by Pink Panther
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Chapter Three
The
following morning, Mr Price strode into the dorm next to his room with an extra
spring in his step. He found Christopher Bennett getting ready to go to
breakfast.
"Bennett!"
he barked. "As your basic skills are still so weak, I've decided to do some
extra work with you to see if we can't get them closer to an acceptable
standard. At half past eight this evening, as soon as you're ready for bed, you
are to put on your dressing gown and come to my room. Knock on the door and
walk in. Do you understand?"
"Yes,
sir," Christopher acknowledged meekly.
"Good!
And don't you dare forget!"
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o 0 o 0 o 0
That
evening, just before eight-thirty, Christopher put on his dressing gown over
his pyjamas and headed the short distance along the corridor to Mr Price's
room. Not knowing what to expect, he was very apprehensive. As instructed, he
knocked on the door and nervously made his way inside. He found Mr Price
sitting at his desk.
"Come
and sit here!" the man ordered, indicating the chair next to his own.
As
soon as Christopher was seated, they began to work on his reading skills,
focusing on words ending in `ough', and the different
ways that they were pronounced. After almost twenty minutes, Mr Price called a
halt.
"That'll
be enough for this evening," he snapped brusquely. "Now stand up and take your
dressing gown off!"
Completely
taken aback, Christopher did as he was told, standing nervously in front of the
school's deputy head, not having any idea what was about to occur. Worse
quickly followed. Almost before he knew what was happening, the man divested
him of his pyjamas, leaving him dressed only in his regulation white briefs.
Licking
his lips, Mr Price admired his prize. He had picked well, he told himself.
Physically, the boy was everything he was looking for. Reaching out, he quickly
skinned Bennett's underpants down his legs.
"Now
step out of them!" he barked.
Kicking
them off, Christopher was horrified, so frightened, he couldn't even speak. Although
he still didn't know what Mr Price intended to do, he knew it was going to be
bad.
"Kneel
down!" the man ordered.
Far
too scared to object, Christopher got down onto the floor. Immediately, Mr
Price stood up. Opening his flies, he pulled out his thick, 18cm cock. It was
already fully erect.
"Suck
it!" he demanded.
Christopher
hesitated. He'd heard about cock-sucking during the casual sex-talk that some
of the other boys engaged in. At the time, it hadn't seemed real. He'd certainly
never envisaged doing it, especially not with a man in his late forties.
"I
told you to suck it!" the man growled. "And watch your teeth!"
Seeing
no alternative, Christopher took the hard, swollen object into his mouth and
nervously sucked it. Mr Price allowed himself a smile, gently stroking the
ten-year old's hair. He wasn't concerned that the boy couldn't get down very
far. After all, he wasn't intending to cum in the lad's mouth. The important
thing was that he'd obtained compliance.
"Okay,"
he said quietly. "You can stop now."
As
soon as Christopher pulled away, Mr Price went across to the bed, placed the
pillow right in the middle and covered it with a towel.
"Get
onto the bed and lie face-down!" he snapped.
Having
got into the routine of doing whatever Mr Price asked of him, and still unaware
of the man's intentions, Christopher once again followed his instructions,
lying face-down on the bed with the pillow under his hips.
After
taking a tube of K-Y from his desk, Mr Price climbed on behind. Pulling the
ten-year old's legs apart, he roughly worked some of the slimy gel into the
youngster's bum-hole.
"Ohhh, sir!" Christopher protested, the sudden, violent
intrusion almost taking his breath away.
"Just
keep quiet!" Mr Price retorted.
After smearing K-Y over his already glistening
penis, the man lowered himself into position, guiding his cock onto the
ten-year old's anal ring. Finally realising what the man was trying to do,
Christopher instinctively resisted, clenching his boy-hole to make it as tight
as he could.
After
a few seconds, the man's penis pulled away. However, the encounter was far from
over. A moment later, the man pulled him up onto all fours.
"Just
relax!" he snarled, administering several hard smacks to the boy's buttocks.
"You're just making this harder than it needs to be!"
Pushing
the boy back down, Mr Price resumed his previous position, his cockhead pushing
even harder against the youngster's rear entrance. After a couple of seconds, the
boy's sphincter muscle finally relented.
"Yeowww!" Christopher screamed, the excruciating pain by far
the worst he'd ever experienced.
Picking
up the boy's discarded underpants, Mr Price unceremoniously stuffed them into his
victim's mouth. Settling back into position, the man continued to push down,
remorselessly reaming Christopher's virgin tunnel. Within a few seconds the boy
was fully impaled, the man's pubic hair squished up tight against the
youngster's bottom.
Mr
Price paused, savouring the tight little sheath that was gripping his cock. He
was elated and triumphant. For him, there was no better feeling than taking a
preteen boy's cherry, and this one ranked as one of the best he'd ever had. It
was now time to finish the job. He slowly pulled back until only his cockhead
remained inside.
Christopher
hoped that this would be the end of it, but once more, he was disappointed. A
moment later, the man's penis thrust right in again, and within a few seconds,
he was being relentlessly fucked.
He
sobbed silently but uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face. It was all
so unfair! It wasn't his fault that he struggled with reading and writing, or
that he was useless at the games the other boys considered to be so important.
He hadn't even asked to come to this horrible place! He'd done nothing
to make Mr Price treat him like this!
But
there was no way out. He couldn't possibly tell anyone. Not only would it be
way too embarrassing, nobody would believe him. In this place, he and other
boys like him were at the bottom of the pecking order, and he knew it. Nobody
would take any notice of anything he said.
Christopher
continued to cry, but it wasn't just the pain. Having Mr Price's penis forced
up his bum felt disgusting! And to make things even worse, he was scared out of
his wits, unable to imagine when or how this nightmare was going to end.
Lying
right on top of him, Mr Price fucked the slightly-built ten-year old even more savagely
than his two older victims. With the interaction between his penis and Bennett's
wonderfully tight sex-tunnel taking him to the pinnacle of sexual pleasure, the
boy's reaction to being so brutally sodomised was giving him a thrill that was
almost unprecedented. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so totally
in command.
Suddenly
he was there, his orgasm as powerful as any he could remember. As he ejaculated
deep inside the unfortunate boy's bottom, he continued to thrust. As a result,
while his penis was still spurting, some of his spunk was forced out of the
youngster's anus. Having flooded the boy's crack, it trickled down his perineum
and over his cute little balls before dripping onto the towel.
Finally,
it was over. After pausing for a few seconds, Mr Price carefully withdrew,
still buzzing with elation. Everything had gone perfectly, and best of all,
he'd finished it in style! Lifting Christopher off the bed, he marched him into
the bathroom.
"Squat
down over the toilet," he instructed. "Don't sit; just squat."
Seeing
no reason not to, Christopher did as the man said. He already felt like shit;
this couldn't make it any worse.
For
his part, Mr Price watched intently, licking his lips as his semen came rushing
out into the toilet bowl. Taking a damp face-cloth, he quickly cleaned the boy
up before towelling him dry. The skin to either side of the boy's anus was
chafed bright red. Mr Price realised that if the boy was medically examined, it
would be clear that he'd been penetrated. But he wasn't worried; he knew it
wouldn't happen.
"You
can get dressed now," he said coldly.
With
his bottom still feeling like it was on fire, Christopher gingerly put on his
underpants, pyjamas and dressing gown. He felt used and dirty; dirty in a way
that meant he'd never be clean again.
"We'll
have another session at the same time on Friday," Mr Price told him. "Don't
forget, because I won't! Right! Off you go!"
Christopher
gingerly made his way back to his dorm, taking very small steps to avoid making
the burning sensation even worse. The room was in darkness. Not detecting any
sound or movement from any of other boys, he got into bed and quietly cried
himself to sleep.
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o 0 o 0 o 0
When
Marcus found out the identity of the latest boy that his deputy had summoned
for `extra tuition', he was alarmed. He'd had no problem with Mr Price's two
previous recruits. Anthony Lockwood was one of the dullest boys he'd ever
encountered. In Marcus's estimation, even if you started World War Three right
next to the lad, he was unlikely to react. He had even less sympathy for Simon
Rowe. The boy's irresponsible, neglectful parents deserved all the trouble the
boy would undoubtedly cause them. They sent him to boarding school to palm him
off onto someone else. They obviously didn't care about him.
Christopher
Bennett was a very different matter. Almost scared of his own shadow, he quite
often burst into tears of frustration when unable to do something that had been
asked of him. How would a boy like that cope with the treatment that Mr Price
would give him?
However,
Marcus was reluctant to intervene. For a start, he had a prickly relationship
with Ted Price, who was twelve years his senior. Mr Price had applied for the
Headship when Marcus was appointed. The trustees hadn't appointed Mr Price,
first because the parents' representatives found him aloof and dismissive, but
more importantly because he wanted to take the school back to a bygone age,
with lots more formal discipline. This was not what the trustees were looking
for.
Although
Marcus didn't consider himself to be a candidate for sainthood, he disliked the
way in which Mr Price operated, selecting and raping some of the most
vulnerable boys in the school. He could never treat a boy like that!
But
there wasn't much he could do. In addition to Mr Price knowing as much about
his activities as he knew about Mr Price's, overall, the man did an excellent
job. A highly effective teacher of modern languages, he was also very good at
dealing with the malcontents and would-be miscreants, effectively preventing
them from disrupting the other boys' education. The school would not want to
lose his services.
So,
for the moment he would keep an eye on Christopher Bennett. If he observed the
boy showing obvious signs of distress, he'd step in. If he didn't, he'd
continue his usual practice of looking the other way.
Marcus
also had another matter that was concerning him. Since their return to school,
neither of his two assignations with Matthew Wainwright had gone the way he'd
hoped. Although Matthew had gone along with what Marcus had asked of him, the
boy had seemed rather uneasy.
Deciding
that he'd need to work on it, over the following two weeks, Mr Johnstone
praised and encouraged Matthew even more than usual, and gave him extra help in
a couple of subjects where he was having problems.
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A
few days before the October half-term, Marcus received a letter from the
director of a youth orchestra that would be performing at a concert in early
December at London's Wigmore Hall. He was asking that Matthew be allowed to
take part. As well as the concert itself, which was on a Saturday afternoon,
Matthew would be required for two days beforehand in order to rehearse.
When
Matthew arrived at his room after supper, Marcus showed him the letter.
"I
assume you knew about this?" he asked, smiling.
"Yes,
sir. Mr Wheeldon said he'd write to you."
"And
do you want to do it?"
"Oh,
yes sir!" Matthew responded, barely able to contain his enthusiasm.
"Then
I'd better write to Mr Wheeldon and tell him you have my permission." Marcus
paused for a moment. "Of course, you realise you'll have work to catch up on
when you get back?"
"Yes,
sir. I promise I'll do it straightaway!"
"Well,
if you need any help, just ask!"
"Thanks
sir!" Matthew said, smiling appreciatively. "You're the best!"
Keen
to strike while the iron was hot, Marcus guided the boy across to his bed. In
less than a minute, they were both naked. As they lay together, Marcus ran his
hand down the youngster's back and over his bottom.
"Just
do what feels good," he whispered. "If it feels good to you, relax and make the
most of it. And stop worrying!"
It
made sense. With his thirteenth birthday just two weeks away, Matthew was
becoming hornier by the day.
"Yes,
sir!" he agreed.
With
Matthew now totally in the mood, over the next fifteen minutes they enjoyed
their most stimulating foreplay ever, with Matthew sucking his headmaster's
cock without even being asked to do so. Eventually, he found himself on
all-fours, enabling Mr Johnstone to lick him out and finger his bum-hole.
Almost
before he knew it, the man was giving him a quite indescribable fuck. Within a
couple of minutes, Matthew was right on the edge. However, being unable to
touch his cock, he couldn't quite get there.
"Please
sir!" he begged. "Play with my dick!"
"Just
be patient," Mr Johnstone responded. "I've got plans for that!"
Barely
half a minute later, Matthew heard the headmaster moaning and growling, and
just a few seconds after that, he felt the man's warm, creamy spunk flooding
into his bum.
Then
it was over, and following a short pause, the man carefully withdrew. For a
moment, Matthew was frustrated. Although his arse was full of the headmaster's
semen, he hadn't cum!
"Now
get up onto your knees and turn around!" the headmaster said calmly, moving
back to kneel on the floor.
As
Matthew turned to face the opposite way, Mr Johnstone plunged down on him,
holding the boy around the hips and hungrily sucking his penis. With Matthew already
being very close, it was over in seconds, little jets of tangy boy-juice squirting
across the man's tongue and down his throat.
Matthew
was elated. Shooting his spunk into the headmaster's mouth right after the man
had fucked him had been his most intense experience yet. Mr Johnstone had been
right, he concluded. He needed to stop worrying and just go with it.