Date: Wed, 15 Sep 2004 21:22:04 +0000
From: Jim McCourt <jocksub@hotmail.com>
Subject: Taken by my Principal part 2

                "Oh yeah, look at that big white ass.  Gonna make you mine,
boy.  Once I stick it in boy, you'll never be a man."  I felt the flared
head of his huge cock stab past the small of my back and just between my
fuzzy ass, at the gateway my of asshole.  I had never thought of my asshole
as a point of vulnerability and weakness like this, but now it was about to
be ravaged.  "Gonna make you mine, son.  You're never gonna forget this,
bitch."  With that, he pumped his hips, jerking forward and jamming his cock
inside my asshole.
	"AAAAH-AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" I yelped in shock then let out a long,
agonized scream the moment he drove his dick into me, and kept pushing his
thick rod down my tight, tight ass.  I was clenching my cheeks together,
trying to get this horrific, humiliating invader out.  I couldn't, at that
point, even understand that another man had somehow had put his hard cock
into my ass, I could only recognize the sharp, invading pain in my ass and
the need to expel it.
	"Don't fight it now, Bobby-boy.  Gonna take it all.  You're gonna give it
all to me, Bobby-boy, you're gonna give me that big white Irish ass."  And
he seized my hips, which were already drenched in agonized sweat, pulling my
ass into his pelvis.  I felt a thick, wiry mane of pubes scratching against
the small of my back and my upper ass, and that's when I realized it.  There
was a man behind me who's cock was in my ass.  His pubic hair was up against
my ass.  The pain at no point subsided- throughout the entire time Mr.
Ragonese was fucking me, I couldn't feel anything else but the terrible pain
of his monstrous Italian prick forcing its way into my guts.  However, it
eventually faded slightly enough to come to understand that there was
another man standing behind me, holding me down and fucking me.  I was
horrified: I was being raped.
	"Oh, yeah... give me that ass, boy.  Give it up.  Give up that ass to your
daddy."  His hands kept my waist held down as he pushed his wide hips into
me.  His big, danging nuts, pendulous and strong, hanging from a baggy
ballsac and bearded with a thick main of curly black pubic hair, spanked
against my own nutsac.  It hurt, it felt like someone had slapped my balls
from between my legs, and with each thrust he busted my balls a little more
and more, until the pain of it started to make me nateaus.  As Mr. Ragonese
fucked me, with each slam into my ass, he brought his big, rock-hard nuts
banging into my smaller, vulnerable nuts, and I slowly felt them begin to
swell in agony, swell between my sweating, hairy legs.
	His right hand left my hip, and went under me, sliding under my naked,
sweating belly and down to my groin.  To my horror, his hand seized my cock.
	"You're hard, huh? You're popping a little chubby? You like this, Bobby?
You like this Bobby boy?"  His taunts were bridged by his panting.  "You
like me fucking your ass, you little faggot?"  I lowered my head.  I was
hard.  And a part of me was liking this.  It still hurt incredibly, and I
was completely humiliated, I felt like a women, and yet as his prick pounded
deeper and deeper into my ass, I felt an incredibly warmth.  It was a
feeling that made me stop thinking, made me forget that it was a hairy
50-something year old asshole principal, a man who I hated, a man, fucking
me, that I was being fucked.  I moaned, long and high like a whore as the
amazing pressure in my ass increased.
	"You sure got a tiny peter, boy.  You oughta be ashamed to walk through the
lockerroom with that little pecker  hiding between your legs.  You ever jerk
it off? Yeah, you do all the time, don't you, you jack that pathetic thing
off all the time."  His mouth was on my ear, breathing the hot, stinking
breath of his humiliating words straight into my brain.  "I'm gonna jerk
your little baby dick so that we cum together, you on your belly, me inside
your fucking guts, boy."
	He began to slam more forcefully back into me, again and again, with each
thurst wapping his nuts againt me, spreading a slow, sickening pain from up
my groin to my stomach.  My ass was stretched open my wide, and deep in my
guts I felt an unfamiliar, unimaginable pain, it felt like a strong metal
pole was being rammed into my intestines.  Sweat from his hairy stomach
pooled into the small of my back.  I felt his stomach and pecs, slightly
flabby but still so strong, wiping up against mine, sliding in his
disgusting sweat.
	"Big dick, ain't it boy?  Big, real man's dick up your ass, ain't it?
Thank your Daddy for putting his big, thick Italian dick up your ass.  It's
the closest you'll ever get to having a real cock, huh boy?  Thank your
Daddy."  He yelled at me as he fucked me.
	"Urgh, go- thank you" I was able to mutter without throwing up from the
horrific pain and the unspeakably grotesque nature of what he was doing to
me, what he had made me feel.
	"What's my name, boy?" He said, bringing down a slap on my right ass cheek.
	"Daddy!! Thank you Daddy!!" I yelled out, calling him my Daddy.  I couldn't
believe this was happening to me.  All the while, his strong, calloused
hands were jerking me off, pumping my little cock in his big fist.
	I couldn't believe it.  I felt my cock sputter and jerk in his firm, rough
grasp.  The bastard had made me cum, even as he fucked me.  His hips kept
slamming into me, grunting like a wild animal
	Then I felt it.  It began like a warm leak, as if I had pissed myself and
felt a little between my ass.  But it immediately rushed into my whole
pounded-out ass, filling me up with each sputter and thrust.  He came
triumphantly, yelling like a victorious hunter.  Truly he, had conquered and
won me, I was his prize, and he declared it with a guttural grunt-shout.
There was a sickening warmth deep inside of me.  Exhausted, his weighty
chest fell upon my sweaty back.
	"I'll always be inside of you now, boy."  He whispered, panting into me.
"Forever and ever.  Can't be a man now, not with the cum of another one
inside you, can you boy?"  I thought I was pissing myself for a moment, and
then realized his cum was flowing out of my torn open hole and down my
thigh.  Then I realized some of the cum running down my raped legs was my
own.  Thats what felt particularly strange, my legs, usually so strong, now
beaten, having been conquered, split apart and now dripping with the cum he
put inside me and my own shamed semen he made me spill.
	"You made a mess of my desk, Bobby." My principal whispered as he tongued
my ear, his wiry chest hair scraping against my sweat-drenched back, and
gave my ass a firm slap, the ass he had just raped.  Completely drained by
what he had just done to me, he bound my arms behind my back without any
resistance from me, than forced my head into the surprisingly large amount
of semen I had busted on the desk.  "Clean it up."
	My face was ground into the puddle of cum, and he pushed hard on the back
of my head, mashing my face into the wood, getting my spunk all over my
cheeks, in my eyebrows.  "Supper time, bitch. I'm surprised that a boy with
balls the size of marbles could spew so much. For football, what do you use
as a jockstrap, a thimble?  So much cum for you to eat. You must have really
loved being fucked up the ass." Face down, I felt hot tears streaming down
my face, and he gave me a slap on my beaten ass to get me to work.  And I
reluctantly extended my tongue. I had never tasted semen before.  I gagged
and wretched, trying to swallow my own load.  This was the most disgusting
thing I had ever been forced to do.
	"There's some more for you, baby.  Your tiny chubby came on my hand."  His
voice rose to anger and he slapped me clear across the face, it stung and
smeared even more spunk on my face.  "Now clean it."
	His fingers forced there way past my teeth and into my mouth, and all the
while he gazed sternly into my eyes, crippling me under those deep-set,
dark-ringed furious Italian eyes.  His fingers continued down my throat,
almost making me wretch, but I sucked the cum he had forced me to release
from his thick, strong, hairy fingers.  When I got all of my stolen semen
off of his fingers, I continued sucking, I got the strange taste of his
hands in my mouth.  He pulled them out, smearing my saliva on my chin, and
held my chin and jaw in his powerful grip.
	"I want to you remember today Bobby. I want you to remember today as the
day that a man fucked you, fucked you in your ass.  I took you Bobby, took
not only your ass, but your whole manhood.  Can you feel that.  Deep in your
ass, I'm swimming in your fucking guts.  Look at you.  Your bodies drenched
not just in your sweat, but in my sweat- you smell like me."  And it was
true- I was coated with him.  His words made my knees feel weak and he had
to increase his hold on my chin.  I cried fresh tears.
	"That's right. You should cry. You have the bitty witty pee-pee of a tiny
little boy anyway, so you should cry like a little boy too.  Cry because
today I made sure you'll never become a real man.  Before today, the most
important man in your life was your father, because his cum, his cock, had
made you.  But today, I've stolen that from him, because I came inside you,
replaced his cum with my own.  Think of how you've dishonored your father,
you let me emasculate him, steal from him the manly pride of siring a son.
Now he has a daughter, Bobby-girl.  You're just a little girl now."  All
these things he said to me, as insane as they were, somehow made sense to
me, and cut me so deeply.  It felt like everything he said was humiliating
truth.
	He kept his tight grip on my chin, making me keep eye contact with him,
while his other large hand ran down my slippery form, my heaving chest and
felt along my sweaty stomach.
	"Uh-oh boy, I think I mighta just knocked you up today.  You think you're
pregnant now, baby?"  He smiled cruelly as he rubbed his hand around and
squeezed my belly.
	I lost his rugged, angry face in the blur of my tears, his voice in my own
sobbing.