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Subject: {ASSM} ST: "The Teacher Part 4" (M/b, mind control)
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Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2005 03:10:03 -0400
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TEACHER - PART FOUR

By Daemon Way

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

Julius froze in position, uncertain if he should drop back down
on all fours or if he should stand.  He knew he should cover
himself, but the question was, which part of himself should he
cover, his asshole, which felt so stretched he was sure the boy
could see it from where he was standing, or his prick and balls
dangling between his legs?  The boy was frozen in position too,
his big blue eyes wide with surprise and with fear.  Seeing a
grown man buck naked and getting screwed by a German Shepherd had
to have been a shock, and Julius could see how it could frighten
a seven-year-old child, especially one as timid and as innocent
as the one watching him.  It had taken a moment for him to
recognize the boy, the son of the Baptist minister who lived down
the street, who was always writing letters to the newspaper
complaining about one sin or another, his latest rant being
against gay marriages.  Hardly a day went by that he didn't pass
by and warn his father about the evils and temptations facing
children today and how vigilant parents had to be, and reminding
him that children are born inherently sinful and wicked and that
too many parents today spared the rod and spoiled the child. 
Julius frowned.  The problem was he didn't know of any Baptist
minister living up the street and so couldn't possibly recognize
his child, and even if there was, he couldn't be stopping by to
speak to his father in that his father lived a ten-hour drive
away.

Having recognized the boy, Cory thought of another perverted idea
to further mess up Goosey Gilles's mind, and to mess up the
minister who was always on his case besides.  His eyes narrowed
as he concentrated, telling Jonah to approach the naked man,
telling him the naked man would make him feel good, really,
really good, telling him the man had a treat for him, and that he
had nothing to fear.  Jonah, however stood there totally
oblivious to his commands, either too far away or his mind too
young and immature to be influenced by the headband, and
continued to stare at the naked man.  The seven-year-old had
never seen another person of either sex or of any age naked
before.  He'd certainly never seen one doing a wicked thing with
a dog.  Exactly what was wicked he didn't know, but the one and
only time he'd seen two dogs doing what he'd just seen the man
and dog doing his father had turned his head away, telling him it
was wicked and not something a young boy should see.  He'd thrown
rocks at the dogs and hollered at them to stop, but they must
have really liked it because they didn't, not until his father
rushed at them with a stick.  The man and dog seemed to be
enjoying the wicked thing too.

Cory noticed Goosey Gilles wasn't moving either.  He was just
half standing there staring at Jonah with this goofy, confused
look on his face.  Cory wondered if instead of Jonah, Julius had
been getting his message, or maybe he was reading he quickly tore
the headband off as he watched Gilles's face.  He still looked
bewildered, but not so puzzled.  He couldn't be sure if the man
had been receiving his thoughts or not.  Putting the headband
back on, Cory concentrated again, this time on Gilles.  He could
see the resistance in the man's eyes and he concentrated harder.
He could not hear the man's thoughts but he could see the
struggle on his face and he thought still harder.  A grin slowly
began to curl Cory's lips as he saw the expression on his
teacher's face turn to a pleasant smile, and a spark of desire to
begin to shine in his eyes.  He had won the battle!

"Come over here," Julius found himself saying softly to the boy.
"There's nothing to be afraid of.  The big dog's gone."  The boy
didn't budge.  "Come," he beckoned, "I bet you're wondering what
we were doing.  I'll explain.  Come just a little closer so I
don't have to shout.  I won't hurt you."  The boy took a couple
steps closer.  "That's better.  Just a little closer so we can
talk normally."  The boy took a couple more steps.  The man was
an adult, and adults were to be obeyed, without question.  His
father had taught him that.  He had taught him that well.  "So
you saw Lad and I having fun."  The boy nodded uncertainly.  "You
like to have fun?"  The boy nodded again, more certainly.  "I can
show you some really interesting fun.  Would you like that?"  The
boy slowly nodded.  Adults were to be obeyed.

The thought that came to Julius's mind next so shocked him that
he vehemently pushed it aside.  How could he even think such a
thing, never mind do it?  The thought returned, even stronger,
more urgent, and again he pushed it out.  What was happening to
him?  These were not his thoughts.  They were someone else's.  He
shook his head, trying to clear it, trying to make sense out of
this afternoon.  First there was veering off his path after
meeting Cory Wilson.  The idea had come right out of the blue,
and he'd followed it.  Then there was the matter of stripping and
having sex with the dog.  It was as if someone else had control
of his mind and his body.  He'd resisted it, but he could not
fight the appeal, and even though he'd found it filthy and
shameful, whenever those thoughts arose other thoughts of
pleasure and lust overpowered them, as if someone was reading his
mind and countering his thoughts.  And then there was the
recognition of the boy, but they were not his memories.  It was
as if now he was reading someone else's mind.  And finally there
were the things he was saying to the boy, things his mind was
telling him to say, but they were not his words.  They were
someone else's.  Actually, for the few moments of clarity when he
could think for himself, he'd sworn the voices in his head had
sounded like the voice of Cory Wilson.  Now that was absurd.  The
boy was only thirteen.  There was no way a boy that young would
have such perverted thoughts.  Even if he did, how could he
possibly project his thoughts to his mind, and control his mind
and body?  Besides, the boy was nowhere in sight.  He felt
ashamed of himself.  Unable to accept the perverted thoughts as
his own, he was projecting them on an innocent, defenceless young
boy who could not possibly have anything to do with this.

The boy standing beside him was innocent and defenceless too, no
more than four feet tall, perhaps fifty pounds, with a delicious
little wiener sticking out of his jeans just waiting to be
pleased.  What he was thinking of doing was wrong, so very wrong.
 It was illegal, and immoral besides.  But it was also erotic. 
So very erotic.  Willing his legs not to, he squatted down
nonetheless.  Willing his arms not to, he could not stop from
reaching out.  Placing his hands on the boy's hips, as he drew
him close he bowed his head.  Each action became easier and
easier.  The boy was so innocent and so unaware of what his
intention was, he had the boy's soft, smooth uncut little weenie
in his mouth before the boy could resist.  It was wonderful.  So
small, so silky smooth.  He sucked on it gently and ran his hot,
wet tongue over it.  It was so small, so delicious.  The boy did
not resist.  It was after all a very pleasant sensation, and very
mysterious.

Jonah did not know what to make out of it all as the strange man
unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, and then drew them
down and slipping his hands under the elastic band of his briefs
drew them down too.  His father had taught him long ago that
those parts that made him a boy were private and were dirty,
things to keep hidden away from others and not to be touched, not
even by himself except when he had to pee.  He had also learned
though that not all fathers thought like his father.  This man
wanted to see his private parts.  Not only that, he wanted to
touch them, with his lips, with his tongue, and when he did, it
sent strange shivers up his weenie, shivers that made him feel
good.  His father, on the other hand, always made him feel bad
and sinful and the only time he ever touched him was to spank
him.

So he stood there and let the man lick his weenie and suck on it
and his little boy balls because it felt good, like the man had
said it would.  His weenie grew hard and stuck up in the air and
the tip, still encased in his tight foreskin, became very
sensitive, the slightest touch sending thrills of pleasure
through it and up his weenie.  And then something very strange
and frightening and wonderful all at the same time happened.  His
weenie throbbed just like his heart did when he ran fast and the
bulb at the end seemed to burn in a way that was both pleasant
and painful, and then strange, sharp thrills shot up his stiff
little organ and through his groin and caused him to jerk and
quiver uncontrollably so he had to place his hands on the man's
shoulders to balance himself.

Julius slipped his lips off the stiff, throbbing little organ and
watched the boy experiencing his first orgasm with a mix of
feelings.  He knew what he'd done was wrong, and he'd fought the
urge but eventually had given in to it.  Now, however, seeing the
pleasure the boy was experiencing, he felt good in that he'd
brought the boy such pleasure and he was glad he'd given in to
the urge.  And now it was the boy's turn to please him.  As he
thought of the ways the boy could do that, he again felt
revulsion wash over him and he again pushed the ideas out of his
mind, but they came back all the stronger, all the more urgent,
with promises of immense pleasure, and again, after a valiant
struggle, he could not resist, and he even selected the most
perverse of all the ideas.

So he told the boy now that he'd brought him pleasure, it was
time for the boy to please him.  The boy looked at him
uncertainly and then with a look of surprise and revulsion when
he told the boy he wanted him to lick his asshole, and to suck
the doggie cum out of it.  He had no idea what doggie cum was but
he guessed it was the white, slimy stuff he'd seen oozing out of
the man's red bumhole as he'd approached.  Of course he told the
man he didn't want to do it, but the man reminded him of the
pleasure he'd brought him as he'd promised, and that it was only
fair for him to now please him.  Accustomed to obeying adults,
and unable to argue that it wasn't fair he please the man, he
slowly and reluctantly nodded his head and the man stood and
turned around.  With his heart pounding furiously in his thin
chest and sure he was going to puke, he dropped to his knees and
stuck out his tongue and leaned forward.  His smooth, flushed
cheeks brushed against the slime that had oozed out and over the
man's hairy buttocks.  It was warm and sticky and yucky.  He ran
his tongue over the man's butthole, lapping up the globule of
slime clinging to his ass hairs.  It was gooey and salty and even
more yucky.  He pressed his little lips to the slimy hole and
sucked and was rewarded with a mouthful of doggie cum kept warm
inside the man's rectum.  He wanted to puke. 

Julius quivered with the surprising pleasure and the eroticism as
he felt the boy lick and suck his asshole and as he thought of
the boy sucking out the dog slime that had been shot up his
rectum.  His cock slowly began to rise, and more lewd thoughts
filled his mind, thoughts that disgusted him and excited him,
thoughts that he tried to ignore but were too enticing to do so.
He concentrated on the pleasure of the seven-year-old boy sucking
deeply on his asshole like a babe sucking on its mother's tit,
and his cock, now six inches and throbbing with desire, jerked
with arousal.  Turning around, he smiled down at the cherub, his
smooth, flushed cheeks and his rosy lips now slimy with dog goo,
and the pathetic look now in his deep blue eyes and the look of
relief his ordeal was over sent a new surge of lust through
Julius's mind.

As he presented his stiff, six-inch cock to the boy, the look of
realization on the boy's face that his ordeal was in fact not yet
over, and the look of reluctance and begrudging obedience, added
to Julius's lust.  The boy knew the pleasure he'd received from
the man, and so extended his tongue and began to lick.  After the
thick, salty slime of the dog and licking the man's asshole,
licking the man's wiener was not that unpleasant.  He ran his hot
little tongue up the thick shaft and over the knob, wondering why
Julius's didn't have a skin covering his top like his own did. 
As his tongue ran over the rim of the flanged knob, Julius
shuddered with the physical pleasure and the erotic delight of
watching the blond, curly headed seven-year-old licking his
swollen cock like it was an ice cream cone.  When he opened his
mouth wide and slipped his lips over the knob and began to suck
on it, Julius groaned with the perverse delight.

It was absurd.  He was a happily married man with five children
of his own, three boys and two girls, with a respectable and
responsible job.  So what was he doing standing there stark naked
in the bushes on the edge of the park delighting in getting blown
by a seven-year-old child kneeling there with his little briefs
and jeans about his ankles.  He was delighting in the experience,
of that there could be no doubt as he quivered with arousal and
rewarded the child with several squirts of his own hot, slimy
goo, salty also but with a bitter tinge to it.  He slipped his
fingers through the boy's long, curly blond hair and groaned as
the cherub swallowed his cum, his swollen knob still filling the
child's mouth.

As he withdrew his cock the realization of what he'd just done
hit him.  With the driving lust subsided, guilt and shame quickly
rushed in to take its place, overriding the pleasure he'd been
feeling.  He wanted to tell the child he was sorry, but he didn't
know what to say.  He wanted to tell the child that what they'd
done was all right, that it was even good, but he did not believe
that, not for a moment.  What he'd done was sick and perverse. 
Embarrassed and frightened, he sought out his boxers and jogging
pants and quickly put them on and left without saying a word.

Jonah could tell the man was embarrassed and upset, which added
to his confusion.  The man had wanted him to do it to him, so why
was he upset?  When the man had done it to him, he'd felt a
strange and immense pleasure.  Had he not pleased the man?  Was
that why he'd left without a word?  It hadn't been all that
pleasant doing it to him.  Maybe he had done it wrong, but if he
had, why hadn't the man told him how to do it differently?  He
could not understand adults, but then, he was only seven.  He was
still kneeling there with his briefs and jeans about his ankles
when he saw two boys approaching, and the dog he'd seen earlier.
The one boy with reddish-brown hair and green-blue eyes had a
strange headband of copper that reflected the sun and looked
rather cool.  He was smiling at him and telling him not to be
afraid, that his fun was only beginning, except his lips didn't
seem to be moving.

As the boy stepped up to him and pushed down his jeans and
underwear, Jonah stared at his stiff cock and felt a strange
desire to suck it, not an obligation like it had been with the
man, but a desire, like you have for an ice cream cone on a hot
day, or a hot dog loaded with all the trimmings at a picnic.  It
had a skin covering the top like his own but was much bigger,
about as long as his entire hand, and it looked delicious.  He
leaned over and opening his mouth wide, he slipped his lips over
it, going all the way down to the base.  He began to work his
lips up and down all the way, from the base of the shaft up to
the tip, as he sucked on the hot, throbbing tube of flesh.  It
tasted as delicious as it had looked.  Pure joy and desire
overrode his father's admonishing that a boy's weenie was private
and not to be touched and obliterated any thoughts of discomfort
or distaste lingering from having done the same to the man.  This
was not an obligation, it was a pleasure and a delight, for the
teenage boy he was sucking, and for himself.  He worked his lips
up and down his throbbing cock eagerly and willingly and sucked
on it hungrily, and when the boy groaned and shot his load, the
two enjoyed it together.  Filling the boy's mouth with the thin,
copious, sweet cum of newly dropped boy balls, Cory stepped back
with satisfaction, which the boy noticed, and Terry took his
place.  Noah eagerly began to suck again, and this time he didn't
need Cory's thoughts or the strange headband to tell him it was
fun. 

Thanks to Absalom for the addition of the character of Jonah. 
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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