Something felt off about Mark, and Megan couldn't ignore it anymore.
He was a PE teacher. It wasn’t a high-paying job, but the hours were usually good, meaning he was almost always home before her. Megan looked forward to walking into the house after a long day and finding him there. But for the past few weeks, he’d been coming home late more often than not. His excuse was always the same – some school event, mandatory teacher meetings, extra practice. At the same time, their sex life had dwindled. Mark was a healthy, virile man; usually, they couldn’t go more than a couple of days without ending up in bed. Lately, though, he seemed exhausted, distant. No amount of coaxing, not even the new lingerie she’d bought, seemed to spark his interest. It worried her.
Friday rolled around again. As the workday wound down, Megan’s department decided on impromptu drinks and dinner. Megan hesitated, wanting to get home to Mark, but her boss insisted everyone join. She texted Mark, letting him know she’d be late.
The restaurant buzzed with pre-weekend energy. Drinks flowed freely. Megan hadn’t intended to drink much, but her colleagues were in high spirits, and she soon found herself several glasses in.
"Hey Megan," Sarah from accounting leaned over, "How come we haven't seen your hot husband picking you up lately?" Several other women chimed in. "Yeah, we miss seeing Mr. Abs around here. Bring him by sometime!"
"Things have been really busy at the school," Megan deflected with a practiced smile.
"Seriously, the last time Mark was here, half the women on this floor were practically drooling out the window," another colleague added dramatically.
"Get your own man, Chloe," Megan retorted playfully.
"Busy at school? Sounds suspicious to me!" joked Dave from marketing.
Megan brushed it off. She knew her husband. He wouldn't cheat. But Dave's comment, coupled with Mark's recent behavior, planted a tiny seed of doubt that alcohol was now watering.
The dinner lasted until nearly midnight. Megan, tipsy and tired, was dropped off at her door by a coworker. She fumbled with her keys for a moment before knocking.
The door opened, revealing Mark's handsome face, etched with concern. "Wow, you had a few. Come on in."
He helped her onto the sofa. "Just sit tight. I'll get you some water."
As Megan sank into the cushions, her head spinning slightly, a notification sound drew her attention. Mark's phone, left on the coffee table, lit up. Megan had never looked through his phone; she trusted him completely. But tonight, fueled by wine and that nagging unease, she picked it up.
It was a text from an unknown number. The preview read:
"Such an eager slut today, weren't you? After pretending you didn't want me fucking you in the supply closet? Moaning loud enough for the whole damn school to hear. Maybe next time I should just invite them in to watch. Getting too much for just one cock to handle!"
Megan's mind struggled to process the words. It felt wrong, dirty. Instinctively, she swiped up, scrolling through the message history with this number. The earliest was from three weeks ago. She started reading.
Alex: My cock needs that hole again. Meet me in the shed after school. Clothes off. Wait for me.
Mark's Reply: You… you said last time was the last time?
Alex: Cut the shit. Who was clinging to my cock begging me not to leave? Said you couldn't live without it? Expect a lifetime of free fucking? Drop the act. Get over there, ass up, and wait.
There was another message from just yesterday, this one sent by Mark:
Mark: Why haven't you been in class? You skip too much more, you're going to get suspended.
Alex: Hehe, don't play innocent, slut. Missing this big cock fucking that tight hole of yours? Getting itchy again?
Mark: How… how dare you talk to your teacher like that! That's not what I meant…
Alex: Isn't it? Fine. Don't come crawling to me begging for cock when I get back tomorrow.
There was a long pause in the conversation, then another message from Mark. It was a photo. Megan could only make out the blurred image – her husband, seemingly naked, lying on their bed, legs spread wide, presenting himself obscenely to the camera.
Alex's Reply:
"Nice pose, slut. Bet that hole is already dripping wet. Just wait till Daddy gets back tomorrow and fucks you raw."
The screen swam before Megan's eyes. Her head pounded. A moment later, she slumped deeper into the sofa and passed out.
The next morning, Megan woke with a splitting headache, the details of the night before hazy. Mark came in, smiling. "Sleeping beauty finally decided to wake up? Got breakfast downstairs. Come and eat."
Looking at his strong back as he walked out, a wave of warmth washed over her. I must have imagined it, she thought, shaking her head. Drunk and paranoid. Mark would never betray me.
Later that day, sitting alone in his office after classes, Mark felt adrift. Alex, that little shit, had fucked him multiple times now. Each time, Mark swore it would be the last, that next time he'd fight back. But then Alex would touch him, fuck him, and the words, the shame, the humiliating pleasure… it was intoxicating, addictive in a way he'd never experienced with a woman. It has to be the drugs, he told himself fiercely, shaking his head. It’s the only explanation. He stood abruptly and headed towards the faculty restroom.
It was during class change, so the restroom was empty. Mark finished his business and was washing his hands when the door swung open, and Alex walked in.
Alex paused, then smirked. "Well, hello there, Mr. Davis."
Mark froze, an unwanted jolt going through him at the sight of the boy. He composed himself, adopting his stern teacher voice. "Shouldn't you be in class, Alex?"
Alex feigned innocence. "Just had to take a leak, teacher. You gonna regulate my bodily functions now? Besides," he added, his voice dropping, eyes glittering with malice, "if I hold it in too long and damage this precious cock, who's gonna be around to scratch your itch?"
"You..." Mark flushed at Alex's blatant crudeness. He decided to ignore him and walked towards the door. He'd barely taken two steps when he saw Alex casually step up to the urinal, flick his dick a couple of times, then drop his pants and boxers in one smooth motion. The familiar, thick, dark cock sprang out, semi-hard but already impressively large.
Mark's eyes locked onto it, unable to look away. Images of that cock invading his body flashed unwanted through his mind.
"See something you like, slut?" Alex's mocking voice snapped Mark back to reality. He quickly averted his gaze. "Who… who's looking…"
"Bullshit. Your eyes were practically glued to my dick," Alex retorted. He finished pissing, then, without pulling his pants up, swaggered towards Mark, his cock swinging. "Lick it clean."
Before Mark fully processed it, he found himself on his knees on the dirty restroom floor, tongue darting out to lap at the dark cock, still slick with drops of urine.
"Ahh… fuck yeah. Having a personal cock-sucking whore is the life. Cleans you right up," Alex moaned. "Lick it good, slut. Get every drop!" His cock began to harden rapidly. He guided it, rubbing the head against Mark's handsome face, the musky scent filling Mark’s nostrils. Mark's own body responded traitorously – his cock straining, his ass beginning to clench and release, growing wet. He reached up almost reverently, cupping the heavy shaft, treating it like a precious object before taking it deep into his mouth.
"Fuck, your mouth is good. Suck hard on it. You learn fast, Mr. Davis. Guess you were born to be a cock-sucking whore after all!" Alex insulted him while grinding his hips, thrusting deep into Mark's throat. Mark went limp, passively accepting the violation, only muffled whimpers escaping him.
BRRRIIING! The sudden, harsh sound of the dismissal bell echoed through the hallway. Footsteps started approaching the restroom.
"Fuck, cockblock," Alex muttered, annoyed. He quickly pulled his cock out, yanked up his pants, and zipped them. "Storage shed after school," he commanded, turning to Mark. "Be ready for me to fuck you senseless." He strode out of the restroom without a backward glance.
Mark spent the rest of the afternoon in his office in a daze. Was it his imagination, or was his ass constantly tingling, itching? His cock stayed stubbornly half-hard, and his thoughts kept circling back to Alex's thick, dark shaft... "Damn it... what the hell did he drug me with? The effect is so strong..."
When the final bell rang, Mark gathered his things. After a moment's hesitation, he went to the locker room and changed into the tight-fitting athletic shirt and leggings he usually wore for workouts. He walked numbly towards the athletics storage shed. Alex was already there, leaning against a stack of mats, waiting.
"Took you long enough! Come here. Put this on." Alex held out a black blindfold. Mark's lips pressed into a thin line, but he took it, tying it securely over his eyes.
"Good. Now crawl over here and suck my cock. Get it nice and hard for me before I fuck you." Alex's voice dripped with contemptuous authority. Mark suppressed a wave of humiliation and slowly got down on his hands and knees, crawling towards the sound of Alex's voice. Soon, his face brushed against something hard. The pungent, male scent filled his nostrils, sending an unwanted shiver through him. He fumbled with his hands, locating Alex's zipper and pulling it down, then tugging down his pants. A thick, hot shaft slapped against his cheek. Overwhelmed by the scent and his own Pavlovian response, Mark greedily latched onto the cock, taking it deep into his mouth.
Alex grunted in pleasure, gripping Mark's hair, controlling the pace. "Look at you, so eager. Tastes good, doesn't it?"
Mark pulled back slightly, mumbling around the cock, "Yes… big cock tastes so good…"
Alex felt a surge of smug satisfaction. Seeing this powerful, muscular man kneeling like a dog, servicing him so desperately, was an incredible turn-on.
Mark sucked harder, feeling the familiar itch in his ass intensify. He squirmed uncomfortably. "Mmm… Itches…"
"Your hole is getting itchy again, huh?"
"Mmm… Please… big cock help…"
Alex pulled his cock out of Mark's mouth. "Since you're being such a good slut… turn that ass around!"
Mark scrambled to obey, turning and arching his back, presenting his ass. He reached back himself, pulling down his leggings, exposing his round, firm glutes. The cleft between his cheeks was visibly damp.
Blindfolded, Mark waited, poised. Nothing happened. Just as he was about to speak, a hard, thick object rammed violently into his ass, driving deep inside. The force nearly knocked him off balance.
"Ahhh… so deep… Big cock… too deep… slow down…" Mark gasped, his body bucking wildly with the force of the thrusts, his voice choked and broken.
The assault from behind didn't slow. Each thrust felt like it was trying to split him in two.
Mark was being utterly ravaged. Usually, Alex played with him, gradually increasing the intensity. This was different – brutal, relentless, each stroke hitting a deep, agonizingly pleasurable spot.
"No… Alex… today… you fuck so good… so hard… Big cock feels… amazing…" Mark couldn't help the loud, desperate moans.
Suddenly, Alex's mocking voice came from in front of him. "Having fun back there, slut? Enjoying that big cock fucking your tight hole?"
Mark froze. He ripped the blindfold off, twisting his head around. The man pounding into him wasn't Alex. It was another young man, muscular, with a cruel smirk and a long, thin scar running down his cheek.
"Ha! Never thought the school's ice-cold hunk of a PE teacher was such a whore deep down! Begging for cock like this!" The man behind him kept thrusting, his hips working like pistons.
"You're… Jake..." Mark finally recognized him. Jake Riley, president of the martial arts club. Built, maybe five-foot-ten, known for hanging out with Alex and getting into fights off-campus.
"You enjoying my service, Mr. Davis?" Jake sneered.
Mark instinctively tried to pull away, but Jake grabbed his wrists, yanking them painfully behind his back, forcing Mark's body into a strained arch.
"Aahh… Let go… Alex… you… you let someone else…"
Jake grunted, pulling his cock almost all the way out before slamming it back in. "Playing innocent, slut? Look at the state you're in, dripping wet for my big cock!"
Alex laughed from nearby. "So, Jake? How's Mr. Davis's famous ass feel?"
Jake kept pounding relentlessly. "Yeah, tighter than most whores I've fucked! Didn't know a man's hole could grip like this!"
"Told you it was good," Alex gloated. "That's a natural slut-hole. Born to take cock. Doesn't matter how much you fuck it, it stays tight!"
Mark flushed crimson at their degrading conversation, but the overwhelming pleasure radiating from his violated ass made it impossible to protest.
Alex, watching the scene, couldn't restrain himself any longer. He walked up to Mark's face, holding his own thick, dark erection out. "Open wide, slut. Lick my cock clean!"
Mark dazedly opened his mouth, allowing Alex to thrust his cock inside. Attacked from both ends, Mark felt waves of intense pleasure crash over him. He tried to moan, but Alex's cock muffled the sound into desperate whimpers.
Jake hammered into Mark for several more minutes before pulling out abruptly. "Shit… that tight hole almost made me blow. Your turn, Alex. I need a break." Alex nodded, moving behind Mark, aligning his own thick cock with the abused entrance, and thrusting home.
Just as Mark had a split second of relief, another massive cock filled him. He cried out, the sound quickly morphing back into a moan.
"So, slut," Alex panted in his ear, "Mine or Jake's? Which cock fucks you better?"
Mark, utterly exhausted, gasped, "Both… both good… Two big cocks… fuck my hole so good…"
Jake pulled up a folding chair, sat down in front of Mark, and lit a cigarette. He gestured towards his own cock, still slick with Mark’s fluids. Mark numbly lowered his head and began licking Jake's cock clean. It was thick and heavily veined, brutally masculine. As he licked, Alex continued to pound him from behind, Mark's face buried in Jake's coarse pubic hair, struggling for breath. His own cock twitched violently. Finally, sobbing, he cried out, "Can't… cumming…" Thick ropes of semen shot from his cock onto the dirty floor.
"Tsk, tsk, the slut came again just from being fucked. Guess you really love cock up your ass, huh?" Alex laughed, squeezing Mark's ass cheeks hard.
Jake added, "Man whores get hornier than women sometimes. Look at him. Bet we could bring in a few more guys right now, and he'd take them all."
Mark tried to protest, "No… don't want…"
Alex slapped both his ass cheeks sharply. "Don't want it? Then why is your slut hole leaking even more now?"
Mark hung his head in shame, whimpering, "I… I didn't… It's just… you fuck… your big cock is too good… fucks so hard… My hole didn't know… a kid your age… could fuck like that… split me open… feels too good…"
"Fuck!" Alex groaned, aroused by the confession. He picked up his pace. "Take it, slut! I'm gonna shoot!"
Mark screamed back, "Big cock… Yes… Shoot it deep… Fill my hole with your cum…"
Alex slammed into him a final few times, then unloaded deep inside. Moments later, he pulled out, still hard, and sat down next to Jake. Jake, now hard again from the spectacle and Mark's recent ministrations, grabbed Mark's head and fucked his mouth until he roared and came all over Mark's face.
Mark knelt weakly between the two students, forced to clean both of their cocks with his mouth. Jake laughed. "Good little whore. Lick it all up. There's plenty more where that came from." Mark trembled but kept his head down, diligently cleaning the two cocks that had just violated him.
When he was finally done, Alex and Jake stood up, pulled up their pants, and walked out, leaving Mark completely exhausted, kneeling alone on the dirty warehouse floor. His cute manly pussy kept squirting out the deep-pumped cum with absolute satisfaction.
