Thanks for all the encouraging feedback to my earlier stories. Here's the next instalment of young Zack's misadventures with his teacher Mr Burke, a saga loosely based on events that happened when I was a (very bad) kid. It makes best sense if first you read the earlier chapters available here on MMSA Stories Archive.
Zack 3: Training
Zack stood in the doorway to the large front room. Burke looked around, put down his paint roller and couldn't help smiling. Zack had a great junior swimmer's body: slim, with well-toned legs and arms, and well developed shoulders and chest. Dressed only in green briefs, Zack was a very stimulating sight. Burke made a mental note to take some decent pictures of the lad while he was staying with him.
"Please Sir," Zack asked, "Can I help you? My Dad never lets me help him at home. Please Sir. It won't take as long with two of us doing it."
"True, but I'd hate you to go home saying I made you paint my house while you were here. But I guess if you really want to..."
"Great," interrupted Zack and bounded into the room, "Where do I start."
Burke set him to work on the undercoat for the skirting boards. Over the next hour or so they both applied paint, Burke, up the ladder finishing the ceiling, and Zack, bent over, butt very nicely on show, doing the skirtings. He was very keen, a bit too fast and sloppy for Burke's liking, but with regular reminders, slowed down and concentrated on doing it neatly. Burke made a note to himself to only let the boy do undercoats, final coats required more care. They chatted about everything from where to go for dinner (the pizza restaurant near the games arcade) to Zack's problems making friends at school.
Eventually Burke put his roller down, "That's it Zack. Let's clean up, have a shower and get out of here for dinner. I don't know about you, but I'm starving."
Zack was excited, enthusiastically rushing about tidying up. Burke warned him to slow down. Then Crash. A can on the ladder hit the floor, slowly spreading paint over the canvas dropsheet.
Zack cowered, covering his face, as if expecting a violent back hand. Burke picked up the can and saved what paint he could from the floor. It wasn't a disaster. Then he stood up.
"Look at me Zack."
The boy faced Burke.
"Does your Dad give you the odd backhander?"
"Sometimes Sir. When I _f_u_c_k_ up. He says I _f_u_c_k_ up all the time, that's why he never lets me help him with things. I thought you were going to bash me."
"I'd never do that," said Burke, "But you will be punished. Not in anger, but because you need it. Do you know why?"
"_f_u_c_k_ing up and spilling paint?"
"No. Accidents happen. But this one wouldn't have happened if you'd listened to what I said and slowed down. So the punishment will be for not listening and not doing what you were asked to do. Does that make sense?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good. You can go straight to your room and get the whippy cane out. Then position yourself properly with the cane directly in front of you on the bed and wait for me. Off you go."
Burke took his time cleaning up. It would give Zack time to think about what had happened and what the consequences were about to be.
Burke entered the small study. Zack was bent over the bed. His naked buttocks, pointing upwards, were still red from the earlier spanking and there were a couple of marks from the earlier caning. Burke picked up the cane from under Zack's nose and swished it in the air. Zack trembled.
"Why am I about to cane you Zack?"
"For not listening and not doing what you said."
"Correct. You have to learn to listen carefully then concentrate on doing exactly what you're told to do. Ready."
Crack. It was harder than the earlier strokes. Zack struggled not to move.
"Thank you Sir."
The next five were just as vicious, each leaving an angry mark on his red cheeks.
"Th..thank you sir," sobbed Zack.
"That's six. Enough for now. Hold the position.... Good boy,"
Burke went to the cupboard and brought out a large jar. He sat on the bed and turned Zack so he could begin massaging skin cream into both his savaged buttocks and his stiff _c_o_c_k_. With one hand, Burke pushed a single greasy finger deep into the boy. He was very tight. With the other hand he began jerking the boy off. In less than a minute, Burke's fingers were covered with Zack's cum.
Zack collapsed on the bed and rolled over, his head in Burke's lap, looking up at his teacher.
"Clean them," ordered Burke, sliding his fingers into the boy's open mouth. Zack sucked every drop of his own cum from them.
"Yuck. It tastes awful," he commented, after swallowing.
"You'll get used to it," said Burke laughing.
"You might have to do stuff like this a lot Sir, I'm a very slow learner."
"While I'm at it, I might do something about you cumming so quickly and also about your ultra-tight butt-hole. A bit of slow-learner training, I think."
"Any time Sir, I'm ready to try again right now."
"After dinner," said Burke, "Come on, time to hit the shower and clean up."
As Zack stepped out of the shower, he couldn't stop himself checking out Mr Burke as he stepped in. He hadn't seen that many naked adults, but he reckoned that Mr Burke had a huge one hanging between his legs and he didn't seem to mind Zack looking.
"Dry yourself and put out on the bed the clothes you want to wear," said Burke, "I won't be long."
Minutes later Burke, with just a towel wrapped around himself, came into Zack's room.
"Assume the position," he ordered as he opened the cupboard.
Zack obeyed slowly, unsure what he'd done wrong this time. Burke squatted behind him and began rubbing cream around his butt hole. Zack relaxed, it wasn't to be a caning. Then he felt something cold pressing against his hole.
"This is a butt plug. It's to stretch you, so you're not so tight. I want you to concentrate on relaxing your hole so it can go in."
Zack felt the plug slowly enter him. His _c_o_c_k_ stiffened and he began playing with it.
"Leave it alone," said Burke gently, "Just relax and concentrate totally on taking this right up you. It's not that big. I know you can take it."
The plug began to hurt a bit. Zack bit his lip and concentrated as hard as he could. It began to hurt a lot. Then suddenly the pressure on his outer lips stopped, but the plug was still deep inside him.
"Stand up," said Burke. "Now walk to the door and back."
Zack walked uncomfortably. "It feels kinda like it's going to come out," he said, "Like I'm going to _s_h_i_t_ or something."
"Stand still."
Burke placed a belt with extra buckles on it around Zack's waist and did it up tight. Then he took a metal ring with thin three leather straps attached to it. The first strap he attached in the middle of Zack's back. He pulled it between Zack's legs. The ring slipped easily over Zack's genitals. The second and third straps connected to the belt either side of Zack's navel.
Then Burke tightened all three straps. The one at the back cut right up between his cheeks, holding the butt plug tightly in place. There was no way it could come out now. The ring was pulled up at the front so his genitals were lifted uncomfortably up and stuck out.
"Walk to the door and back."
Zack obeyed. It wasn't easy.
"Now sit on the bed."
Sitting down was even harder.
Burke made several adjustments to the straps before he was satisfied.
"Good. Now you can get dressed to go out. Don't worry about underpants," he said, and, noticing the shocked expression on Zack's face, he added, "And think before you open your mouth and say something you will certainly regret."
Zack chose his words carefully, "Everyone will know..."
"Put your pants and T-shirt on," said Burke.
Zack obeyed. Burke decided the T shirt was too long and selected another tighter one. He then walked Zack to the full length mirror in his main bedroom.
Zack looked at himself, turned around and checked out the back view from over his shoulder then faced Burke, shrugged his shoulders and sat down on the bed. There was no way anyone could tell what he was wearing under his baggy pants. His _c_o_c_k_ and balls stuck out at the front, but not too obviously as, unfortunately, he deduced, they weren't big enough. He decided it felt weird, but kinda nice too. Only he and Mr Burke would know what was going on. It would be their special secret.
"OK?" asked Burke, dropping his towel.
"Yes Sir," said Zack, watching intently as Burke dressed.
"It's only a small plug," explained Burke. "Once you're used to it, we can get some larger ones. What we're doing is training that muscle to stretch, you're far too tight. If it really begins to hurt, you tell me, OK?"
"Yes Sir, it just feels uncomfortable."
"You'll get used to it. Come on, let's go."
The restaurant had wooden bench seats. Zack could feel the coldness through the thin layer of his pants. His bottom was still sore from the spanking and canings. Then there was the "small" plug inside him. It felt big enough. He felt self-conscious, like there was a spotlight on him and everyone was watching. He knew they really weren't, but it was that kind of feeling, scary but safe. On the other hand, he was really excited to be out with Mr Burke. He didn't get to go to restaurants that often, and fresh pizza was much better than the half-cold ones his parents bought him when they returned home late from some business dinner.
Burke asked him about his _s_e_x_ life and Zack admitted that he hadn't done much besides jerk off with mates a year or so ago. There were a couple of guys at school he really wanted to do stuff like that with, but he was afraid of asking, in case they called him a faggot. He wasn't interested in girls, he guessed that would happen when he got older. Burke said it was good to keep his options open, but when it came to _s_e_x_, it was no good trying to make himself into something he wasn't. He could trick his mind into anything, but his body told the truth. It was best to learn to accept whatever it was that gave him erections. Zack blushed.
Burke noticed his embarrassed confusion, smiled, and asked how his trainer plug felt. Zack said fine and tried unsuccessfully to change the topic. He guessed that Burke just wanted to see if he was OK, but all this talking about _s_e_x_ and the plug had brought back that initial flush of humiliation and self-consciousness. To top it off, he now had a very hard erection and, thanks to the ring, it was sticking straight out and the young male waiter was approaching their table. Zack prayed that waiter didn't notice the big bulge, then prayed that Burke didn't make him stand up. His prayers were answered. Burke just ordered them a coffee and a coke.
As they walked to the car Zack felt really happy. He knew he'd passed some kind of test. Burke had his arm around his shoulder and Zack felt like he was really special.
Once back home Burke announced it was bedtime. He took Zack to his little room and watched him undress. He then removed Zack's belt and checked the plug.
"Once you're more used to it, you can wear it overnight, but maybe that's enough for now. Assume the position."
Zack bent over the bed, his bottom raised high. Burke gently eased the plug out of the boy. His lips were stretched, the inner lining of his hole clearly visible.
"Now it's time for a reward," said Burke. "Put your head down on the bed, hands behind and pull your cheeks as wide apart as you can and relax your hole... That's great. Now concentrate totally on what you're about to feel. It won't hurt. I promise."
Burke knelt behind the boy and gently blew on his anus.
"Wooow," Zack moaned. "That's sensational."
"Keep your hands back here," said Burke noting the erection that had sprung up out front. "It gets better."
Burke blew again, then licked the lips and the inner lining opened up before him. Zack was in heaven. He wished it would never end. Then Burke began french kissing his hole. Zack had never experienced anything this good before. He thrust backwards, trying to get the tongue further inside him.
"I think I'm going to cum Sir," Zack gasped.
Burke stopped kissing. "Don't touch yourself Zack," he said, standing and opening the cupboard. "What I want to do now is bring you right off the boil. Training. Six strokes with a bigger cane. Can you take them for me?"
"Anything Sir," said Zack.
"Hands on the bed. Concentrate on keeping still and doing your best for me."
"Yes Sir," whispered Zack.
It was a longer, thicker cane. Burke swished it in the air and the sound was deeper, more ominous than the whippy one. He positioned himself and checked the distance. Then Crack.
Zack yelped but stayed in position.
"Thank you Sir,"
Burke watched the line develop across the boy's buttock. Then Crack.
"Thank you Sir," Zack forced himself to say. The pain was almost unbearable and his erection was throbbing.
Then Crack.
Zack fell forward onto the bed. Burke looked at his well-marked butt and decided that he'd had enough punishment for one day. Too much damage and Zack would be out of action for the rest of the week. The sobbing boy was now struggling to get back into position for his next three strokes. There was a small damp patch on the bed cover. He'd cum while being caned. Perfect.
Burke lifted Zack up, carried him into the master bedroom and gently placed him between the sheets. He'd decided that Zack was now ready to lose his anal virginity.
To be continued... (of course)
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