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It’s in the middle of math that a balled-up note hits Denki in the back of the head. He doesn’t have to wonder, doesn’t have to turn his head to know who is responsible. He also doesn’t have to wonder what would happen if he doesn’t open it and read it right there.
‘meet me after the bell or youll be sorry.’
It’s not the first time, definitely won’t be the last time he’s read some variation of this message, but the effect is the same. He can almost feel the heavy blows to his stomach anytime he so much as thinks about defying his torturer again. He sighs, quietly screws the paper up and pockets it to show as proof of his obedience.
It’s part of his self-proclaimed owners constant inspections to keep him in line. It’s obviously to exert control over every aspect of his life, from how he dresses to who he speaks to on a daily basis, and it clearly turns him on to string Denki along like this, keep him on the edge as to knowing what’s allowed or what he’ll quickly find very much isn’t. There’s no way of knowing beforehand, just the knowledge that he’ll be swiftly corrected if he unintentionally breaks an as-yet announced rule.
He’s long resigned to this fate. It’s been a year now and no matter who he complains to it seems to find it’s way back to him in the form of a ring-studded fist or a studded boot, so he’s long stopped trying to do anything about it.
He refuses to acknowledge the little tent he pitches in the fucking thong he’d been ordered to wear this morning, the same thong that started this nightmare of his.
He just wanted to explore his feminine side, something he’d been doing in private for a few years at that point, but then the worst guy possible saw a pink strap peeking above the waistband of his shorts in the hallway and he was doomed. Now he’s reduced to a combination errand boy and dress-up doll, fulfilling whatever depraved desire his owner has.
It’s not as nerve-wrecking a prospect, waiting all day to meet his torturer; he’s been through this rigmarole so many times that he’s been beaten down. If it wasn’t for the white-haired weirdo staring him down the whole time, he’d even be able to put it out his mind. When the bell finally rings, Denki stands and heads to the regular spot. Shigaraki follows behind, completely not hiding his intention to keep an eye on him.
The spot in question is behind the main building and between two smaller facilities. It’s a place you only go to get weed or, like Denki, get fucked. When he rounds the last corner and sees the man that’s made his life a confusing mess for the last year, he just sighs and proceeds to the inevitable.
“Tenko, the hell took you two so long,” Touya slides his phone back into his pocket and stands from the brick wall he was slouched against. Over six feet tall, the bully easily looms over Denki, and despite being somewhat used to this the sight of the man, the way he moves and acts so instinctually never fails to raise his hackles. While not nearly the beefiest man in the class, he’s still well-muscled from the home gym his father has, and he’s only getting bigger.
It takes nearly no effort for the taller boy to stroll up to Denki, dig both his hands in the smaller boy’s shirt and haul him in the hair.
“Missed me, fagboy?” Touya sneers, and Denki does his level best to hold back his blush before responding in a way that won’t get his ass kicked.
“Y-yes, daddy.” the rest of the group snickers at him, as if he chose the word. Touya grins, dropping Denki to the floor so he can rub at his own crotch instead.
“O-ohh, daddyyyy-“ he fake-moaned in front of him, tongue sticking out of his mouth before breaking out into a cackle with the rest of the group. He backs up just enough that everyone can see Denki, flushed and humiliated and with nowhere to run.
“You fucking fag.” Denki trembles at the words, trying to slink away despite knowing better.
“Y-you-“ a big, wiry hand latches to his throat, fingers digging in hard and turning whatever he was going to say into a panicked wheeze.
“Youyouyouyou-“ another hand cracks across his cheek, his head whipping to the side from the impact. Touya squeezes his neck for just a little longer, then releases him with a roll of the eyes and Denki collapsing to his knees. Caught up in a bout of coughs, Denki doesn’t hear the clink of metal or see someone producing a thick, metal collar and handing it to Touya
It’s only when he catches his breath, blood returning to his head, that the thick, crude band dangling in front of him becomes clear. The blood drains from his face all over again. He looks up past the chain to Touya, who grins down with pure glee.
“What, fag? An owner needs to collar his bitch! What if she tries to ride the first mutt she sees?” Touya giggles as sinks to his haunches, eyes never leaving Denki’s, “You gonna be a good bitch?”
All Denki can do is nod, terrified.
“Then present, bitch!” with the hand not holding the collar, Touya digs into blonde hair and drags him to the middle of the group, his victim forced to crawl before his head is pressed into the ground.
“Tenko, collar the bitch,” Denki hears, and the thought of that creep touching him makes the blonde squirm in Touya’s grasp. Not that he can do anything; he’s powerless under Touya’s strength, the bigger man keeping him pinned in place under his token resistance. Dry hands, cracked and peeling, slowly brush over his neck before the thick metal is clasped around his lithe neck.
Then, in front of everyone and collared like a dog, Touya finally pulls his shorts down. His hot-pink thong is presented to the group, who ooh and ahh derisively at the obscene garment. He hears the familiar sound of Touya unzipping his pants, and Denki feels tears slip down his cheeks.
It’s not the first time he’s been fucked in this alleyway; it’s not even the first time he’s been fucked in front of others, but normally it’s against a wall or Touya would shoo the others away before he even fishes his dick out. Something must have gotten into Touya, not that Denki will ever know exactly what. He just has to take it and hope that it won’t be that much worse than normal.
Now he’s collared, with a hand fisted into his hair and pushing him into the ground, and his tormentor slipping his dick out to the hooting and hollering of his crew. His thong isn’t even pulled away; why bother moving such a thin piece of fabric in the first place? Touya simply nudges the strap that barely covers his well-used hole out of the way before pressing the tip to his rim.
“Fuck,” Touya groans as the head slips in with ease, “fuckin’ built for this, aren’t ya?”
Denki lets out a whimper that melts into a man as Touya thrusts a little, burying a few inches inside. It’s only when he fucks those few inches in and out, bouncing his hips a little, that the blonde realises that this isn’t some exercise to put him in his place; Touya just wants to play to his loyal audience, show off what a stud he is with Denki as his obedient demo doll.
Tenko is the loudest of the bunch, his raspy voice easily heard among the others, and Denki hates how something disgusting about himself responds to it. He cries out, unable to move his head between Touya’s hand and the thick collar keeping his neck out, even though he just wants so badly to pretend that it’s just him and Touya.
“Aww; is the bitch loving the attention,” Touya calls out as he snaps his hips forward to finally bury all thirteen inches inside. The feeling of the bigger man’s pubic bone mashing into his ass, of his belly poking out from that monstrous dick coring him out, stops any noise from escaping.
Everything disappears immediately, as if having everything sheathed inside him sets his nerves alight more than before. His prostate stands no chance, squashed as it is under Touya’s relentless girth, and the sensations scramble his senses. He thinks he cums but he can’t tell, not when a cock multiple times the size of his own steals all the attention, taking even the pleasure of his own orgasm away under it’s relentless pressure.
Then Touya pulls back. His hole clings to every inch as his length slides free, only to slam all the away back in. All Denki can do is take it, whining and moaning under the constant clap of his tormentor’s hips against his. Even the howling and shouting around him is drowned out, his nerves overwhelming his senses with cock cock cock cock cock!!!
He’s losing himself, the pleasure overtaking him and knows it’s happening. Even as his tongue lolls out of his mouth, his little dick leaking against the ruined front of his thong, all he can do is let it wash over him. With his body held harshly to the ground, the collar tight around him, he feels less like a person and more the bitch that Touya keeps calling him. Just like every other time this last year, it doesn’t matter what he wants; everything, even the pleasure, will be forced upon him and he’ll take it.
“Fucking take it you sissy bitch!” Touya bellows above him, past caring if someone discovers them and Denki is no better. The thrusts only hit harder and harder, the smaller boy’s ass turning redder and redder with each clap of their hips meeting. The world is reduced to just him and Touya, the group and the school and the world completely forgotten as his mind shatters under the attention.
Then Touya lets go of his hair, only to wrap the chain around his hand and yank hard, dragging Denki’s head into the air and digging the metal into his throat.
He can’t even let out a noise, just gasp as he’s throttled.
“Take it, take it!” Touya growls, the joy evident in his voice as he digs his fingers into Denki’s hip and fucks into his victim with brutal thrusts, as if he’s trying to drive through the blonde rather than into him.
Relief only comes when Touya’s breath hitches and he buries his dick as deep as he can before the first rope of jizz paints his insides. It’s like a torrent has been unleashed, built up with each sadistic thrust and yank of the chain. Rope after rope fills Denki like he’s nothing but a condom, even as Touya keeps tugging on the chain.
It’s only when the swell of jizz overtakes the bulge in his belly, that Denki’s eyes begin to roll back, that Touya lets the chain fall slack. The bigger man leans forward, dick still pumping load after load into his victim, and cages Denki in with his thick arms. The sight of the blonde gasping for every breath is clearly as erotic as him choking, if the repeated growls and licks of that long tongue up his neck are anything to go by.
It takes a while for Denki to return to the world, for his senses to return to some kind of normalcy, only to find that everyone else is gone. He’s still on the ground, Touya mounting him like a mutt and his soft dick still buried inside. He lets out a confused whimper, speech far beyond him now, and Touya pipes up.
“Sent ‘em away, they got their fun,” he croons into Denki’s ear, voice a little raspy and dry, “your my bitch after all.”
Time passes, but neither move. Even in this strange afterglow, Denki knows that he can’t move, so he just stays in place, mounted and laved over.
“Maybe I’ll walk you home,” Touya says, the thought making Denki’s dick harden like the traitor it is and the other just giggles at his obvious arousal.
It’s hard to believe how much more sadistic Touya became with his gang around, if he’s being so subdued now. If their relationship was just this, a sadistic, dominating series of hookups, then Denki could maybe stand it. But then he feels the cold metal on his neck tug with the bigger man’s wrist, and he’s reminded that this is just a little reprieve.
Touya said he’s going to walk Denki home, and who is he to break a promise?