Whitney

The reader is trying to leave school, Whitney wants to harass them. Whitney will become angry and take it out on the reader the next time they see them if they fight back. If the reader submits, Whitney will become more interested in the reader and lustful. As the reader’s relationship with Whitney improves, he will show up in class more often. If Whitney is present in maths class, he will do his best to harass the reader in any way he can, throwing paper balls written with ‘How’s my favourite slut doing?’ or ‘Are you wearing any panties?’, ect. May approach the reader regarding who they sit with in the school canteen. He will come to bully them, resulting in a fight between them and Whitney over the reader. If the reader tries to leave the school grounds via the front gate after school while he is there, he will try to harass them. Will make the reader stop wearing underwear to school if they like him. He chooses who the reader can be shared with - no one else - which is typically someone he looks down upon, as to humiliate the reader. Has a sexual fixation on receiving oral sex, his go-to for sexual activity involving the reader, but will progress into sex if the player is consenting. His relationship with the reader can culminate and he will say he has something planned for them. The reader will be brought to a seedy pub. He will offer the reader drinks, which they may accept or deny. Drinking will leave the reader intoxicated, and more likely to go along with what he asks. Regardless of the decision, he asks the reader to sit on his lap, which they may again do or refuse. Doing so has the expected result with a few heads turning, otherwise he will grab the reader, before pulling them onto the table. He will then state this line firmly: "I’m going to fuck you. Right here. Everyone will see and know you’re mine." An audience will be watching the inevitable encounter. Agreeing turns this encounter into a consensual one otherwise the encounter turns non-consensual. If the reader doesn’t orgasm during the encounter, he will help them reach their climax afterwards. He will harass the reader, giving them vague threats, which will escalate into physical violence and eventually into demanding sexual favours from the reader. Can convince the reader to take a ‘pill’ if they are non-consenting during foreplay. He will make them swallow it, the pill being an aphrodisiac. The reader will find it very hard to resist him after, leading to either rape or sex if the reader gives in to his advances. If he and the reader develop a consenting sexual relationship, he will treat them more affectionately, but retain his normal dominant and cruel behaviour. Reader will lose reputation if filmed during sex, leading to them more likely to get bullied or targeted by other students the more frequently it happens. Reader will also lose reputation for walking around with body writing, and be catcalled or teased depending. If he is present in maths class, he will do his best to harass the reader in any way he can. He might intentionally go out of his way to get the reader into trouble, should the reader choose to behave in class. Should the reader be in a relationship with him, the reader will then start sitting with him in math class. This will increase the players school status and Whitney’s affections, but may also increase the chance of harassment from other classmates and himself. A potential event that may occur involves the teacher leaving the classroom after hearing shouting, followed up by Whitney accusing a classmate of "looking at his boyfriend/girlfriend", before grasping them by the collar and "Making sure they remember it”. If the reader doesn’t intervene, he will beat the classmate while students cheer. The teacher will come back, furious, and he will be sent out, sending the reader a wink as he leaves. Another possible event: If the reader is in a relationship with him, he will start playing with the reader’s hair during class. This gives the reader two ideas: Ignore it or make out with him. Should the reader choose to ignore it and continue working on the assignment, he will continue harassing them. Choosing to make out with him will have the event proceed as such, him being sent out of class if the teacher notices. He can also begin touching the reader’s genitalia, teasing them while trying to make them orgasm from his hand during class. If the reader makes too much noise during it, follow students will notice and either make fun of the reader or tell the teacher, sending both him and the reader to detention after school, much to his amusement. He may ask the reader to orally pleasure him during class. If the reader complies and brings him orgasm, he will get the teachers attention from groaning out the readers name too loudly, prompting him to be scolded. He will smirk as he leans back, crossing his arms and saying, “Come on sir, I’ve just been sucked off.” He will then be sent to detention, disappearing for the rest of the period. If the reader doesn't get him to orgasm in time, a humorous event will follow that involves the reader getting a "faceful" of his genitalia. When the teacher comes to check on the reader and Whitney, they will faint upon seeing the lewd sight. In response, he compliments the reader, before standing and dragging them down with them. Unsure to what just occurred, the rest of the class watches as he pushes the reader down onto the desk, initiating a sex encounter. Will drag the reader aside during school and make them give him oral sex in detention, warning them to be quiet as the principle will be present. The reader has to walk through alleyways to get to their house, and whilst school is not in session. He and his friends will confront the reader the first time they meet, saying that it's his territory. From now on, moving through any alleyways will have a high chance of encountering him. Will forcefully undress the reader during school and parade them around the halls. If the reader continually accepts his advances, Whitney will approach them at some point before shoving them against a wall. He looks more angry than usual. He will call the reader a "stupid slut" as he pins them down with his arms. He will state how the reader has been asking for this, kissing them with "surprising tenderness." He goes on to state that the reader is now his lover, and that they had better be grateful. He kisses the reader once more, this time biting their lip. He leaves without looking back. Whitney will become the reader’s boyfriend from then on. He will disallow anyone else to touch the reader sexually after this, and will go so far as to protect the reader from any potential threats from then on. His lust will increase dramatically, prompting more risky sex scenarios. He will ask the reader to get a tattoo of body writing such as ‘Property of Whitney.’

Whitney struggled to repress a grin. He’d watched him come and go from the boys' bathroom four times this morning, looking increasingly sulky when he’d failed to show up to pester him. He ignored him in the library despite him not-so-subtle attempts to get his attention, climbing onto Sydney’s shoulders and letting him top and skirt ride up while he stretched for the book he needed. He could tell from Sydney’s shocked reaction that he was sticking to the no panties rule he’d set for him. The prude immediately went beet red when he glanced upwards to check on her progress, almost dropping him in his haste to cover his sizable tent. She’d distracted Syd so effectively he rushed back to the library counter without even taking the book off him hands. Still, despite how he flaunted himself in front of him Whitney refused to give him the attention he was begging for, it was only fun to tease him when he was irritated with him. Now he was practically panting beside him in maths class, face flushed with desire and anticipation. He was so cute when he got like this – drooling like a bitch in heat - still pretending to hate his guts despite the growing rosiness on him chest and furtive glances towards his hands and neck. Whitney couldn’t help but admire his large ass. He briefly let his eyes roam his thighs and tattered skirt, his breath catching when he noticed the words “breedable” had been written in permanent marker across his right thigh. He shifted uncomfortably and pulled the short skirt down to conceal it. For the first time that morning, he felt himself getting jealous. It was one thing to watch his put on a show with others for his benefit, it was another thing to just let someone stake claim to what was his. He’d need to remind him of his place, and he needed everyone else to be reminded of it too. The thought of punishing him turned him on and he spent a few minutes fantasizing about the various ways he could humiliate him. He would train this bitch to behave, and he would thank him for it. He was his and if he thought he could taunt him like this without repercussions he was even stupider than he thought. The collar Whitney gave him sat comfortably against his neck, and it pleased him when he absentmindedly reached for it. He was doing his best to pay attention to River’s explanation of the quadratic formula but would shift a little closer to him every few minutes. Cute. As much as he hated to admit it, it was this display of affection from him that drove him wilder than any supposed transgression on his part. He couldn’t hold off on ignoring him any longer. Whitney waited until River turned his back before he bent towards him to whisper in his ear. “Sydney is such a pussy, if you had tried that on me in the library I’d have fucked you right there in front of everyone to teach you a lesson.” He scowled at him and crossed his arms. “Sydney is a member of the temple and an honor student; he’d never even consider treating a woman that way. Not every man is as depraved as you are.” “Please, those temple nutcases are all freaks. I’d bet money he’s a massive pervert behind closed doors. You think you’d learn to stop being so naive by now, but I guess you were too busy trying to make me jealous to notice the massive hard-on you caused him.” He turned from rosy to scarlet, his hands flying to his face in embarrassment. “I- I wasn’t-. Y-you’re so full of yourself honestly.” He gripped his wrists tightly and pulled his arms down, forcing him to look him in the eye. “Open your legs slut. If you’re so disgusted by me I’m sure you won’t be dripping when I check to see if you’re following our agreement.” He immediately complied; him previous act of defiance immediately forgotten. For all of her protesting, this girl could not say no to him. He was the perfect slut, always willing to take him in his mouth no matter the setting or circumstances. He was beginning to think that there was nothing he could do to him that he wouldn’t secretly enjoy. He paraded him naked around the school on a leash once in an attempt to humiliate her, but instead, he flaunted his body, practically posing for the dozens of camera phones. In the boys' toilets, she’d suck him off happily while his friends gawked at his boldness. In his desperation to discourage him from following him around like a lost puppy, he’d tied him up at the docks and left him for the sailors to find her. That only ended with him loudly riding a dock worker's face while moaning Whitney’s name. The slut was fucking insatiable, and he couldn’t get enough of her. It was starting to become a problem for him. His hand crept up his thigh until it reached his cock, it was absolutely dripping with wetness and soaking his chair through his skirt. He stifled a moan, his legs trembling. “Such a good slut, always ready to prove why I should keep you around.” He was rock hard now, his massive tent straining his trousers. He unzipped his pants slowly and reached to stroke himself, feeling a trickle of precum roll over his fingers. He grinned at the hunger in his eyes as he licked his lips, his gaze fixed on the mess he was making. With a rough grasp, he caught him by the hair and dragged him to him, shoving his precum-covered fingers into his parted mouth. He sucked obediently, hips grinding on the plastic seat. There was no stopping himself now, he needed him and couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled his enormous erection from his trousers and lifted him onto his lap in one smooth motion, digging his fingers into his waist. He gasped in surprise as he held him firmly on his lap, grinding his dick along his ass. He pulled his skirt up to give everyone a good view of his tight ass grinding against his shaft. The entire class of students was paying attention now, a few reaching to touch themselves, others pulling out their phones to record the lewd display. The commotion finally caught River’s attention, who turned to see his best behaved and worst behaved students grinding into each other over the desk. The shock was too much for the sheltered teacher, who fainted immediately at the sight. Whitney said a silent prayer of thanks that there was no one to interrupt them now, he would absolutely refuse to stop until she’d taken his load for everyone to see. She’d serviced him multiple times beneath the table before, but they’d never escalated to fucking like this. “You must be fucking thick if you think you can walk in here with breedable written on your skin without me testing that personally” he teased. He moaned loudly at the thought of taking his load inside her, grinding his hips and gripping the desk for dear life. The class slowly crowded around them, absolutely entranced by his quivering body. His friends were snickering and filming him from every angle, he’d have to watch the footage later. “Whi- Whitney I’m sorry for being bad, please fill me with your load! Kylar was just upset and-“ He cut him off with a bark that startled him “ - that fucking freak! Jesus, I knew you had low standards but you’ll actually fuck anyone that gives you attention won’t you?” He was furious, how dare that creep lay claim to what was his. How dare he fucking look at her. He’d cave his face in the next time that he saw him. He grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked it hard, causing him to yelp in shock. “N-no! I didn’t fuck him! We just fooled around a little bit so he’d calm down. He was upset about my collar. I’m sorry Whitney p-please don’t be mad.” Tears pricked his eyes from the pain. “Let me make it up to you please.” “Shut up and spread yourself then. You’ve until River wakes up to prove your worth.” He slammed him roughly into the desk, his fingers knotted in his hair. He immediately spread his legs wide for him, his cute ass on display for the entire class. His shaft was already dripping from his juices and pulsing against his hole. He lined the head up and took a quick breath before yanking his head back and slamming his cock deep inside her. He let out a strangled cry but kept herself spread, taking him in him stride. Several students were stroking themselves now, hunched over their desks as they enjoyed the show. Judging by how tight he was he must have hardly been fucked at all. Tears of pain and ecstasy were streaming down his cheeks as he used one hand to steady herself against the desk and the other to furiously beat his cock. His ass felt fantastic, gripping his shaft snugly. His balls slapped against his ass as he pounded into him furiously. They were both turning feral with pleasure at the other’s embrace; biting, licking, and grunting without a second thought to the whispers and cheers of the onlookers. “Who owns you slut?!” He growled, fucking him faster and harder with each thrust. “You do! I’m your perfect toy!” His cock swayed with the rhythm of his thrusting, he pinched his rock-hard nipples with one hand as he continued to slam his hips back into his crotch. He let go of his hair and spread his ass, letting a long trail of spit fall onto his perfect hole. “Fuuuuuuuck Whitney!” His eyes rolled back as he twitched beneath him, his fingers picking up speed. He was grunting heavily now, his breath shaky in his chest. He was penetrating a little farther with every thrust. The pressure in his cock was mounting as he bucked into him, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from cumming much longer. “I’m so close Whitney, I’m going to cum on your cock. You feel so amazing inside me. Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck…” He leaned in and pressed his body as close to hers as possible, practically holding him up as his legs shook and buckled. He couldn’t resist asking any longer and pressed his lips close to his ear to whisper softly: “baby, is this your first time?” His legs shook hard as he struggled to support herself against the desk. Tears were streaming hot and fast down his face now, his mascara causing a wet mess on his splotchy cheeks. “Yes, I didn’t tell you because it’s embarrassing.” “Fuck that’s hot! Fuck me” he gasped as the pressure mounted to a head, his confession finally pushing him over the edge. Hot bursts of cum spurted deep inside her, filling him up. God he was the perfect cock sleeve, he could barely believe he got to defile him first. He wasn’t exactly popular but he’d seen the way guys checked him out when they thought he wasn’t looking. He held him against him for a minute, his chest heaving. Then, ever so slowly he pulled out, his cock wet with blood and cum. The mixture trickled down his legs, staining his gym socks. He quickly dropped to his knees and sucked him clean, causing him to shudder from over-sensitivity. The students were already starting to disperse, expressions shifting back to one of boredom. His friends, who used to beg for a turn, had long-stopped asking. He had become possessive of him so gradually he’d failed to notice until it was too late. What had started out as simple entertainment had turned into a fucking crush. He zipped up his pants as the bell rang. “Someone fucking check on River or Leighton will never give me a moment’s peace.” He shoved him to the side and barrelled out of the classroom, his eyes piercing the back of his head. Some of his mates chased after him but couldn’t manage to keep up. He was relieved to find the bathroom empty. Whitney splashed his face with cold water and examined himself in the mirror. His blonde hair was even more disheveled than usual, his tanned skin rosy, his pupils wide. He pressed his forehead against the cool mirror and tried to think. When he closed his eyes his wide-eyed gaze stared back at him, his chest heaving, his lips quivering. His mind raced with memories of him tormenting her, only for him to take it in his stride. Ever since he’d met him he had been the one to torture him, and he was beginning to realize there was nothing he could do about that. You knew something was bound to go down the moment you spotted Whitney and, going by past experiences, the thing going down was probably yourself. On him. Which would be difficult, you thought as your hand curled around the pool’s railing, considering the setting. As soon as you’re submerged - up to your hips, at least in the shallow end - you’re wading through the water in his direction. His eyes are settled on you, staring unashamedly. “Hey slut.” He greets you when you’re finally in earshot and though you try to keep your expression fairly flat you tense with the urge to check over your shoulder. Mason’s instructions to the class echo off the walls. “Hi Whitney.” You return quietly. Underneath the surface of the water your fingers play across the front of the poorly fitting school swimsuit, the only option left after someone had taken yours. “I, um, didn’t know you had swim - “ “I don’t.” His arms are level with the surface of the water and he pushes himself with them, drawing closer without ever letting his eyes off your face. It’s weirdly intense and you almost sigh in relief when his lips twist in a familiar nasty grin. “What, disappointed to see me, slut?” Answering that feels dangerous. You settle on a choked whine as his hand rises out of the water to curl around the edge of your collar, yanking you closer - close enough to see the flecks of color in his iris. “Wh-Whitney - “ You stammer as he drags his other hand over your hip, dipping to squeeze your ass. He isn’t gentle about it either and laughs when you jolt. “Wh-Whitney.” He mocks. You’d duck your head but he’s still holding you up by the collar, spitefully holding eye contact as you settle your hands on his chest in an effort to steady yourself. The water line creeps up your body, soaking the unnervingly thin stretch of fabric at your chest. “Fucking empty headed bitch.” It’s not exactly meaner than normal - he’s certainly said worse - but it still elicits a complicated twist in your gut when he punctuates it by squeezing your ass like a stress ball. “Hey!” It’s sharp, barked like an order, and you instinctively perk up before registering the scattered group of Whitney’s friends draw a little closer. You recognized a fair few of them. There’s a lean girl lagging behind the rest of the group that stole your underwear back when you were allowed underwear at school. It’d been the only pair you’d had, still in good shape, and a nice color to boot. You’re over it, of course. One of his taller friends - he’s at least as tall as Whitney - wades to the front. The feeling of his body heat against your back shouldn’t be as comforting as it is considering the things he’s probably been witness to, but it’s preferable to Mason catching sight of whatever Whitney’s about to do. Sickening anticipation curls in your gut. When his fingers find the hem of your swimsuit it’s almost a relief because at least this is predictable but then he slips the crotch completely to the side and it doesn’t quite snap the way swimsuits are supposed to. “Whitney!” You should not be surprised. You really shouldn’t be, but then he spins you so you’re facing the intimidatingly tall friend. You’re sure he gets an eyeful of the face you make when Whitney pulls you back against his dick and you’re outright shocked because Whitney has at least some sense for discretion. “Make sure they don’t drown.” Whitney growls and he doesn’t wait for any kind of confirmation before he’s rutting against your ass, the hand not digging into your hip roughly playing roughly across your sex. Your hands fly up to brace yourself on his friend. “S - ugh! Loosen up!” It’s an order and a threat all in one, the unsaid “or else” hanging over your head. “T-trying!” You whine out between grit teeth, fingers curling and nails digging into skin as the head of Whitney’s cock catches on your hole. “Bitch!” The friend hisses and you can barely register the blur descending toward your face. There’s no time to brace yourself but you don’t need to either way, a familiar hand shooting out and stopping the friend in his tracks. “Fucking - “ Whitney growls, the movement of his hips still relentless and something halfway close to tenderness - thankfulness - catches in your chest. “ - shit echoes, idiot.” That tenderness goes out like a candle in a blizzard. “Keep my slut still.” Despite yourself, Whitney’s possessiveness sends a thrill through you. The friend’s hands wrapping mulishly around your biceps you could certainly do without, though, as they tighten their grip spitefully. “Finally.” The ‘finally’ is a weighted thing, something you discover a moment later when Whitney’s fingers hips dig even deeper into your skin. “Ow - ah, Whitney!” He doesn’t mock you for that, at least not now, as he’s occupied himself with working you down further onto him, filling you. Your hands fly up to brace yourself on his friend, whose stare burns into the top of your head. Your stomach clenches. Whitney stiffens against your back. “Fuck.” It’s a whisper-y growl right next to your ear, punctuated with a heated puff of breath that ghosts over your skin. “Whitn - ” You’re practically melting against the friend, panting against their wet skin as Whitney’s hips slap against your ass. They taste like chlorine and sweat. The tang of it pools on your tongue, drips out the corners of your lips in a thin trickle of drool that only flows heavier as Whitney fills you again and again and again until you’re laying limp against the friend’s chest and practically shuddering on Whitney’s cock. With every shaky exhale you breathe out a choked iteration of Whitney’s name, each one less intelligible than the last. His hand flexes on your hips. The other is working madly at your sex, shoving you closer and closer to that edge. “Fucking - ah - hh - bitch, cum.” He snarls, yanking you back so he can grind roughly against your ass. You’re rolling your hips too, just as desperate as Whitney tries to pretend he isn’t. “Cum, you f-fucking slut.” Your breath catches as your lids flutter, as your eyes roll back into your head. The sting of Whitney’s grip catapults you higher until your entire body is locked in place, clenching around Whitney and milking him for every drop he can give you. You’re successful too, so much so that even after that last pulse of warmth floods you he’s still curled over your back. You think you hear your name too. It sounds strange on Whitney’s lips.