Date: Sun, 17 Oct 2021 19:56:54 +0200
From: JBPais <jafbereit@gmail.com>
Subject: Teacher and Slave Chapter 11

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Summary: In the last chapter our hero got his hair removed and then ridden
John until he came.

Teacher and Slave Part 11

Chapter 11

John had just cum deep down my guts, after I had ridden him like a bitch in
heat. I was exhausted but also happy, because it had felt good pleasing
John, riding his hard rod and getting handled by him. His dick was slowly
getting soft inside of me, but when I started to get up, he grabbed my hips
and pulled me back down.

"Stop! No one said you could get up, bitch!", he said, "First we need to
talk about some things! So be a good faggot and tell me the truth, while
warming my manhood!"

I looked down at him, saw his stern, still a little bit sweaty face, and
wondered what was coming next. I had been truthful to him on every question
he had asked, maybe even more than I should have been.

"You showed me all those toys you use on yourself to train your pussy and
nipples. But there is one thing missing and I wonder why you didn't present
it to me...", he continued, looking at me waiting for a response. Now, I
got even more confused, because I had shown him everything I owned. There
literally was nothing else left.

"I don't know what you mean, Sir. I showed you every toy I own as you
requested." For the first time It felt weird calling him `Sir' being his
teacher. But it couldn't be helped.

"Well, there is something you haven't shown or given me. And ever since the
evening after I caught you in the shower, I wondered about it. But maybe
you didn't lie. Maybe you really aren't in possession of it. So tell me:
where is the key to your cage? Because it should belong to me!"

I had been afraid of this day. I had known that it would come, that he
would ask me why I was locked, but I didn't want to tell him because it was
a humiliating story and I couldn't think of a more humiliating way to tell
it, than sitting on a cock, that I just had served. So at first I tried to
avoid the implicit question and just answered:

"I couldn't give it to you, because I don't have it. I'm sorry Sir!"

He laughed a deep derogatory laugh and looked at me waiting for me to
continue. When I didn't, he said:

"So, who has it, spill it out. I don't want to worm every single
information out of you! Tell me the whole story: who has it and why!"

So he didn't let me off the hook demanding that I spilled everything. I had
already forgotten that I had made up a story just for this purpose, so I
started to tell him the truth trying to leave as many humiliating things
out as possible:

"Well, as to who has it, I cannot tell you, because I do not really know."
He laughed, and I heard him say "you're such a fag!", while I tried to
continue my story. "You see, I was talking to someone on a fetish app, who
seemed to be interested in me. You might have noticed that I like being
dominated ..." this prompted another laugh and sneer from him "... and from
our conversation it seemed to me that I would be a good fit for him. He
lived not far away either. Two weeks ago he told me about this fetish party
close by which would happen just a week later on the last weekend, and
asked if we wanted to meet there. I agreed and was looking forward to that
party. He had asked about my toys before and had seen that I owned this
chastity cage. So when I agreed to the meeting he told me that he wanted me
to be horny and demanded that I locked myself up.

"He ordered me to send the key to the location of the event. It was a
DOM/sub party" – "Who would have guessed", I heard him say – "and
they had this offer for subs to send their keys in with the name of the
Dom. During the party you had the chance to win the key back if you found
the master who had it. To make it more difficult they gave the keys
randomly to the Doms just with a number. So when I went to the party not
only did I not find the guy I had been talking to but also was not able to
get the keys back even though I tried really hard..."

"Let me guess – you tried really hard on your knees, bitch!", he
interrupted me sneeringly. My cheeks reddened.

"When I talked to one of the clerks at the end of the party, that I wasn't
successful retrieving my keys, he offered that I could try one of the
returned ones to see if it would fit. If it wouldn't, they told me to come
back the coming weekend and try again. Only afterwards – when I still
was locked and wanted to, they would send me the key back to the address
from which I had sent it but only if it was returned by the Dom they had
given it to. That's the story, that's why I can't give you the key and why
you even found me locked in the shower."

I finished my story and bowed my head in shame, closing my eyes, not being
able to bear the humiliation. I heard John chuckle and felt him slap my
locked package. Then he said:

"Look at me, Mr B!"

After I looked up and looked him in the eyes I saw him looking arrogantly
at me, almost smug. He continued:

"So let me get this straight: You dumb faggot got catfished by someone who
made you lock your prick up, then you went to a party where you hoped to
find this `date' but just ended getting fucked by and sucking everyone,
without getting the key. Then the staff used your desperation, probably
made you get them off as well, then sent you back home with the promise
that you might try it again the next week. Right?"

He looked at me quizzically. He was right of course with every single
word. Even though I hadn't admitted it to myself I must have been tricked
by someone to give my keys away. But I hadn't had real sex for quite some
time before and I had just been desperate for someone to dominate and use
me again. When the embarrassing truth sunk into my mind, I got even more
ashamed and red and I could only barely shake my head yes. He laughed
again.

"No wonder you were such a desperate bitch when I found you in the shower
and ever after. You must be really horny right now, not being able to play
with yourself – I don't know how I would feel if I wasn't able to cum
for a day let alone a week. Now I understand why you are so eager to please
me and offer almost no resistance. You're so cock-hungry right now that I
wouldn't want to unlock you, even if I could. But we will need to see if I
allow you to go to that party on the weekend. I'm not sure if you should be
allowed serving other real men right now. But if you're a good boy the rest
of the week I might change my mind."

I got pale when he said that, because this would be my last chance to get
hold of the key before or if they sent it back to the school. And as I
hadn't put my real address on the envelope I wouldn't get it back either by
mail. I had been so sure – so naοve – that I would find `my' Dom
that I hadn't even considered the opposite possibility. And while I enjoyed
being in chastity for a determined period of time, I never thought about
staying locked forever.

"Don't worry,", he said with a grin as he sensed my concern, "you will get
enough dick – just not your own. And you've shown yesterday that you can
have anal orgasms. I think you're going to be fine."

After a short few seconds, he continued mockingly: "You just need to be a
little bit more careful in the shower. Oh wait... It's already too late for
that. Now get off of my dick and clean it and lick the pre-cum you've
spread all over my abs!"

With that he let go of my hips and looked at me expectantly and when I
started to move, he picked his phone up again for whatever reason. The hard
truth of my problems had just hit me, getting it spelled out by him had
humbled me even more. It became obvious to me that all that had happened,
had been my fault due to my naivety. I felt empty inside, not only because
his dick had just left me. When I looked down on him I noticed that his
dick was glistening lying on his stomach after it had flopped out of my
hole.

I didn't want to think about my stupidity anymore and his cock looked
really juicy to get me off of my dark thoughts. I felt my rosebud twitching
after it was no longer stretched but wanting more. So I dived down first on
his now firm balls, caressing them with my tongue. It tasted of sweat and a
little bit of cum and smelled intense. I took the first ball into my mouth
cleaning it inside. Then I tried successfully to get his other ball in as
well and I played with both a little, pulling them out, stretching them a
bit. He moaned because of this treatment and I saw that his cock started to
twitch again.

I tried to make sure that my ass rose upwards so I wouldn't sully my bed
sheets with his cum inside of me. And I didn't want him to make me clean
this up as well. It would just ruin the taste I had right now. When I was
content with my work on his nuts I dropped them out of my mouth and ran my
tongue from them, up along the base of his cock to its top. It tasted a
little bit salty. Before I got to his dick any more, which I wanted to safe
for last, I started to lick his abs. It was really tasty, salty from his
sweat but tasted also of my cum. I must have leaked quite some amount
because his stomach was really wet from his sweat and my pre-cum. I felt
him shivering because of this treatment, he moaned again and his dick
started to grow.

"You're such a good bitch, Mr B! I wish I had found you out earlier. You
just know how to please real men.", he told me while my tongue ran along
the ups and downs of his abs, cleaning every bit. It finally put me in a
better headspace as I really savoured the taste of pre-cum and sweat and
the firm but smooth texture of his stomach. After I felt that I had
slobbered everything on his abs I finally decided to take care of his
dick. The tip still had a larger glob of cum on it which I carefully took
with my tongue playing with his piss slit a little. When I pushed the
foreskin back to clean the rest of the tip he shivered again, moaning
louder as I worked my magic.

But as soon as I took the entire shaft into my mouth he grabbed my head,
first pulled me down on his dick but then immediately pushed me up and
backwards, standing up. I lost my balance and even fell off the bed. When I
looked up, he towered over me, grinning at me lying on the ground.

"You never get enough, don't you? But we'll see when I allow you to please
me again. You've got to earn it, bitch."

I looked at him quizzingly and he laughed again:

"You did a good job today, being a good cock-sucker. Doing everything
without even having to make you. Keep that up and maybe I will allow you to
go to that party. See you soon!"

Then strolled into my living room leaving me lying on the floor. When I
struggled to get up, I heard him yell: "Stay on your knees! No walking when
I'm around!"

Humiliated, I stayed on the ground not really having any more power left. I
saw him taking his sweatpants, slowly pulling them up along his firm calves
and thighs. When he pulled further first his ass disappeared leaving his
dick and balls in the open in front of the waistband. Before he let it drop
in, he pulled his shirt over his head. I followed every move, of course
resting on his dick as long as I could. A little bit desperate and longing
even though deep down I still was ashamed. When his head popped out of the
shirt he looked at me and slowly took his cock in his hands and pushed it
into his pants. Again he laughed when he saw the expression on my face and
that I followed every move.

"Don't worry faggot. You'll get more of this! Just don't forget your place!
I expect that you answer all my messages as soon as possible. You shouldn't
take more than 5 minutes or as soon as the break starts! If not you'll find
yourself exposed to everyone in the outside world!"

"Yes, Sir, I will!", was all I could answer before he took his bag, turned
around and left me kneeling in front of my bed. As soon as I heard the door
open and close again I lost my composure collapsing on the floor as the
reality of my situation caught me.

He was right. I had brought everything which had happened so far upon
myself. All the uncertainty, the danger to my job, of getting exposed as
the little fag I was, had been brought upon me by my own horniness, my
naivety. And what was kind of weird was that I had done almost everything
today without even being really pushed to do it. I had offered almost no
resistance. I had crawled to him when he came and sucked him without any
real order and had ridden him like a bitch in heat all just in a vain
effort to please him and try to make him drop his leverage.

But for him it had looked like I was becoming his willing boy eager to
please him. Not that this was wrong. I had enjoyed the sex and pleasing his
muscular body. If I was honest with myself I even enjoyed the threats, the
thrill and the possibility to get exposed. But I was also frightful what
would happen if anything would go wrong. I had always wanted such a
relationship again since the time with Philipp but I never expected it to
be with a student. Again I thought about my options, but I still couldn't
find any but to follow his orders.

After a few more moments of self-pity and dark thought I finally decided to
get up and get my shit together. When I looked down on me I noticed that I
was wet as well from sweating while riding him. A puddle of cum had formed
under me, leaking out of my locked dick and asshole. My first thought was
to lick it clean but I quickly decided against it getting some type of
cloth cleaning it up. When I looked at my watch I noticed that John had
used me for over three hours as it was almost 9 now. It hadn't felt that
long. Then I cleaned myself on my sink as good as I could not wanting to
get out again. Finally I dropped down on my couch for an hour or so
watching something – anything, to get my thoughts off the (depressing)
present.

I decided to get into bed early expecting to be woken by John's dick
again. Surprisingly, I slept like a baby and woke with my alarm with no
John in sight. I had only Latin courses that day and I quickly put my
clothes on to grab some breakfast. I didn't get any message from John that
day until just before lunch, when he ordered me to send him a picture of me
with an open fly showing my locked dick inside of my classroom. After the
last student left I quickly followed his order and shot a selfie as
requested on my knees which he had made clear the day before. As soon as I
had closed the fly a student returned having forgotten something while I
was on my knees still. He looked at me weirdly and I might have blushed but
I was certain that he did not notice anything else. Thankfully he didn't
ask why I was kneeling.

"Good bitch! You remembered not to put any underwear on!", was all the
reply I got. Then nothing the rest of the day. I enjoyed the afternoon and
evening being able to complete some work and prepare some classes but I was
always on the edge waiting for a message from him. But I was ignored which
also bothered me. And having not being able to really cum for almost two
weeks now made me really horny. The ruined orgasm had not helped either as
it had increased my horniness.

But I knew I would see John again on the next day, as I had to teach PE for
his class. I dreaded that course because I was wondering what John would
have in store for me during that. He had guaranteed me that he would not
risk my job or expose me publicly. But there would be enough possibilities
to humiliate me, to undermine the authority which I need to fulfil my job
and to make me suffer. I hoped he wasn't too inventive, but as the topic
was wrestling – a continuation of the previous week – I knew when I
needed to show something I would have to do it with him (if he wanted to)
which would allow him handling me without repercussions.

Worried I went into bed. Again, on the next morning he wasn't there to use
me. Now I really wondered. John had shown that he was almost insatiable
when it came to sex and I couldn't believe that he could go a single day
without getting off. As he had made sure that I was available for him
whenever he wanted to, I wondered how he did get off. On the other hand I
was happy that he didn't occupy my entire time.

After breakfast the first two hours went normal as I pushed through the
first class through its PE. Even though I wasn't wearing any underwear it
went quite smoothly and I almost forgot my situation. The kids were nice
and attentive and did what was asked from them.

The second class then included John. When I looked at my phone beforehand I
noticed a message from John which called on me to explain every exercise
with his help as I had expected. He also wanted me to lose on purpose on
all those moves which I normally wouldn't do. I thought about not showing
any new techniques but I knew that I would have to next time latest so it
was better to get it over with. At least no one was to wear a wrestling
singlet – which I couldn't anyway as those would show the contour of my
cage.

After I had them put some mats into the gym we started with a light
warm-up, running a few rounds then some gymnastics and some strength
exercises. Then we started again with the basics which they already knew
and I teamed them up in groups of two. Thankfully they were an even number
today as one student was sick so I didn't have to participate. Until then
everything went fine and even John didn't disturb more than usual.

Then I wanted to show them a new move which would consist of a move of the
arms and legs to try to lever the other person. I went to John and asked
him to help me show it to the others which he accepted. First, I did a dry
run showing everyone how the arm movement went and how to position the
feet. Then I asked John to try this on me which already prompted a murmur
from the class because they weren't used to that.

John actually did a good job at the different movement and managed (also
because I offered almost no resistance) to lever me and pushed me to the
ground. Just before I got down he was able to push his knee into my groin
which resulted in an audible gasp from me. This prompted the class to laugh
while he was still lying on top of me.

"Get used to that bitch! There's more for you today!", he whispered into my
ears and I saw him grinning.

I struggled and instead of scolding him I offered some resistance by
telling everyone that you had to be careful with positioning your feet and
do it correctly so no one would get hurt. Spelling it to everybody that
John hadn't done it right. At the second try he took his revenge and when
he pushed me down he grabbed the rear waistband of my shorts and pulled it
up invisible to the class giving me a wedgie. This time I managed to only
exhale stronger not drawing attention to his move and when we were lying on
the mat he hissed into my ear:

"Don't try to do this again. You're the fag that needs to be humiliated!"

When we got up I made them do this move a couple of times. Then we did
another new move where he also managed to grope me and put me down in front
of the entire class. Slowly I was longing for the class to end. After two
more new moves I had them do a little tournament which – to no one's
surprise John won.

"Mr B., you should wrestle with John and show us how it is done.", one of
John's classmates – his best friend Huy of Vietnamese descent – asked
which found broad acknowledgement from the class. I had feared that
something like that might happen as I had often taken part in such games. I
had hoped that maybe the time would save me but we still had ten minutes to
go. So I slowly walked on the mat while John was grinning arrogantly. I
knew that I would have to let him win but I also would have to offer some
resistance or everyone would know that something was up especially as the
rivalry between the both of us was well known. I couldn't just let him win
that would undermine all of my authority. The best way may be to get first
to two points and then let him win three points without much
resistance. That would bring him from his high horse and prevent me from
ridiculing myself.

He probably hadn't expected me to offer much resistance because I easily
won the first point. I got up quickly after I had pushed his shoulders on
the mat so he couldn't say anything. I saw his muscles tense for the second
round and I knew he would take this one more seriously. But even though he
tried harder I got him on his back after a short amount of time. When I
tried to get up John pulled me down and hissed:

"If you win, you're going to regret it, faggot!"

Then he let me go and I got up quickly. The next round I offered no
resistance anymore and he got me down on my back easily with a move he had
learned today. A little bit of applause erupted while I struggled to get
up. In the second round I offered a little bit of resistance but let him
score a point almost as easily. The fifth round I offered no more
resistance and just let him floor me so it was obvious for everybody that I
had let him win. When I got up I saw John's angry face and I knew I might
be in trouble later even though I had let him won. But of course I had
robbed him from humiliating me. Instead I had shown that I was better than
him and had let him win.

I told the boys to clean up the gym trying to ignore John as good as I
could and then let them go. While I was finishing putting everything in
order I went into the room in which all the equipment was stored.

"Hey bitch! I will not forget today and this will have consequences right
now! Strip, then on your knees!", I heard John yell at me after a few
moments in this room. I turned around and saw him standing in the doorway,
his hands on his hips looking really angry. I opened my mouth to argue but
he wouldn't let me say a word, barking:

"Now, faggot!"

I felt my blood rush into my cheeks but I slowly started to get out of my
shirt, then pulled down my shorts slipping out of my shoes meanwhile. Then
I got down on my knees while he took his phone out and snapped a
picture. Slowly he came over to me now towering over me. I could smell him,
his sweaty body clearly now.

"Did you think it was funny that you let me win in this way? The only one
here who deserves to be humiliated is you. Now get down and kiss my feet
and say sorry or I might take your clothes with me and let you be here with
your pathetic little locked thing you have dangling between your legs!"

I obliged, of course, saying sorry for letting him win that way, then
kissing his shoes. He pushed them up my face and I could smell
everything. They were already quite old and I don't think he ever washed
them. I almost made me faint.

"Now, get those shoes off!"

I did and as soon as I was done he pushed me back, so I fell on my spine
and ass. He walk forward and put his right foot still covered by his sweaty
sock directly on my face so I smelled every drop of sweat and felt it as
well as they were quite wet.

"Kiss them again", he told me, "This is what you are here for. Worshipping
me, cleaning me. You're no longer in any position that you can be a
smartass. You're here to serve!"

With that he pushed his foot into my mouth. It was disgusting but at the
same time I felt my dick hurting as it tried to burst the metal cage open.

"Now, pull them off!"

I grabbed the fabric carefully with my teeth and when he pulled the feet
back I managed to get those wet socks off of them. Then he ordered me to
lick his feet clean, first the sole which was sweaty and tasting
weird. Next I took every single toe into my mouth even playing with them,
slowly getting into it. When he was content he moved his right foot on my
breast, now standing literally on top of me and pushed his left foot on my
face. I ached because of his weight. But smelled his sweat and dirt on the
bottom of his foot. I almost had to gag because of the taste of the socks
when he pushed his toes into my mouth again and when I had them off and put
them aside I had to cough but he quickly put his foot on my face again
letting me repeat the cleaning process. When he was done he positioned his
other foot on my stomach as well looking down on me still fully clothed.

"Always remember this is your position! Below my feet. Don't try this
again, or you will feel it!"

"Yes, Sir! Sorry, Sir!", I answered, humiliated and defeated. I feared that
someone would come in and find us and I wanted this to end as soon as
possible. But John had another idea.

"You did quite well cleaning my feet and as I won't be able to get into the
shower you're going to take over this role. So when I get off of you, you
will slowly take off my shirt and start with my armpits, then down my
stomach – and don't forget my nips."

I did as I was told, diving deep into each axle even though the smell was
almost numbingly strong, but I really enjoyed tasting his sweat and hair
there. The smells and taste just made my submissive brain take over and I
needed to lick his axles clean and feel the hair on my tongue. Then I
played a little with his nips sucking on then which prompted him to
moan. When I was done there I guided my tongue along his treasure trail to
his navel and pushed it in there. He grabbed my head and pulled my face
closer in while I rotated my tongue in there as good as I could.

I didn't care anymore that we were practically in public, that someone
could come into the open equipment room quite easily. I wanted to please
him and smell and taste his musk! When I got deeper I pulled his shorts
down and his dick sprang in action. He was already hard as a rock.

"Don't touch my dick yet. He will be last, first my balls and then to my
ass crack! It needs careful cleaning!"

Like an obedient little boy I did as I was told, smelling and tasting the
sweat from his pubic hair, running with my lips through it while my tongue
licked it as well. All the while his dick was slapping against my head, my
chin and cheeks as I made my way around it to the balls. One after another
I took them in slobbering and nursing on them. John moaned louder now and
pulled his nuts out. He turned around presenting his firm buttocks to
me. They were round and flawless with a little bit of blond fuzz on
them. There was a little bit of darker hair visible in his crack to which I
looked up to being on my knees. Through his thighs I saw his balls
dangling.

I licked along his perineum. His ass emanated a strong smell of
masculinity, sweat and hormones which drove my horniness further up. I
didn't care about the possibility to get caught anymore, I wanted to smell,
to taste him and do as I was told. First my nose reached his asscrack. Both
his butt-cheeks where pressed tightly together and wet from his sweat. It
tasted salty. First I ran my tongue along both his cheeks where they met.

"Pull them apart and dive in!", he told me already a little breathless and
I reached up gripping his firm buttocks pulling them apart then dove into
the crack exhilarated by the smell I licked all the sweat clean. When I
came close to his anus I started to run my tongue along the sphincter
muscle. It was hard and not puffed at all. Surprisingly he did not have any
hair around it. When I pushed my tongue a little into the opening he
started to moan even louder and I felt him move. Suddenly I felt his hand
on the back of my head. He pressed my head including my nose into his
crack.

"Push deeper and clean it good bitch!" he moaned and I happily obliged. His
muscles offered some resistance but bit by bit I was able to push my tongue
a little into his anus, then rotating, pulling out and licking all on
repeat all the while John was moaning. You could say it was an absurd
scene: a teacher rimming his student, on his knees naked, his dick locked
in an open equipment room of a gym. But it was also hot as hell. I rimmed
him for some time while he pressed my head in his crack and moaned loudly.

I started to get a little lightheaded as I was barely able to breathe with
my nose stuck in there as well, when he suddenly yanked me out and turned
around still holding my head. Then he started to jerk right in front of me
and before long his body started to tense up. Automatically I opened my
mouth but he didn't shove his dick inside of me. Instead he started to cum
all over me. The first rope landed on my hair, then two on my face some on
my tongue. The rest went on my breast and stomach.

When he was almost done he finally pulled my mouth over his dick and I
started licking it clean without thinking almost immediately. I wanted to
taste his juice and I was a little bit disappointed that he didn't give me
all of it. John was breathing heavily in post orgasmic bliss and while I
liked his softening cock. When he had caught his breath he pushed me back
with a hard shove so I fell backwards on the floor.

"Faggot! That is your place on the floor naked covered in my cum! Remember
that! Have fun the next classes!" he said looking down at me. He pulled his
shorts up, grabbed his shirt, turned around and left me there lying on the
ground.

---------End of part 11--------------------------

I hope you liked this part. Any more suggestion are always welcome.

And please if you have sex please use condoms and/or PREP to avoid getting
STD's. This story is fantasy so there are no repercussions for barebacking.

Thanks to my "pervy new editor", who helped proofread this chapter ;). If
you have any suggestions, please let me know!