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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rooster_Teeth/Achievement_Hunter_RPF
  Relationship:
      Michael_Jones/Geoff_Ramsey, Gavin_Free/Ryan_Haywood
  Character:
      Michael_Jones, Geoff_Ramsey, Gavin_Free, Ryan_Haywood
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Teacher-Student_Relationship, Alternate_Universe_-_Student/Teacher,
      Spanking, Verbal_Humiliation, Humiliation, Power_Play, Punishments, Daddy
      Kink, Teacher_Geoff, Student_Michael, Dirty_Talk, Alternate_Universe_-
      High_School
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-21 Words: 4419
****** All Boy's School (Fuck The Rules) ******
by fanfiction_fanfriction
Summary
     Michael goes to St. Michael's Choir, an all boys school in Texas.
     While some have boyfriends in the school, girlfriends outside of the
     school, Michael wanted something better than that, his Chemistry
     teacher, Mr. Geoff Ramsey. After getting in trouble for what seems
     like the millionth time of this year, Mr. Ramsey has a propitiation
     for the young student.
Notes
     Haha! I knew taking Chemistry would come in handy one day!I hope
     everyone enjoys this, I'm sorry for being dead on the tags, I've been
     working on my first real novel so that's been absorbing my time like
     a creative parasite, but I’l be posting most, hopefully.
Going to an all boys school wasn’t as bad as some might think, sure there were
no girls, but that wasn’t something that bothered Michael that much, he had his
sights on someone else, his Chemistry teacher, Mr. Ramsey. The heavily
tattooed, mustached teacher with the brightest blue eyes. If he wasn’t so jaw
dropping gorgeous, Michael wouldn’t even bother with the class.
Michael knew Mr. Ramsey’s first name, Geoff, it was by accident, but just
knowing his first name made him feel dirty for some reason, but that only gave
him more things to linger on while he tried his best to oggle at his teacher.
In the Jersey boy’s opinion, he was a bad apple. His mother always thought it
was because the move from New Jersey to Texas screwed him up a bit, along with
his parents divorce. His mother tried to enroll him in schools within the
borders of the garden state, but he always got kicked out for fighting, selling
drugs, and for getting violent. The move south was the only other option for
his mother, now living with her parents, Michael got stuck in another all boys
school.
Michael thankfully got out of the habit of selling drugs, lowered his fights,
but unfortunately he still talks back.
He likes to think that challenging a teacher was a good thing, especially Mr.
Ramsey. His teacher would make him stay after school and make Michael put his
head down. Oh, how Michael wishes, Mr. Ramsey would just pull his uniform pants
down, and take off the younger lad’s tie and use it to tie him back, give the
redhead a real punishment. These fantasies, left Michael having a travel size
bottle of lube in his backpack, buried deep in one of the pockets.
Today was just like every other day, Michael by his locker getting his things
ready for his final class of the day, Chemistry.
Gavin was by him, wrapped up in his boyfriend Ryan’s arms, the senior pressing
kisses on the Sophomore's neck.
“Ready for your favorite class, Michael?” Gavin chuckles, arching his back as
his older boyfriend’s kisses make him feel ticklish.
“Shut up, Gavin. I don’t have, make out with your boyfriend, and tutor during
this time.”
Gavin argues “At least I’m learning!”
“With a dick up your ass?”
Ryan takes his lips away from his British boyfriend’s neck and points out “His
grade average has gone up at least twelve percent.”
“See! I know you’d want to do the same thing with Mr. Ramsey. I knew you always
got off on tattoos.” Gavin chuckles.
Michael shoves his friend and argues “No I don’t. Now fuck off and have fun
with your model boyfriend.”
“You say that like it’s an insult, Michael. Also there’s nothing wrong with
having a teacher crush, we are in an all boys school after all.” Ryan points
out.
“Thanks, asshole.” Michael grumbles, slamming his locker shut.
-
Michael sits in his seat, playing with his pen as he listening to Geoff go on.
Michael wants to call Geoff ‘Daddy’, make him make Michael become a good boy.
These thoughts only add to Michael’s hard on that is straining against his
uniform, pressed pants.
“Does anyone have any questions?”
Michael’s hand goes up and he can see the deflation in Geoff’s chest as the
teacher asks “Yeah sir, would that solution burn through a condom?”
Geoff arches his eyebrows and responds “No, and I do not like that you had to
use that form of latex as an example.”
“Why sir, it’s not like you have never used those?” Michael asks, with a wild
grin, getting off on this.
All eyes are on the older man, he crosses his arms and responds “Jones, that is
not a proper question to ask an adult, let alone your chemistry teacher, and I
know that I’m not allowed to say this, Mr. Jones, but without this course,
you’re going to be held back.”
“I bet you like it up the ass.” Michael grumbles, his face growing red, and his
cock only getting harder as a result. Being humiliated was something that
Michael craved from any partner, but it only intensified with these words
coming off of Geoff’s lips like liquor.
“Mr. Jones, I can be a pretty lenient teacher, but unfortunately, I’m going to
have to ask you to step out of the room.
The room erupts in giggles, and Michael becomes even more flustered, he snaps
“Fine, maybe that’s what you need, a good dick up the ass.”
Geoff storms over to the door and opens it, growling “Out, and I'll see you
after class.”
Michael leaves his things and storms out of the class, hoping no one sees his
growing erection as he weaves his way past the desks.
Once outside the classroom, the room shuts violently and Michael whispers to
himself “Daddy.”
-
After class, the students file out of the class, laughing at Michael as they
walk by him, making Michael want to rip their throat out, but he wants a
punishment from Mr. Ramsey, not the authorities.
Mr. Ramsey steps out of the class and gestures for Michael to come into his
class, shutting the door behind the lad when he does come in.
“Take a seat, buddy.”
Geoff often referred to his students as “buddy” when he was trying to get on
their level, but Michael is given that name the most out of anyone in his
class.
The red haired student, sits down sheepishly, he usually sits in the back
during detention, now he’s sitting in the front of the class, close up to his
teacher than ever before.
“Jones, I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.” Geoff lets out a sigh,
pinching the bridge of your nose “You can’t keep doing this.”
“Have I been a bad boy, sir? Are you going to punish me?” Michael tempts,
raising his eyebrows at his teacher and biting his bottom lip.
Geoff rolls his shoulders and responds with a shake of his head “Don’t tempt
me, buddy.”
“Why, sir? There’s only so much you you can do to me.” Michael questions,
pushing his teacher even further.
“Exactly, that’s why I’m thinking of coming up with a proposition for you,
maybe to reform you and make you an actual member of society, instead of a
reject in the trash.” Geoff puts his hands on the desk Michael is seated at,
showing the ginger his multitude of tattoos.
“And what would that be?” Michael asks, using the last bit of his cockiness to
pull off one last remark.
Geoff leans forward a little bit “This is a bit unorthodox, but I think a
spanking might be needed.”
Michael's cheeks grow as red as his wild hair, he swallows hard “W..W...What?”
“You heard me, a nice, hard spanking. What, has the tough student finally got
found his match?” Geoff asks with a smirk on his lips.
“No you haven’t.” Michael argues.
Geoff places a kiss on Michael’s freckled cheek and whispers “Then get to my
desk and bend over.”
Michael is speechless, his face red like fire and burning like hot embers have
crossed his cheeks.
“What’s wrong, Jones, can’t get up, or you can’t get it up?” Geoff teases,
moving away and to his desk, still wearing a smirk. He stands tall with his
chest slightly pushed out, looking like a bastard in Michael’s eyes.
“Yes I c..c.can.” Michael growls before getting up and striding over to Geoff
and stabbing his finger into Geoff’s chest.
Geoff holds his hands up and says calmly “Don’t get so testy with me, Jones, I
can fail you.”
Michael moves his finger away from Geoff’s chest, and pulls Geoff into a kiss,
gripping his fingers into his teacher’s inky hair.
Geoff smiles in the kiss and wraps his arms around the student, feeling the
boy’s smaller frame in his tattooed arms, he purrs “Good boy.”
Michael lets out a little moan and Geoff starts to lead the ginger haired
student to his desk, and carefully placing him over the wood of the expansive
desk, cluttered with papers.
“I’m going to spank you over your classmate’s papers, that’s how bad you’ve
been, Michael.” Geoff growls before running his hand up the curve of Michael’s
ass “Do you want this Michael?”
Michael nods, as he rests his head against the desk, feeling the paper against
his skin.
 
“I may look like a hard ass, but I always have to ask.” Geoff Admits before
continuing to stroke Michael’s ass.
The teacher slowly starts to unbutton Michael’s pants and slowly pull them
down, exposing dark gray and white boxer briefs, which show off Michael’s plump
ass in the best way possible, a way Geoff never thought underwear could.
“You’re are amazing, Michael, just look at you.” Geoff compliments as he slowly
takes off Michael’s boxers with both hands, in awe at the way Michael looks.
There is still a little bit of baby fat on him, but he looks built, as if he’s
been working out for a while now.
Michael covers his face with his hands, his cock twitching at Geoff’s words.
Hearing such compliments makes him harder than he’d like to admit.
“Such a beautiful ass, too bad it’s going to look like an abstract painting by
the time I’m done with you.” Geoff growls as he puts a hand on one of Michael’s
cheeks, getting a good feel of the flesh “Such a fucking beauty, and such a
fucking shame.”
Michael lets out a moan as he feels his teacher’s hand on his skin, setting in
ablaze with lust, as if every nerve has been lit with a match.
Geoff moves his hand back before laying a smack on Michael’s ass, sending the
student howling in pain.
“Keep quiet, Michael. You don’t want to cause a scene now, do you?” The
tattooed teacher warns before slapping Michael’s ass once more, faint,
angrymarks starting to form along the curve of pale skin.
Michael covers his mouth with his hands and tightly shuts his eyes, he feels
his cheeks grow hot as another smack lands on his ass, making his other cheek
burn with the sizzling pain of his beloved Mr. Ramsey’s hand.
Geoff lands a few more smacks, hard and quick, not giving time for Michael to
recover from the blow. WHen he felt like he got his job down, the tattooed man,
bent down and starts to kiss Michael’s searing cheeks, making the student
whimper in pain. The mix of the smacks followed by wet, soft lips brings both
pleasure and pain to the ginger haired boy.
“Did you like that?” Geoff asks as he slowly pulls away from Michael’s cheeks,
still tasting the skin on his lips, it felt like smooth marble and tasted
better than any kind of whiskey he has ever drowned.
Michael nods, still covering his mouth as small tears cloud his eyes. He
assumes his face is as red as his hair, if not more, hot like fire and burnt
onto his skin like grill marks.
Geoff shakes his head “Use your words.”
Michael doesn’t reply, only nodding his head once more.
Geoff puts his hands on his hips and shakes his head “Tsk, tsk, tsk, Michael.
Now you’re finally keeping your mouth shut, only when I don’t want it.” He then
lands another spank on Michael’s crimson cheeks, making the student loudly
yelp.
“Much better, now take those hands off your mouth, I’m pretty sure anyone who
has cared has heard it, come on.” The tattooed teacher slowly leans over
Michael and slowly taking the ginger haired boy’s hands off his mouth “There,
much better.”
Michael reaches up and kisses Geoff on the cheek, feeling lost for words.
Geoff smiles and leans closer, using his hand to move Michael’s head a bit more
so he can reach the ginger’s soft, beautiful cupid bow lips, looking like a
flustered, horny angel.
“Now, Michael, I have a deal.” Geoff explains before he starts to kiss at
Michael’s hot cheeks, feeling the heat and bloodrush under his student’s skin.
“W..What is it?” Michael responds, looking up to Michael with his beautiful
eyes.
Geoff whispers, moving close to Michael’s ear “How about a good fucking? I
can’t keep away anymore, Michael, you’re too much of a plump, beautiful,
freckled treasure that I want all to myself, even if you’re wrapped in an angry
little brat, I still want you.”
Michael lets out a small moan, not being able to believe what he’s hearing, he
asks “Is this a joke? Do you actually want to fuck me?”
“Yes, yes I do you fucking little twink.” Geoff growls, slowly grinding against
Michael’s sensitive ass, the seemingly rough fabric of his dress pants against
Michael’s angry red ass.
“I’m not a twink.” Michael argues, finding his voice once more.
Geoff lets out a sigh before gripping Michael’s curly locks, making the student
yelp and gasp as his head jerks up, feeling pain from his roots, the teacher
calmly says “But you are, the fucking textbook definition. Now are you going to
behave now?”
“I’m not a twink.” Michael grumbles.
Geoff tightens his grip and questions in a low, gravelly voice, sounding like
hard whiskey, leaving the student burning in a blush “What was that?”
“N.N..N..Nothing.” Michael responds, wanting Geoff to let go of his hair before
the tattooed man tears all of it out.
Geoff lets go and says “Perfect, now it seems the only way I can teach you if
one on one. Now do I have to go in dry or can I use spit because you look very
tight, I could-”
“I have lube in my bag!” Michael interrupts, only imagining how painful it
would be for Geoff to take him dry.
Geoff smirks, as he pushes up Michael’s uniform shirt up he responds “Perfect,
such a good little twink. What pocket?”
Michael tries to get up, put a tattooed hand hold him back down by the neck.
“Just tell me, Michael.” Geoff responds, tightening his grip a bit which makes
Michael let out a little breathy moan.
Michael swallows hard “The very front pocket in the small velcro pocket inside
of that, that’s where it is.”
Geoff presses another kiss on Michael’s cheek before going to the student’s bag
on top of the desk. With skillful hands Geoff gets the travel sized bottle of
lube out from his student’s bag “You’re very bad, Michael, you really are.”
Walking back over to the desk, he trails his fingers down Michael’s backside
once more, making the student whimper.
Geoff puts the bottle of lube next to his student before starting to kiss you
Michael’s silky back, leaving small bites and licking the skin occasionally,
wanting to fully taste the skin he’s wanted against his for so long. He gets to
Michael’s neck and whispers into the skin “Are you ready, Michael?”
The ginger nods before resting his cheek once more of the papers that scatter
the desk.
Geoff moves his lips away from Michael’s back before undoing his belt and dress
pants, tugging them down till he can get his hard cock out of his boxers “Now,
are you sure you want this?”
“I do, Geoff, fuck.”
Geoff’s hands connects with Michael’s ass once more as he warms “That’s sir to
you.”
“I do, sir.” Michael corrects, feeling the sting on his ass, burning into his
muscles.
The tattooed teacher grabs the bottle, uncaps the lid and starts to squeeze out
the gel to coat his dick in it, putting gracious amounts because he’s here to
rehabilitate Michael, not hurt him, too much anyway.
Michael’s head is swirling, his glasses are pushed up to his eyebrows, his
hands are now holding onto the desk tightly, ready for what is to come next.
He’s heard things about “butt sex” from Gavin, and his experiences with not
only Ryan, but back home in England.
Geoff’s lube covered fingers start to poke at Michael’s tight, virgin hole.
“Fuck, Geo-sir!” Michael whimpers, as he feels Geoff’s fingers start to tease
his tight hole.
“Now, Michael, we’re going to play a game. I’m gonna stick my dick in you, only
half of the tip at first, and I’m going to ask you questions in Chemistry of
course, now with every correct answer I’ll go deeper, with every wrong one, I’m
pulling out. Got it?”
Michael nods “Yes, sir.” as he tries to wrack his brain for answers to
questions his teacher might ask.
“Perfect, see, you’re becoming better already.” Geoff smirks before applying
more lube to his fingers and starting to rub it along Michael’s hole in slow
strokes. He puts one hand on his cock and the other on Michael’s freckled hip
then slowly starts to push himself inside of Michael.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Geoff!” Michael mewls, his eyes shutting a he slowly starts
to lift his upper body a bit.
Geoff would scold him, but he lets it slide because he knows that Michael has
never experienced something like this before. The tattooed man starts to move
his hips a bit, only having a little more than half of the tip of his hard cock
inside of Michael, wanting to throw a bone to the student.
“Alright there, Michael, time for your quiz. Now, this is an easy one, what is
the nucleolus of an atom made of?”
“Protons.” Michael responds, his eyes shutting tightly.
“And?”
Michael swallows hard before responding “Neutrons.”
“Excellent!” Geoff congratulates before slowly sliding in the tip of his cock
in all the way, slowly moving his hips back and forth., getting Michael
comfortable with the length and size.
Michael moans and it sounds like music to Geoff’s ears, hearing the once mouth,
loud, bratty student that would mouth him off, now moaning and being the
perfect little twink.
“Next question, what’s the oldest kind of rock on earth?”
“What the fuck, that’s geology, not fucking chemistry!” Michael growls, not
knowing the answer.
Well, he was perfect for a while.
Geoff shoves his whole length into Michael’s hole, making the student howl in
pain. Geoff was pretty sure all of his colleagues in the science hallway were
gone, now he can make Michael suffer loudly “Tsk, tsk, tsk, Michael, I ask the
questions, you just answer and if you get it right you get exactly what you
want, fuck you little twink.”
The tattooed teacher pulls out till the tip is left in Michael’s hole, tight
around him “Now are you going to stop being so smart, or else I could just end
you out of this room with no clothes and let any remaining teachers or even the
janitor see a naked little twink out in the hall.”
“Fuck, Daddy.” Michael whimpers, too blissed out of his mind to care.
Geoff’s bright blue eyes grow a bit clouded, getting off on the power and now
the title, Daddy, that’s what Michael wanted.
“That’s right, I’m your Daddy. Now be good and answer the question, I’ll give
you a hint it’s harder than my cock and starts with I.” Geoff responds before
he starts to kiss at Michael’s neck, both hands now of Michael’s hips, keeping
the student close to him.
“Is it Igneous rock?” Michael responds, he’s starting to pant a bit.
Geoff shoves a bit more of his cock into Michael and purrs “Perfect, such a
smart boy, so good towards his teacher and daddy. Now your next question,
what’s the most common bleaching agent?”
“Chlorine.” Michael answers with a bit of confidence, he knows all about
bleaching clothing, with the amount of times he’s had to get not only his
blood, but other people’s blood out of his clothes, he knows exactly what’s in
bleach.
Geoff shoves another inch inside of Michael, halfway inside of his student’s
ass. As illegal and terrible it sounds, it looked so hot, flushed, hot ass
cheeks, red marks all over a freckled back, and he finally has the most
troublesome kid in his whole career under his thumb “Next question; the
material which can be deformed permanently by heat and pressure is called a?”
“Uhh, a thermoplastic?” Michael asks, not too such, starting to lose a bit of
focus as he feels Geoff’s hard cock inside of him, not fully believing this is
reality.
“Wrong, Michael. It’s called thermoset.” Geoff responds before pulling out a
bit, making Michael whine “Don’t get that way with me, Michael, behave for
Daddy. How about I make the next question all or nothing since you’re going to
be such a baby? If you’re right, I shove it all in, if you’re wrong, we’re
finished this session.”
“Sounds like a deal.” Michael responds, just wanting all of Geoff’s cock inside
of him, tired of the older man’s teasing.
“Alright then; the high reactivity of fluorine is due to what?” Geoff asks, as
he looks to the back of Michael’s head, the ends of the curls starting to get
matted down his sweat.
“Um.. Umm.” Michael stutters, his head swirling like water down a drain, he
can’t collect his thoughts, his heart is racing.
“Cat got your tongue?” Geoff smirks, rubbing circles into Michael’s thigh with
his thumb.
“It’s because of it high electro negativity, that’s why.” Michael responds,
hoping that it’s right.
Geoff’s eyes widen and he responds “Good job, Michael, you won.” then shoves
the rest of his length inside of his student.
Michael moans as he feels Geoff slowly moving in and out, feeling on top of the
world, a blissful feeling he’s never felt before.
Geoff grips Michael’s hips tightly as he starts to move faster, tired of
dancing around this and wanting to get to the feeling of Michael’s tight hole
milk him dry. He leans on top of Michael as he starts to move faster, he
whispers in Michael’s ear “Such a good boy, so good to Daddy.”
“Daddy.” Michael whimpers as he moves his head to the side, letting Geoff’s
lips invade his neck.
Geoff starts to move his hips faster, grinding against Michael, soaking in all
the pleasure as it clings to his bones.
“Fuck, Daddy, I wanna be good, good for you.”
Geoff grunts “You’ve been an angel, my little fucking angel.”
Michael grips the edge of the desk, his fingers hurting from how hard he has to
grip so he doesn’t hit his head on anything, he doesn’t want to have to go to
the hospital due to a concussion.
Geoff’s pace speeds up, Michael bouncing on Geoff’s cock as the teacher rams it
inside of him, only to pull it out then stick it back in at full force, a cycle
that leaves both of them in a primal trance, needing each other, wanting the
touching and the intimacy. This started out as a punishment, now both of them
are slowly becoming blissed out by the sensation, the electricity running
through their veins like crackles of thunder.
“Fucking hell, Michael, just fuck. I should’ve taken you months ago, the first
day of classes, the way you spoke, the way you looked at me, you made something
light up in me, you’ve made me a lusty man, subcum me to one of the deadly
sins, and I don’t even want to repent these sins.”
Michael moans, arching his back and his hips so Geoff can get access to his
hole so the teacher can pound away at him.
“That’s right, you’re a whore in the eyes of the lord, fucking slut, but I
don’t mind, every slut has to have someone willing to fuck them senseless.”
All this dirty talk goes straight to Michael’s cock, and the friction against
the desk isn’t helping his cause either. With a few more thrusts, he cums all
over the desk, almost hitting the papers on the desk, most of them getting on
the wood or his boxers, he lets out a loud moan and arches his back as Geoff
continues to pound him.
“That’s right, Michael, such a good boy, such a good twink. You’re perfect!”
Geoff moans, kissing Michael’s sweaty neck a few times before grumbling
“Daddy’s almost there.”
Michael’s in a trance, letting Geoff use his body, every nerve alive and his
brain is working over time.
Geoff thrusts deeply a few more times, letting the wave of pleasure roll over
him as he cums into his student, not caring what anyone else would say if they
saw this, in the moment all he cares about his himself and the boy he’s
fucking, leaving high off coming.
“Fucking hell, Michael, you’re a fucking angel from heaven.” He groans, feeling
his forehead become incredibly sweaty and he feels more alive than he has since
he was in high school.
 
Michael whimpers as he feels his ass become full of cum, but he doesn’t mind.
He feels more content than ever before, this feeling natural to him, as if it
was meant to be all along.
Geoff slowly pulls out and pulls up Michael’s boxers and pants, giving his now
covered ass a slight pat before working on his own pants. He helps Michael to
his feet and kisses him passionately.
“Such a good boy.” He smiles, looking into Michael’s brown eyes.
He helps Michael get his bag, but keep the lube because he is most certain that
this will happen again. He can see that Michael is slowly starting to get back
to his normal state, getting over the high of coming.
He walks Michael to the door of the classroom, and the ginger haired student
says “Thank you for showing me the error of my ways.” starting to smirk at his
teacher, his eyes still a little glazed.
“Well, you may be good today, but we might have to have another meeting
tomorrow.” Geoff kisses Michael again, not getting enough of his lush lips.
He opens the door and lets his student out with a slight smack on the ass,
which makes Michael whimper and falter in his steps and his covers his cheek
with his hand.
“Get cleaned up soon.” Geoff nods, seeing the ginger haired boy look at him,
his cheeks still marked red.
The tattooed teacher rests against the door frame as he watches his student
walk away, he could really get used to this, now all he has to do it hope that
for once that smart ass will listen and keep his mouth shut.
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