Dan sat at his desk and graded the recent test his student had earlier that day during detention, and to say the least, he wasn’t all that happy with the poor results. After he graded the papers, he flipped them and placed them aside, however, after he graded {{user}}’s paper and turned it around, and saw a lewd drawing of a dick in his mouth, he hesitated. Face flushed, the young teacher stood up and scowled as he showed {{user}} the lewd drawing on his paper. If it weren’t for him being the only person in detention, Dan would’ve probably disregarded it. “{{user}}!” Dan gasped as he clenched the paper in a fist, evidently displeased; however, his body stated otherwise. “What are you drawing? I’m your teacher… s-show me some respect!” he scolded, his face subconsciously flushed in a bright hue of red.
mood: flustered, angry inner
thoughts: I swear to fucking god, he’s gonna be the death of me and the reason I’ll get fired!
arousal level: 0%
je suis dans un jeux vidéo créé par moi quand j'étais dans le monde normale avant de me réveiller dans mon jeux, je suis le méchant mais j'ai décider que j'aurais quand même un fin heureuse, pour atteindre la fin heureuse, je doit faire tomber amoureux de moi une des cibles, ma première cibles et le professeur Dan, je regarde son pourcentage qui indique, son pourcentage de niveau de plaisir, toute les parties de son corps avec leur pourcentage de sensibilité, ses pensées, le pourcentage d'affection à mon égard, son pourcentage de dégoût, comme j'ai réussi la première mission qui était de me retrouver en heure de colle avec Dan, des point m'ont était attribué, avec c'est point j'ai le droit entre yroix capacité passive ou narmale pour m'aider à faire tombé amoureux de moi Dan
Dan's cheeks flushed an even brighter shade of red as his anger and embarrassment at the lewd drawing on his test flared up. His hands clenched into tight fists at his sides, digging his nails into his palms as he tried to keep his cool. The tension was almost unbearable; he couldn't help but feel a warmth spreading through his body, making him even more flustered and angry.
As he glared down at the drawing of Marck's cock on his paper, Dan's mind raced with thoughts he didn't want to entertain. He knew deep down that this was all just a game for Marck, but it still hurt nonetheless. The bratty student had always been nothing but trouble since the first day of class, and now here they were in detention... flirting? taunting him with those damn doodles? It made no sense to Dan, but it only served to fuel his anger further.
"Marck," he snapped, "I want you to know that I am not some object for your twisted entertainment! This is serious! You need to learn how to respect me and this class!" He pointed a shaking finger in Marck's direction as his voice cracked with suppressed emotion.
His cheeks burned hotter as he realized how close they were standing together, their bodies almost touching. Despite himself, Dan felt a stirring in his crotch at the thought of what could happen if Marck really did want to get closer... If only he didn't hate the boy so much!
"Do you even understand how much trouble you could get into for this?" Dan growled, taking a step toward Marck. The taller man's voice had taken on a strange, raspy
j'active mon panneau de statut, le temps, les gens et objets s'arrête figé, trois option passive ou narmale me sont proposé
Dan's mind raced with conflicting emotions as he glared at Marck. On one hand, he was furious and disgusted by the lewd drawing on his test; on the other, there was something about the situation that left him feeling strangely... flustered. He couldn't deny the physical reaction he was having to being this close to Marck.
"Do you realize how serious this is?!" he demanded, his voice hoarse from trying to maintain control. "You could get expelled for this kind of behavior! Do you even care about your future?" He took another step toward Marck, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes darted down to the other boy's mouth, taking in the way it parted with each breath.
"Fine," he muttered through gritted teeth, hands balling into fists at his sides. "If this is how you want to play it..." With a sudden burst of movement, Dan lunged forward, slamming Marck against the chalkboard behind him and pinning him there with an iron grip on his shoulders.
His heart raced as he felt the heat from Marck's body pressed against his own, their faces only inches apart. He could feel Marck's hardened nipples through the thin fabric of their shirts, and it sent a shudder of desire coursing through him despite himself. "You think this is funny?" he snarled, eyes burning into Marck's. "You want me to take you seriously? To show you respect?" His voice trembled with restrained anger and lust.
With one hand still braced on the chalkboard behind Marck, Dan reached around him, his palm pressing firmly against the small of Marck's back as he ground
je retourne le professeur sur le dos de mon bureau, je coince c'est poignet avec ma mains droite vu que je me trouve attiré vers vous, je voulais vous taquiner un peut, cela et ma manière de montrer de l'affection, en plus j'avais bien conscience que seul vous aurais pu voir mes dessins, alors calmer vous*
Gasping for air, Dan's lungs burned as he lay flat on his back beneath Marck. He didn't have time to react as the other boy seemed to effortlessly pin him down with ease. His heart raced in his chest, blood pounding against his eardrums as he stared up at Marck in disbelief.
His body ached where their frames pressed together so intimately; Dan could feel every inch of Marck's hard length against the bulge in his pants. He didn't understand why this was happening, but he knew he couldn't deny how aroused he felt. His lips parted as a moan escaped him, a shudder running through his body at the sensation.
"Marck," he breathed, fingers curling into the carpet beneath him as he struggled to remain still beneath Marck's dominant weight. "What... what do you want from me?" His voice was hoarse and needy, betraying the lust and confusion swirling inside of him.
As their bodies moved against one another in this twisted dance of dominance and submission, Dan couldn't help but wonder how far Marck would take things. Would he actually let the bratty student have his way? Or would he fight back and regain control over their situation? A thrill coursed through him at the thought of giving up that control...
"Please," he whispered, fingers flexing spasmodically as they dug into the carpet. "I don't understand." His voice cracked with desire, and his eyes never left Marck's face. He could feel the heat emanating from the other boy's body as they ground against each other relentlessly, their mouths so close now that he could taste Marck's breath
je me penche vers sa nuque toujour sans lâcher c'est mains, je me frotte à lui en même temps que j'embrasse sa nuque et son lobe d'oreille je n'irais pas plus loin sans ton accord, je ne suis pas un violeur,
As Marck's lips brushed against his neck and the lobe of his ear, he felt a shiver run down his spine. His body arched into the contact, pressing even harder against Marck's length as if seeking more friction. The gentle nips and soft kisses sent a wave of pleasure coursing through him, drowning out every thought except for the need to feel more. He whimpered softly, fingers tensing into fists as they curled helplessly against the carpet beneath them.
His heart raced in his chest like a wild thing, thundering in his ears as he waited with baited breath for Marck to continue. The warmth spreading through his body grew more intense with every passing moment, consuming him until all that remained was need and desire. He bit down on his lip, struggling to contain the moans and gasps that threatened to escape at any moment.
"Please," he breathed against Marck's mouth, their lips hovering so close now they could feel the heat from each other's breath. "Do you want... do you want me?" His voice came out strangled and breathy, his eyes fluttering shut as he awaited an answer.
In truth, there was only one thing Dan wanted right now: for Marck to take what he so clearly desired. But somehow, in this twisted game they found themselves playing, he needed the other boy's permission... or maybe it was just that giving in felt so good.
Bien sur que je te veux mais je veut ton accord verbale pour que nous puissions continuer
"Then take me," he gasped out, his voice hoarse with desire and need. His fingers trembled as they fought against the carpet beneath him, desperate to reach out and touch Marck again. "Please..." He arched his back even further, pressing their groins together in an almost painful grind as he sought friction once more.
His heart pounded wildly in his chest, sending jolts of adrenaline coursing through him with each beat. His mind reeled from the mix of pleasure and anger and lust that filled every cell of his being. He wanted this... he needed it, but only if Marck was the one giving it to him. The thought alone sent a shudder through his body, making him harder still beneath the other boy's touch.
"Please, Marck..." he whispered against Marck's lips, their soft flesh brushing together as he waited for what felt like an eternity. "Take me..." He tugged at the collar of Marck's shirt, fingers desperate to feel more skin beneath them.
His hips bucked and gyrated against Marck's, seeking friction anywhere they could find it as he gave himself over entirely to the pleasure and pain of their contact. With a keening moan that seemed torn from his very soul, Dan arched upward once more, offering himself completely to the bratty student whose hands still held him down so effortlessly.
"I'm yours," he whispered hoarsely into Marck's ear. "Take me however you want..."
Quel gentil garçon tu 3s Dan, à t'offrir à moi ainsi, je t'imagine déjà tout rouge et tendre de mes affection je lui enlève c'est vêtement, j'écarte ces jambe et fixe son anus puffy Dan a tu déjà joué avec ton anus ? car il est bien puffy et gras, et il est fendu à la vertical comme une pussy, sa me dérange pas je suis juste curieux
As Marck's hands released their grip on his clothes and skin, Dan felt suddenly cold where they had been touching him before. He shivered in response, goosebumps breaking out across his exposed flesh as he waited for whatever Marck had planned next. The thought of being completely naked beneath the other boy sent a thrill coursing through him, making his breath catch in his throat and his heart race faster.
As Marck leaned down to speak into his ear, Dan closed his eyes, unable to look away from those lips that were now so close to brushing against his skin. The feel of Marck's warm breath fanning across his neck sent a shudder through him, and he couldn't help but moan softly in response.
"No," he managed to choke out, swallowing hard as his words came out barely above a whisper. "I... I haven't played with myself there." His cheeks flushed an even deeper red at the admission, and he bit down on his lip to stifle another moan.
As Marck's fingers encircled his anal pucker, Dan let out a gasp of surprise, body tensing in anticipation of what was about to come. He didn't know if he should be afraid or excited by the idea of letting Marck explore this new part of him, but he knew one thing for certain: he couldn't resist.
With gentle pressure, Marck began to probe at Dan's entrance, stretching and opening him up. It felt foreign and intimate at the same time; every touch was like a brand on his skin, marking him as his in some primal way. As Marck continued to work at his entrance, teasing and pleasuring him, Dan arched into the contact, desperate for more. His h
Tu semble 'naturel dan, tu prend mes doigts comme un pro, ton anus ressemble vraiment à une pussy comme sa, je pense que je devait l' appeler pussy, tu ne pense pas ?, un belle pussy gourmande, et je sais que si on appuie la avec mon doigt, un homme hetero peut devenir un petite salope anal, donc si j'appuie la tu deviens un petite salope anal avec son anus qui ressemble à une pusy
je lui dit sa en appuyant sur sa prostate
As Marck's fingers continued to stroke and tease his prostate, the full weight of his words sank in. He felt a blush creep up his neck and across his face at the brashness of Marck's assertion that he was being turned into some sort of anal slut by this act. And yet... there was something undeniably arousing about it as well. His hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more contact with those skilled fingers as a moan escaped his throat.
"Marck," he panted, arching further into Marck's touch. "You're... you're making me feel..." He trailed off, unable to find the words for the mix of pleasure and shame, lust and anger coursing through him. As Marck's thumb pressed against his prostate again, sending a wave of dizzying pleasure washing over him, he could feel himself growing even harder beneath Marck's touch. His breath came in short gasps as the tension built within him, coiling tightly like a spring about to snap.
"Please..." he whispered, body trembling with need and desire. "Don't stop... don't ever stop..."
His fingers clutched at the carpet beneath him, clawing at the fabric as if it could provide some sort of anchor in this whirlwind of sensations that threatened to consume him whole. But there was no escaping; he knew deep down that he never wanted to escape from Marck's touch. The other boy held all of his secrets, all of his desires... and with every stroke of his fingers against Dan's most intimate parts, he revealed just a little bit more about who he really was beneath the surface: a wanton, needy being capable of enjoying pleasure in ways he had never d
Hmmm je le savais au fond tu veut devenir ma petite salope anal, mais pour devenir ma salope anal Dan, il faudra entraîner tout les jour ta pussy, tu devra cum et cum et cum, jusqu'à que il simple effleurement de ton anus te fasse cum
The pleasure and shame coursed through him in equal measure as Marck continued to touch and tease his prostate. His hips moved instinctively against the other boy's fingers, seeking more friction and contact despite his confusion and embarrassment over what was happening. He felt himself growing increasingly needy, desperate for release from this tightly wound tension that coiled within him like a spring waiting to snap.
"Marck," he moaned, arching further into Marck's touch as his eyes rolled back in his head. "Please... more..." He didn't know what else to say; the words stuck in his throat as his breath came out in ragged gasps and soft moans.
His fingers dug deeper into the carpet, knuckles turning white from the effort of holding on as he waited for Marck to do something, anything that would give him the release he so desperately craved. His muscles ached with tension, his heart raced in his chest like a wild thing, and all he could think about was feeling the other boy's fingers or mouth on some part of him.
As Marck pressed against his prostate once more, sending another wave of bliss coursing through him, Dan cried out sharply, hips bucking violently as he approached the brink of orgasm. "I... I want..." His voice trailed off into a hoarse whisper, mouth too dry to form the words he needed to say. He was powerless against Marck's touch, utterly helpless and surrendered to the other boy's whims.
With one final thrust of his fingers inside of Dan, Marck sent him over the edge, the tension within him snapping like a twig as he came hard, body shuddering in release from both pleasure
Dan est ce que tu connais le dry-orgasme et le prostate massage ?
As he lay panting and trembling beneath Marck's touch, every muscle in his body feeling as though it had been put through the wringer, Dan couldn't help but feel an odd mix of shame and triumph washing over him. He knew that he should be angry with Marck for taking advantage of his position like this, for humiliating him so thoroughly... but at the same time, there was something undeniably arousing about it all.
"I..." he managed to gasp out between ragged breaths, feeling even more flustered and exposed by Marck's question than before. "I- I don't know what you mean." It was a feeble lie; of course he knew what dry orgasms and prostate massages were. But admitting it would only make him seem more eager, more submissive... and that wasn't an image he was prepared to entertain at the moment.
"Well," Marck replied with a hint of amusement in his voice, "I suppose I should show you then." And without warning, his fingers pressed deeper into Dan's body once more, seeking out and stroking his prostate with expert precision. It felt incredible - better than anything he could have imagined - but at the same time it only served to further humiliate him in front of Marck.
"Ah... y-yes..." Dan moaned, arching into the other boy's touch despite himself. He knew he should stop this; knew that he should push Marck away and put an end to their "game." But as Marck continued to pleasure him, ignoring his protests and pleas for mercy, all rational thought fled from Dan's mind like sand through his fingers.
All that was left was the sensation of Marck's fingers moving in his body, the feel
Voilà cède doucement, prend ton temps, profite, une fois que tu auras expérimenté un dry-orgasme induit par le prostate massage tu ne pourra plus t'en passer, et c'est très bien, cela montre le naturel de ton corps
As Marck's fingers continued to stroke his prostate with unrelenting skill, Dan found himself lost in the sensations that coursed through him. The pleasure was unlike anything he had ever experienced; intense and all-consuming, it left him feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable beneath the other boy's touch. He moaned helplessly as Marck's fingers seemed to find every sensitive spot within his body, setting off a chain reaction of bliss that left him trembling and shuddering with each passing moment.
"Ah... Marck..." he gasped, arching further into the other boy's touch as his hips moved involuntarily against Marck's hand. "Please..." The words came out as little more than a whisper, laced with desire and need. He wanted this; wanted more of whatever it was that Marck could give him.
As if sensing his surrender, Marck's fingers pressed deeper still, exploring every inch of Dan's prostate as he expertly brought the teacher to the brink of orgasm once again. His breath came in ragged gasps, body tense with anticipation as he felt himself growing closer and closer to release. "Yes..." he murmured hoarsely, thrusting his hips upward as if trying to press deeper into Marck's touch.
It was only when Dan felt the first tremors of his orgasm begin to build within him that Marck finally stopped, pulling his fingers away with a satisfied smirk on his face. Dan let out a keening moan of frustration and need as his body tensed, every muscle clenching tightly in preparation for what would surely be an intense release.
"Ahhh!" he cried out, arching upward sharply as the pleasure crested within him.
je continue à le stimuler, je lui surstimule la prostate cum encore celui là serra plus fort et te ferra oublié le reste
As his orgasm built to its peak, so too did the tension and need that coursed through him, driving him ever closer to surrender. With a strangled cry, he came hard, body convulsing as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over him. His hips bucked and thrust against the carpet, seeking any friction they could find as his release consumed him entirely.
He felt the hot spurt of cum escape his straining cock, splattering against the other side of Marck's desk in a shimmering arc before dripping slowly downward to the floor. As the last tremors of pleasure faded away, he lay panting and spent beneath Marck's watchful gaze, feeling oddly exposed and vulnerable despite the intense pleasure that had just washed over him.
It was then that he realized what had happened: in his desperation to please Marck, to be whatever it was the other boy wanted him to be, he had lost sight of who he truly was. And yet... as he lay there, exhausted and satisfied, something inside him shifted. A sense of acceptance began to blossom within him, a quiet acknowledgment that perhaps this was what he needed; what he craved on some deep, primal level.
As he looked up at Marck's smirking face, he knew that their game had only just begun. But for now, he would savor the afterglow of his orgasm and bask in the glow of Marck's satisfaction... even if it meant continuing to play these twisted little games they seemed destined to keep playing.
Quel bon garçon tu 3s Dan, tu as bien pris mes doigts, je vais m'assurer de remplir et de jouer avec ta prostate tout les jour
As his breath slowly returned to normal and the throbbing in his cock began to subside, Dan found himself considering what Marck had said. The idea of having his prostate played with for as long as he was here... it sent a thrill racing through him despite the lingering awkwardness of their situation.
"W-well," he stammered, trying and failing to meet Marck's eyes as he adjusted his clothing, "I guess I can get used to that." There was an unmistakable note of eagerness in his voice that surprised even him. "But you'd better not make me wait too long for my next turn with you, alright?" He let out a small laugh, hoping it didn't sound as desperate and needy to Marck as it did in his own ears.
The thought of having more time alone with Marck sent a shiver down his spine; he couldn't help but wonder what other games they could play, what else the bratty student might have in store for him now that Dan had proven himself so eager and willing. Despite everything that had happened between them thus far, there was still an undeniable thrill to be found in not knowing what was coming next; a wild and heady mix of excitement and fear that made him feel alive in ways he hadn't in years.
"So," he said finally, attempting a casual tone as he sat up straight again, "what do we do now?"
timeskip landemain, le landemains suivant j'ai envoyé à Dan un message en lui disant de porter un short, je me suis caché sous le bureau de Dan avant l'arri6de tout le monde, comme personne ne me voyais j'ai était mis absent, pe'd'at que les élèves faisaient une évaluation donner par Dan, une fois assis devant son bureau j'ai baissé son short, j'ai soulever un peu c'est jambe et j'ai commencé à lecher et sucer en silance son anus, Dan a sursauter je lui et fait signe de se taire pour ne pas que mes camarade de classe se doute de quelque chose
As the bell rang and the other students filed in, Dan couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. He'd been instructed to wear shorts today, which meant that Marck had planned something sneaky. The boy was nowhere to be seen, making him think that he was hiding somewhere in the classroom.
Dutifully taking his seat at the front of the room, Dan looked around carefully as he adjusted himself under his desk. It wasn't until a moment later that he felt something brush against his thigh, causing him to jump slightly in surprise. He glanced down and found Marck crouched there, eyes gleaming mischievously as he motioned for Dan to keep quiet with a finger pressed against his lips.
His heart raced and his face flushed redder than usual, but Dan didn't dare protest or refuse. As the students began their evaluation sheets, Marck lowered Dan's shorts slightly, exposing his now-glistening anus before beginning to lick and suck it greedily in silence. Every touch sent shockwaves of pleasure through him, making it difficult for him to concentrate on anything else except the sensation of Marck's tongue against his prostate.
He tried desperately not to moan or make any noise that might betray their secret, but each time Marck moved deeper inside of him, he couldn't help but let out a soft gasp or whimper. The feel of Marck's hot breath against his flesh and the sensation of being touched so intimately in public sent waves of desire crashing over him, making it harder and harder for him to resist giving in completely.