Blackmailed Teacher

Reader discretion is advised, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is purely a fictional story and does not portray any real events or real persons.

All characters are 18 or older. This story is fiction, created for entertainment only.

It was June, graduation was over and summer vacation officially began. At 47, I completed my third year of teaching English at Lambert High school. I moved from another state because the school board found out I had an affair with An 18 year old male student.

I had hoped moving to another state would put the past behind me. I was very athletic, I enjoyed jogging and especially hiking. I found a state that would allow me to do both.

One July morning, I decided to go on a hike. I usually picked areas that were less traveled, because I wanted to be alone. Sometimes I liked to enjoy a little nudity and I didn't want an audience. I found a small spot near a creek. I laid out my blanket and took off all my clothes.

I enjoyed being naked in nature. I probably should have been a nudist. The sun was warm on my nude body. I applied some suntan lotion to avoid any burning. It was smooth and slippery and it felt especially good as I rubbed it all over my semi hard dick.

I went to my favorite fantasy, about being trapped in the locker room by several big football players. They undressed me and tied me up. They took turns using me in all the perverted ways they could think of. It always made me cum.

I was there, my dick was spitting streams of cum. I always had the best orgasms in the outdoors. I kept milking until my dick became flaccid again. It was just then I noticed the three teens standing there with cell phones in their hand.

I quickly grabbed a towel and attempted to hide my nakedness.

“What the hell are you guys doing here?”

They were all laughing and snickering.

“We’re watching you jack off, Mr. Parker. And, we got it all on video!”

It was Mark, Cory and Paul. They were in my English, both junior and senior years. They just graduated in June. I remember they were a group of smart ass, unruly privileged boys that came from wealthy families. Both Mark and Cory were 19 and Paul was 18.

I suddenly just realized what they had said. They took pictures and recorded me on their cell phone, while I WAS masturbating. The fear of being exposed again, was terrifying to me. I didn't want to start all over again.

“Please, boys. Please, delete all that off your phones. I’ll give you whatever you want. I can give you money for the pictures.”

I quickly realized how ridiculous I sounded. I was offering money to three of the wealthiest kids in school. Mark drove an expensive BMW and so did Cory. Paul owned a brand new racing motorcycle. Mark walked over to me with an evil smile on his face.

“I’ll tell you what I want, Mr. Parker.”

He dropped his pants down and I saw how hard his dick was.

“I want you to suck my cock! Then we’ll talk about deleting the pictures and videos.”

I didn’t have much choice, so I leaned in and took his hard dick into my mouth.

“That’s nice, Mr. Parker. Feels like you’ve done this before.”

Cory and Paul were standing at the edge of the blanket, watching with wide eyes. I began to think about my fantasy in the locker. Mark’s hot sperm filled my mouth. He moaned and groaned, thrusting his hips into my face.

As I expected, Cory was next and then Paul. I sucked everyone of them that afternoon, just in hopes of getting my hands on those pictures. The boys were reviewing the pictures and laughing. Cory showed me his phone and it was a video of me sucking Mark’s dick.

I was not only humiliated, but I felt so helpless. I looked over at Mark.

“What is it you guys want?”

Mark laughed.

“This is the first time I ever blackmailed anyone. Here’s the address of my apartment. Be there tonight at eight.”

It was a very upper class neighborhood. The apartment building had 3 swimming pools and 2 tennis courts. I rang the door bell and Paul answered, wearing nothing but his shorts.

“Mr. Parker. Come in.”

I heard him lock the door behind me. Mark and Cory were on the sofa, also in their shorts. Mark waved at me.

“Hey, Mr. Parker. Come in and take your clothes off!”

He wasn't joking. I removed my clothes and stood there naked, in front of all of them.

“Get on your knees. Lock your hands behind your head and spread you knees apart. Remember that position. It’s the one you’ll always use.”

I suppose any other man would have refused and use violence. I was never an aggressive sort of person. I preferred to be passive and non violent. Especially when I was naked and on my knees. I looked over at Mark.

“What do you guys want for those pictures?”

They laughed again. Mark stood up and pulled his shorts down. There was his stiff teenage dick staring me in the face again.

“We want you, Mr. Parker. You’re gonna be our sex slave. Like it or not!”

They all laughed again. I looked up at Mark.

“Suppose I refuse?”

Mark picked up his phone.

“With the touch of this button, your naked, perverted pictures, will go all over the internet! To millions and millions of viewers. In every state and town. Is that what you want?”

I felt a big lump in my throat. I swallowed to get rid of it. There was no way out of my situation. Even if I left town in the middle of the night, my pictures would be all over. There was nothing to do, except to comply.

We were now into August. I had been a sex slave to Mark, Cory and Paul for almost 7 weeks. They had sexually and mentally broken me down. They enjoyed exercising their power over me. I was given the name: Whore. I had to call all of them “Sir”. It was just another way of humiliating me.

However, I wasn’t complaining, because these last 7 weeks had been the most exciting I ever experienced. Their constant humiliation and domination over me, was very arousing.

They become more aggressive with bondage. At first it was just tying my hands and arms behind my back and a ball gag in my mouth. They began tying me up and keeping me in the closet. They only took me out when they wanted to use me for sucking or fucking, or both.

If I did something they didn’t like, they spanked my ass and made me stand in the corner with my head against the wall. That punishment always made my dick hard as a rock. Brought back memories of my dad doing the same thing to me.

They were using me everyday and sometimes all day. It is no easy task keeping up with three oversexed teens. They could get hard six to eight times a day and still have a large loads of sperm.

That Thursday morning, Mark and the boys picked me up at my house. We were going on a hike in the woods. I began to think, all of this started with a simple hike in the woods.

We parked and got out of the car. Mark immediately ordered me to strip. Cory tied my arms behind my back. Mark tied a nylon cord around the base of my dick and around my balls. The long end of the cord he used as a leash to pull me along the trail.

As we walked along the trail, Paul was striking my ass with a switch he had picked up. My ass cheeks were getting very sore and my dick was getting very hard. Mark had brought a large towel along. He tossed it over a fallen tree, then bent me over the tree trunk. It is no mystery about what would happen next.

We spent a good part of the day in the woods. I was feeling great, because the sun was out and there was a small breeze. We stopped by the stream. Mark, Cory and Paul stripped off their clothes and we all walked back to the car that way.

Even though we started off on the wrong foot, I felt a lot like a stepfather to them. A stepfather controlled sexually and socially by his three delinquent stepsons. Used and abused, but that would be another fantasy story.

Summer was coming to an end. School was ready to begin again and I had to go back to teaching soon again.
Mark, Cory and Paul were sitting on my sofa drinking beer watching the television. I was in the kitchen fixing sandwiches and snacks for them. I sat the plate on the coffee table and got into my usual position.

Cory looked down at me.

"Don't think just because you're going back to teaching school, you're through with us. We still have all the pictures. We still own you, Whore."

Mark took a swig of beer.

"Yeah. Everyday you go to class, you’ll be wearing this!”

He held a butt plug up in his hand. Paul jumped into the conversation.

“Yeah, and we’ll check to see if you’re wearing it. You don’t want to be caught without it!”

Just then, I remembered an old movie quote:

“This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship”

END.

by BJJL

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