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Trey blinked himself awake, his head aching.
He looked down at himself and saw that he was in the same set of clothes as he was in last night.
It would be a normal morning for him, if not for the fact that he woke up in someone's basement. A basement so dark it could rival a haunted house, a basement so wet it could rival his bathroom, a basement so lonely and isolating it could rival his social life. Underneath him was a soft mattress, but all he could focus on was getting the fuck out of here and the soft sounds of water dropping somewhere. As he got up, his legs began to wobble slightly, forcing him to take careful steps towards the piercing sunlight that tried its best to shine through the darkness.
“Ack!”
Without a warning, the pressure around his throat tightened and threw him on the ground. His fingers reached up for his neck, only to press up against cold metal with some of it coated in rough flakey texture. Looking down, he discovered a collar around his neck. A collar.
"Ah… AH! Someone help!" Trey cried out, getting back up. "Please!"
He knew it was no use, but he wanted to cry out anyway.
The attempts to unchain himself from the firm pipe was futile, as his heart began pounding faster. The chains just wouldn’t budge, wouldn’t snap, wouldn’t show signs of breaking.
What the hell was happening?
He sat back down against the pipe, thinking of another escape plan. The last thing he could recall, was him getting into his history teacher, Mr. Morris', car after getting kicked out of his Dad's house. Yet, the last thing he could recall with his aching head was his throat getting squeezed until he blacked out. He couldn’t even scream. Cry. Anything.
"I see you're awake." A low voice broke the silence as the sound of the light switch echoed through the grimy basement.
With the lights on, he was able to see the surroundings more clearer, with the basement looking cleaner than he had imagined. But that wasn't his focus right now, his focus was on why he was chained to a pipe, why Mr. Morris is here right now, why he expected him to be awake.
Mr. Morris was standing near the stairs in his usual outfit, a striped shirt with a dark blue jacket as the outside layer and his dark, long pants. Being a conventionally handsome man in his thirties with a clean appearance, it wasn’t surprising he was popular among the students. Despite his popularity in the school, however, he had never been one to brag. One could say he was relatively humble. With a click, he opened his camera’s monitor and placed it on a chair in the corner before walking to the freshman.
"Mr. Morris! What- what’s going on? Please!" He got up from the pipe, his lips quivering only for the older guy to smirk.
"Oh, Trey, Trey. Do you really not get why you’re here?" Mr. Morris chuckled, “Always a stupid child you were.”
"M-Mr. Morris. What's going on?" He backed himself into the stony wall, not enjoying the teacher’s tone, only for the history teacher to grab him by his collar and throw him roughly on the mattress. "Uff! M-Mr…!"
"Call me sir." Mr. Morris began unbuttoning his pants and unzipping it. "I'm no longer your teacher from now on."
His heart was pounding like crazy by the second, as his sweat began pouring down in waves. The situation was starting to dawn unto him slowly, as he backed away from his teacher on his mattress, crawling backwards.
"No- please, sir! Don’t do it- please, let me go!”
"I'll sum it up easily for your retarded brain. You'll be my slave from now on, okay?" He pulled out his long cock and had a longing expression on his eyes, as if he had been waiting all of his life for this moment. Mr. Morris took off his tie and sat down on the mattress by his knee, leering at the boy who had backed himself into a literal corner. "Take off your clothes."
Trey's words were struggling to even come out and his brain was wracked.
Will this be how he dies? Raped and murdered by his teacher who everyone trusted? Will he even be discovered?
"P-please, don't kill me. I don't... I don't wanna…!” He brought up both of his hands as if to beg his own teacher for mercy. Trey couldn't even finish his sentence, nor could he fathom the possibility of dying by his teacher's hands. His own words were caught in his shaking throat.
"Take off your clothes, this is your last demand."
Trey sat straight back up and started unbuttoning his shirt fast. He had never felt this pathetic and weak in his life. Despite being kicked around and getting his head dunked in the toilet by a group of bullies, he had always managed to stand strong because school was the only place he could escape his family. As soon as his shirt's buttons were all undone, he took it out to reveal a slightly sculpted chest with some fresh bruises over his stomach. He began to choke up, yet the tears weren't coming out.
"Good boy, I just knew you would obey. You were always my best student because of that." Mr. Morris' hand reached for Trey's soft hair and began patting him.
Trey’s eyes widened as he continued to put his head down, his chest feeling a sense of warmth at the worst time and place. He didn’t dare look back up at the man with the shame he was feeling right now. Feeling this for someone who is about to keep you in his basement doesn’t make for a good situation.
"Now, take off your pants."
And so, he obeyed. He unbuttoned his pants, but found his fingers refusing to pull down his boxers, keeping them hooked on the waistband.
“Well?”
"M-Mr. Morris, what time is it..?" Even though his question was innocent, he was met with a quick slap, causing his cheek to sting and his eyes to water. "I’m soso sorry, sir! I only meant to ask what time it was!"
"It's just an hour before school begins, which is why I came here to relax."
It wouldn't be a relaxing activity for Trey, who was scared and unsettled by how happy Mr. Morris looked. It was as really as if he had achieved his lifelong dream, and he did. Ever since Trey entered freshman year, his teacher had always had his eyes on him but he had tried his best to suppress it for his own reputation.
“Now, take off your pants. Or should I force them off you instead? Is that what you’d like?”
“Nono- I’ll do it myself, sir.” He swiftly pulled off his boxers that second, his entire body relieved from being freed of his layers in the hot basement, yet his face was burning. It was his first time naked in front of a person, let alone a man. "S-sir, don't you have a girlfriend?" Trey stuttered, trying to reason with an immovable force, "I don't get why you would w-want me."
"Who told you that?" He had a deep chuckle and made sure to lick his fingers, pulling them out of his mouth with a string of saliva connecting them. The way Mr. Morris looked at Trey while he did that, was strangely seductive– at least, he thought it was meant to be. "This is going to hurt, but you'll learn to enjoy it soon."
"S-soon? What does that mean?" His heart did a terrible lurch. He already had a feeling what was going to come.
"What I mean, you dumb slut.” Mr. Morris gripped a fistful of the boy’s hair, forcing him to look up at his eyes as Trey sucked in his breath, his eyes watering. “Is that you'll be here as long as I want. Now, lay down and spread your legs like a good boy." Releasing his grip on him, Trey made sure to lay down swiftly on the mattress and spread his legs. He wasn't planning on losing his virginity this way, but what other choice does he have? Fight back and get worse treatment? He might be slightly stronger than an average teenage boy but this was a strong adult man.
Would he even be believed if he escaped his basement? That his tall, handsome, charming teacher was a secret pervert who chained him in his basement? He could already imagine the mocking stares he would get from the school's popular girls. There was a part of him that was internally amused at still being worried about being bullied when he would take that rather than being kidnapped.
Trey moaned softly when Mr. Morris began to slid one finger inside him, not even bothering to check on him or go slowly. "S-sir... go slow."
Another slap came, and both of his cheeks were stinging once more, this time his tears didn't resist holding back anymore, rolling down his cheeks.
"You shouldn't be demanding anything from me. Remember who's in charge." As if to spite the younger boy, he began to add a second and third finger in his swift thrusts, causing the boy's moans turn to agonising yells slowly.
His cock only leaked even more at the thought of ravishing this boy, he had been suppressing his desires for far too long for his moral compass to be swayed by this boy's pathetic crying and whining. Incomprehensible yells and cries were coming from Trey, he didn't dare demand anymore in fear of worse consequences but he couldn't control himself from squirming. This only made his history teacher even more turned on.
"Cry all you want, don't worry. I soundproofed this basement."
All Trey could think about was how free the teacher was to do anything to him with no one alerted, or how he should've noticed the signs where he was eyeing him in class. Yet, there were no signs, he hid his desires well. He wasn't called up more than usual, he wasn't ever called to meet after class, nor was he ever touched by him.
Spitting on his gaping but still tight hole, Mr. Morris gripped his cock and began to push just the tip inside of him. Trey’s yells turned into muffled screams, forcing his own arm on his mouth to not make a noise but he couldn’t stop himself from reacting. Once he was sure he was inside, he began to pump into him in a rapid manner. "Oh god, Trey! I've been waiting for this moment my entire life."
"Stop.. please stop, sir, it hurts!" Trey whined, his tears rolling down his cheeks, only to get slapped again. He was very sure he was being torn apart inside– or at least it sure felt like that, like being split apart purely by Mr. Morris’ very huge manhood.
Mr. Morris propped up Trey’s legs over his shoulder and continued thrusting savagely into him. No amount of jerking off to pictures or videos of this guy will be the same as fucking the real thing. He looked down at the boy's wretched expression, revelling in how he got to deal with his frustration over this boy's misgivings in class by punishing him this way. Whether he got a question wrong, missed his homework, or how he just wouldn't notice how the teacher had lusted him ever since he saw him, every thrust into his ass was like retribution.
As the other boy used his hand to cover his teary eyes, the older guy pushed it away and thrusted even faster, feeling closer to his release. Trey's screams and cries were not for naught, as Mr. Morris got harder hearing them.
"I want to see your face. I want to see it- oh, fuck- I want to see your face looking up at me."
He could die in this moment, or even go to jail happy for the rest of his life. His motivation to ruin Trey over and over would cause him to break out anyways, not like he'd care or even go to jail in the first place.
In a gasp of release, he shot many strings of hot cum inside of him, even he himself was shocked by how good of an orgasm he got and how much he came. It was a strange feeling and scent, one that he didn’t expect to experience with his history teacher. As the man pulled his now limp cock out of him, Trey found himself thinking back to the special sex ed class he took in school. Something about STDs, but he couldn’t bother worrying about that now. He was brought out of his imagination once Mr. Morris began wrapping his hand around his cock and began to move up and down on it.
"You're such a fucking pervert. Who knew you enjoyed getting fucked by your teacher?" He then leaned closer to him, their lips almost meeting as he continued to jerk him off. "Is this what you wanted all along?"
"N-no…! Not what I wanted…” He whimpered, exhausted with his dried tears all over his cheeks and a handful of semen inside his gaping asshole.
“You always lie. You took my cock in like a good cockslut, and now you’re so close to cumming just with my hand.”
Not soon after, he himself cried out as his cock began shooting cum over his naked body and Mr. Morris' hand even when he tried his best to resist the orgasm. The teacher gazed at the student with the same longing desire as he licked his cum off his hand, his eyes glazing over his body covered in fluids– from cum to tears and sweat.
"You're so sweet." He stood back up and pulled back his sleeves to read the time on his watch. "We've been having fun for too long, so I have to get to school now. Clean yourself up at the basement bathroom."
Trey had no motivation, he just wanted to lay down on his mattress and sleep the aching pain all over his body away. As Mr. Morris zipped up his pants and wore his tie, he bent back down and put his hand through Trey's hair. He gripped it tightly and pulled his lips closer to him, kissing him deeply. The older guy was kissing him like there was no tomorrow, pulling away with a string of saliva connecting their lips. He picked up his camera in the corner of the basement. Smirking, he pressed on a button and Trey's cries and the older guy's taunts were replaying on the camera.
"Don't worry, this is a secret between us. I won't show it to anyone."
As he closed his camera, he began to walk back up the basement stairs, with his last echoing steps being the only sounds to accompany Trey in his aching isolation.