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Phainon sat slumped in the high-backed chair behind Anaxa's desk, his uniform shirt unbuttoned and pants pooled around his ankles. His breath came in ragged gasps, cheeks flushed a deep crimson as sweat beaded on his forehead.
Anaxa, his teacher, straddled Phainon's lap. His own robes were hiked up, exposing his thighs and the curve of his ass. He moved with deliberate slowness at first, lowering himself onto Phainon's hard cock, feeling the boy's shaft stretch him open inch by inch. A low groan escaped Anaxa's lips as he sank down fully, the tight heat of his body enveloping Phainon completely.
This was a..somewhat normal situation for them. Anaxa had Phainon stay after class quite often, using the excuse of 'extra tutoring' infront of others while only him and Phainon knew the truth. What actually happened behind those closed doors was this.
Phainon's hands gripped the arms of the chair, knuckles white as waves of pleasure shot through him. He was no stranger to these 'lessons', Anaxa had been holding them for months now, starting with innocent after-class discussions that evolved into secret and gentle touches, then slowly turning into something more... Now, with the door locked and school mainly empty, Phainon thrust up instinctively, his hips bucking as Anaxa began to ride him. The professor's ass clenched around his cock, slick from the lube they'd applied earlier, sliding up and down in a grind that made Phainon's vision blur.
Anaxa's hands pressed against Phainon's chest, pinning him in place while he picked up the pace. His own erection bobbed between them leaking pre-cum onto Phainon's stomach with each descent. He rolled his hips in a circle, grinding down hard to take Phainon deeper, the friction sending sparks of ecstasy through both of them. Phainon whimpered, his body arching as Anaxa bounced faster, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the quiet classroom.
Then,
Phainon's communicator buzzed on the desk infront of them, the screen lighting up with a message from his brothers. He glanced at it briefly, but Anaxa grabbed his chin, forcing his gaze back. "Ignore them" the man commanded, clenching his muscles around Phainon's cock to emphasize the point. Another buzz,
'Phai, where are you? We've been waiting for 30 mins already??'
Phainon bit his lip, torn between guilt and the overwhelming sensation of Anaxa's body milking him. He tried to reach for the device, but Anaxa swatted his hand away, leaning forward to capture Phainon's mouth in a kiss. Their tongues tangled immediately. Phainon had no time to pull away, he just leaned into it.
The communicator kept vibrating, messages piling up,
'Phai, you okay? Anaxa holding you back for extra credit again or what?'
Then, 'Hurry up, we're starving out here!' Phainon moaned into Anaxa's mouth, his cock pulsing inside. The risk of discovery only heightened the thrill, his brothers just beyond the door, oblivious to how Anaxa was claiming him, breaking him in with every thrust. Anaxa broke the kiss, trailing bites down Phainon's neck, marking the pale skin with red welts. "They can wait" he whispered. "You're staying until I say otherwise."
Anaxa then shifted his weight, planting his feet on the floor for better leverage. He rose up almost to the tip of Phainon's cock before dropping back down, the motion pulling a cry from the boy's throat. Phainon's hands finally broke free, clutching at Anaxa's hips, fingers digging into the firm flesh as he helped guide the rhythm. The professor's ass gripped him like a vice drawing him closer to the edge. Sweat slicked their bodies, Anaxa's chest heaving as he chased his own release, his cock rubbing against Phainon's abdomen with each bounce.
Another text chimed,
'Seriously, 35 minutes now. If you're ditching us, at least say so!'
Phainon panted, his mind fracturing between the messages and the pleasure.
"I... I should reply" he gasped, but Anaxa silenced him by reaching back to fondle Phainon's balls, rolling them in his palm while he continued to ride. The added stimulation made Phainon's toes curl, his thrusts growing erratic, aimless. Anaxa chuckled quietly before leaning back, bracing one hand on Phainon's knee for support, changing the angle so Phainon's cock hit deeper, brushing against that sensitive spot inside him. Anaxa groaned loudly, his head tilting back. He jerked his own cock with his free hand, stroking fast and firm, pre-cum slicking his fingers. Phainon watched, mesmerized, his hips snapping up to meet each descent. The office filled with the sounds of it, the creak of the chair, skin against skin, Anaxas moans...
Phainon's phone lit up again,
'We'll wait a bit longer but if you're not here in ten mins we'll be walking home without up'
Phainon didn't even hear his phone this time.
"You're so tight, teacher.." Phainon whispered, forgetting everything else. Anaxa grinned, triumphant, his strokes on his cock quickening. "Faster Phainon.." he wrapped his arms around the boy's neck, holding onto him, his lips 'coincidentally' right by the boys ear, moaning softly and calling out to him.
Phainon's communicator buzzed insistently on the desk now, the screen flashing with yet another message, then another.
They were spamming, trying to get his attention.
Phainons frame tensed beneath Anaxa, his arms flexing as he gripped the professor's narrow hips. Despite the overwhelming pleasure of Anaxa's ass and his sexy voice,
Phainon's mind kept drifting to the device, guilt gnawing at him amid the haze of lust.
Anaxa clenched around Phainon's shaft, pulling low moans from the boy's lips. But every time Phainon reached for the communicator, Anaxa's hand shot out, batting it away, pinning Phainon's wrist to the chair arm, holding his hand or doing anything to keep him from taking it.
"Focus on me" Anaxa muttered seductively, grinding down harder to emphasize his control. He leaned forward, capturing Phainon's mouth in a deep kiss yet again, tongue thrusting in time with his hips, distracting the boy from the persistent vibrations.
Phainon managed to break the kiss with a gasp, his chest heaving. "I have to reply, they're my brothers" he protested weakly, his cock twitching inside Anaxa despite his words.
Another buzz,
'Anaxa's office still, are you in trouble?' Phainon's eyes darted to the screen, and he shifted, trying to sit up. Anaxa anticipated it, wrapping his legs tighter around Phainon's waist, locking him in place. "Phainon please, look at me..They don't matter right now." Anaxa murmured, nipping at Phainon's earlobe.
But the messages kept coming, each one pulling Phainon further from the moment. 'Phainon?? Come onnn'
The boy's hands tightened on Anaxa's thighs, not in pleasure this time, but in frustration. He thrust up sharply, eliciting a sharp cry from the professor, but his gaze remained fixed on the device. Anaxa felt the shift, the subtle rebellion in Phainon's body, and redoubled his efforts. "Stay with me, you feel good don't you?" Anaxa coaxed, his ass still moving slowly, the obscene sounds continued.
Phainon groaned, his head falling back against the chair, but the communicator's next chime snapped him out of it. With a surge of determination, the teen bucked his hips upward, not just for pleasure, but to dislodge Anaxa. His arms wrapped around the professor's skinny frame, lifting him off his lap. Anaxa's eyes widened in surprise as Phainon's cock slipped free with a slick pop, leaving the teachers ass empty, a string of lube connecting them briefly before breaking. Phainon stood in one fluid motion as he reached for the device on the desk.
Anaxa, caught off guard stumbled backward as Phainon pulled away. His hand caught the edge on the desk before he deliberately let himself fall, feigning exhaustion. He 'twisted' his ankle with a wince. He hit the floor with a thud, clutching his leg dramatically, his face contorting in mock pain. "Ah—Phainon! Why did you–..." Anaxa's voice cracked, laced with hurt accusation as he rubbed his 'injured' ankle.
Phainon froze, phone halfway to his hand. The sight of Anaxa on the floor, looking so fragile and pained hit him like a gut punch. "Teacher! Oh—I-I didn't mean to push you!" He dropped the communicator instantly, the device clattering forgotten on the desk as he rushed to Anaxa's side. Kneeling down, Phainon's hands gently grasped the professor's shoulders, his face etched with concern. "Are you okay? I just... I was trying to get my phone, not hurt you. I'm so sorry! Are you alright? Does it hurt a lot?" His voice trembled, the obedience Anaxa had instilled over months kicking in, overriding his earlier defiance. Thank the lord his hard work didn't go down the drain over a few stupid messages. Anaxa suppressed a triumphant smirk, milking the moment as he winced again, shifting his weight to make his 'injury' seem real. "You overpowered me so easily... I thought we were close, but you just shoved me off like that..." His eyes looked away. "My ankle, it hurts, Phainon. Help me up." He sighed. "I hope its not broken..what if I can't go to work? How will I make money?" He muttered under his breath, still loudly enough for Phainon to hear. Internally, Anaxa reveled in the manipulation, he had always known how to play the victim to keep the boy hooked, turning potential rebellion into deeper submission. Just make him feel a bit guilty and sad, boom, perfect.
Phainon's heart raced, guilt flooding him as he carefully helped Anaxa up. Anaxa's body pressed against his. "I'm sorry, really,..I-I didn't mean to push you...Do you think you'll be okay?" He helped Anaxa to the chair, settling him down gently, then knelt again to examine the ankle. His hands probed carefully, massaging the 'swollen' area, unaware it was all an act. Anaxa's skin was pale and smooth under his touch, the professor biting his lip to stifle a chuckle from the attention.
"It's okay" Anaxa sighed, his voice softening. "But it stings...maybe you can make it better." He extended his leg, guiding Phainon's head down with a hand in the boy's silver hair. Phainon hesitated only a second before complying, pressing soft lips to the ankle, then trailing kisses up the calf, his shoulders hunched in apology. Anaxa's cock twitched at the sight, hardening fully as Phainon's mouth worked higher, drawn by the professor's subtle directions.
The communicator buzzed once more from the floor desk but the moment Phainon stopped his movements, Anaxa hissed, as if the pain has struck again. "Ugh! I hope it doesn't bruise.."
Phainon quickly turned back, one hand massaging the ankle while his lips kept trailing apologetic kisses. The professor guided him further, parting his thighs to expose his ass, still slick and stretched from their earlier fun. "Here too" Anaxa whispered, feigning a whimper. "You left me aching, fix it. You always make the pain dissappear..c
Phainon's eyes mixed with renewed lust and remorse, in the back of his head he knew he was forgetting something again but it didn't matter. Anaxa mattered, Anaxa was injured.
His tongue darted out to lick at the professor's hole, sloppily, of course. It's not like Phainon was a professional at it, at such an age.
Anaxa arched, his body trembling for show, but genuinely pleasured by the boy's eager service.
Phainon lapped, his hands gently pulling Anaxa closer so his ass reaches the edge of the chair, allowing the man to place his legs over his shoulders for comfort. His hands then rested on Anaxa's thighs as he delved deeper, tongue fucking him slowly. Anaxa moaned authentically now, his 'injury' forgotten, fingers tangling in Phainon's hair to hold him there. "Yes, just like that, prove you're sorry."
The boy whined against him. Phainon's own cock ached, leaking onto the floor, but he focused on pleasing.
As Phainon's mouth worked relentlessly, Anaxa glanced at the communicator, now silent, his brothers must have given up. Perfect. Though, those two were rather cute too, shame they weren't in his class. From what he knew, they were older than Phainon, probably around 16 or 17. Mmm, no that wasn't right, if Phainon was 14, one of them was 15 and the other 16. Close in age and they all looked like twins, just that blonde one stood out the most, though he looked adorable. That was the middle one right? Anaxa's brain was mulling over the thoughts, if only he could have them all, a cute collection of all 3 fawning over him? Perhaps it would be the hardest with the eldest one? He seems to be cold and rather protective of the other two...hmm...he'll have to think of something. His fingers gently stroked Phainon's hair as he thought.
"...Good boy" he murmured, almost forgetting what he was even doing. "Just like that sweetheart.." Climax built quickly, Anaxa came with a shudder, cum spurting a bit over the boys face before it trickles down his shaft.
Phainon pulled away and wiped his face with a tissue from his pocket, his own release silent over the floor.
Anaxa sighed, riding down his high as he feigned a wince as he 'tested' his ankle. "Better... thanks to you." He gently pet Phainon's head.
"Teacher?" Phainon mumbled as he rested his chin onto the mans knee. "You called me sweetheart earlier, why?" He muttered while looking up at him.
Anaxa gave him a small smile. "Sorry, did it make you uncomfortable, it just slipped out on accident" he watched the boy, how cute he looked
The younger shook his head. "No no, I was just curious that's all..and your ankle?..." he trailed off. The fight drained from him. Anaxa's plan had worked, of course it had. "It's better now, must've been but a temporary sprain."
Phainon nodded slowly, his silver hair disheveled from Anaxa's earlier grip, a faint flush still coloring his cheeks from the intensity of their session. "Okay... good. I don't want you hurt because of me" Phainon murmured, his voice soft and earnest, eyes dropping to the floor where a small puddle from his own untouched climax had dried unnoticed. He stood up carefully.
Anaxa watched him, his body reclining in the chair like a king on his throne, legs casually draped over the armrest, not trying to hide any lingering slickness between his thighs. "You're too sweet for your own good, Phainon. Now, go on, your brothers must be worried sick. Tell them it was just a long talk about your studies." He waved a hand dismissively, but his eyes lingered.
Phainon hesitated at the door, glancing back with a mix of reluctance and obedience. "Yeah... I'll see you tomorrow, Professor?" It wasn't really a question, it was a plea, ingrained from months of Anaxa's 'sessions'.
Anaxa nodded. "Of course. And remember, our little lessons stay between us." He stood up smoothly, testing his 'ankle' with an exaggerated limp for effect, though it vanished the moment Phainon's back was turned. The boy didn't notice, too focused on slipping out into the corridor.
But Anaxa wasn't done yet.
"Phainon, wait up" he called out as he pulled on his trousers, Phainon stopped. "Yes?"
Anaxa fixed his clothes and approached him. "I'll see you out."
He then followed a few steps behind, his footsteps light, the limp fully fabricated now.
Anaxa walked with him to the exit and then, fhe gates loomed ahead. Students milled about, laughing and shoving, but Phainon's pace quickened at the sight of familiar figures waiting by the barrier, taller.
The eldest stood with arms crossed, his uniform impeccable, eyes scanning the crowd with intensity.
Phainon waved awkwardly as they approached, his face lighting up despite the lingering haze in his mind. "Sorry! it took longer than I thought... and my phone died before I could answer!" He quickened his step, leaving Anaxa a pace behind, but the professor's eyes narrowed with interest, drinking in the sight of the older boys. Just then his gaze flickered from Phainon to Anaxa with immediate suspicion.
Anaxa stepped forward, his limp returning just enough to soften his posture, making him seem approachable, almost fragile. He extended a hand, his smile polite but his eyes roaming. "You must be Phainon's brothers, right? I'm Professor Anaxagoras. Apologies for keeping him so late, we had to discuss his grades. He's doing exceptionally well in my class, but you know how these things drag on." His voice was smooth, laced with a warmth that bordered on flirtation, and he held the boy's gaze a beat too long, letting his eyes soften seductively, lips curving.
The boy shook the offered hand firmly, his grip testing, but Anaxa didn't flinch, instead letting his fingers linger in the clasp, thumb brushing lightly over the boy's knuckles.
Phainon was too busy talking with the blonde one, oh Anaxa will get him too one soon enough.
"Yeah, he's mentioned you. Grades you say? Is he doing well? Is he not getting picked on or being loud in class?" The elder brother spoke up. His tone was neutral, but his eyes flicked to Phainon.
Anaxa chuckled softly, releasing his hand but stepping closer under the guise of addressing both. "Nothing serious at all, just some extra guidance. Phainon's got potential, I like to nurture that personally. He's a smart boy." Anaxa then tilted his head, letting his hair fall slightly over one eye. "Walk home safely, you three."
Phainon said a quick goodbye, ducking his head as he moved toward the gate, but his brother lingered, his cold facade cracking just a fraction with curiosity. "Thanks, Anaxagoras for looking after him." He nodded curtly, but Anaxa's smile widened, catching the brief hesitation in the boy's step, the way his eyes darted back for a split second. As the brothers walked away, Phainon glancing over his shoulder with a mix of relief and longing, Anaxa watched them go, his mind already spinning webs.
That one could be a challenge, the protective type, cold exterior hiding what Anaxa suspected was a lot of loneliness and need of someone older to guide him and care for him. He was the oldest, no doubt does he wish to shed himself of that responsibility of looking after his brothers and being the one taken care of once in a while. Hah...he needs to find out how to crumble down those walls of his. But, he didn't even ask for his name, tsk. But, he'd be a prize worth the effort. Phainon was the key, of course, the youngest of the three, at 14, so pliable, already hooked. The middle one, 15, would fall easier, but the eldest... oh, he'd need finesse. Maybe start with 'tutoring' sessions, feign concern for the family's personal problems, draw him in with compliments and praise? Anaxa's body stirred at the thought, the thrill of expanding his collection making his pulse quicken. Three brothers, all his, fawning and submitting...It was a fantasy worth pursuing.
He turned back toward the school, the gates shutting behind him as the last few students exited, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. Starting tomorrow he'd plant the seeds. Hm, seduction was an art after all, and Anaxa was a master at it.