Date: Sun, 6 Feb 2022 18:34:46 +0100
From: JBPais <jafbereit@gmail.com>
Subject: Teacher and Slave Chapter 17

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Summary: Not having found Steven (but really intensive Sex) Jay is ready to
leave the club. But he has one more task ahead of him.

Teacher and Slave Part 17

Chapter 17

Before I opened the door to the reception area I looked at myself in the
mirror which was positioned right next to it. I looked at an exhausted face
with ruffled hair, happy but sleepy eyes. There were stains of cum on my
face and upper body and five marks were on my stomach. I couldn't even
remember that anyone had put them there. When I turned around on my ass
cheek was one and on the other were seven. So at least I would be able to
try all keys. But it was weird during all this sex I didn't even remember
my task and while I wanted to get off I hadn't much thought about the
keys. But now the moment had finally arrived when my dick would be free
again. I smiled and opened the door.

The clerk had changed and now an even younger guy was standing at the
counter. He couldn't have been older than 19. He had a bare chest and you
couldn't see any defined muscles; he was a total twink. When he saw me
coming he grinned and greeted friendly:

"Hey, how are you? Did you enjoy your stay? Well I can see that you did!
You wanna get your clothes?"

"Yeah, thank you. But I kind of ...", searching for words, "well... I
wanted to ... I mean I need to ... get to try the keys for the cage."

"Oh. Ok. But the cage really suits you. Those metal bars restricting the
pulsating base. And it shows that you are available to get used. But if you
really want to, I will bring the keys out!", he teased me, grinning. Then
he turned around and opened a drawer and brought out a small box, then he
came in front of the counter and opened it on the way.

"I see, how many? Five...ten...thirteen marks. So you're in for the whole
treatment. Now get your arms behind your back and spread your legs a little
bit." He told me. The last sentence was in an unexpectedly real stern voice
and I just automatically reacted and did as I was told.

"Good boy!", he told me and grabbed my junk with his left hand after he put
the box on the counter. "They seem to be really heavy and your dick is
really pulsating and the tip is quite wet. Did they tease you a lot in
there?"

"Yes, they did, especially in the last hour or so, I got to the edge quite
often, but did not get any release. So I really need the key now!", I
answered truthfully.

Suddenly he dropped on his knees in front of me and licked along my slit
once, which made me shudder and moan.

"Hmmm. Nice. You know what: I'll give you a choice!" He told me when he was
finished and looked up. "I'll make you cum, right now, right here but I
will not try the keys on you. They will stay where they are. Or I will try
the keys, but remember there is no guarantee that your key is among them,
so you might leave still locked without release. What do you say?"

I looked down at this gorgeous twink, who seemed so eager to get me off. I
saw his dick tenting in his joggers and to be honest I was really
tempted. The memory of the guy who had almost gotten me off in the dark
room was quite fresh and it had felt so good feeling a warm mouth playing
with my caged dick. And he was right, of course: There was no guarantee
that the key was in the box. But could I really pass the chance to get rid
of the cage? To get my life back in order and maybe even get rid of the
threat from John. So I swallowed deep, pushed my horniness to the back of
my head and slowly shook my head, no:

"Sorry, but I really have to get out of the cage. It's on already too
long. Please!"

He looked disappointed and got up quickly.

"Too bad! There is nothing hotter for me than a locked boy in need of
release. But I get that some people want to get rid of the cage, or at
least be able to free their dick. So let's see!"

With that he reached into the box and pulled out the first key, which did
nothing. One after another he pulled them out, one after another they
didn't fit. I was starting to sweat, anxious whether my key would be in the
box. After the 15th key he looked down the box and told me:

"Well, it's getting close. Just five more to go, and some of them look too
big already. As you didn't want me to give you final release but made me to
look at your hot body..." with that he ran one hand along my breast and
squeezed my nipple which – again – made me moan "...I think you
really should repay me for my effort. I've been here for three hours, seen
all those hot guys get in or leave for home stripping in front of me,
sometimes teasing me. You might not need release, but I do. So before we
try the last five keys I think I need to make use of your mouth! Get down
on your knees! And don't worry if anyone comes by. They will enjoy the show
and it will be nothing that they haven't seen inside!"

I immediately obliged I wanted to taste him, feel him, while he pulled down
his sweatpants to reveal his hard dick. It was circumcised and standing
upwards a little bit. The – I guessed – 7.5'' long dick was framed by
a blond bush as was his hair on his head. Otherwise, I couldn't see any
hair on him. The light in the room made his skin seem to be of marble and
he looked like one of those ancient statues but with a larger (and harder)
dick. I licked my lips and moved my upper body forward to get to his
dick. He took two steps forward as I opened my mouth and the tip of his
dick was pushed inside.

Slowly, I moved my tongue along the outline of his glans which was already
a little bit wet and salty. I gripped the shaft tightly between my lips and
pushed myself onto the entire shaft, which prompted the first moan. The
dick pushed into my throat and I felt filled and whole again. My own dick
started to pulsate again as soon as I felt the young guy's dick inside of
me. Then I felt his hands on my hair, he ran it through it, petting me a
little bit, while I started to deepthroat him. I pulled out and pushed
myself on him again. Ten times I impaled his dick into my throat, before I
let go of the dick. This prompted a moan of pleasure, he demanded more. I
looked up and saw him pant already a little bit. But before I would get him
off, I wanted a bit more fun.

I took the shaft between my lips from below and used my tongue to guide
them all the way back to the base and his balls. Then I played with his
balls a little, washing them thoroughly and taking each one inside even
pulling them down a little. I moved back to the tip again without letting
go of his shaft from between my lips. Then I took only the glans into my
mouth and swirled my tongue around it. He moaned even deeper now and I felt
his grip on my head tighten. I knew he wasn't far from the edge. So again
in one stroke I took his entire dick and started to blow him again deep and
with all the skill I had. Suddenly, his fingers grabbed my hair hard and he
pulled my face deep into his groin and then I felt his dick pulsating in my
mouth as he shot his load into my stomach. He screamed as his orgasm
overwhelmed him:

"Take my load! Take it all!"

He held me in place after he had deposited his cum into my stomach as his
dick slowly got soft in me. He was still panting heavily and was trying to
catch his breath and only after his breathing got slower he let go of my
head and pulled out. I looked up to him and grinned:

"Did you enjoy that?"

He looked down and laughed but instead of answering he reached behind him,
then got on his knees as well directly in front of me and pushed his tongue
into my mouth as he embraced me for a kiss. I embraced him as well as we
kissed and felt our backs, while he rubbed his still wet cock on my cage
teasing me further.

"Thank you!", he told me when we finally let go of each other. "I really
needed that and you seemed like someone who would love to suck me
off. Normally, Jocks just want me to suck them and open my ass for them, so
this was a welcome change. Now! Let's see if one of the last keys fit."

He let go of me and reached for the box and took one key out. It obviously
was too big. The next one fitted but the key didn't move inside the
lock. The third was too big again, as was the fourth. Then he showed me the
insides of the box and just one key was still in there. It was small enough
that it might fit and just as he was about to pull it out, we were startled
as someone cleared his throat behind me.

"I'm sorry – and to be honest your show was really hot – but I really
need to get my things. Would you mind giving them to me?"

I heard the voice kindly asking. The clerk looked sorry to me. Then he
stood up taking the box with him and said:

"Sorry to keep you waiting, but I needed to take care of something. What's
your number?"

He quickly did his job, and gave the client his clothes and things
back. While the guy, who was in his 40s was busy putting his clothes on,
the clerk returned to me and told me to get up.

"One last key. I hope it fits. Otherwise, we might not be able to help
you!"

He pushed the key in. It got in completely and when he started to move it,
at first, I thought I saw movement. But it might have been my imagination
and even though he clearly was trying to pull the key the latch just didn't
move. He let go, then tried again and looked back into my eyes with a sad
look in his eyes.

"I'm sorry. It seems that we don't have your keys. I hope you will find it
somewhere. But you might also be able to open the lock with brute force."

I let my shoulders and face hang down. My ordeal wasn't over. But what
would be even worse: I would have to tell John that I hadn't been able to
retrieve the key. After a few moments I gathered myself and with a breaking
voice I asked the clerk for my clothes. Before he turned around to get
them, he dropped on his knees again and for a few moments licked along my
swollen and pulsating cock in its cage, which brought me back into a better
(and hornier) mind-set. He didn't stop and after a few more licks I started
to moan again and the rest of the bad feelings started to vanish and I knew
that I wouldn't take long before I came. But again, just as I reached the
edge and my breathing got quicker, he stopped, got up and said:

"Sorry, but you made your choice in the beginning. But I hope I could
distract you a little bit."

Then he turned around with a wink on his face as I showed a thankful face
as I got my clothes. Just as he handed them over another client entered so
I couldn't talk much more to the clerk. As I pulled the underwear up I
again felt my exhaustion and I was kind of glad that I could go to the
hotel now to get some sleep. As I took my jeans I felt my mobile
vibrating. I took it out to notice that I had just received a message from
Steven, my colleague. It read:

"Sorry that we didn't see each other anymore. I went into one of the
private rooms, which I told the waiter, but after a few moments two hot
twinks entered and I got kind of distracted. I hope you had a fun time and
found your key. If you want to talk, I would love to deepen our
conversation. See you!"

There was also a message of John which was quite different:

"Hey bitch, I hope you enjoy whoring yourself out for a key of no use for
you! When you're done I want to get a picture of you naked on your knees
and one of your open pussy. Spread those cheeks! You're not to take those
pictures!"

I looked at the message in disbelief but I knew that I had to oblige. So I
waited until the other client was done and had left, before I got out of my
underwear again and asked the clerk to take the required pictures.

"You want something to remember? Huh? Well that's the least I can do."

I heard him laugh as I bowed over the counter to spread my ass and I
followed his instructions to move my hands `to show the marks'.

"I think they are quite good. I've entered my number into your phone if you
want to share them, or have fun again."

I said my thanks. When I looked at them I was astonished at my puffed hole
which clearly showed the use it had gotten during the night. They also
looked really hot, though. I sent the two best pictures to John then
quickly pulled my clothes up and got going.

As soon as I got into my hotel room I showered all the cum, spit and sweat
away and cleaned myself profoundly. Then I tended to my sore hole but I
knew I would feel this nights adventures the next day. Exhausted, happy
from all the sex of the night but also worried about the key I fell into my
bed and immediately a deep sleep took over.

I was woken by the sun shining into my room after a long and deep
sleep. After I had arrived at the hotel at about 4 it now was past 12 and
it was good that I had booked the entire day (and night) as well to enjoy
the spa and relax after the night which I had anticipated to be long, and a
week of humiliation and exposure. I took another long shower before I
looked at my phone. There was a message from John which read:

"Holy shit you really let yourself get used. You're such a cock-hungry
whore. What about your key? Did you get it?"

This brought back my desperate situation. Locked without the possibility to
escape but for brute force and at the mercy of one of my students. I gulped
and replied:

"No I haven't. It was not at the club.", I answered truthfully, before I
put on a bathrobe and swimsuit to go to the pool and enjoy the steam room
for an afternoon of relaxation. At first I refreshed myself in the pool,
when I got down to the spa area. After an extensive visit to the steam room
I lay down on one of those lounge chairs and started to read as I noticed
that I had received another message:

"You've got 5 Minutes to send me a picture of your entire front. And I hope
you didn't lie!"

Quickly I ran into a bathroom stripped, got on my knees and took the
demanded picture and sent it to him. It was just in time excusing the late
reply by explaining that I was in a Spa in a Hotel and planned to go back
to the school only tomorrow. Anxious about his reply I got back to my seat
and started the book I had brought. My phone buzzed maybe half an hour
later as John wrote another message:

"It seems that you won't be able to touch yourself anymore, evermore. Just
like a good faggot should! But it's a good coincidence that you're staying
in a hotel. I will be going through that town on my way to the school this
afternoon and I need someone to serve me after a long weekend. I will be
there around 5. I expect you to be ready in your room when I text you that
I'm there, on your knees, naked directly behind the door which needs to be
open. Now send me your room number!"

I gulped at the news. I had hoped to have a little rest today and still
felt my sore body after last night of sex, pleasure and torture. But I also
knew that I didn't really have a choice. I thought about inventing a story
about meeting someone but I guessed that he just wouldn't care. So I
decided to agree and send him my Hotel's name and my room number. Anxious I
leaned back trying to enjoy the few hours left until John would come by. I
couldn't really relax my mind now spooked by the thought of my future
again. I knew that I could break the cage by force but I feared possible
injuries and repercussions by John. Steven would also be of no help, as he
had made clear that having `an affair' with a student was despicable for
him and I couldn't see how I could make him understand that this wasn't my
choice.

With only half an hour left until John had invited himself and after I had
taken another long swim and visit to the steam-room I went up to my room to
prepare as good as I could. Just as I got naked I received a message from
John:

"I will be there soon, bitch. Open the door already! Then back on your
knees!"

"Yes, Sir!" I replied. When I opened the door and tried to lean it against
the frame I noticed that it would swing open exposing my naked body. I
thought hard for a few moments then took one of my shoes as a door stopper,
then got on my knees beside my bed in front of the door. I gulped waiting
for John to arrive. Moments passed which seemed like eternity and I started
to sweat. Anyone could open the door and see my exposed body. But that was
a chance I would need to take.

Suddenly, I heard steps in the hallway which stopped in front of my door. I
saw a shadow reaching for the door handle and through pressure it slowly
swung open. A shadow was standing in the frame which at first sight looked
like John. It was about the same height and stature and just as I wanted to
greet him, the figure stepped in and I saw that it wasn't him. But I
recognized the guy. It was Peter, Johns brother who had finished school two
years ago and was about 20. He looked almost identical with John. The same
blond hair – the same haircut even. He also was a jock, muscular and
sportive. But he had blue eyes instead of the green ones of John. When you
saw both of them they could not deny that they were related.

My eyes opened in surprise and I wanted to hide my shame just as I saw the
arrogant smile on his face and the knowing glare in his eyes. My fears were
confirmed, when he opened his mouth and told me:

"Haha! So it really is true. You are a real cocksucker. A faggot craving
for real men's cocks. I couldn't believe it when I my brother told me, I
barely thought it possible when I saw the pictures. But here you are: on
your knees, naked and eagerly waiting for my brother to suck him and serve
him. And don't worry he will be here soon. But first it is my turn."

With that he walked forward.

"Stop!", I told him, gathering all the strength I could muster. "Just
because your brother has some leverage over me doesn't mean I will do
everything. Get away and leave my room. Now!"

He only laughed at me.

"Sweet! You still think you have a choice. Believe me, there is none! I
know everything. My brother and I share everything ... and everyone! Who do
you think had the idea for visiting you here? Who do you think drove John
here? I did! For the sole purpose of getting prove of his tale. And then
get a warm mouth and hole to please me!"

With that he moved forward quickly until he stood directly in front of
me. My eye-level was at his crotch, which seemed impressive in the tight
jeans he was wearing. He looked down at me and before I could say anything
he continued:

"If my dick isn't buried into your throat when John shows up, he might do
something rash. And I don't think you would want that! Now be a good boy
and open my jeans. I want to make up for my entire school time where I
couldn't use you!"

I gulped again as I looked up into his stern face and thought about my
options. He was right of course. I was as much at his mercy as I was on
John's. I think, he saw my resistance crumble in my eyes and he decided to
speed up the decision I had to make. He grabbed my hair and he pulled my
head on his crotch and said:

"Smell it! Feel it! That's a real man's scent. That's the outline of a real
man's dick. You know you want to serve it, serve it as you served
yesterday, the last week. Now! Open my jeans!"

With that he let go of me again. But I hesitated to pull back. I took in
the manly smell. The outline of his dick already showed and promised a
monster not smaller than his brother's. It stretched under the waistline
and showed even under his pocket. Suddenly aware of my situation I
retracted. But too late. He laughed again and when I looked up he grinned
down at me:

"I knew you wanted it. Go ahead!"

Like a robot I felt my arms move towards the button and before I thought
about it I had it opened. The rest of the buttons on his fly opened easily
as I ripped it to the side. He wasn't wearing any underwear and I quickly
noticed that he was shaven around his dick. As I pulled his trousers down
his dick snapped into the open and the rest of the meagre resistance I had
put up melted. Entirely.

The shaven crotch made his dick seem even bigger. He was at least as big as
his brother 9.5'' but I guessed he was thicker. He was circumcised as well
and the mushroom glans was shining beautifully in front of my face. I
licked my lips and deep down I wanted him. I wanted his dick and please
him. I was still horny after the teasing of last night. So I pushed my
tongue out and started to lick along the glans. It slowly hardened, but was
only half hard.

"Nice, faggot!", he said then grabbed my head again and pulled it in one go
on his entire dick. I immediately started to struggle when he penetrated my
throat because of his size but he didn't care. He just held me on his dick
until my resistance faded and I felt my head go light as I didn't get much
air. Then he pushed me back and I fell over backwards. As I lay naked on
the ground on my back he stood over me and grinned:

"Such a hungry cock-sucker. Such a warm mouth. I will enjoy this! Now get
back up and serve me as you do my brother!"

I was breathing heavily as I struggled to get up again, no longer able to
muster any resistance. I was focussed on his cock, which was glistening
from the spit. He was almost hard now, but his dick still pointed downwards
a little. His balls were out of his jeans and swinging between his legs and
he stood there his legs a little bit spread and his arms thrust onto his
hips. He was wearing a tight fitting black shirt and a leather jacket. His
jeans had not dropped down completely as they fitted his ass and thighs
tightly. Just as I started to lick my tongue along his shaft I heard
another pair of footsteps. I didn't stop licking even when I heard the door
move. I was kind of relived when I heard it snap closed.

"Hey bro. You already started. Why didn't you wait for me?"

"Yeah sorry, John. But he was so eager to please me, I couldn't stop him."

"He's such a cock-hungry faggot. Maybe it's the cage!"

-----------------End chapter 17-------------------------------

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!