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The Conservative Teacher - Chapter 6
🕑 Added 2025-05-03 17:02:11 +0000 UTCWhen last we saw them, Matt and Duncan had another blowout after rehearsals, but this time Louis caught the whole thing on camera, and with the faculty production looming, he's more than ready to put his blackmail scheme into action.
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Duncan
The night had been a sleepless one for Duncan, tossing and turning in his bed as he replayed his interaction with Matt in the road. Matt had literally given himself up like a silver platter, and Duncan had turned him down. Yes, he couldn’t trust Matt, but how had he not taken what was offered? He could have had Matt’s cock in his mouth, they could have spent the night fucking like horny teenagers. Why had he been so stupid as to turn him away?
Drinks at the pub had been an incredibly tense affair, and Duncan was sure that everyone else had noticed. Him and Matt had refused to look at, or talk to, each other, and it must have been painfully obvious, but Duncan just couldn’t let himself do it. If he’d looked at Matt, he’d have crumbled and begged him to come home with him.
And then there was the issue of Louis. What were they going to do about him? The fact he knew what was going on between Duncan and Matt wasn’t necessarily an issue, but what he did with that knowledge was what could be dangerous.
It was the day of the faculty performance, and despite the exhaustion, Duncan forced himself to shower and dress and head over to the auditorium early. He wanted to ensure everything was ready, and he didn’t want to let his ridiculous whatever it was relationship with Matt get in the way.
By the time Duncan had checked the prop table and the sets, he could hear the distinct sound of voices approaching. He knew Matt would be one of the first there, he always was, Duncan just had to make sure that he stayed professional and didn’t let anyone see that he was pining for a man that he spent most of his time wanting to punch.
One of the sets of the double doors at the back of the auditorium opened and Matt came into the room with Sally Westerberg hanging on his every word.
“Oh, Duncan, I feel absolutely petrified,” Sally said when she reached the stage. “Is it always this nerve racking?”
“I’m afraid so, but don’t worry, it makes the performance even better because it means we care.”
Sally gave Duncan a quick one-armed hug before hurrying off to her dressing room, which left Matt standing awkwardly at the edge of the stage.
The white crew neck t-shirt and light blue fitted jeans that Matt had chosen to wear made him look like a buff movie star. Duncan immediately took in the way the sleeves dug into Matt’s biceps, or the way the jeans hung low on his hips.
“Matt, can we talk? I need to apologise for last night,” Duncan said, surprised by the words that came out of his mouth.
Matt rolled his eyes. “Apologise for what? Being a complete arsehole? I wouldn’t worry. You can’t help being who you are.”
Duncan tried not to rise to Matt’s idiocy, but he couldn’t help himself. Why couldn’t Matt just take the apology and have an adult conversation with him?
“You know what, Matt. Forget I said anything.”
“With pleasure, Saint Duncan.”
Matt stormed off to get changed, leaving Duncan alone on the stage, torn between lust and anger, a combination that was becoming far too familiar.
Matt
It was becoming increasingly predictable that Matt would spend his time with Duncan either hating him or drooling over him, and Matt was getting tired of it. He’d genuinely thought that they’d reached a better place the night before. When they’d worked out it was Louis fucking with them, and not each other, Matt thought he and Duncan might actually be able to just let go of their stupid prank war and the hatred, and just have some mind blowing, long overdue sex.
But no. Saint Duncan went all princess and said he couldn’t trust him.
Well, he could go and fuck himself.
There was no way that Matt was going to let his guard down like that again. He was done with Saint Duncan and as soon as the damn play was over, Matt would go back to his department and avoid Duncan like the plague.
Matt had just finished changing into his costume when the door opened, and Louis walked in.
“Oh, I missed the show,” Louis said with an exaggerated sigh. “Such a pity!”
As soon as Matt saw Louis and his smug face, he just saw red. “Why the hell did you think it was okay to fuck with my clothes yesterday? Don’t say it was Duncan, but we both know that you messed with his clothes and mine.”
Louis held his hands up in placation. “Who says I did anything? What an odd thing to accuse someone of.”
“Don’t play games, Louis. Duncan and I know that you messed around with both of us yesterday. What was the point? What did you gain from it?”
Before Louis could answer, there was a knock at the door and none other than Saint Duncan appeared with his face neutral.
“Just in time, Duncan. Matt was just asking me what I stood to gain from my little game yesterday.”
Duncan quickly closed the door behind him. “What are you up to, Louis?”
“It’s very simple. I have some very interesting video footage of you two in the road last night. I would say that your behaviour wasn’t exactly in line with school policy.” He chuckled to himself. “What I stand to gain is easy. I gained the footage, and I’ll now use that to get what I want. You two will meet me in the village for coffee tomorrow afternoon, and if you don’t, the footage will be played to the entire faculty and student body at our next assembly.”
Matt felt his blood boil, his fists clenched at his sides as he desperately tried to stop himself from punching Louis’ teeth down the back of his throat. “If you think I’m going to fuck you, you’ve got another think coming.”
Louis laughed. “I know how you feel about me, Matthew, and I have no intentions of forcing you to do anything to me. I merely wish to keep playing some games, but you’ll have to wait until tomorrow to find out more. We have a show to do.”
With a final smug grin, Louis grabbed his costume and swept out of the dressing room leaving Matt and Duncan staring at the door after him.
“What the hell are we going to do now?” Duncan said at last, breaking the silence.
Matt sighed. “We do the damn play. If you hadn’t been such a sadist dick and cast Louis in this, we wouldn’t be in this position.”
“Oh, of course it’s my fault. Grow up, Matt.”
Duncan stormed out after Louis and slammed the door behind him, leaving Matt to wonder when their lives had turned into the farce.
Duncan
Once the auditorium was full of students, Duncan’s hands were shaking with nerves. He never enjoyed being the centre of attention and although he only had a small part in the play, he didn’t like the idea of being on stage in front of the students at all.
Andrew had given the cast a rousing pep talk just before curtain up and Duncan had watched the first half from the wings. Despite his nerves, he’d been exceptionally pleased with the faculty show up to that point.
What continued to impress him the most was Matt. He played the hapless butler so well, not to mention looking incredible in the tight-fitting suit that hugged every curve and muscle. Duncan spent most of the first half mentally kicking himself for losing the chance to get Matt in bed.
As the play was only sixty minutes or so, they hadn’t bothered with an interval, and Duncan prepared himself as they moved into the second half. Soon, Matt would get his trousers ripped off and then Duncan would have his smock ripped off to reveal the leopard print trousers underneath. The trousers which suddenly felt far too tight to be worn in front of students.
Duncan continued to watch the play from the wings as Louis strutted around the stage as the investor. Matt picked up the drinks tray and moved to centre stage, before Louis turned around, stumbled and fell forwards, ripping Matt’s trousers clean off of his body, revealing the tight union jack silk boxer shorts. Matt clasped his hands to his crotch, his mouth in an “O” before he yelled “how can I buttle in my boxers?”. All of the students roared with laughter, and Matt turned upstage, his thick bubble butt facing the audience.
It was at this moment that Louis lunged forward, and Duncan knew something was going on. That lunge was not in the script, and it was clear Louis was up to something.
Duncan was about to make his entrance but paused as Louis grabbed the back of Matt’s boxers and tugged. Without even thinking, Duncan ran on to the stage and covered Matt’s rear just as his boxers tore off in Louis’ hands. It was immediately obvious that the boxers had had their seams replaced with Velcro, and if it weren’t for Duncan, Matt would be naked from the waist down in front of the entire faculty and student body.
“My dear butler, in the name of our lord, you should not be so exhibited. Please let me escort you to safety.”
Duncan was improvising and he knew it wouldn’t make sense, but he had no choice. He couldn’t let Matt be that humiliated. As much as he was thoroughly enjoying the view of Matt’s meaty, hairy bubble butt, he couldn’t let Matt be seen naked on stage like that.
Pulling his smock as wide as possible, Duncan ushered Matt off of the stage, relieved that Sally and Andrew quickly picked up the dialogue.
Duncan was about to rush back on stage when Matt grabbed his wrist and squeezed it. It was clearly a thank you, but they didn’t have time to discuss it further.
“I believe you called for a vicar,” Duncan said as he marched back on stage, getting the play back on track.
Sally, Andrew and Louis continued their lines and Duncan moved around the stage. He knew Andrew would soon be stumbling onto the hem of his smock and pulling it off, but Duncan was now concerned that Louis may have messed with his trousers, as well as Matt’s boxers.
“Oh, dear vicar, I appear to have lost my footing,” Andrew yelled as he stumbled towards Duncan.
There was a loud rip as Andrew stepped on the smock and it tore off to reveal Duncan in his leopard print trousers and a black t-shirt, which he now realised was far too form fitting and there were wolf whistles from the students. Duncan felt the heat rise to his cheeks, but the t-shirt was the least of his problems.
“Goodness, I’ve lost mine too,” Louis suddenly gasped as he fell in Duncan’s direction and grabbed Duncan’s trousers. There was another loud rip this time and it was unmistakeably the sound of Velcro.
Duncan gasped himself as he watched the leopard print trousers rip from his body to reveal a tight pair of white briefs that left nothing to the imagination. His bulge looked like a heavy basket at the front, whilst the briefs barely covered his thick bubble butt at the back.
Frozen in shock, Duncan knew that he just needed to leave the stage, but over the roaring laughter and wolf whistles of the student body, he just couldn’t. With the tight t-shirt and the skimpy briefs, he may as well have been naked on that stage, and he had no idea how the hell he would explain this away to Andrew, who was staring at him with his mouth agape.
It was then that Louis gave Duncan’s arse a loud slap, his cheek bouncing with the impact. But that jolt was enough to get Duncan moving and he bolted off the stage. Matt was now wearing his jeans and was stood there with a look of shock on his face.
“I can’t believe he did that to you,” Matt whispered. “He’s gonna pay.”
Duncan was still in shock and merely pushed past Matt to get back to the dressing room so he could put on his normal clothes. He wasn’t in the play until the bows, and he was damned if he was doing them in his underwear.
Matt was right, Louis did have to pay, but would that even be possible when Louis had that footage? They were screwed!
Comments
SuitedWestend
Oh Louis will definitely gets what coming to him 😏
Jarrett
Sounds like the guys need to get Louis nude on the stage
