Paul's Slavery

  Mr. Harding the handsome young gay English teacher was so shocked that for a moment he forgot to take his finger out of Paul Marshall's asshole. The abused teen was struggling on the desk, not because the invading finger was opening him up too much, his hole had already been stretched wide enough to take even the thickest finger, but because his raped asshole was raw and sore, and anything up it hurt like fucking hell. 

    "How you guys doing?"  Matt Henshaw smiled walking into the classroom with two of his jock buddies. Mr. Harding tried to gain some dignity even though his suit pants were around his ankles and his nice large dick was throbbing and leaking like a fourteen year old boy. 

     "Get out of my classroom. Get out of my classroom right now, do you hear me? He said, his handsome face dark red with humiliation. 

    "Mr. Harding, I really don't think you are in a position to make any kind of fuss, now are you?"  Matt smiled and held up his phone with  which he had taken photos of the English teacher sexually molesting Paul Marshall. Mr. Harding started to shake. Tears filled his eyes.  

    "I...I don't know what came over me. I have never done anything like this before. I am a good teacher. It was this little slut's fault. He's been seducing me and sending me notes, and I just lost control. It won't happen again, I swear!"  Mr. Harding slumped into his desk chair, his legs spread, his huge balls draping over the edge of the seat. His dick deflating and leaking even more fuckslime. 

    "First of all Mr. Asswipe Teacher, you have done this kind of thing before, and we all know it. You have been sucking jocks for months and giving them passing grades if they allow you to lick their sweaty balls and slurp on their fuckmeat! All the guys talk about it.  Secondly, It wasn't the little slut's fault. Yeah, he is dick crazy, but It was me who sent the notes. You see, I've been setting this up for a while. And it will happen again. And again. Because from now on, you are going to fuck Paul Marshall's ass every single day during your free hour. You are going to plow his teenage boycunt with your big dick every fucking day! If you miss a single day, we go to the principal with the photos. You are going to fuck him without a condom, without using any lube. And you are going to fuck him hard. If you don't plow his twat hard enough, we turn you in! When Paul leaves your classroom, he better have a huge load of cum up his cunt every single day! So why don't you get started and give us a demonstration of how you will do it?" 

   Mr. Harding was trapped. What could he do? Besides, he had fantasized about fucking Paul Marshall for some time. He had fantasized about fucking lots of students. Oh, he got to suck them, but none of the jocks would let him fuck them in their muscular young asses. And Mr. Harding loved to fuck. He pushed Paul down over his desk, looking at the beautiful smooth pale asscheeks with the deep crack. 

    "Please, Mr. Harding, I'm not gay. They are making me do this. I swear to God, I am not gay!" 

    "I'm really sorry, Paul. But I am gay, and I don't have a choice."  Mr. Harding reached down and spread the boy's tender ass globes to reveal the swollen red lips of the kid's alreadya bused asshole. "Man, oh man, that asshole is sore!" 

     Matt smiled," Yeah, he's been fucked alot lately. The little faggot can't get enough dick!" 

     "It's not true, "Paul cried, chewing on his knuckle as the teacher lined up his swollen prick against the tender shithole.  

     "It's pretty fucking sore. Can't I use some spit or lube or something?" 

     Matt shook his handsome head.  "Ugh ugh, you fuck him dry every fucking day. Let his natural cunt juices go to work." 

      Mr. Harding pushed back his thick foreskin and let the big dickhead push against the asshole. The cockhead battered at the sore swollen ass lips and then popped in. Paul let out a muffled scream, shoving his own fist in his mouth to silence the cry. He wanted to cry out, but he knew he dare not. 

     Mr. Harding was in Heaven. He had his dick head in the young teen asshole of one of the cutest boys in school.

      "Oh, my fucking God. Oh shit, this is wonderful! This is amazing! This is a fucking amazing asshole!" He slid six inches of dick into the boy. Paul started to buck up off the desk, but Mr. Harding just pushed him back down. "Hold still, Paul!" He snapped, shoving two more inches in. 

     "Use those cunt muscles, Paul. Give Mr. Harding a really good tight fuck!" 

      Poor young Paul felt like his rectum was being torn to pieces. He threw his pretty head from side to side. One of the bullies watched the door to make sure no one unwanted interrupted the teenage boy fuck. Mr. Harding couldn't help himself. He fucked harder and harder, slamming the boy into the edge of the desk with each cockthrust. He ran his hands along the teenage body and grabbed the boy by the nipples. He used the kid's nipples like little handles to hang on to while he slammed every inch of his huge dick up the asshole. His massive balls slapped against Paul's body. Skin bag slapping against teen skin. Paul grunted and cried and tears dripped onto the tests Mr. Harding had been grading. 

     "Pull out!" Matt snapped suddenly. 

     "Huh?" Mr. Harding replied, his eyes wide with disbelief. He was so near. So close. His fuckmeat was throbbing like never before. This was prime kid ass! 

     "You fucking heard me. Pull the fuck out! You do what I say!" Matt Henshaw was not a boy to be toyed with. Mr. Harding moaned and withdrew his ass slimed dick from the boy's ass. Without lube, the inner ass lining wanted to come out withe the cock, and it was really painful. Inner pink ass showed at the boy's ass lips as the fat cock popped free of the hole. Mr. Harding stood there looking mystified, his long fat fucker coated with ass slime.

     "Matt looked at the dick and smiled. "Mmmm, good enough to eat. Now go around the other side of the desk and shove it in the bitch's mouth!"  It took only a second before a smile appeared on the teacher's face. He shuffled around the desk, his trousers still tangled around his feet, and lifted the crying boy's face. 

     "So sorry Paul, " he said, and then he forced the boy's mouth open and shoved his ass greasy cock down the kid's throat.  Paul gagged and choked. The teacher immediately began to fuck his face hard, balls slapping his chin. The cock worked it's way way down the boy's throat. Meanwhile, Matt Henshaw picked up the wooden map pointer from the blackboard tray and shoved the long thin stick up Paul's tender asshole. 

      The bullies chucked as they watched Paul arch his back in pain and try to pull his face off the fucking dick. Mr. Harding was having none of that. He grabbed the kid's hair and pushed his dick in deeper.  Matt fucked and twisted the thin wooden stick up the boy's raw raped hole. Such behavior was monstrous. Inhuman. How could normal teenage boys do such things? Matt fucked fourteen inches of stick up inside Paul. Paul felt it in his intestines. The pain was unbearable. After all, he was just a teenage kid! Just an innocent teenage kid! He sobbed and his tears ran down onto the thick fat greasy cock invading his mouth. The whole thing was so fucking perverted there were no words adequate to describe it. 

       Matt whipped the stick out of the boy's ass. "Pull out, Mr. Harding and come finish up his cunt!"  Big swollen dick drooling and now covered with boy spit, the teacher, pants a tangle, waddled back around to the kid's ass and in one thrust plowed balls deep into the teenage asshole! Paul arched up again, his dick and balls mashed against the edge of the desk, his asshole aflame! The dickhead was deep. Really deep. He was a thoroughly fucked teen. Mr. Harding moaned and arched his own back as he sprayed a wad of cum up the kid's cunt! They say you can't feel a dick shooting up your ass,(I wouldn't know because I am always the fucker) but Paul felt the hot stinging spray on his cut and raw inner cunt. To those of you

wondering about my phrasiology, When a teenage male asshole is fucked enough, the shape and texture of it starts to change. A cunt like opening is actually formed, the swollen, distended ass lips actually starting to look like cunt lips. Paul was starting to develop a cunt like opening that would never change or go back. For the rest of his life, anyone looking at his asshole, be it doctor or future lover, would be able to tell at once that he had been fucked repeatedly up the ass! Paul was being turned into a fucking piece of shit! 

      Mr. Harding pulled out. The ass lining pulled out with the withdrawing dick, clinging to it. Blood and ass juice and cum coated the huge just starting to droop fuckmeat. 

      "Go around to his face and make him clean it!" Matt ordered. Dicks have to be cleaned after they fuck. It's just a fact.  Mr. Harding grabbed Paul by the hair and twisted his face around. 

      "Suck this big fucking cock clean, you fucking teenage faggot cocksucking Cunthole!"   Holy Christ, he loved abusing teenage boys. Usually he had to be so careful with them. Usually he was allowed to suck some of the big dumb jocks for passing grades, but he could never molest them, or work them over. Paul, tears dried on his cheeks, opened his mouth and the fat fucksausage was shoved in, ass slime and cum coating the boy's sore cocksucker lips. 

       "Clean it, you piece of fucked shit!" The teacher spat down onto the boy's face, a gob landing on the kid's nose. 

       Matt smiled. "Now you are getting with it. That's what you will do every fucking day during your free period! Every God damned day without fail. And Paul, after you leave Mr. Harding, you report to me in the second floor can to show us the cum up your ass! We'll have a dish or something you can squat and shit the cum out into to prove to us you were fucked. Of course you'll be able to lap it up after. Can't let it go to waste. Now don't forget that after school, you are to meet me in the boy's locker room showers. Just be there naked and waiting for me!"   Matt turned and sauntered out of the room, followed by his two goons. 

        Poor young Paul was such a wreck, he could hardly go to his next class. He walked funny because of the ass fucking, and the cum leaked out of his hole. He tried to go into the boy's room to expel it, but two of Matt's pals wouldn't let him enter. They said he had to hold the cum all through his next class.  It leaked out of course, staining the ass of his pants. His mouth tasted of cock and cum and even a bit like shit. He tried to get a drink of water, but one of Matt's buddies wouldn't let him. He said Matt wanted him to taste Mr. Harding's dick all day. Can you imagine what it is like to be a teenage high school boy who has the taste of dick in his mouth all day? He was afraid to talk to anyone, lest he reveal he had "Dickbreath!"  Jocks are quick to pick up on a kid with "Dickbreath."  The last thing Paul wanted was to become the school cum dump for all the high school jocks. Little did poor Paul know that is exactly what Matt had planned for him. 

       At Four Thirty, he waited naked in the locker room showers. He was trembling both with cold and with nervousness. He was scared shitless. At first he just stood there naked, looking a the rows of shower heads and the tiled wall and floor. He held his hands over his dick and balls. He felt stupid standing there waiting by himself. The other boys were outside having sports practice. He was alone in the empty, hollow room. Then he heard laughing and the rude banter of high school boys coming in from outside. They were talking about high school cunt as always. Which girls were the best fucks, which girls sucked dick best, which ones were already had and which ones would be good to fuck! Paul heard locker doors open and slam. His legs felt weak and useless. He lost his strength and in total fear, he sank down to his knees. 

      That was how the muscular naked Matt Henshaw found him. Bare assed and on his knees. Perfect. 

      The rich boy stood proud and naked, his body glistening with sweat, His class and status showing in his uplifted pecs with proud young nipples and his strong neck and his arrogant face. His fat dick hung sweaty and long over teen swollen cum filled fuckbags, a boy, a young god, after a day of high school. It wasn't for a moment that Paul even saw the dozen or so other naked teens crowing behind Matt. That's right. The whole fucking team, come to shower. There must be more, twenty or so of them, all naked and rowdy, walking bareassed through the locker room toward the showers.  And Paul was kneeling pale and trembling, unclothed and vulnerable on the shower floor.  

      "Don't bother to get up. You are just the right height!" Matt beamed as he strolled into the shower room, followed by eight or nine other naked jocks. The other boys crowded the doorway. " First, I  want you to lick all this sports sweat off my body, paying particular attention to my balls, sweaty asshole and armpits. Then, while I shower, you can lick the balls and assholes and stinking pits of the other guys. Then I while we stand under the relaxing shower spray, you can crawl around from dude to dude and suck dick! When you finish with these guys, the next group can come in." Matt nodded toward the gang in the doorway most of them now with fucking hard cocks. "Be patient, boys, He's only got one mouth, but he'll get to all of you. I want him to get a good taste of each of your sweaty assholes!" 

    Paul wanted to die. He could not believe what he was hearing. He was expected to suck the dirty assholes of over twenty boys! Boys he'd kown and hung around with. Boys who used to be his friends. Just think of twenty guys you know, and now imagine if suddenly you had been ordered to lick and sick their balls and armpits and filthy stinking assholes! Paul's last shred of dignity was destroyed. He was now the lowest of the low.  Matt approached the kid as the other boys watched.  Paul could smell the sweat stink on the boy from his sport's activity. He could see the beaded sweat on the hairs of the kid's massive scrotum. Paul sobbed and leaned in and extended his tongue. His tongue touched the wrinkled flesh of the ball sack. It tasted salty. The smell was strong, almost overwhelming, the way young men smell after playing a sport. Paul could almost imagine how the teen's asshole would smell and taste. And then he thought of the more than twenty other teens waiting to have their dirty young assholes sucked. Some of the boys were joking, bouncing on big naked feet, anxious and excited, chatting about how it was a long time since they had had a good ass sucking. 

     Was there to be no relief for Paul? No hope of salvation? Matt slapped the kid's head to get his ball licking more enthusiastic. "Come on, clean those nuts. Don't take all day. You got alot of guys here waiting. You got alot of dick to suck! And just think. It's going to be like this every fucking day from now on. Coach put me in charge of closing up. So we can do this every fucking day!"  The sound of teenage male laughter filled the locker room!