Thread: From Bully to Bitch!? | [ChromiumSparks and Aislashu]

His silence was almost too immediate, it nearly made him want to laugh just thinking about being a slave to Ashley, one would think it should have been the other way around, and it was only prior to this day that it was. Problem was, there was not a single muscle on his face that wanted to crease into a smile. It seemed he only took in half of what Ashley said, as far as his part of suffering, he didn't even want to hear about it. Sure he had done pretty terrible things to the weaker boy, but this was a new low, something that would have been unfathomable to Jace if he ever did it. Maybe it was the moment that was making him forget that it was years of the same abusive behavior, not every once in a while the rest of his victims. Hell, most of them had already grown enough to either avoid him, or no longer be seen as prey. He still didn't know what made Ashley so easy to manipulate or why he prolonged his suffering. It was something like a fixation on the boy, like he wanted to be the only one to bully him, when others tried, Jace would be quick to set them off another way, Ashley was his to torment, no one else's. In some fucked up way, he did care for him, but at the same time this was just brutally unforgiving of the other boy. Jace bit his lip in frustration, as he got back into the explanation, and then the others commands. -So, unless you want these emailed to everyone in the school...and I've already had access to the system, so I do have them all...I suggest first...you strip naked. And make it good. Like you'd want one of the cheerleaders to strip for you. Jace held back his expression, his mouth turning upward in disgust again, if he was a dog he would have been snarling at the other boy. He watched as he grabbed a chair, relaxing like this was some sort of fucking peep show. Jace felt his face flush, and the bite he had on his lips tighten. Basically, Jace...give me a fucking lap dance, and make it good. Jace only stared at him for a moment, mild disdain on his face, he wanted to run out of here, but not with the images and clips on mind. He slowly began with his shirt, taking it off slowly with trembling hands, the toned upper half of body shown instantly. As he did so he began to hurl insults the redhead's way. I bet you're going to jerk off to this later aren't you, you fuck? You've probably wanted this since the first time you saw me huh? Imagining this hot body being yours? Of course, only someone as fuck-crazy as you could think of something like this. He begun to violently rip off his clothes piece by piece until nothing but his briefs and socks were left. At this point he was hurling gritted one word insults Ashley's way. Loser. Virgin. Fuck-ass. Anything he could say to let his anger settle but it seemed that it only seemed to raise when he was hesitating to take off his briefs. He bent over and stopped for a moment, looking up at Ashley with a audacious smirk. Don't be too surprised when you see my big cock you fucking loser. there was a hint of what some would call sluttiness in his voice, but most of it was covered by his usual maliciousness. His thumbs slowly ringed around the edge of his briefs as he looked as other boy, they were button downs, so he slowly tore off two of the buttons, while one remained. Enough of his blonde pubic hair up to the unshaven happy trail encircling his belly button, unfortunately his chest was still for the most part bare in comparison to the rest of his body which didn't give him the more manly edge he wanted. He was muscular enough to pass for a jock at the very least. His muscles far bigger than that of Ashley at least. You already cummin' in yer pants? I ain't even pull the rest down... this time he was just playing with the other boy, as he inched closer towards the chair. Being sexy wasn't his strongest suit, and it didn't come out naturally unless there was some hit of estrogen in the room, which there wasn't. Here he was standing practically naked in front of another male, about to do something he would most certainly regret. Yet, he was amazingly determined to stop those pictures from getting out, if only he could know how long this torture would last, as he looked down at the sitting redhead. He knew what type of jerk off fantasies he had about the cheerleaders but honestly had no intentions of repeating them, his body wasn't that flexible , and having another guy looking at him like he was a piece of meat turned him off. Of course, he wasn't supposed to be enjoying this. Instead unable to think or even move, he simply sat in the other's lap, his ass unintentionally hitting the other's groin, he shuddered in disgust as he could feel the bump over his pants nestled by his ass cheeks, his briefs still on slightly unbuttoned. Even sitting down he easily towered over the the other boy. He braced himself by having his hand hold the bars behind the chair, luckily there no arm rests so he could keep steady, but feeling another man's thing near his made him want to jump off. He would endure though, no matter what happened between them in this room, he wouldn't dare say or show he enjoyed it. W-Well? I'm not a damn stripper. he murmured as he pressed his ass forward, he was slipping off the other's lap quickly, and once again he could feel the other's groin, which made the boy retort in disgust. If you think for one damn second that that was me trying to come on to you, you're fucking mistaken. at this point, he neither wanted to obey his commands nor disobey them, he could only swallow what he'd ask for next.