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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Thor_(Movies), Marvel_Cinematic_Universe, Marvel_(Movies)
  Relationship:
      Loki/Thor
  Character:
      Loki_(Marvel), Thor_(Marvel)
  Additional Tags:
      Teacher-Student_Relationship, BDSM, Dom/sub, Bondage_and_Discipline, Anal
      Hook, Spanking, Dom_Loki, Sub_Thor, Oral_Sex, Rough_Oral_Sex, Rough_Sex,
      Orgasm_Delay/Denial, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, 30_Day_OTP_Porn
      Challenge, Alternate_Universe_-_Human, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School,
      Alternate_Universe_-_Student/Teacher
  Series:
      Part 4 of 30_Day_OTP_Porn_Challenge
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-23 Words: 3598
****** 26. Sex at School ******
by loki-on-mjolnir_(basalganglia)
Summary
     Thor spends detention with his English teacher.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Thor’s cock had been painfully hard for hours now. He resisted the urge to
squirm in his seat, though, knowing that it would only be counter-productive.
No, it was best to keep movement to a minimum when he had something stuffed
into his arse.
Fifteen minutes ago, Mr Laufeyson had announced that they were done and let
them get started on the homework he had assigned them. So far, Thor had only
written down the title (Commentary on Act 3, Scene 1 ofMacbeth) and a ‘The’ on
his sheet of paper. His pen shook in his hand; he gripped it tighter and tried
to focus. Two minutes … one and a half … one minute … thirty seconds…. When the
bell finally rang to signal the start of lunch period, Thor let out a deep
breath he’d been holding and dropped his pen unceremoniously onto his desk.
‘You’re all dismissed,’ Mr Laufeyson drawled, and the classroom immediately
became loud with the sounds of the students packing up. ‘Except you, Mr
Odinson. Please stay behind.’
Sif frowned at him, mouthing, Again? and Thor gave her a helpless shrug, as if
he didn’t know what he’d done, either. He only hoped that he acted casually
enough, and prayed that his erection was kept concealed by the jacket in his
lap and not visible to the people walking past him—which fortunately was very
few, as he was the tallest in this class and sat at the very back row.
When the last person left the room, Mr Laufeyson closed and locked the door.
The curtains were already drawn. Mr Laufeyson’s classroom was at the end of the
hall; nobody would venture this way during lunchtime. Thor’s heart pounded in
equal parts of anticipation and dread.
They were well and truly alone.
‘You were not very attentive in my class just now, Mr Odinson.’
He damn well knew why, that bastard, but Thor bit down that retort. Instead, he
said, ‘I’m sorry, Sir.’
‘I’m afraid that’s not good enough,’ Mr Laufeyson said, looking coolly at him
with a predatory gleam in his eyes. ‘You will have to be punished.’
Still sitting at his desk, Thor felt very, very small. He couldn’t make a
sound.
‘Stand up and strip,’ Mr Laufeyson ordered, and Thor obeyed without hesitation.
He took off his shirt first, preening a little when he sensed how Mr
Laufeyson’s eyes raked over his body. He knew it had not gone unnoticed that he
was getting bigger and bigger every day.
After toeing off his shoes, Thor turned around to show off his back—though
rather than his muscles, Mr Laufeyson would be admiring his own handiwork from
that morning before classes had started: Thick ropes looped around Thor’s
shoulders to form a harness, then draped over the length of his body to connect
to a metal ring at the base of Thor’s spine. The ring in question was attached
to an anal hook, which Mr Laufeyson had patiently coaxed Thor’s hole into
accepting.
Thor became acutely aware of the metal ball inside of him when he bent down to
remove his socks and the rest of his clothes. He winced, and worked as quickly
as possible so he could stand up straight again. Once he’d folded his clothes
neatly and laid them on his chair, he turned back to face Mr Laufeyson.
‘I see that you are not completely hopeless.’ That was as much a compliment as
Thor would get for now. ‘Come up to my desk.’
Thor walked gingerly, each step pure torture. It was hard enough with a stiff
cock between his legs, and the way his shoulders were pulled back by the
bindings felt unnatural; he was much more used to slouching. The five inches of
steel inside his arse was just an added bonus.
Thor stopped one foot away from the teacher’s desk, and though Mr Laufeyson’s
green eyes might seem darker than usual, his still wore an expressionless mask
over his face. He swept his gaze regally over Thor’s naked body, the end of his
nose tipped high in the air. Thor was strongly reminded of how he’d skim
through the essays Thor wrote before writing a few disdainful comments on the
margins. Thor felt heat rise up from his neck.
‘Bend over the desk, hands behind your back, feet apart. Keep still and be
silent.’
Mr Laufeyson’s desk was immaculate as always, empty save for the computer in
the corner, two stacks of paper and some neatly arranged stationery. Thor
leaned over the middle, grunting as the movement pulled on the ropes at his
back. The desk was deep enough to support him from shoulders to hip bones, but
the glass table top felt extremely cold against his skin. Despite that, sweat
broke out over his body, for he knew what would happen next.
‘Count,’ Mr Laufeyson said, and immediately there was a swoosh followed by a
loud smack. Thor barely had time to call out, ‘One!’ before the next strike
landed.
For the next few, Thor was so focused on not missing a count that the pain
almost did not register. Then as he adjusted to the rhythm, the sensations swam
into focus. The instrument that Mr Laufeyson was hitting him with was thin,
flat and solid: Thor recognised it as the metre rule. It didn’t sting like the
flogger that Mr Laufeyson sometimes favoured, and didn’t hurt nearly as much as
Mr Laufeyson’s belt when Thor had been particularly ill-behaved, but the impact
from the wood ran deep and shook him to his core. The narrow point of contact
didn’t make it particularly enjoyable, either.
Thankfully, though, Mr Laufeyson alternated between the two sides of his arse
so that the hook would not be hit. The way it was jostled each time the ruler
landed was more than enough for Thor to deal with.
After Thor counted twenty, things became more intense. Mr Laufeyson adjusted
his angle and attacked the underside of Thor’s arse cheeks, the force of each
swat evenly distributed between the two sides. It hurt, and the first of this
series of beating caught Thor by surprise. He flinched, hard enough that the
desk grated against the floor, and he yelled as the involuntary downward jerk
of his hips made the metal ball of the hook jab harshly against his insides.
Mr Laufeyson did not wait for him to adjust. Rather, he continued as if nothing
had happened.
‘Twenty-one! Twenty-two! Twenty-three!’ Thor called out in close succession. Mr
Laufeyson made no comment, but Thor knew he’d fucked up and earned himself at
least five more strokes. He had no time to dwell on that, however. Currently,
he was torn: He could curl up so that Mr Laufeyson could not reach the junction
of his arse and thighs so easily, but it heightened how intrusive the hook
felt. Or, he could arch up to ease the pressure, at the price of putting his
arse on display for assault. In the end, he settled for the latter option—he
was more likely to please Mr Laufeyson that way.
Mr Laufeyson worked steadily downwards to the middle of Thor’s thighs. The pain
had built and built and now Thor was counting out twenty-seven, twenty-eight
through gritted teeth. When he reached thirty, Mr Laufeyson stopped and Thor
heard the metre rule fall to the floor. But Thor knew that this couldn’t be the
end of it—twenty strikes total to each side was only the baseline, and Mr
Laufeyson never forgot to mete out additional punishment.
Before Thor could ponder further, Mr Laufeyson’s hands squeezed, hard over his
abused flesh, holding on seemingly with no intention of letting go. He asked,
‘Which of my orders have you disobeyed?’
‘To keep still and be silent,’ Thor whimpered.
‘And what else?’ If possible, Mr Laufeyson’s hands clamped down even harder.
Thor racked his brains, but his ability to think was severely hindered by the
pain he felt in his bottom. Then Mr Laufeyson dug his nails in, and Thor
finally remembered. ‘Ah! I—I missed counting twenty-one!’
Mr Laufeyson removed his hands, and Thor panted in relief.
‘What happens to boys who disobey orders?’
‘They get punished, Sir.’
‘Beg for it.’
‘Please, Sir. Please punish me.’ Once, Thor had been so embarrassed that he
stammered through the words. But now they came naturally to him, simply from
the number of times he had spoken them. He’d also learnt that being given
permission to plead is a luxury; he must treasure it if he wanted mercy at all.
‘Ten on each side. Count from the beginning, and count well.’
Thor barely had time to brace himself before Mr Laufeyson’s palm landed with a
crack on his right arse.
‘One!’ he yelled. ‘Two!’ Mr Laufeyson hit the exact same spot. ‘Three!’ Again.
‘Four!’ And again.
Mr Laufeyson’s hand was not as unyielding as the metre rule, but the area it
struck was much larger, and that he focused on only one part of Thor’s arse
made it worse. He was faster, too, and there was no time for the pain to fade
before Thor was spanked again.
‘Nine! Ten!’
Thor’s skin was burning by now, and his flesh throbbed. The same process was
repeated over the left side, and when it was over, Thor had tears in his eyes
and his hair was limp with sweat, hanging over his face.
‘Have you learned your lesson, Mr Odinson?’
‘Yes, Sir.’
‘Really?’ His shoes clicked on the hardwood floor as he walked around the desk.
‘I’ll be a good boy, Sir, please. I promise I’ll be good. I’ve learned, I
swear—’ His babbling was cut off when Mr Laufeyson gripped his jaw roughly in
one hand.
‘Words are but words, Mr Odinson.’ He tucked strands of Thor’s hair back behind
his ears, the tenderness of his touch a sharp contrast to the forcefulness of
his hold on Thor’s face. ‘They are empty promises unless you prove your intent
with your actions.’
He freed his dark green shirt from his tight black trousers, undid his belt and
lowered the zipper. As always, he had forgone underwear and Thor was granted an
uninhibited view of Mr Laufeyson’s cock. Thor’s mouth watered as he breathed in
the familiar scent of Mr Laufeyson’s arousal, and his own cock, having softened
considerably from before, filled with blood again as he admired Mr Laufeyson’s.
It was fully hard, and Thor was ever proud that he was the cause of this. He
never tired to wonder at how big it was, too—the dark hairs at the base were
trimmed to highlight the length, but Thor knew that Mr Laufeyson was much above
average, even for a fully grown man.
Mr Laufeyson gathered Thor’s hair at his nape and rubbed the head of his cock
over Thor’s lips. ‘You say you’re a good boy. Convince me.’
Slowly, Mr Laufeyson nudged forward and fed Thor his cock inch by slow inch.
Thor opened his mouth as wide as he could, the way his body was positioned
allowing him to take in all of Mr Laufeyson into his throat with relative ease.
Mr Laufeyson moved both his hands to the base of Thor’s skull, only holding him
for now, and Thor knew that he’d been given an opportunity to prove his worth
himself.
Thor bobbed his head along Mr Laufeyson’s shaft, gradually increasing the pace.
He’d had enough practice to know what Mr Laufeyson preferred—he hollowed out
his cheeks and flattened his tongue as he pulled away, flicked over the slit
when he reached the end, then quickly dove back down. He chanced to take a
glimpse at Mr Laufeyson above him, and was pleased to see that his thin lips
were open, flushed a deep pink and there were spots of colour on his pale
cheeks.
‘So eager to please….’ Mr Laufeyson’s fingers rubbed at his scalp; Thor
shivered and moaned in response, redoubling his efforts to prove that yes, he
was. But then, a few moments later, Mr Laufeyson pulled on his hair and told
him to stop.
Thor pulled off, breathing heavily, knowing that oxygen would be scarce from
this point onwards. As he’d predicted, Mr Laufeyson gripped his head tight and
asked, ‘Can you take more?’
He barely waited for Thor to nod and open his mouth before shoving back in. Mr
Laufeyson set a brutal pace and his cock hit the back of Thor’s throat with
each thrust. Thor relaxed his muscles and took it fine; he’d had enough
practice and was now well-trained in deep-throating. But then one of Mr
Laufeyson’s hands left the back of his head and went for the ropes at his back
and pulled.
Thor startled, his throat constricted and he started to choke. But Mr Laufeyson
didn’t let up; his hold on Thor’s head remained strong and Thor was pressed
into his front with no escape, the way his nose was buried against Mr
Laufeyson’s pubic hair further cutting off his air supply.
Tears streamed freely down his face and it was all becoming unbearable very
quickly—the intense pressure inside him, the awakened throbbing under the skin
of his spanked arse cheeks, the feeling of his throat closing up and the
burning in his lungs. He was close to unlocking his hands to push Mr Laufeyson
away—he could; that was their safety net—but he dug his nails into his wrists,
hard enough to draw blood, the sting giving him something else to focus on. He
would take this, he would not disappoint Mr Laufeyson, and he would show him
how good he was.
Finally, finally, just as Thor was beginning to lose the fight against his own
body, Mr Laufeyson let go. Thor pulled away immediately and dry heaved, his
spit falling with faint plops onto Mr Laufeyson’s floor.
But as he lay gasping for breath, Mr Laufeyson praised, ‘Good boy.’ Those two
simple words filled Thor with motivation, and with one final deep inhale, he
raised his head and opened his mouth, trying to convey through his eyes to Mr
Laufeyson that yes, he was ready for anything; he was good.
Mr Laufeyson did not dither in taking up Thor’s invitation. He resumed fucking
roughly into Thor’s mouth and kept a tight hold on Thor’s head with one hand.
This time, when he reached over to tug on the ropes, Thor did not react as
dramatically as before. In fact, all he did was to raise himself onto his toes
in the hopes of easing the pressure.
Of course, Mr Laufeyson did not let him off easy. ‘Take it,’ he said, and
pulled even harder. ‘Filled from both ends, that’s what you’re good for. Be a
good boy for me.’
Thor keened, and tried to balance his weight on the tips of his toes. He should
be ashamed that he was bent over like this to be used after he’d been spanked
like a little boy, he should not like having his teacher’s cock shoved down his
throat and most of all, he should not find having a metal hook inside his arse
and being reined like a horse to be impossibly hot. But he loved every moment
of this, he thrived in the humiliation and the wrongness of it, and all he
could think of was yes, yes, yes.
Mr Laufeyson kept a steady, fast rhythm, yanking on the ropes in time with
every thrust. Thor was beginning to feel grateful for the hook—his jaws were
growing intensely sore, and since the smarting on his arse cheeks had mostly
faded, the dull pressure that the ball exerted within him gave him something to
anchor himself to. Besides, every so often it bumped deliciously against his
prostate, blurring the line between pain and pleasure.
That itself rapidly became problematic, however, when it started to feel so
good that Thor desperately wanted to jerk himself off and relieve the ache in
his balls.
But Thor resisted; he had to. Touching himself without permission had been the
reason he was in this mess in the first place. Coming without permission would
land him a week trapped inside a cock cage, at least—but two was more likely,
since Mr Laufeyson tended to double the punishment for a repeat offence.
Before Thor’s mind wandered farther, he was brought back to the present as Mr
Laufeyson’s hips stuttered and his thrusts became shallow. It was harder for
Thor to breathe this way, but he knew this wouldn’t last for long. Mr Laufeyson
only lost control over his movements when he was very close to coming. Thor
helped him along, stroking his tongue along the thick veins on the underside of
his cock, moaning loud so that Mr Laufeyson could feel the vibrations, and he
looked up through his eyelashes in faux innocence.
Evidently, Mr Laufeyson was not completely immune to his charms. A few more
erratic thrusts, then his hips stilled and he came with a soft grunt, shooting
deep into Thor’s throat. Held tight against Mr Laufeyson’s crotch, Thor fought
down the urge to gag—he still hadn’t quite grown used to the taste or
consistency of come—and forced himself to swallow.
‘Yes, good boy, take all of it,’ Mr Laufeyson whispered as he pulled back so
that only the head of his cock lay on Thor’s tongue. His hand at the base of
Thor’s skull moved to card through Thor’s hair, while his other let go of the
rope harness to squeeze around his own shaft, milking out the last drops and
feeding them to Thor. Spurred on by Mr Laufeyson’s approval, Thor chased the
pearly-white liquid on Mr Laufeyson’s cock with a single-minded determination.
He licked over the crown, delved into the slit, intent cleaning up every bit of
come until he could no longer catch the salty and slightly bitter taste of it
on his tongue.
Then Mr Laufeyson withdrew completely from him, redressing himself and soon his
breathing evened out. He didn’t tell Thor to move, so Thor stayed where he was,
his attention now drawn entirely to the throbbing in his cock and arse, but
knowing that relief wouldn’t come after all.
‘What do you say?’ Just like that, Mr Laufeyson was calm and collected again,
though Thor imagined his tone was slightly less icy than normal.
‘Thank you, Sir, for punishing me. I’ve learnt my lesson. I will be good.’
‘Very well. You may get dressed.’ There was no praise, no words of comfort. But
that was the way things were.
Thor waddled back to his desk to put his clothes back on. It didn’t hurt as
much now, when he bent down; rather, the feeling of the metal ball inside of
him was more titillating than uncomfortable. The cotton of his boxer briefs
felt like sandpaper against his buttocks and it was constricting against his
still-hard cock, but Thor knew he had no choice but to endure. When he was
done, he glanced at the clock to find out that he had only ten minutes of lunch
period left. It was not enough for him to run to the cafeteria.
‘Here. Eat.’ Thor was mildly surprised to see that Mr Laufeyson had placed a
large bottle of water and a lunchbox on one of the desks at the front. That had
never happened before. Then again, their lunchtime sessions rarely lasted this
long.
Thor gulped down three quarters of the bottle of water and opened the lunchbox.
The food smelled amazing but he couldn’t tell what exactly it was.
‘What is it?’
‘Crabmeat and avocado on quinoa.’
None of those ingredients belonged to any part of his normal diet, but now that
the food had a name, it looked even more appetising. Out of the corner of his
eye, though, he saw that Mr Laufeyson was marking essays and making no move to
eat.
‘You’re not eating?’
‘Seeing as I gave you my lunch, no.’
On one hand, Thor was touched that Mr Laufeyson cared about his well-being, but
on the other, guilt crept up on him.
‘But I can’t—you’ll be hungry!’
Mr Laufeyson stopped in the middle of writing, raised his head to look at him
and arched a perfectly groomed eyebrow. ‘I said, eat.’
Thor cowered from his tone, and there was no way he would protest. Besides, he
really was famished. So he grabbed a fork and dug in. He tried to go slow in
order to enjoy the flavours, but failed spectacularly and finished in what
seemed like seconds. By that time, noise had filtered in from outside the
classroom. People were heading towards their classes, and it was also time for
Thor to go. He tidied up, took his bag and Mr Laufeyson opened the door for
him.
‘I expect to see you again after school to work further on your behaviour. Do
not be late,’ Mr Laufeyson said, loud enough that the students within a five-
foot radius could hear. Thor knew he did this so that the gossip would be
focused on the fact that Thor was perpetually in detention and speculation
would be kept to a minimum. Nevertheless, it made Thor lower his head in shame
as he heard a few jeers and giggles.
‘Yes, Sir.’ Thor slinked away, his gait a poor mimicry of his usual swagger. He
was more uncomfortable than turned on, now, but he had a feeling that Mr
Laufeyson would end the day on a good note for both of them. He couldn’t wait.
End Notes
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