Vampire Hunter School Thinger

Drake's face went pale, almost as white as a sheet of copy paper, honestly. "Oh.. N-no.." he whispered, shocked by who it was, as well as the fact that he had a camcorder on him. No one was supposed to be there.. no one at all.. but there was the gym instructor. He'd recorded them.

(Idk. XD Blackmail them.. make them come play his bitches/whores or somefin? P: )

Jemessis moved to pull out of Drake, though he was not sure what he would do with himself after that. He froze as Wolfe commanded him to stay where he was.
"I've got you both in quite the position," Wolfe pointed out, slowly undoing his jeans, and pulling himself free from his boxers, showing off how hard he was them, "And I intend to put you both in many more positions," he added, giving a laugh.

(I know that much. But what's he going to do with them? XD)

Drake's jaw dropped as he eyed the man's rigid length. He moved his eyes up to Wolfe's face when the man's words came out. A soft whimper escaped his mouth and he shivered softly, either scared, or shamed, or both. All because of the coach.. he'd been happy until the man emerged from his hiding spot. Bastard. The promise of more positions made him gag somewhat at the moment. He was an attractive older man, but still..

(OH. Err.. Idk? XD *slow from being tired* Whatchu talking 'boutz? xD; )

"Oh, what's the matter, Drake? I figured since you were so eager to have him fuck you, that you would not mind sharing that ass of yours around some more," he pointed out, slowly stroking his length as he stared at the naked boys, "Now keep fucking him, for the moment," he added, smiling.
Jemessis sneered a little at the man that towered over him, though gradually took Drake by the hips and began to thrust lightly against him, wishing that the other man would have at least waited until they had finished.

(Psh, I went to bed at 10am and was woken up at 1. x_X And I mean like, is he gonna dress them up or just bang them poolside?)

Drake looked away, pouting somewhat. "Go fuck yourself.." he murmured, bangs falling dramatically before his eyes. He bit his bottom lip and shut his eyes, obviously not enjoying himself as much when Jem started humping at him again. Wolfe had the tape though.. so he knew he had to obey or something worse would happen.

(xD Well you know I'm pretty dense anyways. |D; Dress up. C: )

Wolfe lifted the camcorder, smirking, "I will from now on, while watching this tape... After, I finish it, that is," he smirked, beginning to move away from them both, he grinned, "Towel off and follow me. Don't bother getting dressed."

(As wha?

I... Think I just fell asleep and woke myself up when I snored. o-O

Might happen again. XD)

Drake cringed at the thought. Uugh. They were stars in a porno.. Jesus. The male whimpered again, hanging his head and waiting for Jem to pull out so they could follow the man that pretty much had all control over them now.

(Hmm.. mayhaps.. errrm.. Idk. D: ... Cheerleaders... XD Since Jem was already a school girl and they wear skirts too. Plus Wolfe's a coach.. Idk. *fail*

XDD
Awhs. Alright. :3 If so, sleep well~!

Uugh.. I g2g anyways.. dad's being a douche and arguing with me about my guitar lesson so we have to drive down there anyways even though I'm pretty sure we missed it. >>)

Jemessis hesitantly pulled out of Drake, looking sadly to the other man, he shook his head some, "I'm sorry, this is all my fault," he whispered, clambering out of the pool as he did so, he moved for his towel, which he had thrown over the bench. Sighing, he slowly dried himself off. Much slower then usual, actually, since he was trying to think of a way out of everything.

(Skirts it is. xD

Mmk, see you later. x_X)

"Why would it be your fault?" he asked, slowly getting out of the pool as well. "I'm the one that wanted to do it out here in the open.. neither of us could've known he was here.." Drake frowned softly, reaching for his own towel, which was resting on a bleacher. He toweled himself off and lowered his head. "I didn't know coach was so.. uugh.. I don't want to know what he's planning.."

(x3
Does Wolfe need a guy that likes to wear skirts? xD
For some reason I can see him going to one of those clubs where all the men cross dress and him wearing a hat and trying to hide his face while he watched. xDD

Lol. He was actually right. -_-;
There was a Zacky V custom up there and I wanted it soo bad. ;o; )

"But it's my fault we're both here," Jem murmured, raising his eyes to the coach's office, he furrowed his brows as he saw the man gesturing for them to go into his office. The male sighed, hanging his head and following them.

(I have no idea what's up with Wolfe, I'm making it up as I go. xD

xD

:c)

"No, don't think about it that way.." he whispered, reaching out to gently rub Jem's shoulder in reassurance. "You couldn't have know that he was going to be here.. hell, I don't know where he got the video camera.." He sighed, finishing his toweling before walking after Jem with a faint frown on his handsome face.

(Haha, mmk. XD

It's pretty. :3)

"Still," Jem poutily murmured, exhaling sadly as he closed his eyes and enter the coach's office. He stopped dead in his tracks when he felt some clothing be thrown at his head. He slowly removed it, peering at the material in his hands, "Oh, fuck no..."
"Oh, fuck yes!" Wolfe exclaimed, laughing.

Drake jumped slightly as the outfit hit him. He blinked, moving the clothing so that he could examine it. ".. Are you serious?" he whispered, running a hand over the skirt, of course. "Why?" He was pouting, rather unhappy about it, apparently.

"Because it's what I like," Wolfe laughed, sitting on the corner of his desk as he did so, "Now hurry and put it on," he then demanded, easing his pants down his hips.
Jemessis shook his head as he pulled on an ass ugly white and blue cheerleaders shirt. He grit is teeth, sliding into the skirt with a disgusted look over his features.

(.. Those were my old school colors. D: Plus black.. but.. sdfklghdfgh)

Drake did the same, frowning deeply. "Creeper.." he murmured under his breath, adjusting the skirt so that it was more comfortable, if that was even possible. The young man ran a hand through his wet hair, exhaling as he did so. "Happy now?" he murmured, seeming to grimace.

(My old school colors were navy and gold. x_X)

Jemessis stood awkwardly, the skirt barely covering his ass and the shirt skintight on his frame. He hugged himself, swallowing a hard lump in his throat.
"Come closer," Wolfe whispered, gesturing to the boys from where he sat on his desk, "Stand next to me."

(Eww. x_x)

Drake hung his head, rather girly hips and ass filling the skirt well. He wasn't proud of his features at the moment. To be honest, he was somewhat scared, but he obeyed, he had to, thus he moved to Wolfe, shame written all over his face.

(Yeah. And they used house paint to paint the lockers those colors. xD)

Wolfe rest one hand on the back of Jem's knee, and one on the back of Drake's. His hands ran up the boy's thighs, until he reached their asses. He groped happily at their muscular asses, pulling them closer to himself. He smirked, and dove his head under Drake's skirt, licking aggressively at the other man's crotch.

(XDDD Oh God.)

Drake wanted to shy away, and he did partially, but even though this was wrong on so many counts, he couldn't deny the fact that it was sexual and he liked it. The young man shivered, pressing his crotch into Wolfe's tongue. His cheeks turned red and he looked away, unsure why he had apparently lost control and resistance.

(Mmhm. XD)

Wolfe smirked as he felt Drake lower his guard, happily sucking on the other man's member. His hand dragged Jem closer, and he soon switched over to the other boy. "Kiss," he huskily demanded, kneading at both of their asses with his hands, he pulled his head from under Jem's skirt, waiting for both to oblige.

(xDDD)

Drake's face remained red even as he tried to relax and calm himself. He turned his head to Jem as Wolfe spoke, biting his bottom lip before easily leaning in to deliver his half of the kiss, which would be rather passionate because even though he wished it didn't, this was turning him on. Oh my.

Jemessis rest a hand on Drake's shoulder, drawing him in slightly as he kissed at the other man's lips. He quite enjoyed Drake, he seemed like a sweet guy, he felt bad that things were turning our badly.
Wolfe ducked under Drake's skirt briefly, licking at his length before deciding that the pressure was too much for him. He stood out from his desk, making sure to fondle each of his boy's as he did so, "Bend over the desk," he instructed in a hiss like tone.

(Yeah. Wolfe likes spanking too. o_O)

Drake pressed a gentle though passionate kiss against the other man's lips. Jem was cute, but he could tell other than the swimming issue he was probably a pretty strong, tough young man. He licked his lips lightly, making a small noise as his member was licked once more. He nipped at Jemessis' lip before exhaled, bending over as Wolfe wished. He shifted in anticipation.

(XD I noticed. dfgfdg I want to make someone for him now. xD)

(Off and on, company/dinner.)

Jemessis sighed and obeyed, feeling the skirt move across his ass as he did so, his mind instantly rambling about the fact that he must have had a nice, round ass.
Wolfe smirked, moving to a rack in the corner of the room and taking down a pingpong paddle. He ran his hand along the edge, before approaching the boys once more. He paddled Jem first, making him cry out in surprise, before turning the paddle on Drake.

(XD That would be... Interesting. XD)

(Mmk.)

Drake released a soft yelp, digging his nails into the finish on the desk. He shivered, resting his head on the surface of Wolfe's workspace. "Nnf~ Oww.." he whispered, biting his bottom lip again. He nuzzled the desk and made a noise, eyes slipping shut as he was paddled. One of his hands slowly moved to take one of Jem's, as if for a form of comfort. He was somewhat scared of that paddle. :c

(Whut? XD)

Wolfe smirked broadly at the two boys, taking turns paddling their asses, lifting their skirt occasionally to admire his work. He eventually set the paddle down, and gave Drake a spank on the ass with his hand, "Now, how are we going to work this," he mused, looking at the two.
Jem forced a weak smile for Drake, squeezing his hand gingerly as he did so.

(Whut, whut?)

Drake was sure his ass was red.. The sting of the paddle made him wince every time, and a shudder ran down his spine every now and then. He didn't like it. His hazle eyes slowly opened, staring at Jem with a somewhat sad spark. He would've liked being with Jem better than this.. but he had no choice.. besides, as long as the paddle wasn't involved, he knew he'd find himself wanting more. The boy blinked, fighting how bad his eyes were watering. "Nn.." He gently squeexed the other man's hand in return.

(What would be interesting? Setting him up with someone? xD)

"Hm, I know," Wolfe whispered, rubbing his chest slightly as he spoke, "Drake, lay on your back," he commanded, giving a man a tap on the thigh with his hand.

(Setting him up with someone like what he dreams about.)

Drake blinked momentarily, before sighing and obeying Wolfe. The young man released Jem's hand rather sadly. He lay on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling with a slight frown on his pretty lips.

(Oh right. XDD I have a feeling he'd flip out.)

Wolfe approached the man, standing behind him and adjusting Drake to suit his will. He spread the young man's legs, which hung awkwardly over the table, stroking his thighs and looking to Jem.

(Possibly. xD)

(Eah, might vanish.)