Mr Bennaire's Detention

Okay, so I haven't written anything here in like, forever. I'm not done with it, I just haven't been feeling the urge for it lately. And whenever I do feel like it, I end up thinking about the stories I've already written and just feel like doing return stories. You know what, though? Screw it. Here's a return story, back to Mr Bennaire, the principle.

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It isn't every day you have to spend detention with the principle in my school. Nobody really gets into as much trouble as I did today. I won't bore you with the details, but it involves a teacher's cat, a visitor's car and the math department. Anyway, it created enough mayhem for me to get serious detention but not involve the police. Lucky me.

So here I am, waiting back after class, with everyone already gone, waiting for the principle to come in and watch me for an hour. I was a little worried, it was detention after all. And I mean, he's the principle, you know? The headmaster. He's the top dog in here, the highest of authority in the whole school. He controls the teachers, the students, everything. You can't help but feel a bit intimidated by him.. But the last time I was alone with my principle (well, mostly alone), it had been under... different circumstances.

About ten minutes after the last period teacher left, Mr Bennaire finally came in. This was it. Me, him, and no other teachers or students in the entire building. Even the cleaners did an early run today, and were out of there before long. It was just us.

Mr Bennaire was exactly as he usually was. A man in his early forties (although you'd never guess so), clean-shaven face and head, wearing a suit with no jacket and a serious expression. He wasn't known for being a very sports-driven man, but any idiot could tell he was in top shape physically. His shoulders were wide, his arms and legs thick, and a powerful triangular torso. Overall he just radiated power and gave you, as I always felt, mixed feelings of fear and attraction. Yeah, Mr Bennaire was really, really hot. At least to me.

Mr Bennaire entered the room. With a quick sweep of the room with his eyes, he shut the door behind him and walked to the desk at the front of the room. He stood in front of it, arms folded, and watched me with that serious gaze he always had.

"In trouble again, Jackson?" He asked. His irish accent and commanding voice may have made others squirm, but it made me want to lick my lips and get in SO MUCH MORE TROUBLE.

"Obviously, sir."

Mr Bennaire frowned and stepped closer.

"Mind your lip, boy," he said. Any other time, he'd be looking a lot angrier than he did now, but he didn't look very angry at all... like he was glad I was provoking him. "You've got a bit of a problem these days, as I see it. You've acted up in classes, and gotten a worse punishment than detention."

My mind couldn't help but jump back to the punishment Mr Bennaire enforced on me himself for acting up in class. I hadn't left the gym when I was supposed to and ended up being pretty late for my next class. I would've been a lot less late without my punishment, but that wouldn't been my favorite option.

"Like when I stayed back in gym, sir?" I asked.

"Mm hmm," Mr Bennaire said. He was directly in front of me, now. I could've reached over my desk and touched his chest if I wanted to. "This here is definitely worse than just being late for class, and you're getting off so lightly for it..."

I could barely contain myself. He was so close, and I couldn't stop imagining that time... I was getting so hard underneath my pants.

"Do you mean I have to get a different punishment?" I asked. Mr Bennaire broke our eye contact and stepped around my desk, to stand to my side.

"We may have to," he said. Mr Bennaire turned and looked down to me. I turned in my chair so we were facing each other again, but with no desk seperating us. He was closer now than before. I started to sweat, and felt my cock get that much harder. His crotch was at eye level and very close, now. It was all I could do to not just press my face into it, feel the warm and no doubt solid creature that nested beneath his belt...

"Yes... I think you deserve a better punishment than sit in a chair for an hour. You should be doing more work, pay your debt to your school. To MY school."

"... to YOU, sir?"

"Precisely."

Mr Bennaire reached down, almost touching my face, and started unzipping his fly. I felt my body rush with adrenaline, the excitement already building. As he lowered the zip on his pants, I reached up and pulled the sides away, revealing my headmaster's bulging black underwear. I started salivating at the thought of feeling his member on my tongue again. Without hesitating, I pulled down his underwear and let the beast fall out on its own. His semi was already five inches, which I could tell would be easy enough to fit in now, but more difficult later. Still, I'd grown more in these past months, so I was confident I could do this. And boy was I eager.

I held Mr Bennaire's cock in my hand, jacking him off slowly to start with. It was so warm, and just as thick as I remembered it. I shuddered with excitement as I lifted it into my mouth. Within seconds of sucking, it grew another two inches and much harder. I ran my tongue over his meat, tasting it, feeling it... I closed my eyes and started moving my head deeper onto it to accomodate for its increasing size. I felt his cock tense and heard him groan. I opened my eyes and looked up at my principal to see him looking down on me and nod. He loosened his tie and groaned again.

"That's it," he said, as I started taking off my shirt. I let go of his cock with my hand and held onto his hips with both my arms, casting my shirt aside and still pumping my head onto his full-sized cock. I felt his cheeks clench with pleasure and let my hands wander, feeling and squeezing his fine, fine ass. I felt his cock push down my throat, but I could take it. I tightened my lips around his shaft, making him groan louder and bring his hand down on my shoulder. He massaged me as I pumped, faster and harder over his cock. I wanted it deep inside me, and I didn't care how hard it was (in either sense of the word).

Mr Bennaire started unbuttoning his shirt, letting the two sides fall past my face as the final button was undone. I watched his belly move closer and further from my eyes, letting my eyes follow the path of flesh I could see up to his chest, with a light fuzz of hair covering the area between his pecs.

"You've been a real troublesome boy, haven't you," he said in a gruff voice. I looked up and mumbled the affirmative through his meat. "Yes, and now you've got to Learn! Your! Lesson!" On each of the final three words, Mr Bennaire thrusted into my face powerfully, throwing me off my rhythm but driving himself deeper down my throat. I moaned into his cock as I took his pounding.

Mr Bennaire pushed me off his cock with his hand still on my shoulder. He looked down at me and gestured towards my crotch.

"Those still on, Jackson?" I looked down and saw he was referring to my pants. "Come on, Jackson," he continued as I hastily unbuttoned and pulled off my uniform pants, "at least TRY to be prepared for your lessons!" When my pants were completely off, I started on my underpants. I stood up and pulled them off one leg at a time, using Mr Bennaire's powerful arm to keep myself balanced.

"Good boy," he said, and reached down with his other hand to grab my stiff cock. "Now you can lean back and let your headmaster commend you for your fine work so far."

I grinned and sat myself up on my desk, spreading my legs apart as Mr Bennaire lowered himself onto my chair. He slipped off his unbuttoned shirt but left his tie still hanging from his neck. He looked up at me as he took my 7-inch cock into his mouth. I moaned loudly, relishing the feeling of his tight lips over my rod, the warmth of his tongue and cheeks, the feeling of my head hitting the back of his throat... I couldn't help but grip the sides of the desk and lean back, letting Mr Bennaire work his magic on me. He grabbed onto my thighs and gripped them with his powerful hands, pulling himself down onto me for every pump.

I felt myself about to come, so I tried to sit up and ease Mr Bennaire's face away from my crotch, but he grabbed my hand and held it in place, pumping his face faster. I couldn't help myself in time and spurted my load into Mr Bennaire's mouth. I scrunched up my eyes and moaned louder, leaning back again as I felt my cock continue delivering my hot fluid into Mr Bennaire's throat. In a few seconds I'd finished, and Mr Bennaire had sucked up every last drop.

"Don't you know, Jackson? The teacher chooses how the lessons play out." I panted and nodded, not wanting to stop but accepting that I shouldn't argue with my principal.

"Speaking of which," Mr Bennaire said, and lifted himself into a standing position. His monster cock was still hanging out of his fly, his suit pants still buttoned and belted, his tie still hanging from his neck. He grabbed my hips with both hands and pulled me back into him, hard, lifting my legs and pushing his cock inside my hole without any hesitation. I gasped, having being taken by surprise, but my shock quickly left me and was replaced by pure pleasure. Mr Bennaire thrusted hard into me and plunged his cock deep inside me. I felt his trousers against my asscheeks and knew he'd reached my deepest. He pulled out further and plunged just as hard again, establishing a rhythm and powerfully thrusting to it.

Mr Bennaire leaned forward, letting himself to push deeper, and I saw the sweat drip from his body onto mine. I felt the sides of his zipper push against either side of my asshole, and his belt just above it. If I hadn't already come, I would've been spurting out gallons without even touching my own. Unfortunately I had, so all I could do was lie back and moan with intense pleasure.

Minutes passed and my headmaster finally pulled out, but only to help me up and make me turn around. I gripped the sides of the desk as he re-entered me, gripping my midriff and pumping as fast as he had been before. I felt his legs pressing against mine, and the contrast of feeling his fleshy cock on my ass and his pants on my legs sent me into micro-fits of ectasy. His belt and zipper sides still pressed against my ass every time he thrusted, too, giving that extra feeling of pleasure that only strenghtened my pleasured state.

With several more quick, powerful thrusts, I felt Mr Bennaire grip my body tighter and moan loudly, shooting his load straight up my ass and holding his cock deep inside me. His trouser material pressed against my ass and legs, making me quiver with lust. As my headmaster finished his climax, he pulled out of me and left me panting on the desk.

Mr Bennaire walked over to the desk and picked up a tissue box, wiping his cock clean before stuffing it back inside his pants and zipping them up. He walked over to me, still shirtless, and passed me the box. He picked up his clothes and sat back at his desk, dressing, watching me clean myself up with only a box of tissues.

When we were both all cleaned up and dressed, Mr Bennaire finally addressed me again.

"We're obviously done for the day, Jackson, so you can go home now." I got up and made for the door, adjusting my uniform as I went.

"And one more thing," my headmaster said. I turned around to look at him.

"I respect that you enjoy causing trouble, but we wouldn't want the other teachers and students to start thinking you LIKE being punished. If you really think you need to case more mayhem just for a little... attention, you know you can drop by my office any time."

"Thanks Mr Bennaire," I said, and left the classroom.

He's right, I thought, smirking as I walked down the hallway. I did cause a bit of trouble just to be 'punished'. But dammit, it was so fucking worth it.