Baseball Team Rapes Teacher
Part 5: Parent-Teacher Conference
by Conor
Mr. Flanagan was sitting at his desk in his classroom, thinking about how much his life had changed in the past few months. He could not believe that he had become a sex slave for this ever-expanding group of boys -- not to mention one demented baseball coach. The teacher hated to admit that he often enjoyed the abuse. But still, he knew he had to find a way to end it.
It was the end of the marking period, and report cards were due. Mr. Flanagan knew he could use this to his advantage. He knew that athletes were not allowed to play if they received even one failing grade. While most of the boys who had raped him were out of his reach, one was not. Kevin, the captain of the baseball team and the leader of the assaults, was in Mr. Flanagan's 3rd-period class. If he simply gave Kevin a failing grade, he would not be able to play this season. Perhaps that would persuade the boy to finally end these attacks.
Mr. Flanagan was determined to finally stand up to these boys. After all, they were only BOYS. He could not let them control him any longer. So, in the box next to Kevin's name, Mr. Flanagan wrote a "D".
A week later the report cards went home. The next day, as Kevin passed Mr. Flanagan's desk, he simply said, "You're gonna pay for this, fag." The teacher tried to ignore him. He wasn't worried. After all, what more could Kevin do to hurt him?
"This has been the longest day," thought Mr. Flanagan as he sat in his classroom at 8:30 p.m. It was parent-teacher conference night, and the teacher had been at the school for over 12 hours. He had already done 12 conferences, and he only had one more to go. He looked at his schedule to see who was next. "Richard Thompson." Oh great, thought Mr. Flanagan, it's Kevin's dad. This should be interesting.
After a few minutes there was a knock on the door, and in walked Mr. Thompson, who Mr. Flanagan knew was a big-shot lawyer downtown. And behind him came Kevin, who shut the door behind him. This was odd. While students were allowed to attend the conferences, very few chose to do so, and Mr. Flanagan got a little nervous when he saw Kevin.
"Mr. Thompson, how are you?" said Mr. Flanagan as they shook hands. "Hello, Kevin." Neither Kevin nor his father said anything. Mr. Flanagan took a moment to check out the handsome lawyer. He looked like a larger version of Kevin. He was about 6-foot-2, and he looked like he kept in shape. He was wearing a dark suit with a power tie.
"Would you like to have a seat?" Mr. Flanagan asked, trying to be nice. Still, neither said a word. The teacher sat down on his desk, wondering what these two were up to.
Then Kevin looked up at his dad, and Mr. Thompson spoke. "I'm here for two reasons, Mr. Flanagan. First, I need to ask you to reconsider Kevin's grade in your class." He paused, waiting for Mr. Flanagan to respond.
"Well, Mr. Thompson," said the teacher, "the quality of Kevin's work has fallen off quite a bit, and --"
Mr. Thompson cut him off. "Mr. Flanagan, I'm not here to get excuses. I'm here to see that my son receives a B in your class. If we can't come to an agreement, there are always legal means to handle such situations."
"Well, sir, I don't really see how this is a legal issue," argued Mr. Flanagan, who was starting to get nervous.
Mr. Thompson laughed. "Oh, I believe we could come up with something. Don't you agree, son?" Kevin just smiled.
Oh my god, thought Mr. Flanagan, his mind whirling. He knew! Kevin's father knew what had been going on! At that point, Mr. Flanagan really believed he would be going to jail. Jesus, how did he get into this mess?
Father and son were looking at the teacher, awaiting a response. "Okay," he said, "I'll change the grade." Please, he thought, please let that be enough for him.
"I'm glad," said Mr. Thompson with a smile. "But remember, I said I was here for two reasons. We have worked out the grade issue, but there is a much larger issue we must still discuss."
Oh no, thought Mr. Flanagan. "And what is that?"
"It appears," the lawyer began, "that you have been taking advantage of my son in a sexual way. Of course, as I said before there are always legal means to deal with such situations. But I feel that we could work this one out on our own. Without going to the police." Clearly, his last line was meant as a threat.
Mr. Flanagan was beginning to realize that Mr. Thompson was just as sick and cruel as his son, if not more so. He tried to think of a way to avoid getting into a "compromising position," but he couldn't think of anything. "So, Mr. Thompson, what do you suggest?"
Mr. Thompson looked the teacher straight in the eye. "I suggest you get down on your knees and suck my cock, you faggot."
A couple months ago, such a statement would have shocked Mr. Flanagan. But after all that he had experienced, it didn't startle him a bit. He simply sighed, then knelt down on the floor in front of the tall lawyer, and reached for his crotch. He unbuckled Mr. Thompson's belt, and then unzipped his fly. His suit pants fell down to his ankles, and Mr. Flanagan reached to pull down the paisley boxer shorts.
When he removed Mr. Thompson's underwear, Mr. Flanagan could see that there was indeed quite of a family resemblance between Kevin and his father. Mr. Thompson's soft cock was 8 inches long and as big around as Mr. Flanagan's wrist. Mr. Flanagan sucked the big cockhead into his mouth and immediately felt the huge soft beast begin to grow. Within a few seconds, Mr. Thompson's dick was completely hard.
At 11 inches, his hardon wasn't quite as long as his son's, but it was a bit thicker. For the first time in quite some time, Mr. Flanagan was having difficulty deep-throating a cock. He had been practicing since he was 14 years old, and in the past few months he'd been getting quite a workout with Kevin's foot-long rod. But Mr. Thompson's big, thick monster was almost more than the cocksucking teacher could handle. As the lawyer slammed his huge cock deep down his throat, Mr. Flanagan began to gag and choke.
"What's wrong, Mr. Flanagan?" jeered Kevin, who had removed his pants and was stroking his foot-long club.
"You've had plenty of practice at that. Go on Dad, fuck his god damn face!"
Mr. Thompson, clearly wanting to impress his son, began to pound his big dick in and out of the servile teacher without mercy. Mr. Flanagan's mouth and throat were stretched more than ever before, and he was having trouble breathing. Just as he thought he could take no more, he heard Kevin's voice: "Okay, Dad, why don't you give him a break."
Mr. Flanagan was surprised by Kevin's sympathy, but he was relieved when his father pulled his monstrous erection out of his mouth. Before Mr. Flanagan had a chance to catch his breath, however, Kevin surprised him again. The boy put his hands on the back of his teacher's head and slammed his cock into his mouth. "It's my turn!"
While Mr. Flanagan was relieved by the slight reduction in width, he found himself gagging on the extra inch in length. Soon, though, the teacher became used to the familiar size of Kevin's pole, and he concentrated on giving the high schooler the best blow job he could.
Meanwhile, Mr. Thompson was getting bored. He thought of something his son had told him. "Is it true what you said, Kevin?" he asked his son. "Is it true that this faggot teacher's ass feels even better than pussy?"
Kevin laughed. "Yeah, Dad, his ass feels so fucking great! And he loves it, too! Don't you, Flanagan?"
That was all the persuasion the horse-hung lawyer needed. He took off Mr. Flanagan's belt and pulled down his pants, revealing the teacher's tight, round ass. Mr. Thompson wasn't familiar with the idea of lube, so he just lined his fat cockhead up against the hole and, with one thrust, impaled Mr. Flanagan upon his long, fat cock.
Mr. Flanagan had never felt such pain in his life. He would have screamed, but Kevin's cock plugged up his mouth. His ass was stretching and tearing to accommodate the 3-inch width of Mr. Thompson's fuckpole. As the man began to slide in and out, Mr. Flanagan felt like his ass was being torn apart. It felt like his delicate organs were being crushed, and some of them probably were.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah!" screamed Mr. Thompson. "It's so tight, so hot! Look at me, Kevin, I'm fucking your teacher just like I fuck your mother!"
Kevin was extremely turned on by the entire situation.
Watching his father fuck his teacher's ass was putting him over the edge. In a few moments, Kevin pulled his big cock out of Mr. Flanagan's mouth and stroked it hard and fast. Cum started to shoot out of the hard horsecock, and Kevin shot as much of it as he could on his teacher's face.
Mr. Flanagan felt the cum shoot into his mouth, his eyes, and his hair. And he could still feel Kevin's studly father fucking his ass deep and hard and fast, faster by the minute. He had never felt anything like it before, and he knew his ass would be sore and tender for days.
Soon, the lawyer was ready. He plowed his pole into the teacher one last time and shot load after load of hot, sticky cum deep into his body. Mr. Thompson was screaming - he had never felt anything so hot in his life. When he finally stopped shooting, he pulled his cock out of the ravaged teacher and stood up. He aimed the softening beast at Mr. Flanagan, who was still on the floor, and unloaded a hot stream of piss onto his body. Mr. Thompson covered him in piss from head to toe, and soon Kevin, impressed by his father's depravity, joined in.
Soon, Mr. Flanagan was covered in a sea of cum and piss, but he was too worn out to resist. He just laid on the floor and accepted his fate.
Mr. Thompson shook the last few drops of his urine onto the teacher and said, "Well, Mr. Flanagan, I hope you've learned not to try to fuck with the Thompson family, because, as you see, we're the ones who fuck you." He dropped his business card onto Mr. Flanagan's piss- and cum-soaked ass. "Here's my number if you need to reach me."
With that, father and son put their clothes back on and walked out the door, leaving the humiliated teacher laying in a pool of piss and cum. Mr. Flanagan didn't know whether to cry or jerk off, so he did both. Despite the pain and horror of the past half-hour, he was still turned on by these sex gods.
Yes, thought Mr. Flanagan, this is my destiny.
To be continued...
================================== I hope you enjoyed Part 5. I'd like to write more, but I haven't been getting much feedback lately. If you liked this episode and would like to see more, email me at conor500@yahoo.com. Also email me if you have any ideas or suggestions for future episodes. Thanks!!!