**The Principal’s Office**

I never thought I’d be in this position—kneeling in front of Principal Ryan, my cock already stiff just from the way his voice drips with command. He doesn’t even have to touch me to make my dick throb. That’s the power of the charm he wields, the way his words slither into my brain and twist my thoughts until all I can think about is obeying him.

“You’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you?” His polished dress shoe nudges my knee, forcing my legs wider. The office smells like leather and authority, and my pulse kicks up as he leans back in his chair, fingers steepled. “Cutting class. Disrespecting teachers. Lucky for you, I’ve got a *special* way of handling troublemakers like you.”

I don’t even realize I’m nodding until he smirks. His voice drops, low and rough. “Good. Now strip.”

My fingers fumble with my shirt buttons, then my belt, until I’m naked and shivering in front of him. My cock stands rigid, already leaking pre-cum just from the weight of his gaze.

“Hands behind your back.”

The moment I obey, he grabs my wrists and loops thick rope around them, cinching tight. My breath catches as he shoves me onto the leather couch, face-down, ass up. His fingers dig into my hips, spreading me open, and I whimper when his thumb presses against my hole.

“You’re going to learn your place today.” His voice is ice and fire at once. “And you’re going to show me just how much you love it.”

I can’t answer—my body burns, torn between fear and desperate need. The first lash of his belt cracks against my ass, making me arch and gasp. Pain splinters into pleasure as he lands another strike, then another, until my skin is on fire.

“Please—” I whine.

“Please what?” He grips my hair, yanking my head back.

“Please, *Sir*,” I choke out, my cock dripping onto the couch.

“Better.”

His fingers slide between my thighs, squeezing my balls until I groan, then back to my hole, pushing in deep. I’m panting, squirming, my cock twitching with every cruel twist of his fingers.

“You’re going to take every inch of me,” he growls, unbuckling his belt. The rustle of fabric, then the slick sound of lube—I whimper when I feel the thick head of his cock press against me.

“Fuck—*fuck*—” I gasp as he sinks in, splitting me open inch by inch. He doesn’t go slow, doesn’t give me time to adjust—just thrusts deep, balls-deep, making me cry out as my body stretches around him.

“That’s it,” he grunts, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “Take it like a good boy.”

His pace is brutal, relentless, pistoning into me until my vision blurs and my cock drools against the leather. Every thrust punches the air from my lungs, leaving me a gasping, whimpering mess.

“You love this,” he sneers, slapping my ass hard. “Love being my little fucktoy, don’t you?”

“*Yes!*” I sob, my body betraying me, my cock throbbing with the need to come.

His fingers dig into my hips as he fucks me harder, deeper, until his rhythm stutters. With a growl, he shoves in to the hilt, his cum flooding me hot and thick.

I’m still trembling when he pulls out, his hand wrapping around my aching cock. Two rough strokes—that’s all it takes before I’m coming with a broken cry, splattering the couch with my release.

He yanks me up by the hair, forcing me to meet his eyes. “You’re mine now. And next time, I’ll bring your sister in here too.”

I shudder, my cock twitching *again* at the thought.

*Fuck.*