by Omerod Home
Continued…
Tommy stood up straight. He stuffed his cum dripping dick back into the pouch of his jockstrap.
Grady rose to his feet. He stripped off his jockstrap. He slapped his drooling cock back and forth with both hands.
The three nineteen-year-old wrestlers huffed. They puffed. They panted. They rubbed their sticky hands over their sweaty bodies. They gripped their cocks. They groped their muscular bodies. They played with their balls. As they savored the afterglow of their ball draining cums, they were also arousing themselves for the next round of dick pounding, ball bursting fun.
Russell gasped. He groaned. He sobbed. Antwon's cum coated the inside of his mouth. Cum clogged his throat. Cum filled his belly. The taste of the wrestler's black dick meat lingered on his tongue. The perfume of the wrestler's crotch filled his nostrils. The shame of having sucked the wrestler's cock filled his mind. He shuddered. He shook. He wept.
Russell's bruised cock and balls sent a constant ache through his loins. His well-whipped ass burnt as if it were on fire. Every bloody crescent cut into his thighs was a little mouth that screamed with pain. He gasped. He groaned. He shifted his weight upon the desk top. He groaned. He rubbed his raw ankles against the cords that tied them to the legs of the desk. He groaned. He twisted his wrists which were bound behind his back. He groaned. He swallowed. He groaned. He licked his raw and swollen lips. He groaned. He thought about the taste and smell and feel of the wrestler's big black cock thrusting in and out of his mouth and throat. He groaned.
Russell could not breathe without hurting himself. He could not move without hurting himself. He could not think without hurting himself. He gulped. He gasped. He groaned. He sobbed. He lay naked and bound belly down and drpaed over his own desk and prayed silently that his ordeal was over.
Antwon squeezed his big black prick. He pushed the last few drops of his pearly cum out of the thick shaft. He shook the drops off onto Rusell's sweaty face.
"You ain't much of a cocksucker, Newtie," Antwon mockingly complained.
Grady laughed. He stooped down. He picked up Russell's blood soaked belt from the floor. As he draped the sodden belt around his thick neck, Grady snortled,
"He needs more practice, Ant!"
"He can practice on this...."
Tommy pulled down the front of his jockstrap and his big Irish cock popped up with its flaming red head poking out of his tight foreskin.
"Please, no more," Russell begged.
The pain wracked teacher raised his head and chest from the desktop. He looked around him in desperation.
"Please, I can't take anymore," he pleaded. "Please. Boys, please."
Grady pulled the bloody belt from around his neck. He playfully slapped the blood soaked leather strip across Russell's whip-marked ass.
The teacher yelped in pain.
"Don't be such a baby, Newt," Grady laughed. "You've only sucked Antwon's cock. You can't expect me and Tommy to miss out."
Tommy moved around to the front of the desk. He shouldered Antwon aside. He took the black wrestler's place in front of the teacher's face.
"Yeah, wrap your lips around this cunt fucker, teach," he snorted as he wiped his sticky cock head over Russell's mouth. "I want some of that good tonguing and deep throat."
Grady slapped the leather belt against Russell's whip-torn ass again and chortled,
"Besides, Newtie, cocksucking ain't what were here for. We're here to ride your ass. The fun hasn't even started and you want to quit."
Tommy took his place in front of the desk before the teacher's face. He stood with his muscular legs spread. He held his big slab of freckled Irish beef held firmly in one hand as if he were trying to choke the monster. The shaft bulged out above his hand. The thick, hard and heavily veined shaft jutted toward the teacher's face. The sticky lips of the flared cock head almost touched Russell's puffy lips.
Antwon moved behind the desk. His hard cock and big black balls swayed between his legs as he walked.
"Let's get him on his back, Grady," Antwon suggested. "I want to play with his cock and balls. This bastard don't hurt nearly enough."
"Good idea, Ant," Grady assented, "I got some plans for his tits and I want to see his face when I put my dick up his ass."
The two heavy weight wrestlers quickly untied the groaning teacher. They rolled him over onto his back with his head hanging over the front of the desk. Tommy's big Irish cock head brushed across his cheek as he turned.
Russell screamed. He struggled. Every rough hand on his thighs and ass was agony. Every movement of his body hurt. Every thought in his head was to fight and get away.
He knew that he was being prepared for more rape and torture. He had to fight. No amount of pain could stop his struggles. No amount of struggling could save him from the hands and dicks of his muscular tormentors.
Grady and Antwon manhandled Russell onto his back on top of the desk. Tommy stepped forward and held the teacher's shoulders down. Grady and Antwon each took one of Russell's wrists and tied it to one of his bloody ankles.
They bound the struggling teacher hand to foot and then elbow to knee. His knees were drawn up on either side of his chest and his legs were spread wide. He was forced to hold himself wide open. His muscular chest and cobbled belly were exposed fields for play. His bruised cock and balls were a swollen and unprotected mass between his legs. His whip tender ass was wide open. His little winking asshole was on full display.
Russell's head hung over the front edge of the desk. Tommy moved in closer to the teacher. The underside of his big Irish cock rested on Russell's face. His big pink ball sack hung over the teacher's chin.
Russell could see Tommy's curly red pubic hairs glistening with sweat and clotted cum. He could see the pink fuzz covering the wrestler's ball sack. He could see the two heavy balls outlined beneath the wrinkled skin.
Russell could feel the weight of the Irish wrestler's cock resting on his face. He could feel the heat of sexual arousal. He could smell the perfume of hot cum. Russell groaned. He licked his lips. He opened his mouth.
"Looks like Newtie likes the taste of dick meat," Tommy sneered as his took his throbbing cock in hand. "He's sure eager to wrap his lips around a second helping."
Antwon reached out with his black hand. He flicked the metal tags hanging from the ring in the end of Russell's bruised dick. The teacher's dick jumped. The tags jangled.
He’d almost passed out when the black wrestler started to kiss his feet, inhaling that manly fragrance and clearly intoxicating himself with it. He worked Russell’s feet with his lips before licking the coach’s soles from heels to toes. He eventually started sucking on ole brusied-cock’s pedal digits. And while he did this, he used one hand to pump his own huge black shaft. He eventually shot his load like a geyser while his mouth was licking Sam's soles and sucking his toes.
Russell did pass out then.
To be continued…,
