DETENTION(Chapter one)

Theme: M/M Age-Gap, Power Imbalance, Rough Oral, Obsession Begins

Trigger Warning: Explicit sexual content, rough face-fucking, spit, verbal degradation, age difference, teacher/student dynamic

The door slammed shut.

Noah West leaned back against it with a shit-eating grin, eyes glittering with something reckless. The classroom was empty, just him and the professor, the desk, and the hour ticking toward midnight.

“Office hours run late tonight?” he asked, dropping his bag with a thud.

Professor Calder didn’t answer.

He was behind the desk, hands clasped on the surface like he was trying to stay calm…like the leash on his control was fraying.

“You’re late,” Calder said at last.

“I figured I’d make an entrance.”

“You figured wrong.”

Noah raised his brows, smug. “So what? Gonna give me another lecture, Professor?”

“No,” Calder said. “Kneel.”

Noah blinked. “Excuse me?”

“I said…” Calder stood, pushing back his chair with enough force to scrape the floor. “Kneel.”

The air shifted.

Noah’s breath caught in his throat. The challenge flickered in his gaze…but didn’t vanish.

“What if I don’t?” he taunted.

Calder stalked toward him, every step deliberate. He didn’t stop until he was toe-to-toe with the cocky brat.

He grabbed Noah by the jaw, squeezing. “Then I’ll put you there myself.”

His tone was like steel dragged through fire.

Noah’s knees hit the floor.

“I knew you’d give in eventually,” Calder said, unbuckling his belt.

“You’ve been begging for my attention all semester. Mouthing off. Showing up late. Spreading your legs under the desk like you wanted me to notice. You’ve earned this.”

He pulled out his cock…thick, hard, already leaking.

“Open your mouth.”

Noah parted his lips slowly, defiantly.

Calder slapped his cheek lightly. “Wider.”

Noah obeyed.

Then Calder shoved forward.

No warning. No mercy.

Noah gagged immediately.

“Good,” Calder groaned. “Let me hear it. All that smart mouth reduced to spit and choking.”

He grabbed the back of Noah’s head and began to thrust. Hard. Brutal. Relentless.

Noah’s hands scrabbled at his thighs, trying to steady himself as his throat was stretched and used.

Spit poured from his mouth. Drool soaked his chin, his shirt, the floor.

“You thought you were in control, didn’t you?” Calder growled. “Flirting with me in front of the class. Those tight jeans. That smug fucking smirk. You’ve been dying for this cock.”

Noah moaned around him.

“You like it?” Calder snapped. “Then fucking take it.”

He pulled back and slapped Noah’s face with his cock…once, twice…before jamming it back in deep.

“Choke on it, slut.”

Noah coughed, gagging, eyes watering. He looked up…lips stretched, mascara smudging, filthy and ruined.

Calder groaned. “Look at you. Fucking beautiful like this. My perfect mouth toy.”

He pulled out, strings of spit clinging to his shaft.

“Take off your shirt.”

Noah obeyed, blinking through tears as he stripped.

“Hands behind your back.”

He complied.

“Good boy.”

Calder tapped his cock against Noah’s lips.

“You want more?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then beg.”

Noah’s voice cracked. “Please, Professor… I need it. Use me. Fuck my throat. Make me choke on it again.”

Calder shoved back in, deeper than before. Noah’s nose pressed against his pelvis.

“Don’t breathe. Don’t move. Take every inch like the desperate little brat you are.”

He held him there, hips grinding, groaning with every slick stroke.

Noah whimpered, his throat stretched raw.

Calder didn’t stop.

“You love this, don’t you?”

Noah hummed faintly.

“You’re mine now. That mouth? It’s mine. That smartass attitude? I’ll fuck it out of you every week if I have to.”

Noah moaned.

“Touch yourself,” Calder ordered.

Noah hesitated.

“Now.”

He reached down, cock hard in his pants, rubbing through the fabric.

Calder growled. “Show me. Unzip. Stroke it.”

Noah did, moaning around Calder’s cock as he jerked himself off, spit and tears running down his face.

“Gonna come?” Calder asked.

Noah nodded.

“Don’t. Not yet. Just keep begging.”

Noah tried to form words, garbled around the thick shaft in his mouth.

“Please… please… let me come. Please use me.”

Calder thrust once more..then pulled back.

Noah gasped, panting, face soaked.

“Stick out your tongue.”

Noah obeyed.

Calder stroked himself once, twice…then came. Hot, thick ropes across Noah’s tongue, his cheek, his lashes.

“Don’t wipe it off.”

Noah nodded.

“Hands behind your back again. Sit on your heels.”

Calder zipped up slowly, towering over him.

“Now look up at me.”

Noah did.

“You think this gets you out of detention?”

Noah shook his head.

“No. It gets you claimed.”

Calder didn’t wait.

He reached down, grabbed Noah by the scruff of his neck, and dragged him up from his knees. Cum still glistened on his flushed cheeks.

“Hands on the desk. Now.”

Noah staggered, breathless, eyes wide and glazed as he obeyed, leaning forward. He placed his palms flat, heart racing, every nerve alight. Calder kicked his feet apart with his boot.

“Wider.”

The professor circled him slowly, like a predator admiring prey already caught.

Noah looked over his shoulder, eyes pleading. Calder met his gaze and smirked.

“You’ve been begging for this all term. Bent over my desk, moaning like a fucking whore.”

He pulled Noah’s pants down to his thighs in one harsh yank.

“Look at that ass,” he whispered darkly. “So perfect. So fucking mine.”

He slapped it…hard. Noah cried out.

“Louder,” Calder ordered.

He hit him again. Harder. Then again.

Noah whimpered. “P-Professor…”

“Shut up and take it. You wanted this. You earned this.”

He leaned in, his mouth close to Noah’s ear.

“I’m going to fuck you so deep they’ll hear you in the damn faculty lounge.”

He spat on his fingers, slid them between Noah’s cheeks. One finger slipped in.

Noah gasped, legs trembling.

“You’re tight,” Calder growled. “We’ll fix that.”

Two fingers now, scissoring him open. Noah moaned louder, arching his back.

Calder’s free hand gripped his hair, yanking his head back.

“You’re going to cry my name. Loud. You’ll beg for it. You’ll scream for it.”

He spat again, slicking himself. Then he lined up behind him and pushed in dick in.

Noah screamed.

The desk shook. His hands flew forward to keep balance.

“F-fuck…it’s too big…”

“You’ll take every inch. You wanted it, now fucking take it.”

Calder buried himself fully, pausing only a second before he started to thrust.

Hard. Deep. Merciless.

Noah cried out with each brutal snap of hips, the filthy slap of skin echoing through the classroom.

“Listen to you,” Calder snarled. “Moaning like a slut. Are you my little cock-hungry brat now?”

“Yes…yes sir…”

Calder grabbed his jaw, forced his face to the side.

“Say it louder.”

“I’m your slut, Professor…I’m your filthy little slut…”

He was crying now. Shameless. Overstimulated. Cock drooling against the desk.

Calder growled low, driving in deeper.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me…tight little hole begging to be ruined…”

Noah sobbed.

“I c-can’t…I…”

“You will. You’ll take it all. You’ll break for me.”

Calder reached under and grabbed his cock, stroking it in time with the pounding.

“You cum when I say. No sooner. You don’t get to come without permission.”

Noah trembled. “Please…please let me…please sir…”

“Not yet. Say you love being my toy.”

“I do…I love it…I love being your toy…please!”

“Now.”

Noah exploded…cum splattering the desk, his scream so raw it cracked the silence if the classroom.

Calder slammed in one last time and came deep, growling like an animal.

He collapsed forward, draping over Noah’s trembling back.

Neither of them moved for a long time.

Then Calder leaned close to his ear, voice low, breath hot.

“You belong to me now, West. You come to this classroom, you kneel. You bend. You beg.”

Noah whimpered.

“And I own every inch of you.”