A+ Student
Title: A+ Student
Summary:
Bill ends up doing the unthinkable in order to receive an A in Mr. Tom Trumper's English class.
Rated: NC17
Categories: Slash
Characters: Andreas, Bill Kaulitz, Gustav Schafer, Tom Kaulitz
Genre: Alternate Universe, High School, PWP/Lemon, Twincest - Not Related
Main Pairing: Tom/Bill
Warnings: Adult Content, Humiliation, Non-Con/Rape, Violence
Chapters: 1/3
A/N: Dedicated to Misa Sugar who requested a prompt of Teacher!Tom and Student!Bill where Bill would be forced into having sex.
“Yes!”
“Ah fuck! My parents are going to kill me!”
“Aww I was only two points away from an A!”
Cheers and grumbles filled the classroom of Mr. Trumper’s third period Advanced Placement English class, as the teacher strolled between desks handing out graded papers. The assignment had been based around poetry and while some students excelled on the subject, others had failed miserably.
Bill Kaulitz sat anxiously at his desk watching the teacher like a hawk as he neared closer. All senior year Bill had been excelling in all of his classes as he struggled against his arch nemesis Gustav Schafer for the spot of Valedictorian. It was a constant race between the two for the spot as every grade counted and each treated it as a competition. However Bill was especially nervous over this particular assignment, he’d been up late that night cramming the assignment in as his time had been tied up with soccer. The game had been several towns over and the bus that was supposed to take them back to the high school had been late. Thus Bill had been awake into the early hours of the morning struggling to balance all of his homework and projects, not spending nearly enough time that was required for the assignment. A cloud of dread hung over Bill’s head as Mr. Trumper placed a paper down on of the desk of the boy in front of him before finally stopping in front of Bill.
“Mr. Kaulitz,” The teacher said licking absentmindedly at his lip piercing, “Not your best work.”
Bill felt as if he’d been slapped across the face and immediately turned to Gustav who was snickering at Mr. Trumper’s comment. The teacher placed the paper facedown on Bill’s desk before moving on to the next student as a cloud of misery hung over Bill. He could see Andreas Guhne turning around to face him in his peripheral vision but Bill’s eyes were trained on the paper. Although it was turned over Bill could see the ominous red pen marks seeping through the back and Bill lifted a hand to his forehead feeling faint. Quickly he tried calculating how low of a grade he could get to still be in the lead for Valedictorian and paled when he realized he could only afford an A-.
“Shit.” Bill said under his breath as he carefully turned over the paper with shaking hands.
The material felt dry against his fingers tips and he could not control how his frame seemed to be shaking or how he’d broken out into a sweat. Then finally Bill squeezed his eyes shut and slammed the paper down on his desk, grade facing upwards for the whole world to see.
“Oh shit man.” Bill heard Andreas say as he finally opened his eyes, “I’ve never seen you get a grade that low before. I didn’t think it possible.”
“A C?” Bill screeched staring down in shock at the grade, “Impossible! I know it wasn’t my best work but a C? That’s impossible!”
“I got a B and that’s pretty good for me,” Andreas frowned scratching his short brown hair as he stared wide-eyed at Bill, “So how the hell did you, Bill Kaulitz, get a C?”
“He must have miscalculated,” Bill said fumbling to get out his calculator, “There’s no way… there’s no way….”
Andreas watched his friend wearily as Bill became a mess. The student was biting his lower lip furiously and cursing under his breath as he filed through his backpack. Sweat was beginning to bead on Bill’s forehead and he dropped his calculator three times before his hands stopped shaking enough to allow him to pick it up. Andreas understood how important grades were to Bill, after all the boy needed a full ride in order to go to college as his parents were in financial trouble, but Andreas had never seen Bill looking so frantic and unsure of himself.
“He must have added wrong.” Bill said flipping through his paper as he counted red slashes, “He must have! There’s no way that I could get a C! Me? A C?”
Bill’s eyes darted all over the paper as he counted under his breath and punched numbers in when finally he stopped. A pallor white overtook the boy’s face and he slumped back into his seat staring forward blankly.
“Bill?” Andreas whispered leaning across the desk to poke his friend, “Bill, are you alright? Bill, come on man, speak to me.”
“I…I…” Bill gaped turning to Andreas as tears welled in his eyes, “I don’t understand.”
“Hey come on now,” Andreas whispered rubbing Bill’s arm in an attempt to sooth him, “It’ll be alright.”
“He didn’t miscalculate.” Bill said turning his gaze down towards his hands, “I got a C in English. Gustav is in the lead for Valedictorian.”
“Bill there’s plenty of other scholarships besides the one for Valedictorian at Brown. Why don’t you look at another one? Maybe one for soccer?”
“Can’t,” Bill shook his head, “I’ve already missed the time period for sports scholarships.”
“What about another academic one? Like… uh… like one for being in French club!” Bill frowned and raised an eyebrow at Andreas.
“Andi, seriously? A fucking French scholarship?”
“There are plenty of scholarships out there, just go pick one! You’re smart, anyone would love to have you at their college.” Andreas suggested and Bill slapped his hand away from where it had been rubbing Bill’s shoulder.
“I don’t want any scholarship to any school. I wanted the Valedictorian scholarship for Brown! Gustav isn’t even planning on going to Brown! Why does he need it? His family had money!” Bill cried outraged and the school bell rang overhead announcing it was time for lunch. All around the pair students gathered their things and began setting off for lunch but Gustav remained in the classroom. He began striding over to Andreas and Bill as Mr. Trumper watched the exchange from his desk with interest.
“So how’d you do Bill?” Gustav sneered pulling his paper out of his bag.
“Go away Gustav.” Bill frowned clenching his hands into fists and Gustav laughed gaily.
“I got an A+!” Gustav crowed waving the paper around in front of Bill’s face madly and Bill jerked back sneering, “Looks like I’m number one in the class now! Which means I’m number one for Valedictorian now!”
“Gustav shut up!” Bill said standing up out his chair and Andreas was quickly on his feet as well. Andreas snuck a look over to Mr. Trumper in concern who was staring directly at them but was making no attempts to break Bill and Gustav’s little spat up.
“Make me!” Gustav laughed wickedly, “Good God Bill, a C? Seriously? Why I remember it wasn’t too long ago that you made fun of me for getting a B in science! How the mighty have fallen, at least a B is a passing grade.”
“Actually a C is passing, a failing grade would be-” Andreas began but Gustav cut him off.
“You’d know huh Guhne? Considering that you practically fail at everything in life!” Gustav laughed.
“Don’t you talk to him that way!” Bill spat taking a menacing step forward and Andreas grabbed Bill’s arm jerking him back.
“Enough the two of you! Gustav fuck off and Bill chill out. We’ll be the first to walk away from this situation,” Andreas said leading Bill out the door before calling back to Gustav, “Like civilized people.”
“Asshole.” Bill muttered under his breath looking back at Mr. Trumper’s classroom.
“Forget him Bill.” Andreas sighed shaking his head, “He’s not worth your time. Look at the bright side, at least you have long open period after lunch!”
“Yeah I might leave early.” Bill sighed rubbing a hand over his face, “Go home and study for history.”
“You’re going to skip?” Andreas raised an eyebrow amused.
“Andreas,” Bill smiled shoving his friend, “I want a perfect GPA not perfect attendance.”
The pair laughed as they made their way into the cafeteria, the poetry assignment left lonely on Bill’s desk back in Mr. Trumper’s classroom.
***
The bell rung overhead as the various cafeteria tables got up and bustled to their next classes. Andreas and Bill had talked about lighter subjects over lunch and Bill was already smiling at the end of it. Andreas couldn’t help but breath a sigh of relief at how his friend’s attitude about the grade had changed simply over the span of twenty minutes but what Andreas didn’t know was that Bill was still fretting over the grade internally. All of lunch Bill had put on a show of laughing along with Andreas and trying to seem engaged but he found that his mind kept wandering back to the poetry assignment.
“Well I’m off to French.” Andreas smiled slinging his backpack over his shoulder, “You still going to skip open period?”
“Yeah.” Bill dumped what remained of his lunch into the waste bins, “Maybe if I go over the paper and make corrections I can turn it in for extra credit.”
“Alright then. See ya.” Andreas started off for his class and Bill went to his locker to collect his things. The school bell rang overhead again and Bill looked up realizing that the hallways were empty of students as classes had started. Mentally going over things in his head, Bill made sure that he had everything he needed. He was just about to exit the school when suddenly it dawned on him that he’d left the poetry assignment in the classroom during his fight with Gustav!
“Crap,” Bill whined stamping his foot, “I hope Mr. Trumper has an open period or I’m screwed.”
Much to Bill’s relief, upon arriving at Mr. Trumper’s classroom, the space was void of students as teacher lounged at his desk. Bill knocked quietly on the doorframe and Mr. Trumper looked up, the bored expression on his face quickly breaking into a smile.
“Bill,” Mr. Trumper smiled beckoning the boy, “Come in, come in. just shut the door behind you.”
Bill pulled the door shut and walked over to his teacher’s desk briefly scanning the room for his forgotten assignment. The man looked up at Bill with a smile and Bill was startled for a moment as he truly took at look at his teacher. Most of the time Bill sat in the middle of the class, focusing solely on the chalkboard but never on what Mr. Trumper really looked like. The man’s complexion was a nice pale color as it was the winter and he dark eyelashes that framed hazel eyes that flickered as Bill drew closer. He was younger than Bill thought he was with hair styled into black cornrows and a piercing through his lip. The piercing had caught Bill’s attention on the first day and he found himself staring at it now in curiosity. Mr. Trumper seemed so much younger and cooler than the other stuffy teachers at the school.
“You’re not skipping a class are you?” The teacher frowned.
“Oh no! Of course not! I’m in my long open period now so I’m not missing anything. In fact,” Bill said feeling comfortable with the teacher, “I was planning on going home this period.”
“As long as you’re not missing class. So what’s up?” Mr. Trumper said swinging his legs off his desk and swiveling in chair to face Bill.
“Umm you see, I forgot my poetry assignment in class today and was wondering if I could have it back.” Bill said looking away from Tom’s piercing to the man’s face.
“Of course!” Mr. Trumper smiled opening up a drawer in his desk and producing the paper, “I meant to tell you that you forgot it but you left class in such a hurry there was no time.”
“Oh right.” Bill blushed as he thought back to his rather loud fight with Gustav, “Gustav and I just had a little misunderstanding was all.”
“A misunderstanding.” Mr. Trumper grinned and a shiver ran through Bill’s body, and not the good kind. Bill was beginning to get a little creeped out at how Mr. Trumper’s gaze kept scanning up and down the length of Bill’s body or how the man’s smile seemed almost smug. Bill wanted to shake these thoughts from his head and remind himself that Mr. Trumper had always been a nice teacher but Bill’s better logic was telling him to hurry the meeting up.
“Yes,” Bill said in a voice that was higher than his normal one, “The paper?”
“Here.” Mr. Trumper held out the assignment and Bill grabbed it jumping a little when the teacher’s hand brushed over his. The man released the assignment without a fight though and Bill smiled awkwardly as he made his way to the door.
“Thanks Mr. Trumper! See you in class on Thursday.” Bill called over his shoulder as he pushed the door open. He was halfway through it when Bill remembered he was going to ask about extra credit.
“Oh wait!” Bill said turning around towards the classroom again, “Mr. Trumper?”
“Yes Bill?” The teacher sighed putting down a book that he’d picked up.
“If I make corrections on the assignment, can I hand it in for extra credit?” Bill asked allowing his hope to filter through into his voice and Mr. Trumper’s face broke out into a smile again.
“Bill come in here again,” Mr. Trumper motioned for Bill to enter the classroom, “And close the door after you.”
“O-okay.” Bill said shutting the door as once again his intuition was telling him that something was off. The hairs on the back of Bill’s neck were bristling and Bill remained standing on the opposite side of the classroom by the door.
“Bill, you’ve always been one of my brightest students.” Mr. Trumper said and Bill began to calm down familiar with receiving compliments from teachers.
“Thank you.” Bill said but Mr. Trumper held up a hand in silence.
“But I must say that I was greatly disappointed with your latest assignment. Poetry Bill? I know that you can do much better than what you wrote for your assignment. Is something going on that’s bothering you?” Mr. Trumper said leaning back in his chair and Bill found himself drawing closer in curiosity.
“Well I have been stressing a lot over my grades this year.” Bill sighed, “You see, I need to win Valedictorian in order to get this scholarship I want for Brown. But in order to get that I need to beat-”
“Gustav Schafer who averages a weighted GPA of 4.5?” Mr. Trumper chuckled.
“W-well yes.” Bill stammered; caught off guard at how blunt his teacher had put it. There was a bad feeling beginning to pool in Bill’s gut again and he shifted uneasily when Mr. Trumper let out a tired sigh.
“I don’t normally do this, but you’re one of my favorite students, so I’ll offer you this. What if I just automatically give you an A+ on the assignment? No retakes, no averaging grades, just a solid A+. It’d be just as if that was your original grade on the assignment.” Mr. Trumper said leaning back in his chair and Bill found himself drawing closer in curiosity.
“W-what? Really?” Bill perked up not believing what he was hearing. “You’d do that for me?”
“Of course Bill,” Mr. Trumper said ducking his head so that his face was hidden from view, “Like I said, you’re one of my students. Not just in the class, but in the whole school.”
“O-oh. The principal won’t find out about this will he?” Bill questioned weary of the proposal, “I mean teachers aren’t technically supposed to have favored students.”
“Bill, you remind me of myself when I was a lad. You see, I too was finically strapped and I needed a scholarship in order to go to college.” Mr. Trumper got up out of his chair and sat down on his desk so that he was now eye level with his young student, “Here’s some advice, never let anything stop you from getting that scholarship… even if you have to do anything.”
“I’m not sure I follow Mr. Trumper.” Bill said backing up when the man hopped off his desk and began walking closer to Bill. Adrenaline was pumping through Bill’s body now as his instincts told him to run. As much as he wanted to trust the teacher, the look in Mr. Trumper’s eyes was frightening Bill.
“Bill,” Mr. Trumper smiled walking closer and Bill gasped when he realized he’d been backed into a bookshelf, “You’re a very beautiful and bright young student.”
“Mr. Trumper,” Bill trembled not believing this was actually happening, “I really should be going now my friends will be wondering where I am.”
“But Bill,” Mr. Trumper grinned placing his hands against the wall on either side of Bill’s head, “You told me that you were in your open period and your friends think you’ve skipped and gone home.”
“O-oh.” Bill whimpered cursing himself for telling the man so much.
“No one knows that you’re here.” Mr. Trumper’s breath had picked up now as he leaned in closer, “Let me tell you about my offer Bill, the kind that will guarantee you an A in my class for the rest of year. Even if you don’t do assignments.”
“G-get off of me!” Bill’s voice wavered as he looked around desperately at the door, “I’ll tell the principal about this!”
Mr. Trumper laughed slowly, his voice deep, at that statement. Bill’s flight or fight instincts were in full overdrive now and he whined in the back of his throat panicked. A thousand thoughts were running through his mind at once and he squeezed his eyes shut tight. He tensed the muscles in his shooting leg, preparing himself to nail Mr. Trumper in the groin as hard as he could when he felt a hot hand placed on his thigh.
“And what do you think you were doing?” Mr. Trumper taunted giving Bill’s leg a squeeze, “If you tell the principal about this, I’ll tell everyone in the school that you’ve been breaking into my grade books and changing your grades to better yourself.”
“What?” Bill shouted shocked.
“And then after that I’ll make sure that Gustav Schafer gets Valedictorian over you,” The man grinned narrowing his eyes, “But not before he’s made aware of your true feelings for him.”
“What?” Bill whispered this time, eyes wide with panic and shock, “How could you… how did you know?”
“You left the wrong journal in class at the beginning of the year,” He smiled pressing his nose into Bill’s neck and inhaling. Bill’s whole body tensed as he felt tears forming in his eyes. This was not happening. Mr. Trumper was supposed to be a nice teacher, hell, Bill had even considered asking him to write a recommendation. But instead Mr. Trumper was threatening to take everything away from Bill.
“The very first day of school,” Mr. Trumper breathed brining one hand to run down the expanse of Bill’s side and Bill released a choked sob, “I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”
“Stop it.” Bill whispered as tears streamed down his face.
He felt trapped and no matter how many times Bill ran solutions through his head, he could not figure out how to escape from this unscathed. If he told the principal there was a considerably high chance that even if this were looked into, Mr. Trumper would be excused due to his popularity amongst the high school staff and students. But then if that happened Bill’s entire GPA could be shot and he’d lose Valedictorian and his scholarship. However if Bill did comply Mr. Trumper would expose him anyways, for the teacher’s fear of Bill tattling, but then Bill would be perceived as a conniving student willing to exchange sexual favor for grades. Then if that happened what would stop people from thinking he’d done this before? That he’d been doing this since freshman year and that was how his GPA was so high?
“You’re so soft,” Mr. Trumper rumbled bringing his hand up to pet Bill’s face, “So soft.” Bill squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the man press their bodies together and the frightening hardness that was pushing into Bill’s hip.
“Stop it!” Bill cried trying to smack the man’s hand away but Mr. Trumper caught it in his grasp squeezing his wrist tight. Bill tried to jerking his hand out of the vice grip but the other man was too strong and the teacher’s face was now storming with rage.
“So one day I find a journal left at your desk, so believing it was for a writing assignment I begin reading. I was three pages into it when I realized what that journal really was.”
“Let go of me or I’ll tell the administration!” Bill screamed shoving past Mr. Trumper’s shoulder. He broke of the man and made a run for the door when he was roughly tackled to the floor. Rough hands grabbed at his wrist before Bill could throw a punch and pinned them behind his back as a heavy weight pushed his body into the carpet.
“Then I’ll tell Gustav how much you really love him!” Mr. Trumper laughed shoving Bill’s head roughly, “Tell me Bill, how does it feel? Everyday to have to be in competition with the boy you secretly have loved since grade school? To want to have him as a lover but know that deep in your heart if you don’t beat him then there is no future for you? Rather Shakespearean don’t you agree?”
“No you can’t!” Bill sobbed trying to buck the man off of him but Mr. Trumper held firm, “No! You can’t tell Gustav! Please!”
“Good. Now hold still.” Bill gasped as he felt Mr. Trumper’s free hand snake around his front of undo his jeans. This was really happening and Bill had no way to escape it.
“This is rape.” Bill gritted out through his tears. He managed to crane his neck around and send the teacher a glare that the man returned wholeheartedly; “You’ll get put in jail for this!”
“Bill, Bill, Bill.” Mr. Trumper grinned shaking his head, “What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about how you’re trying to fucking rape me! You-” Bill shouted but Mr. Trumper shoved Bill’s face into the floor again squishing Bill’s nose into the moldy carpeting.
“Need I remind you that you came to me?” Mr. Trumper asked, “That you were asking for your grade on your assignment to be changed?”
“Through extra credit!”
“Was it not you said that you’d do anything for a grade didn’t you?” Mr. Trumper hissed leaning down next to Bill’s ear so that he was no longer shouting.
“What-”
“Was it not you that walked into my classroom and tried to seduce me? Was it not you that locked the door behind you and began stripping in front of me? Begging me, No! Pleading me to change your grade. Threatening to blackmail me by telling the administration under false accusations that I molested you?” Mr. Trumper said tugging Bill’s jeans down, “Think twice before you open your mouth again.”
“That’s not what happened!” Bill sobbed realizing how utterly fucked he was right then. Mr. Trumper was now tugging at his own pants down as well.
“Yes it is you little liar!” Mr. Trumper growled slapping Bill across the rear and Bill yelped, “Don’t you try changing your tune now! You’re a sick little boy, offering yourself to teachers in exchange for grades. You should be ashamed of yourself.”
“That’s not true.” Bill sobbed as he felt an unpleasant tickle in his nose as his tears were steadily following now. It was like a heavy weight was within Bill’s chest and he found that he was having difficultly breathing.
“So what are you going to do now Bill?” Mr. Trumper whispered releasing Bill’s wrists and placing hot hands on Bill’s hips and he froze too scared to even try to run away, “You said that you’d do anything for an A. And let’s not forget how much is at stake here so I’d be wise with your answer.”
“Please just let me go.” Bill whispered blinking rapidly to keep back a sob that was rising in his throat, “I won’t tell anyone this happened, I swear! Just please let me go.”
“I’m sorry but I can’t let you do that Bill.” Mr. Trumper said sliding his fingers underneath the waistband of Bill’s underwear and the teen whimpered.
“Please!” Bill screamed turning frantic as he tried to crawl away from the teacher. Mr. Trumper faltered slightly with Bill’s body now missing beneath his and he frowned reaching out a hand and grabbing Bill’s ankle when he tried to stand. Bill whirled around, a look of panic on his face, when Mr. Trumper gave the appendage a sharp tug sending Bill sprawling.
“No! Please! Get off!” Bill cried as Mr. Trumper wrestled him to his knees. The teacher forced Bill’s down and twisted his arms behind his back again, pressing Bill’s head down so that he was facing his knees.
“I’ve been patient with you Bill,” Mr. Trumper snarled, “But if you even think about trying to escape again, I will fuck you over for life. Do you understand me? You can say goodbye to that Brown scholarship.”
“Y-yes.” Bill said brokenly letting his body slump in defeat. There was no way out of this. There was nothing Bill could do to prevent this.
“Good.” Mr. Trumper said, “Now remove your boxers.”
Bill’s head snapped up in scandal but Mr. Trumper quickly forced his head back down in submission. He asked Bill threateningly if Bill had heard him correctly and Bill released sob of acknowledgement. Then once the teacher had released his wrists, Bill removed his undergarments and then shirt before returning to his kneeling position stark naked. It was absolutely embarrassing for Bill to sit there naked but even more so when he’d then been instructed to remove Mr. Trumper’s underwear as well.
“That’s a good boy.” Mr. Trumper whispered pushing Bill onto all fours. Bill felt numb when the teacher removed his necktie and wrapped around Bill’s head in means to silence him. To silence his cried when he was to be raped. Mr. Trumper was shifting around behind Bill now and he could hear a condom wrapper being broken open. Mr. Trumper’s dress shirt brushed against Bill’s back and Bill whimpered as his hips were grabbed to steady the teacher’s entrance.
“Now hold still.” Mr. Trumper whispered and Bill gasped when he felt the man’s flesh slowly pushing against his entrance. The very tip of it lightly spread Bill’s hole open and he squirmed in Mr. Trumper’s hold. Then Bill felt the man’s length beginning to press into him and Bill gasped as his body stretched around it. It wasn’t too bad at first and Bill felt utterly disgusted as the sensation reminded him of taking a dump but the stretching soon became unbearable as Bill discovered Mr. Trumper was thicker than his body was used to.
“Ah!” Bill barely managed to choke out as a sharp pain shot up Bill’s back and spread through his rear. The man’s intrusion was unbearable and Bill found that he was chanting to himself about the pain.
“Brace yourself.” Mr. Trumper said against Bill’s ear and he cried out in fear.
“No please!” Bill sobbed grabbing Mr. Trumper’s hand and the man halted his motions surprised. However it came out sounding more like, “Mof nease!”
“I’m very disappointed so far Mr. Kaulitz,” The teacher said in a light joking tone but Bill’s mind was too concentrated on the extreme pain his body was in at the moment, “We’ve barely even begun and already you’re at a C-.”
Bill’s eyes snapped open in shock and he craned his neck to look horrified at his teacher. The man was fucking grading him as he fucked him?
“W-wahm?” Bill said muffled by the tie but Mr. Trumper simply laughed before thrusting forward. Bill screamed so loud that his throat ached as Mr. Trumper began pistoning his hips forward. With teach thrust Bill could feel himself tearing down there and it turned into an unpleasant sting as he felt the torn flesh desperately flexing against the intrusion and trying to accommodate for it.
“Ah! Fuck.” Mr. Trumper moaned grabbing a fistful of Bill’s hair and tugging his head back. Bill gasped as it became more difficult to breath at that angle.
The torture went on for what felt like forever and tears were steadily streaming out of Bill’s eyes now. His body felt sore and there was a sharp shooting pain that went down Bill’s spine every time he was forced to arch his body to meet with his teacher’s thrusts. The man’s hands felt like fire against his skin and no matter how many times Bill tried to imagine himself somewhere else he kept returning to the reality that he was getting raped by his teacher.
“You’re so tight.” Mr. Trumper groaned appreciatively and Bill squeezed his eyes shut in shame at the words. He had never felt so ashamed in his entire life. Their bodies were meeting together faster now as a soft wet sound was emitted each time from the blood that was bleeding out of Bill’s poor ripped hole. He’d be physically scarred from this for the rest of life as well as emotionally.
“So close. Oh god Bill. God.” Mr. Trumper moaned resting more of his weight against Bill’s frame and the boy’s back bowed.
Bill tried to the best of his abilities to block out the sounds of Mr. Trumper coming as he moaned out Bill’s name repeatedly. The man finished off his orgasm in small thrusts before he finally flopped boneless onto Bill taking the pair to the floor. Bill’s face was pressed into the carpet again as he felt Mr. Trumper’s breath coming out in short huffs against his neck. Then finally the teacher was sitting up and removing himself from Bill. Bill continued to lie there trembling with pain and shame as he hard Mr. Trumper pull on his clothes off to his right.
“Well,” Mr. Trumper said sounding out of breath, “An excellent effort Mr. Kaulitz. Well deserving in an A.”
Bill glanced up at the man feeling absolutely numb and the teacher laughed bending down to ruffle Bill’s tugged-on hair.
“I’ll see you in class on Thursday Bill,” Mr. Trumper said walking towards the classroom door, “You’ll find that your grade has been changed accordingly.”
“Mm.” Bill said into the necktie still wrapped across his mouth.
Mr. Trumper opened the door and stepped outside but not before turning to Bill and saying, “Remember Bill. Our little secret.”
The sound of the door slamming shut seemed to echo within Bill’s head as he lied on the classroom. Beaten, bruised, and ashamed.
Summary:
Bill ends up doing the unthinkable in order to receive an A in Mr. Tom Trumper's English class.
Rated: NC17
Categories: Slash
Characters: Andreas, Bill Kaulitz, Gustav Schafer, Tom Kaulitz
Genre: Alternate Universe, High School, PWP/Lemon, Twincest - Not Related
Main Pairing: Tom/Bill
Warnings: Adult Content, Humiliation, Non-Con/Rape, Violence
Chapters: 1/3
A/N: Dedicated to Misa Sugar who requested a prompt of Teacher!Tom and Student!Bill where Bill would be forced into having sex.
“Yes!”
“Ah fuck! My parents are going to kill me!”
“Aww I was only two points away from an A!”
Cheers and grumbles filled the classroom of Mr. Trumper’s third period Advanced Placement English class, as the teacher strolled between desks handing out graded papers. The assignment had been based around poetry and while some students excelled on the subject, others had failed miserably.
Bill Kaulitz sat anxiously at his desk watching the teacher like a hawk as he neared closer. All senior year Bill had been excelling in all of his classes as he struggled against his arch nemesis Gustav Schafer for the spot of Valedictorian. It was a constant race between the two for the spot as every grade counted and each treated it as a competition. However Bill was especially nervous over this particular assignment, he’d been up late that night cramming the assignment in as his time had been tied up with soccer. The game had been several towns over and the bus that was supposed to take them back to the high school had been late. Thus Bill had been awake into the early hours of the morning struggling to balance all of his homework and projects, not spending nearly enough time that was required for the assignment. A cloud of dread hung over Bill’s head as Mr. Trumper placed a paper down on of the desk of the boy in front of him before finally stopping in front of Bill.
“Mr. Kaulitz,” The teacher said licking absentmindedly at his lip piercing, “Not your best work.”
Bill felt as if he’d been slapped across the face and immediately turned to Gustav who was snickering at Mr. Trumper’s comment. The teacher placed the paper facedown on Bill’s desk before moving on to the next student as a cloud of misery hung over Bill. He could see Andreas Guhne turning around to face him in his peripheral vision but Bill’s eyes were trained on the paper. Although it was turned over Bill could see the ominous red pen marks seeping through the back and Bill lifted a hand to his forehead feeling faint. Quickly he tried calculating how low of a grade he could get to still be in the lead for Valedictorian and paled when he realized he could only afford an A-.
“Shit.” Bill said under his breath as he carefully turned over the paper with shaking hands.
The material felt dry against his fingers tips and he could not control how his frame seemed to be shaking or how he’d broken out into a sweat. Then finally Bill squeezed his eyes shut and slammed the paper down on his desk, grade facing upwards for the whole world to see.
“Oh shit man.” Bill heard Andreas say as he finally opened his eyes, “I’ve never seen you get a grade that low before. I didn’t think it possible.”
“A C?” Bill screeched staring down in shock at the grade, “Impossible! I know it wasn’t my best work but a C? That’s impossible!”
“I got a B and that’s pretty good for me,” Andreas frowned scratching his short brown hair as he stared wide-eyed at Bill, “So how the hell did you, Bill Kaulitz, get a C?”
“He must have miscalculated,” Bill said fumbling to get out his calculator, “There’s no way… there’s no way….”
Andreas watched his friend wearily as Bill became a mess. The student was biting his lower lip furiously and cursing under his breath as he filed through his backpack. Sweat was beginning to bead on Bill’s forehead and he dropped his calculator three times before his hands stopped shaking enough to allow him to pick it up. Andreas understood how important grades were to Bill, after all the boy needed a full ride in order to go to college as his parents were in financial trouble, but Andreas had never seen Bill looking so frantic and unsure of himself.
“He must have added wrong.” Bill said flipping through his paper as he counted red slashes, “He must have! There’s no way that I could get a C! Me? A C?”
Bill’s eyes darted all over the paper as he counted under his breath and punched numbers in when finally he stopped. A pallor white overtook the boy’s face and he slumped back into his seat staring forward blankly.
“Bill?” Andreas whispered leaning across the desk to poke his friend, “Bill, are you alright? Bill, come on man, speak to me.”
“I…I…” Bill gaped turning to Andreas as tears welled in his eyes, “I don’t understand.”
“Hey come on now,” Andreas whispered rubbing Bill’s arm in an attempt to sooth him, “It’ll be alright.”
“He didn’t miscalculate.” Bill said turning his gaze down towards his hands, “I got a C in English. Gustav is in the lead for Valedictorian.”
“Bill there’s plenty of other scholarships besides the one for Valedictorian at Brown. Why don’t you look at another one? Maybe one for soccer?”
“Can’t,” Bill shook his head, “I’ve already missed the time period for sports scholarships.”
“What about another academic one? Like… uh… like one for being in French club!” Bill frowned and raised an eyebrow at Andreas.
“Andi, seriously? A fucking French scholarship?”
“There are plenty of scholarships out there, just go pick one! You’re smart, anyone would love to have you at their college.” Andreas suggested and Bill slapped his hand away from where it had been rubbing Bill’s shoulder.
“I don’t want any scholarship to any school. I wanted the Valedictorian scholarship for Brown! Gustav isn’t even planning on going to Brown! Why does he need it? His family had money!” Bill cried outraged and the school bell rang overhead announcing it was time for lunch. All around the pair students gathered their things and began setting off for lunch but Gustav remained in the classroom. He began striding over to Andreas and Bill as Mr. Trumper watched the exchange from his desk with interest.
“So how’d you do Bill?” Gustav sneered pulling his paper out of his bag.
“Go away Gustav.” Bill frowned clenching his hands into fists and Gustav laughed gaily.
“I got an A+!” Gustav crowed waving the paper around in front of Bill’s face madly and Bill jerked back sneering, “Looks like I’m number one in the class now! Which means I’m number one for Valedictorian now!”
“Gustav shut up!” Bill said standing up out his chair and Andreas was quickly on his feet as well. Andreas snuck a look over to Mr. Trumper in concern who was staring directly at them but was making no attempts to break Bill and Gustav’s little spat up.
“Make me!” Gustav laughed wickedly, “Good God Bill, a C? Seriously? Why I remember it wasn’t too long ago that you made fun of me for getting a B in science! How the mighty have fallen, at least a B is a passing grade.”
“Actually a C is passing, a failing grade would be-” Andreas began but Gustav cut him off.
“You’d know huh Guhne? Considering that you practically fail at everything in life!” Gustav laughed.
“Don’t you talk to him that way!” Bill spat taking a menacing step forward and Andreas grabbed Bill’s arm jerking him back.
“Enough the two of you! Gustav fuck off and Bill chill out. We’ll be the first to walk away from this situation,” Andreas said leading Bill out the door before calling back to Gustav, “Like civilized people.”
“Asshole.” Bill muttered under his breath looking back at Mr. Trumper’s classroom.
“Forget him Bill.” Andreas sighed shaking his head, “He’s not worth your time. Look at the bright side, at least you have long open period after lunch!”
“Yeah I might leave early.” Bill sighed rubbing a hand over his face, “Go home and study for history.”
“You’re going to skip?” Andreas raised an eyebrow amused.
“Andreas,” Bill smiled shoving his friend, “I want a perfect GPA not perfect attendance.”
The pair laughed as they made their way into the cafeteria, the poetry assignment left lonely on Bill’s desk back in Mr. Trumper’s classroom.
***
The bell rung overhead as the various cafeteria tables got up and bustled to their next classes. Andreas and Bill had talked about lighter subjects over lunch and Bill was already smiling at the end of it. Andreas couldn’t help but breath a sigh of relief at how his friend’s attitude about the grade had changed simply over the span of twenty minutes but what Andreas didn’t know was that Bill was still fretting over the grade internally. All of lunch Bill had put on a show of laughing along with Andreas and trying to seem engaged but he found that his mind kept wandering back to the poetry assignment.
“Well I’m off to French.” Andreas smiled slinging his backpack over his shoulder, “You still going to skip open period?”
“Yeah.” Bill dumped what remained of his lunch into the waste bins, “Maybe if I go over the paper and make corrections I can turn it in for extra credit.”
“Alright then. See ya.” Andreas started off for his class and Bill went to his locker to collect his things. The school bell rang overhead again and Bill looked up realizing that the hallways were empty of students as classes had started. Mentally going over things in his head, Bill made sure that he had everything he needed. He was just about to exit the school when suddenly it dawned on him that he’d left the poetry assignment in the classroom during his fight with Gustav!
“Crap,” Bill whined stamping his foot, “I hope Mr. Trumper has an open period or I’m screwed.”
Much to Bill’s relief, upon arriving at Mr. Trumper’s classroom, the space was void of students as teacher lounged at his desk. Bill knocked quietly on the doorframe and Mr. Trumper looked up, the bored expression on his face quickly breaking into a smile.
“Bill,” Mr. Trumper smiled beckoning the boy, “Come in, come in. just shut the door behind you.”
Bill pulled the door shut and walked over to his teacher’s desk briefly scanning the room for his forgotten assignment. The man looked up at Bill with a smile and Bill was startled for a moment as he truly took at look at his teacher. Most of the time Bill sat in the middle of the class, focusing solely on the chalkboard but never on what Mr. Trumper really looked like. The man’s complexion was a nice pale color as it was the winter and he dark eyelashes that framed hazel eyes that flickered as Bill drew closer. He was younger than Bill thought he was with hair styled into black cornrows and a piercing through his lip. The piercing had caught Bill’s attention on the first day and he found himself staring at it now in curiosity. Mr. Trumper seemed so much younger and cooler than the other stuffy teachers at the school.
“You’re not skipping a class are you?” The teacher frowned.
“Oh no! Of course not! I’m in my long open period now so I’m not missing anything. In fact,” Bill said feeling comfortable with the teacher, “I was planning on going home this period.”
“As long as you’re not missing class. So what’s up?” Mr. Trumper said swinging his legs off his desk and swiveling in chair to face Bill.
“Umm you see, I forgot my poetry assignment in class today and was wondering if I could have it back.” Bill said looking away from Tom’s piercing to the man’s face.
“Of course!” Mr. Trumper smiled opening up a drawer in his desk and producing the paper, “I meant to tell you that you forgot it but you left class in such a hurry there was no time.”
“Oh right.” Bill blushed as he thought back to his rather loud fight with Gustav, “Gustav and I just had a little misunderstanding was all.”
“A misunderstanding.” Mr. Trumper grinned and a shiver ran through Bill’s body, and not the good kind. Bill was beginning to get a little creeped out at how Mr. Trumper’s gaze kept scanning up and down the length of Bill’s body or how the man’s smile seemed almost smug. Bill wanted to shake these thoughts from his head and remind himself that Mr. Trumper had always been a nice teacher but Bill’s better logic was telling him to hurry the meeting up.
“Yes,” Bill said in a voice that was higher than his normal one, “The paper?”
“Here.” Mr. Trumper held out the assignment and Bill grabbed it jumping a little when the teacher’s hand brushed over his. The man released the assignment without a fight though and Bill smiled awkwardly as he made his way to the door.
“Thanks Mr. Trumper! See you in class on Thursday.” Bill called over his shoulder as he pushed the door open. He was halfway through it when Bill remembered he was going to ask about extra credit.
“Oh wait!” Bill said turning around towards the classroom again, “Mr. Trumper?”
“Yes Bill?” The teacher sighed putting down a book that he’d picked up.
“If I make corrections on the assignment, can I hand it in for extra credit?” Bill asked allowing his hope to filter through into his voice and Mr. Trumper’s face broke out into a smile again.
“Bill come in here again,” Mr. Trumper motioned for Bill to enter the classroom, “And close the door after you.”
“O-okay.” Bill said shutting the door as once again his intuition was telling him that something was off. The hairs on the back of Bill’s neck were bristling and Bill remained standing on the opposite side of the classroom by the door.
“Bill, you’ve always been one of my brightest students.” Mr. Trumper said and Bill began to calm down familiar with receiving compliments from teachers.
“Thank you.” Bill said but Mr. Trumper held up a hand in silence.
“But I must say that I was greatly disappointed with your latest assignment. Poetry Bill? I know that you can do much better than what you wrote for your assignment. Is something going on that’s bothering you?” Mr. Trumper said leaning back in his chair and Bill found himself drawing closer in curiosity.
“Well I have been stressing a lot over my grades this year.” Bill sighed, “You see, I need to win Valedictorian in order to get this scholarship I want for Brown. But in order to get that I need to beat-”
“Gustav Schafer who averages a weighted GPA of 4.5?” Mr. Trumper chuckled.
“W-well yes.” Bill stammered; caught off guard at how blunt his teacher had put it. There was a bad feeling beginning to pool in Bill’s gut again and he shifted uneasily when Mr. Trumper let out a tired sigh.
“I don’t normally do this, but you’re one of my favorite students, so I’ll offer you this. What if I just automatically give you an A+ on the assignment? No retakes, no averaging grades, just a solid A+. It’d be just as if that was your original grade on the assignment.” Mr. Trumper said leaning back in his chair and Bill found himself drawing closer in curiosity.
“W-what? Really?” Bill perked up not believing what he was hearing. “You’d do that for me?”
“Of course Bill,” Mr. Trumper said ducking his head so that his face was hidden from view, “Like I said, you’re one of my students. Not just in the class, but in the whole school.”
“O-oh. The principal won’t find out about this will he?” Bill questioned weary of the proposal, “I mean teachers aren’t technically supposed to have favored students.”
“Bill, you remind me of myself when I was a lad. You see, I too was finically strapped and I needed a scholarship in order to go to college.” Mr. Trumper got up out of his chair and sat down on his desk so that he was now eye level with his young student, “Here’s some advice, never let anything stop you from getting that scholarship… even if you have to do anything.”
“I’m not sure I follow Mr. Trumper.” Bill said backing up when the man hopped off his desk and began walking closer to Bill. Adrenaline was pumping through Bill’s body now as his instincts told him to run. As much as he wanted to trust the teacher, the look in Mr. Trumper’s eyes was frightening Bill.
“Bill,” Mr. Trumper smiled walking closer and Bill gasped when he realized he’d been backed into a bookshelf, “You’re a very beautiful and bright young student.”
“Mr. Trumper,” Bill trembled not believing this was actually happening, “I really should be going now my friends will be wondering where I am.”
“But Bill,” Mr. Trumper grinned placing his hands against the wall on either side of Bill’s head, “You told me that you were in your open period and your friends think you’ve skipped and gone home.”
“O-oh.” Bill whimpered cursing himself for telling the man so much.
“No one knows that you’re here.” Mr. Trumper’s breath had picked up now as he leaned in closer, “Let me tell you about my offer Bill, the kind that will guarantee you an A in my class for the rest of year. Even if you don’t do assignments.”
“G-get off of me!” Bill’s voice wavered as he looked around desperately at the door, “I’ll tell the principal about this!”
Mr. Trumper laughed slowly, his voice deep, at that statement. Bill’s flight or fight instincts were in full overdrive now and he whined in the back of his throat panicked. A thousand thoughts were running through his mind at once and he squeezed his eyes shut tight. He tensed the muscles in his shooting leg, preparing himself to nail Mr. Trumper in the groin as hard as he could when he felt a hot hand placed on his thigh.
“And what do you think you were doing?” Mr. Trumper taunted giving Bill’s leg a squeeze, “If you tell the principal about this, I’ll tell everyone in the school that you’ve been breaking into my grade books and changing your grades to better yourself.”
“What?” Bill shouted shocked.
“And then after that I’ll make sure that Gustav Schafer gets Valedictorian over you,” The man grinned narrowing his eyes, “But not before he’s made aware of your true feelings for him.”
“What?” Bill whispered this time, eyes wide with panic and shock, “How could you… how did you know?”
“You left the wrong journal in class at the beginning of the year,” He smiled pressing his nose into Bill’s neck and inhaling. Bill’s whole body tensed as he felt tears forming in his eyes. This was not happening. Mr. Trumper was supposed to be a nice teacher, hell, Bill had even considered asking him to write a recommendation. But instead Mr. Trumper was threatening to take everything away from Bill.
“The very first day of school,” Mr. Trumper breathed brining one hand to run down the expanse of Bill’s side and Bill released a choked sob, “I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”
“Stop it.” Bill whispered as tears streamed down his face.
He felt trapped and no matter how many times Bill ran solutions through his head, he could not figure out how to escape from this unscathed. If he told the principal there was a considerably high chance that even if this were looked into, Mr. Trumper would be excused due to his popularity amongst the high school staff and students. But then if that happened Bill’s entire GPA could be shot and he’d lose Valedictorian and his scholarship. However if Bill did comply Mr. Trumper would expose him anyways, for the teacher’s fear of Bill tattling, but then Bill would be perceived as a conniving student willing to exchange sexual favor for grades. Then if that happened what would stop people from thinking he’d done this before? That he’d been doing this since freshman year and that was how his GPA was so high?
“You’re so soft,” Mr. Trumper rumbled bringing his hand up to pet Bill’s face, “So soft.” Bill squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the man press their bodies together and the frightening hardness that was pushing into Bill’s hip.
“Stop it!” Bill cried trying to smack the man’s hand away but Mr. Trumper caught it in his grasp squeezing his wrist tight. Bill tried to jerking his hand out of the vice grip but the other man was too strong and the teacher’s face was now storming with rage.
“So one day I find a journal left at your desk, so believing it was for a writing assignment I begin reading. I was three pages into it when I realized what that journal really was.”
“Let go of me or I’ll tell the administration!” Bill screamed shoving past Mr. Trumper’s shoulder. He broke of the man and made a run for the door when he was roughly tackled to the floor. Rough hands grabbed at his wrist before Bill could throw a punch and pinned them behind his back as a heavy weight pushed his body into the carpet.
“Then I’ll tell Gustav how much you really love him!” Mr. Trumper laughed shoving Bill’s head roughly, “Tell me Bill, how does it feel? Everyday to have to be in competition with the boy you secretly have loved since grade school? To want to have him as a lover but know that deep in your heart if you don’t beat him then there is no future for you? Rather Shakespearean don’t you agree?”
“No you can’t!” Bill sobbed trying to buck the man off of him but Mr. Trumper held firm, “No! You can’t tell Gustav! Please!”
“Good. Now hold still.” Bill gasped as he felt Mr. Trumper’s free hand snake around his front of undo his jeans. This was really happening and Bill had no way to escape it.
“This is rape.” Bill gritted out through his tears. He managed to crane his neck around and send the teacher a glare that the man returned wholeheartedly; “You’ll get put in jail for this!”
“Bill, Bill, Bill.” Mr. Trumper grinned shaking his head, “What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about how you’re trying to fucking rape me! You-” Bill shouted but Mr. Trumper shoved Bill’s face into the floor again squishing Bill’s nose into the moldy carpeting.
“Need I remind you that you came to me?” Mr. Trumper asked, “That you were asking for your grade on your assignment to be changed?”
“Through extra credit!”
“Was it not you said that you’d do anything for a grade didn’t you?” Mr. Trumper hissed leaning down next to Bill’s ear so that he was no longer shouting.
“What-”
“Was it not you that walked into my classroom and tried to seduce me? Was it not you that locked the door behind you and began stripping in front of me? Begging me, No! Pleading me to change your grade. Threatening to blackmail me by telling the administration under false accusations that I molested you?” Mr. Trumper said tugging Bill’s jeans down, “Think twice before you open your mouth again.”
“That’s not what happened!” Bill sobbed realizing how utterly fucked he was right then. Mr. Trumper was now tugging at his own pants down as well.
“Yes it is you little liar!” Mr. Trumper growled slapping Bill across the rear and Bill yelped, “Don’t you try changing your tune now! You’re a sick little boy, offering yourself to teachers in exchange for grades. You should be ashamed of yourself.”
“That’s not true.” Bill sobbed as he felt an unpleasant tickle in his nose as his tears were steadily following now. It was like a heavy weight was within Bill’s chest and he found that he was having difficultly breathing.
“So what are you going to do now Bill?” Mr. Trumper whispered releasing Bill’s wrists and placing hot hands on Bill’s hips and he froze too scared to even try to run away, “You said that you’d do anything for an A. And let’s not forget how much is at stake here so I’d be wise with your answer.”
“Please just let me go.” Bill whispered blinking rapidly to keep back a sob that was rising in his throat, “I won’t tell anyone this happened, I swear! Just please let me go.”
“I’m sorry but I can’t let you do that Bill.” Mr. Trumper said sliding his fingers underneath the waistband of Bill’s underwear and the teen whimpered.
“Please!” Bill screamed turning frantic as he tried to crawl away from the teacher. Mr. Trumper faltered slightly with Bill’s body now missing beneath his and he frowned reaching out a hand and grabbing Bill’s ankle when he tried to stand. Bill whirled around, a look of panic on his face, when Mr. Trumper gave the appendage a sharp tug sending Bill sprawling.
“No! Please! Get off!” Bill cried as Mr. Trumper wrestled him to his knees. The teacher forced Bill’s down and twisted his arms behind his back again, pressing Bill’s head down so that he was facing his knees.
“I’ve been patient with you Bill,” Mr. Trumper snarled, “But if you even think about trying to escape again, I will fuck you over for life. Do you understand me? You can say goodbye to that Brown scholarship.”
“Y-yes.” Bill said brokenly letting his body slump in defeat. There was no way out of this. There was nothing Bill could do to prevent this.
“Good.” Mr. Trumper said, “Now remove your boxers.”
Bill’s head snapped up in scandal but Mr. Trumper quickly forced his head back down in submission. He asked Bill threateningly if Bill had heard him correctly and Bill released sob of acknowledgement. Then once the teacher had released his wrists, Bill removed his undergarments and then shirt before returning to his kneeling position stark naked. It was absolutely embarrassing for Bill to sit there naked but even more so when he’d then been instructed to remove Mr. Trumper’s underwear as well.
“That’s a good boy.” Mr. Trumper whispered pushing Bill onto all fours. Bill felt numb when the teacher removed his necktie and wrapped around Bill’s head in means to silence him. To silence his cried when he was to be raped. Mr. Trumper was shifting around behind Bill now and he could hear a condom wrapper being broken open. Mr. Trumper’s dress shirt brushed against Bill’s back and Bill whimpered as his hips were grabbed to steady the teacher’s entrance.
“Now hold still.” Mr. Trumper whispered and Bill gasped when he felt the man’s flesh slowly pushing against his entrance. The very tip of it lightly spread Bill’s hole open and he squirmed in Mr. Trumper’s hold. Then Bill felt the man’s length beginning to press into him and Bill gasped as his body stretched around it. It wasn’t too bad at first and Bill felt utterly disgusted as the sensation reminded him of taking a dump but the stretching soon became unbearable as Bill discovered Mr. Trumper was thicker than his body was used to.
“Ah!” Bill barely managed to choke out as a sharp pain shot up Bill’s back and spread through his rear. The man’s intrusion was unbearable and Bill found that he was chanting to himself about the pain.
“Brace yourself.” Mr. Trumper said against Bill’s ear and he cried out in fear.
“No please!” Bill sobbed grabbing Mr. Trumper’s hand and the man halted his motions surprised. However it came out sounding more like, “Mof nease!”
“I’m very disappointed so far Mr. Kaulitz,” The teacher said in a light joking tone but Bill’s mind was too concentrated on the extreme pain his body was in at the moment, “We’ve barely even begun and already you’re at a C-.”
Bill’s eyes snapped open in shock and he craned his neck to look horrified at his teacher. The man was fucking grading him as he fucked him?
“W-wahm?” Bill said muffled by the tie but Mr. Trumper simply laughed before thrusting forward. Bill screamed so loud that his throat ached as Mr. Trumper began pistoning his hips forward. With teach thrust Bill could feel himself tearing down there and it turned into an unpleasant sting as he felt the torn flesh desperately flexing against the intrusion and trying to accommodate for it.
“Ah! Fuck.” Mr. Trumper moaned grabbing a fistful of Bill’s hair and tugging his head back. Bill gasped as it became more difficult to breath at that angle.
The torture went on for what felt like forever and tears were steadily streaming out of Bill’s eyes now. His body felt sore and there was a sharp shooting pain that went down Bill’s spine every time he was forced to arch his body to meet with his teacher’s thrusts. The man’s hands felt like fire against his skin and no matter how many times Bill tried to imagine himself somewhere else he kept returning to the reality that he was getting raped by his teacher.
“You’re so tight.” Mr. Trumper groaned appreciatively and Bill squeezed his eyes shut in shame at the words. He had never felt so ashamed in his entire life. Their bodies were meeting together faster now as a soft wet sound was emitted each time from the blood that was bleeding out of Bill’s poor ripped hole. He’d be physically scarred from this for the rest of life as well as emotionally.
“So close. Oh god Bill. God.” Mr. Trumper moaned resting more of his weight against Bill’s frame and the boy’s back bowed.
Bill tried to the best of his abilities to block out the sounds of Mr. Trumper coming as he moaned out Bill’s name repeatedly. The man finished off his orgasm in small thrusts before he finally flopped boneless onto Bill taking the pair to the floor. Bill’s face was pressed into the carpet again as he felt Mr. Trumper’s breath coming out in short huffs against his neck. Then finally the teacher was sitting up and removing himself from Bill. Bill continued to lie there trembling with pain and shame as he hard Mr. Trumper pull on his clothes off to his right.
“Well,” Mr. Trumper said sounding out of breath, “An excellent effort Mr. Kaulitz. Well deserving in an A.”
Bill glanced up at the man feeling absolutely numb and the teacher laughed bending down to ruffle Bill’s tugged-on hair.
“I’ll see you in class on Thursday Bill,” Mr. Trumper said walking towards the classroom door, “You’ll find that your grade has been changed accordingly.”
“Mm.” Bill said into the necktie still wrapped across his mouth.
Mr. Trumper opened the door and stepped outside but not before turning to Bill and saying, “Remember Bill. Our little secret.”
The sound of the door slamming shut seemed to echo within Bill’s head as he lied on the classroom. Beaten, bruised, and ashamed.