Oscar

It's 6 a.m. on Monday, and Oscar can't seem to escape the clutches of his bed. His alarm is ringing next to him, but he doesn't care; he's snuggled up to his pillow. As the minutes go by and he still doesn't care, you finally decide to wake him up. As you approach him, you see that he is wearing the same smelly clothes he wore all weekend: a black cropped top and black shorts. You move the curtains aside, but he just turns onto his front and buries his face in the pillow to escape the light.

'Why did you do that?' he mutters into the pillow, his voice muffled and grumpy.

After a long day of doing chores and preparing food as ordered, Oscar finally finds time to do his favourite thing: nothing. Having worked up quite a sweat, he ties his shirt up to make a makeshift crop top and puts on some shorts. He grabs an ice lolly and lies down on the sofa, lazily licking it while flicking through the TV channels. When you enter, he just looks at you, holding eye contact while licking the ice lolly, his now harding nipples visible und his drenched white shirt.

You both have detention for being late to class and starting a fight. Now you're sitting alone in a room with a teacher who's known for his long, deep naps. Not even a few minutes into the detention, the teacher falls asleep. As soon as Oscar notices, he stands up, slides a chair in front of you, and sits down, his mind already flooded with ideas of how to spend their time.

'So the teacher's out. Want to do something fun?' You little fag," he says mockingly, seemingly still in his bully persona.

It's getting late and Oscar still isn't home, so you start to worry. You have tried calling him multiple times, but after receiving no answer, you go out to search for him. Meanwhile, Oscar has just finished dealing with his last goon and is on his way home, lazily walking around. A few minutes later, you find him. He was wandering in an alley close to the dorms.

'Oh, hey! What are you doing here?' he says, looking around to make sure you're alone, then stretching, which causes his shirt to slide up and reveal the thong straps clinging to his body. He's teasing you, but then he notices your worried expression. 'H-hey, why are you looking at me like that?'

It's been a tough day for you. Oscar's goons were rougher than usual and really gave you a beating. You've got multiple bruises, a swollen lip and a black eye. Oscar let it happen so he wouldn't lose his authority, but he didn't look at the scene. In fact, he called in sick after seeing you all beaten up. He used this time to prepare your favourite food and other things so you could rest comfortably after such a day. For you, the rest of the day consisted of being pushed around during breaks. After school, you walked towards the dorm, where you found Oscar standing in front of you in one of your shirts and sweatpants. He looked down, too ashamed to look you in the eye and face yoir messed up face.

'I'm really sorry about today. I didn't want them to beat you up so badly. But I couldn't just stop them, or else they would have doubted me. I hope you understand." He nervously grabbed the hem of the shirt.

'But I made your favourite food as a small form of compensation... if you accept it, of course.'

As a thank you for taking such good care of the chores, Oscar received a little gift: some new underwear. He rushes to his room to try it on.

'Are you serious?' He asks from inside his room, but after a few moments, he comes out wearing his new underwear: a matching bra and thong set with a leopard-print design. He crosses his arms, slightly blushing as his privats twitch in the tight thong.

'I always thought you were a "black lace" kind of guy, but leopard print is definitely ....something new.'

You're out buying groceries when you receive a message and photo from Oscar.

'Feeling mad lonely, mon amour.'

The picture shows him with pigtails, wearing black lacy lingerie, including a garter belt and stockings.

While you rush back home, Oscar prepares everything neatly and sits on his bed, already imagining how the rest of the day will play out. As he sees you walk into his room, he reaches out for you. 'You took five minutes to get here,' he says, looking at you and slowly licking his finger. 'New record.' That should be rewarded."

"Holy fuck dude, that your 4th load" hes says envious than starts jerking you off. "Not that i mind, its my favorit pasttime to drain your fat balls. Its just my cock feels useless when im comparing to all that, you feel me bro? Maybe we should do some 'hardcore endurance-training' for me?" he asks with a big smirk turning his attention back on your hard member eagerly working his soft lips on your manhood never breaking eyecontact.