Leonard’s school buddy - Part 2

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[COLOR=White][COLOR=White]Leonard’s school buddy[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Part 2[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Hey guys, sorry it took me so long, but I had tons of work and this chapter kept growing and growing. Actually what was supposed to be just a quick scene of Ken imposing himself as the Alpha over the teacher and the other students of his first class ended up growing into an entire chapter. According to Google Docs word count, this chapter has 14,888 words and is over 20 pages long, a lot longer than the first one (3,117 words and 5 pages). Sometimes I think it’s just too long, but I couldn't find a good way to divide it into multiple parts or to make it significantly shorter. The first finished draft was 24 pages long and I succeeded trimming it to 20, but thats all I can do.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=White]So here it is. Hope you like it, but be warned Ken shows a little of the dominant, overconfident and sometimes unscrupulous dark side of his nature here. I know that there are a lot of people waiting for his heroic nature to shine, but he is such a complex character that I thought it was necessary to explore some other quirks of his personality first. This may help give context to what he will do later. Some of his actions will be worthy of the label of "heroic" but others, well, not so much.[/COLOR]
[COLOR=White]I want to thank skumbum once more for his invaluable editorial help, without his great work this story would have been probably nice to read but hardly what it is now. I hope to count with his his help in the future, and vow to try to make his work less hard.[/COLOR]

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[COLOR=White]"Heroes and Villains belong to the past, to the good old days when regular folks could admire or hiss them. Today there is nothing but regular folks, and a Hero is anyone that does something good for others long enough to be noticed. The rest of us can only hope to have the strength necessary to fight our own appetites often enough to not become Villains."[/COLOR]

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[COLOR=White]Leonard entered the classroom to found Mrs. Rebbecca Cappadonna in the middle of a discussion about one of Shakespeare most vexing and ambiguous plays, [/COLOR][COLOR=White]Troilus and Cressida[/COLOR][COLOR=White].[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Mr. Hudson. Late again." she said, staring coldly at him with her deep dark eyes, the same eyes that people regarded as beautiful when she smiled, but that could be destructively piercing when she choose to focus them in anger. The 35 year-old, 5 foot 8 inch, dark-haired Italian-American teacher was obviously annoyed at the interruption. She pointed for Leonard to sit in one of the available desks at the back of the classroom and sternly let him know that another late arrival would take him straight to the Principal’s office, then returned her attention to the textbook she was holding.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]As soon as Leonard was seated, the classroom’s door opened again. The teacher let an angry yet feminine growl escape her throat, slammed the book shut and half turned to face the new interruption. She froze on the spot, her mouth and eyes wide open by the shock that the sight at the classroom's door caused. The shadowed shape of a human body was blocking the access to the room. Startled, Rebbecca realized that it belonged to a man of titanic dimensions. The guy was so big that most of his arms and shoulders --too wide to fit thought the door frame-- were out of view. The upper part of his head, from the eyes up, was also hidden, meaning that the man was easily 4 inches taller than the 6' 8" height of the door.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]If his size wasn't enough to blow Rebecca's mind, the visible part of his body was unbelievable enough to do so. Each muscle on his body was insanely large and sharply defined. From her desk, several feet away, it was easy for her to identify each of the main muscle groups of his body, even with his clothes on. Rebbecca was very well known among her friends for been a fitness nut. As the descendant of a long line of overweight Italian women, she worked out hard every day to keep her toned body in top shape. Thus, she had as much knowledge of the human body as she had of all the great masters of English literature. She was a member of one of most renowned gyms of town and was surrounded of people in the peak of their body shape on a daily basis. There she had met bodybuilders, power-lifters, fitness models --males and females--, professional athletes, and fit people of all sizes and shapes, but nothing like the man at the door.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]She had a hard time trying to decide where to look first, but eventually she focused on the wide chest that tautly stretched the guy's green shirt. His delts were almost too large to be properly contained by the shirt, which was easily at least two sizes too small for him. That narcissistic touch, quickly reminded her of the main reason why she wasn’t attracted to muscular guys. They were, as a rule, overly presumptuous and too in love with themselves. She has always hated how they liked to parade their physique, and this guy was obviously one of that sort. She was sure that he had deliberately picked that size of shirt just to get the maximum possible exposure when flaunting his assets. "You can even see his six-pack under that thing, for God's sake!" she thought, not realizing that he actually had a chiseled eight-pack. Even as her annoyance increased, fueled by her well known disdain for muscular jock-heads, she couldn't stop her roaming eyes from exploring what more of that amazing body was visible through the doorway. Of his bigger-than-life arms, she could only see the part that was connected to his basketball-sized shoulders, because they hung at a 45 degrees angle from his torso, causing the view of his forearms and hands to be obstructed by the walls at the sides of the door. His upper-arms were huge and brawny, with big thick veins running down the middle of each bicep. Looking down, she could also see his narrow hips and a pair of huge legs that were in perfect proportion with the rest of his body. She mentally estimated that his thighs were bigger than the torsos of most of the students in the classroom. She of course couldn't fail to notice the prominent bulge that stood out, stretching the denim of his jeans. Unknown to her, Ken was starting to develop the erection that always manifested whenever he showed off his body.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]The reaction of the class was similarly strong, and it worsened when the immense guy twisted his body to enter the classroom. It caused a general gasp and exclamations of surprise that included Leonard's. Despite already having seen Ken's huge form, he had never realized the guy was so damn tall. "Maybe all his musculature somehow makes him seem shorter," he thought, milling around the fact that Ken had no trace of the lankiness common to most guys of his height. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]When the walking mass of muscles finished crossing the threshold of the door, the entire class had another shock. Some of the girls started to exchange animated and lightly sexually charged words with each other at the very first view of his face. Even the teacher couldn't avoid thinking how young and handsome he was, "His body belongs in a Mr. Olympia competition," she thought, "but his face is right out of a fashion magazine. My God, is he gorgeous or what?" Ken didn't move for a while --always looking for the greater impact--, making Rebbecca feel like time had frozen. Only the sound of her heartbeat marked the passing seconds. Then suddenly time moved again when Ken did likewise. He walked toward her with a powerful swagger that oozed confidence and control. For some reason, she felt as if the power she had as the authority in the classroom was quickly slipping through her fingers. She had the sensation that with each step he took she shrank a little bit, and of course the fact that he looked bigger and bigger with each step closer didn't help.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Ken walked slowly with the characteristic cocky, dominating movements that he used in 'first contact' situations. He loved being the center of attention. All eyes on him, breaths quickening, nipples hardening, penises growing, panties getting wet. Ken loved being Ken. When his huge body was directly in front of the teacher he stopped and faced her, totally eclipsing the woman from her students. The class could only see the defined slabs of muscle of Ken's back. They were shaped like the hood of a gigantic cobra, all the way down from his wide shoulders to his comparatively narrower 31 and 1/2 inch hips. The hard rounded mounds of his muscle butt and the backs of his huge arms and legs caused the awe of his classmates to grow exponentially. He stood there without a single word, basking in the teacher's barely contained admiration, and enjoying the agitation that his entrance had caused. He felt his classmates stares on his body, the bulge in his crotch grew faster, and due to the lack of space in the front of his pants, his cock started to extend down his right leg.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Watching the teacher's face up close, Ken was positively impressed by her good looks. She had deep dark eyes with long thick eyelashes. Her nose was slightly large but seemed to go perfectly with her sensuously plump lips. Her dark glossy hair was tied back in a bow, but looked long enough to cascade down her shoulders when released.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]As Ken's muscular body stood inches from the usually confident teacher, his rich scent filled her nostrils, driving her crazy. The raw powerful smell of the young muscle-stud's was like nothing she had known before, it was potent mix of something very similar to leather and dry sweat but somehow her mind labeled it as concentrated masculinity. She couldn't understand why her body was behaving as if she were an animal in heat. It was giving a sexual response to the stimulus of the guy's mere physical presence, and the worst part was that she had never been attracted to that type of imposing, dominating man. She had always preferred the smaller guys, because they were kind and loving. They were usually more concerned with fulfilling her needs than their own... like her husband Connor, who was 2 inches shorter than her and weighed no more than 150 pounds. But for some reason she was reacting like a horny teenager to the guy's masculine display. She noticed then that her breaths had become quick, shallow, and willed herself to regain control of her body. Or at least of her breathing, because she didn't know a way to force her pussy to stop soaking her underwear.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Good morning" she said, weakly at first, but quickly recovering her usual stern tone of voice. "Can I help you?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Sure," Ken answered in a deep baritone. He pulled a sheet of paper from the books in his left hand --books that, not surprisingly, Rebbecca noticed for the very first time-- and gave it to her.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]The movement of the huge arm startled Rebbecca and made her take a step back, dropping the textbook she was reading from in the process. To her credit she recovered quickly and, feeling stupid, yanked the paper from his hand to read it. It was an enrollment form signed by the head of the school's admission office, which identified the mountain of muscles standing before her --picture included-- as Kennedy Rawlings, 17 years old and new student in the twelfth grade of Highland High School. Needless to say, she was flabbergasted, "There’s no way this guy is 17," she mentally argued, rechecking the paper.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Ken smiled as he gave his new teacher a once-over. "Damn! This teacher is hot," thought Ken, immediately enthralled by her sexual appeal and tanned complexion. "She must have inherited it from her European ancestors," he thought, delighted at the fact that his first mark was such a gorgeous woman.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Nobody did argue that Rebbecca Cappadonna was the complete package. The woman was beautiful from head to toe, however the feature that first picked all men's attentions were her big, round, 34DD tits. The magnificent breasts were the envy of most women and the object of lust of all the men she had met in her life. Because of that, her family’s religious background, and what she thought was correct, professional behavior, the attractive woman wrapped herself in the most conservative clothing she could find. Sadly for her, that futile attempt to hide her sexiness from attention had the opposite result. Her amazing body and killer tits just couldn't be hidden regardless of how hard she tried. Actually, her choice of clothing only managed to increase the appeal she had to the opposite sex; it gave her that sexy-but-strict teacher look that seemed to come straight out of a Naughty America porn movie.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]She was fond of wearing blouses buttoned almost all the way to her neck and constricting bras that were supposed to keep her humongous set of tits from bouncing when she moved. The problem was that the blouses that fit her long, athletic, yet slim upper-body were too tightly stretched over her giant bosom, causing the buttons to threaten to burst out all the time. The result was that her chest always looked as if it was a flesh time bomb ready to explode.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]She also wore knee-length loose skirts, but again they did a poor job disguising her large but fat-free hips and solid curvy ass. They only succeeded in hiding the upper part of her legs from the casual viewer. But it was easy to extrapolate their strong, tanned and shapely form, just by seeing her amazingly muscular calves. They were flawless, beautifully thick and smooth, with the muscular definition of a veteran long-distance runner. Ken's smile broadened thinking in all kinds of different scenarios where he could have the greatest of times, enjoying the delicious experience of having sex with her.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Convinced that she had read correctly, Mrs. Cappadonna folded the sheet of paper and returned her eyes to her new student, who in return flashed her a broad grin and glanced at the book lying on the floor between them.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"You droped your book." He said innocently. "Want me to pick it up for you?" The question came in company with a sly little grin that betrayed the pretended innocence. His green eyes were fixed on the woman's pretty face as he talked, but then he lowered them to her ample breasts. That shift of glance made her blush a bit, fully aware of how hard her nipples were. Her sensitive bumps of tit-flesh grazed painfully against her expensive constraining bra and there was no way that the youngster could miss it. "It looks heavy," he pressed on watching her uneasiness. "I'd be more than happy to help you out."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]She didn't respond, and he took a step back and bent down to get the book. His eyes returned to hers and never left. She could feel herself being drawn to him with every passing moment. The guy oozed the primal sort of confidence of those that are absolutely sure of their physical superiority. This, far from turning her off as it usually did, had her very sexually aroused. She wondered how it would feel to touch those hard muscles, get herself lost in the lusty worship of those huge mounds of brawn.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Meanwhile Ken's classmates were rewarded with the spectacle of his jeans riding down his ass-cheeks, an act that showed to anyone interested that he wasn't wearing any underwear.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]When he stood, the teacher felt the hot blush on her cheeks rise, just watching as the muscles in his arm shifted in response at the simple action of move his hand to offer the book to her. She quickly recovered the book with trembling hands and against her best sense craned her neck up to look at his face to thank him. But before she could muster a word, Ken moved closer, which forced her to bend her body back in order to be able to look at his face.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]With her body so close Ken could smell her scent and found it intoxicating. It was a soft combination of flowers and female sweat, with a faint touch of pussy juices that made the hard-on in his pants grow at least three inches.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Thank you." She said shakily, feeling a slightly shiver run down her spine as his huge hand engulfed her own. She couldn't believe how much bigger his hand was.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Its was my [/COLOR][COLOR=White]pleasure[/COLOR][COLOR=White]... " His voice got so seductive at the word pleasure that she couldn't stop herself and began to nibble on the lower lip of her full, glossy mouth. Ken had to gather all his will not to jump ahead and kiss her right there. He wondered what her lips tasted like? In that exact moment he vowed to find out before the day was over. He usually took several weeks to properly break down a teacher, but he had to have Rebbecca Cappadonna's body before nightfall no matter what. He would deal with any consequences later.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]The sexy teacher also was at the verge of a complete loss of control. In the span of a few seconds her mind ran through at least 10 different ways Ken could fuck her to a blabbering brain-dead drone. But before she went crazy her good sense kicked in and snapped her back to reality. Remembering where she was, and the loving man waiting for her at home, she held the book as a shield against her breasts, gave her back to the huge boy and meekly suggested "Mr. Rawlings. You... you should go to your seat." Ken didn't move, which after several seconds forced the teacher to turn and face him again. This time her mind was set to give a more forceful instruction. However when she turned found that Ken had tipped his body forward and his face was mere inches from hers.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Are you sure?" He asked sensually, so close to her that she could feel his breath on her lips.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Oh Lord! He maybe 17, but he really knows how to break down a woman's defenses." She told to herself, feeling as if she was lost in a lust-induced hallucination. "If sex were a plane, I'm sure that this guy had ten times more frequent flier miles than me." There was no doubt in her mind that the young stud could sense how attracted she was to him, and how horny she was right then. "Christ! My panties are completely soaked and are getting wetter each passing second with him so close". Suddenly she became worried that her juices might leak down her legs, making her arousal visible to every one.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Her body was on fire, her knuckles went white as she tightened her grip on the book, just to stop herself from jumping him and grope his muscle-covered body. Ken was also so turned on by the sensual woman that for a fraction of a second there was the actual chance that teacher and student, which had only met for less than ten minutes, would have thrown their arms around each other and fucked their brains out in a classroom full of students without regard for the consequences.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]However, for good or evil, the moment was broken when the teacher, hearth beating madly, responded with a breathless, "Yes..."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Ken straightened, towering more than a feet over his hot teacher, and stood defiantly in front of her. His eyes never left hers. Rebbecca fought a desperate battle against her lustful feelings, "For God's sake, get a grip on yourself. You are a teacher, and an adult," she chided herself. "He is nothing but a kid." She laughed inwardly at her own statement. An inner voice retorted "Get real woman! He is as much a kid as you are a flat-chested blond bimbo." [/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Rebbecca had to admit to herself that the idea of labeling the embodiment of masculinity that was Ken as a kid was beyond ridiculous. He was a man, in fact a MAN among boys. Finally, after an eternally long minute, Ken shrugged a noncommittal "OK" and turned to walk to his seat.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]The spell was suddenly broken and the troubled woman let out a long sigh as she held onto her desk, trying hard to recover from the sexual tension that had drained her. "My God! I had never felt like this before." She whispered facing the class again at last. Thankfully for her, the students were so mesmerized by Ken that they didn't pay attention to her flustered state. Knowing fully that she had to focus and recover her composure before the boys’ and girls’ attention returned to her, didn’t stop Rebbecca of become flushed again watching the muscular body of Kennedy Rawlings walk away to his desk at the back of the classroom. "Heaven help me, I am in deep trouble," she breathed in despair.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Ken walked imperiously, as if he was the master of the class. As did so, the girls looked at him breathlessly, all of them checking out his magnificent body in motion. The guys watched him with similar intensity, some in different degrees of arousal, but most sizing themselves up against him. All of them, even the most self-assured and athletic guys of the class, were unable to find a way to convince their brains that they could take down that huge mountain of muscles in a fight. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]On his part, Ken didn't gave even the smallest amount of attention to any of his classmates. He always walked looking straight ahead to an invisible point in front of him. He did it absolutely on purpose. His experience had taught him that was a great way to emphasize his superiority over the group. Later, if it was convenient to him, he would grant to some of them the [/COLOR][COLOR=White]privilege[/COLOR][COLOR=White] of his personal attention. The concept was probably very politically incorrect and may sound wrong on many levels, but sadly it worked. It took him some time to get used to the idea that most people reacted with admiration and even submission to that kind of treatment, but he accepted the reality of things. Ken if anything else was generally a practical man.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]After sitting down, Ken turned his head and flashed a wide grin at his friend Leonard, whose head was full of a million of questions to ask, but was so caught in the domineering spell of Ken’s that was speechless. Seeing his huge new friend's grin he immediately relaxed and couldn't contain himself any longer.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Ken, Dude, how big are you? I mean... Yeah, of course you're big but... The door... I mean... The door... "[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Ken laughed delighted by his friend's awe. "What do you mean. Big? Of course I'm big. I'm big all over." He stated with a mischievous grin. "You can measure me whenever you want."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Leonard mused a little about the invitation, but quickly discarded it, focusing in his original point. "No, I mean... How tall are you? The door is around what? 6 feet 8? So you must be over 7 feet tall man."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Hahaha, sorry buddy, but you made a little miscalculation. I'm over 6'10, but not 7 yet. Still growing though. So who knows?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Leonard looked puzzled and not especially willing to contradict the new master of the classroom, but he felt it was safe to argue with his friend. "Come on man, your eye-line was over the top of the door's frame, so clearly you have more than 4 inches over it. Ken, we couldn't even see your eyes!"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Ken made a face and gave him a look that screamed "Dumb!" And with a half-serious face asked, "Dude, what are you? A nerd or just a wimp?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Surprised by the sudden change of topic, the little guy asked defensively "What's the difference?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]The only answer he got from Ken was a single word "Brains." He then kept looking his friend with barely disguised amusement. "Come on Leonard, it’s not rocket science, you can figure it out," he said, gazing down to the floor to his feet.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Confused, Leonard followed his friend’s eyes to the floor. After a few seconds, he was ready to give up the title of nerd, because he didn't understand what Ken was getting at. But suddenly he understood. The shoes. Hitting his forehead and stating a well-known Homer-like "Doh!", the 5 foot 5 nerd looked at his friend apologetically and said "You are six ten barefoot."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Bingo!" Ken clasped his friend's shoulder with the strength of a mack truck --from Leonard’s point of view-- and almost threw him from his desk. "Sorry buddy sometimes I forget to be careful."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]About the same time that Leonard was impersonating the Simpson's patriarch, the flustered teacher managed to regain enough composure to speak to the class again. She made a late introduction of the new student, who pointed out to the class that he must be referred as Ken and not Kennedy. This breech of protocol, to the general astonishment of the class, was accepted meekly by Mrs. Cappadonna.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]With the introduction finished, the teacher proceeded to continue the reading where she had left off. Slowly the students shifted their attention to her, stealing glances at their new classmate from time to time. After 20 minutes, the students were more or less focused on the lecture and the teacher moved to the blackboard to make some annotations. Watching the beautiful dark-haired woman's hard rounded ass move in front of him, the muscled stud felt his cock stir in his jeans and decided it was time to move forward with the plan he had quickly concocted to break the teacher before the period ended. "I'll have that ass today," he thought, renewing his early vow.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Taking a deep breath, Ken stretched casually, slowly flexing his muscles. He loved the sense of power that coursed through his body each time he did it. Then he extended and flexed his 25 inch arms, watching his biceps bulge into gargantuan balls of rippling muscle fibers that, as he planned, took the sleeves of the shirt beyond the point of no return. There was an audible creaking, then a faint ripping sound that brought the attention of some of the students back to Ken's seat. The muscular teen laughed, then straightened his arms and flexed again harder. First the sharp peak of his left bicep opened a tear in one sleeve, and then his right bicep busted the other one all the way to the hem. Looking sadly at his left arm, he flexed it even harder. His face got a serious look as his throbbing bicep grew more and his triceps bulged outward, helping in the quickly achieved task of snapping the remaining sleeve.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Satisfied with a job well done, the now-sleeveless senior leaned back, putting his hands behind his head and flexing his fully displayed biceps. At this point, the eyes of the entire class --except the teacher’s that were fully focused on the blackboard-- were glued on Ken's massive arms. He regarded his fellow students with a smug grin and started a slow flexing session that was received with a plethora of loud exclamations. Which went from "Fuck!", to "My God!", with some "Look those things!" and "Damn hot!" thrown in the mix, all issued indistinctly by female and male students alike. The loudly-voiced impact of Ken movements finally caught the attention of the teacher, who turned see his bulging biceps grow in size. From across the room, Rebbecca's eyes traced the thick veins on the teenager's arms, then moved down, past the massive shoulders to the bouncing squares of beef that were his chest.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Impossible!" was the only word that left the almost drooling mouth of the woman, when she realized that the two slabs of meat were moving independently of each other. "Nobody can have that kind of power and control," she argued with herself despite the overwhelming evidence. There was no argument back.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]It took less than a minute for the hyperactive muscles to put a tear at the neckline of the shirt, which quickly joined the preexisting one on the center of it. Smiling the whole time, Ken proceeded to slowly --almost sensually-- spread his cobra hood-like lats. He [/COLOR][COLOR=White]intentionally[/COLOR][COLOR=White] draw out the time required to flare them to their full glory over nearly an entire minute. During that time, the only sound in the classroom was the ripping of the seams of the shirt, as his lats tore through the sides to make room for themselves. To close the act, the almost-shirtless guy stretched gingerly to the ceiling, making his shoulders swell and break through the rests of the very much destroyed garment.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Silence followed the exhibition. All the present in the classroom were staring with rounded eyes and open mouths at the colossal display of brawn that was Ken. His relaxed face stared back and smiled. "What?" he asked, faking innocence. Then he pretended to newly notice the busted sleeves of his shirt. "Oh goodness! When did this happened?" His mocking expression was so theatrical that despite their shock, some of his classmates couldn't stifle some skittish laughs.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Sorry guys, but this happens so often that I don't notice anymore. Hope you don't mind." Putting his arms down, Ken examined his ruined sleeves and shrugged the exposed globes of muscles of his shoulders. "You won't believe the bills for clothing that I have to endure," he commented, with a mischievous grin and a wink to Leonard.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"The problem is these things are too big," he continued looking down at his right arm's bicep and pumping it a few time to make it peak up again. "What do you think? Too big?" the teen behemoth asked all of sudden to the bewildered red-headed guy seated right in front of him.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Ethan Buckton, was not just any guy. He was captain of the varsity wrestling team and champion of the city's heavy weight division. A strapping and very athletic young man that until Ken's arrival was the biggest guy in class. However, faced with the imposing figure of his new classmate, the champion --who all his life had been one of the biggest guys among his peers-- found his 6 foot 3, 232 pound well muscled and toned body wanting. The 18 inch arms that he had always had been so proud of seemed flabby and inadequate in comparison to the marble-like hard perfection on display only inches from his face. Kennedy brought his arm up once more and flexed hard. His bicep and triceps exploded to new dimensions, making the thick veins throb with the effort of feeding blood to the expanding muscles. With his eyes glued on the growing muscle, the wrestler's mouth moved to respond the question, but no sound came out. A choked groan of admiration, which Ken acknowledged with a pleased eye brow raise, was the only sound he could make. The young titan loved to be admired, especially by those he considered peers of sorts. Of course he hadn't met a person he could consider an actual peer, but he liked to consider the top athletes he met as the next closest thing.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]With great effort, the teacher managed to tear herself away from the muscle spell that had been cast over the class and, gathering all her inner strength, uttered a firm "Mr. Rawlings!" that got Ken's attention.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Yes Miss Cappadonna?" [/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"It’s Mrs. Cappadonna," corrected the woman, raising her left hand and showing her golden wedding ring.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Oops, sorry, didn't see it before," lied Ken, fully aware that his teacher was a married woman, having noticed the ring when she dropped her book earlier. Her married status by no means discouraged the young yet sexually experienced jock. If anything, the added challenge to prove his superiority by taking another's partner, be it a girlfriend/boyfriend, fiancee, lover or wife/husband only made the prospect of a conquest more thrilling and tantalizing. "She is so easy to goad," he thought, amused by how easy was for him to make her take the bait. "I was distracted," he added, making the teacher blush by looking meaningfully at her chest.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Unsure if she should be angry or downright flustered, Mrs. Cappadonna regarded her new student with a withering look and demanded an explanation of his behavior. More than happy to comply, the young muscle man got up from his seat and started to walk toward her. "What are you doing?" asked Rebbecca, suddenly scared. "You can talk from your seat," she argued, watching his gigantic form approach her. "Mr. Rawlings, go back to your seat!" She ordered in a loud and somewhat firm voice, and was momentarily relieved when Ken stopped in the middle of the classroom. Sadly, that moment of solace was short lived.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Looking with annoyance at his shirt, Kennedy Rawlings muttered an angry, "fuck this!" He took a deep breath and gave a full flex of his upper body. Arms, shoulders, chest and back burst with muscle at the same time, filling the shirt to the max. Exclamations erupted all around him when the remnants of the green shirt tore apart with loud ripping sounds. The strained fabric of the doomed garment was blown to shreds by his expanded muscles. When nothing was left but a tattered piece of green cotton that went from his right shoulder to his waist, he grabbed and tore it from his body with no effort, showing to members of the Highland High School's community the full glory of his almost super-humanly muscled and perfectly sculpted upper body for the first time.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"What a stud!" Said a melodious yet slightly coarse voice next to Ken. He turned to see a stunning red-head girl seated at his right, who was hungrily exploring his bared torso.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Even seated, Ken could see that she was tall, probably around 5 foot 10, her shoulders looked solid and well rounded. "She is quite athletic" thought Ken, sizing up her toned upper arms and the part of her thick legs that showed from her short white skirt. Her face was just amazing: cheekbones that seemed sculpted by a master carver, exotic cat-like gray eyes so deep that a man could easily get lost in them, full pouty lips that he couldn't wait to see stretched around his shaft, all encased in a mane of fiery red hair. "Damn! How the hell did I miss her?" asked the young muscle-man in his head, realizing quickly that he had been too focused on the hot teacher. "I have to take a thorough survey of the class," he thought, "because if I missed her, God only knows what other sexy treasures may be around." For a moment he toyed with the idea of posing and flexing a little for the girl, but he decided to stay focused on Mrs. Cappadonna and resumed his journey towards the sexy teacher.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Watching Ken move, the lovely red-head's perky firm tits heaved with deep breaths, attempting to calm the racing beat of her heart. Nicole Buckton was co-captain of the cheerleading squad and former star of the school's gymnastic team. All her life she had been tall --at the age of 18 she was an inch and a half shy of 6 feet--, very athletic and extremely competitive. However, she had never put the feminine part of her personality aside. She knew she was hot, and took advantage of it using her feminine charms to make her wishes a reality in 99% of times. What people didn't know about her was that she had always longed for a guy who made her feel protected. People only knew that she liked big strong guys and guessed that it was just lust for muscle, but what she really wanted was that sense of security of being with a real man. She always dated the biggest and strongest guys around, but despite that she still hadn't found the right man for her. Her boyfriend, Paul Hittner, quarterback and captain of the football team, who was barely 4 inches taller than her was OK, but not enough to fulfill the roll of her ultimate fantasy male. In town there were few people taller than Paul, even fewer had close to the same level of buffness of his +260 pounds of trained muscles, and sadly all the ones who did were total jerks. So she had resigned herself to wait until college to resume her search for the guy of her dreams. But it seemed like her time of searching had came to a glorious end. "Oh, God don't let him be a jerk." She prayed with all her soul.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]The cheerleader watched the man of her fantasies walk away, taking in all the details of the thick tanned muscles that capped his broad shoulders. Her hands itched with desire to caress those meaty lats that flared down to his narrow athletic hips. She bit her lower lip when her eyes landed on his revealing jeans; they sagged bellow his muscular abs, held up only by his round muscle butt. The pants were worn in a way that left the full length of his abs, even the slabs that were under his navel, his oblique muscles and the upper quarter of his firm ass cheeks exposed to view. When the barely-clothed guy finally stopped in front of the teacher, Nicole was shamelessly rubbing the wet front of her soaked panties, images of her sexy body glistening with sweat after being ravaged by the muscular stud flooding her mind. It required the hard shove of her fellow co-captain Coleen to bring her out of the lustful daydreaming.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Ken made the last part of his walk in a deliberately slow pace. He moved with a panther-like grace of movements that bewitched Rebbecca, who wasn't able to speak a word or move a muscle until his dominating persona halted an inch away from her frozen body. All the time Ken approached her, the woman couldn't help but stare at his magnificent body in motion. She saw the massive cables and boulders of brawn of his arms and shoulders bulge and flex, the hard and thick muscles of his chest and deltoids swell and tense, the rock-like pockets of hard meat of his abdominal eight-pack and chiseled railroad-tie-like obliques stretch, bulge and pull against each other in a symphony of muscular movement.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Rebbecca didn't know how to react, she had never faced a situation like that. Given her natural attractiveness, in the past she had been approached by men seeking her attention, some with gallant gestures, others with crude attitudes. In a lot of cases guys had the mistaken idea that throwing their big muscles around would get them somewhere with her. However, none had ever achieved the feat of getting her so worked up as the cocky bastard in front of her. She had easily blew off all those annoying suitors, but she found herself unable to do the same with Ken and she didn't know why. The only thing she was sure of was that she had to get as far away from him as was humanly possible. "He is nothing but trouble," she said to herself and took a few steps back, trying to put some distance between them. Immediately she realized that her hasty retreat had cornered her against the classroom's blackboard.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Ken watched her move toward the blackboard and smiled, her back was against the blackboard and soon her supple body would be trapped between the hard wall and his harder muscles. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Despite the distance between them, the teacher was forced to crane her neck to look at the young man's eyes, which were looking down at her with what can only be described as totally conceited self-assurance. A chill ran through her body when their eyes met, she felt light-headed and found that simply drawing in air became very difficult. His eyes bore into hers and she felt as though a heavy sexual energy was pouring out of his body. She intellectually knew that such thing was impossible, a ridiculous idea, but it was what she felt. And whatever it was, it had her mind flooded with images of sex. Hard, deep, powerful sex.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Fortunately for Rebbecca, Ken's body blocked her from view, because there was no way to hide her body’s responses to his proximity. Her magnificent breasts heaved with the heavy breaths she had to take. Her slack jaw left her mouth wide open and her hands struggled desperately with the upper buttons of her blouse. She needed to open it, she was so hot that felt like she was cooking inside the garment, but the damned things seemed glued together. She just couldn't open her blouse. "His eyes", her brain screamed, "look away from his eyes." With superlative effort, Rebbecca broke eye contact with Ken's I'm-going-to-fuck-you stare, but inadvertently her eyes dropped to his hyper-developed and naked torso. "Good God not there, look anywhere but at his body." Her brain again tried to help her, sadly this time she had no willpower to do it. Her eyes simply kept roaming his deeply tanned skin, which was covered by a thin layer of sweat that only served to emphasize the prominent ridges of his massive musculature.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Watching her eyes drinking from his body, Ken flexed his chest making it expand into a huge rounded ball of striated muscle. This made Rebbecca lick her lips as thoughts of sucking his plump nipples invaded her mind, an action that helped to moisten her suddenly very much dry mouth. She was dying to use her tongue to taste the drops of sweat that traveled down his bulging pecs and washboard abs. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Then, unable to contain herself anymore and against all rational thought and caution, her right hand was on his belly, caressing the hard corrugated abdominal muscles. "My god! Each slab of his eight-pack must stick out at least two inches from his body." She marveled, so lost in lustful adoration that she didn't realize that Ken --the thick wings of solid muscle of his lats flaring out completely-- had closed the distance between them until her body was completely immobilized by two walls, one of concrete and other of equally hard muscle. Rebbecca's vision was totally blocked by Ken’s massive body and a little bit of claustrophobia started to creep in her.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Mr. Rawlings, please step back," she weakly requested, her hands pushing against him in a vain attempt to move his towering body. "This is... This is..." she tried to focus her mind and evoke the right words from her well known rich vocabulary. But she failed.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Wrong?" Asked a very amused Ken lowering his head to whisper the words. He held his body with his two forearms resting on the blackboard, above and at each side of his teacher's head.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Yes... Wrong..." agreed Rebbecca, against the screaming protest of all her natural instincts, which were demanding her total surrender.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"But a good kind of wrong, don't you agree?" He kept whispering in a deep ultra-masculine voice. "A good, and promising kind of wrong. A wrong that can make us feel so good..." He left the words linger and abruptly leaned in, trapping her head in the deep cleavage that separated his mountainous slabs of pec-flesh. Mrs. Cappadonna was 5 foot 9 compared with Ken's 7 foot 1. Her mouth was level with the lower end of his breastbone, so when her head was forced against his naked torso her lips got impregnated by the sweat collected in the small triangular crevice that formed in the center of his torso, right between the chest and abs.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]The black-haired woman's barely-standing inner defenses collapsed right then, when the only sense that hadn't been compromised by the guy's body fell prey to his salty flavor. All her other senses were already taken by Ken presence. The sense of sight was overwhelmed since she rested eyes on his perfect muscular body, the sense of smell got captivated by his masculine essence, her hearing couldn't have enough of his manly voice, and the sense of touch was swept over when her hands fondled his muscular torso. All her sensory receptors were overloaded with erotic sensual sensations, and her mind just couldn't resist any more. Rebbecca Cappadonna, high school teacher for 12 years, married woman for 10, mother for 9, for the first time in her adult life succumbed to the temptations of the flesh. She relaxed, craned her neck to focus her eyes on his face, and with a deep sigh of resignation returned the dominating stare of her student with eyes that showed nothing more that the most absolute submission.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Smiling in triumph, Ken whispered "That's good teach, just do as I say and things will go pleasantly smooth for everybody." Then holding the mentally spent woman by her arms, he moved a step back and set the rules that will govern things in the class.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]“First, my word is unquestionable, things will always be done as I say. No objections or second guesses. Second, you mustn't interrupt me, ever, regardless of what I may be doing, because every time you do it, I’ll have to punish you.“ The nature of the punishment was left undisclosed. “Third, you will treat me with the ultimate respect, never raise your voice to me or try to challenge my authority in the classroom. Fourth, no grade below A is acceptable for me, and you will adjust the grades of any other student if I ever order you to do so. And finally, whatever happens in the classroom stays in the classroom, no word of it will be spoken outside.”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]After his rules were clearly dictated, Ken encouraged his teacher to show her conformity licking his cleavage. Fully aware that she was completely under his power, the mature woman gave in without even a token resistance. With her eyes closed, she put her hand over the sleek skin of his chest mounds for support, and on tip-toes proceeded to eagerly lap the deep ravine-like gulf that divided his pectoral masses. The taste was wonderful, and her hands started to roam lower. Ken suddenly ordered her to stop, and the teacher reluctantly obeyed, regarding the young muscle stud with questioning eyes.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"If you keep that up, my cock is going to rip my pants as surely as my muscles did my shirt," Ken said answering her silent question. He then took a couples of steps back to allow the aroused woman a better view of his crotch area. He enjoyed the shock on her face when her eyes, after traveling all the way down his huge body, rested in a very evidently large bulge that showed clearly under the fabric of his jean's right thigh.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Lost for words, she only managed to say "... Huge..." with bewildered eyes.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Yup, and not at full mast yet." The comment was accentuated by a visible enlargement of his manhood, which grew to reach the 9 inch mark. The process of expansion of his member was clearly perceived by Rebbecca as Ken tensed his leg muscles, action that caused his cock to push against the fabric of his jeans, allowing both of them full view of every single detail of his manhood's growing process. "Got to go," he stated and without warning turned and moved back to his seat. The teacher ogled him from behind, thinking "I don't have a problem, I am absolutely lost and beyond rescue". She was his, in mind, and soon in body too, she had no doubt about it. She only hoped she had the inner strength needed to keep her soul for herself.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Satisfied by his new conquest, Ken grinned all the way back to his seat. Watching all eyes zero on his bulging crotch he muttered "there is no fucking way anybody could miss it," and winked to Nicole as he approached to her seat. The red-head's pointy nipples were openly showing, as were those of all the girls with revealing tops or blouses. He stopped in front of her and tensing his upper body engaged in a short talk with her.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Nicole? It's pretty," he said when the girl gave him her name. He dazzled her with his most charming smile, showing all his perfectly white teeth, and used his right hand to softly caress the silky skin of her flawless face. He let his thumb rest for a few seconds on her soft lips. Enough time to allow the beautiful girl look at it and realize that the thing looked bigger than some penises she had seen. Looking back up to his still smiling face, the red-headed hottie in an unmistakable sign of submission parted her lips and allowed the thick digit enter her mouth, licking the tip of it with her pointy tongue. Ken seized the opportunity and pushed his finger all the way in; it was a very crude, yet effective, method to test her gagging reflexes. She knew it because he wasn’t the first guy to do it, and she was delighted at her opportunity to show Ken that she hardly had any.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Satisfied by his findings, the hunk withdraw his saliva coated digit with a popping sound and almost tenderly held the girl's face by her chin. Then in a voice that can only be described as sex oozing, he said "I'll see you around gorgeous. And soon, very soon. I have to treat you with the real thing." Then he winked and walked back to his seat, leaving the girl panting laboriously.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]In the way, a couple other girls got his eye briefly but none was even remotely as interesting as the red-head. For good measure, some guys were presented with intimidating displays of muscle that made most of them shrink in their seats and others stare in reverence. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]But it wasn’t until he was almost at his seat, that Ken remembered the other red-head hottie of the class. Ethan. The red-headed jock was looking at him with an unmistakable glazed look of lust and awe. He was breathing fast, his muscular chest raising with each intake of breath, and his right hand was on his lap, stroking his notoriously erected cock. His heavy breaths got stuck in his chest when he realized that his semi-naked classmate was standing right next to him, his eye fixed on his lap.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Busted red-handed, Ethan's face got a bright tomato shade of red. For a moment Ken was worried that the guy was having a heart attack. But the seated guy quickly recovered and tried to hide his erection with one of his notebooks. It was obviously too late but the gesture seemed cute in the eyes of the giant. The awkward situation caused beads of sweat to begin streaking down Ethan’s face. The guy was dead scared of what Ken might do to him. He knew he was big and a champion wrestler, but the standing muscle-guy was way bigger than him and he knew that wrestling techniques were of little help in a street fight. The only way to use them was get close enough to his rival to apply a hold, and he was certain that getting close to the muscular behemoth standing in front of him when he was mad was a very bad idea. A suicidal one even. Plus he wasn't sure he would be strong enough to apply an incapacitating hold successfully on him.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]After no more than 20 seconds --that appeared hours to Ethan--, Kennedy leaned over him and ordered the scared athlete to look up. Warily, he obeyed and when their eyes met, the giant said, "We will talk later," and with no further word returned to his seat. "Oh God! I'm dead." Thought the red-head, his body trembling.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Back at his writing desk, the over 350 pounds teen-muscle-giant, resumed his earlier muscle flexing agenda. He brought his arms up and, locking his fingers, together stretched forward in his chair. As he flexed, he turned his head from one side to the other watching the muscles of his arms dance under his skin. In the middle of his session of self-admiration, he smiled to Leonard and casually said "Told you man, shirts go pop on me all the time."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Shaking his head to clear his mind, the quite shocked friend asked in a low almost conspiratorial voice "I assume that this is what you called a class takeover, right?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Exactly," answered Ken as calm as if he was just seating in the park. "You don't have to whisper buddy, this class is already mine. Don't believe me. Watch and learn." Resting his muscular butt heavier against the the seat beneath him, he stretched his long muscle-packed legs forward casually pushing Ethan Buckton against his desk. Action that in kind caused that the guy in front of him also got smashed between his chair and desk. Suddenly all the students in the row were squashed or moved in some fashion, causing a wave of complains that interrupted the class again.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Turning warily, the teacher asked what was happening. The muscle stud just shrugged his shoulders and said that he needed more space for his legs.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Right, well, of course you are a big guy, it must be hard to fit in such tiny space. Maybe we can make some arrangements with the distribution of the class." Offered Rebbecca.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Looking straight at his teacher’s dark eyes, Kennedy Rawlings calmly stated "Sure, I want all the writing desks in an six feet radius from me moved at once." There was no doubt that he had just issued an order, and all the eyes suddenly converged on Mrs. Cappadonna. The students heads were filled with the same question, "Would she obey?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Mr. Rawlings I don't think..." The teacher started but was cut in mid-sentence.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"It’s ‘Ken’." His voice was different from the one he used when they spoke before. Now it was harsh, commanding.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"I beg your pardon?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"I said, it’s ‘Ken’." And standing he continued, "You will address me as Ken, Becca, not Mr. Rawlings, not Kennedy. Ken. Is that clear?" He waited a couple of seconds for an answer, but as he received none, the question was repeated in a harder tone. "IS THAT CLEAR?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Yes," responded Rebbecca, noticeably meek. All traces of her well known strictness vanished. She didn't even questioned the untold command that had labeled her as Becca instead of Mrs. Cappadonna.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Good. Now get those desks moving." The teacher obeyed immediately, directing the students to move their desk. No one dared to protest and following his instructions, in less than a minute Ken's space was cleared of all desk except his and Leonard's.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]During the process, Ken stood with his arms crossed over his chest. Leonard quickly recognized the pose, "It’s the same as when he thought I was gay." The thought made the small teen realize that what Ken had done earlier was some sort of take over of him. It was all there, the sense of awe about him, the physical intimidation, the easy commanding authority, and finally the promise that all will be OK as long as things are done accordingly to his desires. Some part of him wanted to rebel against such outrage, such violation, but another just felt it was not such a big issue. Of course, intimidation was a tool of control that bullies were known to use all the time, generally it was more cost-effective than actual physical violence, and he should be mad with Ken for using it so casually with him. However, he just couldn't find enough righteous anger to do so. Maybe because unlike Matt and Jamie, he felt more wonderment about him than dread. It may have been due to Ken's offer of protection and friendship, but regardless he felt things were not bad enough to get feisty. Yet there was something nagging him in the back of his head about Ken's behavior that he just couldn't put his finger on.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Once the classroom was rearranged, Ken sat down without a word and signaled the teacher that she could continue. Then looking at his friend, the smiling conqueror said, "See, told you. The class is mine, and this is only the beginning. In my old school I turned the Principal's office in my personal relaxation room, if you know what I mean.” Ken then made a hand sign that was very well known to meant sex. ”I even convinced the school board to build an annex to it, with hot tub and walk-in closet. You know, all the good stuff." His face glowed remembering his [/COLOR][COLOR=White]glorious[/COLOR][COLOR=White] past actions.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"So, you plan to do the same in all classes and around the school?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Pretty much" Answered Ken again sitting back in his chair --making it creak quite loudly this time-- and starting to flex again.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Come on man, can you stop it?" Asked Leonard a little bit forceful, which caused a faked angry stare from his friend. Ken didn't want anyone in the class to think it was acceptable to talk to him back. The little guy was unaware of the falseness of the anger and apologized very nervously. "Sorry, it’s that I just want to talk with you for a moment."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"So? Go ahead. Don't tell me you’re nervous just from this muscle flexing? Or is it just hard to focus with me so close?" Ken's words were directed more to the people seating around them that to Leonard, but he didn't knew it. The little guy began to wonder if he was doing the right thing, involving himself with a person as narcissistic as Ken. Sure, he had right to be proud of his body, but everything must have a limit to be healthy.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]The big guy lowered his arms and said in a tone that made it clear that he was annoyed. "OK, but I’m only making this exception because we’re friends. You’ll really have to get used to speaking while in a state of awe, buddy, because if not we won't be talking much." Then before Leonard could have a chance to start talking, Kennedy begun to run his hands over the tight tan bared skin of his torso.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]This caused Leonard to close his eyes in annoyance and take deep calming breath before starting. "OK. Obviously you are used to thing going your way. Right?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"That's an understatement." Ken attention was focused in his roaming hands.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"But, I'm wondering. Do you ever think about the consequences of what you do?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Explain."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Explain? OK. Ehhh... OK. Mrs. Cappadonna for example. Do you realize that she may get in trouble if the school administration hears that she is getting bossed around by one of her students? I mean, yes, I admit that she is a real bitch sometimes, but in general she is a good person and a really great teacher. She could lose her job, and... and all that stuff over the blackboard? Were you hitting on her or something?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Ken stopped his self-caress and looking at Leonard made a sign to him to get closer. When they were just a few inches away, the big guy responded the questions in low voice. "Look, I understand that you are a little freaked out. OK? Just relax a little, this isn't my first time. I understand that you care for Becca, but I promise I'll protect her, OK? Trust me."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"But, was it OK for you to do this kind of things in your old school? Well I guess it was, because if you turned the Principal's office into your whatever..."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Look," Ken interrupted, "it took me a couple of years to train the school staff and students to do my bidding, OK? I'm better at it now and I can make people bend to my will more easily. But, well, I admit that I may have rushed things today." For the first time since he met Ken, Leonard saw a little crack in his I-am-all-powerful demeanor. Ken looked down at his desk and with a sigh he continued, "I usually take a couple of weeks to break a teacher, in the meantime I seduce my classmates and do other stuff, but today it was just... Look, I want Becca, OK? There, I said it. I want her, she is one of the most beautiful women, and the most beautiful teacher by the way, I’ve ever met. Since I saw her, coming in, she’s made me salivate with the idea of having her naked under me. OK? I'm sorry if I'm being too graphic for you," he said, seeing the reddening face of his friend, "but that's what I feel, OK? I'm not made of stone, even if my muscles look as hard as rocks." He finished, unable to stop himself from making the reference.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"So, you have plans to... you know... do her?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Yes. Today"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Today?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Yes, after school day is over."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"OK, you know best, I guess."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Look, buddy. I'm sorry if I came on too harsh. OK? I usually do things a little more subtlety, and I should had thought things a little more thoroughly, but when my cock takes the wheel my brain just goes flying out by the window. Furthermore, man, you had to admit that this school is something else. First I found a buddy like you right after arrival," Leonard gave him the expected grateful smile, "next a hot babe with the juiciest boobs and roundest ass results to be my first teacher, and then I'm in the middle of a class that had at least six-cock stirring beauties. Including two red-headed ones."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Two? But The only red-head is Nicole."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Yeah? And what about the hunk seated in front of me?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Ethan? Oh, sorry I forgot that you liked guys to."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"No biggie. So, as I was saying, two red-headed hotties in the same class. What are the odds?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Well, I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news but Ethan is totally straight. He is a Champion heavyweight wrestler and has a steady girlfriend."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Really? Sorry to disagree with you my friend, but I know the look on his face very well. It was lust."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Sorry, but you are mistaken, my friend. It has to be something else."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Nope. He had a boner."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"What?" The surprises of the day seemed unending. Involuntarily, Leonard cast a perplexed look toward the wrestler. "No way."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Way."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"But, what about Angela?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"His girlfriend? Well, is she a cheerleader?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"No. She is the editor of the school paper, and member of the honor roll. A very smart girl. The Principal called her a real academic jewel once."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"I see, that means that she is not quite attractive."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"On the contrary, she is smoking hot. She is blond, has striking blue eyes, and although she dresses very conservatively, has a body that a porn star will kill for."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Porn? Leonard, buddy, you impress me."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"I... I... Well... Yeah, OK, I have some DVDs that my parents probably wouldn't approve of."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"I bet, but tell me more of this... Angela."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Well, as I said, she is very conservative in her choice of clothing, she doesn't go as far as Mrs. Cappadonna, but... she does have wonderful boobs. I think they are almost as big as again Mrs. Cappadonna's, but on her 5 foot 5 body they look gigantic. Pound for pound, proportionally she had more tit flesh. However, she isn't very popular."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"How so?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Well... She is a cold hearted bitch. I think that you will have a hard time finding somebody in the school who has seen her smile more than once. People don’t understand what Ethan sees in her. She doesn't go to balls or parties, eats her lunch in the paper’s office, and doesn't have a single friend in the school. She is a social pariah, and coming from me that means a lot."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"I see. Interesting." Ken eyes reduced to a couple of slits, his mind working.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Are you sure about Ethan?" Leonard's voice was again low and conspiratorial.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Absolutely."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Man, this is huge!" The excitement in the little guy's voice was unmistakable, and Ken felt he had to intervene before his friend do something stupid.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Leonard, listen to me carefully." Ken grabbed the small guy’s face tightly to make sure he understood that what he was about to say was important. "You have to keep your mouth shut."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"What? No way man. This is huge!"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Shhh! Keep it low now. Yes, I know. But if for some reason he had worked so hard to keep his sexual preferences in the dark, we have no right to expose it."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"No right? After all you have done and told me today, you are saying to me that we should do things the right way? You?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Yes. Look I'm not a saint, OK?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Obviously."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"I make mistakes all the time, as you and everybody else does. OK? But weren't you the one talking about consequences just a moments ago."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Yeah."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"So? If he is in the closet, isn't his right to decide when to come out?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"I suppose..." Leonard sighed, accepting that his friend was right. "OK. I won't say anything. But you are killing me here dude!"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"That's my buddy, you make me proud." Ken said to Leonard, whom smiled half-heartedly at his friends words. "OK now, back to the important stuff, what can you tell me about Nicole and the chocolate skinned babe seated next to her. Mhm! She is just delicious."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"That's Coleen Barns, she is co-captain of the cheerleaders squad with Nicole."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Wait!" It was the turn of Ken to look surprised. "The co-captains of the cheerleaders are a red-head and a black girl? Man, this school IS something else."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Why do you say that?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Well buddy, I thought that there was a law or something, probably in the Constitution, that stated that to be cheerleader captain you had to be blond. But not here, not at Highland High."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Well now that you mention it, usually they are, but Nicole against all odds got the position two years ago and Coleen last year. Some of the girls in the team didn't like it at first but they have won the state championships the last two years, so..."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"One question, the unhappy girls were they blond?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Ehhh, yes, all but Melody. She left the school last year tough."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"See, is against some law, I'm sure of that. But lets focus in the important again, do they have boyfriends?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Leonard couldn't avoid smile at his friend's brazenness. "Sure. Nicole's is Paul Hittner, he’s the quarterback and captain of the school's football team. He is OK, a little hard headed, a show off but not too mean. Coleen on the other hand has worst taste, hers is Mark Dalton. One of the school's meanest bullies. He is one of the guys that... well... enjoy putting me into my locker, among other delightful things. He is really mean and big. He is the Center on the football team, which usually is the position of the captain but he is so disliked by every one, that the captaincy was given to Paul instead. It didn't go down well with Mark, but he had no other choice but to accept it. Football is the only ticket he has to college, so he had to suck it up to stay in the team."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Is that so?" An evil grin formed in Ken's face, "She like mean guys, ha? OK. This definitely opens a lot of possibilities."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Other thing that you probably should know, is that Nicole and Ethan are brother and sister."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Really?" Ken's face was again filled with the evidences of his surprise.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Yup, twins."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Whoa, whoa, hold your horses!" Ken couldn't believe his ears, "Twins?" Leonard nodded. "Wait a minute. You are actually telling me that this school, besides having the hottest teacher alive, had a red-headed male-female combo of twins that are big, strong, athletic and absolutely sexy?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Ehhh, yes?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Wow! This place is hot!" Ken face was the portrait of a kid in a candy store. "And this is only my first class. What's up next, nymphomaniac Asian triplets?" He asked amused, and closing his eyes he let his imagination wander. Images of him having sex with the lovely teacher ran through his mind, to be replaced later by a steamy threesome scene with him, Nicole and Ethan. In it, after enjoy a few interesting positions with the twins, he ended up by drilling the beautiful red-headed girl from behind as her brother busied himself licking as a possessed man the teenage titan's muscular ass and heavy balls. Then out of nowhere the gorgeous Collen joined them and begun to suck on her fellow cheerleader blood-engorded nipples. However, it wasn’t until Becca joined the ongoing orgy, with a trio of unknown Asian guys, that Kennedy Rawilng’s rambling mind started to lost control of his pent-up inner lust. After all, he has been controlling his desire for have sex with his teacher for almost one hour, and it has been almost twelve since his last cum. Quite a record for him actually, he hadn’t been so long without sex since he was 11, when he had to leave his adoptive parent’s home. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Suddenly he started to moan as his hands, which had been tracing the hard shelf of muscle of his broad chest for awhile, moved over his sensitive nipples. This casual action triggered a cascade of sensations that overloaded if conscientious barrier of self-control. "Sorry man, we have to leave this conversation for later. It’s for the best, trust me." [/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Leonard was about to protest, but he felt the sudden heat that was pouring off from Ken's body reach and pass him. The little teen, could feel the heat in the back of his skull. It was less intense than what he felt on his face but even so, his entire body felt surrounded by it, and it was intoxicating. He hadn't felt anything like it before in his life. It seemed almost physical, as if there was some kind of bubble of energy expanding out from Ken's body, which to Leonard’s amazement had started to sweat profusely as though he were doing some kind of heavy workout. And whatever it was, the entire class was affected by it. All the people around them were starting to squirm and moan, even Leonard’s body was reacting to it, he felt hot inside and was suddenly aware that his little penis was rock hard. He was dying to touch it, a deep necessity of self-satisfaction grew in him. "What in the pits of Mordor is this?" He thought alarmed, looking at his friend.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Leonard stood and moved away from Ken, trying to get away from the strange overwhelming sensation, but even as he bumped against the chair at the border of the cleared zone he could feel it. Even more, he realized that he could smell his friend. The odor, which he had already perceived when he stood close to Ken in the school halls, was different from anything he had smelled in the locker room. Usually the scent of his fellow students --especially after PE class, when they were all sweaty-- was a terrible stench that repulsed him, but Ken's was nothing even remotely like that. It was sweat, yes but it has a pleasant element in it that for some reason made his mind relate it with something healthy instead of dirty, "Probably because it comes from muscles instead of fat", he thought. His scientific mind, however, protested such ridiculous idea, emphasizing that what he was smelling was his sweat mixed with the bacteria that lived on the huge guy's skin and nothing more. There was absolutely nothing healthy about that.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Forcing himself to control his desires and watch Ken to see what he was doing, Leonard realized that his friend was again touching the wall of muscles of his mid-section, but there was something different this time. He seemed to be concentrating, not just enjoying his own body, but focusing intently. His face was tense, his eyes closed and eyebrows knit. Slowly the sweating diminished, as did the heat and the smell. Also a redness in Ken's muscles that Leonard hadn't noticed before, faded along with the rate of moaning in the classroom and the erection of Leonard's virgin tool. The whole situation defied any rational explanation he could think of. It was just chillingly weird.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]When Ken reopened his eyes, he found his friend at the edge of the cleared zone with a perplexed stare that screamed for answers. "We'll talk later," said Ken, signaling to his friend not to express any of the questions in his head. Then realizing the state in which the episode had left his classmates and teacher --she was on her knees trying to stand helping herself with her desk-- he decided that an early end of the class was required. So, he stood and walked to help the teacher up. He put his hand under her armpits and lifted the 130 pounds woman as if she was a feather. His muscle barely strained against such tiny weight. Then, before seating his teacher on her desk, the muscled beast decided to solidify his commanding position over her. He moved her up and down five times, letting sink in her mind that her entire weight was nothing for him. She might as well have been filled with air, for all the difference it made to him.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"How much do you weigh?" he asked, his face not showing even the sightless sign of effort.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"About a hundred and thirty," she said. "I’m not light. How could you lift me so easily? My husband couldn't even take me off the floor." [/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Not light? You are a little heavier than I had guessed, most be the boobs, but Becca, babe, 130 is nothing. I can curl you with one arm, no sweat. " Said Ken smirking disdainfully. "If your husband can't lift you he must be a royal wimp. Who much does he weigh anyway?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"A hundred and sixty, I think." Lied Rebbecca, adding 10 pound to her husband's actual weight.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"What a wimp!" He laughed. "Lets do something, lets get together sometime and I'll curl both of you. One in each arm. It must be funny look husband and wife going up and down, as I get a good pump." The youngster bragging had his teacher hyperventilating again, and had her juices flowing down her legs in seconds. Actually Ken got his hand wet with her inner fluids when to demonstrate the truthfulness of his words, he moved his left hand to her butt and held her up over her desk with her entire body weight supported only by his left arm. "I'm right handed," he whispered at her ear to further clarify the extent of his strength.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"No way," said Rebbecca, almost fainting.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Afterwards, he left the woman over her desk --her pussy leaking profusely all over her work material-- and faced the classroom. "Guys, the class is over for today, you can leave." The statement was done without hesitation and with such authority, that the students started to get up without even considering having to clear it with Mrs. Cappadonna. However before the first student leaved the classroom, the young titan demanded his classmates attention one more time and gave them a warning.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Before you go," he said, "one piece of advice. I would be very, very upset if I hear that somebody gets all big-mouthed and fool enough to go and tell what has happened here today without my express consent. And believe me guys, you don't want to upset me." To emphasize his point, Ken lifted his right arm, making his latissimus dorsi spread like a thick wing of muscle, and flexing hard transformed once more his bicep in a mountain of pure rock-hard muscle. Images of that arm choking, punching or throwing bodies around formed in the mind of every male and female student present. Ken was so new at the school that people didn't know him well enough to realize that he would first cut his arms before raising a hand in anger against a woman. He had, after all, other ways to control them.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]That muscular display was enough to instill a healthy fear in the minds of each one of Ken's classmates, but just to be sure --and have a little extra fun--, Ken walked right to Ethan. Without a word he grabbed the big wrestler by his belt and lifted him off the ground, showing little more effort than when he lifted the teacher. Before the champion wrestler had time to react, the mighty muscle guy shoved his right hand under the other's armpit and proceeded to curl him to his bared muscular chest, using only the strength of his huge arms. Ken's massive 25 inch arms flexed to their fullest as he calmly held the classroom's formerly biggest guy in his powerful grip.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Ethan protested and tried without success to free himself. He tried to pry open the hand that held his belt but it was like trying to open a steel vice. After the tenth curl, Ken pressed the red-head over his head, holding the scared boy for twenty seconds before lowering him slowly back to shoulder level. He repeated this five more times in a very slowly fashion, to show how little effort was needed. Also the slow movements allowed everybody to watch in detail the magnificent muscles of his back and shoulders, which erupted into a pile of sculpted living rock as he pressed the guy up and down. Ethan was livid with anger but his fear was greater. He had never been manhandled so easily. He was big, he was strong, he was a champion wrestler, people respected him, feared him even, and here he was, a mere toy for some muscle-freak. "This is just the beginning. He knows I'm gay, he is going to make life hell for me, and I can’t do a thing to stop him. He can crush me. He can kill me. Oh, god help me." He prayed with his arms and legs flailing futilely in the air.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Satisfied that his point had been made, Ken slowly pressed the fear stricken guy over his head once more, then walked around the classroom for a full minute with the defeated form of Ethan above him, and finally lowered him next to the teacher's desk. "Go now." His order was immediately obeyed by all the students, even the very shaken Ethan. Who walked directly to the bathroom to take care of his huge boner, which despite his fear was at full mast as result of Ken’s display of strength.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Afterwards, only Ken, the teacher and Leonard stayed. The muscle giant told Leonard to wait for him outside the door, because he had some things to arrange alone with the teacher. Reluctantly, the small guy obeyed.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Alone at last with the gorgeous woman, the muscular twelve-grader placed his hand on Rebbecca's shoulder and felt her tremble.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Don't worry babe, despite how much I want it, I won't do anything stupid like shred that ugly outfit and lick every millimeter of your silky tanned flesh." His voice was again pure sex, matching the almost palpable sense of masculinity and power that was pouring off him. Then his hand were all over her body. He caressed the solid, firm and round boobs that sat high on her slightly muscular chest. Then his hand moved down to her flat stomach, past it and came to rest on her steamy crotch, which he then rub purposely. The sensation of him touching her over the silky fabric of her long black skirt was delicious for both of them.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Chills that she hadn't felt in almost a decade, rushed through the married woman's body. Her student's hand rubbing her crotch felt so good that even the knowledge of its wrongfulness --especially in broad daylight, on the desk of a classroom in the school she worked at-- was discarded without much guilt. It just felt good, very good. It was a like a blessing. She asked herself how something that felt so good could be wrong.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Moments later, Kennedy Rawlings’ lips were on his teacher’s, kissing her hard. Becca knew that apart from her D-cup humongous breasts, her lips were her sexiest asset, and had to admit to herself that as smitten as she was by Ken's muscular body, his own full and thick lips had made her wonder several times in the past hour what kind of kisser he would be. Now she knew, his kiss was as powerful as she had imagined, but strangely not as rough as she expected. His lips were soft and warm, but his tongue invaded her mouth like the Russians in Berlin, forcefully and with one single objective. Conquest. His lips were kissing her, even making love to her mouth, but his tongue was just fucking it silly. If this was a flash of what making love to him was, she was worried about what it would do to her sex life with her husband Connor. He may not have a place in her life anymore. She realized right then that she actually could fell in love with her student. The idea exhilarated and scared her to the bone at the same time.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Breaking the kiss, the alpha guy let his newest conquest catch her breath. Then looked her in the eye and said, "Six blocks from here, turning right at the main street, there is a motel. After school you will go there, book a room and wait for me. Naked. I want no clothes on you when I get there. Make whatever excuses that you need to, but be warned that I'll make you mine for two hours. Probably you will need another full hour to recover, and I strongly recommend that you add at least a one hour buffer, in case I get too exited and want some extra fun." Then he let go of her over-heated pussy and walked to retrieve his backpack.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Rebbecca stood seated on her desk panting. Her pussy was throbbing madly and she didn't remember a time were her nipples were stiffer. Her student got a new shirt from his backpack, and put it on. Then clad in a red Adidas tank top he walked straight to the classroom door. Watching him walk away, a powerful impulse to rip his shirt and pants washed over her. She wanted nothing more that to fondle his huge dick. She wanted to sink her face deep in his crotch and smell his overwhelming young muscle-stud's masculine musk. However she didn't move at all, as if her body was disconnected from her will. She simply watched as he got to the door, opened it and left. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Suddenly her body reacted. She jumped from her desk and ran out of the classroom.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Ken wait!" She called to the walking stud that was already heading with Leonard to his locker to change books. She reached them and with only a hesitant look to Leonard eased her hands under Ken’s shirt to caress his abs and said, "I'll do what you asked but... Please tell me this is not just for the grades. Tell me that if I give myself to you it’s because you really like me, because you desire me as much as I desire you. Please." Her begging face was hearth-breaking and among the things he had witnessed that day, it was what amazed Leonard the most so far. The more strict, hard-ass yet hot female teacher of the school was begging Ken's attentions as a lovesick lust-driven teenage girl.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Relax babe," responded the stud, smiling reassuringly yet a little bit condescendingly to the woman, "I like you, and rest assured that I really lust after you. I can hardly wait to make love to you; to stick this beast," he continued grabbing his outlined cock, "into your hot moist waiting pussy. I'll make you mine as no man, even your pathetic husband, ever has or any man ever will. I'll fuck your brains out and inside again." The harsh language made her melt and sinking to her knees, she caressed his tree-trunk thighs and denim-encased cock. The sudden sex-starved woman rubbed her face on his long tube of meat, getting so wild that she started to lick the wet spots of pre-cum that stained the fabric of his jean.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Leonard's shock-meter skyrocketed, and his penis hardened quickly. "What a whore!" He voiced, disgusted and exited at the same time. Ken just raised Becca back to her feet and sent the glaze-eyed teacher to the women’s restroom to relieve herself before the next period.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]When she was gone Ken looked at his friend with reproach. "Leonard, dude, please be gentle. OK. She is just very horny, I have that effect on people. Especially when I focus my attention on them as I did with Becca. So please don't call her that."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]“But she... She... And you, you said... Its just...”[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]“Please?” Ken knew he could force Leonard to obey if he wanted, but he didn’t want to freak out the little guy more than he already was.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"OK. If it bothers you I won't. But come on man! She was licking your cock through your pants in the freaking middle of the hall! In front of me!" Leonard's voice become more and more high with each phrase.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Yes I know, but..."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"But what?" The hard look that Ken throw at him, made Leonard realize that he might be pushing his luck. He had to remember that he didn't know yet the limits of his huge friend's patience. Trying to smooth things over he said, "Sorry, you are right. I mustn't be so hard on her. It’s just... It’s so weird, and... Yeah, you're right. Sorry again."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Leonard knew he was going to have a hard time trying to get his head around Ken's personality. The guy is obviously a sex machine that seems to sleep with whoever he wants. For him sex was something that came easy and also a tool influence people’s behavior to do his bidding. What is more, those he can’t control through it he just intimidates with his obvious physical strength. It all made him very much a bully of sorts. But then he goes and get upset, even offended, because one of his 'pets' is called a whore. "Damn! This guy is turning out to be a really complicated riddle!" Leonard thought, "It will take sometime to figure him out. I have to stay cool though. I can risk him getting mad at me."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"No problem, just... Just be nice. OK? It’s not her fault." Again a slight crack was visible in Ken's armor, but it disappeared as suddenly as it showed. "OK. Now let’s get back to business, literally. Who is the teacher of Business Communication?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"What? You have Business Communication?" [/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Yes. Why?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Matt and Jamie are in Computer Applications with me." Leonard saddened, begging with his eye for Ken not to leave him alone. "It’s the class where they take my lunch money every Monday."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Crap!" Ken pondered for a few seconds the situation, and asked Leonard if he had his lunch money?[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Yes."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Give it to me." Distrust showed in Leonard's face for no more than a second before he used his acting talents to hide it. However it was long enough for Ken to see, and he was actually a little hurt. "Come on man, trust me. Besides, if I had wanted to take it from you, my pockets wouldn't be empty right now. So, go ahead, let’s have it."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Leonard apologized from his heart. "Sorry Ken. Is just I'm not used to trust other people. Here, take it."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"It's OK. I understand. Now what I want you to do is..." Ken layout his plan. A plan that will lead Mark Dalton and Jamie Armstrong to the worst beatings of their lives, and the born of the most lasting legend in the history of Highland High. The disparage couple of teens then proceeded to change their books and parted towards their respective classes.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Hey Leonard!" Called Ken. "Before you go, what can you tell me about the Business Communication teacher?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Not much, his name is Mr. Wong and is new. Mr. Robson has a stroke beginning the school year and he is the substitute. He is young though, seems fresh out of college."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Nice." The devilishly smile in Ken's face made his friend shake his head. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"Dude, do you remember what you told me early about been gentle? Well he is barely 5 or 6 years older than us and seems very nice. Plus he is really tiny. Please be gentle with him. OK?"[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"I'll try, but I can't promise anything." Licking his lips, the huge red-clothed high school senior turned his back to his friend and headed to his classroom with anticipated pleasure. He loved substitutes, they were so clueless and easy to snare. If Becca became putty in his hand so easily, he would wear Mr. Wong as a key-chain in no time. [/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]"I'll like it here." Thought Ken as he walked to the classroom, ready to meet his new 'pet teacher'.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]*****[/COLOR]

[COLOR=White]Next chapter: Crushing bullies.[/COLOR][/COLOR]

[memorex414]

Good stuff glad to see you hit the ground running <hee>.

[Reeza]

Great job! No need to apologize for the length. I'm glad you didn't skimp on the descriptive details. This is one hot story.

[rolling]

Really enjoyed this. Thanks.

[skumbum]

I noticed a few more errors as I re-read it, sorry! Hopefully everyone else missed them due to the hot descriptions. Will try to catch them all next time.

[ottm]

Long time...no joy!! Hope Part 3 appears soon!!

[timrain]

Great Story

[Mickju]

I'm enjoying this story very much. Looking forward to Ken's encounter with Mr. Wong.

[Shadow69]

most excellently written

thank you for sharing it with us

[ottm]

Yo, Verga...still out there? Really need to see Part 3!

[hornetstar]

Yes, please post the part 3 very soon. PLEASEPLEASE

[emsgdh]

Have to say that this is by far the greatest story we've had in a long time.

With JohnD gone, we've just got to have more, more, more please.

It's just wonderful in its description of muscle and sexual attraction across the board.

PLEASE SIR, MORE !

[vergatario01]

Sorry guys, I have Part 3 pretty much ready several weeks ago, sadly I didn't used Google Docs as with the previous ones, but a new tool that I found Online (Ywriter), which is great by the way, however the files are saved locally on the user's computer. Here comes the sad part, I got a nasty virus (a piece of advice: never let your little visiting sister access to your laptop "just to check Facebook") that destroyed most of what I have written. Only a little was saved because I had loaded it on Google, and it is mostly very early ideas, which changed on the way as I wrote part 3. What hurt the most was that all the fighting scenes were lost.

So I had to start the chapter almost from scratch, and then a new, but more happy occurrence happened. I became a FATHER!!! My wife gave birth to a baby girl, and honestly my life had changed totally. Other priorities and parenting stuff had me occupied, with almost zero time to write. I'll try to do what I can guys, but to be honest it will take some time to redo what was lost.

I want to thank again for all the good reviews and the interest that you still show for this little piece of my imagination, but let me tell you that after you hold your child for the first time everything else is reduced to naught.

To honor your support, what I'll try to do is to release little sub-parts or scenes and see how things go. OK? Good.

Take care guys... and wish me luck, I'm going to need it...

PD: emsgdh you're actually comparing my work with JohnD's? That is quite flattering and I don't know if I deserve it, and remember that I got an invaluable amount of help from skumbum. Thanks for the praise tough, is good for the ego...

[hornetstar]

Congratulations!!!! I'm sad for the continuing of your story but so happy for the gift in your real life!!!!