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Lucas Goode walked down the hallway. His cheeks were red with embarrassment. His XL shorts could still barely cover it. The entire football team watched as he walked down the hallway to the principal's office that day. His massive ass jiggled with every step. He could feel the fabric of his shorts hitching closer to his hole. It was driving him nuts.
“Just wait for him in there,” the Maplewood High School receptionist told Lucas as he walked in the door of Principal Clarke’s office. The office had old maple wood and a large leather couch on one side. Two tiny hardwood chairs sat in front of a massive desk. Principal Clarke’s chair was empty but looked huge to Lucas.
“Well, well, well,” a deep voice boomed from behind Lucas, making the hairs on his neck stand up.
“Mr. Clarke, I’m so sorry,” Lucas whimpered out weakly.
“Just have a seat, Mr. Goode.”
“I’m just going to call you Lucas, alright boy?”
“Yes, sir. That’s ok.”
Principal Clarke was a massive man with a massive jaw. His 5 o’clock shadow was grey and black. He wore a black suit every day to school. He would strut up and down the hallway of Maplewood high with the top button of his shirt undone. You could see his chesthair through it. And a gold cross.
“Distractions are not welcome here at Maplewood, Lucas,” Principal Clarke started.
“You need to dress appropriately for school.”
Principal Clarke gave Lucas a stern look that proved too much for the whimpering teenage boy. He burst out in tears, his shoulders heaving with sobs.
“I’m so sorry, sir…I just… it’s just too big… and I tried to get a larger size…but the lady at Target…she said–”
“Shut up, Lucas. Quit whining. You’re a man, after all, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Stand up.”
“Yes, sir.”
Lucas stood up quickly, his ass jiggling as he did so. He was about 5’8. Principal Clarke could see Lucas’s ass even from his front view.
“Turn around, boy.”
Lucas turned.
“Stop right there,” Clarke said as Lucas faced away from him. Clarke couldn’t believe the ass on this kid. So big. It looked like his shorts were about to burst open. He stood up and made his way behind the boy.
“You know you really should not be parading this slutty ass all around school, boy.”
“Sir???? Slutty sir?” Lucas asked meekly.
“Slutty, boy.”
“UNGGHGHH, FUCK!” Lucas screamed as he felt Principal Clarke’s massive hand start massaging his ass.
“You were just asking for it, weren’t you bitch?”
“NO SIR! FUCK!!! UNGH! PLEASE–”
“Shut the FUCK up, boy,” Clarke whispered as he put his hand over Lucas’s mouth. At the same time, he kept feeling the boy’s juicy ass. His 9-inch cock growing harder by the second.
Then, something happened Clarke never expected. Lucas’s body started responding. His ass pressed against his dick, and he let out a soft moan.
“You like Daddy’s attention, don’t you faggot?”
Lucas moaned in response but didn’t say anything. Clarke brought his other hand up and wrapped it around Lucas’s neck. At the same time, Clarke started circling his thick thumb around Lucas’s fat red lips. He could feel the boy’s hot breathy moans on his skin. His cock was rock hard now. Dripping even.
“Please–” Lucas whispered out.
“Please, what?” Clarke asked, moving his hands down to Lucas’s puffy pink nipples. Playing with them through his white t-shirt.
“Oh FUCK!”
“I said, SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Clarke whispered again.
“Now tell Daddy what you want, bitch”
“I can’t!!!” Lucas said. His body resisted him. He couldn’t help but feel his 4-inch cock start dripping. He could feel it ache every time Principal Clarke’s stubble rasped against his neck. Every time Lucas saw Clarke’s massive hands and fingers enter his mouth, his dick would spurt out a bit of precum. Lucas was in heaven and in hell.
“Please don’t make me say it, Daddy!!!”
“Too bad bitch.”
Clarke shoved his index and middle finger all the way to the back of Lucas’s throat, making him gag. At the same time, Clarke grabbed Lucas’s tiny leaking dick.
“Jesus christ,” Clarke laughed at Lucas’s tiny junk.
“Looks like you’re not really a man after all, faggot.”
“What is this, hahahahaha.”
Lucas turned bright red with shame. He felt so vulnerable. So exposed by Clarke. It made his little dicklet even harder. He was leaking so much now. His shorts had a giant wet spot in the front.
“Fucking leaking like a cunt,” Clarke whispered in Lucas’s ear.
“Like a fucking dripping cunt, girl.”
“Unghhhhh guuuuh,” Lucas groaned.
Clark took the wet fingers at the back of Lucas’s throat and slid them down the back of his shorts to his slutty hole. It was so tight. Clarke felt it pulse and quiver at his touch. He could tell Lucas had never been touched here. He had to have it.
“This is your pussy, bitch, you know that?”
“Yes, Daddy, oh fuck!”
“You know that Daddy wants to fuck this pussy, faggot?”
“Oh god please don’t Daddy–”
“Too bad, fag.”
Lucas tried to squirm and get away from Clarke. It was hopeless. Clarke was massive. He was 6’5 and coached the football team at Maplewood. He easily overpowered Lucas and turned him towards him.
“You’re gonna be begging for it after the first thrust, slut.”
With that, Clarke kissed Lucas. His tongue slid down Lucas’s throat and drove Lucas wild. With his middle finger, Principal Clarke started to make small circles around Lucas’s pussy. Feeling how smooth, how tight. Clarke’s cock pulsed against the fabric of his suit.
Lucas groaned again, his lust taking over once again. He succumbed to the kiss and the fingering. He couldn’t help it. He felt like a girl. Like a slut. Like he needed cock in his pussy, just like Principal Clarke said.
“Fuckkkkkk meeee,” Lucas finally moaned out accidentally.
Clarke paused. He looked at Lucas, whose eyes were full of lust.
Then Clarke spat on Lucas’s face and slapped him.
“Faggot.”
