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"George, should we be doing this?" Asked Harold as he pumped Mr. Krupp's unconscious head up and down on his dick. The thick saliva flowing out of the mouth of the zonked out principle and dripping down onto Harold's pubes, as well as his office floor.
"Harold, of course we should. This little bitch does nothing but make others' lives miserable," George grunted, slowly fucking in an out of Krupp's glutinous ass, but surprisingly tight ass hole.
You may remember George and Harold. The two fourth graders who hypnotized their vicious principle, Mr. Krupp, to become the world's greatest superhero, Captain Underpants. Well, these little fourth graders have now become sixth graders and according to Harold, 'basically adults'. Sixth graders no longer take interest in superheroes and magical powers, but what they did take interest in was their dicks. After a long day of school, they needed an outlet, a sexual outlet. And who better to use then their oblivious, fat, and insufferable little principle.
The two boys were on either end of the meaty man, occupying both his holes. Harold taking advantage of his giant mouth, leaning against his desk, while George plowed his bottom, watching the fat on his body jiggle with each thrust. Harold also increased the speed of his actions, following George, both chasing euphoria.
Mr. Krupp's eyes rolled to the back of his head, with the newfound pace, his own body twitching to release.
"Arrrghh" He groaned around Harold's cock, releasing more slobber from his wide mouth.
Harold giggled, tilting Mr. Krupp's head up towards him, and peering at the hilarious sight. Only the whites of his eyes visible, cheeks red, snot running down his noes and mixing with his saliva and sweat, head twitching with each thrust of George's cock.
"Look at the pathetic little pig, just dying to come." Harold sniggered, increasing his pace once again, his own eyes rolling to the back of his head as he finally came. Harold held Krupp's head down to the base of his dick, coming down the man's throat, half of it falling out of his open mouth and back on Harold's pubes. Harold grunted, ripping the man's head off of his dick, and letting it smack against the hard tile-floor, now oversensitive. George grunted hard as he fucked his principle, now without the hold of Harold, his entire body rocking to and fro with the rhythm of each thrust. Krupp's two limp arms began to flail at his sides, and more grunts began to fall out of his mouth, but were now muffled by the office floor.
"Yess bitch. Take my cock you fat, ugly mother fucker." George yelled, shooting his load into Mr. Krupp's asshole, filling it to the brim. He heaved, collapsing next to the beefy man.
Mr. Krupp lay still, completely unconscious, face down on the dirty tiled floor. Harold frowned, turning with the man over by his shoulder with a bit of struggle. He zipped up his pants, ignoring the cum and drool on them, and crawled on top of the whale thighs of the man, looking at his hard, untouched, veiny penis.
Harold sighed, "Poor guy."
He began to fondle Mr. Crupp's man tits, massaging them.
"ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ"
Both the boys jumped at the large snore that erupted from their principle. George too tired to react, but Harold giggled, continuing his groping. He then lifted Mr. Krupp's surprisingly small penis, examining his hairy little testicles. The principle continued to snore, cum and saliva dripping out of his mouth, tired from the abuse his body just endured.
"Awww fattie didn't get to come did he?" Harold joked, tickling Mr. Krupp's balls. The man's snore stuttered, as his hips grinded against the air, begging to be touched.
Harold smirked and began to massage Krupp's balls. Suddenly, he raised his hand, and smacked his principle's testicles with all the power he could muster up.
"ZZZAAARGGH" The man jolted, his eyes rolling even further into his head. His tongue now hung out of his seemingly permanently open mouth, dripping with his slobber and Harold's seed.
Harold continued his torture, spanking his balls 5-6 more times, before getting bored.
"Hmmm. What else can we make him do?"
The snores kept getting louder, so naturally, Harold pinched the noisy man 's nose with his fingers.
"Ahh, silence." He giggled.
"Agghh" George groaned, finally coming out of his disheveled state. Smacking the chubby man's face, just because he could, and watched it whip to the other side.
Harold, got up from Mr. Krupp's body, thinking they were done molesting the naked man for today. But then suddenly, George snapped his fingers.
The Beefy man's corneas returned to the front, his eyes turning glassy. He stood up, in front of the two boys, arms hanging by his sides.
"Command me daddies." He moaned.
The two boys chuckled at the name, nothing was funnier than a man 30 years older than them, and 150 pounds heavier, calling these little 6th graders 'daddy'.
George walked over to the hypnotized cum dumpster, grabbing both sides of his face. He fondled the mans fat head, squeezing and pulling his cheeks. He looked into his glassy eyes, and smacked his face once again. No reaction. He raised his other arm, and smacked his face to face the other side. No reaction. He then grabbed his chin and pulled his head back, the man's big mouth right in front of George's face to examine. He reached an arm inside, Mr. Krupp gagging at the intrusion, and the boy pulled out a handful of Harold's cum, dropping it to the ground. Harold stood in confusion, but let George do his thing. He knew George had a thing with just playing with Mr. Krupp's naked body.
George continued to empty out his throat with his arm, gags erupting from the fat man each time. After he was done George smirked, taking a step back.
"Krupp. You are now a dog. Clean up this mess on the floor with your tongue." George ordered.
Mr. Krupp obeyed, getting on his hand and knees.
"Woof!" He barked, sticking his tongue out of his mouth.
"Awwww" Harold laughed. Going over to pet the fat man who thought he was a dog. Mr. Krupp yipped, happily rubbing against Harold's hand. George smacked his principle's face once again.
"Lick it up bitch." He commanded, pointing to the floor. Mr. Krupp whimpered at the abuse. Then all of a sudden, smacked his head against the hard floor, walking on all fours and dragging his tongue with him, head bowed.
Harold grimaced. That had to hurt.
Both boys watched their principle lap up the dirty ground until it was spotless. His naked ass high, and his face dragging against the floor. Harold and George delivered a few tight spanks to his butt, throwing him off balance for a moment. Harold even sat on his back, pretending to ride a donkey. kicking his chubby love-handles, every time he wanted Mr. Krupp to go faster. After a while Krupp halted, finally sitting his ass down, and squatting, his (still hard) pathetic excuse for a cock hanging between his open whale legs. Krupp yipped, his tongue out, covered with dirt, cum, saliva, and even a piece of green gum.
"Swallow it fattie." George smirked. Mr. Krupp's tongue finally rolled back into his mouth and he swallowed all of the clutter that lay on his tongue without a thought in his mind. Harold laughed. This poor, poor, man.
George then snapped his fingers once again, watching Krupp's glassy eyes reappear, and he stood up, taking his hypnotized stance once again.
"Command me daddies." He recited, completely thoughtless and pliable.
"Wear your clothes." George sighed.
"Come on George! I'm hard again, I was gonna make him actually suck it this time." Harold whined.
"Harold he'll probably vomit after what he just swallowed. Plus, it's getting dark, and it's my turn to take the fat fuck home for the weekend." George explained, watching the beefy man button up his shirt.
Every weekend the boys take turns bringing him home. They keep him hypnotized and in their closet, making him pee in a bottle, and occasionally feeding him their vegetables and a juice box. George came up with the system because now then could use him whenever they pleased. Personally, Harold loved hiding him under his blanket at night, and having him suck his cock the whole night. George didn't care much for his mouth, too much saliva, but he could fuck into that fat ass for the rest of his life. Yes, it may seem immoral but hey, the pathetic man already had no life out of this school. They were practically doing him a favor by getting him out of that house for the weekend!
"What are your plans with him?" Harold asked.
"I'm gonna make him keep coming in bottles, and then I'm gonna make him drink those bottles throughout the week." George sniggered, Harold following.
George pulled out their cart from behind the table, snapping towards Mr. Krupp.
"Pass out in the cart and don't wake up until I snap again." He ordered. Krupp nodded, yawning. He tipped to the left and to the right before falling face down in the cart. It was a miracle how he hadn't lost any teeth yet. His legs adjusted to fit into the cart, and his ass lifted up into the air. George sighed, punching the side of his ass to droop to the right instead of straight up. Harold grabbed a familiar red curtain and lay it over the man, completely covering the body and head.
"Don't forget to feed him, you always do and he passes out Monday morning when we remove the hypnosis." Harold scolded.
"I wont, I wont, don't worry." George reassured his best friend, walking the now heavy cart out of Mr. Krupp's office.
It was amazing how finding a little hypnotic ring in a cereal box lead to their sexual awakening at the ripe age of 12. Mr. Krupp was now theirs to use and he could do nothing about it. It was almost thrilling when every morning, after walking him back to school and removing the hypnosis, that line on his forehead reappears, and a frown takes its rightful place onto that man's face. And Krupp screams at George and Harold, completely oblivious to the fact that the two sixth graders have explored his body more times than Krupp has even seen himself naked. Oblivious to the fact that if he were a women he would've been likely pregnant with their sperm. Oblivious to the fact that they have made him bend in ways Krupp didn't even know were possible for him to do.
And all that, because of a plastic ring.