Grady took the time to play with Russell’s bare soles for a while.  He stroked the teacher’s soles with his fingers and gently caressed his feet in his hands. Grady even pressed his face into Russell’s soles. They smelled so amazing that the student just stayed there enjoying them for several minutes. Eventually Grady began licking along the teacher’s toes and popping them into his mouth. He sucked on the older man’s toes until they were all covered in saliva. Grady would even take all of Russell’s toes into his mouth and let them just sit there for a minute. Soon the student started licking his teacher’s arches--licking up and down the full length of his soles. With every stroke the lad’s tongue made, his  cock grew harder and harder.

Eventually he couldn’t take it anymore. He stood up, lay his cock along one of Russell’s bare soles and unloaded all over his seasoned feet. The student stood and admired her cum glazed soles before pinching one of the teacher’s rough brown nipples between one thumb and forefinger. He pulled the nipple away from the teacher's chest. He placed the tip of the open safety pin against the edge of the nipple. He pushed. He rotated the pin. The edge of the nipple dimpled as the pin pushed into it. The wrinkled brown skin drew tight the pin sank into the flesh. The sharp point disappeared into the nipple.

The muscles in Russell's chest crawled into knots. His biceps bulged. His eyes bugged out. A searing pain burnt throgh his nipple. The agony spread across his chest. His throat contracted. He squeezed Tommy's Irish cock inside his throat. He made the big wrestler groan.

Russell's cock grew harder. It strained its bulging belly over the chalk that was stuffed inside it. It cluthced the hard dry cylinder being shoved into it. Antwon had to push harder to force more chalk down its aching throat.

Pain pulsed through Russell's body from all directions. It crawled across his skin like insects with flaming feet. It stabbed through his muscles like red-hot knives. It held his balls and dick in its sharp claws. It cut through his nipple from one side to the other.

Grady pushed the point of the safety pin out the far side of Russell's nipple. He closed the pin. He released the wounded nipple. He let it snap back against the teacher's chest. On either side of the nipple, blood oozed out around the shaft of the pin.

Grady put the flat of his thumb over the safety pin. He pushed down. He slowly ground his thumb against the pierced flesh. He could feel the nipple slide over the pin inside it. He twisted his thumb.

Russell shrieked. Not even, Tommy's big Irish dick could completely muffle the sound.

Grady ground the safety pin into the teacher's nipple. Antwon took a second piece of chalk to push the first piece deeper into the teacher's cock. Tommy thrust his powerful hips. He fucked the teacher's face without regard to the man's suffering.

Russell tried to focus his mind on breathing around the Irish wrestler's throat plugging prick. The agony in his pierced and crushed nipple was overwhelming. He screamed. He choked. He lost his rhythm. He fought for air. His pain contorted face turned blue. His struggles grew weaker.

Tommy pulled his big Irish dick from the teacher's mouth. He slapped the spit coated shaft back and forth across the man's face.

Russell gasped for air.

"This cocksucker ain't never going to make me cum," he complained.

“we’ll see about that,” said Grady.

To be continued…