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From: shattered_mind@hotmail.com (SJTJ)
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Subject: {ASSM} A Touch of Art - Chap. 2 (F+/M, Fdom, bd, exhib, cbt)
Date: Fri, 10 May 2002 10:10:05 -0400
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This story is incomplete. Any comments or constructive criticism is 
welcome.

If I get enough of a response I will continue this story.

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(c)2002 copyright by SJTJ (aka Naive)
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No one has the right to alter distribute or sell this story with out my 
written permission. I do hear by give the right to copy, give, or display 
this story to anyone who wants it. Changes and follow-up stories should 
have my permission. Any grammatical or spelling changes are permissible as 
long as it does not change the ideas or concept.
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This story is intended for mature audiences. You must be 18 or older to 
read this story. This story may contain violence and sexual content. If 
this subject matter offends please DO NOT read. Thank you.
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A Touch of Art (Chapter 2)
By Naive, shattered_mind@hotmail.com

        Roger could hear the door open and the voices of the young women as 
they came into the room. A few gasps and giggles floated to him as he 
fidgeted and tried to lose the bonds. Suddenly a voice came to him, he 
could feel the hot breath as the woman spoke into his ear, "I'm going to 
enjoy teaching you this year Roger, as are all the other teacher you have." 
It was Mrs. Rawlings his calculus teacher; what was she doing here?

        "Your going to do so well this semester." He could here the laugh 
in a new voice. It was Mrs. Tyler his English professor. It didn't take 
long for him to realize that all his professors this semester were female. 
Was all this really a trap for him? He felt so helpless trapped in the 
chair. A few tears escaped as the frustration welled inside.

        "Poor Roger, you must feel so betrayed. It's okay to feel that way, 
because you have been." Ronda whispered into his ear. He hadn't heard her 
return. "But, you'll be much happier in the end really. Try to accept what 
life has given to you. Your now free of all the responsibilities of a 
normal life now." She patted him on the shoulder and went to address the 
class. "This morning we finally have reached the point in the class that 
you've all been waiting for. The hands on section. As you start to draw, 
feel free to come up and examine our young model so you can feel exactly 
what your drawing. Also for those working in colors you can come up and 
make sure that you have a colorful working subject. If the model becomes a 
little rowdy feel free to punish him." Roger could feel Ronda's grip on 
testicles as she pulled them up hard. "These are the easiest tools for the 
job. Please try hard not to cause any permanent damage." Roger tried hard 
to stop as much pressure as possible, but he had no room to follow the 
movement. He was strapped down tight. It almost felt like she was trying to 
pull them off. All Roger could do was whimper into his gag. "Let me 
demonstrate some of the best techniques." With that she drop his nuts, he 
could feel a deep throb of pain, but was relieved to have them released. 
"The first is the common punch." Roger felt Ronda's fist slam into his 
groin and behind the gag he yelped in pain. It was like lightning flaring 
up his spine. He tried to curl up but he was strapped down tight he could 
lean over though and tried hard to move his head down far enough to protect 
his groin. 

        "Now, now Roger it wasn't that bad.", Ronda said as she pulled a 
strap from just beneath the head rest and wrapped it around his neck. Roger 
could feel it starting to choke him as Ronda pulled back. He tried to hold 
out but flecks of light started to appear in his eyes and a weak feeling 
came over him till he finally leaned back. Ronda tightened the collar so he 
couldn't lean forward anymore. "That's better."

        "As I was saying the punch works nicely." Again Ronda's fist 
slammed into his jewels but Roger could only tight up, he tried to curl up 
again involuntarily, but the choke collar kept him from moving to far. 
"Also, theirs the upper cut, and the downward smash." Her small hard 
knuckles rammed hard into his sac Roger gagged and begged into the gag but 
no one cared. Pain was his world: Both the punches came so quick that the 
pain was just all their was. Tears seeped from the gag as the pain was too 
much to hold back. "It won't last too much longer dear." Ronda whispered in 
his ear as she wiped away some of the tears. Moving back to her position 
Ronda pulled a metal rod that moved Rogers legs farther apart. To him it 
felt like she was ripping his legs off. It also moved his body into a 
position closer to standing.

        "We also have the knee." Ronda brought her knee hard into his nuts 
and could feel them compress. She liked the feeling, so did it a second 
then third time. Roger screamed into the gag as nausea swept through him. 
His fingers and toes curled up as he tried to fight the pain. His 
consciousness wavered but he clung to it. He could feel his body convulsing 
as he tried hard not to retch. Pulling the bar it moved him back into the 
sitting position. Roger's heart was racing and he could feel the constant 
ache in his groin. "The squeeze works well." Ronda grab his jewels and 
could tell that they had swollen in the short little session. He would get 
tougher she thought with a little smile. Her grip tightened and Roger 
started to fidget in his seat. He couldn't get away from the ever 
increasing pain. He begged into the gag as she tightened her grip and 
struggled with his bonds but the pain just kept getting worse. It felt like 
someone had set his groin on fire and he could do nothing. His body started 
to shake as the pain got worse. Again the flecks of lights returned and 
subsumed him. Consciousness fled from the bodily pain. Ronda watched as his 
head slumped but his body would still react to her she knew. "And last the 
front kick." She thought for a second about removing her heels, but thought 
what the hell: she landed square in his sac and his body grunted as the 
pain kept coming. Tears flowed from under the blindfold and shattered on 
the hard wood of the dais. Ronda was glad that he was wearing the blindfold 
- she would hate to have seen the hurt, betrayed look as he suffered. It 
took a while for it to move to resigned. She preferred that better. "Now 
class I must go. Mrs. Bird will be in charge. She's a nurse and will tell 
you when to stop and when it's okay. If you don't listen you will be 
removed from the class for the rest of the semester." Stroking Roger's 
flaccid cock she started to get it to rise until he was completely hard. 
"And would you really want to miss this? Sheila, your in charge of keeping 
him up. Tie a string to his toys and pull when you need to help him keep 
focus." Ronda walked to the door and left, "Good day class."

        It didn't take long for the class to start full swing. Mrs. Bird 
declared that today he would not be able to be punished again. As she 
fondled his balls in her hand. Girl after girl came up and stroked him 
played with him, and some even tasted him. After a while Roger came to, and 
could hear the girls talking about "clean shaven", but he was clean shaven. 
He was very anal about keeping his look clean and professional. Suddenly he 
heard the sound of shaving cream, but the didn't put it on his face. He 
could feel many hands rubbing and stroking him as they lathered up his cock 
and balls. Suddenly, he was pulled back to that standing position, and he 
could feel the cream being lathered on him all the way to his ass. All he 
could think was they wouldn't. Then he felt the lather spreading as they 
covered more and more of him. He could hear the girls laughing as they 
rubbed him down; he could do nothing but lie there. His cock was hard and 
he could feel pre-cum on the tip as someone kept blowing on it. But, he 
didn't panic until he heard someone say, "here's the strait razor."

        "Stop struggling, I don't want to slip and cut something off." 
Roger heard a round of giggles as the blade touch his shaft. He froze dead 
still. The razor moved slowly down his shaft from head to base - over and 
over again. It was an odd feeling. Roger could feel the air moving over his 
skin and his cock pulsed with the air. Someone gripped his balls. "Don't 
move! I don't want to cut you." Roger held still but was in pain the person 
gripped his balls like they were holding a sack of candy and were afraid 
that someone was going to take it from them. He could feel the bite of the 
string as whom ever tied it tight to something on the chair, so they could 
do the back of it. He could feel the blade pressed tight to him. He 
couldn't even breath hard, sure the blade would cut him. He could hear the 
splash of water as they cleaned the blade after every stroke. It seemed to 
last forever as the blade moved away and back.

        "Good Job." He heard Mrs. Bird say as the girl finished shaving his 
cock. "Next." Was all she said as he felt a horror come over him that he 
was going to be shaved by random girls.

        "I'm glad your awake for this. I had to promise two girls A(s) to 
be able to shave you." He could feel the blade touch his sac. "I hope you 
appreciate that." Roger nodded quickly. "Good" Mrs. Rawlings said, "You'll 
get an A too I'm sure." Suddenly his cock jumped free as she cut the string 
to get to his balls. The blade moved slowly over his sac as she pulled it 
tight, his balls trapped against the bottom. He could feel the precise 
pressure as she rubbed the blade over his left nut. Her fingers moved to 
grip the center of it and he could feel her tight fingers gripping it as 
the blade moved over it. She squeezed tighter as she rubbed more shaving 
cream over it and started to shave that side of his sac again. Roger had to 
try hard not to flinch in her grip, it was like she was trying to pop it 
with her finger and thumb. He was sure that she would be able to feel her 
fingers through his nut soon, but her grip kept tightening. His body 
started to shake as her fingers tightened. All of a sudden her fingers 
clamped down hard: Roger jerked in pain, but another pain caught him: he 
could feel the blade bite into flesh.

        "Damn, look at the blood. Can you stop it Mrs. Bird?" Roger could 
feel hot liquid running down his leg; he panicked. Thrashing against his 
bonds he used all his strength to get free. They were just going to watch 
as he was tied there and bleed to death. Roger cocked his arm as well as he 
could and started to pull the bonds on his right arm. He could feel the 
leather stretching and the pain in his arm was excruciating, but he had to 
get free. His heart pumped and he could feel the adrenaline flowing through 
him. The leather snapped and he could feel one of the bones in his arm 
crack or break as he pulled it loose. The women in the room started to 
scream and run, caught up in his fear and anger. As he reached over to 
loose the strap on his other arm, pain racked through his head. Then again 
- all went black. Ms. Bird dropped the art book, she instructed the others 
to calm down as she looked at the now wounded young man. After announcing 
class was over she started to untie Roger so she could check him over. She 
hoped that he was not seriously hurt - if he was they would all be in for 
allot of trouble.

(c)2002 copyright by SJTJ (aka Naive)
Naive

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