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Kyle was an 18 year old high school senior. Excelled at sports. Aced most of his classes. Except one. That was his history class. His teacher Mr. Caine secretly lusted after Kyle. Caine was a tall hairy guy. He was also a well respected teacher. With Kyle on the verge of flunking, Kyle talked to his parents and girlfriend who convinced him to talk to Caine about making up some assignments. Since he had sometime before graduation. “Kyle. I’m not sure if there’s enough time for you to make up the class.” “Please Mr. Caine.” “I’ll do anything you say.” “Anything?” Caine raised his eyebrow. “Yessir”. “I need to pass so I can graduate.” Caine got up walked over to Kyle unzipped his pants and pulled them down. “Suck my hard cock Kyle.” “Sir, I’m not gay.” “You’re not going to pass my class either.” “If you don’t do as I say.” Kyle knew he had no choice. He took in Caine’s big thick cock and started sucking him. Caine got undressed and ordered Kyle to get undressed. Both completely naked. Caine positioned the young man on a chair leaning him against the wall. Caine slowly slid his dick into the young man’s virgin tight hole. Kyle screamed with an unlubed dick went in. Caine didn’t care. He was rough fucking the young man. For Kyle what felt like hours was almost over. Caine felt his dick pulsate in Kyle’s ass. Shooting several loads into him. Caine grunted. Pulled out. Kyle fell to the floor. Caine got dressed. Smiled at him. “You passed my class.” Then walked out. Before Kyle could pull himself together. The overweight 53 year old custodian came in. Saw a naked Kyle with loads coming out of his ass. Decided to fuck him too. Before Kyle could do anything the old man was inside of him shooting off his loads……unfortunately for Kyle the custodian threatened to tell his girlfriend. Unless he continues to have sex with him and a few of his friends.
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Juan was an eighteen year old high school student. His Latino looks.. his fit body from playing football and track. His girlfriend Jane. A redhead with blue eyes knew how to keep him happy. Jane would go only so far. By jerking and sucking Juan’s cock. Though Juan would sneak around and fuck Jane’s best friend Sara. Juan’s math teacher. Mr. Kane liked Juan and saw a lot of potential in him. Juan needed extra tutoring. Mr. Kane wanted the best for Juan, and for him to succeed in life. Kane would have Juan over for dinner every so often. Sometimes with Jane. Kane’s wife, Susan was a Korean woman. She was also a teacher in a different school. They had two young boys. Sam and Terry. Susan loved her family. But with her husband working two jobs there for tired a lot of the time. Kane could only give her a quickie . Kane was 5’9. Stocky balding dark hair blue eyes. Susan was also 5’9. Slender dark hair and eyes. Both were 41 years old. And have been married for fourteen years. Juan and Jane were making out in his car in an empty parking lot. Juan was getting further with Jane. He finally was able to get her to lower her shorts and he pull down her panties. And using his hands to rub her pussy. Slowly he moved his hard uncut cock placing the tip of it on her pussy and slowly started to rub it. Slowly starting to put it into her. “Juan.” “Stop.” “Ok” Juan said disappointed. “I’m sorry babe.” “I’m just not ready.” to be continued…….
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“All right folks, settle down please,” my request might have been ignored by the class were it not balanced by my deep, booming baritone. It was always a challenge trying to keep the kids thinking of me as a trusted approachable confidante while continuing to command their respect as an authority figure. Luckily I had an advantage in the commanding department, standing at least a head above most of them at my full 6’6’’ height, and weighing double what they did with 230 pounds of solid muscle, due to my addiction to the weight room and my years of athletics, first as a student wrestler, then as coach of the high school team. I knew from personal experience that the coaches and trainers who got the best results were the ones who could still do everything they asked their team to do. There was also the possibility that I kept myself ripped and rock hard so I could keep up with the young firm fuckers who I met on the weekends at the gay clubs in the city an hour away, but we’ll get to that later. Not surprisingly, the lunchroom full of teens responded exactly as I expected, transforming from a swarm of squealing, socializing, self-obsessed psychos into seated, silent, smiling students. “For those of you who are new to the school or have selective summer amnesia from too much sun and daytime tv,” my joke got a few laughs and some eye rolls, just as it did every year. “this is senior seminar and I am your wise and wonderful leader, Coach Adams. Over the next few months, we’ll be meeting here every morning with one goal in mind. Any idea what that goal is…Ben Stone?” Ben was co-captain of my wrestling squad, easily one of the most popular kids in the school, and the consummate player. He’d gotten under the blouses and into the panties of most of the girls in the room and probably a couple dozen junior and sophomores. He was also known to cut class, make only enough effort to maintain his athletic eligibility and convince his adoring fans to do his papers for him. Usually I had no reason to call him out on his shit since he was one of the most enthusiastic athletes I knew, but I didn’t fuck around when it came to this class. Thus he was so caught up in texting under the small fold out desktop connected to his chair in the second row of the lecture hall that he hadn’t noticed me coming closer until I was right next to him, collecting his phone and clasping my hand on his shoulder. His slouched posture, splayed legs and half-lidded eyes suddenly morphed in front of the entire class until he was the definition of attentive. Still it was too late to figure out what I’d asked him, so he just stammered and looked more and more freaked until I was sure the rest of the class saw how serious I was. “The one goal of this class: for each and every senior graduates with good grades, good test scores and goes on to a great university.” After a decade of running this course, I knew I could deliver everything I just explained, and more. Since senior seminar was instituted at Regent Academy, the dropout rate was practically nonexistent, the collective GPA of the graduating classes was a 3.8, 97% of grads went on to receive degrees from four year universities, and many of them earned scholarships and entry into the Ivy League. What began as a class designed to catch the kids who were slipping through the cracks, had grown into a required course for every senior at Regent. The program was so successful other schools were paying top dollar for us to set up similar seminars, while national education programs were writing articles and essay about it in journals and textbooks. So, yeah, I was pretty sure I’d have no trouble doing it again for these kids. When the bell sounded for passing period, the 70 kids lined up and headed out with my signature verifying that they’d each signed up for a weekly session with our college counselor, 4 or more test prep sessions with teachers from various departments at the school, and 2 or more extra-curricular activities that they could put on their college résumés. As each kid passed, I shook his or her hand and offered congratulations on taking the first step towards a college degree. 70 hands later, I waved to the last girl out the door and turned back to my desk, not expecting to see a tall handsome young man still standing by the extra-curricular sign up forms at my desk. He must have been new, because I made it my business to know every senior by the first day of seminar, and there was no way I’d somehow missed a cute piece of meat like him. “I don’t know if they had bells at which ever school you used to go to,” I said, walking over and stacking the many papers on my desk. “but at this school it means it is time to haul ass to your next class. You can come back and get your form signed by me after school, just hurry off before you end up being late on your first day. Not the best way to make a first impression.” “You’re right about that sir,” the boy said, smiling at me, causing my cock to twitch beneath my khakis. It was a good thing I wore my tightest jock today. “I do owe you an apology for being late this morning.” “Since I didn’t even notice you coming in late, we’ll call it even. Now hurry up or you’ll be apologizing to your next teacher too.” Walking to the door and opening it, I was stunned to look back and see him chuckling while taking his messenger bag off and dropping it onto the chair opposite mine. Cute or not, this kid needed a reality check if he thought I was joking, especially when I’d spent the past hour lecturing on the responsibility he’d be taking on in my class. “Maybe I’m not being clear enough. Either you get out of my class and into your next one or I’ll have you sent straight back to where ever you learned that it is okay to ignore your teachers.” “Actually, I’m the one who wasn’t clear,” the boy responded, obviously trying not to laugh, which made my temper flair and my Dick stiffen. “I’m not apologizing for being late to class.” “Watch it Kid!” My voice got louder and deeper and I felt my face getting red as I crossed to him and prepared to drag him out of the room, if necessary. “I’m apologizing for being late to work,” his words stopped me dead, just as my hand reached out to grab his firm, muscular arm. “I’m not a student Coach Adams. I’m Andrew Macintosh, your intern for the year.” After we had a good laugh about my mistaking him for a student, Andrew and I sat down so we could get to know one another. Currently in his first year of a master in education program at CSU, Andrew was new to the area and excited to get started as my intern. Maybe I was used to seeing teachers go back to school for their masters or maybe it was the fact he’d graduated college at 19, but either way I couldn’t get over how young he looked, and I wondered how the kids would ever take him seriously if he was only 2 years older than they were. That’s why when He tried to convince me to refer to him as Andy, I insisted he go by Mr. Macintosh in front of the students. We ended up compromising and agreeing I’d call him Mr. Mac. As for me, it had been so long since I’d gone by anything other than Coach that I told him I’d probably ignore anyone who called me by my real name. “Coach it is then.” There was that smile again. Even in my smallest jockstrap I could feel my Dick throbbing and leaking against my leg. Thank God he couldn’t see under the desk. “So coach, what’s next on the agenda? What classes will I be helping you with this year?” “Well that’s a good question, cause you just sat through one of the two classes I teach all day,” Mac’s surprise was clear on his face, so I decided I’d better explain. ……………… When I first started at Regent, all I knew how to do was wrestle and coach wrestling. Since you can’t major in heavyweight wrestling positions, I’d floated through college from major to major until my senior year when I looked at what credits I had and realized the only major that offered me any chance of completing the requirements before I aged out of my athletic scholarship was English. After medaling at a couple wrestling tournaments and making the Olympic team as an alternate, I had big dreams of opening a gym where I’d coach young guys who wanted to be competitive wrestlers. Even with a degree and my credentials, no bank was going to loan me the money to start a gym, so I started looking for work that would allow me to save enough on my own. I tried personal training, private security, even modeling for a while, but everything I tried that was steady didn’t paid well enough to let me support myself and save for my gym, and I couldn’t rely on booking the jobs that paid bank. That was when a customer at the gym where I trained recognized me from my college wrestling days. Turns out I’d kicked his ass at every match, and he’d kept an eye on my career from my exhibition matches to my Olympic try, but lost track of me ever since. After he discovered I was working odd jobs, he asked me to go for a drink and discuss my dream of opening a gym. We drank until my tongue got loose and I admitted to doing to modeling for some men’s underwear catalogues, which he asked if he could see. Back at my apartment I reluctantly pulled out the proofs of the catalogue and pretty soon we were joking about how little I had to cover my big uncut Dick. Before I could say no, he said he wanted to wrestle me again and told me to strip down. This guy might have been in my weight class in school, but as he pulled off the oxford shirt and crisp grey wool slacks he’d worn that day to his investment firm, it was obvious he’d kept in shape, but no longer had the musculature he’d need to take me on. Still, I was drunk and in the closet and he was hot as hell, so we stripped to our jocks and I got out a mat I used for working out. Just as I thought, I had him pinned in seconds every time. When the fifth ‘match’ began, he almost got me in a choke hold because I’d lost focus due to his jock-clad cock pressing against my butt. Instinct kicked in and I accidentally went 100% for a second, flipping him over me in the air and wrapping my legs around his head. Realizing I was choking out the first and only potential investor in my gym, I loosened my legs and started to pull away, but stopped when he grabbed my thighs, leaned forward and sucked my semi-hard Dick through the flimsy white Bike jock. Moaning, I spread my legs and let him wriggle free so he could uncover my cock and suck it for real. In minutes, I was balls deep inside him, breeding his ass on the floor, and listening to him admit that he’d fantasized about me since the first time he saw me in my singlet. When he left that night around midnight, with three loads up inside his hole, he set up a time for us to meet at his office the next day. Imagine my surprise when I walked in and was greeted by pictures of him with his wife and young son. All business, he explained to me that the only way a bank would ever give me the loan was if I got a steady job and held it down for a few years. Crushed, I let him suck me off on his plush leather sofa, and left with no clue what I could do to convince a bank I was trust worthy. A week passed before I was approached at the gym by another man who explained that my investment banker friend was also a friend of his and he had some possible work for me. Unsuspecting and figuring there was no way a married man would share what had happened between the two of us, I met this guy at his house so he could look at my résumé and as it turned out, he was a recruiter for some major business firms. When he mentioned that our mutual friend had told him I’d spent some time modeling for underwear catalogues, he told me he had to see them to be sure nothing I’d photographed would come back to disqualify me from a position at one of the firms. This led quickly to asking me for a live show and soon I was sliding my Dick in his was while he bent over his kitchen table and begged for me to breed him. When I went to leave that night he apologized for wasting my time and told me I didn’t have enough experience to work for any of the companies he recruited for. Crushed again, I almost ran into a young guy as he let himself into the house. Looking panicked, the man thanked me for the training session and insisted he’d see me for another one sometime when his son wasn’t just coming home from wrestling practice. Scarred and shocked that he would have me fuck him with his son possibly catching us at any moment, I stammered some hello and good bye and ran out as fast as I could. A few days later at the gym, I saw the teen pointing me out to someone and the two of them heading my way. Frozen with fear, I prepared for the guy to arrest me for god-knows-what, even though I’d done nothing illegal. Instead I was pleasantly surprised when the teen introduced himself again and explained that the man with him was the athletic director from his school. When his son almost caught the two of us, his dad had quickly made up the fact I was his trainer, but he must have had to explain more because his son told me that his Dad explained that I had been a nationally ranked wrestler and when he told the athletic director at his school, the man insisted on meeting me. Turns out the wrestling team was currently coached by an over-zealous father who’d been all state in wrestling years earlier. This made him an expert, even though the team had zero wins all season and some of the kids were transferring to different private academies in order to be on a team where they might win. After I verified my history and accolades, the athletic director invited me to come to a practice the next day and see if I might be willing to coach the kids. It probably took me 5 minutes before the inept techniques and out of date practices of the volunteer coach forced me to laugh. 5 minutes more and I was yelling out corrections for his stupid directions. 2 more minutes and I had half the team watching as I demonstrated the proper hold positions. Turning beet red, the father got in my face and started yelling profanities telling me he would kick my ass for this. Instead I offered to wrestle him to see which one of us was more suited to coach the team. Looking at the athletic director to get some support, the dad got even angrier when the man threw up his hands and told us to go for it. Stripping off his shirt and sucking in his gut, he did some stretches and began trash talking me. He was promising a world of hurt and a hospital stay, until I stripped off my own shirt and shorts, revealing my Olympic singlet. He got very pale as we got into the first position, and I think he whimpered when the bell sounded. Fastest pin I’d ever made. I asked him if he wanted a rematch, and he just shook his head and left. That same night, the AD of the school explained that the only way he could hire me as a paid coach was if I could work in some way on the academic side too. For the third time in the past few weeks, I felt empty, knowing there was practically nothing I could offer. But before I could leave, the man asked me what my degree was in. When I said English, he smiled and said I could teach remedial English as a visiting lecturer, and in the mean time, the school would pay for me to take the necessary classes to complete my teaching certificate. 2 years later I celebrated my 25th birthday by receiving my teaching certificate in front of my all-state wrestling champion team.
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Brian knocked on Mr. Miller’s office door. He checked his watch and found that he was a few minutes early. He felt a bit nervous, not knowing what Mr. Miller had planned for his final. It was Brian’s sophomore year in college, and while he did well in most classes, Brian found his psychology class was kicking his ass. Brian wasn’t a bad student. His mind just didn’t click when it came to psychology. That’s why he had been so relieved when Mr. Miller offered to help him raise his grade. Mr. Miller had given Brian videos to watch to help him memorize information, and after weeks of videos, Brian was feeling ready. “Your final will be held in my office at three,” Mr. Miller said. “Make sure to watch the review video the night before. It’ll help make sure you’re fully prepared.” The idea of being alone with Mr. Miller also excited Brian since he had a huge crush on the man. Mr. Miller was in his 40s, black hair with bits of gray starting to show through. Bits of chest hair stuck out of his shirt collar whenever Mr. Miller wore polo shirts. He was around 6 foot 3 which was a few inches taller than Brian. Brian knew that Mr. Miller used the school’s gym whenever he could, leaving him with a strong body. Brian had never been able to see Mr. Miller at the gym himself, though he had tried to on several occasions. Seeing Mr. Miller in the showers would send Brian to an early grave if it ever happened. Brian knew he didn’t stand a chance. Mr. Miller was straight from what he knew. Every female student tripped over themselves when they saw him. Brian knew many hoped they could get knocked up by him. Secretly, Brian would have wanted the same thing if he had been a woman. The idea of having a part of Mr. Miller growing inside of him gave Brian a boner as he stood outside the office door. The door opened, revealing Mr. Miller inside. “Hey, Brian. Come on in.” “Thanks, Mr. Miller” As Brian entered the office, he breathed in deep, smelling the cologne Mr. Miller always wore. It filled the space. Brian’s cock throbbed as he leaked precum into his boxers. As Mr. Miller circled around to his desk, Brian adjusted himself, hiding his growing bulge. “So, have you been diligent in watching all the videos I’ve sent you?” “Yes, Sir,” Brian said. “I found them informative. I really feel like I’m understanding psychology.” “That’s great, Brian,” Mr. Miller said. “And you watched the review video last night?” “Sure did,” Brian told him. “Sounds like you’re ready,” Mr. Miller said. He turned to his computer and started typing, his eyes looking at Brian for a brief moment. “Shall we begin?” “Sure,” Brian said. “Good.” Mr. Miller pressed a button on the keyboard and a sound filled the office. Immediately, Brian’s eyes glazed over and his expression changed from nervousness to a blank stare. “You have watched the videos diligently,” Mr. Miller said, smiling. “Many students in the past have skipped several or failed to even try watching any of them. I’m glad to have someone so committed now under my control.” Mr. Miller stood up and locked his office door. He had made sure his schedule had not shown any meetings that day, making it look as if he was nowhere to be found. He circled around his desk, stopping in front of Brian who was still staring straight ahead. “Tell me, Brian, who do you belong to?” “I belong to you, Master,” Brian said, his voice holding little emotion. “And what are you, Brian?” “I am a cumdump,” Brian said. “I am an object to be used by men. I am your sex slave, dedicated to you for the rest of my life.” “And will you do whatever I tell you?” “Yes, Master. Whatever you command, I will do.” “That’s right,” Mr. Miller said, reaching out a hand and brushing his palm along the side of Brian’s face. “The best part of this, Brian, is that the part of your mind that was unaware of the subliminal messages in the videos I sent you, is still aware of what is happening to you right now. You just can’t do anything about it. Though, I doubt you’d want to do anything. I know that you’ve had a thing for me. I’ve seen you try to hide your erections in class. I also saw a post from you on Faggot Fantasies. Yes, I know it’s all done under screennames, but a friend of mine was able to hack into your computer ages ago, allowing me full access to everything on your computer. Yes, everything. I saw the post you wrote about me, wanting to take my cock up your ass. You wrote that you’d swallow my load every morning if you could. You wrote you’d even get my name tattooed on your body. I must admit, that pushed me over the edge. Did you mean that, Brian?” “Yes, Master.” Mr. Miller smiled. “Good. I’ll keep that in mind. Stand up.” Brian complied. “Remove all your clothing except for your underwear.” Brian started stripping as Mr. Miller reached back and clicked a button on his computer. The hidden cameras Mr. Miller had set up all turned on, recording Brian as he removed his clothing. “I see someone is hard,” Mr. Miller said, reaching out and pressing down on Brian’s still-clothed hard-on, watching as it bounced back up, standing straight out from his body. “How often do you masturbate?” “Twice a day, Master.” “Twice a day?” Mr. Miller said. “Normally, I would tell all young men to be masturbating as much as possible. There is nothing more important than physical pleasure. However, since you are to be my slave, I will be insisting on you no longer touching your cock unless I tell you. Is that understood?” “Yes, Master.” “I see you spend some time at the gym,” Mr. Miller said, reaching out and rubbing a hand along Brian’s chest and abs. “That’s good. You’ll be doing more of that from now on. I see that you’re naturally hairy. Normally, I like hairy men like myself, and I can see you one day looking like me, but, as my slave, I want you hairless. When you get home tonight, you will shave off all your hair except for what’s on your head. Understand?” “Yes, Master,” Brian said. “Tell me, Brian, are you a virgin?” “No, Master,” Brian said. “Who took your virginity?” “My neighbor,” Brian said. “And how old is your neighbor?” “Thirty-seven.” Mr. Miller smiled. “You like older men. That’s good. Older men should always have young men available to them. Experience breeds excellence. It is the best way to learn. Do you have a boyfriend?” “No, Master.” “Good. You won’t need one. You belong to me now. My pleasure is the only thing you’ll need to care about now. Understand?” “Yes, Master,” Brian said. “Your pleasure is all I care about.” “Brian, what is a dark fantasy of yours?” “I want to have your babies, Master,” Brian said. “If I was a woman, Master, I would want to have your babies.” “Really?” Mr. Miller said. He turned and looked directly into one of the cameras, smiling. His hand slipped down and rested on his growing bulge. “Are you on PrEP?” “No, Master.” “Good boy,” Mr. Miller said. “That’ll make it easier. You’ll be carrying my babies sooner than you know. Would you like that, Brian?” “Yes, Master. It is all I want. It is all I live for.” “That’s right, slave,” Mr. Miller said, stepping away from his desk and circling around Brian. He grabbed the young man’s shoulders and ran his hands along his arms, feeling his muscles and warm skin. Mr. Miller stepped closer, pressing himself against Brian’s back, his groin grinding against the young man’s ass. He pressed his lips against Brian’s neck and kissed him, starting off slow before making sure there were marks left on his skin. “Do you like BDSM, Brian?” “I’ve never tried it, Master.” “What have you tried?” “I’ve been fucked in the ass, Master,” Brian said. “I’ve also given blow jobs.” “Do you use condoms?” “Yes, Master.” “Wrong!” Mr. Miller shouted, slapping the back of Brian’s head. “You never use condoms. Sex is meant to be bareback. You’ll never touch a condom again. In fact, you are allergic to condoms. Touching one will cause your skin to bleed, and not the kind of bleeding we like. Understand?” “Yes, Master.” Mr. Miller inserted his fingers into the waistband of Brian’s boxers and pulled them down, his erection causing some resistance. Mr. Miller moved the boxers down Brian’s legs, his lips moving along the young man’s back and ending at his ass. Mr. Miller released the boxers and then grabbed hold of Brian’s ass, one hand per cheek, and spread them apart slightly. He inserted his nose and breathed deep. “I love the smell of a young man barely broken in. Soon, your hole will be a ruined mess, full of cum and swollen from constant assault. Do you want that, Brian?” “Yes, Master.” Mr. Miller pressed his mouth into the young man’s ass and started kissing his hole, moving his tongue over the sweaty skin and hair, relishing the taste. He wanted to force himself further into Brian, invade his body completely, but not just yet. After several minutes of eating Brian’s ass, Mr. Miller backed away and looked at his work, seeing hair matted with his saliva and skin rubbed raw from his beard. It seemed Brian had sensitive skin. That would work well in Mr. Miller’s favor. “Turn around,” Mr. Miller said. Brian turned, his erection now sticking straight on toward Mr. Miller’s face. “How big is your cock, Brian?” “Six inches, Master.” “Average size,” Mr. Miller said. “The thing is, average is pointless. Only men with truly superior cocks, cocks like mine, should ever enter another man’s ass or throat. Since you will be my bottom slave, there is no point in your dick every getting hard. You’ll need to learn how to cum from using your ass. Do you understand?” “Yes, Master.” Mr. Miller looked below to where low hanging testicles were waiting. “Now these are beautiful. Wearing boxers with balls that hang this low is dangerous. I think we’ll see how far we can get these to hang. How does that sound?” “Perfect, Master.” “You will gain pleasure from your hole being used and your balls being tortured. Is that understood?” “Yes, Master.” “Good. Now, lose your erection.” No sooner had the words been said that Brian’s cock started to deflate, shrinking down considerably.” “A grower not a shower. That’ll be good for what I have in store.” Mr. Miller stood up and circled around his desk, opening a drawer in which he pulled out a cock cage. “This,” Mr. Miller said, holding up the cage, “Will make sure you don’t get hard without my permission. You will wear this everyday without fail. You will never take it off unless I allow it. There is a lock on the cage which I have the key to.” Mr. Miller came back around to Brian and fitted the cage on his cock. Even though he had shrunk, it was still a tight fit. “This lower section wraps around your balls. Now, normally, if you tried to get hard, it would pull on them, causing you pain. Unfortunately, since you’ve got low hangers, it will hardly do a thing. Still, it’s the thought that counts. Now, get dressed.” Brian started pulling his clothing back on as Mr. Miller circled back around to his computer where he clicked a button and the cameras turned off. “I’ll be giving you an A in my class. However, you will not be returning home this summer. Instead, you will be staying here with me. I’ve already written up a letter to your parents, telling them that you are to be shadowing me this summer, acting as an intern. Of course, the school knows nothing about this. What you will actually be doing is living in my house as my slave. I will be training you to serve me in every way possible. By the end of the summer, you will decide to drop out of college. I know you parents will be livid, but we’ll figure out a way to make you disappear without them having to be overly concerned. For the rest of your life, or, until I grow tired of you, you will be my slave and do nothing but think of how you will pleasure me. I will keep you under my control forever, though, there will be nothing of the old you left by the end of the summer. With each passing day, a bit of your old mind will fade until you remember nothing of your old life. There will only be me, your Master. Is that understood?” “Yes, Master,” Brian said, clothed once more. “You will go to your dorm room, shave yourself, and then pack all your things. You will then meet me at this address. It is my home. We will be selling your things as you have no use for them. I will take the money and buy more toys which I will use on you. Is that understood?” “Yes, Master.” “You belong to me now, Brian,” Mr. Miller said. “I am the only thing that matters. You will give yourself over to me completely. In return, I will fulfill your darkest fantasy. I will give you my babies. You see, Brian, I’m poz, and I’ll be knocking you up with my strain. What do you say to that?” “Thank you, Master,” Brian said. “It is all I’ve ever wanted.”
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Anthony was an eighteen year old high school senior. 6 foot talll 160 pounds with a tone body. Dark brown hair and brown eyes. He was into sports. Knew how to use his looks and body on how to pass his classes, by flirting and teasing his teachers. Especially his three male gay teachers. Getting a passing grade by promising to sleep with them. But first they have to pass him. Never sleeping with them. He would slip a sleeping pill into their drinks. And getting away with it. Until his third teacher Mr. Douglas, a mild overweight man who was 5’9 230 pounds of fat. ”Anthony, you’re having trouble passing this class.” “It’s too late for a make up test.” Mr. Douglas said matter of factly. “There’s got to be something I can do.” Anthony said. “I’ll do anything to pass your class Mr. Douglas.” “Anything.” ”Anything?” Mr. Douglas repeated. “Yessir.” Anthony said. Knowing he had gotten his teacher where he wanted him. “Here’s my address.” “Meet me at my place around 8 tonight.” Don’t be late.” Anthony got to Mr. Douglas’s home just before eight. “Anthony, nice to see you on time, please come in.” They walked to the living room on the coffee table was a bottle of wine with two wine glasses filled with wine. “Please, Anthony sit down.” Anthony sits. “Mr. Douglas. I’m not twenty one. It’s illegal for me to drink.” ”One glass won’t hurt you.” “I forgot my phone it’s in my room.” “I’ll be back in a second.” Anthony took the few seconds to take a pill out of his pocket and put it in Douglas’s glass. Unaware that the good teacher saw him on his camera. “So that’s how he got out of having sex with Mr. Kane and Mr. Lynch.” He quickly texts both teachers and tells them and to be at his place in an hour. Douglas returns to the living room. He pretends to spill his drink and asks Anthony to get paper towels from the kitchen. In that moment. Mr. douglas switched drinks. Topping off the wine glass. Once the table is cleaned up. Both drink from the glasses. Anthony suddenly feels sleepy. “Are you alright Anthony?” Mr. Douglas pretending to be concerned. “Let’s go to my bedroom and you rest for a bit.” Mr. Douglas gets the unsuspecting student into his bed. And surprisingly lets him take off his shirt. when Anthony wakes up. He’s naked and surrounded by Mr. Kane, Mr. lynch and Mr. douglas all naked and with hard ons. “It’s time to really earn your grades Anthony.” Mr. Lynch said. “Anthony went to move only to find he’s been handcuffed to the post of the bed and his ankles tied with his legs spread.
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NOTE: This is a 4 part story, I wrote all of it already, but I'm translating it to English. PART 1 Everyone said that Andrew had only become friends with me in the last year of school because of interest. He was the typical popular guy who doesn't really care about studying, whereas I've always been the nerd. Until that year, we had never really talked, but all of a sudden, he started to sit next to me. Within weeks, he had me under his wing. All the people who ignored me at school suddenly became my friends. He would always need help with his homework and he asked me to give him the responses of the tests, so everyone said he was just using me. But it was thanks to him that I started talking to people more, so it was a fair exchange. On weekends, we always went to someone's house to drink, which I had never done before. What no one saw is that Andrew was really a nice guy to me. Whenever we were alone, he did everything he could to get a smile out of me. He promised to protect me and said I was the only person he could really trust, so I trusted him too. Naive as I was, it didn't take me long to fall in love. The year went by very quickly and graduation was just around the corner. Andrew still hadn't received his grades in some subjects and he was afraid of failing the finals. I was not worried about my grades, so my real fear was what would happen next year. I would go to college, he would start working, so we wouldn't see each other that often. I was scared at the prospect of us getting too far apart and the friendship ending. That's why I decided to completely open up to him. If I confessed my feelings, maybe he could say he felt the same way. I suspected he liked me too and didn't have the heart to admit it. So, I decided to open up one day after school. "I'm in love with you," I said. “Dude, this is weird,” he said. “I suspected you were gay, but I'm not. I’m sorry.” The disappointment of it hit me full force and I ran home. I never wanted to see Andrew again. When night came, however, he started calling me and I answered, hoping he had changed his mind. “I've been thinking about what you said,” he said. "Forget about it", I asked. “No, maybe I can be with you, but for that you have to help me with something first.” "You know I would do anything for you", I confessed. "Meet me at the school door in half an hour". I took a shower and used a lot of perfume, hoping that he would finally make my dreams come true. If Andrew agreed to be with me, even if it was just once, I would be the happiest person in the world. When I arrived at school, he was already waiting for me, sitting in front of the place, he looked restless. "You took your time," he said, and my heart fluttered. "What am I supposed to do for you?" I asked anxiously. “My grades came out today and almost everything went well. But I’m failing Geography. I'll have to take the remedial exam and you know this has always been my worst subject, there's no chance that I’m getting good grades.” "You can do it, I'll help you study," I suggested, thinking that was what he wanted. “I came to the school earlier to talk to Mr. Jenkins and he said there's another way.”
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An interesting read! I am wondering if he was stealthing his partners on purpose or just too horny to care about it. John Conner III , a Tennessee dance teacher who appeared on a reality show has pleaded guilty to the statutory rape of a teenager and exposing him to the HIV virus. Conner was scheduled to go on trial, but entered the guilty plea to felony charges of criminal exposure to HIV, statutory rape by an authority figure, and solicitation of a minor. Conner was once featured on the Lifetime reality TV dance show "Bring It," which showcased competitive dance teams in the Mid-South, including Conner's Memphis team. Conner was 26 years old in 2015 when he met the then-16-year-old boy on a social media website. Conner had unprotected sex several times with the teenager in the dance teacher's vehicle. The teenager joined Conner's dance team, the Infamous Dancerettes, and the two continued to exchange nude photos and text messages about their sexual activity. Conner did not tell the teenager about his HIV diagnosis in 2012. In August 2016, the teenager told his parents about the sexual encounters with Conner and said he thought he should be tested after hearing that his dance teacher had HIV. The teenager tested positive for HIV. Conner has two similar cases pending with sexual partners, ages 17 and 24. [think before following links] https://s19.directupload.net/images/200303/zbzktjdr.jpg Nigel
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Well, this morning I had to help an 18 year old guy with his TOEFL test. He's preparing it as he wants to go to study in the US, and we've been practising for a long time now. This morning he came home as usual, mind you, it was very damn hot this morning so he was sporting a nice tanktop and denim shorts. We reviewed a few exercises, and by accident he touched my bulge with his shoulder. He apologised immediately, but I said it was ok, unharmed, I was still able to procreate. We laughed about it for some more time. However, he would not let go of the topic, so he was up for game. "So, you're still a virgin, Alex?" I asked. "WTF? Nah, lost it two years ago." "Well, that sounds soon. Was it good? Did she like it?" "Well, he not much, but I did." K-ching! The confirmation I needed that this boy was a Sean Cody user. "Sex is great. Hopefully that shoulder of yours didn't do anything to my tool or else, some people would be disappointed." "Who are they?" "Fuckbuddies, exes, those unfucked cunts waiting for me" [he started giggling] "Can I ask you something? Can I see your tattoos?" *Lame excuse for me to lift my shirt* "Sure, have a look" "These are sexy. Touching the ones on my chest. What do they mean?" "Kinda secret." "Ok. I really like them" [Now I noticed the boner in his shorts] "I can tell" [He looked down and blushed] So, this was the moment of truth. Either I made my move or had to take a cold shower. In seconds, I was on my knees and I unzipped his cock out. Not a great cock, but rock hard, throbbing. He was in shock as I opened my mouth and took it all in. He'd never been deep-throated before. He started sweating, and he didn't know where to put his hands, so I led him and placed them on my head. He followed his instincts and started fucking my mouth. I'm a versatile top, but I could tell from that moment he was just a top so I was going to let him do me fucking well. I gagged, swallowed, and spitted on his cock for at least 10 minutes, and he asked me to stop or else he'd shoot. I sucked harder, deeper, faster, and there it was! I could feel his cock shooting his cream in my mouth as he moaned like a bitch. My precum was so much I could feel it in my boxers. I took him by his hand and led him to my room. We undressed each other and I could admire his whole body. Not muscular, yet athletic. Not hairy but a bit furry, tanned. He was damn hot. He saw my cock and started giving me head. He was still hard, ok? A fucking sex machine. He pushed me against the wall, asked me to spead my legs and started rimming my hole. He was 18 but sure he's got the experience of someone older. I just couldn't help it and started moaning, so he ravished and grunting, stood up, spitted on his dick and shove it up my ass. Condoms were never discussed, so he made his choice and it felt damn good inside. He fucked me on that position for a few minutes. Ritually, I went on all fours and he fucked the shit out of me doggy style. I was lying on my left side and he spooned me from behind, lifting my right leg as he pounded me good. I don't know, about 45' into it, he asked me to face him, misionary style and people, I got to say, he. Just. Gave. Me. The. Best. Fuck. Ever. Both sweating like roasted chicken, he says: "I'm getting close" "Burst it in me, come on." "You sure?" I hugged him with my legs so he couldn't pull out. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, oh FUCK." He gave me a nice load, I could feel it oozing out my hole. He jerked me off and took my load in his face. We kissed and showered. He dressed up, got his stuff and went home. His exam is in September, so we still have more tutoring to do. Yes, please.
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i wake up on top of mr.v i to the side of him. mr.v: good morning, i had fun with you at school, time to turn you into a cumdump. we kiss with tongue. Mr.v get out of bed to get his phone. mr.v stay in bed im going to call some guys for the gangbang. i wait in bed .... mr.v: sweety are you still nude? me: yes im still nude. i see mr.m and officer b. Hi they both said. they both got naked and mr. b is first to fuck me mr.m puts his cock in my mouth and they fuck my mouth and butt. mr.b fucks faster and faster and mr.m fucks my mouth. mr.v jacks off watching us then mr.m cums in my mouth mr.v cums next in my mouth. mmmm that was yummy i said. mr.v and mr.m smile and kiss me. mr.b cums in my butt. then mr.m fucks me. Mr.m fucks me hard and mr.b puts his cock in my mouth and i slurp up the rest of his cum. Mr.m cums in my butt and i slurp his cock too. Mr.v fucks me last i the feel cum sliding out of me. mr.v cums in my mouth. This was a very fun time for us. they put me to sleep. mr.b: can i take the boy with me? mr.v: yes you can take him with you. what do you think officer b is going to do with me?
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I went into a rest room last week at the college I go to. It's where guys go to meet up for sex or to have sex. I'm 19, slim, dark hair, average dick. After a short wait a guy came in that I've been with before. He's a professor, in his 30's, average looks, husky, dark hair, real hairy body, about 8 fat inches of hairy dick. I've been with him before. I was looking for someone younger and nicer looking so I ignored him. Another young college boy came in: slim, blonde hair, turned out to have about 7 long inches of cute dick, nice patch of blonde dick hair. To my surprise he and the professor started leaving together. I stood up as they were leaving and motioned to the professor asking if he would like a 3-way. He waved for me to join them. The professor took us out to his car and we drove a short way from campus to his secluded apartment. We all stripped and got in bed together. The blonde guy and I laid back on the bed while the professor played with both our bodies. He went down on both of us taking turns sucking our young boy dicks. He sucked on our tits. Then the blonde guy and I started doing each other. We took turns sucking each others dicks while the professor was feeling up our bodies. Blonde guy climbed on top of me and we started to 69. Professor started taking turns working his wet finger up both our asses. Then professor laid down and blonde and I went ot work on him. He had a nice big fat hairy dick. We took turns sucking his dick. While one was sucking his dick the other licked his hairy balls. We both started working his dick at the same time, one on each side. He kept talking dirty to us telling us to suck his dick and asking if we liked it. Professor asked us if we fucked. We both answered yes. He told us to get on our hands and knees with our asses up in the air. We knelt next to each other and stuck our asses up. He greased both our asses and his dick. He did blonde first. He eased his big dick up blonde's ass and slowly started fucking him. After a few minutes he pulled out and put his dick up my ass hole. He kept going back and forth between those two young asses stuck up in the air. He kept talking dirty telling us how sweet our asses were and asking us who wanted his dick next. We both started begging him to give us his dick and fuck us. After about 15 minutes of fucking he stuck his big hairy dick up my ass and started fucking hard. He told blonde to get in front of me and he told me to suck blonde's dick. I was being pounded from the rear by a big hairy older dick and had a cute blonde dick in my mouth. Blonde shot first, a big load in my mouth. I swallowed it. Professor then rolled me on my back, put my legs up in the air, and started fucking me again. He told blonde to suck my dick. After a few minutes professor started shooting in my ass. I shot about the same time in blonde's mouth. Great afternoon!!!
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I sat down at the only terminal open inthe college library. I hate doing work in here. It stinks, of oldbooks and the chirs are the kind that put your ass to sleep in 15 minutes. The worst part was that I was going to be there ALL day. I was doing Web research for a class that I had only been to once in the first quarter, and that time the professer was on sick and I was rather pissed. But that was in the past and now here I am in the library my ass asleep and my eyes watering. I had been here for 3 hours and it was time for walk and piss break. The library was less crowed and I didn't have to worry about losing my terminal. Most of the terminals were vacant by now. I got up and staggered to the john, as I opend the door I nearly hit an older man with the door. "I am sorry about that," I said as the rather nice looking man walked passed me. "My fault entirely, pardon me." We made eye contact that held a bit longer than normal. More like a "knowing" look than just a glance. He was notbad looking as I passed him. My guess he was about 40'ish and slim, with a full head of hair and rather hairy arms. I was quite a looker my self. After all I was in my prime 21 6'1" 190 and buitl like you wouldn't believe. A Daddy Bear, just the way I like them. I didn't get a good look at his package, but oh well. I go to the urnal and wip out my 7.5 incher, and take a nice long piss. My prick is starting to remember the guy at the door. I stroke my self for a minute or two, to try to take the pressure off. Then I stuff it down my left thigh and wash my hands and go out the door. As I return to my computer there is only one other person around. The cute guy was sitting behind and to the left of me. After another hour I deide to call it a day. First I want to see if I can hook up with a good fuck in a local chat room. After about ten minutes of no action I was about to leave when I got a message asking the usual stuff. I told him I was a hot and horny top ooking for a tight ass to plant my 7.5 inch fuck rod in. He came back with saying that he would love for me to fill both his holes. "Great, are you free tonight?" "You could say that." "Want to FUCK :)" "More than anything!!!!!!!!" "What do you look like?" "Use the eyes God gave you," I heard a voice say. I turn around with a start to see my bathroom guy with a tent starting to form in his pants. "Well do you like what you see?" "Fuck yeah, I liked it when I almost broke your nose with the bathroom door. Do you have a place we go? I live at home with my parents." I ask. "I have an apartment, bu you got me so hot that I can't wait that long. I have connections here in the library and I can find a private place we can go and fuck!!!!!" "Fine with me." With that I packed up my stuff and I followed him to the circulation desk. He told me to wait by the elevator and wait. He walked over and talked to the man behind the desk. The both exchanged words and laughed as if the knew each other. The man handed him a key and walked back to me. We took the elevator down to the basement, where some of the staff members have offices. We walked in he locked the door behind him. I threw my stuff in a corner and met him at the corner of the desk. We talked a bit more. "So what do you want to do to me sonny?" "Well hey how about your name first?" "Later, just call me Daddy for now." "Cool, just what I wanted. Well I would push you down and make you suck my big cock. and then I will plant my seed deep in your ass." "Yeah just what I need. I have an itch that needs to be scratched, and I think that only you can reach it." With that we meet in a kiss that lasts forever. Our tounges are all over each other's faces and necks. I start to take off his shirt and play with his nipples. And then replace my hands with my mouth. He let out a low moan. His hands are runnimg all over my back. He reaches in my pants and pulls off my shirt over my head, and I unbuckel his pants and the fall to the floor. He bends downto take off his shoes. As he tries to get up I push him back down to the tent in my pants. I rub my tent across his face. Teasing him with it. He starts to lick it through the thick dinem of my jeans. He unzips my pants and fetches my dick from my thigh. "There is what I am looking for. Give me that piece of meat." "Here you go Daddy, lick your boy's dick." He starts at the base of my cock where it is attached to my balls and licks and nibbles his way to my big head. Then he works his way back down the sides until it is completly covered in his spit. He is about ready to finally take my cock in his mouth when I pull back and order him to lick my boy cunt clean. I turn around and rest my hands on the side of the desk and raise my ass in the air, a little for him to eat. He starts licking at the base of my nut sack in between my legs, and slowly works his way up to my boy pucker. He grazes over it on his way up y crack to the small of my back, only to go back to my balls again. After a few minutes I reach around and push his face to my hole. He makes "X" marks with his tounge on my hairy hole, before diving in with full force. Boy what a feeling. There is nothing betther than having your ass being eaten alive. Every now and again he thrusts his finger in my ass and starts pushng my love button, which causes my cock to leake pre-cum like water. After 10 minutes of this tratment, I turn around and rest my well eaten ass on the dest and let my Daddy go back to work on my cock. By now it is covered in pre-cum, he quickly licks it cleas with his talented mouth. As he continues to suck my rod he plays with my balls and hole again. Then he pushes it in and plays with my prostate and that puts me over the edge. I start pimping a 5 day pent up load into his egar mouth. He tries to eat mot of it but some evades him and runs down my cock. After my climax subsides a little, and my breathing is normal he looks up at me in disapointment. "What's wrong?" "I never got to ge fucked by his nice dick." "If you lick it some more I will see what I can do." He didn't have to be told twice. He took me in his hot mouth again and slowly started to suck. Shortly there after I got as hard as a rock again. My dick was already lubed enough from the mixture of spit and cum. He took me over to the chair and had me sit in it. He grabbed onto the desk and lowered his hot Daddy cunt to my prick. I didn't have to do a thing, just sit back and enjoy the show and the great feeling. My head sliped in with a po and then he hesitated for a moment before taking the rest of my cock, in one downward thrush my cock slid easly into his hole, all the way to the hilt. Using the desk he pulled and pushed himself on my dick. I just set backwith my hnds behind my head and I saw my shaft disapear into he hot hole. After he picked up the pace a little, I don't know what came over me, animal lust or something. I lifted him off my cock, turned him around and flung him on the desk throwing everything that was on it to the floor. There he was my Daddy spread wide open ready for me to plow his as again. I slidin easily and the pulled almost completly out and the thrust back in again. After each withdrawl, I pushed in faster and harder, until we were nothing but a blurr of lust. "Yeah, take my big dick up your tight hole. I am going to fuck you as hard as I can, till my balls dump another load deep in you!!!!" "Feels fucking hot. Yeah Fuck your Daddy. Give it to me as hard as you can, I can take what ever you can give me and then some." With that said, I doubled my efforts on the invasion of his ass. I could tell I was winning, when he started yelling and jacking his cock. He yelled more foul words that I have ever heard before as his balls opened the flood gates. Cum erupted from his cock shooting all over him, and myself. Not to mention the desk and the floor. His climax trigered mine and his ass milked me dry. Because I had just cum, there was not much to spray in his hole. His shots outlasted mine. With one last shot, a big glob of cum went over his head and landed on something on the floor. I then colapse onto his chest, my cock still in him, and the cum glues us together. It is then that I notice the big wad of cum on a plate. Mr. Mc----DE, Department of --ology. I take my fingers and scoop up the rest of the cum, to uncover his name.........Mr. McBRIDE. Department of Biology. Oh my God I had just plowed my Biology teacher. "You are my Biology teacher!!!" "Are you sure, I would never forget a body like yours." "Yes I really don't go to class. I have friends that do everything for me. But they wouldn't do the paper that is due next week. That was what I was working on when I had to take a piss and ran into you." "What a small world. Well you don't have to worry about that paper anymore. In fact you don't have to worry about the class any more either. If you always fuck this good, you could major in Biology and not know a thing." "That is fine with me. I love your tight Daddy hole. I just wish that all of my classs could be this easy." "I will see what I can do with the rest of your teachers!!" But that is a different story.
