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“Wouldn’t it be a shame if someone walked in right about now, Sensei?” Hagakure whispered in Aizawa’s ear.
“What would the principal say if he saw you begging pathetically like the whore you are?” Mina smiled, a fire dancing behind her eyes as she stood in front of him and took in the sight of her mentor and teacher bent over the table as Hagakure’s hands roamed his clothed body.
Aizawa’s face was tilted up to her, his eyes darting a little in panic towards the door. Students bustled outside the door, heading to their classes and going about their day, none of them aware of the compromising position they would find a Pro Hero in if they just happened to peek inside the abandoned classroom. Unbeknownst to him, the girls had had the foresight to lock the door before beginning their… ‘mission’.
“Look at me,” Mina demanded. She gripped his long hair tightly and yanked it back so his eyes looked directly into hers. Looming over him like an unearthly being, she tugged roughly again and his mouth dropped open as he moaned, eyes stinging. She smirked at him when his mouth opened wider as he panted in anticipation for the next jolt of pain.
Mina stared him down as he struggled to regain his composure and just as his breathing was beginning to slow, she slipped her thumb inside his warm, wet lips and spat directly onto his tongue. She pinched his nose shut and covered his mouth with his palm, forcing him to swallow her saliva as he lurched to get away from her and be able to breathe.
He forgot, however, that right behind him was Hagakure who was diligently undoing his belt and just as he jerked away from Mina, the last button came undone and his pants dropped unceremoniously onto his feet, exposing his bare ass to his student. “Oh my, how scandalous! No underwear, not even a pretty pair of panties, Sensei? Now what would the class say if they found out their well-respected, dignified teacher walked around without underwear? What would they say if they knew that every time you comforted them, there was just a single layer of clothes separating your dick from them?” Hagakure placed her palms on his hairy, muscled ass and rubbed his cheeks in circular motions before swinging her hand back and smacking his right buttcheek with a bruising force.
“Ah- hah ah!” he jolted up again and whimpered in pain. His face was becoming flushed as he breathed heavily and he was struggling to keep his eyes open.
Mina giggled, “Sensei, I bet you were just waiting for someone to pull your pants down and see your cute, slutty bum.”
“No, no-hah!,” he cried out as a second smack landed on his ass, this time a little closer to the crack.
“What’s that Sensei, didn’t quite catch that!” Hagakure laughed. She began furiously raining down slaps as he jerked and whined and writhed on the table, not letting him talk. His ass stung with each spank and he struggled to get away from the pain yet arch back into the pleasure. It left his round ass cheeks flamed and stained a pretty red and every time he was hit, his cock would grind down into the table he was bent over.
“No! I just like how it feels!” He tried to protest and tugged on his capture weapon that was being used to restrain his wrists behind his back. He couldn’t believe two of his students got the best of him while he was asleep and he awoke in this position. His own weapon was being used to restrain him. He hadn’t considered himself to ever be in this position when he had been designing it.
“You know what I think, Sensei?,” Mina yanked on his hair again, making him gasp, still reeling from Hagakure’s spanking, “I think you’re just lying to hide the fact that you want this. You want to be put in your place by your students, because that’s the kind of bitch you are. And just for lying, I think you deserve to be punished .” She grinned at him, slowly stroking his face with her free hand. His cheeks were flushed, lips glossy from spit and his eyes were welling up with tears.
And without any warning, she smacked him across the face with an open palm and he shouted in pain, breaking the dam of tears as they flowed freely down the bright red handprint on his face.
“Oh you look so pretty, Sensei! What do you think, Tooru, should he be punished for lying to us?” She couldn’t see Hagakure’s face but she could very well imagine her smug expression.
“Ooh yes, he’s been such a bad boy, I want to break him,” as she spoke, invisible hands spread Aizawa’s legs apart, exposing his hairy balls to her.
Hagakure ran the tip of her index finger through his crack slowly, parting the cheeks and watching them jiggle. Her finger grazed the hair between the crack and she ghosted the tip over his warm hole, just barely dipping it in for him to feel and lightly buck into. She slapped his ass in punishment, making her finger sink further in as he moaned loudly, before she removed it and proceeded lower.
As she reached his taint, covered in sparse hairs, she pointed her fingers so only her nails touched his skin. With two fingers, she gently dragged her nails down the sensitive taint, scratching with a sharp, feather-light graze. She and Mina watched as a full body shudder ran through him, trying to push back into the feeling. And just as he was tensing up to arch into her fingers, she clawed her hand and dug her fingernails into his taint, two nails digging into his balls roughly.
They watched with carnal fascination as their Sensei screamed and writhed on the table, his body flushed red and sobs pouring out of his mouth. “Please, please- st-HAH!” he yelled out as she dug further and slightly twisted her wrist.
~*~
His nerves felt like they were on fire and he could hardly breathe. The pain rushing through his body coupled with the pleasure firing his senses made him want to pass out, and God, it was the best thing his body had ever experienced. He couldn’t believe it was two teenagers that were making his composure fall apart but no one had ever been so rough with him, no one had ever taken control away from him. He knew the girls were probably only being so rough with him because they were enamoured with his reactions but holy shit did it feel good to be hurt.
“Stop,” he whined out, in a futile attempt to make it seem like he wanted back control but he knew the girls saw right through him.
“I don’t think so, Sensei, not yet,” he felt the fingers withdraw the nails and gently run the fingertips across the deep indents on his taint. He shuddered again, hair falling over his closed eyes.
He felt a presence near his ear. “Your punishment isn’t over yet, Sensei!” Mina whispered close by, her warm breath hitting the scruff on his face.
Smack!
He screamed in pain and he felt his feet leave the floor as he flung his legs back, forcing his face into Mina’s neck. An open palm slapped his sore taint, his skin stinging and smarting. He sobbed and wailed as Hagakure slapped again, and again and again until he lost count. She watched as his cock had little beads of pre-cum spilling out but she refused to touch it. He could only slide down and press the side of his face into the table, tears and drool forming a puddle around his cheek. His body was jerking around on the surface with each hit and he thought he was about to pass out. His cock hurt, his balls ached and he desperately needed something inside his ass to fill him up.
Suddenly, it stopped. “And that’s 10!” Hagakure announced. He looked up, dazedly, meeting Mina’s eyes as she stared at him in awe. Mina gently gripped his cheeks and pressed her soft plush lips to his slick ones. He moaned into her mouth as Hagakure brushed her fingers over the smarting area to soothe it. Mina ran her hands through his hair and shifted his face lower so he was at eye level with her unclothed chest. He had been too distracted to see her remover shirt but as she stood in front of him in only her skirt, her large boobs almost grazing his nose, he couldn’t help but dart his tongue out and taste her nipple.
Mina thrust his face into her chest so his nose and mouth were buried in between her massive tits and the only thing he could breathe in was the smell of her musky scent. He’d die happy if this was how he went, suffocated between his student’s chest. All the sounds around him were drowned out by the breasts pressing over his ears as he struggled to breathe. He could vaguely make out the girls saying something.
“You know, Sensei, this could all have been avoided if you had just given us a higher grade when we asked so nicely for it. We’ve worked so hard this year and I can’t have your grade holding me back from going to the next year. I will not repeat a year. To be honest, sir, I think it’s in your best interest to want us gone,” she pulled his face out from between her chest and he gasped for air. She said, “who knows what we might do to you for a whole year more,” smirking at him and pushing a lock of his hair behind his ear before shoving him back.
“Oh but he’s been so good today, Mina, I think his punishment is over. A little positive reinforcements should be just what he needs to agree to our needs,” he could hear the smile in her words.
“I agree, the pretty little slut needs something to occupy his holes if we want him to get anything done,” Mina said, burrowing her hand further in his hair and holding him in place. Before he could protest or move back, he felt cold air hit his taint as Hagakure breathed on it. His cry of surprise was muffled in between Mina’s ample chest.
Hagakure let his cock drip some more pre-cum onto the classroom floor before parting his cheeks with her hands and dragging her tongue from taint to asshole. The little hairs tickled her cheeks and tongue and she inhaled deeply to get as much of his sweaty, musky smell.
Mina had migrated Aizawas’s face over to her nipple and he was now suckling on it furiously, letting out loud moans around it. She was so soft and plush against his face, a whiplash from the treatment he was undergoing. Hagakure dipped her tongue inside his hole, swirling it around the rim. His body twitched and tried to push back into her face. Without any warning, Hagakure thrust her tongue into his hole and rapidly fucked him as he bucked and wailed. She changed her pace every few seconds, never letting him relax.
“Sensei, you’re too loud,” Mina groaned and shoved his open mouth over her other nipple. She pushed him further and further into her breast until he couldn’t breathe and his face was turning red. When she thought he might pass out, she finally released him and he gasped for air, tears streaming down his face. He was still moaning at the feeling of Hagakure rimming him.
She traced a finger through his crack and plunged it into his hole, still slick with her spit. Aizawa keened, arching into the pleasure. A second finger approached and suddenly Hagakure thrust both in at once. She set a hard, punishing pace, watching in wonder as the pink walls of his hole gaped and closed around an invisible hand.
Aizawa had slipped down on Mina’s stomach in the midst of his pleasure and was all too close for comfort to her teeny pussy. She could feel slick running down her slit as her clit grew to life, bobbing underneath her skirt. Mina could feel Aizawa shudder and whine into the soft skin of her stomach and she moaned, rubbing her clit up against him.
Aizawa tensed up, startled by the appendage brushing him as it slowly unfurled and swayed under the fabric as if having a mind of its own. Distracted from the fingers fucking him, he watched as Mina’s long fingers grasped the edge of the skirt and, teasingly slow, lifted it up to reveal a thick, tentacle-like shaft. Ridges lined the length and an enticing pearl drop of pre-cum oozed from the slit as it waved back and forth in front of his face. Thick tufts of dark hair grew around the base of the tentacle, and peeking out underneath her clit was a glistening pink pussy, lightly fuzzed with dark, almost brown hair. Aizawa could smell the slick leaking out. His head was hazy with the fingers fucking his hole and the scent of her pussy engulfing his senses.
“You like it, Sensei? It seems to like you,” he could hear the mocking grin in Mina’s voice. “Why don’t you come a little closer, Sensei, I know you want to suck my clit like the pathetic little bitch you are,” She combed her fingers through his unruly dark hair, gathering a fistful in her hand.
Aizawa’s mouth watered. He needed a taste, whether it be Mina’s tentacle-clit or her soaked pussy. He stuck his tongue out and as if in a trance, followed the movements of the tentacle as it taunted him. What he didn’t expect was for Mina to groan loudly and thrust his mouth down over her clit, stuffing him full to the brim until he couldn’t breathe. His nose pressed into her pubic mound and the coarse hair tickled his nose. Every time he tried to breathe in through his mouth, he unconsciously sucked the tentacle further down his throat, almost gagging himself, eyes bulging and tearing up as Mina fucked into his mouth. She gripped his hair roughly and ground his face into her pussy, his chin collecting slick from her folds below as she humped into him.
The feeling of helplessness grew in his chest as he moaned in shame. He couldn’t even use his quirk to release himself from his confines since they weren’t even using their quirks. He was useless- a grown man overpowered by two teenagers, a man who spent his whole life training and working as a Hero to all and was caught unawares by his own students.
“Ah- aah, Sensei you’re taking me so well, fuck yes,” Hagakure heard Mina hiss as she dragged his mouth up and down her engorged clit.
Hagakure upped the ante and added her tongue to the mix of fingers pumping in and out of his puffy hole. She twisted her wrist experimentally, hitting Aizawa’s prostate, and was rewarded with a high keen and satisfying full-body shiver. She could see Mina losing control and riding his scruffy face, and she could only imagine how good it would feel to have his mouth finally quieted in her pussy. Hagakure slipped a hand under her skirt. She stroked two fingers down her slit, gathering the slick before massaging her clit.
“Tooru, I’m so close, I’m going to come soon,” Mina let out a high-pitched whine, gazing down at Aizawa’s debauched and filthy face. He looked barely conscious as both girls had their way with him.
Aizawa could feel the pressure building in his stomach and he knew he wouldn’t last either. And then Mina was suddenly fucking his face faster than ever and Hagakure had four fingers and a long tongue servicing his asshole when she struck his prostate in quick succession and squeezed his balls. That’s all it took for his whole body to seize up as he came hard, tightening his mouth and asshole around the girls, spraying cum all over the school table and floors. His cry was muffled by Mina’s onslaught of acidic cum as she too let go and forced him to swallow her down. Behind him, he could hear Hagakure cumming as well, but the movements of her tongue and fingers hadn’t stopped yet.
He jerked around on the table as she continued thrusting at his prostate, uncaring of his groans and pleas. His nerves were on fire and he couldn’t control his muscle movements, spasming everytime she struck. His legs shook uncontrollably as he fought to keep his balance. He could feel his bladder start to strain though, and he tried to indicate to Hagakure to untie him.
“No, Sensei,” Hagakure giggled. “You deserve this, you’re such a good boy, we know you’ll listen to what we want, won’t you? This is your purpose, you’re a hero, right? Shouldn’t you be helping your students?”
The possible shame and overwhelming pleasure invading his orifices was all too much and his self-control faltered. Warm, wet piss ran down his inner thighs and calves and he closed his eyes in embarrassment. He could feel it puddling in his pants, soiling his socks and he burst into tears, hiccupping like a child.
“Sensei, are you- pissing yourself?” Hagakure sounded amazed and horrified simultaneously.
Aizawa wanted to bury himself in shame, he couldn’t believe he had pissed himself like a toddler in front of his students. The stream hadn’t yet stopped.
“Wait, what? He’s pissing himself? I want to see!” Mina hauled herself over the table to peer over the edge and watch the stream start to taper. “Wow, there’s so much,” she said in awe. She stuck a finger at his slit experimentally and he twitched in pleasure as he gushed more liquid.
“Please stop, I’ll give you what you want,” Aizawa hiccuped, trying to shift away. He doubted they would ever respect him again. His legs felt like jelly and he was about to collapse.
“That’s the spirit, Sensei! You were such a good boy today, listening to what we had to say and pleasing us too.” Mina gripped his hair and shoved his head back so his tear-stained face and red-rimmed eyes met hers. She pressed a hard kiss to his slick lips before letting go of him.
“Let’s keep it this way, shall we? No one’s going to believe a “respectable” Pro-Hero like yourself fell under two teenage girls’ hold now will they?” Hagakure mimicked Mina’s actions before she too abandoned him.
And then all of a sudden, it was quiet. No more foreign hands touching him, no more assault on his senses. He lay on the table in his own piss and cum, ass gaping wide for all to see. Aizawa’s nerves thrummed under his skin. He attempted to regain control of his heavy breathing and racing heart.