A FUCKING LIFE

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

[ part 7 ]

From the Beginning

Dan walked me out to the car and we rode back to pick up the others in silence. I was deep in thought about how things had progressed for me. My episode with Mr. Flint had sent me back to when I first realized another teacher of mine was being turned on by my body...

School of course started, as it always did, and the five of us that were “house kids” had sort of formed our own clique. We hung around with only each other and very few others ever talked to us. We had something in common that the rest of the class had no clue about; only speculation and gossip.

The classes seemed to drone on forever. When the weekend hit, we had our clients to take care of, and money to make. I think I made my first grand that weekend. By the end of that month, I had socked away just under five grand in cash. Not bad for a ten-year-old.

It was reaching into October when I first noticed the stirrings from my math teacher, Mr. Martin. I caught him looking at my ass once when I was at the blackboard. I smiled at the attention, but didn’t return any looks. I let it go for the time being.

For the rest of that week, I allowed him to stare all he wanted, and each time a tent formed in his pants. He wanted me, and I knew it, but I was making him wait for me a little longer. I do enjoy teasing. It’s really a lost art form now.

Anyway, after a weekend of not working (my parents took me and my brothers out of town), I was pretty horned up on Monday morning. I was getting used to having a cock either up my ass or down my throat. I was needed one in a bad way.

Class was normal, as normal gets, until math class. During class, I flirted a lot with Mr. Martin. It was almost obvious. It was obvious to Randy and Mickey, who were watching the banter. The rest of the day, they teased me to no end.

Finally, I said as quietly as possible, “I’m horny, you assholes. I need a good hard one, okay?” They snickered, but the subject was dropped immediately.

After my last class, English, I made my way to Mr. Martin’s room. As I opened the door, quietly, I saw he had his back to the empty classroom. I saw him stroking something in front of him with his right hand. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was stroking. I walked up to his desk without making a sound and waited for him to finish his wanking job. When I got close to him, I heard him quietly talking to himself. “I’m gonna fuck the living shit outta you, boy. You feel that? Stop your crying; you love this, don’t you? You little fucking cocktease. Take it, boy, and shut up, or I’m gonna whip the living shit outta you.” With every sentence he stroked harder and harder on his cock.

When it seemed like it was going to take a long ass time, I decided to end his masturbation session with a slight cough. He wheeled his chair around faster than a bullet. I smiled at the look of pure terror on his face. I looked at his cock in his hand. The thing seemed to wilt faster than a dying leaf in autumn.

“Don’t stop on my account, Mr. Martin,” I said still smiling at his embarrassment. He still didn’t move. I walked around the desk and knelt down in front of him. Moving his hand aside, I took his deflating cock in my mouth and sucked him back to full staff. His hips began to move in rhythm of my sucking him. I stopped sucking him once he was fully hardened and pulled off him.

“What’s wrong, Scotty?” He asked, looking down at me.

“Nothing, Mr. Martin; I just thought I heard to say that you were gonna fuck the living shit outta me. That’s all.” I said with a teasing smile. “You know, I did lock the door on the way in, sir.”

I don’t think I’ve seen a person move so fast before. Before I knew it, he grabbed my waist, picked me up and threw me over the edge of his desk. Forgetting all else, my pants were yanked down to my ankles and my underpants were literally torn off my young ass.

The teacher turned animal then spat on his hand and wiped it in the crack of my ass. Losing precious little time, he lined his eight inch cock up to the entrance of my back door, and lunged forward.

“Huh,” I said as he pressed into me and air escaped from my lungs. I pushed my body up off his desk as his cock penetrated me to try to get a better angle from his engorged prick. But he would have none of that. He reached around and pulled my hands back out from under me, forcing my head back down to his desk.

With his cock fully buried in my ass, he pulled my arms behind my back and crossed them over each other. Each of my hands was touching the opposite elbows. He held onto my forearms with one hand, making sure I didn’t move them (as if I would), and with the other, he pulled his belt out of his trousers. I felt him reach down and pull my own belt out of my pants as well.

My smaller belt was wrapped around my forearms, while his was used to immobilize upper arms. As he pulled it tight, my arms were forced down by the pressure, twisting my belt around my forearms. I heard him open a drawer from his desk, and when I looked to see what he was doing, there was a rope in his hand. It was wrapped around my waist twice, just at the point where my wrists had ended up. The rope secured my arms to my back to making it impossible to move them. My hands ended up resting at the top of my buttocks.

“That outta hold you,” he said with a satisfied grin. What he didn’t know, but was coming to realize, was that this was what I was craving from someone. It had been a week and I needed a good hard fuck. Mr. Martin was giving that to me. I smiled at nothing.

He stood back up after securing my arms, grabbed the belt around my biceps, pushed into my back, and then began withdrawing from my backside. I kept smiling at nothing, just feeling the intense sensation of a hard cock that was going to ream my asshole out. I don’t think my ten-year-old asshole was designed to accept an adult cock, but my lust was not listening to its protests.

Mr. Martin didn’t waste anymore time. Once he was fully withdrawn from me, to his cockhead, he shoved his massive pole back inside. I loved every second of it. The animal had fully taken over him as his lunges got longer, quicker and harder.

Air was being forced out of my lungs at every thrust of his hips. My own hardened cock was being squashed between my crotch and the edge of his desk. My arms were sore from the belts and ropes being used to restrain them. I felt my legs turning to jelly as the edge of his desk cut off some of my circulation of blood. My asshole was screaming for him to stop the constant onslaught of his cock. I was aware of all of this, but I was also aware of how much I was enjoying it.

It seemed to take hours before I felt him make that final, animalistic lunge that told me he was cumming, but in reality it was just over a half an hour. The sound that escaped his lungs was more of a low growl. We were still in school, after all, so he couldn’t get too wild.

When he finished, he collapsed on my back to rest. I let my legs slide down a little, trying to get some blood back down there. As he came (forgive the pun again) back to his senses, he looked down at his student, lying across his desk, tied up, and his wilting cock still buried in his asshole.

“Well, I think that’ll teach you to tease me again,” he said with a satisfaction in his voice. I turned to look at him in the face. The smug look said everything.

I decided to burst his bubble a little.

“I don’t think so, Mr. Martin. I do this all the time. I needed a good hard fuck. Although, I normally charge for the pleasure of fucking me, this was something special for me. Plus you could grow your cock a little, it was a bit small.” I knew that would get him.

“Why you little slut,” he said with a sort of half angry, half stunned look on his face.

I smiled at his acknowledgement of the facts and turned to face him.

“I also enjoy someone sucking my cock, you know,” I said with a sly smile.

This was something I had experienced before with some of my clients. Some of them don’t even fuck me; they just want to suck my cock. One night, I had three clients in a row that all they did was suck me off. Each of them sucked me to three dry orgasms that night. I went home on wobbly legs and went to sleep immediately at the Potter’s house.

Anyway, back to Mr. Martin. I was guessing that he would probably blow me for no reason other than having a preteen cock to suck on. I was right.

As he moved to my immature sex, I saw that he was going for what I asked, so I opened my legs to allow him access. I reared my head back as warmth engulfed my hard rod. His tongue slid the length of my staff as his lips collided with my hairless groin. My hands moved on their own accord to grab his hair as the sensations flooded my brain. I began to instinctively move my hips in rhythm with his mouth. As the feelings built in intensity, he sucked my cock harder and faster until an overpowering, earth-shattering, mind-blowing eruption surged through my body. My head flew back and I couldn’t help but let a howl escape into the schoolroom.

As I came down from my own euphoric high, I realized his hand had shot up and covered my mouth. I didn’t know I had been that loud when I came.

“I didn’t know I was that loud, Mr. Martin,” I said as I moved his hand away.

“That’s okay, Sc-,” was all he got out.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?” We had forgotten to lock the other door to his classroom, and the principal, Mr. Tyson, was standing in the doorway. Being a larger man, he intimidated most of the teachers, not to mention us kids.

Both Mr. Martin and I jumped about three feet in the air as his words assaulted us. I moved off his table at lightning speed. Of course that didn’t help our case as dried pink cum was still glued to the inside of my legs. I bent over and pulled my pants up as fast as possible, but not before Mr. Tyson saw the cum.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO THIS BOY?” His voice seemed to get louder, if that was possible. I saw Mr. Martin flinch and shrink into his chair. He probably thought he was dead. The look on his face was utter terror at the situation.

I was not going to let this get any worse.

“Mr. Tyson,” I stammered, “please don’t be mad.” He looked down at me and his face softened.

“I’m not mad at you, Scotts. Mr. Martin is the one I’m mad at, not you.”

Again with another fucking nickname.

Yes, I had been in his office already. It was an honest error, sort of. I “accidentally” walked into the girl’s bathroom and got sent to his office. He let me off with a warning, but kept a closer eye on me. He was going to keep an even closer eye on me after this was over. I just was hoping that I could save Mr. Martin’s ass, literally.

“But Mr. Tyson, I let him do those things to me, Sir,” I said in the most innocent way possible.

“You what?”

“I wanted him to fuck me, Sir,” I said with some more conviction. Besides, I figured it was now time to pull out both guns. I think his jaw could have hit the ground if he wasn’t so tall.

“You gotta be kidding, Scotts. He had to do something to you,” he said, incredulously.

“No, Sir, I’m not kidding. I wanted him, actually, needed him, to fuck me, and I knew he wanted me, so I took the chance. He didn’t force me into anything. Please don’t be mad at him or me. Please don’t fire him. I trust him.” I said that last part with teary eyes. I was getting desperate. The look on his face was telling me that he wasn’t totally buying what I was trying to sell him. So I reached down and pulled out the tears. It worked.

He knelt down and wiped my eyes clear before talking again.

“Why did you need him to do that to you?”

I shrugged my shoulders before I answered him. “I dunno, I guess it had been a while, and I guess I needed it.” He looked me straight in the eye before turning back to Mr. Martin.

“In my office, Bill. Now.” Mr. Martin got up and walked out the door after him. I was left standing there in the room. Neither man said a word to me as they both walked out. I didn’t know if I was to follow or not. I chose to follow, quietly.

When I got to the principal’s office, I heard the two men talking behind the closed door, but there was not shouting, thankfully. I put my ear to the door to see if I could make out anything being said. It was then that I heard the principal very clearly.

“See, I told you that kid wanted it. Didn’t I, Bill?”

“Yeah, you did Ned; you did, and thanks for the heart attack, by the way.”

“Oh, that? Just a joke, Bill. Where do you think the little fuck toy is now?”

“Probably on his way home, worried about my job,” he said and then laughed a little at his joke.

I had heard enough. I threw the door opened to face the two men. Mr. Tyson was behind his desk and Mr. Martin was sitting in the couch opposite him. The two turn quickly to look at the intruder.

“This was a set up?” I yelled at Mr. Martin. I felt like I had been used and didn’t know it. He smiled at me. That infuriated me further.

“No, Scotty, this was not a set up. Mr. Tyson caught you looking at my crotch one day and told me that you might want to see me up close. Neither one of us knew that you liked to get fucked a lot.” He walked over to me and knelt down to look at me eye-level before continuing. “You were the best fuck I ever had, Scotty. I enjoyed every second of it. And I know that you enjoyed your blowjob. Let’s call it square, okay?”

“No, Sir, it’s not okay. I trusted you,” answered him back. Tears were filling my eyes again, and they were real ones this time. I felt more and more like I had been betrayed. I didn’t like this new feeling at all.

He moved to hug me, and I backed away from him. I didn’t want him touching me again. I turned to run out the door to the outer office, but a ‘click’ sound locked me in. He reached me in no time. I was picked up and hauled back into the principal’s office. Mr. Martin slammed me down on the couch he had just vacated. When I got up, I saw both men were undressing and I realized that I was really in trouble.

Mr. Tyson cleared the top of his desk with one sweep of his long arm and I was dragged over to it. Mr. Martin pushed me back down and Mr. Tyson pulled my arms towards him, stretching me over the top of the desk. My crotch had hit the edge of the desk as I was thrown into it. Mr. Martin now ripped my jeans down to my ankles and forced my legs apart as best as the material would let them.

I tightened up my sphincter muscles to make it more difficult for him to get inside my ass this time. When I felt his cockhead at the entrance, I then clenched my buttcheeks together to make it even more difficult. He slapped one cheek with the belt of his pants, and then the other on the back swing.

As the belt continued to rain down strikes, my ass became more and more enflamed, until there was no point in resisting them. I was going to get another reaming. Even after I relaxed my asscheeks, he continued to whip my ass, and I could do nothing to stop it. I screamed, cried and begged him to stop. Nothing made a difference. He still whipped me until Mr. Tyson told him to stop.

“We don’t want to leave too many marks on the boy, Bill,” he told my assailant.

“Did you see what the little shit tried to do, Ned?”

“I saw, Bill, but we don’t need an investigation. There are others, you know,” he said to him. It seemed like a mixture of a warning and reminder to Mr. Martin. He stopped the whipping. “Just fuck the kid so I can have my turn and we can get outta here, okay?”

He lined himself back up to my asshole again and shoved his meaty cock inside me for the second time. If I was wanting a fucking, I was going to get one; two, in fact.

“Uhhh!” Air again escaped from my lungs as he bottomed out inside me. My pelvis was hit against the principal’s desk as his crotch made contact. If the last fuck was hard, it was nothing in comparison to the one I was about to get from him this time around. He would shove it in, and ground his hips into my asscheeks just to make sure he was all the way in before pulling back out for another thrust.

Mr. Tyson held my wrists tight across his desk with one hand and began to lower his own trousers with the other. When I saw his hunk of meat, I had to gasp. It wasn’t very long, maybe six or seven inches, but the girth on that thing was going to rip me in two. I was not looking forward to taking him up my ass, or down my throat for that matter.

As Mr. Martin continued to pummel my backside, I slipped into my nether world of my imagination to escape the assault of my two teachers. In my own world, I was king. In my own world, I fucked anything and everything I wanted, and no one got close to getting anything in my asshole. I was king.

I was living like a king when I felt a really sharp pain from my asshole that told me Mr. Martin had finished and the thick log of Mr. Tyson was being force-fed to my guts. Having Mr. Tyson reach up and grab my shoulders to steady himself, told me I was in for an even worse time than I thought.

I couldn’t go back to being a king again as the pain from his wide cock was doing just as I thought; splitting me in two. I squirmed around, trying to avoid the onslaught he was delivering me, but nothing was helping. Mr. Martin had taken up the post of holding me down to the desk while his boss was ramming me. The look of pure lust on his face told me that this was going to be the first of many such encounters with these two.

I closed my eyes and just tried to deal with it as best as possible while Mr. Tyson slammed into me. It was impossible to fathom how long it took my principal to cum, but it seemed like another eternity. But, inevitable as always, I felt him pump his load into my intestines.

I sagged on the edge of his desk, not moving. I wanted to be anywhere but right here, right then.

“Close the door when you leave, Scotts,” Mr. Tyson said as the two men walked out of the room and out of the school together.

I crumpled to the floor as I heard the cars drive away from the building. I wanted a fuck; I guess I got one. I was certainly satisfied; that was for sure. I felt a bit like a rag that was used and thrown away. I was used to that feeling; it was what my clients mainly did to me. I just wasn’t used to it from a teacher and principal. But did that make a difference? I guess not, I thought.

I pulled my pants back up and walked out of the building to go home. I walked and thought about what had just happened. Did it hurt? Sure, but I got what I was looking for. I guess I felt as if I could handle anything if I could handle what had just happened. I smiled at myself as I continued to walk home.

“Something funny, boy?” I looked at where the question came from to find Rudy walking toward me.

“Nothin’ you’d understand, Rudy,” I countered. For some reason, Rudy and I didn’t ever get along. But then he never got along with any of us.

“Oooooo,” he mocked me. “Boy has an attitude. Maybe Mr. Tyson or Mr. Martin will have to change that with another session.”

Son of a bitch! This was making sense, now.

“You told them, didn’t you?”

“Quick, boy, quick,” he shot back at me.

“Thanks,” I retorted. I turned to walk around him to finish heading home when he cut me off.

“Move, Rudy,” I told him.

“Not till you say, ‘please’.”

“Please move, Rudy,” I said with a sigh. I was really tired after my ordeal and just wanting to get home.

He didn’t move, and I was not in the mood for any more of his stupid games. I side-stepped him to get around him, but he moved again to block my path.

“What now, Rudy?” I asked, getting more frustrated with him by the minute.

“I want your ass, boy.”

“I’m too tired for that right now, Rudy; maybe some other time.”

I tried to step around him again, and he grabbed me by the arm and threw me into a set of bushes that was by someone’s house.

I landed on my side and turned onto my back just in time to see him push his way through the bushes. I already mentioned that I was not in the mood for any of his shit. Now I really wasn’t in the mood for this. With anger boiling, I lashed out at him.

I kicked him in the groin, hard. He didn’t see or expect it coming, so he was caught completely off guard. If there was one thing that being in this business had taught me, it was that balls are sensitive; very sensitive.

He doubled over onto all fours and I kicked his face with the bottom of my shoe. He reeled from that and fell on his back. I got up and stomped on his groin as his hands flew to his face. I used my entire weight behind that stomp, causing even more pain to shoot through his body.

Balling up my fists, I launched into another facial attack. I was pissed, and I was letting him know it. I made contact with his nose, mouth, cheeks and eyes. You name it, I hit it. I made sure he was going to know he was in a fight.

After several hits to his face, I made one final strike to his groin and one to his diaphragm, taking the wind out of his lungs. I turned and ran away from him as fast as possible, just in case that he wasn’t as hurt as I thought.

At this point, going home was not an option. It was Dan Potter that I needed to talk to first. He was the only one who was going to listen to the story I had to tell.

I ran as if hell itself was on my heels, arriving at the Potter’s house within minutes. I pounded on the door while nursing a stitch in my side. Amy opened the door for me and was immediately shocked by what she saw. I asked if Dan was here, and she said he was in the living room.

I went in and sat down. I told him everything that had happened that afternoon. The more I talked, the redder his face got. When I told him that Rudy had told Mr. Tyson about me, he almost came unglued.

“Where is that little son of a bitch?”

“He’s lying in a bush next to someone’s house. I don’t know who’s.”

“Why?” He asked.

“Because he attacked me and tried to rape me. I kicked him in the groin and punched him in the face. Then I ran here to tell you.”

“You did the right thing, Scott,” he said with a smile.

At least he called me by my real name.

Just as he was about to go out, Rudy stumbled in, and he didn’t look good. I had done some real damage to the asshole.

Good; he deserves it.

He tried to lie about it. He told them he was attacked by several guys, but Dan and Amy didn’t believe him for a second. Dan grabbed him by the back of the neck and practically threw him downstairs to the dungeon. I didn’t see Rudy again until after Christmas, and even that was too soon for me. Apparently, Dan sent him to live with Dan’s brother in Seattle. He returned a changed teen, but not much for the better.

Dan contacted Mr.’s Tyson and Martin and laid down the law with them about having me. I was only to please them if I wanted, and they were to pay me for my time. So, occasionally, I got called to the office for no reason, but the class didn’t think so.

My thoughts returned to the present as the car pulled into the driveway with all boys present and accounted for. We walked inside for a good night’s sleep. I was going to return to my house after school the next day. Hopefully, my bruises won’t show.