Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2012 16:01:50 +0100
From: niftyguy123@hushmail.me
Subject: Willingly Corrputed - 2

**** This is chapter 2 of Willingly Corrupted.  Since I wrote the first
chapter of Willingly Corrupted I've had to change my email address
(formerly niftyguy123@hushmail.com).  Apologies to anyone who tried to
contact me!  New address is niftyguy123@hushmail.me.  I'd love to hear from
anyone who enjoyed this story!  Once again, this is a story of fiction that
represents my own desires rather than anything that actually
happened...even though I might wish it had!***

Looking back, it seems that the relationship between me and Mr McDonald
grew fast.  I pretty quickly learnt that I could just knock at the door of
his study whenever I wanted to.  He never seemed cross or irritated.
Instead, there was a ready smile, a cuddle, and often, too, a kiss on my
cheek or forehead.  Sitting in his room felt so much safer than being with
the other boys, and if he didn't mind - in fact, seemed to welcome it - why
should I resist?

>From my second visit, it was a given that we would sit together on his
sofa, that he would put his arm around me, and that I would let him stroke
my hair and face.  The fact that he seemed so happy when I was there made
me feel good, and helped me to forget how homesick I'd been.

And pretty soon, Brian was letting me know that he was not only happy for
me to go to his room, but that he looked forward to it and wanted our
visits as much as I did.  I remember the first time he pulled me up from
next to him on the sofa and sat me on his lap, facing him with my legs
either side of him.  That was when he started to do what he'd obviously
been wanting to do ever since that first day in the library when he found
me in tears.

I was still wearing shorts, and I can remember the feeling as he slowly ran
his hands over my knees and up my thighs, sliding his hands up the legs of
the shorts...his hands felt warm, and what he was doing with them - where
he was putting them - felt naughty, and scary, and wonderful all at the
same time.  As he was doing that, he looked straight at me, seriously, and
said: "This is good for me, Simon, and I hope you like it too.  It's so
good for me to have you here with me and to feel you like this.  Do you
like this, Simon?"

I mumbled, "Yes, sir, thank you....". I don't know what I really felt then,
at ten years of age, but my memory now is that it was wonderful and I knew
that he wanted me to like it.  It felt more important to me not to
disappoint him or upset him. I didn't want to risk not being able to come
here and get away from the other boys.

His hands slid right into the openings of my shorts, and I could feel his
fingers sliding up under the elastic of my briefs.  Slowly they squirmed
under the openings, until his entire hands were on my crotch...

"Mmmmm, that's lovely....such a good boy.  Thank you for wanting this as
much as me", he said.

By now I know I was hard, my boycock stiff and wet.  Brian pulled one of
his hands back, and placed it over my right hand.  "See what you've done to
me, Simon", he whispered - and guided my hand onto the hardness pushing up
against the waistband of his trousers.  He pushed my hand onto the shaft of
his cock and then, guiding it, made me rub up and down its length.  His
eyes closed, and his head went back. "Oh yes...oh my God" he whispered.
"Good boy, Simon, good boy...keep doing that...that feels wonderful."

I remember the feeling of shock that went through me as I rubbed his cock,
feeling the great warm mass under my hand.  I didn't fully understand what
we were doing, but I knew it felt exciting and sexy.  By now, his hand
under my briefs had found my boycock, and he was squeezing and rubbing it
under my shorts.  His hips under me started to buck upwards...he was slowly
humping upwards, rubbing himself against my thighs and my hand.

He started to groan, quietly, and then louder.  He began to thrust more
stongly with his hips, twisting his head from side to side.  And then he
suddenly pulled himself up, picking me up and turning me around so that I
was flat on my back on the sofa and he was standing over me.  He was
rubbing his crotch with one hand, and with the other he reached down and
groped mine.  Something about him had changed - he was no longer smiling at
me - and for the first time I remember feeling afraid.

 "You're a bad boy, you know, Simon ", he said, frowning at me.  "Look at
what you've done.  I was fine until you arrived, and now you're making me
want boysex again.  You're a little whore, aren't you?  I know your game."

"Please sir", I stammered .... But I didn't know what else to say.  I could
feel tears welling up in my eyes.  What had I done?  I didn't know.  But I
wanted Mr McDonald to smile at me again and tell me what a good boy I was.

 "Well, if that's what you want, you'd better have it", he grunted.  And
with that, he pulled the zip on his trousers down, undid his belt, and
roughly pulled his trousers down around his thighs.  I remember the sight
of him standing there, legs apart, and with his white briefs tenting....I
could see that he was wet.  "Well - come on then you little cockteaser", he
said, and grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me harshly up against his
crotch.  "Go on, you little whore", he muttered, "if you want Daddy's cock,
then have it".

What had happen, I wasn't sure.  I only knew that we had gone from a nice,
warm time with me sitting on his lap, to suddenly feeling that I'd done
something terrible, that I had angered him, and that I must be a bad boy
after all.  I felt tears rolling down my cheeks as he humped his
cock-filled briefs against my mouth.

"Come on, you little cocksucker", he muttered, "if that's what you want,
fucking take it."

I could smell his clock through his briefs, and I could feel the wetness
from his cock as it leaked onto my cheek and lips.  I felt terrified.  I
didn't know what I'd done, and I didn't know what I should do now.  All I
knew was that Mr McDonald was suddenly treating me like I was a naughty,
bad boy who needed punishing.

Then he was rolling his briefs down...his cock sprang out...it looked
massive.  He jerked my head back and shoved his cock in my face, slapping
it hard against my forehead and cheeks.  "Yeah, you little
cocksucker...this is what you wanted all along, isn't it?  Don't think I
don't know your little game...teasing me, sucking on my finger when all the
time what you really want is my cock!"

I looked up at him but said nothing.  I was too terrified about what was
going to happen, and what I'd done to make me deserve it.

"Isn't it?", he snarled. "Tell me this is what you want, Simon, you little
whore, and I might just not have to tell you parents about what a bad boy
you've been."

Crying by now, I managed to mutter, "Yes, sir, this is what I want." the
thought of my parents ever finding out about what I was doing was
terrifying.  They'd never understand, and might even send me away for ever.

"Yeah, too fucking right it is.  Now say it again..."I'm a bad boy and I
want your cock sir"...say it!"

"I'm a bad boy and I want your cock, Sir!", I managed to stammer.

"Yeah....you fucking little cocksucking whore", he groaned, and with that
he grabbed me under my chin, squeezing my jaw open, and pushed the head of
his penis into my mouth.

I immediately recoiled and tried to pull away, but he caught my head and
rammed it back against his crotch.

"Oh no you don't, you little cockteaser...you don't start something and
then not finish it.  You get that mouth open wide so that I can feed you
the cock that you want....DO IT ".  These last words were actually shouted,
the first time I'd ever heard him shout, and I felt a cold shiver of panic
run through me.

I tried to open my mouth again, but his cock was so thick and long that
there was no way I could take it into me all the way.  Instead, he pushed
and thrust his cock again and again into my mouth, holding my head on
either side, stretching my lips wide until they hurt.  "Yeah, take it
Simon...this is what you wanted, I know...open wide for Daddy...be a good
little whore for me."

On and on he thrust.  I could taste his saltiness and his balls were
slapping up under my chin.  I began to lose my sense of what was happening.
All I knew was that he was pushing his mancock into my mouth, that he was
angry with me, and that I wasn't enjoying this any more.  I was crying and
trying to sob, but I couldn't catch my breath...it felt like I was
suffocating.

As suddenly as he'd started, he pulled back and yanked me onto the floor,
pushing me into a kneeling position.  He stood over me, legs wide, cock in
hand, jacking furiously.  I looked up at him, crying and sobbing...and
there was a quick, hot flash of liquid across my face, then another, and
another.  Mr McDonald groaned loudly, thrusting his hips and pulling hard
on his cock.  "Yessss..take it you fucking cocksucking whore", he moaned.
"Nnnnnggggghhhhh!!!".  Then he was rubbing his cock all over my face,
pushing the liquid that had come from it into my eyes and onto my lips.
"Open wide, boy", he said,"come on...open that fucking mouth.". Obediently
I did do, and he immediately pushed his cum coved cock into my mouth.
"Mmmmmm....yeah!", I heard him groan, thrusting his hips one more.  "You
fucking little slut....come on...taste Daddy's cum and tell him this is
what you want."

"I said tell me you love Daddy's cum and you want it", he snarled, when I
remained silent.

"I want Daddy's cum, and I love it." I managed to blurt out, my mouth full
of his cum.  It felt hot, and tasted salty, and it smelt like...like
nothing I could describe.  It dribbled down my chin and swirled around my
tongue.  I could feel it sticking to my lips as I opened my mouth to say
the words he wanted to hear.

"Yeah, you do want it you little horny fucker!". He laughed, and I heard
his tone change.  All of a sudden he sounded friendlier again. I felt his
arms pick me up and hold me up to his chest.  Involuntarily, I swung my
legs around his waist and buried my face into his chest.  What a sight we
must have made....a teacher, half-naked, his cock still dribbling cum, with
a 10 year old boy clinging to him for dear life, and with his face covered
in rivulets of mancum.

I was aware of Brian stroking my back again, murmuring, "It's ok, it's
ok...good boy, good boy".  His hands stroked my bum, and then along my
thighs.  He gently lay me down on the sofa and knelt next to me on the
floor.

"You know I don't mean to scare you, Simon, but you make me so crazy I just
lose control.  I want you all the time.  I think I'm in love with you.  And
I want to have sex with you every day while you're here at school.  You're
a really lovely boy, and I want us to spend a lot of time together...as
much as we can.  I hope you want that too...and that maybe you love me a
bit too?  Do you think you might, Simon?"

Relief flooded through me.  He wasn't angry after all.  Maybe I'd got it
all wrong!  He wasn't angry at all!  He loved me!!!  I felt my tears stop,
and I smiled shyly up at him as he knelt there beside me.

"Yes, I love you too"', I whispered.

"Oh good boy, good boy", he whispered back.  "Come here and let me show you
how much I love you."

And with that, he bent over me and brought his mouth down onto mine, where
his cum still clung wetly to my lips.

"I love you, Simon", he said, just as his lips met mine and I felt his hot,
probing tongue push into my mouth, one more robbing me of my breath.  His
arms slid around me and pulled me close.  I remember feeling that this was
really wonderful, that this man who, a moment ago had seemed so angry with
me, was now holding and kissing me.  I had never been missed like this
before but my lack of experience in this, and other areas, was fast drawing
to a close. I remember that father that day the later of our relationship
was set.  Our sexual encounters would always start with him being gentle
and tender, and then become rough and brutal - sometimes scarily so -
before ending as we'd started, with long, slow kissing, stroking, fondling,
and declarations of mutual love.  After this first encounter with Brian 's
cock, it wasn't long before I encountered it again and was learning how to
give hi the pleasure I so badly wanted to give him.


****Since I wrote the first chapter of Willingly Corrupted I've had to
change my email address. Apologies to anyone who tried to contact me!  New
address is niftyguy123@hushmail.me.  I'd love to hear from anyone who
enjoyed this story!***