Date: Wed, 23 Feb 2005 22:51:22 -0500 From: Richard Subject: Naked School Teacher Chapter 11 This is an original work of fiction, though based upon some true locations and general circumstances. All of the characters exist only in my own fevered imagination and none of the sexual incidents actually happened. I'm happy to hear your thoughts about the story. My sincere thanks to those who have written me. Your encouragement is helpful in motivating me to write. Richard: rwestgate@rogers.com Naked School Teacher Chapter 11. So it was that when the lights came on and a group of uniformed police officers yelled at the crowd to remain exactly where they were, David and Mac were back in the stripper's change room way back from the group of police. They looked out to see what was going on. "We gotta get out of here Mac," David said urgently. They slipped out of the emergency exit that led into a back alley behind the building. No one was around -- something of an oversight on the part of the police, David thought. They made it back to the hotel, and checked out saying they needed to get back home early. David paid in cash and made sure he got his credit card slip back. He drove them very carefully back to the cottage without stopping. News of the raid appeared in all the papers and on radio and TV the next day -- well, it was really later the same day since the raid took place in the early hours of the morning. David and Mac were described only as a young white male and a young black male. Their stage names were used, and since David had made sure that they did not give their real names to the strip club manager, he hoped there would be no way to trace him. However, he couldn't forget that his photo had been published recently in the local Tonbridge and Tunbridge Wells papers, and that Mac had appeared on national television. He hoped that no one at the club would cooperate too much with the police, although he had to face the fact that the raid had probably taken place because someone from the audience, perhaps earlier in the week, had complained to police. The police might in fact have had someone planted in the audience that night to tip them off -- the fact they arrived on the heels of David's live sex performance strongly suggested that was the case. Only the fact that the manager flicked the lights off at almost the second that the sex happened on stage had saved them. David hoped that the club did not suffer too much as a result of his actions. He made a vow to himself that if subsequent charges to the club resulted in a fine, he would send an anonymous donation to help. Meanwhile, as he said to Mac, they really MUST keep a very low profile for the remainder of the summer. School would be back in less than two weeks, so it was not too much longer. Perhaps they should now concentrate on their spy mission on Horrible Hairy Johnson! When they got back to the cottage, there were several phone messages. All of them were from people who had attended one or other of the fetish parties. They wanted David to provide his Naked Butler services at receptions and parties in their homes. David spent the afternoon returning the phone calls and making detailed enquiries about the parties, especially emphasizing his need for discretion. He was NOT in the business of making too much of a public splash, he told them, his services were VERY confidential -- he would protect the identities of all those in attendance, and in turn he expected that they would protect his. He knew it was a risk. Yet in spite of his determination earlier that day to lay low until all the naked and sex scandals associated with him died down, he realized that he could no more stop doing this than he could stop breathing. He discussed it with Mac, who immediately suggested that he go along as well. If one Naked Butler was good, surely two would be better? David vetoed the idea. At first. Then as Mac had known he would, he relented as he thought about what such an experience would feel like. He called back his first appointment, and suggested the idea -- there would be no difference in the cost, but would they like TWO Naked Servants that night? It was probably the fact that David used the term "naked servants" that put the idea into the mind of his host. "What about two Naked Slaves?" she said a touch lasciviously. Then she asked about David's golden manacles and collar, did he still have them? What about the other slave, did he have similar equipment? That would definitely clinch the deal, and if he did, then she would pay double David's asking price. That was how Mac got his wish to have the same set of piercings as David. They spent the next few days visiting local piercing parlours, and a gay leather fetish shop. All of Mac's piercing rings were made of surgical stainless steel, and the metal bands on his arms and legs all matched, as did the heavy cock ring. However they were not custom made, nor did they have the expensive magnetic locks that David's did. However, they were by no means cheap, and the final bill was well over a thousand pounds. When everything was finally done, they stood side-by-side, decked out in their regalia, admiring themselves in a mirror. David, fair golden skin with sparkling gold bands and rings everywhere, Mac black skinned with brilliant silver bands and rings. The stores had done a good job of matching David's jewelry with very close approximations, so they definitely looked as though they were a matched pair. They spent as much time as they could when not in the Tonbridge piercing parlours, lounging around the school grounds discreetly observing the comings and goings of Horrible Hairy Johnson. They made cryptic notes in a little notebook and gradually got a picture of his schedule. They figured the best time to raid his basement lair at school was from seven to ten in the evening. He always left around six-thirty and then he'd sometimes drop by between ten and eleven to do some minor checkup on something or other. But between seven and ten on a weeknight, he had never been back. Conversely, if they had to raid his home, they would have to do it in daylight hours in full view of neighbours. And in the country neighbours observed EVERYTHING. So they hoped it would not come to that! Their first naked slave party was at a well-to-do home in a very discreet part of Tunbridge Wells, where the houses were spaced far apart, well screened from the road and from each other. The party was small, no more than twenty guests were expected. David and Mac arrived half an hour before the guests. They disrobed and followed the hostess to learn the layout and their duties. The hostess told them that that she would give party favours in the form of little leather flagellation whips -- toys really. The guests would be free to whip the slaves at will, though not hard. David wasn't sure about this, but Mac seemed excited by the prospect, so they said okay. Whoever was nearest the door would be required to answer it and take the guest's coat or wrap if needed and to usher them into the party area. When the doorbell rang the first time, it was Mac. He opened the door ceremoniously, stood to one side and bowed slightly. "Oh my Lord!" exclaimed the arriving guest, turning to her husband, "Celia never ceases to amaze me! This is wonderful!" and she swished into the house, casting off her wrap into the waiting hands of the black be-jeweled slave. Mac showed them into the main reception room, handing her the little whip with the explanation that it was to be used on the hides of the slaves if they displeased, or pleased, or for any reason at all really! "Oh how delightful," she crooned, giving it an experimental flick at Mac's tantalizing ass. Mac had not realized how much such a tiny thing could hurt! It stung like a dozen bee stings! He yelped a little, causing his tormentor to giggle. "I'm going to really enjoy tonight," she announced to her bemused husband. David and Mac were kept very busy welcoming guests, serving the drinks tray around the group of reception rooms, and bearing their whippings at all sorts of inconvenient moments. However, they bore it all in good fun, and didn't spill a drop of any drinks onto the fearfully expensive carpets. As the evening wore on, the whippings became more adventurous, and migrated from slashes to their buttocks to gentle cuts to their cocks and balls. Fortunately no one whipped them very hard, especially the men, who would often wince at the treatment meted out by their wives! Probably imagining themselves on the receiving end! However, the attention to their cocks did result in both of them becoming hard. They stayed that way most of the evening. Neither of them drank any alcohol so they remained clear-headed all night. Which is more than could be said of the guests. People began to leave until just the usual hard-core group remained. The hostess broached the subject of a sex demo with David. He at first refused, but when Mac heard the price she was willing to put up, he persuaded David. There were six people left at the party, and only the hostess knew what was coming. David and Mac circled the seated group and served them with drinks. The whips were used and both boys were hard and dripping. They knelt together in the middle of the small group, and endured the whips as they huddled together as if sheltering from the blows. Their huddle gradually became more and more erotic until they were kissing deeply and fondling each other's cocks and balls. As they became more and more aroused, the little stings of the whips actually accentuated the stimulation and they became very passionate. They rolled on the floor. They sucked each other, and they wrestled over and over. They almost forgot they had an audience, and each became completely absorbed in the other. Mac rolled David over onto his back and raised his legs onto his shoulders, and he explored with his cock down around David's genitals, probing into his ass hole. David almost vacuumed Mac's cock into him. It disappeared into the soft moist depths with shocking suddenness! The audience gasped, unheard by the two, and those watchers absolutely could not resist reaching out and touching the heaving copulating bodies as they writhed and heaved in the middle of the Persian rug. Mac came inside David with a loud yell of triumph. His body arched upward, hips thrust deep into David, and David in turn arched his hips up I the air, head thrown back and ejaculated all over his chest! They gradually subsided, and David lay panting, eyes closed, while Mac was still on his knees, his cock still hard and buried in David's guts. Those in the audience were now so hot and bothered that they did not quite know what to do with them selves. There were two husband-and-wife couples, and two single men -- the husbands were fondling their wives, and the single men were not sure what to do. Various bits of clothing had been discarded by all of them, and all the men had open shirts, one had lost his shirt altogether, one of the single men had removed his pants! The breasts of one of the women had been bared. David and Mac gradually returned to conscious awareness of their surroundings and David caught the hostess' eye with the unspoken message, `shall we leave now?' to which she nodded, and quietly the three slipped from the room. She handed David the thousand pounds as agreed, and the two dressed and left the orgy to get under way. The hostess flashed her gratitude, leaving David to wonder what her agenda had been from the beginning. Not that he really cared. He and Mac were sweating and messy from their exertions, so they drove home and showered. Both were invigorated after the shower and felt they wanted to go out and paint the town red with their new pile of cash! They drove to a dance club in Hastings that took place in the underground caves once used by eighteenth century smugglers. It was cool down there, a constant 52 degrees, and it was necessary to keep moving to remain comfortably warm. There was a live traditional (Dixieland) jazz group every week during the summer. The two of them danced until the wee small hours. David wore his ragged pants and shirt -- though he lost the shirt at some point, and Mac wore his low-hung shorts with no shirt to show off his bum, which became progressively more visible as the night wore on. They were great dancers, and were developing a keen awareness of the movements of each other's bodies, so they danced with almost miraculous synchronicity. During one particularly lively number, they danced so energetically that they cleared the centre of the dance floor -- well, the dance cave really -- and the crowd began cheering them on! They were jiving, joining hands, swinging each other around, and in the process, what few clothes they were wearing became more disheveled and precarious! David's jeans got more rips in them, and worked themselves lower on his body. Mac's shorts started to develop rips, and slid until they completely revealed his ass, with his cock as usual preventing them falling down to the floor! The crowd loved them, and when David took to giving Mac's ass a resounding slap every time they spun by each other, they howled and cheered their appreciation. They clung to each other and ground their groins together, Mac held the front of David's pants as David leaned back, pulling the front of the pants down to expose the top of his cock shaft. The crowd cheered for more. At some point in their abandoned twirling around, Mac got his hand into one of David's rear patch pockets, and he held on as David leaned forward. The fabric ripped hugely, exposing the entire cheek of his right buttock. The music ended at that point and a slower number followed, but the crowd moved in and hoisted them both up onto their shoulders, hands fondling them all over! Both men and women joined in the molestation of the two young beautiful dancers. Their pants, with many rips in them did not take long to totally disintegrate at the hands of their fans, and soon they were both totally naked in the midst of a crowd yet again! The dance continued, with them hemmed in on all sides by the crowd. They continued to dance, hugging each other closely, their sweat drenching them. They remained naked until the dance closed well after four in the morning. Many in the crowd surrounded them to help them out of the club without having to confront the management or security guards. Once outside, they were faced with having to get to the car and drive back with no clothes. David's car key, shoes, pants and shirt were all long gone. This was the moment he wished he'd hidden a spare key in a magnetic holder somewhere under his car! It was five o'clock in the morning on Castle Hill in Hastings. Surely there would be a garage opening up soon? Maybe if they could get down into the town and be there when it opened, they could get a new key and make their getaway before the town woke up? David knew the town quite well, having grown up here. His parents still lived here, so he was not very anxious to end up in the local paper in THIS town! Of course, had things been different with his situation, he could have called his dad and asked him to come get them. However, he could not conceive of asking his father to come and rescue him naked with his naked pupil! So the two of them walked down the narrow road that led down to the Old Town. David thought that on the Glebe, the horrendous modern road that cut a jarring swath through the 16th and 17th century houses, there was a garage. There was. And it was closed. That was okay -- they sat in an inconspicuous spot and waited for it to open at seven o'clock. "Cor blimey!" said the garage attendant when he arrived to open up for the day, "wot the bloody `ell d'you two fink yer doin walkin' abart wiv no cloves on?" "It's a long story," sighed David, " but we lost our clothes and the car key. Can you help us get the car started?" "Coo, bloody `ell, this is a turnup for the book an' no mistake!" In spite of his reaction to the two naked guys showing up at his gas station early in the morning, he had a heart of gold, and he took them up in his truck onto Castle Hill, where he opened the car and found a key that worked the ignition, and they were free to go. David thanked him profusely and gave him some money from the stash he'd hidden under the passenger seat. "Nah, mate, you don' owe me nuffin' -- it's a story that'll keep me in beers for years!" He drove off laughing like an idiot. A somewhat chagrined David drove carefully back to the cottage. He was annoyed that no matter what he did these days, however much he wanted to maintain a low profile, he was nevertheless somehow launched into these situations of public nudity -- just at the time that he knew if he wasn't careful he was going to end up in jail, and Mac would be put into the care of social services, which might be worse than jail! Back at the cottage, David and Mac agreed -- for REAL this time! -- They would lay low until the end of the vacation. No more getting into the news no more being subjected to near misses with police action! After sleeping off the effects of their late-night adventure, they observed Johnson leaving for the evening, and around seven o'clock they were descending into the basement level to check out his workshop. Johnson had not locked his workshop door, fortunately, so they went in. They brought flashlights, thinking they would not switch the lights on and risk notice. But Johnson had left the lights on anyway, so they didn't need the flashlights. The room was twenty by twenty feet, with a workbench along one wall, and much of the rest of the floor taken up by floor-to-ceiling steel shelving units that contained all the supplies and spare parts an old building of this size needs to keep it in good repair. Everything from plumbing fixtures and pipes to wires and cables, electrical and lighting replacement parts, was stacked densely into the shelves. David and Mac walked around the workshop, but there didn't seem to be any locked cabinets or drawers, everything was stored in open shelves. The workbench had racks of tools pegged to the wall above, and open storage below. They could see nothing that would suggest a photographic studio, not even a filing cabinet or place for documents. Johnson seemed to work from a clipboard with a checklist of to do orders. The clipboard hung on a nail above the bench. They walked all around the walls of the workshop looking for a closet or cupboard or some kind of opening into another room. Nothing. They went outside into the hallway, to see if there might be another room that Johnson could use. There were some more storage closets, and the entrance to the furnace room, which they searched thoroughly. Nothing! They looked at each other in frustration. Maybe they'd have to go to Johnson's home? That was a much riskier proposition. David checked his watch, it was getting close to the time that Johnson would return, they better get out. "Mac, let's go." They turned away from the workshop, and started up the stairs. As they reached the ground floor, they heard the outside door open and they darted up the spiral tower staircase to avoid whomever it was. It was Johnson. From around the spiral of the tower staircase, they saw him go down into his lair. Mac was in favour of following him, but David persuaded him to hold back. That was fortunate, since in just a few minutes, he returned and headed straight up to the spiral tower staircase! The two of them scrambled up ahead of Johnson, tiptoeing on their sneakers making as little noise as possible. They fled up two floors and quietly pushed open the door to the second floor hall. In the hall they dodged into the nearest dormitory, standing empty and looking lonely with it's bare rolled up mattresses. Johnson's footsteps trudged up past their second floor. They ran along to the next set of stairs to see if he emerged onto the third floor. He didn't, so they went up one more flight -- but surprisingly he didn't come out there either! Puzzled, they hung around on the top floor wondering what they could do next. The next exit in the tower above the fourth floor would put Johnson onto the small hexagonal rooftop. He must be up there perhaps repairing something. David had a sudden brilliant idea. He dashed down to his classroom and retrieved the telescope he kept there. They would both climb up to the tower roof, perfectly innocently, to view the night sky. They would be surprised to see Johnson up there, and chat with him, even give him a look through their telescope! With their story straight, they headed up the last level in the tower. Emerging onto the roof, they were completely surprised that Johnson was nowhere to be seen. Just in case, they set up the telescope anyway, and then began peering over the crenellations to see if he had somehow got down onto the pitched roofs below. Nothing. David carefully inspected the sides of the tower all around to see if there was a ladder or some other means of descent. There was not. Completely baffled, they hung around on the roof for another half hour hoping that Johnson would return from his mysterious disappearance. In the end they packed up the telescope and entered the stairs to go home. An odd noise sounded lower down the stairs that caused them to stop. Very quietly they peered around the circular stairwell as they took step by careful step down. They were transfixed by the sight of Johnson exiting a large rectangular opening in the wall that had not been there before! As he left the opening, Johnson touched something on the central stairwell column and the with a grating sound of stone on stone, the opening became part of the seamless stone wall! Johnson descended the stairwell. They heard the door to the parking lot slam. They dashed up to the roof in time to see Johnson in his car depart for the night. They went back down to the spot with the hidden door to search for the trigger. It took a while to find it. One of the stones that formed part of the central column to which all the radiating stone steps of the circular stairwell were attached, could be partially rotated and served as a switch. Turning it, part of the wall opposite sunk back about three feet, giving them access to the space behind. The crept in and fumbling, found a light switch. They were in an attic space inside one of the many steeply pitched roofs on top of the fourth floor. Lo and behold, Johnson's darkroom! The place was quite well equipped with developing tanks and trays, but it looked as though they hadn't been used in a while, as they were covered with a fine layer of dust. Presumably Johnson had gone digital but had not got rid of his old equipment. But the thing that took their breath away was that the walls were covered in hundreds of photographs! They were all eight by tens, and they featured boys and men of all ages in various naked poses and even several individuals engaged in sexual activities. As David scanned some for the pictures, he recognized a few of the kids, though many must have been of boys who left the school before David began. It seemed as though some of them had been taken with a hidden camera, as there were shots inside the communal showers, inside some of the dormitories. Others were obviously posed shots, where Johnson must have been directing his subject, however the canny Johnson was always careful not to be in any shots himself. There were pictures of boys sucking and fucking each other, and some having sex with adults, whose faces were not in the picture. "Wow!" said Mac, astounded at the huge number of pictures as well as the subject matter. "Look at these," said David, holding a large photo album he'd pulled off a shelf. It had more of the same, but now each picture had a date and names. They went back several years. They spent some time skimming through various albums, looking in drawers, but nowhere did they find the pictures of themselves that had arrived in the mail at David's house. "Surely it can't be someone else with a photo fetish?" said David, puzzled. "Maybe he keeps recent ones somewhere else?" suggested Mac, "like at home?" "Well there's no computer here, so the digital ones must be somewhere else anyway." "Do you think he's got cameras hidden all over the school?" Mac wondered, "Think we can figure out which dorms or showers these were taken in and go look to see if he's still got them hidden there?" David looked at a few of the shower and dorm photos, "Maybe, do you recognize any of them?" "Yeah, I think that's our shower on the third floor. See that peeled paint section there?" They left the strange little room, carefully putting everything back where they'd found it and closing the stone entrance. In Mac's dorm level shower, they looked at the peeling paint, and David agreed it was the same patch. Then they looked on the opposite wall to see where a camera might have been hidden. "Right there!" said Mac in surprise, "See that box thing? I always wondered what it was." He pointed to a six inch square box in the corner of the ceiling, that had been painted the same drab greenish colour as the walls. It had a quarter inch hole in the middle. David pulled a chair in and stood on it to reach the box. He gave a sharp tug and it pulled away from the wall. Inside was a small device like a webcam with a wire disappearing into the wall. They stared at it breathlessly for a few minutes. "What do we do now?" asked Mac. "Good question," David pondered. He could go to the Headmaster, although he was still out of the country. He could go to the police, although his recent activities with Mac and the other boys made that a risky strategy. They could do nothing. He wondered what Johnson did with the pictures -- surely he didn't go to all this trouble just to put them into albums in a secret tower room? David wondered if he was somehow making money from them, selling them to collectors of such pictures. "Well, it's late, perhaps we should just go home and think about it. I'll put this back." David pushed the box back into it's nail holes. It didn't look too bad. Then they went home. The end of the summer holidays and the start of the new term were looming large. David spent much of his time preparing, and Mac spent time watching TV, watching David and generally loafing around. There was no contact from Mac's family. They came to no brilliant conclusions regarding Johnson's secret photo lab in the turret. The Headmaster and Julia returned from their Spanish sojourn, and assorted other staff members returned from their various holiday pursuits. The school gradually returned to life as the staff -- the gardeners, maintenance, domestics, house-parents, nurses and teachers all took up residence in readiness for the onslaught. The day before the boy's return, the Headmaster hosted a picnic and barbeque on the great lawn at the rear of the school. In all about eighty staff with spouses and family members congregated, wearing shorts and tee shirts in the warm afternoon sun at the end of this magnificent summer. The chat was about family, vacation experiences, anything except the one thing that was on everyone's mind -- their return to the old routine. The Head made a few announcements, one of which was to announce the first ever staff versus boys soccer match to celebrate the beginning of the new school year. There was a traditional staff versus boys rugby match at the end of the Spring term, but he was introducing this new innovation to ease everyone back into the swing of things and to show new boys that the school was fun, didn't take itself too seriously, and so on. The sports master followed this announcement by naming the staff team members. This included not only teachers, but staff from every section of the school, and it included women as well as men. Unfortunately for David, it also included David! Mac, who had accompanied David to the picnic as if he were family, David's wife and son still remaining conspicuously absent, snickered near David's side. "What?" demanded David haughtily. "Can you play soccer?" asked Mac innocently. "Well, no I'm absolutely hopeless," confessed David, "I don't even have any kit." "That's okay, you can borrow mine," offered Mac with a mischievous twinkle in his eye." David regarded him balefully, "What are you up too?" "Oh nothing," Mac assured him. David was not assured. But over the next couple of days, he forgot about it. The boys returned, many looking pretty uncared-for. Some were in dire need of a shower, and many had to be de-loused. The building was in its usual beginning-of-term uproar. New boys crept fearfully around the immense Victorian pile, exploring, being regaled with outrageously fictitious tales of ghosts, pirates and predatory hidden monsters. There was at least one predatory monster, David reflected as he bumped into Horrible Hairy Johnson in the hall. "Ah, MISTER Jones, so nice to see you again, SIR," he fawned with exaggerated politeness and deference. "Hello, Johnson," David greeted him curtly. "We must play pool again sometime," Johnson offered loudly, drawing several pairs of ears into the conversation, "I must say I enjoyed watching your way with the balls, and I especially liked the final hole!" David glared at him, "Anytime!" he retorted. "Same stakes?" asked Johnson innocently. "Whatever," snarled David as he brushed past. "I'll hold you to that, MISTER Jones," Johnson called after him. David fumed. There had to be a way to get the better of this guy. It was good to see Tom and Delroy again. They'd had a reasonably good summer. They were excited and eager to share their summer adventures, especially their dares. They had both seen Mac on TV. Mac, in fact was something of a hero. It didn't matter too much what he'd done, the fact he was on TV was enough. But the fact he'd appeared on TV totally naked was awesome. He was surrounded by kids asking him how it felt to have the whole world see his dick. He didn't get much time to himself the first day, and since he'd moved back into the school, he didn't get much time with David. The three boys were moved into a new dorm on the fourth floor. It was larger than their previous room and contained six beds. They were curious who the other three boys would be. It turned out to be Errol Minot and his close henchman Clarence Frisch. These two had been seniors last term and were the notorious bullies and ringleaders of that senior year. It was no surprise that they'd both failed their year. What was a surprise was that they had returned to re-take it. They had also been put with the younger group and were feeling somewhat humiliated as a result. Fortunately for the three younger boys, Mac had been on good terms with Minot the previous year, so it turned out to be a happier re-union that it might otherwise have been. At first. The sixth member of the dorm was a complete stranger to all of them. Michael Dalrymple the Third, was a much smaller boy than his age would suggest. At five feet four inches and ninety five pounds, he did not at look as though he could be sixteen years old. His pure white platinum blonde hair, virginally smooth pink cheeks that had never seen a razor enhanced that impression. He looked innocent and angelic. Michael Dalrymple the Third had been expelled from every school he'd ever attended, usually for some violent or sexual assault on someone -- either adult or child. His rich parents had tried every public and private schooling option however expensive, all to no avail. The boy was incorrigible and uncontrollable. Everyone who knew him expected that before too long he would find himself in jail. Michael Dalrymple the Third, said some, was the Devil incarnate! The school settled down eventually and everyone slept more or less. In the afternoon of the second day, following the unpacking, the touring of new classrooms, and the meeting of new teachers, students and staff and their families began to saunter out to the soccer field. David, who had been trying to put this whole nightmare out of his mind, caught up with Mac in the hallway, "You were going to lend me your kit!" Mac produced a dirty-white rolled up bundle from his bag, with a pair of mud-caked soccer shoes. "There you go!" he proclaimed magnanimously. "Gee, great," David groaned, "thanks!" He dashed off to find his teammates. The changing shed was literally, a shed. It could have been mistaken for the place where the garden tools were kept. Barely large enough for half a dozen small boys to cram into to change out from their clothes, it was certainly not big enough for a dozen large boys, nine even larger men! The women players of course had the foresight to change inside the school somewhere. The men and boys were struggling to get into their kit all at the same time. David plunged into the melee, pulling off his clothes and trying to hang them on one of the rickety hooks in the wall. They mostly ended falling off and joining the jumble of clothes on the floor getting trampled underfoot. He got everything off and unrolled Mac's stuff. The shorts had once been white, but did not look as though they'd ever been laundered. They were also not in very good repair. The material was thin and worn, the seams were coming undone, and they were very short. They looked very precarious to David. The shirt was similarly threadbare. It was an old plain undershirt about the same colour as the shorts. `At least I'm coordinated,' David mused. The shirt had the sleeves removed, so it was more like a tank. There was a pair of red socks, but there was no jock. David looked for his underwear, but it was now irretrievably lost in the mess on the floor. Sighing, David put the kit on. The shorts were nothing short of a disaster. His cock would barely stay in them. In fact, if he pulled the shorts up to cover his ass, it fell right out of the leg. If he pulled them down to cover his cock, two inches of his ass was prominently displayed! David in the end opted for his cock being covered and his ass being exposed. Not only that, but the seams up the sides of the shorts were unraveling, and there were sizeable slits on both sides. Only about four inches on the right and three on the left was still joined together! David put on the shirt. It was skintight and did not even cover his navel. When he finally emerged from the shed, David looked quite comical. He looked as though he was literally bursting his seams, as though he had taken some demonic growth potion that had caused him to expand right inside his clothes and he was on the verge of bursting them like the Incredible Hulk! He drew a lot of jeers, cheers and laughter as he trotted self-consciously onto the field. The shorts were uncomfortably tight, and pulled right into his ass. David did not know it then, but they were also quite translucent because the material had worn so thin. The colour of his skin showed through, so that from the rear his ass looked almost naked. At the front, his cock was clearly visible. Several women clasped hands over their mouths when they first laid eyes on him. Some of them felt quite maternal -- he looked like an orphan waif, with his disheveled hair flopping around, his slim muscled body barely clad in the tatters that looked as though they would blow away in the wind. Most endearing of all though, was the forlorn expression on his face. Not only was David dressed in the most ridiculous outfit, he felt as though he were walking to his execution! He hated soccer! He didn't know if he hated the game because he was no good at it, or if he was no good at it because he hated it. Either way he had not played the stupid game since he was forced to in high school. So he ran as gracefully as he could to join in the warm up exercises. The gym teacher, who was referee for the day, led the assembled teams in some jogging, jumping and stretching. The stretching was a big mistake for David. On the first bend, there was a loud ripping sound. Everyone laughed and looked at him -- there was no one else it could be! David felt around behind him and found a large rip in the seat of his shorts! He called out to the Ref, "Hey Martin, I think I need to get kitted out again!" "No time, David, you'll have to play like that!" And with that he called the teams to order. The captains tossed and the teams spread out to their positions. David had to be told where to go. The whistle blew and they were off. David spent most of the game running aimlessly around, clearly clueless as to what he should be doing. In his mind he hoped that if he could avoid the ball at all costs, he might get through the game without revealing his complete incompetence, or worse, causing his team to lose through some gross error like scoring in his own goal. He'd done exactly that before! In the ebb and flow of the game, he was unable to stay clear, and often found himself being yelled at to pass. He'd make an attempt, but would either miss the ball, or get tripped by one of the kids on the opposing team. As the players came together near him and he was surrounded from time to time, some of the boys would grab his shorts trying to increase the rips! They also grabbed at his shirt, which soon began to show signs of disintegration! At half time, with the score a two-each draw. David's shirt had finally fallen completely off, and his shorts were ripped right up to the waistband on either side, and the right back panel was completely ripped away, so that his entire buttock was exposed. He complained to the referee that he needed to get something to wear, but the guy was enjoying David's discomfort and would not allow it, saying the game would resume before he could get back. The second half of the game was quite rough, since the pressure was now on. David thought it had been rough before! His shorts continued to fall apart on him. He was disconcerted when the front at the left started to rip away from the waistband! His thigh was now exposed by this flapping piece of material. It made a good target for the kids to grab as he ran his erratic course mostly away from the ball. Finally, he was able to avoid the dreaded ball no more. It came right at him and he miraculously stopped it at his feet. He started running, dribbling it in front of him. Looking up he saw the boy's goalie staring at him. The goal was open before him! Seemingly in slow motion, he raced towards the goalie who stretched out his arms and moved slowly towards him. David feinted to one side and then drew his leg back for a mighty kick to the ball. As he did so, the opposing defence players, taken off guard, caught up with him but could not quite catch him in time. The nearest player tripped and fell headlong towards David, arms stretched out in front of him. Two things happened simultaneously. David's foot connected with the ball and the diving boy's hand grabbed David's shorts. The ball soared past the goalie, David was hurtling headlong towards him hopelessly off balance, and his shorts were completely ripped off his body. The tackler with David's ragged shorts in hand fell on his face. David now stark naked except for his boots slammed into the goalie and they both collapsed in a heap. The crowd went wild! David thought he had scored a goal, but the goalie had managed to just tip the ball with his fingers, and put it out of play inches from the goal post. It was a corner kick. The crowd was cheering David. Not just because he was naked, but because of the valiant effort. Now there was no way David's team were going to let him retreat from the field to cover up! They all crowded around the opposing goal, just seconds away from the final whistle, while one of the players lined up for the kick. The ball came soaring over their heads, and David, in the middle of the crowd jumped up as high as he could, mainly to see what was happening. The ball smashed him on the side of his forehead making him see stars! It then careened over the head of the goalie to score the goal! The final whistle blew. The crowd went ballistic! David was hoisted onto his team's shoulders and paraded around the field to the cheers of the winning supporters and the jeers of the losers. Everyone gasped as they got a closer look at his nipple and cock rings. He was quite a sight! Dirty and muddy from the game, naked and be-ringed in gold, his summer tan glowing with life and vitality. There were many erections hastily hidden amongst the team and the onlookers! The parade marched up to the school heading for the showers, no thought of allowing David to collect his clothes from the shed. Before reaching the building, David was lowered to the ground and became lost in the crowd of players and boys as they made their excited way inside. Many boys crowded round David, asking him about the game, but really wanting a close up look at him. Some of them held onto him as boys do, and gradually David found himself more and more separated from his team, and more surrounded by the boy's team. As they reached the second floor dorm showers, the staff went into the first one, and the boys, dragging David with them went into the second one at the far end of the hall. They helped David remove his boots and, stripping themselves, they all hustled him into the large communal shower with them. It all happened with such a rush and commotion, that David did not really have time to collect his thoughts until he was standing naked, in the middle of the a crowd of naked students under the blessedly welcome hot steamy water. Gradually David began to register his situation. He had not had much to do with this senior group of boys before. These boys were big! David looked like a child in their midst. Towering over him was the boys' captain, Errol Minot, a huge muscular black boy -- man really David thought. He must be almost nineteen now. The other boys were shorter and less intimidating than Minot, but equally strong and muscular, at least compared to David. "So Mr. Jones, you are the big hero!" said Minot in that deceptively gentle voice of his. "Oh, wouldn't say that!" David demurred. "No, neither would we!" returned Minot, "I don't like being beaten, `specially by a little runt like you!" `Oh, god!' thought David. Several of the other boys murmured agreement and moved in closely to the two of them. "Still, it's only a game," said Minot brightly, "maybe we should reward the hero?" he raised his eyes to the crowd of boys around. They of course were all very scared of Minot, having been on the receiving end of his temper at various times throughout their school career. Most were appalled that he was back, having expected that in their last year they'd be free of him. Minot picked up the soap and began to soap David's body down. "Oh, that's okay, you don't need to do that!" exclaimed David in a panic. "Now Mr. Jones, just relax and let it happen," soothed Minot, adding with the slightest overtone of menace, "it's gonna happen anyway, might as well enjoy it." Minot's hands were huge yet surprisingly gentle. He began soaping David, and there was no doubt in David's mind that he was going to do so very thoroughly. The other boys began to join in and soon David was struggling to maintain his dignity and composure as a dozen of the most athletic and sexy boys in the school began to rub their hands all over his naked body. Hands ran over his legs from his groin to his feet, fondling his private parts, playing with them, rolling them around, stretching them, tugging them, and squeezing them. At the same time, his arms and shoulders were massaged, his spine was massaged and his chest and stomach were rubbed, fingers poking firmly at his tired muscles. It was relaxing, but David knew with a dreadful certainty where this was leading. Fingers probed down his ass questing at his hole, soon they were in, one, two three or more, and not all on the same hand he was sure! His cock had the inevitable reaction and was soon rigid and drooling with the attention. So were the cocks of everyone else in the shower David noticed. Some of those kids were well endowed! Minot especially had a cock that rivaled Ron of the elephant dick! That thought made David so horny he could barely control himself. Minot moved around behind and began to probe David's ass with his cock. David mentally readied himself. It did not occur to him to resist. Vaguely somewhere in his mind David reflected upon this strange turn of events. Just a few short weeks ago he would have been outraged that a group of students would try to gang-rape him. He did not doubt that they would all fuck him in turn, and looking around him at the horny young men with their twitching rigid dicks, he almost licked his lips lasciviously. Minot's lathered cock slipped into his hole without a twinge of pain. "My god, this guy's like a pussy!" exclaimed Minot. He began to pump. He wasn't gentle. Like a steam locomotive piston he began to ram David's ass. He was like a wild man. Yet as wild as Minot was, David matched him thrust for thrust, arching his back, pushing his rear down onto the rutting black man. "He's a bitch in heat!" yelled Minot, "oh, god, I'm cumming!" And he came and came and came. Grunting, sweating, water running all over them, he poured his semen deep into David's receptive bowels. Minto pulled out reluctantly, being pushed aside -- though not too forcefully -- by the other boys who all wanted their turn. David entered his sexual twilight zone. He was only conscious of his asshole and the hard insistently ramming cocks that were invading it. Some cocks were longer; some fatter; some were little tickle devices! All were welcome as far as David was concerned. He had no thought for how he was going to face being the teacher in front of a class full of kids who had fucked his ass! It finally came to and end. The kids showered off and left him alone under the running water. David went into the toilet stall and pooped out the massive volumes of cum from his ass, then returned and cleaned himself up. Mac tentatively poked his head around the corner of the shower. "You okay, David?" he asked gently. David looked at him through misty eyes, "Yeah, I'm fine." He turned off the shower and walked toward the boy. Mac wrapped him in a towel and hugged him. "I could hear them in here, but they wouldn't let me in." "Don't worry about it." "What are you going to do?" "What do you mean? I'll get dressed -- if I can find anything -- then go home." "No, I mean about them?" Mac jerked his head in the general direction of `out there.' "I'm not doing anything. Why, do you think I should?" "They fucked you, didn't they?" Mac was puzzled by David's reaction. "Yes they fucked me. All of them I think." "So. You can have them all expelled!" "Mac, my dear boy, there is something you should know. I didn't resist! I could have gone on all night. Their cocks were blissful!" "David! But you're a teacher here! Everyone is gonna know what happened. If you do nothing you'll be fair game for everyone," David experienced a thrilling adrenalin rush as Mac said this and imagined being a sex slave to an entire school, "and you have to stand up in front of these kids every day. They've all seen you naked, and this bunch have fucked you!" "Mac, you've fucked me! So have Delroy and Tom!" said David reasonably. Mac made towards the door, "You better come and borrow some clothes," he gave David a look as he exited into the corridor. David had some trouble interpreting that look. He wrapped the towel around his waist and followed, thinking hard. What was Mac saying to him? What did that look mean? Anger? Hurt? Not -- Jealousy? Suddenly David realized that's exactly what it was. Mac was Jealous. Not surprising really, he realized. They had spent most of the summer sleeping together as lovers. Now school was back and they both knew that close relationship had to end -- not that it was wise to begin with -- and the reality was hard on both of them. Now Mac might be feeling not only abandoned but also betrayed. Betrayed to the entire senior soccer team! This might be a problem. David entered the boy's dorm, and stopped dead in his tracks. There, sitting in just his underwear, was Errol Minot! Mac was rummaging around in a drawer and flinging articles of clothing out onto his bed. Tom and Delroy were sitting up in bed. There was a fifth boy that David didn't know. He looked barely old enough to be at a secondary school! Minot turned and saw David looking at him, "Hey, it's the Jones Bitch," he laughed, "come for more, Mr. Jones?" "Minot. You're in this dorm?" "Tha's right." Minot studied David for a moment, noticing also what Mac was doing. "Spencer, what y'doin?" "Lending Mr. Jones some clothes," Mac responded curtly. "Ah." Minot's eyes narrowed, "Now why would you be doin' that?" The tone in Minot's voice caused Mac to stop what he was doing and look up. "The guy's naked, alright! He can't go home like that!" "Oh, I dunno, I think he looks kinda cute. I think it'd be good for him to go home that way!" The new boy looked over as he caught wind of some fun about to happen. He got out of bed, wearing just some skimpy white briefs, and sauntered over to sit on the edge of Minot's bed facing David. "In fact," said Minot, "I think I got some unfinished business with Mister Jones." He got up and walked over to David. Minot closed the dorm door behind David, then grasped his shoulders from behind and propelled him over towards his bed. David instantly got an erection! `Damn!' he thought. Minot pushed David down onto the bed lying on his back. "Minot, what the hell are you doing?" protested David. "I'm gonna fuck you good and hard," stated Minot matter-of-factly. "I don't think so," David almost giggled at the sheer absurdity of it, and made to get up. Minot pushed him down again, hard. He pulled David's legs off the end of the bed, so his asshole was conveniently placed for fucking. "Now, wait just a minute, you can't do this not here!" David was beginning to panic, realizing that the huge guy meant what he said. He looked around at `his boys' expecting some kind of support. They all avoided looking at him, including Mac! Minot found some kind of lube in his beside drawer and proceeded to apply it to his immense erection. David's cock hardened even more. "Minot, please don't do this," David begged, "I'll do anything you want, but please don't do this." "Mister Jones, you surely will do ANYTHING I want, and I also want to fuck you NOW, so I will," Minot exuded total assurance, "the ANYTHING will come later -- I'll work out a schedule for you. YOU are now MINE!" and with that, he proceeded to insert his cock into David's hole, while holding David's legs splayed out and up. The new boy was still sitting at the side of Minot's bed watching David and Minot in rapt fascination. Michael Dalrymple the Third slipped out of his underwear and dropped them on the floor. He was a skinny, body-hairless kid, with blonde spiky hair and blue eyes. He looked mostly skin and bones. However, he had a very prominent cock, and large balls -- they looked all out of proportion with his overall frame. His cock also looked very red as if it were sore from overuse. Right now it was rock hard and beginning to ooze. It was not thick, but it was very long, with a prominent angry-looking mushroom head. The boy turned to look closely at David. He looked up at Minot who gave him a slight nod. Michael Dalrymple the Third straddled David's chest high up knees pinning his biceps and pushed his cock down towards David's face. "Suck it!" he commanded. "Get lost!" said David. For answer, Dalrymple began to slap David's face hard with his long skinny cock! David was surprised at how much it hurt. It stung a lot! He wondered how this scrawny kid with the surprising cock could stand the pain! If it hurt David this much, it must hurt the kid even more. David kept his mouth firmly shut. The side-to-side cock slapping continued and the force increased until David could stand it no more. He opened his mouth to protest, and Dalrymple instantly shoved his cock directly down David's throat! Again David was taken by surprise. His teeth raked the cock shaft as it penetrated his mouth, and must have been painful for the boy! David was to learn to his cost over the coming days just how much Michael Dalrymple the Third was into pain. Not only receiving, but also giving! David was also in the process of learning that Minot had an absolutely insatiable appetite for fucking! And now the huge `boy' had found a willing and almost captive fuck slave, he was going to use him to the utmost. David now had two long and very desirable cocks inserted into him. He was not experienced at cock sucking, and had never had a cock down his throat before. As a result when the cock penetrated to the back of his throat in the first quick thrust, he gagged and his eyes watered. He struggled mightily, but with the little guy on his chest, and the huge Minot holding him down, he had no chance to get either of them off. He experienced some moments of sheer terror -- he felt claustrophobic and suffocated. However, as both boys were beginning to pump in and out with their cocks, he was able to gasp a breath of air every so often. He forced himself to relax since like the Borg, `resistance was futile!' He began dimly to realize that in a situation in which he had no control of his own body, the only real choice was total surrender. The fucking went on for an endless period of time. David could see nothing but the face and the cock of the kid in his mouth, and from time to time the face of Minot over the little runt's shoulder. He could not see the other boys in the room -- `his' boys. They were certainly doing nothing to stop this. He vaguely wondered if Minot had some kind of hold on all of them. He would have thought that Mac and Delroy could together have taken Minot. In the end he entered his own twilight zone in which his ass became the fulcrum of existence. Surprisingly, the two boys were approaching their climax at the same time, and as they did, the knowledge of their building eruption also triggered David's own orgasm. The three of them came absolutely simultaneously, grunting, moaning, sweating. "Ohh, man that's good," sighed Minot. Dalrymple having shot his load straight down David's throat, had flung his head back, groin forward and seemed frozen with his cock firmly at maximum extension inside David. Unable to breath, David relaxed and avoided struggling or panic. He closed his eyes and let his body come down from it's climactic high. He felt the lack of oxygen to his brain and began to black out. Still he didn't struggle, and he felt the room begin to darken and fade. Sounds became distant. Suddenly there was a commotion and light and breath returned with violent paroxysms of coughing. Mac had finally intervened and pulled the semi-comatose Dalrymple off David's chest, ripping his cock out of David's throat!. There was some blood oozing from the deflating cock where it has sliced against David's teeth! Dalrymple seemed unfazed. "You fucking idiot!" yelled Mac almost in tears, "you could ha' killed him!" "So what?" sneered Dalrymple, "he's only an asshole teacher! And a fag as well!" Mac was outraged, "YOU fuck his face, and HE'S a fag?" he was incredulous. "YOU," said Michael Dalrymple the Third, standing face-to-face with Mac, his nose almost touching Mac's chin, "are a jerk. You're probably a fag too!" Mac thrust his arms forward to push Dalrymple's shoulder and throw him backwards, but was surprised when Dalrymple dropped to the floor, grasping his wrists and pulled hard while at the same time kicking hard upwards planting his foot squarely into Mac's balls! Mac yelled but could neither hold his balls as the agony exploded inside them, nor could he stop himself flying face-forward over the supine Dalrymple to land face first on the hard wood floor! He crumpled into a heap, nursing his nuts and his nose! Dalrymple stood over him naked, with his softening cock dripping. He kicked Mac with his bare foot as hard as he could in the ass. His big toe pushed it's way into Mac's ass crack and landed painfully and with unerring accuracy directly on his asshole. Mac yelled in renewed agony, and straightened his body up slightly. Dalrymple jumped over his body and delivered another hard kick to his balls! That finished Mac. He dissolved into a blubbering wreck, holding himself curled into a fetal position. Delroy and Tom stared at this scene in mounting horror. Dalrymple turned away from Mac and stared at David as he lay gasping convulsively on the bed. His body was still splayed out, his legs draping over the foot of the bed. Minot was watching the Dalrymple--Macdonald scene with amusement. "Way to go, little guy! You're tougher than you look!" They high-fived each other. "Okay, Mister Jones, I'm tired, it's time for you to get out of here! There's the door!" With that he stretched his leg over and rolled David off the bed with his foot and then hopped in, pulling the covers over himself. David fell with a painful thud to the floor, from where he struggled to get up. Delroy and Tom stared in pained horror, fearing to make any move to help. David stood with difficulty, still breathing heavily. Dalrymple confronted him, grasping his cock in one hand and one of David's nipple rings in the other. He twisted the nipple painfully around. David squawked. He also pulled and squeezed David's cock with such extreme violence that David collapsed onto his knees. "Gettup you fag cocksucker," yelled Dalrymple. When David made it back to his feet, with Dalrymple still torturing the nipple and the cock, he said, "you leave here now and don't you dare try to wear anything before you get home! I will know if you do!" He released David who staggered backwards towards Minot's bed, until Minot was able to plant his foot firmly on David's backside and give a mighty shove. David flew towards the door, which Dalrymple held open as David sailed uncontrollably into the corridor. The door slammed behind him. "Are you allowed to be naked all the time?" a curious young boy asked him. He was dressed in pajamas bottoms, and carrying his toothbrush on his way to the washroom. "Ah, yeah, it's okay for today," said David, really having no idea what he was saying. "Cool!" said the boy, dropping his pj's and continuing off to the washroom leaving them in a heap on the floor. David regarded the retreating buttocks, and was sorely tempted to put on the abandoned pajama bottoms. He remembered Dalrymple's warning, sighed and headed off to the stairs. Only the very youngest boys had gone to bed, so David ran into a number of boys and even staff in the halls as he made his way out of the building. Perhaps they were all unfazed because David had won the soccer match while totally naked, so there seemed to be no reason not to still be naked. David did not think about it too much. He was too anxious to get home and to try to think through what had just happened. He met several people on the way home. They all congratulated him on his win in the soccer game, and some wondered why he had not seen fit to get dressed again. He was vague in his answers, and they thought perhaps he was a little inebriated, poor boy! When he got into his empty house, the phone rang. It was Minot calling from the phone on his dorm's corridor. "Mr. Jones? You did good, you got home naked, good boy!" How he could possibly know, David had no idea, he glanced around his kitchen wondering if there were cameras broadcasting his private life up to the entire school. He had a sudden ridiculous feeling that he was appearing naked on every television in every dorm common room at the school! "How, ah, do you know?" "I just know, Mr. Jones, you can't escape from me. I'm calling to let you know when your next appointment is." "My appointment? What appointment?" David was mystified. "Why your next fucking appointment of course," Minot's voice was smiling. "I've no idea what you're talking about," David was offended at the language, not catching on to what Minot was intimating. "Mr. Jones, listen carefully, I need you here in my dorm at six o'clock tomorrow morning, so you can wake me up!" "I can't come and wake you up!" David was shocked. Not as shocked as he was going to be however. "Mr. Jones, don't be dumb. You will be here by six and you will leave your house naked, and you will come into my dorm, and you will get into my bed beside me and you will wake me up by sucking my cock. When I'm awake I will fuck you! We are going to do this every day until the end of term! Later tomorrow we'll discuss how else you are going to serve me! Goodnight!" "No! Wait, wait just a goddamn minute!" David yelled into the phone. But the line was dead. `Fuck him,' thought David. No way was he doing that. As he was struggling to fall asleep that night, he tried to put the demand out of his mind. It was of course absolutely out of the question. He did however experience that frisson of excitement at the thought. But he could NOT do it. It was sheer professional suicide -- even if he hadn't already committed professional suicide through the activities of today. No, he would damn well NOT go, what the hell could Minot possibly do to him? It did not remotely occur to David what Minot could do to him, especially when teamed up with the diabolical Michael Dalrymple the Third!