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After School Special ((Yaoicest&Crystalfox))

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St. John's Acadamy for boys was one of the most expensive all male schools. Hard to get in and even harder to stay in. Usually it was the rich folk who paid there way in and kept feeding the Dean of the School Cash to keep thier sons in. He wasn't corrupt at all, as a matter of fact Kaleb was known to be very generous with the money he received. He'd put it into the Library or the sports program. At 27 he was one of the most respected educaters in the district.

He was tall, almost 6'4 with ash brown hair and blue eyes that went from warm and inviting to artic in seconds. Known as strict and a bit too keen on paddlings as punishment for most offenses, he could just as easily be a student's best friend if they did as he said. EVERYTHING he said, it was a little known fact he had a taste for his younger highschool children.

However lately Mr. Scotts had been having a bit of a dry spell. His last toy had graduated six months early so he'd been without a lover since then. However with the new school year blossoming, a new crop of boys would arrive. Young, attractive, innocent boys whom he could bend and shape to his liking. They tended to be easier to seduce as well, for he never raped any of his student lovers.
 
James looked around as he entered the main hall of the school for the first time, surrounded by other new students as they filtered in, though none of them seemed to pay him attention. Then again why would they when word had already spread? Unlike the others, James wasn't here because his family was rich or powerful, he hadn't been raised in a life of luxury where nothing was too expensive. He was one of the few students in the schools history to be accepted here on a scholarship, though of course that meant he would have to work much harder than anyone else. He couldn't afford any mistakes, couldn't afford to get on the bad side of any of the staff. Still, he figured as long as he worked hard and just kept out of everyones way, he'd be fine.

Like the rest of the students, James first attended the typical welcome assembly, with mention of a ball to be held later that evening as a more formal welcome, the attendance of which was not optional, the students were expected to attend. After all, it was their party. With a silent sigh, James turned to leave the assembly like everyone else, heading for the dormitory building in order to be assigned his room, heading up to find his bags had already been brought there. "Well....can't complain too much I suppose..." He grinned slightly, going to start unpacking his things and make himself comfortable. After all, he was going to be here for a few years.
 
"Mr. Scotts." his female secretary said before knocking on his office door. He opened it and gestured for her to come in. Like all women in his staff she wore her shirt extra low around him as though hoping to entice him to date them. After all dating the dean of such status would give them quite a bit of power in the small school. However they still didn't realize it was in vain, he'd never been interested in women.

"Yes Gwen?" he commented not looking away from the mirror as he fixed his tie in preperation for the ball. An all male ball was odd to be certain, but it was more a formal dinner, then an actual dance. After all no women under 25 were allowed on campus without an escort, most of thier staff was male with the exception of a few select indeviduals. "We have a scholarship student this year, you might want to get to know him a bit better he's bound to be a bit uncomfortable....His name is James."

"Lovely..." and he excused her smirking, he had his new toy for the year. Assuming the boy was going to be as eager to please as most of scholarship students tended to be.
 
Time ticked away all too fast for James as he unpacked in his room. He really didn't want to go to this stupid ball but...he didn't have a choice. Whilst most of the rich boys could easily just not bother, and likely not even have their presence missed, he couldn't. As the only scholarship student this year, every member of staff was likely to know his name and face. He needed to turn up in order to make a good start. With a sigh, James got himself ready, then left his room to head for the main hall, trying to keep his head down around the other students.

Once in the hall, tables spread out and classical music playing from the front stage, James stuck out like a sore thumb. Whilst everyone else, student and staff alike, was wearing custom made suits that likely cost more than both his parents annual income combined, James was wearing a cheap basic suit that had cost as little as possible. James already expected to be mocked by the other students, but he just tried to keep his head down and head for his seat.
 
"You seem uncomfortable." Came a voice from his left, it was Caleb and he was smiling kindly. "I take it you're James? The Scholorship student? And no it's no because of your cloths, it's because of how nervous. The students here a very well behaved, I hardly ever have to disipline them for starting fights. By the way I'm the Dean Mr. Scotts." he shook the teen's hand gently. "It's nice to meet you."

Such a cute charming boy, he was frightened, nervous easy to lull into a false comfort zone and then move on from there. He was certain that some student's would give him a hard time but they'd be disiplined for it. The only thing he had to worry about was getting in trouble and he was such a good boy. Caleb doubted he'd have him in the office for punishment at all....such a shame he loved spanking his students raw on occasion.

"If you need anything, don't be afrair to come to my office at any time, or even my quarters. I'm at the end of the teaching quarters, though it'd not advisable for you to be seen there. It's against policy to have students in the teacher's private housing area." he winked and walked away greeting several other students in a much more formal manner.
 
"Ah!" James nearly jumped out of his seat at the unexpected voice beside him, turning and looking up, blinking slightly at the man talking to him, reaching out to shake his hand. James managed a slightly nervous smile, listening carefully and nodding slightly as the dean finished speaking. "Yes sir...thank you sir...I'll remember that" He couldn't help but blink in confusion next. Had that been a wink.....? That was rather....unusual...but...well maybe it was the guys way of trying to put him at ease or something.

Still, James couldn't help feeling even worse now as he looked back to the table, staring down at it. Even though the Dean had tried to be nice....he had known immediately who the scholarship student was. Sure he said it was because of how nervous he looked, but at the same time he had mentioned the clothes. The more he stayed here, the more James started to feel like he was just too out of place, like he didn't belong, and he was sure that the other students were going to take every oppertunity to remind him of that. Still....he had to stick with it. His parents had been so proud when he'd been offered this chance, and he'd worked so hard to get here. "Ok....I can do this....if not for me then for mom and dad I can do this...." He took a deep breath and nodded to himself as the first course of the meal began to arrive, the food looking fancier and more expensive than anything James could ever have imagined.
 
The dinner was, as expected, quite fancy and over done, with smaller then usual portions. Everyone seemed to chat with one another politely a few even trying to strike up a conversation with the new student though it was obvious they didn't really want to. It was because the dean was watching them all like hawks. Everyone knew if the dean had his eye on a student they best be kind if they wanted to avoid a trip to his office.

Once dessert was finished the dean stood up and spoke. It was a very formal, obviously well practiced number. Even Caleb couldn't keep the boredom out of his voice. It was simply reminding them of the rules, curfew, sports tryouts and after class clubs. By the time he was done everyone was nodding and clapping politly as they stood. That was when the Dean stood beside his new target. "Come I'll walk you to you're dorm so none of the students give you a hard time."
 
James was....well....bored throughout the entire dinner, though when people tried to make conversation with him he did his best to seem interested and return the gesture. He knew they weren't being sincere about wanting to talk to him, but he figured that returning their gesture would make them look good, which in turn would perhaps make them not hate him quite so much....or at least show them he could be tolerated as he would play along with their act, therefore wasn't worth the effort of beating up.

Once everything was done, James was just standing to go, squeaking in surprise as he heard the voice from beside him once again. How did he do that?! Just popping up seemingly from out of nowhere. The blonde slowly turned to face Caleb, blinking slightly at the offer, but he had a feeling it would be best to accept. Both to satisfy the dean, and to actually take him up on the offer. "Ah...yes sir...thank you" He managed a slight smile. "Though....I'm sure they wont give me a hard time...really..." He was trying to make the other students sound like ok guys. Last thing he wanted was any of them thinking he was badmouthing them to the dean.
 
"You're right they won't." Kaleb responded as the pair exited the dining room. "Now what's your room number?" he said as he led them down the corridor towards the first year student's dorms. All around them student milled about catching up with friends and when they got sight of the dean with a new student most up and fled. That was just the reputation he had, it was a certain thing only a few very stupid students would pick on the Dean's favorite.

As the pair entered the first year hall it grew suddenly quiet by this point everyone would be in thier dorms if word got out the dean was on the move. Sometimes he hated his noteriety in the school, it made it harder to punish students if he never caught them doing anything bad. However it worked to his advantage this evening, for as the two neared his room the older males stopped him and met his eyes. "I mean it if you need anything let me know alright." he said as he brushed Jacob's hair back in an affectionate gesture. "Welcome to our school and enjoy your night..."
 
James glanced around at the other students as he walked with Kaleb. They seemed to be keeping well away from them both....did they know something he didn't? Were they avoiding the dean? No that couldn't be right....they were probably just avoiding James. That had to be it....they didn't want to be near him. James just sighed slightly, already resigning himself to the fact that he most certainly wasn't going to have any friends whilst he was here, just leading the dean towards his room.

James blinked as he looked up at Kaleb once they arrived at his room, the dean seeming to go out of his way to maintain eye contact. "Ah....yes sir...." He nodded slightly, then blinked as the dean brushed his hair, a slight blush creeping onto James' face. "I um....th-thank you for the welcome sir. I'll try to enjoy myself..." He managed a slight smile as he unlocked the door. "You enjoy your night too sir"
 
Oh he'd get a few friends alright, the ones that wanted to stay on the dean's good side were going to be nothing more then nice to him. Then of course there were a select few that would like him merely because he was a good kid, and while not rich, was better then most of the snobs that seemed to run it. After the first night it quickly became obvious the classes were much harder then at an average highschool. Some of them classified as collage level even.

The dean's apperances were fair between but when he did it was always to just speak with him. All the while he'd look at him a certain way, or put an arm on his shoulder. Sweet, completly non-commital gestures, but how he responded was what the dean watched for. Each time the gestures were a little more flirty and personal. The next time the dean ran into him was when the games began. "James, how are you? I heard your exelling at most of the advanced classes." Kaleb grinned at him dress in a pair of black slacks and a white button up shirt. Casual for a man with so much power at the school.
 
James humoured the faked attempts of friendliness that the various students were making as classes began, more for the sake of simply making his life easier, and theirs, than trying to delude himself into thinking he really had any friends. Still, at least some of the students seemed a little more genuine, or at least weren't so disgusted by his presence. Still, even they were far richer than his family, their parents making more in a week than his parents did in a year.

Still, things weren't all bad. James was applying himself well in class, determined to make sure he kept that scholarship. He wanted to make his parents proud, and if he stayed here it was like revenge on these snooty rich brats.
The dean though, seemed to be getting friendlier and friendlier, and iit did seem like a genuine interest at least. And it seemed to help keep the rich boys at bay. "Ah...yes Dean...I'm making sure to work hard in class...I need to make sure I keep my scholarship after all". He smiled brightly, after almost 'hanging' out with the dean, James was clearly more relaxed around the man than when the semester had started.
 
"I noticed that you haven't signed up for any of the extra ciriculors though. Walk with me for a moment will you?" he questioned as several teens rounded the corner. "Have you considered track or perhaps soccer?" he was leading the teen through the winding corridors to the indoor garden that he planted. The foliage was thick and no students could see in, nor could the teachers.

"I'm merely suggesting this because it seems as though you might enjoy yourself here a bit more if you had a chance to make friends with teamates of some kind. No one has given you trouble have they?" Opening the greenhouse door he gestured for him to come inside. "I need to tend to my plants, but I need to talk to you as well would you like to help?"
 
"I....well....the thing is I was really never any good at sports sir..." James slowly looked down as they walked and talked. Whilst he could excel in academic subjects, when it came to gym class he had always barely managed to avoid failing. "I just....never was very good with that kind of thing I guess...." He rubbed his head as they came to the garden, blinking, but nodding. "Ah....yes sir, I'd love to help out" He smiled softly, following Kaleb inside. "Things like soccer....I just always do things wrong or get in the way of the people who know how to play...."
 
"I see well there are plently of other clubs that aren't sports related you can join." he said as he began to prune black rose bush snipping off the new buds so the fully matured ones could continue to bloom. "Take a look around, it'll be easier to make friends that way I'd think." One thing Kaleb hadn't remembered was this was the time of afternoon the automated sprinkles went off, and when the timer clicked on to zero they turned on.

"Oh my." he sputtered tucking his hair behind his ear and dashing towards the control panal. "James where are you?" he looked around and blinked when he located said teen. He was just as wet as his dean and he never looked more irrasistable. Walking over to him he cupped his chin and pressed a small kiss to his parted lips. It was quite innocent all things considered but it did linger for a good 30 seconds, just long enough for the sprinklers to turn of where they were and turn on elsewhere in the large garden.
 
James yelped when the sprinklers went off, shivering and shaking as he quickly got soaked in the fine mist of water, coughing slightly, shaking his head as he looked around, blinking as the dean approached him. "Si-" He was cut off by the sudden kiss, eyes widening and his shivering stopping, just standing there frozen. The dean was....kissing him. It wasn't a deep kiss or anything but....but still the dean was....James didn't know what to do. Should he move away? Should he do something else? All he could do was stand there until the dean finally pulled away.

"I...." James blinked, looking up at the Dean as he pulled away. "That..." He had no idea what to say. He knew that probably shouldn't have happened but....could he say that? He couldn't exactly argue now could he? Not with his scholarship on the line, and his life pretty much in the deans hands....
 
Kaleb grinned down at the surprised teen and winked playfully. "Shhh, don't say a word." turning his back on the teen he walked to a small shed and pulled out two towels tossing one to James. "We need to dry off a bit before we head out into the hall, the janitor is worried I'll damage the floor beyond repair if a track water onto it. Never mind the fact it's water sealed." he waved a hand and sat down on a bench patting the spot beside him. The heating lamps will dry us in about 30 minutes. Leaning back he sighed softly and streatched not even bothering to hide the fact he'd placed and arm around the teen.
 
James swallowed nervously as the dean told him not to say a word, despite the playfulness in the mans voice, he immediately had a feeling that the 'request' was a deadly serious one, and he should keep this to himself. The boy caught the towel, drying his face first before walking over slowly as Kaleb patted the spot beside him on the bench. James walked over slowly to sit down, still drying himself, though he jumped slightly as he felt the arm being put around him, still unsure exactly how to react. Should he say something? But then if he did what if the dean got angry with him? If that happened he could lose his scholarship and have to leave. His parents would be so disappointed in him if that happened....
 
"The look on your face practically screams end of the world you know." he said suddenly. "You're worried that I'll take advantage of you and threaten you with expulsion if you don't spread your legs like a good boy." he shook his head and sighed softly. "I don't rape my students James, it's messy and dangerous." tilting the teen's head he kissed him again, this time with passion and love. Smiling he wrapped his arms around his newest pet and lapped at the seam of his lips urging the slender boy to give in to him. Most did, and most loved it for a time before getting rebellious. That was when he had to be the bad guy....and he hated being the bad guy...sometimes.
 
James wasn't really sure what to do or how to react to this, and before he could say anything he felt the deans lips upon his own once more, a small whimper eminating from the boys thin frame as it shivered. Slowly, and against his better judgement, James' lips slowly began to part as they were probed by the older and more experienced tongue, and before long they were opened fully for the dean. Whilst he did believe the promise of no rape....though from the after comments James sort of got the feeling the dean had tried such a thing before and knew first hand of the consequences, he still felt it was probably better to just go along with things. Even if he wasn't expelled, the dean could still make James life difficult for as long as he attended the school.
 
Difficult was the word that Kaleb would use when it came to the consequences if James didn't do as he was told. A brief conversation about how he heard that the schorship student was giving out test answers and he's grade could be dropped to barely passing. Just enough to stay in the school while not getting any of the perks the school offered. However this one was coming around nicely, and as they kissed he could already see the steps he was to take before James would be begging to be fucked by his dean, he figured it'd take about a week. Pulling back he smiled, "See that wasn't so bad was it and I can tell by the look on your face you were enjoying it."
 
James gasped as the kiss was broken, a small strand of saliva connecting the two until the dean was far enough away for it to break, James eyes half open as he stared at the older man. He was right....the boy had enjoyed it, though that enjoyment had also brought much confusion. James had never liked boys before, he'd always liked sneaking a look at the girls in his old school....and thoughts of girls still fluttered through his head, though occasionally images of the dean shone through stronger than them.

"I....y-yes....I did...." He felt it was better to admit it than try to deny this. Still, what more could he say? He couldn't exactly ask for more...or could he? What if that was what the dean wanted? What if he wanted more than just a kiss? Still....James could hardly say no now could he?
 
Ahh the beauty of a teen boy questioning his sexuality, the dean knew the expression well. Justin had just realized he enjoyed the kiss more then he should and now he was confused. It made it much easier for him to get them to submit to him. Because the questions would grow more frequent until he wanted to be fucked to figure it out. There was also a good chance he would end up being bi-sexual which was even more fun.

"Do you want another kiss Justin? Do you want your dean kiss you here." he moved his head to the side and kissed his neck sucking on the skin until a red spot was left behind it it's wake. "Or here?" he moved to his collorbone kissing along it gently, "Or even here?" raising his shirt up he bent his head down and kissed the teen's nipple biting down on it gently before soothing it with several small licks.
 
((James, not Justin :p ))

James wasn't sure how to respond to the question about another kiss, though he had been about to answer yes when the dean just took it upon himself to make the decision. The boy shivered when his neck was kissed, followed by his collorbone, though when he felt his shirt being raised up the boy couldn't help but fidget a little, still not entirely comfortable with the situation.

When suddenly his nipple was kissed and gently bitten however, the boy gasped and jerked, unable to help letting out a soft whimper, the small nipple hardening in the older mans mouth, James letting out another soft moan as it was licked and soothed, his whole body shivering from the strange sensation.
 
Inexperianced teens where the best to toy with in such a manner. They didn't know how to respond to the stimulation so most just gave in. Smirking softly he nibbled the harded nub, his free hand rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. Here in the green house no one would see the Dean molesting his student, nor would they see the student with the aroused blush staining his cheeks.

Smirking around his treat he pulled away and ran a hand down his slender toro pausing at the hem line of his pants. "Do you want to to show you something nice James?" he murmered softly licking the shell of his ear.
 
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