Dreaming a little dream

Is it boring that when sleeping my dreams always took me back to work? Although if you've read my story this far I suspect this classroom dream may be of interest to you...

Even before Jake had started to mould me to his will I'd had nightmares of being stood in front of a class, where each and every word I said was completely ignored as the students ran amok. I'm told it's a common dream that teachers have, the fear that one day their authority would disappear and they'd be reduced to nothing. But this time I was saved by an unlikely source.

"Fucks sake!" exclaimed Jake "will you lot behave! Right, get your heads down and whoever gets the highest mark in the test gets to stay behind and have detention with Miss Stephenson"

Suddenly the eyes of all the boys in my class were on me. Somehow they knew what my detention with Jake had lead to and they all wanted it. They stared at me, fantasising about what they'd do if left alone with me, their teenage cocks hardening at the thought of fucking their teacher. I should have been pissed at Jake for offering me up to the class as a prize, but I was too busy deciding who I hoped would win.

One by one the boys walked up to my desk, their test papers in hand and a sly grin or wink on their faces as they approached me, desperately hoping they'd pulled off the best marks in their lives. As I looked down at the completed papers Jake strode behind them and took them from me.

"Well now this is interesting" he revealed as he flicked through the tests "looks like two students have managed to score A's.... Ben Jackson and Dean Potter"

Almost perfectly on cue the school bell rang to signify the end of the school day. A trope of disappointed faces passed me, I presumed from their failure to earn the detention rather than not acing the test, until it was just me, Jake, Ben and Dean left.

I looked at the two boys who had earned their detentions. Ben was the stereotypical hard working student, the only thing that exceeded his grades was his awkwardness on the rare times a member of the opposite sex had started a conversation with him. He was tall, gangly with barely an ounce of muscle on him.

Dean was pretty much the polar opposite. At nineteen he should have graduated long ago, his failure to have done so coming from one of the worst attendance records a pupil had ever managed. As well as the fact his violent and aggressive behaviour to his fellow students had seen him thrown out of every other school in the local area. Some bullies were strong, verging on the anti-hero, but Dean wasn't one of them. He was just cruel, taking pleasure in the misery he inflicted on others.

I don't think it would be possible to have picked two more different members of the class. The only thing they had in common was the prominent bulge of their teenage erections straining to be released from their trousers.

"Now boys, I hope you're going to treat Miss Stephenson well" said Jake with a glint in his eye "she really does know how to make detention enjoyable"

And with that final comment Jake exited the classroom leaving me alone with my two horny detentionees.