French Lessons 3


by Cassidy <Orderlydog@yahoo.com>

Albert Messier sighed contentedly as he cleansed himself and dressed. He had just experienced the most intense orgasm of his life, and it had come with more intensity of feeling and volume than he had thought possible. It had been glorious.

The boy was still sobbing, more softly now. Messier looked at him. the lines across his purple bum and crease were bright red with blood, and a distinct pattern of stripes decorated his thighs. Lovely.

There were other things he wanted to try, but Messier knew that after that eruption of cum, it would take him a while to recharge. He wasn't 16 any more.

"Please sir." He looked around. The boy looked up at him. "Please-I have to piss something awful," he pleaded.

Messier looked back at him. he had given this weekend considerable thought, and he planned himself on planning for every inevitable contingency. He went to the cabinet and extracted a catheter and bag. He returned to the bed and unhooked the boy's ankles from the restraints and rolled him on his side.

He could see the fear in the boy's eyes. Messier smiled to himself. He took the boy's limp _c_o_c_k_ in his hand, and roughly forced the catheter into the piss slot-all the way to the bladder. The boy cried out in pain.

Messier flipped the boy back onto his stomach, and reattached the restraints. He put the bag on the floor and watched as the yellow liquid started trickling in. That would do.

Messier headed for the doorway. He turned off the light as he walked out, and locked the door from the outside.

He headed up the stairs to the ground floor, and then up another flight to his bedroom. As he prepared for bed, he suddenly realised how knackered he was. He fell asleep almost immediately, with the image of the pleading, well whipped boy in his mind's eye and a smile on his lips.

Messier slept soundly, and it was almost noon when he awoke. A shower, a leisurely breakfast, and then downstairs to check on his guest.

Time for something different, Messier thought. his right arm was more than a bit sore from last night's exertions, and he lacked the necessary control and power with the left.

"Good morning," he said to the boy. "Sod off, you _f_u_c_k_ing perv," was the response. "Basic politeness is the hallmark of a civilised man," Mesier said. "It appears that is a lesson you need to learn."

Messier walked over to the table where the adult toys had been carefully placed, and studied them. He had purchased the items in a seedy Soho shop, the last time he had been in London. It had been a conference for foreign language instructors, and he had managed to slip out unnoticed after the final day's activities. He had told the degenerate looking clerk that he needed some items for a bachelor party and had paid cash. There had been a smirk of disbelief on the clerk's face which made him feel uncomfortable, but he had taken the purchases and hurried back to the hotel. They had been carefully packed, before he headed for the train station and home.

Now he would finally get to use them.

Messier unshackled the boy's ankles. He chose a long, thick, 2 inch diameter _d_i_l_d_o_ with an attached handle. He took a sheath from the table drawer, opened the packet, and slipped it over the head and part of the shaft of the large toy.

He walked over to the bed, unshackled the boy, and pushed him, whimpering and squirming, to his knees. the boy started begging and pleading as soon as he saw what Messier had in his hand. Messier pushed the boy's back and shoulders down, and positioned him so that his striped arse was in the air, boy hole waiting, _c_o_c_k_ dangling limply between his legs.

Messier's own _c_o_c_k_ had begun to stiffen at the entrancing sight, and his heart began to beat more rapidly with anticipation. He positioned the _d_i_l_d_o_ so that the head pressed against the boy's puckered opening. The boy clenched his buttocks tightly in an attempt to resist.

Messier walked over to the Wall of Discipline and selected a riding crop. He returned and cracked it sharply across the boy's right cheek. He screamed, as fresh bloody welts opened on top of the others which covereds his bum. Messier repeated the procedure across the left cheek as well, and the boy howled in agony with each blow.

Lookes like he's got his voice back, Messier thought idly.

The blows had forced the boy to unclench his bum cheeks enough for Messier to force the thick head of the _d_i_l_d_o_ into his hole. He began to shriek and beg, in agony as his virgin hole was penetrated. Messier pushed until the widest part of the head disappeared into the boy's tender hole. His screams increased as he was forced open, delicate tissue torn, and blood began trickling out of his anus.

The boy writhed in pain, screaming and pleading for the huge intrusion to be removed. Messier's _c_o_c_k_ twitched, as he pushed harder, until a goodly portion of the _d_i_l_d_o_ was embedded in the boy's tight channel. The boy's screams were continuous. When he could force it in no further, he began _f_u_c_k_ing the boy with the huge toy.

Each stroke brought a fresh scream of agony from the boy, as his formerly virgin arsehole was brutally violated. The intensity of the pain was magnified by Messier's deliberate choice to neither prepare him nor use any sort of lubricant. Being _f_u_c_k_ed dry was infinitely more painful, especially for a virgin, and the boy's screams began to reach a frantic, fevered pitch. all of which increased Messier's pleasure considerably.

Messier's _c_o_c_k_ grew and hardened more with each new shriek from the boy.

He now began _f_u_c_k_ing him with hard, fast strokes. When he pulled the _d_i_l_d_o_ out before slamming it back in as hard as possible, he noticed blood on the sheath. The boy writhed and screamed with each fresh penetration. He tried to twist his body and shake off the assault, but Messier clamped a firm hand on his back and continued to _f_u_c_k_ him.

As he felt his own need growing, Messier dropped his trousers and boxers to his ankles and now began to stroke himself in rhythm with the thrusts. The boy's pleading and screaming increases in intensity, as did Messier's level of arousal. He pumped harder and faster around his shaft, as he increased the speed with which he _f_u_c_k_ed the sobbing, hysterical boy. Finally, he felt his engorged _c_o_c_k_head pulse and throb and his balls contract.

Finally, he came, accompanied by the boy's delicious screams. Great white spurts shot out of his _c_o_c_k_ and he shook and groaned repeatedly. It seemed as though he would never stop cumming.

When he finally finished, he was limp. The large _d_i_l_d_o_ still stuck out of the sobbing boy's stretched hole, and Messier yanked it out. The sheath was covered with blood and he carefully unrolled it and tossed it in a bin. The boy was doubled over and sobbing, as blood trickled out of his bruised and torn anus and onto his thighs.

The sensations and images had been so pleasurable, that Messier wished he had used his own _c_o_c_k_ instead of the _d_i_l_d_o_ to _f_u_c_k_ the boy. He wondered what it would feel like for his own hard _c_o_c_k_ to be in that tight channel, the boy squirming and pleading beneath him.

That would have to wait for the next session. But now, as punishment for cursing, the boy would get more lashes with the riding crop. Messier stretched the boy's legs out on the bed. he picked up the crop and laid the first stroke in the crease under the boy's left cheek. The scream of agony that it produced was almost earsplitting. Messier laid two more strokes in that exquisitely tender and well beaten spot. Each one resulted in a high pitched shriek. Three more lashes across the bum cheek itself followed. He repeated the procedure on the right side. When it was over, the boy was screaming hysterically, and fresh bloody welts covered his already battered bottom.

Messier reinserted a fresh catheter into the boy's piss slot, and retied his ankles. No reason to risk an accident, when it was so easily preventable.

He picked up his clothing and headed back upstairs. After another shower and a pleasant, yet light meal, Messier stretched out on his bed for a nap. He was immensely pleased. he had never experienced the sort of orgasms he had now taken pleasure in. Of course, whipping the boy and hearing his cries for mercy, only added to the enjoyment.

Messier awoke with a start. His _c_o_c_k_ was already stiff, a good portent for what was to come.

He headed downstairs. The boy was lying quietly, whimpering to himself. He cried out, as Messier reached under him and yanked out the catheter.

Messier removed his dressing gown. His erect _c_o_c_k_ jutted out as he walked over to the wall and selected a small whip. He returned to the bed, released the ankle restraints, and laid 6 firm strokes across the boy's bum. He was rewarded by the delicious scrams of pain, which caused his _c_o_c_k_ to grow and harden even further. he took a sheath from the table, placed it over the head of his _c_o_c_k_ and unrolled it.

He pulled the boy to his knees again, positioning himself behind his target, and directed the head of his _c_o_c_k_ to the boy's waiting hole. As he felt the pressure on the outer ring, the boy began begging and pleading not to be _f_u_c_k_ed again, whinging about how much he hurt.

Messier smiled to himself, as he carefully positioned the head at the puckered opening. His engorged _c_o_c_k_ throbbed. The boy cried out as Messier placed his hands on the bruised hips, and then using all of his weight and strength quickly pushed into the tight channel. He buried his _c_o_c_k_ to the hilt in the velvet softness. The boy screamed and sobbed in almost unendurable agony. He felt the burning, tearing penetration, and his battered tender hole was once again brutally assaulted.

Messier groaned with delight. The boy's tightness was wonderful. There was so much friction, so many delightful new sensations. the velvety warmth surrounded his _c_o_c_k_ and took him to new heights of pleasure.

He began to _f_u_c_k_ tentatively at first, and then increased the tempo and the rhythm, varying the strokes, as the boy screamed and begged him to stop. Messier _f_u_c_k_ed him brutally, repeatedly burying his _c_o_c_k_ to the hilt in the boy's anus, balls slapping against the battered bum. The boy squirmed and tried to kick, as he screamed in pain. A few kicks landed successfully.

That would require punishment later, Messier thought. But now, each new wonderful sensation was the prime focus. His _c_o_c_k_ throbbed as he continued to _f_u_c_k_ the boy- short quick thrusts, balls grinding against him, long dicking him. That seemed to elicit the loudest screams of pain from the boy, as Messier would pull out and then slam back in hard enough to bury his entire length inside.

Messier's heart pounded, his breathing rate increased rapidly, his face flushed and his balls tightened as he got closer and closer to the edge. He screamed his release as he came, gripping the boy's hips even tighter. He pumped vigourously, ensuring that the last drops of cum had been extracted from his balls.

When he finally pulled out his softening _c_o_c_k_, the sheath was stained with fresh blood, and the boy was sobbing loudly.

Messier sighed and groaned with supreme satisfaction. It had been even more wonderful than he had imagined. He wiped his cum covered _c_o_c_k_ off with a towel and wrapped the dressing gown around him.

He looked at the sobbing, welted, limp form on the bed. "You shouldn't have kicked me," he said. "You know that calls for punishment." the boy looked up at him. His eyes were red and puffy, and snot ran from his nose.

"Please, no more," he begged. "I can't take it-please."

Messier picked up the whip. He turned to the trembling boy. the first lash was laid across the boy's back, and a fresh red welt appeared on the white skin. The boy screamed at the unfamiliar pain. He thrashed and twisted back and forth, as Messier lashed his back and shoulders. Soon welts were being laid over welts, and blood began to appear.

Now Messier reapplied the ankle restraints. He turned his attention to his favourite part of a boy's anatomy, and laid the whip across the round, welted, bloodied bottom. Each new lash drew blood, as fresh welts opened up on top of the welts beneath. Six hard lashes across the quivering bum, and the boy's screams began to diminish in volume. He was approaching the limits of physical endurance.

Messier intended to lay the final six lashes in the crease area, as he was particularly fond of the excruciating pain it caused. But after the fouth lash, the boy's cries ceased. The pain had caused him to pass out.

Messier reluctantly wiped off the whip and returned it to its place on the wall. It looked as though this weekend's entertainment had come to an end earlier than he had planned. but it was almost dark...

Messier went upstairs and dressed. He retrieved the sports bag the boy had carried, and brought it down to the cellar, along with the clothes he had been wearing. He carefully dressed the unconscious boy in the same outfit he had been wearing when they had met, and carried him up the stairs. Messier was thankful that the garage was behind the house, and the sevenfoot wall kept neighbours prying eyes away.

He deposited the boy in the front seat of the Rover and tossed the bag next to him.

Messier drove to a different city, one about 10 miles from where he had originally found the boy. There was an industrial area, deserted on a Saturday night, and he left the boy and his bag by the side of the road, near what looked to be a collection of warehouses. Someone would likely find him as soon as the next work shift arrived, Messier thought.

As he drove away, Messier thought about how pleasurable the whole experience had been. But, he realised regretfully, it would be too dangerous to repeat on a regular basis. However there was no shortage of rent boys available, and he could pick and chose amongst them for the most appealing prospect.

In the meantime, he would have to settle for the safer and more discreet pleasure of thrashing the laggards, miscreants and underachievers, all of which the school had in abundance.

In fact, an unexpected grammar examination on Monday might be just the way to get the week off to a good start. There were bound to be lads who would fail it, and be in need of a bit of correction. There was nothing like the judicious application of the cane and strap to a boy's barebottom to encourage him to work harder.

Messier hummed to himself as he drove home. He would create an especially difficult exam, and there should be an abundance of bottoms in need of correction.

That would do for now. And maybe in another month or two, he would take another late Friday night drive and see what he could find. This weekend had definitely whetted his appetite. _f_u_c_k_ing a sobbing, striped bottomed boy was ever so much more satisfying that merely wanking.

He would definitely have to do it again.


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