It was a regular day for Shore-don Flunke. He sat down in his favorite class: baking chicken. The teacher recently quit so he was ecstatic. The last teacher made grilled chicken all the time. It's fucking disgusting! Only fried for Shore-don. Sat next to him was his good pal, Bone eye.
"Hey, Boney." Said Shore-don. Bone eye just nodded at him. Just as Shore-don looked away, a blacked haired beauty walked in. He began to speak.
"Hello everyone, I am your new baking chicken teacher. I am Mr. Fisher." He smiled and looked at everyone's ugly faces. "We're gonna do roll-call real quick." He said as he retrieved the paper.
"Oh shit, he's finna butcher my name." Whispered Moocaroni. Moocaroni was Shore-don's ex. He was ugly and stupid and smelt like carrots.
"Alright, Gaylord?" Mr. Fisher called out.
"Here!"
"Great, where's shithead?"
"Here."
"Uh-huh, Breadbowl?"
"Henlo."
"Hunya. Milkiboi?"
"Here."
"Bone eye Dry Guy?"
"Just Bone eye..."
"Alright, Moocaroni?"
"Oh bet, you said it right! I'm here."
"Stunning, lastly, Shore-don?"
"Here, Mr. Fisher." Shore-don smiled. He and Mr. Fisher locked eyes.
"I-I'm glad you are.. Alright" Mr. Fisher tore his eyes away from Shore-dons. "We're gonna start by talking about the best types of chicken. Who would like to tell me the best type of chicken?" Mr. Fisher looked around for the poor soul he'd torture with this question.
"Me!" Called out Breadbowl.
"Breadbowl, tell me." Mr. Fisher called.
"It's grilled. It's healthy and delicious." Breadbowl smiled. Mr. Fisher also smiled and turned to look into the corner of the room. He looked there for a minute and looked back.
"Okay, how about someone who isn't a fucking retard?" Mr. Fisher suggested. Milkiboi raised his hand.
"12." He said. Mr. Fisher grabbed the ruler and hit Milkiboi in the head.
"Are all of you this retarded? Because I know damn well I did ask to not be put with retards." Shore-don raised his hand.
"Oh for fucks- what is it Shore-don?" Mr. Fisher sighed.
"The answer is fried." Shore-don smiled. Mr. Fisher got on his knees.
"You must be church." He mumbled. Shore-don smiled.
"YOU. ARE A GENIUS. THANK YOU." Mr. Fisher yelled. Suddenly the bell rang. 45 minutes passed?
"Shore-don, stay back. Everyone, just...get out of my fucking face." Mr. Fisher pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Yes, Mr. Fisher?" Shore-don asked suggestively as everyone left. Mr. Fisher locked the door and pulled the curtains down.
"You just think you can sit there looking hawt as fuck? And be a complete genius too? I don't think so..." Mr. Fisher growled. Shore-don bit down on his bottom lip.
"Well, Mr. Fisher, I've been a bad boy and this is the only class I can behave in.." Shore-don whispered as he sat on Mr. Fisher's desk.
"Oh? Well, I guess I should fix that for all the other teachers, huh?" Mr. Fisher stood in front of Shore-don and looked down.
"Yes, Mr. Fisher." Shore-don breathed. He took Mr. Fisher's hands and placed them on his thighs. He was only wearing a skirt after all.
"And Shore-don, I can smell that. You're an omega.." Mr. Fisher growled.
"And I can sense that you are an Alpha.." Shore-don moaned.
"Mm... and it's Noel, but you should call me Daddy." Noel growled into Shore-dons ear.
"Oh, fuck me, daddy." Moaned Shore-don.
"Are you telling me or asking me?" Noel said as he shrugged off his jacket.
"I'm asking, d-daddy..Please fuck me, daddy." Shore-don begged.
"Mmm, well, who am I to say no then?" Noel said as he pulled Shore-don off the desk and bent him over it.
"But first, you need a punishment...should I spank you or not let you cum?" Noel asked as he rubbed the back of Shore-don's thighs.
"It's up to y-you, d-daddy.." Shore-don whimpered out. He really did not want to wear a cock ring, He despised those things.
"Damn right it is, baby. You're lucky I'm feeling generous today, so you'll get 20. Thank me every five." Noel growled out and right after he said this, he pulled Shore-don's skirt up and spanked him once. Shore-don jerked forward. Noel lent up and whispered in his ear. "And no sounds either, or I'll gag you with grilled chicken." Shore-don gulped and nodded. Noel spanked him 4 more times.
"5, thank you, daddy." Shore-don moaned out. Soon he made it to 20 with a bruised ass and tear-filled eyes. It hurt but in the best way possible..He loved the way Noel hurt him, it's irresistible.
"You gonna let daddy fuck you, kitten?" Noel asked. Shore-don nodded quickly.
"Do you have, you know..The things?" Shore-don asked.
"You know it, baby. Don't you worry." Noel said as he ripped off Shore-dons pink lacy panties.
"Damn, slut. You know just how to dress. You got another daddy around here? Answer me, whore." Noel demanded as he gave Shore-don another spank.
"I- uh-No, daddy, only for you.. I like to dress this way but now you like it too, so only for you..." Shore-don moaned out as Noel rubbed his ass.
"That's right. You may be a whore, but you're my whore. Got it?" Shore-don moaned as he felt Noel slide a lubed slug tail in.
"Yes, d-daddy, o-oh, I can t-take anothe-r one.." Shore-don moaned out. Noel slid in his finger and before Shore-don knew it, his whole fist was up his ass, he had to remove his tail so he could stand.
"Oh, daddy, h-harder!" Shore-don screamed. Noel took his fist out and slammed it right into Shore-dons prostate. Noel pulled something out of Shore-don's asshole. It was... a piece of fried chicken that look about 69 hours old. Noel took a big bite out of it and set it down on the desk.
"You want daddy's big slug peepee, honey?" Noel asked as he slid an xxxxxxxx condom on his magnum dong.
"Oh, yes, daddy. So much, you don't understand, I ne-" Shore-don was cut off by a scream when Noel slammed into him. His peepee was nothing like his fist. Shore-don has never had anything as big as a fist, let alone Noel's dick up his ass. Noel pulled out and rammed in again.
"You like that, slut? Huh? You like daddy's big peepee reking ur ass? Tell me, princess." Noel said as he picked up his thrusting pace.
"Yes, daddy, Oh god, please, mark me, make me yours, alpha. Come on, daddy." Shore-don moaned out. Shore-don reached down to stroke his 2 inch dick but Noel swatted his hand away.
"Only daddy gets to touch your princess parts, or no cummies. You hear me?" Noel said as he began thrusting as fast and hard as he could.
"Y-yes, sorry, daddy.." Shore-don said as Noel reached down and started jerking Shore-don off.
"Daddy, can I cum? Please, let me." Shore-don begged. Noel smirked.
"You cum after daddy. So you have to wait." Noel said as he knew he was close. After a minute or two, Noel warned Shore-don.
"Oh, shit, baby, I'm gonna-" He moaned as he rode out his orgasm.
"You gonna cum for me baby?" Noel said as he pulled Shore-dons dreads back.
"Y-yes, daddy." Shortly after that. Shore-don came onto the desk. Noel tied the condom into a knot and threw it into the garbage.
"You need a ride home?" Noel asked tiredly.
"Mhm.." Shore-don said as he fell asleep on the desk next to Noel.
More next. Gets kinky after this. yw.