Henrys heart thudded in his chest as his teacher Mr. Bell untied him from the bed posts. His ass ached from the pan hed been forced to endure. This was the second time Mr. Bell had managed to get him alone so he could force his big stiff dick up Henrys asshole. He felt so disgusting and humiliated but Mr. Bell seemed to think he actually liked it.

Mr. Bell picked up the weak little boy and carried him through a door into a bathroom. A shower surrounded by glass filled a third of the room. Henry couldnt imagine why anyone needed such a big shower.

"Please take me home," Henry begged quietly. "I just want my mom. Please."

"Were not done yet Henry," Mr. Bell told him. "Im gonna treat you like the slut you are until you get your fucking grade up."

Mr. Bell slid open the glass and stepped inside the shower, then cloed it again. He turned a knob and water came jetting out of the spout above their heads. It was warm and probaly would have comforted Henry if not for the person her was with. Mr. Bell put the boy on the floor of the shower on his stomach. Henry pushed up onto his hands and knees.

When he felt a hand on his sore ass he tried to scramble away but he was so week that he just managed a weak flaila dn fell back onto his stomach. Mr. Bell knelt down and lifted Henrys ass up with his strong hands He put his mouth around Henrys hole and started to suck and stick his tongue inside. Henry felt the warm liquid inside him moving into Mr. Bells mouth but not all of it. When Mr. Bell was done he turned Henry over and Henry expected more abuse but what his teacher did next surprised him. He bent over Henry and took his small dick into his mouth. Henry felt his teachers tongue rolling it around. Henry was shocked to discover how very good it felt.

He felt his privates throb and realized that his dick was getting a little bigger and harder. Mr. Bell bobbed his head, sliding Henrys dick in and out of his mouth. Henry wanted him to stop even though it felt so good. The feeling was overpowering.

Henry tried to kick his legs. but Mr. Bell held his waist to keep him in place. Henry moaned and whined and cried and squirmed from the mix of pleasure and pain. Then to make it worse Mr. Bell took two fingers and pushed them forcefully into Henrys abused asshole. Henry cried out as his teacher probed a round inside him, pushing, pressing, twisting.

Henry felt the pleasure rising and then his body exploded with a wonderful feeling like nothing hed ever imagined. He arched his back and clenched his fists and curled his feet. It was amzing and yet it made him feel gross.

Mr. Bell stopped playing with his students ass and dick. He smiled. "Bet you dont dry cum so hard when youre playing with yourself in bed at night do you Henry? Bet you dont even jack off your cock, and you just focus on fingering that tight little ass of yours because thats what you like, isnt it you cockhungry whore?"

Henry couldnt even get words out he was breathing so hard. The "dry cum" had sapped away even more strength.

Mr. Bell reached for the bar of soap on the shelf and started to rub it all all over Henry. He washed his arms, his legs, his back, his chest, his stomach, and then finally his dick, balls, and ass. He started to scrub Henrys asshole until it was slippery. Then he put the soap back and spread Henrys asscheeks apart. Henry sobbed as he figured out what was coming.

His teacher slapped his ass hard with one hand and then rubbed down his crack. "You have such a perfect little ass, Henry," he said. "You have no idea how good it feels to fuck that ass. Ah but you like taking it, dont you?"

For the third time he pressed his dick against Henrys opening. He lifted Henrys ass off the ground and held it in place. Then he pushed forward. Henry yelled and slapped the floor as the massive dick pushed deeper and deeper. Halfway in his teacher thrust forward and jammed it ball deep. Henry could never get used to the unbearable pain. He could feel it all the way from his opening to where it ended inside of him.

He heard Mr. Bell groan softly behind him. Then he started to slide in and out, pulling on Henrys hips to assist. Henry let out along howl and Mr. Bell laughed through his groans. He pounded harder making Henry howl more. "Yeah, baby, howl for me! Show me how much you love it!"

Henry tried not to howl but he couldnt stop himself. Mr. Bell laughed and slapped Henrys sore asscheeks, gripping them now and again.

Then he suddenly pulled out and stood up. Henry was confused but so relieved when Mr. Bell opened the sliding glass and stpped out. He tried to stand but could hardly manage it. He tried to crawl toward the glass opening but Mr. Bell came back. He held a wide stoll in his hands. Then he closed the glass and Henry stared at feeling like his chace of freedom was gone.

Mr. Bell set the stool against the shower wall. Tehn he picked Henry up and stood him on the stool with his face against the wall, holding him up so he wouldnt fall. "Perfect," he said. Holding Henry with one hand, he rubbed more soap on him with the other. Then he placed his dick on Henrys hole and pushe d inside once again.

Of all the positions Mr. Bell had put him in this one was the worst. As his teached forced himself inide Henrys aching body was pushed painfully against the wall. Mr. Bell held Henry under the armpits and thrust, thrust, thrust, making Henrys head explode. He was sure he would pass out. He even hoped he would. But he didnt. He stayed awake to endure the pain.

"You should be in a fuckin freakshow," Mr. Bell panted. "An eight year old kid whos addicted to big rough cocks in his filthy homo ass. Bet everyone would be jealous I get to fuck you and they dont."

Tears streaked down Henrys face. He hated that Mr. Bell felt the need to insult him while causing him pain. He whined and moaned.

"Yeah moan for my cock, you disgusting faggot. Beg me to rip up your boy-cunt! Oh god! Oh here it comes!"

Henry felt the hot liquid once again pour into his insides. Mr. Bell pushed Henrys body against the wall and yelled out with ecstasy. Henrys ass tunnel burned. As Mr. Bell pulled out and lowered Henry onto the ground, the boy felt in dripping slwoly out of his ass, being carried to the drain by the water. He curled into a ball and sobbed.

Mr. Bell stood over him. "Were finally up to a C minus," he said. "But really, Henry, I think you can do better than that, dont you?"