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Toby was enjoying the blowjob he was getting from Mr. Samuels, their substitute math teacher. A lot more that Mr. Samuels was, he’d bet. Of course, this was the first teenboy prick the new teacher had ever sucked, but Toby and his bros were going to rectify this deficiency in their teacher’s training right now. Mr. Samuels was going to suck them all off, one after the other. And then, after each of them had gotten his first nut down the teacher’s throat, they were going to take turns fucking their teacher’s cherry asshole, giving him a welcome to Ryder High that he’d never be able to forget - no matter how hard he tried.
Mr. Samuels had shown up yesterday, fresh out of college and obviously eager to make a good impression in his first job. Samuels had made a good impression, too, though probably not the type he intended. Toby and his crew had seen the way Samuels’ tight slacks outlined a bodacious booty, the way his shirt showed off the curves of his chest, the way the front of his slacks bulged nicely over his crotch. And they’d picked up the anxiety that wafted from him, too - the eagerness to do a good job seasoned by a healthy dose of fear that he might not be up to it at Ryder High, a school with the well-earned reputation of being the toughest in town. And Toby and his bros immediately marked Samuels down as prey, as the next teacher they were going to bitch out and turn into their unwilling cum-dump.
But, while Samuels wasn’t going to be the first teacher they’d bitched out during their four years at Ryder, he certainly looked to be the sexiest. Admittedly, Rory McMahon, their former physical education instructor, had had himself a decent body and a nice tight fuck-hole, but he’d been close to forty when they nailed his butt and clearly his best days were already behind him. Samuels, though, was a young dude, probably no more than twenty-three and in prime physical condition. It'd be a lot more fun taking a hot, twenty-something stud and turning him into their pussy-bitch, making him suck their dicks and bend over and let them slip their cocks up his crack whenever they demanded it, than some older, over-the-hill dude like McMahon. When they talked about it after the first day’s class, they were unanimous in their desire to fuck the living crap out of their new teacher. The only question was when they should make the first move.
Emmett, the biggest of the four of them, wanted to wait a week or so, to let the dude acclimate himself to his new environment, to let him get more comfortable so that when they finally did make their move the shock and embarrassment of being bitched out by four high school studs would be so much the greater. But Toby was all for fucking the man as soon as possible. After all, he argued, he was just a substitute teacher and who knew how long Ms. Carnavan would be out on maternity leave. The sooner they started fucking their new teacher, the longer they’d be able to fuck him. Besides, a young dude like Samuels would be horrified and humiliated whenever they made their move - there was no need to give the little faggot a week just to let him get acclimated to Ryder High; one long afternoon of servicing their randy boy-dicks would do that just fine.
Since, like high school stud-pups everywhere, they were always horny, it was probably a foregone conclusion that Toby’s argument would win out. So the next day, just as the final bell rang, they made their move. They quickly surrounded Samuels’ desk as the rest of the class, knowing what was about to go down, made a hasty exit, though some of the girls, realizing that after the boys had their fun with the new teacher there’d be no way he’d be making a play for any of them, were pissed off since Samuels was definitely the best-looking teacher at Ryder and they would have loved having the new teacher dicking their pussies. But once the boys had cored Samuels his own pussy between his legs, there wouldn’t be a chance that he’d ever get up enough nerve, or would even have the opportunity, to diddle the girls in his class. And the girls just didn’t think that was fair. Toby's crew, of course, didn’t care what the girls thought - they were going to bitch the new teacher out and that was that.
Samuels was definitely nervous when he looked up and saw himself surrounded by the four boys, a condition that immediately escalated to raw terror when Toby, not bothering to beat around the bush, simply said, “You’ve got yourself a sexy pair of lips, Mr. Samuels. Why don’t you wrap them around my hard cock and give me some good head.”
Samuels tried sputtering an angry refusal, but the words were scarcely out of his mouth before the four of them began wrestling him out of his chair and onto the floor in front of them. Almost before he could comprehend what was going on, Samuels had Toby’s hard boy-dick pounding in and out of his mouth while his three buddies made sure his head kept up a steady back and forth motion mirroring the teenager’s forward thrusts. In just minutes, the teacher was swallowing convulsively as the boy pumped a load of creamy boy-seed deep in his mouth. The man scarcely had a chance to catch his breath before Toby yanked his cock out of his teacher’s mouth and it was rapidly replaced with Emmett’s throbbing boner. And after Emmett had fed him his load of babymakers, it was Dakin’s turn and, after him, Ace had him suck off his iron-hard boy-meat.
Boys being boys, it took the four of them less than twenty minutes to all get their first nut, but if Samuels thought they were finished with him, the teacher was in for a rude awakening, as they forced the man back to his feet and just ripped the clothes off his body until he was completely naked. Then, after Ace had swiped all the junk off Samuels desk with a single sweep of his arm, they forced the teacher back onto it. "Please, please, no more,” Samuels was whimpering as he looked up at Toby, who was holding the teacher’s legs up in the air as the teenager positioned his still-rampant boy-cock hard against the man’s puckered sphincter. "Sorry, teach,” the boy replied with an amused grin, “but we ain’t nowhere near done with you yet.” And then, as if to punctuate that point, the boy drove his cock balls-deep into the teacher’s cherry hole.
Samuels howled like a wounded wolf as his man-twat was brutally impaled for the first time in his life, causing Emmett to leap forward and wrapped his meaty hand around the teacher’s mouth, stifling his further screams as Toby ravaged the man’s tender fuck-chute, not stopping until he spewed out his second load of the afternoon, this one deep inside the teacher’s steaming bunghole. Needless to say, that was only the first dick the man had to take up his pussy that afternoon as all four of the boys plumbed the depths of the teacher’s previously pristine anal opening.
By the time the boys had finished fucking his poor ass, Samuels was no longer making an effort to resist them. He'd been raped, he knew that. But he also knew that if the boys wanted to rape him again, he was powerless to prevent it, so he just lay back on his desk and waited to see if his ordeal was over. He was gratified that it seemed to be when Toby ordered him to stand up.
The man was noticeably unsteady once he was back on his feet, and he had to reach back to the desk to keep from toppling over. As he did so, a loud raspberry fart ripped through his ass followed by the effusion of a copious amount of teenboy ball-scuzz that began running down his legs, which caused the four boys who had just raped him to laugh uproariously. Samuels had never felt so completely humiliated in his entire life.
Samuels was standing there, blushing furiously, trying his best to tighten his painfully abused back-hole and keep as much of the disgusting boy-seed that had been fed into his shitter inside himself as possible until he could get home and let it drain into his toilet, when Toby surprised him by dropping to his knees in front of him. The next thing he knew, Toby had leaned forward and taken the teacher’s flaccid man-cock and slurped it into his mouth. Samuels could hear himself groaning as the boy continued to work on the tube of flesh and, to Samuels own considerable surprise, he was soon sporting a full-boner. His attention was totally focused on Toby as the boy worked the man’s dick closer and closer to an orgasm and then, just as the initial spurts from the teacher’s cock spewed into Toby’s mouth, the boy leaned backwards and took the rest of the man’s ball juice directly on his face.
Samuels had scarcely finished shooting his load when Toby, his face now screwed up in anger, looked up at the man and said, “There, are you happy, Mr. Samuels? I sucked you off like you told me to. I didn’t want to at all, but you made me. Just please don’t fuck me again. You promised you wouldn’t if I sucked you off.” Even as Samuels was trying to comprehend what was going on, he heard one of the boys say, ‘That was great, Toby. That was great,’ and he looked up and saw that the other three boys all had their smart phones in their hands, obviously having recorded the blowjob Toby had just given him.
Toby, himself, quickly stood up, his feigned anger a thing of the past. Smiling wickedly, he leaned his face in towards Samuels. "Lick it off, teach,” he ordered, “Lick your ball-scum off my face. After all, it was your scuzz to begin with.” And, even as the totally defeated teacher leaned forward and began licking his own ball juice off the teenager’s face, Toby was talking to him, explaining what Samuels had already figured out.
“Now listen up Mr. Samuels,” the boy was saying. "That video we just shot isn’t just your job - it’s your whole life. The police see that and you’re headed to jail for sure. Probably for a long time, too, you being a teacher and me being one of your students. So any idea you had of maybe going to the authorities you can just forget. And, Mr. Samuels, just so we’re clear here, we’re nowhere near done with you. Nowhere near. You're our bitch, now. Our little faggot fuck-bitch. And we’re going to be fucking you whenever we want. Every day. And we’re gonna keep fucking you every day until we decide we’re done with you.“
“Now you need to understand, Mr. Samuels,” Toby continued, a condescending smile on his face, “that you’re not going to transfer schools, you’re not gonna quit teaching, you’re not gonna do anything but show up here at Ryder every fucking day. And, at the end of every fucking day, the four of us are gonna fuck your faggot ass. And you’re gonna know, every day you drag your sore and aching ass to school, you’re gonna know that it’s gonna be way sorer when you’re leaving than it was when you arrived, but you’re still gonna show up every day because if you don’t - if you miss a single day - this video goes to the authorities. Understand, Mr. Samuels? Understand, bitch?”
Samuels stood there, his head down, the tears coursing down his face as he listened to the boy spell out the teacher’s future as the fuck-bitch for four teenage boys. And, though his mind was racing as fast as it ever had, he couldn’t see any way out of the trap he was now in. He forced himself to look up at the boy and slowly gave his rapist the only answer he could. "I understand.”
“Just what do you understand, Mr. Samuels?” the boy pressed.
Haltingly the man replied, “That I’m your bitch. That I’m your fuck-bitch now.”
“That’s right, Mr. Samuels,” Toby crowed in triumph. "That's right. You're our fuck-bitch now. And, just so you know Mr. Samuels, us four are gonna have a lot of fun with our fuck-bitch, a lot of fun dicking your faggot ass.”
Toby bent down and began putting on his clothes. And then he and his crew headed to the door, leaving the naked teacher a picture of absolute dejection standing in front of his desk. But just before he got to the door, Toby turned back to his teacher.
“By the way, Mr. Samuels,” he said, “do us all a favor. Clean out your dirty ass before you get here tomorrow. No one likes shit on his dick. If you’re dirty again, you’re gonna be cleaning your crap off my dick with your tongue. So unless you’re really interested in finding out what your shit tastes like, I suggest you do a real good job douching yourself in the morning. Cause the one thing you can count on, bitch, is that I’m gonna be fucking you tomorrow. I'm definitely going to be fucking your man-twat again tomorrow.”
And Mr. Samuels knew that he would. He knew that all of them would. And there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. He might be the teacher, but he was definitely getting schooled by Toby and his crew - and his schooling looked likely to continue for a long, long time.
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Toby was enjoying the blowjob he was getting from Mr. Samuels, their substitute math teacher. A lot more that Mr. Samuels was, he’d bet. Of course, this was the first teenboy prick the new teacher had ever sucked, but Toby and his bros were going to rectify this deficiency in their teacher’s training right now. Mr. Samuels was going to suck them all off, one after the other. And then, after each of them had gotten his first nut down the teacher’s throat, they were going to take turns fucking their teacher’s cherry asshole, giving him a welcome to Ryder High that he’d never be able to forget - no matter how hard he tried.
Mr. Samuels had shown up yesterday, fresh out of college and obviously eager to make a good impression in his first job. Samuels had made a good impression, too, though probably not the type he intended. Toby and his crew had seen the way Samuels’ tight slacks outlined a bodacious booty, the way his shirt showed off the curves of his chest, the way the front of his slacks bulged nicely over his crotch. And they’d picked up the anxiety that wafted from him, too - the eagerness to do a good job seasoned by a healthy dose of fear that he might not be up to it at Ryder High, a school with the well-earned reputation of being the toughest in town. And Toby and his bros immediately marked Samuels down as prey, as the next teacher they were going to bitch out and turn into their unwilling cum-dump.
But, while Samuels wasn’t going to be the first teacher they’d bitched out during their four years at Ryder, he certainly looked to be the sexiest. Admittedly, Rory McMahon, their former physical education instructor, had had himself a decent body and a nice tight fuck-hole, but he’d been close to forty when they nailed his butt and clearly his best days were already behind him. Samuels, though, was a young dude, probably no more than twenty-three and in prime physical condition. It'd be a lot more fun taking a hot, twenty-something stud and turning him into their pussy-bitch, making him suck their dicks and bend over and let them slip their cocks up his crack whenever they demanded it, than some older, over-the-hill dude like McMahon. When they talked about it after the first day’s class, they were unanimous in their desire to fuck the living crap out of their new teacher. The only question was when they should make the first move.
Emmett, the biggest of the four of them, wanted to wait a week or so, to let the dude acclimate himself to his new environment, to let him get more comfortable so that when they finally did make their move the shock and embarrassment of being bitched out by four high school studs would be so much the greater. But Toby was all for fucking the man as soon as possible. After all, he argued, he was just a substitute teacher and who knew how long Ms. Carnavan would be out on maternity leave. The sooner they started fucking their new teacher, the longer they’d be able to fuck him. Besides, a young dude like Samuels would be horrified and humiliated whenever they made their move - there was no need to give the little faggot a week just to let him get acclimated to Ryder High; one long afternoon of servicing their randy boy-dicks would do that just fine.
Since, like high school stud-pups everywhere, they were always horny, it was probably a foregone conclusion that Toby’s argument would win out. So the next day, just as the final bell rang, they made their move. They quickly surrounded Samuels’ desk as the rest of the class, knowing what was about to go down, made a hasty exit, though some of the girls, realizing that after the boys had their fun with the new teacher there’d be no way he’d be making a play for any of them, were pissed off since Samuels was definitely the best-looking teacher at Ryder and they would have loved having the new teacher dicking their pussies. But once the boys had cored Samuels his own pussy between his legs, there wouldn’t be a chance that he’d ever get up enough nerve, or would even have the opportunity, to diddle the girls in his class. And the girls just didn’t think that was fair. Toby's crew, of course, didn’t care what the girls thought - they were going to bitch the new teacher out and that was that.
Samuels was definitely nervous when he looked up and saw himself surrounded by the four boys, a condition that immediately escalated to raw terror when Toby, not bothering to beat around the bush, simply said, “You’ve got yourself a sexy pair of lips, Mr. Samuels. Why don’t you wrap them around my hard cock and give me some good head.”
Samuels tried sputtering an angry refusal, but the words were scarcely out of his mouth before the four of them began wrestling him out of his chair and onto the floor in front of them. Almost before he could comprehend what was going on, Samuels had Toby’s hard boy-dick pounding in and out of his mouth while his three buddies made sure his head kept up a steady back and forth motion mirroring the teenager’s forward thrusts. In just minutes, the teacher was swallowing convulsively as the boy pumped a load of creamy boy-seed deep in his mouth. The man scarcely had a chance to catch his breath before Toby yanked his cock out of his teacher’s mouth and it was rapidly replaced with Emmett’s throbbing boner. And after Emmett had fed him his load of babymakers, it was Dakin’s turn and, after him, Ace had him suck off his iron-hard boy-meat.
Boys being boys, it took the four of them less than twenty minutes to all get their first nut, but if Samuels thought they were finished with him, the teacher was in for a rude awakening, as they forced the man back to his feet and just ripped the clothes off his body until he was completely naked. Then, after Ace had swiped all the junk off Samuels desk with a single sweep of his arm, they forced the teacher back onto it. "Please, please, no more,” Samuels was whimpering as he looked up at Toby, who was holding the teacher’s legs up in the air as the teenager positioned his still-rampant boy-cock hard against the man’s puckered sphincter. "Sorry, teach,” the boy replied with an amused grin, “but we ain’t nowhere near done with you yet.” And then, as if to punctuate that point, the boy drove his cock balls-deep into the teacher’s cherry hole.
Samuels howled like a wounded wolf as his man-twat was brutally impaled for the first time in his life, causing Emmett to leap forward and wrapped his meaty hand around the teacher’s mouth, stifling his further screams as Toby ravaged the man’s tender fuck-chute, not stopping until he spewed out his second load of the afternoon, this one deep inside the teacher’s steaming bunghole. Needless to say, that was only the first dick the man had to take up his pussy that afternoon as all four of the boys plumbed the depths of the teacher’s previously pristine anal opening.
By the time the boys had finished fucking his poor ass, Samuels was no longer making an effort to resist them. He'd been raped, he knew that. But he also knew that if the boys wanted to rape him again, he was powerless to prevent it, so he just lay back on his desk and waited to see if his ordeal was over. He was gratified that it seemed to be when Toby ordered him to stand up.
The man was noticeably unsteady once he was back on his feet, and he had to reach back to the desk to keep from toppling over. As he did so, a loud raspberry fart ripped through his ass followed by the effusion of a copious amount of teenboy ball-scuzz that began running down his legs, which caused the four boys who had just raped him to laugh uproariously. Samuels had never felt so completely humiliated in his entire life.
Samuels was standing there, blushing furiously, trying his best to tighten his painfully abused back-hole and keep as much of the disgusting boy-seed that had been fed into his shitter inside himself as possible until he could get home and let it drain into his toilet, when Toby surprised him by dropping to his knees in front of him. The next thing he knew, Toby had leaned forward and taken the teacher’s flaccid man-cock and slurped it into his mouth. Samuels could hear himself groaning as the boy continued to work on the tube of flesh and, to Samuels own considerable surprise, he was soon sporting a full-boner. His attention was totally focused on Toby as the boy worked the man’s dick closer and closer to an orgasm and then, just as the initial spurts from the teacher’s cock spewed into Toby’s mouth, the boy leaned backwards and took the rest of the man’s ball juice directly on his face.
Samuels had scarcely finished shooting his load when Toby, his face now screwed up in anger, looked up at the man and said, “There, are you happy, Mr. Samuels? I sucked you off like you told me to. I didn’t want to at all, but you made me. Just please don’t fuck me again. You promised you wouldn’t if I sucked you off.” Even as Samuels was trying to comprehend what was going on, he heard one of the boys say, ‘That was great, Toby. That was great,’ and he looked up and saw that the other three boys all had their smart phones in their hands, obviously having recorded the blowjob Toby had just given him.
Toby, himself, quickly stood up, his feigned anger a thing of the past. Smiling wickedly, he leaned his face in towards Samuels. "Lick it off, teach,” he ordered, “Lick your ball-scum off my face. After all, it was your scuzz to begin with.” And, even as the totally defeated teacher leaned forward and began licking his own ball juice off the teenager’s face, Toby was talking to him, explaining what Samuels had already figured out.
“Now listen up Mr. Samuels,” the boy was saying. "That video we just shot isn’t just your job - it’s your whole life. The police see that and you’re headed to jail for sure. Probably for a long time, too, you being a teacher and me being one of your students. So any idea you had of maybe going to the authorities you can just forget. And, Mr. Samuels, just so we’re clear here, we’re nowhere near done with you. Nowhere near. You're our bitch, now. Our little faggot fuck-bitch. And we’re going to be fucking you whenever we want. Every day. And we’re gonna keep fucking you every day until we decide we’re done with you.“
“Now you need to understand, Mr. Samuels,” Toby continued, a condescending smile on his face, “that you’re not going to transfer schools, you’re not gonna quit teaching, you’re not gonna do anything but show up here at Ryder every fucking day. And, at the end of every fucking day, the four of us are gonna fuck your faggot ass. And you’re gonna know, every day you drag your sore and aching ass to school, you’re gonna know that it’s gonna be way sorer when you’re leaving than it was when you arrived, but you’re still gonna show up every day because if you don’t - if you miss a single day - this video goes to the authorities. Understand, Mr. Samuels? Understand, bitch?”
Samuels stood there, his head down, the tears coursing down his face as he listened to the boy spell out the teacher’s future as the fuck-bitch for four teenage boys. And, though his mind was racing as fast as it ever had, he couldn’t see any way out of the trap he was now in. He forced himself to look up at the boy and slowly gave his rapist the only answer he could. "I understand.”
“Just what do you understand, Mr. Samuels?” the boy pressed.
Haltingly the man replied, “That I’m your bitch. That I’m your fuck-bitch now.”
“That’s right, Mr. Samuels,” Toby crowed in triumph. "That's right. You're our fuck-bitch now. And, just so you know Mr. Samuels, us four are gonna have a lot of fun with our fuck-bitch, a lot of fun dicking your faggot ass.”
Toby bent down and began putting on his clothes. And then he and his crew headed to the door, leaving the naked teacher a picture of absolute dejection standing in front of his desk. But just before he got to the door, Toby turned back to his teacher.
“By the way, Mr. Samuels,” he said, “do us all a favor. Clean out your dirty ass before you get here tomorrow. No one likes shit on his dick. If you’re dirty again, you’re gonna be cleaning your crap off my dick with your tongue. So unless you’re really interested in finding out what your shit tastes like, I suggest you do a real good job douching yourself in the morning. Cause the one thing you can count on, bitch, is that I’m gonna be fucking you tomorrow. I'm definitely going to be fucking your man-twat again tomorrow.”
And Mr. Samuels knew that he would. He knew that all of them would. And there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. He might be the teacher, but he was definitely getting schooled by Toby and his crew - and his schooling looked likely to continue for a long, long time.