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Summary (last Chapter): While our hero went to the principal to come clean, he was surprised to find the principal knew everything and wanted the teacher to submit ...
On a personal note, I'm relatively slow at writing right now due to stress at work and privately.
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As I was crawling and close to the door, the principal called out:
"Tell Valentin that he can use you however he wants, but otherwise you only speak when you are asked something!"
"Yes Sir!" I answered as I reached for the door handle and crawled outside.
I got outside and closed the door behind me. Now, I was in the secretary's office completely naked, a chain around my neck; nipple clamps with a weight swinging between my arms; a cage around my dick and a thick plug rubbing against my prostate. Valentin wasn't even acknowledging that I had come into the room as if he was used to people being made to submit and strip in the principal's office and then wait in his office naked. I offered myself to him, but he didn't respond, seemingly working.
The silence finally offered me some time to think. What had just happened? I had never expected to end up like this. I had come here to hand in my resignation, I had even expected to be escorted out by the police, but instead I ended up naked, my nipples clamped and weighed down and on my knees in the secretariat of the principal, after he had used me and had let his secretary use me as well. And to make it even worse, he was in possession of the key to my cage. He was the one who had catfished me. He was in the end responsible that I had to shower with the cage out. Maybe he had set this up? Could he have done that as well? Could he have set up John to surprise me, could he have told him that I was an easy victim to be exploited? Had this all been a plot to expose me?
The more I thought about it, the less I understood. Why had he kept my keys, why hadn't he tried to exploit me earlier? What ...? How...? I just couldn't wrap my head around it. So I decided to speak up. I needed more information:
"Valentin? I'm sorry to bother you but can you tell me anything else? You didn't seem surprised when you saw me naked inside of there? What else do you now? Can you tell me anything?"
I looked up at him, he sighed while he stopped working for a second, then ignored me and resumed what he had done before. In silence we both sat there, for a few minutes, before I couldn't stand it anymore, and asked again:
"Please Valentin, I need some answers!"
Then he turned around, looked me in the eyes sternly and told me:
"Bitch, you talk too much! Get under the table and suck on my feet so your mouth is busy!"
All friendliness, which had been in his voice before was gone and he sounded just like a strict master. I bowed my head and crawled around the table, then under it. It was clear, that Valentin wouldn't tell me anything. Defeated I did as I was asked. I pulled his shoes off and his socks. As I started to kiss his toes, he moved his other foot on my back, stretching his leg on me, while he started to push his feet in my mouth. I tried my best to accommodate it, but it wasn't easy. Not long after, he pulled out, lay this foot on my back before he moved the other in front of my face. I continued serving it, until he pulled out and put both feet on my back again. Now I was serving as a footrest. When I decided to come here, I wanted the humiliation to stop, and now I was humbled even more.
Valentin continued working when I heard the door to the principal's office open.
"Oh, I see, you've made good use of him!"
"Yeah, I had to, because he was quite noisy and I needed to remind him of his position as a slave to the school!"
"That will be something we're going to have to train. He didn't have enough training yet. This will be corrected soon! Hey boy get out of there and stand up!"
I guessed this was for me, as Valentin took his feet off my back so I could crawl back out. Slowly I got back until a hard smack on my ass hit me. I winced and almost jumped. The chain moved a lot and pulled even harder on nipples, which made me almost yelp. Then in quick succession nine other hits came in, all equally hard. I almost screamed on the last hit, totally surprised by the sudden punishment. When he stopped he told me:
"Listen carefully, boy! When you are told to do something by anyone, you will be doing it! And I told you that you need not speak! What do you say about that?"
I took a deep breath before I answered:
"I'm sorry Sir! But I just don't understand and have so many questions..."
My voiced trailed away while I waited for the next demand.
"You don't need to care, yet I will tell you what you need to know while we take a walk! Now get up and put those clothes on!"
I gulped and did as I was told. As I turned around and got up he threw some clothes to me but when I looked at them, they weren't mine. They were tiny shorts with already stretched and worn fabric one number too small which showed the outline of the cage and hugged my ass, as well as a black netted tank top, which only barely covered the chain on my nipples but showed the chain around my neck. There were no shoes or socks.
"Come with me!" The principal told me and turned and got out of the room. I looked back at Valentin, who smirked at my sight, before I left after my boss. I walked a few steps behind him. He was hurrying and it wasn't easy to follow him as we went through the different halls. The weight on my nipples bounced and with every pull on my nipples I had to moan a bit. I was happy, that the principal hurried so much as it lessened the risk that we would meet anyone, especially as the route led to a part of the school which was normally not used in the afternoon. We walked to a side entrance which he opened and let me get out before he stepped out as well.
"Ahh... fresh air. Give me your shirt!"
I looked at him and hesitantly I stripped out of it and handed it to him. He looked a bit annoyed:
"The next time you hesitate or break a rule there will be another punishment! Now come!"
"Yes Sir!"
He looked at me exhaled through his nose, while he closed his eyes and shook his head:
"I would have thought you were more intelligent than that. Give me your shorts as well!"
I gulped but did as he told me, wondered what I had done wrong. And then it hit me. I had spoken without being allowed. Stupid me! I bowed my head and gulped as I handed him the shorts. Now I was completely naked just outside the school. Thankfully no one was around.
"Ah I see you understand what you did wrong. At least one step forward. Now come!"
At first the way was out on the open, but soon there were a few trees which covered us at least a bit. I knew this area of the school. It was rarely used but I knew that we were on a way to an older building which was as far as I knew abandoned and off limits for everyone. While we walked, the principal started to talk:
"As I told you, when you showed up, to apply for the job, filled with my cum, I knew I wanted you here and I had hoped that you would become my bitch. But that took quite some time. You see, I had not only planned for you to serve me personally... Our school takes a tuition from most of our students and also has an alumni network, for people who want to support the school after they have left it. However, when I came to the school it was quite run down. We had problems financially, structurally and the quality was getting worse. The school was in question and it was unclear if it would see another year. But the person who brought me to the school had high hopes that I would be able to turn it around. He and I knew each other quite intimately, but he also knew I had a knack to organise and bring new ideas, to get the school back on track.
"I can tell you it wasn't easy. The first thing I did was talk to the person, who was an alumni of the school what he loved about the school and what he remembered positively. He told me that -- as I could have guessed -- was the bonding experience of an all-boys boarding school. Of course he had his sexual awakening here, toyed around with his classmates and he fondly remembered that time, even though he is married, now, with kids. Then, an idea came to me and I had asked him if he would bring together a few maybe more affluent alumni which shared his memories, such that we could maybe bring those memories back to life. Maybe they would then in turn support the school.
"He loved the idea and understood what I meant with it. And he knew who to ask. After a few weeks we met for the first time to talk about possible ideas. It was a nice evening which ended in an orgy even though all of them were married. They agreed that if I could provide more fun maybe even regularly they would support the school even more. Additionally, they told me if I could help the boys in the school with their sexual awakening, they would love that even more. That's how our different policies came in place regarding how we put people together or why everyone needs to shower collectively. Even though some are irritated in the beginning, in the end every student and most of the teachers are glad we impose these rules."
As he explained some of the recent history of the school which I hadn't heard before, I started to wonder where he was going with that. What did that have to do with me. But at the same time listening to him made forget that I was totally naked, plugged, caged, a chain around my neck and clamps on my nipples, even though every step hurt a little.
"But of course that wasn't everything. We knew we couldn't (and didn't want to) get kids for our get-togethers, as we don't tolerate such behaviour here, when the kids are not old enough. So I needed another way to find some entertainment for our donors. And that's why we made this area, a run-down part of the school, off limits for everyone. We started to transform the barn in the middle of it, which had been used as stables when the school was still a castle, to become a dungeon for our play-sessions. Yet there were still inmates for our dungeon missing. And as the students were out of the question I thought about the other people at school. And that is where you come in play.
"You see ever since we started to transform the school, I went on the hunt for gay teachers, at best submissive ones which are not too... well flamboyant as those might get too much shit from the students anyway. That's why I loved recruiting my teachers from gay hubs such as Berlin as it increased the likelihood that I would get people I needed. And indeed it wasn't that difficult. I knew that I needed only a few teachers, maybe two or three to provide enough entertainment for the alumni when they are here, or when I want a little fun. And most of the time I was able to make sure we had at least two or three teachers here, who would also help to teach some of the students, especially the sons of our alumni, the ways of a Dom. Well helping maybe is the wrong word... they were made to submit to those students and become test subjects for all kinds of BDSM games. But you'll see. Hehe!
"You might wonder how we got the teachers to become school submissives. Well it wasn't that hard for most of them. I would think that about 30% of our teachers are gay. And most of them have an active sex live, or at least they try to have it after a while at school. And as we are in the middle of nowhere the choices are quite limited so people are bound to meet with the more dominant teachers, and then it is only a question of time until they become ... well ... slaves to the school. And surprisingly statistically most slaves were PE teachers, I don't know why.
"Given that history I was really surprised that it took almost ten years for you to start living your sexuality here. I mean you have been the only teacher who I had seen on a sling clearly a sub the day before I interviewed him for the job. I was certain that we would get you much sooner. But you restrained yourself better than I would have imagined. So I knew you wouldn't be an easy target when you finally showed up. That's when I came up with the idea to get you caged and horny. But I also knew that I wouldn't be the one to make you finally submit and I had a student here who showed much promise in making a sub show and realise his true self."
He stopped talking as we had finally reached the barn. John was already standing there grinning, his white shorts were tenting as he saw me arrive naked following a fully clothed headmaster. I gulped as I recognized him, as I recognized the depth of this scheme to make me submit. John had been there on purpose that first day. They wanted to test the waters it seemed but as I didn't stop it that moment they knew they would be able to make me submit more and more. I had no idea which of the ordeals I had to go through were John's and which were the principal's idea but in the end they had brought me here. Naked, stripped bare, with all the signs of a slave at the barn at least the principal had expected me to be from the beginning. He turned around to me as I had stopped dead in my tracks:
"Boy, look at me! Yes this had been my plan from the beginning. To make you submit, to learn and to realize your true self. And I understand that it can be difficult accepting that this is who you are, you showed it when you stripped naked in my office without any hesitation an hour ago, still wearing the plug oblivious that you had forgotten to take it out. That was the only proof I needed that you had become submissive enough to bring you here and finish what has been started. I won't make you but you need not fight it. You know that this is what you are, you know that this is what you need in life!"
I gulped again but he had locked my eyes to his and I was unable to look away. I tried to look at John but couldn't avert my eyes. And slowly it sank back in me. He was right. I had stripped naked without any hesitation in front of him. And had enjoyed submitting to him. While I had tried to resist John in the beginning, in the end I had submitted and had even craved for John to make me submit. And I felt so horny right now as a fresh wind ran along my naked body. It might have been the plug pressing on my prostate or the nipple clamps but deep down I felt that he was right. I wanted to submit, I needed to submit and be a good sub for those who deserved ... no ... wanted to dominate me. As the realization hit I gulped again. The headmaster must have seen something in my eyes and grinned and before I could say anything told me:
"I thought so boy. Now, get on your knees to show you understand and agree!"
And I followed suit and bowed my head to show that I would submit totally.
"Ok let's get inside! I want to show you your new home!"
I knew that I was expected to crawl after him and that's what I did which he rewarded with a pat on my head as I got closer. Only then he greeted John rather coldly before the two led me inside. Behind the door was a big room which had been furnished with all kind of dungeon equipment. There were a few crosses in the middle of the room as well a few slings, some horses with straps on them to fixate people. There were racks with different toys on the back as well as chains hanging from the ceiling. There were also some apparatuses I did not recognize. On the left side there was a lounge area as well as a bar where I guessed the parties the principal had mentioned started. On the right side there were cells, classical cells with bars as doors. As far as I could tell each had a very basic bed, a table and some light.
As we entered space there was movement in the first cell. I didn't believe my eyes as I recognized Andreas, who was the PE teacher and football coach who had suggested that John would start running with me. He was naked and as we entered he jump up from the bed, got closer to the bars of the cell and on his knees, his hands against his head. He was wearing a chain around his neck as well, which was locked by a key lock. His nipples were pierced and had rings on them. His dick was really small as were his balls, almost like André's dick, as if it wasn't completely developed. He wasn't wearing a cage or anything else. When he recognized me and saw that I was crawling in, the tiny dick twitched and got hard. Well it just started to point forward not really getting any bigger, maybe around 2.5'' maximum. But at the same time his face seemed a little sad. Both John and the principal ignored him and when they had walked by he waved at me, took his hands into a praying motion and then returned to his bed. I gulped as I understood that this would be my fate as well, most probably.
As we reached the middle of room, close to the crosses they stopped and turned around. I couldn't tell if they had talked as I hadn't heard anything from them, but they might have whispered. The principal looked and me and smiled:
"It's so good to be back here, so many hot memories of broken boys and guys. This is just a beautiful space, isn't it, boy?"
I took another look around now on my knees, gulping a bit at all the tool and instruments in the room, before I answered:
"It's impressive here... Sir."
He grinned in my direction , obviously enjoying that I seemed to be a little uncomfortable, before he turned to John and said:
"Ok, John, you were responsible for training him, show me what he likes, how well trained he is and what he can take!"
John looked at the principal, then at me. He seemed a little intimidated by him, something I had never seen him be. It seemed that he respected the older man as his teacher and superior. After the short hesitation, he stepped forward, and spoke to me for the first time, since he surprised me, standing in front of the stable.
"Faggot! You've finally accepted your place it seems. I would have wanted to decide when to show you off. But be it as it may, it's time to show everyone what a slut you've become!"
With that he stepped forward, squatted in front of me and grabbed my balls and cage with his right hand and his left hand on the nipple chain. Then he started to pull with both hands, while his right hand's grip got stronger as he pressed my balls and cage together. I tried to stay strong, but very soon the pain became too much and I started to wince as he pulled me down even further. Then he got up again and slapped my face and told me:
"Kiss my feet bitch! As I deserve it!"
I did, while my nipples hurt like hell and started to lick them as well. The chain was resting on the floor and brought some relieve for my already quite torn nipples. He started to slap my ass when he recognized the plug he had put in and laughed:
"Oh I see you didn't dare to pull the plug out. Good doggy! Now get up here and show us how much you love my dick!"
I pushed myself up, right in front of his bulge which clearly showed through his shorts. I looked up as I reached with my hands towards them and after a nod I pulled them down and his dick sprang into action. He didn't have to say anything, I knew what he liked and so I started to kiss the glans and pushed the foreskin back as I took half the dick in my mouth. I started to slowly blow him, playing with his dick, then all of a sudden pushed myself completely onto him and swallowed the entire tool. He moaned as I did that then grabbed my head and held me in place, before he slowly started to fuck my throat. I felt that he wouldn't last long, yet I was barely getting enough air to breathe so I was quite relieved when he pushed me off after a while, just before he would nut. I was a little bit disappointed that he wouldn't feed me his load as I looked up to him, my mouth open, tongue out and my eyes full of desire. It sounded almost like whining when I begged for more. He only laughed and then guided me to a chair which looked like one of those you'll find at a gynaecologist.
Without him telling me, I knew what was expected and got on it. I put my feet on the rests, where John quickly shackled them. I lay back on the metallic backrest as he walked around the chair. He pushed a button and the backrest dropped to a horizontal position. I fell back, surprised and not able to support myself. John used that second and grabbed my hands put them above my head and secured them to two shackles which had already been put there right and left above my head. When he was sure I couldn't move anymore I heard him walked away and when I turned my head I saw him walking to one of the shelves with toys on them. I couldn't recognize what he did there but when he came back he carried a few items on his hands. He was stark naked and his erect cock pointed towards me bogging up and down.
The first thing he did when he reached me again, was to put a blindfold on, then a gag, then I heard him say:
"That's right bitch, you won't know what's going to hit you and what I'm going to do to you. That will make your submission even more intense."
Then he ran his hand along my chin, throat and breast until he pulled the chain on my nipples making me squirm, as I felt the pulled nipples and the pain connected with it. He laughed and let go of the chain and it, together with the weight on it fell on my stomach. Then I felt a leather strap on my breast above my nipples, with which he secured me to the backrest. Now I was completely locked to the chair. Then he changed the position of the footrests such that they were above my body, angled exposing the plug and my ass to whatever was coming.
I almost screamed a muffled scream when John grabbed my balls and yanked them down in one hard move. I felt him fumbling and then something clicked. Now I felt that he had put on some kind of ball stretcher. It was leather or some softer material.
"I always wondered how much those low hanging balls would be able to stretch but never had the right tools. So let's try it, don't you agree?"
Then there was another pull as my balls were stretched again. This time it came from below. I groaned through the gag, as something heavy started to pull the stretcher as well as the balls down. As I got used to the weight John added another, similarly heavy weight. Now I really felt the weight pulling my balls down, almost up to my gut. I groaned and tried to communicate that this was enough, but to no avail. Another weight was added, this time slower. When they were let loose I buckled as the weights felt like they would pull my balls off. I started to sweat as the weight mercilessly pulled my balls down.
"I think that's enough, John. I've barely ever saw someone take almost 4 Kilo added weight and it's quite impressive that he's able to take that at all."
I heard a sigh from John but he did not add any more weight's. Instead I felt him picking the weight's up relieving the pressure a little bit, but when he let go and the weight not only started to stretch and pull my balls but also swing them around, I wanted to scream. While they were still swinging, John must have moved as he whispered in my ear: "lucky you..."
Then he pulled both clamps from my nipples at the same time and as blood rushed back into the compressed skin he started to rub both of them with palm of his hand quite forcefully. I would have jumped if I could have but even my restricted movement was enough to make the weight on my balls jump even more adding another pain. I groaned and squirmed under his pressure and the multiple sources of pain. After a while I got used to it and my squirming slowed. That's when he stopped. But instead of leaving my nipples alone and some rest he put some clamps on them again but this time he rotated them by 90° and it hurt when my nipples were pressed together in a different direction now. As the skin was pushed together I screamed a muffled scream into my gag. When the pain subsided a bit the clamps felt a bit different but I couldn't really tell why. I heard John move again, then suddenly the weight, which was hanging down my balls started to move, swinging from left to right. I moaned as the weight pulled my balls even further down. Yet at the same time it felt weirdly nice in my gut.
"Oh, look at this, the bitch is leaking from the pain.", I heard John say. Then suddenly a hard slash hit the sole of my right foot, then my left foot. It was a riding crop, used hard on me. I bulked and screamed into the gag, as John started to torture my feet, with hard and quick hits. I wanted to retract, protect my feet but I couldn't bound as I was.
After ten hits or so on each side, which almost made me cry, he ran the crop along my legs on the inside, and when he reached my inner thighs he started to rapidly move between each side, hitting me with the crop not as hard as before, but relentlessly. I started to groan and tried to move again, which he just laughed about. As I did the weight started to swing again adding another level of pain. Just when I thought I couldn't stand it anymore, he stopped. He was now standing between my legs and I could feel his hard dick, poking on my cage and balls. He then lay on my upper body, pressing the clamps on my tits with his body. He whispered into my ear:
"Do you enjoy being punished like this, being made to submit? Rest assured, I have only started!"
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I hope you liked this part. Any more suggestion are always welcome.
And please if you have sex please use condoms and/or PREP to avoid getting STD's. This story is fantasy so there are no repercussions for barebacking.
Thanks to my "pervy new editor", who helped proofread this chapter. If you have any suggestions, please let me know!
Dear "J" you helped proofread a lot of chapters previously but when I tried to send you this chapter your email was no longer working. If you're still reading this story I want to say thank you for all your great work! Please feel free to reach out again, if you want to, I won't bother you with proofreading, I promise :) So Thank you for all the great help!