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Published on November 10th, 2013 | by Mechelle Lynch

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My Friend Rashid was Sexually Abused by His Paedophile Teacher

The nightmare all started for Rashid with his strong opposition to a new sport that was introduced into his school curriculum…baseball. One particular day in question, I am assuming, the teacher had become extremely disillusioned with Rashid’s constant torturing of his methodology and teaching techniques. According to Rashid, it was like there was smoke coming from his ears, as the teacher barked for Rashid to see him in his office, after a particularly tenuous game. This time, Rashid’s rude and utter disregard for coaching instructions regarding the game, had put him on the bench, so as not to sabotage his teammate’s chances of winning. This particular evening however, will soon reveal itself to be extremely different.

Rashid wasn’t really worried as he strolled into the office of the physical education teacher. He obviously didn’t want to play baseball and he was not shy about letting his feelings known. So as he ambled into the office, his head was spinning with thoughts of how he could make up a valid excuse for his utter belligerent attitude and his strong aversion for baseball. So to cut a long story short, after being drilled about his lack of love for the sport and him being admonished for his disrespect and disregard for authority, the teacher proceeded to ask him to remove his clothing.

Rashid thought it was rather odd, but figured he was going to get a good paddling on the bum for his embracement of the teacher, through his open defiance. What could it hurt right? The teacher instructed him to bend over the desk and proceeded to spank him on his bare ass with his hands. Rashid had reported that although the spanking was similar to ‘fly bites’, he pretended that they hurt him something awful, as he wanted his punishment to be over. Little did he know that was not the end of it all!

The teacher then began to systematically caress his bum cheeks… and action that was likened unto the application of soothing balm. The teacher was so methodical in his approach that Rashid felt like every inch of his exposed flesh was touched (by souders). Rashid was no fool…now he knew what was really going on, as he would visit the various porn sites on his tablet in the privacy of his bedroom when his mother thought he was asleep. He also knew what ‘bulling’ was; the slang term used for sexual intercourse between two males.

Rashid’s open defiance turned to fear, but after being raked over the coals before, he was not prepared to be spoken too harshly anymore. The teacher made no attempt to explain to him what he was doing but Rashid knew all too well!

Rashid said he heard when the teacher unzipped his trousers and it fell to the floor. He said he could hear the crinkling of paper but was unsure of that particular sound, as it didn’t fit the sound of any candy wrapper he knew. The teacher began again to caress Rashid’s bum cheeks and to spread them open. Rashid said his mind when blank. He was shocked and horrified at what he knew was about to happen but he did not dear utter a word…in the event it was worse than the admonishing he got prior.

Rashid said he felt something wet and cold at the beginning of his anal opening and he winced a little. The teacher shushed him into submission. He felt when the teacher placed his penis between his butt and gentle poked his anus. He said he did not cry, he was a brave boy. He felt the first penetration which caused him to almost yelp in pain. The teacher felt the sudden jerk of Rashid’s body which dislodged the intrusion.

The teacher instructed him to be calm and advised that this was indeed his punishment for his open defiance, and further threaten him as to how people would view him, if they knew what was about to happen to him.

Rashid knew all too well of the derogatory term coined from taking one up the ‘keister’, or giving it to someone in the same fashion, for he had terrorised his peers and grown adults alike, when he had an inkling that they were ‘batting for their own team!’

Rashid steeled himself against the constant attack on his anus and the ultimate penetration. He drifted away to his favourite place…his Xbox game of Mortal Kombat! It seemed like hours of thrusting in and out but in fact the act only took minutes.

‘Coach?’ came a familiar voice from across the gym floor. This obvious intrusion prompted the hurried actions of the coach extracting his ‘member’ from Rashid’s behind, and the hurriedly tidying of himself. He ordered Rashid in a hoarse whisper to do the same. He sprayed the office with some Febreeze to disperse any remnants of smells that might give away his reprehensible deed. In his hurry to avoid being caught, he had forgotten the condom in Rashid’s anal canal!

Were Rashid’s open acts of defiance being punished by some more humiliating form, or did the teacher just saw this as an opportunity to get himself some young fresh ass!

This went on for about a week before Rashid’s mother found out. She was doing the laundry when she found the condom in Rashid’s boxers.

What a horrifying experience it was for her to find such a ghastly sign of abuse of her son. She instantly flew into a rage threatening to cut the balls of the teacher when she found out who he was. Thank heavens for good neighbours like me who calmed her down and persuaded her to call the police before she go herself into trouble. Rashid was taken away to a private clinic to be examined after being questioned extensively by the officers who caught the case.

I could not believe that this horror could rain down on our neighbourhood but it takes all kinds to make up the world I suppose.

I think somewhere in-between Rashid’s first experience and his realisation that the feeling was one he enjoyed; there was some acceptance that this act was normal for him and that he would like to explore it further.

After the initial reports of abuse, Rashid would be in hot water with his mother all the time for skipping school, coming home late or just his mannerisms. He would display his ‘goodies’ in the presence of her partner, to entice him, to act as depraved as his gym teacher did. I would later find out, that on the times Rashid went missing he may have been off soliciting sex.

At 15 years old, Rashid was seriously damaged. Most parents in the neighbourhood took and aversion to him playing with their sons as now the name was synonymous with gay activities. There were always watchful eyes out when he was playing with the younger kids but no one wanted to ostracize him as he had already been through hell and back; so he was tolerated more or less. The other kids were oblivious to the horrors he had been through. There was always some conflict when he was around, as preteens and teens do not live on the same stratosphere.

His name was one which was always whispered in hushed tones and the entire neighbourhood was on edge when he was around.

Anyway, after all the initial mayhem, Rashid continued his reign of terror; breaking into his mother’s home, breaking her television set into a million pieces, destroying all of his school books and cutting his school uniforms to shreds.  Again, the police came but nothing much could be done as Rashid had skipped town, so to speak. This deviant behaviour continued for a while until one day I came home and found the house that Rashid and his mother called home for only 6 months…empty. I guess she couldn’t bear the horror of it all anymore; and putting on a brave face for people she may never see again was all too much.

Mechelle Lynch


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