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Leon Scott Kennedy is currently 17 years and 6 months old. He finally got his driver's license just last year, but both his parents don't trust him behind the wheel yet. He's been a cheerleader since the 8th grade, and he enjoys it a lot in spite of only joining cuz he was pressured into it by his belligerent father. He's a straight A student as well, he helps tutor some of his friends after school and wants to work towards getting a scholarship for college; which would be helped if he was made head cheerleader for his senior football season. 

He also developed a habit of masturbating in the locker rooms when he thinks everyone has left practice. It's not really his fault, the testosterone he's just started a few months ago- his best friend Claire Redfield having helped him get- has increased his sex drive tenfold. His raging hormones are only made worse by his fantastical crush on Coach Krauser, leader of the high school's football team and cheer squad. 

He's apparently worked at the school for a decade so far, yet no one seems to know him very well. He’s a hardass that could intimidate even the toughest of students, putting them into line when no one else could. He coached his teams with tough love and a make it or break it attitude that has earned the respect of all of his students. Yet even he couldn't hide from the vicious rumor mill a small place like Raccoon City High had cultivated. Leon's heard them all of course; that Coach Krauser was dishonorably discharged from the army, that he has an ex-wife and a kid he’s not allowed to see anymore. And the biggest rumor of all: Coach Krauser, an already massive man built out of pure strength and muscle, had an equally massive cock .

He heard it from Claire's older brother Chris, the quarterback on the football team. Sometimes when Krauser joins them in practice he'll shower after the team is done, and Chris happened to walk in on him once after forgetting something in a locker, catching a glimpse of the largest dick he's ever seen. He even claimed he had to “accidentally” walk in again a couple weeks later just to make sure it was really as big as he’d seen it the first time. Claire just laughed, punching Chris on the shoulder and telling him he was a bad liar, but it got Leon’s thoughts running. Leon's over-sexed mind couldn't let him look Mr. Krauser in the eyes after that, not without thinking about the brief outline of his cock in his loose gray sweatpants. Was it really as big as Chris said…?

Either way, Leon was presently in the locker room showers, rubbing his clit as he groped at his own breast. He always waited until the rest of the guys from practice left before he showered. There's no way he could easily hide his H cup chest from a bunch of nosy teen boys. But Coach Krauser…. His huge muscular body could keep him separated from the other boys as they sloppily made out, their combined moans echoing off the tiles, making sure everyone in the locker room knew what was going on between them… Leon bit back a moan as he pinched his sensitive clit, hips involuntarily rocking forward.

His mind fantasized about what kind of lover Coach Krauser would be. He might be sweet, willing to take the time to open Leon up carefully and gently with his huge meaty fingers. 

Leon rubbed the opening to his vagina, but didn't penetrate- he was far too scared, never being able to quite build up the nerve to explore that part of himself yet. But he'd watched enough porn to know it was somehow enjoyable. He learned that the bigger the cock the better, and Coach Krauser had the biggest . 

He moved back to his clit, sticking his tongue out and imagining what it must be like to try and fit a cock like that into his mouth. Would it even fit at all? He was worried he might throw up- he's heard horror stories about that before. Leon shook his head, swatting away the distracting thoughts. 

Instead, he thought about how Coach Krauser's face might look while Leon's blowing him. Would he be stoic like he always is? Bark commands at him just like in practice? Maybe his eyes would be half lidded, pupils blown out as he panted. Leon let out a whimper, imagining he could feel Krauser's hands gripping his hips as he roughly fucked him back and forth on his cock, as if he was really there, saliva and sweat flying everywhere as Leon's eyes rolled back in his head.

He was so close. Almost there, almost… ! Something was missing, someone was missing.

He was snapped out of his lustful daze by a sudden noise behind him, making him squeak and whip around. 

To his horror, standing behind him, staring right at his tits, was Coach Krauser.

-

Part of Jack Krauser's job was giving the locker rooms a once over after all the kids left for the day. Make sure nothing was left behind, that everything was neat and in order, stuff like that.

He stretched his neck and shoulder as he unlatched the locker room door. Damn , his old military injury was acting up again. He sighed in discontent. He was getting old, approaching his 50s, and all he had to show for it was a job bossing around a bunch of snot nosed kids.

The door opened with a click as he strode in. Instead of being welcomed by the usual still silence of the empty locker room, he heard the steady stream of water coming from one of the adjoining shower stalls. Christ , did one of those stupid kids leave the shower running again? He was gonna have to make the whole team do extra drills as punishment tomorrow. 

But as he approached the stall he heard… something else. A heavy panting, just barely audible over the shower's spray. He sighed and rolled his eyes. Dumb teenage hormones at play, making kids stupider by the day.

He turned around to leave the kid to their business, planning to address protocol of appropriate shower usage with the team tomorrow as well, when he heard a soft voice whimper.

"C-coach Krauser…"

Did… did they know he was there? It would've been impossible for them to hear him approaching over the sound of the shower, which meant… Krauser's ears went slightly pink at the idea. He felt compelled to investigate himself, ignoring the shame creeping up in the back of his head.

He quietly approached, peeking around the corner of the shower wall to see what was going on. And boy did he get a sight. It was one of the cheerleaders. The teen's back was turned to Krauser, humping into his own hand as he continued to whimper and cry.

Krauser looked the boy up and down. His freckled sun-kissed skin was soaked with rivers of water flowing down his body. His plump ass stuck in the air as his fingers continued to play with his lips, his tits pressed against the tile, his mouth hung open as his eyes fluttered shut, lost in ecstasy. He was completely oblivious to being watched.

Krauser couldn't tear his eyes away. Normally, he’d never look at one of his students like this. As far as he was concerned they were all a bunch of snot nosed brats. But now… with this unfathomable delicacy offered up before him, he couldn't help but feel the overwhelming temptation to take a bite.

He cleared his throat, causing Leon- that was his name, right? - to squeak adorably and turn around in shock. Krauser didn't miss the way his large tits bounced at the sudden sway. Damn , how did his cheer uniform even contain those things?

Before Leon could make a move to cover himself, Krauser grabbed his wrist, gentle but firm.

"Sorry sweetheart, didn't mean to scare you." He stepped into the shower spray, letting it soak through his tight-fitted white tee shirt. His eyes raked over the teen's naked form, over the plush curves that were oh so devilishly tempting in this moment. He spotted the delicious clit sitting between his thighs, still red and swollen, absolutely begging for more attention.

His other hand fell on Leon’s waist, gripping around the tight curve, "I heard you call my name, is all this excitement just for me?"

-

Leon gaped as Krauser held his wrist, his face so hot from embarrassment he felt like he could die on the spot. The shame mixed with confusion as the older man stepped under the warm spray with him. Leon couldn't take his eyes away from Krauser's white tee shirt getting soaked through, his pecs and abs framed perfectly as the wet fabric clung to his skin. This– had to be a dream, right ? There's no way Coach Krauser is really here right in front of him… right ?

He was jerked back to reality as Mr. Krauser gripped his waist, sending shivers over his wet skin.

"I heard you call my name, is all this excitement just for me?"

Leon opened and closed his mouth a few times. His brain had shut down, not knowing what to do in a situation like this. He thought he was being quiet, was he really so loud that the teacher could hear him? Did he actually say his teacher’s name out loud? It was mortifying- could he really tell him? Could he really say–

Leon let out a surprised moan as Krauser's thumb dragged over his nipple.

This had to be a dream.

"No, I just–! Mr. Krauser I–," Leon squirmed, unable to move out of the older man’s grasp as he was backed against the tile wall. "I… I'm so sorry!!"

Leon couldn't help but start crying.

"I'm so sorry, I just– um. I'm sorry– please, sir, please don't expel me, I'll never do it again! I can't– I can't lose my chance for a scholarship, please! Please! I'll do anything!"

Leon's shoulders shook with each sob, his face burning as tears, water, and snot ran down his face. He was such an idiot! Of course Coach Krauser wasn't going to give him a chance after finding him in here acting like– like a common whore !

-

Krauser felt bad for scaring the kid so much. He pressed closer, boxing Leon's tiny frame against the wall with his large figure. The water was now soaking his hair, making loose strands fall in front of his face

He shushed his student softly, caressing his cheek with a calloused hand, wiping away tears mixed with water droplets, "I'm not gonna expel you, kid. You're one of the best cheerleaders on the entire team. Hell, good enough to be head cheerleader even."

That was only half the truth of why he wouldn't expel him. As much as he swore up and down he’d never dream of having romantic affairs with a student, he couldn't deny his gaze wandering to Leon every now and again. Watching the way his hair bounced when he performed the cheer routines, watching his skirt twirl, flaring out enough to show his entire ass if it weren't for the tight black spanx underneath.

The kid clearly wanted it as much as he did, right? Why else would the coach catch him saying his name in the shower? And now that the opportunity was here…

His thumb swiped under Leon's trembling lip, "I know you want me, nobody has to know but us."

Before Leon could answer, Krauser leaned in to catch his lips with his own. He felt hungry, insatiable. It took everything he could not to completely devour the kid right there.

-

Leon whimpered as Krauser boxed him in with his large arms, water spraying down on the both of them. The man's usually slicked back blonde hair was coming undone, strands falling across his face and dripping water.

He couldn't help but flinch when Krauser brought his hand up, only to realize once the elder man caressed his cheek that he wasn't about to be hurt or punished. 

"I'm not gonna expel you, kid. You're one of the best cheerleaders on the entire team. Hell, good enough to be head cheerleader even."

Leon stared blankly at the other man, blinking the water droplets from his lashes. Coach Krauser… wasn't going to hurt him? And he thought Leon was good enough to be head cheerleader ? He was sure he must've slipped and cracked his head on the tile. There was no way cranky, hard-ass Mr. Krauser was treating him so kindly.

Leon didn't realize his lips were trembling until the rough pad of Krauser’s thumb was swiping under them. 

"I know you want me, nobody has to know but us."

Did he hear that right? Coach Krauser was… interested in him? He wanted Leon ? He–?

Leon opened his mouth once more- about to finally reply- when all of a sudden his plush lips were covered with Krauser's own. 

It went quickly from there. Leon closed his eyes as he slowly melted into the kiss, putting all his focus on trying to keep up. Coach Krauser was too fast for him, licking his lips and forcing them open with his wide tongue. Krauser was a skillful adult who clearly knew his way around making out. Meanwhile Leon was just a mindless horny teenager, whose first and only kiss was when he and his friends were drunk at a party playing truth or dare. 

He felt overwhelmed, grabbing onto Krauser's shoulders for support- standing on his tiptoes. He desperately wrapped his arms around the elder's neck to pull him down, deepening their passionate kissing. He was panting into his coach’s mouth, losing oxygen but not wanting to pull away, so afraid of this whole situation being a dream he would wake up from at any second. 

He didn't want any of it to go to waste.

-

Krauser's tongue explored Leon's mouth with a practiced ease, the teenager under him helpless to do anything but submit. He tasted so… sweet . Innocent. Krauser chuckled in the back of his throat when he felt Leon's hands desperately grip his wet shirt for balance, pulling him closer. Hungry and greedy for more.

One of Krauser's large hands held a firm grip to Leon's waist, the other traversing his torso to map the soft curves and the plush mound of his breast. Even with Krauser's size, it was almost too huge to fit in one hand. Leon panted and gasped against his lips, keening into the touch. How cute. He pulled at the nipple just to watch the kid squirm, feeling intoxicated on the power he held over him. 

All at once he pulled away, their mouths separating with a wet pop. He gripped Leon's chin, watching the drool trickle from the corner of his mouth as he panted. Krauser smirked, turning the faucet to stop the stream of warm water, leaving Leon damp and shivering.

"Dry off. Meet me in my office in ten minutes."

He peeled his wet shirt off as he stepped out of the shower stall, making a point of giving Leon a view of his built and sturdy torso as he did so.

A promise of what's to come.

-

Leon felt goosebumps run through his body as Krauser's big hands wandered, groping at whatever they could find. The teenager couldn't stop a gasp from escaping when Krauser grabbed his breast. He leaned into the touch and whined into the elder's open mouth. His whine turned into a yelp of protest when Krauser took his perky bud in his fingers and tugged harshly. It hurt but… it made him feel tingly . A good sort of tingly. A feeling he knew he wanted more of.

He pressed deeper against Krauser, wanting to be close, until suddenly the coach's lips pulled away with a lewd pop. Leon's mind was racing as Krauser gripped his chin. He was still anxious that this was all some sort of cruel joke, but even his dazed mind could recognize the adoration in Krauser's light blue eyes.

The coach turned the shower off, making Leon remember that they weren't just off in dreamland, he was still in the school's locker room. Still in reality; naked, wet, horny, and shivering. His perky teats stood out in the cold and tingled when Leon folded his arms over them.

"Dry off. Meet me in my office in ten minutes."

Leon nodded dumbly as Krauser peeled off his wet t-shirt, his muscles shifting and bulging under his slightly tanned skin. Leon really couldn't wait to get his hands on him.

After his coach left the locker room, he grabbed his towel hung over the shower divider and dried himself off. He was embarrassed at how hard it was to wipe away all the slick that dripped down his legs while they kissed. He was convinced he was a pervert for sure, getting so aroused just by making out with someone. He always joked with Claire about how desperate he was, but he didn’t think it was this bad.

He wrapped the towel around himself as he walked towards his locker, finding his black and purple cheer uniform folded inside. He considered for a moment just not bothering with clothes, before he realized he couldn’t exactly walk to the coach’s office butt naked. He sighed, pulling out the uniform and tugging the top over his head. He didn't bother with any underwear, opting instead to be a bit more… accessible. 

He looked himself over in the mirror, checking that everything sat right. His top showed quite a lot of cleavage when he wasn’t wearing his sports bra, the cropped cut showing a peek of his midriff as well, paired with a short pleated skirt that very barely covered him. If he was going to dress up for Coach Krauser then… maybe some mascara and a little lip gloss wouldn’t hurt…? He didn't know if he'd have another chance at something like this with Mr. Krauser, he wanted to give it his all.

Once he got all prettied up with a cat eye look and some pink gloss, he approached the coach’s office door. He gave it a gentle knock, the anxiety rising in his gut as he waited.

-

"Enter" was all he said towards the door. He watched as Leon's meek figure slipped in through the gap, where he found Coach Krauser leaning back in his desk chair, still shirtless. 

Krauser's eyes raked over Leon's body, taking in the way his uniform shaped and flared around his seductive curves. He noted that the little minx even put on some makeup while he got changed. He smirked to himself, he had the sweet little thing right where he wanted.

"Sit down, Kennedy." Was all he instructed. Leon went to sit on the other side of the desk, only to be interrupted, "Not there." He slid his hands up and down his wide, muscular thigh, "I have a seat for you right here."

A part of him couldn't believe the cheerleader actually did as he was told, slinking behind the desk and tentatively sliding onto his lap. The kid really would do anything Krauser said, and that realization was… intoxicating .

His firm hands gripped Leon's hips, slotting the teen into place while his wide fingers curved around the shape of his lovely supple ass. Through what little fabric was covering him, he noticed that Leon wasn't wearing anything underneath. No underwear or spanx, nothing. He smirked at the way Leon's breath hitched, keen to take this as far as the kid would let it.

After all, he wouldn't be obeying so easily if he didn't want it just as much.

-

"Enter."

Leon opened the door shyly, and slid in, gently closing it behind him with a click. He'd never gotten the chance to get a good look inside the Coach's office before. It's as impersonal as he suspected. No family photos or anything like that, just a stack of paperwork standing in a neat column on his wooden desk, a ratty old loveseat against the back wall, and a single plant sitting on the window sill that looked like it hadn't been watered in a while. 

But he was ignoring the big picture altogether. He was alone in Mr. Krauser's office with said man. Who, notably, never put his shirt back on. He was leaning back in his chair, his toned muscles on full display for Leon's eyes only.

"Sit down, Kennedy."

The teen blinked out of his thoughts and went to sit in the chair in front of the desk.

"Not there."

Leon paused, giving a confused look to Krauser, who was sliding his hands up and down his robust thighs.

"I have a seat for you right here."

Leon gulped, his earlier flush returning to his face. He might be a dumb virgin but… he knew the implications of sitting on a man’s lap. He’d never dream of accepting an invitation to sit on another man's lap so brazenly like this but… this was Coach Krauser . The man he's had a fantastical crush on for a year or so now. Who he masturbated to every night for the last five months, just hoping for a chance to be as desired by Krauser as he desired him. And here he was, in front of the man himself, who was offering up a chance to get closer to him… to his…

Leon slinked around the desk, his hips sliding against the wood. He got a good look at the deep V of the coach’s abdomen peeking out from behind his track pants. If his large blocky hands and feet were any indication- and the rumors from Chris were true- then just below that V line…

He awkwardly sat himself down, placing his legs on either side of his lap and sliding them under the armrests. His thighs shook as he tried to hold himself steady, scared that perhaps he might weigh too much or–

He let out a quiet squeak as Krauser's hands grabbed his waist and slotted him against his torso, full weight on his lap. His bare clit rubbed up against something hard beneath Krauser's pants, forcing him to bite back a pitiful whine. That effort was futile when the man boldly grabbed his ass. It felt… really good. Really really good. He suddenly wanted more. So much more.

Leon couldn't stop himself from moving his hips, grinding onto Krauser's lap and against his… well– his penis . He was really doing this, he was really about to have sex with Coach Krauser. He didn't want to wait any longer, he didn't want to be teased again, he wanted everything now .

"Mr. Krauser…. Please… touch me. I want it so bad, I can't stand it anymore," Leon whimpered, using his best puppy dog eyes as he leaned in for a kiss, leaving sticky gloss on the side of Krauser's mouth.

-

Krauser gripped his chin, catching his lips in a proper kiss, creating a perfect seal. He could taste the bubblegum flavor of his lip gloss, could smell Leon's exposed sex as it rutted against his hardened length, already leaving a wet stain on the front of his sweatpants.

Krauser shushed Leon’s whines softly, "Easy now kitten, I'll make sure to take care of you."

His fingers slipped under Leon's skirt, gliding along a wash of silky soft bare skin. He traced his middle finger from the cleft of his ass, slowly down until he found the pink entrance of his vagina. Leon exhaled against his mouth with a high pitched sigh, his blue eyes hazy with want.

Krauser met his gaze with his own, lidded and heavy. The rough pad of his finger just barely teased his opening "You didn't get to finish in the shower, did you?"

-

Leon squirmed and whined, writhing his hips as the kiss deepened. He wanted to be closer, closer than close. He wanted to hold onto his teacher forever and ever, never wanting this moment to end.

Krauser's voice rang lowly in his ear.

"Easy now kitten, I'll make sure to take care of you."

The nickname made his whole body shiver. It was so… he was so…

Leon let out a high pitched sigh as Krauser's meaty finger found his entrance. He opened his eyes, heavy-lidded and pupils blown out, staring at Krauser's own seductive gaze. A choked moan escaped as a calloused finger teased his hole, just barely pressing in. He was so afraid of inserting something in him before, but now… Leon never wanted something inside of his cunt so badly. 

"You didn't get to finish in the shower, did you?" Krauser asked.

"N– No, sir," Leon shook his head, face flushing. "I was close but then you interrupted so…"

Leon wriggled his hips, moving himself down onto Krauser's large finger, feeling the stretch already just from the very tip.

"But, you can help me, right? I've– I've never done this with anyone," Leon said breathlessly, not waiting for an answer as he slid down to the first knuckle.

"I want…” He panted, “I want you , Mr. Krauser. I've wanted you for so long, please . Please make me feel good."

-

Krauser couldn't even believe his ears. He barely did a thing and the kid was practically fucking himself on his finger, begging like his life depended on it. Either the kid was just stroking his ego, or he was out of his mind to be lusting after an old dog like him. 

Whatever it was, it didn't matter, he silently thanked whatever deity or karma or stroke of luck or whatever the hell it was that brought this absolute gift to his lap.

His free hand gripped Leon's hip, forcing him to hold still. He ignored the soft whine of protest, wanting to do this properly. He could feel his hole twitching around the first knuckle, silently begging, trying to coax him in further.

He watched Leon's face carefully as he slowly, painfully slowly, slid his finger further in. He saw the way the kid's expression changed and shifted with each inch pressed inside. Krauser's hips twitched, rubbing his cock against Leon's swollen clit.

"You're so tight , princess." He growled, seating his finger all the way to the bottom knuckle, "You really haven't done this with anyone before?"

He didn't need to ask, Leon's blissed out expression said everything. Seeing someone look like this, so inexperienced yet eager. It was the hottest thing Krauser had ever seen in his life.

He rocked his hand, pushing his finger in and out slowly. "That's it, I got you, keep making those pretty faces for me."

-

Krauser's firm grip forced Leon to stop gyrating, making him whine in protest. He wanted all of it already! He was so wet, he was sure he could fit anything inside of him. His pretty pink insides fluttered around Krauser's finger, begging for more as it tried to pull him inside.

And his wish seemed to be granted as Coach Krauser began to slowly push his thick finger in, so slow Leon barely understood what was going on until almost the second knuckle was in and he had reached a curve, bumping up into his bladder. Leon couldn't help but jerk his hips from the odd sensation, feeling like he had to pee all of a sudden, yet Krauser's other hand held him in place. He couldn't help himself as his face turned slack, drooling and heavy eyed at the simple intrusion.

He threw his head back in a moan when Krauser's own hips twitched, causing his– thing to rub up against Leon's clit. The soft material of the Coach's sweatpants that otherwise wouldn't bother him seemed to scrape against Leon's sensitive nub.

"You're so tight , princess," Krauser growled as he sunk his finger all the way in. 

Leon felt so stretched out already on just a finger alone. He knew that they had a pretty big size difference but…  Coach Krauser really was a gigantic guy. Could he really handle him? Leon wasn't sure, but he knew that he wanted more .

"You really haven't done this with anyone before?"

Leon couldn't respond, panting and whimpering. He could only manage to shake his head dumbly. He felt like he was going to cum already, his walls hugging tight onto Krauser's finger. He couldn't stop thinking about being able to take Krauser's– his actual… cock .

Krauser moved his hand, pushing the finger in and out slowly. Leon clung onto his shoulders, digging his bitten nails into bare skin. It was a bit painful even despite how wet he was. But he held on, panting as he dumbly stared at his coach. He still wasn't sure if this was real or not, but he wanted to memorize his face either way.

"That's it, I got you, keep making those pretty faces for me."

Huh..? Leon was making faces? He wasn't even aware of it.

He whimpered and hid his face in the crook of Krauser's neck, embarrassed but still mewling and moaning helplessly as the teacher's finger slowly sped up. So good… So so good… He wanted to stay in this moment forever. Hiding in the embrace of someone he loved while they took control, and all he had to do was sit back and enjoy the pleasure.

 Leon yelped and grit his teeth when Krauser gripped his hair, yanking his head back. He was sure he looked like a lost puppy, eyebrows tilted up while his eyes were lidded and glassy. The tugging on his roots hurt but.. the tingling from before was back, making him mewl as he was held there. Leon couldn't help but start crying again, overwhelmed and embarrassed and just– needing more! Krauser knew just how much he was aching for it, so why can't he just do it already?!

-

Not satisfied with Leon hiding his face away, the coach gripped his hair and pulled it back with a harsh yank. The way the boy yelped and looked at him with those innocent puppy dog eyes made Krauser’s dick twitch.

“Hey now, I told you to show me that pretty face of yours.” He mumbled, his voice soft but with a dangerous edge.

He saw the first tears start to roll down Leon’s soft cheeks, dragging faded streaks of mascara through it. It made something stir deep inside the man. That did it, he wanted nothing more than to see this poor kid completely broken. And he wanted to be the one to break him.

Not nearly as gently or slowly as the first, he pushed a second finger in, undeterred by the resistance when it was coaxed along by the satisfying glide of Leon’s juices. Nor was he deterred by the way Leon cried out at the stretch. He’d have to get used to it if he wanted to be Krauser’s little sex kitten.

“We’ll need to get you properly ready if you wanna be able to take me.” He growled, the brutal pace of his fingers contrasting with his lips softly caressing Leon’s mascara stained cheeks.

He reveled in the way the cheerleader’s voice sang, the way his nimble fingers grasped at his shoulders, his hair, anything to find purchase. His plush thighs squeezed around his lap, bouncing his hips up and down as if he were possessed. 

Krauser’s thick fingers reached in deep, pressing all the way in 'til he felt his cervix. His fingers pumped in and out at a brutal pace, finding the rhythm. All the while, he thought about how much he wanted to pound his cock against that cervix. How much he wanted to bruise it, ram the head into it until the little slut was crying and couldn’t take it any more.

-

“Hey now, I told you to show me that pretty face of yours.” Krauser mumbled softly.

Leon whimpered, sniffling as his clit twitched at the dangerous edge the elder's voice held.

It only took a few seconds until it was revealed how much Krauser was holding back. He quickly pushed in a second thick finger alongside the first. Leon couldn't stop the cry from leaving his throat as he began to feel more overwhelmed. Krauser didn't go slow at all, jamming it up inside his cunt, pushing past his tight resisting walls only to repeat the motion again and again. Leon felt like his delicate opening was going to tear from the harsh treatment. He could smell his own arousal and hear the squish of his hole as Krauser went faster and faster. His body was screaming at him to get away but his mind–! 

“We’ll need to get you properly ready if you wanna be able to take me.” Krauser growled.

His brutal pace with his fingers contrasted with his lips softly caressing Leon’s mascara stained cheeks. It was such a sudden turn around, Leon was almost frightened. But it didn't matter, not when he was losing it. 

He didn't feel in control of his own body. His hips were bouncing on Krauser's lap, following those harsh fingers. His hands couldn't find a place to hold on, going from digging into Krauser's shoulders to running through the blonde's hair to resting on his own bouncing chest. He could even feel his vocal cords produce sound, but he couldn't hear any of it. He couldn't hear anything besides the rushing of blood in his head.

It wasn't until Krauser's fingers hit something deep inside of him did it all freeze in his mind. It hurt. It really hurt. He almost begged his coach to stop, say that he didn't want this but– he kept pushing whatever it was, poking and prodding. It made his stomach cramp, yet made his clit throb too. He shook his head, sobbing.

"Please, Mr.Krauser, it hurts. It hurts so much–"

Leon was cut short as a third finger popped in forcefully, making him scream. It dragged along his insides, pushing through his cramping pussy. He was so full, and Krauser's fingers were so deep inside of him.

"Sir… full… I'm so full, please–"

Leon let out a pitiful sob as the teacher seemed to ignore him, using his other hand to pull at the collar to Leon's uniform until his tits bounced out, stretching the fabric. Leon shook in his grasp, overheated and overwhelmed. He was starting to feel like a toy.

-

The student’s cries didn’t deter him as much as it should have. No, instead it just spurred him further

He kept pushing harder, kept stretching him wider as he cried, “Sir… full… I’m so full, please–” He didn’t care, he wanted to abuse this pretty hole for as long as he could.

His free hand pressed to Leon’s lower back, pressing him into his teacher’s hips and causing his leaking pussy to press against him. He thrust his hips in a rhythm, rubbing his rock hard cock right against Leon’s throbbing clit. The change in Leon was immediate, his face twisting as he cried from the overwhelming pleasure.

The image created was absolutely obscene. Krauser’s rough fingering, and even rougher thrusting, making Leon’s whole body bounce up and down, his large tits shaking in front of his teacher’s face. Krauser couldn’t resist the temptation. He pulled the top down, taking one of his puffed up nipples into his mouth and sucking, while his fingers tweaked and pulled at the other. He could feel Leon’s cunt twitching around him, feel it beg for him. The kid was completely shameless in his loud cries. He could tell the boy was about to cum, and he wanted to see it happen. Wanted to make it happen and then keep pushing him for more.

His mouth popped off Leon’s breast. “That’s it, kitten, you’re doing so good for me. You wanna cum, don’t you? Go ahead, show me how hard you can cum.”

-

A familiar heat was building inside of Leon's gut. Being forced to take the stretch, the battering of his insides, being rutted up against. It felt like one of his long awaited wet dreams. He knew if this was a dream and he woke up, his sheets would be absolutely ruined and he'd have to rut on his body pillow until he got it all out.

But the scene before him now, Krauser's stern face turned sensual, mouth slightly open as he panted, sweat dripping down… he could never recreate this image in his head.

Leon cried as Krauser took his puffy nipple into his mouth and sucked , his other nipple getting brutally pulled on. It always felt good when he played with his own nipples, but knowing it was Coach Krauser who was doing this, who was latched onto his tit, who was finger fucking him as rough as he possibly could to the point his muscular arm was shaking with the effort–

Krauser's mouth made a loud pop as he pulled away from Leon’s nipple.

“That’s it, kitten, you’re doing so good for me. You wanna cum, don’t you?"

Leon nodded, squeezing his eyes tight, his thighs spasming.

"Go ahead, show me how hard you can cum.”

Leon's body snapped like a rubber band at the command. Wet cyprine ran down his thighs and drenched Krauser’s lap. His whole body was seizing, making him arch his back so far that Krauser had to grab him before he fell off. His eyes rolled back in his head as his tongue hung out, drooling all over his tits. He wanted to get away from the stimulation, he wanted more of it. His wires were crossed, pleasure was painful yet pain felt so breathtakingly amazing.

If this is what sex was like, he wanted to do it all the time. He wanted to have sex more. He wanted to have sex with Coach Krauser. He wanted to feel his teacher's enormous cock inside of his abused cunt, have it ruin him for anyone else.

-

This kid was unreal, he’d never seen anyone put on such a show when they came. He watched as the drool ran down Leon’s chin, dripping in long strands and pooling onto his exposed tits. The image of him completely fucked out might just have been the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life. He didn’t care about how much his arm was cramping from the strain, this was worth it. He was just thankful no one else was in the building at this hour besides the janitor, or else the whole school would have heard his scandalous cries.

He nuzzled into Leon’s cheek tenderly, coaxing him into a series of kisses. Leon’s lips met his lazily as he came down from his high, only barely registering what was happening. Krauser wanted so badly to know how that wet mouth would feel on his dick, but no. He had something better. He picked Leon up in his strong arms, as if he weighed nothing, and laid him back on the sparse desk. Hooking his thumb in the waistband, he pulled his sweatpants down just enough to have his engorged cock bounce free, giving Leon a view of it for the first time.

-

Leon's brain was fuzzy, filled with cotton, unable to fully register his surroundings. He felt more relaxed than he'd ever been in his life, warm and comfortable and safe . Someone was pressing their lips against his, and he pressed back, feeling as though he was moving through water. He felt himself become weightless for a moment, until suddenly his back was met with cold, hard wood. It helped ground him out of his stupor. He saw the familiar school building ceiling tiles and remembered where he was.

Coach Krauser's office.

 He was.. about to have sex with Coach Krauser.

Leon looked down, watching as the elder dragged down his waistband just enough for his engorged cock to spring out.

Leon could've cum again just from the sight.

Chris really wasn't lying, it was enormous . A full 10 inches and as thick around as Krauser's wrist. Leon didn't know how it was going to fit, but god did he want it to. He wanted all of it. He wanted it to hit as deep inside as Krauser's fingers had- even deeper.

"Coach Krauser, sir… please, fuck me."

-

Strong hands pushed Leon's thighs apart, giving Krauser a proper view of the cheerleader's pretty virgin hole. Quivering and twitching around nothing, hungry for a man's cock to fill it. His dick twitched in return, strings of precum dripping from the slit and falling onto his desk.

Leon whimpered pitifully, his eyes on Krauser's cock as he begged, "Coach Krauser, sir… please, fuck me."

Krauser smirked. Hasn't even been fucked properly yet and is already turned into such a cock hungry little slut. His large form towered over Leon. He looked up and down Leon's quivering, exposed form, the lust completely overtaking his pretty face. He compared it to the image of the sweet innocent teenager he knew just earlier this afternoon.

Quite honestly, he would have fucked the little cheerleader even if he'd begged him to stop. After seeing the way he came from just his fingers, his entire body lost in ecstasy… even if the kid denied it, he knew how much Leon's body wanted it. Wanted to know what a real man's cock felt like.

He chuckled, and reached over to one of the drawers in his desk, pulling out a spare condom. One of the leftovers from when he had to teach the little snot nosed brats Sex Ed. He slowly rolled it over his flared head, stretching it carefully down the long shaft until he hit the base.

He watched Leon's eyes on him the whole time, watched as he panted, his teeth lightly biting on one of his knuckles, his pink glossed lips glistening and pouty. Krauser needed to make the kid his, needed to claim him, show him how a real man fucks, make sure he'll never be the same and always be hungry for more of his cock and his cock alone.

He lined up the blunt head with Leon's entrance, "Just relax, sweetheart. Breathe through it and you'll feel real good."

With a weak nod in response, he pushed in. Even getting just the head through was a challenge, but he wasn't about to be deterred. He continued to push steadily, one hand guiding him at the base while the other gripped Leon's thigh. The kid's panting picked up, his eyes squeezed shut as if he were trying to concentrate. So cute.

After a minute of steady coaxing and pushing, all at once Leon's entrance gave, slipping Krauser's whole head in. With it came an audible pop, and Krauser knew. He'd broken his hymen. Taken his virginity, made it his. This sweet little thing belonged to him now, and he wanted to make sure to never let him go.

He kept going, inching his cock deeper, feeling the walls strain and stretch and flutter around him. This was heaven.

-

Leon watched silently as Krauser expertly rolled a condom down his length, the rubber tight against his skin. He remembered seeing Coach Krauser do the same thing in Sex Ed to a banana last school year… funny how the condom seemed too big for the piece of fruit back then. He held his hand up to his mouth, teething at one of his knuckles, trying to keep his mouth busy before he made any more embarrassing pleas.

Leon's thighs twitched as Krauser's blunt head was lined up with his opening.

"Just relax, sweetheart. Breathe through it and you'll feel real good."

Leon nodded, inhaling sharply as Mr. Krauser began to push inside. Relax. He had to relax . He could relax his thighs, one being held by Krauser, but he couldn't relax his cunt. He started panting with the effort, knocking his head back on the desk and clenching his eyes shut. He was too nervous. Yet eventually, with enough gentle coaxing, praise, and soft rubbing of his thigh from his coach, the large head managed to pop in.

Leon gasped at the twinge of pain as he felt something inside of pussy tear. It was his… hymen, right? The sign that Leon was no longer some virgin, that he could be one of the popular people who had their cherries popped. He used to be so scared- so nervous of having a cock inside- but as Mr. Krauser kept steadily pushing his way in, Leon couldn't dream of ever being empty again.

Krauser's fingers had been thick, but there had still been some give with the way they had curled and twisted. But his cock? It felt rock solid, a heavy weight forcing its way inside of his fluttering pussy. It felt so huge, like he was being stretched to his limit. Leon looked down at where they connected and he almost came again just from the sight.

There was… there was a bump moving right where… where Krauser's cock had to be inside of him.

He put his head back down, staring at the ceiling once more, brows knitted together. He couldn't watch, otherwise he was just going to cum again, and that would be too embarrassing. He knew the joke that teens never lasted long in bed, he didn't want to leave Mr. Krauser feeling dissatisfied. He braced himself, hands holding onto the edge of the desk. Carefully, he slid his hips down to meet Krauser, crying out as the head met his cervix. It hurt, but oh god he wanted it to. He wanted Coach Krauser to ruin him.

-

A trickle of blood dripped down from Leon's poor abused entrance, dripping onto the desk and coating the condom. Krauser knew some part of him should feel ashamed, guilty for taking advantage of someone so much younger than him. But that part of him wasn't there. Instead, there was just a primal, carnal lust. A need to claim .

The way Leon practically screamed when he hit the cervix made his heavy cock twitch inside him. Looking down, he saw that he still had a couple inches left to go before he was completely inside. That wouldn't do. He'd have to force Leon's body to accommodate him. It was the only way he'd be truly satisfied.

He kept rocking his hips back and forth, watching the way Leon's body bulged to accommodate his size. As if his body wanted his cock just as much.

He slung one of Leon's thighs over his shoulder, "That's it, sweetheart, you're doing perfect. I know you can fit all of me."

His head hit against Leon's cervix over and over again, pushing, battering, bruising. It didn't matter how much it made the cheerleader cry, he knew the little slut loved it. Loved the way his flared tip brushed against his g spot every time it hit his barrier.

He was a man bewitched. He wanted to make this perfect body his, which meant he needed to experience the treasure hidden behind that dam.

-

Leon could only hold on as his cunt was used, wailing with each hit to the sensitive muscle. He couldn't keep his voice down even if he had wanted to, knowing that if anyone was left near the gym they'd thought he was being murdered.

Krauser slung one of Leon's legs over his shoulder, "That's it, sweetheart, you're doing perfect. I know you can fit all of me."

Leon wasn't so sure, but Mr. Krauser was older, more experienced. H clearly knew what he was doing, Leon would just have to trust him.

Leon reached up and pulled his teacher down into a kiss, feeling the familiar stretch in his thigh that followed from doing the 'Bow and Arrow' stunt. He moaned and panted against Krauser's lips, cocooned by his large body, away from the world outside. The pounding on his insides, Krauser's abdomen pushing against his throbbing clit, Leon was sure his body was covered in a heated sheen of sweat. Their bodies were close, closer than Leon had ever been with anyone else. And it only took a few more vicious thrusts from Krauser before the back of his pussy gave way. 

Leon screeched, his vision whiting out from the pain. Yet his body could only register it as pleasure, forcing him to cum harder than before. Cyprine squirted all over Krauser's front, soaking his sweatpants, the desk, and the floor below. His mind was blank. Half broken sentences and nonsensical words bumbling out of his mouth as he shook, still mindlessly thrusting his hips back into Krauser's.

-

Their mouths met over and over again in a sloppy kiss, tongues hanging out of their mouths and catching each other, strings of spit and drool clinging between them. Their bodies rubbed and molded and stretched against each other, impossibly close. He could feel Leon's boobs pressed against him, squished under the weight of his heavy torso. The old coach felt like a horny teenager all over again, having this sweet young thing all to himself, completely at his disposal and loving every second of it.

It only took a few more expertly aimed thrusts before the barrier to the teenager's womb gave way all at once. The last remaining inches of his thick cock slid in with ease, claiming the remaining territory. Making this sweet young kid completely, wholly his.

His face hung above Leon's as he watched closely, seeing the way his expression changed as he let out the loudest cry yet. For a brief second he worried he pushed it too far, that he broke the poor thing, but the look Leon had on his face. Eyelids fluttering like hummingbird wings as he came harder than before, gushing all over his coach and the desk he laid on, babbling deliriously.

"Nn– ah– hhaaah, t-too muh, yes, yes, c-coa –aaah, f-full, too ful– aahn~"

The look of Leon's beautiful ruined form paired with the way his cunt flexed and quivered, fully accepting his cock, was almost enough to make the coach cum on the spot. But no, he had to hold back. He wouldn't be satisfied until he truly wrecked the kid. 

He pressed his thumb against the visible bulge made in Leon's tummy, feeling the delightful pressure against his head

"Look at you, kitten, doing so well for me. I knew you could do it with enough training."

He was almost a little disappointed he wore a condom. He wanted to empty his balls into the little thing, coat his insides and fill his womb. Mark him permanently.

But he wasn't stupid. He didn't wanna make the kid pregnant. At least… not yet .

After giving Leon only the briefest moment to recover, Krauser pulled out slowly, revelling in the slick noises of Leon's juices coating his dick, before slamming back in, groaning loud at the feeling of his entire cock being swallowed.

Still holding Leon's thigh, he set a quick and hard pace, not giving the poor kid any time to adjust for the ride, only caring about chasing his own high.

He pressed wet kisses to Leon's neck, nipping at his earlobe and growling, "That's it, your perfect body belongs to me now. Now you know what a real man feels like, know what it feels like to be properly fucked." He squeezed Leon's plush waist possessively, "You're not gonna want another cock, not when you can have this one any time you want. Isn't that right?"

-

Leon whimpered at the touch on his stomach, the skin felt tender and sore despite the pummeling coming from inside of him.

"Look at you, kitten, doing so well for me. I knew you could do it with enough training."

Leon hummed in response, his head lolling to the side. He could really go for a nap with how fuzzy and soft everything felt. The scent of sex permeated the room and only made Leon more drunk. He could barely concentrate, knew it was Krauser on top of him- inside of him, but everything else that wasn't the two of them melted away.

Leon gasped hoarsely as Krauser slammed back inside. The elder quickly finding his pace once more and continuing on with his harsh fucking. Leon's eyes rolled back along with his head, arching as best he could. Coach Krauser pressed sloppy kisses to his neck, nipped at his earlobe and growled hotly.

"That's it, your perfect body belongs to me now. Now you know what a real man feels like, know what it feels like to be properly fucked." Leon whined as Krauser squeezed his waist possessively, "You're not gonna want another cock, not when you can have this one any time you want. Isn't that right?"

Leon couldn't really register the words being spoken to him, but he could recognize "cock".

"Cohhck…. Gimme more of your cohck, pleashhhe…" Leon slurred, tongue heavy in his mouth.

He tried to rock back but Krauser held him firm. Leon blinked his eyes forward, seeing a hazy outline of the elder.

"Sirr… cock. Pleashhhee, use mee," Leon squirmed in Coach Krauser's grasp. "Fuhck me, use me as a– toy. Cock……… Coach Krauser's cohhck…."

-

Krauser hushed him softly, patting his head soothingly and pushing back his sweat-slicked bangs.

"That's it, that's my girl," he huffed, burying his nose into the crook of his neck and taking in a deep inhale of his scent. The sweet scent of his Clinique perfume mixed with the overpowering stench of sex.

He continued to thrust deep inside his student, filling him wholly and completely. He loved the way the rim of his head caught on the entrance to Leon's cervix every time it pumped in and out. Sweat dripped from his brow as he cooed in his student's ear, "You can have as much cock as you want, sweetheart, I'll keep you filled up. It feels right, doesn't it? Having your sweet little cunt fucked so thoroughly."

He didn't particularly mind that Leon seemed far too out of it, too sexed out to even hear what the coach was saying. In fact, it just stroked his ego more, knowing that the little slut wouldn't be the same after this, would always be hungry for his cock.

He felt his balls tightening, getting heavy and needing to release. He gripped both of Leon's thighs, slamming in as deep as he could go

"I'm gonna cum" he panted, "I'm gonna cum so fucking hard inside you."

-

Leon squirmed and writhed in the elder's hold, body shivering violently. He was lost, lost inside his own body, along for the ride but with no control. He could hear Krauser speak to him, but it was all jumbled. It scared him, truthfully, but the deep rumbling of his coach's voice soothed him like no other.

He was used wholly, his cunt and womb both reduced to nothing but warm holes for his teacher to stick his cock in. Although there was more to it, wasn't there…? Penises came too, they had semen– cum . It's why Mr. Krauser had put on a condom. Otherwise Leon would get pregnant.

But some part of Leon, deep deep down, really wanted to know what it would feel like to be cum inside of.

Leon yelped deliriously as Krauser gripped his thighs, slamming into him with more gusto, making the wooden desk creak beneath them.

"I'm gonna cum" Krauser panted, "I'm gonna cum so fucking hard inside you"

Leon squealed, digging his nails into the desk, creating deep groves. Mr. Krauser was gonna cum! He was gonna cum inside! Leon moaned and groaned with the harsh thrusting, feeling that knot in his stomach once more as he drooled all over himself.

"Cummm…. Cum inshide! Pleasheee, cum! Cum!! Fill me!! "

-

Panting raggedly like a wild animal, Krauser hunched over the teenager as he thrusted in a harsh unsteady rhythm. He grunted, or maybe it was more of a growl, as his cock twitched inside the velvety tight walls. He felt that cord in his gut snap, and all at once he came, emptying thick ropes of cum into the condom, sparing the kid from having his insides thoroughly coated.

Leon wailed beneath him, cumming himself for a third and final time just from the feeling of the condom inflating inside him. Krauser slowed his thrusts into a steady rocking, until he eventually came to a complete stop. Cum seeped from the end of the condom, plopping onto the floor next to his sneakers.

He caught his breath, pushing his hair out of his eyes with one hand, taking a moment to appreciate the completely ruined form beneath him, still seated on his cock.

-

Everything just kept building up, up, up. Leon's body tensed with each thrust, with each stab into the deepest part of his womb. Mr. Krauser was going feral, gritting his teeth and gripping the edge of his desk behind Leon's head for dear life as he fucked so violently the teen was sure to have bruises the next day. 

Soon enough, Leon heard Krauser growl close to his ear, and just as violent as his thrusts, his thick cum erupted inside of him.

Leon wailed as he came for the final time, the odd sensation of something warm expanding inside of him excited his delirious brain. His body shook, his eyes rolled back into his skull, muscles tensed in place. And with a thought of how he wished the condom hadn't been on in the first place, he blacked out.

-

Krauser stepped back, realizing the kid wasn't moving beyond his soft breathing. Shit , he couldn't believe the kid actually fucking passed out. He pushed too much, took too much. Now that the high of the hormones was fading, he felt a deep shame bubbling in his gut.

If he was smart he would have just left the cheerleader there, passed out in his office, but… he couldn't bring himself to do it. He couldn't do that to the poor kid. So instead he grabbed a bucket and some rags from the locker room, making cold eye contact with the janitor as they passed in the hall. Carefully maneuvering Leon, he cleaned off the sheen of sweat and slick that coated his skin before moving on to gently- or, well, his version of "gently"- cleaning off the smeared makeup from his soft, youthful face.

His eyes lingered, taking in the gentle features. His long eyelashes fanned over his cheeks, his plump pink lips slightly parted as gentle breaths escaped through them. He never really noticed before that the kid had little moles and freckles on his face. They were cute.

He threw the rag back into the bucket with a huff, concluding that he got things as clean as he could get them. He examined Leon's cheer uniform, completely stretched and soaked through with sweat and cum. This thing was ruined. He searched the small cabinet in his office, finding a spare sweatshirt with the school logo as well as some gray sweatpants. It'd have to do.

He'd already seen the teen naked, and then some, and yet it still felt… weirdly wrong to undress him while he was unconscious. He shook his head and sighed, forcing himself to get over it as he undressed the kid, discarding the ruined uniform in the trash bin by his desk alongside the used condom. He made a mental note that he needed to remember to empty that later, he didn't need the janitor snooping in his business.

After slipping Leon into fresh clothes, he carefully moved him to the small, stiff couch in his office. The poor thing suddenly felt so fragile, like a porcelain doll, as he was laid down. His head slumped to the side as it rested on the cushion. Finally, he threw an old blanket over Leon before moving back to sit at his desk. 

He stared at the kid's sleeping form, trying to suppress the urge to run away. No , he was gonna sit here and wait for him to wake up.

Before long, Leon softly mumbled as he stirred.

-

Leon moaned and mumbled a bit as he woke up, shifting on stiff cushions. He knew his bed sucked, always giving him a sore back when he woke up, but not this much. He sat up, the thin blanket falling down to his lap as he rubbed his eyes. Blinking them open to the view of Mr. Krauser's office, he suddenly remembered.

He remembered all of it.

His face turned red with embarrassment. So, it really wasn't a dream, and these new clothes he had on… the coach had dressed him, cleaned him up. His entire body ached, like he had run a couple of marathons back to back and well– with the memory of how vicious Mr. Krauser had gotten with his fucking… they might as well have been doing so.

Leon peered at the desk from the corner of his eye, seeing Krauser sitting there. He was too embarrassed– what was one supposed to say after having sex? "Thanks for the great experience" or "Let's do this again sometime"? Fuck . Leon didn't know. What he did know, however, was that he had liked having sex, specifically sex with Coach Krauser, and wanted to do it again as soon as possible.

Leon steeled himself and finally made eye contact with the elder man. His hair was slicked back once more and he had on a new shirt, like nothing had ever happened between them at all. Leon was mildly confused by the disappointment he felt in his gut.

"U-Uhm… Thank you– for the clothes," Leon stammered, voice hoarse. "I'll um… I can wash them and bring them back on Monday, sir, I promise."

-

Krauser got up from his seat, slowly approaching the couch much like he would a startled deer. He slid down onto the cushions beside Leon, placing a firm hand on his thigh, "Don't worry about it kid, you doin' alright?"

When Leon only sheepishly nodded, turning away to hide the flush on his face, Krauser put his hand on his chin, gently but firmly commanding him to look him in the eye. The scared, doe-eyed look on his face made something stir in Krauser.

"Hey, come on, I won't know you're alright if you don't talk to me." He said lowly. His thumb caressed Leon's soft cheek, "I didn't hurt you too much, did I?"

-

Leon watched, his body tense, as Krauser slowly made his way over to sit beside him. Leon couldn't help his thigh twitching when the coach placed his large hand on it. 

"Don't worry about it kid, you doin' alright?" Krauser asked, his voice rough  but still gentle.

Leon couldn't bring himself to speak, his throat felt like it was closed up, words couldn't come out. Instead, he nodded and turned away, hiding behind his bangs. He couldn't do it for long before Krauser's other hand gripped his chin gently and led his face to look back at him. Leon could feel himself shiver.

"Hey, come on, I won't know you're alright if you don't talk to me." Krauser said lowly. His thumb caressed Leon's soft cheek, "I didn't hurt you too much, did I?"

Leon swallowed. "N-No, you didn't hurt me at all!" Leon slid his legs off the couch so he could be closer to Krauser. "I really really enjoyed it! And I'd love to do it again too! U-Uhm… If you… want to, that is, sir."

-

Krauser chuckled at how earnest and upfront Leon was. Jesus Christ , this really was his first time having sex, wasn't it? He noticed the cheerleader sliding closer, his legs brushing against Krauser's thigh, their shoulders almost bumping together. That excitement stirred in his gut again.

Fuck it. He was already in this deep.

"Yeah. Yeah I would like to do it again." He levelled Leon with a stern look, hand still on his chin, "But we have to keep this between us, ok? It'd put us both in a lot of heat if anyone knew, so don't go blabbing to your friends or anything, ok?"

Leon silently nodded, eyes wide and innocent. Satisfied, Krauser leaned in, catching his parted lips in a soft but sensual kiss. The sound of their lips slowly parting echoed through the still office.

"Good." Krauser mumbled against his mouth. He dropped the grip on Leon's chin, slapping it onto the cheerleader's thigh instead, "Come on kid, let me take you home."

-

"Yeah. Yeah I would like to do it again."

Leon felt his heart flutter at the admission. He knew they had just had sex, an incredibly intimate act, but knowing that the teacher he's been crushing on for a while now wanted to continue this tryst– well… Leon was simply overjoyed.

Krauser kept his hand on Leon's chin and gave him a stern look, "But we have to keep this between us, ok? It'd put us both in a lot of heat if anyone knew, so don't go blabbing to your friends or anything, ok?"

Leon silently nodded. He loved Claire, she was his best friend, he told her everything, but... He wanted to keep this one secret, all for himself.

Krauser leaned in and caught his lips in a gentle kiss. Leon whined a bit as he leaned in closer, wanting to feel this loved and comforted for as long as possible, feeling disappointed when they parted.

"Good." Krauser mumbled against his mouth. He dropped the grip on Leon's chin, slapping it onto the cheerleader's thigh instead, "Come on kid, let me take you home."

Krauser stood up and went to grab his jacket and keys.

"H-home?" Leon stammered, "Y-You don't have to take me home, I can always walk–!" Leon was cut off by Krauser giving him a stern look, one of his eyebrows raised. It was obvious his decision had been made, and his decision was final.

Leon clenched his fists but sighed as he stood up alongside the coach. "Fine. I'll give you directions, just make sure to park down the street, ok? My dad'll be pissed if he sees me with you."

-

Krauser couldn't help but chuckle a little at the last comment. Still caring so much about what his old man thought made him realize just how young Leon truly was. Perhaps that should have made him feel ashamed of what he'd done to the young, innocent thing. It didn't. Instead, he darkly fantasized about how Leon wouldn't need his dad much longer, about how Krauser should be the only man Leon ever answered to.

Krauser shrugged on his own school-logo sweatshirt, and held the door open to lead Leon through to the parking lot.

The drive to Leon's street was a quiet one, with the young teen doing little else but awkwardly shuffling in his seat as he looked out the window, only giving the occasional direction while Krauser stared dead ahead out the windshield. 

His large arm hung out the rolled down window, the balmy September air breathing freshness into the otherwise stuffy truck. The red pickup grumbled and protested as it ran down the suburban road. Krauser made a note to himself that he should put some more work into it this weekend, probably due for a tuneup.

But he was thinking about more than just truck maintenance. He kept throwing sidelong glances at Leon, who was off in his own world lost in thought. He kept noticing how much his breasts bounced every time they hit any little bump in the road, how the seatbelt squeezed around them. God , even in a shapeless sweatshirt those things were like weapons. He could even see his nipple poking through…

He cleared his throat, snapping himself back into focus before he ended up driving them both into a stop sign.

They arrived at their destination, Krauser pulling over at the end of the street like Leon instructed. He put the truck into park, resting his forearm on the steering wheel as he looked at Leon.

-

The drive was silent to Leon's house besides the odd grumble here and there from Krauser's old pickup truck. Leon kept shifting in his seat, his body restless from the awkward atmosphere of being alone in a vehicle with one of his teachers. He kept his face focused on the world outside his window, not wanting to know how Krauser must look. His anxiety told him there was still a chance this entire thing was one big mean joke. Still, he gave directions when needed. The city outskirts passing by were familiar to him, yet he felt disconnected from them all the same. He wondered if Krauser felt the same, disconnected from the rest of their humble little city. He wasn't sure if he ever really belonged, despite doing his best to make friends and stay on everyone's good side, being generally well liked by everyone… there was still something off. Perhaps he was just paranoid. The rumor mill had been vicious last school year, Leon didn't–

Krauser cleared his throat, startling the dirty blond out of his day dreaming. Leon told him to park near the four-way intersection, and the truck rattled over. The coach put the old vehicle into park and rested his forearm on the steering wheel, looking at Leon.

"Uhm… thank you for driving me home, Mr. Krauser. Sorry for not letting you drop me off exactly where I live." Leon fingered at the hem of the sweater he was wearing, looking down at his lap. "My dad… he… Er–" he cut himself off, "Never mind, it doesn't matter."

Leon looked up at Krauser, appreciating how masculine he was. The way scars decorated his face and hands, the way one long jagged line cut through the corner of his mouth, preventing his lip from moving when he smiled. His sharp cheekbones and hulking figure, veins popping out on his large hands.  Mr. Krauser really was a bit scary looking but… he'd be really good at protecting Leon with those attributes too. No more bullies, no more drama, no more of his dad's twisted control of him…

Leon sighed, leaning in for a kiss. He took the chance to run his hands across Krauser's bulging muscles, large enough to feel through the sweatshirt material. He wanted to map out the man's mouth and memorize his taste, just in case this never happened again. He was desperate, scared, he didn't want to walk into that door knowing the one sided screaming match would begin. He didn't want to leave Krauser's protective hold.

-

Before Krauser could have a chance to pry, to ask him what he wanted to say, Leon was on him again. Plush lips crushing against his own. The kid was getting daring, his hands mapping out all the toned curves in Krauser's body.

Krauser was more than happy to reciprocate, gripping his tiny waist as their tongues mapped each other's mouths. He wanted to feel Leon just as much as Leon wanted to feel him. His arms tugged the kid closer, practically dragging him onto his lap, as their mouths and tongues continued to crash together over and over again.

He loved the taste of Leon. Loved the way he whined and cooed and sighed against his mouth. He could get drunk on this, never wanting to let the kid go.

Eventually, he had to. He pulled away, their mouths separating in a wet pop.

"Get out of here kid, before your daddy comes looking for ya." He said in a low gruff, his eyes scanning over Leon's body for one last look.

-

The grip Krauser has on his waist sent a shiver through his body. He surrendered to his hold, letting himself be practically pulled into his lap, clinging to his clothes. He could feel the vibration in his head as he made pitiful whines, but he couldn't hear them, too wrapped up in the sensation of Krauser's tongue in his mouth.

But, regretfully, Krauser eventually pulled away, strings of saliva connecting their mouths together.

"Get out of here kid," Krauser said in a low gruff, "before your daddy comes looking for ya."

Leon sighed and climbed off Krauser's lap. Before hopping out of the truck, he leaned back in and left a quick peck on Krauser's cheek. Embarrassed, he rushed out and slammed the truck door behind him.

"I'll see you Monday!!" Leon shouted and waved behind him as he jogged off down the street to his house.

He hoped this was the beginning of something new and exciting in his life.

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What started as a one-off tryst turned into something happening a couple times a week and then more. Much, much more.

It had been just under a month since their affair started. The football season was ramping up with Homecoming happening next week, and in turn practice ramped up in kind. Krauser, meanwhile, was intensifying his relationship with Leon. He had the teen start coming into his office every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday after practice for “specialized head cheerleader training”.

What said training entailed was just between him and Leon. Behind the confines of his office door, he had their "practice" extend to training Leon to give a proper blowjob. Sure, it was cute watching the little cheerleader slobber and gag with only a third of his dick in his mouth, but he wasn’t satisfied with playing kiddie games. He wanted to take the training wheels off, to see all ten inches of his cock slide down Leon’s throat, working past that pesky gag reflex until his lips wrapped around the base. He wanted to fuck his face properly, teach Leon how a real adult gives a blowjob.

This was their third session. The previous one ended in moderate success, with Leon being able to reach about halfway. Impressive, but not enough. He wanted to see him fit it all in today and he was gonna make damn sure that happened.

The cheerleader was exactly where he should be, diligently on the floor behind Krauser’s desk, sitting on his knees with his hands folded together resting on his thighs. He looked up at his teacher expectantly, his big doe eyes shining.

Krauser exhaled and adjusted in his seat, spreading his legs invitingly. He undid the fastenings of his khakis, pulling out his half-hardened cock and letting it flop onto his thigh.

“Alright kid,” He gruffed, “Take it nice and slow to start, just like I taught you.”

-

"Yes, sir," Leon nodded, inching closer to Krauser's cock.

He inhaled the musky scent, his mouth already watering, excited by how it twitched and reacted to him. He gave the length a tentative but long lick up the side, moaning at the taste of salty sweat. He gave a quick kiss to the head before swirling his tongue around the slit, encouraging a bead of precum to drip out. It had freaked him out the first time he saw it happen, he thought maybe Krauser was about to pee or something was wrong. But once the coach explained it was simply a way his body reacted to being aroused, Leon loved it.

He giggled softly as the cock hardened in front of his eyes, rising to a stiff peak. Leon took his chance to bring the head into his mouth and softly suck, making sure his teeth were dutifully covered by his lips. That had been one of the hardest parts to learn, making sure his teeth didn't scrape against Krauser's sensitive cock. That being said, they both knew how huge he was, it couldn't be helped if he slipped. Krauser was always so patient with him regardless, so tender… Leon slid down a bit further, getting past the head and down another inch, bobbing his head as he went. 

It wasn’t as uncomfortable as the last time. In fact, he found the motion soothing, relaxing.

He closed his eyes, daring to go a bit further. The tip pressed against his uvula, causing an odd tingling sensation along with the need to retch. That was the hardest part of them all. He was close to doing some embarrassing stuff the last few times Krauser had tried to push into his throat, but he was slowly learning. It was like training his thigh muscles to no longer whine whenever he did the splits. It took time, patience, and a whole lot of practice. 

-

Krauser could feel his dick hardening to full mast as Leon slowly licked up its length, taking the sensitive head into his wet mouth and working down.

He grunted when he felt the head meet the back of Leon’s throat. His hand grasped the teenager’s head, thick fingers brushing through dirty blond hair. He held Leon’s head in place just like that, wanting to get him accustomed to the sensation.

Leon managed to reach about halfway down again, but Krauser knew he could do more. He was going to push for more. Holding the cheerleader’s head steady, he slowly rocked his hips back and forth, poking and prodding at the entrance of his throat with the blunt head.

“Good, Leon, just like that…” he huffed.

-

Leon whined as his head was held in place by Krauser's hand, large enough to wrap around the back of his skull, fingers running through his hair soothingly. It sent waves of both fear and comfort through him, those mixed feelings shooting straight down to the heat building between his thighs. 

The uncomfortable tickling in his throat was a bit overwhelming, but he held his ground, focusing on breathing evenly through his nose and relaxing his muscles. It took a moment, but the discomfort eventually subsided, leaving a pleasant sensation instead that sent a spark down to his clit.

Leon moaned around the cock as Krauser’s hips rocked back and forth, the head playfully nudging at the entrance to his throat. That tickling sensation returned, but it was reaching a point where even that was feeling pleasurable to him.

“Good, Leon, just like that…” His coach huffed.

Leon keened at the praise, rubbing his thighs together, getting the briefest of friction on his clit. It made the familiar heat pool in his belly, his chest fluttering. He wanted to push himself, to take more of the length in his mouth, but it was still too much. Defeated, he looked up, meeting Krauser's blown out eyes. His coach was watching him carefully, lips parted as he panted. Leon loved seeing the slight twinges of pleasure that showed on the man's face, knowing it was caused by him. Only him.

Leon crept his hands up his teacher's legs, massaging the muscles until he stopped at the kneecap. He held on as his lips glided back and forth. He knew that switch was about to be turned on. The one when Mr. Krauser couldn't hold back anymore and used Leon's body to reach his own desire. If it was anyone else he'd be offended, but knowing it was just the way Krauser showed how badly he wanted Leon well… he certainly couldn't complain. He didn’t want anyone but Coach Krauser using his body like this.

-

Leon’s moans and keens vibrated through Krauser, sending sparks up his spine. He let out a long exhale, panting as the heat built up inside him. Shit , this kid was something else.

Leon looked up at him expectantly, batting his long lashes while his plump lips wrapped around his teacher’s cock. Krauser patted his hair, encouraging him further.

He could feel Leon’s throat relaxing as he took deep, even breaths. Beside the occasional twitch or retch, Leon managed to keep himself composed, clearly well disciplined from the years of rigorous cheer training. Willing to do anything to make his coach proud.

Krauser took in a deep breath and pushed his hips forward. He could feel his head pressing around the opening of the teen's throat. He just had to keep pushing steadily. Almost there… almost .

With enough persistence, the wide head finally poked through, breaching the entrance of Leon’s throat fully and completely.

Krauser let out the breath he was holding, brows knitting together as he enjoyed the pleasantly tight fit. His hands came to either side of his student's face, soothing him and cooing with praises, keeping him from panicking.

"That's it, look at you, I knew you could do it…"

-

Leon couldn't help but let out a muffled yelp as the mushroom tipped head popped into his throat, wide and filling. His jaw ached, but the real scary part was how he couldn't breathe. Krauser's cock was so girthy it forced his airway closed to accommodate the shape. Leon clung tightly to his teacher’s khakis, clenching his eyes shut as he forced his way through the panic.

Krauser's hands were soon on either side of his face, grounding him as the elder cooed.

"That's it, look at you, I knew you could do it…"

Leon relaxed into Krauser's touch with a hum. It was a nice feeling, putting away all his worries and knowing that Mr. Krauser was in control. He reflexively swallowed around the mass occupying his throat, startling at the way the cock suddenly jerked further down.

He wanted to pull off, to take a break from the overwhelming sensations, but Krauser held him firmly in place, shushing him and giving encouraging words. Leon felt tears well up as Krauser's hips kept moving, pushing. The wide cock in his throat went deeper and deeper, carving out a place for itself. It felt like it went on forever, until finally his nose reached Krauser's pubes. His jaw hurt, his lungs burned at the lack of oxygen. He whimpered around the intrusion in his mouth pitifully, looking up at his teacher with teary, pleading eyes.

-

Krauser kept pushing, pushing, pushing . He’d made the initial breach, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to continue further. Holding Leon’s head in place with both hands he advanced forward, inch by inch, pushing past all resistance, ignoring the way the teen protested in desperation. He didn’t stop until Leon’s nose was buried in the hair at the base. He could feel every little flex as Leon’s throat swallowed and retched around him, struggling to take it all down. 

He could get addicted to that feeling.

Leon held his coach’s legs in a vice grip, grasping for dear life as the oxygen was cut off from his lungs. Tears welled in his eyes, smearing his mascara. Krauser didn’t show an ounce of mercy, he wanted to see just how long the kid could hold it in.

It was only when the cheerleader’s big blue eyes looked up at him pleadingly that he relented, pulling his hips back until the head sat on his tongue.

He wasn’t satisfied. Now that he knew the little slut could fit his whole cock in, he wanted more. He needed more.

“That’s it kitten, just like that. Let’s see you do it again. Try to hold it in longer this time.” He growled. He was only just barely restraining himself, resisting the impulse to thrust his dick back in right away without giving the teen a chance to recover.

-

The moment Krauser pulled his cock back Leon gasped for breath, coughing around the intrusion and sniffling as he tried to calm his lungs. He knew it’d be difficult to breathe with it in his mouth, but he wasn't expecting just how shocking the forceful thrusts combined with the lack of oxygen would be. The tip sat heavy in his mouth, salty precum pooling on his tongue. A reminder that they weren't done yet. 

“That’s it kitten, just like that. Let’s see you do it again. Try to hold it in longer this time.” Krauser growled.

After another sniffle Leon closed his mouth and suckled on the cock, tonguing the foreskin and swirling around it. He knew this part well, had put in plenty of practice, but he wanted to prove to his coach he could do more. Wanted to prove he was capable of reaching out of his comfort zone and conquering it.

He held Krauser's thighs as firm as he could, took a deep inhale, and swallowed the cock down his throat once more. He forced himself to ignore the need to gag, ignore the rising pressure in his head from lack of air. He instead focused on the way Krauser's cock felt… really good being thrusted in and out of his throat. From the way the elder couldn't keep his hips still, the way his hands were gripping his hair, Leon was sure it must've felt really good to Krauser too. His pussy throbbed at the sensation, feeling desperately empty while his own mouth was full of the cock he was craving.

He soon found a rhythm; when Krauser pulled back he could inhale for a moment, and then exhale again when he thrust back inside. He bobbed his head along- remembering to swirl his tongue- and kept moaning and swallowing when he could, encouraged by the way Krauser's hips jerked from the vibration. Leon was happiest when he could make Krauser feel as good as possible.

-

What a perfect little whore his student was becoming, taking his cock in deep again and again in a perfect rhythm, moaning around it like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted in his life.

Krauser's mind was going fuzzy, swimming in the ecstasy of the tight, wet squeeze wrapped around his cock. He slid a hand down to Leon's throat, feeling the bulge as it moved up and down his esophagus.

He could tell just how much Leon was enjoying it too. The little cheerleader was never shy about showing his pleasure, his cheeks flushed pink as his eyelids fluttered. His thighs were noticeably quaking underneath him, a telltale sign he was undoubtedly dripping a puddle of arousal onto the floor under that tiny skirt. He knew Leon loved taking his coach’s cock as much as Krauser loved giving it.

But this steady rhythm wasn't enough. More. He needed more . He needed to take what belonged to him and he needed it now . The hand in Leon's hair curled into a fist, gathering the loose strands into a ponytail. Without warning or concern for the poor thing, Krauser sped up, fucking his whole length into Leon's mouth all at once. While the cheerleader choked and gagged, he pulled his hips back and forth, thrusting with a wild and rabid abandon.

-

Leon hummed at the feeling of Krauser's hand on his throat, putting slight pressure on the bulge his cock was creating. It was an oddly nice sensation, like how touching the bulge from when Krauser fucked his cunt added a twinge of pleasure. Leon was lost in the motions, bobbing his head and sucking, doing his best to twirl his tongue, all while his hips were beginning to thrust on their own. He humped the air as slick drooled down onto the floor below. He had everything he could ever want and yet he still wanted more.

Leon startled at the sudden grip in his hair, he opened his eyes in confusion only to immediately squeeze them shut again as he was shoved down Krauser's entire length. It was hard to find a moment to breathe with the sudden quick pace, and Leon couldn't help but panic. His throat constricted as his gag reflex tried to keep Krauser out, but it only helped in making the coach fuck faster. Snot and drool and tears ran down his face, overproducing and dribbling off his chin, pooling together into a mix on his tits. The man growled out his pleasure as he used Leon like a toy, praising him between his harsh pants. His heavy balls fell out of his pants with the rough motions of his thrusting, slapping hard against Leon’s chin over and over again.

It was all so violent, overwhelming and humiliating; just what Leon needed. The heat in his gut rose with each second that passed without oxygen, with each hit deep in his throat, until suddenly it reached a peak. His eyes rolled back into his head as he came, slick gushing onto the carpet and soaking his thighs. He clung onto Krauser's legs, tears and mascara streaking down his face as he kept humping the air like a boy possessed. Mr. Krauser must have cast a spell on him, there was no way he was cumming untouched just from sucking on a man's cock.

-

Leon was looking more disheveled by the second, gasping for breaths while tears streamed down his sloppy face, hair falling in his eyes and clinging to his cheeks.

The image was so hot, Krauser wanted to burn it in his mind forever. His other hand gripped the side of Leon's head as he went harder , faster .

"That's it," he growled, "You've become such a perfect little slut for your teacher, haven't you?" He knew Leon responded well to degrading language, and it only spurred him to push further. He watched his balls slam repeatedly against his student's face, splattering tears and drool from each impact. "Wonder how the other boys would react if they could see how well you took a cock," he huffed, "Bet they'd be lining up for a turn with the class whore." He chuckled lowly to himself, "But that's not gonna happen, not without my permission, not when you belong to me ."

He was practically falling off his chair from how hard he was thrusting, holding himself up by his strong powerful legs as he slammed into the kid's throat over and over again, reaching down as far as it would go. This was heaven, nothing could be better than this.

Or at least, that's what he thought, until he watched what could only be the cheerleader cumming . Cumming from his teacher's massive cock violently fucking his throat, without even being touched. His big blue eyes fluttering and rolling back in his skull, moaning desperately around the mass stifling his throat. He humped desperately at nothing, his juices gushing onto the office carpet with a wet splat.

That was it, that's what he needed. " Fuck! " He growled through his teeth, not even giving the little whore a chance to come down from his high before the coach was fucking erratically into his throat, his cock twitching around the tight squeeze before he came himself. He let two heavy pumps empty into his throat, before pulling all ten inches out at once, emptying the rest of his balls onto the cheerleader's face. Thick ropes of cum sprayed across his skin, splattering in his hair, coating his lips and mouth, and weighing heavy on his lashes. The image of a perfectly broken in slut. 

-

Leon was still in his post orgasm haze when he felt the thick liquid shoot down his throat. It was a warming sensation, but he didn't have time to bask in it as Krauser suddenly ripped his cock out, spit flying at the force. Leon barely had time to close his eyes before cum sprayed on his face, coating his hair and cheeks and even dripping onto his chest. He opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue and whining for a taste. He let the strings pool on his tongue, savoring the salty tang. He'd seen porn where the girl kept her mouth open for the guy to see, maybe Mr. Krauser would be into that sort of thing?

Leon blinked open his eyes, cum stringing from his lashes. He looked up at his coach, the man's blond hair was sticking out and his chest quickly rose with each heavy breath. Leon leaned his head further, trying to entice him to look at all the cum in his mouth. He wanted praise, affection , wanted to be told he'd done a good job.

-

Krauser pressed the pad of his thumb onto the teenager's tongue, appreciating his work, watching the cum drip from his face and onto his tongue and tits. Leon whined adorably, clearly wanting praise like a needy puppy for doing such a good job.

"Look at you, you worked so hard for me, kitten." The coach cooed, "I need to reward you for doing such a good job."

Before Leon could realize what was happening, Krauser hauled him up by his arm, manhandling him and bending him over the desk. Cum dripped off his face and onto the wooden surface in thick gobs. His short skirt showed off his lack of panties underneath, instead revealing his deliciously slick pussy, excess juices running down his thighs.

The coach fished out a condom from his desk, lining his head up with Leon's quivering hole.

"How many orgasms from fucking your tight little pussy do you think you've earned today, princess?"

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A few weeks had passed since their first love-affair, and somehow this was only the second time Krauser had lost himself in a risky split second decision; all thanks to that little minx in a cheerleader outfit. 

It was currently Homecoming week, and the season was heating right up. Tonight was the Homecoming game that had the school buzzing with anticipation for weeks, and the Rabids weren't disappointing. It was always a hoot when Krauser's boys were able to beat the shit out of their rival team, even better when it was on Raccoon City's home field. 

One of the few good things that came with wrangling a bunch of hormonal snotty teens into shape. As for the other good thing that came with the job, well…

He stared across the field to his squad of cheerleaders performing their routine. He had his eyes on one in particular. He watched as Leon's hair and tits bobbed along with the enthusiastic choreographed chant he was leading, eager to please the crowd. 

He smirked to himself. To think, that same kid had been taking his cock like a champ just a day before. 

After their routine concluded the teen caught his gaze, returning a small smile and wave. Krauser snorted, folding his arms and jerking his head towards the stands. The kid seemed to get the message, returning a curt nod before turning to one of the other cheerleaders. The coach called to Burnside- who was sitting on the bench- telling him he was going out for a piss. Ducking behind the stands, he leaned against the wall around the corner to the bathroom, hiding in the shadows.

Soon enough he caught Leon walking by him, his sparkly cheerleader outfit standing out in the dim lighting. He hadn't spotted Krauser yet, and the coach couldn’t resist the opportunity to mess with the kid. 

Waiting for his chance to strike, he reached from the shadows and grabbed Leon’s lithe wrist, catching the poor thing off guard. With a hand over his mouth, he dragged his small body toward the underside of the stands.

Krauser chuckled deeply, holding Leon’s back against his chest, an arm coiled around his slim waist.

"Don't you scream now, kitten. Don't want anyone catching us, yeah?" Krauser purred, his lips grazing the shell of Leon's ear.

Leon struggled but silently nodded, his tits bouncing as he reflexively resisted the strong grip.

"Mm, good girl."Krauser chuckled. He kissed behind the teen's ear and down his throat. He nibbled at a tender spot on his neck, the spot he knew would get Leon riled up. The teen’s reaction was immediate, melting in his grip as he pushed his ass against his teacher’s slowly hardening cock. Receptive as ever, Krauser was pleased. He still couldn't believe just how lucky he was, finding such a perfect little sex obsessed slut to call his own.

-

With the football season ramping up, and the Raccoon City Rabids playing their Homecoming game, it was more important than ever that the cheer squad kept excitement up for the players and fans alike. Though they didn't need much, with the team beating their rivals so handily.

Still, Leon gave it his all, and expected as much from the other teens in his squad. After all, Coach Krauser had entrusted him with the important role of head cheerleader. He wanted to prove to his coach that he not only could handle the responsibility, he could go above and beyond.

He tried not to think too much about how his heavy breasts bounced more than usual with each little movement. Coach Krauser told him not to wear his sports bra to the game today. And sure, there was more coverage than normal as they had donned their long sleeved uniforms for this game. But the bedazzled fabric was skin tight, showing off every curve in his shapely body. He prayed that nobody would notice just how much his perky nipples were sticking out, that nobody could see the…

He refused to let it distract him. He led the team through their routine of kicks and twirls seamlessly while chanting, "R-A-B-I-D-S, RACCOON CITY IS THE BEST!"

Their choreography culminated in the cheerleaders piling in a pyramid, with Leon at the peak.

He raised his arms in the air, beaming his most crowd-pleasing smile.

"YOU'LL BE DAZZLED, STUPEFIED, WHEN YOU SEE THESE RACCOONS FLY!"

He stuck his leg straight in the air, catching it in his hands, keeping himself in perfect balance while the arms of his team members braced his other leg. In one fluid motion, like a singular machine, he moved with them as he went down, and then up again, sent twirling in the sky. He'd done this stunt a million times, but it always exhilarated him. Left him feeling lightheaded and weightless as he spun in the open air, the stadium lights swirling around him. It’s not long before it all comes to a halt, and his feet are planted back on solid ground.

He posed with his team and faced the crowd, his chest heaving with each breath, watching the sea of excited faces cheering for them.

But he could feel more than just the eyes of the crowd on him. As the squad broke from their formation to take a break between routines, he scanned the sidelines. It didn’t take long to spot Coach Krauser, his large figure unmistakable. His eyes were right on him, feeling icy and piercing even from all the way across the field. Leon sheepishly smiled and waved at him, feeling extremely dorky when the coach didn't bother to wave back.

Instead, Krauser folded his arms and jerked his head toward the stands, his instructions clear. Leon nodded silently in response, his heart fluttering at the implication as his teacher disappeared from sight.

He turned back to Helena, his honorary second in command, making an excuse that he needed to go touch up his makeup and that the team can do standard chants while he was gone. She just nodded and took another glug from her water bottle, chatting with Stacy while Leon ducked behind the stands.

The roar of the crowd muffled considerably once he stepped behind them, but the blare of the game was still apparent. He wandered around idly, just beginning to wonder where Krauser had gone, when a strong hand grabbed his wrist and yanked him back.

He gasped, not even having the chance to properly scream before another wide hand clasped over his mouth. A strong arm wrapped around his waist, keeping him securely in place and utterly terrified. The adrenaline pumped through his body as he was left completely disoriented and caught off guard. 

That panic washed away in a wave of arousal when a familiar, gruff voice rang in his ear.

"Don't you scream now, kitten. Don't want anyone catching us, yeah?"

Leon closed his eyes and nodded pathetically, still tense from the adrenaline running through him.

The grip around his waist tightened, pressing him closer to Krauser's sturdy body.

"Mm, good girl."

Instead of releasing the hand covering his mouth, his teacher teased and kissed down his neck. Goosebumps ran down his skin, and then Krauser found the spot– oh, that spot. The spot that always sent shivers through him. The heat immediately pooled in his tummy, making his eyebrows turn up as he whined against Krauser’s palm.

Still restricted by the coach’s grip, his hands had nowhere to grab but the front of his teacher’s pants as Krauser continued to nibble and nip at his sensitive neck. He pushed his hips back, feeling his teacher’s half-hard cock pressing against his ass.

God, he felt so pathetic. So predictable and easy to manipulate. But he didn't care, he didn't care as long as he could have his coach . As long as his coach continued to satisfy all his wildest fantasies, he would be happy and obedient to whatever the man wanted.

-

Krauser groaned into Leon's skin, letting go of the grip over Leon’s mouth only to grope at the plush breast hiding beneath his cheer top. It had only been a day since they'd last seen each other, and yet he felt like a man starving. He could never get enough, no matter how close he got and how much he took. Not even being balls deep in the teen’s womb was enough for him, he still needed more . In all his years he'd never felt this enamored with anyone else, not even his bitch of an ex-wife could arouse this sort of emotion out of him in their younger years. 

This kid would surely be the death of him.

"You get those pretty things I asked ya for?" Krauser growled, massaging Leon's breast in his rough hand.

He didn’t need to ask, he'd gone with the kid to get the piercings yesterday, acting as his guardian. It had been a gift of sorts to celebrate the Homecoming game… and to celebrate their one month “anniversary”. Leon was nervous and resistant to the suggestion- only ever having his ears pierced before- but after some coercing and promises of more sex, he was able to get the teen to go along with it. 

And oh what a privilege it was to view firsthand. Leon, nervously laying on the table, gripping his coach’s hand for emotional support. Modifying his body just to make Krauser happy, the memory would be burned in his mind for good.

"Better not have run off and spent the money on something else.” He chuckled,  “But I know you're a good little girl, ain't that right?" Krauser gave his breast a tight squeeze for good measure, feeling the fresh piercing through the fabric.

He didn't wait for a response before he yanked Leon's top up, watching with hungry eyes as his fat tits flopped out. He already knew they were there, but god just seeing the piercings again… 

He used both hands to gather up Leon's large breasts, enjoying the weight of them. They bulged out between his fingers as he squeezed them tightly, angling the nipples up so he could get a better look. The glittering barbells caught the light seeping in through the gaps in the seats above them, standing out in the darkness like two beacons. His nipples were puffier than usual, still swollen and red from the piercing, no doubt uncomfortable without a bra to keep his knockers from flying everywhere.

Krauser couldn't stop the deep growl rumbling from his chest. He rutted his stiff cock against Leon's ass as he continued to knead his tits. He let go of one just long enough to move Leon's head, catching him in a deep kiss before he went back to using both hands to dutifully massage those luscious breasts.

-

Leon relaxed further into Krauser’s grasp, submitting fully and completely to the man’s whims. It was always easier to just give in and let his coach do as he pleased. The cheerleader choked on a gasp as Krauser manhandled him roughly. 

"You get those pretty things I asked ya for?" He growled dangerously in his ear. Not like Leon could respond with the hand over his mouth anyway, but he knew his coach was just messing with him. 

He’d taken Leon to get them done himself, escorting the teen to the back room of a seedy tattoo parlor downtown. On the release form Krauser said he was Leon’s “father”, but Leon couldn’t shake the feeling the shop owner knew Krauser and knew damn well he didn’t have a 17 year old daughter. Probably an old buddy of his doing him a favor. At least he let Leon pick the jewelry, he wasn’t going to complain. He picked a pair of bars adorned with cute little pink jewel-encrusted hearts at the ends.

Krauser took him out to get ice cream as a reward after, followed by a quick fuck in the back of his truck. He even ate Leon out as a special reward, easily making the teen cum five times over.

Still, Leon could never forget the look in Krauser’s eye as he watched him laying on that piercing table. It was a look of pure, animalistic hunger. 

Krauser continued to knead at his plush breasts. The abrasive fabric of his uniform pushed and pulled over his skin, irritating his sensitive nipples. It was a relief when his coach finally pulled the top up, freeing his tits from their restricting confines. He panted as Krauser continued to roughly grope and squeeze him, manhandling him and whispering teasing words into his ear in between sloppy kisses planted on his neck.

His whole body was getting hot, the noise from the crowd feeling muffled and distant, with Krauser the only thing filling his senses. He followed the direction of Krauser’s hand, leading his chin until their lips met. Leon immediately opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue and giving Krauser easy access.

Chills ran up and down his body, his tits molding around the shape of Krauser’s large hands as he continued to roughly massage them. He could feel his pussy getting wet underneath his spandex shorts. Ooh , if only Krauser could just tear them off and fill him already…!

His nipples ached, swelled up with blood and standing up and at attention. Though the cold bite of the open air did somewhat soothe the pain. Or at least it would have, if his teacher didn’t take one of them in his fingers and pull hard. His cry was swallowed by Krauser’s mouth. It hurt, it hurt so bad, but god did Leon learn to love it when it hurt. It made him feel alive, made him feel like he belonged to Krauser. Only to Krauser, nobody else.

He was feeling dizzy, the pain and arousal swirling in a thick cloud in his head. He pulled his lips away, laying his head back onto his coach’s shoulder as he begged, “C-Coach Krauser, sir, I’m– ahhn, I’m so horny… Please… please fuck me…!”

-

Krauser couldn't help but smile into the kiss as Leon’s body submitted to his, letting the elder's tongue roam around his mouth. Krauser licked along the sharp edges of his teeth, sucked on his tongue and bit at his glossed lips. He was glad the crowd was so loud in that moment, their cheers covering up the lewd wet sound of their kissing. 

But, if he remembered correctly, halftime was coming up in a bit, which meant he had to move this along.

Feeling mischievous, he took one of Leon’s nippled between his fingers and tugged . The teen's pained cry was swallowed down, the crowd above them completely oblivious to what was happening just a few feet beneath them. Krauser chuckled, pulling at the sensitive teat over and over. He'd gotten a good look at the way Leon reacted to pain before, and fuck did it turn him on to no end. Such a sweet and innocent thing that liked being roughed up and manhandled while he was fucked? Krauser was in heaven.

Leon’s lips pulled away with a wet pop, leaving a sheen of gloss on Krauser’s mouth. He laid his head back on his teacher’s shoulder, writhing as he begged between labored breaths, “C-Coach Krauser, sir, I’m– ahhn, I’m so horny… Please… please fuck me…! ”

Krauser's cock twitched in his pants, standing at full attention. They only had a few more minutes before someone would come looking for the both of them but... who was Krauser to deny his pretty little kitten when he begged so sweetly?

He planted one more kiss on the teen's neck as he slipped down his sweats just enough to let his cock spring out. He rubbed it between Leon's closed thighs, sighing at the texture of the spandex combined with the telltale wetness soaking through. 

Hand on the back of Leon’s neck, he forced the kid to bend over. He poked and prodded at his wet folds, teasing his hole through those sinfully tight shorts.

Leon was shaking under his grip, his own hand covering his mouth in an attempt to stifle his moans. 

Although he would've loved to spend all night teasing him, Krauser knew he didn't have enough time to draw it out any longer. He found the seam of Leon's shorts and tore a large hole right down the center. The little slut wasn't wearing any panties underneath. He really did like to go above and beyond to impress his coach. Krauser gave him a teasing slap on the ass, ready to take his prize.

Manhandling Leon upright and against his chest, he only took a moment to line his head up before slamming right into the teen’s pussy. He covered Leon's mouth in an instant, feeling the vibration of his scream on his palm. God , even though Leon had been taking his dick semi-regularly it was still so fucking tight , suffocating his cock and milking it for all it was worth. Krauser had to bite back a groan as he fucked himself in further, forcing a way through for his gigantic cock. And fuck, was it a feeling. It was the first time they'd gone without a condom, and Krauser wasn't sure if he could ever go back to having a piece of latex between them ever again.

-

Leon had to hold a hand over his mouth to keep from getting too loud, his other hand supporting himself on his knee as he was forcefully bent over. He was so oversensitive, feeling Coach Krauser prodding at his hole through his tight shorts. God , he needed to be filled, he needed–

He gasped when he heard the spandex rip, Krauser’s thick fingers rubbing at his now fully exposed cunt. Oh god , he was supposed to perform for halftime after this, he didn’t bring another pair! Waves of shame suddenly washed over him, the whole stadium would be able to see him…!

All that worry bled from his mind when Krauser’s strong arms hoisted him upright again. The game, the crowds, his uniform… suddenly none of that mattered when he felt the familiar press of Krauser’s cock lining up with his hole. His heart pounded in his chest. He was about to… He was gonna be…!

He couldn’t stop the scream that tore from his chest when his teacher suddenly shoved his way inside. Even with how wet he was, it hurt, oh god, it hurt…! But his coach kept going, kept carving his way deeper inside. It was a good thing Krauser’s hand was covering his mouth, with the way he was moaning and crying like a cheap whore. But god he didn’t care, he would never get tired of the feeling of being filled by his coach’s large, perfect cock.

The blunt head slammed into Leon’s cervix, making his eyes roll back in his head. Yes… yes…! He wanted all of Krauser, wanted him to fit every last inch, to claim his cunt like he always did.

Krauser lifted Leon’s leg, bending it til it pressed against his chest, leaving Leon balancing on his tip toes as he was fucked upwards. He laid limp like a ragdoll, his head lolling to the side and resting on Krauser’s shoulder, surrendering completely to his mercy.

It wasn’t long before Krauser broke through the barrier of his cervix, burying himself to the hilt and fucking into Leon’s womb. It got easier and easier every time, as if his body were molding into shape for his teacher. He cried into his coach’s hand, a fresh gush of arousal squirting from his hole as he was fucked. His pussy clenched and flexed around Krauser, begging for him to use him, to fill him wholly and completely and never stop.

-

Krauser always admired just how much of a mouth Leon had. For such a polite, reserved kid he sure was a screamer. His moans were muffled behind Krauser’s meaty hand- barely noticeable with the crowd above them- but the vibration against his palm made his dick hard all the same. He thrust into his student, feet planted firmly on the ground as he fucked into his tight cunt. It didn't matter how many times they had fucked, how much Leon was stretched, his hole was always a perfect wet vacuum sucking him in. 

Yet even with perfection, he couldn't help but be selfish. He always wanted more when it came to using his perfect little cum dump.

He lifted Leon’s leg, bending it til it squeezed against his breast, leaving Leon helplessly balancing one his tip toes. The teen laid limp in his hands, his head lolling back on Krauser’s shoulder. Who was Krauser to deny himself such a wonderful gift?

He sped up, bouncing Leon on his cock while he slammed his hips upward. The cheerleader’s delicious cervix was beginning to soften once more. With a few more expertly aimed hits, his cock punched straight through, reaching to the back of Leon's womb. Krauser still couldn’t believe just how well Leon’s tiny body was able to take him, over and over again.

He grit his teeth as Leon's pussy clamped around him, tight enough to squeeze his dick off. But it didn't matter, not when his cock was encased in the forbidden warmth of his womb. Without a condom, it was as if he were experiencing it for the first time all over again. The latex was a much needed layer of protection sure, he wasn’t stupid. But feeling the slick glide, the pulsating warmth against his bare skin… Christ , he was so close to cumming. With the way Leon’s body shook, a sudden spray of slick hitting the ground beneath them, the cheerleader clearly felt the same way.

As much as he wanted to, he knew he couldn't cum inside Leon. It didn't matter how much his fantasies were getting worse, how badly he wanted to properly plant his seed in the kid. It'd just barely been a month, he barely knows anything about him. He couldn't get Leon pregnant, it would ruin them both.

Krauser ripped his cock out, seconds away from shooting ropes of cum into the cheerleader's womb. Instead, he shoved Leon to his knees and slammed into his mouth, forcing the poor thing to take the entire length down his throat. It didn’t deter the coach. If anything, the spasming muscles of the teen’s esophagus trying to retch just coaxed him further. It only took a couple harsh thrusts before Krauser pumped his load down Leon’s throat, spilling what felt like buckets into his stomach as he growled and gripped on tight to the roots of his hair.

-

Leon cried at the feeling of Krauser’s cock being pulled out. No, not yet, it wasn't enough…!

Before he even realized what was happening, he was turned around and forced on his knees. His confused whine was interrupted when all ten inches of cock were shoved down his throat. He gagged and retched around it, not having the time to prepare like he's usually afforded. His tongue ran along the bottom of it, the taste of his own juices mixed with the musky, salty taste of his teacher.

Krauser's cock fucked into his throat as he emptied pump after pump inside Leon. He could feel it filling his tummy, warm and heavy and perfect . It flooded into his mouth, washing his tongue in the salty tang. Leon held his hands under his chin, catching the dibbles of cum that leaked past his lips.

It was all so good, so perfect, so…! His eyes rolled back into his head as he came, his hole flexing around empty nothingness as he gushed cum onto the gravel beneath him. He was addicted, it didn't matter if it was in his throat, his cunt, anywhere, he loved nothing more than being filled by his coach's thick cock.

He whined, his throat sore as Krauser pulled out, his teacher’s now flaccid dick quickly tucked away in his pants. Leon couldn't help but feel disappointed, wishing they could have more time, that Leon could get his fill.

Though, maybe he could never really get enough.

He wiped at the last bits of spunk dribbling down his chin, suddenly realizing he needed to clean up before heading back to the game. Well, he couldn't exactly wipe his hands on his cheer uniform so… he looked up at his coach, big doe eyes shining as he licked the cum from his palm. He moaned at the taste washing over his tongue again, lapping up the thick, savory fluid until there wasn't a drop left.

-

A groan bubbled from Krauser’s chest as he watched Leon's pretty blue eyes roll to the back of his head as he came, hips stuttering and shaking as he sprayed cyprine all over the gravel beneath. It almost made him want to go for another round, and he probably would have if it weren’t for Burnside calling for his name near the bathroom. He quickly tucked his softening cock back into his sweatpants, though he didn’t miss the obvious look of disappointment on Leon's face. But god was he not ready for the teen to look up at him, big innocent eyes shining while he licked the excess cum off his fingers. He growled animalistically, what he wouldn't give to see that every day. 

He dragged Leon up from the ground, his knees dimpled from kneeling on the gravel, and gave him a chaste kiss. He wanted nothing more than to stay longer, but Burnside’s voice was getting closer, and he wasn’t gonna push his luck.

"See you in a bit, kitten," Krauser nodded, giving one last kiss before he left Leon standing in a daze.

Krauser snuck around the bathroom wall and saw familiar red hair.

"Burnside!” Krauser barked, “What the hell are you doing out here? I didn't tell you to leave the bench!" he smacked the back of the teen's head.

-

It didn’t matter how nasty, how feral they got in their sexual escapades, it was always the way Krauser kissed him after that was the best part. The way he was suddenly so sweet, so tender, it gave Leon butterflies all over again. It was like he got to see a peek at the man under that rough exterior, a man that was gentle and caring.

“See you in a bit, kitten,” His coach gruffed.

Leon nodded, leaning into Krauser, his eyes flicking up and down his body one last time.

He watched his coach go, hearing him yell at Burnside the moment he disappeared around the corner. He took a moment to compose himself. It wouldn’t look good coming out right behind Coach Krauser looking like he just got his brains fucked out when, well… that’s exactly what happened.

He readjusted his uniform, wincing as he pulled his top back over his sensitive nipples. He’d have to make sure to clean them extra well tonight if he wanted to avoid any infection.

It was only when he adjusted his skirt that he suddenly remembered his spanx were ripped. Oh fuck , he was supposed to perform for half time in two minutes!! He was about to risk flashing his coochie to the whole stadium, and there was nothing he could do to avoid that now. He huffed, and opted to keep the shorts on, as ruined as they were. He figured some coverage was better than none. He walked back to the stadium, trying his best not to have his skirt bounce too much as he moved.

Joining back with his team, he made an excuse that he had to head to the locker room cuz he forgot his lip gloss. The halftime show and the rest of the game went off without a hitch, with the Rabids barely managing to scrape by with a victory. The coach wasn’t gonna be happy with that, considering they were so far ahead in the first half.

All the while Leon coordinated his team as best he could, trying not to think too much about the hole in his shorts. This must have been another test the coach put him up to, to prove that he was really serious as head cheerleader. And he wasn’t going to disappoint his coach. He just prayed nobody was looking too closely at his uniform the rest of the game.

The team headed back to the lockers, ready to change out of their uniforms and wash off after a game well played. Leon was alone in one of the narrow corridors, when a slim arm blocked his way.

“Wanna tell me why there was suddenly a hole in your shorts during the halftime show?”

-

"Wh– A-Ada?!" Leon startled.

Ada Wong, who was blocking his way, was once the girl of Leon's dreams. Or well– she still was , but he'd come to terms with the fact that she was out of his league a long time ago. She was popular, gorgeous, and most of all intimidating . She had been the head cheerleader when they were juniors, and was going to be the head cheerleader for their senior year season. Well, she was supposed to be.

Leon had taken her spot.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Leon huffed, putting on his best frown. "Please, just let me through, Ada. I don't want to be in this gross uniform any longer than you do."

-

Ada sneered, blocking his attempts to move around.

"Not so fast, pretty boy."

They'd come onto the cheer team together as freshmen, and Ada had always been crushing on him.

Not that she would ever let him know. No, no , she expressed her attraction in the only way she knew how. Through jealousy and competition. 

She had been getting used to being higher rank than Leon on the team, but ever since the semester started… something changed, and not just him replacing her as head cheerleader. 

He suddenly acted differently, carrying himself with a new confidence. He especially acted weird when he was around the coach… 

And now she was catching him with a hole ripped straight through his shorts in the middle of the Homecoming game.

She was smart, she knew something was up, and she was determined to get to the bottom of this little mystery.

"Don't play dumb with me." She leaned in close, boxing him against the wall, "Noticed you and Coach Krauser leaving the field at the same time, and then when you came back your shorts were suddenly ripped to shit.” Her face was only inches away from Leon’s, “Wanna tell me why that is? You doing extra favors for our dear little coach?"

-

"Don't play dumb with me." Ada hissed, leaning in dangerously close.

Leon couldn't help but inhale the scent of her expensive luxury perfume. His eyes followed a bead of sweat running down her skin and catching in her cleavage. He couldn’t stop the flush blooming on his face. God , why did Ada of all people have to catch a peak at his ripped shorts?

"Noticed you and Coach Krauser leaving the field at the same time," Ada continued. "And then when you came back your shorts were suddenly ripped to shit. Wanna tell me why that is? You doing extra favors for our dear little coach?"

Leon gulped, trying his best to think of an excuse on the spot. Sure, he was personable and talkative, and knew how to say just enough to get around his parents’ suspicions, but this was different. He knew Ada was smart, and he had to choose his words carefully. Krauser told him to keep his mouth shut about their relationship, he couldn't exactly go blabbing about it to someone he couldn't even trust in the first place.

"I had to go touch up my makeup and use the bathroom while I was doing so, ok? I can't afford the fancy stuff like you so I have to touch it up during the game," Leon huffed, folding his arms, "And um… I've been– gaining some weight so when I went to pull my spanx back up they… um… you know… " Leon looked away, hoping that was convincing enough to get Ada off his back.

-

Ada scoffed, “Too fat to fit in your panties anymore, too?” Oh yes, she got quite the eyeful of Leon’s pink, juicy pussy through the rip in his shorts. Granted, she probably stared longer than was wholly necessary, but she wasn’t about to admit to that.

She grabbed his chin, forcing him to look back at her, their faces mere inches apart, “I know something’s going on, and I’m going to find out what.”

She watched the way his plush lips trembled. She had to force herself to rip her hand away before she ended up kissing him right then and there. She shot him one last glare and headed back to the locker rooms, leaving Leon standing alone in the hall.

-

“Too fat to fit in your panties anymore, too?” Ada scoffed.

All the color drained from Leon’s face, mortified. Ada had definitely seen his bare pussy, saw enough to figure out he wasn’t wearing anything underneath… oh god, if she saw that then –

Ada grabbed his chin, forcing him to look into her deep hazel eyes. Their faces were so close he could feel her breath on his cheeks. 

“I know something’s going on, and I’m going to find out what.”

Leon couldn't help but tremble in her grasp at those words. He didn't want anything to be gossiped about, he just wanted his coach all to himself. If word got out, they might try and take Mr. Krauser away from him!

Leon stumbled back as she pushed him against the wall, giving him one last glare before leaving towards the locker rooms. 

He stood alone in the hallway for what felt like ages, completely shell-shocked. He wanted to cry so badly, he could feel the tears welling up in his eyes, embarrassment and shame and fear bubbling to the top– but he refused. He sniffled as he fanned his eyes, taking deep breaths to compose himself. He hadn't lost Krauser, not yet, and there was no way in hell he’d ever let that happen.

He thought about what he wanted to say to his coach, those three simple words hanging on the tip of his tongue. If Ada was going to blab to everyone, he wanted to make sure his true feelings were known.

Chapter Text

It was the night of the Homecoming dance, and the whole school was in high spirits after the victory of last night’s game. Students and teachers alike mingled on the gymnasium floor, dressed to the nines with paper stars and party streamers hanging above their heads.

In the buzz of it all Leon had managed to sneak off without anyone noticing. His heels clicked on the linoleum tiles, echoing through the dark eerie hallway. He couldn't stop the butterflies fluttering in his stomach. Doing this, it all felt so wrong still, but at the same time… it was worth it. It was always worth it just so he could have the man of his dreams all to himself.

It wasn’t long before he found the place Krauser told him to meet him at, room 301. He slinked into the darkened classroom, closing the door behind him carefully. Not that he had to be all that quiet, no one was in this part of the building.

The room was empty, completely still aside from Leon walking across the floor. This place was normally used for Health class and Sex Ed, with fading posters of muscle diagrams and dietary tips lining the walls. He must have been in this room a million times, and yet it had a strange feel to it at this time of night. A plastic anatomy mannequin sat in the corner, staring at him ominously. Leon tried his best not to let it freak him out so much. It was just an old dummy that had to have been here since the 70s.

He anxiously fussed with his outfit, straightening out the wrinkles in his puffy skirt. It was an old prom dress from the 80s that one of his older cousins lent him, and it showed. All bright pink with ruffles, it stuck out against the sleek satin dresses his classmates came in. He hoped it wasn't a total fashion disaster, although it was probably old enough now to be retro. Maybe Mr. Krauser liked older styles like this? If Mr. Krauser… if Jack liked it, he would be okay with that.

The door suddenly opened behind him, making him spin around with a start. His nerves were eased when he saw the shadow of a tall, familiar figure standing in the doorway.

-

Krauser had been itching for this moment since the clock hit zero at last night's winning game. Him and Leon only had enough time for a quick makeout session in his truck after, before they had to split up and join the post-game celebration with their teammates. It had all been an aching drawl for Krauser, more than eager for their meeting time he had set for the next night. Perhaps meeting in the room he taught Sex Ed classes in wasn’t the most secret of hiding places, but it was the easiest place they’d have access to during the dance.

Besides, it wasn’t fun if there wasn’t a little risk.

His blood started pumping as he approached the classroom door. Something like this was extremely taboo, never in a million years had he ever seen himself actually planning a rendezvous to fuck one of his students in his own damn classroom.

He peeked through the window to the room, making out the silhouette of Leon in his poofy dress. He had spotted him in the gymnasium earlier in the night, standing out amongst the other teens wearing the sleek and minimal dresses that were the fashion these days. Krauser couldn't help but admit to himself the contrast only charmed him more. Leon looked like a truly innocent little doll in his frilly pink dress, something beautiful and yet oh so fragile. He wanted nothing more than to take a delicate pretty thing like Leon and tear him to shreds.

Leon’s billowing skirt swirled around him as he turned toward the sound of Krauser opening the door. Krauser couldn’t help but think how he looked like a princess, waiting for his charming prince to swoop him away.

Within seconds of the door clicking shut behind him he was on Leon, reaching him in only a few strides and pulling him into a kiss. His large arms wrapped around the teen's frame, hands groping at his plush ass, his supple hips, anything he could find. He wanted to devour Leon right then and there.

-

Leon melted into the kiss with a whining sigh, easily molding himself to Krauser's form as his arms slung around Krauser’s wide neck.

Mr. Krauser was clearly wasting no time, groping and squeezing every part of Leon he could find. And oh , did Leon love it. The truth was, he was waiting to be held by his teacher all day. He could barely focus on his classes, nor did he care much about the dance. He could only think about one thing.

Coach Krauser lifted him onto one of the desks easily, his large skirt spilling over the sides. Leon hazily wondered to himself if this was the same desk he sat in during Mr. Krauser’s Sex Ed class last year. Not that the thought stayed in his head long, his brain instead overpowered by his tongue tasting Krauser's mouth.

God , he was so wet already, the heat in between his legs aching as he spread them apart for his teacher invitingly.

With shaking breath, his slender fingers tugged his ruffled sleeves off his shoulder, encouraging his teacher to kiss and suck on his collarbone and ample cleavage.

He needed contact, he needed his coach to touch him, fill him. He rutted himself on the edge of the desk as he whined, "M-Mr. Krauser, sir, please… mmf , please, I want you…"

-

Ada had followed closely behind Coach Krauser through the hall. Heels in hand, she tiptoed behind her coach, the cold tile bleeding through her stockings.

If Leon wasn't going to give her any answers, she would just find the proof herself.

She carried a polaroid camera in her other hand, fully intending to collect all the evidence she needed. Oh yes, some good old fashioned blackmail would definitely make the little bitch fess up. 

It'd give her more than enough leverage to get anything she wanted from the both of them.

She peered around the corner, discreetly watching as the coach slipped into one of the classrooms. 

Yeah right , as if there would be any reason for him to be needing to go in there in the middle of the Homecoming dance.

She sidled up to the door, hearing the muffled but unmistakable sound of two people in the classroom.

Bingo .

-

Krauser lifted Leon onto one of the desks, the teen opening his legs invitingly let him rut his engorged cock against Leon's panties. He was getting dizzy, the blood rushing to his head, but he just couldn't help it. When it came to Leon, he was hopeless. He'd never fallen this hard for anyone, never wanted to be as constantly close to someone before. If he could keep the cheerleader in his lap every day for the rest of his life he'd die a happy man.

The collar of Leon's dress was fitted down far enough for Krauser to dip down and nibble at his collarbone, licking and nipping at the swath of sensitive skin. He should've been mindful about leaving any obvious marks, but god his brain was so dizzy with lust he just didn’t fucking care .

"M-Mr. Krauser, sir, please… mmf , please, I want you…" Leon whined, wriggling his hips, the shifting of the fabric of his dress loud in the quiet room.

" Relax , Kitten. You'll get your just desserts soon enough, alright?" Krauser chuckled against his skin. Supporting Leon with a single broad hand, he tilted him backward, far enough to gain access to his irresistible tits.

He sucked on the skin, biting and leaving a dark mark on his cleavage. With his free hand he dragged down Leon's top until his breasts flopped out, his pretty piercing shimmering in the sparse moonlight filtering through the window. He took a perky nipple into his mouth, lazing his tongue around the sensitive bud, groaning deeply at the metal tang of the barbell. What a truly amazing investment on his part. As he sucked on the cheerleader's tit, his other hand reached beneath the skirt, his fingers searching until they found the teen’s soaked panties. He chuckled at Leon’s hips immediately bucking, as sensitive as ever.

"My poor baby, you're so damn horny for it, aren't you?" Krauser growled in Leon's ear.

-

Leon whined in protest, but he knew his teacher was right. He had to be good for his coach, obedient, do everything Mr. Krauser says and he'll give Leon everything he wants.

He cried out at the feeling of Krauser’s tongue roughly lathing over his nipple. It hurt, it was so overly tender, but it still felt… good … He leaned back into Krauser's large, sturdy hand, letting his teacher take control. He just needed to lay back… lay back and let Mr. Krauser have whatever he wanted. Let him mark him up and make sure everyone knew who Leon belonged to.

He mewled and bucked his hips, letting his coach know how much of a good girl he was being, how patient he was while Krauser teased.

"My poor baby, you're so damn horny for it, aren't you?"

That name… being called his baby… it made Leon's head swim, his cheeks heating up as the blood pumped in his ears. He nodded his head eagerly with a whimper.

Leon gripped the back of Krauser's neck, pressing his face against his slicked blond hair. His hole flexed and fluttered, begging for a finger, a cock, anything to fill him.

He barely even realized what he was saying before he said it.

" Ahhn , Jack, please… make me yours…"

-

Ada peered through the small classroom window, trying to make out the details of what was happening inside. 

She had her suspicions, but nothing could prepare her for the sight she was met with. Leon, seated on a desk in front of Coach Krauser, legs spread wide, with his teacher kissing and sucking on his exposed tits.

She couldn't hear any words, couldn't make out the specifics, but the sound was unmistakable. Leon's voice was absolutely dripping with lust, clearly begging for his coach and getting more impatient by the second. She’d caught them in the middle of the act.

She should bust them now, right? Slam the door open and let them know the jig is up? 

She shook her head. No , she had to wait, she had to make sure to get good pictures first, right? She needed to make sure to have solid, undeniable proof… right ?

She tightened the grip on her camera, trying to ignore the increasing tightness happening in her skirt.

-

Krauser grinned, amused by how visibly flustered Leon gets. Such simple pet names really drove the kid wild and he loved it. He'd shower him in all the sickly sweet saccharine nicknames the boy could ever want just to feel his cunt grip tight on his cock. 

What a lovely turn of events his life had taken.

" Ahhn , Jack, please… make me yours…"

Ah .

Perhaps he had gone too far. 

Krauser froze in Leon's hold, his entire body suddenly rigid. Hearing his first name come out of the cheerleader's mouth suddenly put this entire love affair into perspective. What the hell was he doing ? He was 45 years old and had a damn 17 year old student beneath him begging for his cock during the Homecoming dance. 

Was this truly how he wanted his life to be? A predator who took advantage of a young school boy's crush? Hell, he even coerced the kid to get fucking nipple piercings just for his own amusement.

But… he couldn’t deny it. He loved the way Leon felt. He adored how Leon's plush little body fit perfectly against his muscular one, the feeling of the teen's soft skin compared to his own rugged calluses. He was intoxicated by the taste of his fruity lip gloss, always lingering when he left a kiss on Krauser’s scarred lips. By the smell of Leon’s sweet perfume following him everywhere, paired with the floral scent of his shampoo. His hair was always fluffy and bouncing, glowing with youth that made Krauser feel young again.
He admired the innocent determination he carried, not knowing what adulthood would truly bring him yet so willing to prepare and help anyone he could. He always learned so quickly, so naive and yet so willing to be daring…

Fuck .

He was crushing real bad. It felt childish to admit, but it was true . He was a full grown middle-aged adult with a schoolboy crush. He didn’t care if it was wrong, under no circumstances could he let this kid slip through his fingers.

Krauser released the tension in his body with a sigh, pulling Leon’s plush body closer to him. He fiddled with the fastenings of his suit pants with one hand, slipping his hard, leaking cock out. Navigating through the sea of fabric, he shoved Leon’s panties to the side. More gently and tenderly than he ever had in his life, he kissed Leon and slowly slid his cock inside. He could hear Leon’s muffled mewling and moans behind their kiss and god did he wish he could let Leon be as loud as he pleased. The downsides of having sex in public. He couldn't risk either of them getting caught, but Krauser still couldn't deny the thrill of it all made him throb like nothing else.

-

Leon squeezed his eyes shut with a whimper as he realized his slip up. God, why why why did he say that?! Krauser was supposed to be his teacher , he needed to show his teacher respect, he… He didn’t deserve such a casually intimate relationship like that…!

He was about to backtrack, mumbling out some excuse that a kid slipped some vodka in the punch bowl, when Krauser’s chiseled lips were suddenly on his again. He melted all over again, hyper aware of every sensation but at the same time having it all melt together. Mr. Krauser’s mouth swallowed his own as the blunt head pushed at his entrance. 

He was thankful his coach was careful enough to stifle any noise, because he was hopeless in stopping himself at the feeling of the stretch . He was aware of every inch pushing its way inside him, claiming its territory, making its home inside him. It was right. It was always so right. He had felt it a hundred times already and it still felt new. Leon let out an exhale of breath, just savoring the feeling of his teacher’s cock gently sliding in and out of him. Coach Krauser wasn’t usually this careful. It was… nice. Just being able to enjoy the slick glide, the wide head of his cock prodding at the back of his cunt before pulling back out again, sending shivers up his whole body.

He was certain of it, this man was perfect for him. He never wanted anyone else for as long as he lived, he…!

-

Krauser was usually quite talkative during sex, but in this moment, absorbed in the gentle in and out motions of his cock, he didn’t say a word. His heavy breath clashed with Leon’s, filling the space between their mouths. He was so enraptured in the warmth and affection between them, so entranced by the teen beneath him, he found himself letting his guard down for the first time in a long while. The world outside the classroom didn't matter to Krauser anymore, not when he's got the most beautiful boy right in front of him. 

He would do anything to protect what was his. He couldn't let any harm come to Leon, never wanted to see him hurt or sad ever again. He wouldn't be able to sleep at night knowing he'd ever caused his little princess any unnecessary pain.

Krauser's hands roamed and groped at the wash of plush skin hidden underneath yards of fabric. He couldn’t help it, he was hopelessly, pathetically, falling prey to the insatiable lust that tormented his every waking moment since he’d spotted Leon in the locker rooms that day. He could never let this go. Not when the teen beneath him was a quivering mess wrapped around his cock.

-

If there was something better than heaven, Leon was in it. Coach Krauser's hot breath fanning against his face as their mouths clashed over and over again. Leon whined and moaned as quietly as he could, trying in a pitiful attempt to be discreet. 

He was floating, as if his whole body was coasting in a thick pool of honey. Simultaneously smothered and kept safe in Krauser's strong embrace. Hopelessly engulfed with no desire to break free.

His thighs hooked on Krauser’s sturdy hips, rocked back and forth to his coach's rhythm, he gripped tightly to the front of his teacher’s suit jacket in a desperate attempt to ground himself. Every nudge, every hit to his cervix nestled deep inside him made him feel dizzy. He pitifully whimpered out his coach's name over and over again, begging his teacher to mold him, to keep him full and to never stop. 

Now that he knew what it was like to be with a real man, he never wanted anything less. He never wanted to be apart from his teacher, never . For as long as he lived, he would do anything to keep Coach Krauser by his side. 

In spite of both their efforts, the shamelessly sinful sounds of their lust flooded the classroom. His head was spinning, with desire and need and something else entirely. He felt ready to spill over at any moment. He couldn't take it any more, he needed to make his coach his forever, he had to…!

His words spilled out in a breathy gasp, "J-Jack… aah… Jack , I love you…! "

-

A pile of photos littered the floor at Ada's feet. They were grainy, and the lighting was shit, but the image was unmistakable… images of Coach Krauser fucking his student. 

And not just any student, but head cheerleader Leon Kennedy.

Even with the photo proof, it was almost hard to believe with her own eyes. She watched them tangle together on the desk, bodies jostling back and forth. God, she never knew Coach Krauser was so huge . And not only that… his little student was taking it like it was nothing.

She had more than enough evidence to ruin both of them, she could easily take these photos now and show everyone at the dance what a whore their star classmate really was but… she couldn't look away. She was mesmerized watching the two of them. Jealous and undeniably turned on. 

She palmed at her cock, now fully erect and straining against her panties. Shit, she felt pathetic , reduced to watching her high school crush get railed by their teacher and getting herself off to it. She bit back a groan, brows knotted together as she slid her hand under her skirt.

An undeniable wet spot formed on the front of her underwear, her erection barely contained by the delicate fabric. God, she'd already gotten herself off today and yet her cock throbbed against her hand as she listened to Leon's voice through the door.

It wasn't fair . It should be her in that spot, fucking Leon in the classroom, in the locker rooms, wherever they could get away with. His pussy filled by her cock, his cheeks flushed as he cried out her name instead of the coach’s.

She was debating running off to the bathrooms, or hell even just jacking off behind the door right there. But then she heard something said through the door, something that made her heart sink straight to her stomach.

"Jack… aah… Jack, I love you…! "

-

Krauser grunted at the sudden weight of Leon’s body, supported on nothing else but Krauser’s burly arms. He didn't mind the strain– it made him feel strong. He truly had complete power and control over the small teen underneath him. And what a feeling that was. All of it only made better by the sound of Leon begging him to mold his cunt into the shape of his coach’s thick cock, his name spilling from Leon's pretty mouth over and over again, everything reaching a fever pitch.

"J-Jack… aah… Jack, I love you… !"

Krauser didn't freeze up like a coward this time. He kept thrusting his hips into Leon's, kept fucking into his cervix as the words rang in his ears. 

Love, huh? When was the last time he truly felt that? It had to have been back when he was a teenager, when he met Vanessa. She had been beautiful then, kind and studious, with a whole life ahead of her. And then he knocked her up when they were eighteen. They got married a day before Krauser had been shipped off to the army. Before he became a changed man.

Was that even really love…?

Krauser pulled Leon into a kiss, biting his plush bottom lip, fucking his tongue into his mouth. He held Leon close, closer than close. As the lewd sound of sex and their sloppy makeout resonated throughout the room, he thought about how he never wanted to let this kid go for as long as he lived.

Krauser pulled back, their mouths only inches apart, " Princess ," He breathed, "My sweet little kitten."

Leon whined back, wriggling in Krauser's tight grip.

"I wouldn't give you up for the world, baby girl. I love you too."

Perhaps he had never known love at all before tonight.

-

Leon didn’t need to hear Krauser say it back; he knew in the way his teacher didn’t stop thrusting, in the way he plunged his tongue into his mouth when they kissed. 

He was always a man of action more than words.

But oh , to hear him say it. Those sweet little words dripping off his tongue.

“I wouldn’t give you up for the world, baby girl. I love you too”

Leon closed his eyes, leaning into his teacher. He was on cloud nine, ten, infinity , however many clouds there were. Coach Krauser was his , and nothing could come between the two of them now.

In spite of his best efforts to contain himself, his aching cries only grew louder. Coach Krauser fucked into him relentlessly, hitting hard and so deliciously deep every time.

He could feel it, his peak approaching. He was gonna cum, and he was gonna cum hard. He cried out for his coach, he wanted to cum, he wanted to show Mr. Krauser just how much he loved him, how much they loved each other. He wanted to capture this moment in a bottle and treasure it forever.

But that moment was shattered when the door suddenly slammed open.

-

Ada stood in the doorway, shoulders hunched, the rage in her chest bubbling. Her eyes shined with tears that she refused to let fall. She would rather die than let either of them see her cry. She’d already been humiliated enough tonight.

Leon buried his face into Coach Krauser’s jacket in a futile attempt to stop himself from crying on the spot. What he was helpless to stop though, was the feeling of his orgasm wracking through his body. His body involuntarily rocked back and forth as his pussy fluttered around his teacher’s cock, all with Ada clearly seeing the whole thing.

God , this really was the most humiliating moment in Leon's life.

“Nothing going on between you two, huh ?” Ada spat, voice low and biting, “No idea what I was talking about last night? What a load of shit.”

Her glare was very pointedly directed at Leon. She bitterly thought about how this wasn’t the way she wanted to see Leon’s face when he came.

But she couldn’t be distracted by that. She had important business first.

She strode up to the two of them as they stared at her dumbly, clearly still trying to process what the fuck was happening through their sex-crazed haze.

“So I was right all along,” Ada’s calm voice dripped with venom, “The ‘head cheerleader’ is really nothing more than a head slut .”

-

Krauser's brain froze when the door slammed open to reveal Ada standing in the doorway. Fuck , he really should've expected this. His brain was overloaded, everything moving too fast and standing still all at once. The only thing snapping him back to reality was feeling Leon’s body convulsing with an orgasm, his cunt clenching harshly around the coach’s cock. It took everything in him to bite back the groan bubbling in his throat. He didn’t need to further embarrass the both of them tonight.

“Nothing going on between you two, huh ?” Ada spat, voice low and biting, “No idea what I was talking about last night? What a load of shit.”

Krauser internally smacked himself, he should have known better than to trust a dumb teenager to keep such a big secret when push came to shove. Especially keeping a secret from his schoolyard crush. He wasn't brain dead, he could tell long before their affair started that Leon had it bad for the snobby popular girl. Shit was bound to hit the fan at some point.

“So I was right all along,” Ada’s scoffed, “The ‘head cheerleader’ is really nothing more than a head slut .”

Jesus, she could be brutal. Krauser snorted and stepped away from Leon, stuffing his dick back into his dress pants. He didn’t miss the way Leon’s figure was visibly trembling. Poor little kitten. He needed to make this right, or at least give it his best shot.

"Don't give him too much credit, Miss Wong," Krauser shrugged, slicking his hair back into place. "He's only doing what I told him to. We’re all trying to take our advantages where we can get them. I’m sure you’re not a stranger to such a concept yourself."

Leon slid off the desk, the swish of fabric doing nothing to hide his sniffling. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop his shoulders from shaking, couldn’t stop the tears welling in his eyes. He felt pathetic, like a scared child who just got caught with his hands in the cookie jar. 

Krauser had to think fast, and he knew just what to do to get Ada to back off. He'd dealt with Ada throughout her entire time at Raccoon City High. She was stubborn and uncompromising at the best of times, and she always made sure she got her way. He had learnt to trick her into feeling like she was in control, give her what she wanted to keep her off his back. But not give her too much.

"You caught us," He put his hands up with a nonchalant shrug, "Nothing more either of us can say beyond that. Got no excuses for ya."

Leon shuffled behind his coach’s back, shielding himself from the situation in front of him, as if he could just sink into the floor and disappear.

Krauser cooly continued, "But, a man's gotta try, yeah?” He shoved his hands into his trouser pockets, “What're your conditions? What do I have to do to make you not go and blab to the whole school?"

-

Ada snorted, "Awfully cocky of you to think that I can be bought like that."

She closed the distance between them, arms folded. She wasn’t scared of him, not when she had the upper hand.

She fanned out the stack of photos in her hands, "Would take quite a lot to keep me from showing these to the whole school. Ooh, I bet Principal Irons would find them very interesting…"

She locked eyes with Leon, peering around his coach’s arm like a scared child. She cocked her head to the side with a smirk, "I imagine the dean for Chicago University would find this really interesting too, learning that their pick for the cheer team scholarship is such a little whore…"

Leon tightened his grip on Krauser's sleeve. He stared daggers at her through his tears. She wouldn’t really do that, would she? He wanted to charge at her, knock her to the ground and tear up those photos. Maybe even get a few well aimed punches in.

But he knew that wouldn't help his case. He had to keep his composure as best he could, and trust that Coach Krauser knew what he was doing. He was smart, and strong. He’d be able to handle all of this.

-

Krauser stared at the photos with a stony glare. The thought crossed his mind that he wished he could have the photos. He’d always daydreamed of taking pictures of Leon, dolled up and performing like a perfect little slut for him. Something to always have on hand when Krauser felt lonely. Ada might be trying to blackmail them, but he had to admit she came up with good ideas. 

He wasn’t too keen on letting anyone else see them though, especially his creep of a boss Irons. He’d sooner wring Irons' throat than let that pervert see Leon in a compromising position.

Ada turned her attention to Leon, a mischievous glint in her eye, "I imagine the dean for Chicago University would find this really interesting too, learning that their pick for a full ride scholarship is such a little whore…"

Ouch . She was really going for the jugular, huh? What the hell would make Ada so mad at Leon for? He felt Leon’s grip tightening on his sleeve, his tiny body trembling against him.

" Hey ," Krauser said sternly, stepping back into coach mode, "Your business is with me, Wong, leave him out of it."

Krauser and Ada glared at each other for a beat, the tension thick in the air. He had to think of a way out of this.

"Tell you what, I'll give you the head cheerleader spot back, yeah?” Krauser huffed, “That's what you've been angry about this whole time, isn’t it Miss Wong? You know you’ve always been the best girl I've ever had under my wing.” He gave a resigned shrug, “I’m just a simple man, and I briefly got distracted by my own needs. But you've always stood up for what you've wanted, isn't that right? It’s what makes you such a strong leader.”

He watched her expression carefully, hoping she was buying the bit. He needed to sweeten the deal to seal it, “Tell you what, I'll even make sure you have your own hotel room during the away games. And I’ll make sure to give you glowing recommendation letters to any school you wanna go to. I got connections, I can make it happen. Doesn't that sound good?"

Ada may be much smarter than her peers, but she was still just a teenager all the same. They all wanted the same three things: sex, popularity, and power. He just had to hope it was enough to cloud Ada’s judgment.

-

Leon looked up at Krauser, mouth agape. His coach wasn't really giving away his head cheerleader spot, was he? Was Leon not his special girl anymore? Was all the work he put into this cheer season not good enough? 

He opened his mouth again to protest, only to be immediately silenced again when Krauser shot him a sharp look. A look that said 'Let the adult handle this.'  

He let it go with a sniffle and a resigned huff. He had to trust his teacher had a plan. After all, Jack had just confessed his love to him, he wouldn't be tossed to the side that easily… Right?

A glint caught in Ada's eye when she saw Leon's defeated face, "My my, you really do have this one broken in, don't you?" She had to admit it made her happy seeing Leon looking so miserable. Felt like some sort of karmic justice was finally being served.

As much as she wanted to taunt the other teen more, she figured she'd made her point. She wasn't gonna risk throwing away this amazing offer just to sate her taste for petty revenge.

"Alright, coach, you have a deal. You two can have your little love affair and I won't say a peep." 

She snatched the photos away from Krauser’s reach, "I'm keeping these though. Want to have a little insurance." She smirked at Coach Krauser’s skeptical look, "Don't worry, no one is going to see them as long as you keep your end of the deal." She put one hand over her heart while the other waved the photos tauntingly, "Scout's honor."

She had to admit, it was intoxicating to have such power over someone as large and intimidating as Coach Krauser. Maybe she should blackmail people more often.

She tucked the photos back into her dress, turning back for the door. "A deal's a deal. I'll leave you two lovebirds alone." She stopped in the doorway, giving one last sharp glance over her shoulder, "You two enjoy the rest of Homecoming."

She was almost sad to go so soon, she wanted to make them both sweat a little more, but she figured she had made her point. She slipped her heels back on and made her way back to the gymnasium, an extra spring to her step.

She'd have more than ample opportunity to torment Leon more later.

-

Christ, Krauser had never felt more humiliated in his life. Even getting an honorable discharge from the military due to his arm injury didn’t feel this bad. He just let a teenage girl get one up on him, all because he'd wanted to get his dick wet. 

What was worse, he just got thoroughly pantsed in front of Leon . Krauser was supposed to be the pillar of strength in their relationship, the boulder that never cracked. 

Just what in the hell did he get himself into?

With a resigned sigh, he turned to meet Leon’s gaze. The young teen stared back at him with blue doe eyes, clearly waiting for Krauser to give him reassurance.

His face softened, "We're gonna be okay, Leon. Don't you worry," Krauser nodded, giving Leon a sturdy pat on the shoulder. "Wong may be scary, but she's as harmless as a bee. Keep her happy and she won’t sting ya. So let's not fight or cause any trouble with her, you hear me? "

-

Leon was angry, humiliated, confused, sad, embarrassed… basically any negative emotion you could feel, he was feeling it. He couldn't believe he was so stupid , letting himself get caught like that.

He was lucky to have his coach here to talk Ada down, if he wasn't so quick on his feet then he…

He looked up at Krauser, eyes shining with tears. A tension was knit into his strong brow, thoughts clearly racing. The coach met eyes with Leon and sighed,

"We're gonna be okay, Leon. Don't you worry," Krauser nodded, his hand heavy on Leon’s shoulder. "Wong may be scary, but she's as harmless as a bee. Keep her happy and she won’t sting ya. So let's not fight or cause any trouble with her, you hear me? "

Leon nodded back with a sniffle.

"I was just… I was so scared." Leon said with a hiccup, "Getting caught like that, I couldn't help but think what if… if…" He couldn't stop the waterworks starting all over again, struggling to get out his words between sobs, "What if you were taken away from me…!"

-

Krauser’s face creased with a frown. Seeing his darling kitten burst into tears over something he should've prevented was more than he could bear. 

He was the grown up here, Leon shouldn't have to concern himself with any of this nonsense. Krauser should be able to handle everything, to take care of his little princess so he wouldn’t have to worry about a thing. 

He had to fix this.

Krauser pulled Leon into his arms, shushing him as he rubbed his back.

"No one's gonna take me away from you, Leon. I promise." Krauser hugged him tighter. "I'll kill 'em with my own bare hands if I have to. But no one's taking me away from my precious little girl."

They stood there for a moment, swaying in each other's hold as Krauser let Leon sob out his worries and fears, shushing and calming him down as best he could. 

Once the teen had calmed down enough Krauser pulled back, kissing Leon's mascara stained cheeks before landing one more on his wet mouth.

"How about we ditch this place? Saw all there is to see anyways," Krauser murmured, wiping the remaining tears away with his thumb. "Saw a new arcade opened up, wanna play hookie and shoot some bad guys with me?"

Leon smiled, bright and stunning even through his tears. He thought tonight would be the most magical night of his life, but it only ended up being a total disaster. Yet he still had his coach by his side. As long as he had his coach and his coach had him, he knew they would be okay.

Chapter Text

The chill of the midwestern fall had fully set in, meaning warm clothes and warmer foods. The turtleneck of Leon’s cheer sweater made him itch, but it kept him cozy enough as he sat with his friends on the grimy bench behind the gas station. 

Claire had invited him and Stacy to drink and smoke with her after the game that night. Chris ended up tagging along too, always feeling the need to babysit his younger sister. To make sure she didn’t get into too much trouble.

Since Krauser was busy with something else and wasn’t gonna spend time with him tonight anyway, Leon figured it wouldn’t hurt to join his friends. 

He took a swig from his can of Busch beer. The taste was rancid on his tongue, but hell, it was cheap and easy to get their hands on. It was perfect for unwinding after a long game.

He idly thought back to his childhood, how his parents drilled into his head to never drink, or smoke, or have sex. Leon was far too afraid of his parents to even think about disobeying them. But then he just naturally fell into the flow of his peers in high school, toeing over the line just to see what it was like. Following Claire’s lead and going to house parties… She always made being a rebel look so easy.

But then his mom died last year. And suddenly, following every rule to the letter didn’t seem to matter that much to him anymore. Not like his dad cared anymore anyway, too busy drinking the rest of his life away to even pay attention to where Leon was.

Leon barely listened to the casual chatter as he just laughed along and sipped his beer. It still felt odd to chat and joke with his friends when such a huge secret was weighing on his shoulders. 

Truthfully, Leon had thought about it a few times– telling Claire about him and Jack, but… He was scared. And after Ada found them out, threatening to tell the whole school… He didn’t wanna take his chances.

He couldn't trust anyone besides Mr. Krauser.

"Hey, you still with us Leon?" Claire snarked, waving a hand in front of his face.

Leon blinked back into the moment. He was starting to get way too spaced out any time he wasn’t with his coach.

"Was just thinking about… the chemistry exam tomorrow, let a guy drift off, alright?" Leon huffed, avoiding eye contact while he took another sip.

" Pff, you worry too much about school.” Claire huffed right back, “You’re already a super genius and got a full ride to Chicago U, what have you got to worry about?”

-

“I think it’s admirable that Leon’s still so focused on his studies.” Chris interjected, flicking his cigarette pointedly in Claire’s direction, “Unlike you, you’re still just a junior and you’re already senior sliding!”

Claire rolled her eyes, “Whatever, it’s not like you’re mister perfect either, smoking behind mom’s back.”

Chris just glared back at her, “My point still stands.” he mumbled, “Besides, Leon’s the best of all of us. Made a damn good head cheerleader too, way better than Ada ever was. Was nice to see little miss perfect taken down a peg for once.” Trails of smoke swirled around his head as he exhaled, “Coach Krauser was fucking crazy for giving the spot back to her, you were doing a damn good job if you ask me.”

Stacy’s face turned sour at the mention of Ada, “Yeah, what the hell happened there anyway? You were killing it and then all of a sudden you’re pulled? What the fuck is up with that!? Coach got some kinda grudge against you?”

-

Leon hoped he could play off the sudden flush on his face, blaming the cold weather. He probably should have guessed the sudden change in position would cause some questions, but he absolutely couldn't tell them the truth.

"Well, you know how Ada is…" Leon shrugged, "she always gets her way somehow."

Claire scoffed, taking a swig of her own beer. "She really threw a fit because you dethroned her spot? Your coach is an old military geezer, you’d think he’d have more of a backbone against some bitchy entitled teen."

Leon’s immediate reaction was to defend his coach, but he stopped himself short. If he defended him, then they would know something was up. What excuse would he have for not being so mad at the coach about his decision?

Sure, Jack commanded respect from his teams, but he wasn’t exactly popular among the kids. Even Leon frequently complained about their strict routine regiments. Suddenly being on the coach’s side would look suspicious.

"Bet she's got some dirt on him," Chris said, stomping out his cigarette. "He's tough on everyone but her, wouldn't be surprised."

"You really think so?!" Stacy gasped, leaning forward like Chris was telling her a huge secret.

"She's got the highest grades in the school besides Leon, there's no way she could achieve that without pulling some strings."

“Or doing ‘favors’ for the teachers.” Stacy snickered

Leon was thankful nobody was looking at him, so they couldn’t notice him getting redder. Is this the way his friends would talk about him if they knew about him and the coach?

"Chris, just because someone actually studies hard doesn't mean they're secretly stabbing everyone in the back," Claire scolded. "You barely ever do your homework, you’re fucking lucky you’re still allowed on the team with how much your grades are slipping."

“I’m just saying, she seems like the type!” Chris retorted

Leon quietly zoned out of the conversation, the siblings' arguing bleeding into the background. He stared blankly at the can of beer resting on his lap, his thoughts swirling. 

He loved his friends, he had met Claire when she was just a freshman. Claire had taken one look at him and decided they were going to become the best of friends, and so they did. She was always so certain like that. She'd been there for him during his lowest points, giving him somewhere to stay when he didn’t wanna be around the warzone at home. Giving him something to smile about. 

Being around Claire meant spending more time with her brother too, and then when Claire started dating Stacy last year, it was like suddenly he had a second family. People he felt connected to and safe with. They all butted heads sometimes, but everyone always made up by the end of the day.

He was so afraid of losing all of that.

Leon startled out of his thoughts at a hand resting on his arm.

"Hey, are you really okay?" Stacy asked quietly, brows knitted together. She always has been more emotionally attuned than Claire or Chris ever were. Nothing ever got past her.

Leon really hated that about her sometimes.

The siblings continued to fight off to the side, catching the occasional colorful insult as they continued to ignore the other two.

"Just tired I guess.” Leon shrugged noncommittally, “I've had a lot going on and–"

He looked up to notice Stacy’s eyes very pointedly staring at the collar of his turtleneck. His coach had left a hickey near the bottom of his jaw during their pre-game makeout session. Leon tried to keep it covered up but... 

Oh no .

-

Stacy’s eyes immediately lit up, “ Oooooooohh , what’s that you’re trying to hide??” She couldn’t contain her excitement, she knew everything going on in this school. And anything she didn’t know, she had to find out immediately.  

And to have Leon hiding an obvious hickey? Oh, she needed to get the scoop.

She tugged on Claire’s jacket sleeve, “Babe stop fighting with your brother for two seconds! Look at this, Leon has a hickey~!”

Claire cut herself off mid-cuss, snapping her attention to Leon with wide eyes. Leon’s attempts to hide his neck were futile when Stacy grabbed his collar and yanked it down, revealing the fresh, purple bruise that blossomed on his skin.

Claire leaned over Stacy to get a better look, “Holy shit, he really does!.” She stared at it like it was the most interesting thing she’d seen all week. “You didn’t even tell me you were seeing anyone!” She looked back up at him with a mischievous smile, “Come on, you sly dog, who was it? Someone from the football team? That cute guy from history class??”

“Hey come on guys, leave the poor guy alone.” Chris cut in. He took out another cigarette, trying really, really hard to distract himself and pretend the jealousy bubbling in his gut wasn’t there. It wasn’t his business if Leon was dating someone else, right?

-

Leon sat there mortified, his brain short circuiting from embarrassment. He appreciated Chris’s effort, but he knew the two girls wouldn’t let up. He needed to think of something… A lie. He needed to lie. 

"U-uhm… I just– didn't tell you because you wouldn't know him anyways," Leon fidgeted with the now empty can in his hands.

"You sure? I know like– everyone in school. And anyone I don’t know, Stacy definitely knows" Claire laughed.

Shit .

"He… he doesn't go to our school, so! He's um… he goes to college, I met him at the laundromat– our washer broke again."

It was a half truth, their washer at home really did break, meaning he had to have Krauser accompany him to the laundromat when his dad wouldn’t take him. The idea of asking Krauser to fix it had come into his head– the man loved to talk about how he worked on his truck during the weekends, fixing a washing machine couldn’t be too different– but then his dad would ask too many questions. 

So instead his coach drove him to the laundromat, which usually included being finger fucked in the truck as they waited for the wash cycle to finish.

"Ooooohh, you landed a college guy?" Stacy wiggled her brows.

“Where’s he go to school?” Claire asked.

“Um, L-Lake Forest,” Leon stammered, “He uh, he commutes.

Thank god his friends were too excited for him to notice how bad of a liar he is.

“What, couldn’t get into a better college?” Chris sneered off to the side.

"Who cares about that? I wanna know everything about him!” Claire squealed, “What's his name? What's he like? Come on, give us details!".

Leon nervously looked over at Chris, trying to see if he could intervene again. Sadly, Chris was turned away, looking very disinterested in participating further. Seems like Leon’s on his own on this one.

"Well…" Leon started, "his name is uh… Jack– son. Jackson. I don't know his last name though, I never really bothered to ask."

"Jackson, huh? Is he cute? And don't skip on the details, I wanna hear just how dreamy he is," Claire smiled as she leaned in close, completely oblivious of Leon's discomfort.

"I don't know if I'd say cute– "

"Leon, come on,” Stacy interrupted with a scrunched face, “don't tell me you like… made out with some gross guy!"

"Just let me finish! He's not cute, he's more… ruggedly handsome, you know?" He bumbled through his words, "He's buff with a few scars… sharp jaw, dreamy blue eyes… his hair is like this platinum blond too!" Leon sighed happily, thinking of Jack “He’s… so hot…”

Maybe it was cheap that he was just describing Krauser but… He couldn’t even imagine a man more attractive than him if he tried.

"He better be treating you right," Chris grumbled.

"He is!" Leon shot back defensively. As far as he was concerned, Krauser acted like a true gentleman. Giving Leon his jacket when it had started raining one night, buying him nice jewelry and clothes, giving the sweetest kisses… "He's the full package," Leon looked off in the distance, wishing he was with his coach right now.

-

"So have you fucked him?" Stacy asked way too casually

Leon immediately flushed, "Um, well-"

Claire gasped, "You did , didn't you!!!" She and Stacy both squealed in excitement, "Our boy isn't a virgin anymore!! I can't believe you hid this from me!" Claire reached across Stacy and shoved Leon's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Leon laughed nervously, "I just… was anxious and didn't want it getting out, ok? You know how much of a gossip your girlfriend is."

“Well whatever, if you ask me this calls for some celebrating!” Claire patted her pockets, “Babe, do you have my lighter?”

Stacy dug in her purse, pulling out a zippo lighter. It was unmistakably Claire's, engraved with angel wings matching her jacket. It was her prized possession, besides her bicycle.

With practiced ease she flicked it open, the flame bringing a soft warm glow to the atmosphere. She dug a blunt out of her pocket, taking a few puffs to get it started. As she leaned over to pass it to Leon, she locked lips with Stacy, shotgunning the smoke between their mouths.

Leon watched the smoke swirling between their lips, wondering what it'd be like to do that with Jack. Did Coach Krauser even smoke? Leon never saw it, but he wouldn't be surprised if he at least smoked cigarettes. Almost every adult he knew smoked.

The tip of the joint glowed and crackled as Leon took a deep inhale. The smoke burned his throat and lungs going down, but with it came an enveloping warmth that cut through the chill. It reminded him of Krauser's strong arms holding him tight. Warm and safe.

God, he'd just seen Krauser two hours ago and he was already missing him. Was he really that hopeless?

Chris declined to partake, "I have to drive you rugrats home after this" He grumbled

"Fine grandpa, more for us," Claire teased, taking another pull.

The smoke continued to drift into the autumn sky around the teens, sharing conversation, gossip, and laughter between the four of them.

-

It was well into the night now, the slight chill from earlier turning into a biting nip on Leon's flushed cheeks. The warm mirth that came with laughter and being around friends had started to dissipate. They had moved to a parking lot and sat together in Chris' car, a mild shelter from the cold after being shooed away by the gas station manager for being too rowdy. 

He didn't mind sharing the small space with his friends at first, but now he was feeling claustrophobic. Claire and Stacy were sloppily making out in the backseat, and Chris was pointedly glaring out the windshield. 

The stale air between him and Chris was making him anxious. Usually Chris was friendly and inviting to him, but since Stacy had discovered the hickey on his neck… he'd been oddly distant. 

Leon wasn't sure what he could have possibly done to make Chris so upset. Was he really that mad about Leon seeing someone? Why did he care? They've been friends for a while, if this was about unrequited love, then he shouldn't be mad at Leon when he was the one that didn't speak up in time.

Leon bit at his chipped nails, looking out into the dark line of trees. Perhaps he just had too much to drink and smoke, it was all just making him too anxious. 

He's been so busy with Krauser, and school, and the football season… he hasn't been able to hang out with Claire and the rest as much as he’d like. 

A nausea bubbled in his stomach. He was surrounded by his closest friends, and yet… he felt so alone in this moment. So alone when he wasn't with Jack.

What if he was already losing his friends? What if they were all drifting away from him and there was nothing he could do about it? 

The thoughts swirled in his head, a thick cloud settling over him. His stomach churned, his whole world feeling like it was turning upside down in an instant. This wasn't right, this wasn't–

Leon hastily opened the car door, only barely leaning his head through the gap before he hurled  on the pavement, the bile hitting the ground with a sickening splat as he retched and coughed. He felt large hands rubbing his back, could vaguely hear a voice asking if he was alright. Logically he knew it must've been Chris, but in his hazy mind he wished it was Jack. 

He sniffled pathetically as he sat back in his seat, hearing everyone's concerned voices but not registering any of it. 

He wished his coach was here. He just wanted his coach.

"J-Just take me home," Leon slurred, wiping his mouth with a spare McDonald's napkin pulled from the glove box.

-

Claire rubbed Leon's shoulders from the backseat as Chris hastily drove to the house. 

He could hear all three friends fussing and reassuring him. He didn't care, he couldn't do much but slump against the passenger window and groan.

He felt embarrassed, he felt nauseated, he felt like he wanted to throw up again. He wanted out of this car. He was just grateful they weren't too far from his house.

Chris parked on the curb, hurrying to the passenger's side to get the door for Leon. Leon was still more than capable of walking on his own, but all the same Chris escorted him up the pathway to the front door.

Normally Leon would protest, say something about how he didn't wanna get in trouble if his dad saw him with a guy. He was too out of it to really care at this point.

They both stopped at the front door, awkwardly silent and waiting for the other to say something.

"... Thanks, Chris" Leon finally mumbled.

"Don't mention it." Chris said. He wasn't sure what to do. He wanted to comfort Leon, but he didn't wanna come across as too affectionate, so he… patted his hand on Leon's shoulder.

"Just get out of your uniform and get some sleep, ok?"

Leon nodded, opening the door to slip inside without giving Chris another glance.

Chris stared at the door for a moment and huffed. Jesus, he didn't wanna screw things up with Leon but… what if he already had? He trudged back to the car, bracing himself for a barrage of worried chatter from Claire and Stacy.

Leon flopped onto his bed with a groan. Gee, what a stellar end to his night. He looked to his clock, seeing it read 1:32AM

He wished Jack was with him… he thought about Claire and Stacy, how they were able to just be so openly affectionate with each other. Kiss and hug and hold hands and nobody would say anything about it.

He wished he and Jack could have that… It was so hard hiding all the time. He wanted to show the world just how much he loved Jack, and how much Jack loved him.

He huffed and turned over to his other side, holding his stuffed teddy bear close. The haze of the alcohol in his system weighed heavy on his brain, and before long he fell asleep.

Chapter Text

Krauser shuffled around the things on his coffee table, trying- emphasis on trying - to make his place look halfway presentable for their date night.

He couldn’t deny it… His house had become a bit of a bachelor pad since his wife left.

It was strange thinking of Leon being here. They had very rarely seen each other outside of the school week; going out with each other too often could draw suspicion. And when they did see each other, it was never at either of their homes.

But this time, Krauser wanted to do something special. Hell, he'd gone and fallen in love with the cute thing, he figured it was time for the kid to see his humble abode. Have some drinks, some dinner, a movie…

And… other fun things.

The way Leon's face lit up so adorably at the invitation to his house made him wish he'd invited the kid sooner.

A knock at the door shook him from his thoughts. That had to be him. Krauser swiped his hand through his slicked hair one last time, making sure it was all in place. He adjusted his tee shirt, straightened his posture, and opened the door.

Leon stood there bundled up in his winter jacket, his nose and cheeks tinted pink from the winter chill. The light bled through the doorway, washing the teen in a warm glow and making him look like a beacon of warmth and kindness in the dreary Midwestern winter.

Krauser smiled, "Come on in sweetheart, kick your boots off and hang your coat right there. Pizza should be here any minute."

-

Leon's heart was racing in his chest as he stepped through the threshold. Krauser had asked if he wanted to spend the night, and it made Leon so excited he had trouble sleeping and focusing on his schoolwork all week. He just couldn't stop himself from daydreaming of the possibilities; what would the house Coach Krauser lives in be like? 

And now that he was finally here… It felt so unreal and yet absolutely perfect.

He slipped off his clunky winter boots and hung his coat on the rack by the door. He caught his first glance of the living room, with old fashioned wood paneling on the walls matched with beige paint. Everything from the walls to the furniture was outdated, but it strangely suited the man.

"Hope I wasn't too early, sir... I was just so excited!" Leon laughed nervously, cheeks flushed, beaming a bright smile. 

He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Krauser's quaint house. It was familiar and comforting, being surrounded by the elder's scent combined with the mustiness of what must have been cigarette smoke. He couldn’t say he was particularly surprised by the cling of tobacco smoke- he'd never seen his coach smoke before, but he assumed he did. In a strange way it made Krauser seem more alluring and mysterious to him.

He couldn’t deny it, he did find smoking kinda hot.

-

"Of course you're not too early, kitten, I'm excited to see you too" Krauser pulled his tiny body close, locking their lips in a brief but tender kiss. His hand ran up and down the curve of Leon’s back, feeling the soft knit fabric of his dress.

He caught Leon sighing dreamily as they parted, his arms draped lazily around his coach’s strong neck. Always so cute.

"Have a seat on the couch, I'll get you a drink. What do you want?" Krauser said over his shoulder as he headed to his liquor cabinet

-

Leon felt right at home in Krauser's strong arms. He leaned in to the kiss, sighing as he melted in the elder’s embrace. Standing in Krauser’s home, kissing him, it felt… right . It gave him visions of a future of domesticity, right here building a life, a family, in his coach’s arms. 

A tingle ran up his spine at the thought, it was only the beginning of the night and he was already feeling… warm.

He took Krauser’s invitation and sat on the couch, making himself cozy as he tucked into the arm.

"I'll just have pop, any kind will do. I'm not too picky about that sort of thing," Leon said, watching his coach as he anxiously picked at his nails.

He couldn't just say he'd drink alcohol. Sure they were having sex, and generally doing other stuff 17 year olds shouldn’t do, but maybe Krauser was a hardass about underage drinking! Maybe he was setting a trap for Leon to fall into by accepting the drink! He didn’t wanna make Jack mad, he just wanted things to go smoothly and enjoy their night together.

-

Krauser smirked over his shoulder at Leon. It was adorable that he always tried to play the innocent girl in front of his teacher.

"You don't have to play little miss perfect for me, Leon. I'm not as brain dead as everyone else in this town, I know you and the rest of the kids are drinking at house parties on the weekends."

He ignored Leon's bright flush and prepared two glasses of bourbon on the rocks. Might be nice to treat Leon to some quality liquor instead of the cheap shit Krauser's sure he's usually stuck with. Only so much teens can afford on a tight budget consisting of a meager allowance and part-time wages.

"Besides," He handed Leon a glass and slid onto the couch next to him, "You're very mature for your age, I think you can handle more adult drinks."

-

Leon couldn't help but let out an embarrassed laugh when Krauser told him he didn't have to lie. They all thought they'd been so sneaky and careful, but perhaps it was easy enough to just assume kids would be drinking if they had the chance to get away with it.

Leon gladly accepted the glass, a bit hesitant but excited all the same. He flushed even more when Krauser called him mature. Did he really mean that…? His coach was always too kind to him, showering him with love and compliments. He wasn't sure how to respond to the praise, so he took an awkward sip of the drink– only to immediately cough and hack as the liquor burned down his throat.

-

Krauser chuckled and rubbed his back, "Easy there kitten, drink it slowly. You don't just knock these back like a cheap beer.”

He took a long, slow sip of his own bourbon, giving Leon the chance to regain his composure when he heard another knock at the door.

"Must be the pizza," he mumbled as he got back up. And oh boy was Krauser not anticipating being greeted with a head of red hair.

“Heya, coach! Got your pizza right here for you!”

Christ , why did it have to be Burnside .

Krauser very pointedly blocked the door with his large body. He did not need Burnside to get a look inside his house and he especially did not need the kid to see one of his classmates sitting on his damn couch.

“What do I owe ya, Burnside?” Krauser gruffed, pulling a stack of bills from his wallet.

“That’ll be $8.95!” he beamed, adjusting his work cap, “And coach, since I have you here, I was hoping you could listen to my ideas for strategies! The Thanksgiving game is coming up and–"

“Have a good night, Burnside.” Krauser interrupted, shoving $15 in the kid’s hand before grabbing the pizza and shutting the front door in his face.

He took a deep breath, attempting to regain his composure. That encounter just about made his blood pressure skyrocket, but he wasn’t gonna let Burnside of all people ruin tonight.

He walked back to the raggedy couch and put the hot pizza down on the coffee table. Not the most romantic dinner ever, but teens love pizza, right?

"Hope you're not vegetarian, 'cuz I got us sausage and pepperoni," He picked up a VHS copy of Halloween sitting next to the pizza box, "Aaaand I rented a movie for us tonight. You don't mind scary movies, do ya?"

He was sure Leon would say yes to the movie even if he was nervous, always so boldly determined to prove his maturity and go along with whatever his coach told him.

Leon getting scared by the movie wouldn't be the worst outcome though… Having him snuggle in close to Krauser for safety and protection as he covered his eyes during the tense and gorey parts.

Yeah… Krauser was pretty certain this would be a great night.

-

Leon regained his composure with the help of Krauser rubbing his back, grounding himself in the feeling of strong hands soothing him. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and flushed, “Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting that kick!”

He looked up and watched Krauser take a smooth sip of his own, showing his maturity and experience as he swallowed it down with ease. Mr. Krauser always seemed so cool… he couldn’t help but wonder what the elder was doing wasting his time with an immature dork like him.

The sound of the doorbell snapped him out of his thoughts, his eyes following Krauser to the door. He couldn’t help but chuckle at Krauser making himself big in the doorway. It made sense, he wanted to make sure nobody could spot Leon in here, but it made him look like an agitated, puffed up cat. 

He could only catch the occasional word, but the sound of Steve’s voice was unmistakable. Shit , it was a good thing Krauser made sure nobody could spot him. Steve is such a blabbermouth, if he saw Leon here then the whole school would know by Monday. A wave of sadness washed over him, feeling dejected all over again at the reminder that nobody would approve of his and Coach Krauser’s love.

The inviting smell of warm pizza brought him right back as Krauser dropped the box on the table, "Hope you're not vegetarian, cuz I got us sausage and pepperoni," He said. "Aaaand I rented a movie for us tonight. You don't mind scary movies, do ya?"

"I tried being vegetarian for a bit with Claire, but god I gave up on that after, like, a week." Leon smiled brightly and grabbed a slice. “I do like sausage though!” He couldn't help but let a childish giggle escape at his double entendre. He watched Krauser push the tape in the VCR, "I haven’t seen this one yet" Leon said, taking a greasy bite of pizza. "I've watched a few scary movies with Chris and Claire, but they were all really bad and totally not scary! They both have horrible taste in movies."

-

Krauser gave Leon an amused smirk. He enjoyed listening to Leon idly chatter about his friends, telling him what they’re like and what kinda trouble they all get into. He liked hearing about the other parts of Leon’s life Krauser wasn’t allowed to be a part of.

He flicked the lights off while the movie got started and headed back to join Leon on the couch. He was excited to show this movie to Leon tonight. It was a classic, he remembered taking his son Russell to see it in theaters when the kid was only 11. The poor boy got the shit scared out of him, and his wife was pissed at him for it, but it was a fond memory all the same. 

It was one of the last times he got to share a happy memory with his son, after all.

Leon snuggled in close to him, completely enraptured as he nursed his pizza and booze, the glow of the tv screen shining in his large eyes.

Krauser was watching Leon more than the movie, enjoying watching his reactions and making sure to ply him with more liquor any time his glass ran empty.

He must have seen this movie a million times by now. He remembered every beat, every kill and when it happened. His favorite part was always when Michael came in dressed as a sheet ghost sporting sunglasses, it made him chuckle every time.

Leon, however, was getting visibly more frightened as the movie went on. He tucked in close to Krauser, covering his eyes during the particularly scary parts where Michael was lurking in the shadows. Krauser couldn’t help but smile to himself, pulling the teen in closer and squeezing his shoulder tight.

The end credits rolled and Krauser flicked the tableside lamp on, wrapping his burly arms around Leon and planting a kiss on the top of his head.

“Did you like the movie, kitten? I hope it wasn’t too scary for you.”

-

Leon happily chowed down on the pizza as he cuddled and drank with Krauser. He'd never seen this movie before so he wasn't quite sure what to expect. The opening was tense, startling Leon as he watched the perspective of a child stabbing his nude sister. It did get a bit boring after that, but he kept watching all the same as Krauser poured him another drink. And then another… and another.

He snuggled in closer to his coach. His whole body felt warm, the world going a bit hazier with each sip of his drink. He couldn't help but feel the familiar tingling in his tummy when the inevitable sex scene showed up. It made him think of what he and his coach could do together once the movie was over…

He was distracted from those thoughts when the suspense ramped up. His whole body tensed up as he squeezed tight against his coach and covered his eyes. Before he knew it, the movie was over, and Krauser clicked the tableside lamp on.

The elder planted a kiss on the top of his head. “Did you like the movie, kitten? I hope it wasn’t too scary for you.”

"It was… a lil' scary…" Leon slurred, trying to play it cool in spite of the bourbon hitting him. "I kept thinking Michael was dead, but he just kept coming back…! Tha's pretty unfair if you ask me."

Leon emptied his glass once more, setting it on the coffee table next to the now empty pizza box. He stretched his limbs as he sat, sighing like a content cat. His whole body relaxed into the cushions as he looked over at Krauser, dazed.

"Wha's next?" Leon asked, eyelids heavy.

-

"Sure seem to be liking the bourbon." Krauser chuckled, "Want me to refresh your drink?" Leon gave a drowsy but enthusiastic nod. Krauser drank just as much as Leon had tonight, but it was certainly hitting the teen a lot harder. Krauser was more amused by it than anything, seeing the usually fussy and anxious teen suddenly become so laid back.

"I was thinkin’ we'd try somethin’… a little more fun." Krauser went back to his liquor cabinet, pulling an amber bottle and two shot glasses. Leon gave him an inquisitive look.

"You ever taken shots of whiskey before, kid?" Leon shook his head, and Krauser chuckled, "You'll like it, swear. The taste is harsh, got more of a kick to it, but the thrill from it is amazing." He placed the bottle and glasses on the table.

Krauser could see the apprehension on the teen's face. "Don't worry, I'm right here, Leon. Just try it this once for me, ok? Here," he sat down and handed Leon a cup of cola, "it helps to chase it with something sweet."

He poured the shots and gave one to Leon. The boy held the tiny glass delicately in his fingers as he looked to his coach, looking helplessly nervous.

God , he never gives up on looking so cute.

Krauser raised his glass, "To us. Cheers, Leon."

He knocked the glass back, feeling the familiar burn as the whiskey slid to the back of his throat. Man, that was something he would never get tired of. He slammed his glass back down on the table with a grunt. He watched Leon taking his own shot, clearly handling it with way less grace as his face scrunched up. He sloppily placed the glass back down, tipping it over in his haste as he reached for his cup of soda. He chugged it down as his other hand fanned his face.

Krauser laughed at the show, "See? Wasn’t so bad now, was it?" He leaned back into the cushions, lighting a cigarette and taking a long, relaxing pull, his free arm draped across the back of the couch.

-

Leon's mind was going fuzzy. God, bourbon was definitely much more different from the cheap beer Claire usually buys for them. He was only following Krauser’s lead and now the room was practically spinning around him. Oh god , could Krauser tell how drunk he was? His face felt like he was aflame, he was so embarrassed. This probably just proved to Krauser that he wasn’t the cool, mature adult he pretended to be for his coach.

Though that didn’t seem to be a problem for the elder, who just poured two shots of whiskey for them to share. Leon watched his coach knock the shot back with ease before looking back down at his own shot. Well, the only way he was gonna do this is if he just did it. 

He raised the glass to his lips and held his breath. One… two… three…

The strong, burning taste of the liquor immediately flooded his mouth, overwhelming his senses and stinging his eyes. His body immediately rejected it, his instinct screamed at him to spit it out, but he forced it down. Boy , was he thankful his coach gave him some cola to chase it down. He took big gulps from his cup, fanning the tears away until the burn mostly subsided. He brought his cup back down with a cough. Well, he wasn’t as smooth and cool as his coach was, but at least he kept it down.

Krauser laughed at Leon's reaction, "See? Wasn’t so bad now, was it?" He leaned back into the cushions, lighting a cigarette and taking a long pull, his free arm draped across the back of the couch.

Leon took advantage of the elder's open arm and cuddled back in, happy to finally show Krauser all his affection in a safe space. The blinds on the windows were closed and the tableside lamp gave a warm glow to the wood-paneled room. The tabaco tickled his nose but he couldn't help but breathe in the smoke, the sickly sweet undertone relaxing him further.

"I’m scared about goin’ to sleep tonight," Leon pouted. "That Halloween guy will find us…." Leon looked up at Krauser, who was looking right back at him with a smirk on his face. Leon slowly climbed onto Krauser’s lap, his tits squeezing against his coach’s sturdy body "You wouldn't let him get me… would you ?"

-

Krauser didn't miss the sultry tone in Leon's voice. He was getting that look in his eye, that look that meant he wanted to have his brains fucked out and he wanted it bad . Krauser was pleased with the result, he'd been wanting to know what it would be like to fuck the little cheerleader while he was drunk.

He looked Leon up and down as he took another long, considerate pull from his cigarette. The smoke trailed from his lips as he smirked, "I'd tear him apart before I let him get to you, kitten."

He meant it too. He was too addicted to this little thing, he'd murder anyone standing in his way before he'd let Leon be taken away from him.

Leon smiled, that lustful look still in his eye. The coach felt the teen's grip tightening on the front of his shirt, could practically feel his body vibrating with desire.

Krauser took another long pull, only barely taking the cigarette away from his mouth before the teen's plush lips were on his again.

-

Leon wasn't sure what he was doing, going in for a kiss as Krauser's mouth was full of smoke. But it didn't bother him, not as the haze filled his lungs as he breathed it in. The headache of a sweet rush made him press further, his tits squishing against Krauser's own as he grinded his hips. His panties were soaking wet, his sensitive clit throbbing as he humped against his coach’s wide thigh.

"Kraussher, mishter Krausher… Kissh me," Leon whined, running his hands sloppily through the elder's slicked back hair.

-

Krauser growled deep in his chest. Oh yes , this was going the exact direction he hoped it would. With one arm wrapped around Leon's waist, he laid him back on the seat cushion, towering over him with his large body as he closed the distance for another string of kisses.

Leon was clearly less coordinated than usual at this point, but what he lacked in coordination he made up for in blatant enthusiasm, whining and sighing into his coach’s open mouth.

Krauser came back up, taking one last puff of his cigarette before snuffing it in the ashtray. With his thumb he gripped Leon’s chin, firmly coaxing him to open his mouth. He captured Leon’s plush lips and exhaled, transferring the smoke from his lungs to the teenager's. The simple act of intimacy exhilarated him, wisps escaping as they parted. He watched the smoke trail from Leon's glossed lips, swirling up to the ceiling before dissolving into the air.

God , he had never wanted his cock inside someone more in his life.

But he had other plans first. It was a special night, right? He wanted to make his princess feel special.

With large hands running up the teen's thigh, he hiked up Leon's skirt, hooking his thumbs into his lace trimmed panties and pulling them down in one smooth motion.

The smell of sex and pheromones filled the air, only getting stronger as the coach traced his nose down the inside of Leon's plush thigh, bringing himself closer to the teen's already sopping wet cunt.

He always liked when the little cheerleader showed enthusiasm.

-

Leon gasped as he was manhandled to lay down on the couch. His head was spinning, the alcohol clearly affecting him so strongly that he couldn't deny it anymore. He was incredibly drunk. 

But as Jack brought their lips together again, he wasn't bothered by that sudden lack of control. In fact, Leon welcomed it. He tried his best to keep up all the same, whining and grabbing whenever Krauser tried to pull away to breathe. He wanted everything his coach could give him and more. Jack always left him craving, starving and desperate.

Krauser's strength won out in the end as he pulled away to finish off his cigarette, putting it out. Coming back down, he opened Leon's mouth with his strong hand, exhaling the smoke into the teen's waiting mouth. Leon inhaled as much as he could, enjoying the buzz of nicotine as he followed his coach's silent orders. Krauser could tell him to do anything, and as long as Leon was rewarded by getting pounded by his enormous cock, he'd do it without hesitation. It was unfair just how much he loved the elder man.

Soon enough his panties were taken off and Krauser had his nose against his trembling inner thighs. His coach had fingered him plenty of times, had used his cunt as a sex toy, but it wasn’t too often that he put his mouth… down there. Leon couldn't help the inhuman squeal that left his throat as Krauser suddenly licked through his folds and up to his clit. It was so simple but such an electrifying feeling. If this is what recieving head felt like to Krauser, he understood why he had the teen blowing him all the time. 

What he couldn't understand, though, was why he was so sensitive, why his leg involuntarily kicked around Krauser's shoulders as his chubby clit was nibbled at. The pain mixing with the pleasant stimulation in his intoxicated brain, making him feel good .

Leon unashamedly moaned and writhed on the couch as Krauser ate him out, the coach's wide tongue fucking inside of his sloppy cunt. 

He couldn't control his volume, eyes filling with tears as he cried out. Krauser's hands dug into his plush thighs, trying to keep them under control, but Leon couldn’t help but fight back. It was all so sensitive, so overwhelming . He ran his hands through Krauser's hair and gripped tightly as he bucked his hips. He wasn't going to last long at this pace.

-

Christ , Krauser should bring him home more often if Leon was gonna be this vocal. Being able to hear him at full volume without a worry of anyone hearing them was bliss .

Krauser rumbled deep in his chest as he continued to lap between the cheerleader’s thighs. It wasn’t all too common for Krauser to eat Leon out, but when he did treat him to it… Fuck , he couldn’t get enough of the teen’s sweet, juicy peach.

Leon was bucking like a wild bull, legs kicking as the kid humped his face. It took all of Krauser’s strength to keep him still enough to keep working him. His hands gripped Leon’s hips hard enough to bruise as his tongue continued to swirl inside his hole.

Looks like this was gonna be a quick one if the teen’s reactions pointed to anything. His little doll was oversensitive, riled up from the alcohol. He was gonna cum fast and he was gonna cum hard .

“That’s it, Leon…” He whispered, pulling his mouth away for only a second before he took the cheerleader’s fat, swollen clit into his mouth. He sucked on it, swirled his tongue around it as he plunged two fingers into his drenched cunt.

He knew this would really drive the kid wild. There was no chance he was gonna last long like this.

-

Leon wailed as his clit was deliciously sucked. Everything was so slippery wet by his pussy he barely knew where his cunt ended and Krauser's tongue began. His nerves were beginning to fry, the pin prick pleasure from his sensitive t-dick being sucked on, the one hand grabbing his waist for dear life while the other busied its fingers fucking him open… it was all too much too soon-!

Leon screamed, loudly, to the point his vocal cords hurt . He was cumming, squirting, all across Krauser's scarred face. The dam of squirt and cyprine flooded out as his entire body spasmed. He couldn't stop his legs from shaking, tensing and relaxing as his back arched. His eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open as he gasped for air, lungs heaving and bouncing his chest with it. His body was pulled back like a tense rubberband. Until suddenly it snapped and Leon collapsed, his body suddenly becoming dead weight. Overwhelmed, drunk, and happy, he passed out.

-

Krauser drank in the juices that sprayed across his chin, greedy for all of it. Saccharine sweet nectar flowing from his kitten's perfect, beautiful pussy.

Leon was making a racket of noise, flailing around as he came; too overwhelmed with the sensations wracking his body, until all at once… he was suddenly still.

Krauser sat himself back up, wiping the excess on his shirt and watching Leon's chest rise and fall with his breathing. Alcohol must have hit him harder than Krauser anticipated if the kid could pass out in the middle of sex like this. He chuckled to himself, thinking about the last time Leon passed out on him. The first time they had sex.

There was no waking Leon up in this state, he was out cold… Not that Krauser particularly minded that.

In fact… it gave him a whole new sense of control over the little thing, a sense of power that intoxicated him.

He leaned down, planting gentle kisses on Leon's lips and jaw, feeling no reaction to the touch. Slowly, he slipped his hands under Leon's dress, shifting it up until he pushed the fabric over his luscious, flawless breasts.

He took one in each hand, massaging them, teasing and tugging at the nipples adorned with bejeweled barbells. His large, bountiful breasts held such a perfect weight in his hands that Krauser couldn't get enough of.

He decided Leon probably wouldn't mind too much if his dress was taken off. After all… he was always eager to please his coach. Always such a good kitten for him.

It was easy with Krauser's strength to maneuver Leon's body as he pleased, with little to no resistance. He slipped the dress over his head, tossing it unceremoniously onto the floor beside him, before going back to massaging Leon's now naked body, feeling the luscious curves and nibbling at his neck.

-

Leon was warm, passed out. Nothing but black in his vision. His body was overwhelmed by a hard orgasm and strong drink. A part of him was aware of the touches, of his dress being removed and his breasts being groped by strong hands. His eyelids stayed heavy all the same, his mind clouded, body unresponsive. He trusted his coach to take care of him.

-

God, he was so fucking hard right now. He didn’t expect to have this much fun toying with his kitten's unconscious body. It had worried him the first time Leon had passed out on him, making him nervous that he had gone too far. But now? Now he couldn’t resist the possibilities of what he could do with Leon under his complete control.

He pulled his shirt off and unfastened his pants, slipping his engorged cock free of his boxers. He had given Leon more than enough pleasure, and now Krauser was absolutely throbbing for any satisfaction in return. He was going to take what was owed to him.

Leon’s breathing shifted as he grumbled softly, but the alcohol still had a strong hold over him. Krauser hooked the cheerleader's legs around his sturdy hips, lining his tip up to Leon’s entrance before sliding inside with a practiced ease.

The sensation was incredible, but hard to explain. Being inside Leon was so familiar, and yet at the same time so different than when the teen was unconscious. His hole was more than relaxed enough, especially after the intense orgasm, allowing Krauser to slide in with little resistance. His walls gently flexed and fluttered around his coach’s cock, as if it recognized him, wanting to welcome him in. Reacting as if it were completely separate from the unconscious body he was on top of.

Leon sighed gently, his brows twitching, his body fighting to regain consciousness. Whether he woke up or not didn’t make much difference to Krauser, as long as the coach could get his fill.

He slid his cock back and forth, in and out, picking up the pace with each thrust.

-

Leon was sitting on the edge of a wooden boat adrift in a large lake. He could see the outline of a shore, but everything was too muggy, hazy. The vessel rocked with the calm waves, up and down. It reminded him of when his mom and dad used to take him on trips to Lake Michigan. He missed those days. It was one of the only times his family could pretend to actually be… happy .

He laid down, letting the motion relax him, soothing his exhausted brain. He sighed, content in the relaxing silence.

Apparently it wasn't meant to last long as the waves suddenly changed, growing in strength and knocking him around the boat. He struggled to sit up, his leg getting caught in a pile of rope tied to the anchor. He grunted as he tried to untangle himself, water splashing into the boat as the rope tightened.

-

Sweat beaded on Krauser's brow as he picked up the pace, ramming his cock's head into the softening cervix nestled deep inside Leon.

The teen started to writhe in his sleep, his face twisted as he softly whimpered and moaned. A nightmare? An effort to wake himself up? Either way, his cunt started clenching deliciously around the dick inside it.

Krauser bit his lip with a growl, gripping Leon's hips as he continued to ram him, the teen's fat tits bouncing rhythmically to the thrusts, his arm hanging limp off the side of the couch.

Leon's whimpers only increased in volume, though he still wasn't fully present. Krauser pressed kisses on his cheek and neck tenderly.

"That's it baby girl, it's ok, you're gonna be alright. Daddy’s got you."

He thrust his cock in deep once, twice, and on the third thrust he broke through the barrier inside, reaching his cock deep into the teen’s womb. Just where it belonged.

Fuck was that initial breach always an amazing feeling. Krauser watched Leon's face, the teen's plush lips parted as he continued to pant and whine in his sleep. He was in the deepest part of the kid's body, and the little thing wasn't even aware of it happening.

Something about that… made him throb .

He captured the cheerleader's lips in a kiss, plunging his tongue deep in his mouth as he picked up his thrusting once more. He pounded his rock hard cock deep, wanting to make sure to claim every inch of the body that belonged to him.

-

Leon yelped as something large bumped the bottom of the boat, startling him. The violent waves weren't stopping, nor did they show any sign of easing up, threatening to tip over the rickety old boat in their erratic dance. He looked into the depths of the deep dark lake, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever it was that was beneath him, that was pulling on the rope. The water was too murky to see much, but he could swear he saw a dark mass moving in the water below. 

He scrambled backwards in the boat, trying frantically to get the rope untangled from his leg, his stomach churning from the rough waves. 

In the end, it was futile. The rope pulled taut, his vision spun as he was pulled into the water. He couldn’t breathe, surrounded by a murky blackness that swallowed him whole. He was helpless as he was dragged further down… down…

Leon jolted awake, disoriented, confused, and aching. There was something in his mouth, licking around his tongue and reaching the back of his throat. Leon gagged at the sudden sensation, not fully realizing what was happening in his foggy mind. Whatever was happening, he couldn’t pull his head away. His eyesight was blurry, he could only see the shape of a large silhouette surrounded by the smell of a familiar masculine musk. All he felt was a deep aching pain and pleasure that could only come from being speared by a large cock. Was someone… fucking him right now? 

His hazy vision shifted, filling in the gaps of the information his brain couldn’t comprehend. He couldn't focus on any one thing, barely able to keep himself conscious enough to register he was having sex with someone. One moment it was his dad on top of him, gripping his hair violently as he was fucked on the couch in their family home. The next it was one of the cops at the station, taking his turn as he was passed around from officer to officer like a common plaything. 

It didn’t matter who it was, it didn’t matter if he wanted it… it felt too good to care as he was swallowed in the pleasure. His stomach tightened with each violent punch of cock in his womb, his guts being rearranged. 

It was a voice rumbling in his ear that finally brought him back to the present. 

“You’re doing so good for me, babydoll, Daddy’s right here.”

His coach… Coach Krauser… Jack…

That’s right… he was with Jack. With what little strength he could muster, he wrapped his arms around the strong shoulders surrounding him. His coach would always keep him safe.

“ Ahhnn~ D-Daddy… Daddy please I need, I need to–” He didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence before he cried out, overwhelmed and delirious from the pleasure. The tension in his tummy released as juices flowed from his puffy, used up cunt. His entire body seized up, muscles convulsing violently. He didn’t realize he had started peeing until it was too late. He whimpered pathetically as he was helpless to stop it, his bladder emptying on the couch and on Mr. Krauser.

He was so embarrassed, humiliated . He completely lost control of himself and his body and now he laid here looking like an idiot. He broke out into sobs, covering his face as he sniffled.

“Oh god, M-Mr. Krauser, Jack, I-I’m so sorry… !”

-

He could feel Leon’s entire body tense up as he suddenly jolted awake with a gasp. Krauser wove his finger’s into the cheerleader’s dirty blond hair, holding him in place and preventing him from breaking the kiss. 

Leon whimpered, his eyes squeezed shut as he gagged around his coach’s tongue. Krauser finally pulled back, giving his student a chance to catch his breath as he whimpered and gasped for air.

He could feel it. He was so close to cumming, he just needed a little longer.

He stroked his student’s hair, soothing his panicked whimpers as he continued to pound his cock deep.

“You’re doing so good for me, babydoll, Daddy’s right here.”

A glimmer of recognition shined in Leon’s eye as he came back to himself. His pussy fluttered around his coach’s cock as he cried.

“ Ahhnn~ D-Daddy… Daddy please I need, I need to–”

His mouth hung open, eyes rolling back in his skull as he came. His entire body convulsed violently before releasing all at once.

But it wasn’t only cum that Leon was spraying… he was clearly pissing too, releasing his full bladder in a moment of ecstasy he lost control in.

Hell, Krauser didn’t mind much. If anything, it just spurred him on more seeing his little kitten completely lose control of himself like that. He buried himself to the hilt, emptying his heavy balls into Leon’s warm, waiting womb.

Leon broke out into sobs as Krauser pulled out, clearly overwhelmed by everything all at once. He tried in vain to wipe the snot and tears running down his face as he hid himself with his arms and sobbed.

“Oh god, M-Mr. Krauser, Jack, I-I’m so sorry… !”

Krauser shushed him softly, coaxing his arms out of the way so he could wipe the tears away with the pad of his thumb, “Hey now, ain’t nothing to be so worked up about. It was an old couch anyway, no harm no foul.” He stroked Leon’s hair and looked into his red, puffy eyes. "Let’s get you and I all cleaned up, yeah?”

Leon wiped away the tears with the back of his hand and nodded. Krauser picked him up in his arms, carrying him bridal style to the bathroom. Leon quietly sobbed into his coach’s chest as he nodded off again.

-

Leon wasn't able to drift off as fully as before, blinking his heavy eyes open every once in a while to a new place, a new sensation. He could hear the rushing of water as he was seated on something hard. His vision was blurry but he could make out Krauser's form in front of him, smiling at him. He could hear garbled words but couldn't put them together, but when Krauser placed what must've been his hand on his cheek, Leon leaned into it, moaning softly.

He awoke again in the bathtub, warm water surrounding him. He could hear splashing and jolted at the sensation of rough material being rubbed up against his sensitive cunt. Leon whined, wanting to push whatever it was away, but he couldn't muster up the strength to do anything more than twitch his fingers.

-

Poor thing ended up being so tuckered out from the night, the alcohol keeping a heavy hold on his consciousness.

Krauser carried Leon into the bathroom, sitting him on the toilet seat while he drew the water for a bath. He took extra care to make sure it was nice and warm, pouring in some of the floral bath oils his wife left here years ago that he just never bothered to get rid of.

Leon barely stirred the whole time, his eyelids occasionally fluttering open as he took deep, even breaths.

After the bath was perfectly set, Krauser kneeled in front of Leon with a warm smile.

“I’m gonna put you in the tub now, ok kitten?” He stroked Leon’s cheek tenderly, watching him lean into the touch as his parted lips let out a sigh.

Guess he’d take that as a yes.

He picked Leon back up, lowering him into the soapy water as best he could. His bad shoulder definitely protested, but he didn’t mind. It was worth it if it meant making sure his little girl was taken care of.

He peeled off his own clothes, completely saturated with various bodily fluids, and tossed them in the hamper. He made a mental note to make sure to wash his and Leon’s clothes. But that could be a problem for tomorrow. For now, he just wanted to enjoy this relaxing bath with his student.

He slid into the tub behind Leon, letting the warm water relax his aching muscles. He let Leon lay back and rest on his chest as he got the wash rag ready. He started with scrubbing and massaging the teenager’s shoulders, before moving down beneath the surface of the water.

He tried to be as gentle as he could, but he knew Leon’s pussy would be oversensitive at this point. He ignored Leon’s weak attempts to whine and protest, making sure to get every nook and cranny properly clean.

Once that was done with, he moved onto washing the cheerleader’s hair. It was more to be a little extra indulgent than anything, taking the opportunity to run his hands through his soft dirty blond hair.

He got Leon’s hair soaked and lathered, swirling the suds around in soothing circles as he placed tender kisses on the back of Leon’s neck.

Somehow, just sharing this quiet bliss together as they bathed… This was Krauser’s favorite part of the night so far.

-

Leon hummed sleepily as calloused fingers ran through his hair, massaging his scalp with soapy shampoo. He'd never been this pampered before; he felt a bit bad for barely being awake during it. But Krauser seemed to be enjoying himself despite it, so he relaxed back into his coach's chest and let himself be taken care of as he slipped back to sleep.

He was awoken to the loud sound of the tub being drained as he was back on the hard surface with a scratchy towel around him. He sniffled, his nose runny from all the steam. Krauser was busy drying himself off, giving Leon the chance to just watch and admire his built, beefy muscles. He looked at the scars that trailed along the coach's whole body, covering him in marks of all shapes and sizes. He had seen them all before, but he never knew the stories of how Krauser got them… He should ask him someday. He wanted to know more about the man he'd fallen in love with.

He snuggled back into his towel, barely realizing he drifted off again until Krauser was shaking him awake again.

"Let's get you into some clean clothes, baby. Then you can get some sleep, alright?" Krauser offered, his gruff voice uncharacteristically soft.

Leon nodded and stood up, legs shaky as a newborn  deer. He leaned up against the blond as he was led out of the bathroom and right into the bedroom. He'd only ever seen bedrooms with an en suite bathroom in movies before. He followed Krauser's instruction to sit on the bed as the man went through his dresser, trying to find clothes that would fit the teen.

As Leon watched from the bed, he could only think about how nice it'd be to have a bedroom like this.

-

Krauser pulled out an old tee shirt and some gym shorts from his drawer. They were both a bit too big for Leon's smaller frame, but they’d have to do; it was simply too cold to sleep naked. He pulled a pair of sweatpants out for himself and handed the clothes to Leon.

The teen's eyes were still a little bleary, fighting off the sleep in a losing battle. With what little coordination he had left, Leon managed to slip on the clothes and dry his hair with the towel.

He looked comfy enough in the elder’s clothes, the fabric laying on his curves differently than they do on Krauser. He couldn’t help but think his little princess looked adorable in the oversized outfit.

Krauser climbed onto the mattress, holding the blanket open and inviting Leon to tuck in with him. The cheerleader gladly obliged, sliding in next to his coach, their bodies slotting together like puzzle pieces. Leon wrapped his arms around his coach, hugging him like a big teddy bear as he nestled into the man’s chest. Krauser returned the embrace, keeping the kid safely at his side.

He wished he could hold Leon like this every night. What had previously been a sad and lonely home now felt… warm . Everything felt whole again with his darling Leon at his side.

He kissed the top of the teen's head, “I love you so much kitten, sleep well.”

Leon only managed to mumble half of a good night wish in return before he completely drifted off.

Krauser chuckled, burying his nose in Leon’s hair and taking a deep breath of the fresh, clean floral scent before sleep soon took him as well.

Chapter Text

For Krauser, the holidays had become nothing more than a reminder of just how lonely he was nowadays. His parents were long dead and he'd gotten divorced from his wife years ago, his son being taken in the separation. All he really had left as viable options were his old army buddies, but they had their own families and festivities to attend to- not to mention they were all states away.

He supposed there was always Vice Principal Wesker. He'd grown something resembling a friendship with the guy during his years at Raccoon City High, but something about the man’s offputting demeanor told Krauser he probably didn’t have much in the way of holiday plans. Like hell he was gonna stoop so low as to hang out with a coworker on Christmas Eve anyway. 

In the end, all he really had was Leon.

Which is why he was currently climbing up the side of the teen's house. He certainly wouldn't recommend anyone to try scaling up a house while carrying a shopping bag, let alone a man his age with an old army injury. But, well, sometimes guys just did stupid shit for love.

Luckily there was an old trellis that somehow held his hefty weight, the dead ivy crunching under his boots as he climbed. He eventually, in one piece, reached the top and peered through the bedroom window. It looked like Leon wasn’t in there, meaning he was free to invite himself in. Sliding the creaky window open, he slipped into the lamp lit bedroom and was immediately surrounded by pink . Lots and lots of pink . He couldn't help but give a light chuckle as he looked around, of course his little princess loved the color.

Shutting the window carefully behind him, he took the chance to explore a bit more, looking at the little trinkets, baubles, and cheer trophies laid out around his room. He turned his attention to the teen’s makeup vanity sitting in the corner. Colorful and cute stickers decorated the old stained mirror, necklaces and bracelets hanging from a jewelry rack next to it. On the wall hung a bulletin board, covered in photos of Leon with his friends at various ages. One in particular caught his eye. He could only assume it was Leon, looking about 5 years old, wearing a frilly dress with birthday cake smeared all over his face. The image made Krauser laugh, imagining the usually serious and studious teenager being a silly kid.

He made his way to the twin sized bed to hide his bag underneath it. Didn't want to ruin the surprise right away, after all. When he lifted up the comforter and ducked down, he spotted a suspicious shoebox tucked away. It piqued his interest, getting him wondering what kind of things the young teen would wanna keep stashed away. Leon was still downstairs, the TV blaring through the floorboards. Krauser probably had a few minutes to spare. He decided to take the opportunity to indulge his curiosity as he pulled the box out.

Flipping it open, he wasn’t surprised to see the pink vibrator and lube he bought for the boy a month or so ago. Though he was amused that they were lying next to a stack of ripped out magazine pictures of muscular men. Krauser laughed and shook his head. No wonder the poor boy was so needy all the time when this was all he had to tide himself over. Thank god Krauser had decided to pick him up a couple more sex toys, his kitten shouldn't have to manage with meager crumbs. He gave one last chuckle before closing the box and carefully tucking it back under the bed where he found it.

He needed to make sure to show Leon some actual quality porn sometime.

Now he just had to hide himself until Leon came up. The digital alarm clock on the teen's rickety bedside table read 10:57 PM, he should be heading off to bed soon.

He looked around the small bedroom for a place to hide. The bed was far too short for him to fit his hulking frame under. The vanity and dresser were obviously not good options either. He decided his only real choice was the closet. It was a total cliché, but hell, it was cliché for a reason.

Opening the chipped slatted doors as quietly as he could, he was met with a neatly organized collection of shirts and dresses. A small shoe rack sat to the left, Leon's usual white tennis shoes sitting next to a few pairs of heels. He tucked himself behind the clothing, surrounding himself with the scent of cheap laundry detergent. Closing the doors as carefully as he could, he waited.

-

Leon crept from the bathroom in nothing but a tank top and panties, keeping himself as small as possible. He tiptoed across the hallway, doing his best to reach the stairs without being noticed by his father. Mr. Kennedy was still sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the screen as a rerun of It’s a Wonderful Life played on the television. A fifth of rum sat on the coffee table in front of him, opened and already half empty.

Leon kept his eyes on his father from the hall, praying to any god that was out there his dad wouldn’t start anything. He only managed to get his foot on the first step when his dad’s gruff voice called his name.

“Madison.” He shouted without breaking eye contact from the tv. 

Leon’s shoulders tensed. God , he’d asked his dad a million times not to use that name… He huffed, “What?” he called from the stairs.

“Don’t ‘what’ me, you get over here when I call for you!” He barked. He only bothered to break his gaze from the screen when Leon was standing right next to him. He gave the kid a glaring look up and down, “Yer not goin’ out anywhere tomorrow, ya hear me?” He slurred, “No runnin’ off with yer dumbass friends makin’ trouble, I want you right here, understood?”

Leon opened and closed his mouth a few times, wanting to protest. Truthfully, he was planning on sneaking off in the morning to spend the day with the Redfields. Anything to get away from spending Christmas in this hell hole. Not like his dear old dad did anything nice for him on the holidays anyway. And maybe that’s why he told Leon to stay home, just so he could throw his weight around and make Leon as miserable as possible.

But it wasn’t worth the argument, it never was… So he just folded his arms with a sigh “Yes…” he mumbled.

“Yes, what? ”

Leon pulled his lips into a tight line, “Yes, sir. ”

Mr. Kennedy lolled his head back, a crooked satisfied smirk on his face, “See, was’n so bad now was it? Could learn a thing ‘r two ‘bout respectin’ yer elders…” he grumbled. His eyes went hazy as he stared at Leon for an uncomfortably long time. He placed a hand on his daughter’s thigh, stroking it absently, “Besides, wouldn’ it be nice to spend Christmas with yer old man?”

Leon knew what that look in his dad’s eye meant. The hairs stood up on the back of his neck, bile building in his throat. Before he could even stop himself, he swatted his father’s hand away with disgust. He only realized moments later the mistake he made when he saw his father’s face twist with rage.

Shit.

Leon immediately bolted up the stairs, his father shambling behind him like a feral beast. He didn’t even know what his plan was, he just followed his instinct to run.

He reached his bedroom and attempted to throw the door shut behind him, only for his dad to catch the door and bust it back open with a bang. Leon yelped as his father grabbed at him. He spun Leon around and gripped his face with surprising force, squeezing hard and slamming him into the wall.

The room swirled around him, spots blooming in his vision from his head colliding with the hard plaster. Complete terror and panic gripped him, “I-I’m sorry daddy, I’m sorry!” he cried.

Mr. Kennedy sneered, " You’re sorry? You're sorry!? Yeah, you fuckin' will be, you useless whore!" He landed a punch right on Leon’s temple, making his ears ring as he cried, “You have a lotta fuckin’ nerve, thinkin’ you can be a brat like that and get away with it!” He held his face inches from Leon's, spit flying from his mouth as he shouted, “You’re in my house, which means you go along with whatever I tell you to do!”

Leon gripped his dad's wrist, weakly struggling in his hold. He could feel the blood being cut off from his brain, the pressure building in his head. He was completely helpless, unable to do anything but cry and beg.

His dad continued, "I tell you to suck my fucking cock, you do it! I tell you to make this house spotless, you do it! As long as you're under this roof, you belong to me and you do what I say, do you understand!?"

Leon nodded back frantically, tears welling in his wide eyes.

" I said do you understand!?"

"Yes! Yes, sir!" Leon squeezed his eyes shut, as if it would make this whole nightmare disappear.

Mr. Kennedy nodded, satisfied, “Good.” He stepped back and threw Leon onto the bed, “You stay right here. I'm running out for smokes, and if I find out you stepped a single foot out of this room while I'm gone, I'll fucking kill you.”

Leon just nodded back, taking in gulps of air. His dad leveled him with one last glare before slamming the door behind him, his heavy footsteps going back down the stairs and out the front door.

Leon stared at the door as he took deep, shivering breaths, his pulse racing. Tears slid down his cheeks, but he barely reacted. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t do anything but blankly stare at the spot his father was moments ago.

-

Krauser sat in the closet, bars of light bleeding through the slats and spreading across his chest. He could distantly hear the tv downstairs, and a voice talking. He was getting a bit antsy with the wait, but he knew it’d be worth it to see Leon’s face light up in surprise at seeing his coach. 

He was busy imagining Leon’s bright, happy face when a loud sound broke him from his daydreaming. Sets of heavy footsteps got closer by the second, making the floor shake. Krauser brought his face to the door, peering through the slats to see what the hell was going on. Leon burst into the room, looking absolutely terrified as he tried to swing the door shut behind him. But it was in vain, as a large man grabbed the door and slammed it back so hard it left a fresh hole in the wall. 

Krauser recognized him. It was Hank Kennedy. He watched as the older man violently grabbed Leon’s face, slamming him against the wall so hard it made the picture frames shake.

Watching the man shout at Leon, hit him, throw him around like a ragdoll, made Krauser’s blood absolutely boil . 

He could hear every word Hank shouted, "I tell you to suck my fucking cock, you do it! I tell you to make this house spotless, you do it! As long as you're under this roof, you belong to me and you do what I say, do you understand!?"

Krauser clenched his jaw hard enough to almost crack a tooth. He knew the man wasn't just saying things, he knew Hank was the type to force himself on his child, and he has.

It took everything he could to keep himself restrained. He wanted to burst open the doors, show that pathetic loser of a man what a real punch to the head was like. But he knew Hank was an ex-cop, one who likely still had connections. The man could easily get Krauser arrested for attacking him in his own home. And what the hell kind of reason could Krauser give for being there, in his teenage daughter’s bedroom? He could get Krauser locked away for good, and then who would be there to protect Leon?

So here he was, forced to sit here uselessly and watch. The torment ended with his father making a final threat before storming out. Leon just sat there in the fallout, looking at his door with a thousand yard stare. It was like he was a robot, shutting down so he no longer needed to feel. Seeing him like that absolutely shattered Krauser's heart.

He figured he could at least be there for him in the aftermath, try to cheer him up. Silently, he opened the closet and positioned himself behind Leon, his footsteps light as he creeped behind the boy.

He waited for the right moment, waited til he was the perfect distance. Quickly, with the grace of a snake, he reached out and covered Leon's eyes with his hands.

He leaned into the teen's ear and purred, "Guess who, baby girl?"

-

Leon shouted in surprise, his heart leaping into his throat. He was still in fight or flight mode, instinctively flailing his arms in any direction until he felt his hand collide with someone’s face. 

It wasn’t until seconds later when his brain caught up with the moment, and he realized it was Krauser’s voice in his ears, Krauser’s familiar grip…

Krauser’s grunt of pain from being hit square on the nose.

Leon spun around on his bed, eyes wide, “Jack! Oh- oh my god, I’m so sorry I–” he opened and closed his mouth like a fish, trying to find the words to this situation that was suddenly all way too overwhelming.

Oh god, did Jack just see all that? How did he even get in here? What if dad finds out about this?

After a beat he finally cracked, a fresh wave of tears breaking free and rolling down his cheeks, “Wh- what the hell are you doing here?”

-

Krauser chuckled as he held his nose, he really didn't think that one through. His kitten sure packed a punch.

"Wanted to surprise ya with some Christmas cheer, but probably not the best way to do it, huh?" Krauser shook his head. "Let's try again, alright?"

He sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to him. Leon sniffled, staring at him for a moment before he scooted across the mattress to sit with his coach. 

Krauser rubbed the teen's back, not so sure how to begin. What was one supposed to say after seeing all that? He was never good with this kinda stuff, always better at solving the more practical problems. Problems he could solve with his hands. The rage of seeing his baby girl get hurt was still boiling under his skin, but it wasn't the time for that. Leon needed him to be calm and collected.

"You ain't gotta say anything you don't want to. But if you need me, I'm here for you, kid," Krauser said, looking at Leon's sullen face.

Leon didn't say anything, the tears still sliding down his cheeks. Krauser pulled him in for a hug, encouraging the teen to cry into his chest. He knew the kid had a tough life, he had heard about Leon's mother passing last year, but god he never imagined anything like this.

Maybe he should have expected it after his father lost his job and became a pariah in the community. It was a big deal when a cop got fired around these parts, and even bigger when they wouldn't go public about why. It all stank from the start, Krauser should have known something was going on.

But finding out his princess was being sexually assaulted by his own father… a possessive anger boiled under the surface. Only Krauser was allowed to touch Leon's body like that. The teenager belonged to him and him alone .

He had to calm himself down. He couldn't let himself fly off the handle and do something stupid. "Listen," Krauser wiped a tear from Leon's cheek, "Let's focus on something that'll make you happy. Stay right there, okay?"

He patted Leon's thigh and stood up, retrieving his shopping bag from under the bed and presenting it to Leon. Leon looked back at him inquisitively.

"Merry Christmas, kitten. Brought you some gifts I thought you might like. Though you can tell me if you hate 'em, I was never good at this whole gift givin' thing." Krauser chuckled as he handed Leon the bag and sat back down next to him.

-

Leon tucked into Krauser’s chest, immediately breaking out in sobs. He wanted to just disappear, hide away, never to be found by anyone ever again. It was so humiliating knowing Krauser saw that. He never told anyone about what his dad was doing, not even Claire…! 

Oh god… what would Krauser think of him now?

But Krauser’s words soothed him. He focused on the weight of Krauser’s strong arms holding him, promising to protect him. His coach… his coach could make everything alright again.

Krauser eventually pulled away to retrieve a shopping bag from under the bed. Leon peeked inside it, counting four gifts clunkily wrapped in gift paper with stuck on bows. He pulled out the biggest, lumpiest one first, the curiosity getting the better of him. With slender fingers he tore the paper away, revealing a large, fluffy stuffed rabbit with floppy ears.

Leon looked at its cute face and giggled, “I’m too old for stuffed animals, you know.” he said. In spite of his words, he hugged the bunny close and took a deep inhale of the fresh scent.

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s why you have your whole bedroom lined with the things.” Krauser snarked, gesturing to the sizable pile of stuffies sitting on the bed.

Leon smacked him playfully, “Watch it, or I’ll make sure to really break your nose.” He laughed.

He sat the stuffed rabbit on the bed next to him and reached for the next box. This one was much smaller, but had a weight to it. He treated it much more delicately as he unwrapped it. His eyes went wide as he realized it was a bottle of Chanel No. 5.

No way. No way. He’d been dreaming of being able to get a bottle of this for ages! He’d been sneaking away any spare money he had for months and was still nowhere near being able to afford it yet.

“Oh my god, Jack, I-” he stumbled on his words, “I can’t take this, this must have cost you a fortune a-and I didn’t get you anything!!”

-

Krauser smiled at Leon's reaction, seeing how bashful he suddenly became. He wasn't even sure if the teen would enjoy some expensive perfume in the first place, he just bought whatever the lady at the department store recommended him. But watching his eyes light up… it was worth every penny. His teacher salary wasn't much to be truthful, but he didn’t mind spending his meager Christmas bonus on his princess.

"Take it, sweetheart, you deserve to be pampered. I'm sure all the girls at school are gonna be real jealous of you," Krauser smirked.

He pulled Leon in for a quick kiss, unable to contain the love and excitement that was crawling up his throat. He was antsy to see Leon unwrap the last two gifts.

"And don't worry about getting me nothin’, just being with you is all I could ever want anyway.” he nuzzled his nose gently before pulling away, “Now open the rest up, I wanna make sure I got your measurements right."

-

Leon rested his hand on Krauser's cheek as they met for a kiss. His heart was fluttering, making him feel dizzy. It was like the torment from before never happened, now that his coach was here, loving him and treating him like a proper princess.

"Now open the rest up, I wanna make sure I got your measurements right."

Leon looked at him with a curious gleam, and reached back in. Taking Krauser's hint, he picked the box that looked the most likely to contain clothing. 

He opened it eagerly, flinging the tissue paper away until he uncovered a pink lingerie set. He flushed as he held it up in front of him. It was a lacy babydoll style, with matching stockings and panties. 

Krauser gifting him something like this… it felt so mature , made Leon feel wanted and desirable. He imagined Krauser’s reaction seeing him in something like this… It made a warmth flutter in his tummy.

Krauser just sat there looking pleased, "Go on. Open the last one. They uh… kinda go with the outfit."

Leon followed the prompting, taking out the final box. He wondered what in the world could even be in there, and why Krauser had such a smirk on his face, but he figured the only way to find out was to open it.

He lifted the lid and… God, if he wasn't blushing before, he really was now. Inside were two phallic toys, their intended use quite clear.

Krauser rubbed small circles on his lower back as Leon picked the toys up, speechless.

"Thought you'd might want some extra help when I'm not around, especially now that I've, uh, seen what you're working with already.” Krauser broke out into laughter, “I’m gonna have to get some videos for you too, give you something better than wrinkled magazine clippings.”

Leon's mouth hung agape at the realization Krauser must have looked in his shoebox. Oh god, now he could really die from embarrassment.

“I… I’ve watched pornos before!” he said defensively, “I just… can’t keep any in my room so I… make do.”

Krauser just kept laughing, rubbing his back affectionately. Leon blushed and avoided further eye contact with his coach as he took a closer look at the toys. The first one looked like your pretty standard dildo. Pink and translucent silicone, but with a wide head and a ribbed shaft. He’d never used a toy with ribbing before… He bit his lip, already thinking about what it would feel like inside him. 

Or even… what it'd feel like to have Coach Krauser use it on him.

But the other toy… it looked similar, but different. Much slimmer, smooth shining metal, tapered at one end and flared on the other. The wider end was embedded with a pink jewel in the shape of a heart. He could imagine it being used on his pussy but… something told him it wasn't meant for that.

He held it up and gave his coach a confused look, "Jack, what… what do you do with this one?"

-

Krauser could barely contain his bark of laughter. He figured the teen would've known these kinds of things at this point. Isn’t his friend Claire vulgar enough to tell him all about sex toys?

Guess it was time to play teacher again. Not that he minded. It was cute seeing Leon listen so intently, even when it was about scandalous sinful things like this.

"Well, to put it bluntly, it goes in your ass," Krauser gingerly took the plug from Leon's hands. "Some people like the feeling of having both their holes filled at the same time. Figured we could try and see if you like it too."

The air between them was silent for a stale moment. Krauser couldn’t help but laugh at Leon’s beet-red, wide eyed expression.

"Don't be embarrassed, baby. It'll feel really good, I promise," Krauser said. He gently pushed his hand against Leon's shoulder, coaxing him to lay down. "I'll go real slow for you too."

Using an arm for support, Krauser leaned in. He placed sweet kisses on the teen’s mouth, ran his fingers teasingly up his bare inner thigh. Hearing his kitten's sweet gasps and whines only spurred him on. He rubbed his palm up against Leon's covered clit, relishing in the breathy moans he worked out of him.

The teen was always so easy to rile up, it was Krauser’s favorite thing about him. He boldly moved his hand under Leon's panties, feeling the gush of wetness from his precious doll's cunt. What a lucky man he was to have such a beauty beneath him, begging for his touches.

-

Leon easily followed his coach’s lead, laying down and letting himself be kissed. It was unreal how quickly his body reacted to Jack’s touches, his skin tingling and warm, tiny whimpers escaping his lips.

But wait… Krauser must have bought that lingerie set for a reason… Wouldn’t it only be fair to show it off for him in return?

He pushed his hands against Krauser’s wide chest, “Jack, wait…” he sucked in a tight breath, “You bought me such a nice gift… don’t you want me to try it on?” Leon looked up at him with big doe eyes, biting on his bottom lip.

Krauser let out a breathy chuckle, “Silly me, getting so carried away.” He sat back up, taking Leon’s hand and pulling him up with him. Leon planted one last kiss to his coach’s lips before snagging the lingerie box and hiding behind his closet door. Krauser gave him an inquisitive look.

“I want it to be a surprise!” Leon batted his long lashes at his coach, “No peeking, ok?"

Krauser just laughed and folded his arms, resigning himself to sit and wait.

Leon smiled with a blush. He always liked the gruff sound of his coach’s laugh.

Out of sight, Leon stripped out of his underwear and examined the new bra. It was covered in delicate floral lace, matching the stockings and panties. He hoped it actually did fit, it was hard to find nice bras that could support his H cup breasts.

Only way to find out was to try it on. He undid the strap and wrapped it around himself, surprised to find the band and cups actually fit nice and snug around him. The bra pushed his breasts up, making them look more plump and full than they already were. The sheer fabric draped and fanned out, the cut of it landing just over his tummy. He could see why Jack chose this set. He knew his coach’s tastes, and he knew this was the exact kind of thing Jack would like on him.

And with how high quality the material was… Krauser must have gotten this set custom ordered for him. Leon flushed, realizing just how much his coach went all out for these gifts. How the hell did he even know his measurements?

His coach had given him such amazing, thoughtful gifts… It was only right to repay him somehow.

Now in the full set, he stepped out from behind the closet door, giving Krauser his first full view. Krauser’s eyes went wide, his jaw going slack. Leon bashfully tucked a strand of hair behind his ear as he flushed.

“Well, what do you think…?”

-

Krauser had truthfully forgotten about the lacy set he'd brought for Leon. He was so enraptured by the reality of being with the teen in his own bedroom nothing else had mattered. Well, dealing with the raging hard on in his pants certainly mattered. And seeing his kitten all scantily clad in the sheer pink fabric of a babydoll certainly made his cock throb even more. He didn't even hear the teen's question at first, raking his eyes over the dips and curves of the luscious body in front of him. Looking through hundreds of papers just to find Leon's cheer uniform measurements was incredibly worth it just to be met with this sight.

"You look stunning, baby girl, fuck ," Krauser finally got out, reaching out a hand to beckon the teen closer.

Leon followed his silent instructions and climbed up onto his lap, the bed beneath them complaining at the added weight with a loud squeak. Leon's panties were swallowed up in his ass, his cunt leaking through the crotchless fabric. Krauser couldn't help but buck his hips as he held the teen down against him, growling possessively into his ear.

" Fuuuck , I've never been more turned on in my life, baby. Come on, let's get you ready properly."

Krauser groped at Leon's ass, squeezing it in his fingers and spreading the cheeks just to let them slap back together when he let go. He'd known Leon had the body of a slut, but fuck did this little number really show it off. He slid two fingers up Leon’s slick cunt before teasing at the tight ring of flesh just inches above it. Leon’s grip tightened on the front of his shirt, clearly nervous.

"Just relax for me, Le," Krauser murmured into his ear. "You'll feel so good, just gotta let me in."

-

Leon whined gently in protest, the tight hole resisting against the intrusion.

“ A-aah , wait, I… I have some lube we could use…”

Krauser smirked, giving his ass one final slap before sliding Leon off his lap and onto the mattress. Krauser retrieved the lube from its place under the bed and prompted him to lean on his elbows, his shapely ass stuck in the air. His coach took his time, groping and feeling every inch of his supple curves, a content growl rumbling in his chest.

Leon peeked over his shoulder, watching as Krauser put a generous dollop of lube on his finger. Jack hooked his thumb into the back of his lace panties, pulling them aside to give him full access to the cheerleader’s vulnerable, virgin asshole.

Leon chewed on his knuckle, the nerves and excitement tingling through his entire body. He sucked in a sharp breath at the sensation of pressure on his entrance. Krauser gently swirled around the tight hole, coating it generously with lube.

God , his pussy was so dripping wet. He wanted Krauser to fuck his cunt so badly, but he knew he needed to be patient. He put his trust into his coach, knowing he would be rewarded for his efforts soon enough.

The rough pad of Krauser’s middle finger rubbed tight circles around him, over and over, gradually building pressure. Eventually the first knuckle popped through. Leon gasped, feeling a tingle that wasn’t wholly unpleasant at the base of his spine.

“That’s it, just take it nice and easy, baby. Let me work you.” Krauser rumbled, coaxing his finger ever so slightly further in. Leon didn’t know what to make of this feeling. It wasn’t pleasant in the same way having his pussy fucked was, but at the same time… it gave him that sensation of being full that he adored.

Whatever it was, he wanted to explore it further. He squeezed his eyes shut as he panted, trying to ignore the mild burn from such a tight space being stretched. Trying to focus on feeling good.

Jack snaked a hand around Leon’s pillowy hip, seeking out the swollen clit poking through his thin panties. The pressure sent a jolt of electricity through his body, and suddenly everything clicked.

It was so wrong, so unfamiliar, and yet… He liked it. He liked being wrong, feeling filthy and sinful.

His hips rocked back instinctively, prompting his coach to push in deeper. His jaw hung slack as he moaned.

“Ooh, Jack… Jack…!”

-

Krauser kissed and mouthed along Leon's neck, breathing heavy on his nape. The teen's ass was tight, inexperienced, and it just made his cock throb at the feeling. With how well this was going already, he'd have to get his kitten to let him fuck his gorgeous ass some day. But he was getting ahead of himself. It was best to live in the moment, where he owned the privilege of being the first to lay claim on the teen's virgin asshole. What an honor it was.

He gently tugged his finger in and out, reaching deeper with each stroke, slowly stretching the untrained muscle. He enjoyed the soft, gentle pace of caringly readying his princess's hole, but an animalistic part of him wished he could go faster. Simply shove three fingers in and call it good. Just like he did with Leon's pussy the first time they fucked four months ago. But this… this was different. It was about Leon, exploring his delicate body and finding the right buttons to press . And with each little moan and cry falling from the teen’s plush lips, he knew he was making his princess feel loved.

"Gonna add another finger now, baby. Just relax for me. Mmm, you're doing so good for Daddy, such a good little kitten," Krauser rumbled in Leon's ear. He slowly teased the twitching rim with a second finger, coaxing it open.

It took a bit of effort, time, and constant pressure on the teen's chubby clit, but eventually his finger popped right in alongside the first one. Leon cried out, gripping onto his comforter with trembling hands. It only made the sadist in Krauser want to press further, bend his little toy until he snapped. He’d love nothing more than to mold his princess into the sex toy of his dreams. Krauser couldn’t help but think about all the possibilities ahead of them. He imagined what Leon would look like speared on two meaty cocks. His cunt and ass puffy, raw, and filled to the brim. Leon’s face delirious with pleasure as his sexed-out brain short-circuited. Although… that might have to stay a fantasy. Krauser would sooner tear someone’s throat out with his own teeth than let another man fuck what belonged to him .

-

Leon's brain was turning foggy, his grip tight on the comforter as he panted and whined. His coach was relentless, circling his clit as he continued to press and stretch his hole.

He reflexively tightened when he felt a second finger press against him, forcing entry. Mr. Krauser was already a large man in every way, but oh god his sensitive, tight asshole just made everything feel bigger .

Too much… it was all too much…! But his Daddy plying him with so many sweet praises, telling him he was being such a good girl… Ooooh, it was worth it. It was worth it to please his Daddy.

His eyes went hazy at the thought of the plug Krauser brought with him… Oh fuck , would he be able to fit it all? Mr. Krauser seemed confident he would… 

It was so much longer than his coach's fingers; could reach so much deeper… Leon shivered at the thought. He wanted to know what it felt like. He could do it. He was ready.

"Daddy, please," he whined, "T-the plug… I want it…!!"

-

Krauser grit his teeth, resting his forehead on Leon's back. He couldn't believe his ears, hearing his kitten call out for his “Daddy” like that… It was driving him absolutely wild. It was taking a huge effort to restrain himself at this point.

"Fuck– okay. Okay, baby. Daddy's got you," Krauser said.

Leaving a kiss on Leon’s shoulder blade, he pulled back. It took him a minute of rustling through the sheets, but he eventually found the shining, metal plug. Looking at it again, he realized he'd gotten a plug that was way too big for a beginner. Krauser huffed, mentally scolding himself to never go shopping for sex toys when he was horny ever again. Oh well, what’s done is done- there was no way he was not going to use it at this point. He quickly lubed it up, the metal slick and shining. He circled Leon’s rim, making the cute heart jewel glimmer in the lamp light.

"Daddy's gonna go slow, okay? Remember to relax for me, sweetheart, just keep breathing." Krauser cooed.

He gently worked it in, watching in awe as Leon's ass slowly spread around it, twitching and glistening wet with lube. The teen was shaking with his own effort, pitiful cries and moans escaping him. But Krauser didn’t miss the trail of slick dripping from his cunt and down his plush thigh. He knew the little slut would enjoy this…

His little slut.

He rubbed slow circles around Leon’s clit, steadily pushing the metal until his rim was already stretched around to the girthy center of the shaft.

"You're doing so good, kitten. So good for Daddy. Just a bit more and then we're done, you've got this," Krauser soothed, rubbing circles on the small of his back with his thumb.

With a bit more pressure, the plug popped in all the way to the base, nestling deep inside Leon's warm hole. The heart crystal poked out, catching the light as it pulsated with his muscle spasms. Krauser couldn't help but leave a kiss on the teen's ass, right next to the jewel. He couldn’t be more proud of his princess, he'd done such a good job for his Daddy.

He glanced at the stray dildo sitting on the sheets, neglected. That just wouldn’t do, they needed to try that toy out too. His kitten earned the reward.

-

Leon shivered at the feeling of the slim metal tip prodding his hole. Oh god, it was cold! Hard and relentless, breaching his passage with a force that knocked the wind out of him.

Krauser’s voice was his tether; guiding him along, whispering praises into his ear. Leon squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on his breathing, on the sound of his coach’s voice.

He could feel every inch, every centimeter of the cold metal pushing inside him, stretching him, forcing his walls apart. It was almost unbearable, he was going to break if Daddy pushed any further.

But before he knew it… the rest slid in. He could feel Krauser's eyes on him, appraising his work. 

Leon's face flushed a deep red. He was like a prized horse on display in this filthy position. The weight of the plug sat heavy inside him, twitching as his hole flexed around it.

He peeked over his shoulder, shivering at his Daddy's hungry expression. His skin was on fire . He needed… he needed to hear his coach praise him.

"Daddy… I did it, are you proud of me?" He pleaded, panting through parted lips.

-

"Daddy's very proud of you, baby girl," Krauser grinned. He leaned over Leon’s shoulder, drawing his soft lips in for a kiss.

Krauser always loved kissing Leon. The boy was so inexperienced when they first started, but as the months passed he'd only gotten better. He learned how to move his lips and tongue just how his coach liked it, how to drive him crazy with the way he panted and begged into his mouth. Oh yes, Krauser loved the taste of his lip gloss, his saliva, his skin. He loved everything about his kitten.

Lips still locked together, he blindly grabbed for the dildo. His skin prickled at the thought of Leon’s reaction. He was sure the ribbed texture would drive his baby girl crazy, all the little ridges hitting him just right. Oh yes , they would both really enjoy this part.

"Stay still for Daddy, baby. I've got a nice reward for your sweet little cunt," Krauser hummed against the teen’s mouth.

He knew Leon wouldn’t need much to prep for this one, the way he was already gushing slick down his thighs. Krauser barely wasted any time nudging the head against his waiting hole before shoving the dildo inside with one smooth, forceful motion. He drooled at the sight of Leon's pussy sucking it right up, his lips wrapping around the toy invitingly. The dildo was only stopped by the wall of his cervix, leaving about an inch or two still sticking out.

Krauser smirked, "Look at you, you even take fake cock well," he ran his hand up the arch of Leon’s back, admiring him. "Now, what do we say to Daddy when he fills your hungry cunt, hm?"

-

Leon sucked in a sharp gasp followed by a cry. He didn’t expect Mr. Krauser to shove it in so fast! But ooooohh , the cocktail of sensations swirling inside him… He could feel every ridge of the silicone cock rubbing against his walls, pushing against the plug, everything only separated by a thin wall of sensitive flesh.

He was so full . Full in a way he never experienced before, never knew was possible. His Daddy was right, he perfectly played the part of a cock hungry slut, was made for the role. And that's all he ever wanted to be. The perfect slut for his Daddy.

A strong hand collided with his ass, jostling both toys and sending violent shocks up his spine. A loud cry ripped from his throat, his chest heaving from the effort of his breathing.

"Answer me, kitten." Mr. Krauser said, firm but cloyingly sweet.

What… Had Mr. Krauser asked him a question…?

A large hand soothed over the stinging red mark on his ass, “Come on, what do we say?”

Fresh tears rolled down his cheeks as he struggled to find the words, " Aaaah~ D-Daddy, thank you, I'm so full Daddy…!"

Whether he always had this filthy side in him or whether Mr. Krauser pushed him into it, he didn't know. And he didn’t care anymore. All he knew is that he was Daddy's perfect little slut, and he wanted to put on a show for his Daddy.

Leon stuck his sore ass higher in the air, presenting Krauser with the toys stuffed inside him.

"Please Daddy, please play with me~"

-

Krauser was pleasantly surprised. It never took much to turn Leon into a pleading bitch in heat, but this was on a whole other level. And all it took was the addition of an anal plug. He would've gotten him one ages ago if he knew this was how the kid was gonna react.

His cock ached against his jeans, a wet spot of precum staining the denim. He pulled the toy out slowly, salivating at the lewd squelching sound. Sticky fluid gathered around the ridges on the silicone, stringing to Leon's glistening cunt.

"I'll play with you as long as you want, baby girl. Daddy's here to make sure you’re taken care of." Krauser said, plunging the toy right back in.

He could never get tired of Leon's little choked off noises. He thrust the toy harshly, in and out, slick flying everywhere with each motion. Krauser was fixated, watching the cheerleader’s holes twitch, his ass clenching tight around the plug as his cunt spasmed around the thick dildo. He kept a harsh, rough pace with the toy, twisting it and slamming against his cervix.

"Feels good, doesn't it? You love having your cervix bruised by Daddy, don't you?” He growled low in his throat, “Love having your womb opened up, being fucked and bred by Daddy, being his perfect little cum dump," His arm ached and protested, but he couldn’t stop. He was a man possessed, fucking the cheerleader with the dildo as hard as he could.

He knew it wouldn’t be long before the cord snapped. He watched in awe as the teen's entire body seized with his orgasm. Leon was screaming, crying, babbling incoherently for his Daddy. Krauser’s pace didn't relent. He kept going, kept fucking him through his orgasm. It wasn’t long before his pussy spasmed around another orgasm, and another on top of that. Krauser was thrilled by the performance his kitten put on. He couldn’t have asked for better. He left the toy in Leon’s pussy as he shook his cramping hand. He went a lot harder than his injury could handle. But he didn’t care, not when his beautiful girl was laying exhausted and satisfied on the bed in front of him.

But he couldn’t ignore his aching cock straining against his jeans any longer. His kitten got to have his fill, now it was Daddy’s turn. This wasn't over yet.

-

Leon’s eyelids fluttered faster than hummingbird wings. His entire body pulled taut, ready to snap. He was hungry, begging, aching to cum, to have his Daddy fill every one of his desires and more.

“Yes, Daddy it, aaahhn ~, it feels so good, so good Daddy!” He had completely lost awareness of what was going on around him, barely recognized what he was even saying. Mr. Kennedy could be home any minute, but he didn’t care. Let his father hear him, let him hear how much of a disgusting slut his daughter was, and how happy another man made him.

“I love it, I love having Daddy fill my womb, I-” His eyes rolled back into his skull as he came, experiencing one of the hardest orgasms of his life. His tongue hung out of his mouth, drool dribbling down his chin. Every hole, every inch of him seized and constricted, milking the toys inside him for all they were worth.

And Krauser didn’t stop. He just kept fucking him, fucking him with the toy, ramming it into his softening cervix. Before Leon even had time to come down, he was cumming again , his vocal cords frying from his constant, loud string of moans filling the room. 

He couldn’t stop, he couldn’t stop cumming . He was spraying slick all over his thighs, on the sheets, on his coach’s hand. He reached for something, anything to help ground him. He found the stuffed bunny Jack got him earlier and pulled it close to him, burying his face in the plush fur. Before the second one had even ended, his body seized again from a third orgasm. Tears, drool and snot ran down his face, staining the fur of his stuffie. His whole body trembled from overstimulation. It was all too much, too much…!

He cried out for his Daddy as everything stopped. His entire body collapsed onto the comforter, completely spent. His holes twitched and flexed lazily around the toys still inside him.

He could feel Krauser’s hand smoothing over his sweat-soaked hair, and he sighed. His entire body was tired and heavy, he felt like he could sleep for a month.

But he knew there was still more to come. Krauser’s breathing was labored, panting like an animal on the hunt. Rabid with arousal. Leon shivered in excitement at the thought. In spite of his exhaustion, his cunt ached to be filled by Daddy’s enormous, perfect cock. His Daddy wasn’t satisfied, and that just wouldn’t do. His coach didn’t need to ask; Mr. Krauser had trained him well. If his Daddy wasn’t satisfied, then Leon’s job wasn’t done.

The cheerleader hummed, lazily reaching his hands back to spread his cheeks apart, showing off his sopping wet hole for his coach.

“Daddy…” he slurred lazily, “Daddy, need your cock… please… ”

-

Those words sent a feral thrill pumping through Krauser’s veins. He rolled Leon onto his back, the babydoll fanned out around his luscious curves. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he noticed Leon still holding the plush rabbit close. How cute… it made him want to break the little thing even more.

He pulled the dildo out, tossing it carelessly to the other side of the bed. The cheerleader’s cunt gaped, twitching around nothing but emptiness. Krauser propped his thighs on each shoulder, getting a peek at the teen’s pink insides.

He wasted no time pulling his throbbing cock out of his jeans and unceremoniously shoving it inside. He couldn't stop the loud moan as his dick was finally enveloped in the warmth of his kitten's pussy, feeling the tired muscles flutter around him invitingly. He was so pent up he felt like he could fucking burst on the spot. The hard plug in the teen’s ass rubbed up against him, running along the underside of his cock and sending a pleasant shiver through him. He could get used to this.

"Your cunt feels so good, kitten. So good for Daddy," Krauser groaned, wasting no time in pulling his hips back only to thrust in again with brutal strength. The feeling of his head punching against the teen’s sweet little cervix almost had him cumming on the spot.

Krauser fucked into the teen as hard and fast as he could. He just couldn't stop. He'd been waiting all day and night for this, spent all day dreaming of filling his kitten. Even with his quickly impending orgasm, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop even then. He wasn’t even close to done.

"Daddy loves you, baby. Daddy loves you so much. You love me too, right?" Krauser slurred, drunk on his own pleasure.

Leon gave him a weak nod, his face squished against his stuffed bunny.

"You'll do anything for Daddy then, won't you? Anything I ask for, you'll do it cuz you love me, won’t you baby?"

Another nod.

"Daddy's so close already. And you know what happens when Daddy cums, don't you?"

"Daddy….. Daddy’s cock shoots cum out," Leon whined, eyes closed tight.

"Yeah, it does," Krauser grunted. It only took a few more forceful trusts for his cock to breach into Leon's womb. The teen squealed in delight, high pitched and gasping. Krauser knew how much his little princess loved having his womb fucked.  "Daddy… Daddy is gonna fill you up. Fill your womb up with so much cum… Get you good and pregnant."

Sweat poured down his face, a vein popping on his temple. He imagined what Leon would look like, heavily pregnant and carrying his child, how soft and round he would be. The mental image immediately had him cumming, his heavy balls constricting, emptying thick ropes into Leon’s womb. He couldn't stop pumping his hips, couldn't stop the words spilling from his mouth, rambling about his perfect little girl, how much he wants to breed him, make him his forever. His entire body trembled, lost in an orgasmic bliss.

-

Every sensation was rippling through Leon’s nerves; his thighs burning from the stretch, his Daddy’s cock punching inside him, running against the plug in his ass. His insides were so weakened and bruised, it didn’t take long for Jack’s cock to break through his cervix. The head poked into his tummy, nestling into his womb as if it always belonged there.

Leon’s body spasmed, delirious from the endorphins running through him, from the feeling of his Daddy’s cock reaching in as deep as it would go.

His Daddy… he’d do anything to make his Daddy happy. Except… his daddy wanted to cum inside him… to fill his womb. He couldn’t… he couldn’t…

“Daddy, aaahhn , Daddy no, I- I’ll get pregnant, I’ll–"

It was too late, Mr. Krauser was cumming, emptying his load into the cavern of Leon’s womb. He kept pumping, and pumping, filling Leon with everything he had. Leon cried out, his thighs trembling. He didn’t want this, he didn’t want this, but it all still felt so good…

He could feel it. He could feel the cum sloshing around inside him. Coach Krauser was still inside him too, still twitching and hard… Leon knew his Daddy wasn’t done yet.

-

"Don't you want to make Daddy happy?" Krauser asked, brushing the hair out of his doll’s face. "Daddy would be so happy to see you with a pregnant belly. Just imagine it, you’d be so full of life, your tits heavy with milk. Fuck . It would make me happy, baby, it’d make Daddy real happy."

His cock ached, still so erect even after a hard orgasm. Leon Kennedy held a lustful power over him, one he couldn't help but sink his teeth into. He fucked his cum into the cheerleader’s womb, forcing it to flood into his ovaries, really making sure his seed would take, that his princess would end up good and pregnant.

He could see it now, their future together. Krauser coming home from a hard day of work to Leon, heavily pregnant as he dutifully cooks dinner, their child sitting in the high chair. His belly would be big and full of life, their second child on the way. His breasts fat and swollen, leaking milk and needing almost constant pumping. A claim on his body and autonomy. Visible proof that he truly, wholly, belonged to Krauser.

Krauser snarled animalistically as he snapped his hips, his hands wrapped around Leon's tiny waist, forcing him to take the violent pace. It didn’t take long, Leon was gushing around him, and he was cumming again. He could feel the teen's womb overflow with the amount of cum he was pouring in. But he didn't want to stop. He wanted to cum gallons into his darling little girl, keep him as his own personal breeding slut. Why even graduate? Why even go off to college? He belonged right here, stuffed full of Krauser’s cock.

He finally slowed his pace down, his cock spent as the last dribbles leaked out, "Daddy loves you, baby.” He mumbled against the teen’s lips, “Daddy’s only doing this because he loves you so, so much."

He wasn’t lying. He loved his princess more than anything in the world. He kept rocking his hips, even when the overstimulation and fatigue hit him like a ton of bricks. Gently easing his cock in and out, he kissed Leon, their lips moving lazily against one another. He could still feel the plug through Leon's walls, running along the bottom of his cock, coaxing out the last drops of cum.

-

Leon squeezed his eyes shut, losing all capability to form full sentences. His Daddy wanted this but… it was too soon! He wanted to do this for his Daddy, wanted to give Mr. Krauser a nice big family, but… he was still in high school!

Oh god , what would all the kids think, seeing him walking around with a big pregnant belly. There would be so many rumors, so many judging eyes…

Krauser didn’t stop, he fucked Leon violently, flooding his womb with thick cum as he released another load.

Leon pushed his hands against Krauser's chest weakly, "D-Daddy, Daddy sto– aaaahhh, no…" in spite of his protests, his body still wanted it, craved it. He whined pathetically as his body convulsed with another orgasm, fully surrendering to his coach’s whims.

Too much… It was all too much too soon!

His eyes fluttered open, hazy. He could feel his coach’s lips on his, kissing him tenderly. Leon lazily kissed him back, his hips gently following his coach's movement. Daddy… Mr. Krauser said he did it cuz he loved Leon… he wanted to accept his Daddy’s love, wanted to be loved by his Daddy forever and ever…

Exhausted, aching and overstimulated, Leon finally broke down. The tears rolled down his cheeks as he kissed Krauser, kissed his coach who he loved so dearly, who he never ever wanted to let down.

-

Krauser quickly kissed his tears away. His poor kitten… he just didn't understand how much better his life would be. He cooed, soothing him with empty words that Krauser figured were good enough. Leon was distraught for no reason, his coach knew what was best for the both of them.

Mr. Kennedy's run-down truck sputtered into the driveway, cutting through the quiet moment.

Leon's messy face looked panicked as he frantically shoved Krauser off him. Krauser was already halfway there, he scrambled to pull up his pants as Leon fought with his tired limbs to pull the lingerie set off himself. Krauser helped him undo the clasp to the bra, watching as his tits bounced free. There wasn’t time for looking, he needed to get out of there quick.

"Hide this and the rest of your toys under the bed, ok? Don't want you getting in trouble now." Krauser said as he tossed Leon a fresh pair of cotton panties.

"Wait Jack– can't I… can't I go with you?" Leon asked, pulling on an oversized night shirt.

"Baby," Krauser sighed and cupped the teen's face with his hands. "Your dad's a real mean man. If he caught me with you, well– we’d both be done for."

Leon's frown worsened, but he nodded with a resigned sigh. Krauser rubbed his side, he hated seeing his kitten like this.

He gripped the teen’s chin, making him meet his eyes again, "You just gotta trust me, Leon. One day he won't be able to separate us, but for now you gotta stay here." He planted a kiss on Leon’s forehead, “I love you, I have to go."

The front door opened, Mr. Kennedy's voice ringing through the house as he called for Leon. Krauser hated to leave him like this.

-

Leon watched as Krauser left through the window, surprisingly lithe for his age and size. Giving Leon one last tender look, he closed the window behind him. And just like that, it was like he was never there.

Mr. Kennedy's footsteps stomped heavily up the stairs, snapping Leon back into action. He quickly shoved everything under the bed along with the stained sheets. Quickly pulling out a fresh blanket from his bed, hehopped onto the mattress and grabbed his diary and pencil, trying to look like he'd been sitting in that spot for a while.

Mr. Kennedy clunkily opened the door. Leon's shoulders tensed, but he tried to stay calm as the man made his way to the bed and sat down. He just stared at Leon for a long while, his breathing labored and uneven from the alcohol. Leon did his best not to look directly at him.

"...Madison, I'm sorry I yelled at ya earlier." He mumbled. He reached out to stroke Leon's knee, "It's jus'... you know how hard things have been lately, 'n how I get when I drink."

Leon closed his diary and looked up, finally making eye contact with his father. He looked into the older man's hazy, watery eyes, and all he could think about was how he wished Krauser was the one stroking his leg right now.

"I feel so terrible, you know," Mr. Kennedy continued, "You're my little girl, I shouldn' be treatin' you like that."

Deep down, Leon really wanted to believe his father's words, believe he really felt remorse and that he wanted to change. 

But he'd been through this cycle too many times, had his father come crawling for forgiveness only to be thrown into another drunken rage the next night.

Leon swallowed the thick lump in his throat and looked back down at his diary, "It's ok, daddy, I know."

"You know I love you, baby."

His shoulders tensed, "...I love you too."

Mr. Kennedy smiled, seeming satisfied. "Alrigh', I'm gonna let you get to bed," he kissed Leon on the forehead and stood up with a sigh. Before making his exit, he stopped at the door and turned around one last time, "Good night, princess."

Leon looked back at him, the tears prickling in his eyes again, "Good night, daddy."

He listened to the sound of Mr. Kennedy's footsteps going back downstairs. With a sigh, he turned off the lamp by his bed and tucked under the comforter. He found the plush rabbit his coach gave him and pulled it under the covers with him, tucking it under his chin.

His coach's words rang in his head again… There would be a day where his dad couldn't keep the two of them apart, when he and Krauser could show their love to the world and live the life they dreamed of having together…

Leon sighed, the events of the night playing over and over again in his head as he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

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Leon had not slept well last night. It was just after 10am on boxing day, and he was sitting cross-legged on top of his quilted comforter. He twiddled his fingers, staring at his phone resting in front of him on the bed. He must have stayed like that for ages, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. 

Come on, what’s the big deal? You have to do this. Just pick up the phone and call, it’s not gonna kill you.

There really wasn’t any other option for him at this point… He had to bite the bullet and make the call.

Just make the call…

Taking a deep breath, he finally picked up the pink receiver and punched in the number he knew by heart.

“...Hey, Claire? Yeah, it’s me. Listen, can you come pick me up? No, it’s nothing, I just… yeah, I just need you to drive me to get some medicine. I’ll explain when you get here. No, please don’t bring Chris. Ok, see you in ten minutes, bye.”

Luckily his father was still asleep, passed out from a hangover. He was able to get dressed and quietly slip out the door without being noticed. Good, he didn’t need any interrogations about where he was going.

Christmas night had brought a light dusting of snow and sheets of ice with it. Leon stood on the corner of the block, the winter chill biting his nose as he kept an eye out for the sight of Claire’s beat up red sedan. He shuffled on his feet and bundled further into his coat, his breath puffing into clouds of steam that quickly disappeared into the gray midwestern sky.

Just as expected, Claire came whipping around the corner only minutes later. Leon quickly shuffled in as her car rattled up to the curb. He shut the passenger door and settled into his seat, taking a moment to let the warmth of the car heater soothe him.

"Thanks for getting me, sorry to call so suddenly."

-

"Course, no problem!" Claire beamed from her spot behind the steering wheel. She gave Leon a look over, her smile falling as she noticed him hiding in his coat, staring down at his own fidgeting hands. She'd seen this behavior before; when he was too embarrassed to ask Stacy for a pad, or when he'd had a really rough day with his dad. He never wanted to give away when he needed help, so she had to figure out how to read his signals. Leon has been acting really weird and standoff-ish lately… Claire chewed on her lip, trying to suss out what was going through his head.

"What’s up, man? You’re being particularly quiet today,” her brow wrinkled in concern as she gently placed a hand on his knee, “Did… something happen?".

-

Leon looked up at her, wide-eyed, “No, nothing! It’s nothing, I just…”

His mouth hung open for a beat. Where would he even start? How could he even begin to explain what happened on Christmas Eve, let alone ask Claire to fix it for him? Is this really the moment to tell her all about him and Coach Krauser? Claire wouldn’t understand, and then she would judge him, and then they wouldn’t be friends anymore and his life would be over.

No. That couldn’t happen. He had to give as little information as possible, that was the only way.

He looked back down at his hands and mumbled, “D…-Do you know where the nearest Planned Parenthood is…?”

-

Claire stared back at him wide-eyed before quickly realizing she was gawking. She snapped her mouth shut, hoping Leon didn’t notice her face. It would only make him feel even more embarrassed if he thought she was judging him. He admitted to sleeping with someone for the first time a few weeks ago, she shouldn’t be too surprised by this.

But still, something about this… it seemed off.

"Planned Parenthood– it's… yeah, it’s near that one greasy pizzeria Chris used to work at," Claire said, nodding with a regained confidence. She'd gotten condoms and some birth control sponges for Stacy before, not to mention it was where she got her hormones for her and Leon both. She was pretty familiar with the clinic at this point.

He needed her expertise, and she would always help Leon however she could. Her friend was embarrassed and scared, it was her duty to help guide him through it.

-

Leon pretended he didn’t notice her staring. He felt his face glowing bright red like Rudolph's nose, and he wished he could just hide. Jump out of the car, tell Claire he has something else he need to do and to forget he said anything.

But no, that wasn’t an option. He needed to do this. He couldn’t drive himself, and he knew Claire wouldn’t take him without an explanation.

Guess it was time for more lying.

“Yeah, um, well you know about how I met… Jackson a couple months ago.” He began, stumbling over his words, “Well we, you know, the other night- we were… and the- uh, the condom broke so…”

Claire nodded along, looking at him expectantly for more info.

“And, well, don’t they have something for that, like a…” He picked at his nails and mouthed the last words, “Like a ‘Plan B’?”

-

Claire couldn't help but snort out a chuckle. He was going around sleeping with college boys, but apparently he still acted like the blushing virgin he always was, too embarrassed to say “Plan B” out loud. But she knew this was a lot for him. She just had to be gentle, guide him on the reins while all of this was still new to him.

"Yeah, they've got Plan B. We can hop over there no sweat.” She casually leaned back in her seat and played it cool, but she could still sense the tension radiating off Leon, “Want me and Chris to beat up Jackson after?" Claire joked, giving him a light punch on the arm, “Give him a good lesson about being more careful?”

-

Leon just shook his head in a panic, “ No! No, we don’t need to do that, it… it was an accident anyway!” He ducked his head into his collar and leaned against the window, trying to make himself as small as possible, “Can we… can we just go, please?”

Claire gave him a final concerned look before relenting and pulling away from the curb. The hum of the engine rolling down the road filled the awkward silence between them, giving Leon plenty of time to think.

He didn’t tell Jack he was doing this, he couldn’t bring himself to call yesterday. He hoped his coach wouldn’t be too mad. The events of the night played in his head over and over. He could still hear Krauser’s words ring in his ears. Talking feverishly about how much he wanted to get Leon pregnant, how happy they’d be together with a child. How nothing else in the world would bring Krauser more joy.

Leon clenched his jaw. He was sure it was nothing, no way his coach was being serious. It was a really passionate night for the both of them, Krauser was probably just getting carried away, right? He wouldn’t get Leon pregnant on purpose, not when Leon said no… right?

But still, it played on repeat in his mind. He had said no, he'd tried to stop it, but Krauser had kept going, using his brute strength to overpower Leon so easily.

He couldn’t deny it… a small part of himself felt scared of Jack after that night.

-

Claire chewed on her lip as she drove into the snowy town, knowing the route to the clinic by heart after all these months of picking up birth control and hormone therapy. Leon stayed silent in the passenger seat the whole way, only making her worry more.

She didn’t know what to say. She wanted to be a good, supportive friend to Leon. She wanted him to be okay.

She pulled into a parking space close to the door and put the car in park, giving Leon a sympathetic look. The poor guy looked like he was about to throw up.

"Hey, it's not as scary as it is in that head of your's, promise," Claire took Leon's hand and gave it a tight squeeze, "I'll come in with you if you want, you don't have to do this alone."

Leon quietly shook his head, face still pale as he met her gaze, “I can go myself, I’ll be fine…”

Claire smiled back gently, "Alright. You just have to promise me you'll let me know if something is wrong, okay? I worry about you, Leon, and I want you to know I'm here for you. So, promise me, you hear?" Claire asked, clearly not intent on letting go of his hand til he responded.

Leon squeezed her hand back, "...I promise."

-

He caught a flash of Claire's sad, worried expression as he shut the car door. It did mean a lot to him, how much she cared. She was always a good friend.

But some things… some things she couldn't fix for him. Sometimes, he just had to take care of them himself.

He took a final deep breath as he stepped through the clinic doors. He could handle this himself.

He had to.

-

-

-

The first day back from winter break and Leon couldn't focus on any of his classes. He was on the verge of a constant panic attack, anticipating only the worst for when he imagined his talk with Mr. Krauser. As he walked down the hall to the office he was debating just running away, going home and never talking to the older man ever again… but he knew he couldn't do that. So there he was, standing in front of the office door, frozen still and staring at the wooden grain. He couldn't bring himself to turn the handle, couldn't force his brain to send signals to his muscles. It was humiliating. He thought asking Claire to drive him to Planned Parenthood for birth control was embarrassing but… this was vomit inducing.

Coach Krauser’s words the other night still rang in his ears, sending a creeping chill up Leon’s spine that wouldn't go away. He wasn't ready to have a child, he wasn't ready to get married. He still had to get his scholarship– he still had to go to college!

He was conflicted. He loved Jack so incredibly much. He never wanted to make him upset, or stomp all over his hoped and dreams. Leon wanted them both to be happy; have dates and sex, kiss, hold hands. Nobody made him this happy, he wanted to have a future with the older man. 

He'd spent countless hours daydreaming about frivolous and extravagant weddings, about romantic dinner dates and luxurious beach vacations together. 

He dreamed of the day they wouldn’t have to hide their relationship, their love. But… a child … He wasn't sure he was ready. Not yet.

He squared his shoulders, mustering up his resolve. If this was truly an equal relationship, then surely Leon's own input mattered. Taking a deep, steady breath, he knocked on the door.

-

"Come in." Krauser called in his flat, gruff voice. He was busy looking through the forms in front of him, reading glasses balanced on the wide bridge of his nose. He didn’t pay attention to whoever was coming in the door, only bothering to look up when they were halfway across the room. His cold, steely demeanor immediately melted when he realized it was Leon standing there.

"Hey! Good to see you, kitten." He hadn't seen Leon since Christmas Eve, only really getting the opportunity now that everyone was back from their winter break. He rushed around the desk to pull the teen into a soft kiss. The smile on his face dropped when he noticed Leon's sad, anxious expression.

His paternal instinct kicked in. He wrapped his arms around Leon, wanting to protect the sweet young thing from any harm.

"Hey, hey what's wrong sweetheart?" He sat on the edge of his desk, taking both of Leon's hands in his own. "Did something happen? Talk to me."

-

Leon wanted to cry. His coach's hugs were always a source of warmth for him. Being enveloped in comforting large arms that hid him from the scary world, giving him a place to feel safe. Protected.

Even now it made him feel loved, and he hated himself all the more for it. He wanted Jack to be happy, he wanted to be a good partner. But he was a failure, too selfish and caught up in his own ways. He wasn’t good enough for his coach.

Leon looked down at their intertwined hands, using all his strength to force the words out.

"I… I wanted to talk to you about when you– came over."

He glanced up at Krauser's face, the man staring back at him with a soft, expectant look. He couldn’t handle Jack looking at him like that. Was he expecting Leon to say he wanted to keep the baby? His entire chest ached down to the marrow in his bones and his stomach churned with nausea. He couldn't run away from this. Leon pulled his focus back to their hands, grounding himself. He examined how small and soft his own were, easily enveloped by Krauser’s.

Taking a shaky breath, Leon continued, "And about… the things you said."

-

Krauser’s heart leaped into his throat. Could he…? He couldn’t possibly know if he was pregnant after only a week and a half, right ? He forced himself to keep his composure and brought Leon’s hands, still clasped in his own, up to his chest.

“I meant what I said, kitten. If you… If you gave me a child, well, that would just make me the happiest man in Raccoon City.” He couldn’t stop the smile spreading across his face, “I know it’s scary, but I’m here. I’ll take care of you, and I’ll make sure you and the baby both have everything you could ever need.”

He watched Leon’s expression closely, trying to get a read on him. He didn’t see the relief he was expecting, just further worry as the teen nibbled his lip.

He put a hand on the teen’s cheek, coaxing him to look up, “Hey, come on, you can talk to me. Anything you need, I’m here.”

-

Leon couldn't stop his body from trembling. He shouldn't have even said anything. Jack was being so kind and caring with him and Leon was about to ruin everything. No matter how hard he tried to please everyone, he always hurt and disappointed them. 

Maybe his father was right. He really was a terrible, selfish person. A complete and utter failure.

"Jack– Mr. Krauser, no, I–" Leon tried to pull his hands back but Krauser held on tight.

Leon's face flushed, tears blurring his vision. God, he was such a crybaby. He didn’t want to demolish everything they had built up, all of the love and trust they put in one another. He wanted everything to be okay. He wanted Krauser to take back his words and gifts. He wanted everything to be normal again, like Christmas Eve never happened.

"I don't want a baby!" Leon blurted out, finally wrenching his hands away. "I don't want to be pregnant!"

He sniffled, his words hanging in the stale air. Hot tears streamed down his face, smearing his makeup. He was a horrible person. He couldn't look at Mr. Krauser's face. He couldn’t bear to see the hurt in his eyes.

Krauser stayed silent, so he continued, "I asked Claire… to drive me– I got a morning after pill and- and I got birth control… and I've been taking it," Leon rubbed at his face, gasping and hiccuping between words. "Don't– don’t get… mad at me… Please."

-

Krauser quickly shushed Leon, hoping nobody out in the halls could hear his crying. He pulled the little cheerleader into his chest, soothing him, “Shh, shh, sweetheart, of course I’m not mad at you…”

That was a lie.

His jaw clenched tight as he tried to suppress the anger bubbling in his chest. Leon taking a Plan B pill? Without even asking him first? How could he do that? How could he be so selfish ? 

But Krauser knew he wasn’t going to get what he wanted by yelling and getting angry, no. Scaring the poor kid wouldn’t accomplish anything. He just had to make his needs known, convince Leon this is what he wanted as well.

He waited for Leon to cry it out. His sobs eventually died down and he pulled away with a sniffle, rubbing at his red, swollen eyes.

“Now, how come you don’t want a baby, honey?” He put a knuckle under Leon’s chin, “Don’t you want a future with me? We could be so happy together, building a family…”

-

Leon let himself be encased in Krauser’s warm, comforting embrace. He was thankful for his coach. Truly, truly thankful. He shouldn't be so hard on himself, of course Krauser would be understanding. He was always so kind to Leon, he shouldn't have expected anything different from the man he loved.

"I do, Jack, I do! I love you so much," Leon clung to his coach’s shirt, "I just… want to go to college. I spent so many hours studying and working my ass off in cheerleading. I can't just– let myself give up all that hard work to have a baby ."

Leon finally looked in his coach's eyes. Krauser’s words were so kind, but his eyes were dull, as if they were repressing a furious anger. It sent a shiver down Leon's spine. 

Although maybe he was overthinking it. His coach was sad, maybe even a little upset, but… he obviously still cared about Leon. Krauser had a right to be mad, didn't he? He wasn't yelling or hitting like his father. He was putting his own hurt aside, trying to soothe Leon, to prioritizing Leon’s comfort despite his true sadness. 

Krauser really was an amazing man.

-

Krauser put every ounce of his effort into not lashing out. He would love nothing more than to scream his head off, punch some holes in the wall, really let out all his anger and frustration. But he didn't. He didn’t wanna upset the poor thing even more, not when the kid was already crying his eyes out in his damn office.

He sighed through his nose, “I know you wanna go to college sweetheart, but… that’s four years, that’s a long time…” He caressed Leon’s cheek, wiping the stray tears away with the pad of his thumb, “I’m an old man already and… that’s a lotta years for me to wait…”

He was hoping this would be enough to convince him. Maybe Leon would be too scared of losing him, could be convinced to put what he wants aside just to keep his coach with him. Maybe if he gave Leon the idea he would leave him, it would scare the kid into changing his mind.

He would never dream of leaving his kitten, no matter how long he made him wait, but… Leon didn’t need to know that. The kid was too naive to call his bluff.

-

Leon frowned, he really didn't think about it like that. Krauser was getting old… he was only a few years younger than Leon’s dad. His body was slowing down, joints protesting from decades of wear and tear… He was sure no one would want to take care of an infant at that age. But…

"Can we compromise?" Leon pleaded, giving the best puppy dog eyes he could manage. "I… I can go on the pill for now, but once I graduate this year… we can try for a baby. You won't have to wait too long, just six more months, right?"

Leon searched Krauser's stoic face, praying it would be enough. Truthfully, the idea of going through college with a baby terrified him. He'd heard horror stories of young mothers desperately trying to keep up with both college and a child, stressed out of their minds and barely able to keep their head above water. He didn't want to turn out that way too… but if it was the only way to keep Jack by his side, then he would do it.

-

Krauser dropped his shoulders. It wasn’t exactly what he wanted, but… Hell, he couldn’t say no to those big doe eyes. Alright, he could live with that. He smiled down at Leon gently and gave a single stiff nod.

“Okay, we can do that.” He wrapped his arms around Leon’s waist, pulling his body in close, “And you have my word: I will do everything, everything , to take care of you. We’ll have anything we could ever need, I’ll make sure of that. I just want this from you, okay?”

Leon nibbled on his lip before giving an earnest nod.

“Good.” Krauser ducked his head down, catching Leon’s lips in a tender kiss, sweet and full of longing.

-

Leon couldn't help but melt into the touch, sweetly whining as he pressed against his coach. He was thankful Krauser agreed- it'd be easier to get pills with his help now.

He knew his dad would blow up in his face if he'd found out about the birth control, he was so afraid Krauser would react the same way. But Jack wasn't his dad. He should've known to trust the man he loved. 

Leon wasn't even against having a baby with him, in fact the idea of having a child with Jack one day excited him. It was just for the best that it wasn't right now.

Krauser's low growl brought Leon back to the moment. A large hand inched up beneath his skirt, groping at his thighs. Leon gasped softly, suddenly feeling incredibly hot. Krauser always knew how to apologize with sex, and Leon would never get tired of it.

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Krauser made his way down the hall to the teacher’s lounge for his lunch break, barely acknowledging any of the students walking past. Most of them avoided his steely gaze as he took wide strides past them. Good, he wasn’t in the mood for anyone asking him questions or begging him for extra credit. He was having a rough day so far and god, he was dying for a cup of coffee by this point.

At least he had one bright spot in his day to look forward to. Lately he’d been meeting Leon during their lunch break, sharing the lunch he prepared for them both. He glanced at his wristwatch and picked up the pace. He needed to hurry, he didn’t wanna leave his kitten waiting too long.

Finally reaching the teacher’s lounge, he slipped through the door and made his way to the fridge. There were only two other people occupying the small table in the center of the break room; Carlos Oliveira, the track coach and English teacher, and his TA Jill Valentine.

Krauser remembered Jill. She was a former student of his, graduated from Raccoon City High only three years prior and immediately went to get her degree in teaching.

Even as a student, she was always known for her brash, no nonsense attitude. That, and she made a mean captain the years she played for the volleyball team.

Krauser pulled his tupperware from the fridge and grabbed his usual ceramic American flag mug from the cabinet. He didn’t pay any mind to the other two while he poured the stale coffee into his cup. He wasn’t exactly keen on listening to whatever banal conversation they were having, until the sound of Leon’s name made his ears perk up.

-

Carlos laughed nervously, fiddling with his mug. "Leon Kennedy? Really? Well, I mean sure he's cute, and he has a nice rack but–"

"Buuut…? Come on, I know you stare at his tits shaking in that cheer uniform, too. It's a wonder the team can even play with how big of a distraction those things are." Jill smirked, leaning back in her chair and sipping her coffee.

Mr. Oliveira couldn't lie, he definitely caught himself staring at his student’s body more than he probably should. But could you really blame the guy? The kid sat right at the front of his class, drawing his eyes with those pouty lips and long lashes. And god, those tits pressing into his desk any time he leaned forward attentively. The kid had to be doing it on purpose. It was a miracle Carlos was able to teach his class at all with those distractions. 

Jill, of course, caught on right away and teased him about it nonstop, even in bed. And she had every right to, he’d lost count of how many times he'd cum thinking of the teen's lips wrapped around his cock. At least he was lucky Jill wasn’t the jealous type.

"God, honestly… I swear I saw him go panty-less during one of the football games too," Carlos reminisced, eyes going hazy as he stared at the tiled ceiling. 

"For real?! Was he shaved? I can see him being smooth down there for sure," Jill leaned forward, eager for more info.

-

Krauser was thankful his back was turned. They were too engrossed in their own conversation to notice his whole body tensing as he hunched over the counter. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing right now. Who did they think they were, talking so brazenly about his kitten like that? What made them think they had the right to look at his property? The thought of it made a rage bubble in his throat. He couldn’t stand the idea that other people, other teachers , eyeing what belonged to him, slobbering over him like wild animals. 

God, if he could get away with it he’d beat the shit out of both of them right then and there for talking like that about his property.

He gripped that edge of the counter to steady himself. Shit, he needed to keep it together. Should he really be this surprised? His kitten had a very obviously voluptuous, supple body, and it didn’t help when Krauser made him wear those tight sweaters to school. It’d honestly be stupid not to realize other people would lust after him, drooling over him like rabid dogs in the locker rooms and classrooms.

But still, to have to listen to it with his own ears… he was not in the mood for that today. His coffee mug shook in his grasp, strong fingers almost cracking the ceramic. 

His eyes flashed red at the thought of Carlos soliciting the poor naive, helpless thing. Preying on him. Luring him in with the promise of extra credit, if he only let him fuck that tight cunt. 

He couldn’t stop the visions intruding on his brain, of Leon doing illicit, filthy things with his English teacher. The kinds of things he was only supposed to be doing with his coach. Bent over the desk, saying Mr. Oliveira’s name over and over again while his cunt was pounded full of the man’s cock. 

It was so unfair. Nobody knew Leon had already been claimed, that he belonged to Krauser. It left the poor boy vulnerable, victim to any pig that saw it as their right to take advantage of him.

Krauser stirred the cream in his coffee as he stewed. He couldn’t have that, he couldn’t let that happen to his sweet little girl. He needed to protect what was his . He could not allow any kind of disrespect to his name or his property.

-

Carlos shrugged, "I didn't get that good a look, but it wouldn't surprise me." he folded his arms, smiling wolfishly, “Especially since I can totally see his nipple piercings poking through his shirt in class.”

Jill almost choked on her coffee, “No way! Nipple piercings!? ”

He nodded back smugly, “Oh yeah, I know nipple piercings when I see them, and those…” he trailed off, noticing Krauser still standing at the counter.

Jill followed his eyes to the coach… Jeez, what was making him so tense? Neither of them had talked to the old vet much, but… maybe a lil fun conversation might brighten his mood?

"Hey, Krauser!" Jill waved over at him. "Leon Kennedy's in your cheer squad, right?"

"Jill, leave the poor guy alone. I'm sure he doesn't wanna hear us gossiping about some student," Carlos hushed in an embarrassed tone.

She didn't pay any mind to Carlos’ interruption, "Carlos and I were just talking about him. So, what do you think? You spend the most time with him after all." She leaned on the table, smirking as she bit on her pinky nail, “You think he’s easy?”

" Jill ," Carlos hissed, smacking her shoulder from across the tiny table.

-

Fuck, Krauser was hoping he could slip away without being noticed, before they could drag him into their bullshit. Krauser only spared them a glance over his shoulder, trying his best to act casual. Or, well, his version of casual.

“I don’t spend my time ogling the students, Valentine. I have better things to do.” He gruffed, punctuating his statement with the clang of his coffee spoon on the counter.

It was partly true… he didn’t waste his time ogling students that weren’t Leon…

Jill just shrugged back at him, turning her attention back to Carlos.

The hairs on the back of Krauser’s neck were still prickling. It was unbearable, listening to other people talk about Leon like that. If only he could lay his claim on the cheerleader, make it permanent… He was starting to regret not getting Leon pregnant sooner, before he had a chance to protest. Why the hell did he let the kid talk him into waiting until after graduation? If he was carrying Krauser’s child now , there would be no question he would be taken. Nobody would dare pursue him if they knew it meant getting on Krauser’s bad side.

He thought about the pills burning in his back pocket. He agreed to pick up some more to give to Leon today. He couldn’t just get rid of them, Leon would ask too many questions, but maybe… Maybe there was a different way.

He took the pills out of his pocket, examining the container. It really would be easy to tamper with them without Leon knowing… 

He glanced over his shoulder, seeing that Jill and Carlos were back to talking about Leon and paying no mind to him. He discreetly tossed the pack of pills into the microwave with his leftover meatloaf, slamming the door shut and hitting the start button with a beep.

-

"Geez, who shoved a stick up his ass?" Jill huffed, flopping back in her seat.

"He's an old military guy, Jill. Do you really think he cares about locker room gossip?" Carlos said, casually finishing his coffee. “Have some respect for the vets or whatever.”

"I bet he's just jealous, no way a hottie like Leon would go for some old guy like him.” Jill scoffed, obviously hoping the comment would sting, “Whatever, I should get Leon alone during track sometime and invite him to a threesome,” a wicked smile spread across her face as she finished her coffee too, “I wanna see if he likes being tied up as much as you do."

Carlos flushed and stole a glance back, watching Krauser’s menacing stare as the microwave hummed. He never knew much about the coach, never spoke to him all that much. But… he wouldn't put it past the guy to put on a stoic front. No way a guy like him would admit to jerking off thinking about Leon just as much as anyone else does. He could picture it now, the old vet stroking his fat cock, fantasizing about jizzing all over the teen’s gorgeous tits… 

Wow – Carlos really was a pervert like Jill always said, wasn't he?

"Let's go, Valentine," Carlos said, flushing as he gathered his papers, "I gotta prep still."

-

Krauser glared at the two as they put their mugs in the sink and shuffled out the door.

Who the hell did they think they were? Thinking his sweet, precious Leon would stoop so low as to sleep with the two of them? No, it would never happen. Krauser wouldn’t let it.

Although… overhearing them did get him fired up, imagining Leon tied up like a pretty present… he'd certainly thought about the idea before, and they had been getting more… adventurous in their affairs. His kitten proved he needed to be dominated, told what to do and forced to take whatever his Daddy gave him. Wasn’t too far-fetched a suggestion, maybe Krauser should mention it sometime soon…

Fuck, now his dick was hard.

The microwave beeped, snapping Krauser out of his daydreaming. He pulled the tupperware out and slipped the pills in his back pocket, hoping they'd cool off enough that Leon wouldn't be suspicious.

Then again… would Leon even know the pills could be killed with heat? He'd taught the kid for sex ed himself, and they didn't exactly cover a section on birth control sabotage. Leon was so innocently trusting of his coach, he really would buy anything Krauser told him.

Krauser hurried through his office door, finding Leon already sitting at the coach's desk.

-

Leon fidgeted in his seat as he doodled in his notebook with pink gel pen. He probably should have been studying for his math test this afternoon, but… he was distracted! How was he expected to focus on anything when he was waiting for his coach?

He leaned his cheek on his hand with a pout. Krauser sure was taking his sweet time coming to lunch in his own office. He hoped his coach would at least show up in time to have a quick make out session before he had to go back to class. 

He was getting too spoiled and impatient, it wasn’t enough to wait for after school anymore. 

He bit down on his glossed lip, writing his and Krauser's names together with cute tiny hearts. He tried writing his future signature a few times; Leon Krauser, Leon S. Krauser, Leon S. Krauser-Kennedy… He wasn't sure which one he liked best, but Mrs. Krauser … he couldn't help but blush at the thought of being called that.

He jumped in a panic when the door opened, scrambling for his notebook and shoving it in his backpack.

"There you are! I was beginning to worry you were never gonna show up," Leon laughed nervously, giving his coach a bright smile.

-

Krauser didn’t say anything as he stalked over to Leon’s seat at the desk. He carelessly threw his tupperware and coffee mug onto the table and grabbed the teen’s arm, dragging him up from his seat. Before Leon even had a chance to ask what he was doing, Krauser’s mouth was on his, kissing him roughly.

Krauser usually started off more gently than this, kissing his kitten sweetly to warm him up. This was not one of those times. His strong hands gripped Leon’s waist, holding his tiny body close as the teen melted into him, submitting to him. 

That’s it, that’s exactly what he wanted. Krauser tugged the plush bottom lip between his teeth, nipping and pulling before plunging his tongue into the welcoming, open cavern of Leon’s mouth. 

Fuck Oliveira and Valentine. Acting like such disgusting pigs, trying to lay claim to his property. They didn’t deserve someone as precious as Leon. This sweet young thing, more valuable than all the treasure in the world… Nobody else could appreciate him properly. But Krauser could.

Krauser spanked his ass and grabbed it, squeezing it hard. The rough texture of Leon’s denim skirt felt satisfying against his fingertips, coaxing him to spank him again. He swallowed up Leon’s yelp easily, completely devouring the tiny thing in his grip.

His other hand pawed at his breast. He thumbed at the nipple poking through his tight knitted sweater, already so hard and perky from the stimulation.

“You’re causing me a lot of trouble, you know.” Krauser said with a low, dangerous growl, “Parading around in these tight outfits, putting your tits on display like that.” He squeezed his breast hard for emphasis, “You’re giving people ideas, having them think you’re an easy slut.”

-

Leon was caught off guard, being pulled into such a passionate kiss right off the bat. But he couldn't complain, even if it was a bit rougher than he liked. He didn’t care, as long as it meant he was still desperately wanted by his coach. The groping, the biting, the closeness, he’d take all of it. He’d take it all and then ask for more, never getting enough.

He’d become truly desperate himself. He could barely get through a school day anymore without having to excuse himself to the bathroom to masturbate. Plunging his fingers as deep in his hungry cunt as he could and whining when it wasn’t enough. More. He always needed more…!

His tongue swirled around his coach’s as his yelp from the spanking morphed into a moan. He melted into Mr. Krauser’s strong hands as his ass was spanked, grabbed at, spread, massaged… He never realized just how much he would love having his ass played with before. He was thankful his coach could teach him so much. So, so thankful…

Mr. Krauser squeezed his breasts painfully hard, the angry edge to his voice sending a jolt of fear through the little cheerleader. A lead weight settled into his stomach, the heat turning into a confusing fog in his brain.

"But– Mr. Krauser please, I wouldn’t- that- that hurts…!!" Leon pleaded, pink painted fingernails digging into his coach's arms.

-

Krauser growled in his throat, not satisfied. He gruffly pulled Leon’s sweater up, making his fat tits bounce out and reveal the jeweled barbells pierced through his pink, puffy nipples.

A new wave of possessive anger washed over him. He took a breast in each hand, feeling the weight of them squeeze out between his fingers.

“You like the attention, don’t you? Like having everyone ogling your slutty body. Am I not enough for you? Is that it?” He ducked his head down to Leon’s neck, sucking a dark mark right above his collar. Somewhere his sweater couldn’t hide, “You wanted to make me jealous, didn’t you?”

The swell of his cock pressed insistently against Leon’s skirt. He already felt ready to burst. He squeezed a nipple between his fingers and pulled hard , “You’re not happy unless you have everyone chasing you,” He sneered, “I know your type. Even when I give you so much , you’re still just a desperate slut.”

-

Leon cried out, helplessly squirming in Krauser's tight hold. He usually liked when Mr. Krauser treated him rough but this… It was too much…! He was being so mean out of nowhere, and Leon didn’t understand it. This was all getting too overwhelming and fast…! The gentle and loving man he knew wasn’t here anymore, replaced by some horrible monster from his nightmares. A monster just like his father, cruel and violent and impulsive. A chill ran down his spine at the feeling of rough fingertips pressing against his skin. He didn't like this man, he wanted his gentle, loving Daddy back…!

"Daddy, please… stop!" Leon sobbed, the tears already welling in his eyes, "I love you , I- I only love you! I love you so much, please , my piercings- i-it hurts so bad…!!"

-

Krauser slapped his hand across Leon’s cheek, the sharp sound reverberating through the empty office. Nothing too hard, he just needed to knock some sense into him. He firmly grabbed the teen’s face, preventing him from turning away. The boy stared back at him, blue eyes wide and hazy from the apparent shock of the impact.

"It's not nice to talk back to your Daddy, princess." Krauser chided.

Leon tentatively nodded in his grasp, his eyes begging not to hit him again. Good. If he was scared of Krauser, that meant he would remember who was really in charge here.

He leaned into the teen's ear and growled low in his throat, "Bend over the fucking desk."

Leon obediently followed the command. Clearly he learned his lesson when he didn’t play nice and do as he was told. He watched the teen’s breasts squeeze against the wooden desk, his whole body shivering. Krauser hummed in satisfaction, running his hands along the cheerleader's delicious curves. His fingers hooked under the denim skirt, slowly pushing it up and over his hips. 

His cock throbbed at the sight of Leon’s beautiful, full ass. The sheer white fabric of his tights stretched tight around his cheeks, his pink cotton panties showing right through. It made him look so innocent, virginal, and it just made Krauser drool even more. He ran his hands over the silky fabric, wanting nothing more than to tear this boy apart.

This was all his. His treasure, his property.

And he could do anything he wanted with his property.

Krauser didn't waste another moment. He tore a hole in the crotch of Leon's tights, pushing the panties aside with his fingers to reveal the teen’s quivering pink cunt. His other hand undid the fastenings of his jeans and pulled out his fat, swollen cock.

He didn't bother to stretch Leon open. What was the difference, anyway? The little slut was perfectly trained to take his cock, and he did it so well. Only good, obedient girls got stretched first.

He pushed the fat head against his opening, feeling the pleasant drag as his shaft pushed its way inside the teen’s tight, warm hole.

-

His cheek stung red from the impact, leaving his brain in a daze. What was happening? Was… was this real ? His coach would never ever lay a finger on him and yet…!

His words were lost, balled up into a lump in his throat. He could only manage to nod along to whatever his coach said, completely incapable of anything else as the aftershocks rang in his ears. 

Even as Mr. Krauser’s voice sent a cold chill down his spine, he still obediently followed instructions. His mind completely shut down into survival mode, his body working completely independently from his thoughts. He just had to be a good girl, right? Mr. Krauser wouldn’t hurt him anymore if he did what he was told… right? 

He flinched at the tear of his stockings, waiting for the familiar touch of his coach’s finger. But that’s… that’s not what he felt next. Instead he felt something large, relentlessly large push against him.

No, wait! This wasn’t right…! He couldn’t-

Leon's scream was quickly muffled by Krauser’s large hand as the man continued to push, no, force his way in. He could feel his insides dragging and tearing along the thick shaft. His fingers gripped the edge of the desk, tears smearing down his cheeks in thick globs. His entire body wanted to reject the intrusion, force it out. But he was helpless against the strength and girth of that meaty cock. 

It reached all the way to his cervix, making his stomach cramp and twist from the impact. Leon wanted to scream, beg, sob as loudly as he could so that somebody would save him. But Mr. Krauser’s hand covered his mouth easily, completely muffling any noise. His attempts to struggle, writhe, kick… it only made Mr. Krauser hold on tighter, thrust harder, force the teen into submission.

Everything turned into a static in Leon’s brain. He didn’t even know where he was anymore, what was happening. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping he could wake up from this nightmare.

-

Leon wasn’t reacting the way he was supposed to. He was usually begging, slobbering all over his coach’s cock, and that’s just the way Krauser liked it. Krauser grit his teeth. This blatant disrespect only made him angrier.

He grabbed the back of his student’s head, shoving it against the desk, “Don’t be such a brat.” he scolded, keeping up his violent pace, “Be a good girl and take it.”

Leon’s small body eventually gave out, too weak to fight. That worked just fine for Krauser. Made it all the more easy to bruise his cervix, soften it, coax his cock into that tight space. 

He groaned loud, his cock fully seating itself into the teen’s cunt. Right where it belonged.

He really did have the perfect kitten. Even when his perfect little kitten misbehaved.

He gripped Leon’s arms, wrenching them back and hammering as hard as he could, chasing his high, claiming what belonged to him.

He wouldn’t be satisfied until he pumped his baby girl full of cum.

-

Leon didn't understand what was happening. He didn't understand Krauser’s violence nor the mumbled thoughts in his mind yelling at him to get away. His entire body was as taut as a bow string, pulled back, back, back… until it snapped. He collapsed, his muscles weak and eyes glazing over until he was unable to see the office.

The room was shrouded in darkness, a lone bright light shining above. He was... being bent over an old creaking table. There were other people around, staring at him with a forbidden lust in their sharp eyes. Leon clenched up, he couldn’t let him and Krauser be caught–! He sobbed weakly as his cervix was painfully rammed open. His aching arms were pulled behind him for leverage as the person using his cunt fucked deeper. It hurt, too much too fast, yet he felt like the world around him slugged on in slow motion. Had he been drugged..?

Leon tried to look at the people– no, the men surrounding him. They were faceless with their cocks hanging out in various stages of masturbation. A few of them were drinking alcohol or smoking, they had on uniforms that seemed… familiar…? Leon whined pitifully, scared and confused. Wasn't he just at school? Where was Mr. Krauser?

-

Leon’s body had gone entirely limp after his collapse, losing all the fight in him and moving like a ragdoll against the desk. His eyelids fluttered wildly, as if he were lost in a trance. And his cries died down to nothing more than pathetic little whimpers, barely audible over the sound of the desk being roughly jostled underneath him.

Krauser stroked the back of Leon’s head, “That’s it, there’s my good girl…”

A part of him felt doubtful, wondering if maybe he had pushed his kitten too far. But oh, he couldn’t deny the clench of Leon’s cunt around his cock. Even when his baby girl was resisting, his body always wanted it, and Krauser knew that well by now. He bit down on his lip and groaned. It was worth it, it would always be worth it to fuck this sweet little pussy to his heart’s content.

He could already feel the chord tugging in his gut, his heavy balls feeling tight. He was gonna cum, and he would love nothing more than to empty everything he had into his darling princess.

He pressed the pad of his finger against the teen’s swollen clit, feeling his cunt spasming from the stimulation.

“That’s it, kitten, Daddy just wants to fill you up,” He groaned, his cock throbbing, “You’re such a good girl, so good for Daddy.”

-

Leon could barely muster up a sound, hurt and terrified beyond belief. He began to hyperventilate, tears blurring his vision with each frantic breath. And then, just as sudden as the flashback, he came. Liquid flowing down his wobbly legs as he sobbed. He could barely hear himself babbling, not understanding his own words. He wanted Mr. Krauser– he wanted Jack . He struggled, blubbering, trying to beg. Mr. Krauser… Jack… Daddy… He wanted his Daddy.

-

Leon's entire body clenched as he came on Jack's cock. Squirt ran down his trembling thighs, soaking into his tights and staining the front of Krauser's pants. Krauser rumbled low in his throat, he loved this part, he always loved seeing his princess fall apart. What a perfect, slutty little sex kitten he had.

He was thinking again about the meds in his back pocket, the ones he sabotaged and made defective. He could pump his kitten with as much cum as he wanted, and Leon would be none the wiser that his birth control would do nothing to stop him getting pregnant.

Yes. This was perfect. He could play it off as a surprise, an accident. He did everything he could to prevent it, didn't he? It must just be meant to be… Leon was meant to belong to Krauser forever, and soon everyone in school would know it.

With a groan, Krauser came, pumping his hips hard and fast as he emptied his balls into Leon's vulnerable womb. He loved this. He loved the feeling of filling his kitten up. He could do this every day and never get tired.

Leon laid there and took all that Krauser had to give, whimpering and sobbing on his teacher's desk, crying for his daddy.

Krauser grabbed Leon's hair and lifted him off the desk, watching the smeared mascara run down his cheek.

"Now, now, kitten, what do we say when Daddy stuffs your tight little cunt full?"

-

Leon let out a sob of relief as he recognized his Daddy’s voice. Even with the tight grip in his hair he was thankful. Thankful to his Daddy.

"Th-thank you, Dahddyy… Thank you for filling mee," Leon slurred.

His Daddy might hurt him, but Daddy always means well. Daddy makes Leon feel good, keeps his body warm and always gives him a nice full tummy. Daddy and Leon didn't always agree on things, but they loved each other very much. No matter how rough Daddy got, Daddy loved Leon…

"Kish me," Leon whined, opening his mouth and sticking out his drooling tongue. "Kiss me and love me lots, Dahddy."

-

Krauser smiled. He truly did have the best kitten in the whole world. He brought Leon’s head up to meet his, locking their lips together in a sloppy, wet kiss. He sucked Leon’s tongue between his teeth, letting it intertwine with his own.

He kept a firm grip on Leon’s hip as he rocked against him, starting up his pace all over again. Leon moaned and wailed loudly into Krauser’s mouth, clearly overstimulated but begging for more.

“You can take another load from Daddy, can’t you kitten?” Krauser grumbled, his hips slamming into Leon with a renewed vigor, “You belong to Daddy, right? You can take everything Daddy has to give you, I know you can.”

-

Leon whined, exhausted and sensitive. His eyes rolled back as he took it, letting his Daddy do whatever he wanted. It all felt so good, being encased in Daddy’s arms, filled by his cock.

"I… I belong to Daddy…" Leon said, panting heavily against his Daddy’s lips. "Daddy… your cock– your cum… mmh …more~ gimme moree."

Leon tried to rock his hips back but his body was too tired to struggle against the force of Daddy’s vice grip. He was used like a sex toy, only good for Daddy's cock and warm cum. Nothing else mattered except his Daddy. Daddy… Daddy… Daddy… Daddy loved him very much.

-

Something wild, animalistic, took over Krauser’s brain. He kept a steady, firm grip on Leon’s hips, fingers digging into the hip bones hard enough to bruise. He wanted it to bruise. He wanted to leave imprints all over his kitten, make sure his territory was properly marked. Maybe Leon’s dear old father would see them next time he assaulted his daughter. Fucking pervert.

He growled as he kept up a violent pace, forcing the poor, frail teenager beneath him to take it. But he loved taking it, didn’t he? He’d never be satisfied unless his chubby little womb was being hammered by his Daddy’s cock. Krauser knew that for certain.

Krauser ducked down to Leon’s neck, biting and sucking all over the tender skin, leaving as many bruises and teeth marks as he could. More, he needed more . He stretched open the collar of the boy's sweater and bit down hard , right in the crook of his neck. The little cheerleader wailed, fresh tears streaming down his face as his cunt clenched deliciously tight.

That was it, that was all he needed. His cock throbbed, hips stuttering as he emptied another load into his kitten’s womb. He loved keeping his baby girl full, his womb inflating from taking so much cum. He could swear the little thing was getting better at taking more each time, molding himself into the perfect sex doll Krauser wanted him to be.

He kissed the tender, sore bruises on Leon’s neck. He loved his kitten so much.

-

Leon wailed and moaned, writhing in pleasure as Daddy chewed on his neck. He couldn’t stop crying, so out of it and yet feeling each pulse of Daddy’s cock inside him. His insides twitched, spasmed, clenched on tight.

He came at the same time his Daddy did. Squirting and flooding the space between them as his own womb was pumped full of Daddy's cum. It felt so bloated, distended and full of Daddy's virile sperm. Leon broke out into a weak, nonsensical laughter. Panting and laughing and crying. Daddy ruined him for good.

-

Krauser quickly tucked himself back into his trousers before carefully lifting Leon off the desk. The teen continued to laugh weakly as Krauser tucked him into his arms and carried him to the chair behind his desk. He sat down, bringing Leon onto his lap.

He wiped the tears and smudged makeup off his face, placing tender kisses on his cheeks, “You are so perfect, my precious, beautiful kitten. You did so good, I’m sorry I was so rough with you.” His large hands cradled Leon’s back, rubbing up and down soothingly, “I would never really hurt you, you know that kitten. I love you so, so much, you know I didn’t mean all those mean things I said.”

-

There he was, there's the Daddy he knew. Leon weakly cuddled into his Daddy's comforting embrace. Those familiar strong muscular arms wrapped tightly around him, bringing him back to reality. Dadd– Krauser always knew what was best for him. He'd seen the dirty magazines in Krauser's office, how they involved pain and degradation. He'd been wondering what it was like, he had wanted to try it. He had just been… overreacting. Krauser just wanted to try out something new. Of course he'd never really hurt Leon on purpose.

Leon nuzzled into his coach's neck, hiding his heated face. He was so embarrassed, he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to live this down.

-

Krauser gently rocked back and forth in his chair, cradling Leon like a baby and stroking his hair. The teen continued to nuzzle and sob weekly into his coach's neck, but he refused to say anything.

Krauser pursed his lips. He wouldn't be satisfied until he heard Leon say it was okay. He cupped the back of Leon's head, coaxing him to look Krauser in the eye.

"You're not mad at me, are you sweetheart? I'd hate for you to be mad at me…."

-

Mad…? Leon could never be mad at Krauser. Frustrated, irritated, and a bit flabbergasted but never mad .

"Course I'm not mad…" Leon sniffled. "Just maybe warn a guy next time, alright?"

Leon laughed weakly, giving Krauser a quick peck on his reddened lips. He was really tired, he wasn't sure if he could even make it back to class. Surely Jack didn't mind if he just slept in his office the rest of the day..? Or at least for an hour, he couldn't really go to the school nurse looking like this… Ugh. He enjoyed the mindless sex part much more than the overwhelming exhaustion and anxiety that always came after. But soon they wouldn't have to worry about it and soon they'd have a child together too– oh, his pills!

Leon clumsily slipped a wobbly hand behind Krauser's pants, reaching for his pockets. He retrieved the little packet and tried to pop one of the tiny pills out, but he struggled to open it, his hands too shaky. Defeated, he pouted and gave his best puppy dog eyes at Krauser, holding the packet out for him.

-

Krauser chuckled and took the packet out of Leon’s dainty hands, popping the pill out easily and handing it back to Leon. He watched with interest as Leon popped it in his mouth, using his teacher’s tepid coffee to help get it down. He thought back to how he put them in the microwave earlier… Now it wouldn’t do anything to prevent the teen from getting pregnant. His womb full of his coach’s cum, his body couldn’t do anything to prevent it now. Couldn’t do anything to keep his seed from fertilizing the eggs in his womb. And Leon wouldn’t even realize it was happening.

Yeah. He didn’t regret this for a second.

Krauser pulled a drawer open and pulled out a bottle of pills, “Want some aspirin, sweetheart? I can write a pass for you, why don’t you use the gym showers and rest in my office for a couple hours?”

-

Leon scrunched his nose at the bitter room temp coffee, he really should've just gotten a drink from the vending machine.

"Yeah, gimme the aspirin and pass please. A shower sounds really good right now," Leon said as he stretched his sore limbs. 

Krauser hummed back in reply, giving him a sticky note with his signature on it and a quick kiss. Leon adjusted his turtleneck, using the reflection of a trophy to make sure it hid all the hickies, and left towards the showers. It felt odd, almost dreamlike, just roaming the school and skipping class even with the pass in his hand. He never would have even dreamed of doing something like this last school year.

Being a teacher's pet truly came with its own amazing perks.

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Krauser groaned deep in his throat as he grabbed his student’s thick ass in his hands. The fat and muscle beneath the skin was satisfyingly malleable, squeezing out between his fingers. He bit at Leon’s plush bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth and drawing out a whimper in return.

God , Krauser could never get over this. Having Leon in his own home- in his own bed for god’s sake, made him endlessly horny. And what better day to satiate himself, to fuck the teen full of his throbbing cock, than on the kid’s 18th birthday? And on Valentine’s Day, no less?

A part of him couldn't help but mourn, knowing it was no longer as much of a risk to be fucking his princess now that he was legal. But he was the luckiest man in the world all the same, having such a beautiful, young and sexy doll at his disposal.

It was at least a consolation to know it was still scandalous to fuck one of his own students.

But it wasn’t just the filth, the scandal, the depravity. Krauser could say he truly loved Leon Scott Kennedy, with every bone in his body. And that’s why today he was gonna do everything in his power to make sure his love was well and truly bred. He’d already been tampering with the boy’s birth control pills for the last month and a half, and they hadn’t used condoms in ages. Krauser could see with his own eyes just how much Leon loved when his coach came inside him, loved being filled with a grown man’s cum. He knew the little cheerleader would love being pregnant just as much, he just knew it . And he was gonna make it happen.

He’d already been giving the boy foreplay for a few hours; fingering, eating out his sweet cunt, biting and leaving marks all over his body, teasing his perky pierced tits. They even stretched his ass to fit the plug he brought stashed away in his bag. Leon had absolutely begged his coach for it, talking about how much he’d been dreaming of using it again since Christmas. Who was Krauser to ever deny his darling little kitten?

But he was done waiting. He couldn’t deny how much he needed his cock buried inside the cheerleader right now . He smacked Leon's ass with a loud crack and gave it a squeeze.

"Quit teasing me already, princess. I know you want this just as bad," Krauser said, voice hoarse with lust.

-

Leon squealed in delight, his asshole flexing around the plug inside him, his whole body vibrating ever so pleasantly from the force of Krauser’s hand. Leon was so happy today was his birthday. But it wasn’t just any old birthday, this was his 18th birthday. He was finally, finally a real adult, and his coach promised to treat Leon with whatever he wanted.

And what could Leon possibly want more than to spend all night riding his coach’s amazing, perfect cock?

He giggled to himself, loving the feeling of power he held right now. Stradling the man’s completely naked form, he could see very clearly just how impatient Krauser was feeling, how much his dick was dripping and aching for Leon. He clearly hated not being the one in charge. It was cute. His coach would hate to be referred to as “cute” in any way, but that didn’t stop Leon from thinking it all the same.

Although Coach Krauser did have a point, his cunt was absolutely aching to be filled, and there was no denying it. He’d already cum 4 times, and yet he just craved more.

Leon pressed his body on top of Krauser’s, dragging their lips together in a slow, heated kiss.

“Mmmmnn, Jack… Jack, do you love me?”

-

Krauser groaned at the contact of Leon's soft stomach running along his cock. He was aching, leaking sticky puddles on his stomach. He was so hard he felt ready to burst. But he couldn't, not yet. He distracted himself with the kiss, nipping at the teen's bruising lips. But the friction, oh the friction… Leon squirmed as they kissed; sliding sweat, precum, and slick all over his coach’s torso. It was driving him insane. He heard Leon’s voice ring through the fog in his brain, only fully registering the words once Leon pulled away to look at him expectantly.

"'Course I love you, baby." Krauser said with a lopsided grin. "You know you don’t have to ask. We both love each other lots, yeah?"

Krauser leered at him through hooded eyes, his hips bucking against Leon’s stomach. He wanted to flip them over, pin the teen's wrists to the bed and fuck him right then and there. He was far stronger than some 18 year old who's only exercise was gym class and after school sports. He’d be no match for a trained military vet. But he promised, they weren’t gonna do anything until Leon wanted it. It was the teen's birthday, what he says goes.

But Jesus, he didn’t expect the kid to hold out this long.

-

The teen flushed like the embarrassed schoolgirl he was; even after all this time his coach's affections still made his heart leap out of his chest. Mr. Krauser really was the most amazing man in the whole wide world. Leon was so lucky, sooo so lucky to have him.

With a giggle, he gave Jack one last peck on the lips before snaking his hand between them. He found his coach's cock, hot and slick and throbbing in his fingers. He really had teased his coach enough, hadn't he? This was his special birthday treat, it was time to get to the good part.

Leon sat back up, shifting his hips to get himself in place. Krauser's wide, fat head poked and prodded at Leon's hole, making him shiver.

Slowly, he slid the thick, meaty cock inside. Even with his slick easing the way, the initial stretch was always a lot. Oooohh, but he loved it. His mouth hung open around a silent moan as he slid further down, eyes already going glassy. He could never get enough, he wanted nothing more than to be filled by his coach's cock every minute of every day.

"Ooooohh, y-you're so big Daddy…!" He keened, gasping and bucking his hips as he felt the head prod at his cervix.

-

Krauser watched his engorged cock slip inside Leon inch by inch. His folds opening and straining against the size, his chubby clit standing proudly to attention. Krauser would never get tired of this view.

He grit his teeth as his head pushed against the teen's cervix, an inch or two of his dick remaining unsheathed. God, how badly he wanted to slam Leon down, force past the tight ring to his womb. But at the same time… he couldn’t deny, the idea of watching Leon force the cock inside of his uterus all by himself made the man’s brain go absolutely wild. He had to see it for himself, and he knew his baby girl could do it with enough encouragement. A hint of pride swelled in his chest. He'd really trained his little girl to be a cock hungry whore in such a short amount of time, hadn't he?

"You're taking me so well, baby," Krauser hummed, soothing his fingers over the dip in Leon's hips, "Just relax the best you can. It'll feel real good once you start moving."

-

Leon nodded, brows knotted in earnest concentration. He pulsed his hips up and down experimentally, biting on his lip as the flared head pressed deeper inside him.

A bead of sweat rolled down his temple. It was already feeling so good , but his coach was right… it would feel even better if he moved more.

He placed both hands on Krauser's strong abdomen, keeping himself balanced as he slowly lifted back up. Just as the head was about to pop out, Leon quickly sat back down, a choked gasping moan catching in his throat as the thick head slammed deeper into his delicate, sensitive insides.

His t-dick twitched and throbbed, begging for attention. This time when Leon lifted himself up, he pressed tight circles around his swollen clit with his fingers. And ooooohh, that felt even better.

He should listen to Mr. Krauser more often. His coach always encouraged him to explore his body, touch himself and make himself feel good. And fuck , was this making him feel amazing.

-

Krauser could only stare as Leon moved. Nervous and inexperienced, but alluring all the same. Krauser adored him for his innocence; for all his book smarts he really was clueless when it came to sex. He loved that about him, loved that it allowed him to mold his student into a sex obsessed slut that only thought about his coach’s cock. So obsessed he thought of birthday sex as the best gift ever. What an exhilarating feeling, knowing that the whore bouncing on his cock was once an innocent 17 year old virgin mere months ago… the thought made him throb.

Each time Leon's cervix hit the spongy tip of his cock, Krauser grit his teeth. This was a lesson in control for himself. Whenever he wanted to fuck Leon, he'd do so if possible. After school, during lunches, during football games, in his truck. As much as he'd formed Leon into his own sex toy, he didn’t expect to become so obsessed with the teen, eager to please his little slut. He'd never let his ex-wife take control like this, he needed to be in charge and in control at all times. This was something special, only reserved for Leon. It was a strange feeling, and he wasn't sure how to process it. So he simply didn't, and dug his fingers deeper into Leon's supple hips.

-

Leon was admittedly nervous to take the lead at first. But with each rock of his hips he gained confidence and momentum. Heat bloomed from Mr. Krauser's grip, spreading from his hips through his whole body. His skin stretched and molded around his coach. His coach who he adored so, so much, who he loved more than anyone in the whole world.

…Who he wanted to have a baby with after graduation.

His thighs trembled at the thought and he picked up his pace, his thighs flexing as he bounced himself up and down. Compared to the brutal cheer practice drills the coach put them through, this was nothing. He could go all day if he wanted to. And he just might.

He moaned loud, mouth hanging open, exaggerating his noises knowing nobody could hear them in the privacy of the coach's home. He'd watched plenty of pornos with Mr. Krauser, knew he loved it when the girls were loud and shameless. He wanted to be that, he wanted to be the perfect sex kitten for his coach. His coach made him feel so sexy, so mature, so adored. He wanted to be perfect for his coach, he had to be…!

Leon slid his hands up to Krauser's rugged, ample chest, feeling the swell of his muscles and giving himself more leverage to thrust down. Mr. Krauser's cock was so amazing, so perfect in how it filled him, but this… it wasn't enough…

Harder… harder…!

He used all the strength in his thighs, slamming his hips down as hard as they would go. He could feel his cervix bruising, making his hole tremble in ecstasy.

"Mmmnnh, Jack… Jack…!"

One final thrust and his cervix painfully broke open, making way for his coach's thick, relentless cock. He loved it, he loved that familiar pain that came with Krauser making a space for himself in his womb, wholly laying claim to Leon's body.

Leon shivered and convulsed as he came, gushes of slick spraying onto his coach's lap, his cervix twitching and flexing around the intrusion. It rippled through his whole body, sending shocks up his spine that paralyzed him.

Leon leaned back into place with a whiny keen as he came down from his high. His whole body felt warm, tingly and full. He looked down at the bulge coming out of his tummy, marveling at it. He lazily rubbed a hand over the bump and sighed.

His eyes met with Krauser’s, lidded and drunk with lust, "Look Daddy, look at how full I am." His voice was breathy, dreamlike, "I love being stuffed full of Daddy's cock~"

-

Krauser adored all the noises Leon made; his whorish moans and whines, the slapping of his sopping wet cunt. He was thankful he didn’t move to an apartment after the divorce, allowing Leon to be as loud as he wanted. The teens screams of pleasure were truly the best thing he'd ever heard. Pornos and a lone hand could never compare anymore. He was seduced by the siren song and would gladly drown for the boy.

Heat flared up to his face as he felt Leon's hands dig into his pectorals. He didn’t normally let someone grope him like that, it made him feel… odd . His hips twitched in reaction, and he had to force himself back down. As much as he was dying to take back control, he couldn't. He promised to be a good Daddy. A good Daddy that took care of his little girl, made sure his sweet kitten got his fill of cock first before taking care of his own needs. Though the feeling of suddenly breaching into the teen’s womb tested his conviction.

Fuck, he really could cum on the spot just from the sight of Leon’s face, twisting and contorting while his Daddy’s cock pressed a cute bulge into his belly. It was dreamlike, a magical experience Krauser wanted to stay in forever. He almost didn’t mind that Leon stopped to beg for his Daddy’s praise… the ramblings of a sex drunk kitten. He had really trained him so well, didn't he? Maybe he should get his kitten a collar as a reward.

"I see, baby. Daddy sees you," He placed a large hand on Leon's lower stomach. He could feel his cock twitch against his palm. It was an odd feeling, surreal. His dick really did fill up his baby girl's womb to the absolute limit. Well, that wasn’t entirely true… there was always space for more. His cock twitched again as he imagined Leon's womb stretching with his cum. The sign of new life, a fertilized egg, a baby…

"Do you want Daddy to take over, sweetheart? Give your legs a rest?" Krauser asked, voice barely above a raspy whisper.

-

Leon bit down on his lip and nodded. He loved having this chance to be a big girl, to show Mr. Krauser how well he could do on his own, but he couldn't deny that he loved Daddy taking charge, too. Showing off his strength, fucking Leon as hard as he could, all while knowing Leon could take whatever he gave.

Leon wiggled his hips, feeling the cock rubbing against the plug in his ass. He batted his lashes and sighed, a pleasant shiver running up his spine.

"Daddy…" Leon cooed, "Please fuck me, fuck me Daddy…!"

-

"Don't worry, kitten," Krauser said, planting his feet firmly on the bed. "Daddy's gonna fuck you real good."

He firmly grabbed Leon's waist, holding him steady as he thrust upwards, forcing the teen’s small body to meet his. The immediate squeal Leon let out was music to his ears. The first few thrusts were sloppy and harsh; he was still strong but his abdominal strength wasn't what it used to be for sure.

Their bodies slapped together forcefully, eventually finding their rhythm. His heavy balls swung upwards, hitting the plug in Leon's ass. The teen couldn't do anything but cry and moan, his body angled back, fat tits flopping hypnotically. God was Krauser a lucky man.

He grunted and huffed like a feral animal, letting himself unleash everything inside him. A string of salacious words spilled from his mouth, but he barely even noticed. All he could hear was Leon. His sopping pussy squishing loudly, nonsense noises leaving his lips as he got lost in himself. Sweat dripped down from their bodies, mixing with the precum and squirt pooled onto the coach’s flexing abdomen. It was hot. So incredibly hot.

-

Leon was in heaven. His coach's grip around his waist was strong and steady. Keeping him perfectly lined up to be speared on Krauser's meaty cock over and over again, pushing against the plug in his ass. Gravity and Krauser's brute strength did all the work for him, and Leon easily gave in to the comforting allure. Letting his body be pushed and pulled this way and that, letting his brain go blank while he felt every single minute sensation. All the while he made sure Mr. Krauser knew how good he was feeling, his loud cries echoing off the walls of the bedroom.

But the best part... Oh, the best part was Jack's words. Filling Leon's ears with filthy, salacious thoughts, promising to keep his little slut happy and full of cock. Growling like a wild beast as he slammed his hips violently with each thrust.

"Aaaaahhnn, Daddy, yes, yes!! mmf, fu-fhuck…!"

Something animalistic took over inside Leon, too. He was feeling bold, hungry… He leaned down to Mr. Krauser's chest, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses along the marred skin. His Daddy was so selfish sometimes, keeping his clothes on when they fucked, hiding this delicious body away. He really did love a muscly man. His teeth scraped along the swell of his chest as he moaned, cock still thrusting relentlessly inside him, punching into his tummy with all the force his Daddy could give.

He could feel it; the tingling heat in his body becoming overwhelming, his entire body seizing. So close, so close…! So…!

His mouth hung open slack as he cried, "Aa-aaaaaahh, D-da-haaah, cu-cumming…! Cumming…!!!"

His back arched, pressing into Krauser as he came, harder than he had all night. His tongue stuck out lazily, a string of drool dripping down as he convulsed. He didn't want his Daddy to stop, he needed more, he couldn’t stop until he was full…!

-

Krauser huffed out an animalistic snarl as his cock endured the tight milking grip of the teen's pussy. His cervix fluttered and spasmed frantically, choking the head breaching into his searing hot womb. He couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting even if he wanted them to, his body put under an ancient spell. An innate human desire. An urge to breed. An urge to impregnate. An urge to claim .

It was a need that was festering inside him all along; not using condoms when the teen was unaware, nuking his birth control in the lounge microwave. It all built up to this moment. He wanted to finally own his slut. Force the teen to stay with a disgusting old man like him. He'd work his ass off until his death if it meant he could keep Leon well bred and taken care of. He'd do anything to keep his princess. Anything .

Krauser came hard, his balls tightening close as cum flooded the teen's womb. He gripped Leon close, one hand on his back and another on his ass. His nails dug in like claws as his seed continued to pump. It felt like he was pouring gallons into his darling kitten. He so desperately wished he could bite into Leon's throat, tear through the flesh and sinew and leave his lasting mark. But a pregnancy would claim him just the same. And as his hips began to falter, stuttering and losing steam, he knew what he had to do. To finally free Leon from any harm in his life, and make sure Krauser was the only thing he ever needed.

-

Leon's eyes rolled back into his skull, his brain completely shorting out as he felt his coach’s giant cock twitching and flexing, emptying inside him. His womb stretched to take it all, the excess overflowing into his cunt and dripping onto his coach’s hips.

He was taken over by another orgasm, overlapping with the last one and blindingly even stronger. His entire body clenched and trembled, tremors violently running up and down his limbs. He was helpless to do anything but wail like a feral animal, the ability to form words completely lost. His fingernails bit into the skin of Mr. Krauser's chest, gripping whatever small purchase he could manage.

All at once the energy in his body was sapped out, and he collapsed on top of his coach like a rag doll. Face buried in the crook of the older man's neck, he was helpless to do anything but whimper "Daddy… Daddy…"

-

"Daddy's got you," Krauser panted, trying to catch his own breath. "Daddy's got you, it's okay, I’m so proud of you, kitten."

He ran his hand through Leon's sweaty hair, his heart raging against his ribcage. His cock had partially slipped out, not even softening in the slightest. Jesus, he couldn't believe he was seriously considering going for another round right now. This kid was going to kill him from pure overexhaustion one day for sure. He knew he was never able to go this long before, even in his prime.

Then again, he didn’t have someone like Leon when he was a young buck. His bitch ex-wife would never let him get this wild in bed, only wanting the most vanilla sex and denying Krauser his needs. Yet Leon craved it, outright demanded it from him. And who was Krauser to say no to his baby girl? If Leon wanted him to tear down every last star up in the sky, he'd do it. He'd do whatever it took. Whatever sacrifice he had to make, he wouldn’t hesitate.

Was it so bad to want something from Leon in return?

"Daddy loves you, baby," Krauser murmured into Leon's hair. "Daddy loves you so much."

Leon nuzzled closer in response, his pussy clenching weakly. Krauser smiled to himself, how lucky was he to have such an adorable, fat-titted cock whore. He knew he already had the kid tied around his finger for good, and Leon would always come back begging for more.

But he wasn’t done yet. He flipped them both over, easily caging the cheerleader under his large frame. Leon had his fun, now it was time for a real adult to take over and claim what belonged to him.

Krauser kissed down Leon's neck, the scent of sweat and sex wafting through his senses. He loved Leon. He loved the teenager beneath him so much. He slid his cock the rest of the way in and started a slow, sensual, but rough pace. Taking his time pushing his cock through the slick muscle, ending with a rough jab through his still open cervix. Their sex was usually so rough and dirty, he didn’t normally take the time to just feel . Feel the boy beneath him. Feel his skin, the muscles and fat, the way his cunt hungrily sucked him in. It was amazing. It was perfect. It was Leon .

-

Leon whined in protest as he was thrown back onto the bed. Sitting on Mr. Krauser's cock was the best feeling he'd ever had, he wasn't ready to give that up yet…! But just as quickly, Jack's large body enveloped him, promising to take care of him forever and ever. And he was okay with that.

He was so sleepy, his brain feeling like it was full of cotton. He wasn't entirely sure what was happening anymore, and he didn't really care. His pussy quivered as Mr. Krauser slid his cock back inside him, right where it belonged. Leon's legs hooked over his hips easily, drawing him as close as possible.

He sighed contentedly, curling his fingers into his coach's hair as the man slowly started his thrusting all over again. He could feel the cum in his tummy sloshing around, and he distantly wondered just how much longer his Daddy could go.

He pressed his lips against the older man's temple, fully enveloping himself in his musk and enjoying the rhythm, "Jack… Jack, mmnnhh… love you, Jack…" he cooed adoringly, feeling himself slipping in and out of consciousness as his exhausted body tried to keep up.

-

Krauser hummed at the soft touch of Leon's lips against his skin, his sweet breath ghosting along loose strands of hair. His darling, his princess. He'd taken the steps to create his own whore and here he was, reaping the benefits.

As Leon was drifting off into bliss, Krauser was dreaming of the life they would lead. A nice cozy job, a ditzy little wife, and of course kids aplenty. He'd make sure to keep Leon pregnant his whole life, until his ovaries ran dry and his tits refused to produce any more milk. Perhaps then he'd throw the little doll away. But for now, he would enjoy it.

The slick suction on his cock drove him crazy. He couldn’t last much longer with all the thoughts running through his head. It only took a few more thrusts for him to be cumming again. He fucked his cum deep in the teen’s womb, into his tubes and to the source. Everything in him willed Leon to get pregnant, bred like a good little girl should be. He wanted a child, twins, triplets. He wanted to see his kitten’s tummy and tits fill out with new life and nutritious milk. It was all he'd wanted from the start. He was gonna make it happen whether the boy wanted it or not.

He finally exhausted himself and slumped onto the bed next to Leon. Even unconscious, the teen instinctively snuggled in next to him, holding him like a big teddy bear. Krauser chuckled to himself, figuring it wouldn’t hurt to rest a little after such a big day. He carefully pulled the plug out of Leon’s ass and drew the blankets over them both. He made sure to tuck Leon in gently, treating him like the delicate treasure he was.

As he drifted off, he watched Leon sleeping with a soft smile on his face.

-

When Leon woke up, it was considerably darker in the room than he last remembered. Jesus, what time was it? He barely even realized he fell asleep. He was still naked, though now he was tucked under a blanket and felt a familiar heavy weight at his side.

Mr. Krauser was sound asleep, his large arms wrapped around Leon, keeping him close. His hand rested on the boy's stomach, the rough calloused skin stroking it tenderly. Like it was a treasure he wanted to protect.

Leon chuckled to himself. Well, there was no point waking him. He'd already planned to stay the night, he'd lied to his dad and said he was sleeping over at Claire's. Leon settled back into the sheets, the older man’s grip tightening around him instinctively as he snored. Leon hummed contentedly, thinking about how he was going to make Mr. Krauser a nice big breakfast in the morning.

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“Fffuck, your mouth feels so good princess…”

Krauser’s grip tightened in his student’s sandy blonde hair. The kid had been growing it out the last couple months, coming down just below his jaw now. No doubt it was because Krauser made a comment about how he liked longer hair a few months ago; the boy was always so eager to please his coach, it was adorable. Krauser smirked to himself, it was nice to have more to grab onto now.

His cock slid easily between Leon’s plush lips, smeared in saliva and pink lip gloss. A VHS porno he rented from the store played on the television, depicting a woman blindfolded and gagged, her body covered in an increasing number of welts from the whipping. God, he dreamed of doing that to Leon, taking the kid gloves off and being as rough as he wanted. He looked back down at Leon, catching his big blue doe eyes staring back at him. He sucked in a breath and pushed the kid’s head further down, easing himself further down the boy’s throat while the muffled moans and screams of ecstasy continued to blare from the tv.

Leon whined around his member, his throat constricting as his cock eased its way deeper. Krauser kept a firm grip around his head and kept pushing.

“That’s it, just like that…” he huffed, “just like you’ve done it before.”

-

The heavy cock in Leon's mouth was a comforting sensation. Hidden between the strong legs of the man he loved as he took care of his needs. The VHS Krauser put on was loud through the speakers, but he was so close he could still hear his Daddy's commands. The cock slipping further in, his throat instinctively gagging, but ohh… his coach always knew how to keep him calm. It felt good, like an itch in his throat he could finally reach. Being stretched around the girth, slowly going deeper and deeper until his nose was tickled by Krauser’s pubes. He wanted to inhale the musk, the salt and sweat he knew so well, but his airway was blocked.

Before, he'd be freaking out. Crying and trying to struggle out of the strong grasp, but now he just hummed, enjoying the suffocation that made his head dizzy. The tight grip on his hair controlling his movements, controlling when he could breathe or asphyxiate on cock… he loved it. He loved submitting to his Daddy. He loved turning his brain off and being used. He could drool and slobber and whine and he'd never be expected to do much else but take whatever was given to him.

-

Krauser was getting spoiled. He’d never had anyone that could deepthroat him before, other than cheap hookers that advertised it as a “specialty service”. Having his own personal doll now though, he’d never feel the need to buy a hooker ever again. How fucking lucky was he. He should have done this years ago.

He idly lit a cigarette while Leon worked his cock down his throat, taking a long drag as he watched the teen reach all the way to the base. He stroked Leon’s hair soothingly, adoringly.

“That’s it kitten, you’ve gotten so good at this,” his cock twitched, stretching and pushing around the tight walls of the teens throat. His eyes flicked back up to the tv screen, watching the woman getting fucked and beaten within an inch of her life. It made his blood run boiling hot.

He took one more drag before sitting the cigarette in an ashtray, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he took the teen’s head in both hands. Before Leon could even have time to prepare, Krauser pulled back a few inches before slamming his cock back in. Leon’s shocked gasps and gagging was completely muffled by the sounds of the porno and Krauser’s hips thrusting at a fast, frantic pace.

-

Leon clenched his eyes shut, tears spilling freely. He knew to relax, Daddy knew his limits, but the force with which his face was hit against Krauser’s abdomen stung. He fisted his fingers in the shaggy carpet and held on to the fibers. Daddy was in control of him right now, he just needed to be a good girl and force himself through it. He could barely hear the TV anymore, Krauser’s panting and the loud squeak of the leather couch filling his ears. It was hot, sweaty, and exciting.

Daddy had been upping the ante with the things they did, and Leon was so happy. The raw passion with which Krauser loved him was all he'd ever need. The meaty cock in his mouth ravaging his throat was going to leave him with a hoarse voice and he couldn't even complain. He wanted to be fucked and used until nothing was left. Until he couldn't speak, couldn't move, couldn't communicate. Why was he even in school still? Why couldn't they just stay at Krauser's house all day every day and just fuck?

-

Krauser could practically feel the moment Leon’s brain turned off, becoming an empty vessel for him to fuck his cock into. He loved it, he loved his perfect housebroken kitten. His hands roughly caressed the teen’s tear-stained cheek, giving him that small reassurance that Daddy’s got him. Leon had learned not to protest or fight back anymore, to just let the coach do whatever he wanted. Just the way Krauser liked it. He was so proud.

He’d learned to discipline himself in his own right. Learned the perfect balance of being rough but staying within the teen’s limits, but only just barely. He knew when he could keep pushing, just like he was now. It wouldn’t take long before all Leon’s boundaries were broken, and the kid wouldn’t even mind it. Krauser couldn’t wait.

Just as Leon was about to run out of air he ripped his cock out, resting it right on the teen’s face. Leon looked back up at him, eyes glazed over, tongue lolled out as he gasped for breath.

Krauser smirked, taking a drag of his cigarette and enjoying the view. He rubbed his cock lazily against Leon’s cheek, twitching from the stimulation along the bottom of his shaft.

“That’s it kitten, catch your breath.” Smoke curled up from his lip, “You’re hungry for more, aren’t ya?”

-

Leon panted, his whole body moving with each inhale. The heavy weight of Daddy's cock resting on his face was comforting in a way he never expected. He wanted to just turn the slightest amount so he could take it right back down his throat again. But he knew he couldn't, not until Daddy said so. He wanted to be good, to be needed, to be desired wholly. If he acted out he'd be without his favorite part of Daddy's body, and it just wasn't fair!

Daddy was talking to him, but the words weren't quite getting through. He whined, frustrated at his dumb little brain. Maybe if he just opened his mouth a little more, stretched his tongue out just that bit further, then Daddy would know what he wanted.

-

Krauser laughed at Leon's little display, desperately mewling and sticking his tongue out for his Daddy. But Krauser wasn't entirely satisfied by that. No, he wanted to really humiliate the kid.

He gripped Leon's jaw, forcing his mouth to stay open as he rutted his cock over the teen's face. It ran along his nose, coating his face in saliva and bile from his chin to his forehead.

"C’mon kitten, I trained you to use your words," He pumped his cock faster, lifting it and smacking it back down on the dumb cheerleader's face a couple times for good measure. "You can't just take your Daddy for granted you know, that hurts Daddy's feelings."

His cock twitched again, leaking precum onto his kitten's pretty face, "If you don't use your words and tell Daddy how grateful you are, then I might just have to punish you"

-

Leon’s cunt was leaking down his legs as Krauser smeared and slapped his cock on his face. His makeup was absolutely ruined by now, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He only wore it for Daddy to make a mess out of him. They both could agree that he looked even prettier with cum streaking across his skin.

He whined again, frustrated. Words… words were too hard for him. Why couldn't Daddy understand that? But he didn't want to upset him either… He wracked his brain, trying to figure out what he wanted to say. What did he want to say? All he needed was right in front of him, he didn't need words for that.

Leon followed the cock with his mouth, using his best puppy eyes as he gave it a lick. Immediately his eyes snapped closed in pain as Daddy pulled his head back.

-

“What did I just say?” Krauser snarled. He didn’t know what it was, whether it was the rough week he had wrangling teenagers all day or the booze he drank earlier or the violent porn playing on the TV, but when he looked down at Leon’s sloppy face all he could think about was that he wanted to hurt him . Watching the boy’s sloppy face twist in agony from his hair being pulled made a fire rage in his chest. He wanted more.

It barely took any of his strength to force the teen onto the ground, face ground into the dirty carpet with his ass hanging in the air. His miniskirt rode up, flashing his bright pink panties to the coach. The sight made his cock leak. He caressed his hand over the expanse of Leon’s ass, making sure to keep the boy’s head firmly on the ground as he did so. With no warning, he reeled his hand back and smacked it back down hard , making the teens entire ass shake in a mesmerizing ripple. Leon yelped in pain, but obediently kept his head on the ground. Good, his kitten remembered not to fight back.

He clapped his hand on the teen’s cheek again, excited to see the red welts blooming under his hand, “See, kitten? This is what happens when you make Daddy mad.” He smacked down harder for emphasis, “This is what happens when you act like a brat and don’t follow Daddy’s orders.” He watched the stream of slick running down the teen’s quivering thighs, pressing a finger to the source and feeling his soaked panties. Krauser pulled the panties aside to get a view of the teen’s glistening pink pussy, still actively leaking down his legs.

He firmly pressed his fingers against it, hearing Leon pathetically keen from the touch. He only allowed the little slut that one moment of stimulation before he reeled back and smacked his hand squarely on the boy’s cunt.

-

Leon screamed into the shag carpet, muffling his voice as he began to cry. Daddy was being so mean! All Leon wanted to do was give him a warm hole to fuck, but Daddy apparently wanted a different hole. He yelped again at the second hit, the stinging of his cunt much more sensitive than his ass was by a mile. It hurt so fucking much but… he couldn’t deny how hot it was. His body truly was owned by his Daddy; his cunt getting wetter by the moment as each direct slap hit those delicate nerves.

Leon dug his fingers into the rug, panting and crying and whimpering as Daddy dealt out his punishment. Wet slap after slap, he just wanted to squirm and move away but he'd been trained to be better than that. Daddy trained him to be a good girl and take the hits. Stimulation was stimulation however, and despite the pain, he could feel the knot twisting in his tummy.

-

The sound of Leon's cries harmonized with the moans from the porno still playing on the TV. It was music to Krauser's ears. He wanted more, he wanted to see just how far he could push.

He pressed his knee to the back of the teen's neck, ensuring he wouldn't be able to move at all as he continued his barrage of hits.

"You are such a useless fucking slut."

Slap

"All you do is take Daddy for granted."

Slap

"Expecting to get whatever you want."

Slap

"I'll teach you a damn lesson for being such a greedy whore."

He did not hold back on his blows. He knew Leon could take it as his body convulsed with sobs from the pain, his voice cracking from crying so hard. It made Krauser's cock throb .

He pressed firmly on Leon's swollen clit, watching the way the teen’s body jerked at the touch. Krauser smirked to himself and landed another spank directly to his sopping pussy.

"Greedy sluts don't get cock until they beg for it." He rutted his cock on the cleft of Leon's ass as he continued to land harsh blows, "Go on kitten, beg for Daddy's cock. I wanna hear you properly this time."

Slap!

-

Leon screeched with the blow to his sensitive clit. Snot and tears were soaking into the carpet as he struggled against the harsh knee keeping him in place.

"Daddy–! Daddy I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Leon said, blubbering. "I want– I want Daddy's cock, I want Daddy's cock sho baaad!"

Leon sobbed, clenching the carpet so hard he was tearing the fibers out. The porno was still blaring, he couldn’t tell if the smacks were coming from the TV or himself. His cunt and ass burned, heated skin no doubt bright red and puffy.

"Pleasepleaseplease, Daddy please. I'm so sorry, I won't ever do it again, pleaSE-!"

Leon screamed, his body tensing up, as with one last focused slap to his clit, he squirted. His eyes rolled back as he panted into the floor, drool and snot joining the mess on the carpet. His legs shook and his hips unconsciously tried to hump the air but his Daddy stopped him from moving.

-

Krauser slowly pulled his hand back, admiring the strings of squirt and juices pulled between his fingers and Leon’s folds. He didn’t expect Leon to cum just from getting spanked, his poor little kitten must really be pent up.

He released his knee from the back of Leon’s neck, watching the boy’s body quake and shiver. His fingers gently soothed the cheerleader’s beaten, inflamed cunt, no doubt aching from the abuse. The teen mewled pathetically beneath him, face still planted into the carpet, obediently waiting for his next order. Krauser peppered kisses onto his lower back and continued to rub. He loved having the teen like this, at his feet where he belonged. He wanted Leon to stay here forever, serving his coach, taking care of the house and their children. Why even let him out of the house? He wouldn’t need to go anywhere.

“It’s ok kitten, Daddy forgives you,” he mumbled into the boy’s skin, “Daddy is just hard on you ‘cuz he loves you so much.”

It might be his imagination, but… Leon seemed needier than normal lately. He didn’t want to get his hopes up too much, but the possibility that Leon could already be pregnant, already have those new hormones pumping through his body making him hornier than normal, made Krauser’s blood run hot.

He slid his hands up Leon’s waist, under his shirt, taking his breasts in both hands and massaging them. Leon keened and pressed his ass against his coach’s hips, begging for more attention.

Krauser hummed, “Ask me nicely, kitten.”

-

His Daddy’s hands on his fat tits felt sooo good. They've been so sensitive lately, even the fabric from his bras had been irritating the skin. The feeling of them wobbling with each spank was driving him insane and finally they're being touched!

"Mn…nha– I love you so much too, Daddy. My whole body is burning up, please… Please help me. Please, only your cock can fix it!"

Leon's face was flushed from embarrassment and his heated breaths soaked the carpet even more. He tried to wiggle his hips, tried to push his breast further into his Daddy's round hands, but he couldn't budge an inch. His Daddy was really strong, it barely ever took any effort on his part to make Leon submit like a bitch in heat. His hormones have been going haywire for weeks now. No amount of attention was fixing it and he was so desperate. He just wanted his Daddy to fix him, fix him with his cock and loving words.

"Daddy please… I need– I need to be full. Please fuck me and never pull out!"

-

Hearing his kitten beg so desperately made Krauser want to tear into him like a wild beast, rip his carcass apart and eat every last morsel ‘til there was nothing left.

He swept his arm across the coffee table, knocking off empty plates and beer cans and burnt out cigarettes to make space before he dragged Leon on top with barely any effort. Tits pressed to the tabletop, his ass in the air presenting for his coach. Just as it should be.

Krauser marveled at the boys quivering, soaked pussy, twitching and aching to be filled by the only cock it was made for. Krauser swirled the fat, flared head of his cock around the opening before pushing it past the tight ring of entry.

Leon gasped and keened and shook underneath him, always so grateful to be filled by his Daddy, to have his cunt permanently molded into the shape of his Daddy's cock.

Krauser kept pushing until he felt the nudge of the teen's delicate cervix. He loved the way Leon's whole body twitched anytime he hit it. He grabbed the back of Leon's head, forcing the boy to watch the screen in front of him, and started thrusting

-

Leon stared at the TV screen through blurry eyes. He just wanted to lay back and take the pounding and lose himself but it seemed like Daddy had other plans for him. He watched as the woman on screen was brutally fucked, her lipstick smeared and mascara streaked down her cheeks. She was naked and handcuffed to a bed, bruises littering her beautiful body. Her tits were huge with painful clamps hanging on tight to her nipples. A man from off screen climbed onto the bed and instantly got to work, grabbing her hips and shoving his cock in in one go.

Leon loudly moaned as Krauser thrust in at the same time. His pussy clenching down hard as the fantasy on screen continued. He stared transfixed as the cameraman was focusing on her frothing cunt, getting sloppier with each thrust of the man's huge cock. Leon groaned, his Daddy was so much bigger than some random porn star's, he was so lucky!

-

It was so cute, watching Leon enraptured by the video on the screen while he was getting fucked, his moans once more harmonizing with the actress on screen.

Krauser leaned down and growled in Leon’s ear, “Do you like the show, kitten? I bet you’d love getting bound up like that.” He continued thrusting deep into Leon as he continued, his breathing haggard “I’d love to put clamps on those fat tits, watch you squeal and writhe…”

Those fat tits that would be filling up with milk soon. He couldn’t get the idea of Leon being pregnant out of his head. If it was true, if he really was… Krauser would have to treat his insides a little more delicately. It’d hurt the baby to fuck into the boy’s womb recklessly like he normally does.

He wouldn’t risk it. He worked so hard, so hard to impregnate Leon, he wasn’t gonna ruin it now just to fulfill some reckless lust.

Besides… He could still get away with bruising the boy’s cervix as much as he wanted. And that would be just as good.

He held onto Leon’s hips and continued thrusting, as hard as he could without breaking through. Feeling his head hitting that same spot over and over made his balls feel heavy, he couldn’t wait to cum inside his kitten’s beaten, used up cunt.

-

"Daddy, I love it– I'll put back on my piercings, they're so sore please!" Leon sobbed, arms struggling to keep himself upright.

Leon mewled and screamed with each violent thrust, the pace quickening as his cervix was bullied by Daddy's cock. It was his favorite part, feeling his womb be broken into, feeling so full and heavy inside. Maybe that's what being pregnant is like, having a stretched wide womb squirming with life. If Daddy wanted it for him so bad it must feel amazing. 

Maybe it felt the same as when Daddy filled his womb with cum and plugged him up. It always felt good, like something he shouldn't be doing, something taboo he shouldn't enjoy. He worked so hard to get where he is but… Daddy…. Daddy knew what he needed most, didn't he?

He focused back in to the porno as Daddy tugged his hair to bring him back to the present. On screen he watched as the man ripped the clamps off, leaving blood in their wake, beading up on her nipples and quickly getting smeared across her tits.

"Daddy… you watch such violent porn," Leon panted, licking his lips. "Do… do you want that for me?"

-

Krauser growled low in his chest, "It's all I can think about sometimes, baby." He huffed, gripping Leon's hip and thrusting harder, "You already take me so well, and Daddy is so proud of you. It makes me want to see just how far you'll be able to go."

This is exactly what he was hoping for, getting Leon curious about his more extreme desires. He could tell just by the look on Leon's face, eyes glazed over and watching the screen while he was getting railed. He just knew Leon would love getting roughed up like that if it was all for his precious Daddy.

Krauser gripped the boy's jaw, forcing him to look back at his coach, "I know how much you'd love it, getting tied up like a pretty little present, surrendering your body to your Daddy," Krauser could feel his balls tightening just from the mental image. Owning his slut fully and completely, free to do whatever he wanted with his kitten's body, covering it in cuts and bruises, contorting it in uncomfortable positions, all for his own amusement.

He brought his mouth closer to Leon's, barely ghosting over his plush lips, "You love your Daddy, don't you? You'd do anything to make Daddy happy, right?"

-

Leon squirmed in pleasure, breathing heavily and going cross-eyed as he stared into his Daddy's eyes. He wanted to close the gap, kiss him until his own lips turned bruised and bled like his cunt.

"Anything, Daddy. Anything at all," Leon whispered, his voice cracking.

He leaned further into the touch, eyelids getting heavy with sexed out fatigue. He loved his Daddy more than anyone else in the world. His Daddy who took care of him, who made him feel special.

"I've been trying so hard to learn from you, Daddy. I want… I want to make you feel good too–!"

He was being held up entirely by Daddy's strength at this point. Held up by Daddy's huge fat cock that hammered away perfectly inside him. It felt good being… being a sex toy. A hole for his Daddy to use. At that thought Leon trembled through another orgasm, squirting and sobbing as his whole body shook. Being used to pleasure his Daddy really was the best.

-

Krauser swallowed Leon's cry into his mouth, letting their lips and tongues tangle in a sloppy kiss as he followed Leon's orgasm with his own. The squeeze of the boy's cunt was always so perfect, milking him until his balls were completely dried up. Leon's body was so good at drinking up every last drop of it, like it wanted to be pregnant.

Krauser slumped back, sitting himself on the floor, back against his couch as he dragged Leon onto his lap with him. His softening cock slipped out along the way, flopping against his leg with a soggy thump. Krauser kept kissing Leon, showing the boy all the love he could muster as they basked in the afterglow. His hand dipped between Leon's legs, his fingers catching the cum oozing out of his hole and firmly but gently fingering it back inside.

Leon keened and sighed against his coach's mouth, exhausted but clearly still pliant to Krauser's touch.

The credits of the video rolled over the cheesy backing track, and all Krauser could think about was how he never wanted to let this boy go for as long as he lived.