Fourteen

Thanks to the shit monster, the students in Mr. Ratburn's class got front row seats to the Tehran Olympics. This was a once in a lifetime experience for these children. However, it was sure to yield post-traumatic stress disorder for the majority of them, considering they were stuck with a pedophile in their class, nearly died in a plane crash and encountered a creature made from the toxic wastes of said pedophile.

Binky was eating a pastrami sandwich and drinking a Sprite. Unfortunately, Cletus did not seem to be okay with this. Cletus took a break from his warm ups (which he decided to do, naked as the day he was born, because that was the closest Emmanuel could get to the 'Mary Moo Cow and the Naked Backflip' fanfiction that he always orgasmed to, and Cletus and Emmanuel had many homoerotic encounters).

"You are so fat," Cletus said. "You're a gay boy who needs to become straight, because heterosexuality is what Jesus wanted. You are sinning against God and are just as bad as them people opening up a porn store."

Binky burped in Cletus' face and rolled his eyes. "I'm not gay; I stared at my ballet teacher's boobs the other day."

"Binky, your ballet teacher is a transvestite," Molly corrected him, calling from a couple seats away from him. Binky shot her a death stare. Meanwhile, Tibby was making out with Slink, sitting on his lap and grinding against his male organ that I shall not name because it's too sacred.

"Is this borderline pedophilia?" Slink asked Tibby. "I mean, you sent me nudes on Tinder and you're as flat as a ten year old, but you are eighteen."

"Love has no age..." Tibby sighed wistfully.

"I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!" Cletus screamed in agony, at the sight of his one true love locking lips with someone who wasn't even in his class.

"Cletus..." Tibby confessed, "You were too much for me to handle. You nearly got us killed because of your bowels. It's not okay."

"But I'm in the Olympics!" Cletus cried.

"Cletus, you know that I love penis. I really don't think that we can reproduce with your micropenis in my loose vagina. It would be impossible for the sperm - that is, the semen - that is, the cum - to transfer from your testicles to my ovaries. Slink has a much larger penis."

(Apparently, Tibby had enough balls to say the p-word herself.)

"Damn, this place should be called Tear-your-heart-ran," the shit monster commented, eating a halal hot dog on the bleachers behind them.

Then, the ghost of the Grand Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini emerged from the shadows.

"These degenerate westerners must clean themselves before these sacred games. Otherwise, I would suggest beheading them all, especially the fat homosexual with the orange shirt. I think he should be circumcised."

"I LIKE MY UNCIRCUMCISED PENIS!" Binky cried, fearing for the loss of his manhood.

However, the ghost of the late Iranian Islamist revolutionary wasn't the only one to hear Binky's irreverent statement. The head of the Tehran Olympics ordered that Binky would have a public circumcision during the Games, while the rest of Mr. Ratburn's class had to take public showers.

"I don't wanna be naked in front of all these people!" Fern cried. "I don't want them to check my boobs before potentially cas-"

"DON'T SAY ANYMORE, FERN!" Francine screamed. "You want to get in more trouble like that dumb-ass homo, Binky Barnes?"

All of the students stripped down to their naked tween bodies. They all had ten toes, two nipples. All of the boys had penises, because males have those genitals. However, if they were to be castrated, they would have smooth fronts like the females present.

A large showerhead emerged from the ground, much like that weird thing in the Teletubbies that shouted "TIME FOR TELETUBBIES, TIME FOR TELETUBBIES!"

"When are the boys going to compare penises?" Cletus asked, his erection growing, as he was still naked.

"THAT'S GROSS!" shouted Buster. "Why would we do something like that?"

Cletus didn't want to admit that ever since he joined Mr. Ratburn's third grade class, he had fantasized about his classmates comparing genitals. Unfortunately for Cletus, his comment was deemed as homoerotic, and he was forced to become disqualified from the Olympics and join Binky in become circumcised.

"WE CAME HERE FOR NOTHING!" Francine screamed. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? AND NOW I'M NAKED IN FRONT OF ALL THESE PERVS!"

The circumcisor walked over to Binky and Cletus and got to work on their foreskins. This was yet another pivotal moment in these childrens' lives. The combination of having his penis touches and watching these kids in the shower made Cletus orgasm like he had never done in his life.

"Damn, I underestimated him," Tibby muttered.

The cum blinded the circumcisor and he fell to the ground, cracking his head. Blood pooled out on the ground.

However, the fainting was not due to being blinded by semen. Behind them stood two members of ISIS, holding shotguns. One of them had shot the circumcisor straight in the brain. Of course, a gunshot to the brain is fatal, that is, deadly, of course, because, of course, you'd be brain dead, of course.

What happened next shocked everyone the most. The two members of ISIS took off their masks. These faces turned out to be none other than George Lundgren and Nigel Ratburn.

A/N: Oooooh, cliffhanger! I know it's been ages since I worked on this fic, but since the man-baby is still writing shower stories, the satire must continue. Why are Mr. Ratburn and George part of ISIS? How did they get out of prison in the first place? Let's find out next chapter. Chapter 15, that is.

Love,

TTW