Yes, Sir

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A/n I'll probably change the pov a lot but I'll let you know when it's changing
"Fuck, daddy," Michael moaned as Ashton's hips rocked into his plump ass.
"Take it, kitten. Fuckin'. take. it," Ashton groaned while fucking his cock into the young boy's ass even harder.
"M'gonna cum!" Michael squeaked out as he scrunched his face up, arms giving out as his face fell into the mattress.
"Yeah, kitty? Cum for daddy."
Ashton's hand tangled itself in Michael's black hair and pulled.
"D-Daddy!" Michael moaned high pitched as his thighs shook, white spurting all over Ashton's sheets.
"Fuck, I'm cumming, princess," Ashton panted, "m'cumming, oh shit."
Ashton growled loudly as he came deep inside of Michael.
The seventeen year old sighed at the feeling of being filled to the brim. The thirty-five-year-old pulled out as he plopped down next to the younger boy.
"You were so good for me, kitten," Ashton whispered as he ran his fingers gently through Michael's hair.
"Thank you, daddy."
Michael had a permanent smile on his face as Ashton tossed him his clothes. He slipped on his lace panties, skirt, and sweater. The boy felt Ashton's cum dripping from his ass and squirmed.
"Leave it, want you to feel my cum dripping from you," Ashton's words gave him goosebumps.
"Yes, daddy."
"Want me to take you home?"
"I'll walk, thank you though," Michael said with a sweet smile, even though he was really aching from the rough fuck.
"Okay. I'll see you this weekend?" Ashton asked as he pecked the boy's lips.
"Of course, Daddy."
"Bye, kitten."
"Bye, Daddy."
Michael practically skipped down the stairs of the all too familiar apartment building and into the lobby.
"Michael?"
Fuck...
"M-Mr. Hemmings?" His voice wavered as he turned around to see his history teacher.
Shit shit shit.
"What are you doing here?" The teacher asked as he opened the mail slot and grabbed his mail.
"Um, I, uh-"
"Oh wait, your friend I'm guessing?" He asked with a knowing look.
"Um, yeah," Michael mumbled.
"Well, bye, Mr. Clifford," the man winked as Michael smiled.
The young boy turned around quickly and began walking... not before Mr. Hemmings saw the white cum dripping down the back of Michael's thighs.
Just a friend my ass.
"M-Michael!"
"Yes, Mr. Hemmings?"
"Call me Luke outside of school, yeah? And are you okay?" Luke was worried.
Was that man hurting Michael or making him do things. That guy looked so familiar to Luke... he just couldn't tell who he was because the man was wearing big sunglasses.
"Of course, Mr-... Luke. Why wouldn't I be?"
"No reason."
And Michael was walking away again.
Luke would be lying if he said that he didn't wank that night to the thought of spilling his own cum all over Michael's pale, thick thighs.
***
"Michael Clifford! Where have you been!" His mother yelled as he walked in through the door.
"Out."
"Don't get smart with me, fag!"
Michael sighed and just went to his room, locking his door. Of course, Karen was drunk again. He hates his mother with a passion. No wonder his father left them. He can't wait to leave either once he's eighteen. Calum and him have it all planned out.
"Fuck my life," he groaned when he realized the, now dried, cum on this legs.
***
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BE-
Michael slammed his tiny fist down onto the alarm clock, silencing it.
"Fuck off!" He yelled at the cursed object that ruins his day every morning.
He dragged himself out of bed and to the bathroom attached to his room. After a quick shower, he stepped out, applying vanilla scented lotion to his pale skin and dropping his towel to find an outfit. After a few minutes of staring at the clothes hanging in his closet, Michael finally got dressed: a knee length leather body-con skirt, a Slayer tee tucked in, cropped jean jacket, and checkered slip on vans.
Why not look extra good today, Michael thought. With that in mind, he did his brown hair as he normally did. Also, he applied winged eyeliner, mascara, and red lip-stain. He added a plain black choker to spice it up and he was done.
Smiling at his reflection, Michael grabbed his back pack and ran downstairs. The curvy boy waisted no time booking it out of the door and to Calum's car, who was already waiting for him.
"Damn, sexy lady!" Calum whistled as he rolled down his window, pulling his sunglasses down to wink.
"Shut up, Hood. Now drive!" Michael laughed as he put on his sunglasses to match.
Calum laughed too as he let the top of his sporty convertible down, wind blowing through their hair.
The car roared to life as Calum sped down the road and to school.
***
You see, Michael was looked up to at school. No one admitted it, but they wanted to be like him, to have his confidence.
Calum parked as got out, opening Michael's door for him. Everything was slow motion as Michael stepped out, strutting into school with a cherry lolli in between his plump lips. Calum smirked as he rested his arm around Michael's shoulder. The two kept their sunglasses on as they walked into the school, students staring in awe and amazement. The two were talk of the school, complete bad asses. Everyone thought they were a thing. Apart from Michael's amazing grades and sweet personality, he was seen as the hot and bad ass cross dresser.
Michael pulled his sunglasses down just in time to wink at a very flustered Mr. Hemmings before continuing his walk to Cal's locker.
Luke stood wide eyed as he watched the boy's ass move in the tight, black, leather shirt.
Holy shit.
"M-Mr. Clifford?"
"Yes, Mr. Hemmings?" Michael asked with a sweet smile that Luke knew was all a lie.
"N-No sunglasses inside of school," Luke said with a gulp.
What the hell is wrong with me? he thought.
"Will it land me another detention if I say that I don't care?"
Students gasped at Michael's boldness. He was the nice kid with an eccentric style. Yes, he was bold with his fashion, but never one to disrespect teachers.
"Excuse you?" Even Luke was shocked.
"You heard me, sir."
Michael wasn't sure where this was coming from either.
"In that case, yes."
"Well then... I don't care," the boy shrugged with a giggle.
Calum pushes his sunglasses up into his black hair and chuckles.
He thought this side of Michael was so hot.
"After school detention," Luke growled as he towered over the small boy.
"I'll think about it," Michael said with a wink before strutting away.
What the hell is he getting himself into.