An Asshole Gets Fucked

Warning: This story depicts sex without the use of a condom. In real life, please always practice safe sex and use a condom!

Damn, is there a single class more boring than chemistry? I’ll admit, most classes bore me, but chemistry takes the cake. I don’t think I’ve understood a single thing in this class without someone explaining it to me at least twice. But I need to have at least kind of okay grades to stay on the baseball team. Yeah, I’m that guy: the dumb jock. And as long as we’re talking about me, I’m not just on the baseball team, I’m the star player. Voted MVP the past three years and going for a fourth this year, but who’s counting? Oh yeah, I am. I’m a little bit of a trouble maker too. I wouldn’t say I make fun of anyone or bully people. I try to let people in on the joke, but a lot of them are just annoyed. I’m guessing they’re jealous. I can’t help that I’m confident in myself. I mean…you would be too if you looked like me. I’m six feet tall, one hundred eighty pounds, and low body fat working to get lower. Now those are numbers I can understand. Coach says I’m on track to playing in the major leagues…you know, no big deal.

Anyway, I gotta make chemistry fun for myself any way I can. Like today. Mr. Knight was giving some boring lecture about…something, I dunno, I wasn’t paying attention. He said, “And when the atoms split-“

“Just like you and your wife, eh teach?” I joked.

The class all laughed, except Mr. K. He just rolled his eyes and continued with whatever thing he was saying before. I went back to zoning out after that. Then the bell rang. Fuck, finally. Get me the hell out of here.

Before I could leave the class though, I heard Mr. K say “Troy, could you hang back for a second?”

I groaned loudly. I knew he could hear me but I didn’t care. I wanted him to know how much I didn’t want to talk to him. After everyone was out of the classroom, Mr. K went to shut the door. “What’s up teach?” I said, not looking at him.

He snorted. Ooh, he was angry. How scary. “We need to talk about your attitude Troy.”

“Dunno whatcha mean Elliot,” I said, leaning against the wall.

“It’s Mr. Knight to you. Actually, you should be calling me sir.”

I yawned. “Yeah, yeah, right, is this gonna take much longer? I’m late for gym class.”

He huffed again. “This is exactly what I’m talking about Troy. No matter how many times you’re reprimanded by the office, you continue to act the same way.”

Finally, I looked at him. “Yeah…so?” I raised an eyebrow.

Mr. K’s mouth seemed to twist into an evil smile. “So…I’ve decided that I’m going to take matters into my own hands,” he said with a snarl.

I couldn’t do anything but laugh. “You? What the hell are you gonna do teach?”

The look in his eye didn’t go away even when he saw how confident I was. “You’ll find out in just a minute boy.”

Boy…? Did he just call me boy? That one word changed my whole mood. “Don’t call me boy,” I said in a threatening tone.

“I’ll call you whatever I want boy,” he responded without skipping a beat.

“No the fuck you won’t.” I began shaking. Oh, now I was mad.

Mr. K came and stood directly in front of me. Was he always this tall? “What are you going to do about it…boy?”

I was seeing red. I couldn’t control myself and I grabbed a handful of his shirt. “Shut up!”

He didn’t look scared of me at all. “You really messed up now.” He brought his hand under my arm and hit my elbow, which made me flinch. He took advantage of this and grabbed me, trying to push me to the ground.

“Hey, what the fuck!?” I said I began pushing back. I didn’t think it would be much to overpower him, but…it felt like we were deadlocked. When did he get this strong? Did he always have those muscles, or did I just never notice? I started to push my hardest, straining and beginning to turn red.

Mr. K didn’t look like he was even breaking a sweat. “What’s wrong boy?” he taunted. “Aren’t you a star athlete? C’mon, beat me already. Or…are you too weak to do it?”

I couldn’t let him beat me…I couldn’t let him disrespect me like this. I strained even more. In my effort to put in even more power, though, I made a mistake. I slipped and fell to the ground. I tried to catch myself at the last second, but just ended up with my hands under my chest. Before I could even try to get up, I felt a weight crushing me down. I looked up to see Mr. K sitting on me, his head facing away from mine. He was holding my legs. “What is this you fucker!? Let me go!” I kicked and bucked with all of my might, but it was no use; he was just too strong.

“You need to know when you’re beaten boy.“ I didn’t listen, just continued kicking. “Fine…have it your way.” He reached into the bottom drawer of his desk that was nearby and took out a rope. Did he…plan this? He tied it around my legs, binding them tightly together, and tied the other end to the desk…which was bolted to the ground. I could still move my legs, but only a little. Not enough to do anything. This son of a bitch had me truly pinned now.

“What are you doing!?” I hissed.

He chuckled, knowing that he had me at his mercy. “I’m going to punish you.”

“Punish me? I’m not in third grade you asshole!”

“Oh no, you’re certainly not in third grade. You’re just about a full grown man,” he said, looking very amused with himself. “I mean…just look at that ass.”

That…really shocked me. I mean, he was right though, I did have a, uhh…bubble butt. In fact, I’ve had a big butt my entire life. It was kind of a problem earlier in my life; a lot of underwear didn’t fit me quite right growing up. I either had to have ones that were special made or just deal with a tight fit on my behind. When I got older, that problem still followed me, but I realized what an asset I had…no pun intended. The ladies seemed to love my big booty. Then when I started wearing more of my tight fitting underwear they really loved it. I dunno why it was so attractive to them, but I’m not about to question it; I like knowing I turn people on. But here was an adult, male teacher commenting on the size of my ass and somehow…it still made me feel proud. “Wh-what?”

“Mmm, yeah, just look at that juicy butt. I think that’s what they call cake.” He put his hands on both of my butt cheeks and started to grope them. “Maybe for you it’s more like batter.”

“What the fuck!? Don’t touch me there!” I screamed.

Mr. Knight ignored me. “Tell me Troy, does it jiggle when you walk?” he said with a laugh.

“That’s none of your fucking business!”

“Fine, I’ll just have to see for myself.” He turned his body completely to my backside. “Wearing gym shorts to school, huh? Well, the thing about those is-“ he took his hands off of my cheeks, “-they don’t provide much protection.” After a second I felt a sharp pain on one side.

“Did you just…spank me?” I sputtered.

“Mhm,” Mr. K hummed. I shortly felt another spank on my other cheek. “And then I did it again. So, looks like it does jiggle, huh boy?”

I growled, still trying to threaten him. “Get off of me…stop calling me boy…and stop spanking me!”

I was rewarded with a slap to the ass, this one harder. “That’s no way to talk to your teacher. You will address me as sir.”

“I’ll call you sir if you fucking stop calling me boy.”

Another slap to the other side. “Don’t swear at me. Also, like I already said, I’ll call you whatever I want. You need to learn who your superiors are and how to respect them.” Smack. Another strike.

I was feeling it now. I didn’t think he was even hitting me as hard as he could and my ass was starting to get sore. But still, I had too much pride to let someone else win, especially another man. “Fuck you,” was all I could think to say.

Bang bang. Two more. “From now on, you’ll get an extra spank for swearing. In any case, I see that this level of punishment isn’t working. We’ll have to step it up a notch.” I quivered thinking about what he could mean by that, but he didn’t keep me waiting long as I felt the back of my gym shorts being pulled down.

“W-wait, what?”

“Ooh, nice underwear kid. They fit your ass perfectly. He was rubbing both of my cheeks again, almost massaging them. “You look so sexy.” I felt weird. Compliments on my ass always made me hard, but…this was coming from another dude, and a teacher at that. Still…something about the situation caused a certain stirring in my dick. “I wouldn’t want to harm this magnificent ass more than I have to. So, are you ready to take your punishment like a good boy?”

A good boy… Damn, I really hated being called that. But I couldn’t ask him not to call me that again. He’d just spank me. I thought that maybe if I was nice he’d be reasonable. “Please, just let me go.”

Smack. I was wrong. It really did hurt more now. I struggled to contain myself. “Please what?”

I gritted my teeth. I’d have to play his game. “Please sir…let me go.” I said, trying to swallow my pride.

Pop. “Hah, that’s better boy, but you’re still not getting it.” Bop. “You’re an asshole. The biggest one in this school. That’s why I’m punishing you. This is for your own good and that of everyone else.” Bam. “Give me one good reason why I should stop.”

I tried desperately to search for a way out. “The-the cameras! They’ll see you!”

Whack! “The cameras aren’t facing here and they don’t work anyway. Try again.”

“Someone is gonna hear me yelling! You’ll get caught!”

Whack again! “If someone was gonna come save you, they would’ve done it by now.”

My mind raced, grasping at straws. “I’ll tell someone about what happened here.”

Another whack. “You’re gonna tell everyone that you got you ass spanked? Sounds pretty embarrassing to me. You won’t be popular anymore.”

I shuddered; he had me cornered, literally and in my mind. I didn’t have a choice. My pride was gone. He had stripped away my every defense. “Okay…”

“What was that?” Mr. Knight said. It luckily wasn’t followed by a spanking.

“Okay sir. Go ahead.”

“Go ahead and what?” He knew he was victorious. It was obvious in his voice.

My throat was dry. My head hurt. I could barely get the words out. “P-punish me sir. I…deserve it.”

“Why do you deserve it?”

“Because I’m…an asshole.”

“That right boy.” He grabbed both sides of my underwear and pulled up. The wedgie revealed both of my cheeks and made my undies floss my hole. Then I felt and heard it on my now bare ass: a crack.

“Aaah!” I gasped out. He had to be hitting his hardest now.

“You are a complete asshole Troy.” Crack! “You walk around the school, acting like you own the place.” Crack! “All high and mighty because you play fucking baseball.” Crack! “You think you can get away with whatever you want because of your ‘status’.” Crack! “The so-called ‘star player’.” Crack! “But I have news for you.” Crack! “That’s all about to end.” Crack! “Your days of acting like hot shit are over.” Crack! “I’m going to make you submit to my authority.” Crack! “I’ll mold you into a good boy.” Crack! “And you-“ Crack! “-will-“ Crack! “-obey-“ Crack! “-me!” CRACK!

I had tears in my eyes now…I couldn’t take it. “AAH! Huu…huu…p-please…sir!”

“Have you had enough yet boy?”

“Yes sir, I have!”

Crack! “Wrong answer boy. You deserve all of that and more.”

“Y-you’re right sir! I deserve so much punishment for how I’ve acted. But please, stop! I’ll be a good boy from now on, I will!”

“You will?”

“Yes sir! I promise that I will,” I said quickly.

“You’ll do what I say?”

“Yes sir, anything sir.”

“Alright boy, I’ll give you a chance. But if you don’t listen very carefully, I’ll spank you again.” He wasn’t playing around.

“I understand sir.”

“Alright.” I could feel him untie my legs from each other and the desk. “When I get off of you, stand up. Don’t pull your shorts up.”

I was worried about trying to stand after being held down for so long, but I didn’t want to be punished again. So I just said, “Yes sir.”

He finally stood up. I felt like I could breathe a lot easier now. I didn’t even think about trying to run; I just used the wall to prop myself up. “Now…we’re gonna make sure you stay a good boy.”

“I-I will sir, I promise!”

“You can promise all you want boy, but it’s easy for a good boy to become a bad one. I need to make sure that won’t happen to you.” I guess I looked scared, because he said, “Don’t worry boy. I won’t have to punish you anymore if you listen to me. Understand?”

“I understand sir.”

“Good boy.” He reached down and roughly took hold of my cock. I flinched at the touch, but it made me realize that…I had a complete hard-on. I was confused more than anything. Almost like he knew what I was thinking, Mr. Knight asked “Do you know why you’re fully hard boy?”

I shook my head. “No sir.”

He started stroking me a bit through my underwear. Why did it feel so good…? “It’s because jocks like you are all the same. You act tough, try to assert yourself, but when the chips are down, you always fold.” I must have still looked baffled, because he went on. “When a real man steps up and disciplines you, guys like you can’t handle it. All of your false cockiness washes away and you become…subservient.” I could feel a wet spot forming on my briefs. “That is your true place…as a good, obedient boy.” He took his hand from my package just as I felt I was about to cum.

His words were confusing me…the room felt like it was spinning, but I wanted to know more. I could think of nothing to say but, “Yes sir.”

“Show me your cock. Don’t take your briefs off.”

“Yes sir.” I stuck my dick through the hole in the front of my underwear. My erection was at full mast still.

Mr. Knight scoffed. “Is that what you call an erection boy?” I’m sure I blushed. I always thought I was pretty big, at least from what I was told. “I suppose you could satisfy a woman with that thing. But no man would take that in their ass. You wouldn’t get him to feel a thing!” I felt…sad somehow. I couldn’t understand why he was saying this to me. Again, seeming to read my mind, he said, “I’m trying to show you your place boy.”

“My…place, sir?”

“Yes boy. With an ass like that, you were born to take a big cock. It’s what’s natural for you, but you’ve been denying it your whole life with all that bravado. It’s not all your fault though. Society tells you that it’s natural you’d date a woman just because you’re a boy. But that’s not true of all boys. No, boys like you are made to be submissive to real men…men like me. That’s why I’m telling you this.”

“So, my place is in service to a real man sir?”

“That’s right boy. And I’m going to show you your place. Put your dick away, take your shirt off, and get on your knees.”

“Yes sir!” I did everything that he asked me as fast as I could. I came face to face with a big bulge. It looked fake, but I knew it couldn’t be.

“Good boy.” He pushed down his pants and underwear in one smooth motion and his cock popped out. I didn’t usually focus on the men in porn, but I had no doubt that the dick in front of me could at least match any one in an xxx rated movie. I couldn’t believe what was I was seeing. “This is the dick of a real man. This is your master. It’s what you were made for. Now…who is the real man between us?”

“You are sir.”

“I am what?”

“You’re the real man sir.”

“And what are you?”

“I’m just a boy…a good boy who serves your real man cock sir.”

He looked pleased with my answer. “That’s right boy.” He removed his remaining clothes, becoming completely naked. He stepped toward me, his rod completely solid, and put it on my right cheek, with his pubes shoved against my nose. His smell was strong, like an entire locker room. I wanted to lick him, but he cautioned me, “Keep your tongue in your mouth.”

“Yes sir.”

“Do you feel it throbbing boy? Feel how hot it is?”

“I do sir.”

“You want to make it feel good, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes I do sir!”

“Only good boys get to taste my dick. Are you a good boy?” He dragged his shaft along my cheek, leaving a trail of precum behind.

“Yes sir, I’m a good boy sir!”

His rod was lined up with my mouth now. “Good…but before we continue…thank me for punishing you earlier.”

I nodded. “Yes sir. Thank you for punishing me. I deserved it.”

“Why did you deserve it?”

“I was an asshole sir. But you made me into what I was made to be…a good boy to serve you.”

“That’s right. Good boy. Open.” I did and he pushed all of his length into my mouth.

“Mph!” I gagged.

“I’ll accept it this once, but I want you to remember, a good boy doesn’t talk with his mouth full. Relax your throat.” I tried my best to do so and he thrust in again. I still made a sound this time, but it was much smaller. “Better. We’ll work on your gag reflex boy, but I can see you’re trying your hardest.” Another push. “More tongue.” Yet another. “I said more tongue.” Once more. “Watch your teeth.”

We continued this way, with him thrusting all the way into me, giving me feedback, and then repeating the action as soon as he was finished with his sentence. I wasn’t sure how long this went on for, but it felt like a long time. I didn’t notice it at first, but he eventually stopped saying things between his thrusts. I was sucking dick like he wanted now. And then he started getting faster…and faster…and faster. He didn’t compliment me while he was doing this, he just moved his iron rod in, then out, in, then out.

I closed my eyes, trying to focus all of my energy on sucking his cock. Damn, even with my eyes closed, I could feel how big he was in my mouth. His dick pulsed and felt like fire on my tongue. I could feel the kinks and veins on it and I wanted to lick all of them. His cock…was perfect. Like two puzzle pieces fitting together, it was like it perfectly fit in my mouth. His dick was mine and my mouth was his.

Mr. Knight spoke, but didn’t stop thrusting “Ah, there it is. You’re only thinking about my dick now, aren’t you boy?” Knowing I shouldn’t speak, I nodded. “You need it, don’t you?” I nodded again. “Well, you’ve been a real good boy and good boys get rewarded. So you’re gonna get all of me.” He pulled his shaft fully out of my mouth, disappointing me. It was coated in my spit. “Stand up and turn around.”

His wish was my command. “Yes sir.”

Mr. Knight stood behind me for a second and then I heard a rip. He had torn the back of my underwear open. I then felt my ass cheeks being pulled apart. “Here’s all of me boy.” And suddenly…I wasn’t anal virgin anymore. He didn’t start slow. He was at what full on fucking speed would be for most people from the start. But that wasn’t his maximum, not this beast. No, he only got quicker from there. It was a gear that most men just don’t have.

“AAAH!” I yelled as he absolutely dominated me.

“Yeah, scream for me!” he growled.

“G-GAAH! AH!” I was wrong before; his dick didn’t belong in my mouth, it belonged in my ass. He was telling the truth, my ass was made to take cock. His cock. I was made for him.

“Your teacher is fucking your ass boy.” He didn’t slow down. He couldn’t. He was in full overdrive now. “Your teacher dominated you and made you his good little boy. Now his big cock is all the way up your ass!” Everything he was saying was obvious, but it sounded so hot. It was sending pleasure throughout my whole body. “What would the baseball team say if they saw you like this? If they saw their star player being fucked like the little bitch he is?” I was completely obsessed with the way I felt at that moment. “You’re gonna shoot soon, huh boy?” Through my moans, I managed to nod. He picked me up without removing his dick and we moved to his chair. “Last test. Fuck yourself on my big dick boy.”

I said nothing, I only started bouncing on the cylinder pushing into me. I felt hazy in the best way possible. Pleasure overwhelmed me. I couldn’t tell the difference between me pushing down onto his cock and him thrusting up, but I didn’t care anymore. I needed him inside me. His cum needed to bust out and I needed to feel it in my asshole. Even though I was on the verge of cumming too, it didn’t matter. All I could think about was what was below me. A giant dick in my ass. My chemistry teacher’s dick in my ass. My dominator’s dick…the dick I would serve…the dick that was my master…a real man’s dick…in my ass. And I was the good boy taking it. Yeah…yeah, I’m a good boy!

“Okay boy…shoot it!”

We both released our loads. Both were large, spurt after spurt of semen on my chest and in my ass. I finished first, many seconds before Mr. Knight’s massive orgasm stopped. I didn’t mind; he could cum inside me forever for all I cared. Finally, he stopped and took in a deep breath.

“You aren’t just a good boy…you’re my good boy,” he said firstly. With his cock still where it belonged, he kissed me on the lips. And I kissed him back. Once he pulled away, he said, “I lied a little. That was the last test. Great job my boy. You’re such a good boy.”

I relaxed my head in his shoulder, completely spent. “Thank you sir,” I said, heaving.

“You’re gonna stay good, right my boy?”

“Yes sir…” I said dreamily.

“Good…” He kissed me once more and then sighed. “Well sorry, but sir has to take his dick out of you now. Otherwise I might end up fucking you again.”

I chuckled. “I wouldn’t mind that.”

He returned my laugh. “I know you wouldn’t my boy, but I shouldn’t. Your ass can’t take it right now.”

It was my turn to sigh. “I understand sir.”

He lifted me off of him and made sure I was steady. “You ass is leaking boy. You want to clean that out?”

I shook my head. “No sir. I love your cum.”

He smiled. “That’s my boy.” He looked at the scraps of my briefs. “Sorry about your underwear boy. Tell you what, I’ll buy you new ones.”

I couldn’t resist a gift from my sir. “Th-thank you sir!”

“You’re welcome my boy.” He started to get dressed and I did the same. “You said you had gym next, right?”

“Yes sir.”

“Well, I’ll go down and talk to the coach, give him a reason for your absence. You stay right here and I’ll drive you home when I’m done.”

Later, when we pulled into my driveway, I looked at him. “Well, this it.”

“Listen my boy,” he started, “when you sit on your sore ass later and you feel that pain…let it remind you of who dominated you and why.”

“I will sir.” I nodded.

“And if you ever feel like you might be a bad boy again, come see me and we’ll get it straightened out.”

I hesitated. “What if I…just want to see you again?”

He smiled and kissed me, his trademark power still there. “Hah…I think I can make that work.”