Fourteen-year-old Gabriel, upright and on his knees on the bed in the tutor’s chamber at the boy’s school, Rugby, his father had sent him to moaned and fought to control his ejaculation. His tutor, Anthony Baines, who Gabriel thought of as his Viking, held him close from behind, Gabriel’s chest encased in the man’s muscular, hairy arms. Baines, tall, beefy, covered in reddish-blond hair, a colorful tattoo of Egyptian images covering his left breast and shoulder blade, and running down his arm to his elbow, towered over his student. He wasn’t at all what anyone would think of as an English boy’s school tutor, and his students loved him for it. Gabriel worshipped him and would do anything for him. He was doing just about everything for the man at the moment.
Baines knelt close behind Gabriel, holding the small boy into his muscular body, his cock throbbing inside the boy’s tight passage, waiting for the wave of Gabriel’s need to ejaculate to pass.
The giant of a man--a teaching fellow at Rugby in ancient civilizations and an archeologist in Egypt whenever he could accumulate enough funds to go on expedition, had been edging Gabriel for nearly an hour--taking him to the edge of an ejaculation with the studded sheath encasing his cock, which augmented the thickness of an already thick cock. The cock was buried up Gabriel’s ass.
The two held there, the slight, perfectly formed, fourteen-year-old golden blond and the hairy, golden-red-haired muscular god of nearly seven feet tall, Gabriel skewered on the bruiser’s augmented cock, waiting for Gabriel’s breath to regularize once again. The bearded giant was also breathing hard. He’d never before had such a luscious and willing little piece to work with--a brilliant, world-wise student to boot, who was as interested in Egyptian lore as Anthony was and who was picking up Arabic quickly. On his part, Gabriel, who had known the cocks of several talented cocksmen, had never been taken by someone both overpowering rough, and concurrently crude and refined and demanding in his technique and toys.
When Gabriel’s breath was steady and the tension had gone out of his body, Baines started again. He pulled back from Gabriel’s hole four inches, listening to Gabriel’s hiss at the loss of depth of the studded shaft inside him, grasped the root of his cock, buried in the luxuriant reddish-blond bush of pubic hair, and revolved the studded cock inside Gabriel’s passage. His teeth latched onto one of Gabriel’s earlobes.
“Oh fuck, oh shit!” Gabriel cried out in passion. Baines ran his tongue into Gabriel’s ear, while he continued to worry the boy’s passage with the studs covering the sheath. He had told Gabriel that he had a toy he’d picked up in a Cairo bazaar and did Gabriel want to try it out. Gabriel had said yes. Gabriel was being driven to distraction by the studs punishing his passage walls. Gabriel was walking on the clouds.
“Oh god, I can’t take any more,” Gabriel cried out.
“Yes you can,” Anthony growled. He pulled Gabriel’s head around to where their faces were together and took the boy’s mouth in a brutal kiss. Gabriel went wild in his embrace, moving his pelvis with the sheathed cock Anthony continued revolving in Gabriel’s passage.
“This time,” the bruiser called out as he released his embrace of Gabriel’s torso and pushed Gabriel’s cheek down to rest on the mattress. “You have my permission to come now.”
The big man held Gabriel’s head down with a hand on the back of his neck. He reached around with the other and grasped and began milking Gabriel’s cock. He set his cock to pistoning Gabriel’s ass, the studs of his sheath punishing Gabriel’s walls. At the start of the finish, Baines leaned back, putting his weight on his hands, pressed into the mattress behind him. This was one of his favorite sight in fucking Gabriel--watching his massive, augmented cock fucking what was such a tiny hole on a small boy, a boy flexible enough to open to the requirement of whatever penetrated it--and Baines had challenged that hole for the previous two months. He smiled at the sight of being in to the hilt, his reddish-blond curlies tickling the tender inner thighs of the boy, pulling out half a foot, and then sliding in again, deep, the boy moaning and his hole greedily swallowing the shaft. After watching this for half a minute, Anthony leaned forward again, hugged the luscious boy close, reached for Gabriel’s cock, and finished him.
With a cry, Gabriel shot off onto the sheets with great gobs of cum that had been rising and churning inside him for an hour of divine sexual torture. Baines came inside him a bit later.
Baines push Gabriel’s head down onto the bed, grinding the boy’s face into the mattress. Treating the boy like the whore he was.
“You are such a dichotomy,” Anthony said when he came off the bed, leaving Gabriel there, still on his knees with his ass pointed at the sky and his cheek to the bed, his eyes trained on Anthony, following every one of the man’s movements, amazed that he loved the attention of this oversized hairy Viking so much. “You are such a small, sweet, delicate looking boy. But yet you take it like a long-experienced man. You are just a little whore.”
“Yes, I am long experienced,” Gabriel answered. “But only this year, all since I turned fourteen,” he admitted.
“It’s obvious you’ve been well and expertly used,” Anthony said. “I’ll regret leaving you.”
“I’ll go on expedition in another month. I wish I could take you with me. But that reminds me. The headmaster told me he wanted you to report to him at two this afternoon.” Anthony reached down and ran his hand over the slight welts on Gabriel’s buttocks.
“I wonder what I’ve done wrong now. What reason he’ll have to cane me.”
“These marks aren’t bad. He doesn’t cane you hard, does he? He brings you in for punishment for another reason, doesn’t he?”
“Yes,” Gabriel admitted. “But he’s not cruel like you are.”
“Or well endowed and interesting like I am either, right?”
“Yes,” Gabriel admitted.
“Anyway, I think what he has to say to you will mean you won’t miss me much when I’m gone. I’ll miss you, though.”
“You know what he’s calling me in for?”
“It’s not to fuck you--this time. But I best let him tell you. For now I’m in the mood to share my ring with you.” He lifted his hand to show the large, smooth-surfaced, green jade ring on his finger.
Gabriel sucked in his breath and moaned.
“Do you want to leave now?” the tutor asked. “It’s always your choice.”
“No, I’ll stay,” Gabriel answered, breathing hard now.
“So, you are mine?”
“Yes, I am yours.”
“I thought so. You’re such a slut for this. It’s the ultimate possession,” Baines said, with a low laugh. On his command, Gabriel lay on his back on the bed, moved a leg behind Anthony’s back, hooking his ankle on Anthony’s shoulder, when the big man came down beside him and spread and raised his other leg. He panted, the heavy breathing building, as he waited for Anthony to grease up his hairy-knuckled hand with the heavy ring on it from the can of grease that had been on the stand by his bed. He lifted the hand to show it, with his fingers bunched up, to Gabriel, who moaned deeply. The hand was bigger across the knuckles than Baron von Sternburg used on Gabriel, but this wasn’t the first time the demanding Viking had fisted Gabriel.
The boy cried out and arched his back as the greased hand penetrated his asshole. Anthony held him steady and captive with one arm embracing him around his back while the hand of other was busy working its way inside Gabriel.
As he did so often, Anthony held when the hand was in position, the smooth domed surface of the jade ring pressing on Gabriel’s prostate. He waited for Gabriel’s passage to open wide, for his breathing to calm down, and for his body to relax. Then Anthony began to work Gabriel’s prostate with the jade ring--pressing his fist inside and then releasing; pressing and releasing--and Gabriel was writhing under him, crying out in pain-pleasure-passion, and well on his way to another ejaculation.
“Amazing how tight you can be at the beginning but how well you can open to this,” Anthony muttered. “None of my other boys could take it this well. You truly are a gift.”
Anthony Baines was right that the headmaster of Rugby hadn’t called Gabriel to his office to cane and fuck him, although that’s what the headmaster did whenever he could think up an infraction Gabriel remotely might have been involved in.
“An emissary has come to take you away, at least for a while,” the headmaster said.
“I don’t understand. Why is this so?” Gabriel asked. The news surprised him, but he didn’t know what he thought about it. He hated the life at Rugby and he missed his mother and the time they spent with his Austrian mentor, Baron Wilhelm von Sternburg, but, at this moment--especially as he’d just come from a melting session with the Viking, he would most miss the overpowering sex with which his tutor, Anthony Baines, used him. Gabriel was at his height of glory when a hung man was using him hard. And Baines made no bones, despite his appreciation of Gabriel’s intelligence and shared interest in Egypt, that his primary interest in Gabriel was in using his body cruelly.
“I’ll let the baron tell you. Suffice to say, you are needed elsewhere for now.”
The door to the office opened, and Baron Wilhelm von Sternburg entered the chamber.
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