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“Hnnng…. nnng…. aaah… T… Takaya-sensei…” Izaya moaned as he gripped onto the desk. His knuckles turned white as his face was pressed against his own wooden desk.
“So you can sound cute, Orihara-kun.” The man in his perhaps mid 30s purred as his lubed finger rubbed his student’s swollen prostate.
“S-sensei.... is pretty cruel…” the high school teen mewed as he was forced to hold up his ass in the air on his tippy toe. Another groan escaped his lips as the second finger was inserted inside him.
The once crowded classroom was now deserted save for the homeroom teacher and his smartest student. When Izaya was called to stay behind for detention, the teen already knew what would happen to him.
Because this treatment had been going on for two weeks already.
“Looks like you’re ready, Orihara-kun.”
Izaya felt the fingers pull out of his rectum. He braced himself even as he tried to relax his ass. It had been two weeks since he lost his virginity to his teacher and the man’s been abusing his ass for his liking practically every day, but Izaya’s body could not still physically get used to having his rectum filled up with another man’s cock.
“Hnnngh…. aaaaah….!” Izaya gasped out loud as he arched when his teacher slammed his cock inside him impatiently.
“Izaya-kun, if you’re too loud, someone might hear us. You never know if some of the teachers are working late today.” His homeroom teacher switched from formal speech to friendlier one, immediately degrading Izaya’s status.
Izaya bit back a retort as he held his ass up high proudly. He would see it through, he told himself. He would make this bastard pay!
But for now, he held onto his own desk for his dear life as his teacher started to pound into him senselessly.
The desk squeaked in protest with their weight and movement. Izaya held back a derisive snort, what happened to being worried about being too loud?
His teacher apparently didn't seem to care anymore as he placed a hand on Izaya's head, pressing the boy down against the desk as he abused his ass.
Izaya winced as the wood of the desk chafed against his face and his hips dug into the sides of the desk, causing a discomfort that wasn't all entirely unpleasant. His cock ached shamefully as the teacher continued to thrust into him with abandon.
“You're so tight, Orihara-kun. Fitting me like a glove. I take it you haven't been messing around anymore like the naughty boy your are?”
Izaya didn't see the point to dignify that with a response, instead he let out a soft hiss as his hips dug in deeper to the side of the desk. He adjusted his stance on his tip-toes, trying to edge away from the desk, but no such luck as the teacher pressed his head down harder with one hand and steadied him with the other.
His teacher chuckled as he reached over and wrapped a hand over the pre-cum slickened cock, his eyes glinting maliciously. “I should help you out with this problem, shouldn't I? After all, a teacher should be willing to help a student in need...”
Izaya seethed as that hand rubbed up and down his cock once, then twice, but then stopped all together, his teacher focusing more on his thrusts.
“T-Takaya-sensei.... Hnnngh! Aah!!”
“Did I hit something good, Izaya-kun?”
Izaya growled, but the sound diminished off into a pitiful whine as Takaya continued to pound at his prostate.
“S-sensei…! Sensei!! P-please….” He started begging. God he hated begging! But he couldn’t think of anything else to do with his mind filled with lust and pleasure as well as shame. He hated it. He believed he was stronger than this, that he could control everything.
But he was nothing but a toy in the adult world, not yet experienced enough to play the game.
He swore one day he would, but for now he begged, and pleaded as his body jerked roughly against the desk.
“Say you want my cock… Nnng… every day. You dream of it every night.” The teacher huffed, his brow glistening with sweat as his fingers gripped on those petit hips. The way those peach cheeks sucked him in! He shuddered as he held back his orgasm.
“I… I want your cock… sensei… aaah…. aaaah…” Izaya moaned in tandem with each thrust.
“How… much?”
“Aaah… aaah… e-every… night…”
“And what do you do every night, Orihara-kun?”
“I… I… I touch… myself….” Izaya swallowed. That was a blatant lie. In fact, once he had secretly cried in shame after his teacher had raped him particularly rough.
“Have you been a naughty boy?”
“Y-yes. S-sensei. Please…. Aaah!”
Just then, Orihara’s home room teacher slammed a hard thrust and came inside him, filling his tight rectum with his hot cum. Izaya too shuddered, squeezing tightly around his teacher’s cock as he came onto the bottom of his desk.
Exhausted, Izaya lay on top, his once curled up toes now loose and tired.
Orihara Izaya felt his teacher’s cock slip out of his ass finally and he sighed in relief.
Another torturous day was finally over.