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Pairing: Kamoshida/Ryuji

Tags: Dubcon, power imbalance, underage sex, cross dressing, dirty talk, degrading, anal sex

Summary: There's no one in the school he hates more than Kamoshida but every time that bastard orders him to do something, even if its dressing up as a slutty nurse and riding his cock, Ryuji can't say no 

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How many times had he asked himself since this all started: why the fuck did he put up with this bullshit?! Letting out a slow, shaky breath, Ryuji stared at himself in the mirror, hatred of what he was seeing boiling away inside his chest. The pervert waiting on the other side of the door never failed to force him into the most humiliating, mortifying situations. What could possibly even be sexy about this?! Ryuji took a step back, mouth twisted into a seething grimace, and twisted around to take a better look at himself. Doing so ended up being a mistake. By the time he had gotten a clear view of his entire body, he was about to puke from disgust.

If it had been a girl’s school uniform, he might’ve been able to stomach it better…but a fucking slutty nurse, complete with sheer stockings, a lacy pair of underwear, a fucking bra and high heels that made his ankles ache worse than when he was trying to break into a pair of new sneakers…this was beyond despicable. The thin, pink cloth hugged him in all the “right” places, accentuating his butt, crotch, thighs and chest. The skirt part was barely long enough to hide his balls, which were only just contained in the skimpy underwear. His butt was practically hanging out. When he turned to get a look at his backside, more than a little peek was clearly visible of the pastel pink underwear and the plump globes of his ass. To say that he looked like he belonged in a low budget porno was an understatement.

All of that was bad enough but was making it even worse was the fact that he was already rock hard and sopping wet. His cock pushed up from underneath the hem of the lacy underwear, stretching it to create a noticeable bulge. There was an unmistakable wet spot growing where the tip of his cock was insistently rubbing against the uniform. One look at himself was enough to get him burning with a fever that only that…that asshole could wring out of him. Ryuji let out another shaky breath, scrubbing his hands over his scalding hot face. There was something wrong with him – like really, really wrong. He hated this…he hated it with every iota of his being…so why the fuck did he always get so turned on?! Why did he masturbate every night to the memory of all the sick shit that perverted fucker put him through?!

What the hell was wrong with him?! He didn’t want this! He never wanted this so why-?!

A sudden loud knock on the door made him jump and gasp.

“What, are you putting makeup on in there?” Kamoshida’s mockingly playful voice filtered in from the other side, “What’s the hold up?”

“S-Sorry.” Ryuji responded on instinct, flushing even hotter. His cock twitched excitedly in the loose confines of his underwear. Damn this motherfucker…he did this to him! He hadn’t started messing with him, he never would’ve turned out this…this lewd!

“Well, hurry it up!” Kamoshida called, his voice still playful but there was a hard, demanding edge to it now that sent an electric shiver racing down Ryuji’s spine.

Sucking in a deep breath, his knees already starting to tremble, Ryuji dropped his arms uselessly to his side. Fuck this bastard. Fuck him and everyone else at this lousy school. He hated this. He hated this so much, he wanted to scream…but that wasn’t going to stop him from going out there and doing everything that sick freak told him too. Crossing his arms protectively over his chest, Ryuji opened the door and strode out, clumsily wobbling on the high heels. Kamoshida was sitting in his usual spot at his desk, his back to him. When he heard the door open, he spun around. A huge, lecherous smile spread across his dumb face. His perverted gaze slowly, hungrily roamed over Ryuji’s body. Dropping his arms, knowing he’d get in trouble if he didn’t, Ryuji curled his fingers around the bottom of the skirt and looked away, the heat in his face becomingly violently intense.

“Well, well.” Kamoshida purred, resting his cheek on the curve of his hand, still hungrily devouring Ryuji with his lust filled gaze, “Looks surprisingly good on you. How’s the fit?”

“Tight.” Ryuji ground out through clenched teeth, trying his best to ignore how much his hole was itchily twitching, desperate to be stuffed full of the monster he knew was hiding underneath Kamoshida’s loose slacks. Fuck him…fuck him, fuck him, fuck him-! That bastard…he hated him-! He hated how much he wanted to be messed up by him-!

Kamoshida let out a throaty laugh, shifting back in his seat and spreading his legs open to expose a very noticeable, very large bulge that Ryuji’s eyes were immediately drawn to, “That’s the point, idiot.”

Grinning even more widely, Kamoshida cocked his head, “You just gonna stand there or are you gonna pay me back for getting you such a pretty outfit?”

Ryuji gulped, “Wha…what do you want me to do?”

Kamoshida shrugged, “I don’t know. What do you want to do? What do you think is a good payment for making you look that good?”

He just barely managed to bite back a seething response, a flare of anger roaring through him. The bastard was trying to goad him into saying something stupid. It wasn’t an act he pulled often so it almost always managed to catch him off guard. As soon as he said something that the bastard didn’t like, it was punishment central. While he would never admit it, those punishments scared him. Being bombarded with relentless pleasure, made to cum over and over again or even worse, prevented from cumming until he was babbling out shameless pleas didn’t help his ability to withstand this bastard’s effect on him. Had the opposite effect – made it even goddamn worse. Those punishments were why he was like this. He could swallow this stupid play and a lot of the stuff that Kamoshida made him do during these normal encounters but those punishments…he was terrified that if he went through any more of them, he might break.

“Ryuji?” Kamoshida prompted, sounding a little irritated.

Jolting slightly, flushing at the realization that he had been staring off into space, Ryuji mumbled, “S-Sorry. I was just uh…thinking of the best way to reward you.”

“Oh, you actually think?” Kamoshida asked mockingly, smirking, “Wouldn’t expect that from you.”

Ryuji gave him an annoyed look but held his tongue – that much, at least, wouldn’t get him in trouble. Sighing, knowing he’d better get on with this before Kamoshida got actually angry, Ryuji carefully strode forward, wobbling as he went. He, somehow, managed to make it over to the pervert without falling. Grinning widely, a bright spark of lust blazing in his dark eyes, Kamoshida reached out to wrap his large, hot hands around Ryuji’s hips. He abruptly tugged him in close. The sudden movement, combined with his already unsteadiness, sent him tumbling down on top of Kamoshida. He managed to land with some semi-grace, ending up in the bastard’s lap. Ryuji’s eyes widened. Fresh heat flooded into his face. In this position, their crotches were grinding together. He could feel how hard, how hot Kamoshida was through the thin material of his sweatpants. An electric sizzle raced straight down to his cock. It twitched excitedly in the tight constraints of the frilly underwear.

Kamoshida chuckled, sliding his large hands down to shamelessly squeeze Ryuji’s ass, drawing him even closer, “For a track runner, you are clumsily.”

“S…shut up…” Ryuji panted, flinching at how gross his voice sounded, “It’s because you-!”

“Well, you were moving so slowly, I thought you needed a little help.”

“I could do it…myself-!”

“I doubt that.” Kamoshida murmured, leaning down to playfully nip at his earlobe, wrenching a wet gasp out of him, “You really are pathetic, Ryuji.”

Gritting his teeth together, viciously ignoring the rush of heat that bubbled out from the base of his belly, Ryuji tried to wiggle away so he could blow this motherfucker and get this over with. Only, Kamoshida’s arms clamped tighter around him, preventing him from moving. Slipping his fingers underneath the short hem of his dress, Kamoshida yanked it up, exposing his barely covered butt. He grabbed hold of the lacy, skimpy underwear, wrenching his arm back to easily tear the flimsy fabric. Ryuji jumped in surprise, his eyes widening. Panting heavily into his ear, Kamoshida easily lifted him up enough so he could push a hand between them and yank his pants down to allow his thick, fat cock to bounce free. Ryuji’s heartbeat jumped at the sight of it. His hole immediately began to pulse with a familiar itchy hungriness. Drool flooded underneath her tongue. The heat boiling in the pit of his belly became even more intense.

“Wai…wait, wait-!” Ryuji gasped, shuddering as Kamoshida spread his ass open with one hand, leading the head of his large cock to his twitching, wet hole with the other, “I’ve got practice-!”

“Too bad.” Kamoshida chuckled, “Looking and acting like that much of a whore, you honestly think that I’d be able to hold back?”

“Hah?!” Ryuji exclaimed breathily, “Wha…what about me said ‘whore’?!”

“Everything.” Kamoshida breathed, roughly grinding the tip of his cock against his hole, “Always acting like you don’t want this and then staring hungrily at my crotch, trembling in my hold, panting like a bitch when I’ve barely even touched you…”

Ryuji gasped and shuddered when Kamoshida dragged his hot tongue up the curve of his throat, “Face the facts, Ryuji, you’re a cock hungry whore who wants to be ridiculed and degraded. You want to submit someone bigger, stronger, better than you. You want to be stuffed full of a man’s fat cock and fucked until you can accept how weak and pathetic you are.”

“No…” Ryuji whispered, “That’s not-! I’m not-!”

Snorting, Kamoshida sighed with playful exasperation, “Still haven’t gotten that through your thick skull, huh? Oh well, just means I’ve got to train you even more.”

“No, Kamoshida, wai-!”

He didn’t know why he bothered protesting. This perverted asshole never listened to him. Digging his blunt fingernails deep into the plush curve of his ass, Kamoshida slammed his hips upwards, roughly shoving past the tight ring of muscle to sink deep inside of him. Throwing his head back, Ryuji let out a throaty wail. A shriek of pleasure radiated up his spine, slamming into his head with enough force to push away the terror Kamoshida’s words had inspired. Curling one arm tightly around his midsection to keep him in place, Kamoshida rapidly slammed up into him. Clinging to his broad shoulders, bouncing in his lap, Ryuji did try to keep the disgusting, shameful moans bubbling up his throat at bay but that was harder than telling this pervert ‘no’. Loud gasps, whines and sobs tumbled free from his lips. His hips bucked in time with Kamoshida’s thrusts, forcing his cock even deeper inside him.

Good-! Good-! It felt so good-! Why did being stuffed full of this pervert’s cock have to feel so goddamn good-?! His butt-! His butt was melting-! He couldn’t think straight-! The friction of the thick veins grinding against his spasming insides-! The pressure of his big thing slamming against the underside of his belly-! His incredible heat was piercing through him, filling him up to the brim-! It felt so fucking good-! More-! More-! He wanted even more-!

“Stop-!” Ryuji choked out, drool streaming down his chin, “Stop-! Take it out-! Kamo-!”

Laughing loudly, giving his ass a hard slap, Kamoshida sneered, “Take it out? When you’re squeezing me this tightly? Come on, Ryuji, if you’re gonna lie, you should, at least, make it believable!”

“Fuck…fuck you-!” Ryuji gasped, shuddering as Kamoshida slammed against a particular sensitive spot inside of him, sending a blinding wave of pleasure coursing through him. Fuck…fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-! Cumming-! He was gonna cum-! He was gonna cum already-! Kamoshida’s cock felt too good-! He couldn’t-! He couldn’t hold back-! Good-! Good-! It felt too fucking good-! He hated it! He hated it but he…he wanted even more-! He wanted to be made to feel even more good-! He wanted to be fucked by this thick thing even more-!

“Ah ah ah,” Kamoshida teasingly chided him, “what have I told you about vulgarity, Ryuji?”

“Fuck you-!” Ryuji sobbed harshly, his teeth gritted together. He mustered up all of his strength to glare weakly at Kamoshida, “Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck-!”

In a smooth, graceful movement that Ryuji barely saw, Kamoshida shoved him down, spinning him around mid-fall. All the air was knocked out of his lungs as his chest collided with the floor. Gasping raggedly, his head spinning, Ryuji gurgled in alarm when a large hand slammed down on the back of his neck, pinning him in place. Kamoshida’s other hand went to his hip, cruelly clamping down to keep him from moving as he slammed hard into him then began to roughly pump his hips, fucking him in a fast, rough pace. Wailing out a strangled cry, his vision wildly flickering, Ryuji couldn’t stop himself from using what little leverage he had to slam back against him. Drool poured out of his mouth. In this position, Kamoshida couldn’t push in as deep but he could go a lot faster, harder. Bright pulses of pleasure coursed through his body, setting every nerve alight. His cock, crushed between his body and the floor, leaked a constant stream of precum.

Cumming…cumming, cumming-! This bastard was going to make him cum-! He was gonna-!

“One of these days,” Kamoshida grunted from overtop him, “you’re gonna learn to be a good boy who follows my orders unconditionally. Things would be a lot easier for you if you just accepted that this is where you belong. Underneath me, legs spread wide open, hungrily gobbling up my cock, begging for me to fill you up with my cum.”

He didn’t have the strength, the energy to tell Kamoshida to ‘fuck off’ again. What little focus he had left was focused entirely on his building orgasm, pushing harder and harder against the back of his cock. His balls hung heavy between his trembling thighs. His head was a whirlwind of feverish heat and screeching pleasure. Panting heavily, mouth hanging open, Ryuji curled his hands into loose fists. Wrong…this bastard was wrong-! This…this wasn’t where he belonged-! He…he would knock him off his high horse…one of these days-! He didn’t want this-! He didn’t-! Kamoshida rammed hard into him, dragging him back to smoosh his ass against his pubic bone. The head of his cock slammed against that same sensitive spot from earlier. Eyes rolling back in his head, his mouth forming a perfect o-shape, Ryuji came with a lewd squeal. Cum splattered onto the floor, creating a mess on his now thoroughly rumpled costume. Laughing loudly, probably wearing the smuggest expression a human could muster, Kamoshida continued to roughly pound into him, pushing his orgasm further and further.

“St…Stop-!” Ryuji slurred, violently trembling from the continuous onslaught of intense, scalding pleasure, “My head-! My head feels weird-! Stop-!”

“We aren’t done yet.” Kamoshida panted, rolling Ryuji over onto his back. Sliding his hands underneath his knees, he shoved his legs open wide. He continued to thrust into him. With every collision of their bodies, Ryuji’s still rock hard cock swung wildly between his trembling thighs. Wailing at the top of his lungs, no longer able to make any kind of coherent complaint, Ryuji grabbed hold of the front of Kamoshida’s shirt, hanging on for dear life as the pleasure threatened to consume him. Why…why?! Why did it have to feel so good-?! Why did this bastard’s cock have to make him feel this incredible-?!

Laughing once more, he sneered, “Look at you. Don’t have any idea what kind of face you’re making. I wonder what your friends and teammates would say if they could see you right now. Maybe I’ll take a video and show them.”

“No-!” Ryuji sobbed, “Pleash-! Pleash-! I’ll be good-! I’ll be good-! Don’t show them-!”

“Then you had better behave yourself.” Kamoshida said sternly, “Or maybe…videos of you wailing like a bitch in heat as you take my cock will end up on the internet. Hell, I might even invite a few friends over to help me break you in. How’s that sound, Ryuji?”

“No-! No-! I’ll behave-! I promise-! I promise-!”

“Good boy.” Kamoshida said with mocking sweetness, “Now, since you decided to give me sass, you’re not going to go to practice. You’re gonna stay here until you’ve thought about what you’ve done and have made up for it. Do you understand, Ryuji?”

Sniffling, Ryuji nodded shakily, “Yes.”

“Yes what, Ryuji?”

Flinching, Ryuji forced himself to look up into those cold, cruel eyes. Kamoshida was grinning widely, looking more like a predator with its maw wide open, about to gobble up its tasty meal than a human. For a split second, Ryuji could’ve torn out his throat with his fingers but the moment passed quickly. No matter how much he tried to fight against this, he couldn’t pull himself free. Something in him…something that he never realized was there until Kamoshida wrenched to the front of his mind…longed to be treated like this. He hated Kamoshida with every ounce of his being. He wouldn’t shed one single fucking tear if he got fired tomorrow and disappeared off the face of the earth…but that didn’t change the fact that he…he, for some twisted reason, wanted nothing more than to spread his legs and be fucked into a filthy mess by him.

“Yes…sir…”

“There you go. That wasn’t so hard, was it? Now,” Kamoshida shifted back, sliding his cock out of Ryuji’s drenched, twitching hole, “show me how remorseful you are.”

Swallowing hard, already beginning to badly need that cock back inside him, Ryuji reached down and around to spread his ass open wide. In a soft, trembling voice, he whispered, “P-Please, sir, fill me up. Stuff me full with your big cock. I…I want it…I want your cock…inside me…please…”

Kamoshida’s grin grew even wider. Standing up, he plopped back down in his chair, gesturing vaguely as his thick length, “Come on, then. Show me how much you want it.”

“Yes…sir…”

Ryuji clumsily got to his feet. He stumbled over to Kamoshida, spun around and scooted back until his butt brushed against his cock. Shuddering, his breath catching in his throat, he reached down again to spread himself open. It was awkward in this position but he managed to get the positioning just right. After sucking in a deep breath, he slammed his hips down, taking in every inch of Kamoshida’s length. Crying out loudly, he began to rapidly bounce up and down. He hated this…he hated every moment of it…but…he couldn’t get enough!