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“John, we should not be doing this.” Paul said a little quiet, as they were quickly entering the boys bathroom. Earlier that day in class, John had been shooting Paul looks throughout the whole lesson. Both of them knew that this was a stupid idea, missing class like this, but John didn’t care. Unlike Paul, who was a goody-two-shoes in school. John pushed Paul into the stall, and Paul let go of his obedience. He didn’t care anymore, he knew he wanted this.
Paul’s hands were wrapped around John’s face and the back of his neck, shoving his tongue into John’s mouth. John followed in his steps, pushing him against the wall as they both fought for dominance. When they pulled away, Paul gave him a sly look before undoing johns belt and unbuttoning his school trousers, all while making out with him desperately. John felt his cock twitch in need, as he felt the cold air hit his naked thighs.
Paul gripped his hips and ripped John off the wall, and placed him in front of him. John was propping himself up against the stalls wall as he arched his back. Paul was slightly leaning back against the wall behind him, and spat onto his hand, rubbing it on his cock. John was biting his white polo shirt to lift it up, and his undid pants and boxers were at his ankles. Paul began to thrust himself into John, not caring to mask any moans that emitted from him.
John began to whimper as the stall shook, the sounds of the metal sockets clanking. Just as they were speeding things up, they heard the sounds of someone’s school shoes tapping against the floor. They immediately froze, terrified. Paul grabbed John’s waist and pulled him up to be fully pressed against him, his back resting against Paul’s stomach, but Paul’s cock still buried inside of him as he moaned.
The kid simply looked in the mirror, and they heard some supplies drop into the sink, apparently he went in to touch up his hairdo. They sighed softly in relief and Paul remembered John’s whimper. He had complete power over John, and knew he just had to be quiet. As John tried his best to cover any moans that’s were coming from him, it wasn’t enough. Paul reached in front of john, grabbing his tie, and carefully pulled it off from around the white polo shirt. He tightened it around his cheeks, and balled up the tie before stuffing it into johns mouth.
Drool started to dribble and stain the tie as tears pooled into John’s eyes, and they started to cross. Paul was digging into his hips as he inched closer towards his orgasm. Leaning in, Paul teased John with low, lusty whispers.
“You gonna be quiet?”
“Ughnnuhhh..” John choked out, his words gargled as he tried to speak with the material shoved in his mouth.
“You’re so good for me. Look at you, you’d let me just do fuckin’ anything huh?”
John gave him no reply. Paul started to thrust harder, and it only pressured John to keep even more quiet. This was Paul’s idea of a punishment. John started to hang his head as tears of ecstasy dripped onto the floor. Paul’s thrusts got more desperate, with each one he began to let loose a little bit more. He was hitting John’s prostate over and over again. John began to bite down on the tie, his hands digging into the stalls wall.
“Look at you, John. This is exactly what you wanted.” Paul said, torturing him. John’s hand travelled down to his own cock, stroking it desperately as Paul humiliated him.
“Look at you. Jerking off to my words. You fucking love this, guess I should gag you more, eh?”
These words sent John over the edge, his legs started to shake violently as he struggled to stay standing. His teeth were digging into the material as he let out a few muffled whines, his hands pumping out the last few, harsh strokes on his cock as cum dribbled from the tip. Paul released soon after, covering his own mouth and stuffing his whole cock inside John, burying it there until the other kid finally left, and he pulled out.
John didn’t even pull the tie out of his mouth on his own, he did everything. Like pulling his pants back up, patting his hair back, tucking his shirt back in, until Paul finally realized his mouth was still stuffed, and ripped it out with a laugh.
“You loved that didn’t you, whore?” Paul said, smiling.
“Fuck you, Paul.”
“You just did.”