50 Shades of Baldi's Basics

Rope is Not Meant for Bunnies (NSFW)

What felt like years had only been but an hour. The only thing Kennith remembered was being shoved up and onto his desk face first; hands bound together and behind his back by a thick, black rope. Anything that happened afterwards just wasn't registered for more than a second. The only prominent feeling had been the sticky sensation of lube and precum dripping down his thighs. His entire body felt hot, skin covered in a layer of sweat as he shook with pleasure and shame.

Two fingers were mercilessly thrusting into his slippery entrance, a free hand caressing the welts and bruises on his cheeks after a brutal attack from the other's belt. It still stung, the marks inflamed and painful, but it could not compare to the ache between his legs. His erection was left ignored, hanging sadly with nothing but a cock ring snug around his shaft. He wanted to cum so badly, those punishing fingers occasionally brushing up against that spine tingling spot inside him. A third finger was now being shoved inside, creating a dull sense of pressure and pain. Very quickly, though, it became replaced with the feeling of warmth and fulfillment.

"Ah..." The principal let out a mixture between a sigh and moan of contentment, hips involuntarily snapping back to garner more attention to his prostate. Those delicious fingers obliged his desire, the free hand coming around to lightly rub the head of his cock. Instantly his hips thrusted forward against the feeling, desperately craving more attention. But those fingers withdrew as quickly as they had come, instead returning to a place under his thigh. The hand squeezed hard, nails pressing into a fresh bruise. Kennith couldn't help but let out a boisterous moan, the hands tied behind his back closing into tight fists.

"Don't be naughty, it'll just make things harder for you."

Right, the principal was in this predicament because of a certain math instructor. This was all punishment for not listening, all for the sake of some tea. To be fair, it's not like he deserved this. On the other hand, he knew not to disobey Baldi and taking on his weird play was something consented to.

Why did he even agree to this? To find out Baldi's feelings? The man was clearly a sadistic bastard, he didn't have such things. Aftercare was probably to ensure Kennith would come back, knowing after it all went down, he would be cared for. And he was an idiot for continuously coming back, succumbing to his employees' wishes and desires.

So why couldn't he just leave?

Ending this relationship was so easy, he just had to make it clear and then fire the goddamn sadist. That way, he would be saving his students and himself. Killing one bird with one stone. It wasn't until a while later that he came to terms with his own feelings. With how much his body seemed to enjoy this kind of play, how much it craved it. One way or another, his dreams were plagued with all sort of kinky events going down, most of which included Baldi. For a while, he wondered if he felt something towards him. He found he was not ready to delve too deep into that just yet, so he left it on the back burner and decided to keep enjoying this.

"Who're you thinking about?" A voice calls from behind Kennith, fingers picking up the pace as the free hand snaked around his neck and to his jaw.

"Huh?" The slighter man mustered, mind too foggy to register what was being asked of him. Baldi did not seem to like this answer, the hand gripping harder. He was always impatient.

"I asked, who are you thinking about? You look like your head's in the clouds." He sounded slightly amused, but predominantly disgusted and accusatory. A few fingers slipped past his bit-swollen lips, exploring and rubbing into the cavern of his hot, wet mouth.

"N-no wan.." Kennith fumbled earnestly through the fingers dancing on his tongue, although it was a lie. He had just been thinking about Baldi and his crazy sex dreams. The lying was very apparent, which was why Baldi became angrier.