Rough Summer 2005
By Chaim (bChaim)
bchaimstory@yahoo.co.uk
This is a different story.
Achmed looked around his room and felt proud. He was a young teacher at a Private School in the Middle of the Netherlands. Achmed got his degree at College just two years ago and he loved his first job.
Achmed stood up and stretched his tall figure. He worked out a lot and enjoyed every second of it. His body showed his progress. He was dark, strong, tanned and handsome. His close chopped dark hair felt great and his tanned face, dark eyes, showed well in the huge mirror in his room.
Achmed stood in front of the mirror and studied his reflection. He had chosen his clothes with care for this special evening. He took a shower and dreamed away. Achmed loved power games and this night will be His Night. He towelled his strong body dry and put on a white pair of briefs. A black T shirt, open in a V at his neck, just showing some black chest hairs, a broad black belt around his narrow waist and tight fitting jeans. He left his feet bare.
Achmed wondered about his briefs, would he need them? But he left them on. His big cock bulged under his tight fitting jeans and his hard ass cheeks were outlined the right way. He was grateful for all those long hours at the gym as he ran his hands over his muscular chest and felt the power in his strong arms. He slowly got a boner... it was to early for that.
Achmed looked at the clock on the wall. 8.00 p.m. Roberto was due to arrive at 8.15, Achmed smiled. It was autumn and nearly dark outside. It was typical Dutch weather, sun and rain. Achmed put out all the lights in his room except one. He left on the lamp on his oak desk. His room was now in a semi-darkness and he lit some candles.
He passed his window and looked down at the street. Achmed saw the boy standing in the rain. A little figure looking at his window. The night was already cold and wet.
Achmed took position behind his desk. At exactly 8.15 a timid knock sounded at his door. He smiled and waited for some seconds before he called,
"Come in."
The door opened and Roberto walked in. Roberto was thin, nearly pale boy of just 15. His blond hair looked dark, soaked by the rain. His blue eyes seemed like those of an anxious puppy. His eyes were already pleading for forgiveness.
The boy stood before Achmed quietly, the drops of rain glistering on his handsome and smooth boy face. The rain dripped from him in the floor and the floor became wet where he stood.
"You have sent for me, Sir?"
The boy asked Achmed after a deep silence. He ignored the boy, just looking at the pages the boy wrote for him in English class. After some minutes, he stood and tore the boy's papers and threw the on the wooden floor. Roberto reacted shocked and looked if he had received a blow.
"You see what I think of your work, don't you, little Roberto,"
Achmed said, sitting back on his chair.
"Yes, Sir!"
The boy said with a trembling voice, I a split second Achmed thought he would cry.
Achmed knew he was right. He saw this boy in class and knew by instinct that this Roberto would be as clay in his strong hands. A boy to be shaped for his use and he would love it. This boy needs a hard hand to discover his real future.
Achmed gave it time and waited some weeks to order Roberto to his private room on campus. This was a -all male- Private special school and it is not unusual to invite your kids to your private room. As he looked at the boy, wet with his head bowed and his hands in front of him, Achmed knew he was right. His cock began to swell against the tight material of his jeans. In a flash Achmed was glad he was seated behind his desk. With a harsh voice he said,
"I'm not satisfied with you, you know that, little Roberto? Maybe we have to end your stay here. I will discuss your leave with the Head Master. Boy you make a mess of your life in here."
"Please, Sir, don't sent me away Sir. My parents will kill me if you sent me home without being good at our school."
Roberto produced a large red handkerchief from his pocket, wiping his eyes.
"Sir, I will do better! Please believe me!"
"You agree you need to be punished, boy?"
"Yes, Sir! What ever you say, Sir."
"When you don't want to be sent home, you will take every punishment I will give you. You understand that, boy?"
"Yes, Sir!"
Achmed waited for this moment and his cock was begging for release in his tight jeans.
"Take off your clothes, boy!"
Roberto looked startled, he looked at Achmed with pleading eyes. Achmed just ignored the boy. Roberto looked around in despair and after some minutes he began to undress.
He took off his coat and started to strip his T shirt. After a short hesitation he took of his socks and trainers, his blue jeans. After a while Roberto stood there just in his white briefs.
Achmed could see the outline of his little boy cock under the tight cotton of his boy's briefs. Great stuff to work with, he ordered the boy,
"Take your briefs off!"
With a red face the boy lowered them and dropped them to the floor. His body was smooth and pale. His cock was little and it hung down on his balls. Achmed admired his smooth body. Achmed ordered the trembling boy,
"Go over to that cupboard Roberto, just do what I tell you. Bring what you find there."
"Yes Sir,"
Roberto went naked to the cupboard and Achmed admired his pale behind. The boy found a thin cane Achmed placed there earlier.
"Put the cane on my desk, Roberto, then get me a beer from the kitchen and bring it to me!"
The naked boy went to the kitchen and came back with a cold beer. Achmed sipped his beer,
"Good boy, this time you did well. Maybe it is just a matter of training."
Roberto looked confused at the strong athlete sitting relaxed at his desk. He knew his teacher was right. He didn't study very hard and spent his days chatting on his computer. Silently he admired this strong man. His firm attitude and strong muscular body.
"Get on your knees, rest your arms and head on the floor, keep your backside up. You need your punishment. We agreed on that."
Roberto did as ordered afraid what would come.
Achmed finished his beer and stood over the trembling boy. Achmed's feet were close to Roberto's face.
"Now tell me boy, what do you deserve? What should I do to you?"
Roberto mumbled something in reply.
"I can't hear you," Achmed said to the trembling boy, "say it out loud."
Roberto said without thinking, "Please Sir, hit me!"
"You asked for it, boy."
At the first stroke of the cane, Roberto jerked and moaned.
"Keep still, don't move," ordered Achmed. A dozen of times the cane lashed his backside, leaving red marks on the exposed white buttocks of the boy.
"You are a miserable boy, your work is shit, don't you agree with me? You need this punishment. You are still a little boy, Roberto."
The boy answered Achmed, "Yes Sir, you are right. I'm so sorry."
"Do you think you are good enough to kiss my bare feet, boy?"
"No, Sir. But, Sir, I will do everything you want."
"Good boy. That's the good attitude, you are learning fast. You shall lick them as a good obedient boy. Put your tongue out and start licking my feet."
Roberto's tongue flicked out like a little snake as he licked Achmed's big feet. Achmed ordered,
"Harder, boy, get some saliva on them! You really need to clean them all the way. Smell me, taste me!"
For some time the only sound in the room was the slurping of Roberto's tongue as he licked and kissed the feet of his teacher. Achmed squatted down and roughly seized Roberto's blond hair. He pulled his face up to meet his eyes. Roberto's eyes were frightened but there was also a hint of lust.
Achmed said with a firm voice,
"Look, Roberto, I think we both know what you are. A little boy who needs a lot of training.
Do you agree to be my little slave boy? I will protect and train you my way. I shall see you remain at school, if you follow my orders all the way."
"Yes Sir, I will be your little slave boy" Roberto gasped shocked by his own words. Achmed was pulling at his hair and it hurt.
"Good boy. You are now my little slave boy. Get on your knees, Roberto or shall I call you My Slave now?"
"Yes Sir, make me your slave, Sir," the boy pleaded.
Achmed stood with his strong legs apart while his new found slave sat on his knees in front of him.
"Spread your knees, boy, your Master wants to see your little boy cock. Roberto spread his knees as wide as possible. Achmed looked at the boys little boner. He smiled and unzipped his tight jeans and pulled his rock hard cock from his white briefs. He ordered the boy,
"Take my cock into your mouth, slave!"
Roberto made eye contact and his mouth opened.
Slowly Achmed pushed his cock into his mouth as far as it would go. After some time he was feeling the back of his new found slave's throat. He started to pump his cock in and out. The wet mouth, the sucking and the licking tongue felt so good on his cock!
Suddenly, Achmed stopped moving, keeping his cock in his slave mouth. Achmed could feel the swelling as his cock leaked gallons of pre cum on the boy's tongue. Roberto tried to move his head away, but Achmed held it in his grip.
He took his cock out of his slave's mouth. He didn't want to come now. It was to early for that.
"Lick my cock clean, boy."
Roberto's tongue licked the drops of pre cum from his glistering cock head.
"Get on my desk-top," ordered Achmed.
Soon Roberto his little slave boy was spread-eagled across the desk. Achmed smiled and studied his slave boy on his desk. He loved his frame, pale and nice and smooth exposed for him.
He slowly took off his leather belt and showed it to the boy.
"Kiss it!"
Roberto kissed the leather belt and closed his eyes smelling the strong sense of the leather.
"Look at me slave, you like this, don't you, my little slave boy?"
The boy whispered,
"Yes, Sir, I need it."
"Good boy, put your white cheeks under my belt."
The boy turned and Achmed rose his leather belt. He moved his arm and the belt fell across his slave's buttocks.
The boy was moaning softly, tears dropped on the desk. His white ass cheeks glowed red. Achmed beat the boy till his strong arm was tired and his slave ass was nice and very red.
Achmed couldn't wait any longer, his cock was dripping.
With his strong hands he put his slave ass cheeks wide apart. He admired the little ass hole of his boy.
He spat on his hands to lubricate his hard cock bringing it to his slave tight hole.
The two of them were gasping now. Achmed shoved his rock hard cock into his slave's virgin rectum. The boy groaned and struggled a little bit.
He just plunged in and out, deeper and deeper, banging his rock hard cock home. His slave boy gasped from pain as he worked his cock deeper inside his tunnel. The huge, glistering tool slid in and out until he hit his slave's bottom. The boy accepted his faith and lifted his butt to meet Achmed's trusts.
At last Achmed gave a load groan.
He collapsed on his slave boy.
His whole body was heaving when he delivered his last trust as he came with great force.
"Take my load of man sperm, boy!"
Spurts of cum were shoot into his slave's ass. He filled the boy with his load.
He bit his slave's neck, leaving a deep red mark.
The slave stiffened and moaned. Achmed knew his boy had come too and spent his boy load between his desk and his smooth belly. He would train him, to follow his orders.
Achmed withdrew his spent cock and stood in front of him.
"Boy, you are really my little slave boy now. Your ass is dripping and you have your Master's cum deep inside you. Open your mouth, boy!"
He put his cock into his slave mouth and he feeds him his remaining cum and ass juices. Roberto's tongue licked his sensitive cock and after a while he started to suck again.
"No," said Achmed, "you had enough for tonight. Get off my desk and kneel at position your position!"
Achmed took his face into his strong hands and bowed down to him. Slowly he kissed his boy on his wet mouth.
"Yes, my little slave boy this will be your life. You can be punished and be kissed by me. Do you still want to stay at school and be my slave?"
"Yes, Sir! I will stay at school for you. I will be your obedient slave boy, Sir."
"Good boy. Now, clean my room and stay naked."
The boy cleaned Achmed's desk and the floor where his clothes made the wooden floor wet earlier this night.
"Get dressed boy, and be here tomorrow night at the same time."
"Yes Sir, Thank you, Sir. I will be there, Sir."
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