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Seventeen year old Kyle crawled naked across the cold basement
floor. His muscular body was covered in sweat, even though the temperature
was quite cool in the cellar. He was covered with sweat because Mr. Hinkle
was giving him one of his “workout sessions.” It was a Saturday about ten
thirty in the morning, so poor Kyle had the whole day and evening of torture
ahead of him. Kyle was crawling on hands and knees, but he arched his young
back so his beautiful muscular round teenage jock ass was high up in the
air. That made it an easier target for Mr. Hinkle. Kyle also crawled with
his legs far apart. That made it much more difficult to travel, but it kept
his full young swinging balls in view, so Mr. Hinkle could also swat those
if he chose to. Kyle had nice full low hanging nuts. They had been stretched
by Mr. Hinkle over the last few weeks. He liked his boys with low hanging
scrotums.
Mr. Hinkle stood over the boy, naked as well, his gross fat body pale and
hairy. He held a large wooden spoon in one hand, and now and then he whacked
the boy on the ass globes or sometimes the fucksack.
“Come on, crawl faster you piece of shit. Haven’t you learned anything in
the past few weeks? Has all my patient training of you been for nothing?
Move your worthless cunt!”
Kyle had no choice. He needed to graduate. He needed to get a sports
scholarship to college. Mr. Hinkle was his key to success. If he lived that
long. Some days, poor young Kyle ached so much from his sessions with Mr.
Hinkle, that he was sure he would never make it to graduation.
The boy no longer had any friends at school. That started when Mr. Hinkle
made him break up with his girlfriend and forbade him to even speak to any
girls in school. Kyle...who had been the stud girl fucker of Wilmont High,
not hung his head and turned away from conversations with the opposite sex.
You know how kids are. Rumors flew that Kyle might be gay.
The clothing Mr. Hinkle forced him to wear didn’t help. Kyle’s wardrobe
was not restricted to very small, tight thin tee shirts. The material so
thin that the brown of his nipple showed through, and so short that three or
more inches of naked boy belly showed at the bottom. He was also made to
wear the very new and fashionable “skinny jeans” that were once again back
floor. His muscular body was covered in sweat, even though the temperature
was quite cool in the cellar. He was covered with sweat because Mr. Hinkle
was giving him one of his “workout sessions.” It was a Saturday about ten
thirty in the morning, so poor Kyle had the whole day and evening of torture
ahead of him. Kyle was crawling on hands and knees, but he arched his young
back so his beautiful muscular round teenage jock ass was high up in the
air. That made it an easier target for Mr. Hinkle. Kyle also crawled with
his legs far apart. That made it much more difficult to travel, but it kept
his full young swinging balls in view, so Mr. Hinkle could also swat those
if he chose to. Kyle had nice full low hanging nuts. They had been stretched
by Mr. Hinkle over the last few weeks. He liked his boys with low hanging
scrotums.
Mr. Hinkle stood over the boy, naked as well, his gross fat body pale and
hairy. He held a large wooden spoon in one hand, and now and then he whacked
the boy on the ass globes or sometimes the fucksack.
“Come on, crawl faster you piece of shit. Haven’t you learned anything in
the past few weeks? Has all my patient training of you been for nothing?
Move your worthless cunt!”
Kyle had no choice. He needed to graduate. He needed to get a sports
scholarship to college. Mr. Hinkle was his key to success. If he lived that
long. Some days, poor young Kyle ached so much from his sessions with Mr.
Hinkle, that he was sure he would never make it to graduation.
The boy no longer had any friends at school. That started when Mr. Hinkle
made him break up with his girlfriend and forbade him to even speak to any
girls in school. Kyle...who had been the stud girl fucker of Wilmont High,
not hung his head and turned away from conversations with the opposite sex.
You know how kids are. Rumors flew that Kyle might be gay.
The clothing Mr. Hinkle forced him to wear didn’t help. Kyle’s wardrobe
was not restricted to very small, tight thin tee shirts. The material so
thin that the brown of his nipple showed through, and so short that three or
more inches of naked boy belly showed at the bottom. He was also made to
wear the very new and fashionable “skinny jeans” that were once again back
in. but Mr. Hinkle made the boy wear ones that were two or three sizes too
small. The pants looked like a second skin on poor Kyle. His ass was obscene
in them. They only rode half way up his ass, so about four inches of ass
crack showed in the back. Kyle was forbidden underwear. These tight pants
were designed to be worn with boxer shorts which were meant to show over the
low rise of the waist. In front, the result was tragic for the poor boy.
The top snap of the pants was barely an inch above the root of Kyle’s dick,
and the boy’s ample fuckmeat pushed the front of the jeans out perversely.
Both Mr. Hinkle and Kyle thought that all that prick hair showing was too
obscene for school, so Mr. Hinkle made Kyle shave off all his pubic hair
except for a tiny patch right at the base of the dick.
Teachers who had adored Kyle and praised him as the star student and
athlete at the school, now shook their heads in disgust and whispered things
about drugs. How else to explain such a sudden fall from grace?
Now, in the basement, Mr. Hinkle reached down and began to work the
wooden spoon up into Kyle’s asshole.
Kyle gasped and gritted his teeth in pain as the spoon was roughly thrust
into his teenage rectum. His has was used to being violated by now. Mr.
Hinkle fucked him almost every day and derived perverse pleasure in shoving
other objects up the boy’s stretched hole.
“Loosen up that cunt, you motherfucking freak! If you want to grduate you
need an A, and if you want that A from me, you got to have a loose cunt!
Mr. Hinkle stroked his fat prick with one hand, enjoying the sight of the
boy, curling the toes of his large athlete’s feet in agony as the spoon was
fucked in and out of his asshole.
“I heard two of the boys today in the hall talking about how you had
become a faggot! You are no longer the favorite in the school, Yeah? I heard
also the coach put you on the bench for most of the game last week. Good!
They all need to know what a fucking Asswipe, shitface you are! PUSDH BACK
small. The pants looked like a second skin on poor Kyle. His ass was obscene
in them. They only rode half way up his ass, so about four inches of ass
crack showed in the back. Kyle was forbidden underwear. These tight pants
were designed to be worn with boxer shorts which were meant to show over the
low rise of the waist. In front, the result was tragic for the poor boy.
The top snap of the pants was barely an inch above the root of Kyle’s dick,
and the boy’s ample fuckmeat pushed the front of the jeans out perversely.
Both Mr. Hinkle and Kyle thought that all that prick hair showing was too
obscene for school, so Mr. Hinkle made Kyle shave off all his pubic hair
except for a tiny patch right at the base of the dick.
Teachers who had adored Kyle and praised him as the star student and
athlete at the school, now shook their heads in disgust and whispered things
about drugs. How else to explain such a sudden fall from grace?
Now, in the basement, Mr. Hinkle reached down and began to work the
wooden spoon up into Kyle’s asshole.
Kyle gasped and gritted his teeth in pain as the spoon was roughly thrust
into his teenage rectum. His has was used to being violated by now. Mr.
Hinkle fucked him almost every day and derived perverse pleasure in shoving
other objects up the boy’s stretched hole.
“Loosen up that cunt, you motherfucking freak! If you want to grduate you
need an A, and if you want that A from me, you got to have a loose cunt!
Mr. Hinkle stroked his fat prick with one hand, enjoying the sight of the
boy, curling the toes of his large athlete’s feet in agony as the spoon was
fucked in and out of his asshole.
“I heard two of the boys today in the hall talking about how you had
become a faggot! You are no longer the favorite in the school, Yeah? I heard
also the coach put you on the bench for most of the game last week. Good!
They all need to know what a fucking Asswipe, shitface you are! PUSDH BACK
ON THE SPOON. FUCK THE SPOON!”
Kyle sobbed as he pushed back onto the spoon in his guts. Not from the
pain, although that was considerable. No, he cried from the loss of his
status and position in the school. He had been the pride of the high school.
Now, no one even spoke to him. And to be benched during a big game, meant
that the coach no longer respected and trusted him.
Well, Kyle was something of a physical and mental wreck from his daily
sessions with Mr. Hinkle, not to mention the even more strenuous longer
weekend sessions.
“Here, lift your face up, Cuntboy, my Schwantz is leaking!” Kyle lifted
up his cute seventeen year old face, and Mr. Hinkle wiped his dick leak on
the boy’s nose and lips.
‘You Fucking Dick Hole! Leave the spoon up your ass, and crawl over and
bring me back the homework I assigned you!”
The “homework” was as perverted and obscene as the teacher! Kyle crawled
over to his bookbag in the corner and came back with some eight by ten
photos he had created on the printer of his computer. As he had to crawl, he
carried the photos in his mouth between his teeth.
‘I thought about having your teeth pulled so you could give a better
cocksuck, but you see your teeth still come in handy. Although I suppose, we
could make a decent dental plate for you. Let me see how you did on your
homework! Did you accomplish your task?”
Kyle let out a sob, even thinking of the homework assigment. What a
nightmare it had been. Drugging his own mother had been the worst part in
may ways.
“Now let me see!” Mr. Hinkle took the photos. “Your assignment was to
get totally naked photos of your mother, showing her pussy in close up! And
then using a timer, some photos showing you naked in bed with her, rubbing
your dick on her face! I see the drugs I gave you, worked just fine. My, my,
she is a beautiful woman. Good enough to fuck, Yeah?”
Kyle shook with terror as the monstrous teacher examined the photos. He
shuddered at the memory of having to strip naked and crawl into bed with his
own mother. True she was unconscious, but he was fully aware of what he had
done. Now he was unable to even look at her when he talked to her, and she
couldn’t understand why.
“Look how fat your cock looks lying across her face! Very pretty. But
us and position in the school. He had been the pride of the high school.
Now, no one even spoke to him. And to be benched during a big game, meant
that the coach no longer respected and trusted him.
Well, Kyle was something of a physical and mental wreck from his daily
sessions with Mr. Hinkle, not to mention the even more strenuous longer
weekend sessions.
“Here, lift your face up, Cuntboy, my Schwantz is leaking!” Kyle lifted
up his cute seventeen year old face, and Mr. Hinkle wiped his dick leak on
the boy’s nose and lips.
‘You Fucking Dick Hole! Leave the spoon up your ass, and crawl over and
bring me back the homework I assigned you!”
The “homework” was as perverted and obscene as the teacher! Kyle crawled
over to his bookbag in the corner and came back with some eight by ten
photos he had created on the printer of his computer. As he had to crawl, he
carried the photos in his mouth between his teeth.
‘I thought about having your teeth pulled so you could give a better
cocksuck, but you see your teeth still come in handy. Although I suppose, we
could make a decent dental plate for you. Let me see how you did on your
homework! Did you accomplish your task?”
Kyle let out a sob, even thinking of the homework assigment. What a
nightmare it had been. Drugging his own mother had been the worst part in
may ways.
“Now let me see!” Mr. Hinkle took the photos. “Your assignment was to
get totally naked photos of your mother, showing her pussy in close up! And
then using a timer, some photos showing you naked in bed with her, rubbing
your dick on her face! I see the drugs I gave you, worked just fine. My, my,
she is a beautiful woman. Good enough to fuck, Yeah?”
Kyle shook with terror as the monstrous teacher examined the photos. He
shuddered at the memory of having to strip naked and crawl into bed with his
own mother. True she was unconscious, but he was fully aware of what he had
done. Now he was unable to even look at her when he talked to her, and she
couldn’t understand why.
“Look how fat your cock looks lying across her face! Very pretty. But
why are there no photos of your dick hard? NO, no, this will not do! You
should have and erection in these photos. A nice hard teenage dick rubbing
on your mother’s face.”
“Please, Sir, I couldn’t get hard, it’s my own mother. I just couldn’t!”
Mr. Hinkle grabbed a thick belt and brought it down on the boy’s naked
back. Kyle fell to the cold cement.
“Fucking loser! Do you want to graduate or not? Do you want to go to
college or not?”
“Yes...yes, Sir!” the boy sobbed, tears running down his cheeks.
“Then you will comeplete your assignments! Now you will have to repeat
this session with your drugged mother! And this time I want to see your cock
hard and leaking! And to punish you for not doing your job...this time, I
want to see a nice full photo of you shoving your cock into your mother’s
mouth!”
should have and erection in these photos. A nice hard teenage dick rubbing
on your mother’s face.”
“Please, Sir, I couldn’t get hard, it’s my own mother. I just couldn’t!”
Mr. Hinkle grabbed a thick belt and brought it down on the boy’s naked
back. Kyle fell to the cold cement.
“Fucking loser! Do you want to graduate or not? Do you want to go to
college or not?”
“Yes...yes, Sir!” the boy sobbed, tears running down his cheeks.
“Then you will comeplete your assignments! Now you will have to repeat
this session with your drugged mother! And this time I want to see your cock
hard and leaking! And to punish you for not doing your job...this time, I
want to see a nice full photo of you shoving your cock into your mother’s
mouth!”
“Oh God, No!” Kyle gasped.
“Oh, don’t be such a fucking sissy! Lot’s of high school boys your age
fuck their mothers. The husband is gone, or not interested any more, the
mother is horny and lonely, she looks every day at her muscular handsome
son, and the son is fifteen or sixteen and needs to fuck all the time. It is
only natural. You are just a fucking coward, Kyle. Don’t you think your
mother craves your big teenage dick? She knows you fuck the girls you date.
Sorry, the girls you dated...no more of that nonsense, eh? But your poor
cunt of a mother is unconscious in these photos, so she cannot even enjoy
her own boy’s fuckmeat! Too bad! I want some nice photos of your dick in
her mouth! Your hard, dripping dick! Do you understand?” He smacked the belt
down over and over on the kid’s naked back, leaving red welts. Kyle screamed
in pain.
“On your back, you useless piece of Shit!” Kyle rolled over on his back,
the spoon still sticking from his teenage asshole.
“Knees up to your chest, spread your legs!” Kyle obeyed, and Mr. Hinkle
raised his arm and brought the thick leather belt down right on the boy’s
thick dick and fat scrotum!
It’s a good thing the basement was soundproof.
“Quickly show me how much you love my dick, and I may not strike you
again.”
The teenager scrambled to his knees and opened his mouth. He engulfed
the bloated dripping dick of his German teacher.He could taste the filth
from under the German’s foreskin. He could taste the accumulated dick crud
and the fresh leaking pre-fuck. Kyle was straight. There was nothing gay
about him, but recently he had sucked dick almost every day. Now he slurped
at the fat Prussion prick noisily. He knew Mr. Hinkle loved it when he made
a pig of himself and slobbered over the dick. He took long noisy sucks and
then pulled back and let the prick slip out of his mouth and wetly slap his
face. He lunged at the nuts, lapping at them like an animal. He lifted each
ball on his tongue, and moaned with passion and ecstasy. Then he sucked on
the man’s pubic hair. Then he plunged his face down on the rampant dick once
again, this time taking it down his throat as he had been taught to do.
“Reach back and fuck the spoon in and out of your ass while you suck me.
Show me how much my dick turns you on.”
Suddenly Mr. Hinkle hopped up onto a sofa in the corner of the cellar
decorated rather like a rec-room. He stood there on the sofa, all
professorial. He even had a neck tie grossly hanging around his fat neck.
Otherwise he was totally bare assed, with his fuckmeat leaking from under
his fat belly.
“Hurry, little Cuntboy...crawl over and gobble my dick! Hurry up,
Fuckface!”
Kyle scrambled across the room, his tongue hanging out of his teenage
mouth as he had been taught to do. This was all part of the perverse game.
He had been taught to crawl like a dog, tongue out, panting after Mr.
Hinkle’s dick.
“That’s it, my little Fuckpuppy. You know what you want, don’t you? You
want my German Prick! You want my sweaty cum filled nuts! You want to lick
and suck my asshole, don’t you?
There was nothing worse than having to lick and suck Mr. Hinkle’s asshole.
His ass cheeks were fat and flabby, and the sour smell from between them was
nauseating. Also he loved to blow farts into Kyle’s face as the boy licked
Quickly show me how much you love my dick, and I may not strike you
again.”
The teenager scrambled to his knees and opened his mouth. He engulfed
the bloated dripping dick of his German teacher.He could taste the filth
from under the German’s foreskin. He could taste the accumulated dick crud
and the fresh leaking pre-fuck. Kyle was straight. There was nothing gay
about him, but recently he had sucked dick almost every day. Now he slurped
at the fat Prussion prick noisily. He knew Mr. Hinkle loved it when he made
a pig of himself and slobbered over the dick. He took long noisy sucks and
then pulled back and let the prick slip out of his mouth and wetly slap his
face. He lunged at the nuts, lapping at them like an animal. He lifted each
ball on his tongue, and moaned with passion and ecstasy. Then he sucked on
the man’s pubic hair. Then he plunged his face down on the rampant dick once
again, this time taking it down his throat as he had been taught to do.
“Reach back and fuck the spoon in and out of your ass while you suck me.
Show me how much my dick turns you on.”
Suddenly Mr. Hinkle hopped up onto a sofa in the corner of the cellar
decorated rather like a rec-room. He stood there on the sofa, all
professorial. He even had a neck tie grossly hanging around his fat neck.
Otherwise he was totally bare assed, with his fuckmeat leaking from under
his fat belly.
“Hurry, little Cuntboy...crawl over and gobble my dick! Hurry up,
Fuckface!”
Kyle scrambled across the room, his tongue hanging out of his teenage
mouth as he had been taught to do. This was all part of the perverse game.
He had been taught to crawl like a dog, tongue out, panting after Mr.
Hinkle’s dick.
“That’s it, my little Fuckpuppy. You know what you want, don’t you? You
want my German Prick! You want my sweaty cum filled nuts! You want to lick
and suck my asshole, don’t you?
There was nothing worse than having to lick and suck Mr. Hinkle’s asshole.
His ass cheeks were fat and flabby, and the sour smell from between them was
nauseating. Also he loved to blow farts into Kyle’s face as the boy licked
at the brown rectum!
How could Kyle put up with this? Why would Kyle put up with this? He knew
his entire future was at stake. He wanted so to play sports...to go to a
good school. Too make it in life. He didn’t see any option.
Mr. Hinkle lifted one foot and placed it on the back of the soft top.
This opened up his ass a bit. His balls swung ugly and hairy.
“Come on, Fuckdump get your face down under my balls and lick me good. For
lunch today I have prepared for you a nice Cum and snot sandwich and I will
give you a nice tall glass of fresh piss! And then all afternoon, I am
going to fuck your ass, not only with my schwantz, but with many things! I
even bought a loaf of french bread. I will fuck your ass with that until it
is soggy, and then you can eat it for dinner. In the evening, you will make
a nice masturbation and ass fucking video for me that I will send to my
friends over the internet. You will sit and bounce on a twelve inch dildo
while you masturbate your pathetic prick! Then every few minutes, you will
rise up off the dildo and lick your ass scum off of it! That should make a
fun video, don’t you think? You will end by jerking off over the photo of
your own mother and shooting your cum onto the photo. Then you will lick the
cum off the photo, and then piss on the photo until it is soggy, and then
you will eat the piss soaked photo. Tomorrow, I am going to stick thumb
tacks in your feet and have you dance for me. I will send you home early
tonight, so you can get those new photos of your cunt mother for me. And if
the photos of you with your dick in your mouth are not good enough, I swear
to God, I will make you bring me some of you fucking her! I may do that
anyway, so you had better be a good little Shit!
Kyle cried as he sucked on Mr. Hinkle’s smelly ass. He thought of the
beautiful girls he used to date. He thought of the hot pussy he used to
fuck. He thought of the sports teams on which he played and the praise he
got. Could he hold out just a few months? Could he put up with this
unbelievable humiliation, just until he graduated? Some day he would get
revenge, but for now, he had to do what he had to do!
“Shove your tongue way up my asshole and wiggle it around!” Mr. Hinkle
barked, bending over slightly so his ass would open up more to the boy’s
How could Kyle put up with this? Why would Kyle put up with this? He knew
his entire future was at stake. He wanted so to play sports...to go to a
good school. Too make it in life. He didn’t see any option.
Mr. Hinkle lifted one foot and placed it on the back of the soft top.
This opened up his ass a bit. His balls swung ugly and hairy.
“Come on, Fuckdump get your face down under my balls and lick me good. For
lunch today I have prepared for you a nice Cum and snot sandwich and I will
give you a nice tall glass of fresh piss! And then all afternoon, I am
going to fuck your ass, not only with my schwantz, but with many things! I
even bought a loaf of french bread. I will fuck your ass with that until it
is soggy, and then you can eat it for dinner. In the evening, you will make
a nice masturbation and ass fucking video for me that I will send to my
friends over the internet. You will sit and bounce on a twelve inch dildo
while you masturbate your pathetic prick! Then every few minutes, you will
rise up off the dildo and lick your ass scum off of it! That should make a
fun video, don’t you think? You will end by jerking off over the photo of
your own mother and shooting your cum onto the photo. Then you will lick the
cum off the photo, and then piss on the photo until it is soggy, and then
you will eat the piss soaked photo. Tomorrow, I am going to stick thumb
tacks in your feet and have you dance for me. I will send you home early
tonight, so you can get those new photos of your cunt mother for me. And if
the photos of you with your dick in your mouth are not good enough, I swear
to God, I will make you bring me some of you fucking her! I may do that
anyway, so you had better be a good little Shit!
Kyle cried as he sucked on Mr. Hinkle’s smelly ass. He thought of the
beautiful girls he used to date. He thought of the hot pussy he used to
fuck. He thought of the sports teams on which he played and the praise he
got. Could he hold out just a few months? Could he put up with this
unbelievable humiliation, just until he graduated? Some day he would get
revenge, but for now, he had to do what he had to do!
“Shove your tongue way up my asshole and wiggle it around!” Mr. Hinkle
barked, bending over slightly so his ass would open up more to the boy’s
ministering.
“Oh fuck, I am going to shoot!” Mr. Hinkle pulled away from Kyle and
turned on the couch, so he could blast his hot fuckslop all over the boy’s
face. After he finished spurting, he would scoop up the cum with his spongy
dickhead and make the boy eat it! Then he would slap the boy’s face with his
dick. He loved to do that. Mr. Hinkle could smell the stink from his sweaty
armpits and reminded himself to make Kyle lick his armpits clean. It was so
much more fun than showering.
“Oh fuck, I am going to shoot!” Mr. Hinkle pulled away from Kyle and
turned on the couch, so he could blast his hot fuckslop all over the boy’s
face. After he finished spurting, he would scoop up the cum with his spongy
dickhead and make the boy eat it! Then he would slap the boy’s face with his
dick. He loved to do that. Mr. Hinkle could smell the stink from his sweaty
armpits and reminded himself to make Kyle lick his armpits clean. It was so
much more fun than showering.
Was there no hope for poor handsome young Kyle?
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