Date: Mon, 09 Nov 2015 14:18:33 +0000
From: "george Robinson (via Google Docs)" <gar7028@gmail.com>
Subject: A Very Compliant teacher..ch1

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                        A very compliant Teacher


				 Chapter 1


John Daley was your normal 15 year old boy but with a very devious outlook
on life. He was the sort of boy that would find a way of getting anything
he wanted regardless of anybody's feels or sensibilities.  He was really
good looking, a bright, lad, swift of mind and determined in everything he
did, and these attributes were always well employed.

John was gay and had come out a year previous. His friends had not only
accepted his brave decision to announce to the world that he preferred boys
rather that girls, they admired his honesty. "I say what I mean and mean
what I say" he would tell people.

One Saturday morning, while browsing in the local mall with a bunch of his
mates, John saw a pair of trainers that he knew he simply that to have. He
entered the shop and made a beeline for the trainers.  Within seconds, his
joyous smile had evaporated into a very disappointed look.  Staring at the
price ticket he mumbled " £125.00...fuck..fuck..fuck...there's no way
mum can afford that".  A few moments later he looked at his mates, joyous
smile having returned, and simply stated "but I know who fucking can".  His
mates, intrigued by such a simply statement, asked him who that would be.
John, with a twinkle in his eye replied " Give me a little time and you
will see for yourself who it will be".

On Monday morning John made sure that he was late for catching the bus to
school. It was at times like this that one of his teachers, who just
happened to live next door to John would stop and offer John a lift to
school. " Thanks heaps Mr Garrow...slept in...I was finishing my homework
till 11.00 last night". " Only too pleased to help John" replied Mr
Garrow. " You really need to get your homework done before you do anything
else, but at least it's done now."  John was now early for school thanks to
this fortuitous, planned, lift. and now was the best time to put his core
plan into action.  He walked with his 35 year old teacher to the classroom,
explaining that he needed advice of a personal nature.  As they entered the
classroom John when straight to the back of the class where he usually sat,
and deposited his bag on his desk. He fiddled inside it for a short while
and taking note that the teacher was sorting through his briefcase which
was on a cabinet top just behind his chair, John quickly stripped he
clothes off and approached Mr Garrow.  He gently tapped the teacher on the
shoulder saying at the same time "Sir that problem of mine" Mr Garrow
turned to face John and with a great intake of air and a look of pure
horror, he exclaimed " why are you naked in my classroom boy" John
immediately launched into his planned response " its my problem sir...well
I think it's a problem sir..I think I have a lump on my testicles and
thought of you because you have always showed concern for all the
students...you're a teacher we can all trust...so please sir will you feel
around my tesicles to see if there is indeed a lump" " Your naked
boy...This is most inappropriate...you do not have to be naked to search
for lumps on your testicles" "Sorry Sir I didn't know" with false tears in
his eyes...."I thought it was the normal thing to do in these
circumstances" John's acting skills were really very good.  ".well seeing
that you look so concerned...let me see"...replied the teacher.  The
teacher reached down cupping John's balls in his hand and feeling around
while looking at the ceiling. " well I can't feel anything untoward John so
you can get dressed" " but sir" exclaimed john " I've looked in a mirror
and if you look really close you can see a lump just there" pointing to a
specific spot just under his scrotum.  Mr Garrow when down on one knee and
looking really close, with John's hardening cock only inches above the
teacher's face, proclaimed that there was nothing there and that John
should get dressed and wait in the corridor with his mates.  John headed
for his desk, fiddled in his bag for a few seconds and then got dressed and
left the teacher alone.  His mates were indeed waiting a short distance
away and seeing John emerge from a classroom, asked "what the fuck were you
doing in a classroom at this time in the morning".  With a major smug grin
on his face he replied "Making arrangements to get those trainers" " what
the fuck are you talking about exclaimed one of his mates" "wait and all
will become clear" was John's reply.

That evening,John spent a lot of time in his darkroom.  John's

hobby was photography.  He was very good at it. His parents had bought him
a really good camera a few years earlier, and he now got accessories for
the camera at Christmas time. His dad had partitioned one corner of his
room to create a darkroom where John developed his photos.  By 10pm, John
was lying on his bed, stark naked and fully erect and vigorously wanking
his 7 inch cock while looking at his new photos.  The image that excited
him and the one that would get him his trainers was one of him, naked, with
his teacher on one knee with his mouth only millimetres from his ballsack.
Even though nothing sexual had taken place, the evidence told a different,
but totally false, story.  The impression was unmistakable...A teacher
giving a student,a naked student ,a blowjob right there in the classroom.
That night, John couldn't sleep, anticipating the look of Garrow's face
when he presented the photograph(s).  Morning finally came and John, once
again, waited for the teacher to come by in his car.  John waved him down,
thanking him for stopping. Just a few minutes into the journey John said to
Garrow.  "Can you pull over here, there's something very urgent that you
should know" Sheer curiosity had Garrow pulling into the side of the road.
"what's so urgent that it can't wait till we are at school" asked Garrow.
At that precise moment, John gave the teacher the photo.

To John's undisguised pleasure, the photo had the desired effect.  This
teacher's absolute shock,horror, tapered with his inability to speak was
more that evident.  " well cuntface" screamed John.  "haven't you got
anything to say...cat got your fucking tongue...well listen and listen
good.  Yesterday,while you were checking for lumps on my fucking balls,
there were none by the way, it was just a ruse to get your mouth close to
my tackle. You were so naive that my plan worked better that I ever
dreamt. You had your mouth wide open as you concentrated on peering at a 15
year old nuts. while looking for imaginary lumps.  What sort of fucking
prick you are.....  My camera, in my bag was taking photos every 6 seconds.
worked brilliantly..It's got so many functions I havn't really tried them
all yet, but you can and I did set the timed for 2 minutes and then to take
a photo every 6 seconds...I knew I'd get at least one good shot...right!.
" why are you doing this John...What have I ever done to you to deserve
this" asked Garrow."  " Well, cuntface you have what I need...FUCKING MONEY
..."  exclaimed John.  " So it's plain simple disgusting blackmail"
retorted Garrow. " and what if I refuse to let you blackmail me you little
shit". John looked with a stern face and said " Well... I take the photos
to the cops, give them a story and you go to fucking jail as a pedophile.
I can try again on another teacher at some later date....  Oh and you need
to know that if you try to harm me in any way, I have left evidence, false
evidence granted,but plausible evidence for my parents and the cops.. ...
I've been pretty careful to make sure you go fucking down if you don't
compile with my orders" "There's no way I'm allowing you to blackmail me so
go and do your worst you disgusting little shit" exploded the teacher. John
said nothing until he had exited the car. He simply said, with no
expression on his face " Will you tell the principle that I'm going to the
cop shop to report a sexual assault on my person by a teacher and I'll be
too upset to study today.  He then started to walk away in the direction of
the town centre.  Garrow was seriously unnerved by this action and pulled
alongside of John. He lowered his passenger window, and while still moving
at John's walking pace spoke to John. "John get back in the car and let's
talk...Please John" John instinctively knew that Garrow had caved in and
that his plan had worked in spectacular fashion.  He climbed into the car
and instantly screamed at Garrow " Just put me to the fucking test one more
time you pathetic little prick and you will go to fucking jail!!!!!....and
don't ever call me a little shit again.!!!!!..now apologize for called me
that!!!! " Garrow, stunned at this outburst and realizing that John was
indeed serious said to John " John I am really sorry for calling you a
little shit...please forgive me" John looked at him with an air of
confidence and victorious content, and slapped Garrow, with a great deal of
force, across his face leaving a red hand print.  " Don't you ever
displease me again you fucking cunt!!!!....Oh that photo you have has a
timeline of about 1 year. If the cops were to look at it closely after
that...well let's just say I'll be taking care of that in due course. So I
could go to the cops at anytime in the next year and tell them that it had
just happened...  What's your first name " Garrow answered with a sense of
urgency " Charles" Right Charlie boy now phone the school and tell them
that you are unwell and won't be in today and that John Daley's parents had
asked you to report him in sick.  Garrow immediately retrieved his phone
for his pocket and phoned the school. When he'd finished, John demanded the
phone saying " I need your phone number....oh we are going to have fun at
the mall" He then, using Garrow's phone, dialed his own number " There, now
I can save that and you will be at my beck and call for fucking life
shitface..now point this fucking car towards the mall and let's go get
those fucking trainers...hope you got plenty on your cards Charlie boy". It
didn't take long to get to the mall because John was screaming at Charles
to put his fucking foot down and if he got caught that's his hard fucking
luck.  When they got to the mall, they headed for the shoe shop.  "Right
cuntface...that's the trainers I want...size7...now go fucking get them and
be quick about it". bellowed John, not concerned at Charles's embarrassment
at being spoken to like that by a young lad.  The incident had been noted
by several shoppers to Charles's acute embarrassment, Minutes later Charles
emerged carrying the goods in a plastic bag.  " OK cuntface take care of my
trainers and you can buy me brunch at macs' retorted John. They entered
Macdonnells where John ordered a big mac, french fries and a large coke.  "
you can get a coffee for yourself if you wish" said John in a rather
sarcastic tone but nothing to eat...I don't want to see your fucking mouth
moving...do you understand cuntface".  John sat enjoying his meal while
Charles remained silent so not to annoy John.  After half an hour, John
announced that he was finished and that they would head for home.  When
they got to Charles's car, John grabbed the keys and ordered Charles into
the passenger seat.  Charles started to protest but was quickly subdued
when John bellowed at him once more " You could always get fucking naked
right now!!!! or you could get in the passenger's seat right now. Charles
loved his s.u.v and cared for it as though it was his baby. Car wash every
week, never missed a service and always securely locked in the garage at
night.  John just wanted to have fun, so he drove to a dirt track where he
and his friends would to watch others driving their suv's in all sorts of
crazy manners.  Charles asked him where he was going but John just stopped
the car, walked around to the passenger side, opened the door and ordered
Charles out.  He immediately exited the vehicle only to be ordered,yet
again, to drop his pants and underwear. He was about to refuse when John
simply screamed at him. " I've told you once and will not tell you
again!!!...Dont. fucking test me or you're going to fucking prison
cuntface...Now fuck drop your fucking pants and knickers NOW!!!!!!.
Charles immediately complied dropping his pants and underwear there and
then in the full glare of any passerby, he was ordered to put his hands on
the back of his head and without warning, John, with all the strength he
could muster, brought his right foot up squarely engaging with Charles
balls.  He dropped like a stone, fighting for breath,face wracked in pain
and lying on the ground "Now get back in the fucking car cuntface and
understand this!!!......I will do anything I want with you or your fucking
car at anytime or anyplace and with any body...your fucking choice is
simply...comply with each and every demand or go to prison as a
pedo!!!!!!!" steamed John.  Charles lowered his head experiencing the
reality that his life belonged to a 15 year old kid and that such a reality
was not going to change anytime soon.

They arrived at the dirt track in no time. Charles gazed at this well used
track and worried about his beloved vehicle. He had taken such care in
choosing it. It was metallic white, chrome wheels and every accessory
imaginable and now some 15 year old kid was going to abuse it just as he
had been abused with insult and financial blackmail.  John rammed the lever
for the 4 wheel drive down hard with the base of his foot causing it to
crunch and grate and then engaging 1st gear, he let rip with the wheels
smoking as they tried to find grip at the extreme exceleration being
imposed. It was only seconds when Charles noticed the speedo read 60
mph. They were traversing hills so steep that Charles had visions of the
car tipping over backwards. No sooner had they reached the top, they shot
over the peak to be facing the downward stretch. This was just as steep and
the rear end of the vehicle trying to pass the front end, John was
struggling to keep it in a straight line.  Without slowing down, they
careered through deep mud trenches, sending mud high into the air, driving
over boulders and side swiping small trees.  John was in ecstasy but
Charles was close to tears. After about an hour of this tortuous course,
John decided it was time to go home. That white SUV now resembled something
from the scrapyard. It was covered in mud, had scrape marks down both sides
and a rather sizable crack in the windscreen, probably caused by flying
stones.

On the way home . John asked Charles if he had beer in his fridge. "No I
don't drink beer" replied Charles. " Then you're going fucking shopping
cuntface, and you are going to stock up on beer, liquor and snacks for the
times I stay at your place.  Charles made no attempt to reply but just sat
there contemplating what other horrors a 15 year old could impose on
him. To date nothing had been of a sexual nature, unless you call getting
your balls caved in with a foot, sexual.  Charles's prayed that this fact
would continue to be the case.  John pulled in next to a minimart and
ordered Charles to buy 2 cases of premier lager, 2 boxes of crisps and
snacks and if he had no whiskey etc, to stock up with that too.  Before
Charles left the vehicle, John grabbed him by the back of his hair, pulling
it real close to his and, in a very threatening voice said " If I find that
you have run out of any liquor I'll pound your fuckin arse with anything I
can find...do you fucking understand cuntface" "Yes John replied Charles.
Minutes later Charles came out of the shop and asked John to pull the boot
release only to be told to put it all on the backseat.  The lager was in
rough wooden cases and Charles express concern about his seats getting
torn.  " do I give fuck if your fucking seats get fucking ripped
Nooooo!....back seat now cuntface and be quick about it. You know
cuntface...while I was waiting outside that shop, something occurred to
me. I have told you... that I could do anything to you,anywhere, with
anybody at anytime ....don't know why I didn't think about this before
now...so apart from being my own personal bank you are you are going to
serve me in so many ways. We are going to have such fun and I'm thinking
about letting some close friends in on it too....So let's start as we mean
to go on.  you can get fucking naked right now so you're ready for anything
I choose to do to you when we reach your place.  Charles looked to be in
shock until John screamed at him as loud as he possibly could only an inch
from his ear.  He rapidly stripped his clothes off and sat still with his
knees together and cupping his cock and balls like some shy little boy. He
was quickly ordered to put his hands behind his head and open his legs wide
so any truck driver could peer down at this naked form. They arrived at
John's house and John told Charles to get a case of beer and a box of
snacks into the house. " can I dress please" begged Charles.  "It's fucking
night time you fucking prick....who the fucks going to see you
naked.... and just like I don't give a fuck about your fucking seats
getting ripped...I don't give a fuck about you being seen naked by your
neighbours....now get the stuff in doors now cuntface!!!!" berated John.
He opened the front door and headed for the couch in the sitting room. He
kicked his trainers off and removed his jeans, put his feet up on the couch
and grabbed the remote for the tv.  He was comfortable with just a top and
boxers on.  He screamed at Charles to bring him 2 beers "Right cunt...I'm
going to watch the fucking game...You are going to wash that pile of
fucking junk on the driveway. Charles moved to get his clothes but was
immediately stopped with john screaming " FUCKING NAKED CUNT!!!!!!"
Charles, knowing it was pointless to object, proceeded to start the task of
washing his beloved car.  He spent 15 minutes washing and hosing the car
down but he could see in the dim light that his pride and joy was badly
scratched.  He when back into the house after storing all the car washing
implements.  " I like you naked" said John as Charles walked into the
sitting room... you look so vulnerable...so pathetic....you are to be naked
all of the time ..except in school, shopping or when I give you permission
to be dressed....Go up stairs and get all your underwear and bag it...you
will then drive to the waste tip and throw it away and do it fucking now
cunt....don't forget FUCKING NAKED!...now fucking go....report back to me
when it's done.....If you put your fucking foot down it should only take 30
minutes....if you're not back here reporting to me in that time I'll spend
tomorrow wrecking your fucking arse.  Charles, fearing the worst, pelted up
the stairs to his room, grabbing a plastic sack on way and ramming all of
his underwear into the sack.  He then jumped into his car and took off like
shit off a stick.  He duly arrived at the tip deposited the sack
unceremoniously onto tip.  Time was short as John had deliberately
miscalculated the length of time time the job would take, but Charles so
wanted to avoid getting his arse wrecked that he raked his engine hard to
the point where he was exceeding the number of revs allowed.  He was in top
gear, his speedo read 140 mph,and it was still pouring rain.  The fact that
it was suicidal to be driving at that speed in these conditions never
entered the terrified man's head, he just had to avoid any punishment.
When he arrived at John's house, he ran to the front door only to be told
that cuntfaced little shits like him had to use the back door and there
were only seconds left.  Charles hurled himself around to the back of the
house, dropped at John's feet and reported that his orders had been carried
out.  " Good" exclaimed John " I know I said I would wreck your arse if you
were late and you're not late...but I am a liar...I'm still going to wreck
your fucking arse but not by beating it....I'll use my fucking cock and
fuck you dry...yes cuntface ..no lube..just my big cock rammed in all the
way DRY!. Life for Charles could get worse or better. He prayed for the
latter but suspected that things could only deteriorate . John carried out
his intended fucking and as he and Charles knew, it caused Charles major
pain.  Not content with that pain, John took on an even more sadistic
stance. " Go to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and bring me the DZ
Nuts Embrocation cream...the high heat one..now fucking move" Charles ran
as best he could and returned in seconds with the aforementioned cream.
John ordered Charles to pull his arse cheeks apart. Charles was pleading
with him not to do what was so obvious, but the pleading only served to
entertain John while he continued to apply the cream deep inside Charles's
arsehole using his fist . Within seconds Charles was in agony,grabbing at
his arse, sticking his fingers up to try to get the cream out." my holes on
fire" screamed Charles " John was in hysterics, rolling on the floor barely
able to breath properly because of the laughter.." There's ice in the
fridge cuntface" he managed to say .  Charles took the ice cubes and
started to ram them up his arse as fast as he could.  Relief was slow but
did eventually come. Charles let an "aaah" escape from his mouth as his
tortured arse went numb " That was fucking great cuntface...now you've made
a mess on the floor with melting ice. You need to get it fucking cleaned up
you lazy bastard... When you've finished that you can get the fuck outside
and get my dad's car washed and polished" " But John...it's 2 am...I
haven't slept since 7am yesterday morning,,, I'm exhausted" winged Charles
John replied with anger in his voice " and I fucking care you lazy fucking
cunt!!!..  Go and wash and polish my dad's car NOW.....if you're too tired
for going to school then you will phone in sick and as I have already told
you we will stay here and i will plan your day...Ooooh will I plan your
day. John had a smile on his face that was pure unadulterated evil.