Date: Mon, 4 Feb 2008 20:57:52 -0800
From: derek phillips <derekph@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: Bobby Gets Pantsed in the Boiler Room - CHAPTER 2
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Bobby Gets Pantsed in the Boiler Room
Chapter 2
by derek phillips
The day after his adventure in the boiler room with Mark and his thug
buddies, Bobby put on the new clothes his big brother Todd had helped
him pick out at the mall. He stood in front of the mirror and checked
himself out, liking what he saw.
No one would make fun of him today, he looked really cool. His tee
shirt was tight enough to show off his muscles, but not so tight or
skimpy that any of his teachers could object. He flexed his arms, then
his pecs, loving the way he could see every cut of his awesome teen
physique. He rubbed his large sensitive nipples through the tight knit
fabric, loving the way they got hard, and poked out provocatively.
His jeans were made of stretchy denim that clung tightly to his skin,
emphasizing his strong legs, and his bulging crotch, and his tight firm
ass. He flexed more, turning and twisting and posing for himself,
loving what he saw, doing a slow erotic dance.
He looked awesome.
Bobby posed for himself long enough to give himself a hardon. That too
looked awesome, stretching down one leg long and thick. He rubbed it a
little, loving the way even the big fleshy head showed clearly. He
squeezed it, and his asshole tingled in memory of the day before.
He reached back and slid his fingers up and down along his ass crack.
The jeans fit him so closely that his cheeks were separated perfectly,
the seam clung to his crack, rubbing erotically there as he turned and
bent his sexy teen body.
He could even rub his still-sore boy-hole through the stretchy fabric.
It tingled even more, wanting attention. He poked at his hole and
rubbed it, making his cock swell even harder. He dug his finger in,
loving the way it felt, wanting more, wanting something long and thick
and hard shoved in there over and over.
"Oh, Mark, fuck me," Bobby murmured as he fingered his hole through his
tight new jeans. "Fuck me hard!"
He had forgotten his fear and discomfort of the day before, all he could
remember was the incredible pleasure he had felt as his idol Mark
ravaged his virgin hole with his huge hard cock, and the younger boy's
cock had erupted with the most intense, exciting orgasm he had ever
experienced.
He wanted to be with Mark again, just the two of them, both naked. He
wanted to lick and suck Mark all over, feel his muscles, rub their hard-
muscled naked teen bodies together, make Mark growl with lust, make him
want the sexy younger teen. He wanted the hugely hung jock to fuck him
again, and again, fuck him until he squirted out every last drop of cum
he had, and his nuts were drained dry, and he passed out with delirious
pleasure and exhaustion.
Maybe he would see Mark again at school. They could go back to the
boiler room, just the two of them...
He was tempted to push his jeans down and jerk off, he was getting
really horny imagining all the things he wanted to do with Mark, now
that he knew what the older boy liked, but he looked at the clock and
decided there wasn't time.
Sighing regretfully, Bobby made himself stop posing and playing with
himself. He didn't want to make his boner ooze so much that it would
leave a wet spot on his jeans. When he got really turned on, his cock
leaked a lot, and it would seep through and show.
After one last sexy pose that made his nuts swell and churn, Bobby ran
downstairs to breakfast, sure this was going to be an incredible day.
He was right about that, though perhaps not quite the way he expected.
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During home room, Bobby's teacher handed him a note. It said he had to
report to the Principal's office. Mrs Stevenson scowled at him as she
gave it to him.
"What have you been up to, Bobby?" she asked, shaking her head. "You've
always been such a good boy."
Bobby hung his head in shame as he left the room. He could feel the
eyes of all the other students on him, and hear their whispers and
giggles. Being called to the Principal's office could mean only one
thing! What had he done? He'd never been called to the Principal's
office before!
A few minutes later, Bobby stood in Mr Ericsson's office, looking at his
shoes as the man sat behind his desk and questioned him sternly.
"Would you like to tell me about what happened in the boiler room
yesterday, Bobby?" Mr Ericsson asked.
Bobby's stomach churned. How could the man know about that?
"What! Why, uh, I - I don't know what you're talking about, sir."
He stammered out the lie, terrified, afraid to look up.
"Now Bobby, don't lie, or I will have to punish you. Just look me in
the eye and tell me the truth, and everything will be fine."
The man was slapping a ruler lightly against the desk, and Bobby got the
message. He was in for a spanking, unless he could bluff it out. Mark
and his buddies would never tell, would they? If they talked, it would
be all over school! He'd be ruined!
Bobby tried to look at Mr Ericsson, but the man's icy stare made him
tremble and look away.
"But I am telling the truth," the boy insisted. "Nothing happened."
Bobby's voice quavered, he had the sick feeling of impending doom.
Brad Ericsson leaned back in his chair, savoring the moment. He loved
it when he had a boy in this position - guilty, and lying.
"You're sure?" he asked quietly.
"Yes," Bobby said, nodding his head, looking up, putting on his most
serious expression. "Yes sir!"
Maybe if he was extra polite, everything would be OK. But he couldn't
hold Mr Ericsson's gaze, he looked down again, fear flooding his body.
"I see," Brad said casually.
Brad could remember being in Bobby's position himself not that many
years ago - lying, hoping to escape his punishment. He had been a very
naughty boy, and he'd gotten more than his share of spankings from the
Principal.
Mr Harris has been the Principal's name, and Brad's rear end tingled at
the memory of Mr Harris' ruler. Brad and his best buddy Eric had
usually been at the center of any mischief at their school, and had
usually wound up together in Mr Harris' office for discipline. Brad
remembered all the times he and Eric had stood side by side next to Mr
Harris' desk, pants at their ankles, bare asses exposed in preparation
for their punishment, as the man lectured them.
Mr Harris was also the wrestling coach, and usually wore sweat pants and
a tee shirt around the school, so his muscular physique was evident as
he walked back and forth reprimanding the boys for their transgressions.
Brad had been fascinated by the hair on Mr Harris' forearms, dark and
thick, and had wondered if it covered his entire body, thrilled at the
thought of that much hair on a man so virile and athletic. He had
almost joined the wrestling squad, just to find out, knowing that Mr
Harris always showered with his wrestlers. But seeing all the scrapes
and bruises all over the guys he knew who wrestled dissuaded the boy
from that - he was too vain about his looks, too unwilling to risk
damaging the handsome face and body that he could usually exploit to get
himself out of trouble.
But not with Mr Harris, who seemed immune to Brad's charms.
Brad's ass wasn't the only part of his anatomy that tingled at the
memory of Mr Harris' ruler. His cock tingled too.
Half naked, pants at his feet, standing at attention, Brad would always
get an erection as he watched Mr Harris pace and rant at him and Eric.
The man was so sexy, flexing and gesturing, swinging his ruler, slapping
it against his palm, then harder against the desk. The loud crack of
the ruler as it was whacked against objects in the room as he talked was
enough to bring many boys to tears even before the Principal started
using it on their bare asses.
But even knowing that he would soon be feeling that long thin ruler on
his own bare ass, Brad was turned on by the display. All Brad could see
was Mr Harris' muscular arms and chest, his pecs straining at his tight
tee shirt, his muscles threatening to rip it apart. The man's forearms
and biceps looked like ropes of steel, sharply defined, blood vessels
clear on their surface, even under the dark hair covering them.
Brad wanted to feel them, know what muscles like that felt like to
touch.
And as he imagined that, his cock would get hard, rise to stand straight
out from his body.
And when the boy's cock rose, the man would slap that with his ruler
too.
"Whack!" the wooden slat would hit Brad's big hard cock right on its
bulbous head.
"Pay attention to me!" Mr Harris would bark as he hit Brad's erect teen
fuck stick.
"Yes sir!" Brad would gasp in reply, gritting his teeth to avoid crying
out.
The man didn't hit Brad's cock hard, not really hard, just hard enough
to hurt, and to make his erection go down a little.
But soon it would rise to full glory again, big and fat and long, cock
juice starting to leak from the tip, and again the ruler would come
down, striking Brad's boner right on the even more swollen head. A long
string of cock ooze would swing up and out and hit the side of Mr
Harris' desk, cling there a moment, then slide down. There were lots of
white streaks there, on the side of Mr Harris' desk, most of them from
Brad's cock.
And each time Mr Harris whacked his hard dick, Brad's body would jerk,
and he would bend forward in reaction, earning himself a much harder
"WHACK!" of the ruler on his bare ass.
"Stand up straight, boy!" Mr Harris would bark, and the sharp painful
impact on his bare ass would make Brad do just that, stand bolt upright,
his face twisted in discomfort, as his hard cock slapped up against his
belly, then returned to its rigid horizontal position.
"Whack!" on his cock, then "whack!" on his ass, over and over, until
Brad was in agony - horny, sore, desperate for release, turned on by the
muscular wrestling coach who was about to spank him.
Towards the end of the lecture, right before he finally spanked the two
naughty teens, Mr Harris would stand in front of Brad, and make the boy
spread his legs wide apart, and swing the ruler upward over and over
against the boy's large, heavy-hanging nuts, lightly at first, then
slowly harder, watching the expression on the boy's face, ecstasy at
first, then twisting into agony as the pain built.
"Take it, boy, take it, don't be a pussy-boy," Mr Harris would chant.
Brad had heard that the man did much worse to his wrestlers, training
them to take pain and ignore it.
Eric got the same treatment, his cock too would rise, not so much from
looking at Mr Harris as from looking at his sexy buddy's giant cock.
And Brad's buddy usually earned even more and harder cock and ball
torture, because he could take much more pain than Brad. Maybe it was
because he wasn't circumcised, so the head of his eight-inch hardon was
protected. But there was nothing to protect his balls, and Brad was
amazed how hard Mr Harris whacked his buddy's tender nuts without making
him cry out.
"You should join my team, boy," Mr Harris would tell Eric, impressed by
the boy's tolerance for pain.
After their spankings, balls aching with pent-up teen jism, Brad and
Eric would rush to the boys' room together and take adjacent stalls and
pound their cocks in unison to gut-blasting orgasms, splashing their hot
teen cum all over the walls of the small cubicles, adding it to the
dried streaks of other boys' jism accumulated there. Brad would listen
to his friend's moans and grunts of pleasure, and echo them as his balls
finally gave up their load, and the tension and pain of a session with
Mr Harris was finally relieved.
Now, as Principal, Brad loved making naughty boys like Bobby squirm. He
knew Bobby was lying to him. He sprung his trap.
"Well Bobby, it happens we installed a security camera in that room a
few months ago, because we found out students were sneaking in there to
do things they shouldn't, so I have a tape right here."
Mr Ericsson opened a drawer and took out a small video cassette and
showed it to the frightened boy.
"It shows everything. Would you like to see it?"
Bobby gulped with shock and fear. He hadn't expected that.
"Oh, gosh. No, I don't think so, sir," he gasped.
The sexy teen's stomach churned and his cock throbbed as he thought
about what the tape would show - him being stripped naked and then
fucked by the three awesome jock studs. And liking it!
Bobby grabbed his crotch and squeezed his hardon through his tight
jeans, readjusting his lengthening manhood so it stretched down one leg
as it swelled and hardened. His asshole spasmed in memory of the way it
had been violated the day before. His cock throbbed and oozed. His
nuts churned, and he squeezed them, trying to shove them into a more
comfortable position, they felt cramped in his tight pants. He had to
stop thinking about what had happened, his cock juice would show, his
perverted lusts would be exposed!
Brad watched, loving the boy's reaction. Bobby was an awesome teen sex-
toy, blond and blue-eyed, with a luscious body, muscles swelling in all
the right places, smooth, honey-gold skin that begged to be licked, a
big bulge in his jeans, eyes wide, gasping and panting with fear.
He watched the boy adjust himself, and could see clearly the outline of
Bobby's big hard teen cock, swelling and stretching. It was a beauty.
Brad congratulated himself again for installing that surveillance
camera. It had become a goldmine. He had already caught three boys
jerking off in there alone, and a pair trading blow jobs. The memory of
what he had put those boys through made him smile. His cock got even
harder.
But the scene the day before was his prize. He licked his lips in
anticipation.
Brad's cock was rock hard as he remembered watching yesterday while the
scene unfolded in the boiler room. He had been eating lunch at his desk
when the buzzer sounded to tell him someone was trespassing, and he had
turned on the monitor to watch the scene unfold. It had been arousing
beyond his imaginings, Brad Peters and his two buddies using Bobby like
a cheap rent-boy. It had looked like the younger boy was reluctant at
first, but couldn't resist his own urges, and soon became a willing tool
to satisfy the older boys' crude lusts. The bulge in Bobby's jeans now
confirmed that.
"I think we should look at this," Brad said, sliding the tape into a
machine on a shelf next to his desk, and pressing PLAY.
The large TV screen on the other side of the room lit up with a bright,
clear view of the boiler room, which stood empty for about ten seconds,
but then the door opened, and Bobby watched with horror as he saw the
events he had experienced during lunch hour the day before.
Seeing himself on the screen like this, Bobby was amazed how sexy he
looked. The too-small jeans he had been wearing emphasized his crotch
perfectly. The camera zoomed in on his bulge, showing his half-open
fly, his crotch hairs. Bobby gulped. His briefs must have worked their
way down somehow, revealing his bush.
It looked as though he wasn't wearing underpants at all, and the base of
his hard cock even peeked out a bit, begging further investigation. How
had that happened?
Maybe he had forgotten to rearrange things properly when he went to the
john.
He remembered being alone in the boys' room, taking a piss, then
standing in front of the mirror, posing for himself, enjoying his
reflection, adjusting his clothing so even more was revealed, so he
looked even sexier, loving the way his skimpy outfit showed off his
muscles, and his big hard cock.
He'd been thinking about his buddy Josh. They were supposed to meet for
lunch, and Josh had already teased him about his outfit, told him to
bend over so he could fuck him and Bobby wanted Josh to do that, had a
total crush on his buddy, but didn't dare let on how he felt.
He had stood there for a couple of minutes, pushing his tee-shirt up so
his pecs showed, playing with his nipples, then lowering his zipper,
pushing his briefs lower, revealing more and more, feeling his muscles,
rubbing his abs, then his pecs, watching his cock swell and feeling it
throb in his tight jeans, imagining Josh watching him, Josh feeling him
up, Josh rubbing his muscles. He had wanted to pull his erection out
and jerk off right there in plain sight, but knew he didn't dare. Then
someone had come in. Bobby blushed and ran out.
He had forgotten to fix his clothes! How could he have been so careless?
No wonder Mark and his buddies had thought he wanted to get fucked!
Watching himself on Principal Ericsson's TV, Bobby was both aroused and
horrified. When he turned his back to the camera, the image zoomed in
and showed clearly the way his jeans had ridden up into his crack,
emphasizing his sexy buns.
His tee-shirt, way too small, covered only half his torso, leaving his
abs bare, emphasizing his luscious teen pecs. The camera zoomed in to
show his large nipples poking sexily against the thin fabric, begging to
be rubbed and twisted, then lower to show his awesome six-pack, every
ridge of his abs sharply defined.
And once revealed, his bulging cock, totally hard from the excitement of
what the older boys were doing to him, filled the screen, it looked
huge.
The older boys were rubbing his bare flesh, obviously enjoying his sexy
teen body.
Bobby watched with growing arousal as the whole scene unfolded on the TV
screen, as Mark and his buddies dragged their helpless victim into the
room, stripped him, fucked him, then left him naked and coated with
their fresh cum, lying face down across the table.
Worse still, after the three boys left, Bobby saw himself lick up their
cum eagerly from the table, then scrape it off his naked body and lick
that up too. He didn't remember doing that, but there it was on the
screen, his shameful hunger revealed.
And seeing his violation was almost as exciting as experiencing it,
especially since he could watch what the other boys had been doing, see
them strip their clothes off to reveal their awesome sexy naked jock-
teen bodies, their hard cocks, their muscular chests, their bare asses.
He saw the three studs flexing for each other, feeling each other up,
playing with each other's cocks as they watched their victim being
fucked by each of them in succession.
At several points one of the boys knelt to suck another's hard cock as
they watched Bobby being stripped naked and then fucked.
Even Mark.
Bobby's balls churned and his cock oozed harder as he watched his idol
Mark suck cock.
The camera zoomed in to show the awesome jock get down on his knees on
the greasy, cum-drenched floor to suck the cock of each of his buddies
as the other plowed Bobby's tight little ass. The naked muscle boy went
all the way down on his friends' sizeable erections, buried them deep in
his throat, held them there, choking on them, grunting with pleasure as
he pumped his own huge boner. It left no doubt, Mark loved cock, loved
to suck it, loved being a slave to another guy's needs, loved pleasuring
another dude's big hard dick. Bobby's head swam as he imagined Mark
sucking him, Mark making him cum.
Watching the TV screen in Mr Ericsson's office, Bobby could feel again
the pain and the thrill, as he watched his virgin ass being violated.
His asshole twitched and his boner throbbed and oozed with arousal as he
saw how sexy he looked, and how awesome his idol Mark looked as he
stripped naked and shoved his huge cock up the younger boy's tight hot
virgin ass.
Bobby especially liked the expression on Mark's sexy macho face as his
cock drilled his cute victim, the look of ecstasy and abandonment and
lust, like he was fucking the sexiest ass he'd ever fucked.
Bobby went limp with desire at the end when he heard Mark suggest they
meet again for more of the same. His cock throbbed at the thought, he
didn't care that Mark and his buddies had used him to satisfy their
basest needs, he still lusted after the older boy. All he could think
of was all the times he had wanted Mark, feeling his muscles as they sat
on the couch watching TV, feeling his boner, watching him, adoring him.
Now, he had had Mark, and knowing what it felt like to be fucked with
that giant dick, he wanted more of it. Maybe next time the older stud
would let him suck it before he fucked him, he wanted to suck that huge
cock, drain it dry, taste Mark's cum, make the awesome jock gasp and
moan with delight as his nuts pumped out their seed into Bobby's eager
mouth.
Bobby didn't stop to wonder how the camera managed to catch all the
hottest action in the boiler room. Mr Ericsson, working his own cock to
two nut-draining loads of cum as he watched the drama unfold, had used
the joy stick on his desk to make the camera pan and zoom.
And as Bobby and the Principal watched the video, the man moved behind
the boy and undressed him, reaching around his sexy teen body to
unbuckle his new belt, sliding his hand inside the boy's briefs to
fondle his erection, then working his new skin-tight tee-shirt up to
expose his well-muscled torso, rubbing and caressing him, taking deep
slow breaths to inhale the intoxicating aroma of teen hormones, lust and
fear as he and the boy watched the scene in the boiler room play on.
Periodically the man would pick up the remote control from his desk and
freeze the video to emphasize some particularly erotic moment, with
Bobby's face frozen in a look of ecstasy as his body was licked and
sucked and penetrated by the three older boys.
"You are a dirty little boy, and that was very naughty of you," Mr
Ericsson told Bobby, rubbing the boy's bare chest and abs, as though it
had all been Bobby's doing.
"I'm sorry, sir," Bobby whined. "I couldn't help it!"
The boy felt lost and confused, his fear about where this was leading
muffled by the incredible arousal he felt, seeing himself naked on the
TV screen, and feeling the man's hot breath on his neck, his eager hands
on his naked teen flesh.
By the time Bobby was naked and spread out over the table in the boiler
room on the TV screen, he was mostly naked, and bent face down over the
desk in the Principal's office.
His new tee shirt was worked up to his armpits so that his bare chest
and belly rubbed erotically against the desktop, and his new pants and
underpants were at his ankles, and Mr Ericsson was kneeling behind him,
tonguing the boy's bare asshole, licking and sucking it eagerly.
"OH! Principal Ericsson!" Bobby panted and moaned.
The video showed Bobby being fucked by Mark's huge dick, and obviously
loving it.
"It wasn't my fault, sir," Bobby tried to explain, gasping with delight
as the man licked his asshole and sucked his balls, and lapped up the
steady drool of wet hot jock-teen fuck juice oozing from Bobby's rock-
hard boner.
"They made me do it."
The man pulled his tongue out of Bobby's sweet teen asshole just long
enough to answer.
"Made you do it, Bobby? I saw how you were dressed yesterday, son. Very
naughty, Bobby, dirty boy, you were asking for it."
"OH! Sir! Please!" Bobby's abandoned cries of delight filled the
room.
Then, at the end, as the screen showed Bobby cumming while he was being
fucked a second time by Mark's huge tool, Principal Ericsson pulled the
boy erect and murmured into his ear while he shoved a finger up his wet
tender hole.
"There, Bobby, see that? You wanted them to do it."
And Bobby knew it was true, he had wanted it. And he wanted it again
now. His cock was hard and dripping, eager for attention. He reached
down and started stroking it.
"Oh, sir! Please!" He begged, desperate for release.
But Brad pushed Bobby's hand away as he finger-fucked the boy's ass.
Bobby watched himself licking up cum from the table in the boiler room,
a slave to his own perverted lusts.
"Ungh-unh. Dirty boy, you need to be cleaned out, and punished."
The erotic scene on the TV screen ended. The screen went blank.
Bobby heard Mr Ericsson clear his throat, and looked away from the TV
screen, remembering where he was. He was in Mr Ericsson's office, and
he'd just been showed a video of Mark Peters and his buddies fucking
him!
The Principal, fully clothed, was still standing behind Bobby, who was
all but naked. The man was still fingering the boy's bare asshole.
Bobby reached for his cock again, desperate now for release. He was
incredibly aroused.
"Oh, sir," Bobby whimpered. "Yes, like that!"
Mr Ericsson pushed the boy's hand away from his sex again, as his finger
pushed deeper into Bobby's asshole, awakening memories of what it had
felt like to be fucked the day before. The man wrapped one arm around
the boy, pulling him closer, rubbing his sexy teen muscles. He moved
his finger still deeper into Bobby's tight quivering asshole.
The naked boy bent his knees and arched his back, eyes closed, mouth
wide open, tongue extended, offering his asshole, wanting more.
"Yes," the boy sighed. "Do that some more. I like that!"
Bobby wasn't sure he could take another fucking again so soon, he was
still sore. But he was so turned on! It was so sexy to be standing
naked in the Principal's office while Mr Ericsson rubbed and fondled his
hot teen body. It was like being naked in public, flaunting his
beautiful body for all to admire and envy.
The naked teen stud opened his eyes, and through the window he could see
other students on the lawn below, talking and reading. They couldn't
see what was happening in the Principal's office, but he could see them,
it was incredibly erotic. He rubbed his body against Mr Ericsson,
loving the way his naked teen muscles were being touched, his sex was
being aroused. The memory of Mr Ericsson's tongue in his asshole was
driving him wild. The man's finger probing inside him was pushing his
arousal higher and higher, he had to cum!
He had to get off now! He didn't care if it hurt, he wanted Mr Ericsson
to keep it up, he wanted the man to fuck him.
"Oh!" the naked teen gasped. "Yes! Like that! Deeper!"
Bobby needed release.
"Oh God, Mr Ericsson," Bobby moaned, "what are you going to do to me?"
Brad pushed his finger farther up the sexy teen's sweet tight hole,
loving the way the boy gasped and quivered. He could tell the boy was a
natural for this sort of treatment.
"What do you think I should do, Bobby?"
The man murmured in the boy's ear, licking and sucking it to drive the
naked teen wild with need.
"You could fuck me," Bobby stammered as the man shoved two fingers deep
up his ass. He reached for his cock, wanting to wrap his hand around it
and beat off, but again Brad slapped the boy's hand away. The man was
sliding his fingers in and out of the boy's ass, probing and stretching
and arousing the naked teen stud.
"I will, Bobby, I will fuck you," Brad murmured into the boy's ear,
working a third finger into his asshole, "but first I am going to punish
you for being so naughty yesterday, and then lying to me about it
today."
"Do you have to?" Bobby asked plaintively. He had heard about Mr
Ericsson's punishments. Maybe he could still escape. But it felt so
good, having the sexy man hold him from behind, and shove his fingers up
his asshole. He wanted this. His cock throbbed and oozed.
"I'm afraid so," Brad said sternly. "You're a dirty little boy, you've
been very naughty." He loved it when they begged for leniency. He
shoved his fingers still farther into Bobby, working them around,
preparing the boy's ravaged asshole for what would come later.
Punishment first, then pleasure.
"Couldn't you just fuck me like they did?" Bobby pleaded, nodding at the
blank TV screen, gasping as his asshole was stretched, and sensitive
spots inside there were prodded and stimulated. He was remembering just
how good it had felt when the other boys' hard cocks jabbed at those
spots up his ass, made him squeal and beg for more. He had to have a
cock up there again, he needed it bad.
"Don't worry, son," Brad said, smiling. "I will, I'll fuck you good,
but you'll enjoy that, so it won't be punishment. I have to punish you
first."
Brad pushed Bobby slowly forward until he was face down on the desk
again, and knelt for a moment to spread Bobby's ass cheeks and tongue
his luscious pink hole, then stood, enjoying the sight of the naked teen
muscle-boy bent over his desk, legs spread wide, asshole revealed, wet
and eager for penetration.
"Stay right there," he told the quivering sex-crazed teen.
Mr Ericsson went to his office door and opened it.
Bobby, bent over the desk naked, his bare ass raised for anyone to see,
his huge erection rubbing against the side of the desk, smearing it with
his cock juice, looked around and saw through the door into the outer
office, where the Principal's secretary sat.
She looked up as Mr Ericsson said "I'll need some time with this one,
Miss Bradley."
The woman looked right at Bobby bent naked over the desk as she smiled
sweetly and replied.
"Fine, Mr Ericsson. I'll hold your other appointments."
Bobby looked beyond her and saw Carlos, a boy in his gym class, standing
at the counter, staring at him, his eyes wide with amazement. The door
closed.
Mr Ericsson had Bobby rearrange his clothes, then led the trembling boy
through a door into a room Bobby had heard rumors about. It was
windowless, sound-proofed, and filled with all the tools the Principal
used to punish disobedient teens. The school would not accept any
student unless his parents signed a release giving the school permission
to administer any form of punishment it deemed appropriate, including
corporal punishment, and it was Mr Ericsson who administered all the
physical reprimands.
Bobby looked around. In the center of the room was the fabled spanking
bench, a contraption the school carpenter had built to order for the
Principal. It was wooden, padded with foam and covered in leather, and
looked sort of like a small pommel horse, but with extra ledges and
straps and buckles hanging all over it. Rumors about it said that boys
sent to be punished here were strapped naked face down onto the spanking
bench, gagged and then spanked hard on their bare asses over and over
until they wailed and sobbed.
There were rumors too about other things that went on here. Bobby's
still rock-hard erection oozed and his balls churned and his asshole
tingled.
Hanging on one wall were assorted belts and straps and paddles and canes
and switches, and other implements whose uses Bobby could only guess at.
The boy trembled with fear. The stories must be true, he was really in
for it!
Bobby had seen one boy in the gym after a visit to Mr Ericsson for
punishment - his ass had been bright red and welted. The other boys had
laughed and pointed. The boy had tried to hide the marks as he stripped
to change into his gym clothes, but two bigger boys grabbed him and
stripped him all the way and made him bend over and show all the rest,
and then they all took turns swatting his bare red ass with their hands,
enjoying the way he squealed with discomfort, and the way his big teen
cock got hard.
Bobby had joined in, swept away by his arousal. It had turned him on to
slap the boy's bare ass, and leave his hand there an instant too long,
liking the way the boy reacted, and the feeling of his smooth firm
cheeks.
They all got erections, and the ones who weren't yet naked stripped
eagerly, and they dragged the spanking victim to the showers, making him
kneel in the center of their circle as they beat off and shot their wads
of cum all over his naked body, coating him with hot sticky boy-juice.
The boy had jerked off too, looking hungrily at the circle of big hard
cocks all pointed at him, starting to cum just as the first big wads of
fresh teen semen started to hit his face, dripping down over his lips.
His tongue darted out to lick some up, and they all knew he was enjoying
it. They closed their circle, moving closer, aiming their spurts of
jism at the boy's mouth, and he opened it and lapped it all up, smiling
contentedly.
The next day Bobby heard that later that afternoon that scene had been
repeated, a gang of teen jocks had cornered the boy again, and spanked
his bare ass, but this time the boys had made their victim suck their
cocks, and afterwards the boy had been dragged into the towel room and
fucked by five of the senior football players. Bobby's balls churned
now as he imagined that happening to him, a gang of sweaty hard-muscled
jocks stripping him naked and making him service their cocks, then
taking turns fucking him. He knew now how it felt, he wanted more.
Mr Ericsson closed and locked the door of the punishment room.
"This is your first time in here, isn't it, Bobby?" the man asked as he
removed his jacket and shirt so he was wearing just his pants and tee
shirt.
Bobby noticed how youthful and attractive Mr Ericsson was with so little
on, and felt his groin throb with heat.
"Yes sir," the boy answered humbly. He was in for it now. All because
of his dick-head older brother! He would find a way to make Todd pay!
There was no way Bobby could know that what he had already told Mr
Ericsson was enough to give the Principal what he needed for a long-
anticipated session with the boy's jock-stud older sibling. Todd
would soon regret letting his younger brother go to school dressed
like that.
But for now it was Bobby's turn.
"Well then, I think I'll be lenient."
The man pulled a chair from one wall and sat on it. Bobby's hopes were
raised for an instant. Maybe he'd get off with just a lecture!
"I'll just give you an old-fashioned over-the-knee spanking with my
hand," Mr Ericsson said, stretching his arms to limber them up, making
Bobby's stomach churn with fear again.
Bobby noticed how muscular Brad was, and felt both aroused and fearful.
"But don't think you won't feel it," Brad said, "I know how to make a
boy squirm with just my hand. Come here."
Mr Ericsson reached out, motioning for Bobby to move closer.
Bobby approached the man fearfully, knowing there was nothing he could
do now but accept the punishment, and hope it would be enough to satisfy
the man, and his parents would not be told.
Once Bobby was close enough, Mr Ericsson grabbed him and slowly
undressed the sexy teen.
"Please, sir," Bobby whimpered fearfully. "You don't need to spank me,
I'll be good, I promise." He forced a few tears from his eyes, and
looked imploringly at the man, pouting sexily. That tactic had worked
sometimes with the boy's father.
Brad liked this part, especially with a new boy, getting him naked,
enhancing both his arousal and his fear at the same time, listening to
him beg. He liked it when they begged.
It was so easy to manipulate a boy like Bobby, eager for approval,
driven by teen lust, accustomed to getting his way by using his looks
and charm. The begging just heightened Mr Ericsson's pleasure in
administering the punishment, made him feel that much more justified in
making the boy wail and squeal with pain as he spanked him.
Stripping the boy naked first increased the teen victim's embarrassment,
made him feel helpless and vulnerable.
First Brad had the boy lift his arms overhead so he could remove his tee
shirt.
Bobby was surprised, he had assumed at most he would have to lower his
pants, that's all his dad did when he spanked him. He lifted his arms
and allowed his upper body to be rendered naked. The air of the room
was cool, and he shivered a little, both from the cold and from his
fearful anticipation of what was to come. He clutched his arms to his
chest, trying to conceal his body, afraid what came next, but Mr
Ericsson made him put his hands behind his neck, exposing his naked
torso.
Once he had Bobby's tee shirt off, Brad Ericsson stroked and fondled the
boy's naked upper body. He debated whether to call Coach Santini or
Assistant Coach Kozlowski, to observe and share the experience, but he
knew both were with classes, and he did not want to interrupt them.
Besides, having watched Bobby being stripped and fucked in the boiler
room yesterday, and then watching that again on tape just now, Brad was
eager to get his own hands on the sexy, well-hung muscle-boy, and having
the kid to himself was very appealing.
Later he would summon Bobby's tormentors, Mark Peters and his two
accomplices, for a more serious session of pain and pleasure. He would
have the two coaches join him then, after showing them the tape.
It would take the three of them to deal with the trio of athletes
properly. Those three boys were also uninitiated in the punishment
room, and he was looking forward to using all of its well-designed
features to teach them not to humiliate a younger boy that way again.
Brad was especially looking forward to disciplining the Peters boy, he
had been watching the teen stud for four years now, hoping he would
screw up somehow, seeing him grow more and more sexy and appealing and
arrogant. It would be a pleasure to bring him down a few notches, and
to enjoy that awesome physique and endowment first hand.
He might even ask the three boys' parents to sign them over to him for
an entire weekend, so that he and the two coaches could enjoy themselves
fully.
And Joe Jackson, too, Joe should be there. Brad's ass throbbed and
spasmed as he thought of Big Joe.
Well, that would come later, it was time now to deal with this luscious
piece of teen stud-meat. He stroked and rubbed and fondled the boy's
naked arms and chest and abs, loving their taught firm smooth flesh.
"You have a very nice body for your age," he told Bobby. It was true,
Bobby was very sexy, with smooth soft skin stretched taught over firm
teen muscles. "Flex for me."
Bobby was thrilled by the praise, and flexed his arms, then his pecs and
abs, showing off as requested for the man. The intimate attention to
his sexy jock teen body was lulling him into euphoria.
Mr Ericsson told Bobby he looked awesome, as he rubbed and pinched and
tugged the boy's large red nipples, and even leaned over to lick and
suck them, sending thrills of pleasure through the boy's body.
Bobby's already large nipples swelled larger from the attention, getting
hard and even more sensitive.
Ericsson tested to see how far he could go, twisting the boy's nipples
harder and harder, and Bobby moaned and gasped, but never objected. A
large wet spot appeared on his pants where the head of his rock hard
erection touched. His cock was leaking heavily, throbbing with pent-up
teen cum.
Brad told Bobby to tighten his abs, and was pleased to see what a nice
six-pack the boy had. He punched him lightly with his fist several
times, digging his knuckles into the boy's navel, and saw Bobby's eyes
go glassy.
"How does that feel?" he asked the gasping teen muscle boy.
"Oh!" Bobby moaned. "I like it."
Brad punched Bobby's tight belly harder, watching as the boy's eyes
rolled up into their sockets. The kid was born to be used.
"OH, sir!" Bobby grunted. "Yes, that feels good!"
Bobby gasped as he was stripped and fondled, enjoying the attention, but
fearful of where it would lead. Standing so close to the well-built man
he was even more aware how attractive and masculine Brad was.
Needing to steady himself, Bobby placed his hands on Brad's well-muscled
shoulders, and couldn't help grabbing them and enjoying their firm hard
power.
Brad smiled at him, sensing the boy's reaction. It was as he had
thought, Bobby had been such easy prey for the three older boys because
he was attracted to other men. He wanted intimate contact with their
bodies. Ericsson stripped off his own tee-shirt, then had the boy place
his hands on his bare shoulders.
"Go ahead, boy, enjoy yourself," he told Bobby, smiling. "I could tell
from the video that you enjoyed what happened to you, and I can see now
that you like my muscles. Just because I have to punish you doesn't
mean we can't have a little fun." Brad flexed his biceps and pecs for
the boy. "Go ahead, feel my muscles, it's OK."
Ericsson took pride in staying in shape, and had a lean, firm well-
muscled body.
Bobby reached out as if hypnotized. He was in awe of the man's
physique. Encased in his business suit and looking so stern and
authoritative, the man had not seemed so well-built, but now Bobby was
drawn to him powerfully. He rubbed and felt Brad's powerful shoulders
and biceps and pecs, and for a few minutes the man let the boy get his
fill of his hard firm muscles. Bobby's cock swelled harder than ever in
his briefs.
"You like that, boy?" Ericsson asked as Bobby stroked and rubbed his big
hard pecs.
"Oh yes, sir, yes!" Bobby breathed. The man's muscles were driving the
boy wild with lust.
Brad pulled the boy's head down to his chest, and Bobby eagerly licked
and sucked the man's nipples, loving the knobs of sexy flesh, and the
way the man growled with lust as he chewed on them.
"Yeah, kid, eat my pecs, suck em, yeah!" Brad loved having his pecs
chewed, his big nipples getting engorged with arousal, growing harder
and more sensitive. His erection swelled and dripped in his pants, and
he pulled the boy's head tighter against his chest, loving the kid's
urgency and eagerness.
But soon Brad made Bobby stop, and finished undressing the sexy teen.
Time to punish the naughty teen stud.
"That's enough, kid, time for that spanking," he said, subduing his own
urge to let the boy continue, let the sex-crazed youth pleasure him. He
reached out and undid Bobby's jeans, lowering the zipper slowly.
"Do you have to take ALL my clothes off sir?" Bobby pleaded. He didn't
want to be naked in front of the man, he already felt so helpless and
vulnerable, and next to this awesome muscle-god he felt puny and
scrawny.
"I'm afraid so, Bobby," Brad replied, grinning. "I like to have a boy
naked when I punish him so that he feels even more weak and vulnerable
and helpless."
Brad didn't mention that he also liked to see the boy's naked body,
fondle it and stroke it and arouse it and then use it for his own
pleasure.
Ericsson reached out and undid the belt of Bobby's pants, then opened
the snap, then pushed them slowly down. Brad had trouble getting the
boy's skin-tight pants off, which was fine, it gave him that much more
opportunity to get his hands on the sexy teen's body. It was obvious
from the way the boy dressed that he liked to show himself off, tease
people, invite attention. He would give the boy what he wanted.
Bobby steadied himself, fondling the man's body too, unable to stop
himself, fearful of what was to come, but by now totally aroused. As
his pants came down, the tent in his briefs was obvious, and Brad groped
it, sending a throb of ecstasy through Bobby's all but naked body.
"I see you're enjoying yourself," Principal Ericsson said.
Bobby moaned with pleasure as the man slid a hand inside the boy's
briefs to fondle his naked sex.
As Brad knew from the video, Bobby was very well hung, and he pulled the
boy's briefs down to reveal his huge member and heavy balls.
Bobby's throbbing boner swung up and slapped his belly, and a string of
cock ooze swung up and out, hitting Brad in the face. He stuck his
tongue out to lick some up, thrilling to the taste of fresh sweet boy
juice. He smiled, reaching out to wrap his hand around the long thick
piece of boy-meat. He enjoyed the look on the boy's face as he stroked
his large cock slowly and squeezed and tugged his balls. Big drops of
precum oozed out from the boy's piss-slit, and he scooped them up,
licking some from his fingers, using others to lubricate the big swollen
purplish knob, eliciting cries of delight, then fear from the boy.
"OH! Sir! Don't, or I'll cum!"
Bobby gasped and panted, right on the verge, afraid to do anything that
might make his punishment worse.
Brad grinned with satisfaction. That was good to know, the boy was on a
hair-trigger, it would be fun to make him cum while spanking him.
Once he had Bobby naked, Brad gave in for a while to his lust for the
boy and licked and sucked his pecs, then his abs. He reached both hands
around to grab the boy's firm ripe ass cheeks and pull them apart, then
shoved a couple of fingers up his ass, which was still well lubricated
with the man's spit from the time he had spent eating it out in his
office. He dug his fingers into Bobby's asshole, probing and rubbing
deeply as he sucked the teen sex-fiend's nipples.
Bobby gasped and squirmed with pleasure, loving the intimate attention
to his naked body, forgetting why he was there, what was about to happen
to him. He understood now why the man had loved having his nipples
sucked and bitten a few minutes earlier, he went delirious with pleasure
as the same thing was done to his large pec knobs.
"Oh Sir, yes! Suck my nipples like that! I love it, more!" For a
moment Bobby felt as though he was in charge, the man was at his mercy,
desperate for his hot teen body, he could make the man do whatever he
wanted. He grabbed Brad's head and pushed it towards his groin.
"More!" he growled. "Suck me, suck my cock! Ugnh!"
For a brief moment Brad lost control and let the muscle-boy have his
way, he opened his mouth to engulf the teen's rock hard cock.
Bobby gasped and shoved his cock into the man's mouth, wanting to cum.
"Yeah, that's it," he gasped. "Suck me, take my cock, make me cum!"
Brad was tempted to suck the boy to orgasm, the wet sticky drops oozing
from the tip of the boy's boner tasted like nectar, and he was eager to
taste a full load of hot teen cum. He sucked the boy expertly, hearing
his pants and moans grow louder and faster, feeling his cock swell
bigger, grabbing his huge nuts and squeezing them, feeling them roil and
churn with pent-up cum. He let the boy shove all nine inches of his big
dick all the way down his throat, choking him with it. He closed his
eyes and sucked and swallowed, deep-throating the huge rod, bringing the
desperate youth right to the brink.
"Yes!" Bobby moaned. "Yes! Almost there! Yes! Don't stop!@ YES!!"
But duty came first. Brad pushed the boy away just before the ultimate
moment, frustrating both of them, relinquishing the luscious piece of
boy meat, licking his lips to get the last drops of hot sweet cock ooze.
Later he would satisfy all his hungers for this awesome teen sex toy.
"Arrghh!" Bobby wailed in frustration. "No! Don't stop! Gotta cum!"
The boy grabbed his cock and started whipping his fist up and down on
the big fuck tube, but Brad slapped his hand away, grabbing his nuts and
squeezing hard. The boy wailed as agonizing pain surged through his
groin, and his orgasm fled.
Brad pushed Bobby farther away and stood then. He removed the rest of
his own clothes, taking off his shoes, then his pants, but leaving his
briefs on. May as well save some surprises for the kid.
The naked teen jock stood clutching his groin, his face screwed up in
pain as his balls slowly recovered from the man's assault.
Then the man pulled the boy across his legs and spanked him soundly,
stopping occasionally to fondle and arouse him.
Bobby's naked body spread over Brad's knees was a mouth-watering sight.
The boy was a beautiful teen stud, with smooth, almost hairless skin
tanned a deep golden brown, except for his alabaster pale ass, which
rapidly grew pink, then red, as Brad slapped it hard.
The boy yelped and wailed, and his muscular legs flailed helplessly as
he was spanked. He bucked and twisted, trying to escape his tormentor,
but Brad knew how to keep the boy in place, and loved his struggles.
Bobby's erect penis rubbed against Brad's legs as he bounced around, and
every now and then Brad stopped to play with it, keep it hard, milk boy-
juice from it and rub the slippery fluid around on the swollen super-
sensitive head, or use it to lubricate his finger as he drilled it
slowly into the boy's tight quivering asshole, sending spasms of
pleasure flooding through the naked teen's body, preparing that tight
hole for what would come next.
Bobby wailed and cried the whole time.
"Oww! Stop! It hurts! Please stop, I'll be good, I promise! Oww!@"
Towards the end of the spanking session, when Bobby's ass was a bright
cherry red, swollen and welted from the endless hard strokes of the
man's relentless paw, Brad was rewarded with loud yelps of abandon - the
boy ejaculated while he was being spanked. Brad made sure that
happened, by making the boy reach back to pull his firm ripe ass cheeks
wide apart as the man delivered well placed strokes to his bare pink
asshole with a riding crop, and worked the boy's fully erect cock with
his other hand, and that was enough to send Bobby over the top.
"Oh! Oh! Make me cum! Yes! Please! CUMMING! Yes! Please! Yes!
Yes! Arghhh!@"
Brad loved the way the boy begged for release, understanding that he was
at the man's mercy, and had to earn his fulfillment. The boy's entire
body was convulsed with the awesome ecstasy of having his asshole
spanked and his cock stroked by Mr Ericsson's expert hands. His cock
spurted cum endlessly, coating the man's bare leg, pooling on the floor.
Bobby's nuts ached with the force of his orgasm, as though every drop of
cum in them had been squeezed out.
Finally the boy collapsed limply over his captor's bare legs, spent and
exhausted.
Then Brad spanked the naked boy some more, slapping his firm ripe ass
hard, getting it even redder and puffier, until Bobby sobbed and begged.
"Oww! Please sir! Oww! Please stop! I'll be good, I promise! Oww!
No more, it hurts!"
That's when Brad had to control himself, a boy's begging like that made
him want to spank him harder, but he knew when to stop. Bobby was
really contrite now. Brad stopped slapping the boy's naked ass and
stroked and rubbed it comfortingly. It was red and puffy, looking even
more sexy and appealing to the man.
"All right," he said soothingly. "That's all, then. I think you've
learned your lesson for this time." He let his fingers slip into the
boy's crack, and rub his now super-sensitive hole, red and swollen from
being spanked with the riding crop. The still whimpering teen panted
and moaned with mingled pain and delight.
"Oh!" the naked boy gasped. "No, I can't take any more. Please. Oh,
please, yes, that feels good. No, it hurts. Stop, No, Don't, stop."
Bobby's head was spinning, he was delirious and confused, no longer sure
what he wanted, twitching and jerking with an overwhelming mixture of
sensations as the man manipulated his teen lusts expertly.
Rubbing the boy's bright red ass and stroking his now totally submissive
naked body, Brad felt his crotch throb. His cock had been rock hard
since the boy walked into his office. He thought of strapping Bobby
down over the spanking bench to fuck him that way, hard, fast, and
brutal, the way Mark Peters had done the day before, but decided it
would be better to make the sexy teen accept his impalement more
actively. He lifted the boy off his lap and stood him up.
Bobby's sexy naked body was still jerking in the throes of his orgasm.
His cock stuck out fully erect, still dribbling cum, and he stood
shakily, his eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth slack with
abandoned lust. He was a cock-tease if Brad had ever seen one, just
begging to be fucked hard. Brad leaned down and took most of Bobby's
still erect boner into his mouth, licking and sucking to get the last of
the boy's cum. No sense in letting that fresh teen boy-juice go to
waste! Its divine taste roused his own lust even more.
Bobby gasped and moaned with ecstasy.
The man stood and lowered his briefs to free his cock, which sprung out
long and thick and hard. It was even bigger than Mark Peters', and
through his sex-dazed eyes Bobby looked at it with hunger. He had
forgotten what was next, and once he saw that monster sex pole, he knew
only that he had to touch it.
Ericsson knew the effect his cock had on boys like Bobby, and took the
boy's hand, guiding it to the giant throbber. Bobby let his fingers
close around it. They didn't meet, and he gasped with lust, wanting to
suck it.
"Go ahead, boy, I know what you want, it's all yours," Ericsson said,
sitting back down on the chair, leaning back and spreading his legs to
offer his naked crotch to Bobby.
The boy knelt and serviced his master. He licked and sucked
desperately, wanting to engulf the huge tube of sex meat, but unable to
get more than a few inches into his eager mouth. Its giant purplish
mushroom crown glistened enticingly, and big shiny drops of precum oozed
steadily from the piss-slit, making Bobby drunk with desire as he licked
them up.
When he could hold off no longer, driven to abandon by the sight of the
naked boy kneeling in front of him, and the feeling of the boy's hot
mouth on his huge tool, Ericsson reached under the chair and grabbed the
bottle of lube he kept there.
"Stand up, boy," he slurred, and Bobby reluctantly obeyed, not wanting
to relinquish the beautiful cock. He still didn't realize what was
about to happen, and watched without concern as Brad squeezed a huge
glob of lube onto his giant cock, and spread it around. Then the man
made Bobby turn and bend forward and hold his ass cheeks apart while his
master worked lots of lube up the sexy teen's naked ass hole.
Despite its multiple violations the day before, Bobby's hole was still
virgin-tight, and Brad sighed with anticipation as he pushed one, then
two fingers up it, working the slippery fluid inside, stretching it a
little to prepare it for what was to come.
Bobby melted against the man at first, loving the renewed attention to
his rear end, the cool soothing slippery fluid on his red sore freshly
spanked asshole. But then he started to catch on, remembering the scene
in the office, and his naïve suggestion that the Principal fuck him.
"Later," the man had promised.
It was later now, and Bobby tried to pull away, suddenly fearful,
starting to realize what was about to happen.
"Wait," the boy protested, standing erect. "I think I've changed my
mind. I, uh, I need to go now."
The man's cock was even bigger than Mark's!
But Brad's strong hands reached around, holding the naked boy, caressing
his chest, rubbing his quivering abs, playing with his still erect teen
cock.
"Too late to change your mind, boy," Mr Ericsson said drunkenly. He
needed to fuck the boy now, needed to feel his cock up that tight teen
ass. "You've got me too hot, you little cock teaser. I've got to fuck
you."
Wrapping one arm around the naked boy to hold him in place, he lubed up
his cock and the boy's tight hot asshole, then slowly impaled the naked
teen.
Bobby submitted, knowing he had no choice, whimpering as he felt the
huge blunt fuck tool pressing against his asshole. The pressure
increased, his asshole stretched, he gasped, his asshole stretched
wider, then wider, it wouldn't fit! He cried out, tried to pull away.
"Wait, it's too big, I can't take it!"
But the man held him tightly, pulling the boy down onto his monster
pole.
"Sure you can, kid, you'll see," Brad slurred, pulling Bobby down harder
and harder, forcing the boy's ravaged hole wider and wider.
Bobby gasped, and wailed, as finally his asshole popped open, gave way,
and the man's giant cock was inside him.
The boy squealed, squirming in discomfort as Brad held it there. It was
too big. But slowly his hole relaxed a little, and Brad shoved in a few
more inches. Bobby yelped and squirmed.
"Oh! Wait. Too big, wait!"
But Brad jabbed it in further, and it started to feel good. The naked
boy sighed.
"Wait! No! OH! OH! Wait. Mmmmm."
Brad heard that sigh, knew what it meant, Bobby was ready.
He lifted the boy up so he could use the naked teen's own weight to
impale him.
He let Bobby go, and the boy felt himself sinking onto Brad's cock, it
felt like he would burst from the monster pole, it spread his tight hot
hole wider and wider, penetrated his ass deeper and deeper. It seemed
there was no end to it, he was being split apart.
"Oh! OH! It's so big! I can't take it all! Please, sir! OH! Oh!"
But eventually his butt cheeks pressed against the man's groin. He
gasped and squirmed and jerked as his body accommodated the huge
invasion.
"Sure you can, Bobby," Mr Ericsson crooned as he held the boy there, and
felt his cock swell and surge in response to the naked teen stud's jerks
and spasms. It was awesome, seeing his huge member buried up the boy's
cute little rear end, watching the boy squirm and twitch, his naked
hard-muscled teen form impaled on Brad's sex.
The boy's back was arched, his pecs were thrown out sexily, his legs
were spread as wide as they could go to admit the giant sausage, his
head was thrown back, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, his mouth wide
open, tongue extended, saliva drooling out and down over his chin.
And Bobby's cock was rock hard, sticking straight out. His balls were
pulled up tight, swelling with fresh cum.
Brad had both arms wrapped around the boy from behind now, stroking and
fondling the naked teen, rubbing his pecs, pulling his nipples, patting
his tight hard abs, flicking his hard cock, rubbing and squeezing his
balls.
Eventually the boy stopped jerking, and sighed.
That was Brad's signal, he lifted the boy again and drove his rock hard
ten-incher all the way home, and by the time his own orgasm arrived, he
had managed to fuck another orgasm out of the delirious sex-crazed teen
hunk.
It was rough going at first - it always was for Brad, few could take his
huge cock easily, but he had learned how to help them accommodate it,
working just a few inches in, then pulling out all the way, in again, in
and out just a little, in farther, then all the way, hard, loving the
gasps and squeals that first deep thrust produced.
Then out all the way, and a pause. The breathless "Thank you!" as his
victim thought he had escaped further violation. Then in again hard, all
the way in, more squeals and gasps, out slowly, in slowly, varying the
depth and rhythm until finally they gave in and loved it, begging for
more, and deeper, and harder.
Bobby saw stars as the giant pole was driven into his recently ravaged
asshole. He remembered the day before, felt like he was back in the
boiler room, Mark and his buddies were fucking him senseless, he had no
choice, he had to take it, he gasped and panted with mingled pain and
pleasure, his own cock swelling to full erection again as his ass was
spread wider and wider and the mammoth piece of fuck meat probed deeper
and deeper. It was filling him up, his balls were throbbing and
churning, the man was rubbing and caressing his naked teen muscles as he
bounced up and down on the huge pole.
Yes, now he loved it, the naked teen hunk was fucking himself on Brad's
big cock, bouncing up and down on it, forcing it deep inside himself,
loving it, wanting more, wanting it harder.
"Yes," he gasped. "Yes! More! Fuck me, give me your cock!"
Brad reached around the boy as Bobby moved up and down on his cock,
grabbing his large firm pecs, and holding on to them. The boy's muscles
felt great, he rubbed and stroked them, playing Bobby like a fiddle,
tracing the cuts of his abs with his fingertips, rubbing his large hard
nipples, working his rock-hard erection, squeezing his balls.
Soon he wanted to watch the boy's expressions, so Brad pulled his huge
cock out and turned Bobby to face him, had him straddle the chair and
impale himself on the giant pole again, sink onto it slowly, painfully
at first, then ride it like a pony, hands on Brad's shoulders, up and
down, fucking himself deliriously as Brad kissed and licked and sucked
and fondled his sexy teen muscle-stud face and body.
"Oh! God Yes! Fuck me! I need your cock! Give it to me! Harder!
Again! Fuck me harder!"
Brad's own exclamations of pleasure joined the boy's.
"Yeah, kid, take my big cock. Ride that cock, ride it, fucking your
tight hot ass, feels good, yeah, like that, ride it good!"
Brad was thankful as always that he had sound-proofed the room so well,
and no one outside could hear his or the frenzied teen's shouts and
screams of abandoned ecstasy.
He grabbed the boy and shoved his cock in hard, lifting him and dropping
him onto his huge cock.
"Ughnn!" Lifting him again, fucking him.
"Yeah! Ugnhh!" Loving the way it felt.
"Fuck yeah!" And the sounds the helpless youth made.
"Oh! Yes! Give it to me, fuck me! Harder!"
Brad's cock throbbed and swelled even bigger, his huge nuts churned with
hot fuck juice, ready to empty themselves.
He needed more control, had to cum, he lifted the sex-crazed naked teen
muscle boy and carried him to the spanking horse. No need to strap him
down, just lay him face down on the platform, turn the crank, get
Bobby's bare vulnerable ass at just the right level, just the right
angle.
"Hold on boy," he slurred, "here it comes."
Then place his cock there! Shove it in hard! And again!
Fuck the boy hard and fast. Make him squeal.
"Oh Sir!" Bobby yelled ecstatically. "Yes! Fuck me hard, sir, fuck me!
I love your big cock up my ass Mr Ericsson, give it to me hard! Fuck me!
Deeper! Harder! Ungh! Yes!"
Bobby's nuts spasmed as his cock erupted, the brutal fucking with the
man's giant tool forced another orgasm from him, and long thick ropes of
hot teen jism splashed onto the floor.
The boy's encouragement, his shouts of ecstasy, the spasms of his hot
tight ass as he achieved orgasm, all of those together drove Brad over
the edge at last, and he emptied his nuts up the boy's rear, grunting
with ultimate pleasure as his cock spurted over and over, and rivers of
hot sticky cum oozed out around his cock and down over the boy's balls
and legs to the floor to pool there.
One last thrust, deep and hard, hold it there, gasping and shouting, abs
spasming with delight, nuts exploding, legs quivering, hold it, hold it!
"Unghh! Fuck yeah, kid! Fucking your tight hot ass! Fuck@! Yeah!"
"Unghh! Yeah!"
"Yeah!"
When Brad could see again, he stepped back shakily. His slowly
softening log fell out of the boy's ass with a loud "plop!" He and
Bobby both sighed.
Then Brad led the still-naked, trembling boy to the bathroom, gave him
an enema, cleaned him up, and had him dress.
Bobby was dizzy with exhaustion and arousal.
He wanted more of Brad's cock, he wanted to lick and suck it more, and
feel it driven hard into his ass over and over. He was addicted to
cock, big hard man cock, hot sticky cum, muscles and sweat and cum.
He submitted willingly to Brad's ministrations, slowly coming back to
reality as his asshole was washed out and his body was washed and
toweled dry. He leaned against the awesome muscular man and wanted to
stay there forever.
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Back in his office, both of them clothed, Brad lectured the boy.
"All right, Bobby, I hope that will teach you never to lie to me."
He hoped of course it would encourage just the opposite, many boys
committed minor infractions of the rules so they would be sent to see Mr
Ericsson, then they sassed him to earn a session in the punishment room.
He looked at the boy's still dazed expression, watched as Bobby gazed
worshipfully at him, nodding obediently, rubbing his crotch, desperate
for more. Bobby would be back.
"Yes sir," Bobby said contritely, his cock still throbbing at the memory
of the man's huge cock up his ass, and his own cock spurting endlessly.
He felt the urge to take a crap and realized there must still be some
water from the enema inside him. He would go to the boys' room to get
rid of that, and jerk off. He had to cum again, his balls were still
swollen with fuck juice. And the way his ass cheeks burned and
throbbed from the spanking just made him hornier.
"Now you still need to apologize to Mr Jackson, of course," Mr Ericsson
said solemnly, "but he won't be free until tomorrow afternoon at 4PM, so
be sure you return here then."
"Mr Jackson?" Bobby asked fearfully. What new torment lay in store for
him?
"He's the custodian at the gym," the man said. "You owe him an apology
for trespassing in his area."
"Oh," Bobby stammered. "Of course, sir, I'll be here tomorrow."
Bobby remembered seeing a huge hulking black man in loose-fitting
coveralls at the gym, that must be this Mr Jackson. Well, of course, if
Mr Ericsson said he must apologize, he would. Gosh, what if Mr Jackson
had seen the tape too?
"Uh Sir," he asked fearfully, "you won't tell my parents, will you?"
Brad smiled.
"No, Bobby, I don't think your parents need to know, as long as you
behave from now on."
"Oh, thank you sir."
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In the hallway outside Mr Ericsson's office, rushing to the boys' room
to empty his bowels, Bobby almost bumped into Carlos, who stood blocking
his way.
"What's your hurry, amigo?" Carlos drawled.
Bobby tried to push past Carlos, who was about the same size and weight
and build as the blond sex-toy.
"I need to get to the john," he complained urgently.
Carlos held Bobby, still blocking his path. They were the only two in
the hall at that moment, and the way Carlos was restraining him made
Bobby's groin throb. Carlos's knee was in the blond stud's groin, for
one thing, grinding sexily against Bobby's boner, and he had one hand on
Bobby's shoulder, the other on one of his big hard pecs, rubbing his
classmate's still-erect nipple. His mouth was against the side of
Bobby's neck, nuzzling and rubbing. He grabbed Bobby's hand and placed
it in his crotch, where the sexy teen felt a thick tube of Latin sausage
throbbing.
"Maybe we should go to the john together," Carlos murmured in Bobby's
ear.
Bobby felt like he was drowning in Carlos's embrace. He and the dark
sexy Latino stud had never been friends, they ran with different crowds,
Carlos hung out with the rough kids who had motorcycles and tattoos.
Suddenly Bobby found Carlos very attractive.
"OK," he gasped.
Two minutes later Bobby and Carlos were together in a stall in the boys'
john. Bobby was seated, pants at his ankles, hand on his cock, stroking
it hard and fast. Carlos was standing, pants at his knees, tee shirt
worked up so Bobby could work his big juicy pecs, and his big fat Latin
cock was buried deep in the sexy blond's throat, forcing deep guttural
sounds of pleasure from Bobby's gut.
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Here's a glimpse of what happened in Mr Ericsson's office the next day
at 4 PM:
When the custodian stepped out of his grease-stained coveralls, he was
stark naked, and revealed the most muscular body, and the biggest cock
Bobby had ever seen. He looked like a marble statue of a giant Nubian
warrior, huge and black, rock-hard and glistening with perspiration. His
ebony cock was already erect, and stood out in front of him a foot,
stiff and enormous, a string of cock ooze drooling from the tip.
"I think the proper way to apologize to Mr Jackson is to give that big
cock of his the attention it deserves, Bobby," said Mr Ericsson sternly.
"Get down on your knees and lick it all over real nice and slow."
Brad had already stripped Bobby naked, and as he said that, he guided
the blond teen muscle-boy down onto his knees, and then made him crawl
slowly to the feet of the giant black muscle man.
Bobby looked up worshipfully at the huge cock that hovered in front of
him, its big swollen black head glistening with cock-ooze.
He opened his mouth to catch the big drop of juice that was dangling
from the piss-slit as it started to fall, and was rewarded with the hot
salty tang of sex on his wet pink tongue.
The black man reached down and cradled the boy's cute blond head in one
big hand while he guided his enormous fuck pole to the boy's sexy mouth,
rubbing the puffy head of his cock around on those soft smooth lips,
getting them all wet and slimy.
The dazed, worshipful look in Bobby's eyes told him this boy was going
to love servicing his big cock.
He teased him with it, rubbing it around all over his face, getting the
soft pretty skin wet with it, poking at the boy's mouth until he opened
it, then pulling away, making him wait. The boy wanted his huge cock,
these white pussy-boys always wanted his huge cock.
Finally the big black giant let the boy have what he wanted, he released
his cock and the boy's head, and just stood there and let Bobby lick and
suck it.
"Yeah, boy, lick my cock, yeah, just like that."
His deep rumbling drawl was soothing, comforting, hypnotic. Bobby
wanted to do whatever it said.
"Take your time, boy," it went on, "enjoy it. Make Big Joe feel good.
Open wide, let's see how much of it you can get inside that sweet hot
little mouth of yours. Yeah, good boy, that's it, take it in, suck on
it some. Unh huh, that's good. Now some more, take it deeper. Unh huh.
Yeah, like that. Slow now, don't want ya to choke on it - yet."
Brad was kneeling next to Bobby, fondling and caressing the boy,
reassuring him, guiding him. He had tied Bobby's hands loosely behind
his back, so the boy couldn't touch himself, but now and then he would
play with the teen stud's big hard cock, stroke it a while until the
boy's eyes glazed over, then tug at his balls, then squeeze them slowly
harder and harder until sweat broke out on Bobby's forehead and he
grunted with pain, then ease up, play with the boy's sensitive nipples,
then finger his ass.
All the while Bobby continued to lick and suck the custodian's huge
cock. It was his entire world now, all he wanted or needed, to service
this beautiful ultimate piece of fuck meat.
Joe Jackson chuckled deep in his chest, enjoying the way the boy was
enjoying his big cock, and Bobby felt happy, knowing that he was
pleasing this black giant. The man's huge cock was stretching the boy's
mouth impossibly wide, but it felt good to the boy, he wanted to take
more, he wanted to take it all, engulf it and make Big Joe happy.
Bobby hadn't started to think yet about what else the man might want to
do with that lethal piece of meat, like drill it slowly into the sexy
white boy's tight little ass and fuck his brains out. Big Joe had seen
the tape of Bobby getting fucked by Mark, and another of Bobby getting
fucked by Brad. He knew what the cute little white boy liked. Time for
that later. For now - suck, lick, swallow, suck. Bobby was in heaven.