****** Kyle Earns an A ******
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Synopsis: Kyle must sexually service his teacher to pass
KYLE PETERSON found himself naked on his knees in the
bathroom. The
seventeen year old senior at Wilmont High was dazed and
confused to say the
least. Then the big naked dick slapped his face and his
mind cleared. How
had he come to this? How had it happened? This wasn't his
own bathroom,
where he sometimes stripped naked and lay on the floor to
masturbate as most
seventeen year old boys did. This wasn't the locker room,
where he stripped
and walked around dick and balls swinging as he joshed with
the other senior
jocks on the baseball team. This wasn't even the bathroom
of his girlfriend
Cindy where he fucked her twice, and where she sucked his
dick in the shower
a few times after they had skipped school and rutted in her
bed for most of
the day


No, this was the bathroom of Mr. Hinkle, the dreaded
German teacher and
college counselor of Wilmont High. Kyle was naked, bare
assed naked and
kneeling in Mr. Hinkle's bathtub. He looked up, and the
huge fat dick
slapped him in the face again, this time leaving a streak
of pre-fuck on the
boy's cheek.


"Fucking arrogant high school jocks! You think you got
the world by the
tit's don't you? Well, not I got you by the balls, and you
are going to pay,
you little Shitface, you!" The voice was Mr. Hinkle's, no
mistaking that
slight German accent and that gruff, unsentimental tone.
The students called
him Herr Hitler instead of Hinkle behind his back.




Kyle's darting eyes traveled beyond the fat fucker
slapping his face to
the bloated fat disgusting body behind it. The gross fat
of Herr Hinkle's
belly would have sagged over the dick, had it not been so
large.


"Hold still you fucking Asswipe Cuntface, so I can slap
your dirty little
teenage face with my Schwantz, my naughty jock boy fucker!"


Mr. Hinkle held his thick dick at the base, over his fat
sack of low
hanging balls and manipulated the root of the dick to the
cockhead slapped
Kyle's face. More and more streaks of foul pre-fuck crisscrossed
the boy's
nose and cheeks, some of it getting on his lips. Kyle
wanted to puke. He
prayed for this to be over. He pulled his head back out of
the way.


"Get your fucking face back where it belongs, Shithole!
Do it, now!"


Kyle moved his face back in so the sloppy prick could
continue to slap
it.


"Discipline, that is what Cunts like you need. You strut
around school
like a fucking peacock, every girl's pussy dripping for
you. You spend your
evenings and weekends fucking twat instead of studying as
you should do. You
think because you have a cute face, a big package and a hot
ass, you own the
world. Just because you are popular and a star jock, you
think your diploma
will be handed to you on a silver platter! Well, Fuckface,
now you know this
is not so!" WHAP WHAP! The swollen fuckmeat thumped
against the boy's
sweet face once again.




It was true, what Mr. Hinkle said. Kyle did love to fuck.
He fucked a lot.
He had fucked lots of girls from his school, and from other
schools as well.
He had a steady girlfriend whom he fucked almost every day,
but that didn't
stop the handsome young jock from fucking around. Shit,
after all, he was
seventeen and needed to unload is big boy balls almost
constantly.


But Mr. Hinkle has trapped him. He was flunking Kyle in
German. Most of
the teachers cut the kid some slack because he was the
captain of the
baseball team. He had also been a star swimmer. But Mr.
Hinkle controlled
college recommendations, college meetings, and college
acceptance, and he
made sure Kyle knew he was not going to graduate! If he
didn't graduate, no
college would give him the sports scholarship he wanted.
Mr. Hinkle single
handedly was ruining Kyle's life. Unless...


Unless Kyle was willing to put out for the old fat
faggot teacher.
That's right. The hot young jock was expected to sexually
service the
disgusting pervert. In return, Mr. Hinkle would not only
pass Kyle, but get
him the scholarship he needed. What choice did Kyle have?


Kyle hated faggots. He had never had anything to do with
them. He was one
hundred percent straight boy! He didn't even like it when a
faggot student
looked at him in the locker room. He wanted to fucking
punch the kid into
oblivion. The idea that this queer boy got on on looking at
Kyle's fine fat
teenage fuckmeat, made the jock want to vomit. His
fuckmeat was for twat.




For pussy. For cunt! The cunts could look at it all they
wanted to. They
could fondle it and kiss it and suck on it...and did! He
had Cindy suck it
every fucking day, even though she was not very fond of
cocksucking. Shit,
it was part of a twats duty. That and ass sucking. Cindy
really hated that,
but all the jocks at Willmont High made their girlfriends
lick and suck
their asses. It was a kind of fad they had. If a girl
wouldn't' suck a
senior jock's ass, she was soon dumped and replaced. As far
as Kyle was
concerned there was nothing, absolutely nothing in the
world like a good ass
suck. It even beat fucking in his mind.


WHAP, WHAP! The fat German dick thumped against his
face.
"Lift your head, Jockfuck! Look at me. Open your
mouth!"


Kyle wanted to puke, but he didn't. If he puked, Mr.
Hinkle might fail
him. He had to play this exactly right, no matter how
horrible it was.
He lifted his face to look into the eyes of the ugly
teacher, whose fat
jowls danced merrily as he dick slapped the boy.


"Open, Cuntface!" He barked. Kyle opened his mouth and
Mr. Hinkle
lovingly coated the boy's lips with the pre-fuck bubbling
out of his
pisshole. It was fucking gross.


"You be very nice to Mr. Hinkle, and perhaps you will
graduate and get
that scholarship you need. What with your papa dead and
your mother an
alcoholic and having no money, you need that scholarship
badly, don't you,




Twatteen Shithole? Well Mr. Hinkle will help you, but first
he is going to
fuck your pretty little face until it is swollen from
sucking dick, and fuck
your tight jock asshole until you can't walk!"


Poor Kyle wanted to faint. He couldn't believe what what
happening to
him. He was going to get his ass fucked. His straight
muscular smooth
cheeked perfect jock ass, that the girls sucked. He was
going to get a dick
shoved up it, and there was nothing he could do! He was
going to be used
like a fucking faggot! His thoughts were brought back to
the present by
the feel of the German teacher's dick knob rubbing across
his lips.


"Young athlete, do you know why I brought you in here,
into the bathroom
to face fuck you today? Do you know, huh? Because after I
am finished
shooting my load of sperm into your mouth and making you
swallow it, I am
going to hold my big cock over your face and piss on you! I
am going to piss
all over that arrogant high school student face! I am going
to piss on you
like you are nothing but a turd floating in the toilet!"


Kyle almost lost it at that. He almost did puke. But what
could he do? The
fucking Nazi teacher was right. His life was hell here. His
mother did
drink, and they were poor, and his only hope was that
scholarship.


The dickknob bobbed at his lips. Strings of pre-fuck
slop connected the
boy's face to the bloated fuckmeat.


"Don't just kneel there like a fucking praying nun, kiss
and lick my
beautiful big dick. Make love to my dick with your mouth!"




The fat belly wobbled as the teacher pushed more prick
at the teenage
jock. If the man wasn't so fucking gross, it might not have
been as bad.


Kyle let out a sob which made him suddenly sound very
young and innocent,
and he started to kiss the cock. Jesus, that was so easy to
say...kiss the
cock..but so fucking hard to do. The hardest thing Kyle had
ever had to do
in his whole life. He felt somehow stained...filthy
forever. He was kissing
a man's dick!


"That's right my snotty little Pukeface, smooch Mr.
Hinkle's beautiful big
prick. Smooch it and kiss it and get your lips coated with
my nice
cocksnot!"


Kyle kissed the fuckmeat. He did gag twice and Mr.
Hinkle warned him that
he had better not make the teacher angry. Kyle kissed the
dick stalk up and
down and then kissed the fat pink pricknob. He could smell
the rancid smell
of whatever was imbedded in the folds of the foreskin which
had pulled back
over the head of the German dick.


"Here, let me help you!" Mr. Hinkle said, chuckling. He
pulled his belly
back like it was a clothes sack and looked down at his
dick. Then he let
gobs of spit fall from his mouth onto the thick pink
pulsing prick. Gobs of
thick, yellowish spit covered the cockstalk.


"There, you are, that should taste good. Now, go on..go
back to your
licking. Lick all my spit off the big cock!"


It was so horrible that Kyle actually feared he might
pass out. He put his




tongue on the spit slick prick and had to swallow the vomispit slick prick and
had to swallow the vomit
that coursed up
into his throat. Mr. Hinkle uttered a warning grunt. Kyle
licked the spit
from the dick shaft. He scooped the foul spit up onto his
teenage tongue.


"Yeah, just like when you tongue kiss your girlfriend,
huh? I bet you swap
spit with her every day, yeah? Nice teenage spit going from
mouth to mouth.
Now Mr. Hinkle's spit goes form his dick into your mouth!
Oh my dear boy,
some of the spit is running down onto my balls. Better lick
down there too.
Better lick my ball sack real good for me!"


Mr. Hinkle had waited a long time for Kyle Peterson to
lick his balls. He
had watched the boy on the sports field and in the locker
room. Mr. Hinkle
often strolled through the locker room when the boys were
changing, so he
could see the fine teenage fuckmeat and beautiful boy
asses. Mr. Hinkle had
had many boys over the years. He had placed many boys in
poor Kyle's
position. But none was more delicious than the boycunt he
now had on his
kneels before him, licking the spit from his testicles.


"Yeah, lick that sack all over, you motherfucking Jock
faggot! I bet you
would like to fuck your alcoholic mother, wouldn't you? I
bet you would like
to stick your teen dick up her cobwebbed covered cunt. She
would love it
too, the nice thick dick of her handsome son, splitting her
womb. Yeah, that
would be so nice. I bet she dreams about your dick at
night."


Kyle couldn't help it. He did gag a the thought of having
sex with his own




mother. He had fucked the mother of one of his buddies, but
she was still
pretty hot, even though she was older. But his own mom? It
was true that the
way all the moms of his team mates flattered him and
flirted with him and
praised him, it did seem like most of them were hungry for
his fat teen
pecker. He knew that frustrated middle aged moms of his
buddies did probably
dream about thick teen dick stuffing their twats, but did
they dream about
the dicks of their own sons?


"Lick, Swinecunt!"


Kyle licked the balls. They tasted sour and sweaty and
salty and a bit
of piss. Kyle had never been so miserable in his entire
life. ON Mr.
Hinkle's orders, he lifted each nut with his tongue and
bathed it in spit.


"Yeah, now you see what a man's nuts are like. See how
full of fuckcream
they are. How heavy and full!"


It was warm I the bathroom, but Kyle was shivering.
Shivering with fear
and disgust.


"Play with your dick. Play with your dick while you lick
my balls. Show me
how much you love it."


Homosexual sex. Kyle was having homosexual sex! He could
not believe it.
He was licking a man's balls. A gross fat man's bloated
balls, while the
leaking dick slapped his face.


"Now suck the dick. Suck my big German meat! Make sloppy
sucking pig
sounds when you suck, I like that. Make sure you get all
the filth out from
under the foreskin when you suck! Use your lips and your
tongue. Then I will




shove it down into your throat! I will turn you into a
better cocksucker
than your girlfriend. Is she a good cocksucker? Does
Cindy, that is her
name, right, stupid cunt, does Cindy suck your big jock
cock every day? Do
you fuck her face, like I am fucking yours? Yeah, how does
it feel to be the
pussy? How does it feel to be the facecunt? You high school
boys dump your
cum into the faces of the girls as if they were nothing but
toilet drains.
Well, that is exactly how I am going to treat you. Suck my
dick! Suck my
dick you fucked up faggot!"


Kyle wanted to scream that he was not a faggot. That he
was totally
straight, but how could he with a big leaking dick in his
mouth? He was
sucking dick. He was sucking dick to get an A. He needed to
get into
college. He was sucking dick for his future, and the prefuck
was running
down his throat and coating his tongue and clotting in his
teeth. A man's
foul prick juices were soaking his insides, filling his
belly. A big,
fucking gross, disgusting, turd of a man.


"Make love to my dick! Worship my dick! Pray to my dick!
My dick is
saving you. My dick is giving you a future. Respect and
thank my dick!"


Mr. Hinkle grabbed the boy's head by the ears and stared
to roughly face
fuck him. He fucked Kyle's young face like it was a
cunthole. The dick made
it's way down the boy's throat, causing him to gag, but Mr.
Hinkle no longer
cared. His fat balls slapped the boy's chin as the dick
wedged itself in the




teen's throat, stretching it, hurting it. Mr. Kyle wheezed
and chortled.
Holy Fuck, this was living! Fucking a teenage boy's face
was Heaven. Mr.
Hinkle didn't think of himself as a child molester. No, he
thought of
himself as en enabler. He was helping this boy get into
college. It was a
trade off.


Just before he shot his filthy load, Mr. Hinkle pulled
out. He let his
prick pulse for a moment, and then it shot is stream of
fucksnot all over
the boy's handsome face. Cum sprayed the boy, filling his
nostrils and
coating his lips. It stung his eyes and dripped from his
cheeks.


"Look at me Shiestcunt!" Kyle looked up at the gloating
man. Mr.
Hinkle's glasses had fogged up with his orgasm, and he
looked like some kind
of Alien. He laughed and sprayed the boy's face with the
last spurts of his
jism.


"Next time you will swallow it!" He announced.
"Ne...next time? Next time? You said..."
"You will meet with me every Saturday and Sunday until


the end of the
term. Until graduation day. I will fuck your face and fuck
your ass. I will
shoot my load up your ass and then spoon it out and feed it
to you. You will
lick and suck on my ass! I may even use your tongue as
toilet paper! You
will do everything I say, and I will help you. Otherwise I
will ruin you. Is
that clear?"


Kyle sat there in the bathtub sobbing. He could no longer
hold back the




tears. He became a little boy again. He felt so weak an weak and
helpless. And that
is how Mr. Hinkle like his teen boys His body shook with
sobs. Mr. Hinkle
laughed.


"And oh yes, this afternoon, you will break up with your
girlfriend. I
don't like to share my cunt! You will not date girls any
more until you
graduate. You will not even speak to girls in the halls or
on the phone. In
fact, I will take away your cell phone. All you need to
think about until
you graduate is my cock. In addition to weekends, you will
visit me in my
office each day at school to suck my dick or be assfucked.
But think, Kyle,
it is barely three months until the end of term. A strong
boy like you can
handle that. Also from now on, I will tell you how to
dress. I like my boys
in very tight tee shirts so their nipples show. No loose
shirts, and also I
like very tight trousers so we can all see the nice big
teenage dick lump.
And no underwear, ever. You will tell your shitface mother
that you will be
working with me privately to try to get you through school
and into college.
After all, that is what we are doing. Oh, and you will not
be driving your
car either. I will pick you up in the morning and bring you
home. That way,
you can suck my dick in the car."


Kyle could not believe what he was hearing. But he could
believe the
torrent of strong yellow piss that cascaded down onto his
head.


"Lift your face, and open your mouth!"





Seventeen year old Kyle crawled naked across the cold basement
floor. His muscular body was covered in sweat, even though the temperature
was quite cool in the cellar. He was covered with sweat because Mr. Hinkle
was giving him one of his “workout sessions.” It was a Saturday about ten
thirty in the morning, so poor Kyle had the whole day and evening of torture
ahead of him. Kyle was crawling on hands and knees, but he arched his young
back so his beautiful muscular round teenage jock ass was high up in the
air. That made it an easier target for Mr. Hinkle. Kyle also crawled with
his legs far apart. That made it much more difficult to travel, but it kept
his full young swinging balls in view, so Mr. Hinkle could also swat those
if he chose to. Kyle had nice full low hanging nuts. They had been stretched
by Mr. Hinkle over the last few weeks. He liked his boys with low hanging
scrotums.
Mr. Hinkle stood over the boy, naked as well, his gross fat body pale and
hairy. He held a large wooden spoon in one hand, and now and then he whacked
the boy on the ass globes or sometimes the fucksack.
“Come on, crawl faster you piece of shit. Haven’t you learned anything in
the past few weeks? Has all my patient training of you been for nothing?
Move your worthless cunt!”
Kyle had no choice. He needed to graduate. He needed to get a sports
scholarship to college. Mr. Hinkle was his key to success. If he lived that
long. Some days, poor young Kyle ached so much from his sessions with Mr.
Hinkle, that he was sure he would never make it to graduation.
The boy no longer had any friends at school. That started when Mr. Hinkle
made him break up with his girlfriend and forbade him to even speak to any
girls in school. Kyle...who had been the stud girl fucker of Wilmont High,
not hung his head and turned away from conversations with the opposite sex.
You know how kids are. Rumors flew that Kyle might be gay.
The clothing Mr. Hinkle forced him to wear didn’t help. Kyle’s wardrobe
was not restricted to very small, tight thin tee shirts. The material so
thin that the brown of his nipple showed through, and so short that three or
more inches of naked boy belly showed at the bottom. He was also made to
wear the very new and fashionable “skinny jeans” that were once again back
floor. His muscular body was covered in sweat, even though the temperature
was quite cool in the cellar. He was covered with sweat because Mr. Hinkle
was giving him one of his “workout sessions.” It was a Saturday about ten
thirty in the morning, so poor Kyle had the whole day and evening of torture
ahead of him. Kyle was crawling on hands and knees, but he arched his young
back so his beautiful muscular round teenage jock ass was high up in the
air. That made it an easier target for Mr. Hinkle. Kyle also crawled with
his legs far apart. That made it much more difficult to travel, but it kept
his full young swinging balls in view, so Mr. Hinkle could also swat those
if he chose to. Kyle had nice full low hanging nuts. They had been stretched
by Mr. Hinkle over the last few weeks. He liked his boys with low hanging
scrotums.
Mr. Hinkle stood over the boy, naked as well, his gross fat body pale and
hairy. He held a large wooden spoon in one hand, and now and then he whacked
the boy on the ass globes or sometimes the fucksack.
“Come on, crawl faster you piece of shit. Haven’t you learned anything in
the past few weeks? Has all my patient training of you been for nothing?
Move your worthless cunt!”
Kyle had no choice. He needed to graduate. He needed to get a sports
scholarship to college. Mr. Hinkle was his key to success. If he lived that
long. Some days, poor young Kyle ached so much from his sessions with Mr.
Hinkle, that he was sure he would never make it to graduation.
The boy no longer had any friends at school. That started when Mr. Hinkle
made him break up with his girlfriend and forbade him to even speak to any
girls in school. Kyle...who had been the stud girl fucker of Wilmont High,
not hung his head and turned away from conversations with the opposite sex.
You know how kids are. Rumors flew that Kyle might be gay.
The clothing Mr. Hinkle forced him to wear didn’t help. Kyle’s wardrobe
was not restricted to very small, tight thin tee shirts. The material so
thin that the brown of his nipple showed through, and so short that three or
more inches of naked boy belly showed at the bottom. He was also made to
wear the very new and fashionable “skinny jeans” that were once again back



in. but Mr. Hinkle made the boy wear ones that were two or three sizes too
small. The pants looked like a second skin on poor Kyle. His ass was obscene
in them. They only rode half way up his ass, so about four inches of ass
crack showed in the back. Kyle was forbidden underwear. These tight pants
were designed to be worn with boxer shorts which were meant to show over the
low rise of the waist. In front, the result was tragic for the poor boy.
The top snap of the pants was barely an inch above the root of Kyle’s dick,
and the boy’s ample fuckmeat pushed the front of the jeans out perversely.
Both Mr. Hinkle and Kyle thought that all that prick hair showing was too
obscene for school, so Mr. Hinkle made Kyle shave off all his pubic hair
except for a tiny patch right at the base of the dick.
Teachers who had adored Kyle and praised him as the star student and
athlete at the school, now shook their heads in disgust and whispered things
about drugs. How else to explain such a sudden fall from grace?
Now, in the basement, Mr. Hinkle reached down and began to work the
wooden spoon up into Kyle’s asshole.
Kyle gasped and gritted his teeth in pain as the spoon was roughly thrust
into his teenage rectum. His has was used to being violated by now. Mr.
Hinkle fucked him almost every day and derived perverse pleasure in shoving
other objects up the boy’s stretched hole.
“Loosen up that cunt, you motherfucking freak! If you want to grduate you
need an A, and if you want that A from me, you got to have a loose cunt!
Mr. Hinkle stroked his fat prick with one hand, enjoying the sight of the
boy, curling the toes of his large athlete’s feet in agony as the spoon was
fucked in and out of his asshole.
“I heard two of the boys today in the hall talking about how you had
become a faggot! You are no longer the favorite in the school, Yeah? I heard
also the coach put you on the bench for most of the game last week. Good!
They all need to know what a fucking Asswipe, shitface you are! PUSDH BACK
small. The pants looked like a second skin on poor Kyle. His ass was obscene
in them. They only rode half way up his ass, so about four inches of ass
crack showed in the back. Kyle was forbidden underwear. These tight pants
were designed to be worn with boxer shorts which were meant to show over the
low rise of the waist. In front, the result was tragic for the poor boy.
The top snap of the pants was barely an inch above the root of Kyle’s dick,
and the boy’s ample fuckmeat pushed the front of the jeans out perversely.
Both Mr. Hinkle and Kyle thought that all that prick hair showing was too
obscene for school, so Mr. Hinkle made Kyle shave off all his pubic hair
except for a tiny patch right at the base of the dick.
Teachers who had adored Kyle and praised him as the star student and
athlete at the school, now shook their heads in disgust and whispered things
about drugs. How else to explain such a sudden fall from grace?
Now, in the basement, Mr. Hinkle reached down and began to work the
wooden spoon up into Kyle’s asshole.
Kyle gasped and gritted his teeth in pain as the spoon was roughly thrust
into his teenage rectum. His has was used to being violated by now. Mr.
Hinkle fucked him almost every day and derived perverse pleasure in shoving
other objects up the boy’s stretched hole.
“Loosen up that cunt, you motherfucking freak! If you want to grduate you
need an A, and if you want that A from me, you got to have a loose cunt!
Mr. Hinkle stroked his fat prick with one hand, enjoying the sight of the
boy, curling the toes of his large athlete’s feet in agony as the spoon was
fucked in and out of his asshole.
“I heard two of the boys today in the hall talking about how you had
become a faggot! You are no longer the favorite in the school, Yeah? I heard
also the coach put you on the bench for most of the game last week. Good!
They all need to know what a fucking Asswipe, shitface you are! PUSDH BACK

ON THE SPOON. FUCK THE SPOON!”

Kyle sobbed as he pushed back onto the spoon in his guts. Not from the
pain, although that was considerable. No, he cried from the loss of his



status and position in the school. He had been the pride of the high school.
Now, no one even spoke to him. And to be benched during a big game, meant
that the coach no longer respected and trusted him.
Well, Kyle was something of a physical and mental wreck from his daily
sessions with Mr. Hinkle, not to mention the even more strenuous longer
weekend sessions.
“Here, lift your face up, Cuntboy, my Schwantz is leaking!” Kyle lifted
up his cute seventeen year old face, and Mr. Hinkle wiped his dick leak on
the boy’s nose and lips.
‘You Fucking Dick Hole! Leave the spoon up your ass, and crawl over and
bring me back the homework I assigned you!”
The “homework” was as perverted and obscene as the teacher! Kyle crawled
over to his bookbag in the corner and came back with some eight by ten
photos he had created on the printer of his computer. As he had to crawl, he
carried the photos in his mouth between his teeth.
‘I thought about having your teeth pulled so you could give a better
cocksuck, but you see your teeth still come in handy. Although I suppose, we
could make a decent dental plate for you. Let me see how you did on your
homework! Did you accomplish your task?”
Kyle let out a sob, even thinking of the homework assigment. What a
nightmare it had been. Drugging his own mother had been the worst part in
may ways.
“Now let me see!” Mr. Hinkle took the photos. “Your assignment was to
get totally naked photos of your mother, showing her pussy in close up! And
then using a timer, some photos showing you naked in bed with her, rubbing
your dick on her face! I see the drugs I gave you, worked just fine. My, my,
she is a beautiful woman. Good enough to fuck, Yeah?”
Kyle shook with terror as the monstrous teacher examined the photos. He
shuddered at the memory of having to strip naked and crawl into bed with his
own mother. True she was unconscious, but he was fully aware of what he had
done. Now he was unable to even look at her when he talked to her, and she
couldn’t understand why.
“Look how fat your cock looks lying across her face! Very pretty. But
us and position in the school. He had been the pride of the high school.
Now, no one even spoke to him. And to be benched during a big game, meant
that the coach no longer respected and trusted him.
Well, Kyle was something of a physical and mental wreck from his daily
sessions with Mr. Hinkle, not to mention the even more strenuous longer
weekend sessions.
“Here, lift your face up, Cuntboy, my Schwantz is leaking!” Kyle lifted
up his cute seventeen year old face, and Mr. Hinkle wiped his dick leak on
the boy’s nose and lips.
‘You Fucking Dick Hole! Leave the spoon up your ass, and crawl over and
bring me back the homework I assigned you!”
The “homework” was as perverted and obscene as the teacher! Kyle crawled
over to his bookbag in the corner and came back with some eight by ten
photos he had created on the printer of his computer. As he had to crawl, he
carried the photos in his mouth between his teeth.
‘I thought about having your teeth pulled so you could give a better
cocksuck, but you see your teeth still come in handy. Although I suppose, we
could make a decent dental plate for you. Let me see how you did on your
homework! Did you accomplish your task?”
Kyle let out a sob, even thinking of the homework assigment. What a
nightmare it had been. Drugging his own mother had been the worst part in
may ways.
“Now let me see!” Mr. Hinkle took the photos. “Your assignment was to
get totally naked photos of your mother, showing her pussy in close up! And
then using a timer, some photos showing you naked in bed with her, rubbing
your dick on her face! I see the drugs I gave you, worked just fine. My, my,
she is a beautiful woman. Good enough to fuck, Yeah?”
Kyle shook with terror as the monstrous teacher examined the photos. He
shuddered at the memory of having to strip naked and crawl into bed with his
own mother. True she was unconscious, but he was fully aware of what he had
done. Now he was unable to even look at her when he talked to her, and she
couldn’t understand why.
“Look how fat your cock looks lying across her face! Very pretty. But



why are there no photos of your dick hard? NO, no, this will not do! You
should have and erection in these photos. A nice hard teenage dick rubbing
on your mother’s face.”
“Please, Sir, I couldn’t get hard, it’s my own mother. I just couldn’t!”
Mr. Hinkle grabbed a thick belt and brought it down on the boy’s naked
back. Kyle fell to the cold cement.
“Fucking loser! Do you want to graduate or not? Do you want to go to
college or not?”
“Yes...yes, Sir!” the boy sobbed, tears running down his cheeks.
“Then you will comeplete your assignments! Now you will have to repeat
this session with your drugged mother! And this time I want to see your cock
hard and leaking! And to punish you for not doing your job...this time, I
want to see a nice full photo of you shoving your cock into your mother’s
mouth!”
should have and erection in these photos. A nice hard teenage dick rubbing
on your mother’s face.”
“Please, Sir, I couldn’t get hard, it’s my own mother. I just couldn’t!”
Mr. Hinkle grabbed a thick belt and brought it down on the boy’s naked
back. Kyle fell to the cold cement.
“Fucking loser! Do you want to graduate or not? Do you want to go to
college or not?”
“Yes...yes, Sir!” the boy sobbed, tears running down his cheeks.
“Then you will comeplete your assignments! Now you will have to repeat
this session with your drugged mother! And this time I want to see your cock
hard and leaking! And to punish you for not doing your job...this time, I
want to see a nice full photo of you shoving your cock into your mother’s
mouth!”

“Oh God, No!” Kyle gasped.
“Oh, don’t be such a fucking sissy! Lot’s of high school boys your age
fuck their mothers. The husband is gone, or not interested any more, the
mother is horny and lonely, she looks every day at her muscular handsome
son, and the son is fifteen or sixteen and needs to fuck all the time. It is
only natural. You are just a fucking coward, Kyle. Don’t you think your
mother craves your big teenage dick? She knows you fuck the girls you date.
Sorry, the girls you dated...no more of that nonsense, eh? But your poor
cunt of a mother is unconscious in these photos, so she cannot even enjoy
her own boy’s fuckmeat! Too bad! I want some nice photos of your dick in
her mouth! Your hard, dripping dick! Do you understand?” He smacked the belt
down over and over on the kid’s naked back, leaving red welts. Kyle screamed
in pain.
“On your back, you useless piece of Shit!” Kyle rolled over on his back,
the spoon still sticking from his teenage asshole.
“Knees up to your chest, spread your legs!” Kyle obeyed, and Mr. Hinkle
raised his arm and brought the thick leather belt down right on the boy’s
thick dick and fat scrotum!

It’s a good thing the basement was soundproof.



“Quickly show me how much you love my dick, and I may not strike you
again.”
The teenager scrambled to his knees and opened his mouth. He engulfed
the bloated dripping dick of his German teacher.He could taste the filth
from under the German’s foreskin. He could taste the accumulated dick crud
and the fresh leaking pre-fuck. Kyle was straight. There was nothing gay
about him, but recently he had sucked dick almost every day. Now he slurped
at the fat Prussion prick noisily. He knew Mr. Hinkle loved it when he made
a pig of himself and slobbered over the dick. He took long noisy sucks and
then pulled back and let the prick slip out of his mouth and wetly slap his
face. He lunged at the nuts, lapping at them like an animal. He lifted each
ball on his tongue, and moaned with passion and ecstasy. Then he sucked on
the man’s pubic hair. Then he plunged his face down on the rampant dick once
again, this time taking it down his throat as he had been taught to do.
“Reach back and fuck the spoon in and out of your ass while you suck me.
Show me how much my dick turns you on.”
Suddenly Mr. Hinkle hopped up onto a sofa in the corner of the cellar
decorated rather like a rec-room. He stood there on the sofa, all
professorial. He even had a neck tie grossly hanging around his fat neck.
Otherwise he was totally bare assed, with his fuckmeat leaking from under
his fat belly.
“Hurry, little Cuntboy...crawl over and gobble my dick! Hurry up,
Fuckface!”
Kyle scrambled across the room, his tongue hanging out of his teenage
mouth as he had been taught to do. This was all part of the perverse game.
He had been taught to crawl like a dog, tongue out, panting after Mr.
Hinkle’s dick.
“That’s it, my little Fuckpuppy. You know what you want, don’t you? You
want my German Prick! You want my sweaty cum filled nuts! You want to lick
and suck my asshole, don’t you?
There was nothing worse than having to lick and suck Mr. Hinkle’s asshole.
His ass cheeks were fat and flabby, and the sour smell from between them was
nauseating. Also he loved to blow farts into Kyle’s face as the boy licked
Quickly show me how much you love my dick, and I may not strike you
again.”
The teenager scrambled to his knees and opened his mouth. He engulfed
the bloated dripping dick of his German teacher.He could taste the filth
from under the German’s foreskin. He could taste the accumulated dick crud
and the fresh leaking pre-fuck. Kyle was straight. There was nothing gay
about him, but recently he had sucked dick almost every day. Now he slurped
at the fat Prussion prick noisily. He knew Mr. Hinkle loved it when he made
a pig of himself and slobbered over the dick. He took long noisy sucks and
then pulled back and let the prick slip out of his mouth and wetly slap his
face. He lunged at the nuts, lapping at them like an animal. He lifted each
ball on his tongue, and moaned with passion and ecstasy. Then he sucked on
the man’s pubic hair. Then he plunged his face down on the rampant dick once
again, this time taking it down his throat as he had been taught to do.
“Reach back and fuck the spoon in and out of your ass while you suck me.
Show me how much my dick turns you on.”
Suddenly Mr. Hinkle hopped up onto a sofa in the corner of the cellar
decorated rather like a rec-room. He stood there on the sofa, all
professorial. He even had a neck tie grossly hanging around his fat neck.
Otherwise he was totally bare assed, with his fuckmeat leaking from under
his fat belly.
“Hurry, little Cuntboy...crawl over and gobble my dick! Hurry up,
Fuckface!”
Kyle scrambled across the room, his tongue hanging out of his teenage
mouth as he had been taught to do. This was all part of the perverse game.
He had been taught to crawl like a dog, tongue out, panting after Mr.
Hinkle’s dick.
“That’s it, my little Fuckpuppy. You know what you want, don’t you? You
want my German Prick! You want my sweaty cum filled nuts! You want to lick
and suck my asshole, don’t you?
There was nothing worse than having to lick and suck Mr. Hinkle’s asshole.
His ass cheeks were fat and flabby, and the sour smell from between them was
nauseating. Also he loved to blow farts into Kyle’s face as the boy licked



at the brown rectum!
How could Kyle put up with this? Why would Kyle put up with this? He knew
his entire future was at stake. He wanted so to play sports...to go to a
good school. Too make it in life. He didn’t see any option.
Mr. Hinkle lifted one foot and placed it on the back of the soft top.
This opened up his ass a bit. His balls swung ugly and hairy.
“Come on, Fuckdump get your face down under my balls and lick me good. For
lunch today I have prepared for you a nice Cum and snot sandwich and I will
give you a nice tall glass of fresh piss! And then all afternoon, I am
going to fuck your ass, not only with my schwantz, but with many things! I
even bought a loaf of french bread. I will fuck your ass with that until it
is soggy, and then you can eat it for dinner. In the evening, you will make
a nice masturbation and ass fucking video for me that I will send to my
friends over the internet. You will sit and bounce on a twelve inch dildo
while you masturbate your pathetic prick! Then every few minutes, you will
rise up off the dildo and lick your ass scum off of it! That should make a
fun video, don’t you think? You will end by jerking off over the photo of
your own mother and shooting your cum onto the photo. Then you will lick the
cum off the photo, and then piss on the photo until it is soggy, and then
you will eat the piss soaked photo. Tomorrow, I am going to stick thumb
tacks in your feet and have you dance for me. I will send you home early
tonight, so you can get those new photos of your cunt mother for me. And if
the photos of you with your dick in your mouth are not good enough, I swear
to God, I will make you bring me some of you fucking her! I may do that
anyway, so you had better be a good little Shit!
Kyle cried as he sucked on Mr. Hinkle’s smelly ass. He thought of the
beautiful girls he used to date. He thought of the hot pussy he used to
fuck. He thought of the sports teams on which he played and the praise he
got. Could he hold out just a few months? Could he put up with this
unbelievable humiliation, just until he graduated? Some day he would get
revenge, but for now, he had to do what he had to do!
“Shove your tongue way up my asshole and wiggle it around!” Mr. Hinkle
barked, bending over slightly so his ass would open up more to the boy’s
How could Kyle put up with this? Why would Kyle put up with this? He knew
his entire future was at stake. He wanted so to play sports...to go to a
good school. Too make it in life. He didn’t see any option.
Mr. Hinkle lifted one foot and placed it on the back of the soft top.
This opened up his ass a bit. His balls swung ugly and hairy.
“Come on, Fuckdump get your face down under my balls and lick me good. For
lunch today I have prepared for you a nice Cum and snot sandwich and I will
give you a nice tall glass of fresh piss! And then all afternoon, I am
going to fuck your ass, not only with my schwantz, but with many things! I
even bought a loaf of french bread. I will fuck your ass with that until it
is soggy, and then you can eat it for dinner. In the evening, you will make
a nice masturbation and ass fucking video for me that I will send to my
friends over the internet. You will sit and bounce on a twelve inch dildo
while you masturbate your pathetic prick! Then every few minutes, you will
rise up off the dildo and lick your ass scum off of it! That should make a
fun video, don’t you think? You will end by jerking off over the photo of
your own mother and shooting your cum onto the photo. Then you will lick the
cum off the photo, and then piss on the photo until it is soggy, and then
you will eat the piss soaked photo. Tomorrow, I am going to stick thumb
tacks in your feet and have you dance for me. I will send you home early
tonight, so you can get those new photos of your cunt mother for me. And if
the photos of you with your dick in your mouth are not good enough, I swear
to God, I will make you bring me some of you fucking her! I may do that
anyway, so you had better be a good little Shit!
Kyle cried as he sucked on Mr. Hinkle’s smelly ass. He thought of the
beautiful girls he used to date. He thought of the hot pussy he used to
fuck. He thought of the sports teams on which he played and the praise he
got. Could he hold out just a few months? Could he put up with this
unbelievable humiliation, just until he graduated? Some day he would get
revenge, but for now, he had to do what he had to do!
“Shove your tongue way up my asshole and wiggle it around!” Mr. Hinkle
barked, bending over slightly so his ass would open up more to the boy’s



ministering.
“Oh fuck, I am going to shoot!” Mr. Hinkle pulled away from Kyle and
turned on the couch, so he could blast his hot fuckslop all over the boy’s
face. After he finished spurting, he would scoop up the cum with his spongy
dickhead and make the boy eat it! Then he would slap the boy’s face with his
dick. He loved to do that. Mr. Hinkle could smell the stink from his sweaty
armpits and reminded himself to make Kyle lick his armpits clean. It was so
much more fun than showering.
“Oh fuck, I am going to shoot!” Mr. Hinkle pulled away from Kyle and
turned on the couch, so he could blast his hot fuckslop all over the boy’s
face. After he finished spurting, he would scoop up the cum with his spongy
dickhead and make the boy eat it! Then he would slap the boy’s face with his
dick. He loved to do that. Mr. Hinkle could smell the stink from his sweaty
armpits and reminded himself to make Kyle lick his armpits clean. It was so
much more fun than showering.

Was there no hope for poor handsome young Kyle?




It was so close to graduation. If he could just hold out a few more
weeks,everything would be fine. But would it? Would everything
ever be fine everagain? Had he been so warped and twisted by Mr.
Hinkle’s abuse that he would never be able to live a normal life?
Even the magical lure of graduating andof a scholarship to college
no longer brought the boy our of his low-esteem funk. He couldn’t
bear to think of the sick things he had been made to do.
weeks,everything would be fine. But would it? Would everything
ever be fine everagain? Had he been so warped and twisted by Mr.
Hinkle’s abuse that he would never be able to live a normal life?
Even the magical lure of graduating andof a scholarship to college
no longer brought the boy our of his low-esteem funk. He couldn’t
bear to think of the sick things he had been made to do.

One perverted activity after another, each more disgusting. Kyle
never honestly imagined any human beings could indulge in such
twisted activities.

This afternoon, Kyle was performing not only for Mr. Hinkle, but
for six of his twisted friends. Old, fat men, not a one of them under
sixty. Not a one of them with a decent body. Dirty, sweaty, old
perverts. Child molesters.

Kyle was naked except for his white athletic socks. For some
reason one ofthe old farts wanted him to leave his socks on, and
Mr. Hinkle allowed it.

Kyle was kneeling naked on the couch. He knew how to kneel;
back arched,ass up high, legs spread so his teenage fucksack was
clearly visable. These men just loved the eye-candy of a totally
bare assed teenage boy. They sat there rubbing their stubby thick
German pricks...trying to jerk their tools beneath their obscenely
fat bellies. Their heavy, thick panting filled the room as they
watched Kyle perform.

“GET THAT FUCKING ASS UP HIGHER, YOU PIECE OF
SHIT!” Mr. Hinkle barked, and whacked Kyle on the ass with a
wire coat hanger. The hanger went right into the crack and snapped
against Kyle’s swollen raw asshole. The teenage asshole itself was
in miserable shape, completely stretched from repeated fuckings,
not only with cocks but every conceivable kind of object.
Kyleworried about his college entrance physical. The doctor would
surly notice how raw and raped the asshole was, the ass lips
actually thick ridges of flesh. Mr. Hinkle told Kyle that the doctor



would just think the boy was a faggot slut, and there was no law
against being a fucking faggot slut fuckhole! Kyle, who was of
course one hundred percent straight, didn’t want to be thought of
as that. He also worried that when he started dating girlsagain, they
would remark on how odd his asshole looked.
t think the boy was a faggot slut, and there was no law
against being a fucking faggot slut fuckhole! Kyle, who was of
course one hundred percent straight, didn’t want to be thought of
as that. He also worried that when he started dating girlsagain, they
would remark on how odd his asshole looked.

The wire coat hanger snapped lower, catching Kyle on his teenage
ball sack. The nuts in the bag wobbled. The boy howled and the
German men roared with laughter.

“Pay attention, Fuckhole! Just because the end of the semester
isapproaching, don’t think that gives you reason to slack off now!”

Slack off? Kyle had been getting ass fucked at least two or three
times every single day for the last month. Mr. Hinkle freely passed
him around among his sadistic friends. He was fucked for hours up
the ass with dildos, bottles, candles, broom handles, toilet plungers,
you name it. Kyle sucked at least six to eight cocks every day, not
to mention the increased activity Mr. Hinkle had for him on
weekends. The boy was a fucked out mess. A seventeen year old
fucked out mess. He had started to get the shakes, and henow
stuttered when he spoke. The teachers at school and other adults
had feared it was drugs. They had no idea what it really was. There
were rings around his eyes. He could not sleep at night. He could
only think about the sadistic perverted things being done to him.

“Get that fucking Twat higher, you Cuntface!” Whack! Kyle
pushed his ass up higher..as high as he possibly could.

“Good. Now reach back with two fingers and fuck yourself in the
pussy with your fingers. Make sure they go nice and deep!”

Kyle groaned, and a large tear trailed from his eye down his cheek
and dripped of his chin. The men laughed more. Kyle put one
hand to his sexy teenage ass and forced two fingers into the raw
red cuntmeat. It hurt because his ass was permanently sore from
getting fucked so much. It hurt



just to touch his ass. Sometimes He could hardly sit down his ass
hurt so badly. When he took a shit, he sometimes screamed in pain
from the burning sensation. The German men loved to watch him
take a shit because it was so much fun to see him in such agony.
Mr. Hinkle had added to the agony by making tiny paper cuts all
along Kyle’s swollen ass lips. He wanted Kyle to be in unbearable
pain twenty-four hours a day.
hurt so badly. When he took a shit, he sometimes screamed in pain
from the burning sensation. The German men loved to watch him
take a shit because it was so much fun to see him in such agony.
Mr. Hinkle had added to the agony by making tiny paper cuts all
along Kyle’s swollen ass lips. He wanted Kyle to be in unbearable
pain twenty-four hours a day.

“Fuck yourself deep in your cunt, Kyle! Show us how deep you
can get those fingers.”

The tears on Kyle’s face mixed with the cum hanging from his
cheeks and chin. Two of the Germans had just shot loads all over
his young cute face.

Kyle felt less than human. He felt like some kind of animal. Did I
mention that his ass was full of cum. Mr. Hinkle and another man
had just finished fucking him in the ass. They never wore
condoms. He had no idea what diseases he now had.

Was it worth it? No! Not even to Kyle. But he could no longer
back out now, even if he wanted to. He had tried. He had told Mr.
Hinkle that he didn’t want to play these sick games anymore, and
he didn’t care if he graduated or not! But as I say, it was too late.
Mr. Hinkle smiled.

“So you do not mind if we mail the photos to all your friends, and
to your mother and to your priest, and to thousands of people on
the internet?”

Kyle could hardly get the words out. “What photos?” He already
knew.

“The ones of you face fucking your own drugged unconscious
mother.”

Kyle had really sobbed then. Mr. Hinkle had forced him to take
those photos and now he was using them against him. Mr. Hinkle
just laughed. There were more disgusting photo sessions after that.



While Kyle finger fucked his own asshole, Mr. Hinkle passed the
glossy eight by tens around to his friends. glossy eight by tens around to his
friends.

‘Have you seen the latest homework assignment our good little boy
has completed for us? His poor mother spends more time drugged
lately than conscious. She cannot understand what is happening to
her. Ha! Here are some nice photos of Kyle sucking on his
unconscious mother’s cunt! Look how you can see his tongue
going into her hairy pussy! A seventeen year old boy,

sucking the cunt of his own mother. Can you believe it?”

Kyle cried harder as he forced the fingers up his own asshole. How

could he do those things to his mom? But what choice had he?

“In the next photo he has her legs spread nice and wide and it
tonguing her asshole while he sticks a finger up her cunt. It took
two sessioons to get these. Our naughty little boy didn’t want to
comply with orders.” To emphasize his remarks, Mr. Hinkle
smacked the boy on the nuts with the hanger again. The full young
teenage scrotum swung, and Kyle moaned with

pain.

“Three fingers. Get three fingers up your cunt and fuck yourself
hard!”

The German ordered.

“Wait! Ach...I am going to shoot. I cannot hold back...” One of the
fat Germans yelled as he waddled across the room toward Kyle.

“Open your mouth, Bitch!” Mr. Hinkle yelled. Kyle dutifully
opened his mouth, and the fat old man unloaded his spunk into the
kid’s face. Ropes of cockslop covered his face, but most of it went
into his mouth. He was ordered to gargle with it before
swallowing. The fat German who had just

shot his load stood watching with glee. He fingered his dwindling,
leaking prick, staring at the boy with lust filled eyes.



“Keep your mouth open for a minute, Cuntface!” He commanded.
Kyle kept his teenage boy mouth open. “Turn your spunk covered
face this way.”
Keep your mouth open for a minute, Cuntface!” He commanded.
Kyle kept his teenage boy mouth open. “Turn your spunk covered
face this way.”

Kyle turned his head toward the old man. The German leaned
down, and put his nose very close to the boy’s face, and then he
snorted and blew his nose right into Kyle’s mouth! Mr. Hinkle
almost fell down with laughter.

“Yeah, we don’t feed him nearly enough snot! We must all empty
our noses in his mouth!”

Kyle choked and gagged and almost puked. But he knew that if he
dared to vomit, he would be made to lick it up. So he just
swallowed the horribly thick, clotted nose gunk. He kept telling
himself, just a few more hours and this session would be over.
Over for another day. After his abuse, he could

go home, crawl into bed, and cry himself to sleep.

“In the next photo there, our boy has got his dickhead in his
mother’s cunt. You see? It is the first dick she has had in some
time. Too bad she doesn’t know it, but I’ll bet her pussy is sore in
the morning. In the next photo, the boy’s dick is six inches up his
mother’s cunt. He is now officially a mother-fucker!”

They all laughed and sipped their beers and jerked their thick dicks

while looking at the photos. Kyle fucked his ass with three fingers.

“You are not fucking your ass hard enough, Kyle! I do not want to
have to punish you.”

Mr. Hinkle’s punishments were hideous. Much worse than the
daily abuse, so Kyle really fucked his ass hard. He rammed his
fingers up his developing twat. He grunted from the exertion. Cum
and snot dripped from his face.

“Now in the next photo, Kyle has a nice big smile as he shoots his
load



all over his mother’s face. That is a particularly good shot as Kyle
looks so happy. I don’t think he’d like others to see that one.”
’s face. That is a particularly good shot as Kyle
looks so happy. I don’t think he’d like others to see that one.”

Three fingers up his asshole, Kyle let out a sob.

“Four fingers, Kyle...you can do it. Your cunt is stretched enough.
Get all four fingers up your slutty pussy! “

It hurt like fuck, but what could Kyle do? He forced the last finger
up his asscunt. Now only his thumb was outside. Mr. Hinkle
grabbed the boy’s wrist and made sure he fucked himself really
hard. Kyle screamed in pain and humiliation. His screams filled the
house and made the Germans chortle with laughter. Mr. Hinkle
snapped the wire coat hanger against the boy’s nutsack

five times, quite hard. Kyle lost his balance and rolled from the
couch.

“Get your fucking worthless cunt back up on the couch,
Fuckhole!” the hanger snapped down on the boy’s ass globes.
Kyle returned to his couch position and continued fucking his own
asshole with his hand. His eyes glazed over as he started to
mentally crawl to that secret safe place he had

recently discovered, where the pain and horror were not so bad.
But Mr. Hinkle would have nothing to do with it. He grabbed the
boys scrotum and yanked hard and fast. The teenager yelped.

‘None of that. None of that!‘ I want you alert and paying attention!
Now, scoop our cum from your ass with your fucking hand, and
eat our cum!”

Kyle’s jaw hung open, his lips slack. He had no fight left. He was
so fucking totally beaten. He drew his fingers out of his ass,
covered with ass slime and cum. He brought them to his mouth and
sucked the crud from them. The taste was awful, but Kyle was
used to it. Can a boy get used to

such things? You bet.



“Again!” Mr. Hinkle ordered. Kyle shoved his fingers deep into
his ass to get the cum deposited there. He withdrew them and
brought them to his mouth.
Again!” Mr. Hinkle ordered. Kyle shoved his fingers deep into
his ass to get the cum deposited there. He withdrew them and
brought them to his mouth.

“Wait! Hold your hand out.” Kyle extended his scum coated
fingers. Mr. Hinkle leaned in and blew his nose onto the hand.
Snot and buggers and all kinds of disgusting green and yellow
gunk covered the boy’s hand.

“Good. Now eat up, my boy! Only a few weeks of school left. Earn
that A. Get that scholarship!”

Kyle sucked the foul mixture from his fingers. He gagged but only
a little. Not enough to make them angry.

“Good. Now we will put you on the fucking machine for two
hours, while we rest and have some dinner. Then tonight we will
feed your your dinner.

Directly from our Asses!”

Kyle could not believe what he had just heard. But the men in the
room nodded in agreement, and one of them cut a big fart!




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