Mr. Jackson had successfully transformed me into his obedient pussy boy. Steady, daily feedings of his cock in mouth and ass saw to it to the point I became addicted to it. This was exactly what Mr. Jackson wanted and planned.
Mr. Jackson also saw to it that my pussy was his, and his only. Anyone who came close was transferred or fired. As assurance that our new high school principal, Mr. Young would never put his dick inside me, Mr. Jackson locked it in a thick steel cage.
That’s when I realized, Mr. Jackson’s obsession with me, or I should say, my pussy, was unhealthy to say the least. I needed a way out, where I could still keep my job, and open my back door to other worthy suitors.
My students were not stupid. These are advanced level academics. They could put two and two together. They’d caught me with ass juice all over my face. There was no denying what they saw, no matter how I tried to convince them otherwise.
As I laid in bed one night, I thought about a sinister plot to bring all of this to screeching halt. My students were technological geniuses. I decided to ask them for help. Perhaps if I could record Mr. Jackson in the act, I could expose him and take him down. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy, and I also knew it would mean no more daily dick downs as much as I needed and loved to get them.
That next day, I went through the motions. Sucked off Mr. Jackson at lunch time, let him fuck and seed me at the end of the day. All with the knowledge this would be the last time, or so I hoped.
I had to rush back to my classroom where Sean and Jordan were to serve out their detention. I sat in a pool of jizz as they walked into my classroom.
“There you are boys. Have a seat. We’re going to be here for an hour so get comfortable.”
“Mr. Prince, I don’t even know what I did and why I’m here?”, Jordan said in frustration.
“Jordan, you’re here because you are Sean’s sidekick. Sean needs to learn that when he steps out of line, there are causalities, and in this case, it’s you.”
“Mr. Prince, you’re punishing us when we only pointed out what we saw.”, Sean said.
“Boys, boy, boys…let’s just enjoy the hour together, ok. Why don’t you use this time productively and do some reading.”
I got up from my desk to close the classroom door, forgetting about the huge spooge stain on the back of my pants.
“Mr. Prince! What the heck is that on the back of your pants?”, Sean asked.
“Alright boys. I think we all know what’s on the back of my pants.”
“Did Mr. Jackson do that?”, Jordan asked.
“He did. Boys, you have no idea what Mr. Jackson has done to me and to other teachers and faculty at this school. He needs to be stopped!”
“Mr. Prince, for real? You seem to kind of like it. I’ve seen you coming out of his janitor’s closet with a satisfied look on your face. You don’t really want it to stop, do you Mr. P?” Sean asked.
“Of course I do! Do you think this is how I want to be seen at this school, as Mr. Jackson’s pussy boy faggot? Oh dear, I’m sorry boys. I shouldn’t be using this language with you.”
“It’s ok, Mr. P, and you know everyone already thinks that. We all know. You would be really upset if you knew what we all say behind your back.”, Jordan said.
“All the more reason why I need to change that. Would you guys be willing to help me? I gotta make this stop. You don’t know what that man is capable of.”
“Is it true that Mr. Young is wearing a cage on his junk?”Sean asked.
“Where do you hear that?”
“Bobby saw him pissing in the urinal yesterday and saw it. He went into the teacher’s bathroom by accident. Said it was silver and shiny, hard to miss. Did Jackson do that to him?”
“Yes Sean. All because Mr. Jackson doesn’t want anyone else near me. He’s a very sick and twisted man.”
“If we help you, what’s in it for us, Mr. P?”, Jordan asked.
“What do you mean?”
“What I mean is, if we decide to help you, what are you willing to do for us?”
“What is it that you want?”
“We’re not gay, so don’t get any ideas. I was thinking maybe you’d give us A’s on our tests for the rest of the year. That would be a good incentive.”, Sean said.
“As much as I hate that idea, I’m so desperate for any help I can get. Deal!”
“Jordan’s dad works for the CIA, he’s got all kinds of undetectable recording devices. I’m sure he can get you something. Can’t you Jordan?”
“Yeah, my dad lets me have some of his toys when he’s finished using them. I have something in my arsenal. I’ll bring it tomorrow. We’ll meet you at your car in the morning.”
“Oh thank you boys. Detention is over now if you want to leave.”
“Yeah we do!”, they said in unison.
I felt a little relieved after they left my classroom. I could feel the tide turning within me. This victim was about to be avenged.
That night I slept better than ever with the knowledge I’d soon be free of Mr. Jackson. When I masturbated myself to sleep, I had the most intense orgasm I’d had since before I even knew Mr. Jackson. My cum flew out of me so hard it splattered all the way up to my cheek and my upper chest. I took that as a sign that I was regaining control over my sexuality and who I could sleep with.
That next morning, Sean and Jordan found me in the teacher’s parking lot and because I knew Mr. Jackson had cameras placed all over campus, I made them get into my car so we wouldn’t be seen talking or passing anything between us.
Jordan planted the tiniest camera on my shirt, it was almost invisible. He said it would pick up the faintest of sounds and the video quality would be better than my cell phone.
Once the devise was placed, they left me in my car and I waited a few minutes before entering the school and headed up to class.
I thought to myself that unless Mr. Jackson was making a deliberate effort to watch every single move I made, there was no way he could have seen those boys enter and exit my car.
I made my way to my classroom as I did every other morning without fanfare. I was nervous as all hell, and I really did have trouble focusing on the class lectures, but somehow I made it to lunch, and it felt like I had a pit in my stomach. It was time to see Mr. Jackson. Lunch time always meant sucking him off.
I took a deep breath before activating the mic and knocking on his door and walking into the janitor’s closet.
“Well, there you are pussy boy. Come over here, I want to show you something.”
“Yes Mr. Jackson, Sir.”
I walked over to his desk and up on the monitor was a clip of Sean and Jordan getting into my car and leaving a few minutes later.
“Care to explain yourself pussy boy? It is unusual for students to be in their teacher’s cars, don’t you think?”
“Mr. Jackson, Sir. I was hearing some weird noises when the car ran. They said they’d take a listen to see if they heard it, too, because Sean’s dad is a mechanic. That’s all.”
“Bullshit! I know you’re up to something pussy boy, I can see it all over your face! You best come clean. You want to keep this job, don’t you?”
“Mr. Jackson, Sir, I promise, I’m telling the truth.”, I said as I unzipped his fly to fish out his cock.
So far, this was good. He actually threatened my job and I got it on the camera!
“I don’t believe you. You better watch yourself pussy boy. Get down on your knees and do what you do best and I’ll deal with you later. Right now I need to cum.”
I knew I had to put on an academy award winning performance to convince Mr. Jackson I was not doing anything behind his back. I threw myself into this blowjob, and I really did enjoy it. I love Mr. Jackson’s cock. It’s perfect for a twink bottom like me. It deserves respect and worshipping, but it comes with a very high price. I swallowed Mr. Jackson’s ample seed and when I finished he stared me down.
“Look in my eyes and tell me you’re not up to no good, pussy boy!”
I locked eyes with him, determined not to avert my gaze from his.
I never expected Mr. Jackson to slap me across the face, but he did.
“If I find out you’re fucking with me, there’s more where that came from. Now get the fuck out of here!”
All of this was captured on camera!
I was threatened and physically assaulted, surely enough evidence to get Mr. Jackson fired!
I left there with heavy cum breath and nervous sweat and ran to Mr. Young’s office and closed the door.
“Can I help you with something?”, he asked.
“Mr. Young. I think I have enough evidence to bury Mr. Jackson. I have him on camera threatening me and physically assaulting me.”
“You do?”
“Yes, I do! If you let me log into this website, I can show you the recording.”
Mr. Young rolled his desk chair back from his desk to allow me to type in the website and I was able to locate the link stream.
Mr. Young watched it intently in silence until it finished.
“This does look very convincing indeed.”
“Why aren’t you more excited, Mr. Young?”
“I don’t think you understand young man. Mr. Jackson controls the School Board. His network runs far and wide. Even if the Board saw it, he has so much stuff on all of them that they would never even think to fire him. They would accuse you of using AI to create this video. You might as well just accept it. While you work at this school, Mr. Jackson owns you. I’ve already come to terms with that. My dick doesn’t even think about getting hard anymore and it won’t until I pay off my debts and can get out of here.”
I was devastated, and also running out of time. My afternoon classes were about to begin. I couldn’t even speak, I left Mr. Young’s offside completely defeated.
I walked slowly up to my classroom. Jordan and Sean were there and looked visibly shaken.
“Can we speak to you privately Mr. P?”
“Sure, let’s go in the hallway.”
We walked into the hallway together.
“Whats going on boys?”
“Jackson got to both of us and made us promise to stay away from you. He said if we don’t he’d find ways to make the rest of the school year miserable. No specifics, but I believe that man is capable of anything. “
“Boys, you’ve done enough. It doesn’t matter anyway. I was able to get him on camera threatening me and other things, but he owns the School Board. I’m afraid there’s nothing else we can do right now. I do appreciate everything you’ve done for me. I removed the camera from my shirt and gave it back to Jordan.”
We went back to class and I finished my day, hoping time would stand still. I knew Mr. Jackson would be waiting for me…to use “his pussy”, as he calls it.
I knew I was walking into a buzz saw, but it was something that I had to do. I sighed and opened the door.
“You must think I’m a dumb idiot, pussy boy!”, he raged
“Excuse me, Sir?”
“I saw you go right to Young’s office. That college degree of yours means absolutely nothing! You ain’t got no common sense, pussy boy! It was so easy to get Young to tell me everything! I took his cage off for 24 hours. That’s all it took! Now I want to watch you delete that footage before I fuck sense into you.”
“Mr. Jackson, please, I’m so sorry. It’s just…”
Mr. Jackson slapped my right cheek then backhanded my left.
“I don’t give a fuck what you’re about to say, pussy boy! Now you listen to me! Erase that video right now!”
My hands shook as I worked his keyboard, found the website and hit the trash can icon. The video no longer existed.
Mr. Jackson had a smug look in his face, his hands crossed in front of his chest.
“I outta beat the crap out of you! I don’t know who you think you are trying to double cross me, but somehow I don’t think you’re gonna pull a stunt like this again. Fortunately for you, I like lookin’ at my pussy boy undamaged, so I’m not gonna break your jaw right now. Believe me, I want to, but I’m not going to.”
“Thank you, Mr. Jackson, Sir!”, I was nearly crying.
“Shut up, pussy boy! I don’t wanna hear another word out of you! What I wanna see is my pussy because I’m gonna fucking ruin it!”
I was so scared, I pulled my pants down and bent over,my hands holding onto my ankles.
Mr. Jackson slapped and spanked my ass several times, ranting.
“Don’t you ever pull any shit like this again!”
SMACK!
“You think you’re smarter than me, pussy boy?”
SMACK!
“You’re a dumb twink! A stupid pussy boy with a degree that has taught you nothing!”
“SMACK!”
“I’m going to shove my cock into this pussy and fuck it so hard you won’t be able to sit straight for a week! Teach you a lesson pussy boy!”
SMACK!
My eyes watered from the sting of his big hands coming down on my bare butt.
Mr. Jackson undid his belt buckle and unzipped his blue uniform pants and then I heard him spit a couple of times into his hand, and then once on my butt hole.
Mr. Jackson guided the head of his brick hard cock to my tightened balloon knot and broke it open with his bulbous penis head.
I yelped from the invasion.
His hand thundered down on my backside.
“Keep quiet, pussy boy and take it like a man!”
Mr. Jackson spared no mercy and shoved the rest of his thick inches up into my butt, pulling me back by the hips to make sure all of him was inside me.
I could feel my hole reacting to his huge meat as it twitched, a huge bolt of pain shot through me. I was breathing hard and wanted the initial wave to pass.
Mr. Jackson wasn’t concerned about relieving any pain, he wanted to inflict it. This was to be a fuck that would teach me a lesson never to try and beat Mr. Jackson at his own game.
Mr. Jackson pulled his cock all the way back and used every muscle in his body to thrust it right back inside me, balls deep. It felt like my ass was being ripped apart.
Again and again and again, Mr. Jackson used his cock like a weapon, coring out my butt hole, battering my insides.
“You better hang onto to something pussy boy, ‘cause I’m about to tear my pussy up!”
My hands found Mr. Jackson’s desk and I white knuckled it, clinging on to dear life, while Mr. Jackson tightly held my hips in place. He was drilling hard, deep, punishing me for being disobedient. His balls kept smacking up against me, the sound of his skin smashing up against mine echoed loudly in the room. I bit down on my wrist, softly groaning, berating myself because this ass assault wasn’t supposed to feel so good.
My cock betrayed me by thickening and when Mr. Jackson took me from behind, it slapped against me, flailing about wildly, this way and that. I tried willing the erection away, but it was impossible. Mr. Jackson was not deliberately trying to make me cum, I know that, but I couldn’t stop myself. Cum sprayed out of my piss slit like an uncontrolled lawn sprinkler, my ball juice literally painting the flat desktop in small drops of cum.
You would think I would have enjoyed that intense release, but I didn’t at all. I was disappointed with myself for the inability to control my body.
Mr. Jackson grunted with a sound of vindication and satisfaction that I had no fight in me, that I squirted all over his desk.
This only emboldened him to push my face down in my mess, my cheek now covered in my own cum and his fucking was so hard it lifted my feet off the floor!
“I’m gonna seed my pussy now!”, Mr. Jackson announced.
Mr. Jackson began to growl like a feral beast, pumping his cock with such ferocity, making minced meat out of my pussy.
“Take my load pussy boy! Grrrrr! Grrrrr!”
Mr. Jackson unloaded every drop of himself into me.
Mr. Jackson slammed his open palms on my buttocks and pulled his spent cock out.
“You know what to do, pussy boy.”
My hole never felt so wrecked. I turned around cautiously, knelt, and reluctantly cleaned off Mr. Jackson’s cum coated cock. When is finished, Mr. Jackson grabbed me by the nape of my neck and crashed my face back onto his desk.
“Clean it, pussy boy!”
I held in my sobs as I took my tongue to the desk top and licked off my cum which had cooled off and became less congealed.
I finished and my eyes met Mr. Jackson’s. I know inside I felt defiant, like I wanted to wrestle him to the ground and punch him in the face until he saw stars. I was furious.
Mr. Jackson just started laughing at me. Not taking me serious at all.
“You make me laugh, you know that, pussy boy? Let me remind you how this works since your dumb brain seems to think otherwise.
Mr. Jackson put a hand on my bare ass and squeezed it.
“This right here is my pussy. My pussy only. I fuck it whenever I want it. I own you and this pussy completely. Do you understand what I’m telling you, faggot?”
With a clenched jaw and a gaping asshole I said, “Yes, Mr. Jackson, Sir!”
“You try any shit on me like this again, I’ll ruin you! Now get the fuck out of here!”
“Yes, Mr. Jackson, Sir!”
I pulled up my pants and scurried out of there like a scared squirrel.
Mr. Young was standing right there by the door.
“I’m so sorry, Prince. I had no choice.”, he said as he entered Mr. Jackson’s janitor’s closet.
I couldn’t even look at him. I was still Mr. Jackson’s Pussy Boy.
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