It was easy to convince him to stay past the bell for some "extra curricular studies". Just one more failed test and he would lose his spot on the Honor Roll, which wouldn't sit well with his parents.
Even though he was an amateur, he tried his hardest to make it enjoyable for both of us. I was definetly impressed by his performance.
However, the downside was he was too honest and prone to loose lips, just like all the rest.
He was already too exhausted to fight back when I tightened the ribbon around his neck, so it didn't take long for the frantic flailing to slowly die down into simple convulsions and twitching. Even in the last moments of life, his feet unknowingly continued to service me as the spasms in his legs and hips caused him to shoot out the last little bit of seed he had left before finally falling still.
Now all that was left was to stuff him into the gym bag I brought to get him out in secret and take him where I kept all the others before him. My own little "after school class"...