Daddydrew

Still unable to really cope what just happen, Andrew covered his eyes as he was stripped. Pouting a little, "No it was just an accident. It won't...it won't happen again". As he was stripped he then covered his tiny self

Breathing heavy, Mark peaked around the corner and didn't see the bigger student. Exhausted both physically and mentally, he didn't even want to go to his next class. What was the point? No matter where he went his would be picked on, even if he did graduate and found a job. Going to the bathroom he sat on the toilet to think about the decision. Mark was near his breaking point with all his stress and anxiety. He had come to a decision. Waiting till his class with Martha he waited outside the classroom a little early

Andrew's body was frozen as he couldn't hold back, more and more came out. His body shook as his legs almost buckled once his body was done. Looking down, still unaware of what he had just done. "N..n..no no...I...I didn't mean too." Andrew said as tears started to form. Not fighting Carl on being picked up as he was soaked and smelled like piss

Feeling like the night came and gone quickly. Mark's dreams were so vivid, haunting. Though those last moments, being cared and cuddled, those didn't happen in real life. "But...maybe they could?" he thought to himself Doing his best to get his focus back on school, he felt a little normalcy as he was in his first class. But then the insult from behind. His head whipped but saw it was a much taller student and Mark decided against it. Nearly sprinting away and being so mad and sad that this was still happening

Grabbing onto the table with both his hands, his legs started to shake as he could feel himself being stuck and unable to move. "I have to get to the bathroom." he said. Slowly turning towards it, but walking was so hard as he crossed his legs as best he could. He only got about 6 steps before he fell to his knees. Slowly crawling, a bit more and more, before...his body gave out and he started to pee all over the floor

Once inside his room, Mark's heart is pounding. The adrenaline and excitement he felt, was he really going to give into his teachers? His desires? Mark did his best to go to bed but he tossed and turned all night. Once it was morning he showered, got dressed and headed to school.

"Yes please." Andrew said as he reached for his glass of water. Drinking it fast as he felt a little dehydrated. Taking a moment to relax, he thought it was over, but his face said something different

Snatching the phone back, Mark turned his back and took a few steps. "I will, see you tomorrow." he said as he blushed and ran to his room.

"Yeah I...I think so." Andrew said as he paused just for a moment. Andrew started doing deep breath's, "haha man that breakfast, ooh, must have hit different."

Waiting patiently, as though he was a good boy, he let Martha help me out and onto his feet. He cracked a big smile at the ruffling, but soon put his head down and said, "Thanks I will be." Before he walked off he said, "Oh my phone, you still have it."

"Yes" Andrew said in excitement, wasting no time in getting rid of it. Though Andrew was surprised at the rush of his bowels, but shrugged it off as he just figured it was the food. His stomach making some noises again, Andrew did his best to ignore it as he washed his hands and entered back into the kitchen

Thinking hard on Martha's words, he pondered. Mark's eyes looked straight, lost in his thoughts and spacing out. "Af..after class?" he mumbled. Soon realizing they were here, he waited to be let out. "Pft, yeah I'll think on it. But trust me, the answer you get will be the same as right now."

At this point as Andrew sat on the toilet, he felt like everything from last night was out of his system. Feeling so much better than where he was an hour ago. As he flushed, he looked at the pull up, not wanting to put it back on. He opened the door a little and yelled out, "Carl, do I still need to wear this? The pull up? I really don't need it anymore."

"No I." Mark said before stopping himself, his right hand tapping the seat over and over. Mark was fighting it, doing his best to not give in to her, give into his urges. "I am a man...not a good boy...I mean boy." he said as he was started to fumble his words a bit more

After scarfing down his food, his could feel a bit of a rumble in his stomach. "Scuse me, I have to use the bathroom." he said as started to get down from his seat