Chapter 4

It was quiet in the library. A few other students were reading or doing homework, and a few others were typing away on the computers. The mousey librarian was walking around with a little cart of books, scanning them and putting them on shelves. I was making my way through math questions, algebra and trigonometry. A few weeks ago, I could never have imagined working after school hours. Fuck, I couldn’t even imagine doing work inside school hours. I hated school. All of it. I just wanted to rip the whole thing down. Yet, here I was in the library reading and working. Trying to catch up on years of missed work, I suppose.

It started when we moved to this neighbourhood. My Dad said it was a last chance, that if I continued the way I was he wouldn’t be able to cope. Had that changed me? Seeing my Dad pushed as far as he would go. It was nice to think maybe it was. That I had some empathy. But it was hard to say for sure. I don’t remember a single moment when I decided to try to be good. It just sort of started. I was less angry, and I had started to think about how my Dad felt. What my future might be if I kept acting out.

And then what had happened last night. I kept replaying it in my head. Feeling my Dad’s cock. Him cumming. And then licking him clean. Why did I do that? I wasn’t angry or hurt. Curious maybe? I did what he told me, and it felt good. I don’t think I had ever done what he told me before, so it makes sense I wouldn’t recognise the feeling.

One of my teachers, Mr Lawrence, had told me he would give me a lift home. I knew he and Dad had spoken, were even becoming friends, maybe. Before we moved, Dad never had any friends. He was always too busy getting me out of trouble.

With my work done, I packed up my books and headed out of the library and down the hall to Mr Lawrence’s office. The office was right on the other side of the school, away from all the other offices. It was down a corridor all on its own. I knocked on the door before opening it.

Mr Lawrence was sitting behind his desk, typing on his keyboard, as I opened the door and walked in. He stood up. He was tall and muscular, with thick dark hair that had a tiny hint of grey at the temples. He was wearing a well-fitting shirt and trousers. His tie was left on his desk, and his top button was undone. It was after school hours, I supposed.

‘Ah, Jake, come in, come in, how are you? How are the studies going?’ He asked.

‘I am good, thank you, Mr Lawrence.’ I tapped the books under my arm. ‘And yeah, I’m getting there. Not sure maths will ever be my thing, but I am making progress.’

‘Good, good. We had a few ups and downs when you first started, but it seems you are really settling in. All your teachers have had nothing but good things to say these last few weeks. I know your Dad is very proud.’ I winced a little at the mention of my Dad. Mr Lawrence pointed at the small sofa opposite his desk. ‘Now, do take a seat. I have one more appointment with a student, but then I can get you home.’ I slipped my bag off my shoulder and sat, just as I did, the door opened sharply.

A boy about my age walked in, and I recognised him. I knew we didn’t have any classes together, but I had seen him around. I was pretty sure he was on the swim team.

‘You wanted to see me.’ His eyes fell on me and then flicked back to Mr Lawrence.

‘You are running late, Mark. And next time, do remember to knock. This school is supposed to be teaching you manners. Say hello to Jake.’

‘Errr, hi Jake,’ he said dismissively.

‘Hey.’ I replied

Mr Lawrence continued. ‘We need to talk about Ben.’

‘Ben?’ Mark asked. He looked at me again, then at Mr Lawrence. He was more nervous this time, the look more obvious: ‘You want to talk about this now?’

‘Don’t worry about the extra company. We will be talking about this now. You won’t get far playing dumb. I saw Ben go into Miss St Claire’s English room on the CCTV early this morning. You are lucky I’m the one who checked it.’

‘Oh.’

‘Yes, ‘oh.’ Your parents are good friends, and that means you are allowed to have your fun, Mark, but you know how this works, you need to ask permission before bringing anyone in.’ As he spoke, Mr Lawrence walked around the room, pulling the blinds closed.

‘James-’ Mark said, protesting.

Mr Lawrence’s eyes narrowed, and his voice grew colder. ‘It’s not James, boy, it’s Mr Lawrence.’ There was a moment of tension. I saw Mark shift his weight from foot to foot, doing what I used to do so often, thinking about asserting dominance. Up until a few weeks ago, it was second nature. I would have told Mr Lawrence to fuck off and stormed out of the office. Now I wasn’t so sure, and by the looks of things, Mark wasn’t either.

‘Mr Lawrence, I’m sorry.’ Mark said, finally, looking at the ground.

‘Good as well you should be. Now strip and bend over.’ Mr Lawrence said, his tone still even and cool. He unbuckled his belt and walked out from behind his desk. Mark looked like he was about to walk out or start shouting, but Mr Lawrence pulled Mark close and whispered something into his ear. I couldn’t hear what it was, but I saw Mark’s eye go wide. Then, without another word, Mark pulled his shirt off and his trousers and boxers down, pulling them off completely over his shoes. Mark’s body was very impressive, with rippling muscles and a thick cock. His balls too looked large. Certainly bigger than mine. Mark slowly bent over Mr Lawrence’s desk, a few papers crinkling under him. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t seem to. Mark definitely was a swimmer; his muscular ass was smooth and hairless.

‘Jake?’ Mr Lawrence asked. I flinched, surprised at the sudden mention of my name.

‘Yes, sir?’ I said without thinking

‘Would you like to spank him?’ Mr Lawrence asked. Mark made a muffled noise of protest but stopped short of moving or actually speaking.

I wasn’t sure. My mouth opened as if to speak, but no words came out.

‘Mark here has been a bad boy and needs to be punished.’ Mr Lawrence said, explaining it to me. I stood up. My mouth was dry with nerves, but again I felt this compulsion to do what I was told. Something in me knew that disappointing Mr Lawrence was something that I could never knowingly do again. Was this the feeling I had with Dad? Standing behind Mark, I lifted my palm and brought it down. Hard. The heavy slap cracked, and Mark’s ass began to immediately redden. I felt my palm tingle from the blow.

‘Good boy, Jake,’ Mr Lawrence said. ‘You may sit back down.’

My heart swelled. I was a good boy. It was clear, however, that Mark had not been, and with his belt, Mr Lawrence set about delivering heavy thwacks to his students’ exposed ass. At first, Mark made no sound; his ass jiggling with each blow. I was almost impressed by how long he lasted before the first muffled grunt escaped. After that, though he quickly devolved into cries, pants and moans before finally begging.

‘Please, please, sir, stop. I can’t take any more.’ Mr Lawrence paused mid-stroke, his arm in the air. ‘I’ll be good, please, I’m sorry. No more.’ Mark continued to beg.

‘There we are, that’s a better attitude.’ Mr Lawrence said, dropping his belt on his desk, he stood back admiring Mark’s bright red ass. I could only imagine how much that would bruise overnight. From the side angle, I could see the outline of Mr Lawrence’s bulging cock. Mark, shaking, stood and moved to put his clothes back on. ‘What do you think you are doing?’ Mr Lawrence snapped.

‘Sir?’

‘Did I tell you to get dressed?’

‘No, Sir.’ Mark hung his head.

‘No, I did not. I was going to make you eat Jake’s ass and let you go, but it seems you still have some things to learn.’ I saw tears fall down Mark’s face. Mr Lawrence roughly grabbed Mark’s meaty cock and balls and pulled them. He was clinical, as if inspecting his student. ‘Hmmm, bigger than you were.’ Mark let out a moan. ‘But not as big as me. Get on your knees, you are going to prove you know how to use your mouth for more than getting into trouble.’

Mark dropped to his knees. Mr Lawrence unzipped his fly and pulled out his massive, hard cock. My mouth was no longer dry; it was wet. Mr Lawrence first laid his meat on Mark’s face. He then picked it up and dropped it, his cock making a heavy thwack as it impacted Mark’s cheek. ‘You look so pretty with my cock on your face, Mark. Maybe I should have Jake take some photos.’

Mark bit his lip. ‘Please don’t, I’ll be good.’

‘Show me, boy.’

Hesitantly, Mark put his mouth on Mr Lawrence’s cock, pressing the head with his lips and running them up and down the thick shaft. It was a half-hearted attempt at best. ‘Mark, I am about to fuck you and spit is the only lube you are getting, so you better try a bit harder.’ The boy on his knees redoubled his efforts, like a cock hungry whore he started slobbering and gagging, drool and spit fell in long strings to the floor and over Mark’s naked chest. It did not take long before Mark was kneeling in a pool of his own spit, and Mr Lawrence’s cock was soaked across its entire impressive length. A few minutes passed, and after listening to the sounds of slurping and spitting, I had to shift to get comfortable with my own hard cock.

Mr Lawrence cradled Mark’s chin with his hand. It was almost tender then, in a quiet but firm voice, he said, ‘Bend over my desk again, boy.’ Shaking even more now, Mark lay out over his teacher’s desk, as maybe a show of submissiveness or hoping it might hurt less, he spread his cheeks ready to be fucked. There was no ceremony or more words from Mr Lawrence. He simply lined up the thick head of his cock with Mark’s hole and pushed. Mark winced, grunted, cried out and moaned as, without stopping, Mr Lawrence buried ten inches of hard cock into him.

Mr Lawrence gave a little mercy as he waited a few seconds for Mark to get used to being so full. I could hear the swimmer trying to relax through long, slow breaths. These were lost to frantic pants as Mr Lawrence grabbed his hips and began to pound. Mark’s cock slapped the bottom of the desk with every thrust and was soon leaking precum.

As I watched Mark take each thrust, I resisted the urge to touch myself. Mr Lawrence had not given me permission, and I did not want to get in trouble.

Mr Lawrence was a machine. Every thrust perfectly judged and timed, I could tell just how hard he was going by the jolt each pound sent through Mark. Mr Lawrence spanked Mark’s ass and grabbed his hips before he ran his nails down Mark’s back until he was red and scratched from the back of his neck to the bottom of his ass. I was transfixed.

Mark was a mess, moaning and panting, and he was biting the back of his hand so as not to be too loud. I saw more and more precum leak from his cock, so much that it was a constant stream that fell to the carpet.

‘Ready for me to feel you up?’ Mr Lawrence said, his voice still sounded in complete control. This was not about his pleasure but teaching Mark a lesson.

‘Fuck, please don’t cum in me, sir,’ Mark moaned. He didn’t sound very convincing.

‘I wasn’t giving you an option.’

With a final thrust and a satisfied grunt, Mr Lawrence came. He buried himself as far as he could get in Mark’s ass and held himself there. For a moment, no one moved, but to my surprise, Mark began to lift off the desk, pushed up by his belly. For a moment, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, but I realised that Mr Lawrence was still coming. Mark’s washboard abs disappeared as his belly grew and grew, being filled with pint after pint of cum. I could only imagine how a thick torrent of cum like that would feel. Mark let out a long ‘Fuuuuck’ as he was being filled. Finally, Mr Lawrence pulled out, cum spraying from his cock and leaking down Mark’s thighs. He roughly pulled the dazed Mark up off the desk and turned him around so I could see. He looked pregnant. His belly was so full of cum that it stuck out like he was carrying twins.

Cock swinging and dripping, Mr Lawrence opened a drawer in his desk and revealed a large black butt plug. This time, without spit, he pushed into Mark. Mark must have been stretched out as it slid in with no resistance, just a wet squelch.

‘There. I don’t want so much cum wasted. A lesson learned, I hope.’

Mark kept his eyes on the floor, his hands struggling to cover his belly. ‘Someone will see...’

‘Oh, don’t be so dramatic, put your coat on and keep your bag in front of you. I know you’ll be driving home.’

‘Yes, Sir.’ Mark’s voice was sullen.

‘I know you are thinking about heading to the bathroom as soon as you leave my office. That’s why I want you to send me a photo of this lovely belly when you get home’ Mr Lawrence rubbed Mark’s distended belly as if he really was pregnant. ‘I think you know if you don’t, there will be consequences.’

Mark’s shoulders dropped; not just humiliated, he now seemed defeated. He began to slowly get dressed. Then with a slight waddle, he left the room. Mr Lawrence put his softening cock away and turned to me.

‘Shall I drive you home now, Jake?’