Date: Mon, 12 Jun 2006 11:38:32 -0500 From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com> Subject: Mr. Kent's Boys Part 12 - Final Part Copyright 2006 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission. Please note: this story depicts oral, anal, sado-masochistic and group sex between males. If any of these offend you or are illegal to publish in your jurisdiction, or you are under the age of 18, read no further. The characters, locations and incidents in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. As an author, I welcome feedback to my writing. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you. ----- Part Twelve - Electricity Friday's surprise was from Slim Jim and Carl. They brought in the electric shock apparatus. They had read the instructions thoroughly, so they said, and so knew what to do. Halfway through class, I was allowed off my dildo. Slim Jim put one of the eletraloops on my scrotum and tightened it, unnecessarily tight I thought. Then Carl slathered KY on the Gold Contact Dome ElectraProbe and rammed it up my ass. The leads were then attached to the ElectraStim SensaVox and the rest of the class came up to observe the effect when the juice was turned on. I'd never played with electric stimulation before and I sure prayed these boys knew what they were doing. But of course I was not in charge. Carl pressed the start button and immediately turned the dial to full power. Oh, Shit. Fuck. I had never experienced such a feeling. My dick, already stimulated by the desk dildo, now grew instantly rock hard and began spurting. My asshole tingled. In fact my whole lower body was shaking uncontrollably. After what seemed like an eternity of heaven/hell, Carl pushed the Stop button and I collapsed over the desk. Pepe unlocked my cuffs. Reggie handed me a paper and pencil and said, "Now write." "Yeah, Mr. Cunt. Write how it felt." "Details, remember." "Specific is terrific." "Be sure to use your senses." "And metaphors." The boys sat and watched me write, my hand shaking. I described the otherworldly appearance of the ElectraProbe, the tightness of the scrotum loop, the way the bumps on the probe felt when Carl shoved it in, then the noise of the motor and the smell of the current, or could it have been burning hair or flesh. But most of all, I tried to capture the intense orgasmic feeling. The boys read every sentence as it was written. "You done good, Mr. Cunt." "Yup, that paper's worth a C I think." Carl and Slim Jim packed up their gadgets, and began taking orders from the others who wanted to rent the stuff. I began to picture all the poor young girls on campus who were about to get their G spots tickled in a way they'd never had before, and quite possibly their beavers fried. That evening at the store, a customer happened to ask me about electric sexual stimulation, and for once I was able to give him expert guidance. The following week, Reggie and Emer took turns demonstrating for the class some of the techniques they'd learned from the DVDs they bought. I was in turn blindfolded, hogtied, and gang banged. I had clamps applied to my nipples, dick and balls. My orifices were poked and prodded with various makeshift probes. My health and safety did not seem to be high on anyone's list, much less my comfort. What was important was for the boys to get their jollies and in the process accumulate fodder for their growing opus of stories. At the end of the week, Reggie and Emer gave the class a lecture on fisting. It was a well organized talk, complete with an actual demonstration using everyone's favorite asshole. Guess who. And at the end of the demonstration, the entire class was given hands on practice in the technique. They went through a whole gallon of Crisco. In the succeeding weeks, I felt several of their stories were ready to submit to Nifty. The boys had grown considerably in their communication skills. All it took was finding something they were passionate about. Malcolm, however, surprised me. He said he didn't want to send his story to Nifty. He had been reading the gay skin mags he bought, and he felt Honcho was a perfect fit for his writing style. I agreed and helped him draft a cover letter. The semester was passing more quickly than I wished. This time, I was not looking forward to finals week. I loved my thrice weekly feast of boy meat with a large portion of masochism on the side. I loved the sadistic surprises they kept coming up with to enliven the class sessions. I loved my regular "dates" with MacDick as well as two other regular customers Peter had sold me to, and the occasional one-nighter. I noticed Peter had completely overhauled his car, so I knew he was facing a lucrative career of pimping. I loved my followup visits with Sue Ellen and Reggie, although when Peter got wind of it, he whipped my ass good and insisted Reggie had to pay him to use me in the future. Apparently, Reggie felt Sue Ellen's happiness was worth the price, though. I was even beginning to love attending the football games. One afternoon, I hired Englehart to tutor me in the rudiments of the game. And I picked up Football for Dummies. I also loved the progress I had seen in my students' academics. I felt confident that they now had the skills to pursue worthwhile lives outside of athletics. I even loved my classroom, which in addition to the dildo appliance, now sported a library of books and magazines for research purposes, a couple calendars, one from Playboy and one from Playgirl, and some nice oversized posters of our favorite porn stars, male and female. The room even smelled of sex, and why not with all the hot young spunk spilled there. One afternoon after class, I had just gotten my pants back on when I was surprised to have a custodian drop in to empty the waste baskets and sweep. He explained the regular man was out sick. I told him he didn't really have to bother with B11, but by then he had had a good look around. "Uh, you don't have to mention any of this to anyone. They might not understand." "Hmmm, I guess not. So let me get this straight. You want me to keep my mouth shut, pretend I didn't see nothing." "If you don't mind. I'd really appreciate it." "Hmmm, and how exactly will you show me this appreciation." Well, of course after a little more banter I was on my knees sucking custodian cock until I got a pail full of janitor juice. A week before finals, the Dean called me into his office. Uh oh. The jig is up. Someone must have squealed on me. "Kent, thanks for stopping by. I wanted to tell you personally you've done wonders with that class of jocks. Their other teachers tell me how much their work has improved, especially their writing skills. And the coaches are delighted. I don't know what method you used, but it obviously worked. So next year, I want you to plan on doing the same with a new group of jocks. The alumni committee has authorized me to offer you a substantial bonus as an incentive." "Wow. Thanks a lot. I'm only glad that my humble efforts paid off, Sir. I'll gladly teach another class. Yes, I'll really be looking forward to it." "Oh, just one more thing, Kent. I had to wait `til the end of the semester to do this. Propriety you know. But I've made arrangements with your student Peter. He tells me you have some talents that didn't appear on your resumé. So starting next week, you're going to be coming to my office every week for a couple hours of non-academic activity, if you know what I mean." "Yes, Sir. I think I know what you mean." "Peter is a fine young man, Kent." "Yes, Sir. He's a hardworking entrepreneur." "And a persuasive communicator. He was able to convince me that you are worth the rather high fee you charge for your escort services. I think you made a wise choice selecting him as your agent. He does a very professional job. I trust you give him a fair percent. Your outside employment is not really any of my business but I'd hate to see anyone take advantage of one of our students because of his inexperience in the business world. "No Sir. Believe me, his share is more than fair. And everything he probably told you about me is true, Sir. Rest assured I know you'll be satisfied with my service. You'll see me here each week."