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“Would you mind picking that up for me sweetheart? I believe it went under the desk.” Erwin’s voice questioned, shifting his hips as he sat at his desk with ice cold eyes that watched his student quickly nod before kneeling. Armin never minded helping his favorite teacher, always enjoying their after school study sessions that were innocently a nice distraction to pass the time. But as he was crawling under the desk to look for the dropped pen— he found himself face to face with an abnormal appendage staring back at him.
Erwin softly groaned, sensing his student's eyes on his exposed cock twitching in his large hands that languidly stroked the mass, pumping it full of blood as it swelled to life when the student squeaked in surprise. Armin backed up at first, his body hitting the back of the desk wall from the small space he was confined in when his teacher decided to scoot his chair closer to trap the student under the desk space. Armin whined, the school light from the classroom shined into the small space just enough for him to watch his teacher stroke himself in front of him.
“M-Mister Smith….? What are you doing?” The student stuttered, his face hot and flush as the man’s fully grown cock stared back at him with every lewd stroke. A breathy and deep chuckle coming from above as the student’s breath ghosted against the swollen shaft with an erotic tickle that made the man ache.
“Armin you’ve been such a good student…” Erwin groaned with praise, sparkling words that floated around Armin’s head like a halo that urged him to move forward to hear more of what his favorite teacher was saying.
“…You deserve a treat for how good you’ve been. Come closer and lick your treat.”
Armin shifted to his knees, hesitant at first before the teacher squeezed his cock just enough to make a dribble of fluid come out, a consistency that looked like fresh icing and made the student move closer to get a taste as he was told. He couldn’t bring himself to disobey or disappoint his teacher, not after becoming so close to the man that stole his heart and would now stain his tongue.
A hesitant kitten lick to taste the leaking frosting made the teacher moan out loud, a firm hand controlling his base and maneuvering his cock to rub its tip against the exposed tongue from the untrained boy under his table. Armin breathed with an open mouth, breathing in the man’s musky scent that went straight to his head like a drug of pure endorphins. Armin’s eyes fluttered and his core throbbed for a moment when the teacher slapped his cock against the students lips and tongue.
“Come on baby, I know you want more.” Erwin grunted, stroking himself as Armin closed his mouth and shied away with a raging blush burning up his face with a new heat of embarrassment. He didn’t understand what his teacher wanted and he felt so dumb in the moment,
“I-I don’t know how… how do I—?” Armin stuttered and covered his face, immediately soothed and trained by Erwin’s next words that seemed to click all the pieces together like he always did.
“Suck it like those candies I give you sweetie— those lollipops. You’ll have to suck it to get your treat if you want to keep being my favorite student.”
Armin gasped, a whine falling free before he bit his lip and stared back at the exposed cock. His mind began to morph it from its veiny and throbbing current state into an image of a massively leaking lollipop full of treats inside its sugarcoated center. His growing blue eyes watched in a trace-like state as the cock moved up and down with every pump from Erwin’s hand, the same hand that held him close and guided to the light. The boy’s teacher wasn’t just a savior, a man that pulled the student out of his loneliness and depression, but he was also a handsome man that always had such a way with words and making Armin feel like that center of his universe.
His tense muscles relaxed, hands that grabbed at Erwin’s pants as his flushed pink lips wrapped around the sensitive and exposed tip of the sweetest lollipop he’d ever sucked. The student moaned softly as he sucked on the tip with such softness it made the teacher groan with a curse so loud, a reaction that made the boy shift his hips so that his pant seam could press against his budding clit. He felt so hot so suddenly, adjusting his position to kneel with his knees further apart as to roll his hips in an effort to rub his cunt against the tightening seam while sucking from his teacher under the desk.
“Yes baby just like that, I know you can suck on more of it.” Erwin moaned so low with a hot praise that branded itself inside Armin’s ailing mind. His mouth followed his teacher’s every command, pushing more inside his mouth and sucking on the bigger mass that pulsated against his soft wet tongue. He was always eager to show his teacher just how intelligent he was, to gain his approval and to become his favorite, to show him that he could master any skill the man taught him.
Armin couldn’t help but close his eyes, stuffing his mouth full of cock and feeling the head slip against his tongue and poke at the back of his throat. There was something broken within his mind as his jaw slacked and allowed his teacher to feed him more of his shaft down his tight throat. When the student failed to gag it only spurred Erwin on with a wicked lust that made his eyes roll back and his body to relax against his chair. His oral fixated boy had always been the perfect candidate for this special spot under his desk, and soon the teacher would have his special pet sucking him at any time on command with a little more training.
“Such a good boy, you’re so perfect.” Erwin groaned, leaning back in his chair and loosening his tie with one hand and rubbing his student’s blonde mop of hair with the other. A cup of scotch would have been perfect for this moment, but instead the teacher merely sat in his chair to relish the disturbingly divine sensation of his pet’s small mouth and tongue licking foolishly around his fully grown cock.
“I-I can’t fit it all… it makes me want to throw up…” Armin whimpered after pushing himself off of Erwin’s cock to breathe for a moment, his big blue teary eyes, reddened nose, and puffy lips evident of his previous attempts to swallow more of his mentor before failing with a reflex that made his stomach turn and his head feel light.
“Oh… that’s unfortunate.” Erwin huffed, disapproving and nonchalantly to his student’s concern. Instead he merely began to tuck his hardened cock back into his pants with words that coldly dismissed his loving little blonde pet.
“I guess I’ll just have to find another student that wants to succeed then.”
Armin gasped with a cry of shock, his small hands flying towards Erwin’s crotch to stop the man from putting himself away. His voice cracked as he begged his teacher differently, with a racing heart and widened eyes.
“W-Wait! No! I can do better, please sir!”
Erwin smirked, allowing his student to regain control as trembling hands took back out his cock and soft lips immediately began to kiss on his tip with a desperate forgiveness.
“Only my very best student deserves a treat, mm?” Erwin reached down, his hand cupping the blonde’s soft puffed out cheeks as Armin suckled on the tip of his teacher’s fat cock. Tears brimming his eyes and tongue working to appease his mentor with everything he had, innocence blatantly painted all across his flushed features that made the teacher’s cock twitch violently— slipping free and smacking the blonde’s face.
“I want— I want to be the best, sir. Please I— I want to be your favorite!” Armin cried, thick tears streaming down his blushing cheeks with flushed lips pouting in a manner that made Erwin want to be violant to his little eager pup. His dark eyes staring down at the boy who opened his mouth before his small tongue began to lick gently up the base of his teacher’s cock. Armin panted with an open mouth as he continued to mumble and lick between words,
“Mister Smith I—… It makes me feel so hot, like I need more… it tingles…” Armin moaned, shifting his hips and whimpering as his pant seam rubbed against his budding flower that leaked profusely all over himself while he licked like a pretty bunny.
“Where does it tingle?” Erwin groaned, his tip leaking to the sinful words unconsciously slipping free from his mindless student’s lips but the entranced blonde wouldn’t disconnect from the man’s drooling cock. Armin’s tongue swiped over his mentor’s tip, tasting it’s dirty icing that he swallowed so obediently without a second thought before disconnecting and looking away with a bigger blush.
“M-My papa told me to never tell anyone…”
Erwin’s interest piqued to a new high, his thoughts turning more sinister from the vague words uttered from his lamb’s lips. He had remembered reading up on Armin’s recorded history and the dozens of police reports that followed after the broken child, one of the many key indicators that led the teacher to pick him as his star student and perfect slave.
A boy torn away from a broken home, a witness to violence and drug abuse between spouses borderlining to the point of potential murder before his parents were apprehended and locked away for years. Abandoned at such a young age, with no experience in stable love and safety, as the courts granted Armin’s lonely grandfather as the sole owner of his custody. An old man, Armin’s ‘papa’, who merely kept the boy fed and cared for, allowing the student to enroll in his first years of public school only to immediately fall prey to his charming history teacher.
Erwin knew immediately that this beautiful little lamb had to be his. A timid and inexperienced student who was eager to please and learn, obedient and always following the rules given to him— even the special rules that earned him Erwin’s evil treat.
Erwin groaned long and low, pushing the boys head down suddenly, stuffing his throat full of his thick cock while his foot moved to shove itself into the students crotch. Freeing a muffled cry from the boy whose eyes rolled before fluttering close, sucking and rutting his hips helplessly against the shoe that pressed up against his wet cunt.
“Oh? But your papa isn’t here, baby. And when I ask a question, I expect an answer, that’s what good students do for their teacher. Listen and obey.” Erwin commanded, choking his beautiful boy with his disgusting mass that throbbed inside his underage throat, leaving his student whining and forced to bob his head exactly how his controlling teacher wanted him. A perfect toy who would soon be brainwashed into absolute obedience so long as Erwin played his cards right.
“You wouldn’t want to disappoint your papa right? What would he think if he heard how his little girl flunked out of school with a sore throat and wet panties.” Erwin hummed, a deep moan bellowing out from the way Armin’s throat tightened around his shaft with a rippling sound of shock vibrating through his loins. He grunted and forced his student to suck faster, feeling his own end coming as he abused the lambs soft mouth with his foul touches.
“You’re always going home so late. I wonder if your papa has started to catch onto what you’re doing after school? In fact, I could make a phone call right now and tell him about all the little boys you’ve been letting touch you in the locker rooms.” Erwin smirked madly, listening as his angel choked and gagged, crying out with large hot tears running down his face as his petite nose was buried into the man’s unruly pubic mound. His scent stained the boy’s broken mind, a strong and fragrant musk that filled Armin’s scenes with a wicked fog. Teary blue eyes that rolled back behind fluttering eyelids as his teacher dug his nails into his students scalp before stuffing his throat full of his ravenous hot love.
“Mm good boy.” Erwin growled, his body shaking and his hips quaking as his balls drained themselves straight into his eager lamb’s empty stomach. Armin was too overwhelmed to fight against the feeling, completely lax and reduced to a whimpering doll that drooled and swallowed his promised hot dessert like the perfect student he was.
The man’s grip loosened, a grizzly groan echoing throughout the empty classroom while the boy lifted his head up with an open sloppy mouth, gasping for air. Armin panted, mewling and trembling as his crotch tingled with an electricity that left him light headed and dizzy,
“N-No please! Don’t tell him… I’ll be a good student, sir.” Armin blushed, begging before lowering his voice and looking away with shame as Erwin recovered with a deep chuckle to the next words that confirmed his rising suspicions.
“My papa— he told me that my special spot was supposed to be a secret…” Armin mumbled, wiping his lips and swallowing whatever remained from his special filthy treat. Darkened blue innocent eyes looking up for his teachers approval as Erwin scooted his desk chair out with hands that summoned his student to crawl up onto his lap.
“Oh, cmere baby, tell me more.” Erwin lifted up his small student to straddle his lap, his flaccid cock between Armin’s opened legs as the teacher rubbed his student’s thighs tenderly. Armin relaxed, arching into his touch as if it were natural… as if he’d done this before.
“It’s embarrassing!” Armin squealed, looking away with a flush coming into fruition as Erwin tilted his head to follow his students averting gaze.
“Tell me.” Erwin commanded firmly once more, his authority quick to crumble Armin’s desire to keep a secret as he knew he could never disobey his teacher.
“Well… My papa says that when boys love you, that they wanna touch your special spot. A-And— well… my papa told me that only he can be the one to love my special spot but… I haven’t told him that…” Armin flushed darker, rolling his hips in nervousness to the dark blue eyes that listened and watched the student squirm under the pressure of his secret. Erwin’s cock felt itself rejuvenate, becoming erect once more against Armin’s small ass as the teacher nodded for his student to continue.
“Y-You said that you’d tell him about the other boys playing with me… But he can’t know!” Armin pleaded, tearing brimming his eyes as he begged his beloved teacher not to tell his dirty secret to his papa. Admitting that Erwin’s little lying threat was actually the truth.
His cock twitched violently. Such a slut.
“Oh, so your papa believes you’re innocent?” Erwin asked calmly as Armin nodded before looking away.
“Yeah, he doesn’t know that in P.E. the boys like to tease me for how I look and they… they like to touch themselves in front of me… or they push me into the showers to pee on me .” Armin shook his head, his face fully red as Erwin groaned and groped the child’s ass while his cock drooled to the thought.
“Have you told anyone about this?” Erwin breathed, wetting his lips whilst edging himself and becoming too erect to think when Armin spoke again.
“Y-Yeah… I told the Assistant Gym Coach Mr. Zeke about it.” Armin squeaked when Erwin’s hands became rougher. Like a silent command to continue, the blonde student whimpered while he continued.
“He offered to let me change in his private office so the others can’t see me.”
Erwin’s brow shot up, doubting that was all, knowing how perverted Zeke also is as a gym teacher and a so-called health guro. Armin wouldn’t be the first student that Zeke had made this offer to and there was always a price to pay with his offers.
“What does he do when you’re in his office changing?” Erwin whispered lowly into Armin’s ear, making the student squeak and look away as he shook his head.
“N-No I promise Zeke I wouldn’t say anything…” Armin cried, feeling bad for being so naughty and letting all of these secrets spill free until the teacher chuckled,
“So then you wouldn’t mind if I made a phone call to your papa then?” Erwin threatened calmly, a gasp emitting from Armin before he squealed for Erwin not to, a threat that tied itself so perfectly around Armin’s throat that the man was able to tug at any time his pet wanted to be disobedient.
“I’m sorry, please! Please don’t tell him!” Armin pleaded, knowing that he was at his teacher’s mercy to answer any and all questions, to become his best and brightest student— he’d do anything.
“It’s just… well Mr. Zeke likes to watch me get changed to make sure that my health is in perfect condition. And he’ll well… he likes to do weird things to my body because he wants to make sure there’s nothing wrong with me.” Armin spoke timidly, shy and scared as all of Mr. Zeke’s dirty laundry was being aired out to Erwin whose hands continued to fondle Armin’s small ass.
“What weird things, my lamb?” Erwin cooed lovingly, dying to hear more and grinding himself up against his student who sat on his lap with dirty panties and flushed cheeks.
“He taught me how adults kiss… And how they do it to show appreciation.” Armin admitted, looking into Erwin’s dark eyes briefly before his gaze flickered down to the man’s lips quickly. His heart was racing in his chest, whimpering softly when Erwin’s finger grazed lower, touching his covered cunt that tingled with that addicting sensation that his papa told him about.
The student whimpered softly, his small legs trembling in the adults lap as his teacher moved closer just like how his gym teacher was whenever he wanted a kiss.
“You should be more thankful for the things I do for you, Armin.” Zeke spoke, leaning against the wall and watching as the boy began to change out of his school uniform and into his new gym uniform specifically picked out by his mentor.
“How I saved you from those boys and how I pulled you from gym class, you have it so easy and yet I haven’t seen you do anything to thank me.” The teacher sighed, narrowed eyes watching the blonde student change slowly, hesitating to take off anything more in front of his mentor.
“Thank you mister, but could I— could you look away?” Armin squeaked, embarrassed and shy to strip naked in front of this man whose eyes were glued to the child’s petite frame. But Zeke merely raised a brow and chuckled mockingly,
“I need to see what made these boys act up since you seem to have such a drastic effect on most of your class, I’ve never seen so many boys walk out of the changing room with tight pants before.” Zeke stated with a cold fact, moving closer to the trembling boy and cocking his head slightly before pinning Armin against his desk.
“Don’t make me angry, Armin. You think you can just walk away from this mess without any repercussions for your actions. Do you enjoy riling these boys up just so you can get special privileges?” Zeke asked, wicked and pointed, casting all blame and shame onto the blonde who looked away with arms crossed protectively over his chest.
“I’m sorry, sir. I don’t know what I did wrong…” Armin whimpered, small tears forming in his eyes before he silently sniffled and finished stripping to the point of just having his panties on. The sight of his underdeveloped body seemed to have had an effect on the teacher, allowing Zeke to step back with a twinkle of awe in his eyes at the sight of the boy would was lying about his sex.
“You’re a girl?” Zeke confirmed, eyes stuck on those small panties which covered the blonde’s hairless petals of purity. But his words only made Armin yell out,
“N-No! I’m a boy!” Armin reaffirmed, acting as if yelling out the information would have made it any better, instead the teacher merely snorted before shaking his head.
“It all makes sense now. This delusion— you’ve convinced your counselors that you’re a boy and got placed into this gym class. What for? Did you like all of that attention?” Zeke questioned with dark eyes and arms that grabbed at the blondes shoulders. Armin jumped with a gasp when the man forced one of the students hands to touch his bulging hot crotch, chuckling as the blonde tried to pull away instinctively but was merely used as a doll to rub the man’s arousal.
“Is it all your fault, y’know? Look what your body is doing to me and all those poor boys.” Zeke whispered, breath hot and labored in Armin’s ear as the boy was trapped and lost the energy to fight— merely allowing the gym teacher to use his small hand to stroke his covered erection within the private office in only his panties.
A harsh knock came to the locked door of Erwin’s classroom, dispelling the teacher whose lips were about to taste the boy lost in thought and causing Armin to jump with a slight noise of alarm. From behind the windowless wooden classroom door came a noise from the principal’s secretary,
“Mr. Smith? Armin’s grandfather is out front waiting to pick him up.” Her voice echoed calmly with notification for the student to be released from his after school tutoring session. With a groan of displeasure the teacher called back out, unbeknownst to the secretary, Erwin’s hardened cock was completely out with his student straddling his lap harboring flushed lips and a tummy full of seed from sucking off his beloved teacher.
“He’ll be right out.” Erwin called back, listening as the clicking of the secretary’s heels moved away in the distance of her returning back to her office. The silence stood for only a second to ensure that the coast was clear as the child cradled himself into Erwin’s embrace, puppy eyes that shimmered with a tender need for approval one last time before they were torn apart.
“M-Mister Smith…” Armin’s small fists grabbed at his mentor's buttoned up shirt, soft moans spilling free when the adults firm fingers wiggled into his wet panties while teasing his underdeveloped flower to bud by force for his adult intentions. Erwin groaned in surprise as one of his fingers slipped inside easily, causing his pretty lamb to squeak and clench around the teacher with a tremor.
“Fuck— I can’t let you go…” Erwin growled, his cock leaking and an angry shade of red as his lone finger touched and curled inside the student's abused pussy. The boy moaned softly with no pain in his tone as he arched further into Erwin’s strong arms to kiss him passionately like he had been taught.
Armin’s soft lips touching Erwin’s made the teacher moan, lost in the satisfaction of the needy student merely giving into the techniques and etiquette that he was taught by other adult men on how to please them. Armin allowed Erwin to take control, opening his mouth and feeling his small tongue be licked by a man too old for his body. But Armin loved it, he loved how Erwin’s hot saliva slipped into his system while violating fingers sought to push more inside the smaller blonde whose ass grinded back against his mentor’s leaking cock.
Armin felt dizzy, his body becoming lax the more his pussy was tickled and from the lack of clean air as Erwin kissed him feverishly. A small hand fell limp, reaching back to gently pet the teacher’s cockhead like a soft promise that he would return to give it more attention.
“Armin, baby.” Erwin’s voice rumbled low with lust, his sounds making the student blush as Armin panted softly from the wet kiss. A small noise of acknowledgment came from the boy before Erwin’s eyes hardened with a dark void of pure unadulterated desire,
“Be a good girl and wear your skirt to class next time.”
The boy’s face flushed darker with a small whimper ringing free from a relentless finger rubbing his tiny clit as his teacher continued,
“Don’t disappoint me baby, I want to have more fun with you. You want that, right?” Erwin smiled, his fingers still exploring the boy's soft insides and privates that would put him in prison. But he had no fear because judging by the way his student’s cunt was already ready for a finger..
… it confirmed that there was a chance that something else was going on at home.
Armin knew better than to speak up when so many loving adult men were coddling him and giving him anything he needed for a simple return— to have access to that beautifully young body.
“Y-Yes sir,” Armin whined, moving his hips to get more friction before the teacher forced himself to withdraw his fingers from that fresh heat that made his cock ache with absolute need. Erwin gave the boy another sloppy wet kiss, full of tongue and filthy lust that made Armin moan with a mouthful,
“You’re such a good girl, what’ll you do while you’re away at home?”
Armin’s eyes searched Erwin’s before a sheepish smile graced his features,
“I’m— uh… trying to prepare for the cheer tryouts. Papa makes me stretch at home every night so that I’m ready.” The boy sounded happy, eager to make the team and be a part of the school life he’d always wanted while his teacher’s eyes darkened and his cock throbbed.
Immediately, he knew that Armin’s ‘papa’ was doing his own dirty things, probably training the boy on how to become the perfect toy for any man. And when Erwin allowed Armin to leave his classroom for the night to return home, he stayed behind to finish himself off with the thought of the little boy in a cheer uniform struggling to take Erwin’s cock despite all of his “at home training”.