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“Ugh-!” Kylar gasps as Whitney, who was just walking by, abruptly turns and grasps Kylar’s hair, slamming him against the lockers.
“Hey, freak.” Whitney leans down to Kylar’s level. He whispers in his ear- “I hate even touching your greasy hair like this. You’re disgusting, you know that? I don’t get why my slut even hangs out with you. Don’t you forget, they like me.” He straightens up, smirking as Kylar glowers.
“D-don’t call them that!” Kylar tries pushing Whitney off, but he only stumbles a bit, pressing in even closer afterwards.
“Gods, do you even shower?” Whitney wrinkled his nose as other students turn to watch. “C’mon, guys. Let’s give this freak a bath.”
Whitney pulls Kylar along by his hair, Kylar reaching up, trying frantically to rip the fingers clenching onto his strands while not tripping over himself as he gets dragged. A group of students follow, eager to watch the scene unfolding.
With a bang, Whitney kicks open the door to the pool room. He walks straight to the deep end, pulling Kylar to a bending position over the water. “Take a good look,” he says. “See how filthy you are? You need to be cleansed.”
“Get off me-“ Kylar manages, before he’s shoved roughly into the pool. The cold water shocks him and he squeezes his eyes shut, clamping down his mouth to hold his breath. Water soaks his clothing as he tries to flail for the surface, coming up and then sinking again and again. Students burst out in giggles at the display.
“He’s so pathetic,” Whitney laughs. “Um, I don’t think he can swim..” another student says, concerned. Whitney frowns. “Who asked you?”
But as a minute passed, Kylar’s time under the surface of the water seemed to stretch longer and longer. “Fuck.” Whitney cursed. “Of course this useless loser can’t swim. What, does he skip all the swimming classes or something?”
Whitney strips his shirt off and dives into the water, grabbing at Kylar’s arm and reaching for the edge of the pool, climbing up the pool stairs while holding a limp Kylar in his one arm. As they make it to solid ground, Whitney drops Kylar to the floor and he collapses in a heap.
“Is he dead?” A student whispers as they gather around the body. “Seems like you’re really in trouble now, huh, Whitney?” another calls with barely disguised glee. “This could land you in prison, you know?”
Whitney’s head snaps up at that. “All of you. Get out. Now.” The students scramble away from his glare, whispering to each other as they leave and close the door behind them.
“Fuck..” Whitney mutters, kicking Kylar’s stomach. “You’re not actually dead, right?” The black haired boy shifts and rolls over, gasping and coughing out water. He glares up at Whitney in hatred, covering his mouth as he keeps coughing. Whitney sneers at the look. “Hey, I was the one who saved you. You should be grateful for my generosity.”
He bends down to Kylar’s level, meeting his hardened green eyes. “I even helped you wash all that stink away. See, you’re just a bit less of a loser now!”
“S-Shut up!!” Kylar screams hoarsely, pulling a knife from who knows where and lunging towards Whitney, who steps back in haste, catching Kylar’s arms. “Fucking freak, no wonder no one likes you!” Kylar starts to twist his arm out of Whitney’s grasp, and Whitney quickly jerks his arm into the palm of Kylar’s hand, knocking the knife away. With a crash, they land back on the floor, Whitney atop of Kylar’s small body.
Kylar tries kicking, but Whitney’s body holds him down. “Stop- fucking- fighting.” Whitney punches Kylar in the chest, twice, then clamps his hands around the smaller’s neck. Kylar scrabbles for freedom, prying at the firm fingers for the second time that day. “Ack- I c-can’t-“
Whitney presses his leg down onto Kylar’s crotch, watching as Kylar’s eyes roll back as he asphyxiates, tears starting to bead in his hazy eyes. Kylar goes limp in his arms, and he lets go, pressing the fresh new bruises around Kylar’s neck. “What a disgusting deviant,” Whitney mutters, feeling the hardness of Kylar’s cock against his leg. But now, looking down at Kylar, he could admit that he didn’t look so bad without that disgusting smell always surrounding him.
With a huff, Whitney unbuttons Kylar’s pants, raising an eyebrow at seeing the panties he was wearing. “Hah! What’s this, hmm?” He laughed, taking out his phone and snapping a picture before pulling down the panties, exposing Kylar’s lower half completely. “What a pathetic cock.” he comments, taking another picture.
Groaning, Whitney pushes his cock against the entrance of Kylar’s hole. Kylar twitches at this, rousing from his state of faintness. “What- what the FUCK!?” Kylar shrieks hysterically, pushing and kicking against Whitney’s body. “You!! How dare you, g-get away, get off me!”
Whitney catches Kylar’s thrashing arms, pinning them to the floor of the pool room. “You wanted this. I could feel you getting hard with that tiny little cock of yours. Admit it, you want me to fuck you, don’t you? This is more than you deserve, freak.”
“N-no, I would never! This place.. It’s reserved just for-“
“For who?” Whitney interrupts sharply. “For my slut? Do you really think they’ll lay with someone like you? Let me tell you this. I’ve already defiled them, and I’ll let you know that this teeny little thing of yours will never be enough to satisfy them.”
Whitney pushes his cock against Kylar’s unprepared entrance. “You’ll never, ever be able to pleasure them the way I do.” He pushes in.
Kylar screams, tears now flowing down his cheeks. “I-I’m- get off, you fucking disgusting-!” The sound of a slap rings across the natatorium, Whitney’s eyes gleaming in anger. “You’re the disgusting one, Kylar. Everyone at school knows what a fucking creep you are. Do you seriously think,” another slap- “that anyone would love someone like you?” Whitney starts thrusting into Kylar’s body, with no care for Kylar’s pathetic whining. “You’re so desperate.” Whitney laughs. “I can feel you rutting against me, you know? This is really all your fault. I know you enjoy this.”
“I-I don’t! Y-you sickening rapist-“
“Oh, I’m a rapist now? How funny, I seem to remember that it was you who grew hard first. Rape is too good for you. I doubt that anyone else would even want to hug, let alone have sex with you!”
Kylar groaned as Whitney fucked rougher, brutally ravaging him all over. He couldn’t help but keen as Whitney hit that sweet bundle of nerves inside him, unwanted pleasure coursing through his body. “Hah.” The bully spat, jackhammering into that exact spot, again and again and again. Moans spilled from Kylar’s lips, mouth dropping open as drool leaked out. “See? You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“N-no!” Kylar sobbed with each heavy thrust, eyes glazing as needy little noises escaped him. His hips jerked unconsciously, meeting Whitney’s cock and shoving it deeper into his insides. “I can’t believe I’m doing this with a freak like you.” Whitney bit out. “If I collared and leashed you to the lockers, do you think anyone would even try to fuck you? Or would they all think you’re too revolting?” Whitney’s pounding grew harsher, fucking the ever-loving shit out of Kylar’s hole, skin slapping against each other. Kylar’s hips were sure to be bruised tomorrow at the rate they were moving. With a high pitched cry, Kylar came, white strings of cum splattering over his own chest and Whitney’s chin. His hole spasmed, squeezing around the cock in his ass.
“You’re fucking disgusting.” Whitney growled as he fucked Kylar into overstimulation. “Fuck, fuck, stop it Whitney- please, just, ugh, stop!” Kylar began pleading, begging for an end. Whitney ignored him, slapping Kylar again across the face. “Don’t tell me what to do.” he glared. “You’re such a dirty little fuckhole,” Whitney purrs, his hips pushing in a final time before he ejects his cum into Kylar’s insides with a groan. Kylar twitches as he feels a deep flood of liquid spilling into him, dripping out as Whitney finally, finally removes his cock.
They sat in that position for a while, Kylar staring emptily at the ceiling. Whitney tched, getting up and tucking his cock back into his pants. He took a final photo of Kylar’s debaunched state, then pulled the boy’s pants up, even picking up Kylar’s knife and kicking it towards him before heading out of the pool room.