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Kyle Earns an A - 2 
by dale10 (dale10gut@yahoo.com)

***

Kyle's servitude to Mr. Hinkle gets significantly 
more challenging. His sexual horizons are expanded, 
as he tries to get that A and graduate. (MMm. 
Underage, reluc, inc, mast, oral, anal, blkmail, 
huml)

***

Seventeen year old Kyle crawled naked across the cold 
basement floor. His muscular young body was covered 
in sweat, even though the temperature was quite cool 
in the cellar. He was covered with sweat because Mr. 
Hinkle was giving him one of his "workout sessions." 

It was a Saturday about ten thirty in the morning, so 
poor Kyle had the whole day and evening of torture 
ahead of him. Kyle was crawling on hands and knees, 
but he arched his young back so his beautiful 
muscular round teenage jock ass was high up in the 
air. That made it an easier target for Mr. Hinkle. 
Kyle also crawled with his legs far apart. That made 
it much more difficult to travel, but it kept his 
full, heavy teenage swinging balls in view, so Mr. 
Hinkle could also swat those if he chose to. Kyle had 
nice full low hanging nuts. They had been stretched 
by Mr. Hinkle over the last few weeks. He liked his 
boys with low hanging scrotums. He had worked with 
some boys until their nut sacks hung half way down 
their thighs. That can be quite a sight on a boy of 
sixteen or seventeen.

Mr. Hinkle stood over the boy, naked as well, his 
gross fat body pale and hairy. He held a large wooden 
spoon in one hand, and now and then he whacked the 
boy on the ass globes or sometimes the fucksack. This 
was agonizingly painful for young Kyle. The boy 
sobbed as his fat scrotum was smacked with the spoon.

"Come on, crawl faster you piece of shit. Haven't you 
learned anything in the past few weeks? Has all my 
patient training of you been for nothing? Move your 
worthless cunt!" Mr. Hinkle did not believe in 
sparing the rod.

Kyle had no choice. He needed to graduate. He needed 
to get a sports scholarship to college. Mr. Hinkle 
was his key to success. If he lived that long. Some 
days, poor young Kyle ached so much from his sessions 
with Mr. Hinkle, that he was sure he would never make 
it to graduation. His smooth young body was in 
constant pain. His limbs felt stiff, and his cute ass 
was a raging fire of torment. Some days, he could not 
even sit down, his ass hurt him so badly. 

The boy no longer had any friends at school. That 
started when Mr. Hinkle made him break up with his 
girlfriend and forbade him to even speak to any girls 
in school. Kyle...who had been the stud girl fucker 
of Wilmont High, now hung his head and turned away 
from conversations with the opposite sex. You know 
how kids are. Rumors flew that Kyle might be gay. The 
clothing Mr. Hinkle forced him to wear didn't help. 

Kyle's wardrobe was now restricted to very small, 
tight thin tee shirts, the material so thin that the 
brown discs of his nipples showed through, and so 
short that three or more inches of naked boy belly 
showed at the bottom. He was also made to wear the 
very new and fashionable "skinny jeans" that were 
once again back in style. But the monstrous Mr. 
Hinkle made the boy wear ones that were two or three 
sizes too small. The pants looked like a second skin 
on poor Kyle. His ass looked obscene in them. They 
only rode half way up his ass, so about four inches 
of ass crack showed in the back. 

Kyle was forbidden underwear. These tight pants were 
designed to be worn with boxer shorts which were 
meant to show over the low rise of the waist. On 
Kyle, only naked teen boy ass crack showed. Not only 
that, but the ass seam of the pants rode up between 
Kyles ass cheeks. Some of his friends thought he must 
be on drugs. They began to make fun of him and taunt 
him, even in public.

In front, the result of the tight trousers was tragic 
for the poor boy.

The top snap of the pants was barely an inch above 
the root of Kyle's thick dick, and the boy's ample 
fuckmeat pushed the front of the jeans out 
perversely. A huge lump swelled down one leg, where 
his balls had to be pushed. Both Mr. Hinkle and Kyle 
thought that all that prick hair showing was too 
obscene for school, so Mr. Hinkle made Kyle shave off 
all his pubic hair except for a tiny patch right at 
the base of the dick. 

Teachers who had adored Kyle and praised him as the 
star student and athlete at the school, now shook 
their heads in disgust and also whispered things 
about drugs. How else to explain such a sudden fall 
from grace? Mr. Wilson, a perverted and somewhat 
sadistic teacher at the school, loved to make Kyle 
stand at the front of the class to give reports, so 
all the kids could see his obscene look. 

Some of the girls and some fags hungrily eyed the 
boy's amazing dick bulge in the tight pants. When 
Kyle entered the boys bathroom to piss, most of the 
other boys in there would zip up and leave, not 
wanting to be with such a pervert! 

One day, Mr. Hinkle broke the zipper on Kyle's pants, 
causing them to gape open. The flesh of his teen dick 
was clearly on display when he walked. Mr. Hinkle 
forbade the boy to cover his crotch in any way. 
Students roared with laughter and pointed at him when 
we went down the hall. Twice, his dick actually fell 
out through the open pants. Mr. Hinkle informed Kyle, 
he was to tell anyone who asked that the zipper 
broke. Kyle had to go through the entire school day 
with his pants gaping and his fuckmeat on display to 
anyone who looked. Do you have any idea what that can 
do to a seventeen year old?

Now, with Kyle kneeling on all fours naked in the 
basement, Mr. Hinkle reached down and began to work 
the wooden spoon up into Kyle's asshole. Kyle gasped 
and gritted his teeth in pain, as the spoon was 
roughly thrust into his teenage rectum. His was used 
to being violated by now. Mr. Hinkle fucked him 
almost every day and derived perverse pleasure in 
shoving other objects than his fat German dick up the 
boy's stretched hole.

"Loosen up that cunt, you motherfucking freak! If you 
want to graduate you need an A, and if you want that 
A from me, you got to have a loose cunt!" The mantra 
was the same every day. Mr. Hinkle stroked his fat 
prick with one hand, enjoying the sight of the well-
built boy, curling the toes of his large athlete's 
feet in agony as the spoon was fucked in and out of 
his moist boy asshole.

"I heard two of the boys today in the hall talking 
about how you had become a faggot! You are no longer 
the favorite in the school, Yah? I heard also the 
coach put you on the bench for most of the game last 
week. Good! They all need to know what a fucking 
Asswipe, shitface you are! PUSH BACK ON THE SPOON. 
FUCK THE SPOON!" Kyle sobbed as he pushed back onto 
the spoon so it rode deeper in his guts. 

He sobbed now, not from the pain, although that was 
considerable. No, he cried from the loss of his 
status and position in the school. He had been the 
pride of the high school. Now, no one even spoke to 
him. And to be benched during a big game, meant that 
the coach no longer respected and trusted him. Well, 
Kyle was something of a physical and mental wreck 
from his daily sessions with Mr. Hinkle, not to 
mention the even more strenuous longer weekend 
sessions.

"Here, lift your face up, Cuntboy, my Schwantz is 
leaking!" Kyle lifted up his cute seventeen year old 
face, and Mr. Hinkle wiped his dick leak on the boy's 
nose and lips. 'You Fucking Dick Hole! Leave the 
spoon up your ass, and crawl over and bring me back 
the homework I assigned you!"

The "homework" was as perverted and obscene as the 
teacher! Kyle, with his muscular ass cheeks rolling 
and the wooden spoon sticking out of his hole like a 
tail, crawled over to his bookbag in the corner and 
came back with some eight by ten photos he had 
created on the printer of his computer. As he had to 
crawl, he carried the photos in his mouth between his 
teeth. Fuck he looked cute.

"I thought about having your teeth pulled, so you 
could give a better cocksuck, but you see your teeth 
still come in handy. Although I suppose, we could 
make a decent dental plate for you. Let me see how 
you did on your homework! Did you accomplish your 
task?"

Kyle gulped back a painful sob just thinking of the 
homework assigment. What a nightmare it had been. 
Drugging his own mother had been the worst part in 
may ways.

"Now let me see!" Mr. Hinkle took the photos. "Your 
assignment was to get totally naked photos of your 
mother, showing her pussy in close up! And then using 
a timer, some photos showing you naked in bed with 
her, rubbing your dick on her face! I see the drugs I 
gave you, worked just fine. My, my, she is a 
beautiful woman. Good enough to fuck, Yeah?"

Kyle shook with terror as the monstrous teacher 
examined the photos. He shuddered at the memory of 
having to strip naked and crawl into bed with his own 
mother. True she was unconscious, but he was fully 
aware of what he had done. Now he was unable to even 
look at her when he talked to her, and she couldn't 
understand why.

"Look how fat your cock looks lying across her face! 
Very pretty. But why are there no photos of your dick 
hard? NO, no, this will not do! You should have and 
erection in these photos. A nice hard teenage dick 
rubbing on your mother's face."

"Please, Sir, I couldn't get hard, it's my own 
mother. I just couldn't!"

Mr. Hinkle grabbed a thick belt and brought it down 
on the boy's naked back. Kyle fell to the cold 
cement.

"Fucking loser! Do you want to graduate or not? Do 
you want to go to college or not?"

"Yes... yes, Sir!" the boy sobbed, tears running down 
his cheeks.

"Then you will complete your assignments! Now you 
will have to repeat this session with your drugged 
mother! And this time I want to see your cock hard 
and leaking! And to punish you for not doing your 
job...this time, I want to see a nice full photo of 
you shoving your cock into your mother's mouth!"

"Oh God, No!" Kyle gasped.

"Oh, don't be such a fucking sissy! Lots of high 
school boys your age fuck their mothers. The husband 
is gone, or not interested any more, the mother is 
horny and lonely, she looks every day at her muscular 
handsome son, and the son is fifteen or sixteen and 
needs to fuck all the time. It is only natural. You 
are just a fucking coward, Kyle. Don't you think your 
mother craves your big teenage dick? She knows you 
fuck the girls you date. 

"Sorry, the girls you dated... no more of that 
nonsense, eh? Ha ha! But your poor cunt of a mother 
is unconscious in these photos, so she cannot even 
enjoy her own boy's fuckmeat! Too bad! I want some 
nice photos of your dick in her mouth! Your hard, 
dripping dick! Do you understand?" He smacked the 
belt down over and over on the kid's naked back, 
leaving red welts. Kyle screamed in pain.

"On your back, you useless piece of Shit!" Kyle 
rolled over on his back, the spoon still sticking 
from his teenage asshole. "Knees up to your chest, 
spread your legs!" Kyle obeyed, and Mr. Hinkle raised 
his arm and brought the thick leather belt down right 
on the boy's thick dick and fat scrotum! It's a good 
thing the basement was soundproof.

"Quickly show me how much you love my dick, and I may 
not strike you again." 

The teenager scrambled to his knees and opened his 
mouth. He engulfed the bloated dripping dick of his 
German teacher. He could taste the filth from under 
the German's foreskin. He could taste the accumulated 
dick crud and the fresh leaking pre-fuck. Kyle was 
straight. There was nothing gay about him, but 
recently he had sucked dick almost every day. Now he 
slurped at the fat Prussian prick noisily. 

He knew Mr. Hinkle loved it when he made a pig of 
himself and slobbered over the dick. He took long 
noisy sucks and then pulled back and let the prick 
slip out of his mouth and wetly slap his face. He 
lunged at the nuts, lapping at them like an animal. 
He lifted each ball on his tongue, and moaned with 
passion and ecstasy. Then he sucked on the man's 
pubic hair. Then he plunged his face down on the 
rampant dick once again, this time taking it down his 
throat as he had been taught to do.

"Reach back and fuck the spoon in and out of your ass 
while you suck me. Show me how much my dick turns you 
on."

Suddenly Mr. Hinkle hopped up onto a sofa in the 
corner of the cellar decorated rather like a rec-
room. He stood there on the sofa, all professorial. 
He even had a neck tie grossly hanging around his fat 
neck. Otherwise he was totally bare assed, with his 
fuckmeat leaking from under his fat belly.

"Hurry, little Cuntboy! Crawl over and gobble my 
dick! Hurry up, Fuckface!" Kyle scrambled across the 
room, his tongue hanging out of his teenage mouth 
like a puppy, as he had been taught to do. This was 
all part of the perverse game. He had been taught to 
crawl like a dog, tongue out, panting after Mr. 
Hinkle's dick.

"That's it, my little Fuckpuppy. You know what you 
want, don't you? You want my German Prick! You want 
my sweaty cum filled nuts!

You want to lick and suck my asshole, don't you?"

There was nothing worse than having to lick and suck 
Mr. Hinkle's asshole. His ass cheeks were fat and 
flabby, and the sour smell from between them was 
nauseating. Also he loved to blow farts into Kyle's 
face as the boy licked at the brown rectum! How could 
Kyle put up with this? Why would Kyle put up with 
this? He knew his entire future was at stake.

He wanted so to play sports...to go to a good school. 
Too make it in life. He didn't see any option.

Mr. Hinkle lifted one foot and placed it on the back 
of the soft top. This opened up his ass a bit. His 
balls swung ugly and hairy.

"Come on, Teenage Fuckdump get your face down under 
my balls and lick me good. For lunch today I have 
prepared for you a nice Cum and snot sandwich and I 
will give you a nice tall glass of fresh piss! And 
then all afternoon, I am going to fuck your ass, not 
only with my schwantz, but with many things! I even 
bought a loaf of french bread. I will fuck your ass 
with that until it is soggy with ass juice, and then 
you can eat it for dinner. 

"In the evening, you will make a nice masturbation 
and ass fucking video for me that I will send to my 
friends over the internet. You will sit and bounce on 
a twelve inch dildo while you masturbate your 
pathetic teen horse prick! Then every few minutes, 
you will rise up off the dildo and lick your ass scum 
off of it! 

"That should make a fun video, don't you think? You 
will end by jerking off over the photo of your own 
mother and shooting your cum onto the photo. Then you 
will lick the cum off the photo, and then piss on the 
photo until it is soggy, and then you will eat the 
piss soaked photo.

"Tomorrow, I am going to stick thumb tacks in your 
feet and have you dance for me. I will send you home 
early tonight, so you can get those new photos of 
your cunt mother for me. And if the photos of you 
with your dick in your mouth are not good enough, I 
swear to God, I will make you bring me some of you 
fucking her! I may do that anyway, so you had better 
be a good little Shit!"

Kyle cried as he sucked on Mr. Hinkle's smelly ass. 
He thought of the beautiful girls he used to date. He 
thought of the hot pussy he used to fuck several 
times a week. He thought of the sports teams on which 
he played and the praise he had gotten. Could he hold 
out just a few months? Could he put up with this 
unbelievable humiliation, just until he graduated? 
Some day he would get revenge, but for now, he had to 
do what he had to do!

"Shove your tongue way up my asshole and wiggle it 
around!" Mr. Hinkle barked, bending over slightly so 
his ass would open up more to the boy's ministering.

"Oh fuck, I am going to shoot!" Mr. Hinkle pulled 
away from Kyle and turned on the couch, so he could 
blast his hot fuckslop all over the boy's face. He 
loved to shoot on Kyle's cute young face. No sight 
pleased him more than that of a cute teenage boy with 
his face covered with cock snot! After he finished 
spurting, he would scoop up the cum with his spongy 
dickhead and make the boy eat it! Then he would slap 
the boy's face with his dick. He loved to do that. 
Mr. Hinkle could smell the stink from his sweaty 
armpits and reminded himself to make Kyle lick his 
armpits clean. It was so much more fun than 
showering.

Was there no hope for poor handsome young Kyle?

To be continued...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story 
is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything
in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in 
"real life" can look forward to many unproductive 
years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in 
their local prison system.
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