Special Education (Ahlaway & Aalyiarah)

[Ahlaway]

"You know teach, this wouldn't have happened if you weren't such a dick." It was a lie of course. Zach may not have made much of an effort in class, but that didn't mean he wasn't smart. Clever as a devil some would say, and when he'd come across information that could ruin his teacher's life, he'd really had no choice but to use it. The final bell had sounded a good hour ago, and Zach had given the man, who had been a constant thorn in his side for what was supposed to be his easy do nothing year, half of that time to think things were normal. A generous act if you asked him. Then, once most of the student body had gone, he went and presented his evidence. The bundle of papers carrying enough dirty laundry to get the man fired, and very likely, ruin his chances of getting another teaching position. The man had been angry of course, but that had given way to fear in the end, when he'd explained that he had more copies of these stashed away, and was friends with the unidentified punk who'd managed to hack the school website twice this year already.

Things had gone smoothly from there. He'd locked the door and ordered the older man to strip and lean over his desk, which he did after a bit of backtalk- something he could only expect until he got the older man properly trained. He'd bound his hands with his tie, and now sat behind him, in the teacher's chair, a grin plastered on his face as he slipped a pencil into the deliciously tight ring of muscles. "I didn't expect for things to go this well teach, so I didn't really come prepared." A second pencil worked it's way in alongside the first. "Don't worry though. Tomorrow will be better. Hey, which sounds like more fun to teach with in? Anal beads, or a plug? I was thinking something that vibrates. Hm, maybe I should take you home and try them out first." And in went a third.

 

[Aalyiarah]

Tristian felt useless as the side of his face laid against the wooden desk, his body bend over leaving his ass exposed to his student's desires. Hands tied behind his back, betrayed by his own necktie, and the cruel voice of Zach echoing in his ears. Unsure what the rebellious boy was going to do even though he wanted to resist the chance of the information being leaked since it would ruin everything he had worked for as a teacher. His cock flaccid, Tristian had never been interested in other males before and especially wasn't into this sort of treatment. Legs spread to help himself stay balance he'd feel something small probing at his tight ring, slowly it broke through slipping inside. Gritting his teeth, he wanted to speak back but instead hissed sharply. 'how long has he been planning this,' the question popped into his mind as he heard Zach say, '...I didn't really come prepared...' Tristian winced as his filled canal was entered once more by another small slender object. It was obvious that he wasn't accustomed to such things as each object was inserted his ass would tighten around them only aiding in the slight full feeling and bit of pressure.

"N-none of them," Tristian responded almost regretting that he too had a rebellious side. "Th-this should be enough torment," he couldn't help to speak back to the younger male who he had no respect for and thought of as nothing more than a punk. Knowing that he shouldn't have said anything Tristian thought that if he gave in that things would only get worse, he didn't know that the best thing for him to do was submit.

 

[Ahlaway]

Well, he would have been lying if he said he'd expected the teacher's good behavior to keep up. That, or if he said he was disappointed that the stubborn man had given him a chance to punish him this soon. After all, he'd been longing to put the older man in his place from the moment he'd stepped in his class. Lifting his hand he brought it down hard over and over again until the man's ass cheek was bright red and warm to the touch. Then he did the same to the other cheek.

"I don't think you understand what's happening, teach." Grabbing the other man's hair, he yanked him up before wrapping an arm around his chest to hold him close- not caring that pressed back to chest, the pencils were shoved in deeper. "You belong to me until I decide that I want to let you go. Until I get bored and decide to let you go, you're going to do whatever the fuck I say. I want you to teach with nipple clamps and a vibrator in your ass? You're going to do it. I want you under your desk during your planning period sucking me off? You'll do it." As he spoke, he lazily pinched and teased the other man's nipples. "If I want you to come home with me after the bell rings and be my pretty little sex slave, you'll cancel your plans and come, because if you don't all of your dirty little secrets are going to get plastered on the school website for everyone to see."

 

[Aalyiarah]

Tristian's teeth clenched the moment his pale bare butt was stuck. His right cheek being assaulted then his left buttock. Each aggressive strike threatened to bring tears from his eyes however Tristian's pride refused to let those tears fall. The blazing heat emitting from his posterior, Tristian felt a twinge of panic when his hair was seized forcefully making him groan out painfully. Lifted from his desk and painfully embraced by his out-of-control student, Tristian felt his back collide with the other's chest and pain seared in his tight ring. Feeling the cluster of small objects slipping deeper the older man couldn't fight the swelling in his tear ducts as a few tears managed to fall, leaving their trail on his cheeks and onto the desk. Hear the threats. The sound in his student's voice Tristan knew these weren't idle threats, and evidence the other had was career ending.

Wanting a bit of relief from the small objects, fearing they may completely slip inside of his body, Tristain swallowed hard mentally ready to give in but instead the words, "you're a sick little shit!" He'd scoff out of anger, "you'll regret this!" The fighter within him was strong, and he didn't want to give such a disrespectful student the power that he seemed to want.