Date: Thu, 21 Nov 2013 11:02:19 -0500
From: Jack Sone <jacksonetoo@gmail.com>
Subject: Chaperone Becomens a Bitch Chapter 8

Chaperone Becomes a Bitch Chapter 8
by Jack Sone


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..."All right, little dude.  You did great.  After school, meet me at the
new crib.  You're going to love it," Evan said, while he headed toward the
door.  "And have some beer for us Jones."

Josh pulled up his jeans and ran after him.  "See you after school, bitch,"
said the formerly sweet kid.

Chapter 8

I finished out the school day in a way that must have made it obvious to my
students that I was preoccupied.  I couldn't keep my thoughts straight and
I had a perpetual hard on which made me conflicted.  I was feeling the same
combination of excitement and fear that I felt this morning coming to work.
But this time, the excitement of more sex with Josh was overcoming the fear
and was probably what was making my dick so hard.

I got out of the school as quick as possible and stopped to pick up some
beer.  I stressed over what kind because I didn't know what Evan liked.  I
got some Bud and a much more expensive local micro-brewery to cover myself
and hope that it didn't piss him off.

School had been out for about an hour when I made it back to my place. I
put the key in and opened the door.  I saw Evan from the back standing in
front of the couch.  His pants were at his ankles and he was holding his
shirt up.  The unmistakeable rhythm and thrust of fucking was evident.  I
couldn't tell who it was, but someone was sitting on the couch and Evan was
obviously fucking his or her face.  Evan turned around and saw me enter.

"Good job faggot," he said.  "I figured you'd find a way to fuck up buying
some beer."  He turned his face back to focus on the fucking he was giving
the mouth in front of him.  I heard gagging.  Evan put his hand back,
snapped his fingers and said, "Beer me, bitch."  He giggled at himself.

I walked over to hand him a can of Bud and looked down to to see Josh
sitting in the same clothes he wore to school and while he had me blow him
and lick his hairless asshole earlier in the day taking Evan's 7" hard dick
like a champ.

Evan took the beer. "I've been using Josh as my bitch boy since before he
sprouted his first pube, teach. You ain't the first fag I've used."  He
chugged the beer and burped.  He threw the can behind him and grabbed
Josh's head with both hands.  He looked at me while he fucked the boy's
mouth.  I felt sorry for Josh.  He's the other bitch Evan mentioned.  Has
been for a while.  No wonder he was so good at being a dick.  He learned
directly from Evan using him for who knows how long.

"You jealous teach?  You jealous that I got other fags to use?  You know
how tight his pussy is.  You had your tongue up in that shit earlier today.
You want to see a picture?"  Evan stabbed the back of Josh's throat making
Josh gag more as he taunted me with his words.

"Get naked teach," he barked.  "I want to show Josh how much of a fag you
are in those panties."

SHIT!  I fucking forgot to put on the panties this morning.  It's not like
it's a normal thing.  Evan had told me to wear them, but he didn't
specifically say to always wear them.  I guess I was supposed to know.
SHIT!

"Yes Sir," I replied respectfully.  I didn't want this to get any worse.
"May I put the beer in the refrigerator so it's cold for you first Sir?"

"Right after you open another for me princess."  Evan pulled out of Josh,
pulled up his pants, and sat on the couch next to the boy.  Josh had saliva
dripping down his chin.  He reached up to wipe it away, but Evan slapped
his hand down.  "Leave it!" he said.  "I'm going to have the new bitch
clean you off."

I put the beer away and returned to the couch and stood in front.  I was
out of ideas as to how I was going to hide the fact I didn't have on the
panties.  I figured I should just tell him.  Maybe he'd appreciate honesty.

"Sir," I stammered.  "I'm sorry, Sir.  I was getting dressed for work this
morning and I forgot about the panties Sir.  I'm sorry."  I looked down and
braced for what might happen.

Silence.  I waited with my hands behind my back and kept my head bowed.
Josh rustled on the coach uncomfortably.  The poor kid.  Wait... poor me.

"Strip."  Evan had said it so quietly, I barely heard it, but it had an
intensity that scared me.  I got out of my clothes as quickly as possible
taking care to fold them and lay them neatly on the coffee table.  I stood
naked in front of an 18 year old sadist and a 15 year old kid who played
both roles and apparently I was at the bottom of the heap.

Evan turned toward Josh and brushed hair out of his eyes with a tenderness
that surprised me.  "This is why I have to be firm Josh.  Bitches gotta
learn and teach here is going to get taught.  Do you remember when I had to
teach you?"

Josh's face was still covered in spit from the face fucking Evan had given
him.  "He won't learn if you don't teach him Evan."  His voice was so high.

"Lick Josh's face clean bitch.  Lick up his spit with your tongue," said
Evan, still quiet.

I moved to Josh and got down on my knees and started licking his chin as
that was where the most saliva was.  Josh took hold of my head and pushed
it back.  He hocked up a big glob of saliva and spit it right in my face
... and laughed.

"Nice one Josh," said Evan as he grabbed my arm, turned me around and
pulled me over his lap.  I didn't know how strong he was.  He had my ass
right on his lap and my head was close to Josh's leg.  "Keep his mouth busy
boy."  He wasn't talking to me.  He was talking to Josh, who slid over and
unzipped his jeans.  I was going to suck the kid off for the second time in
one day.

Evan slapped my ass.  It didn't hurt, but it surprised me.  "There isn't
any choice when I tell you to do something, bitch." SLAP.  "When I want you
in pretty panties, you wear pretty panties."  SLAP.  They were becoming
harder.  "There is no forgot."  SLAP.  "There is no discussion."  SLAP.
"You just do."  SLAP.

Josh let his 5 incher pop out of his underwear and lifted my head and put
my mouth on over his dick and said in a pretty good Yoda impression, "Do or
do not.  There is no try."

Evan laughed and said, "Except you just do faggot."  SLAP. And then in his
version of Yoda, said, "There is no do not." SLAP.  OK, that one hurt.

Josh held my head down tight.  His whole dick was in my mouth and my nose
was buried in his soft pubic hair.  He smelled of... boy, I guess.  There's
no other way to put it.  It wasn't a bad smell.  He moved my head side to
side and ground up to smash my face.

Evan was slapping hard and quick now.  He hit both ass cheeks.  I could
feel the heat in my ass and each slap... hit.  These were open handed hits.
Each hit seemed to hurt exponentially more than the last.

Josh lifted my head and I gasped for air.  Just as quickly, he spread his
hairless thighs and put my mouth to his balls.  "Lick them clean teach," he
said.

As I licked his balls, I moaned.  They were tasty.  Smooth with the
occasional short hair and I loved the smell.  I was almost mesmerized and
then Evan began telling a story.  "You see teach, you aren't my first
faggot.  I was still in the 6th grade when I first found out I could make a
boy submit.  He was a grade older, and seemed like a nice kid, but I caught
him checking out my pubes in the bathroom.  I developed early.  He didn't
have any, and he was probably just admiring what a man looks like.  But, I
saw it as an opportunity.  I wasn't shy, so I turned to him, shook my dick
at him and said, `Is this what you want to see faggot?'  He claimed he
wasn't, so I helped him out by dragging his faggoty ass into the stall.  He
learned he was a bitch with my 11 year old dick pumping my juice into his
mouth.  Once a boy's got my juice in him, he's forever my bitch.  I learned
then, that I could use fags to my advantage.  I used him all through middle
school.  But I grew tired of the same old mouth, so I expanded my stable of
bitches, didn't I Josh?"  He paused.  Josh was moving my head around his
ball sack and murmured in the affirmative.

Evan continued.  "I found Josh at the park one day about a year ago playing
basketball with his other fag friends.  I wasn't in the mood for breaking
anyone in slowly, so I just took him in the bathroom at the park.  I was
going to just have him suck me off, but I figured his twat must be tight as
hell.  I couldn't help myself, so I just helped my self to it.  I fucked
him, slapped his ass and sent him back to the court with a pussy full of my
man cum.  Josh has been a good bitch.  Does what he's told.  Does it with
enthusiasm.  Takes some pride.  So, I thought I'd reward him back at the
hotel when I first made you suck his dick.  I take care of my bitches."

Josh seemed to be getting off on the story, grinding my head deeper around
his warm, moist balls.  He lifted his ass off the couch and pushed my head
back to his ass.  Like earlier today, I flicked my tongue and began licking
his pucker.

"Eat me, bitch," said Josh.

I heard what sounded like a high five.  Evan was proud of his little faggot
turned tormentor.

Evan had pride in his voice as he continued.  "Josh wants to fuck.  I'm the
only one who's been up his pussy, but now he wants to feel what it's like
to fuck a man into a bitch.  So, congratulations teach.  You're going to be
my bitch's bitch.  That's about as low as you can go."

He began slapping my ass again and brought back the sting and pain.  Evan
spread my cheeks and spit on my pucker.  I felt his finger toy with my
asshole in the same way my tongue was at Josh's hole.  He pushed in, so I
pushed in.  I tried to move away from the invasion as my tongue drove into
Josh's hole.  Josh lifted his legs off the couch and seem to be suspended
in air while my tongue found a spot even deeper than I thought possible.  I
hit a place I never had before.  Evan's finger deep in my ass and my tongue
driven deep into Josh's ass.  Josh was moaning which made me want to please
him more.

I was into it.  I didn't want it to end.  Evan must be able to read my
mind.  Out popped his finger and he pushed me off his lap.  I landed on my
side on the floor at the feet of these two teens.

I looked up.  Evan had a sneer as he looked at me with derision.  Josh was
still leaning back.  His legs were quivering.  A bitch's bitch.  I felt
like dirt.

"I'm going to watch you faggot.  Treat my girl like gold.  You're Josh's
bitch for the rest of the day.  He's going to do any and everything he
wants.  If I don't sense you are going the extra mile, we leave and your
life is over."

Josh said his first words in quite a while.  He seemed to come back to
reality.  "Really?"  That voice - he must be an alto.  "This is going to be
awesome."