Tutoring Sessions (Ryven & Whitey)
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				Title: <strong>Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 17:41:09</strong>
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				It was nearing the end of a warm school day in August at Brookshire Private Academy.&nbsp; The rooms were bustling with high school students as their teachers wrapped up their lessons.&nbsp; In one particular room, Mr. Elliot Woodworth, the head of the science department, was passing back an exam in one of his biology courses.&nbsp; The students sat silently, some eying the windows as they yearned for the last bell to ring which signaled their freedom while others stared longingly at the clock posted above the large oaken door which was busy counting down the last merciless seconds.<br><br>"Grainger..."&nbsp; The man said, handing a paper to the boy before moving on.<br><br>"Lawson..."&nbsp; He spoke once more, passing the remaining tests out.<br><br>The man was tall, and solidly built though it was hard to tell under his clothing just how toned he was.&nbsp; His hair was cropped short and combed into a nice wavy style with a bit hanging in the front to one side.&nbsp; It was the color of rich caramel, and his eyes a sharp contrast being bright sage green.&nbsp; He wore a white button up dress shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbows.&nbsp; A red and black diagonally striped tie hung down along the middle of his midsection which only helped to accentuate his height.&nbsp; His trousers were a midnight black, held at the waist by a woven leather belt of the same color.<br><br>He paced down an aisle between two rows of desks toward the front of the class room.&nbsp; The school was old, and Elliot had only been here for about five years.&nbsp; However, he'd made it upward through his time here until he became the head of his own department which afforded certain perks.&nbsp; He had his own office only had to teach one or two sections of classes though he never let on to one of the main reasons he began teaching.&nbsp; The man enjoyed to peruse and take in the budding young flesh of high school boys.&nbsp; Juniors and seniors on the cusp of adulthood, hundreds of them, and they all had to take his class at one time or another.<br><br>"Sampson..."&nbsp; He said, moving to the boy's desk.<br><br>Dave was one of the few that seemed to capture the man's attention more than others.&nbsp; He was a senior of short stature and thin build, not scrawny, just thin.&nbsp; Elliot had eyed the boy many times, especially when he left class.&nbsp; The man's green eyes were usually plastered to his rear which looked quite tempting in the school uniform pants.&nbsp; He sometimes wondered if the school board chose the outfit especially for him since it seemed to accentuate the right parts of a young man's body.<br><br>He slipped the boy's test onto his desk before continuing to pass out the others.&nbsp; When Dave would look at it, he would see a grade of 65 out of 100...failing.&nbsp; However, under that, scrolled in red ink was the message, "See me in my office after class, Mr. Sampson."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 12:14:59</strong>
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				Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Went the clock, just above the door that was the only way out of the god-forsaken classroom. Dave watched the hands go round at an agonisingly slow pace, resting his head on his right hand, his elbow firmly on the desk. Every time he came in here, time seemed to slow down to a crawl. His physics teacher was always saying that time was variable - obviously, biology lessons were a good example of this. It was just a shame that he had to pass this subject in order to go to college... He wasn't really a biologist. Learning about which enzymes catalysed which yeast reaction was not his idea of fun. <br><br>That was probably the reason why he wasn't surprised when Mr Woodworth slipped his exam paper onto his desk, the failing grade of 65 circled in red. Dave sighed despondently. He was a grade A student in everything else, but biology. In lessons he just.. switched off. But he needed to pass! He'd have to find a tutor or something, to help him get the grade he needed. Reading through the paper, Dave got to the end of it, and saw the message, "See me in my office after class, Mr. Sampson," written at the bottom. Inwardly, he groaned. That wasn't good. Woodworth probably wanted to have a go at him, for not studying or something. Which, well, he didn't, but that's besides the point. The one thing he didn't want was another lecture about trying harder and paying attention in lessons. He tried, he really did, but every time he was in the classroom, he just dozes off! Sighing, Dave packed up his bag as the bell went, and followed the rest of the class out of the room. <br><br>Giving it a couple of minutes for Mr Woodworth to get up to his office, Dave peeled off from his group of friends and headed up the stairs to the second floor, where the teachers' offices were. He dragged his feet, walking up the stairs. Anything to delay having to see the teacher. Slowly, he made his way along the corridor. It was a long corridor... probably because each office had walls that were like, ridiculously thick. Apparently, they used to be bedrooms, before the place was turned into a school - so, each office was essentially cut off from the outside world, aside from a window in the back wall. Eventually, Dave made it to Mr Woodworth's office, and knocked on the door a couple of times.<br><br>"Sir? You wanted to see me?" He called out, the sound echoing down the otherwise empty corridor. It seemed like every other teacher was either in their office or in a classroom - and of course, all the students were out in the quad. It was just him in the corridor. He shivered slightly - with the air conditioning turned all the way up, and without the hustle and bustle of various bodies, it was chilly. Now, if this meeting didn't take long, he could hurry back out into the quad and chuck a ball about for a few minutes, before he headed home...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 16:11:46</strong>
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				The bell rang just as the man gave the last paper back, and it seemed the students leaped from their seats the split second it had rang.&nbsp; The same thing each day, and he couldn't tell if they left any faster because it was his class or because it was the last bell.&nbsp; The thought made him chuckle.&nbsp; He was notorious for not being an easy teacher, but he didn't want these young men and women to get just an average education but rather a great one.&nbsp; He slipped his jacket from behind the small desk at the head of the room, pulling it on before fleeing the room just as the other students were.&nbsp; His bright vermilion eyes glanced at Dave with a slight smirk.&nbsp; The boy was quite yummy.<br><br>It did not take long to reach the second floor.&nbsp; His office was the last one on the hall with the furthest walk, but he didn't mind.&nbsp; The building was large and solidly built.&nbsp; Each of these rooms used to be a bedroom back when the school used to be a large nunnery.&nbsp; The times passed though and the nuns moved on to a new location while they donated the historical building for education.<br><br>Elliot produced a set of keys from his pocket, finding just the right one he needed and unlocking the door.&nbsp; Once inside, he flipped on the fluorescent overhead lights which came to life with an ambient buzz.&nbsp; He slipped off his jacket again to lay it on the back of his chair before sitting in it and relaxing for a moment.&nbsp; The tall man brought his hands behind his head to thread fingers together and just sit for the moment.&nbsp; He only really had the meeting with Dave to worry about since he was quite an efficient man.&nbsp; He got most of his work done early anyway.<br><br>Just then, he heard the light voice of his pupil at the door which brought a smile to his face.&nbsp; "Yes, Dave.&nbsp; Come in."&nbsp; He said from inside the room loud enough for the boy to hear.&nbsp; Elliot waited for the boy to join him before the man stood up and gestured to a chair across from his desk.&nbsp; "Please, sit down, Dave."&nbsp; He said, his eyes running along the boy's body now that there was no desk to obscure his vision.&nbsp; He was quite a handsome specimen, trim and toned with a hint of muscle beginning.&nbsp; He had visions of bending the boy over his desk, but they were fleeting.<br><br>Elliot sat again, resting both elbows on his desk and curling his fingers together in front of him.&nbsp; "So, you should know why you're here.&nbsp; I wanted to talk to you about your performance in my class..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 10:36:53</strong>
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				Standing outside the teacher's office, Dave heard his voice calling from inside, telling him to come in. Pushing open the door, the huge wooden thing swinging open without so much as a squeak, Dave walked into the room, now slightly nervous as to what Woodworth would say to him. As he entered, he stole a quick glance around the office, taking in the various certificates and posters and other personal items on the walls. It was the first time he'd actually properly been in the office, rather than just standing outside for a couple of seconds to hand Woodworth some work. It looked like the man actually had a good taste in decoration, even though this was just a small-ish office. <br><br>Dave blinked, when Woodworth addressed him, and told him to sit down. Crossing the room, he pulled the chair out slightly, then sat down on it, perching his left ankle on his right knee and leaning back slightly. There wasn't much the man could do to him - put him in detention, sure, but Dave didn't mind that. Besides, being put into detention might give him more time to actually learn the stuff for biology. "Alright, Mr Woodworth, I know I didn't do well in the test, but... Its not my fault I find biology boring, is it?" He grinned slightly, then realised what he was saying and quickly shut up. "What exactly did you want to talk about? How I could improve in it? God knows I need to do that... You know I need to pass biology, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 15:04:42</strong>
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				A brown eyebrow raised at the boy's words.&nbsp; He hadn't even laid out what he thought the problem was nor how to overcome it, but the boy seemed a little defiant already.&nbsp; The quite cocky grin on the boy's face only seemed to make the man's authoritarian side tingle.&nbsp; He'd love to take the boy over his knee right now and make him see that respect was first and foremost when it came to his profession.&nbsp; Elliot did notice the grin fade after a moment and the small defiant streak die, most likely because the boy finally realized who he was dealing with.&nbsp; The man had only stared back at him with a stern look as he spoke, giving it a few more moments after the boy was done speaking to make him feel rather uncomfortable.<br><br>"First things first, Mr. Sampson.&nbsp; I'll thank you to respect not only my subject and class but every other subject you must learn while you're here in this lovely establishment that has been quite generously paid for by your parents."&nbsp; He said, eyes focused dead center on the boy as he gazed over his threaded fingers.<br><br>"As for your performance, yes, it is quite lacking which is why I wanted to speak to you about ways of improving."&nbsp; That was when the man had the wonderful idea.&nbsp; He hadn't tutored anyone in a few years, and he remembered fondly the boy last time.&nbsp; He'd had quite fun with him.<br><br>"If you really want to do better then I will give you this offer.&nbsp; I happen to be open for a tutoring session a few times a week this semester.&nbsp; If you would like, I will offer you those sessions, and we can go over the material more thoroughly."&nbsp; The man said staring back at the boy as he kept his body and stature unmoving.&nbsp; He was a rock staring down at the younger man.<br><br>"I will tell you that if you don't accept my offer, I can guarantee that at your current level of work, you will fail my class, and since I'm the one teaching the material, it would be a fool's gesture to not take me up on my offer."&nbsp; His sage eyes remained static as he unthreaded his hands to lay them on the desk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 15:52:30</strong>
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				A silence descended in the small room for a few awkward moments. Dave shifted uncomfortably in his seat, as Woodworth merely stared at him. It felt like he was looking through him, or something. Definitely weird. Dave was just about to open his mouth to break the silence, and give him an excuse to focus on something other than the older man, when Woodworth did it for him. Listening to his speak, Dave looked down at his shoes, not making eye contact. After the first little speech, about respecting the various subjects and classes he took here, Dave was going to say something along the lines of, 'but, I'm only like that in biology!', but he managed to catch himself in time. Saying that really wouldn't make things better at this moment. Instead, he kept looking at his shoes, picking at the slightly loose sole, and mumbled a barely audible apology. <br><br>Then, when Woodworth suggested that he arrange to have some tutoring lessons with him, Dave looked up in surprise. That, he wasn't expecting. Get a tutor, maybe, get out of the class possibly, but not to have the man tutor him himself. Again, Woodworth just stared at him, unmoving. It was like a hunter watching his prey, or something like that. Dave shifted in his seat and looked away again. Alright. He had to make a decision, now. Be tutored by Woodworth and pass the exam, or evade contact with him as much as possible and fail. <br><br>"Alright. I'll accept your offer, sir. When do you want to start the sessions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 23:25:25</strong>
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				He couldn't help but crack a small smile to his lips at seeing the discomfort his gaze gave the boy.&nbsp; Dave was a boy that he could get used to, and perhaps have a little fun with.&nbsp; He wasn't certain just yet, but Elliot picked up on what he felt was perhaps a bit of a submissive streak in the young man.&nbsp; His eyes remained fixed on him, taking in every nuance of his form and movement.&nbsp; His eyes remained downcast to stare at the fidgeting shoes.&nbsp; Oh yes, he was quite the submissive type.<br><br>Elliot pondered for a moment the possibility of coercing the boy, and the idea grew on him.&nbsp; A plan began to formulate in his mind.&nbsp; It would take careful action, but in the end, it would be so rewarding.<br><br>The boy's soft voice brought his attention back as Dave spoke his acceptance to the offer.<br><br>"Excellent.&nbsp; Erm...how about tomorrow?"&nbsp; The man said, deep voice flowing out without a hint of hesitation or faltering.<br><br>"I should tell you now that these sessions will have to be held at my personal residence.&nbsp; I leave after classes to do the remainder of my work at home.&nbsp; I find it more peaceful there for it, so if you would like to show up, perhaps, at 3:30 tomorrow after school, we could start then."&nbsp; He said, his face beaming revealing nothing about his true intentions.<br><br>His tall form stood up to move around the desk, one black clad hip leaning against the desk as he offered the boy his hand to seal the deal.&nbsp; Elliot made sure to push his arm forward in a forceful manner so the boy couldn't refuse him.<br><br>"Oh...and don't be late.&nbsp; I've been known to punish my pupils for wasting my time."&nbsp; He said, his voice lowering a bit and taking on a hoarser tone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>26-08-2009, 09:34:46</strong>
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				Tomorrow? That didn't give him much time to get ready for the lessons. He was expecting something like next week, at the earliest even! Dave sighed, and nodded. Oh well - he had to do this, so, he might as well get it over with now. It would mean he'd have more time around exam period to revise for other subjects. If, that is, the tutoring sessions don't take a couple of months. Dave hoped they wouldn't - that would really suck, having to see Woodworth outside of school at least once a week between now and the end of the exam period. <br><br>Looking up at the man, who was now standing up, his hip leaning against the desk, Dave shook the hand that he pushed towards him. The man had a strong grip. It felt like someone had put a clamp around his hand. When Woodworth finally let go, Dave took back his hand quickly and put it under his other arm, crossing them in front of his chest so it didn't look as if he was nursing it slightly. He nodded again, and said "Right. Your house, 3.30 tomorrow, don't be late.", just to show that he understood the instructions. "If that's all, sir, I won't waste any more of your time." Getting up out of the chair he was sitting in, Dave walked quickly to the door, and scarpered down the corridor, not wanting to spend another moment in that office, not waiting to see if the teacher wanted anything else. <br><br>The next day at school passed uneventfully. He didn't have any lessons with Woodworth, nor did he meet him in the corridors anywhere. It was just a normal day. But, all too quickly the bell rang, and it was time to leave and go home. Normally Dave would be looking forward to this but today, he had that tutoring session with Woodworth, and he wasn't looking forward to it. When he got home, he went upstairs and had a shower, changing out of his school uniform and into something a bit more comfortable, jeans and a t-shirt, before grabbing a snack from the kitchen. Grabbing his school bag again - it had all his paper and stuff in it - he dashed out the front door, heading for Woodworth's house.<br><br>He arrived a few minutes late, slightly out of breath. Knocking on the door, he stepped back off the porch, and looked at his watch. 3.35. Well, that wasn't really late, and they weren't in school so Dave thought the teacher - tutor now, really - wouldn't mind that much. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>26-08-2009, 23:36:36</strong>
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				He did squeeze quite firmly on the boy's hand which was his intention.&nbsp; Dave didn't seem to squeeze that much back, and Elliot was the kind to believe that one could tell much about a person by their handshake.&nbsp; The boy's was soft and not imposing at all.&nbsp; His grip was less than weak, and he retreated from it like pulling his hand away from a hissing snake.&nbsp; The man stored all this in the back of his mind as he simply smiled down at the boy who seemed to be in such a rush.&nbsp; The sound of his footsteps retreating down the hall was the last thing he heard of the boy, but he would be seeing him soon enough and on his terms.<br><br>The next day passed much as the previous with another lesson or two before office work and then a short ride home.&nbsp; His house was not overly large, but it did hold a sort of organic aesthetic that a restored mid-century home could give.&nbsp; The inside was furnished with various pieces of furniture, most of which could be considered antique though much of it was in mint or better condition.&nbsp; The smell of nothing particular filled the space though some could describe it as fresh and clean.<br><br>Elliot sat at his computer in a back room.&nbsp; He wore a pair of khaki shorts, white-wifebeater style shirt on his upper body with his unbuttoned white dress shirt over that.&nbsp; It was a very casual look for him, but it was what he found himself most comfortable while working at home.&nbsp; He clicked keys here and there on his laptop computer while he waited for his pupil to arrive, one eyes firmly focused on the clock at the corner of his screen.<br><br>As the clock hit 3:30 with no sign of Dave, he sighed, pushing his rolling desk chair away from the large oaken piece before standing up to plod over the large and cushy antique rug that sat covering most of the wooden floor beneath.&nbsp; A wall was covered in a row of shelves, most of which contained various books on biological topics.&nbsp; Other walls bore pictures of himself and friends in various places in the world while the wall behind him held his degrees.<br><br>He walked toward the front of the house, moving into the large kitchen to grasp the handle on the stainless steel refrigerator.&nbsp; He pulled out a pitcher of cold water, setting it on the metal top of the center island sitting atop the cool tiled floor which felt rather good on his bare feet.&nbsp; The man pulled a glass from a cabinet nearby before pour the cold liquid inside and depositing the pitcher back into the refrigerator.<br><br>Just as he brought the glass to his lips, a knock was heard at the door.&nbsp; His bright evergreen eyes immediately rested on the wall clock in the kitchen noting that it was 3:35.&nbsp; A small smirk crept to his lips as he set the glass down and returned to the living room where the front door was located.&nbsp; He pulled it open to find a casually dressed and rather fatigued Dave, bag strewn over his back as he struggled to catch his breath.<br><br>"Hello, Dave.&nbsp; Welcome to my home.&nbsp; Come in, please."&nbsp; He said in the same tone he gave the boy the other day.<br><br>He was shown into a large open living room with a rather big 52" plasma television on one wall, an antique sofa opposite that with two dark finished wooden end tables and antique glass lamps atop their surfaces.<br><br>He let the boy look around for a moment before speaking again, a bit of annoyance in his voice now.<br><br>"I distinctly remember telling you not to be late, young man.&nbsp; I see it was 3:35 when you arrived which is not 3:30."&nbsp; He said, staring down at him with an intense gaze. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 18:40:11</strong>
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				Dave was busy studying the design of the man's feet-mat, when the door opened. He looked up quickly, into the eyes of Mr Woodworth - dressed in something rather casual. Quite unlike what Dave would have pictured him wearing, outside of school. Mind you, he pictured all teachers wearing exactly the same as what they wore in class. Obviously they wouldn't keep suits and other smart clothing on at home, but it was still a surprise to see Woodworth wearing shorts and a t-shirt, with an open shirt on top of that. He actually looked pretty cool. For a teacher, anyway.<br><br>Stepping into the house, Dave had a look around as he followed Woodworth through to the lounge. Woah. That was a big TV. Dave's was only 37"... that must be at least 50". Maybe more, even. "Nice plasma, sir." He said, as he sat down on the sofa opposite it. Picking up on Woodworth's tone, he listened to him speaking. "Um, sorry, Mr Woodworth. I did run here, but my house is some way away and I don't get home till about 3 anyway, so I didn't have much time..."<br><br>Wow. The man was as much a ball-breaker outside of school as in. <br><br>Getting out some books from his bag, Dave placed them on one of the tables, and leaned forward, sitting on the edge of the sofa. "So, where are we gonna start? And, could I have a drink of water please? I think I'm a bit dehydrated from the run... Might affect my concentration and all." He says the last sentence with a hint of a grin on his face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 22:51:07</strong>
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				His expression remained very stony as he observed the boy's blatant disrespect once again.&nbsp; Elliot stepped over to the side of the sofa where he stared down at the boy who took it upon himself to sit right down and begin expecting things from him.&nbsp; His toned arms crossed over his chest as his stare intensified at the boy.<br><br>"I don't take excuses, Dave.&nbsp; I'm disappointed.&nbsp; I expected you here at 3:30, and I do not tolerate tardiness without prior notice.&nbsp; For this infraction, I will have to enforce a punishment.&nbsp; Please stand up."<br><br>The man explained in a very calm voice to the boy just as if it were expected of him the moment he walked in the door.&nbsp; Elliot was not one for making idle threats.&nbsp; He said he would punish the boy if he were late, and he meant to keep to his word.<br><br>Once the boy was standing, Elliot took a few steps across the room to a closet which he opened, though before he reached inside, he instructed the boy further.<br><br>"Please, place both hands on the arm of the sofa, bend over, and present your bottom for me."&nbsp; He said calmly, turning to the open door before him to pick an item out before shutting the closet again.<br><br>Elliot walked over with the item he now held in one hand.&nbsp; It was long, about a meter.&nbsp; It was a large wooden ruler with a light lacquer finish over its surface making it shine in the sunlight given by the solar tubes in the ceiling.&nbsp; It looked old and weathered, likely from prior use, and it didn't seem like it was mostly used for measuring.<br><br>"You were five minutes late, Dave, so I think it fair you take one smack from my ruler for each minute past 3:30.&nbsp; This is non-negotiable.&nbsp; The only option you have is to leave now though I wouldn't advise it given that this tutoring offer is a one-shot deal.&nbsp; You put up with my rules or you will be on your own as far as your grades go..."<br><br>Elliot said calmly, hiding any thrill he got from the situation, and he was quite thrilled with it.&nbsp; He was laying a groundwork for later sessions with the boy, so his decision this time would be quite important.<br><br>"Well...do you have an answer for me?"&nbsp; He said, smacking his opposite palm lightly with the ruler. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 19:38:00</strong>
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				Dave stood up when Woodworth told him to, wondering what the man was thinking. Why was he going to punish him? Dave knew he was late, but it wasn't that late, and he wasn't in school any more. There was probably some sort of law against it... And, what on earth was he going to do, anyway? Again, they weren't in school now, so the teacher couldn't give Dave a detention or something like that.<br><br>His mouth fell open slightly when Woodworth got out a ruler, told him to bend over, and that he was going to be smacked. Corporeal punishment? Now that was against the law... wasn't it? Dave shook his head. "Sir... you're kidding, right?" All it took was one look at the man's face to realise he wasn't kidding. Now what, was the question. Leave the house and fail biology - not to mention have Woodworth hate him, probably, for the rest of the year - or man up and have a couple of smacks then get on with it.<br><br>"Alright, alright... I'll do it," Dave said. He turned around, and placed his hands on the arm of the sofa, bending over a little way so that his rear end stuck into the air slightly. Bracing himself for it, he waited for the ruler to land on his ass.<br><br>(( Apologies for kinda sucky post, I need to get back into the swing of stuff... ))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>01-09-2009, 23:44:52</strong>
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				The boy's reaction was priceless and no less than he expected, but he held all the cards in the situation.&nbsp; The boy would be a fool to try and cross him.&nbsp; Any word of slander against him would be met with swift rebuttal and vengeance.&nbsp; Elliot could make Dave's entire school life a living hell if he wanted to, so it was well that he chose to stay and take his whacks on that perfectly formed rear.&nbsp; His jeans hugged up against his bottom half quite nicely, especially when the boy pushed out his butt as he leaned against the sofa.<br><br>"Good boy, Dave.&nbsp; You made a wise decision.&nbsp; I'm only trying to help you, you know..."&nbsp; The man said as he moved back over toward Dave, standing off to the side with enough swinging room for the yard stick.<br><br>"You'll be taught a valuable lesson about being respectful and prompt..."&nbsp; He continued as he pressed the ruler against the denim clad mounds softly.&nbsp; The boy looked so lovely standing there, body rigid as he prepared for the smacks.<br><br>Elliot waited for a moment, saying nothing and keeping the ruler in place.&nbsp; He waited until the boy softened a bit.&nbsp; When he saw Dave relax slightly, he pulled the long piece of wood back and brought it swinging forward, the air whistling softly as it cut through.&nbsp; It made impact, hard and forceful, as a resounding 'thwack' echoed through the room.&nbsp; It was not the best sound that the stick had made for Elliot, but it would suffice.&nbsp; It's force was properly felt against bare flesh, but he did not want to push his little plan too far ahead of schedule.&nbsp; He would be patient and be rewarded for it.<br><br>'Thwack!'&nbsp; Another swing came as the man remained silent.&nbsp; He observed the boy's actions and responses to the punishment, noting each response to get a feel for how the boy acted.<br><br>'Thwack!'&nbsp; Halfway through the punishment, and Elliot was just warming up, a smile creeping to his face.<br><br>'Thwack!'&nbsp; Another...'Thwack!'&nbsp; The final swing came down hard.&nbsp; Harder than the rest as he brought the stick down to rest against the floor while being held vertical with one hand.<br><br>"Very good, Dave.&nbsp; Take your books to the table over there and turn to page 341 of your main text, please."&nbsp; Elliot said so nonchalantly as if the punishment never happened.&nbsp; He walked to return the painful implement to its resting spot before moving back toward the same table, waiting for Dave to follow his instructions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>02-09-2009, 18:01:34</strong>
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				Feeling the ruler press against his rear end, Dave tensed up even more, bracing himself for the impact. But it didn't come. Sure, the instrument pushed into his cheeks, but it didn't actually hit him. Eventually, Dave had to relax slightly, his muscles getting tired. It was then that Woodworth decided to pull back the ruler and smack him. The wooden stick hit him with a sharp thwack sound, sending a jolt of pain through his body, even through the trousers he was wearing. He let out a yelp, then bit his lip, cutting off the sound. There was no way he was going to give the man the pleasure of hearing him in pain. <br><br>Again, the ruler hit him, and although he made a sort of muffled sound, he never yelped like he did the first time. 3 more times, and by the end of it, Dave's ass hurt. A lot. Slowly, he stood up straight as Woodworth lowered the ruler, and nodded in understanding of the instruction. He sat down on the couch again - carefully, as his cheeks were sore - and opened his textbook to the right page, just as Woodworth said. Quickly scanning over the page, to find what it was covering, he waited for Woodworth to speak, to tutor him like he was supposed to do.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>03-09-2009, 04:08:37</strong>
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				He gave a soft smirk which nearly crept into a sneer though the man kept his expression ambiguous between the two.&nbsp; Dave had done as he asked, opening his book and skimming over the words and diagrams.&nbsp; Elliot stepped closer, slipping in next to the boy though not on the couch next to him, but up on the arm of the large piece of furniture.&nbsp; It was a rather deep couch when sat upon, so with the two of them sitting side by side now, the man's groin and thighs were right at Dave's eye level.<br><br>"Very good."&nbsp; The older man said before leaning over slightly and pressing his finger to the page to outline a few things they would be covering.&nbsp; He spoke of various processes and terms of protozoa and amoeba that they were currently covering.&nbsp; Elliot's opposite hand crossed his lap and rested in the valley between the man's knees for the moment while he explained.&nbsp; The book sat upon the boy's lap, and he pressed firmly on the book with his finger, slowly dragging it along the glossy page toward the boy's crotch.&nbsp; He eventually had pushed the book quite snugly up against it as he went through a few more pages.<br><br>"Do you understand so far. Dave?"&nbsp; He stopped and asked his pupil.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>03-09-2009, 11:49:10</strong>
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				Dave kept his eyes on the textbook, on his lap, very deliberately. Woodworth's groin was right in front of his face if he looked up and to the left a little - and that was something he really did not want to see. He listened to the teacher talking about the various enzymes and bacteria and whatever else was on the page, following where the older man's finger went across the page and reading the text and diagrams whenever the finger stopped. The earlier spanking had taken all of the fight out of his attitude, and now he was paying attention where previously he may not have been.<br><br>It wasn't until the edge of the book pressed into his crotch, pushing against his member gently even through his trousers, that Dave realised that Woodworth had been moving it backwards slowly with his finger. At his sudden question, Dave looked up, at his face, his eyes darting past the man's crotch. He nodded once.<br><br>"Yes, sir, I understand.." Looking down again, Dave had a fleeting thought. This did seem too un-tutor-like; the spanking, the close-proximity groin, the book in his own crotch... He started to close the book, and put it away. "Sir, I think I should probably go now," he said, as he started to get up off the couch.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 18:00:02</strong>
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				The discomfort was apparent in the boy's eyes and body, and it was all too amusing to the older man.&nbsp; His hand pulled back to rest on his lap with his other when Dave closed the book though his face showed a bit of disappointment.&nbsp; It was time to assert his authority again which he so loved to do especially to a handsome young man like Dave.&nbsp; Elliot planted his legs on the floor before standing up and turning to stare the young man down, intense green eyes meeting the boy's own.<br><br>"If you would like to go, I cannot stop you, but our tutoring session is not over.&nbsp; We still have another half hour left, and I have another couple of pages to go over with you.&nbsp; I have noticed that you seem a bit uncomfortable on the sofa here, so perhaps you would pay more attention if you were seated at the dining room table..."&nbsp; He gestured to the large table in the next room.&nbsp; It was intricately built out of solid wood with a dark finish which shined in the sunlight that flowed in through the window.<br><br>As if expecting the boy to accept his proposal, the man turned and walked toward the table, hands slipping into his pockets.&nbsp; His thumb flicked across the head of his cock trapped within his briefs to make it stir slightly and lengthen to half hardness.&nbsp; His game wasn't over yet, and Dave would be forced to continue playing it.<br><br>"...my prior warning also applies for leaving early.&nbsp; You must complete the full tutoring session in order for me to continue offering them.&nbsp; I don't offer help to students who don't seem receptive to it."&nbsp; He said as he turned around once inside the dining room.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 12:45:22</strong>
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				Dave looked up at the older man as he stood up. Well... it looked as if he didn't have any choice, didn't it? Sighing, Dave picked up his books, and followed Woodworth into the dining room, placing the books down on the table and pulling out a chair, sitting down in it. "Alright, Mr Woodworth. What topic next?" He asked, flicking through the textbook randomly. So long as the man didn't decide to get out that ruler again, Dave would be happy to stay - for that half an hour, anyway. He'd be gone as soon as it was over.<br><br>(( Sorry for rubbish post, I'm a bit busy currently, packing for Glasto... I'll reply to your reply when I get back from it ^^ ))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 19:45:38</strong>
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				"You've made the right choice, Dave."&nbsp; The older man said as the boy pulled out a chair to sit down.&nbsp; As soon as Dave was seated nicely at the table with the book in front of him, Elliot moved over next to the chair.&nbsp; He leaned his upper body over, turning the pages slowly while his other hand moved to rest on the back of the chair.&nbsp; The man's fingers were a few inches shy of touching Dave's shoulder, but with his torso bent over slightly, his face and groin both were at or just above eye level with the boy.<br><br>"I think we'll continue from here..."&nbsp; The man said, pointing at a particular spot on the page.&nbsp; He began explaining again, continuing the lesson.&nbsp; However, about fifteen minutes in, the man's hand had begun to creep down until it made contact with Dave's shoulder.&nbsp; His hand moved fully onto it where it just laid there unmoving, and when Dave turned to look, Elliot corrected him immediately.<br><br>"Dave, please pay attention.&nbsp; I would hate to punish you again for disrespectful behavior."&nbsp; Elliot said in his professor-like tone without a hint of bluff in his voice.&nbsp; <br><br>He continued, once more, his arm now draping over and behind Dave's shoulders with the one hand resting on the far side away from the older man.&nbsp; When the lesson was completed, he pulled his hand back, making sure to brush his fingers just slightly against the boy's earlobe.&nbsp; His hands were then free of the boy as he knew Dave would flee very quickly.<br><br>"Our time is done for today, Dave, but make sure to be here at 3 tomorrow.&nbsp; Don't be late again..."&nbsp; He warned, placing his hands back into his pockets where his thumb once more brushed against his cock which was now fully hard.&nbsp; It bulged in his shorts quite noticeably which was just what he wanted, and he knew Dave would see it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>16-09-2009, 20:42:35</strong>
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				Focused on the textbook, Dave didn't see Woodworth move his hand to touch him on the shoulder. The contact made him jump slightly, and he turned his head to look at the man's hand. But, he was quickly told off for not paying attention to the book - which he thought was kinda unfair, but, whatever. Returning his attention to the book, he tried to ignore the older man's arm draping across his shoulder, almost hugging him. When Woodworth brushed his fingers against Dave's ear, the boy shivered slightly, and shifted in his chair. <br><br>At Woodworth's words, that they were done for the day, Dave nodded, and packed up the textbooks. It was then that he noticed the bulge in the teacher's shorts. Oh God - he had an erection! It was pretty big, as well... Dave gulped, and blushed, his cheeks turning pink, and quickly stood. "Er, right, I'll see you tomorrow!" Grabbing his bag, he ran out of the house, then back to his own home, to get away from the man.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>17-09-2009, 18:42:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The next day in class went by as usual.&nbsp; Elliot began a new section of material in the book, and all throughout the class, he would give Dave glances.&nbsp; When the boy noticed, he would blush and generally become uncomfortable.&nbsp; None of the rest of the students were any wiser to it though which is how the older man wanted it.<br><br>The bell rang, signaling the end of class yet again, and before Dave could leave the room, Elliot intercepted him by the door.&nbsp; "I trust that I will see you this afternoon, Mr. Sampson."&nbsp; The man said in his usual authoritative demeanor.&nbsp; His hand came to rest on one of the boy's shoulders, giving it a firm squeeze and a slight caress which to others would only look like a friendly gesture, but to Dave, it would feel like the touch from the day prior.&nbsp; The touch lasted but a mere moment before the man pulled his hand back and moved to gather his briefcase and jacket before heading up to his office.&nbsp; He hoped Dave would be late today again.&nbsp; The image of the boy's quite delectable rear sticking out like it was the other day had been running through his mind on and off all day.&nbsp; He might even be able to justify having him drop his jeans a bit...to make the punishment more pronounced.&nbsp; A second offense was always cause for worse punishment, after all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>19-09-2009, 22:55:20</strong>
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				The next day at school was... awkward. In the Biology lesson, Mr Woodworth kept giving him looks. It was weird, he'd never done that before, almost totally ignored him in the class actually. Probably to do with what happened yesterday... Every time Woodworth looked at him, Dave blushed slightly, his cheeks turning pink, and shifted in his seat, focusing his attention anywhere but the older man. Eventually, the end of the class came, and Dave tried to leave quickly, but unfortunately not before Woodworth got to him. With a reminder of their session later that day, and a squeeze and caress of his shoulder, Woodworth let him leave - which he did, quickly, dashing home to get changed.<br><br>He was at Woodworth's front door at 3.27pm - early this time, he'd rushed having a shower and changing and getting ready. Being late was not something he wanted to repeat again. Knocking on the door, he stepped off the front porch and waited for the teacher to open it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 19:52:46</strong>
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				The knock to the door brought a smile to the man's lips as his bright green eyes gazed at the clock.&nbsp; "Three minutes early.&nbsp; You've learned, Dave."&nbsp; Elliot couldn't deny a bit of disappointment though.&nbsp; He'd hoped another tardy entrance by the boy.&nbsp; He would have loves to use the ruler on him again though he would have gotten him to drop his pants this time.&nbsp; The man still might be able to pull it off, however.&nbsp; It depends on how well Dave behaves during this session.<br><br>His toned form slipped from behind his large desk.&nbsp; He wore nothing but a pair of khaki shorts and a tight wifebeater type shirt today which clung to his form.&nbsp; Upon reaching the front door, he pulled it open to find Dave.&nbsp; His jeans clung deliciously to his rear which the man took no shame in ogling from the doorway.&nbsp; "Come in, Dave.&nbsp; I'm glad to see you're on time today."&nbsp; He stepped aside, gesturing inside with one hand.&nbsp; "The couch or the table...whichever you prefer..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 16:23:15</strong>
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				When Woodworth opened the door, Dave couldn't help but stare at him for a couple of seconds, the tight top he was wearing showing the outline of muscles that Dave didn't even imagine the man had. Then, he shook his head, clearing it of those thoughts, and stepped inside. "Well, yeah, I kinda rushed getting ready so I'd be on time. Sorry in advance if I forgot anything.." Making his way through the teacher's house to the dining room table, Dave pulled out a chair and sat in it, then started to get out all of his stuff. Textbook, pad of paper, pen... wait - no pen. Ah, he must have forgotten it. Oh well. "Uh, can I borrow a pen?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 00:58:38</strong>
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				Elliot noticed the stare, and a small grin crept to his lips.&nbsp; It must have been a sharp contrast from the way the boy usually saw him in class with the dress shirt and trousers.&nbsp; It was how he intended to look, and it would throw the boy off guard which is what he wanted.&nbsp; He was proud of his body even though he didn't get a chance to show it off often.<br><br>"I'm glad.&nbsp; I wouldn't want to have to resort to punishment again."&nbsp; He said, closing the door behind the boy.&nbsp; The man followed behind the boy toward the dining room table, his hands in his pockets with one thumb rubbing over his cock again just slightly.&nbsp; He was sure the boy would notice.&nbsp; That was the point after all.<br><br>He watched while Dave set up his supplies, eying him with a patient look, but when the boy inquired about a pen, the man lifted a mahogany eyebrow.&nbsp; "You have forgotten a writing utensil?"&nbsp; The man inquired back, but before the boy could answer, he turned toward a small side drawer, opening and pulling out a pen.&nbsp; He set it on the far side of the table before sternly looking at Dave.<br><br>"My pupils always come prepared, and I reserve the same punishment when they do not come ready to learn.&nbsp; Please step into the living room, Dave."&nbsp; Elliot turned to walk back into the spacious room, heading toward the closet where the long ruler was kept.&nbsp; Fortune was smiling on the man because a perfect opportunity presented itself, and now he could get the boy down to his underwear while he gave him a few whacks with the heavy stick.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 13:35:39</strong>
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				Reaching for the pen, Dave's hand halted in midair when Woodworth said he was going to punish him. Well this just wasn't fair! All he did was forget a pen! Which, he did because he was rushing to get here on time... Sighing, Dave stood up and moved into the living room, looking at the long ruler the teacher got out with some nervousness. Guessing what the man wanted him to do, Dave put his hands on the couch armrest, and bent slightly, his ass sticking out a bit. <em>Maybe it wasn't so bad,</em> Dave thought to himself, <em>its not like he's making me take off my pants to do it or anything...</em><br><br>(( Sorry its taken me so long to reply, Ry... and sorry its so short as well :-\ ))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 16:33:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He heard the shuffling of the boy walking into the room behind him as he pulled the wooden implement from the closet.&nbsp; He held it vertically in one hand before turning around to find Dave in the same position as the day prior, that plump rear presented quite nicely.&nbsp; It sent a stir through his loins, and he stared for a moment longer before walking closer.<br><br>"Very good, Dave, but I'll need you to unbutton your jeans and slip them down to your thighs.&nbsp; I don't want to hear any arguing or I will give you more swats."&nbsp; He said quite firmly while he stood near the boy, both hands planted on the end of the yardstick as it rested before the man like a cane.<br><br>His green eyes remained firmly planted on the young man while he slowly obeyed with no small amount of grumbling.&nbsp; Elliot chose to ignore it for the time being, but if Dave turned to full on opposition, he would have to resort to more dire measures.&nbsp; The boy didn't truly know what punishment was yet.&nbsp; The older man had, in the past, put some young men over his knee with no jeans or underwear, giving each several hard swats with his hand, and Elliot was not a man to pull his punches or spanks in this instance.&nbsp; Each young man he spanked always left with their cheeks a little rosier...both sets of them...though each for different reasons.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>02-10-2009, 15:33:55</strong>
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				Dave couldn't believe what Woodworth had just asked him to do. Take his jeans down to his thighs? He had to be kidding. Dave stared at him for a couple of seconds. No, he wasn't kidding, he was serious. The man was obviously a pervert.... For a second, he wondered what his parents would say if they saw this happening, or heard about it. They'd go apeshit, at him as much as at Woodworth. Pretty religious people, his parents, they weren't very accepting of gays or perverts... Still, he did have to pass his test, and it wasn't as if any harm was being done. Besides, there were plenty of teachers less attractive than Woodworth, who could be doing this to him. Wait - did he just think of the man as being attractive? Blushing a lot, Dave shook his head, clearing his mind, before slowly unbuttoning his jeans and slipping them down a bit, to about mid-thigh, so that his boxers were all that stood between the teacher's ruler and his ass. Presenting his rear again, careful not to let his jeans fall any further, Dave braced himself for the impacts.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>03-10-2009, 16:55:59</strong>
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				His smile broadened as he could see the thoughts running through the boy's head.&nbsp; Not literally, but the pause and the slightly surprised expression told him enough.&nbsp; He must have been thinking he was kidding...maybe how his parents would feel if they knew what he was doing.&nbsp; It was no matter to him though.&nbsp; They would never find out...not if Dave wanted to pass his class.&nbsp; Elliot noticed a small glint in the boy's eye, however.&nbsp; He wondered what that had been, but the boy seemed to shake his head and begin to obey the man.<br><br>"Good boy, Dave..."&nbsp; He said as the boy's plain boxers came into view along with a bit of skin above and below them.<br><br>He brought the ruler up horizontal, moving it to gently caress against the less defended rear of the boy.&nbsp; It made contact softly, and Elliot rubbed it in a small circle once over the rather delicious looking rear.&nbsp; For a moment, he imagined peeling those pesky boxers off of the boy and witnessing his flesh in all its glory before he buried his cock deep into that virginal hole of his.&nbsp; The man smiled at the thought before suddenly pulling the ruler back.&nbsp; Elliot brought it forward hard, making it smack into the rear with 'Thwack!' though the sound was louder this time as there was only a thin layer of cotton to protect the boy instead of the heavier layer of denim.&nbsp; The older man knew it would hurt more as well.<br><br>'Thwack!'&nbsp; Came a second, and a third 'Thwack!' came soon after.&nbsp; He observed the boy's reactions as well.&nbsp; By the third, he was giving muffled grunts, so the older man knew the smacks were stinging.&nbsp; If he thought this was bad, he was in for a surprise when Elliot would bring him over his knee with his bare rear exposed.&nbsp; He'd give him some smacks with his own hand, and he wouldn't stop until the pale flesh of his rear was red and burning.<br><br>'Thwack! Thwack!'&nbsp; The last two came one after the other, and Dave seemed to nearly lose his control as his final grunt almost slipped out.&nbsp; It made Elliot grin, but now, there was studying to be done.<br><br>"Very good, Dave.&nbsp; You may pull your pants back up now and go sit at the table."&nbsp; Elliot said, turning to put the ruler away once more.&nbsp; After he had done so, he moved to join Dave at the table to begin their session.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 16:38:35</strong>
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				The boy flinched as he felt the wooden ruler touch his rear. It was a bit premature, though, the flinch, as the ruler did nothing more than caress him lightly. The gentle touch made Dave shiver slightly - but whether it was in fear, or cold, or something else, he couldn't say for sure. And then suddenly the sound of the ruler smacking his rear filled his ears, followed quickly by a searing pain. Dave bit his lip and screwed his eyes up tightly - it hurt more, a lot more, now that he didn't have his jeans on. Another 'Thwack!', followed by a third. A grunt of pain was forced out from between his lips as his cheeks burned - both his face from blushing, and his rear from the ruler. By the final 'Thwack!', Dave was almost in tears - almost, but not quite. Another grunt left his mouth, and then finally it was finished.<br><br>Quickly, Dave pulled up his jeans - the material pressed tightly against his sore butt, and made him wince - then went back into the dining room to sit at the table. He could barely concentrate on the lesson, with his rear in agony and him being forced to sit down on one of the solid wooden chairs around the table. Throughout the lesson he made mistakes, ones that in any other circumstances he would berate himself for. But right about now, he just wanted this to be done with, so that he could go home and put some soothing cream on his red cheeks.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 19:51:54</strong>
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				From the hasty sounds coming from behind him, he could tell that the boy had quickly pulled his jeans up and scampered to the chair.&nbsp; His rear would most likely be a light pink now from the whacks he'd taken, but the boy got off light.&nbsp; Elliot would love to spend an afternoon giving the boy swats to his rear and toying with his delicate entrance.&nbsp; He could picture the boy squirming the first time his finger brushed gently over the pinkish flesh, slight whimpering sounds coming from him.&nbsp; It almost made the man cream his pants, but that would wait until later.<br><br>He slowly walked back to the table, taking his place by the young man's side.&nbsp; His hand traveled to rest upon Dave's shoulder again lightly, and before the brunette could protest, Elliot began the lesson.&nbsp; Dave was clearly distracted throughout, and the older man knew why.&nbsp; The slight touch of his hand, gently massaging one shoulder probably wasn't helping either, and near the end of the lesson, his hand had crept up far enough so that his thumb brushed gently against the boy's earlobe.&nbsp; Elliot only did it once or twice, but he could tell it distracted the young man even more to the point where he hardly paid attention at all.&nbsp; Luckily for him, the lesson was over.&nbsp; It had been for five minutes now, but Dave never noticed.<br><br>"I think you can go now, Dave.&nbsp; I'll expect you tomorrow at the same time.&nbsp; We're nearing the end of the week, and there will be a quiz on Monday.&nbsp; Perhaps you should consider a weekend session to prepare..."&nbsp; The man said, pulling his hand away though he did make a point to brush it along the boy's ear and neck as he did.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 15:20:59</strong>
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				The small touches that Woodworth placed upon Dave's shoulder and earlobe made the boy all the more uncomfortable. It felt far too... intimate, for a teacher and a student. Mind you, so was having him drop his jeans in order to be smacked, but still. Finally, the older man said that the lesson was over, and Dave started to pack up his things. Shifting on the seat made him wince a bit, but it was just about bearable. At the teacher's suggestion that they have a weekend session, Dave gulped. Meet with Woodworth at the weekend? He supposed there were worse teachers he could be seeing then. <br><br>"Al- alright, um, I'll be here on Saturday as well? Just after lunch, about 1?" It was only a half-hour session, after all, having it right after lunch would give him the whole afternoon to see his friends and do other stuff as well. Standing up out of the chair, Dave made his way to the front door and opened it, stepping out of the house quickly. "Er, see you tomorrow then, sir."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 16:27:51</strong>
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				"I look forward to it, Dave..."&nbsp; The man said as he stared at the boy who rushed out the door.&nbsp; His little power game was working delightfully.&nbsp; All he had to figure out now was how to get the boy over his lap with that rear exposed to him.&nbsp; The boy would be at his mercy by that point.&nbsp; It was always getting them past the first two instances with that ruler.&nbsp; After that, he could show them pleasure.&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; He would have Dave over his lap, and in the midst of spanking that soft, pallid rear, he would make him feel pleasure he never had before.&nbsp; The boy would then be torn.&nbsp; He'd like it so much that in future sessions he'd beg for more...either that or he'd purposefully break the older man's rules.&nbsp; Forgetting a pen here or being just enough late to incur his wrath.&nbsp; Little did the boy know that that path lead to a place where few ventured.<br><br>The next day went by quickly, and the tutoring session was approaching rapidly.&nbsp; Elliot was in the kitchen of his home, finishing off a small snack as he waited for Dave to arrive.&nbsp; His attire today was even less than before.&nbsp; He wore only a pair of khaki shorts.&nbsp; His upper body was completely exposed.&nbsp; His sculpted torso and abdomen was a specimen of fitness with its smooth slightly tanned contours visible to all those who would look.&nbsp; It would be Dave who was the lucky one to view it though, and today would be the day that the two approached the line where the boy would either choose to end the sessions or cross into a place where there was no returning.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 18:24:25</strong>
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				The day at school went by in a complete blur. Dave wasn't really sure what even happened, only knowing that he did something. It seemed like no time at all had passed until it was time to go home, and get ready for the tutoring session again. Rushing to get ready again, he was all packed and changed in plenty of time again, so took another minute just to make sure that he had everything. Leaving the house bang on time, he ran the journey to Woodworth's house again. <br><br>But, when he arrived, he discovered that he had somehow lost time. Dave knocked on the door at 3.31pm - a minute late. Quite how he'd managed to do that, even he didn't know, but there was nothing he could do about it now. When the teacher opened the door, all Dave could do was stare. He was topless! Not knowing quite where to look, Dave's eyes traveled up and down Woodworth's chest, before finally he tore his eyes away from the rather perfect specimen of male fitness, and instead made eye contact with him, a faint blush coming to his cheeks. <br><br>"Um... You aren't wearing a shirt, sir.."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>05-10-2009, 22:39:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As he glanced at the clock, he witnessed the long hand pass between 3:30 and 3:31.&nbsp; A few seconds later, there was a knock at the door.&nbsp; Elliot smiled broadly to himself before moving out of the kitchen and into the living room.&nbsp; He opened the door to find Dave once more, a redness appearing on his cheeks as the boy's eyes roamed over the bare skin of the man's torso.<br><br>"How perceptive, Dave.&nbsp; Perhaps if you were but a bit more on top of things you would notice that you're late.&nbsp; Please come in."&nbsp; The man said, moving slightly to allow the boy inside.<br><br>He walked behind him slightly, and when Dave began to walk toward the dining room table, Elliot spoke again.<br><br>"Not just yet, Dave.&nbsp; As I said, you were late.&nbsp; It seems your two prior punishments have not had enough of an effect on you, so I'm afraid, I'm going to have to resort to more direct methods.&nbsp; Please come into the living room.&nbsp; You may place your bag on the table there."&nbsp; He gestured to the dining room table.<br><br>While Dave set his bag down, the man sat down on the middle of the sofa.&nbsp; Both of the man's arms moved up to rest on the back of the sofa, his eyes gazing shamelessly over the boy as he turned and began to walk into the room.&nbsp; When the boy was standing only a few feet away, Elliot spoke again.<br><br>"You may think this is unorthodox, but it has served me well in the past.&nbsp; I want to hear no argument, however.&nbsp; Now, drop your jeans <em>and</em> your underwear.&nbsp; Once that is done, climb over my lap.&nbsp; The ruler doesn't seem to have done the job, so I will take a more personal touch and deliver the punishment with my own hand."&nbsp; The man said before waiting for the boy's response.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 00:17:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Glancing at his watch, Dave realised that he was, in fact, late - but only just. Thinking that it didn't really matter, just one minute, he made his way to the dining room - only to stop when Woodworth said something about a more direct punishment. He opened his mouth to complain, turning around to face the man, but with just one glance at his face, it told him that it wouldn't be a good idea to argue. Gulping, in nervousness, Dave placed his bag on the dining room table, then came back into the lounge, standing in front of Woodworth, who was seated on the sofa.<br><br>At the teacher's command, Dave's mouth fell open. He wanted Dave to get naked and be spanked by him? That was absurd! And yet, he was serious. Closing his mouth, the boy thought about what was happening. If he didn't do as he was told, then Woodworth would stop the tutoring sessions, and he would probably fail the exam. On the other hand, if he did what he was told, and his parents found out, there would be hell to pay. But, there was a small part of him that... felt something. An attraction, maybe, towards the teacher. That small part of him wanted this to happen.<br><br>Wordlessly, his cheeks turning bright red, Dave dropped his jeans, followed by his boxers, his crotch revealed to the older man for the first time. Stepping forward, he lay down over his lap, awaiting his punishment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 00:39:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When the brunette's mouth fell open, it was the reaction he expected, and just following it were the gears of thought turning in Dave's head as to what he should do.&nbsp; The older man saw apprehension and debating in those eyes with a hint of something...different.&nbsp; There were no words from the young man, only actions and reactions.&nbsp; That cute face burned with embarrassment as Dave dropped his jeans.&nbsp; His boxers followed to reveal an all-around delicious package on the boy.&nbsp; Elliot's eyes shamelessly lingered on the delectable piece of flesh before the boy stepped closer.<br><br>Dave climbed onto his lap slowly, and Elliot could feel the young man's soft member slip between the fabric of his slightly spread, khaki covered thighs.&nbsp; His smile broadened a bit as he sat for a brief moment unmoving.&nbsp; It had been a while since he had a boy across his lap, but the feel of it was always tantalizing.<br><br>Elliot finally brought his arms down from atop the sofa.&nbsp; His left hand pulled the young man's shirt up a bit more, revealing the soft skin at the small of Dave's back.&nbsp; The teacher's other hand came down, finally making contact with the boy's soft, plump rear.&nbsp; His hand rested gently on one cheek with the warmth of Dave's body radiating into the unwavering appendage.<br><br>"Very good, Dave.&nbsp; I hope you'll see that this is for your own good..."&nbsp; He said softly before placing his other hand on the boy's back, giving him a soft caress.&nbsp; "...I think ten smacks with my hand should do it, but we'll see when it's over...you might require more..."&nbsp; His voice was deep and calm, but it hid something else that was unaware to the boy...something he might start to see after today.<br><br>His right hand began to move then.&nbsp; It rubbed slow circles on Dave's fleshy rump, moving from one cheek to the other.&nbsp; Elliot kept it up for at least a minute, and it was obvious to the man that Dave enjoyed it from the slight hardening in his dick which was still entrapped between his thighs.&nbsp; Just when the boy seemed to be enjoying himself, however, Elliot took his hand away and brought it down hard, giving the boy his first spank.<br><br>"If you like, you can count them out for me Dave...I wont make you, but it might help..."&nbsp; The older man said softly while his hand rubbed over the cheek he'd just smacked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 19:06:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The feel of the khaki shorts rubbing against his bare member made Dave shiver a little, in anticipation and a small bit of nervousness. He lay there for a few seconds, getting more and more nervous as Elliot didn't move or say anything. Then, his shirt was pulled upwards, a little way along his back, the first few inches of his spine and the pale but otherwise perfect skin around it revealed for the first time. Elliot's other hand came down onto his rear, making him flinch slightly, but all he did was rest the appendage there.<br><br>Nodding slightly, when the man said that ten smacks should do, Dave waited for the first one. But instead, Elliot caressed his rear gently. Dave closed his eyes and bit his lip, secretly - or not so secretly, now that he was naked - enjoying the feeling of the hand rubbing his lower cheeks. Just when he was relaxing into it, the rubbing stopped, and the spanking began. With the first one, his skin was already stinging, causing him to grunt quietly. <br><br>"One..." The boy said, having decided to count them. If it helped, then, he'd do it. Bracing himself for the next spank, he waited for the rubbing to stop again, this time not going to relax - if he relaxed it would hurt more, he thought.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 23:01:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled devilishly as the soft word came floating out of the boy's throat.&nbsp; Dave was too good to be true.&nbsp; He obeyed even the merest suggestions from the man.&nbsp; That would come in handy later when Elliot decided to turn their sessions a little less formal.<br><br>The older man didn't feel Dave relax this time, and it didn't surprise him.&nbsp; He had learned that the moment the man felt that, he would smack his rear again.&nbsp; No matter.&nbsp; Elliot had other ways of making the boy waver his attention.&nbsp; His hand continued rubbing the soft, warm flesh slowly, and again, his hand left the smooth rear before returning to deliver a second hard smack to the tender flesh.&nbsp; A grunt accompanied the impact again which was sweet music to the man's ears.&nbsp; Dave gave a lovely 'Two...' to go along with that as well.<br><br>Elliot's hand returned to stroking the pale rear, rubbing in circles for the moment.&nbsp; His hand crept just slightly closer to the crevice between the boy's cheeks, and upon creeping closer, the middle finger of his rubbing hand teased along the valley which hid the pink tightness that he would be savoring much later in their sessions.&nbsp; There was no turning back now.&nbsp; He had Dave just where he wanted.&nbsp; Elliot would make sure to make the experience memorable for him, so much so that he'd either beg for more or step out of line on purpose just to have the man touch him some more.<br><br>As the finger crept along the valley created by the two globes of flesh, he felt Dave shiver in surprise, but just as he relaxed, Elliot took his hand away and brought it down hard again for a third smack.&nbsp; That same hand began its torturous rubbing once more.&nbsp; The boy's ass was already showing signs of turning pink, and the heat emanating from it was just a tad warmer than before.<br><br>"Very good, Dave.&nbsp; You may not be the most prompt pupil, but I must say that you are very good at accepting your punishment.&nbsp; I wonder if you actually enjoy it sometimes..."&nbsp; The man said with a smirk, letting that linger in the boy's head for a bit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 23:25:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It wasn't long before a second smack made him grunt in pain, the word "Two.." escaping his mouth along with the grunt, almost whispered but still audible. He was right, tensing up did make it less painful - although he did have a feeling that it would bruise easier like this. Oh well - nobody would see a bruise or two on his rear. Except for maybe Elliot, if this continued to happen at every tutoring session. <br><br>Just then, he felt a finger dive down between his cheeks, rubbing gently against his entrance. A gasp left his mouth, and his body shivered in surprise, and maybe just a little excitement... and then smack! A third spank landed on his cheeks while he was preoccupied with the finger between his cheeks. "Three..." He groaned quietly. "Thanks, I guess," Dave said in reply to Elliot's comment about him doing well, and enjoying the punishment. Maybe he was enjoying it. His gradually lengthening shaft would suggest that to be the case..
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 00:04:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A soft chuckle came from the older man when he heard the boy's response.&nbsp; The boy's hardening shaft between his thighs was proof enough that he enjoyed the treatment, and Elliot had to stop himself from bending the boy over the table and fucking him right there.&nbsp; No, there would be plenty of time for that.&nbsp; Dave had seven more spanks to endure and then their lesson, of course.<br><br>His hand rubbed along the boy's rear some more, pausing at the crevice to let his finger dip inside and gently brush along the tight entrance hidden within, and when Dave shivered again, his hand delivered another hard slap to the young man's rear.&nbsp; His grunt came a little louder this time, and the older man swore he felt the boy's cock throb upon impact.<br><br>Elliot's hand resumed its rubbing, caressing the soft flesh yet again.&nbsp; His finger dipped into the crevice, pressing harder against the boy's entrance, quite noticeably now.&nbsp; The man's finger rubbed over it a few times before tracing circles around it softly, teasing it with his touch.<br><br>"I know you like this, Dave..."&nbsp; The man said, the tone of his voice different now.&nbsp; It held a more dominant edge to it.&nbsp; "...I see how your body reacts to my touch..."&nbsp; The man continued to say while his finger rubbed uninterrupted over the tight entrance.<br><br>"...you're a very good student, Dave.&nbsp; I relish the tutoring sessions we have, and I would like to continue them...we're going to continue them, isn't that right?"&nbsp; As the man said the very last part, his finger pressed against the hole, pushing in just to the first knuckle, and when Dave gave a whimpered answer to him, the older man wiggled the finger slightly before pulling it free.<br><br>"Very good, Dave."&nbsp; He said before delivering a fifth smack to the boy's rear.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 00:30:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Again, the man's finger brushed against his hole, making Dave shiver. And again, just as he shivered, a smack landed squarely on his rear. Grunting in pain, Dave blushed as he felt his cock twitch between Elliot's legs, pressing against the inner thigh of his right leg now. Oh god, he was getting turned on by this. Being spanked, and caressed in his most secret of places, by another man - his teacher, nonetheless. It was almost unbelievable, yet... here he was.<br><br>Elliot's finger returned to his entrance, pressing hard against it, making Dave squirm a little and bite his lip to muffle a groan. At his words, his question, the man's finger finally slipped inside. It only went in a little way, but still, it was enough to make Dave moan softly. "Yes, sir..!" He replied, to the question about continuing the tutoring sessions. The truth was... well, that was the truth. He did want these sessions to keep going, and not just for the exam. Another smack landed on his once pale, now red, rear, making him yelp and arch his back a couple of degrees. He'd been caught by surprise again - and had lost count. "Um... five?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 00:47:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A caramel colored eyebrow lifted when Elliot heard uncertainty in the boy's voice.&nbsp; "You don't sound so sure about that, Dave.&nbsp; Have we gone through five already?"&nbsp; Elliot's voice flowed softly, lingering in the air like a dark omen.&nbsp; His hand never ceased its rubbing upon making contact.&nbsp; It slid over again, that same finger dipping into the crevice to tease the pink tightness again.&nbsp; Elliot had no doubt about how hard the boy's cock was now as it poked right into his thigh, rather roughly at that.<br><br>The finger teased over the boy's hole, feeling it twitch slightly, and he heard another sweet moan from the boy.&nbsp; "You seem be enjoying my finger, Dave.&nbsp; I had imagined it might be pleasurable for you, but I would have never guessed it would have had such an effect.&nbsp; I mean...your dick is quite hard and pressing against my leg..."&nbsp; Elliot slipped his finger inside again, still only to the first knuckle.&nbsp; The intrusion made the boy's cock throb against the man's leg which is just what he wanted to feel.<br><br>Elliot's own cock was quite hard, pressing up against his khaki shorts and poking against the boy's abdomen, proof that Dave wasn't the only one enjoying himself.&nbsp; The older man wriggled his finger for about a minute inside the young man's entrance, making him writhe and squirm on his lap with soft moans and sounds.&nbsp; His finger was pulled free, and another hard slap to the boy's rear was heard and felt.&nbsp; The young man's ass was a little rosy now with a pinkish hue, and the man's hand couldn't seem to leave it for more than the length of time it took to give the boy a smack.&nbsp; It rubbed slowly over the smooth, supple flesh, kneading the boy's ass as he went until the man's finger sought the virginal hole once more.<br><br>He teased over it again with the threat of entering, but it didn't this time.&nbsp; Elliot would like the boy to ask him for it.&nbsp; "Would you like me to put my finger back into your hole, Dave?&nbsp; I will, if you'd like, but I want to hear you ask me.&nbsp; Please, be a good boy and ask nicely for what you want."&nbsp; The man said, rubbing the end of his digit over the tightened flesh.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 18:16:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes! Yes we have!" Dave exclaimed, when Elliot questioned his counting. Better to stick with what he'd said first, than change his mind, that's what he thought. Another groan left his mouth quietly as the intruding finger rubbed against his hole again, and he closed his eyes, squeezing them tightly. As good as it felt, he still couldn't quite believe that this was happening, even if he did want it to. His cheeks - on his face, not the ones below - went deep red at the older man's next words, about his dick being hard and him enjoying it and everything. It was the truth, and that was making him blush more than if the man was spouting nonsense. <br><br>He felt something poke him in the stomach, and he realised that he wasn't the only one enjoying it. Elliot's member was hard as well, straining against the khaki material to press against his abdomen. Then, again, his finger slipped inside Dave's hole a little way, and wiggled about inside, making the boy whimper a bit, squirming in his lap. 'Smack!' Elliot's hand came down upon his rear again, another grunt, louder than the ones before, escaping from between his lips. "Six.." Dave whimpered the number, his rear stinging quite a bit now, feeling like it was burning.<br><br>The sensation of Elliot's finger teasing his entrance, though, distracted him from the pain and to more... pleasurable things. Nodding in reply to Elliot's question, the boy moaned, "Please, sir... put your finger back into my hole..." Saying those words made him blush even more, and feel like a complete slut. It was like something out of a porn movie. The straight kind, of course, Dave had never watched gay porn before, which made this all the more... experimental.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 05:36:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The hurried and desperate reply from the young man was expected but all together quite enjoyable to Elliot.&nbsp; He loved being the tempter and the torturer all in one.&nbsp; It was not just about the physical nature of what he was doing but also the mental.&nbsp; His actions were a tool to make the boy see...to show him pleasure and what could be his if he only followed the older man with little question.<br><br>When he heard the boy tell him what he wanted quite respectfully, Elliot gave a soft hum of contentment.&nbsp; "Good boy, Dave..."&nbsp; It was all he said before he pushed his finger into the young man's entrance again.&nbsp; However, this time, he went further, slipping the digit in to the second knuckled and wiggling it around again.&nbsp; Meanwhile, his other hand crept up the boy's back,&nbsp; slipping over the pulled up shirt to thread his fingers into the soft brown locks and petting them gently.&nbsp; "Be patient, Dave.&nbsp; I have a few things to show you for this particular session."&nbsp; The man said calmly and clearly but always with the hint of authority.<br><br>The finger currently wiggling inside the boy's hole was causing the desired effect.&nbsp; Dave was now squirming on his lap slightly with a moan here and there.&nbsp; Elliot had him right where he wanted.&nbsp; The chestnut haired man became more precise with his finger, moving it inside the young man's hole as if searching for something...which he was.&nbsp; After a moment, the tip of his finger brushed gently over Dave's tender prostate which would send sparks of pleasure through his form, and when Elliot saw and heard the effect it had on the boy, he chuckled softly and spoke again.<br><br>"Feel that, Dave.&nbsp; That is your prostate.&nbsp; I'm sure you've learned about it in biology, but I don't think they explained what it felt like to have it pleasured..."&nbsp; Elliot spoke while continuing to rub the vulnerable gland.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 17:38:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With another comment of praise for the boy, Elliot slipped his finger inside his ass once more, making Dave gasp and groan in a mixture of pain and pleasure - mostly pleasure though. The intruding digit went further in than before, though, a very strange feeling indeed for the young man, who'd never even thought about even touching his hole, even when masturbating. Wriggling a bit in Elliot's lap, careful though not to force the finger deeper or to make it slide out, Dave felt the man's other hand run through his hair and pet him gently. That simple action, of petting him, spoke volumes of the current situation they were in - of the power that Elliot now held over Dave. And it was... thrilling.<br><br>Suddenly, the finger inside him rubbed over his prostate, and a spark of pleasure shot through Dave's body, causing him to gasp and moan loudly, his back arching up. Whatever the man was doing, it felt so good! His moans coming fast, thick and loud now, Dave could feel a warmth build up inside him, in his stomach. He knew what that was, and didn't know whether it was a good thing or not, right about now. "Sir... I think, I'm gonna... oohhh...." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 06:12:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The man's eyebrow lifted again.&nbsp; "Hmm...you're gonna what, Dave?"&nbsp; Elliot asked in a calm tone while his finger slowly began to push in and out of the boy's entrance, and each time it went in, the man made sure to bump the tip right against the young man's sensitive prostate.&nbsp; He knew Dave was going to cum soon, and that's exactly what he wanted.&nbsp; It would seal the 'deal' between them even though Dave was unaware of it.&nbsp; The boy will come to crave the man's attention, and eventually, the young man would beg him to take his virginity.&nbsp; Until then, it would be sweet torment.<br><br>Elliot's hand kept petting Dave's hair gently while his other worked up a rhythm.&nbsp; He fingered the young man a bit faster, eliciting sweet gasps and moans from him.&nbsp; The boy's back arched while his cock throbbed violently against his thigh.&nbsp; The older man's own cock was pulsing quite powerfully at the moment, but he had no intention of giving himself any release.&nbsp; No, this was all about Dave right now.&nbsp; Elliot was still quite aware that there were still four smacks to be delivered to that luscious rear, and he would deliver them...yes, he would.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>10-10-2009, 18:41:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I.. I'm gonna cum!" Dave cried out. Saying the words made it seem somehow more real, as if up till now had just been a dream of some sort. Moaning loudly as Elliot's finger moved in and out of him at a faster pace, rubbing up against his prostate every time, Dave's cock throbbed, pressed up against his leg. And then - Dave let out a wordless cry, as his release finally hit him. His cock pulsed, sending a long stream of his seed out onto Elliot's leg and the couch, getting some on himself as well, as his muscles in his rear contracted, squeezing Elliot's finger even tighter than before. <br><br>For a few seconds afterwards, Dave lay there, panting and groaning softly as pleasure and relief washed over him. Then, he turned his head a little, to look backwards at Elliot. A small smile crossed his face. "Um.... thank you..." He didn't quite know why he said that, but, it felt right.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 06:39:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elliot smirked but said nothing more while he continued to pleasure the boy on his lap.&nbsp; He knew Dave was about to blow his load, and that was the man's goal.&nbsp; When the young man gave a howl of pleasure, the older man pressed hard on his prostate, rubbing every drop of sweet fluid out of the tender gland he could.&nbsp; A warm wetness was felt spewing on his lap, and his fingers was massaged rhythmically by the boy's hole as it flexed with each shot of pearly fluid.<br><br>After the boy had finished, Elliot pulled his finger free to return to rubbing the boy's rear.&nbsp; "No need to thank me, Dave.&nbsp; I was just giving you what you wanted...but, now we must return to our previous task.&nbsp; I still need to give you four more smacks."<br><br>The man said it as if it were a done deal, and to him, it was.&nbsp; Without warning, his hand rose high to come down and give a hearty slap to one of the boy's cheeks, but instead of waiting, his hand rose again and gave an equally hard slap to the opposite cheek...then he gave another to the first cheek...then a final slap to the other.&nbsp; By the end, Dave's ass was a rosy pink which was just how Elliot liked a boy's ass to be.&nbsp; He'd be doing a lot more to that supple part of the boy's body later, but for now, their physical play was done.<br><br>"Very good, Dave.&nbsp; Stand and pull up your pants.&nbsp; Don't worry about the mess.&nbsp; Go sit at the table while I change. We will begin the session when I return."&nbsp; Elliot said.<br><br>He nudged Dave off his lap before standing and walking into the back portion of the house.&nbsp; Elliot emerged a few minutes later with fresh shorts on, but still no shirt.&nbsp; He approached the boy at the table, and promptly started their lesson as if nothing had happened.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 16:33:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dave blinked at the man's next words - oh crap, he was still going to spank him, even after that? The hand rubbing his rear vanished from his senses for a second, before a smack and a sharp sting of pain shot through Dave again, making him groan - this time in pain rather than the pleasure he had felt a few seconds ago. The spank was repeated another three times, completing the ten that Elliot had promised him earlier. By the end of it, Dave's ass was stinging like hell, a very different sensation to the one that had flooded his body as he came. <br><br>Getting to his feet on Elliot's command, Dave pulled up his boxers and pants, the material chafing against his sore bottom, making him wince. Returning to the dinner table, and getting out his books and stuff, Dave sat down on the chair, very carefully. Soon Elliot returned as well, in a new pair of shorts but still topless, and began the tutorial. All the way through it, Dave was constantly reminded of what had transpired just minutes ago, the pain from his rear sparking up everytime he shifted, and even when he didn't. Strangely enough, though, he found that it kinda turned him on - whether it was the pain itself, or the memory of his orgasm, he didn't know, but for a good percentage of the lesson, his erection strained through his pants, as much as he tried to ignore it. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 01:47:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The lesson went by uneventfully save the small fidgeting Dave gave throughout the duration.&nbsp; It only made Elliot smile as he knew what the reason was for it.&nbsp; The boy made more than one mistake during the session which the older man calmly corrected.&nbsp; All in all, it was as if nothing other than the session happened, and that was how the man planned it to be.<br><br>The lesson was over soon enough, and Dave didn't seem too concerned with the man's hand on his shoulder at all during that day's session, perhaps because he was too preoccupied with what happened earlier, or perhaps because he didn't mind it so much now.&nbsp; Either way, Elliot had plans, and the weekend was here.<br><br>"That's all for today, Dave.&nbsp; I'll expect you tomorrow at the same time.&nbsp; I know it's Saturday, but you could use the brushing up for the quiz on Monday.&nbsp; We might need a longer session as well, so plan to be here for at least an hour...and don't be late..."&nbsp; The man said, staring the boy directly in the eyes as he said the last part.&nbsp; Dave surely knew that if he was late, he would have a chance to get more treatment like he got today.&nbsp; It didn't matter either way.&nbsp; The older man would get what he wanted now that he had the young man.&nbsp; He could see it in the boy's eyes.&nbsp; The man had shown him something new...something he'd liked, and the boy would want more of it.&nbsp; They all do.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 12:12:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dave nodded his head, in reply to Elliot's statement about being here for an hour, and not being late. An hour, alone with the older man - who knew what would happen? A shiver ran through his body, in anticipation of tomorrow's session. He was definitely enjoying the lessons, more than he should be. Packing up his stuff, he headed for the front door, turning around to give Elliot a small wave and a smile before running out of the house, back to his home.<br><br>He spent the whole morning on Saturday in a state of nervous excitement. Nervous, because he didn't know what would happen - would anything even happen? It might just turn out to be a normal tutoring session - but excited at the prospect of something similar occurring today as occurred yesterday. Dave's parents picked up on his strange excitement, but when they asked, Dave didn't say anything. How could he say anything? To them, a teacher-student relationship would be bad enough, but when it was between him and a male teacher... It would probably be grounds for killing both of them! <br><br>Regardless, at 3.30pm exactly, Dave knocked on the door of Elliot's house, and waited for the man to answer the door, fidgeting slightly as he stood there.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 23:52:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elliot gave a small smile and nod to the boy as he retreated.&nbsp; He was happy with how the day went, and Dave seemed to be falling deeper and deeper into his little game.&nbsp; The things he had planned for the boy...the older man couldn't help but give a soft hum in anticipation.&nbsp; The day he finally got to sink his cock into the young man's virgin hole would be sweet, but that would take time.<br><br>On Saturday, he did nothing special for the day, only waiting for Dave to arrive at 3:30 as usual.&nbsp; He wondered if the boy would try anything before he even got there.&nbsp; Turning up late would just show the man how eager he was, but if Dave was on time, he'd know that the young man was uncertain still.&nbsp; In either case, it wasn't a bad thing.<br><br>The man wore only a pair of loose sweat pants and nothing more, not even underwear beneath them.&nbsp; It was the weekend so why try to dress up.&nbsp; He opened the door to find his student standing though a bit fidgety.&nbsp; "Hello Dave.&nbsp; I'm glad to see you on time again.&nbsp; Please come in..."&nbsp; He said, a smile on his face as he let the boy in.<br><br>He would not make a move on the boy once again.&nbsp; It would be Dave who would do the initiating by stepping out of line, though he idly wondered if the boy would outright ask him for more of what they did yesterday.&nbsp; He wouldn't deny the young man, but asking still carried a cost.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 19:10:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dave looked up as the door opened, the teacher standing there expectantly, once again not wearing a top. It was quite a view to be greeted with, the boy had to admit. Slipping in through the door, Dave made his way through to the dining room and dumped his stuff on the table, before turning to look questioningly at Elliot. "Um, sir... are we going to go straight into the lesson, or do... something else first?" He wasn't sure how to phrase his question, so the extremely vague word 'something' came to his rescue. Hopefully Elliot would pick up on the meaning of the question, and if not... well, he had the full hour, he could probably think of some way of stepping out of line again during that time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>21-10-2009, 00:24:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He closed the door behind the boy, his sage eyes roaming over Dave's clothed form as the boy made his way into the dining room.&nbsp; The young man unceremoniously dumped his bag on the table before turning to face Elliot who had moved to stand in the dining room doorway, hands crossed over his bare chest as he simply looked at his pupil.<br><br>He cocked an eyebrow at the question, knowing full well what Dave was asking, but vague allusions to it would not be enough.&nbsp; If the boy wanted it, he'd have to either ask for it right out or step out of line, but that wasn't a guarantee that he'd get what he thought.&nbsp; <br><br>"What do you mean, Dave?&nbsp; You're here for the lessons, so why wouldn't we start them?"&nbsp; Elliot asked, seemingly oblivious to what the boy wanted.&nbsp; It was plain as day, but Dave tried to hide it. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 20:13:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At Elliot's reply, Dave flushed bright red in embarrassment. Suddenly feeling awkward, he mumbled an appropriate response, and sat down at the table, ready to start the lesson. As much as he wanted to repeat what happened yesterday, he wasn't sure whether it was just a one-time thing, or whether it could - and would - happen again. The older man's response to his question made the one-time-thing option seem more likely to Dave. Although... maybe if he stepped out of line again, like he'd done before now, then he'd have to be 'punished' again. <br><br>Opening the textbook to a random page, he waited for Elliot to start to teach. He had a while to think of something - he hadn't told his parents what time he'd be home, so there wasn't any time pressure to the lesson.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 00:51:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The older man stood with his hands still crossed over his chest.&nbsp; It appeared Dave was not quite brazen enough to outright ask for what he wanted yet.&nbsp; No matter.&nbsp; Elliot had faith in his little pupil.&nbsp; Their session would be a longer one today.&nbsp; At least a full hour.&nbsp; He walked over beside the boy who had sat down and opened his book.<br><br>Elliot brought his hand down, his arm nearly brushing the boy's face as he began to turn pages.&nbsp; "We'll be starting here, today.&nbsp; This is the beginning of the material for the quiz on Monday."&nbsp; The man said, shifting a bit as he began to go over the lesson with Dave.&nbsp; His hand found its way to the boy's shoulder, and fifteen minutes into the session, his thumb began to lightly rub at the boy's earlobe.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 19:14:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dave found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the lesson at hand, the longer it went on, various mental images flashing through his mind as Elliot brushed his face, and his hand rested on his shoulder. After 15 minutes or so, the man's hand rubbed gently at Dave's ear, causing the boy to shiver slightly, his head tipping a little subconsciously into the hand. Maybe... he should just ask again... "Um, sir? Could we... take a break from this, for a bit? To, er, get a drink of water, and... have fun - like we did yesterday?" He blushed bright red at his question - how forward he was being! Admittedly he still wasn't saying it straight out, but for him, this was pretty direct.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 02:24:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was quite aware of what he was doing to Dave, and it eventually had the desired effect.&nbsp; The boy politely asked for a break...and some fun.&nbsp; Elliot did not hide his small touches after he heard the young man speak.&nbsp; His hand gently brushed Dave's cheek, tracing a finger down his jaw to his lips where his index finger gently pointed at the full bottom one.<br><br>"Of course, Dave."&nbsp; Elliot smiled before moving into the kitchen.&nbsp; He prepared a couple of glasses of water while Dave slowly came into the kitchen nearby.&nbsp; The man handed one to him before taking his own in hand.&nbsp; He eyed the boy, moving closer to look down at him.<br><br>"The fun you speak of comes at a price though, Dave.&nbsp; You don't get just the fun part.&nbsp; If you want what we did, you get all of it which means another ten smacks to your rear with my bare hand...maybe more.&nbsp; I'm not one who gives the same punishment twice."&nbsp; Elliot said, his face stern to make sure the boy knew he wasn't bluffing.&nbsp; He wasn't either.&nbsp; The man might give Dave even more smacks...or take it further.&nbsp; It depended on a few things.<br><br>Elliot walked past the boy, moving into the living room where he set his glass down and sat down on the sofa in the middle.&nbsp; His arms moved to rest on the rear, his eyes lingering on Dave.&nbsp; When the boy hesitated, the man spoke again.&nbsp; "If you want fun, Dave...you'll have to come to me to get it..."&nbsp; He said, and Dave began to move forward.&nbsp; "...but..."&nbsp; He said, stopping the boy in his tracks.&nbsp; "...You'll need to take off all of your clothes this time."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>07-11-2009, 16:31:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Standing up and following Elliot into the kitchen, Dave took the glass of water the man offered him, and sipped slowly at it. Listening to his words, Dave looked up at him, making eye contact as he paid close attention to Elliot. It was definitely a warning, of sorts - that Dave wouldn't get what he wanted without paying for it. The thought of what the man could do sent a shiver down Dave's spine; in a good way, though.<br><br>He followed Elliot through, into the living room, and stood in front of him while the teacher sat down on the sofa. Dave was just about to move to sit down next to Elliot when he was stopped by the man's command. Take off his clothes, in order to come closer. A faint blush came to his cheeks again, just thinking about it. Taking a quick glance around the room, Dave realised that the living room curtains were open, and the windows looked straight out onto the street. Anyone who came close, and looked in, would be able to see Dave naked, across Elliot's lap. Yet, for some reason, that possibility made it seem all the more... exciting.<br><br>His hands moved to the bottom of his T-shirt, and grasped the material, before pulling it up over his head. Next, his hands went to his pants, undoing the belt and zip, dropping them to the floor, followed by his boxers. Finally, off went the socks as well, leaving Dave completely naked in front of the window, and in front of Elliot. He shivered a bit, in both the sudden lack of warmth from the clothing, and anticipation. "Can I... sit down now.. Elliot?" He risked saying the teacher's name, deciding that at this point, it was hardly a professional teacher-student relationship, and he didn't need to call him Sir.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 23:50:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He smirked as the boy looked around the room before settling on the open curtains.&nbsp; Elliot knew the chances of the boy being seen were slim to none.&nbsp; The street he lived on was quiet and hardly traveled, and even if someone did decide to peep, they'd be trespassing on his property.&nbsp; However, that didn't stop his amusement upon seeing that Dave was worried, but the boy dutifully obeyed.<br><br>Elliot's green eyes took in each inch of flesh as Dave's body was revealed.&nbsp; He wasn't bulky but rather thin and lithe with a bit of definition on his upper torso.&nbsp; Just the way he liked his boys.&nbsp; He began to picture Dave tied up, his arms stretched above his head while leaving his body vulnerable for whatever the man desired.&nbsp; That time would come soon enough, but for now, he would slowly ease the boy into their sessions.<br><br>He eyed the boy's pants as Dave unfastened the belt and dropped them to the floor soon after.&nbsp; As his boxers fell, his dick was finally revealed to the man, already quite hard.&nbsp; He smirked some more at the fact.&nbsp; The boy's socks were the last to go, leaving him quite naked.&nbsp; Elliot could see him shiver though it was uncertain whether he was cold or just nervous over the fact that he was naked in his teacher's house.<br><br>The man's gaze darkened when he heard his name.&nbsp; He was silent for a few more moments before speaking.&nbsp; Elliot stood from the couch and walked over to stand before Dave.&nbsp; "I don't remember giving you permission to use my name, Dave.&nbsp; It's very disrespectful.&nbsp; Do you think that just because you are naked in my house, somehow our relationship has changed?&nbsp; I am your teacher...you are my student.&nbsp; That is a constant no matter what occurs under this roof or at school.&nbsp; You will address me as 'Sir,' when you talk to me.&nbsp; Is that clear?"<br><br>His expression remained cold as he spoke, and Dave looked a bit shocked at the way the man spoke.&nbsp; Elliot didn't care though.&nbsp; Respect was the most important lesson he taught, and Dave would learn it, one way or another.&nbsp; Once he received Dave's acknowledgment that he understood, Elliot spoke again.<br><br>"Get down on all fours and wait here."&nbsp; The man said before turning and walking to the couch and sitting again.&nbsp; When he turned to look, Dave was, indeed, on the floor.&nbsp; "Crawl over here, and climb on the couch."&nbsp; He said.<br><br>He watched Dave obey, and once he was on the couch, the boy moved to crawl over his lap.&nbsp; Elliot stopped him just as his head was above the man's lap.&nbsp; "Stop here..."&nbsp; He said, staring down at him, the man's hand moving to rest on one pale cheek of the boy's ass.&nbsp; "I can reach your rear from here, but to make it more comfortable for you, rest your head on my thigh..."&nbsp; He said, knowing that it would be less comfortable...at least once the spanking began.&nbsp; Elliot would get hard, and his erection would likely press against Dave's face.&nbsp; He hadn't decided if he should introduce Dave to that sort of thing yet, but the idea was tempting.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>10-11-2009, 21:01:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dave's mouth dropped open, as Elliot's expression darkened, and he got up to stand right in front of Dave, towering over him, intimidating. Almost immediately, the boy's gaze dropped as well, to the floor, his mouth closing at the same time. Mumbling, he replied with something that sounded along the lines of "Yes sir, that's clear." That was... unexpected. As was the next command - it wasn't anything other than a command, that was for sure - for Dave to get on all fours, like a dog. Blushing bright red still, Dave got down on his hands and knees, his back arching slightly, which pushed his ass up and out a bit - it wasn't done deliberately, it was merely the natural position for him to be in like this.<br><br>Nodding a little as Elliot sat down on the couch again, Dave crawled slowly over to him, and climbed up onto the couch next to him, ready to lie across his lap once more. He moved across the man - but stopped when told to, his head hovering just inches away from the teacher's groin. Elliot's hand rested upon his bare bottom, reminding him of just how exposed he was. Lowering his head, Dave let it rest on the man's thigh, quite close to his crotch. He was facing directly towards it - the natural side his head tipped to, when lying down, was the right side, where Elliot's groin was. The boy's eyes widened slightly, upon realising this, and he lifted his head once more to turn around and face the other way, mentally preparing himself for the oncoming spanking.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>11-11-2009, 01:16:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elliot smirked as Dave shifted position of his head, instead of looking toward his already growing erection, he looked away.&nbsp; His other hand moved to the soft dark hair atop the boy's head, threading his fingers through it lightly.&nbsp; The thought of having his young student go a bit further seemed more appealing, and he began to have an idea of how to lead him in that direction.<br><br>The man's hand gently rubbed over the soft cheeks of Dave's ass, kneading the soft flesh.&nbsp; "Dave, I have a deal for you."&nbsp; He said deeply.&nbsp; "Turn to look at him.&nbsp; I want to see your face as I talk."&nbsp; The man said, more in a demanding tone than a request.<br><br>"I am willing to forgo the spanking this once..."&nbsp; He began, seeing a slight relief in the boy's eyes.&nbsp; "...but...you have to do something for me in return."&nbsp; Elliot said quite seriously.<br><br>"Push up with your hands and unfasten my shorts."&nbsp; He said again in the demanding tone.&nbsp; There was immediately reluctance and surprise on Dave's face.&nbsp; "There is no backing down from this deal, Dave.&nbsp; You either do as I ask, and I give you the fun you seek this way or we go back to the lesson."<br><br>Elliot watched as the reluctant student began to unbutton then unzip his shorts.&nbsp; He would notice that underneath was nothing but skin.&nbsp; The man wore no underwear, so the boy would find a patch of neatly trimmed hair the same color as that on the man's head.&nbsp; Elliot shifted a bit, making the shorts fall down his hips some so his hard cock sprung into view.&nbsp; It was long and thick, and unlike some men, he still had his foreskin intact.<br><br>"The deal is this, Dave.&nbsp; I want you to take my dick in your hand...feel it...touch it...get to know it...and then...I want your mouth on it..."&nbsp; He simply said as he stared down at the surprised face of his pupil.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>12-11-2009, 18:42:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking up at Elliot, when he spoke, Dave listened to what he had to say. A deal - to forgo the spanking. That would be good! Dave's eyes lit up at the prospect. But, of course, there was a flip-side to the deal. Unfasten his shorts... he hadn't been expecting to do that, although maybe he should have been. This was a sexual encounter, of sorts, made sense that both of them would get naked at some point. Elliot's threat, though, that if he didn't do as he was told then it would stop and they'd go back to the lesson, that was enough to get Dave to do it.<br><br>Unbuttoning the shorts, and unzipping the fly, Dave was surprised to see that Elliot was not wearing underwear. His face went red once more, blushing as the long, hard manhood of the teacher was revealed to him. It did look rather... enticing... Dave looked up at Elliot in surprise, as the deal was outlined to him. Use his mouth? As in a blowjob? Dave didn't know whether it would even fit in his mouth, it looked too big at this distance. But still.. it was this or nothing... Reaching out, Dave wrapped his right hand around the shaft, squeezing it gently, feeling how hard it was - and it was definitely hard. As was Dave himself, by this point, even if he hadn't realised it himself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 00:35:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The man smirked down at him.&nbsp; He knew Dave had to be questioning himself in his mind.&nbsp; Elliot wasn't exactly small in endowment, but he'd have his dick down the boy's throat in no time.&nbsp; He wasn't taking 'no' for an answer either.&nbsp; His sage eyes watched as Dave's hand reached out, his nimble fingers grasping the thick shaft, a small squeeze being given.<br><br>"Mmm...very good, Dave."&nbsp; Elliot sighed as he spoke.&nbsp; His own hand had been rubbing the boy's rear all this time, caressing the smooth cheeks roughly just as Dave was feeling the man's own flesh.&nbsp; The boy looked almost cute as he felt the shaft, explored it, let his fingers run along it for a few minutes.&nbsp; Elliot continued rubbing the boy's soft flesh, his fingers moving closer and closer to the crevice bisecting the two perfect mounds.<br><br>Eventually, a small pearl of fluid appeared at the tip of the man's cock, and Elliot decided it was time for Dave to introduce himself formally to it.&nbsp; His hand crept from the boy's ass, sliding slowly up his back.&nbsp; The man tickled a few places here and there as he danced his fingers along Dave's skin.&nbsp; The boy squirmed a bit before his cheeks blushed which made the man grin.&nbsp; He seemed to like being tickled, and Elliot would remember that for later.<br><br>The man's hand eventually made it to Dave's head where his fingers slipped into the soft dark hair atop.&nbsp; He gently petted his pupil for a short moment before his fingers began to grasp a handful of the boy's hair, his grip tightening firmly.&nbsp; "Now Dave...I believe it is time you pay it a little more attention.&nbsp; Open your mouth and lick the head."&nbsp; He said though the boy seemed a little too reluctant.<br><br>Elliot narrowed his eyes a bit.&nbsp; Dave wasn't moving fast enough, so his hand fled the boy's hair to come down on the young man's rear with a slap to his vulnerable right cheek.&nbsp; "Don't make me end the deal, Dave.&nbsp; Get to work."&nbsp; He said in a more stern tone as he rubbed the cheek he just slapped, threatening more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 16:22:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Letting his fingers feel the man's shaft, Dave began to wonder what it actually tasted like. His hand squeezed Elliot's cock a bit tighter, and slowly stroked it up and down. He was pretty much just doing what he did when he masturbated, but to the other man's cock, rather than his own. Hopefully, it would feel just as good for Elliot as it did for him when he did it to himself. Eventually, his work was rewarded by a small drop of fluid appearing at the tip, glistening a little in the light. At that point, the teacher's hands migrated from his rear, and made their way slowly up his back, tickling him here and there - which made the boy laugh and squirm. He was very ticklish - and, for some reason, being tickled whilst in this situation, it was... arousing, to him. His own cock throbbed as he squirmed on the couch. <br><br>Elliot's hands finally got to Dave's hair, and gently petted him for a few seconds - and then gripped his hair tightly, making him gasp in surprise. The command to open his mouth and lick the head of Elliot's cock made Dave pause, and his cheeks turn red. He knew that it would be part of the deal, but... he still wasn't quite sure... The hand in his hair released him, and went back down to his rear, giving him a nice hard smack, causing the boy to yelp in surprise and pain. He hadn't been expecting that. It seemed that Elliot didn't mind spanking him to encourage him to do it. The threat of more punishment, if Dave didn't obey, was enough to make him stick his tongue out, and press it against the warm skin of Elliot's cock, in a sort of experimental lick. <br><br>The taste was... different. His first lick got some of the liquid that had appeared at the tip of his cock, and he swallowed it, not knowing what else to do. It tasted quite unlike anything else he'd tasted before. Not that it tasted bad, it was just... different. Quickly, not wanting to anger Elliot further, Dave licked his head again, and again, all around the hard tip. And then, finally, he opened his mouth a bit more, and took the head into it. It felt so much bigger inside his mouth than it looked otherwise - his jaw felt as if it was being stretched right to breaking point! Rubbing his tongue gently against the underside of the head, Dave sucked on the cock a bit, taking care to breathe through his nose.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 23:10:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His smile broadened as he felt and saw the boy's warm tongue press against the head of his cock.&nbsp; Dave had swiped a bit of the fluid that began to leak, and it appeared he let it mingle on his tongue, savoring it like a wine connoisseur tasting a rare vintage.&nbsp; Elliot's hand slowly began to pet the dark hair on the boy's head, running his fingers through it gently.<br><br>More licks followed, each one sending tingles through his nerves.&nbsp; It had been a while since he had a student's mouth on his cock, and it seemed Dave was worth the wait.&nbsp; "That's it, Dave.&nbsp; You're doing very well."&nbsp; Elliot rumbled out lowly while continuing to pet the boy's head.&nbsp; The licks were numerous, but soon the boy became more adventurous.&nbsp; His lips parted, taking the thick mushroom head in.&nbsp; Dave's mouth was stretched wide around it, the talented tongue of his lapping at the underside and making the man groan very softly.&nbsp; "Mmm..."<br><br>His hand moved down to brush some stray hair away from Dave's eyes, fingers tipping his head slightly up so their eyes met.&nbsp; It was exhilarating to look down and see his cock stretching the boy's mouth so wide.&nbsp; If he thought it was big then, he would know just how big when Elliot actually fucked the boy.<br><br>He let Dave's chin go for a moment, his hand traveling back to the boy's ass where his fingers wasted no time creeping into the crevice.&nbsp; His index finger found the small hole before gently tracing around it to tease it while Dave used his mouth.&nbsp; Elliot would perhaps not ask too much of Dave during this session.&nbsp; Perhaps only halfway onto his cock.&nbsp; He wouldn't want to choke the boy, but Dave would be taking his entire shaft down his throat later...yes he would.&nbsp; The boy would be trained to take his cock in every way he wanted.&nbsp; "Such a good boy, Dave..."&nbsp; He said softly, encouraging his dark haired pupil.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 22:32:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dave's head was tilted upwards a little by Elliot's fingers, causing both Dave's eyes to meet Elliot's, staring into them intensely, and the head of the man's cock to press into the roof of his mouth. When his chin was released, he kept looking up at the teacher, finding the idea of sucking his cock whilst staring at him to be somewhat exciting. The hand that was holding his chin up traveled down his body, and eventually found its way to the boy's hole. A quiet moan escaped Dave's lips, around the cock in his mouth, vibrating a little against the hot flesh. Oh, the teasing.... maybe if he did well enough, it wouldn't just be teasing. Although, he didn't mind the teasing either.<br><br>At the praise from Elliot, Dave redoubled his efforts, aiming to please the older man by doing a good job. He started to make little bobbing motions, up and down, just on the head of the shaft. His sucking increased in intensity as well, and his tongue danced around the cock tip, flicking against it then pressing it upwards into the roof of his mouth. This wasn't so bad, after all. Better than the spanking he would have otherwise received.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 23:19:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dave became more motivated it seemed as his head began to bob up and down on Elliot's thick shaft.&nbsp; The boy sucked a bit harder, rubbing the head all around his mouth.&nbsp; He was doing quite a good job of sending the man toward a rather earth shattering orgasm.&nbsp; Elliot wondered how the boy would react when he was made to drink down every bit of his cum.&nbsp; He smirked at the idea while staring down into Dave's own eyes.<br><br>Meanwhile, his finger kept teasing the boy's hole, tracing around it a few times and rubbing up and down the crevice of his rear.&nbsp; He soon began to give the boy what he wanted.&nbsp; His finger concentrated on the boy's entrance, rubbing and prodding against it.&nbsp; Elliot pushed a bit harder until his fingertip began to penetrate Dave.&nbsp; He pushed a little harder until his finger began to push in.&nbsp; He had the first knuckle in and was continuing to press further.&nbsp; A moan escaped the boy and Elliot smirked down at him a bit broader.&nbsp; The man's other hand found its way to the boy's hair.&nbsp; He tugged at it, pulling his mouth off of his cock for the moment while he continued to finger him.<br><br>"You're doing excellent, Dave.&nbsp; Now my balls...they need attention too..."&nbsp; Elliot said, spreading his legs a bit more to give the boy access to his rather hefty sack.&nbsp; To mach his cock, the man had an equally impressive set of balls to go with it.&nbsp; Each one alone would fill up the boy's mouth.<br><br>The man pushed his finger in further, bumping the young man's prostate a little harder than before to make the boy moan and shiver.&nbsp; "Go on, Dave...I know you enjoy this..."&nbsp; He said as he rubbed across the boy's tender gland inside.&nbsp; "...get to work and I will continue to give you want you want..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 19:09:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Closing his eyes, Dave shivered in delight as the teasing at his entrance became more than just teasing. A single finger pushed into his hole, and made its way slowly up through it, rubbing against his prostate as it did so. Another moan left Dave's mouth, showing the pleasure that was making his body tingle so wonderfully. His hair was tugged backwards, pulling him off Elliot's cock - Dave's eyes opened, and stared upwards at Elliot, as if trying to tell him to let go, so he could continue his work. Thankfully, he was soon released, to get back to pleasuring the older man, this time with the order to give attention to his balls. <br><br>Shifting his gaze downwards, and shuffling slightly accordingly, Dave took a good look at the impressive pair. He wasn't quite sure what to do to them - if he did anything wrong, it could hurt Elliot, and that would probably mean in return that Dave got spanked. Tilting his head down, Dave let his tongue dart out and give one of the balls a lick, from top to bottom, before leaning over and giving the other the same treatment. Each licked was followed by a soft kiss, and a little bit of sucking. And all the time, his body was responding to the sensations in his rear, that the man was giving him - a bit of precum was leaking from the tip of his own cock, and quiet moans vibrated against Elliot's balls.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 22:07:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The older man gave a rather deep and contented sigh as the boy's small tongue dashed out to lick along the skin of one of the heavy, full balls.&nbsp; The other received similar treatment, and then Dave gave a small kiss.&nbsp; It was kind of cute to watch almost as if Dave were worshiping them.&nbsp; That wasn't a half bad idea either.&nbsp; Perhaps later.<br><br>Elliot's finger kept up its slow, deliberate dance along Dave's prostate inside.&nbsp; He danced it along the gland slowly, giving it rub after rub to make the boy shiver in delight.&nbsp; The man knew it was driving the boy to the edge.&nbsp; His balls vibrated slightly as the brunette moaned against them.&nbsp; "Mmm...you're a good boy, Dave.&nbsp; Now that you've done that, you should go back to my cock and give it a bit more attention."&nbsp; His voice came slow and deep, the hint of a threat always hiding behind his words.<br><br>A second finger began to prod at Dave's hole, rubbing next to the first to coax the young male's entrance open a bit more to allow it entry.&nbsp; He kept rubbing slowly until Elliot pushed enough to get the tip inside.&nbsp; A low groan of either pleasure or pain...he couldn't tell which, was heard from the boy as he let the second finger slide in further.&nbsp; It was nearly fully inside before the older man separated them, stretching the boy's hole open a bit further.&nbsp; He would have to get him used to such things if Dave were ever going to take his cock back there, or more to the point, it was in Dave's best interest since Elliot would fuck him either way.&nbsp; Perhaps a little homework was in order.&nbsp; The man was already formulating a plan.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 23:08:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dave continued his ministrations on the man's balls, alternating between licking and kissing them. He was getting used to the feel of them now, and was beginning to experiment a bit more with them - he was just about to take one into his mouth, when Elliot told him to go back to his cock. Giving Elliot's left ball another lick, he continued to move upwards with his tongue, tracing along the base of the man's shaft, before slowly moving along his cock, getting to the tip once more. His lips covered the tip and went further downwards, taking the head of his cock into his mouth again, sucking on it, moans of his own pleasure escaping between his lips and the hard cock. <br><br>A second digit pressed against Dave's entrance, causing the boy to tense up instinctively, his muscles clenching around the finger already inside him. Eventually though, he got used to the feel of the second digit rubbing against him, and he relaxed - enough for Elliot to slide the finger inside him as well. A muffled groan of both pain and pleasure came from Dave, and he squirmed a little in Elliot's lap, moving his shaft side-to-side slightly as he settled down again. The increased pleasure that came from the two fingers working his ass together was, quite frankly, incredible - especially as Elliot began to open and close the two digits, stretching him further, changing the sensations all the time so he didn't get used to it. He could feel warmth building up in his groin, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer. Relinquishing his hold on the man's cock, Dave gasped for breath, and said (in between moans), <br><br>"Sir... I... I think, I'm about to... ah!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 01:22:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The boy began to squirm atop the sofa which made the man smirk as he watched.&nbsp; He knew exactly how to pleasure the boy, and Elliot was sure Dave would be blowing his load soon if he continued.&nbsp; It would be another lovely opportunity to punish him.<br><br>He continued to rub along Dave's prostate, spreading his fingers every now and again.&nbsp; Elliot began to twist them slightly, slipping them in and out to give Dave a variety of sensations.&nbsp; The young man pulled his mouth from the man's cock, gasping out and moaning between words.&nbsp; Elliot stared down at him with a firm look.<br><br>"Do not come, Dave.&nbsp; Not until I say.&nbsp; If you do, I will have to punish you.&nbsp; I wouldn't want to stain my lovely sofa."&nbsp; He said, threateningly.<br><br>The man could really care less about his sofa.&nbsp; It was washable, but Dave didn't have to know that.<br><br>"Get back to work, Dave.&nbsp; My cock still needs attention."&nbsp; The man said, rubbing his other hand through the dark locks of Dave's head.<br><br>He knew it was a losing battle, and he counted on it.&nbsp; Dave would cum before he said, and Elliot would reap the reward of it.&nbsp; He just had to come up with a suitable punishment, but spanking seemed like a good standby.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 19:38:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At Elliot's order, not to cum until he said or else, Dave groaned loudly - in pleasure, a little bit of pain, but mostly disappoint and annoyance. He didn't know how long it would be until he couldn't hold back any further, but, he did know it wouldn't be long. With any luck, Elliot would give him permission before it was needed, but, knowing him... this had been his intention from the start, get Dave to pleasure him in return for not being spanked, and then spank him anyway. <br><br>Going back to pleasuring the older man, Dave licked his cock up and down before taking the head into his mouth again, sucking on it as best he can in between his own moans. It was hard concentrating on what he was doing whilst he was desperately trying to hold back the encroaching tide that was his orgasm. What with the continuously changing sensations that Elliot was giving him, it was a tough task, keeping himself from cumming. Too tough, even. <br><br>It didn't take long for Dave to lose control completely. With a strangled cry of pleasure, the sound muffled by the cock in his mouth, the poor boy came - without Elliot's permission. A drizzle of liquid shot out from his own cock, coating the couch, Elliot's leg and to an extent, his own chest as well. Gasping for breath, trying to recover as quickly as he could from the wave of intense pleasure that had followed his loss of control, Dave took his mouth off Elliot's cock again.<br><br>"Uh... sorry, sir... I couldn't help it..." He said quietly, looking away from the older man, embarrassed - and more than a little apprehensive about what his punishment might entail. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 18:29:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The boy's groan was delightfully filled with frustration and pleasure.&nbsp; Dave might be onto his little game, but it didn't matter.&nbsp; He was in charge now, and there was nothing the boy could do about it.<br><br>His hand petted the dark locks atop Dave's head as he went back to work licking&nbsp; the shaft up and down.&nbsp; The head disappeared between the boy's lips, spreading them around the thick shaft as he bobbed slowly on it.&nbsp; Elliot's fingers continued to poke and prod inside the boy, teasing the tender gland inside to push the brunette to a rather strong orgasm.<br><br>As he had planned, Dave was losing control.&nbsp; His moans and whimpers were becoming too erratic, and soon he gave a cry, muffled by the cock in his mouth, as he came.&nbsp; Elliot felt the warmth of Dave's seed splatter against his thigh.&nbsp; Soon the boy relaxed again, his ass no longer clenching around the fingers that penetrated it as it had done during his orgasm.<br><br>Elliot pulled his fingers free, rubbing them gently over the hole before rubbing Dave's cheeks a bit.<br><br>"Mm...yes, well...we'll work on that.&nbsp; However, you will still be punished for making a mess on my sofa and disobeying.&nbsp; That will wait though.&nbsp; First, finish up with your first task and then you can clean up the mess."&nbsp; He said in a rather authoritative tone, gesturing to his cock which had yet to spill his seed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 22:55:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dave turned back round to look up at the man, blinking in a bit of confusion over the command to finish his task. His pleasure-addled mind had momentarily forgotten about what he was doing before he came. The gesturing from Elliot to the large cock right in front of Dave's eyes helped him remember. "Oh - yeah, sorry, sir!" He said quickly, almost blurting it out, before sticking his tongue out again to lick along the length of flesh and muscle. Upon reaching the base, Dave decided to try something slightly different to what he'd done before - hopefully it would feel good, and if it didn't, then Elliot would hopefully tell him but not punish him.<br><br>Tilting his head to the side, Dave opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around Elliot's shaft, so that it was going through his mouth rather than into and down his throat*. Slowly, Dave made his way up his cock to the tip like this, his tongue and teeth rubbing gently against it. Giving the tip a small kiss, he tilted his head the other way and went back down, on the other side of the man's cock. Reaching the base of the shaft again, Dave let go and gave Elliot's balls a quick once-over with his tongue, then returned to his cock, licking along its length up to the tip. Opening his mouth wide again, he slid his lips over the head again, sucking on it harder than before, looking up at Elliot as he did. Hopefully the man was enjoying this as much as Dave had enjoyed his own orgasm.<br><br><br><br>((*Sorry, didn't know quite how to explain this xD hope its clear enough ))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 21:24:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckled at the boy's eagerness to please, and Dave went right back to work, licking the length of his cock downward to reach the base.&nbsp; "Mmmnngh..."&nbsp; Elliot groaned, letting himself get a little more into what the boy was doing.&nbsp; He'd held himself off for long enough, so he now began to let the pleasure build in him.<br><br>Dave seemed to be getting into it more as he was experimenting with the man's shaft and how to pleasure it.&nbsp; The boy let his mouth graze up one side, lips, tongue, and teeth running along his tender skin until his mouth covered the tip.&nbsp; "Nnngh...yeah...like that, Dave..."&nbsp; Elliot called out softly, his hand petting the dark hair a bit more in encouragement.&nbsp; The boy's teeth grazed his sensitive head which caused the man's hips to buck a bit and groan in pleasure, and Dave then worked his way down the other side of Elliot's shaft until he approached the base where he pulled back and coated each ball with a long lick.<br><br>Elliot was impressed...more so than he thought he would be.&nbsp; If Dave was this eager and willing then he might be able to progress a bit faster with him.&nbsp; The boy licked up to the head again where he took it between his lips, sucking on it quite hard.&nbsp; His eyes looked up at the man, and Elliot stared back down intently.&nbsp; Dave would be getting a treat in a moment...or at least Elliot thought of it that way.<br><br>The man began to groan and breath faster as his orgasm approached, his fingers threading through the brown locks and gripping them tightly.<br><br>"Keep going, Dave..."&nbsp; Elliot ordered in a stern tone to make sure the boy wouldn't try to pull off.&nbsp; His cock began to pulse, and the older man groaned out loudly as jets of cum splattered Dave's throat and filled his mouth.&nbsp; The man held him on his cock to make sure the boy drank it all down, and sure enough, the man eventually felt the boy's throat muscles flexing as he swallowed.<br><br>"Good boy, Dave...drink it all..."&nbsp; He said as his orgasm ended.&nbsp; The man pulled his cock free and rubbed the oozing end against Dave's lips.&nbsp; "Clean me up and then I want you to clean the mess you made on the couch...with your tongue..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 12:17:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				On Elliot's command, to keep going, Dave did just that - not that he really had a choice in the matter, he could feel the man's hands in his hair, ready to push him down if he tried to resist. It was alright though, he was starting to enjoy this, more than he thought he would when he started. The groans of pleasure coming from Elliot helped as well - to hear him enjoying it just spurred Dave on. Eventually, Elliot came as well, his cock pulsing inside Dave's mouth as cum shot down his throat, making him cough and splutter. He couldn't spit it out though, and the only thing he could do was swallow it. The stuff had a... unique taste. It wasn't bad, just different. In a good way. <br><br>Gasping for breath as Elliot pulled away from him, Dave licked the tip of his cock as the man rubbed it against his lips. Making sure he'd got all the last little drops of cum, he swallowed again, tasting the liquid once more. Turning his attention to the couch, Dave started to clean it, as ordered, with his tongue. The fact that this was his own cum he was licking and swallowing wasn't lost on him. It had a different taste to Elliot's cum - not quite as nice, in his opinion. Or maybe that was just because he was getting a taste of the leather couch as well. A few minutes later, and the couch was clean once more. Sitting back on his ankles, in front of Elliot, Dave looked up at him. "Um, what now, sir?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 16:58:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elliot simply sat back on the couch, legs spread with his cock laying against his abdomen as Dave cleaned up.&nbsp; First a lick to his cock to swipe any excess cum he'd missed, then the boy turned his attention to the leather couch and the mess he'd made upon it.&nbsp; The boy's semen was smeared over it's dark brown surface from his squirming, but Dave got to work, sucking and licking at it until it was all cleaned up.&nbsp; It was quite erotic to watch, and Elliot simply smiled throughout without a word.<br><br>Dave now sat at his feet, kneeling on his ankles like a good boy.&nbsp; The man leaned forward and ruffled his hair gently before running his fingers down one smooth jawline.&nbsp; "You made a mess on my couch, and while you have cleaned it up, you disobeyed me.&nbsp; Go to the side of the couch and bend over.&nbsp; You know how I mean."&nbsp; Elliot said firmly before standing.&nbsp; He didn't put his shorts back on.&nbsp; Instead he walked naked to the closet, pulling the yard stick out and waiting for Dave to take his position as he'd ordered.&nbsp; The boy would be leaving with a stinging ass today, and the thought made Elliot's cock jump.&nbsp; It was still hard, and he was sure Dave didn't miss that fact.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 21:26:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When Elliot ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it up, Dave couldn't help but smile at him. There was still a warm glow in him, the aftermath of what had to be one of the most intense and exhilarating experiences he'd ever had. But, the older man's words brought him down with a bump, wiping the smile off his face and replacing it with a look of almost disbelief. Disobey him? It was impossible not to, and Elliot knew that! He couldn't tell Dave to do something impossible, and punish him for it when he failed! Dave opened his mouth, his eyes wide, to complain.<br><br>"But...!"<br><br>And then, he realised that Elliot had planned that to happen. The teacher was never going to have given him permission to cum, no matter how long he lasted. Dave had been tricked, well and truly. Closing his mouth, suppressing the urge to sigh, Dave got to his feet and walked to the end of the couch. Bending over the armrest, he presented his rear to Elliot as he had done before - the difference being this time that he was completely naked. Looking back over his shoulder, he couldn't help but notice that, as Elliot approached with the dreaded ruler in hand, his cock was still hard. Did he enjoy this - causing Dave pain? Watching him suffer? Obviously he did, otherwise he wouldn't be doing this to the poor boy. But, as Elliot prepared to smack Dave's rear, his own cock twitched and slowly began to grow once more. A thought crossed his mind - he was enjoying this. Suffering under the strictness of his teacher. <br><br>Smack! <br><br>The first blow of many landed, making Dave groan in pain - and making his rapidly recovering cock press against the side of the couch. This was certainly... not what he'd expected to get turned on by.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 18:10:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After the first blow, Elliot brought the ruler down, replacing it with his hand to rub over the perfectly rounded ass of his pupil.&nbsp; The slight groan from the boy made his cock jump again.&nbsp; It was so nice to discipline his boy, and that's what the man was thinking of him as...his boy.&nbsp; The older man groped at one cheek for a moment, squeezing it hard before bringing the ruler back up.<br><br>Smack!<br><br>The second blow landed, a more pained groan came this time, making Elliot give a very soft groan of his own.&nbsp; The boy was amazing.&nbsp; It would be such a treat when he finally slid inside of him for the first time.&nbsp; He brought the ruler down again, but this time, he moved up closer to the boy...incredibly close.&nbsp; Elliot took his cock by the base and laid it in the cleft between the boy's two cheeks.&nbsp; He slowly ground his cock into him before leaning over to bring his mouth next to the boy's ear.<br><br>"I'm happy to see that you thought better of arguing, Dave.&nbsp; You're learning, and I like that."&nbsp; Elliot gave another slow grind against the boy's ass, a slight sound coming from him.&nbsp; The man knew he wanted it even if he didn't realize it yet.&nbsp; "I'm hoping you are learning as much in your lessons as you are now in discipline."&nbsp; His low voice continued.<br><br>Elliot pulled back slightly though he kept his mouth next to the boy's ear.&nbsp; He let the ruler rest against the couch before both hands traveled to the boy's rear cheeks.&nbsp; He pulled them apart to reveal the tight pinkness between, and gently, he let the fat head of his cock press just against it.&nbsp; "We will have several more sessions, Dave...several.&nbsp; The semester is hardly even a quarter through, so we will have much time to whip your grade into shape.&nbsp; We just have to keep...pushing forward..."&nbsp; The man said, gently pushing the cock head against the boy's hole.&nbsp; He never penetrated him, only teased him, and each sound the boy made added to the lustful symphony he was directing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 15:45:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dave could feel Elliot groping his ass, quite roughly. The stinging flesh made the groping hurt more than it would otherwise do - but Dave didn't complain. He was enjoying this thoroughly, even if he wouldn't say it out loud. A second smack landed on his sore cheeks, causing the boy to groan in pain. It was impossible to not make a sound, so Dave had decided to not even try and hold it back. Besides, judging from the quiet moan that came from Elliot, his pained groans were turning the older man on. He could hear the sound of movement behind him, and flinched in anticipation of a third smack - but instead of a smack, he felt Elliot move closer, much closer. His cheeks were pried apart, and something long and warm ground into him. The boy's cheeks turned pink once more, when he realised what it was - Elliot's cock. <br><br>A soft moan passed his lips, when Elliot whispered in his ear. He didn't say anything in reply, just moan, but that single sound would tell Elliot what he wanted to know. Hands grabbed at his rear again, pulling apart his cheeks to expose the hole that lay between. Something pressed against his entrance - presumably the tip of Elliot's cock. A shudder ran through him, and his body writhed on the arm of the couch, half wanting Elliot to push, the other half of him wanting it to stop. Dave just couldn't make up his mind as to what he wanted. Elliot began to whisper in his ear again, at the same time as pushing against him - not going into him, but putting enough pressure there to make it... hard to concentrate. He continued to moan softly, the power of speech currently eluding him. Finally, his desire for pleasure won out against any reservations he had, and Dave began to wiggle backwards, trying to get Elliot to slide into him.<br><br>"Please.. sir... I want to... push forwards!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 21:55:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elliot smiled broadly as the boy...his boy moaned out those words.&nbsp; Dave was turning out to be more than he had hoped for.&nbsp; Many of his previous endeavors had taken longer to break down and make his own, but this one seemed so eager.&nbsp; He still couldn't rush things though.&nbsp; Elliot would make sure to make Dave his, keep him yearning for more.<br><br>"That's good, Dave.&nbsp; I like your attitude."&nbsp; The man said, giving his cock one final push against the virgin hole before pulling away.<br><br>His hand grasped the ruler again, pulling it up and into swinging position again.&nbsp; Without warning, he gave the boy another hit to his rear.<br><br>Smack!<br><br>"You still have your punishment to deal with, Dave.&nbsp; Then we'll finish the lesson and be done for today."&nbsp; Elliot simply said before delivering a fourth swing. <br><br>Smack!<br><br>The boy moaned out each time, part in pain but there was no mistaking the pleasure Dave was deriving from it as well.<br><br>Smack!<br><br>A final swing came, and Elliot turned to put the ruler away in the living room closet.&nbsp; He turned back to Dave, moving to his rear to rub it gently.&nbsp; The cheeks were a nice light pinkish color as he rubbed over them.&nbsp; His fingers squeezed the globes of the boy's ass, dipping a finger into the crevice to tease over the tight rosebud within.&nbsp; He pulled his hand away afterward.<br><br>"Back to the table, Dave.&nbsp; We have a few more things to cover, then you may leave.&nbsp; Don't worry about your clothing for the moment.&nbsp; The lesson is more important."&nbsp; The man said before walking past the boy into the dining room where the book rested on the table. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 22:40:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Despite his plea to Elliot, the teacher didn't take things any further than merely teasing Dave. His cock pushed against the boy's hole once more, and then the pressure vanished as he pulled away. A low groan escaped Dave's lips then, in disappointment. He was being toyed with, he knew that - but, he didn't mind. In fact, he was quite enjoying the thorough teasing that Elliot was giving him. It left more to his imagination, elevated the pleasure he'd feel when it was finally finished. A smack resounded through the room, as his rear was hit again with the ruler, making him groan in pain - and maybe a little bit of pleasure. It was exhilarating, after all. Smack! Smack! Came two more hits, leaving his ass stinging and his throat sore from groaning. <br><br>Hands grasped at his cheeks again, and Dave felt something push against his hole a little. Moaning quietly, he tried to push his rear onto what was hopefully Elliot's cock, but the teasing touch went away again, as did the hands on his cheeks. Elliot's voice came, loud and clear, ordering Dave to go back to the table to continue the lesson they'd abandoned earlier - minus his clothes. Straightening up, Dave made his way to the dining room table, and sat down in a chair, still naked. A small amount of pain shot through him as his sore bottom pressed against the chair, causing him to wince, but he didn't move about, fearing that any more disruptions to the lesson might mean more punishment. Opening the textbook to the page they'd been on before they stopped, Dave continued to read it, with Elliot saying some bits out loud and asking the occasional question. The constant stinging from his rear and his hard cock poking him in the stomach were reminders of what had just happened..
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 01:54:21</strong>
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				Elliot didn't let the wince go unnoticed.&nbsp; It made him smile, in fact.&nbsp; They returned to the lesson which lasted another twenty minutes.&nbsp; The material was rudimentary for Elliot, so he was able to let his eyes wander over the boy's nude form while he pointed the pertinent details out.&nbsp; Dave's hard cock was poking his abdomen and didn't hide from Elliot's spying eye.&nbsp; He would have liked to tease the boy a little more by touching and rubbing against it, but Dave really did need to learn the material for the exam coming up on Monday.<br><br>As they finished the final page of the chapter, Elliot flipped the book closed and ruffled Dave's hair playfully.&nbsp; "I think you'll do good, Dave.&nbsp; Just take tomorrow to study and refresh yourself on the material, and on Monday, you'll do great on the quiz."&nbsp; The man said before walking back into the living room.&nbsp; He bent and fetched his shorts, slipping them on quickly before turning to Dave.<br><br>"Please, come and dress now, Dave.&nbsp; The lesson is over and you may go."&nbsp; Elliot said.&nbsp; He watched the young man pack up his books and then move to dress.&nbsp; The man's eyes were on him the entire time, and it almost looked as if the boy were reluctant to go home.&nbsp; That brought another smile to his lips.<br><br>With a short farewell and a pat to Dave's rear snuck in, Elliot let the young brunette out the front door to head home.&nbsp; Dave would do splendidly on the test, but what the boy didn't know was Dave's exam would be a little different than the rest of the class.<br><br>The weekend passed without further incident, and Monday morning came all too soon.&nbsp; Elliot was already in the class room, a stack of papers in his hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 15:46:54</strong>
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				The rest of the session passed without incident - much to Dave's annoyance. Yes, he was naked - yes, his rear stung like hell - and yes, he had an erection, but otherwise it was just like any normal tutoring session would be. Boring, in other words. Eventually, they reached the final page of the chapter and Elliot shut the book. Dave looked up at him hopefully, to see whether that meant they'd be doing anything more along the lines of the... different lessons being taught to him. Unfortunately though, this was not the case, and Elliot simply went back into the lounge to put his shorts back on, telling Dave to get dressed as well. Following orders, the boy put his clothes back on slowly, as if trying to tell Elliot he didn't want to leave, and hoping that the teacher would pick up on that and decide to do something again. <br><br>But, after a quick smack to his rear, making him wince again, Dave was all but shoved out the door to walk home. The rest of the weekend went quickly, aside from a long masturbation session in bed later that night - thinking of his antics earlier in the day, of course. Monday rolled around, and first thing on a Monday meant Biology - with Elliot. Er, Mr Woodworth, even. Dave had to remember that whatever happened between them had to stay a secret, for both their sakes. Sliding into the classroom with his friends, Dave sat down at his desk and awaited the test paper, whilst managing to not make eye-contact with Mr Woodworth. He was reasonably sure he knew all the material now, but, one was never perfectly sure when it came to tests...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 02:19:49</strong>
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				His eyes were on Dave as soon as he entered, watching the clothed body move along toward his seat.&nbsp; It was only two days ago that he had the boy half across his lap while slobbering over his erection like a kid lapping an ice cream cone.&nbsp; It was kind of cute now that Elliot thought back on it.&nbsp; He idly wondered if the boy's rear had recovered, and as Dave sat in his seat, he saw no wince of pain.&nbsp; No matter, there was much time for harsher punishments, and Dave would have them whether he thought he was obeying correctly or not.<br><br>Once all the students were seated, Elliot looked around at all the students and began his usual exam spiel.&nbsp; "You have the entire class period to complete the exam.&nbsp; Once you are finished, please quietly bring your test to my desk and place it face down neatly.&nbsp; Then, you are free to go."&nbsp; He ended before beginning at one side of the room to pass out the tests.&nbsp; He passed down each row, handing each student a test, and when he approached Dave, he gave the boy one as he did any other student.&nbsp; After finishing passing out the tests, Elliot moved to the desk at the front where he took his seat and began to read a book he had brought though he would check on Dave every once in a while.<br><br>Dave would find his test started as the other students' tests did, but halfway down the second page, Elliot slipped in special questions for the boy.&nbsp; It was the true or false section which went through different facts about processes and physiology.&nbsp; However, one was sure to catch Dave's eye...<br><br>True or False: You enjoyed sucking off Mr. Woodworth on Saturday.<br><br>Elliot waited for the reaction, and he got it.&nbsp; It brought a smile to his face, and the questions on Dave's exam would only get more sexual.&nbsp; The last section was an essay portion, and Elliot included one question for Dave where he must describe in detail how it felt to be smacked by the ruler.&nbsp; The man couldn't wait to grade it, and the man made sure to leave a note at the bottom of the last page for Dave to meet him in his office after class.&nbsp; His plans were just beginning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 21:42:43</strong>
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				Watching Woodworth as he started handing out the test papers to the class, Dave looked down at his desk when the man approached, not wanting to make eye contact. The paper was put down on the table in front of him, and Dave got stuck in straight away. The first page was pretty straight forward, just a few definition questions. He breezed through them, thankful for the amount of time that he and Woodworth had actually studied the material. The second page was a long list of true or false questions - again, pretty easy. Until, that is, he got down to about halfway. There, in black and white on the page, was the question:<br><br>True or False: You enjoyed sucking off Mr. Woodworth on Saturday.<br><br>Reading it, Dave didn't quite register what it said at first, and had to look again. Only then did he do a double-take. This... this couldn't be... He looked around the class briefly, as if to see whether anyone was having a similar reaction - although why they would be, he didn't know. Nope, nobody - it was just him with this question. Of course... this must be one of Woodworth's games. Shifting a little uncomfortably in his chair, Dave circled "True". Flicking through the rest of the paper, he saw that amongst the normal questions there were many other questions of a similar nature to this one. Obviously, Woodworth had specially changed his test for him. And, if he didn't answer the questions in the way Woodworth wanted him to, he'd fail anyway. He was guessing that would be the case, anyway. Sighing in annoyance - and maybe just a little bit of excitement, that if any of his friends looked over his shoulder to cheat, he and Woodworth would be found out - Dave got cracking on the rest of the paper.<br><br>Eventually, he finished the test, essay question and all, and stood up, walking to the front of the class and putting his paper down on the table. Making eye contact with Woodworth for a moment to flash a small smile at him, Dave walked out of the classroom. He had about 10 minutes left until the period ended, and he had to go see Woodworth in the office, so he walked to the cafeteria and got a quick snack and drink of water. Eating and drinking them on the way to the office, Dave managed to time it perfectly so that when the bell went, he was already standing outside the teacher's office. This way, he couldn't possibly be late, and Woodworth would have no reason to... punish him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 19:01:29</strong>
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				When Elliot came through the stairwell door to the upper floor where his office was, Dave was waiting obediently outside his door.&nbsp; The young man must have planned to make sure he wasn't late.&nbsp; That fact alone made the man smile.&nbsp; He hadn't planned on punishing him now anyway, but there were other matters to discuss.<br><br>The older man walked down the hall, a&nbsp; stack of papers under his arm which were no doubt the test he'd just given.&nbsp; He fished his keys from his trouser pocket as he approached Dave, giving the boy a rather bemused smile.&nbsp; Elliot slipped his office key in the door, turning it to unlock his office.&nbsp; He pushed the door open to let his young pupil in, and after they were both inside, he closed the door behind him and locked it.<br><br>"Thank you for being prompt, Dave."&nbsp; The man said, dropping the stack of papers on his desk rather nonchalantly.&nbsp; He moved behind his desk and sat down, curling his fingers together before touching them to his chin as he gazed at Dave for a moment.&nbsp; His stare was predatory, and he remained silent for a long minute, watching the boy squirm under his stare.<br><br>"I'm very pleased with your work, Dave.&nbsp; You've paid attention during our tutoring sessions well.&nbsp; Now, I would like to make sure you do the same during my class period."&nbsp; He said flatly before pulling open a side drawer and digging in for something.<br><br>"Please stand, Dave.&nbsp; Pull down your pants and underwear."&nbsp; The man said, turning to look him back in the eye as he pulled the object from the drawer.&nbsp; It was a small black plug, probably the with of two of the man's fingers and about as long.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 21:56:19</strong>
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				Leaning against the wall, for all intents and purposes being the typical high school student told to come to a teacher's office, Dave heard the approaching footsteps of Mr Woodworth, and looked up slowly, almost sullenly. Anyone who didn't know the truth of the matter would think that he didn't want to be there. As Woodworth unlocked the door and went in, Dave followed him, his shoulders slumped a little to further show his disappointment at being there. The instant the door was shut and locked, though, his demeanor changed. He straightened up, and his expression brightened. Suddenly, he was the model pupil. If Elliot had noticed it, he'd probably be chuckling inside. <br><br>Sitting down in the chair opposite the teacher, across the desk, Dave met his stare for a few seconds, before looking away again, shifting uncomfortably in the seat. God, he hated those looks of Elliot's. They could reduce him to a nervous wreck in a couple of seconds. Finally, after about a minute - although it felt like much longer to Dave - the man spoke. Complimenting Dave on the good work he was doing during the tutoring sessions - presumably not meaning the actual book-work he did - he said something about wanting Dave to do the same during the class periods. At that, Dave's face went bright red. Surely he couldn't mean... he didn't want Dave to... could he?<br><br>Elliot pulled something out of a drawer, and told Dave to take off his trousers and underwear. Looking at the object between his fingers, Dave wondered for a moment what it was - and then realisation dawned. His face went even redder - Elliot wanted him to have that.. in him, during classes? That was - well, it would be uncomfortable. And embarrassing, even if nobody could see it. But, that was probably why Elliot was doing this, to further show his power over the poor boy, to make him both excited and embarrassed at the same time, when he wasn't even around. In any case, he couldn't get out of this, so... Standing up, Dave unbuckled his belt, undid his zip and pushed his trousers down, taking his underwear with them. He was naked from the waist down now, and his cock was fully visible - and at a little under half-mast. That wasn't what Elliot really wanted though, it was his other... asset, his rear, that the man wanted this time. Guessing ahead of what had been told to him, Dave turned around to face the wall, and bent over a little way, exposing his hole entirely to Elliot, ready for the plug to be inserted - hopefully with at least a little lube.. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 16:01:02</strong>
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				Elliot couldn't help but grin as he watched the boy obey.&nbsp; The man sat back in his chair, leaving the small plug sitting on its base atop his desk.&nbsp; His fingers braided together before he set them on his abdomen while watching Dave push down his pants and underwear to reveal his half-hard cock.&nbsp; The older man knew it wouldn't be that way for long.&nbsp; To the teacher's surprise, Dave took a ready stance against the wall.&nbsp; He was learning quite well.<br><br>The brownish haired man slowly stood, taking the plug in his hand.&nbsp; He slowly walked over to Dave, and upon stepping beside him, the man crouched down to look up at the boy's face as he bent over.<br><br>"Very good, Dave.&nbsp; I'm happy to see you're taking initiative in our tutoring sessions."&nbsp; The man said before reaching up to caress the boy's cheek with his thumb.<br><br>"Open your mouth."&nbsp; He simply said while looking at him in the eyes, and when the boy obeyed, Elliot slipped the plug between Dave's lips.<br><br>"Do not bite, only suck."&nbsp; The man ordered before standing and moving behind the boy.<br><br>Once behind Dave, he let his hand grip one mound of the pale, fleshy rear, kneading it between his fingers roughly.&nbsp; Just then, a knock came to the man's door.<br><br>"Mr. Woodworth?"&nbsp; Came the voice, sounding like another student.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 17:33:34</strong>
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				Looking up into Elliot's face when the man crouched down by his side, Dave smiled at him. It was a warm smile, a thank you smile for the praise he'd just received. When Elliot caressed his cheek, Dave nuzzled his hand, almost unconsciously moving into the teacher's open palm. Upon the command to open his mouth, Dave did as ordered, parting his lips wide. For a moment, the boy wondered whether Elliot was going to get him to pleasure him again - which he wouldn't have minded, anyway. But no, a second later the plug was pushed into his mouth, and Dave closed his lips around it, holding it in by the base. It felt bigger than it looked, when it was inside his mouth - but he could still breathe, so he really didn't mind it. Plus, he had a feeling that it would feel even larger when it was in his rear.<br><br>Nodding in understanding when Elliot told him to suck on it, but not bite it, Dave closed his eyes and began sucking on it, swirling his tongue around it as if it were Elliot's cock. Feeling a hand grasp one of his rear cheeks and squeeze it, he let out an involuntary groan around the plug. Then, he froze, his eyes snapping wide open as a knock sounded at the door and a voice called into the room from behind the door. It sounded like Lee, one of his best friends! Dave turned his head around, to look at Elliot, panic in his eyes. What would happen, if Lee came in and saw them? Nothing good, definitely! The fact that the door was locked was forgotten in his surprise and panic. Lee couldn't get in until Elliot let him in - but even so, how was Elliot going to send him away? if indeed he was going to send him away at all. It was possible the teacher would let him in, but, in that case, what were they supposed to do? Get dressed again, and hide the butt plug away until next time seemed like a reasonable option, but it was unlikely Dave would get away from this that easily...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 22:18:29</strong>
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				Elliot looked toward the door, not particularly surprised or startled, nor was he in any hurry to rush either of them back into decency.&nbsp; He simply reached up and pulled the plug from Dave's mouth before moving to step behind the boy.<br><br>"I'm sorry, Lee.&nbsp; Could you wait just a moment.&nbsp; I seemed to have had a clumsy moment and have scattered the tests all over the floor.&nbsp; I wont be but a minute."&nbsp; The older man called out before he grasped one of Dave's rear cheeks in his hand, bending over to whisper into the boy's ear.<br><br>"I suggest you be very quiet, Dave, or you'll get us both in trouble.&nbsp; Now relax."&nbsp; He said to the boy before touching the saliva lubed end of the plug to the boy's tight entrance.&nbsp; Slowly, he began to push until it broke through the seal, and he didn't stop until it was resting neatly inside the boy.<br><br>"Good boy, Dave.&nbsp; Now pull up your pants and kneel under my desk.&nbsp; He can't see you there."&nbsp; Elliot whispered before moving aside and sliding the lock on the door open silently.&nbsp; Dave hurriedly slipped his jeans back up before scurrying to kneel under the teacher's desk.&nbsp; The older man followed behind, slipping into his chair and scooting up close to the desk and putting Dave's head right between his thighs.&nbsp; However, what the boy didn't know he was going to do was unzip his pants which the man then did.<br><br>Elliot fished inside his trousers and pulled out his semi-hard cock, pressing the head right against Dave's lips to hopefully give him the clue he needed.&nbsp; The older man then grabbed the stack of tests in both hands.&nbsp; "Come in now, Lee."&nbsp; The door opened just as Dave took the head of his cock into his mouth, but Elliot didn't let on that anything out of the ordinary was happening.&nbsp; He tapped the stack of papers on the desk as if to straighten them, keeping up the facade that he actually had been cleaning up the mess.<br><br>"Hey, Mr. Woodworth.&nbsp; I was wondering if you could explain the homework to us again.&nbsp; I'm kinda fuzzy on it."&nbsp; Lee said.<br><br>"Of course.&nbsp; Please take a seat over there and take out your book.&nbsp; I only have about twenty minutes, so I hope that will be enough."&nbsp; The man said while proceeding to explain the homework, pointing out pages in the book that Lee had brought, all while Dave was pleasuring him under the desk.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 23:26:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elliot appeared, to Dave at least, to be too calm given the situation. They could get found out at any second, and yet he was rather relaxed. A hand reached for the plug in Dave's mouth, and he parted his lips to let the black object be pulled out, a string of saliva connecting his tongue and the tip of the plug for a second. Listening to what Elliot was whispering to him, Dave bit his lip anxiously. He wasn't still going to- Ah! The plug was pressed up against his entrance. His body tensed up in response, and he whimpered softly. Not making a noise was going to be.. difficult. As the plug was pushed further into him, and the pain of his hole being widened by it increased, Dave tried desperately to relax, knowing that being tense would just make things worse.<br><br>Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, the widest part of the plug passed his entrance, and it closed up around the thin part of the base, letting Dave sigh with relief. He'd managed to not make many noises, apart from the odd pained whimper. The plug felt odd inside him - he couldn't quite describe how it felt. Uncomfortable, but not intolerable, and not completely unpleasing, either. It probably helped that he'd lubed it up so well in his mouth. Quickly, Dave pulled up his boxers and pants - the plug shifted about as he did so, causing him to whimper softly again - and ducked under Elliot's desk. Sitting down on the floor, the thing inside him pushed upwards, never letting him forget that it was there. He'd have to be very careful not to make a sound while Lee was in the room. <br><br>Elliot pushed his chair in tight underneath the desk, and put Dave's head between his legs. The boy was glad that they were so close - it would be harder for Lee to see him like this - but when the teacher got his cock out and pressed it against his lips, Dave did a double-take. He couldn't be serious! It was one thing making him have a butt-plug in during lessons, but making him suck his cock beneath the desk while his best friend stood oblivious less than a metre away! It was insanity! But... he had to do it. If he didn't, then he'd just get punished later, and he didn't particularly want another caning. His cheeks had only just recovered from the last one. Besides, the added thrill of nearly being caught... the strain at the front of Dave's trousers was a testament to how he was enjoying this, secretly. <br><br>Opening his mouth again, Dave took the head of Elliot's cock past his lips and started to suck on it. Using his tongue a lot, swirling around and around, he tried to go as slowly as possible, to pleasure Elliot as slowly as possible. The longer it took for the man to near his orgasm, the less likely it was that they'd be caught, as he'd have time to explain to Lee the homework and send him away again before he started making noise. Also, if Dave went slowly, he'd be less likely to gag and make the noise that came with that... <br><br>All the while, the butt plug in Dave's ass was driving him crazy, and his cock was so hard, it nearly hurt. It must be the excitement of the situation, turning him on - which was strange, he would have expected that nearly being caught would be a stressful, scary experience, one that would have the opposite result to turning him on... He was very tempted to reach into his pants and start masturbating, but, if he did he'd probably start moaning. The art of keeping quiet was something he hadn't quite yet mastered. So, he kept himself busy by secretly pleasuring Elliot while he and Lee discussed this week's homework. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 23:45:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The explanation to Lee went like clockwork, and all the while, Elliot was getting off on both having Dave suck him off in secret and having such control over the boy.&nbsp; Dave's mouth was like heaven on his cock.&nbsp; It took some doing, but Elliot managed not to make any sounds or motions while he talked to lead Lee to think that anything was happening.<br><br>With a final nod from the boy, Lee stood to leave, closing the door behind him.&nbsp; That was when Elliot pulled his chair back, pulling his cock out of Dave's mouth in the process.&nbsp; He looked down with a rather pleased look on his face before beckoning the boy closer.&nbsp; "Come here, Dave.&nbsp; You're not finished."&nbsp; The man said softly, and slowly, Dave crawled out and began to resume his work on Elliot's cock.&nbsp; With Lee gone, they could make more noise which Elliot took advantage of.<br><br>"Good boy, Dave.&nbsp; The lesson for today is practice...practice taking me deeper."&nbsp; The man said, placing a hand on the back of Dave's head and pulling him down further on his cock.&nbsp; He knew the boy was inexperienced, but Elliot wanted him to be well versed in the art of pleasing men, specifically him.&nbsp; It would be a process though.&nbsp; He felt the thick head of his cock bump against the boy's throat, and a gag was heard.&nbsp; Elliot allowed Dave to pull off fully, sputtering a bit.&nbsp; His lips were shiny with saliva and the precum that he drooled, and it made the boy look to enticing.<br><br>The man dropped his hand down and ran the back of his fingers along Dave's cheek as before.&nbsp; "Good.&nbsp; Try again."&nbsp; He said softly, nudging Dave's head forward to take him again.&nbsp; That would be the process until there was nearly no gag reflex left for the boy.&nbsp; Several times there was gagging, and for the better part of an hour, while most of the other students and teachers left for the day, Elliot spent the time teaching Dave.<br><br>When the boy finally took Elliot down his throat to the base and began to bob slowly on his shaft, the older man smiled.&nbsp; "Very good, Dave.&nbsp; Very good.&nbsp; Now finish me off."&nbsp; He ordered, and let the boy do as he wished with that, releasing his hand from Dave's head.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 18:32:08</strong>
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				Finally, the discussion about homework going on above him finished, and Lee left the room. Dave sighed a breath of relief, thankful that his friend had left and he hadn't been caught. His sigh turned into a bit of a moan as he adjusted his position in the first time in a while, causing the butt plug in him to shift around. The sensations he had nearly gotten used to changed suddenly, pleasure and pain emerging again. Elliot pushed his chair back, and let Dave crawl out from beneath the desk. That didn't mean that Dave was finished, though. He had been ordered to pleasure Elliot, and the teacher hadn't had an orgasm yet - thus, his task was incomplete. <br><br>Looking up and meeting Elliot's eyes, Dave continued to pleasure the man with his mouth. His own ass and cock were crying for more attention, even with the butt plug, but he didn't dare touch himself. Who knew what Elliot would punish him with if he came without being told to. A hand pushed on the back of his head, forcing his mouth further down the other man's shaft, the tip moving relentlessly towards the back of Dave's throat. The boy's eyes watered the further it went, until finally he could take no more, and his gag reflex kicked in. Coughing and spluttering, gasping for breath, Dave pulled off Elliot's member. A line of saliva connected his lips to the head of the man's cock. Once he'd recovered his breath, he looked up at Elliot, hoping that he'd be allowed to stop now. But no, all Elliot did was gently stroke his face, then order him to try again, pushing him back down onto his cock. <br><br>That was the order of business for a long while, the best part of an hour. Dave gagging, then Elliot forcing him to try again. Several times during this, Dave thought he was going to climax himself, just by the friction of his member rubbing against the material of his boxers. It caused him to tense up, which constricted his throat and made him gag again. Thankfully though, the gagging took his mind off the imminent orgasm and allowed himself to pull back from the edge. Eventually, the boy managed to take the entire length of Elliot's cock into his mouth, without gagging. Pleased with his efforts, Elliot told him to 'finish him off'. Pulling off for a second to take a breath and nod his understanding, Dave slid his mouth back over the man's shaft, using his new-found ability to suppress the gag reflex to take the entire length in. Licking and pressing against the underside of the shaft with his tongue, Dave bobbed up and down, moving along the entire length from base to tip and back again. Reaching up with one hand, he also began to play with the man's balls. Surely it couldn't be long now until Elliot came - after an hour or so of oral, he had to be as close to an orgasm as Dave was - right?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 22:04:42</strong>
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				Elliot smiled down at the boy as he obeyed, taking his member back down his throat without a gag to be heard.&nbsp; "Good boy."&nbsp; The man said softly, petting Dave's soft brown hair.&nbsp; The boy was doing wonderful, and he even began to massage over Elliot's sack with a hand, pleasuring the man even more without encouragement.&nbsp; Elliot was, indeed, close to orgasm, especially after the hour long session of tutoring his boy in the art of how to take a man's cock without trouble.&nbsp; He'd done well and was contemplating giving him a test on the subject later.&nbsp; For now, he was satisfied to have Dave kneeling at his feet in his office.<br><br>The man gave a hearty grunt with a gasp to follow.&nbsp; His cock twitched in the boy's mouth, and with a muffled groan, he began to shoot thick jets of cum into Dave's mouth.&nbsp; Elliot's hand once more found itself at the back of the boy's head to prevent him from pulling off.&nbsp; He would make the boy drink it all down like a good pupil.&nbsp; "Nnngh...good, Dave...swallow it all..."&nbsp; He grunted out through gritted teeth as more of the milky substance splattered over the young man's tongue.&nbsp; Elliot could feel Dave's throat flexing as he swallowed it down until his orgasm began to wane in strength.&nbsp; A final spurt came, and the man pulled his cock free, smearing the remnants on the boy's cheek before slipping his member back into his trousers and zipping up.<br><br>"Very good, Dave.&nbsp; Our session is finished for today.&nbsp; I have homework for you though..."&nbsp; He said before pushing his chair back and walking over to the door, his hand on the knob threatening to open it.&nbsp; "...you are to keep the plug in at all times.&nbsp; You may only take it out when you use the bathroom, be sure to clean it each time you do before putting it back inside you.&nbsp; If you find it difficult, just suck on it again before slipping it back inside.&nbsp; I also must inform you that our sessions after school must cease for the time being.&nbsp; We can pick back up next week though.&nbsp; Yes, that means you must keep the plug in until our next session.&nbsp; I expect to find it when I look you over next Monday, and I <em>will</em> find out if you lie to me about keeping it in."&nbsp; The man threatened.<br><br>By this time, Dave had gotten to his feet and grabbed his bag.&nbsp; It was just as the boy was wiping his face and sucking the remnants of the man's seed from his lips did Elliot open the door.&nbsp; "On with you, Dave.&nbsp; I must be leaving now."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 23:13:13</strong>
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				Keeping up his ministrations, Dave could sense Elliot getting close to his climax. It wouldn't be long now, he thought to himself briefly. And then, just after the thought crossed his mind, a hand entwined itself in his hair, holding him in position down on Elliot's cock. The shaft pulsed in his mouth, sending cum down his throat and into his mouth. Coughing and spluttering - not quite gagging, but close - Dave tried his hardest to swallow it all. Most of it was just slipping down anyway, thanks to the tip being down his throat, but some was coming back up into his mouth, and with Elliot's cock holding his jaws open, it was hard to swallow. He managed though, just about, a small amount dribbling out and down his chin. Finally, it was over, and Elliot pulled his cock out of Dave's mouth and wiped it across the boy's cheek, smearing a little bit of cum across his face. <br><br>Using his hands to clean himself up, licking his fingers clean of the teacher's seed, Dave listened to what Elliot was telling him. Keep the plug in at all times - that would be uncomfortable, but, he thought he could do it. For a whole week? It was a long time, but, he hoped he could do it. Standing up and fetching his bag, Dave bit his lip to hold back a groan as his ass clenched around the plug even more whilst he moved. Walking stiffly to the door, a bulge in his pants showing his arousal, he smiled softly at Elliot as he passed the man. "See you in class, sir!" He wasn't going to question why the tutorial sessions were stopping - if that was Elliot's decision, there was nothing he could do to persuade him otherwise.<br><br>The walk home from the school was uncomfortable, yes, but he didn't really mind the constant pressure inside him. It felt kinda good anyway, and it reminded him of Elliot - of what the man could do to him. Once home, he went straight up to his room and started working on some homework. His mind was only half in it though, the other half somewhat distracted, and it took him longer to finish than it would have done normally. Sighing with relief when he finally completed it, Dave laid down on his bed. For a moment, the plug was uncomfortable, but the soft mattress and the fact that he was getting used to it helped smooth that feeling. His cock twitched inside his pants, and reminded him of his need. After a quick look to see that his door was locked - it was - Dave undid his flies and pushed his pants and boxers down, freeing his cock. <br><br>A few strokes later - a couple of hours of constant arousal made it pretty easy for him - and a mind-blowing orgasm later, Dave went downstairs, with his pants back on, to watch TV, have dinner and play on the computer for a while until it was time to sleep. Around 11pm, Dave was tucked up in bed in his pajamas, the plug still inside him. Closing his eyes and trying to drift off to sleep, he realised he couldn't. It was the plug - it made sleep near-impossible. Frowning, Dave thought about what he could do. Take it out was an obvious answer, but, Elliot said to keep it in at all times, which included at night, right? Then again... he'd never know if Dave did take it out to go to sleep... Getting up and going to the bathroom, Dave locked the door behind him, then stripped off his clothes. Time to get the plug out. Gripping the base with one hand, he gently maneuvered it out. Getting it past the widest part hurt like hell, after all this time of having it in him, but he managed - and without making any loud noises, as well. Didn't want to alert his parents. After that, it pretty much just slipped out. Washing it up in the sink, as told to do so every time he took it out, Dave dried it off and put it in a pajama pocket then crept back to his room. Hiding it under his bed, he crawled back under the covers and went to sleep. <br><br>In the shower the next morning, he slipped it back into himself, grunting a little with the effort, but the hot running water made it a lot easier than he thought it would be. He had Elliot later that day, period 3, for biology. The entire morning, he sat in classes, the plug rubbing against his insides and making him shift on his chair occasionally. His attention wasn't exactly on the teacher - more like, he was imagining what the lesson with Elliot later would be like. He was rather looking forward to it. After an agonisingly long lunch break, Dave was sat in the biology classroom, ready to start the class - waiting for Elliot to arrive. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 22:48:37</strong>
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				The remainder of the week went by uneventfully for Elliot though there was the lingering thought of how his little pupil was doing.&nbsp; All throughout his classes with Dave, the boy would fidget a bit here and there, and it made the man smile inwardly.&nbsp; He kept up his statement though.&nbsp; They would not have any sessions for the rest of the week.&nbsp; The material they were covering now was not as difficult as previous, so it wouldn't warrant any extra help for Dave.<br><br>The weekend came and went pleasantly, and soon enough, the next Monday rolled around.&nbsp; The biology class had begun, and Elliot could tell that Dave was rather antsy at this point.&nbsp; His eyes would make contact with the man's own green ones fairly often, and it seemed the young man was fidgeting a bit more than normal.&nbsp; At long last, the bell finally rang to end the period, and Elliot made his way over to Dave as the students filed out.&nbsp; "I want to see you in my office, Dave."&nbsp; He said softly after the last student had made their quick exit from the room.<br><br>The older man then collected his things and made his way upstairs.&nbsp; Dave had rushed out like the eager beaver he was, but the older man couldn't tell if it was from anticipation or relief of having the plug out.&nbsp; It should have done its job by now of loosening the boy up, and it would be a sore disappointment if the man found out that he hadn't followed orders and left it in at all times.&nbsp; Elliot secretly hoped he hadn't, and even if he did, the man could still technically not believe him and do as he wished.<br><br>Elliot climbed the stairs once more and turned the corner to find Dave standing in front of his door.&nbsp; The man smiled and fished his keys free from his pocket.&nbsp; He unlocked the door and let the young man in before closing and locking it behind him.&nbsp; The man dropped his things on his desk and then turned to lean on the large piece of furniture while staring at Dave.<br><br>He finally spoke up as the boy stood motionless staring back.&nbsp; "Well?&nbsp; Out with it.&nbsp; Did you do your homework as you had been told?&nbsp; Drop your pants and underwear and show me please, Dave."&nbsp; The man ordered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 14:00:53</strong>
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				The lesson passed without incident, however, much to Dave's relief. Or annoyance. It was one of the two, but he wasn't quite sure which. It would have been thoroughly enjoyable if something had happened, but... the risk of being caught was also high, and he didn't particularly like the odds. The rest of the day followed suit, as did the week. Not once did Woodworth do anything that could be considered out of the ordinary. Just in case, though, Dave did keep the butt plug in him whilst at school, as he didn't want to be caught unawares by the man and punished for not keeping it in. At home however was a different story. Coming home from school each day, he'd quickly lock himself in the bathroom and pull out the plug. A couple of times it seemed stuck, but a bit of twisting, pulling and soap, and it always came free. Similarly, trying to get it back in each morning, doing it in the shower turned out to be the best option - the hot, running water relaxed his muscles and eased the tension, making it easier to get in. <br><br>Finally, after a weekend of homework and not having the butt plug in, Monday morning rolled around again. It was almost with an air of dread that Dave slipped the plug into his hole in the shower, knowing that he'd disobeyed Elliot's order to keep it in at all times. The man couldn't possibly know that he'd been disobeyed, but then, he did have a habit of surprising Dave. Who knew what would happen today. Every step on the way to school seemed to weigh heavily, and time seemed to slow down as he walked through the corridors of the building towards the biology classroom. Sitting down in his seat, butterflies in his stomach, he awaited Woodworth's arrival and the start of the lesson.<br><br>Like the lessons last week, this one went without incident - until the end, that is. Woodworth came up to him as he was packing up his things, and told him to see him in his office. Gulping slightly, Dave nodded and ran out of the classroom, heading straight up to the teacher's office and waiting outside the door. In due time, the man himself arrived and opened the door, letting Dave in. The door was shut and locked behind him, giving him no escape, even if he wanted it. Elliot went to the desk, and leaned against it. Silence reigned supreme in the room for a few seconds, making Dave even more nervous, before finally being broken by Elliot asking whether he'd done his homework, and telling him to drop his pants and underwear. <br><br>Unbuckling his belt and undoing his flies, Dave let his trousers fall to the floor, his boxers quickly following suit. Then, turning around and bending over a little way, he presented his rear to the man, showing him the black plug wedged in between his cheeks. "Yes, sir, I kept it in at all times, just like you asked me to do!" He said softly. It was a baldfaced lie - while he had kept it in at school, he most definitely had not kept it in every moment of every day - in fact, not at all over the weekend. He just hoped Elliot wouldn't be able to tell this. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 17:48:43</strong>
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				Elliot grinned as he watched Dave closely.&nbsp; Once those milky rear cheeks came into view, he felt a stirring in his loins.&nbsp; Snugly settled between them was the base of the black plug, nestled perfectly where he'd placed it a week ago.&nbsp; "You're sure, Dave?"&nbsp; The man asked again, fingers reaching out to prod the base of the plug and elicit delectable sounds from the boy.&nbsp; His fingers grasped the base firmly, and slowly, Elliot twisted the plug a bit inside the boy while waiting for his answer.<br><br>Dave covered with another lie, and for the moment, the older man believed him.&nbsp; He gently began to tug at the plug, watching as the widest part slowly came into view.&nbsp; A rather loud grunt came from Dave as he pulled a bit more until the plug slipped free.&nbsp; Elliot's other hand came up to slip three fingers into the now empty orifice, gently thrusting them in and out slowly as he continued to listen to his pupil sound out.<br><br>Elliot set the plug on his desk before moving his hand back up to grasp a handful of Dave's hair.&nbsp; He yanked back suddenly, pulling his fingers from the boy's hole.&nbsp; "Now Dave, today's lesson is going to be more like an exam."&nbsp; He said deeply as he pulled the boy over behind his desk by his hair.&nbsp; With a shove of his hips, he pushed the boy against his desk, following through with his hand to bend Dave over with his hand gripping the lad's head.&nbsp; A foot kicked the boy's feet apart abruptly while the man's free hand unfastened his belt and unzipped his trousers.&nbsp; He fished his already hard cock free and slowly began to rub the head up and down the boy's crevice.<br><br>"If you're telling me the truth, Dave...you should have no problem with today's exam..."&nbsp; Elliot said with a slight growl before pressing the thick head against his pupil's twitching entrance.&nbsp; He added pressure against the pink tightness, more and more, until slowly he felt it give way.&nbsp; Dave began to let out a loud noise, but his hand which was holding the boy's hair moved to clamp over Dave's mouth.&nbsp; "Now now, Dave...are you not telling me the truth?"&nbsp; Elliot asked before bucking his hips forward to feed a few inches into the young man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 13:00:40</strong>
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				The butt plug was prodded a little, moving it about inside Dave slightly, causing the boy to gasp quietly, a moan on the tip of his tongue. The prodding turned to a twisting, pushing that moan out of his mouth, the barely audible sound only just reaching Elliot's ears. "Yes, I'm sure!" Dave panted after answering the question, the sensations coming from his rear making it a little tricky to keep his breathing regular. Soon, the twisting became pulling, as Elliot began to pull the plug out from Dave's rear. Grunting loudly as the widest part of the plug was pulled out, Dave let out a sigh of relief as the rest of it just slipped out. His ass felt slightly weird, now, as there wasn't anything filling it. That was quickly remedied, however, as Elliot stuck three fingers into him and thrust them in and out, eliciting several appreciative moans from the boy. <br><br>Suddenly, his hair was grabbed and pulled, making him yelp in surprise as he was forced to bend over the desk, his feet spread wide apart, leaving his rear rather exposed. He could feel something rubbing up and down his crevice, and knew instinctively that it was Elliot's cock. A moment of panic clouded his mind, and he thrashed about on the desk for a second to try and get free, but Elliot held him down firmly, and Dave quickly settled down again. No, he wanted this. He'd wanted it for a while now. Elliot was finally going to fuck him... Admittedly, it wasn't quite how he was expecting this to happen, but he wasn't going to complain. <br><br>Pressure was added to Dave's hole, as the tip of Elliot's cock pressed against it, trying to gain access. It was pretty easy for Elliot to slide in, given the fact that he'd had the plug in all morning, but it might not have been as easy as if he'd had the plug in at all times for the last week. Especially over the weekend - his ass probably had a chance to recover and regain its tightness. It was certainly hurting Dave somewhat. Elliot's cock seemed even bigger now than it was when he was pleasuring him with his mouth. Grunting in pain, Dave groaned a little - and was silenced, as a hand came down over his mouth, muffling any sounds he might make. Finally, the widest part of Elliot's cock made it through Dave's hole, making the boy moan in both pleasure and pain as he was stretched and filled. At this point, any thought of lying to the man had fled Dave's mind. He shook his head side to side, indicating that he was in fact not telling the truth. Oh god... Elliot was so big... He wished now that he had kept the plug in at all times - maybe then this wouldn't be hurting quite so much. A burst of pleasure ran through Dave's body as the tip of the shaft inside him rubbed up against his prostate, momentarily drowning out the pain and making the poor boy moan loudly into Elliot's palm. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 00:09:42</strong>
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				He watched the boy shake his head, telling him the truth.&nbsp; Of course not.&nbsp; He had suspected something, but Elliot's sense for that type of thing wasn't quite that good.&nbsp; "So, you've disobeyed me.&nbsp; I'll have to correct you for that."&nbsp; He spoke deeply to the moaning boy as he bucked his hips forward again and burying the remainder of his cock deep in Dave's tight chute.&nbsp; His hips were firmly pressed against the boy now while the man gave him a moment or two to get used to his size.&nbsp; He knew he wasn't exactly the smallest, but if Dave had followed his instructions, he may not be having this difficulty right now.<br><br>Slowly, the man pulled his hips back, letting half his shaft pull free before slipping it back inside in one fluid motion.&nbsp; More noises came from the boy then.&nbsp; "You'll have to quiet down, Dave.&nbsp; I have important work to do."&nbsp; He said with a grin before picking up the receiver of the phone.&nbsp; He slowly dialed a number while his hips began to slowly pull out and thrust back in to the boy.&nbsp; Elliot brought the receiver to his ear while he listened to the light thrum that told him the number was being reached.<br><br>A woman's voice answered on the other line, and Elliot spoke in his most professional voice to her.&nbsp; "Hello, Mrs. Sampson?"<br><br>"Yes, I'm calling about Dave."&nbsp; "No, nothing's wrong.&nbsp; I'm actually quite pleased with his performance."&nbsp; He said while thrusting his hips into the boy.&nbsp; Dave suddenly began to do his best to quiet himself as he found out just who the man was talking to, but Elliot never stopped his motions.<br><br>"I'm just calling you to let you know that Dave has asked to stay a little later today."&nbsp; "Oh yes, he has improved immensely since our sessions have started."&nbsp; "Yes, he's right here."&nbsp; He spoke though Dave only heard his side of the conversation until now.&nbsp; The older man lowered the receiver to Dave's ear and mouth while whispering down to him.<br><br>"Your mother wants to speak to you.&nbsp; I would suggest not giving anything away.&nbsp; You'll be coming home with me tonight for an extra special lesson."&nbsp; He whispered and allowed the boy to talk to the woman.&nbsp; Elliot never stopped though.&nbsp; It made him grin as he saw how Dave concentrated to not give anything away.&nbsp; No moans nor gasps.&nbsp; He was gritting his teeth though and desperately trying to remain quiet.&nbsp; As their short conversation ended, Elliot took the phone back and spoke to her again.<br><br>"Thank you, Mrs. Sampson.&nbsp; I'll make sure he's not kept too late.&nbsp; Good bye."&nbsp; He said and hung up the phone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 22:24:35</strong>
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				So much for owning up to the truth in the hope that he'd go easy on him. In fact, it was the complete opposite. Rather than pulling away, or going more gently, Elliot just thrust forward, plunging his entire cock into Dave's tight rear. It felt... so big! He really couldn't think of any other words to describe it. For a second, neither of them moved, Elliot obviously giving Dave a chance to adjust to the sensations inside him, but then the teacher started to thrust in and out, sliding his cock back and forth in Dave's ass. The poor boy moaned and groaned loudly, in a weird mixture of pain and pleasure - the stretching of his hole was certainly painful, but, every movement Elliot made brushed up against his prostate, and flooded his body with delight. <br><br>Dave chewed his bottom lip when Elliot picked up the phone and started dialing. He had no idea who the man was calling, but, it would probably be a good idea not to make a sound. Although, that would be rather difficult, considering the fact that Elliot was still fucking him. The man just wouldn't stop, even when there was a high risk of them being found out! Dave kinda wished that he would put his hand back over his mouth, or otherwise gag him in some way - at least then any sounds he made would be muffled anyway. Like this, he had to try so hard to stop any and all noises from coming out...<br><br>A gasp of surprise came from him, and nearly turned into a moan - thankfully he managed to keep a lid on it before that happened, this time - when Elliot said those words, "Hello, Mrs Sampson?" Oh God... he was talking to his mother. Whilst fucking him. The nerve he had... But, Dave couldn't help but admire him a little. And strangely enough, get turned on even more. Maybe it was the even greater risk of discovery - who knew? But the poor boy could hardly think straight by the time Elliot handed the phone over to him. It was damn near impossible for him to keep completely silent over the phone, talking to his mum... even worse, because she expected him to answer back. Thankfully though, she seemed to be in a lecturing mood, and he only had to make the occasional 'Mhm' sound in reply - which was pretty much just him moaning. A couple of times, he had to say a sentence, and that was... difficult, to say the least. Trying to sound natural whilst holding back moans. <br><br>Finally though, after what seemed like an eternity to Dave but was only really a minute or so, their conversation ended, and Elliot took back the phone and hung up. The instant he put down the phone, Dave let out a long, loud moan - mostly of relief, but also of built-up pleasure that he'd held back during the phone call. He nearly came right there and then - though quite what Elliot would think of him cumming over his desk, and without permission as well, he didn't know. Although, he could feel his orgasm nearing, and it was building pretty quickly... <br><br>"You're... a bastard, sir..." He panted, between moans. "And... can I cum..?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 19:29:26</strong>
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				When he heard Dave pant out those words, Elliot immediately changed the angle of his thrusts.&nbsp; His cock grazed against the walls of the boy's innards at a rather new angle which would cause a bit of discomfort but no damage.&nbsp; When he got the response he was looking for, a rather pained groan from the boy, his hand also grasped a handful of the boy's hair, yanking his head back.<br><br>"That was rather disrespectful, Dave.&nbsp; For that, you may not cum.&nbsp; If you do, I will punish you far worse than anything you've received before."&nbsp; The man threatened while continuing to move his hips.<br><br>Elliot continued to thrust for a few more minutes until at one point, he slammed his hips all the way into the boy.&nbsp; With a rather muffled groan, his cock began to spurt thick jets of cum deep inside Dave's hole.&nbsp; The boy would likely feel it filling him as well as the man's cock pulsing with each spurt.&nbsp; The older man remained motionless with his cock buried deep inside the young man.&nbsp; When the last volley of his seed had found its home inside Dave, Elliot slowly pulled his cock free, wiping the excess on the boy's pink hole.&nbsp; Quickly, he took the plug that he'd used on the boy and inserted it back into Dave's hole to prevent any leaks.<br><br>The man stepped back, pulling his hand free from Dave's hair.&nbsp; He straightened himself, tucking his softening cock back in his underwear before pulling up his pants.&nbsp; "Stand up, boy.&nbsp; Pull your pants up and get ready to go.&nbsp; Your lesson is not over yet."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 17:04:38</strong>
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				Inside him, Dave felt Elliot change the angle of his thrusts, rubbing against his inner parts harder than before. He let out a groan of pain, which seemed to be what the man wanted from him - a sort of punishment, presumably, for calling him a bastard. His hair was grabbed and pulled backwards, yanking his head back with it, and Dave gasped in surprise. Nodding a little - he only could really nod a little, with his head being held back like that - he showed that he understood the order not to orgasm. At least he didn't have to be quiet. Hopefully it wouldn't be the last time he was ordered not to cum, and that Elliot wouldn't keep going until he couldn't hold it back anymore.<br><br>Thankfully, it was only a few more thrusts before Elliot himself came in Dave's rear, filling him with his seed. It was a weird sensation, having all of that inside him, and he nearly orgasmed at the same time as Elliot because of it. Managing to hold out, barely, Dave groaned as Elliot pulled out of him, a small bit of cum leaking out and down his inner thigh before the butt plug from earlier was shoved back into him, keeping all of the man's seed inside him. Collapsing onto the desk when his head was released, Dave lay there for a few seconds, before reaching down to pull his pants up. His legs felt weak as he stood up straight, and the material rubbing against his cock was incredibly annoying - not enough friction to make him cum, but enough to tease him. The butt plug and the cum inside him weren't helping either. <br><br>Walking out of the door, trying to walk straight and steadily, as awkward as he felt, Dave followed Elliot out of the school building and to his car, sliding into the passenger seat. None of his friends saw him, thank god, he had no idea what he'd say to them if they'd said hi. The car journey to Elliot's house seemed to stretch forever, but finally they pulled up onto the driveway. Getting out of the car - carefully, and quietly groaning a little - Dave walked over to the front door, and waited to be let in by Elliot. He had no idea what the man was planning to do to him - fuck him again, probably. Just so long as he got to cum, he'd be happy with that. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 22:58:24</strong>
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				The ride was uneventful, but Elliot did notice that Dave was rather anxious out of the corner of his eye.&nbsp; It was good because the boy would need to be on his toes for what he planned.&nbsp; The older man put the car in park and turned if off before turning to face Dave.&nbsp; "Please do as I say from now on, Dave.&nbsp; We only have about three hours before our session will be through, so I expect you to be obedient through the entire time you're here.&nbsp; Now get out and follow me inside."&nbsp; The older man said before slipping from the car and walking around toward the front door.<br><br>He slipped the key easily into the lock and pushed the door open before gesturing Dave inside.&nbsp; After they were both inside and Elliot had closed the door, the man spoke.&nbsp; "Take off all of your clothes, Dave."&nbsp; The older man said before walking into the kitchen and pouring himself a glass of water.&nbsp; He walked back into the living room to see Dave had obediently done as he'd been told.&nbsp; His cock was still hard which was no surprise to him.&nbsp; After that rather disrespectful remark in his office, he doubted if he might let the boy cum tonight or not.&nbsp; Elliot took a drink from his glass before setting it on a table and walking back toward the boy.<br><br>His hand immediately found Dave's cock and wrapped around the shaft to give very slow strokes.&nbsp; "Now...follow me into my office."&nbsp; The man said, pulling his hand away and turning to walk back into his office.&nbsp; He could hear Dave behind him, his bare feet leaving the carpet to land on the wooden floor.&nbsp; The polished wood then became hidden under a large oriental rug which his desk sat upon, large, ornate, and wooden.&nbsp; A leather couch sat perpendicular to it on a side wall and a bookshelf opposite that with many books.&nbsp; A closet sat opposite the desk, and a large window was situated behind his desk and the couch.&nbsp; Both were covered by curtains at the moment.<br><br>Elliot moved to his desk and leaned against it.&nbsp; "Did you enjoy the test today, Dave?"&nbsp; He asked flatly, crossing his arms over his chest.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 16:52:29</strong>
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				Slipping into the house behind Elliot, Dave stood inside the entrance hallway as the older man closed the door. Nodding in obedience, he began to strip all his clothes off, doing exactly as Elliot wanted him to. Very soon he was naked, his cock standing to attention and the butt plug in him visible between his cheeks. The teacher returned from the kitchen with a glass of water, took a sip from it whilst looking over the boy, and advanced towards him. A hand reached out and stroked his length, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Dave, who was already wound up from the fucking he'd had a few minutes ago. With a sigh of disappointment when Elliot released him, Dave followed him through into the office and stood in front of him, taking a quick look around the room. <br><br>His attention snapped to Elliot, when the teacher asked him whether he'd enjoyed the 'test' earlier. How to answer that... Yes, he had enjoyed being taken by the man, although the phone call to his mum during the act was somewhat unnecessary, in his opinion. Of course, it probably wouldn't be a good idea to say that to him. "Yes, sir, I did enjoy it, very much so!" Dave answered, missing out the part about the phone call. "But... please, sir, I really need to..." His sentence trailed off - Elliot had denied him permission to cum once, and it was unlikely that he would suddenly change his mind and let him. Was there any point in risking punishment in the vain hope of being allowed release? Dave realised that there wasn't. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 03:13:32</strong>
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				He simply stared at the boy, choosing to disregard his second comment.&nbsp; Slowly, the older man pushed from the desk to walk toward Dave.&nbsp; He began to circle him until he was behind the boy, pulling his arms away from himself to gently rest each on one of the young man's shoulders.&nbsp; "Mm...I knew you liked that test, Dave.&nbsp; What of the one I gave you...in class?"&nbsp; He asked, leaning in to whisper deeply into the young man's ear.<br><br>His hands began to roam down across each arm as he listened to his pupil answer.&nbsp; Elliot slipped his fingers off and then onto Dave's hips, squeezing the flesh there for a moment before pulling one hand back to travel across the rounded cheeks of Dave's ass.&nbsp; The man's finger tips grazed the base of the plug.&nbsp; His fingers grasped it gently and slowly began to twist it inside Dave which drew a nice intake of breath from the young man.<br><br>"You need to cum, is that it, Dave?"&nbsp; Elliot said after a moment, his fingers tugging on the plug and beginning to pull it free.<br><br>"What exactly do you intend to do for me to make me wish to change my mind?&nbsp; You were quite disrespectful in my office."&nbsp; The man said plainly as he gently pushed the base of the plug back in and then pulled it out again, slowly repeating the motion.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>04-03-2010, 10:24:52</strong>
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				Dave stood straight, facing forwards the whole time as Elliot circled around to behind him. Arms rested on his shoulder, which made him flinch slightly. A whispered question floated into his ear - had he enjoyed the test in class? Nodding in reply, Dave whispered back, "Yes, sir - it was a very.. thought provoking test!" Maybe not quite the answer that Elliot had expected, or wanted, but it was true - it had made him think, long and hard. The arms on his shoulders started to roam downwards, to his hips. Fingers squeezed the flesh there, then went down further, to the butt-plug nestled between his cheeks. <br><br>The plug was grasped, then twisted about a little, eliciting a gasp and a quiet moan of pleasure from the boy. Another question was asked, as the plug was pulled out a little way, then pushed slowly back in, making Dave groan appreciatively. "I, I need to cum sir! I'll do whatever you want me to!" He answered. Maybe telling Elliot that he would do anything to cum was a bad idea, but, by this point, Dave didn't really care. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 00:55:08</strong>
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				Elliot smiled broadly though he didn't let Dave see as he was still standing behind the boy.&nbsp; One hand still held firmly onto the plug, manipulating it subtly.&nbsp; He twisted it slightly and pushed it in and out while listening to every sound the young man made.&nbsp; "Hmm...whatever I want?&nbsp; I'll hold you to that, Dave."&nbsp; The older man said while pushing the plug all the way back in and letting it be for the moment.<br><br>"However, there is still the matter of you disrespecting me in my office.&nbsp; For that, you will have to apologize."&nbsp; He said in a rather strict voice.<br><br>The man turned and walked back toward his desk from behind the young man.&nbsp; Elliot sat back down in his chair and began to tidy his desk without another look toward Dave.&nbsp; It was a few minutes before his desk was cleared of most of the materials before the man looked back up at his pupil.&nbsp; "Now, apologize to me, Dave, then I will give you your final punishment before you can cum."&nbsp; He said with a slight grin.&nbsp; Elliot threaded his fingers together in front of him, looking rather sinister behind the large desk.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 13:58:54</strong>
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				Dave shifted his weight from one leg to the other, swaying slightly as Elliot pushed the plug firmly back into his rear. The boy was a little uncomfortable, what with his cock standing to attention and draining blood from other parts of his body, his legs getting a touch tired from standing in that one place while his hole was teased. Hence, the shifting, to try and get a bit more comfortable. Not that it worked particularly well, or anything. Opening his mouth, Dave was just about to start apologising when he decided against it - Elliot probably had something more to add. If he said anything before he was told to, who knew what would happen. So instead, he closed his mouth and watched the teacher tidy his desk. A few long minutes stretched out, with Dave standing completely still and completely silently. Eventually the tidying finished and Elliot addressed him once more. Punishment it was to be, then. Hopefully it wouldn't be too painful... But that was wishful thinking.<br><br>"I'm sorry for insulting you earlier, sir, I shouldn't have called you a..." Dave stopped before repeating what he'd said in the office beforehand. Better not make it worse. Swallowing nervously, he started again, saying, "I apologise, sir, and hope you'll forgive me." With that done, Dave stood still and silent again, waiting for Elliot's reply. With any luck, it'll have been a good enough apology for the older man. Who knows - if it was really good, Elliot might even decide to lessen the punishment. Whatever that was going to be. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 16:17:49</strong>
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				He smirked at the boy, closing his eyes for a moment then reopening them and looking into Dave's own eyes.&nbsp; It was good to hear the young man give him the respect he deserved.&nbsp; Should the boy do anything of the like again in the future, he would have to make sure that the punishments were fitting.&nbsp; There could be no leniency in these kinds of things.<br><br>"Thank you, Dave.&nbsp; Apology accepted."&nbsp; He said softly with a grin.&nbsp; Elliot leaned back in his chair for a moment, his eyes narrowing a bit.<br><br>"Now, for your final punishment, please come closer and climb onto my desk here.&nbsp; Face me in a squatting position."&nbsp; The older man said while he eyed the boy who may have looked confused by the order, but it was not his place to disobey even the most confusing order.<br><br>Once Dave was neatly on the desk, Elliot turned to a desk drawer next to him.&nbsp; He slid it open and reached inside.&nbsp; The man looked into Dave's eyes as he found the object he sought.&nbsp; Pulling it out, he set it on the desk between Dave's bent legs on its base.&nbsp; It was another toy though this one was a dildo and not a plug.&nbsp; It was about the same size as Elliot's cock though not exactly the same in form.&nbsp; It was flesh toned and had veins running down from the pinkish head.<br><br>"Now Dave...for your final punishment, you will sit down and pull up off of this toy here which I will slip inside you...oh...lets say...five hundred times?&nbsp; More maybe.&nbsp; And you wont be able to cum until you have done so."&nbsp; The man smiled at the boy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 17:04:54</strong>
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				Holding his breath, waiting for an answer, Dave stared at Elliot as the man closed his eyes and thought about it. Finally, after what seemed like ages, Woodworth opened his eyes and said that his apology was accepted. A sigh of relief left Dave's mouth, a visible release of tension in his shoulders following after, tension even he hadn't realised was there. Unfortunately though, there was still the matter of his punishment, and Elliot was quick off the mark, not giving him even a moment to relax. <br><br>Told to come closer, climb up and squat on the desk, Dave blinked in confusion at the command, not sure what to make of it. For a second, a frown crossed his face, but he returned to the plain expression Elliot would expect, hiding his bewilderment. It was not his place to question the man's orders after all. With care - he didn't know whether or not the desk would take his weight, although it did appear solid enough - Dave climbed up on to the desk and squatted down, his legs and feet tucked neatly underneath him, his butt resting on his ankles. He wasn't sure whether this was the exact position Elliot wanted him to be in, but there were many ways to squat and he was sure that the teacher would tell him if he'd got it wrong. <br><br>Kneeling in front of him, Dave watched as Elliot reached into a drawer and pulled out a dildo. The long object looked to be about the same length as Elliot's cock - no surprise there, he thought - and flesh coloured, with various veins sticking out of it. No doubt this was another one of Elliot's training methods. Dave licked his lips nervously as the man explained what he wanted him to do. Essentially, fuck himself 500 times with the dildo. Without having an orgasm. For someone who was already quite close to the edge, and had been for a while, this was going to be difficult. Not to mention the position itself, which was strenuous on his legs. But, he had no choice in the matter. Might as well get started, and go as far as he could. Nodding in agreement to the conditions and punishment, Dave reached underneath him with one hand, giving the butt plug already inside him a small tug. It came out easily, the position he was in making it hard for his hole to hold on tight to it. That, and the practice he'd had over the last week of taking it out and putting it in. Putting it over to one side of the desk, Dave picked up the dildo, feeling it - it felt very different to both the plug and Elliot's cock. Swallowing nervously again, he said to the other man, "Ok, sir, I'm ready. Could you put it inside me, please?" It was best to be as polite as possible right about now. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 18:46:09</strong>
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				Elliot watched with a perpetual smirk on his lips as the boy reached between his legs.&nbsp; His hand ventured back to the base of the plug, tugging it gently to pull it free.&nbsp; It slipped out, and the older man watched him set it aside and pick up the newest toy.&nbsp; The man was rather astonished and pleased with Dave's respectful request.<br><br>"Of course, Dave.&nbsp; First, why don't you place your arms behind you on the desk.&nbsp; Keep your feet flat in front of you.&nbsp; This should be more comfortable for you."&nbsp; He motioned.&nbsp; The boy nodded and obeyed.<br><br>He stared into the young man's eyes as his hand reached forward.&nbsp; His fingers teased along the boy's taint, tickling the slightly fuzzy flesh there before his middle finger worked downward toward the prize.&nbsp; His hole was still lubed enough for this, so Elliot didn't bother with applying more.&nbsp; He slid his middle finger over the pink flesh, teasing along but not going inside just yet.&nbsp; Dave's cock responded immediately by twitching and pulsing.&nbsp; It made the man grin and only continue to tease and watch it move with each of the young man's heart beats.&nbsp; He could tell it was driving Dave crazy though.&nbsp; Each sound the boy made as he watched his cock bob helplessly with the man's actions was evidence of that.&nbsp; Elliot loved it though, and since they had still a few hours to go before Dave needed to be home, there was no sense in rushing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 16:05:50</strong>
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				Nodding at the not quite advice but not quite instruction Elliot gave him, Dave repositioned himself with his feet flat on the desk and his hands resting behind him. Like this, it was a lot more comfortable on his legs, and it gave Elliot a much clearer view of his hole. A win-win all round then - presumably why he had been told to be like this. A finger pressed against him, making him jump slightly, before trailing slowly downwards to rub up against his entrance. He was being teased and he knew it. But it was working, he was playing right into Elliot's hands - literally as well as metaphorically. Dave pushed his hips forward, trying to get the teacher to stick something in him. Preferably the dildo, as he wanted to get this punishment done. Any fingering he was given would just make it all the harder for him to complete the 500 sit-downs - which was probably why Elliot was doing this teasing, so he could punish the boy some more afterwards for not doing what he was asked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 00:47:27</strong>
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				His sage green eyes glanced up as Dave gave his hips a thrust toward the prodding finger.&nbsp; He seemed rather eager for the punishment.&nbsp; Perhaps he should increase the number of thrusts.&nbsp; Elliot would make sure to wait to tell Dave this.&nbsp; His eyes turned back to the young man's hole which was just peeking out from between his two round cheeks.&nbsp; His finger poked against it, teasing it mercilessly before Elliot finally allowed his finger to push forward and breach the tender flesh.&nbsp; The moan the boy gave was perfect.&nbsp; Music to the teacher's ears.&nbsp; He let his finger play for a moment in the warmth of Dave's innards before pulling it free and reaching for the dildo.<br><br>He brought it just under the young man's hole and pressed it firmly against the desk.&nbsp; It had a convenient suction cup on the base to allow it to be placed on almost any surface.&nbsp; Elliot smiled at Dave and spoke.&nbsp; "Now lower your hole down and I'll guide it inside you."&nbsp; He said, and after Dave obeyed, the pinkish head of the toy was pressing firmly against the tender flesh of his pupil.<br><br>"Alright, Dave..."&nbsp; He began, pulling his arms back to thread his fingers together before him once more.&nbsp; "...five-hundred thrusts, and to make sure you get it right, I want you to count out each one.&nbsp; Don't go too fast or you may lose count...in which case...you'll start from the beginning."&nbsp; The man said with a smile.&nbsp; "Begin..."&nbsp; He said in his most professor-like tone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 15:36:24</strong>
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				After a few more seconds of Elliot teasing him by rubbing over his hole, the teacher finally pushed a finger into Dave's still-tight entrance. A quiet moan escaped past the boy's lips as that feeling of fullness washes over him, even if it was just a single digit. All too quickly though, Elliot pulled his finger out - thankfully, it was not part of some other way of teasing poor Dave, but was instead to grab the dildo and position it on the desk. Shuffling forward slightly, Dave moved so that his ass was above the head of the dildo, and let Elliot direct him the rest of the way. With the tip of the plastic cock pressing up against his hole, he nodded when Elliot said to begin, and slowly pushed himself down onto it. <br><br>The toy forced its way past Dave's ring, overcoming even the tensed-up muscles that his nervousness was causing. Groaning in a bit of pain as the dildo stretched his asshole open, he paused in his movement about halfway down, to get used to it. Even though he had put the butt plug in every day for a week, he still wasn't used to having something in his behind, especially not something as big or wide as the dildo he was thrusting down onto. After holding that position for a few more moments, adjusting to the sensation of being filled like this, Dave started to pull up off it again, until only the head remained inside him. "One.." He grunted quietly, before pushing back down onto the dildo again, stopping about halfway once more and getting used to it. He repeated this movement again and again, counting out each thrust like he'd been told to do, until the pain started to disappear, masked by the pleasurable sensations starting to come through. Only then did he begin to take the dildo deeper into him. It wasn't until about thrust number "Uhhh...Fifty... Oooh..." that he managed to take the full length inside him. By number "Mmm, oooone-twenty... ahhh, fuck!", Dave had increased his pace as well, fucking himself with the dildo unabashedly, his muscles burning from the repeated motion. 500 was still a long way off, and already he could feel an orgasm starting its inexorable buildup! What a cruel, cruel punishment...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 19:16:58</strong>
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				Elliot's eyes were transfixed on the disappearing and reappearing length of rubber that was currently plunging into Dave's rear.&nbsp; It took the boy about fifty or so strokes to get comfortable with it, now it seemed he was building up a rhythm.&nbsp; The man simply gave an inward chuckle to himself.&nbsp; He wasn't pacing himself.&nbsp; Instead, Dave was bucking like a stag in heat, only focused upon the pleasure.&nbsp; This exercise served a dual purpose.&nbsp; It was a punishment as well as a learning tool to help Dave hold off his orgasm.&nbsp; If Elliot were going to keep him as a proper fuck toy, he would need to learn how to hold off until the man said he could release.<br><br>When Dave began to pass the two-fifty mark, Elliot decided to give the boy a little guidance.&nbsp; Make him see that perhaps going at it from the point of pleasure alone was not going to bode very well for him.&nbsp; His hand reached forward and wrapped around Dave's hard member.&nbsp; It was slick with the juices the boy had begun to drool from the tip.&nbsp; It earned the man a heavy gasp when he touched the boy, his eyes narrowing in on Dave's.&nbsp; The boy tensed and faltered in his thrusting for a moment.&nbsp; "Don't stop, Dave...and don't lose count."&nbsp; He said quite strictly.<br><br>Elliot let his thumb rub nimbly over the head of Dave's cock, smearing his fluid along the tender flesh before he began to stroke in time with Dave's thrusts.&nbsp; It made the boy moan louder, give more delicious sounds that filled the room.&nbsp; The man's eyes observed the boy's movements as well, the muscles shifting back and forth with the rhythmic motion.&nbsp; It must have been hell for Dave, but he was young and his body athletic.&nbsp; He would be fine.<br><br>When Dave's motions began to become shaky, obviously from the amount of pleasure he was receiving, Elliot reiterated to him about the grave consequences of unloading before permission was given.&nbsp; "Do not cum until I allow you, Dave.&nbsp; It will not do you any good."&nbsp; He said, leaving the consequences quite vague and open ended.&nbsp; In all honesty, he hadn't really decided what he would make the boy do if he had erred, but he was sure his devious mind could think of something.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 15:33:39</strong>
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				Dave was quickly starting to realise what this punishment was trying to teach him. After 200 thrusts, he simply had to slow down - he was ready to burst if he did anything else. The slower pace he set himself was thankfully not enough to push him any closer to an orgasm, but it was also enough to keep him on the edge of it, not giving him any time to recover. Any slower, he thought, and Elliot would tell him off. He didn't know that for sure, but he wasn't willing to take the risk. At the two hundred and fiftieth thrust - he'd amazed himself that he'd been able to keep count, even - Elliot grabbed hold of his cock. The sensation was unexpected, and Dave moaned loudly in response. It was so close to pushing him over the edge, but he just managed to hold on. For a moment, he paused in his movements, then continued, even slower than before. Between the older man rubbing his cock, evidently aiming to give him as much pleasure as possible to see if he came, and the dildo sliding in and out of his ass, Dave was having a very hard time keeping track of what number he was on, let alone stopping himself from reaching a climax. <br><br>Somehow, he managed to muddle through, with thrust number 350 passing by slowly - or was it 330? No, no it was definitely three hundred and fifty. Or sixty. It was agonising, just moving. His muscles burned from being used in such a repetitive pattern, from repeatedly crouching up and down. He couldn't relax into it, else he'd cum, so he had to keep his core muscles tense, which made everything else tense, and the sliding even tougher to do. Four hundred slipped by, he was so close to the end. Even the slowest movements were a horrible blend of dull, aching pain in his muscles, and a gloriously pleasurable sensation in his groin. The numbers just spilled out by themselves now, Dave not even thinking about them, just about that end goal of five hundred. And then, he was there! With a guttural groan, he pushed himself down onto the dildo one last time, and said the words, "Fi.. Five hundred...". He had no idea how much time had elapsed, and his only thought was one thing - god, he needed to cum. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>25-09-2010, 16:17:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elliot had been slowly massaging and rubbing Dave's cock the entire time.&nbsp; It was quite impressive to see that he did not cum before the required five-hundred thrusts down onto the toy which was now firmly buried within the boy's silky depths.&nbsp; The man smiled again which never meant anything good.&nbsp; "Lift up, Dave."&nbsp; He said to the boy.&nbsp; "You did quite well.&nbsp; I had thought a few times you might have given up or cum too soon.&nbsp; Well done."&nbsp; Elliot said, actually giving some sort of praise to the young man.<br><br>When Dave lifted his legs slowly and shakily, the teacher reached forward and grabbed the base of the toy.&nbsp; Slowly, he pulled it all the way out of the boy's abused hole.&nbsp; Elliot set it aside on the desk before reaching forward with two fingers and unceremoniously stuffing them into the boy's hole.&nbsp; It earned him more labored noises from Dave, but that was to be expected.&nbsp; He wiggled them around rapidly, spreading them apart to test the opening.&nbsp; It was more pliable now which was good.&nbsp; He'd like to keep it that way so the boy would be ready whenever he wanted.<br><br>"I bet you need to cum, Dave."&nbsp; The man said as if the entire time he hadn't noticed all that was going on with the boy.&nbsp; His reactions, his movements, his noises.&nbsp; Elliot reached into the drawer beside him for something else.&nbsp; When his hand pulled back, he held another toy.&nbsp; It was black, smooth, and a little longer than the dildo.&nbsp; The head was slowly tapered down to a soft, rounded point, and it looked to be a little thicker than the dildo.&nbsp; "I think this will do for that."<br><br>He brought the toy forward, his fingers retreating from the clenching hole.&nbsp; The head of the thick toy made contact, and Elliot pushed, forcing the tapered end inside.&nbsp; He got a hearty grunt from the boy, but he would be fine.&nbsp; The man kept pushing despite any protests or noise.&nbsp; It was nearly three quarters of the way inside of Dave when he stopped.&nbsp; The man's forest green eyes locked with the boy's face, his fingers gripping the end of the device.&nbsp; A twist brought the vibrator to life inside him, a loud whirring now being heard.&nbsp; A gentle nudge to on side, and the head was pressing quite firmly against the boy's prostate.<br><br>Elliot's other hand grabbed Dave's cock again, aiming it right up at the boy's face.&nbsp; "Now you may cum, Dave."&nbsp; He said as he started stroking with one hand and gently massaging the poor boy's prostate with the vibrating toy with his other.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 13:04:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When Dave heard Elliot compliment him, telling him that he had done well, all he could manage was to smile in reply. A tired smile, a needy smile, but a smile nonetheless. Lifting up off the dildo for the final time, Dave grunted as Elliot pulled it out of him. Suddenly he felt very empty - the dildo had filled him for such a long time, he'd gotten used to it and now it was gone. He wasn't left like that for very long though. Two fingers were forcibly pushed into him, eliciting another moan from him. The digits wiggled about inside him, stretching his hole as if they were testing him for something. Obviously Elliot was satisfied with whatever he was looking for - it was not long before the teacher pulled out his fingers also. <br><br>Nodding in reply to the statement about him needing to cum - it wasn't a question, but he felt like it needed an answer - Dave watched warily as Elliot pulled out another dildo from a drawer. Was he going to make the boy fuck that one as well? He certainly hoped not, his muscles wouldn't be able to take much more. Not to mention the fact that it looked larger than the last one, in length and thickness. The head of the toy was placed up against his hole, and Dave relaxed as much as he could, knowing that it would be worse if he tensed up. It slid in with only a bit of resistance from his hole - it had been loosened and stretched, after all. Dave grunted and groaned as it made its way deep into him. About three-quarters of the way in, Elliot stopped pushing it. And turned on the vibrations, twisting the head so it was pressing firmly against his prostate. <br><br>Dave nearly came immediately, and it was only with a great deal of effort that he managed not to - he'd not been told he could orgasm, yet. Thankfully the permission was given not long afterwards, and it only took a stroke or two of his cock to push Dave over the edge. With a loud cry, his whole body went into spasms as the most powerful orgasm he'd ever had ripped through him. His cock throbbed and shot his seed out all over him, some going on his face while most of it landed on his chest. Finally his arms gave way, and he fell flat on his back on Elliot's desk, completely out of breath and out of this world. <br><br>It took him a minute or so to recover enough to prop himself back up on his elbows, and make eye contact with Elliot. "Thank you, sir..." He said, quietly. Then he realised that the vibrator was still inside him, buzzing away, and moaned softly once more. Surely that would be it, though? What else could Elliot possibly do to him? No, wait... he didn't want that question answered. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 22:19:18</strong>
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				His eyes lingered on the stiff flesh in his hand, his thumb teasing the underside of the head before he began to stroke again.&nbsp; The vibrations made a rather loud harmonious thrum fill the room as he held the toy with his other hand.&nbsp; The show was about to begin.&nbsp; Elliot was only able to give two long strokes before Dave could no longer handle it.&nbsp; His cry of pleasure filled the room, overtaking the constant hum of the toy, and soon to follow were the long, thick spurts of his young seed which splattered heavily on his face and chest.&nbsp; The older man could tell the experience was quite intense for in that moment, Dave lost his balance and collapsed flat on his back.&nbsp; The teacher only grinned and slowly squeezed and stroked the boy's cock some more, milking out each drop of warm semen he could.<br><br>It was only a matter of moments, however.&nbsp; The cock in his hand was already starting to deflate.&nbsp; He pulled his hand away, letting the slightly throbbing flesh lie dormant for the moment.&nbsp; His green eyes settled on his thumb which held a small glob of the young man's cum.&nbsp; Elliot brought it to his lips, his tongue swiping out to sweep it into his mouth.&nbsp; It was sweet like nectar.&nbsp; Just what he expected from a boy of Dave's ripeness.<br><br>His eyes then returned to Dave's flushed face, lips murmuring a thanks which Elliot nodded to.&nbsp; "You're welcome, Dave.&nbsp; You deserved it for being such a good student.&nbsp; Your prior insolence has been forgiven."&nbsp; The man said as he slowly pulled the vibrator free from the boy's hole which winked closed before his eyes.&nbsp; Setting the toy aside, he stood from his seat, the chair rolling back behind him to allow for room.&nbsp; The older man reached down, gripping Dave by one of his tired wrists to pull him up into a more sitting position.&nbsp; The boy's head was at Elliot's neck level, and the man stared down into the fatigued eyes of his pupil.&nbsp; A thumb wiped a streak of cum from Dave's cheek before creeping to his lips and offering it.&nbsp; "Open up, Dave."&nbsp; He ordered, waiting for the boy to obey.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>22-10-2010, 23:25:57</strong>
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				With Elliot telling him that his transgressions had been forgiven, Dave offered a weary smile to the older man. It was just as well he'd been let off; he wasn't sure he'd be able to take any more punishment if he had been given it. The teacher reached for the vibrator in his rear and pulled it out, eliciting a grunt from the poor boy. He felt empty now, his ass having been filled for so long now had nothing in it. Definitely a weird sensation, that. Dave's eyes tracked upwards when Elliot stood up, keeping the man's face firmly in his field of vision. A hand closed around his wrist and pulled him up into a sitting position. Letting his legs fall over the side of the desk and swing back and forth there slightly, Dave looked up at Elliot again and smiled at him. His thumb ran down Dave's cheek, then over his lips. "Open up, Dave." Commanded Elliot. Doing as he was told, he opened his mouth and the thumb slipped past his lips and into his mouth. It was then that Dave realised that Elliot had smeared some of his own cum down his cheek and into his mouth. Unfortunately, at this point, he had no choice but to do as expected and swallow. Running his tongue over and around the digit, Dave got all of his cum off the older man's thumb and swallowed it. To be perfectly honest, it didn't taste as bad as he was expecting it to - salty, but with a sweetness he had not thought would be there. His cum did taste different to Elliot's, definitely.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>23-10-2010, 20:01:47</strong>
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				He grinned down at the weary boy as he let Dave suck on his finger for a bit longer.&nbsp; Elliot was quite pleased by the student despite his behavior earlier.&nbsp; He had managed to deflower the boy in his office while on the phone with his mother even.&nbsp; Such tantalizing opportunities did not come along that often.&nbsp; The older man finally pulled his finger free before leaning in and letting his lips press firmly against Dave's.&nbsp; His tongue forced its way into the young male's mouth, pushing Dave's own tongue aside to explore and delve into the warmth of the boy's flesh.&nbsp; Elliot's fingers curled into the dark locks, holding him tightly while he dominated Dave's mouth as well.<br><br>Eventually, the man pulled back, biting along Dave's bottom lip and pulling on it before letting it free.&nbsp; He let Dave go, leaving him laying and panting on the desk as he got up and walked around to the door to his office.&nbsp; "That is all for today, Dave.&nbsp; You may dress and head home.&nbsp; I'll see you next class."&nbsp; He said though he left his words sounding unfinished when he walked out of the room.<br><br>When Dave joined him in the living room, Elliot was at the front door waiting.&nbsp; "The material we are going to cover in the next chapter is more difficult, Dave.&nbsp; You may need more tutoring sessions, but I will not force them upon you.&nbsp; You seem to have learned much and have become a bright pupil.&nbsp; However, the choice is yours if you think you need further assistance.&nbsp; I will see you in class.&nbsp; If you want to continue our sessions, see me after and we can work something out."&nbsp; The man said.<br><br>It was all cleverly set up though.&nbsp; It was the student's only opportunity to bow out of the sessions.&nbsp; If he decided to, Elliot would not begrudge him anything, but if he decided to go further, the man would not let him back out later on.<br><br>"Head on home, Dave.&nbsp; See you later."&nbsp; He said, ushering him to the door and leaving him with a smile and wave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 21:58:22</strong>
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				A sly smile lit Dave's face, around the finger in his mouth, as Elliot leaned forward for a kiss. Opening his lips to let go of the digit, he kept it open so as to allow Elliot access to the inside of his mouth, which the older man duly takes, his tongue exploring. Dave doesn't put up any resistance, quite happy to let the man take control, especially with his fingers running through his hair, tugging gently. After a few breathless minutes, Elliot pulls away, leaving Dave panting on the desk again. And just like that, he was dismissed, Elliot walking out of the room as casually as can be. Taking the opportunity to catch his breath and recover from everything that had just happened, Dave gets off the desk and begins to get dressed, collecting his clothes from the floor. <br><br>Walking a little unsteadily, but gaining in strength with each step, Dave - now fully dressed again - moved out into the lounge, where Elliot was waiting for him. Another curt dismissal - this time with a subtle hint of what was to come - and an invitation to see him after class, and Dave was all but kicked out. The walk home was good for him - the fresh air helped to clear his head, and think carefully about what was going on, and whether or not to stop it. By the time he got home, he'd made up his mind; he just hoped it was the right answer. The next lesson just couldn't come quick enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>02-12-2010, 23:54:55</strong>
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				The next class came quicker than Elliot could have thought.&nbsp; The day started as any usual day with him walking into the room, briefcase in hand and sleeves rolled up to begin another lesson.&nbsp; However, first things first.&nbsp; He set his case upon the desk within the classroom, popping it open to reach inside and grab the stack of papers he had inside.&nbsp; Slowly, the man began to call names.&nbsp; One after the other, he handed out the graded test papers, and when he approached Dave's seat, he made sure to give him his own test paper as well.<br><br>While Elliot finished passing out the remainder of the tests, Dave would surely be looking over his own graded test.&nbsp; The boy would find a striking difference from his first test a couple of weeks ago before Elliot had even started their tutoring sessions.&nbsp; He had received a 105 out of 100.&nbsp; The special questions that Elliot had included with the proper test had given Dave extra points.&nbsp; Elliot gave a quick glance to Dave as he was looking over his test, a slight smirk creeping to the corner of his mouth.&nbsp; The final note scrolled in red ink on the test was a message for Dave which read, "If you think you need more tutoring, please see me in my office after class."<br><br>Elliot never counted on giving Dave such a second chance like this, but he had to make sure that it was what the boy wanted.&nbsp; If he truly desired to be Elliot's star pupil in the classroom and out, he would make that decision.<br><br>The next section of material began where Elliot taught about more complex creatures and the processes of multicelled organisms.&nbsp; It passed the time perfectly until the bell rang when the students began to pack up.&nbsp; Elliot did the same, sending another glance toward Dave before grabbing his briefcase and walking out the door to make his way to his office.&nbsp; Hopefully, Dave would be there waiting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 19:39:08</strong>
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				The next biology class couldn't come soon enough for Dave. Of course, he suppressed his excitement somewhat so that his friends wouldn't realise - what teenage boy looked forward to biology lessons, after all? So it was with a fluttering stomach but a bored exterior that Dave walked into Biology with Mr Woodworth on Friday. As he walked past Woodworth's desk, he met the teacher's eyes for a second, the slight glint in them the only thing giving away his excitement and anticipation. The lesson itself seemed to drag by even slower than it usually did, with Woodworth handing back the papers from the exam they'd had the other day. Dave blinked in surprise at the mark he'd gotten; 105 out of 100. Evidently Mr Woodworth had given him some extra marks for answering the more... unique questions in the test. How the man would explain that on the score sheet, he didn't know - possibly he'd just put down a random mark. There was a note at the end of the test as well, in red ink, telling Dave to come see him after the lesson if he thought he needed extra tutoring. A small grin flashed across Dave's face before he could stop himself, prompting a friend of his to ask what he'd got in the test.<br><br>Quickly stuffing the paper in his bag before his friend could see, Dave made up a random percentage, which seemed to be higher than his friend's, judging by the wince. Thankfully, Woodworth rescued him from more probing questions, however inadvertently, by starting a new topic, teaching the class about multi-celled organisms and the processes that keep them alive. Surprisingly, Dave found himself not only understanding what was going on but also enjoying the lesson - maybe those tutoring sessions were actually helping, when they got down to doing some real school work. The rest of the lesson flew past, and Dave was soon packing up his bag to go. Without stopping or glancing back at Woodworth, he left the class chatting and laughing with his friends. When they reached the stairs and everyone turned to go down them into the courtyard and go home, Dave made an excuse and went up the stairs, heading for the teachers' offices. <br><br>Leaping up the stairs two at a time, he hurried to Woodworth's office, not wanting to be behind the man. If he was late, well, who knew what would happen. Panting as he skidded to a halt, Dave was relieved to see that he'd beaten Woodworth. Not by much, though, as the biology teacher turned around the corner just seconds after Dave stopped outside the office door. Standing up straight, he smiled a little at the older man, trying to hide how nervous he was as he came closer. "I... I've been thinking about what you said, Sir, and... Yes, I'd like to continue our tutoring sessions. Please, I mean, if you'll keep teaching me...", Dave said in a quick voice when Woodworth drew to a halt in front of him and the office door. That was that, then - he'd said yes. But his nervousness didn't go down, it just went up more - what if it was just a joke, what if Woodworth didn't want to tutor him any more, what if...?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>10-12-2010, 20:52:32</strong>
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				Elliot made a quick stop by the department work room to pick up his mail and messages, but after, he walked up the stairwell straight away.&nbsp; There was a little anticipation though he made sure to not have his heart set upon Dave's decision as much as he wanted the boy's answer to be yes.&nbsp; Luckily, his wants would be fulfilled for as he crested the stairs and pulled open the door to the professor offices, he saw a very eager looking Dave standing outside his office.<br><br>There was the briefest of pauses as he took in the sight, but Elliot continued on, one step after the other.&nbsp; The sound of his shoes echoed on the linoleum floor.&nbsp; It was good that he was the only professor to usually stay late after classes.&nbsp; He thought it better to plan out his lessons for the next day.&nbsp; It also provided privacy for his more deviant activities.<br><br>He approached the large door to his office, the golden name plate outside glinting with the light of the hall.&nbsp; It proclaimed his name, 'Elliot Woodworth,' quite nicely as he glanced first to it then over to Dave.&nbsp; The young man spoke with a nervousness that he hadn't heard since the first couple of sessions they'd had.&nbsp; Perhaps Dave was eager to continue after all.&nbsp; Elliot was afraid that Dave might tire of the play or even of him which was to be expected many times.&nbsp; He listened intently, however, noting the words and their overall meaning.&nbsp; The man said nothing when Dave was finished, instead, fishing his keys from his pocket to unlock the door.&nbsp; His hand twisted the knob and pushed the door open to reveal his office once more.&nbsp; A simple gesture toward the room inside was given toward Dave.<br><br>He ushered the boy inside, closing the door behind him quietly before moving over to his desk and laying his briefcase down upon it.&nbsp; Elliot slowly turned around to face the young man.&nbsp; His green eyes scanned over Dave's form, and he immediately imagined each toned muscle and the color of his bare flesh.&nbsp; He remembered how they strained with each push down upon the toy he had made the boy fuck himself on and the lovely sounds coming from Dave's strained vocal chords as he was made to prolong his pleasure.<br><br>It was complete silence for a long minute before Elliot moved.&nbsp; His arm lifted, his hand seeking Dave.&nbsp; It was not slow nor quick, but steady and full of purpose.&nbsp; His hand slipped around the back of the boy's neck, a firm pull bringing Dave forward.&nbsp; The man leaned in, his neck moving his head down slightly where he planted his lips against Dave's.&nbsp; He did not ask nor wait for permission before invading the boy's mouth with his tongue.&nbsp; The idle hand became active, seeking Dave's side and slipping under his shirt to find bare flesh as their tongues dueled together.&nbsp; It slipped upward until it dipped into the warm alcove of Dave's armpit where his fingers teased the flesh in a light tickle.&nbsp; When Dave gave a start and light chuckle, he pulled his lips away and grinned deviously.<br><br>"I'm glad you have chosen to continue the tutoring, Dave.&nbsp; I think we'll have the session in my office today though.&nbsp; Strip off all of your clothes."&nbsp; He said firmly and without sign of joke or amusement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>13-12-2010, 15:00:46</strong>
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				After he'd spoken, Elliot gave him a searching look. It wasn't a questioning look, or one of pity, or anything else that Dave could think of. In fact, he couldn't even put an emotion to it. He was just... stared at. The silence, combined with this look, made Dave fidget with his school blazer's buttons. Finally though, Elliot got out the keys to the office and opened the door, gesturing Dave in - still without a word being said. The boy hopped to it, nearly running into the office in front of the teacher, putting his bag down on the floor by the one chair in front of the desk and turning to face Elliot again. The door was closed - he didn't know if Elliot had locked it or not. If he'd locked it, well, that was good right? Meant he didn't want to be disturbed. But what if he hadn't locked it? Shaking his head a little, Dave snapped out of that train of thought - worrying about small things like that were not going to help. Either the door was locked or it wasn't, and neither meant anything specific. Except that it did...<br><br>Watching Elliot as he walked across the small room and put his briefcase down on the desk, Dave stood nervously, awaiting Elliot's reply to his answer. Fixed with another one of those stares, as if Dave was just an object and the older man was weighing the pros and cons of buying it, he began to fidget again, just a little, standing in the uncomfortable silence. He daren't say anything to break the quiet, lest he get told off and punished for speaking out of turn. So, all he could do was wait for Elliot to make the first move. After about a minute, but what seemed to Dave to be an age, he started to shift his weight from foot to foot, his legs starting to complain. It was then that Elliot moved forward. Instantly, Dave snapped to standing perfectly still, his chest rising and falling quickly being the only thing about his body that was moving. The man's hand reached out, curling around the back of Dave's neck and pulling the boy towards him. Stumbling forward, surprised by the firmness of that tug, Dave blinked in surprise as Elliot's lips met his suddenly, engaging him in a kiss that threatened to make his knees buckle. <br><br>It was as if all his worries in the last 5 minutes - and the time since the last tutoring session, for that matter - had just melted away in that moment. He began to return the kiss, opening his mouth as Elliot's tongue forced its way past his lips and into his mouth, exploring in a rather possessive manner. Quite happy to let Elliot do whatever he wanted, Dave rubbed his own tongue against Elliot's, providing a little friction, much like he might if he was sucking the man's cock. A hand slipped under under his shirt, dancing across his bare skin and making him shiver as the light touch on his ribcage tickled him. Extending his arms a little way, Dave rested his hands on Elliot's hips, more for support than anything else, although the urge to not just stand there like a lemon and actually return some affection was also prevalent in his thinking. His hands weren't there for long, though, as the man's wandering hands reached his armpits and tickled him deliberately, eliciting a laugh from Dave - he really was very ticklish, but thankfully Elliot didn't know just how much yet. When the tickling ended, so did the kiss, leaving Dave panting heavily, his cheeks flushed, trying to regain what little dignity he had left. Not that that was very much, mind; it would be even less after he'd obeyed Elliot's order to take off his clothes.<br><br>His face still red, Dave quickly started undressing, taking off his blazer and unbuttoning his shirt, throwing them into a corner. They were soon followed by his shoes, socks, trousers and underwear, in that order, leaving the boy standing completely naked in front of the still fully-clothed teacher. His excitement from the kiss, and his anticipation of things to come, was rather apparent - what with his raging teenage hormones kicking in, it had taken almost no time for his cock to become hard, and it stood upright proudly even as Dave blushed in embarrassment. He really did hope that door was locked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>14-12-2010, 21:30:18</strong>
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				Elliot sat on the corner of his desk, arms folded across his chest while his eyes scanned Dave like he was perusing a delicious piece of meat at the butcher.&nbsp; Slowly, each part of the boy's body was revealed.&nbsp; His torso was first.&nbsp; It was fit and toned without being scrawny.&nbsp; His lower half was equally as tempting with strong legs, a light dusting of hair, and he prized piece of flesh between each thigh.&nbsp; A grin slowly began to curl upon his face as Dave's cock stood at attention without the least bit of coaxing.&nbsp; His teenage hormones were a good ally for the older man for he could use them against the young man whenever he wished.<br><br>He slowly stood, the sound of fabric rustling as his trousers fell into place as he righted himself in front of Dave.&nbsp; Elliot walked forward, a hand reaching out to seek the warm, pale flesh of his pupil.&nbsp; Fingertips made contact at a shoulder where his hand squeezed the flesh and worked down the arm.&nbsp; His fingers reached Dave's wrist where they held tightly, and with a smooth motion, Elliot walked around behind Dave, taking his arm with him.&nbsp; The green eyed man's other hand took Dave's other wrist and brought it behind as well to press the two of them together.&nbsp; "Keep your arms like this, Dave."&nbsp; The man ordered firmly.<br><br>Elliot quietly turned around to flick the lock on the door.&nbsp; One can never be too cautious.&nbsp; He turned back to his pupil and leaned in behind him, his tongue slipping out to lick over one shoulder toward the boy's neck.&nbsp; He kissed almost affectionately up to the boy's ear where his mouth captured the fleshy lobe to chew on it lightly and give a harsh tug before freeing it to allow him to speak.<br><br>"Now, Dave.&nbsp; Since you have so kindly taken me up on my offer, I must tell you that all future sessions will feature much more difficult material.&nbsp; The first lesson is easy though.&nbsp; You already know to call me 'sir,' but do you know who I am?&nbsp; I am your teacher, Dave, but I am also something more now.&nbsp; Listen carefully."&nbsp; Elliot stated, his voice becoming deeper and more stern as he talked.&nbsp; His hands gripped the boy's wrists again so he could not pull away at all.&nbsp; "You will continue to address me as 'sir' for I am your master."&nbsp; The man stated flatly with no question to if the boy understood or not.&nbsp; It was a simple fact that he would accept, at least that's how Elliot saw it.<br><br>"Stand still and do not move."&nbsp; He said firmly before letting go of Dave's wrists and slipping by the nude boy to move to one of three large metal filing cabinets.&nbsp; Pulling his keys from his pocket, he flipped a small one from the ring and slipped it into the small lock on the front.&nbsp; After turning the key to unlock the cabinet, he slid open the third drawer down to reach in and pull out a large yellow shipping envelope.&nbsp; It had already been opened, but there was no clear indication of where it had come from or what was inside.&nbsp; Luckily for Dave, he would not have to wait long to find out.<br><br>Elliot slipped back over behind Dave.&nbsp; "Do not move."&nbsp; The man reiterated before flipping the open end of the envelope toward the ground where his hand waited beneath to catch the item that fell from the inside.&nbsp; Metal could be heard clanking as he held it in his hand.&nbsp; Elliot pulled the item to full length and then slipped it around Dave's neck from behind.&nbsp; He captured the first end and slipped it through the buckle attached to the second, securing it through the loop.&nbsp; The older man reached into his pocket again to pull out a small padlock.&nbsp; He slipped it through the locking hook attached to the length of leather around Dave's neck and closed it in place.<br><br>"I hope it is not too tight for you, Dave."&nbsp; Elliot said with an amused smile.&nbsp; "Turn around."&nbsp; He ordered, and as the boy did, he stepped out of the way of the door to reveal a full length mirror that had not been there the last time Dave had been there.&nbsp; The boy would now see that attached around his neck was a black leather collar, locked around his neck.&nbsp; The expression on the boy's face was almost enough to make the man cum in his pants.&nbsp; Luckily, he was more disciplined than that.<br><br>"It is a gift for you, Dave.&nbsp; You must carry it with you at all times, but you will only wear it when we are alone together.&nbsp; I will keep the lock and key with me, and each time we meet, you will put it on and I will lock it in place.&nbsp; It is a symbol, you see.&nbsp; A symbol that you are now mine.&nbsp; A symbol that I am your master and that you are my slave...pet...or property.&nbsp; Choose whichever label sounds best.&nbsp; It matters not to me.&nbsp; I will continue to tutor you, and you will continue to learn."&nbsp; Elliot explained.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 19:20:05</strong>
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				His breaths coming faster than normal, his cheeks flushed red slightly, it was obvious as to the extent of the effect Elliot was having on Dave. Standing perfectly still as the man gazed up and down his body, blushing a deeper shade of red when that penetrating gaze of his lingered on the boy's crotch, Dave waited for him to make a move. He'd learnt now that it was best not to say anything, as he might regret it later on. A few seconds of intense staring later, and Elliot stood up off the desk, his trousers rustling - reminding Dave that he was naked when the older man was not, even if he didn't need that much reminding. He moved closer and reached out with a hand, grasping hold of Dave's shoulder. The simple touch sent shivers down the boy's back, goosebumps erupting over his skin when the touch moved down, sliding across his skin to his wrist. Elliot gripped firmly to his wrist, then smoothly pulled it behind his back, grabbing holding of his other hand and pulling that behind him as well, holding his wrists together. Dave squirmed a little, but Elliot was holding him tightly, so he quickly gave up on that. Besides, even if he did break free of the grip, what would happen? He'd get punished, and he'd enjoy that even less.<br><br>Told to keep his hands like that, Dave obeyed, having no desire to be punished again. He heard the click of the lock behind him - evidently the door hadn't been locked. Just as well Elliot was doing it now, even if it was a little too late for Dave's comfort. Still, locked was always better than not locked, and nobody had come it, so it was all good. Warm air on his shoulder and neck told him the teacher had returned, and Dave turned his head slightly to watch as Elliot licked and kissed his way along his neck, up to his ear. The nibbling on his ear sent another shiver through his body, and he closed his eyes and turned his head away, giving the man easier access to his ear. He really was just like putty in Elliot's hands. The tug made him hiss through his teeth, but it wasn't really that painful. Opening his eyes when Elliot began to talk, Dave started to turn his head around to face him, but realised that he wouldn't be able to see him properly anyway - and he might get told off for making eye contact, or some other silly thing like that - so he just kept facing forward, nodding slightly with the words to let Elliot know he understood. His wrists were gripped tightly again, causing a wince, and making escape difficult even if he'd had it on his mind. <br><br>The statement that Elliot was now his master took a couple of seconds to sink in, and then a few more moments for Dave to think about what it actually meant. He'd had no experience with any of this before, of course, and the concept of master and slave or owner and pet or whatever else was still new to him. Thankfully, he wasn't given much time to mull it over, as in the time it had taken to sink in Elliot had moved to the filing cabinet and brought out an envelope. Dave frowned at it for a brief second, wondering what was inside - another butt plug, maybe, or some other device to make him highly uncomfortable? - but Elliot didn't take it out in eyesight. Instead, he moved behind him. Facing forwards again, so as not to invite a telling-off, Dave heard rustling behind him as the envelope was opened and whatever was inside taken out. Something then encircled his neck, eliciting a gasp from the boy as he was surprised by it, thinking something was strangling him before he calmed down and realised that Elliot wouldn't hurt him like that. With a click from behind, the thing around his neck was tightened, just enough so that he'd always know it was there but not enough to restrict blood or air flow. <br><br>Elliot told him to turn around, and he did so, taking a step back when he was faced with a mirror image of himself, on a mirror that hadn't been there before. When Elliot had put that up, he didn't know, he hadn't heard any scraping or other sounds to let him know that was happening. The second thing he noticed was what was around his neck - a thin strip of black leather; a collar, for lack of a better word to describe it. Dave's mouth fell open, and he instinctively reached up with a hand to touch it, regardless of what orders he'd had about keeping his hands behind his back. Elliot began to explain the meaning behind it, but Dave wasn't really listening, more just looking at the collar and wondering what exactly he'd gotten himself into - but also, how beautiful it looked on him. It wasn't until after the teacher - his master - had finished talking that Dave tried to recall what exactly had been said.<br><br>"I... I'll be your, um, pet, Sir..." <br><br>He said nervously, unsure whether he was even supposed to have replied then, or if he should have stayed quiet. Returning his hand back to behind him, Dave turned around to face Elliot again, a question in his eyes.<br><br>"What do you want me to do, now, Sir? I'm... ready to learn!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 20:16:34</strong>
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				Elliot grinned from behind Dave as the boy looked at himself in the mirror.&nbsp; He did not mind that the young man brought his hand up to feel the leather against his skin.&nbsp; The older man, in fact, had pretty much expected it.&nbsp; "I know you will, Dave.&nbsp; You will be mine, and you will obey me."&nbsp; The man simply stated while Dave answered while looking at himself.&nbsp; The young man eventually turned around, and Elliot took in the delicious sight of his front once more.&nbsp; His cock was already hard, his balls hanging just beneath begging for attention.&nbsp; Elliot let himself gaze for a moment longer before moving forward.&nbsp; He reached down to let his hand cup and grasp the young man's sack.&nbsp; His fingers closed around the two orbs and gently began to massage them in his palm.<br><br>"You my pet, Dave, and your body belongs to me.&nbsp; Your cock, your balls, your tight little hole, and your mouth.&nbsp; All of it is mine."&nbsp; The older man addressed.&nbsp; He suddenly gave the young man's balls a tight squeeze.&nbsp; The reaction was immediate and satisfying.&nbsp; He grinned and continued talking.&nbsp; "You will experience much more than before.&nbsp; New, different, and exciting things I will teach you."&nbsp; He said, sounding rather like a first day at class.&nbsp; The older man squeezed a bit harder before releasing the young man's tender sack.&nbsp; Elliot then gave it a quick slap with the back of his hand.&nbsp; "This is just a bit of mild CBT.&nbsp; Do you know what that means?"&nbsp; The older man asked, giving another quick slap to the tender glands with the back of his hand.&nbsp; When Dave answered in the negative, it was what the man expected.&nbsp; "Cock and ball torture, Dave."&nbsp; The man said, slapping once more.<br><br>Elliot grabbed onto Dave's cock now, stroking up and down the length slowly with his hand.&nbsp; His thumb rubbed over the head while he looked into the boy's eyes.&nbsp; "Your cock is also a part of it."&nbsp; He explained, slapping the top of Dave's cock with the hand that had just been holding it.&nbsp; It made his hard length bob up and down after the impact.&nbsp; Elliot gave it a couple of more quick slaps before pulling his hand back.&nbsp; "That is just the beginning.&nbsp; I have so much to teach you.&nbsp; First, however..."&nbsp; He said, fading off and moving back to the filing cabinet.&nbsp; He reached into the open drawer that the collar had emerged from and reached in to grab something else.&nbsp; What Dave would see in his hand as it came into view was a pair of leather cuffs.<br><br>"Turn around, Dave.&nbsp; Keep your wrists behind your back."&nbsp; Elliot said while walking over behind Dave.&nbsp; He pulled open the first cuff and slipped it around the first of Dave's wrists, his fingers locking it in place.&nbsp; The second was slipped easily on as well to also be locked into place.&nbsp; Elliot clipped them together so Dave could not move his wrists, a grin on his face as he saw his young pet with nothing but leather on.<br><br>Elliot walked slowly around Dave, his hand grazing through the dark hair on the boy's head.&nbsp; The man walked behind his desk and took a seat, swiveling the chair to face the side.&nbsp; "Kneel in front of me, Dave.&nbsp; You will use your mouth until I cum and not be allowed off until you have drank me fully down."&nbsp; The man said as he flicked the button on his trousers, lowered the zipper and fished out his thick cock.&nbsp; There was no underwear to get in the way.&nbsp; Elliot wanted to make it easy for the boy if he had wanted to continue the sessions which he did.&nbsp; Now it was time for him to get to work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteyChan</strong> on <strong>03-01-2011, 22:17:30</strong>
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				After he'd turned around and asked what he was to do, there was silence for a few moments. Elliot just stood there, staring at him, looking up and down his body again. Even after all the times he'd down it before, it still made Dave feel a bit uncomfortable - that was just how intense the man's gaze was. Suddenly, though, his master moved, taking a step forward and reaching between Dave's legs, cupping his ball sack and massaging it gently. Shuddering in excitement, Dave bit his bottom lip, holding back a moan. It also happened to make him look rather cute, and even more innocent than he was. Nodding along, not really paying attention to what Elliot was saying again, his eyes shot open when his balls were squeezed hard. Involuntarily, his hands came around from behind his back to try and protect his private area, before he realised what he was doing and quickly pulled them back. Another squeeze made the boy wince, pushing his knees together in another subconscious effort to keep the sensitive areas of his body safe. Unfortunately for him it wasn't working very well, and another burst of pain rushed through his body when his master slapped his balls instead of squeezing them. <br><br>Groaning and bending over a little way, Dave couldn't find the words to reply to the question he'd been asked, so he just shook his head instead. It seemed that was sufficient, as Elliot gave him the answer. Cock and ball torture. Well, that just didn't sound good. He hoped that it would start out slowly at least, so he could get used to it - or as much as a man could get used to his dangly bits getting tortured. The second slap had him groaning as well, and wanting desperately to be able to just cower away. But there was no chance that Elliot would allow him to do that, not until he'd finished with him. The aching pain in his balls was soothed away however, by his master stroking his cock. Excitement and arousement shot through his body, the contrast between that and the soreness of his sack highlighting the most delightful aspects of both. It lasted just long enough for Dave to relax, thinking it was over, and then Elliot slapped his cock as well, making it bob up and down. All but whimpering, Dave shied away from the older man - to no avail. A couple more slaps to his cock followed, that had Dave groaning in pain. It didn't help in the slightest that he was absolutely rock hard by this point, even with the pain he'd had inflicted upon him. <br><br>That was all though - apparently a mere taster of what was to come. Breathing heavily and straightening himself again, trying to ignore the dull, achey soreness that was coming from his lower area, Dave wondered what a more intense session would be like. Quite painful, presumably. He was sure that Elliot could think of a hundred inventive ways to cause him pain, even if he himself couldn't. For a second, he thought to himself, why was he still here, doing this, if he was just going to get pain? And then he thought, it was because he was enjoying it. It was a strange idea that, to Dave anyway, that he would be liking having pain inflicted on him - but at the minute, he didn't think he'd like it any other way. <br><br>He watched as Elliot went to the filing cabinet and got out what appeared to be a pair of leather cuffs. Those, he could guess what their intended use was. Turning around on command, he kept his hands behind his back, but let go of his wrists so it would be easier for Elliot to put the cuffs on him. A few moments later, and his hands were secured behind him. Wriggling his hands around a bit, Dave tested to see how tight the cuffs were. Answer; quite. He wouldn't be getting out of them unless he was let out. A somewhat scary thought there - he was now completely at Elliot's mercy. Up until now, there had always been the opportunity to escape if he needed, but now, that chance had been taken away from him. Not that he was considering it at all, of course. A hand ran through his hair as Elliot moved back in front of him, an action that made Dave's knees quiver. It was just so... possessive. Nobody had ran their hands through his hair like that before, and it was rather exhilarating, even if he didn't know exactly why that was. Like a lot of things he was discovering about himself. <br><br>Dave moved over to kneel in front of Elliot in the chair, as his master whipped out his cock which stood proudly upright already. Obviously the man was finding this whole affair as erotic as Dave was. Leaning up, Dave took the head of his shaft into his mouth and sucked gently. Now this, he'd had some experience with already - that time in this very office that Elliot had taught him how to give a half-decent blowjob. With any luck, he hadn't forgotten how to please his master since then. Bobbing his head up and down slowly, still sucking on the warm flesh in his mouth, Dave pressed his tongue against the underside of Elliot's cock, rubbing against it. He might be starting slowly, aiming to work up to taking the whole shaft, but even so the three different sensations he was providing should hopefully be good enough. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Tutoring Sessions (Ryven &amp; Whitey)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 15:54:09</strong>
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				Elliot was pleased to see Dave kneeling in front of him.&nbsp; The boy didn't hesitate to bring the head of his cock between those young pinkish lips.&nbsp; He began to suck immediately, gently so at first, and his tongue ran along the underside, teasing the tender flesh there and making the man moan softly.&nbsp; "Mm..mmmgh..."&nbsp; Elliot moaned out while watching his good little pet service him.&nbsp; The boy began to bob up and down, only the first few inches, but he was working nicely on his cock.&nbsp; The older man watched his boy work for a few long moments before his own hand entered to thread his fingers in that luscious dark hair.<br><br>He gripped Dave's head and began to push down on him.&nbsp; "All of it, Dave.&nbsp; I want to feel your throat."&nbsp; Elliot ordered, pushing down firmly and watching his cock disappear into the boy's mouth.&nbsp; He could see the concentration on the boy's face, his eyes clenched shut and the soft breaths that came from his nose which was now pressed into his neatly trimmed pubic hair.&nbsp; The older man held him there for a long time, several seconds in fact.&nbsp; He finally let the boy's head go, allowing him to pull up and off his cock.&nbsp; He watched as Dave pulled fully off to gasp for air, his lips wet with saliva.&nbsp; "Now, you do it yourself, Dave.&nbsp; All the way down and back up.&nbsp; I want my cock nice and lubed for your tight little hole."&nbsp; He said.<br><br>The man watched intently as Dave took over again.&nbsp; He did not disappoint either though not without much gasping and panting.&nbsp; Once he found his cock sufficiently covered in the boy's saliva, he hooked his finger into the single ring that hung from Dave's collar.&nbsp; He pulled up to make the boy stand.&nbsp; "Turn around."&nbsp; He simply said, and once Dave was facing away from him, he unclipped Dave's wrists so he could move his arms.<br><br>Elliot brought his hands down to grip at both of Dave's hips where he pulled the boy back toward his lap.&nbsp; The young man's legs made contact with his own, and at this point, Dave would have to bend his legs and begin to sit down which is what Elliot wanted him to do.&nbsp; "Now, sit on my lap, Dave."&nbsp; He ordered, pulling at Dave's hip until the boy bent and began to sit down.&nbsp; Elliot stopped him when his ass was just low enough for his cock to make contact.&nbsp; The older man aimed his cock at the tight pinkness between the two mounds of the boy's rear.&nbsp; He pressed the head just barely against it.&nbsp; "Continue."&nbsp; The man ordered, knowing that as Dave sat down, he would impale himself on his cock.<br><br>This would not be a quick fuck like before though.&nbsp; The lesson today would be self-control.&nbsp; Elliot would bring Dave to the edge over and over but deny him release each time.&nbsp; He would wait until the feeling passed and begin again only to deny him once more, and if the boy could not control himself with his hands, Elliot would bind them as they had been before.
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