I am an English teacher at a Gymnasium in Germany. Most of the time is fun, but for the fact that boys at those ages are terribly troublesome, and if that were not problem enough, it is when men are at their most beautiful. I do my work trying hard that anyone won't notice that I am queer, although in my most paranoid states I reckon that probably everybody knows.
One day I was at home completely sunk in one of my favorite activities, reading Charles _d_i_c_k_ens, when the bell rang. I went to the door and I found there one of my pupils. That was a great surprise, because I am naturally very jealous of my intimacy and I had no one at work know where I lived, nor even my phone number. This boy was quite handsome and not aware of his own beauty. Willy was his name. He was blond, short hair, lanky body, five and a half feet, wearing fading blue short jeans, sneakers, shirt, leather punk belt and a faint smile. He was respectful and requested whether he could make me some questions about my last lesson. I doubted for a moment whether to ask him how he knew where to find me, but since there didn't seem to be any reason to be rude, I let him in. I took him to my main room that doubled as living room, dinner room and even office. We sat and he began to speak:
- Let's see, I know you are a queer and ...
I jumped of my sitting position and inmediately told him:
- I'm afraid your visit is over, please come with me to the door.
He remained sat and said:
- NO, you listen carefully first, I can at any moment say that you _s_e_x_ually assaulted me and you will end in prison. And now that I have been at your home enticed by your devious schemes of old faggot everybody will believe me. That's my main arm against you, that's the reason because you will be my slave, I will do with you whatever I want and you will give me everything I want.
I sat again slowly admired by the wickedness I had in front of me. I was only twenty six and hearing being called old faggot wasn't particularly funny.
- You are surely aware that that won't work, I can't allow it to happen and anyway, if I did, someone will sum two plus two and I will end anyway in prison.
- Don't worry, I am not stupid, I won't allow anything to happen to spoil my fun. Now better start obeying me, because from now we will work in a punishment-prize basis. Stand and take off all your clothes, I want to see if faggots are equipped the same as men.
I remained silent looking into his eyes trying to decide how far was this devil ready to go. I am not very strong nor sportive, but I thought I could be a match for this young man. Since I did nothing, he was the one who stood, came to me and with a suddeness which surprised me got hold of my ear and pulled of it till I was standing bending at my waist. Then he hit me on my scalp with his closed fist:
- I -ouch- don't -ouch- want -ouch- to -ouch- repeat -ouch- my -ouch- orders -ouch-.
Thoroughly hurt and humiliated by this treatment I felt my body took over the situation: I was excited and it seemed I would become more if this went on. I decided I would take the risk and began taking my clothes.
- That is better.
He sat again watching with attention. I pulled out the sweater first leaving myself bare-chested and then began to peel off my jeans. When I was only in my underpants my erection was clearly visible.
- YOU FAGGOT, you are enjoying this, don't you?.
He raised again, came to me, took hold of my boxers by their elastic band and pulled them down. Then took hold of my erection and pulled from it.
- Oh, it seems it's real. I thought you didn't have one since you don't need it!.
He kept pulling one way and other and I had to follow him as best as I could if I didn't want to see myself separated from the piece he thought I didn't need. I tried also holding to him by his arm.
- Now, I don't need your arms now, put them at your back.
He pulled out of his pockets a shoe thread and tried to tie me by my wrists. Seeing that, I janked free.
- Wrong!.
Indeed was a wrong move. He hit me at the back of my knee and I fell on the floor. There, naked, a barrrage of kicks fell on me. They weren't really thought to cause any damage, but without the protection of any clothes they did hurt.
- O.K., O.K., I will obey.
- You'd better do. And call me sir. Is that clear?
- Yes, sir.
Laying on the floor he pulled my arms to my back and there tied my wrists very tightly. Then I felt his hands open the crack of my bottom.
- If I am not wrong, the _s_h_i_t_ hole is the one the faggots use to _f_u_c_k_ each other, don't you?.
I remained silent first, but then I felt his finger or fingers getting inside my anus and pulling and probing in all directions. I groaned loudly because of the rough treatment.
- I made a question, answer it!, faggot!.
- Yes, yes, sir, we _f_u_c_k_ our _s_h_i_t_ holes.
- O.K., _s_h_i_t_ hole. Stay there while I inspect my new belongings.
With this he began to rummage through all my belongings, which don't amount to much in a three room apartment, but he employed himself viciously, throwing everything to the floor. He found my gay magazines and made a couple of comments about my perverted tastes.
- In what a terrible mess is this apartment!. I want it clean and ordered, come on, faggot!.
He untied me, and signaled the disorder while I stood up.
- You did all yourself, if you expect me to work for you as a slave, _f_u_c_k_ you!.
I told him a little too heated after what was happening.
- You must learn to obey, and I told you I would punish you if you didn't fast and clean.
He pulled from his waist the wide leather belt studded with nails of doubtful taste but which I felt could do a lot of damage.
- O.K., this time you have the upper hand, I will do what you want, but this game will have to end.
- No, you still don't understand, this is not a game, and you are my slave, and I am going to punish you because of your disobedience.
With that he raised the belt with his hand and lashed it at me. I shouted 'No' and raised my hands to protect me. Inmediately I felt the sting of the belt in my arms. I didn't know how to protect me and tried to escape him, but he cornered me. Then again I was hit. Unable to do much, I hid my head as best as I could, but each hit made me shout of pain and try to find a position where he wouldn't be able to hit me. The end result was that my body was full of clearly drawn lashes with the belt, which burn my skin and in some points broke it. I pleaded and shouted, even swore allegiance to him, everything as long as he stopped. Which he didn't till I was a mess, a puddle of tears and shame.
- Do you think you have learned your lessons?
- Y...e...s.
- YES, WHAT?
- Y..e..s, s..i..r.
- That's better. Tomorrow we will do more things, but for today is enough. Except that I have to pee, and since you are _s_h_i_t_, you just as well make company to my piss.
With that comment he pulled his penis and urinated on me. Then he left. I couldn't be calmed until I cleaned myself and the apartment.
The next day I felt still seriously hurt, so I remained at home after excusing myself at the Gymnasium by phone. At noon Willy called me, also by phone.
- Hey, you faggot, li...
- NO, forget me, leave me in peace, I don't want to know anything about you.
- O.K., you have earned yourself another punishement for this afternoon when I arrive home. If you don't want to win yourself more, do the following: go out, make a copy of the key of the apartment for me, buy yourself a dozen pink lace knickers and get back home where you will get off all your clothes and stay naked til I arrive. He hung up. Now what could I do?, if I obey I will be completely in his hands, if I don't, I will probably end seriously hurt and anyway in his hands. I somehow managed to limp out and do the chores I was entrusted with. Buying the knickers was highly embarrassing, I only hoped I chose the right size, because I couldn't face to go twice. Once home I rested, but I didn't get naked.
At six p.m. again the bell rang. I got naked fast and I opened the door.
- Hi, faggot. I see you have started to obey me. Let's see if you have done the other chores.
I felt elated that at least he didn't catch me in that I hadn't been all afternoon naked. I gave him a copy of the keys of the flat and showed him the knickers.
- Well enough. Now, I have to punish you by your lack of respect. Lay down on the table.
- No, please, I promise I will always obey you. Don't punish me more, I won't be able to stand it.
- _s_h_i_t_-hole, don't play with me, otherwise you know what will happen.
Defeated, I did as I was told. He took from a back-pack he had brought with him real ropes that he used to tie my wrists to the legs of the table and my ankles to the opposing legs. I was spread-eagled and forming a 90 degree angle at my waist. He pulled from the ropes very tightly, which hurt a lot by itself and had me pretty inmovilised. From that moment I couldn't see much of him, as he was ta my back. I know he pulled something more from his back-pack and the next thing I felt was a terrible sting in my bottom. I shouted.
- No, no, that's not it.
Another sting. He was hitting my bottom with a switch or something like that, long, strong and thin. I tried to keep calm and not shouting again. Another one. I had no idea of the damage it could be doing but it was hurting a lot.
- Unless you learn I will keep like this indefinetely.
- LEARN WHAT!.- swish - Ouch!.
- Please, please, tell me what you want and I will do it- swish - Ouch!
Then it hit me.
- One.
- That's better.- swish - Two! -swish - Ouch, three!...
This kept on til number ten.
- Well, this was by not being respectful with me. Now I will give you ten more for not being naked as I ordered you.
- But I was!.
- 15 for lying to me.
- But...
- Come on, I wouldn't have obeyed unless I feared to be found, so you didn't obey, and so you were found.
I suffered the 15 hits as best as I could. Now I did suspect the damage would be starting to be serious. I had never thought one day I wouldn't be able to sit because of a spanking.
- Now, 10 more for not going to work today.
- But...
- Silence, I don't want to hear you unless I order you to. You will go to work tomorrow as usual and you won't fail again classes. We don't want people to notice something is going wrong - and he laughed. After he finished he left me to rest, still tied and very uncomfortable, although the worse was the pain in my bottom.
Later he took something more from his treasure dove. I felt something tied round my penis and something more introduced in my anus.
- Now comes the lessons. First, I want you to use for underwear only the lace pink knickers. Underpants are for men, and you are a faggot, and faggots like to be _f_u_c_k_ed, and real men when _f_u_c_k_ get under knickers, not underpants.
- Yes, sir. - I answered promptly.
- That's all good, but I want to reinforce my orders...
- AAARRRRRGGGGHHHH! - What I felt cannot be described, I felt a searing pain all through my penis down and up inside my anus. Later I found he used a small electric appliance to apply low voltage electricity to me.
- Good, now I think you will obey. But there is more. I want you to use only tight jeans, I want to see your bum dance around in class.
- Yes, sirrrAARRRRGGGHHHHH!.
- Well, for the time being that is all. Before I leave, I better pee on you again. I know you will disappointed if I don't.
He climbed on the table to have me all at his reach and again showered me in his urine. Then he cut the ropes and left without a word.
Next day I duly went to work. I couldn't sit and moved somewhat slowly but tried to survive as best as I could. When I had class with Willy he fixed a stare on me, clearly aware of my predicaments and showing how amused he was with them. I could only hope nobody noticed the whole act. Otherwise he didn't even talked to me. As soon as classes were over I run home. There I found Willy waiting for me, after having made use of the key I had given him.
- What do you have to do when you arrive home?
I undressed, fast. I had found after this that being naked had the inconvenient that it was very cold. When I took off my jeans the knickers could be seen.
- Good, I see that you are learning to obey. Knell in front of me.
I did.
- Now kiss my shoes.
I did.
- Say how honoured are you to be at my service.
- Sir, I am very honoured by being your slave.
- Say how much you enjoy my punishments and how good I am attending your needs for discipline and how grateful you are.
- Sir, I am very grateful to you because you have been administering me the discipline I badly needed and because I have enjoyed a lot my well earned punishments, thank you, thank you.
- Plead for another punishment, that I am sure you need.
- No please please, I am obeying everything you say, ain't I?, you don't need to punish me, please...
A smug smile was drawn in his face.
- Yes, you need a punishment, you just have disobeyed a pretty straightforward order from me, I knew you needed it and you can just see how much.
He made me to lay face down and tied my legs to a chair so that sole of my feet were facing upwards. He also tied my wrists at my back. The constant rubbing of the ropes on my skin from being tied up and the way he pulls tightly from the ropes, has my skin peeled and with semi-permanent marks. Then he got hold of a shortened broom-stick and with it he hit me on the sole of my feet. Again I had to shout of pain, but I manage to count. This time the count arrived till twenty. Then he took me to a corner and made me to knell there against it. I knelled there while he developed an intense activity. I arrived to the conclusion he was throwing a party in my flat, which was grave, but the worse was that in no way I could allow more people to see me like this. But my resistence was broken, I simply couldn't face him, rather, the pain he could inflict on me.
Fortunately, when the bell rang for the first time, he took me to my bedroom, where I was tied spread-eagled to each of the four posts of my bed, again pulling from the ropes unmercifully. He put the pillow under my stomach, which was somewhat suspicious.
The party developed like they usually do, with a lot of noise, loud rock music and young voices laughing. I laid in the darkness of my bedroom worried sick that anyone would enter and find out about me. Eventually I could hear two people entering the room. One was Willy, the other I recognized his voice as a student from his same class. Max is a boy of childish character and face equally childish, but he makes himself likeable enough. His body was not the one of a boy, he is tall, more than six feet, I hadn't seen his body ever but if he had what he had between his legs in proportion to the rest of his body, he must be extremely interesting.
- Look, do you want to have _s_e_x_ with someone or not?. _f_u_c_k_ing a faggot is the same as _f_u_c_k_ing a woman, in any case you make the role of the man, you are the man...
- But...
- I did tell you this was a faggot, I wouldn't lie to you, but these scums know their role well, I am sure he will make you have a great time. And if you need help I can lend you a couple of magazines.
- And how much did you say?.
- A mark a minute. What do you say?
- O.K., take this 15DM, if I don't came out in 15 minutes, come for me...
- Ha, Ha, ...
I felt the door closing again and then how Max, I supposed, tip-toed to the bed. Climbed to it and discovered I was tied. He didn't say anything and I tried to hide my head in the bed-clothes even when darkness shouldn't allow him to see me. He fumbled my bottom till he found my anus, which he fumbled also. Then I heard the noise of a zipper being opened and the next a hot prick head making way between my buttocks. He didn't disappoint me, his tool was impressive and I wanted to correspond making a good job, pushing out when he pushed in, and pulling and tighting my anus when he pulled out.
The problem was that Max was not the only one to _f_u_c_k_ me that night. It seemed half the male population of my school came and paid Willy to _f_u_c_k_ me, even some repeated.
I went to work the next day, although I felt split open by the middle. Willy's popularity was evident and I heard something of when would he repeat the party. I tried to keep myself out of the way as much as possible, in case someone could see the similarities between the person they _f_u_c_k_ed and me, at least with the body.
When I arrived home Willy was not waiting for me. I got naked anyway and tried to use my time to do the multiple chores I had abandoned because of my new status as slave.
It came the moment to go to bed and I got in bed still naked. I fell asleep, thanking the gods for the day of rest. Deep at night I felt my ear pulled roughly, before my mind was fulled waked, I was saying:
- Yes, sir.
- Come with me.
He took me to the bathroom, he tied my wrists to the water tabs in the shower and opened the cold water.
- AAAARRRRRRGGHHH
I felt I was going to die frozen alive. He waited till I stopped shouting and closed the tabs.
- But why?, what did I do wrong?, give me something or I am going to die of cold....
- This is your punishment of today. Don't say you didn't expected it!.
And he left me there, trembling and freezing to death. Fortunately he had tied my wrists to the front. With the help of my teeth I managed after a while to untie me. I dried up and went to my room. There was Willy beatifically asleep in my bed. Looking like that, he didn't seem capable of the cruelties he was. I took a couple of covers from the cupboard as silently as possible and went to sleep on the sofa.
- And?
- Well, please sir, could you punish me as I am sure you are aware I need, sir?
- What do you think?. I told you he would ask for it. You only have to punish him and I will allow you to be his other master and you will be able to _f_u_c_k_ him as much as you like.
I rose my head that I had watching Willy's sneakers to see Max entering the room from the bedroom. This was terrible, two people could be a secret, but three, and youngsters!.
- Well, yes, I see, if he has begged for it, I will punish him. I simply couldn't believe your story without seeing it.
I was tied and inmovilised again to a chair. Then Max took a box of matches and put matches between my toe-fingers. Then he lighted them one after another, and one after another consumed themselves til they reached my skin and burned me. I shouted with pain with each and one of the matches. Willy enjoyed himself a lot as usual. Max, as soon as the punishment was over, requested to ejercise his rights as my new master and _f_u_c_k_ed me, again after having tied me in an uncomfortable position to me, but one easy to _f_u_c_k_ me.
This is my situation. It's real, not a story written for the enjoyment of adults. I don't know what I am going to do not how long will I survive this. Willy is cruel, enjoys hurting me, that is quite obvious, but with whom has he _s_e_x_?, because he certrainly hasn't _f_u_c_k_ed me (and I am certainly waiting for it). He has no love for me. I think it has been good the entrance of Max, _s_e_x_ unites persons, although I am a slave and he a master, concept that anyway I suspect only copies from Willy.