School Days
Before we start, HINTY HINTY!! I tie another one of my stories, "Rape" into this ^_^
HOWEVER: it is only lightly tied in, using a few characters.
NOW FOR THE STORY OF DOOOOOOOOM!
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It was Monday, June 9th. I was in my dorm room, in a dinky second class college, wondering where my best bud, and bunk mate Jake had gone. Probably with Ellie, his total girlfriend. Looking at my crappy digital clock, passed down from every student in the school, I figured that the time was somewhere around nine or ten o' clock, in the morning, because the digital monitor read 4:38 PM. Well, Classes start at twelve, and a quick nap never changed anything, right? Damn this high school, it really gets on my nerves...Dingy hallways, messed up dorms, what could be next? I laid back on my plush mattress, and sighed. My spots, golden brown, shimmered in the sunlight - There could be no better place in the world for a cheetah...
I saw static. Like a television trying too hard to be perfect, I saw myself. Self - add an H, and you have shelf. Kindergarten images flashed before my eyes. Too good to be...pizza. Elvis introducing himself to the rabbits. I saw the Blue Screen Of Death, coming through my computer like....voices, pounding in my brainwaves, all in the sea of life.
"HOLY SHIT!" I exclaimed, jolting awake, "THAT WAS THE CRAZIEST FUCKING DREAM EVER!"
"Fucking Hell..." I muttered. Oh, shit - I'm late for class!"
I threw on some clothes, grabbed all the books I could hold, clenched a pencil in my teeth, and ran. Through the halls and corridors, around all the turns and bends, finally, to room 271. "And so that's how pi goes on forever." Said Mister Groningham, my math teacher.
His slick black jaguar body turning to face the door as I burst in, panting. I looked over my teacher, seeing his topless form, wearing nothing but sweat shorts. I then realized I wasn't just looking at my teacher - No way...I was actually checking him out! This couldn't be happening - I wasn't gay! "Ah, Tim - you finally come to join us." He said, "Now why don't you share with the class why you were absent the first half of the short time you're with me?"
I couldn't believe it. My teacher, the non-spazzy Mister Groningham, was embarrassing me in front of the class? Shit, this was insane, but I had to say..."I - I overslept."
The class burst into laughter at my statement, even the quietest kid in the class. I went down, somberly, to my seat. Damn Mister Groningham, damn this school, damn my life, damn it all to Hell! I opened my binder to a blank page, and started drawing a nude chick, a vixen, giving some random dog a blowjob. Frankly, I didn't give a shit about the Fibonacci Sequence, or 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, or any of that! My picture was actually very well detailed. the breasts hanging down, the dog on the large throne, like some kind of king...God, why couldn't my life be like this? I deserved it, didn't I? "And so your homework is on the board." Said Mr. Groningham. "Tim? I need to talk to you for a second."
While everyone else went off to their next class, I had to stick around...typical. I slinked forward, waiting for a blow that was sure to come. "Tim, I'm very disappointed in you." Said Mr. Groiningham.
"Oh, I'm so surprised." I said sarcastically, pronouncing every word individually.
"Well, I don't want to do this, but Tim, unless you get this homework done, I'm going to have to give you detention!" He said, his anger boiling as he tried to be nonchalant.
My simple answer was "Kay."
Next, came good old science class. Different class, same story, except Ellie tossed a paper airplane at Jake...In fact, every class was like this. I lay back and draw porn, while Jake and Ellie flirt. A feline and a vixen...what kind of mix is that...
Classes flew by a warp speed, until, before I knew it, I was back in my dorm, sitting on my bed, reading a note from Jake.
Dear Tim,
Guess what, dude, Ellie invited me out to her house! Too bad Jen's gonna be there, I was hoping to get in on some action. Whatever, dude, right? So, um, see you tomorrow. Let's hope I don't die, right? HA, that was a joke, by the way...
--Jake
'That was a joke?' What did he think I was, stupid? Him? Die? HA! I looked at what was supposed to be my homework, and sighed. Fuck it, I'd do it tomorrow. One night, and another dream later, this one involving sodomy, a hornet, and an apple tree (figure it out for yourself), I was in school.
Wait...
In school...?
The paper...
In math...
Shit.
I rushed down the hall, towards math class, about to tell Mr. Groningham how sorry I was, when I ran into Jen and Ellie, chattering amongst themselves. Odd, their faces looked pale...Did they turn...Goth? "Ellie has a corpse in her bedroom." Jen spontaneously said, then they both walked off.
Okay, that was odd. I entered the math room, to find it completely empty. I was wondering why, when Mr. Groningham burst through the door behind me. "Ah, Tim! There you are, here early to give me your homework, I suppose?" He said, getting up.
"Yeah," I said, scratching the back of my neck, "That's what I came to tell you about..."
"Oh," He said, "Well I guess I'll just have to have you come over later today for detention!" He said with a chipper smile.
Detention...Damn...This was gonna suck. The rest of the day proceeded strangely. Jake was nowhere to be seen, and Jen and Ellie were all gothy and messed-up. But Jake...Couldn't be sick...Otherwise, he'd be in the dorm, and I'd have seen him...Whatever, not something to worry about, I had my own problems.
By the time night rolled over, I figured I'd just go to my dorm, not detention, and suffer the consequences. I went to my bed, stripped, rolled under my covers, and slept.
I woke up, unable to move, completely naked on the cold, hard floor or my math classroom.Looking around as best I could, I saw my legs and arms were roped together, and a chain connected those ropes. I struggled for about five minutes. I looked like I was trapped in a scene from saw or something...Something all trippy like that. I wondered, did someone slip a drug into my drink? This couldn't be real! This was just all a scary dream I was about to wake up from.
"It's not a dream, Tim." Said a voice. I knew that voice from somewhere...I knew, that jaguar teacher of mine....Looks like I would serve detention after all...
"For your own sake, try not to struggle." He said, stepping out of the darkness, nude.
I never thought I'd say this about a guy, but...his cock was beautiful. It had veins running a criss-cross pattern all over, stretching from perfect black at the bottom, to a hazel color nearer the top of the shaft. And, like the cherry on the icing, A pink mushroom tip. Just thinking about it started making me hard, but I still believed firmly that I was not gay.
My teacher stuck a ball in my mouth, and told me to hold it there. He was holding a whip, so I whimpered and obliged. "Now, bend over." He said. I was on my side, so I did my best to get up, but to no avail. "I SAID BEND OVER, SLAVE!" He said, whipping my back. I screamed inside my gag, the spot where he whipped me hurting like fire.
I quickly propped myself up. "Good," He said, " Now bring up that tail of yours."
I brought up my tail in submission to my master...wait...master? Did I just think that? What was this ball made out of? Was it magic? Cursed, maybe? I didn't have time to think, because I felt my teacher's thick length entering my ass.
The stretch was fantastic - I'd never felt anything like it...However, I'd never stuck anything up my ass before. I had always wondered what this would feel like, but I always thought It would be quick, like a snap. Feeling the jaguar's sweat on my body, his immense length brushing my prostate making me moan in pleasure my dick beginning to grow. Finally, the jaguar pulled out. "I'm not satisfied." Said my teacher.
Makes sense - I thought - that only lasted like, three minutes, and you didn't even cum! What was I thinking? What the Hell? "Turn over." Said Mr. Groningham. "Wha..." The jaguar took out his whip, and struck me across the face. "I SAID SUCK ME OFF!"
I quickly flipped around, and put my lips around my teacher's immense length. "And no teeth," He said, "Any teeth, and you get the whip."
I finally managed, after some struggle, to get the full member of my teacher into my mouth. It was wonderful. A penis...In my mouth! I pulled out, and realized...To my horror and mild amusement, that while sucking my teacher's cock, The ball was pushed farther down my throat, and got farther down with every bob. Not knowing what to do, I did the only thing I could think of.
Sucking harder and harder, I managed to finally eject some pre from my teacher. "That's good, you're getting better." He said. I could only nod, while his image began to fade.
Feeling the veins and head with my tongue, my mouth hitting key muscles I had learned while masturbating, I managed to make my master groan. Wait...There it was again! I would have contemplated it, but my master's...teacher's cock was starting to convulse, and I knew he was about to cum.
Hot, sticky cum spurted out of his dickhole, being blocked from entering my stomach by the large ball lodged in my throat, I grew dizzy, and fell to the ground. Then I came, all over the floor.
At least the last thing I did was a pleasant one.