Matt's Mishap (Conservative Teacher)

The character choice for January was Matt Owen from the Conservative Teacher, and I was more than happy to oblige.

The original version of this story was sadly taken down, so I have rewritten the ending to fit the guidelines. If you want the original version, please drop me a message.

Matt Owen had always loved teaching PE, particularly as his students always seemed to respect him. But ever since Saint Duncan had put itching powder on his clothes, and Matt had ended up butt naked in front of the entire rugby team, Matt couldn’t help but feel that the tides had changed. It wasn’t that the rugby team didn’t respect him, it was just that they seemed to be less afraid to challenge him, or banter with him, or occasionally outright ignore his orders.

After a few weeks of this, Matt had decided to sit them down after practice and lay down the law. He told them all quite specifically that he didn’t expect them to challenge him and that he appreciated their silence outside of the team, but they needed to return to normal.

What Matt didn’t anticipate was that a couple of the rugby team had already planned another come down for Matt, and it wasn’t one that he would remotely see coming.

It was after practice on a Thursday evening, Matt congratulated the team on a brilliant session before heading back to his office to let them shower and head off. Once he was certain that the team had gone for the night, it was just after 7 and Matt stripped off to shower himself. Matt wrapped his towel around his waist and carried his uniform down the hall to the boys changing room where he tossed it into the laundry cart, before heading back to this office, closing the door and climbing into the shower.

What Matt didn’t notice when he returned to his office was that the bag with his clean clothes in had disappeared in the few minutes since he’d left with his dirty clothes.

Matt soaped up his furry muscular body and let the hot water wash away the day’s tension from his muscles. It was one of Matt’s favourite ways to unwind after a long day, and particularly on a Thursday after a late rugby practice.

When Matt had turned off the water, he stepped out of the shower and froze as he stared at the chair where he’d left his white towel, before turning to the empty space where his bag with his clean clothes should have been.

They were both gone!

“Fucking Saint Duncan,” Matt growled, immediately assuming it was Saint Duncan and his childish vendetta, but . . . that couldn’t be right. Matt knew that Duncan was away on a course. He wasn’t even in the county so it couldn’t have been him.

Matt opened his office door and glanced down the hall, keeping his body in his office. The hallway was empty, and he couldn’t hear anyone.

With no other option, Matt opened his office door, covered his cock and balls with his hands and ran down the hallway to the boys’ locker room.

He would just have to grab his dirty clothes from the laundry cart.

But when he got to the boys’ locker room, the laundry cart had already gone.

“Fuck,” Matt yelled.

The one time he wanted the laundry cart to be left over night was the one night that they’d collected it bang on time.

Matt looked down at his naked body, his chest hair still wet and droplets of water still rolling down his thick thighs. He had to think of something. There was no way he could head back to his cottage butt naked. It was way too risky, and he had no wish to be caught naked again.

That was when the idea came to him!

The lost property box.

There was always spare uniform and kit in there. Sure, it would be a little small for Matt, but at least he’d be wearing something so that he could get back without anyone seeing him.

Matt crossed the boys’ locker room and found the box on top of one of the sets of lockers. He pulled it down and immediately began rifling through it. There were a few pairs of rugby boots, a couple of football shirts from the younger students, and . . . yes, a pair of trousers.

They were grey uniform trousers, but they mercifully looked like they belonged to one of the seniors. Matt tossed them on to the bench beside him and continued to rifle through the pile, but the only thing he found was a very old rugby shirt that was ripped in multiple places, although it did look like it would just about fit him.

Matt held up the grey trousers, but with no other option, he pulled them on. Unsurprisingly, they were nearly impossible to get over his thighs, and even more difficult to get over his furry bubble butt.

“Come on, come on,” Matt panted as he tugged at the waistband.

Finally, he got the trousers on. He couldn’t button them, but he managed to zip the fly halfway. Sure, his cock and balls were crushed inside the tight confines of the trousers, and yes, his pubes and his butt crack were on show, but at least he was covered up.

Matt grabbed the ripped rugby shirt and pulled it on over his head. The shirt was snug, but he could get it on. There was one rip over the right shoulder and another across his left pec. It didn’t look great, but this was about cover, not fashion.

There was no footwear in the lost property box, but Matt had no issue with going barefoot back to his cottage. He headed back to his office and grabbed his phone and keys, which had been left behind, before heading out of the backdoors at the end of the hallway where his office was.

The ground was a little damp underfoot as Matt stepped outside and he was conscious of the trousers digging into his waist and his thighs, not to mention the cool breeze across the top of his arse.

Matt couldn’t work out who the hell would have stolen his clothes and his towel. If Saint Duncan was away then it must have been someone else, but the only person or persons Matt could think of was the rugby team themselves. That couldn’t be right though because he’d only just had a chat with them about respect and doing as they were told.

Rather than using the main pathways, Matt decided to cut across the rugby field, through the woodland and over to the cottages the back way. It would take a little longer, but at least there’d be less risk of being spotted.

However, Matt wouldn’t need to worry about that because he wouldn’t be getting further than the rugby pitch.

After a few hours of practice on the sodden pitch, the grass was muddy and more than a little slippery with bare feet. Matt got about a third of the way across the pitch when his right foot slipped out from underneath him, and he fell forwards on to the pitch.

There was an incredible ripping sound as the fly and the crotch of the grey trousers burst open exposing Matt’s manhood and the tops of his thick thighs.

“Oh fuck,” Matt gasped as he struggled to get back to his feet, his hands and the trousers covered in mud. “What the fuck do I do now?”

Matt desperately tried to pull the ripped material together in an attempt to cover himself, but he only succeeded in ripping the trousers more down the inner thigh seams.

It was at this point that Matt heard giggling and quickly let go of the trousers to cover his cock.

“Who’s out there?” Matt yelled, not remotely in the mood for whoever had done this to him.

Two of the seniors from the rugby team appeared at the side of the pitch, both of them struggling to hide their laughter. One of them was carrying Matt’s bag and the other had his towel over one shoulder.

“What the hell did you two do this for? Give me my stuff back.”

The taller of the two with the bag shrugged. “We just wanted to have some fun, Mr Owen.”

“Yeah,” the other chimed in. “We enjoyed seeing you butt naked in the hall the other week and thought we’d like a repeat. At least, we waited until everyone else had gone.”

Matt couldn’t argue with that, but it was still unacceptable.

“Regardless of the circumstances, I am your teacher. Now give me my stuff and get home the pair of you.”

They exchanged a look with one another.

“We’re sorry for the prank, Mr Owen, but is there any chance we could watch you get naked? We won’t tell anyone, we promise.”

Matt couldn’t believe his ears. “Are you two serious? Absolutely not.”

“Okay, sir. Sorry again. We’ll just go.”

The two of them turned away and started to walk off.

“Fuck! Wait,” Matt yelled after them. “Fine. But this is gonna be quick.”

Without waiting for them to say anything else, Matt yanked the ripped rugby shirt off, ripping it even more in the process, before yanking down the ripped trousers and kicking them off of his feet. He put his hands straight back over his dick.

“There! I’m naked. Now, give me my stuff.”

“Any chance you can turn around for us, Mr Owen?” the taller one asked with a slight blush.

Matt was cold, muddy and tired and he was past caring as he turned around on the spot, giving both boys a good look at his muscled, furry butt.

‘Thanks, sir,” the shorter one said before handing Matt his towel.

“Yeah, thanks,” the taller one said, handing Matt his bag after Matt had tied his towel around his waist.

“Get the hell out of here, and I will deal with you both tomorrow.”

Matt watched the two seniors run off, and he headed back to his office to shower for a second time. He couldn’t believe two of his team had been so brazen. He knew he shouldn’t have stripped in front of them, but ultimately he was just grateful that Saint Duncan hadn’t been around to witness his humiliation.