Give in, you´re a pervert after all...

John raises his hands and looks down, feigning **** resignation. "Ok, you got me. I don't have a hallpass." The hallway monitors laugh and walk up to you confidently. "Wow, didn't even try to run. Almost like he wants to get fucked, right Angie?" The dominatrix grabs Johns hands and cuffes them behind his back and then leads him down the hallway.

The hallway monitors lead him down into the school basement. On the way they met other students walking back to class freshly fucked. Some of them walked stiffly, but looked alright. Hiding the pain in their ass. Others practically crawled on the floor, their pants still pulled down to show their red and sore assholes. The twink grobed John's ass and whispered in his ear. "Bet you can't wait to get fucked like them." You kept silent, but inside you couldn't deny he was right.

After a short while you reach a door marked "Disciplinary room" and enter. Inside you see a few students strapped down to benches, tables and suspended from the ceiling and several hallway monitors fucking them. The room almost stinks of sex, and is filled with the sounds of bodies slapping together, and the groans and whimpers of the participants. John is taken to a spanking bench with straps at the bottom. The dominatrix and twink quickly unbuckle his belt and pulls down his pants and boxers, then hoist him onto the bench and strap him in. Once John is strapped in they step in front of him and pull his head up by his hair. "Since you've been so co-opperative with us we're gonna give you a rare choice Slut. You get to choose which of us fucks you. So will it be me." The dominatrix said. "Or Jack?" Jack pulled out his cock and they presented both cock and strapon to John's mouth. "Suck the one you want and we'll get started."