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Kyle Earns an A - 4 
by dale10 (dale10gut@yahoo.com)

***

Mr. Hinkle takes his sex games with young high school 
senior Kyle to a higher level, and more men join in 
the fun. Kyle is force to service some disgusting 
dudes. (MMm, Fm, nc, inc, tor, oral, anal, orgy, 
huml)

***

Kyle stood there totally bare assed naked. A beaten, 
broken, beautiful teenage boy, that is, if you like 
your handsome teenage boys totally broken.

His broad shoulders slumps, his head hung in a 
defeated manner. His nice large nipples were now red 
and sore and distended and swollen. Mr. Hinkle often 
used a bit of sandpaper on Kyle's pouty tits. They 
were now so swollen and sore, poor Kyle could hardly 
stand even the thin tee shirt that he had to wear to 
school. The cotton rubbing his boy tits gave him an 
erection and was painful at the same time. And of 
course, the skinny, tight, low rise, pants he was 
forced to wear... could not tolerate a big fat 
teenage erection. 

The hard teen dick showed obscenely through the thin 
jean material. Not only that, but Mr. Hinkle made 
Kyle rub the crotch of the pants with a wire brush, 
so they looked totally worn, as if the boy had 
masturbated through the material hundreds of times. 
But now, Kyle stood totally bare assed naked.

Mr. Hinkle strutted around the boy like a Nazi, a 
huge smile on his fat face. Across the room from Kyle 
stood four naked men. These men were obviously 
seriously addicted drug users. Their bodies were 
emaciated and wasted, and their yellow eyes were 
rimmed with red. Kyle didn't know where Mr. Hinkle 
had dug them up. They leered at the naked teen with 
disgusting undisguised lust. Their naked dicks were 
bloated and ugly. Grotesque really.

They all had abnormally large cocks. The fuckmeat 
hung down half flaccid and still thick as beer cans. 
Two of the men were black, one was Latino or 
something, and one was white. None of them had dicks 
under ten inches long. Even now, only half hard, they 
hung over eight inches. The largest man among them, a 
muscular black, reached down and scratched his large 
swinging nuts. The smell of unwashed balls wafted 
across the room. The heavy, wrinkled scrotal sack 
danced as the egg sized nuts moved. These men must 
literally have been dragged from the gutter. They 
were more like animals than men.

Poor, cute young Kyle wondered briefly, if this was 
to be his own destiny, now that Mr. Hinkle had those 
photos and threatened to expose them if he did not 
comply. Photos of him doing obscene things to his own 
mother. He would never have done those horrible 
things to his own mom, if she had not been an 
uncaring wasted alcoholic, and he had not been 
desperate to get away from home on a college 
scholarship. 

He thought back to how all of this had started, and 
how he only wanted to graduate and get into a good 
college. He had never envisioned much less met a 
monster like Mr. Hinkle. The man had the most 
perverted devious mind one could imagine. TOTALLY 
SICK was the only term for it. There was no bottom to 
the cistern of his perverted lust.

It was, however, only a few weeks now until 
graduation. The school was just about to enter the 
exam period. Mr. Hinkle assured Kyle over and over 
that if he just followed orders until graduation, he 
would then be free, and would have that scholarship 
he so badly coveted. Young Kyle had no reason to 
trust or believe Mr. Hinkle, but it was the only hope 
to which he could cling.

Mr. Hinkle smiled. "Kyle, I want you to meet four new 
friends of mine. They have been very carefully 
chosen. I got them from the drug rehab center. Since 
you have been working so hard to graduate, you have 
had no time for your friends at school, so I thought 
it would be nice if you made some new friends."

The naked teenage boy shifted his weight and curled 
his young toes in the carpet. He didn't like the feel 
of this. He didn't like being stared at by other 
guys, much less groped or fucked. And he had a 
feeling this was headed in that direction. After all, 
hadn't Mr. Hinkle brought over his German friends 
again and again to fuck him? You can't imagine what 
those first fucks had felt like. The first time Mr. 
Hinkle had forced his fat uncut leaking dick into 
Kyle's still virgin asshole, the boy wanted to die.

To feel his hole stretched and the thick fuck log 
forced into it and the pain of his ass lips and 
rectum being stretched. And then there was the feel 
of the fuckmeat pushing deeper and deeper into his 
bowels. Was this what if felt like to the girls Kyle 
had ass fucked? When he ass fucked some high school 
freshman, he never even considered her pain...only 
his own pleasure. Ass fucking bitches was something 
he and his jock friends had cherished. First you got 
a bitch to suck dick, lick balls and ass, and then 
you fucked her pussy. 

After a week of dating or so, you fucked her in the 
ass. But now, it was Kyle getting ass fucked over and 
over every day. His rectum was in constant burning 
pain. He often found it difficult to walk. In a way, 
it was good the coach had benched him, because Kyle 
wasn't certain he would have been able to play any 
sports with his constant ass pain. Still, he knew 
that the coach had only pulled him from the games 
because the faculty feared he was a druggie. It was 
the only way they could explain his unusual behavior. 

Kyle's team mates had a different theory. They 
believed that the young jock had suddenly discovered 
he was a faggot and was busy having queer sex. Why 
else would he stop dating girls and dump his 
girlfriend? Why would he dress the way he now 
did...like some obscene freak?

The four naked, derelict, druggie men stared at 
Kyle's beautiful teen body and jerked on their 
leaking pricks which grew to a terrifying ten inches 
each. Their red eyes watered, and their breathing 
became heavy. Something was very wrong with them.

"These poor souls are in very bad condition. They may 
die soon. They have faced that reality. I thought it 
would be a wonderful gift for them to have one last 
wonderful fuck with a beautiful teenage boy like you. 
Think of it as community service. In fact we can 
write "Community Service" on your school record after 
this. Won't that look good? Come on over to each of 
these fine gentlemen, Kyle and give them a nice 
tongue kiss. 

"I am afraid they had no time to shower or bathe in 
the last few days, perhaps even weeks, but I told 
them you would not mind. In fact, I told them you 
would be glad to give each of them a nice full tongue 
bath!"

Kyle shuffled up to the men and holding his breath 
because of the stink, kissed each of the men. They 
tasted foul.

A mixture of alcohol, tobacco, old food, and illness 
itself. You know how you can taste and smell when 
someone is sick. Mr. Hinkle's slobby thick German 
dick bounced under his belly, as he watched Kyle. The 
boy was so fucking beautiful. He was a bit sad to be 
losing this one. But still there were some very cute 
boys in next year's Senior class.

In fact, Mr. Hinkle had spotted a few adorable 
Freshmen boys and was thinking of moving on to some 
younger meat. He had also accepted an offer to help 
counsel some seventh and eighth grade boys, and the 
very thought of that made the man's dick throb and 
drip.

Scattered around the room were eight by ten photos of 
Kyle fucking his own unconscious mother. His large 
handsome teenage dick embedded to various depths in 
her cunt. You could not tell from the photos that she 
was unconscious. Not that it mattered. Kyle would do 
anything to keep those photos secret. Anything! That 
was the key to a great deal of fun.

The four druggies seemed starved for affection. They 
grunted and swapped spit with Kyle. They licked his 
smooth young face and sucked on his full sensual 
lips. Kyle wanted to puke. He felt terribly sick 
having to kiss these stinking, dirty, foul, sick 
creatures. They were hardly human.

"Now start with George there, and lick them all 
clean, Kyle. You other gentlemen may relax and have a 
drink while Kyle lick's George clean, as this may 
take some time. We don't want to rush him. We have to 
make sure he licks all the sweat and caked dirt from 
between the toes, in the underarms, under the balls 
and out of the asshole!"

Kyle started to cry. Mr. Hinkle just loved that part. 
It happened at every meeting they had now. Something 
was said to turn on the waterworks! He chuckled.

"Please, this is so disgusting!" The cute boy began 
to gag. 

"Now now, Kyle, we don't want an incident this close 
to graduation, do we?' George was a big dumb white 
dude, with glassy eyes. He seemed somewhat mentally 
challenged or something, perhaps it was just years of 
drugs. He could not keep his hands off of young Kyle. 
He squeezed the boy's ass globes, mauling them, and 
massaged Kyles flat stomach, and rolled the boy's 
seventeen year old balls. There is something 
wonderful about the feel of a teenager's fucksack. 
The bag is still soft as velvet.

Kyle stepped back. "You do not pull away from my 
friends, Fuckhole! If my new friends want to touch 
your fucking wasted teenage whore body, you allow 
them to!" Kyle stood sighed heavily and stood still, 
allowing the man to maul his naked body. The derelict 
played with the boy's tits and dick. He licked Kyle's 
ear. The stench his body gave off was overpowering 
for the teen. 

Mr. Hinkle told the drugged out bum to have a seat 
and to spread his legs. Hinkle ordered Kyle to begin 
with his tongue bath, starting at the feet. Mr. 
Hinkle had chosen well. These men were more than 
filthy. Dirt had crusted on their skin in layers. 
They had open sores on their bodies. Their feet were 
calloused, crusted and rank. 

"Don't forget to clean under his toe nails too! Suck 
all that dirt out. Don't hurry, the rest of us are 
having cocktails."

For the next two hours, Kyle had to clean the four 
drug addicts with his tongue. He had to lick every 
stinking part of their rancid bodies. He had to swipe 
his tongue into their armpits and suck on the 
knotted, foul hair there, until the stink was gone. 
Twice he puked, and Mr. Hinkle ordered him to eat his 
own puke. Kyle had had some previous experience 
licking up his own vomit at the instructions of Mr. 
Hinkle. 

One night, Mr. Hinkle had eaten pizza and then forced 
himself to vomit and then ordered Kyle to lick up and 
chew and swallow the puke as his dinner. Kyle learned 
how to keep puke down. He had better keep it down, if 
he wanted to avoid the cattle prod. Now, after 
licking up his own puke, he was allowed to rinse out 
his mouth of puke taste, so he could savor better the 
true flavor of the men he was licking.

He had to lick the sour, salty taste from under the 
dirty wrinkled scrotums and then suck the ball sacks 
clean. It was so horrible, that Kyle began shaking. 
He trembled so badly he could hardly even stay on his 
knees. His teeth actually chattered. He was 
approaching a state of shock. How could a sweet young 
teenage boy live though such an ordeal without being 
destroyed?

"Make your dick hard Kyle while you lick them. Show 
them some respect. They want to see that you are 
excited by licking them."

Kyle pumped his teenage pecker while he licked and 
sucked the assholes of the four filthy men. Not only 
had they not washed, but they had not cleaned very 
well after they had shit. This much was obvious from 
the taste and smell. This was the worst! the absolute 
worst. Worse than being ass fucked. To have to eat 
out the dirty asses of four strange men. The four 
wasted bums were in seventh Heaven. To have such a 
beautiful young man licking them was like nothing 
they had ever experienced in their sordid lives. 

Kyle was instructed of course to get his tongue way 
up their assholes, to wiggle it around and fuck it in 
and out of the foul rectums. The boy's tongue became 
coated with ass slime. There are few sights as 
intoxicating to a pervert as that of a darling 
teenage boy with his pink tongue and full young lips 
coated with ass slime.

"You see, gentlemen, I told you he was a total whore 
and a fuckslut!" Mr. Hinkle beamed, watching the poor 
trembling boy suck ass.

Kyle thought of all his former friends at school, 
friends who hardly spoke to him anymore. They were 
all dating and fucking beautiful girls. They were 
playing basketball and going out to movies.

Kyle was sucking ass! Sucking the asses of two 
blacks, one Latino and one white drug addict. Was 
Kyle mistaken or was the smell and flavor of the 
black assholes somehow different... stronger, more 
musky?

 Kyle was sucking ass and sucking dick and getting 
fucked and beaten. Huge sobs clogged his chest as he 
sucked ass. He could hardly breathe. Would he ever be 
able to face a girl again? Would he ever be able to 
have sex again? Would girl's he dated smell the negro 
male ass on his breath? These doubts clouded his 
mind. He felt so totally damaged. There was no lower 
he could be dragged... right? Right?

Wrong!

Mr. Hinkle was an expert in destroying boys. Kyle now 
had to suck on each of the four drug addict dicks. 
Mr. Hinkle had been in touch with the dealer for the 
four bums and contemplated hooking Kyle on something 
before the week was out. Soon, even school and 
graduation wouldn't matter to the teenage hunk. Not 
even life itself would matter. He would be a 
seventeen year old human wreck. Mr. Hinkle's dick 
gave a lurch and squirted a bit of pre-fuck. How 
divine.

The dicks were truly humongous. It had taken quite a 
while to find just the right candidates...candidates 
with all the proper qualifications. But Mr. Hinkle 
had connections. He established them by selling 
videos and photos such as the ones of Kyle fucking 
his drug induced mom. You would be amazed what photos 
of a teenage boy fucking his own mother and shooting 
his load on her face can bring.

Kyle choked on the hunks of ten inch fuckmeat. He had 
never seen dicks this thick... this long, this dirty. 
The head cheese was clogged under the foreskins, and 
he was forced to suck it out and eat it. A couple of 
the dicks had open sores, which he was forced to 
clean with his mouth. 

When he balked, Mr. Hinkle beat his smooth young ass 
globes with a birch rod. Then he took a couple of 
whacks at Kyle's big boy teen nuts. Spare the rod, 
spoil the child, that was Mr. Hinkle's creed. And he 
meant rod in every sense of the word. Kyle's tortured 
ass globes were soon red and raw and his nuts 
swollen, as he sucked dick.

"Go from dick to dick, thirty seconds on each dick! 
Suck them good. Take them all the way down your 
throat, you fucking shitfaced teenage tramp! You 
motherfucking he-cunt!

Lick up their dick drippings and deep throat them. 
Each dick! Move boy, on to the next fucker!" Whap, 
the birch left another red mark on his ass.

And then, Mr. Hinkle ordered him to stop. The four 
men groaned in frustration, their dicks throbbing and 
leaking. Kyle knelt there with his mouth open and 
slack, pre-fuck and drool dripping from his teenage 
chin.

'Okay, time to get ass fucked! Time to take those 
huge dicks up your teenage cunt, Kyle. On your back 
lie the whore you are, lift your legs up and spread 
them. Show these nice men your boy-pussy. Isn't that 
a fine pink pussy, gentlemen? We have been stretching 
it for weeks now. It looks just like a cunt, doesn't 
it..all long and stretched with thick pink cuntlips."

It was true. Kyle's asshole did look more like a cunt 
than a rectum now. It had been fucked not only by Mr. 
Hinkle and his friends, but by bottles, candles, 
wooden spoons, dildos, you name it, even a baseball 
bat.

The inner asslips were permanently out now and 
swollen, and it looked just like a whore's cunt.

At home, Kyle would spread his cheeks and look at it 
in the mirror and cry and cry.

Mr. Hinkle leaned down to whisper into Kyle's ear. 
"Oh, my dear little fuck slut, there is something I 
should tell you before these nice men fuck your cunt. 
Something special. They are all infected with 
sexually transmitted diseases. Mr. Hinkle watched 
with delight as Kyle's eyes filled once again with 
tears. Snot ran from his cute young nose.

"No... no... you can't do that to me. You can't make 
me do that. I won't."

"Now listen Kyle. I am just trying to help educate 
you. Life is full of risks. We have to take chances 
every single day in life. This is just one more risk. 
Perhaps you won't catch anything from them. Perhaps 
you will worry and fret for the next few weeks for 
nothing. We'll just have to wait and see, and get you 
tested. Won't that be fun? And if you do catch 
something, well, shots of penicillin and other things 
can do the trick, right? It's just a pretty painful 
and uncomfortable time." Kyle's smooth young body was 
covered with a sheen of sweat. He was a truly 
gorgeous fucked out teenage boy.

"No, please, I am begging you. I have done everything 
you wanted. You even, you even have those photos. 
Don't do this to me. Please!" His lean body trembled. 
His toes curled, his nipples had become tiny swollen 
pebbles. He was terrified.

"These diseased men will fuck you, and then I and my 
friends will take bets as to whether you have caught 
something horrible or not! Personally, I think it 
would be hysterical to see you piss puss! But who 
knows, you may have the last laugh on all of us. 
Their fuckings may not infect you at all! Now be a 
good boy and spread your pussy lips for them."

Kyle felt as if his life were over. At seventeen, his 
life was finished. He was nothing but a cum-dump for 
diseased derelicts. He had had such dreams... such 
potential. Now, all wasted. He felt the first of the 
ten inch dickheads prodding his swollen asshole. The 
pain would be tremendous, but it no longer mattered.

They fucked the boy like he was a rag doll or a 
broken puppet. They fucked him in every position. 
Their fat dicks stretched his ass lips even more and 
the length prodded his inner guts, until the boy 
thought they would bang his heart.

Mr. Hinkle was a little sad. He would not be able to 
fuck the boy for a while... at least until the test 
results came in. After all, he wouldn't want to 
endanger himself or his friends. So no more Kyle 
fucking for a brief time. Still, there was always 
fist fucking. And the dogs. And the other games. And 
although graduation was approaching, Mr. Hinkle had 
no intention of letting the fun stop there. Oh, no. 
He had many plans for Kyle.

After the four derelicts had finished depositing 
their spunk loads up the ass of the seventeen year 
old boy, and after they had each taken a turn pissing 
in his cute mouth, they left. But Mr. Hinkle had one 
final word with Kyle.

"You did very well today, my cute little cuntboy. You 
may get that A and graduate yet. In fact, I have 
several scholarship possibilities lined up for you. 
You are almost there. Here's hoping you won't catch 
some dick disease." He stroked the boys' sweat slick 
hair. Kyle hardly responded His muscular chest heaved 
with stress. Mr. Hinkle reached down and gently 
masturbated the boy's fat fuckmeat.

"Sweet little seventeen year old jock. I have a new 
assignment for you. As we are getting close to 
graduation, we need to step up the game just a bit. I 
feel I have been going a bit easy on you." 

Kyle's eyes rolled in his head and his mouth hung 
slack, but he said nothing. The pain in his ass and 
guts was beyond description. He had just been ass 
fucked by four ten inch dicks.

"Yes, a new assignment. In the next three days, Kyle, 
I want you to suck the cock of one of your 
classmates! You may pick whichever boy you want, but 
one of the guys on your baseball team. A fellow jock! 
You must suck his dick and get a selfie for me."

Kyle shook his head to clear his confused mind. "Not 
one of the guys at school? If I do that, word will 
get around."

"Oh I know it will, but what do you care what they 
think of you. You will be graduating soon... we are 
almost into exams. You'll hardly have to see them. So 
a few stories and rumors get around. And who knows, 
the boy whose dick you suck, may not tell anyone. "

"But how can I convince a guy at my school to let me 
suck him? All my buddies... or ex-buddies are 
straight."

"Oh I want the boy to be straight. No fair sucking a 
faggot. You need to pick one of the jocks on your 
team. How you convince him is your business, use your 
creativity. But I want a photo of you sucking him in 
three days! And make sure it's a boy with a big dick! 
I'd hate to make you do it all over again!" 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any 
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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