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Subject: {ASSM} ST: "Teacher - Part Forty-Six" (nc, mc, M/t/b, fist)
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Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2007 03:10:03 -0500
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TEACHER - PART FORTY-SIX

By Daemon Way

daemonway@yahoo.ca

	Jacob Schuller stroked his upper lip, first the right
side and then the left, running the tip of his index
finger along his stiff, narrow moustache.  It was a
nervous habit he'd developed while studying for his
Masters degree in Berlin a couple years ago.  At the
moment, Jacob Schuller was very nervous.  This had
really been Cory Wilson's idea, not his, and he was
having serious second thoughts as he glanced around
the school yard and at the main doors of the school
once again.  Cory could be very convincing.  He had
also said the boy would be waiting for him.  Only a
minute had passed by since he'd pulled up, but he was
not a patient man at the best of times, and this was
dangerous.  As the big doors opened, he tensed,
fearing it might be the school principal or a teacher
coming to ask him why he was loitering at the Clarence
Daw Elementary School.
	It was a boy fitting the description Cory had given
him, average height and weight for a grade two
student, about four feet tall and fifty pounds, but
with gorgeous blond hair, curly, thick and long,
extending down to his collar and over his ears and in
a bang over his forehead, and with beautiful, deep
blue eyes.  He was the type of boy whose looks
instantly melted women's hearts and stiffened
boylover's cocks.  The boy glanced around, as if
looking for someone, and then looking straight at him,
he dashed over.  Boys at that age never walked, or
even just ran, they dashed.
	"You Mister Schuller?" the boy asked, poking his head
in the open window on the passenger side.
	"Yes, I am."
	"Kewel!" the boy responded, his bright face growing
even brighter as he broke into a wide smile.  He had
large, beautiful white teeth.
	"You must be Jonah.  Throw your backpack in the back
seat."  Even in Grade Two students had begun carrying
their school work in huge backpacks.  Doctors were
reporting more and more cases of back problems among
students.  Mind you the boy's was not that huge.  One
of those gaudy coloured little kid ones, orange and
yellow and red, with one of those cartoon characters
from Saturday morning TV or Saturday afternoon
matinees.  Being a bachelor he had no idea which, nor
the name of the character or even what the character
was supposed to be.  Throwing his backpack in the back
seat, the boy climbed into the front and did up his
seatbelt.  He could barely see over the dash.
	As he pulled out away from the curb and headed down
the street, Jacob glanced at the boy, his heart
pounding high in his chest, and he inhaled deeply. 
He'd never felt so nervous in all his life, not even
when he'd prepared for his oral exams for his master's
degree.  The boy was as cute as a button with that
sweet, innocent face, gorgeous blond hair and blue
eyes, and smooth, plump cheeks.  A cherub Cory had
said as he and his friend Anthony had thumbed through
some of his kiddy porn pictures and Cory had said he
knew a boy who would be perfect if he was looking for
a boy to take pictures of.
	Cory and his friend had dropped by the school last
Thursday to watch the soccer practice, and catch a
ride to his house for "some fooling around" as Cory
put it.  Jacob being a man of routine and schedules,
Cory's spur of the moment impulsiveness and total lack
of the concept of advance warning was upsetting, but
it was also so characteristic of youth, especially
youth of today, and especially here in America.  It
was Jacob Schuller's admiration of just such
spontaneity in youth that had made him become a
teacher.
	"You know, you shouldn't just jump in the car of any
stranger," Jacob felt he had to advise.  There were so
many molesters out there, and young Jonah Winthrop was
a molester magnet if he'd ever seen one.  This was the
first time he'd ever picked up a child himself, but
Jacob Schuller had been dealing in porn long enough to
know what he was talking about.
	"But you're not just any stranger.  You're Mister
Schuller," Jonah replied with his grade two logic. 
His father had warned him hundreds of times that he
was not to go with strangers or get in strange cars. 
But Cory Wilson had described Mister Schuller and his
car to him and Cory knew him so it wasn't like he was
a total stranger or anything.  If he was a friend of
Cory's, he had to be all right, and besides, Cory said
that after last Sunday his father wasn't the boss of
him anymore.
	Jacob Schuller could not argue with his reasoning. 
"So, how was school today?"
	"It was awesome," the boy replied, his eyes
brightening up.
	It was so sad that delight and enthusiasm were lost
as students grew older, and it seemed like it was
getting lost at a younger and younger age, even as
young as in Grade Two, and not just in the public
school system where, in his opinion, teachers and
teaching was inferior.  It was in the private school
system too, many students there because of their
parents' wishes and pressure, not because they wanted
to be there.  It was only because it was easier to
find employment as a German teacher in the private
schools than the public that Jacob had chosen the
private school route to teach when he had immigrated
to the United States actually.  He had little respect
for the typically arrogant and condescending parents
who chose to send their children to private schools
for all the wrong reasons.  "And what made it so
awesome?"
	"Miss Ellis learned us this stuff about how they made
soap in the old days and then we tried making some
like they did.  It was so way kewel," Jonah responded.
 "And you know today is Valentine's Day?"
	"Yes," Jacob responded with a smile.  It was so
delightful the way children soaked up information at
that age, and how since everything was a big mystery
to be discovered they thought it was so for everyone. 
As for it being Valentine's Day, not having anyone
special in his life, it could have easily gone by
unnoticed if it were not for the tendency of schools
to focus their activities on the calendar.
	"Well, we learned all about Saint Valentine, and I
got a whole bunch of Valentines."  Jonah babbled on,
having taken a liking to Jacob Schuller immediately. 
The man smiled a lot, and listened when a kid talked. 
Most adults didn't.  His father never.  Cory had said
Mister Schuller would though, and that he was nice,
and Cory knew stuff like that.  He was smart.
	Jacob was smiling, Jonah's smile being contagious, as
was his enthusiasm for learning.  Feeling much more at
ease, he drove over to the Sixteenth Street Mall. 
Anton was standing there, as he had been the last four
Saturdays, and who knows how many Saturdays before
that, and what other days besides, just as Cory said
he would be.  It had been four Saturdays ago that
Jacob had first spotted him.  Sixteenth Street was not
a street he travelled frequently, but his sideline of
selling European porn sometimes took him to the area
surrounding the mall.  He never felt safe there, and
always felt filthy when he left even if he stayed in
his car the whole time.  He thankfully normally did
his business elsewhere, usually in the Industrial Park
since that was where the bigger dealers did their
business, and he was not normally one to be working at
the street level of distribution.
	At first he had not recognized Anton, having seen him
only in his prim RGAB school uniform and without all
the makeup, and despite his sideline, not really
expecting a boy Anton's age to be selling his body. 
Curious, he'd returned the following Saturday and the
one after that, at the same time, and Anton was there
all three times.  It was last Thursday, after that
third Saturday, that he'd asked Cory as he and Anthony
had looked through some of his pictures if he knew
anything about it, and Cory had confirmed that Anton
was selling his body to guys, and suggested that the
two of them, Jacob and Anton, could have some hot fun
and maybe make some hot porn videos on the side, Anton
being very skilled at what he did, and that if he
liked the idea, he just had to say so and Cory could
make it happen.  It was a thought once planted he
could not get out of his mind, especially since he saw
Anton every day, though as Anton sat there in his
German class the next day, it was difficult to imagine
the clean-cut boy sitting in the front row in his
school uniform was the spike-haired, multi pierced
b-boy selling his body on Sixteenth Street.  
	After Cory's suggestion, he had to check out Anton
again, and for the fourth Saturday in a row he'd been
there flaunting his stuff.  Jacob could think of
nothing else all the rest of the weekend, and had
finally phoned Cory Sunday night and told him he'd
decided to give Cory's idea of making a video a try,
thinking maybe Anton playing with himself and maybe
using a dildo or something.  He was also thinking
perhaps the following Saturday or something and not
really thinking how they'd even get started, so he was
surprised to get a call back in fifteen minutes saying
everything was already set up for Monday night for not
just Anton but Jonah too, and what he had to do!  Cory
had hung up before he could say no.
	Anton of course did not know that he knew Anton's
other life, and as he drove up to the strip mall he
wasn't sure just how he was going to approach the boy.
 It would be a surprise for the youngster to see a
teacher in a seedy neighbourhood like Sixteenth
Street, and especially to have a teacher from his
school find him standing there blatantly selling his
body.  It was going to be even more difficult
explaining that he wanted him to come with him, and
why.  Was he to offer him money?  That seemed so
crass.  And it was illegal.  He was thirty.  The boy
was thirteen.  With all those thoughts in his mind and
still not knowing how he was going to do it, he pulled
up to the Acme Adult Video and Book Store where Anton
was leaning against the wall in a suggestive pose. 
His heart had speeded up and risen in his chest again.
 He was not cut out for this sort of thing.  He did
not have to worry about what he was going to say. 
Cory had really meant it when he said everything was
set up.
	"Hey!  Anton!" called Jonah, sticking his head out
the window and waving wildly.
	Anton looked over at Jonah in surprise.  The previous
evening Cory had phoned and told him that as his
future whatever relative, being the father of Anton's
mother's baby and all, he had a special Valentine's
gift for him, and for him to put on his usual outfit
that he wore to the Sixteenth Street Strip Mall and go
to his usual spot and that two people he knew would
pick him up at five the next day and give him his
present.  Of course Anton knew Cory knew he had a
standing jogging date at six, but Cory told him that
had also been taken care of, and he didn't have to go.
	"Jonah?"  He'd been curious just who it was that was
going to meet him, and had several guesses, but Jonah
Winthrop was not one of them.  He walked over and
looked into the car. "Mister Schuller?"  His German
teacher he definitely had not expected!  He
immediately turned a bright red and began desperately
trying to think of an explanation why he was there on
Sixteenth Street, and why he was dressed as he was.  A
costume Valentine's party?  A junior high school
prank?  Maybe some type of hazing or initiation or
something?
	"That a real ring in your eyebrow?" Jonah asked,
looking up at Anton in wonder.
	"Ah, yeah."
	"Kewel."  He turned and looked at Jacob Schuller
excitedly, waiting for him to tell Anton to join them.
	"Ah, did Cory Wilson tell you to expect us?" Jacob
asked hesitantly.
	"Yeah.  Well, sortta.  He said to expect someone.  He
didn't exactly say who."
	"Well, we're it," Jonah said cheerfully.  He glanced
over at Jacob again.  Faced with the reality of the
situation, Jacob was beginning to think perhaps this
was not such a good idea after all, but how was he
going to get out of it?  "Cory said we're going to
your house," Jonah observed when the teacher didn't
say anything.  Why adults took so long to do stuff he
didn't understand.
	"Ah.  Yeah."
	"He says you got all kinds of kewel toys."
	"Toys?"
	"Special toys," Jonah replied, his deep blue eyes
sparkling with excitement.
	"Oh.  Ah, yes, I guess."  Cory had told him which of
the items in his collection to set out as props for
the video.  He evidently had told Jonah about them
also, though a seven-year-old boy could not possibly
have any concept what they were or their purpose.  He
looked across at Anton and wondered just how much Cory
had told him.  Surely he hadn't told him about the
things he did with Cory and Anthony.  It was Jacob
Schuller's turn to turn red.  "So, ah, do you want to
come with us?"
	Anton shrugged and got in.  He was as uncertain about
this as Jacob Schuller was, and even more in the dark,
but if it was Cory's idea. . . .  As Jacob Schuller
pulled out of the parking lot and headed up the
street, Anton thought about some of Cory's other
ideas, like the strip tease at their pool with his
father that seemed so long ago now, the party he and
Jason had gone to where Dominic had lost his prune and
where he'd first met Jonah, and the party Cory had
thrown at his house just before his parents had come
home where he and Jonah had some major sex with each
other and he'd come to realize just how much he liked
getting other guys off.  It would be fun to do
something with Jonah again, and with Mister Schuller
actually.  He was not a bad looking guy.  Better than
a lot of the guys who picked up him up at the
Sixteenth Street Mall.  By the time they arrived at
Jacob Schuller's house in Falconridge Anton had a
raging boner.
	Jacob took the two boys directly to his study, a
small room off the library that looked out through two
large French doors to the patio and flower garden in
the back yard.  A large, padded black leather chair
and a large highly polished mahogany desk dominated
the room.  Some of his favourite pictures, like the
Dutch print of the "Blue Boy" hung from the
wood-panelled walls, and some of his favourite things,
like the marble statue of David he'd picked up in
Florence, were found on the shelves.  Anton and Jonah
were just as impressed with his home as Cory and
Anthony had been.  Among many other things, Jacob
Schuller had great taste and a love of expensive
things.
	"Kewel," said Jonah appreciatively.  "So this where
we're gonna shoot the movie?"
	"Yes," Jacob replied.  He'd set up the lights and
camera as Cory had told him.
	"Movie?" asked Anton.  Jacob Schuller's heart gave a
flip.  How was he supposed to tell his student he
wanted to make a porno movie of him and a
seven-year-old boy?  Cory evidently had not explained
that part.
	"Oh, yeah.  I'm supposed to give this to you two
guys," Jonah suddenly remembered.  Removing his
backpack, he opened it up and took out two envelopes.
	"Hope you like my two Valentine's gifts, Jonah and
Anton," began Cory's Valentine's card to Jacob, one of
the personalized gay cards he'd run off on his
computer.  There followed a five-sentence outline of a
story/video plot including what he was supposed to do
and say.  It actually didn't say much of anything at
all.  Jacob Schuller rubbed his thin moustache
nervously.
	"I've learned my lines," Jonah said proudly.  There
were not many.  Most of the note Cory had dropped off
at his house Sunday along with the two for Mister
Schuller and Jason were suggestions what he could do.
	Anton didn't really have any lines, his role not
being a speaking one.  His note, which was another gay
card printed off from the Internet, just said that
being the star in the video was part of his
Valentine's gift and the rest was that he could keep
what Mister Schuller would give him to wear, and that
his role in the video was to be a virgin slave boy and
to do whatever his master, Jonah, told him to.
	"So  . . .  you two boys want to do this?  You don't
have to if you don't want to."
	"I do!" Jonah replied eagerly.  "It's gonna be fun!"
	"Sure," Anton replied with a shrug.  He wasn't sure
what exactly he was going to be told to do, but he was
sure he could handle it, and being a slave wasn't that
bad of a thing.
	After showing Jonah the basics of operating the video
camera, Jacob and Anton stepped into the library to
put on their costumes.  Anton's face lit up when Jacob
confirmed that Anton could keep his afterward.  In the
box he was handed was a studded leather and chain
harness from Jacob's collection even better than the
one in the picture Cory had shown him and promised he
could get for him, and he wasn't even going to have to
pay for it!  Changing into their costumes, Jacob asked
if Jonah was ready, and getting the affirmative, he
knocked on the door.
	"Come in," came Jonah's response.
	He opened the door and stepped back into the study,
dressed now in the bow tie and black tails of a
butler.  He wondered how Cory had known he owned a
tuxedo.
	"Yes, Jacob, what is it?" Jonah asked, standing
behind the video camera and training it on Jacob as
Cory had told him.
	"A gift for you, Master Jonah," Jacob said,
addressing the chair as if Jonah was sitting at it,
"from Master Cory."
	"Kewel, bring it in," Jonah adlibbed after a moment's
hesitation.
	Jacob left and lead in Anton, a leash now connected
to his dog collar.  He was wearing his new harness
instead of his beater T shirt, and in place of his
faded, tattered blue jeans a sexy black mesh thong
which he could also keep and tied to which was a large
red heart-shaped box with a red ribbon.  His wrists
were handcuffed behind his back and he was barefoot. 
Handing Jonah the key to the handcuffs and then
stepping back and out of view of the camera, Jacob
took over the camera duties as his note had told him
to and Jonah took his place at the desk still out of
view of the camera.  Jacob zoomed in on Anton,
beginning with his gelled, spiked hair, black lipstick
and eyeliner, nail earrings, and the rings in his lip
and right eyebrow, then moving down to focus on his
bell bar nipple piercing and then the heart-shaped
box, and slowly moving down to his bare feet.  He
panned over to Jonah who was sitting at the desk
grinning like a seven-year-old about to open his
Christmas presents.
	"Thank you, Jacob," he said, addressing Jacob as if
he was standing behind Anton as he put the key down on
the desk.  "That will be all.  If I need you, I'll
ring for you."
	"Very good, sir," Jacob replied, adlibbing, Cory
having given him only two lines to memorize, his
opening line and a second for later in the movie.
	Getting up and moving out from behind the desk, Jonah
untied the box, giggling with amusement when he found
it was also tied to Anton's balls and penis.  Of
course Jacob got a close-up.  Opening up the box, he
took out one of the chocolates and popped it in his
mouth and gobbled it down.  That didn't take any
acting.  The second he dropped on the floor.  "Oh
fuck!  Well, that one you can have."  Dropping the
chocolate and having Anton eat it was one of the ideas
Cory had suggested he might do.  Swearing was
something he added himself.  Anton hesitated and began
to crouch.  At least the carpet looked clean.  "You
didn't say thank you," Jonah said, jerking on his
leash, again as Cory had suggested.
	"Ah, thank you."
	"I'll have to punish you."  The line sounded stiff
and rehearsed, but that only added to the eroticism of
the video.  Viewers could lose themselves in the
fantasy of a rich seven-year-old with a sex slave, or
view it as a porn video staring two children.  Jonah
looked about the room and not seeing what he was
looking for was about to look at Jacob when he spotted
what he was looking for leaning up against the wall. 
Tying Anton's leash to the leg of the table so that he
was bent over, Jonah picked up the whip and stood
behind him.  The first lash caused Anton to jerk and
to yelp with pain.  There was a long red welt across
his backside.  The whip cut a lot deeper than the
willow Jonathan Winthrop used on his son and Jonah
hesitated uncertainly in surprise, staring at the red
slash and knowing how painful it must feel, but Jacob
didn't catch it on film, having focussed on Anton's
white backside with the red slash instead.  Well, the
show had to go on, and Cory had said Anton wouldn't
mind, and in fact would like it.  Though Jonah could
not see how anyone could like it, he whipped his slave
five more times, the strokes much lighter than the
first time but each one still causing a red lash
across Anton's pale buttocks.  One thing Jonah knew
about was getting a whipping.  "And you'll call me
sir, or Master Jonah, understand slave?" he asked
gruffly, imitating his father's voice when he was
angry.  That he order Anton to do so was another one
of Cory's suggestions.
	"Yes sir," Anton said meekly.  His backside was
burning but to his surprise, he found himself enjoying
his role being ordered around like a slave.
	"Okay, you can eat your chocolate now."
	Anton was about to crouch down when he suddenly
stopped.  "Yes, Master Jonah.  Thank you, Master
Jonah."
	Jonah smiled, and it was not an act.  This was fun,
especially being able to boss someone older than
himself.  He'd never been able to do that before.  It
had always been his father and his older brothers who
bossed him around.  He watched Anton stick out his
teeth and pick up the chocolate like he did when he
was forced to eat broccoli and then chew it.  At least
it didn't taste yucky like broccoli.  That reminded
him of another thing Cory said he could make Anton do.
 "While you're down there, untie my shoes."  Anton
looked at his runners, and then up at him.  "Use your
teeth."
	Anton did as he was told, taking too long for a video
movie but that could be edited.  To Anton's surprise,
he found the odour of the boy's runners, and the
humiliation of untying them with his teeth, arousing. 
Rolling the chair out from behind the desk, Jonah sat
on it and removed his runners.  His legs were too
short to touch the floor.  "Okay, now you can remove
my socks," he giggled, too much like a seven-year-old
than a slave owner.  Having had a bath the night
before and having put them on clean that morning, they
did not smell that bad, but they had picked up the
odour of his sneakers and his feet.  Reluctantly
gripping the toes with his teeth, he drew off first
one, and then the other.  Jonah suspected perhaps his
socks tasted more like broccoli.  He then ordered
Anton to lick his feet, and he sat there in delight as
only a seven-year-old can and munched on the
chocolates as the twelve-year-old boy knelt before him
and licked his feet and wormed his tongue between his
toes.  As Jacob zoomed in on Jonah's face and then
Anton's, he felt his cock begin swelling in his jeans.
 He'd seldom watched any of the porn that he picked up
in Europe and brought back to sell, kiddy or
otherwise, not really having an interest in that sort
of thing, but filming two boys live was a much
different matter.
	"Would you like another chocolate?" Jonah asked,
holding out a chocolate.
	"Yes, Master Jonah."
	"You didn't say please and thank you," Jonah said
with a grin, his deep blue eyes gleaming impishly.  "I
think I'll use the belt this time."  That was his own
idea.  Sometimes his father used a belt instead of the
willow branch.  As he removed his belt and began to
swat the older boy's now tender backside, he noticed
to his surprise that Anton was getting a boner.  "You
really like getting a licking, don't you?" he asked in
amazement, walking around in front of Anton and
reaching down and running a forefinger along Anton's
stiff little cock tenting out his mesh thong.  That
was not part of the script.
	"Yes.  Yes, sir."  Anton had no idea why getting his
ass strapped had gotten him erect, but he could not
deny that it had.  As Jonah pulled his thong out away
from his body and pulled it down over his hips,
Anton's little stiff cocklet jutted straight up in the
air and jerked, causing Jonah to giggle in amusement. 
Jacob of course zoomed in on Anton's crotch and then
Jonah's delighted face.  Jonah had been looking
forward to the sex part, which Cory had said should be
the main part of the movie, and he quickly pushed down
and stepped out of his blue jeans and his jockey
briefs.  Jacob zoomed in on his genitals also, as did
Anton's eyes.
	"I like my bum getting a licking too," Jonah said
with a giggle, his eyes gleaming impishly.  Picking
out a chocolate, he reached behind himself and as
Jacob zoomed in, unable to believe what he was
witnessing, Jonah pushed it into his rectum.  "So,
okay, eat your chocolate," he said, turning his back
to Anton and bending over and wiggling his backside. 
That had been all his idea, the putting the chocolate
up his bum, and the words.  Wait until he told Cory!
	"Thank you, Master Jonah."  Jacob noted that Anton's
voice sounded very sincere.  What the teacher did not
realize at the time was that the boy was not acting. 
The idea of sucking the chocolate out of the
seven-year-old's butt was highly erotic to the
twelve-year-old bottom boy, and Anton's stiff cocklet
twitched with arousal as he dropped to his knees and
pressed his lips against Jonah's anus.  Jacob's own
cock was throbbing hotly in his trousers as he zoomed
in on the action.  He could not believe this, what the
two boys were doing, nor how hot he was feeling.   The
things he'd done with Cory and Anthony had been out of
duress, and the exception.  He was not a boylover.
	After sucking out the chocolate, which didn't taste
foul at all, Anton licked Jonah's butthole clean as
Jonah ordered, and then as Jonah turned to face him he
licked his tiny, hairless balls and his now erect
little penis which was no longer and no wider than his
smallest finger.  Slipping his lips about the slender
little woody, he sucked on it and bobbed his head to
and fro, working his lips up and down the length.  His
cocklet jerked wildly as he felt Jonah's throbbing
between his lips.
	"Wait a minute," Jonah said as he suddenly drew his
hips back.  Looking on the desk, he immediately
spotted what he was looking for, a leather strap with
two loops that Cory said Mister Schuller would have
out for him.  Slipping the one loop over Anton's stiff
little cock, which was only slightly longer and
thicker than his own, looking more like his thumb than
his little finger, and the other about his swollen
balls, he drew the loops as tight as he could.  Cory
had told him how to do it and had said that one would
stop Anton from going soft, and the other would stop
him from cumming.  "We don't want you making a sticky
mess all over my nice clean carpet," he said, quoting
one of the few lines he'd been given to memorize.  It
sounded stilted and memorized, but those caught up in
the fantasy could assume he was quoting a line from a
porno he'd seen.
	He was about to resume getting his little boy cock
sucked when he suddenly remembered something else Cory
had said they might do, and returning to the desk, he
found the dildo and lube that Jacob had also left on
the desk.  Until yesterday he'd never heard of a
dildo, and he examined the fake cock with wide-eyed
interest.  As the blond-haired cherub smeared the
silicon cock with lube, Jacob was about to cream his
boxers.  He zoomed in as Jonah stepped up behind
Anton, and although he'd never done anything like it
before, he easily inserted the lubed dildo up Anton's
eager ass.  As he guided Anton's fingers to the end
and told the bound boy to fuck himself with it, Jacob
was leaking pre-cum big time.  He was the one who
should have been fitted with the cock strap!
	It was a bit awkward with his hands cuffed behind his
back, but the dildo was extra long and Anton, besides
being small and on the skinny side, was flexible as
all twelve-year-old boys are.  Jonah stepped up in
front of him again, and Anton eagerly resumed sucking
him.  There was no questioning the pleasure he was
feeling from the look in his eyes as he pumped the
lubed silicon cock in and out of his ass and worked
his lips up and down the seven-year-old's stiff
cocklet.  Nor could there be any question of Jonah's
pleasure from the smile on his parted lips and the
glaze in his eyes.  From the way the two boys were
gasping and squirming, even the staunchest opponent to
kiddy videos would be hard pressed to claim the two
boys were being abused and that seven and
twelve-year-old boys didn't have sexual desires.
	Jonah was not acting when he ran his fingers through
Anton's gelled, spiked hair and began jerking
uncontrollably like a rag puppet, his little cocket
burning and throbbing with his dry orgasm.  The
seven-year-old had no idea what it was that made his
dicky feel that way, but it was delightful, and he'd
be forever grateful to Cory for having introduced him
to that sensation.  Anton was bucking his hips to and
fro also in a desperate attempt to empty his balls,
which of course with the leather strap about his
tight, swollen balls he was unable to do.  He tensed
his entire body and shuddered with his dry orgasm, his
balls constricting futilely and his groin aching for
release.
	Jacob Schuller could not believe how hot he'd gotten
nor how much pre-cum he'd drooled as he reached down
and squeezed his stiff cock.  Cory had said the
teacher would get super horny watching them, and
Jonah, from his past experiences with Goosey Gilles
and his father and Father Henry, was not surprised. 
He stood there for a moment delighting in his orgasm,
and then backed off and stared over at the door to the
library.  That was Jacob's cue according to Cory, but
dazed by what he'd witnessed and with his own arousal,
it took him a moment to pick up on it.  Pausing the
video, he took up his position on the other side of
the door and Jonah took over his camera duties. 
Calling that he was ready, Jonah started the video and
Jacob pushed the door open.  Jonah zoomed the camera
over to where he was kneeling.
	"Jacob, what are you doing there?" Jonah asked as if
surprised.
	"I was, ah, polishing the door knobs, Master Jonah,"
Jacob replied, reciting his second and only other line
he'd been given to memorize.  With the video almost at
the end, he had to admire Cory's imagination and how
he'd put it all together.  There was not that much of
a plot, but mind you there seldom was in a porn video.
 Actually, unbeknownst to him, Cory had gotten some
advice from Billy, though the thirteen-year-old's
imagination hadn't needed much supplement from the
experienced porn maker.
	"Come over here," Jonah ordered, copying his father's
stern voice.  Jacob got to his feet and awkwardly
approached, finding it difficult to walk with his wet
boxers and stiff cock tenting out the front of his
trousers.
	"Looks like the knob fell off the door and into your
pants," Jonah observed with a giggle as he zoomed in
on Jacob's fly.  When Cory had described what he
envisioned happening and the line Jonah had doubled
over with laughter, and it was even funnier now. 
"Were you planning on stealing it?"
	"Ah, no, Master Jonah," Jacob replied awkwardly, not
having been given a script and not knowing what else
to say, besides being particularly self-conscious with
the two young boys zeroing in on his crotch.  He'd
just assumed from the five-sentence sketch Cory had
given him that getting caught watching them was a way
for him to appear and take the slave boy away and end
the video.  That was sort of confirmed when Jonah told
him to unlock the slave's handcuffs. 
	"Open his fly and see what he has hidden in there,"
Jonah ordered Anton much to Jacob's surprise.  That he
had not expected.  As he glanced over at Jonah, Jonah
smiled.  This was fun ordering people around, and
especially telling them to do the things he was
telling them to do.
	Jacob didn't know what he should do as Anton, still
on his knees and with the dildo still up his ass,
shuffled over to him and reached up and pulled down
his fly.  Shooting the boys having sex was one thing,
but having himself on the video was quite another. 
Cory had suggested he and Anton might "fool around"
but he really had not given that much thought or
consideration, and certainly not as part of the video.
 Caught off guard and struggling between feelings of
guilt and shame and being hornier than he'd ever felt
in his life, he didn't know whether to proceed or call
a halt to what was going on.  He could let Anton
continue and just stop the filming and have the boys
enact a different scenario later, or he could stop
Anton and edit this last section out and just have
Jonah have him take the slave boy out as he'd thought
he was going to do, or he could just let the camera
run as it was.  Before he could decide Anton had his
fingers in his fly and was extracting his stiff cock
for both boys and the camera to see.  The feel of the
twelve-year-old's warm, slender fingers caused his
cock to ooze out a thick dollop of pre-cum.   
	Standing there in his tuxedo with his stiff, pre-cum
soaked cock jutting out of his fly and in the hands of
a twelve-year-old boy, Jacob was in a total panic.  He
was feeling horny as fuck and just the thought of the
spike-haired, harness-clad bottom boy with his black
lipstick and dark eyeliner sucking his cock had him on
the verge of shooting, but he was not really a
boylover, his interest in kiddy porn being purely
academic, and because it was one of the better
moneymakers.  Personally, in his studies of abnormal
sexual practices, he could not fathom how men would
prefer men over women, and how any man could prefer a
boy over someone his own age.  Besides, this
particular boy was one of his students whom he'd be
seeing tomorrow in class.
	Anton, while eager for cock of any size and having no
qualms about sex with adults, wasn't so sure about
sucking off one of his teachers.  He would be seeing
him every day, five days a week for almost three
months yet of this school year, and for five more
years yet.  Besides, Mister Schuller looked terribly
embarrassed and hesitant himself.  But he was hard,
and his cock was slimy with pre-cum, and he was not
that bad looking, and he was horny too, and his cock
was right there in his hand.
	Jacob saw the look in Anton's eyes, the desire and
the hesitancy, and he knew he had to put a stop to
what was happening no matter how badly he was aching
to get off a load.  He glanced over at Jonah standing
behind the camera and opened his mouth to tell him to
shut off the camera.  The look of excitement and joy,
and the look of innocence and wonder why they weren't
doing anything caused him to hesitate.  It was clear
that in Jonah's seven-year-old mind there was nothing
wrong with what they were doing at all, and that it
was adults who perverted and twisted things and made
them dirty and taboo.  That was something he'd never
considered.
	"Looks like you spilt the polish all over your
dicky," Jonah said, figuring the teacher was waiting
for him to say something and not knowing what else to
say.  "You'd better lick it off," he told Anton.
	That didn't exactly sound like an order to a slave,
but it was enough to overcome Anton's hesitancy. 
Hell, why not?  The man had picked him up and was
making a porno video of him.  He evidently knew the
score so why should he worry about sucking him off
just because he was in his class?  Holding his stiff
cock by the base, he leaned forward and ran his tongue
up the length of his shaft and up over the knob,
lapping up a smear of sticky pre-cum.  A clear strand
connected his tongue and Jacob's blood-engorged knob
as he drew his head away, finally breaking and
drooping down to hang from his chin.  He drew his
tongue in his mouth and savoured the sweet, clear dew,
and then leaned forward again and swirled his tongue
over his slimy knob, licking up more of his pre-cum
and drawing it back into his mouth.  It was so totally
delicious.  His little cocklet, bound tight in the
leather strap, jerked excitedly and he felt an ache
deep in his groin.
	Jacob stood there helplessly and let the boy lick his
pre-cum drenched cock.  The boy sold himself on the
street after all, and he had just sucked off Jonah
with evident delight.  Why not let him give him a blow
job?  It was not as if it was something new to the
boy, and there was no question the boy was enjoying
it.  As Anton licked his glistening knob again,
another dollop of pre-cum oozed out of the tip,
leaving no doubt Jacob was enjoying it also.  Anton
immediately flicked it up with the tip of his tongue
and savoured it.  Eager now, the horny twelve-year-old
slipped his lips over the man's swollen knob and
sucked on it, causing Jacob to quiver with his pending
ejaculation.  Anton clamped his lips tightly about his
stiff, straining cock just below the knob, knowing
from experience the man was about to shoot and knowing
his action would cut off that impulse.  He'd just
started to suck his cock, and he wanted to enjoy it
for a little while.
	Enjoy it he did.  Forgotten was the fact he was being
filmed and that the man he was sucking off was his
teacher.  He loved cock.  He loved how it looked.  He
loved how it smelled.  He loved how it tasted.  He
especially loved bringing other men off.  That was
perfectly clear from the way he was sucking on his
teacher's thick organ and slipping his lips up and
down the shaft, his cheeks sunk in and his eyes closed
with delight.  Jacob was enjoying it as much as he
was.  Forgotten was his reservation about having sex
with a pre-adolescent boy, that the boy was a student
of his, and that they were being filmed by a
seven-year-old child.  All he knew was his cock was
throbbing with a pleasure like he could not believe,
and that the boy on his knees before him was
delighting just as much in sucking his cock as he was
enjoying having him suck it.
	Reaching up and unbuckling Jacob's belt, Anton let
his trousers drop to his ankles and then reached up
and pulled down his boxers, the front clearly stained
and soaked with his pre-cum.  The man had nice,
low-hung balls, and he nuzzled them and kissed them
and then took one and then the other in his mouth and
sucked on them.  Jacob's stomach was rapidly rising
and falling with his arousal and his long, thick cock,
slick with Anton's spittle, jerked impatiently for
attention.
	Jonah was shuffling from one foot to the other with
the typical impatience of a seven-year-old.  He
couldn't just stand there and watch.  Putting the
camera on automatic, he stepped out in front of it,
and as Anton once again slipped his lips over Jacob's
knob, he knelt behind the boy and pulling out the
dildo, he placed the tip of his still erect cocklet
against Anton's well lubed and worked over asshole. 
His little cocklet easily entered the boy and as he
began to hump him, Anton began to work his lips up and
down Jacob's cock.  Jacob could not believe it.  There
he was getting sucked off by his twelve-year-old
student while he was getting his ass fucked by a
blond-haired seven-year-old cherub.  Even more
unbelievable was that he had never felt so hot in all
his life.
	All three were supercharged and it was not that long
before Jacob was once again panting and snorting with
desire as he felt his orgasm approaching.  Little
Jonah was also as he grasped Anton's hips and worked
his hips to and fro furiously, banging his naked pubes
against Anton's naked buttocks.  His little dicky was
itching like a thousand mosquito bites and he rammed
it in and out of Anton's hot, moist rectum furiously
in an attempt to satisfy the itch, which of course
just made it itch all the more.  The seven-year-old's
tongue slipped out between his lips as he pounded away
and concentrated on the throbbing pleasure of his
swollen dicky.
	Anton's balls were drawn up tight under his stiff
cock, and as he felt Jonah's little cocklet pumping in
and out of his asshole he sucked savagely on the thick
cock in his mouth and grimaced with the sharp,
sweet-pain causing his entire little cocklet to feel
like it was being skinned.  As Jonah grasped his hips
and suddenly trembled and gasped with his second
after-school orgasm, he too trembled and tensed and
futilely bucked his hips as once again the tight
leather band about his balls thwarted him in getting
off a load.  Aware the two boys had reached their
climaxes, Jacob inhaled deeply and closed his eyes in
ecstasy as he felt his hot, thick cum gushing up his
cock, and he whimpered with pleasure as he felt it
blast out of his opening.  He came with such force and
such volume even with his experience Anton could not
possibly swallow it all.  The boy eased his lips up
the hot, throbbing cock and began swallowing as
Jacob's hot, thick load quickly filled his mouth and
began to ooze out of the corners of his lips and down
around his chin.
	Easing his still stiff cock out of Anton's asshole,
Jonah picked up the lube where he'd left it on the
floor and generously coating his fingers, he squatted
down and began to ease them into Anton's asshole, not
just the middle one, not just two fingers, but all
five, telling Anton, as Cory had suggested, that for
being such a good slave boy he was going to give him a
special reward.  Forming a wedge with his middle
finger above the adjoining two and his little finger
and thumb folded in under them as Cory had shown him,
he slowly eased them into Anton's already well-lubed
and loose asshole.  Feeling Jonah's fingers entering
him, Anton instinctively pushed out, straining to open
his anus, unaware of course of how many fingers Jonah
was attempting to insert.  Adding more lube between
his middle and last knuckles, Jonah continued to
slowly ease his fingers up Anton's hot, moist rectum.
	When Cory had first explained fisting to him Jonah
could not believe such a thing was possible, but Cory
had shown him a picture of a guy having it done to him
that he said he'd gotten from Mister Schuller.  Now as
his fingers ever so slowly sank up Anton's anus, he
was encouraged that he just might be able to do it. 
If he could, that was going to be so totally wicked. 
Anton of course did not know what his intention was
and only knew that Jonah was sticking his fingers up
his ass, and that his asshole was being stretched
wider than it had ever been before.  He also knew it
was feeling great.  Accustomed to having Bob Moser's
monster cock stretching open his sphincter, this was
not all that much different, and he was accustomed to
a little initial pain for a whole lot of later
pleasure.
	Jacob, standing there in his tuxedo with his still
stiff cock in Anton's mouth and still oozing cum and
his trousers and boxers about his ankles was himself
not aware what Jonah was attempting to do at first. 
As it slowly dawned on him, he could not believe it. 
He of course had seen pictures of fisting, and a short
promo clip of two men engaging in it, but those had
been huge, muscular bears and scat lovers.  These were
two young boys.  Jonah's hand was slender mind you,
the boy himself only being fifty pounds and four feet
tall, and it really was not that much wider than some
cockheads he'd seen pictures of.  Of course that did
not mean Anton would be able to take it, and besides,
he was only twelve and Jonah only seven.
	His balls now totally spent, he finally eased his
cock out of Anton's mouth.  Shuffling over to the
camera, he zoomed in on Anton's anus and Jonah's hand.
 Ever so slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time, he
saw the lubed fingers easing up Anton's rectum until
finally Jonah's entire hand disappeared up Anton's
asshole and Anton's sphincter closed in on the young
boy's wrist.  Anton, still unaware Jonah's entire hand
had been stuffed up his ass, could not believe how
stuffed his rectum felt.  As Jonah slowly twisted his
wrist, Anton shrieked with pleasure.  Constricting his
sphincter, he could feel Jonah's fingers pressing
against his prostate and he quivered uncontrollably
with the pleasure.
	Slipping his other hand around under Anton, Jonah
struggled with the two leather straps, finally
releasing them.  As the blood once again began to flow
through his swollen balls and his aching little
cocklet, his numb flesh tingled as if he'd stuck his
cocklet and balls in a glass of fizzing soda pop. 
Anton's mind jumped from the numb, tingling pleasure
of his released genitals to his stretched, burning
sphincter, and the weird sensation of feeling Jonah's
slender fingers probing deep up his hot, moist rectum.
 The cum from his previous two ejaculations no longer
having its escape route cut off began to ooze out his
peehole in a steady seemingly endless flow, forming a
long, opaque ribbon from the tip of his cock down to
the champaign-coloured pile carpet where it was
forming a thick pool of watery, translucent
twelve-year-old cum.
	As Jonah's fingers brushed against Anton's prostate,
it sent electrifying jolts through the
pre-adolescent's groin and up his stiff, numbed cock. 
Anton focussed on the pleasure, wishing he could
develop the pressure deep in this groin a third time
and experience the ejaculation of his semen that had
been twice denied him.  Suddenly, without warning, he
felt that familiar spasm he was aching for deep in his
groin.  He automatically clenched his asshole tight
about Jonah's wrist and his cum flew out of his cock,
shooting through the air and striking the highly
polished mahogany desk and dripping down onto the
expensive pile carpet.  He gasped and gobbled as if he
was choking as his thin body was wracked with
unbelievable pleasure bursting up from his loins.  His
eyes glazed over and his lips, wet with Jacob's cum,
parted as if he was having an epileptic fit.
	Jonah, amazed and delighted by what he had done,
slowly drew his hand back out and wiped the ass slime
and lube off on the carpet.  He knelt there almost in
as much of a daze as Anton.  It was awesome the way a
guy spurted out his stuff, and it was awesome knowing
that he'd been the cause.  Remembering the ending Cory
had suggested, he slowly got to his feet and pushing
the chair back over behind the desk, he sat down and
searched for a pen and sheet of paper.  Jacob rolled
the camera over behind him and zoomed in on his thank
you note to Master Cory for the "fuckin awsum
Valentine's prezunt," neatly printed in his best
grade-two printing with his seven-year-old spelling. 
His gift sat there on the plush pile carpet in dazed
delight overcome by the most powerful orgasm and the
wildest experience he'd yet had and wondering how he
was ever going to thank the person responsible for
arranging it.
	Shutting off the camera, Jacob Schuller stood there
in his tux, his trousers and boxers still about his
ankles, his cock now semierect and glistening with
spittle and cum, and his mind spinning with feelings
and thoughts he'd never had before, and had never
dreamed of having as he stared at the two young boys. 
A whole new chapter on his study of abnormal sexual
behaviour had just been opened. 

*******
Thanks to Terry for suggesting Jonah learn about
fisting and become Anton's master.  What else would
you like to see happen?  What further fun and havoc
can Cory create with his growing awareness of the
power of his great-grandfather's headband?  Have you
ever had someone you hated and wanted to get even
with?  Email me your idea and I'll write it as part of
this story and if you wish add you as one of the
characters.  Anything goes, the hotter and more
perverted the better, except I don't write snuff and
torture of kids and anything involving player
characters will need their collaboration.  Non player
characters available for your amusement and abuse
include the Gilles family, Vice Principal Stuart
Millburne, Baptist Pastor Winthrop and his family,
Kenneth Ballard and his mother, Father Henry, Calvin
Cosher and his daughter Stacey, the WCHS gang, the 14
RGAB soccer players and their families, the cops Eric
O'Malley and Mike Polanski, and Anton's RGAB
classmates.  Player characters created by readers so
far are Dominic, Terry, Anthony, Bob, Billy Dean, Ben
Hanson, Jacob Schuller, Benji Gilles and Callie Dean
with a supporting cast of Jonah, Lane and Spence,
Nicole Halder, Molly, Trang and Ashley, Nick Dawson,
Nat and Darien Wilson, Emma and Elijah Dean, Aunt Rosa
and Uncle Rafael, Juanita, Luther, and Lucy, Ramon
Carlos, and of course Lad, Rocky, Shep, Dobe and the
star of the series, Cory Wilson. 

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