Mr. Lancaster
Welcome to Knoxville High School.
We're a decent school with decent staff and decent students.
I'm a teacher here.
My claim to fame? Hugs. Lots of hugs to everyone.
Other teachers, students, and even visiting parents.
I'm known as a cuddle whore.
I like it. It's what I am. I'm not ashamed.
Mr. Lancaster is the name and hugging is my game.
Open your arms and I'll be in them in a second.
I'm nice. I'll never yell nor scream nor shout.
Even to my students in my math classes.
Though they can be rowdy at times. Aren't we all?
I can be rowdy myself, just in a different way.
I get an hour break every day during 5th period.
Other teachers go to the lounge with me.
We hang out, talk, play games, talk about our schedules
Normal teacher stuff.
That is, when I'm not being a bad leopard.
This is the 21st century; people get so worked up that it's almost normal.
I'm one of those people. But I'm bad. Naughty, even.
One of my friends on the staff particularly likes me.
Mr. Stevenson has nice stripes. Tigers; they're so cute.
He likes to buy me lunch sometimes in exchange for the best thing in the world.
He can be controlling. I love it.
He holds my wrists as he shows displays his power.
I always whimper. I always shout. But no matter how loud, I love it.
Almost as much as I love hugs.
I'm filled like a balloon if a balloon took liquid instead of gas.
Then the bliss comes. The oh-so-sweet bliss.
I get cuddles after that.
The best part is that it isn't just Stevenson.
I sometimes let the other male teachers tell me what to do.
(I'm gay, by the way. Very, very, very gay.)
Every day, I'm pulled into the lounge for free kisses
Then the controlling begins.
I'm pushed to my knees
I'm bent over tables.
Next thing you know I'm getting arms wrapped around me in a caring hug.
I love it all. I want it all.
I like being a balloon, filled to the max.
I won't pop. I promise.
Thrust all you want, I will never burst nor break down. But i will moan like a bitch.