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Another fucking day at Hatchetfield High. Richie exhales loudly as he walks through the bustling hallways. He’s survived half the day so far, but he hasn’t been able to focus well; he accidentally pulled an all-nighter last night after he chugged one too many Monster energies. As a result, everything hurts. The fluorescent lights are too bright, the students chattering are too loud, and everytime someone brushes against him, he has to resist the urge to shove them out of the way.
All in all, Richie is having a really shitty day. The day does not get any better when he runs straight into a very muscular individual. Jesus, that hurt more than it should have. He tries to shuffle past the person. “My bad, gomen–”
A large hand grips the back of his shirts tightly. He knows who it is and just how fucked he is before Max Jägerman nearly lifts him off the ground and forces Richie to look him in the face. “Richie, Richie… Richie ,” Max tsks and pulls Richie closer to his face. “What the fuck do you think your doing in my hallway, Shit-Lips.”
Richie knows he should just keep quiet and keep his head down, but his mouth has always been ahead of his better sense. “I was just passi–”
Max throws him against a locker, and Richie is too stunned to get away. The hallways are empty now. Of course, everyone turns tail when Jägerman shows up.
“No one’s around to help you, bitch.” Max corners him once more, he grabs Richie by his messy hair and bangs his head roughly against the metal locker.
God must hate him in particular today because a moan slips out of Richie’s mouth. Both boys freeze at the sound, and Richie feels his face heat up. Fuck, he’s dead, he’s so dead. If Jägerman doesn’t kill him right now, his non-existent social life will never recover. He’ll have to flee the island and start over in fucking Clivesdale.
Max has a wolfish grin on his face. “Do you have something to say, Richie ?” He gives his hair another pull to accentuate his point, and, once again, he moves his face to be inches away from Richie’s.
His bully pauses and waits for him to give a proper answer. As he sees it, he has two options right now: try to escape Max by attacking him or give into the situation since he’s a dead man either way…time to fuck around and find out.
Richie lets out another, higher pitched moan—hentai has taught him well. “I think you can do a bit better than that, Max .” The heat behind his own voice surprises Richie.
It must surprise Max as well because the other boy loosens his grip enough for Richie to lean forward and connect their lips together. He’s never kissed anyone before, but damn, it feels good to kiss Jägerman. The jock seems to pause before using his forearm to pin Richie against the locker again. Max deepens the kiss and nips at Richie’s bottom lip.
Richie’s always been a vocal person; he always comments or snarks when he’s not supposed to—it’s one of the many reasons Max liked to beat him up. Richie talked back which wasn’t something many of Jägerman’s victims did. All this to say, Richie doesn’t find it difficult to make breathy little sounds in order to keep Max’s mouth on his. The whines and moans are immediately swallowed by Max, who takes the opportunity to press his tongue into Richie’s mouth.
“Ah, M-M-Max,” The stutter is half intentional but mostly involuntary. Pleasure and horniness starts to overtake Richie’s brain, and he grinds his growing erection into Max’s (very, very toned) thigh. “K-Kuso…you feel so amaz-”
A sharp stinging on his left cheek snaps him back to reality. Max finishes the follow through on his backhand, and Richie’s ears are now left ringing for more reasons than one. His face feels like it’s burning, and Max’s face is red as well. Richie continues to overheat and overthink when Max grabs him by the collar and starts to drag him through the hallways.
Out of instinct, Richie’s hands fly up to Max’s, but before he can try to tear himself free from the other boy, Max opens a door and tosses Richie in. He lands on his ass, looks around, and gets the barest sense of his surroundings—they’re in a janitor's closet. Huh, it’s more spacey in here than Richie would have originally thought.
Once Max fully enters the closet (there’s a joke to be made here, but Richie’s brain is too fried to think about it), Richie can see that Max is also turned on because of…whatever happened out there. Richie only gets a moment to bask in the glow of knowing he can make someone aroused before Max is closing in on him again.
“On your knees.”
“I-I’m already sitting down?”
Max puts a foot on Richie’s shin and starts to apply pressure. “On your fucking knees.”
“If you stopped stepping on me, maybe I could move…baka.” Richie puffs out his cheeks like an annoyed anime girl. Nevertheless, he gets on his knees as Max begins to undo his own jeans.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen, Richie. Since it’s your fault we’re in this mess in the first place, you’re gonna suck me off and drink every last drop of it.” Max pulls down his pants and boxer briefs like a seasoned professional and…dear Kami-sama, hentai did not prepare him for this …
To put it bluntly, Max’s cock is fucking massive and perfect just like the rest of his body. It only looks to be about half hard right now, but the length already looks like more than Richie could reasonably fit into mouth without his gag reflex being triggered. Max’s cock is also thick, and he can already imagine the pleasant stretch his jaw will feel with Max inside his mouth.
Richie swallows. “Y-Yes, Max-senpai.” He keeps his defenses up even though he’s losing the battle to his growing arousal.
Max scoffs and spits on him. “Quit it with the weeb bullshit.”
“Yes, sir!” Fuck! Jesus Christ, Richie! ‘Sir’ is in no universe better than ‘senpai’; hell, it’s probably worse because the implications of ‘sir’ are clear to both him and Max.
“Yeah, that’s right.” Max smirks, looking all too pleased with himself. “I am superior to you. You should be thanking me for this—you’ll never experience anything like it ever again.”
The degradation makes Richie shudder—all he can do in response is nod dumbly. God, he hasn’t even been touched yet; nothing has really happened yet, but Richie already feels close to the edge. Richie doesn’t really know what’s supposed to happen, so he dumbly opens his mouth and waits for Max to make the next move.
Max lets out a breathy laugh and moves closer to Richie. “What, no foreplay? God, you are a fuckin’ virgin. You’re so clueless, it’s almost cute.”
Richie blushes. “Uhh, tha-thanks? You know you’re—”
“Shut up and get to work.” Max (and by extension his dick) are now very close to Richie, and Richie gets the message.
Not wanting to waste any more time, Richie brings his tongue to the head of Max’s dick and gives it an experimental lick. Salty, but not bad—he could definitely get used to the taste. Richie spits into his hand and begins to stroke Max’s cock.
Max moans and leans over Richie to support himself with his forearm on the back wall. “What are you, a fucking coward? Don’t think you can fit all this in your little virgin mouth?” If Max is making a threat right now, it’s lost on Richie; having his bully loom over him, making him feel so small and helpless, is short circuiting his brain.
Through his haze of pleasure, Richie keeps gently moving his hand back and forth on Max’s dick. “No,” Richie finally responds to the question. “I can easily take you in my mouth. I just wanted to make this enjoyable.”
“For you or for me?” Max scoffs, but his breath catches when Richie tightens his grip and speeds up his pace ever so slightly.
“Can’t it be both?” Richie asks innocently as he looks up at Max. Their eyes lock, and he sees the jock consider it for a second or two.
In a display of impressive athletic ability (especially considering how hard he is right now), Max uses one of his legs to take Richie’s legs out from under him. Since he was kneeling, it’s a short fall to the floor, but the concrete still hurts Richie’s ass.
“Fuck no, Shit-Lips. You’re my bitch right now, you exist for my pleasure. But if you’re so dirty that you get yourself off in the process, that’s none of my damn business.” Max moves his foot to rest on Richie’s crotch. He’s confused and scared for a second before Max lightly grinds his foot against Richie’s cock.
Richie nearly screams out in ecstasy. It’s all becoming too much too fast; he won’t be able to last if Max keeps moving his foot in small circles over his dick. As if that wasn’t enough, Max presses his dick against Richie’s lips. He opens his mouth and takes Max’s head into his mouth. His tongue moves over Max’s tip, and Richie moans around Max’s dick. That causes the jock to put slightly more pressure on Richie’s strained erection, and, when Max rams his cock further into Richie’s mouth, Richie cums harder than he ever has before. It’s one thing to get off to hentai by himself in his room, but it’s a completely different level to have the hottest person in Hatchetfield get him off. Max doesn’t give Richie a moment to catch his breath or revel in the post orgasm glow.
“Don’t give up now just because you’ve reached the finish line, Shit-Lips.” Max groans and tightens his grip on Richie’s hair. He gives a forceful tug and pulls Richie further onto his dick. “I gave you a gift, time to return the favor.”
Unwillingly, a moan escapes from Richie. Refractory period his ass; what is he, a virgin high schooler? Well, yeah he is…. Actually , he isn’t anymore; Max fucking Jägerman just got him off, and Max’s dick is scrapping the back of Richie’s throat. His asthma better not fuck this up for him—this will never happen again.
Richie’s entire world currently consists of Max. Max’s hands tangled in his hair, Max’s taste and heat invading his mouth, and Max’s scent enveloping Richie’s body. He was right; Max’s dick does stretch his jaw pleasantly. Not wanting to be completely useless, Richie sucks and swallows around the heat in his mouth.
Max starts cursing under his breath, clearly close to his own climax. With his hand still buried in Richie’s hair, the bully slams Richie’s head against the brick hall. Holding Richie’s head against the wall, Max thrusts into Riche’s throat with no regard to how he might be hurting the nerd beneath him. Richie’s doing his best to stay with the pace Jägerman is fucking him at, and he surprises himself with how relaxed he managed to remain through the whole situation—must be the post orgasm high still at work.
Richie gets an idea, and he snakes his hand up Max’s thighs to grip his ass, encouraging Max to go impossibly deeper into his mouth. Max takes the invitation, and, after a few more deep thrusts, Max is finally brought over the edge and comes in Richie’s mouth.
If Richie thought he was drinking Monster last night like his life depended on it, the determination he has while swallowing Max’s cum (making sure not to let a drop leak out of his mouth while also making sure he isn’t sent into a coughing fit) puts past him to shame. After an indistinguishable amount of time, Max bottoms out. He swallows the last remaining drops of Max’s spend, and Richie’s never felt more full.
“Fuck, Rich.” He feels Max become flaccid in his mouth; he removes his dick from the warmth of Richie’s mouth. The room is filled with heavy breathing as Max pulls his pants back up. “Guess you nerds have to excel at everything.”
He appreciates the small compliment, but the absence leaves Richie feeling strangely empty. At least he can finally breathe properly again…Until Max pulls Richie up by his hair into a sloppy, open mouth kiss. It’s all teeth and tongue, but it’s one of the hottest things Richie has ever seen and had the pleasure of experiencing. He tries to match Max’s intensity, but it’s difficult when the other boy was licking so fervently into his mouth—like he wanted to taste every part of himself that was in Richie’s mouth. Richie manages to scrape his teeth over Max’s bottom lip before the jock suddenly pulls away and twists Richie’s nipple in the process. Richie yelps in pain and doesn’t have enough time to react as Max escapes out the door.
“Later, Dick-Lips!” Max flips him off as he leaves the closet.
The silence of the janitor’s closet almost overwhelms Richie; reality hits him like a ton of bricks. His head hurts from being slammed so many times, his jaw hurts from being stretched by Max, and his underwear feels sticky and gross. God, that just happened didn’t it? Fuck, maybe anime tropes are real.
Richie lets out a slightly frenzied laugh followed by a heavy sigh as he resigns himself to the fate of having cum stained shorts for the rest of the day. He’s just gonna have to get Max back one of these days. The thought of a repeat performance excites him as he opens the door and re-enters the hallowed halls of Hatchetfield High.