Hellish Words

Rescue

A:N/ so it's 2017 and I know not a single person is reading this anymore. I had deleted wattpad for a year and a half, but now I'm back baby ( with better grammar hopefully) I will not be rewriting anything and will just continue where I left off. So the first few chapters are a shitfest but hopefully you'll like my newer ones.

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The final few steps into the classroom were agony. My legs felt as if they were made of glass and would break at the slightest touch. All the while Mr.Johansson just smiled while looking down at me, his hand tightly gripping my shoulder. I was fucked. Figuratively and soon to be literally if my luck continued like it had been.
     The soreness from yesterday has not left. In fact it seems to be throbbing even more now as I think about another dick sliding in me.
     Mr.J steered me to the desk adjacent his and told me to take of my sweater. He was standing so close to me and I don't think I am capable of saying no. The second I removed it his hands were leaving scorching marks as his fingers played along my ribs. His sharp intake of breath made me shiver.

" Tony your body," a deep sigh "The things it does to me. Do you know how often I get hard in class just looking at you?"

     Knowing he would expect an answer I shook my head as I stood there trembling. He licked s path up my neck and that made the flood gates open and tears start streaming down my face. My tears only made him grow bolder as he put his hand under my shirt.

" You're so small, I always had a thing for the smaller boys. Could just squeeze and you'd disappear. "

     He was smiling at his joke while he loosened his tie. A head came down to kiss me and I jumped thinking back to Spencer this morning. If I just thought of that I think I could get through the whole ordeal and just go home. I had really been looking forward to seeing him again, but I guess that's what got me into this mess. How dumb am I?
      Outside I heard the last few sounds of the schools dismissal crowd leaving. Had it only been 5 minutes since I ran out of class? What class had that been? I am desperately trying to think of anything besides the mouth suckling at my chest. His tongue trailing down and circling my belly button. What the hell, why is this happening? The vile taste of vomit rises in me. I want to die.
     A knocking at the door breaks Mr.J's appreciation of my body. Cursing at being interrupted a second time he tells me to get under the desk. I do as I'm told to avoid further punishment. Seconds later he sits in the chair in front of me. My head face level with his leaking cock. I can see the wet stains even through his pants.
     Some art teacher or another walks in "just to chat". She stands to the side of the desk and I hear her heels clicking as she fidgets. They talk for a while and as she throws her head back and laughs deep from her belly, he takes the opportunity to undo his zipper. I am stunned as I look at his erection that hasn't flagged at all. The thought of me being under here must make him hard. Maybe the thought of being caught excites him.
     His hand tugs at mine and he forces me to pump at him. His smile never leaving and his head never turning away from the intruding woman. He had no foreskin and his cock head was flushed a dark pink, almost purple. With a couple more tugs he comes on my face without a sound. As if he makes boys give him secret under the desk hand-jobs all the time and has become well versed in the silent orgasm.
      Cum drops down my cheek a drop catching on my lips. I have never in my life wanted to puke as much as I did now. I thought I could sit here for a few minutes collecting myself when the woman finally leaves. Before dread can even set in properly he yanks me from my hiding spot.

"What a good boy Tony, making me cum. Your hands felt like heaven on my cock. Do you think you could do it again? With your mouth this time?"

     He sounded so excited to cum down my throat. My unbidden sobs  became louder in the quiet room. I'd have no choice other than get him off with my mouth and then probably my ass. His large hand came to push my down into my knees again, his cock once again hard at the thought of me.

"Come on Tony open your mouth don't be a fucking tease."

Shaking my head I refused. I just couldn't. The only thing that had been in my mouth was Spencer's tongue which had felt so good. Oh god what would Spencer think? I'm just used goods how could he look at me ho-
     A large smack reverberate around the room. I had taken to long and used up all of Mr.J's patience and he smacked me. In that exact moment the door once again banged open. I knew it wasn't a teacher because they would usually knock like the art teacher had. It should only be one person. Spencer had once again come to my rescue. I only looked up when I felt an absence of a man in front of me. Spencer was there. I had never felt so overjoyed.
     He pushed Mr.J to the ground and quickly helped me to my feet and rushed me out of the classroom. We went to the furthest bathroom from the hall and I sat down on the counter. Well it was more like he picked me up and oh so carefully placed me there. A tissue was rubbing at my face and only then did I remember the cum that was left there. My cheeks heated in embarrassment and before I could try and defend myself Spencer said something so ridiculous I almost laughed.

"Do you want to come live with me?"