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Max had always been a curious guy. It tended to get him in trouble but that never stopped him. And today is no different. A few weeks ago he had bought a remote control vibrator to use on a date with some girl, but she bailed last minute so now he just has one. Like always, his curiosity got the best of him. He didn’t see a point in wasting it, he already bought it after all. He wants to use it and what better way than on himself? He drools the lube over the decently sized plug and painstakingly shoves it inside himself. His cock was already hard from that but he takes some time to cool off before putting on his clothes and tucking the remote into his pockets. He hops in his car and drives off to school, shifting uncomfortably on the plug. “This is definitely gonna be a pain in the ass.” He jokes to himself. He gets out of his car and looks around to see if anyone is nearby. He goes into his pocket and slides the controller on. His body jolts at the sudden movement inside him. “O-Oh fuck…” he quickly turns it off and chuckles, “This will be fun.” He strolls into school, saying hello to all his friends. He listens to them babble on about some stupid thing, a party or a show or something, but Max can't focus. He turns the toy on for a moment, nearly curling in on himself as he does. “Yo, Jägerman, are you alright?” Max just nods and rolls his eyes. “Duh, do I not look alright, Kyle?” The taller boy just stutters out an apology and goes back to talking with Jason. As the bell rings, Max walks off to class, making a big deal to Kyle about how alright he is. Once Max is out of sight the nerds all come free from their hiding spots. “What’s this?” Richie asks as he leans down, grabbing something pink off the floor. “Whatcha find Rich? We gotta get to class!” Ruth says, pushing the boy to keep walking. “Jeez jeez! I know! I just found a fidget toy or something.” Richie holds the toy in his hand. It had three buttons at the top and a sliding wheel. Nothing was labeled but it looked brand new. “People really need to start putting their names on shit.” He huffs to himself as he walks into first period. As the teacher rambles on Richie finds himself looking at the fidget toy. He rolls his thumb over the wheel, pushing it all the way up then all the way down over and over. In a different classroom, Max is fighting for his life. He’s gripping his desk so hard he's worried he might actually break it. He could have sworn he felt the remote in his pocket when he got to class, but clearly that’s not the case. He’s desperately trying to play it cool, to try and seem normal but with the way the vibe is going back and forth he can't even try to focus on anything. If it was just at the high maybe he could get used to it, but this is torture. He can see some of the other students staring at him but he chooses to ignore them. If he acknowledges them at all then they have reason to start rumors. This is normal, he’s definitely normal. As the bell rings the onslaught is done. The vibrations stop and Max has a moment to catch the breath he didn’t realize he was missing. He stumbles his way to his next class. He thinks about going to the bathroom to take this thing out, or even to jack off. But like before, his curiosity is getting the better of him. He sits down in his next class and shifts in his seat. “Max is looking rough… He looks like he saw a ghost.” Brenda whispers to Stacy. Max glares at her and she shuts up real quick. Richie gulps at the gaze. He knows it’s not directed towards him. At least not this time. Part of Richie wants to go ask Max what’s wrong. Richie has always been kind to a fault sometimes. He can be a real asshole to his friends but to strangers he’s always as kind as can be. And technically speaking he and Max are strangers, even if they’ve known each other for years. The teacher begins her lecture and Richie sees Max glaring around at the other people still. Something is wrong with him. Richie mindlessly starts to play with the fidget toy again as he stares at Max, but quickly he notices Max’s posture and expression change. It goes from angry and glaring to almost distressed. Richie watches as he fidgets before something clicks. He quickly hides the fidget toy under the desk and puts the wheel all the way down. He watches Max as he seems to calm down. And when Richie slides the wheel all the way up Max jolts and covers his mouth. Richie puts two and two together and turns the wheel down. “I-is this…” Richie bites his lip to stop himself from talking. He tries not to look at Max but he can see him glaring at everyone again. He doesn’t seem to know who has it. Richie looks down at the toy, now knowing the power he holds in his hands. Richie wants to hand the remote back to Max. Richie wants to keep hold of it and use it if only to see Max make that pathetic face one more time. Richie wants to leave it somewhere and pretend he never touched it, maybe someone else will find it and torture Max with it. Richie’s chest stings. Someone else using it? Is that what Max was going to use this for? Richie feels jealousy build inside him. He’s had a crush on Max for a while now. Peter and Ruth would make fun of him for it. ‘How do you get off on being bullied like that?’ Ruth would tease. ‘You know he doesn’t care about you, right?’ Pete would huff. This was the closest to Max that Richie has ever felt. He squeezes the remote in his hand and looks over to max as he turns the vibe up slightly. He watches as Max’s face contorts, he’s failing to hide it behind his hands. Richie decides right then, this is his right. He deserves to do this, Max has always picked on Richie more than anyone else. Call this payback, desperation, he doesn’t care. He is going to have his fun with Max, even if Max doesn’t know who's doing it. The bell rings and Richie watches as Max looks around nervously. Last period Richie turned it off once it was passing period. Not this time. Richie turns it up to about half way and Max leans into his desk, muttering something under his breath. As he tries to stand up Richie puts the vibe all the way up. “F-Fu-” Max covers his mouth quickly, glaring around the room. There were still a few people chatting so Richie felt safe that he wouldn’t be found out. Richie looks to see Max’s hand covering his crotch. Richie feels his own cock starting to harden but he chooses to ignore it, he has much more self restraint than people think he does. He turns the vibe off and relishes in the way Max slumps, though frustratingly. Max quickly grabs his things and rushes out of the room. Richie follows and stares at him. Is he going to go take it out? Would he do that? Richie turns the vibe all the way up again and gasps with the rest of the students walking the halls as Max quickly crumbles to the floor. “Jägerman!” Coach Houston rushes to him and Richie turns the vibe off. “I’m fine!” Max snaps back. His breath was heavy and his body was shaking. Max almost came from that. He doesn’t know who has the remote and he doesn’t care at this point. He wants this thing out of him. At least part of him does. The other part wants to go sit in his next class and hope, pray even, that this rando lets him cum at last. Mr.Houston helps Max up, though Max was arguing about it the whole time. “Max, you don’t look good. You should head to the nurse.” Mr.Houston looks around as the bell rings. “Does anyone wanna help Mr.Jägerman to the nurse? I’ll write a note for your teacher.” Everyone seems to try and escape from the idea. Richie realizes the potential of the situation and runs up quickly. “I-I will! I had history with Max anyways!” Coach Houston thanks Richie and writes a note before walking off. Richie holds onto Max softly as the taller boy tries to regain his composure. “L-Let go of me, freak.” Max tries to push away but with Richie’s free hand he turns on the vibe just a little. Max’s knees wobble but Richie manages to hold him up. Softly walking him towards the nurse. “Max please, just let me get you to the nurse, okay?” He huffs something about not needing help and Richie turns the vibe up, grinning as Max lets out a pathetic whimper. Max grips onto Richie’s arm, breathing heavily as his body shakes. Richie can see the desperation on his face… so he turns the vibe off again. Max doesn’t even bother to hide the whine he lets out. He was almost in tears as he holds onto Richie for stability, a painfully obvious stain on his jeans. Richie smirks as he looks down at Max’s crotch. “Max… Are you hard right now?” “Oh f-fuck off Shitlipz. Just leave me-” Richie turns the vibe on the highest setting for a moment and Max lets out a choked sob. “Let me get you somewhere to… deal with that.” Max just nods as Richie practically drags him into the nearest bathroom. He helps Max into a stall and Max slumps onto the floor, not caring about how filthy the floor of a highschool mens bathroom must be. Max looks up at Richie, his eyes glazed over. “F-Fuck off Shitlipz, I don’t exactly l-like being stared at like that.” Richie pulls the remote out of his pocket and dangles it in front of Max, watching as the boy's eyes go wide in a mixture of confusion, fear, and arousal. “I beg to differ. You were the one who wore this shit at school.” Max tries to reach for it when Richie flicks it all the way up. Max jolts and moans loudly, his body trembling as he gets closer to his peak. “Consider this payback for all the flick it tickets.” Max’s moans stutter and his hips buck into the air only for the vibe to be shut off. “N-NO! No no no no! F-Fuck please please! I-I was almost fucking there!” Max starts to cry. Big, ugly tears streaming down his face. “I don’t think so. What do I get out of this?” Richie sits down on the toilet lid, thankful his school has lids to begin with. Max shakily reaches for the remote but Richie is much faster right now. “Nuh uh. The more times you try, the longer I’ll leave you blue balled.” Max curses Richie under his breath but looks at him. “What do you want, fuck-nugget?” Richie smirks and stares down at Max. “Get undressed. I want to finally get a good look at you without being scared you’ll hit me. Do you know how hard it is not to stare at you in the showers after practice?” Max’s face is flushed as he carefully takes off his clothes, he wants to cover himself up but part of him knows how hard this is making him. Max would never admit it but he’s loving every second of this. Sure he would have preferred someone like Stacy, hell even Kyle. Max isn’t afraid to admit he’s bisexual. But Richie? This is the last person he thought would try this. He’s thought about it once or twice, those were the most shameful jerks of his life, but every time it was him creaming the nerd. Never Richie having any power. This felt so wrong and yet so, so right. Max sits on his haunches, the dirty tiled floor digging into his knees but he doesn’t care. His cock is so painfully hard all he wants is some way to relieve the pain. Richie turns the vibe on the lowest setting and watches as Max moans and squirms, then shuts it off again. “You’re so pretty when you’re crying.” Richie coos out. Max had forgotten he was crying. He huffs and wipes the tears away. “L-Let’s just get this over with…” Richie holds his chin and makes him look up at him. “Don’t say that like you’re disappointed, isn’t this what you wanted?” Max just bites his tongue. Maybe if he behaves he’ll get to cum. Richie holds his face in one of his hands, his heart racing. This is the first time Richie has gotten to touch Max of his own volition. Richie feels his cock growing and at this point he doesn’t want to wait anymore. “I want you to blow me Max. If you do good I’ll let you cum.” Max glares up at Richie. “Yeah fucking right. No way I-I’m doing that.” Richie’s love struck eyes go dark for a moment as he turns the vibe all the way up. “F-Fuck!” Max’s hips jolt as he moans loudly. Richie watches as he pulls his cock out. He uses his free hand to grip Max’s hair and tugs him close, pushing his cock into Max’s gaping mouth. The second Max’s lips wrap around Richie’s tip the vibe turns off. Max tries to pull away but Richie holds him in place by his hair, admiring the way Max’s cock jumps and jolts, practically spilling precum. “Suck me off, Jägerman. C’mon, with how hard you are from being treated like a whore, y’know you want to.” Max glares up at him but he can’t even try to deny it. “Good, now get at it.” Richie turns the vibe on the lowest setting and presses one of the buttons, watching as the vibe starts and stops. Max whimpers against Richie’s cock but starts to bob his head. This isn’t the first time Max has sucked a guy off, just usually it’s under his own terms not the other way around. Max’s body jolts at every sudden pulse of the plug in his ass. He closes his eyes, savoring the weighty feeling on his tongue. Max thinks about trying to grab the remote from Richie while he’s distracted but he really doesn’t want this to end. He wants to cum but he doesn’t want this interaction to end. “F-Fuck… You’re good at this, Max.” Richie groans softly. Max opens his eyes and looks up to be met with a phone camera. Fear plasters over his face and he quickly tries to pull away but Richie holds him in place yet again. “What? I need collateral so you can't bully me anymore.” Richie turns the vibe up a little and groans as whimpers around his cock. Richie keeps hold of Max's head as he sends the video to his groupchat with the others. Very quickly Peter, Ruth, and Steph. Grace used to be in it but after the last time Peter and Steph flirted there she left and refuses to join back. “Is this AI? It has to be right?” Peter texts quickly. “No! That’s Richie’s hand! I know my bestie's hands! Oh my god!” Ruth sends a bunch of gifs that Richie doesn't look at. “Where the fuck are you? I just know Jägerman would die if we showed up!” Steph asks with a crying laughing emoji. Richie groans as Max takes him fully into his throat. “F-Fuck… A-Are you jealous I’m on my phone instead of play-Fuck…. Playing with you?” Max’s face gets darker but he just ignores the question. Richie quickly tells the group where he is then tosses his phone, not caring if it breaks. He holds onto Max’s head and whimpers softly. “Oh god…” Richie turns the vibe up a bit more, still on the pulse setting. He’s shocked Max hasn’t cum yet. This much torment would surely have made Richie explode and then some. “M-Max I can’t-” “Holy shit it’s real!?” Pete shouts from outside the stall. Max goes to jolt away yet again, neither had noticed that the stall door opened, but Richie clings to him as he orgasms, sending ropes of white down Max’s throat. The larger boy just drinks it hungrily, shamefully rubbing his cock against Richie’s shoes. The pulse plus the cum dripping down his chin is going to send him into insanity. Richie slowly pulls Max’s head off his cock, the boy on his knees letting out a pathetic whimper. “F-Fuck…” Richie turns to his friends, blushing darkly, “J-Just in time for the show.” He wiggles the remote in front of Max and nods. “Beg for it, slut.” If it weren’t for the breathy voice and shaking hands, Richie would have been intimidating. Ruth and Steph are trying to hold back laughter while Pete stares on in horror. Richie is surprised Ruth isn’t on the floor finger fucking herself already. Max looks to Richie’s friends and whimpers up at the boy. “I-I’m not gonna do that in front of-” The vibe turns off and Richie pulls his shoe away from Max’s aching cock. “Then you dont cum.” His eyes go wide and he looks back and forth from the people laughing and staring at him to the boy holding his orgasm in his hands. “I-I… P-Please! Fuck Please Shitlipz I-I need to cum! Fuck I-I need it so bad you cant keep fucking e-edging me like this, fucking christ please!” Richie coos over him and shakes his head. “Make him say it nicely!” Ruth groans out, her hands wondering too much on her body for Pete’s liking. Richie smirks down at Max and nods. “You heard her. Ask nicely, a good whore asks politely.” Steph can't hold back her laughter. “P-Please Richie? P-Please let me cum? I need to cum so fu- s-so very bad! I promise I’ll be good a-and leave you alone. So please? Please I-It’s been hours!” Ruth groans as she drops to the floor. “Hours!? You’ve had him here for hours!? I wish someone would kidnap me and-” “Jesus Christ Ruth!” Pete turns away as the girl starts to palm at herself through her jeans. Steph just laughs and wraps her arms around Pete’s waist. “I haven’t been in here with him for hours! He dropped the remote and I’ve been messing with him, then after second period I dragged him here.” Steph and Pete stare at him, everyone ignoring Ruth mumbling to herself and Max whimpering to cum still. “Richie, it's after lunch. It has been hours.” Richie goes red. Did he really not notice? He almost feels bad for Max. Almost. “R-Richie… Please? Please?” Richie can’t deny him anymore. “It’s okay baby, go ahead. Cum for me.” Richie turns the vibe all the way up and turns the pulse off, Max moans loudly. He humps Richies sneaker uncomfortably, surely that'll leave a burn but he doesn't care right now. Max cries as he finally cums, shooting his spend all over Richie’s sneakers. “O-Oh finally! T-Thank you! Thank you thank you th-thank you!” Richie smirks down at him and keeps the vibe on nice and high. “Clean up your mess.” Max whimpers at the overwhelming pleasure, not even questioning as he leans down to lick it up. “Oh my god he's actually doing it!” Steph laughs out, taking at least a dozen photos. Ruth whines and crawls towards Max and Richie. “My turn with him Rich! You’ve had him long enough!” Richie pulls maxx away from her with a scowl.“Look at him all you want but you can’t touch him. He’s mine.” Max’s face goes red as he whimpers. “Yours…?” Max felt like he might cry. No one has ever wanted more than sex from him. “Yes, you’re mine now. No more sleeping around, I can’t stand it! I took what’s mine today and I’m not letting go. You owe it to me for all the years of bullying.” Max smiles, a big, dopey, lovestruck grin. “Yes sir.”