Hello! I go by Candy and I'm the anonymous author of the Pissy Mr. Smith series ☺️. Any pronouns is fine.
I largely specialise in writing under the humiliation fetish category but more specifically:
Omorashi/watersports - no drinking/consumption
Scat - no smearing/consumption
Role Reversal
Humiliation (verbal + physical)
Sub/Bottom Men
Sub/bottom Women
And many more sub catagories here and there! I will try to make my tags navigable once I publish more stuff on here.
Wanting to try to write more WLW stuff too with similar role reversal dynamics in the future too hopefully ♥️ academics are really beating my arse so I can't promise anything however.
P.S proship/adjacent groups DNI. There will be no writing of minor characters. Do not interact too if your blog contains incest or incest adjacent content.
love how many different aspects of piss people are into. the dynamic it creates in a bathroom control scenario, the sensation of holding and releasing, the whines and squirminess. hell, being defiled with it or claimed with it, or the thrill of going somewhere you normally wouldn’t. humiliation and degradation, voluntary/involuntary loss of control, relief, objectification. it’s infinitely interesting to me
Been thinking of general storylines at college and thought of a centuries old something disembodied entity thinking it's above humans, finally having a bodied form and discovering sexual pleasure and the experience of it rather than just the clinical definition of it. Whimpering and whining with it's hand around it's cock and stuffing it's fingers inside of its hole, all whilst trying to soothe it's godlike ego by framing it's embarrassment at loosing control as simply maximising pleasure for it's human form to stop being distracted temporarily
I've not seen much discussions about scat/soiling in regards to wearing suits (applicable to both genders in this case. Any kind of formal wear in general like lab coats or firemen uniform really is hot, especially with how fiddly certain items of clothing are when taking them off
A guy masturbating desperately to distract from the pain and humiliation of his rim being stretched out to accommodate for the shit he's filling up his pants with <3 whining and whimpering whilst being mocked even though it only makes him wetter
Thinking about forcing a character who is very clearly aroused and embarrassed to soil his pants throughout the day with no one directly commenting on it but mocking and whispering about it behind his back. Bonus if he pisses himself too.
Kmt I just saw in a tik tok comment section of someone whose lactose intolerant saying how they ate so much dairy that there was shit in the sink because they had clogged up the toilet 😭 I was actually flabbergasted reading that but I'm thinking now of applying this to a fic scenario of sorts
I've got a question for brown and black folk in regards to x readers and the general romance genre 😭 you guys have deffo noticed the absence of us in books like that right? The few bits of rep we get are genuinely egregious from what I found atleast...I tried to find a femdom-orientated book right and it had a white woman at the front which is like right, until I open it and the FMC is Asian and the writer is using so many old school slurs like ORIENTAL?? to describe her. The (WHITE AMERICANNN SHOULD I ADD) author also depicted said FMC as almost caricature-like in having her talk in the first few chapters about her 'tough tiger mom' and how people in her home country would smack kids if they were naughty. Genuinely this was a depiction of what racist white people think of us. Why can't people be normal about Asian people man trust me we aren't all just exotic sexy femme fatale with no other personality that being 'spicy'?? 💔. Characters in general other than the FMC were flat and unpleasant to read from a boring standpoint.
I can't even imagine what black people experience, I've seen snippets of disturbing discourse on my twt TL of the arcane fandom having a fanficion depicting Mel(?) from the show being brutalised in a very racially charged manner.
Why would anyone write teacher/student when teacher/teacher is clearly superior? Give me 2 academics whose love language is infodumping about their respective fields! Give me 2 big fucking nerds quietly marking papers together and surprising each other with shitty cafeteria coffee!!
I've not seen any British people in omorashi spaces and I can't tell if that's because a majority of social media is American dominated or if I'm not looking in the right places
Author posting again but I wonder if anyone who leans more to a preference of dominating sexually has had the experience of enjoying ordering people around. Like ever since from a young age brooo there was something deeply satisfying seeing people cave in and submit to whatever I told them to do especially if they were visibly embarrassed or annoyed. I also like being direct too because lowkey I've not really known any other way of how to communicate and even with social expectations to girls cushioning social interactions it's never fully stuck on me 😭
I've been thinking about why I like humiliation as a broad fetish (both in others and myself) and I think it links a lot with my autism and curiosity with other people's facial expressions. I quite like seeing how they change and shift and whatnot and humiliation often garners strong reactions for obvious reasons, It's very cute to see people get flustered or loose general composure, even in non sexual situations such as overt happiness over something a person enjoys
Mr Smith decides to do something very naughty when he thinks his best friend isn't watching. William catches him red-handed (or white handed) getting himself off in the kitchen-even though they had an agreement to 'help' eachother when needy. As stern and uptight as strict Mr Smith is, buried vulnerability comes rearing its head after being caught in such a comprising position. William is eager to indulge and pamper him with much needed affection.
FRIDAY
"You look right dishevelled."
Alex glared tiredly at William-only receiving an amused chuckle from him as he started up his car.
"Just sit back there like a good boy. I'll later pop into corner shop to get some snacks." He cheerfully commented, though Alex's breath hitched at the teasing nicknamed the other man had uttered. Good boy. The both of them had discussed matters relating to their... sexual habits-and agreed to 'help' eachother when need be. Alex clenched his jaw hard at the memory of that conversation-that excitement he felt during that moment arising again. It wasn't just masturbating next to the other, but rather whatever creative scenario either he or William could come up with. Recently he'd been thinking of William forcing him to hold his bladder until he'd pathetically wet himself-an intoxicating thought which had him make a low whining noise in the present.
He quickly flushed red in embarrassment when he saw William's face light up with eagerness at the sound.
"You're getting a little ansty back there mate, what's on your mind?" His voice was light-innocent, yet William had a knowing glint in his eyes. He tried to readjust himself before speaking.
"I'm tired." He mumbled. That was a given fact with the exhausting study session he'd had with year eleven-it had been more packed compared with the other weeks with the looming deadline of the first literature paper-an air of stress and panic pervading his classroom with everyone including him bordering on fainting from a lack of sleep. He'd been admittedly insomniatic due to worries over one particularly troublesome class performance.
"Ain't the lit paper next week?" William asked, Alex nodding when he looked back momentarily. "Ah right, makes sense."
William then kept quiet for the rest of the drive, Alex thrumming in and out of woozy sleep and sordid fantasy. It had been a while since he'd been able to catch some sembelance of rest, met alone having enough time to get off-and Will's car was very comfy... he let his heavy eyes close shut, glasses knocked askew by the cold glass which pressed against the side of his forehead.
He wasn't sure how long he remained that way until the car stilled-rumbling engine stopping as he faintly heard the door being opened-and William tapping his shoulder.
"I'll have to carry you if you conk out on me." Fond amusement was present in William's voice.
Opening his eyes, Alex blearily was met with a soft gaze from the other man-uncomfortable at finding a deepseated affection glimmering in his black eyes. He didn't have the energy to refute this puppy-dog esqe admiration from William, grabbing his arm for support as he wobbily stood up. Throughout his little nap his bladder had filled up-annoyingly enough, a faint blush creeping upon his face at the fact he was getting practically herded to the door of his house-feeling the other man's hand dip to his lower back when fumbling with keys.
Again fantasies made themselves known to Alex as he clenched his jaw, a low, desperate ache emanating from the center of his crotch.
"Christ I forgot the snacks! I'll come back in a sec." William waved goodbye as he sped off into the darkness-worry consuming his tired mind as he weakly called out to no avail. Annoyance quickly overcame him as he sighed-William really could be careless and it never failed to cause grey hairs to spout from his scalp each time.
He decided that William was feisty enough to scare off any would-be serial killers in the dark-stumbling his way into the kitchen before collapsing upon one of the chairs. Alex hadn't realised how sheerly tired he was until now, legs aching from hours of standing. Callum-the known problem child of year eight-again had caused a multitude of issues ranging from slacking off work, to purposefully disrupting the lesson flow to make his friends laugh. To make matters worse some idiot above his paygrade had decided to put Callum into a double lesson on Friday afternoons with him, meaning the boy radiated an unbridled level of misbehaviour he was at a loss on how to deal with.
SLT had been useless in listening to his requests for help-as per usual-today being the final breaking point in Callum's string of frequent antics. He let himself slump further into the chair, feeling utterly hopeless-there was a lot of mutual animosity between them both but Alex couldn't help but feel guilty at the fact he was letting down what was still one of his students.
William had managed to talk him down from full blown hysterics in regards to that thought-having sat by him throughout the gruelling study session he had to conduct with his year elevens right after that draining double lesson. The other man had muttered soothing words and squeezed his shoulder as a form of comfort-smiling reassuredly. That warm grin never failed to put him at ease, Alex feeling less tense at the thought of his best friend.
His best friend. Alex felt a steady flush creeping up his neck as his mind wandered without his permission-would William actually act on the arrangement they had if he initiated? William after that conversation never brought it up again which had him worried the other man had internally gone back on his wish to 'help' him out. He was less worried about loosing out on having a 'friends with benefits' type dynamic and more the entire friendship if he dared asked again.
God he'd been so desperate these recent days-Alex shifting his thighs together and biting down on his lip. He'd been using the memory of William helping him cum through only verbal degradation-a fact he had refused to grapple with until now. Mild horror bloomed within his mind at the fact he likely had a thing for being talked down to and belittled during sex-it made no bloody sense! As much as he found it pathetic to admit he had faced a relentless campaign of harassment as a teenager from a group of vicious bullies from his schooldays-which had left his insides all raw and sensitive to even the slightest name calling. Of course a rough and snappy exterior warded off any future assailants from picking on him in adulthood but Alex couldn't help but feel nausea rising at the fact humiliation was something that hit the perfect spot in his fucked up brain.
Self-disgust reached its peak when he realised he was hard in his grey trousers, Alex letting out a growl of frustration as he dug his fingers into his thighs-heart racing. A more impulsive part of his brain suggested that maybe he could see if humiliation did really help him get off. Right there right now.
A small whimper exited his mouth as he unbuckled his belt with shaky hands-hurriedly undoing the rest of his trousers to take out his already sticky cock. It was such an obscene sight that further fueled his arousal, Alex letting out a whine as he slowly began to stroke up and down.
William had been hard the day he witnessed his debauched activity at the side of the road-pupils blown out. Embarrassingly enough in that moment when he spotted that after cumming his brains out, Alex had impulsively asked if he could suck him off right then and there-a light, mirthful chuckle having exited from William's mouth before he declined that offer. A shudder wracked him as he quickened his pace, becoming more sloppy in movements, closing his eyes as he tried to reimagine that trill-belittling laughter which simultaneously excited and upset sensitive parts of himself. He had no idea what the fuck was wrong within his biology to like that sort of thing-yet continued to greedily indulge himself within it each time he flicked his wrist and whimpered.
"Pent up are we?" A cheerful voice caught him off guard-Alex freezing mid movement. William slinked around the door with a large, excited grin on his face-pure mortification flooding him at being caught in an utterly compromising position. How long had William been watching??
"I wasn't- I wasn't-" He kept his gaze firmly stuck to the floor while stuttering-embarrassment completely overwhelming his ability to speak. William was now inches away from his trembling figure-standing between his legs and looming over him. Alex could feel his gaze burning right through him-and trailing over his flushed cock. He was honestly half expecting to be met with venomous derision-though William turned away to bring a chair over, before sitting opposite to him.
"Can I help?" William asked, as if he was inquiring about the weather. Alex's head shot up as he stared at his friend in the face with a surprised look-noting his eager expression. It was almost... disturbing that Alex found himself wanted by another person. Sexually atleast. He never thought he was particularly handsome or even plain-feeling himself to be ugly due to his lack of luck with both genders. That small voice in his head that seemed to egg on the virulent critic that lived within him then wondered if this whole thing was a cruel set up of sorts.
"You won't make fun of me?" Alex mumbled out-sounding more pathetic than he expected. William shook his head, reaching over to put a hand on his knee-Alex hitching his breath at the unexpected touch.
"Not unless you ask. I want to see you enjoying youself." Alex blinked with disbelief at this statement. "You deserve it." Here, William's praising words began to encapture him-Alex using all of his self control not to start thrusting up into his hand. "You've been hard working especially at a right stressful time." A fond smile replaced the grin that was previously present. "Might be a bit awkward to say right now but I think your not as bad as you say you are at your job with the kids-"
A strangled noise emanated from the back Alex's throat as he pouted. "I don't want to talk about those brats right now." He scowled, William raising an eyebrow at this statement. "Can I move my hand?" He squirmed under the scrutinous gaze of his friend. "Can I? Can I? Please?" He impatiently demanded, feeling his weepy cock beg for attention. The other man appeared to be in deep thought-stalling his answer much to his sexual frustration. "William!" Alex whined kicking his friend.
The other man's grin stretched widely-finding pleasure in making him wait. William then let out a rather condecending chuckle that went straight to his dick.
"Bit rich calling others brats. Have you seen yourself?" Alex felt the urge to playfully snap back at William-though his brain quickly short circuited when his friend leaned over to put both hands on his thighs, gently pushing them further apart. His breath hitched with anticipation.
"You can start stroking-slowly, Alex." He had eagerly began moving his fist up and down seemingly too fast for William's liking-being chastised mid sentence with that rare, firm tone that his friend never really used-except when telling off more petulant students. Alex could feel himself wilt and die at this revelation, having found himself increasingly aroused at this authoritative side of William. He should've been automatically combative- spitting and biting like he normally would, though there was something about the other man pinning him there in place. A whine exited his lips as he took enjoyment from purposefully disobeying William's order, locking eyes with him while filthy, wet noises that fuelled him filled the room. He wanted to push William's buttons slowly, knowing how much William manhandled those who went especially too far with him. A high-pitched moan exited his throat when the image of being folded into a mattress by his irate friend entered his mind.
William throughout it all appeared wholly unimpressed-crossing his arms and leaning back with a stoney expression. Alex needed some kind of dramatic reaction-he didn't care if it was disgustingly exaggerated praise or abusive words, it needed to be something to let him know he was affecting William in some way. As enthralling as he found indulging his greedy desires and being rebellious, dread quickly overtook Alex as he slowed down with his frantic movements.
"Am I- doing something wrong?" Much to his chagrin Alex found himself sounding teary when saying this-immediate shame flooding his frayed nerves. "I'm sorry." Alex said with a shaky breath. He wasn't so sure why he was being so loose today in holding back the more annoying, clingy parts of himself-but much to his horror his eyes started to water at even the idea of Will being disappointed of him.
When he looked back up-Alex noticed that William's harsh look had softened with worry-he wasn't sure if he hated it or not.
"No- don't worry." William shook his head. "You haven't done anything wrong yeah?" His words were no longer biting or teasing-William squeezing his knee in reassurance. "Why don't you sit on my lap? I'll make you feel better." He proposed with a warm care. Alex froze on the spot when he heard these words-jumping in joy internally while also worrying about crushing his friend. He was admittedly more-heavier-than William, whose frame was more sleek and smaller in comparison.
Alex squeezed his eyes shut as he stood up, awkwardly shifting himself to sit sideways on William's plush thighs, shuddering at feeling his erection poking at his arse. His friend was warm in a comforting way and smelt of sweet lemons-overwhemling familiarity causing him to melt into the other man's embrace. It had been ages since someone had cuddled him-even hugged him in years, this realisation only causing a lump of upset to emerge in his throat. Was he really that undesirable to others?
Embarrassment briefly distracted him when William had let out a strained groan when he was adjusting himself on his lap, though this quickly translated into a breathy chuckle. Alex was closer than ever before to William's face-catching a glimpse of his glittery black eyes that radiated a thrumming energy.
"You'll kill me for saying this but your the sweetest man I know-very handsome too." Alex was trembling as William was touching him all over-caressing his face, stroking up and down his arm and running his fingers through his hair. Showering him with honeyed words one would pepper a lover with-not a fuck-buddy. "You've got a cute dick too I think-" Alex yipped when William began to touch his flushed cock-biting his lip at how backhanded the statement was. "-it goes 'same shade of red as you when you blush." William fully enveloped his soft hand around his dick and began moving-Alex supressing his little noises by hiding his face in his hands.
"Thats- insulting." He choked out with a whine, unable to think of a witty retort to the offensive notion of his dick being 'cute' as William was roughly jerking his over sensitive cock-tears welling in his eyes. The man was merciless in his movements-pressing down on his sensitive tip, and combined with this did the kissing on his neck contributed to the vast overstimulation that threatened to consume him-Alex shivering as he leaked pre cum. Many times did he have fantasies like this-relishing in the dream of William taking full control over him while furiously pumping his fist and mewling into his pillow. It was hard to believe now it was a reality.
"Would you like me to finger you?" William cooed lovingly into his ear, Alex nuzzling his face into his friend's shoulder and biting back a broken moan. Though he frequently fantasised about being fucked open by William, something within him was ashamed and deathly afraid about exploring beyond what was considered 'normal sex'-and god knows the amount of embarrassing noises that would exit him if he allowed William to bully his prostate. He wasn't sure how he'd feel after if he came from anal stimulation-but Alex found himself too desperate to care about the implications of it-needing William to be inside him.
"Yes- hnn-" Alex squeaked at the feeling of William holding him by his waist with both hands-slowly moving him to straddle his lap. He found being face to face more intimate, whimpering when his bladder was pressed up against William's belt, cock jammed between his stomach and the cool metal. Impatiently, Alex began to grind against William, squirming around not only to chase his release but to keep back the piss threatening to dribble out his hole.
"Stay still." William ordered in a commanding voice, hands trailing down his hips to move him back. Alex whined at this loss of stimulation, his skin feeling as if it was burning underneath the layers of prim and proper clothing he wore. William then excitingly began to slowly pull down his trousers, and then his white boxers pathetically wet at the front.
"Have you done this before?" William inquired, taking out handcream from his pocket. Alex shook his head-suddenly becoming scared at the sight of William popping open the handcream. Again that horrible, dreadful thought of being tricked into some sort of twisted and elaborated prank arose, a sudden insecurity about his body crashing down on him in waves. It was stupid to keep on thinking about secondary school-that era being nearly two decades behind him yet memories had decided to trickle back now.
It was humorous apparently to his old classmates to to ask him out for a date in a mocking way. The worst manifestation of this was one time where he had been led on for a week straight, in which everyone knew of the faux relationship between him and a cruel girl was a joke-except for his stupid self. The changing rooms during PE class was hellish too, at best he received verbal abuse and several slurs each lesson-and at worst he'd find his clothes dumped in the shower midway through changing. PE class was also rife with unwanted touching and other bits of bullying that made him want to cry and have a panic attack in the present. He was pretty sure there was several pictures and videos that had circulated around his old school of when he had been the target of getting pantsed for two weeks straight, in the lunch line, football games, lessons and in the hallways.
That time was honestly a hazy blur his mind preferred to forget, though he still remembered it as probably the most depressed and hopeless he'd ever felt, a thing debased as something lesser than an animal. His existance was entertainment to others, even now as a teacher with a strict reputation. That label of being the poked at freak still stuck and he hated it.
"Do we need to stop?" William's frantic voice brought him back into the present where he was straddling William half naked-unsure of what to say to the man's concern. He ached deeply for William to continue and spread him open-yet that lump in his throat threatened to fully break open into unrestrained sobbing.
"I need to- ask something." His voice cracked as he spoke, hating how much he sounded to be on the verge of tears. William attentively nodded. "Do you- actually find me attractive?" Alex found himself burning red at such juvenile question-hiding his face in his hands. "I'm sorry for being annoying I just can't believe it- I still remember Curtis and everyone else telling me over and over again how fucking hidious I was and how awful it was to look at my face and-"
"Alex- Alex- mate, you're none of those things-" William hastily interrupted his babbling, brushing his jaw with his thumb in a soothing manner. "I really do think your fit you know- like- uhm, a hot professor kind of way?" Alex made an expression at this fumbling statement-hot professor? Confusion helped deflate some of his self-repulsion and he let out a wet chuckle.
"I do like to think of myself as one of those weird uni professors." He mumbled hazily, leaning into William's hand, small smile transforming back into unhappiness. "It's really- really hard to think people like me." He whispered this while looking down at his lap-voice laden with vulnerability.
William didn't say anything for several minutes-needle like gaze observing him with a gentle care while he opted to comb his fingers through his hair. Though he was still upset Alex still found himself to be ever so painfully aroused at the heavy petting he was receiving, grinding against William as subtly as he could-too embarrassed to ask him verbally to continue his ministrations.
"I like you." William shrugged with a doting tone, trailing his hands down to the flesh of his lower back. "Many people do now, them tinpots from secondary ain't here yeah?" Alex let out a self deprecating laugh at this, he knew a majority of his students despised him and half the English staffroom thought he was an weird, overbearing subject lead. "Are you sure you want to continue?" William asked softly, soothingly brushing strands of hair out his face. "You're quite drained." Alex slowly nodded, clearing his throat.
"I need- the toilet first." He hoarsely said aloud, embarrassment twinging at him when William smiled and nodded-helping him stand on unsteady feet and guiding him up the stairs of his own house. It felt demeaning but nice at the same time to be held at the waist as he stumbled to the bathroom, underestimating how much sleep had its grip upon his weary mind.
His blinking seemed to become slower each time he closed his eyes, semi-giving into slumber until the sensation of foreign hands touching his dick zapped him awake. Alex didn't know if he should've been beyond mortified or quivering in euphoria at feeling his William press down on his bladder while aiming his cock in the direction of the toilet bowl. It was a wonderful feeling that had him groaning, though with his mind addled from exhaustion Alex instinctively tried to squirm away, whining when William wouldn't let up.
"Stay still 'else you'll get piss everywhere." William grumbled, rubbing his thumb in a soothing, pleasurable manner up and down his achey cock. "Spread your legs a little- yeah thats excellent." Alex squeezed his eyes shut at this comment that went straight to his groin, biting his bottom lip. Even when the last dribbles of urine exited his tip, William still carried on these painfully slow strokes-with little sign of fastening his pace.
"Will...stop teasing." Alex made a noise of objection at feeling his hand move away. "What're you doing?" He mumbled as William was now guiding him out the bathroom, only midway through his sentence realising he was being taken to his bedroom. His blackened heart swelled with the feeling of being loved for the first time in a while, lavishing in the small kiss his friend pecked on the side of his head as he scrounged around his disorganised room, seemingly looking for something.
"Is this clean?" He asked, picking up a discarded beige jumper from the floor. The flytip of a mess that cluttered his room once again caused insecurity to ripple through him, Alex merely looking down at his lap and nodding from where he sat on the bed.
"Right-thats good," William muttered to himself as he walked over-patiently helping shuck off his suit jacket, undoing his polka-dot tie and shirt. At one point Alex was becoming impatient beyond words at how slow this was all going, lazily fondling himself until a stern eyebrow raise from William made him reluctantly relinquish his touch. Only when he had helped him get the soft jumper over his head did William once again pull him atop his lap holding him by the waist, beginning to slick his fingers up with lotion. It felt comforting to be held in such a way-Alex feeling his eyes dropping from tiredness.
"I'm going to put in two fingers, one at a time yeah?" William stated as he spread his bare thighs, Alex blearily nodding and jolting when he felt a cold finger circle his rim. "I'll enter you now-slowly." Alex squeezed his eyes shut, whole body tense as William's nimble finger slowly worked its way up inside him. His breaths were short and shallow, William instructing him to breathe while rubbing his hipbone. The sensation of William inside him was wholly weird but comfortable at the same time, excitement slowly rising up within him at his fantasies were becoming real.
A whine exited his mouth as he tried to grind down onto William's hand when he managed to reach deeper. "Will-" Alex keened, yipping when a second finger began to enter him, feeling more filled than before. "Go faster-"
"Wait a sec mate, I don't want to cause anal tearing." William replied with humour in his voice, Alex gritting his teeth at the snailpace speed he was opening him up with. Eventually however, a loud, wet, slicking noise could be heard over and over as William began to move his fingers in and out of him at a mildly faster pace, but it wasn't enough. A lewd whine of complaint left his mouth.
"Ask nicely if you want me to go faster." His friend said this in a lecturing voice-one particularly poised jab at his prostate causing him to squeal and loose his last bits of sensibility.
"Please-" Alex groaned at feeling William's other hand trail down to his leaking dick, eyes watering from feeling immediately overwhelmed, much to his embarrassment. "William- please!" He cried out louder this time, humiliation coarsing through him at having to beg to get off-shivering at how many of his lurid fantasies surrounded being denied. A smugness overtook William's previous gentle smile, wringing and squeezing his cock harshly, fastening the pace in which he was moving his fingers in and out of him-burning pleasantly. Out of reflex he attempted to take his unwavering hand away from his dick, though William didn't relent, hissing into his ear to 'behave'. The use of such demeaning word only made him closer to the edge.
It was terrifying and thrilling to be pinned under another's complete control-Alex woefully falling limp, occasionally twitching and grinding down on the fingers that skillfully scissored his insides.
"You're very eager." William had stopped his delicious movements to shower him with more praise-Alex making a noise of complaint when William's hand didn't move, whipping his head around best he could to glare as hard as he could.
"Don't you stop now." He snarled, desperation seeping into his sore sounding voice as William obediently obliged alongside a soft kiss to his neck. A low coiling in his belly was emerging as he had fully lost any pride that was holding back his raw desires. He wasn't sure what he was babbling out to William, but it was a hodge-podge of horny thoughts that had posessed him. "You've tor-tormented me for years-" Alex let out a loud moan that rattled off into a multitude of cries and whines as William repeatedly aimed at the most sensitive parts inside of him. "You- your always so mean-!"
"I'm mean?" William scoffed incredulously, becoming rougher in his tugging at his cock in a punishing manner. Alex squealed in surprise as he tried to writhe away. "How do I 'torment' you?" William mockingly inquired with an eyebrow raise, continuing his brutal handling of his sensitive dick.
"My dreams." Alex weakly whimpered out, eyes rolling back as a guttural cry escaped his lips at feeling William curl his fingers. He would be lying if he said William was meaner than him-Alex knew how horrible of a person he was, making students and colleagues cry on several occasions during his more harsh... phase as a new teacher. Perhaps this was retribution for his past callous actions. "One time you-spanked me with- with after messing myself and all you did was make me suck you off and-" Alex trailed off his sentence with noises of garbled embarrassment-pained at what he had just admitted aloud in his mind fogged by pure neediness-hiding his face in his hands.
"You didn't even fuck me after- hnn- you told me to use my own hand-" He drew if his last words with a moan when hearing William laugh at his whiny complaints. Alex squeezed his eyes shut and tried to recollect that one dream which he thought about non stop-remembering how after the mean Mr Tailor had used his mouth like a fleshlight, ordered him to masturbate on the floor. He didn't resist or protest, instead eagerly kneeling in his own filth sobbing and moaning, using both hands to desperately double-fist his wet cock. Mr Tailor had watched this all with a sadistic glee-calling him a pathetic whore as he splattered cum all over the other man's shoes
"We should recreate that. Promise I'll fuck you silly though yeah?" William remarked with a smile, excitement thrumming within Alex at this suggestion. "I've been thinking of getting you a sex toy, dildo maybe." William teased. "If I'm so mean you can get yourself off whenever y'want. I think I'd like to watch you use it." William hummed as he finished his words, Alex reveling in the idea of putting himself on display for William-a show of sorts to entice him. "I should get too a vibrating toy as well. I still remember you telling me how much you loved to hump your washing machine." Alex could feel hot tears streak down his face-embarrassment burning his body at William's backhanded words. The humiliation of being caught earlier had made him feel naughty in a good way-he'd imagine it to be tenfold if he was caught pathetically humping the rumbling washing machine like a desperate dog in heat.
"Does that sound nice?" William asked in a high-pitched baby-voice, Alex disappointed at how fervently horny he became at this demeaning tone. He was wriggling upon William's lap as the man began to suck at his neck-only to stop to once again speak. "Be a good boy and use your words." William stopped his movements right before he was about to cum-Alex letting out a guttural cry of frustration as he tried to grind down on his friend's hand for any semblance of stimulation, only to receive a disapproving tutting noise. A hitched sob escaped the back of his throat at this reaction from William-that more irrational part of himself from earlier rearing its ugly head again.
He laid there still and no longer attempted to disobey William as the dam of emotional tears fully burst into noisy, messy crying, William letting out a hum of discontent. Alex hated that he was fully letting his control go-unsure of why he was so wound up from everything. He normally could've handled it by keeping it all locked away to be a problem for a later date. But William appeared to have the keys to his soft parts, deconstructing him from the inside out in a way he yearned for someone to do even if majorly repulsed.
"I went too far I think...I'm sorry Alex." He sheepishly said as he lightly massaged his thigh in apology-before wrapping his hands around his sore cock-this time gentle and at a satisfactory pace. "You've behaved nicely this week, you deserve this-"
Alex between his sobs felt an electrifying sensation that wracked his body with little warning-a choked noise leaving his throat as sticky whiteness painted his pale thighs. William continued to relentlessly jab and prod at his prostate, sensation pleasurable and painful-making him shake violently as his heaving became louder.
"Ngh- fuck fuck Will stop-" His friend instantly obliged to his plea, his fingers making a filthy pop noise when it left his hole. Alex felt his whole body deflate in a way he thought wasn't possible-all the tense knots he had held throughout the stressful day fading away when William had coaxed him into orgasm. His vision was too blurred with tears, jolting at the feeling of William wiping his wet face with a soft tissue. Alex leaned into the much needed touch as he weakly trembled into his lap.
"Stay still love- there we go." William shyly murmured. It always felt strange to hear William call other's 'love' at times-this act causing his pathetic crying to become less extreme. He simpily nodded at William's words. God he felt so tired.
"Would you...like me to make food?" William asked, gently wiping his sticky thighs, Alex wincing when he began to clean his now soft cock. "Alex?" William inquired again with care.
"No..." Alex mumbled in response, sniffling. He was comfortable-cosy and felt safe here-he wanted to fall asleep right there in William's lap. The last thing he wanted was to move around.
Panic quickly struck him when he was shuffled onto the bed, holding a vice-like grip onto William and making a whine of distress. Alex needed William right now, and if he left he was sure he would spiral into a full on meltdown-and end up drowning in a puddle of his own tears and snot. "Will. Don't go." He anxiously begged, lip trembling as he avoided the gaze of the other man.
Something shifted in William's stance that he couldn't place, but the man merely nodded at his words.
"I need to get a washcloth. I'll return back yeah?" William said, carding his fingers through his hair. Alex could feel his eyes watering as he silently nodded, upset even though he knew his friend would come back.
He watched as William left the room, stewing in his own thoughts. Surely this went beyond friend's with benefits? The soft kissing, soft words even-William remained largely the same however with those aspects just added on. The younger man was a bit absent minded-in particular slow when it came to relationships (though he wasn't any better) in that he was casual in friendship and romance, never really thinking much of them. To put it bluntly, if it was the either of them who would have to eventually bring up the dubious blurring between the platonic and romantic-it would have to be him. And Alex was frightened out of his wits at this idea.
Alex lifted his head up once again at the sound of William walking up the stairs, reappearing at his door with a damp cloth and orange juice, expression glowing gently as he sat beside him-holding the glass for him as his parched mouth was grateful for the sweet, tangy liquid.
"If you don't mind me asking- what was all that about Curtis?" William asked, taking the damp cloth to wipe his face, holding up his jaw with a carefulness.
Alex swallowed, looking to the floor in shame and dejection. He was an adult in his thirties and yet every sexual experience perversely always reminded him of how much of a humiliation ritual his childhood was. Perhaps it was due to the fact he would often masturbate to self soothe from a young age-this only enabled by Curtis and his gang or his family that provided endless misery. It was embarrassing to remember how much he used to chronically crank it out everyday until his mid-twenties, when teaching really got in the way of that sort of business.
"It's too embarrassing." Alex mumbled, shaking his head as flushing in the face. William shrugged at this.
"You told me before of the more unsavory stuff Curtis did to you." His friend replied, completely reading through the poorly put up wall he tried to rig up again between them both. "Correct me if I'm wrong but didn't he pants you for like a week straight in year nine?" William asked this hesitantly, coaxing Alex fully into lying down in his bed while fiddling with the sheets.
"Two weeks." Alex darkly grumbled with an eye roll, yipping in surprise when William lifted his thigh and began wiping the inner parts, cleaning the semi-dried remains of sweat and semen.
"Sorry." William smiled at him sheepishly. "I'm going to clean up your bits in a sec if you don't mind." Alex furiously blushed at how William said this, mumbling out a 'tomorrow' in response. He was sure his cock would become engorged once again, and that was something he wanted to avoid if he was to sleep.
William followed in this request, fumbling with his duvet. "I know I've said this before but I'm sorry y'had to experience that as a kid." Alex felt an uncomfortable vulnerability push a rise of angry indignation up his throat, though this was interrupted by William's next words. "Since I'm a teacher now and all that I find it more horrible that no one did anything to help. I get right angry thinking about how round faced and young you were when going through hell." He covered him with his blue duvet and blanket, Alex unsure what to think or how to respond to William's rambling words except half heartedly glaring with wet eyes. He didn't like to associate his role as a teacher with his pathetic teenage self-he was beyond those years (even though damn well he knew he was still a loser now).
"Sorry if I'm keeping you awake, I'll let you sleep yeah?" Alex nodded with half lidded eyes at his friend's words. He would forget the kiss on the forehead he received the next morning.
MONDAY
Callum could hear James snickering, watching as his friend's gaze lingered upon Mr Smith-who was bent over a desk helping someone with their work.
"What you laughing at?" Callum asked with mild confusion, gaze alternating between the calm looking Mr Smith and his amused friend. The older man had been less snappy to all of them as of recent-something appearing to put a pep in his step. Just this morning he had cheerfully greeted them all (even him which was shocking after what happened last Friday!) at the door with an upbeat vigor he had never seen before-it was so freakish. Most morning lessons consisted of a gloomy, quiet classroom that no one dared to speak in lest they faced the wrath of Mr Smith. He wasn't too sure why Mr Smith was like this. Lack of a girlfriend, an inferiority complex, depression? Probably all three at once.
"He's got a hicky on his neck." His friend pointed at Mr Smith again, Callum frowning and squinting his eyes to get a better look from his odd angle. "Theres no way he's actually fucking someone. I feel bad for whoevers his girlfriend." Callum giggled at this statement, doing so quietly to avoid the ire of the irate man. So that was probably why he was so happy then.
"Or boyfriend. Is he even straight?" Callum asked in a mirthful manner, looking over Mr Smith as he stood back up from where he was. He didn't mean this in an insulting, or homophobic way-Mr Smith just didn't appear to be the type to be inclined towards women. He was 'girly' in a way that a lot of popstars were in terms of physical appearance, posessing shoulder-length blonde hair and long lashes, his face frequently fluctuating between feminine and masculine features. And there was the fact he remained very obviously single in his thirties-grumbling about how he'd never get married or date anyone. Though the third reason he was sure Mr Smith was chronically single gay or not was that acidic tongue of his he posessed.
He was briefly taken out his thoughts at the sound of knocking from the classroom door-all quieting down as Mr Smith beckoned in whoever it was. With how he grinned uncontrollablly, it couldn't have been none other than Mr Tailor.
Tailor and Smith had the weirdest relationship he'd ever seen-both men being completely opposite forces that normally should've been butting heads and arguing at every opportunity with a vicious ugliness. Yet they bounced off one another in a harmonious way-the grey cloud that hung over Mr Smith's head dissipating whenever Mr Tailor was around. Everytime someone complained to Tailor about how much of a dickhead Smith was he'd be defended instantly and given praise. And during the rare occasions that Smith did speak about his friend his normally cold, blue eyes gained a sparkle of the likes he'd barely ever see in the older man-unless he was talking about his favourite fantasy books. Callum did hear the two had been childhood friends-a fact which made their odd communion make more sense. It was odd to think about his mardy-arse teacher as a child. He liked to think that Smith just magically sprung up from the ground automatically embued with bossy and mean tendencies.
While the class took the distraction as an opportunity to chat to eachother Callum stared curiously at the inaudible conversation taking place between the two standing closely. Another feature about their friendship too was that they were overly... touchy and physically close a lot of the times. Mr Tailor especially loved to near throttle Mr Smith by the shoulders or arms when excited-something which the other man surprisingly tolerated without complaint. For whatever god knows reason it sometimes even cracked a rare smile upon his normally glowering face.
Their conversation at the front of the classroom appeared cheery as ever, until Tailor pointed up at the hickey on him while attemping to stifle giggles behind his hand.
Callum watched with pure glee as Mr Smith's eyes widened like saucers, hand shooting up to his neck as he tranformed into a shade of scarlet that he had assumed to be physically impossible. This act appeared to only fuel Mr Tailor's amusement as he doubled over laughing uncontrollably-catching the attention of all the others unknowing of what was going on.
"Carry on with your work." Tailor's chirpy voice replied to a question of what had caused his odd outburst, carrying on speaking to a very flustered looking Mr Smith who was.. pouting?! As he scuttled over to his desk like a miffed crab, glaring at Tailor. Never in a million years would he imagine Mr Smith of all people to pout-he was much too serious to do something as childish as that.
James sharply elbowed him in the ribs to get his attention.
"I actually think you're right about him being gay. Them two are deffo shagging, look at how touchy they are-!" Callum made a face of horror at this comment, cringing internally as his friend continued. "Do you think thats why Smith's got a chip on his shoulder? I reckon taking it up the arse all the time would make someone pissy twenty-four-seven-"
