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From: Daemon Way <daemonway@yahoo.ca>
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Subject: {ASSM} ST: "Teacher Part 20" (nc. mc, t/b, m/t)
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Date: Sat, 08 Oct 2005 09:10:03 -0400
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TEACHER - PART TWENTY

By Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca


"Holy fuck, that was so fucking hot!" exclaimed Terry,
his thirteen-year-old face flushed with arousal and
his tight jeans bulging.

"Oh yeah, that was like so totally wicked.  I'm about
to cream my underwear," agreed Anthony, every inch of
his five-foot-three frame aching to get off a load and
his deep brown eyes bright with sexual desire.

"Yeah?  Let me help you," Cory said with an impish
grin, playfully grabbing his best buddy between the
legs and giving the protruding bulge in his jeans a
vigorous rub.  "Oh yeah! Better zoom in for a shot,
Billy.  I think he's about to pop!"

"Oh maaaannn!" Anthony groaned as he tensed and pulled
away.  Cory grabbed him before he got out of reach and
drawing him back, gave his crotch another grope. 
"Cory, if you make me cum in my shorts I'll make you
wear them!" he warned as he struggled to break loose
again, though not too desperately.

"All right, that I have to see!" giggled Terry,
grabbing Anthony and wrestling him to the bed and
pinning his arms down.  "Help me hold him down guys,"
he called as Anthony squirmed under him and bucked his
hips in an attempt to break loose.  Dominic and Jonah,
still sitting on the bed, each grabbed a leg and sat
on it.

Grabbing the bulge with his thumb on one side and his
fingers on the other, Cory worked it over so that it
was extending up over Anthony's flat belly, a much
more comfortable position, and one that was easier to
rub.  Squeezing it tightly with his thumb and four
fingers, he rubbed it as hard as he could through
Anthony's tight jeans.  Anthony of course heaved his
hips and squirmed as he tried to break loose, but it
was impossible.  His dick, already aching and
throbbing, ached and throbbed all the more.  Catching
the action with the digital video camera, Billy thrust
the still camera at Anton who, like Jason, was
standing there watching. Despite their strict moral
upbringing, the two boys were randy as fuck also. 
They were twelve after all.  Anton began taking
pictures.

"I'm serious guys, I'm gonna pop my nut!" called
Anthony, his young voice an octave higher as he felt
himself approaching that critical point.

"Ewww, icky sticky!" giggled Terry, causing Jonah and
Dominic to giggle also.

"Com'on, I'm serious.  I'm gonna cum!" Anthony warned,
Terry's comment not helping one bit in his effort to
hold back.

Cory continued to stroke the bulge in his best buddy's
jeans from his balls up to the tip.  As his fingers
slipped over Cory's circumcised knob, he rubbed it
vigorously in short strokes, sending ripples of
pleasure through the turgid, throbbing flesh.  It had
been Anthony who had revealed the secret of jerking
off to him, and the two buddies had done it together
and to each other so many hundreds of times since he'd
long ago stopped counting.

"Ungh!  Ahhh, unnnh, ooohhh fuck!" he groaned, his
voice quivering with emotion and his body tensing and
then jerking so violently the three boys holding him
down had difficulty keeping him flat on the bed. 
Billy zoomed in on Anthony's face, and then on those
of Terry, Dominic, Jonah and Cory, and then down to
the bulge being gripped in Cory's hand.

"All right!" exclaimed Cory as his buddy's cock
throbbed in his hand and as a dark patch began to
appear in his jeans at the top of the bulge.  "Fucking
shit!  He's shot so much it's soaking right through
his underwear and his fucking pants!"

"You buggers!" Anthony gasped, but from his flushed
face and giggle it was evident he was not really
angry.

Following Billy's instructions, Dominic and Jonah
pulled down Anthony's jeans with Cory's help while
Terry continued to hold him down, and then of course
his boxers as Billy zoomed in, showing the boy's
sticky, cum filled underwear and flooded groin, his
fine young hairs sticky with the watery, early teenage
goo that coated his flat belly, his still stiff dick,
and his tightly drawn up balls.  As the boys finally
released him, he grabbed his boxers and smeared them
first in Cory's face and then Terry's, to the
amusement of Dominic and young Jonah until he grabbed
them and did the same.  Jason and Anton stared at the
boy's fresh cum glistening on his crotch and now on
the faces of his four attackers, their own cocks
swollen and aching to get off too.

"So, who's next?" Cory asked with a grin.

"You can do mine, but not in my underwear," Terry
offered, pulling down his fly and undoing his belt. 
Pulling down his fly, he pushed down his jeans and
stepped out of them, and then removed his socks.  As
he stepped out of his underwear, his cock sprang up
eager for action.  He had huge, ripe balls which like
his pubes were still hairless but which were full of
new teen cum, and a nice size cock for a
thirteen-year-old boy.

"Actually I know someone who's a master jackeroffer
and would love to jerk you off, right Jonah?"  The
seven-year-old beamed brightly as he nodded.

"Go for it," Terry offered with a gesture to his
groin.

Jonah eagerly scooted over to Terry and reached out
for his cock.  Holding it tightly with his thumb and
first two fingers, he began to rub his fingers up and
down the length like he did his own, and like he'd
learned to do to Lad.  Leaning back and propping
himself up on his elbows, Terry watched the
blond-haired youngster beat him off.  It felt
different having him just rubbing with two fingers and
a thumb instead of his fist as Terry normally did
himself, and it was hot watching his little hand
pumping up and down his cock as the boy stared at it
intently with his deep blue eyes.  Already horny from
watching Dominic losing his prune, his cock was
throbbing hotly in no time.  He tensed his body as the
pleasure prickled through his aching flesh.  Jonah
glanced up at him, uncertain if he was in pain or
feeling pleasure.

"You're doing a great job," Terry assured him, seeing
the questioning look on his innocent face.  "Cory's
right, you're a master jackeroffer.  How long you been
jacking guys off?"

"I've never done it to another boy before," Jonah
replied honestly.

"You mean I'm the first one?"  Jonah nodded his head
as he looked up at Terry with his deep blue eyes. 
"Fuckin' wicked!"  Terry looked down and watched the
youngster pumping his fingers up and down his
throbbing cock, the fact his was the first cock for
the boy to play with doubling his arousal.  "How long
you been doing yourself?" 

"Five weeks.  October third was the first time."  That
was a day he would never forget, thanks to Cory.

"So, has anyone jerked yours off?"

Jonah shook his head and Terry practically shot off
just with the thought of his little virgin dick. 
Stopping Jonah, he quickly pulled down the boy's pants
and underwear, revealing his tiny dicky and balls.  He
immediately reached over and began to rub the limp,
silky smooth little cocklet, which like Dominic's, was
as white as the rest of his body.  As he worked his
fingers up and down the limp, warm worm, he could feel
the little bulge his dick head made inside his
foreskin.  Unlike Dominic's, when Terry pulled down on
it, it slid back easily, though when he released it,
it slipped back up over his little knob.  The thought
of his fingers being the first to bring the
seven-year-old the pleasure that all boys eventually
discovered sent tingles of arousal up his already
throbbing cock.  As he tugged and rubbed the silky
little cocklet, it quickly began to swell.  Even at
seven a boy can get pleasure from having his dick
rubbed.  Jonah was soon as stiff as he was, his little
three-inch cocklet sticking up in the air like a
little cocktail sausage.

Terry pumped his fingers up and down the little
sausage, feeling so silky and so much different from
his cock which was twice as fat and at least an inch
longer.  He pulled his skin right back, revealing his
little bulbous dickhead, and then released it to let
the skin slip back up over his knob. He rubbed his
smooth, silky ball sack with the fingertips of his
other hand, feeling the pea-sized nuts in the loose
skin.  After a couple minutes he released the little
worm and it jerked in the air, aching for more
rubbing, much to everyone's amusement.  As the
thirteen-year-old resumed, Jonah began to pump his
cock once again.  It was so hot knowing that he was
going to be the first boy to bring the seven-year-old
off, and that his was the first cock the youngster
would make spurt.  Tensing his body once again, he
grabbed Anthony's boxers, the closest thing he
spotted, and with a groan of pure delight he shot off
a watery and copious early teen load in Anthony's
underwear and over little Jonah's fingers.  It
continued to ooze out, a watery, raw egg-white like
early teen load as Jonah continued to milk him, oozing
out of his burning little peehole and down over
Jonah's hot little fingers.  He rubbed the youngster's
stiff, hot little cocklet furiously and Jonah squirmed
with the pleasure of having another boy's hand rubbing
his dicky.  A minute later the seven-year-old arched
his back and whimpered with his delightful dry orgasm.

"Guess that leaves you two," Cory said, looking at
Anton and Jason.  Although the two were the best of
friends, they'd never discussed anything about sex
with each other before, and certainly not jerking off.
 At twelve, and with their strict moral upbringing, it
was still a mysterious and forbidden topic, one they
found embarrassing to discuss.  The two glanced at
each other, and then at Cory.  Both were randy as fuck
after having watched Cory and Dominic fucking, and
then Terry and Anthony shooting their loads, and
finally Jonah quivering with his dry orgasm.  Still,
doing it in front of everyone would be embarrassing,
especially in front of each other, and doing each
other would be even more so.

"Com'on, pull them out," Anthony encouraged.  "You
wanna do it."

That was true, but they'd been told it was wrong to do
it, and wrong to do it in front of anyone.  For Jason,
it was still something that he did only on the rarest
of occasions, and always with the greatest of guilt. 
Anton, thanks to Cory, was considerably more
experienced when it came to sexual matters, but the
twelve-year-old felt just as guilty as his best buddy
afterward.  As they just stood there, wrestling with
their temptation and their morals, an age-old dilemma
that society forces all boys to go through, Cory
wondered if he was going to have to get his headband. 
That would be awkward and evident, and it would be
rather obvious if he put it on and then sat there
concentrating on them and they did it.  So far nobody
knew about the power of the headband, and he was
planning on keeping it that way, even from Anthony for
now.  Though he'd been using it for two months and had
gotten pretty good at it, thanks to the paper his
great-grandfather had written explaining how to use
it, just how it worked was still mysterious and he
wanted to be sure about what he was doing before he
revealed it.  Besides, the more people who knew about
it the more likely some grownup would find out about
it and confiscate it and his fun would be over.

"Com'on boys, get one off for the camera," Billy
encouraged.

"Looks like you could use a jerking off too," Cory
said with a grin as he looked at the bulge hanging
down the right leg of the black man's trousers.  The
idea came to him immediately and he had to smile at
the brilliance.  "Why don't the three of you do it
together?  I know you got a fucking monster in there
that's gonna take two white boys to jerk off, and I
bet they've never had their dicks pulled by a black
man before.  Dominic and me can take the pictures."

"Homeboy, I do love the way you think!" Billy said
with a wide grin as he handed over the cameras.

They aimed them at Billy as he quickly removed his
clothes and chucked them on the floor.  His thick,
black, seven-inch sausage stood up proudly in the air
above his big black balls.  He'd seen the looks of
prejudice and dislike on the faces of the two snobbish
white boys, and the idea of them both stroking him off
was hot, and would make for still another hot video
that a lot of men would pay big bucks for.  Hell, he
could get fucking rich just on the videos from that
afternoon!  Making money while putting two racially
prejudiced white boys in their proper place, life
didn't get any better!  "So, what you waiting for
boys?" he asked as he looked at them.  "You gonna grab
my cock and show me how you white boys do yourselves
when yo momma's not lookin', or maybe you're hankering
to take a ride on it like Dominic here did?"

Their eyes widening with obvious fear and anticipated
pain with the thought of that thick monster stretching
open their assholes, never mind the humiliation, Anton
and Jason quickly began to undress before Cory or
Billy decided they should do that instead, which they
figured either could very well decide at any moment. 
They were far more self-conscious than the others had
been as they removed their shirts and folded them and
laid them on the dresser out of habit and then stepped
out of their jeans.  Their eyes reflected their
embarrassment as they pushed down their underwear to
reveal their erections.  Anton's three inches and
Jason's three and a half were in marked contrast to
Billy's whopper both in size and in colour.

They slowly and hesitantly sat on Cory's bed on either
side of Billy, and even more slowly and hesitantly
they reached out to touch him as if he was carrying
some disease or something.  The thought of just
touching a black man was repulsive to them, and the
thought of touching his dick and balls was even more
so, the two boys having been brought up in homes where
blacks were considered not just inferior but
sub-humans, but they knew they had no choice and that
they could be forced to do even worse.  Of course they
could have refused to do anything at all, but after
everyone else had gotten off a load that would make
them look like prudes, and they both suspected the
others would not take no for an answer.  Following
Billy's suggestion, Anton slipped his fingers about
his thick, throbbing cock and began to stroke it while
Jason cupped his large, hairy balls and rolled them in
his hand.  The two quivered as gooseflesh formed on
their arms and legs, especially Jason who had never
touched another guy's privates in his life, black or
white.  Billy enjoyed the evident revulsion and guilt
the two white boys were feeling as much as the
pleasure of having his cock and balls fondled.

He let them fondle him for a couple minutes and then
had them reverse their roles for another couple
minutes.  He teasingly told them to hold their hands
to their noses and smell the scent of a black man's
cock and balls on their hands, and he grinned with
delight as gooseflesh formed on their body and their
stiff little cocks jerked with the arousal of smelling
his genital scent.  He then had Anton hold his thick
cock at the base while Jason ran a fingertip around
his knob, sending a ripple of pleasure through it and
coaxing out a dollop of clear pre-cum.  He then had
Jason hold his shaft while Anton did the same, coaxing
out another droplet of the clear man-juice.  He
reached over and slipped his fingers about their stiff
little preteen cocks.  They might be small, but they
were hot and hard as nails.

It was fucking hot having the two white boys playing
with his stiff prick and knowing they didn't want to
be doing it at all, and especially to a black man, and
it was even hotter reaching over and playing with
their little white dicks.  His deep black fingers
contrasted sharply with their pale skin, as their
hands contrasted with his thick black cock and dark
balls.  He ran his fingers over Anton's smooth pubes
and tugged on his slender, three-inch dick with one
hand while he fondled Jason with the other.  Jason had
just the sparsest beginnings of fine pubic hair, but
he had nice size balls, bulbous and full of twink cum.
 He slowly pulled back Jason's foreskin, revealing his
bulbous cockhead and then released it and watched as
it crept back up his slender dick to cover his knob as
he'd taped Terry doing to Jonah.  Cory and Dominic of
course took closeups of their crotches, and of their
faces, their growing desire and their abhorrence both
evident in their eyes.

Despite their abhorrence, both twelve-year-olds were
hot and soon they were squirming and quivering in
ecstasy, their embarrassment and their revulsion of
doing it with a black man forgotten as that pleasure
that all boys can't resist overcame them.  Their
little preteen cocks grew even hotter as their young
blood pulsated through them and their dickheads itched
and burned so badly they could not sit still.  And, as
they bounced there on the bed with the ache deep in
their loins, Anton pumped his fist up and down Billy's
thick cock and Jason massaged his now tight balls as
eagerly as any whore.

Jason was the first to come and the twelve-year-old
tensed and groaned as his slender little cock spurted
out his thin, watery twink cum.  It spurted like a
little fountain with two little spurts and the rest
oozed out of his burning tip and down over Billy's
black fingers and down over his now tightly drawn-up
balls.  Anton quivered also as his still developing
little balls contracted and he too squirted out a
couple thin, watery squirts like a little water
pistol, the rest, like Jason, flowing down over his
dickhead and Billy's fingers and over his tight little
nuts.  And then Billy shot, his big black hose jerking
so unexpectedly and violently it jerked out of Anton's
fingers and sprayed him, Jason and Billy with thick,
creamy ball juice, thick white streamers flying in
every direction much to his delight and to their
revulsion.  They sat there sweating and flushed with
the awesome pleasure of their ejaculations, and with
the repulsive sensation of having a black man's hot,
thick load spattering them and oozing down over their
skin, down their panting, thin chests, over their
hips, and down their thighs. 

"Fucking wild man, fucking wild," Billy panted as he
leaned back on the bed, his black body spattered with
his own cum and his fingers dripping with the watery
loads of the two twelve-year-old boys.

"Oh yeah.  Cory knows how to throw a great party,"
Anthony said, beaming over at his best buddy.

"Well, it was Dominic who got us off to a great
start," said Cory, winking at Dominic who blushed with
the attention and beamed with pride at the comment. 
Already worshipping the outgoing and brash
thirteen-year-old and wishing he could spend every
minute of the day with him, and unaccustomed to
receiving any praise or credit at home, at that moment
he would have done anything Cory asked.   "Don't know
bout you guys, but I worked up a fucking appetite."

"Oh yeah!" Terry, Anthony, Dominic and Jonah all
agreed.

"Pizza?"

"Three cheese!"

"Loaded!"

"Oh yeah!  Make that two!"

"Extra large!

The delivery to 208 Briarwood Crescent was Kenneth
Ballard's last delivery.  Then it was home for a
shower and off to pick up his girl Nikki for an
evening of heavy petting and if he was lucky maybe
finally scoring.  He was already half boned up just
thinking of the evening.  With the image of the two of
them in the back seat up at make out point on
Henderson Drive, her with her dress up and panties
down, her pussy wet and aching from their kissing and
caressing as she begged him to do her, him kneeling
between her legs with his stiff dick sticking out of
his fly, he rang the doorbell.  The image he did not
expect to see was a thirteen-year-old boy standing
there stark naked except for a goofy looking metallic
headband and with a cigarette between his fingers.

"Hi, you must be the pizza delivery guy," Cory said
with a smile.  "And this must be the extra pepperoni I
ordered," he added with a wider smile as he reached
out and groped the swelling in Kenneth's trousers.

Kenneth immediately drew his hips back.  Kids today
were getting more brash and vulgar by the week.  "You
better have money to pay for these pizzas kid."

"Does it look like I got a wallet?" Cory asked
impishly and with a hint of impudence.  "Actually," he
said with a leer, "I planned on paying by giving you a
blow job."

"Five pizza combos for a blow job?  Not even if you
were the sexiest looking broad on earth," he snorted,
"and if you think I'm the type of perv to do it with a
boy you are really mistaken.  Now you don't pay for
these I got to report you to the management.  I don't
think your parents would appreciate getting a phone
call about an unpaid bill for five pizza combos."

"Ah com'on, you can even have your pick of any one of
us," Cory offered, nodding behind him as he stepped
back.  "Or you can have all eight of us.  Bet we can
make you feel way better than any slimy cunt can."  He
projected thoughts of horniness and promised pleasure,
something any normal, healthy teenage boy could relate
to.  From the bulge down the leg of his tight jeans
the teenager either had to be horny, or else he had to
be hung like a horse in which case Cory had to see it!

Determined to get paid and not wanting to have to
return to the pizza parlour with the five pizzas and
fill out a nonpayment claim, which would seriously cut
into his making out time, Kenneth stepped into the
room.  He stopped abruptly at the sight of the seven
naked boys.  One of them was taking pictures of him,
and behind him was an older black man running a
digital video camera.  "What the hell is this?  And
what's with-Dominic?"  Dominic, who'd been trying to
hide behind Anton and Jason, stared down at the floor
in embarrassment.  "What the hell you doing here?  And
what the hell are you wearing?"  Dominic had put on
his nylon thong, which Billy had said he could keep
and that all the other boys envied, while he'd waited
for the pizza.

"You two know each other?" asked Cory in surprise.

"Kenneth is my sister's boyfriend," Dominic said
meekly.

"Yeah?  Then we got somethin' in common," Cory said
with a grin as he extended his hand.  "Oh, let me take
those," he said, taking the five pizza boxes and five
thirty-two-ounce bottles of pop and handing them to
Terry.  Kenneth was too surprised to object.  "Like I
said, we got something in common," he said as he
extended his hand again.  "You're Dominic's sister's
boyfriend, and I'm Dominic's boyfriend."  Terry and
Anthony giggled and Billy had to chuckle.  The more he
was getting to know Cory the more he was liking the
brash little bugger.  "Hope she's as good a fuck as
Dominic."  Terry and Anthony giggled even louder and
Billy snorted in surprise at the comment as Dominic
glanced back down at the floor in embarrassment, and
with a little pride.  Cory had just said he'd been a
good fuck.

"Foulmouthed little brat," Kenneth replied unamused. 
"You need your mouth washed out with soap.  Dominic,
get your clothes!"  Dominic shook his head.  "Don't
you give me no!  You don't have a choice.  Now get
your goddamn clothes!  I'm taking you home."

"No," Dominic dared to say.  "I'm not going with you."

Kenneth stepped forward and grabbed the boy by the
arm.  "Then you can come dressed in that faggot boy
toy underwear.  Wait until your father sees you in
that," he threatened, looking at him in disgust, "and
finds out you've been hanging out with a bunch of
foulmouthed pervs."

"Didn't you hear him?  He said he's not going," Cory
intercepted, grabbing Dominic's arm and trying to pull
him away.  "And who the fuck you think you are fucking
calling us pervs?  Haven't you fuckin' heard of
nudists before cuntface?"

"Is that it?  You making some type of pedo nudist
film?" he asked, directing his question at Dominic and
when the boy didn't answer looking up at Billy who was
continuing to tape and then at Anthony who was
continuing to snap pictures.  "When your father hears
about this, I bet he'll send you away to one of those
military schools for delinquents.  And when I give him
this address you wait until he contacts your parents,"
he said, looking at Cory.  "You're all going to be in
big trouble," he continued as he looked at the others.
 Jason and Anton turned pale and hoped they'd be
struck by lightning before their parents found out,
especially their moms.  Jonah figured being struck by
lightening would be the better of the evils compared
to the beating his father would give him, not to
mention the lectures on his sinfulness for the next
year.  Terry rolled his eyes.  This would be good for
a two-month grounding at least, and he'd just barely
been ungrounded.  As for Anthony, he figured he'd
probably be forbidden to see Cory for at least the
month and maybe longer, which was a major punishment
in his eyes.  "And especially you," Kenneth finished,
looking at Billy defiantly.  The twenty-five-year-old
hustler was not particularly concerned.  A quick phone
call and the kid would never arrive home.  He'd end up
in the river, or if he had a say, in some brothel
across the border or some sheik's harem in the Middle
East, minus his testicles.  There was a good market
for athletic white boys like him, and he had the
connections to make it happen.

"No!  You leave them alone!  It's none of their fault.
 I wanted to do this!  I'll come," Dominic said almost
in tears, "but you gotta promise to leave Cory and the
others out of this."

"You wanted to parade around in that skimpy thing with
a bunch of naked boys?  What are you, a little faggot
boy whore?" the seventeen-year-old accused, winning
the tug-of-war and dragging the almost hysterical boy
toward the door.

"Let go of him, this fucking instant!" Cory yelled
angrily and with not a little fear as he grabbed
Dominic and pulled on him desperately.  He had to
protect Dominic from whatever punishment awaited him
having been responsible for him being there and for
him having had sex, and he had to protect himself.  If
the guy did as he was threatening he was going to be
so in trouble!  And this had been such a perfect
afternoon if it hadn't been for the son-of-a-bitch.

Kenneth's equally angry glare was suddenly replaced by
a totally blank look, like he'd been hit over the head
with a baseball bat or something.  He released his
grasp and Dominic and Cory stumbled and fell back on
their backsides.  Cory stared up at Kenneth in
surprise that the teenager had given up just like
that, and puzzled by his blank look.  "Now shut the
door and your mouth and do exactly what I tell you,"
he snapped, still driven by his anger and fear and
figuring he'd better charge ahead while he still
could.

Kenneth slowly turned and shut the door and slowly
turned to face Cory again, moving mechanically like a
robot and staring at him with this blank look. 
Shocked by Kenneth's angry reaction and disgust when
he'd seen them and by his threat to tell on them, and
then just as surprised by his sudden obedience to
Cory, the others just stood there in slack-jawed
bewilderment and watched.

"First of all Dominic's my friend, that's what he is. 
Now you take back what you said about him and
apologize!" Cory said angrily.  He was angry at
Kenneth for having ruined his party, and for the
comments he'd made about Dominic, but he was also
exaggerating his anger in the hopes of cowing Kenneth
into not telling on them.

"I ... I ... take back what I said.  I'm  . . .  I'm
sorry I  . . .  I called you a little faggot boy
whore, I really am."  Kenneth's voice was sincere as
was his facial expression, except his eyes were still
blank and staring straight ahead as if he was stunned.

"That's better," Cory said in as much surprise as the
others as he struggled to control his thoughts and to
not loose control.  Except for the first few times
when he was first learning how to use the headband and
had voiced his thoughts and commands to Julius Gilles,
he normally just thought them, and that took a lot of
concentration and he had to plant the ideas slowly and
in little steps and relate them to something that was
already in the person's mind for the person to do as
he told him.  Never in all the times he'd used the
headband had anyone become so totally willing to do as
they were told, and never so fast, and never had they
stood there looking like a zombie out of a low budget
horror movie.  "You gotta make it up to us for getting
Dominic and all of us all upset," Cory said, his angry
scowl now faked as he thought fast.  He had no idea if
it had been his anger that had frightened the teenager
into giving up, but he wasn't taking any chances that
it wasn't and so continued pretending he was angry.

"Let's go eat guys," he said to the others.  "Come
with us," he continued as he addressed Kenneth.  "You
can be our entertainment while we eat."  As he headed
into the living room, he was glad that he could think
rapidly and on the spot.  He had no idea how long he
was going to be able to keep this up, but he hoped it
would be as long as it took for him to figure out how
they were going to stop the guy from squealing on
them.  "For starters  . . .  let's see you do a strip
tease," he suggested.  "I want you to be the hottest,
sexiest male stripper in Riverside and get us all
feeling horny, like the rich had slaves do in ancient
Rome."  That was a good, reliable standby, or so he
hoped.  At least it had worked with Julius, twice, and
he figured everyone had to have seen one of those
movies with half-naked dancing slave girls. 

The boys sat on the sofa or cross-legged on the floor
and opened up the boxes of pizza while Cory put on a
CD by Wyclef and Kenneth began to bump and grind like
he'd seen on television.  He had always been a great
dancer.  All the girls he'd ever dated had told him
that.  Nikki Halder had said he had so much rhythm he
should have been black.  He'd told her that wasn't the
only thing he had in common with black men, looking at
her suggestively and running his hand along his thigh.
 She'd turned all shades of red.  She'd heard of the
rumour about black men too.  His boast had not been an
idle one, but he'd never found an opportunity to prove
it to her, not then anyway, but he would any day now,
he could feel it.  Meanwhile he'd show the black
fellow still taking his picture.  He'd show him just
how much rhythm a white boy can have.

He shook his hips and twisted his body in time to the
music, running his hands over his body as he'd seen
strippers in the TV movies do.  He slowly and
seductively unbuttoned and slid off his shirt, and
swinging it in time to the music as he gyrated, he
parted his lips and looked at each of the boys like a
vamp.  He was the hottest male stripper in town, with
the looks and the body it took, and he'd have each of
them aching to get off a load by the time he was done,
even the youngest one who wouldn't have a clue why he
was feeling the way he was.  He slowly pulled down his
zipper as he looked at each one of them as if he was
lowering his fly just for him, and then turning
around, he seesawed his jeans off his hips and stepped
out of them.  Standing now in just his boxers and
socks, he twisted his hips and ran his fingers over
his upper torso.

Having been present when Cory had told Goosey Gilles
to strip during their detention, and then later that
week over at his swimming pool along with his two
sons, Anthony had just figured that it was just
another weird trait of their hated teacher that Cory
had somehow stumbled across.  Who could figure out the
minds of adults, and especially of teachers?  Seeing
the seventeen-year-old pizza deliveryman bumping and
grinding in time to the music and clearly getting it
on, however, he wondered just how many people wanted
to be male strippers, and how his best buddy was
discovering that.  It was weird, and scarey in a way,
but Cory was his best buddy, he had a thirty-six-ounce
bottle of Coke and an extra-large three-cheese pizza
in front of him, a seventeen-year-old stud who had
threatened him was now stripping in front of him, and
earlier that afternoon he'd had gotten a wicked
jerking off by his best buddy.  What was there to be
worried about?

Anton was also aware of Cory's powers of coercion,
having been the object of his whims along with his
father and kid brother a month and a half ago when
they'd also performed a strip tease for him and then
he and his brother had bent over for Cory and Anthony
in front of their father, and more recently with the
effect he'd had on his whole family since moving in
with them.  Like Anthony, he too glanced over at him
curiously, and a little more fearful and a lot more
perplexed, as he picked up a second slice of pizza.

As for Terry, Dominic and Jonah, whenever Cory was
around things got exciting and very interesting, but
having neither witnessed him doing anything directly
nor been the object of his power, they hadn't
associated any special ability with him.  For Terry
and Jonah, Gilles just had a weird thing for dogs and
Cory had a special way with them, nothing that unusual
for either Gilles or him, and for all three of them
Cory was just himself, an outgoing and brash
thirteen-year-old boy with sex on his mind, constantly
on his mind.  That was nothing unusual either.  He was
thirteen after all, and it was constantly on their
mind too.  At the moment, like Anthony, they were
content with having had a hot afternoon of sex and
they happily stuffed themselves with pizza as they
watched Kenneth bouncing about in front of them in his
socks and boxers.  Dominic of course took particular
delight in seeing the seventeen-year-old boy dancing
in his underwear in front of them.

As for Jason, the poor twelve-year-old just sat there
open-mouthed, the stripping seventeen-year-old pizza
delivery carrier being just one more event of a very
odd and extremely stressful afternoon.  First he'd
witnessed what appeared to be a good friend of Jason's
sticking his dick up the ass of another boy, after his
best buddy had licked the guy's ass and another boy
had licked Jason's friend's dick until he had a boner,
and then after watching the rest of the guys jacking
each other off, he had joined his best buddy in
jacking off the monster cock of a black man while the
nigger had jerked the two of them off, the entire
afternoon being recorded on video and with digital
pictures.  Was this what life was normally like for
guys in Briarwood?  Was this why Anton had stopped
chumming around with him, because he was into this
sort of perverted sex stuff?  Never in his twelve
years had he even thought about such filth, never mind
actually done any of it except for a few guilt-ridden
jerk off sessions in the privacy of his bathroom when
he couldn't resist the temptation.  What was most
stressful of all was that despite his guilt and shame
and feeling of filthiness, he'd enjoyed it!

Billy was just as surprised as the rest of them with
the turn of events.  He'd seen the seventeen-year-old
kid walking up the walk and had suggested to Cory it
would be a wild joke to meet him at the door naked. 
He'd figured he could use the film to enhance the boy
party tape he planned on putting together from
everything he'd shot so far that afternoon.  He'd had
no idea the seventeen-year-old would go so ballistic
over a few early teens having a little bit of innocent
fun, and he certainly had not expected him to know one
of the boys.  He certainly had not expected the kid
would end up doing a strip tease.  He had known the
minute he'd spotted Cory at the Seven-Eleven that he
was no ordinary thirteen-year-old and that he had to
get to know him better.  The partnership they'd formed
was however, way beyond his wildest dreams, and
turning out to be particularly lucrative.  Hell, the
video of a seventeen-year-old pizza delivery boy
turned stripper was going to a hot video in itself,
and panning his naked, happily munching audience would
make a second tape that pedos all over the world would
be eager to buy.  He already had a title: The Pizza
Boy Delivers.

Kenneth had only one thing on his mind, to put on the
best strip show he possibly could for the bunch of
naked early teen and preteen boys and the black man,
who along with one of the kids was still taping him. 
He had this urge to be the best fucking male stripper
in Riverside and to get his audience sexually aroused.
 That would be the proof his ability.  He had no other
thoughts, no other desires.  All his mind was focussed
on was to strip.  He eased off his boxers, turning to
show them his ass as he lowered them.  He had a nice
ass, firm and muscular from hours of football
practice.  That should turn on a bunch of
teenyboppers.  Moving slowly and rhythmically in time
with the music, he turned to face them and twisted his
hips, causing his semierect dick to flop and bounce in
the air along with his low-hung balls.  He was well
hung, his limp cock being longer than any of the boy's
when they were hard.  He could see he had their
attention.  He could see their growing desire in their
eyes.  He twisted all the harder, running his hands
along his body sensuously, along his thighs, over his
chest, tweaking his nipples, doing everything he could
recall having seen strippers do on television, doing
everything he'd ever read in an attempt to turn them
on.  His cock began to swell.  He was getting turned
on himself.

"That was great," Cory mumbled, his mouth full of
pizza and his dick half swollen with arousal.  "Now be
a good slave boy and pour some Coke in my mouth, and
be quick about it."  Kenneth picked up the bottle and
holding it to Cory's mouth, tipped it up, switching
from entertainer slave to servant slave.  The boy was
his master.  His was to obey his every command, his
every wish.  Coke dribbled down Cory's chin, which
Cory wiped off with the back of his hand, and then
wiped off on the football player's well-developed
chest.  He'd begun developing a fine mat of chest hair
that he was particularly proud of and that he knew the
guys on the football team envied.  "Now, get me
another slice of all-meat pizza."  Kenneth hurried to
pick up a slice and he fed it to his master, and on
his orders, he served the other boys, who were just as
perplexed over his behaviour as they were amused.

As he held out a slice of one of the loaded pizzas for
Dominic to bite into, the topping slid off and onto
the floor.  "Now look at the mess you've made," Cory
said.  "That piece you can pick up and eat yourself." 
As disgusting as it was, Kenneth picked the topping up
off the carpet and brought it to his mouth.  "No, on
second thought, it's all dirty.  Just bypass your
stomach and shove it straight up your asshole." 
Kenneth did as he was told, and the boys hooted and
giggled as he stuffed the topping and the crust up his
butt, pushing the cheese, mushrooms, green peppers and
pepperoni into his rectum with his greasy fingers and
easily shoving the slice of dough up his greasy hole,
pushing the topping still further in.

Anthony purposefully dropped a half-eaten slice of
three-cheese pizza on the floor.  "Ooops."

"That's okay.  We got a slave boy to clean up any mess
we make," Cory said.  "Pick it up  . . .  slave boy,
and  . . .  since Anthony dropped it, stuff it up his
butt," he said impishly and with a twinkle in his eyes
as he glanced over at his best buddy in merriment.

"Go for it slave boy," Anthony said, laying back and
throwing his legs up over his head.  Kenneth slipped
the half-eaten slice up his butt, the wedge of dough
slipping in easily with the greasy cheese.

"You know, the problem with eating pizza in the nude
is you got nothing to wipe your greasy fingers on,"
Cory observed.  Everyone expected him to call Kenneth
over to wipe his fingers off on his body like he'd
done with the pop, but instead he turned to Dominic
sitting beside him.  "Guess I'll just have to use
whatever is closest," he said with a giggle as he
wiped his greasy fingers over Dominic's chest, leaving
a greasy smear of cheese, tomato paste and bits of
hamburger from the all-meat pizza.

By then the boys had fully stuffed themselves and
there began a food fight, the boys picking up the
remaining slices of pizza and smearing them over each
other until there wasn't one of them that wasn't
greased up from head to toe, their faces, their hair,
under their armpits, and of course their crotches,
which had become one of the main targets.  Picking up
one of the slices on the floor along with a handful of
topping, Cory stuffed it up his own ass.  "Okay slave
boy, come eat your pizza," he said, lying down on the
floor on his back and throwing his legs over his head.
 Kenneth obediently knelt behind Cory and placing his
lips against his crammed asshole, he began to eat him
out.  Drawing out the slice of pizza with his teeth
and then sucking out the topping, he sucked on his
asshole as if he was starving, his only thought being
to do as his master told him.

So, when Cory told him to lick his body clean, he
eagerly and willingly did so, his sole focus turning
to fulfilling his new command.  He knelt there and ran
his tongue over the sole of Cory's feet where he'd
stepped in pizza topping, and he wormed his tongue
between his toes, licking the bits of cheese and
topping stuck between them.  He licked the grease from
his shins and thighs, and to the merriment of the
rest, he licked Cory's smooth ass cheeks.  He
continued up over his smooth, flat stomach and his
young, developing chest, licking the grease from his
nipples, another of the favourite targets of the boys
in their food fight, and then his cheeks and even his
hair before Cory raised one arm and then the other for
the naked, seventeen-year-old slave to lick his arm
pits.

"Okay, for being such a good slave boy, come get your
treat," Cory finally said as he grasped his stiff dick
and looked at Kenneth with a leer.  "Come get your
pepperoni."  Kenneth Ballard knelt before the
thirteen-year-old boy and taking his four-inch dick in
his mouth, he began to suck.  Kenneth Ballard,
six-foot two, two-hundred-and-twenty pounds, grade
twelve football quarterback and stud muffin, Boy Scout
Venturer, dating Nicole Halder, one of the hottest
cheerleaders at William Cleaver Senior High School,
knelt there in the pizza-strewn room of naked teen and
preteen boys and sucked on the thirteen-year-old's
stiff little cock while being videotaped and
photographed.  He didn't care.  He eagerly and willing
sucked on the stiff little early teen cock, doing what
he'd been told to do, without question, without any
other thoughts to distract or confuse his mind,
focussing on giving the very best blow job he could,
summing up everything he'd ever read or heard about
it.

It was fucking hot, and Cory thoroughly enjoyed it as
he laid there on his back and watched the
seventeen-year-old stud sucking on his dick and
working his lips up and down it, sending shivers of
familiar pleasure through the turgid flesh.  He had no
idea why the teenager had snapped and why he was so
willingly obeying his every demand, but he was not
questioning it.  He was getting one of the best blow
jobs he'd ever been given.  Closing his eyes, he
concentrated on the pleasure throbbing through his
aching dick, a pleasure he could not get enough of. 
His dickhead itched with that unique combination of
pain and pleasure he'd come to know, and he squirmed
as he felt the tension developing deep in his loins. 
When he felt himself coming, he withdrew his cock and
sprayed Kenneth's broad, muscular chest, adding his
hot, runny boy juice to the smear of pizza and
Kenneth's already sticky chest hairs.  

Offering his slave to anyone else who wanted to get
cleaned, Anthony eagerly stepped forward, his dick
already erect from watching his best buddy.  Sitting
on the coffee table, his olive skin glistening with
streaks of grease from the pizza fight, he offered
first one foot and then the other to the kneeling
football player, who obediently licked the pizza guck
from between his toes and from the soles of his feet. 
Anthony quivered with arousal and his stiff dick
jerked excitedly as the seventeen-year-old stud ran
his tongue up along his sensitive thighs, and his cock
jerked even more wildly when he stood and pulled apart
his asscheeks and felt the stud muffin run his hot,
wet tongue up his ass crack and then suck out the
pizza and topping that Kenneth had stuffed up his
rectum earlier, now heated and slimed from being up
his hole for the past half hour.  Seeing the greasy
smear he'd left on the coffee table, he had the slave
boy lick it clean first before he sat down again, and
then he had Kenneth lick off his chest and nipples,
and then each of his still hairless armpits.  He even
licked clean the wisps of fine dark brown hairs at the
corner of the early teen's upper lip.

His stiff, olive-coloured dick and young balls
glistening with cheese grease and with pizza sauce and
bits of topping clinging to them and his fine, brown
hairs, were the last to be cleaned and as the muscular
high school student knelt there before the
thirteen-year-old and licked and sucked on his balls
and licked his fine pubic hairs clean, his young boy
dick throbbed with arousal.  He spread his legs wide
and gripped the edge of the coffee table as he felt
Kenneth's hot, wet mouth envelop his stiff, aching
cock.  This was so fucking hot he could not believe
it, and it was all thanks to Cory.  His lips curled
with delight as he watched Kenneth's cheeks sink in as
he sucked on his greasy, throbbing tube. This was even
better than the hottest porn he'd ever found in his
father's stash.  His fingers tightened about the edge
of the table as he felt himself coming, and like Cory,
he pulled his dick out at the last moment and added
his spurts of hot, slimy early teen juice, lacing the
football player's broad, muscular chest and his
nipples with his watery, sticky cum.

Stuffing a slice of pizza and a handful of topping up
Dominic's recently fucked ass, Cory smeared his
fingers over his little cocklet, causing it, he
noticed, to get erect immediately, something he
quietly pointed out to his new friend.  Evidently his
inability to get hard wasn't a problem now, much to
Dominic's delight and relief, and endearing him still
further to Cory.  Scooping up a handful of topping and
smearing it between Dominic's legs, Cory called
Kenneth over to clean up his buddy.  Dominic was
beside himself with delight, at being called Cory's
buddy, and in anticipation of what Kenneth was about
to do, and the diminutive twelve-year-old could not
stop from excitedly dancing from foot to foot as
Kenneth shuffled over to him on his knees.  Dominic's
older sister Nicole, like his father, blamed him for
his mother's death and took every opportunity she had
to belittle him and to be mean to him.  With her
father often away at meetings, she had plenty of
opportunity to boss him around, which she did almost
daily.  Her boyfriend Kenneth, whether because he
enjoyed bossing him around too, or if he was just
sucking up to Nicole in the hopes of getting into her
panties, or both, joined her in bossing him around,
which was evident from his attitude and comments that
afternoon.

So, Dominic took particular pleasure in having the
seventeen-year-old high school student sucking the
pizza out of his asshole and then licking off his
body, and as the football stud and heartthrob of half
of the girls at William Cleaver Senior High School
stuck out his tongue and licked the pizza grease from
his armpits, he was so lightheaded and giddy with
pleasure and arousal it made him dizzy.  He wobbled on
his weak legs as Kenneth began licking his stiff,
itching dick.  He could not believe it!  His stiff
little cocklet throbbed and itched with pleasure and
he trembled with the ripples of arousal shooting
through his little dickhead hiding under his foreskin.
As he watched Kenneth eagerly sucking on his little,
throbbing sausage, he wished his sister could see her
boyfriend now.  Actually, he wondered if he could dare
hope that he could get one of the pictures Anthony was
taking with the digital camera.  That would fix the
two of them for the way they'd treated him, and he
could just imagine the shock on her face when she
discovered it there on her desk.  It was with that
thought that he clutched Kenneth's head and trembled
with a most violent and pleasant dry orgasm.

One by one the rest of the boys lined up and their
teen boy slave eagerly and hungrily licked each of
them clean and sucked each of them off, Terry spraying
his face and hair with his hot, sticky early teen cum,
and Jonah along with Jason and Anton, the two
twelve-year-olds having shot their quota of cum from
their still developing preteen balls for the day,
trembling with dry orgasms.  Billy was last, turning
the video camera over to Cory.  He figured he could
probably edit out that part of the film to make one
just showing him and Kenneth.  In fact, as the boy
sucked on his long, thick cock, he already had an idea
how to reshoot his arrival with the pizzas to
introduce the second film.  A video of a good-looking
white high school jock licking and then sucking off
the cock of a hung black man would sell almost as well
as the boy party video.  Thinking of the money he was
going to make was almost as pleasant as the throbbing
of his thick, swollen cock as he shot his thick load
of cum down the white boy's throat.

As Kenneth Ballard pulled up to his house forty-five
minutes later, his cell phone rang.  It was Nicole,
Dominic's sister, wondering if he'd finished supper
yet, and when he was coming over.  He told her he had
been late getting off work, and would have to cancel
for the night, which did not make her very happy, nor
him, but there was no way he was going to be able to
go on a date that evening.  As he looked in the
rearview mirror at his cum-smeared face and cum
clotted hair, he squirmed uncomfortably, his shirt and
trousers sticking to his body smeared with pizza sauce
and early teen cum.  He thought back to how he'd
stripped before the boys, how he'd been their slave
boy and had fed them, how he'd licked their young
bodies clean and had eaten out their asses and sucked
them off.

Revulsion filled him, causing his skin to turn to
gooseflesh and his stomach to churn and almost upchuck
as he wondered how he could possibly have done what
he'd done, so eagerly, so willingly.  At one moment he
was fighting with the kid in the strange headband as
he tried to get Dominic out of there, disgusted with
his girlfriend's dorky kid brother and with the rest
of the pervs, especially the black man making the
porno video of it all, and angry with Dominic for
engaging in such filth and even more so for defying
him, especially in front of the others, and the next
moment he was eagerly participating in their orgy,
even posing again at the entrance for the black dude,
the cameras of course aimed so as not to show his
stained clothes and face.  How could he have done it? 
How could he have done such perverted things with a
gang of filthy-minded kids?  How could he have sucked
the pizza back out of their filthy assholes, hot and
slimy with their ass juice, and sucked on their filthy
little dicks?  He shuddered with the thought and the
memory of the black dude's hot, thick cum filling his
mouth and shooting down his throat.  He managed to get
the car door open and to lean out before he puked all
over the driveway.

"Oh man, that was fucking wild!"

"Oh yeah.  You sure know how to throw a party, Cory!"

"So when's the next one?"

"How about tomorrow?"

"You're kidding!"

"Hey, while the rents are away," Cory replied with a
grin.  "Right after school."

"Fuckin' far out.  See you then!"

Dominic hung back as the others left.  "I hope Kenneth
doesn't make any trouble for you," he said, his voice
trembling nervously as he shyly stared down at the
floor.

"Hey, he ain't gonna be telling nobody fuckin'
nothin'."

"You sure?"

"Would you tell anyone you stripped naked and then ate
out the asses of eight guys and sucked their cocks?"

"No," Dominic said with a grin as he sighed with
relief.  He hadn't thought of that.  Cory thought of
everything.

"Actually, with the video and pictures we got of him,
he's gonna do whatever we want."

"Cool," Dominic said with a wide, open grin that
showed his teeth as his steel blue eyes sparkled.  He
was tempted to ask if he might have one of the digital
pictures, but was too shy to do so.

"So we'll see you tomorrow?"

"I'm invited too?"

"Of course.  Why wouldn't I invite my boyfriend?" Cory
said with a twinkle in his eyes.  On impulse, he bent
over and gave Dominic a kiss on the lips.

Dominic floated all the way home, oblivious to
everything around him.  Today was the best day of his
entire life.   

*********

I hope you liked this chapter.  What else would you
like to see happen?  What movies would you like Billy
Dean to produce?  What fun and havoc can Cory create
while living with the Gilles's and with his own home
vacant of supervising parents?  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, Kenneth Ballard and
his mother, 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 Nicole Halder and of course Lad and the star
of the series, Cory.


	

	
		
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