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 6.
From last time..... Danny pulled out slowly, and didn't even get the forced suck-wheeze from Jason that he expected. The truncheon of boy pleaser slipped right out over Jason's tongue and the boy sucked the last of his first ever man taste out of Dan's prick mixed with the drool of its oozing dogwater. The amazing scene played out with rivers of stringy and gloppy spit that had built in the kid's mouth when his throat was stuffed with teecha joystick! It all oozed in a thick stream down Jason's neck, puddling under his head on the step.....FUCKING AWESOME!!!!
They both knew the moment was over, and school was the reality.
Dan started to pull up his pants and Jason continued to lick Dan's pubes, balls and dick. The kid was ravenous! "Pleeeze! Pleeze do it with me...every day...pleeeze coa...teech, ahh, Mister Summers! Please?"
"You know we can't do this kind of thing Jason. You have to face reality. And...it's not really me you need anyways, now is it? You want to....well, you love your coach....and I can't be him! You have to find another way. Okay, boy?" Dan patted, then rubbed, then squeezed....and held fast to Jason's naked shoulder.
The boy hung around the teacher's legs as Dan pulled at the doorknob. He pulled his foot and leg through Jason's huggling arms and hands as he went through the doorway, and Jason fell to his chest with his head strained up to watch his first ever suck leave him there sprawled naked at the bottom of the stairs, drenched in sweat, spit and cum....with no options.......his jockboy fingers slipped from Danny's loafers to the cold floor as Jason pleaded, "Ohgodddddd....don't....please....pleeze....puhleeeeeze......don't leave me....." Jason's voice trailed off as the door closed and the latch clicked behind his teacher's exit.......his tongue was still out of his mouth...quivering....licking at the long gone pants, socks and shoe he last tasted.....
Above him, a single tiny red light blinked steadily from along side the emergency warning light fixture.
Dan had one more class before lunch and his dreaded trip to adult store. He shivered as he dug his hands deep into his pockets feeling the wet of his own cum and Jason's spit go cold and sticky in his boxers. He worked his fingers around in his pockets to adjust his prick, and shivered again at the touch. His first ever male encounter had been extraordinary! Amazing! Stupendous!!!! Then he actually stopped in his tracks....that was NOT his first....by ANY shakes....it was his first where he wasn't put upon...he trembled thinking of the erotic scene on the floor in his classroom with Ian....the cum he sucked through that boy's pants....the cum he....NEEEEEDED!!!!!???
Then the marathon at his first 'tutoring' session with Davey. That kid made him a slave... a slave to cock!
Shaking his head as if that would make it all go away, he became fixed on the Coach. Jason's troubles seemed to stem from there.... He looked at his watch and had some time free to hit the teachers room.
Dialing the internal extension number, "Hello...Coach?"
Teachin' the Teech. Chapter 6.
Coach sounded cool. His voice was somewhat stern....maybe just 'manly', but cordial enough. Dan explained in his much more boyish sounding tones that Jason was having trouble in class and he thought that his school and his sports were getting tangled up, and that maybe, the Coach could work with Dan to square Jase away.
Coach was very agreeable to a meet, tentatively set for the next afternoon when all gym classes were done, and before team practices began.
Dan felt great! He even went so far as pinning an 'air medal' on his shirt and 'shining' it with the heel of his hand as he hung up, and literally floated out of the teachers' room with an aire of confidence he hadn't felt since he aced his last test back on campus.
To himself he mumbled under his breath, "Now that's being a teacher! Helpin' out a stude an' all. Ha! Student teach grows up," he laughed out loud.
Yehhhh...but....there was the other building story of his life in student teaching that darkened his every image of life around him anymore...."Shit!" he cursed under his breath at the mere thought of his tormentor, Davey....and the other kids that seemed to be swarming around him these first days since he signed in to his student teaching at Sudbury.
The image of the note with the 'shopping list' flashed across his mind. He got a heart stab when he realized he had to do that right after next class....which he was late for now!
He tear-assed through the halls to his classroom and the bedlam had already commenced with the junior class he had for history for his fourth and last period of the morning.
As it turned out, these spunkers gave him a modicum of respect at least, and just his appearance in the doorway quieted them down, as he strode in calling out, "Page 39, please," followed by the rustle of text pages.
Class went smoothly, and Dan was lost in his own love of history and being able to spout it for his class. The class seemed to fly by and the bell was sounding before Dan felt he'd even gotten started.
He watched the last of his junior class charges shuffle through the doorway and was caught with fright by the sight of Davey who stood alone at the entrance. The kid was ruining his life for him! He'd become Danny's own personal nightmare!!
Dave strode in and shot his hand out with a note to Dan and said, "I forgot to 'order' this. You better pick it up same time you go out to get the other stuff."
Dave didn't wait for a reply, he just sneered and turned on his squeaky sneaker heels and was gone.
Dan's hands were shaking as he opened the new missive. "Oh mannnn! Whut the fuck is THIS!" he half-groaned out loud.
The note in typical teen scrawl said:
Fuck store
Large size dog crate....german sheperd size.
Dan almost thought it was like a fun-threat...a scare-joke to worry him the rest of the day. 'It's mispelled, too,' he thought to himself. Then he snapped back to reality....this kid doesn't kid...about anything. Dan couldn't imagine what the fuck a dog crate had to do with anything that Davey could dream up for the next round of torment he planned for Dan. Yeh, and why get it at the sex shop? A pet store seemed more appropriate.
Anyways, here he was, rubber-legged, getting up from his seat and heading out to the adult store....to fulfill the order given to him by this punk who was close to owning his very soul. He couldn't believe how his life was spiraling out of his control! Tears filled his eyes as he tried to navigate the parking lot and his exit out onto the main road.
His horror mounted exponentially as the golden sign:
Adult Book Store
Come Play with Us
loomed larger and larger as he approached his dreaded destination.
He sat there for what seemed like hours....shaking in his ever-dampening clothes. He just knew his boxers were sticking to his skin and would probably suck up into his buttslot along with his pants when he got out of the car. He even smiled sickly to himself when he remembered what they called pants up your crack back in school..."Hey lookit...Dan's got hungry pants!" The smile evaporated as quickly as it had come on as he finally opened the door and stumbled to his feet. The owners of places like this must get a charge from watching first timers make their way to the door. The security cams outside must tape some hysterical contortions of these embarrassed guys tripping and trembling as they head in.
Actually, most of the sex dens are really bright and cheery as you enter. The walls Dan immediately saw as his cold, clammy hand pushed the door through, were filled with colorful 'books' or something. There were tables in the center with what also appeared to be books. He was sooooooo relieved. God knows what he thought it would be like, but it almost looked like a library sale the way all the stuff was laid out.
He threw his head up to cover his shame and looked slowly around the room. There was a wall way off to the right with 'things' of various shapes hanging there that he could not see clearly from the entrance. Then he noticed an alcove to the rear off to the left with curtains that had had been pulled apart. Inside though, he could see some kind of eerie lights. It was quite dark.
He moved out amongst the tables where the books were displayed. His heart jumped in his mouth when he saw the cover pictures! Even though it was straight sex, the site of a cockhead half the size of the paperback bookcover, resting on the crimson lips of a girl's mouth stunned him. He actually jumped from the sight!
There were more....and more....similar displays. He was amazed at his naiv ity....and that he had never been inside one of these places. To think a fucking punk school kid several years his junior had made him subject himself to this debasement for the first time was the real shock to his being!
A knowing counter guy, watched Danny's life unravel. He'd seen it so many times before....a dude comes in for the first time...trying to act cool, and yet everything he does makes it absolutely clear it's his first time seeing the likes of 'sex on sale."
As Dan's shivers doubled and redoubled with each new observation, he really had his heart in his mouth when he got to the wall of 'books'....which weren't books at all, but video tape boxes and dvd covers. The scenes were real and life like! The hetero stuff was as shocking as he'd ever seen in the few magazines he'd picked up over the years. Boy, he remembered that first one he found that he managed to 'glue' the pages together after the most phenomenal load of pre-teen spooge he'd ever blowed!
Just the thought of that first 'shot' of manhood seemed to calm Danny some, and he was feeling much better as he wrinkled the 'order list' in his sweaty hand stuffed in his pocket....and found his balls with his pinky and ring finger.
Head up now, and feeling quite the stud, he ambled down the wall of tapes and dvds and then stopped short and stared! There were two GUYS...fucking...right on the cover! Another one....had these young dudes, balls naked in a daisy chain suck! On and on down the wall. These sights and scenes depicted there were endless.
After staring dumbly for what was no more than a minute....he'd seen enough! He had to get away from this. The shock...the shame...the knowing that HE had done this stuff...or some of it, in the last 48 hours brought him to verge of tears. He felt so filthy....so low and and and.....goddddddddddd.....he was fucking throwin' a bone!!!!!
He rushed away, and toward the farthest wall which he had seen from the doorway. Oh god! This was it! It was where all the stuff on the list was going to come from. He was going to have to pull each thing off the wall and worse, bring it to the stranger at the counter to pay for it! He was wishing he'd brought cash so he wouldn't have to give up his name and address on the check.
The shame of it all was swallowing him from the inside out. Sweat was streaming from his pits and making him shiver in the cool AC of the book store.
His shaking hands took down a butt plug emblazoned, MEDIUM....and with a description saying, "The feel of real skin!" Goddddd! He was soooo fucking embarrassed!
The guy at the counter had redirected one of the shoplifting cams to point right at the wall to record every move the terrified Danny made, so he could laugh at it later.
If Dan knew his shame was being recorded he'd have most likely fainted dead away on the floor right under the dildo display he was trying to navigate at that moment. His trembling was really out of control now....his legs were numb as his sweaty fingers curled around the medium dildo in the blister pack. Even wrapped in that plastic he swore it was hot like fever!
He took furtive looks side-to-side, and behind him while keeping his head down, but trying to look up to see if....hoping no one saw what he was taking from the peg rack. Stuffing the fake dick under his arm he shakily uncrumpled the list again and now he needed to get back to the medium butt plug. He'd seen most of this stuff as curiosity in sex mags, but never ever dreamed he'd ever own any of it!
Butt plug under his other arm he started to get bogged down with the handcuffs, ankle cuffs and just when he was shamefully about to dump it all openly on one of the book tables behind him, here was the counter guy with a basket tote.
Dan was shocked almost to tears to look up into the young dude's seemingly knowing smiling face and try to respond to, "Need a little help there, man?" holding out a hand. "Name's Kirk."
Dan was all confused trying to hold the dildo and the plug under his arms and still reach his right hand out to shake....but he managed. 'Ohhhhh goddddd' he was thinking....this kid can't be a day over fuckin' 19!' as he stared into the handsome dude's face.
It was like a dream....a haze or something....Dan was being transported, it felt, yet he was standing right there in the same place. He had to be wishing and hoping he wasn't there and this dude wasn't there watching him disgrace himself....and so damn young yet....and now...helping him do it!
The guy took the damp notepaper from Dan's clammy fingers, "May I?" and went about completing the order list for Dan.
The last things he pulled down were the arm bands and collars. 'Omigod! OH! MY! GODDDD!' Dan was screaming to himself as the guy just measured the different size bands and collars to Dan's arm and neck! 'HE KNEW! THERE WAS NO FOOLING THIS GUY! HE KNEW DAN WAS THE 'TRAINEE' IN WAITING IN THE EROTIC SEX GAME BEING PLAYED OUT! OH MY GODDDDDD! HE KNEWWWWWWWWW!'
While he was not effeminate in any way, and actually thought of himself as a bit of a cuntsman, despite his limited sex adventures, Dan's spinning head was hoping against hope the clerk thought all the stuff was for him and his girlfriend to fun with.
The guy stunned Dan one more time by clamping the selected collar around Dan's neck, and locking it with the key, smiling, then put the key back in the package and dropped it in the tote. Then shock of all shocks, the clerk, snapped the braided gold colored chain to the collar and with a tug and a big smile and wink, he led Danny to the counter at the end of a fucking leash!!!!
Other guys were coming in the store and glancing at the counter, sometimes nodding to the clerk, and smirking at the sight of the leash hanging from Dan's collar.
The kid, who had been so kindly and was so cordial in handling Danny through this delicate thing for him, seemed to all of a sudden put it all together. He changed espression and tone in one fleeting moment. From behind the counter, the kid sneered through a tightening jaw, "Heyyyyyyy! You somebuddy's fag tool, ain'tcha? AIN'TCHA?"
His hand was up near the collar gripping the leash and yanking it, and Dan's head, with every inflection!
Dan's lips trembled and mouthed something in response that was totally unintelligible as he shook himself to a dripping frazzle of sweat and sinew!
The kid yanked to the right from the leash and literally dragged Danny around the counter and shoved him down to his knees under the counter. Mannnnnn! It was pretty clear this wasn't a first time for the young punk. There was a cleared space under there for a cocksucker to work a clerk's tool unobserved....and that's just what happened!
Kirk was so ready for his first knob-job of the day! He pulled his meat out and slapped it into Dan's quivering lips forcing them open with a forefinger while guiding his cock through. "Ooooompphhh!" he shuddered at the first swirl of tongue!
How he was able to do the tally and get off was something only a young horny dude would understand. Boys is just ambi-dick-strous is all!
Finally, and quickly, Kirk threw five forceful rut-banging slams through Danny's face to the back of his throat and nutted him a fabulous load, while stifling squeals and moans in his own throat. He shook and quaked in the aftercum thrill of tongue and lips rubbing his super-sensitive cockhead!
The bumps and thumps of Dan's head hitting the underside of the counter each time gave Kirk that little extra thrill a guy gets from his cocksucker. He loved hearing the "GwuffK! Awwcch! Gwulluff!" compounded by the smacking, sucking lips of the gasping, sperm-sucking faggot under there, too.
Kirk's cock was still oozing, and hanging from his fly, when he yanked Danny by the leash out from under and around front of the counter. Kirk was sure some of the dudes browsing the store knew what'd just happened, but it was of no nevermind to Kirk....or them. Guys gotta get off, eh? and it WAS a 'fuck store!'
The bill was rung up and Dan paid with his check. The writing looked like that of a ten year old, his hand was so shaky. The slop on his face was drying a pasty grayish white. His spit and cum-sticky hand stuck to the check, and he had to peel it off. Kirk laughed out loud. Prick!
"Phone number!" Kirk demanded, pushing the check back at Dan.
Dan scrunched up his face thinking....'Shit, now this kid knows everything but by boxer size.'
Dan didn't ask the clerk about the dog crate....he'd decided sometime during the horror of having been measured for the collar and band to just go to the pet store where he could at least seem to be buying something for a dog. He had no idea what Dave's plans for the crate were either.....but they sure weren't going to be pleasant, and the less this fucking punk clerk knew about all this the better....even if he did have the taste of the kid's spooge in his mouth and the smell of it in his nostrils.
"I open up early in the morning faggot...BE HERE!" Dan froze with his hand clenched to the door handle. He couldn't believe what he heard....
"Were you....?"
"Fuckin' eh, pussylips! You be here to serve in the mawnin'...and' evee fuckin' mawnin'!" Kirk growled. "You don't get here, I gotcher number, boi!" the punk crowed waving the check with Danny's address and phone number on it.
Danny, head hanging low, finally pulled the door open without a response...as if he knew WHAT to respond.
Bolting from the store, shopping bag slipping from his sweaty grip, his shirt underarms and the middle of his back visibly soaked in sweat, he staggered to the car and then just lurched up and threw up on the pavement!
It had all been just too much for this innocent, naive tool. He almost couldn't catch his breath. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears. He thought he was going to pass out there in the small parking area. The car window was open and he just reached out and gripped onto the door, pressing the top of his head against the door as he dry-heaved.
It was a long time before Dan straightened up and opened the door. Once finally in the seat, he reached in his pocket for the keys to start the car. He figured he'd stop for the crate after school. He was just too messed up to drive anywhere of a distance right then, and lunch period for him was nearly over. He so needed to clean up and wash his fucked and puked mouth out!
He pulled out to the road and after a few near curb-kisses, he got the car straight and made it back to school.
Pulling away from the curb and slipping in behind him as he left the book store, were Dave and Ian, slapping hands and yowling at the mess they'd made of their Teech! Not missed by them was the clerk, who was just inside the glass door doubled-up watching Danny wretch after his first-time 'browse-and-suck' at the Adult Book Store! Dave even threw a clenched fist in the air out of the window in the clerk's direction! Kirk gave a 'thumbs up' in response. 'Hmmmmm,' Kirk was thinking to himself.....'two spunkrats trailin'iss dude to a sex shop....there's something more to diss....'
They'd followed in Ian's car, and taped the whole scene of Dan getting out of the car and stumbling into the place and then of him hightailing it out of the place with all the junk Dave made him buy.....annnnnd then hurling, too!
Dave didn't tell Ian anything about what the 'shopping list' contained, other than it was embarrassing stuff for the 'faggot teech' to have to buy in public. Dave was wondering about the crate though....it obviously wasn't amongst the stuff Dan carried from the store.
Dave knew it would be hell that afternoon for Dan if there was no crate....but then, well....it was gonna be hell for Danny any-the-fuck-ways!
It seemed like the rest of the classes droned on in a blue haze for Dan.
As Dan's last class shuffled from the room, there was Dave again standing alone in the doorway. Everytime he faced Dave like this it seemed the kid got BIGGER. Dan's mind was playing tricks on him and it looked like Dave filled the whole doorway and assumed the size of the HULK!
Dave didn't move or say anything, but just waited, hands clasped behind him, for Dan to come out.
Danny finally did get up from the desk, his briefcase in tow, and approached his fate in the form of that pretty boy teen punk he had offered so seriously two days ago to help with his grades...and tutor. And now, well....the fucking kid owned Danny! his mouth..... annnnd his ass!
As Dan shakily made it to the door and faced Dave, the kid sidled up next to Dan's right arm and walked with him toward the exit and the parking lot. No words. They were both silent. Dan could have been making his last walk on death row the way they were going.
Out the door, into the car, and that's the first time Danny was aware that Dave was going with him...and Dan assumed then that they were going to go to Davey's place. After the first turn off the main drag, Dave said, "Where ya goin', teech?"
"Wellllll...I thought I would be taking you home," Dan answered.
"Uh-uh, doof. We goin' tuh YUR place!" Davey sneered, "annnnd, we better be stopping somewheres to get that fuckin' dog crate you DIDN'T get at the sex and fuck store!"
"How'd'ju knuh....oh...uh..mmm, yehh...I was...the pet store...we'll go there," Danny explained, but at the same didn't pursue how Davey knew he didn't have it in the trunk or something. He just didn't want to have ANY discussion that would lead to more verbal abuse from this punker.
"Ha! Yu scared-ass....you didn't want'em seein' you coming out of the dildo joint with a dog crate. I should make you go back there right now and make you shake your fuckin' self apart again dragging that fucker to the counter and paying for it with all the after work crowd around.
Dan remained silent. His hands were sweat-sealed to the steering wheel and he was white-knuckling.
Dave missed none of the torment he was putting the young teacher through. Davey was trembling himself. Trembling with excitement from each thing he made the poor student teacher go through. He thrilled to it all, and mostly the control...the sheer power he had over this dude....and the fucking shame he put him through.
Soon enough Dan was reborn it seemed, that the kid didn't make him go back to the book store, and let him instead pull into the pet store parking lot.
"Since you didn't complete yur assignment tuhday, Teech, I will go in and choose the crate," Davey said.
Dan just followed the teen spunker into the store and watched as the kid pulled out the folded metal frames....one after the other....and then he would stand them up next to Danny, as if measuring him for them....'Omigod!' Dan screamed inside himself! 'IT IS for me!'
Somehow it never dawned on Dan that ALL this shit he had to buy was FOR HIM...and nobody the fuck else! It's like he was in a dumbed-down daze the whole time. Who in the hell else COULD it all be for....particularly after that night with the goth belt and the kid screaming naked in the street like a banshee as Danny was allowed to drive off....naked his own self! Geez, whutta doof. He should'a known! There should have been no fuckin' doubt!
But, eternal optimist....he still gave Davey credit for being more humane than he deserved, and thought there must be some other explanation.
Danny wrote another check, and found this all was a massive drain on his cash. This was already much more than his meager student pay could handle.
Of course, there was no chance telling Davey would make any diff, so he just handed over the check and Dave shoved the crate at Dan to carry out to the car. While Dan maneuvered stuff in the trunk and all, Dave just sat in the car having grabbed the keys to start it and turn on the tunes while he waited for Dan.
At Dan's apartment, Dave followed behind Dan as the exhausted teacher carried the crate and the other gear up the stairs and into his second floor apartment.
"Ummm...uhhhh, whut....whut's gonna happen....Dave-vee? I am supposed to have dinner with Gai...my girlfriend...and her parents tonight at 6, and well....you're gonna hafta get home an' all."
Dave strode right up to Dan and when they were chest to chest with Dan still holding onto the bag from the book store and the heavy metal crate, he just shoved the teacher onto the couch. Everything dropped from his hands, and the c rate made an awful racket as it fell and clattered sounding like a bag of empty beer cans hitting the floor!
"You don't akx questions, queerbro! You just follow orders. And furst things furst...." he growled as he pulled his prick from his fly.
"Chow down, faggot! Make it all nice and syruppy on thet queenieboi tongue'a yers!"
Dan's mind went blank. All he could smell and taste was teen cock funk and spent boycum from an hours-ago jack off, no doubt....or maybe it was just some natural discharge when the kid rocked up while he sat behind one the hot bitches in his classes.
"I wanna hear, tongue sloppin'! Lip-smacking, cock eating man! Do it!" Davey roared, smacking the side of Danny's head!
"Swurluppff! Gurwurlp! Qweeasskk!" were the sounds that made Dave happy. Mannnnn...that last one was when Davey shoved the head right through Dan's throathole and gagged him. They were both remembering how tough it was for Danny the first time the other night....and how easy it seemed now for Dan to adjust to deepin' some teen prick!
"Oh yeh! That's doin' it, queenie! You on target now. Just the head now...just hold it in your lips like a ice cream cone and wash it over with yur tongue till I scream!"
Dan worked hard to service the teen's tool. Sweat streamed from every pore...down his face and under his arm pits. He could feel sweat sopping his boxers. The whole of all this was sapping the very energy out of him.
"Pull yur weasel dick out and play with it while ya blow me, dude! Yeh....like'at! Good....now look up at me while you suck.....and keep lookin' till I fill yur mowff with my stuff!
"Oh man...you don't realize how far yu come, man. Yu are making yur master happy man....makin' master HAPPPP-PEEEEE!!!!"
You wonder if Dan heard Davey say 'master'. No matter....he'd be certain of his status in this pairing-up soon enough.
Davey started to pump for real now and was in an all-out face fuck! He grabbed the back of Dan's crewcut head and sealed it to his cockhair and rut-fucked his butt and Dan's head together till he blowed his nut deep down Danny's throat!
"Take it yu gaggin' faggot! Swaller it! Swaller my spoovage!" Davey bellowed, while all you could hear fum Danny were small "Queasks" and "Urrupp's" that sounded like tiny animal squeals from far away....and muffled gloorrrulps.
Shuddering from the fantastic cum Davey had, he almost fell but held the back of Dan's head for balance as the student teacher gasped for air and grabbed his throat while hanging his head watching cumspit drool from his lower lip to the floor without the ability to suck the slop back into his mouth to stop it. It seemed even his tongue was numb!
Davey zipped back up, slapped the side of Dan's head again and then yanked him by the back of his neck to his knees on the floor. "Suck up that fuckslop off'a the floor, PIGGG!" Danny got down to the floor and as his face reached just above the puddle of his drooze there, Davey stepped on his neck and pushed his face right into it.
"Urrmmpph!" groaned Dan, and then there was the unmistakable squeaky noises from cheeks and lips being pushed back and forth with Dave's foot to Dan's head while he tried to lick the cockslop up.
When Dan was done, he just lay there....ass up, chest and face to the floor. He was learning. He wasn't going to move till he was told. He just couldn't take any more shocks from Dave screaming at him.
It got very quiet. Toooooo quiet. Dan could here his small alarm clock ticking in the sparsely furnished college boy apartment.
Then.....then right at his nose, on the floor....a sneaker toe. Dan didn't move a muscle....but just gave it a dead-on stare.
"Lick my sneaker, faggot....but not with that fucksnot all over yur face....wipe it on your shirt, queenie. At's it," Dave complimented his teechaslave as Dan's wiped lips and tongue made a circuitous route around the entire tip of Davey's grungy sneaker.
Dave didn't say 'Stop!' so Dan just kept on licking. He was starting to shake all over again .....the shame of it all as his spit started to drooze from his mouth again as he kept stimulating his salivaries....he couldn't stop licking!....and he couldn't stop the drool. His insides were in turmoil.
Then the sneaker moved way under his face and his lips were on the laces. "Lick'em up, gurlie!"
Dan started to lick the laces of Davey's right sneaker....and then he pushed Dan's face with it over onto his left sneaker. While the young teacherboy licked the left toe and laces, Davey pressed down on Dan's upper back til Danny's chest pressed back into the floor.
The slicky-shlukky lip smackin' really charged up the young master.
"Open'em laces witcher teeth, Teech....den loosen'em up and take'em off the same way," Davey ordered.
It was a chore, but Danny managed to get both sneaks off and as the kid stood there in his sock feet, he wiggled his toes in his damp socks right up into Dan's lips. Dan didn't question....but didn't do anything as the scent of all day schoolboy sneaker-sock funk wafted up into his brainbox through his nose.
Davey lifted his right foot up against Dan's face and said, "Sniff'em up boy! Yahhh! Sniff!Sniff!Sniff!" he barked down to his teechadoggie!
Dan ravaged the boy's sock foot. He wolfed all over it like a dog in heat! Davey was getting crazed at the stude teacher's foot sex fever!
Then he quickly switched feet to get Dan going on the licketty-sniffin' of the other foot.
"SOCKS!" Dave yelled...."teeth'em off!"
Dan was somebody different. He was all over those ankles and heels grappling with the elastic tops and biting them down all the way off the kid's feet, licking the soles and any other part of the kid's foot his tongue happened to be near. His breathing was short and he was actually panting.....he was more dog than human for that moment!
Davey then left the panting dogboyman with his ass still up and chest to the floor, panting into the floor while he found a comfy chair to sit on and curl his legs up on, so both his feet touched bottoms at the edge of the cushion.
With his middle finger between his big toes on the cushion he crooked it for Dan to come over and serve him.
Dan took no chances, and really couldn't think anymore anyways....he had slobber drool stringing from his bottom lip and chin as he chest crawly-squeaked to the young masterfucker.
When Dan was below Davey's feet with his face on the floor, Dave grabbed the shirt collar and yanked him straight up into his feet. "SUCK, FUCK! "Haaaaaaaaaa!" Dave laughed at how his wicked order sounded....and rhymed.
Meanwhile the newly feet-ravaging boyeater wolfed all over Davey's feet. With the soles pressed together, Dave shoved all his toes into Danny's boypleasing mouth. He wormed his fingers around the edges of Dan's mouth till all fucking ten toes were in there....then he roared: "Stick yur tongue through and lemme see it, cuntboi!"
Dan was somehow taxing his gag reflex trying to get the lick-muscle through the kid's toes, but he managed it finally. "Yahhhh! Keep it out and wiggle it 'round...yehhhh... like'at!" Dave ordered Danny in triumph and almost giggly glee.
Spit was drooling again from Dan's bottom lip. His mouth was wide fucking open, yet closed for being stuffed completely with funky boy toes.
Like a light went off, Dave seemed to remember something....he sat there transfixed for a moment while poor wimpy Dan waited for orders puddling the floor with his drool.
Without a word he seemed to be searching with his hands around Dan's shirt....his collar.....and then....then he remembered...."Whut the fuck wuz under there when I grabbed at yu faggot?" Davey seemed to saying to himself but yet addressing his slavetool.
He felt it...it was something hard...solid....and he ripped open Dan's shirt collar. THERE IT WAS! IN ALL ITS GLORY! The collar that Kirk had locked on Dave's neck at the sex toy wall in the fuck store!
"Oh mannnnn! You are learning, my man! You are gonna be the best fucking cock slave ever borned, turdbucket! You are truly FINE....with a capital FUCK YUUU!"
"Now reach behindju, and grab the goodie bag....I wantcher leash, pussyboi," Davey said.
Straining best he could, Danny's fingers found the bag and pulled it around in front where Davey could check out the wares. "Ahhhh! Yuh did good, boi!" he petted the top of Danny's head as he showed the dildo, then the buttplug....pushing them both up against Dan's toe-filled mouth....and had him lick the plastic blister packs.
He wasted no time with the handcuffs which he fastened behind Dan's back. They were hook 'n loop kinda things so they were easy to wrap up his teech-victim.
"Yahhhh! Here it be! Yur doggie leash, queenie! I love that collar. Iyam proud of yer choices here. The leash in gold color matches the trim on yur collar." 'CLICK'....and the leash was attached. Davey was feeling mighty, mighty powerful....tougher and stronger by the minute!
He was still wiggling his toes in Dan's spit-sopped mouth, while the poor teacher's upper lip and mouth corners were drying out.
He yanked at the leash several times, getting his Teech to grunt each time, and it seemed that each yank forced the kid's toes further into his overstuffed mouth.
Dropping the leash Davey pulled his toes from Dan's mouth and pushed the feet bottoms against Danny's face. "Keep yer tongue out and lap 'em up as they go up and down fagtool. C'monnnn! Move from left to right. Don't cheat my feet boi....lick'em both up equal-like...yuh know...equal opportunity!!! Yehhh! Yu doin' it good dare. Keep it up, and then I want yuuh to slip yer tongue in between each two toes, and swap'em up nice and clean-like."
Dan smothered that boy's feet with lips and tongue. He was in a cross between wanting to do everything the little fucker said, and not being able to figure out what he was doing. He was operating on remote control it seemed....robotically, yet ravenously!
Davey was absolutely thrilled....muttering under his breath the kid was saying, " This....this is beyond my wildest fuckin' dreams! I fuckin' OWN diss motherfucker...lock, stock and cock!!!!!"
The sensuous thrill of owning one's own cockslave lent an erotic aura to the whole scene that actually was overwhelming the boy director! He was steely rock hard! He sure could go for another tongue slide.....annnnnd HE DID!!!
"Gwawuffff!" Dan was stuffed again with teentool! "Sqwukukk! Urrlwuppf!"
"Oh mannn, Teech....you need it man! Yu need it so-o-o fuckin' bad! And bes' 'ting fer yu, is ahmena have it rightchere fer yuh alla times!" the kid taunted as he face-rammed the sorry boy teacher.
Then, quick as it restarted, it was over again. Davey had other fish to fry.....well....other toys to open, as it were.
He picked up the dildo package and put the edge of it into Dan's teeth. "Open it sport!"
"Ohhhh noooooo, boyyyyyy! Yu shoulda been thinking ahead, queerbait! Dare's no LUBE in here! I guess yuh gonna be takin' yer fuck toys, dry, my l'il gurly-boi!"
Dan was having a terrible time with the dildo pack, and Davey found it sopped with mouth goo but still in tact. He yanked it from Dan''s teeth and smacked him over the head with it before ripping it apart and freeing the dildo with 'the feel of real cock'!
He shoved it into Dan's mouth and grabbed the leash yanking Dan over on his back mashing his cuffed hands underneath him.
Dan's legs bent under him awkwardly, but then freed and spread out on the floor. Davey grabbed the ankle cuffs from the bag, cuffed his teacher's feet and then ran the leash through the cuffs, lashing the other end to the collar and tightened till Dan's legs were straight up in the air and his ass was up. Davey pushed him over till he was resting on his shoulders and neck with his legs back over his head. The only saving grace for Dan was that his cuffed hands were no longer being crushed under him.
The rest of Dan's already ripped shirt was torn from him....his pants and shorts were yanked up and rumpled around his leash-tied ankles.
The dildo was pulled from Danny's sucking mouth and slid up and down, and up and down in the butt crease of Danny's upturned tail.....harder and deeper and deeper annnnddd ..............
"Errrrrrrnnnnnnnnnphhhhh! Donnnnnnnn't! Please! Nuthin' ever....Donnnnnn't! I never had... AHHHRRRRCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Danny pleaded, then cried out!
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhyehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Better than my wildest fuckin' dreams!!!!!"
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