Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2024 09:43:08 +0000
From: Rafael <Storyboy7@protonmail.com>
Subject: A Saw Subject

The story is based around thirteen year old Tom. Life at school is going
to bring new meaning to teaching for him.

The story is based on Gay Adult Youth

Please read and enjoy: Please do not read it if it is not allowed in your
jurisdiction/country etc.

It is total fantasy, so please take it as that.

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A Saw Subject



Tom is usually a smart and intelligent 13 year old boy but yet again
today he is struggling in the weekly woodwork class. When it comes to
things like woodwork he has two left hands. Once again the tenon saw
keeps sticking and he has snapped yet another dovetail joint. The class
have all been assigned to make a box on which they will be graded by Mr
Clark who is the head of wood and metalwork . The grade will be counted
towards the boy's yearly progress and counted up when they leave the
school with hopefully some kind of qualifications.

Tom calls Mr Clarke over who is walking around watching and assisting the
other eight boys in the class.

"Sir, I can't do this" He says wiggling the saw impatiently. "Now now
Tom, just settle down son, you can do this, not everyone gets it right
every time." He says taking his hands out of the pockets of his brown
dust coat. Mr Clarke then takes the saw and shows Tom how to hold it. He
then covers Tom's small hand with his own, moves behind him enveloping
Tom with his body. That was the first time Mr Clarke had been so close to
him and, the first time he felt his stomach tighten

"I have told you and hundreds of boys before you that you have to let
the saw do the work." Then he raised his voice to the rest of the class.
"What do you have to do boys!?"

"Let the saw do the work Sir!" They chanted in unison. "Right, good
boys get back to it."

Mr Clarke was pretty much the old school kind of teacher. He was in his
late fifties and not much taller than some of the thirteen year old boys
he was teaching today. He had a full head of grey hair and bushy
mustache.

He took the piece of wood from the vice telling Tom to go and get a piece
of  2"x 2" from the scrap bin. He took the wood and drew 2 straight
lines about an inch apart on the end on all four sides, placed it in the
vice then like the expert he is he saws down and through the first line.
A perfect straight cut and with no effort.

"You see that Tom...it is as easy as that" he says. "Not a lot of
pressure on the saw, keep your eye on the line and just gently add some
pressure and let the saw do its job, just keep it level."

The boys either side of Tom's bench started sniggering. "I don't know
what you two are sniggering about, perhaps you would like to stay behind
after class and sweep up," complete silence. Mr Clarke had a subtle way
of dealing with mischievous boys.

He handed Tom the saw and enveloped his hand with his. He didn't know
what it was but it gave Tom a kind of tingle through his chest. "Now,
hold the saw like this" he said manipulating each of Tom's fingers
around the saw handle. "Place it on the line, gently start sawing until
the blade bites." He then moved behind the boy as if he was his shadow
and leaned into his back, then placing his hands on both of Tom's hands,
guided his left hand to the piece of wood and gently started the sawing
motion.

The teachers face was almost touching Tom'cheek. His breath had a minty
smell, Tom could feel something hard pressing against the back of his
grey school shorts as their bodies moved in unison. Tom guessed it was a
file or chisel handle in his dust coat pocket. It was like a slight
rocking motion as their arms pushed and pulled the saw. In a few moments
and like magic the piece of wood fell to the floor. The perfect cut. Then
he congratulated Tom with a pat and a rub on his back, he rubbed Tom's
back up and down several times. "Good boy, well done, you see how easy
it is but I think you need more practice Tom but well done for listening
and learning today."

 Tom looked straight at Jack Clark's face. It was like something was
there but I could not work it out. Tom had blushed when Jack asked him if
he was alright. Tom mumbled something and wondered why his cock and balls
were tingling.

Class finished and the boys cleaned up, they put the tools back where
they could be seen and accounted for. Ten of everything had to be on the
racks around the walls, the floor brushed and rubbish bins emptied. Tom
was the last one to leave. Mr Clarke had slipped his dust coat off. "Oh
Tom, on the way out would you put my coat in the caretakers laundry bin
outside?" Tom took it from him he then said he would give Tom more of
his time in the next lesson. Tom smiled at him. "Thank's sir, look
forward to it, should I empty the pockets?" He said holding the dust
coat up and feeling for the tool handles. "I don't think there is
anything in them boy." He smiled and blushed.

When Tom got home from school everything was a blur. He didn't even
remember walking home. His Mum was at work until five thirty. He dropped
his school bag, kicked off his shoes and ran up to his bedroom. He had
the same feelings he had got when he had to go and see Mr Woods about a
week ago. It was in an empty classroom. Mr Woods is his geography and
science teacher. A nice man although he is quite big compared to Mr
Clarke. He has a bit of a pot belly, chubby face with bushy eyebrows. His
horn rimmed spectacles make him look like an owl but certainly one of the
nicer men teachers at Tom's school.

Well, he wanted to go over and mark some science homework with Tom. Tony
Woods had sat at the teachers desk on the platform at the front of the
empty classroom while Tom stood at his side leaning over with one hand on
the desk. Tom had written a short essay which they were going through but
as he spoke and read aloud Tony placed a hand on Tom's lower back and
each time he emphasized a point he gave his back a pat or a rub. As it
went on his hand lowered and rested on the back of Tom's shorts. Tony
read a few lines and became excited by what Tom had written. "You know
Tom, you do have a way with words, I think we may have a budding writer
on our hands" and while saying this he was rubbing the backs of Tom's
bare thighs. Tom had that same feeling that he had with Mr Clarke today.

Staring at his reflection in the wardrobe mirror Tom thought for a
thirteen year old boy he was attractive, just the average teenage boy
with his head all over the place. He had been told that certain girls
thought he was cute. They said his mop of brown hair and thick eyebrows
made him kind off Spanish looking not to mention his long eyelashes and
gray eyes.

Now here he was watching himself in the mirror. Turning from side to side
while lifting up his white school polo shirt. He caressed his flat belly
liking the hint of the four pack he was developing. what he wanted to see
was if the bulge in the front of his quite short grey school shorts was
obvious and whether Mr Clarke and Mr Woods would have noticed it. `I know
it is summer time but why do us boys have to wear white ankle socks with
black shoes? Trainers yes but with black slip-on shoes they looked
weird.' He asked himself.

Pulling the polo off he moved closer to the mirror still twisting and
turning as he admired himself over his shoulder. The shorts looked even
shorter from the back. He then rubbed the back of them and like Mr Woods
he stroked the backs of his own legs. He was getting so hard touching
himself pretending it was Mr Wood's hand, he even pulled the leg of his
shorts up and put a hand up to touch his underpants. It became too much
so he snapped the top of the shorts open, pulled the zipper down and
peeled them open letting the bulge in his white school underpants free.
He let the shorts drop to his ankles. "Fuck!" he thought to himself "I
bet Mr Woods and Mr Clarke would like to be here now watching me in just
my white school underpants."

He lay on his bed and lifted the waistband of his underpants and pulled
them down at the front allowing his wet cock to stand up. Its head was
coated in pre cum. Tom guessed that he was about average for a boy his
age. Some boys at school in his year had much smaller cocks than his,
some were larger. He was happy with his hard five inches of pretty thick
boy cock, it also had a long foreskin which he loved pulling back slowly
when he wanked. He shut his eyes and pretended it was one of the teachers
who ordered him to take off the white ankle socks and pull down his white
underpants right down to his ankles and leave them there. Then they would
be calling him a dirty boy as he wanked himself and pinched both nipples
while telling him to pull his foreskin back really hard. "Dirty boy!
Dirty boy!" For a good ten minutes he played with his hairless balls and
rubbed his flat belly teasing himself with his eyes closed while
imagining strange men were telling him to molest himself in graphic
detail. He had never cum so hard. The second stream of cum hit him in the
face. Then the feeling of guilt kicked in and he could never imagine it
really happening. It had been fun for ten minutes though.

Woodwork was the final lesson of the day this week. Tom and just six
other boys filed into the woodwork class. They could hear Mr Clarke
rummaging in the store room. He came out cursing and not looking very
happy until he saw Tom. "I don't know how you boys cannot keep things
tidy." "It's not our fault sir, we've only just arrived" said Charlie
King one of Tom's mates.

"I know, I know boys it's just frustrating that I constantly have to
keep tidying up in there, maybe one of you will give me a hand after
class...... that is if you have nothing more important to do." There
followed a lot of muttering from the other boys. Mr Clarke's suggestion
had landed on deaf ears.

"Right, I want you six at the front six benches to carry on with your
own projects and keep the chatter down or I might just get myself a
volunteer, are you listening Mr King......I am watching you." "Yes sir!"
Charlie responded in his usual funny way.

Mr Clarke approached Tom. "Okay young Tom. I want you at that bench at
the back, we are going to be doing dovetailing, in other words a lot of
sawing so get your apron on.

Mr Clarke said he was going to be very hands on during the lesson. He
constantly touched Tom's hands or rested a hand on his shoulder, he would
constantly touch his bare forearms and biceps as he got him to measure
and remeasure. Then the sawing practice. Cut after cut on pieces of scrap
wood. He had Tom bend at the waist and gauge with his eye if the lines
and cuts were straight. Then Tom felt that hardness that he had thought
was a tool handle pressing into the back of his shorts. Jack Clarke
whispered in Tom's ear to just keep sawing, Tom nodded his head. Jack
reached down and began stroking the backs of Tom's bare thighs. Tom
started moaning quietly as he tried to concentrate on the sawing. "Mr
Woods tells me that you like this, that you like to have your legs
rubbed.." His hand moved up under the boys shirt and gently caressed his
bare back then down and over the back of his shorts. It made Tom quiver,
he could feel Jack's breath on his face. His fingers pulled up one leg of
the shorts and stroked a bum cheek.

"Do you like it then Tom?" Tom could hardly say anything but managed a
raspy "yes sir." "You have nice legs they feel so nice and your skin
is so soft....do you want me to stop? Just say so and I will but I think
you are enjoying it aren't you.....aren't you?" He emphasized his
questions by touching any part of bare boy flesh that he could. "I bet
your nice boy cock is getting hard inside your little white undies, I
know mine is, you are making it really big and hard, keep sawing." He
put his arms around Tom from the back, searched out and found the zipper
of his shorts and unzipped them. "I can feel it already, oh yes my
fingers can feel you through your undies, you are so hard."

Tom's knees were turning to jelly as he felt the hand go inside his
shorts and start to rub. Jack's fingers found the leg opening of Tom's
underpants and slid his finger tips in. "Shall I touch it Tom, shall I
touch your hard boy cock or maybe play with your nice hairless balls,
shall I?"

Jack suddenly stopped, zipped up the shorts and stood up. "That's it
Tom" he said loud enough for the others to hear. I knew you would
understand eventually, it just takes the right touch."

Then he whispered. "I need someone to stay behind and help me in the
wood store. if you want to volunteer I will be more than happy to have
your help. I can lock the classroom door if you want to stay. What do you
say?....Tom was about to speak. "If you want to stay just say you want
to ask me something when the other boys start to leave, got it?" "Yes
sir," he mumbled, his brain fogged and not quiet knowing what he was
saying yes to but feeling faint. "Good boy now carry on with the sawing
exercise."



Tom kept watching him go from boy to boy, chatting, giving advice on
their projects. His mind kept racing. Sawing dovetails was the last thing
on his mind. One thing was certain. Whatever Mr Clarke wanted to do he
was going to let him.

"Can I ask you something sir?" Tom looked at Jack knowingly as the last
two boys walked past them and exited the classroom. Tom had taken his own
apron off and put it in his school bag. He didn't think any of them had
noticed the bulge in the front of his shorts.

The classroom door had closed. Jack guided Tom by his arm, gently and in
no hurry they went into the store room and closed the door. The first
thing that struck Tom was that it was not untidy at all. It smelled of
well, wood. The mahogany was very strong. "Now my young, sexy Tom I hope
you don't mind but I have invited a mutual friend to join us. Please be
assured that we are not going to hurt you and if anything does hurt or
you don't like it just say and we will get around it." Tom nervously
nodded his understanding. Another thing boy, this is for your pleasure as
well so if you want us to do anything that turns you on just tell us
especially if you like what we are doing to you. You see that there are
no windows and once this door is shut its pretty much sound proof in
here."

Mr Clarke put his hand on Tom's head and roughed his hair up before
cupping his chin in his left hand and looking the boy in the eyes. "You
really are a sweet sweet boy, very sexy looking and what a cute little
bum you have. It was me and Mr Woods who suggested the white ankle socks
as part of the school uniform so we get to see as much of you boys legs
as possible. We wanted really short shorts but did not want to push it
with the school committee although it was one of the ladies that insisted
you boys all wore white underpants, Matron had said uniform is uniform.

 "I am pleased that your shorts fit you nicely, not too baggy nor tight.
The times I have imagined putting my hand down those shorts of yours or
up the legs even." He leaned towards Tom, "such a beautiful boy." He
was about to kiss Tom when they heard a voice. "That's our visitor" he
whispered. He poked his head out the door. "Did you lock it and bring
the key?" "But of course" the voice said. Tom knew that voice, his
heart started thumping in his chest. Mr Woods entered first. He just
looked at Tom who's nerves were obvious as was the excitement in his
face. Tony woods did in seconds what it had taken an age for Mr Clarke to
attempt to do.

Tom just went limp when his mouth covered his. He rubbed Tom's back and
chest as his big tongue searched out the boys moist mouth. Out of
instinct Tom put his hand on the front of Tony's twill trousers and
started rubbing "God he is big" Tom thought to himself. He had
obviously seen men's dicks on the internet and what boys did with them
but had never been this close to one. He had always been attracted to
boys and older men stuff especially when they were pervy old men messing
with young boys like himself and now he could see and feel why.

There were two low wooden stools with three legs like milking stools. Mr
Woods sat on one while Mr Clarke took off his dust coat and rolled his
sleeves up. Tom could now see the bulge in his trousers. As if in a
trance Tom walked to him and stood between his legs causing him to sit
back against the tables edge. It brought him to eye level with him as he
was only 5 '2". Tom leaned into him and kissed him on the lips as he
played his finger tips over his obvious erection.

"Fuck me! And I thought we were a couple of old perverts" said Tony
looking on. "Go on boy take it out" he said unzipping and opening his
trousers. Tom pulled down the front of Jack's black boxer briefs, when he
saw the hard cock he instinctively tugged them and the trousers down
Jack's thighs.

Vivid pictures flashed through Tom's head of what he had seen boys and
men doing on the web, stories he had read about man and boy sex stuff
when a boy had his first man cock to deal with. Then like a dutiful boy
slut he bent forward and kissed it. "Fuck it!" he thought to himself
"This is what I have always wanted."

Tom began slowly getting used to feeling the softness of the cocks skin.
It was not what he had expected. It was not as big now that he was eye to
eye with it. Mr Clarke was breathing heavily. His hand came into view and
pulled the foreskin back. "Go on son, get it in your mouth, use those
nice lips and tongue on it, "I can see this is your first man cock boy"
came the voice from behind him. In nodding his head and mumbling he had
started giving Mr Clarke a proper blow job. "Fuck, slow down boy, I
don't want to cum yet". He started rubbing Tom's mop of hair and gently
thrusting his hips. "Lick his hairy balls boy, he loves that" Tony
egged Tom on. He was so hard that his cock hurt. He started licking the
now seven inches of cock up and down, swishing his tongue around all over
the head and glans before getting up the nerve to feel Jacks hairy balls
on his tongue. "Fuck it" he thought "they were only hairs" so he
cupped them in his hand and started licking and sucking them.

"Oh fuck!" Jack gasped, you are a little cock hound." Tom ran his
tongue from the base of the cock up to the tip and sucked at the pee
hole, just like he had seen on the internet. He then felt himself being
pulled up from behind.

"Come on Jack lets get him stripped, I can't wait to see him in his
little white undies" Mr woods was really excited. Before Tom knew it his
arms were reaching skywards and his white polo shirt was up over his head
and off. he was shocked when Tony grabbed his hair to tilt his head back.
He forced his tongue into Tom's mouth again, his scream was muffled when
his nipples were pinched causing his balls to throb.

"Take his shorts off for him Jack, he said." Tom started playing the
innocent schoolboy and pleaded with them. "Oh please sir's don't, please
don't take them off, I will only have my underpants on if you do, please
don't." He put up little defense and allowed Mr woods to restrain his
hands. Mr Clarke's cock was still hard and wet when he got to his knees.
He ran his hands firstly down Tom's bare sides before unsnapping the clip
then the zip on the shorts exposing the front of the white briefs. "Oh
Tony  the boy is wet, just look how wet the front of his underpants
are." He slipped the shorts down and as Tom raised each foot Jack pulled
the socks off with the shorts. "Nice feet as well boy,  you are making
two perverts very happy.

"Leave my underpants on please sir!" Tom again half pleaded. "He does
look really sexy in them Tony, especially with that wet patch in his
pouch, he looks really hard." "Yes I know" said Tony from above "his
body feels so nice and these little titties of his are just so bite
able." He pinched both nipples and ran his hands all over Tom's bare
upper body.

They left his underpants on him. Tony then took his cock out and waved it
in Tom's face. It was dripping with pre cum. "Go on boy take it, get
those lips running up and down and taste your pervert teachers juice."
He did just that. It was bigger than Jack's. Within a few seconds Tony
was so turned on he shoved his trousers and y fronts down. Tom started
gagging when Mr Clarke told Tony to take it easy and that they needed to
"break the boy in" slowly. Tom started licking Tony's hairy balls,
occasionally wiping the loose hairs from his lips with the back of his
hand, he alternated between the balls and head of the throbbing cock
finding the clear pre cum a little salty but nicer than he thought it
would taste. He found himself bending over moving his mouth in a steady
rhythm up and down Tony's hard shaft. When Tony guided him down to lick
his balls Tom held the cock in his fist to one side.

"Time to get these underpants off boy and get you naked." He felt Jack
start to pull his underpants down and reached down with his spare hand to
stop him only to have his hand pulled away and feel the underpants being
pulled down to his ankles leaving his hard cock to wave around in mid
air.

"Oh god Tony just look at that arse! Step out of those undies boy and
push that little bum out and up." Tom did as instructed. "The view from
up here is great too Jack, what a sexy little body he has." Tony's cock
pushed deeper into Tom's mouth when he leaned forward to put his hands on
the two soft globes of boy bum cheeks then drew his fingers all the way
up over each little ridge of vertebrae poking up out of the boys skin. He
did it several times before giving both bum cheeks a hard slap eliciting
a muffled shriek from Tom's full mouth.

"You are going to make a fine schoolboy slut" Jack said loudly "Yes,
with a little training and direction from us perverts, you are going to
be a nice boy slut.....is that what you want boy?" Jack punctuated the
question with another two slaps on the two already pink boy mounds.

Tom drew his lips up Tony's cock gasping from his exertions and the shock
of having his bare bum slapped. "Yes sir.......ooooooh! That's what I
want, I am certain I want to be a boy slut for you and Mr
Woods....ooooh!" With that he pushed his bum out and up to Jack. Tom's
head was now reeling from from all the new feelings running through him.
He was lusting after attention from his tormentors.

"Look Jack, the little slut wants you to give his bum some attention, I
think he wants you to finger his virgin boy pussy....You are a virgin
aren't you boy? Tom gasped a "yes" in reply to Tony. Tom whined when
Jack started caressing his bum cheeks, he thought he was going to cum
when a finger tip passed over his tight, virgin sphincter. "Go on Jack"
Tony encouraged, "get your pre cum on that finger and show the boy what
it feels like up inside him."

Jack began rubbing gently at the boys entrance, teasing him, knowing he
would be anticipating it going in his bum hole. Jack was able to reach a
box on the table to his side. He had put it there in preparation. "No
Tony, I have been waiting for this moment." Tom was told to stand up, he
did so and was pulled into Tony's body from behind where he could feel
the man's wet cock poking his bum. Tony was stroking every inch of his
bare front making the boy tremble with the nipple pinching, then moving
his fingers down over his flat stomach threatening to touch his hard,
leaking boy cock. Tony and Tom's eyes widened when Jack opened the box.
"Oh my word Jack, they are beautiful" "Been working on these for a
long time in the hope that one day I would get to use them." He said
picking up and replacing each work of art. In the box were four of the
most beautiful rosewood Phallus's, all highly polished with bulbous
heads. The smallest at five inches the longest eight inches. Each one an
inch longer than the next. In circumference they increased by one inch,
the smaller one being three inches up to the largest which was six inches
wide.

To Tom's horror Jack picked up the largest and looked from one mans face
to the others. "No please ..I..I have never put anything up my bum
pleeeease! "Oh dear boy, not today but maybe in a few weeks. I think
today we will just get you introduced to enjoying our man cum and giving
you the best orgasm that will make you want it more and more. Now get on
your knees and get to work on these cocks unless of course you would like
to try one of my nice toys."

"Come on bitch! Get licking our balls. Look up at us and get that tongue
right out while you wank our cocks." Tony grabbed Tom's hair to tilt his
head back. "That's a good boy.......oooooh that feels nice boy, you should
see your open mouth all pink and wet, covered in our hairs, lick them
into your mouth slut." A sharp yank on his hair made Tom respond and in
a couple of licks most of the hairs vanished into his mouth. "He's a
quick learner" said Jack trying to hold back from cumming. "Keep your
fucking mouth open boy and keep licking." He said as he and Tony began
wanking their throbbing cocks.

Jacks next statement sent Tony over the edge. "Just look at him down
there, a naked thirteen year old schoolboy on his knees about have his
mouth and throat filled with hot man cum." Both men grunted, their cocks
fired off rope after rope of hot cum "Keep that mouth open boy and get
licking it into that nice mouth, hairs and all" Jack hissed, now wiping
his hard pumping cock all over the boys nose and mouth.

"Tom was so light headed, the crude words he was hearing and being
directed at him made him lick and suck even harder. The huge amount of
warm slime in his mouth started to drip from his lips and down his chin.
"Oh no boy, don't waste it, that all needs to go down your throat."
Jack looked down directly into the naked boys eyes, smiled and then
pinched his nose to make him gulp. All of that cum was now going where it
will always go in future, with some training.

Tom looked exhausted. Still on his knees, still naked with cum and saliva
on his chin, hairs all but gone from around his mouth. His cock stood out
from between his thighs, still hard, its nice foreskin still stripped
back. Jack announced that that was enough for today. Then they both used
Tom's white underpants to wipe away the residual cum and saliva from
their cocks and balls before telling him to stand up and put his
underpants on.

He felt dejected as he drew his cum coated underpants up his legs. It
felt like snails were crawling up them leaving wet streaks on him. He was
still hard and hot from the assault on his mouth. His small, wet
underpants now encased his cock and balls. The wet feeling on his skin
making him even more desperate to finish himself off.

Suddenly he felt his hair being yanked, tilting his head back. His
slender, hot young body was now sandwiched between the two teachers.
Their rough clothes rubbed and scratched at his excited and sensitive
skin. Once again he found his mouth invaded by Tony's large tongue with
two pairs of hands all over him, caressing him, fingers pinching and
tugging his hard nipples. Jack licked and nipped one of Tom's ear lobes
from behind while he kneaded and gently slapped his boy arse. He
whispered in Tom's ear. "You are one sexy little boy cunt Tom, what a
hot little body you have." The words made Tom even more turned on and
desperate to cum. He turned from Tony and offered his open mouth to Jack
who instantly inserted his tongue into it making Tom moan.

Both men stepped back from him. Tom could see their cocks were throbbing
again. "Time for your reward boy" Said Tony. Jack took Tom's hands and
placed them behind his head telling him to keep them there. He stood
still, his hands gripped firmly behind his head stretching his already
slender body upwards making his torso tighter and his ribs to protrude.
The erotic sight had both men start masturbating and with their spare
hands run their finger tips all over the near naked boy.

It must have been less than a minute when both men started moaning. Tom
could feel the front and back of his underpants being pulled open. He
first felt the warm man cum coating his bum cheeks as Jack came violently
all over them. Then the warm splats on his lower belly and his own hard
cock as Tony pumped large globs of man cum over them while soaking the
pouch even more.

The waistband of his underpants snapped back around his slender waist.
The teachers wiped the residue from their cocks on the front and back of
the wet, cum soaked pants. "Keep those hands behind your head boy."
Tony warned him. Tom only nodded his head. Once again Tony kissed the boy
and delighted in the muffled moan when he started rubbing the wet pouch,
gently squeezing and kneading the boy sized hard cock and full balls
through the wet material. Tom fought back the lust running through him by
trying to bite his assailants lips, Trying to force his own tongue into
the man size mouth. Tony 's fingers were now gripping Tom's cock through
the wet material dragging the foreskin back and forth slowly, teasingly.

Tom tried to let out a scream, only to find it muffled again by Tony's
mouth. Jack had picked up a strip of thin plywood and began to very
gently slap the back of the wet underpants. "Keep those hands up son,
you are going to like this" Jack whispered. As he tap tap tapped the
boys small bum he drew the material right into the bum crack to expose
both cheeks. The gentle slap slap of wood against bare flesh and boyish
moans filled the room.

The guttural, tell tale sounds of the boys imminent and intense orgasm
developed. Jack gripped Tom's hands to keep them raised. Tony pressed his
mouth fully over Tom's mouth to silence him. Jack continued the slapping
with the plywood strip. It was like electricity shooting through Tom's
young fired up body. Tony had gripped the hard boy cock through the
material and began wanking it without mercy.

Tony removed his mouth from Tom's allowing him to breathe. "There there,
feel that boy, you want to cum now don't you, come on cum for me, empty
those full balls for us, you are our little boy cunt now, our boy, our
play thing. Feel that roughness on your nice dicky. Let it out now, go on
scream."

Tom gasped, every inch of his naked, stretched body pulsed as it fought
for oxygen to his spent lungs . Jack was not letting him drop his hands.
Tom had started cumming so hard inside his underpants. The material was
scraping his tender cock each time Tony had stripped back the foreskin.
Tony intentionally trapped the material painfully under the foreskin on
the upward strokes to heighten the boys orgasm, it was becoming too much.
Being wanked and having his balls kneaded at the same time as being
restricted from protecting himself had been one of his wank fantasies, he
started sobbing, the initial scream had emptied his lungs. Helpless under
the control of his two tormentors his screaming and sobbing subsided. He
tried to wriggle away from their grasp begging for Tony to stop. "Just
one more minute, be a strong boy, you have to be strong. This is just the
beginning."

Tom had no strength left, his hands dropped to his sides, he did not care
that Jack was still gently slapping his bared bum cheeks. He hugged Tony
like a boy would his father., he was afraid his knees were going to give
way. Tony continued to run his hands up and down the boys sweat coated
body to soothe him. Jack stopped the slapping.

After just five minutes rest. Tom moved back from the two men while
looking down at their erect cocks. He thumbed his underpants down letting
them drop to his feet. He was hard again, hard and wet. To Tony and
Jack's surprise Tom knelt in front of them and took both the wet cocks
dripping with cum. He gave each one a quick tongue bath to coat his lips
with the man juices. Then, looking up with glazed, tear filled eyes he
said. "I want to be your little boy cunt, I will be a good boy for you
and do whatever you want me to do to make me a boy slut." With that he
devoured each cock in turn until he was fed two more loads of man juices.

Over the following weeks. Tom learned a lot from the pervert teachers.
The wood store started to get used more than just the once a week. His
lunchtimes were taken up with one or both of the teachers. When the first
phallus was inserted inside him by Jack it had been a little painful. The
water based lube soon had him practicing at every opportunity. Jack
allowed him to take each one home with him knowing that the eager to
please boy would soon be ready for the real thing. It took just ten days
before Tom progressed to the seven inch toy.

At that point Tom expressed his desire to be fucked. He craved real cock
and told his teachers he was ready. Now under their control he was made
to get to his hands and knees, totally naked and beg his two teachers to
fuck his boy cunt. They granted him his wish but only if he agreed not to
cum for five whole days before hand and then after they had both fucked
him he was to impale himself on the largest eight inch wooden cock while
filled with their fresh cum and fuck himself to orgasm.

A quiet word with the school caretaker got them access to the boiler room
in the bowels of the school on a Saturday afternoon. The pro visor being
that the caretaker got to watch the whole procedure and be allowed to cum
right down Tom's throat after he had been fucked by the teachers and
while he fucked himself on the big wooden phallus. Tom was so desperate
to be fucked properly that he would agree to anything and would have
given his soul to the devil.

Two weeks after Tom had given himself over to the three perverts and
several more sessions with Jack and Tony he had just arrived at school.

It was a Monday morning. Tom arrived at the school gate. The school
holidays began on Friday, six whole weeks of sex and fun with his pervert
teachers or, so he thought

About to turn and walk into school an arm encircled Tom's shoulders
giving him several short, jerky hugs. Tom looked up in surprise at Harry
Trent. "Mr Clarke and Mr Woods are going away for the first three weeks
of the holidays," He said looking down at Tom's concerned and
disappointed expression. "But don't look so disappointed boy, they have
asked me to look after you while they are away, so your cunt is mine."
Tom kept looking up at the caretaker. Fear went through his young body as
he envisaged the mans huge, fat cock that had once been forced without
mercy down his throat while spewing its warm cum into him as he
impaled himself on the big wooden phallus.. "Oh yes, you are going to be
my boy slut for three whole weeks and. I already have some friends who
are a very interested in you."

Tom then heard himself saying "Yes sir, thank you Mr Trent sir." Tom
felt his balls contract and his hard cock pulse.

Harry Trent handed Tom a small drawstring bag made of sack cloth. "I
want you in the boiler room on Saturday morning at nine thirty sharp, you
will be completely naked. You will fold your clothes in a neat pile with
your little underpants spread open and inside out on top of the pile, the
pouch had better be nice and wet with your pre cum to show me how excited
and pleased you are to be there. You will be down on your knees
with them spread wide for me so that I can see your cock and balls, your
hands will be clasped behind your head.......Do you understand?"

"Yes sir" Tom replied. Trent continued looking at the boy with a
salacious look on his face. "When I arrive that nice cock of yours will
be as hard as steel and better be dripping pre cum from your full balls,
no cumming from now until then, I also know that you have Jack's big
dildo, the eight inch one." "Yes sir!" Tom said obediently. "Good,
because you will have it inside your boy cunt, fully inside" he paused
for a moment then, "Understand this, boy cunt, you are going into
training to become the boy bitch you crave to be. Don't you want to see
your present?" Harry Trent indicated to the small sack in Tom's hand,
then turned and walked toward the school.

Tom dropped his school bag to the ground. With both hands he pulled the
sack open. His whole body trembled involuntarily. Reaching into the sack
he took out a piece of paper, a note. `Ensure you are wearing these' His
fingers trembled as he examined the wide, heavily studded, black leather
collar and four similar wrist and ankle cuffs. all had been bound
together with a short chain linked leash, the kind that dog trainers use
to keep a dog at heel.

The school is due to close on Friday for the six weeks summer holidays.
Who needs heating in the summer? The boiler room certainly was not going
to be closed for three weeks. It would be open every day, including the
weekends when Frank would entertain his friends with help from Tom.



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