Pulchritudinous • Ryden

¥ Chapter Seven ¥

{{ Chapter Seven - Lacuna }}

Trigger Warning: Coercion does take place in this chapter, there may be unpleasant smut. I will mark the beginning of the unpleasant smut scene with an emoji, and end it with that same emoji so that you can skip the scene.

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Brendon slowed his pace while walking down the smooth cold hallway, moving towards Mr. Paxton's classroom. Period seven had ended 5 minutes ago, which was around the time Brendon had left Paxton's classroom to puke in the boys public bathroom across the school. Brendon was nervous, uneasy, and unsure. He really needed this A, he felt the need to not only prove to himself that he was a good student, but also because he knew he wanted to show his parents he was a good kid.

Paxton was always a prick, Brendon was aware of that, but whatever Paxton wanted Brendon to do couldn't be that bad, could it?

Brendon finally reached the room number, taking a deep breath. He pushed the door open, revealing Paxton sitting in front of his messy desk of dirty papers filled with words of lesser meaning and graphite. The much older man turned his attention towards the nervous boy.

"Ah! Brendon, just the man I've been wanting to see!" Paxton said with a smile, moving his left arm over the back of his wheely chair.

Brendon nodded, moving to where his stuff sat underneath the front row desk. He sat down, clearing his throat, "So, Paxton-"

"What did I say? Just call me Asa. It's after school hours, don't worry about formality." Paxton interrupted with a somewhat charming smile.

"Right." Brendon stated slowly. "So. I've decided that I really do want to turn that D into an A. I really need that grade, and I've made my decision."

Paxton took a deep breath with a smile, standing up and straightening out his jacket. He had this sudden cocky aroma to himself as he walked closer to the 17-year-old, circling around him as if he was some sort of prey.

Brendon could feel anxiety crawling inside his stomach, his fight or flight response ready to kick in at any moment. Something wasn't right, and he could feel it all the way down to his bones.

"It's a yes, then?" Paxton questioned, continuing to circle around his student with a smirk and his hands clasped together behind his back.

"Yeah." The younger boy squeaked out, almost unsure, feeling timid.

Paxton nodded with a pleased smile, "Wonderful, you're a good boy, Brendon. Before we begin, I want you to address me as Mister, nothing else. Is that understood?"

Brendon's eyebrows folded as he nodded his head slowly. He wasn't exactly stupid, he knew he was getting into something that wasn't under typical guidelines, but he didn't think of it to be as bad as it was starting to sound.

"Speak as a response. Don't just nod."

"Yes," Brendon paused, choking down his feeling of complete disgusting shame for himself, "Mister."

Paxton let out a pleased sigh to then hurry over to the classroom door, locking it and pulling the blinds down, "Let's begin then."

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The teacher began to un-tuck his light yellow dress shirt from his ugly brown khakis, unbuttoning the cloth of the shirt from the bottom to the top, revealing his seemingly recently shaved chest. He pulled it completely off his body, showing off his average body shape, "You see, what's going to happen here, is that I will be fucking you over my desk. I want you to make sound, like the whore you are. I want you to listen, obey, and do as I say. After you fulfill my request, or at least until I cum inside you, I will give you back your A. Can you comprehend that, my little puppy?"