Date: Sat, 7 Jul 2007 15:38:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Smith <enslaved2str8@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bred by Matt -- Chapter 3

Matt was filled with both rage and lust as he slapped the queer teenage
sailor down onto the hard steel floor of the ship.  The heat in the small
utility room had become intense and seemed to drive the young stud's libido
and anger into overdrive, coming together in a tremendous feeling of sexual
aggressiveness that ran throughout Matt's mind and body.  The young stud
had never felt so horny and angry before.  Something about the heat and the
situation was releasing intense feelings in the powerful young man.
Standing above the slight teenage queer he had just knocked to the floor,
Matt felt like the master of the universe.  The large, thick monster
trapped beneath the muscular sailor's jockstrap pulsed wildly and Matt knew
the angry creature demanded to be freed from its tight cotton prison in
order to punish the faggot on the floor who had taken improper liberties
with Matt's strong, beautiful body.

Before he started going steady with his girlfriend as a high school senior,
Matt had fucked a succession of pretty, big-breasted girls at school,
including more than his fair share of cheerleaders.  Tall, handsome and
muscular, Matt had no trouble getting his hard cock into a variety of tight
pussy.  Girls were naturally attracted to the young stud and no doubt hoped
that a romantic connection might result.  Matt and his cock, however, had
no such ideas.  His large, thick teenage cock was perpetually hard and
simply wanted to get into tight, juicy pussy, preferably attached to a pair
of large breasts.

The confident young man had even fucked one of his female high school
teachers once.  Like all straight women, the married 24-year-old teacher
felt a strong attraction to the masculine, beautiful teenage boy.  She had
never fooled around with a student before, but there was something special
about this young man.  Like a moth to flame, she found herself asking him
to stop by her classroom after his baseball practice at the end of the day.
By instinct, Matt naturally knew when a bitch was eager to get into his
pants.  He had never fucked an older woman, but had zero qualms about the
possibility.  He had the sexual confidence of a much older guy and in fact
liked the idea of an older bitch needing him inside her.  Throughout
baseball practice that afternoon, Matt's cock was hard and leaky underneath
his jockstrap.  He felt very horny anticipating his encounter with the
teacher-bitch.

After practice, Matt showered, dressed in his white t-shirt and blue jeans,
and reported to the classroom.  Sitting in a chair next to his teacher's
desk, Matt watched as the nervous whore tried to make small talk.  All the
while, the bitch's eyes kept darting down to the very packed crotch of
Matt's jeans.  Something about having this married older woman so obviously
caught up in his sexual energy made Matt very turned on.  The bitch no
doubt was getting some cock at home.  Further, she surely realized that she
could get into some very serious trouble fucking around with one of her
underage students.  Still, the whore couldn't help herself.  She needed to
open herself to the young stud's confident sexuality, whatever the
consequences.  This realization made Matt's cock throb strongly and want to
take what was naturally its to claim.

The bitch was pretty, although Matt had fucked plenty of girls having much
bigger tits.  (Matt sometimes liked to cum with his hard tool fucking
between a girl's big breasts.  He would hold the cunt's tits together
tightly as he worked his precum-slick cock between them.  Something about
taking control of a girl's big breasts and using them as a masturbatory
device made the teenager super hard and horny.  The girl would be required
to lie there passively as the young stud pushed her breasts together
painfully and stroked his cock between them.  It never took long before the
groaning stud's big tool erupted, coating the passive bitch's chin and
chest with a massive load of his hot teen spooge.)

"What do you want?"  Matt's casually uttered words interrupted his
teacher's nervous ramblings mid-sentence.

The older woman just looked into the boy's hard but beautiful brown eyes.
She was unable to utter a further word or articulate her womanly craving
for the powerful, magnetic teenage boy seated before her.  Like any natural
predator, Matt knew this whore was his for the taking.  Only unlike other
predators, the young man didn't need to make any effort to capture his
prey.  Instead, they instinctively sought him out!

Matt consciously let a few more uncomfortable moments pass between them
before telling the older woman matter-of-factly, "Why don't you get down on
your knees and show me what you need?"

He was pleased to see that the teacher-whore did not hesitate to kneel
between his muscular legs and begin unbuttoning his jeans.  The bitch had
considerable difficulty extracting Matt's large, hard cock from his jeans
and boxers.  As she stared at it, the young stud knew from experience that
his teacher was taken aback by his size and entranced by the salty, sweet
smell of his precum.

"Lick it," Matt casually instructed the whore kneeling between his
now-spread legs.  "Lick it for me."

The bitch began tentatively licking at the leaky mushroom head of the young
stud's cock.

Grunting and impatient for more, Matt told her to begin sucking it.

The bitch seemed to be an inexperienced cocksucker and was reluctant to
take much of his big cock into her face.

Matt felt himself getting angry.  He hated it when a whore came onto him,
but then refused to put out like she should.

The young stud placed his strong hands on the back of the bitch's head and
gently began pulling her face down onto his rockhard cock.

As his large tool began to penetrate the bitch's face, she began to pull
her head away.

Now pissed off, Matt gripped the whore's hair extremely tightly in his two
hands and forced her head back down onto his hard cock.

The bitch struggled as Matt methodically pushed her down onto his teenage
tool.  As the large mushroom head of his cock reached the entrance to her
throat, the whore began gagging and almost threw up on the young stud's
demanding piece.

Anger now raged through Matt.  Nothing made the young stud madder than a
bitch who started something that she wouldn't finish.  As long as a whore
voluntarily took what Matt wanted to dish out, he was happy to use her
without force.  It was completely unacceptable to him, however, for a bitch
to come on to him and then refuse him anything he wanted.  That was against
the natural order of the Universe.  Even at his tender age, Matt knew he
had the power to control people.  Usually he could get exactly what he
wanted through charm or persuasion.  Nature, though, had also given him
physical power and he wasn't reluctant to use it on those few occasions
when it was necessary to secure what he wanted.

This had become such an occasion.  He knew this whore would not be in any
position to report to authorities anything he wanted to do to her.  That
made achieving her compliance with his sexual demands much easier.

Matt pushed the bitch's coughing head away from his crotch and rose from
his chair.

"Lean against your desk."

"Look, Matt.  I think you need to go now.  I never should have asked in
here."

"Cunt.  Listen to me very carefully.  You will lean against your fuckin'
desk -- and you will fuckin' do it right now!"

For the first time, the teacher-bitch was afraid of Matt.  Looking into his
angry eyes, she realized that she needed to do exactly as the young man
instructed her.

She nervously backed up against her desk as Matt walked forward with his
hard angry cock jutting out of his opened jeans.

Over the next hour, Matt methodically punished the bitch by forcing himself
into both her juicy pussy and her incredibly tight and dry asshole.
Ignoring her cries of pain, he fucked the whore violently until he dumped
separate huge loads of teen spunk into each of her painfully stretched
holes.  He left her crying and exhausted still pushed against her desk,
with spooge slowly dripping out of her cunt and ass.

The next day in her class, Matt could tell the bitch felt humiliated to be
in his presence.  She was obviously having some difficulty walking from the
violent fucks he had put to her the afternoon before.  Matt chuckled to
himself as he sat in her class.  Mortified by having come onto the young
man and then being punish-fucked for her failure to accept the stud's huge
cock into her throat, the bitch couldn't look the young stud directly in
the eyes.  Amused at her discomfort, Matt, who rarely spoke up during
class, repeatedly asked his teacher questions about the course material.
Each time, the bitch would avoid eye contact with him, answering his
questions while looking at the classroom floor or ceiling.  The other
students in the classroom could tell something very strange was going on,
but didn't know what.

Something about the humiliation he had delivered to this whore -- who,
after all, was supposed to be educating him in the ways of the world --
made Matt incredibly turned on.  The young stud's cock throbbed and leaked
precum into his boxer shorts as he stared contemptuously at the embarrassed
teacher and recalled how his super-hard cock had aggressively opened the
bitch's protesting holes and dumped its hot spooge inside her.

The instant the class ending bell rang, the whore rocketed out of the
classroom, humiliated and obviously still in pain.  Feeling intensely
horny, Matt walked straight into the closest boys room.  Taking a seat in
last toilet stall, he released his hard leaking cock and very full balls
from his jeans and boxers.  Groaning quietly, he quickly whacked out two
huge loads of hot cum in a row onto the cement floor of the stall.
Temporarily relieved, he stuffed his half-hard cock back into his pants.
Opening the stall door, Matt encountered a younger boy standing frozen
right outside the toilet stall.  Matt immediately recognized him as the kid
who hands out towels to the ball players after practice.  Matt knew the
slight kid was queer from the way he couldn't keep his eyes off him and his
buddies when they undressed in the lockerroom.  The kid looked like he was
about to have a stroke.  Glancing down, Matt saw the boy's little dick was
rigid in his pants.  Matt looked up into the kid's face with a smile.
"Hey, little faggot.  I left something for you on the floor in there.
Don't let it go to waste.  You understand me, queerboy?"  Not waiting for a
response, Matt chuckled and headed for the restroom door.  Matt knew that
as soon as he exited the restroom, the pathetic queer would be down on his
knees in the toilet stall licking up Matt's still-warm spooge from the
cold, urine-splashed cement floor.  That thought made the young stud's cock
fully regain its hardness as he walked to his next class.

To be continued. . . .