Due to having detention, I have to walk home, shirtless. Summer heat is still in the air so I feel relatively unbothered in that regard but I feel very much watched as I make my way home. Once I get home, I saunter into the entryway and slide my backpack off my shoulder, letting it fall to the ground. My mom isn't home yet so it gives me time to have a shower and get dressed. I grab a towel from the linen closet and walk into the bathroom. I turn the shower onto hot exclusively and wait for it to heat up. I slide into the hot water and let it wash away the saltiness of my skin and the reminder that I was just dominated by my high school teacher. In the darkness of my eyelids, I'm brought back to that desk, with Mr. Way and he's touching me and I feel turned on once again. Something had awakened in me that I didn't even know about. His warm hands on my thigh, my heightened senses while the blindfold was on. I couldn't help but feel aroused, with the collar around my neck to remind me that what just happened was real. I reach down to touch myself, thinking about what happened in "detention". I begin to imagine what it would've been like if he had tied me to the ceiling and fucked me from behind, and I can feel soft and quiet moans escaping my lips. Rope against my thighs, and wrists as he restrains me, and dominates me. In a matter of fantastical minutes, I find myself coming hard onto the glass doors of the shower, thinking about Mr. Way. I can't wait to see him again.
I clean up, and hop out of the shower. I dry myself quickly with my towel, before wrapping it around my waist and practically skipping to my room.
When I get into my room, I immediately dive for my bed. I was on such a high from the events today but now I'm crashing like a tidal wave. I feel so heavy with exhaustion and my ass hurts pretty bad, but in a good way. My head starts throwing around questions, as rationality hits. Why did my teacher have all of those things in his class? What else was in his class? What else was in that cabinet? What will happen tomorrow? I'm so confused. Did what happen today really happen? I can tell from the sting on my ass and the red scratches on my skin that it did. I close my eyes and almost instantly drift off to sleep, my energy zapped from the day.
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When I wake up the next day, I shake my mind from the dream I just had. I had dreamt that I was dominating Mr. Way. That wasn't true, and I was concerned that none of yesterday had been, but from the pain coursing through my body with every movement I make, I know it definitely did. Last night though, all I have to say is it was a good dream. I can't say it was the first time I've dreamt of my teacher but it was the first time I had dreamt of anything that intense. It was hot and I wish it had happened, though I'm not sure if he would like that. I sort myself out and get dressed. I head downstairs and see my mom pouring milk into a bowl of cereal.
"Morning, honey," she says, a slight smile creeping onto her tired face.
"Morning."
"You're gonna be late if you don't hurry up," she informs me. I look up at the clock behind my mom, and check the time. Shit. I have 10 minutes to get to school and it's a 15 minute walk. I decide I'm going to have to run. I grab my backpack from where I left it yesterday, and head out the door. I begin to jog to school, but become out of breath within a minute or two, and decide to just walk the rest of the way to school. If I'm late, I'm late.
I eventually get to school with 3 minutes to spare and I wonder how that was possible. I make a beeline to my locker, fumble with the lock for a minute, then grab my english and chemistry books. As I go to close the locker door, a tall figure bumps into me, causing me to slam into my locker, dropping my textbooks on my foot. The hallway seems to have cleared, making the noise echo in the hallway.
I turn to see who it was, and recognize Bob. "Watch it, punk," he says. He's the kind of guy that nobody likes but people still hang out with him anyway. I give him a death glare and he knots his fists into my shirt, lifting me off the ground before bashing my back into the locker. The metal behind me resonating through the now quiet hallway.
"You're going to apologize to me, right now!" He shouts. Fear and excitement flood through my body in a messed up way. He looks down before setting me back on the ground.
"Fag boy over here got a little excited. You like it rough, huh?" He says. His friends laugh and point at my boner. A voice booms into the near empty hallway.
"You should get to class, Bryar," he says. I realize that it's Mr. Way, and my heart flutters slightly.
"Yes, sir," Bob replies, slowly lowering me to the floor.
Bob and his friends scurry off, leaving me and Mr. Way alone in the hall.
"I have something special planned for tonight, if you're down, but first, fo you need a hand?" He asks. At first I'm confused and then I follow his gaze, noticing him biting his lip as he stares at my pants. I nod my head rapidly, making me feel too needy. He slams me against my locker, letting the noise echo through the hall, and he lifts my legs around his waist. I wrap my arms around his neck and he knots his hands into my hair. He presses his lips to mine before slipping his tongue into my mouth. I moan into his mouth and he rocks his hips into me, pushing me against the locker. It's a rush knowing that anybody could come by at this very moment and see a teacher making out with his student. It's a rush that he doesn't seem to mind doing it so publicly. His hands move from my hair to my shoulders and his lips disconnect from mine. He kisses my cheek, my jaw and goes for my neck. He kisses above the collar still tied around my neck, and below it before biting and sucking on my collar bone. I throw my head back, hitting it against the locker, giving him better access. His warm tongue on my neck is replaced with a firm hand. He pulls off with a smirk on his lips and sets my leg back down. My eyes follow his hand as he buries it deep into his pocket on his jacket, pulling out some duct tape. Oh no.
"I have something for you," he whispers softly, but devilishly. He rips a piece off with his teeth and places it over my mouth. He kisses my forehead before sinking to his knees and unbuckling my pants and pulling them down. He tugs off my underwear over my erection, and kisses my inner thigh causing a shiver to run up my spine. He tongue traces the length of my cock, focusing on the tip before taking me in his mouth. He places his hands on my thigh as he sucks passionately, the warmth of his mouth sending shivers up my back. I close my eyes and lean my head back again letting the pleasure of his mouth take over. I rock my hips forward, touching the back of his throat sending little shocks to shoot through me. I open my eyes and glance down, he's staring at me, straight into my eyes as his head moves. His cheeks are hollowed and his tongue is hot. I forget where we are for a moment and let the feeling take over. I thrust into his mouth again, feeling myself get closer and closer. His mouth is magic, I swear to God. I go to ask him if I can come, but the tape muffles my words.
"You can come for me, sweetheart," he purrs. My leg starts shaking as the orgasm rocks through me and I come in his mouth. He swallows as stands up, fixing his crumpled clothes. He rips off the duct tape and I gasp at the sharp action. I pull on my pants with shaking hands and pick up my bag that had fallen to the ground.
"How did you know I'd want you to do that?" I ask, feeling a wave of exhaustion sink over me.
"You're still wearing the collar," he replies and I almost ask what collar before remembering that it's around my neck. He walks me to my class before waving and leaving.
I'm about 30 minutes late to class and my teacher's pissed. I ignore her lecture and instead, delve into my thoughts. What did he have planned tonight? Why did he do that? What's going on?
"Are you listening to me? Frank?" My teacher asks. No, not really. She walks over to me and slams her hands onto my desk.
"I said are you listening to me?" She repeats.
"Yes, I just find it ridiculous that being shoved into a locker isn't a good enough of an excuse to be late to class so excuse me for being targeted by people at school," I explain, matter-of-factly. It's a bullshit lie. I've been shoved into lockers before but not today. Her mouth falls open and I see the silver fillings in her mouth.
"Do you want detention, Frank?" She asks, staring me down.
"Not really," I answer, breaking her gaze.
"Then smarten up," she shouts. I gulp and nod. She gets back to teaching us about writing and reading and all the English bullshit that they think they're teaching us. I continue the day, ignoring every single class and focusing on my thoughts, letting my imagination run wild about what Mr. Way might do to me tonight. The anticipation of what could happen is a complete turn-on. Eventually, it'll be his class and maybe I'll get the chance to talk to him.
Lunch passes and I'm unable to eat my food. It's not appetizing at all. I'm getting tired of jam sandwiches, though I put in no effort for anything more interesting.
Lunch passes and I head back to complete the rest of my classes. They're a drag and I barely make it through them without passing out but knowing that I had Gerard's class last gave me the little push that I need. I walk into his class and his eyes are on me as I go to take a seat. He bites his lip and I want to jump his bones right now. I've never felt this horny before. Is this even really possible? I blow him a kiss and he returns it with a wink. The rest of the class files in and we begin the lesson. I mostly zone him out, only half listening to what he's babbling on about but I notice he keeps putting emphasis on certain words.
"Did you," are the first words he says exceptionally loudly, that I notice.
"Like when," stuck out too because he turns and looks me straight in the eyes.
"I gave,"
"You a,"
"Blow," he said that one pretty loudly. Way too loudly.
"Job." Ohmygod. What if somebody else clicks in? Was anything he was saying important or was he just trying to make that sentence fit in? Being the only one who gasped, I think I was the only one who noticed.
"Yes, sir," I reply. People look at me with confusion. I shrug them off and Mr. Way smiles. The end of the day approaches and the bell rings. I stand up and walk up to Gerard.
"Library, 5 o'clock?" He asks. I nod.
"See you later," I say and walk out. I should probably go home, fix my everything and then leave like it was a classic first date even though it wasn't and never would be.