Date: Mon, 23 Nov 2020 23:15:30 +0000
From: whipped@protonmail.com
Subject: Rathmore Academy: Ryan and Tiny

Category: high school, authoritarian

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This story contains homophobic slurs and domination.

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Rathmore Academy:

Ryan and Tiny


I stood at the door for a few minutes, then I realized the last thing I
wanted was people seeing me going in there or listening to whatever
happened.
So I knocked.
Tiny answered the door in just Rathmore Academy gym shorts. He was sweaty
and I could see without even coming in that his weights weren't all
racked.
I had interrupted his workout.
He looked at me, standing there quietly, and said, "What the fuck do you
want, Anderson?"
I took a deep breath and said, "I need a favor, can I come in?"
He nodded and moved out of the door and gestured for me to come in and
sit down.
His dorm was nothing like mine. It was supposed to be a double room and
he had them remove the extra bed and bring in a couch. The extra desk was
gone too and that area now had all his weights and his guitar.
The wall across from his bed had an 82 inch tv and a bunch of consoles
under it and games.
When I first started here, I had thought about trying to rob him and run
away.
Now, I was sitting on his couch and about to ask him to fuck me.
Maybe.
I looked up at him. He was leaning back in his computer chair. He was 6'7
and our school's star rugby player. He couldn't just beat the shit out of
me, but could deadlift me with one hand. At a guess, he was 250 pounds of
muscles. His brown hair was sweaty and stuck to his face, but pretty
short. He was one of the only kids at school who shaved and I could see
his five o clock shadow.
He got tired of waiting and said, "Are you going to tell why the fuck you
knocked on my door and what the favor is, bro, or you planning on staying
the night first?"
I asked, "You broke up with Calla, right?"
He nodded.
Then he said, "We break up all the time, though. I can't see her unless
one of us flies across the country and she has cheer so..."
Then it came out of my mouth before I could stop it.
I said, "I want you to fuck me."
Tiny's body froze.
He was still for a second.
Then he said, "Say that again."
I took a deep breathe and said, "I want you to fuck me."
He hadn't hit me, so I figured that was a good sign.
Instead he asked, "Are you a faggot, Anderson? Or is this some kind of
dare?"
I quickly made up a story:
I read about the prostate and saw some videos with girls pegging guys and
supposedly it hurts, but feels really good and I'm just horny as fuck all
the time and want to try it and I figured you broke up with your
girlfriend and could probably use a fuck and it isn't gay if we don't
kiss or any of that shit right? Like, I'm not in love with you, I just
want to see if it feels good. I'm tired of just jacking off every day and
I saw you in the shower and now I'm here.
He rubbed his dick through his shorts.
Then he said, "Let me see your ass."
I stood up and stripped my pants and underwear off and turned so my ass
was facing him.
He stood up and said, "Bend over and pull those cheeks apart so I can see
your hole."
I did as he asked and I heard him get up. Then I felt one of his meaty
hands on my butt. Then a dry finger tried to push it's way in my
butthole.
I yipped.
He stopped and then sat back down.
Then he finally spoke:
Ok, here's the deal. We do this, it stays between us unless I say
otherwise. Calla is scared of S&M shit, so you got to let me do you that
way. Handcuffs, slapping you, spitting on you, calling you names, lots of
crazy shit like that. With me so far?
I nodded.
Then he continued:
And it ain't just a fuck and it isn't just once. One month to start.
Everyday. At the end of that month, if you don't want to be my slave and
dick ditch, we can stop. Otherwise, it's until school is out. I won't
tolerate bullshit or disobedience. You understand?
This was getting to be way crazier than I had in mind, but I nodded.
He got up then and went to the closet and started digging through some
boxes. I could see him putting stuff aside.
Then he came out with a handful of stuff and sat it on his desk. He
showed it all to me one at a time.
A ballgag. A whip. A weird metal thing that keeps your mouth wide during
blowjobs. A leg spreader. Zip ties. Handcuffs made of leather. Rope.
And a collar and padlock.
He picked up the collar and padlock and showed it to me.
The collar was thick leather and the padlock for it said, "This slave is
property of Randall Cullen."
I asked, "Your real name is Randall?"
He nodded.
I lifted the collar up to my neck and started to put it on, but his hand
gripped mine and stopped me.
He said, "You have to earn that collar."
I gave him a look, not sure what he wanted.
He took the collar back and said, "On your knees, faggot."
I got down on my knees and looked at him, trying to figure out what was
next.
He gripped the back of my head and jerked it back. I heard him hock a
loogey, then felt it splatter on my face.
Then he half dragged me back to his chair and sat back in it.
I could feel his warm spit still running down my face.
He said, "My feet are filthy and sweaty as fuck. You have my permission
to take off my socks and lick and suck them clean, faggot. "
I looked up at his hairy legs. He was wearing tube socks and I reached to
the top of one and pulled it down and off. The scent hit me at one. He
wasn't joking. His feet reeked.
I sat the first sock to the side and pulled the other down his huge calf.
He gave me a second then lifted his right foot to my mouth. The bottom of
it was black from dirt.
I stuck out my tongue and gagged from the taste and smell. I guess I
waited too long to start again because he whacked me across the face so
hard that I fell back on the floor.
Then he was standing over me. I could fucking see his dick hanging out
his shorts and it reminded me why I was here.
From my back I whispered, "Sorry."
He didn't reply, just placed his foot over my face.
And I spit polished them. First, I licked and sucked the bottom of his
feet and heels clean. Then, I got back on my knees, leaned low, and
sucked his sweaty toes in my mouth. They were big enough it was like
giving a tiny dick a blowjob or something. They tasted filthy and sweaty,
but I wasn't about to pussy out over taste or humiliation.
I knew I was done when he stood up and reached under my arms and lifted
me up.
He looked at me and then handed me the ballgag.
I opened my mouth and put it in myself, then I tried to lock it and
couldn't. His huge hands wrapped around my hands for a second and I felt
him tighten it and then click it closed.
He stepped back and looked at me for a second. Then I felt his right hand
on my tight stomach and rubbing my shoulders.
Then he brought his hands to his gym shorts and said, "Take my gym shorts
off, faggot."
I gulped. Then I pulled them down and saw it. He still wasn't hard, but
his dick seemed even bigger than normal. Part of me wanted to get out of
there, but my asshole twitched just imagining what it would feel like.
In a husky voice Tiny said:
This is your last out. My dick will tear that ass open. Bitches cry just
getting a few inches in the pussy and I'm a lot nicer to them than I will
be to a gagged faggot begging to be my slave. I'm going to treat you real
bad, Ryan. You will fucking crawl out of here bruised and broken. I might
have to even hit you to get a nut. Is that really what you want?
I couldn't reply with the ballgag in my mouth, but I nodded.
He sighed and I watched him reach for his lube. He rubbed it on his dick
and I watched him start to harden. I looked away before I could back out.
Then he handed me the lube. I stuck one finger, then another as deep as i
could up my ass. Just that made my dick leak a little.
Then he pushed me against the wall. I was waiting for him to bend over or
give me directions.
Instead, his dick ripped my ass open.

Tiny

Last thing I expected tonight was to be nailing a dude up the ass.
But this kid had a tight little asshole.
When I pushed him up against the wall, I did something I had always
wanted to do.
I bent my knees, lined my dick up with his butthole, and just slammed
that shit.
He bucked up against me, but I easily held him still.
His butt was like buttery pussy. Smooth and silky and with a iron grip on
my cock.
I pulled out a little and slammed in harder and deeper.
I could barely hear him crying out and gasping through the gag, but I
honestly didn't give a fuck about him right then.
All I wanted was to get a nut.
I started to fuck him harder and harder, the way no bitch would ever let
me. Hard and fast.
I could feel my jizz building up quick. I could feel him sobbing and had
a moment of mercy.
I spit on my hand and reached down to his junk.
He was rock hard and leaking.

Ryan

I thought I was going to die when he shoved his dick in me. I expected
him to do it doggy or slow or something.
I didn't expect him to just push me against a wall and shove it in.
I tried screaming, but the ballgag muffled my screams. I tried kicking
out, but I was pinned against the wall and there was no way I could ever
overpower him.
So I surrendered.
Or tried to.
I had thought the first time getting fucked hurt, but that was nothing. I
felt like my whole insides were being ripped apart. Torn.
I must have cried for five minutes straight before it happened.
The pain didn't go away. I was still gasping every stroke. But enough
went away to feel his cock stroking the good part inside me. The smell of
his sweat and stink went away and all I could feel was that inside
jacking off feeling.
My dick started leaking. Then he slammed harder.
And my dick got hard. When his hand reached for my dick and stroked it, I
came.

Tiny

When he nutted all over my hand and wall, I couldn't help it.
I fucking punched him in the stomach so hard it knocked the wind out of
him.
He slumped to the floor and I rolled him on his back and lifted his legs
up.
Then, before he even fully regained his breath, I was back in his little
butt.
It didn't take long. With his legs over my shoulders, I was nailing him
hard and fast.
The fucker started lifting his hips up too, trying to get me even deeper
in his asscunt.
And his hand wrapped around his jizz covered dick and he busted again.
That time, it sucked the load out of me. His butt clenched and released
and clenched and my jizz flooded him.

Ryan

Tiny had collapsed on me and I wasn't sure what to do. His weight was
crushing me. The smell of him and sex was so strong.
Then he lifted off me and I felt his dick slide out of my ass.
He didn't waste time slipping his shorts back on and standing up.
Then he said, "Up, faggot."
I got to my knees and almost fell down. He had to reach his hand out and
help me stand.
The side of my stomach was purple already from where he hit me and it
felt like a semi-truck had been up my ass.
He said, "Your butt must be bleeding some up there cuz I had fucking
blood on my dick. But you took it like a trooper. You came fucking twice?
I nodded.
He continued:
If we do this, you'll remember tonight fondly as the day I took it easy
on you. You'll be a fucking footstool, throat for me to fuck, and I might
beat the shit out of you or whip you hard. You can tell everyone I'm
teaching you boxing and rugby so nobody gets pissed and we don't get in
trouble. I don't do poop stuff because thats gross as fuck, but you might
have to eat my sweaty asshole and let me sit on your fucking face. We
good?
I nodded.
He handed me the collar. Then he finally undid the ball gag.
He said, "Take the collar, think about it, and get the fuck out so I can
go piss."
I thought about it for a moment. I remembered the horrible taste when Mr.
Johnson whizzed in my mouth. But I also remembered Tiny making me nut
twice in five minutes.
I got on on my knees, pulled Tiny's shorts back down as he watched, and
put the head of his dick in my mouth.
He groaned, "Fucking worthless faggot toilet."
I swallowed every drop.