AN ENGLISH SCHOOL ADVENTURE PART THREE

AN ENGLISH SCHOOL ADVENTURE PART THREEby dale10

(All characters in this fantasy are eighteen years of age or older. the author does not condone the actions in this story.)

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Subject: British Summer School Adventures Part Three I was writing about my real-life adventures teaching theater at a British college with a program designed for American boys from wealthy private schools. As I said, most of these teenage boys were not much cared for by their wealthy socialite parents... as long as they did not embarrass them publically, and as long as they did well in school and stayed out of their parents’ hair.  This was not always easy for the troubled young colts. They were often wild and reckless and many of them desperately sought the love the never got at home. They developed basically in one of two ways. They either became uncontrollable jock bullies who drank and fucked cunt, or they became quiet, weak, submissive, frightened and mostly friendless boys. It was always one of the later types that I looked for and chose for my fuck boy toy of the summer, and it was the former that I sometimes used to torment the weaker boy.

It is an amazing experience having so much testosterone filled nut sack and so much dangling high school dick hanging around you all day. And having the wonderfully perverted head of the school Mr. Crutchly on my side, really helped me have more fun than should be allowed anyone. Of the other seven faculty, four of them never came around the boy's part of the dorm or the boys’ bathroom. Only three of us took any interest in boy ass. The other two hung around so they could get a look at naked teen pecker and ass, but to my knowledge did little about it. One summer, one of them was regularly fucking one of the boys, but that's all I ever knew about it. Anyway, I took a great interest in the boys’ hygiene and bathroom habits. After all, a clean boy is a healthy boy. Since these boys were mostly eighteen, the cocks ranged from small and thin to huge and thick. In the morning showers, the boys often had trouble with uncontrollable erections, which was a delight. There were some younger boys on the summer tour, belonging to faculty members, but they lived with their parents and alas I didn't get to see their naked little bodies very much. Some of the more curious younger boys did hang around to watch the eighteen-year olds shower, and I never stopped them. It was so much fun watching their eyes grow wide with the sight of the thick swinging jock dicks and bouncing balls on the older boys.

With Crutchly's influence, one of the first things I did was remove the useless shower curtains from the large shower area at the end of the room. Now the boys could easily be seen washing their wobbly dicks and balls and assholes from across the room. They could also all see each other under the various shower heads. Cameras were installed, so Crutchly could have memories for his scrap book. I admit of keeping some photos of my favorite boys. But I had even more devious plots to hatch.

You do know how shy boys of that age are about their still developing sexuality? Well, the next thing I had Crutchly do was remove the doors on the toilet stalls. Now the boys had to shit with anyone in the bathroom watching. This freaked out even the jocks, who for some reason mostly had the largest dicks of the group, except for one year when a skinny little dweeb had a huge fat fucker. He was the boy I chose for that summer. Being a conscientious teacher, I checked the bathroom many, many times during the day, especially when a really cute boy was taking a shit.  I would casually lean on the framework of his stall and chat with the humiliated boy while he grunted and groaned and tried to have a bowel movement.

I also enjoyed giving some of the boys Exlax from time to time in treats I gave them. They would get the most god-awful cramps and hobble and try to run to the toilet to shit out their very guts. The other boys would laugh riotously. As a teacher, "concerned that they were sick" I would follow and sometimes rub their shoulders or hold their heads as they grunted and moaned and shat.  I would then help the sick boy to the shower and even wash him, making sure to get his ass and balls and dick totally clean.  The trick, you see,  is to make the boys totally vulnerable, to expose their weaknesses and then to strip away their self-esteem. Remember, I was just getting started in those days. I had not yet had much experience in training boys. Many of my later perverted interests formed during these informative years.

For example, I once found a boy using drugs. He became terrified I would let his parents know. Of course, I would not... IF HE LET ME FUCK HIM IN THE ASS AND MOUTH! Not only that, but I would have him use his drugs to get high out of his gourd before I would cover his cute young teen face in pre-fuck and cum and piss.  Oh, yes, I used that druggie boy as a toilet, making him wallow in filth… my filth. That particular boy, I felt, also needed some extreme ass stretching. By extreme... I mean extreme. With Link, I made him sleep all night with a thirteen-inch, beer bottle thick, dildo up his ass (when he was not sleeping with me.)  I really wanted that sweet kid stuffed up to the guts. I also required him to wear the dildo up his ass when he attended class and on field trips. Look at the photos I sent of Link, and you can well imagine how difficult and painful that was for him. Every step would cause agony... and climbing the stone steps of some castle or hiking around the Cliffs of Cornwall would be complete torture for him. The other boys wondered why he would suddenly start to cry, and they would make fun of him, which was delightful.

But, back to the Boys toilet room. I also had Crutchly move the long wooden rack with pegs on which the boys hung their towels and underpants totally across the room from the showers, so they had to cross the entire room totally naked. That way we could capture lots of thick swinging teenage pecker on film. I know, some of you are thinking "get a life," but I was quite young myself and these sorts of games filled my life back then and fed my lust. It was during these few brief summers that I learned that my perversity knew almost no limits.

I remember one time with cute young Link, who has been on my mind and my dick lately (figuratively alas,) when the boys had just finished a very rough, hot, sweaty game of soccer. It had been a hot summer day to begin with, and the teenage lads returned to the shower room literally dripping sweat. Of course, their dear old teacher was there to collect their sweat-soaked stinking shorts, shirts, socks and jock straps for laundering. The school had a laundry service for all of us. But on this occasion, I took the boys’ stinking jock straps and soaked them in a large pitcher of water. Link and I watched the water turn yellow and then actually brown from the sweat and piss and I am sure dick leak in the filthy jock strap pouches. Here was where the boys’ sweaty stinking teenage cocks and balls rested during the game. When the water was dark brown and foul, I ordered my dear young Link to drink all of it. You should have seen him sob at that. I had to kiss away the tears, but of course, I still made him drink. Then, I made him suck on the jock straps and then on the foul filthy socks of the boys. Twice, he puked a lake of vomit, and I made him lick it up. I pushed his handsome young face into the disgusting puddle of puke and ordered him to lick. I then beat him on the balls for his errors until the nuts were swollen he size of oranges.

I had an unusual way of beating Link as well. I also did this with several other boys, other summers. The campus had a wonderful rose garden, and I collected stout rose stems with nice long thorns. You know how those fucking rose stem thorns can hurt. Who among you has not pricked a finger on a rose thorn? Well, I used these stems to beat Link and other boys on their scrotal sacks and on their asses. I would beat Link's ball sack until it was a fucking mess. Even in Crutchly's secure room, I was afraid the boy's screams would bring people running. I ordered Link not to scream, but the pain was so great, he could not control himself... thus bringing further punishment down on the boy. I took to shoving the dildo from his ass into his mouth to silence him and give him something to bite down on while I worked his teenage nut sack over with the thorny stems. More often than not, he would sob later, complaining that he was ruined for life. I told him he probably could never have children, but who cares if a fucking faggot can have children or not? At that, he would cry even more, and make the cutest sad face.  At times, his beautiful young ass was so ripped by the thorns that he had to wear diapers for a few days so as not to bleed into his trousers. This did not stop me from fucking his ass.

You ask me, in what condition did boys like Link go home at the end of the summer? Totally fucked and ruined in some cases. Even more quiet and shy and shaken up and afraid than they had been when I first took them under my wing. Totally withdrawn, emotional and sexual wrecks at eighteen. I warned them that if they ever told anyone, the photos I took of them would be circulated on the internet and sent to family and any prospective schools. The boys remained silent. In some cases, when I knew a nice, really sadistic man who lived in the area of the boy's school, I turned the fuck slut over to him to continue the work I had started. I still stay in touch with several of the boys who crawled out of their slump to become successful businessmen. I sometimes visit them and throw a quick, degrading fuck into them, even if they have girlfriends or are married. They never refuse me. However, most of “my boys” are so destroyed by the summer experience, they never go near girls for shame... and they end up as fucked-out cocksuckers.

For a number of years, I made Link send me obscene photos of himself. I would request things like, "Link, please send me some pictures of you licking clean a dirty shit-filled public toilet." And sure enough, he would do it...which makes Link one of my favorites. “Link, please send me a photo of yourself naked on your hands and knees in a public park with a fresh dog turd in your mouth.” At one point, he actually wrote to me asking if he could please date a girl that he really, really liked. Of course, I said no. What a stupid idea. I told him to go out and suck fifteen dicks of men he didn't know in a public toilet as penance for asking. From what I hear, Link had a kind of a breakdown when he was twenty-two and had to be hospitalized. His parents were most embarrassed. Shortly after his release, he got into drugs in a big way. Even though he was wealthy, he began to sell his young ass for money. That always proves that my mentoring has worked.

Back in England that fateful summer, when the other boys at the school began to beat up on Link, I never interfered. I told him he had to put up with it. I made him stay in the shower for a full half hour, so the other boys all knew he was looking at them. I forbade him to take a towel to the shower room or to wear underwear. He had to walk there and back naked. (Things like this later inspired incidents in some of my college dorm stories.) I shaved Link's body totally of any hair, so to the other boys he looked truly freakish. I enjoyed the smooth baby feel.  Teenage boys are so proud of their prick bushes, and of course we could not allow link to be proud. I also adjusted Link's eating habits. Instead of eating with the other boys, I had him wait. Then, I would scrape what was left of the other boy's food into a dog bowl and let Link eat that, often seasoned with my spit, snot, cum, or pre-fuck. If I saw one of the boys spit out a piece of gum, I would immediately tell Link to pick it up and chew it.  If one of the boys hawked a loogie onto the pavement, I made Link lick it up. In this way, he gained a healthy respect for Alpha Males. I also took Link back to the toilet/shower room late in the night when everyone was asleep, and had him lick clean the toilet seats and toilet bowls where the other boys had shit and pissed. He had to imagine the asses of various of the boys sitting on the seats. When he complained that the taste was awful, I helped him out by washing out his mouth with soap. I would make him get a really strong erection (sometimes with the help of three Viagra) and then I would slap it down. This I would repeat ten or fifteen times, until he was sobbing uncontrollably. Often in his room at night, I forced him to sleep on the cold floor with no pillows and no blankets. There was a reason for this extremely harsh treatment. Two thirds of the way through the summer, he was totally mine and would do almost anything I asked. I would take him into a tube station near Charing Cross and have him drop his pants and masturbate right in front of the hundreds of people rushing by. More than a few gentlemen stopped to watch the very cute boy being so obscene. I also made him then spread his ass cheeks to show the dildo up his cunt.

But I also had some special fun with the very straight muscular young teenage jocks in the summer program. I had to be more careful with them, because I did not want to risk my job. But with some care, I was able to totally humiliate and manipulate several of them. I'll tell you about some time in the future.