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Subject: {ASSM} ST: "Teacher Part Three" (M/dog, bestality, mind control)
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Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2005 09:10:03 -0400
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TEACHER - PART THREE

By Daemon Way

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

"Hey!  Hey!" shouted Cory, "what the fuck does your dog think
he's doin'?"

"He's just showin' how much he likes you," laughed his buddy
Terry as he affectionately wrapped his arms about the neck of his
German Shepard and pulled him away.  The moment he let go, the
dog rushed Cory again, and leaping upon the thirteen-year-old boy
and wrapping his forelegs about him, he began to hump his leg
madly once more.

"Like?  He fuckin' wants to make out with my leg!"

"Lad will make out with anything that moves," observed Terry,
pulling his dog away again.

"Yeah?  Horny just like his master," commented Cory with a grin.

"Yeah, that's fuckin' true," Terry agreed with a wide grin.  He,
like Cory, had only recently turned thirteen, and also like Cory,
his young balls had only recently dropped.  They were huge and
ripe, and full of new teen cum that he delighted in shooting, and
like his pubes, still totally hairless, though Terry was hoping
to start a bush any day now.

"Seriously, what's with Lad?  He's not usually this
affectionate," Cory observed as he sat down on the front lawn and
petted the large, panting German Shepard.

"He's been like this for a while.  I think there's a dog in the
neighbourhood that's in heat.  Maybe you brushed up against a
female dog and Lad can smell her on your pants."

"Not that I remember."

"Maybe you smell like a female dog in heat when you're horny,"
joked Terry, which resulted in a punch in the arm from Cory and
turned into a friendly wrestling match, with Lad quickly joining
in and barking madly.

"Lad!  Cut out the damn barking!" shouted a sharp, angry voice
from the back step.  Terry's father.  "Terry, take him down to
the park where he can run off some of that energy before the
neighbours start to complain about the noise again.  And it looks
like you and Cory could run off some energy yourselves."

Terry looked at Cory, who shrugged in agreement, and the two
buddies headed off with Lad.  Arriving at the park, they
unleashed him and let him run.  It was against the park rules,
but neither boy figured it was a rule that made any sense, and
they were the type of boys who weren't much for following rules
anyway, and especially not those that didn't make any sense. 
Cory pulled out a smoke from his sock where he'd been keeping it
and lighting up, inhaled deeply and passed it to Terry.  The two
boys sat back on the grass and enjoyed the warm September day,
their second Saturday since the beginning of the new school year.
 Their peace was suddenly interrupted by angry shouting, and
looking up, they found Lad had found a new object for his
affection, and the female dog's female owner, a wrinkled up old
lady that to the boys had to be ancient, fifty at least, was none
too pleased.  The two boys lay there and watched, feeling
stirrings in their jeans as they watched Lad try repeatedly to
mount the female only to have her owner separate them and try to
shoo Lad away.  If it was up to the two boys, they'd have let the
dogs have their fun and they couldn't see why the old lady was
making such a fuss.  Spotting a patrolman heading their
direction, Cory stubbed out his cigarette and they quickly got to
their feet and ran over to rescue Lad, scolding him for getting
away from them and apologizing for Lad's amorous intentions.  Lad
of course did not want to be rescued and repeatedly attempted to
resume his lovemaking.  In the confusion of separating the dogs
and getting Lad's leash back on, Cory took the opportunity to
slip his hand down the backside of the female dog and finding her
cunt, he gave it a good rubbing, thoroughly coating his fingers
with her scent with the intention of playing a good joke on his
buddy after his crack about smelling like a bitch in heat.

Dragging Lad away and taking him back over to where they'd been
sitting, Terry didn't notice Cory slowly begin to reach for his
backside.  He did, however, notice their teacher, Goosey Gilles,
jogging toward them.  At forty-four and having a sedentary job,
and being genetically prone to being overweight, he was
particularly conscious of his health and followed a regular
regimen of exercise to keep himself fit well, reasonably fit for
a middle-aged man.  A totally new and much better idea came to
Cory's mind as Terry pointed him out.  Thank his luck stars he'd
decided to wear his headband today!

"Let's go say hi to Goosey," he said, and without waiting for an
answer he headed off to intercept their teacher.  Terry looked at
his buddy curiously.  Why would anyone purposefully go out of
their way to talk to the most hated teacher in the school?  He
liked Cory, but sometimes he had some strange ideas.

Julius Gilles spotted Cory heading toward him and his heart sank,
not a reaction one would expect from a teacher upon seeing one of
his pupils, and certainly not a response you would have gotten
from the seasoned teacher a week ago.  Five days had passed since
he'd given Cory and Anthony the detention that had changed his
life.  After the boys had left, it was as if he'd come back to
his senses.  From the perverted, not to mention illegal and
perilous, things he'd just done, there was no way he could have
been in control of them.  Actually, he hadn't been in control of
anything.  It was as if someone else had been controlling his
mind, and there had been moments where he was of the distinct
impression someone was telling him what to do.  Not just someone
Cory Wilson.  After getting dressed, he had sat at his desk and
had tried to figure out just what had happened, but none of it
made any sense.

How could he have done something so stupid?  If the rest of his
students found out what he'd done his life would be hell.  He'd
never live down the humiliation and the shame, and there was no
doubt whatsoever that each and every boy he taught would be
sitting there at his desk imagining him doing the same with him.
Some would do more than imagine.  Some would blackmail him into
doing it, and once that started, there wouldn't be a boy who
wouldn't resort to blackmail, and he'd have no choice but to
obey.  If it was discovered what he'd done it would cost him his
job, and probably his marriage.  It would cost him more than
that.  It would cost him his freedom.  Men were thrown in jail
for doing what he'd done, and there were men in jail who would
kill him for his crime.
He had gotten little sleep that night, and the next day he'd
expected at least Cory and Anthony to approach him for a repeat
performance.  They were young, virile boys after all.  To his
surprise neither boy did, and neither boy had even so much as
said anything about what they'd done.  They did look at him
differently that day though, and each subsequent day the rest of
the week.  He certainly viewed them differently.  Seeing them
each day, he could not forget what he'd done, and the guilt and
shame and the worry increased with each day that passed.  There
was something else.  Despite the humiliation and the depravity of
his act, he had enjoyed it at the time, and despite his fear of
being exposed, each time he thought back about it the memory of
what he'd done gave him a thrill.  That was just as responsible
for his sleepless nights.

"Hi Mister Gilles," Cory said with a bright smile as he stepped
in front of him.

"Ah, hello, Cory, Terry," he replied as he jogged in place.  "I'm
sorry I can't stop and talk, but I'm in the middle of my run."

"Sure, that's okay," responded Cory.  "I just wanted to say hi,
and to tell you your underwear is sticking out the back of your
jogging pants."

"Oh.  Ah, thanks," Julius said as he reached behind him and felt
for his boxers as he continued to jog in place.

"Here, let me tuck them in," offered Cory.  Before Julius could
object, he felt the boy's hot hand slip under the elastic band of
his jogging pants and of his boxers.  He immediately stopped
jogging as he felt the boy's fingers quickly continue along his
crack.  Giving his anus a quick and vigorous rub, Cory just as
quickly withdrew his hand.  "There, all tucked in," he said with
a smile as he stepped aside.

"Ah, yeah, thanks again," Julius said.  As he jogged off along
the path, he wondered if the boy had really been trying to be
helpful or if he'd just been goosed.  Deciding instead of
continuing along his usual route to veer off the path and head
into the bushes along the edge of the park, he sought out the
thickest cluster of shrubs and trees and pushed through them to
the other side.  Being a man of habit, why he'd changed his
jogging route and why he'd felt compelled to push his way through
the densest bush he could find he had no idea but he knew he had
to do it.

Following close behind, Cory stopped and crouched down in the
bushes, with Terry, having no idea what was going on, right
behind him and with a tight hold on Lad's leash.  Cory stared
intently at the panting, perspiring man as he slowly pulled off
his jogging top, revealing a very hairy and full chest.  He knelt
down and removed his runners and socks, and then slowly and
appearing reluctant, pushed down his jogging pants and boxers,
revealing a just as hairy and full stomach and a fat, hairy
backside.  Terry could not believe it and glanced at Cory with
amusement, but Cory was concentrating even harder on the scene
before them.

Dropping to his hands and knees, he crawled around on the grass a
bit, his head down and sniffing at the grass, and then crawling
over to a low shrub, he raised a leg and began to leak just like
a dog.  Terry squatted there staring in wide-eyed surprise as his
buddy concentrated even harder, a smile slowly curling his lips.
Terry was so absorbed he didn't notice Cory undo Lad's leash. 
Lad immediately bounded for the naked teacher.
Seeing the dog racing toward him, Julius Gilles did a most
unusual and unexpected thing.  He turned and barked and wiggled
his rump.  Lad barked and crouched and leaped at him playfully,
if somewhat uncertainly, and after a minute of romping around he
sniffed at his dangling genitals and gave his dick and balls a
long, slobbery lick to the amusement of the two watching boys. 
Sticking his nose under Lad and sniffing at his hairy sheath and
huge, black balls, Julius extended his tongue and similarly gave
Lad a long lick.  Terry was so wide-eyed with disbelief by then
he was staring at the two just as intently as Cory was.  Clearly
excited now, Lad circled around behind Julius and sniffed at his
butthole and gave it an even longer, wetter lick.  He then did
what you would expect any normal, healthy, horny male dog to do
under the circumstances, and what Cory had hoped he would do.

Cory grinned wickedly and Terry's jaw dropped as Lad mounted
their horrified and bewildered teacher and began to thrust his
hips.  Confused that his partner was not a fellow canine and had
the same dangling equipment as he had though not of a
recognizable odour, yet had the very distinct odour of a bitch in
heat, Lad did the only thing that he could do, he followed his
instinct.  The odour had resulted in a demanding need just as
strong as the need to strip and play the role of a dog had been
for Julius Gilles, and just as that need caused Lad's cock to now
begin to swell and emerge from his pouch, so did the need to be
mounted by the German Shepard now cause Julius to push out with
his abdominal muscles to open his asshole as wide as he could.

Lad's cock was soon fully erect and extended out of his pouch,
six inches long and an inch and a half wide, not much different
in size from an average adult cock but seeming huge to the two
thirteen-year-old boys watching in the bushes.  The long, rubbery
cock was a bright red, and looked slimy to the boys, making what
was happening all the more gross and all the more erotic.  Slick
with pre-cum and the pouch slime, Lad's stiff, pointed cock did
not have much difficultly penetrating Julius' ass.  As he began
to hump to and fro, he wrapped his front legs about his partner
more tightly and began to spurt out his semen, adding to the
lubrication of Julius's rectum and scratching his sides with his
front claws in his excitement.

The boys had observed dogs going at it dozens of times, but this
was the first time they'd ever seen a dog fucking a man, and the
two stared at the scene before them as Lad furiously worked his
hips to and fro, driving his slender, glistening, red cock in and
out of Julius's hole.  After a minute or two he pushed in one
last time and suddenly stopped his frenzied fucking.  He still
stood there on his hind legs however with his cock still buried
up Julius's butt.

"What's going on?"

"Fucked if I know," replied Cory.

"He's just standing there."

"Yeah, I know."

Having never watched copulating dogs that closely nor all the way
to the end, what the boys did not know was that Lad had tied with
his partner.  His knot had formed just as it would have had he
been having sex with a bitch, and he had instinctively shoved it
up Julius's ass, locking him in place as he continued to pump out
his semen, nature's way of ensuring the male remains inside the
female and fills her with his semen to increase the probability
of insemination.  Of course nature had not anticipated the likes
of Cory Wilson or the possibility of a German Shepard mounting a
middle-aged man.  For Lad, the act was over, and he immediately
lost interest and stood there, letting nature take its course, a
hangdog look on his face as his stiff cock continued to spurt out
his cum.  For the two boys it was a mystery and worrisome, Terry
concerned about his pet and Cory concerned about what he'd just
caused to happen, but neither Lad nor Mister Gilles seemed to be
suffering.  Of course that was not totally true.

Julius Gilles was suffering in many ways.  First, his sphincter
was raw and itching, unaccustomed to having had a thick, rubbery
cock working in and out of it for the past two minutes, and now
being stretched open for another ten.  Second, his rectum was
aching with pain, the result of Lad's swollen knot locked just
behind his sphincter and keeping a constant pressure on it. 
Third, he was suffering great discomfort, feeling the dog's
filthy, watery dog juice spurting up his rectum.  A dog makes
from two to six times the amount of semen a man does, and Lad
evidently had been saving up as he was close to the upper end. 
Having one's ass filled with dog slime was not the most pleasing
experience.  Also, shortly after Lad had tied with him, the
overriding drive to have sex with the dog had passed, and he too
had stood there on hands and knees wishing things were over, and
trying cautiously to disconnect, which he found was not going to
be possible without causing some serious damage to himself, which
would be hard to explain to any proctologist!  With the mad,
overpowering urge to mate with the dog over, he knelt there
feeling totally ashamed and totally filthy.  And very frightened.
 What if someone came by!  What if it was someone he knew?  As
the minutes ticked by, his fear and his shame grew.  How could he
have possibly done such a perverted, disgusting thing?  He'd read
stories about dogs and women, and had wondered if it were really
possible for a person and a dog to have sex, but never in his
wildest fantasies had he ever considered having sex with a dog
himself.  In fact when the thought had first mysteriously
appeared in his head he'd rejected it, and when it persisted he
had resisted it.  The stronger the desire got the more he'd
fought it, but in the end, he gave in to his perverse desire. 
What was particularly disturbing was that for a while he'd
actually enjoyed it.  Kneeling there now in the park totally
exposed, his back and ribs burning with the scratches his amorous
partner had caused, and a dog standing there on its hind legs and
its stiff, rubbery cock up his ass, he could not have felt
filthier. 

Finally feeling the knot shrinking, Lad pulled himself free.  His
cock immediately retreated into his sheath and he ran back to the
two watching boys, his lust drive over.  Relieved, Julius began
to stand when he noticed that he was not alone.  Standing behind
a large oak where he'd slipped away to take a leak was a young
boy, a child actually, no more than seven, with gorgeous, long,
curly blond hair, the deepest blue eyes, and still sticking out
of his fly, a tiny, limp cocklet no bigger than a cocktail
weenie. 

*******

Thanks to Terry for this story 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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