Warnings: Bad writing, horrible grammar, coerced consent, choking, humiliation
All characters are 18+
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"Students, today is the mile run. I expect everyone to finish within 8 minutes. I do not care what those idiots in Washington believe the standards should be. If you do not finish in 8 minutes, you will fail senior P.E. Understood?"
"Yes, Mr. Wylie," The students say with a drawn-out groan.
"Begin." I blow my whistle. My Senior only P.E. class is students trying to redeem themselves from their failures from their earlier years.
My students run off and start their mile run. They should know by now that I am serious when I say I will fail them if they do not meet my standards. I am a former NFL tackle. At the height of my career, I was a 6' 3", 310-pound starting right-tackle who sadly could not win or play in "the big one." After a freak leg injury, I reluctantly retired and became a P.E. teacher after the "Teacher Appreciation Act" passed fifteen years ago and increased a teacher's base salary to $75,000 with a 2.5k increase every two years. Maybe I was a little petty when my team won the Super Bowl a year after I retired. Well maybe petty and irritating, but this cozy job is okay I guess.
The students are great and worked hard all year to meet my standards. Well, maybe a majority of the students besides the five students I call "The Bitchy Five." The Bitchy Five are comprised of five students who were born with a silver spoon up their asses and money to burn during a power outage. The group is four bratty girls and one boy who is a complete thorn in my side. That Kim Kardashian wannabe, Ezra Cela. That eighteen-year-old is what I despise in every boy. He wears designer sunglasses to school, with the tightest jeans known to man and crop tops that somehow cost over $200. He flexes money he's never earned at every student. But, nobody can antagonize him because his father is the most powerful attorney in the city. He's quite literally a male version of a young Kim K.
Most of the students achieved the 8-minute mile goal. I mean they are all eighteen and spent the last three months taking this class seriously. But yet again, Mr. "I'm too rich for this", dares to waltz his prissy ass to the finish line five minutes after everyone else. I don't mind the four other girls who finished with him. They probably will not do any physical activity until they reach the "gym is in" phase and all of their pervy Instagram followers want to see them in tight gym clothes.
"Ezra! You are really testing my nerves. This is the fifth straight mile you failed to complete on time." I yell out as he dramatically crosses the finish line as if he tried his hardest. But, I know he didn't. He paced-walked half the way with his four friends.
"And what are you going to do, huh?" Ezra sasses back in his usual prissy tone with his higher-than-normal voice. Spending all that time with his four girlfriends has him talking like them.
"I'm going to have to fail you, Ezra. The school year is almost over. Your behavior, attitude, and work ethic are unacceptable." I declared back.
"Well go tell my father that. I hope a failed football player has a backup plan other than being a slobby teacher. Shouldn't men like you be living in the hills with a big pool? Yet you are here, broke as shit and perving over his students. You perv!" Ezra sticks his chest out and taunts me with his black eyes.
"You little..."
"Oh, nuh uh, Mr. Wiley. Better not say that last word. I will complain to the administration you are verbally abusing me." He says with a shit-eating grin. "I'm going to get changed. And you will pass me if you know what's good for your job, Mr. Wiley." He finishes as he turns his ass around with his friends and walks back to the locker room.
God, I hate that little shit. If it wasn't for his family, I would punish that kid to no end. He does not do any push-ups, sit-ups, or any exercise. He just sits there with his rich friends while all the other students work hard. I truly hope when he leaves high school, that pretty little bitch will get what's coming to him. He can't go through life flinging his parents at everyone. Someone needs to teach him a lesson. But, these damn rich sissies always get a pass.
I get home after an okay day of work besides Ezra being a little shit. I open the fridge, grab a beer, slouch on my lazy boy, and turn on the massage function as I flip to the news. The news is on for background noise as I relax but something catches my ear.
"...And remember everyone, tomorrow is May 5th, the last day of Teacher Appreciation Week otherwise known as National Hall Pass Day for teachers. Expect heavy traffic near school zone areas and be aware of protesters on the street..."
National Hall Pass Day, huh? I forgot to mention earlier that the other aspect of the Teacher Appreciation Act was that the last day of "Teacher Appreciation Week" is known as "National Hall Pass Day". On that day, all teachers are granted a "Hall Pass" to have sex with any senior student over the age of eighteen. This is one reason why so many gifted professionals have become teachers over the past years. Not me though. I just joined for the comfy job and reasonable pay.
Sure I have used my Hall Pass from time to time. Watching some of the girls run around all sweaty gets my balls boiling. And being a teacher can be frustrating and a massive headache having to deal with these eighteen-year-olds. May as well fuck a sexy young student without having to face repercussions. A short easy way to relieve some stress from the job.
Then as I take a sip of my bear and the clock turns 10 pm, my usual time to "relieve my pent-up stress." All I could think about is punishing that little shit, Ezra. Making him squirm and squeal. Punishing him for making my life so hard. For all his teasing while he knows I can't talk back. My heart beats fast and my cock pulses every time I imagine using him how I wish I did all year long.
I can't deny that he's cute for a boy. He's a prissy light caramel twink. An exotic Armenian boy with a tight stomach and lean arms. He also possesses a lovely tight ass that girls wish they had. I want to ruin his perfect black hair and cum on those soft black eyes.
In my tipsy state, I get my laptop and send that little bitch an email, "Come to my office, 7 am. I expect to see you there." I close my laptop and recline my chair back. I just imagine fucking his prissy little face and taking all my anger out on his hole. I curse his name as I stroke my cock until my cum covers my hairy chest.
I thought my post-nut clarity would help relieve the thoughts. I can't fuck a boy. Never have been gay. Well, that's not entirely true. Maybe I had a college nerd blow me after a dare I had with my football teammates but that's beside the point. I still wanted it. I wanted to punish that boy. So, I bring back the computer and go to "Amazon Prime Kinky" and buy the things I need. Since I'm an Amazon Prime sub, I can get my delivery in under 2 hours.
I wait and wait until I hear that annoying Amazon drone hover over my house and drop my package. I bring it in and open the box. I check if everything is in there. Perfect. I'm all set.
I also did some research on his dad. Check his resume, accomplishments, you know, the whole detective thing. But, the father's Instagram revealed something very interesting. He's a Football Fan. A very specific Football Fan.
I woke up at 5:15 a.m. with more excitement than usual. I don't plan on fucking the boy. Seriously, I don't. Hall pass day is commonly known for teachers having intercourse with students. Sure that's the usual. But other things can happen too. For example, some teachers use this day to spank the students who drove them crazy. Science teachers use it for well, "scientific purposes," I'll let you use your imagination for that one. And one lady likes to watch two naked eighteen-year-olds fight as she sips on her morning wine.
There was a supreme court case which was about a principal in Versailles, Kansas who made two 18-year-old boys settle their differences by wrestling naked while he jacked off and watched in front of them. The Supreme Court said it was legal and that act was in line with the nature of the law so really we can do anything to the students. I don't call it "hall pass day", it's more like "retribution day."
It only takes me around twenty minutes to get to school and luckily my commute bypasses most of the crazies. I love watching all of the teachers get scared at the protesters yelling slurs and throwing water at them like some true crime villain. But when they see my 6'3" 200lbs 'fuck you' frame, they shut up real quick.
Most of the teachers are doing their thing already. Students come early to school to snap up a lonely teacher and vice versa. To me, this is the most fun day of the year. You get to see what kinds of kinks my colleagues are into. Sadly a lot of them are into the vanilla stuff.
