The Wrong House
by Jesse Fox
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“Dude! Would you relax?! This is gonna be a breeze. Mr. Stan’s not even home but I’ll be in and out” Jack assured his friend over the phone. “Just be careful, neighbors could see you or something” “Nobody’s gonna see me, bro; it’s pitch black. Now go finish jerking off and I’ll text you when I’m done” Jack concluded before hanging up. The college junior home for spring break slinked around the outside of his high school teacher’s home, casing the area for any potential obstacles. The shadows cloaked his slender body as he made his way over the fence before breaking a small pane from the back door and unlocking it for an entrance. The wood didn’t even make a noise as it was gently opened, Jack’s mind flashing back to last summer when he’d almost been caught because the house he was breaking into had a delayed security alarm.
His burgundy Vans stepped across the kitchen floor as the door closed behind him, not moving as quietly as previous times due to the lack of people around. “Safe…safe…where is the safe?” the tan troublemaker asked himself almost like a song while searching the house with his phone flashlight. He couldn’t believe he was actually in Mr. Stan’s house, the very man who’d gotten him suspended more than once. The History teacher had a good reputation at the school and with his students but he grew to hate Jack’s guts, a mutual feeling. The brunette lad enjoyed pulling over-the-top pranks and challenging Mr. Stan in front of other students, leading to a hostile dynamic between the two. “Jesus…I thought he just wore expensive watches” Jack said aloud as he checked out the fancy living room furniture. The 21 year old had just come there to steal the Rolexes he remembered but he soon realized the loot could be heftier than expected.
Jack’s adrenaline was pumping after a few minutes in the home, currently filling his bag with stuff he hoped was valuable. “Let’s see what else, Mr. Stan has around here” the delinquent said as he turned the corner. “Well, well, well…I think we may have hit the jackpot!” he announced to an empty audience with a sly grin on his face reserved especially for when he did anything naughty. He’d found the only locked door on the first floor, knowing it had to be something good for Mr. Stan to keep it locked. The cocky young man pulled out a retractable baton he took with him on nights like this and started hammering at the padlock, harder and harder until finally the metal split. “Fuck yeah!” Jack was overcome with personal pride and excitement about what he knew would be worth his efforts. He collapsed the baton and turned the doorknob, opening the door with bright eyes and anticipation…”What the fuck…” He stopped in his tracks as he stared in awe at the large room of ropes, chairs, and things he didn’t even know what to call; a plethora of bondage equipment that made Jack’s coveted body shutter in place. Before the intruder could say anything else a loud buzz electrified his muscles, forcing him to fall to the floor limp and unconscious. “Mr. Gilinsky; my favorite student. Boy, did you pick the wrong house…”
The smell of leather was the first thing Jack recognized as he slowly awakened and his limbs came back to life nearly 30 minutes later. The taste of rubber was the next sense to give him concern, the mouthy lad attempting to talk but a firm red ball gag between his lips preventing any quip or demand. “Good, you’re awake…I was about to call in a pizza I was so bored” the older gentleman said, walking closer, “How long has it been, Jack…what 2 years? Nice of you to stop by” Muffled words were all Jack could manage to get out but his eyes did all the talking; full of fear and regret as he started panicking in the ropes. “Yeah, yeah…please, give it a go. Let’s see how far you get” Mr. Stan taunted while the naked class nuisance struggled to escape. His arms were tied at 90 degree angles behind his back so his wrists were on top of each other with red ropes crossing just above and below his chest. His legs were also bent, his shins and ankles tied to a bench with narrow perpendicular surfaces granting no room to wiggle away. Jack was absolutely vulnerable.
“I see you found my special room while you were robbing me. I’ve never had a guy in here but you’ve given me the ideal opportunity. And since you thought it was a good idea to break into my house…I think I deserve a little fun too” Mr. Stan explained as his hand gripped Jack’s exposed dick, pulling on it a few times to create some blood flow. “MhmHmMmHMH!” the wide eyed captive disputed behind the gag as he jerked as much as he could in the beyond compromising position. It was evident he couldn’t believe what was happening, his disbelief only overshadowed by his invasive emasculation. The jet black haired educator continued yanking on Jack’s member until it was half-hard resting in his grip. “How does that feel?” Jack grunted and looked away as he tried to not give in but what 21 year old could resist a friendly hand on his manhood? His ripped body fought Mr. Stan in subdued rage, trying to rock the bench he was stationed on while still in the grip of his former prank target. “Where ya going? Nowhere…you’re mine, my house on my property…all mine” the clearly bitter teacher taunted with a condescending tone. Within seconds Jack was good and thick, feeling the full temptation of that load he’d been saving for a few days.
Mr. Stan’s hand kept massaging his former student, watching as the younger boy’s face showed mounting pleasure conflicting with his macho pride. Jack thought he would blow any second in his captor’s hand as the fingers continued stroking him, reaching closer and closer to a climax when the hand suddenly pulled away. His dark eyes looked up at Mr. Stan in reflexive frustration, momentarily forgetting it was his high school teacher jerking him. “You thought I was gonna let you finish?” Stan asked rhetorically at his furrowed browed burglar. With a rock solid member and a body aching for release, Jack was then thrust into muffled laughter as the manipulative hands dug into his clearly carved out abdomen with both hands. Every muscle became calcified with tension, Jack giggling without control with Stan’s fingers drilling into his fully exposed torso. The strong digits were effortlessly killer on the 21 year old’s tight tummy and to his dismay, the perfected muscle definition didn’t outweigh his sensitivity. Stan loved hearing the hardy gagged laughter while he wrecked Jack; music to his ears that signaled a true weakness to be further exploited that night. The student’s head thrashed about like it’d lost a few screws that kept it in place as the sensations annihilated most of his self-assurance. He’d always been ticklish however, nobody tested him in recent years other than the occasional girlfriend but Mr. Stan was taking advantage of it like a secret weapon.
Drool began to seep past the ball in Jack’s mouth as the laughter dominated any level of control he had over his body. “Come on, Jack…get it together, man” Stan teased with wide hands jolting along the stomach and rigid V-line until finally letting up. Jack’s body relaxed at the welcomed break, his back losing all posture as he took deep breaths through his nose. “I’ve got something you’ll like” Mr. Stan announced before placing a small black rubber-like tub on one of the former jock’s nipples. It quickly suctioned around the pink flesh as a second one was applied, the arrogant boy not sure of their purpose. Jack’s eyes were losing their usual intensity by the time Mr. Stan looked back at him. “Do you remember the time…I think it was during November, that you crushed up a Viagra and put it in my coffee one morning before class?” he questioned. The boy who’d been voted most likely to become famous stared back with reemerging youthful superiority and made a sound that could be made out as a “fuck you.” “Haha…you thought that was the funniest thing, watching me sprout a full blown boner right there in front of the whole room. You deserve every bit of this” Mr. Stan assured at eye level with the defenseless bully.
The next thing Jack knew, both of the sizeable hands were back on his prick; letting it slip through his fingers over and over as it stiffened. Stan soon poured a hefty amount of lube onto the active cock and took full control of it with one hand. The brunette lad let out a moan of passion as the History buff started working up and down like a slow motion shake weight. Mr. Stan knew what he was doing; Jack’s delicate head glowing red within a minute. The junior’s eyelids fell a little and his moaning became steadier as ecstasy built, inching near what Jack predicted would be truly sensational. “Mmh gnnhahaan nncmnhm” was murmured behind the gag. “You’re gonna cum? Go ahead” Stan encouraged as his hand stopped moving, motivating Jack to shift his body within his ability to finish the job until his teacher released any pressure. “Oh…no….sorry, kiddo” he said as he backed away, quickly pulling off the now super tight nipple caps and teasing the terribly tender points. Inaudible cursing sounded from the desperate troublemaker as he tried to avoid the torment, his throbbing appendage dripping pre-cum all over the floor. Jack’s face was flushed with anger as he sat there helpless, wanting nothing more in that moment than to erupt.
“I bet you’ve never begged a man for an orgasm have you?” Mr. Stan inquired, looking at his restless, irritated toy. “What’s that? I can’t really understand you” he said before reaching back and pulling out the ball gag. “You fucking…psycho! I’m gonna kill you” Jack blurted out aggressively between breaths. “Still playing the tough guy, huh? I figured you’d leave that in high school but I’m glad to see you’re as confident as ever” the vindictive teacher replied. “LET ME GO!!” the bound boy yelled as loud as he could, hoping someone would rescue him. “Nobody’s gonna hear you, Gilinsky. Like I said…you’re all mine tonight and I want to hear you beg” Mr. Stan explained before grabbing a clip-on vibrator and placing it around Jack’s still hard dick head. The moment it began pulsating on the younger lad, he fell into the trap of satisfaction as he began moaning and breathing heavily but his pleasure was soon mixed with agony. Mr. Stan started scribbling his fingers along both of Jack’s upturned soles with enthusiasm from behind. “AhaaHAaHAAAhAANOO!! AhahAHAAHAAAHAhAhaAHAAYOUUAAHAHASSSHOOLEEE!! AhAAhAAHAahAAHAAHAahAHAAHANOOTTTAAHAHAHTTHHAATTTAHAAHAAahAahAHHAAHoohoHAHAHA”
“If I’d known you were this ticklish back then, we could’ve had a fairer playing field” the scorned man suggested as his hands ran all over the handsome bare feet. He fancied raking up and down the length of each silky sole with his nails as if they were claws, wreaking havoc on every inch of the supple flesh. “You actually have some nice feet, Jack” Stan admitted as an urge came over him to taste the gorgeous pair during the tickle torture. “AHAhahAHAhaaHAAOOHAHahOAAHAAOOHAHAHAAHAHAHAhaHAAHAA” “I’ll take that as a thank you” the teacher said before wrapping his lips around one of the creamy big toes. “Mmmmhhmmmm…very nice” he complimented/taunted before slurping along the entire set of polished digits. Every time his tongue moved down the squirming line it felt like another salty jolly rancher in his mouth he needed to suck down until it was small. Jack raged in the ropes as he sucked on the ticklish toes with his laughter like a rollercoaster as the sensations escalated and leveled off, then escalating again for a vicious cycle. The oral affection from Mr. Stan was meant to further fuck with Jack and it did but it also tickled like a mother fucker. “AHAHAhAAHHAHAHAHAAHAAHAAAHAIIMMMAAHAHA GGONNNAAAAHAHAAHAHA BLOOOWWAHAHAHAHA!!!” he screamed as the tiny vibrator brought him near explosion.
The light at the end of his tunnel was soon eclipsed by Mr. Stan pulling the vibrating device off. “FUCKK! I just wanna…CUM!!” Jack barked with frustration as he reeled from what almost was. “When are you gonna realize you’re not in control…I am” the blue eyed man clarified with a serious tone. The bound boy’s member was visibly on the edge of shooting; surging with power and impatience. Stan turned around and grabbed a tool that’d been used on him many times before turning his attention back onto his plaything. Jack had never experienced such an internal struggle; he wanted to be untied and out of Mr. Stan’s control but at the same time he would’ve paid to surrender his load. Without warning, the teacher slipped a clear fleshlight over Jack’s dick, slowly encompassing it before Stan began moving it up and down. “Ooooahahammyyyggooodd” the handsome lad gushed as the excellent pressure edged him further. The gel masturbator worked him over but like before, Mr. Stan wasn’t going to let him just enjoy himself. The free hand shoved itself into Jack’s closed armpit and wiggled furiously in the warm underarm. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAYOUUUUUAHAHAHAHAHAHA FFUUCCKEERRAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH”
Jack howled like a jackal as the fingers delved into his tender body while the fleshlight helped create a blend of ecstasy and distress he couldn’t deny or regulate. He gyrated in place with Stan’s strong hand devouring his hair hollow which only sped up the effect of the magical tool on his stiff member. “OHhHahaaAHAhaAHAHAHAhOohOAOAHAHSSHHIIIITTTAHAHAHAA” “Come on! Shoot it! Shoot it!” Stan patronized as he pumped the fleshlight and tickled Jack’s sweaty pit, watching as the chiseled face illustrated how close he was until the helper was pulled off just before the moment of glory. “WHAT THE FUCK!?!” Jack yelled at his tormentor, looking down at his cock seconds away from freedom. Stan even popped it on for a moment, then once more only to rack Jack’s mind and bait his body before diving back in for more tickling. “AHHHHH!! AHAHAHAHAHHNONOOAHAHAHAHHA SSTOPPP!! STTOPPPPITTT!” The kinky teacher ravaged Jack’s wide open thighs with both hands like a calculated robot that knew exactly how to break the 21 year old. His leg muscles surfaced and strained against the solid fingers, Stan exploring the area near his captive’s eager package; prompting louder laughter than before.
“AHAHahAHaHAHAhaAAAHAHAHAFFUCCKKINNGGGSSTTAAANN! AAHAHASTTOPPPPAHAHAHAAAA NOOOMOREEEAHAHAHAFFUCCKINNGGAHAHAASTTOPPP!” “Alright, fine” the man agreed in his gym shorts and tank top. Jack’s tan body lost all composure once the stimulation ended, as tired as if he’d been on the treadmill for an hour. “When are you…gonna let me go?” he questioned, out of breath. “When I’m ready to…” Stan replied with eye contact just before a buzzing sound filled the air with fresh tension. “What is that?? What the fuck is that?!” he demanded to know as Stan took a position on the side of Jack and brought the vibrator wand to his prick. The college boy’s feathery haired head fell back in pleasure with the rounded head of the tool sending pulses into his member until it was on full alert again. Deep moaning escaped Jack once more as his nipples hardened and he relished the moment, Mr. Stan accompanying the response with a new attack on his right foot.
“AAHaAHAhahaAHhAhAANONONO!! AHAHAHAAOOhOHAAHOOOHAoOHAHAHAAHAAHASSTOPPPPPSTOPP!!! AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAYOUUAHAHAAAA WWIIIINNNNAHAHAHAAHAHAHSSSTOPPPSTTOPPP!!” “That’s right…beg me, Jack” Stan added with his fingers fluttering like angry butterflies on the foot he still couldn’t believe was so smooth and rich. With the rope around his ankle, Jack could only shake his foot slightly but not nearly enough to avoid the devilish touch scratching with acute precision on his arch and pink heel. As if the tickling wasn't enough on his nervous system, the vibrator encouraging him to burst wasn’t letting up. The rubbery wand stroked his oozing shaft up and down the six inches repeatedly, even resting on the head when Stan wasn’t paying enough attention. “AHAHahAAHAhOOOOHHHHHH FFUUUUUUCKKKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OOOHHHAAHAHAHAHFFUUCCKKYYEEAAHHH!!” he soon let out as he blew 5 feet across the room and his body shivered as a result of the overload. “See…I am a nice guy” Mr. Stan mentioned as Jack’s body recovered in silence. However, the clever man wasn’t done. He grabbed a clear smaller fleshlight and attached it to the end of the vibrator before slipping it over Jack’s relieved cock within a minute after the eruption. “Dude…what…just let me go” he half-protested with diminishing energy, again not sure of what the plan was.
“You know how a lot of those superhero movies end but people stick around for an extra something afterwards?” “Yeah…but…” he replied, looking back at his old teacher with a clearly undermined ego. “Consider this our post-credits scene” he explained before switching the vibrator back on and bending down to bring his mouth to the deliciously flawless foot. “NONONO!!!! AHAHAYOUUAHAHAHHACCAANNNTTTAHAHAHAHAAAA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHNONONONONOAA AHAHAHAHAFUUCCKKFUUCCKKKAHAHAHAHAAHHAHA MAAKEEEIITTTAHAHAHAHAHAHASSTOOPPPP!!” The gripper attachment vibrated on his red WILDLY sensitive member for a cruel concentrated sucker punch his frequently praised body could not endure. To put it simply, he went bananas in the ropes as he tried to evade the excruciating attention, not to mention Mr. Stan’s mouth mimicking a hungry horse gnawing on Jack’s gorgeous foot; his teeth, lips, and tongue all working together. The post-cum torture combined with the devastating tickling technique generated a weapon of mass destruction being unleashed on the former teen king as his laughter/begging only grew more intense and desperate over the next several minutes until his personal hell ended like it began, with an electric buzz to his side.
“Sir…sir…sir!” a voice said, waking Jack up. “What?” “You can’t sleep here” the woman explained. Jack sat up and looked around to realize he was on the sidewalk in front of his old high school. “What…what time is it?” “It’s 7:30, Monday morning” Jack stood up in a daze and pulled out his phone to check what she’d told him. Sure enough it was Monday and the local school didn’t have the same spring break as him which meant countless students had walked by to see him passed out on the curb. His screen was full of messages from his friend; Dude where are you?? Is it done? Text me back!! “Shit…” “I see you must’ve had a bad night but you have to leave now, son” the kind new librarian said. “Ok, I’m going” he complied, starting to walk the opposite direction. “Good morning, Mrs. Nealson” a voice called warmly from across the patch of grass. “Oh, good morning!” she waved back, prompting Jack to look over and see the raven haired man walking toward the entrance with a smug look on his face. Mrs. Nealson almost blushed as she turned around and smiled back at her shoes shyly “I swear that Mr. Stan is the nicest guy…” |
