Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Fighting/Alone/Mutual Sex
“Ok, drop your pants and trousers,” you instructed the two boys, still unsure how far to take this punishment. It was a serious offense, plus since the secretary asked you to keep it private you could do some more extreme things. The thing was, you had never been attracted to males, so you weren’t sure you could really enjoy this punishment.
The two boys looked at you in stunned silence, not moving, until the short black-haired boy asked: “Why…?”
“It’s the beginning of your punishment,” you said harshly, “and you better start obeying unless you want me to go really hard on you.”
The blond kid opened his eyes wide at your tone, but started kicking his shoos and unbuttoning his pants. Seeing his friend reaction, Marcus also removed his shoes and pulled down his sports pants. They then looked at each other, unsure which one should go first.
“Hurry up, I don’t have all day!” you pressure them.
Marcus turned his back to Chester and quickly pulled down his trousers. A moment latter Chester imitates his friend, also turning around to get rid of all that covered his modesty.
“Now turn this way, and stop covering yourselves!”
They slowly complied. Marcus was the first to drop his hands, letting his tiny penis out in the open. It was soft and almost completely retracted into his body, you were sure if he bent slightly and tuck it between his legs he could pass himself for a girl, and a cute one at that.
Chester was slightly more developed than his friend. His soft member was as thick as one of your fingers, and his balls actually looked big in comparison.
This was the first time you had the time to examine prepubescent boys in a sexual light, and was surprised to feel a little stirring in your pants. Perhaps you weren’t as exclusive to girls as you first thought. With this in mind you decided to experiment a little, see if you could expand your horizons.
“Have you started masturbating?” you asked, “touching yourselves down there?” you specified, seeing the look of incomprehension in Chester’s face.
“Touching?” asked Chester in confusion, “why would we do that?”
Marcus, though, lowered his eyes in a guilty manner, so you knew there was something to gather there, “What about you, Marcus?” the boy looked at you like a deer in headlights, fidgeting with his hands, still quiet, “don’t worry, you won’t get in trouble for it,” you assured him, “when did you started?”
“Du— Durai,” he mumbled, lowering his eyes once more, “my… my brother, I mean… he… he showed us it feels good to… touch… there.”
“He’s touch you?” you asked, wondering how much practice this child got under his belt.
“No— I mean, not much…” answer the short kid, clearly very ashamed, “he showed us how he… did it… and he wanted to… to touch Ali, but she didn’t wanna, so he…”
“He demonstrated on you,” you finished for him. You had to check on his brother and sister, not necessarily to punish them, but perhaps you could snatch her cherry before her brother did.
Marcus nodded, his face down. Chester was looking at his friend with surprise and curiosity, but you noticed that his small member appeared to be reacting to Marcus’ confession.
“Why don’t you show Chester how your brother touch you?” you suggested to Marcus. At this both boys looked at each other, and Chester actually took several steps back, getting away from his friend.
“Chester!” you chastised him, “this is a punishment, so you better cooperate,” you said in a serious tone, “otherwise I’ll send you out like that,” you finished, pointing to their dangling wangs.
“But… but… my mom said…”
“And she’s right,” you interrupted him, “touching a man’s privates, or letting a man touch yours is humiliating, and if you start to like it, that’s a step in getting gay,” you explained, a bit ashamed of perpetuating the town homophobia, but without too much cloth to pick from for this punishment, “now, Marcus, do to Chester what your brother taught you.”
“He… he just grabbed it and… squeeze it a little,” said Marcus shyly, but actually reached his small hand to grab Chester’s junk.
“Be careful,” asked the blond boy as the hand of the dark-haired one closed on his flaccid member, “that feels weird,” he said, his wariness apparently replaced by curiosity as Marcus began to caress and fondle his little penis.
“Don’t be selfish, Chester, do the same to your friend,” you prompted the taller guy. You had encountered gay porn before, and knew watching two guys play with each other did nothing for you, yet the sight of these two nine-year-old boys timidly grabbing each other was quite erotic.
As they gain confidence and the new and pleasant sensations grew in their undeveloped bodies, their actions also grew amongst comments of “do the tip”, “don’t pull on it”, “it’s getting bigger!”, intersected with quiet grunts and moans.
And indeed their penes were responding to the stimulation, as much as their young physiology would allow. By now both were sticking out at a proud right angle, and had grown considerably. Marcus’ almost hidden member was now almost as long as your pinky finger, perhaps a bit thicker. Chester, being more developed, stood about the same length, but it’s thickness was that of your thumb. You could also see Chester’s was beginning to drop lubrication, which Marcus wasted no time in using to help his ministrations. Marcus’ cute little penis, on the other hand, still appeared quite dry.
“Are you peeing?” asked Chester as his hand passed over the tip of his friend’s cock, picking up the first drop of lubrication and removing it with a disgusted face.
“No!” replied Marcus, also letting go of his friend’s junk, “it’s not pee! See, you’re also all wet!” he rebutted, showing his wet hand to the taller boy.
“What is that?” wondered Chester out loud, taking his hand to his nose and sniffing it, “it smells… weird.”
“Durai also got wet before he… cum?” answered Marcus, looking at you for confirmation.
“Come?” asked Marcus.
“He… he said it was the greatest feeling… and he… he would shot out a lot of… cum?”
“Like this?” asked Marcus, signaling the tip of his erection, where a drop of precum had gathered.
“No, it was more, and white, like snot.”
“Gross!”
“Boys!” you called their attention, “I didn’t allowed you to stop,” you chastised them, “but since you’re so interested in gay things, I’ll guess we’ll end the punishment with a final test to see how gay you are,” your own erection was making you doubt how straight you really were, so perhaps the test was not only for the children, “Marcus, come over and lean over the table,” you instructed the shorter boy, who complied with a puzzled expression, putting his hands on the changing table and leaning forward, sticking his ass in an unknowingly sexy way. He was so small and cute that once his penis was hidden from view, you could imagine him being a little girl, “Chester is going to put his penis in your… butt,” you finished, stumbling a bit with the wording.
“What?”, “Why?” “Gross!”, “No way!” both boys’ complaints mixed together as they looked at you and each other.
—Slam!— the children jumped and quieted down when you slapped your hand on the table, glaring at them, “If you’re done arguing, I’ll remind you this is a punishment, so you better stop wasting my time and follow instructions, or things will get much worst.”
“But…” Chester said in a much quieter tone, “he poops from there, it’s dirty—”
A simple gaze from you shut the blond boy.
“I… I don’t wanna be gay,” whispered the shorter boy, his tone showed he was really worried, “I heard… some older boys… teasing a boy because he liked to put things in his ass.”
“This is a punishment,” you reinforced, “but, since it’s your first, whatever happens will not leave this office,” you reassured him. You then noticed that between the arguing and explaining, both boys had lost their erections. That could not stand, “start by sucking Chester,” you ordered the dark-haired kid.
“Suck him?”
“Put his penis in your mouth and lick it until it’s hard again, so he can put it in your… butt,” you explained, once more stumbling over the word. Anal sex was something of a turn-off for you, or at least you previously thought so. You had no intention of wasting your seed into a girl’s ass when she had a perfectly fine and possibly fertile twat, and before today you hadn’t even considered how it would feel to have your own derriere penetrated. But you had to admit you were quite excited to witness the fact between these two preteen kids.
Marcus gave you a pleading look, but when you refused to acknowledged him, he drop down and closing his eyes with an expression of disgust, opened his mouth and took his friend’s flaccid penis in his mouth.
Chester let him do it, still frozen from your earlier gaze. Apparently you had managed to imitate his mother quite well, “Ow! watch it!” he said after a moment, when Marcus’ teeth found his sensitive equipment. After a muffled apology from a full-mouthed Marcus, Chester’s reaction quickly changed as his hips began to talk for him and quit grunts tried to escape his throat.
You debated to a moment to let him finish like that, but decided against it, you really wanted to witness the full act. “That’s enough,” you directed, “assume the position,” you instructed the short kid.
Marcus got up, wiping his face with his shirt, but you noticed he licked his lips, so he mustn’t have found the taste so displeasing. You also noted his cute penis was also erect and even dripping a line of precum. He turned around and silently leaned over the changing table once more, presenting his cute ass to his friend.
Marcus wasted no time, apparently really liking his firs blow job, and wanting to stick his stiffy back into a hot and wet place once again. You moved around to have a good look from the side as Marcus took his small member in hand and with a decided motion stick it into his classmate virgin anus.
“Ow!” whimpered Marcus softly, perhaps even trying to move away, but the bigger boy grabbed his hips and started pushing amidst grunts of pleasure, “w— wait… it feels… weird,” complained the dark-haired lad as his friend gained entrance. The blond kid wasn’t big, and in just three shoves was embedded all the way.
“Wow! This is great!” said Chester in amazement as his hips began to move on their own, blind and deaf to any complaints by the friend under him.
Marcus, on his part, fought to remain standing under the attack, pushing against the changing table and giving out very cute moans every time the bigger boy pushed inside him. From your vantage point the kid’s small frame and the sound he was making made it easy to forget he was a boy, and you felt your erection grow as you imagine he was a girl being violated by a classmate. Not even his cute little penis, jumping between his legs at the same rate the bigger kid pushed could shatter the illusion, and you knew that given the chance you wouldn’t be opposed to take the place of the blond kid.
“W— wait, please!” begged Marcus, loosing his grip on the table and falling face first over it, “some— something’s… happening!” Chester’s only reaction was to move forward and keep on pistoning, unable to stop his body, “hnnnng!” moaned the short boy against the table as his body trembled with relief. From your vantage point you could see his tiny penis jump under the table, as thin streams of clear liquid shot out at the same rate the older boy pushed into him. The cute way this preteen boy was cuming was so sexy you could feel you were also close to soiling your own pants.
The illusion was broken by a loud series of farts that also followed the pushing rhythm, interrupted when Chester moaned and buried himself to the hilt, extracting one last series of cute sounds from the kid under him, as he filled his ass with his virgin load.
No soon his orgasm ended, though, the blond kid quickly stepped back, his breath still ragged and started complaining, “you farted on me!”
Chester lost his footing when his friend stepped back, but he turned on the carped to face him, defiance in his eyes, “you peed in me!”
“Quiet, both of you!” you ordered, “you both had an homosexual encounter,” you explained, “and from the looks of it, you enjoyed it,” the kids lowered their sight, “if anyone finds out, you will be teased as gay, and your own families will become ashamed of you,” you then added, in a softer tone, “for now, I won’t share it, and you better keep it to yourself, also,” you warned them, “but if I learn that you try to repeat what happened here, I assure you the whole town will also find out, understood?”
Both boys nodded, the prospect of being the subject of jokes and bullying really getting to them. Then Marcus looked at you: “If being gay is so bad, why does it feels good?”
The question took you by surprise, but luckily you had an answer ready, though not to that particular question, “A lot of things that feel good are really bad,” you explained, “like eating too much candy, or staying awake beyond your hours. Now get dressed and back to class, you shouldn’t miss another period.”
Your answer seemed to satisfy the dark-haired kid, who changed his line of questioning to a more practical issue, “but he peed in my butt, if feel gross there!”
“Consider it part of your punishment,” you insisted. By now your balls were starting to ache at being ignored for so long, “now get dressed and go to class.”
The boys were quick to put on their trousers and pants back, still stealing glances at each other. You had read somewhere that it was normal for young boys and girls to explore and experiment what adults would consider sexual interactions of the same sex, but that it didn’t bear any weight in their latter sexual preferences. Still, you wondered if what you’ve forced them to do here would propel them in that direction, as your has threatened it would.
You shook your head, worrying over that was way beyond the scope of your job description. If anything, you should be happy to have less competition for the wombs of their classmates.