Hi all! It feels like ages since I posted.
Life got a bit wild after I finished my thesis – had some health problems, including a nasty fall down the stairs, because of severe iron deficiency, that really set me back. Recovering and getting my focus back for writing took longer than I expected.
And now Im back, hope you like it.
Monday morning hit Mark like a physical blow. The slightest movement sent a sharp pain through his ass, freezing him in bed. The events of the previous day were hazy, fragmented – the effects of whatever Alex had put in his water. He remembered the bathroom, the overwhelming heat, the insistent itch… and then, horrifyingly clear, the memory of his student fucking him senseless. His teeth clenched, fists tightening the sheets. If Alex were standing there right now, teacher-student relationship be damned, Mark would beat him bloody.
But tangled with the rage was the phantom memory of his own responses… the moans, the desperate need. He shook his head violently. No, that wasn’t me. That was the drugs. It had to be.
His dark thoughts were interrupted by Megan entering the bedroom with breakfast.
"Honey, you're awake. Still feeling rough?" Seeing him sitting blankly, she hurried over, her voice laced with concern. "When I got home yesterday, you were already passed out. You just said you felt sick… The bathroom floor was soaked. Did you maybe stay in the shower too long and catch a chill?"
Mark couldn't meet her eyes. The man who always projected strength and control for his wife had been violated by a teenage punk. If she ever found out… "I'm okay," he mumbled, keeping his voice low. "Just need a little more rest."
After Megan left for work, Mark ate mechanically, his mind racing. His first instinct was still raw violence, pounding Alex into the pavement. But reality crashed in. He was a teacher. Assaulting a student meant immediate dismissal, jail time, public disgrace. And that didn't even factor in Alex's influential family…
With a sickening lurch in his stomach, Mark realized he was trapped. There was nothing he could do. Keep his distance, stay vigilant – that was the only option. He’s just a kid, Mark tried to reassure himself. It was a fucked-up power trip, probably fueled by whatever shit he drugged me with. It won't happen again. It was flimsy comfort, but it was all he had.
The next few days passed in a tense blur. Mark went through the motions of teaching, his nerves frayed. To his immense relief, Alex kept his distance, seemingly avoiding him. This reinforced Mark's hope that it was over, a one-time aberration. The knot of anxiety in his gut slowly began to loosen.
A week later, after his last class, Mark was packing his bag when a student approached him. "Mr. Davis? Alex asked me to tell you he needs help moving some stuff in the athletics storage shed."
A cold dread washed over Mark. His gut screamed that this was wrong. He forced a neutral expression. "Okay, thanks. I'll head over." After the student left, Mark hesitated. Every instinct told him to ignore it, to just go home. But a stubborn part of him, maybe a desperate need to prove he wasn't scared, made him walk towards the shed. He clenched his fists, his jaw tight. I'm clear-headed now. If he tries anything, I won't just take it.
He reached the shed, pushing the heavy door open. The interior was dim and smelled of dust and old equipment. "Alex?" he called out. He took two steps inside when the door slammed shut behind him with a heavy clang. Mark spun around. Alex stood there, locking the metal door from the inside, a predatory grin spreading across his face.
"Mr. Davis. Glad you could make it."
Mark’s blood ran cold. "You said you needed help moving something. Where is it?"
Alex chuckled. "Relax, Mr. Davis. It’s rare we get quality time together. Let's work on our… teacher-student bond."
Mark’s voice was sharp, laced with barely controlled fury. "Alex! I'm warning you. Don't pull any shit, or I swear—"
Alex cut him off, his tone mocking. "Why so hostile, Mr. Davis? Last time, at your place, you were so welcoming. Couldn't get enough of my cock, remember?"
The crude words ignited Mark's rage. Forgetting his position, forgetting everything but the violation, he roared and lunged, fist raised.
Suddenly, a series of familiar, degrading moans echoed through the shed. Mark froze, turning towards the sound.
On a dusty workbench sat a tablet, playing a video. It was him. Face flushed, slick with sweat and drool, body bucking helplessly as Alex pounded into him. The sounds, the visuals – it was sickeningly real, stripping away any shred of the composed, respected teacher he was supposed to be.
Mark stared, his face pale. "You… you filmed it…"
Alex laughed, clearly enjoying Mark’s horror. "Don't you remember, Mr. Davis? You were shy at first, but once I started fucking you good, you were begging me to record how much of a slut you were being." Seeing the fury rekindle in Mark’s eyes, Alex added smoothly, "I made a few copies, you know. Thinking of sharing it with some friends. Maybe send one to your wife? I bet she'd love to see this side of her perfect husband."
Mark stared at Alex, hatred burning in his eyes, but impotent rage churning in his gut. "What the fuck do you want?" he ground out between clenched teeth.
Alex shrugged nonchalantly. "Nothing much. Just had such a good time with you last week, thought we could play again."
Silence stretched between them. Mark felt the walls closing in, the full weight of his entrapment crushing him. Defeat tasted like ash in his mouth. "As long as you don't release that video," he said, his voice barely a whisper, "I'll… cooperate. Within reason."
A satisfied smirk spread across Alex's face. So reluctant now, he thought. You'll be begging for it soon enough.
The athletics storage shed sat behind the main stadium, isolated and rarely visited. If anyone had stumbled upon it then, they would have seen a shocking sight: Mark Davis, the handsome, disciplined PE teacher, stripped down to nothing but his boxer briefs and running shoes, standing rigidly in the dim light.
His hands were clasped tightly behind his back, eyes squeezed shut, unwilling to meet the predatory gaze raking over his body. His physique was impressive – a powerful, inverted triangle, broad shoulders tapering to a tight waist. His large, square pecs, combined with his dark tan, were undeniably striking.
Alex’s eyes lingered on the bulge in Mark’s briefs. "Not bad, Mr. Davis. Packing some heat down there," he commented casually.
Mark’s jaw tightened. "Cut the crap! Are you done looking?"
"A body like yours? Never," Alex purred, pulling out his phone and aiming the camera at Mark. "Now, why don't you start off for me, Mr. Davis. Show your student how much you want it."
Mark felt helpless, trapped. He slowly reached down, his hand trembling as it rested over the bulge in his boxers. He began to stroke himself, the friction rough through the fabric.
Soon, his cock was fully hard, straining against the confines of his underwear, an uncomfortable pressure building.
“Take them off,” Alex commanded.
Mark hesitated, biting his lip, but complied, pulling down his boxers. His thick cock sprang free, jutting upwards. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and began to jerk off, the motion stiff and mechanical.
Alex watched the spectacle – the strong, masculine teacher forced to pleasure himself for his student’s viewing – and felt his own arousal surge. He set his phone down, unzipping his pants. “You’re turning me on, Mr. Davis. Can’t help myself.” His own thick, hard cock, already slick with precum, sprang free from his shorts.
Mark’s own cock was sizable, but Alex’s was undeniably larger, darker, thicker. Alex cupped his erection, smirking at Mark. “What do you think, Mr. Davis? Impressive, right?”
Mark’s eyes were drawn to the dark shaft, unable to look away. It held a perverse fascination for him. “I’ve got my own,” he muttered, trying to sound dismissive. “Nothing special…”
Alex scoffed, stepping closer, swinging his cock near Mark’s face. “Don’t pretend. Your eyes are practically glued to it.” Mark flushed, ashamed. What is wrong with me? Why can’t I look away? As the thought crossed his mind, Alex’s voice cut through. “Alright, enough foreplay. My cock’s about to explode. Get on your knees and lick it.”
Mark shuddered, a war raging inside him. But the threat of the video, the overwhelming sense of powerlessness, won out. He slowly lowered himself to his knees. The moment they touched the dusty floor, Alex grabbed a handful of Mark’s short hair, yanking his head back, positioning his cock right in front of Mark’s mouth. “Open up!”
Mark reluctantly opened his mouth. A second later, the thick, musky cock rammed inside.
“Ahhh… fuck…” Alex groaned, tilting his head back in pleasure. He gripped Mark’s hair tighter, thrusting his hips rhythmically.
“Mmph… mmm…” Mark struggled to breathe around the thick intrusion, muffled gagging sounds escaping his lips.
After a few rough thrusts, Alex pulled out, pressing his cock against Mark’s handsome face. “Lick it clean,” he ordered. Mark hesitantly extended his tongue, tracing the wide, purplish head, lapping at the beads of precum.
The humiliation was profound – licking his student’s cock. But the overpowering scent, the sheer proximity of that thick shaft, dulled his shame, replacing it with a dizzying, numbing sensation. His mind felt foggy, unable to focus on anything but the task at hand. Then, a familiar sensation started – a faint tingling deep inside his ass. He shifted uncomfortably, instinctively clenching his buttocks.
Alex noticed the subtle movement. “What’s wrong, Mr. Davis? Your ass getting itchy again?” he taunted. Mark’s face burned. He kept his head down, pretending not to hear, focusing on servicing Alex’s cock.
Time blurred. Alex’s cock was slick with Mark’s saliva. Mark, in turn, felt his own arousal building, fueled by the ministrations to Alex's cock, but the itch in his ass intensified, becoming maddeningly persistent. Finally, he couldn’t hold back a low groan. “Ah… ah… back there…”
Alex slapped Mark’s face lightly with his cock. “Back where? Why don’t you turn around and show me?” Desperate for relief, Mark ignored the shame, slowly turning, presenting his round, firm ass to Alex.
Alex casually ran a hand over Mark’s glutes, probing around his tightly clenched hole. “Ah, I see. Getting nice and wet for me, Mr. Davis?”
Mark gritted his teeth against the rising discomfort. “N-no… don’t be ridiculous…”
Alex chuckled darkly. “Really? Because my hand’s covered in your slick.” He saw Mark’s head hang lower. He slapped Mark’s ass sharply. “Well, seeing as you’re so uncomfortable, and I’m such a good student… here’s a little something to help.” He produced a smooth, black butt plug. He rubbed the tip against Mark’s wet entrance, then pushed it firmly inside.
“Aahh!” The unexpected invasion made Mark cry out, his body tensing violently.
Alex applied steady pressure, slowly working the plug deeper into Mark’s tight passage.
“Hahh… ahh… feels… good…” Mark gasped, his own cock leaking more precum.
He initially thought the plug might soothe the itch, but after a few moments, the tingling, numbing sensation intensified, morphing into an unbearable, deep-seated ache.
“Ah… ah… no… it’s… itching again…” Sweat beaded on Mark’s forehead as the relentless itch drove him crazy. He writhed, shifting his weight, desperate for relief.
Just then, Alex stood up abruptly and took two steps back. “Alright, Mr. Davis. That’s enough fun for today. Got places to be.” He turned as if to leave.
Mark watched Alex’s cock receding, a wave of panic washing over him. “Alex, wait… don’t go…” he cried out, his voice strained.
Alex turned back, feigning surprise. “Yes, Mr. Davis? Something else you need?”
Mark knew Alex was playing with him, but the agonizing itch obliterated rational thought. Shame warring with desperation, he looked at Alex, arched his back, presenting his ass more prominently, and gave a slight, pleading wiggle. “Alex… please… help me…”
Alex raised an eyebrow. “Help you with what, Mr. Davis? I don’t understand.”
Mark’s voice trembled. “Help me… fuck my ass… It itches so bad…”
A cruel smile spread across Alex’s face. He hefted his dark cock. “You want this cock to scratch that itch for you?”
Mark’s gaze locked onto the thick shaft, his vision blurring. He nodded frantically. “Mmm… yes… please… hurry…” He wriggled his hips more insistently.
Alex remained unhurried. “So, tell me exactly where it itches.”
Mark gasped for breath. “Ah… my ass… my asshole…”
“Asshole? Does a normal man’s asshole leak slick like this?” Alex roughly pulled the butt plug out, the separation marked by a loud, wet pop.
The sudden emptiness intensified the maddening itch. “Mmm… I don’t know… Alex… please…” Mark whimpered.
Alex pressed the head of his cock against Mark’s slightly swollen entrance, pushing just the tip inside. “If you don’t know, your student can teach you. This place is called a hole. A man’s hole. It’s meant to be pounded by a big cock until it’s screaming for more. Once it gets a taste, it can never get enough. Got it, teacher?”
Even that slight penetration sent waves of dizzying pleasure through Mark. He hesitated only a moment before stammering, “Yes… yes… it’s a hole… Please, Alex… use your big cock… fuck my hole… make the itching stop…”
Alex grinned, utterly satisfied. He thrust his hips forward, sinking his entire length into Mark’s slick, waiting passage.
“Aahhh… fuck… yes…” Mark cried out as the thick, hard cock filled him completely. The unbearable itch dissolved, replaced by waves of tingling numbness spreading outwards from his core, radiating through his entire body. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, he couldn’t suppress the lewd moans escaping his lips.
“Tsk… Your hole is so tight, Mr. Davis. Clamping down like that… might break my cock. How am I supposed to help you then?” Alex taunted, grinding his hips, driving deeper while simultaneously chipping away at Mark’s remaining defenses with crude words.
“Ah ah… Big cock fucks so good… Alex… you’re so good… feels amazing…” The relentless friction against the sensitive lining of his insides sent shivers of pure ecstasy through Mark’s body.
“Horny teacher… feels good, huh? Shouldn’t you thank your student properly?” Alex gripped Mark’s large ass cheeks, pounding into him like a machine.
“Mmm… Thank you… big cock… Thank you for fucking my hole…” Mark’s powerful frame bucked and shuddered with each thrust. He was completely undone, his arms barely supporting him, his face flushed crimson. Shame warred with the undeniable pleasure flooding his senses. How can I be saying these things? But the relentless assault from behind quickly overwhelmed any lingering embarrassment, leaving only the raw desire to feel that big cock filling him, stretching him, driving him mindless.
“Damn, virgin ass like yours feels incredible. So tight, but meaty.” Alex groaned, thoroughly enjoying himself. “Putting on airs at first, and now look at you, bent over, begging for it. Fucking slut.”
“Hahh… ah… No… it’s… your cock, Alex… so good… fucks so good… so big and thick… feels amazing in my hole…” As Alex continued his relentless rhythm, fragmented memories of the first time surfaced. “After… after you fucked me before… I pretended to hate it… but deep down… I wanted your big cock again…”
“So next time I want to fuck you, you won’t refuse?”
“No… never… From now on… your big cock can fuck my hole whenever you want… I won’t fight it anymore…”
Alex smirked, triumphant. He’d finally broken the strong teacher. He increased his force, slamming into Mark harder.
Mark cried out, a mixture of pain and overwhelming pleasure. “Ah… ah! You hit it… Big cock hit the spot… oh god… too much… Hole can’t take it… gonna cum…” His own cock spewed thick ropes of semen onto the dirty floor.
“Fuck!” Hearing the normally composed teacher utter such filthy words fueled Alex’s own excitement. “Getting off just from my big cock fucking you? A straight guy like you, cumming from getting fucked up the ass?” He picked up the pace, the shed filled only with the wet slap of flesh on flesh and Mark’s ragged, uncontrollable moans.
“Slut, I’m gonna shoot my load! Take it all!” Alex roared, burying his cock to the hilt and pumping load after load of thick, white semen deep inside Mark’s ravaged hole.
Mark, completely spent, could only manage weak whimpers.
After a moment, Alex pulled out, wiping his still-dripping cock on Mark’s broad, sweaty back.
“Alright, that’s enough for today. Next time your hole gets itchy, Mr. Davis, you know who to call. Student Alex will always be happy to take care of your problems~” With a final parting smirk, Alex turned and left the storage shed, leaving Mark collapsed on the filthy floor, his ass gaping, slick with semen, the rank, pungent smell of sex clinging heavily in the air around him.
