Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please write: jarrod749@yahoo.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Teachin' the Teech. Chapter 4.
Dan crawled up onto the foot of the bed and was on his knees facing the headboard when Dave just lay back to Dan's right on his pillow and said, "Beat off, dude!"
Dan was just about out of it....not sure of anything he heard or saw anymore, and just stayed erect, but shaking both from the tenuous situation he was in, his seeming loss of freedom and from the unstable mattress his knees keep wobbling on. He looked right into Dave's face, but it wasn't clear he saw or heard anything.
"I'll say this just once more...beat'cher fuckin' meat, faggot!" Davey barked, his head coming up off the pillow and his fist clenched in front of Danny.
There was no doubt this time. This was truly the 'changing of the guard.' Dave was in command....and for sure, Danny knew it. He quickly fisted his prick and started to give Davey and the minicam his version of the age old head-bobbing, arm whipping jack-a-wack that has gotten every man and boy through his days since, well....for fucking ever! (Ha! Think of all the moms who think their teenager's all of a sudden taking three showers a day to get c-l-e-a-n!)
Danny's face was beet red as he pumped his cock to try and satisfy the naked young turk who now lay back on his pillow, his hands clasped under his head and a big shit eating grin on his face....
"Uhnn! Uhhhn! Uh! Uh! Nnnnghh!"
"Go man go! Beat it cuntboy!" wailed Davey as he diddled a toe up under Danny's tightening nuts.
"Oh! Uh! Gonn....gonna....oh oh! Uhgggghhhhh!"
Oh mannnnn! The cam from the closet got a beautiful shot of the fucker's butt cheeks dimpling, flexing and rutting up and back as he went for his nut there shaking and bobbing so precariously on the edge of Davey's bed.
Danny was going for it...all of it....for this kid who just an hour ago he was tutoring to be a better student....and who now fucking owned that dimpling ass for the foreseeable future!
"Ohhh! Gohhhh! Nnnnnngghhh!" and spunk was flying everywhere. Danny wacked tha t thing for all he was worth! The pent up tension...lust...being with this kid who made him think things he'd never thought...and Ian...."Ohhhhh!" he trembled at the peak of his blowed wad....his upper body perfectly erect....he seemed to just hang there momentarily....and then that electric surge that fires through every nerve ending in a young dude shook him to his very core and he fell forward, totally spent, right onto some cum slop that shot across Davey's nut-diddling foot.
"Lick it, dweeb! Get all of it! Right between the toes, too, shitears! Lemme see 'at tongue sliding out fum between my toes! Yahhhh! Do it! Do it fuckin' more, man!
"And now let's see that cocksuckin' tongue'a yurs lap up all the rest'a that faggot spoo fum my bedspread...............teeeeeeeeeeeech!" Davey taunted.
In silent observance, the cameras droned on and on and onnnnnnn.... recording the passing of young Dan's future to the young dudes of Sudbury High............
Teachin' the Teech. Chapter 4.
Satisfied that his slaveteech had tongued up all his own fuckgop from the spread, Davey got this wicked sneer on his face and even showed teeth as he ordered his pussyboy over onto his back as he lurched up and yanked the guy's tee shirt off him, making him totally naked now. The student teacher lay back and yanked his legs out front from under him.
Dan's feet were now bent up at the knees with his feet on the spread at the head of the bed. "Yeh, fuckwad....now getcher feet up high and back over your head....good. Get your hands up under your butt and push yur ass up. Yahhh...goooood!!! You gonna be a great cuntboi for us dudes, man! Yu gonna give us lotsa funs!
"A'kay...now get yur first finger up yur butt...." Davey ordered.
Dan was shocked, and strained his head and neck up to look at Davey.
"Pwfuppp!" Davey gave him a punch right into the hamstrings and Danny yowled.
"I said fer yuh to get yur finger up yur ass....now fucking DO IT!!!!" Dave yelled.
"Errmmp! Nnnghhuh!" grunted Danny as he tried to get his finger into his virgin teechabox.
"Wiggle it while yu doin'at, an' start slidin' it up in there....c'monnnnnnnnn! You got a long ways to go or yu never getting outta here tonight!" Dave ranted at the poor soul.
Danny followed instructions and finally got the first knuckle in and with more wiggy-waggin' he got up the second knuckle. "Now frig yurself dude. C'monnn. In and out and in and out just like my cock in yur mouth. Yu expert at dat now...so yu know whut to do with yur tailhole....GO! Lemme see some teecha friggin'! I want that whole sorry butt of yurs rockin' to the beat of a fine friggin' finger, dude....get it done! Holy shit! Yuh did it! Yahhhh! You gonna be a star man! Can't wait to show the guys!
"Now turn yur butt sideways so yur facing the dresser there to yur left.
Danny grunted and worked his back around 90 degrees left and had the look of a turtle on its back trying to right himself.
"Yeh. Keep friggin'. Mannnnn...yu fuckin' homo! Yur hard as a rock and yur prick's even drippin' faggot! Damn are yu a sorry shit! Keep finger diddlin' yur ass...and get anudder finger in there....NOWWW!"
Danny's feet were over his head, and his toes would clench each time he worry digged into his butthole and hit a new spot.
His butt started to rock on his fingers as he got into it, and of course, to the poor guy's shame....he WAS getting into it...BIGTIME!
He was starting to "Mmmmmmmm" to himself and pant short breaths as he got more and more wired. It wasn't long since Davey made him shoot his load, and here he was droozing his juice again less than 10 minutes later!
"Yu really got it, faggot! We should sell tickets!" Dave ragged on Dan. "Rock that pussy, dude.....lessee anudder finger!"
This time tears welled in Danny's eyes and streamed down his face. All of this was more than he could stand, but now real stinging stretchy skin burn went along with his great effort to three-finger his newly opened mancunt.
But...just as with the first two....soon it was just slippy slidey moist diddle-friggin' joy up his butt and he was once more rocking his tail onto his fingers like he was born to it!
"Now keep it up man, and turn anudder 90 degrees left right nowww!" the kid directed.
"Yehhhhhh! an' lift yur head up so's yuh can look through yur legs. Great! Yu are good, man...really getting the hang of'umm....whutta they call it??? Oh yeh...'performance art!' Yeh that's it man! Performance art....when yu doin' the finger ride!
"Yu fuckin' queer....betchu can't wait till you got a hot cock like'iss up there, HUH??!!" Dan taunted him beating his dick on the teacher's forehead kneeling behind him.
"Huh! Hunhh! Uhuh!" Dan grunted and groaned as he continued to degrade himself in front of his student of two days.
Davey went over to closet and reached in for something then came back over by the bed standing, while Dan kept rocking and rolling on his three finger-frigger.
Davey went out of the room then and was gone a few minutes. Upon re-entering the room, he was taken all anew by the sight of a naked young dude....showing his butthole to him, rocking on his own fingers grunting and moaning to no tune at all. "That's what's missin' faggot! We should'a had some tunes on fer yuh to ride yur frig with! Damn! Well....NEXT time!"
'C-r-r-r-rackkkkkkkkkkk!!!' came the snap of a leather belt that Davey had pulled from the closet earlier. He snapped it right near Danny's head and scared the livin' shit out of him, to Davey's raucous laughter and pointing at the horror in Danny's face....annnnnnnnd he was STILL finger-diddlin' his bunger!
At this point everything got a little nuts and after snapping the long goth belt to the floor three times while his slaveteech kept trying to concentrate on dutifully fingerfucking his asshole, Davey started raging around the room in all his naked teenness!
"Get up! GET UP yu fuckin' queer...getcher shit and get the fuck outta here!"
Danny hung motionless in mid-frig. Shocked at the screaming! Quaking! He wasn't even sure if he heard he was being freed of this torment!
"I said, 'GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE GODDAM IT! GET OWWWWWWWT!'"
Danny defingered his hole and was trying to get his brain to focus, and then spied his socks and grabbed at them trying to avoid the snapping belt that tracked everywhere he went and cracked at his hands as they reached for an article of clothing!
Then when tried to sit to put his sneaks on with the rest of his stuff in his lap, Davey screamed, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Take yur shit and GET OUUUUT!!!" Crack! Crack! Crack!
The fuckin' slob lurched out of the chair and ran bareassed for the door!
'Crack!' and Dan's butt bucked forward having been caught full on the ass by the long heavy belt. It stung him so bad but his fear was so great he couldn't even feel it. He was running. Tripping and sliding on throw rugs out in the hall as he hurtled toward the steps and down to outrun the bastard kid and that belt! 'Crack! Crack!' One missed and one caught Danny across his back!
How he got down the stairs without going head over was a feat in itself. Danny might never have been so scared in his life!
Davey was flying down the stairs at his heels wielding that belt like a cowboy whip.
His heel took one shot halfway down and his butt took the last one across both cheeks as he shot out the door into the yard and ran butt naked into the street for his car.
Hollering to himself out loud in his fear he threw his cloths into the car and jumped in fumbling with his jeans to find his keys and hoping he didn't lose them on the run from the bedroom!
The whip cracked over the roof, the hood and snapped around through the driver window before the poor bastard could get in gear and get out of there!
Tears filled his eyes and he tried to steer and look back through the rear view window, but it was too blurry for him to see. He slowed about a half block up to wipe his eyes and then concentrate on driving and not get caught speeding butt naked!
If he would have been able to see, the sight was one to behold! Out in the middle of the street with his feet spread out wide, stood Davey....his barenaked skin shining in the light of a streetlamp, whip-whirling that huge belt over his head like a scepter!
After about a half mile, Danny pulled over and got his jeans on, and put a sneaker on....then realized, after feverishly rummaging through the other stuff that he lost his other sneaker on the run for his life and sanity....and that fucking belt!!!! 'Shit...the book, too...' he mused.
His hands covered his face as he threw his head back and rubbed his eyes and cheeks and and....damn he pulled his hands in front of his face....the cock slime of the night's torment still slimed them under the dried crust. His hair was a matted mass. He took a big breath and sighed. He gripped the wheel tight and for the second didn't know what to do. He wanted to cry but the man in him wouldn't let it happen....internally he was convulsing. His guts were doing flips wanting so badly to vent it all.
He put the car in gear and eased into the road again very slowly. There was no one to tell...to release him from this. He was his own counsel....and he would not be a good one. Gail....shit....she can't ever know this...but god...this could be only the beginning....his days...and nights were never going to be his own again. He would be unable to see her even.
Then he shivered.
Tomorrow morning he has to face three of the kids who worked him today and tonight. What would they dream up tomorrow...in school!!!! How many others were in on it? Would they just broadcast it and ruin him? Or would it be worse if they just kept it quiet and just took him apart a little more each day?
He was drifting across the center line and pulled back and rubbed his eyes nearing his apartment lot where he pulled in and just sat for a lonnnnnnng long time......
Back at Davey's the naked slavemaster did a wild hump-dance in the street whipping that belt around over his head and with a screaming call to the banshees he tearassed into the house and took the steps upstairs three at time to stand in front of his mirror with the belt crossed from left shoulder to righ t-side waist diagonally and buckled like a conquistador. His arms bent up at the elbows...muscles flexed...."DA MASTAH!!!!!!" he growled as he reveled in himself and flexed his thickening cock.....bobbing it up and down wickedly and jerk-snapping his knees till his 'Teech-pleeza' was making tiny 'pook-pook-pook' sounds against his lower belly.
His right hand grabbed on for a long, smoothe cock pull and then slipped into his pubes and rustled the curlies there that matched his blond hair and fair skin.
"FUCK YU TEECH! I OWN YUR ASSSSSSSS!!!!" Davey roared! "Yahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Morning came too soon for one young dude in Sudbury.
Dan was in the shower....and then when he got out and checked the mirror he was shamefully staring at the purple stripes on his tail cheeks, shoulder and back...and even on his right heel where he was unlucky enough to catch the wrath Davey the Khan and that fucking belt!
He shivered at his embarrassment....shit! his fucking SHAME! when he would look into David's face at roll...Ian's, too. Even Mike, though nothing really happened with him....Mike was surely planning something and what if he was cued and clued by the others?
He started for a second when he realized he had a meet before class with Jason. He had to really hustle and would barely make it if he ran the fuck out right then let alone his having to dress.
His only lucks was he hardly ever had to shave so he could jump into his clothes and hit the road!
The roads were busy but Danny made the short run in record time anyways and was already somewhat disheveled to start the day rushing to be on time for his one on one with Jase.
As he breezed through the classroom door one shirttail trailing out behind him, here was Jason shuffling down the hall from the other direction.
Jason's grades were fucked up bad, and he needed to build a good academic record if he was to get a chance to go for a scholarship, even for sports. You got to show some ability, or your school and coach don't start greasing the way for you. He was trying to be a four letter man in baseball, football, basketball and track....but the only letters he was pulling in school were D's and F's. His dad loved his TD's, but his mother wanted the grades....and SHE ruled the house.
His problems had little to do with his brains. This was the first year he had as much locker room exposure. He was getting more and more uncomfortable. It was already into football season, and he'd been practicing for more weeks than ever at middle school and freshman year. He was having to wait longer and longer to shower because his peter wouldn't stay down. If he got tagged 'queer' there wouldn't be no scholarship for nothing!
He never thought he was. He avoided staring at guys and stuff in the past, but for some reason he got thinking about himself....and it didn't help he was virgin with pussy. Like Davey, he'd gotten the 'rainbow' dick treatment a few times at parties...you know...the girls carry several lipsticks with them and then when they get a dude's cock out they check the colors already ringed on him, and then pick one that's missing to do up their lips, before they go down on their cock of the moment.
Hmmmm...it was at one of the after party dick checks with the other guys, when he first realized he was steeling up with other dicks out around him. It didn't help that the pretty boy jock had the most rings and the most attention from the others.
He feigned embarrassment, and holstered up his pecker quick once he established he'd won the contest. Matter of fact, the others were stuffing their pricks away pretty quick too...shit it's natural...you think about your meat....man it stands up and takes a bow. But that Jason didn't see....all he knew was he was going to be accused of being queer, and he would never let that happen...nooooooo way....no fuckin' way!
Dan was looking for the book he'd left at Davey's and was a clammy fluster by the time Jason ambled in to sit alongside him. Dan had dumped out his whole tote bag before he remembered where that book was....now he broke into a cold sweat as he relived the disaster that was his first night 'tutoring' Davey.
"Hey Teech," Jason said as he slumped out in the chair extending his nearly full six feet of wiry wide receiver/centerfielder/pointguard/relay anchor.
Dan shivered when he heard, 'Teech'. He remembered that when Davey took him over....it wasn't Mr. Summers anymore....but 'teeeeeeech!' Shit, did Jase know about Ian...about Davey...omigod, what if he did? His fate was slumped in the chair next to him....right there in the school room. He felt himself being smaller and smaller let alone his career.
Dan stammered through the preliminaries and found that Jason knew nothing of yesterday, and was wanting anything to save him from his terrible grades. Like the other kids, Jason was clearly fiddling with his hog in his pants but he didn't seem to be trying to get it on with the student teacher. He was intent in following guidance from Dan on how to proceed in school and Dan suggested that he would pressure him to do his homework, because he would call on him twice as much to answer or be embarrassed.
Jason agreed...."Anything....I'll do anything to save my a....uhmmm chance at college Tee...MISTer Summers."
Dan was elated... he grabbed Jason's hand and pumped it as pleased as he was the previous night when Davey did so well early on, and before the pants came off and the roof fell in. Now he'd be free from getting tied down by another kid and his sex mania.
"Uhhhmmmm....Tee-Mr. Summers? There's ummm sumpin' else...."
"Uh oh," here it comes. Dan sank through his shirt collar and had chills up his spine.
"Maybe it's nuthin' but, yuh know....I gotta be with the teams....four squads...different sports....every fuc...damn day....locker rooms...naked....showers....Mr. Summers...I'm scared I'm a homo!"
"Does it keep you from doing your homework, Jason?"
"Not really...well...I wander in my head...thinking they gonna ketch me being hard when I'm seeing their...yuh know?"
"About the work, though, I can play with myself and do homework. Ha! Ahm ambi-dicksterous!" They both laughed though weakly.
"That doesn't mean you're queer. Not at all. It's the first time you even noticed other guys, for real, am I right?" Dan dug in.
"Yeh...I mean...yuh know I was always...like seeing yuh know, like...if I'm bigger...." and they both got a snicker out of that.
Dan really lightened it up when he asked, " S-o-o-o, are you?"
Jason at first wrinkled up in question all over his face, and then smiled..."Yahhhhhhh.... Coach..uhn, Mr. Summers.....biggest in school, so far's I know. Some dudes thet see'd me even stare and just whistle!"
"Seee...right there! Guys are looking at YOU....and whistling....and they're not worried about being gay. So you shouldn't either," Danny guided.
The smile on Jason's face faded when he looked right in the student teacher's face and he said, "Shit teech...you ain't gettin'iss. They looking awright...some even playin' wit'dereselves....but they hangin'...s-o-f-t! I start to get hard.....shit...I'm here wit'chu ...and and and LOOOOOOKIT!!!"
Jason was squeezing and pulling his cock up away from his body in his pants. Dan looked and his eyes must have bugged out....the fucker WAS huge...at least it surely looked fat....and long....in all its wrapping of pants and underwear!
"Coach....I mean...." Jason started, and Dan stopped him
"You keep mixing me up with Coach...has he been....helping....with your ..... concerns about this, Jason?" Dan queried.
"Ahm getting...I gotta go Coa....Mr. Summers...." and Jason was seeming to want to escape.
Dan just nodded, and turned back to the desk, and then here was Jason....back at the side of the desk.
"What is it Jason?" Dan pushed back away from desk and folded his hands in his lap.
"Kin you...um..whut I mean is...kin I see you like somewheres not this yuh know...open...so public?" Jason asked.
"Well, we're sort of limited to classrooms here, Jason...does it have to be that private."
"Yes uhm...it does...really does....I can meet you here when you have a free period and we can find a place...maybe up the third floor...pleeeeeze???" the young stud begged him.
Okay...third period, come in here and we'll find somewhere you can relax," Dan agreed.
Jason grabbed the teacher's hand and thanked him and thanked him again, and then hustled out the door. Dan noted it was the fastest he'd seen Jason move yet.
Dan mused to himself for a moment about Jason's mixing up Coach with him while he was talking. Could be normal that a jockboy's whole life seems to revolve around his coach, but well...maybe he'd find out at third period.
FIRST period was the disaster in waiting for now....his first face-to-face with Ian and David since yesterday and last night....
The bell rang...it wouldn't be long now. Dave sat at his desk....waiting....trembling....
He'd given up looking for the book and hoped Davey would bring it back and he wouldn't have to borrow a student text for the class.
The rush and clamor of kids bustling through the door overtook his thoughts for the moment, and he decided to stare both kids down and have it out in mime in the open, so regardless what they'd made happen, he was not going to be intimidated in class...this was his career...he couldn't let two punks take him down.
Ian strolled in with an especially jaunty gait and smiled right at Danny, then threw his ass right into his seat without a word.
Everyone was there and Dan was starting the roll call when Davey sauntered through the door with that big assed grin he'd shown the night before when he had Danny on his knees....cold sweat wasn't the phrase to describe what it did to Dan.
Shit! The young fucker was coming right up the desk...he wouldn't...do anything right in front of the whole class...oh yes he would...but...would he??? Now???
A brown paper bag....Davey dropped a bag on the teacher's desk right on the roll call sheet.
Dan looked inside. The whole class looked at Dan. Everybody was staring.
Dan looked inside....ahhhh his text....thankfully. Which he pulled from the bag, and peering in he saw his sneaker. Godddddddd! He had almost forgotten, but he would never ever get past the events of last night....he knew that.
Smiling at Dave's back as he walked toward a seat next to Ian....and Jason.....and Mike.... Dan flipped the book open, and almost jumped straight out of the chair.
There were two prints from the computer sticking out from the pages that he immediately turned to.
Unmistakably...there was Dan's face looking up into the camera....strings of fucksauce linking his eyelashes, and boy goo all over his face. Ohmigod! Omigoddddddddddddd! The second one showed a shot of his face straining up to look out between his upflung legs, with three of his fingers frigging his bunger.
Dan couldn't believe what he was seeing. His contract with Davey was right there in front of him. His career...his existence...his whole being was in Davey's hands....hanging on the kid's dick....would be more accurate.
Dan Summers shivered in his chair. He started to look up at the class, but the tears in his eyes made it impossible. He hustled from the room and to the teachers room and lavatory....
He started back toward the classroom after splashing some cool water on his drained face, and running his wet hands through his brushcut hairs.
His mind scared him up again when he thought, 'Worst of worsts, with him out of the room fuckin' Davey was prob'ly passing those pics all around the room!'
As he came to the door, he stopped and listed and it was noisy in the room with the kids just horse-assing and carrying on without any supervision. He sucked in a breath and opened the door. The room went silent...and this really surprised him.
It was only his second day and the kids actually acknowledged he was class leader, and seemed to respect him enough to shut up when he entered. Of course, chills went up Dan's spine 'cause he thought they were really looking at him in shock after seeing those pictures.
But there were no smirks....just those two painted smiles still on Ian's and Davey's faces.
He said, "Okay let's pick it up where we were yesterday, approaching the end of World War II. What page was that? ...... anybody!" Dan requested response.
One of the girls called out, "....183."
"Thank you. Good...let's all turn to that page, and let's see, uhhhhm, Jason, gimme a rundown on what you got from what you read last night," directed Danny, true to his word that he'd put more and more pressure on Jason to motivate him.
By that time, Dan had seated himself behind his desk again and found that two other pieces of notebook paper had come out of his book with the pictures, earlier.
Jason was stammering, having failed to grasp anything he read.... Dan looked at him and said, "You know you're letting yourself down son. Now pay attention as we go through this so at least you grasp the basics from the lesson today. You ALL have to get this...it's important," he said to the whole class, pointing and moving his finger across the room.
He called on a girl to answer, and as she started to recite her understanding of the chapter, Dan opened the first of the folded up papers he found. In big red magic marker letters, it read,
"My grade for this class will be 'B' whether I come to class anymore or not.
D."
Shivers went all through Dan....and he looked at Davey right there in the front row....smiling, and doodling with his pencil on the desk top....drawing all sizes and shapes of the letter 'B'. Davey knew the grade order note was the first one Dan read because the marker bled through the paper, and Dave could see it.
In much worse shape now....Dan trembled as he opened the second note, which was written in pencil:
Studman's Adult Book Store, # 131 2d Avenue
Go at lunch time and fill this order, and bring to my house right after school TODAY!!!
Shopping List:
Butt Plug, Medium
Leather Arm Band
Leather Collar with keylock
Leather leash
Wrist and Ankle Cuffs, one pair each with locks
5 yards of rope
Large, thick dildo
Cock Ring
Dozen rubbers
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