Date: Wed, 1 Mar 2017 15:26:29 +0000
From: Barney Bumpkin <barneybumpkin@gmail.com>
Subject: Teacher Training - A tale of control and humiliation Chapter 34-35

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34.  Atonement

While David and Neville sat Alim down on the ground and set about massaging
his wrists and arms to get the blood flowing through them again, Sharif
extracted the baby wipes and towel from the bag so the pair could clean up
his battered body. Then he stood back with the lad's clothes in his hands
until they were ready to put them on.

He knew he had overstepped the mark by handing him over to the leather guy
to do with as he liked and was now regretting he'd done it.

Once he was dressed, Sharif carried the bag while David and Neville
sandwiched Alim between them and helped him gradually regain the use of his
limbs, as they slowly made their way out of the park and back to Chalfont
Road.

Back at the flat, the pair gave a shell-shocked Alim a bath, while Sharif
busied himself in the kitchen making them coffees.

"He's in a bad way!" David reported back as they sipped their drinks after
leaving Alim alone to soak. "He's not said a word either. Seems to be in
shock!"

"He's got bruises and welt marks absolutely everywhere!" added
Neville."Whatever, he's done to you, I'm not sure he deserved this!"

"You have no idea!"Sharif remonstrated, forgetting about the tale he'd spun
Neville earlier,

"Alim's done far worse things to both of us. Him and his mates bullied me
for years!"

"This can't go on any longer, Sharif!" David sighed.

"We've got our own back and taken our revenge. We've got every penny back
that he owes us and more besides! Now it's time to forgive and forget!"

"I know Alim made you suffer for much longer than he did me - but I think
it's time to call it a day, say we're even now and let him go."

"Okay," replied Sharif sullenly, "You don't need to say another word. I
agree with you. I pushed things too far tonight."

Rather than have Alim sleep on the sofa as usual, after drying him off and
dosing him up with paracetamol to dull the pain, David put him into their
own bed and turned off the light, opting to leave discussing the future
with him until the following morning.

Having no bed to go to, and still feeling horny from what they had
witnessed in the cruising ground, Sharif suggested their guest stay on for
a game of blackjack, clearly with a view to getting the lad's clothes off
again and enjoying another threesome.

Guessing what Sharif had in mind, Neville coyly agreed to stay and his
hosts broke open some beers.

Needless to say, the card game eventually resulted in all of them losing
their clothes and the three of them making out on the living room floor!

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The following day, it was Alim who was the first to stir. Wondering where
his masters were, he borrowed David's dressing gown and put his head round
the lounge door. There he discovered the trio fast asleep in a makeshift
bed on the carpet.

He left them there and went into the kitchen where he cleared away the
empty beer cans and washed the dirty coffee cups before making himself some
breakfast. Then, while he waited for them to wake, he examined the marks
covering his body and speculated on how long it would take them to heal.

When David appeared in his underwear, feeling fragile from a hangover, Alim
grinned and offered to make him tea as usual as he sat down at the kitchen
table with his head in his hands.

Realising that the previous night had been a game changer, as the kettle
boiled they both blurted out almost simultaneously, "We need to talk!"

It was strange talking civilly with the lad he had both worshipped and
hated in almost equal measure, outside the strictures of the sex play that
had formed the basis of all their dealings for the last four months.

With the tension of either pleasing him or controlling him now absent from
their interactions, suddenly David felt more relaxed - the lad was both
charming and intelligent, after all, and very easy to talk to. But he
couldn't help mourning the loss of the heightened sexual excitement that
had always permeated their relationship to date.

"Ravi convinced me I should never impose something on another guy that I
wasn't prepared to experience myself," he explained, when David started to
apologise for what they had put him through the night before, "So forget
about it!"

"He said I could only get good at domination if I knew what it felt like to
be on the receiving end - which was why he insisted I stay with you."

"We made a deal that if I returned everything I'd taken from you, gave you
the cash you'd earned me and could stick being your slave for three weeks,
then he'd take me on at his company as his apprentice while I do my
studies!"

"He seems to think I've got natural business acumen... and could become a
high-flier - given the right guidance!"

"Which, I'm pretty sure, means he intends to fuck me as well!" he added
with a chuckle.

"So no hard feelings? I know I was an absolute bastard, especially to
Sharif..."

"No, don't worry, Sharif agrees with me," David assured him, "We've taken
our revenge, and more besides. Now it's time for us to let you move on and
for us to get on with our lives!"

"We're even then?"

"Yes," David assured him, "You'll be getting an excellent report to Ravi
from us!"

"You and Shar came up with some really inventive stuff, I must say!" Alim
chuckled, shaking his head, "And I have to admit that I started to get off
on some of it!"

"Stripping me naked in John Lewis and that wild gay club..." he reminisced,
"I'll never forget him making me fetch a ball in the park like I were a
dog!"

When their conversation eventually stalled, David spotted a familiar look
come into the Indian lad's eyes, which made him begin to get hard.

"Take off your pants, get down on your knees and start sucking my dick!" he
demanded, parting his bathrobe to reveal that his own cock was already
fully erect.

Without so much as a murmur, the teacher immediately complied.

"Oh, no!" cried out Sharif, rubbing his eyes in disbelief as he staggered
into the kitchen five minutes later, and discovered the teacher splayed
over the table moaning contentedly while Alim repeatedly sank his slender
brown dick between the cheeks of his pristine white arse.

"Don't tell me you're going to let him fuck you over again!"


35.  The New Term


It was lunch break, just after the start of the new term, and David was
back on playground duty. A fresh intake had arrived all looking incredibly
young and smartly dressed making the rest of the kids feel older and eager
to throw their weight around as they moved up one rung of the hierarchy.

The beginning of the school year invariably threw up conflicts, as rival
groups fought for the territory vacated by their elders, so David was not
too surprised when a gaggle of youngsters yelled at him that there was a
fight going on in the boys' toilets and urged him to follow them there.

The teacher sped off in their wake to investigate, psyching himself up for
having to intervene.  But as he approached the building housing the
toilets, he was surprised to hear none of the usual commotion that
accompanied a fight. Maybe it was already over and the crowd had
dispersed. He certainly hoped so, as he could do with one less
confrontation in what had already been a hectic day.

He went inside nonetheless, noticing a couple of reprobates lurking
suspiciously outside the block, but opted not to question them until he had
found out what was going on inside. But the moment he pushed open the inner
door to enter, he received a shock.

It was as if someone had organised a surprise party for him! There were a
dozen or so lads of a variety of ages and ethnicities encircling the
entrance who had been waiting in silence for him to arrive. But as soon as
he entered, rather than breaking into a chorus of "Happy birthday to you,"
he found himself greeted by cat-calls, jeers and sniggers.

When he spotted the lanky figure of Fakir in the middle of them, with a big
grin on his face, his stomach turned over. Had he betrayed him after all
this time, despite the agreement they had made with his older brother? It
didn't take long for his suspicion to be confirmed.

"We know all about you, Mr Smith," voiced a tough-looking well built lad
standing at the youngster's side, "so don't you dare make a sound!"

Thrown into confusion about how to respond, David stood frozen to the spot
as the lads closed in around him. Although he recognised many of them, he
realised that would be no deterrent if Fakir had told them he was a
paedophile or had shown them the humiliating pictures they had taken of
him.

As he checked out the lad's faces, he realised he knew every one of
them. There was the youngster he had argued with in class that morning,
standing side by side with the two most disruptive members of his own tutor
group whose behaviour he had been battling to control for months with
little success. Beside them the rebels from his troublesome Year 11 class
who had made every Wednesday and Friday afternoon such a misery for him
last year...

"Strip!" the lad at Fakir's side demanded, as the catcalls died away and an
expectant hush fell over the crowd as they waited to see how the teacher
would react.

David gazed at Fakir with a pained expression on his face, in the forlorn
hope that he might intervene.

"The game's up Mr Smith - best do as you're told!" the Indian youngster
responded.

The teacher looked around at the expressions on the other lads' faces and
saw no sympathy there, just delight at seeing him stripped of his power
over them and excitement at the prospect of witnessing his total
humiliation.

"You heard him! Strip!" prompted one of the lads he knew had taken a
particular dislike to him, after he'd repeatedly put him in detention for
bullying the younger kids.

What choice did he have?

Resignedly, David started to take off his clothes, noticing half the lads
immediately hold up mobile phone cameras to take pictures of him, all
enthusiastic to record the unprecedented scene that was unfolding in front
of them.

Instinctively he bowed his head to hide his face, but doubted there would
be any way of keeping this under wraps afterwards.

Every item he took off was immediately snatched away from him by eager
hands - some were even torn apart as two lads fought for possession of
them!

Without any controlling presence, he thought it highly unlikely that
anything would ever be returned and he would be left stranded in the school
toilets without a stitch to wear. How would he explain that away to his
colleagues?

The two facts combined to convince David that today's performance would be
the grand finale of his short, but eventful, teaching career!

Despite the growing excitement of his audience, the noise level was
subdued. Unlike the mayhem of a fight between pupils, where the bystanders
would be urging on one or other of the participants, the lads' fears of the
possible repercussions of what they were doing kept their voices down to a
whisper.

Some of the lads were clearly shocked by the extent of the teacher's
submission as he obediently removed more and more of his clothing. However,
once David's naked body was fully revealed, the more belligerent amongst
them could contain their excitement no longer and let out whoops of delight
at what they beheld!

The lads were confronted by a sight had never come across before - a naked,
pale-skinned, twenty-odd year old male without a single hair on his
body. Standing out from his hairless chest, were a pair of protruding
nipples, swollen and red from constant abuse, with metal rings threaded
through them.

In the space where his pubes should have been, the word "SLAVE" was
inscribed.  On his left shoulder, a heart was tattooed with "Sharif"
written across it and his arse was flushed permanently pink as a result of
the regular spankings he received.

"Mr Smith's not only queer, he's kinky as well!" one of the more worldly
lads called out with a chuckle.

Taken aback by what they'd discovered, at first the lads kept their
distance, and stared at David in fascination, some of them clearly
struggling to make sense of what they saw.

While the less sexually clued-up ones stood back in awe, the cameramen
amongst them yelled out a welter of contradictory instructions designed to
improve the raunchiness of their pictures:

"Put your hands in the air...  "On your head..."  "Bend over..."  "Show us
your hole..."

The lads giggled uncontrollably as the red-faced teacher squirmed and
reluctantly complied with their demands, while his thoughts returned to the
occasion in his early days at the school when Fakir and his two older
companions had done exactly the same to him.

Needless to say, to add further to his embarrassment, David's cock began to
rise!

Then, to the teacher's surprise, a new ruckus erupted beside him, as a
couple of the bigger lads caught hold of Fakir by the arms and, with the
aid of two of their companions, set about stripping him of his clothes as
well!

The lad's pristine uniform was wrenched from him by no less than four sets
of hands and whisked away within seconds, leaving the Indian youngster and
the white teacher standing side by side both totally naked.

Sharif had made a miscalculation. By recruiting David's enemies into his
plan to humiliate him, regardless of their sexual inclinations and ethnic
allegiances, he had not only revealed the teacher's sexuality to them, but
that of himself and his brother too.

The lads were now revealing their true feelings toward him.

Once they had both of them stripped bare, their audience goaded them into
having sex with each other while they watched and continued to take
pictures. But the snaps they were really after, were those that they knew
would be of the most value in blackmailing the teacher afterwards. Those of
him playing the active role!

So the lanky teenager soon found himself forced onto his knees and being
made to take David's cock into his mouth for the first time in their long
history.

The teacher could not prevent himself from becoming even further aroused at
being presented with the opportunity to avenge himself on the youngster,
given the humiliations he had imposed on him in the past.

Although facially, not as handsome as his older brother, Fakir's body had
matured greatly since his last encounter with him. His slender limbs and
genitals were now coated with black hair, though his narrow torso remained
bare and his nipples tiny. His firm flesh was delightfully soft to touch
and his arse shapely as a dusky peach.

 "Now fuck him!" his mates urged, once they saw the teacher's cock was
fully erect, eager to record him fucking one of his pupils on school
premises.

David recalled the last time they had met, the youngster had not only made
him suck his cock, lick his balls and arse and swallow his cum, but also
stranded him naked on his own doorstep, soaked in his piss!

With this in his mind, he had no problem doing precisely what the jubilant
lads surrounding him, with their cameras poised, wanted him to do.

With their assistance, he turned Fakir around, laid claim to his perfect
little arse and parted his taut cheeks to catch a glimpse of his hole. He
hastily gobbed on his cock and, egged on by the jubilant lads, slid his
shaft all the way into the lad's upturned backside with a vengeance.

The lad's cries, followed by a cacophony of whimpers echoed around the
room, as his tight little hole was penetrated for the first time, by the
teacher whose subjugation he had make possible.

But all Fakir's wails succeeded in doing was prompting one of the bigger
lads to muzzle his protests, by stepping forward and inserting his
oversized dick into his mouth.

The crowd were unable to contain their excitement as they witnessed Fakir
being fucked simultaneously at both ends of his slender brown body. The
pictures of his humiliation would undoubtedly prove handy in future to keep
the notorious bully's ambitions in check.

As David rapidly approached orgasm, he began to moan with pleasure, only
for his younger companion to overtake him and add his own ecstatic cries to
the triumphal chorus as he ejaculated into Fakir's mouth.

Witnessing the youngster panic and struggle to avoid swallowing the lad's
semen, the teacher instantly shot his load, and experienced one of the most
satisfying climaxes of his life, as his unrepentant adversary was finally
humbled!

After seeing their mate's pleasure, as he came in Fakir's mouth, the lads
in the crowd yet to experience a blow job were keen to take the opportunity
of finding out what it felt like (alongside those who had and were anxious
to repeat the experience).

Soon David and Fakir found themselves kneeling side by side as the lads
fought for the pleasure of either getting sucked off by them or fucking the
Indian lad or the teacher up the arse!

The excited lads came quickly, but there was no shortage of others to take
their place, as the two lookouts came inside to join in the fun, replaced
by those who had already shot their load.

The mayhem and the pair's ordeal continued until the bell rang out
repeatedly to indicate the start of afternoon school.

David awoke, coated in sweat and shut off his alarm.

It was just a bad dream he told himself, as he cradled Sharif in his arms
and rubbed his stiff cock up against his arse, deciding there was more than
enough time for some real fun before he set off for work that day!

After obtaining promotion and gaining the affection of colleagues and
pupils alike, it was high time he took the threat of blackmail away from
his detractors, the teacher decided, as he cycled to work.

Tomorrow he would wear the gay badge he had bought on the Gay Pride Parade
pinned on his lapel and to hell with the consequences!

THE END