Chapter 10
James stood red faced and now flaccid in front of the entire class for what felt like an eternity. In reality thirty minutes had gone by before the rest of the class was dismissed. He stood awkwardly, his feet hurting from being stationary for so long. He didn't know where to look. He avoided making eye contact with both the shocked students, and those who thought the entire incident was hilarious at his misfortune.
At one point he tried to subtlety squat down to try and retrieve the waist band of his trousers to slowly slide them back up. He was stopped when he caught the attention of Mr Smith, who was standing next to him at the whiteboard giving his lecture. The man abruptly stomped on the back of his trousers and silently glared at him, challenging his next move. The class went silent as the pair briefly dueled. James quickly yielded, slumping his shoulders and dropping his clothing in defeat. His head hung down as he heard Mr Smith resume his lesson. Worse still, James would occasionally make eye contact with Dale.
James had periods of feeling rage he never thought possible. He was a mostly calm person, passive even, at most he sometimes cursed in anger or frustration. He had never been in a physical fight before and mostly just did what others wanted, not wanting to create waves. As such he had never felt such anger before. These feelings were interspersed with absolute shame, embarrassment and regret that swirled like a hurricane in James' mind. He knew Dale disliked him. James' family wasn't rich by any means; ordinarily he would never be able to come to a school like this without a scholarship; something that he knew the boy thought less of him for. He didn't understand why Dale had such hatred and loathing for him. Apart from objecting to some sexual activities, he ultimately did everything asked of him, though begrudgingly and unwillingly at times. He wondered if there was something else that make him act that way. He even hated Noah for similar stated reasons. He truly did not understand Dale's mindset.
Slightly stretching his back James peered to his right towards Mr Smith who sat sitting behind his desk working on his laptop. His desk was neatly organised with his laptop aligned with the edges of his desk. His two pens were also neatly arranged with one another and a coffee cup sat on a coaster, the school's emblem facing towards the man. When the lesson ended James attempted to again pull his trousers back up, but was stopped when his teacher advised him "not until I say so. Stand there until you're told otherwise."
He watched in deeper despair as the other students quietly made their way out. Some giving James looks of pity, others teasing him with snide remarks, some seemingly indifferent as though this was all just a stupid prank. As Dale passed he pressed his lips out and gave air kissing sounds towards James and roughly cupped his balls and flicked his soft penis upwards, causing James to grunt and Dale to laugh.
The loud ticking clock above James made it feel like time was dragging on even slower. He wanted to be able to turn around and see just how long he had been standing semi-naked for but felt paralysed in fear by the man ignoring him at his desk. He was disappointed this was his last class for the day; it meant he couldn't use the excuse that he needed to get to his next class. James wasn't in the habit of lying or misleading so making up an excuse like having to attend swim practice was out of the question.
James felt left behind, alone with the entire class room almost empty. It's desks and chairs vacant. The door to the room was thankfully closed and without a window. Mr Smith's desk was at the front with an adjoining small office behind him. He looked down at his now shrivelled, flaccid cock; his foreskin was bunching up at the end and his balls were pulled up tight, due to both the cold ventilation and fear. It reminded him how the coach had denuded him of his pubic hair with the foul smelling, burning ointment and blushed - another incident in a long line of public humiliations. He wondered how much longer he would have to stand here for.
"Now that you've had time to think, you will tell me why you are naked in my classroom in under one minute. If I am not satisfied with the answer you'll be sent to the principals office with the expectation of expulsion. Your minute starts now" Mr Smith abruptly spoke, causing James to jump, shaken out of his thoughts.
James stood feeling dumbfounded. He wasn't and likely couldn't lie; it wasn't in his nature. Even if he did try lying the teacher would likely see right through him. He lacked any experience. Not answering or side stepping the question wasn't an option as he knew Mr Smith would hone in him like a rabid wolf. Conversely, telling the man the truth could get Dale in trouble, which in turn could mean James could be expelled anyway for causing trouble. Even if he wasn't expelled his life at the school and with the swim team could become hell, even Noah could face repercussions. He felt sweat beginning to bead down his back and neck. He felt his lip begin to quiver. He opened his mouth several times but no sound escaped.
"Fifty seconds" Mr Smith stated plainly.
"Um...um, well..." James stammered incoherently. He wanted nothing more to get dressed at least. He wondered what would happen with the other students in his class who weren't in the team seeing him naked.
"Forty-five seconds" Mr Smith replied. His cold, blank gaze and verbal countdown did not help James who was trying to gather his thoughts on how best to answer the man.
James gulped and felt he had no option left. "Dale...he reached over and undid my trousers and pulled my underwear down, sir" James answered hanging his head worried about the consequences.
"I didn't ask you how, I asked you why. Thirty seconds" Mr Smith said as he slightly leaned back in the chair, intertwining his fingers together.
James stood in disbelief. He didn't know what the man wanted. He told him Dale had taken off his trousers - which was true. He wanted a why. James felt like telling the man to ask Dale why he enjoyed torturing him by making his life miserable with constant embarrassment. His question felt ambiguous; he could answer it multiple ways and Mr Smith still might not be happy. He could feel the sweat drip out of every pore on his body. He looked down, his brain frozen and unable to process what to say.
Defeated, James turned towards his teacher and blurted out "I joined the swim team because of a boy I like...like romantically. We had sex...which was good because it was with him, but it was really rough and actually hurt. Then the rest of the team used me for sex, including the coach, and other swimmers from different teams. Dale is also on the team and doesn't like me because I'm on a scholarship and since the first time he's used me he's been trying to make my life hell, sir."
James felt slightly out of breath as he realised he had tried to summarise everything that had happened to him in just a short period of time all at once as quickly as possible. He felt embarrassed and fearful at revealing certain details to Mr Smith, unsure of his reaction.
"Again, I asked why, ten seconds" Mr Smith replied, causing James to shoot his head upright and look at the man in disbelief. He didn't know what more to say.
"Times up, get dressed and head to the principals office. I will be calling ahead to notify them of your arrival" the man replied dismissively turning his attention back to his laptop.
"No, please. I don't know what you want me to say!" James replied desperately.
"It's a shame, you're a good student and until now have never caused me problems. So I'll give you one more chance. I asked you why you're naked in my classroom. Let me rephrase. Why are you letting others use you any way they wish? Are you telling me you couldn't think of a way to stop Dale today? Are you so weak you couldn't stop him? Does your voice not work to notify me or others? Do your legs not work so you couldn't walk away from him or your team mates? What do they possess against you that means you'll do anything they ask?" Mr Smith replied inquisitively.
James stood again asking the questions to himself. This was not something he was expecting to be asked. He didn't have a good answer. In reality he realised he could have walked away from the first time Brad jerked him off and left him without his Speedo. His desire for Brad wasn't enough of a reason, no matter how much he lusted for him. Brad had made it clear to him he was just a play thing for him and the team, to take a position Brad once begrudgingly held.
No, he had stayed despite everything he had gone through: Brad tying him up and fucking him multiple times, making him cum until it hurt to cum anymore; the coach fucking him and lifting him in the air like he weighed nothing; the countless other students using his ass or mouth. He realised he stayed because he enjoyed the sex, but mostly being desired and needed; used for other peoples pleasure.
An alarming realisation crept into James' mind. He somehow had forgotten the recording of Dale and Sebastian fucking him existed and photos of Noah looking like he was enjoying sucking Dale off. Cold, paralysing fear penetrated James - there was potential blackmail that could be used if he ever objected or wanted out. So much had happened that he forgot it even existed. Dale had never threatened him with releasing those videos and photos against himself or Noah.
James' racing thoughts were broken when Mr Smith announced, "I assume the answer is because you find it highly arousing." Confused, he followed Mr Smith's gaze, looking down to realise he was fully erect and leaking pre-cum. Annoyed and embarrassed by the betrayal of his penis, James quickly covered his genitals.
"You enjoy being used. Don't you?" Mr Smith asked, his phrasing asked with an air of already knowing the answer.
"I guess so, sir" James replied going red in the face.
"Place your hands behind your back" Mr Smith commanded. He gave James the same neutral expression that made him uneasy.
Complying, he slowly clasped his hands behind his back, looking at Mr Smith as his cock dribbled precum. He watched as Mr Smith stood and circled around James inspecting him.
"Was this also Dale's work?" Mr Smith asked as he gently traced James ass, covered in red, inflamed welts, framed by the worn jockstrap. He continued gently squeezing the ass. He ran his finger along the crack of his ass causing James to shiver and subsequently groan as he felt his thumb place gentle pressure on his hole. "I asked you a question, boy" Mr Smith once more queried, placing more pressure against his anus.
"Yes sir" James squeaked a reply. Surprised at the unexpected fondling.
"Remove everything except for the jockstrap" Mr Smith ordered whilst sitting back down.
James felt him intently watching his every move as he unbuttoned as shirt. He briefly hesitated but realised he most intimate areas were already completely exposed, taking off his shirt and trousers would just be like when he was in his tight white speedo. He was about to throw his shirt to the side when he saw Mr Smith's eyebrows raise up slightly. Reconsidering, he instead neatly folded the shirt, his cock colliding with the material, leading to trails of stains, like the wake of a snail's movement as he did so.
He turned unintentionally so his rear was facing Mr Smith and placed the shirt on the first desk in the front row. He realised he had to hobble to do so with his trousers still around his ankles. He bent over to untie his shoe laces and pull his shoes off both feet, with his head near the ground and his ass high in the air.
James nearly fell on the floor whilst still bent at the waist to pick up his shoes, when he felt a warm breath directly on his anus. "Tantalising" he heard the man behind him mutter as James sighed in pleasure as he felt the rough tongue gently lap at his hole.
He had to brace himself by placing his hands near his ankles as his teacher continued to slowly lick circles around his hole. He felt the licks alternating between the man diving his tongue into his hole, pushing as far as he could go. He felt Mr Smith methodically move his tongue up and down the entire aspect of his crack only to dive back down directly into his hole. James moaned in pleasure, he still felt caught off guard by the sexual attention the man was giving him. He had no idea he was gay or even remotely attracted to James before to today.
James felt the mans hands once more grope his ass, "do you always wear skin tight trousers to show off this pert round ass?" The man queried. James felt taken a back, not because of the comment, but as it felt more out of character for the rather cold, expressionless man to make, more so than the sudden rimming.
"The school uniforms can be expensive for my parents...so these are a few years old" James admitted.
"Well then, the silver lining is I get to watch them accentuate this perfect ass as you walk to your desk every lesson. I always thought you wore them just to tease others" Mr Smith said almost growling. He was still standing behind James. He could feel the mans hands once more part his cheeks slightly only to hungrily devour his hole.
"Stand up" Mr Smith ordered James. Complying, the boy stood upright, only to feel both of the mans arms wrap around his chest and abdomen. Mr Smith tightly pressed his chest against his back, with his pelvis grinding against his ass.
He could feel the mans nostrils inhaling his scent against his neck, slightly tickling him. "Want me to stop?" Mr Smith asked in a way that implied to James he already knew the answer was no.
Embarrassed to say no aloud, James arched his back so his ass met the mans grinding and tilted his head back into the mans face.
James felt the mans embrace and radiating heat suddenly shift, turning to watch him sit back down. He realised he was now standing almost completely naked, with the waist band of his jockstrap sitting underneath his balls.
He watched as Mr Smith removed his laptop and other items from his desk into his bag. James felt surprisingly disappointed, reasoning the man was packing up to leave.
"Come here. Sit on the desk" Mr Smith commanded.
James felt awkward about sitting on the man's desk, given how particular he was about neatness and order. He moved so he was sitting on the edge with his legs together.
"No, like this" he heard Mr Smith correct him. He felt the man's hands widely part his thighs exposing his hard penis. The man moved, pushing James' chest back, so he sat with his legs widely parted, leaning back into the desk.
"Masturbate" Mr Smith ordered.
James felt awkward. He was used to others just taking control and using him for their pleasure. He figured as they were closer to him he felt less isolated, alone and exposed. Now he was being asked to jerk off in a classroom by his teacher where anyone could just walk in at any moment. This felt far more intimate for James as it was something he only did in the privacy of his room when Noah wasn't around.
"I'm sure you have lots of practice at this" Mr Smith commented, not even sounding like it was a question, but rather an obvious statement.
"Yes sir" James replied meekly, not sure if the man wanted an answer.
He closed his eyes and recalled the very recent rimming his hole had received. James lowered his right hand instinctively brushing it against his chest. He ran his fingers across his nipples, gently pinching and pulling on them. He continued making his way slowly against his skin down his navel. Even with his eyes closed he could feel the mans eyes on him. He tried pushing the realisation that he was watching him out of his mind and instead ran his fingers around the base of his cock. He brushed his fingers slowly along the length of his cock, which dwarfed in comparison to Brad and the coach. Thinking of the fucking he received from both he tightly gripped the shaft of his cock towards the end. James slowly moved his hand up and down until he could feel his foreskin free, dragging across his glans delicately.
Groaning and thinking of the dream he had of Brad gently fucking him on their honeymoon, James continued to slowly tug on his foreskin stimulating his head. His left hand once more found his nipples as he continued to stroke his hard cock and tweak his nipples groaning softly. He imagined Brad slowly kissing him and placing the tip of his large cock at the entrance to his ass. His left hand naturally moved down to his hole, already well lubricated with the spit of Mr Smith. He slowly slipped a finger into the entrance. He pictured Brad's giant cock placing steady pressure on his tight hole until it slowly made its way through. James groaned in pleasure as he shoved his fingers deeper into his hole. He angled them to the front as though pointing towards his belly button. He had discovered when he was younger it felt amazing the more he would rub and press in that area.
He continued to masturbate his cock and fingering his hole thinking of Brad making love to him. His usual, favourite fantasy to think of when playing with himself. In his mind it was a more gentle approach than the rough fuckings he had received previously from Brad.
James whimpered, the same feeling he always felt was approaching. The built up wave of pleasure reaching a crescendo. He knew his orgasm was rapidly nearing. He always wanted to hold onto that feeling of pre-orgasmic bliss forever. It felt at odds and clashed with the need to orgasm, which always won. James suddenly shot upright sitting up, his seed shooting across his abdomen, chest and onto the table of his teacher.
He blushed, feeling embarrassed, post-orgasm clarity now filling his mind making him realise he had just cum on himself and his teachers desk. He slowly removed his fingers from his hole. His other hand was sticky with his cum. He still sat but peered around the desk for tissues or a cloth to clean himself with.
"Clean up" Mr Smith ordered. James continued to look for something to use until he felt the man guide his hand to his lips. Sighing and realising it was too optimistic to hope the man would just let him clean himself normally, he opened his mouth as the man guided his hand into his mouth. He licked the cum from his own hand as quickly as he could to satisfy the man. He didn't like the taste and swallowed to get rid of it hastily.
James watched surprised as the man bent down and slowly licked the cum from his abdomen and chest. His tongue continued to work across his torso licking him clean, glad he wasn't being forced to eat all of his own cum.
"Even better than I thought it would taste" the man commented, looking satisfied. James internally groaned, the idea alone was enough to make his stomach turn.
Mr Smith moved his fingers across James' nipples eliciting a giggle and groan from the boy. He moved closer towards James' lips. "You don't like the taste of cum do you?" The man observed.
"No sir" James replied truthfully.
"How many loads have you been forced to swallow?" Mr Smith asked. Now that he was standing James could see the large bulge in the front of his trousers.
"Um...a lot sir" James answered, still coming down from his orgasmic high.
"And have you tasted yourself before?" Mr Smith asked hovering above his face.
"No sir!" James quickly replied. He didn't want to taste more of his own cum if he could avoid it.
He watched as the older man laughed. "Shame, I was going to give you some more. It's very obvious you don't like it. If I was more of a bastard I'd force you to kiss me. I'm guessing it's why so many others force you to, if you enjoyed it I doubt they'd care as much" the man mused.
James watched as the man bent over and gently licked and sucked his now very sensitive penis causing him to squirm. He continued to clean the area until traces of his cum were removed. Mr Smith tucked James' penis back into the pouch and straightened the waist band, taking his time to fondle James as much as possible.
"I'm going to give you a choice. Now that you've ejaculated you can get dressed and leave, with no repercussions. Or, I can fuck that delicious ass of yours right now. Tell me the first answer that enters your head."
James sat with his bare ass on the mans wooden desk. Usually when he had cum his interest in sex waned temporarily. He automatically gazed at the mans large bulge, causing a tent in his pants.
"I would like you to...fuck me, sir" James replied. It was the first answer that entered his head. He reluctantly repeated what the man said, saying `fuck' in front of the teacher would usually be something he avoided.
Mr Smith smirked, "What I thought, you're still on that team and haven't run for the hills because you could be fucked several times a day and you'd still want more."
James didn't have time to consider what the man said. He was quickly lifted off the desk, with Mr Smith's hands underneath his arm pits, placing him on his feet. The man stopped and lifted James arm as though realising he missed something important. James watched puzzled as the man sniffed his hairless arm pit and began to lick up and down. He couldn't help but wiggle and giggle as the man continued to lick the area. James watched slightly turned off not understanding why the man would find this area of his body attractive.
"Are you naturally hairless or do you shave?" The man asked as he wiped some salvia from his mouth.
"I usually have hair there, sir, but the...uh...coach decided to remove everything except the hair on my head" James replied.
James felt the mans hands on his shoulders as he was pushed to the floor, forced into kneeling. He looked up into the mans eyes covered behind the glasses. He lowered his zipper and reached into his trousers to pull out his cock. Whilst not as big as the coach it still looked intimidating from James' angle.
"I think you know what to do" Mr Smith said.
James glanced once more at the closed door and relieved it was still closed turned back to the cock in front of him. He gently licked at the man's low hanging balls. James stuck out his tongue and began to lap at Mr Smith's balls. He alternated between licking first the left testicle, then right. He delicately placed one ball into his mouth and gently sucked, tasting its musky flavour and then moved his head back until the testicle plopped out of his mouth.
Eager to continue James stared at the thick uncut cock. He quickly lapped at the slit on the head when he saw a small trickle of precum sliver out. He didn't know why but all the man's talk of tasting cum made him want to try his, it was slightly sweet and didn't taste like cum. Turned on even more James continued to lick around the head of the engorged cock until his mouth engulfed it.
"You haven't been taught how to suck a man's cock before have you, boy?" Mr Smith observed above him.
James had only recently began both willingly and unwillingly give oral sex. He knew he wasn't as experienced as others would be, but so far hadn't had that many complaints, except when his teeth would accidentally brush against a penis in his mouth, usually as a result of a rough fucking he was receiving at the same time.
"Look a man in the eyes when you're blowing him. Not every man likes that, but it at least shows you've accepted your subservient place in pleasuring him and are looking for permission to proceed" his teacher advised James.
Finding it slightly odd James complied and looked up at Mr Smith meeting his gaze. He continued his eye contact whilst licking and gently sucking, moving his mouth slowly down the shaft of the hard cock. He felt slightly emasculated and ashamed making eye contact whilst performing such an intimate act.
"Good boy, now show me how eager you are by having your lips reach the base of my penis" Mr Smith reassured James.
James awkwardly continued the eye contact as he voluntarily tried deep throating the cock. He gagged slightly, panicking at the nauseating sensation, trying to pull back up. Mr Smith's hands rested on his head, calmly applying pressure to his head, making him move down once more. James continued this slow motion of licking around the head and shaft as his mouth would move from the tip of the cock all the way to the base. It helped that his teacher wasn't shoving him back down like other students had done.
He moved his hand to the pouch of his flimsy jockstrap. His cock was straining at full mast, demanding attention. He was about to pull the cock out to jerk off whilst sucking when his hand was kicked away from the man. "You focus on my cock, boy. Not your own" Mr Smith further instructed James.
He resumed sucking the dick, trying to forget about his own erection. He was finally getting into a rhythm of sucking the man's suck that he subconsciously let out a groan of disappointment when the man removed the cock from his mouth with a loud plop.
Mr Smith let out a chuckle at the disappointed noise arising from James mouth. "Aw, how cute" he remarked genuinely.
"Stand" the man instructed.
Eagerly James stood facing the man only to be spun around facing the large, wooden desk. He felt the mans hands on his ass once more kneading his cheeks as though he was making dough. James was pushed forward, so his arms were leaning on the desk. He felt the mans hands on his hips. Already knowing what would happen next James tried relaxing his body and hole, mentally preparing himself.
James felt the cock at his entrance gradually make its way in. He let out a small grunt as his hole accommodated the cock, feeling full as his teacher slowly worked its entire length in him. James felt Mr Smith's breath on his neck as the man placed small kisses on his neck and back. He let out a small laugh as the man nibbled on his ear lobe, making him extend his neck back and in doing so further impaling himself on the hard cock.
Mr Smith rested his cock inside James not moving. It felt different for James as every other time he had just been roughly and quickly fucked, his hole always feeling like a destructive storm had swept through the area.
James felt the cock slowly withdraw only to reinsert back in. The initial pain on the penetration long since forgotten. If anything James felt like he wanted, no needed the man to fuck him faster. He felt that the man had sensed that and was deliberately going slowly to tease him.
Suddenly he felt the mans hands grip the straps of his underwear, balling them up into his fist. He was pushed further down onto the desk until he felt the cock completely withdraw only to slam back in. Mr Smith changed, now focusing on fucking him hard and fast. He felt the man slide back and forth rapidly as his face was mushed into the desk. Every thrust forward James would be pushed further across the desk, only recoiling and held in place with the man tightly holding his jockstrap, anchoring him.
James felt a mixture of pleasure and pain again as the once gentle fuck and turned into a primal lust for release for the older man. The cock once more was reaching a place where all James could think about was his desire to be fucked repeatedly. He reached down to the pouch of the jock but stopped himself. Remembering what Mr Smith had told him previously.
He looked to the side, catching his reflection in the mirror of the window. Thankfully the window was mostly covered on the other side with the neatly maintained lush garden. It allowed James to see his reflection; his thin, small frame held against the desk, wearing an old jockstrap that was being held tightly to keep him in place by a man he had longed feared, who was mostly clothed in a suit save for his penis which was exposed through the zipper of his pants, as it disappeared and reappeared in and out of his tender hole.
The visual show and sensation his hole was receiving was too much for James. He felt that familiar feeling build in his body, much to his amazement. He continued to watch as the man gripped the jockstrap tighter, slamming into his hole with loud thuds echoing throughout the room. James reached a point of no return and let out a loud groan as cum squirted out into his jockstrap and across the desk. In turn the man behind him let out a subdued groan, depositing a load in James ass.
James watched and felt Mr Smith lay on top of him spent. "Jacob is going to be jealous I had first go at your ass" he heard the man utter.
"Jacob, sir?" James asked. He was still panting and felt like his breathing had become harder with the bigger man on top of him.
"Oh...Mr Eldritch to you" Mr Smith replied.