Handle a more resistant student

The knock at his door came precisely at 3:45 PM.

"Come in," Alex called, straightening a stack of papers on his desk to maintain the appearance of professionalism.

Madison entered with the arrogant confidence that had once infuriated him. Her dark hair was pulled back in a severe ponytail, highlighting her sharp cheekbones and cold blue eyes. Like all female students under the new dress code he'd implemented, her uniform skirt barely covered her ass, and the white button-up was tailored to emphasize her athletic figure.

"You wanted to see me about my grade situation?" she asked, not bothering with pleasantries. Even now, with all the changes he'd made, Madison maintained that edge of superiority that had grated on him from day one.

"Close the door, Madison," Alex instructed, watching as she complied with a slight roll of her eyes. "I've been reviewing your latest essay on Faulkner's use of stream of consciousness, and I have to say, I'm concerned."

Madison's jaw tightened. "I put a lot of work into that paper."

"Effort doesn't always translate to understanding," Alex replied, enjoying how her confidence faltered. "But I'm willing to offer you an opportunity to demonstrate a deeper comprehension of the material."

"What kind of opportunity?" Madison asked, crossing her arms defensively.

Alex leaned back in his chair, studying her. "I've been developing a new educational protocol—more advanced than what we've implemented school-wide. It's showing promising results with students who need... additional reinforcement."

"You mean like what you did with Tiffany?" Madison's tone was sharp, accusatory.

"So you've heard about that," Alex said, unfazed. "Word travels fast."

"It's disgusting," Madison spat. "Using your position to—"

"To help students succeed?" Alex interrupted. "The results speak for themselves. Tiffany's analysis improved dramatically after our session."

Madison's eyes narrowed. "That's not education. That's exploitation."

Alex felt a surge of anger at her defiance. Unlike the other students and teachers who had quickly accepted his implemented changes, Madison remained frustratingly resistant.

"That's a strong accusation from someone who's failing my class," he said coldly. "Perhaps you'd prefer to explain to your parents why you won't be attending Columbia in the fall? I understand they've already paid the deposit."

He watched as the calculation played across her face—the weighing of dignity against consequences.

"What exactly does this 'protocol' involve?" she finally asked, her voice tight.

Alex stood and moved to lock the classroom door. "It's a multi-phase approach to cognitive reinforcement. The first phase involves establishing a physical connection to enhance receptivity to instruction."

Madison's eyes followed him as he returned to his desk. "And what does that mean in non-bullshit terms?"

Alex smiled thinly. "It means you need to demonstrate your willingness to receive instruction. On your knees."

The shock on Madison's face was delicious—a crack in that perfect facade of control she always maintained.

"You can't be serious," she whispered.

"I'm offering you a path to academic success," Alex said calmly. "Take it or leave it. But understand the consequences of your choice."

Madison stood frozen, clearly torn between disgust and the pressure of her academic future.

"The protocols are approved by administration," Alex added, leveraging his Trend Setter ability to make this blatant lie seem plausible. "They're based on neurological research showing that certain physical acts release hormones that enhance memory retention and analytical thinking."

He could see her wavering, the seeds of doubt taking root. His ability worked its subtle magic, making the absurd sound reasonable, even necessary.

"This stays between us," Madison finally said, her voice barely audible.

"Of course," Alex agreed. "Educational privacy is paramount."

With visible ****, Madison moved toward him, her steps halting. When she reached his desk, she paused.

"What exactly do you want me to do?" she asked, her voice hollow.

Alex unbuckled his belt with deliberate slowness. "The protocol requires oral application of certain pheromones that stimulate cognitive function. Kneel."

Madison sank to her knees, her face a mask of resignation and fury. Alex unzipped his pants and freed his semi-hard cock, already anticipating her submission.

"This is completely fucked up," Madison muttered, staring at his growing erection with disgust.

"Your academic vocabulary needs work," Alex commented dryly. "Now, take it in your hand and begin the stimulation process."

With visible revulsion, Madison reached out and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. Her touch was tentative, unpracticed—nothing like Tiffany's eager ministrations.

"Firmer," Alex instructed. "The protocol requires proper technique for optimal benefit."

Madison tightened her grip and began stroking mechanically, her eyes fixed on a point beyond his shoulder, refusing to look at what she was doing.

"The research indicates that visual connection enhances the neurological benefits," Alex said, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at his cock. "Focus on the task at hand."

Her blue eyes, usually so cold and confident, now burned with humiliation as she stared at his hardening member. Alex felt a surge of power that was almost as arousing as her **** touch.

"Now transition to oral application," he commanded. "The pheromones must be released in the proper environment for maximum absorption."

Madison's jaw clenched. "This is insane."

"This is educational science," Alex countered smoothly. "Your comprehension depends on following the protocol correctly."

After a moment of silent rebellion, Madison leaned forward and took him into her mouth. The wet heat enveloped him, and Alex had to stifle a groan of satisfaction. Her technique was amateur—too much teeth, not enough suction—but the sight of Madison, his most arrogant student, with his cock in her mouth was intoxicating.

"Use your tongue more actively," he instructed, his voice slightly strained. "The protocol requires thorough application."

Madison glared up at him but complied, her tongue beginning to work around the head of his cock with more deliberate movements. Despite her inexperience, the sensation was incredible—enhanced by the knowledge that this was Madison, who had once whispered to classmates that he was "a pathetic excuse for an educator" when she thought he couldn't hear.

"That's better," Alex praised, threading his fingers through her ponytail. "Now I'm going to demonstrate a more advanced technique that's shown remarkable results in cognitive enhancement."

Before she could protest, he tightened his grip on her hair and thrust deeper into her mouth. Madison made a muffled sound of surprise as his cock hit the back of her throat, her hands coming up to push against his thighs.

"Relax your throat," Alex instructed clinically, even as his pulse quickened with dark excitement. "Resistance only inhibits the process."

Madison struggled against his hold, but Alex maintained his grip, slowly pushing deeper into her throat. Her eyes watered as she gagged around him, the tight constriction of her throat sending waves of pleasure through his body.

"Perfect," he groaned, beginning to thrust more rhythmically. "The activation of the gag reflex actually enhances neurological receptivity—it's a stress response that opens neural pathways."

Madison's mascara began to run as tears formed in her eyes, black streaks trailing down her cheeks as Alex fucked her throat with increasing ****. Her hands still pushed weakly against his thighs, but he ignored her resistance, reminding himself of all the times she had undermined him in class, questioned his interpretations, made him feel small and incompetent.

"Mmmpphh—" Madison tried to pull back, but Alex held her firmly in place.

"The protocol requires completion," he said through gritted teeth, feeling his climax building. "For maximum benefit, the final application should be—"

He pulled out suddenly, gripping his cock with one hand while maintaining his hold on her hair with the other. Madison gasped for breath, her lips swollen and wet with saliva, mascara streaking her face.

"What—" she began, but was cut off as Alex erupted, his cum splashing across her face in hot spurts. She flinched and tried to turn away, but his grip on her hair prevented her escape as rope after rope landed on her cheeks, lips, and forehead.

"Facial application has shown the highest efficacy rates," Alex explained, his breathing heavy as he milked the last drops onto her chin. "The research indicates that direct contact with facial receptors creates the strongest cognitive links."

Madison knelt before him, cum dripping down her face, her eyes blazing with hatred and humiliation.

"Now," Alex continued, tucking himself away and zipping up, "the protocol requires you to maintain contact with the pheromones for several minutes. No wiping."

"You're a fucking monster," Madison whispered, her voice ragged from the throat-fucking.

Alex smiled coldly. "I'm an educator using proven techniques. And based on this session, I believe you'll benefit from more intensive instruction. A home visit would be appropriate for a student at your level of need."

Madison's eyes widened. "What? No—"

"I'll be contacting your parents to arrange homeschooling supplementation," Alex continued as if she hadn't spoken. "Given your academic situation, I'm sure they'll be grateful for the extra attention from a concerned teacher."

"My parents would never—"

"Your parents, like everyone else at Westwood, understand the importance of our new educational methodologies," Alex said smoothly, his Trend Setter ability already working to make this new expansion of his power seem reasonable and accepted. "They'll welcome the additional support."

Madison stared at him, his semen still cooling on her face, the realization dawning that her humiliation was only beginning.

"You can clean up now," Alex said, gesturing to the box of tissues on his desk. "And I expect to see improvement in your analysis of Faulkner for next class."

As Madison shakily reached for the tissues, Alex added with casual cruelty, "Oh, and Madison? This was just the preliminary protocol. The advanced techniques require much more... comprehensive application. I'll explain everything to your parents when I visit."

The look of dread on her cum-stained face was almost as satisfying as the throat-fucking had been.