Date: Thu, 12 Sep 2002 02:15:19 +0100 (BST)
From: "[iso-8859-1] Chris Mark" <chma20022003@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: teaching-the-schoolboy-a-lesson   part 3

Well, it's reached the dizzying heights of chapter 3.. Since we're still
getting the occasional supportive email, I guess someone out there likes it
at least, so it makes it worth continuing. As always, if you have any
comments, please email to: chma20022003@yahoo.co.uk

Teaching The Schoolboy A Lesson (3)

'Chris, are you ok? I didn't go too far did I?' I just realised that he'd
been virtually silent throughout, and though he had occasionally murmured
or groaned, this could easily of been in pain rather than the ecstasy that
I'd presumed, and now I was worried.

'Chris, answer me, please.. are you ok??' Still, I got no answer. My worry
was turning to panic, I wasn't quite sure if he was playing with me,
whether he was asleep.. or..  well, I didn't want to think of another
option. I untied his legs, and arms, and carefully rolled him over. His
chest was still rising and falling with each heartbeat, so he was breathing
at least. I sat over him, gazing down at his face, with a hand on either
shoulder. His eyes were closed, and he looked so angelic, so peaceful, so
perfect. I lowered my head towards him, and softly asked if he was ok.

He opened his eyes, and looked straight into mine - and again, I was lost
to the world.  They were such a beautiful brown, richer than all the shades
of autumn, and they spoke volumes. He didn't need words to tell me how he
felt, I could read everything he was thinking, they showed me his hopes and
fears, dreams and aspirations, but more than that, I saw a flicker in his
heart, of a light that burned for me.

I returned to my senses, and saw Chris just laying there smiling at me, he
parted his lips as if to speak, but I moved my hand and placed my finger
over them, saying;

'Shh, you don't have to say anything, I understand.'

As I spoke, I lowered my head to his, teasing his lower lip with my finger
before kissing him deeply. His eager tongue pushed against my lips, and his
newly freed arms pulled me into a tight embrace. There was so much passion,
so much urgency, so much lust in that one kiss; it was like every kiss that
had ever gone before combined into one.

Reluctantly, I pulled myself away, and softly kissed his chin, and down to
his neck, planting small kisses all the way down to his chest. Delicately I
licked his left nipple, and then moved across to nibble his right. Chris
gasped - slightly shocked at the pain and pleasure this was causing him. I
continued my journey downwards, kissing and licking down to his navel,
letting my tongue slide across it sending a cool sensation through Chris'
body. While he was distracted by this, I reached around with my hand and
took hold of his balls, and gently squeezed them, he moaned a little, and
so I did it again, a little harder - and as I did so, Chris arched his back
and pushed himself against me, moaning out loud. I licked my way down to
just above his cock, kissing all around it, but being careful not to touch,
heightening the sexual tension.

I licked down to his inner thigh, then back underneath his balls, taking
each into my mouth in turn, rolling them around with my tongue.

'Mmm, yeahhhh...' the few words that escaped his lips told me all I needed
to know.

I kissed up from his balls along his shaft, running my tongue around the
head of his cock, before opening my mouth and letting it slide all the way
down till I could feel his balls brushing against my chin. I moved my head
back up, running my tongue around the rim of his cock before pushing back
down. Chris was groaning and begging for more, and this was just what I
wanted to hear. I took his cock from my mouth, planting one last kiss on
the head, and moved away from the bed.

'Oh, mmm, don't stop, please sir, I want to cum.' He pleaded, 'You'll cum
when I say you do, and not before.' Chris using the word 'Sir' had
immediately put me back into the dominant role, and I had to make sure he
knew that even though I cared about him, I was in charge.

Picking up the discarded ties, I began to fasten Chris back to the bed,
firstly his ankles, then his wrists. With him secure, I took a final tie,
and wrapped it around the base of his cock, taking it underneath his balls,
and back up, tying it off, making sure it was just a little too tight to be
comfortable. Taking the end in my hand, I pulled it sharply, trapping the
blood in his cock and making the head swell further.

'oooh, mmmmm' was all Chris could manage to say, 'You like that, don't you
bitch?' I snapped at him, 'I know you like it, but I'm going to make you
want it, make you want more, you're mine now.'

Picking up the oil again, I proceeded to oil his front as I had his back;
working again from his feet, making sure that his whole body took on that
same sheen. As I reached his thighs, I took my hand and slapped them each
in turn, making sure he could feel it all the way through his body, letting
him know that I was still in control.

'Arrrhhh, oooh, yeah,' he continued to cry out loud, letting me know how he
felt, but more importantly, letting me know that I was doing it right.

The tie was pushing his balls upwards, and they swelled to match his
obvious excitement. I flicked each with my finger before sucking them into
my mouth. As I rolled them around my tongue, I took hold of the tie, and
pulled it tight yet again,

'Ahhhhh,' Chris was squirming and his moans were getting louder.

Letting his balls slip from my mouth, I licked my way back up his shaft,
savouring the taste of the small drip of precum that had formed at the
end. I resisted the urge to take his cock into my mouth, and instead,
continued to work the oil into his body.  Grasping him round the waist, I
worked the oil into his stomach with my thumbs, before spreading my fingers
out and slowly moving my way up to his chest. Pushing up across his ribs,
and skirting around his nipples, being sure not to touch them.

Taking another tie from the pile scattered on the floor, I carefully placed
it around his head, blindfolding him once more. Delicately I kissed each
cheek and then dragged my tongue back across his lips.

I got up, and left him, blindfolded, and tied to my bed, and moved towards
the door.

'Where are you going sir?' he asked, 'That's for me to know and you to find
out, and trust me, you WILL find out.'

I went back downstairs, and opened the freezer, I took 3 ice cubes from the
tray, and clutched them in my hand to melt them slightly - and to get rid
of the sharpness that ice can often have. Armed to chill, I made my way
back upstairs.

On entering the room, I took a good hard look at him lying there, taking
note of every part of his body, and committing it to memory. Every detail,
every sinew, every curve, from the quivering of his biceps down to the
trail of precum leaking out from his cock.

I moved over to the bedside, and taking an ice cube, placed it onto his
navel, the shock of this made Chris gasp, and try and push his body away
from the ice, but the ties held him in place. I rolled the ice up his body,
pushing it between his pecs, and across to his right nipple, teasing him
with it before sliding it down to his armpit, up his tricep and then across
to his other nipple. Taking another cube into my mouth, I leaned over and
kissed him, running the ice cube across his lips, before kissing down to
his neck, the cool touch of the ice seemed to both excite and agitate him,
and I knew this gave me lots of new possibilities.

Still with the ice in my mouth, I moved down towards his cock, taking it
into my mouth, the ice giving a whole new feeling to both Chris and I. His
moaning had increased audibly, and he was pumping his cock into my mouth as
I sucked. With my right hand, I took the one remaining ice cube, and ran it
down his thighs and on to his balls. Taking it lower, I worked it between
his legs, slowly circling it around his hole, before gently pushing it
inside of him.

'Oh, yeah, that feels..ahhh, mmmm.'

As I worked his cock in and out of my ice filled mouth, I began to pull on
the tie that held it in place, teasing his balls with my hand and taking
him closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. Chris was pushing his body up
from the bed, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth, shivering with the
coolness of the ice inside him and murmuring with pleasure at the thrills
racing through his body. I started to pump his cock with my hand as he
pushed himself up into my mouth, matching the pace of my hand with that of
his thrusts. He began to whimper and I could feel his balls tighten as he
neared climax,

'Ahhh, ooooh, yeaaaaaaah.'

And with one final push he buried his cock deep into my mouth, and spurted
wave after wave of cum into me. I swallowed greedily, squeezing his balls
to push him over the final edge, and kissed my way back up his cock to
catch the last drips that ebbed from him. Chris sank down into the
mattress, panting heavily, trying to catch his breath, his whole body
heaving from the intensity of his orgasm. Finally, he managed to speak,
just three simple words,

'Thank you master.'