Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2005 13:59:26 EST From: SANIBELBOYS@aol.com Subject: Sail Away Part 21 This story is (C)Copyright 2005, by TM. All World Wide Rights Reserved. This story may not be sold or made part of any collection without prior written permission. SAIL AWAY CHAPTER TWENTY- ONE I slept well this time. I didn't have any bad dreams nor did I wake during the night. I did however dream; dreams which I would rather not talk about. The sound of other slaves waking up around me is what stirred me from my rest. Most of them were either pissing in their toilets or sitting on them taking a dump. I sure as hell wasn't going to piss in my toilet ever again, and I really needed to go really bad. Behind the toilet was a plastic bucket, which I crawled over to and pushed underneath me. It took a minute or two for me to relax enough to piss in this position; but once I started, there was no stopping me. Ah, did that feel so good. I could even feel the piss as it passed over and around the two new bars running through the piss canal and felt it spray out the bottom hole of my Prince Albert. I felt good about pissing; at least I was the only one around here, other than Jordan who had such nice jewelry, and screw them other slaves if they were jealous of mine. The butt plug was still held firmly in place, which sort of surprised me; knowing that I normally fart while I'm sleeping, according to some of my friends that say I do anyway. It's kind of neat, that since I have my feet and hands all covered in leather mitts and such; that some things that I can't do have to be done by others. I guess not all new trainees have to wear them, but my new owner wants me too, I suppose to teach me some sort of lesson. The first minutes of my day are turning out to be pretty good. Nobody is yelling at me, none of the slaves are taunting me, and I feel very safe locked away from the others. Good, I thought, the cell block door is opening and the slaves are bring us breakfast. I crawled over to where I knew that I had to be and knelt, waiting for my bowl of food. The slaves finally got down to this end of the walkway and pushed my bowl of food through the slot. I ate it faster than a runaway freight train going down a Montana mountain. It was really good and I made sure that I licked the bowl clean, as well. I could have eaten a second bowl if they'd only given me one. I was almost to my water dick, when I heard my cell door open up; and the doctor stepping into my cell with a nice smile on his face. "I see you slept well 'boy', and that you are using your limbs to move about the room. Do you think that you can speak today? If so, try and say Sir, yes Sir." I took a big swallow and quietly said 'Sir, yes Sir'. "Excellent 'boy', good 'boy'. Now just remember that you do not speak unless told too. If you forget that part of your new life, each time will be painful and will only get worse until you remember all of your lessons. Now then, I suppose you know what lessons are scheduled for you today, and what test you'll have after your lessons. So I'm going to just take a quick look inside your mouth to check your tongue piercing and clean it for you. So open up and let me have a look." I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. I was amazed that I could even talk as good as I did with this thing punched through my tongue. The damn cleaning solution was still the same, and tasted just as bad today as it did yesterday and the day before. After cleaning my tongue the doctor pulled one of those miniature flashlights from his pocket and looked inside my mouth, with a "a ha, a ha, u ha, very good. You'll do just fine sucking dicks and cocks today. I think the Headmaster has around 23 of them for you to practice on, before you come to my exam room." When the slave came back to pick up my empty bowl, I hadn't the time to crawl over to the door, but I did manage to get out a polite 'thank you' with a smile; while the doctor was sitting in front of me cleaning my 'thing' jewelry. I then heard the distinctive sound of the Headmaster's footsteps, as his was so different than the others. His always had a slight clicking sound to them as if there were metal plates on the heels of his shoes. The doctor noticed my reaction and moved aside as I quickly made my way right up to the cell door. When he hadn't yet to arrive at my cell, I turned around, away from the door and spread my knees as far as possible, put my elbows and forearms on the floor and lowered my head until it, too, was touching the cool terrazzo floor. This left my butt way up in the air. The footsteps came to a stop directly behind me. "Ah, excellent!" beamed the Headmaster, "I'm pleased to see that your lessons went well. You have learned at least one new position already, Very commendable if I must say." I wasn't sure what he was really trying to say to me. After all, I'm here to learn and I intend to show everyone, including my dad, that I'm a good student. Besides, aren't slaves supposed to learn different positions for different settings. All I know is that the position I'm in right this moment is a sign to your master or owner that you are offering yourself to him; more precisely, if you're a sex slave then one asset that your body has for providing pleasure is your tunnel. I mean what's the big deal if a man likes to look at my butt and tunnel. The doctor told the Headmaster that I was cleared for today's lessons and testing; which brought a welcome sigh of relief from the Headmaster. "I guess we'd better get you started 'boy'; but first you need to get some exercises in and a little sun each day wouldn't hurt either." I heard some faint footsteps padding towards me; which turned out to belong to the new teacher. He leaned down and clamped a chain leash to my snout ring. I was then given another command and I instantly rose to my knees and hands. I was led out of my cell, and ended up outside in the fresh air. It felt cool and comfortable whisping over my naked body. The command to sit was given and I sat without thinking. On my knees with my butt resting on the heels of my feet; simple enough, I thought. The teacher released my leash and sauntered over to where a group of slaves were already hard at work, trimming the long hedgerow leading from the school all the way down the hill. From the way he was talking to them, I could only surmise that he was daunting his new authority over them. >From a rather limited view out of the corner of my left eye; I could see the ocean and the boat dock below. There was a small boat tied to the dock, with a large yacht anchored about six hundred feet out in the deep water. I was a nice looking vessel, not quite as nice as dad's but still nice. I soon was given the command to kneel, right there in the pathway; as several of the slaves came forth to use me as their personal piss receptacle. The next command for me was to 'heel', which I did quite efficiently. I once again followed the teacher was we continued down the path. We stopped after about a hundred yards. There I could see females working in the fields, picking all sorts of vegetables. All of them were naked, except for a few, who wore shorts just like the teachers do. They were all different ages, mostly in their late teens though. From where I was, I could not tell what nationality they were; due to them being all different in skin color. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if some of them had parents of different races. The contrast of their beautiful skin tones, their nakedness and their beauty was a pleasant change from me only being around males. But, I had learned that a male shouldn't get himself all in a tizzy over the opposite sex; so therefore I didn't even entertain the idea of having inappropriate sex with any of them. We ventured further down the path, until we turned and started off down nothing more than a dirt path, which had been well traveled. I wasn't sure how far we had gone, before stopping once again. There, my teacher let the chain leash fall to the ground; as he walked through some waist high grass. I couldn't see him or to whom he was talking to, but the conversation was kept short. After resuming our morning walk, we came to a cross road, of sorts, where I saw some of the same boys and men from yesterdays festivities. Some were walking away, empty handed, from the dock; while others were walking towards the dock, carrying what I could only imagine to be bales of marijuana. There was an endless parade of the males, going to and from; which seemed heighten my awareness of just how beautiful the form of naked males really is. We began to follow those who were heading away from the boat dock, until we came upon the 'prescribed' pathway; at which time, we left the procession of men and headed back towards the school house. It wasn't until we were halfway up the hill, that I took notice of just how magnificent the teacher's torso really seemed to define itself. I picked up my pace, just enough so that after a couple of minutes I was directly behind him. If he'd noticed the additional slack in the chain, he surely didn't let on. I was so close to him now, that I could smell the sweat on his body. It seemed rather disappointing, to me, that he was wearing shorts; as I wanted to see if I could detect the same manliness on him today, that I had swooned over yesterday with all the other males. I was beginning to feel the heat of the morning, as all of my iron cuffs and stainless steel body decorations were acting like magnets; attracting the sunshine. I was glad to get back inside; although I knew that more lessons awaited. I carelessly assumed that I'd be meeting up with Jordan and the young slave by now; but for whatever reason I was still on my own, as I was led into a small tiled room. It was basically an empty room, from what I could see. There were overhead shower nozzles, a big drain in the floor and two rubber things on the wall. Well, those rubber things were enema nozzles; which I was quickly introduced too. My young teacher was none to gentle when he removed my own butt plug and replaced it with one of the nozzles. The water flowed in a lot faster today, compared to the past. Over and over again I was flushed out; with everything just being to slowly work it's way toward the floor drain, which just so happened to be directly under my face. I was glad that none of it got onto my nice mitts and foot coverings; as more than likely both of us may just have gotten a good lesson with the Headmaster's prod. Once I'd been sufficiently cleaned out, my own plug was put back in; this time without the grease up my tunnel nor any grease on the plug. Needless to say, it hurt and I grunted my discomfort. After the teacher had finished with me, I was rinsed off from the overhead nozzles; not surprised by the fact that only cold water was used in the school. Once I'd rinsed clean of slime and sweat, I was commanded to move to the wall nearest the door; to wait while the teacher rinsed, cleaned and sanitized the tile floor. Next stop was the same room I was in the day before. I was hoping beyond hope that I'd be placed in that free floating leather rig again; but that wasn't to be the case either. My teacher simply commanded me into the stay position while he left and went seeking the Headmaster. It was kind of nice in a way; being left alone in the class room, now able to process the events of today and even time enough to re-visit the videos and lecture from last night. I wasn't scared to be in the room, but I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't nervous. Sounds penetrated the walls, as I knelt there with my eyes closed. People talking, some laughing, some crying and even an occasional yelp or scream from some form of classroom instruction taking place. I knew that today would be the day that I'd be learning to suck a cock. I figure that if I've already had a cock in my mouth; filling me with piss, that this wouldn't be any different. I almost thought that my inner being was wanting and desiring to have a cock in my face. I knew that I was changing fast; at least from where I was kneeling. Two weeks ago, none of these thoughts would have ever entered my mind; but now, it seems that this one on one, man on man sex thing isn't so bad after all. Hey, at least it was sex, sex for somebody; as I'd been without a good orgasm for a while now. I'm missing my usual two or three jerk offs a day, and that is probably my foremost complaint around here. The idea of seeing my dad was playing tricks with my thought process as well. Yes, wanted to see him and NO... keep him the hell away from me! The earliest I'd see him would be sometime this evening, so I would have a lot more time to deal with my 'anger management' towards my dad. The Headmaster came in, followed by the teacher and two slaves; who were wheeling in a rather ominous looking contraption. As the two men stepped aside, the metal frame looking thing was wheeled directly in front of my face and body. The teacher proceeded to approach me from behind, holding my head firm as the slaves pushed this thing right into and against my face. A wide stray was again used to hold my head up against this gizmo. I was glad that some of it, like the head piece was padded. With my head held firm, I must have looked funny; like well, maybe a person looking through the backside of a toilet seat, or like a man laying flat on a massage table with his head in that little foam hole. The teacher got right to work. He attached chains to my ball separators with the other end going all the way back to my ankle irons. He maneuvered my body around until my chest was flat up against the frame, which in turn tightened the two chains on my balls. Then the teacher pushed my knees further apart and strapped them to the frame as well, adding additional pain to my already tortured balls. I was about to say to myself that he must be all done, when he slipped something between my thighs. It wasn't long before I felt something pushing against my butt plug. Apparently, what had happened was that he'd put some sort of stand underneath me with the highest end of it pressing firmly against my plug. If I tried to relax even the smallest amount, the pressure on my butt plug would become unbearable; worse yet; the fucking thing could have pushed the plug completed up my virgin tunnel. That wouldn't be good at all, trust me. The last thing he did was to pull my wrists up behind me and attach them to the sides of my collar, using leather straps with clips on each end. Talk about painful, Jesus, that fucking smarts. If you looked at my trussed up body from the front, all you would see is my face, my nipples on either side of the frame and lastly you'd see my ringed and cinched 'thing', looking so pretty, yet helpless and useless. So now, all I needed were for the cocks to start working my mouth and throat muscles. There wasn't anything I could do now to prevent such an attack on my person; but if today was like yesterday, and all the men emitted their masculine scent then I wouldn't have to bad of a educational session, not this one any way. The doctor, who by now seemed to be most friendly towards me, came in. He gave a simple yet polite greeting to the Headmaster, omitting any acknowledgment of the new teacher. He set forth to check my bindings, assuring himself that no physical harm would come to me. Once again, he took his time to clean my body piercings, including my tongue. He then produced a small bottle of liquid from his pocket and some cotton balls; which after soaking the cotton he generously applied the solution to all of my rings; it didn't have a tale-tale taste to it like the other stuff does. By the time the solution dried, all of my skin where the solution had been rubbed in seemed to tingle, yet at the same time feel like it was numb. I didn't feel worried or concerned; as my trust in the doctor seemed to be escalating each time he was with me. When he was finished with my body, the doctor stood and went over to the Headmaster; where both men simply stood in silence, looking at me and the teacher. It wasn't any time, before a young slave entered and set a small table down just off to my side. On top of the table was a wooden box, about as big as a shoe box. He slave left the room, right after he knelt down in front of me and kissed my thing. How nice of him to feel the need show his concern for me by doing that, I thought. It was something along the lines of yesterday, when all the boys in town made it a point to kiss me, long and hard. At least the school was teaching everybody to respect and care about their fellow males. That 'was' something that no school in my life had even broached. After putting a small tiered step in front of me, the young teacher stood like a giant holding his now ridged dick in his hand, as if taunting or tempting me to open my mouth. What I didn't see was his other hand reaching into the wooden box. On each of my nipples, he placed a small steel ball; attached with a simple clip which made this part of his duties very simple and very easy. I instantly felt the weight of the balls, pulling not only my ring down but also it seemed to be pulling my tender nipples further out from my body. Thoughts of the steel balls disappeared, as the teachers cock brushed against my lips. I could only think of one thing to do first; close my eyes, putting my thoughts into my 'special place'. I opened my mouth and accepted his warm shaft. All I could think about was the video from yesterday, and all of the verbal instructions the two men had given the poor slave as he was forced to accept all of the dicks. I did my best to emulate the slave on the video. I found it difficult at first to allow myself to be face fucked, unable to move my head in retreat. It quickly became a mixture of learning and accepting; combined with ever so masculine scent of the male body. All of the physical needs were done by the teacher; as he slowly began to withdraw his dick and slowly slide it back in. At least for now, when his dick touched my tongue piercing he stopped all of his forward progress. I knew that his dick was a little longer and began wondering if he was ever going to plant his fuckpole completely in my mouth. The several times where he'd simply stopped moving his hips, I took full advantage and used the tip of my tongue to massage the pulsing shaft. I must have been doing that right at least, as the teacher moaned as if giving me his approval. Everything, just about, seemed like yesterday and I couldn't help to think just how nice I was being to all of these dicks and cocks. I could have just as easily bitten one in half, had I no fear of reprisal. Once the pelvic thrusts started again, they seemed to not be as slow; and the teacher had even placed his two hands behind my securely bound head. When the teacher's dick rolled over my tongue piercing, it took me by surprise and my sole reflex was to back away; which of course I couldn't, and that one simple 'attempt' to retreat caused my butt plug to feel enormous pressure from whatever they'd placed behind it. Needless to say, my reaction was two fold; first to squeeze my cheeks together and second to tighten my muscles bringing me back to where they had positioned me in the first place. It wasn't much of a movement, very minor actually; but just that small amount caused me a great deal of discomfort. It was only a matter of seconds between my reaction, and the feeling of warmth flooding the back of my tongue. I never knew that the tongue had so many taste buds way back there, as I now knew that this was my very first taste of sperm. Feeling it pulse from the teacher's dick, tasting it as if it were a fine wine; made me feel good about myself. I never thought I'd succumb to such a thing, but obviously I had; and strange as it sounds, coming from me of all people, it didn't seem vile, nasty, degrading or immoral. If all the dicks and cocks I'd suck today were as easy as this, then it would truly be a good day; one for which I, and I alone, would know made me feel even closer to Jordan but especially Alan. I heard, 'good job', 'great start', 'way to go' and a few other remarks being made from the doctor and the Headmaster; but I wasn't sure if they were directed towards me or the teacher. As the teacher stepped off the small platform, he reached into the box and retrieved one more steel ball; which he proceeded to clip onto my Prince Albert ring. After he'd done that, he placed his mouth over mine and pushed his tongue inside of my mouth. The kiss was, or at least felt as, more passionate than any of the kisses I got the day before. Once he'd broken his kiss, he joined the other two males; commenting on my performance and making a few suggestions. Unlike in the video, I hadn't been told to swallow the sperm, but I did it anyway. The sweet, yet mellow, taste of his sperm would linger until the next man deposited his seed. Today, unlike yesterday, seemed that there was no hoard of men and boys waiting to drain their balls. I guess that they would come and go whenever their personal schedules would allow them to. The second and third dicks were not much different than that of the teacher's. Each male didn't spend much more than five or six minutes using my mouth. The fourth cock however seemed to have caused me my first 'setback'. The cock belonged to a male I'd say was in his mid twenties. He even had his pubic hairs neatly trimmed, which I found to be rather a nice way to present his endowment. And, endowment it surely was. Not only was it the thickest cock I'd ever laid my eyes on but it was very long. He had a pair of the biggest balls, which surely must have been some sort of genetic mutation. Like the others, he clipped on the steel balls, which by now were a constant reminder that my body wasn't only for another mans pleasures. I made the mistake of casting my eyes upward as his cock neared; and he had a pretty smile with gleaming white teeth. By now, I knew that after he'd lifted my snout ring out of the way to just open my mouth; not waiting for him to coax me into opening up for him. He went right to work, in high gear sliding his dick back and forth. Each thrust was sending his cock deeper into my mouth. By the fourth or fifth time, his cock was passing over my tongue ball; and this time I could actually feel it rolling right along with each inch of cock he was feeding me. I'd say that within a minute I could tell he was getting ready to test out my throat. I was attempting to do everything that I learned last night. Breathing through my nose in a methodical pattern; and not concentrating on the impending blockage of my throat. However, it was more than I could handle. I had involuntary spasms, as I tried to spit his meat out. I couldn't move, but I did get another reminder via my butt plug. I knew I was about to die, when he finally pulled his cock back; but not completely. I sucked in air, faster than a McDonald's drive through window. After a short break, the cock once again began to probe, to test, to punish the entrance to my throat. Each time my throat protested, my reactions seemed to worsen. Was I too be a failure at this? I wasn't going to allow my dad the pleasure, the satisfaction of knowing that he'd finally won something over me. I resolved the situation by once again calling upon the strength and comfort I got when I went to my 'private space'. I had no more coughing or gagging spells, as the cockhead went easily down my throat. I could actually feel my throat muscles pulsating against the shaft of this magnificent cock. The more I relaxed and thought of good and righteous things, the less labored my breathing became; as the cock was held firm in my throat. I could tell, just by the feeling in my throat and mouth that the cock was close to dumping its load of manseed; which in short order it did. The man hung a steel ball on my Prince Albert and gave me a long kiss; exploring my mouth as if seeking to discover any remnants of his seed. I was thankful for the moment, as there wasn't another dick waiting to impale itself inside my mouth. However the time wasn't wasted, as my senses slowly returned and alerted me to the anguish that my nipples and thing were enduring with what now seemed to be an enormous amount of weight hanging from each of them. This training session seemed endless, and I knew that it must have been around noon; as that's when there was a steady stream of cock. I began to hold out hope that not all of the dicks would be as big as the first big one; as several of them, in a row, were much smaller, making my lesson go a whole lot easier. What shook my inner core was when the slaves from my cell block showed up. I knew that after this, they'd not want to leave me alone in the evenings when our cell doors were left, intentionally, open. None of them, especially the slaves who slept on either side of my cell, went easy on me. They instantly went for my throat, and seemed delighted by the feeling of my tongue ball rolling in unison with their actions. As I'd had a few rather large dicks already wedge themselves down in my throat, I was better prepared to deal with their onslaught. I guess they'd been instructed to not be so nice and gentle. But, I survived; I didn't fail after all, which I had hoped would piss off my dad and further more, my little 'space' seemed to be my guardian angel throughout the schooling. Little did they know, nor me for that matter, that every time I was struggling to learn, to accept a different dick, that my thought process was streaming visions of either myself and Alan alone or Jordan and I enjoying the sexual pleasures of each other. The only indication I had, that the lessons were concluded was when I was unfastened from the frame; and from there led by my leash to classroom number five. Traversing the short distance from one room to another, I couldn't help but to think about the weights still left on the three rings. My nipples were killing me and my thing felt as if someone was trying to rip it off of my body. Classroom number five; a stark difference from the other room. This room was bright and 'almost' cheerful looking in outward appearances. I didn't have any time to look around as I was commanded to get up on the table and lay flat on my back. The doctor was already in the room, fussing with something that looked like a space-age controller of some kind; then once I was situated he came forward, and began messing around with my weighted down rings. He soon had a small tray resting on my flat stomach. He began cutting small pieces of white cloth tape from a large roll. A piece of tape was then applied to one side of each ball keeping it from hitting any of the others. He only spoke once, and that was seemingly just cast out in the room for who ever wanted to hear it. "Sixteen ball on the rings, not a record for sure, but a hell of a way to spend half a day." That was the only time I had been told just how many dicks I'd sucked on. Using more tape, he put some on each of my rings, to keep them in place, resting on my skin. Then, reaching upward he pulled a small cord down from the ceiling. The cord brought with it a countless of color coded wires. It appeared that wires, all colored the same were then carefully taped to each of the balls. All red ones on my right nipple ring, all blue ones on my left nipple ring and all yellow ones on my Prince Albert ring. White wires were attached to my earrings; and thankfully none were attached to my snout ring. Several purple wire were attached to the spikes of my cinch band; which seemed to complete that part of the wiring. The doctor snatched the butt plug from within me and replaced it with a smaller but longer one; this one being made of cold shiny metal, to which he attached a black wire. Then he and the young teacher quickly fastened my body to the table, with the final strap going over my forehead. Some of those medical patches were applied to my chest area and wires attached to them; presumably to monitor my heart rate or something. "Sorry I'm late", blatted out the photographer. "I'd of been here sooner but I got caught up in the moment, up at the barn. Damn, ya should have seen that one boy sucking on that equine cock. It was fantastic. I'll just have to copy this 'boys' cocksucking lessons from the video recorder system in the Headmaster's office. Just give me a minute to get some video of how the 'boy' looks now, before you light him up." What did he just say? Is this guy for real or WHAT? What part of dumbass is he? The doctor pushed buttons, turned knobs; made a few final adjustments to some of my wires and left the room; closing the door behind him. It was then that I'd noticed the door and walls. They were covered in the best soundproofing material money can buy. I was in this one room, with a weirdo. It didn't take long before I began to feel the tingling sensations in my left nipple ring. I was rather neat, not to mention unique. The tingling sensation went from ball to ball and repeated itself over and over again. Then the right nipple ring began to follow the same pattern. Soon the two nipples rings seemed to be in unison. Before I knew it the current slowly began to increase on my nipple rings; just as the tingling sensations began on both of my earrings. Now all four of them were working together, all at the same level of current. It wasn't bad at all, to be honest about it. Current began to tantalize my Prince Albert ring, almost in the same manner as had my nipple rings started off. From there my cinch band began to fire round after round of sensations over and through my ''pleasure balls'. Now the current level began to worsen, as the tingling sensations turned into stinging. My bottom half seemed to now be increasing faster and faster in both, intensity and duration. I could actually feel the current skip from one spike to another and then the current would jump to my Prince Albert ring. All I could think about was, ' dad you just ain't fucking going to win this one either', as I somehow took all the current and jolts from the machine. I was really startled when the metal butt plug came to life. There was no initial tingling sensation. It hit me like a brick, as my tunnel entrance quivers with each pulsing shock. Strange enough, but soon I found myself concentrating on my tunnel. It was really... I mean really giving me a more than ample erotic feeling. Never in a million years could I fully explain just how wonderful my tunnel was feeling. If this is the same as fucking... oh damn... fuck me and fuck me now! As the current increased on my Prince Albert and cinch band, my pleasure soon diminished. I closed my eyes, wanting my 'private space', but the pain in my balls was too intense to be overcome with wanton desires and thoughts of Alan and Jordan. The current increased in my tunnel, sending shock wave after shock wave of pain into my now extremely tenderized tissue. My nipples felt like they were being attacked by a hive of killer bees. The only part of me not in pain were my two earrings. There was no stopping my yelling and screaming. I even had to struggle to swallow all of the saliva that my body was producing. Each passing minute, the level of my screams increased a hundred fold. What I didn't see, was the photographer who seemed to have once again been 'overcome' by the situation. He had exposed his cock and was furiously stroking it, right next to me. I didn't know how long he'd been doing it, but I do know one thing. The door to classroom five burst open. The Headmaster and one of the teachers rushed in; just as the photographer pumped ounce after ounce of white seed onto my belly. The next thing I saw was the man falling to the ground, screaming even louder than I was. Then, I thought I saw something fly through the air. I tried to watch as best I could, although my pain was enough to think about. Whatever was flying through the air, I never saw; but I did see pieces of fabric come flying up from the floor, which looked identical to the photographer's shirt color. More screams coming from the floor, more cloth flying up; before another teacher arrived. They picked up the man off the floor; and that's when I first noticed the Headmaster holding his teaching prod, one teacher holding onto a vicious looking whip and the other teacher holding on to the photographers exposed cock. There wasn't much left of his shirt as they hauled his ass out of the classroom and closed the door... leaving me there totally isolated, to finish my test. if you would like to read other stories by the SanibelBoys go to http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SanibelBoys Just be sure that your profile shows your 'adult' age ,no exceptions, thanks, marcus, trey and billy