Anything for an A Ch. 02

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Attention. The following story deals with questionable consent and coercion when it comes to sexual acts. This may not be for you and if you are offended by these kinds of stories I recommend turning back now. If you continue to read, consider yourself warned.

For the record, all characters contained in this story engaging in any sort of sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older.

If you haven’t read Chapter One I would highly recommend that you do so if you want to know just what is going on and how Bradley has found himself in the position that he’s in.

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I awoke the next morning covered in a cold sweat with my ass still hurting and the faint taste of Prof. Hawthorne still on my lips. No matter how many times I brushed my teeth or the entire bottle of mouthwash I had gone through upon arriving back at my apartment, I just couldn’t get rid of that taste. But it was the mental anguish I was suffering through. For the little bit of sleep that I had gotten throughout the night, I was haunted by the images of Prof. Hawthorne’s naked body, his hard cock, made inhumanly large by my subconscious as it was forced into my ass and mouth repeatedly and when it wasn’t that it was the reactions of my fellow students and other teachers as the video of me that he had made was played on an oversized screen for the entire school to see. In this dream, I walk in through the doors to be greeted by the image and I’m then immediately recognized and pointed out so that everyone else can point and laugh.

Needless to say, I was a complete wreck as I walked into school that day. I was dressed in sweats and had large dark sunglasses on in hopes of nobody recognizing me for fear that they would somehow know what had been going on simply by reading it on my face. All my classes consisted of hiding in the back row, hoping that nobody would notice me. Thanks to small miracles, I didn’t have Prof. Hawthorne today so at least I had that going for me. But I knew I had to show up after class, no matter what I couldn’t run from this. I was certain that if I didn’t show up, the video would get leaked. Thankfully nobody seemed to notice my presence, and I managed to focus during some of my classes, but that was the easy part.

I found Prof. Hawthorne in his classroom behind his desk as I expected him to be. This time the room was empty and as I closed the door behind me I heard the thunk of the locks as they locked in place. When I turned back to face him, I saw a small remote in his hand.

“A little piece of safety equipment in case of an active shooter situation. Brilliant thing if you ask me.”

I walked slowly down to the front of the room, back to where I was standing not twenty-four hours previous. I apparently glanced a little too long at where I thought the camera was located because he immediately called me out on it.

“Don’t worry Bradley, the camera isn’t recording. Not at the moment at least. Honestly, I’m surprised you showed up today. I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I was worried you might say something to someone. I just might go easy on you this time.”

“You said you wanted to discuss my grade?” I said quietly, much to my surprise as I hadn’t intended to speak so softly. Prof. Hawthorne smiled as I spoke and it made me cringe.

“Yes Bradley, I did. I’ve been looking at your marks and I’ve spoken with Coach Doonan and it seems you are only half a grade point off of being on the field instead of on the bench. So I think I can help you if you help me.”

“You mean by having sex with you?”

“No Bradley, the sex is because you wanted to take the easy way out and now I’m going to teach you the error of your ways. You are going to continue to show up here, or wherever I say and do as I instruct or else your time at this school will be severely limited. Do you understand?” Prof. Hawthorne had stood up by the time he finished speaking, and now he was standing only a few feet in front of me.

“Yes, I understand.”

“Good, now why don’t you show me how much you understand.”

The moment Prof. Hawthorne dropped his pants and let his hard cock swing free, I knew exactly what he expected of me and I began to panic. I couldn’t run, the door was locked and the only way to unlock it was with the remote that Prof. Hawthorne kept in his desk drawer.

“Don’t make me have to encourage you, Bradley, you’d hate to have me upset and take it out on your grades.”

I couldn’t even look at him. I was so embarrassed as I crossed the few feet between us and dropped to my knees. Trying to pretend like I was okay with this was difficult, so I closed my eyes and with a tentative hand I reached out and grabbed the base of Prof. Hawthorne’s hard cock and guided it towards my mouth. Once I had the head pressed against my lips, Prof. Hawthorne thrust forward and drove his entire cock into my mouth causing me to leap backwards as I began to gag and choke. Thankfully he didn’t follow and I was able to recover as I bedava bahis tried not to throw up all over the floor.

“We’re going to have to work on that gag reflex of yours. Alright, that’s enough recovery time, back at it now.”

Still feeling like I could start in on another coughing fit at any second, I took a few deep breaths to calm myself and resumed trying to suck the hard cock directly in front of my face. I willed myself to be a little quicker this time in hopes that Prof. Hawthorne wouldn’t try to ram his dick down my throat again and began bobbing up and down on as much as I could. I managed to get roughly half of his cock in my mouth at once without choking and that seemed to be sufficient for the time being.

“Oh yes Bradley, such a sweet mouth. I might just have to keep you to myself.” Instinct made me want to pull off his cock and ask him what he meant, but his hand on the back of my head holding me in place as he fucked my face prevented that. Soon I could feel that Prof. Hawthorne was controlling the speed of things and I was able to simply hold my head in place as he thrust his cock into my mouth repeatedly. It wasn’t until it was too late that I realized the position I had allowed myself to be put in.

“Oh yeah, take it you little bitch. Swallow my load.”

My eyes bulged wide as I felt him pull out until just the head of his cock was in my mouth and then hold me there as he sprayed his entire load into my mouth. Without it shoved all the way down my throat there was much more room for his cum in my mouth, but as he finished shooting and began to grow soft Prof. Hawthorne didn’t pull out. Instead, he held my head in place and with his free hand cupped my chin and held my mouth closed as his now soft cock slipped out of my mouth.

“Swallow it!” I hesitated and it clearly didn’t impress it.

“Swallow it now you little bitch.” Reluctantly I swallowed, and once he’d confirmed I had indeed swallowed it all he let my head go.

“From now on unless I say so, you swallow my load. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes Professor. That’s how I expect you to respond to me now.”

“Yes Professor.”

“Good. I’ll see you after class tomorrow, now get lost. I have a sweet brunette coming by for some extra help and I don’t need to be cleaning your shit off my dick before I get her’s on it.”

“But I have practice tomorrow!”

“Oh, right. Football. Alright, then I expect you in my office first thing tomorrow morning. A blowjob is a wonderful way to start your day. I suggest you study tonight, I expect a better performance out of you tomorrow or I’ll take that ass of yours as well before classes.”

Prof. Hawthorne pulled his pants back up and returned to his desk where he picked up the small black box that controlled the locks and unlocked the door. I was barely on my feet when Savanna Dodson, head cheerleader and one of my crushes walked into the classroom.

“Hey Prof. Hawthorne, do you still have time for me this evening?” She asked as she walked past me.

“Of course Savanna, I always have time for my students.”

Hoping I hadn’t been recognized, I made a hasty retreat out of the room. As soon as I was out the doors I heard the locks click once again but the significance of it was lost on me as I made a quick dash to my car and took off. It didn’t really hit me until I got home and I ended up on the floor of my apartment curled up in the fetal position shaking as the realization of what was happening hit me. I had somehow become Prof. Hawthorne’s slave to be used for his sexual gratification.

Sleep was fitful for the second night in a row. Once again I was haunted by nightmares of the school finding out about how Prof. Hawthorne had forced me to submit to him sexually and used me like a toy that he could discard any time he wished. It was due to these two nights of restless sleep that I missed my alarm and woke up a mere hour before my first class was due to start.

At first, I was in a panic, not because I was late for class, but because I wasn’t going to be able to show up in Prof. Hawthorne’s office before classes without being late for my first class. I rushed through my morning routine and was just arriving at school when I realized I had nothing to panic about. There was no way I could be expected to be late for class just so that I could show up and blow Prof. Hawthorne which was a great relief to me because now I was off the hook. Or so I thought. It was five minutes into my class when a teacher appeared at the door. There was a brief pause as she spoke to our teacher with the two women immediately turning to look in my direction.

“Mr. Andrews, Professor Hawthorne would like to see you in his office immediately.” She announced. Everyone was looking at me as I packed up my books and left the room with my escort right behind me.

I felt like a dead man walking as I passed through the halls towards Prof. Hawthorne’s office. I was escorted all the way to his door and wasn’t left bedava bonus alone until I had knocked.

“ENTER!” I heard a loud yell. Reaching out I turned the knob and opened the door.

“You wanted to see me?” I asked, hoping this was just something innocent. The look on Prof. Hawthorne’s face told me it wasn’t.

“Close the door.” I did as instructed.

“Was I not clear enough last night Bradley? Did I not tell you that I expected you here in my office before class?”

“I overslept Professor, I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care for your excuses Bradley. I was actually going to go easy on you today, let you off with just using your mouth. Apparently I’m too gracious however.” Prof. Hawthorne stood and moved around the desk and I suddenly felt very small in his presence. He didn’t really tower over me physically, but his presence was very intimidating.

“Over the desk Bradley.” Again I hesitated, unsure of what he meant. Apparently it meant to bend face down over his desk as he moved around me and shoved me into the position he desired.

“When will you stop fighting me Bradley? Didn’t I tell you that the more you resisted me the more difficult it was going to be on you? Now I’m going to have to show you just what happens when you disobey me and now I also have to justify on the school records why I pulled you out of class. Do you know how that makes me feel?” He asked as I was unceremoniously stripped of my pants and boxers.

Sensing him moving around behind me, I tried to prepare myself for what was coming. When I heard his belt being undone I assumed he was just going to fuck me again until I felt it come down across my ass. Three swift strikes were delivered on each of my ass cheeks, and I could feel them turning red as his hands caressed the cheeks each time. There was no way I was going to be able to sit comfortably for the rest of my classes, but I doubted that was the worst of the discomfort I was going to experience When the belt was dropped on his desk in front of me I hoped that we were done, but when I felt the lube on my asshole I tried not to clench.

“Now you’re going to learn why I don’t like to be disobeyed Bradley.” It was the only announcement I got before he shoved his cock all the way into my ass in one thrust. I cried out and was rewarded with an open-palmed slap across my already tender ass for it.

“Quiet!”

Taking hold of both of my hips, Prof. Hawthorne began to repeatedly thrust himself into my ass over and over again at a pace that filled the room with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. I kept hoping that someone would come walking into the room and catch us, saving me from this punishment, but it never happened. Prof. Hawthorne continued to drive himself into me repeatedly, occasionally delivering a sharp slap to my ass if I got too loud.

What was most alarming to me however was the fact that I was becoming accustomed to having my ass penetrated. I couldn’t explain it because it still hurt a lot but somehow I found myself able to tolerate the pain the longer this went on and it terrified me. But as one pain diminished, another one rose as the slaps against my ass from his hand were beginning to become painful and I could feel the heat coming off my surely red cheeks. I was beginning to wonder if I’d even be able to sit down in class at all.

“We’re going to have to do something about that pain tolerance of yours Bradley, but until then I’m going to enjoy drilling this tight hole of yours. Can’t have you crying out like a little pussy and getting us caught.”

With one final grunt, I felt Prof. Hawthorne drive himself into me and blow his load, spraying my bowels with his cum. It felt like someone had shoved a firehose up my ass and turned it on as he flooded my ass, I even began to think that if he didn’t stop I’d soon be able to taste it when I finally felt him go soft and slide out of my ass. I tried to stand back up, but a large hand on my back held me in place.

“Not so fast Bradley, can’t have you leaking all over the place. I want you to feel my load inside you the rest of the day, all of my load. A reminder of who owns this ass now.” I felt something strange press up against my ass and slide in rather unimpeded until my asshole suddenly clenched down around a particularly narrow portion. I suddenly understood what had just happened.

“This stays in place until the end of classes today. You will then return here to my office where I will remove it for you before practice. Should you even consider removing it between now and then just remember that I may have you pulled out of class again whenever I see fit to inspect to see if this buttplug is still in place. You don’t want to know what will happen if I find it missing.”

I was finally allowed to stand and dress, which I did quickly and without looking up.

“Now, get back to class Bradley, and I expect you to attend all of them. I need to know where to find you in case I decide I’m not done with you.”

“Yes deneme bonusu Professor.” I replied softly as I pulled my pants back up and left the room, all without raising my head. When I arrived back at my class, only a few students looked up as I slipped into the room and into a seat at the back of the class. I hoped that none of them noticed that I was sitting down very carefully.

All through my classes I was reminded of Prof. Hawthorne’s words by the pressure in my ass and the desperate need to push. It felt like I was being forced to hold in a massive bowel movement along with a sensation of sloshing inside of my ass but I knew that was just my imagination. I could hardly sit still for more than five minutes at a time and the only saving grace was that nobody seemed to notice or cared enough to ask why, not that I would have been able to answer honestly.

But I didn’t dare remove it, I didn’t even think about it. I actually tried to think of all this as little as possible and it was a good thing I’d kept it in because Prof. Hawthorne did indeed check to see if I was obeying his instructions. Over lunch I was located and once again escorted to his office where Prof. Hawthorne shoved his hand down the back of my pants and gave it a quick tug to confirm it was in place.

At the end of classes, I returned to Prof. Hawthorne’s office unescorted where he bent me over his desk again and removed the buttplug unceremoniously with one swift pull. There was no time to recover as I was pushed almost half-naked out of his office which I’m sure would look strange to anyone in the hall who happened to witness the scene. But the hall was empty with the end of classes and I quickly made my way to practice where I apologized to Coach Doonan for my tardiness by explaining that I had to drop by Prof. Hawthorne’s office to drop off an assignment. He wasn’t impressed but dismissed me with a nod and a reminder that I should be dropping assignments off before class.

During practice, I was finally able to relax. I didn’t know what it was about football but out on the field, I just felt completely at ease. The pain and discomfort from my ass was starting to diminish and my mind was able to slip away from all the stress of the past few days as I focused on running the plays and getting ready for the game we had coming up at the end of the week. Perhaps for the first time since this had all started, I was able to smile again as I took shelter in what was familiar to me. So it was because of this happy trance I was in that I didn’t think anything of it when Coach Doonan stuck his head into the locker room as I was heading for the shower.

“Andrews! Trainer’s office, now!”

“Sure thing Coach.”

Coach Doonan followed me closely as I went into the trainer’s room and closed the door behind us. I wasn’t thinking anything of it when he locked the door and pulled the curtain over the window, figuring that it was just some sort of physical. Maybe he wanted to be sure I was in peak condition before our next game.

“So I spoke with Prof. Hawthorne, seems you didn’t have any assignments to turn in.”

It was like a chill shot down my spine. Had he told him? No, there was no chance. If Prof. Hawthorne had told Coach Doonan what was going on, surely Coach would have taken appropriate action.

“I swear Coach, I had to drop by his office before practice.”

“Just like you were supposed to stop by before class? But you didn’t, did you?”

I turned to stare at Coach Doonan and he had an evil smirk on his face. That was when reality hit me. Coach not only knew, he was in on it. Suddenly all the feelings from Prof. Hawthorne’s office came rushing back to me and I felt even more vulnerable with only a towel to cover myself.

“I, was late.”

“That’s not very responsible of you Bradley. Not the kind of qualities I’m looking for in a first stringer. Did you think I wasn’t going to be a part of this Bradley? That you were just going to improve your mark and suddenly find yourself back on the field instead of on the bench?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“I’ll give you points for honesty, but that’s not going to get you back on the field Bradley. I think you know what it’s going to take to get you back on the field.” In one quick action, Coach had his shorts on the floor and his hard cock hanging in the air.

“Coach please, don’t make me do this.”

“I’m not making you do anything Bradley, you’re going to do this of your own free will. You are certainly welcome to head off to the showers, but I think you want to be on that field don’t you Bradley.”

“Yes Coach.”

“Good, now don’t disappoint me. Prof. Hawthorne spoke very highly of your oral talents. I’ll leave your ass to him, but I want to experience that mouth of yours.”

I stood and hesitated. Was this what it had come down to? Was I prepared to be used as a sex toy for two different men in order to play football? Would it be only two men? Maybe this was just between them, maybe there weren’t others. But if it had gone on for this long without them getting caught, could there be more?

“Need I remind you Bradley, when scouts come to check out future talent, I’m the one they come to first. Do you think they are going to want to hear about a player on the bench?”

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