In a busy high school, the girls in the PE class had just finished their workout and were heading to the locker room to change. As they undressed, they heard strange sniffing sounds coming from behind the lockers. Glancing around, they saw a pair of eyes peeping through a small gap between the lockers.
"Hey! Who's there?" One of the girls demanded, walking over to the source of the noise.
Suddenly, a young boy stepped out from his hiding place, looking terrified. He was a few years younger than them, and they all recognized him as one of the school's outcasts.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Another girl shouted, grabbing him by the collar.
The boy stammered out an apology, saying he didn't mean any harm. But the girls weren't in the mood for excuses. They were furious that their privacy had been invaded.
"You've got some nerve, looking at us like that!" One of them said, pushing him to the ground.
Before he could react, they'd put a collar around his neck and fastened a leash to it, treating him like a pathetic animal. They called him dirty names and made him crawl on all fours as they dragged him along behind them.
"Get on your knees, you disgusting pervert," one of them ordered.
The boy obeyed, his face flushed with shame. One of the girls produced a glass bowl filled with a steaming pile of shit. The boy recoiled in horror, but they were having none of it.
"Taste what you've been missing," another of them sneered.
With tears in his eyes, he leaned forward and opened his mouth, allowing them to force the repulsive food into his mouth. He gagged and choked as he tried to swallow, but they kept pushing it down his throat.
"Suck it up, slave." They giggled, watching him squirm in disgust.
They made him clean the bowl with his tongue, licking every last drop of their shit from the surface. Finally, they pulled him back onto his feet and kicked him hard, sending him sprawling onto the floor.
"Get out of here, you piece of shit!" They screamed, leaving him to crawl back to his hideout, humiliated and covered in their filth.
From that day forward, the boy avoided the girls like the plague. He knew the price of curiosity, and it was a steep one indeed.
