Date: Sun, 04 Apr 2021 18:51:10 +0000
From: Patrick Writes <PatrickWrites@protonmail.com>
Subject: A Good Boy for Mr B - 4

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A Good Boy for Mr B - Chapter Four
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Getting to properly suck on Mr B's big cock had been the single most
thrilling experience of my life. I just loved hearing how happy it made him
and how much of a good boy he thought I was: every time he'd say it, it
just made my little heart burst. I loved tasting him too, even though most
of his spunk had ended up over my face and on my school jumper. Oh, my
jumper - I had to leave it at Mr B's and then pretend to my mum like I had
lost it. There was no way that I could go home wearing it when the white
stains on the dark blue jumper were going to be so obvious. Mr B said just
to leave it at his house and that I could wear it for him again the next
time I came over. I was so happy that he said there was going to be a next
time that I didn't even think about how cross my mum would be but having
fun with my teacher was more than worth it.

Though I did have a slight problem. The entire next day at school, I don't
think I learnt anything at all: I couldn't focus on a single thing that Mr
B was saying. Instead, I spent the whole time just thinking about him and
his big, strong, thick cock. I couldn't stop looking at him and remembering
everything we'd done together and thinking about what might happen in the
future. I wanted to be his good boy again: I needed to be his good boy
again.

During the school day, I didn't really get much of a chance to talk to Mr
B, well not privately at least. At lunch, I even went back up to the
classroom rather than out into the playground just to see if he was there
but he wasn't. In fact, it wasn't until the very end of the day that
anything noteworthy happened. I'd gone to the toilet but, as I came back
towards the classroom, I noticed Mr B in the cloakroom and he called me
over.

"Listen carefully," he said, his voice low and quiet. He pulled something
out of his pocket and held it out in front of me: my phone. At my school,
year sixes are allowed to bring their phones to school because so many of
us walk home without parents or go to the park after school - our parents
like us to have them so they know that we are safe. However, we are
forbidden from using them whilst at school so the teachers collect them in
from both year six classes and store them somewhere safe. But, for some
reason, Mr B now had my phone in his hand.

"Unlock it for me," he said, quickly, and I put my finger on the screen so
that it would unlock. Mr B turned it towards himself and started tapping
and swiping at great speed. Around thirty seconds later, he shifted and
moved himself so that we could both see the display at the same time.

"I've added an app to your phone and set you up an account," he said,
whilst showing me where he had hidden the app and how to access it, "I'm on
the app too and I'll be messaging you this weekend."

"Ok..." I said, my voice quiet and, for some reason, a little shaky.  I
guess I was just more nervous again being in school and talking about
secrets with my teacher.

"You're going to be a good boy for me again, aren't you?" His hand went up
to my head and brushed through my light blond hair and down the side of my
face.

"I..." but I just blushed. I wanted to say that of course I was going to be
a good boy for him and that I'd do anything to make him happy but I
couldn't get the words out.

Fortunately, he just smiled at me as his thumb moved up and brushed ever so
lightly over my lips: "I know you're going to be a very good boy."

With that, he put my phone back in his pocket and sent me back to class,
joining us all again around a minute or two later.

When I got my phone back after school, I immediately wanted to go back onto
that app even though I knew there'd be no messages yet. However, I wasn't
able to as Jake stopped me in the cloakroom before we left.

"So am I allowed round again now?" he asked. There was an air of something
in his voice but I couldn't tell what it was. In fact, I was pretty
confused by the question.

"What?"

"You know," he spoke again, furrowing his brow a little, "Yesterday you
said I couldn't come round."

"Oh," suddenly remembering, "of course you can - yeah, totally fine. Are
you coming over?"

"Yeah man," he smiled at me and a look of relief passed over his face. In
fact, his whole body seemed to relax. "We've got some gaming to do!"

Despite having Jake round, I couldn't get my mind off of Mr B. My best
friend and I were both half-sat, half-laid on my bed, still wearing our
uniforms, and with our feet up. Of course, Jake was taller than me so his
legs stretched down my bed much further, even though his head was also
higher than mine. We'd been trying to game as a team on Fortnite for the
last thirty minutes and, whilst I was doing alright, Jake was clearly
carrying the pair of us.

"Shit!" he said as we were killed once again. Jake swore more often than I
did - in fact, I'd only ever said naughty words like that with Mr B - but I
didn't mind.

In a quiet voice, I apologised for getting us wiped. There was a moment of
silence between us, broken when he asked an unexpected question.

"Is it me distracting you again?" There was confusion at first and I didn't
know what to say but Jake spoke again: "You know... with my feet?"

Suddenly, it felt as if all of the blood in my body was rushing to my face:
my cheeks were burning and I knew that I must have been bright red. I
opened my mouth but absolutely nothing came out at all. I mean, it hadn't
been his feet distracting me but I was definitely thinking about them now.

"Because, you know, I looked it up and it's alright," he spoke again but
now very quickly, shifting from his position next to me to one in front of
me, "I mean it's normal. Not that it wouldn't be normal. But it's
fine. Like it's not bad or wrong or nasty or like... wrong. Did I say that
already?"

I opened my mouth ready to jump in but it just felt like I was flapping my
gums like a fish: nothing was coming out.

Jake carried out: "It's just I looked it up. I mean not you specifically
but like the whole thing. I like Googled it, you know? Like guys that like
feet. And yeah."

He stopped speaking and looked at me, clearly expecting me to do or say
something but all I managed was: "What?"

He sighed and spoke again, this time slower: "I Googled it and there's
nothing wrong if you like my feet. The internet said it's normal so like
I'm cool with it."

"Cool with it?" I parroted back at him, unable to think of anything else to
say.

"Yeah," he said, looking directly at me now, "So it's cool if, you know,
you want to... I don't know... sniff them."

And that's how I ended up on my knees at the side of my bed as Jake sat
across it, his back against the wall and his longer legs bringing his feet
to dangle over the edge. Neither of us said anything - I just didn't know
what to say - even though I was really quite thrilled that this was
happening. The hard dick in my pants was evidence enough of that. Instead,
the only sound in the room, other than the Fortnite music still playing
from the screen, was the sound of me sniffing his sweaty grey school
socks. From this position, his size 5s looked huge even though they were
obviously still growing. After a few moments, and me sniffing both of his
socks, I heard his voice. "Take... erm... take them off," he said before
hastily adding, "You know, if you want to."

My hands were trembling as I reached up for the top of both of the socks,
feeling the cotton against my fingertips. I looked up at him and his gaze
met mine: he just nodded as if giving me permission again and I started to
pull the material down.

I'd not seen Jake's soles and toes like this for a while, not since we were
younger, and never up close like this since starting all of this stuff with
Mr B. My teacher was right: there was something beautiful about a boy's
feet and I actually heard myself gasp when the soft, smooth skin of his
soles was finally revealed to me. They looked so nice and his toes looked
huge and long. Our eyes met again and he smiled, a gentle but nervous smile
and I was glad to see that he was as shaky as I was in this moment.

"Some people... erm... just in my searching, you know, I found out that
some people... well..." he blushed. His cheeks reddened and his eyes turned
down towards his own body.

"Some people what?" I asked, almost whispering.

"They like to... erm... with feet... they like to... lick them. I
mean... I... oh!" he stopped speaking as he felt the wetness of my tongue
make contact with his eleven-year-old boy feet.

Unfortunately, that was the exact moment that his phone started to
ring. "Oh shit - it's my mum. I've gotta answer," he said as he reached out
for the device.

"Hi... yeah... uh huh... now? Oh... ok. Bye." He put the phone
down. "Sorry," he started, "I need to go."

I'd be lying if I said that it wasn't awkward as he put his socks and shoes
back on. However, as he moved towards the door to leave, he turned and
stepped back towards me. For the first time in about two years, my best
friend put his arms around me and hugged me, pulling me close towards
him. After that, and a quiet "Bye," he left. For the rest of the night, my
mind was just spinning at what had happened and what might have occurred if
his mum hadn't rung when she did.

There was no message from Mr B that night nor in the morning when I woke
up. In fact, it wasn't until after lunch that an alert went off on my
phone. Seeing that it was from that app, I rushed up the stairs and back
into the sanctity of my bedroom before opening it up. The message was from
the user "TheTeacher" so it was pretty obvious that it was him.

TheTeacher: "Hey there Ryan."

As I sent my message back, just saying hi to him, I noticed the name that
he'd set for me when he'd created the account: MrBsBoy. Immediately, I just
felt special again and my little dick started to harden once more.

MrBsBoy: "Hi Mr B!"

TheTeacher: "Are you ready to come and be a really good boy for me again?
I've got some more presents for you."

MrBsBoy: "Yeah! Wow really? What are they?"

TheTeacher: "You'll have to find out."

For the next five to ten minutes, we messaged about what was going to
happen. I was to tell my mum that I was meeting my mates at the park but
really go to the alleyway instead, where I'd met him last time. Mr B was
going to pick me up and we were going to go back to his again.

TheTeacher: "Now I want you do something specific for me. You remember what
you wore for the last school dress up day, that football kit? You need to
put that on and come wearing that."

Of course, I did exactly as Mr B told me to do. The kit was a mixture of
blue and white and I had the complete set: shirt, shorts and socks. It was
from when I used to play for the local football team but I had to drop out
because my mum couldn't really afford the fees anymore. It was going to be
a little small and tight, and I told Mr B that, but he said that he didn't
mind.

My heart was thumping all the way but it doubled in speed as soon as I saw
my teacher's car. In my head, I imagined being really confident and leaning
over to give him a big kiss as soon as I opened the door but, in reality, I
found myself getting really shy and blushing as I settled into the
passenger seat. I barely managed to get out a "Hi."

Fortunately for me, Mr B was in a chatty mood and was paying me loads of
compliments about how good my football kit looked. He said he remembered
how cute I'd looked that day in school and he wanted to see me looking just
like that again for him. By the time we reached his house, I'd relaxed and
was smiling and chatting with him: I even asked him a few times about the
presents but he refused to tell me what they were until we were at his
place.

"Go on then, you little scamp," Mr B laughed as he closed and locked the
front door behind us, "Straight up to my bedroom and see what presents
you've got!"

I rushed up the stairs, kicking off my trainers in a hurry, and burst
straight into my teacher's bedroom. There, on his bed, were two wrapped up
boxes.

"Oh wow! Both of these are presents for me?" I gasped.

Mr B walked in behind me. Now that he'd removed his hoodie, I could see
that he was also dressed in footy kit with the shirt clinging tightly onto
his muscled body just like mine was hugging my little ten-year-old
torso. "Yes, just for you but they aren't from me," he said, laughing at my
enthusiasm.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well," he began, "these are from two of my friends."

"Your friends?" I was confused - the thing between me and Mr B was supposed
to be our special secret and I asked him about that.

"Yes, it's a secret just for boys like you and men like me. These friends
are men like me so they're alright to know about what a good little boy you
are."

"But why did they get me presents?"

He smiled at me and told me to sit on the side of the bed: "I told them all
about how you were learning how to deepthroat like a good boy does and how
you'd done a really good job but hadn't managed to get all the way yet." I
blushed deeply before he continued. "So they sent you some presents that
they thought might help you. Do you want to open them up?"

"Sure!" I shouted out, and I reached over for the first present.

"Just hold on one second, Ryan," Mr B said to me, "I think these men
deserve to see your reaction when you open the presents so why don't I
video it and then we can send it to them - that's a great idea, right?"

It sounded like it was so I, of course, agreed. I mean, these men had
bought me presents even though they don't know me so I didn't want to be
rude. My mum had taught me always to have really good manners because
they're so important.

Mr B held out his phone and filmed me as I started to open up the
boxes. First, I picked up one wrapped all in green paper and started to
tear it off. Once I pulled off the paper, I opened the box to reveal the
contents though my face must have shown how confused I was.

"Do you remember how I had to tie your hands last time to stop you
touching? Well we don't need your school tie now."

I lifted up what was inside: there was an x-shaped metal cross in the
middle with four loops coming off of it. Attached to each loop was a short
chain that led to a piece of soft fabric.

"They're cuffs," Mr B explained, "You'll wear them today but they are
padded so they don't hurt."

I looked directly at the camera and gave a huge smile: "Thanks a lot -
they're super cool."

"Now open the other."

Of course, I was eager to obey and ripped the paper off in seconds. Again,
when I looked inside, I was confused by what I found.

"That bit," Mr B said, indicating the circle in the middle, "goes in your
mouth and the rest goes round your head. It helps keep your mouth open so
you won't be tempted to close it. All the good boys are wearing them."

"Thank you! I love both of them!" I said, not really understanding how we
were going to use them but, yeah, manners.

"Yeah," Mr B said, keeping the camera on me but speaking to it, "They are
going to be really useful... really fucking useful."

With that, he turned the camera off and sat down on the bed next to me.

For a little while, Mr B and I just laid back on the bed and kissed. He was
on his back and he told me to lay on top of him, which was really cool. Our
lips met and his hands moved behind me: one stroking my back and the other
on the back of my head. I loved his grip on my body and when I felt his
tongue pushing into my mouth, it felt like Mr B was just everywhere around
and inside me. After a few minutes, he broke our kiss and told me that it
was time to try my presents.

First, he got me his gift from last time I was there and helped me put the
cushioned kneepads back on, reminding me that I was wearing these so that I
didn't hurt my knees when I was being a good boy. He placed his hand on my
shoulder and urged me down to the ground, where I knelt in front of him. I
could see that, inside of his footy shorts, my teacher's cock was hard: it
bulged out, thick and long. My stares didn't go unnoticed and Mr B asked
me: "Do you want to say hello?"

I nodded and was rewarded when my teacher pushed down the shorts until they
fell off his body. He stepped out of them; his naked cock exposed to me
again. "Go on, give him a kiss."

Leaning forward, I steadied myself on Mr B's thick, hairy legs and start to
give little kisses all over his cock: the head, the shaft and even his big
hairy balls.

"Mmm..." he moaned out from above me, "You've got a good boy's lips,
Ryan. Perfect for kissing the cocks of men like me." He stroked my hair and
told me to sit back and put my arms behind my back.

Adjusting the straps took a little while - Mr B kept telling me that,
because I was so little, everything needed to be tighter. However, it
didn't take long for me to feel the leather cuffs tight around my wrists
just like Mr B had said I would. They were different to the tie he'd used
last time because I could still move my arms a little - I just couldn't
move far. What surprised me, however, was Mr B pulling down my footy socks
until my legs and feet were bare. Then, suddenly, I felt the same leather
against my ankles. I tried to turn my head but Mr B just put a calming hand
on my shoulder and, in a soft tone, said: "It's alright - don't worry. It's
just to keep everything really nice and secure. You trust Mr B, don't you?"

"Yes... of course."

He laughed gently, "That's a good boy, Ryan, that's a good boy."

He stepped back and looked down at me, tied and restrained like this on my
knees for him. "We really should show my friends how much you enjoy the
gifts, shouldn't we?" And, almost straight away, his phone was out
again. He moved it around me, showing how tied I was. He had me pull
against the chains and try to get out. He even tickled me and I was
giggling so much that I fell over onto the floor and he had to help me back
up to my knees because I couldn't get myself up. Then, he brought his big
cock back to my face.

"Stick out your tongue," he commanded and I obeyed. He slapped the thick
meat against my tongue a few times and then started to slide the shaft up
and down it. At one point, his cock was covering most of my face and his
big, heavy ballsack was pressing against my chin. I heard the phone click a
few times - photos taken within the video - and my teacher even had me look
up at it and smile from my position. Then he moved over and placed it on
the bedside table, pointing directly at me.

"You want to suck Mr B's big cock, don't you?" he asked, his voice lower.

"Yes," I said.

"Yes what?"

"Yes please, Mr B. Please can I?"

"That's a good boy... fuck... you look so pretty like that. What man could
resist?"

With that, he slid his cock into my mouth.

Feeling my teacher's girthy cock invade my little ten-year-old mouth again
was all I had dreamed about for the last two days. It throbbed against my
tongue as I tried to lick the underside of it and, in no time at all, it
was pressing again at the back of my throat. I gagged, of course, but Mr B
held me there in the strong grip he had on my head.

"It's ok boy... you can gag... it's ok... choke for me... go on... choke
for Mr B..."

As I did, he pushed harder and I felt the huge mushroom head of his cock
force its way into my throat, stretching it out and cutting off my
breathing.

Just like last time, Mr B would pull out to let me breathe when I needed it
- I trusted him and he knew it - and each time he'd push back in, he'd go a
little further. I actually felt like I was gagging a little less each time.

"That's a good boy - you're learning. Learning how to suck a man's
cock. Good boys love sucking men's cocks - it's what sexy little schoolboys
like you are made for."

I felt him pick up the pace slightly but then, out of nowhere, he just
pulled out and away. I was confused until I heard him say: "Now, it's time
for your other gift."

The metal was cold in my mouth and it stretched my lips open as wide as
they could go when he pushed it inside of me. The straps, like the cuffs,
were softer but I definitely felt it on my face as he secured it tightly
behind my head.

"Fuck... you have no idea how fucking sexy you look. You're such a good
fucking dirty boy doing this for your teacher. Such an amazing, slutty,
perfect little boy. It's time to get your throat fucked, isn't it?"

I tried to reply but quickly realised that I couldn't talk with my mouth
held open like this. My response was just a gargled sound and Mr B laughed
hearing it.

"I'll take that as a yes then."

I knew from last time that throat-fucking and sucking cock are two
different things even though they involved the same parts of our bodies:
today confirmed that. This time, when Mr B took hold of my hair, there was
no gentle work up going just a little further each time. No, this was rough
and hard. He pulled me onto his cock, the thick dick only just fitting
through the metal ring holding my mouth open, and down as far as he could.

"FUCKING YES!" he cried out, "Fucking take my big pervy cock into your
throat. FUCK! You're such a good boy, Ryan. Such a fucking good cocksucking
slut for your teacher." As he spoke, he kept pushing: his hips moving
forward and his hand pulling my head in towards him.

I continued to gag and choke as Mr B started to fuck my throat. He'd pull
out, still keeping most my mouth full of his cock, give me a moment to
breath and then push back in as far as he possibly could. This started to
get faster and faster until there was just a steady quick rhythm between
him being inside of my throat and not being. I knew my eyes were watering,
I knew saliva was leaking down my chin but I also knew how happy my teacher
was - he was making that clear with his constant praise.

"Fuck boy - you're the fucking best. The fucking best little boy - such a
good boy. Good little ten-year-old boy taking my big fucking pervy cock
deep into your tight little throat. FUCK YES!"

That crying out came at the exact moment where any last resistance in my
throat gave out and, for the first time, every inch of Mr B's huge, thick
cock pushed into me, my nose buried in his pubes and his balls beneath my
chin. He took a small step backwards and pulled me forward by my hair, my
feet lifting up off the ground. I was balancing just on my knees and unable
to use my hands to steady myself. The cuffs and chains made it impossible
to put my feet back on the floor: Mr B was in complete control of my
movement and he started to pull me up and down his cock faster and faster.

"You want my cum. Good boys love cum. You need my cum, don't you? Fucking
need it!"

His voice got lower and lower, more and more aggressive until it was almost
like an animal growling and roaring above me. Inside of me, his cock was
throbbing and pulsing: I knew what was coming next.

As he started to shoot his spunk into me, he pulled back, allowing me to
catch it in my mouth rather than shooting it straight down my throat. "Hold
it," he ordered, "Don't swallow yet."

I tried my best but there was so much of it that it was leaking out, down
my chin and over my cheeks: I couldn't shut my lips so there was nothing I
could do to stop it. When he'd finally finished shooting I felt like I was
drowning in his spunk. He moved over to the phone and picked it up, bring
it over to point directly at my face.

"Look at all that cum... you want to swallow it, don't you? Good boys
always swallow all the cum they can get."

I tried to nod and a little more of his load dribbled out over my lips. He
reached round and untied the leather strap behind my head, telling me to
stay very still. Once he had pulled the metal out of my mouth, he spoke
again.

"That's a good boy, Ryan. Swallow now."

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