This is just a short story I wrote, in between longer stories. Enjoy!
God, there seems to be no end to such a Friday afternoon. Mr. Van Rijn fortunately has not yet asked about homework.
"Sir, have you checked our homework yet?", I hear Timo's voice ask.
Shit, what an asshole. That jerk obviously did all his homework obediently. I look at Timo and pull an annoyed face.
He throws me back a knowing, arrogant grin.
"Yes Timo," says Mr. Van Rijn, "except for Sander's homework. I haven't received that yet."
"You will get it as soon as possible sir. ", my head runs red.
Meanwhile, I can just feel Timo's narrowing gaze piercing my neck. When I look at him again, his grin has gotten even a little meaner. "Jerk," I bite him in a whisper.
Just from under his table he raises his middle finger at me.
"Fine Sander, I expect your homework on my desk first thing Monday morning.", says Mr. Van Rijn, "Oh, and Sander, next week you will work with Timo on the project for History. Timo has already started, so you can hook up nicely."
God damn it! That too. "Yes Mr. Van Rijn" my voice sounds resigned.
Timo just looks at me smiling broadly, mocking me with that hot dominant face of his.
The afternoon doesn't seem to pass, but when I finally get to the bike rack to grab my bike, Timo steps up to me and says, "Sunday afternoon you come to my house, we can talk through the project," his tone is one as if commanding is the most natural thing in the world. It's not a question; he doesn't seem to expect an answer. I look at him in bewilderment. What is he thinking? That I'm one of the guys in his entourage?
But Timo is already walking to his own bike. He still turns his head to me, "I can help you with your homework too, Sander. Damn! Was that a wink he gave me?
I'm bummed. There goes my weekend. And then I also must go to that lousy Timo's on Sunday. I could just not go, I think to myself. But that's not a good idea. Timo is the popular guy at school. If I don't come on Sunday, he'll make sure I have everyone against me.
With fresh reluctance, I ring Timo's doorbell in the early afternoon. Soon the door is opened. Timo is standing in the door opening. God, how good-looking he is. He is tall, muscular, but not overly so. His blond hair is shaved short in a cool haircut. The green-blue eyes look at me sternly. The lips of his mouth are also stern, thin, yet sensual. A red rugby shirt accentuates his boyish, tough stature. His light blue bleached jeans are super tight, showing off his firm thighs. The crotch of the tight pants unabashedly shows a hefty bulge.
At least half a minute must have passed, and there is still a silence between us. He studied me as much as I studied him.
He looks at his watch for a moment. "Nice. You're on time. Come on in.", his tone is businesslike.
"Sit down," there is authority in Timo's voice as he indicates an armchair to me. I hesitate if I should just follow these orders. It’s not worth the trouble; I consider and take a seat.
Timo walks to the kitchen and gets a glass of water, which he sets down on the side table next to me without asking. He takes a seat in the armchair across from me. He fumbles briefly in his pocket to grab his phone and then spreads his legs wide.
"Let's get started" says Timo as he looks at the screen of his phone. What follows is a primal monologue about the history project. His deep baritone drones matter-of-factly on the situation, but it doesn't really get through me. I am terribly distracted by the huge bulge in Timo's crotch right in front of me.
"Are you paying attention Sander?", annoyance dripping from his voice.
I'm tired of this game of his. "No." It comes out more confidently than I expected.
"Oh?", his tone is sarcastic, with one hand squeezing the bulge in his crotch. "Are you perhaps distracted by something?"
"I'm not in the mood for this," I gesture to stand.
"Stay put!", his voice is not loud, but dominant and sharp. His eyes are compelling. I hesitate a little too long and now it is too late. I remain seated.
"I'm tired of your games," he says.
"Games?", I exclaim indignantly, "Who is playing games here?"
"For months you've been secretly spying on me, for times you've been secretly lusting after me," Timo speaks softly, but anger and threat can be heard. "Every time I approach you pull away.You undermine me."
"Undermine you?", I ask, not entirely free of sarcasm. What is this guy thinking?
"Shut up Sander and listen," weirdly enough, his eyes now softened.
"Yes Timo," I say shyly. Shit! Where did this come from?
"All this time I see how you struggle with everything. You never finish your homework. You're an outcast with the group. Even though you have so much going for you. And all this time you look wistfully at me. When I give you a helping hand you bite it. What do you want from me Sander?"
" I ... I don't know," I stammer.
"You do know Sander. Tell me." Timo’s gaze leaves no room for contradiction.
"Yeah, okay, it's true, I'm hot for you!" My voice sounds louder than I intended.
"And beyond that?" he asks calmly.
"Beyond that?”, do I really need to tell him this now? "You are so perfect, so organized." Do I dare to say it? "So... dominant." Crap, I said it anyway.
A grin appears on Timo's face. Not smiling, but relieved and understanding.
"And that appeals to you Sander?", his voice sounds almost tender now, "Dominant?"
"Yes Timo." I slam my eyes down and blood rushes to my cheeks. "I think I need that."
Timo gets up and walks over to me and lifts me up. "It's okay boy. Go upstairs with me. I'll give you what you need and desire."
Arriving upstairs, Timo sits on his bed and I stand in front of him.
"You've kept me waiting for months and now you expect me to help you without question, Sander?"
"No, Timo." I lower my gaze and I see that huge, hot bulge in his crotch, his cock and balls clearly outlined.
"Are you staring at my dick?"
"Yes Timo." I say honestly. Shall I ask? "Can I suck your cock?" There is no turning back ... what if he says no ....
An approving grin graced Timo's face. "Not until I’ve put you properly in your place. Don't you think you deserve a good spanking on your bare ass for your behavior?"
Blood rushes to my cock upon hearing his words. "Yes Timo, I deserve that."
Timo taps his lap invitingly. "Pants down, you’ll get a good spanking on your bare ass."
Am I sure about this? Timo looks so stern. But I obey anyway.
With my bare rear end, I lie across Timo's lap, vulnerable with my ass up; my new Dominant makes no bones about it. With one hand he holds me firmly in his grip. With the other hand he deals out mercilessly hard slaps in a calm and unruffled rhythm. At first it feels pleasant and warm, but soon it becomes uncomfortable. Timo has obviously done this before. I wonder how many boy buttocks have already been allowed to experience Timo's stern hand.
"You horny little slut! You thought you could get off on me and then just keep turning me down?"
"That was wrong of me Timo!"
" Damn right it was. And I’m going to make you feel just how wrong."
Timo increases the rhythm and intensity of his spanking. It becomes unbearable. I wiggle my ass, trying to shield my burning cheeks with my hand, but it's no use—Timo holds me tight and traps my wrists in his grip. I have no choice but to take his discipline. Tears well up in my eyes. My mind is completely consumed by the punishment.
"Good, Sander. Let it all go." His voice is tender, almost loving. But his discipline remains relentless. I sob and cry over his lap until he finally lifts me up, pulling me into his embrace, pressing a kiss against my lips.
Then he unzips his pants, pulling out his stiff cock.
"From now on, I'm going to make sure you enjoy doing your homework with me. “
