Tannin's tail slithered around on the ground as he tapped his fingernail against his desk. The smell of pencil shavings and cheap plastic saturated the room. The students were restless. The lunch bell was going to sound any minute, and Mr. Holland was loathe to try and calm the herd before feeding time. Tannin took a deep breath, before he walked up towards the teacher. Mr. Holland looked up from his ungraded papers at Tannin.
	“Yes, Tannin? What is it?”
	Tannin's tail twitched as he glanced over at the storage cubbies. He felt a twinge of guilt in his tummy, knowing that he was about to lie right to Mr. Holland's face. The feeling subsided once he remembered what else he planned to do today.
	“Mr. Holland, could I get my jacket out of the storage cubby? I'm, uh, feeling kinda cold!”
	The young man furrowed his brow in mild annoyance. “You know that you're not allowed in the cubbies except before recess or after class. But fine, just stay quiet that I let you do this, alright? I don't want everyone thinking the rules don't matter in this classroom.”
	“Yes, Mr. Holland! Thank you!”
	Tannin jogged over to the cubby, his tail swishing left and right as he crossed the tiled floor. He could feel Mr. Holland following him with his eyes. He pulled his jacket out, a big, puffy blue one with a torn sleeve, and began rummaging through the pockets. He glanced back at his teacher. He had returned to grading papers. Tannin bit his lip.
	The boy reached into the left inner pocket and pulled out a small sandwich baggy. Inside the clear plastic were three white-grey pills shaped like diamonds. Tannin threw the jacket on and, patting it down, he slipped the baggy into his right pocket. With the pills in tow, Tannin quietly walked back to his school desk.
	Now I just need to wait till he refills his coffee. He isn't gonna know what hit him!
	Tannin giggled fiendishly to himself, his tail miming his laughter on the floor. He felt a slight stirring between his legs. He, with little subtlety, curled his tail up over his crotch. He glanced down.
	“Hee hee hee. Booooner~!”
	Tannin gave himself a little rub, snickering.
	Mr. Holland pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Cutting through the chatter of the classroom, his chair screeched as he pushed away from his desk, the old wooden legs scraping across the tiled floor. After crossing he room, the teacher poured the bitter black into his porcelain white mug. Savoring a slow sip, Mr. Holland walked back to his desk. 
	Tannin's tail swished across the floor, flicking back and forth. This was it! He glanced at the clock. Five till noon. Tannin hummed pensively. Maybe he could throw something around the corner? He needed to get Mr. Holland-
	The secretary Mrs. Cartright came striding into the room, holding a few papers. She poked her head around the corner, a sloppy bun of amber hair shifting slightly on her head.
	“Mr. Holland, could I have a moment? We have to make a new copy of your driver's license. The new intern just saved over the staff records on accident.”
	“Can't find good help anymore, huh Mary? Alright, I'm coming. It's almost lunch anyway.”
	Mr. Holland set his mug down after a deep swig. He walked out after the secretary. Tannin almost launched himself from his seat. It was now or never.
	The boy slid his fingers into the little plastic baggy tucked into his pocket, plucking a tiny grey pill out of it. He looked into the coffee cup, catching his own reflection in the black brew. He swallowed dryly, a single bead of sweat rolling down his forehead.
	“No turning back.”
	Tannin flicked the pill into the coffee, watching a stream of tiny bubbles rise from the bottom as it began dissolving. The boy grabbed Mr. Holland's spoon and began stirring the coffee until the bubbles subsided. The bell let out a tinny klaxon and the students rose from their seats in unison. Tannin set the spoon back down on top of the desk. His figure, save for his long tail, drifted back into the throng of hungry children. The boy took one last glance at Mr. Holland as he walked back into the room. As Tannin  walked out into the courtyard, he saw his teacher take a deep gulp of his coffee.
	The Pikachu watch on Tannin's wrist read noon exactly as he stepped onto the damp grass. He started jogging towards the cafeteria.
	“Twenty minutes. I better eat quick.”
-

	James Holland set his pencil down, taking another sip of coffee. He smacked his lips together. The taste was...off. Maybe it had sat on the burner too long? He shuddered suddenly.
	“Whoa...”
	A tingling, electric buzz went through his body. Like his entire body being engulfed with static. James shook his head. 
	“Damn circulation acting up again.”
	He thought back to Tannin walking to the cubby. He smirked. The only reason he had let the boy get his jacket early was so he could get a look at the boy's pert little butt. He loved the way that Tannin's tail made his butt sway back and forth as he walked, or how his pants sometimes hung a little than they should, which meant every now and then, Mr. Holland got the tiniest peek of plumber's crack when the boy bent down to pick something up. He shook the thoughts from his head. He shouldn't be thinking about his students like that, Mr. Holland reasoned. James looked down at his cup of coffee. He needed a top up. He rose from his chair just before he caught himself on his desk, propping his body up with his hand.
	“W-whoa! Jesus!”
	The static feeling intensified immediately. It was like his entire body had fallen asleep. He quickly sat back down, clenching his fists to test the feeling in his hands. They felt...warm? James began blinking rapidly. Splotches of blue and white began to smother his field of vision, like patches of plastic film. He tipped his glasses onto the top of his head, rubbing his eyes with his palms. It took several seconds for his vision to return fully, but when it did, the splotches had gotten much worse.
	“God, what was in this coffee?”
	Mr. Holland propped himself up on his chair, stumbling out into the hall. He found the water fountain and dumped the rest of his coffee into the drain, not noticing the half-dissolved tablet as it drifted down the drain. He filled his cup with the only low quality tap water that the school could afford, and drank deeply. He filled the mug a second time and took a few more urgent gulps.
	“There. That...that should help.”
	The teacher made his way back to his desk, nearly stumbling as he sat down on the cheap, metal chair. James Holland swayed lightly at his desk. His limbs felt loose, heavy, as if they were filled with wet sand. He leaned down, laying his face inside the crook of his elbow. Mr. Holland let out a groan of nausea, clutching his head. What was going on? Was his coffee bad? Maybe something in the water? If the school was responsible, James thought to himself, they'd be giving him more than just a raise to stay out of court. He clenched his eyes shut, his breathing becoming more labored. A tap on his shoulder jostled him off of his desk and nearly made him slam his chair into the chalk board behind him.
	“Wha-wha? What's-
	The math teacher, Ms. Browning, was standing beside him, brow furrowed. Her voice was reedy and strained.
	“James, are you alright?”
	“I...no, I feel awful. Don't know why. Felt fine a few minutes ago.”
	“What's wrong?”
	James found it hard to focus on the words in his head. He squinted at his desk.
	“Dizzy, light headed. Tired. That's the weirdest thing, I've been drinking coffee all morning.”
	“Hm. Look, the students aren't going to be back for almost an hour. Why don't you go lay down in the teacher's lounge for a bit? If you still don't feel well, I'll call Alex Hershel and see if he can sub for you.”
	“Thanks, Kylie. Could you, uh, help me up! My legs feel like noodles!”
	With a little aid from the black haired woman, James managed to get on his feet. Tannin crouched behind a garbage can just down the hall, leaning his head around the corner, watching Mr. Holland and the math teacher intently. James stepped inside the teacher's lounge, propping himself up with a chair. The room was empty. Only the hum of the mini-fridge could be heard inside. Ms. Browning, meaning well, dimmed the lights before she closed the door. 
	“Get some rest, James. I'm sure Alex won't mind the extra hours.”
	“Yeah,” mumbled Mr. Holland. “Just need to rest...my...”
	Ms. Browning was already heading back down the hall towards the copy room. The chair slipped from Mr. Holland's hands as he fell sideways to the floor. His eyes flickered only briefly with kaleidoscope patches and the sight of a snakelike face laying in front of black sneakers. Darkness took him soon after.
-

	Mr. Holland woke with a start, nearly falling off the black, metal folding chair he was propped in. His eyes darted around the dim room. The smell of brooms and floor polish hung in the air. He flinched. The sound of a door locking cut through the silence. Tannin stood at the door, slowly turning around and leaning against the door jam. He stared at Mr. Holland, his tail swishing back and forth of the floor.
	“Uh...where am I?” Said Mr. Holland.
	“You're in the closet.”
	“Okay. Should have, um, probably guessed. Is there a particular reason I'm in the closet?”
	“I brought you here.”
	“Uh...huh. That explains how I got here. Why did you bring me here?”
	Tannin shrugged vaguely. James Holland let out a tired sigh. He put his hand on his temples. Was this a dream? Why was this creepy little kid locking himself in the closet with him?
	“Can we...can we cut the short, cryptic answers shtick, kid, and just tell me what you want? Why did you bring me here? Is this some kind of gag?”
	Tannin looked up, smirking. He walked towards James slowly.
	“I just wanted to ask you something,Teacher,” he said. “Do you like little boo-oooys?”
	He lingered on the last word teasingly, as if scolding James like a naughty child. Then the pin dropped. Did he like...?
	“No! No, why would you even ask that!”
	Tannin paced around him like a cat, that smirk never leaving his face. His eye gleamed at James.
	“No? Not even a little bit? Are you suuuuure you don't like little booooys? Not for any reason?”
	James furrowed his brow, genuinely baffled. Was this some kind of interrogation? A tingle of worry passed his thoughts like a wind. Had Tannin seen him staring at his backside? 
	“Well, for starters, you have me locked in the broom closet, so if anything, the list of reasons I have to like them is only getting shorter by the second.”
	Tannin stopped pacing. The smirk turned into a toothy grin. His hands went to his belt buckle.
	“Well, I think I know how to make it longer again, teacher.”
	James' eyes went like saucers as Tannin, keeping his eyes locked with Mr. Holland, slowly peeled his pants and underwear both down his legs, exposing his smooth, cobalt boycock and plump balls. Stepping out of his clothes, Tannin put his hands behind his head, sauntering towards Mr. Holland, making his member wobble with each step. James jumped to his feet, covering his eyes.
	“WHOA WHOA WHOA! Okay, we're done! We're done here, I'm leav-leaving...I'm...”
	Mr. Holland grabbed the back of the chair. His head was swimming. His legs felt like rubber. Tannin's tail lashed up, snarling at him. It was enough to get James to lose his balance. He fell back into the chair, lightheaded. Tannin wagged a finger at him.
	“Ah ah ah, we're not done here, you just sit back down,” he said. “You're probably just woozy from the drugs.”
	Tannin hopped into Mr. Holland's lap, straddling his legs while playfully tugging at his teacher's tie. He leaned back, keeping his cock and balls on display for Mr. Holland to see.
	“I see how you look at some of us, teacher. I think you do like little boys.”
	He reached down with one hand, waggling his dick from side to side.
	“I think you're fibbing, Mr. Holland. Cuz you're looking at my dickie right now.”
	James Holland blinked, shaken. He leaned back in the chair, staring right at Tannin's face. Because it wasn't his crotch. How could he have stared like that at this little kid's chubby?
	“No! No, Tannin, I don't like...little boys. Not like that. Now you're going to let me get up, then you're getting dressed and we-we're going to the Principal! I'm-
	Mr. Holland glanced to the side. Tannin's tail loomed over him like some python, tongue lolling to the side. Tannin's eyes drifted down. He flashed Mr. Holland the biggest, shit-eating grin he could muster.
	“But teacher,” he said. “You already got up.”
	Mr. Holland looked away from the tail's face. He followed Tannin's gaze down to his crotch. 
	A large tent had formed in Mr. Holland's slacks. He looked back at Tannin. The boy let out a satisfied giggle. The teacher wracked his brain for the words that would prove his innocence.
	“I...I, um, I don't...”
	He could only stammer. James gasped sharply as Tannin placed his hand on the tip of his cock, circling the head of his cock through the cloth in fast, tiny rings with his finger. The young man shivered.
	“See? Big ol' fibber. You got a booooo-ner~!”
	Mr. Holland was speechless. His face glowed scarlet. His heart was racing, pounding in his ears like a thundering march. This was bad. This was-
	“Whoa whoa whoa, what, what are you d-doing!”
	Tannin shifted in James' lap, leaning in and sandwiching the teacher's erection between his two, pert buttcheeks. He began grinding back and forth, looking Mr. Holland in the eyes.
	“Teacher has a booo-neeeer! Teacher has a boooo-neeeer~!”
	“Shhhhh! Tannin, stop, someone's gonna hear you! Please, I could go to prison if someone finds us!”
	“Finds you with a boner?”
	“YES!”
	“I'll be quiet. Just say that you like little boys.”
	“What!?”
	“Say it, teacher, or I'll make lots of noise!”
	“Fine! Fine, I like little boys! Happy?”
	“You think little boys are seeeexy?”
	Mr. Holland pursed his lips. He glanced at the door.
	“...Yes.”
	Tannin beamed, hopping off James' lap. Mr. Holland took a deep breath, then let out a sigh of intense relief. Tannin dropped to his knees.
	“Now that I know you like little boys, we can have lots of fun, Mr. Holland! I'm gonna suck your wiener.”
	Mr. Holland's heart stopped.
	“No. No no no no. Stop, Tannin, stop!”
	Tannin was undoing James' belt. James tried to stop him, tugging up at his slacks. Tannin was able to push him back with his tail with zero effort. The teacher swayed, falling back. He was too weak to fight the boy's advances. Tannin batted away the teacher's hands.
	“No, Mr. Holland. Stop it, it's time for me to suck on your wiener. That's what's gonna happen now, okay?”
	Belt undone, Tannin tugged his teacher's pants and underwear down to his knees. His dripping member popped up as the waistband of his boxerbriefs caught it. Tannin giggled, marveling at its size.
	“Ooooh! You got a big wiener, Mr. Holland! It looks super yummy!”
	“No, this is wrong, stop it!” Tannin effortlessly knocked James' hands away with his tail. It opened its mouth menacingly, forcing Mr. Holland to recoil in fear. Tannin rubbed his hands together, biting his lip as his eyes roamed up and down his teacher's member.
	“Mmm,” Tannin licked his lips. “Tasty lollipop!”
	He opened his mouth wide. The boy's tongue glided across the underside of Mr. Holland's cockhead as the Tannin gleefully sucked at James' member. His tongue swirled around, tracing the bottom of his cockhead, lapping at his glans, sliding from side to side across his shaft, tasting it. Tannin hummed happily, tail swinging side to side. Mr. Holland struggled to muffle his groans of pleasure.
	“Ohhhhhhh god.”
	Mr. Holland's hips bucked up with every bob of Tannin's eager mouth, his toes curling in bliss inside his loafers. This was wrong. This was wrong and sick and horrible and it felt so fucking good. James bit his lip, stifling a whimper. He was going to cum in a 10-year old boy's mouth. He looked down. Tannin beamed up at him, smiling around his boner as he gleefully gobbled him up.
	Tannin waved at Mr. Holland, humming cheerfully around his cockhead. James shivered in pleasure. He hated this. He hated it. He felt disgusted with himself. How could he enjoy this! He wasn't a pedophile. He repeated it over and over in his mind. I am not a pedophile. I am not a pedophile. I...I am not...
	“Oh no, no, I can't! No, Tannin, stop! Stop! I'm gonna-
	“Hm? Bwah! Okay, I'll stop!”
	Tannin let Mr. Holland's twitching cock fall out of his mouth. It twitched lewdly, still glistening with saliva, a single strand clinging to Tannin's lips. He let out a groan of frustration as his orgasm faltered. Tannin crossed his arms.
	“Sooo...you want me to make you cuuum? 
	Mr. Holland shook. It had felt so good! But...this was wrong. He should run to the door. Crawl to it if he had to. He couldn't...could he?
	“I-I mean...if you want to, I guess?”
	“Sure. Just say 'I like little boys sucking my wiener.'”
	“NO!”
	“Shhhhh!”
	The boy put a finger over his lips, glancing at the door to the closet. Mr. Holland winced. His glasses were beginning to fog at the bottom of their lenses. He was sweating.
	“N-no! I'm not going to say that, Tannin. You need to let me up right now and...and...what are you doing?”
	A pair of dark blue buttcheeks planted themselves around Mr. Holland's throbbing member. Tannin leaned back, his smooth, cobalt backside dragging up and down the man's shaft.
	“S-ss...Stop it, Tannin,” said James, gasping, shivering. “S-sta-haaap!”
	Tannin wiggled his butt from side to side, his buttcheeks lewdly hotdogging the summer school sausage trapped between them. He giggled, 
	“Teacher likes my buuu-uutt, doesn't he~? Pffft, you're a creepy creep, Mr. Holland. You like little boys sucking on your wiener.”
	The boy's tail swung from side to side as he slid his asshole up and down across Mr. Holland's cock.
	“You like looking at little boy's privates, don'tcha? Like looking at their buuu-uutts~?”
	James bit his lip, staring off to the left. Tannin's tail slapped his temple, forcing his head down. The boy placed one hand on Mr. Holland's shoulder. The teacher's jaw dropped.
	“...oh god.”
	“Mmmmm...”
	Tannin sucked on his finger, bobbing his lips up and down, staring his teacher right in the eyes as he let out a low, raspy moan. He lapped at his finger tip, rocking his ass left and right on top of Mr. Holland's boner.
	“Mmm, I loooove sucking wieners, teacher. They taste sooooo yummy! Do you like having little boys sucking on your wiener, Mr. Holland?”
	James found his lips quivering as he watched Tannin suckle his finger.
	“Come on, teacher,” said Tannin. “How can I know to suck on your big, tasty wiener if you don't tell me you like it? Well?”
	Mr. Holland's breathing was choppy, uneven. This couldn't really be happening, could it? Tannin stared expectantly at him.
	“I...um, I like it.”
	“Like what, teacher? Tell me what you like, teacher.”
	“I, uh. I liiiiike...little boys. Sucking on my...wiener.”
	Tannin grinned, his tail bobbing up and down behind him. The boy leaned in close, bringing his lips up to his teacher's left ear. The sound of the child's breath made James shudder. Finally, he opened his mouth to speak into his ear.
	“...too bad.”
	Tannin, with little ceremony, hopped off of James Holland's lap. The brown haired young man looked almost incredulous.
	“W-what!?”
	“Too bad. You had your chance. No more wiener sucking for you, teacher.”
	The boy's finger flicked James' boner, sending a bead of precum to the ground. Mr. Holland felt like he might cry. He didn't know how to feel.
	“But I said the thing! That's not fair!”
	“Hey, I put drugs in your coffee, Mr. Holland, who said I was playing fair?”
	Mr. Holland gasped. He had guessed as much, but hearing this stiffie-having twerp admit it so brazenly was surprising to say the least. The child's blue-black hand clasped the tip of his teacher's cockhead. James gasped sharply. His boner twitched in Tannin's hand.
	“Wanna buttfuck me?”
	“I beg your pardon!?”
	Tannin snickered. It was fun saying dirty words in front of an adult.
	“If you wanna cuu-uum, you could buttfuck me. Fuck my butt. Hee hee hee. Fuuuuuck. Fuck fuck fuck!”
	“Tannin, language! Wait, what am I-
	Tannin bent over, reaching back with both hands and spreading his asscheeks. His tight, dark blue butthole winked eagerly at James.
	“You like my butt! Fuck it, teacher! Fuck my little boy butt!”
	“I...I can't. I just. Um. I just...”
	His heartbeat was thundering in his ears. Was he really about to do this? 
	“Okay,” he said. “Okay, let's do it.”
	“Say that you're a pedophile.”
	Mr. Holland had to stop himself for screaming out of shock. The word hung in the air like an angry wasp. Tannin stood up, hands on hips, cocklet jutting out between his legs like a beanpole.
	“That's what people who like little kids like this are called, huh? A ped-o-phile. So that's what you are. I want you to say it.”
	James was shaking. His legs were almost numb. Getting away by running wasn't an option. His pants were wrapped around his right ankle. Even if he got out of the closet, he'd probably be flashing a dozen other children, or worse, his coworkers. Who would believe him? 
	“I...I am a pedo...phile.”
	“Now say, 'I want to fuck little boys.'”
	“...I want to fffuck little boys.”
	“Now all together!”
	“I am. Umm. I am a pedophile. I want to fuck little boys.”
	Tannin giggled as he bent over, grabbing his ankles.
	“Good job, Mr. Holland. Now put your big ol' wiener in my butt!”
	He wobbled backwards towards his teacher's cock, his smooth, round balls jostling from side to side, his tail grinning with its tongue lolling between it's lips. James could feel his mouth go dry. This was going to happen. He was about to have sex with a child. In spite of everything, James felt an intense ache of guilt in his chest. This was wrong. This was completely wrong!
	“Mmm, yummy yummy!” Tannin made his tail mime his words, hovering over his buttcheeks. “I'm Tannin's butt and I love gobbling up big wieners! I'm gonna eat your wiener, teacher! Rawr rawr rawr! Pffft, ha ha ha ha!”
	Tannin kept on snickering at his juvenile, if perverse, gag. His butt lowered towards Mr. Holland's cock. The boy's butthole landed square onto his teacher's cockhead. They both gasped.
	“Ohhh, boy!” Tannin put his hands on his knees for balance. “Time to buttfuck me, teacher!”
	With only a little pressure, Tannin's asshole swallowed his teacher's cockhead. 
	“Ooooh, Mr. Holland~!” 
	“Uhhhhh, god.”
	“It's so big!”
	“Ohh my god. Oh god!”
	James shuddered as Tannin's ass made inch after inch of his throbbing adult cock disappear between the smooth, unblemished buttcheeks heading towards his lap. The boy was like a vice! He was so impossibly tight! James' balls lifted and twitched under the delicious pressure wrapped around his cock. The tail nuzzled itself playfully under Mr. Holland's chin. Tannin was grinning a delirious, toothy grin as he sank down on the seven inch peg sliding up his 10-year old butthole.
	“Heeeeeee...buttfucking~!”
	James took hold of Tannin's smooth hips. Tannin gasped with delight. Mr. Holland clenched his teeth as he began pumping the blue bat child up and down on his cock.
	“Oh god. Ohhhh my fucking god, I'm really doing this. Oh shit!”
	Tannin let out a ecstatic moan. Mr. Holland matched it with a bestial growl. He was doing it. He was fucking a 10-year old boy inside his school. A boy that was in one of the four classes he taught here. And his dick was buried up to the hilt in his asshole.

	And it felt absolutely incredible.

	“Your butt is so tight, Tannin!”
	“Hee hee hee! You like my tight little boy butt, Mr. Pedophile?”
	“I fucking love it, Tannin! I'm gonna fuck you silly, little boy!”
	“Yaaaaaay!”
	Mr. Holland's hips were burning with the sheer force of his upward thrusts into Tannin's butthole. He wrapped his whole arm around the blue-black boy's torso, pumping up and down, sweat dripping from his brow. Tannin let out childish, squeaking gasps with every thrust.
	“I love your big wiener, teacher! It feels really good in my butt!”
	“And I love your tight little fuckhole, Tannin!”
	“Ha ha! Fuckhole! That's a funny swear! Fuck my fuckhole, Mr. Pedophile!”
	James felt a pang of guilt cut through the pleasure like a winter wind. He wasn't just having sex with Tannin. He was actually corrupting him. He tried to stop. His hips refused. His cock refused, buried snugly inside Tannin's newly named 'fuckhole.' Mr. Holland could only fall back onto the chair. Tannin twisted around, still impaled on his teacher's member.
	“Tired, Mr. Pedophile? Lemme try now!”
	Mr. Holland let out a shuddering moan of pleasure and despair. The cobalt buttcheeks slapped against his thighs as the boy pistoned himself up and down on the plump cock beneath him. Tannin's hand wrapped around the boy's diminutive member, rubbing up and down.
	“Cummy cum! Feels good! Look, teacher! I can jack on it to!”
	The incorrect terminology made James cringe. It only further hammered home the terrible truth:

	This was a child.
	He was fucking a child.
	In his school. And he was loving every second of it.

	“Oooh! Oooooooooh~!”
	Mr. Holland stared as Tannin rubbed away at his cock. It twitched violently in his little fingers. Nothing came out of the tip as he pinched the tiny cocklet awkwardly. Tannin shrugged, seeming sheepish.
	“Hee hee. Guess I'm not old enough to cum yet, huh Mr. Pedophile? You like that?”
	James shuddered hard. It was as if a bucket of ice water had crashed over his back. He clung to Tannin's hips, feeling his balls tighten beneath the boy's hot taint.
	“Oh fuck, ffffffuck! Cumming! Cumming!”
	Tannin wrapped his arms around Mr. Holland's shoulders. He grinned, biting his lip.
	“Cummy time! Yaaaaay!”
	Hot, sticky ropes of cum erupted from James' cock, splattering deep inside Tannin's greedy fuckhole. The bat boy's tail writhed behind him, his legs wrapping around Mr. Holland's torso, followed by the boy's tightly curling toes. James bucked into the boy's backside, feeling warm cum ooze out of Tannin's asshole and onto the teacher's still twitching balls. He could feel the child's cock buzz and twitch against his stomach.
	“Ewwwww! It's all slippery! It feels weird, ha ha ha!”

	James Holland's breathing gradually slowed to a panting wheeze. The sudden vacuum of endorphins brought a crushing wave of dread over him. He'd just fucked a child! He came inside a child! His cock was softening inside Tannin's asshole. The asshole of the child he just had actual sex with. Mr. Holland tentatively lifted Tannin off of his cock. As the boy slipped off, another stream of hot cum spilled onto the ground between the teacher's naked, shaking legs.
	“Ha ha, ewww! It's all over now!”
	“T-Tannin, please! We had your fun, but I need you to help me clean this up! I need to get back to class, I don't know how long we've been, but this is serious! If someone catches us like this-
	“You mean catches you, Mr. Holland! You're the one who'll get in trouble!”
	“Tannin, I won't 'get in trouble' you dumb little shit! I'll lose my job! I'll go to prison for the rest of my life! Please, please, this isn't some game anymore!”
	The door flew open. Tannin fell backwards out of shock. Mr. Holland, stunned by the sudden burst of light, clasped his chest. 
	Mr. Derrick, the elderly janitor, strode past the two of them, plucking the broom and dustpan from the far wall. He didn't even seem to register that they were even in the room. The wiry, grey haired man stopped in the doorway. He looked back at Mr. Holland, giving him a cryptic nod.
	“He got you too, huh?”