Roscoe snatched the paper away. “It’s more fun to improvise, don’t you think?”
“I don’t like the way you’re looking at me right now.”
“If Cody doesn’t want to, I’ll volun—”
I shoved Adam out of the bedroom before slamming the door shut.
“It would have been more fun with the two of you,” he said, straightening the camera phone. “Coulda been a real classroom.”
I remained silent but didn’t take my heated gaze off him.
“I know. You don’t like threesomes.” He snatched the cap off my head, putting it back on my head the other way. “All right kiddo. Pants off.”
“Do NOT call me that on camera,” I said, slipping off my pants. “This is creepy enough as it is.”
“Underwear too,” he added.
“I’m in a classroom. Why would I sit at a desk with a shirt and nothing else?”
Roscoe swiped his finger across the phone screen and tapped once. “You didn’t read the syllabus, did you?” He walked to the front of the desk, pointing at the seat. “Now yer in detention.”
I cleared my throat, stiffening up a bit as my nerves set in. The camera and I never got along, and as a half-turn, I was even more self-conscious.
“Sorry,sir. I forgot my homework.” I plopped down onto the little wooden chair, which was cold against my bare skin.
“How ’bout we start with some easy lessons?” He wrote something on the board, then moved out of the way so he could point to it with a yardstick. “Now read this.”
“I’m not reading that out loud.”
He let out a nervous laugh and looked over at the phone. “We’re live.”
“What?” I hissed through my teeth. “This wasn’t supposed to—”
“Do you want another hour of detention young man, or do you wanna read the word for the rest of the class?”
I let out a sigh, half covering my face with my hand. “Bussy.”
“What was that?”
“Bussy, you fucking—” I said louder, deliberating the pros and cons of committing murder on a live stream. “Mr. Roscoe.”
He put both palms on the desk and leaned in. “Now, show me where it is,” he demanded, then licked the drool from his chops before turning to the camera, adjusting his fake spectacles. “Half-turn twinks, just like humans, have cute little boy pussies.”
I wanted to die. In fact, if this continued for much longer, I’d probably end up doing just that.
“Why don’tyoushow me?” I asked, making my tone sound as threatening as possible.
“Well, all right.” He pulled the desk toward him and lifted me up before turning my bare ass toward the camera.
“Put me down!”
“As you can see,” he said, struggling to hold me still while slapping the yardstick against my rear end, “this is half-turn boy pussy, and it don’t ever get too loose neither, no matter what you put in there. It’s a scientific anomaly, baffling scholars for generations.”
“I’m gonna kill you, I swear to God!” I shouted, punching his back as hard as I could. His other arm locked my lower half in place as he parted my ass with his fingers.
“I could shove my entire arm up there and he’d walk away like nothing happened. Isn’t that amazin’?” He finally sat me down, and I threw a punch at his stomach, which didn’t even make him flinch. “Ooh! Looks like we got some viewers,” he said, looking over at my phone, which was tuned into the stream.
“When the hell did you get my phone, Roscoe?”
