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The Conservative Teacher - Chapter 7
🕑 Added 2025-08-11 20:50:55 +0000 UTCVery excited to share the latest instalment for The Conservative Teacher. This story has most definitely taken on a life of its own. As much as I loved writing this chapter, it is very much a story chapter, rather than an erotica chapter, so apologies but I can't wait to write Chapter 8 - I have some very fun stuff planned for our boys! Enjoy!
Duncan
By the time the play had finished and the faculty cast had taken their bows, Duncan could safely say that he had never felt so humiliated in his life. Everything Matt had put him through over the last few months seemed to pale in comparison to what Louis had done to him. At least when Matt had ripped his trousers in front of the school, he’d been wearing boxers, rather than the ridiculously skimpy white briefs that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
With his cheeks still burning with embarrassment, Duncan headed to his dressing room. He’d pulled on his baggy khaki pants already, but he hadn’t had time to put on a loose shirt and his usual brogues.
Andrew had organised a drinks reception in the auditorium’s atrium where most of the faculty and the students would be waiting to see the cast. Duncan couldn’t think of anything worse in that moment, but he knew that if he didn’t go, Andrew would be less than impressed.
The only upside to the drinks reception would be that Matt would be there too.
The truth of that thought momentarily stopped Duncan in his tracks. How had he gone from hating Matt with a passion to wanting to see him so badly? He shook his head. It was just because of what was going on with Louis. He and Matt were in the same hideous position and, if nothing else, that would form a truce and some camaraderie between the two of them.
And seeing Matt in those tight jeans and that white tee wouldn’t hurt either.
The drinks reception was in full swing by the time Duncan had finished busying himself with tidying the stage and delaying the inevitable as long as possible. When he pushed through the double doors that led into the atrium, there was an immediate cheer, and he felt himself blush all over again.
“What a truly wonderful job you did writing our wonderful farce,” Andrew said, walking over with a glass of prosecco in his hand and a huge grin on his face, his cheeks slightly red from what must have been several glasses of fizz already.
“Thank you, Andrew,” Duncan said sheepishly, hyperaware of the students and faculty who were looking in his direction and whispering furiously. “Have you seen Matt?”
“He’s around somewhere. Get yourself a drink and enjoy the fun.”
Duncan forced a smile to his face, but he knew it must look as fake as it felt. It was as though he was stood in the atrium wearing nothing but his white briefs. It was as if everyone in the room could still see his thick thighs, his bubble butt and the way his heavy bulge made the briefs dip at the front to reveal his trimmed pubes.
The whole experience was like some kind of torture, and he couldn’t wait to escape it.
Matt
For the first time in his life, Matt was experiencing such an overwhelming mass of feeling and emotion that he didn’t know how to begin processing them. Yes, there was rage at Louis for not only blackmailing him and Duncan, but for exposing him on the stage like he’d tried to do. Thank God for Saint Duncan and his quick intervention or the entire school would have seen him bare from the waist down. The idea made him shiver.
Saint Duncan. Now that was causing him an even bigger quandary. He was furious with him for staging this stupid thing in the first place, let alone casting Louis and giving him such easy access to them. But he was also incredibly grateful that Duncan had saved him from so much of the humiliation that Duncan himself had endured. Sure, the audience had had a glimpse of his bare arse but that was nothing compared to the sight of Duncan in his white briefs. The thought of that bulge made Matt’s jeans tighten.
Finally, there was the unexpected feeling of utter joy that had come from being on stage. Matt hadn’t performed on stage since some theatre club stuff when he was at uni, and he’d completely forgotten that thrill of making an audience laugh. It had awoken something in him that was blissfully happy to be back, and although he’d never tell him, he was really thankful that Duncan had written him such a fun role.
“Mr Owen, that was a cool show.” Matt turned to find one of the sixth form students stood with a couple of his classmates. “Didn’t realise we’d be . . . seeing quite so much of you.”
The three of them dissolved into giggles and Matt forced himself not to roll his eyes or yell at them. “Just a bit of good-natured comedy.”
“Not like some of us didn’t see it before,” one of the classmates said with a shrug and Matt immediately recognised him as one of the rugby team who’d seen him naked outside his office.
“Enjoy the drinks, boys,” Matt said through gritted teeth as he headed to the edge of the room to grab another drink for himself.
There were less people milling around the prosecco and nibbles that adorned a long trestle table against the far wall, and Matt took a moment to enjoy some peace. Ever since he’d stepped into the atrium, there’d been constant jibes and comments about his exposure on stage. Mercifully, it didn’t sound like anyone had seen much, but they’d seen enough to know he’d been naked from the waist down.
There was a cheer over by the doors as someone came into the room, but Matt couldn’t see through the crowd to see who it was. He weirdly hoped it was Duncan. He felt a need to talk to him that he couldn’t quite explain. Yes, they’d both been setup by Louis, and were going to have to find some way to get back at him, but more than that, Matt just wanted to make sure he was okay . . . which sounded utterly ridiculous after the last few months of doing everything possible to expose the man.
Matt shook his head and grabbed another glass of the awful fizzy wine. It was alcohol, but he’d have much preferred a beer. He was just leaning over the table to grab a canape in his free hand when someone’s hand brushed over his butt before squeezing his right cheek.
“Excuse me,” Matt said, spinning around, but as soon as he saw who’d done it, he wanted to smash his glass and stab them with it.
“You don’t look pleased to see me, Matthew. I can’t imagine why.”
Louis looked even more smug than usual, and it took every ounce of Matt’s self-control not to punch him right there and then.
“Let me make one thing crystal clear for you, Louis. You may have footage of me and Duncan but that doesn’t give you the right to feel me up whenever you want to.”
Louis laughed. “I think you’ll find I can do whatever the fuck I want. Now, be a good boy and bend back over that table. With jeans that tight, you’re practically begging me for it.”
Unable to see past the red haze that had descended upon him, Matt dropped the canape on the table uneaten, slammed his glass down, wine sloshing everywhere, before grabbing Louis by the front of his shirt.
“I don’t give a fuck what you think you have on me. You don’t get to touch me, or I will . . .”
“You’ll what, Matthew? Punch me? Kick my head in? Right here in front of most of the school? Don’t be ridiculous and let me go before someone notices.”
“What the hell’s going on?”
Duncan
Once he’d extricated himself from Andrew and the other staff and students that wanted to congratulate him or tease him, Duncan headed straight for the drinks table where he found Matt holding Louis by the front of his shirt. Matt looked furious, Louis looked like the cat who’d got the cream, and Duncan just felt tired.
“I said, what the hell is going on?” Duncan said again.
Matt seemed to come to his senses and released Louis, who took a step back, straightening his shirt before grabbing another glass of prosecco.
“I hope you both enjoyed your little performance tonight,” Louis said with that smug grin still plastered across his face. “That was just the beginning. Don’t forget coffee tomorrow morning. We have much to discuss.”
Duncan watched Louis walk away and felt his hands shake from where he’d clenched them into tight fists. He’d never been one for violence but in that moment, he was sorely tempted to punch Louis and teach him a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget.
“Thanks for stopping me from doing something stupid,” Matt said after downing his drink. “He’s always wound me up the wrong way, but now, I can’t . . .”
“Forget it,” Duncan said with a sigh. “We both need to control our tempers with him until we can figure out a way out of this.”
“Mr Klein, Mr Owen.”
A group of students came over and immediately started talking over each other as they discussed the play and commented on Duncan’s white briefs and Matt’s moment of nudity.
“Okay boys, thanks for the feedback,” Duncan said with a tight smile. “Go and tell Mr Derby how happy you were with the production. I’m sure he’ll love the feedback.”
The group looked a little sad to be dismissed but did as they were told and rushed over to Andrew who was regaling Sally with some anecdote.
“Can we go somewhere a bit quieter for a minute?” Matt asked quietly. “We need to talk.”
Duncan held his breath for a moment before nodding. “Sure.”
Matt led Duncan out through a side door, and they eventually ended up outside, down the side of the building, where it was both quiet and devoid of any people.
“I need to say something, and it’s not easy, but I . . . I need to say it.”
Duncan sat down on the edge of a waist height brick wall that run along the side of the path. “What’s going on? I really hope this isn’t more bad news.”
Matt gave a soft chuckle. “Not more bad news, no.” He came and sat on the other side of Duncan, keeping a few inches between them. “I wanted to say . . . thank you. You didn’t need to jump in and save me on stage. You could have left me to be totally exposed. I . . . I’m really glad you didn’t let that happen.”
Duncan frowned. “Are you actually thanking me?”
Matt nodded. “I know we’ve been hard on each other the last few months and I assumed that you’d be the last person to protect me like that. It was . . . really cool that you did that.”
“I couldn’t stand the thought of you going through that,” Duncan said squeezing his hands together. “I knew that if I were in your shoes, I’d want to be covered, so . . .”
“I just wish I’d been back in time to do the same for you.”
Duncan shrugged. “You think I’d be used to being on show by now, but I just froze. Hearing everyone laughing and jeering and commenting on me like that felt so demeaning and humiliating, and I just couldn’t move.”
Tentatively, Matt placed his hand on Duncan’s. “I know, but let’s hope that that’s the last of it.”
Duncan scoffed. “Like Louis is going to leave it there. He’s obsessed with you. I can’t believe I was stupid enough to involve him in the play. I was so desperate to get one up on you that I didn’t think it through.”
“I think you won there.”
The two of them fell silent and it was then that Duncan noticed that he was now holding Matt’s hand. He marvelled at it for a moment, the way they fit together so perfectly, the warm fingers intwined with his own.
Matt cleared his throat and gave Duncan’s hand a gentle squeeze. “So, can I assume that our war is finally over?”
Duncan laughed. “Yes, I think we have a new enemy to fight.”
Matt stood and stepped in front of Duncan, before leaning down so they were face to face. “Good because I think we’ll make much better allies.”
Duncan knew Matt was going to kiss him and for the first time, he could openly admit to himself how desperately he wanted it, so before Matt could lean in, Duncan shifted forward a little and pressed his lips to Matt’s. As soon as they kissed, it was like someone lit a fire beneath them. Duncan was instantly on his feet, his arms around Matt, Matt’s hands on his arse, they’re tongues colliding, lips bruising, teeth teasing.
Duncan growled into Matt’s mouth as Matt pushed his hand down the waistband of Duncan’s trousers and went straight for his cock, which was already hard and begging for Matt’s touch.
“I need more access,” Matt moaned, undoing Duncan’s trousers and pushing them to his knees so he could more easily get at the throbbing bulge in the white briefs.
Not wanting to miss out, Duncan unbuttoned Matt’s jeans and yanked them halfway down his thick thighs. Matt was wearing black briefs, and his hard cock was already pushing against the waistband, desperate for escape, and Duncan was happy to help, pulling the waistband away from Matt’s body so his cock could flop into the open.
Duncan wrapped his hand around Matt’s cock at the same time that Matt did the same to him, and they were quickly jerking each other off as they kissed like animals. Matt groped Duncan’s arse with his free hand whilst Duncan slid his hand under Matt’s shirt and played with one of his nipples.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” Matt groaned.
Duncan smiled against Matt’s mouth. “The feeling is very fucking mutual.”
“How utterly romantic.”
Duncan and Matt froze momentarily before jumping apart and covering their hard cocks. Duncan yanked up his briefs and trousers and tucked himself in whilst Matt just grabbed his jeans and hiked them up to hide his cock.
Matt
Why was it that when he finally managed to admit his feelings, and finally got Saint Duncan alone, that Louis happened to come out of the side door and find them?
“What the hell do you want?” Matt said through gritted teeth.
Louis lowered his phone, and it was then that both Matt and Duncan realised that they’d been caught and filmed again. Matt couldn’t believe how stupid they’d been. Of course, Louis would have noticed them leave, and of course he’d come looking, expecting more content for his blackmail campaign.
“I just wanted a little air. You can’t imagine my surprise when I found the Head of English and the Head of Sports going at it like teenagers. You’re fortunate it was me and not some of the students, or worse, Andrew.”
“Fuck off, Louis. Whatever you recorded, I want it deleted.”
Matt knew it was pointless to demand anything of Louis, but it didn’t stop him trying. Now that he and Duncan were finally on the same page, he didn’t want to deal with anything except him.
“I think you’d know by now that you need to be kinder than that, Matthew. Duncan, could you give us a moment? I think it’s probably best if you two call it a night.”
Duncan looked up at Matt, clearly not wanting to leave him, but Matt didn’t feel right continuing anything in that moment.
“I’ll text you later,” Matt promised, giving Duncan’s hand a squeeze.
Duncan nodded. “See you tomorrow, Louis. I can’t wait for coffee.”
The sarcastic tone made Matt chuckle, but as soon as Duncan had disappeared back inside, Matt’s smile vanished.
“What do you want?”
“You could at least pretend to like me, Matthew,” Louis said with a dramatic eye roll. “I felt we needed a little chat ahead of coffee tomorrow.”
Matt frowned. “Why?”
“You’ve made it perfectly clear that I will never have you, and I respect that. But that doesn’t mean Duncan gets you either. If you want me to keep the footage to myself, and to save both of your careers, then you will do exactly as I say. Tomorrow, I will lay out a little scheme for you and Duncan, but behind the scenes, you will keep humiliating Duncan in front of the faculty and students. He’ll carry on hating you, and then he won’t get you either.”
Matt opened his mouth to argue, but Louis raised a hand to silence him.
“If you choose not to follow my simple rules then I will share the footage with Andrew and the PTA and you and Duncan will lose your jobs here, and your careers will be ruined. It’s your choice. Goodnight Matthew.”
Louis turned and started to walk away but stopped and turned back. “Oh, and I’d put that beautiful cock away before you go back in.”
Matt looked down and gasped at the sight of his cock hanging out of the fly of his jeans. He turned away from Louis so he could tuck himself back into his briefs and properly do up his jeans. When he turned back around, Louis had gone.
How could things change so quickly? Matt and Duncan were just at a point where they could actually be together, and now, Matt was being forced to continue Duncan’s humiliation, and as soon as it happened, Duncan would hate him and go back to getting revenge. Did he tell Duncan and risk Louis ruining their careers? Or did he fight against what he wanted and do as Louis asked to save them both?
I suggest we go back to my place after coffee tomorrow morning. I think Mr Owen needs a workout.
Matt read the message from Duncan a few times, feeling equally horny, excited and devastated. How the hell was he supposed to deal with this? He’d just have to get through coffee with Louis in the morning and take it from there, but one thing was for sure, he wanted Duncan more than he’d ever wanted anyone, and that wasn’t something he could just walk away from.
Comments
SuitedWestend
Duncan’s exposure is far from over - I have many evil things planned haha!
Sam
Glad to see Duncan’s humiliating exposure may not be quite over yet! Can’t wait to see what is in store for him and what sorts of skimpy underwear he wears next.
