Date: Sun, 5 Jul 2015 18:06:16 +0000
From: BY
Subject: Slave To My Students chapter 1

Finally! I'd graduated from university in the UK, I can finally
go into teaching! I'd been looking for a job in the UK but I found this
opportunity online to be a supply teacher in the USA and it could take me
all over the country. I jumped at the chance to apply. After an intense
interview I got the position, I said my goodbyes to my family and friends
and then caught the train to the airport and flew off to my first stop
Florence in Kentucky, a school there needed a Maths teacher, it was a high
school.

I got settled into my hotel, all paid for by the supply teacher company and
I set off on Monday to work, I walked and took in the surroundings, this is
where I would be working for the foreseeable future. I entered the school,
I was early because I had plenty of HR forms to fill in. The principal
called me to his office.

I arrived and he invited me to sit down, the Principal, Mr. Perry, Matthew
to me, looked strict, almost as if he was constantly snarling and as if
steam came out of his nostrils like a bull. "British boy are you?" He said
plainly. "Yes sir" I replied, he was one scary boss, maybe taking this
position wasn't a great idea. "Call me Matthew, when we're alone it's
Matthew, in front of the kids, Mr. Perry, is that understood Thomas?" "Yes,
Matthew."

He grunted, he then flicked through my paperwork. "You'll be taking over
Mrs. Sykes Math class while she's on Maternity Leave. She has a form as
well, you'll be tutor of them, disruptive little ungrateful rats, I'd
prefer to give them to someone more experienced but they sent a posh
British boy instead so I guess I'm stuck with you, don't screw up." I tried
to seem tougher than I actually was, like I could handle anything "I can
assure you I can handle it." He sighed, he clearly didn't believe me. "Just
get to class, morning registration starts soon." With that I left his
office and headed off down the corridor, I sincerely hoped this was the way
to my class, I followed the signs above me, I was in Math Room 3. After
some wandering I found it, slightly late, only a few minutes, shouldn't be
noticed. I walked in and a class of freshmen were sitting, it was a hot day
so most were in shorts or skirts. They were talking loudly and didn't care
that a teacher had walked in, although I was only 21, fresh out of
university so maybe they wouldn't recognise me as a teacher.

I slammed my bag onto my desk and yelled. "Quiet!" That soon shut them up,
I thought it best to get some authority in place from the very
start. Mr. Perry said that these were a handful. "I'm your new form tutor,
I'm taking over Mrs. Sykes while she has her baby." I heard a voice. "Are
you British Sir?" I looked around, I saw a beautiful 14 year old boy, dark
blonde hair, very long fringe, hair almost down to his shoulders, blue eyes
that were to die for. I put this out of my mind, as much as I loved
younger, beautiful boys, I had a job to do. "Yes I'm British." He
smirked. "I heard all the men there are gay." The class giggled. I replied
bluntly. "If only that were true. Right, register." The class responded
with the last "yes, sir" when their names were called out, I got further
down the list. "Randall?" The cute blonde boy who gave me a bit of lip
earlier replied. "Yes, sir." Randall, such a cute name for a cute boy. A
few more names and I'd finished the register. I dismissed them off to their
first period. Three of my form stayed with me, including Randall.

I began the lesson, quickly interrupted by Randall. "Are you really gay
sir?" "Yes, but the question is not the sexual orientation of the teacher,
it's algebra." I could tell he was going to be a problem, he couldn't help
but interrupt me throughout the lesson. Constantly asking irrelevant
questions, "why aren't you teaching in England sir?" "Do you have a
boyfriend sir?" He was lucky he was cute or I'd have been sick of the sight
of him and sent him outside.

The rest of the day was fairly uneventful, the other classes had questions
about who I was and where I was from. They didn't touch on my sexuality, it
only seemed to be my freshmen form that was even remotely interested in the
fact that I was gay. At the end of each day this school sets aside 30
minutes where students can come into their tutors rooms and ask them
questions. I sat in my classroom, marking work that I had set the students
during class. I had one or two students come in and ask me about normal
teenage things, quick questions, in and out. As I was about to leave,
Randall showed with a smirk on his face. "Hi Sir." "Hello Randall, what can
I do for you?" He closed the door behind him. "You can bend over and let me
fuck you." I looked at him and assumed it was a joke. "Very funny Randall,
off you go home." Randall shook his head. "No Sir, bend over, I like
fucking gay boys." I looked him in the eye, I tried dealing with this
professionally. "Right, I know you might be having these strange new
feelings and maybe you have a little crush, but" I was cut off. "No, I'm
straight, but I'm a horny guy, none of the girls want to fuck, only the
gays. And you're a gay." He smirked, he was cocky as Hell. I
sighed. "Randall I'm your tutor and this is inappropriate, if you want
condoms I can provide you with those but I cannot and will not engage in
this kind of conversation with you." He dropped his shorts and boxers, he
had a really nice clock, 5" cut, he smirked. "Like what you see?" I was
stunned, speechless, what on earth do you say in this situation. He pulled
his boxers and shorts back up. "We're going back to mine, bring the
condoms, and the lube. Trust me you'll need it."

I stammered, unsure what to do, I loved what I saw but I was his teacher,
this was wrong, I couldn't do this. He tutted and grabbed some condoms and
lube from the sex ed draw. "Follow me, hurry up." Against all better
judgement, I followed him to his house, he lived just across the road from
the school, just as well as I didn't bring my car today. He used a key to
get in and ran up the stairs. I closed the door behind me and followed him;
when I entered his bedroom he smirked and pointed at the bed. "On your
back, spread your legs." Dutifully I stripped completely and out spring my
rock hard 7 inch dick. He smiled at this. "Decent size, if I was gay I
might enjoy that." I was embarrassed by his comment, I lay on his bed and
spread my legs, my head resting on his pillow. He stripped off and climbed
on top of me, pushed my legs back, he'd already put a condom on, he lived
me up without looking then smirked as he thrust himself in. I screamed out
in pain and pleasure, I felt a slap across my face."Shut up, I have
neighbours!" I kept my moaning to a minimum which was so difficult because
he was being so rough with me, in and out, in and out, his hips slamming
into my butt cheeks. He felt so deep even though I knew he only had 5
inches, the fact he was being so rough made me feel like he had twice that
size. "Randall you're being too rough, it hurts!" I pleaded, I was enjoying
it but I needed a break, he'd been ducking me like a rabbit for at least
half an hour and I felt like I was going to explode. "Good." Was his only
response, he loved dominating, especially someone who was meant to be in
charge of him. By the look on his face he loved ducking my tight hole, even
if he said he was straight. I decided to test my theory, I learned in and
tried to kiss him, he pushed me back down. "I'm not gay, you're nothing
more than a cum dump, none of the girls want to fuck so you're just another
gay boy I use to unload, got it?" I nodded. "Yes what?" He really liked to
be the dominant one "yes sir, Randall." He smirked. "Good little bitch." He
started getting even harder and faster I couldn't take anymore and I cummed
all over myself. He shook his head. "My classmates last longer than you,
you're pathetic,I can't look at you." He pulled and ordered me. "Turn
over!" I did so and he reenetered me, not allowing me to look around a him.

Even though I'd cummed already, Randalll didn't care, he wanted to finish
and I was nothing more than a tool he was using. After another 15 minutes
of intensely rough fucking he cummed and moaned as he did so, he pulled out
straight after he'd cummed then said bluntly. "You can go now." I got up
off the bed, started putting my clothes on, I felt like I shouldn't ask,
but I needed to know. "So who do you duck at school?" He smirked. "You want
to be a dump to more boys?" I stammered. "I-i-i." He laughed at
me. "Pathetic! Well we'll say this, I will send you boys, you do all my
maths homework for me, give me As." This was wrong, I couldn't, I
shouldn't, I must not! "Ok." Oh God, I'd just given him what he wanted, I
was his bitch now, he could me whenever he wanted and he was going to send
me boys from school to me, as long as I did all of his homework and gave
him As. My first teaching appointment and I'd sold myself out on the first
day! I hadn't realised I'd been deep in thought and Randall was staring at
me. "Unless you want my parents to come home and find you standing over me
naked, I'd go." I finished getting changed and hurried out of his house and
went back to my hotel. I was both scared and excited for my next day. This
had to stop. It was a one off, a moment of weakness, nothing more. Or so I
hoped.