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Subject: {ASSM} ST: "Teacher Part Two" (M/t, mind control)
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TEACHER - PART TWO

By Daemon Way

<a href="mailto:daemonway@yahoo.ca">daemonway@yahoo.ca</a>

"You forgot your gym strip?"

"Ah, yeah?" Cory replied, omitting the "duh."

"A day's suspension from school didn't do anything to help
improve your memory?"

"Ah, no, I guess not." Actually, there was nothing wrong with
Cory's memory.  The plain and simple truth was he didn't see the
point of wearing gym strip just to play badminton.  It wasn't
like he was going to work up a sweat or anything.  It was just a
dumb rule that was followed because it was a rule, not because it
made sense, and Cory didn't believe in following rules just for
the sake of following them.  He did learn something last Thursday
though.  He learned if you pissed off Goosey Gilles enough you
got a holiday from school.  Now that was a punishment.

"Well, perhaps a detention tonight will teach you something."

"A detention?  Just for ."

"You want to try going for two days?"

Cory knew better than to respond.  As he sat there on the bench
watching the class for the period, he thought up a dozen ways to
make Goosey Gilles pay for giving him detention, starting with
hypnotising him and erasing his memory how to control his rectum
and ending with suspending him from the flag pole outside the
school stark naked.

"I couldn't get an advance on my allowance from the rents," his
best buddy Anthony whispered the next period in computer class.

"Don't matter.  I got detention in gym for tonight so I won't be
able to go hang out at the mall after school anyway," Cory
whispered back.

"Detention?  What for?"

"Not bringing my gym strip to school."

"That sucks."

"So does Goosey Gilles."

"Boys."  They looked up at their scowling teacher.  "You want to
share what you're talking about with the rest of us?"  They
stared down at their computer screens.  "I asked you two a
question."

"No.  No sir," replied Anthony.

"You know the rule about talking in class."

"Yes sir."

"Then you can join Cory tonight in detention and the two of you
can write lines."

Anthony looked up at him and opened his mouth to protest, and
then thought better of it.  For the rest of the period the two
boys sat in glum silence, occasionally glancing up and glaring,
Cory especially.  All because of gym strip.  Cory would show him
gym strip.  They should make him sniff everyone's gym shorts.  He
should make the son of a bitch write lines himself.  Maybe
something about why gym strip wasn't necessary.  Or about
stripping.  Maybe have him take them to a strip club for
detention.  Cory thought about that.  And then he thought about
the headband in his backpack.  A smile curled his lips.  At the
end of the day, he told Anthony to stop by the drama room and
tell the teacher Gilles wanted the CD player and video camera. 
Anthony had no idea why, but he knew his best buddy had a plan,
and that was good enough for him. 

"Mister Gilles?"

"Yes."

"Instead of lines, can we tell you what we was talking about."

"What you were talking about."

"Yeah."

"It's a little late now.  You should have thought about that when
I asked."

"Well, it was a little embarrassing to say in front of the class.
  It's personal."
 
Julius Gilles looked up from his desk at Cory.  The boy was not a
bad student deep down, but he was certainly his most troublesome.
 Never following the rules, never doing his homework, always with
a smart comeback that bordered on the insolent, the type of
student that could do so well if he put his mind to it, the type
of kid who pushed the boundaries.  Like when he'd come into the
room he was wearing this strange copper-looking headband,
certainly only to get a rise out of him, to challenge him to take
it off.  He was tempted, but knowing Cory's purpose, he didn't
fall into his trap.  Cory was also the type of student who was a
prankster and an excellent con artist, one of the two roles he
suspected the thirteen-year-old was playing at the moment.

"Very well, what is it?"

"I was telling Anthony about being given detention for not having
my gym strip."

"That's hardly something personal."

"Well what we was talking about is that we was wondering if it is
true that there are places where men pay to watch women strip."

Trust Cory to think of that he thought with a frown.  "Yes, there
are."

"And places where people pay to watch men strip?"

"Yes."

"What's so great about watching someone take off their clothes?"

"Offer to show them."  Julius Gilles stared at Cory.  At first he
thought the boy had made the suggestion but he hadn't said
anything, and besides, he would have said "us" not "them."  The
thought had just popped in his head.  "Show us how it's done. 
Show Cory and Anthony how a guy strips."  There, he'd said "us."
But his lips hadn't moved, though his eyes had narrowed, as if in
deep concentration.  "Stip, strip, strip.  Show how to do it.  Do
it.  Do it!"  The thoughts came fast and furious and demanding. 
Images of him dancing in the front of the room.  Images of him
bumping and grinding.  Desires to show the two boys.  Desires to
teach them.  They were more than just irrational thoughts, more
than fleeting fantasies.  They were feelings.  Feelings of
arousal.  Feelings of need.  He slowly got to his feet in spite
of himself.

"Well, it is difficult to explain.  It'd be easier for me to show
you."

"Awesome," replied Cory with a grin.  Anthony sat there staring
at him as if he couldn't believe what he'd just said.  He
couldn't blame the boy.  He couldn't believe what he'd just said
himself.  Cory took the CD from his walkman and inserted it in
the CD player and picked up the video camera and aimed it at him
with a huge smile.  As the music began, he began to move, unable
to stop himself.

"This one is goin' out to the stripper joints
Yo meet me at Susie's Ronday-vou
For any go-go bar
I'm gonna send this one out to the gyms, club, Magic City, New
York Dollars, Rollex  . . . "

He began to sway and twist in time to the rap music of Wyclef's
"Hope" as he began to unbutton his shirt.  He turned his back and
slowly removed it, and then turning to face the boys, he twirled
his shirt in the air before tossing it at them.  With a hairy,
flabby chest and a developing middle-age gut, he was no sex
kitten but he held the boys' attention as well as any big-boobed
broad would have.

"Ten grand let me see you shake it like you got no bones in your
body
And you was meant to be a celebrity
Twenty grand know it's a sin
But if you show me more skin then would fulfill my fantasy . . .
"

He looked into the camera seductively as he slowly reached for
his zipper and Cory zoomed in on his crotch as he slowly pulled
it down, undid his belt, unbuttoned his trousers, and slowly
began to push his trousers down.  Although you could not tell it
from the outside, inside he was fighting every move he was making
but it was as if someone else had control of his body.  Try as he
could, he could not stop himself from lowering his pants in front
of his two students.  He was totally confused as he slipped off
his shoes and stepped out of his trousers and then removed his
socks. This was wrong, so very wrong, and totally unlike him.  As
he performed before the camera, swaying and twisting, it was
purely an act, an unwilling one.  The song ended and another
started, Kool G. Rap's "No More Mister Nice Guy."

"For the ladies, one hundred and ninety-five pounds of beef,
Chinky eyes, curly hair, and gold teeth,
Swingin' with this here stud, you need practice,
I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress,
I'll leave you holdin' your swollen backside and rollin',
Fillin' all three holes just like bowlin' . . . "

He looked directly into the camera as seductive as any Calvin
Klein ad as he walked his boxers down, an inch on one side, then
an inch in the other, down to the beginning of his bush.  He
turned and gyrated his hips as he continued, slowly revealing his
ass crack to the two grinning, wide-eyed students.  He cannot
believe he is doing this, but the harder he fights the stronger
he feels the need to do it.

"I ain't bullshittin', you get hit with hysteria,
Cause I'ma bury a big one inside your private area,
All hell is in your tush,
When Kool G. Rap push pushes inside this bush  . . . "

He stepped out of his boxers and twirled them around, and then
held them in front of him as he turned, covering his crotch.  He
twisted and gyrated like a real stripper, at least like as
portrayed on television, his only knowledge about a stripper, and
then tossed them at Cory and the camera, revealing his privates
to his two students.  He swung and twisted to the vulgar rap
music, causing his limp cock to swing back and forth and his
balls to bounce.

"Oh yeah, that was hot.  I see now why guys pay to see others
strip," Cory said, rubbing his crotch as he turned off the CD. 
"It true that some strippers also have sex with their
customers?"

Having completed the strip tease, the urge to demonstrate it for
his two students dissipated as fast as it had built and he now
stood there once more in control of his body and his mind, but
now he had control he didn't know what to do.  "Some of them," he
replied as he tried to collect his thoughts.  By God, he was
standing there in the front of his two students totally naked.

"Cool, cuz I need a blow job bad," Cory announced, raising his
hips and pushing down his jeans and his boxers.  His young,
slender boner stood straight up in the air.  At thirteen it was
barely more than four inches long and he'd just begun getting
hairs but it was as rock hard as any man's could be.

Julius Gilles opened his mouth but quickly closed it as an
insane, overwhelming desire to give the vulgar, irreverent
student a blow job passed over him.  Cory handed Anthony the
video camera and turned the music back on and sat there
impudently, his trousers and underwear about his knees as he
stared at his teacher.  Julius Gilles pushed the idea out of his
head but it returned, twice as strong.  He'd never once
considered engaging in oral sex with another male in his entire
life, and certainly not with one of his students.  That was
perverted, not to mention illegal.  He could lose his job over
it.  He stepped forward awkwardly, stick-like, unable to resist.
The urge to suck the young boy off grew stronger, more demanding,
urgent now.  He reluctantly squatted down beside the boy.  His
young, stiff cock looked so delicious.  He had to have it.  His
mind screaming for him to stop, he slowly leaned over and took
Cory's stiff dick in his mouth and began to suck.

"No more Mister Nice Guy
Bitch I been waitin' for like a fuckin' month and a half
Word up baby
No more Mister Nice Guy . . . "

He sucked desperately as he slipped his lips up and down the
slender, hot cock.  It is delicious.  As delicious as a cherry
lollipop.  The thought just popped in his head.  He bobbed his
head up and down and sucked loudly and hungrily, all the while
disgusted and bewildered by his actions.  He was forty-four and
happily married with five children.  He was a teacher, a
responsible, upright citizen.  What was he doing sucking his
thirteen-year-old student's cock?  How could he be doing such a
perverted, filthy thing, and how could he be enjoying it?  But he
was, immensely.

Cory was also as he squirmed in his desk, as his cock throbbed
and he felt the blast of juice building up in his balls.  The
fucking son of a bitch was sucking his cock.  This was so totally
wicked, so totally fucking perfect.  He closed his eyes and threw
his head back as he enjoyed the physical build up of his climax
and the delicious satisfaction of getting his revenge on Gilles.
Anthony sat there in the desk beside him catching it all on
video, unable to believe what he was taping.  His teacher,
squatting there butt naked, sucking on Cory's cock!  He felt a
stirring in his jeans.

"So get a grip as my tip starts to sprinkle
It drips from your lip to your hip to your ankle . . . "

Cory shot off the hottest, juiciest load of his life, filling
Julius Gilles's mouth with his watery, slimy load.  He arched his
back and lifted his hips off his desk as he shot, filling the
school's most hated teacher's mouth with his hot stuff.  Gilles
squatted there, feeling the young boy's ecstasy and his scorn as
if he was experiencing it himself.  His mouth full of the boy's
semen, he had no option other than to swallow it, and he
shuddered with disgust as the slimy juice oozed down his throat.
He was swallowing his teenage student's semen for God's sake.  As
was the case with the strip tease, now that it was over the
irresistible urge disappeared and he was left with confusion and
guilt.  However, along with the guilt and shame was an
unexplainable euphoria, which of course neither he nor Cory were
aware was being transmitted from Cory to him by way of the
headband.

As Cory gradually recovered from the first blow job of his life,
Gilles's disgust and revulsion grew stronger.  Another song had
begun, another rap just as vulgar as the previous, but he was not
listening.  His shame blocked out the music.  Now Anthony.  Suck
his cock.  Make him feel as good as you made me feel.  Make him
feel as good as you made Cory feel.  Suck his cock.  You want it.
 You know how fucking wicked sucking a boy's cock is.  Young,
hot, boy cock, young, hot boy juice.  You want it!  You need it.
You love it.

Julius Gilles could block out the words of the rap music, but he
could not block out the new thoughts pounding in his head in time
with the beat.  Only for a second, when the thought "make him
feel as good as you made me feel" entered his mind, had he
resisted.  For a fleeting moment he had the feeling someone else
was speaking, that the thoughts were someone else's than his own,
but then it was gone, and the need and desire he'd felt just
before doing Cory returned just as strong.  Remaining on his
knees, he shuffled over to Anthony's desk as Cory took the
camera.  Once again moving woodenly and fighting every inch of
the way and every movement of his body, he reached up and pulled
the young boy's fly down.  He unsnapped his jeans and then as the
boy raised his hips he drew down his jeans and his briefs.  The
boy was rock hard.  How could he not be, given he'd just seen his
teacher perform a strip tease, and then suck off his best buddy?

Squatting there beside the boy's desk, he slipped his lips over
the young boy's cock and began to slip his lips up and down the
slender shaft and to suck on the swollen flesh with the eagerness
and desire he'd felt giving Cory a blow job.  His disgust and his
reservations gave way to once again the irrational and perverted
feelings of lust for young boy cock and young boy juice.  He
eagerly and hungrily slipped his lips up and down the stiff,
throbbing cock delighting in the filthy perverted act as desire
overwhelmed the last of his reservations.

Anthony could not believe it.  His teacher was squatting there
beside his desk totally naked and sucking him off.  He was no
faggot, but that didn't mean he'd never wondered what it would be
like to have a blow job.  Never in his wildest dreams had he
imagined it would be his teacher, and not just any teacher, but
Goosey Gilles, one of the most hated teachers in the school
system.  It was so fucking hot.  And Cory was taping it all, just
as he'd taped Cory getting sucked off.  It was too much!  In less
than a minute the young boy felt his load rising up the core of
his hot, throbbing cock.  He tensed as he thrust his lips
forward, lifting his butt off his seat and thrusting his cock in
Gilles's mouth. As his first spurt erupted from his body he
gasped with the delight and drew back suddenly, drawing his dick
right out of Gilles's mouth and spurting his second shot in his
face.

Cory hooted in amusement and delight as he watched his best buddy
spray Gilles's face with his juice.  That was fucking wild! 
Julius Gilles sat there stunned, suddenly feeling a burst of
humour and erotic delight having his face sprayed.  How could he
possibly feel that way?  Seeing the look of bewilderment on his
teacher's otherwise stunned and flushed face and remembering the
look on his mother's face after he'd told her to pat her head and
had begun fantasizing all the things he could do with the
headband, Cory suddenly realized what was going on and quickly
removed his headband.

In the meantime Anthony had desperately gotten his stiff,
spurting dick back in his teacher's mouth after spraying him with
a second shot.  As Anthony finished coming, Gilles squatted
there, allowing the thirteen-year-old student to fill his mouth.
Once again he felt the flush of shame and filthiness, but this
time it was not overpowered by feelings of immense pleasure. 
There were only immense guilt and disgust.  He'd just sucked off
another of his young students.  It did not matter that the boy
was horny and willing, and had clearly enjoyed it.  It was a
crime that he could be sent to jail for, and a perversion that
was one of the last remaining taboos in today's society.  He
slowly got to his feet, feeling for the first time in the past
hour that he actually had control over his body and thoughts.  He
stood there, naked, his face spattered with runny teenage cum,
his mouth puckered with the slimy goo of a thirteen-year-old
boy.

"We were going to go to the mall but Anthony's parents wouldn't
give him an advance on his allowance.  Could you give us some
money Mister Gilles?"
Julius slowly became aware Cory was talking to him.  He slowly
looked over at him as the boy put the strange headband back on. 
He hadn't been aware of him taking it off.  The two stared at
each other for a few moments.  "Sure."  He leaned over and
picking up his pants, he handed his wallet to Cory.  "Here, take
whatever you want."

Cory smiled at him as he opened the wallet.  Taking out the
bills, three twenties, two fives, and several ones, he stuffed
them in his jeans pocket.  About to hand the wallet back to him,
something fell out, two pictures, wallet-size school pictures,
one of a boy around twelve, the other around nine.  Probably
Gilles's kids.  He was about to stick them back in the wallet but
on the spur of the moment he decided to take them.  Handing
Gilles back his wallet, he and Anthony took the CD player and
video camera back to the drama room and headed for the mall,
leaving a bewildered, naked teacher standing in the front of his
classroom, cum dripping from his lip to his hip to his ankle as
he tried to make sense out of what had just happened and how he'd
felt this past hour.

"Oh maaaannn, that was like totally wicked," Anthony observed.

"Fucking right on," agreed Cory as he took out the money and
split it with his best buddy.

He stared at the two pictures of smiling, innocent, clean-cut
boys in their school best, wondering why he'd taken them.  He
didn't know them, but their pureness and the fact they were the
spawn of his most hated teacher, made him feel felt an immediate
hatred for them.  Unsure how he would like to continue his
revenge, he stuffed the pictures back in his pocket as he
continued with Anthony toward the mall.  As he walked along, his
dick limp and still wet and sticky in his boxers, the image of
his mother and the pepper mill suddenly came to his mind and a
wicked smile crossed his lips.
******** 

Thanks to Anthony for this idea.  What else would you like Cory
to do?  Have you ever had a teacher you hated and wanted to get
even with?  Email me your idea and I'll write it as part of this
story and with you as one of the students in his school. 
Anything goes, the hotter and more perverted the better, except I
don't write snuff and torture of kids.

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