Mr. Underwood, Brody's Teacher

Brody turns around to find his teacher, Mr. Underwood, calling him.

"Brody," says Mr. Underwood, "Please see me in my classroom before you leave today."

Brody drove to school so he didn't have to worry about catching the bus. After he says goodbye to his friend group, Brody grabs his stuff from his locker and heads back to Mr. Underwood's classroom. By this time, there aren't that many people left in the school. Most have either gone home or are at whatever after school program they are participating in.

Brody knocks on the door and enters the classroom.

Mr. Underwood looks up from his desk. "Come in, Brody," Mr. Underwood says. Brody enters the classroom completely. "Take a seat."

Brody takes a seat at a desk near Mr. Underwood.

There is another knock at the door. "I forgot to give you your book back," says Mrs. Pretty. Mr. Underwood gets up from his desk and gets the book from Mrs. Pretty. They say goodnight to each other. Mr. Underwood closes the classroom door and locks it.

The blinds on the windows are also closed to help keep out the hot sun, so the only light in the room is from the heavy fluorescence from the ceiling above.

Mr. Underwood returns to his desk and sits down.

"Now, Brody," says Mr. Underwood. "I hate to inform you that you are about to fail my class."

"What?" Says Brody, shocked. Sure, he wasn't the smartest student, but he thought he was doing well enough.

"I can tell that you're trying," continues Mr. Underwood, "but your last test results weren't enough."

"Is there anything I can do?" Asks Brody. "Maybe some extra credit?"

Mr. Underwood seems to think about it for a few minutes. "Well, maybe we can make an arrangement."

"Anything," says Brody. "I can't afford to fail."

"Come here," says Mr. Underwood.

Brody gets up and goes closer to Mr. Underwood's desk. Mr. Underwood swivels around in his chair. Brody's eyes go wide as he watches Mr. Underwood unzip his pants and pulls out his dick.

"What the fuck?" Asks Brody.

"If you want to pass my class," says Mr. Underwood, "You can help me with this." He points to the long, thick sausage that's sticking straight up out of his fly.

"No way!" Brody says. Brody heads for the door.

"Fine," says Mr. Underwood, putting his dick back inside his pants. "You fail my class then and won't be eligible to graduate this year."

Brody stops short of grabbing onto the doorknob. He thinks it over. My really wants to graduate this year.

"Fine," Brody finally says.

"Good boy," says Mr. Underwood. He takes his massive dick back out of his pants.

"What do you want me to do?" Asks Brody.