Punishing Bryan

Every red head I've ever known had a mischievous side, i.e. Price Harry in Vegas.  Bryan was no exception. He was quite the show off, but with good reasons.  He was very attractive, athletic, and smart.  He had a quick wit that often got him in trouble.  He spent as much time in the dean's office as in class.  

One day, he decided to moon the principle while he was giving a talk about sexual promiscuity in their school, it had become a real problem.  The dean was chastising the girls for dressing like "Ladies of the evening."  That's when Bryan stood up and dropped his pants.  Little did he know the dean, Mr. Willard was  close by.  He was grabbed before he could pull his pant up.  

With his underwear barely covering his cock and his jeans down around his knees, he was dragged out of the auditorium to the dean's office.  He was forced to stand there just like he was, until the principle's speech was over. 

The auditorium doors opened and the students filed out past the dean's office window.  They all pointed and laughed, but Bryan seemed to be enjoying the attention.  He even began getting a boner until the dean made him pull his pants up.  

The dean stepped out of his office and plucked three girl who were the epidemy of the problem.  Their skirts were ridiculously short and their pumps were ridiculously high.  He brought them into his office.  They argued at first, but he told them they wouldn't regret it.  He ushered them in and offered them a drink of ginger ale. 

Moments later, the principle, Mr. Strum stormed in.  The dean quickly took him aside and whispered something to him.

Mr. Strum began to smile deviously.  They turned toward Bryan who was chatting it up with the girls.  He ordered Bryan to strip.  Bryan balked, but after he received a hard lash across his thigh with a switch, he did as instructed.  Mr. Strum and Mr. Willard tied his ankles and wrists.  Then Mr. Strum laid him over his knees and began giving him a good hand spanking.  

The girl were laughing it up.  Bryan, at first was enjoying his exposure and wasn't bothered at all by the slaps to his ass.  Soon though, it began  to burn.  Mr. Strum turned him over to the younger Mr. Willard.  Now Bryan's ass was really on fire.  The girls seemed to really enjoy his pain.  They had started to get tired of his constant hitting on them.  

One of the girl's purses fell over.  Out poured all here crap, including a rather long fat vibrator.  Mr. Strum chewed her out for bring it to class.  He confiscated it and sent them out.  Then he looked at Mr. Willard slapping Bryan's butt and gave him a really evil grin.  Mr. Willard smiled back.  He continued burning up Bryan's ass while Mr. Strum located a bottle of hand lotion.  

Mr. Strum coated the vibrator with the hand lotion.  Mr. Willard stopped spanking Bryan.  He told Bryan to bend over the end of his desk.  Mr. Strum inserted the vibrator.  Bryan yipped bucked, but the vibrator slid right in.  Mr. Strum was rather surprised at how easily the long thick object slid past Bryan's sphincter. 

Then he turned it on.  Bryan's eyes got as big as saucers.  His cock rose to full erection in just a second.  Mr. Strum and Mr. Willard sat back and watched as the young man began to sweat profusely.  Clear beads of lube oozed from his cock, dropping to the floor in long strings.  The vibrator started to slip out.  Mr. Willard reached in his bottom desk drawer and pulled out a roll of duct tape.  He tore off a long strip and shoved the vibrator back in, taping across Bryan's beet red butt cheeks.  

Bryan began to moan.  The sweat poured off his face.  Mr. Willard moved everything to the other end of his desk just in time for Bryan to cum all over the other end.  They didn't let Bryan touch his cock or move at all.  When Bryan's orgasm was over, they wiped off the desk and began going over the budget.  Bryan whimpered.  He was still being stimulated by the vibrator.  His body shuttered several time, then his cock began to grow again.  "Please let me go." he begged, but they ignored him. 

He began to whimper and moan as his cock started to bob up and down.  Mr. Willard leaned back and moved the budget to the side.  Bryan's cock exploded again.  Once again, Mr. Willard and Mr. Strum began discussing the budget after wiping off the desk.  

Nearly thirty minutes later, Bryan's knees buckled and he slumped back on the floor.  His cock jerked and a few spurts of thin cum shot out onto his chest.  

Mr. Willard and Mr. Strum discussed whether or not to let him go.  Finally, they decided to let him remove the vibrator.

Bryan pulled the machine out.  His eye grew wide and he ran into the restroom nearest the dean's office.  They weren't worried about anyone seeing him, school had been out for some time.  Mr. Willard calmly walked to the restroom.  Bryan was in a stall moaning.  "You okay?"

"Yeah, when that thing came out, everything else wanted to to." Bryan said.

"It sure went in easy." Mr. Willard said.  He was mocking Bryan, but at the same time he was hoping Bryan would explain it.

"It was really slick." Bryan said.

"I think you've had things up there before." Mr. Willard challenged.

"I'm not gay.  I don't get fucked if that's what you're implying." Bryan said.

"But you've had something in there." Mr. Willard insisted.

"Okay, I've experimented some." Bryan confessed.

"Seems like you liked it." Mr. Willard said.

"I guess." Bryan admitted.

"I guess you can have that vibrator then." Mr. Willard.  The toilet flushed and Bryan came out.  His cock was semi hard.  

"What made you do that to me?" Bryan asked.  He fought back a smile.

"The devil made me do it." Mr. Willard joked.

"The devil, Mr. Strum." Bryan said.  They both smiled.  No one was very fond of Mr. Strum.  He was a bigoted hypocrite.  He preached all the time, but had been married three times and was investigated for having an affair with a student at anther school.  He talked trash about Mr. Willard when ever he wasn't around, even sometimes in front of students.  Mr. Willard was the opposite.  He was fun, honest and kind but strict.

"What other kind of stuff does the devil make you do?" Bryan asked.  Mr. Willard was amused by how quickly Bryan recovered from being humiliated to being cheeky again.

"Stuff you wouldn't understand." Mr. Willard answered.  Bryan walked right up to him, only inches from his face.  

"You'd be surprised what I understand Mr. Willard.  You'd be shocked." Bryan said.  His nose almost touched Mr. Willard's.

"You're something else Bryan.  If only you'd behave." Mr. Willard said.  He didn't let Bryan intimidate him.  He stood his ground even when their noses touched.

"I wouldn't get to spend so much time with you." Bryan said.

"If that's what you want, there are better ways to get it." Mr. Willard said.

"You know what I want." Bryan said straight faced.  His hand slid up Mr. Willard's thigh to his crotch.  

"I thought you weren't gay." Mr. Willard said, unshaken.

"I'm bi." Bryan said.  His other hand slid under Mr. Willard's jacket.  He slid his hand up Mr. Willard's side to his pec..  He squeezed the hard muscle.  Mr. Willard still didn't react.  

"You know this is against the rules." Mr. Willard said.

"Since when have I cared about rules." Bryan said.

"You may not, but I do." Mr. Willard argued.  Bryan's face suddenly looked sad.  He kissed Mr. Willard on the mouth, but once again there was no reaction.  For once in his life, Bryan was rattled.  The corner of his mouth turned down.  He bottom lip thinned.  His forehead between his eyes wrinkled.

"I thought you liked me." Bryan said.

"I do." Mr. Willard said.  After a few seconds of silence, he said, "I could like you a lot more."

"What do I have to do?" Bryan said.

"This is your senior year.  You've got good grades.  You just screw it all up by fooling around.  You can change all that in time for college.  Do that, and when you graduate, I'll  be ready for you." Mr. Willard said.

"Can I still come see you?" Bryan asked.

"Sure, but that's all we will do." Mr. Willard said.

"Then I guess I'll take that vibrator.  I'll need something till I have you." Bryan said.  He kissed Mr. Willard's lips softly, sincerely.  They walked back to Mr. Willard's office.  Mr. Strum lectured him for ten minutes, the left.  Bryan was finally able to dress and leave.  He took the vibrator with him.  

Mr. Willard sat at his desk staring at a drop of cum he'd missed wiping off.  He looked at the calendar and sighed.  It was only January.  How could he maintain his strength and resist the sizzling red head until after graduation?  What then?