;''“Okay?”''@@. Sniffing, you manage to collect yourself enough to give her an answer, ''“Ok… coach…”''. She purses her lips in a way that you might mistake for a smile, possibly the only kind of smile she is capable of. @@color:purple;''“Ok…”''@@ she echoes, pausing for a moment before falling back into her regular persona, @@color:purple;''“Now get out of here, I’ve got work to do”''@@. Without another word, you stand from the table and head for the exit. While the little ego boost you got still felt like a consolation prize, it’s enough to keep your thoughts relatively positive, and get you through the rest of the day. [[Next|Week 2 Monday : After School]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/storageroom.jpg" width="709" height="417"></center> @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Come!”''@@ his voice carries and projects, even through the solid door. With full confidence, you stride through the door, feeling self-assured, ''“Hey Coach!”''. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Hey yourself!”''@@ he immediately snaps back, looking up from his clipboard, like a stone golem coming to life before your very eyes. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“And since you’re in such a good mood, Smiley”''@@, quickly realizing the coach hates joy, your smile disappears, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Then why don’t you drop and give me twenty!”''@@. Without another word, he’s back to closely inspecting his clipboard, expecting you to comply without question. Shrugging your shoulders, you drop down and start banging out push-ups with perfect form. By the time you reach ten, the coach chimes in, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Count out loud!”''@@. Pausing at the top of your motion, you sigh, but refuse to let the coach get to you. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/pushups.gif" width="500" height="281"></center> ''“One!”'' you announce, starting your set over, with just as much confidence and determination. Pumping out push ups like it’s nothing, you’re soon finished, popping back up to your feet without even breaking a sweat, ''“Twenty!”''. While you look on expectantly, the coach seems to ignore you for the moment, as if you don’t even exist. Bouncing gently from foot to foot, you shake out your arms and prepare yourself for whatever the coach throws at you next. When he finally does regard you again, he seems irritated, perhaps even a little angry, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Are you deaf!? I said give me twenty, maggot!”''@@. Confused, you tilt your head to the side, and can’t help but question the man, ''“What do you mean, coach? I did twenty push ups, just like you asked… Thirty, actually…”''. This time, the coach is the one who tilts his head, and he plants his heavy hands flat on the table as well, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I didn’t TELL you to do push ups… now DID I?”''@@. Technically he didn’t mention push ups, but everyone knows that’s what 'give me twenty' means. In the time it takes to consider the matter, you stare at him dumbfounded, and he’s quick to set you straight, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Are you calling me a LIAR???”''@@. ''“Nah, Coach!”'' you immediately respond, hoping to avoid pissing him off and making things harder on yourself. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Then get down there and GIIIVE - MEEE - TWEEEN - TYYYYY”''@@ he orders, with that distinct military drill instructor cadence. You still don’t know what kind of exercise he’s demanding, but suffice it to say, you’ll be working this whole period, so you might as well get to it. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/situps.gif" width="504" height="266"></center> There’s only so many calisthenics you can think of that would be possible under these conditions, so you move on to the next obvious choice. Laying flat on your back, you proceed to execute sit ups with the best form you can manage. Your abdominals crunch together tightly with every repetition of the controlled motion. Focusing on your breath, you manage to limit the lactic acid produced in your muscles. Feeling invigorated, you nearly blast through the entire set, until the coach’s gruff voice rumbles once more, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Sound off! GOD DAMN IT!!!”''@@. Gasping for air, you neglected to count out your repetitions like the coach obviously expected. It’s frustrating, but there’s nobody to blame but yourself, so you prepare to start all over. ''“ONE!”'' you declare, a bit louder than you planned, but luckily the coach isn’t perturbed by the volume. With your midsection already burning, it’s a lot more difficult to get through the set. ''“Twenty!”'' you finally announce, trying to keep your tone free of all emotion, or fatigue. Once again, the coach is disinterested, so you focus on relaxing your breath in an effort to reduce your heart rate. [[NEXT|Week 2 Thursday : Coach Dom 2]]

Incomplete Thursday Female Coach [[Next|Week 2 Monday : After School]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/storageroom.jpg" width="709" height="417"></center> @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Come!”''@@ his familiar voice carries and projects, even through the solid door. With full confidence, you stride through the door, feeling self-assured. Your past sense of trepidation around the coach is gone, and you’re excited to see what comes next, ''“Yo, Coach! How’s it going?”''. Standing to meet you, he seems to be in a bad mood - as usual, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“It would be going a LOT better if you stop wagging your JAW, and start SWEATING!”''@@. Placing his feet together, the coach takes an authoritative stance, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Now gimme twenty, MAGGOT!”''@@. Remembering your lessons, it’s easy to speak up in his presence, ''“Twenty what, Coach?”''. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Are you dense? Twenty BURPEES! …NOW!”''@@ his words are accompanied by a harsh blast from his trusty whistle, that goes off like a starter pistol. <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/burpees.gif" width="282" height="313" style="float:left;"/>\ Taking position, you ensure to count out the repetitions, just as the coach expects. ''“That’s ONE, COACH!”'' you indicate, ''“TWO, COACH!”''. Completing the third rep, you skip the count, ''“LET’S GO, COACH!”'', until the fourth rep, ''“THREE, COACH!”''. Almost effortlessly, you complete the entire set, indulging yourself a little bit, ''“NINETEEN, COACH! NINETEEN, COACH! NINETEEN, COACH! TWENTY!”''. Popping back to your feet, you can hardly stand still, rushing with blood, eager to redirect some more nervous energy. </body> Without offering any approval, or disapproval, the coach produces a strange looking object from behind his desk. It’s essentially a metal ball with a handle attached; a relic from the days of fitness passed, better suited to a mustachioed strongman than someone like yourself. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Now give me twenty more burpees, carrying this,”''@@ he indicates by easily hefting the strange weight, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Switch arms between reps, raising it up over your head”''@@. A brief demonstration follows his words, until he drops the fitness implement heavily at your feet. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/kettlebells.gif" width="500" height="281"></center> Taking a breath, you brace yourself for the workout, dropping down to mimic the coach’s action. It’s a bit unwieldy, but the ball can’t weigh more than thirty pounds, or so. With little difficulty, you execute the motion exactly as instructed, ensuring to count out loud, ''“ONE! TWO!”''. This exercise is substantially more difficult and demanding of your body and energy reserves. The sweat quickly begins to pour off your body from this combination of aerobic and anaerobic work. Near the end of the set, you visibly slow down, trying to push through the last few reps under the coach’s watchful gaze. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Getting tired yet?”''@@ he asks, clearly trying to goad you in some way. Concealing your fatigue, you answer as plainly as you can, ''“No sweat, Coach!”''. Powering through the final rep, you bounce back to your feet and drop the weight to the ground. ''“I’m just getting warmed up!”'' you remark, suppressing the slight dizziness that you’re now experiencing. For moment, he almost smiles, making you wonder what’s rattling around in that boulder of a head. Reaching back behind his desk, he produces a set of objects that raise your hackles. [[Next|Week 2 Friday : Coach Dom 2]]

Incomplete Friday Female Coach [[Next|Week 2 Monday : After School]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/storageroom.jpg" width="709" height="417"></center> Checking off a box on his clipboard, the coach finally stands up to give you his full attention, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Are you stupid or something?”''@@. ''“Coach??”'' you ask, still perplexed. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Aaaaare - youuuuuuuu - stuUUUuu - piiIIIIid?”''@@ he condescends in a way that boils your blood, and the stench of his breath only serves to make it worse. A scowl twists your face, no matter how much you try to hide it, ''“No, Coach… I’m not”''. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Then why are you doing PUSH UPS??”''@@ he asks, taking a step towards you. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Why are you doing SIT UPS?”''@@ he continues, narrowing his eyes to glare at you like some kind of ill-tempered gargoyle. ''“I dunno, Coach…”'' you shrug, ''“What am I supposed to do??”''. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I want you to give me twenty BURPEES”''@@ he states, very matter of factly. Your eyes fly open in surprise, ''“Well why didn’t you TELL me that??”''. The tone of your voice has gone to all out exasperation now, wondering how the coach expected you to read his mind. Widening his eyes for a moment, it seems like the coach is considering whether to excuse your impudence, or not. It looks like you’re off the hook this time, but his next words come out very calm and concise, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Why didn’t you ask?”''@@. Immediately opening your mouth to answer, it’s left hanging agape when you can’t think of a reasonable response. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Were you SCARED?”''@@ he suddenly offers. ''“No”'' you instantly reply, breaking eye contact for a moment. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Because if you’re SCARED, you can take your CHICKEN-SHIT ass right out of here, and stop WASTING MY TIME!”''@@ he growls, the tone of his voice dripping with vitriol. Sighing, you implore the man, ''“I’m not, Coach!”''. Slowly shaking his head from side to side, the coach looks absolutely disgusted with you, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Have some respect for yourself….”''@@. ''“I’m NOT scared, Coach!!”'' you insist, heating up at his cutting remarks. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“You’re gonna be a skinny, little wimp for the rest of your life!”''@@ he predicts, poking his finger right into the middle of your chest. With gritted teeth and clenched fists, your body trembles with rage. Before thinking it through, you smack his hand off your chest and scream in his face, ''“I’M NOT SCAAAAAARED!!!”''. Unflinching, he stands still as a statue, perhaps reconsidering his appraisal of you. If he wasn’t convinced before, the murderous look in your eyes must have tipped the scales. Spinning away, the coach takes a few deliberate steps, as if he’s measuring the distance with his feet. When he turns back around, he regards you with a stoic expression. Speaking no words, the coach simply reaches for the whistle hanging from his neck and gives it a quick, curt burst. Still overflowing with adrenaline, you pant in and out, trying to decipher what the whistle means. In this state, it actually takes you a moment to recall his unorthodox lesson plan, but in the end, you resolve that it’s time to execute twenty burpees. <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/burpees.gif" width="282" height="313" style="float:left;"/>\ Directing your new found energy to the task at hand, you begin performing the exercises with a passion. ''“ONE!”'' you make sure to count this time, and at a respectable volume as well, ''“TWO!”''. Any emotional feud with the coach fades into the background, as all of your concentration is directed inward. Focusing completely on the efficiency of your movements and the management of your breath. All of the surplus energy generated by your rage is being diverted, kinetically redirected into the completion of a useful task. ''“TWENTY!”'' you proudly announce. Although dripping with sweat, and physically drained, you feel a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. </body> The coach has an odd expression on his face, although that’s probably better than his previous indifference. You watch him intently, curious as to whether he’s content with you performance today. A frown slowly spreads over his lips, and he shakes his head, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Pathetic… You cry like an old woman…”''@@. Nearly completely drained, you scarcely offer up any response, simply staring at him blankly, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I’ll see you again tomorrow… and if you want to rejoin my class, you better sack-up! This is your last chance…”''@@. Narrowing your eyes, all of the wisdom he imparted begins to roll around in your mind. The potential power that rage affords you, as well as the ability to channel that energy. As marshal of your emotions, you’ve learned to harness this ability and redirect it into utilitarian service. Most of all, to retain your rational faculties, and not fall into a blind rage - to think under pressure. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Well don’t stare TOO HARD sweetheart, you might fall in LOVE with me!”''@@ the coach suddenly bursts out. Blinking, you come to life, standing a little straighter, a little taller, seeing the coach in a new light - and through new eyes. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Go on, take a hike, WIMP! You’re DISMISSED!”''@@ he spits, before refocusing his attention on that infernal clipboard of his. You turn to mechanically walk out of the room with conflicting thoughts and emotions about what the coach has to offer. He isn’t trying to inspire blind obedience into you, but rather a kind of traditional, male empowerment. While the benefits are undeniable, you wonder what the potential drawbacks of this training could be. In a way, he reminds you of the Emperor in Star Wars, and whether you decide to follow his example or not, you will never underestimate the power of the dark side. [[Next|Week 2 Monday : After School]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/boxinggloves.png" width="400" height="400"></center> //''Oh shit''// you think, both nervous and excited by the sight of these old, ratty boxing gloves. Your apprehension rises when the coach produces his own pair of gloves, rather than a set of training pads. Maybe it was a bad idea to showboat, considering the Coach had some high-impact training in mind. Without another word, he begins to lace up his gloves. Although you don’t know much about boxing, you’re pretty sure that hand wraps come first, worn under the gloves. Without the wraps to stabilize your wrist, it’s a lot easier to sustain injuries, even when you’re the one attacking. There’s no sense in objecting now though, it’s much too late for that. Committing yourself to the training, you pull on the gloves, quickly noticing how loosely they fit over your hands. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/coachbox.jpg" width="507" height="322"></center> @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Put em up!”''@@ he orders, shedding his shirt, and taking an expert looking fighting stance. Although he isn’t very well defined, the coach carries an immense amount of bulk. The coarse fur covering his body completes the ensemble, making him look like a stack of bowling balls under a bearskin rug. Mirroring the coach, you slip out of your shirt and try to match your stance to something resembling his. Having been in a few scuffles yourself over the years, it feels pretty natural. Loosening up, you begin to bounce from foot-to-foot, experiencing a growing sense of warmth in your chest. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Hoooo-leeeee-Jeezus…”''@@ the coach gapes in astonishment, placing his hands on his hips, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“What have we got here? A sweet, little sugarfoot!”''@@. Shaking his head in disapproval, he shoves you laterally, immediately compromising your balance, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“You’re no Willie Pep, kid!”''@@. Before you can fully regain your footing, he prods you in the opposite direction, nearly pushing you to the ground, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“You’re a pigeon-chested, little WIMP! Now stand STRONG! Like a MAN!”''@@. Even though you’re hip to his psychology, it still drills into you, resulting in a growing sense of irritation. Without instruction, you widen and stabilize your stance; lowering your hips, and by extension, your center of gravity. This time, when the coach tries to push you, it will be much easier to resist him. Instead, he comes forward, hands at the ready. Sticking out a tree trunk of a jab, his left glove nearly collides with your face, but you pull back just in time. Unfortunately, it also completely blocks your view, obscuring his other arm, that hooks around your guard and catches the side of your jaw. Staggering backward, you try to get a sense of the distance, to keep yourself safe. Wiggling your jaw around, you realize that your mouth was partially open, which made the blow that much worse. For a moment, you recall that a mouthpiece would come in handy at a time like this, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Shoulders HIGH! Tuck in that CHIN!”''@@. Taking his advice, you do find that raising your shoulders helps to partially cover the side of your jaw. Although, you don’t have long to consider this before the coach is attacking again. He predictably jabs, but this time you’re ready for it, redirecting his blow. The coach is deceptively fast for someone his size, and the second jab coming right behind it nearly catches you. In that split second, his other glove finds a hole right between your arms, up and under your chin. The sneaky uppercut painfully snaps your head back, briefly dazing you, and ringing your ears. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I said, TUCK IN THAT CHIN!”''@@ he roars, regarding your mistake as some kind of direct insubordination. The more he chides you, the more you resent him, but his reprimand allows a few seconds for you to recover. There’s a palpable nervous energy flowing through your body, everything tingles, and your face is red as a beet. Still, you make the necessary adjustments to fill the gaps in your defense; keeping your hands a little tighter to your chin, and slightly twisting your body sideways in your stance. As soon as you’re in position, the coach charges. A ruthless combination of punches comes at you, but your guard stays true. Although blocked or deflected, his blows still pack quite an impact, and within a few seconds, your arms and shoulders are aching. Taking no notice, the coach continues to leather you, connecting with the side of your head, and your exposed ribcage. Your skin immediately raises up in welts and bruises under the relentless barrage. Thankfully, he finally relents, stepping backward, and out of striking range, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“GOOD!”''@@. The remark catches you off guard, did the coach just praise you? There’s something about encouragement coming from the coach that lifts your spirits, and even the pain you feel seems to deaden slightly. A swell of pride rises in your chest, just before the coach finishes his sentence. [[Next|Week 2 Friday : Coach Dom 3]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/storageroom.jpg" width="709" height="417"></center> @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Keep on working like that… and someday, you’ll make a great punching bag for your butch, queer boyfriend”''@@. His scathing words cut deeply into you, worsened ten fold by his previously feigned praise. The blood drains from your face, and your jaw tightens in rage; which only makes the coach flash you a sadistic smirk, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Right before he bends you over, and punches you up the butt too!”''@@. The words scarcely have a chance to leave his lips before your upon him. Flying into a blind rage, you lash out at the older man with a flurry of hooks. Each one of your blows lands on his gloves and arms, digging into his flesh with a grotesque slapping sound. Reaching back to load up on a powerful haymaker, you dive right into a stiff counter jab that crashes right into your nose. ''“FUUUUUUCK!”'' you cry out, turning away from the man and clutching at your face. A stream of blood immediately begin to flow from your nostrils, and your eyes well up with tears. The pain is bearable, and it’s clear that your nose isn’t broken, which is more than you can say for your self-esteem. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“BOO-HOO-HOO!”''@@ his gruff voice mocks you, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“That’s it… Have a little cry, that will solve all your problems…”''@@. Seething with rage, you blink hard, determined to clear the tears from your eyes and regain your visibility. Safe for the moment, you brain finally begins to crank again, recalling your lessons. Harnessing your anger, you begin to deconstruct the situation in your head. Instructive or not, this man is clearly deriving pleasure from torturing you. This whole match was set up for you to fail, just so he could watch you squirm. Boxing matches have weight classes for a reason, and this is no boxing ring either. Everything he taught you today was useful, but inapplicable to the contest at hand; forcing you to go toe-to-toe in a space not much larger than a phone booth. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“HEY!”''@@ he suddenly barks, followed by a smack to the top of your head, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“We’re not done here!”''@@. The blow nearly spurs you into another berserk outburst, but you just barely keep your wits about you. With a predatory glare, you see this man as not just an opponent, but as your enemy. Even if you can’t beat him, you don’t really care anymore, you just want to HURT him… like he hurt you… Your entire body begins to contract, twisting and tightening like a coil of steel, the tips of your toes grinding into the floor beneath you. Oddly, a song begin to play over the school PA system, [["Warface" by Killarmy|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6mlbsWmCRs]] @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I saaaaaaid…”''@@ he begins, lifting his arm to cuff you a second time, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Put your FUCKING hands-”''@@. You explode! Every muscle in your body contributes to a massive transfer of kinetic energy, directing all of your rage into one, straight line. Becoming a spear of bone, flesh and murderous intent, your lightning-quick fist smashes against the tip of his nose. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/coachbox2.jpg" width="310" height="310"></center> A look of shock comes across his face, almost as fast as the splatter of his own blood. Recovering quickly, he scowls, falling into a fighting stance - though you notice, he isn’t talking shit now. Instead, he’s recklessly moving forward, unleashing strikes that make you realize he wasn’t going full force before now. A pang of fear strikes you, mixing with your anger into the perfect chemical cocktail for fast-twitch muscle responses. Falling back to your narrower, mobile stance, you manage to duck and dodge the hellish barrage. If not for your incredible speed advantage over the older man, you would be completely overwhelmed, but you can’t win on defense alone. Every time you plan an attack, he’s already throwing, trying to force an exchange that you can’t afford to risk. Now that you have his timing down, the coach seems a lot slower than before, or maybe he’s fatiguing somewhat. Slipping his jab, a long, straight right hand forces you to dart backward, jamming the heel of your rear leg against the wall behind you. With nowhere left to run, you notice the coach’s left shoulder drop, giving away his next move. There’s no choice now, this is your only opportunity, so you take it. Beating him to the punch, you counter with a powerful hook to the temple, which just barely misses, glancing off the crown of his marble skull. Nearly simultaneously, he digs a left hook to your body, landing one of his lunchbox sized fists square on your liver. ''“UUUGHHHH”'' you grunt. An excruciating pain travels through your body like an electric shock, seizing up all of your muscles. Your legs go stiff, depositing you flat on your ass, completely incapacitated. Vaguely aware of the coach looming above you, like a warrior standing over a vanquished opponent, you’re too busy contending with the worst pain you’ve ever felt in your life. Shutting your eyes, you struggle to breathe, attempting to manage a degree of pain that’s clearly unmanageable. You want to moan and wail in agony, but you choke back your cries, refusing to give him the satisfaction. As he slowly walks away, the coach likely decided that you never quit… but it’s over, and mentality can only take you so far physically. By the time you recover enough for the capacity of rational thought, several minutes have passed, and the bell is ringing to signify the end of school for the day. With a mild wince, you slowly climb back to your feet and limp over to the desk, still in a great deal of pain. The coach completely ignores you, staring thoughtfully into his clipboard. In between bouts of shooting pain through your internal organs, you query, ''“Hey, Coach??”''. He suddenly looks up at you with stern, widening eyes, ''“……thanks”''. For an instant, you think his eyes soften, but they revert back so quickly that you might have just imagined it. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“DISMISSED!”''@@ he orders, as firmly and resolutely as ever. Turning to walk out, you try to hide your limp from the coach. If nothing else, today you learned that the coach hits FUCKING hard, and you’re unlikely to encounter anyone that strong on the street. In fact, it would take quite a lot to hurt you now, as everything else pales in comparison to the coach’s raw power. Just as the door is closing behind you, he sniffs loudly. It occurs to you that he’s probably sniffing his own blood back up his nostril. A smile begins to spread over your face, and you chuckle to yourself. Laughing right now is a mistake, punctuated by a debilitating pain that promises to have you pissing blood tonight. Still though, you can’t help but think, //''I cold-cocked that motherfucker''//, reveling in your small victory. [[Next|Week 2 Monday : After School]]

Incomplete [[Go to sleep|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/car.jpg" width="480" height="240"></center> Hefting your one ounce bag of cocaine, it quickly occurs to you that this simple plastic bag could put you in jail for a very long time. There’s a reason these guys don’t want to push this junk themselves, and why it stands to net you some much profit as well. This isn’t a bag of weed you can just stash under your balls and hope for the best - this is serious shit. Flipping it over in your hands, you begin to plan the best course of action, while minimizing your risk. Walking out to your car, a number of obvious hiding places spring to mind. There’s no way you’re just popping it in the glove box, that’s just asking to get caught. Under the seat is probably the second place the cops would search, so you consider the car’s fuse box compartment. Shaking your head, you decide against that as well, it’s just too obvious of a container for the police to search. Under the circumstances, you’re starting to rethink this whole thing, wondering if you could just return the dope to Mickey and avoid potentially spending your formative years behind bars. As if to confirm it for yourself, you lift the middle armrest to reveal a small receptacle for your change - currently containing nothing but a smattering of copper coins. Although, you do notice a fine line surrounding the enclosure that you previously weren’t aware of. Experimentally pulling on the coin receptacle, it pops free, revealing a fairly large hollow of negative space hidden in the armrest. All at once, your thoughts begin to shift, realizing that you might be able to get away with this scheme after all - and rake in a fuck ton of cash in the process. Playing it smart, you take a quarter ounce (seven gram-sized baggies) and stuff them into one of your pockets before hiding the rest of the dope in your car. Saddling up into the driver’s seat, you head for the pool hall Mickey suggested, while obeying the rules of the road as if you were taking a driving test. The last thing you need is to be pulled over for some minor moving violation, and ending up in a cage… like some kind of animal. In the last few minutes of the dying light of day, you manage to find the place, pulling your car around the back to find a discreet parking spot. There’s a dumpster in the vicinity, but it’s otherwise deserted, making it the perfect place to covertly enter and exit your vehicle. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/poolhallexterior.jpg" width="400" height="300"></center> Circling around to the front of the building, the large, overhead sign comes into view. //''Hard Luck, huh?''// you think, hoping those are not prophetic words. Patting your hand over a pocket, you make sure that your product is safely secured before pushing open the doors. [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Sell Coke 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/poolhallinterior.jpg" width="500" height="375"></center> Unsure of what to expect, you’re pleased to see that a fairly young crowd is populating the building. Most of the occupants are about your age, and similarly dressed in casual street clothes. A light fog of tobacco smoke lingers in the room, slowly being recycled by the elaborate ventilation system above. Falling into a comfortable stride, you’re immediately crossing row after row of illuminated pool tables, blending in nicely with the locals. Saddling up to the adjacent bar, you take a moment to examine the tacky neon lights before getting the attention of the bartender, ''“Yo… Sal around?”''. The man has a supreme calmness about him, methodically wiping down a shot glass, having mastered the art of working without working. The name you mentioned does seem to alarm him slightly, and he turns to appraise you suspiciously before responding, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“… Who’s asking?”''@@. Catching on, you try to be much more discreet, leaning in and lowering your voice this time, ''“K”''. Furrowing his brow, he studies you furiously for a moment, obviously confused by your answer. Placing down the glass, he leans forward with one elbow against the bar, while his other hand drops down below your line of sight, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“What’s the password?”''@@. Shaking your head, you dismissively upturn a palm, annoyed by how cryptic this is becoming, ''“Yo, man… Mickey told me to ask for Sal, and he didn’t say anything about a password”''. Widening his eyes in recognition, you can see him visibly relax at your statement, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Ohhh, ok, ok… I thought you were someone else…”''@@. Before you have a chance to inquire any further, he continues @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Boss is in the office, out back”''@@. With that, he turns away, resuming his important duties - attempting to clean a shot glass, one molecule at a time. ''“Cool”'' you reply, turning away from the bar. Something about this situation is very fishy, and there’s more than just coke and pool flying around this place. This stinks of organized crime, though it’s surprising you’re able to step through the door, drop a name, a walk right in on the ‘boss’. Just before you reach the inner hallway, you swivel your head back to catch a last glimpse of the bartender from the side of your eye. He’s down at the far end of the bar, bent over and speaking directly to the floor below him. It must be some kind of intercom system, and when you turn into the hall, the camera trained on your face confirms your suspicions about the security. Taking a breath, you push your way through the set of double doors leading into the office. [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Sell Coke 3]]

The office decor is hideous, perfectly matching the gaudy presentation of the pool hall. Neon lights circle the baseboards of the room, looping around an electronic display on the back wall, and creeping into the massive wooden desk like the ethereal fingers of a phantasm. Stopped in your tracks, you regard the suited figure sitting at the desk, flanked by a very large, intimidating man to his right. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/sal1.jpg" width="480" height="360"></center> The boss is a tiny man; short, bald, and fairly unassuming considering his overall stature. It’s only after you look into his eyes that an unsettling feeling begins to form in the pit of your stomach. You figure, there are only three paths to financial success: To have it all handed to you, to work hard for it, or, to color outside of the lines. Just by the sight of him, you can tell this man falls into the latter category. A rabid weasel, biting and clawing his way into this position by any means necessary. @@color:gold;''“Come on in, kid”''@@ he invites, motioning to the chair in front of his desk, @@color:gold;''“Pull up a seat”''@@. Stepping forward to comply, your path is immediately blocked by his bodyguard. Truly a mountain of a man, stacked with a measure of fat and muscle comparable to a grizzly bear. Standing nearly twice your height, at this proximity, his facial features make you think he legitimately has a glandular problem. The booming sound of his voice could just as easily be coming from an old, haunted oak tree, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Try anything, I break your neck”''@@. The comment freezes you in place, knowing that it wasn’t really a threat, but a statement of fact. @@color:gold;''“hehehehehe”''@@ Sal breaks into a fit of giggles, @@color:gold;''“Lenny, Leeeeenny… is that any way to welcome our guest?”''@@. Lenny intensifies his glare, as if to punctuate his point (and it works), before stepping aside to rejoin his employer. @@color:gold;''“So….”''@@ he begins, placing his hands flat down on the desk and leaning backward slightly, @@color:gold;''“You’re Special?”''@@. Squinting in confusion, you suddenly recall that Mickey is an idiot, and he calls you ‘Special K’. Unfortunately, Sal notices this little stutter, tilting his head slightly. ''“Ahhh… Yeah,”'' you quickly reply, giving your head a quick shake, ''“…Mickey….”''. Thankfully, your answer seems to put him at ease, perhaps because he knows Mickey can be a little flaky at times. @@color:gold;''“How do you get a name like Special anyways? By riding the short bus to school? HAHAHAHA!”''@@ he nudges Lenny with his elbow, @@color:gold;''“Eh, Lenny? HAHAHA!”''@@. Lenny begins to boom with laughter as well, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Hohohohoho”''@@. Realizing this is not the time or place to flex your ego, you offer a tight smile in response. All the while, contemplating why these bodyguard thugs always have to be so big and dumb. Wouldn’t you want the person charged with the defense of your life to have some modicum of intelligence? Then again, it seems like obedience is the primary requisite attribute for such a role. Nothing breeds loyalty and obedience like naked ignorance and stupidity. The grin on Sal’s face begins to fade, as his chuckling trails off into thoughtful silence. His constant gaze is unnerving, and even if he can’t read your mind, he seems to think he can. @@color:gold;''“Do you know why you’re here?”''@@ he suddenly blurts out, expecting a prompt reply. You simply nod in response, figuring that the less you speak, the less chance you have of saying something wrong. The boss really appreciates your behaviour, @@color:gold;''“Good… Now there are a few rules to follow…”''@@. Holding up one thumb, he speaks very slowly and sternly, @@color:gold;''“You don’t bring any heat down on the place…”''@@. The words hang in the air for a moment, much like his gnarled, bony thumb. @@color:gold;''“Rule number two - you don’t bring heat down on the place…”''@@ he repeats, raising his index finger as well. If the condescending tone in his voice doesn’t annoy you enough, his thumb and finger form the shape of an ‘L’, a colloquial gesture indicating that you’re a ‘Loser’. @@color:gold;''“Can you guess what rule number three is??”''@@ he asks, leaning forward in his seat, awaiting your reply with a sick kind of curiosity. ''“Yeah, I got it… Boss…”'' you reply, nodding in both affirmation and deference. Although the motions are feigned, the strategy of placating the man is sound. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/sal2.jpg" width="384" height="216"></center> He is very pleased with your response, twisting his face into an impression of a smile. The way the corners of his eyebrows raise, and his lips part, it seems more like a predator bearing its teeth at you. @@color:gold;''“Good! Now get out there… And what are you gonna do??”''@@ he asks again, levying a warning finger at you. It takes less than a second for you to produce the answer he’s looking for, ''“Not bring heat on the place, boss…”''. @@color:gold;''“HAHAHA! I love this kid, Lenny… He’s a natural!”''@@ he laughs, directing his comment at Lenny, but never taking his hawk’s eyes off you. With a fake nod and smile, you turn away, heading for the door. You can feel their eyes burning a hole in your back, but you stay composed, acting as naturally as possible. With the gravity of the situation coming into focus, you consider your current position in all of this. Sal is accustomed to dealing with complete idiots, presumably considering you an idiot as well. Perhaps it’s simply narcissism, thinking he’s the smartest person in the world, but that would be foolish, and he doesn’t strike you as a foolish man. More likely, this organization is larger than it appears at first glance, and the operational ‘rules’ are streamlined to be ‘idiot-proof’. This does strike you as advantageous, but if the boss thinks you’re trying to grow a brain, the consequences could be dire. One thing is for certain, this is not a figure to be trifled with, or underestimated in any way. [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Sell Coke 4]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/poolhallinterior.jpg" width="500" height="375"></center> Stepping out into the hall, you spy the bartender bent over the bar once again, likely receiving orders through his covert intercom system. To anyone else, he would simply be reaching for something under the bar. When he stares directly into your eyes, the expression on his face confirms your suspicions. Without any clear direction, you take a lap around the room to study the patrons. Most of the action is taking place around the pool tables, so you pull up a seat and proceed to monitor the area, taking note of any key players in the vicinity. The level of skill is fairly low overall, until you start to see money hitting the table. Some of the crowd gathers around a pair of determined looked young men squaring off over a pair of hundred dollar bills. The game is frustrating to watch, as they’re both rather drunk, attempting heroic shots just to show off more than anything else. While you’re no expert yourself, you’ve been known to run a table or two in the past. The bartender suddenly appears right beside you with a beer in his hand. Before placing it on the table, he lays down a fluorescent white coaster with the number '50' on it. The coaster slightly glows in the dimly lit room, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“On the house...”''@@ he mutters, before returning to his post behind the bar. In very short order, you see a few heads in the room turn to look in your direction. It’s clear now, this coaster has identified you as a dealer, sponsored by this very establishment, and the locals know the score too. You feel a bit exposed suddenly, having been branded for the whole room to know. Although, considering the backup and protection included into the bargain, this sure beats trying to hustle it alone on the street. Like clockwork, a fresh-faced young man plops himself on the chair beside you, never making eye contact, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Wanna go skiing?”''@@. Though you’ve never heard that saying, and don’t quite understand if the metaphor refers to snow, or lines in the snow, the intent is more than clear. Taking a sip of your beer, you nod in agreement before placing it back down on your assigned coaster. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Cool”''@@ he replies, downing the remainder of his beverage in one shot and standing up from his seat. You’re not sure how exactly this goes down, so you watch him approach the bartender, jiggling his empty glass before placing it down on the bar. Instead of waiting for his refill, he moves toward the hallway heading for the bathroom, but opens the rear door of the building instead. With a backward glance, he motions you over with a tilt of his head before exiting through the door. You realize that transactions are conducted off the premises, making it easier for the ownership to deny any culpability with regard to illegal activities. Giving him an extra ten seconds, you slowly walk towards the bathroom before diverting course to the rear exit. [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Sell Coke 5]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/poolhallalley.jpeg" width="413" height="275"></center> They alley behind the building looks even more ominous in the dark. The overhanging light fixtures are scarcely able to penetrate the shadows, operating more like localized spotlights. There’s a large dumpster hugging one of the walls, and you can just barely make out the shape of your vehicle at the far end of the alley. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Psst”''@@ you customer signals, poking his head out of the shadows beside the dumpster. It’s kind of a disturbing sight, seeing his pale, disembodied face appear for a moment before disappearing back into the darkness. This gives you pause for a moment, peering down the alley to make sure nobody else is around before you join him beside the dumpster. At closer proximity, he comes fully into view, and so does the bill in his outstretched hand, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Just gimme one, dog…”''@@. Reaching into your pocket for a baggie, you pluck the bill from his fingers. You immediately notice that it’s a fifty dollar bill, and freeze on the spot ''“Yo… The price is a hundred, my man”''. Shaking his head slightly, he sighs, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I get it… You’re new here, and don’t know how shit works. Didn’t you notice the coaster? White, with the number fifty on it?”''@@. Your eyes begin to widen, slowly realizing that he’s absolutely right, and the recognition must be evident on your face, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Riiight, now I don’t have time to walk you through this, so just gimme my shit!”''@@. His sudden rudeness is irritating, and you’re tempted to argue with him. Although, you realize that the source of your anger should be directed at the management. The fact that you were put in this position without even knowing these rules - and then you remember the rules you WERE told. //''Don’t bring heat on the place''// you recall, and causing a problem with a client could potentially break that rule. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/cokegram.jpg" width="512" height="342"></center> Begrudgingly, you pull the baggie out of your pocket, but before you can extend your hand forward, he snatches it from your grasp and stomps back toward the entrance. Leaning back against the brick wall, you let some time pass after the customer’s departure, lost in thought. The first thing that comes to mind is the price, and after some quick arithmetic, it turns out you’re making a lot less than you thought. This whole situation is so much different than you’re used to. It’s one thing to bend the law a bit, selling a little weed to your schoolmates. It is quite another to be pushing dope to strangers in a back alley somewhere. Operating in the shadows beside a stinking garbage bin, like some kind of cockroach. This isn’t what you envisioned for yourself, and decide that it’s only temporary. When you return to your post, the night proceeds much the same way. Occasionally, someone will meet you behind the building for a quick exchange, foregoing any kind of interpersonal interaction of any kind - almost as if you’re a vending machine. When all is said and done, you manage to sell seven grams before hopping in your ride and heading home for the night. <<set $money += 350>>\ <<set $coke -= 7>>\ <<set $cokeuse = 0>>\ <<set $poolhall += 1>>\ <<print "Money +350">> <<print "Coke -7">> [[Go to sleep|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/poolhallinterior.jpg" width="500" height="375"></center> Meticulously weighing out seven grams of coke, you fill up seven baggies before heading out to the pool hall. The front sign comes into view, but you circle around the back to find your usual parking spot. Depositing your vehicle in one of the dark corners, you enter the rear of the building with a confident stride. The bartender spots you immediately, offering up a nearly imperceptible nod in greeting. Taking his cue, you settle in to your assigned seat and survey the area. As expected, the barman approaches you with a cold beer in his hands and a very familiar looking coaster. The number ‘50’ is emblazoned on its face, doubling as a veritable drug menu for the patrons. While you’re waiting for customers to solicit your services, the economics of this arrangement play across your mind. Judging by the amount of money changing hands, your cut is incredibly low, especially considering you’re the one taking all the risk. Technically, you’re still making more money than if you were selling weed, but you just feel like you’re being exploited here. Even the ‘free’ beer is domestic garbage, you’re not even worth an import to these people. The entire thought process leaves a bad taste in your mouth, souring your mood. When a customer does approach, you fulfill your duties with cold efficiency. This isn’t rocket science, and you quickly fall into the groove, handling each interaction like a consummate professional. Unfortunately, it seems like a slow night, and you’re only able to move three grams with only an hour left in your shift. All of a sudden, this gig is looking even less profitable than before. In trying to figure out a solution to your deficit, your eyes land square on the pool tables. Just as you’re trying to pick out a weak player, someone lands heavily in the seat beside you. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/shooter1.jpg" width="286" height="230"></center> @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Heya Pal, the name’s Shooter…”''@@ greets the slightly older gentleman, sticking his hand out, expecting you to give it a shake. Looking rather out of place in his suit, you stare at his hand, wondering where he even came from. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Well don’t just leave me hanging here, fella… you’ll hurt my feelings”''@@ he adds, twisting his lips into a wry smile. ''“K-”'' you stutter, stopping yourself short just in time, ''“Special”'' you finally say, taking a firm grip of his hand. With an interested look, he nods his head while shaking your hand up and down vigorously. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“How about this action, huh?”''@@ he motions out to the tables. Raising your eyebrows, you give him a dubious look in response, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Hahaha, yeah, like shooting fish in a barrel…”''@@. You can’t help but notice how charming and charismatic he is, which sets off your spidey senses, making you mistrust the man. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Wanna run a table or two? You break…”''@@ he asks, upturning a palm in offering. ''“Pfffftt… Nah man, fuck that shit….”'' You immediately reply, knowing a hustler when you see one. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/shooter2.gif" width="347" height="266"></center> With an amused smirk, he merely shrugs his shoulders, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Well you can’t blame me for trying, right sport?”''@@. Shrugging right back him, you wonder how he expects to be successful as a hustler with an approach like this. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I gotta go drain the lizard,”''@@ he announces, standing up from his seat, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“See ya around, kid…”''@@. With a final encouraging pat on the shoulder, he heads for the bathrooms. From the corner of your eye, you spot him change direction, veering off to the rear doors. Capturing your attention, you watch him exit the building, but he pauses to give you a backward glance at the last moment. That’s your cue, and after waiting a few minutes, you follow him out. <<set $money += 150>>\ <<set $coke -= 3>>\ <<print "Money +150">> <<print "Coke -3">> [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Coke Day two 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/poolhallalley.jpeg" width="413" height="275"></center> Like clockwork, you client is posted up beside the bin, awaiting service. When you you join him in the shadows, he breaks protocol, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Hell of a night, huh?”''@@. ''“So what you need, man?”'' you ask, completely ignoring his question. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Straight to business… I like that”''@@ he replies, though you feel as if he’s being way too agreeable, telling you what you want to hear. Seeming a little twitchy now, he finally makes a request, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Gimme an eightball, straight up”''@@. Pulling the last four bags from your pocket, you do a quick calculation. If he wants an eighth of an ounce, that works out to three and a half grams, and all your baggies are weighed out to one gram. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/cokebaggies.jpg" width="350" height="229"></center> Noticing your conundrum, he holds out a handful of bills, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Here, kid… lemme show you”''@@. Accepting the cash, you transfer him all four baggies. In one smooth motion he opens one of the bags and dribbles a small amount of coke on the back of his hand. Trapped between the crook of his thumb and index finger, he raises it to his nose with a sharp, sudden inhale. His eyes fall shut, as his mouth falls open, frozen for a full second before he shakes his head with glee, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Wooo! That’s the ticket!”''@@. Loading up another bump, he seals the bag and hands it back to you. Surprisingly, it looks to be split exactly in half, clearly he has some experience with this. By the time the bag is back in your pocket, you notice his hand drawing nearer to your face, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“You’re up, chief!”''@@. Staring down at the small pile of cocaine, your thoughts drift between caution and curiosity. There isn’t much time to think it over though, as the offer is bound to expire any second now. <<set $money += 200>>\ <<set $coke -= 4>>\ <<print "Money +200">> <<print "Coke -7">> [[Accept|Week 2 : After School : Coke Day two 3]] [[Refuse|Week 2 : After School : Coke Day two : Refuse]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/poolhallalley.jpeg" width="413" height="275"></center> Your curiosity gets the better of you, and with some awkwardness, you perch your face over his hand. Plugging up the side of one nostril, you inhale the powder with a sudden snort. The sensation is immediate, blasting through every nerve in your body like an electrical current. All of your senses feel heightened, accompanied by an alertness you might expect from a thousand cups of coffee. Your heart beats feverishly in your chest, and you notice that you’ve been holding your breath for a few seconds. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Holy cow! Calm down there sport, you almost took my finger off, hehehe”''@@ he jokes, pulling a CD jewel case from his inside pocket and laying it down on top of the dumpster. Pouring out another bag, he begins to slice it up into thin lines using a credit card, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“So, you looking to make some scratch at the tables?”''@@. Before you can answer, he’s using a rolled up bill to devour one of the lines, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I could show you some moves, ya follow me?”''@@. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/cokelines.jpg" width="509" height="339"></center> When he hands the bill over to you, motioning to another line, you find yourself nodding in agreement, ''“Oh yeah, for sure, man… why the fuck not?”''. Though you’re not sure if the agreement was in response to his comment or the offered up drugs. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Now listen… nobody’s gonna play me, it’s suicide, kid… suicide”''@@ he explains. Barely paying attention to him, you take a more measured approach to your next line. The thought that it might be disgusting to shove this bill up your nose, right after him, pales in comparison to the impeding joy you’re about to feel. Traveling at a steady pace, you gradually vacuum up the entire line, tingling in pleasure. <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/codeine.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ @@color:lightsteelblue;''“But I’m telling you…”''@@ he begins, nonchalantly cutting up some more lines, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“If you stick with me, we could make a LOT of money together”''@@. For the first time, his words really strike you as important, ''“For real? Like how much money…?”''. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Hahaha”''@@ he laughs, before hunkering down to huff another line of coke, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“More than you could make in a year”''@@. Though he’s probably full of shit, you don’t really see the harm in getting a few tips from an expert, ''“Alright, Shooter… Shoot…”''. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/shooter3.gif" width="262" height="237"></center> A wide grin spreads over his face, clearly visible even through the darkness of the alley. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“That’s great, kid!”''@@ he almost cheers, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Ok, now take a stance”''@@. To help you out, he bends over at the waist, placing one hand on the wall and the other behind his hip, simulating a pool stance, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Like this”''@@. Following his example, you mimic his exact pose, standing right next to him in front of the wall. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Separate your feet a little, and sit down in your stance… Yeah! You got it kid!”''@@ he instructs, making several small adjustments to your position. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Right there! Right There!”''@@ he exclaims, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“That’s PERFECT! Now don’t move a muscle…”''@@. He circles around behind you, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Now take hold of the stick”''@@. His words are uttered in a shaky voice, while he simultaneously unbuckles his pants to unveil his erect cock. ''“YO! What the FUCK!?”'' you demand, jerking up straight, ready to defend yourself if need be. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“This is how it works, kid...”''@@ he explains, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“It’s how my teacher taught me, and his teacher before him…”''@@. You’re actually too stunned to even reply at this point, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“It’s all in the stroke, kid… Trust me, this is some Mr. Miyagi type stuff… You know, whack-on whack-off?”''@@. This ploy is even more ridiculous than his pool sharking approach, and what makes him think this would be any more successful. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Tell you what!”''@@, he negotiates, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“There’s an extra fifty in it for you”''@@. With what appears to be genuine sincerity, he adds, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I see it as an investment. That’s how much I believe in you, kid!”''@@. His training sounds absurd, but nothing is more concrete than cold, hard, cash. Given the option of jerking a guy off for fifty bucks, you have no problem giving him a quick reply. <<set $high = 50>>\ <<set $cokeuse = 1>>\ <<print "Intoxication +50">> [[Accept|Week 2 : After School : Coke Day two 4]] [[Refuse|Week 2 : After School : Coke Day two : Refuse]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/poolhallinterior.jpg" width="500" height="375"></center> Without another word, you turn away from the man, considering this transaction complete. You head back into the building and straight for the lavatory. Luckily, the room is empty, so you occupy one of the vacant stalls. Sitting on the toilet, you begin to take stock of your funds and product. The audit reveals a job well done, leaving nothing but half a baggie remaining, although your profits are much lower than Mickey promised. On the other hand, your introduction and access to this place could yield some interesting opportunities - The most glaring of which is the pool tables. Gathering yourself, you rise up and exit the stall, trying to devise a winning strategy for the tables. //''It makes sense to observe the same player for a while, not just to judge his level of skill, but also to see if his skill level changes from game to game, or just for critical shots.''// You push open the washroom door, lost in thought. //''It might also be prudent to monitor his alcohol consumption, as it could impair his senses and hamper his game. Then again, I still wouldn’t know what his tolerance is, unless I focused on him for multiple nights, trying to gauge how well he can hold his liquor. Not to mention the-''// <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/crash.jpg" width="426" height="211"></center> A body collides into your side, startling you, and breaking your train of thought. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/leigh.jpg" width="315" height="323"></center> @@color:pink;''“Ahhh”''@@ she yelps, falling right into your arms. Out of sheer reflex, you catch her around the waist. She hangs from your neck for an instant, as if you were dipping her mid-tango. Her body curls up with the grace of a gymnast, her groin making contact with yours, until she’s fully upright and face-to-face. @@color:pink;''“omigod, omigod, omigod! I’m soooo sorry! Are you ok???”''@@ she pleads, while her hands pat at your arms and chest, making sure that you’re still in one piece. You’re frozen in shock, mesmerized by her beautiful face, and intoxicated by her scrumptious aroma. ''“Uhhhh…”'' is all you can manage at the moment, as you’re at a complete loss of words. It’s too difficult to express yourself while entangled with her curvaceous body, soft, yet taught in all the right places. Her hands travel erratically, until her palm lands right on your bulge, squeezing it slightly. @@color:pink;''“Whoops! Hahaha”''@@ she giggles, sending a waft of alcohol up your nostrils. Coming closer to your face, her pillowy lips nearly contact yours, @@color:pink;''“You have really pretty eyes…”''@@. With her firm breasts squashed against your body, and plush lips inviting you in, your brain falters again. Her sleepy, seductive eyes only intensify the paralysis, so you break away slightly to try and compose yourself. //''This is one hot, sexy chick basically throwing herself at you, don’t blow it like some kind of dork''// you think. ''“Yo, thanks baby… You’re not so bad yourself”'' you smile. One side of her mouth curls up into a flirtatious smile, and she begins to trace a finger up and down the front of your chest, @@color:pink;''“You’re cute… Wanna play?”''@@. ''“Hell yeah!”'' you admit, though a little too quickly and enthusiastically. Leading you by the bulge, she spins you around, heading back for the men’s room door. [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Coke Day two : Leigh]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/poolhallalley.jpeg" width="413" height="275"></center> Slowly taking the bill from his hand, you examine it for a moment, before rolling it up into a cylinder. Stepping back to the dumpster, you quickly blast out another line before getting back into position. You can feel your face growing increasingly numb from the drugs, but your heart is racing with excitement. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“HAHA! You’re the TOPS, kid!”''@@ he celebrates, maneuvering his hard cock right behind your hand. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Good! Now take hold of the stick”''@@ he all but orders, thrusting his dick against your palm. It’s such a weird sensation that your hand moves away upon making contact. As if stroking his cock wasn’t awkward enough, it’s somehow doubly unnerving when you can’t even see it. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Come on, enough of the virgin routine, we’re training here…”''@@ he insists. Exhaling sharply, you try to envision a pool table in front of you, reaching back to manipulate your cue stick. When your fingertips trace the underside of his rigid shaft, it throbs and vibrates in appreciation. Though hard as a rock, it’s also silky smooth, like a well maintained balabushka. Holding it loosely in your hand, you note the girth and weight is similar to a pool cue, making this ordeal just a little bit easier. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“That’s it, you got it, champ”''@@ he sighs, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Now it’s all in the stroke…”''@@. Visualizing his instructions, you try to make yourself amenable to the training. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Let’s start with your pre-stroke routine… Before each shot, you should take a couple of warm-up strokes, with each one being a slow, steady and full stroke.”''@@. Taking his suggestion, you loosely hold the shaft in your hand, but your movements are a bit more jerky apprehensive than you hoped. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Just relax”''@@ he reassures you with a pat on the back, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“And focus”''@@. Breathing out heavily, you find some success, sliding your hand all the way up and down the length of his wood. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Ahhhhh, that’s beautiful… I can feel the absolute perfection in your stroke like this”''@@ he sighs in contentment, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“You’re halfway there now, kid!”''@@. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/shooterjerk.gif" width="320" height="212"></center> @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Lesson two is stroke execution”''@@ he breathes, sounding very excited by the prospect, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Execution always starts with a smooth and slow backswing, don’t pull back faster to hit harder”''@@. Letting his wisdom soak in, you continue to gently pump his big, throbbing dick. It’s becoming a little difficult to concentrate, as you become obsessed with tracing your fingers along the bulging veins of his impressive piece of meat. Also, your ‘pre-stroke’ routine seems to have produced quite a bit of ‘pre-cum’, but perhaps that was the point. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“That’s good! That’s goooood”''@@ he almost moans, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Now, keep your elbow up and in line with your body, head, and bridging hand… and shoot!”''@@. Following his directions to the letter, you slowly stroke down to the base of his shaft, before accelerating forward for a mock shot. You hand slips right to the end of his member, coming almost completely free if not for the flared head of his cock catching on your thumb and pinkie. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Unngh”''@@ he grunts, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Don’t overextend your stroke, the further your arm gets from your body, the more your accuracy suffers”''@@. After swiftly being corrected, you try to make the adjustment, taking three, long, slow practice strokes up and down the entire length of his shaft. You previous miscalculation also had the effect of slathering the palm of your hand in pre-cum, and now you’re spreading it all over his dick - more and more with every subsequent stroke. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Let’s go, kid! Don’t just play with it, SHOOT!”''@@ he outright orders, starting to sound a little perturbed by your failure to follow his instructions. Returning to form, you visualize the pool table again, lining up your shot, and keeping your elbow aligned. Taking a few practice strokes, your fingers glide effortlessly along the full length of his hot, wet, cock. The pre-cum audibly squishes between your fingers when you accelerate forward. Catching his mushroom head in the palm of your hand completes a perfect stroke, and it rewards you by spitting a glob of pre-cum into your hand. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Thaaaat’s it!”''@@ he really does moan this time, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“But you’re a little off to the right, I can feel it! Setup and shoot!”''@@. You hadn’t really noticed as of yet, but you’re breathing in and out rather excitedly. Whether it’s due to the drugs, the training, or both, you’re really enjoying yourself. The jerk of your hand becomes so rhythmic that your entire body begins to rock back and forth. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Hold still!”''@@ he commands, laying a heavy hand on the small of your back. Gasping, you freeze on the spot, before giving way to the pressure of his hand. Pressing downward, he lowers your stance in a way that makes your ass stick out further, and the very position itself makes your nipples harden in response. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“SHOOT!”''@@ he demands, and you respond immediately, priming his rod like he taught you, then quickly jerking it forward. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Come on, kid! Put some english on it!”''@@ he suggests, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Now, SHOOT!”''@@. Dutifully obliging, you flawlessly repeat the technique, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“YES!”''@@ he cries. Rushing with adrenaline, your own cock is rock hard in your pants, as you jubilantly pull on his dick, just how he likes it. Suddenly, it strikes you that any pretense of playing pool has vanished, and you’ve just been enjoying the act of pleasuring him sexually. As if to confirm your assessment, he yanks you upright, taking a handful of your ass cheek in his grasp, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Just jerk that fucking dick, damn it!”''@@. His sudden dominant attitude jump-starts your heart in a way that scares you a little bit, and you flash him a needy look when he pulls you in close. Biting your bottom lip, you begin to obediently service his tool. With an ever increasing pace, you vigorously masturbate his swollen fuck rod to completion. Fascinated, you feel it harden even further, just before a wad of fluid travels through the turgid shaft, exploding powerfully from the tip. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”''@@ he groans in triumphant climax. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/shootercum.gif" width="500" height="228"></center> Rope after rope of pressurized jelly fires out of his dick, far enough to reach the wall, and viscous enough to cling to it. The sheer amount of cum that he produces is staggering, going on and on, like an endless fountain of ejaculate. Amazed, you watch on as his prehensile appendage flexes in your hand, feeling every subsequent volley that travels through his shaft. When it begins to go slack in your grasp, you look up at him, only to find him already staring down at you. Blushing, you try to mask your expression, but he can obviously tell that you’re impressed by his virility. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Hey…”''@@ he begins, huffing and puffing, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Sorry about that, kid… I got a little carried away there… But you did GREAT!”''@@. Still in shock from the experience, you’re unable to offer up any kind of reply. Zipping up his pants, he retrieves his drug paraphernalia, clearly making preparations to leave, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Come find me next time, and with a little more training, you could go right to the TOP!”''@@. With those parting words, he returns to the pool hall, but with an added little spring to his step. With all of your product sold for the night, you head right for your car. After a few minutes of contemplation, your high quickly begins to fade, leaving you to bear the reality of your actions. Fishing out your half gram baggie, you proceed to sniff up the remainder of the drugs. With your euphoria reestablished, you take hold of your rigid dick and jerk it, cumming in a matter of seconds. Basking in post-orgasmic bliss, you feel clear now, centered enough to drive home and hit the sack. <<set $shooter = 1>>\ <<set $money += 50>>\ <<set $poolhall += 1>>\ <<print "Money +50">> <<if $masc > 0>>\ <<set $masc -= 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity -5">> <<set $sub += 5>>\ <<print "Submission +5">> <</if>>\ [[Go to sleep|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/poolhallwashroom.jpg" width="550" height="367"></center> With a huge grin on your face, you’re led into one of the stalls. Sitting down on the toilet, you marvel at your luck, hooking up with a chick so far out of your league. Tilting your head back, you relax, as she squats down to crouch between your legs. @@color:pink;''“Mmmmmm”''@@ she purrs, rubbing the side of her cheek against your covered crotch. Your dick is rock hard under your jeans, swelling at the thought of penetrating those plump, juicy lips. @@color:pink;''“Do you have something for me?”''@@ she asks, in a cute voice. ''“I sure do, baby…”'' you reply, thrusting your groin out a bit further. Raising her head off your lap, she clarifies, @@color:pink;''“No… I mean… like… a little pick me up?”''@@. With the sexual coaxing coming to an abrupt halt, you’re finally able to think clearly for a second. Suddenly, this whole situation makes a lot more sense. She’s only doing this to get coke, and using you as a drug dispenser in the process. Why else would this hot chick even talk to you, if not to get something for herself. Even though you’re sold out for the night, you recall that there is still half a baggie in your pocket. She must think you’re still considering the offer, because her hand crawls back onto your bulge. @@color:pink;''“Pleeeeeease”''@@ she pouts, @@color:pink;''“If you’re nice to meeee…”''@@ she drawls, reaching her hand into the front of your pants, @@color:pink;''“…I’ll be nice to youuuu”''@@. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/leighlips.gif" width="447" height="337"></center> You’re taken in by the grace and finesse of her tongue, travelling slowly but deliberately over her moist lips. When her fingers delve into the waistband of your underwear, it sends a shiver through your body. You weren’t considering her offer all this time, you were just too clouded by lust to function properly. The dilemma is soon rectified though, as you fish out the baggie and dangle it in front of her. Tilting her head to the side, she studies the half-full bag with calculating eyes, and a sour twist to her luscious, pursed lips. Immediately sensing her displeasure, you desperately try to close the deal, ''“It’s all I got left, babe… Bad timing I guess, hehe”''. She gingerly lifts the bag from your hand with two fingers, drawing it over one breast, before making it disappear into her bra. Arching an inquisitive brow, the sultry smile creeps back over her lips. When her hand traces along the length of your hard cock, pleasure washes over you like the warm tide of a summer ocean. Laying back, your eyes flutter shut for a moment, until her hand fully closes around your shaft. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/leighhj.gif" width="386" height="225"></center> ''“Uh-h-h-h-h”'' you shudder, realizing that her hands are exceptionally cold at first touch. Your heart quickens when she exposes your erection to the open air, taking it confidently in her care. The touch of her soft, tiny hand is contrasted by the assertiveness of her proficient strokes. In less than a minute, you’re rapidly approaching orgasm, and you begin to panic, hoping to prolong the experience. Sliding up to kiss your lips, she stops short, hovering just beyond your reach. You can feel the heat coming off of her parted lips, as they tease open and shut. When you move forward to meet her lips, her face turns to the side, bringing you cheek to cheek. @@color:pink;''“Mmmmmmm”''@@ she purrs, continuing to expertly stroke your cock without fail. @@color:pink;''“I can’t wait…”''@@ she whispers. Her words drip with sexuality, tickling every hair in your ear, and raising every hair on your body, @@color:pink;''“…to suck your dick”''@@. ''“Oh shit…”'' you curse, tensing up your muscles to prevent an oncoming orgasm, even stretching your legs out stiff in response. @@color:pink;''“Shhhh…”''@@ she soothes, adjusting her grip on your cock, grabbing it firmly by the base. Her hand begins to move in short, aggressive tugs, milking you like a farm animal, @@color:pink;''“Just relaaaaaax”''@@. The calming vibrations of her voice compel you beyond any resistance, biologically designed to tame the beast within you. Letting out a deep breath you’ve been holding, your muscles go completely slack. Immediately pressing her body harder against yours, her lips make direct contact with your ear. @@color:pink;''“Give it to me, baby…”''@@ she whines in an needy voice, @@color:pink;''“Give it to meeeee….”''@@. Upping the pace, she pumps you relentlessly, bringing you right to the edge within seconds. She moans, ever-increasing in pitch and tempo, raising your anticipation to an incredible crescendo, @@color:pink;''“uh-uh-uh-uh-UH-UH-UH-UH”''@@. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/leighhjcum.gif" width="410" height="475"></center> ''“AHHHHHHH”'' you groan as the first blast of semen forcefully pushes its way through your urethra. She never pauses, methodically drawing the fluids out of your body with practiced efficiency. After the bulk of your ejaculation, she takes your balls in one hand, and with a gentle pressure, she coaxes out the last few drops. Your breathing is labored, accompanied by a tingling sensation all over your body, and a slight ringing in your ears. Worked to exhaustion, you’re just barely able to register her words. @@color:pink;''“I’m Leigh... and next time, bring me a full bag…”''@@ she instructs, moving her lips close to yours with an amused tone, @@color:pink;''“...and I promise, you won’t be disappointed”''@@. The look on her face convinces you beyond any shadow of a doubt, especially considering what she can do with just her hand. When her soft lips press against your cheek, it’s almost electric, sending a twinge through your, now flaccid, dripping penis. She glides out of the stall, but you can hear the sink running as she washes her hands before exiting the room. Still basking in post-coital bliss, you notice that some of your ejaculate reached the back of the stall door. The sight makes you realize that she was able to handily extract your seed in less than two minutes. This isn’t some slutty girl picking you up in a bar, she’s a professional. Exiting the stall and cleaning yourself up, you’re trying to remember what you had originally planned to do with the rest of the night. Regardless, you’re completely wiped out now, and it would be great to reach your bed sometime soon. Walking out of the bathroom, it almost feels like you’re floating on air, and you still can’t stop grinning like an idiot. Nearing the rear exit, you spot the bartender watching you out of the corner of his eye. He gives you a suspicious look that immediately wipes the smile off your face. Turning away, you head right for your car and make it home without any further incident. <<set $leigh = 1>>\ <<set $poolhall += 1>>\ <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc += 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <</if>>\ [[Go to sleep|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/poolhallinterior.jpg" width="500" height="375"></center> Meticulously weighing out seven grams of coke, you fill up seven baggies before heading out to the pool hall. The front sign comes into view, but you circle around the back to find your usual parking spot. Depositing your vehicle in one of the dark corners, you enter the rear of the building with a confident stride. The bartender spots you immediately, offering up a nearly imperceptible nod in greeting. Taking his cue, you settle in to your assigned seat and survey the area. As expected, the barman approaches you with a cold beer in his hands and a very familiar looking coaster. The number ‘50’ is emblazoned on its face, doubling as a veritable drug menu for the patrons. You’re quickly becoming familiar with the environment, and some of the regular patrons. It’s very easy to fill the incoming orders, covertly making trips to the back alley every half hour, or so. Unfortunately, it’s kind of a slow night, and after selling four grams, the traffic seems to taper off. <<if $cokeuse > 0>>\ Over the course of the night, you can’t help but dig into one of the baggies. After your first taste, it’s just too good to pass up on the opportunity. The drug keeps you sharp and alert, better serving your job performance. Like some kind of dope magician, you make one of the bags disappear up your nose. <<set $cokeuse += 1>>\ <<set $high = 50>>\ <<print "Intoxication =50">> <</if>>\ Now that the string of customers has dried up, it’s a good time to try your hand at the tables. One player in particular catches your eye, and you learn that his name is Travis. On a three game winning streak, his confidence has risen to a level beyond what his skill can justify. @@color:brown;''“HAHAHA! Eat it, Harvey!”''@@ Travis taunts, easily sinking the eight ball while his opponent slumps in defeat. Adding insult to injury, Travis places the cue between his legs and begins to masturbate the full length, @@color:brown;''“I’m the big swinging dick around here, son… and don’t you forget it!”''@@. Without a word, ‘Harvey’ lays a few bills down on the felt and walks away from the mocking laughter. You chuckle as Travis downs another beer, probably his tenth of the night from what you can gather. Standing up from your seat, you approach the tipsy player, hoping to strike while the iron is hot. ''“Ay yo, Trav…”'' you interject, breaking up his little victory party, “You wanna run?”. The grin slowly melts off his face as he studies you for the first time. There’s no doubt that he’s seen you around the place, but he was never your customer, preferring drinks at the bar over your illicit party favors. More importantly though, he’s never seen you play, which gives him pause for a moment. However, it is short lived, as the smile spreads back over his lips, @@color:brown;''“One game, one hundred… Right here, right now”''@@. His wager is a bit larger than you expected, and his level of confidence (although unwarranted) makes you feel very uneasy. It suddenly occurs to you that only playing one game is a big risk. Although Travis is clearly drunk, you haven’t even touched a pool cue, and it might take you a few shots to warm up. All it takes is one bad shot to cost you the match, so the playing field is a bit more level than you originally anticipated. ''“Bet!”'' you reply, accepting his proposal and laying a crispy hundred on the table. <<set $money += 200>>\ <<print "Money +200">> <<if $cokeuse > 0>>\ <<set $coke -= 5>>\ <<print "Coke -5">> <</if>>\ <<if $cokeuse < 1>>\ <<set $coke -= 4>>\ <<print "Coke -4">> <</if>>\ [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Coke Day three : Play]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/poolhallinterior.jpg" width="500" height="375"></center> Setting up a ball behind the second dot of the table, it’s clear that you will be ‘lagging for the break’. The objective is to shoot the ball across the table, bounce off the bank, and see who’s ball stops closer to the back rail. This is a common practice to see who breaks first, as coin flipping can’t be trusted with big money on the line. Falling into a stance beside Travis, you line up your shot to the middle of the ball. With no topspin, you have a better chance of feeling out this critical shot. Practicing your stroke a dozen or so times, you finally connect with the ball, gently but cleanly. His ball is struck just a second later, and you both watch on with anticipation. <<if $cokeuse > 0>>\ Your ball bounces off the bank first, but rapidly begins to lose speed, while his ball catches up from behind. Both balls slow down to an agonizingly slow pace, with both of you eagerly watching on in anticipation. Your ball comes to a stop, just before touching the rail, but Travis’ ball rolls right into the rail, bouncing off slightly. When the dust clears, your ball is half an inch closer to the rail, causing you to exhale a sigh of relief, ''“Rack em!”'' you instruct. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/kbreak.gif" width="500" height="280"></center> Smashing the balls apart with a powerful stroke, several find their way into the hole. Travis curses under his breath, but you pay him no mind, focusing on the game. You’re locked in with a laser beam precision, methodically moving from shot to shot. Taking no risks, and displaying no bravado, you handily clean the table, leaving only the eight-ball remaining. It’s an easy shot, and you smack it into the corner pocket with a stroke that brings your cue ball to a dead stop. Jerking upright, you turn to look at Travis, but his gaze is fixated on the accursed pocket that swallowed the eight ball - and his money. Swiping the bills off the table, you try to remain composed, but can’t help giving Travis a dose of his own medicine, ''“Bad luck, son… I’m up for a rematch if you’re down… but damn… that was a Trav-esty”''. Sufficiently deflated, Travis stalks off to the bar, drowning his sorrows into another bottle of cheap, domestic beer. With a sly smile, you head for the rear exit, your pockets a little heavier after a job well done. <<set $money += 100>>\ <<print "Money +100">> <</if>>\ <<if $cokeuse < 1>>\ Your ball bounces off the bank first, but rapidly begins to lose speed, while his ball catches up from behind. Both balls slow down to an agonizingly slow pace, with both of you eagerly watching on in anticipation. Your ball comes to a stop, just before touching the rail, but Travis’ ball rolls right into the rail, bouncing off slightly. When the dust clears, his ball is half an inch closer to the rail, causing him to burst out laughing, @@color:brown;''“HAHAHA! Rack em up, loser!”''@@ he orders. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/travisbreak.gif" width="480" height="270"></center> Smashing the balls apart with a powerful stroke, several of them miraculously find their way into the hole. Burping up a cloud of alcoholic gas, he squints at the cue ball with an unsteady stance. Through sheer feel and momentum, he manages to sink ball-after-ball, drunkenly pumping his fist between shots. This like a nightmare, and in very short order only the eight-ball is remaining. It’s an easy shot, but he gets fancy, twisting the cue in his hands to make the loss even more humiliating. He’s off! The black ball catches the side of the pocket, rattling around right over the hole, before it loses speed, and falls in. @@color:brown;''“OHHHHHHHH!”''@@ he cheers, throwing his arms into the air like a triumphant warrior. Chugging the rest of his beer with the bottle cocked over his head, he pulls it from his lips before it’s even empty. @@color:brown;''“YEAAAAAAHHHHH”''@@ he roars, swinging his head from side to side and pouring the rest of his beer over his face and head. @@color:brown;''“KING TRAV!”''@@ he announces, scooping the bills into his pocket, @@color:brown;''“KING TRAV!”''@@. Sufficiently deflated, you stalk away, tired of his endless drunken boasting. With a frown, you head for the rear exit, your pockets a little lighter than before. <<set $money -= 100>>\ <<print "Money -100">> <</if>>\ <<if $leigh == 1>>\ On the way out, your eyes lock on to a sexy brunette. She throws her head back, rolling her eyes in exasperation. Nodding in your direction, she invites you over with a tilt of her head. [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Coke Day three : Huxana]] <</if>>\ <<if $shooter == 1>>\ Breaking out into the alley, Shooter is there to meet you, throwing a friendly arm over your shoulder. [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Coke Day three : Shooter]] <</if>>\

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/poolhallinterior.jpg" width="500" height="375"></center> It doesn’t take much to get your attention, and this hot little number has you fixated immediately. Without even thinking, your feet start to move, redirecting your path directly to her table. Approaching her, you smile, taking in the full scope of her slender figure. ''“Yo, how you doing, sexy?”''. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/huxana.jpg" width="231" height="239"></center> @@color:red;''“Ugh…”''@@ she grunts in disgust. @@color:red;''“You are blind, or wot?”''@@ she asks, rolling her R’s in an accent that you think is Russian or something like that. ''“Uhhh… What?”'' you reply, somewhat taken aback. @@color:red;''“I’m look you, all night, and you do not see me”''@@ she complains, visibly irritated by the lack of attention, @@color:red;''“You don’t like grils?”''@@. ''“Sure, I like grills”'' you smile, poking fun at her accent, ''“So, you’ve been looking at me all night, huh? Do you like what you see, beautiful?”''. The word ‘beautiful’ seems to have an effect on her, but instead of looking flattered, it seems to instill her with a sense of conceit, @@color:red;''“My name, Huxana, not beautiful”''@@. She raises her chin up a little higher, like a princess being complimented by a servant, @@color:red;''“Come to toilet, I want to put powder in my nose”''@@. ''“Uhhhh…”'' you start, realizing that her misuse of the euphemism had the exact opposite effect of her intended discretion. Not only was it indiscreet, but revelatory, and more than a little on-the-nose. Pausing, you scan the area with your eyes, wondering if her little slip may have drawn some unwanted attention. For her part, she stares at you defiantly, becoming increasingly short on patience with every passing moment. Finally she gasps, exasperated by the delay, @@color:red;''“I suck you for cocainum, da?”''@@. Your eyes fly open, and you can barely resist whipping your head around suspiciously. ''“Shhhh! Chill yo, what the fuck?”'' you chide her, feeling not just uncomfortable now, but angry at her indiscretion. She only smiles smugly in response, proud of her own bratty behaviour. After a long night, you could really use some release right now, but this chick seems a little risky. It doesn’t come as a surprise that she is only interested in you for the coke, I mean - just look at her. Underneath the bad attitude and haughty arrogance, she is stunningly gorgeous. Her flawless, youthful complexion, combined with a perfect bone structure, could easily put her on the front of a magazine. You don’t get opportunities with a girl like this everyday, and the longer you stare at her, the more you want to get inside of her. For some reason, you feel like she might be more trouble than she’s worth, and it could bring heat down on you. Quite a lot of heat for that matter, and you’re afraid you might get burned, sticking your dick in a grill. [[Accept|Week 2 : After School : Coke Day three : Huxana Accept]] [[Reject|Week 2 : After School : Coke Day three : Huxana Reject]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/poolhallalley.jpeg" width="413" height="275"></center> @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Heya, kid!”''@@ he greets, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Fix me up with a double, will ya?”''@@. Though somewhat perturbed by his sudden appearance, this is a good opportunity to offload some more product. ''“Yo, Shooter… Yeah, I’ll hook you up, man…”'' you reply, motioning for him to follow you into the shadows beside the dumpster. Flipping out a pair of baggies, you exchange them for two crispy fifty dollar bills. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Thanks a bunch, Sport!”''@@ he replies, opening one of the baggies to set up a few quick lines. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I happened to catch your little performance over at the tables…”''@@ he remarks, expertly snorting up one of the lines with a rolled up bill. ''“Oh, for real? Not too shabby, huh? hehe”'' you boast. Tilting his head to the side, his eyebrows nearly rise up to his hairline, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“You’re joshing me, right?”''@@. With another brisk sniff, he polishes off the next line, filling his other nostril before offering you the rolled up bill. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/snorting.jpg" width="400" height="400"></center> You have no intention of turning down a free line now, so you begin to vacuum up the white powder. ''“What do you mean?”'' you reply, barely interested in the conversation, and focusing mostly on the drugs. ''“I cleaned the table, it was a thing of beauty”'' you add, taking a blast up the other nostril to balance it out. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“BEAUTY!?”''@@ Shooter blurs out, before lowering his voice and scanning the alleyway suspiciously. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Now listen, kid… You don’t know what you’re talking about, alright?”''@@ he firmly insists, waggling an instructive finger in your direction. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“It was ugly… and I mean… UGLY”''@@ he slowly enunciates the word for added effect. With the drugs flowing through your system, a sense of anxiety rises up in your chest, making you shake and twitch in apprehension, ''“Well I… I won the match, didn’t I?”''. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“You barely won against a tried, broken-down drunk… I saw you quaking in your boots up there, you nearly wet your pants… and you call that a victory???”''@@ he states, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Not by a longshot, kid… We’ve got a LOT of work to do…”''@@. He’s right, you were a mess of sweat and doubt at the tables, nearly buckling under the pressure against a fairly weak opponent. It’s always bound to be tense with money on the line, and you’re not sure how to solve that problem, ''“What am I supposed to do about that, Shooter?”''. He stares at you intently for a moment before exhaling deeply, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Breeeathe”''@@. When you give him a confused look in response, he audibly sighs, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Ok, look… You have to stand before you can fly”''@@. He continues further, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“And your stroke is good, kid, it’s REAL good!”''@@, patting your shoulder in encouragement. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“But before you can even stand, you need to breathe, and that’s your problem”''@@ he declares, raising a decisive finger. It makes a lot of sense, and you can feel it, even in this moment you’re involuntarily holding your breath. A sharp exhale empties your lungs, and you become more aware of your heart beating rapidly in your chest. The feeling is dizzying, and though you enjoy the burst of energy, there’s a sickly taint attached to this drug, threatening to empty your stomach at any moment. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/shootersincere.gif" width="246" height="243"></center> Placing both hands on your shoulders, Shooter leans in to look you in the eyes, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“We gotta break you down to the basics, and then build you back up - the RIGHT way!”''@@. You find yourself nodding along, receptive to his masterful tutelage. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“We’re gonna polish up that breath control, and you won’t have to worry about choking under pressure ever again''@@”. With a slight downward pressure on your shoulder, he begins to unbuckle his pants, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Scooch down a bit, kid, it’s not gonna work at this angle”''@@. ''“Whoah! What?”'' you gasp, suddenly realizing his intentions. Sighing heavily, he hangs his head in disappointment, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“This again? Come on, kid… this is serious business here, and without training, you’ll never reach that higher level"''@@. He’s actually serious… Suggesting that you suck his dick, in order to improve your breath control, thereby improving your pool game. This is the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard, and you’re wondering why you continue to humor this guy. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“It’s like I said before,”''@@ he adds, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I BELIEVE in you, kid! If you need a little more incentive, there’s an extra fifty in it for you, just to sweeten the pot”''@@. The look in his eyes is deeply sincere, and he’s speaking very candidly now, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I’ve never lied to you once, kid… and I PROMISE you, this will be a very profitable venture - for both of us!”''@@. You actually believe him, as it’s clear that he truly believes every word himself. Still, it’s so strange, that your pessimism keeps you from fully buying into his scheme. The real stakes are already on the table, and the question is, are you prepared to suck this guy off for fifty bucks??? Or just turn around, head home and hit the sack? <<set $money += 100>>\ <<print "Money +100">> <<set $coke -= 2>>\ <<print "Coke -2">> <<set $high = 100>>\ <<set $cokeuse += 1>>\ <<print "Intoxication +50">> [[Crouch Down|Week 2 : After School : Coke Day three : Shooter training]] [[Go Home|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/poolhallalley.jpeg" width="413" height="275"></center> With more than a little trepidation, you begin to sink downward, bending at the knee. All the while, you stare back up at Shooter’s encouraging eyes. When you reach a full squat position, your gaze drifts to his bulge, now positioned directly in front of your face. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I knew you had it in you, kid!”''@@ he praises, freeing his belt and letting his pants fall down around his ankles, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Now go ahead and pull it out for me, we’re about to get started”''@@. With shaky hands, you reach for the waistband of his briefs. Although still reluctant, you’ve committed to this course of action, and now you have to see it through to the end. When you begin lowering the undergarment, his thick member suddenly bounces out, nearly smacking you right in the face. <<if $picsgay == 1>>\ <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/shooterbj1.gif" width="482" height="360"></center> <</if>>\ The very sight of it makes your eyes bulge, and your mouth fall open in astonishment. You already knew the size he was packing, and even felt it pulsing in your hand, but at this proximity, it’s downright terrifying. Is seems to grow and swell with every passing second, emitting a strong musk from every pore. You can feel your heart racing, which quickens your breathing in the presence of this beast. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Well hurry up, kid!”''@@ he complains, briskly scanning the alleyway, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I don’t have all night… I gotta be at the gin joint in less than an hour from now, so hop to it, huh?”''@@. Stuck in a catatonic trance at the very sight of his dick, you don’t immediately respond. Taking you by the chin, he forces you to look him in the eyes, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“We really DO have to start from scratch, don’t we, Sport?”''@@. Grabbing his cock by the base, he presses the slimy tip to your lips. It’s a lot softer and spongier than it looks, slowly but steadily parting open your trembling lips. The head of his cock suddenly pops in, all at once, nearly filling your whole mouth by itself. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“That’s it! You got it, kid! Great job!”''@@ he celebrates, pushing his slick sausage a little deeper. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Now here’s what I need you to do…”''@@ he instructs, shifting his feet to get into a better stance, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Wrap your lips around it REAL tight… and when I push it IN, you breathe OUT… Then when I pull it OUT, you breathe IN… Savvy?”''@@. From your crouched position, he towers over you with an intimidating presence. You feel disoriented, making it incredibly difficult to comprehend his instructions. Looking up at him, you’re perplexed, finding it very difficult to concentrate while he’s casually jamming his big DICK in your mouth. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Don’t sweat it, champ… I’ll walk you through this”''@@ he reassures, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Now it’s going in, so you need to breathe out… and I mean, really blow”''@@. The sopping wet head of his cock begins to push toward the back of your mouth, and you cooperate, spurred on by your passionate instructor. Your cheeks swell up with air, causing your lips to lewdly sputter along the length of his turgid shaft. As the juicy, globular mass pushes toward the back of your throat, you begin to panic. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Way to go, kid! That was perfect! PERFECT, I tell ya…”''@@ he praises, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“It’s coming back out, so you can breathe in now… and really suck in hard”''@@. Mindlessly following his directions, you begin to suck, as his suffocating dick mercifully recedes from the back of your throat. His shaft glides along your taut, grasping lips, producing an array of sucking, slurping sounds. The suction applied not only drains the fluids from his pipe, but you end up sucking the moisture right off the surface of his spongy cock. When the rim of his head gets caught between your lips, he suddenly tugs it out of your mouth with a loud popping sound, depositing a sizeable blob of precum onto your tongue. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Holy cow! You’re a natural, kid! A NATURAL!”''@@ he lavishes praises upon you. You’re a bit distracted by the mix of fluids in your mouth. Absently testing them with your tongue, and noticing their distinct tastes and viscosity. Possibly seeing this as a lapse in effort, Shooter works to keep you on task, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Open your mouth”''@@. In your current state, it sounds more like an order than anything else, and you’re quick to obey. Tilting your head up to meet his eyes once again, your mouth slowly begins to fall open. Without waiting for full compliance, Shooter feeds his girthy bulk back into your primed mouth. He somehow feels bigger than before, or harder, but the mass of his hefty penis easily forces your lips apart. The entry is stronger this time, as the head of his cock presses your tongue down flat, plowing any remnant fluids to the back of your mouth. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/shooterbj2.gif" width="400" height="314"></center> ''“-urk-”'', you gargle every time his fat appendage thrusts into your mouth, packing your throat full of saliva and frothy precum. Without ever thinking about it, muscle memory has kicked in, and when you’re not sucking on his big, fat dick… you’re blowing it. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“This is it, kid! Remember your lessons”''@@ he warns, placing a hand behind your head, and begins to push. Inch by inch, his glistening piece of meat delves deeper into your mouth, couched at the opening to your throat. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Blow, now… Hard as you can!”''@@ he instructs, poising himself once again. Following his directions, you attempt to blow, even though his gigantic hog has you packed to capacity. It has the effect of opening your throat up, allowing Shooter to slide right in, right down to the balls. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/shooterbj3.gif" width="500" height="250"></center> Your eyes flutter shut as your air supply is momentarily cut off, sending you into a kind of delirium. Time seems to move at a different pace now, but you’re vaguely aware of Shooter vigorously thrusting his cock in and out of your throat with reckless abandon. His abdomen suddenly presses firmly against your face, and you can feel his balls flex against your chin, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“URRRGHHHH”''@@. A torrent of hot semen blasts down your throat, nearly drowning you in the process. In a panic, you grasp at his legs, attempting to pull off of his cock. Sensing your distress, Shooter pulls it out halfway, allowing you to catch a quick breath. Only to ram it home again with twice the force, easily battering through your stretched, well lubricated throat, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“AAAARRRRGGGHH!”''@@ he growls. You lack the will to resist this time, wavering on the brink of consciousness as he pumps the contents of his balls directly into your stomach via rough oral violation. Somehow, you forgot about the massive loads that Shooter produces, but you won’t make that mistake again. A fit of coughing and gurgling ensues when Shooter finally withdraws his softening member from your gullet. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“That was unbelievable, kid!”''@@ he pants, gasping for breath as he replaces his clothing, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“You might not see it yet, but this was big, kid… HUGE!”''@@. It takes a minute to regain your composure, while intermittently spiting up globs of ejaculate. The drugs have completely worn off now, and you’re being struck by the humiliation of the act you just performed. The first thing you do is stand upright, followed by flushing several shades of red. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“You beautiful bastard! I could just kiss ya!”''@@ he beams, leaning in to give you a peck on the cheek. You reflexively pull away in disgust, which gives him a case of the giggles. Given the circumstances, you feel a bit foolish yourself, refusing to be kissed by a man after the sexual act you just performed on him. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I know you’re sour, kid… but tell ya what… You did such a bang-up job tonight, that I’ll make it a cool hundred”''@@ he bargains. Checking his watch, Shooter hands you the money and starts making his way back to the bar. Reaching the door, he issues a familiar declaration, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Stick with me, kid! And we could go right to the TOP!”''@@. Money in hand, this whole arrangement has left a bad taste in your mouth. Blushing, you realize that applies both figuratively and literally. The whole way home, you’re burping up small doses of Shooters semen, and it’s the last thing you taste before your head hits the pillow. <<set $shooter += 1>>\ <<set $money += 100>>\ <<set $poolhall += 1>>\ <<print "Money +100">> <<if $masc > 0>>\ <<set $masc -= 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity -5">> <</if>>\ <<set $sub += 5>>\ <<print "Submission +5">> [[Go Home|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]]

Arriving at her door, you knock three times, stepping back to wait for an answer. After about thirty seconds, you knock again, a little harder this time. Soon you can hear movement behind the door, and it opens up, though only halfway. Bonnie appears before you, casually dressed in a pink skirt and a black top. Her hair is loose and somewhat disheveled, with a light sheen of sweat on her forehead. Without a word, she just stares at you with a strange, questioning expression on her face. She looks both annoyed and curious, as if you were some kind of exotic door-to-door salesman. ''“Uhh… hi?”'' you venture, hoping for some kind of response. Her face never changes, her eyes staring right through you, as if she doesn’t even recognize you at all. If it was awkward before, it’s absolutely stultifying now, ''“Ummm… it’s me… K?”''. All at once, but almost in slow motion, her features begin to morph before your eyes. Her lips begin to curl into a cute pouting smile, her head tilting to one side. The look in her eyes brightens, widening them provocatively, now trained on you with a provocative intensity. Even her posture shifts, twisting her body to accentuate her curves, cutting a sexy, feminine profile. @@color:orange;''“HIEEEEEE!”''@@ she squeals, darting forward to kiss you right on the lips. <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonnie1.jpg" height= "200" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ You’re in shock, horrified by her sudden transformation, and you feel a shiver run through your spine. All you can do is blink at her, over and over again, in stark disbelief. Grabbing the front of your pants, she tries to pull them down past your hips, @@color:orange;''“Are you wearing your panties, K?”''@@. </body> ''“Holy shit”'' you curse, grabbing the waistband of your jeans to stop her. Your heart jumps into your throat, and you scan the area in a panic to see if anyone heard what she said. There’s someone walking their dog across the street, but they don’t seem to notice you. Giggling, she drags you inside, shutting the door behind you. You had totally forgotten about the panties, and her instructions to be 'dressed for the occasion' - Though you recall stuffing them into your bag last time. Bonnie is watching you expectantly, waiting for you to display the slinky apparel that you failed to prepare in advance. This pause is a good opportunity to express a few things to the eager young girl. ''“Listen, Bonnie… I, uhhh…”'' you begin, scratching the back of your head and shifting your feet around nervously. @@color:orange;''“Yeeees?”''@@ she asks, quizzically, stepping forward to press her breasts against you. Her had lays warmly against your chest, tilted to look up at you though innocent eyes. ''“Ummm… I… I had a talk with the professor”'' you finally manage to stammer out. Her very touch exhilarates you, willing or not, you’re biologically programmed to respond to these stimuli. @@color:orange;''“ooooh”''@@ she coos, running one of her smooth, delicate hands down the front of your pants. ''“He said that -”'' you audibly gasp as the tips of her fingers contacting your rapidly stiffening cock, ''“…he said……….”''. The words are caught in your throat, as your heartbeat quickens, accellerated by the release of pleasurable endorphins. @@color:orange;''“Uh huhhhh”''@@ she agrees, obviously ignoring what you’re saying completely. She doesn't even care what you're talking about... Bonnie has other things in mind, and the first step is to wrap her cute little hand around your dick. The touch of her skin is silky soft, but her grip is rather firm and confident. With you fully in her grasp, she begins to stroke. Exhaling in delight, your enfeebled mind continues trying to finish the sentence, ''“He said…”''. //''What DID he say?''// you wonder, confused and scatterbrained by the sexual pressure being applied to you. ''“He said to… to… keep an open mind”'' you finally blurt out, but is that really what he said? @@color:orange;''“Mmmmmm”''@@ Bonnie moans, her eyes fluttering erotically, reaching around to take a firm grip on your ass cheek. Her hand begins to violently jerk your dick as hard as she can, and it’s more than you can stand. It feels so good to have her in charge of stimulating your cock, and somehow, she knows exactly what to do. In giving in to these feelings, you become incredibly relaxed and sensitive. With a deep intake of breath, your shoulders begin to tighten, and you even feel yourself rising up on your toes…. ''“Oh fuck!”'' you gasp, as her rough treatment forces you to the brink of orgasm in a matter of seconds. You don’t even care, she can do whatever she wants to do if it keeps feeling this good. Succumbing to her will, you’re fully prepared to have her forcefully make you come in your pants. Just then, she suddenly stops, breaking into a fit of giggles, @@color:orange;''“Heeheehee, come on, K! Stop playing around and get your clothes off”''@@. Yearning for release, you quickly begin to strip off your top, casting it to the floor, as Bonnie works to bare your lower half. @@color:orange;''“Awww, where are your panties?”''@@ she pouts, kneeling down with her face just inches away from your well primed cock. ''“Uhh-”'' you stammer, rifling through your bag to produce the crumpled, semen stained undergarment. ''“Here they are”'' you announce, pleased to fill her request, but suddenly feeling a little apprehensive about the prospect. She tilts her head, smiling on one side of her lip and giving you a contemplative look of appraisal, @@color:orange;''“Well, ok then… You’re forgiven… THIS time”''@@. She looks so excited, down on her knees, relishing in your willing desire to dress in panties for her - and you tentatively oblige her. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/wearingbonniespanties.jpg" width="450" height="450"></center> @@color:orange;''“AWWWW! It’s sooooo CUTE!”''@@ she squeals with glee, hugging you around your legs, pressing her cheek tightly against your pantied balls. @@color:orange;''“Tickle, tickle”''@@ she teases, in a cute, girlish voice, the tips of her fingers grazing back and forth against the underside of your balls. @@color:orange;''“Muah!”''@@ she giggles, tenderly kissing one of your balls. @@color:orange;''“Mmmmuah!”''@@ she lovingly smooches the other one of your little balls, in their cute pink pouch. @@color:orange;''“Nom-nom-nom”''@@ hungrily nibbling along the length of your pantied shaft, her fingers travelling past your balls to rub against your sensitive perineum. When her lips reach the tip of your cock, poking out the top of your panties, she rapidly flicks at it with her tongue. Transparent strings of precum connect your drooling head to her teasing tongue, as she works your glad like a clitoris. Her fingers begin to press deeply against your perineum, as if fingering your pussy - if you had one. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonnielickhead.gif" width="218" height="218"></center> You would grab her by the head and jam your dick in her mouth, if you didn’t think it would spoil the mood. Things go poorly every time you resist, but if you play along… there’s always a reward in the end. If you hadn’t already resigned yourself to her ministrations, her rhythmic fingers would have melted you regardless. Maybe you don’t have a pussy, but if you did, you would let her penetrate you. You couldn’t stop her from finger banging your wet little twat. Just the thought of it has you tingling all over, and even though you don’t have a pussy, you do have an… As the thought crosses your mind, one of her fingers slides back to push directly against your clenched asshole. ''“Oh SHIT!”'' you cry out, taking in a big gasping breath and thrusting your hips forward. It’s all too much to handle, and you prepare to squirt for her, right out the top of your pretty, pink panties. @@color:orange;''“Oh!”''@@ Bonnie suddenly remarks, ceasing all sexual activity, @@color:orange;''“I forgot, heehee… Let’s go to bed, lover”''@@. Standing up, she takes you by the hand to lead you away. You’re absolutely peaking right now, fearing that the material rubbing against your cock might set you off prematurely. Even if you don’t know what she has in store for you next, you’re raring to go now. Your hair trigger cock forces you to take light, dainty steps, very similar to Bonnie’s. Watching her body bounce and sway with every step, she truly has a picturesque feminine figure, and you would follow her anywhere at this point. Bonnie leads you up to the bedroom, and you begin to tremble in anticipation. The fact that she’s still fully clothed, while you’re bare naked, save for a pair of pink panties, makes you feel exceedingly weak and submissive. You’re only a few small steps away from her bedroom, and when she opens the door, you allow her tow you inside. [[Next|Week 2 Tuesday : Bonnie 2]]

As soon as she passes through the doorway, her posture shifts, snapping to like some kind of automaton. Her back straightens, pushing out her chest and pulling her should back broadly. Even her walk shifts from a cute, frolicking girl, to a gait more befitting a body builder. The grip on your wrist instantly doubles in strength as well, and she nearly drags you into the room. Alarmed, and a little frightened by her change in demeanor, you don’t immediately notice the sight before you. <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/melanie.jpg" height= "220" width="220" style="float:left;"/>\ The naked girl on the bed gasps, trying to cover every inch of her exposed skin all at once. It’s Melanie, the town whore, everyone knows her. You mirror her embarrassment, covering your small package behind your hands. No matter how you shift, there’s no way to hide the fact you’re wearing pink panties though, and the thought of it reddens your cheeks. </body>\ When Bonnie turns back around to face you, her expression is completely different. Her eyes are firm and driven, piercing through your soul with an unmistakable air of intimidation. You’re frozen on the spot, and after a few seconds, you’re unable to maintain eye contact with her. @@color:orange;''“Get on the bed”''@@ Bonnie says, rather nonchalantly. Letting your mouth fall open, you work to make sounds with your voice, ''“b-b-but?”''. Feeling confused and vulnerable, you try to figure out what’s going on, ''“What is she doing here?”''. Bonnie’s eyes flash with anger, deeply furrowing her brows, @@color:orange;''“Get on the bed you PANTY BITCH!”''@@. Her command sends a jolt through your body, making you visibly flinch in response, and flushing your face redder than the tip of your dick. Before you even realize it, you’re quickly tiptoeing over to the bed, sitting on a corner of the mattress with your hands folded in your lap. It comes as a surprise, how willing your body leaps at her words, and how submissive you’re becoming to her. @@color:orange;''“Ass up, slut!”''@@ Bonnie demands, sending a shiver through your body. There is a palpable sense of relief when her hand comes down hard on Melanie’s ass, indicating that you’re not the intended target. Melanie responds immediately, climbing up on all fours, sticking her ass up into the air, and lowering her head down to the mattress. From this vantage, you immediately notice that her pussy is in rough shape. Her labia are badly stretched and damaged, with her hole gaping open, unable to close on its own. Even with the amount of promiscuous sex she engages in, it doesn’t make sense for her hole to be gaping open to this extreme… unless. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniestrap1.gif" width="379" height="379"></center> @@color:orange;''“Open up for Daddy!”''@@ Bonnie chuckles, lifting her skirt to reveal a large pink shaft protruding from her groin. Blinking in disbelief, you’re taken aback, having never seen such an apparatus in your life. In short order, you deduce that it’s a strap-on dildo, used by lesbians to simulate penetrative sex. You had no idea that Bonnie was a lesbian… or perhaps bi-sexual is the more appropriate term. Now you understand why Melanie is so horribly stretched open, they must have been having sex before you arrived. Melanie turns her head to look at you with fearful eyes, almost pleading for your help. It weighs on your heart, and even without words, you feel empathy for the poor girl. The mattress shifts when Bonnie joins you, kneeling up behind Melanie’s prostrate form. @@color:pink;''“UUUUHHHHHHH”''@@ the helpless girl groans, as her mouth begins to gape, and her eyes roll up into her head. When you turn back to see what caused her reaction, you gasp, nearly clutching at your pearls in response. @@color:orange;''“YeeeeeeAAAAAHHH”''@@ Bonnie growls in a gruff, masculine tone of voice. You can see the head of her pink cock pushing past the loose opening. Without pause, she slowly but steadily forces the long, thick shaft all the way to the base. @@color:orange;''“Mmmmm… You like that?”''@@ she asks, @@color:orange;''“You like Daddy’s big cock?”''@@. Melanie is able to take it very well, but she answers in a small, childlike voice, @@color:pink;''“…yes, daddy…”''@@. You stand in awe, as Bonnie repeatedly slides her large faux penis in and out, with slow, deliberate strokes. For some reason, you can’t seem to look away from the intimidating appendage, now slick and frothy with vaginal effluence. Being this close to two naked women should be incredibly arousing, but for some reason, your penis wilts at the sight of it. Halfway through an inward thrust, Bonnie suddenly pistons her hips forward, roughly sheathing her club of a cock deeply into the unsuspecting girl’s loins. @@color:pink;''“AAAAAAHHH!!!”''@@ Melanie shrieks in a mixture of pleasure and pain, her legs quivering at the violent penetration. @@color:orange;''“Daddy likes your tight little pussy, too!”''@@ Bonnie announces, withdrawing her cock almost fully, in order to achieve the longest possible strokes. Taking Melanie by the hips, she has perfect control of her body, solidifying her dominance. Bewildered, you can barely think, let alone move, but one thought does flit through your mind. Even though Bonnie can’t feel anything through her dildo, she is enjoying this immensely. What is she getting out of this? It just doesn’t make sense to you… She’s like a riddle, wrapped in an enigma, wrapped in a sexual sadist. Just look at that plastic thing between her legs, or is it rubber? or latex? And it’s huge, especially strapped to a tiny girl. For some reason, you’re fascinated by the device. In mid-thrust, Bonnie’s hand comes down hard on Melanie’s ass, eliciting a squeaking yelp. @@color:orange;''“Daddy LOVES this little pussy…”''@@ she punctuates the word with a hard thrust, @@color:orange;''“…it’s so much better than your mom’s”''@@. Melanie moans in response, @@color:orange;''“You broke that bitch! You know that??”''@@. Bonnie begins to increase the pace of her thrusts, fucking the flexible shaft into Melanie’s sloshing orifice, @@color:orange;''“You ruined her cunt when you came out of her!”''@@. To demonstrate her power over the girl, Bonnie grabs her by the hair, jerking her head back. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/melaniestrap1.gif" width="426" height="396"></center> At this point, arousal is the last thing on your mind. You can’t believe the things she’s saying to Melanie, and the way she’s using that fake cock on her. It’s fake, but… it’s so much bigger than your dick. Even if your own dick was that size, could you fuck her like that? This whole thing is very disturbing to you, and you never thought that lesbian sex could be so emasculating. @@color:orange;''“But that’s what YOU’RE for, right slut? To be a good little fuck toy for Daddy?”''@@ Bonnie teases, rolling her hips in a circular motion to stir the cock deep within Melanie’s loins. @@color:pink;''“uunnnnhhhhh…. yes, daddy…”''@@ she breathlessly agrees. @@color:orange;''“That’s a good girl”''@@ Bonnie sighs, vigorously pumping Melanie’s hole, while the submissive girl even begins to push back against it. The pace is intense, and the sound of flesh clapping against flesh fills the room, interspersed with the desperate panting of breath. Both girls are covered in sweat, but Melanie is positively drenched, soaking the mattress below her overworked form. From this position, you can see strings of fluid connecting Bonnie’s pelvis to Melanie’s dripping pussy. You can’t believe how wet it is, and she just seems to produce more and more of the sticky fluid with every subsequent pump. The stink of sex floods all of your senses, sending you into a kind of haze. The expression on Melanie’s face is of despondence and extreme fatigue, almost what you would expect to see on a torture victim. Moving a bit closer, for more leverage and deeper penetration, Bonnie grabs her by the shoulders, forcing the girl’s back to arch steeply. Using only her hips, the penetration is even more wild and forceful. @@color:orange;''“Fuck yeah!”''@@ she grunts, @@color:orange;''“Daddy’s gonna FILL-you-UP, little girl…”''@@. Melanie shudders at the notion, becoming visibly alarmed by the thought of it. @@color:orange;''“And you WON’T ruin this for me!”''@@ Bonnie suddenly threatens, @@color:orange;''“You’re gonna keep this hole nice and tight for Daddy… aren’t you?”''@@. Melanie begins to gently sob, neglecting to answer the question. @@color:orange;''“AREN’T YOU!!”''@@ Bonnie roars, and it’s a command, not a question. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/melaniestrap2.gif" width="465" height="404"></center> @@color:pink;''“y-y-yes… d-d-daddy”''@@ Melanie blubbers, going slack in Bonnie’s grip, and submitting herself completely. Standing upright on the bed, Bonnie positions herself to thrust downward, and Melanie tilts her ass up to accept it. @@color:orange;''“GOOD GIRL!”''@@ she repeats, punctuating it with a hefty smack on the butt. @@color:orange;''“And don’t worry, if anything happens, you can get another abortion”''@@ Bonnie adds, so plainly that it’s disturbing. @@color:orange;''“Would you like that, sweetheart?”''@@ she asks, slam-fucking Melanie with a savage ferocity. Completely paralyzed, you can barely process what you’re witnessing here. Is this all some kind of sick and elaborate pillow talk? Or is Bonnie actually exploiting a past trauma that Melanie suffered? When you look at Melanie’s face, it’s streaked with tears, but she looks nearly catatonic. A loud smack draws your attention back, and Melanie’s pussy is absolutely drenched. It squishes lewdly with every violent thrust, pliantly accepting its punishment… or prize. @@color:orange;''“I said, do you LIKE it, slut!?”''@@ Bonnie reasserts, @@color:orange;''“Do you LIKE getting scraped out for Daddy?”''@@. @@color:pink;''“yeeees daddyyyy”''@@ Melanie whines, but it’s little more than a whisper, stealing the last of her breath. Hooking one of Melanie’s legs, Bonnie lifts it into the air, splaying her wide open. Adjusting herself to straddle Melanie’s other leg, she pulls almost all the way out, @@color:orange;''“Then TAKE IT, SLUT!”''@@. With that, Bonnie piledrives into her vulnerable hole with authority. @@color:orange;''“AAAAARRRRGGHH”''@@, she bellows, shaking the walls with the fury of her orgasm. Melanie emits a high pitched coo, as the waist-strapped weapon digs deeply into her body, wringing an unmitigated orgasm from her spasming pussy. Shaken by the moment, you see Bonnie’s hand travel to some kind of balloon hanging from her hip. When she squeezes it, a fountain of white fluid sprays out of Melanie’s pussy, some of it splashing on your leg. There’s enough liquid coming out to have filled her to capacity three times over, but it’s not cum, it’s watery like milk. You feel cold, and numb, instinctively hugging your arms around your own body for warmth, or comfort. When Bonnie pulls her cock out of Melanie, a deluge of fluid cascades from her battered sex organ. The fluids streak down the surface of her shaft, and down both of Melanie’s legs. Releasing the spent girl, Bonnie just lets her drop on the bed, laying face-up, her legs spread in defeat. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/melaniegape.jpg" width="320" height="240"></center> You can’t help but notice how badly gaped Melanie’s pussy is now; not to mention red, swollen, and discharging a thin white substance. Bonnie, on the other hand, looks quite content, and positively satisfied with herself. @@color:orange;''“Shhhh”''@@ Bonnie comforts her, settling back down to gently stroke Melanie’s hair. Kissing her tenderly on the cheek, you can hear Bonnie whisper, @@color:orange;''“I’m sorry, princess…”''@@. The petting becomes even more pronounced, with Bonnie lovingly cradling the girl’s head, @@color:orange;''“You’re so beautiful… and Daddy loves you very much”''@@. The words are deeply sincere, and her voice even wavers a bit, as if deeply affected by a sense of regret, or shame. @@color:orange;''“Don’t tell mom, ok?”''@@ Bonnie pleads, @@color:orange;''“…I love you, princess”''@@. You’re horrified by this development, anxiously looking to Melanie for some kind of catharsis. Her eyes are almost completely closed, glazed over, peeking absently through heavy lids. The expression on her face does nothing to ease your nerves, and your mood sinks further. You feel terrible about what just happened, and merely bearing witness to it was enough to disturb you. At the same time, Melanie actually got off on this kind of treatment, so you’re very confused about how to feel. What if she enjoys the abuse, and Bonnie is just facilitating her pleasure. Either way, you’re repulsed, and your little dick has long since receded back into the safety of your pink panties. The debilitating thought process puts you off guard for a moment, and when Bonnie catches you by the wrist, you’re slow to respond. In one fluid motion, she tugs you off the bed, spins you around, and shoves you onto all fours - right on top of Melanie. Your panties are yanked down so quickly and violently that you gasp at the cold air kissing your bare cheeks. When Bonnie’s dripping strapon cock contacts the back of your thigh, your asshole clenches up tight, and your back arches dramatically. @@color:orange;''“Now it’s YOUR turn…”''@@ Bonnie declares, placing a hand on the small of your back. [[Next|Week 2 Tuesday : Bonnie 3]]

Every muscle in your body tightens up at the fate about to befall you. Not just pain, but with the girth of her cock, you could potentially rupture something internally, so your reaction is immediate. ''“NO!”'' you cry out, scrambling on all fours, trying to escape Bonnie’s insatiable wrath. @@color:orange;''“WHAT!?”''@@ she roars, trying to get control of your hips. The excess of fluids make it difficult for her, and you’re able to slip away. Swinging your butt from side to side, you squiggle away like a worm. With one big push, you try to propel yourself off the bed using your arms. ''“AAAAIIIIEEEEEEE!!”'' you shriek, nearly losing consciousness from a sudden, incredible pain. Your vision goes white, to the point where you don’t even know where you are anymore, your ears ringing so hard, they threaten to drive you mad. It’s a whole new world, made up of nothing but torturous, unadulterated agony. Mercifully, the laws of entropy seem to apply here as well, causing your pain to slowly recede in intensity, before dimly depositing you back into reality. ….. @@color:orange;''“…and do everything that I say, is that understood?”''@@ the words rouse you from your haze, sounding far off, distant to a point where you can scarcely identify their owner. As the pain subsides, it retreats back to the source, and you begin to realize what just happened. Lacking the leverage to restrain your slick body, Bonnie was only able to find one opportune handhold - your dangling ball sack. Resisting the urge to empty your stomach, your senses gradually become acute again, and terrifyingly, she still has you ‘well in hand’. @@color:orange;''“I SAID… Is that UNDERSTOOD?”''@@ booms a deep voice belonging to Bonnie. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniesqueeze.gif" width="263" height="197"></center> It’s absolutely not understood, as you didn’t catch much of what she said, but your mouth acts on its own, ''“Yes! Pleeeease!”''. By the time your brain catches up, you’re grateful that your mouth preemptively threw in the towel for you. @@color:orange;''“Then get back in position”''@@ she instructs a little more calmly, guiding you backward by using your balls as a leash. ''“UUUUHHH”'' you groan, the lingering pain of your sore balls flares back up at the slightest molestation. Awkwardly shuffling backward on numb legs, you try to minimize any further damage to your terrorized little testes. Once in position, a sense of dread assails your mind, as a long, hard object presses tightly against your thigh. It all suddenly floods back in, that it’s ‘your turn now’. She’s going to fuck you. That big pink cock is going to tear your asshole open, and she’s gonna fuck it like a pussy. A fucking so savage that it can completely incapacitate the town whore. This could be how your life ends… getting fucked to death by a five foot tall redhead wearing a big, pink dick. Your fight or flight instincts kick in again, but are halted in their tracks when Bonnie readjusts her grip on your balls. Frozen in place, the sharp discomfort reminds you of the unimaginable pain you just experienced, and you immediately break down. With your heart racing, your breathing becomes erratic, giving in to panic at this impassable moment. You can’t go through that again… you just can’t. @@color:orange;''“WELL?”''@@ Bonnie barks, sounding irritated and impatient, @@color:orange;''“What are you WAITING for???”''@@. Exhaling a deep breath, you try to regain control of your breathing. Steadying yourself on all fours, your back begin to arch, turning up your perky ass. Bonnie finishes her sentence, @@color:orange;''“Go ahead… FUCK her”''@@. //''...what?''// you think, suddenly jerking your head to the side, trying to comprehend what just happened. She meant that it was your turn to fuck Melanie, but you thought she was going to fuck you instead. Why did your mind immediately go there? Inflicting upon you this unnecessary grief and suffering. Knowing all the while, if you had just trusted Bonnie, none of this would have happened. Chastened at the thought, Bonnie releases her grip on your genitals, as if she had read your mind, and deemed you worthy. When your head turns back to Melanie, it is a pitiful sight. Her eyes are barely open, staring off to the side at a particularly bare spot on the wall. Her breasts lay motionless, each one hanging limply to the side, as if trying to roll off her chest. Trailing your gaze down, her legs lay wide open, splayed out invitingly with whorish allure. The inside of her thighs are spotted with little round bruises, ranging in color from mustard yellow to dark purple. The remnant fingerprints of aggressive lovers, with some marks clearly older than others, indicating that she is used regularly. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/melaniegape.jpg" width="320" height="240"></center> Her cavernous vagina gapes open, still oozing the synthetic sperm from Bonnie’s pink, pussy destroyer. The same one that forcefully stretched her open and compromised the elasticity of her twat. It refuses to close now, persisting as a reminder, and a show of obedience to its owner. Your own cock is completely flaccid, feeling cold and numb at the sight and task before you. ''“AH!”'' you start, as Bonnie’s palm comes down hard on your ass, vibrating painfully in your abused balls. Lowering yourself into the missionary position, you line your dick up with Melanie’s wrecked cunt. Sure enough, your cock refuses to cooperate in this act, hanging uselessly between your legs. When your limp penis begins to enter her, it doesn’t even touch the sides of her labia, and you’re humiliatingly reminded of the game, Operation. For a moment, you look up into Melanie’s face, hoping that she might moan, or offer you some kind of encouragement. It’s such a selfish thought after all she’s been through, that she would come to life now, just to stroke the ego of your waning masculinity. She is completely motionless, like a corpse, and if not for the rise and fall of her chest, you would swear she was dead. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/melanielimp.gif" width="300" height="225"></center> @@color:orange;''“Come ON!”''@@ Bonnie gruffly insists, @@color:orange;''“FUCK her!”''@@. Placing her hands on your hips, she pushes you down hard, mushing your pelvis against Melanie’s sopping wet pussy. The mixture of fluids squish disgustingly against your flesh, repulsing you even further by this unsavory act. Just out of sheer obedience, you allow her to guide your motions, thrusting your hips in and out against Melanie’s pussy. Still in protest, your shriveled pecker refuses to perform for Bonnie’s amusement. Every backward stroke frees your penis completely, left damp, and dangling in the open air. The inward thrusts can barely be considered penetration at all, as her gaping maw swallows up your little dick. It hangs free even inside of her, occupying the empty space that would otherwise be filled by a REAL cock. @@color:orange;''“UUURRGHH”''@@ Bonnie growls, @@color:orange;''“That’s ENOUGH!”''@@. Pulling you by the hair, she raises you off on Melanie, jerking you upright, but still kneeling on the edge of the mattress. @@color:orange;''“…you WHORE!”''@@ she suddenly screams, bringing her palm down hard on the inside of Melanie’s thigh, producing a thunderous clap. Melanie gasps sharply, bolting nearly upright at the waist, like waking from a nightmare. @@color:pink;''“oooooowwww”''@@ she cries, as Bonnie’s fingers contract, digging her nails into Melanie’s tender flesh. @@color:orange;''“Get the FUCK out of here you worthless CUNT!”''@@ she suddenly spits out with genuine contempt. Melanie quickly recoils, backing up on the bed until she’s off the edge and tumbling to the floor. Obviously not waiting to see if Bonnie changes her mind, she hastily gathers up her clothing. With a casual, but scathing tone of voice, she belittles Melanie further, @@color:orange;''“I’ll call you the next time I want to FUCK you…”''@@. You watch as Melanie slouches, eyes downcast, she plods towards the doorway, completely naked with garments in hand. @@color:orange;''“Get DOWN!”''@@ Bonnie suddenly orders, shoving your head forward hard enough to bend you in half. @@color:orange;''“So you don’t like pussy, huh?”''@@ she suggests. With one hand on the back of your neck, she easily pins you into a position similar to Melanie’s - Face down, ass up. @@color:orange;''“Maybe you’re all about the COCK! Hehehe”''@@ she lecherously chortles in a voice too deep for her diminutive stature. @@color:orange;''“Then TAKE IT!”''@@ she grunts, suddenly climbing onto the bed and mounting your from behind. ''“UUUUUHHHH”'' you whine, as the bulbous head of her strapon pushes directly against your tight, tiny pucker. It’s at least triple the girth of anything you might reasonably be able to handle, and the panic sets in immediately. Twitching under her weight, you’re completely immobile, except for your head, which you turn toward Melanie. For a brief moment, she meets your eyes with a pitying look, akin to look you gave her earlier. The similarities go beyond that, because like you, she makes no attempt to intervene. Bonnie growls in frustration, forcing the massive pole against your unyielding ring, cursing severely between clenched teeth, @@color:orange;''“Grrr…… fucken….. bitch!”''@@ ''“AHHHH-oooooow”'' you squeal like a girl, and even though you’re nowhere near taking her girth, you can feel the very tip of her cock stretching open your little hole. At that, the door slams shut, and you can hear Melanie breaking into a sprint right outside the room, stomping her way down the stairs. [[Next|Week 2 Tuesday : Bonnie 4]]

All at once, the pressure on your anus disappears, and Bonnie releases her hold on the back of your neck. @@color:orange;''“Heeheehee, that was FUN!”''@@ she giggles, although sounding very natural, it’s ominous to your ears. The sweet, plucky girl crouches down behind you, rubbing her hand across your butt, with a concerned tone to her cute voice, @@color:orange;''“Are you, ok? …did I hurt you??”''@@. Confused by her sudden shift, the delay gives you a chance to collect yourself. Her veritable personality disorder troubles you, but if this means you won’t have your colon forcibly prolapsed in the next few seconds, then you’re all for it. ''“Yes”'' you finally reply, ''“Yes you did…”''. Bonnie falls silent for a few seconds, before suddenly hugging you around your butt, with her boobs pressed up against your cheeks. It’s a very awkward position, but for some reason, her embrace is comforting. You’re so glad that cute Bonnie is back… why can’t she be like this all the time? @@color:orange;''“I’m sorry”''@@ she apologizes, wholeheartedly. There’s no way you can believe her at this point, but it sure sounds like she believes it. @@color:orange;''“Should I kiss it better?”''@@ she suggests, suddenly pushing her face right into your butt, and kissing you square on the asshole. ''“AH!”'' you squeak, unprepared to feel her wet lips contacting your hole. @@color:orange;''“Muah! Muah! Muah!”''@@ she lovingly rains kisses down on your little dirty spot, washing it over in globs of saliva. The sensation is intoxicating, in fact, given the circumstances, you don’t know why you’re feeling so good right now. Could it be that after enduring so much pain and misery, the very absence of it is euphoric? ''“My balls…”'' you whisper, ''“…you hurt my balls”''. It’s so embarrassing to admit that out loud, but this may be a state where she is more empathetic to your plight. @@color:orange;''“Awwwwwww! You’re SO cute!”''@@ she giggles, lowering her hand to cup your hanging balls from behind, @@color:orange;''“Is that better, sweetheart?”''@@. ''“Ahhhhh”'' you sigh contentedly, basking in the pleasure of her careful attention. Now that you’re at ease, you can feel your cock begin to fill up with blood. @@color:orange;''“Mmmmmm, you DO like this…”''@@ Bonnie notes, using her other hand to take control of your cock as well. You’re fully erect, and after only a few seconds, you can feel your impending climax approaching at a surprising rate. With a slight tug at your balls, Bonnie coaxes you into a back and forth motion, so that you’re essentially humping the air. Stimulating both, your balls and cock, her tongue finds it way back to your hole, giving it a long, hard lick. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonnierim.gif" width="327" height="270"></center> ''“EE!”'' you emit a little high pitched sound as a bolt of sexual pleasure erupts from your boy-hole, shooting right down to the tips of your toes. @@color:orange;''“Hahahaha”''@@ Bonnie laughs, genuinely amused, but it feels like mockery given your unmasculine conduct. @@color:orange;''“Horny little butt-slut!”''@@ she teases, absolutely tickled by this whole thing. This feels so amazing, and she’s so cute and playful, that for a moment, you truly cut loose. All of your previous shame and insecurity is converted into pleasure, flipping over like a light switch. You begin to vocalize your desperate breaths, panting rapidly to the pace of her busy hands ''“Hah-hah-hah”''. Shamelessly, you push back against her tongue with your needy ass. Allowing yourself this liberation for only a few seconds is enough to send you into pleasure overload, ''“AHHH-”'' you gasp in anticipation. When you push your ass back this time, Bonnie spears her tongue right past your sphincter, immediately pushing you over the edge. ''“UUUUUUNNNGGHHHHH!”'' you groan, clamping down tightly on her tongue. Bonnie’s hand comes off your balls to cup the tip of your cock, collecting the errant blasts of your hot ejaculate in her palm. Your body spasms, spurting uncontrollably, as the thick fluid is forced out of your balls. The extraordinary intensity of the climax makes every muscle in your body go slack. With your eyes shut, in ecstasy, your mind clouds over, wavering on the brink of a well deserved slumber. Barely aware of your surroundings, what you do detect, is the wide smile plastered across your face. @@color:orange;''“Hahaha”''@@ she cackles, @@color:orange;''“Wow! You came in less than a minute! Heehee, that’s so CUTE!”''@@. Her words barely register, as your head swims in a lagoon of pure bliss, @@color:orange;''“Don’t worry, sweetheart… I can help you with that problem”''@@. When you feel Bonnie shift her weight on the bed, one of your eyes slides open, @@color:orange;''“You’re gonna LOVE this… trust me…”''@@. Her words slice through your post-coital paradise, and you become alarmed when her hand spreads open one of your cheeks. [[Next|Week 2 Tuesday : Bonnie 5]]

You can’t believe it, after all this, she’s still going to fuck you. At this point, you’re completely defeated, and you can only hope that she will be gentle. Although you can mentally steel yourself against what’s coming, your body responds independently, causing your legs to quiver in anticipation. There is a short pause, and you’re unsure of what Bonnie is doing, but you hope that she’s reconsidering this course of action. Your question is answered when you hear the music begin to play. [["Sweet Dreams" by The Eurythmics|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qeMFqkcPYcg]] Pushing you flat down on your stomach, Bonnie kneels behind you, preparing to mount your ass with the gigantic dildo protruding from her crotch. The tension of the moment eradicates your sleepy contentment, and you begin to take deep, panic breaths. Just when you think she’s about to rip you open with that monster cock, you feel a weight land on the mattress right beside your head. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniepinkdildo.jpg" width="569" height="290"></center> It confuses you at first, but that feeling is quickly replaced by a growing calm, relieved to know that cock is not currently poised to violate your ass. You even exhale at the thought, the stress of worry melting away, allowing you to relax again, knowing that the worst of things is over now. It comes as quite a surprise when Bonnie thrusts her hips forward, and a long, hard shaft batters through your vulnerable sphincter. ''“FUUUUUUCK!”'' you cry out, the searing pain in your ass stretching your limbs out stiff. Bonnie had obviously switched out her strapon for a much smaller one while you were distracted. @@color:orange;''“Awwww…”''@@ Bonnie teases, @@color:orange;''“Does it hurt?”''@@. ''“Yeah it fucking hurts!”'' you immediately retort, angry at her sudden penetration, but unable to resist in this position. You can feel that she used some kind of heated lubricant jelly though, because if you were dry, it wouldn’t have delved so deeply with a single thrust. Her hips begin to move slightly, sliding the slick rod forward and back, but only a minute distance. @@color:orange;''“Well you better get used to it sweetie, because you’re my bitch now, heeheehee”''@@ she giggles, @@color:orange;''“Say it! Say you’re my bitch!”''@@. There’s no doubt that she’s authoritative, but her tone is that of bratty girl. For a moment, you pause, neglecting to answer her question, and she doesn’t wait long before continuing. @@color:orange;''“hmmhmmhmm”''@@ she titters in amusement, @@color:orange;''“You still think you’re a MAN, K?”''@@. The length of her strokes begins to increase, producing a modicum of increased discomfort in your inflamed ring. @@color:orange;''“A real man fucks PUSSY!”''@@ she declares, pushing into you a little more abruptly, and even deeper than before. For a second the pain intensifies, as if to remind you that you shouldn’t be enjoying this. @@color:orange;''“But not you, you can’t get it up for pussy!”''@@ she recalls, @@color:orange;''“And you came in less than a minute when I played with your ass!”''@@. Her tone is accusatory, confronting you with facts that can’t be refuted, but it’s skewed, and you’re not really sold on her faulty logic. Bonnie seems to detect your lack of compliance, maybe because you’re not screaming out - ‘I’m your bitch’. Momentarily ignoring your insolence, she elects to prove her point at the tip of a spear. ''“AAHHH! FUCK!”'' you curse, grinding your teeth as her cock ruthlessly pushes forward. The feeling of fullness occupies your senses, even more foreign and troubling than the pain itself. @@color:orange;''“Come on… Admit it!”''@@ Bonnie insists, painfully sawing half the length of her cock into your anus. @@color:orange;''“Ever since the caveman days, men fucked pussy”''@@ she lectures, while at the same time demonstrates, by fucking YOUR pussy. @@color:orange;''“That’s what you’re supposed to do as a man… To find a fertile, vulnerable girl, chase her down, wrestle her to the ground, and FUCK HER!”''@@ she pounds all the way in, burying herself to the hilt and producing a wet, squelching sound from your hole. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniestrap2.gif" width="480" height="283"></center> ''“urrrrrrrr”'' you growl around the pain, but deep down, the tip of her cock teases out a strange pang of delight. The pleasure is just barely perceptible through the unpleasant stretching of your ring. @@color:orange;''“You’re supposed to fuck her! Then cum inside, and that’s where babies come from”''@@ she condescendingly explains. @@color:orange;''“But is that what happened?”''@@ Bonnie asks, finding a slow but steady pace to her fuck rhythm. @@color:orange;''“No!”''@@ she points out, @@color:orange;''“I’m the one who caught YOU! Then I took your cum FROM you, and now I’m ramming right back up your ASS! Heeheehee”''@@. Her words are echoed by the sloshing sound coming from your butt, as she begins to fuck you vigorously, laying flat against your back. The force of her words is only exceeded by her thrusts, and she clearly has no qualms about ‘ramming the point home’. Your pleasure button is being poked incessantly, while the pain actually begins to subside. Are you really getting used to this? Or do her words actually bear that much weight? Bonnie’s breasts press tightly against your back, as her hips buck into you with strong, deliberate strokes. @@color:orange;''“Are you a man? Huh?”''@@ she whispers, solidifying that you're not a man with every subsequent thrust. What disturbs you most, is that the pain has all but vanished, and all you can feel is her heat, her will, and her steel-hard dick tickling your insides. //''It feels so good! Why does it feel so GOOD?!''// you lament, ashamed to be enjoying this, but there’s no denying it anymore. A part of you wants to embrace this, but it’s just so humiliating that you can’t allow yourself to behave like some kind of a slut. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniestrap3.gif" width="395" height="239"></center> Bonnie grips you tightly by the back of the neck, pulling her cock nearly all the way out before viciously slamming it all the way back in. @@color:orange;''“BREAK you fucking CUNT!”''@@ she growls, fucking you with thrusts brutal enough to rattle your brain from the impact to your backside. All of the pressures collapse on you at once; Mental, physical, and even ontological. A switch flips in your brain, and you are free, every obstacle in your way crumbling to dust. ''“uuuunnhh”'' you moan, feeling the tension in your body melt away. Before you can think to stop yourself, you begin to push your ass back against Bonnie’s cock. @@color:orange;''“Yeeeees”''@@ she coos in your ear, @@color:orange;''“Ever since the first time we met, I could feel you pushing this hungry little ass back against me”''@@. Her strokes get milder and more sensual, while your throbbing dick rubs against the damp mattress below you, @@color:orange;''“From the very beginning, you wanted this… needed it!”''@@. Your entire body tingles at the sensation, and you’re barely able to draw breath with her rigid pole filling you so thoroughly. @@color:orange;''“Right in your - LITTLE!”''@@ she accentuates the word with a violent thrust, eliciting the pain to return, but you almost enjoy it now. Every one of her words is accompanied by the forceful, dominant penetration of your submissive asshole, @@color:orange;''“PRISSY! - SISSY! - PUSSY!!!”''@@. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniestrap4.gif" width="320" height="169"></center> ''“EEEEEEEEEE”'' you whine like a slut, losing yourself in the moment. The rough dicking bullies your stimulated prostate enough to force a shuddering climax. @@color:orange;''“AAAARRRRGGHHH!”''@@ Bonnie roars in triumph, fucking you through your orgasm with reckless abandon. You’re a ragdoll, completely limp, except for your dick, that twitches violently, spurting like a lawn sprinkler. The intense orgasm makes you nearly oblivious to that fact Bonnie is continuing to fuck you, jostling your body around with every thrust. Just as you’re reaching the peak of your sexual nirvana, Bonnie eases her strapon out of your ass. There is a feeling of emptiness so profound, that it takes away from the full enjoyment of your climax. Reflexively, you clench your hole, but it doesn’t feel normal, like it’s unable to close completely. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniestrapgape.jpg" width="533" height="520"></center> @@color:orange;''“I’m so proud of you”''@@ Bonnie whispers, kissing you tenderly on the cheek. Without another word, you can feel her rise up off the bed, leaving the room and closing the door behind her - @@color:orange;''“And don’t forget your panties next time”''@@ she instructs, her final words muffled from behind the door. You’re not sure how much time passes, but the song continues to play on repeat, acting as the only external stimulus as you’re lost in your own thoughts. Dazed and fatigued, you can’t think straight at the moment, unable to determine whether this is who you really are, or if it was just a moment of weakness. Kneeling upright on the bed, you feel a rush of fluid escape from your slightly distended anus, running down one of your legs. A shiver runs up your spine, confronting the shame of your actions without the warm, protective blanket of sexual pleasure to dilute the emotion. It’s even more unnerving to know that the semen is your own, not to suggest you would prefer someone else’s cum in your ass. The thought burns your cheeks, so you quickly begin to wipe yourself down with the bed sheets. Annoyingly, your butt keeps leaking out the gross stuff, and you’re forced to push it out manually. You’ve never been so humiliated, shitting your own cum out onto Bonnie’s bed, after she forcefully packed it into your colon. Taking the panties in your hand, you make it downstairs without running into Bonnie again. Dressing in your clothes, still discarded by the front door, your mind races uncontrollably. There’s no way you can reconcile these thoughts and feelings, not in this state. The best you can hope for, is making it back to school without limping, so people don’t notice that you just got stuffed like a turkey. As far as Bonnie goes, you probably shouldn’t visit her again, unless you enjoy being dominated up the ass. In the back of your mind, some part of you thinks, //''It’s not the worst thing in the world''//. <<set $sub = $sub + 10>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 10>>\ <<print "Masculinity -10">> <<print "Submission +10">> [[Next|Week 2 Monday : Lunch]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/spookyforest.jpg" width="800" height="450"></center> Mounting up, the pair of you ride into the light wood, keeping the road just barely within sight. Managing little more than a light trot over the difficult terrain, this approach has a fairly large impact on the speed of your passage. Considering the consequences of being caught out in the open, you don't mind exchanging speed for stealth. Under the curtain of night, you miss the lantern light provided by the carriage. Of course, nothing would give away your position like that unmistakable beacon. The one thing you do appreciate, is the fur-lined riding coat held tightly around your otherwise bare skin. Unwavering, you steadily press onward, riding through the chill of night. With all of your senses dedicated to staying on course and searching for predators (human or otherwise), you travel in complete silence. Encumbered by hunger and fatigue, your resolution is unwavering, determined to deliver you to salvation, and someday… back home. The pink, breaking light of dawn pierces through the accursed night, bathing you in the warm embrace of its radiance. You can feel the glorious heat touch your face, energizing your muscles, and nourishing you back to health. Moisture returns to your eyeballs, clearing your sight, and your blood surges as a new glimmer of hope blossoms within your breast. Beams of light streak between the boughs, blasting holes through the fading darkness that was covering your escape. It takes a moment for your eyes to properly adjust, but your vision soon extends far enough to see a break in the treeline ahead. Upon reaching the boundary of the forest, a wide open field rolls off into the distance, giving way to a massive valley below. Your heart jumps at the sight before you. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/tarvalon.jpg" width="622" height="336"></center> An impressive island fortress comes into view on the horizon; the steep, shimmering walls glitter in the sunlight. Encircled by water on all sides, a sextuple of bridges arc impossibly through the air, connecting the fortress to the mainland. Even from this distance, you spot riders and carriages traversing the bridges without issue. An artificial cove reveals the sizable port within, and when a ship is launched, it sails beneath the bridges without any danger to the tall mast. At the center of the fortress lies the citadel; an astounding tower reaching far into the sky. Just as the walls, it shines miraculously, refracting light to cycle through every color imaginable, and some you fail to fully conceptualize. The very engineering of this structure beggars belief, and there is something unnatural about it. No mere stonemason could have created something of such… power - The power to send you home. <<if $jain == 1>>\ [[Next|Week 2 RPG : City Jain]] <</if>>\ <<if $roh == 1>>\ [[Next|Week 2 RPG : City Roh]] <</if>>\

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/tarvalon.jpg" width="622" height="336"></center> Sharing a hopeful look with your companion, you begin to dismount, ''“We go on foot from here, and travelling off the road will only raise suspicion now”''. After a brief pause, Roh dismounts as well. Working quickly, you unbind the horse, dropping saddle and bridle to the dewy earth below. The horse snorts appreciatively, nuzzling against your shoulder. Patting the side of his head, you stroke the weary animal along the depressions left by the leather straps. Roh seems to delay a while longer, but follows suit, freeing his mount from bondage and following into step behind you. It takes the better part of an hour to reach the city, and as you grow nearer, you spot a bustling outer settlement surrounding the island. The architecture is far less elaborate, consisting of nothing but rudimentary structures born of wood and thatch. Oaken planks serve as a walkway for pedestrians, while horses, carts and livestock dominate the center of of the hard-packed dirt roads. Meagerly attired as you are, it comes as little surprise that you’re able to walk freely among the peasant denizens of this realm. Pleasant aromas waft from morning cookfires nearby, intermixed with a hint of rotting vegetables and dung. Your stomach rumbles in response, but it comes second to your ultimate goals. Crossing through the town, you approach the nearest bridge, bound for the shining fortress beyond. As you draw closer, you immediately spot two heavily armored guards hefting polearms twice their own height. @@color:slateblue;''“Halt!”''@@ One of the guards orders, @@color:slateblue;''“Present your seal, and state your business”''@@. Stepping forward, you take the lead, throwing your head back imperiously and speaking with all the authority becoming of a noble ''“I am Princess Jain the Light, and I come bearing ill tidings of urgent demand! I must speak with your lord and master”''. He blinks in surprise and concern at your words, @@color:slateblue;''“…I see, and do you bear the seal?”''@@. ''“Unfortunately not”'' you frown, seeing his brows immediately furrow in disbelief, ''“We were attacked with such speed and ferocity that I was barely to escape with my skin, let alone my seal”''. His head tilts to one side, as far as his armor would allow, suggesting that he is uncertainly considering your words. ''“The Queen…”'' you begin, suddenly overcome by emotion, ''“My MOTHER… was not so lucky”''. Tears begin to well up in your eyes, and your jaw quivers in anger as your fiery gaze meets his. There is obvious sympathy in his eyes, and he knows the truth when he hears it. Slowly nodding his head in support, he finally speaks, @@color:slateblue;''“Apologies… but In these troubled times, with darkfriends hiding in every shadow, it’s not my place to make exceptions”''@@. Feeling gutted, you would beg him, If not for the training afforded by your noble stature. ''“I understand, but time is short, and the consequences dire! Deliver my message to your lord, and tell-”''. @@color:slateblue;''“MY orders are CLEAR”''@@ he suddenly barks, interrupting your plead, @@color:slateblue;''“And I’m duty-bound to follow them”''@@. The finality of his tone makes it obvious that he will hear no further argument. Though it irks you to be barred by a common guardsman, you do understand why this is happening. Such a figure is not privy to the schemes and strategies of the power structure, and nor should he be. He represents little more than a pawn in a larger game, and the optimal performance expected of him should be just that - following orders, and not making decisions. If he were a member of your own guard, you would expect, and demand, him to behave exactly so. @@color:green;''“HEY!”''@@ Roh suddenly blurts out at a surprising volume, @@color:green;''“Are you DEAF!??”''@@. @@color:green;''“They’re COMING!”''@@ he urges, stepping towards the guard. @@color:slateblue;''“STAND AWAY!”''@@ the guard orders, lowering his weapon to point it at Roh, now mirrored by his silent compatriot. Nearly impaling himself on one of the long spears, he swats at it in annoyance, as if swatting away a fly, @@color:green;''“You FOOL!”''@@. The spear returns to position within a fraction of a second, but Roh rages on, @@color:green;''“You’d march off a CLIFF if they ordered it!”''@@. @@color:green;''“To HELL with your BLOODY honor!”''@@ he curses, nearly spitting in the process, @@color:green;''“If you want to be an honorable pile of bones bleaching in the sun, then SO BE IT! But you’re not taking ME with you!”''@@. The guards hunker down into a fighting stance, stepping apart to begin a flanking formation against their solitary foe. Roh’s eyes narrow, and you can see his muscles tense in anticipation, spoiling for a fight. ''“ENOUGH!”'' you roar, catching Roh by the shoulder. When you’re unable to budge him, you lay a hand across his chest, intended to soothe rather than shove. Although a minor standoff occurs, it only lasts a few seconds after you physically place yourself between Roh and the guards. Luckily, the guards see fit to stand down first, stepping back into position and raising their weapons skyward. It seems as if they experience such outbursts on a regular basis, and they’re well disciplined to boot. Truly, these forces are well trained, as you might have expected from the impressiveness of the fortress itself. ''“Guardsman!”'' you announce, as formally as you would with one of your own wards, ''“How might we procure a seal to enter the city, and deliver our message?”''. Speaking methodically in well practiced words, he repeats what sounds like an edict, @@color:slateblue;''“The city is shut by order of the Amyrlin Seat… Nobles, lords and their servants… Messengers, passengers and tradesmen… Missionaries, mercenaries and refugees… All, must bear the seal to be permitted entry”''@@. @@color:green;''“So, she’s tight as a drum, huh?”''@@ Roh quips, but thankfully the guardsman seems unaffected. He has a point, that although the regulations are strict, there must be thousands of people moving in and out of the city - there’s no way it could survive otherwise. The guard continues, ignoring the interruption and fulfilling his duty, @@color:slateblue;''“And hereinafter, the crime of forgery be punishable by summary execution”''@@. With his speech delivered, he breaks contact with you, busying himself in manning his post. It’s a less than subtle message that this conversation is over. Preparing to depart, you notice Roh still lingering, his eyeline aimed at something beyond the guards themselves. It immediately strikes you that he’s thinking of some suicidal attack strategy where he takes on the whole city single-handed, so you jerk him by the shoulder. Stepping away from the guards, you begin to consider your options. On one hand, you could try your luck in the trade quarter, hoping to secure some kind of apprenticeship. On the other, you can try the marketplace for an alternative way of procuring a seal. [[Marketplace|Week 2 RPG : City Market]] [[Trade Quarter|Week 2 RPG : Trade Quarter]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/tarvalon.jpg" width="622" height="336"></center> Sharing a hopeful look with your companion, she begins to dismount, @@color:red;''“We go on foot from here, and travelling off the road will only raise suspicion now”''@@. After a brief pause to consider her reasoning, you dismount as well. Working quickly, you unbind the horse, dropping saddle and bridle to the dewy earth below. The horse snorts appreciatively, nuzzling against your shoulder. Patting the side of his head, you stroke the weary animal along the depressions left by the leather straps. This could be a mistake, and if things turn sour in the city, it would be nice to have these horses for a potential escape. If you don’t make it back though, the poor animals could starve to death tied to a tree, so you decide against it. It takes the better part of an hour to reach the city, and as you grow nearer, you spot a bustling outer settlement surrounding the island. The architecture is far less elaborate, consisting of nothing but rudimentary structures born of wood and thatch. Oaken planks serve as a walkway for pedestrians, while horses, carts and livestock dominate the center of of the hard-packed dirt roads. Meagerly attired as you are, it comes as little surprise that you’re able to walk freely among the peasant denizens of this realm. Pleasant aromas waft from morning cookfires nearby, intermixed with a hint of rotting vegetables and dung. Your stomach rumbles in response, but it comes second to your ultimate goals. Crossing through the town, you approach the nearest bridge, bound for the shining fortress beyond. As you draw closer, you immediately spot two heavily armored guards hefting polearms twice their own height. @@color:slateblue;''“Halt!”''@@ One of the guards orders, @@color:slateblue;''“Present your seal, and state your business”''@@. Stepping forward, Jain takes the lead, throwing her head back imperiously and speaking with all the authority becoming of a noble @@color:red;''“I am Princess Jain the Light, and I come bearing ill tidings of urgent demand! I must speak with your lord and master”''@@. He blinks in surprise and concern at her words, @@color:slateblue;''“…I see, and do you bear the seal?”''@@. @@color:red;''“Unfortunately not”''@@ she frowns, @@color:red;''“We were attacked with such speed and ferocity that I was barely to escape with my skin, let alone my seal”''@@. His head tilts to one side, as far as his armor would allow, suggesting that he is uncertainly considering her words. @@color:red;''“The Queen…”''@@ she begin, suddenly overcome by emotion, @@color:red;''“My MOTHER… was not so lucky”''@@. Tears begin to well up in her eyes, and her jaw quivers in anger. There is obvious sympathy in his eyes, and he knows the truth when he hears it. Slowly nodding his head in support, he finally speaks, @@color:slateblue;''“Apologies… but In these troubled times, with darkfriends hiding in every shadow, it’s not my place to make exceptions”''@@. His words infuriate you, and your fists clench tightly in an attempt to redirect your growing ire. @@color:red;''“I understand, but time is short, and the consequences dire! Deliver my message to your lord, and tell-”''@@ Jain suggests, more calmly than you would have imagined. @@color:slateblue;''“MY orders are CLEAR”''@@ he suddenly barks, interrupting her plead, @@color:slateblue;''“And I’m duty-bound to follow them”''@@. The finality of his tone makes it obvious that he will hear no further argument. Falling silent, Jain seems crestfallen and lost in thought. She failed, as you knew she would… Nobody responds favorably to soft, polite, pleading words. Especially not fighting men - they only understand one thing. ''“HEY!”'' You suddenly blurt out, startling the guardsman ''“Are you DEAF!??”''. ''“They’re COMING!”'' you urge, stepping towards the guard. If his ears aren’t working today, you might have to beat it into him. @@color:slateblue;''“STAND AWAY!”''@@ the guard warns, lowering his weapon to point it at your chest, now mirrored by his silent compatriot. His aggression immediately sets you off, fuming that he would dare challenge you physically. Instead of backing up, you press forward into his weapon, swatting it away in disdain, ''“You FOOL!”''. The spear returns to position within a fraction of a second, ''“You’d march off a CLIFF if they ordered it!”''. ''“To HELL with your BLOODY honor!”'' you curse, nearly spitting in the process, ''“If you want to be an honorable pile of bones bleaching in the sun, then SO BE IT! But you’re not taking ME with you!”''. The guards hunker down into a fighting stance, stepping apart to begin a flanking formation against their solitary foe. Dropping lower into your stance, you attention is focused on the guardsman who spoke. He is clearly of higher rank, therefore better trained, constituting a greater threat. The whelp to his side looks uneasy, holding his weapon in a slightly improper grip. If you circle towards him to counter the flanking attack, overcoming the reach of his spear should be easy. If you’re quick enough, you could have him over the edge of the bridge and into the waters below. With the amount of armor this coward is wearing, he’ll sink like a stone, leaving only mister honorable to worry about. There isn't a doubt in your mind that could best him, though unarmed as you are, it would be very difficult. @@color:red;''“ENOUGH!”''@@ Jain roars, laying a hand across your chest, intended to soothe rather than hold you back. The guards see fit to stand down first, stepping back into position and raising their weapons skyward. They probably realized they were no match for you, taking any chance to back out of a fight. For all that talk of honor, their obedience far exceeds their own self-respect. @@color:red;''“Guardsman!”''@@ Jain announces, @@color:red;''“How might we procure a seal to enter the city, and deliver our message?”''@@. Speaking methodically in well practiced words, he repeats what sounds like an edict, @@color:slateblue;''“The city is shut by order of the Amyrlin Seat… Nobles, lords and their servants… Messengers, passengers and tradesmen… Missionaries, mercenaries and refugees… All, must bear the seal to be permitted entry”''@@. ''“So, she’s tight as a drum, huh?”'' you quip, but the guardsman seems unaffected, completely ignoring your jab at his precious honor. These city dwellers are completely ass-backward, letting anyone with a sack of grain and an emblem into the city, but barring entry to the only people who could actually save them. The guard continues, ignoring your interruption, @@color:slateblue;''“And hereinafter, the crime of forgery be punishable by summary execution”''@@. With his speech delivered, he breaks contact with you, busying himself in manning his post. It’s a less than subtle message that this conversation is over. Beyond the guards, and across the bridge, you spot another fortified checkpoint. Quite a few obstacles block your path to the city, and there’s no way to scale those walls without looking like a fly in the milk. A frontal assault would be impossible, and stealth has never been your area of expertise. Jain breaks you out of thought with an abrupt tug on your shoulder, redirecting your focus to the task at hand. Stepping away from the guards, you begin to consider your options. On one hand, you could try your luck in the trade quarter, hoping to secure some kind of apprenticeship. On the other, you can try the marketplace for an alternative way of procuring a seal. [[Marketplace|Week 2 RPG : City Market]] [[Trade Quarter|Week 2 RPG : Trade Quarter]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/marketplace.jpg" width="768" height="336"></center> The townsfolk busy themselves with morning preparations to sell their wares. A plethora of stalls, carts and barkers makeup the busy bazaar. Mingling with the growing crowd, you begin to make inquiries about obtaining a seal. The hawkers are only interested in trying to sell their products, including a wide assortment of trinkets, fabrics and foodstuffs. It’s a fruitless pursuit, save for some free samples that your stomach is grateful for. The other folk are even less helpful, unwilling to answer your questions, and some even compete against you, seeking a seal of their own. After an hour has passed, it seems a hopeless pursuit, and you decide to try your luck in the trade quarter - until someone approaches you. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/sallow.jpg" width="480" height="330"></center> @@color:slateblue;''“Ho, travelers”''@@ greets the fairly large stranger, @@color:slateblue;''“I understand that you seek entrance into the city”''@@. A middle-aged fellow, his weather-beaten skin accompanied by a cloth wrapping around his head, covering one eye. His build and stance make him seem capable, formidable; like a grizzled war veteran. @@color:slateblue;''“The name’s Sallow… I need another two Juggers, and together, we can all gain entry to the city”''@@ his words are sincere, but urgent, as if time was in short supply. Although you’re not exactly sure what he’s proposing, this does come as a quick and convenient solution to your problem. Water carriers are always in demand, and once you’re inside, other opportunities are bound to materialize. Briefly looking at each other, you agree to his proposal, at least to learn more about what you might be carrying into the city. A wide smile splits his face, @@color:slateblue;''“Great! Come right this way”''@@ he invites, turning to lead you down the road. Passing through the market, you travel toward the edge of town, giving way to some kind of sandy court. A large group of people chatter around an empty central arena, while two workers tend to the grounds. Chaotic footprints and depressions cover the area, like a full scale battle just occurred on this very spot. @@color:slateblue;''“The griffer protects the qwik”''@@ he states, pointing to pile of gear on the ground. There’s some kind of head protection, a half suit of treated leather armor, and a strange looking weapon. At first glance, it appears to be a flail, but with an extremely long chain, which then branches out into an even longer webwork of other chains. @@color:slateblue;''“The qwik scores by placing the jugg on the stake”''@@ he continues, displaying what appears to be an old dog’s skull wrapped in strips of hide. The equipment reserved for the qwik is limited to; a head guard, a leather vest, and a pair of shin protectors - but no weapon. It becomes clear that this is some kind of a sports competition, rather than an actual battle arena. If the physical requirements weren’t obvious enough, the size of the different gear sets makes it clear who will be playing which position. The workers smooth the ground with flat rakes, pouring limestone pebbles out from large clay pots to create lines and markers in the dirt. A straight line is drawn at either end of the field, with a wooden stake protruding from the ground beyond it, and a white circle in the middle of the play area. Even as you’re still considering the rules of this game, Sallow is equipping himself with a full set of hardened leather, wielding a strange looking quarterstaff. One end is weighted, wrapped in leather and chain, while the other end bears a hook with a very pronounced curve. @@color:slateblue;''“Get suited up, there isn’t much time…”''@@ he instructs, expertly securing the straps of his equipment. @@color:slateblue;''“And if you want to get into the city, we had better win this match…”''@@ he concludes, roughly pulling on his helmet and regarding you with his one good eye. <<if $jain == 1>>\ [[Next|Week 2 RPG : Jain Jugger]] <</if>>\ <<if $roh == 1>>\ [[Next|Week 2 RPG : Roh Jugger]] <</if>>\

The prospect of engaging in this bizarre game has you shaking with apprehension, but at least it’s not a battle to the death. There could be another way to get a seal, but you can’t let this opportunity slip away now. Taking up the protective gear, you get equipped for the upcoming contest, studying the field to try and form some kind of strategy. The other team comes into view beyond, and thankfully, they seem to be new recruits as well, plucked from the deep well of souls seeking entry to the city. @@color:slateblue;''“It’s time”''@@ Sallow declares, just as you’re fastening the straps of your shin guards. Walking in lockstep, the three of you approach the line on your end of the field. An elderly man steps into the middle circle, raising the jugg over his head to the crowd's delight, before carefully placing it on the ground. Immediately stepping off the play area, he stands beside what appears to be a rudimentary gong. @@color:slateblue;''“SALUTE!”''@@ He formally announces, immediately followed by the excited cries from the audience all around you. Sallow crosses his arms across his chest and bows his head, you copy his motion, and the opposing team follows suit. Sallow steps onto the court, flanking the middle circle, where he is soon met by a similarly equipped opponent. Roh is a bit slower, but then moves swiftly to catch up with his chain-wielding foe on the other flank. Last to react, you observe the enemy qwik dropping to all fours at the edge of the circle, and you tentatively join him. <center><video width="626" height="480" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/jainqwikcenter.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ Scrambling around the perimeter of the circle, his gaze is focused on the jugg, intent to create some kind of opportune angle of attack. Unsure of how to proceed, you mirror his actions, adjusting your position to counter whatever he might have in mind. He snorts and ruts like a bull, preparing to launch himself at the jugg at a moment’s notice. If you want to stand any chance of beating him to the center, you will have to be very… qwik. Your heart races, fueling you for the upcoming explosive physical action, and your eyes dart around excitedly. Roh is constantly readjusting the grip on his weapon, looking less than confident at the moment. Sallow calmly leans on his staff, his eyes trained on the official, who finally speaks @@color:slateblue;''“ONE - HUNDRED - STOOOONES!”''@@. The crowd reacts again, just as the official bends down to pick up a stone from one of the three neat piles in front of the gong. @@color:slateblue;''“BEGIN!”''@@ he shouts, just as the stone flung from his hand collides with the shaped metal. <center><video width="626" height="480" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/100stones.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ The qwik charges at the jugg with reckless abandon, and even though you’re a bit slower to act, your lower center of gravity makes you faster. Reaching the jugg a fraction of a second before your opponent, you stretch out to wrap your hands around it and secure possession. Without warning, the qwik redirects himself at you instead of the jugg, slamming his elbow directly into your forehead. Running right into his blow, the staggering force knocks you flat on your back. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/jainqwikko.gif" width="480" height="270"></center> The ringing in your ears is loud enough to rouse you, having forgotten where you were for the moment. Shaking your head to clear your vision, it all surges back in an instant, rolling to the side just as a chain strikes at the ground your head was previously occupying. The deadly threat charges you with adrenaline, and you spot the qwik attempting to regain his footing halfway to your stake. You stumble to your own feet and charge at him, finding it difficult to maintain your balance so soon after that concussive blow to your head. The very moment he is able to rise, you’re upon him, crashing into his back and pinning him face first into the dirt. With a flurry of blows, you rain punches and elbows into the back of his head. Even if you don’t have the mass to cause much damage against his protected skull, it’s enough to stun him for a moment, and you can see the jugg begin to slip from his embrace. [[Try to score|Week 2 RPG : Jain Jugger Score]] [[Punish him|Week 2 RPG : Jain Jugger Punish]]

The prospect of engaging in this bizarre game has you shaking in apprehension, but at least it’s not a battle to the death. There could be another way to get a seal, but you can’t let this opportunity slip away now. Taking up the protective gear, you get equipped for the upcoming contest, studying the field to try and form some kind of strategy. The other team comes into view beyond, and thankfully, they seem to be new recruits as well, plucked from the deep well of souls seeking entry to the city. @@color:slateblue;''“It’s time”''@@ Sallow declares, just as you’re taking the odd chain in hand. Walking in lockstep, the three of you approach the line on your end of the field. An elderly man steps into the middle circle, raising the jugg over his head, to the crowd's delight, before carefully placing it on the ground. Immediately stepping off the play area, he stands beside what appears to be a rudimentary gong. @@color:slateblue;''“SALUTE!”''@@ he formally announces, immediately followed by the excited cries from the audience all around you. Sallow crosses his arms across his chest and bows his head, you copy his motion, and the opposing team follows suit. Sallow steps onto the court, flanking the middle circle, where he is soon met by a similarly equipped opponent. Taking a cue from the rugged veteran, you step up to face off with the chain-wielding player on the other flank. Last to react, Jain matches the enemy qwik by dropping to all fours at the edge of the circle. <center><video width="626" height="480" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/jainqwikcenter.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ Digging your feet into the dirt for a strong stance, your chain lays on the ground beside you. The griffer across from you wears his chain around his shoulders, holding the weapon by the shaft. His starting position intrigues you, and it feels like your chain is out of sorts. It’s difficult to form a strategy because you don’t even know the rules of this game, or if you can be disqualified for a wrong action. Jain scrambles around the perimeter of the circle, focused on the jugg, as her opponent searches for an of opportune angle of attack. Sallow calmly leans on his staff, his eyes trained on the official, who finally speaks @@color:slateblue;''“ONE - HUNDRED - STOOOONES!”''@@. The crowd reacts again, just as the official bends down to pick up a stone from one of the three neat piles in front of the gong. @@color:slateblue;''“BEGIN!”''@@ he shouts, just as the stone flung from his hand collides with the shaped metal. <center><video width="626" height="480" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/100stones.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ The griffer shrugs the chain off his shoulders and has it whipping through the air before the gong can even stop reverberating. You’re slower on the uptake, and by the time your chain picks up enough speed, the opponents weapon is pushing you backward. Even with your strength, the chain is difficult to maneuver, and you’re barely able to hold your ground. A cry to your left diverts your attention, and from the side of your eye, you see Jain laying flat on her back while the qwik dashes toward your goal stake. Charging aggressively at the griffer, your chain clashes against his, causing both weapons to lose momentum and fall limp. The brief interruption allows you to switch tactics, retreating at a sprint, and swinging your chain at the qwik. One strike to the spine makes his back arch dramatically, a second catches the back of his head, sending him face first into the dirt. The qwik is determined, refusing to let go of the jugg, so you thrash him soundly about the about the back and legs. Chunks of leather and flesh fly off his body, draining his willingness to resist. <center><video width="626" height="480" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/qwikchain.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ @@color:slateblue;''“PROTECT THE QWIK!”''@@ Sallow shouts, as the unmanned griffer lashes out at him, tearing at the old man’s shoulder. Shrewdly, he circles around his opponent, giving the griffer no free target for his chain, until he shifts his attention to Jain. [[Destroy the griffer|Week 2 RPG : Roh Jugger Destroy]] [[Protect your qwik|Week 2 RPG : Roh Jugger Protect]]

With a final, double-fisted blow, you strip the jugg away and unsteadily charge down the field. Your head is spinning, and you begin to stumble, nearly walking into the path of Roh’s chain. He pulls the blow just in time to avoid hitting you, but his opponent takes advantage of the error, snapping his chain out to catch Roh right in the head. <center><video width="626" height="480" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/rohgrifferlose.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ ''“ROOOOOHH!”'' you cry out, unarmed, and helpless to intervene. The only thing you can do now is score, but the enemy griffer still blocks your path. Compromised as you are, the series of fakes you attempt are not quick enough to be effective. Finally breaking to the right at full speed, the reach of his chain is able to catch you right across the face. For a second, you freeze on the spot, spun around by the shock of the blow. Through the warm blinding liquid running down your face, you spot Sallow rushing in from behind to help. By the time you realize it isn’t Sallow, but his opponent, the weighted staff is crashing into your head. The powerful blow knocks you senseless, sending you spinning to the ground. Instinctively, you are able to hold on to the jugg, as kicks and staff blows torture you mercilessly from above. With your face in the dirt, something snags you by the arm, painfully ripping the jugg from your grasp, and flipping you over in the process. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/jainqwiklose.gif" width="480" height="270"></center> The azure sky dominates your vision, and you become aware of the various sources of pain shooting through your body. You refuse to give up, propping yourself up on an elbow to see what’s happening. Roh is face down, with the griffer utilizing his chain to create some kind of creative pin. Sallow battles back against his opponent, pushing his way toward the qwik, who is now sprinting to the stake. With determination, you work your way back to your feet, but collapse after a few steps. It’s too late, you watch helplessly as the qwik impales the jugg on your stake, completely unopposed. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/qwikscore.gif" width="322" height="322"></center> The match is over, and you have lost. -end of content-

Like a wild animal, you batter him unmercifully, recalling your motivation for victory. Channeling the loss of your mother, you unleash your fury on the qwik, taking him by the head and repeatedly slamming it against the ground. ''“AAARRRGHHH!”'' you roar, clawing at his helmet, the only thing keeping him alive. Unable to simply tear him to pieces with your bare hands, you spot a vulnerable flap of skin peeking through his helmet. Without hesitation, your jaws clamp down on his ear. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/jainqwikear.gif" width="480" height="270"></center> He howls in pain as you tear at his flesh, shaking your head like a rabid dog until a chunk of his ear comes off in your mouth. @@color:slateblue;''“GGAAAAHHHHH”''@@ he wails, releasing the jugg to clutch at the remnant of his disfigured ear. The metallic taste of blood heightens your senses, and after spitting out the severed chuck of cartilage, you take possession of the jugg and charge down field. Roh is matching his opponent to a stalemate, allowing you to enter the protection of his defensive perimeter. <center><video width="626" height="480" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/jainqwikrecover.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ Ramping up the speed of his chain, Roh pushes the griffer back to the right side of the field. The whirring sound of the chain is frightening, but you understand the strategy, and when the path is clear, you sprint to the left. The maneuver works perfectly, timing your movements to avoid Roh’s chain, and bringing you just out of the griffer’s reach. Flying through the open lane to the goal, something strikes the back of your legs, and at full speed, it causes you to trip head over heels. A backward glance reveals a staff similar to Sallow’s at your feet, and his now unarmed opponent is swiftly paying the price. Sallow strikes the man from behind with a combination of blows, sending him reeling to the ground. The old veteran pins his opponent’s neck with the staff, rendering him completely immobile. Roh’s chain sings through the air, keeping the enemy griffer occupied long enough for you to make the final charge. In trying to regain your footing, a sharp pain shoots up through your leg, and you reach down to clutch at your twisted ankle. Unable to walk, you desperately crawl through the dirt with the jugg in hand, closing the last few paces to the opposing team’s stake. Suddenly, you have the wind knocked out of your lungs, as a large body crashes down on your back. <center><video width="626" height="480" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/jainqwikcrawl.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ The one-eared qwik growls in retribution, hammering away at your injured leg. The pain sends you into a panic, kicking and scrambling wildly. The goal is so close, but it might as well be a mile away now. The qwik climbs up your legs, repeatedly slamming his fist into your kidneys. ''“urrrk”'' you grunt, suffering his wrath through clenched teeth. ''“ROOOOOH!”'' you cry out for help, exploding with your body enough to squirm a few inches closer to the mark. Completely exhausted, that last push was all you had left, and the qwik takes full advantage. Mounting you from behind, he throttles you with a barrage of shots to the back of your head. Instinct takes over, and the need to protect yourself overrides your ability to hold on to the jugg. Slowly fading away, you’re almost completely resigned to defeat, when the weight is suddenly lifted off your back. Although you don’t understand what is happening, you drag yourself through the dirt with determination, reaching up to impale the jugg on the opposing team’s stake. Rolling to your back, bruised and bloodied, your chest heaves in exhaustion. With your ears still ringing, you can barely make out the sound of cheers and applause from the audience. The game is over, and you have won. -end of content-

''“RAAAAAAAHH!”'' you roar, abandoning the hobbled qwik, and charging at the open griffer with all the speed you can muster. Your battle cry must have roused Jain, because she nimbly rolls away right before the chain impacts the ground her head was previously occupying. You’ve had enough of this nonsense, and your rage takes over, heating your blood to boiling. Taking your weapon by the far end of the haft, you leap into the air, swinging the chain overhand, wielding it like a giant flail. The griffer is alarmed by your sudden aggression, backpedaling in fright, and just barely sidestepping a blow that might have split him down the middle, longways. The near miss elicits a gasp from the crowd, but you keep the pressure on, swinging your chain at maximum reach. Although he gave up some ground, the griffer resets his footing and quickly gets his chain back up to speed. The mere fact that he still stands drives you mad, that he would dare continue to oppose you at this point. With a great feat of strength, you slash your chain in a figure eight motion, running him down. If you can manage to tangle up the chains, and take them out of the equation, he will be no match against you - //''I’ll stuff these chains down his fucking throat''//. The speed, power and unpredictability of your chain leaves him very few options, so he backs up even further, ceding even more ground to your frontal assault. He sidesteps curiously, in a move that isn’t responsive to the pressure you’re applying. In fact, his attention is directed to something coming up behind you. With a quick turn of your head, you spot Jain carrying the jugg, but swaying unsteadily right into the path of your chain. At the very last moment, you yank back on the chain, hoping to pull the blow short before it takes her head off. Luckily, you manage it just in time, but the minor lapse leaves you vulnerable to the griffer. Primed to full speed, his chain sails through the air, the tip moving faster than your eye can track. With your own chain lacking any momentum, there’s no way you can get it up to speed in time to match him. Instead, your combat instincts kick in, raising haft of the flail up to block the strike. Bypassing your defenses, the chain wraps around your arm and the back of your head, whipping painfully against your unprotected face. <center><video width="626" height="480" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/rohgrifferlose.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ The powerful blow completely knocks you off your feet, opening up a gash on your brow. Before you can regain your senses, the blood gushes into your eyes, rendering you completely blind. In a panic, you try to rely on your other senses to detect your opponent's chain. You can hear it singing through the air, but the noise of the crowd makes it difficult to pinpoint. Reflexively, you perform an evasive roll, ensuring that you’re not a stationary target. At the same time, you blink and wipe at your eyes, restoring a part of your vision. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/jainqwiklose.gif" width="480" height="270"></center> The griffer finds Sallow again, raking at him painfully enough to drop the old man to one knee. Without pause, the chain pivots again, directed at a very disoriented Jain, pelting her square in the face. Scrambling up to your knees, your hand closes around the haft of your discarded weapon. It’s too late, the griffer spins back toward you, his chain biting into your shoulder and forcing you to roll away once more. This time, he’s upon you, swiftly wrapping the chain tight around your flailing limbs. Even with your strength, escape is impossible, lacking sufficient range of motion to generate any leverage. You’re forced to watch Jain beaten unmercifully, as the jugg is ripped from her grasp. Sallow battles back against his opponent, pushing his way toward the qwik, who scoops up the jugg and is now sprinting to the stake. With a great final effort, you flex every muscle in your body, hoping to snap the very chains that bind you. It’s no use, you can only watch helplessly as the qwik impales the jugg on your stake, completely unopposed. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/qwikscore.gif" width="322" height="322"></center> The match is over, and you have lost. -end of content-

''“RAAAAAAAHH!”'' you roar, abandoning the hobbled qwik, and charging at the open griffer with all the speed you can muster. Your battle cry must have roused Jain, because she nimbly rolls away right before the chain impacts the ground her head was previously occupying. Holding your weapon by the far end of the shaft for maximum reach, you’re able to keep the griffer at bay. Methodically working his own chain, your opponent seems to be waiting, timing the path of your chain to launch his own attack. Picking up on this detail, you ramp up the speed of your chain to maximum velocity, whipping in the wind like a hurricane of steel. Looking uneasy, the griffer glances at Sallow, and then at something behind your back. With a flourish, you withdraw, buying enough time to redirect the path of your chain. Tilting your body sharply to one side, you spin the chain sidearm, cutting diagonally at your opponents undefended front leg. The pain makes him falter for a second, so you dip lower, causing the tip of your chain to touch the ground, flinging dirt and sand into the air. Luckily, some of the debris finds it’s way into the griffer’s eyes, causing him to back away, blindly swinging his chain in a defensive manner. <center><video width="626" height="480" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/jainqwikrecover.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ A shrill cry of pain rings out, and you turn to spot Jain stepping over the downed qwik - jugg in hand. Increasing the separation between you and the griffer, you slow the path of the chain enough for Jain to enter your defensive perimeter. With your qwik by your side, you move downfield toward the recovering griffer, who seems to be defending a zone rather than pursuing you. Sallow is holding his own, doing a great job of keeping his opponent occupied and out of your way. Pressing your advantage, you guide Jain forward, meeting the griffer steel for steel. He is determined to block your passage, so instead of aiming for a blow, you’re satisfied to just stalemate him. With no way to close the distance, he’s stuck in place, just as your qwik darts out from beneath your chain, bearing to the left, just out of his reach. Dividing his attention, the griffer attempts to block Jain, which opens him up to attack. Surging forward, you rotate your chain opposite his, catching it midway down the length. Both chains weave together like a rope, allowing you to tug the griffer off balance while Jain races to victory. At the flick of a wrist, your weapon is free, and you continue the momentum into a free hit on the confused griffer’s thigh. <center><video width="626" height="480" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/jainqwikcrawl.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ @@color:red;''“ROOOOOH!”''@@ Jain cries out, and you spot the enemy qwik assailing her mercilessly, and preventing her from scoring. Just as your opponent is regaining a proper footing, you leap backward, using a double-handed grip to increase your reach. When he attacks your head with a lateral swing, you change levels and catch him around the ankles. With the chain encircling his legs, you sweep him off his feet with a mighty heave. <center><video width="626" height="480" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/rohgrifferwin.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ Landing flat on his back, he has no time to react when you dive upon him. With all your weight behind the blow, you bring the haft of your weapon straight down on his face. The wooden handle catches him right in the mouth, smashing through every one of his teeth and launching them down the back of his throat. The broken griffer writhes in pain, his attempt to scream substituted by a strained, gurgling sound. Leaving him behind to chew on your weapon, you sprint the final necessary steps to reach Jain and the qwik. You’re just in time, as he’s nearly beaten her to a pulp, just seconds away from recovering the jugg for his team. Taking hold of him from behind, you elevate him completely off the ground, flinging him backward like a sack of grain. Just for good measure, you deliver a pair of heavy kicks to his midsection, violently bending him in half in the process. At that moment, Jain raises the jugg in weary hands and impales it securely onto the opposing team’s stake. <center><video width="626" height="480" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/jainqwikscore.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ The game is over, and you have won. -end of content-

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/tradequarter.jpeg" width="512" height="367"></center> Giving the market a miss for now, you elect to try your luck in the trade quarter instead. Plumes of smoke rise up into the sky, the smell of brimstone filling your nostrils. While the market operates as a center for the exchange of coin, the trade quarter produces the valuable goods to supply it. In what appears to be a hastily erected outer city, the trade quarter suggests otherwise. Industrial structures made of stone, and fired clay brick, cough soot and dark smoke into the air. Half-naked men haul large bundles of wood to be used as fuel and raw construction materials. Hammers ring out on anvils, and you can smell animal fat being rendered for grease, tallow and other useful byproducts. From your very first interaction, you can tell this is an exercise in futility. Everyone is hard at work, and completely uninterested in answering your questions. Most positions are already filled, and even some of the local youth are unable to secure an apprenticeship. After hours of fruitless effort, there’s a glint of hope when the woodcutters take an interest in Roh. Just by the sight of him, and with very little conversation at all, he is offered a position in the woodcutters. The brief surge of enthusiasm is immediately quashed when the woodsman recites a mandate associated with employment. Before you can be permitted entry to the city, you must complete six months of apprenticeship, and be in good standing. Sure enough, the other professions all demand the same as well. For all you know, these walls may not even be standing six months from now. Crestfallen, you reach the edge of the district where you spot a bustling tavern. Without much expectation, you suppose it’s worth venturing a look inside, hoping that someone within can aid in your quest. The worn front steps leading to the tavern creak miserably under the burden of your weight, depositing you right outside the open doorway. With a glance at your companion, you proceed into the building, bearing in mind the potential danger inherent to this environment. The atmosphere inside the tavern is fogged by pipe smoke, tinged with the strong scent of cheap alcohol. The floor is trodden over with boot marks, intermixed with a generous layer of sawdust to soak up spilled beverages - and blood. A fiddler jubilantly saws away at his instrument, and folks are stomping along to his rhythm. The patrons of this establishment run the entire gamut; from peasant farmer, to lordly youth, and everything in between. A number of heads turn at your approach, some of them looking away uninterested, and others peering at you suspiciously. You agree to split up for the moment, deciding that you can cover more ground independently. <<if $jain == 1>>\ [[Next|Week 2 RPG : Trade Quarter Jain]] <</if>>\ <<if $roh == 1>>\ - end of content - <</if>>\

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/tavern.jpg" width="560" height="341"></center> Through the drunken commotion surrounding you on all sides, you spot a particular point of interest in one of the far corners of the room. A rotund, young man throws his head back, barking with laughter, while a tavern wench sits astride his lap. An entire banquet is strewn about the table, comprised of half-eaten dishes and innumerable toppled over goblets. His arm flourishes while relating some tale, causing the drink in his hand to slosh over the sides. Approaching a little closer, you observe him for a moment more, eavesdropping on his conversation. @@color:slateblue;''“…and if that isn’t enough, he came back the next day, and APOLOGIZED! BWAAAAAHAHAHAHA”''@@ he quips, belting out a belly laugh befitting a man with a belly such as his. @@color:slateblue;''“Isn’t that hysterical!? HAHAHAHA!”''@@ he asks, bouncing the wench on his lap, who immediately starts to giggle on command, if somewhat uncomfortably. It’s not hard to tell why the wench is showing him so much attention, and at closer examination, she’s being even more accommodating that you thought. The arm encircling her waist wraps around, disappearing up the front of her woolen skirt. Taking a deep pull from his flagon of ale, he reaches up to grab a gigantic drumstick off his plate. A gluttonous bite squishes audibly, causing the juices to run down the corners of his mouth. Chomping and smacking his way through the food, eating with his mouth open the entire time. Slowly and lasciviously, he licks his fingers clean, leering at the wench with a predatory smile. Immediately after, his arm wraps back around her waist, and those same greasy fingers vanish up her skirt. Although he has all the grace of a pig, this man is obviously one of substantial wealth and status. Through patched stains of spilled food and drink, the cut and style of his attire reveals a blatant opulence. The piles of wasted food and drink show a complete lack of respect for coin, flying in the face of the establishment, and the commoners that frequent it. No kingdom’s nobility would ever abide by such disgraceful behaviour, discounting him as any kind of royalty. This must be the fledgling son of some local baron, unable to curry favor in the court, and relegated to slumming it with the peasants. There is no doubt that he possesses a seal, and this is a great opportunity to secure entrance into the city. ''“Pardon me, my lord…”'' you interject, loud enough for him to hear you over the noise in the room. His head turns to regard you through shiny, glassy eyes, but the look behind them is dull and slow. @@color:slateblue;''“Ehhh?”''@@ he quirks, taking in your entire form as a curious smile begins to spread across his wide face. @@color:slateblue;''“Weeeeell… Aren’t you a tasty little morsel, hehe”''@@ he chuckles, lifting his hand from the wench’s skirt and licking his fingers clean once more - this time, never having touched his food. The wench turns to see you as well, and instead of the embarrassment you might have expected, her eyes narrow accusingly. This woman actually thinks you’re trying to compete for his affection! @@color:slateblue;''“Go on, Rosie, I’ve got a visitor”''@@ he decides, slipping a silver coin between the wench’s breasts and shucking her off his lap. Retrieving the single coin, she gives you a sour look, conveying that she intended to extract more from the man, given what she was forced to endure. @@color:pink;''“Yes, milord…”''@@ she concedes, a little sullen, as his hand collides heavily with her ample buttocks. @@color:slateblue;''“I am Paluke…”''@@ he pauses to take another slop of his ale, @@color:slateblue;''“And what are you called, sweetling?”''@@. Ignoring his question, you move closer, speaking in hushed, but urgent tones, ''“I bring grave news, my lord… A message for the Amyrlin, and time is of the essence”''. @@color:slateblue;''“Ohhhhh”''@@ he leans in with great interest, @@color:slateblue;''“Is that so?”''@@. Surprisingly, he seems very amenable for a man of his vices. In a volume meant for your ears only, he whispers, @@color:slateblue;''“This place has ears, with potential darkfriends abound”''@@. inconspicuously looking side to side, he continues, @@color:slateblue;''“Perhaps we should discuss this matter in confidence… up in my room”''@@. His suggestion gives you pause, and you examine him for a moment longer, trying to determine his true intentions. His smile deepens, parting his lips to reveal the top row of his teeth, making him look positively predatory. There’s no doubt about it now, you know exactly what he has in mind. Even though he’s double your size, something tells you that he isn’t someone who is fit for combat, especially in his current state of drunkenness. You need that seal, and there’s no way he will hand it to you here, standing in the corner of the tavern. Forcing a tight-lipped smile of your own, you nod deeply, ''“Yes, my lord”''. Looking very pleased with himself, Paluke wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, accomplishing little more than smearing spittle across his cheek. Wobbling up to his feet, the woozy man grabs a a loaf of bread and tucks it under his arm. An entire salted ham is wedged under his other arm, while he balances a flagon of ale in one hand. His free hand possessively grabs you by the arm, just below your shoulder, leading you to the staircase. At the foot of the staircase, you pass the frowning bar wench who stares daggers at you. Unlike her, you do feel a pang of embarrassment, and even though you haven’t done anything untoward, she has you pegged as a whore. You pause at the top of the staircase, surveying the room from this heightened position. Roh is standing at a table where men play dice, and he notices you as well. An insistent tug at your arm pulls you away, heading for the first door of the inn, presumably the merchant suite. Releasing you to fiddle with his keys, Paluke opens the door to guide you inside, and you follow willingly. [[Next|Week 2 RPG : Trade Quarter Jain 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/tedbasement.jpg" width="535" height="387"></center> Ted rises from his chair, @@color:teal;''“The party is separated, so you can’t see what’s in the room, Ivan”''@@. @@color:cyan;''“Seriously?”''@@ Ivan complains, @@color:cyan;''“Can’t I play out my action first? I didn’t even get a chance to do anything yet!”''@@. @@color:teal;''“NO!”''@@ Ted barks, a little too abruptly, @@color:teal;''“You have to wait your turn!”''@@. Ivan throws his head back in frustration, but Ted ignores him, approaching you a little too eagerly. His face is flushed red, already breathing heavily, as he takes you by the wrist. Although you’re following Ted willingly, he tugs you a bit more insistently than necessary. With a final glance over your shoulder, you lock eyes with Ivan, who looks concerned and suspicious - much like you imagine Roh looked at Jain in this moment. The slap of your bare feet on the concrete floor is overshadowed by Ted’s husky breath. Reaching the adjacent room in the basement, you’re hastily ushered inside, with the door slamming hard, shutting you in. Without warning, Ted snatches you by the neck, firmly pressing his sloppy lips against yours. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/tedforcedkiss.gif" width="350" height="250"></center> You’re in shock for a split-second, reflexively clamping your mouth shut as Ted hungrily slobbers all over the bottom half of your face. ''“MMMMGHHHLUG!!”'' you groan in disgust, pressing hard against his chest. Twisting your head aside, you’re able make a frame with your elbow and forearm, creating enough space for you to break away. ''“What the FUCK Ted!?”'' you curse, spitting and hurriedly wiping at the disgusting spittle covering your mouth and chin. @@color:teal;''“SHHHHHH!”''@@ He hushes you, pointing up at the ceiling, indicating that his mother might hear you. Although you’re angry, his mother kind of terrifies you, so your voice lowers at his warning, ''“Are you out of your mind??? You just… KISSED me!”''. Knowing his temperament, you expected Ted to explode, but he only shrugs, @@color:teal;''“You’re out of character right now…”''@@. ''“Out - of - character?”'' you slowly repeat, perplexed about what he is suggesting. Ted only tilts his head, raising his eyebrows to indicate that you’ve proven his point. ''“Ok, you want to roleplay? Try that again, and I’ll kick you in the nuts so hard, they’ll get lodged into your throat!”'' you threaten. With a dramatic flourish of his arm, Ted plops himself down onto the chair beside the doorway. Emitting a loud and particularly disgusting burp, his legs fall open in a vulgar display of his bulge. @@color:teal;''“So, Princess… now that you’ve finally got me alone…”''@@ he begins, making no effort to hide a suggestive smile. @@color:teal;''“There must be something you… WANT, from me?”''@@ he asks, dropping his eyeline down to examine his own bulge. Your eyes involuntarily follow his, and for a moment, you’re ogling the lump of his package, before quickly turning your nose up in disgust. The sooner you decide to play along, the sooner it will be over. ''“I am Princess Jain of Krynn, and I have an important message for the Amyrlin seat”'' you begrudgingly comply. @@color:teal;''“Pardon??”''@@ Ted responds, leaning toward you and cupping a hand over his ear, @@color:teal;''“All of that drink has dulled my hearing, precious… Why don’t you come and sit here, with me…”''@@. Ted begins to pat on his lap, and you know exactly what he’s expecting. In considering his request, your eyes wander down once more, realizing that Ted isn’t patting on his lap. He is lewdly patting and fondling the mound under the front of his pants. With hands on hips, you cock your head to the side, ''“Fuck off, Ted…”''. His eyebrows rise up once more, folding his arms across his chest, and staring up at the ceiling to ignore your complaint. Sighing loudly, you’re more annoyed than nervous at this point. ''“Oh, what a GREAT idea, my lord PERVERT!”'' you sarcastically reply, stepping towards Ted in a very unladylike manner. With all of the sadism you can muster, you come down hard, slamming your hipbone into the top of Ted’s thigh. At the same time, you drive your shoulder into his chest, producing an audible thump. @@color:teal;''“urkk..”''@@ Ted grunts, caught by surprise. For a moment, his expression is in conflict between anger and enjoyment - ultimately choosing the latter. @@color:teal;''“It’s... -cough- Paluke”''@@ he corrects you, still recovering from having the wind knocked out of him, @@color:teal;''“Now tell me again, my sweet”''@@. Sighing again, you’re quickly tiring of this charade, and that fact is made clear by the tone of your voice, ''“Princess Jain, message for the Amyrlin, yadda, yadda…”''. Ted’s eyes open as wide as saucers, @@color:teal;''“Well bless my ten toes! a PRINCESS!”''@@. His ridiculous performance makes you cringe, and your eyes roll so hard that it tips your entire head over to the side. That mild distraction is enough for Ted to reach an arm across the back of your waist. By accident or design, his hand catches on your cloak, pulling it open in the front to reveal your nude body beneath. Reflexively, you cover your crotch with one hand, reaching desperately for the cloak with the other. Ted’s greasy fingers travel across your spine in a way that makes you jerk in revulsion. When his chubby fingers find your bare, supple ass, they clamp down hard. You jerk and twist in sudden discomfort, lashing out at Ted with a swift blow to his chest. From this position, it’s impossible to generate much power, and the punch is mostly absorbed by his padded man-boob. Still, it’s enough to discourage his advances, causing Ted’s hand to reposition up to your hip. It’s better than having him grip your butt, but his slimy fingers curl into a hook, securing you firmly against his body. @@color:teal;''“Ahhh, that’s better”''@@ he chuckles, cuddling with you unabashedly, @@color:teal;''“So tell me, Princess, what is this message of yours?”''@@. Red-faced, you groan and stretch in discomfort, feeling very much like Jain would in the clutches of Ted’s fictional counterpart. ''“The forces of evil are marching across the land”'' you explain, hoping it will be enough to satisfy Ted, ''“They have already attacked my kingdom, and time is of the essence!”''. @@color:teal;''“Is that all?”''@@ he replies, kneading at the flesh of your hip, @@color:teal;''“I’m afraid the Amyrlin already knows that, Princess”''@@. The look of confusion on your face prompts Ted to continue, @@color:teal;''“Everyone knows! These are the end times, and the last battle, Tarmon Gai’don is upon us”''@@. You’re not sure what he’s talking about, but it’s pretty clear that Ted is just trying to stonewall you, making this whole thing more difficult than necessary. ''“Ok, whatever…”'' you sigh, breaking character for a moment, ''“I just need to get into the city, alright?”''. Ted incorporates an evil twist to his smile, making no effort to hide his open examination of your naked body, @@color:teal;''“And what’s in it for me then?”''@@. The question makes you shudder, knowing that Jain is at a disadvantage in these negotiations - and you’re at a physical disadvantage in this position. To top it all off, Ted reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a small, triangular piece of leather with tassels at the corners - the seal. [[Continue Employing Diplomacy|Week 2 RPG : Trade Quarter Jain Diplomacy]] [[Declare War|Week 2 RPG : Trade Quarter Jain War]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/tedbasement.jpg" width="535" height="387"></center> With one of your arms wedged against Ted’s chest, and the other covering your bare genitals, you feel incredibly vulnerable, ''“w-what… what do you, w-want?”''. The meek words scarcely have a chance to escape your trembling lips before Ted is lumbering into you. @@color:teal;''“mmmmmrrrrrr”''@@ he growls hungrily, squeezing your body and nuzzling against your neck. The bulge underneath your legs begins to inflate in a way that you find absolutely threatening. Replacing the seal in his pocket frees up another hand for Ted to grope you with. The large clammy hand travels from your undercarriage, up to the thin, delicate skin covering your ribcage. A shiver runs up your spine, crinkling up your nipples and causing your entire body to break out in goosebumps. Tight in his grasp, you try to lean as far away from Ted as you can, clamping your eyes shut when his lips begin to nibble at your neck. ''“ummphh”'' you weakly protest, unable to defend yourself in any meaningful way. @@color:teal;''“You’re so beautiful…”''@@ Ted hoarsely whispers into your ear, lowering his head down to suddenly engulf your firm nipple with his mouth. ''“ohhhhh!”'' you gasp, flying into a panic. A sharp tug at your trapped arm proves futile, so you’re forced to uncover your genitals for a moment. Placing your palm flat against Ted’s forehead, you push as hard as you can, desperate to detach him from your nipple. Using your larger muscle groups against his neck, you’re able to lean back enough to break contact with his lips. In response, Ted’s hand darts from your hip, to the space right between your legs. <<if $jaingirdle !=1>>\ Caught completely off guard, you’re unable to pinch your knees together quickly enough. His greased hand plunges between your thighs, beyond your genitals, to find your sensitive perineum. Struggling in his arms, you buck and twist, trying to escape his clutches. ''“UNNNN!”'' you groan, arching your back as two of his fingers press firmly into your perineum. The assault is debilitating, sapping the strength from your arms, and making your legs feel numb. Any sense of anger or resistance is replaced by an anxious desperation, as his chubby fingers pump in and out against your special place. You feel so helpless, like a weak, frail maiden being violated by a disgusting, lecherous brute. Losing yourself for a moment, your eyes flutter as your body turns to jelly, even allowing your head to fall limply onto his shoulder. ''“oooooohh”'' you coo, drifting between fantasy and reality, as Jain’s pussy is forcefully finger-fucked. You can feel the bulge beneath your legs thrusting up against your body, rigid and determined to have you. <</if>>\ <<if $jaingirdle ==1>>\ Caught completely off guard, you’re unable to pinch your knees together quickly enough. His greased hand plunges between your thighs, to find your small quivering package. Struggling in his arms, you buck and twist, trying to escape his clutches. ''“UNNNN!”'' you groan, arching your back as his clammy hand takes grip of your cock and balls, all fitting within the palm of his hand. The assault is debilitating, sapping the strength from your arms, and making your legs feel numb. @@color:teal;''“Hehehe”''@@ Ted giggles, @@color:teal;''“What’s this? … //Princess//”''@@ he exaggerates the word, dripping with doubt and amusement. You can’t believe that he’s actually fondling your dick, and even more surprisingly, your little fellow is responding. Any sense of anger or resistance is replaced by an anxious desperation, as his chubby fingers roughly squeeze and pull at your sensitive organ. You feel so helpless, like a weak, frail maiden being violated by a disgusting, lecherous brute. Losing yourself for a moment, your eyes flutter as your body turns to jelly, even allowing your head to fall limply onto his shoulder. ''“oooooohh”'' you coo, drifting between fantasy and reality, as Jain’s little penis is squished and kneaded into submission. You can feel the bulge beneath your legs thrusting up against your body, rigid and determined to have you. <</if>>\ Taking you by the cheek, Ted kisses you right on the lips, slithering his tongue into your mouth. For some reason, the sloppy kiss takes you out of the moment, disgusting you to the core, ''“uggghh”'' you gag. Perhaps kissing represents something much more intimate and personal than mere sexual groping, or more likely, it was the taste of grape soda and stale cheetos that repulsed you so. Due to your previous acceptance, Ted’s grip has slacked a bit, allowing you to clear your trapped arm. In pulling it free to cover your face, you accidentally catch Ted under the jaw with your elbow. @@color:teal;''“Ahhgghhh”''@@ he grunts in pain, inadvertently biting his tongue. In a split second, you’re twisting off Ted’s lap, but at the same time, he abruptly rises up to his feet. This causes you to be propelled much harder than you anticipated, sending you crashing to the ground and rolling across the floor. The fall leaves you stunned for a brief moment, but you recover well, scrambling up to your knees. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/tedbj1.gif" width="271" height="186"></center> Looking up, you shockingly come head-to-head with Ted’s erect cock. The recent mix of emotions you been feeling have all led to this. All of the pressing, prodding and suggestion had you frazzled, moving so fast, that you barely have time to register that there’s a dick in your face. That brief pause is enough for Ted to grab you by the head, thrusting his hips forward with determination. Before you can even blink, Ted’s rigid organ has pushed past your lips, along your tongue, and is now poised at the entrance of your throat. By instinct, you reel back in shock, attempting to pull away, but you’re completely trapped. The attempt to resist prompts Ted to reassert his grip, pulling your head down on his member. @@color:teal;''“Ahhhh”''@@ he sighs in triumphant satisfaction. The sharp, flared head presses your tongue down flat, delving deeper to tickle at the entrance of throat. It doesn’t quite have the length to reach, but it’s broad, filling your entire mouth from cheek to cheek. You can feel every vein and contour of the prehensile appendage as it swells and flexes aggressively. In a panic, you struggle to breathe, gulping down hard on the plump sausage, causing a trickle of fluid to creep down your throat. ''“Gluurrrrggg….”'' you cough and choke, trying to breathe through your nose, and pushing against his massive thighs. Ted responds quickly, stepping into you, and straddling your head in a powerful stance. Lacking the leverage to push away, you slap against his legs, hoping he will relent to the urgency of your protests. Paying you no mind, he begins to thrust his fleshy battering ram into your mouth. @@color:teal;''“Oh yes, princess…”''@@ he gasps in adoration, fucking your mouth with increased levels of force and speed. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/tedbj2.gif" width="400" height="225"></center> Every thrust of his hips is a blow to your head, as the pouch of flab below his belly slaps right into your face. The repeated impacts have a dizzying effect, even blocking out your ability to breathe through your nose at an intermittent rate. In surrender, you go completely limp, looking up at your assailant with pleading eyes. You never see his face, only the underside of Paluke’s large, round belly. @@color:teal;''“ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh”''@@ he grunts and snorts like a wild hog, rutting against your face with reckless abandon. The young lord’s capacious scrotum eagerly bumps and drags against your chin, and you can distinctly feel the shape of both his breeding orbs. The thick piece of meat hammers a little deeper into your mouth, allowing the tip of his head to breach halfway into the entrance of your throat. ''“meep”'' you whine, managing barely a peep with the limited airflow at your disposal. As a noblewoman, you’ve never felt so humiliated in your life, being forcefully subjugated in such a lewd manner. After all of your instruction in poise and etiquette, you’ve been reduced to nothing but a convenient, semi-willing fuck-hole for a brutish slob. Perhaps even more humiliating, is that you’re feeling an undeniable arousal at being debased in such a manner. Prostituting yourself at the slightest hint of adversity, just to buy your way into the city. In some strange way, you admire Paluke’s assertiveness, making no qualms about violating a young noblewoman, or the consequences that may follow. The blood rushing through your body heightens your senses, and you become intimately aware the cock sliding in and out of your lips. Giving in to the arousal, you begin to cooperate, obediently sucking away at his thrusting cock. Your tongue lolls out of your mouth, and it is immediately greeted by the playful bounce of his sizable testicles. They slip and slide, dancing across your chin, until finally laying still and seizing up firmly. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/tedbj3.gif" width="300" height="250"></center> @@color:teal;''“Oh, YES!”''@@ He groans, @@color:teal;''“Yes, Princess! YEEESSS!”''@@. With a final thrust, his cock reaches into you as deeply as possible, tensing up to a firmness near bursting. His balls lurch, climbing tightly up you chin, followed by a violent pulse that travels through his meaty shaft. You can feel the pressurized seed being forced through his fleshy pipe, until it finally explodes into your mouth. The sharp, bitter taste of his ejaculate makes your arousal peak, and before you know it, you’re gulping it down by the mouthful. Your rotund, impromptu lover’s belly rests on the top of your head, teaching you the pleasures of consumption he so clearly symbolizes. Feeding you gluttonously from his very body, perhaps until you have a belly full enough to match his own - or so it feels at least. By the time his rapidly deflating member is retreating from your mouth, your lips are firmly clamped around his girth. Squeezing every last drop from his slick shaft, the swollen head pops out of your mouth with an audible squish. Still in a dizzying haze of arousal, drunk from the testosterone charged milkshake in your stomach, you look up at Paluke with starry-eyed allure. Ted looks down on you, red-faced, huffing and puffing in an effort to catch his breath. His expression is one of satisfaction, but tinged by equal parts surprise and embarrassment. It’s only now, coming down off your semen induced euphoria, that you truly understand what just happened. This is the most awkward experience of your life, made worse by the strings of Ted’s cum dripping off the tip of your chin. Still paralyzed by the moment, Ted finally decides to clumsily refasten his pants, dropping the leather seal on the floor in front of you before exiting the room without another word. Although a bit slower on the uptake, you’re soon replacing your cloak, making a quick stop at the bathroom to wash your face before returning to the game room. Ted is sitting at his chair with a far off look in his eyes, afflicted by more than a little drowsiness after his recent orgasm. The thought reminds you that said orgasm was also unloaded right into your own eager mouth, and you can still taste him on your tongue. That reflection is cut short when the door suddenly opens, and Ivan walks sheepishly through. You hadn’t even noticed that he wasn’t in the room when you arrived, but now he looks positively disturbed about something. The way he winces after slowly lowering himself onto his chair makes you wonder what could have happened to your friend. @@color:teal;''“Ahem”''@@ Ted clears his throat loudly, @@color:teal;''“So where were we?”''@@ he mumbles. It seems as if he’s eager to get back to the game, and without actually saying so, you can tell that Ivan vehemently agrees. @@color:teal;''“You spot Jain exiting the room at the top of the stairs”''@@ he explains to Ivan, shuffling around some papers behind his screen. [[Next|Week 2 RPG : Trade Quarter Jain City]]

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<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/tarvalon.jpg" width="622" height="336"></center> You quietly slip from the room, seal in hand, careful not to rouse the, now slumbering, satisfied lump of a man that is Paluke. Once you reach the railing, you see Roh on the level below, and he has spotted you as well. Offering an affirmative nod to your companion, you descend the staircase and exit the tavern with Roh following closely behind. With no time to waste, the pair of you revisit the guarded bridge that leads to the inner city. Sure enough, the guards recognize you, with the commanding officer standing a little more upright at your approach. @@color:slateblue;''“Halt! Present your seal and state your business”''@@ he orders, reciting the same opening phrase from the first time you met him. This time you’re prepared, ''“I am Princess Jain, and I bear urgent news for the Amyrlin”'' you announce, handing him the leather seal as requested. If he’s surprised, it doesn’t show, as he’s intently examining the seal for proof of authenticity. @@color:slateblue;''“Where did you come by this seal”''@@ he asks, rather suspiciously. ''“The lord Paluke”'' you simply reply, ''“He was very interested helping me, and even more interested in the reward he stands to claim from my kingdom”''. At the very mention of Paluke’s name, the guard frowns, raising one eyebrow with a doubtful expression. It seems like he’s familiar with the man, and perhaps questioning the kind of //reward// you offered, or even your royal status at this point. Considering you for a moment, he peers over at Roh as well, as if waiting for your companion to give away some further information. With a sour look of disbelief, he surprisingly stands aside. @@color:slateblue;''“Proceed!”''@@ he orders, handing back your leather seal. With a sideways look at Roh, you pass through the checkpoint, following the bridge leading to the inner city. You begin to realize that even though the guard believed your story initially, he was forced to deny you entry for lack of a seal. This time, it seemed like he didn’t believe you, but the seal itself still secured your passage. For right or wrong, good or ill, this man is committed to fulfilling his duty, following proper protocol to the letter. Halfway across the arching bridge, you reach the crest, tall above the structures and treetops of the surrounding area. It’s truly a glorious sight, but short-lived, as the urgency of your mission forces you onward. On the other side of the bridge, you spot a massive, shimmering portcullis, surrounded by a large contingency of guards. Maintaining your composure, you wordlessly present your seal for inspection, showing no signs of fear or apprehension. The head guardsman questions you much more briefly than before, presuming the outer guards have already vetted you. Covertly breathing a sigh of relief, you pass through the portcullis completely unmolested by the guards. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/moiraine.jpg" width="375" height="318"></center> Waiting for you on the other side is a particularly well dressed woman. Her blue robes shimmer in the sunlight, similar to the walls of this city. The cloak of her hood frames the dark, softly hanging ringlets of hair, topped by a golden tiara supporting a blue stone at her forehead. There’s something about her face that is immediately unsettling. Her youthful appearance makes you think that she couldn’t be much older than you, but there’s an incredible sense of wisdom and experience behind those deep, brown eyes. Just as you’re considering her troubling, ageless appearance, those big, brown eyes open wide in shock. You’re taken aback, stopping dead in your tracks at the imminent danger you sense from this woman. A brilliant glow surrounds her body and she rapidly extends a hand in your direction. What look like luminous strands of blue and white thread issue forth from her fingertips, arcing through the air directly towards you and Roh. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/rpg/moirainecast.gif" width="500" height="250"></center> The shock lasts only a fraction of a second, ''“ROH!”'' you cry, instinctively turning to run in the opposite direction. Your fear is so sudden and stark, that you completely forget about that dozens of guards blocking any hope of retreat. Stopping short just a few paces from the guardsmen, they notice you as well, hoisting their weapons to the ready. Trapped, you spin around again, deciding that one opponent, no matter how terrifying, is favorable to facing a small army. <<if $plugjain == 1>>\ When turning back, the glowing strands are whirling through the air, twisting and weaving together into ethereal ropes of colorful twine. Ducking down in fright, you attempt to shield yourself from the attacking tentacles. With great speed, they lash out at you, twirling around your arms, legs and torso. When they make contact with your skin, the threads fall limp, disintegrating into a rain of sparkling particles, leaving you completely untouched. It comes as a surprise, and you immediately become aware of your plug growing cold as ice, sending shivers through your body. A heavy weight strikes you from behind, knocking you face down into the ground. You catch a glimpse of Roh charging at woman who screams inexplicably, @@color:slateblue;''“Theodore!”''@@. A sharp blow to the back of your head rattles your brain, and just before the world fades to black, you hear her again, @@color:slateblue;''“THEODORE!”''@@. <</if>>\ <<if $plugjain == 0>>\ When turning back, the glowing strands are whirling through the air, twisting and weaving together into ethereal ropes of colorful twine. Ducking down in fright, you attempt to shield yourself from the attacking tentacles. With great speed, they lash out at you, twirling around your arms, legs and torso. Their magical grip clamps down on you with an otherworldly strength, rendering you completely immobile. You catch a glimpse at Roh, as he stands frozen, a mere few paces away from the ageless sorceress. Trying to call out again, your words are drowned out by bands of thread mummifying your head. They cover your face, rendering you completely blind, just as your neck is violently constricted. In the final moments before the world fades to black, you hear the woman scream inexplicably, @@color:slateblue;''“THEODORE!”''@@. <</if>>\ [[Next|Week 2 RPG : Ending]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/tedbasement.jpg" width="535" height="387"></center> <small>@@color:purple;''“THEODORE!”''@@</small> Ted’s mother scream from the floor above, completely breaking you out of the moment. @@color:slateblue;''“WHAAAAT??”''@@ Ted yells back, already frustrated by her bellowing. <small>@@color:purple;''“DON’T BRAY, THEODORE!”''@@</small> she scolds. @@color:slateblue;''“I DON’T …. URRRGGGHH!”''@@ he growls, slamming his fists down on the table like a child throwing a temper tantrum. <small>@@color:purple;''“IT’S TIME FOR MY BATH!”''@@</small> she announces. The revelation comes as something of a shock, and you exchange an amused look with Ivan. @@color:slateblue;''“BUT MOOOOOOM!!”''@@ Ted complains, and you can hear a high-pitched squeal enter his voice. <small>@@color:purple;''“NOW! THEODORE…”''@@</small> she orders, clear that there will be no further negotiation on his part, or gaming on your part. Ted’s face reddens with both anger and embarrassment, to the point that his entire head might explode any second now. He catches sight of the smiles on your faces, @@color:slateblue;''“OUT! NOW!”''@@ he snarls, cutting off any chance you might have of making a humiliating joke at his expense. Raising your hands to assure Ted that you won’t torture him, you just can’t seem to wipe the grin off your face. With some speed and efficiency, you and Ivan replace your street clothes and exit the room. Parting ways, you bid farewell to your friend and jump in your car, homeward bound. - End of content -

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/netscapeicon.png" width="640" height="480"></center> Opening one of the folders, you come across a curious discovery - something called Netscape Navigator. Considering the colorful graphic of the icon, it appears to be another game, which is pleasing because minesweeper is pretty limited in what you’re able to do. When you click on the icon, the computer delays to respond for a few seconds, until a large picture appears in the middle of your screen. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/netscape.jpg" width="206" height="312"></center> The image is pretty impressive, and you start to think this might be some kind of ship simulator game. Hopefully it isn’t just a wire frame design though, it would be amazing if the game was more like F18 Interceptor. Even better, it could be a mix of that and carrier command, so you have a dynamic world to explore. You begin to get excited by the prospect, but the space and stars make you wonder if this isn’t a scifi game with some traditional influen- BRRRRRR-WHHHHZZZZ-KLAKKITY-KLAKK-KLAKK A strange box pops up showing a tiny telephone, and a strange noise rings out loudly from the computer. The initial shock is quickly replaced by recognition, as you realize that it’s just your modem connecting to the world wide web. You can barely understand the jargon, but it says: 14400 baud……… connected. A moment later, a new window fills your screen. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/altavista.jpg" width="614" height="416"></center> ''“What the fuck?”'' you wonder, staring dumbly at the mess of graphics and colored text on your screen. Fascinated, you begin to read every single word, exploring this space as you would a whole new world - an electronic world. After some time, you deduce that you can submit enquiries to the search field, and it produces a list of results below which you can then navigate to. Spending over an hour, you interrogate the machine, probing it for information. Some of your queries are serious and informative, while others are silly, even testing the machine with obscure references and pop culture tidbits. The extent of the machine’s failures seem correlated with your own failures of creating the proper search terms. Still, you’re incredibly impressed, staring in awe at the amassed knowledge of humanity right at your fingertips. You can’t help but chuckle, realizing that door-to-door encyclopedia salesmen are pretty much fucked now. With your fingers teetering over the keyboard, thinking of what to search for next, something suddenly comes to you. Hunting and pecking out the letters, you spell out a single word: TITS. Your search bears hundreds of thousands of results, and a pleased smile comes over your lips. Clicking on the very first result, you arrive at another page, entirely filled with barely visible text in a very small font. Tits, breasts, nipples, girls, sex, hardcore, etc, etc… You stop reading, assuming that these words exist only to bolster this site’s frequency of search hits. Lower on the page, a list of items in large, blue text appears: tits001, tits002, tits003, etc. Hovering your mouse pointer over the tits001, you excitedly click the button. [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Computer 3]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/tits001.gif" width="475" height="692"></center> A new window opens up, and to your delight, a picture begins to load in. Fumbling with your belt, it’s only a few seconds before your cock is in your hand. The picture is being revealed very slowly, one row at a time, but that doesn’t stop you from stroking yourself to a full erection. The face of a pretty lady’s disembodied head comes fully into view, and you note that her front teeth seem a bit… pronounced. Her eyes stare at you suggestively, as if it say - you ain’t seen nothing yet. The pace of your hand quickens in anticipation as the image continues to reveal itself. Once it reaches the top of her cleavage, you can tell she’s kind of a ‘big girl’, but they always have the best tits. When the next few rows appear, her chest seems to flare outward at a dramatic angle. ''“Holy Shit!”'' you gasp in astonishment at the potential scope of her gigantic bosom. A bolt of lightning shoots through your dick, almost sending you over the edge prematurely, but you manage to steady yourself at the last moment. You masturbate furiously as her big, fat fucking tits begin to come into view. Even before they’re visible, you can envision those immense, sexy milkers, with areolas the size of golf balls and huge nipples like the top of a baby’s bottle. You huff and puff, eagerly awaiting the final revelation of this magnificent chest, when…. ''“FUCK!”'' you curse as the image fails to load any further due to some kind of connection error. The rest of the image is greyed out, and your dick is even more disappointed than you are, visibly wilting in protest. Navigating back to the page, you try to load the image again, but it’s no use, the file itself must be corrupted. All you can do is stare at her smug face, with your rapidly softening dick in your hand. It seems like she’s mocking you now instead of enticing you, like she somehow knew this would happen. Tightening your jaw, you decide to move on to tits002. [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Computer 4]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/tits002.gif" width="362" height="618"></center> This one loads surprisingly fast, and you’re immediately looking at a cute young blonde. She kind of looks like Christina Applegate, whom you’ve had a crush on for a few years now. Her head is shyly turned away from the camera, and the blonde locks framing her face assist in protecting her dignity. Even though she’s nervous, there’s definitely consent, evident by the curiously adventurous look in her eyes. Her cocked shoulders betray the same reluctance, but at the same time, lifting and squeezing her tits together. Your cock is rock hard again, and you’re back in a full rhythm, just a few dozen strokes away from climax - but that’s when the image loading slows down again. ''“Oh, come on…”'' you complain, almost pleading with the girl on the screen. Your cock rebels again, preemptively losing some of it’s firmness, but you refuse to allow it. With determination, you increase your pace, ever hopeful that the image will reveal itself in due time. Indeed, another row does appear, showing the rounded flare of her elusive breasts. You can already tell that they’re the right size for her body, pleasantly plump and rounded, while maintaining a youthful perkiness. Another row. Your balls churn in anticipation, imagining your lips placing wet little kisses all over her sensitive nipples, and what her reaction would be. Would she gasp or giggle? Shy away from your touch, or lean in to wrap her tongue around yours… her legs falling open invitingly. The thought has you throbbing, about to set eyes on a truly angelic bosom. Perhaps not as impressive in scope as tits001, but with the size, shape and poise that make them just… perfect - except for the loading error that immediately occurs. ''“Noooooooo!”'' you wail, rapidly softening at the sudden rejection. You desperately tug on your semi-erect wiener, looking back at the sexy girl, hoping she will help to resuscitate your dying boner. The look on her face seems different to you now… Is she apprehensive about showing her tits? Or showing her tits to YOU in particular. You can see the appraisal in her eyes, judging you unworthy of gazing upon her majestic mammaries. Realistically, if you had met her in any walk of life, she wouldn’t even look at you twice, let alone bare her breasts for your autoerotic amusement. Your dick is way ahead of you, having foreseen this tragedy well in advance of your eyes. Noticing that you’re slowly stroking a flaccid penis with only two fingers, you nervously stop. Frowning at the uncooperative girl on the screen, you actually feel bad now, angry and frustrated with your balls aching to be emptied. This isn’t how pornography is supposed to work, and you’ve never had this problem with a magazine or videotape. It’s all so silly, getting worked up over a couple of lights flashing on a screen. You’re way too invested into what is essentially not even a pair of tits, but a picture of a pair of tits. Duly reprimanding yourself for being so foolish, you continue browsing through pictures with a more casual approach, limiting your expectations. Sure enough, you have a lot more luck with tits003 and tits004, with the images loading up fully, even if it still takes a minute or two. Maybe the first two pictures were accessed so many times that it corrupted the files? Like the stretching and distortion of a tape when you keep replaying the same scene over and over again. After some more experimentation, you find that some sites load the pictures up faster than others, and you’re opening multiple windows to load several pictures simultaneously. Your arousal fluctuates, reaching its peak at the sights of supple flesh, and hitting troughs in between loading times. After a roller coaster of buildup, one of the pictures from a random site seizes your attention. <<if $body >= 3>>\ [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Computer 5 Alpha]] <</if>>\ <<if $body == 2>>\ [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Computer 5 Beta]] <</if>>\

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/facepov1.jpg" width="498" height="460"></center> Your eyes bulge at the sight of her, and this time, there’s no mistaking the submissive look on her face. You cock instantly springs upward in response, prompting you to squeeze it tightly in excitement. She looks nervous, or frightened, down on her knees, perhaps for the first time ever. She knows that she’s doing something naughty, that’s what has her so worried, that she might get in trouble for being a little cock sucking slut. That’s exactly what it is, and you can tell by her conservative schoolgirl uniform, her pigtails, and the nerdy set of glasses she has on. Her slim face and narrow shoulders suggest that she’s but a waif of a girl, knocked over by a stiff wind - perfectly matching her implied disposition. She reminds you of Emma, the nerdy girl that Ivan has a crush on, matching her physique and persona almost exactly. The head of your cock throbs, blushing bright red as it further engorges with blood, responding to your every movement. You realize that she probably didn’t have the assertiveness to even kneel down for this man. She was probably ambushed in a room, alone, vulnerable, with nobody to protect her. He could just overpower her, forcing her down to knees, and there would be nothing she could do about it. Maybe if she screamed, or tried to resist, he would chivalrously accept her declination, but does she have the backbone to do even that much? No, certainly, not. She just stood there, shaking like a leaf, ready to surrender to his every whim. There’s no way she would have fished his cock out either, he probably whipped it out and stuck it right in her face, commanding her to take it between her dainty fingers. Even now, she looks up at him, still quivering in submission while helplessly awaiting his next order. The wet gloss of her petite lips makes you think about how they would have to stretch open just to accept the fat head of your cock. You wonder how Emma would react to this kind of treatment, would she fight back, or let you have your way. Waves of arousal wash over your body at the thought, and in mid-stroke, you flip to another window with a picture that has been loading in the background. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/facepov2.jpg" width="559" height="315"></center> ''“Fuuuuuck”'' you groan at the fully loaded image before you, making your cock begin to pulse rapidly. You’re convinced of it now, she would never resist for a second. She would just kneel there, mesmerized, as you forcefully shove your entire cock past her soft, sweet lips. The force of your thrust, so powerful and abrupt, that it knocks those stupid glasses right off her face. She can only coo fearfully as you take her deep, pushing past any limits she might have. Growling in triumph, you show this girl what her true place is in the world. Taking her by the head, you drag the frightened girl over to your bed and mount her face. ''“URRRG!”'' you growl, both in triumph and intimidation, sheathing your cock into her captive throat, and she reacts exactly as you would expect. The teary eyed surrender in her eyes speaks volumes, conveying that she will do whatever you want, if you promise not to hurt her. The very implication angers you, that she would dare even wear an expression that suggests to give you orders. You bare your teeth at her, slamming down into her open mouth as hard as you can. She flinches in pain, gurgling in a panic and looking even more frightened than before. That expression is inappropriate as well, so you savagely penetrate her throat once more, sending her into a kind of daze. Undeterred, you relentlessly follow up, seeing her lapse as your opportunity to really drive the point home. Removing all but the head of your cock, you pound it all the way down her throat five more times without any resistance from her. Taking her by the head, you force her to look you straight in the face while your cock is buried in her throat. This time there is no trepidation on her face, no fears or reservations… she finally understands. Now she knows that, not only is she a whore for cock, she’s a whore for YOUR cock. Her complete and total submission to your cock sends a surge of adrenaline through your body, right up to the tip of your dick. Taking her by the pigtails, your raise the back of her hear off the mattress and position yourself for entry. She continues staring up at you in complete obedience, even opening her mouth a little wider to afford you deeper entry. You knew she was nothing but a whore, you don’t love this bitch, she’s barely even a human being. With supreme confidence, you fuck her face, using her as a sex object Harder and harder, you thrust with a power that would split her lip or even break her nose, debasing her as much as possible in the process. No matter how sadistic your violation becomes, the look of submissive adoration on her face never shifts. You think she’s almost smiling slightly, the fucking whore is enjoying this even more than you are! She is yours, you OWN her, and your mind becomes fixated on her other hole. That soft, fresh peach she’s been ‘saving until marriage’ is now ripe for the picking. Withdrawing your length from her mouth, a trail of thick foam follows, coating her chin and sliding down the front of her neck. With both hands, you tear her shirt open, jostling her body around and roughing her up in the process. Finally reaching under her skirt, you tear at her white cotton panties, hard enough to make her flinch, but her expression never changes. Grabbing the back of her knees, you sharply spread her legs wide open, stretching them back to the full limits of her flexibility - and then a ways more. Clambering up to mount her tiny, hair tufted slit, you line it up with the bulbous, dripping head of your steel-hard cock. Staring deeply into her eyes, you suddenly grip her tightly by the neck, and she visibly flinches, betraying a sparkle of fear through those dead, glossy eyes. You WANT her to resist now, to BEG for you to stop in the defense of her chastity and dignity. And you give her that opportunity, daring her to oppose you, while the head of your cock probes at her entrance. You’re almost drooling in anticipation for her to break down, pleading and crying in this moment, right before you cut her off mid-sentence by busting open her pristine, virgin pussy in a single, brutal thrust. A sadistic smile comes over your face as her legs begin to tremble and her lips quiver as if she’s about to speak - you can’t wait to hear her SCREAM! ''“AAAHHHHHH”'' you moan, as a thick blast of cum fires out of your cock and deposits itself on your chest. The feeling is overwhelming, causing your entire body to shake and convulse in agonizing pleasure. For a moment, your vision goes dim and you nearly pass out from exhaustion. Still basking in the afterglow of what might be the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had, you note that your cock is still leaking a thick mass of semen. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/cumalpha.gif" width="427" height="240"></center> It takes you a while to catch your breath, let alone come back to your senses. Now spent, you look back to the screen, shutting down the pornographic windows until you’re staring at the desktop… and the clock. ''“Oh shit!”'' you gasp, realizing that it’s well into the night and you’ve been at this for hours. You can’t believe how much time has passed, after all, jerking off is usually a seven minute or less process. It must have been all that loading and waiting and… your dick going soft so many times in between. Could that be why your orgasm was so much better than usual? Or was it the actual content that brought you to that level? You do recall your last thoughts, and you feel a little embarrassed about your overactive imagination. You’ve never thought about Emma like that, hell, you’ve never thought about anyone like that. While it was a little weird, there’s no denying the results, that was… amazing. Powering down the machine, you make a stop in the laundry room to wipe yourself down with a dirty towel - it has to be cleaned anyways. Moving by sheer instinct, you sluggishly find your bed, flopping face down into the pillow and snoring before you can get under the covers. <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <</if>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<print "Dominance +5">> <<set $computer += 1>>\ [[Go to sleep|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/pussypov1.jpg" width="341" height="512"></center> ''“oh!”'' you gasp, completely unprepared for sight before you. It’s all been mostly pictures of naked women in provocative poses and… well, you suppose this is technically the same thing. There’s just something different about this picture… something jarring to your psyche. Maybe because it’s a closeup shot of her pussy instead of her tits, but for some reason you still find it unnerving. You always pictured a pussy as a cute, delicate thing that pretty girls hide away under their pink panties. Something they whisper and giggle about with the other girls, blushing and biting their lips at the thought of exposing it. This one is… different. It’s just so… BIG. The pronounced labia thrust out at your lewdly, proudly staring you in the face without a modicum of shame. Your little dick feels confused, still reaching an erection, but it feels kind of slack and bendy. It’s so sensitive, that you can’t really grip it with your whole hand, you have so much more control when using only two fingers. With a dainty grip just below the little head of your dickie, you begin to gently pull at it with soft, shallow strokes. ''“Ahhhhh”'' you shudder, feeling absolutely dreamy, lowering your butt off the edge of your chair to let your legs fall open while crossing your feet at the ankles. It feels so much better in this position, leaning back to gently tickle your hairless little fleshy coin purse. However, from this vantage, something suddenly strikes you. It’s not a closeup of her pussy, it’s being shot from at an upward angle, and you’re down there, underneath her. Your little penis stiffens suddenly, and you increase the pace of you miniature strokes. Tearing your eyes off her pussy, you look up at her, taking in the entire photo. The cords are drawn out on her powerful thighs, topped by her wide, flared hips, making her entire lower half look very large and imposing. Trailing upward, you try to sneak a cheeky look at her boobs, but they’re barely visible from this angle, so instead, you gaze upon her face. Her expression confirms all of your feelings, and she’s glad that you understand it as well. She wants you down there, and that’s why she put you there, so that YOU can pleasure HER, and not the other way around. Your little dick twinges at the thought, sending a shiver through your body, and eliciting a a girly whimper from your lips, ''“eep”''. You have to please her, but you just don’t feel up to the job, and no matter how hard you try, you can’t even imagine fucking her. Your eyes drop back to her hulking, intimidating pussy, and your natural instinct is to kiss it tenderly, lovingly; to show her how much you respect and admire her. Tilting your head to the side, your lips meet her lower lips in exquisite reverence, and you can feel your tongue begin to snake out of your mouth. A mocking, ghostly giggle snaps you out of your trance, and you catch yourself moaning with need, your tongue hungrily licking at your empty lips. The beat of your heart is heavy against your chest, and you’re nearly out of breath, protectively cupping your pinky of a pecker. With no trace of the giggler, you glance back at the girl’s face, and she looks positively tickled by your predicament. Suddenly noticing that another one of the images has finished loading, you switch over, perhaps to escape from these strange, twisted thoughts. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/pussypov2.jpg" width="499" height="550"></center> ''“...shit”'' you gasp at the sight of her, even more strict and statuesque that the last girl. She just stuck her big pussy in your face, and somehow you knew exactly what to do, and exactly where your place was. This woman is different, she’s… so beautiful! It’s like love at first sight as your eyes are immediately drawn to her puffy love lips. You take in her trim body, and her gorgeous, globular tits, bathed in a brilliant, white light. When you finally lock eyes with her, you’re taken aback. Is that… tits002??? The stark contrast of her expression now, compared to the other picture, is absolutely staggering. You can’t help but recall how she rejected you before, forbidding you from staring at her tits, and here you are again, ogling her like a dirty pervert. The contempt is clear on her face, and through your shame, you can’t even bear to look her in the eyes anymore. You catch yourself before accidentally staring at her tits again, averting your gaze to the top left of the image. If there was any confusion before, it’s made abundantly clear now. Her large, imposing hand sticks out into the foreground, and you follow her finger down to the tip of her manicured nail, right back to her waiting pussy. She doesn’t merely direct you, she orders you, commands you, and she will accept no argument. You already know that you could never be with a woman like her, or even have the pleasure of looking at her magnificent tits. Even so, here you are, and maybe this is your only chance of landing a babe like this. You’re willing to do whatever it takes to get into her good graces, if fact, you’re positively thrilled to taste her magnificent juices. Who knows, if you do a good enough job, she might even have sex with you… someday. She could take you whenever she wants, propping you up with two little fingers and lowering herself down to fuck your frightened, shrimpy dick. Even the thought of it sounds wrong in your head, why would she ever fuck you, when you both know that your dick would explode at first contact with her hot sex. You nipples crinkle up in arousal, and when you run your hand over your chest, it lights up with an electric sensitivity unlike you’ve ever experienced. Trembling, your teenie weenie stands straight up, teetering on the very edge of release. Moaning, you squeeze your hard nipple with one hand, wondering how you turned into such a whimpering little pussy licker. Whining with need, you’re only a few strokes away from release, when you notice another image has completed. Staring at the prospective image, you contemplate whether you should check it out or not. You REALLY want to see the new picture, but you’re still enraptured by this one, committed to it - to her. Refusing to cooperate, your arm continues to furiously diddle your tinkie winkie, and all you can do is look to your beloved for guidance. The look on her face is of abject denial, you’re not going anywhere now. You belong to her, and she DESERVES it, she earned it. ''“mmmm!”'' you moan, sticking your tongue out to service the pussy of your owner. The sheer act of obedience to her is enough to raise every hair on your body, instantly pushing you over the brink. ''“ungh! Unnnghh! UUUUUUUUUUUNGHH!”'' you wail like a girl, regardless of who might hear you, and your little dick spits out a tiny blob of jelly for your trouble. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/cumbeta.gif" width="190" height="292"></center> It feels so good, and you continue to masturbate right through your orgasm, even though it overstimulates your poor dick. No matter how much you try, you just can’t seem to milk out another drop for her. Panting and covered in sweat, you can feel an ache in your soft, little balls, like your orgasm wasn’t properly consummated. Sure enough, when you finally go limp in the chair, a drizzle of semen weeps from the tip of your dick. It takes you a while to catch your breath, let alone come back to your senses. Now spent, you look back to the screen, shutting down the pornographic windows until you’re staring at the desktop… and the clock. ''“Oh shit!”'' you gasp, realizing that it’s well into the night and you’ve been at this for hours. You can’t believe how much time has passed, after all, jerking off is usually a seven minute or less process. It must have been all that loading and waiting and… your dick going soft so many times in between. Could that be why your orgasm was so much better than usual? Or was it the actual content that brought you to that level? Your last thoughts before cumming were pretty embarrassing, and you feel like you’ve debased yourself. The only fortunate part, is that nobody was around to see you pinching your nipples and squealing like a girl. Powering down the machine, you make a stop in the laundry room to wipe yourself down with a dirty towel - it has to be cleaned anyways. Moving by sheer instinct, you sluggishly find your bed, flopping face down into the pillow and snoring before you can get under the covers. <<if $masc > 0>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity -5">> <</if>>\ <<set $sub = $sub + 5>>\ <<print "Submission +5">> <<set $computer += 1>>\ [[Go to sleep|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katerestaurantinterior.jpg" width="616" height="411"></center> The full gravity of the situation comes to bear upon you in this moment. While Bruce, now in possession of your girlfriend, walks out to a waiting limousine, you’re left with nothing but a few meaningless pieces of inked paper between your fingers. A sinking sensation in your stomach tampers with your equilibrium, throwing you for a minor dizzy spell. It’s rather terrifying how quickly you’re affected, but after a few deep, calming breaths, you’re able to cope with the stress load. Watching them through the restaurant’s window, you can see Bruce speaking to Kate and gesturing plainly, while she just listens and nods along. Perhaps as a defense mechanism, to preserve your own sanity, you actually begin to entertain the possibility that this is a legitimate opportunity for Kate. The notion does provide a modicum of solace in your current state, and it helps to put your nerves at ease. When Bruce opens the door for her, Kate looks inside and pauses, turning to look at him questioningly. He answers quickly, with a dismissive wave, before placing his hand on the small of Kate’s back to guide her into the vehicle. Her reluctance is brief, but she finally allows herself to be ushered into the limousine. This alarms you to the point of almost standing up to intervene, shattering your previous optimism about Bruce’s intentions. Before you can even begin to process what might be going on in that limo, the driver hits the gas, and they’re away. You find yourself staring out the window at where the limo used to be parked, stunned by how things played out. For the first time, you notice some of the other restaurant patrons peeking at you from behind glasses, napkins and menus. You burn with embarrassment, flushing crimson, right up to the tips of your ears. Shamefully, you stare directly down at the table, avoiding direct eye contact with anyone. You may have escaped their judging eyes, but the room is a chorus of assailing whispers. More than once, you hear the name Bruce uttered under the hushed tones of muffled voices. Laying on the table, dominating your view, are the crisp, vulgar notes of legal tender that you accepted in exchange for your girlfriend’s pleasant company. These three, loose pieces of paper that are supposed to represent value, now seem insufficient to even wipe your ass with, in retrospect. You hate them… and have a sudden urge to tear them to shreds, hurling the remnants into the air like confetti. Luckily, you manage to restrain yourself just in time for the waiter’s return. Although you’re not thrilled to see him again, at least the food has finally arrived, and you’re starving by this point. Focusing yourself on this consolation prize, you watch him uncover a colorful, aromatic dish that is perfectly plated, garnished, and originally intended for Kate. The mouthwatering aroma wafts up to your nostrils, fueling the anticipation of your own dish. The waiter briskly plops it in front of you, @@color:yellow;''“Bon Apetit”''@@, then quickly spins away from the table. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/restaurantdish.jpg" width="598" height="442"></center> Staring at the meager contents of the plate, you’re incredibly disappointed, and your eyes are instantly drawn to the meat. It looks like a chunk of raw ground beef they threw in a pan for ten seconds, and then just dumped it onto a plate. Pressing your fork down on the patty forces a pool of juice and blood to leak from the sides. Even the smell of it is distasteful, nearly to the point of spoiling your appetite altogether. On the plus side, they remembered your ketchup, but it just sits there uselessly, mocking you. The substandard food just adds insult to injury, and you’ve had just about enough of this entire fiasco. Conveniently, the waiter also left the bill, likely hoping you’ll just clear off - sooner rather than later. After a quick examination, you’re amazed to see that the bill amounts to two hundred dollars. Bruce’s contribution more than covers the expenses, including an extra hundred for your trouble. Under the circumstances, you wouldn’t mind cutting your losses and making a tactical retreat. On the other hand, this meal has already been paid for, and although your own plate isn’t on the level, Kate’s dinner looks great - and you’re starving. [[Pay and leave|Week 2 : After School : Kate : Pay][$restaurantbill += 200]] [[Finish your dinner|Week 2 : After School : Kate : Eat]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katerestaurantexterior.jpg" width="630" height="472"></center> <<if $restaurantbill == 200>>\ //''Nah, fuck this place…''// you think, unwilling to spend another moment in this sickening environment. Taking hold of two bills, you place them on top of your meat patty and use one finger to poke them into the meat. The once pristine currency is now soaking in the disgusting juices that these degenerates expected you to eat. You realize that it’s a bit petty, but under the circumstances, you feel like you’ve earned the right to be a little petty. Standing up rather abruptly, you stuff the final bill into your pocket and head for the exit. <</if>>\ <<if $restaurantbill == 500>>\ Pulling out your wad of cash, you peel off five bills and plonk them down on the table, “There! Alright?”. He greedily sweeps up your money with one hand, keeping you restrained with the other. “Yo! Get off me, man!” you growl, taking the opportunity to stand up and tear his arm away from your shirt. The anger is clear on your face, and now that he doesn’t have the position advantage anymore, you consider blasting him right in the face. There is no language barrier in body language, and he squares up, ready to defend himself if need be. You’ve gone from a bad situation, to a worse situation, and if they call the cops, it will get much, MUCH worse for you here. Finally your brain comes to the rescue, navigating your feet toward the exit, while the waiter immediately begins to bow and scrape in apology to the other customers. <</if>>\ The night feels a little darker, a little colder, now that you don’t have Kate to keep you company. Approaching your vehicle, you take a look back into the restaurant through one of the windows. Everyone is feasting merrily with their friends and loved ones, having completely forgotten about your recent debacle. Their wealth and status doesn’t just afford them material possessions, but dignity and respect. At the same time, that isn’t something you want from the likes of them, and you couldn’t care less if they accepted you or not. The wind blows a little harder, penetrating the fabric of your clothes, as if ushering you away from this place. Wrapping your arms around your chest, you take shelter inside your car at the far end of the parking lot. Protected from the elements, the interior of your car is still rather crisp, prompting you to turn the engine over. The vents immediately blow cold air, so you turn down the fan until the car has a chance to warm up. It doesn’t take very long, but it’s long enough for your thoughts to drift towards Kate. You can’t believe what happened tonight… Kate was picked up by Bruce Willis, of all people, right in the middle of your first real date with her. There are no more illusions of professionalism, you could see it in Bruce’s eyes, even if it was too late by that point. And now… Kate is off to some meeting with… who was it? Quentin Tarantino? You love his movies and everything, but the guy has always struck you as kind of a creep - and you heard he has a foot fetish or something… The other guy was… something… Weinstein? The name sounds familiar, you might have seen it in the credits of a movie or something, but who even cares? Some random producer isn’t the guy you need to be worried about in this situation. Kate looked absolutely stunning tonight, maybe too good, now that you think about it. Is that why Bruce was drawn to her? or was he so pissed off that you ambushed him the bathroom, that this was his way of taking revenge on you? No matter how you slice it, you just can’t shake the thought that this was all your fault somehow. In your faulty action, or lack of action altogether, Kate has slipped through your fingers, and now she’s… Although your thought process ends, your imagination runs wild, hurtling out of control. It wouldn’t have taken much for Bruce to seduce her at that point, considering how eager she was to go with him. For all you know, he could have become an entirely different person once they were locked into that limo together. His hands travelling all over her body, squeezing on her soft bits, while she squirms around and giggles uncomfortably, without anyone there to defend her honor. A guy like that? He might have just pulled his dick out without a single word, knowing from experience what aspiring young actresses would do for a break. Fuck, her lips might have already been wrapped around his cock in front of the restaurant before the limo even set into motion. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katelimobj.gif" width="547" height="330"></center> The notion causes your nipples to crinkle up, and you notice that your dick is hard as a rock under your pants. There’s an insistent ache in your balls, swollen from an entire night of admiring Kate’s beauty. You remember her sweet face, and the promise she made before she left with Bruce. She was so sincere, you can’t think that she would immediately suck him off, and that she would lie to you so brazenly. ''“Uhhhh”'' you shudder, pressing the palm of your hand flat against your bulge, trying to somehow suppress this ill-timed arousal. It has precisely the opposite effect, causing it to swell painfully, threatening to bust out of your pants on its own accord. You give Kate the benefit of the doubt, believing that she wouldn’t maliciously cheat on you… or behave like such a slut. Bruce will definitely be putting the full-court-press on her throughout the evening though, it’s just a question of her ability to resist his advances. Even if they’re both perfectly behaved in the limousine, what happens when they get to Bruce’s place? It’s surely an immense mansion of staggering beauty. Immaculately trimmed foliage, marble statues, and the pool… you can just imagine what the pool would be like. The shining, pristine waters maintained perfectly; heated, lighted, and flanked by an array of erotic fountains. Kate would be astounded, and what if he made his move at that exact moment of weakness. <center><video width="640" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katebrucekiss.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ His lips meeting hers, as he softly whispers promises of wealth and fame, telling her exactly what she wants to hear. She might be amenable to a bit of touching, a little kissing - after all, he already kissed her hand right in front of you. As hard as you try, just can’t imagine her resisting a slow and methodical seduction, where one thing leads to another, and the sheer pleasure whisks her away into the fantasy. Could he actually fuck her? Would she just let him start stripping her on the spot, and use her like a common whore? There’s no way! You refuse to believe that Kate would act like such a slut. How could he get her naked, unless… //''Oh no''// you think, //''The pool''//. <center><video width="640" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katebrucepool.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ At the peak of her arousal, locked in a passionate kiss, he tips her right into the water. The cool liquid soaks through her dress, enveloping her entire body, infiltrating and tickling her most private areas. It would be easy for Bruce to tear her clothes off at that point, leaving her vulnerable, and bare to the world. Their naked bodies, twisting and writhing, suspended in the liquid, feeling lighter than air. ''“Uhhh“'' you groan, realizing that you’ve been methodically rubbing your bulge. You can’t stand it anymore, recklessly clawing at your belt and zipper to release the stifled mass within. There’s a great moment of relief when your cock is free to expand without constraint, taking it well in hand, you being to stroke. <center><video width="640" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katebrucevaginal.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ Juicing her up with empty promises, making her wet in the pool, and ultimately, Bruce will take her in the boudoir. Primped and primed, Kate would end up on her back, you’re sure of it, completely and utterly helpless. He’s probably fucking her right now, bearing down upon her naked body and stretching her pussy open to accommodate his movie star’s cock. You can’t even begin to imagine how many hundreds of girls he fucked, maybe thousands, honing his skill through direct experience. What could Kate possibly do now? Other than offer total submission as he plays her pussy like a violin. You imagine her shaking uncontrollably, crying out in ecstasy as she squirts around his thrusting shaft. He wouldn’t slow down for a second, relishing the moment, pounding her young body relentlessly, to put an exclamation point on the feat. <center><video width="640" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katebruceanal.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ And if he wanted all of her holes, what could stop him? You know how big and strong he is, you remember the way he gripped your puny hand - the same one now vigorously jerking your dick. Whenever he wants, he can flip her over effortlessly, penetrating her tiny starfish with impunity. Kate would give it to him too, willingly bracing herself on all fours, allowing this sex god to further expand her horizons, even if it means expanding her anus in the process. Out of all the models, groupies and high-class escorts, Bruce would much rather fuck your sweet, young girlfriend. The thought sends a shiver of embarrassing arousal through your body, but you can understand his motive. All of those girls, who may even be sexier and more skillful than Kate, are somehow tainted by the industry. If you don’t want a rotten apple, don’t go to the barrel, get it off the tree. The sexual appetite of this ravenous predator makes you lament the devouring of your precious, freshly ripened fruit. The true scope of his intentions makes things that much worse. Knowing how much satisfaction he plans to extract out of Kate, using her as an instrument for his own pleasure. Regardless of her promise and commitment to you, or her own dignified intentions for the evening - She will be a slut tonight, Bruce will make sure of that. He’s going to destroy her, ruined for life, just so that Bruce can have one night of carnal bliss. Kate might be a slut forever now, the entire course of her life changed in a matter of hours, molded and shaped at the point of his cock. There’s no way you could fuck her now, and you would be ashamed to even try, dreading the disappointed look on her face. The realization brings you near climax, pumping your dick a little more roughly than necessary, punishing it into submission. He doesn’t give a fuck about her, the only thing he might care about is getting her pregnant. Maybe Bruce will force her to stare into his eyes as he viciously fucks her face like a cheap whore. Making her to watch it happen, her vacant eyes flanked by makeup smeared from the pool and their sexual escapades. Ensuring that she can taste it, and she WILL swallow it, feeling his propagation material sliding down the walls of her throat. Or maybe Bruce loses control, the sound of her squealing voice pushing him over the edge while he’s balls deep in her tight, dirty little hole. Taking a handful of her hair, and thrusting as deeply as possible with a triumphant roar, he blasts a huge wad of gunk into her colon, packing it into her bowels. The thought of Bruce forcefully anally inseminating your girlfriend pushes you over the brink. ''“AAAAHHHH!”'' you cry, as the thick, pent up, gelatinous mass pushes its way through your urethra. An explosion of pleasure wracks your body, and you fail to catch the first blast, which ends up on the floor mat of your car. Convulsing at the unexpected intensity of your orgasm, you’re barely able to catch it at the tip of your dick with your other hand. For a few minutes, you lay flat back against the seat wrestling with consciousness, cradling your spent load the entire time. Recovering from your orgasm, you feel more relieved than anything, letting off an undue pressure that threatened to torture you to death. Reaching for an old fast food bag, you wipe your jizz covered hand off. Unfortunately, the paper bag isn’t very absorbent, so it leaves a thin film of semen remaining on your fingers. You don’t care, and you briefly recall the whole Kate thing, but it’s a lot less impactful now. <<if $restaurantbill == 200>>\ What you do remember, is the bullshit food in that restaurant, and your stomach is growling. You decide to grab some drive-through and head home for the night. There’s a new burger at McD’s that you haven’t tried yet. It’s called the arch deluxe, and it’s supposed to be really good. <<if $masc > 0>>\ <<set $masc -= 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity -5">> <</if>>\ <<set $sub += 5>>\ <<print "Submission +5">> <<set $money -= 200>>\ <<print "Money -200">> [[Go to sleep|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]] <</if>>\ <<if $restaurantbill == 500>>\ <<if $masc > 0>>\ <<set $masc -= 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity -5">> <</if>>\ <<set $sub += 5>>\ <<print "Submission +5">> <<set $money -= 500>>\ <<print "Money -500">> [[Go to sleep|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]] <</if>>\

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katerestaurantinterior.jpg" width="616" height="411"></center> Your eyes narrow, resentful of the gazes and whispers all around you. Irritation cuts through your embarrassment like a knife, and you won’t be run out by these people. Who cares what they think? You have a right to be here just as much as they do, and you came to eat, so you will finish your dinner. In defiance, you take hold of the wine bottle and take a big swig off it, drawing some looks of disapproval from the tables nearest to you. Smiling broadly at their displeasure, you note the great taste of the wine, and immediately feel it warming your stomach in a comforting way. Frowning at your plate, you’ d like nothing more, than to scoop it up and smash it on the ground beside you. Considering they would surely drag your ass out of here if you did, the impulse slowly fades away. Instead, you push it aside with one disgusted finger, while dragging Kate’s plate directly in front of you. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/restaurantdish2.jpg" width="400" height="400"></center> The dish looks exquisite; Simple, light, delicate and genuinely mouthwatering. The perfectly seasoned breading retains a palpable crunch, while the chicken and stuffing within are dripping with moisture and flavor. Giving the cutlery a miss, you grab a piece with your hand, stopping to admire it for a moment, before taking half of it into your mouth. It’s absolutely scrumptious, like an orgy in your mouth, and before you realize it, you’re scarfing down the other half as well. The juices spill down the corners of your mouth, with your cheeks bulging to capacity. Closing your eyes, you savor every last bit of the food, washing it down with some more wine, which perfectly compliments the flavor. The taste is nearly perfect, save for the cream sauce, which seemed slightly saltier than it needed to be. It’s a small flaw though, and you didn’t even notice until you were licking it off your fingers, isolating the flavor from the rest of the dish. In less than a minute, you clean the plate, excluding the wayward flap of lettuce on the side. With a final gulp of wine to wash it down, you accidentally let out a burp, and it’s louder than you would have liked. People are becoming visibly annoyed with your table manners, but the wine helps you realize that it’s no big deal, and these people are just being too uptight. At that moment, the waiter reappears, his eyes slowly widening at the sight of you. Snatching up your bill, he makes a show of crossing something off with his pen, before hastily scribbling onto the page. When he flings it onto the table, you immediately snatch it up and notice that the price has changed. Now it says that you owe five hundred dollars, with an added charge for chateau lafite. ''“What the fuck is this!?”'' you curse. @@color:yellow;''“You pay! And go!”''@@ he orders through a thick french accent, suddenly taking on a very confrontational stance. Staring at the bill, you realize that you’re being charged extra for the entire bottle of wine. For some reason, you thought it was included, and why else would they leave it on the table otherwise? ''“Nah, this is some bullshit, man!”'' you complain, feeling like you were tricked out of your money. He looks outraged now, @@color:yellow;''“You PEEG! PAY NOW!”''@@. There’s something about his accent that makes it impossible to take him seriously, ''“Fuuuuuuuck youuuuuu”''. You refuse to be bullied like this, and if they don’t like it, they can fucking sue you. ''“You know what? Why don’t you put it on Bruce’s tab? I’m out…”'' you declare, moving to shift your seat and stand from the table. @@color:yellow;''“MARCEL!”''@@ The waiter yells, quickly seizing you by the collar and pinning you to the chair, @@color:yellow;''“APPELEZ LA POLICE!”''@@. In the brief struggle, you discover that you’re more than a little tipsy from the wine, and completely unable to free yourself from a sitting position. While you don’t speak french, you know what police means, and even though you don’t care about the restaurant bill, you are very concerned about the illicit narcotics in your possession. ''“W-w-wait!”'' you urge the waiter, who seems unconvinced, until you raise your voice, ''“OK! OK, MAN! Don’t call the cops! I’ll pay, I’LL PAY!”''. The disbelief never leaves his intense stare, nor do his hands ever leave your collar, but he does give an upward nod toward the kitchen, presumably communicating with Marcel. There is no escape at this point, and you have to bite the bullet, so you reach for your wallet, hoping you have enough to cover the bill. <<set $high = 100>>\ [[Pay and leave|Week 2 : After School : Kate : Pay][$restaurantbill += 500]] [[Don't pay|Week 2 : After School : Kate : Don't pay]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katerestaurantinterior.jpg" width="616" height="411"></center> ''“Listen, man, I…”'' you choke on your words, ''“I don’t have the money”'' you admit. The miserable look on your face has no effect on the waiter, and if you’re looking for sympathy, you’re talking to the wrong guy. @@color:yellow;''“Marcel!”''@@ he calls out again, but not shouting like before, it’s a sharp, abrupt order. At the same time, he raises you by the collar, and walks you toward a set of double doors in the back of the restaurant. Without another word, he shoves you through the doors, where you’re immediately intercepted by another man. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katerestaurantkitchen.jpg" width="564" height="300"></center> A fleet of workers dart to and fro, methodically cooking and chattering with their coworkers. Just the sight of it stresses you out, not to mention the wave of heat that washed over your body, making it more difficult to breathe. Without warning, an apron is being tied around your waist, and a strange cap placed over your head. The man, who seems to be named Marcel, ushers you to the very rear of the kitchen, where you are presented with a mountain of dirty plates, glassware and silverware. At this point it’s clear that they intend you to work off your debt by operating as a dishwasher, and you have little choice but to accept. The double sink is filled with hot water on one side, a giant pile of dishes soaking within. Taking hold of a soapy sponge from an adjacent bowl, you reach into the water to retrieve one of the dishes. ''“Ahh fuck!”'' you curse, nearly burning your hand at the temperature of the water. It has to be a certain temperature to loosen the grime, but this is ridiculous. You can hear some of the other workers laughing to each other, saying things in french that you don’t understand, but you suspect it’s at your expense. There are no gloves anywhere in sight, and likely, you’re expected to suck it up and work through the pain. Snatching up the hot plates as quickly as possible, you manage to negate some of the heat, but as time goes on, it begins to wear on you. A particularly hot plate nearly falls out of your hand, but you manage to let it fall back into the sink before it can burn you. Taking a look at your hands, they’re red as a pair of lobsters, stinging in a very specific way that you associate with burns. ''“Son of a bitch…”'' you curse under your breath, gently rubbing at your swollen, prickly feeling hands. You can’t take this shit anymore… You know it’s a kitchen, but your hands aren’t supposed to be what’s cooking. A heavy weight suddenly crashes into your shoulder, nearly knocking you over, but you catch the side of the table to retain your balance. ''“FUUUUUCK!”'' you cry out, the pain exploding in your hand, which now feels like one giant bruise. @@color:slateblue;''“Oh shit!”''@@ says the large man who accidentally bumped into you, partially blinded by the stack of boxes he’s carrying, @@color:slateblue;''“Are you ok, kid? Did I hurt you?”''@@. One thing you immediately notice about the middle-aged man, is the complete lack of a french accent, in addition to the tattoos running up his arms, and his pointy mustache. ''“Nah,”'' you quickly reply, clamping down on your wrist, hoping the lack of circulation may stem the pain ''“It’s my hands…”''. @@color:slateblue;''“Your hands?”''@@ he repeats, sounding very concerned as bends down to examine the palm of your upturned hand. When he gently runs his finger along your palm, the stinging sensation makes you wince in response. ''“This water is hot as fuck, man… and they didn’t even give me any gloves”'' you nearly whine, but manage to keep your tone sounding angry. His back stiffens, releasing your hand and turning to stare at the other employees, @@color:slateblue;''“Those motherfuckers…”''@@ he sighs. @@color:slateblue;''“Look,”''@@ he begins, leaning in to whisper in your ear, @@color:slateblue;''“I don’t like these french fucks either… I’m just here for the night because the pastry chef called in sick”''@@. ''“Oh… yeah, no doubt, man…”'' you reply, content to hear that you’re not alone in this situation, but his offer of solidarity doesn’t really help at the moment. Staring into the steaming sink, you experimentally clench your hands, wondering if you could potentially resume working. There’s no way, it feels like they’re made of leather, inflexible and unyielding to your efforts. You consider dumping your dope and facing the cops, but that’s the absolute last resort. He must see the pain and conflict in your eyes, because places a comforting hand on your shoulder. @@color:slateblue;''“Hey…”''@@ he whispers in a kindly voice, @@color:slateblue;''“Do you want to get the fuck out of here?”''@@. ''“HELL Y-”'' you almost cheer, just managing to muffle your voice at the last moment. He smiles to reveal a set of yellow teeth, craning his neck to make sure the coast is clear, @@color:slateblue;''“Ok, grab one of these boxes and follow me”''@@. Quickly bending to pick up a box, you have quite a bit of difficulty. It feels like the entire box is packed full of canned food, making it very heavy, and pushing the pain threshold of your hands to the limit. @@color:slateblue;''“Stay right on my ass”''@@ he adds in a hoarse, urgent whisper, @@color:slateblue;''“Don’t fuck around and lag behind, you got it?”''@@. Gritting your teeth against the pain, you nod insistently, hoping he will get the message. @@color:slateblue;''“Let’s go…”''@@ he directs, walking at a quick, efficient work pace, making sure not move too quickly, or too slowly. You match him step for step in close pursuit, successfully disguising your motive, and following the man through a door leading out of the kitchen area. You follow right behind him into the storeroom, and once he is out of view, he looks back over your shoulder, making sure you weren’t spotted. For your part, once the door closes behind you, the box falls out of your hand, and you have to shuffle backward to avoid having it land on your foot. Glancing at the fallen box, he shakes his head dismissively, taking you by the shoulders and moving you out of the doorway. @@color:slateblue;''“That was perfect”''@@ he smiles, @@color:slateblue;''“Now we gotta be fast, but since I’m covering for you here, you have to do something for me too”''@@. ''“What?”'' you ask, suddenly confused, ''“Like wha-”''. Your words are cut off when he grabs you by the head, pulling you into a kiss so deep that his tongue penetrates into your mouth. Out of sheer instinct, you fight back against him, wrenching your head away by putting pressure on his throat. <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/restaurantkiss.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ [[Attack|Week 2 : After School : Kate : Attack]] [[Accept|Week 2 : After School : Kate : Accept]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katerestaurantexterior.jpg" width="630" height="472"></center> Once you are able to create that space with your opponent, you fire a hellish knee to his unsuspecting groin. You can feel the tremendous amount of force you just exerted, recognizing that he’s finished, even before you hear the moan escape his lips. Shoving him laterally, the man crumples to the ground, clutching at his balls in the fetal position. You’re not sticking around for the exciting conclusion, immediately bolting to the other side of the room. Sure enough, in a barely visible alcove, obstructed by a stack of boxes, you locate a marked fire exit. Without breaking stride, you can only hope that no alarms sound, as you burst out of the door, into the cool night air. Although no alarm rings out, it could be silent, so you don’t slow your pace an inch. Slaloming around the corner of the building, you spot your car at the far end of the parking lot. Fishing the keys from your pocket mid-stride, you launch into an all out sprint. It’s a straight shot, and you never look back, closing the distance fast as possible. Popping open the lock, you open and close the door in one, practiced, fluid motion, slipping yourself inside through the gap. Without pause, you’re turning the engine over and throwing it into gear, hitting the gas a little sooner than your transmission was ready for. The sudden clank alarms you, forcing your foot even heavier on the pedal. Within seconds, you’re peeling off the lot and onto a main road, determined to escape this place. You can’t help but think… //''What the hell was in that wine?''// [[Go to sleep|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]]

Breaking away from his lips, you’re in shock by his sudden, aggressive sexual advances. Although you escaped his disgusting kiss, he’s still hugging you close to his body. Your head is swimming right now, making you feel weak and light-headed. Perhaps moving from the hot kitchen into this cool storage room is responsible for the effect, but the amount of wine you drank must be a large contributing factor as well. With every breath, you feel looser, like you’re about to melt in his arms. You thought he just wanted to help you escape, but he had an agenda from the first second you met. @@color:slateblue;''“It’s ok…”''@@ he assures you, in stark contrast to his previous aggression. //''What’s ok?!''// you think, //''Nothing! There’s nothing ok about this nightmare''//. It would have been great if Kate didn’t abandon you, forcing you to scorch your hands off trying to pay the bill. Your body shakes, and a slight blubber escapes your lips before you can compose yourself. @@color:slateblue;''“Shhhh… It’s ok, man…”''@@ he whispers, hugging you a bit tighter and gently stroking your hair. You don’t get a lot of hugs, and the impact is profound, causing a sense of comfort to transfer through his body into yours. Placing your forehead against his chest, you squeeze your eyes shut as tightly as you can, resisting the urge to sob in despair. The rejection and humiliation that Kate has inflicted upon you is just the kind of resentment you need, in order to keep your eyes dry. //''Fucking bitch…''// you think, bitter about how she tossed you away at the first opportunity, thinking the grass would be greener on the other side. Without realizing it, you’re hugging him back, fully embracing the support he offers in this pivotal moment. His strong arms cradling you, drawing you into his welcoming warmth, and pressing your belly against the stiff bulk of his groin. Your deeply trained impulse is to reject this feeling; you’re not gay… you’re not a faggot. Amid those conflicted thoughts, something suddenly occurs to you. This person isn’t trying to rape you, or hurt you, he is attracted to you. It makes you feel wanted, needed, in a way that acts as a soothing balm to Kate's injurious rejection. You don’t want to feel this pain anymore, and the only thing stopping you are the conventions of society. For as long as you can remember, you’ve skirted rules, laws, and expectations. You didn’t make these rules, and this is your life, to do as you please no matter what anyone thinks or says. Combining your innate rebellious disposition with a modicum of courage, you decide that you want this. A shiver runs through your body, and your back arches suddenly, pressing yourself against him even harder. The stiffness of your own member is very apparent now, and he must feel it jabbing into his thigh. <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/restaurantbulge.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ It’s too late to turn back now, and with unsteady breath, you lose yourself in the moment. Tracing your fingers downward along the length of his masculine arm, you hesitate briefly, before placing your hand over his bulge. Your heart races with exhilaration at the sheer taboo of the act. Closing your fingers, you grasp at his hard cock, massaging it over the fabric of his pants. @@color:slateblue;''“Urghh”''@@ he grunts appreciatively, abruptly flexing every muscle in his body, and you can feel it pushing through his soft layer of fat. Seeming paralyzed, the only thing he moves is an arm, lovingly petting and stroking your head. His cock responds too, twitching and fattening, writhing under your fingertips like a trapped serpent, locked away to safeguard the forbidden fruit within. The arousal flows into you as well, committing this forbidden act, breaking the rules, being naughty. ''“Ahhh”'' you allow yourself to audibly sigh, and it feels good, REALLY good, like a weight lifted off your chest. Emboldened, your experimental touches evolve into impassioned groping. You can’t see it, but you can feel its girth, as you explore every hot, hard inch of it. The same feelings that allowed you to touch him, are now being enhanced by the act itself, causing a dizzying feedback loop of taboo pleasure. Your breaths become shallow, urgent, as you begin to stroke him vulgarly over his pants. He never pushes or nudges you, but the way his fingers play in your hair instinctively tells you what he wants. He wants to put it in your mouth, and you can’t get that thought out of your head. You feel so submissive, jerking some guy’s fat dick like a horny little slut, getting him nice and hard, before you suck it. It’s driving you crazy, thinking of his big cock… Imagining what it looks like… tastes like… Thinking about how it would feel… pushing, into your mouth. A breaking point occurs, halting the motion of your hand, and you lock eyes with the man. Through some unspoken, telepathic communication, you connect with him, assenting to his will. You begin sinking to your knees, as the smile on his face begins to widen. Swiveling his head to the side, he checks the door, reminding you of the necessary haste, as you work on freeing his cock. <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/restaurantkneel.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Kate : Accept 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/restaurantcock.gif" width="500" height="350"></center> It flops out, a heavy tube of meat engorged with blood, staring you down at eye level. You don’t have time to consider this anymore, what if the waiter walks in here, and you have your mouth wrapped around a big, fat dick? Reaching for it too quickly, you bobble the appendage, misjudging its substantial weight and flexibility. You have to hurry, just to get this over with; like tearing off a bandage, all in one motion. Parting your lips, you take the head into your mouth and close your lips around the shaft. @@color:slateblue;''“Yeahhhhhhhh”''@@ he groans, palming the back of your skull. His pleasure flows back into you, and you look up to meet his gaze - this time, with his big dick in your mouth. The intensity in his eyes shakes you to the core, and you’re unable to suppress a high-pitched squeak ''“mmph”''. <center><video width="480" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/restaurantlean.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ @@color:slateblue;''“That’s it, bitch”''@@ he sneers, leaning back to thoroughly enjoy your mouth. The remark only serves to arouse you further, spurring your head into motion. Your tongue wraps around the head in your mouth, while you literally suck on the sweaty, salted beef, drawing your lips back to the head. A blob of fluid lands on your tongue, mixing with your rapid production of saliva. When you take him deeper again, you can’t stop the concoction from being slathered all over his dick. Before long, the amount of fluid in your mouth causes you to reflexively swallow. To your surprise, the flavor isn’t offensive at all, it’s even a little sweet. There’s no question about it… you’re a bitch… a cock sucking bitch to be precise. Kneeling down for a man, taking a dick in your mouth like a filthy whore. Sucking it… slurping the sweet glaze off the salty sausage stuffing your mouth, and drinking deeply of its effluence. The motion of your head becomes erratic, focusing more on sucking every last tasty drop of moisture off his spongy dick. There’s no denying it, you love the taste of cock! Your feast is interrupted by an unexpected thrust, accompanied by a nudge at the back of your head. ''“Mmmph!”'' you moan in surprise, fearing that he would yank your head down, burying that thick piece of meat into your throat. Instead, he respects the comfortable depth that you set yourself, pushing just the tip of his cock into your mouth, and thrusting at a steady, gentle pace. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/restaurantbj.gif" width="400" height="375"></center> It’s so different than before, so much easier, removing the need for you to bob your head back and forth. All you have to do now is accept it, to take it how ever he likes it. You’re not sucking his dick anymore, he’s fucking your face, using you to gratify himself. His thrusting hips, the strong hand behind your head, the thick cock relentlessly pumping in and out of your mouth. When the bulbous mass angles, pushing against the inside of your cheek, you look up him. @@color:slateblue;''“Aaarrrrr”''@@ he emits a guttural moan, his face severe. Gripping your head tighter, and increasing his thrusts to a rapid pace, he makes a show of asserting his dominance over you. The terrified surrender in your eyes only spurs him on, showing less regard for your comfort, and focusing on his own pleasure instead. ''“Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!”'' you moan each time the wide head of his cock painfully stretches your cheek. The juices of his cock elude your tongue, travelling along the side of your cheek, and trickling down the back of your throat. It causes a lewd shlocking sound, as his cock jets in and out, squishing the fluids around in your mouth. A part of you is disappointed that you can’t savor the taste of it, and your painfully hard cock strains in frustration. Without a thought, your hand plunges down the front of your pants, taking hold of your incredibly sensitive dick. You immediately recognize how much smaller it is, and it only takes two fingers to diddle yourself under your clothes. @@color:slateblue;''“Oh fuck!”''@@ he gasps, going stiff suddenly and thrusting out his hips, letting his cock lay flat against your tongue again. Hungrily, you engulf the cock in your mouth, wrapping your tongue around it like a snake. The familiar flavor stiffens your nipples, and your little cock goes off prematurely. ''“AAWWWWW- GLUG-”'' you cry out in orgasm around his cock, before he forces it in deeper, muffling your voice. ''“glug-glug-glug”'' you uncontrollably moan, your little dick squirting right into your underwear, while his big cock gets to shoot in your hot, wet mouth. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/restaurantcum.gif" width="500" height="321"></center> @@color:slateblue;''“AAARRRGGHHH!”''@@ he groans, the masculine tenor of his voice perfectly complimenting the ferocity of his ejaculation. The thick, acrid gelatin erupts heavily onto your tongue, splashing up to the roof of your mouth, and the back of your throat. With your lips around his shaft, you can feel it swell and pulse with every subsequent burst. You swallow it all, blast after blast, he feeds you from his capacious semen reservoirs. Still tugging on your softening penis, you suck on him like a straw, deeper and harder, desperate to coax out as much as you can. Even semi-hard, his man-sized cock fills your entire mouth. When you reluctantly pull away, errant silky strings of cream keep you connected. You can’t resist catching them with your tongue, looking up at him with a shy, mischievous smile. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/restaurantbjcum.gif" width="445" height="232"></center> His expression is very different though, staring directly at the door. In a panic, you whip your head around to check, but thankfully there is nobody there. Still, the possibility of being discovered suddenly terrifies you. What if they heard him cumming in your mouth? They could be on their way right now, while you were busy draining every last drop out of his balls. Oh my god! What if they find out you’re a faggot? You might have to suck all of their dicks, if they don’t decide to gang rape you. Using his belt as a handhold, you tug yourself up to a standing position, throwing yourself against his broad chest, hoping that he will rescue you from all this. @@color:slateblue;''“Go…”''@@ he whispers, spinning you around and herding your forward with a hand on your lower back. Leading you to the other end of the room, you spot a marked fire exit, partially obscured by a stack of boxes. [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Kate : Accept 3]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/katerestaurantexterior.jpg" width="630" height="472"></center> Without breaking stride, you can only hope that no alarms sound, as you burst out of the door, into the cool night air. Although no alarm rings out, it could be silent, so you don’t slow your pace an inch. Slaloming around the corner of the building, you spot your car at the far end of the parking lot. Fishing the keys from your pocket mid-stride, you launch into an all out sprint. It’s a straight shot, and you never look back, closing the distance fast as possible. Popping open the lock, you open and close the door in one, practiced, fluid motion, slipping yourself inside through the gap. Without pause, you’re turning the engine over and throwing it into gear, hitting the gas a little sooner than your transmission was ready for. The sudden clank alarms you, forcing your foot even heavier on the pedal. Within seconds, you’re peeling off the lot and onto a main road, determined to escape this place. In your departure, fleeting memories of the act you just comitted linger in your mind. Absently licking your lips, you can still taste him, struggling to decipher how this happened. You can’t help but think… //''What the hell was in that wine?''// <<if $masc > 5>>\ <<set $masc -= 10>>\ <<print "Masculinity -10">> <</if>>\ <<set $sub += 10>>\ <<print "Submission +10">> [[Go to sleep|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/schoolhallway.jpg" width="420" height="250"></center> In between classes, you don't have much time to think, let alone act. The droves of busybody students move in all directions, crisscrossing each other in a chaotic ballet. Reaching your class is less about navigating the hallways, and more about braving the rapids in a turbulent sea of bodies. Moving diagonally, you zigzag on currents of flesh like a wayward sailboat seeking safe harbor. The adventure comes to an end when you drop anchor outside your drama class. <<if $day == 8>>\ [[Go to class|Week 2 Monday : 2nd period]] <</if>>\ <<if $day == 9>>\ [[Go to class|Week 2 Tuesday : 2nd period]] <</if>>\ <<if $day == 10>>\ [[Go to class|Week 2 Wednesday : 2nd period]] <</if>>\ <<if $day == 11>>\ [[Go to class|Week 2 Thursday : 2nd period]] <</if>>\ <<if $day == 12>>\ [[Go to class|Week 2 Friday : 2nd period]] <</if>>\

Nervously standing in her foyer with your hands folded across your chest, you watch her latches the door shut. There’s a palpable sense of apprehension in the air, and you count the seconds, expecting her to transform into a completely different person before your very eyes. @@color:orange;''“Are you excited!?”''@@ she eagerly queries, turning to stare at you through giddy eyes. Opening your mouth to speak, you’re not exactly sure what to say, so instead, you curiously tilt your head sideways. @@color:orange;''“About our dress rehearsal today, silly!”''@@ she clarifies, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. ''“Oh, uhhh…”'' you fumble the words, recalling that she claims that you’ve been rehearsing during these visits, but you can’t really connect the dots. ''“Dress rehearsal?”'' you dumbly repeat, hoping she will fill in the blanks. @@color:orange;''“Yeah, you know... our project? Drama class? Duuuh…”''@@ she mocks, and yet, you still don’t get it, which must be evident by the look on your face. @@color:orange;''“You brought your outfit, right?”''@@ the confusion on your face makes her sigh heavily, @@color:orange;''“Oh my god, you’re SUCH a BIMBO…”''@@. Her words sting, but all you can do is frown in response, @@color:orange;''“Your bra and panties, helloooo? You brought them, right?”''@@. You nod, questioningly, because you know they’re at the bottom of your school bag, but you fail to see how that relates to your Drama project. @@color:orange;''“Great!”''@@ she cheers, @@color:orange;''“Hurry up, we don’t have all day…”''@@. While you’re still considering her request, she begins to disrobe, pulling off her shirt and detaching her bra to loose her truly remarkable breasts. If you hesitated before, you’re completely incapacitated now, staring at her beautiful, pale tits, and her perky, pink nipples. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonnietakeoffbra.gif" width="468" height="432"></center> Before removing her bottoms, she eyes you suspiciously, perhaps mistaking your hesitance for reluctance. @@color:orange;''“Well???”''@@ she asks, placing her hands on her hips, glaring at you expectantly. That’s all It takes for you to comply; //''Fuck it''// you think, whipping off your shirt and clumsily stepping out of your pants, nearly tipping over in the process. Luckily, Bonnie is working on her own clothes, so you’re able to retrieve the bra and panties from your bag completely unmolested. Staring at the skimpy garments in dismay, you notice they they haven’t been washed since your last visit with Bonnie. The faint scent of sweat, mingled with a hint of crusted semen assaults your nostrils. You recall how how hard Bonnie made you cum, even if it was directly into these panties. The mere recollection of that orgasm causes a wave of pleasure to shoot through your body, shivering up your spine, and making your knees begin to shake. Taking great care to maintain your balance in this state, you bend down away from her, slipping the panties over one foot, then the other. With both hands, you begin to pull the panties up over your calves. The silky fabric drags sensually against your skin, clinging to you lovingly, as if welcoming you back to paradise. When it gets above the knee, the sensation intensifies, gripping every inch of flesh between your legs tightly enough to make it positively erotic. It makes you all hot and giddy with excitement, rising up on your toes for the final pull. Simultaneously, the soft undies travel into your butt crack, and make a tight little coin purse out of your balls. You cock, however, doesn’t perfectly fit into the equation, curiously poking its head out the top of your panties. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/wearingbonniespanties.jpg" width="450" height="450"></center> Staring at the bra in your other hand makes you feel much stranger. Given that you don’t even have tits, it seems odd to wear a bra, which is evident by how awkwardly you stick your arms through the straps. The garment got pretty squashed in your bag, so when you pull the cups to your chest, the bunched up fabric grinds against your nipples. You forgot how sensitive your little buds have become, swelling up and stiffening at the sudden stimulation. Reaching behind your back with both hands, you find that you’re not flexible enough to fasten the hooks together. No matter how much you twist and arch your back, you’re not getting any closer to putting on the bra. ''“Ah!”'' you gasp, as Bonnie’s cold hands gently encircle your waist. Her fingers lazily trace their way up both of your sides, causing your shoulders to hike up to fall mast. You feel so ticklish, quivering at her tantalizing touch, that you’re barely able to suppress a girlish giggle. When she takes hold of the straps, the bra is pulled tight against your chest, alighting your nipples anew before being secured in place. With one hand on your shoulder, and another on your hip, she slowly spins you around to face her. You helplessly stare into her hungry eyes, as her hands begin to move over your body. She gropes and pinches your supple flesh, testing its firmness and elasticity, and she seems very pleased by the result. It feels so good to be handled in this way, and you have no desire to make it stop. Instead, you take a moment to explore her body as well. As soon as you break eye contact with Bonnie, you notice that she’s completely naked, except for the artificial cock strapped around her waist. Going stiff as a board, your head snaps back up to pleadingly look her in the eyes. She is too busy ogling your body to notice your alarm, although she likely sensed the way you reacted, and it only makes her that much more sexually aggressive. @@color:orange;''“Mmmmm”''@@ she purrs, running a hand under your bra to possessively grab your breast, manipulating your nipple with her fingers. Her other hand squeezes your ass, pulling you in close enough to penetrate your mouth again. This time, you offer no resistance, opening your mouth just wide enough to suck in her tongue. Every part of your body wants this, until you feel her rigid member press into your belly. You pull away in distress, remembering what she intends to do with that thing, and it stands as a monument to your reluctance. @@color:orange;''“Heeheehee”''@@ she giggles, @@color:orange;''“You’re so cute when you get scared by my big dick”''@@. You can’t help but look down at it, noting that it’s larger than what you’re packing. @@color:orange;''“Cut the virgin bride routine, you little slut”''@@ she jokes, leading you by the small of your back towards the couch. This time, with nobody around to see it, you make no effort to hide the fact that she is the one in control. At her direction, you almost tiptoe your way across the room, gently lowering your pantied behind to the edge of the couch. @@color:orange;''“I have a surprise for you, sweetheart!”''@@ she announces. //''A surprise? Other than the cock she has attached to her waist?''// you think. Your response in much different though, ''“A-a… Surprise? …w-what kind of surprise?”''. She smiles broadly at your nervous curiosity, @@color:orange;''“Well if I told you…”''@@ she taunts, @@color:orange;''“Then it wouldn’t be a surprise! Heeheehee”''@@. As childish as it sounds, you have no response, and you feel at the mercy of her every whim. @@color:orange;''“Go ahead and open the bag”''@@ she suggests, gesturing to a white plastic bag on the couch behind you. [[Next|Week 2 Thursday : Bonnie 2]]

You didn’t notice the bag initially, with most of your attention directed at her strap-on cock. Whatever surprise lurks within that bag, it couldn’t be any worse than what’s already staring you in the face. With due hesitance, you reach into the bag and pull out the contents, with a feeling you might describe as the polar opposite of christmas morning. Blinking in confusion, you find yourself holding a pink skirt, some kind of tied up white top, and a graying wig. @@color:orange;''“Yay!”''@@ Bonnie cheers, clapping her hands together, @@color:orange;''“Go ahead! Try them on!”''@@. Your eyes widen at her suggestion, and yes, you are surprised - surprised that you didn’t see this coming. This is so strange… You have no desire to dress up like a girl, even though you’re sitting here in a bra and panties. The underwear feels so good on your body, but what’s the point of the girly clothes? It suddenly occurs to you that their entire purpose is to appeal to an onlooker, and you will be wearing them because Bonnie wants to see you in them. The cock bobbing between her legs is a constant reminder of your position in this relationship. Can you really come here, knowing full well that she intends to fuck you like a girl, and then refuse to dress like a girl? It’s illogical, and after all, it’s not like anyone is going to see you. Bonnie suppresses a giggle, just as you realize that you’ve been staring at her cock this whole time. Fumbling with the skirt, you hop on one leg trying to slip it on, until you realize that it has buttons. That makes things a lot easier, allowing it to encircle your waist before fastening the buttons to the appropriate size. You can’t help but notice that it’s barely an article of clothing at all, but more of an accessory, like a big, frilly belt. Although your actual bulge is obscured, it still feels like you’re just wearing a silky pair of panties, which would also be visible if you bent over. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/kilt.jpg" width="450" height="450"></center> The design of the top is unfamiliar to you, like a T-shirt that was cut right down the middle in the front. You slip your arms into it like a jacket, and then tie it up over your belly, feeling very silly in the process. This doesn’t make you feel adequately clothed either, leaving your belly and upper chest completely exposed. It’s a good thing you don’t have tits, because you would be displaying some serious cleavage right now. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/croptop.jpg" width="423" height="385"></center> You must look ridiculous, judging by the look on Bonnie’s face, and she steps in to assist. Tugging down on your skirt to wedge it around your hips, she rotates it until the buttons rest on the side instead of at the front. You notice that even more of your stomach is exposed now, and the garment flares out below your hips, giving you a more feminine shape. Untying your shirt, she hikes it up to just below your bra and pulls it tightly enough to impede your breathing a little. The whole outfit feels so constrictive now, and yet you still feel completely exposed, like being dressed and naked at the same time. During your moment of contemplation, Bonnie plops the wig over your head, quickly arranging the locks, and finally affixing in place with a pink hairband. @@color:orange;''“Ooooh, don’t you look sexy! Heeheehee”''@@ She cackles, @@color:orange;''“And now for the cherry on the cake”''@@. Reaching into the corner of the bag, she pulls out something you missed… a pink lollipop. Snatching off the wrapper, she holds it by the stem with two fingers, presenting it to you like a suitor offering a flower to his true love. Sighing, you reach out and accept the sweet treat, holding it awkwardly in one hand, as if you’re not sure what to do with it. @@color:orange;''“Well?? Go ahead… Suck it!”''@@ she directs. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniedressup.png" width="386" height="570"></center> You don’t like how she said that, and you fully understand the implications of this act, but you comply regardless. You start off giving it a little lick, activating the sugar with your saliva, before wrapping your lips halfway around the bulb, sucking off the sweet juices. @@color:orange;''“Come on you little tease, take it in your mouth”''@@ Bonnie smiles, watching you with rapt excitement. Rolling your eyes, you push the lollipop into your mouth, suckling and swirling it around, hoping that it meets her satisfaction. @@color:orange;''“No, not like that…”''@@ she chides, walking past you to sit on the couch before spinning you around to face her, @@color:orange;''“Get on your knees”''@@. Pausing for a split second to look in her eyes, your knees begin to buckle even before your brain can process what happened. It’s like she has you hypnotized, or otherwise conditioned to obey her orders without question. And if she’s not the one who has you mesmerized, then perhaps it’s the serpent wiggling between her legs, which is now staring you right in the face. @@color:orange;''“Soon, sweetheart”''@@ she comments, drawing your gaze, clearly noticing you staring dreamily at her cock again. Taking the lollipop from your hand, she reaches down below her strap-on, and casually inserts it into her vagina. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/lollipop1.gif" width="400" height="400"></center> It slurps and smacks between the lips of her dripping pussy, and until now, you hadn’t realized how aroused she has become. Increasing the pace to a rapid assault, she suddenly pulls it out and holds it in front of your face, @@color:orange;''“Suck it!”''@@ she repeats. Opening your mouth, you engulf the tasty treat, pursing your lips around the stem to suck up the sweet nectar. @@color:orange;''“No, no, no…”''@@ she complains, pulling it from your mouth with an audible pop, and using it to bop you on the nose. @@color:orange;''“Let your mouth gently part, and let it push through, gliding across your lips… and no teeth!”''@@ she instructs. Bonnie masturbates herself with the lollipop again, until it’s literally dripping with her essence, before pressing it against your lips. You follow her advice, and to your surprise, it actually feels good as the slick ball gently forces your lips apart. As it reaches your tongue, your eyes begin to flutter shut, enthralled by the tangy taste of her juices mingled with the candy. @@color:orange;''“Good girl…”''@@ she praises, pushing it in and out of your mouth at a steady rhythm, and twirling it around in a way that drives you wild with excitement. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/lollipop2.gif" width="480" height="270"></center> Her comment barely registers, as you’re occupied by the oral pleasure you’re receiving, both in the intoxicating taste, and the tingling sensation coming over your lips. Nearly drunk with pleasure, your head begins to bob and twist to her rhythm, and the active participation lightens your spirits. All previous reluctance vanishes as you lose yourself in the moment, feeling unfettered, unashamed… Free. Indulging in this newfound escapism, you’re momentarily stunned when it suddenly comes to an end, with the lollipop being yanked out from between your lips. [[Next|Week 2 Thursday : Bonnie 3]]

Desperately looking up into Bonnie’s eyes, your mouth still slack, something rises up to the underside of your chin. Lowering your gaze from her eyes, down her beautiful body, you follow the line of her pointing finger. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniesuck1.gif" width="300" height="300"></center> @@color:orange;''“Suck it!”''@@ she almost hisses the command, using your submissive hunger to her advantage, and coaxing you into putting your new training to proper use. You don’t think, you don’t hesitate, you only obey, zeroing in on the tip of her cock, and leaning in to accept it. When the faux appendage touches your lips, there’s a stark difference compared to sucking the lollipop. The scrumptious flavor is gone, replaced by the bland, sterile taste of industrial rubber. It doesn’t easily glide over your lips like the slick sucker that captivated your senses. With the artificial head fully enclosed by your mouth, your sullen eyes raise up to meet Bonnie’s, as if to convey your disappointment. Her look mirrors yours, but amplified ten fold, causing her eye to twitch, as the ‘mean Bonnie’ persona begins rising to the surface. It’s a terrifying sight, and you begin to consider why you’re here in the first place. You didn’t dress up like a girl for yourself, and regardless of how much you may have enjoyed it, you weren’t fellating that lollipop for your own pleasure either. This has been all about pleasing HER, and the fact that you’ve got her dick in your mouth should clearly illustrate that fact. And why not? It’s not gay or anything, after all, she is a girl. It’s just a piece of rubber attached to a girl, that doesn’t make you some kind of a cocksucker... does it? Taking a deep breath through your nose, you begin to work her fake cock into your mouth. Using some of the techniques she helped you develop, you try to put on a show for her, lovingly stroking the head with your lips. Before long, your tongue comes into play, snaking along the bottom of her shaft, while your head gently bobs to a slow rhythm. Finding her eyes again, checking for signs of approval, you’re pleased to see the sweet, relaxed smile she is displaying. Conversely, you’re struck by a pang of submissive shame, looking right into her eyes with her dick in your mouth. @@color:orange;''“Yeahhhh…”''@@ she breathes, @@color:orange;''“Suck my dick, baby…”''@@ the words come out as a whisper, almost as if she’s just talking to herself. That’s when her hips begin to rock back and forth, assisting the motion. It’s a bit unnerving, feeling yourself give up some of the control to her, and the cock steadily pushes deeper into your mouth. With one hand, you grip it halfway down the shaft, trying to limit the potential depth. @@color:orange;''“Come on… Take it…”''@@ she rasps. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniesuck2.gif" width="332" height="332"></center> The demanding expression on her face is only surpassed by the insistent way her cock pushes in and out of your mouth. Unlike before, it’s now drenched, slickened by your own saliva to the point where your hand begins to lose grip. With every thrust of her hips, it reaches deeper into your mouth, invading your oral cavity like no lollipop ever could. A suffering look must be conveyed through your eyes, because she takes further initiative, grabbing you by the back of the head. Using the added leverage, she is able to thrust even more firmly than before, threatening to bury the entire length of her cock into the back of your throat. You realize how much of the control you’ve ceded now, and it’s nearly all of it, save for your hand around the shaft, which is currently acting as some kind of girl-cock depth gauge. Just the sensation of having a cock forcefully penetrate your mouth, over and over again, has a debilitating effect, chipping away at your resistance with every subsequent stroke. The natural lubrication has far exceed what might be necessary, and you can hear the dildo squishing through the soft tissues of your lips and mouth. For a moment, you consider submitting to it… releasing your hand to allow her full access to your mouth. To give up all control and let her hilt the entire length into your throat. You can tell how bad she wants it, and you want to give it to her, but you just can’t seem to do it… The only thing holding you back now is fear. You’re afraid of her big, hard dick, and what it might do to your soft, little mouth. All of a sudden, the cock is violently yanked from your mouth with a loud popping sound, freeing itself from the grip of your hand. It’s a bit shocking, but you’re grateful for the clear airway you have, so you take a few urgent breaths, until something strikes you. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniesuck3.gif" width="323" height="241"></center> Bonnie’s hand connects with the side of your face, causing your cheek to sting painfully. You’re dumbstruck, looking into her eyes, only to receive another, firmer slap, causing tears to well up in your eyes. @@color:orange;''“I said, Take it!”''@@ she commands, angling your head downward while she aims the head of her cock square at your mouth. She pulls you in and thrusts simultaneously, and without the limit of your hand, her cock plows through your lips, barreling right into the back of your throat. ''“Urrkk”'' you immediately gag, slightly dilating your throat to allow her to penetrate even deeper with increased pressure. ''“Gaaak”'' you choke, pressing uselessly against her hips and she keeps your head pinned to her cock. Just as you’re on the brink of losing your lunch, she painfully withdraws completely. Long, unbreaking strands of saliva dangle from your mouth, nearly touching the floor as you gasp for breath. With only a few seconds reprieve, Bonnie is aiming at your mouth again, but this time, somehow less forcefully. @@color:orange;''“Taaake it…”''@@ she repeats, sounding like a kind of hypnotic suggestion. You took it once, and it alleviated some of your previous fears, realizing that the task is difficult, but manageable. She pauses, waiting for you to make the first move, and you comply, opening your mouth to let her in. @@color:orange;''“Yeaaaaahhhhhh…”''@@ she sighs, and at a slow but steady rate, she feeds it to you, calmly inserting her cock into your mouth, inch by inch. Not only is it painless now, but to your surprise, you take great delight in pleasing her so effectively. You lock eyes with her readily now, beaming with a new sense of pride, allowing her cock to delve deeper into your mouth with every passing second. The side of her lip curls into a smile, just as the rubber head pushes against the back of your throat, and your eyes begin to roll up in your head. This part is not much easier, and no matter how much you try to allow entry, your body forbids it. Involuntarily clamping down, your throat resists further entry, and Bonnie respects it this time. Pulling her cock back out to the tip, she repeats the act several more times, training you to accommodate this new depth. @@color:orange;''“Good girl…”''@@ she whispers in praise, slightly increasing the pace of her thrusts. Once again, you’re reminded of your current attire, dressed like a girl, down on your knees, sucking cock. It’s not gay though, and if you had to suck anyone’s dick, it would be hers… You’re vaguely aware of the lewd performance you’re giving, sucking and slurping her cock like a sex-addled whore. Is this who you are now? A girly little cocksucker? A wet little mouth, eager to please the big dick of your dominant lover? Before you can finish the thought, you feel the strap-on slip from your lips. [[Next|Week 2 Thursday : Bonnie 4]]

@@color:orange;''“Stand up, cutie”''@@ she coos, and you comply, wiping some of the drool from your chin. Leaning forward in her seat, Bonnie slowly pulls down your cute, pink panties to reveal your stiff little member, beet red and hard as a rock. When she draws them down to your ankles, you daintily step out of the panties for her. With one hand, she runs her finger over your gland, before taking it in a soft, loose grip. You gasp at her touch, realizing how sensitive you are, and fearing that you might shoot off at the slightest stimulation. @@color:orange;''“Come here, baby girl”''@@ she sweetly invites, gently pulling you closer by your cock. Your shins hit the edge of the couch, but she doesn’t stop pulling on your hair-trigger peashooter. With no way to resist or support yourself, you nearly fall forward right on top of her, saved only by your outstretched arms. With her other hand, she catches the back of your knee, forcing your leg to bend, and you end up straddling her on the couch. You can feel her long, slick shaft drag along the underside of your scrotum, and glide back between your cheeks. She pulls you into a tight embrace, causing your aching dick to nestle softly against her stomach, as her beautiful breasts squash against your chest. Compared to being on your knees, this position is so much more comforting. When she tilts your chin to instigate a passionate kiss, you melt into her, limply wrapping your arms around her shoulders, and gently cupping the back of her head. Bonnie’s fingers trace their way down your back, and along your exposed sides, making you shiver with excitement. Arching your back at her sensual petting, you return her kiss as intensely as you can, showing her that you love this kind of treatment. When her hands possessively grip your asscheeks, it makes you start for a moment, but you feel a bit more at ease when she begins to rock you back and forth on her lap. The motion is soothing somehow, matching the pace of her kiss, as your exposed butthole rubs against her unyielding mono-rail of a cock. At the same time, your hard dick kisses her midsection with every roll of her hips. It comes as no surprise when one of her fingers begins to prod at your hole, making your hair stand on end. <center><video width="640" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonnieride1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ ''“Mmph!”'' you weakly squeak into her mouth when she penetrates your ass, forcing two of her fingers past your sphincter. The sensation causes you to nearly freeze on the spot, with your jaw hanging open in a wordless gasp. Bonnie takes the opportunity to spear her tongue deeply into your mouth, squeezing you tightly against her body. You react exactly as your conditioning demands, with acceptance, sucking on her dominant tongue. Rocking her hips with a little more force, her head begins to bob, fucking your mouth with her tongue at the same pace she uses to finger your ass. Drunk with pleasure, you lose yourself again, rocking your hips to the beat of her drum. On one end of the motion, your cock is being stimulated against her stomach, and on the other, you’re hungrily pushing back against her fingers. ''“Mmmmmmm”'' you moan, sucking on her tongue like a thirsty little cocksucker, riding her fingers like an insatiable butt-slut. It feels so good, you want it deeper… faster… harder! As if reading your mind, Bonnie grips your ass firmly enough to dig her nails into you, and spreads your cheek wide open. With the other hand, she angles her cock, pressing the head directly at your vulnerable little hole. Dramatically arching your back, you place both hands on her shoulders in a defensive posture, terrified by what’s about to happen next. She can see the fear in your eyes, and she only smiles softly in response. There’s a very sweet, empathetic look in her eyes, assuring you that everything will be just fine. There’s something different about ‘cute Bonnie’ compared to her other persona, and one thing is for sure, you much prefer her this way. Biting her lip with all the innocence of a chaste virgin, she sighs appreciatively. @@color:orange;''“Ahhhh, fuck me, K”''@@ she begs, @@color:orange;''“Pleeeease… fuck meeeeee”''@@, whining with a need for sexual gratification. With the head of her cock poking precariously at the entrance of your hole, she begins to rock again. Rocking you back and forth, you can feel it slowly working its way inside of you, slipping in so gently that it feels inviting. You trust ‘cute Bonnie’, and you’re somehow reminded of your first day with her. Her every look, her loving embrace, everything about her is irresistible to you, and you do want to fuck her - even if the only way you can do it is with your ass. You knew what would happen if you came back here, and you love the way she treats you now. You loved sucking her tongue… You loved worshiping her cock… And you just know that you are going to LOVE taking it up your tight little ass. With your decision made, you exhale deeply and follow her lead, as she has never steered you wrong so far. You relax your sphincter and begin to rock back against her in full compliance. Almost immediately, you feel an increased pressure on your hole, and it’s beginning to stretch open, thanks mostly to your compliant disposition. ''“Unnngh!”'' you grunt, feeling a swift, sharp pain as Bonnie forces the head to pop into your ass with a short jerk of her hips. The pain all but disappears when her hands reach under your bra, mauling your tits and squeezing your nipples. ''“Ahhh!”'' you gasp, as the sudden assault causes you to slip an inch deeper onto her cock. You never break the rocking rhythm, but become increasingly aware of how every move pushes her cock in and out of your ass. Although you haven’t taken the full length yet, its pretty official now - You’re a pantie-wearing, cross-dressing, cock-gobbling, dick-riding, sissy little rumpy-pumper. Just as the notion occurs to you, Bonnie’s face dives forward, licking and sucking on your nipples. ''“Hee-hee”'' you giggle, forgetting yourself for a moment, throwing your arms over your head and thrusting out your chest to her. The feeling is exhilarating, and due to the lack of support with your arms, you sink all the way down on her waiting cock. You can feel the bulbous head tickling your insides, as your asshole clenches, affectionately hugging her rigid shaft. Her hands travel across your body, making you writhe in pleasure, as you begin to ride her in earnest. <center><video width="640" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonnieride2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ Looking directly into her eyes, you ride up and down on her cock, while your dick just flops around, occasionally drumming against her bare stomach. @@color:orange;''“Ohhh, fuck me, K! Yeah… fuck meeee!”''@@ she moans the same way as if you were actually fucking her. Her cries only serve to arouse you further, and you’re sure there’s a lewd smile on your face right now. It’s like your brain is shutting off, something akin to a car accident, but you’re just stunned by the experience. The only thing you can focus on is the long rod crammed up your ass, coring you out from the inside. ''“uh-uh-uh-uh”'' you exhale a short burst of breath every time her cock fills your ass, pressing a hidden pleasure button deep inside of you. Encircling your waist with her hands, Bonnie intensifies her level of participation, pulling you down while thrusting upward with her hips. ''“UH-UH-UH-UH”'' your breathing comes harder, and you begin to see sparks in your vision as your bodies collide against each other. It feels like you’ve given up control again, with Bonnie now effortlessly bouncing you in her lap like a wanton sex toy. It feels so much better this way, letting her dictate the pace, and as much as you enjoy pleasing her, it feels so much better when she just uses you. Jostled up and down like a slutty ragdoll, you feel an intense warmth begin to build deep inside of you. Every thrust increases the pressure accumulating in your balls, and you can feel a familiar tingle travel up the length of your throbbing cock. ''“Oooohhhhhh”'' you suddenly groan, as Bonnie increases the pace of her thrusts to a rapid-fire assault. ''“OOOOOHHHHHH!”'' you cry out, anticipating your imminent orgasm seconds before you’re about to explode. Your vision blurs in ecstasy, throwing off your equilibrium, feeling as if the whole world spins around you. When things start to become clear again, you’re not looking down at Bonnie anymore, but up at her. Thrusting powerfully into your ass from above, she grabs your dick and begins to jerk it vigorously. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonnieride3.gif" width="223" height="210"></center> That’s all you can take, and you orgasm violently, firing off a thick stream every time she bottoms out in your ass, squealing like a girl in a porno flick, ''“Unnnnnnnggghhhh…”''. It sprays out like a garden sprinkler, showering your chest and face, with some of it splashing into your mouth. The intensity nearly knocks you out completely, and you’re left seeing stars, with a ringing in your ears. Tightly hugging her body with your thighs, you gasp in exhaustion, content to lay there for a moment with her entire length completely filling your ass. [[Next|Week 2 Thursday : Bonnie 5]]

Unfortunately it doesn’t last very long, and you can already feel her cock withdrawing from inside of you. Bonnie can see the disappointment in your eyes, but what you see in her is much different. She’s completely flushed red, puffing with a burning passion that has yet to be quelled. Just as her cock slides out of your ass with and audible glurp, she’s immediately climbing on top of you. You don’t have much time to think about the profound emptiness in your anal cavity, as you’re once again going head-to-head with her faux phallus. Without further instruction, you automatically open your slutty maw for her cock, letting your tongue loll out of your mouth. To your surprise, it rises up past your head, as Bonnie lowers her dripping wet pussy to your lips. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniestraponcunilingus.gif" width="320" height="180"></center> ''“Mmmmm”'' you moan in delight, sticking your tongue deep into her pussy, as it squishes tightly against your face. Immediately, you recognize a familiar taste, and recall that she repeatedly jammed that lollipop in and out of her twat. The flavor is oppositely balanced now, tasting mostly of her delicious nectar, and only tinged by the sweet treat. Rolling your neck in a clockwise circle, you suck on her scrumptious labia, while your tongue twirls inside of her counter-clockwise. @@color:orange;''“Yeaaahhhh…”''@@ she moans, riding your tongue like a little cock, immediately producing an excess of fluid. After only a few seconds, she angles her hips to push her clit against your lips, and you don’t hesitate to service her. The way she fucks your face with her pussy reminds you of working her cock. You’re not just pleasuring her now, you’re thanking her for making you feel so good - for making you feel like a girl. As an expression of your immense gratitude, you begin to fellate her clit as if it were a cock, sucking it in between your lips. @@color:orange;''“Holy shit…”''@@ she gasps, wildly gyrating her pelvis as she nears a breaking point. Without any notice, she raises up slightly, using her hand to stimulate her clit at an incredible rate. <center><video width="640" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniesquirtfacial.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ @@color:orange;''“Ahhhhhhhhhh”''@@ she wails, as a deluge of ejaculate sprays out of her pussy, baptizing you in the warm rain of her pent up arousal. It coats your entire face, pooling up in the corners of your eyes, and nearly half-filling your mouth with her juices. You gulp it down appreciatively, planting sweet kisses on her beautiful vagina when it rests back down onto your face. Lovingly, you make-out with her pussy, with every gentle lick and peck representing a fraction of your adoration for her. Without knowing how much time has passed, you continue to lavish her with oral affection until she decides that she’s had enough. With half-lidded eyes, she beams a proud smile at you, still breathing heavily, recovering from her explosive finale. You smile back at her, as if in understanding and gratitude, for perhaps the first time, but you hope not the last. While she lazily unstraps the cock from around her waist, you busy yourself with mopping some of the combined fluids off your body and face. It’s a bit dizzying to sit upright, and it immediately makes you aware of how tender your butthole is - and you don’t even want to think about the cock-shaped void that lies just beyond it. In less than a minute, Bonnie seems perfectly primped and adjusted to show no signs of the extended romp. You, on the other hand, are glazed like a donut. Covered in a sheen of sweat, and dotted all over with splotches of sticky goo. Your girly clothes are disheveled, and your wig must look crazy, clumped up in places from errant blasts of cum. The only possible assessment of your current look, is that of a sucked-out, fucked-out, used up cock-whore… and you have to admit, that’s pretty accurate to reality right now. @@color:orange;''“That was… Amazing…”''@@ Bonnie comments, staring at you almost in disbelief, perhaps surprised at how fully you co-operated this time. You can only blink at her several times in response, sending her into a fit of giggles. @@color:orange;''“Heeheehee, oh my god, you look soooooo cute right now!”''@@ she says, stepping in to help clean you up a little more. Using your panties as a facecloth, she begins scrubbing your face and fixing your hair. Offering a helping hand, she stands you up, rearranging your girly outfit before locating the lollipop and popping it back into your mouth. Your eyes open in surprise, but you appreciate her help, and you can still taste her pussy on the pink candy. @@color:orange;''“Perfect!”''@@ she announces, standing naked before you, with her hands on her hips. @@color:orange;''“Now I think you’re ready for your surpriiiise! Eeeee!”''@@ she squeals, sounding absolutely giddy with excitement. ''“S-s? Surprise?”'' you repeat, genuinely confused now. If the surprise wasn’t this new outfit, then what could it possibly be? Taking you by the hand, Bonnie leads you through the house, directly for the staircase. With the first step of your ascent, your brain kicks into overdrive, alight with curiosity and frightening excitement. Every hair on your body stands upright, like a retinue of red flags hoisted up to warn you of the potential danger ahead. Try as they might, your instincts don’t have the power to stop you from climbing the stairs, circumvented by your ingrained trust and obedience to Bonnie. It’s inevitable now, so you willingly climb the stairs, but somehow, you feel unwilling at the same time. Lacking the ability to object, all you can do is try to anticipate what’s in store for you. Your heart rate increases, and you begin to sweat anew, rapt by hopeless, terrified curiosity. The anticipation is worst part, treading blindly into the unknown, and your mind scrambles to find a solution. All of a sudden, you stop at the top of stairs, connecting the dots of Bonnie’s plan. She’s bringing you back to her room, just like the last time with Melanie. Although Melanie is not present today, you know full well what lurks behind that door. A long, thick, bitch-breaker of a strap-on, capable of reducing the school slut to tears. You recall how it filled up her loose pussy, stretching it larger than the hundreds of cocks that must have come before. And now it’s your turn, and you can’t help but gasp at the prospect. Bonnie releases your hand, @@color:orange;''“Shhh… it’s ok, sweetie…”''@@ she whispers, comforting you with an arm around your waist. It doesn’t make you feel much better, but your legs obey her more readily than your own brain. She seizes control over you once again, like a masterful puppeteer, and you shockingly continue moving towards the door. You can’t believe it… It’s really happening! She’s going to resize your asshole to accommodate her monster cock. One way or another, that thing is going inside you, with Bonnie at the helm, pulling all the strings. Forget about strings, once she has you impaled on that colossal pole, she will control you from the inside as well… like a hand puppet - or more aptly, a cock puppet. Your entire body is racked by trepidation, shivering you to the core, and you think she is whispering something to you, though it could all be in your head. ''Domination… penetration… violation… desecration…'' Dragging your feet the last few steps, just before she flings open the door, you summon up a familiar sense of acceptance - if only just a spark of it. She’s going to take you, to own you, fully and completely, in mind, body and soul. She’s going to break you, occupying the space of your insides, before wildly fucking your brains out, once and for all… And you… You’re going to LOVE it! The thought induces a spike of arousal to course through your body, trying to mix with your fear like oil and water. Both feelings persist simultaneously, pouring over you, roiling and boiling like a bubbling cauldron, before exploding at the center, stretching out to electrify every nerve ending in your body. At that very moment, Bonnie throws open the door. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/willjerk.gif" width="500" height="240"></center> You eyes bulge out in alarm, freezing your body in place, and even arresting your heart for a moment. It’s HIM! It’s Will, stroking himself on Bonnie’s bed. Just as his head begins to turn in your direction, you- [[Can't Move|Week 2 Thursday : Bonnie 6]] [[Run! RUN!! RUUUUUN!!!|Week 2 Thursday : Bonnie Run]]

You recoil backward, falling out of the room. Once your back hits the ground, you immediately bounce, flipping over onto your hands an knees with the speed and agility of a cat. A highly concentrated injection of fear propels you toward the stairs, burning hotter than super-charged rocket fuel. Half scrambling, and half falling down the steps, you collapse into a heap on the main floor, @@color:orange;''“Heeheehee”''@@ with the mocking sound of Bonnie giggling from above. Thankfully, you still have sense enough to not bolt right out into the street, dressed as you are. Without bothering to stand, you snatch up your discarded jeans, snaking your way into them as quickly as possible. Finally standing upright, you pull the hoodie on so quickly that it tears the wig off your head - which you forgot that you were even wearing. @@color:orange;''“Hahahahahaha!”''@@ the sinister female laugh echoes from the level above, chasing you out of the house like an evil spirit in a horror movie. A sense of dread closes in around you, and even though the doorway is just down the hall, it seems to take forever to escape. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonnierun.gif" width="500" height="224"></center> It’s only after you’ve sprinted halfway down the street that you begin patting on your pockets, relieved to find that your keys and wallet are safely tucked within. Looking over your shoulder, it’s clear that nobody is in pursuit, but you never move slower than a brisk jog, terrified, and hoping to get out of the area. You cant help but replay the events in your mind, recalling that you’re still wearing girly clothes underneath, with a needy emptiness in your tender butt. Pushing the thought out of your mind, you vow to never come back to this place, or see Bonnie again. ''Fuck drama class'' you think, noticing that you’re nearly back at school, the bell sounding from within. <<set $sub = $sub + 5>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity -5">> <<print "Submission +5">> [[Next|Week 2 Monday : Lunch]]

You gasp, frozen with dread, and shocked by what is about to happen - and it does. Will catches sight of you, blinking in disbelief, before immediately surveying your body with his eyes. As they travel downward, you suddenly become aware of your girly attire. ''“EEEK!”'' you squeak, covering your chest and groin from his view, and turning sideways to make yourself less visible. It’s too late though, @@color:slateblue;''“What the… FUCK!???”''@@, he blurts out in anger and astonishment. There’s no doubt, he caught a glimpse of your penis sticking out the bottom of your little, pink skirt. An odd thought pops into your head; Oh, how you wish those pretty, pink panties were making a nice little pouch for your twig and berries right now. Somehow, you think it might be less embarrassing than your current predicament. Taking advantage of your sideways position, Bonnie twists her body as well, squeezing past you through the door frame. Gently touching your hips on the way, she briefly pressed her bare groin against your available butt. You’re barely able to suppress a gasp, but it doesn’t stop you from twitching slightly, and involuntarily clenching your asshole. Thankfully, Bonnie leaves it at that, entering the room to do what she does best, taking control. @@color:orange;''“What?”''@@ she replies, sounding as calm and casual as can be, while standing there stark naked. When his eyes switch to her, you can see the anger in Will subside, as his level of confusion rises. @@color:orange;''“You agreed to a threesome,”''@@ she reminds him, seductively adjusting her posture and fluidly wrapping an arm around your shoulder, @@color:orange;''“And now you will have it”''@@. Will turns back to look at you, squinting his eyes and craning his neck forward, @@color:slateblue;''“That’s a DUDE!”''@@. The longer he stares at you, the angrier he becomes. @@color:orange;''“This is my friend, K…lee”''@@ Bonnie suddenly interrupts, drawing his attention, @@color:orange;''“Yeah… Kaylee!”''@@. Sounding pleased as punch, she approaches closer to Will, ushering you along with her. For the moment, it seems like Will hasn’t actually recognized you, but that doesn’t stop you from flushing red at her impromptu naming. @@color:slateblue;''“What!? I don’t give a fuck, I’m not having a threesome with a DUDE!”''@@ he argues, shifting to a sitting position on the side of the bed. You think that he’s trying to hide his cock from your view, which is ironic, because Will is always proudly displaying his sizable package in the locker room. @@color:slateblue;''“I ain’t no faggot!”''@@ he declares, with an explicit finality to his words, and for once, you and Will are in violent agreement. Your shoulders broaden at his words, standing a little taller, a little surer, your masculinity slowly claws its way to the surface. Bonnie instantly detects the change in your demeanor, acting quickly to intervene. Her naked body presses against you, running a hand up your thigh and over your sensitive cock, fully exposing it to Will. You’re already beginning to revert back, her hand continuing up your taut stomach, to finally tilt your chin toward her. @@color:orange;''“Come on…”''@@ she urges, beaming at you with the warm, comforting face of angel. Her smile widening as her eyes roll, she shakes her head slightly, tickled by your continued silliness, @@color:orange;''“…Just let him fuck you…”''@@. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head, and your jaw falls open at her insanely casual remark. Stunned, you can only stare at her dumbly, working your jaw back and forth, but unable to produce any sound with the breath caught in your lungs. @@color:slateblue;''“OH, HEEEELLLLL NO!!!”''@@ Will suddenly barks, bolting upright and reaching for his discarded pants. While relieved by his objection, you wish that you were the one to speak up first. How long did you sit there in silence? Were you actually considering it? And even if you wanted to refuse, do you even have the balls to deny her at this point? @@color:orange;''“HAHAHAHA!”''@@ Bonnie suddenly cackles, instantly ungluing herself from your body. She playfully slaps you on the chest, but it’s firm enough to produce a loud smacking sound, as well as pushing you backward a step. For her part, she steps closer to Will, now standing directly between the two of you. @@color:orange;''“Jeez… I was just KIDDING… heeheehee… Can’t you take a JOKE?”''@@ she giggles. Will looks relieved, but not nearly as relieved as you are, and you exhale heavily at her words. @@color:slateblue;''“Yeah, I dunno…”''@@ he begins, scratching the back of his neck, looking uncomfortable in his own skin, @@color:slateblue;''“This is fucked up…”''@@. Bonnie glides into his chest, moving as gracefully as a swan, reaching out to touch the rippling muscles of his abdomen. @@color:orange;''“Ohhh, come on… pleeeeeeeease?”''@@ she sweetly propositions, tracing her fingers down the front of his pelvis. Will lowers his eyes, and although you can’t confirm it from this angle, it seems like he’s staring at her tits, which must be pressing up against him now. His breathing becomes slightly heavier, leaning his head back in pleasure, only to catch sight of you again. @@color:slateblue;''“Yo, you know what? No…”''@@ he decides, @@color:slateblue;''“Fuck No!”''@@, speaking directly to you instead of Bonnie. Even though you have no desire to engage with Will sexually, for some reason his unequivocal rejection still stings a bit. @@color:orange;''“No?”''@@ Bonnie repeats, as if not believing her own ears. @@color:orange;''“Well then what do you plan to do with - This”''@@ she asks, taking a firm grip of his cock, turning sideways, either to focus Will’s attention to his dick, or to expose it to you. With long, kneading strokes, she manipulates his enormous cock, that somehow looks even bigger in her hand, and you just can’t keep your eyes off it. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniestrokewill.gif" width="400" height="481"></center> @@color:orange;''“Are you just going back to the gym with a loaded gun?”''@@ she wonders, biting her lower lip suggestively. A gun? From this angle it looks more like a bazooka to you, spanning her entire stomach and reaching up to nestle between her tits. Will’s breath grows heavier, but slower, unable or unwilling to deny the manual stimulation of his cock. @@color:orange;''“Mmmmm”''@@ Bonnie moans in approval, cocking her head to look back at you through the corner of her eye. @@color:orange;''“Maybe corner one of those slim, hairless boys…”''@@ her voice becomes more sultry with every word, her lips moving with deliberately alluring emphasis. @@color:orange;''“Hold him down, helpless in the grip of your Biiiiig - Stroooong - Muscles”''@@ the look in her eyes burns accusingly, and you can’t help but picture yourself in her manufactured scenario. She emits a sigh that carries intense sensual weight, @@color:orange;''“And buttfuck him in the shower?”''@@. Your asshole clenches up defensively at her words, immediately trying to scrub the image from your mind, which is assisted by Will’s sudden outburst. @@color:slateblue;''“WHAT!? Nah, fuck this! I’m out of here…”''@@ he decides, attempting to pry Bonnie off of him, but discovering that she’s incredibly persistent. One of her hands maintains a hold of his cock, and she never ceases stroking him. @@color:orange;''“HAHAHAHA!”''@@ she howls, @@color:orange;''“Are you SERIOUS!???”''@@ her words truly drip with giddy amusement. @@color:orange;''“I can’t believe it, you really DO want to leave… Rock hard like this, and right into the BOYS locker room??? Wow, maybe you ARE a fucking FAGGOT!, heeheehee”''@@ she absolutely titters at the thought. @@color:slateblue;''“The fuck!??”''@@ Will blurts out in surprise, just realizing how that sounds. @@color:slateblue;''“NO!”''@@ he tries to clarify, becoming increasingly defensive, @@color:slateblue;''“That’s not what I MEANT!”''@@. Bonnie tilts her head appraisingly, as if looking at Will in a different light now, suggesting that his sexual orientation might be suspect. @@color:orange;''“Then why would you want to go there, surrounded by naked men, instead of staying here and fucking my pussy like you’re supposed to?”''@@ she asks, with more than a hint of accusation in her tone. @@color:slateblue;''“I DON’T!”''@@ Will barks, becoming impatient of her endless cock-teasing, @@color:slateblue;''“Just stop saying GAY shit! Or trying to make me DO gay shit!”''@@. @@color:orange;''“I said I was JOKING… GOD! You’re so drama!”''@@ Bonnie huffs in frustration, @@color:orange;''“But I told you it would be a threesome, so if you want to play, we play by MY rules. Or you can go right back to your sausage-fest circle-jerk if you’re allergic to PUSSY!”''@@. She immediately breaks his condition of not mentioning gay stuff, deciding that Will’s masculine insecurity is too useful a lever not to apply pressure to. @@color:orange;''“If it makes you feel better, you can think of it as fucking some wimpy crossdresser’s girlfriend right in front of him… showing him how a REAL man fucks a girl!”''@@ she suggest, sporting a mischievous smile, as she vigorously works his big cock with both hands again. You can see the calculation happen behind Will’s eyes, and combined with the sustained effort of Bonnie’s hands, the idea seems acceptable to him. Not to you though! Her ‘imaginary scenario’ is a lot closer to the truth, than this awkward encounter could ever be considered a threesome. You don’t want to watch this macho asshole fuck your girlfriend, especially after connecting with her in such a special way today. After so many concessions and shameful actions, all in the hopes of pleasing Bonnie, she is able to dispose of you as readily as a sodden tissue. As humiliated as you’ve felt this whole time, something else begins to creep in… resentment. ''“No…”'' the word escapes your sad, pouting lips, born out of overwhelming emotion, rather than rational thought. They both turn to look at you, but you’re focused solely on Bonnie’s stern expression, though it vanishes almost instantly. @@color:orange;''“Oh relax, Kaylee…”''@@ she dismisses you, @@color:orange;''“You’re just going to have to wait your turn…”''@@. Her suggestion brings back memories of Melanie, and how her pussy got stretched out by that massive dildo. You recall how humiliating it was to poke your tiny, flaccid pecker around in her cavernous fuck-hole, and she wants to inflict that same torture upon you again. Even Will isn’t the size of that strap-on telephone pole, but he’s definitely big enough to make you feel like a shrimp-dicked girly-boy in comparison. Bonnie sighs, noticing the growing malaise that you’re displaying. @@color:orange;''“Fine!“''@@ she finally spits out, @@color:orange;''“You can go first then… are you happy now???”''@@. Her surprising words instantly boost your morale, feeling like a huge weight has lifted off your chest. @@color:slateblue;''“WHAT!?”''@@ Will complains, throwing his arms out to the side as Bonnie releases his cock, turning toward you. @@color:orange;''“Ok then!”''@@ she cheerfully agrees, @@color:orange;''“We can show Will how YOU like to fuck girls”''@@. There’s something about the confidence in her tone that suddenly makes you feel uneasy. Instead of stopping in front of you, she tries to get around you and out the door, @@color:orange;''“I just have to get something from downstairs…”''@@. It finally clicks in your head, ''“No-no-no-wait-wait-wait!”'' you plead, physically grabbing her by the arm, realizing that she’s going to get the strap-on she left down there. She stops dead in her tracks, cocking a quizzical eyebrow at you in triumph, @@color:orange;''“No?”''@@ she asks. Begging her with your eyes, you continuously shake your head, hoping she doesn’t go through with it. @@color:orange;''“So you want Will to go first then?”''@@ she confirms, but when you begin to nod in the affirmative, it’s not sufficient anymore, @@color:orange;''“Yes???”''@@. ''“...yes”'' you weakly agree. Even though you don’t want to watch him fuck Bonnie, you DEFINITELY don’t want him to see YOU, squealing like a girl while she assfucks you to orgasm. @@color:orange;''“Are you suuuuure?”''@@ she grins, exercising her control over you to great delight. ''“Yes!”'' you repeat, obeying her as quickly and precisely as possible, trying to convey that you will co-operate fully now. You can tell that the message was received, loud and clear, but your little outburst has prompted her to torture you a little more, @@color:orange;''“And are you gonna be a good girl from now on?”''@@. A slight crack appears in your unflappable obedience, sounding rather pathetic with your submissive, breathy acceptance, ''“yessss”''. @@color:orange;''“Great!”''@@ she cheers, seizing you by the front of your shirt and towing you closer to Will. [[Next|Week 2 Thursday : Bonnie 7]]

Will looks annoyed, irritated by your presence here, or perhaps your very existence on earth. His mood quickly changes when his attention is refocused back to Bonnie, especially when she kneels down in front of him. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniestrokewill2.gif" width="500" height="265"></center> @@color:orange;''“Wow!”''@@ she muses, staring up at you instead of Will, @@color:orange;''“It’s soooo… BIG!”''@@. Her hands massage his ample length, seeming insufficient to please that much meat - maybe he needed a threesome after all. @@color:orange;''“Mmmm… It’s yummy too”''@@ she adds, licking the tip of his dick several times, like she’s sampling an enormous ice cream cone. @@color:orange;''“Well?”''@@ she asks you, @@color:orange;''“What are you waiting for? Suck it!”''@@. Taken aback, you try to take a step backward, but she catches you by the shirt again, this time pulling you almost down to Will’s cock. Gripping you by the wrist, she raises your hand up to reveal that you’re still holding the lollipop. She sees the relief on your face, sending her into a fit of giggles, @@color:orange;''“What did you think I meant? His DICK!? heeheehee”''@@. You nervously shift from one foot to the other, @@color:orange;''“Is that it? Have you just been staring at his dick? Thinking about how it would feel in your mouth?”''@@. Will’s hand reaches for Bonnie’s head, trying to push her back onto his cock, but she resists, @@color:orange;''“Uh-Uh… If she doesn’t suck her lollipop, then I won’t suck mine”''@@. This sends Will into a rage, @@color:slateblue;''“SUCK IT!”''@@ he orders, punching you hard in the shoulder and almost knocking you over. He stares daggers at you, deciding that you’re the one denying him the pleasure that he deserves. The intensity of his demand makes your lips fall open, inserting the candy into your mouth, hoping to appease him. You wonder, if you were in Bonnie’s position, and given that same order by Will, would you take his cock in your mouth just as readily? Bonnie laughs, as if she can read your thoughts, immediately lavishing affections on Will’s cock in a barrage of kisses and licks. Standing beside Will, you have a great view of Bonnie’s incredible oral aptitude, but with your own cock so close to her lips, you wish she was focusing on you instead. You try to ignore Will’s presence, just like he is ignoring yours, but there’s no way you can ignore the bulbous anaconda snaking out in front of him. With a great deal of effort, you try to imagine that you are Will, living vicariously through his cock. No matter how much you try though, you just can’t put yourself in his position, as your little cock pokes out of your skirt, reminding you of why. While your cock is left unstimulated, you receive a gush of sweet flavor, as you notice the lollipop moving in and out of your mouth. @@color:orange;''“MMMmmmwaaah!”''@@ Bonnie’s lips smack, popping off the head of his cock. To your surprise, she takes a hold of your flaccid penis, and begins flicking at the tip with her tongue. @@color:orange;''“Hurry up and get that thing hard”''@@ she instructs, spanking your dick against the side of her cheek, @@color:orange;''“You’re supposed to be enjoying this, Kaylee”''@@. Will sighs heavily, turning his head to glare at you again. You don’t want him to beat you again, so you hop to it, taking a hold of your shriveled pecker and pulling on it rapidly. It’s no use, it’s just not getting hard in this situation, so Bonnie abandons you, as if you’re hopeless, a lost cause. Returning to Will, it’s clear that he has no problems achieving an erection, standing proud and true like a mighty oak. Still, it seems the thought is what counts, and she indulges herself on the bulky pork loin swaying in front of her. Diving in head first, she collides with it, dragging along the length of her face, slathering both of then in gooey saliva. Without using her hands at all, she worships his cock, stroking it with her cheeks and giving it little Eskimo kisses. Unable to restrain himself any longer, Will takes a hold of her head, anxiously rubbing his stiff shaft all over her. She never breaks eye contact with you, even when he stuffs his balls in her mouth. There’s something about the sight of it that sends a little tingle through your dick, because she seems to enjoy it so much. With a grunt, Will takes full control of her head, wielding his cock like a cudgel, he begins to batter it against her face. <center><video width="640" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniesuckwill1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ @@color:orange;''“Hahahaha!”''@@ Bonnie laughs, loving every moment of this, staring at you with a trail of goo seeping through a corner of her mouth. Or maybe she’s laughing at you, noticing that you’re sucking and licking the sweet little bulb in your mouth, while eagerly wanking off your tinky winky. @@color:slateblue;''“You like that, bitch?”''@@ Will growls, reveling in his newfound control over the situation. @@color:slateblue;''“Open your fucking mouth!”''@@ he demands, grabbing Bonnie by the hinge of her jaw, painfully forcing it wide. Pushing the spongy head of his meat spear through her lips, he thrusts forward, burying his entire length down her throat in one go. @@color:slateblue;''“AAAARRRGGHHHHH”''@@ He bellows in triumph, holding her firmly in place, completely impaled on his imposing member. For a second, you’re taken aback, amazed by his sudden assertion of dominance. The hand stops moving on your shaft, marveling at the mere thought of someone taking advantage of Bonnie in such a way. Even with a massive cock filling her throat, she seems completely unfazed, perfectly calm, and staring back at you defiantly. Subconsciously, you hold your breath out of empathy for her current predicament, slowly pushing the lollipop deeper into your mouth. <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/sissydressedjerk.gif" height= "584" width="270" style="float:left;"/>\ Suddenly, Will withdraws his cock fully, like unsheathing a sword, the tip finally coming to rest on the tip of Bonnie’s lips. Taking a deep, ragged breath, she spews out a glob of thick, stringy saliva onto his head. @@color:orange;''“MMMRRRPPPPHH”''@@ she grunts with the sexual enthusiasm of a wild animal, whipping her head from side to side as she sucks him back in, producing a loud slurping sound. It’s such a primal display, in sight and sound, and… smell… you can distinctly smell the musk of will’s cock. Even though you stopped masturbating, you’ve been cradling your skirt worm in your palm, but now, you can feel it begin to fatten in your hand. Refusing to deny yourself the pleasure, you begin to jerk it in earnest now, puckering up your butthole in excitement. </body> There’s no denying the smile on Bonnie’s face, which is still visible at the corners of her mouth when she throats herself back down on Will’s cock. He takes full control, fucking her mouth with reckless abandon, @@color:slateblue;''“YEAHHHH! SUCK IT YOU LITTLE COCKTEASE!”''@@. You pound the lollipop into your mouth at his instruction, before realizing he was talking to Bonnie. In this hyper-sexual state, your mind begins to wander, putting yourself in her position, with that thick cock filling your mouth. Deep down, you know that you would suck his big dick like a slutty little faggot. The forbidden thought causes electrical impulses to arc through your cock, engorging it to full mast. Catching you in the side of the head with an errant elbow, Will hoists Bonnie to her feet by the hair, @@color:slateblue;''“GET ON THE BED, BITCH! I’M GONNA TEACH YOU SOME RESPECT!”''@@. She has no choice but to obey, bending over the mattress and crawling up on all fours. Will has other plans though, suddenly tugging on her hair, making her fall backward on the bed, with her head hanging off the edge. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniesuckwill2.gif" width="483" height="443"></center> Without another word, he mounts her face, roughly plunging his cock into her throat. @@color:orange;''“GAK! GAAAK! GLUUURRPP! SHLUUURP!”''@@ Bonnie grunts, gurgling around the mouthful of fluid being forcibly compacted into her gullet. Even now, you can detect the smile on her face as she stares you dead in the eyes. Shamelessly diddling yourself under your skirt, you can feel the saliva trickle down your chin, as you lewdly fellate the candy, wishing it was something else. Are you really going to get a turn? And if you do, will it be with Bonnie? Or Will? With a hoarse gasp, Bonnie coughs up a bunch of fluid, now that Will has cleared her airway. The creamy concoction oozes from her lips, travelling down between her eyes to stretch off her forehead in a long strand, reaching for the ground below. It never touches though, as Will effortlessly elevates her off the bed by the hair and the crook of her leg. Tossing her around like a rag doll, she lands flat on her back, with Will approaching her in the missionary position. Taking his blunt instrument in hand, he gives it a few rough strokes as if cocking his weapon, before taking aim for the kill. [[Next|Week 2 Thursday : Bonnie 8]]

@@color:orange;''“STOP!”''@@ Bonnie demands, slamming her legs shut, sounding very confident and sure of herself. It doesn’t look like Will is interested in her objections at this point, because he proceeds to force her legs apart, determined to take what he wants. Even though he has the strength to overpower Bonnie, her legs are agile and spry, slipping from his grasp in the struggle. Planting a foot on his pelvis, she is able to push him back a step, before slamming her other foot right into the center of his shaft, pinning it to his stomach like a garden hose with a kink in it. @@color:orange;''“I SAAAAID…. Stop”''@@ she repeats very firmly, before lacing her words with a subduing calm. @@color:slateblue;''“WHAT THE FUCK!!!”''@@ Will rages, fruitlessly shoving one of her legs away before it’s immediately replaced. @@color:orange;''“I said we play by MY rules”''@@ she reminds him, quickly disincentivising his sudden aggression by putting an end to his control. @@color:slateblue;''“OK! WHAT!? WHAAAAT??”''@@ He whines, rather uncharacteristically, highlighting how desperate he is for release. @@color:orange;''“You have to be touching…”''@@ Bonnie replies, directing you with the wiggle of a finger, @@color:orange;''“Go ahead…”''@@. With a quick look at Will, you can tell that he’s absolutely fuming, and you don’t have much time for willing compliance. Even with the physical threat looming over you, it’s difficult to execute her order. Your hand freezes, clinging to your wet dicklet like a security blanket, but slowly, you inch your other hand toward him. He’s so huge! Like a mountain of flesh, its surface covered by taut lumps and mounds of tissue, without a flat surface to be found anywhere. With one finger, you poke at one of the stiff lumps on his shoulder, as if to test its malleability. Impressively, it’s hard as steel, standing proud, with the pad of your finger compressing instead of his flesh. Your mission accomplished, you look back to Bonnie, hoping to have placated her. Three’s a wry smile across her lips, and the look in her eyes conveys that you are being very cute right now, @@color:orange;''“Closer….”''@@. Flushing red under her gaze, you protectively squeeze your pecker a little harder, gingerly shuffling your feet until your shoulder is nearly touching Will’s. Rising to prop herself on her elbows, she sweetly singsongs, @@color:orange;''“Cloooooseeeer….”''@@ while her foot begins to travel up and down the length of Will’s cock. While you survey the landscape of Will’s muscular terrain, he suddenly throws a meaty arm over your shoulder, cinching you into a tight headlock. @@color:slateblue;''“Is that close enough? hahaha”''@@ He chuckles, seeming to enjoy himself, as the blood is being cut off from your brain. @@color:orange;''“That’s PERFECT! Heeheehe”''@@ Bonnie giggles, dragging her feet across his stomach and chest, splaying her legs straight up into the air. Will doesn’t hesitate, moving himself into position while you flail and sputter ineffectually. You can feel your vision beginning to dim, so your instincts take over, using both of your hands to pry at one of Will’s fingers. Luckily, he loosens the pressure on your neck, choosing instead to focus on his real priority. Hunkering down, he takes a strong stance, angling his hips in preparation. Your eyes focus right on his cock, teetering right at the edge of her moistened pussy. Rigid as a metal pole wrapped in steel cord, it swells, rising and falling like the respiration of an anaconda. @@color:slateblue;''“URRRGGHH!”''@@ he growls, slamming his hips forward with incredible force, hilting the monster deeply enough into Bonnie’s guts that she cries out with a primal scream. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/willfuckbonnie1.gif" width="374" height="195"></center> The thrust knocks you completely off balance, reaching out for something to stabilize you. When you latch onto Will’s shoulder, you’re completely lifted off the ground by his hips, and you hook a leg over his thigh to avoid falling. You feel swept away, caught up in a massive tidal wave, and repeatedly smashed against the rocks. The violent rocking batters your body against his stiff muscles, even painfully compressing one of your balls on an unfortunate bounce. Desperately, you wrap around his arm like the limb of a tree, intertwining your legs to tightly straddle his thigh, while your head lays nestled against his huge chest. You cling to him tightly, minimizing the amount that it makes you bounce around. <center><video width="640" height="360" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/willfuckbonnie2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ From this angle, you can see Bonnie’s head thrown back, succumbing completely to Will’s assault. Immobilized by the stiff pole ramming halfway up her body, she lays there limply, her tits bouncing with every thrust. Your vision trails all the way down her body, right to the source of her total, utter submission. The angry meat missile strikes repeatedly with a force so incredible that ripples go up her thigh, producing a loud slapping sound that echoes in the room. Out of sheer awe, you can’t help but follow the source further, right to Will himself. The hips producing that brutal power are so broad and strong, that it actually seems proportional for him to have such a mammoth cock. Your heart races, as curiosity gets the better of you, and one of your hands begins to gently trace against his chiseled abs. Breathing heavily, you’re feeling exceptionally aroused, becoming aware of the stimulation on your dick. With every thrust, the muscles in his thigh tighten, and you’ve been straddling it this whole time. You become incredibly sensitive to his every movement, as his entire body contracts, you can anticipate every thrust. Bonnie said he was going to show you how to fuck a girl, but now that you’ve seen it, you know that you could never fuck a girl like this. In fact, you’re a lot more likely to GET fucked like a girl, if this really is the standard. Nuzzling your cheek against his rippling chest, you become fascinated by how vascular his forearm is, clustered with crisscrossing tracks of hydraulic cord. @@color:orange;''“UUUUUUUHHHH!!”''@@ A particularly urgent cry of ecstasy from Bonnie starkly pulls you back into the moment. You’re dressed up like a girl, straddling a real man’s thigh, staring at the veins in his muscles, as he fucks your girlfriend. The very thought of it causes your cock to throb, and your mouth falls open, panting like a bitch in heat. Most surprisingly of all, is that you’re not focused on Bonnie at all, but on Will. Tilting your head, you look up dreamily into his eyes, thinking about how much you admire him as a man. His eyes stay locked to Bonnie’s pussy though, with the cords rising up on his neck, he mouths unheard obscenities under his breath. Somehow, you are so insignificant, that he is able to bear your entire body weight without even noticing. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/willfuckbonnie3.gif" width="415" height="233"></center> Holding him close, you writhe against his sweat slicked muscular body, breathing deeply of his masculine scent. Adventurously, you allow one of your hands to travel down the length of his bulky back, coming to rest at the top of his butt. Unable to resist the urge, you explore the shape of his glutes, astonished by the result. You cant even grab it, his ass looks and feels like it was chiseled out of stone, perfectly sculpted to represent the pinnacle of an alpha-male. His mighty ass flexes with every thrust, overwhelming your senses to the point where you gently hump against his thigh. Staring up him, you feel incredibly vulnerable, incurably smitten by his amazing, powerful body. You want him to see you now, to offer him an apology, and let him know just how much you desire him. There is no doubt now, you would get down on your knees for him, you would let him fuck your ass like a pussy. ''“Uh-uh-uh-uh”'' you weakly mew, the sound drowned out by the slapping and sloshing of Bonnie’s cunt getting pounded out. You possessively cup his muscular ass, your body undulating against him, as you feel your dick twinge, warning of your incoming orgasm. The finality of it partially brings you back to your senses, as does the aggressive expression on his straining face. You DON’T want him to see you now, not like this! You don’t want to be forcefully masturbated by his flexing quadriceps, hanging from his body like some kind of gay monkey-boy. @@color:slateblue;''“UUURRRRGGHHH”''@@ he powerfully grunts, almost in rejection of your reluctance, flexing even harder now. You release him, hoping you will fall to the ground, freeing yourself of this humiliation. Astonishingly, you never move, as his arm has been hugging you tightly in place the whole time. Your weak, limp body is jostled around by his invigorated thrusts, mercilessly stimulating your sensitive dick. @@color:slateblue;''“AHHH… AAAAAAHHHH… AAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!”''@@ Will roars, stiffening his entire body into an immovable statue with a final, explosive thrust. ''“Eeeeeeeeeep!”'' you moan, feeling your legs twitch and shake as you’re unwillingly pushed over the edge. As his swollen fuck-club unloads a torrent of sperm deep into your girlfriends pussy, your little twiggy dick pathetically squirts volley after volley onto his muscular thigh. Swimming in a sea of shame, humiliation, and post-coital bliss, you’re finally released, collapsing into a heap on the floor. Pulling your knees up to your chest, your bury your head into your crossed arms, hoping Will doesn’t see you like this. @@color:slateblue;''“Fucking crazy bitch…”''@@ he mutters, and you can feet his heavy footsteps rumble the floor next to you, heading for the doorway. [[Next|Week 2 Thursday : Bonnie 9]]

Your head is spinning, unable to reconcile the implications of what just happened, so you don’t try, content to simply ride out the feeling. Breathing heavily, Bonnie suddenly sits upright on the bed, a look of total satisfaction written all over her face. You hope she didn’t notice you cumming in Will’s arms, moaning like a little bitch. @@color:orange;''“So?…”''@@ she smiles, catching her breath, @@color:orange;''“Ready for your turn?”''@@. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniecreampie1.gif" width="496" height="368"></center> You glance up at her pussy from your position on the floor, and note that it’s absolutely brimming with Will’s thick, white discharge. Having already shot your bolt, the idea of submerging your dipstick into that bowl of love pudding is… less than desirable. Standing at two explosive orgasms already, you’re sufficiently fucked-out at this point, barely able to move, let alone perform sexually. @@color:orange;''“A Deal’s a deal, Kaylee”''@@ she reminds you, standing up to finish what she started. But instead of mounting your slumped cock, she squats right over your face, @@color:orange;''“OPEN!”''@@ she commands. Probably out of surprise, but possibly thanks to her careful conditioning, your mouth pops open on demand, like stepping on the pedal of a trash can. Before you can even begin to process the situation, you’ve got a mouthful of sticky baby batter. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniecreampie2.gif" width="348" height="313"></center> With her pussy hovering right above your face, you dizzily wonder if it’s still flavored by that sweet, tasty treat. Craning your neck, your lips rise up to search out hers. Bonnie moves just out of your range, tightly squeezing the muscles of her abdomen to force another glob of semen to plop into your mouth with a slight splash. ''“Unngh”'' you mildly groan, holding the mass of fluid in your mouth, unwilling to let it slide down your throat. Twirling on the spot, Bonnie does finally straddle your dick, dropping her full weight down on you. The blow nearly makes you reflexively swallow, but you manage to arrest the impulse. Laying flat against your body, there’s something about her warm embrace that you find comforting. She gently places her lips against yours, angling her hips to position her hard clit right on the head of your flaccid dick. @@color:orange;''“Mmmmm”''@@ she hums, pushing her tongue past your lips, and sensually using it to scoop up small amounts of cum from your reservoir. Automatically, start to suck her tongue, partially opening your throat for a moment, allowing some of the cum to travel down your esophagus. Her hips begin to move, grinding your sensitive gland against her stiff clitoris. You can feel the viscous fluid ooze out of her sopping wet pussy, pouring all over your little balls, and down the crack of your ass. Vigorously now, she rides you, plunging her tongue in more deeply, greedily trying to suck your whole face off. Wrapping your arms around her, you return the kiss, pushing some of the cum into her mouth. Hungrily, she sucks and slurps it out of you, as more of the substance trickles down between your legs, some of it coating your recently fucked asshole. You idly wonder if Will’s little spermies are going to swim up your ass, mistaking you for a girl. Breaking the kiss, you can see Bonnie’s mouth bulging above yours, and she raises her eyebrows twice, signaling you to do something. You understand, and looking lovingly into her eyes, your mouth gapes like a baby bird. She gently holds your head in place, and opens a gap between her lips. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniecumswap1.gif" width="329" height="340"></center> A long, seemingly endless trail of cum leaks from her mouth into yours, connecting the two of you in a way you never imagined possible. Accepting every drop of what she has to offer, you note that her saliva has slightly thinned out the mixture. Even so, with a guy as virile as Will, it’s still incredibly dense… If it were any thicker, it would be crunchy. Back and forth, you exchange the salty treat with Bonnie, while she grinds away at the head of your cock. Without the ability to become erect again, you imagine this might be what it’s like to be a lesbian, engaging in a clitty sword fight with your butch girlfriend. Breathing erratically, Bonnie suddenly holds you tight, tensing up with a few hard thrusts of her hips. @@color:orange;''“UNNNNGGHHHHH”''@@ she moans, causing a thin, hot effluence to splatter all over your dick and balls. After everything that happened today, you didn’t think Bonnie would be cumming on your dick, but you’re pleasantly surprised by it. Gently cradling her shivering body, you kiss her passionately, noting that most of the fluid in your mouth has vanished somehow. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniecumswap2.gif" width="320" height="240"></center> Your tongues playfully intertwine as she comes down from her orgasm, huffing and puffing, resting gently on your chest. Overcome by fatigue, you could just fall asleep, right here in her arms. Breaking away to stare into your eyes, you see something different about Bonnie. There’s a deep concern in her expression, a kind of sadness or longing. Her jaw wobbles, as if she can’t put it into words, @@color:orange;''“I-I….”''@@. It’s not like Bonnie to be at a loss for words, and it worries you somewhat. @@color:orange;''“I-…”''@@ she begins pouring over with emotion in every syllable, @@color:orange;''“I love you, Kaylee!”''@@. Your eyebrows fly up in surprise, and she immediately breaks down, clamping a hand over her mouth with tears in her eyes. Rising to her feet, Bonnie runs out of the room, audibly sobbing down the hallway until her cries are muffled by the slamming shut of a door. Sitting upright on the ground, you’re lost in thought… No matter how hard you try, in this state, you just can’t figure out what happened to her. The only thing that does occur to you, is that you care, you actually care about this girl. It’s been a confusing whirlwind of a day, and unfortunately, the final note has left a bad taste it your mouth, both literally and figuratively. Heading downstairs, you change into your school clothes, and with very little deliberation, you decide to stuff the sodden girly clothes into your bag. The whole way back to school, you’re deep in thought, plodding along like a zombie. Maybe it’s just the fatigue, or maybe it’s something more. <<set $sub = $sub + 10>>\ <<if $masc > 5>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 10>>\ <<print "Masculinity -10">> <</if>>\ <<if $masc == 5>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity -5">> <</if>>\ <<print "Submission +10">> [[Next|Week 2 Monday : Lunch]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/changingbooth.jpg" width="355" height="267"></center> With nothing better to do, you decide to head back to class, and maybe watch some of those stupid-ass performances. //''Alas, poor Kevin…''//, you muse, stepping into the room, taking the opportunity to look around for Bonnie once again. Just as you’re completing a lap of the rear area, one of the booth curtains flings open. When you turn to check it out, you’re seized by the scruff of the neck and pulled inside. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniedolleyes.jpg" width="640" height="140"></center> @@color:orange;''“Where the HELL were you!?”''@@ Bonnie rasps, scaring the living shit out of you. ''“Yo! I-”'' you stutter, ''“I was just- …”'', stopping short before actually telling her where you’ve been. It occurs to you that perhaps it’s not the best idea to mention that you visited her house uninvited. At the same time, you don’t want to lie, fearing that she might have been home the entire time, which would explain the loud crash. ''“Are… Are you, ok?”'' you venture, sincerely concerned about her mental state. @@color:orange;''“Are YOU, OK?”''@@ she reverses the question in a scathing tone, leaning uncomfortably close to your face. You roll your eyes, trying to act annoyed, but really, you can’t bear to meet her gaze. When you do finally peek back at her, the intensity of her glare causes you to blink repeatedly. Taking a hold of your head with both hands, she steadies you, burrowing into your soul, @@color:orange;''“Are you ready?”''@@. ''“What? READY??”'' you being to ramble at a mile a minute, losing your cool and beginning to crack under the pressure of the moment, ''“No, I’m not READY, I don’t even know what you’re talking about, or what your deal is, but I-”''. Your words are cut short by a swift blow to the head, catching you off guard. @@color:orange;''“Are you fucking STUPID? Our presentation, THAT’S what I’m talking about… Are - You - READY???”''@@ she hisses. Stewing over the fact that she hit you, it takes a second to clear your head before answering her. Obviously, you know she’s talking about your presentation, but unless you missed something, you don’t recall preparing for one. Still, you don’t want to argue with her about it, so you plainly state, ''“No… I am not ready”''. Without any warning, she charges, slamming you into the wall behind you, causing you to bump the back of your head. An immediate dizziness makes it impossible for you to stop her from spinning you around and pressing you face-first against the wall. @@color:orange;''“Let me spell it out for you again”''@@ she scolds, pinning your head to the wall with her forearm, and stuffing a hand down the back of your pants. ''“Ahhhrrrrrrgg”'' you stifle a groan when her unlubricated fingers batter their way into your hole. The painful, stretching, burning sensation runs all the way down the back of your leg muscles, locking them in place. Your body tenses up reflexively at the sudden intrusion, causing your sphincter to clam down hard, but that doesn’t stop her from painfully fingering your ass. She’s already inside of you, the futile resistance isn’t worth the unnecessary pain this is causing, so you try to relax, succumbing to her will. Making use of her body weight, she slams against you, forcing her digits to bottom out inside of you, pressing down hard on your pleasure button. You don’t want it to feel good, but it does, and your cock immediately responds, stiffening up in your pants. ''“AHH-MPH!”'' you moan, before she clamps her hand over your mouth to silence your cries. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonnieprostate.gif" width="270" height="240"></center> @@color:orange;''“Shut the fuck up”''@@ she hisses, pulling her fingers nearly all the way out, before slamming them home with malicious intent. Squeezing her hand against your mouth, you can feel her nails dig into your skin. @@color:orange;''“I OWN this little mouth”''@@ she growls directly into your ear, incessantly pumping your ass. You hate yourself for enjoying this, and in some kind of sick, masochistic way, you’re even enjoying the pain she inflicts. Giving in completely, you submit yourself to her ministrations, hoping that she doesn’t decide to ram her whole fist in there - though maybe some part of you does… Convinced by your limp obedience, she releases your mouth, sticking that hand down the front of your pants to put a death grip on your hard cock. @@color:orange;''“I OWN this little dick”''@@ she grunts, her breath heavy in your ear as she painfully yanks it with sudden, violent strokes. The brutal violation drives you mad with lust, rocking your hips to match the motion of her hands. Her dominant fingers bully your little prostate so roughly, that you’re not sure if you’re about to cum, or piss yourself. @@color:orange;''“And I OWWWWWN….”''@@ she punctuates each word with a particularly painful, vicious penetration of your helpless pucker, @@color:orange;''“This STINKY - LITTLE - PUSSY!”''@@. ''“AAHH- NNNNGGGGGGG”'' you bite down on your sleeve to muffle your desperate cry, as she squashes your bitch-button flat, pushing you over the edge. She doesn’t move now, but you do, bucking like a bitch In heat. Pushing back against her, you roughly fuck yourself on her fingers, while masturbating yourself with her hand. Twisting and writhing like a hedonistic fuck puppet, you shamefully squirt directly into your underwear. ''“uh-uh-uh”'' you gasp rhythmically, unwilling to stop stimulating yourself, even after your balls have run dry. Bonnie is the one to put a stop to it, withdrawing both of her hands at once, nearly causing you to collapse to the floor. Spinning you to face her and taking a hold of your chin, she looks absolutely disgusted by you, @@color:orange;''“Are you ready now??”''@@. Red in the face, you huff and puff, barely able to stand on shaky legs. Pouting, you still don’t understand, but you nod in the affirmative, leaning forward, hoping that she will catch you, wrapping you up in her warm embrace. @@color:orange;''“Good!”''@@ she spits, whipping your chin to the side, as if she can’t stand the sight of you. This kind of treatment makes you so sad, that you feel like you’re on the brink of tears, wishing that she would just be kind to you again. @@color:orange;''“Here’s your shit”''@@ she coldly states, lifting a plastic bag from the ground beside you, before disrespectfully throwing it right into your face. @@color:orange;''“Get dressed and memorize your lines, we’re on in five…”''@@ she adds, picking up her own bag, and pulling out a wet-nap to clean off her fingers. The look on your face must be pathetic, because it gets her attention, @@color:orange;''“Now pull yourself together! You can mope and cry all you want after the performance, but I better see a big smile on your face when we get out there”''@@. Leaning in with an intimidating glare, she threatens you, @@color:orange;''“And don’t you DARE spoil this for me, or I promise, you will REGRET it…”''@@. Holding your gaze for a few more seconds, she spins on her heel, stomping out of the cubicle. [[Next|Week 2 Friday : Bonnie 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/changingbooth.jpg" width="355" height="267"></center> Wallowing in your sorrow, and your soiled undergarments, her words sink in, really hitting home. It’s a miserable feeling, knowing how much you cared about her, how you worried over her. Now it all seems like an act, a farcical fever dream, cooked up just to fuck with your head, and play with your heart. With your passion completely extinguished, you feel cold, and wet in your underwear. Looking at the discarded plastic bag, you consider the contents, recalling your ‘dress rehearsal’ yesterday. //''If there’s female clothing in there, she can go fuck herself''// you think, refusing to put yourself through that, not after how she treated you. You hope it is, so you can walk out there and fling it right into her face, like she did to you. Eyeing the bag, curiosity gets the better of you, snatching it up to withdraw the garments from within. To your surprise, it contains a black tuxedo jacket, black dress pants, a black bow tie, a pair of black dress shoes, and a questionable frilly white shirt. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonnietuxedo.jpg" width="570" height="432"></center> It seems that you were wrong about her little scheme, but that doesn’t excuse her behaviour. The clothes aren’t a problem for you, but with literally only a few minutes left, how can you even read a script, let alone memorize one. Fishing around in the bag, you can’t even find a script, only what looks like a receipt. Taking hold of the loose scrap of paper, you read the single sentence written on it, sighing at the words. //''Fuck it''// you think, and that has become your motto of late, going with the flow, like a tiny reed floating down a grand river. Strapping on the monkey suit, you decide to go commando, stuffing your sticky boxers down to the bottom of your school bag. Taking another glance at the paper, your snort in derision, flinging it over your shoulder and making your way to the stage - it’s showtime. [[Next|Week 2 Friday : Bonnie 3]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/darkstage.jpg" width="306" height="254"></center> The stage is dark, and you move slowly, not knowing what to expect, and worried that you might suddenly trip over something. Pitch black as it is, you probably couldn’t find your starting mark even if you knew where it was. A pair of firm hands take you by the shoulders, adjusting your position a few steps forward and to the left. Standing there like a mannequin, you patiently wait for about twenty seconds before the overhead rig illuminates you with a spotlight. You don’t detect any kind of backdrop to the scene, it’s just you, and a rather ornate ottoman footrest less than a pace away. Another, larger spotlight flips on at center stage, revealing Bonnie wearing an expensive looking evening gown, standing in front of a gilded, full height mirror. Her back is to the crowd, and her front reflected to the audience by the mirror. Clearly, she is the star here, while you wait in the wings, cutting a dark profile. As if someone had just pressed play on their remote, she comes to life. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniestage.jpg" width="480" height="320"></center> Raising a compact makeup kit with her left hand, she removes some kind of cotton pad, and begins to briskly powder her face with it. @@color:orange;''“I swear Penny,”''@@ she begins, in a posh British accent, @@color:orange;''“If another one of those horrid little guttersnipes even looks at me, with their dirty little faces, I’ll have daddy lock them up and throw away the key!”''@@. The expression on her face is positively aristocratic, as is the way she waves that swab around while she’s talking. @@color:orange;''“Did you see Evelyn at the party last week-end?”''@@ she asks, but quickly continues, @@color:orange;''“Of course not! She was indisposed, scrubbing at two filthy little hand prints on the front of her dress for the ENTIRE evening!”''@@. Se guffaws rather convincingly, @@color:orange;''“I mean, have you EVER heard of anything so dreadful in your ENTIRE life!? …I could just… DIE!”''@@. She’s laying it on a bit thick for your taste, and you cringe to think people like that might actually exist, @@color:orange;''“But what would you care? I talk and I talk, and all you ever do is ignore me! If I were drowning right this second, you wouldn’t lift a FINGER to help me!”''@@. Turning her head to look at you for the first time, you detect a slight arch in her eyebrow. This is it, it’s time to deliver your line, ''“But Darling,”'' you reply in the best British accent you can manage, ''“I love you so”''. Staring at you coldly, she doesn’t reply, instead, she noisily adjusts her compact, slapping the pad in place and producing a small tube. @@color:orange;''“Honestly, Penny…”''@@ she starts, opening the tube to reveal a mascara brush, raising it to her lash, @@color:orange;''“What have you done to prove your love to me? Hmm? - Not one single thing!”''@@. Turning to look at you accusingly, she doesn’t neglect her surprisingly well-applied makeup, @@color:orange;''“Have you the slightest inkling how they talk about us at court?? They name us FOPS! Frederick calls you a whoopsy, a screaming bender who rogers the butler for a ha’penny!”''@@. This is getting confusing, are you supposed to be keeping track of these characters? Like this Frederick guy, and Rodger the butler? You quickly notice that Bonnie’s eyebrow is wiggling, prompting you to deliver your line, ''“But Darling! I love you so”''. Halting her makeup application, she turns to regard you with a scolding tone, @@color:orange;''“Pendleton Featherbottom the Third, I’ve never-”''@@. @@color:slateblue;''“BWAHAHAHAHA”''@@ her words are suddenly cut off by someone in the audience laughing his ass off. Several people try to shush him, but it’s impossible, @@color:slateblue;''“AAAAAAAAAHAHAHA”''@@ he wails. Breaking character, you turn to look into the crowd, spotting him immediately. @@color:slateblue;''“AHHH-AHHH-UHHH-AHHH”''@@ he convulses, clinging to the person seated next to him, looking as if he might literally die of laughter. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Ok, out! OUT!”''@@ your teacher orders, and the guy waves at him in compliance, but he’s having trouble moving. @@color:slateblue;''“UHHHHH-HOOOHOOOHOOO -gasp- UUUUUUHHEEEHEEEHEEE”''@@ he wheezes, bent completely in half as he shuffles toward the exit. [[Next|Week 2 Friday : Bonnie 4]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniestage.jpg" width="480" height="320"></center> Feeling incredibly hot all of a sudden, you tug at the inside of your collar, trying to reclaim some level of dignity. Shuffling your feet as the teacher regains control of the room, Bonnie launches right back into her tirade, never missing a beat, @@color:orange;''“I’ve never been so HUMILIATED in all my LIFE!”''@@. Her eyes done up perfectly, she switches to a stick of lipstick, pausing to apply it every so often, @@color:orange;''“I’m going to the party without you! I’ll not have you turning up, clean-shaven with a grin on your face, just to make a LAUGHINGSTOCK of me and my family!”''@@. The performance she gives pulls you right back into the moment, and the audience seems captivated as well. This time, you catch the motion of her eyebrow, right on cue, ''“But Darling-”'' @@color:orange;''“No more But’s, Penny!”''@@ she cuts you off, @@color:orange;''“So instead of standing there like six half struck,”''@@ she continues, stepping away from the mirror to stand between you and the ottoman, @@color:orange;''“Help me with my shoes!”''@@. That said, she pops her foot up onto the ottoman, looking imperious as she applies a mauve blush to her cheeks with expert brush strokes. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniestagekneel.jpg" width="480" height="320"></center> Reluctantly, you decide to play along, bending the knee to her, and lowering your gaze. Barely suppressing a gasp, from this angle, you make a startling discovery. Bonnie is wearing a massive strap-on cock under her dress, one that you and Melanie have both become acquainted with. Thankfully, the leg she raised obscures it from the audience, and she’s no longer in proximity of the mirror. Noticing your hesitance, she immediately snaps at you, @@color:orange;''“Don’t you DARE spoil this for me Penny… Or I promise, you will REGRET it!”''@@. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniestagestrap.jpg" width="225" height="400"></center> The severe look in her eyes shakes you to the core, noting that she said almost that exact same thing to you just before the performance. You look up at her with legitimate terror now, afraid of what she might be planning to do. Hopping to your task, you dutifully attend to her shoe, carefully wrapping the straps halfway up her calf to match the other one. Looking back up, hoping that she’s pleased with you, but it’s quite the contrary. She’s cold, and beautiful, her face painted, with her eyebrow cocked to a furious angle. Your eyes bulge, how many seconds of complete silence have passed without you delivering the line? Summoning up as much emotion as you can, you try to really sell it, ''“But Daaarling,-”''. @@color:orange;''“DON’T YOU //DARLING// ME!”''@@ she bellows, dramatically kicking the ottoman aside, stepping closely enough for her strap-on to touch the bottom of your chin through her dress. @@color:orange;''“Do you need to be reminded of your ROLE in this relationship?”''@@ she queries, @@color:orange;''“Where would you be without ME? If daddy hadn’t given you a job, you’d be scrubbing POTS, or peddling that boy’s-fanny for a crust of BREAD!”''@@. Her eyes burn bright as embers, and her pursed lips are pulled into a sadistic smile, as she raises an eyebrow. You don’t even know what she’s talking about, all you can think about is the rubber pipe between her legs, hoping she doesn’t unleash that beast in full view of the entire class. So you deliver the line at her direction, ''“But Da-AAEEEEIII”'' you squeal. Your face explodes in pain, ringing your ear from the force of her open-handed slap. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniestageslap.gif" width="500" height="256"></center> @@color:slateblue;''“Ohhhhhhhhhh”''@@ a collective gasp erupts through the crowd. Cupping your cheek, you can feel the tears begin to well up in your eyes. Pitifully, you look up into her heartless face, wondering why she’s always so mean to you. All you want is for this to be over now, you can’t take much more of it. @@color:orange;''“I’m leaving you! …Pendleton''@@” she declares with a distinct finality, and think you heard the accent slip. This isn’t a character speaking now, it’s Bonnie speaking directly to you. The words strike you like another blow, causing a river of glistening tears to steam down your cheeks. In that moment, all of your love, all of your shame, all of your resentment, is perfectly captured, kneeling at her feet under the blazing spotlight. Spinning on her heel, Bonnie does leave you, with the only sound in the room being the crisp, clear ringing of her heels on the wooden floor. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/bonniestageheels.gif" width="300" height="300"></center> Thankfully, the lights begin to dim, but not quickly enough to save your pride. Burying your face into the ottoman, you softly weep, just before the room goes all black. Before you can get a moments reprieve, you’re roused by the sound of roaring applause. It’s enough to snap you back to reality, moving swiftly, using the darkness as cover, you race backstage to the changing booth. Replacing your clothes as quickly as possible, you try to escape the classroom, but you’re stopped in mid-stride by someone catching your arm. Tearing your arm loose, you cower away from the person in fright, before you notice that it’s the teacher. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Keviiiiin”''@@ he cheers, proudly opening his arms in offering, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“We gotta talk about your future!”''@@. ''“Ahhh, yeah that’s great”'' you reply, putting on a nervous smile, ''“But I really gotta go, Teach, I got somewhere to be”''. And that part is true, you do have somewhere to be, and that place, is literally anywhere but here. Enduring multiple undeserved pats on the back, you flee the classroom like a burglar in the night. <<set $sub = $sub + 5>>\ <<if $masc > 0>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity -5">> <</if>>\ <<print "Submission +5">> [[Next|Week 2 Monday : Lunch]]

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<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/poolhallinterior.jpg" width="500" height="375"></center> Meticulously weighing out seven grams of coke, you fill up seven baggies before heading out to the pool hall. The front sign comes into view, but you circle around the back to find your usual parking spot. Depositing your vehicle in one of the dark corners, you enter the rear of the building with a confident stride. The bartender spots you immediately, offering up a nearly imperceptible nod in greeting. Taking his cue, you settle in to your assigned seat and survey the area. As expected, the barman approaches you with a cold beer in his hands and a very familiar looking coaster. The number ‘50’ is emblazoned on its face, doubling as a veritable drug menu for the patrons. You’re becoming quite comfortable in working this spot, and you’re even noticing some steady customers. Only an hour into your shift, you’ve already unloaded four grams, and noticed that your stash is quickly dwindling away. <<if $cokeuse > 0>>\ By the time you’ve satisfied the club demand, there wont be a single grain of coke left for you. If you can’t even get a little toot for yourself, then why even bother slinging this shit. At the end of the day, you’re here for your own reasons, and this endeavour only exists to meet your ends. <</if>>\ A ruckus erupts from the far end of the room, immediately drawing your attention, with the cries of @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Fat Boy!”''@@. The crowd begins to split apart, allowing the passage of a large individual, who struts into the room like a celebrity. He stands six foot tall, and nearly as many foot wide, with greased up hair, meticulously styled. They all pat him on the back and offer words of encouragement as he strides into the room. Every eye in the place is transfixed on the newcomer, who begins to assemble his custom made pool cue. <<if $shooter == 2>>\ You don’t have much time to linger on the man before Shooter signals you from the rear exit, winking and angling his head toward the door. <<set $money += 200>>\ <<print "Money +200">> <<set $coke -= 4>>\ <<print "Coke -4">> [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Coke Day four : Shooter]] <</if>>\ <<if $leigh == 1>>\ Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Leigh eyeballing you from a nearby table. It becomes abundantly clear that she's been watching you the whole time, patiently waiting to be noticed. The thought of digging into that scrumptious slice of cake makes your mouth water. A smile comes over your face, knowing that you have exactly what she wants, and she has exactly what you want. [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Coke Day four : Leigh]] <</if>>\ <<if $leigh == 2>>\ Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Leigh and Huxana sitting at a table together. It becomes abundantly clear that they’ve been watching you the whole time, patiently waiting to be noticed. The thought of digging into those scrumptious slices of cake makes your mouth water. A smile comes over your face, knowing that you have exactly what they want, and they have exactly what you want. [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Coke Day four : Huxley]] <</if>>\

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/poolhallinterior.jpg" width="500" height="375"></center> There’s a knowing look in her eyes, predicting the result of this interaction before you even sat down. The pouting of her lips indicates a clear derision, and you can tell that she doesn’t like you. Something about that is alluring to you, and everything about her demeanor seems to perfectly match her attitude. Most of all, her directness, making no effort to disguise this as some kind of faux seduction. She simply wants to barter, a gram of cocaine to rent her mouth for a while. Huxana knows she looks good, and treats her body like the high demand commodity that it is. The heat building up around your collar steadily intensifies, as does the hardening between your legs. ''“Count to ten, then follow behind me”'' you instruct rising up from the table to head for the lavatory. Completely ignoring you, she stands up as well, trailing right behind without a care in the world. You sigh, stalking into the room in a huff, annoyed to the point where you almost don’t even want a blowjob anymore… almost. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/poolhallwashroom.jpg" width="550" height="367"></center> Fed up with her behaviour, you nearly drag her into the stall, locking you both inside before you start digging into your pants. When you pull out your erect cock instead of a bag of coke, she immediately becomes uncooperative. @@color:red;''“Gib me!”''@@ she demands, holding out her palm expectantly. Fishing out a baggie, you dangle it in front of her, pulling it back when she snatches at it. ''“Yo, if you want this shit, you better start sucking that dick”'' you negotiate, bringing the baggie a little closer this time. Moving faster than you expected, she gets a hold of the bag, but you never let go of the other end. Experimentally, she pulls a little harder, not wanting to risk tearing the plastic. In response, you place a hand on top of her head and start pushing her down to the floor. Her knees begin to buckle, but her grip on the bag never falters. Looking up at you, there’s no denying the hatred in her gaze. She absolutely despises you, making sure to convey that you’re a perverted piece of shit that has to pay for sexual favors from pretty girls. Even though she likes being able to easily acquire drugs, she doesn’t seem to enjoy the process. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/huxanabj1.gif" width="359" height="360"></center> Reluctantly, she squats down, wrapping her little fingers around your shaft and beginning to stroke. Even though you’re sure of her displeasure, the expression on her face arouses you immensely. Down on her knees, sacrificing her dignity, knowing that this is her proper place, subjugated at the feet of a man. ''“Ahhhhhh”'' you sigh, feeling a great sense of relief at the soft touch of her hand. It’s disarming enough for your grip to loosen on the baggie, which you don’t notice until she’s pulling it free. Before you can say anything, she’s tucking the bag away, flashing a half-smile that signals victory. She may have secured her prize, but now it’s time to pay the price. ''“Yo, lick my fucking balls”'' you demand, pulling her head down, giving her no real option to refuse. Her soft, warm lips press against the sensitive skin of your scrotum, and she obeys readily under your firm lead. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/huxanabj2.gif" width="500" height="274"></center> Your assertive demeanor triggers something in her, and the previously cold and bratty girl transforms into a slut. @@color:red;''“Ahhmmmpph!”''@@ she moans, opening her mouth to engulf one of your balls, slurping on it like a scoop of ice cream. Her tongue darts around wildly as she juggles both of your balls in a way you’ve never experienced before. The unabashed display of whorish lust drives you wild, and your cock stiffens painfully in her hand. In another minute, you’ll be firing off like a fountain if she keeps this up, but you won’t be denied your just deserts. ''“Ohhhh, you dirty little coke-whore”'' you hoarsely whisper, pulling her head back by the hair. Without instruction, she opens wide, staring at you with a primal, steely gaze. Taking advantage of the opportunity, you thrust into her mouth, ''“AHHHHHH”'' you groan. The hot, wet interior of her soft mouth feels heavenly, causing you to instinctually pump in and out. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/huxanabj3.gif" width="327" height="276"></center> ''“Oh fuck yeah!”'' you curse, increasing the power of your strokes. Her head is completely limp, allowing you to use her however you want. Taking a wide stance, your spread your thighs apart, angling her head to penetrate her throat. ''“Eat it you fucking Russian bitch!”'' you scowl, fucking her face with reckless abandon, using her mouth like a pussy. Unleashing the beast within, you rut against her head like an animal, smacking your soggy balls audibly against her chin. You haven’t been keeping track, but after about ninety seconds you’re tipping over the edge. ''“UUURRRRRRGGGGHHH”'' you grunt, stuffing the entire length of your cock down her throat. There is no resistance on her end, and she doesn’t even choke or gag for an instant. With no trouble, she gulps down your member, swallowing the head of your cock just as you’re about to blow. Convulsing in violent orgasm, you unload your balls directly into her pliant esophagus. By the time you’re done ejaculating, you feel spent, and your already deflating cock slithers out of her mouth. Thoroughly satisfied, you plop down onto the toilet seat to catch your breath. Huxana is already getting back to her feet, licking a dollop of cum off the corner of her mouth. After the throat beating you just gave her, you expected to have done some damage, or at least messed up her makeup. Neither are true though, as she stands before you looking completely pristine in every way, and the derisive expression reappears on her face. @@color:red;''“Spasiba, fest boy”''@@ she remarks, wiggling the baggie at you before striding proudly from the room. Huffing and puffing, you feel paralyzed, lethargic enough to fall asleep right here. Sitting on the toilet with your spit-soaked dick and balls slumped up against your thigh, you wonder who really got used here. ''//fast boy?//'' you wonder, realizing that you might have lasted all of three minutes tops. Was she really reluctant? Or is that all a ploy in order to upset you, resulting in a hard, fast suck session - with particular emphasis on the word fast. You could have had her sucking your dick for the next half hour if you hadn’t gotten so excited about dominating her. The strategy she used against you was much different than Leigh, although you didn’t last very long with her either. You don’t beat yourself up too much about it, these girls are clearly professionals, while you’re still an amateur in this game. Still, you will have to remember this next time you pay for release, and hopefully you can get more for your money. When the buzzing in your ears ceases, you pull up your pants and decide to call it a night. No matter how things turned out, you’ve got a great, big smile plastered across your face. Safely reaching your car in the rear, you drive home without incident and have an otherwise uneventful night. <<set $leigh += 1>>\ <<set $poolhall += 1>>\ <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc += 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <<set $coke -= 1>>\ <<print "Coke -1">> <</if>>\ [[Go Home|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]]

''“Sorry honey, I got nothing, find me sooner next time, ok?”'' you lie, taking away the only thing that attracted her in the first place. Without even waiting for her reply, you stand from the table and begin walking to the exit. @@color:red;''“...kurwa”''@@ she mutters something behind you, but you never look back. Safely reaching your car in the rear, you drive home without incident and have an otherwise uneventful night. <<set $poolhall += 1>>\ [[Go Home|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/poolhallalley.jpeg" width="413" height="275"></center> Dark and gloomy, the alley behind the pool hall is the perfect setting for shady dealings, and you know it well by this point. Easily locating Shooter behind the dumpster, you make a final sweep of the area to make sure the coast is clear before joining him. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Alright, Kid! You made it, I knew you would”''@@ Shooter praises, beaming at you with that charming smile of his. ''“Whoopie…”'' you half-heartedly reply, reaching into your pocket, ''“So how much do you need?”''. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Aw, come on, Kid… Don’t be so cold, we’re old pals you and I”''@@ he offers, extending his arms wide. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“You know the score by now, it’s a double of the white, and your final training session”''@@. The drug order is easy to fill, and you quickly comply by producing two little baggies for inspection. Without hesitating a second, Shooter is pushing a hundred into your hand and digging into one of the baggies. He sprinkles the powder onto the back of his hand, just between the webbing of his thumb and index finger before quickly vacuuming it up his nose. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Woo-Haa!”''@@ he exclaims, shaking his head in excitement, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“That’s the ticket!”''@@. Staring at you intensely, Shooter begins to pat and rub your shoulder, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Ok, I’m gonna level with you here, sport… This last technique is the toughest to master, but once you’ve got it down pat, you’ll be rolling in dough”''@@. Judging by your past few meetings with Shooter, you don’t feel like you’ve gotten any better at pool yet. The pointers he gave you associated with grip and breath control do make sense, but they could have obviously been conveyed without performing sexual favors for this pervert. Still though, you wouldn’t be able to benefit from his experience otherwise, so it may be worth paying his price. Sighing heavily, you humor the man further, ''“So what’s this last, secret technique?”''. Smiling broadly, he motions you toward the wall, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Way to go, Kid! I knew you were a champion from the second I saw you! Now take a stance, just like before”''@@. Curiously obeying his instructions, you place your feet shoulder-width apart, bending over at the waist to plant a bridging hand against the wall. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Absolutely perfect! You’re a natural, Kid!”''@@ Shooter announces, taking position behind you and unbuckling his pants. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Now show me that pro grip”''@@ he directs, pushing his hot length of meat into your palm. The tip oozes onto your hand, and you follow his lead, dragging your fingers down to the base. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Ahhh”''@@ he sighs in contentment, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Great form! Now put some real elbow grease into it”''@@. With that said, you begin to pump his shaft harder, as he gets even closer. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/shooterjerk.gif" width="320" height="212"></center> Hugging you around the waist from behind with one arm, you can feel his thigh wedging right between your butt cheeks. Breathing a little heavier, you put more effort into your strokes, trying to caress every inch of his cock with an increased amount of force. It’s difficult to maintain a steady degree of balance in this position, and the motion of your hand makes you slightly rock back and forth. Your butt begins to bounce gently against Shooter’s thigh, and it causes your dick to harden slightly in your pants. Shooter’s free hand lays something flat on top of the dumpster, and when you turn your head to look, it turns out to be a small jar of Vaseline. The very sight of it makes you begin to stiffen up in apprehension. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Don’t forget your breath control”''@@ he reminds you, dabbing a blob of the substance onto his shaft. The substance is thick and gooey, causing your fingers to slip and slide all over his rock hard cock. Either you’re bouncing a little harder against his thigh, or Shooter has joined in the motion, gently rocking his hips. Your mouth begins to gape open, feeling swept up in the moment, but you heed his advice. Focusing your attention, you steady your breathing and slightly widen your stance for more stability. The grip of your hand increases as well, squeezing his shaft in a way that makes it slip and pop around in your grip, much like a bar of soap in the shower. The wiggling appendage feels rock hard, but silky smooth on the surface, as your butt rides against his leg. It’s such a hypnotic feeling that you don’t notice him loosening your belt until your baggy pants fall right down around your ankles. Raising your shoulders, your head perks up at the cold night air blowing on your exposed nethers. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“That’s swell, Kid, now clear your mind of all thoughts, and relax every muscle in your body”''@@ Shooter instructs, just before you feel a cold blob of jelly being applied to your exposed asshole. <<set $money += 100>>\ <<print "Money +100">> <<set $coke -= 2>>\ <<print "Coke -2">> [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Coke Day four : Shooter 2]]

Incomplete. <<set $poolhall += 1>>\ [[Go Home|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]]

Incomplete <<set $poolhall += 1>>\ [[Go Home|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/poolhallalley.jpeg" width="413" height="275"></center> ''“YO!”'' you squeal in fright, standing erect and spinning around to place your back flat against the wall. ''“What the fuck, man? Are you about to stick your dick in my ass?”'' you query, a little louder than you would have wished. Shooter looks bewildered by the question, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Well of course, Sport-O, how else are you gonna learn?”''@@. ''“Learn what!?”'' you explode, ''“You haven’t been teaching me anything!”''. Shaking his head in frustration, he explains, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I taught you plenty, Kid! I told you, this is some Mr. Miyagi type stuff. Real, repeatable muscle memory skills that’ll kick in when it’s time to make the big bucks”''@@. Although it sounds ridiculous, there’s such a ring of honesty to his words, that you can’t help but believe him. Without a doubt, he is telling the truth, but you refuse to proceed without further clarification, ''“So tell me then, how is jerking you off, sucking your fucking dick, and getting fucked in the ass help me become a better pool player??”''. Shooter is visibly awestruck, even having to take a step backward to steady himself at your words. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“You… You-What??”''@@ Shaking his head, he begins to giggle, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“You almost had me going there for a minute, Kid! Hahaha! Ohhh that’s RICH!”''@@. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/shootersmile.gif" width="389" height="271"></center> ''“What are you talking about!?”'' you angrily retort, ''“Didn’t you say I was a champion, and that together, we could go right to the top!?”''. The mirth on his face begins to fade, replaced by a perplexed expression, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“You don’t really think I’ve been teaching you to play pool, do you? That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard, you gotta be pulling my leg, Ace”''@@. When he notices the serious look in your eyes, he continues, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I’ve been using your knowledge of pool to teach you how to be a professional whore, I thought that was pretty damn obvious, Kid”''@@. The revelation twists your stomach, and when your butthole puckers up, it makes a squishy sound due to the coating of vaseline. A heat builds up in your cheeks and you flush red with embarrassment at being so foolish. If that isn’t enough, you’re also shivering, half-naked behind a dumpster in the alley, bargaining your greased up hole, for his well lubricated pole. ''“I-”'' you stutter, ''“That’s not why I was doing this stuff!”''. Searching your suffering brain for an answer, you can’t bring yourself to believe these were pool lessons. ''“I did it because…”'' why DID you do it? What was the true driving force behind your decisions, ''“It was because of….”''. You can’t bring yourself to say it out loud, that you’re a faggot who was fascinated by his cock. The impressive size of it, how it felt gliding over the pads of your fingertips, the way it tasted poking into your- @@color:lightsteelblue;''“The money”''@@ he finishes the thought for you, revealing the answer very plainly. ''“YEAH! Yeah, that’s right, the money!”'' you instantly reply, much preferring his theory to your own. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“What exactly do you think a whore IS, Kid?”''@@ he asks, leaning in comically close to your face and raising his eyebrows in disbelief. It’s hard to argue with the logic of his conclusion, but between the drugs and the lofty expectations, you hadn’t really thought this through fully. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I meant what I said too, Kid. You really do have a natural talent”''@@ Shooter reinforces his words by placing a hand below your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. Reaching into his pocket, he produces another two hundred dollars, holding it up in offering, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“And if you follow this through, right to the very end, we CAN go right to the top”''@@. [[Accept|Week 2 : After School : Coke Day four : Shooter Accept]] [[Refuse|Week 2 : After School : Coke Day four : Shooter Refuse]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/poolhallalley.jpeg" width="413" height="275"></center> He’s right, and you’ve already come this far, so it’s hard to draw the line here, now that the stakes are raised. Even so, you can’t help but accept the fact that you’re not just into this for the money. Still, it’s crushing to be regarded as a gay whore, and your heart sinks at the prospect. Lowering your eyes away from his gaze, your view settles on his rigid cock, and it captivates you with an eager twitch. Nearly crossed in a sword-fighting duel, your own cock stands fully erect as well, standing as a visual confirmation of your undeniable arousal. It takes quite a bit of bravery, along with a double helping of shame, but you reach out for the bills in his hand. He doesn’t release the money though, instead, he directs your free hand back to his cock. Sullenly, you take hold of his slippery snake, obediently stroking it and looking pitifully into his eyes. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“You’re breaking my heart here, Kid…”''@@ he sincerely expresses, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I’ve never seen someone so glum to make a bunch of money - and learn some valuable skills to boot!”''@@. Releasing his grip on the cash, Shooter rests a hand on your hip, caressing the top of your ass. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“And this is peanuts, baby! Believe you me, we’re primed to make the BIG bucks now, just you wait!”''@@ he promises, letting one of his fingers wander down the crack of your ass. Bristling at his touch, you focus on tucking away the money, but it’s a bit difficult with your pants down around your ankles. Twisting away from him, you bend down to stuff the bills into your pocket, but Shooter takes it as invitation. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“You won’t be out on the docks, puffing on anchor-clankers for a nickel a pop, we’re talking the BIGTIME here”''@@. Pivoting behind you, he places a hand down flat on your back, forcing you to reach out a hand to maintain your balance. Instead of bracing against the wall, the dumpster is supporting you, falling right into Shooter’s suggested stance. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“And why not, after all?”''@@ he adds, rubbing the pad of his thumb in circles around your lubricated asshole, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“There’s no shame in taking a shot in the mouth…”''@@. You specifically remember him cumming buckets into your mouth, and the thought makes you ache with arousal, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“…and if some high roller wants to poke you in the winking walnut, isn’t it worth all that cash for just a few short minutes work?”''@@. ''“Ahhh”'' you gasp as the tip of his thumb begins to penetrate you, causing your knees to shake, as you desperately cling to the side of the dumpster. Taking great care, he gradually works his entire thumb up your ass, curling it inside of you. Controlling your breath, just like he taught you, the amount of pain involved is minimal, but it’s very clear that you’re being stretched open. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/shooterfinger.gif" width="400" height="350"></center> ''“Unnghhhh”'' you groan, as his thumb begins to pump in and out of your ass, making your ring more pliant and accommodating for what is soon to be his cock. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Trust me, Kid. You can make way more than these plastic hussies, they’re a dime a dozen…”''@@ he explains, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I have clients that are drooling for pretty boys like you, and why not use it while you got it, right?”''@@. Very slowly, he lets his thumb slip from your ring, and you can feel it closing back up around his receding digit. @@color:lightsteelblue;''"Hehehe”''@@ he chuckles, seeming pleased by the results of his work, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“With how sweet this tight little hole is, they’ll be lined up around the block!”''@@. Hearing a crinkling sound from behind, you angle your head to look back at Shooter. He’s opening up a baggie and sprinkling the contents onto the head of his cock. A sense of apprehension sends a shiver up your spine, realizing that he plans to administer the drugs to you anally. Before you can even think of objecting, he slaps another glob of Vaseline onto your anus, plunging it inside of you with his thumb. When the head of his cock gently nestles between your cheeks, you reflexively pull away slightly, tightening your sphincter so hard that it makes your cock flex. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“This is it champ, don’t crack on me now, we’re almost home free!”''@@ he encourages, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Don’t think! Just breathe, and on the exhale, try to relax every muscle in your body”''@@. Visibly shaking, you try to compose yourself and rely on his experienced tutelage. Clearing your mind, you focus only on respiration, and when you feel his gland pressing up against your backdoor, you exhale deeply, emptying your lungs. With a little pressure from Shooter, you can feel the tip of his head stretching out your ring beyond what his thumb might have prepared you for. ''“AAAH!”'' you panic, overwhelmed by the intrusive feeling, causing you to pinch down on the top half of his gland, refusing to stretch any further. “Hang in there, Kid!” Shooter urges, grabbing you tightly from behind and gently rocking against you. Every slight thrust of his hips makes the spear-shaped meat stick poke into your hole. You’re not sure if it’s Shooter’s technique, or the cocaine on his cock, but the painful stretching feeling is becoming muted. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“This is it!”''@@ he warns, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Relax, accept it… Take it”''@@. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/shooteranal.gif" width="420" height="222"></center> ''“UNNGHH”'' you groan, feeling a slight pinch when the head of his cock pops into your butt with a squishy sound. As troubling as it might be, it’s a relief to your suffering hole, even though it feels like you just sat on a mushroom statue. Shooter doesn’t give you much time to enjoy it though, as he continues to thrust inside of you. Gasping, your mouth falls open but produces no sound, as the unrelenting column of flesh penetrates you completely. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Yeaaaaahhhhhhhh”''@@ Shooter sighs in satisfaction, relishing in the pleasure of opening up your ass, savoring every tight, wet, inch of it. Just before completely bottoming out inside of you, he gives the final length of his shaft a powerful thrust. You cry out, moaning alongside a loud squishing sound, as his thick cock completely fills up your tight ass, forcing some of the lube to squirt out onto his balls. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Holy Mackerel!”''@@ he exclaims, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“This is some Class-A, top rate fairy-fanny you’ve got here, it’s a goldmine, Kid! A GOLDMINE!”''@@. You’re too overwhelmed to respond, feeling quite like a mackerel yourself, spitted on a kebab knife made out of a log. Before you get a chance to process the sensation, Shooter begins to slowly pull out. Although relieving, the reversed motion feels like you’re taking a huge dump, and you fear that’s exactly what might happen. The head of his cock is particularly broad, and you feel painfully stretched again when it squeezes out of your sphincter with a tupperware burp. ''“UNNHH”'' you grunt, as Shooter smacks you firmly on the butt, possessively grabbing one of your cheeks and spreading it open with his thumb. A little too eagerly, he thrusts into you again, delighting in the way his swollen bulb pops into your taut hole. Mewing helplessly, you’re taken deeply again, all the way to the root, tickling a sensitive spot in the depths of your colon just before he starts to thrust in earnest. Without warning you’re pushed over the edge, squirting uncontrollably with a reluctant cry of delight, ''“OHHHhhhhhh!”''. The sensation is too much to abate, and you nearly collapse to the ground in a fit of shivering ecstasy. He catches you though, securing an arm around your neck to keep you upright, aligned in the perfect position to resume his assault. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/shooteranal2.gif" width="418" height="360"></center> @@color:lightsteelblue;''“You got it, Kid! Keep it up!”''@@ Shooter cheers, thumping into your butt like a rutting beast. You can’t comprehend why he’s encouraging you onward, as if you have any control of the situation, when all you can realistically do is moan as he forcibly violates your asshole. The whole act couldn’t take longer than three minutes, but it’s the longest three minutes of your life. It feels like a round of boxing, but without actually fighting back. Instead, he just hammers your prostate like a punching bag, forcing globs of jism to burst from your cock with every blow. ''“Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh”'' you moan, intermittently due to his thrusts, gasping for breath as he rearranges your insides. The shlocking sound of your yielding cocksleeve, and the wet clapping of his pelvis beating against your ass, resounds through the dark alleyway. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Here it comes, Kid!”''@@ Shooter gasps, losing some of his precision to excitement, making his thrusts a bit rougher, a bit wilder. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Here it COMES!”''@@ he warns again through clenched teeth, just as you feel his shaft suddenly grow stiffer and firmer in your soft tissue. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Here it CO- OHHHHHHHHHH!”''@@ he moans, slamming his cock home with the fury of the gods, squishing lewdly around your sloppy hole. A deluge of ejaculate swells deep inside of you, thick and searing hot, served up fresh from the furnace of his balls. You recall feeling it rumble through his shaft when you jerked him off, and the thick viscosity of it shooting into your mouth - but this time it was different. The glutinous substance is blasted up your ass with the hydraulic pressure of a firehose. A strange fullness makes your stomach flutter, though you don’t have much time to contemplate the sensation. Shooter draws his cock back to the head, and ferociously pistons it back into you with savage lust. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!”''@@ He screams in pleasure, as a glut of semen is displaced from your hole with a sputtering, farting sound. A second injection of gelatin fills you back up to near bursting, as his sausage flexes inside of you, his balls lurching against your compacted ass. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“HAH! What a GAS! You’re a real ducky shin-cracker, Kid! You follow me?”''@@ Shooter chuckles, slowly retracting his softening appendage, his full load spent. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/shootercreampie.gif" width="310" height="174"></center> Your mouth hangs open in a wordless gasp, perhaps as wide as your distended asshole, or perhaps not. Coming loose from his grip, you nearly collapse, falling to the dirty floor on your hands and knees. His cum immediately begins to flow from your colon, and you squat embarrassingly shitting out his load. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Whatever you think, you did great, Kid! You got a big future in this business, a BIG future!”''@@ Shooter assures you with a pat on the shoulder while hiding away his package. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Here, give me a ring sometime”''@@ he explains, handing you a folded up piece of paper. You’re too overcome to reach for it, or even meet his gaze, so he drops it on the ground in front of you, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“If you stick with me, we’ll go RIGHT TO THE TOP!”''@@. That said, Shooter comes out from behind the dumpster, heading back into the building. The uncomfortable pressure in your gut subsides when you’ve expelled enough of his gluey discharge. A feeling of emptiness follows, even though you can feel a distinct clump of his semen, packed tightly into your ass. Weakly, you gasp for breath, after being so thoroughly fucked, and anally inseminated. The other, much smaller, puddle directly below your cock bears the stark evidence of your undeniable enjoyment. Ashamedly, you loved being filled up with his meat, still ruminating in the afterglow of having him seed you like a bitch in heat. Allowing for a few minutes of recovery, you cover your shame and pick up the object that Shooter left behind. It’s a folded up sheet of lined paper, containing nothing but a phone number hastily scrawled on the top left corner. Pocketing the note, you try to compose yourself, hoping that your walk isn’t too badly affected by your recent romp as you stride back into the building. <<set $shooter += 1>>\ <<if $masc > 0>>\ <<set $masc -= 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity -5">> <</if>>\ <<set $sub += 5>>\ <<print "Submission +5">> <<set $money += 200>>\ <<print "Money +200">> <<set $high += 50>>\ <<print "Intoxication +50">> [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Coke Day four : Shooter Accept 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/poolhallalley.jpeg" width="413" height="275"></center> Breaking away from Shooter, you yank your pants back up and fasten your belt. Without another word, you step away from the man, moving quickly to the rear entrance of the pool hall. While he makes no move to stop you, Shooter calls out behind you, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“You’re gonna regret this, Kid! What chance do you have to make it without me!? You’re nothing but a loser, Kid! A LOSER I tells ya!”''@@. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/shooterstare.jpg" width="640" height="360"></center> His voice is drowned out by the sounds of the room when the door shuts behind you. Moving directly to the bathroom, you covertly mop up the lubricant coating your asshole with toilet paper before it makes a big wet patch on the seat of your pants. Washing your face in the sink, you push the humiliation of this act to the back of your mind, and prepare to rejoin the crowd. Moving directly toward the bathroom, you can’t help but notice the commotion in the pool hall. It seems the newcomer has created quite a bit of action around the tables, captivating the entire room with what must be some seriously high stakes action. The thought crosses your mind that you might like to try your luck against him, because you could sure use the money. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/poolhallwashroom.jpg" width="550" height="367"></center> Washing your face with cold water, you rinse off your hands, drying them thoroughly. Feeling a little more confident, you consider snorting some coke before you head back out there, just as a little pick-me-up. It might be advantageous if you do decide to test your skills at the pool table. [[No coke|Week 2 : After School : Coke Day four : Fatboy No Coke]] [[Use coke|Week 2 : After School : Coke Day four : Fatboy Use Coke]] [[Call it a night|Week 2 : After School : Coke Day four : Call it a night]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/poolhallinterior.jpg" width="500" height="375"></center> Deciding to try your luck with a clear head, you splash some water on your face and head back into the main area. The crowd is tightly packed around a centrally located table, but with a little effort, you’re able to squeeze through for a better view of the action. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/fatboysmoke.jpg" width="640" height="360"></center> Finally getting a closer look at the stranger, there’s no question that he’s a seasoned pool shark. Clothed in what must be a custom tailored suit, he sports a red carnation on his lapel, casually smoking a cigarette. The look of confidence in his eyes is mingled with an amused curiosity, and you quickly identify his target. His opponent is hooked, the cue ball completely blocked with no direct path the the black ball. Jammed up against the rail, he has little room to operate, and a bank shot is out of the question as well. His only chance of making contact with the black ball is a double bank shot, and even then, there’s no way for him to sink it. Sweat begins to bead up on his forehead, knowing that if he misses the shot, it’s considered a scratch, costing him the entire game - and his money. Now you understand the look on the fat man’s face, and you shake your head, realizing that his opponent is in a nearly hopeless situation. With a deep breath, he takes the shot, powerfully striking the cue ball in hopes of eliminating any potential drag or drift applied by the felt. Unfortunately, he slightly kisses the hook ball before making contact with the black, eliminating him from the match. Visibly shaking with rage, the man is lead away by a trio of his friends, consoling him with pats on the back and a drink for each fist. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Fatboy! Fatboy! Fatboy!”''@@ the crowd chants, praising the rotund gentleman, but he doesn’t seem affected, as if he’s not surprised by the result. Immediately, you see money changing hands in the crowd, and you can understand why. This guy is obviously a ringer, solicited by the house to draw in the whales, spurring the side-bets and ultimately the amount of drinking. ''“Yo! I got next!”'' you announce, before anyone else can take your spot. Having spoken rather quickly, you begin to notice that there weren’t any other takers. Although you witnessed the losing shot, you didn’t actually get a chance to watch the fat man shoot. The thought is a bit latent, and you don’t get the opportunity to change your mind. @@color:brown;''“Eight-ball, a hundred a ball”''@@ he recites with practiced efficiency, @@color:brown;''“You break”''@@. Without waiting for you to answer, he counts out eight hundred dollar bills, laying them down on the table for you to match. Staring at the bills, you’re frozen on the spot, trying to amass a final few seconds of thought before you’re fully committed. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Alright Special!”''@@ comes a cheer, and then another @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Yeaaaah! Post up Spesh!”''@@. Pretty soon the whole crowd is behind you, and before you can even contemplate backing out, you’re laying bills on the table. [[Next|Week 2 : After School : Coke Day four : Fatboy No Coke 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/poolhallwashroom.jpg" width="550" height="367"></center> Moving directly toward the bathroom, you can’t help but notice the commotion in the pool hall. It seems the newcomer has created quite a bit of action around the tables, captivating the entire room with what must be some seriously high stakes action. The thought crosses your mind that you might like to try your luck against him, because you could sure use the money. First things first, you enter the Men’s room and lock yourself into one of the stalls. Plopping down onto the toilet, you discharge another few spurts of Shooter’s baby batter, noticing that it has loosened in your bowels from your short trek to the shitter. Making good use of the available toilet paper, you wipe up as best you can, washing your hands thoroughly afterwards. Feeling a little more confident, you consider snorting some coke before you head back out there, just as a little pick-me-up. It might be advantageous if you do decide to test your skills at the pool table. [[No coke|Week 2 : After School : Coke Day four : Fatboy No Coke]] [[Use coke|Week 2 : After School : Coke Day four : Fatboy Use Coke]] [[Call it a night|Week 2 : After School : Coke Day four : Call it a night]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/poolhallinterior.jpg" width="500" height="375"></center> Everyone looks on as you tightly rack the balls on the table, but it seems more like they’ve come to watch a beheading than a pool game. Their greed could easily double for bloodlust, the way the crowd comes alive with activity as you address the ball. Taking over a dozen backstrokes, concentrating on the ball, and focusing on maximum power, you finally connect sharply with the cue ball. The rack shatters dramatically, sending balls every which way, crashing off the banks and each other. When they come to rest, you’re shocked to see that even though there’s a good spread, you only managed to sink one ball - the cue ball. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“OHHHHH!! AAAAAHHHH!!”''@@ comes a mix of cheers and groans from the crowd, signaling a scratch and the end of your turn. With downcast eyes, you stalk away, and Fatboy takes over, gaining ball in hand advantage. Unenthusiastically, he steps forward, absently applying chalk to his stick and taking a lap around the table. At the same time, someone drops a coin in the jukebox and a song begins to play. [["Fat Boy" by Max-A-Million|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17ncjryCCss]] For a moment, you see a smile appear on the man’s face, as he places the cue ball on a spot behind the line. What happens next is truly heartbreaking, or more apt in your case, bank-breaking. The man pockets the first ball with a beautiful touch on the ball, demonstrating a professional level of control. Perfectly set up for the next ball, he repeats the feat again, and again, striking without fail. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/fatboyshot.gif" width="420" height="179"></center> What’s perhaps more unnerving, is the way he moves around the table from shot to shot. With impeccable ease, he glides around from one shot to the next as gracefully as a cat, which is impressive for a man his size. Methodically, he begins to clean the table with the consistency of a machine, and the poise of a prima ballerina. At one point, he even does a little shimmy, getting into the groove of the song, and playing up to the crowd. It’s incredibly irritating, particularly with so much money on the line, and how easy he is making this look. “Oh shit! You see that shot!??” a drunk guy cackles, bumping into you and throwing a lazy arm over your shoulder. Angrily, you shove him back, but he’s too drunk to understand your plight, so he just laughs and staggers away. <center><video width="640" height="269" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/fatboyshot2.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ Traversing the table, working the banks and weaving around your balls, Fatboy only needs to sink the eight ball to shut you out completely and win the game. Tapping on the side pocket, he cocks the back end of his cue up high for added flair, powerfully smacking the eight ball into the pocket with authority, and bringing the cue ball to a dead stop. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/fatboywin.jpg" width="617" height="347"></center> Dumbfounded, you can only stare in disbelief as he sweeps up your funds, with the crowd going wild all around you. A sinking feeling makes you want to empty your stomach all over the table, but you gulp down hard and turn away. Every step away from the table is a struggle, and without anyone patting you on the back, you retreat from the scene. Jumping into your car, you examine the note from Shooter again, adjusting your position on the seat. Thanks to your horrible decision tonight, you might have to make use of this number sooner than you thought. Cursing your luck, you drive home angry, beating your fist against the wheel. The pain subsides when you drift off into the infinity of sleep, warm and safe in your own bed. <<set $poolhall += 1>>\ <<set $money -= 800>>\ <<print "Money -800">> [[Go Home|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]]

Incomplete <<set $poolhall += 1>>\ [[Go Home|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/fatboywin.jpg" width="617" height="347"></center> You’ve been through enough for one night, and you’d rather not risk your hard-earned money. The more you think about it, the better this decision sounds, considering that this dude is clearly a hustler. Walking to the rear exit, you take a final look back and your concerns are confirmed when you see the rotund man raise his arms into the air, signifying what it likely another victory over some local chump. Jumping into your car, you examine the note from Shooter again, adjusting your position on the seat. You’ve already learned one painful lesson tonight, and it’s best to pack it in while you’re still ahead of the game. The very thought is comforting enough to carry you all the way home, tucked in, safe and sound in your bed. <<set $poolhall += 1>>\ [[Go Home|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/telephone.jpg" width="400" height="253"></center> You pick up the phone on the second ring, ''“Hello?”''. @@color:green;''“WAAAAZZAAAAAAAAAAAP!”''@@ Sam greets, sounding overly excited. ''“That shit is so played out, man”'' you grudgingly reply. @@color:green;''“Whatchu got on my forty, homie?”''@@ he quips. ''“Nuuuutin, what you saying, man?”'' you inquire. @@color:green;''“Yo, check it... This jam tonight is gonna be off the hook, son!”''@@ he begins. ''“Word??”'' you ask, with a markedly increased level of curiosity. @@color:green;''“Hell yeah! It’s gonna be all kinds of tits, hips, asses and thighs... fucken… dicks, balls…”''@@ he lists. ''“Woah! Calm down, man… Cool your tool…”'' you warn. @@color:green;''“Look, shit's gonna be jumpin’… It’s 1634 Racine, so bring your narrow ass, unless you’d rather stay home and wrestle the bald-headed champ”''@@ he jests. ''“Fuck you, dog…”'' you instantly reply, ''“What’s that address? it doesn’t sound familiar… It’s a house jam?”''. @@color:green;''“Nah, it’s a rave at this warehouse downtown”''@@ Sam explains, @@color:green;''“Just opened up on the low-low, but everyone’s gonna be there”''@@. ''“That shit makes no sense… If it’s low-key, how the fuck does everyone know about it?”'' you retort. He kisses his teeth at your observation, @@color:green;''“Yo, whatever, dog… You can stay home and choke the chicken, you fucking jizz rancher… I’m gonna be getting my SWERVE on”''@@. You roll your eyes at his continued jeering, @@color:green;''“Bitches all up on my jock, like… UHH! UHHH! Oh Sam, your dick is SO BIG! UHHHH-UHHH-UHHHH!”''@@. Pulling the phone away from your ear, you cringe at this pitiful display of bravado, and briefly consider why you’re even friends with people like this. Raising the phone back up to your ear, you attempt to set him straight, but are immediately assaulted by a tirade of disgusting sounds, @@color:green;''“UUUUUNNNGHH GAK-GAK-GAK-GAK”''@@. ''“Fucking pervert!”'' you shout, slamming the phone down hard. As obnoxious as Sam can be, you hate to admit it, but your lips curled into a wry smile at his antics. After bumming around for a few minutes, you realize that you have nothing better to do, so you might as well check out this rave scene. Taking your sweet time, you primp and prime yourself for an exciting evening out. <<set $counterfeit = 0>> [[Next|Week 2 Party Furio]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/coventrybasement.jpg" width="614" height="410"></center> You allow the girl to lead you toward the other end of the building, opposite the bathrooms. With a final backward glance at Eve, you can see the sinister grin reappear on her face, making her seem oddly content about the arrangement. As you’re being led through the crowd, you get quite a few knowing looks, smiles and giggles. It seems like everyone knows what’s about to happen, they all know you’re gonna fuck this little slut. Moving methodically, you can’t help but notice her prominent butt as she shimmies in front of you. Unable to resist, you reach out to grab a handful of it, making Mada jump in surprise, giving you a nervous backward glance. The prodding produces a few giggles from people around you, and spurs the girl on to the back of the club. Passing through a door, the sound of the music is drastically decreased, to the point that you think they’ve soundproofed this area. The renovated hallways crisscross with numbered doors spanning out in every direction, looking much newer and cleaner than the rest of the building. You imagine that all kinds of lewd sex acts and illicit drug use are taking place behind these doors. Mada leads you to the left, entering a room about halfway down the hall. The room itself is almost bare, consisting of nothing but a bed and a few chairs encircling a small coffee table with a hookah on top. Stopping in the middle of the room, Mada turns to look at you tentatively, either unsure of how to proceed, or waiting for you to make the first move. ''“You ever suck cock before, slut?”'' you ask, making it very clear what your intentions are here, and how you intend to treat her. The words seem to leave her stunned, and all she does is drop her eyes down to ogle your bulge. Wasting no time, you begin to unbuckle your pants, prompting her to shyly remove her top. Fully disrobed, you step forward, taking her by the shoulders and slowly, but firmly, you force her to her knees. Kneeling before you, nearly prostrate, she dumbly stares at the tip of your cock. She looks hypnotized by it, and you can sense the waves of submission washing over her. Slumping her shoulders, she swoons, expelling a high-pitched breath as her mouth falls open. Seizing the opportunity, you place a hand behind her head and coax her forward. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/madasuck1.gif" width="399" height="224"></center> She’s nearly able to take your entire length, but it’s stopped by the entrance to her throat. Testing her limits, you push right through, and she skillfully envelops your whole cock, butting her chin up against your balls. ''“Ahhhhh..”'' you sigh contentedly, happy to have your cock lodged in the warm, constrictive tissues of her face-pussy. She never resists you for a second, allowing you to occupy her hole as long as you see fit. When you finally withdraw, she is quickly able to receive you again, taking a deep breath in the interim. Filling the slot in her head feels more akin to using some kind of sex doll than a human being. An object, devoid of life, existing for nothing more than the pleasure of others. ''“Look in my eyes when you suck my dick, slut”'' you instruct, feeling cheated by the experience. When she meets your gaze, you can see the living, breathing girl behind those dull, doe eyes. There’s something so much more satisfying in making this connection, as her submission directly fuels your arousal, and you begin to thrust. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/madasuck2.gif" width="480" height="360"></center> In and out, you casually dunk your cock into her hungry mouth, savoring every one of her thirsty slurps. Mada intensifies her oral attention, twisting her head around to swirl her tongue around your throbbing bulb. The passion in her movements has an even greater effect than her alluring visage, stimulating you right to the edge of orgasm. [[Finish in her mouth|Week 2 : Coventry : Basement : Accept her hand : Finish in her mouth]] [[Fuck her|Week 2 : Coventry : Basement : Accept her hand : Fuck her]]

''“Urrrgghhh”'' you grunt, taking a hold of her head and repeatedly thrusting right into her throat. The flesh is unyielding, but you deliberately force your way in, rewarded by a mild gag every time you bottom out. @@color:violet;''“Gak! Gak! GoK! Glork”''@@ she chokes and sputters around your force feeding assault. Her hands reach up to brace against your thighs, but she doesn’t dare push you away or try to restrict your movements. Still, even the slightest hint of resistance drives you wild, thrusting harder to completely overpower her. ''“Yeahh!”'' you grunt, reveling in her complete and total surrender. ''“YEAAAAAH!”'' you roar, grabbing her tightly by the hair and pulling her off your cock with a sloppy pop. ''“Stick your tongue out!”'' you order, violently jerking your cock in front of her face. <center><video width="512" height="384" autoplay loop muted> <source src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/madacum1.mp4" type="video/mp4"> Your browser does not support the video tag. </video></center>\ She diligently obeys, releasing your things and placing both hands behind her back, giving you full control of her head. ''“AHH FUCK!”'' you curse as the first blast of cum is fired out of your cock. Completely missing her mouth, it connects with her fake, goth-girl eyelash extension. The weighty, viscous goo is sufficient to lower her lid, until another volley plasters her entire eye shut. ''“UHHHHHH”'' you groan, as even more salty gelatin is pumped out of your balls, laying waste to her meticulously applied makeup. She tries to hold still, but every shot elicits a slight jerk of her head, as if she were receiving blows of increasing force. @@color:violet;''“Mmm! Mmmmmmmm”''@@ she moans when a few errant streams land on her tongue, and she eagerly gobbles them down. By the time you’re spent, she’s panting harder than you are, squinting behind one half-lidded eye. Her face is streaked with globs of semen slowly running down to drip from her chin, digging furrows through her thick makeup. It looks like a slug farm migrating south over the edge of a cliff. ''“Damn, girl…”'' you sigh, squeezing the last few drops from the tip of your cock, ''“You look like your face is melting off, haha!”''. The jibe reddens her right up to the tips of her ears, making this all the more sweet. Her humiliation delights you, and the worse she looks, the better you feel about your performance. ''“So did I pass the test?”'' you ask while zipping up your pants, barely interested in her reply. Instead of answering, she scrubs her face clean on the bed sheets before throwing you an exasperated glare. Clearly, you have more then met expectations, so much so, that she is no longer fit to be seen in public. ''“Hehe”'' you chuckle, ''“I’m starting to like this place, and maybe next time I’ll fuck you cross-eyed”''. The look in her eyes softens, and Mada even seems a little frightened by the prospect. Her reaction pleases you, and a little twinge in your spent cock confirms that you intend to make good on that promise, sooner rather than later. [[Next|Week 2 : Coventry : Basement : Accept her hand : Finish in her mouth : Next]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/coventrybasement.jpg" width="614" height="410"></center> Leaving the soiled girl behind, you head back into the club, immediately assaulted by the acrid smell and booming sound system. Many of the faces in the crowd peer at you, smiling and whispering to each other in a way that makes you feel uncomfortable. It feels like they’re mocking you, conspiring against you in some way, probably just because you’re an outsider. When you get back to Eve, Sam is there too, one of his arms encircling her waist. ''“Yo, Man!”'' you call out, ''“Where the fuck you been?”''. Even though he is well poised, there’s a slightly strange expression on his face that you can’t quite place. Eve pipes up to answer in his stead, @@color:skyblue;''“He’s been taking in the sights…”''@@ she begins, resting her head on his shoulder before adding, @@color:skyblue;''“And sampling some of the local delicacies…”''@@. The cryptic response doesn’t sit well with you, and you become even more suspicious when Sam begins to nervously shuffle his feet. @@color:skyblue;''“So, did you pass the test, Dolly?”''@@ she asks, peering at you with a quizzical expression. ''“I dunno, but you can ask your friend when she gets back from finishing her dinner”'' you quip, rather proud of your performance, and confident that you’ve exceeded her expectations. Eve seems to study your eyes, as if trying to see if there’s something you’re concealing. Whatever she might be thinking, she wears a strange grin on one side of her mouth, seeming both mocking and evil in nature. @@color:skyblue;''“Did you… Enjoy your time with her, then?”''@@ she asks, eagerly studying your every reaction. When you shrug and idly nod your head, she’s absolutely tickled pink, @@color:skyblue;''“REALLY!? Hahaha… I thought you might…”''@@. For a moment, she just stares at you, calculating the recent development in her head, and undoubtedly concocting some kind of manipulative scheme. @@color:skyblue;''“Your friend here,”''@@ she motions to Sam, @@color:skyblue;''“He’s got potential, but I wasn’t exactly thrilled with his performance”''@@. Sam looks a bit disappointed by her appraisal, and even a little embarrassed. @@color:skyblue;''“You’re a little more interesting, Dolly, and if you boys decide to come back, I’ll think about giving you another chance to impress me”''@@ she declares. There’s a finality to her tone, and also the implication that she is still in full control of the situation, judging you at a whim. ''“Yeah, maybe…”'' you quickly reply, hoping to deflate some of her conceit, and perhaps some of her confidence along with it, ''“If I don’t have anything better to do…”''. @@color:green;''“No doubt”''@@ Sam quickly adds, going along with your power play, @@color:green;''“We’ll see if we can check you girls a next time, cool?”''@@. He hesitates for a second, but Eve only raises an irritated eyebrow in response. @@color:green;''“Cool, cool…”''@@ Sam confirms, if only to himself in an attempt to save face. On your way out of the club, both of you receive some strange looks, but you chalk it up to your attire. Breaking out into the parking lot, you head for your car, ''“Damn, son… That bitch Mada sucks a mean dick, haha”''. @@color:green;''“Oh word?”''@@ Sam responds, sounding pleased to hear that you scored, but a little guarded. ''“How about you man?”'' you ask, ''“Did you stuff that little vampire bitch’s blood sucker?”''. @@color:green;''“Yeahhhh, hehehe, you know me...”''@@ he automatically replies, though for some reason you don’t believe him. Normally, he would be the first one to brag, giving you the blow-by-blow In full detail. Starting up the car, you peer at him from the corner of your eye, and he looks visibly agitated by the conversation. Giving him the benefit of the doubt, you drop him off and drive back home in thoughtful silence. <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <</if>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 5>>\ <<print "Dominance +5">> [[Go to sleep|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]]

Worked into a frenzy, you lift the girl to her feet, yanking her up by the hair. The surprise in her face turns to terror when you grab her by the face, smooshing up her cheeks and lips, only to push her backward onto the bed. @@color:violet;''“No! Wait!!”''@@ she pleads, flipping over on all fours to desperately crawl away across the bed. Seizing her by the ankle, you effortlessly drag Mada backwards, leaving her bent over the edge of the bed. Pressing down firmly on her lower back, you effective pin her in place, reaching up under her skirt to get a hold of her panties. @@color:violet;''“Pleeeeease!!”''@@ she cries, and the suffering in her tone makes your cock swell and throb. ''“Arrgghh!”'' with a hoarse growl, you tear off her flimsy undergarment, making the girl squeal in despair. Taking your weapon in hand, you squat down to take careful aim, right before you mount the slut. The head of your cock pokes against her butthole before you adjust it lower, right into her- <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/madaass.gif" width="400" height="195"></center> -balls… The mere sight of it paralyzes you on the spot, staring dumbfounded at her hairless, girly testes. You don’t know what to think, realizing the ‘she’ is a ‘he’. It immediately strikes you that this is incredibly gay, right on the precipice of fucking a man in the ass. The momentary indecision is settled by your cock, that involuntarily flexes at the thought. The way Mada wiggles around, trying to escape, only entices you further. Your cock stands rigid as a pole, still well primed and slickened by this girly-boy’s mouth. If it is gay, you’ve already come too far, and if you’ve done the time, you might as well commit the crime. Experimentally poking against her pucker, you’re able to disconnect again, not thinking of her as a boy, a girl, or even a human being… but a fuck doll. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/madapenetration.gif" width="250" height="248"></center> @@color:violet;''“Aaaayeeeee”''@@ she squeals, as the tapered head of your stiff dick sinks halfway into her hole. It’s so tight, and your gland swells broader at the sensation, making the entry a little more difficult. With a grunt, you bear down harder, forcing her asshole open with authority. @@color:violet;''“Huurgh”''@@ she groans, arching her back as her sphincter clenches around the ridge of your head. A fiery wave of passion overcomes you, grabbing Mada’s ass with both hands to spread her open. Climbing halfway onto the bed, you crudely work the rest of your shaft into her hole, and she takes it rather easily. In beginning to thrust, it’s pretty clear that she’s done this before, swallowing up your cock with very little resistance. Her lack of response is almost an insult to your virility, and it spurs you to anger. Cursing through clenched teeth, you furiously hammer into her butt, ''“…fucking… BITCH!”''. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/madaanal.gif" width="450" height="329"></center> @@color:violet;''“Oh god!”''@@ she gasps as you pound into her hole with long, deliberate strokes. @@color:violet;''“EEE! EEE! EEE!”''@@ she emits a girly squeak every time you fully bottom out in her anal cavity. Her insides grip at you for a split second when you’re buried deep in her guts. Your pelvis slaps against her bare ass with every thrust, echoed immediately thereafter by the slap of your sack against her… balls. ''//-Her- balls?//'' you think, suddenly feeling weird about this whole thing, and the intensity of your thrusting wanes. The thought that you’re fucking a guy in the ass causes your cock to slightly deflate, casting a gloom over the entire experience. At that moment, Mada begins to push back against you, increasing the impact of your penetration. @@color:violet;''“Mmmm-yeahhhhh”''@@ she moans in delight, begging for your cock in a tiny feminine voice, @@color:violet;''“Fuck meeee… Fuck meeeeeeeee”''@@. Falling into the rhythm, your concerns are dashed, suddenly feeling an urgent twinge in your cock. @@color:violet;''“Oh fuck!”''@@ she gasps, feeling your cock stiffen up inside of her. @@color:violet;''“uh-uh-uh-UH-UH”''@@ she whimpers, straightening up to drape an arm around your head from behind. Her back presses against your chest, and your fingers wrap around her slim torso. With your head hanging over her shoulder, you can smell her sweet perfume, see the dopey look in her eyes, and almost taste her pouting, painted lips. Drunk on the sensation of having your cock pistoning in and out of her ass, Mada wearily tips her chin up towards you, her quivering lips parting in a silent cry. It’s a dizzying feeling, and you lean in, eager to taste her plump, luscious lips. Just before contact, Mada’s eyes bulge and she throws her head back, clamping down on your cock with an exhausted wail, @@color:violet;''“UUUUUUUUHHHH!”''@@. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/madaanalcum.gif" width="400" height="288"></center> She wildly rides your dick, violently milking you with her hole and shuddering in your arms. You’re rapidly nearing climax, until you notice Mada’s little cock bouncing around, spraying all over like a loose fire hose. ''“Oh fuck!”'' you curse, trying to prevent yourself from cumming to that image, but failing spectacularly. ''“AAAAHHHHHHRRGHHH”'' you growl, lurching forward to hilt yourself into his ass. It’s impossible to resist, and your balls explode, forcing a hot, thick glob of semen to shoot through the length of your shaft. You unload it into his deepest depths, filling his colon with your dense, salty discharge. Pulling halfway out, another blast is forced out of your balls, and you thrust back in, packing the viscous gelatin tightly into his shithole with an audible squish. Falling numb for an instant, you lay on top of him, allowing your balls to fully drain. Huffing and puffing, you slowly begin to regain your composure, as your cock softens, falling out of his well used orifice. All at once, you begin to feel very uncomfortable, with the very contact of his flesh making your skin crawl. Hastily, you separate yourself from your recent sexual conquest, pausing to awkwardly examine your work. Mada’s face is buried in the pillow, panting with exhaustion, while his ass is still propped up in the air by his bent knees. Unfortunately, you have a clear look at his small, but decidedly male sexual organs. The tip of his tiny prick still drips with satisfaction, while just above it, that source of satisfaction gapes open, mocking you. Just the sight of it angers you, at being tricked into this whole thing, and then trapped in the heat of the moment. ''//I’m not fucking gay//'' you think to yourself, rationalizing the experience in a way that best protects your ego,''//HE’s the one who’s gay//''. You can’t believe that this happened, and how easily you were fooled. It’s just some scrawny-ass, goth, fag who likes to wear makeup and put on lipstick - just like all the rest of them. Considering the other option, in the bathroom stall, you definitely made the right choice. And why not? This little bitch knelt down and sucked your cock like a cum-hungry whore, then you bent him over and dominated him up the ass - just like he deserved. ''“Pfft… fucking faggot…”'' you mutter, wiping your cock off on the sheets before heading for the door, feeling a lot better about the situation. [[Next|Week 2 : Coventry : Basement : Accept her hand : Fuck her : Next]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/coventrybasement.jpg" width="614" height="410"></center> Leaving the ravaged boy behind, you head back into the club, immediately assaulted by the acrid smell and booming sound system. Many of the faces in the crowd peer at you, smiling and whispering to each other in a way that makes you feel uncomfortable. It feels like they’re mocking you, conspiring against you in some way, probably just because you’re an outsider. One of the more heavily built dudes meets your gaze for a little longer than you would like. Stopping in your tracks, you fume, staring daggers at him, until he casually turns his head back to his group of friends. //''Fucking goth fag''// you think, almost disappointed that he didn’t try to say something to you. You wish he did, you would have grabbed him by his long, girly hair and slapped the shit out of him. Shit, maybe even bend him over right here, in front of all his other lipsticked butt-buddies. When you get back to Eve, Sam is there too, one of his arms encircling her waist. ''“Yo, Man!”'' you call out, ''“Where the fuck you been?”''. Even though he is well poised, there’s a slightly strange expression on his face that you can’t quite place. Eve pipes up to answer in his stead, @@color:skyblue;''“He’s been taking in the sights…”''@@ she begins, resting her head on his shoulder before adding, @@color:skyblue;''“And sampling some of the local delicacies…”''@@. The cryptic response doesn’t sit well with you, and you become even more suspicious when Sam begins to nervously shuffle his feet. @@color:skyblue;''“So, did you pass the test, Dolly?”''@@ she asks, peering at you with a quizzical expression. There’s no sense in trying to conceal what happened, but your reply is more than a little bitter ''“I dunno, but you can ask your friend when SHE is able to walk again”''. Eve seems to study your eyes, as if trying to see if there’s something you’re concealing. Whatever she might be thinking, she wears a strange grin on one side of her mouth, seeming both mocking and evil in nature. @@color:skyblue;''“Did you… Enjoy your time with HER, then?”''@@ she asks, eagerly studying your every reaction. When you shrug, seeming unimpressed and non-committal, she looks even more interested in you, @@color:skyblue;''“I see… You’re a curious one…”''@@. For a moment, she just stares at you, calculating the recent development in her head, and undoubtedly concocting some kind of manipulative scheme. @@color:skyblue;''“Your friend here,”''@@ she motions to Sam, @@color:skyblue;''“He’s got potential, but I wasn’t exactly thrilled by his performance”''@@. Sam looks a bit disappointed by her appraisal, and even a little embarrassed. @@color:skyblue;''“You’re a little more interesting, Dolly, and if you boys decide to come back, I’ll think about giving you another chance to impress me”''@@ she declares. There’s a finality to her tone, and also the implication that she is still in full control of the situation, judging you at a whim. ''“Yeah, maybe…”'' you quickly reply, hoping to deflate some of her conceit, and perhaps some of her confidence along with it, ''“If I don’t have anything better to do…”''. @@color:green;''“No doubt”''@@ Sam quickly adds, going along with your power play, @@color:green;''“We’ll see if we can check you girls a next time, cool?”''@@. He hesitates for a second, but Eve only raises an irritated eyebrow in response. @@color:green;''“Cool, cool…”''@@ Sam confirms, if only to himself in an attempt to save face. On your way out of the club, the both of you receive some strange looks, and you have a pretty good idea why. Breaking out into the parking lot, you head for your car, ''“How about it, man?”'' you ask, ''“Did you stuff that little vampire bitch’s blood sucker?”''. @@color:green;''“Yeahhhh, hehehe, you know me...”''@@ he automatically replies, though for some reason you don’t believe him. Normally, he would be the first one to brag, giving you the blow-by-blow In full detail. Starting up the car, you peer at him from the corner of your eye, and he looks visibly agitated by the conversation. Equally unwilling to discuss the details of the evening yourself, you drop him off and drive back home in thoughtful silence. <<if $masc < 95>>\ <<set $masc = $masc + 10>>\ <<print "Masculinity +10">> <</if>>\ <<set $dom = $dom + 10>>\ <<print "Dominance +10">> [[Go to sleep|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/coventrybasement.jpg" width="614" height="410"></center> Ignoring Mada’s hand, you lean in closer to Eve, almost nose-to-nose, ''“Why don’t you test me yourself?”''. Eve seems surprised by your imposed proximity, but she doesn’t back away either. There’s a slight break in her confident gaze, and you detect something else, ''“Hahaha, do I frighten you vampire girl?”''. @@color:skyblue;''“Pffft!”''@@ she snorts, regaining her previous aura of confidence, @@color:skyblue;''“You couldn’t frighten a mouse, Dolly. It’s simply against the rules…”''@@. ''“The rules?”'' you repeat, amused by the mere suggestion, ''“Fuck the rules…”''. Though displeased, you can tell that somewhere, deep down, she appreciates your rebellious disposition. Within a few seconds, you can see the wheels turning in her head, as if considering - or plotting. @@color:skyblue;''“You’ve got some balls, little sheep…”''@@ she muses. @@color:skyblue;''“On second thought, maybe there IS another way to gauge your prowess”''@@. Slowly turning her head, she regards Mada, nodding her head toward the bathrooms. The other girl seems to take her point, nodding in assent and walking in that direction. @@color:skyblue;''“Right this way, Dolly”''@@ Eve coyly invites, leading you in the other direction. You don’t hesitate to follow, though you’re not sure if it’s because of her instruction, or the way her ass looks from this angle. Either way, you trail behind her, exhilarated by the prospect. As you’re being led through the crowd, you get quite a few glares and suspicious looks. Passing through a door, the sound of the music is drastically decreased, to the point that you think they’ve soundproofed this area. The renovated hallways crisscross with numbered doors spanning out in every direction, looking much newer and cleaner than the rest of the building. You imagine that all kinds of lewd sex acts and illicit drug use are taking place behind these doors. Eve leads you to the left, entering a room about halfway down the hall. The room itself is almost bare, consisting of nothing but a bed and a few chairs encircling a small coffee table with a hookah on top. Moving nearer to the bed, Eve slowly begins to disrobe, @@color:skyblue;''“Don’t wimp out now, Dolly”''@@ she grins. That’s the last thing you would do, whipping off your top and kicking off your shoes. Within seconds your boxers are coming down, and you’re taking a hold of your cock, wakening it with the stroke of your thumb. Eve removes her bra, revealing a set of cute, peach sized breasts, and left standing in nothing but a pair of lacy panties, and an intricate collection of body tattoos. The shape of her curves, accentuated by the carefully placed ink and makeup, makes the girl look like a piece of living art. She stands imperiously before you, placing a hand on her hip and one leg slightly forward, @@color:skyblue;''“Now get down on your knees, and prepare to be judged”''@@. The presence she exudes instantly stiffens your pole, captivating you with an irresistible carnal lust. Hypnotized by her visage, you immediately kneel, submitting to her dominance. [[Kneel|Week 2 : Coventry : Basement : Assert yourself further : Kneel]]

Gulping down hard, you step forward fixated by her gaze, trying desperately to hide the obedience in your eyes - and failing. The unmistakable, triumphant smirk on her face proves that she knows - she knows that she has you now. @@color:skyblue;''“Isn’t this what you wanted?”''@@ she whispers, softly placing a palm atop your head and coaxing you to sink downward. It finally sinks in when your knees touch the ground, and you’re staring hypnotically at her pantied loins. Suddenly, it’s right in your face, as Eve steps into you, @@color:skyblue;''“Isn’t THIS-”''@@ she accentuates the word by thrusting your pussy against your face, @@color:skyblue;''“-why you threw such a little hissy fit in the club?”''@@. Her moist panties transfer the aromatic juices of her pussy onto your face, suffusing your every subsequent breath. @@color:skyblue;''“Sniff it!”''@@ she orders, pressing your nose against her cunt hard enough to strain the fabric, and you helplessly indulge yourself. @@color:skyblue;''“That big, smelly dick got you all mad…”''@@ she teases in a pouting, condescending tone, @@color:skyblue;''“…and all you could think about was sucking my pussy”''@@. She’s not wrong, and it’s all you can think about now, as it permeates your every sense, until she yanks your head away by the hair. @@color:skyblue;''“Is that what you want? HUH!? IS IT!?”''@@ she interrogates you, becoming more emboldened by the second, and agitated in a way that you find disturbing. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/evecreepy.gif" width="250" height="333"></center> It’s not just about black leather and makeup with this girl, there’s something about her that kind of scares you. @@color:skyblue;''“Tell me you want to suck my pussy, Dolly”''@@ she instructs, licking her lips, clearly salivating over you. @@color:skyblue;''“Tell me!”''@@ she hisses, painfully twisting her fingers in your hair. ''“I wanna suck your pussy”'' you answer, more in admission than compliance. @@color:skyblue;''“WHO? The neighbor’s??”''@@ she barks, leaning down face-to-face @@color:skyblue;''“What’s my name, Dolly?”''@@. Her sudden outburst snaps you to heel, ''“…E-e-eve”'' you weakly stammer. You’re ashamed by the shakiness in your voice, nearly unable to speak her name without wincing. @@color:skyblue;''“Now put it all together”''@@ she beams, hanging on your every word, breath and facial tic. Your stomach flutters, and you sigh out a breathless response, sounding a little more sincere than intended, ''“I… Ohhh, I wanna suck your pussy, Eve”''. The expression on her face is almost orgasmic, relishing in your obedience, and savoring the submission carried on every syllable of your words. She straightens up sharply, moving your head back into position just before yanking down her panties. [[Next|Week 2 : Coventry : Basement : Assert yourself further : Kneel 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/eveclit.gif" width="290" height="290"></center> Her meaty pussy looks well used, juiced up at the prospect of your hungry mouth. Most notably though, her finger traces over what is easily the largest clitoris you’ve ever seen. @@color:skyblue;''“Get your tongue on my clit!”''@@ she orders, expecting nothing less than full compliance, and you offer nothing else. Reaching out with your tongue, you touch the tip to her bulbous vulva, immediately noticing its firmness. @@color:skyblue;''“UHHHhhhhh”''@@ she shudders disturbingly, sounding almost unholy in her delight. Reveling, as you would expect a demon to revel, after tricking you into trading away your soul. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/eveclitlick.gif" width="280" height="205"></center> Placidly, you begin to lick the silky length of her chunky button like a cherry flavored lollipop. Your mouth begins to water, slathering her clit in your saliva and producing a distinct slurping sound. Her juices taste so sweet and tangy, saucing your tongue with the same essence that fills your nostrils. @@color:skyblue;''“Suck it, Dolly”''@@ She instructs, holding your head still to thrust her hips forward. You have little choice in the matter, and when you feel her swollen organ pushing between your lips, you willingly accept it. When it fully enters your mouth, your lips automatically wrap tightly enough to provide suction - and you do. @@color:skyblue;''“Oh yes, Dolly!”''@@ Eve moans, as she begins thrusting into your mouth, @@color:skyblue;''“And don’t stop jerking your dick”''@@. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/eveclitsuck.gif" width="480" height="320"></center> Under the circumstances, you didn’t even realize that your hand has been moving along your cock the whole time. It’s rock hard, and stiffly sensitive to the point where you feel like it could blow at any second. Your heart races, down on your knees, shamefully masturbating while Eve face-fucks you with her prominent womanhood. ''“Mmmmmm”'' you moan, tingling all over, and warning her of your imminent explosion. The sound makes your lips vibrate, humming on her clit, and stimulating her into increasing the speed and power of her thrusts. @@color:skyblue;''“Urrghh!”''@@ she grunts, viciously slamming her sopping wet pussy against your face. The angle of her hips, and tenacity of her thrusts, makes it seem like she’s stuffing nine inches of meat into your throat. You’re dizzied by repeated, stunning blows to the face, to the point that you go limp, nearly passing out from the assault. @@color:skyblue;''“Ahhhhhh”''@@ she puffs with effort, pulling you away by the hair and dragging you to the foot of the bed. Sitting at the edge, she positions your head between her legs, giving you a good look at her thick clit, now reddened by your oral copulation. @@color:skyblue;''“So far, I’m very disappointed…”''@@ she chides, spreading her legs a little wider. @@color:skyblue;''“This isn’t much of a test if I have to do all the work”''@@ she suggests, stroking her clit with two fingers, @@color:skyblue;''“So get your fucking mouth on it!”''@@. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/eveclitstroke.gif" width="295" height="212"></center> Still disoriented, you can’t seem to get your eyes off her sex, and you lean in, as if drawn by a pussy tractor-beam. Awkwardly, you bow forward, taking her clit into your mouth like a small cock. Experimentally, you bob your head up and down, sucking on her stiff bulb. @@color:skyblue;''“Pathetic!”''@@ Eve scolds, @@color:skyblue;''“Use your tongue, Dolly… that’s what it’s there for”''@@. Taking her advice, you lick and suck and slurp at her clit, bobbing your head between her legs. It’s a sloppy, noisy affair, but Eve is not satisfied, showing very little reaction. Her patience elapsed, Eve snaps at you, gripping you by the hair, @@color:skyblue;''“If you don’t start putting in some effort, I’m gonna cut your balls off and burn them at my altar”''@@. Unsure of how to placate her, you reach out to your muse, closing your fingers back around your cock. It flexes in shock, still teetering at the brink of orgasm, with a mere touch almost pushing you over the edge. Dreamily, you reapply yourself, passionately making love to her clitoris as you gently manipulate your cock. ''“Mmmmm”'' you moan, languidly tickling your pickle as you fellate Eve’s erect pussy. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/eveclitsuck2.gif" width="353" height="239"></center> @@color:skyblue;''“Thaaat’s it, Dolly”''@@ she sighs, rapidly bucking her hips, increasing the pace of your cunnilingus. @@color:skyblue;''“Yeahhh!”''@@ Eve groans, egging you on with her frantic motion, @@color:skyblue;''“Suck me off, Dolly!”''@@. Taking her to the root, you loudly pop off the tip of her clit with every repetition, siphoning the pleasure through her body. That’s all it takes for her to finally erupt, @@color:skyblue;''“AAAAHHHHH!”''@@, tilting her hips to direct your mouth at her slit. Opening your mouth wide to fully encompass her sex, you spear your tongue right into the center of her gash. When the first squirt sprays into your mouth, your cock explodes instantly, depositing your load onto the dirty floor. ''“MMmmmm”'' your cry is muffled by her spasming muff, feeding you a tart, pungent nectar that you hungrily drink up. Without instruction, you suck and lap at every part of her pussy, consuming every drop of her juices while wringing out your spent cock. You’re so thorough about it, that you even slurp up a drizzle that trickled down to her asshole. [[Next|Week 2 : Coventry : Basement : Assert yourself further : Kneel 3]]

Huffing and puffing, Eve pushes your face away with the bottom of her foot, letting it linger just long enough for you to catch a whiff of her powdered toes. @@color:skyblue;''“That was pathetic, Dolly…”''@@ she lazily judges you, basking in the very orgasm that you just worked so hard to provide. @@color:skyblue;''“You have potential, but you’re such an insolent little shit”''@@ she continues to insult you with a thoughtful look in her eyes, @@color:skyblue;''“I will consider your test a borderline pass, but there are penalties for skirting the rules”''@@. You don’t like the sound of that, or the smirking delight plastered all over her face. Your face is plastered with something else entirely, namely, her pungent vaginal fluids. The thought of it makes her comment that much more troubling, and it causes your eyeline to drop back down to stare tentatively at her massive clitoris. @@color:skyblue;''“Hahaha”''@@ she cackles, laying back in a sultry, seductive pose, ensuring that her sizable package is abundantly visible. @@color:skyblue;''“Begone supplicant!”''@@ she declares, stretching out like a cat and sensually rubbing her thighs together. Stark naked, you’re kneeling before a small puddle of semen that you recently produced. Wearily, you rise to your feet and don your scattered garments, while Eve lounges like a sated predator. She ignores you completely, stemming your urge to leave her with a parting remark. Instead, you hastily gather your things and retreat out through the same door that you entered. Leaving the placated vixen behind, you head back into the club, immediately assaulted by the acrid smell and booming sound system. Many of the faces in the crowd peer at you, smiling and whispering to each other in a way that makes you feel uncomfortable. It feels like they’re mocking you, conspiring against you in some way, probably just because you’re an outsider. When you return to the clearing, Sam is there waiting for you, ''“Yo, Man!”'' you call out, ''“Where the fuck you been?”''. Even though he is well poised, there’s a slightly strange expression on his face that you can’t quite place. @@color:green;''“Yo-yo, ahhh, you know… just doing my thing”''@@. The cryptic response doesn’t sit well with you, and you become even more suspicious when Sam begins to nervously shuffle his feet. @@color:green;''“Fuck, I gotta jet, man… can you drop me home”''@@ he asks, and despite his attempt to hide it, you can see the urgency in his eyes. ''“Yeah, no doubt”'' you agree, following him out of the building, and moving rather quickly at that. Breaking out into the parking lot, you head for your car, ''“How about it, man?”'' you ask, ''“Did you stuff that little vampire bitch’s blood sucker?”''. @@color:green;''“Yeahhhh, hehehe, you know me...”''@@ he automatically replies, though for some reason you don’t believe him. Normally, he would be the first one to brag, giving you the blow-by-blow In full detail. Starting up the car, you peer at him from the corner of your eye, and he looks visibly agitated by the conversation. Equally unwilling to discuss the details of the evening yourself, you drop him off and drive back home in thoughtful silence. <<if $masc > 0>>\ <<set $masc = $masc - 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity -5">> <</if>>\ <<set $sub = $sub + 5>>\ <<print "Submission +5">> [[Go to sleep|Week 2 : After School : Sleep]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/traffic.jpg" width="400" height="266"></center> Just as the sun is going down, you undertake the arduous task of fighting through the downtown traffic. It’s bumper-to-bumper, and with the upcoming junction ahead, you’re stopped dead in your tracks. Sighing heavily, you rest your head against the steering wheel, already overcome by impatience. An urgent rapping on the front, passenger window rouses you with a start. ''“What the fuck?”'' you gasp, nearly jumping out of your seat as you turn to examine the figure. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/furio.jpg" width="305" height="299"></center> It’s some guy with a ponytail, wearing a very expensive looking suit. There’s a pitiful, pleading look in his eyes, which are reddened as if he’s been crying. His lips move, but you can’t hear his words through the glass. Deciding to take the risk, you crack the window open wide enough for the sound to travel, but not even a finger could fit through. ''“Yo, what’s up, man?”'' you ask. @@color:orange;''“Signore, please…”''@@ he begins, moving his lips to speak through the crack in the window, @@color:orange;''“My auto… she die, and I go airport”''@@. Reaching into his suit pocket, he retrieves an airline ticket and presses it up against the glass. Leaning in a bit closer, you can confirm that it’s a flight scheduled for tonight, going to Fiumicino, Italy. @@color:orange;''“I go… ehh, my family…”''@@ explains, pulling out a rolled up wad of cash with his other hand, @@color:orange;''“…I miss them so much”''@@. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the money, and he notices, peeling off a bill and feeding it through the window slot. You reach over to take the bill, but he never releases it from his grasp; not while your door is still closed. You do get to examine the bill though, and it’s a brand new, crisp one hundred dollar bill. It must be right from the bank, without a single crease. The tasteful texture of it, the intoxicating smell of new money filling up your car, literally causes you to salivate. He takes the bill away, @@color:orange;''“Please, I…”''@@, peeling off two more and pressing them against the window next to his ticket, @@color:orange;''“…I miss them so much”''@@. Taking a quick glance at the traffic, and weighing in the potential profit, you finally decide to… [[Accept|Week 2 Party Furio Accept]] [[Refuse|Week 2 Party Furio Refuse]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/traffic.jpg" width="400" height="266"></center> ''“Oh, you need a ride to the airport?”'' you ask, leaning closer to the window and gesturing with your thumb. @@color:orange;''“Si, Signore…”''@@ He replies, looking particularly hopeful at your interest. ''“Ok, but it’s gonna cost you… Five”'' you negotiate, holding up five fingers to better communicate with the foreigner. A broad grin splits the man’s face, and he immediately peels off two more bills, waving them in your direction. Grabbing the handle, you unlatch the door and pop it open for the man. @@color:orange;''“Grazie, Signore…”''@@ He nearly weeps at your kindness, climbing into the passenger seat. He’s taller than you initially thought, and fairly well built under his formal attire. @@color:orange;''“Grazie, Grazie!”''@@ he repeats, leaning in to give you an appreciative kiss on the cheek. ''“Yo! What the fuck, man?”'' you reel back, surprised by his imposition. @@color:orange;''“Ah… Sorry, yeah?”''@@ he apologizes, gently patting you on the shoulder. You realize this is a common practice in Europe, but you’re just not used to that sort of interaction with a man, and definitely not prepared for it in that moment. It makes you feel awkward all of a sudden, but luckily, the traffic begins to flow again. ''“It’s cool, but in this country it’s money first, kissy-kissy second, hehe”'' you chuckle, making kissing noises before realizing that he probably doesn’t get the joke. He almost hands you the money, but falters briefly, pausing to think before depositing the bills into your glove compartment instead. He must think that once you’ve got the money in hand, you’ll kick him to the curb, so the glove box is acting as a neutral position for the pending transaction. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/furiosmile.jpg" width="266" height="266"></center> @@color:orange;''“Mio nome e Furio”''@@ he says, pointing to himself with a kind smile. ''“Furio?”'' you ask. @@color:orange;''“Si-si, Furio, e tu?”''@@ he replies, pointing to you. ''“Oh, my name is K”'' you tell him, deciding that he doesn’t need to know your actual given name. Furio scrunches up his face with a curious little smile, @@color:orange;''“Gay?”''@@ he repeats, trying to confirm your name. ''“What!?”'' you start, ''“No! Not GAY you idiot… K! say it,”'' you enunciate the sound at the back out your throat and nod your head for emphasis, ''“K-K-Kay!”''. His eyebrows shoot up at your display, and he stares back at you queerly. @@color:orange;''“Bene… Bene, Gay”''@@ Furio announces, gingerly folding his hands over his lap. This guy is already irritating you, so you don’t bother trying to correct him again. ''“Bengay, huh? Yeah, I wish -I- had some Bengay right about now, because you’re a real pain in the ass”''. Furio gives you a thoughtful look, tilting his head to one side in confusion. This is getting really frustrating now, but you attempt to translate the sentiment. ''“YOUUU”'' you clearly state while pointing at him, ''“Are a PAAAIN”'' you mime a punching motion, ''“In the AAASS”'' leaning forward in your seat, you point toward your ass. His eyes widen and his jaw falls open, but he shakes his head at you, @@color:orange;''“Ehh... No, signore… grazie…”''@@. With that said, he turns away from you, looking out the window. Charades is definitely not your game, as you realize what those motions might have suggested ''“No! I mean… Uhhh forget it…”''. Your cheeks redden and you focus on the road, hoping to complete the rest of this transaction in total silence. //''Fucking foreigners, they’re so weird…''// you think. Partway through the trip, Furio pipes up, @@color:orange;''“Ehh Please!”''@@ he points to the upcoming intersection, @@color:orange;''“Please go”''@@ he indicates with a sweeping arm motion to the right. ''“That’s not the way to the airport, Furio”'' you explain, pointing to the road ahead of you ''“Airport!”''. The urgency in his voice is unmistakable now, @@color:orange;''“Go-go-go! Please! Money! Money!”''@@. Now he’s speaking your language, so you pull to the right and continue down the road, with Furio directing you the entire way. Before long, you’re pulling up in front of a stately looking home, and Furio is getting out of the car. @@color:orange;''“Aspettare, aspettare…”''@@ he urges you, holding out his hands with a gentle pushing motion. You can tell he wants you to stay, because it’s the same way you would convey it to a dog. Covertly, he counts off another five bills, showing them to you before sticking them back in his pocket, @@color:orange;''“Un Minuto”''@@ he promises, holding up one finger. Without another word, he briskly walks toward the house, casually glancing around the area. Instead of going up to the front door, he disappears around the side of the house. You can’t help but think there’s something fishy going on here, and you could take off right now, five hundred dollars richer. Furio obviously understood that too, and that’s why he’s still holding the other five… Since you’ve come this far, you might as well get paid for it now. A sound catches your attention, and you look back to see Furio stepping out through the front door this time, now with an aluminum briefcase in his hand. There’s a very intense look on his face as he approaches your car, and it’s a little unsettling given his prior demeanor. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/furiomad.jpg" width="266" height="266"></center> When he opens the door and hops in, he’s back to happy-go-lucky Furio, smiling brightly, @@color:orange;''“Airport”''@@. You pause for a moment, staring at him, trying to evaluate the situation, and get some sense of this person. In response, he pulls the five bills from his pocket and deposits them into your glove compartment with the rest. Smiling back at you, he pats the dashboard to indicate the money is safe and sound in your possession, @@color:orange;''“Airport”''@@ he repeats. Without much time to think it through, you decide to put the car into gear and drive. Thankfully the traffic has let up a bit and the airport isn’t far off now. Along the highway, down the final stretch, you begin to hear sirens. Checking your mirror, you spot a marked police car approaching from behind you with the lights on. You immediately experience a shortness of breath, and you redden right up to your ears. Whether Furio is involved in some shit or not, you have a considerable quantity of narcotics in your possession, so you’re fucked either way. Trying to keep your composure, you slowly switch lanes, moving to the right and slowing down a little bit. The cop car rushes past you, determined to apprehend someone who thankfully isn’t you - this time. Breathing a sigh of relief, you look over at Furio who seems completely unaffected by the near disaster. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/furiocar.jpg" width="323" height="228"></center> Driving as safely and efficiently as you can, Furio locates the correct terminal and you pull into the underground parking complex of the airport. Under his direction, you park your car on the lowest level of the garage, tucked into a corner where one of the light fixtures has burned out. Given the circumstances, you’re pleased to have this transaction veiled in shadow, just in time to collect your earnings. ''“Ok, we’re here… Now gimme my money, I got shit to do…”'' you declare, reminding the man of your agreement. Pulling out his wad of cash, he promptly counts out five more bills and deposits them into your glove compartment. Watching very carefully, you can see the bills added to the pile, without and trickery or sleight of hand on his part. Just before putting the rest of his money away, he pauses, staring at the impressively thick billfold with a thoughtful expression. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/furiowad.jpg" width="350" height="350"></center> Your eyes are drawn to it as well, with the sheer dimensions of the object inspiring a sense of awe. Pinched casually between his fingers are literally thousands of dollars, just a few feet away. You’ve never seen that much money in person, and you can’t help but consider how much time and effort it would take for you to earn such a princely sum. Furio absently rotates it around, as if it were a pittance, easily acquired and dispensed without a second thought. For a moment, you consider what it might be like to have a stack like that in your pocket - what if it were yours? Finally, you tear your gaze off the money and look back at Furio, noticing a dozen or so seconds have passed. Furio isn’t looking at the cash, he’s looking at you, and with a very queer expression on his face, as if he could read your mind. Taken aback by a sudden discomfort, you stare back at him, wondering what he might be thinking in this moment. His lips begin to move, as if to speak, but he decides against it, clamping his mouth shut hard enough for the tendons to stand out on his jaw. Without a word, he reaches over to gently rest his hand on your thigh, before gripping it tightly. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/furiothigh.gif" width="355" height="280"></center> [[Freeze Up|Week 2 Party Furio Freeze Up]] [[Freak Out|Week 2 Party Furio Freak Out]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/traffic.jpg" width="400" height="266"></center> ''“Nah, man… I got somewhere to be”'' you hastily explain, waving a dismissive hand at the man. @@color:orange;''“PLEASE!”''@@ he begs, desperately rapping on the window, @@color:orange;''“I give money!”''@@. ''“I said NO, bitch… Take a walk”'' you retort, more than a little agitated by his insistence. @@color:orange;''“But… My family, I miss them so-”''@@ he pleads before you interrupt him. ''“Fuck your family! Why don’t you walk down to the docks and catch a ride back with Amerigo Vespucci, shit-head!”'' Your comment warps the expression on his face into a weary frown, ''“Yeah, that’s right! Now go get some spaghetti and meatballs and go fuck yourself!”''. The anger becomes clearer on his face, and you lean in closer to the passenger side window. ''“Ay! Get the FUCK out of here!”'' you shout, spattering the window with errant spittle, conveying just how angry you are with the man. Just then, the traffic begins to flow again, and you pull forward, leaving him behind. With a few deep breaths, you manage to calm your nerves, but you keep an eye on him through your side mirror. By the time he’s out of sight, you’re nearly at your destination. <<set $dom += 5>>\ <<print "Dominance +5">> [[Next|Week 2 Party Arrival]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/raveexterior.jpg" width="400" height="400"></center> Coming to a halt on the road just across from your destination, you check the address again. There must be some kind of mistake, because this looks like a defunct industrial warehouse. It’s so old and dilapidated that the place has likely been condemned, and if not, it probably should be. For better or worse, here you are, and you didn’t come all this way just to turn back now, not without checking it out first. The area is fairly deserted, so you have no trouble finding a parking spot just down the street. Stocking yourself up with drugs and monies, you lock up the car and walk toward the odd building. There’s a bit of a chill to the air, mingled with an inordinate amount of moisture, producing barely perceptible wisps of ominous mist. You wonder if Sam was pranking you into coming here, or maybe you’ve got the wrong place altogether. A distant train whistle cries out from the darkness, followed by a gust of wind that hastens your steps. What the hell are you doing out here? This seems less like a place that would house a party, and more like a place to get shanked between the ribs with a rusty screwdriver. Thankfully, it’s a wide open space, and you’re being extra vigilant to ensure that nobody can sneak up on you. Nearing the edge of the building, it’s a blind turn around the corner, which you round with caution. The rear of the building bears nothing but a staired entryway for employees, flanked by a small loading dock. A ghostly, indigo light pierces through the darkness, and it seems to draw you in, melting away your prior discomfort. There’s no visible security or cover charge, in fact nothing at all, save for the inviting, numinous illumination. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/raveentrance.jpg" width="400" height="400"></center> You step into the light, bathed in its brilliance, you feel a growing warmth and vibration. Venturing further, the sensations grow, and your heart begins to pulse more rapidly. Directly in front of you is a large, metal industrial style door. Grasping the handle, it palpably rumbles under your fingers, as if warning you to think twice before crossing this threshold. Taking a deep breath to brace yourself, you yank the door open with a popping suction sound, and pass through to the other side. [[Next|Week 2 Party Arrival 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/airportparking.jpg" width="455" height="245"></center> ''“YOOOOOO!”'' you shout, knocking his hand away and twisting in your seat to ready yourself for a fight, ''“What the fuck you doing, man!”''. He immediately bursts out the door, making no attempt to engage you. Within seconds, he’s ducking behind a concrete column and disappearing from view. It all happens so fast that you just notice the adrenaline running through your body, and you work to control your breathing while you reflect. The first thing you do is reach into the glove compartment to retrieve your payment. Finding the bills, you compulsively begin to leaf through them, ensuring that the full amount is present. Halfway through counting the money, you begin to slow down, realizing that it feels a little strange, even for crisp, brand new bills. Taking one in hand, you examine it very closely, testing the tactile feel of it, the smell of it, and finally you hold it up against the interior light of your car. To your dismay, there is no visible watermark, confirming that these bills are counterfeit. Snarling, you once again glare into the darkness of the parking lot, realizing that the man is long gone and you will never see him again. You’re not sure what exactly he accomplished by scamming you, but it enforces a sense of increased vigilance and mindfulness in your future interactions. In running the false currency through your fingers, you realize that these few leafs are very difficult to use effectively, being much more useful as bait for the entire billfold. Scrunching the once pristine notes down into tiny little balls, you attempt to induce the appearance of wear and tear, making them less suspicious in small amounts. Perhaps these could be of some use to you, but it could also lead to catastrophe if you’re caught. With your mind racing, you decide to head for the party, considering the possible application of your newfound ‘wealth’. <<set $dom += 5>>\ <<print "Dominance +5">> <<set $int += 5>>\ <<print "Intelligence +5">> <<set $counterfeit += 1000>>\ <<print "Counterfeit Money +1000">> [[Next|Week 2 Party Arrival]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/airportparking.jpg" width="455" height="245"></center> The move is shocking, and you jump slightly at the foreign discomfort of his sudden imposition. It feels like your leg is paralyzed, and you look at him in confusion, unwittingly pouting in response. In answer to your questioning look, he raises the billfold before laying it gently on your dashboard. Staring at the money, you feel him begin to affectionately rub and stroke your thigh, and his intentions become quite clear. Turning back to look at him, you can see the passion in his eyes, intense enough to border on being predatory. A shiver runs through your body akin to fear, but closer to weakness or vulnerability. Furio gently takes you by the wrist, and moves your hand onto his thigh, suggesting that you return the favor. You don’t recall ever agreeing to this, but you haven’t tried to stop him either. More firmly, he massages your inner thigh, his fingers climbing upward to your most sensitive spot. You barely suppress a gasp when his strong hand closes around your clothed cock, and it immediately stiffens. The sensation is impossible to ignore and your back arches slightly at the sudden titillation. In this state of hyper arousal, you can’t stop Furio from moving your hand over his bulge. Your fingers twitch away on contact, but he clamps down hard, forcing your hand against his cock with a strength equal to that of his desire. Offering no resistance, you allow him to control your hand, as it coaxes him to arousal. You quickly realize that he’s surprisingly well hung, especially in comparison to yourself. You’re not looking at the money anymore, or Furio himself, instead you’re transfixed on the turbulent bulge roused by the tips of your fingers. Fascinated by the swelling appendage, you feel a sudden naughty sense of rebellion well up inside of you. Tempting fate, you bite your lip and close your hand on his bulge. Furio sighs in approval as you squeeze it, testing its girth and firmness in a giddy, exploratory way. Emboldened by your own assertiveness, you begin to masturbate him vigorously over his dress pants. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/furiorub.gif" width="250" height="196"></center> Grabbing you suddenly by the arm, just above the elbow, Furio pulls you across the center console with a surprising amount of strength and forcefully pushes his tongue into your mouth. ''“MMmmph!”'' you object, twisting away disgusted by the feeling of kissing a man. At this point, he’s not willing to accept your boundaries, gripping you tightly and tonguing you down with authority. You feel helpless as he kisses you, running his hands all over your body with impunity. His cock swells and pulses in your hand, reminding you of how you led him on. Manly hands grope and molest you, squeezing your ass, pinching your nipples and treating you like a girl. Though you may be reticent about this behaviour, your hand has never moves from his cock, and ultimately you surrender to his advances. Gasping, you go limp in his grasp and drape an arm over his shoulder, pulling tightly against him to emphatically kiss him back. Casting aside all inhibitions, you lick and suck on his tongue as his hands possessively knead your supple flesh. Breaking away from the kiss, Furio reaches down to his belt line, and your eyes follow intently. In one practiced motion, Furio reveals the only thing in his pants that’s thicker than his billfold. [[Next|Week 2 Party Furio Sex]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/airportparking.jpg" width="455" height="245"></center> <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/furiocock.gif" height= "264" width="188" style="float:left;"/>\ Your eyes bulge at the sight of his mammoth column of cock, examining it from base to tip. Standing at attention, the fleshy serpent curves one way, then another, topped off by a helmet befitting a Roman centurion. The freshly skinned member immediately fills the car with a strong musk, and you can’t help but gape at this monstrosity. Tentatively, you reach out with your fingertips, contacting the taut, burning flesh with a mild gasp. Spurred on by a lust-fueled curiosity, your fingers slowly encircle his shaft, not quite spanning the entire circumference. Furio grunts in satisfaction, pulling you in tightly, so that your chest is firmly pressed against his shoulder. He stiffens in your grasp, reaching around to roughly massage your ass with a lusty urgency. </body> With your chin resting atop his shoulder, you stare down at his cock, realizing that you’ve begun to caress it with long, smooth strokes. It almost feels like you’re hypnotized, unable to control your own actions, and surrendering to naked instinct. A thick glob of fluid weeps from his gland, trickling down to coat your palm, permeating every crack and fold before squishing in between your fingers. It feels kind of icky, with that warm goo being spread all over his shaft by your manual stimulation. Just as the goop is evenly distributed, another dollop is spit out, awaiting your diligent application. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/furiojerk1.gif" width="300" height="260"></center> His effluence flows across your knuckles, drenching your digits in a pungent lubricant, far exceeding the necessary amount. To your surprise, his cock has grown even longer, stiffening out the curves into a slick, rigid pole. It stands proudly before you, staring you down almost menacingly, like down the barrel of a gun. Everything has suddenly become very real, and you feel ashamed of the acts you’ve just performed. Having second thoughts, your gaze randomly lands on the stack of bills waiting for you on the dashboard. They are a stark reminder of the arrangement you made, serving as the driving force of your motivation. Besides, you’re not just doing this for money… you’re doing it for a SHIT-LOAD of money! It’s almost irresponsible to turn it down in exchange for such a quick, basic act, and the quicker you get it done, the quicker you get paid. The few seconds you took in contemplation also resulted in a few seconds of neglecting to service Furio’s cock. With a grunt, he tries to pull you over to his seat, but you end up on your knees in the driver’s seat with your head falling into his lap. The tip of his cock might have poked your eye out, but you’re able to dodge it at the last second. Instead, the dripping tip of his helmet pushes right against your nostril before streaking across the side of your cheek. In an effort to steady yourself, you reach out with both hands, holding his cock for stability. You can’t believe how powerful it is, supporting the weight of your upper body, while leaving you in a position with your ass sticking up the air. Just a few inches from your face, his cock occupies your entire field of view, and you’re surprised to see that both of your hands are scarcely enough to cover his entire length. With your mission objective squarely in your sights, you get to work, eager to earn your reward. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/furiojerk2.gif" width="300" height="260"></center> Using both hands, you stroke and caress his cock, massaging every square inch of his turgid flesh and fondling his ample testicles. It feels like your hands travel such a long distance along his shaft, and you’re having trouble properly stimulating him - even with both hands. This just isn’t working, and if you plan on getting that money, you have to increase the intensity. Reapplying yourself, you bob your entire upper body up and down, desperately tugging on his big dick, hoping to empty his balls as quickly as possible. The awkward motion also causes your ass to bounce up and down in the air, and it seems to catch Furio’s attention. His hand moves to slide down the back of your jeans, seizing a hold of your tender cheek with a cold, rough hand. ''“UUHHH!”'' you gasp in surprise, with the sudden intake of breath causing you to snort up the blob of goo on your nostril. It coats your nasal passage and hits the back of your throat, giving you an impromptu sample of his masculine juices. All you can see is his big, wet dick in your face, and all you can smell is the strong musk of his prodigious manhood. There’s no use, Furio is just packing too much meat to get off from this stimulation, and for this much money, he is probably expecting more. Staring at the head of his cock, you watch the fluid continue to leak from his tip, and you can even taste it, right at the back of your throat. Focusing on his slit, you lick you lips tasting more of the juice on your upper lip. Continuing to stroke him passionately, you realize that with one hand on his shaft, and another on his balls, you mouth would do nicely wrapped around his helmet. That’s what you have to do, because you’re a whore, no matter what the price tag is. Who even cares? He’s a foreigner, you’ll never see him again, and nobody will ever find out about this. Tentatively leaning forward, you pleadingly look up into his eyes, continuing to masturbate his pipe. Your mouth opens to speak, and you almost ask him, or beg him, to cum for you right now, but you stifle the impulse. When he only glares at you expectantly, you extend your tongue, gently touching it to the tip of his cock. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/furiolick.gif" width="264" height="264"></center> For something that you built up so much, it ends up being rather easy, and his cock tastes quite sweet in retrospect. Taking another lick, you get a substantial amount of goo in your mouth, enough to really savor his essence. Furio groans appreciatively, laying his head back to enjoy your oral service. At this rate, he might blow before you even get it in your mouth, so you redouble your efforts. With a little more experience now, you’re better able to work his shaft with one hand, while the other reaches down to cradle his balls. They’re quite large and substantial, with a surprising amount of weight to them. Tickling the back of his sack with the tips of your fingers, you give him another long lick, tracing your tongue around the ridges of his helmet. Furio is really responding now, as you passionately jerk his cock, fondle his balls, and begin to enthusiastically lick the head of his cock. You feel giddy, and a mischievous smile sneaks across your lips, realizing that you could finish him right here. ''“Mm-mm-mm-mm”'' you moan with urgency, hoping that your pleas will push him over the edge. Just as you feel his cock stiffen, Furio reaches down to take a hold of your head, twisting his fingers into your hair. Doe-eyed, you’re frozen under his piercing gaze, powerless to resist his every whim. Holding you in place, he glows with an air of superiority, lording over you under the shadow of his cock. You hoped to slurp and slobber your way to riches, but you forgot that he’s in charge here, he controls you, he owns you, up until the point where he is satisfied. There’s no language barrier now, and without uttering a word, you both know what comes next. Fluttering your eyes shut, you allow your mouth to fall open, with your tongue lolling out of your mouth. Tilting your chin upward, you make sure there’s no ambiguity to your gesture, clearly indicating that you’re submitting your mouth for his use. With a triumphant smirk, Furio pushes down on your head, and you meekly comply. [[Next|Week 2 Party Furio Sex 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/airportparking.jpg" width="455" height="245"></center> At the last moment before penetration, Furio flexes his cock, causing your lips to glance off his tip and glide down the shaft. The near miss throws you for an instant, but the pressure on your head never ceases. Before you realize it, your nose is being mashed into his sopping wet scrotum. The gooey substance unceremoniously paints your face, and combined with the pungent aroma, you’re struck by a sudden revulsion. You don’t want to do this, but the insistence of Furio’s grip on your head acts as a reminder that the time for consent has come and gone. The last thing you want, is to have come this far and not get paid in the end. Although spurred by compulsion, there is also an undeniable curiosity that makes your tongue reach out to sample his flesh. It’s surprisingly sweet, and very familiar, although somehow distinct. Taking a larger lick along one of his balls, you realize that it tastes much like his pre-cum. That’s why his sack is so moist; all of the fluids you pumped from his cock have dripped down to soak his balls, and you’re catching the overflow with your tongue. The thought excites you enough to start lapping at his orbs like a thirsty kitten. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/furioballs.gif" width="236" height="199"></center> @@color:orange;''“Ahhhh bene… Molto bene, Gay”''@@ Furio groans with a deeply contented sigh. Breathing deeply of his musk, you proceed to gingerly lick the flavorful slime off his swollen globes, while continuing to pump his shaft with your hand. More of the fluid travels along the back of your knuckles, trickling down the length of his impressive shaft, and right into your willing mouth. The flavor is intoxicating, and constantly being replenished, like a fleshy fountain of plenty, dispensing ambrosia. You begin to devour him more hungrily, more greedily, licking his big, meaty balls clean. Your increased fervor rapidly depletes the flavor, more quickly than it can be replenished, and replacing it with your own bland saliva. Maddened by the sudden lack of nectar, you jerk him more eagerly, hoping to speed up the process. Unable to wait the few seconds it will take for a refill, you wrap your hungry lips around one of his balls, taking it into your mouth. ''“Mmmmmmm”'' you moan in need, discovering the hidden nectar deposits soaked deeper into his flesh, and the odd flavor becomes starkly more apparent now, it’s salt. His juices were mixing with salt from the sweat on his balls, and it would be disgusting if you hadn’t already sucked every trace of moisture off his heavy, musky nutsack. Dreamily, you look up at him with a fat meatball in your mouth, but you don’t see Furio. Instead, your entire field of view is dominated by his cock, as your gaze travels up and along his massive shaft, seeming somehow even larger and more magnificent than before - It’s like the leaning tower of penis-za. Licking your lips, you stare up hopefully at his slick sausage, slathered in yummy-sauce. You can’t wait to suck every last drop from his big, juicy dick! - For the money! you remind yourself… You’re doing this for the money and that would be the fastest way to get this done and over with. Why would you suck the sweat off a strangers balls if there wasn’t a huge amount of cash on the line? Right? Why would you lick and suck and stroke and… you lose your train of thought when a thick glob of goo spurts from his tip travelling quickly down the length of his shaft. Automatically, you rise up to catch it on your tongue, tracing your way right up to the tip. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/furioinsert.gif" width="290" height="196"></center> Maddened by the sudden, potent burst of flavor, you stretch your lips over the head of his cock, testing your ability to handle the size. Furio decides that you need some assistance, and he is all too happy to jam his cock halfway into your mouth. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/furiosuck1.gif" width="359" height="359"></center> The irresistible thirst for nectar is jarringly pushed aside by a stronger, more urgent feeling of a massive piece of meat completely filling up your mouth. It invades you, restricting your breathing, and it feels like your eyes are popping out of your head. A big glob of fluid bursts from the tip, but it never touches your lips, or even your tongue, being deposited directly to the back of your throat. Your eyelids flutter under the enormity of his manhood, and how it effortlessly fills you, with plenty of room to spare. Eager for a taste of your prize, you pull back until your lips are locked around the ridge of his head. You suck the juice from his dick like a straw, audibly slurping his spongy mushroom head, before plunging your mouth down over his cock again. Something tingles delightfully inside of you every time that cock suddenly fills your mouth to capacity. Pretty soon your head is bobbing up and down on Furio’s cock, with your bouncing butt cocked up in the air behind you. Fairly quickly, you begin to tire, as this isn’t something you’re accustomed to, so you lack the requisite stamina. Furio reaches under the back of your jeans again, roughly kneading your well positioned backside. His touch is exhilarating, but also an assertive, dominant force of control - and both of those elements serve to fuel your continued efforts. This is hard work, having a big dick jammed in and out of your mouth is starting to make your eyes water, and bobbing your head is making you dizzy. There’s no way you can keep this up, you’re not some kind of dick-drunk, submissive cocksucker… you’re just doing this for the money. A few moments later your pace begins to slow, and once again, Furio graciously intervenes. When your mouth is deep on his cock, he braces the back of your head, holding it firmly in place. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/furiosuck2.gif" width="320" height="270"></center> Unable to move, with your mouth already stretched open around his substantial girth, Furio begins to thrust. Completely powerless to resist, the long, thick meat missile penetrates your helpless mouth, over and over again. Not only have you lost control of the pace, but also the potential depth of the penetration. In very short order, you can feel the tip of his cock pushing against the entrance to your throat. Every thrust ends with an increasingly insistent pressure, and it’s enough to make you choke. Though restricted, you try to evade his thrust, accomplishing little more than an arching of your back and a wiggling of your butt. It’s the latter that interests Furio, and without warning or preparation, one of his digits penetrates your asshole, two joints deep. ''“Nnnnngggg”'' you moan around his cock, reshaping your throat enough for the mushroom-shaped tip of his head to penetrate halfway past the entrance to your throat. When Furio pulls back out, you take a desperate gasping breath, before promptly being filled again, from both ends. Slowly but surely, your holes are being worked open, crumbling away your defenses. A debilitating weakness washes over you, making your legs shake and your consciousness dim. When a second digit painfully enters your hole, you emit a muffled, suffering moan. Clenching down on his fingers, you eyes roll to the back of your head, and it finally dawns on you that this ordeal has just begun. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/furiofinger.gif" width="348" height="335"></center> Wrapped up in the action, you never considered how far this could possibly go. In this moment, with Furio’s cock stretching your throat while he roughly fingerbangs your vulnerable rosebud, it becomes clear that he intends to actually fuck you. You’re terrified by the prospect, but you can feel it happening, he’s forcibly opening your asshole, making it stretch to better accommodate his massive member. Of course this is what he wanted, for that amount of money, how could he accept anything less? It’s not as if you’re in a position to protest or free yourself in any capacity, so instead, you surrender. Every muscle in your body goes slack, allowing his fingers to bottom out inside of you, pressing firmly against your bitch-button. At the same time, the entire head of his cock pops into the ring of your throat. The blocking of your airway would be troubling if you weren’t so completely relaxed, and already resigned to being used as a submissive cock-sleeve. In a cock-shocked daze, you idly wonder if your ass will take him just as readily. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/furiocum.gif" width="360" height="358"></center> @@color:orange;''“UUUUGHHHHHH”''@@ Furio groans, and you instantly feel his cock rumble along every contour of your mouth and throat. A deluge of gelatin rushes into your throat, nearly packing it tight before you instinctively swallow the mass. The action constricts your throat, squeezing the head of his cock, and coaxing out another thick payload for your eager consumption. Hungrily, you suck and slurp at the gigantic rod as the volume of fluid begins to subside. You can feel his cock begin to soften and shrink, no longer reaching into your throat, and the fingers penetrating you have ceased their stimulation completely. In a lust fueled frenzy, you begin to push back against his fingers, bobbing your head on his cock with an urgent moan. You can really taste his salty discharge now, and you thirst for more of his essence, sucking it in through his flesh straw. Every spurt rewards you with less and less nectar, prompting you to vigorously pump his shaft and massage his balls. Your efforts pay off, rewarding you with several more delicious mouthfuls of hot, sticky semen. Unfortunately, despite your continued attempts, the reservoir runs completely dry, just as you feel his fingers withdraw from your rear pleasure hole. Mewing in disappointment, you’re left to lazily run your tongue around the head of his cock, lapping up any errant blobs of tasty goo. [[Next|Week 2 Party Furio Sex 3]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/airportparking.jpg" width="455" height="245"></center> @@color:orange;''“Grazie, Signore…”''@@ Furio chuckles breathlessly, seeming drained of all energy, which he must store in his balls, because those are definitely bone dry now. His shrinking, spit-soaked cock slips from your lips with a mild slurp as he shifts below you to refasten his pants. Just barely aware of what’s happening, you notice him open the door and retreat without another word. Sprawled out across the passenger seat, you lay there stunned for a few minutes, dribbling goo and suffering from PTSD - More specifically, Penis-TSD. Straightening up in your seat, still shaken from the experience, you scan the area, relieved to find it completely abandoned. Shutting your eyes, you breathe slowly and steadily, trying to compose yourself, and failing. Your head feels light, your stomach heavy, and there’s a fierce throbbing at your groin. Reaching down to give your cock an experimental squeeze, you find it stiff as a pole and straining almost painfully for release. Unable to resist the urge, you pull it free and tenderly wrap your fingers around the rigid shaft. Huffing and puffing, you furiously masturbate your neglected penis, with every inward breath carrying the musky aroma of Furio’s huge cock. It’s impossible to avoid the comparison, realizing that he completely dwarfs your tinkie winkie, and you soften at the thought, feeling inadequate. It’s quite a difference, pumping his hulking member with both hands, and still still leaving enough room for your cock-hungry mouth. Now you’re frustrated, struggling to even close a fist around your cock, so you adjust in your seat to get a better grip. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/smalljerk.gif" width="296" height="296"></center> Shifting your butt in the seat makes you aware of the cavity in your ass, where Furio dug into your body. Although the feeling of emptiness is no substitute for the feeling of fullness, the memory of it alone is enough to send an electric shock through your cock. Taking a more dainty grip on your diminutive member, you hold it right below the tip with three fingers, inadvertently raising your unused pinky into the air. Gently rocking back and forth in your seat, you gingerly diddle your wet little prick You can still smell the musk lingering on your face, still taste the tart juices when you lick your lips. Every trace of his cock makes you harden uncomfortably, invading your thoughts as deeply as it invaded your throat. Your jaw falls open in a gasp as you increase the speed of your fingers, holding your breath with your heart beating in your chest. Without thinking, you plunge your thumb into your mouth, immediately treated by the salty, sweet taste of Furio’s big dick. ''“MMMmmmm”'' you moan eagerly, running your tongue around the tasty digit, secretly wishing that sausage was still thrusting in and out of your mouth. Loudly sucking and slurping at your thumb, you begin to bob your head on it like a depraved whore, while stimulating your erect little nub at an exhilarating pace. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/smallcum.gif" width="320" height="225"></center> ''“MMMMMMMM!”'' you whine, muffled by the thumb in your mouth as your little dick explodes. ''“MMMMMM!!”'' you contract again, squealing like a girl with a dick in her mouth, and squirting into your hand. Mindlessly, you scoop it up with your thumb before replacing it in your mouth. The flavor strikes you like a bat to the head, as hot waves of pleasure delightfully tingle through your body. Intoxicated by a feeling better than any drug can offer, you drift off into a sweet slumber, sucking on your squishy little thumb. A car horn wakes you with a start, and you jump to attention, swiveling your head around to see what’s happening. Luckily, there’s nobody nearby, giving you a moment to remember where you are, how you got here, and what you just did. It seems that your impromptu nap was incredibly brief, perhaps only a few seconds, but you recover very quickly. The soreness of your throat becomes apparent, along with a distinct emptiness in your rear, all topped off by a salty, sour aftertaste on your tongue. All of which contribute to a sinking feeling in your semen filled stomach. Without the sexual endorphins to numb your mind, you feel deeply ashamed of what you’ve just done. How could you just pick up some random stranger off the street and gag on his meaty cock like a sex-starved nymphomaniac. Feeling rather morose, your gaze falls on the fat stack of cash laying on your dashboard. Your eyes fly wide open, remembering that you only did this for the money, dashing away the unwarranted shame. How could you have forgotten about the money? Can that happen when you have a long, thick cock pounding into your face? Finding the bills, you compulsively begin to leaf through them, ensuring that the full amount is present. Halfway through counting the money, you begin to slow down, realizing that it feels a little strange, even for crisp, brand new bills. Taking one in hand, you examine it very closely, testing the tactile feel of it, the smell of it, and finally you hold it up against the interior light of your car. To your dismay, there is no visible watermark, confirming that these bills are counterfeit. You’re not sure what exactly he accomplished by scamming you, but it enforces a sense of increased vigilance and mindfulness in your future interactions. You push the unpleasant thoughts away, tossing your artificial wealth into the glove box and pulling out of the parking lot toward the club. <<if $masc != 0>>\ <<set $masc -= 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity -5">> <</if>>\ <<set $sub += 5>>\ <<print "Submission +5">> <<set $int += 5>>\ <<print "Intelligence +5">> <<set $counterfeit += 5000>>\ <<print "Counterfeit Money +5000">> [[Next|Week 2 Party Arrival]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/raveinterior.jpg" width="400" height="300"></center> [["Busy Child" by The Crystal Method|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t6twhXA1Gyw]] ''“Oh Shit!”'' you remark, wide-eyed in astonishment. The door seals behind you, and you can now see the sound baffling around it, like a large refrigerator door. The place is a melting pot of smoke, light and sound. Bodies shake and sway rhythmically all around you, like a gust of wind blowing through the leaves of a tree; each one agitating individually, but they also move as one collective. You don’t listen to this music, and you’re not much of a dancer, but it’s one hell of a vibe. Responding to the music, your body begins to move with the beat just like everyone else. It’s not a performance, there is no judgement, only the physical manifestation of music expressing itself subjectively through appropriate agents. Just like that, you’re one of them now, seduced by the infectious atmosphere. Reaching into your pocket, you produce and fire up a spliff. The sacred herb contributes to the already blessed ground, like lighting a candle in church. Giving thanks, you take smokey communion in the midst of your pious, adopted congregation. The sweet smoke fills your lungs, creeping into your bloodstream and heightening your perception. Halfway through the joint, you notice a guy dressed like a skater observing you. Actually, he seems more interested in what’s pinched between your fingers. When your eyes meet, he smiles broadly, nodding his head in vehement approval. Taking a final hit, you reach over to pass him the joint, and he joyfully accepts. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Duuuude! You saved my life!”''@@ he claims, taking a few big hauls and holding his breath for a few seconds. It’s a bit too much and he exhales rapidly, coughing halfway through, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Damn, that’s some bomb-ass nug!”''@@. You chuckle at his response, prompting him to take a step closer, making it easier to have a conversation. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Hey… Thank you, man…”''@@ his words drip with sincerity, maybe even a little too much, but he’s just one of those guys. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Quid pro quo!”''@@ he announces, offering up his drink in exchange. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/glowdrink.gif" width="322" height="322"></center> Noticing his beverage for the first time, it sends you for loop. Glowing fluorescent green, it churns and bubbles like a lava lamp. You wonder what crazy fissile materials have combined to produce this chemically unstable concoction. ''“Uhhh…”'' you begin, warily eyeing the sinister cocktail. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Aw come on, dude…”''@@ he pleads, looking a bit sullen at your reluctance to accept his generous offering, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Come on, please… you gotta…”''@@. Feeling more than a little adventurous, you take the cup from his hand and take several hearty gulps before handing it back with a wide smile. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Alright-ALRIGHT!”''@@ he celebrates, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Hey, you’re cool, dude… You’re cool… hehehe”''@@. Slowly backing away to rejoin his group, he salutes you with two fingers held up to his temple, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Fly high, spaceman!”''@@. Your attention turns to the warm sensation in your stomach, and you can feel it spreading, branching out through your body like the hydrating limbs of a tree. Within minutes, you feel drunk, but without the compromised motor skills, or underlying nausea. <<set $high += 25>>\ <<print "Intoxication +25">> [[Next|Week 2 Party Hub]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/raveinterior.jpg" width="400" height="300"></center> [["Busy Child" by The Crystal Method|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t6twhXA1Gyw]] The hypnotic atmosphere has you entranced, as you wade through a sea of ghostly faces, each visage twisted by superficial joy. Your disembodied head seems to float around the room, wide-eyed and grinning impishly. To any onlooker, you would seem completely insane, but luckily, you’re already in a madhouse. Several points of interest draw your attention, beckoning you in with their dimly glowing lights. An exit sign at the back of the room glows orange, possibly acting as a potential escape route if need be. A green sign reflects with every strobe of light, marked with the universal symbols for male and female lavatories. On another side of the room, a long bar glows invitingly, dimly lit by hastily arranged neon lights. The entire middle of the room is a dancefloor, fully occupied by undulating bodies, though some areas are more densely packed than others. Whether by choice or pure instinct, you find yourself floating over to the: [[Dancefloor|Week 2 Party Dancefloor]] [[Bar|Week 2 Party Bar]] [[Bathroom|Week 2 Party Bathroom]] [[Rear Exit|Week 2 Party Rear Exit]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ravedancefloor.gif" width="322" height="322"></center> Beating to windward, zigzagging through the room, both through your own locomotion and the currents of the crowd, you encounter some rough waters. The density of the shoal becomes so pronounced that you feel run aground, stuck in the weeds without a means of propulsion. The roaring sea tosses you, to and fro, leaving you disoriented in the darkness, and threatening to drown you outright. With great effort, you stretch and heave, paddling your way through the thick stuff while just barely keeping your head above water. Just as you find a path through the chop, something snags your wrist. A small, lithe hand clings to you for dear life, the arm disappearing into the throng. It would be a small matter to break free, condemning this lost soul to a cold, watery grave. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ravekatehand.gif" width="260" height="260"></center> Instead, you grip their wrist right back, firmly enough to make a solid connection, but also to convey a sense of moral support to the victim. Planting your feet, you reach back to get a hold of their elbow as well, before lurching forward. The additional leverage allows you to pull the person free, as if being dredged out of a raging river. Falling into your arms, the young woman looks surprised by your appearance, and the feeling is mutual. Through the darkness, you’re just able to make out her features through the intermittent strobes of light. She is familiar to you, in fact, she looks just like… @@color:pink;''“K?”''@@ Kate asks in disbelief, @@color:pink;''“What are you doing here?”''@@. Stricken by her, you’re caught up in the moment, fueled by passion and hallucinogenic drugs. Dramatically taking her in your arms and staring intently into her eyes, you whisper breathlessly, ''“… Saving your life”''. A look of wonder comes over her face, as she hangs on to your body, and your every word. Smiling proudly, you tilt you head to one side, ''“Do you require… Mouth-to-mouth ressuscitation?”''. Narrowing her eyes, Kate throws you a skeptical, but amused, glare, @@color:pink;''“Not this time, sailor”''@@. Seeing the disappointed look on your face, she brightens up and gives you a little peck on the lips. The flashing lights frame her face with a ghostly halo, making her look innocent and angelic in this den of debauchery. @@color:pink;''“Dance with me!”''@@ she invites, reaching out to wrap around your arm. Something feels off, and it seems counterintuitive to wade back into the treacherous depths you just worked so hard to escape. Her smile appears to twist perversely, as if something dark and corrupted lies beneath the surface of her cherubic facade. Sensing your discomfort, she steps forward, pressing her warm, shapely body against you with all the allure of a nymph. You cock begins to stiffen at her touch, as you’re taken in by her enticing aroma. Involuntarily, your legs begin to move, animated into the service of this seductive siren. It feels like you’re losing yourself, ready to let go, and give in to your most basic impulses. This is your last chance, to either turn away and shun this sinister force, or dive in headlong and drink dry the entire ocean. [[Stay|Week 2 Party Dancefloor Stay]] [[Leave|Week 2 Party Dancefloor Leave]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ravebar.jpg" width="420" height="236"></center> As the bar grows closer and larger in your field of view, something snags your ankle and you almost fall on your face. Staggering, you manage to regain your balance and spin around to find the impediment, only to be met by a familiar face. @@color:cyan;''“Yoooooo! Whatchu got my forty, homie?”''@@ Sam greets with jubilation. You quickly realize that he tripped you from behind, which he has done probably hundreds of times in the past. ''“What the fuck, man? I almost busted my head wide open!”'' you complain. @@color:cyan;''“Awww yeeeeah, I’m about to bust my head too, all up in some chick’s WIDE OPEN mouth… Unngghh, unngghh, SHPLUUURRT!”''@@ he jokes, miming a masturbation motion. ''“You’re a fucking asshole… you know that?”'' you reply, irritated by his behaviour. Sam furrows his brow for an instant before kissing his teeth and rolling his eyes, @@color:cyan;''“Come on, dog… Don’t take shit so seriously all the time, fuck… Now did you come here to GET some pussy, or to BE a pussy?”''@@. Although you don’t like it, he’s right, so you take a deep breath and exhale a soothing gasp. Any previous tension melts away immediately, replaced by the euphoric effects of the illicit chemicals coursing through your veins. His comment won’t stand without retort, but you do so more playfully this time, ''“Yeah right, like you’re getting any pussy talking like that…”''. His eyes bulge at your suggestion, and his chest puffs up defensively @@color:cyan;''“Oh, for REAL? It’s like THAT?”''@@. ''“Yeah, it’s LIKE that…”'' you counter. Tilting his head to one side, Sam chuckles as he gingerly readjusts the fit of his shirt. @@color:cyan;''“Ok, check this out… You see those two fly honeys at the end of the bar?”''@@ he indicates with a tilt of his head, @@color:cyan;''“Go put your -thang- down big pimp, since you got all that game…”''@@. Discreetly peering from the side of your eye, there’s no doubt about who he’s targeting. There’s two hot blondes chatting at the end of the bar, and luckily they haven’t spotted you yet. Scantily clad, and heavily painted, they look like an identical pair of bimbo barbie dolls. It’s very difficult to pick up a girl in front of her friend, especially when both of them are out of your league, and you’re being put on the spot. Giving your head a little shake to clear the cobwebs, you realize that you’re overthinking this. It’s just a couple of girls, and you’re a guy, it’s not that complicated. ''“Watch and learn, son…”'' you instruct, clapping Sam on the shoulder and striding to the end of the bar. Whether by sheer force of will, or liquid courage, you feel great, adding a little pep to your step. The girls are completely oblivious to your presence, engaged in a tittering frenzy of giggly girl-talk. Just as you’re upon them, someone beats you to the punch - but luckily it’s only the bartender. He plonks a couple of shot glasses on the table, and you notice a half dozen more empty ones as well. Still unaware of your approach, the girls raise their glasses, @@color:pink;''“One, two, THREE!”''@@ they count in unison before slamming back their shots. The sight brings a smile to your face, but you’re gobsmacked by what they do next. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ravebritneyskiss.gif" width="280" height="280"></center> Leaning in close, the girls embrace, kissing each other sensually on the lips. They feel and caress each others lithe bodies, their tongues entwined with a burning passion that makes you stiffen in your pants. It’s hard to function properly with a live action peep show happening right before your eyes. The sight paralyzes you on the spot, leaving you gawking, with eyes and mouth wide open. As their kiss winds down, and the girls turn to notice you for the first time, you come back to life and address them. <<if $counterfeit > 0>>\ [[Introduce Yourself|Week 2 Party Bar Introduce Yourself]] <</if>>\ [[Chicken Out|Week 2 Party Bar Chicken Out]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ravebathroom.jpg" width="493" height="320"></center> The atmosphere in this place is overwhelming every sense you possess, and maybe a few more than you didn’t even know existed. Likely, the only place to get away from all the ruckus is the well marked bathrooms. It’s pretty hot in here, and you can already envision the cool, damp, somber environment that the bathroom provides. Before you know it, you’re pushing open the door and stepping inside. Surprisingly, the music outside is largely muffled, but you haven’t exactly found the salvation you sought after. The room is heavily trafficked, with every stall, urinal and sink fully occupied to the point where lines have formed behind every fixture. Unsure of why you chose to come here in the first place, you line up for one of the urinals, hoping to at least blend in with the crowd. You would expect the process of using a urinal to be rather brief, but for some reason, it seems to take these guys forever. How much could they possibly be drinking to piss for this long? Are they intentionally drizzling it out as a point of pride? Odd as it may be, it’s not all that surprising, but you’re left standing around to admire the, less than charming, surroundings. It’s got plenty of nose, and there’s nothing quite like the aroma of fresh piss, subtly highlighted by the fetid stench of old piss. You can’t stand the smell, but you don’t want to breathe through your mouth either, because then you might taste it too. Over the muffled music and hubbub of the room, the sound of water from the sinks and toilets rumbles in your ears. The mere sound of running water loosens something inside of you, and almost immediately, the urge to urinate grows within you. The line moves a bit, and you shuffle closer, locked in formation with your fellow prospective urinators. Other’s come, lining up behind you to nearly fill the room, and round out the regiment. Shifting your feet, the need for release strengthens, and you try to block out the chorus of rainfall bouncing off the walls all around you. Through conscious effort, it blurs down to a dull roar, as your ears begin to detect another, fainter sound. Hoarse breathing buzzes in your ear from one of the nearby stalls, accompanied by an occasional high-pitched yip. Not only is it sufficiently distracting from your need to urinate, but it’s positively intriguing. There are definitely people having sex in that bathroom stall right now, completely indifferent to all the traffic and commotion. Behind that door, right there, someone has found paradise in what you perceive as a piss-drenched purgatory. Someway, somehow, perhaps you too could be saved. The line begins to move again, and you step forward symbolically, marking it as the affirmation of your impending salvation. The sounds become louder, bolder, refusing to be stifled by puritan shame or otherwise superficial societal conventions. From this vantage, you can just barely peek through the crack of the stall door. <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ravebathroompeek.gif" height= "308" width="185" style="float:left;"/>\ You try to be as discreet as possible in your voyeuristic curiosity, but your cock has no such reservations, plumping into a vulgar lump in this very public space. The toilet slut rides atop her lover, facing away from him, but buried down to the root of his cock. With every buck, her entire body weight is lifted up and slammed back down, impaling her on a column of turgid flesh. You stiffen at the thought of digging so deeply into her body, feeling her taut ass bouncing on your lap. For a moment, she seems to meet your eyes, and all of her burning passion and desire crashes into you like the backdraft of a raging inferno. </body> @@color:slateblue;''“Yo! Hurry the fuck up!”''@@ a voice calls from behind you, right before you’re shoved forward. Without knowing it, you’ve reached the front of the line, right in front of the yellow-stained urinal. Quickly whipping out your cock, you realize that it’s currently rock hard thanks to the couple in the adjacent stall. @@color:slateblue;''“What’s wrong?”''@@ asks the voice from behind you, @@color:slateblue;''“See something you like?”''@@. Stiffening your back, you finally recognize who this voice belongs to. <<if $body == 4>>\ [[Next|Week 2 Party Bathroom Alpha]] <</if>>\ <<if $body != 4>>\ [[Next|Week 2 Party Bathroom Beta]] <</if>>\

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ravealley.jpg" width="400" height="250"></center> Approaching the door at the back of the room, its orange light grows stronger as the atmosphere around you becomes thinner. Pushing through the door, your nostrils are filled with the cool, clear air of the evening. It wakes you up, sharpening your senses and filling you with a renewed vigor. A small staircase leads down from the door to a dark alley behind the building, dimly lit by a single, fading fixture. Descending the stairs, you relish the sanctity herein, leaning up against the wall of the building. This is a great place to get away from the sights and sounds of the club, to listen to, and get in touch with your own body. Everything slows down, and you focus on this more personal relationship with the drugs you ingested tonight. The music within the club is muffled down to a distant hum, and beneath that, you hear a dull roar - the sound of the world. A foreign noise disturbs your solitude, breaking out of your impromptu meditation session. It’s unnatural; the heaving and gasping of a hungry beast on the prowl. You are not alone, there is a creature out here somewhere, cloaked in darkness, and waiting for the precise moment to strike. Although terrified, you’re stricken by an irresistible curiosity, emboldened by chemical courage. Stealthily tiptoeing deeper into the darkness, you time your breaths to match the creature’s, further masking your approach. The beating of your heart might even be synchronized with your counterpart, as your eyes struggle to adjust in the low-light conditions. From this vantage point, you make out a silhouette further down the alley. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/shooterbj2.gif" width="400" height="314"></center> Your eyes bulge at the sight, and fear dissolves into rapt voyeurism. Instead of a possible attack, you’ve stumbled into some kind of urban safari, with the animals mating right before your eyes. Drawn here, your heart matching their rhythm in some kind of primal gnosis. The male takes what he wants, and he will not be denied, while the female willing gives herself over to him. Living vicariously through their passion, your cock stiffens, serving as a reminder of your own need. Every thrust like the beat of a drum, growing from pianissimo to fortissimo, all driving to an epic, explosive climax. Throbbing painfully, you stick a hand in your pocket and take a firm grip on your cock through the fabric. The touch alone provides an incredible amount of relief, causing waves of heat to pulse through your whole body. You exhale deeply, fluttering your eyes shut in an extreme sense of relaxation. You hear the scrape of a foot along the ground behind you, before you’re battered a fraction of a second later. The impact slams you against the wall, and just before you can cry out, something is crushing your throat. It’s a moment of pure vulnerability, cruelly lured in by an unmatched bliss, only to be set upon by a sadistic, patient predator. Like so many creatures before you, all those scared little bunnies, the end comes swiftly on the wings of blood-curdling terror. [[Next|Week 2 Party Rear Exit 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ravedancefloor.gif" width="322" height="322"></center> You stiffen up, reluctant to sink any further, and Kate notices, tugging you a bit harder and more insistently. This repels you even more, causing your arm to stand firm, openly resisting her. ''“No, I - uhhh..”'' you stammer, studying her face through the intermittent strobes of light. Every flash reveals a different emotion: Confusion, disappointment, irritation, suspicion and contempt. ''“I gotta find out the time…”'' you explain, slowly backing away through the densely packed crowd. You’re prepared to break away from her grip if need be, but she willingly releases you. Her face is a blur of abstract shapes and angular forms, warping dynamically through an array of horrific, mocking demonic masks. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ravekateface.gif" width="382" height="382"></center> Clumsily traversing the flotsam and jetsam, your head is swimming, just as your body paddles onward. Every bit of distance between yourself and this flesh whirlpool serves to put you at ease. As the atmosphere begins to thin out, dry land comes into view, bringing with it the promise of safe harbor. Something itches at the back of your mind, and through some kind of morbid curiosity, you venture a final look back into the abyss. A tangle of bodies bump and grind against each other, writhing like serpents in a furious mating ball. Through the throng, you spot Kate dancing lasciviously to the hypnotic music. Her face a visage of perverse ecstasy, as scaly digits dance and play across her body. Offering herself up as a willing sacrifice, she is just moments away from being ravaged, torn apart by these wicked fiends. Out of the raw, naked flesh, the devil himself manifests directly behind the lamb, taking her into his muscular, reptilian arms. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ravekategrind.gif" width="293" height="181"></center> ''“Gino…”'' you curse, uttering the beast’s true name without fear of reprisal. Kate’s mouth opens wide in a distant scream of delight, throwing her arms up and around his head. The motion gives him free reign over her scrumptious body, and he takes advantage of this, possessively cupping her breasts. For a moment, it seems like those red eyes focus on you, just as he melds back into the mass of flesh. Kate appears jubilant as she is pulled below the waves, swallowed up by the gaping maw of flesh, her outstretched hand vanishes in a nearly audible burp. Kate is gone, lost to the world, in the clutches of the dark lord himself, she is the devil’s concubine. The feeling lingers for a while, and instead of coming ashore, you’re simply put adrift. Drifting through your mind, and drifting on the currents of the wayward flesh that surrounds you. After a while, the drugs and atmosphere soothes your tension. Going with the flow, like a reed that sways in the water, you find comfort in conformity. No decisions need to be made, no obstacles exist to be overcome, you just exist - and that is enough. By the time you break out of the crowd, you feel energized, ready to discover what fate has in store for you next. [[Next|Week 2 Party Hub 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ravedancefloor.gif" width="322" height="322"></center> Your heart races, quickened by the precarious murk, testing your courage. The warmth of Kate’s embrace comforts you, assuring that everything will be fine if you just trust in her. There is still some lingering concern, that she is behaving recklessly and needs you to rescue her, from herself. Pushing down these impulses, you decide to join with Kate. Together, you venture deeper, ready to face whatever comes. She smiles with delight, and you glimpse the beauty of how daring and impulsive she can be. There’s something exhilarating about throwing caution to the wind and making yourself vulnerable, naked to the world with no reservations. From all sides, bodies rub against you, but you’re solely focused on Kate. Her arms reach up to encircle the back of your neck, hanging limply in position. Slowly gyrating her hips, she stares up at you with lazy, half-lidded eyes. Your hands travel gently down her sides, coming to rest at her waist with a lustful squeeze. @@color:pink;''“Ahhhh”''@@ she sighs, her back arching at the sensation, pushing her pelvis against your swollen member. Closing her eyes, Kate cranes her neck upward, leaving her mouth slightly agape. Taking it as an invitation, you lean in and taste her luscious lips. Soft and moist, she tastes of strawberries, and you seek to indulge in the bounty of her sweetness. Your tongues dance to a languid rhythm, while every gyration of her hips begins and ends with needy, pelvic grinding. Prompted by her flirtatious teasing, you firmly grab her ass, pinning your cock against her pelvis. Breaking the kiss, she throws her head back with an ecstatic smile, pressing her breasts flat against your chest. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ravekategrabass.gif" width="266" height="266"></center> Your motions are less about dancing, and more about conveying the fact that you’re ready to fuck Kate’s brains out - right here, right now. It seems like she had the same idea, and in fact, everyone around you appears to be infected by your passion. The mingled scents and overpowering body heat emanating around you combine to form a perfect storm of sexual energy. You grind against each other, while your darting eye spots exposed breasts and thighs throughout the crowd. This whole affair is about to break out into a massive, full-fledged orgy, with you and Kate at the epicenter of it all. Caught up in the moment, your excitement rises to unprecedented levels, and you begin to pant heavily. You can already see it happening; hiking up Kate’s skintight dress, tearing off her skimpy panties, and plunging into her hot, wet, trembling pussy. ''“Huuurrr”'' you gasp, as you suddenly feel yourself nearing climax. Luckily you manage to stop just short of releasing into your pants, but you also suddenly pull away from Kate with your lower half. The abrupt action breaks Kate out of her trance as well, and she just stares at you, blinking curiously. When she notices your panting, she looks down at your groin and covers her mouth to suppress a giggle, @@color:pink;''“Did you just jizz in your pants?”''@@. ''“Noooo”'' you quickly reply, though she doesn’t look convinced. ''“For real, I didn’t… It was pretty close though, hehehe”'' you admit, but Kate raises an eyebrow at you, skeptical about your story. Even though you’re telling the truth, her doubt and mannerisms alone are enough to make you feel all hot and bothered. ''“I just have to use the bathroom real quick”'' you explain, which causes Kate to break out into laughter, as if confirming her suspicions. The way she laughs makes you blush, and some of the other people are eyeing your strangely as well. Now that you take a closer look, you don’t see any breasts or otherwise exposed flesh in the immediate area - maybe it’s just the drugs messing with your head. ''“Ok cool, I’ll be back, don’t move”'' you smile, giving her a kiss on the cheek before skittering away through the crowd, eager to escape the awkwardness of the encounter. By the time you’ve created enough some distance from Kate and the densely packed crowd, the sensation quickly begins to fade. The rate of your heart slows, and your temperature normalizes, having left the flesh furnace behind. You’re eager to discover what lies in store for you next as you take a spin around the room. [[Next|Week 2 Party Hub 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ravealley.jpg" width="400" height="250"></center> The creature’s breath causes the hairs on your neck to stand erect, right before his fangs chomp down on your exposed jugular vein, @@color:cornflowerblue;''“You’re dead, bitch…”''@@. It speaks with a human voice, in a tone that seems almost… familiar? As the fear washes away, your mind is able to work again, cross-referencing the sound with your memory banks, ''“G?”''. @@color:cornflowerblue;''“Who the fuck you think it is? Your boyfriend, or something?”''@@ the jerk retorts, easing some of the pressure on your neck. Angrily, you struggle against his grasp, and though you don’t really escape, he does release you willingly. ''“What the fuck is your problem, man? You scared the shit out of me!”'' you complain. @@color:cornflowerblue;''“Hahaha, fucking scared-ass little bitch”''@@ he taunts, taking great delight in perturbing your existence. Grinning from ear-to-ear, Gary looks back at the couple in the alley, @@color:cornflowerblue;''“What’s wrong? Jealous???”''@@. His crude and simplistic comment fails to encapsulate the depth and breadth of the feelings you were experiencing. Though perhaps, stripped of all the natural and synthetic chemicals, the impulses and sensations you felt could be boiled down, quite simply, to jealousy. Bitterly, you refuse to admit that he’s right, and certainly won’t give him the satisfaction. Unfortunately, it must be written all over your face, so clearly that it stands out through the darkness, @@color:cornflowerblue;''“Hahaha, I knew it… Yeah, I bet you wish you were over there… Down on your knees… Taking that cock in your mouth…”''@@. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“Unnghhh”''@@ the shadowy form grunts, and you turn your head at the sound, just as he violently unloads into her mouth. @@color:cornflowerblue;''“Yo, it’s cool…”''@@ Gary pats you on the shoulder, @@color:cornflowerblue;''“I can help you out with that…”''@@. Confused, you turn back to see Gary slowly lowering the zipper on his jeans. Taken aback, you’re staring down at his pants in disbelief, when his other hand grips the back of your neck and yanks it downward. Bent nearly in half at the waist, you shuffle backwards out of his reach and free yourself. Immediately brushing off his own disrespectful actions, Gary has the gall to push it even further, @@color:cornflowerblue;''“Hahaha, isn't that why you came here? To munch on some tube-steak?”''@@. You’re pissed off now, and you’d like to slug him right in the face, but you know it will only result in a grueling fight, and you don’t want to ruin the vibe of the night. That exquisite connection you had to the world is lost, leaving you angry and irritated with a lingering sense of humiliation. He really does bring out the worst in you, and there’s no way in hell you will let this go unanswered. ''“Yup, I came for the cock, so I’ll be busy, tell your mom she has to take care of herself tonight”''. Gary’s smile fades, and his head lowers slightly, darkening around the eyes that pierce into you through the darkness, @@color:cornflowerblue;''“Watch it…”''@@, he warns. ''“Yo, YOU watch it, man! Don’t try to play me, like I’m some kind of punk…”'' you snap back. He doesn’t seem impressed by your words, but he interprets them as defensive, containing no further insult to himself - or his mother. ''“Now that I think about it…”'' you begin, ''“What are YOU doing out here?”''. The animosity fades, and his eyes narrow, peering at you suspiciously, @@color:cornflowerblue;''“Business”''@@. Pausing a moment, you sigh impatiently, until you finally bite, ''“What kind of business?”''. Wiggling a finger at you, he shakes his head, @@color:cornflowerblue;''“Never ask me about my business…”''@@. You’ve had enough, ''“Ok, Don Corleone, have fun, I got shit to do”'' you announce, before turning to walk away. @@color:cornflowerblue;''“K!”''@@ Gary growls, catching you by the arm to spin you back around, @@color:cornflowerblue;''“I’m just fucking with you, dog, why you always bitch out so fast? You’re pissing me off, Mr. Sensitive”''@@. ''“Because I don’t have time to play your fucking games, man… If you got something to say, spit that shit out, or I’m gone”'' you explain, exasperated by his incessant bafoonery. @@color:cornflowerblue;''“Check this out,”''@@ he schemes, leaning in and lowering his voice, @@color:cornflowerblue;''“Someone on the inside has a package for me, and all you gotta do is bring it to me, then you got a hundred bucks, cash money!”''@@. ''“Pffft”'' you scoff, ''“For a hundreds bucks, yo can do your own dirty work, homie…”'' decidedly walking away from this nonsense. @@color:cornflowerblue;''“Ay, YO!”''@@ He barks, spinning you back around and holding you in place rather firmly, @@color:cornflowerblue;''“Don’t turn your back on me, dog!”''@@. It doesn’t take much for Gary to explode, and from the fire in his eyes to his gritted teeth, you can tell he’s right on the brink. @@color:cornflowerblue;''“You can’t take a joke, motherfucker? I was gonna give you the half the money, too… Five bills! But you’re being such a greedy bitch about it, I shouldn’t give you shit!”''@@. Of course, it was just a joke, for a moment you thought Gary was trying to fuck you out of four hundred dollars. Without answering him, you simply look at the hand he is using to hold you in place. Recognizing your objection, he violently releases you with an added little shove, @@color:cornflowerblue;''“It’s a couple of slopes, Nam and High, they’re holding it for me”''@@. ''“Slopes?”'' you repeat, furrowing your brow. @@color:cornflowerblue;''“Yeah, slopes!”''@@ he reasserts, meeting your disapproval with contempt. @@color:cornflowerblue;''“Oh, my mistake, Mr. Sensitive, politically correct, fucking cock-gobbler…”''@@ he rages, proceeding to mock you with a pretentious tone, @@color:cornflowerblue;''“Please rendezvous with the two Oriental gentlemen in this fine establishment - And GET THE FUCKING PACKAGE!”''@@. He doesn’t stop you this time, and you gladly walk away, mounting the staircase. Barking orders and racial slurs doesn’t really inspire you to help, but you consider doing it, for the money. ''“We’ll see…”'' you shrug, deciding to poke the bear now that you’re nearly atop the stairs, ''“I can’t imagine why they don’t want to deal with you directly…”''. @@color:cornflowerblue;''“Don’t fuck with me, K”''@@ he warns, but you pay him no mind, choosing not to dignify his threat with a response. Opening the door to the club, you leave Gary, and the tension associated with him, out of sight and out of mind. [[Next|Week 2 Party Hub 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ravebar.jpg" width="420" height="236"></center> Even the slightest pause could make this awkward, so you launch right into speech, thinking of the next word as you go, ''“You girls… are……….. AWESOME!”''. You become very animated, bobbing your head and grinning like an idiot. The girls look at each other briefly, before starting to giggle, proving that their level of intoxication is working to your advantage. That said, you’re still at a loss for words, walking up to them completely unprepared. Nervously, you try to adopt a casual stance, shifting most of your weight to one leg and sticking a hand In your pocket. When the smooth bills touch your fingers, your eyes light up, sparking an idea of how to proceed, ''“I just wanted to say, you girls look absolutely beautiful tonight… No bullshit… I mean, WOW!”''. Pulling two of Furio’s bills from your pocket, you hand a crisp hundred dollar bill to each of them, ''“They call me, K, and this is for you”''. Looking bewildered, the girls frown at the unsolicited funds, and one of them speaks up, @@color:pink;''“What the hell? What do you think we are? Hookers?”''@@. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head, ''“WHA- Hookers??? HAHAHAHA!”'' you laugh. ''“No-no-no-no-no… That’s just a gift for a pair of lovely ladies”'' you assure them, ''“It’s not like I expect something from you now, what kind of a creep do you think I am? hehehe”''. They visibly settle down a bit, but still seem a little skeptical of your spontaneous generosity. ''“I don’t really care about money… After a while, even gold loses its luster, so it makes me happy to spread it around a little, ya know?”'' you explain. The girls brighten at the sentiment, smiling and nodding along with you, and the beat. One of them speaks before the other has a chance, @@color:pink;''“Omigawwwd, that’s sooooo nice of you!”''@@ she slurs drunkenly, @@color:pink;''“I’m Britney, and this is my friend Brit”''@@. The other girl chimes in, almost in competition with her friend, @@color:pink;''“Shut uuuup! Gawwd, you’re such a bitch sometimes… I’m Britney, and SHE’s Brit!”''@@. The girls begin to giggle and gently shove each other, flushing pink and heaving at the breast. It doesn’t take you long to realize that these are two drunken, ditsy, bimbo, best friends with a rivalry. Their revelry prompts you to inch closer without spooking the prey, ready to move in for the kill. The proximity excites the air like a kind of sexual magnetism, mingled with the scents of perfume, alcohol and pheromones. ''“The two Britneys, hehehe that’s pretty cool. It’s like I said, keep the money, buy a couple of drinks, get some food later, pay for a cab ride home, or whatever else you want. Just do me one favor….”'' you add, raising up a finger to illustrate the importance of your only condition. Their eyebrows raise, wondering if there is a catch after all, ''“We only live once, so have some FUN tonight!”''. @@color:pink;''“Wooooooo!”''@@ they both howl in agreement, breaking out into a fit of giggles, clumsily gripping and pawing at each other in arousal. One of the girls whispers into the other’s ear, and whatever she said makes her gasp and cover her mouth, @@color:pink;''“Brtiney…”''@@ she playfully chides, giving her a light slap on the arm. Grinning, you take half a step backward, ''“You girls are cool, man hehehe. Relish this moment, and if you need me, I’ll be around…”''. Turning around to walk away, you hesitate, twisting back quickly to address them, ''“Unless of course, if you WANT to hang out with me tonight. I mean, how could I say no to the two hottest girls in the club? You don’t discriminate against rich guys, do you?”''. The whisperer peers at her friend before giving you a blatantly sultry look, her half-lidded eyes fluttering sensually. Floating to your side, she entwines one of your arms with hers, pushing her ample bosom against your shoulder. @@color:pink;''“You’re cuuuute…”''@@ she coos, @@color:pink;''“I think we should thank you properly for being such a nice guy, hehehe”''@@. You jaw begins to fall open at he suggestion, ''“We?”'' you repeat, hoping that she means what you think she means. At that moment, her friend slides to your other side, snaking her arm around yours. This one seems to be the more timid of the pair, mostly just following her friend’s lead. ''“Uhh, yeah… umm”'' you say to the timid girl before turning back to her more aggressive friend. Her open-mouthed smile shows off her shiny, white teeth, and her tongue curls up to provocatively stroke at the roof of her mouth, ''“Because… you, err… I’m... uhhhh…”''. She titters at your sudden apprehension, leading you rather forcefully away from the bar and into the crowd. From the look of it, you’re on a direct path to the bathrooms, and your cock begins to harden in anticipation for what lies ahead. Looking back over your shoulder, you spot Sam at the bar. Throwing him a triumphant grin, you’re amused to see him rolling his eyes and waving at you dismissively. Even through the fog of the room, and the chemicals running through your system, you read his jealousy loud and clear. Directing you to the female facilities, the girls leave you with no option but to be ushered inside. <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc += 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <</if>>\ <<set $dom += 5>>\ <<print "Dominance +5">> <<set $counterfeit -= 200>>\ <<print "Counterfeit Money -200">> [[Next|Week 2 Party Hub 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ravebar.jpg" width="420" height="236"></center> Opening your mouth to address the girls, you’re rendered speechless by their piercing gazes. Frozen like a deer in the headlights, you stare at them, with every passing moment of silence exponentially increasing your level of anxiety. You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks and the sweat forming on your palms, causing your shoulders to raise up defensively. The only way to break this tension is to speak, you have to say something, say anything! ''“Hey! How’s it going?”'' you blurt out with a little more desperation than you intended. They don’t answer, but you still have their attention, ''“You girls look so HOT!”''. They never move, because apparently they already knew that, and you’re just stating the obvious. ''“Soooo, do you come here often?”'' you venture, hoping they actually engage you in conversation. Instead, they give each other a look that says 'uh oh, it’s one of THOSE guys'. One of the girls whispers something into her friend’s ear, and she looks at you from the side of her eye, right before both of them start to giggle. You just know they’re talking about you, and it feels like a punch in the gut, so you quickly try to explain yourself, ''“I mean… like… if you been here before, you probably know the layout… of like, the floor plan of the building, and stuff?”''. One of the girls bears a look of amazed confusion that you’re continuing to speak, while the other is cringing at your pathetic display. For some inexplicable reason, you continue on ''“Just because, like… I can’t find a clock anywhere, and I need to know the time. That’s why I came to talk to you… So do you have the location for the clock of the time?”'' you fumble. One of them rolls her eyes so hard that it tips her whole head over to the side, and the other covers her mouth with both hands - she’s embarrassed FOR you. ''“Yeah, ok, it’s cool, I’ll find it… Cool, thanks…”'' you mutter, quickly turning to walk away, the girls giggling behind you. You’re absolutely steaming now, hot and bothered and humiliated as you take the walk of shame back to your friend. This is the hardest you’ve ever crashed and burned approaching a girl, and now your asshole friend is about to make it ten times worse, @@color:cyan;''“So, how did it go, playboy?”''@@. Refusing to give him the satisfaction, you quickly find an excuse, ''“Pffft… Fucking lesbians, man”''. The look on Sam’s face makes it clear that he doesn’t believe you, and it’s a common excuse for a bitter scrub who can’t close the deal. ''“No, seriously, man… They are literally lesbians, that one chick straight up tongued her friend down right in front of me, no bullshit!”'' you explain. @@color:cyan;''“For real???”''@@ he asks, fascinated as he turns to look at the girls across the bar with redoubled interest. @@color:cyan;''“Daaaamn, I love lesbians…”''@@ he comments, smiling even broader than before. ''“Yeah, I love lesbians too, but guess what, they don’t love you back, you feel me?”'' you add, trying to bring him back to reality. This doesn’t dissuade him from ogling the young ladies, so you continue ''“Don’t waste your time man, there’s plenty of fish in the sea”''. @@color:cyan;''“True, true….”''@@ he replies, but it seems like he’s not even listening to you, instead he pats you firmly on the back, @@color:cyan;''“Yo, I’m gonna hit the can real quick, I’ll check you later, K”''@@. With that said, he walks down along the bar, heading directly for the girls. Shaking your head, you sit back and relax, ready to watch him go down in flames. When he reaches the girls, his back is turned, so you can’t make out what is being said. He’s very animated, and before long he’s leaning up against the bar near the girls. From this angle his mannerisms could indicate that he’s selling them a car or something, but they do seem receptive to his oratory skills. He got a lot further than you did, that’s for sure. After less than two minutes, he’s got a girl under each arm and they’re making their way toward the bathrooms. ''“Son of a bitch…”'' you curse in disbelief, just as Sam’s head swivels around to flash you a triumphant grin. As bad as you felt before, you feel even worse now, stewing over the fact that you lost this round. Luckily, the drugs in your system delete most of the stress you accumulated, and serve to distract you enough to regroup and try again. [[Next|Week 2 Party Hub 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ravebathroom.jpg" width="493" height="320"></center> Twistng your head around confirms your suspicion, it’s Will from gym class, glaring at you rather obnoxiously. The very sight of him makes your cock soften, redistributing the blood into your muscles for an impending altercation. You turn around to face him, with your fat, rubbery cock in-hand, ''“Sorry, this is some heavy lifting… Wanna give me a hand?”''. There’s brief sense of surprise and recognition on his face, as he realizes who you are. Instinctively, his eyes look down to see the kind of meat you’re packing, but he quickly glances away, turning his head in disgust, @@color:slateblue;''“Get that shit out of my face, wimp!”''@@. ''“It’s not in your face”'' you explain, giving it a little waggle to prove your point, ''“But if you’re in such a hurry, why don’t you just bend down and suck-start me like a leaf blower, bigmouth”''. Callously taunting Will, with your dick out, no less, has pretty much the effect you thought it would. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ravebathroomwaggle.gif" width="493" height="320"></center> What he lacks in wit, he makes up for in raw testosterone, muscle mass, and unrelenting egocentrism. Cords begin to stand up on his neck, as his face contorts into rage, seconds away from lashing out at you. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“AY YOOOOOOO!”''@@ cries a desperate voice from further back in the line, @@color:lightsteelblue;''“I’m about to piss on all you motherfuckers in a minute!”''@@. It’s not a threat, but a promise, and the last thing either of you want is this whole room breaking out into an unbridled piss-war. Stifled by the looming sense of mutually assured destruction, Will stands down, and you follow suit. Turning back to the urinal, you release a modest flow of liquid completely unmolested. It’s not very much, but you recall not intending to pee in the first place. Still, it’s nice to know you’re completely dry and ready to accept more psychoactive liquids. You decide not to press your luck further with Will, so you give the sinks a miss, avoiding further contact with him. Stepping out of the line, you give a firm rap on the stall door, alarming the couple within. @@color:lightsteelblue;''“YO! What the fuck, man!”''@@ the dude complains from within the stall, and you just chuckle, reveling in a minor victory of petty jealousy. A little bit lighter, you step out of the bathroom, content to breathe in air that isn’t an aerosol mixture of urine. <<if $masc < 100>>\ <<set $masc += 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity +5">> <</if>>\ <<set $dom += 5>>\ <<print "Dominance +5">> [[Next|Week 2 Party Hub 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ravebathroom.jpg" width="493" height="320"></center> You freeze in terror, realizing that standing right behind you is Will, the bully from your gym class at school. Just knowing that he’s back there makes you nervous, and you’re hiving even more trouble urinating. The couple in the stall next to you continue to rut, and you can hear the light smacking of flesh against flesh as he hollows out her wet pussy. Grasping your dick only makes it swell painfully, hardening with arousal and apprehension. Closing your eyes, you try to block everything out, focusing only on your bladder. Taking a deep breath to find some kind of relaxation only backfires, filling your lungs with piss and wind, nearly making you gag. Thankfully, as a side effect, your dick softens out of revulsion, finally giving you chance to relieve yourself and escape this predicament. That notion is immediately shattered when a strong hand grips your neck where it meets the shoulder. @@color:slateblue;''“What’s taking so long, punk!”''@@ he growls, sending a shiver through your body that thoroughly corks your juices. Somehow, you have to get through this without Will discovering your identity, so you don’t reply. Instead, you bow your head and try to force it out, straining under the irregular conditions. Unable to perform, you become frustrated, waggling your cock in an effort to get the flow started. @@color:slateblue;''“Are you pissing? Or just playing with it??”''@@ Will presses you, squeezing you harder and making it impossible to get going, @@color:slateblue;''“Am I gonna have to squeeze it out of you?”''@@ Opening your mouth to reply, you swallow back the words, refusing to blow your cover unless absolutely necessary. It suddenly dawn on you, that there’s a simple solution to this potentially dangerous situation. You can simply zip up your pants and walk away without any cause for embarrassment. Just as you’re reaching for your zipper, Will startlingly barks in your ear, @@color:slateblue;''“Time’s up, wimp!”''@@. With one swift tug, your pants and underwear are yanked down to your ankles with so much force that they could have been torn. Completely stunned, you stand bare-assed to the world, completely exposed under the buzzing fluorescent lights. Laughter erupts in the room, breaking your paralysis, so you immediately reach down to retrieve your pants. If you were shocked before, you’re absolutely mortified when you feel his large hands encircling your naked hips, and clamping down with incredible force. Immediately, you try to escape, but are unable to budge an inch, as if encased in stone. Trapped, cold and afraid, you recall his comment about squeezing it out of you. Did he mean from the inside? Will presses down on the small of your back with his thumbs, forcing you to bend over further, with your head nearly in the urinal, and your pelvis tilted at a decidedly feminine angle. Does he plan to stuff his giant sausage so far up your ass that it flattens your bladder from within? As if to answer your question, you feel a heavy, flaccid club of a cock brush against your inner thigh. Your body jerks in a single violent convulsion, more out of shock than as a legitimate effort to escape. Hysterical, mocking laughter assails you from every direction, and you desperately try to block it out. Louder, and more pronounced than ever, the girl in the stall moans and wails in submissive bliss. Peeking through the crack of the stall, you see her, but she doesn’t meet your gaze. Her eyes are rolled up in her head, lost to another dimension, as her body is rocked by the forceful blows of the cock that subjugated her. You thought she was a slut, but at least she’s hidden in a bathroom stall. What does it say about you? Bent over, puckered up, and ready to get your butt thumped by the biggest bully of them all. Do you dare speak now and reveal yourself? If only to spare you the humiliation of being publicly sodomized? You fear it would only make things worse, but you’re ready to beg Will for mercy at this point. Given the choice, you would willingly ride his dick in one of the stalls instead of being subjected to this. There’s no other way, you have to do it, you have to beg him, do it now! Your mouth works open and shut, unable to form the words; begging him to stop, and promising to do anything he wants. You’d suck his cock, lick his balls, let him fuck you like a girl, moan and cry when he cums in your ass - Anything but this! ''“…please”'' you manage to whimper, but it was so soft and reedy that it likely went unheard. You feel Will stir behind you, taking a wider stance, just as you remember his last words - Time’s up. This is it, he’s mounting you like a bitch, the head of his cock effortlessly pushing open your plush ass like the petals of a willing flower. Your mouth falls open just as he makes contact with your tight little hole, causing your knees to shake in terror. @@color:pink;''“AAAHHHHH AHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHH”''@@ the girl in the stall climaxes, creaming that guy’s cock while he continues to fuck her roughly, right through her orgasm. Knowing that you’re about to join her, you willingly submit, relaxing your hole to accept inevitability. Will slowly thrusts his cock forward and you flinch, hitting the top of your head on the urinal as he attempts to penetrate you. The drugs in your system must have made you numb on the inside, because you can’t feel anything enter you. Even so, your sensitive little asshole feels the contours of every vein and lump along the length of his immense cock as it sinks deeper. There is no pain, but it feels like he’s steadily travelling through your body, pushing up against your balls from the inside. It doesn’t seem possible, but your balls are separated, stretched out to either side by the very girth of his cock alone. Even more astonishingly, his cock seems to pass through your body, travelling along the length of your own cock, and even further still. Your eyes flutter open at the strange feeling, until they focus on the impressive package poking out from between your legs. <center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/ravebathroomwillcock.jpg" width="401" height="348"></center> It all becomes abundantly clear, and you feel the shaft of Will’s cock jammed in the crack of your ass, travelling from your hole, along your taint and past your balls, beyond even the tip of your own cock. With your head bent down into the urinal, it looks like you have two cocks, although one is much larger than the other. The extra cherry on top of the humiliation, is that his cock is still longer than yours, even when he’s standing behind you. All you can do it blankly stare at his superior member, wondering what it’s like to be a hung, alpha stud. <body> <img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/alanpee.gif" height= "506" width="286" style="float:left;"/>\ The answer comes in the form of a pressurized blast of urine from the tip of Will’s cock. It strikes the back of the urinal with enough force to splash suddenly, and though you try to turn your head, you’re being sprinkled with a fine mist of urine. His pipe vibrates, like straddling a garden hose at full blast. The very rush of fluid through his powerful cock tickles your asshole, forcing it to open and close, planting little kisses at the base of his shaft. Your sensitive taint trembles at the sensation, almost making you wish you had a pussy, just so you could feel more pleasure at this precise moment. The sensation makes your tiny balls quake, and your flaccid, impotent dicklet lays across his bulbous member like a piece of garnish adorning the main course - and you could feed an army with that thing. </body> It seems to take forever, but is also over before you can fully process what happened. You watch as the flow subsides, right down to the final few drips, which incidentally, end up landing in your pants. Zipping himself up, Will gives you a firm slap on the ass, @@color:slateblue;''“Thanks, bitch”''@@, before releasing you and walking away. The first thing you do is pull your shirt up over your head, before pulling up your pants as well. Scrunching the neck of your shirt into a tiny eye-hole, you’re able to navigate the room, as well as wipe some of the piss off your face. You would love to use the sink right now, but there’s no way you’re staying In here after that. Hurrying out the door, you’re relieved to see that Will is nowhere in sight. Taking a moment to clean yourself up as best you can, you’re eventually able to rejoin the festivities. <<if $masc != 0>>\ <<set $masc -= 5>>\ <<print "Masculinity -5">> <</if>>\ <<set $sub += 5>>\ <<print "Submission +5">> [[Next|Week 2 Party Hub 2]]

<center><img src="https://mopoga.com/embed/old-school-blazin/images/raveinterior.jpg" width="400" height="300"></center> [["Breathe" by The Prodigy|https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmHDhAohJlQ]] The hypnotic atmosphere has you entranced, as you wade through a sea of ghostly faces, each visage twisted by superficial joy. Your disembodied head seems to float around the room, wide-eyed and grinning impishly. To any onlooker, you would seem completely insane, but luckily, you’re already in a madhouse. Several points of interest draw your attention, beckoning you in with their dimly glowing lights. An exit sign at the back of the room glows orange, possibly acting as a potential escape route if need be. A green sign reflects with every strobe of light, marked with the universal symbols for male and female lavatories. On another side of the room, a long bar glows invitingly, dimly lit by hastily arranged neon lights. The entire middle of the room is a dancefloor, fully occupied by undulating bodies, though some areas are more densely packed than others. Whether by choice or pure instinct, you find yourself floating over to the: -End of Content-

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