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patrique

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  1. it happened to me every day for three years. i had always been really small as a kid, smaller than all the others. i was 4’0 in 6th grade when i met my gym teacher, Coach Roberts. he was massive, powerful, and absolutely terrifying. he was 7’0 and built like a tank. his biceps were huge and he had this beard that was so thick and long, i had no idea how he was so bald. anyways, the first day of school i had gym my last period. after running laps all period, i seriously had to pee. the line for the bathroom right next to coach’s office was super long. coach saw me doing the potty dance right outside his office window. he opened up his door and pulled me inside. “you gotta go number 1 little guy?” he asked me in his deep, booming voice. trembling, i nodded. he locked his door and shut the blinds. towering over me, he grabbed my hands and pinned me down on the ground with one hand. he sat on my tiny legs and with the other hand, pulled up my shirt and tickled my belly ferociously. i started giggling like crazy and he clamped his hand over my mouth and got right in my face. his breath was sour and rank. it made my eyes water. he told me to not make a peep or i’d be doing push-ups all period tomorrow. he returned to scribbling his insanely long fingers all over my tummy, despite my pleas about having to pee. he just laughed and tickled me faster. it didn’t help that his weight was pressing up against my bladder. i couldn’t help it, it tickled too much. i felt my bladder release, and my shorts were warm and wet. coach smiled and patted me on the head. “can i go now?” i asked quietly. grinning evilly, he said he had some extra credit for me. grabbing a belt on his desk, he tied my hands to the leg of the table above my head. he proceeded to tickle my tummy with both hands, still expecting me to stay silent. my face was red and i felt like i’m gonna explode. the tickling sensation was too much. and then, just like that, he let me go. he told me not to tell anyone about my “extra credit” unless i wanted to fail PE. so every single day after the bell rang for eighth period, coach would pull me into his office and force me to drink an entire water bottle. he would tie my hands up and tie rope or a belt or a tie to the shelf above his chair. he’d put his huge hands up my shirt and trace his long fingers along the edge of my tummy, ribs, and sides. i was expected to not move an inch and not make a sound and allow this man who was 3 feet taller than me to torment me until i peed my pants. and he wouldn’t let me go unless i peed. it was so strange at first and it felt so humiliating to be so powerless to someone so large.
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