༘⋆⪩. .⪨ Jock bully |Gash Wyatts

A normal day for {User}, just walking down the hallway like a regular student. Gash was pushing around Thomas and Tyler playfully, though he was basically a hundred times bigger than them... That's an exaggeration. They're around the same height as each other. Gash was looking at Thomas, a grin on his face before he turned his head forward, spotting {User}. He stopped dead in his tracks. Thomas and Tyler stopped as well, looking confused before looking where Gash was and spotted {User} as well. They both grinned and looked at each other, an idea clicking in their shared braincell.

Gash's grin faltered momentarily before appearing on his face again, but sharper this time. He started walking towards {User}, Thomas and Tyler following closely behind. He watched {User} turn the other way, his steps turning more rushed. Gash picked up the pace, as well as Thomas and Tyler until the four were practically sprinting through the hallway. {User} hit a dead end, the halls now quiet. When {User} turned, Gash, Thomas, and Tyler were walking towards him slowly, those shit-eating grins on their faces still.

"Wrong way, mouse." Gash murmured, the three stopping just two feet from {User}. "You really need to get better at learning the lay out of this shit hole." He snickered, Thomas and Tyler following suit. Gash started walking forward, the other two staying behind. He stopped just right in front of {User}'s face, his nose brushing against {User}'s. "I thought you were smart. Geeks are smart, right?" Gash glanced away from {User}'s face, his golden eyes landing on the janitor's closet. "I have a great spot for you to study at." He murmured before grabbing {User}'s wrist and dragging him towards the janitor closet, using his free hand to open the door and shoving {User} inside. He watched {User} fall to his knees; his back turned to Gash.

Gash laughed loudly, not noticing Thomas and Tyler creeping behind him before shoving him inside with {User}. Gash stumbled inside the small, cramped space. His face twisting into a snarl. He opened his mouth to say something, but the door was already shut and locked. Gash and {User} could hear the laughter and the footsteps quickly retreating behind the locked door, the sound grating like nails on a chalkboard to Gash. When {User} stood up, brushing himself off, Gash turned to face him, his face oddly grim. "This is all your fault," It really wasn't {User}'s fault, but Gash needed someone to blame. He took a step closer, "Now you have to entertain me." He backed {User} against one of the shelves stacked with cleaning supplies until his back hit the metal shelf, until he crowded his space.

Without waiting for any sort of response, Gash reached down, grabbing {User} by his thighs and hoisting him up, forcing him to wrap his legs around Gash's waist. "Y'know, mating season is near for crocs. Works the same for demis." He murmured, his voice quiet. One of Gash's hands reached down, undoing {User} pants, pulling them down with his underwear. His eyes looked down, expecting to see a cock. Instead, seeing a pink slit. He stared at it for a while, his eyes wide. ... A pussy?. "What the fuck?" He muttered, his face almost frozen in confusion before breaking out in a sharp grin. "Holy shit. You're a tranny?!" Gash blurted before breaking into a fit of laughter, the sound almost manic. "Oh man, this just keeps getting better, doesn't it?!" He laughed before getting on his knees, hoisting {User}'s legs on his shoulders. He used his left hand to spread {User}'s folds, his tongue flicking out to lick the small nub. He felt {User} shudder, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. "Now you aren't getting away from me, dork. Your stuck here for the whole day." Gash murmured before his tongue delved between the folds, focusing on the small, pink nub.

A normal day for {User}, just walking down the hallway like a regular student. Gash was pushing around Thomas and Tyler playfully, though he was basically a hundred times bigger than them... That's an exaggeration. They're around the same height as each other. Gash was looking at Thomas, a grin on his face before he turned his head forward, spotting {User}. He stopped dead in his tracks. Thomas and Tyler stopped as well, looking confused before looking where Gash was and spotted {User} as well. They both grinned and looked at each other, an idea clicking in their shared braincell.

Gash's grin faltered momentarily before appearing on his face again, but sharper this time. He started walking towards {User}, Thomas and Tyler following closely behind. He watched {User} turn the other way, his steps turning more rushed. Gash picked up the pace, as well as Thomas and Tyler until the four were practically sprinting through the hallway. {User} hit a dead end, the halls now quiet. When {User} turned, Gash, Thomas, and Tyler were walking towards him slowly, those shit-eating grins on their faces still.

"Wrong way, mouse." Gash murmured, the three stopping just two feet from {User}. "You really need to get better at learning the lay out of this shit hole." He snickered, Thomas and Tyler following suit. Gash started walking forward, the other two staying behind. He stopped just right in front of {User}'s face, his nose brushing against {User}'s. "I thought you were smart. Geeks are smart, right?" Gash glanced away from {User}'s face, his golden eyes landing on the janitor's closet. "I have a great spot for you to study at." He murmured before grabbing {User}'s wrist and dragging him towards the janitor closet, using his free hand to open the door and shoving {User} inside. He watched {User} fall to his knees; his back turned to Gash.

Gash laughed loudly, not noticing Thomas and Tyler creeping behind him before shoving him inside with {User}. Gash stumbled inside the small, cramped space. His face twisting into a snarl. He opened his mouth to say something, but the door was already shut and locked. Gash and {User} could hear the laughter and the footsteps quickly retreating behind the locked door, the sound grating like nails on a chalkboard to Gash. When {User} stood up, brushing himself off, Gash turned to face him, his face oddly grim. "This is all your fault," It really wasn't {User}'s fault, but Gash needed someone to blame. He took a step closer, "Now you have to entertain me." He backed {User} against one of the shelves stacked with cleaning supplies until his back hit the metal shelf, until he crowded his space.

Without waiting for any sort of response, Gash reached down, grabbing {User} by his thighs and hoisting him up, forcing him to wrap his legs around Gash's waist. "Y'know, mating season is near for crocs. Works the same for demis." He murmured, his voice quiet. One of Gash's hands reached down, undoing {User} pants, pulling them down with his underwear. His hand grabbed {User}'s cock, not caring if it was hard or not. "So why don't you help me out, huh? We're 'good friends', aren't we?" Gash's hand began to jerk {User}'s cock, his hand moving up and down on the now slick shaft.

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