A Win, Win Meeting.

In the middle of my fourth period class I got a phone call. I was the only Art teacher in the entire high school system. As I stopped speaking about what had been said over and over that day; I walked over to the phone and waited for a ring to come from the phone. As I picked it up I said the normal greeting.
“Mr. Way, room 307, how may I help you?” I asked as I leaned up on the desk.
“Gerard, this is Frank Iero. I’m the music teacher and I wish to speak to you after school about Mikey Way” The phone was hung up and I did the same. This was only fourth period, so I still had four more to go, plus a quick coffee break.
***
Finally, it was my coffee break. As I sat at my desk, I placed the steaming liquid onto the smooth wood and allowed my mind to wander to what Mr Iero would want to talk to me about.
We work in two different departments, so why would he need me for a meeting? And furthermore, why would he request the meeting to talk about Mikey? I swear, if he's broken another drum set, I'm going to kill him.
As I trailed my eyes down to my coffee, I sighed in disappointment and aggravation as I noticed that, in my train of thought, I'd forgotten about my now freezing cold beverage.
As I stood up I brought my keys with me and locked the door behind me. I had my wallet on me so I could easily get a candy bar or something if I wanted it. As I walked down the halls -that were now a ghost town- I took the few turns that it took to make it to the music hall and looked at the signs outside of the doors for the one that told me I had come to the classroom of Iero, Frank.
I go to the room and knocked a faint "come in!" could be heard and I peeked my head in the door. “Ah! Gerard Way, please come sit. We need to talk about your younger brother”
I slowly slid into the seat and listened to the small creak it made as my mass slumped into it, before opening my mouth to speak.
"So, Mr Iero, what did you want to discuss about Mikey? He didn't break anything, did he? I told him not to d-"
My words were silenced with Mr Iero's chuckle as he responded. "No no no, he didn't break anything, Mr Way"
"So, what did you want to say about him?" I questioned, a string of nervousness tightening around my stomach.
"You seem tense, Mr Way, please relax. I promise it's nothing too bad"
“I’m not tense, just a bit tired. I was up late last night” I told him as I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Mikey is a wonderful bass player but I want to give him a bit of a challenge. I would like to teach him a second instrument; but in order to do this I need your consent” Frank leaned forward, his hands crossed and his eyes dark.
“What does Mikey think of this? I’m not going to force him to do something that he does not wish to do.” I was not going to have the only family member I have left hating me.
"I need your permission more importantly, your consent is more significant than his" He responded, still that dark look in his hazel eyes.
"But he's the one playing the instrument, not me" I responded, becoming rather irked by his words.
"This is a challenge, Mr Way. A challenge for him. He doesn't need to give permission to issue himself a challenge"
"I think you'll find he does, Mr Iero" I felt my teeth grit together slightly, the irritation becoming clearer to me. He doesn't seem to understand this situation fully, and I really didn't appreciate him bugging me about this further.
“Why he is a minor, this is his last year of school and I think he would take it easily. Mikey is playing bass lines I couldn’t until I was in collage” Mr. Iero was smirking at me.
“May I remind you that you are a student teacher? My final answer is no. Unless my brother tells me that he wants to learn a second instrument. I have heard nothing of this and we live together.” I stood up and pushed my chair in.
“Gerard, you touch that door and you will regret it. Do not walk out that door. I am not done talking to you” Frank sounded like he was trying to be a higher power and it did arouse me a bit.
“Then talk fast, say something that will make me stay” I walked to the door and I could tell Frank was thinking.
“I can give you what you want” A dark tone laced his words.
My hand tensed around the cold, brass doorknob but loosened slightly after. I could feel his smirk burn into the back of my head as he watched me, hazel eyes with small Amber specks boring into me.
"And what do you think I want, Mr Iero?" I spoke, trying my best to keep my words calm and slowly delivered, lacking the ability to turn to face him. It didn't seem as though I needed to, because after a short period of time, I felt his frame stand directly behind me, his stomach pressing against my back. I felt his lips brush against my earlobe as he growled into my ear. "Relief. You want some relief, don't you, Gerard?"
“I might and I might not. But what's in it for the two of us?” His face still could be seen in the brass door knob.
“Pleasure, relief, detachment, a connection that has never been felt by any other. All you have to do is let go” Frank’s words were hot on the edge of the shell of my ear.
“You had no plan of getting me to let Mikey play a second instrument, did you?” I asked as I still had my fingers on the doorknob. This was a test, an endurance test to see how long I could last.
“I did but then I saw how pretty you are. Let go Gerard. let me make you feel good” Frank was gentle as he nipped at the skin.
One of his heavily tattooed hands moved to gently caress my hip as the other reached up to run through my hair.
"I want to .." I started, but his skillful hands continued to distract me.
"What do you want to do, Gerard?" He huskily whispered into my ear as he dragged his tongue across the lobe, causing my breath to hitch in my throat as a small gasp fell from my lips. I mustered up every word of the sentence and, with much difficulty, I managed to respond.
"I want to feel good. I want to let go"
“Then let go, just take your fingers off the knob” Frank huskily whispered in my ear. His tongue was gentle on the soft skin of my neck. I was getting hot, and Frank knew it.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, that you will be begging for more. Just let go” Frank’s voice was filled with power and I wanted to let go but something was stopping me.
“How are you going to make me feel good?” I whimpered out, Frank started to grind; I could feel his slightly hard member against me.
“I will tease you to the breaking point, your arms will be tied behind you, you will be at my mercy” Frank was smiling and I could feel it on the back of my neck as he gently blew.
I felt my legs buckle only by his teasing words, his breath hot on the back of my neck. A small pleasured whimper escaped me as he grazed his teeth against the sensitive skin, the smile still dancing upon his face. The hand that was previously holding my hip trailed down my arm and attached itself around the hand wrapped around the doorknob. Another whimper was released as his latched his teeth onto my neck, distracting me from him taking my hand slowly away from the knob. "Do it, Frank" I pleaded. "Make me feel good. Put me at your mercy"
“Don’t worry Baby. I will” Frank was now almost fully hard and I was close to being behind him. I felt my hands being pulled back behind me and I felt a soft rope tying the two tools that had been calloused by years of brushing over paper. The marks could be seen from the day I had spent drawing after I talked.
The shirt I was wearing was gone before my arms were fully tied behind my back. Frank very gently took my nipple in his mouth and nipped and licked at the small pebbles. A breathy moan came from my lips and throat.
I closed my eyes and threw my head back as his tongue swirled around the bud, teeth gently nipping and pulling at the teat. Slowly, he trailed his tongue across my chest as he splayed his hands across the skin, seeming desperate to explore every naked part of me. I leaned back against the door and allowed him to do whatever he pleased to me, lust and want overwhelming my other emotions. He trailed his tongue down my chest and placed kisses along my waist, all the while continuing to give my nipples attention by caressing them with the pads of his thumbs.
“Gerard, do you feel good?” Frank whispered as he slowly licked down my chest, hitting both of the nerve bundles.
“Yes, Oh Fuck yes” I was a hot mess, just trying my best to be a good boy and stay still.
“Good, Good sluts need to feel good. Are you ready to become mine?” Frank asked, his eyes heavy lidded and dark with lust.
“Please. make me yours” I whimpered and a hot kiss was placed on my lips.
Not a gentle, sweet kiss; but a hot, lustful, teeth clashing, tongue tangling kiss.
“I’m your slut”
"Hmmm yes you are. You're my little slut" he growled into the kiss as one of his hands threaded through my hair, tugging at the locks. A pleasured moan was my response, and I opened my eyes to look at him. Begging, pleading for more.
"Oh, do you want more?" He asked, teasingly trailing the pad of his fingers along my member, which was, unfortunately, still covered by fabric. Frank noticed my eagerness to remove the trousers and grinned as his bit my bottom lip gently.
"Don't worry baby, those jeans will be off very soon"
A high whine came from my lips and Frank smiled. “I told you would would be begging for more, but first I think you need to be collared. Like the little mutt you are”
A black leather collar was pulled out and placed on my neck. The strap was then fastened so it was to the point that if it was any tighter it would pinch me.
“You are so pretty, maybe soon we will bring your buddy out to play.” Frank smirked as my hair was pulled lightly and my head brought to be straight on the door.
“Kneel for me”
He gestured towards his boxers which, thanks to his erection, was straining at the seams. "take them off of me, slut" he commanded.
"But how, master?" I asked, emphasising the word 'master'.
"with your fucking teeth" he growled, and I happily obeyed. Within a matter of seconds, his boxers were discarded and his erection was free.
"What would you like me to do, master?" I questioned.
"Be a good little slut and suck it for me"
As I took my masters member into my mouth; I brought it to the back of my throat with ease. A moan came from my higher power. This caused me to moan and Frank to pant. His eyes were open but he was lost in pleasure.
"You like my cock, bitch?" Frank asked as he left my mouth and stroked himself a bit. "You're lucky I have self control or you would have a hot load in your mouth"
Frank had a drop of pre-cum on his tip. I was tempted to lick it away but I knew better than to do things without my master's approval. I stood on my knees like the good slut I was.
"Good boy"
I watched as he slowly stroked his member, watching his hand and listening closely to the delicious sounds he made.
After a small while, he took his hand away from his cock and instead tangled it roughly into my hair. He tugged the strands tightly until my head was facing him and kissed me roughly, letting his tongue enter my mouth and explore the space. I leaned my head back slightly to give him a better angle and allowed his tongue to dominate mine, relishing in the beautiful pool of pleasure bubbling In my stomach.
As my Master pulled away, I felt hands run down down my back. Slowly my pants and briefs were pulled down. A ring was placed around my shaft and two fingers by my mouth were pushed in. I sucked and lick coating the long fingers in my saliva.
"Because you resisted me, you have to be punished. Turn around and place your head on your underwear.” I did as I was told and my ass was out for all to see. Frank stood up and went to get something quickly. I felt the two fingers slip in with ease.
I told tell that my master greatly enjoyed watching me squirm and writhe before him. I began moaning but was silenced when Frank spoke.
"Bite your underwear, and don't moan unless I say you can" He commanded, dominance and power clear in his voice and movements. He continued to thrust his fingers into me and with every push of his fingers, It became so much harder to resist creating even the smallest pleasures noise. That familiar pooling feeling gargles in my stomach, but I knew I couldn't relieve it. I knew I couldn't get rid of it.
Because of that damn cock ring.
After a short while, a third finger was pushed in but only enough to finish streaming me. A slightly lubed item was pushed up into me. The cool toy was warming up and so was the lube that had been placed over it. Though it was just enough not to cause me any pain.
My master slowly moved the toy until I arched my back and bit my lip to keep from moaning. With a click the toy began to vibrate. I had a prostate massager in me and damn it was doing it’s job. The urge to moan was strong.
After a short while, it all became too much and I moaned, long and slow.
"You dirty little slut, how dare you disobey your master" He spoke, a small growl lacing his voice. "You need to be punished for being a bad little slut" And with that, he brought his hand down to meet my ass. I felt the pain twinge through me, but after a while, it transformed to extreme pleasure, and I was left silently begging for more. And that's what he gave me.
More spanks were given to me, and still that urge to moan was there.
“You make any noise and you will not cum and I will make sure you don’t touch yourself” Frank growled. I was bitting both my lip and the cloth. The vibrator was turned up. But my balls were being toyed with.
“You will not make any noise but to count the punishment I give you and you will tell me thank you after each one” my master’s tone was dark and husky. The pleasure I was feeling was intense.
A single sound rang throughout the room. The sound of a paddle being pushed upon the roundness of my rump. “One, Thank you Master” I whimpered.
I felt the paddle make contact with my ass once more, and I shakily spoke. "Two. T-Thank you, master"
Roughly, his fingernails scraped down my back and a silent whimper escaped me.
"No fucking stuttering. You thank your master loud and clearly" He stated, still with a small growl. I nodded in response, unable to form a coherent sentence to speak. The paddle once again collided with my bare skin and I arched my back in pleasure, lust glazing my vision and forming stars in my line of sight. A sharp pain that only made me feel like I was almost at my end.
“Three, Thank you master” I said as loudly and as clearly as I could, though I had a time where my voice sounded like I was in my early teens once again. I felt another tap and that just about sent me over the edge.
“Four, Thank you Master” I was crying now, and soon after, I heard my Master put the paddle on the table that was close to where we were.
“Good boy, you are such a good boy, you know that?” Frank leaded down and the pre-cum was all but on the floor.
With a hum of both approval and arousal, he dragged a fingernail down my back and traced the red marks on my ass with the pad of his finger. My teeth were still tightly clamped around my underwear, and it was a good thing too, because soon I felt the toy harshly slam further into my ass, the pleasure coming from my prostate greatly intensifying. Again and again and again, the toy was thrusted in and out of me, and yet I still refused to make any noise, no matter how hard it was.
"Hmm, I'll reward you. Before we've finished, I'll make you moan. I'll make you scream" He growled. The toy was gone and was replaced with Master standing behind me, his two fingers in. They rubbed my prostate, just teasing me again. I stayed still and just bit into my underwear like it was my life line. Master moved his fingers and placed his tongue into my ass. I was really fighting the need to moan. I was so close I could feel how heavy my balls were. Master’s tongue was still wiggling in my ass as he reached to play with my balls.
“Gerard just moan for me, scream for me” My Master was blowing hot breath onto my entrance as he spoke in a hushed tone.
I was silently begging, pleading to scream with ecstacy.
But I couldn't,
I was a good boy.
I couldn't betray my master.
Instead, I silently moaned into the underwear, hoping it would relieve my needs, but to no avail.
I felt his wet, hot tongue slither around and explore as the pleasure continued to agonizingly bubble in my stomach.
All too soon, his tongue was gone and I was violently shoved to my knees.
"Beg for me, slut" He commanded. "Beg me to fuck your pretty little ass"
“Please Master, Fuck my sluttly ass and take me. I belong to you and only you. Pound into me and make me beg for more. Fuck my red ass until I can’t walk” I was begging for a fuck. This day just got better and better.
“I love it when you talk dirty, Bitch. Get that sexy ass of yours up in the air for me” Frank walked around to my back end and lightly brushed his fingers over the curve of my ass. “Such a pretty little thing, too bad you're a slut. I will change that though”
Frank pushed in and missed my prostate on purpose, teasing me harshly.
A small, accidental whimper fell from my lips and I instantly regretted it. A hard, aching slap was planted onto my back and I was practically writhing beneath my master.
"What did I tell you about making any noises, you little fucking slut? Not until I tell you to" He stated.
"Yes, master" I struggled to form the sentence as his thrusted in, once again missing my prostate. My boxers ripped from the impact of my teeth, and Frank merely smirked in return.
Again and again he viciously slammed into me, missing that one delicious spot that I silently begged him to hit.
Frank hit my prostate at full force and speed, trying to keep from screaming was proving a hard challenge.
“Did that feel good slut?” My Master asked me.
“Yes Master, thank you Master” I told him, just barely able to hold on. If I had a safe word, it would be close to being screamed out.
My Master went back to missing my prostate, Frank was now stroking me in time to his thrusts.
“I’m almost there slut, but you're so fucking tight” My Master panted out. I was close to screaming out mercy but I feared the punishment.
Just listening to his delicious sounds made me want to scream in pleasure. His moans conjoined with my pants and created new sounds to slice through the stillness of the silence. Frank could tell I was pleading to be relieved but he decided to tease. "Do you want me to take that cock ring off, huh? Do you want me to let you scream, you dirty little slut?" He growled fiercely, and I responded with a nod and another small, desperate pant.
"Only after I'm done" my Master growled at me. Each push and pull he made, made my urge to cum so much stronger.
Frank hit my prostate again and I was shaking. The need to just let go was so strong. After one last hard thrust, Frank released and his hot cum flooded into me.
He thrusted through his orgasm, his beautiful noises filling my ears. After he was finished, he pulled out and flipping me over onto my back. He slowly pulled the ring off of my achingly hard cock, making sure to 'accidentally' brush his hand against my length.
"Jack yourself off, you little fucking slut" He commanded, and I happily complied. He ripped the cloth from my mouth and watched hungrily as I stroked myself, moans and whimpers filling the air. He bit at the skin on my neck and smirked happily as I screamed in pleasure, my strokes combined with his talented mouth spilling me over the edge.
As I lay there panting he smiled in approval.
"Good boy, you did such a good job" My Master told me as he kissed me softly. "Look at you. such a pretty face"
I looked down and Frank licked away my own cum. Our pants were released in synchronization, the sounds of them filling the air.
"I think I should call you in for a meeting much more often" Frank commented.
I nodded eagerly, and responded happily. "Definitely"

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