Date: Thu, 17 May 2018 17:15:34 -0500
From: Brandon M <wisconsinbrandon@gmail.com>
Subject: Locker Room Surprise, Part 3

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Locker Room Surprise-Part 3

The Thursday and Friday basketball team practices kept Dylan from having
his demands of me met, as he wasn't stupid enough to risk being caught and
he had to know I would draw the line at risking being caught by other
kids. Still, he hung around as my "assistant" and took ample opportunity to
look at the players as they changed and showered and such. I can't say I
blamed him. I was looking too. When most of the scenery was done and the
players were dressed, I overheard Dylan talking to one of the guys about
seeing him tomorrow at swim at the Y. I didn't know Dylan liked to swim. I
knew he liked dick and controlling mine, but that was it.

The next morning I decided to get in a workout at the Y myself. I timed it
so that I would hit the showers just before the swim teams came in from the
pool. In the guys' locker room, anyone coming from the pool had to walk
through the shower area, so I wanted to be there when Dylan and his
teammates walked through. Let him be surprised to see me there.

He was. He was coming through with a couple of kids around his own age and
he stopped short when he saw me. They all did, since they were all my
students. Other than for Dylan, who'd more than seen me naked, it had to
feel somewhat strange to see a teacher in the nude, and I did nothing to
prevent them from seeing what they wanted. In fact, I was glad to let them
take a good, long look. Later on, in the lobby, I even joked with Dylan's
mother about practically running into him in the shower. Small world, small
town, she said.

When Monday afternoon came, Dylan showed up, as always, about two minutes
after the final bell. He locked the locker room door, came to my office,
and said, "Hey, Mr. Bennett. It's been a few days and it's time for you to
get naked."

"No."

"Tattoo, Mr. Bennett," he said, reminding me that he knew of a tattoo on my
leg that could only be seen if I were naked. My cute little blackmailer
knew if he knew about the tattoo and told anyone, it would be know he'd
seen me naked.

But now the tables were turned. He saw me naked in the locker room at the
Y. Two of his swim buddies knew it, as did his own mother. He'd lost his
blackmail item against me, and I told him that. "But," I said, "I do have
something to show you." I took out my phone and showed him the videos of
him stripping and masturbating. The background was blurry enough that it
was pretty much impossible to tell this happened right here in my locker
room.

"No more orders from you, young man," I said. "I've got these videos
though. So, now, you get naked."

I thought the little guy was going to cry, but after a moment, he squared
his shoulders and with a defiant look, took off his clothes. Soon, his
naked little body was before me. "I'm ready, Mr. Bennett. What do you want
me to do?"

"Dylan, did you have fun the days you were bossing me around?"

"Yes."

"Do you think being bossed around will be fun?"

"Maybe."

"It will be. Don't worry. Now, lay down on the bench over there, face up."

The seventh grader looked at me as if I were crazy, but he did as he was
told. I had today planned from the moment I decided to go to the Y and now
it was time to make it happen. I went out to where Dylan lay waiting for
me, carry a grocery bag with a few items I would need. I pulled out a few
strips of cloth and bound Dylan's hands and feet to the bench. Not tight. I
wasn't out to hurt him. I just didn't want him to squirm. He accepted this
without complaint. I then took a few body pictures, just as extra
insurance.

"Not bad so far, is it?" I asked.

"No, Mr. Bennett. But why do I have to be tied up?"

"Because you might not like the next thing," I explained. "But don't worry,
it won't hurt."

Dylan's eyes went wide when I said this, and he kept his gaze glued on my
movements. From the grocery bag, I pulled out shaving cream and a
razor. "Sorry, Dylan," I said. "Most seventh graders don't have hair, so
you're going to have to lose that little bit you have."

As I lathered his few pubes up for removal, Dylan said, "They'll just grow
back."

"No, because they'll be kept off the rest of the school year." I ran the
razor though and took off a swath of hair. "And that's another
thing. Starting tomorrow, you won't face away from the locker room when
you're naked. You'll face toward it. Let everyone see your dick." Another
swatch.

Within a couple of minutes, he was as bald as the day he was born. I
thought he looked better that way and told him so. He surprised me by
agreeing. "I guess it won't be bad to shave it off for a little
while. Until my dick grows more."

"That's a good, sensible attitude, Dylan. You deserve a reward for that."

I took his penis in my hand and massaged it until his full three and a half
inches were hard as a rock. I then took him in my mouth and worked my
magic, keeping his attention in a boy's favorite spot, stopping when I felt
the urge to cum building in his balls.

I took off my clothes, then untied Dylan's hands and feet. "Thanks,
Mr. Bennett. You didn't have to tie me up to do stuff. I'd do it. But I
didn't think you'd suck my dick again after I couldn't be in charge."

"Dylan, buddy, I sucked it because I wanted to. Now you're going to suck
mine because I said so." I put my six inches in his face. "Open up."

He did so without complaint and ran his tongue up and down my shaft. I got
the impression this was the first time he'd ever done this with a man and I
had to remind him to be careful of his teeth more than once. Still, he was
eager and he stayed boned throughout. It didn't take him too long to
establish a rhythm and he had me hard, wet, and leaking precum.

When I thought I couldn't last much longer, I had him stop and I led him
back to my office. I lifted him up and sat him on my just cleared off desk
and told him to lay back. After a little more dick-licking on my part, I
spread his legs and took each of his balls in my mouth, then moved lower to
his tight little ass. It was clear he'd never been rimmed before and he was
quickly moaning his pleasure.

Once he was as primed as I could make him, I stood up and brought the head
of my dick to his hole. Dylan went wide-eyed, but he said nothing. I pushed
myself in, slowly, as I didn't want to hurt hi, and entered him inch by
inch. When I was all the way in, I slowly withdrew almost all of the way,
then went back in again. Slowly, again and again, until he was clearly
relaxed, then I did what I'd dreamt of for so long. I fucked a boy. And he
liked it.

I wanted to cum in his ass, do the whole experience of fucking him right
then and there, but there was something I wanted more. When I was close, I
pulled out and had him jump down from the desk. On his knees, I told him to
finish the blow job he started. I wanted him to swallow my sperm as I had
his the week before. After today, there'd be less worry about who was in
charge and more worry about pleasing each other. Though I would remain in
charge.

When I felt my orgasm coming, I held his head close. He knew then he was
going to take in every drop of my sperm and his squirming not to was more
of a token protest than anything. When the blast of sperm hit his throat,
Dylan didn't flinch. He took every bit of it and when I was finished, he
licked me clean from head to base without my telling him to do so. When I
thought I could speak without my voice cracking, I said, "Little buddy,
that was phenomenal. You really did good."

Dylan smiled his killer smile. "Thanks, Jim."

"Jim?"

"I just sucked your dick. Mr. Bennett doesn't sound right after that."

I laughed in spite of myself. "Okay, after school, when we're alone, I'm
Jim. In class I'm still Mr. Bennett. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Now, Dylan, your hard on must be taken care of."

He smiled again and laid back. "Go ahead."

"Nope. You've got a strong right hand. You go ahead."

Dylan wrapped his hand around his boner without complaint and started
stroking it for me, looking me in the eye as he did. If I was in charge,
the look on his face made it clear that he knew he still had some control
in this relationship. When he came, I cleaned him up the same way he did
me. I licked my way up from his freshly shaved pubic area to his face and,
for the first time, we kissed. He didn't protest at all when my tongue
entered his mouth and we kissed more deeply, kissed like lovers. At that
moment, I may have controlled his dick, but he controlled my heart.