Showing my pathetic high school teacher his limits

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The bell rang and the students started to pack their stuff and got up from their seats – ready for the mid-term vacation.

“It is me who ends class, not the bell!” yelled Mr. Ray.

Despite his 180 cm of height, the gawky build and his young age (he got a cute little cake for his 30th birthday a couple of months ago) didn’t give him much authority. Most of this class’s students were already adults themselves. I myself measured a good 190 and with my buff, athletic build, he could fit into me twice. I could eat him for breakfast without any doubt.

However, with the prospect of two weeks leisure time, everybody fell back to their chairs and waited for the closing remarks not willing to get into an argument.

“Please do not forget to work on your essays about the societal order during the Victorian era and how aristocrats from that period compare to today’s societal elite. Your work will make up 35% of your final grade, so put in some effort! I wish you some busy holidays.”

You could hear sighing here and there, mostly students who originally had hoped for an easy English course when signing up. But not with Mr. Ray. He took his teaching quite seriously and he was as closefisted with his A’s as Ebenezer Scrooge was with his money. Although my English was flawless and my argumentation stringent, his tasks always had a ‘challenging’ notion to them. He expected students to ‘think further’ and ‘question everything’. At least he put it that way. Most times he just wanted to see his own opinion reproduced on paper black and white. Just take his latest essay task as an example: It was clear to me that he wanted to hear something about how Victorian Lords and Ladies kept maids and butlers to serve them or the working class to run their factories, while just granting them a bare minimum of food and shelter to survive. Then, we should compare them to nowadays super billionaires who have massive wealth and keep ‘the working class’ occupied by granting them access to pointless materialism, namely new cars, new iPads, new clothes. Essentially, the ‘working class’ had just upgraded from food and shelter to television and fast cars.

Sometimes, I could go along with his argumentation, but occasionally I felt like deviating. Mostly, when his points were utter crap. Especially considering that our school was a private and wealthy one. Parents who sent their children here usually scored within the top 1% of net income. It felt like an act of rebellion from Mr. Ray to grant us with such homework. And although I usually didn’t care for personal sensitivities, the way he insisted on his perspective and let people score lower for expressing their individual opinions, gave me an urge to beat his shabbiness out of him. Funnily, I had prepared something to bring this snotty asshole back down to earth.

“Sorry Mr. Ray, but could I speak to you for a minute? It’s about my half-year’s score. If I put together all my tests and the oral scores, my final mark should be something around 1.4. However, my mid-year review lists English with a 2. As this is the certificate I’m going to use for my university applications, I wanted to ask whether there has been a mistake.” I inquired.

“No, there has been no mistake. It is within my individual judgment to round the grade up or down when it’s close enough to a tie. I know that it is unusual, but I wanted to motivate you to work even harder to score a solid 1 on your final diploma during the second semester, you know? Sometimes, you must work hard to get what you want” and he winked at me as if saying ‘not like the tons of money you spoilt kids get from daddy for free’.  He shut his briefcase and subconsciously finished our conversation, but I was not done yet.

“Sure. Thanks for being such a motivational teacher!” came out of my mouth while my innermost was fuming for a second because of the audacity to bring his own deficiency down on his students. But I relaxed immediately knowing that I had clarified the issue with our head principal already. He was a good friend of our family and had spent multiple afternoons in the country club with my father. Something Mr. Ray, or for that matter no other teacher at our school, could afford doing regularly. The principal found it ridiculous and corrected the issue right away.

“Since you’re such an exceptional teacher, the class has prepared a little mid-term gift for you. Not much, just a little something to come down and relax a bit. Enjoy!”

I handed him a voucher. It granted access to an individual spa room in my high-end gym for one afternoon. Those things were meant to relax in private with own changing rooms, sauna, hot tub, and heated stone loungers. Being our class representative, it also didn’t look suspicious that I was the one handing over the present.

What he didn’t know was that the gift was mine all alone. Further, the voucher code was linked to my gym profile so that I’d get a calendar appointment when it was redeemed to book a time slot.

“Thanks, Aleks. Although I usually don’t accept gifts from students, in this instance I think I can make an exception since it doesn’t come from an individual, but rather the entire class.”

He took a moment to inspect what he had just received. I feared he wouldn’t fall into my trap.

“I understand it’s a spa voucher, isn’t it? Can I bring my husband or is it limited to one person only?”

Gosh, his husband again. In classes, he sometimes interrupted teaching to talk about his better half for what felt like an eternity. Mathew here, Mathew there. Behind his back, students were already mocking him as Mr. Gay (I mean what are the chances?) because he was such a fan boy for his man. It would have been interesting to know whether Mathew was also just as much in love with Mr. Gay as vice versa…

“No, sorry, Mr. Ray. We thought it should be a relaxing retreat for you alone to clear your mind, forget the stressful hours with us, and stuff, you know?” I made something up on the spot and apparently, he bought it.

“Thanks again then and please forward my gratitude to your classmates as well. Have some nice vacation, Aleks!” and with these words he left the classroom. My trap was set, and I was eager to let Mr. Gay get caught.

 

It was Sunday evening when my phone buzzed to inform me about an upcoming event in my gym calendar. Tuesday afternoon, 1:00 pm, access code for the room attached. So, my beloved teacher had redeemed his voucher. Nice! Anticipation got hold of me and I started to prepare the stuff I’d need for this very special day…

 

On Tuesday, I went to the gym at 12:00. I didn’t want to miss out on Mr. Ray, and I could spend the remaining hour taking a short workout. Keeping an eye on the entrance, I spotted his arrival at 12:45 while I was at the bench press. The receptionist apparently recognized that Mr. Ray was not a member himself and used the chance to promote the gym. She explained some basics her finger pointing into different directions throughout the gym. Fortunately, she missed out on the free weight zone where I was working out currently. I considered the fortune a membership here cost and had to chuckle.

I put the weights back onto the pole and saw my teacher finally leaving the reception with his bag towards one of the private spa rooms. He entered room number four, I went to the lockers to grab my stuff, and followed him. Checking my phone, I typed in the access code and the door willingly opened with a ‘click’. I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me.

“Excuse me, but this room is occupied! Did I forgot to lock the door somehow?” came Mr. Ray’s annoying voice from the changing area.

“Would you mind…” he peaked around the corner apparently only covered with a towel around his waist as I could see his bare chest and the curled black hair on it. His eyes popped open when he saw me, and it took him a second to re-gain his speech.

“Aleks, what are you doing here? I thought these rooms are private?” was all he managed to ask while stepping into full view now. I had been right. He was naked, covered only by a towel he was holding tightly with his right hand.

I slowly started moving towards him step-by-step carrying my gym bag in my left hand.

“That is indeed correct. Private for members like me plus their selected friends and family. The voucher I gave you is my personal access code to the gym’s spa area and appointments are tied to my account. So basically, you are here thanks to my generosity. Maybe you should show some gratitude to your benevolent donor.” I was now only centimeters away. Our eyes met and you could see how uncomfortable he was with the entire situation.

“I knew something was odd about this. I shouldn’t have taken the voucher in the first place. It was you alone, not the class, right? If you assume to receive an upgrade to your mid-term grade with this, you are mistaken. I will leave immediately and report this attempt of bribery to the principal. Please leave this room!” And he turned his back on me, motioning to get back to his clothes. I didn’t let him. I grabbed his shoulder and held him in place.

“We are not doing anything from what you have just outlined. We are going to spend a very pleasant afternoon together. Well, pleasant for me, not so pleasant for you I presume.” I informed him.

“What are you talking about? If you think I’m some kind of perverted pedophile who uses the sauna with his students, you are even more deranged than I thought. And now let go of me, I will dress and leave!” he tried to order me around to get hold of the situation.

When his head turned and his mouth opened for another useless phrase, I spun his body around, kicked against his lower shinbone and brought him down to the ground on all fours. He was resting on his hands and knees, the towel still around his waist. Now, I was towering over him, his body enclosed between my legs. I let my gym bag drop next to us. Before he could understand what had just happened, I brought one knee down on the area between his shoulder blades and put my entire weight on it. Mr. Ray had to do a reversed slow-motion push-up to support my additional weight. I was surprised to see that he didn’t crash to the floor immediately. Nevertheless, his head rested on the tiled floor now with his face pointing towards my gym bag.

I took my sweaty tank top off and put it aside. Moving slightly forward on his back, I let my knees rest right and left from his shoulder blades on his arms, effectively immobilizing him on the ground.

“Are you fucking crazy?! Get away from me right now or I will scream for help! This is you last chance to…” was all he managed to say before I force-fed my sweat-soaked tank top into this motherfucker’s oral entry. If he was fighting before that, now he was in sheer rage. He was wiggling, shacking, and trying to get up with both his hands and feet. In my current position, it was difficult not to lose the upper hand with him rearing up like a bull. Therefore, I decided to change positions. Sliding a little down and positioning my legs in between his torso and arms, he thought he received a chance to break free. He tried to throw me off to one side and I played along, but in the motion, I brought my left arm around his throat and my legs below his stomach. Now I was the one lying on the floor with my back. However, not much had changed with respects to who had the upper hand in this fight. I was practically holding my teacher in a rear naked choke, legs crossed above his torso. He was still wiggling wildly, but in this position, it didn’t bother me at all. He tried to get my arms off with his hands, but his strength was already subsiding as I was pressing down on his windpipe. With one last uproar and shake to both sides, he consumed his remaining energy. He tapped on my leg twice to signal submission as you would in a wrestling match. But I was not accepting. Firstly, I could not risk it to be just a silly trap. Secondly, I wanted to devour this moment of domination over my filthy teacher who always thought so highly of himself. So, I kept the headlock up just to the point where I felt him getting lightheaded and his resistance subsiding. Since I had no plans to suffocate or knock Mr. Ray out, I released him from my choke hold and let his head drop to the floor.

“Don’t you dare to fucking move or I will knock you out completely the next time!” I commanded.

His mouth still gagged with my drenched gym top, he took in desperate grasps of air through his nose. Not daring or too light-headed to move, Mr. Gay just lie there trying to normalize his breathing. Meanwhile, I got up to my heels and went over to the gym bag. I unpacked some ropes which I brought from home. Back to our wrestling area, I started to firstly tie his hands above his head with a firm knot. Due to my extended choking, he was too breathless still to withstand my working. Having completed my knotting on his hands, I pulled him over the tiled floor towards and into the sauna room. He wiggled slightly on his way but didn’t provide much resistance after all.

Within and with him lying on his back on the wooden floor, I used another rope to tie his feet to one of the poles sustaining the benches where you’d sit during a sauna session. Finally, a third rope connected the knot around his hands to yet another bench pole. I also got rid of his towel revealing a rather tiny little wiener, covered by a lot of pubic hair. Maybe it was so small just due to the missing blood circulation? Who knows…

Now, Mr. Ray was entirely immobilized, outstretched on the wooden floor and buck naked. His breathing came more continuous now and it appeared he started to grasp the situation he was in.

I went out of the sauna room to undress myself and get some more required items. Firstly, I went to Mr. Ray’s pile of clothes, checked his pockets and found his smart phone. Secondly, I retrieved a black permanent marker from my gym bag as well as my own smart phone. Thirdly, I got rid of my gym shorts, shoes, and socks and covered myself with a towel. I’m not gonna lie: Our little fight left me sweating a bit, too, covering my entire body with a light shimmer of wetness. Well, it was finally time for some relaxation, wasn’t it? But before…

“Hey Mr. Ray, would you mind looking into the camera?” and with his face verification, I unlocked his phone. Luckily, he was using Instagram so that I did not have to download a new messenger for my plan. I befriended us and started to check through his phone’s gallery. Oh dear! He actually got a folder called ‘private stuff’, not encrypted! I snapped it open and dear lord, I was not disappointed. He had plenty of photos from his husband and himself, some rather ‘classy’ kissing on bridges or at restaurants. However, I kept scrolling and found the ‘spicy’ ones in their bedroom and even some nude or semi-nude images.

“Mr. Ray, I must admit, you have some rather interesting photos here. Further, I would have never imagined that you’d share such explicit material with a student like me and what are you writing now? ‘Dear Aleks, every time we have classes together, I barely endure the 90 minutes. The moment I see you, my cock gets hard, and I fear leaking pre-cum the entire time. After class, I have to leave for… you know, right? I love my husband, but he is a nothing compared to your gorgeous body and the self-esteem you carry around. If I could just have a single chance to prove my worthiness to a god like you, I’d lock away my dick for eternity. As you can see from the pictures, it’s not much to lock away anyhow. LOL!’ Well well well, Mr. Ray. Who would have thought that you are craving so much for me? These words and pictures, jeez, if anybody saw this, like the principal or your husband, that would end your career and your private life, wouldn’t’ it? Especially with one last photo, we are now preparing…”

I started using the permanent marker on his forehead. After I finished, the words ‘Master Aleks’ sperm bank’ emblazoned my teachers face. I quickly removed the gym top from his mouth, snapped a picture with his phone and sent it via our private chat. I put the phones aside and closed the sauna door.

“Gosh, despite your earlier pledges you seem to be indeed some kind of pedophile who likes to get into bed with his students. Incredible! What do you have to say in your own defense?” I inquired.

Mr. Ray’s face was a mixture of rage and fear. He knew he had been overpowered and outsmarted, and that there was no escape for him, so, while looking up to me with hatred in his eyes, he politely asked: “OK, you win. What do you want, Aleks? The better mark on your mid-term review?”

While I had been standing in the door frame before, next to his tied body, I now stepped on top of his stomach. First, just one foot adopting ‘The Thinker’s pose’ with my chin resting on my elbow resting on my knee.

“What could it be that I desire?” I took a minute to enjoy the hierarchy I had established.

“Eureka! I got it!” and with my exclamation I stepped on top of Mr. Ray with both of my feet and opened my arms as if to greet an imaginative audience.

Then, I bent my knees to be closer to his face and balanced on my feet’s balls to increase pressure on his chest. I looked him straight in the eyes and brought my index finger to his forehead.

“I want you to finally lose your complacent behavior and to show respect to your students, especially me. I don’t know whether you are jealous of my wealth or the fact that my English is just as smooth as yours being 12 years younger or that my future is shining bright like a star while yours has become a black hole already, but I’m sick of your shit. I’m sick of your homework. I’m sick of your self-righteousness. We will have a nice, educative, relaxing afternoon. Relaxing for me. Educative for you.”

I lifted myself up on his stomach. While keeping one foot on his flat chest to carry my entire weight, I started padding his cheek with my other foot. He turned his face away from my foot, probably a little disgusted from the smell, the moisture, and the degradation he had to endure. I took the chance to rest my foot on his cheek and temple, now also bringing some weight to it. I moved the foot closer to his nose, now that he couldn’t escape further. He was breathing through his mouth now. An act of rebellion once again, but this time I came prepared.

“Mr. Ray, sheesh! Let’s not be so formal anymore now that we got ourselves acquainted. Tom it is, isn’t it? Tom, I want you to take a deep breath through your nose and elaborate how my foot’s smell compares to your everyday smell experience when passing a flower field. Wouldn’t that be a task you might come up with? Come on, enlighten me with a lyrical solution! Now!”

He considered his option for another second, but then came an audible breath through his nose.

“Your foot smells like a long-withered flower of whatever kind. The one that you have already thrown on the dung pile and having it so close to my mouth makes me want to puke” he responded truthfully.

“Speaking of which” I turned 180 degrees on my heel, painfully turning it into my teacher’s stomach and walked over his body towards the sauna control panel and switched it on. With each step, Tom shifted slightly to better carry my feet’s weight where they came down.

After the power was turned on, I took a seat on the wooden bench. My feet rested on his chest. I had literally transformed him into my foot stool. But another level of humiliation was already awaiting.

“My feet are still sour and stressed from the workout I had prior to meeting with you. Be so kind to lick and massage them with your tongue” I commanded and brought both feet into Mr. Ray’s face now fully covering it with my size 46s.

“You have to be kidding me, I won’t do any….” he tried to argue, but before he had finished, I brought one foot down forcefully on his torso, driving the air out of his lungs. While he was still gasping, I had repositioned my foot on his face again. He didn’t argue again but started working on my heel with his tongue with careful motions. When he was done with my heel, he worked his way up the base towards my toes.

“I think there is still some sock lint in between my toes, if you don’t mind…” I let the remainder of the sentence trail off and moved my foot slightly to bring the space between my toes to his tongue. He quickly withdrew his tongue, received another blow to his chest, and started working again.

Slowly, the sauna started to heat up. I leaned back resting my head on the bench one level above me. I interlaced my fingers behind my head and closed my eyes taking slow and steady breaths.

I felt the sweat creeping down my body. With my feet being the lowest point, Mr. Ray was now also forced to drink up all the sweat streaming down my skin.

“Listen, fag. With you down there worshiping my feet and this heat, I get totally horny. I assume you don’t mind if I help myself, not that I really care” I informed him. I untied my towel and started slowly stroking my cock up and down. I was hard in no time with my sweat working as quasi-lube, but I wasn’t eager to shoot my load right away. I wanted to take it nice and slow. I stopped working on my meat and bent forward, a little lightheaded with the blood down between my legs now. I manspreaded on the wooden bench with my left foot now resting on Tom’s eyes taking his vision and my right foot on his belly. My teacher understood that his licking skills were temporarily not required.

“You thirsty after all this licking, bitch boy?” I asked giving my teacher the prospect of some physical relief and the possibility to hydrate.

“As if you’d care you little…” before he could curse me again, I stomped onto his stomach with such force that it left a red imprint on his skin. He winced audibly.

“OK, listen, you faggy loser. We must clarify something. If I ask you a question, you don’t retort, you reply respectfully. Your position is beneath me now, both literally as well as figuratively. And this won’t change until I will have graduated, understood? So, six months more in which you will remember today’s endeavor as well as the chat and photos I possess. I suppose you don’t wanna lose your job nor your relationship just to keep your sassy attitude. To stress my point, you are going to address me as ‘Mr. Turner’ or ‘Sir’ going forward, both today as well as in school. I don’t care how you disguise why you do it. Maybe just start calling all the students ‘Mr.’ and ‘Mrs.’. It might help to improve your connection to them. In contrast, I will keep calling you ‘Tom’ since I’ve lost any remaining respect I had for you. So, have you understood and are you thirsty, bitch boy?” To highlight what I had just said, I leaned forward balancing 90% of my weight on him.

“Yes, ok, understood. Please give me something to drink.” He replied. Bad mistake. My hand left an imprint, this time on his cheek. He shrugged back, not expecting my slap with his vision taken from my sole.

“Naaah, you didn’t understand properly. You missed out on proper form of address and the second phrase was more a command than a plea. Try again, Tommy boy.” I pushed down on him further.

“OK OK! I am sorry... Sir. I have understood and accept your conditions, Mr. Turner. Could you maybe give me something to drink for I am rather thirsty” he pleaded. Well, who am I to deny my teacher hydration?

I took a few seconds to collect some spit. When my mouth was half full, I let a good chunk drop onto his lips.

“Open up and help yourself, hahaha!” You could see the puddle already running towards the corners of his mouth due to the heat. He was still holding his lips tight.

“Dude, don’t be disrespectful or the next thing you will drink is my piss – for the next weeks! Hahahahah!” and with the prospect of having to get piss-fed he obliged now. He opened his lips slightly and I let drop another chunk of spit right into the slit. This time, most of it actually ended up in his mouth and I could see how he struggled to swallow.

“Good lord, you really seem to love my body liquids, sucking on my shirt, my sweaty toes, and now even drinking my spit. What a deranged man you are, Mr. Gay!” I humiliated him verbally.

“Please, Mr. Turner…” I could hear him whimper below me, not so insolent anymore.

“No, you had plenty of chances to prove yourself a good teacher or a good person for that matter. You retained your attitude and the way you looked down on us students and this is over here and now. Shut up and accept your punishment.”

I reclined again and started playing with my balls getting my manhood semi-hard. Then, I started slowly stroking it again. Due to all the sweat, the sounds of my activities were surely audible to my foot stool as well, but he didn’t dare to talk. I started moaning and my toes dug into Tom’s face and stomach. My meat was at full mast with pre-cum leaking from the top. I took a tiny bit with my index finger and tasted it. I savored the dark, bitter-sweet taste with a notion of salt in it due to the sweat which had mixed in. My limbs and lower abdomen were strained expecting the release of an orgasm. But again, I didn’t want to cum yet. I stopped the strokes and my entire body relaxed on the bench. I was breathing and sweating heavily. Tom’s body was absolutely wet with the mixture of both his and my sweat collecting on him. A little puddle had formed in his navel. I switched positions on the bench. Whereas I had been sitting on his right side to manspread my feet all over his face and body, I now took the position above his head. One heel now rested on his chest while my other leg was crossed over. This way, his field of vision was limited to the underside of my legs and cock with sweat dripping down on his face, throat, and chest. My semi-hard cock hung over the edge of the bench and leaked pre-cum, desperately begging for climax which I denied for the moment. I considered that some of it might actually drop onto Tom’s foreskin, but I didn’t care and relaxed a few minutes more.

Looking at the timer, I realized that we’d already spent 10 mins in here with heat on. Time flies when you’re having fun, I guess… I put my feet next to Tommy’s ears, slipped forward bringing my balls into his field of vision and got myself ready for the final play.

With my right hand working on my manhood, my left hand circled around my left nipple, pinching it from time to time. The inflicted pain was just barely sensible with my nerves strained to the expectation of an orgasm. My ass, thighs, and abdomen tightened again. My back lifted from the bench. Guttural grunts came from my throat and spit built up in my mouth which I was not able to swallow. My pulse increased substantially, and I could feel how lightheaded I became due to the heat. My meat now filled my entire hand and was desperate to release its load.

“FUUUUCK!” With an animalistic outcry, I emptied my balls over my teacher’s body and face, one pump, two pumps, three pumps. It felt like spreading a gallon of sperm. With the final pump, I collapsed on the bench taking in deep breaths through mouth and nose, eyes closed. I took another moment to catch my breath and get the blood back into my head.

“Daaaamn bro!” I said when looking down. “Tom, you’re fully covered in a mixture of sweat and sperm” and my words didn’t grasp the funniness of the situation. There was a huge puddle of white liquid on his chest with the main runlet going downwards to his navel. But basically, Tom’s entire torso had sprinkles of smaller and larger size. Some of it had even reached his own pubic hair looking as if he’d cum himself. His face was a mess, too. The heat had caused it to turn red like a cherry, but it had white spots where the jizz had landed. One particular companion was resting on his lip waiting to be swallowed while Tom pressed them tightly together. Just as tightly as his right eye which also carried some of my godly liquid. Within his nostrils, the sock lint was absorbing some of my juice, surely forming a pungent, manly odor. One could see how difficult it was for him to breath normally without pulling the sperm-lint deeper into his nose.

Careful not to step onto my latest work of art or the splashers around it on the wooden floor, I went for the control panel and turned it off. I opened the door and stepped outside, enjoyed the fresh air, and stretched a little. Unhurried, I went to my pile of clothes. I took one of my black Nike Air Max Plus gym shoes with my socks in it with me. From the sports bag, I gathered some more meters of rope. On my way back, I grabbed my phone and took another picture of my jizz-covered teacher. Then, I kneeled next to him, started to clean off some of the spunk from the wooden floor and the torso with my black Nike crew socks, and pressed his mouth open applying pressure to his jaw on both sides. My sweat and cum soaked socks went inside stretching his fag face to the limits. This way, his own saliva would slowly mix with my body liquids and the only escape for the accumulating cocktail would be to swallow it. Then, I unlaced my Air Max and pressed it over his face carefully positioning the opening over his nose with the shoe’s peak hovering in his line of vision. I wrapped the laces around the back of his head and tightened them having completed a full rotation. He tried to wiggle the shoe of by moving his head from left to right, but it was no use. The laces were too short and tightly knotted. All he could do now was to breath in the acidic, foul-smelling foot odor which has seeped into my shoe over the course of my five year’s possession.

“Take your time to remember my taste and smell, loser. Maybe over the course of the next six months, I might come to you with two different pairs of well-worn socks and challenge you to find out which one is mine, just for fun of course. But if you fail, be sure that punishment is subsequent.”

However, I was still not entirely finished. I untied the knot chaining Tommy’s feet to the wooden bench but tied the feet themselves together closely. I raised them to a 45° angle which was roughly my chest’s height, so one meter from bench to terminal position... I took some rope and fixated one end to the wooden bench. Measuring one meter, the other end was secured around his ankles. To an outsider, this might have looked strange because he now had more room to move his legs around, but that was just part one. Starting part two, I secured the start of another rope around my teacher’s ball sack. Tightly, so it couldn’t slip off easily. Disgusting as it was to touch his testicles, the fun it would bring equalized my concerns. The two open ends of the rope went below his armpits over his shoulders and back towards his feet. While pulling on the rope to do so, you could see that Mr. Ray was even more uncomfortable than before, wiggling and grunting into the self-made gag. I had to be careful not to get knocked out by his rather freely moving legs. Rising his feet back to my chest level and straining the bench-feet-rope to maximum, I now secured the other end of the ball sack rope to his ankles as tightly as possible. The stress position was complete: He couldn’t raise his legs more than 45° to get into a comfortable position where his abs were no longer under tension as his feet were tied to the bench. On the other hand, if he let his torso’s tension subside bringing his feet below my predetermined angle, the other rope would pull on his ball sack inflicting serious pain. Not to be mentioned that I was content with my work.

“OK Tommy boy, enjoy your afternoon lunch-workout. Let your cum-covered body cool down a little. While you can take a nap or something, I will spend some time in the jacuzzi. Of course, you can also take the time to deliberate why you deserve this treatment, you little shit hole.”

I shut the door close to avoid hearing his constant whining and struggling and went for the hot tub…