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Subject: {ASSM} ST: "Teacher Part Six" (M, b, t, mind control)
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Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2005 03:10:02 -0400
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TEACHER - PART SIX

By Daemon Way

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

"Oh fuck!  I can't believe what I'm seeing!"

Cory grinned broadly, the type of grin that causes a boy's eyes
to grow bright and that reveals a boy's top teeth, the type of
grin only young boys are capable of, the type of grin reserved
for Christmas mornings and for fart jokes.  Anthony's eyes were
about to pop out of his head as he watched Goosey Gilles, the
teacher every student at Lincoln Junior High School hated,
getting his ass fucked by a dog.  His eyes were not all that was
bulging.  His stiff dick was bulging out his jeans besides.  Cory
glanced at it, felt an ache pass up the core of his one bone, and
then turned his attention back to the screen.  He'd zoomed the
cam recorder in at that point, zooming in on Lad's slimy, bright
red cock pistoning in and out of Gilles's asshole, his doggy
slime splattering out with each withdrawal.  It was totally
wicked.  The camera panned up, showing the long, red scratches
caused by Lad's toenails as he dug into Gilles's body in his
lust, and on up to Gilles's face, showing the man's sparkling
eyes and flushed cheeks, clear signs of his own pleasure.  The
two thirteen-year-old boys sat there, eyes glued to the monitor.
How could a guy enjoy getting fucked by a dog?  Neither could
think of anything dirtier, and their young cocks were stiff and
aching with teen arousal.

"Why've they stopped?" Anthony asked a minute later.

"I dunno.  Sortta looks like Lad's pumping his ass full of his
stuff.  Just enjoying getting his ass filled I guess."  Though
both boys had seen the formation of Lad's knot and its insertion
up Gilles's rectum, several times actually as Anthony had had
Cory reverse and replay that part of the tape four times to be
sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing, neither boy
knew what it was for, nor that it had tied dog and man for the
next twenty minutes, every second of which Cory had retained on
the tape, going back and forth between their union, Lad's hangdog
face, and Gilles's goofy, confused look.

"Oh fuck.  Can you imagine having a bone for that long?"

"Imagine?  I thought you were like that twenty-four seven," Cory
joked.

"Fucking almost," Anthony laughed appreciatively.  He was
perpetually horny, and not ashamed to admit it.  "You really
taped that yourself?" he asked when the tape finally ended.
  
"Yeah."

"Oh man!  That's fucking awesome."

"I thought you'd like it.  Actually, looks like you liked it a
lot," Cory added, grinning mischievously as he glanced at the
bulge in Anthony's jeans.

"So did you obviously," Anthony retorted good naturedly.

"So, you wanna jack off?"

"You bet I do."

Anthony had been jerking off just shortly after he'd turned
eleven, and it had been Anthony who had introduced Cory to the
pleasure.  They had been best buddies forever, way back before
they'd even begun school, and revealing that secret had cemented
their friendship even more.  Sitting there side by side on Cory's
bed, the two thirteen-year-old boys eagerly pushed down their
jeans and underwear.  The two boys were almost identical in
height and weight, at five-foot-three and a hundred pounds
Anthony, just over a month older than Cory, being an inch and a
half taller and a couple pounds heavier, and of similar build,
being at that early adolescent age where their young muscles are
still softly contoured and padded with baby fat, but starting to
develop a definition and a hardness that indicates they are no
longer children.  The new growth of short, curly hairs above
their dicks, the still hairless but now pendant sacks with their
two oval little eggs hanging below their dicks, and the stiff,
upwardly-pointing shafts, Anthony's a fraction shorter but a bit
fatter than Cory's, were also evidence that childhood had been
left behind, though only recently.

There the similarity ended.  While Anthony had dark brown hair
and seductive dark brown eyes, Cory's hair was a reddish-brown
and his eyes a greenish-blue, a reflection of his Irish heritage.
 It being September, he had developed a nice even chocolate-brown
tan contrasting with the pale pink of his buttocks and flat
stomach where society dictated he keep himself covered.  Anthony
on the other hand had an olive complexion, and while the sun had
slightly darkened the exposed skin, his buttocks and stomach were
not markedly different from the rest of his body.  In addition
Anthony had recently sprouted fine, silky hair in his pits, to
the envy of his grade eight classmates, and fine wisps of hair on
his upper lip, those at the two corners slightly darker and
longer than the rest, adding to his already seductive looks. 
Whereas Cory still had his foreskin in tact, Anthony was
circumcised, a difference that had fascinated the two close
buddies the first time they'd compared.  His balls didn't hang as
low as Cory's but were slightly larger, and darker.

The two boys now stared down at their swollen dicks as they held
them by the base with thumb and first two fingers and began to
stroke the aching flesh.  Although they both jacked off
regularly, rarely missing a day and usually beating off several
times a day, the throbbing of their swollen cocks and the itching
and burning of the rim of their dickheads were pleasures neither
had grown tired of.  Being young, that pleasure lasted a long
time as their young bodies were in no hurry to ejaculate.  Cory
glanced over at his buddy sitting on his bed beside him and
watched him stroking his cock and he felt a thrill of added
excitement as he watched Anthony's fingers slowing stroking that
private appendage.  Anthony glanced over at him too, and he felt
another surge of arousal.  It was fucking hot watching a buddy
jacking off, and having him watch you.
Slowly the recently descended balls began to swell and to draw up
beneath their throbbing cocks, the twin orbs ripe and filled with
their thin, watery boy juice.  The two boys began to breathe
faster as they felt that awesome peak approaching, and they
squirmed with anticipation as they opened and closed their
peeholes.

"I'm about to shoot."

"Me too."

They shot simultaneously, filling the crumbled Kleenex grasped in
their opposite hands with their hot, thin cum.  The tissue soaked
up the young boy juice as spurt after spurt erupted from their
throbbing cocks and they could feel the heat and sliminess
through the thin tissue.  They glanced over at each other,
watching the final spurts erupt from each other's dick, and then
glanced up at each other and exchanged wide, toothy smiles. 
There was only one thing two buddies could do that was closer
than sharing in that private, secret pleasure, and that was doing
each other.  They'd both thought of that in their private jerk
off sessions, but they'd not yet approached the other with the
idea.  They squeezed out the remaining juice, milking their still
stiff and throbbing cocklets, and sat there with their jeans and
underwear about their ankles and enjoyed the wash of bliss that
passed over them.

As he leaned over and tossed the wadded tissue in Cory's
wastepaper basket, Anthony noticed the two pictures sitting on
Cory's dresser.  "Who's the guys?"

"Goosey's kids, I think," Cory replied.  "They fell out of his
wallet when he gave us that money after giving us blow jobs."

"That was fucking awesome," Anthony observed with a grin as he
thought back to that special Monday.  Still in shock from having
been blown and then having their most hated teacher turn over his
wallet and tell them to take whatever they wanted, he hadn't
noticed the pictures fall out nor Cory pocket them.  "That was
the best fucking detention I've ever had."

"Me too."

"I wish he'd keep us in after school again and put on another
show for us, and suck us off again, but slower and longer,"
Anthony observed wistfully.

"That's possible."

"What do you mean?"

"Ah, I mean it's not hard to get a detention with Goosey."

"Oh yeah, that's for fucking sure.  He loves keeping guys after
class." Anthony thought about the strip tease their teacher had
performed for them, and then the blow job he'd given both.  That
had been just as surprising as the video he'd just seen.  He
glanced over at the two pictures.  The younger of the two boys
looked to be about nine.  He had red hair and green eyes and pale
skin.  He was wearing a soccer uniform, and was kneeling on one
knee with the soccer ball on the grass before him.  He looked
cute.  Anthony wondered what he'd look like buck naked and tried
to imagine him kneeling there without his clothes, and then
kneeling there and sucking him off like his dad had sucked him
off.  Despite having just shot a load, he felt his cock begin to
swell again.  He was thirteen after all, and a healthy, normal
boy.  He glanced at the clock on the night stand as he considered
suggesting they jerk off again and frowned when he saw the time.
 
"I gotta go," he said disappointedly.  "The rents said I had to
be home by eight."  He got up and pulled up his underwear and
jeans.  "Thanks for showing me the video.  It's fucking
awesome."

"Hey, anytime.  Glad you liked it."

The two boys grinned at each other.  Cory was glad.  It had been
Anthony who had introduced him to porn, a novelette about some
horny college cheerleaders who rewarded the boys of the football
team in a very special way.  That was only one of dozens of
little paperbacks and "men's" magazines from his dad's porn stash
that Anthony had discovered one day and subsequently shared with
his best buddy.  One of their favourites was a novelette about
five cousins, three boys and two girls who shared a cabin for the
night at a family reunion and ended up having an orgy with the
five forming every possible combination possible, including boy
on girl, boy on boy, and girl on girl.  That had fuelled dozens
of hot jack off sessions as they considered various of their
cousins that they'd love to see that come true for with them.

Being able to entertain Anthony in return for the porn he'd
shared had felt great, and as he lay back on his bed, Cory
considered how he might entertain Anthony further by arranging
another session with Goosey Gilles.  Like he'd said, getting a
detention would not be difficult, and having already made him do
a strip dance and suck them, that should be a snap really.  Like
Anthony had said, it would be awesome if it wasn't so fast the
next time.  Maybe they could meet in the park, the same place
where he and Lad had their fuck sessions.  Now that would be
awesome, having sex in the very same spot.  Even more awesome
would be if the three of them could have sex at the same time,
like the three boys had with each other in the "Family Reunion
Weekend" story Anthony had shared with him, one of them fucking
Gilles while he sucked the other one.

The biggest problem was he didn't know how to use the headband to
make someone have sex with two other guys at the same time. 
Actually, he wasn't overly sure how he'd made it work the first
time, or with Gilles and Lad.  Using the headband was, to tell
the truth, very hit and miss.  Like he'd had very little trouble
getting Gilles to drop on his hands and knees and get dog fucked.
 On the other hand when he'd tried to get his Dad to buy him a
new game for his Gameboy, his dad just sat there and kept
flipping his head, like he was being bothered by a pesky fly. 
When he'd tried to get both his parents to let him have a TV in
his room, the two had glanced at each other and at him
suspiciously as he'd tried to convince each and both to agree. 
One day at Terry's he'd tried to get him to suck Lad, just for a
lark and intending to stop it before he actually did it, but
Terry had been totally unaffected by his thoughts.  On the other
hand, the very first day he'd gotten his mother to frig her cunt
and her ass with the pepper mill.  If only the thing had come
with instructions.

Suddenly remembering his great-grandfather's journal, he wondered
if he'd written anything in it about the headband.  You would
think he would have.  Now why hadn't he thought of that before! 
He got up and headed for the garage, only to return to the
livingroom moments later.  "Where's that pile of stuff we sorted
out in the garage for the garbage bin?"

"In the town refuse dump by now I suppose," his mother said,
looking at him as if that was a dumb question.

"Oh maaannnnn, you threw it all away?"

"Ah, that was the purpose of sorting out great-grandpa's stuff?"
his mother responded, definitely wondering about her son now.

"Shoot," Cory cursed, wishing he could use the word he'd thought
instead.

"What?"

"I threw Grandpa's journal on the pile by mistake."  His mother
looked at him even more curiously.  "I just realized now.  I
meant to put it aside to read."

His mother was totally bewildered.  Reading was not exactly one
of Cory's favourite pastimes. "Well, you're lucky.  I saw it and
saved it."

"Fu-tastic!" exclaimed, changing his curse in midstream.  "Where
is it?"

"In a box in the garage, on the top shelf, with the rest of the
stuff I saved from Great grandpa Isaiah."

"That's awesome!  Thanks, Mom!"

Cory raced back out into the garage and excitedly pulled the box
down and opened it up.  There it was, under a pile of other books
and papers.  He opened it to the first page and began to read. "I
was born on March 15 in the year of our Lord one thousand eight
hundred and eighty-four, in time to celebrate Saint Patrick's
Day, in the tiny Irish village of Loughrea. . . ."  He flipped
through the first quarter of the book to the commencement of
World War 1.  That would be an interesting read, but at the
moment he was in search of something of greater importance.  He
kept flipping through the book becoming more and more frustrated.
 His great-grandfather was if nothing else very verbose.

Cory impatiently turned to the other books and papers in the box.
 A faded old Geographic Society of Ireland journal looked
interesting for a later read, especially the article on Druids
that had been bookmarked.  He knew nothing about them but the
article said they worshipped oak trees, which might have
something to do with his headband, and danced naked, which
certainly would be interesting to read.  It was too bad there
were no pictures and the print was so tiny.  There were several
other science journals, none of which caught his attention, and
some letters.  One was a letter to a friend which for some reason
had been returned in which he referred to having discovered an
ancient artifact in the forest, which caught Cory's attention,
and going on to praise the work of someone called Franz Mesmer
and his theories about the mind and to criticise that of a
surgeon James Baird, a Scotsman who according to the letter died
twenty years before his great-grandfather was born.  It seemed
his great-grandfather didn't have much respect for anyone
Scottish from the letter.  On the other hand he must have liked
someone called Doctor Milton Erickson because he had dozens of
articles by him torn out of newspapers and journals and he had
even corresponded with him.

Finally Cory came to a large envelop which contained a letter
from the Royal Dublin Society rejecting a paper he'd wanted
published.  The name of the paper which was enclosed was entitled
"Evidence of Mesmerization Practised by Druid Priests as
Evidenced by Present Experimentation by the Author with a Sixth
Century Copper Druid Headband."  Yes!  Cory was still reading an
hour later when his mother came up to his room to tell him it was
time to go to bed, and an hour after that when she told him it
was the third and last time she was telling him to put out his
light, relenting when he said he only had four more pages to
read.  He put out the light, but he was far too excited to sleep.
 Tomorrow was going to be the most wicked day of his life yet!

**********
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.  Watch for the conclusion of Anthony's idea in the next
chapter.

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