Pete Starts Messing With School

I lift the pencil from the paper and use its eraser to scratch behind my ear. Relief washes over me when the itch I've been ignoring for the past two minutes finally disappears.

"These kinds of equations will definitely be on the test. So be sure to go over practice problems...."

The break in concentration allows my brain to recognize Ms. Roma's voice projecting from the front of the room. However, her words fade back into muffles when my hand returns to its vigorous writing.

Thanks to the Rule Book, I'm exempt from all tests and have no reason to care about math or any other subject. It also leaves me with nothing to do but sit in the back of my classes and toy with reality like the God I've become.

"Well that's it for today. Remember, pages 112-114 are your homework!" Ms. Roma calls out when the bell rings.

I glance over the additions I made this period before closing the Rule Book and tossing it in my bag. Standing up from my desk, I stretch in preparation to join the heard marching out of the room.

I wince in surprise when I feel cool air brushing between my thighs. Confused by the sensation, I look down and realize I'm still wearing the same outfit from this morning. The only addition to my T-shirt/Jockeys outfit are a pair of socks and sneakers. My new and improved cock's is still pushing against its cotton prison.

Suddenly, my mind flashes back to the end of my morning. I just gave my sister her reward for completing that ridiculous list of tasks, sniffing my balls. I adjusted how much people cared about my clothes while Cindy pressed her nose to my sack. I only did it because I was too lazy to change. Afterwords, I had Sis drive me to school while Mom blew me in the back seat.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I zip up my bag and throw over my shoulder. A smile spreads across my face at the thought of seeing changes I made throughout the day come to fruition.

Ms. Roma's eyes are locked on me as I approach my teacher's desk. Her face exudes nervousness and a deep red blush fills her cheeks.

The slender woman is on the short side, about my height or maybe half an inch taller. Brown hair hangs slightly below her shoulders. Her tits are small, but there's enough to be noticed through her blouse. You can tell she's in the early to mid 50's age range.

"Have a nice day Pete... And thanks for... you know... Stopping by my house." She says in a hushed tone.

I smile with content while giving her a quick glance up and down. Declining to share her discretion, I respond in a loud, hearty, voice.

"You mean letting you cum the other day? Not a problem. You went two weeks without an orgasm!"

Ms. Roma looks down at the floor in embarrassment.

"I'll admit I was surprised when you wagered your freedom on a coin toss. Especially when I was only betting my lunch. But damn! Watching my cream pie plop onto your face when you flipped over the couch was awesome!"

She reaches her right hand over and grabs the left arm. The pose paints her in a distressed light.

"Well... Ham and cheese is my favorite kind of sandwich... Are you coming back soon?" she replies with shame.

I boldly step forward and grab her pussy with ****. My teacher gasps in surprise while frantically scanning the room for anyone who could see the obscene gesture. Relieved to find that we are alone, she shuffles her feet shoulder width apart to give me better access. Although she would do the same even if anyone was around.

"Maybe in a couple days, Cock Gobbler. But when I do come back, the place better be redecorated. And remember... it's not your house anymore, it's my 'Fuck Shack'."

"Right, of course. I'll make sure everything's to your liking. The stripper pole is coming in today and the light up 'Pete's Fuck Shack' sign is already hung up on my garage." Ms. Roma says clearly scared of punishment.

The truth is none of those events ever actually happened. She only believes they did thanks to my 'Old Rules' which will be a recurring theme on my way home.

Without saying a word I snicker and release her from my grasp. Ms. Roma pants as I walk towards the exit. When I reach the door I stop in my tracks. Without turning back, I leave her with a final reminder.

"You better be complying with 'Fuck Shack' rules. No clothes allowed, only no-hands eating from a dog bowl on the floor, and spending all free time watching my sex tapes. Remember I have cameras everywhere. You'll be sorry if I catch you not butt naked, using a spoon, or watching tv."

Choosing not to wait for a response I confidently strut into the hall where chattering students scurry about. None of which seem to mind that I'm in my underwear. When I reach the administrative wing I find Mrs. Gray, a secretary, sitting at her desk outside the principal's office.

The 42 year old woman has her head buried in a computer screen and doesn't notice my presence. I roll my Jockeys down to my thighs while walking towards her. The massive erection between my legs springs into the open. When my target's in reach, I grab two fistfuls of hair and yank her face into my crotch.

"HEY WHA-MMMPHN" Squeals of shock turn into muffles when my balls cram against her mouth.

"Hey Dick Face! Not Gonna Say Hello?!?" I yell in a mocking but friendly voice.

Mrs. Gray's shrieks die down after realizing its me. I spend the next thirty seconds humping and rubbing her smooshed face all around my groin. I soak in the sight of my cock smearing across her cheeks, nose, and forehead. The warm feeling of her lips and breadth dance across my ball sack as they slide from chin to mouth.

Satisfied with the bizarre display, I let Mrs. Gray go. She leans back and takes a few heavy breadths. Pre-cum splotches lay scattered across the upper half of her face.

"Oh, hi Pete!" She cheerfully greats me through her panting. After catching her breadth, she continues to talk.

"Sweaty as usual, I see. You really got me with the old 'Dick Face' again! Haha!" Her giggles indicate that she sees my crude action as no more than a running joke between friends.

Joining in on her laughter, I grab my cock and wag it near her face. Mrs. Gray's eyes swing from side to side as she follows it like watching a tennis match.

"I sure did! Is Principal Hudson ready for our meeting?"

The secretary's mind becomes visibly side tracked as her finger finds a trail of pre-cum I left behind. She nods while feeding a strand of my spillage into her mouth. I pull up my underwear while awaiting her response.

"Yup, she's waiting for you. Hey, thanks again for helping my husband and I work out the issues with our sex life. Things have really improved in the bedroom. Matt still has trouble sitting down but says it's totally worth it."

An amused smirk creeps across my face as I look down at the woman casually sucking her finger.

"Happy to help Mrs. Gray! You just needed someone to say that your husband's clearly a sissy out loud. Hearing that made revealing your secret desire to dominate him feel safe. Only thing left to do was point out the obvious. The wrong person was doing the fucking in your relationship."

Mrs. Gray looks up from my crotch and nods in agreement. She pulls the finger from her mouth and swivels her chair to face me directly. Her blouse is what you'd expect from a high school employee except she's one or two buttons short of being considered appropriately dressed. It also makes her lack of a bra easy to notice.

She crosses her arms below her chest which causes the decent sized cleavage to catch my attention. There's currently no rule in place to make openly staring at her tits acceptable, so I restrain myself to just a quick glance. After sneaking a peek, my eye's dart back up to properly address her as she responses.

"Yes, I should've been the fucker and Matt the fucked all along. We love the new roles in our sex life so much. They're actually starting to spill into other parts of our lives. It's exactly like what you said would happen."

My eyebrow cocks up with intrigue. From the moment I brought my powers to school, I've been frantically writing rules nonstop. Apparently, there are now too many for me to keep track.

"We've practically traded underwear draws. I should have ditched the bras and switched to boxers a long time ago! Matt's just as comfortable with his switch as I am. It's all we ever wear at home lately."

Mrs. Gray's arms uncross and she begins rubbing her thighs through her black dress pants. Her motion subconsciously prompts me to softly rub my erection through my Jockeys. Then my thoughts suddenly flash back to second period where I had made the rules regarding my favorite secretary. With this mental 'aha!' moment, I'm now able to keep playing around.

"It feels right doesn't it? Wearing the underwear that matches your role in sex is natural. I'm sure that's not the only thing in your home life being affected." I add while stroking over my crotch.

The secretary nods in agreement yet again. She continues to rub her thighs while continuing the story.

"It certainly isn't. Matt's come to love being bossed around and degraded even in non-sexual scenarios. Honestly, I love dominating him too. We've been trying to get the kids to join in. We told them it's ok to smack their Dad around and treat him like the little bitch he is. I'd thought they'd love the idea, but..... They've been hesitant."

The mention of her children shifts both our attention to a framed picture sitting on the desk. The brother and sister sit on a park bench wearing dress clothes and wide smiles. The Gray twins are fellow 18 year old high school seniors. I've never met them since they go to a different school.

"Our kids were disturbed when I came downstairs in just Matt's boxers for the first time. They both gasped at my exposed chest. Then my boy almost fainted when his father followed wearing nothing but my pink bra and matching panties. But we quickly explained how you helped us and gave them some time to adjust. Now, they've come to see it as normal. I'm sure that will also be the case with degrading their Dad."

Mrs. Gray raises a hand to her chin and stares into the distance. She appears to be deep in thought.

"Although, they where extra shocked at dinner last night. I smacked Matt across the face and told him the only way he's eating is if he scrubs the toilets clean enough to use one as a plate. Their jaws dropped when he started crawling out of the kitchen.... Oh well. I bet they'll be dragging him by his hair to clean their rooms in no time."

In the middle of her thought I look up at a clock on the wall. It seems my encounter with Mrs. Gray's gone on much longer than expected. The real main event has been waiting for me in the next room over. Deciding to wrap up the conversation, I cut in.

"I'm sure they will. Especially since your daughter's always wanted to piss on someone. The three of you should talk about it tonight. Let her know it's totally fine to lay her Dad in the bathtub and squat over his face to piss."

The woman's concentrated face perks up as if a lightbulb just appeared over her head. She snaps up at me with urgency and excitement.

"That's a great idea Pete! Using her Dad as a urinal will definitely erase any respect she has for him. She'll be stomping on him in no time. I had no idea that she'd like to pee on a someone. You really have an eye for this."

Instead of responding immediately, I reach for her purse which is also sitting on the desk. After a little digging I find a pocket holding about $50 cash and pull it out.

"That I do. I'm gonna take this as payment for my help and go see Principal Hudson. She's waited long enough."

I stand up strait and tuck the money into my backpack's side pocket. Mrs. Gray's still looking at me with glee.

"You earned it, Pete! I'll be watching out for your next visit. Hitting me with a 'Dick Face' won't be so easy."

A curious look forms across her face. She scrunches her nose and takes two investigative sniffs.

"I think the smell of your ball sack stuck to my face. I guess your dick-cheese seeped into the skin again. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you purposefully skip showering the night before your appointments."

Her tone makes it clear that the allegation is more playful than incriminating. It was true of course, but she didn't seem to care about my poor hygiene or the fact that she'll be smelling my musk for a while.

My response is an innocent smile and an equally playful shrug that reads 'you got me'. Then, after a quick goodbye, I turn and walk through the door to the Principal's office.

"Hey, Principal Hudson. I'd apologize for the delay but we both know my time's way more valuable than yours."