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"Hans-san, please translate this passage into Japanese."

Right, as if I want to.

It was not easy to translate that passage – Hans is the top student after all. If it was not to fulfill the requirement of including Japanese for his translation degree he would not have taken it.

He had to admit he had been struggling with that language: German was his mother tongue after all. But his mother had refused to speak German to him and his father rarely would be home thus he did not do well in his German written assignments, let alone Japanese.

How did I ever get myself into this mess..

“Hans-san.”

He was the envy of the boys and the dream of the girls: he was only blonde-hair and sea-blue eyes youth in the class. His untidy mass of hair sprouting out but dangles in a good shape that he was spared of using hair gel. His face had always been expressionless.

Hans kept staring at the words of his textbook. He could feel his teacher bending over his soft naturally spiky hair. Dam' you..he forced himself not to tremble as he felt his teacher’s breath upon his ear.

“Hans-san.”

He could hear one or two squeals from the girls.

His teacher seemed to like that attention.

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Hans was fuming and cursing in any language he could think of as he stormed his way into the Student Council’s room, “What were you –" he could not finish his sentence.

Strong arms had grabbed him in a tight embrace and his mouth was forced to remain open by a intruding tongue that shot right to the back of his throat.

He could not let go. Neither could he resist as a hand had run down to the bottom of his pants, groping his testicles sliding up and gently but firmly caressing his member, forcing a groan from his throat.

You can’t..trapped,.he struggled to feel for any inch of empty space.

Yes I can..

Hans felt a forced pressure on his belt buckle as the hand – with a deft flick – loosened his pants. He felt cold air from waist down as the hand did not waste any time in rubbing his member. He could not scream, his mouth was still sealed by his captor’s tongue.

Another hand cupped had cupped his mouth and he could barely open his eyes, squirming as he realised the room was in total darkness and the air was stifling. Stop, please..

A voice whispered into his ear – he could not understand…all he knew…it was a familiar voice.

“I love you.”

“How can you when you’re –“ but all Hans could ever manage was a moan. The voice had touched the part of him that no one could ever reach into. His body arched in response to the hand that had been gently caressing his member, like a wild animal being tamed, he began to moan.

Submission.

By now he had stopped struggling as the other hand caressed the skin beneath his unbuttoned shirt, he felt himself burning in anticipating, stifling a gasp when a thumb was playing with his nipple, stifling a moan as he felt the warm moist sensation of a tongue rolling, teasing, licking him…

He would not kiss back, he would not, but the forceful pressure of the hands and arms had relaxed yet the sensation of the hand caressing his member had made him hard – he knew where his captor’s tongue would slide to. Without any cue, his own hand covered his mouth –

- and stifled every gasp as he felt the moist tongue and lips searching, exploring every single part of his member. He felt his strength draining – his captor knew.

Hans almost vomited when he felt the sudden change in the gravitational direction as he felt himself being roughly lifted up. His captor’s hand had quickened its pace while the other hand cupped Hans’ mouth. Hans could respond no longer – or so he thought.

Pain shot from beneath him as he felt something being thrusted rudely into him. Kneeling he realised his body was arching back in response to the frenzied pleasure. His captor did not lose any moment. Hans felt as if his mind was about to explode –

a final shot of excruciating pain and warmth pervaded his body as he held his own expulsion.

It was not over.

He thought he heard the bell rang at the end of breaktime but his captor would not let him go – neither did he want to – it had always been like this. He covered his mouth with his hand for the last time -

stifling his screams again as his member and testicles were gropped and rubbed by his captor’s fingers and tongue rudely hurrying him to warm him up and ejaculate – the next lesson had started after –

all strength had left him as he gave his expulsion to his captor, stifling his moans - this time in protest – as he felt his captor’s mouth eagerly swallowed his discharge. Finally coming back to his senses he realised he was surrounded by pitch black darkness, frightened and alone, he began to sob..

..and found himself wrapped and comforted in the familiar warm embrace..

Sensei..

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Hans did not see his Japanese language teacher for the rest of the day -

- until nightfall..