Chapter 4

Grant’s first fight at high school didn’t last long, about ten minutes, just long enough to attract the attention of several students and the football and cheerleading coaches. Brock and Chris tried every way they knew to land a punch, but those that saw the fight would say Grant moved like one of those windsock puppets at the used car lot; or even geekier, like Neo in the Matrix movies. He blocked and tossed, used palm and knife hand strikes leaving the two jocks with split lips, bloody noses and a good case of scrapes and road rash from being thrown to the parking lot repeatedly.

The fight ended when Chris saw the coaches approaching and pulled Brock away. The football coach took one look at their condition and narrowed his eyes. “That’s enough boys. Brock, Chris, go to the infirmary and have Nurse Stubb’s look at your injuries. Then report to my office.”

“Sure Coach” The two jocks said and glared at Grant in a way that said this wasn’t over. He’d have to let them know later that he’d taken it easy on them and wouldn’t next time.

The coaches turned their attention to the girls next. “Do you girls want to go with your guys?”

“We are with our guy.” They both told the coaches, which shocked the two adults. “What do you mean? It was our understanding that Tiffany you were dating Brock and Tara was dating Chris.”

Tiffany shook her head. “We broke up with them last night. We’re with Grant now.”

Coach Cosgrove and Coach Tanner exchanged a look before refocusing on Grant. “Is that what this was about Mister McLoed? They came to talk to the girls, and you attacked them for it?”

They confused Grant. “Me attack them? They threatened Tiffany and Tara and I told them to leave the girl’s alone. Then they decided to ‘teach me my place.’ All I did was protect myself.”

Tanner laughed. “You expect us to believe that you did all that damage without sucker punching them?”

Now Grant was getting pissed. “You signed off on my gym hours yourself, Coach. You know I do not need to sucker punch anyone.”

“I know you have some martial arts classes, but you expect me to believe that a scrawny thing like you took out both those athletes without striking from behind?”

“I have two black belts, in two different martial arts disciplines. That’s more than ‘some martial arts classes’. Also while I might not be a steroid built up jock like your football players. I’m not some scrawny little geek. Martial arts take muscle just not the same kind of muscle as football. I work out and am in shape. All I did was defend myself and my girls.”

“Doesn’t matter, you need to come with me to Vice Principal Hill’s office. There is a zero tolerance for fighting policy.”

“There’s a zero tolerance for bullying policy too, but I never see your players get in any trouble for what they do to me and the others like me, the ones who don’t fit the jock mold.”

The football coach turned red. “Listen son, you’re in enough trouble just follow me.”

Grant shook his head. If he got suspended, who would keep the girls safe today? He looked at them and they both stepped up beside him to go with him, but Coach Cosgrove took them both by the arm. “Come with me, girls. We need to talk.”

“But Coach.”

“Now!”

Tiffany didn’t let anyone at the school know it, but she and Tara weren’t the airheads they pretended to be. After all, half their DNA was their Daddy’s and he was one of the smartest men she knew. Yes, she was a cheerleader, yes everyone thought she and Tara passed their classes because they got special grades for their participation with the sports program, but she and Tara actually earned the grades they got. Neither maintained a 4.0, but they were both high enough to get offered academic and athletic scholarships. When they’d seen Brock and Chris coming toward them, they’d both set their phones to record. Now Tiffany was glad they had. She sent a quick text off to her Daddy along with the video of Grant’s fight and told him Grant was in trouble for protecting her and Tara. She had no idea that her sister was doing the same thing, or that like her after sending the text she’d started recording again. They both knew what was coming when they got to Ms. Cosgrove’s office, she was going to remind them they were supposed to be keeping the football team happy.

But for once Tiffany didn’t care. She had her scholarships already; she wouldn’t let Grant go. He did things for her no guy ever had. He’d ate her pussy and fucked her, giving her lots of orgasms; almost like her pleasure was as important as his. Yes, he’d humiliated her last night, but after the way he’d been treated by her and Tara and almost everyone she’d kind of deserved it; and still he’d made her come. Then to insist she and Tara get on birth control, when he could have just fucked their whole lives up by knocking them up.

Then he stood up for them. Hell, he’d told her he could kick Brock and Chris’s asses, but to watch him do it had her panties soaked. Something inside her had changed. She wanted to reward him. Instead if she knew Coach Tanner, he was going to try to get Grant suspended, maybe even expelled. She hoped her Daddy could help him.

Grant had pulled his phone out of his pocket and held it as close to the coach’s phone as he could without being obvious. Thankfully, it was close enough for the pairing app he’d created to connect to the Coach’s phone. He then quickly installed his invisible phone remote control app on the coach’s phone and paired it to his phone as the control phone. Next Grant turned on the coaches video record function, sending the recording to Grant’s phone. He had a feeling he’d need to know what the coach had to say to Vice Principal Hill in her office before they brought in him. There had to be a reason there was never any follow up on any complaint against the football team.

He knew this time; he might need the proof. Plus, it was a great test for his apps. The ClickTalk app was doing great and had really gotten many people using it. ClickTalk was like snapchat, Instagram and Facebook all rolled into one and the hidden video option where you could pick who could and couldn’t see your live videos sold it to his age crowd. It’s what the Jocks used to send their brag videos to each other about the cheerleaders, without the cheerleaders knowing it was going around. The only reason he knew was, as the apps creator, he had access to all the videos recorded and shared.

Tanner pointed at a chair just outside the school office. “Take a seat, McLoed.”

Grant sank into the chair and pulled one Bluetooth ear bud out of his pocket and stuck it in his ear, then turned the volume up on his phone.

“We have a situation Annelise, I have Grant McLoed in the hall he just beat the hell out of both my wide receivers.”

Grant could hear the disbelief in the Vice Principal’s voice. “McLoed, are you sure? I’ve never had to call him here once, except to tell him that discipline of your players was being dealt with for their infractions against him.”

“I saw it myself. Brock and Chris are both in the infirmary getting treatment right now. They are seriously banged up. I want the kid expelled.”

Grant was getting pissed when the door to the office opened. “Ms. Hill, I’m sorry to interrupt but there is an upset parent on the phone demanding to speak to you right now.”

“Tell them I’m dealing with a disciplinary problem and will have to call them back.”

“I did that Ms. Hill, and I was told to tell you that the parent is Westly Anderson, Tiffany and Tara Anderson’s father. He said if you don’t talk to him now, his next call will be to the school board to demand a hearing and the local news to demand why the young man who protected his daughters from bullying and sexual assault is being disciplined.”

“Jesus, what kind of mess have you created now, Tanner? Thank you, Ms. Dole, I’ll take the call.”

“He’s on line one ma’am.”

The office door shut. “Tanner, while I talk to Mister Anderson, be quiet. Let me see if I can calm him down.”

“I still want that boy expelled.”

“Let me deal with this first.”

Grant heard Ms. Hill take a deep breath and then answer on speaker phone. “Mister Anderson, how can I help you today?”

Grant heard his new boss on the phone sounding very upset. “Who am I talking to?”

“This is Vice Principal Annelise Hill.”

“You’re in charge of discipline at the school?”

“Yes sir, I am, how can I help you?”

“Ms. Hill, I’m required by law to inform you that this conversation is being recorded.”

“I don’t agree with you recording this conversation, Mister Anderson.”

“I don’t give a rat’s ass if you agree. I’m only required to inform you I am doing so. I will further let you know that a member of my company’s legal staff is listening to this call as a witness. Now. as for how you can help me, Ms. Hill. You can explain to me why my daughters have both texted me in the last half hour to tell me that the student who came to their rescue when they were bullied, threatened with physical assault, sexual assault and rape has been brought to your office for discipline. Especially while the two student athletes who threatened them aren’t being detained for the police.”

“I’m sorry? Are you saying your daughters were threatened with assault here at school?”

“That is exactly what I’m telling you. Their former boyfriends came up to them in the student parking lot, threatened to drag them out of their car and beat them. When another student stood up and told these athletes to leave the girls alone, they threatened to beat him and then rape my daughters in front of him. When their protector informed the two bullies that he wouldn’t allow that to happen, they attempted to attack him. Had he not had martial arts training, they would have probably succeeded. But he had that training and he used it to protect himself and my daughters, only to have two of your staff send his attackers to the infirmary and inform the protector he was to report to your office for discipline. They then separated my daughters from him. The Cheerleading Coach took them to her office. Once there, she then informed them, they would return to dating the young men who had threatened them.

She further insisted they continue to fulfill some policy of sexually satisfying the entire football team or be removed from the cheerleading squad. They were told if they refused, she would inform the colleges they both have cheerleading scholarships with that they had been removed from the squad for disciplinary violations so that their scholarships would be revoked.”

Grant could hear the worry in Ms. Hill’s voice. “I can assure you, Mister Anderson, that the story I’m hearing here differs from the one you have been hearing. I will say that there is no policy that any student must perform any sexual acts for a spot on any team in our school.”

“Ms. Hill, this is not hearsay, or a story my daughters are telling me. I have video proof of everything I’ve just told you from the attempted assault to the conversation with your cheerleading coach. You people really need to realize that teens today use their phones for more than just playing games and texting. Both my daughters started recording the moment their ex-boyfriends started yelling at them to get out of the car and didn’t stop until they left the cheerleading coach’s office.”

“I’m sorry what?”

“I said I have it all on video from two different phones. I only called you to sort this out before I had to involve the school board, the authorities, and the local news.”

“What is it you want, Mister Anderson?”

“I want the two young men who threatened my daughters, expelled immediately. After all, by your own handbook, they broke three different zero tolerance policies, today alone. I want them removed from the school by the authorities and charged with attempted assault, and sexual assault. I want the young man, Grant McLoed, who protected my daughters left alone. He honestly should be held up as an example of an outstanding student and man. After all, my daughters haven’t always been friendly toward him. He still stood up for them and risked his own assault to protect them.

If those conditions aren’t met immediately, then my next three calls will be to the school board where I will insist on a school wide investigation. Followed by the news media who will receive a copy of the video’s that I’ve already emailed to you. Then my last call will be to my friend, the chief of police, to call his attention to the videos.

However, know this Ms. Hill, I cannot overlook the part of this video where a teacher threatened my daughters because they refused to preform sexual acts that are part of some unwritten policy of your athletics department. From her own mouth your cheerleading coach indicates it’s been in force for years. My daughters have apparently been forced to follow that policy while they were minor’s, and the indication is both your cheerleading staff and football staff are complicit in creating and enforcing the policy. I will contact the police about that issue as soon as we get off the phone.``

“I fully understand Mister Anderson. I can tell you that if that is on the video, I will also ask the police and school board to investigate. Let me reassure you, I had no idea that such a policy was being enforced here. It isn’t an official policy, that I can assure you.”

“You’d better hope not. I’m still unsure if I will sue the school, the school board, and those in charge yet. My legal staff and I will have that conversation once I make sure my daughters are safe. As it stands, I’ve asked them to come to the office and check out for the day. I would appreciate it if you would release them and Mister McLoed. His mother works for me and has requested he leave as well until they are safe from retribution. I would further demand that you hold an assembly and inform all the students that all policies will be fairly enforced upon every student; Athlete, gifted, or not from today forward. I’ll know if it hasn’t happened. And I will act accordingly.”

“Yes, of course, Mister Anderson. I will contact the authorities as soon as we are off the phone to deal with both the young men who threatened your daughters and Ms. Cosgrove. I will personally excuse your daughters and Mister McLoed for the day. If you are available, I invite you to the assembly we will have this afternoon on enforcing the school’s policies fairly and a private meeting with the cheerleading squad to find out more about this verbal policy and who all is involved.”

“That’s good to hear Ms. Hill, I hate to cut us short, but my personal assistant has informed me that the police chief is on the other line. I believe one of his daughters is on your cheerleading squad as well.”

Grant smiled, he really liked Westly Anderson. The man had balls of steel. Grant determined to spend some time with the man. That kind of response was what he wanted people to have when he spoke.

“Damn it, Tanner, I warned you and Cosgrove to be careful. I hope you never once told any of those girls to service you or your team; Because if you did, then you will end up just like Cosgrove.”

“You can’t let that dick push us around Annelise. I can’t lose my two best wide receivers.”

“Best forget about them, Biff. They got themselves caught on video threatening two students with rape and a third with physical assault. I really have no choice here. Send in Grant and then get out of here. Oh and make sure that the rest of your boys know to leave the three of them alone. The Anderson girls, and McLoed, at least until all this fiasco calms down again.”

Grant saved the recording on his phone, and unpaired it from the coach’s just as he came storming out of the school office. “Ms. Hill would like to speak to you in her office now!”

Grant stood and tried to look worried. But the Coach was so pissed he didn’t even slow down as he tore down the hallway. Grant figured he was on his way to let Coach Cosgrove know she was fucked and not on his dick. McLoed knocked on the vice principal’s door and she waved him in, as she was on the phone. “Thank you, Officer Stone. Just keep them in your office until someone comes to escort them to the nearest police station. Yes, I realize you should have been informed. I’m just finding out about this myself.”

While she talked with the police-student liaison officer, Grant took a moment to really look over the uptight super authoritarian Vice Principal. She was about Grant’s mom’s age, maybe a few years older. Her almost black hair always pulled into a tight bun at the back of her head. She didn’t wear a lot of makeup. She had what they called the Natural look. Her eyes were also dark like rich dark chocolate. She was probably pretty under that grey suit she always seemed to wear. Put her in a sexy mini with a colorful top and she was probably pretty hot.

Grant had a dislike for her, mostly on principle, because she was Dickhead Dean’s mom. Her one redeeming quality, that he knew, was she had divorced Dean’s dad and not taken her son with her when she left the Chadwick estate. He felt his cock twitch in his pants. His Big Fat Cock thought since he had her over a barrel, they should fuck the shit out of her. Nevertheless, the cock wasn’t in control and that would not happen today. Grant decided to keep the information he had, that she was as duplicitous in the scandal about to rock the community, to himself for now. She hung up and turned to him. “Grant, I just wanted to make sure you are okay? You weren’t hurt in the scuffle this morning, were you?”

“No, Ms. Hill. I don’t understand why I’m in trouble, though. I was just trying to protect myself and my girlfriends.”

“You’re not in trouble, Mister McLoed. If they led you to believe you were, I apologize. I wanted to let you know that we’ve called the police and Mister Clifton and Barlow will be escorted to the police station as soon as they get here. They are also being suspended pending a school board expulsion hearing. The zero tolerance policies here are not a joke contrary to what most of our students think.”

He shrugged, trying hard not to smile. “I’ll believe that when I see it, ma’am. It isn’t like I haven’t complained repeatedly about the two of them and others, just to see nothing done.”

“Yes, well, in hindsight it seems the school’s willingness to allow the football staff to handle disciplining their student athletes wasn’t the wisest course of action.”

“So, I’m free to go to class?”

“About that. Until we resolve this, today. I believe it would be safer for you and both of the Anderson twins to leave the premises. I have informed your mother and their father of what happened. I’ve been asked to excuse you from school today and send you all to the Anderson Advertising building. Your mother and their father need to see for themselves you are ok. I also believe the police will wish to question you as well.”

“Why? I did nothing wrong.”

Grant really was laying it on thick but he was enjoying watching this uptight, in control bitch squirm. He watched her anger flit across her face at being questioned by a student, one she didn’t like in the first place, then settle into fake concern again. “You are one victim of their crime, young man. They tried to attack you. They threatened you and you were witness to them threatening the Anderson girls with sexual assault.”

“Oh. That’s different then isn’t it. I’ll just sign out then?”

“Yes, I believe the Anderson twins are coming to do so as well. You may, all three, return tomorrow.”

Grant turned to leave when Ms. Hill stopped him. “I don’t know how you pulled this off young man, but you need to realize that I’m aware of you now. I’ll be keeping a close watch on you from this day forward.”

He stopped. He’d planned on just leaving, but now he couldn’t. His new life philosophy was that he would not be the doormat anymore, and this woman had the audacity to indicate she would keep him down. He shut her door and turned back. “Annelise, it is you who should be careful and know I’m watching you.”

“Excuse me? Who do you think you are speaking to me like that?”

“I believe I’m the man who could have you arrested right alongside Coach Cosgrove.” Grant hit play on his phone and watched as Ms. Hill turned white as she realized her entire conversation with Coach Tanner had been recorded. “Mister Anderson warned you. You people really need to realize that my generation is always recording.”

“How did you record that? You weren’t even in here.”

Grant smiled. “Any cell phone that is powered on can be used as a recording device, Ms. Hill. I may not be one of your student athletes, or model students, but I’m a genus with electronics and computer-based devices. It wasn’t that hard to turn the phones in this office into recording devices.”

She started to shake. “What do you want?”

Grant laughed. “I love a woman who realizes her place. I want everything bitch. This year is my year. I own your ass, and I don’t see why the football team should be the only students having their sexual needs taken care of by the faculty.”

“You misunderstood what you heard, there is no policy like that at this school.”

“I wonder if the chief of police will think it was a misunderstood comment when I play this recording for him?” Grant opened his video app.

“What do you want?”

Let’s start with the facts. I have a medical condition that means I need to ejaculate multiple times a day. Until recently, I’ve had to take care of the two or three here at school by myself. I think from now on, you’ll arrange someone to deal with that need for me, won’t you?”

She sputtered. “You want me to force students to help you orgasm. I can’t do that, not while this investigation is going on.”

Grant smiled “I didn’t ask you to provide students. I just asked that my medical needs be met while at school. I think there are enough desirable female staff to help me, don’t you? I think you should lead them by example.”

Grant dropped his pants, letting his Big Fat Cock hang out in all its glory. “Why don’t you come over here and take the first couple loads yourself?”

He watched as Dean’s mom’s eyes got wide at the sight of his gigantic cock. “Holy shit, that thing is a monster!”

“Yes, and that’s why I need relief so often, my sperm count, and hormones build up quickly, to the point of pain. Let me be really clear here, you are going to provide that relief for me or lose your job and go to jail.” Grant looked at her and saw that she wanted to tell him to go to hell, and she also wanted his cock. “I know you want it, and you know you want it, so here is what you’re going to do. I’m going to hand you my phone. You’re going to set it up on the third shelf of your bookcase facing me, and then you’re going to hit the red button.

Then we are going to make a little porno where you tell me I’m going to be expelled for violating the zero tolerance fighting policy. You’re going to make it sound and look as real as possible. Then you’re going to walk around the desk, taking off your jacket and blouse and letting your hair down. Then you will tell me you’ll forget the whole matter if I’ll face fuck you and cum all over your face and tits. Otherwise, you’ll have me expelled. Then you’ll pull my pants down and put my hands on your head and open your mouth, telling me to fuck your face or be expelled again. From there we’ll just improvise.”

She glared. “Why are you doing this?”

“Why? Because I can, and because you fucking let me suffer for four years to protect your son and his friends. Now is my time, bitch.”

Grant held out the phone and while she was walking behind her desk, he pulled up his pants. It was murder getting them over his hard-on, but he did it. Man, it hurt, but seeing this bitch’s mouth on his big dick would be worth it. She hit the record button and then turned and in her most authoritarian voice started talking. “You are in serious trouble, Mister McLoed. You violated the zero-tolerance fighting policy, and I have no choice but to recommend you for expulsion.”

“But Ms. Hill, I was protecting myself and the Anderson twins.”

“Zero tolerance means zero tolerance, there are no exceptions.”

“There’s nothing I can do?”

She pulled her hair out of its bun and started walking around the desk, dropping her jacket and undoing her buttons. “Well, I believe there may be one thing you can do that would make me willing to forget the whole incident.”

“Anything Ms. Hill, I’ll do anything.”

She dropped her shirt, and he made his eyes get wide. She took off her bra as she reached him. “I’ve heard rumors that you have a Big Fat Cock. You can stick that big thing in my face and fuck me like a dirty whore until you paint my face and tits with your cum or I will expel you. The choice is yours.”

“I can’t be expelled, Ms. Hill; I’ll do what you ask.”

She dropped to her knees and pulled down his pants. “Fucking huge!”

She took his hands and put them in her hair on either side of her head. “Fuck my mouth like the whore I want to be McLoed or your done at this school.”

“Yes, Ms. Hill.”

He thrust his gigantic cock in her mouth and wrapped his hands around her long silky hair and fucked her just like a whore. Shoving his throbbing cock in and out of her mouth, choking her on his monster dick. Thanks to his rough treatment. Annelise Hill could let her tears flow. She was so conflicted. Annelise had prided herself, for the last five years since her divorce, of always being in control. She had discreet sexual encounters, but she was the dominant one. But this was brutal. It appalled part of her that this student had taken her control away. Yet the moment she’d seen his monumental cock, part of her had wanted what he was doing to her. She had wanted him to use her like a whore, and here he was not only doing so, but making her record it while he did.

The frustrating part was she’d wanted him to demand she fuck him, not suck him off. He was going to blow his cum all over her tits and face, when she really wanted him to stuff that donkey dick up her neglected pussy. To her shame, she was choking and yet moaning on his cock as he punished her mouth. He wasn’t getting but about half of it in her wet mouth, and her jaw already ached from how fucking wide he was. Then he shoved hard and his dick slid into her throat. She was fighting, not puking from her gagging. Then she swallowed, and he slid to the hilt down her throat. She couldn’t breathe and he groaned and started pumping into her ravaged and stretched throat, hard and fast. When she saw spots swimming in her vision, he pulled back some and his dick came out of her throat and she could catch her breath. She took several deep breaths through her nose, and then he was forcing his cock back into her throat and she swallowed it down. It felt like he’d been pounding into her mouth forever when he finally pulled out and blasted rope after rope on her, starting at her forehead and covering her entire face. He kept cumming, splashing her neck and finally both tits. Then he looked at her. “Did I do good, Ms. Hill? Are you going to expel me?”

She looked and was shocked to see he was still as hard as before! He’d cum she knew he had, it was dripping off her, her eyes got big. Fuck it, she was already resigned to obeying him and making sure he got off while at school. In for a dollar, in for the entire bank. She yanked her panties off and turned around, pulling her skirt up over her lily white ass. “No, you are not. Now you’re going to fuck my pussy or else Grant McLoed. Stuff that Big Fat Cock in my pussy and make me cum or else your school career is finished.”

She heard him chuckle. “Oh, you’re gonna wish you hadn’t done that, Ms. Hill. He reached down and scooped her panties off the floor and reached around and pried her mouth open and shoved her soaked panties in her mouth. “That’s to keep you from screaming so loud your secretary comes to see what’s going on. Because you are going to be screaming from the pleasure, my Big Fat Cock gives you.”

Then he stepped up behind her and positioned himself at her soaked pussy and slammed into her as hard and fast as he could. He was right. She screamed as her first cum hit her from the force of his entrance and the burning stretch of his huge rod splitting her pussy in two. He never even slowed but pulled out to the tip and crammed her again and again, harder and harder. Her nails were digging scratches into the top of her desk and she was cumming over and over. Each orgasm getting more intense, turning her into a bucket of well fucked mush. She lost count of the number of times she came before she finally felt his hot cum splash the inside of her womb.

Then, almost before he was done spraying her, he pulled out. Annelise let out a yelp into her panties as he moved up an inch and slammed his slimy cock into her tight, virgin ass. She screamed around her panties and he covered her mouth with his hand. And leaned forward. “I will not stop until I fill your tight ass with my cum, so you better relax and learn to enjoy it. You’re my school whore and you’ll be ready for me every morning. Never have panties or a bra on again or I’ll spank your ass until you can’t sit down.