Path of a Teacher

Story

Teacher Li's hand trembled when he heard You Jiahong's dreaded words. "I don't understand this passage very well. Can I ask you for an explanation?"

You Jiahong came from a powerful family and was a leader among his peers. Other teachers envied him for how constantly Jiahong looked for him for extra lessons. The principal even arranged for him to give private tuition to Jiahong, saying that only he could make a scholar out of him.

If only they knew, Teacher Li thought as he led Jiahong to his office. He could feel Jiahong's wolfish eyes.

"Strip and bend over the desk," Jiahong said as soon as Teacher Li closed the door.

Teacher Li followed the instruction with shaking hands, fearing how Jiahong would torture him.

Jiahong stood behind him and slapped him. It embarrassed Teacher Li to be treated like a child.

"You haven't prepared for me like I have taught you to. Is it not pleasant to learn with constant perseverance and application? "

Teacher Li wished Jiahong would stop quoting and dragging classics into their debasing act, but Jiahong knew and enjoyed how to hurt him best.

Jiahong was away from a trip for a week, so Teacher Li started to hope that he would be bored enough to move on. As usual, Jiahong crushed his hope.

"Should I teach you a lesson to fuck you dry until you couldn't sit for days, or will you prepare yourself now?"

Jiahong never made an empty threat, so Teacher Li started to finger himself. It was humiliating to do this before his student, but it would be worse if he couldn't explain away the sudden injury the next day.

"Remember you chose this. You chose to welcome me into your body," Jiahong said. His words hammered Teacher Li's remaining dignity. He slapped him so hard that Teacher Li's skin was red hot with burning pain. "Get ready"

Teacher Li spread his legs and tried to relax so Jiahong shoved into his abused body. He bit his lips hard so no one would hear his painful moan. Please let everyone stay away. Please.

Then Jiahong said, "Please explain the passage to me. I really want to hear your insight."

Teacher Li didn't know what he said afterwards. He shuttered through his words, trying to stop any inappropriate sounds from coming out.

Jiahong came inside him, turned him around and shoved him to his knees. "You didn't explain well enough, so you should put your mouth to better use."

Teacher Li blanked out his mind when he swallowed Jiahong. He didn't dare to think anything other than getting through the ordeal.

When Jiahong looked respectable again, he showed Teacher Li a written paper. The writing was exactly like Teacher Li's.

Teacher Li's heart nearly stopped when he saw how obscene the letter's message was.

"If you disobey me I will publicize it. Imagine what would have happened?"

Teacher Li froze before nodding slowly.

"I will meet you soon after Teacher Chan's lesson. I still want to learn more from you."

When can it end?

Mr. Chan 's lesson ended too soon for Teacher Li to prepare to see Jiahong again asking sweetly for "more instruction".

Teacher Li still hurt from the spanking and rough sex but dare not bring it up. Experience told him that Jiahong would only let him suffer more if he showed hesitation.

Jiahong smiled at him. "You seem to be unwell. "Let me take care of you as a good student should.

Teacher Li forced his words through his constricted throat. "No, it's not necessary. Let's start the lesson." He only wanted to get over it as soon as possible without worrying what Jiahong had in mind.

"Really. You're so eager for our private lesson and can't wait anymore. You should be rewarded for that."

Teacher Li was forced to sit while spreading his legs over the chair arms, exposing his organ to Jiahong like a prostitute for sale. Jiahong ordered him to touch his own organ while giving commentary of the passages Jiahong chose.

From a young age, Teacher Li has dedicated himself to academic pursuit and rarely indulged in body desire. Never would he have imagined that he would have to do this before a student. His hands were clumsy and rough on his organ, which remained flaccid due to the pressure.

Jiahong frowned. "You asked for this, but you didn't seem to enjoy it. Shouldn't your actions follow your words?"

Teacher Li froze at the trick question. Before he came up with an answer, Jiahong said, "If you don't want to teach me the classics, you are not worth being a teacher. Read this out."

Teacher Li read the paper, which felt like lead. It was full of obscene phrases and words, completely unsuitable for any real students of Confucius.

"Can I read something else?"

"Perhaps you only want an excuse for this." Jiahong patted his backside.

Teacher Li grunted painfully. His body couldn't take Jiahong anymore, or anyone would notice his sudden lameness. He slurred the words out.

"I hear that you can memorize a passage just by reading it," Jiahong said. "I will prove this today."

Jiahong forced him to recite it while continuing to touch himself. If he shuttered or read the words wrong, Jiahong would slap his organ. Pain filled Teacher Li until he no longer knew what he was babbling.

Jiahong carried the collapsed Teacher Li to his bed, while Teacher Li thanked heaven for not coming across anyone on their way.

"You don't do well enough today," Jiahong said while jerking himself to come on Teacher Li. His smell filled the room. "If you don't improve yourself, you will only be able to serve this. Think about that."

Teacher Li lay in the wet mess. He felt like a man drowning in quicksand.

Jiahong turned down several invitations to parties, claiming that he needed to make up for the lost time. Everyone praised him while Teacher Li started having nightmares again.

"Do you want to recite that passage and keep your cock hard," Jiahong said with a smile.

Teacher Li cringed both at his phrasing and the obscene passage. "Can I have another choice?"

"There was another choice. You will write out a passage I read to you while I fuck into you."

When Teacher Li shook his head, Jiahong only said, "You have a choice. You still have a choice."

"The second," At least he wouldn't take an active part in his undoing.

"Remember that you chose it," Jiahong said.

Teacher Li's ribs hit the desk as Jiahong pounded into him from his back. His hand shook, making an ink stain on the paper.

"This mistake is unacceptable. Write it again."

Teacher Li whined, but started on another paper. He felt guilty about ruining so much paper, but soon forgot as his body reached its limit.

Afterwards, Jiahong forced him to write with their body fluid. Teacher Li couldn't look at another inkbrush without the red hot shame.

The next time, he chose the second option with a shaking voice.

"I am... I am a... "

"Slut. You're a slut," Jiahong said with a slap to his organ.

Teacher Li whimpered, his hand fervently working on his organ. Jiahong wouldn't let him go until he came, but his body failed to obey him as usual.

"I am a slut. I thirst for any man... " Teacher Li hastened his speed. It might be easier if he didn't think about what he said.

Jiahong slapped him hard. "Remember you are a slut begging for me. Don't you teach us that you have to read out a passage clearly and with feeling?"

For moments Teacher Li thought he was really the slut in Jiahong's words, asking to be filled for all day. He had to tell himself that Jiahong forced this on him.

But didn't he choose it? A voice remarkably like Jiahong asked.

After much punishment, Teacher Li recited fluently, each word he spoke debased him further. He was working so close now and didn't want any drawback to ruin his chance of respite.

When he came he lost his balance and hit the ground. He stumbled to kneel back.

Jiahong frowned. "Look at this wet stain. It's all your fault."

Teacher Li had to lick it clean. He vomited his meals for days.

The torment lasted a week. Teacher Li had to hide his pain when sitting down, walking slowly to hide his limp. He patted powder on his face to hide his paleness, discreetly buying balm to apply it on himself.

Teacher Li noticed Jiahong easily, as Jiahong stood out in the crowd. Normally he would advise students to focus on their studies, but he didn't want to attract the wrong attention.

He didn't understand why Jiahong picked him out for his depravity. Jiahong was a rich young man that could find willing beauties of either sex in brothels, while Teacher Li was only a tired middle-aged man never known for attractiveness. He hated himself for thinking that there were more suitable victims.

Did Jiahong hate him so much that he had to ruin him? How did he earn this fate? Teacher Li admitted that he was firm to his students, but this had exceeded any resentment a student might feel towards his teacher.

Jiahong turned and walked to him. Teacher Li forced himself to remain still. There was no escape for him.

"I would like to invite you to dinner tonight."

Why?

Teacher Li tensed up as Jiahong's servants served food to them. This had to be another of Jiahong's tricks.

He widened his eyes at the dishes: bull penis and testicle soup, deer blood wine and garlic Sichuan pepper lamb. What would the servant and cook think of him? As a sex addict who was dying to bolster his sexual ability?.

"Thank you, but... '' Teacher Li said, trying to decline the offer but couldn't afford to appear rude.

"You need to replenish your Yang energy, Teacher Li. Don't be shy."

Teacher Li ended up eating everything. Besides courtesy, if he didn't eat them, Jiahong would. He doubted he could survive if Jiahong got more virile.

Jiahong ordered him to kneel naked by his feet and said, "Rub yourself off by my feet."

Teacher Li blushed. How could he do that?

"Blame yourself," Jiahong said, pressing Teacher Li 's organ softly with his left foot. "Adequately sized, but worthless even as plaything. Are you worthy to be a teacher if you can barely work with your hands?"

Teacher Li sweated because of what Jiahong might do next. It was humiliating when Jiahong insulted him based on classics. Am I really worthy of being a teacher?

Jiahong pressed harder as an implicit threat, so Teacher Li started rubbing against his feet, while feeling like a dog. Perhaps because of the food, his organ hardened earlier than before.

"Obviously You love to come like this. It is lucky that you are unmarried. What kind of husband can you be?"

Teacher Li remained silent, worrying whether there was truth in Jiahong's words.

Jiahong wanted to have sex with Teacher Li under the picture of Confucius. It was the first time Teacher Li tried to fight back.

He was knocked out by Jiagong. When he woke again he was tied up wearing only an undershirt and open crotch pants, his bare backside struck in the wall.

"Jiahong?" He asked. Where was he? What was he doing here? His hair stood in coldness.

"I thought you would have recognized this place," Jiahong said. "This is a part of the college. Men come here for illicit affairs. Lustful men like you strut their bodies for anyone who passes by. "

It was literally Teacher Li's nightmare came true, to be exposed and used by people who possibly knew him. "Please let me go."

"Like I have always said, you have to bear the consequence of your choices."

Jiahong left him behind. Teacher Li struggled but failed to get free. He prayed to all deities that he knew for safely getting through tonight.

No one listened.

When someone shoved inside Teacher Li he had to cover his mouth to hide his painful scream. His backside dripped with the person's fluid.

No more, please no more

His prayer was cut short after another person's entry.

Teacher Li forgot how many people entered him that night. He tried not to remember their sound, but their smell seemed stuck in his skin even though he rubbed himself half enough to hurt.

The next day he had a high fever but he didn't seek any doctors, for they might sense what was wrong with him. Then he collapsed in his class.

Jiahong carried him to his room, ordering his servant to find his doctor. Teacher Li grabbed his robe and said, "No..."

"My family doctor is very competent and discreet."

Might as well believe him, Teacher Li thought before fainting.

He was seriously ill for a week, while Jiahong frequently visited and cared for him. His visitors praised Jiahong for his dedication to his teacher. Jiahong only smiled and said, "It is a student's duty to serve a teacher when the teacher is in need."

He whispered in Teacher Li's ear, "Have you learnt your lesson?"

Teacher Li would have welcomed messengers from the underworld, but he recovered and had to face the world again.

He couldn't look at anyone for days. He almost jumped when anyone spoke suddenly. What if they were one of them and they knew? Lecture was a torture as he tried to compare the students's voices to the soft sounds he heard that night. His colleague looked at him strangely as he declined all social invitations, but he couldn't stand seeing people.

Teacher Li gave up on any resistance. Even the courtesans had better dignity than him. He was ruined.

He thought of death.

Perhaps a knife would end his dreadful life, he thought. He pressed the knife tip against his chest, hard enough to draw blood.

What would happen after his death? Would his colleagues find him? Would they gossip about him? What would happen to his clan's reputation?

He took away the knife and patched up his wound

The other day his cousin wrote to him that he wanted to send his son to Teacher Li's college. Teacher Li hesitated about his reply. He would have welcomed it because he worked at the best college in the region, but it had Jiahong.

Jiahou will one day graduate. Then I will be free.

Teacher Li clung to the hope like a straw, because it was what he had now.

When Jiahong summoned Teacher Li to an empty lecture room for "private lecture", Teacher Li felt resigned. At least the uncertainty of waiting ended.

"I am happy to see you well, Teacher Li. I am always eager for your instruction," Jiahong said, handing a book to him

Teacher Li opened the book. There were all pornographic depiction of men having sex with other men. His heart raced. Does Jiahong really want me to teach him lewd act in a lecture room where anyone may come by?

"It's said that physical desire is part of human nature. It's a teacher's responsibility to guide students to maintain their goodness and be thorough in education."

Teacher Li bit his lips. Even though he knew it would only damn him more, he was tempted to reprimand Jiahong for misusing sayings from the Three Character Classics. "Your knowledge is already impressive."

"Only a lazy teacher will be lax about a student's education," Jiahong said. "However, as you have praised me for being a master of this field, I must accept the honour to enlighten you of the way. Please forgive my boldness, but a teacher doesn't need to be better than the student in every aspect."

Thus Jiahong's lesson began.

"Strip."

Teacher Li pulled off his robe as fast as he could, but Jiahong stopped him. "Where are your manners? A true respectable man should follow proper conduct."

Following Jiahong's instruction, Teacher Li felt as if he was deliberately exposing himself for Jiahou's pleasure. Even his neck was heated up.

"Come here," Jiahong said and twisted his nipples. Teacher Li almost yelped. "Strut your chest out and squeeze it. From now on you should say, 'Please enjoy my lustful body'"

"Please... enjoy my lustful body." Teacher Li struggled to speak through a constricted throat. Will Jiahong expect this from now on? His stomach was heavy as if he had swallowed a stone.

Jiahong looked down at Teacher Li's groin with disapproval. "You haven't demonstrated your readiness for learning. Get your plaything ready."

Teacher Li moved his right hand up and down his organ mechanically. When Jiahou stared at him, Teacher Li prepared him with another hand.

It was painful to get his tensed up muscle to relax. To Teacher Li's torment, the recently memorized obscene words flowed out easily when Jiahong snapped at him once. "Please fuck me, your bitch and slut. Please take your pleasure in me... "

Perhaps I really mean it, Teacher Li thought. Otherwise why is it so easy?

The thought defeated him. He followed Jiahong's instructions like a puppet, kneeling on all four while Jiahou rammed into him from behind.

"Can you hear them?" Jiahong whispered. "Some people have passed by."

Teacher Li was shocked out of his numbness. He wished to beg Jiahong to stop, but remembered in time speaking was definitely unwise.

"They know we are here. Will they hear you? Will they wonder how come the stern Teacher Li is making sex voice? Will they want to join?"

Teacher Li could almost hear approaching steps. All he had worked for would now become ruined. The memory of the nightmare night returned.

Fear and hopelessness fill his mind. Please don't let anyone see me. Please... I will do anything for Jiahong for this.

He was crying now, but he could almost see the disgust and unbelief in his colleagues and students' eyes. His clan would be ruined.

Fear sensitized his body. He could feel how Jiahong twisted his half hardened nipples, how he enlarged inside him. Part of him watched from afar and saw a shameless naked old man had sex with his young student. No one would have believed his innocence.

"Do they know how lustful you are? Do they want the same lecture from you? Will you enjoy being their teacher like this?"

"I will fill your greedy hole now. If you can't take it all, I will keep you stretched and open forever."

Teacher Li clung to this faint hope. He relaxed himself as much as possible, not daring to complain when Jiahong pushed his finger in beside his organ.

"Don't worry. If you are good, I will keep you to myself "

"I will be good. I will..."

Teacher Li felt that he died that moment

In the morning, Teacher Li removed the rod inside his body, choosing not to think now he could sleep with it inside overnight, nor how easy it was to put a plug inside himself before going out for lecture.

He was quiet and stern during his lecture, while the plug inside reminded him of his status as Jiahong's plaything. His colleague gossiped about how offputting he became, but he no longer had the heart to care.

Jiahong went over the sex manual with him so repeatedly that he would get into the right position just by hearing its number. Once someone said "forty eight" behind his back. He almost climbed up to a desk and spread his legs before remembering where he was.

Teacher Li poured a glass of wine for himself when Jiahong graduated.

"Who can unravel these sorrows of mine, I know of only one man, the God of Wine," He recited, feeling wetness on his face.

He almost broke the anal rod, but after long hesitation put it inside his body before getting into the bed. He couldn't sleep without it now.

When the principal summoned him, Teacher Li felt uneasy about his gleeful smile. His announcement threw Teacher Li entirely.

"Master You recruited you to work for the Royal Encyclopedia project. It's a great honour to our college and you. Jiahong must have put a good word for you, as we all know how loyal he is to you."

It was an offer that Teacher Li couldn't refuse. Teacher Li would have felt proud about it, if he didn't remember that Master You was Jiahong's grandfather.

Suffering was incessant in the lowest level of hell. Teacher Li wasn't a Buddhist, but he felt as if he had just heard his condemnation from Yama King.

The Royal Encyclopedia was a laborious and time consuming project. People praised Teacher Li's dedication and admired him for remaining close with his famous student, Jiahong. Some writers used them as examples of good teacher-student relationships.

"Do you feel lucky about having me as your student? " Jiahong asked when he entered him face to face.

Teacher Li felt like a ghost. All his feelings had died.

I have no hope for this life. Please deliver me from the incessant hell upon my death.