Jon sat at his desk and looked at the framed photo on his desk. It was a picture from their last vacation to the mountains of West Virginia. As he looked at the picture, he saw the entire scene. They had just hiked up a small portion of the Appalachian trail and came to a lookout point. Jon spent the hike staring at Michelle in her short tan shorts that seemed to hug her body perfectly. With that she had worn a green tank top and over that was a green and yellow flannel to protect from a chill. As they had hiked, she shed the flannel and had it wrapped around her waist. He was always captivated by her looks. In this picture she had her hair in a ponytail, but she usually chose to let it flow easily over her shoulders in soft curls. When it did this, it framed her small face perfectly. Her eyes shone brightly and even a small flash would appear as a bright starburst in her eye's reflection.
She suffered from Heterochromia, it's not a disease or anything cosmic, she just has two different colored eyes. The difference is not that noticeable, but one eye is green, and one is blue. When she's in a good mood they shimmer like diamonds. Her nose is perfectly sloped to match her face and her lips seem to be in a constant smile. More than once Jon has caught others looking her over like she was on the menu.
He recalled walking up the trail and passing random people and a few times a small group of boys. With this thought he looked around at his class that was coming in and taking their seats. He then went back to the picture on the desk and thought about those groups. There had been one group that looked like they were about the same age as the boys he taught on a regular basis in his Philosophy classes. They had stopped them on the trail and had talked specifically with Michelle and seemed to all but ignore him. Each of them took the chance to try and touch her in an innocent way or an accidental brush. Michelle was caught off-guard and Jon could tell she was uncomfortable. He stepped in and the boys moved on. As they walked away, they called back to Jon, "Take care of her old man! Or else we would be happy to!"
'What is that supposed to mean?' Jon had thought. They then used the lookout as a picture opportunity and he now held the proof of that trip in his hands. He placed the picture back on his desk and stood up to address the class. Just then he saw two boys from the class stand up and push each other.
"You fucked my girlfriend you piece of shit!" Said a tall guy that was about 19 years old, before he threw a wild punch at a black guy that looked the same age.
"I fuckin' told ya. If you ain't gonna take care of her then I would. That wasn't a threat motherfucker." He said back as he dodged the punch and returned a hard blow that caused the tall guy to go unconscious and fall to the ground.
"Get OUT of my class now!" Jon yelled at the boy and pointed to the exit of his class room. He then thought back to the hike and realized that those boys on the trail had meant the same thing. "Take him to the clinic, and for the rest of you read Chapter 15 on Aristotle and Socrates teachings and I want a paper on my desk before next class. It will discuss their similarities and differences. Class for the day is cancelled." He told them all before sitting back in his chair and staring at the picture again.
"See ya later Boss Man!" He heard and looked up to see a handsome young man. He wore nice clothes and seemed to carry himself with an heir of superiority. Jon hated him already and didn't know why. He simply waved at him dismissively. Once the last person had left, he picked up the picture and thought about the scenario. They had been in the middle of nowhere. If those boys had wanted to have their way with Michelle, he wouldn't have been able to stop them.
He felt his pants go tight and he looked around the room to ensure that he was alone before he unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. He closed his eyes and remembered what actually happened then he imagined a scenario where the boys had pushed him down and threatened him with violence as they then stripped Michelle naked and had her pressed against a tree. Jon imagined watching on helplessly as each one took turns fucking her hard and leaving her full of their cum, before walking away down the trail. It took only a few minutes from the time he started imaging to the moment his cock erupted in a fountain of cum. 'Where did that thought come from?' He thought to himself as he reached for his gym bag under his desk and used his workout shirt to clean the cum from his cock and his hand.
As his dick slowly deflated, he felt guilty for this fantasy. He looked at her picture with her smiling face and said he was sorry and that it wouldn't happen again. He grabbed his keys and bag and headed for the door. As he locked the door and turned to walk away, he saw that same handsome kid close by. He walked right by him and nodded his acknowledgement. The young man waited for his professor to pass then returned to the class. He pulled out a ring of keys and found the correct one before he unlocked the door.
His name was Richard Able III. He didn't need to go to school and he didn't care about the classes. He used them to find willing women and other students that he could use as a part of his group's enjoyment. He had watched from the doorway earlier as his teacher Mr. Peterson excused the class then stared at a picture and jerked off. Rich wanted to see what he was looking at to jerk off so fiercely. The keys were easily explained away. He was a rich kid and his dad had paid for parts of the school, so this afforded him with a free pass. Rich had stolen the janitors keys last year and though the janitor knew it was him and told the president of the school, nothing ever happened to him. In fact, it was the janitor that lost his job because of his careless loss of the keys.
Rich let himself into the room and walked down the stairs. He then approached the desk and lifted the framed picture. Looking back at him was the boring old professor and a woman that was out of his league. He lithe frame stood out in her tank top as the scenery behind her failed to match the looks that she produced. He could see the outline of a bra under the tank top, but it didn't seem like her breasts were all that large. At most they were A possibly B-cup breasts. He took the photo with him as he left the class. He had decided that this woman was going to be his groups new toy. He loved taking wives from men and this one was going to be especially nice.
"Boys! Boys! Listen up! Pass this picture around and vote on her." Rich said as he stood at the pulpit in the foyer of their prestigious club. It was an old club, so old in fact that many people said it dated back to the Revolutionary War. The building was stately and grand. It was a mansion paid for with previous members' dues.
The front was a single wooden door that stood eight feet tall and four feet wide. The hard red wood of the front door was a portal to a large foyer that was decorated in warm reds. The left and right led to similar rooms that would have been used as sitting and receiving rooms respectively. Now it was used as a submission room and a video room. In front of the foyer was a stair case that climbed halfway up then split in two, leading to separate landings. This in turn led to individual rooms for its youngest members and a spacious bedroom in each room.
