by Omerod Home
Continued…
Russell groaned. His bruised meat grew hotter. It grew harder. It grew fatter. It lifted its head from his bloated balls. It rose to attention.
"His bad dog sure likes the idea," Antwon laughed, "he's getting all hot and hard and bothered."
"Who gives a shit how much Newtie likes it?" Grady snapped. "We're here to have some fun. Tommy, you force feed the bastard you're hard cock. Antwon don't play with his dog, make the puppy howl. I'm going to find something so I can have a little fun with Newtie before he sucks me off."
Tommy looked down at Russell as the teacher lay on his back on the desk. With his wrists tied to his ankles and his elbows to his knees, the man was rolled up in a neat package. His ass, his crotch, his chest, his mouth were all open and ready for play. Tommy's dick was hard and Russell's mouth was open. The big Irish wrestler needed no further encouragement.
Tommy took his hard Irish slab of beef in hand. He forced the fat red cock head into the teacher's mouth.
Russell groaned. He gulped. He swallowed. He licked the silky head of the wrestler's dick. He felt its heat on his tongue. He tasted its bittersweet juices.
The teacher sucked. He licked. He lapped. He used his tongue. He used his lips. He tickled. He teased. He tried hard to please the Irish wrestler's fair freckled cock. He wanted to satisfy Tommy with an enthusiastic blow job. He hoped to avoid another penetration of his raw and aching throat.
Tommy was not so easily satisfied. He put a big freckled hand on each of Russell's muscular shoulders. He pushed down to lower the teacher's head. He looked down at the man's straining neck. He watched the big Adam's apple bob up and down as the teacher sucked his hard dick. He pressed his hips forward. He drove his hard cock to the back of the teacher's throat.
Russell choked. He coughed. His smooth belly heaved. He clutched his ankles with his hands. He took a deep breath. He swallowed. He could not stop the awful invasion of his throat by the Irish wrestler's big dick. He could only try to make his throat rape bearable.
Tommy watched in fascination as his cock disappeared into the teacher's mouth. A bulge appeared in the man's straining throat. The bulge slowly grew longer. It grew thicker. It crawled down toward the teacher's belly.
"I can see my dick in the cocksucker's throat," Tommy cried out in wonderment as he pressed the bulge with his thumbs. "I can feel it too."
Russell could feel it too. The Irish wrestler's big cock filled his throat. He could not breathe. He could not swallow. He was slowly choking to death on the Irish jock's prick meat.
Tommy pulled his cock back. The bulge in the teacher's throat disappeared. The man gasped. He wretched. He coughed. He sucked air around the hard Irish meat filling his mouth. He licked desperately at the juicy head. He was begging with his tongue to end the throat rape.
Tommy thrust his dick back down the teacher's aching throat. He buried the fat shaft to the root. He scrubbed his curly red pubic hairs against the teacher's chin. He slapped his big Irish balls against the man's forehead.
Russell gulped. He swallowed. His neck strained. His throat swelled. His fingers clutched at his ankles. His stomach heaved. Each wretch and swallow milked the Irish wrestler's dick.
Tommy moaned. He ground his prick deeper into the teacher's face.
Antwon teased Russell's dick to full erection. He tied a cord around its base. Then bound up the teacher balls in a tight package.
Russell howled as his tender dick was handled. He screamed as his bruised balls were bound tightly with cord. He gargled his pain around the hard prick plugging his throat. Each expression of his agony only added to Tommy's pleasure.
"You sure got a stretchable throat, Teach," Antwon taunted the teacher, "why don't we see how stretchable your dick is?"
Russell howled a protest. The plea was made unintelligible by the slab of hot Irish beef fucking in and out of his throat.
Antwon took a long piece of chalk from the tray beneath the blackboard. With one hand he held the teacher's dick so that its pierced snout pointed to the ceiling. The tags hung down and rested on the underside of the swollen cock head. With his other hand he held the chalk. He placed the rounded tip to the juicy lips of the teacher's hard dick. He forced the dick lips open with the chalk. He pushed the big blunt tip into the teacher's cock head.
Russell's eyes went wide with terror. He bellowed in fear as much as pain. He bucked. He twisted. He tried to shake of the black hands from his cock. He shook his head. He tried to expel the white dick plugging his throat. He failed on both attemps. Tommy's fat Irish cock continued to fuck in and out of his throat. Antwon's black hands continued to push the stick of chalk into his dick.
Grady pulled open one of the desk drawers. He rummaged through it contents. He pulled out an open jar containing paper clips and safety pins.
As he pulled a large safety pin from the jar and opened it, Grady sniggered,
"Any guy who has his dick pierced, Newtie, should have his tits pierced too."
Russell had a hard time registering the meaning of Grady's words. Pain and the double assault upon his body overwhelmed the teacher. His ass and legs ached from the whipping he had received. His cock and balls screamed from the deep bruising they received when the desk drawer was slammed on them. His aching cock pounded with pain in the black hands of a nineteen-year-old heavy weight wrestler who was shoving a stick of chalk down its throat. His lips and mouth and tongue and throat aching from one mouth rape were being rubbed raw again by a second throat raping dick.
He coughed. He choked. He wheezed. He swallowed. He sucked. He moaned. He groaned. He screamed. He bellowed. He gasped for air.
A big Irish bull fucked his throat. A big black bull tortured his dick. Another big bull jock was threatening his tits. The teacher cried out in agonized despair. No one who heard him cared.
To be continued
