Continued…
Grady took the yard stick in one hand. He hopped down from his seat on the desk. He stood before the teacher. He reached between the man's legs. He took the tags and gave them a jerk. Russell yelped as his cock was pulled away from his body by the big chrome ring. Antwon and Tommy laughed.
Grady sneered. He gave the tags another jerk. He wrenched Russell's cock away from the man's body. He made the teacher's heavy balls jump in their sack as he stretched the big dick out.
"You had the nerve to call us perverts," Grady said. "What's the name of your dog, Newtie? Rover? Is Rover a bad dog? Do you and Rover deserve a good spanking?"
Russell made another muffled plea from behind Antwon's big hand.
"Isn't that what you do to bad dogs, Newtie? Don't you spank them on the nose?" Grady asked.
Grady released the tags. He let the teacher's dick drop back down between his legs. The wrestler took the yardstick and patted the cock head gently with the metal tip.
Not even Antwon's big black hand could completely muffle the teacher's desperate pleading.
"No, please no," Russell screamed through the black wrestler's thick fingers. "Don't hurt my dick. Please don't hurt my dick."
"Take it easy, Newt, were not going to hurt your dick," Tommy said in a pretense of kindly reassurance.
All the while, he closed his big Irish ham hand around the teacher's big, pink, clean shaven balls and pulled them downward,
"I'm just going to wring your balls, while Grady spanks your puppy."
Tommy yanked down on the teacher's balls. He squeezed. He twisted.
Russell screamed. He twisted his body in the wrestlers' grip. He rose up on his toes.
Antwon increased the force of his grip on the struggling teacher. He pressed the pink palm of his big black hand more firmly against the teacher's mouth.
Grady brought the end of the yardstick down across the head of the teacher's drooping dick with a sharp crack like a small firecracker exploding. Russell's dick leaped up from between his legs. The tags hanging from its pierced snout jingled before it dropped back down between the teacher's legs.
Russell shrieked. He tried to twist himself from the wrestlers' grasp. Tommy and Antwon tightened their grips on the teacher's arms to hold him still. They stepped over his legs to prevent the pain maddened teacher from kicking Grady.
"Bad dog," Grady laughed.
He struck the teacher's cock head again.
Russell howled. Tommy crushed the tormented man's nuts into his palm. Antwon, finding that he had nothing to do below Russell's waist, dropped his hand from the teacher's mouth to his chest. His big black fingers found one of the man's nipples. He pinched it between his heavy thumb and forefinger. Russell had a new reason to crow in pain as the big black wrestler pulled and twisted the teacher's nipple as if he would tear it from the man's chest.
Russell struggled madly against the grip of Tommy and Antwon as they held him captive between them. The teacher could not think. All he could do was feel. He could feel the pain of the stinging blows as Grady wailed away at his cock. He could feel the pain as Tommy's big Irish hand crushed his balls. He could feel the pain as Antwon's big black fingers tore at one of his nipples and then the other.
He did not know which way to turn. He bounced up and down on his toes. He threw out his chest. He thrust out his hips. He twisted. He shook. He screamed. Nothing eased the pain. Nothing stopped the wrestler's from abusing him.
But they did give him a moment of peace. But just a moment.
This rest period ended when Tommy's fingernails found themselves on the teacher's inner right and left thighs. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! HAHAHAHAHA!!"
The nails ran lightly through his pubic hair, just barely touching the skin above his penis. Russell didn't know what was worse, the arousal or the tickling. Then something began to brush the sole of his left foot. His feet were definitely the most ticklish part of his body, and he let out a howl that told his captors they'd hit pay dirt.
"HAAAAWOOOOOOO!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh my gawd, Stop!!!! HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! PLEASE!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
It tickled incredibly, but I saw the astounded look in his eye when Russell realized it wasn't a feather torturing him then. He got a "I've gotta know what's tickling me!" look on his currently very red face, and he focused long enough to see that Antwon was now using a hairbrush to tickle him! And what was worse, he was now licking his captive's bare toes in-between running the bristles of the brush up and down his sensitive sole. This was clearly too much for the guy.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !!! Please!! Stop!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! Please!!"
A breeze wooshed into the confined space at that moment ... and all knew the cool air was tingling along Russell’s damp thighs as precum dripped down his leg. Sitting back, the black youth grinned as he mercilessly attacked Russell's inner thighs. The teacher moaned as his dick grew seemingly harder than hard. Tommy's fingernails went back to his captive's right underarm, while the feather started its devious work in his left. Antwon was still trying to make a meal out of the teacher's feet--licking and nibbling on their foe's toes.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NO!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! HAHAHA!!"
Russell knew he was close to fainting. That's why he said, "St-stop!! Please ... I ... I'm gonna black out ... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Please stop!!! PLEASE!!!"
They didn't stop and, of course, Russell fainted. But before he did so he crowed his torment in three short bursts. Then he passed out, collapsed and lay limp and still
Grady gave the unconscious teacher's cock one last smack. Tommy gave the man's big hairless balls one last vicious squeeze. Antwon dug his nails into the man's nipple. He twisted it. He pulled it. He released it and let it snap back against his chest.
Russell's body twitched. He gave a little hiccup of pain. Tommy and Antwon relaxed their grip on the teacher's arms. The big man slipped from their grasp. He fell to the floor in a heap of quivering muscles and torn clothing.
Grady threw the yardstick down on the desk
"Strip down," Grady said as he pulled down the shoulder straps of his wrestling tights, "and get him up on the desk before he comes to."
To be continued….
