"I've had it with those fucking seniors," Cole grumbles as he struggles with the chains binding him bent over the pommel horse in the equipment room. The gray eyed platinum blonde was walking out of the showers after PE only to be jumped by two seniors and hauled off to the equipment room just down the hall from the locker room. The seniors have had their leering eyes on him since the first day of class and there had been numerous times he's had to defend himself. The last time saw the three of them in the infirmary and detention following. After that, the seniors had backed off, or so Cole thought. They would still give lewd compliments when he had to walk by them and their PE teacher would reprimand them reminding them of what happened last time they messed with the junior. Today they had a substitute.

Cole shivers as his body registers the coolness of the room. He looks ahead at the bars of the ball gate wishing he were close enough to lean his head against. He also wishes he had clothes on. The seniors stripped him of his towel early on in the tussle.

"Those fuckers are so dead," Cole grumbles again. He then realizes that he’s the only person in the equipment room. 'Where the hell did they go?' he thinks.


Kevin Randal stood there quietly watching Cole struggle with the chains holding him to the pommel horse. He wore a huge smile when he was asked to substitute for the PE teacher's last class. He wanted to see Cole Lennon in action. Today was rugby day and he enjoyed watching Cole and the other students get down and dirty on the field. He also noticed that two students were going out of their way to bother his second period art student. They were groping him every chance they got. 'Looks like Cole has some admirers.' the art teacher thought. He was told about some student squabbling but paid it no mind. It came back to him when the two students walked by him at the end of class talking about using the equipment room. The teacher followed the students after they captured their prey and once they had Cole chained to the pommel horse he quietly let them know they were caught. The teens quickly left Cole to his devices.

The art teacher eyed the junior deftly. Cole's tanned body held no tan marks, to his liking. One set of chains were intertwined around and between his arms and looped through the handles of the pommel horse. He nods as he noted the two aggressors left Cole with little room to move his upper body. Two more sets of chains were keeping his lean muscular legs spread, leaving the teen open for the plundering. He licks his lips at the sight of the teen's still damp skin chilled by the room. Kevin takes a step towards this delicious treat.

Cole turns his head at the sound of footsteps, "Who's there?" he asks. The steps come closer and soon Cole feels the person standing behind him.

"This is quite a situation you've gotten yourself into Cole," Kevin says.

"Mr. Randal?" Cole says, relief flooding him knowing that it wasn't the seniors. The relief is short lived when Cole feels his teacher's hand on the small of his back, his pinky moving at the start of his ass cheek.

"Now Cole, you know I don't like being called Mr. Randal," Kevin says.

"Can you get me out of these chains Kevin?"

"I will."

"Thanks."

"After I give you your punishment."

"What punishment? I haven't done a damn thing!"

Cole soon feels the sting of Kevin's hand on his ass.

"What the fuck?"

More slaps.

"Stop spanking me! I'm not some damn kid!"

Kevin continued to rain blows on Cole's tight ass turning it a nice shade of red. After a minute of tanning Cole's hide, Kevin ceases. He takes a step back to admire his work and notices the long thick cock dripping between his student's legs. Kevin steps back to the bound teen and leans over the side of the horse to get a look at Cole.

"You're just as fucked up as they are," Cole hisses. Kevin laughs.

"I take it you're not used to being the bottom?"

"I'm not some bitch now get me off this fuckin' thing!"

Kevin pats his ass lovingly. Cole jerks at the light touch on his stinging rear, "Admit it Cole. You liked it."

"Fuck you."

Kevin leans in close to the junior, "I believe you mean fuck me."

Cole starts struggling against his bonds again and Kevin smiles. He stands back up and delivers a sharp blow to Cole's ass.

"Stop hitting me!"

"Stop liking it," Kevin replies as he steps behind Cole and takes hold of his hard twitching cock. Cole stops moving once he feels the art teacher's hand close around his cock. Kevin gives his ass a few more hits then strokes the teen's cock, earning him a tight-lipped moan.


Cole squeezes his eyes shut. Kevin is right, he is liking this. Much more than he thought he ever would. He didn't want to give in to his teacher, but the fact that he got hard from being spanked tells him otherwise.

"Just admit that it feels good Cole," his teacher says before blowing over the teen's hot ass. He strokes his student slower, smiling when Cole tried to thrust into his hand, "If you do that, I'll get you off. I know you're probably hurting by now."

The throbbing is indeed painful and Kevin wasn't helping any with his slow strokes and light grip. Cole bows his head. He needs release, "Fine..."

"What was that?" Kevin says, his fingers playing at his entrance.

"I...Ilikeit..." Cole mumbles, "Ow!" Another sharp slap.

"I can't hear you Cole."

"I said I like it! There are you fuckin' happy you arrogant bastard!"

Kevin leans down and lightly kisses Cole's ass, "Very," Kevin looks around and spots a tub of lube the two students left behind in their haste. He walks over and picks it up. Walking back over to Cole he puts some on his fingers then parts Cole's cherry cheeks a bit and pushes two fingers inside.

"What the fuck!" Cole says at the invasion. Kevin holds his fingers inside a moment before opening and closing them.

"I'm still going to fuck you Cole."

"Bastard."

"Yes, you've already said that," Kevin says and adds another finger.

"Take it easy at least," Cole says grimacing at the added intruder.

"Aw, I bet you're all nice and gentle with your partners," Kevin says leaning over Cole.

"Yes...ouch....I am. Fuck, can't you take you time? It's not like I'm going anywhere."

"Maybe another time. Now I want to fuck you before I set you free."

Cole huffs, "There's not going to be another time."

"We'll see," Kevin answers removing his fingers and replacing them with the head of his swollen cock at the teen's hole. He spreads Cole's cheeks and pushes inside. Cole automatically clenches at the invasion, "Relax Cole. You should know the routine."

"Fuck...you..."

"...No, but I'm gonna fuck you," Kevin replies and pushes in until he's balls deep.

"...Damn....it....Kev....in...."

Kevin leans over Cole and brushes his hair to the side and kisses the back of his neck, "Stop fighting me Cole," Kevin feels him let up on his massive length and he starts out slowly, getting Cole used to his cock inside him. That lasts for a short time as Kevin is soon pounding into the youth, his balls smacking against Cole and his hands bruising at his hips, Cole moaning as Kevin pummels his spot. Kevin reaches around and takes hold of Cole's neglected cock and gives the platinum blonde what he wants. He groans as Cole squeezes him tight as the teen shoots his cream on to the concrete floor and Kevin inside Cole's hot tunnel. Kevin braces himself against the pommel horse as he catches his breath, Cole sagging against the piece of gymnastics equipment.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it Cole," Kevin pants.

"Just...get the fuck out of me already," Cole responds. Kevin chuckles and removes himself from his student. He gives Cole's ass a gentle pat before tucking himself back in and reaching into his pants pocket and pulls out the keys to the padlocks holding down the irritated teen.

"You're a bastard, you know that."

Kevin smiles then turns and heads for the door.

"Hey!"

Kevin stops and turns around.

"Let me borrow your shirt 'til I get to the locker room."

"Only if you let me fuck you again."

"......"

Kevin turns back around.

"...Fine..."

The teacher smiles and starts unbuttoning his shirt.

"No chains next time. Got it?"

"That's fine," he answers removing his shirt and handing it to Cole as he comes to stand beside him. Cole takes the shirt and slips it on and Kevin's fingers swiftly button the garment. He looks into the teen's gray eyes then plants a quick kiss on his lips, "I'm more partial to silk ropes anyway."

"...Bastard."