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Ian couldn’t believe it. Here he was, eighteen years old, three weeks from graduating high school and already accepted at State where he intended to pursue a career in sports medicine, getting a naked, over-the-knee spanking from his Academic Counselor. And Ian didn’t know what was worse – the humiliation of being buck-ass naked lying over the man’s lap or the raw pain that was surging through his teenage body.
But if little Ian thought the humiliation and pain of a bare-assed spanking was unbearable, the boy was in for a rude awakening. Sean O’Malley, the boy’s Academic Counselor, was just warming the boy’s buns up for the main event. Sean had lusted after the teenager for the last two years and finally, finally just two weeks before graduation, the boy had given him the opening he been looking for – and Sean had every intention on plowing right through it.
You’d think a boy like Ian – smart, good-looking, coming from a well-to-do family – would have enough common sense not to jeopardize his entire academic future by bringing some weed to school and then offering to share some of it with the senior class’s biggest pot-head, Billy Rourke. You might think that, but you’d be wrong. And Billy, no sooner had Ian made his offer, immediately trotted off to Sean O’Malley’s office where he spilled all the beans.
You see Billy, unbeknownst to any of his classmates, had been getting his own tight little butt burnished and fucked by the Academic Counselor for the last six months, ever since the man had caught him smoking dope in the basement stairwell. Billy didn’t particularly like being the man’s ‘cuntboy,’ but he knew he didn’t have any choice, not if he didn’t want to get expelled. And while Billy certainly didn’t have the rosy future laid out for him that Ian did, being in school was the only thing that had kept his stepfather from kicking Billy’s ass out into the street.
Sean had already dangled the possibility of having Billy held back for another go at his senior year. On the one hand, that would mean Billy would be spending another entire year servicing the man. On the other, Billy would still have a roof over his head and food to eat. Billy wasn’t wild about spending another year as Sean’s ‘cuntboy,’ but, all things considered, he thought it was a better option than living on the street where even he realized he’d almost certainly end up as some other dude’s ‘cuntboy.’
The thing was, though, that the only way a senior could be held back to repeat his senior year was if the Academic Counselor certified that the boy would benefit by that extra year as a senior. And so far, at least, Sean had refused to commit himself to doing that unless Billy agreed to star in some gay porn movies that a local studio was making, something Billy most definitely did not want to do but was afraid that he might have to in order to get Sean to certify that he would benefit by being held back.
But Billy also knew that Sean had long nursed the hots for Ian, and he figured that, if he made it possible for Sean to finally get into his classmate’s tight fuck-hole, Sean might agree to certify him without forcing him to make gay porn movies on the side. So when, after Billy had told the man about Ian’s offer, the man told Billy to go back and offer the boy money for the weed – a transaction which Sean eventually recorded – Billy was more than happy to set his classmate up since Sean agreed to certify Billy for another year as a senior if he did so.
Not surprisingly, Ian was flabbergasted when the Academic Counselor called him into his office and showed Ian the film of him selling marijuana to a fellow classmate on school property. Given the school’s zero tolerance for drugs policy, Ian faced immediate expulsion. Sean managed to convey an aura of sympathy for the boy as he laid out, in excruciating detail, how being expelled would totally destroy the teenager’s entire future, and how the sale of drugs might actually result in Ian serving time in the State penitentiary where God only knew what horrible things would happen to the boy at the hands of hardened cons.
It wasn’t long before Ian was begging Sean to help him out, promising – without fully appreciating what he was promising – that he would do anything that Sean told him to if only Sean wouldn’t send the video of Ian selling Billy the weed on to the authorities. “Well, for starters, Ian,” Sean informed the boy, “you know you have to be punished. After all, selling marijuana is a criminal offense which is definitely aggravated when committed on school property. And I believe the punishment should always match the severity of the offense, don’t you, Ian?”
To be honest, Ian didn’t really think selling some weed to a fellow student was all that horrible a thing, but it was obvious that his Academic Counselor thought otherwise, and Ian knew that, regardless what he thought, he’d be expelled if the matter was passed on to the school disciplinary authorities so he simply answered, “Yes, sir.”
“Well, then for starters, Ian,” the Academic Counselor said, “why don’t you take off your clothes. All of them.”
“What?” the boy exclaimed, shocked. “Why would I do that?”
“Because I’m going to spank you, boy,” Sean responded. “And I’ve found that nothing is more effective than a bare-assed spanking in teaching a boy humility and getting him to amend his ways.”
“But my parents don’t believe in corporal punishment,” Ian objected.
“And that may well be why you’re here right now,” Sean retorted. “But that’s neither here nor there. What’s important is that I believe in corporal punishment, and I intend to give you a hard spanking every day from now on until the end of the school year just to ensure that there’s no backsliding on your part. If you’re unwilling to submit to this discipline, I’ll just have to turn the video over to the authorities and let them pursue their own punishments for your misdeeds.”
The boy looked at his Academic Counselor for a long time and then slowly reached down and peeled off his t-shirt. A minute later he was standing in front of the man wearing only his boxer-briefs.
“Take them off, too,” the man ordered, pointing at Ian’s underwear.
It looked like Ian was going to make some further objection but then he thought better of it. Instead, eyes flashing he roughly pushed down his boxer-briefs and stepped out of them. “There, you happy?” he asked sarcastically.
“Boy,” Sean immediately responded, his own eyes glinting, “I suggest you lose the attitude. I’m doing you a favor here and I’m more than willing to stop right now and just send the video on to the authorities. Just a few minutes ago you were telling me how you’d do anything – anything – necessary to keep me from doing just that. If you’re balking already at the prospect of a simple spanking, it seems pretty clear that you don’t have any intention of fulfilling that promise. And, if that’s the case, feel free to put your clothes back on and get the hell out of here and I’ll just let the police and the courts handle the whole matter. So, what’s it going to be, boy. You going to do what you said or are you going to face the consequences of being a teenage drug dealer on school premises.”
Stunned by the man’s obvious willingness to throw Ian to the proverbial wolves, the boy hastened to assure the man he had meant what he promised. “I’m going to do what I said, sir,” he told Sean. “I’ll do anything you tell me to. Anything. I promise.”
“I’m going to hold you to that promise,” Sean responded with a steely look in his eye. “Now get your naked ass over my lap and take your spanking. The first of many more to come.”
“Yes, sir,” Ian replied, suitably chastened.
Once Ian had stretched himself across Sean’s lap, the man spent a good half-hour burnishing the crap out of the teenager’s ass-cheeks. And Sean couldn’t help noticing that, the longer the spanking went on, the more submissive the boy became. So no sooner had the man stopped whaling away at the now scarlet buttocks than he moved on to the next stage.
“Okay, boy,” he said with all the authority years of dealing with boys just like Ian had given him, “get up and go kneel on that chair over there, with your legs spread as wide as you can get them.”
“Why?” the boy asked querulously, the tears still streaming down his face.
Sean didn’t hesitate a second. He slapped the boy hard across the face. “Boy, I thought I made it clear that you are not to question any order I give you. You are to simply do what you’re told, just like you’ve promised.”
Still reeling from the blow to his face, the obviously frightened boy managed to squeak out a ‘yes, sir,’ and then climbed up on the chair as ordered.
In less than a minute, Sean had slipped out of his clothes and was stroking his rigid 8 and 1/2 inch cock as he walked up behind Ian. Roughly, he forced the boy to bend his torso over the back of the chair, elevating his burning ass even more. “What…what are you going to do, sir?” Ian asked in a tremulous voice when he felt the man’s body nestling up against his own.
“What am I going to do, boy?” Sean repeated as he wedged his cock right against the teenager’s puckered anal opening. He spit down onto his cock to provide a little lubrication. “Why I’m going to fuck you, boy. What did you think I was going to do?” And even as he confirmed Ian’s worst fears, the man rammed his hips forward burying a good five inches of hard Man-cock up the boy’s pussy.
“Oh, my God. It hurts,” Ian squealed as his fuck-cherry was busted wide open. “It hurts so bad.”
“It should hurt, boy,” Sean rejoined, even as he forced the rest of throbbing boner up the boy’s hole. “You’re being punished, boy. But don’t worry. It will hurt less and less with each passing day. By the time the three weeks are up, you probably will scarcely feel it when I fuck you.”
“What!” Ian exclaimed, even as he writhed underneath the older man. “You never…you never said anything about fucking me. You can’t do that. You can’t.”
Sean couldn’t keep from laughing. “Maybe you haven’t noticed, boy, but I’m doing just that right now.” To make sure the boy did realize that, the man unleashed a flurry of hard thrusts into the teenager’s incredibly tight fuck-chute, forcing Ian to squeal just like a stucked-piglet. “And just so you’re clear on everything, boy, I’m going to be fucking you after I spank you every day from now until graduation. That’s the price you have to pay for selling drugs on the school’s premises. And that’s essentially what you agreed to when you agreed to accept any punishment – anything – that I wanted to mete out.”
“But…but I didn’t have any idea that you’d be spanking me and…and fucking me,” Ian sobbed. The boy was crying like a little baby now as his Academic Counselor started really throwing it to him. “I never would have agreed to that,” he moaned.
“We can stop right now if you want, boy,” Sean replied. “We can stop right now and I’ll pull my cock out of your boypussy and you can go home and I can turn the video over to the authorities if that’s what you want.” Sean had no intention of stopping, of course, not until he gotten his first nut up the teenager’s incredibly tight cunt-hole, but he was pretty sure he wouldn’t have to. Sean had dealt with boys like Ian before. He didn’t want to get fucked but he also didn’t want to face the possible consequences of having been caught peddling drugs in a school, so he would do nothing. For all his macho posturing around his bros, Ian really was a faggot at heart – a boy who would always end up letting a Real Man make the decisions for him. And Sean had definitely already decided – Ian was going to be fucked, fucked and seeded. And then fucked again.
Ian would show up tomorrow for another spanking and another fucking. And he’d be here the next day and the day after. And he’d tell himself that he was only doing it because he had to, because he had no choice. Then, next week when he walked into the Academic Counselor’s office for his daily spanking and fucking and found Billy there, too, and Sean told him that Billy was going to fuck him as part of Ian’s punishment, Ian would complain but then submit. And from then on, it would be Sean AND Billy fucking him.
Eventually, to Billy’s surprise and embarrassment, Ian would be ordered to fuck Billy. Ian would be surprised and so would Billy. But both boys, both nascent fags, would do as they were told. And then, in three weeks, just as Ian thought he was coming to the end of his sexual servitude, Sean would show both boys the videos he’d made of them fucking each other. And they would both be appalled and embarrassed as they watched themselves in action. Ultimately, in order to keep all their friends and their families from seeing what faggot sluts they’d become, both boys would reluctantly agree to appearing in the porn film Sean had arranged for them – two white boys having the holy crap fucked out of them by a group of eight well-hung Black dudes – on Sean’s assurances that no one they knew would ever be seeing a video like that.
But, of course, some of their friends would see the film. Sean would make sure of that. And then, thoroughly humiliated and totally ostracized, they’d have no choice but to turn to Sean, no longer their Academic Counselor, now their hard taskmaster, for rescue. And in just two years’ time, neither Ian nor Billy would be able to remember a past when they weren’t hard working rent-boys, who spread their legs and aching boypussies every night for paying customers.
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Ian couldn’t believe it. Here he was, eighteen years old, three weeks from graduating high school and already accepted at State where he intended to pursue a career in sports medicine, getting a naked, over-the-knee spanking from his Academic Counselor. And Ian didn’t know what was worse – the humiliation of being buck-ass naked lying over the man’s lap or the raw pain that was surging through his teenage body.
But if little Ian thought the humiliation and pain of a bare-assed spanking was unbearable, the boy was in for a rude awakening. Sean O’Malley, the boy’s Academic Counselor, was just warming the boy’s buns up for the main event. Sean had lusted after the teenager for the last two years and finally, finally just two weeks before graduation, the boy had given him the opening he been looking for – and Sean had every intention on plowing right through it.
You’d think a boy like Ian – smart, good-looking, coming from a well-to-do family – would have enough common sense not to jeopardize his entire academic future by bringing some weed to school and then offering to share some of it with the senior class’s biggest pot-head, Billy Rourke. You might think that, but you’d be wrong. And Billy, no sooner had Ian made his offer, immediately trotted off to Sean O’Malley’s office where he spilled all the beans.
You see Billy, unbeknownst to any of his classmates, had been getting his own tight little butt burnished and fucked by the Academic Counselor for the last six months, ever since the man had caught him smoking dope in the basement stairwell. Billy didn’t particularly like being the man’s ‘cuntboy,’ but he knew he didn’t have any choice, not if he didn’t want to get expelled. And while Billy certainly didn’t have the rosy future laid out for him that Ian did, being in school was the only thing that had kept his stepfather from kicking Billy’s ass out into the street.
Sean had already dangled the possibility of having Billy held back for another go at his senior year. On the one hand, that would mean Billy would be spending another entire year servicing the man. On the other, Billy would still have a roof over his head and food to eat. Billy wasn’t wild about spending another year as Sean’s ‘cuntboy,’ but, all things considered, he thought it was a better option than living on the street where even he realized he’d almost certainly end up as some other dude’s ‘cuntboy.’
The thing was, though, that the only way a senior could be held back to repeat his senior year was if the Academic Counselor certified that the boy would benefit by that extra year as a senior. And so far, at least, Sean had refused to commit himself to doing that unless Billy agreed to star in some gay porn movies that a local studio was making, something Billy most definitely did not want to do but was afraid that he might have to in order to get Sean to certify that he would benefit by being held back.
But Billy also knew that Sean had long nursed the hots for Ian, and he figured that, if he made it possible for Sean to finally get into his classmate’s tight fuck-hole, Sean might agree to certify him without forcing him to make gay porn movies on the side. So when, after Billy had told the man about Ian’s offer, the man told Billy to go back and offer the boy money for the weed – a transaction which Sean eventually recorded – Billy was more than happy to set his classmate up since Sean agreed to certify Billy for another year as a senior if he did so.
Not surprisingly, Ian was flabbergasted when the Academic Counselor called him into his office and showed Ian the film of him selling marijuana to a fellow classmate on school property. Given the school’s zero tolerance for drugs policy, Ian faced immediate expulsion. Sean managed to convey an aura of sympathy for the boy as he laid out, in excruciating detail, how being expelled would totally destroy the teenager’s entire future, and how the sale of drugs might actually result in Ian serving time in the State penitentiary where God only knew what horrible things would happen to the boy at the hands of hardened cons.
It wasn’t long before Ian was begging Sean to help him out, promising – without fully appreciating what he was promising – that he would do anything that Sean told him to if only Sean wouldn’t send the video of Ian selling Billy the weed on to the authorities. “Well, for starters, Ian,” Sean informed the boy, “you know you have to be punished. After all, selling marijuana is a criminal offense which is definitely aggravated when committed on school property. And I believe the punishment should always match the severity of the offense, don’t you, Ian?”
To be honest, Ian didn’t really think selling some weed to a fellow student was all that horrible a thing, but it was obvious that his Academic Counselor thought otherwise, and Ian knew that, regardless what he thought, he’d be expelled if the matter was passed on to the school disciplinary authorities so he simply answered, “Yes, sir.”
“Well, then for starters, Ian,” the Academic Counselor said, “why don’t you take off your clothes. All of them.”
“What?” the boy exclaimed, shocked. “Why would I do that?”
“Because I’m going to spank you, boy,” Sean responded. “And I’ve found that nothing is more effective than a bare-assed spanking in teaching a boy humility and getting him to amend his ways.”
“But my parents don’t believe in corporal punishment,” Ian objected.
“And that may well be why you’re here right now,” Sean retorted. “But that’s neither here nor there. What’s important is that I believe in corporal punishment, and I intend to give you a hard spanking every day from now on until the end of the school year just to ensure that there’s no backsliding on your part. If you’re unwilling to submit to this discipline, I’ll just have to turn the video over to the authorities and let them pursue their own punishments for your misdeeds.”
The boy looked at his Academic Counselor for a long time and then slowly reached down and peeled off his t-shirt. A minute later he was standing in front of the man wearing only his boxer-briefs.
“Take them off, too,” the man ordered, pointing at Ian’s underwear.
It looked like Ian was going to make some further objection but then he thought better of it. Instead, eyes flashing he roughly pushed down his boxer-briefs and stepped out of them. “There, you happy?” he asked sarcastically.
“Boy,” Sean immediately responded, his own eyes glinting, “I suggest you lose the attitude. I’m doing you a favor here and I’m more than willing to stop right now and just send the video on to the authorities. Just a few minutes ago you were telling me how you’d do anything – anything – necessary to keep me from doing just that. If you’re balking already at the prospect of a simple spanking, it seems pretty clear that you don’t have any intention of fulfilling that promise. And, if that’s the case, feel free to put your clothes back on and get the hell out of here and I’ll just let the police and the courts handle the whole matter. So, what’s it going to be, boy. You going to do what you said or are you going to face the consequences of being a teenage drug dealer on school premises.”
Stunned by the man’s obvious willingness to throw Ian to the proverbial wolves, the boy hastened to assure the man he had meant what he promised. “I’m going to do what I said, sir,” he told Sean. “I’ll do anything you tell me to. Anything. I promise.”
“I’m going to hold you to that promise,” Sean responded with a steely look in his eye. “Now get your naked ass over my lap and take your spanking. The first of many more to come.”
“Yes, sir,” Ian replied, suitably chastened.
Once Ian had stretched himself across Sean’s lap, the man spent a good half-hour burnishing the crap out of the teenager’s ass-cheeks. And Sean couldn’t help noticing that, the longer the spanking went on, the more submissive the boy became. So no sooner had the man stopped whaling away at the now scarlet buttocks than he moved on to the next stage.
“Okay, boy,” he said with all the authority years of dealing with boys just like Ian had given him, “get up and go kneel on that chair over there, with your legs spread as wide as you can get them.”
“Why?” the boy asked querulously, the tears still streaming down his face.
Sean didn’t hesitate a second. He slapped the boy hard across the face. “Boy, I thought I made it clear that you are not to question any order I give you. You are to simply do what you’re told, just like you’ve promised.”
Still reeling from the blow to his face, the obviously frightened boy managed to squeak out a ‘yes, sir,’ and then climbed up on the chair as ordered.
In less than a minute, Sean had slipped out of his clothes and was stroking his rigid 8 and 1/2 inch cock as he walked up behind Ian. Roughly, he forced the boy to bend his torso over the back of the chair, elevating his burning ass even more. “What…what are you going to do, sir?” Ian asked in a tremulous voice when he felt the man’s body nestling up against his own.
“What am I going to do, boy?” Sean repeated as he wedged his cock right against the teenager’s puckered anal opening. He spit down onto his cock to provide a little lubrication. “Why I’m going to fuck you, boy. What did you think I was going to do?” And even as he confirmed Ian’s worst fears, the man rammed his hips forward burying a good five inches of hard Man-cock up the boy’s pussy.
“Oh, my God. It hurts,” Ian squealed as his fuck-cherry was busted wide open. “It hurts so bad.”
“It should hurt, boy,” Sean rejoined, even as he forced the rest of throbbing boner up the boy’s hole. “You’re being punished, boy. But don’t worry. It will hurt less and less with each passing day. By the time the three weeks are up, you probably will scarcely feel it when I fuck you.”
“What!” Ian exclaimed, even as he writhed underneath the older man. “You never…you never said anything about fucking me. You can’t do that. You can’t.”
Sean couldn’t keep from laughing. “Maybe you haven’t noticed, boy, but I’m doing just that right now.” To make sure the boy did realize that, the man unleashed a flurry of hard thrusts into the teenager’s incredibly tight fuck-chute, forcing Ian to squeal just like a stucked-piglet. “And just so you’re clear on everything, boy, I’m going to be fucking you after I spank you every day from now until graduation. That’s the price you have to pay for selling drugs on the school’s premises. And that’s essentially what you agreed to when you agreed to accept any punishment – anything – that I wanted to mete out.”
“But…but I didn’t have any idea that you’d be spanking me and…and fucking me,” Ian sobbed. The boy was crying like a little baby now as his Academic Counselor started really throwing it to him. “I never would have agreed to that,” he moaned.
“We can stop right now if you want, boy,” Sean replied. “We can stop right now and I’ll pull my cock out of your boypussy and you can go home and I can turn the video over to the authorities if that’s what you want.” Sean had no intention of stopping, of course, not until he gotten his first nut up the teenager’s incredibly tight cunt-hole, but he was pretty sure he wouldn’t have to. Sean had dealt with boys like Ian before. He didn’t want to get fucked but he also didn’t want to face the possible consequences of having been caught peddling drugs in a school, so he would do nothing. For all his macho posturing around his bros, Ian really was a faggot at heart – a boy who would always end up letting a Real Man make the decisions for him. And Sean had definitely already decided – Ian was going to be fucked, fucked and seeded. And then fucked again.
Ian would show up tomorrow for another spanking and another fucking. And he’d be here the next day and the day after. And he’d tell himself that he was only doing it because he had to, because he had no choice. Then, next week when he walked into the Academic Counselor’s office for his daily spanking and fucking and found Billy there, too, and Sean told him that Billy was going to fuck him as part of Ian’s punishment, Ian would complain but then submit. And from then on, it would be Sean AND Billy fucking him.
Eventually, to Billy’s surprise and embarrassment, Ian would be ordered to fuck Billy. Ian would be surprised and so would Billy. But both boys, both nascent fags, would do as they were told. And then, in three weeks, just as Ian thought he was coming to the end of his sexual servitude, Sean would show both boys the videos he’d made of them fucking each other. And they would both be appalled and embarrassed as they watched themselves in action. Ultimately, in order to keep all their friends and their families from seeing what faggot sluts they’d become, both boys would reluctantly agree to appearing in the porn film Sean had arranged for them – two white boys having the holy crap fucked out of them by a group of eight well-hung Black dudes – on Sean’s assurances that no one they knew would ever be seeing a video like that.
But, of course, some of their friends would see the film. Sean would make sure of that. And then, thoroughly humiliated and totally ostracized, they’d have no choice but to turn to Sean, no longer their Academic Counselor, now their hard taskmaster, for rescue. And in just two years’ time, neither Ian nor Billy would be able to remember a past when they weren’t hard working rent-boys, who spread their legs and aching boypussies every night for paying customers.