Grady felt a rush of pride and power as he sat astride the teacher's chest. He saw the fear in the man's face. He felt the teacher squirm helplessly beneath him. He saw Tommy and Antwon looking at him for direction. He was in complete control.

Grady sprang to his feet.

"Let's get started," he said. "Get him to his feet and get his clothes off, boys. It's party time."

Grady hopped over the teacher's body. He sat down casually on the edge of the desk. He was the leader. He did not have to do the grunt work. He could supervise.

Antwon and Tommy did not need a second invitation. They leapt to their feet. They hauled Russell up onto his feet by his muscular arms. They twisted his arms behind his back. They pushed him toward Grady.

Russell felt a terrible wrenching in his shoulders as his arms were twisted up behind his broad back. He tried to plant his feet on the floor to resist the movement of his body toward the desk. The two wrestler's were too powerful. He could not stop himself from being thrust toward the seated Grady.

"No!" Russell shouted.

He still had a hope that the policeman patrolling the school would hear him.

Grady leaned forward from his seat on the desk. He took the front of the teachers tailored pinstriped shirt with both hands. He tore the front of the shirt open.

Buttons shot across the room like little pearl bullets. Red and white pinstriped cotton tore more easily than tissue beneath the wrestlers' powerful fingers.

Russell tried to struggle. Antwon and Tommy arms twisted his arms behind his back until he thought they would be torn from his shoulders.

He tried to scream. Antwon covered the teacher's mouth with the pink palm of one of his big black hands.

He tried to struggle. Tommy drove a big freckled ham-like fist into one of his kidney's.

Russell's knees buckled as pain flashed from his kidneys to his brain. Antwon and Tommy's powerful grip on his arms held him up on his feet.

Grady tore away the front of the teacher's pinstriped shirt. He threw the colorful rags aside. With both hands he seized the scoop neck of the teacher's cotton undershirt. He ripped the soft white fabric from the man's body.

Grady's eyes glittered with excitement. His big pink tongue licked across his lips as he ran his rough hands across the broad hairless planes of the teacher's muscular chest. He trailed his fingers down the teacher's heaving washboard stomach to the waistband of his khaki trousers.

Russell's screamed protest was muffled by Antwon's black hand covering his mouth.

With an evil leer, Grady tugged the end of the teacher's Italian leather belt from the monogrammed gold buckle. He unfastened the belt.

Russell tried to pull away. He could not let the wrestler open his pants. He could not let them see what he had between his legs.

Grady gripped the buckle end of the belt with one hand. He dropped the other hand between the teacher's legs. He thrust his fingers upward. He grabbed the teacher's balls through the khaki fabric of his slacks. He gave the teacher's balls a squeeze that made the man yelp in pain.

"Keep still, fucker," Grady snarled, "or I'll crush your nuts."

Russell stopped struggling. The pain in his nuts made him feel sick.

"Please," he begged, "please don't."

Russell's voice was muffled by the big black hand covering his mouth. If he had spoken clearly, his plea would have fallen on deaf ears.

Antwon and Tommy laughed at the teacher's plea. Grady ignored it. He pulled the belt from around the man's narrow waist. He draped the fashionably thin strip of Italian leather around his own unfashionably thick neck.

Grady fingered the smooth leather strip. He looked at Russell with a smile.

"We're going to need this later," he said.

Using both hands, Grady tore the front of the teacher's slacks open. The big wrestler did not bother to unfasten the button or the zipper. He wrenched them open by brute force. He shredded the material around them. He quickly pulled the torn rags down to the teacher's knees. Then returned his hands to the waistband of the man's white boxer shorts.

Russell's eyes grew wide with fear. He shook his head frantically as he felt the wrestler's hands clutch the waistband of his shorts.

Grady did not pull the teacher's shorts down. He tore them from the man's hips. He threw the material aside. Russell's prick and balls tumbled into view. Grady sat back on the desk. He slapped both his knees. He roared with laughter.

Antwon and Tommy took one look at the teacher's dangling equipment. They burst out laughing too. But Tommy did take special notice of the teacher’s bare feet.  They were big, but not huge and were well-shaped with manicured, very suckable toes.  And he though he could smell a slightly sweaty odor emanating off them.  Was that just his imagination.  The youth shook his head, he didn’t have time to entertain thoughts of what he might do to the teacher’s gorgeous tootsies.  There was other business to attend to.

Meanwhile, Russell hung his head in shame.

Except for being extraordinarily large, Russell's cock and balls were normal in every way except they were completely devoid of hair. The teacher kept them clean shaven. They were as smooth and pink as a baby's bottom. Though this was unusual, it did not cause the derisive laughter of the wrestlers.

What was funny was that his big, un­cir­cum­cis­ed cock head was pierc­ed by a heavy duty chrome ring which ran down his piss hole and came out on the un­der­side of his cock head near its throat.

At­tach­ed to the chrome ring were an old dog li­cense and a large chrome disk engraved with the words 'Bad Dog' in block let­ters.

The wrestlers pointed to the tags, hoot­ing in de­ri­sion. Rus­sell blush­ed. He clos­ed his eyes and groaned in hu­mil­i­a­tion.

He knew what was coming would only be worse than what he’d already experienced…

To be continued…