Page 41 of Disciplinary Action
Gideon was already gone when Cal said, “Yes, Daddy.”
It was raining when Cal took his seat in first period, biting down on his cheek as the plug shifted, sending a full-body shiver over his body. He was grateful his jacket covered the way his nipples hardened and his cock pressed against his zipper.
Cal had hoped to see Bastian, but they didn’t have a class together until the afternoon. Unfortunately, he did share a class with Matteo and his band of followers. He locked eyes on Cal immediately, plopping into the seat beside him even though his assigned seat was across the room. “‘Sup, faggot. I thought you died or something. Somebody said you were, like, found on the side of the road with no shoes on.”
Cal didn’t answer, just pulled his phone free to text Bastian that he was back in school.
“Where’d your burner phone go? Finally give enough blowjobs to afford a real phone? Oh, an iPhone. That’s a lot of dick sucking. Is that why you’re so quiet? Your jaw hurt, bitch?”
The others in the class laughed, but Cal did his best to ignore Matteo’s taunts. He knew the other boy was at least bicurious. They had made out the night of the dance, whether anybody believed it or not. Still, it made his stomach churn to be at the center of so much attention.
“Oh, come on. Talk to us. We were all so worried about you. We thought you might have been in jail with your daddy…or even dead like your whore mom.”
Callum’s fury struck from nowhere, and he lunged from his seat just as the teacher walked in. No, not the teacher. Gideon. Holy shit. “That’s enough. Both of you take your seats.”
Gideon’s gaze held Cal’s long enough for Cal to know Gideon saw what went down. It settled his nerves a bit. He dropped back into his chair with more force than necessary, his breath ripping from his body as he drove the plug deeper inside him. The whole class turned to gape at him, but Cal’s eyes went straight to Gideon, who smirked as he took a sip of his coffee. The coffee Cal had watched Gideon make that morning while standing naked in the kitchen.
“Ms. Peterson is sick today, so I’m going to stand in for her. She said you were on page five seventy-three, so we’ll start there.”
Gideon shed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves the moment the class opened their textbooks. For the next forty-five minutes, Cal felt like he was in the beginning of a porn movie. Gideon taught Cal’s Individuals and Societies class like he’d been studying it his whole life. He paced the front of the class in pants that hugged his ass and thighs, his hands playing with a pen he’d found on the desk as he spoke.
Cal had never been so horny in his entire life. His dick strained against his zipper, and each time he shifted, the plug grazed his prostate, working him up until he thought he might come right there in the middle of the fucking classroom. He’d never live that down. Ever. Not even Gideon could keep him from getting expelled if he did something like that. Even though it would be entirely Gideon’s fault.
He had to know it was killing Cal. Had he planned this all along? Part of Cal hated him for torturing him like this, but the other part couldn’t stop daydreaming about the morning, about the way Gideon had jerked him off and fucked him, about the fact that he planned on doing it again after class.
“Callum?”
“Yes, Da—” Cal froze, clearing his throat. “Yes, sir?”
“Do you know the answer?” Gideon asked.
Fuck. He didn’t even know what they were talking about. He’d checked out a while ago. “Would you mind repeating the question?”
“Can you name one or more of the four noble truths of Buddhism?” Gideon asked, the rich timbre of his voice doing nothing to ease Cal wanting to drag him into a broom closet and climb him like a mountain.
Luckily, he knew the answer, which Gideon knew. He’d helped him with his homework the other night. “Dukkha, Samudaya, Nirodha, and Magga.”
Gideon grinned. “Excellent.” He turned to Matteo, who was now back in his seat across the room. “Explain Dukkha to the class.”
Matteo’s eyes flicked up to Gideon and then back at his book before rifling through the pages. “Um, just a second…”
Gideon waved a dismissive hand. “Don’t bother. This will be on your class final. You should all be well-versed in this by now. Let’s move on.”
When the bell rang, Cal shot from his seat, snatching his new backpack and sprinting for the door.
“Mr. Whyte. A word,” Gideon called.
The other kids snickered as Cal sighed, turning on his heel and walking back to Gideon. Once the class was empty, Gideon wrapped a hand around his bicep, pulling him in. “You cannot let these boys get to you. I can only protect you so much if you let things get physical. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Cal whispered.
“Good boy,” Gideon murmured. “Don’t forget, after school, you’re mine. For detention.”
Cal bit down on his bottom lip before springing up onto his toes to whisper in Gideon’s ear. “You look so hot today, Daddy.”
“Get to class, dirty boy.”
Cal left with a smile on his face.
