Date: Mon, 13 Jul 2009 21:36:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: kablay01@yahoo.com
Subject: Parker's Punishment Part 3

Everything in this story is completely fabricated. Any similarities to real
life are just coincidences, etc.

Here's part 3! Sorry for the long wait, but it's longer than the others!
Thanks again for all the emails everyone, and I hope you like this!


Part 3

     "Mmm, Parker," Quirk moaned, "your ass wants to be full again so
badly," he continued, running his finger along the boy's twitching
ring. "It's red, hot, and craving another brutal fucking."

     Parker now knew that there was a lot more to come, and started to
wonder why he was even in this mess...

* * * Earlier that day * * *

     'Oh, great,' Parker thought as he arrived at room 203. He knocked on
the door and waited.  Parker normally wasn't one to get nervous, but the
fact that he had to spend the next hour of detention in his math classroom
with the person he least wanted to see right now made him sweat a little.

     Then, finally, the door opened.

     "Ohh, so /you're/ the student I have to babysit today," Mr. Quirk
said, staring at the boy.  "Come on in." Quirk stepped aside to allow
Parker entrance, but all the while kept his glare locked on the anxious
teen. Parker was a fair amount shorter than Quirk, so when he passed the
man to take his seat he couldn't help but glance down to Quirk's defined
pecs being hugged by his white, button-up dress shirt. He probably wasn't
wearing anything underneath, either, because Parker could make out faint
points where each nipple would be. Either Quirk was really cold or he was,
for whatever reason, horny. Parker really hoped it was the first one.

     As Parker drifted over to his desk Quirk looked him up and down from
behind. Field hockey must have been doing him well because his firm
bubble-butt was outlined perfectly through his running shorts, even though
they were a bit loose. Quirk guessed that he had just gotten back from
practice because he was wearing those shorts and a tank-top, and his
shaggy, red hair was a little damp from the shower. Field hockey wasn't too
demanding, so Parker had a nice, lean build.

And that was Quirk's favorite kind.

     Once Parker was seated Quirk began to make his way over to the front
of the classroom, intent on making Parker confess.

     "Move to this seat, boy, in front of me," Quirk ordered, and Parker
obeyed. Quirk leaned back against the chalk board on the front wall of the
room, his arms crossed and legs folded, directly facing Parker, who kept
trying to look somewhere else than at his teacher.

     Even while trying to avert his gaze, Parker couldn't help but notice
the prominent bulge in his superior's khaki pants. Parker didn't usually
look at other guys' crotches, but it was just too big not to pay attention
to. 'He must be at least semi-hard,' Parker thought. 'There's no way he
could just be that big! Could I have interrupted him while he was jacking
off...?' But then he quickly realized that he was still staring at Quirk's
package, and when he looked up he saw the man's eyes still staring at him,
waiting for him to speak.

     "I..." Parker started. He was almost too nervous to say it. "I-I'm
sorry...!"

     "What was that?" Quirk asked, pretending not to have heard.

     "I said I'm sorry," Parker repeated.

     "You're sorry what?"

     "You know... Do I have to say it?"

     "Yes, I think I need you to jog my memory." At this point Quirk, now
standing up straight, right in front of Parker's desk, was trying to
embarrass him, and Parker knew it.

     "I'm sorry I e...... ur..... ran..... eed....... se......" Parker
mumbled.

     "Say it louder!" Quirk barked.

     "I'm sorry I egged your car and T.P.'d your house!" the boy finally
blurted.

     "There we go, I remember now," quirk said. "I remember waking up in
the middle of the night from these kids yelling, and looking out the window
to find you and your two buddies fleeing the crime scene." Quirk was now
leaning over Parker, his hands on his student's desk for support.  "It's a
good thing that Peyton's conscience got to him and he confessed, or else
you three would have never had to pay for it."

     "I-I-I'm sorry..." Parker squeaked, his face glistening with sweat.

     "It's okay," Quirk sneered, slinking over to his desk. "Just shut up
for the next hour and there won't be any problems."

     Parker's heart rate was slowing a little; he was glad just to have
gotten it off his chest. It hadn't even been his idea to do what they did,
but the guilt still caught up to him.

     "Want some water?" Quirk asked, changing the subject. "I know you just
got back from field hockey practice, so you must be thirsty."

     "Oh sure, thanks..." Parker replied, confused by the man's sudden
niceness. Quirk went around his desk to his mini-fridge and fumbled through
its contents until he found a bottle of water, and walked back over to
Parker.

     "Here," he said, and set it on his desk. Parker looked up in a
gracious manner, and unscrewed the lid to start drinking.

     "I have to use the restroom, so just stay here and be quite until I
get back," Quirk instructed.

     "Yes, sir," Parker replied, and took a sip of water as his teacher
made his way past Parker's desk and to the door.

     Parker looked at the clock - 4:32. 'Only 48 minutes to go,' he
thought, before laying his head down on the desk. He had suddenly become
very sleepy, but he was too tired to care why. He couldn't keep his eyes
open, and before Parker knew it he had fallen into a deep sleep...

                                                     * * *

     "Parker..." a voice cooed sinisterly, "you can wake up now, Parker..."
And at that Parker's eyes started to flutter. At first he couldn't make out
where he was; all he noticed was that he was unable to open his mouth. He
could also barely move his legs, and his hands were tied behind his
back. He felt a pain down in his private area. His genitals felt like they
were being confined to the smallest space they would possibly fit in. He
also felt someone's big, strong hands on his waste, presumably holding him
upright so he wouldn't fall. Then, as everything started coming into focus,
he laid his eyes on the face of the person in front of him: Mr. Quirk.

     "Good morning, Parker," Quirk taunted. "Have a nice sleep?" Parker
looked around, trying to figure out what was happening.

     "I bet you're wandering why you're here," Quirk continued, letting go
of Parker's waste now that he was awake. "But I think you already know."
Quirk then began to run his hand down his captive's bare, hairless chest,
making him shiver. Parker looked down at the hand touching him only to see
how bad of a predicament he was really in. He was on top of Quirk,
straddling his legs, feet chained to the floor, and wearing a children's
sized jock-strap, completely exposing his ass. The seat his master was
leaving back in was sturdy - probably attached to the ground - and seemed
to be specially designed for doing what Parker hoped would not be happening
tonight.  But what scared Parker the most was the thing closest to him:
Quirk's humongous package. 'He at least has to be a little hard,' Parker
thought, as he stared at Quirk's equipment. It was stuffed inside a black
G-string, which had little ties connecting the string to the pouch holding
Quirk's manhood; it could be opened from the front.

     "I see you've found the main attraction," Quirk said, when he noticed
Parker staring at his cock. "I know, it's big," Quirk smiled. "But it only
gets bigger and better from here." And with that Quirk undid the ties and
exposed his anaconda.

     Parker's eyes widened when he became face-to-penis with Quirk's
monster meat. It was completely soft and at least six inches long. 'Mine's
not even that big when it's totally hard!'  Parker thought.

     "Like it, boy?" Quirk jeered. "You're gonna get real close and
personal with my dick pretty soon." And at that Mr. Quirk slid his hand
over his thigh, grabbed his cock, and started stroking.  Parker was
mesmerized; he couldn't imagine what this man's penis would look like when
it was hard. It made his ass hurt just thinking about it.

     "Have you ever had anything up your hole before?" Quirk asked his
slave. He just shook his head, fear starting to show in eyes.

     "Aww man, then you're gonna scream so loud when I slam my rod inside
you." Quirk wasn't keeping his eyes off of Parker and all the while he had
the same sinister smile on his face.

     "Your ass is gonna be so full with my cock," Quirk said, still sliding
his hand up and down his shaft. "I hope it can take it." Quirk's penis was
almost fully hard now. Parker grew more anxious the bigger it got - it was
probably almost twice as thick as his was, and it wasn't even fully erect
yet.

     "Are you ready, Parker? Are you ready to have your cum-chute ravaged
by your master's steel pole?" Quirk growled. Parker shook his head
violently, even though he knew there was no point.  At that Quirk reached
forward and took hold of the teen's tightly compressed jewels. "Well,
that's too bad," Quirk hissed, and squeezed as hard as he could.

     "MMMMMMMNNNH!" Parker wailed, and tried to shake Quirk off. But his
teacher wouldn't let go Parker was breathing heavily through his nose,
trying to ignore the pain.

     "Aww, what's wrong, Parker?" Quirk mocked. "Can't take a little pain?"
he continued, and managed to squeeze harder.

     "MMMM-HMmn-mmnh!!" Parker cried, eyes watering. Quirk was crushing his
meat so hard that he'd be lucky to ever cum again. But then, after a few
more seconds, he finally let go.  Quirk's dick was finally hard, and
Parker's ass was as ripe as it was empty. The boy looked at the dick in
front of him, which reached well above his belly-button, and then at Quirk,
who just sneered back.

     "You know, boy," Quirk started, grabbing Parker by the waste, "What
you did to me deserves more than just an hour of detention." He started to
lift Parker off of his legs. "The school takes its students' crimes too
lightly. Students don't need to be bored as punishment; they need to be put
in their place." Quirk continued to lift Parker until his asshole was just
sitting on the top of Quirk's cockhead. Parker's chest was pounding - he
couldn't believe this was happening.

     "But at least some freedom's given to teachers to deal out discipline
as they wish." Quirk then pushed Parker down on his shaft, forcing it in.

     "Mmmn! Mmmn!" The boy yelped, as his ring was being spread
wide. Finally the head was in, but Quirk paused for a second and
said,"Parker, now you are going to get the punishment you deserve," and
then shoved Parker down onto the entire length of his cock.


Well, that's the end of part 3. I know there weren't any real sex scenes in
it, but it's mainly just the back-story. But I promise that the next
chapter (and probably final one) will have the best sex scene of the story
(and one of th best I can write x3)! Thanks for reading, and feel free to
email me if you liked it and/or want to hear more! C: