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The Pleasure Principal	By : Tragictales Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 3223 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: The Pleasure Principal
Author: Tragictales
Rating: NC-17
Characters: EB/OB
Summary: Orlando Bloom has been called to the headmaster’s office.
Disclaimer: I. OWN. NOTHING! So don’t sue me mkay? Thanks.

Orlando Bloom. Please report to the Headmaster’s quarters.

Orlando Bloom had never in his life felt this ostracized.

His back was as rigid as a metal pole and his eyes remained downcast. He never expected to walk down this path and by the looks of every other student at Briar Griggs Academy he wasn’t the only one. He had been down this hallway before only once when he arrived in the custody of the staff.

Briar Griggs Academy was known to be one of the toughest private schools in the country. About a third of the student population was there because they needed to be “straightened out” and the rest were sent there as a last resort. Orlando was somewhere in between. He’d had it rough in previous schools, getting into fights he didn’t ask for because of his looks and the way the girls fawned over him. It wasn’t until his father died, his last link to the world, in the spring that he was sent to live with his father’s friend for the summer. There he would wait until he could attend the nearest school where he would get his diploma and be shuffled off into the world the hands of his social workers clean and the conscience of the court clear.

Lately at Briar Griggs there had been rumors of students sneaking out at night when the watchman Mister Karl took his smoke breaks. The result was a harsher rule about sneaking out past nine o’clock curfew. The punishment was a sound and severe spanking. Sound and severe sounded laughable to some until someone actually defied the rule and had been caught. Forty licks into his punishment and the boy screamed in agony. No one dared cross the headmaster. Until now as it seemed.

Orlando Bloom shuddered.

At the Academy he was shy barely speaking to anyone unless he was spoken to first. Even then, it was like pulling teeth to get a word out of him. He liked his books, his classes, and any extra work he could be given. That was who Orlando Bloom was to any one crossing his path. Any one too simple minded to see past his quiet voice and deep brown eyes. He stared at the gray and while tiles he walked upon knowing that every boy that stared at him as he passed paled. Shy as he was it was hard to imagine that there was barely anyone in the school he hadn’t had.

He came to a stop at a short flight of stairs that led to the headmaster’s quarters. He paled when Mister Karl left him there ushering the other students back to their class rooms.

Orlando climbed the steps, knocking once on the door at the end.

Headmaster Bana didn’t look up from his desk when Orlando entered. His eyes remained glued to the parchment in front of him, hand moving in long strokes as he added his signature. When he capped his pen he pushed the stack of papers aside. Headmaster Bana wasn’t like any other Headmaster Orlando had had. He was very tall with dark curls stopping at his ears. He had deep brown eyes Orlando would bet darkened when incensed and a beautiful pair of lips ripe for kissing and other pleasurable measures. He had a broad chest which Orlando often fantasized about touching especially after one of these episodes.

Orlando locked the door behind him, slowly turning the small knob until he thought he heard a soft click. When he was satisfied that they would not be disturbed he let his eyes roam freely over his Headmaster’s body something he only got to do every once and a while.

“How’re your classes?” Headmaster asked. Orlando shrugged nonchalantly. He would pass them all, no doubt about that. He wasn’t overly bright but he wasn’t stupid either. He could handle the work when he wanted. His teachers didn’t like it; most of the other boys didn’t like it either. For those who had to work diligently at their studies to survive their schooling it was a slap in the face when Orlando breezed by without breaking a sweat. He could get A’s if he wanted to.

If he wanted he could do whatever he wanted. But he didn’t.

Headmaster Bana removed his blazer, hanging it on the coat rack attached to the wall behind his desk. Next to it was an oak case that hung on the wall jutting out and pronouncing its contents for all to see beneath the glass. Inside where two rows of canes all at different sizes in length and width even different textures. Eric undid the buttons on his sleeves and rolled them to his elbows clearing his throat when Orlando didn’t answer his earlier question.

“Fine,” Orlando responded locking eyes with his Headmaster feeling a jolt of electricity spread through him. Excitement bubbled beneath his calm surface making him feel dizzy, this was better than when he snuck out last night.

“Assume the position.”

The words were so simple and so clichéd echoing off the pages of countless scandalous novels. Orlando’s tongue snaked out to wet his lips as he walked behind the desk.

“Eric,” Orlando said his name the ability to do so only in this office giving him back what he hid in the hallways. He always played the innocent, sweet little Orlando who would never break the rules much less do what he was about to do.

“Please don’t,” Eric reminded him though he loved to hear his name on Orlando’s lips they couldn’t afford Orlando getting carried away in the heat of things. They were always so careful, making sure to follow a strict code that allowed them to come back for more.

Eric placed both of his hands on his desk; wherever he could find open spaces between the multitude of forms and letters he went through every day. His back curved gracefully when Orlando’s fingers trailed past his shoulder blades. He stared to sweat when he saw Orlando’s uniform jacket fly across the desk landing haphazardly on one of his chairs. He could feel the younger man moving behind him. He was selecting his cane.

It had started when Orlando was seventeen going on eighteen, the son of a deceased friend. He stayed with him one summer enticing him, drawing Eric into his arms and into his bed. They experimented while they had the time alone even come to conclusion that having sex wasn’t the only facet to their relationship.

Eric closed his eyes at the feeling of a hand running across his arse fondling and caressing. Without warning a sharp crack sounded and Eric jumped. Already he could feel his cheeks warm beneath the fabric of his underwear and slacks, another and then another and he was on fire. The best thing about it was that things weren’t even over. Seven times the cane came down upon his clothed bottom and each time Eric bit into his lower lip caught between not wanting to draw blood and not wanting to give them away.

He did cry out however at feeling Orlando’s fingers brushing against his lower stomach expertly removing Eric’s belt and sliding his slacks down his legs. His briefs followed and his arse danced when the cool air hit his skin. Orlando felt again at his cheeks, pressing down on the pink marks he saw. Eric hissed.

“Spread your legs farther,” Orlando instructed and Eric complied as far as he could while still wearing his pants. Orlando stared at him grinning like a cat with a mouse between his paws. He brought the cane down on Eric’s exposed bottom delighting in the response he heard.

“I want you to count them,” Orlando said his voice trembling with excitement.

“One,” Eric responded and again his arse lit on fire.

“Two.”

“Three.”

“Fo-u-r,” Eric’s hips jumped from the desk at that one. Orlando commanded that he stay still knowing that Eric was doing his best but chastising him anyway.

“Five.”

“Six—ah,” Orlando smirked; he had aimed for the middle of the growing red area, the space sticking out to him like a great bulls eye. After a while, he knew Eric was sensitive there and so he concentrated the next five swats in the same spot, listening to the grunts and moans Eric tried unsuccessfully to keep to himself.

The bell rang and the dull rumbling of students spilling into the halls reached them giving Eric the opportunity to moan and moan loud due to the cover. It was lunchtime now, every student and most instructors would soon no longer be within earshot. His voice strangled and he knew at this point anyone could mistake him for Orlando. As much as a pansy the students thought he was he knew some would begin to listen as they hurried off to eat, hoping to hear the punishment.

“Eleven,” Eric cried. His breathing was ragged and his hard cock rubbed against the ledge of the desk. He knew Orlando was aware of the fact that he was purposely dancing for the friction between the desk and his cock and on that note he took all he could. Orlando would put a stop to it soon. Orlando’s next reign of blows came hard and fast and Eric gripped the desk front whimpering and moaning in pain and pleasure.

“Let go Eric,” Orlando growled. This was no where near what he was used to from their summer together. Alone Eric keened like a porn star and had no shame for it. He knew they had limits within the school. He only saw him like this once a month if he was lucky each time the excuses were running low. Lately his luck hadn’t come quite as often as usual. He was eighteen now and with only three months of school left Eric could afford him one instance in this dreary school where he wasn’t putting up a front.

He dropped the cane to the floor and sat on one side of the desk. Eric barely had the time to look at him, when he felt himself being hoisted onto Orlando’s lap.

“Orlando what--?”

“Shhh,” Orlando quieted him. Eric’s cock throbbed against Orlando’s lap.
“But--”

“I’m going to make you scream, one way or another,” Orlando said his tone so sharp that Eric’s protests dried up in his throat leaving him gasping in anticipation. Orlando’s hands spread his cheeks. With one hand Orlando grabbed the small bottle of lotion from Eric’s desk, coated his finger with it then went to work on Eric’s puckered hole.

“No,” Eric murmured into Orlando’s thigh, his last shred of control was taken from him when the tip of Orlando’s finger popped through.

It had been far too long. Too fucking long for this. Eric counted the days the hours, minutes and seconds. Brilliant lights danced beneath his closed lids especially now that Orlando was working his way in, stretching his hole and seeking out his prostate. He wasted no time when he found it creating a rhythm with his fingers. Eric panted then moaned.

All at once Eric was wrapped in the warmth of feeling his lover fuck him with his fingers, thumb running over his hole to add the right touch to the too perfect scene. He was comfortable, too comfortable for Orlando’s previous threat. No sooner had he thought this than he felt Orlando’s hand come down hard on his arse.

Eric howled pushing back against the fingers, brushing his cock against Orlando’s thighs and trembling from the spanking he was receiving. Orlando was merciless his smacks becoming harder each round, one cheek then the other and so on.

“Is it good?” Orlando purred. Eric responded with sharp cry and a plea for more. This was too good. It was too much, he was racing ever faster towards the edge each time his arse received a hard smack. Orlando’s fingers curled within him, stroking his prostate in time with his spanking and Eric lost it. He moaned and cried out Orlando’s name the concern over if anyone heard them a fleeting thought. His body was wracked with his orgasm and he didn’t dare open his eyes trying to hold on to the pleasure that consumed him.

Orlando’s fingers slipped from his body a few moments later after he had ridden his last wave and Eric artfully rolled off of Orlando’s lap. He sat on his haunches and peered up into Orlando’s face his dark pools livid. Eric’s eyes followed a delightful trail down his student’s chest and to the crotch of his pants where a prominent bulge could be seen. He didn’t ask and then again he didn’t need to be told either.

Eric leaned so he was on his knees and unzipped Orlando’s pants reaching for and finding his cock with his callused fingers. His hands created a rhythm that made Orlando hiss and gasp. He was preparing him, Orlando knew, so that when he put him in his mouth he wouldn’t be able to stand it. The minute Eric’s tongue encircled the tip Orlando’s muscles tensed and he held on to the desk. Eric was proficient in giving head, more so than Orlando remembered. He bobbed and licked, taking his entire length in and suckling until Orlando cried out, yanking on Eric’s head as he filled his mouth with his seed. They kissed for the first time in months feeling at ease with the action.

“Only a little longer,” Eric pleaded for Orlando to wait and Orlando nodded. He tucked himself inside his pants and pulled on the zipper. Adjusting his clothing as fast as his headmaster was going he stood at attention shy, sweet, innocent little Orlando.

They kissed again and the bell rang. Voices of the other students carried up the stairwell and Orlando remembered to walk uncomfortably when he left.

Eric stared at the door moving his chair back into place and hesitantly sitting down. It took him a moment to complete to action without crying out. The sweet ache of his ass would definitely arouse his cock and where would he be then?

He smiled then enticing himself with the fantasy of three months gone past and Orlando fucking him every way imaginable. That would suffice, he thought with a dirty grin.
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