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Blue.The color of the sky that day was a stark, searing blue, a cloudless expanse that didn't cast a single shadow to hide beneath. The sun was equally oppressive, beating down on the earth below, its rays scorching the grass and making the air shimmer. Lying prone on the ground, Kokichi Ouma stared helplessly up at the unforgiving summer sky, bruises already forming on his stomach.He hadn't realized just how blue the sky that day was until that moment. He kept his head lowered most of the time, these days. His walk to school was made up of concrete and his own shoes; it was like his whole world was one narrow tunnel. But lying on the pavement, his back burning against the hot ground and his abdomen burning where Kaito had punched him, Kokichi found his gaze wandering upwards.His attacker stood above him, a towering figure silhouetted against the harsh sunlight, his features obscured. All Kokichi could see was the gleam of his teeth and the glow of the embers from his cigarette, the smoke trailing upwards, a silver veil between the two boys.The punch had sent him sprawling, his stomach roiling and his lungs constricting. He gasped, desperately trying to suck in oxygen, and was rewarded with a sharp stomp on his upper arm.Kaito leaned in closer, pinning his arm to the ground with one booted foot, the crunch of gravel beneath. Kokichi could hear the sound of the other students laughing and jeering, taunting him, shouting out names. They had formed a ring around the two, their faces blurred and indistinct, their voices echoing and distorted."He told you to pay up, bitch!""Whoa, he went down easy. What a pussy.""Don't forget, the interest is five times the original amount."The voices swirled and swelled, blending into a cacophony of noise. Kokichi blinked, the sun's glare blinding him, and tried to focus on the face looming over him.He couldn't tell what kind of face Kaito was making; it was just that the magenta color of his eyes was burning with intensity. A shiver ran through Kokichi at the sight, and then there was sweat, not from the heat, trickling down his spine.The foot on his arm ground down even harder, making his bones creak under the pressure, and a whimper of pain escaped Kokichi's lips."Please," he gasped, reaching out and gripping at Kaito's pants with a trembling hand. "I'll give it tomorrow. I can get it tomorrow--" His pleading fell on deaf ears, he knew, pure desperation the only thing fueling him."Your wallet." Kaito removed the cigarette from his mouth, his eyes narrowed as he blew a plume of smoke into the air. "Or your arm. Choose."The pain intensified tenfold as Kaito bore down, and Kokichi cried out sharply, his vision going spotty. Kaito's lackeys whooped like hyenas, egging him on. Kokichi could barely hear them through the rushing noise in his ears. He wanted to blackout, to escape the agony."Okay," he whimpered, blinking the tears from his eyes, "I'll give it to you... just..." He reached down to the pocket of his pants, feeling Kaito's piercing eyes boring into him, the heat of the crowd pressing down around him like a tangible force. "I-I'll give it..."Kokichi drew the wallet out, holding it up with his other hand in surrender. Kaito cocked his head, lifted the pressure off his arm, took the wallet gingerly from the boy's trembling fingers, and--

"Agh!"
A kick to the ribs, another explosion of pain in his gut, and the crowd roared with laughter. Kokichi's wallet was sent sailing through the air, landing in the outstretched hands of another delinquent."You don't get a warning next time," he heard Kaito mutter as Kokichi coughed and groaned, curling in on himself. He heard a shift as the bigger boy leaned over him, and cowered instinctively when a hand gripped the collar of his uniform, yanking him up harshly. "When I tell you to do something, you better fucking do it."Kaito's face was inches from his now, the acrid scent of nicotine clinging to his breath. His mouth was twisted into a lifeless sneer, the color of his eyes red under the sun's shadow, and he was laughing at Kokichi. Everyone was laughing at him, at how weak, pathetic, worthless, and stupid he was--"This guy's actually crying. What a fucking baby," one of the delinquents taunted.Kokichi realized through a blurry haze of pain that tears were running down his cheeks. He opened his mouth and tried to stammer out something--an apology, an excuse, anything. But the words stuck in his throat. He was completely helpless, unable to move or speak, pinned beneath the leering eyes of everyone there, unable to do anything but let the tears fall silently.Kaito was unmoved. He shook him once, roughly, jerking his neck. "Do you understand?""Y-yes sir," Kokichi whispered. His voice was choked and scratchy, brimming with defeat.Kaito released Kokichi with a careless jerk of his hand, allowing the smaller boy to crumple to the ground like a doll that had its strings cut. One of the boys tossed his wallet--now emptied of the seven thousand yen Kokichi's mother had given him to run errands--to the space above his head, and Kaito flicked the used cigarette at him along with it.They spoke over him as he lay there clutching at his stomach, uncaring if Kokichi could hear them or not. He just wanted the world to quit spinning, wanted everything to stop, so he could be by himself for just one minute and cry properly without the rest of the school watching and laughing at him."Still, only seven thousand yen," one of the delinquents said as he flipped through the bills. "If only there were some rich kids we could shake down.""Keep dreaming. Rich families don't come within fifty miles of this shithole.""Hang on, what about the new kid? Saihara, wasn't it? Those guys are pretty well off, right?"He heard the click of a lighter; Kaito already had another cigarette out and burning. "We're not bothering with that freak.""Well, the little bitch here is gonna run out of money eventually. Then there'll be nothing left to take but his ID, his clothes, and his virginity, I guess."The lackey's snicker was cut off by Kaito's disgusted tone. "I always knew you were a faggot, but seriously? Don't say gross shit like that in front of me."The delinquent fell silent while the others guffawed, their laughter ringing in Kokichi's ears, their footsteps echoing through his head as they finally retreated, the pain in his abdomen dulling to a throbbing ache. He shut his eyes tightly, desperately wanting to wake up in his bed at home. This was all just a dream, a really, really bad dream.He wanted to disappear.Kokichi got up slowly, the sensation of rough gravel biting into his skin grounding him to the real world, to reality. He picked up his emptied wallet with a shaky hand. He couldn't even muster up the strength to feel angry at the loss of money; there was just a dull sense of hopelessness accompanying the realization that despite the beating he'd taken protesting it, his mother was still going to be furious with him.And of course, the worst part of all: the realization that it was only going to get worse. Kaito was a mercurial and volatile individual, prone to outbursts of violence at the slightest provocation. Kokichi knew the moment he showed any backbone, any defiance, that his position at this school would become infinitely more dangerous than it was now.He'd thought... he didn't know what he'd thought. Maybe his consistent shows of obedience would impress Kaito, and then he'd cut him some slack. That was his first mistake. It was hard for Kokichi to believe his own naivety, especially considering the nature of the relationship between him and his tormentor.It took all his strength to get to his knees and begin gathering the scattered books and papers that had been knocked loose from his school bag during the scuffle. The bell would ring any moment now, although he doubted the teachers would even notice if he skipped. At the very least, he didn't want the other students to see him like this, crawling through the dirt.As Kokichi finished stuffing his belongings back into his bag, his cell phone started vibrating from within the side pocket. He reached inside and pulled it out, the Monokuma phone case grinning back at him, and a wave of nausea swept through him when he saw the caller ID.He considered, for a fleeting second, letting it ring. Just dropping his phone back into the depths of his bag and pretending he hadn't seen it. But he knew from experience that would be a terrible idea.Instead, he pressed the green answer button."M...Momota-kun..." Kokichi tried to keep his voice steady and failed.As per usual, Kaito chose to skip greetings. "Get your ass over here.""O-over where?""To the bathroom.""Wh--" Kokichi's mouth went dry. "Why..?"Kaito's impatience was audibly growing. "What makes you think you deserve an answer?""B-but, um, the class is starting soon, and the teacher will be mad if we're late, s-so...""So what, Ouma?""S-so, uh, shouldn't we, um, wait until after school is over, and then--""So what, Ouma?"The answer caught in his throat, his grip tightening around his cell phone. His heart was pounding so loudly, that he was afraid that Kaito would hear it, even through the phone."I'm trying to do you a favor here," Kaito sighed, sounding irritated. "You're lucky I'm giving you the chance at all.""Favor...?""Yeah," Kaito said. "Look, I'm not a complete monster. I'm willing to let you earn back your money, one way or another."Kokichi's breath hitched, and his eyes widened. "Really?""If you're not interested, fine," Kaito said, and Kokichi could practically hear his shrug. "But I'm not waiting.""W-wait!" Kokichi cried, clutching the phone to his ear. "Wait, Momota-kun, please! I'll--I'll be right there, just give me a few minutes, okay? Please, please don't go anywhere."Kaito snorted. "Fine. But hurry the fuck up." "Y-yes sir! Thank you, Momota-kun, I'll be right th--"Click.Kaito hung up, the dial tone ringing in his ear, and Kokichi was left staring down at his silent phone, his mind reeling. It was unusual for Kaito to offer to barter with him at all. Usually, if his classmate wanted something, he would take it, and nothing Kokichi could say would change his mind. The whole reason Kaito had demanded his number in the first place was so he could summon him whenever he wanted to act as his punching bag.Was... was today different, somehow...?A spark of hope lit in his chest. He'd never offered an alternative before, but maybe, just maybe, he was finally starting to lose interest in this routine.Shouldering his bag, Kokichi quickly made his way out of the unforgiving heat and into the school building.***"Took you long enough."Kokichi stood outside the door, panting heavily, his uniform damp with sweat. It hurt to run with his injuries, but he'd hurried to the best of his abilities, well aware of Kaito's opinion on tardiness."I-I'm sorry, Momota-kun," he gasped, struggling to catch his breath, "I came as fast as I could.""Obviously not fast enough.""Um, I'm sorry," Kokichi repeated, his cheeks pink with exertion."Don't care," Kaito shrugged, taking his cigarette from his lips. Kokichi couldn't understand how anyone could enjoy smoking those things, especially not at the rate that Kaito did. He exhaled smoke, his expression indifferent, before dropping the cig on the linoleum and crushing it under his shoe.Kokichi's eyes wandered over his face, looking for some clue of why they were meeting here. His hopes were quickly diminishing as logic kicked in. The last time they'd been in a bathroom together, the contents of his school satchel had wound up in the toilet. He didn't want to think of all the ways Kaito might try to humiliate him further using the decrepit old school bathroom as the setting.Kokichi tensed instinctively as Kaito came closer to him, reaching past him and shoving the door closed. Realizing Kaito's focus was on the door and not him, Kokichi watched with curiosity as Kaito bent down to shove the door stopper underneath the doorframe, effectively locking the two boys away from the rest of the student body."U-um," Kokichi stammered, confused, his gaze flicking between the blocked doorway and Kaito. "Wh-what if someone needs to...""They can piss in a bush," Kaito said bluntly, and Kokichi winced at his crudeness.He wasn't sure where the conversation was supposed to go from there, and his confusion was only increasing the longer he stood there. He'd assumed, or rather, hoped, that his tormentor had brought him here for an easy errand, like fetching more cigarettes or alcohol. But that would mean spending money, wouldn't it? If the point was for him to earn back the seven thousand yen he'd lost, wouldn't it make sense to use his stolen money instead?Then... was Kaito going to beat him even worse than he already had? Was there something else entirely, something too terrible for him to imagine, that Kaito planned to do to him next? It... was probably a mistake to come here..."M-Momota-kun--" Kokichi started, only to cut himself off with a squeak when Momota roughly grabbed the back of his collar and hauled him into a stall.The walls seemed to close in around Kokichi immediately, making him feel claustrophobic, and his head nearly collided with the dirty phenolic partition, barely missing it by an inch. His fingers scrabbled against the metal support beam, trying to get a grip, and then the hand on his shirt loosened, dropping him to the floor as Kaito sat down heavily on the toilet seat."Ngh..." Kokichi pushed himself up on his knees, looking up to where Kaito was reclining, gazing down at him with his usual bored, cold expression. "Momota-kun, what's going on...?""You look like a girl from down there," was the first thing he heard, and for the first time that day, the edge of Kaito's lips quirked upwards. He leaned forward, his broad shoulders and sharp angles seeming to fill the entirety of Kokichi's field of vision. "Oi, remember I'm doing you a favor, alright? I don't wanna hear all that bitching and crying you usually do."Kokichi blinked owlishly, his confusion only growing with each passing second. "O... okay? But, um, Momota-kun, I still don't know what you mean...h-how do I get my money back...?"Irritation flashed across the other's features, and his eyes narrowed. "Are you that fucking stupid? Well, guess I shouldn't expect much from a virgin.""H-huh...?"What did being a virgin have to do with--Kokichi's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a belt unbuckling, and the jingle of a zipper. His eyes darted from Kaito's face to his... lower body, and static filling Kokichi's ears, a soft, almost imperceptible gasp escaping him. Eye-level with the apex of Kaito's thighs, Kokichi stared, transfixed, as a bulky, half-hard cock sprang free from the confines of Kaito's boxers.What... what was going on? Why was Kaito getting naked? If anyone was being forced to take off their clothes, normally it would be Kokichi, right?He tried to scoot backward and fell flat onto his butt, his heart pounding. "M-Momota-kun, w-wait a minute, I'm really, um, very confused, a-and, uh," his voice rose, the words rushing out, "I-I mean, wh-why are you, um--""It's pretty obvious, isn't it?" Kaito snorted, giving his thickening dick a few lazy pumps. The sight was completely foreign to Kokichi--the only penis he'd seen before was his own, and the one attached to the person sitting over him was about twice as big, both in width and length. "You're gonna blow me, and hopefully I'll decide your mouth is good enough and give back your cash.""B-blow--" Kokichi sputtered, unable to form any coherent sentences. This couldn't be real, couldn't be happening. There was no way Kaito was expecting him to put his, his, his..."As in suck it, dumbass," Kaito snapped, rolling his eyes, and his tone left no room for argument. "Holy shit you really are clueless.""I-I know what it means--that's not the problem!" Kokichi's voice rose. "Why would you want someone like, l-like me, to--to--do that?"

"Hah?"
Suddenly, Kaito's visage turned dark, his lip curling, and Kokichi knew instantly that was the wrong question. "You're the one desperate enough to come to the guy that beats the shit out of you on the daily to get a pathetic amount of money back. Out of the kindness of my heart, I'm giving you an option besides taking the beating, and you're not even grateful." The fluorescent lights hit the back of his head, his face covered in shadows, yet his eyes were visibly glaring daggers into the smaller boy. "Don't tell me a part of you didn't expect this. What the fuck does a useless little idiot like you have to offer besides your holes?"Trembling, Kokichi looked down, hiding the way his cheeks burned and his eyes sprang with tears. He'd never felt so stupid before. After all he'd endured from Kaito, this was the one violation he'd never expected. After all, Kaito found him disgusting, didn't he? He found... doing this sort of thing with other boys disgusting, from everything Kokichi had observed, and had no interest in touching him. Yet here he was, exposing his privates and asking--no, ordering--him, Kokichi Ouma, who'd never so much as kissed another human, to perform oral sex on him."Please," he whispered, his throat tight, fingers bunching the fabric of his pants. "p-please, th-this has to be a lie, y-you're joking, r-right...""Joking?" Kaito echoed, the incredulity plain in his tone, "You're still fucking complaining when I'm trying to give back to the community here and teach you some sex ed--because fuck knows you're never gonna learn otherwise, let's be honest here."He topped it off with a wolfish laugh that bounced around the empty room. Kokichi hunched in on himself, his head drooping further as a few tears slipped down his nose and into his lap. Not for the first time, he prayed the floor would swallow him up and make him disappear. Instead, he felt Kaito's hand violently snatch the back of his hair as his laughter abruptly cut off, pulling him up so roughly that his scalp stung."O-ow, ow, please, M-Momota-kun, not so rough..!" Kokichi whimpered, scrambling onto his hands and knees and crawling towards the bigger boy, desperate to relieve the painful tugging sensation on his scalp."You already agreed to the deal," Kaito hissed, and the grin had vanished, the coldness in his eyes now a seething, dangerous glare. "Or are you saying you want to break our promise, which by the way, is the ultimate insult to a man's pride.""No, no," Kokichi quickly replied, frantically shaking his head and blinking through the pain. "That's not what I meant, Momota-kun! It's just, i-it's, umm, well--""I'm so sick of your dumb fucking babbling," Kaito sighed, and suddenly Kokichi's head was being jerked downwards, forced towards the object of his fears. "If you keep fighting, I'll just knock all your teeth out and then have you blow me. Would you like that better?""N-no--"Kaito interrupted his objection with another violent yank on his hair. Grabbing the top of Kokichi's head, his knuckles dug harshly against his skull as he dragged the smaller boy closer, bringing him directly face-to-face with the cock Kokichi had so desperately been avoiding looking at."What, you scared of a little bit of dick, girly-boy?"The mocking words were accompanied by the scent of sweat and musk, and Kokichi's knees ached against the linoleum, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. Kokichi's wide, teary eyes stared at the ruddy organ, the sight foreign and strange, and his body shivered as he realized Kaito's arousal was twitching. Veins were running along the side, and the glans were flushed a deep pink, glistening slightly."But I..." His voice came out small and defeated, and Kokichi struggled to find the words. He swallowed thickly. "I don't... know how to...""Just do the same shit a girl would."When Kokichi only blinked up at him confusedly, Kaito groaned, rolling his eyes."Fuck, are you serious? I gotta teach you everything, huh." He rubbed his temple, annoyed, and made a circular motion with his hand. "Take the tip in, swirl your tongue a bit, bob your head up and down. Any teeth and I'll take 'em outta your skull, same as.""I... I..." Kokichi couldn't help but hesitate still. His heart was racing. This couldn't be real. Couldn't--

Wham.
Kaito backhanded him across the cheek, his other fist still holding his head in place. The strike didn't have much force behind it, more an extension of the threat rather than a real attempt to hurt him. But his skin smarted nonetheless, and his lip split."Listen, fucker, if you're not putting my dick in your mouth in the next 5 seconds, then I'm done. And I won't be letting you off easy for wasting my goddamn time. Understand me?"Terrified, Kokichi nodded."Good. Your bitching is gonna make me go soft. Now get sucking."Slowly, with shivery hands, Kokichi reached out, resting a single finger on the heated length. He flinched as soon as the contact was established, anticipating violence, and glanced upwards."Yeah, go on." Kaito leaned back, relaxing. His hold on Kokichi's head had gone a little slack.He used his hands to bring Kaito's penis close, the warm flesh hot in his palm, and opened his mouth. Maybe if he closed his eyes and... and pretended it was a popsicle, maybe...Timidly, Kokichi stuck his tongue out and gently swiped over the very tip. The taste and smell assaulted his senses; the musky, salty flavor was unlike anything else he'd ever experienced. It didn't matter how much he tried to delude himself, there was no mistaking the texture or warmth, or the fact that he was licking another boy's genitals."Come on, faster, stop playing around."The impatient grumble from above spurred him onward, and Kokichi gingerly took the head between his lips. Immediately, his jaw was stretched wider, his chin dropping, and the taste was stronger, bitter. With a sharp exhale, the sensation of the crown pressing past his teeth had his fingers digging into his pant leg, his toes curling, and his muscles locking. He sucked lightly on the skin, trying not to accidentally bite him, scrape his teeth, or do anything that might make the other boy angry. He tentatively glance up.His classmate was unresponsive, his face blank, his gaze impassive. Was he not doing a good enough job...?"You're fucking with me, right? Open wider," Kaito demanded."I-I'm trying," Kokichi whimpered, and Kaito glared."Try harder, idiot."Obediently, Kokichi widened his jaw, pushing forward and taking Kaito's member deeper into his mouth... but not by much. He was still barely past the head, and any more than that, and his jaw started to ache, and Kaito's tip threatened to hit the back of his throat. Saliva was gathering beneath his tongue, the sticky, slimy wetness a new, uncomfortable sensation. Trying not to gag, he began an unsteady rhythm, sucking and bobbing his head as Kaito had directed, hoping that the faster he finished, the faster Kaito would return his money and allow him to escape.As he continued, his mind wandered. Did all men's dicks look like this? Was this what he was supposed to look like? Kaito wasn't even fully hard yet, but he felt enormous in Kokichi's mouth. Kokichi knew he was underdeveloped for his age, and the difference became even more obvious when compared to his much larger bully. Kaito was hairy and muscular where Kokichi was not, his testicles heavy and full, hanging below his cock and nearly touching the toilet seat, whereas his own were tight against his body.And the way Kaito was sitting, his legs spread wide, his arm slung carelessly over the back of the toilet, his posture completely relaxed, his expression almost bored. He exuded an air of power and confidence, one which left Kokichi feeling both frightened and a bit jealous. It was hard to believe they were both men, and the same age at that."Use your tongue more. Swirl it. You're supposed to pay attention in sex ed class, moron."It was hard for him to maneuver his tongue while keeping his jaw open, but eventually, Kokichi managed to run his tongue along the underside of Kaito's shaft, and the larger boy actually gave an approving grunt. Emboldened, Kokichi pressed his tongue against him and laved upwards, and Kaito's hips jerked."Fuck, yeah, that's it... fuck, your mouth's too fuckin' small..."Even when tinged with criticism, the light praise warmed his insides, but immediately after, Kokichi's cheeks burned with shame. Why was he so desperate, so eager for his bully's approval, especially since Kaito had given him nothing but pain and misery during his entire time here?He must've been a complete idiot.Still, feeling strangely encouraged, Kokichi repeated the action, sliding his tongue up the side, and then down again, until the entirety was covered. Beneath the tang and saltiness, the thin, milky fluid leaking from the slit he told himself was almost sweet. He moved his mouth, following his tongue's lead, and his knees ached, his thighs straining as his weight settled entirely upon his shins.Above, Kaito grunted. "Ahh... fuck it. You'll learn better with some hands-on experience, I guess."Hands-on experience?That was the only warning Kokichi had before two large palms gripped the sides of his head, and severe pressure yanked his skull forwards, the huge cock ramming down his throat. Kokichi's nose collided with coarse hairs, and the stench of musk and sweat was overwhelming, and suddenly, there was nowhere left for the smaller boy to go. His eyes bulged, the urge to cough and retch building within his chest, his hands scrambling and fumbling, flying out to grip the bunched material covering Kaito's thighs."Mnhg!" A gurgled scream escaped him, and he reflexively struggled backward, only succeeding in grinding his knees and the heels of his feet against the tile floor."Just relax. Haven't you watched porn before? Chicks do this all the time without dying."Relax? How could he possibly do something like that?! Kaito's penis was filling him, and the taste and smell were making him dizzy, and his lungs were burning, and his lips were stretched thin around the other's girth, his throat contracting uselessly. The tears and saliva were already spilling freely from his eyes and lips, dripping onto his uniform, and every ounce of him was screaming to pull off, push the boy away, beg him to stop. But to say Kaito's strength was superior to his would be a laughable understatement; he could only brace his fingers against the rough fabric and try desperately not to choke.Suddenly he sensed Kaito's hips pulling back, and the grip on his face loosened, and oxygen flooded his deprived lungs. Kokichi coughed and sputtered, and the drool coating his chin dripped and splattered messily against the linoleum."You're braindead if you think I'm gonna sit here and treat my dick like a lollipop," he heard, and a harsh snort followed. "I'm trying to do you a favor and teach you how a man uses a bitch. If you're not gonna learn anything, then what's the goddamn point? If you can't figure out how to suck a cock, I'll show you."Just as he was catching his breath, the grip on his hair tightened once more, and the weeping head of Kaito's cock budged against his lips."W-wait, wait, Momota-chan, please wai--mmpgh--!"There was a sharp, harsh tug, and the meat filled his throat again, the crown nudging the roof of his mouth and stretching his jaw. Involuntary tears gathered, and Kokichi's vision blurred."Quit yapping and focus on the lesson," the voice above him grumbled, and Kokichi sobbed as his scalp began to sting, his hair pulled, the flesh compelling his jaw further apart, deeper, deeper. Again, the organ was pulled out, and Kokichi gasped, sucking air through his mouth. And then, without a second's reprieve, his classmate slammed back inside.

"Nn-hnng..!"
Kaito didn't fully pull out again after that. Instead, he began to well and truly fuck his throat, his irrhythmic, punishing pace pushing Kokichi past the limits of his tolerance. From where he was seated on the toilet, Kaito didn't even have to move his hips much; he just used his powerful arms to shove the smaller boy's head forward and back, over and over, the motions short and shallow and deep all at once, and Kokichi's legs kicked uselessly against the floor. Pushing his cock over and over against the wet, convulsing muscles, choking him, keeping him trapped, never allowing him a moment of relief."Get used to this. That's all guys want when they're getting a blowjob, is your throat squeezing them."The sensations were too much. Kokichi was lightheaded, his mind failing to keep pace with his head savagely being yanked to and fro or the frantic beating in his chest. Each deep thrust was jarring and painful, his neck and jaw aching, snot and tears streaming uninhibited down his face, and the corners of his vision were spotting black and his ears ringing--"Good, take it all."It was impossible for Kokichi to resist Kaito's insistent, dominating assault, and the sheer brutality of the act. Less than an hour ago Kokichi had thought he'd already endured the worst of what Kaito could dish out, and yet... and yet, here he was, reduced to nothing but a living breathing toy. And he was too busy focusing on not suffocating and passing out to even comprehend his own feelings about it.His mouth was stuffed and his throat raw, and the most obscene noises were pouring out from between his sore, swollen lips, sloppy and filthy, loud, lewd, disgusting. Kaito wasn't holding back, using his hands and elbows and his entire body weight to drive his length into the heat, and Kokichi's stomach churned and his gag reflex rebelled. Each yank on his head smacked the blunt head of Kaito's penis against the back of his throat, and the pressure was becoming excruciating.

"U-uurrg-kkk--"
Kaito ignored him, his only concession to Kokichi's distress was a hiss, his eyes narrowing and his teeth gritting together, and he slapped Kokichi lightly across the cheek. Kokichi barely felt it, his consciousness wavering. "I said no fucking teeth, dipshit. How are you so bad at this?"

"Mmmpph--"
Kokichi tried to explain himself, but his tongue and lips and throat were completely occupied. He couldn't close his lips, couldn't turn his head or raise his shoulders. All he could manage was a pathetic, muffled whine; his soaked face, tear and snot-streaked, twisted helplessly."Whatever. Just don't bite. Idiot."When a rough hand cupped his chin, lifting it, Kokichi immediately obeyed the pressure. He did all he could to keep his jaw slack, his tongue and the sides of his cheeks flat, and Kaito was happy to take full advantage."You've got no experience, which is stupid, considering your age. You've probably done the same boring shit since you were a little kid," Kaito murmured, his thumb sliding along Kokichi's lower lip, pulling the pink flesh open. There was an unusually raspy quality to his jeers, and a flush was beginning to extend down his neck, the color bright red and splotchy. His expression had barely changed despite his panting and the beads of sweat glistening on his brow.Kokichi didn't understand the words, or rather, hardly processed them. It was hard enough just trying not to choke, and the added difficulty of having the crown pressed relentlessly against his soft palate, and the gooey precome dripping and coating his tongue, wasn't making concentration any easier."Still, though, I guess a tight hole is a tight hole, even if there's no skill involved--ghh,"There was a slight hitch in his voice as the last syllable tapered off, and Kaito's hips suddenly jerked. The fingers on Kokichi's scalp flexed, and the smaller student sensed on top of his tongue a throbbing vein pulsing through the solid shaft."Ah, shit, yeah," Kaito mumbled, the change in tone startling. A moan rumbled up from Kokichi's classmate's chest, and the hand cupping his chin slid upwards and buried itself into the mop of messy hair. "G-gonna teach you how to take a man's load..."A man's...? Kokichi could scarcely comprehend his meaning. He'd given into the pain, the humiliation, the fear, and was simply waiting for the assault to end."Fuck," was the next word, followed by, "you better swallow it all, or you get a failing grade."Without warning, the pace sped up, the tempo increasing. The thrusts were deeper now, more violent, and the wet squelch made his ears burn. Drool and precome were freely leaking onto the floor, and the harsh tugging was wrenching his neck."Ghk--ngh--" Kokichi whined, the sounds bubbling out of him involuntarily. He was drooling and gagging, and each breath came short and ragged, his tiny chest and shoulders heaving. The boy could only fidget and pray his knees would hold, his legs growing numb with fatigue."That's right," a dark whisper and the grip tightened. "Swallow, come on, take it bitch."The tone was almost reverent, the growl low and pleased, and a feeling, a knowing, rippled through Kokichi's gut, and his toes curled. The next yank of Kokichi's hair jerked him all the way to the base of Kaito's shaft, his face smushed right up against Kaito's pubic hair and balls. His eyes bulged as the head of Kaito's cock mercilessly rammed its way into the deepest part of his throat.Dense, heavy streams of hot, bitter liquid burst inside his mouth and poured directly into the depths of his belly. Kokichi's entire body reacted, convulsing violently."Nn-nnngkh...!""Gh, f-fuck--"Kokichi's own garbled cry was joined by the deep groan above him, and his nostrils flared, and the smell was pungent, and his vision turned spotty as his eyes rolled back in his head. Something was filling his mouth, too much, his throat, his lungs, and his stomach roiled. He couldn't fit it all in his mouth even if he wanted to--stray spurts escaped his lips and rolled down his chin, and his nose was filled with a horrible, musky stench, and the fluid was still coming.He struggled to pull off, and Kaito's strong, unforgiving grip held him in place."You're not going anywhere," a hoarse laugh.With no where to run, his mouth was flooded. With the hand holding his skull, his neck immobilized, his nostrils were the only thing left for him to breathe from. The taste, the odor, the heat, the texture, and the pain--"Mmm-mh..! Mnh..!"Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the vice-like grip loosened, and the pressure was gone.Gagging, Kokichi's jaw was released. Saliva and semen spilled over his lips and down his chin, and the viscous mixture dribbled onto his lap, soiling his pants. He didn't care in the least, all his attention centered on the burning, stabbing ache in his throat and chest, and the sickening, slimy substance clogging his esophagus.

"I-iih-ehh-kkkh--"
With a hacking, gasping cough, the foul-tasting white fluids spilled from his mouth. They landed on the linoleum and pooled in a sticky glue-like mess, and Kokichi didn't know what was saliva or come or just mucus, and he was too dizzy and nauseous and hurt to do anything but continue to retch violently on his hands and knees."Tch, seriously, you're spitting it all out. Can't you ever do anything right?"Following Kaito's words, the hand in Kokichi's hair returned and tugged upwards, forcing him to straighten. He moaned, his nose still burning, his throat still raw. He was starting to get his bearings, and the full weight of what had just occurred struck him like a train--the violent facefucking, the horrible, shameful sounds, the way his legs had buckled and his spine had curved and his jaw had strained, and..."Th, th-th-th," Kokichi spluttered, his eyes suddenly burning with fresh tears, until he couldn't stop himself from wailing, "That hurtttt..."His whole frame crumpled, and he felt his face twisting, his eyes squeezed shut. That familiar tightness in his chest burst, the one that told him it was useless to try and keep himself from crying anymore. He couldn't help it, even knowing it would only make things worse, the sheer volume and intensity of his feelings crushing him. He could only sit there and sob, snot and spit running down his face, which only made him feel even filthier."Hah?" Kaito's tone was incredulous. He shook Kokichi by the hair, as if rousing him, "What are you, a baby? If a little blowjob is enough to hurt you this much, then you've got no business being alive. That shit is natural, everyone does it."More tears ballooned, and Kokichi's breath stuttered. "I-I hated it... if that's what sex is like, I d-don't ever want to do it again...""Fucking quit crying already! I'll hit you!"This only made Kokichi cry harder, strangled hiccups wracking his tiny frame, and he saw Kaito's brows furrow in exasperation, the look on his face one that was hard to pin down."For fuck's sake... how're you more delicate than the girls I fuck," he muttered, wiping his still-wet dick off with toilet paper before tucking himself back into his pants. "You're a guy, aren't you? Act like one."Kaito rose to his feet and grabbed Kokichi by the wrist, hauling him up roughly. Kokichi stumbled, his legs unsteady, and Kaito practically dragged him over to the sinks, his grip bruising. After grabbing a fistful of paper towels and running them under the faucet, he began aggressively scrubbing at Kokichi's face, his other hand holding his jaw tightly in place."Gross," Kaito said, wrinkling his nose as he wiped the grime away. "You look even uglier than usual.""S-sorry," Kokichi hiccupped, and his head was yanked around as Kaito grabbed his chin and turned his face this way and that."Shut the fuck up. And rinse your mouth out.""Y-yessir." Kokichi choked out, cupping his hands together and dipping them into the cool water of the sink. After swishing and spitting and repeating several times, the taste of salty slime was gone, and Kokichi clumsily dried his hands with more paper towels. He didn't know why Kaito was suddenly being nice to him--comparatively, at least--but it almost felt like a payoff for what he'd just endured. If possible, he'd like to take advantage of that shred of good will for as much as he could. "M-Momota-kun, um...""Yeah, yeah, I got it. You want your money, right?"Kokichi sniffled, managing a feeble nod as he rubbed his swollen eyes.Kaito reached towards him--and Kokichi instinctively steeled himself, expecting another strike. Instead, the larger student held out a crumpled wad of cash."Wh-wha...?""Your reward.""B-but, Momota-kun," Kokichi stammered, taking and straightening out the bills, his eyes wide. "Th-this is... only three thousand y-yen...""Ah?" Kaito quirked his brow. "Since when did I say I'd give you all the money back?"Kokichi's stomach plummeted."But, b-but, you said," his lip quivered, his voice breaking. "Y-you said...""Tell me, Ouma," he sneered, leaning down, the fluorescent light reflecting eerily against the whites of his eyes. His teeth were sharp and pearly, and the smell of cigarettes wafted past him. "When did I say I'd give you all seven thousand back? Give me the hour, minute, and second.""Ah...""Exactly.""N-no, wait, please," the tears began falling anew, and Kokichi felt pathetic, but his hopes had been raised and crushed so easily. He'd suffered the worst kind of abuse, and his assailant was still taking advantage of him, leaving his heart and body aching."Again with the fucking crying--you're an annoying little dipshit, you know that?""P-please," his begging peaked in desperation, and his fingers clung helplessly to the front of Kaito's shirt. "Please, please, M-Momota-k-kun, please, th-that's not fair, my parents will, p-please, please, I c-can't afford t-to...""Oh, God." Kaito rolled his eyes, turned his back to Kokichi, and went back to sit on the toilet, reaching into his blazer to retrieve his lighter and a cigarette. He reclined back on the toilet as Kokichi groveled at his feet, pulling the stick free and lighting the end, inhaling the nicotine deeply. Exhaling, a plume of smoke wafted through the air. "Look, I've already been so generous--"Someone banged loudly on the bathroom door, making Kokichi jump. Kaito's expression soured at the sound, and he took the cigarette out of his mouth to shout, "Fuck off or I'll fucking kill you!"The noises ceased immediately. The voice of Kaito Momota was enough to send anyone packing."Fucking idiots," Kaito grumbled. "Shouldn't they be in class?"Kokichi watched as the other boy rose, his pants hanging loosely around his hips. Kaito hadn't done a great job of reclothing his penis; instead, his boxers lowered to show the heavy organ hanging, swaying slightly, its musky scent and salty flavor still lingering in Kokichi's nostrils and throat. Kaito caught him staring and sneered. "Hey, I've figured out how you can earn the rest back. Y'know, all seven thousand, promise."Kokichi felt cold sweat trickle down his neck."Here's how it'll go. I'll give you a full, extensive sex ed lesson on getting your cherry popped, and you get the money back. It's really a win-win for you when you think about it."Kokichi blanked, trying to process the words. Sex education, and cherry popping. He'd never heard the latter term before, but it couldn't be any better than what had just happened to him. "N-no, I-I don't... I told you, I-I don't want to, to do sex," he mumbled, shaking his head."'Do sex'," Kaito mocked, deeply unamused. "You think I knocked a screw loose when I fucked your face, or did you always talk stupid?""M-my grades are good," Kokichi shot back, his cheeks flushing. Normally he wouldn't talk back to Kaito, but he could only take being called stupid so many times by one that came in dead last on every test scoring board."Shut up," was his only reply. Kaito grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him to his feet, and Kokichi stumbled forward, nearly losing his balance. He didn't have time to regain his footing, however, because Kaito immediately shoved him onto the toilet, and his butt collided harshly with the seat."Oof--!""Take 'em off.""H-huh?!""Your clothes. Take them off.""N-no!" Kokichi cried. "I-I don't want to learn any more about sex, I don't want to, and especially not with you--!"Kaito's scowl twitched, canines flashing. Then, the larger student leaned over, his arms flexing, and the next thing Kokichi knew, large hands were unbuttoning and yanking down his pants."W-wait! What are you doing?! Momota-kun, stop, why, why are y-you doing this, hngh--!"In a flash, a callused hand was gripping him, forcing his gaze upwards, and the pressure was painful, and the fingertips dug into his jaw and cheekbones.Kaito removed his cig with his free hand, blowing a thick puff of smoke into Kokichi's face, the gray tendrils clouding his vision. Kokichi coughed, his eyes watering, and he felt the hand on his face slip lower, squeezing his throat and making him wheeze."Do you wanna end up dead?" Kaito threatened, and Kokichi trembled as his bully's expression turned murderous, his dark eyes hard, lips drawn back and teeth bared. "Or better yet, a cripple? Keep screaming like that, and see what happens."Fresh tears rolled down Kokichi's cheeks. He knew his limits. The more he struggled, the more hurt he wound up; that was always how it went with Kaito. He had no choice. "N-no," he whispered, muscles slacking, "no, please..."Kaito dropped the cigarette, and Kokichi squeaked, spreading his thighs apart on instinct so it would plink into the toilet bowl instead of his lap. Kaito made a sound of amusement, releasing Kokichi's freshly bruised jaw only to unbuckle Kokichi's belt and pull down his zipper. The air was cold on Kokichi's exposed skin, and he flinched, gooseflesh rising on his thighs, the air conditioned chill in the bathroom seeping into his bones.

"Hyah--"
Before he could even recuperate from the shock of having his lower half exposed to another, Kaito was ripping open his blazer, the stitching and fabric tearing, buttons clinking as they bounced and skidded across the floor."Hey, wait, d-don't! You're ruining my uniform!""And who's fault is that, stupid?" Kaito's response was derisive as he hooked his thumbs into the collar, pulling it open. "I gave you the chance to undress yourself, but like an idiot, you didn't take it."The material of the collar strained, and Kokichi could see the fibers begin to fray and tear as his uniform was ripped, exposing his pale chest. "N-no..." Kokichi shook his head powerlessly, trying to use the last vestige of strength to push Kaito's shoulders back. The larger boy didn't even bat an eye, the weight of Kaito's fingers and palm felt like fire against the flesh, and the larger boy didn't wait or give him time to react or protest; his underwear and pants were tugged off his hips and pooling at his ankles in the blink of an eye. "No, wait--!"The unwarmed ceramic beneath him stung his bare skin, and the small student hunched into himself, feeling both exposed and humiliated. Every inch of his lower body was being shown to the tormentor responsible for the littering of bruises and marks along his skin, and his flaccid, boyish penis looked embarrassingly tiny when compared to Kaito's own. Kokichi's entire face flushed, his sweaty palms flying to cover himself, but Kaito only scoffed and brushed the ineffectual attempt away.The taller boy gave a low whistle, his eyes raking over Kokichi's skinny, underdeveloped limbs. "Wow. Not a hair on ya. And look, with a dick like that, a girl couldn't choke on it if she tried."The degrading comments had Kokichi's cheeks burning, a high-pitched whine escaping his throat. "Don't lookkkkk...!" He begged, curling into himself, but Kaito wouldn't allow it. Instead, his shoulders were grabbed and pinned down, a knee shoved roughly between his legs."You're lucky to have anyone look at you with a body like this."Kokichi squeezed his eyes shut, tears dripping onto his cheeks, his entire face and ears burning with humiliation as he had no alternative but to let his nude body be manhandled. His body jerked as he felt large, rough hands running along his chest, exploring, squeezing, and prodding as they pleased, his pair of small, sensitive nipples teased and rolled. Quiet, stuttered pleas to stop were punished with pinches, and Kokichi cried out, his body shuddering as the digits twisted and pulled at his nubs."Ah, no, that hurts..!""Shut up," Kaito hissed, "I'm just teaching you the basics here."Goosebumps rose along the path Kaito's callused fingers drew across his skin. This... this was wrong, wasn't it? Only girls were supposed to be touched on their chests like this--and that's what the other boy was doing, touching him, all over, his hands roaming freely, groping and pinching, his fingers sliding over the soft mounds and digging into the yielding flesh.Kokichi's eyes flew open at the sensation of teeth grazing his left nipple. "Ahh!" he yelped, and Kaito was unapologetic, his tongue running over the hardened bud, the tip circling around and around until the entire area tingled. "Hyaah, wait, sto--stop! Th-that's...!"Kaito ignored him, latching his lips on and sucking hard, the motion pulling the little nub taut, his teeth nibbling and threatening. Kokichi's back arched, his chest involuntarily pressing upwards against the mouth ravishing it, and his thighs clamped together. The smaller boy's hands scrambled for purchase on the toilet seat, the unknown sensation combining into a strange, uncomfortable heat in his gut, a tingling pressure between his legs."Nnhg, s-stop it, M-Momota-kun, stop, th-that's so embarrassing, p-please..!" Kokichi's heart was hammering against the thin wall of his chest. His mind was getting dangerously hazy, his breath coming in short gasps as his classmate continued to suckle him, the wet noises sounding obscene in the empty bathroom. "I-I'm... I'm not a girl, so..."Kaito lifted his head, popping off with an audible noise, and Kokichi shuddered at the cold air hitting his moist skin, the saliva Kaito had left cooling. A thin line of drool still connected his nipple to his bully's lips, and the image sent a shiver down Kokichi's spine."Yeah, no shit," Kaito retorted, a sardonic lilt to his words, "you had me wondering for a second there, but not even the flattest girl has tits this small.""Uu..." Kokichi's shoulders drooped, his eyes stinging as he lifted a shaky arm to cover his abused nipples. They were swollen and reddened, the areola glistening, and it made Kokichi feel sick to look at them. "I-I'm a boy, and boys aren't supposed to be touched like this...""What the fuck are you blubbering about now?"Kokichi didn't want to answer him, the shame was too great. He could only duck his head, his eyes falling to his lap, his knees struggling to press together, trying and failing to keep his body from trembling.The short respite was over and Kaito was moving again, his large, calloused palms resting on Kokichi's thighs, squeezing, the roughness of the skin chafing the bruised flesh.Kokichi whined in his throat and tried to fold his knees together, only for his classmate to reach out and grip the underside of one thigh, pulling him open, his legs splayed, exposing him even further. Kokichi squeaked at the action and the slight discomfort, but the feeling of embarrassment only increased when Kaito used the pad of his thumb to run a slow line up the inside of his leg and brush the tip of Kokichi's cock, his balls, before pushing his hips up and exposing his butthole."S-stop lookingggg," Kokichi wailed, even knowing it was a useless plea, burying his burning face in his hands as he tried to squirm away. The hold on him only tightened, fingers digging in harshly enough to bruise even more, and Kokichi gave a small sob, his shoulders hunching."Shut up. It's only normal for a guy to check out what he's about to stick his dick into. I gotta see if I'm gonna split you in half," Kaito mumbled, almost to himself, and Kokichi's eyes widened at his classmate's words, his mind immediately going blank with confusion."W-what a-are you talking about? I don't have, a, a--I don't have what a girl has," he blurted out. "Momota-kun, there's nowhere to put your... your..." The words dangled on the tip of his tongue, and his face burned. He didn't even know how to properly address another man's privates."Put my...?" There was a pause, then a dark chuckle. Kaito threw his head back and released a bark of laughter that stung Kokichi's ears. "Are you serious? You've never seen anything, even on the internet?"Why was Kaito acting like he was the odd one here? "Th-there's nowhere to put, um, y-yourself," Kokichi repeated, and Kaito laughed harder."Holy shit. Oh, man. This is perfect, you really do need someone to teach you about sex. Guess I'm a good guy after all." Kaito snorted and patted Kokichi's head as if he were an obedient pet. Even knowing it was a gesture of condescension more than anything, Kokichi couldn't help but startle at the unprecedentedly gentle motion, his lips parting in surprise."Th-there's... somewhere else it can go...?" he stuttered, blinking owlishly up at his bully, who grinned in response."Yup. Don't you worry, Ouma, you'll see."The smile didn't reach his eyes, and the implication sent chills up Kokichi's spine. "I-I don't want t--""No one gives a fuck what you want," Kaito snapped, the mood changing on a dime as he returned to his default expression of bored irritation. "Teachers don't care if you don't want to learn your lessons. You're supposed to be a good student and stay seated in your chair until the end of class regardless, got it?""That's, th-that's different, Momota-kun," Kokichi hiccupped, shaking his head frantically. "I-I don't need to know this, and--I changed my mind, I don't need the money eith--eep!"He squealed, jumping in surprise, and Kaito laughed at the high-pitched noise that had just come from his throat, his knees reflexively struggling against the hands urging them apart. Kaito had just taken one of his balls into his hand, his startlingly warm palm rubbing and kneading the tender flesh."Wh-wh-wha," Kokichi stuttered, his breath catching, and Kaito tipped his head, questioning."Did that feel good?""No," Kokichi answered quickly."Yeah, you're right, it looked like it felt fucking horrible," his classmate rolled his eyes with a scoff. "Chill out, I'm not gonna tear you a new one just yet, you need to be looser than this," Kaito told him, and the way the words were delivered in such a casual tone made Kokichi's head spin."You've at least touched yourself here before," Kaito grunted, taking Kokichi's limp shaft in his hand, nearly engulfing it in his palm, and rubbing his thumb over the sensitive head. Kokichi squirmed and rubbed his thighs together, wanting nothing more than the strength to push Kaito away."I-I, it's normal t-to," he whimpered, flushing, "please, don't t-touch there, p-please...""Tch, I wasn't gonna waste my time with you anyway," the other scoffed, sitting back on his haunches. As Kokichi watched, his mind still a jumbled mess, Kaito pulled out a bottle of... something from his back pocket, unscrewing the cap and squeezing a liberal amount of the gooey liquid into his palm."Wh-what's that?" Kokichi asked, his eyes darting to the clear fluid that almost looked like water, but wasn't.His answer was a darkly amused look that had Kokichi shrinking back in fear, the sudden tension in his muscles returning in full force. "Oh, nothing," Kaito hummed, coating his hand in the substance until they were dripping with it. "It's just some lube I bummed off one of the guys. How considerate of me, right?""Lube? Huh, what's..." He blinked rapidly as Kaito reached down to wrap his wet palm around his own penis, which had grown hard without Kokichi noticing, and the taller boy began to stroke it slowly, his breathing growing heavy and deep, the smell of tobacco and sweat intensifying. Kokichi's mouth fell open, his confusion only worsening."For a kid with grades as good as yours, you can't even figure this out? Don't tell me you've never heard of lube, either. Virgins are such a pain... nah, even for a virgin you're stupid." Kaito shoved one of Kokichi's thighs to the side, and drizzled more of the liquid between Kokichi's butt cheeks, making the smaller boy jerk and whimper in shock at the cold, wet sensation.

"Hyan!"
"Stop whining, it's just a little lube." Kaito spread the slippery fluid around with his fingers, rubbing and smearing it between his fingers and over the fleshy rim of Kokichi's butthole, and the boy's eyes nearly popped out of his skull, his throat constricting."Wh-why are you touching me there...!" he yelped. "Th-that's too, too dirty, Momota-kun, don't look there...!"The delinquent ignored him, continuing to rub and trace the rim with his wet fingers. "You need to be relaxed for this part," was the only thing he said, and the nonchalant, offhanded way he delivered the words had Kokichi's heart sinking to the pit of his stomach."What--what are you t-talking about, Momota-kun, that's not," Kokichi shook his head, trying to scoot his hips backward and away from the large fingers sliding against him. "There's--there's no way, Momota-kun, it can't, it can't go in there, there's no way--!""Ahhhh," Kaito groaned, rubbing his fist hard against his temple, "you're giving me a fucking headache here." His blunt nails dug into the soft skin of Kokichi's thighs, leaving crescent-shaped indents in their wake, and Kokichi jumped, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. "Listen up, Ouma. This is an important lesson you're going to carry with you for the rest of your life, yadda yadda, whatever the fuck teachers say." He moved his fingers down, and to Kokichi's utter horror, used his thumbs to spread Kokichi's butthole open, exposing the fluttering interior. "This is where you're gonna get fucked."Kokichi's mind blanked, and his body went numb. The cold air was like ice on the most vulnerable part of him, the sensation as alien as it was disturbing, and Kokichi didn't want to look, didn't want to see or acknowledge the way Kaito was spreading him open and staring into the depths of his body. He didn't want to acknowledge how... how hot and raw and open he felt, the muscles inside him pulsing with heat."Y... you're lying," he managed to squeak out, even knowing that, itself, was a desperate lie to himself. "It... it won't fit...""It will," Kaito said flatly, using his fingers to spread the lube around some more, the pads of his fingers pressing into the soft, tender flesh. "The point of this stuff is to make it easier to put my dick in. It's the same as when girls get wet down here. That's why you need to get lubed up and stretched out, so my dick doesn't tear you apart. You're still pretty fuckin' puny, though... so you'd better beg for me to be gentle.""Wh-what?" A chill traveled down Kokichi's spine at the implications. "N-no way, that can't be true, that can't...""It is, though," Kaito said, his expression dimming. "And I'll make you like it."Kokichi couldn't comprehend that, or the idea that a man's penis would ever fit inside another man, of all things, or that he could ever enjoy it. Kaito had already given him a horrible and traumatic experience with his mouth and throat; the thought of that happening in his anus was enough to make him feel like passing out. He wanted that, desperately--to faint and wake up at the end of this, without any memory of what was about to happen to him."N-no, no, no," Kokichi quietly chanted, his breath growing labored. "No, it won't, it won't I can't, p-please, Momota-kun...""This is how men fuck each other, Ouma," Kaito said, his eyes glittering. He rose on his legs to bring the tip of his angry, throbbing cock closer to Kokichi's entrance, rubbing it back and forth. The motion was almost hypnotic, and Kokichi watched with a mixture of horror and confusion, his heart pounding in his ears, his fingers clenching and unclenching at his sides. "This is your first lesson in anal, and it's gonna be the most important one, so pay attention."The pressure against his hole increased, and the small boy whined, trying to close his legs together to no avail. The cock prodding him was so big, so scary, and he was terrified of what it could do to his body."Don't," he whimpered, tears blurring his vision. "Momota-kun, d-don't, I, I can't--"Kaito was holding his ass open, and the tip of his penis was beginning to shove its way in, and it would hurt, it would hurt so bad, he could already tell that there was no way this would ever fit, and--"One more thing." Kaito's voice dropped suddenly, and his next words were slow and deliberate. There was an animalistic glint in his eyes that froze Kokichi in place, ice-hot fear coiling tight in his gut. "If you ever let another guy do what I'm about to... I'll kill you. From now on, your body belongs to me, understand?""Huu...?"Kokichi's head was spinning. Why would he ever seek out another person to do this with...? Kokichi couldn't understand him at all. There was a lack of anything in Kaito's voice but a coldness and the promise of violence.He didn't have time to reply or ask for clarification before--

"Hyaaah!"
Just like that, the crown of Kaito's penis popped past the tight, resistant ring of muscles. Kokichi gave a high-pitched shriek, the sensation of a man penetrating him for the first time nearly too much for him to bear. The lube wasn't enough to make the breach painless; the stretching of his insides burned, and Kaito's dick was so hot and so big, it was like it would split him in half, and he could feel his inner muscles tearing and protesting the invasion."M-Momota-kun, please, stop," he begged, his voice hoarse, his throat sore from the abuse it had suffered not moments before. He struggled, pushing his rear away, but Kaito held him firmly, forcing his cock deeper, the bulbous head lodging inside him with a loud squelch. "Too big, too big, take it, ah, out, please, please please, y-you're breaking me, you're gonna break me, ah--!""Then break," Kaito grunted, his fingers digging into Kokichi's butt cheeks, and Kokichi moaned in pain, his walls clamping down in an effort to push out the intrusion. The stretch was excruciating, his stomach already cramping as he was folded in a position that didn't allow him to resist anything."Hh-hh, it hurts," he keened, his tears flowing freely, "It hurts, it hurts, Momota-kun, p-please, stop my butt's gonna break...!""Ffffuck," Kaito sighed, leaning over him with either hand gripping the toilet seat, his expression relaxed and nearly blissful as his cock was slowly engulfed. "I was right, you are tight as shit." A breathy chuckle, and he rocked his hips forward, burying himself another meaty inch and making Kokichi cry out. "There goes your cherry, virgin boy. Feel free to bleed on me.""Nnh, n-nnooo--!"He had barely finished speaking when his hips snapped forwards, and Kokichi shrieked, the noise stoppered only by Kaito's hand over his mouth as his body was split open, the thick cock tearing its way through his once-untouched insides. His bully's penis was ramming into his middle, ripping him open, and it was agony. Kokichi could feel his insides being stirred up, his anus struggling to expand past its limit.How could anyone possibly enjoy this? Sex was terrifying, and painful, and Kokichi had no desire to be a part of it. He felt sick to his stomach, on the verge of throwing up. The only sound he could make was a whimper, and his muscles were trembling, his hands grasping uselessly at the toilet seat."Shut the fuck up," Kaito hissed, the hand over his mouth digging painfully into his jaw, and Kokichi whimpered, his cries stifled. "You want someone to hear and come barging in?"The thought hadn't even crossed Kokichi's mind; he was totally preoccupied with the feeling of Kaito's penis plowing its way into his guts, his muscles tearing and his rectal walls spreading apart. He emptied his pathetic sobs into his palms, his eyes tightly squeezed shut, unable to see or speak."Nhh-nn-hhnn!""God, you're tight as fuck," Kaito breathed, and Kokichi felt the larger boy's body drawing closer, his cock nestling impossibly deeper. "Y'know, this is my first time fucking a guy, too... nh, fuck, you, ah, feel really..."Kaito grunted as he bottomed out, the weight of his cock pushing painfully against Kokichi's stomach. It felt so deep inside, Kokichi was fearful that if he looked down he might see it actually bulging his stomach. He could feel Kaito's balls pressing against his bottom, and his thighs were spread wide to accommodate him. It was so uncomfortable, so unnatural.Kaito wasted no time. He drew back slowly, the tip of his penis dragging along the walls of Kokichi's rectum, and Kokichi squirmed at the sensation. The wet, lube-slicked skin was slippery, and it almost made it easier to take, but not by much. Kaito began to move, his thrusts shallow and experimental, and Kokichi winced as his body was pried apart, his rectum laboring to accommodate the brutish size of his bully's cock."Nnhg, nn-nhhn," he whined, his tears falling fast and heavy, and he shook his head back and forth as the pain intensified, the larger student's hips picking up speed. "Hhhh, nnh...!"He'd since given up on getting Kaito to stop any time soon, not that he'd had much hope to begin with. Instead, he'd let go of the toilet seat to cling uselessly to Kaito's chest, fingers clutching at the front of his school blazer as his frantic begging was reduced to tearful gasps and whimpers. "Pl-please, no more... don't be mean, I'll be good, I'll be good, so please..."Kaito chuckled lowly but didn't reply, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as the other boy found his pace. Kokichi moaned as the pain rhythmically dulled and sharpened, and he clenched his eyes shut as he felt his intestines being rearranged, Kaito's dick plunging into him over and over again. He slammed into Kokichi without pause, and Kokichi's small body bounced like a rag doll, his insides pulsing.He'd been a virgin, that had never even tried to put a finger inside himself, and now he was getting violated by someone else's cock, and he was repulsed, he was petrified.The wet noises and squelches were sickening.The burning of his abused hole was unbearable.Then, something... strange happened. Kokichi couldn't explain it, but his body seemed to react on its own, a jolt of electricity zipping up his spine, making his back arch. "Hh, hhngh, hh-aahh..."He tried to bite his lip, but his voice escaped anyway, a strange, needy sound. Kaito seemed to like it, his cock twitching inside, and the delinquent hummed, his expression turning wolfish."You like my cock in you now, huh?" he said, and Kokichi's face turned beet red at the accusation. "It's starting to feel good, isn't it? You like getting fucked in the ass?""N-noo, I," Kokichi moaned, shaking his head again, but it was a lie. The pain was still there, but it was slowly beginning to morph, the muscles in his stomach flexing. Something was changing, turning his body hot and shivery and weird. Every time Kaito's cock slid over a certain spot, a wave of heat would ripple through him, making him whimper. "Wh-what... what is th-that," he whined. "Momota-kun, what's--what's happening to me--""This is why you need lessons," Kaito said, a small grin on his face as he thrust again, hitting the spot. Kokichi squealed, his entire body jolting, and Kaito laughed, his hips snapping forward, his movements faster, harder. "That's your prostate, Ouma. It's where men that get fucked by guys feel it. You'll get addicted to it if I hit it hard enough."

"Hh-aahh!"
It felt so different now, and Kokichi didn't understand why. It was like his body was being melted from the inside out, the heat coiling in his guts, and his mind was growing cloudy, his thoughts jumbling and melding together. Even in this situation, where his whole body was being violated from the inside out, his penis was beginning to swell, rising from where it hung between his legs."Wha..."He was getting an erection from being raped.Kaito noticed it too, and the taller boy snickered. "See, I told you. You were a virgin just a minute ago, but you already love taking cock. What a slut.""I-I'm not," Kokichi mumbled, his head swimming."You are," Kaito lowered his head, his lips brushing the shell of Kokichi's ear. "You like it, you fucking whore. You're hard just from taking me. You sold your holes to me for seven thousand yen, and you like it."Kokichi mewled as he was spread further apart, and the words began to slither into his brain, curling around his thoughts, fading in and out. "Nnh, I don't, I don't like it, I d-don't, aah...""What a liar," Kaito sneered, his breath hot and sticky in Kokichi's ear, his hands moving to Kokichi's waist, holding him still as the pace increased. "But your body doesn't lie." He leaned back, hoisting Kokichi slightly higher up on the toilet seat. "Oi, Ouma, look at how deep you're taking me. That's some talent you got.""Nnnhah...noooh..."With a mortified moan, Kokichi covered his face with his hands, and yet a sick sense of curiosity had him peeking through his fingers to see exactly how his body was being violated. His own slender cock was stiff, bouncing obscenely as Kaito thrust into him, precome beading at the tip, and his balls were tight and swollen. There was Kaito's cock, forcing him open, disappearing into his body, pumping in and out of his butt. He could see his anus red and stretched around the base, the way it clung to Kaito's shaft every time the other boy drew back, the way it seemed to swallow him greedily every time he slid home--the way that, just as he feared, with his blazer ridden up there was a small, round bump on his stomach where the cockhead was pressing up. His once tiny, untouched hole was now being brutally plowed, his insides churned up by every heavy plunge, punching against his special spot and making him shiver and drool."Hhhngh, no..." Kokichi whimpered, "I-it's not true, i-it's not truue..."His body had to be ruined now, didn't it? He would never be the same, he could never forget this moment. Kokichi couldn't help the tears that trickled down his cheeks as he watched. It was obscene, dirty, wrong... but... his cock was still throbbing between his legs, dripping clear precome down his stomach."Hyaah, hahh, aah, hah-aah...!"Lewd moans slipped from his lips unbidden. Kokichi didn't understand what was happening to his body. His hole was stretched open around Kaito's shaft, the friction sending sparks of heat straight to his groin. It felt... good, so good. Even if he didn't want it, his body was reacting anyway, his erection bouncing as he was jostled about, his voice coming out in whimpers and moans."That's right, take it," Kaito groaned, and his fingers were digging painfully into Kokichi's waist. "You're mine, now. Your ass, your mouth, all of you is mine, got it? If I see you with another guy, I'll kill you both.""I-I'm not," Kokichi gasped, "I won't, I-I'm not, ah...!""Not what?" Kaito mocked, and his hands slid down, his thumbs hooking over Kokichi's hips. He yanked the smaller boy up into his thrusts, slamming against his prostate, and Kokichi moaned, his back arching. "Not gonna whore out your boyhole to anyone else?""Aah! N-no, no, I won't, I won't," he cried, his tears falling freely, "I'll, I'll be good, Momota-kun, I won't, so please, please...!""Please? Do you even know what you're asking for?" Kaito was panting above him, his dark eyes boring into Kokichi's own tear-filled ones. His face was flushed, the sweat trickling down his brow, and for some reason, he looked hungry, like a wild animal ready to devour its prey. "Are you begging me to stop or to keep going?"Kokichi opened his mouth to reply, but Kaito's voice cut him off. "Ahh, well, it doesn't matter, since I'm gonna fuck you until you break anyway, but you're so hard I doubt you'll last much longer. I'll, hah, make sure to fill you up real nice...!"And then he kept fucking him. Hard. Fast. Relentless. Kokichi's body shook and bounced as the other boy ravaged him, his hips slamming into Kokichi's bottom over and over again. The squelching sounds grew louder, wetter, as the lube dripped down Kokichi's ass and thighs, the liquid mixed with blood. Kokichi could hear himself, his squeals somehow more shrill by the minute, and he couldn't believe it. Was he really enjoying this? He shouldn't be, it was wrong, it was horrible, he'd been forced--"That's right, moan for me," Kaito hissed, and Kokichi yelped as his butt was squeezed, the flesh jiggling, and Kaito grunted, his face twisted with lust. "Fuck, you're so hot inside, so fucking tight, I can feel you sucking me in, it's better than a goddamn pussy..."Kaito began to ram into the tiny student with renewed vigor, and Kokichi cried out as his body was rocked, the toilet seat creaking and shuddering with the impact of Kaito's thrusts. He was still being raped, he still hated it, he still wanted to cry, but his penis was pulsing and oozing fluid, his entire body responding to Kaito's touch. It was terrifying, he wanted to run away, but he didn't know how to make it stop--"Waa, aah, n-no, no no, i-it, aahh--! M-Momoha-hyun, it feels, I feel weird, I--!"The heat was rising, his cock twitching, and his muscles were contracting, squeezing around Kaito's shaft, and his eyes were rolling back into his head. "P-please, no, I don't wanna cum, please, I don't wanna, not from this, I don't wanna..."Kaito's hands tightened around Kokichi's hips, his classmate groaning low in his throat as he picked up the pace. "I'm gonna make you cum, Ouma, you little slut, gh, fuck--"Kokichi sobbed, his body convulsing, and he clung to Kaito as the other boy pounded into him, his balls slapping heavily against his tender ass. "Nnh-hhn, Momota-kun, Momota-kuuun, aah, nnnhahh..."He couldn't control his voice, couldn't stop the noises coming from his throat, the wet moans and gasps and cries. His head was spinning, the pleasure building, his toes curling inside his school loafers, and the scalding heat was too much, it was going to burn him up, he was going to lose his mind--"Aahh, hh, hah, aaah, aaahhnnn!"He couldn't think anymore, couldn't stop himself from drooling down his chin. His cock was twitching, his body tightening like a bowstring as Kaito fucked him, his inner muscles pulsing and clamping around Kaito's shaft, his asshole sucking him in greedily. Then, like a rubber band snapping, Kokichi came with a shriek, his back arching, his cock spurting hot white liquid all over his stomach, stray droplets hitting his face.

"Hyaaaaaaahn!"
His vision went white. His body was alight with fire, his hips shaking as the most powerful orgasm of his young life rocked his body. He could feel Kaito's penis sliding through the convulsing passage, rubbing his insides, the sensation amplified tenfold, and it was like electricity, a live wire sparking and sizzling against his nerve endings. It was almost too much, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, and his tongue lolled out of his mouth as he panted, gasping for breath."Hnnnggh...!"Kaito kept using him throughout. He kept pounding into the small boy's body, using it to chase his own pleasure, and Kokichi could only lie limply against the toilet seat, his legs falling open, his entire body twitching and shuddering with aftershocks. Instead of causing pleasure, the special spot in his rear that had made his body writhe with ecstasy before was now too sensitive, every thrust and scrape against it too much to take."Nnh-aah, aah," he sobbed, "i-it's too much, please, nnh-hyaaah, aah, aah..."The sounds of their coupling were so filthy, echoing off the bathroom walls, but Kokichi was too far gone to even notice them, his ears ringing, his throat hoarse from crying. He could only focus on the sensations--on how tender and oversensitive he felt, how sore his butt was from the repeated thrusting, the way his abused hole still hugged Kaito's pistoning cock like it never wanted it to leave.The last round of slow, heavy pounds saw Kaito shoving Kokichi's knees past his ears, bending him in half, the angle making the man's length slip even deeper. Kokichi could do nothing but whine as the feeling of a cock kissing the back of his stomach made him go cross-eyed--and then, Kaito made a guttural noise in the back oh his throat, and came hard, the warmth quickly spreading inside of Kokichi's guts."Nnnnnn...!"The smaller boy keened as the thick seed gushed into him, filling him up to the brim. There was so much of it, Kokichi could feel it spurting into him, his insides hot and wet and full. Kokichi moaned at the sensation of being laden with cum, his small, twitching penis giving a few valiant spurts, dribbling over the slowly softening cock still buried inside him."Aaahh... hah, nnh..."It was so strange. It was like his mind had been melted, the gears no longer turning, and all he could do was lie there and pant.Kaito was breathing heavily too, his face half-buried in Kokichi's neck, the boy's nose pressed to his ear. Kokichi didn't have much of a mind to do anything else but lie there until the haze cleared, breathing in the strong scent of tobacco that clung to the boy slanted over him. It wasn't long until he noticed the weight of Kaito's body shifting against him, and then an entirely new sensation made him tense.Kokichi blinked his eyes open as he felt a strange warmth spreading through him. It was coming from his bottom, from where Kaito's cock was still lodged inside, and he could feel it seeping into him, spreading through his insides. "Wh-wh-what are you, doing..." he managed to gasp out, and Kaito lifted his head, his face still flushed with exertion, yet edged with a trace of sick amusement."Relax, it's just me taking a piss. It's not like it's gonna hurt you.""A... ah...?" Kokichi had no idea what he was talking about, but as the fluid kept trickling out of Kaito's cock and into his body, he finally understood. Kaito was... peeing inside him. He was peeing inside him. Kaito was relieving himself with Kokichi's body, the warm liquid filling him up, pooling around his insides, and he was too shocked to react.This... this was humiliating, degrading--and yet Kokichi could feel his spent cock twitching in response. It wasn't arousal, he knew, it couldn't be. He was too appalled, too disgusted, to be turned on by something like this. There was--no way. He was losing his mind, that's all it was, he had to get away--"Nn..!" He scrabbled at Kaito's shoulders, pushing weakly at him, and the other boy growled in annoyance."Quit moving." Kaito gripped his hips, holding him steady, and Kokichi felt the flow increase, the warmth flooding him entirely. "It's normal for a man to have to piss after he cums. So be good and take it until I'm done.""No, no," Kokichi gasped, tears falling silently, but Kaito ignored him, his eyes closed as he let his bladder empty. It seemed like an eternity before the stream finally tapered off, and Kokichi convulsed, feeling the liquid sloshing inside him, his stomach tight and bloated. He didn't have time to relax, however, as Kaito pulled out roughly, the head of his penis popping out with a wet noise, and Kokichi felt a gush of liquid rush out of his gaping hole and into the toilet bowl, splattering and splashing loudly.He was too stunned to react. He was virtually boneless, his insides raw and well-used. His body had been completely and utterly defiled, and he could still feel the weight of Kaito's seed inside him, along with the hot, stale urine.The clink of a belt buckle clicking had him sluggishly raising his eyes. Kaito was adjusting his uniform, straightening his pants and tucking his flaccid cock back into his underwear. Kokichi stared blankly at the taller boy as Kaito leaned forward and tucked a few bills into the pocket of Kokichi's blazer, which was bunched up at his sides."Still can't believe you'd do all this for just a few thousand yen... well, here's your money, kid. You better not tell anyone about this or else I'll make you regret it."Kokichi could only nod numbly in response. His entire body was quivering faintly, the shock and adrenaline fading from his system, leaving him hollowed-out. He was freezing cold all of a sudden, the sweat on his skin drying and goosebumps rising on his thighs.Kaito tossed his head back and yawned, hiking his jacket up and running a hand through his unruly hair. "Well, you failed this class. That was a really sloppy performance. Better luck next time, Ouma." His words were casual and conversational, like nothing had happened between them. "You're gonna need more lessons in the future." He looked down, his expression suddenly turning ice cold. "Don't even think about skipping.""Yes, sir," Kokichi whispered, his voice barely audible. Kaito made an indistinct yet irritated noise, and, unexpectedly, he knelt, snatching up Kokichi's pants and underwear from the floor and tossing them carelessly at the boy."Oi, moron, get dressed already. Don't let me catch you walking around half-naked," and then turned on his heel, the bathroom door swinging shut behind him as he left Kokichi alone.He couldn't move for a long moment after he was gone, staring at the floor tiles without seeing anything. He felt... different somehow, like his body didn't belong to him anymore. The smell of sex and sweat permeated the small room, the sounds of Kaito's retreating footsteps echoing in his ears. He could still feel the mix of cum and urine trickling out of his swollen hole, and knew he had to clean himself up and get out of there before students started streaming in for lunch break.Instead he hugged his clothes to himself, curling into a ball on the filthy toilet seat. Trying to collect his thoughts, his memories ...everything.Ah, he realized. Now even his clothes smelled like tobacco...***Kokichi couldn't find a reason to return to class after that. Instead, he found himself wandering through the crowded hallways and towards the front entrance. No one paid him any attention; to them, it was just another mind-numbingly boring day at school.Outside, the clear blue sky had started its slow fade into a hazy pinkish-purple. Kokichi raised his head to watch it change; even the first signs of oncoming darkness were better than that boring, uniform blue.