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Subject: Teacher and Slave Part 1 Disclaimer: This is a fictional story depicting consensual BDSM and authoritatarian sex between adults and students. If you are not interested in such storys, you shouldn’t read it. If you are not of legal age, please, also stopp reading. The story is a work of fiction so any resemblances to real people and/or events is purely by accident. Also this story is written out of my imagination, so I claim copyright to the entire story. If you want to give any feedback, please write me a ail) of follow me on Twitter (@PaisJB). If you want to help me proof-read the comming chapters, please send me a message as well. Please help support the work of Nifty and keep it a free site for all to enjoy. Consider making a donation today. Help keep Nifty free and accessible for everyone. Teacher and Slave Part 1 “How the hell did I end up in this situation?”, I thought to myself while one of my students, John, fucked my throat in the shower of the gym of the school I was working at as a teacher. The water ran over our naked bodies while he pressed his foot against my crotch exerting pressure against my locked dick. Hadn’t I been careful enough? I’m working at this grammar boarding school for boys for 10 years now. They had hired me right after graduation when I was 25 and there hadn’t even been any kinds of problems with the students or my colleagues before. But I knew I had to be careful at least before today when I thought it would be a good Idea to shower in the communal shower of the locker room after I taught a class. The school is located in an estate close to a small German town and I knew that being gay, especially having kinks would not go well in here. But when they offered me the position as PE and Latin teacher it was an offer I could not refuse. Not only did they offer me about the double of a normal government contract but I wouldn’t have to pay any rent as I was supposed to live on the estate supervising a group of students. It also helped that the school was one of the most prestigious in the country and – to be honest – I also looked forward to working at a boys-only boarding school. I’m only human after all. And it actually was great, the students were interested, they would make progress (more or less at least) and they didn’t try to wind me up or try to bully me. I thought that I was well respected. During PE classes I made them run, jump or play games. Meanwhile I enjoyed watching those teens (14 to 20) doing sports, flexing their muscles, goofing around with their classmates and getting sweaty. As one of the main things our school was famous for was sports and especially team sports, many of our students were quite fit. Otherwise we had the normal mix of students, some jocks, some really athletic types, some twinks and nerds. Many looked normal but all of them had to do at least one sport additionally to PE classes so almost all were at least able to do sports on an almost daily level and looked like it. But one main focus of our school was sports, having a multitude of different teams competing on local and even national level, the school naturally attracted mostly student interested in sports. I trained one of those teams – the volleyball team – and we managed to reach finals on a national level multiple times which brought me the respect of my students more than any teaching skills I might have had otherwise. My colleagues liked me as well, as far as I could tell. Most of my colleagues were older than me, but we had a really nice mix of different ages and temperaments. When I started at the school I didn’t really notice but almost all of my colleagues were male as well and the few female teachers never stayed long. When I asked a female colleague, with whom I became friends during her time, why she left after only two years, she told me that she felt too much testosterone in the air. I’m not sure if that’s true, but the fact is almost 80% of my colleagues are male. Most of them fit as well. As we all tried to be role models for our students, almost everybody had an exercise regime outside school hours. We could use the gym or the pool and it also was a runners-paradise as there were quite some beautiful trails around in the countryside. Maybe you want to know about me. At first glance – I think – I look like a quite average guy. I’m almost 180 cm big, have dark brown hair, and have green-grey eyes. I have to wear glasses but I think they suit me. Even though I am a PE teacher I never tried to bulk up. Of course, I stayed fit and you can see the beginnings of a six-pack but I never bothered to work really hard to have this athletic or even a body-builder like build. The thing I hate most about myself might be that I have quite a big booty and I always wanted to have smaller hips, but I guess that’s just the genes. I don’t have a beard and the fact is that I really don’t like facial or body hair on myself. So I shave regularly. I also have a quite average dick, about 7 inches hard. It’s not that small but it’s not long either and as you heard it tends to be locked up which got me into this mess. As I said before, I’m gay but there’s not much I can do about it at school. I wouldn’t dare touching a student or starting anything. I like to admire them, but I don’t even get in the locker room when they were changing and showering – even though I would have to change there as well, as this was a school policy. The school thought this would be a good idea for teambuilding and creating a bond between students and teacher, believe me it is not. Having to get naked in front of your teacher or showering with him would never work. From the time I started at the school I stayed longer in the gym took Erzincan Escort care of the equipment and only entered the locker room after 10 Minutes or so, when the students were done so I would be alone while showering and getting ready for the next class. Again, as I said before I’m gay, but I’m not a creep to those boys – or I think I wouldn’t have lasted at the school at all. There had been some students who had tried to get a peek of me showering and even some who had tried to get me to start something with me, some even had stayed longer under the shower and masturbated just to get ‘caught’ by me. I understood those boys, actually, as this was an all-boys school and during puberty you wouldn’t have much chances to get anything started. But I always handled those things professionally at that moment (while I might have jacked off to some of those boys later in my room). You might not be inclined to trust me on this as I was just being mouthfucked when this story started, but that might have been one of the main differences to the attempts of the other students before. You see, actually, I’m not only gay but I’m also really submissive. I like being dominated and made to do all kind of things. I love tops who just take from me what they want and need. I get off from being unable to control what’s being done to me (if I’m allowed to get off anyway). I’ve been called ‘faggot’ while being used, and I actually enjoyed being talked down to. You wouldn’t guess that when you saw me in class or when you just met me, being a well-liked teacher with enough authority to make even the wildest class stay silent. But I actually learned how to have a perfect fa�ade against showing what I really crave for and how I want to be treated – or better: used. I have been submissive while having sex as long as I can remember, which might have something to do with my first experience ever which ironically was quite similar to what I was experiencing right now: —- 20 years earlier —- I went to a public high school in my hometown, a middle sized city of around 50k inhabitants. Life was ok, being an only-child with both parents working I had lots of free time at my hand. Being an average more nerdy type of person I used to stay on my own at school, and I had a hard time making friends. I’m still not sure why I wasn’t well liked but I guess it might have been at least partly my attitude. I still tend to be a kind of know-it-all guy and it certainly was worse during puberty. But the other did not connect with me as well as I had different interests, not being into football but more into volleyball. Playing on my computer when there weren’t even smartphone or mobiles available on a broad scale. I actually got through ok, there were other students who were bullied quite badly, but I just tried to stay invisible to prevent the others from picking on me. During 9th grade (in Germany we number the classes starting 1st grade in elementary school, so this was when I was about 15) we had sports as the first class during the first two hours of school. You see, it wasn’t very common that you showered after sports in my school, but after our teachers complained (boys don’t smell that good after 2 hours of PE-class) we were made to shower. Back then I wasn’t even sure I was gay yet, and had hit puberty just for a year or so. My body was quite good then. I didn’t have a sixpack but I was quite athletic as I played volleyball three times a week and had just recently stopped swimming in a club. My cock had already grown a bit and I had some pubic hair which I was quite proud of, then. I had already discovered how good it felt playing with my dick and I actually did it almost every morning and evening. I didn’t picture someone special while playing with myself but I guess boys played a more central role than girls. The Internet wasn’t that good then and I wouldn’t have thought that you could find people having sex there – yes I know I was quite innocent back then. I used to shower with the others in the beginning and we had quite the difference then in our class. Some of my classmates looked like they had already finished puberty having a really masculine (and I thought) big dick, a full bush. Some of them were already quite hairy. But there were also some which weren’t even as far as I was. They didn’t look like small boys anymore, but they still had quite small dicks and some didn’t even had hair down there. Those boys were mocked by the others, sometimes I even joined mocking them, but there were also times when I was included in the mockery. However, after our Christmas holiday during shower it happened. While I was standing under the shower trying to hide my privates (as we all did) washing my hair facing the wall one of the older boys slapped my ass with a towel, a game that we had discovered quite recently. As the towel was already wet, it actually hurt quite a bit and I jumped on the surprising attack. “Stop it!”, I yelled while I turned around to find the culprit. To my horror I felt a kind of familiar feeling in my groin and I noticed that blood rushed into my dick. That distracted me so much that I wasn’t able to prevent the second slap which hit me in the groin just when I had turned around. That one hurt as hell and my dick stopped getting hard immediately. Two of my more ‘mature’ classmates had teamed up to hit me. They laughed at me as I reached for my groin and winced and collapsed under the shower. Two more slaps followed at my exposed body which I tried to escape lying on the floor. Then they left laughing. After a few moments catching my breath I was able to get up. I quickly rinsed the shower gel from my body and dried Erzincan Escort Bayan myself off. I was quite embarrassed at what happened. Not only had those two boys teamed up on me and surprised me but also the reaction of my dick when the first slap hit. I hoped that they hadn’t noticed but they didn’t call me any names, so I thought I was good. But I really wondered what that meant. I had never felt that way before and didn’t understand why my dick reacted when they hit my ass with the towel. When I got out of the shower into the locker room, some of my classmates laughed at the red mark on my ass, so I quickly changed and left for the next class. One of those boys who had just attacked me was Markus and he was a real jock type of guy. He was the most muscular guy in our class. He played football and was really fit and athletic. We kind of looked up to him because he was so good at every sport and he had already had quite a big dick (I never measured, even though I would get to know it soon quite intimately, but I would guess around 5” soft and quite thick. He was a grower, so fully hard it was 8”), most certainly the biggest of our class, and a full bush of blond pubic hair. He had an athletic haircut (short but stylish) and of course blond hair and blue eyes. The girls in our class adored him, and every athlete looked up to him. But he also could be quite the bully and he knew how to be the king of the class and get what he wanted. The other one, Philipp, was one of his friends, brown hair. He wasn’t bad to look at either, more athletic than muscular. Soft his dick seemed smaller than Markus’, but that might have been because it wasn’t that thick. I liked him more, he also was friendlier when Markus was not around. His He just followed along when Markus decided who would be the next one – in my case – getting slapped by a towel. I, really, couldn’t concentrate the rest of the day but thankfully we didn’t have any tests. Again and again, my thoughts went back to the moment when they had slapped me the first time and every single time I felt my dick grow. In our second break I only thought about the encounter and my dick stayed so hard, that it almost hurt. I didn’t dare going to the restroom and jack myself off out of fear of being caught. So I just rearranged my privates and went back to class. Thankfully, the school ended at 1PM and I finally could go home. I ran into my room stripped before I could close the door and beat my meat so furiously that one could fear that I would rip my foreskin apart. I thought about being slapped and the thought of Markus and Philipp towering over me after they had violated my body brought me over the edge. I was so horny the rest of the day that I had to jerk four more times before I went to bed and once in the morning as my morning boner wouldn’t go down any other way. I didn’t understand why this turned me on so much. Never before had I had such a thought, when I beat off before it always was quite vanilla if I thought about anything at all. The rest of the week went by ok. We didn’t have any sports so I wasn’t tempted. But to be honest I was afraid of having to shower with my class again. But the next PE-class came the next week. I had decided beforehand that I would take my time before I got under the shower – maybe the others would hurry and I wouldn’t be attacked again. So I only went under the shower when some of my classmates already returned. But there I noticed that the only free shower was right next to Markus who as usually presented himself to us. I still think that he got off on those peeks and the jealous expression of his classmates. And he really didn’t have anything to hide. I sighed quietly got out of my underwear and under the free shower. I tried to hurry but while I was washing my body and hair I noticed that he was really slowly and carefully soaping his privates. It seemed like he was enjoying his hands on his dick. I knew I shouldn’t look but I also could not avert my eyes and thankfully he had his closed. But him noticing wasn’t the only danger. My cock was one as well, as I felt it getting harder and harder while I watched Markus cleaning himself almost being hypnotized by him. I could see that he had a Semi at least. When I heard one on my friends calling me, I snapped out of my trance and quickly turned my body away from Markus. I didn’t dare leaving the room so none of my classmates would see that I got hard and I tried my best thinking about the weirdest things just to have my dick go down. Thankfully, soon after Markus was done took his towel and with a sneer in my direction he left the shower. Soon after my erection finally subsided and I quickly grabbed my towel dried myself off and put my underwear back on. I quickly went into the locker room, changed and hurried to class as I was already late. During the next few hours, I couldn’t think about much else than Markus’ glorious dick and the way he treated it. I still wasn’t sure why or that I was gay, but I knew that something about this dick made me twitch in my chair. I must have been quite uneasy in class and it seemed that I was noticed having my hands under the table quite often because I heard some snickering which made me blush a littler and stop what I was doing. Again, I couldn’t wait getting home and beating myself off this time not thinking about being slapped but about the way Markus treated his magnificent cock. I’m still not sure how often I came that day but I know that my parents almost walked in on me when dinner was ready. Now I dreaded next week’s PE. I knew I wouldn’t be able to control my cock if I saw him again under the shower, slowly soaping his almost Escort Erzincan perfect body and his long thick cock. So the only thing I could think about the next couple of days was: how I would be able to prevent it. And then it came to me. When PE class was finished the next week I volunteered to help get everything sorted again. As there were some items which needed to be returned it took some time and when I got up to the locker room I was relieved that only one of my classmates was left – at least I saw his clothes he seemed to be in the shower still. Quickly I grabbed my towel and went to the showers. In hindsight I maybe could have noticed that no other shower was running, but I was just relieved that my plan had succeeded. I was just soaping my body when I heard a noise “Maybe my classmate just left”, I thought. Then I rinsed my body. Out of nowhere a towel slapped my ass and while I screamed out in pain I heard Markus’ voice: “Faggot! Did you think you could escape me?” Then another hit followed that hurt even more. When I tried to cover my ass he went to my side and slapped my stomach and dick. “Haha, I knew it.”, I heard him say while my eyes filled with tears of pain. “I knew you liked getting slapped by me. My eyes didn’t betray me two weeks ago that you got hard, when I slapped you the first time. Your tiny little dick is hard even now.” Then I felt it myself. My dick did not hurt because he had slapped me there, it hurt because it was hard as a rock. “Oh, I’m loving it! Finally, I have a little faggot for myself when no pussies are around and I need it. So get on your knees! Now!” Mark continued. I didn’t. I tried to maintain some kind of self-respect. “I’m not…” I started to say but before I could finish my sentence another slap hit my belly with the towel and I writhed in pain. “If you don’t want me to tell everyone that you got hard while I slapped you, and that you pervved on me under the shower last week, do as I said. Get on your knees!” “No!” I answered when the pain subsided. Then he hit my balls with his foot. I stumbled and fell on my knees holding my stomach and balls. “Better!” He said “You shouldn’t disobey me, faggot, even though you seem to like the consequences.” Pointing at my still hard cock. “Did you think I didn’t notice that you almost came last week watching me cleaning myself. Did you think I didn’t notice that you had a hardon almost the entire rest of the day and that you couldn’t get home fast enough. I don’t want to know what you did then, but I know you want my dick.” Then I noticed that he had moved one of his legs between mine. “Don’t deny it. It will hurt if you do. And your tiny thing between your legs speaks volumes that I’m right. I would not have thought that you were a cocksucker before I noticed you getting hard when we slapped you. And last week I made sure, that you were. Did you think the shower next to me was empty without purpose? Well it wasn’t. Now you can taste what you dreamed of since last week.” With that he grabbed my hair and pressed my head against his cock. It smelled good actually, as he had showered before, but still I tried to struggle and when I opened my mouth to protest He hit me in the balls again while holding my body to prevent me collapsing. “I don’t care what you say you don’t want. I want you to smell what a real man smells like. And I want you to taste me. Now get your tongue out and lick my cock or do I have to hit you again?” I kind of resigned in my fate. I knew I couldn’t escape him. He was to strong. But I wasn’t sure anymore if I wanted to escape him anyway. My instincts took over and when he pressed my head against his cock again I slowly opened my mouth and licked the base of his cock once. It felt amazing. I still struggled a little but not as forcefully anymore when he moved my head so I could look up to him. “I knew you would like it, fag. Now get those lips on it.” I didn’t really know what he meant by that, so this time, he slapped my face. “Open your mouth or are you doing this for the first time?” And when I blushed, he knew. “So, you’re not only a pervy cocksucker but you’re also a virgin? I will have so much fun with you! Now open your mouth I will show you what to do!” I slowly opened it and then felt how he pushed his cock into my throat. Slowly but steadily. It didn’t take much when I started to gag and in doing so I almost bit him. He quickly pulled out, slapped me again and yelled “No teeth, dammit, if you don’t want me to knock them out. Now open up again.” Again he pushed his cock in my mouth this time almost as far as the last time. “Now use your tongue on my cockhead when you can’t get more in your mouth.” I heard him moaning while I did that and for me it began to feel really good having a cock in your mouth. Somehow my hands just wandered to my dick, I needed to release some pressure. But he noticed it too, pulled out and hit my balls again – not very hard this time. “I know that you might want to touch your dicklet enjoying a real man’s dick, but I won’t have it. You’re here to pleasure me and not yourself. So get your hands on my cock and work it with your hands and tongue.” With that he pushed his cockhead into my mouth again, this time a little further, and I felt almost like gagging again, while I also slowly jerked the base of his cock. He moaned a little louder. “Yes, go ahead, that’s how a dick should be worked.” He moaned while he pushed further and simultaneously, hit my balls. Not too hard, but enough that the pain stopped the gag reflex for a short time. Then he started to slowly fuck my mouth holding my head firmly in place but bushing my hands from his dick. “Oh shit, that feels so good, little faggot.” While I actually didn’t do anything anymore. He controlled me completely. And during that I asked myself: “How the hell did I end up in this situation?” ————- End of part 1 I hope you liked the first part. Again if you have any comments or want to help proofread it, please send me an email!

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