by Omerod Home
Continued…
Grady and Tommy spread the teacher's legs and used two of the electrical cords to bind his ankles to the feet of the desk.
Tommy even placed his face close to Russell’s bare feet before he tied them. He kept his face close to the teacher’s feet for about 10 seconds and seemed almost confused by the lust he was feeling. "No time to be shy and confused…start licking, you half-wit!” The youth said to himself, just under his breath. He stuck his tongue out and touched Russ’ foot with it. He could actually taste dirt, sweat and sock fluff.
He then began licking the muscled teacher’s foot up and down for about 10 full minutes. They were dirty and sweaty. He should have felt sick licking them, but he didn’t. He even began to moan lowly with pleasure as he started in on Russell’s toes. He put his tongue on those sweaty, dirty digits and started licking and moving it around those piggies for about another 5 before he swapped the feet. He licked the teacher’s sole for 10 minutes before going at the toes again. His penis was leaking by the time he stopped… so that he and Grady could pull Russell's arms behind his back. They then tied his wrists.
Tommy reached between the teacher's legs. He brushed the man's bruised balls and whipped dick aside. He pulled open the center draw of the desk. Russell's cock and balls dropped into the open drawer. Tommy slammed the drawer shut.
Every powerful muscle in Russell's body contracted. He leapt up with such force that he lifted the desk from the floor. Man and desk crashed back down.
Russell screamed, a banshee wail that echoed through the empty corridors of the school. He raised his head. He bucked. He thrashed. He arched his back. He dropped his head over the front of the dest. In between screams he puked.
Antwon leapt back from the front of the desk as the chunky vomit hit the floor at his feet.
"Oh, fucking gross," the big black athlete shouted.
"Here...."
Grady gathered up the shreds of Russell's clothing. He tossed the bundle of rags to the black wrestler,
"Use these."
Antwon waited until Russell quit heaving. He wiped the man's dripping mouth with the rags of the teacher's own shorts. He used the rest of Russell's torn clothes to mop up the floor.
Russell sobbed. He did not know anything could be so painful. His cock and balls, roared with pain. His belly cramped. His body shook. Sweat ran down his bare skin in streams. His hands, tied behind his back, were balled into fists. He sobbed. H groaned. He whimpered. Every breath he took was agony.
"What a pussy," Tommy sneered. "Pinch his cock and balls a little and he cries like a sissy."
The big Irish wrestler reached between the teacher's quivering legs. He pulled open the desk drawer. Russell's cock and balls hung rested on the bottom of the open drawer. His hairless pink ball sack was swollen to a deep purple globe. The bloated nuts inside filled the sack to bursting. They seemed to pulse beneath the tightly stretched purple skin. The teacher's cock was as dark as his nut sack. The shaft was swollen to nearly twice its normal size. The chrome ring with its dog tags was buried in its bloated head.
Antwon seized the long black curls on the back of Russell's head. He pulled the teacher's face up so that the tear filled eyes were looking straight into the bulging pouch of his dirty jockstrap.
"What'll it be, Teach?" Antwon demanded as he hooked a thumb into the elastic waistband of his jock strap. "Do you want what I got in here or do you want Tommy to slam the drawer again."
For emphasis, Tommy pushed the drawer in far enough to make the front slap against the teacher's bruised ball sack.
"No, please, no!" Russell shrieked. "Not again! Please not again! You'll ruin me!"
"I'll ruin you," Tommy snarled as he pulled the drawer back out, "if you don't tell us how much you want to suck Antwon's big black slab of dick meat."
"Please, please," Russell begged between sobs. "I'll do anything. Please don't slam the drawer. Don't slam the drawer."
"Then this is what you want, Teach," Antwon asked.
The big black wretler pulled down the waistband his jockstrap. He hooked the heavy elastic underneath his hefty ball sack.
Freed from the confines of the jockstrap, Antwon's dick popped up thick and hard like a small black arm. The big pink head punched him in his hard flat belly. His cockhead pushed out of his thick foreskin like a big pink mushroom pushing its head out of a circle of rich black earth. The big pink head was shiny. A thick collar of yellow headcheese coated the thick ridge at its base. A drop off clear precum oozed from its pouting lips.
Beneath the pulsing slab of black dick meat, hung a hefty ball sack. The wrinkled skin was several shades darker and covered with tufts of kinky black hair. Two big balls filled the sack. They nestled up close to the base of Antwon's throbbing prick.
A great heat emanated from the black wretler's hairy crotch. The aroma from a rich blend of sweat, piss, headcheese and precum rose from his crotch in a thick vapor of sexual arousal.
Russell saw the hard black cock and heavy balls. He felt the heat of Antwon's crotch wash across his face. He smelled the rich perfum of the black wrestler's arousal. He took a deep breath. He held it for a moment. He released it very slowly.
"Smell good?"
Antwon gave the hair on the back Russell's head a jerk,
"It tastes even better."
"Go on. Taste it, Teach," Tommy encouraged.
He lifted his teacher's bruised cock and balls from the drawer. He squeezed the swollen purple package between both his ham like Irish hands.
"No, please!"
Russell cried as he felt the pressure of Tommy's strong hands close over his bruised cock and balls.
Tommy increased the pressure on the teacher's aching equipment.
"No, don't," he sobbed.
Almost immediately he found his mouth filled with the juicy head of Antwon's dick before he could close his lips again.
"Taste good, Teach?" Antwon crowed.
He pulled Russell forward by the teacher's long black hair. He thrust his own powerful hips forward to drive more of his hard black cock into the teacher's mouth.
"Feel good, Teach?"
Tommy laughed and squeezed Russell's bruised cock and balls harder between his strong Irish hands.
Russell writhed. He twisted. He tried to lift himself from the desk. He tried to pull his cock and balls from Tommy's hands. He tried to escape the massive hot black dick pushing into his mouth.
He screamed. His agony bubbled out around Antwon's hard cock in white foam.
Grady looked at Antwon holding the teacher by the hair and forcing his big black cock into the man's unwilling mouth. He looked at Tommy squatting on the floor behind the teacher and squeezing the man's aching cock and balls between his ham like hands. He looked at Russell screaming and struggling against the twofold attack of his muscular friends. Grady had to get in on the fun.
From around his neck, Grady took the thin leather belt, which he had pulled from around the teacher's waist. He wound the buckle end of the belt around his fist. He raised his arm. He brought the leather strap down across Russell's firm white ass.
Russell's eyes opened wide. A cry of pain mingled with surprise bubbled out around Antwon's massive meat. The teacher raised his ass from the desk and pulled his cock and balls from Tommy's hands.
A bright red welt bloomed across both of Russell's ass cheeks. The welt had not reached full red ripeness before a second welt bloomed beside it.
Using the full power of his well-developed shoulders, Grady crisscrossed the teacher's ass with wicked red lines. He raised his muscular arm. He brought it down. The thin leather strap cracked across the teacher's ass.
The cheeks turned red. The welts reached full ripeness and split. Clear fluid, thick as syrup ran from them. The skin peeled back in little lacy curls to expose the raw meat underneath. Blood oozed from wounds and mingled with the clear syrup to make a pink froth.
It was Tommy's turn to stand behind the struggling teacher and watch.
To be continued….
