Randy Mr. Taken

Everything okay here?

Andy shook his head, earning a short, pitting look from his neighbour before she continued to work on his work sheet.
Ryan's went from Andy's shoulder along his neck and under his shirt, softly kneading the student's tensed shoulder muscles.
Goosebumps showed on Andy's skin, he wanted to moan from the sweet yet teasing pleasure.

But the hand disappeared before anything embarrassing could happen.
Mr. Beaumont bent over the student and studied the work sheet, then nodded knowingly.
But the teacher had more important things in mind than helping Andy with the math exercises. He wanted to increase another problem.
He started talking quietly, explaining the task in different words and while Andy was caught up in the sounds of his voice, his hand was quick to lay on the student's crotch.

"Hmmm", Andy moaned through his quickly closed lips.
Mr. Beaumont's continued his journey on Andy's crotch, now kneading the bulge.
"How is it here? Everything okay down here?", he whispered, his lips brushing over the student's ear who still had his headphones in.
Andy nodded, his full body tensed and trying not to make any noise.
"That's great", Mr. Beaumont continued still with a low voice, "Then you won't mind taking these headphones out again, won't you, Andy?"
The student jumped a little, he hadn't got used to his name on his teacher's lips yet.
He reached to remove the headphones, but Ryan's deft fingers were quicker.
"You'll survive the last ten minutes without music. I promise, I'll give you some other distraction instead."
With these words the teacher left Andy who was internally whimpering by now. He knew exactly what was coming.
As promised, the vibration of the plug went another step higher, making the last minutes of math class pure torture for the inattentive student.

When the bell finally rang, every student hurried to pack their stuff into their bags and get to lunch. Andy knew, he wanted and had to stay longer, so he didn't join their excitement.
As soon as the last class mate was out the door and the door was closed, Andy groaned long and loud. Every single cell in his body had concentrated on not making a sound, not attracting attention.

"Well, Mr. Fowler, the lesson is over and I think I didn't give you detention, so you're free to go. Unless you want it of course...", Mr. Beaumont states from the front of the room.
He was buried in his paper work.
"Well...", Andy panted, "I didn't go through all the teasing for nothing, did I?"
He groaned as another wave of pleasure rushed through his body, shaking him.

"Then come to the front and take your work sheet and pencil with you please.", the teacher's voice was calm and professional.

Andy followed the request and pulled a face at every step. His anus was enough prepared now, his only desire right now was to be fucked by Ryan.
Named one had meanwhile stood up and awaited him like a parent their child after a class trip in middle school, although the dirty sneer on his face made it very clear, there was no "welcome back"-party in sight.
His student looked so hot, already half wrecked by the sex toy - his sex toy - inside of him, fully under his control.
Andy put his work sheet on one of the tables in the first row and was about to sit next to it, when Ryan found his voice again. He cleared his throat to get the boy's attention, then formed a clear thought.

"Come here first. I think, your toy isn't quite in the right place."

Andy strolled towards him, his look pinned to the ground. So wonderfully submissive...
The last feet of his way, Mr. Beaumont met him and caught him in his arms. There was still some strength left in the student and Ryan knew he had to change that in order for Andy to actually learn his lesson.
Without hesitation, his hand disappeared in the younger ones trouser, finding his hole and adjusting the still vibrating plug.

"Ahh...God, Ryan, you're such a perfectionist.", Andy managed to breathe out before the toy continued to stimulate his prostate.

Back on the table in the front row, his hand disappeared in his pants. He couldn't hold it back any longer and began to stroke his cock.