**Detention with Consequences**

I’d always been a good student—until Mr. Hendricks caught me cheating. His office smelled like old books and sweat, the blinds half-closed so the setting sun cast long shadows across his desk. He leaned back in his creaky chair, arms crossed, his thick thighs straining against his slacks. “You know the rules, James,” he said, tapping the stolen exam answers on the desk. “This means expulsion. Unless…”

My stomach twisted. “Unless what?”

His grin was slow, dirty. “Unless you’re willing to make it worth my while to keep quiet.”

I swallowed hard. I knew where this was going. He’d made little comments before, lingering touches when he passed my desk. Now his eyes dragged down my body like he was already undressing me.

“On your knees,” he ordered.

I hesitated—just for a second—before dropping down in front of him. My hands shook as I unbuckled his belt, popped the button on his pants, and tugged them down his hips. His cock was already hard, thick and uncut, the head leaking onto his stomach. The musky scent of him hit me as I leaned in, my lips parting—

Then the door opened behind us.

I jerked back, but Mr. Hendricks just chuckled. “Don’t stop on my account,” Coach Riggs said, shutting the door with a click. He was massive, shoulders blocking the light, his workout shorts barely containing the bulge between his legs.

“You brought *him*?” I gasped.

Mr. Hendricks gripped my hair, forcing me back to his dick. “I brought *friends*,” he corrected, just as Principal Vaughn stepped around the desk, unzipping his fly.

I should’ve run. But the heat between my legs betrayed me, my cock twitching in my jeans. Coach Riggs grabbed my chin, shoving two fingers into my mouth. “Suck,” he grunted.

So I did.

Mr. Hendricks’ cock filled my mouth first, my tongue working under his foreskin as he groaned. Principal Vaughn pressed his dick against my cheek, smearing pre-cum across my skin. “Good boy,” Vaughn murmured, sliding his length between my lips alongside Hendricks’. I choked, spit running down my chin as they fucked my face in turns, the wet sounds loud in the small room.

Then Coach Riggs dragged me up by my hair, spinning me to face the desk. “Pants down,” he growled. I yanked them to my knees just in time for his hand to crack against my ass. I yelped, but he just did it again, my skin stinging. “You’re gonna take what you’re given, slut.”

Mr. Hendricks shoved me forward over the desk, his hands spreading my cheeks. I felt his tongue first, wet and thick, licking from my balls to my hole. I moaned, pushing back as he ate me out, his fingers joining in, stretching me open.

Coach Riggs didn’t wait. He lined his cock up and slammed into me in one brutal thrust. I screamed, my nails digging into the wood as he bottomed out, my ass burning around his girth. “Fuck, he’s tight,” Riggs grunted, pulling out just to pound back in.

Principal Vaughn stepped in front of me, slapping his dick against my lips. “Suck me while you get fucked,” he ordered. I opened up, taking him deep as Riggs pounded into me, each thrust driving Vaughn’s cock harder down my throat.

Mr. Hendricks moved beside me, stroking his dick with one hand while the other twisted my nipple. “You love this, don’t you, James? Being our little toy?” I could only whimper around Vaughn’s cock, my own dick dripping onto the floor.

Then Vaughn pulled out, spitting in my face. “Turn him over,” he said.

They flipped me onto my back, my legs shoved up. Mr. Hendricks mounted me, his cock sinking into my ass where Riggs had been, stretching me all over again. Vaughn straddled my chest, fucking my mouth, while Riggs knelt by my head, jerking off onto my face.

I came untouched, my cock pulsing ropes across my stomach as Hendricks hammered into me. “Take it, you cheating little whore,” he snarled, his balls slapping against me. Then Vaughn groaned, his cum flooding my mouth, hot and salty. Hendricks followed, his thrusts turning erratic before he buried himself deep, filling my ass.

Coach Riggs came last, splashing thick streaks across my forehead.

They pulled out, leaving me wrecked and sticky on the desk. Mr. Hendricks tucked his limp dick away, smirking. “Guess we’ll be seeing more of you after school, huh?”

I could only nod, still trembling.

Best. Detention. Ever.