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Subject: {ASSM} "Teacher Part Seventeen" (mc, nc, M/b, bestality, felching)
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Date: Sun, 25 Sep 2005 04:10:05 -0400
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TEACHER - PART SEVENTEEN

By Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

Totally unaware of what was happening with his wife
and daughter at home, Julius pushed through the thick
underbrush with his two boys, all three of them with
dread and yet a sense of excitement, and a sense of
anxiety.  The sight of Lad, Bob Moser, and Lane
Spudder waiting for them on the other side did nothing
to alleviate any of those feelings.  The anxiety was
in part because they never knew from day to day if
they would show up.  It had been sixteen days now
since their first encounter with Bob and Lane, and on
nine of those, in no particular pattern and including
today, Bob and Lane had been there, sometimes waiting
for them or more often arriving after they did.  They
had shown up a tenth time, the Friday before last, the
Friday of the week they'd first shown up in the
clearing.  It had been the first day the two of them
were late and of course they hadn't waited for them. 
Bob had let them know in no uncertain terms that the
next time that they were to wait for them, and from
the anger in his eyes and the brutal way he and Lane
had fucked them that day, they were never going to
make the mistake again.   As for Lad, he had been
present on seven of those days, and had been there
alone on four others.

"Well, there's our three bitches, right on time," Bob
said with a wide grin as he looked at his wristwatch. 
Even coming to get abused, Goosey Gilles followed a
schedule.  That Julius knew that he knew that, and
purposefully arrived late, or not at all on some days,
was part of the joy of abusing him and his boys. 
Julius and his two sons, hot and perspiring in the
early evening sun and from their jogging these past
ten minutes, just as Bob liked them and had warned
them they had better be, quickly stripped off their
sweaty jogging suits.

"I can't get over how fucking eager you three are to
get your asses fucked," observed Lane with a shake of
his head as he and Bob began to strip also.  He would
have been there every day to lay into Francois and
relieve the pressure on his balls, but Bob had
explained to him about keeping them guessing if they
would arrive, and making them appreciate getting
fucked by not showing up some time, and he was right. 
They were always more appreciative if they were on
time, and always more eager after missing a day.  His
former teacher knew a lot more than just soccer and
school stuff.

"Like I've been telling you Lane, good little bitches
like these three are always appreciative of a good
fuck," Bob said, enjoying his barbs as much as he
enjoyed getting his nuts off.  No matter how hard they
tried to conceal it, he could tell they were seething
with anger at his comments.  One of these days Julius
and maybe even his two sons would explode and strike
out at them, and he couldn't wait.  He'd love to smash
the dog-loving hypocritical bastard in the nose, and
considering Lane's hatred for the man, he had no doubt
he could handle the two boys.  "You do love your
doggie pal, don't you Julius?"

Julius could not deny that, and knew there was no
point in doing so.  Bob Moser knew.  Over the past
three and a half weeks he'd come to love the dog even
more than he loved his wife, and to look forward to
their romp in the park.  On those days Lad didn't show
up, he went home despondent and was twice as sharp
with his students the next day.

"Go ahead, tell him. Tell him how much you love him,
and how appreciative you are that you're his bitch."

Julius dropped on his knees and petted the dog, who
jumped about and licked his face and tried to get
behind him, having by then associated the man's sweat
with fucking just as he associated the scent of a
bitch in heat.  After having received Cory's thoughts
about how much he loved the dog and the emotions that
went with those thoughts at least once a day Monday to
Friday for the past three weeks, and in triple doses
on those romps in the park that Cory had witnessed, he
had come to fully integrate those feelings without
Cory's assistance or presence, like today.  With Bob's
prompting, he told the excited German Shepard how
appreciative he was that Lad had chosen him to be his
bitch, how much he loved the feel of his big, rubbery
cock up his ass, how he loved getting fucked by the
dog even more than he enjoyed fucking his wife.  It
was embarrassing and degrading to say those things
before his two sons, but he knew Anton would get the
brunt of Bob's anger if he didn't do as he was told,
something he'd explained to his sons as to why he
allowed Bob to bully him.  It was for their
protection.  They understood.  Besides, it was all
true, the protection, and his profession of love.

Then it was Anton and Francois's turn.  The two naked
boys, sweating and flushed from their jogging, knelt
before Bob and Lane and told them how glad they were
that they'd come today, and how much they loved
feeling their cocks up their asses and how good the
two of them made them feel, and what fortunate bitches
they were.  They reached up and caressed their
abuser's cocks, telling them how they dreamed about
their wonderful cocks at night and how they wished
they could come home with them and fuck them all
night.  It was embarrassing and degrading to say such
things before their dad and each other, but they also
knew that if they did not say and do as they were told
the fucking they'd receive would be even rougher and
more brutal than normal.  Twelve-year-old Anton was at
that stage of puberty where his body at times
performed like a pubescent teenager, and at other
times like that of a child, and was in a constant
state of horniness.  To be truthful, he did dream
about Bob at night, not always pleasantly mind you but
always waking up with a hardon that he could not help
but jack off.  Francois, at nine, was not yet at that
wild hormonal stage, but as Bob knew, even boys that
age had a sexual side and again to be truthful, there
were days when the itch up his ass got so bad that he
wished Lane was there to satisfy it.

Of course their audience in the bushes, who on this
particular day was Terry and Anthony, didn't know any
of that.  All the two thirteen-year-old boys crouched
there in the underbrush knew was that their hated
teacher was a weirdo who liked getting his ass fucked
by Terry's dog, and had two sons who were little
cock-loving faggots.  Watching the three of them was
always great for an hour's  amusement, and never
failed to get them aroused.

Lad finally got what he wanted, and the German
Shepard, already erect, eagerly mounted his bitch,
thrusting his stiff, sticky-looking cock up the man's
awaiting rectum, which by then had gotten use to the
rough entry.  He immediately began to squirt out his
cum as dogs do, and Julius trembled with the sensation
of the dog's slimy load squirting into him and of his
thick, hot cock now slickly pumping in and out of his
rectum.  No matter how many times they'd done it, he
still thrilled at the burning sensation around his
sphincter, and the hot throbbing of his rectum as the
dog fucked him, and he could not avoid getting
partially aroused.  He loved the dog more than anyone
or anything in the world, and the dog brought him a
pleasure nobody else could, not even his wife.

Bob, horny from a day's abstinence from Anton, and
turned on by his verbal abuse of Julius and
humiliation of his sons, had Anton drop to his hands
and knees like his father and kneeling behind him like
Lad had, just as roughly rammed his cock up his ass. 
The boy was still a tight little bastard despite all
the fucking he'd received, which made fucking him all
the more enjoyable.  He shoved his aching cock up
Anton's ass until his coarse hairs were pressed
against the boy's smooth backside and his low-hanging
balls were bouncing against the still maturing sacs of
the twelve-year-old, and then he withdrew until the
knob of his thick cock was stretching open the boy's
sphincter until it almost popped out.  With a grunt of
pleasure, he repeated the cycle, practically knocking
the slender boy off balance in his lust and fury.

Kneeling beside him, thirteen-year-old Lane Spudder
just as savagely dog fucked young Francois's ass, his
hatred for Julius transferred to his nine-year-old
son.  Like all healthy thirteen-year-old boys, he was
horny as fuck, and doubly so having abstained
yesterday.  Besides, listening to the little faggot
saying how much he loved cock and wanted to be fucked
got him even hornier.  He flexed his young, muscular
legs and drove his slender, teenage cock in and out of
the boy's hot, moist rectum, eager to please the boy
if that was what the arrogant little faggot wanted.

Bob and Lane of course fucked the two boys in front of
Julius so he could watch, so he could see the looks of
humiliation and suffering on their faces, and the
looks of sexual lust as they accepted their fate, and
of course so the two boys could see the look of bliss
on their father's face as he was rapidly dog-fucked by
the German Shepard.  It was a mix of contrasting and
strong emotions that Julius struggled with from the
moment they were done until the next time they did it.
 He loved Lad, and the only pleasure he got out of
life these days was getting his ass fucked for that
half hour in the park.  He also hated his obsession
and the filthiness of the act and his lustful
enjoyment of it.  He hated Bob Moser and what he and
Lane were doing to his sons, and he hated himself not
being able to put an end to it, but as he'd explained
to his boys, and as he believed, Bob would only think
of things even worse if they resisted.  Besides, if
Bob ever revealed what went on that hour in the park,
his career would be over, and his family ruined.

Anton and Francois underwent the same swing of
emotions.  At the time they knew of no greater
pleasure than having their asses fucked, though there
were times, when Cory was present, that it was much
more pleasant than others.  Then afterward, like their
father, they felt filthy and perverted having engaged
in the act, and having enjoyed it so.  Each night they
struggled with the comments and insinuations by Bob
and Lane that they were fags, having engaged in the
sex only because they didn't want Bob to further abuse
their father, who despite what they were learning
about him and despite his cowardliness before Bob
Moser, they still loved, and because were taking the
abuse and brunt of the hatred Bob and Lane had for
their father and older brother.  The struggle was,
they enjoyed the sexual pleasure, as the boners they
usually got testified.

Bob and Lane of course knew the angst they were
causing the three of them, and that made fucking them
and abusing them all the more erotic.  And so, as Lad
filled Julius with his jizz out of instinct, and yes,
out of pleasure, Bob shot his wad up Anton and Lane
his up Francois with not just the enjoyment of their
ejaculation, but with the enjoyment of knowing how
humiliating and debasing that was for the sons and
their father.

Today Bob was feeling particularly vicious.  Before
having the boys stand and their father kneel down
behind them and suck the hot, slimy cum back out of
their rectums, as he and Lane sometimes did but other
times didn't, keeping them guessing and off balance,
adding to the dread and apprehension of the Gilles's
and adding to their own pleasure, he had Julius tell
his sons how much he loved them, which he truly did
and passionately said so, and how glad he was that
they little faggot man-lovers, which created him even
more angst.  Bob and Lane saw the struggle in his face
and the look in his eyes, and delighted in what they
thought was his pain in saying something he did not
believe and did not want, and in his frustration and
low esteem in not being able to stand up to Bob.  What
they did not know was that deep down inside, Julius
Gilles was a boy lover, and the reputation he'd
developed was nothing more than a wall he'd built
around himself to hide and contain his true feelings. 
They did not know that Julius Gilles deep down inside
believed all boys would be man-lovers if left to their
normal instincts, and despite society's condemnation,
wanted his to be just such boys, though of course
willingly, not because of coercion and fear.  So when
they forced him to tell his sons how turned on he got
sucking the cum from their assholes, only he knew that
he was speaking the truth, and as much as it was the
truth, he hated himself for those feelings.  And, when
he told them he was glad they were man-lovers, in a
sense that was true too.

Bob and Lane enjoyed this post-fuck humiliation as
much as the fuck itself, and as Bob felt his cock
beginning to rise once again, he thought of a change
in their routine.  "I know how eager you are to have a
go at your dog-loving daddy's ass and drink up Lad's
spooge," he said, "but I think today we'll give you a
break from that."  The two boys could not hide the
relief that passed over their faces.  They did enjoy
the hour of sex in the park despite the humiliation
and degradation, but sucking the German Shepard's
slimy cum from their father's ass was definitely not a
part of that enjoyment, though even then there were
occasions in the park, when Cory was watching
unbeknownst to them, when even doing that filthy,
perverted act had filled them with unbelievable lust
and pleasure, something else that haunted them for the
rest of the day and gave them nightmares at night. 
"You're such horny little fag boys today, I think you
deserve a second shot of man juice to keep you happy
until we meet again.  What do you say Lane, you ready
to give your little fag boy another shot of your
spooge?"

"Oh yeah," Lane replied, always ready to get one off.

"Since I know you were looking forward to drinking
Lad's jizz, I'm going to let you drink mine," he
continued, looking directly at Anton's face to see his
reaction.  Bob's lips curled as he was rewarded with a
look of dismay and disgust, as he knew he would be. 
Boys and teenagers have such a hard time masking their
true emotions, which was one of many things Bob loved
about boys and teenagers.  The twelve-year-old's heart
sank as he stood there, looking at Bob's once again
erect cock.  The last of his cum had oozed down in
several streamers from his peehole over his knob and
down his shaft where it still clung, and the
seven-inch fuck meat was smeared from the load it had
shot up his ass and with the juices and shit from his
rectum besides.  "Com'on, drop to your knees and let's
see you give it a nice licking just like the time you
licked your daddy's pecker."

Forcing back the urge to puke as he dropped to his
knees, the fresh-faced boy stuck out his tongue and
ran it up the man's cock, the bitter, slimy cum and
the acrid smears of anal juices and shit from his own
ass causing the boy to hack.  Knowing that if he did
puke, it would anger Bob who would then make him do
heaven's knows what, he held it down.  "So fucking
eager it's making you choke, eh?" observed Bob,
knowing full well the effort the boy was making to
hold back his vomit in total disgust.  Being a boy
lover himself, Bob felt a pang of guilt, but glancing
over at Julius and seeing the man's look of
frustration and embarrassment, he felt justified in
what he was doing.  He'd resolved six months ago he'd
get his revenge on those who had caused him such pain
and had deprived him of his pleasure of being with
boys, and that was exactly what this was about.  He
turned his attention back to Anton.  Knowing he had no
choice, Anton ran his tongue up the man's shaft and
over his knob a second time, and then a third.  It
wasn't getting any better.

Following his mentor, Lane offered his smaller but
just as begrimed cock to Francois, and following the
lead of his brother, the nine-year-old ran his tongue
up the boy's throbbing, filthy organ, fighting back
his urge to puke also, and fighting back his tears of
humiliation.  When Bob had said he was giving them a
break, he had honestly believed that the day's session
was over.  Lane's cock was foul with his cum and the
juices and shit from Francois rectum also, and his
mouth reacted by increasing his flow of saliva to wash
the foul taste away, causing Lane to observe that he
liked licking his shit-smeared, cum laced cock so much
it was making his faggot mouth water.  Hearing the
boy's foul comment caused Bob's cock to lurch with
arousal, smearing Anton's spit along with his anal
juices and shit along his nose and across his cheek.

His voice husky with lust, Bob ordered Julius to stick
his middle finger up his ass and goose himself. 
Wishing he could bring an end to what was happening to
his boys but knowing he could not, Julius slowly
slipped his finger up his slime-filled rectum and
began working it in and out. Lad's copious load oozed
out of his asshole and into the palm of his hand and
down the back side of his thighs.  There was good
reason God created dogs with a knot to keep their cock
and their jizz up a female's cunt, and having no
stopper and being worked out besides by Julius's
finger, his slimy spooge flowed out of his ass as
copiously as his wife's juice flowed out of her cunt.

Placing his hand at the back of Anton's head and
grasping his hair and pulling his head back, Bob
slipped his cock between his lips and into his mouth. 
Ramming it down his throat, he quickly withdrew it
before Anton choked and told the boy to tighten his
lips about his sausage and to hold in his breath when
he rammed his cock down his throat and to grab a
breath if he needed it through his nose when he
withdrew.  It took them a half dozen trusts,
accompanied by gags and a flow of tears, before Anton
got accustomed to having his throat fucked.  Kneeling
there passively as the man rammed his cock in and out
he felt used and humiliated by the perverse act,
compounded by having it done before his dad and kid
brother.

Again, following his mentor's lead, Lane did the same
with Francois, though at thirteen, his cock was barely
long enough to reach the back of the nine-year-old's
mouth.  It was a new experience for Lane, and fucking
the boy's mouth he found was just as erotic as fucking
the other side.  The boy tightened his lips about his
slender cock as he'd been instructed, and his saliva
flowed over his thrusting cock, basting it in his
spit.  Francois also gagged the first few times until
he got accustomed to breathing while having his face
fucked.  Seeing Bob holding his brother's head firmly
and pressing his nose in his curly bush with each
forward lunge, he was glad that at least he only had
Lane's cock to contend with.

And so the two of them deep throated the two boys,
ramming their cocks in and out of their faces with
renewed lust and eagerness while their father knelt
there helplessly and watched as he finger fucked his
spooge-filled ass.  In his lust and desire to
humiliate Anton in front of his dad, Bob did not hold
back as he worked his thick, throbbing cock in and out
of the boy's mouth, delighting both in the physical
pleasure and in the look on Julius's face as he
watched his son being deep throated.  Lane similarly
trembled and panted with the pleasure once again
throbbing through his stiff, aching teenage cock,
which was always ready to be used for what was really
its main purpose.  That pleasure was supplemented by
the fact he was fucking Francois's face in front of
his loathsome father.  It was fucking hot, and when
they came, they shot their jizz straight down the
boys' throats.  Having no other choice, Anton and
Francois gulped and swallowed the thick, slimy jizz as
they tightened their lips about the perverse hoses in
front of their father as he finger fucked his slimy
ass, his own cock jutting up stiffly in the air in
arousal.

Finally pulling his cock out of Anton's mouth, Bob
told him to squeeze the remaining jizz out of it and
to lick it clean.  Anton did so, and as he squeezed
the thick, sticky organ, a thick dollop of creamy
spooge oozed out of it. Sticking out his tongue, he
lapped up the bitter, slimy droplet, which was
immediately followed by another.  Again, Lane followed
the example of his mentor, and he trembled with joy as
Francois's hot hand squeezed his throbbing cock, and
like toothpaste oozing out of a tube, a thick glob of
teen jism oozed out of the tip to be lapped up by the
nine-year-old faggot boy's tongue.  At the same time
Bob ordered Julius to take his finger out of his ass
and to lick the thick, gooey spooge that had flowed
out of his ass and over his fingers and hand. 
Julius's look of utter disgust as he stuck out his
tongue and lapped up the salty, slimy guck coating his
palm and middle finger caused still more creamy cum to
ooze out of the still stiff cocks of his sons' abusers
for them to lick up.  The slimy, foul-tasting dog
spooge clung to his palm and formed sticky streamers
between his lips and his hand as he licked it up.  In
the bushes, Anthony and Terry were tightly squeezing
their own tubes as they shot their second load into
the grass.  Wait until Cory saw the tape they'd made
of this!   

Cory, to Julius's surprise, was at his home when he
returned.  To his even greater surprise was the
announcement by his wife that Cory's parents had to be
away for a week, and possibly two, and that Cory
wanted to stay with them.  Knowing how his students
felt about him, that was an even greater surprise. 
The greatest of all though, was that his wife was in
agreement.  He glanced down at Cory, sitting there at
the table looking so sweet and innocent, a glass of
milk and plate of chocolate chip cookie crumbs sitting
before him.  As the boy looked up at him with such
pleading eyes, he was immediately suspicious.  None of
his students could possibly want to stay with him, and
Cory least of all.  After what he'd just been through
at the park however, he was in no frame of mind to
think clearly, wanting nothing more than to brush his
teeth and get the foul taste of dog spunk out of his
mouth and to have a long, hot shower, and he certainly
was in no position to disagree with his wife
considering what he'd just done behind her back. 
Besides, as he looked at Cory he felt a surge of
sympathy for the boy and a desire to help him.  Of
course that surge was Cory's doing, but he was also,
deep down inside, a boy lover, and Cory was a very
attractive boy.  Besides, perhaps it would better his
relationship with his students, which he knew was
getting progressively worse with his increased
crankiness as a result of his worries, lack of sleep
and rapidly declining sense of self-worth.  And,
perhaps his sons could have some influence on the
incorrigible youth, or he could himself.  His claim to
his sons that he wanted to better the lives of his
public school students was not totally a lie.  The
first thing he'd do is see that he stopped wearing
that stupid metal headband.  How his parents put up
with it, he could not understand. 

To his wife's surprise, and that of his sons, he
agreed, and the call to Cory's parents was a surprise
to both of them.  The only one of them all that was
not surprised was Cory, who returned home to find the
tape Terry and Anthony had made waiting for him. 
They'd told his parents it was a school project, and
trusting Cory and his friends, they didn't question it
or bother checking what was on it.  If they had, that
would have been the biggest surprise of all, and there
was no way they'd have let him stay with Julius
Gilles.  In fact they'd probably forbid him from ever
seeing Anthony and Terry again besides.  As Cory
watched the tape, he smiled with the thought that as
he'd been fucking Julius's wife up the ass, Julius and
his boys had been getting it up the ass too, and as
he'd rolled her over and fucked her with his slimy,
fouled cock fresh from her fucking ass, Anton and
Francois were getting a cum and ass-juice slimed cock
of their own fresh from their own assholes.  He arched
his back and groaned with pleasure as he jerked off
another load, his third that day, and he still had
another hour or two to go before bed!  It had been one
hell of a wicked day, and the days ahead were
promising to be even more wicked.

*********

Thanks to Bob for suggesting the scene in the park. 
What else would you like to see happen?  Have you ever
had someone you hated and wanted to get even with? 
Email me your idea and I'll write it as part of this
story and if you wish add you as one of the
characters.  Anything goes, the hotter and more
perverted the better, except I don't write snuff and
torture of kids and anything involving player
characters would need their collaboration.  Non player
characters available for your amusement and abuse
include the Gilles family, Vice Principal Stuart
Millburne, Baptist Pastor Winthrop and his family, and
Father Henry.  Player characters created by readers so
far are Dominic, Terry, Anthony, Bob and Billy Dean
with a supporting cast of Jonah and Lane and of course
the star of the series, Cory.


	

	
		
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