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Jamil tried shifting in his seat, but all it did was arouse him further as the plug dug deeper inside of him
Why did he agree to do this again?
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Kalim had seemed antsy all day, and for once, Jamil couldn’t get a read on him as to why. He didn’t have a fever, nor were there any significant events coming up, so why was he acting so restless? It was bothering Jamil greatly, he never struggled when it came to interpreting Kalim, so what on earth could he have been thinking about? Jamil wished he knew. And with the cursed curl of the monkey paw, Jamil soon got his answer.
“No way. You’re not putting that in me. Not during class.” Jamil shut Kalim down immediately when showed the new toy he bought. It was oddly fancy for a butt plug, the trinket was a smooth metallic texture with what looked like a diamond at the end of it, where on earth does Kalim find these things? Kalim responded with puppy eyes. Typical, he’s always been one to push.
“Aw come on, Jamil! Nobody’s gonna notice I swear!” He pouted, still holding out the plug.
“Why do you want me to wear this so bad anyway?”
The truth was, the image in his head of Jamil squirming around plugged up in public made Kalim’s cock throb in anticipation. It made him feel a bit shameful for being so perverted, but not enough for him to keep the thought to himself. He had several classes with Jamil as they were in the same year (and Kalim’s parents paid Crowley off to sort them together) so he would get to see it all unfold.
And yet, Jamil’s answer remained the same.
“Absolutely not.”
Kalim sighed with the face of a dejected puppy
“Oh alright….I should’ve known that you wouldn’t want to do it. You’ve never been able to handle the threat of embarrassment very well anyway..”
Jamil’s eyes snapped up
“Pardon?”
“I mean, you’re such a careful person. If something had the chance of going wrong you won’t do it, that’s just how you are, it’s okay”
“That’s not true.”
“Jamil it’s alright, if you can’t do it you can’t do it.”
Jamil’s teeth grit together, he stepped closer to Kalim as if he was challenging him to a deal
“Yes I can.”
“No no really if you d-“
“No. I’m doing it. Give it to me, I’ll show you just how well I can handle myself, master.”
Kalim sighed and handed it over “Well if you insist…”
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He completely and utterly fell for it, and was paying the price for his inability to see past Kalim’s tricks to get him to indulge in his perverted fantasies disguised as benevolence. Every small movement, every breath, and God forbid someone drops something heavy and vibrates the floor which inevitably vibrates his chair…
He stares at the clock. 20 minutes until gym class. 20 minutes until he and Kalim were in the same class.
Thankfully, it was better when he stood up. Sitting in a chair keeps the plug firmly in his ass, and when he moves he may as well be riding a cock, but when he’s standing it feels less like a dildo and more like a literal plug, stuffing his ass just enough to make it feel clogged.
In the few seconds Jamil hadn’t been paying attention to his surroundings, the room shook and he was momentarily bounced out of his chair before aggressively landing back down. He put his hands over his mouth to stifle a loud moan at the sudden feeling of the plug going deeper into his ass. Very few people noticed, but he unfortunately sat next to Azul, someone who had a keen eye for when something was amiss.
Azul had been giving him small suspicious glances during class already, but had no solid proof there was anything actually off about the boy. That was until that ferocious explosion lifted the students up from their seats for a mere moment. When Jamil’s hands flung to his mouth, Azul figured he had connected the pieces. Jamil was clearly sick, the poor soul. He figured he shall graciously offer to take Jamil to the infirmary (and possibly discuss the possibility of Jamil’s transfer to octavinelle if the topic so happen to come up naturally) but before he opened his mouth, something caught his eye.
Jamil’s thighs shook ever so slightly as he breathed faster momentarily before forging himself to calm down again, his face half flushed. Azul’s eyebrow raised, was his stomach truly troubling him so much as to where he was quivering so uncharacteristically? As his head turned to offer his assistance to Jamil, he saw something he knew he wasn’t supposed to. Jamil was…visibly stiff. No, not just in his posture, but in his…nether regions?
Azul’s brain paused, this was an unfamiliar situation to him. What could have possibly aroused him so to get in such a preposterous position during class hours? Does he have no shame?
Azul’s mouth opened to interrogate him, but just as it did, the bell rang out. Jamil shot up out of his seat and quickly left the classroom. Azul had a sneaking suspicion that Jamil had caught on to the merman discovering his little secret.
He would let it slide without further question for now, but put the information in his back pocket in case the need for blackmail on Jamil ever arose.
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Jamil panted as he walked towards the field at the front of campus for his phys-ed class. He had caught a glance of Azul’s eyes possibly lingering on him as he left, but his mind was too clouded with humiliation and arousal to pay any mind to what he may or may not have seen. He had other things on his mind right now, and that thing had just walked right up next to him, peppy as ever.
“Jamil!” Kalim hugged him from behind, it wasn’t an unusual move from the housewarden, but he could feel the minuscule buck of Kalim’s hips pushing the plug further in ever so slightly.
He was teasing him, and Jamil hated how it made his arousal pool further in his gut.
“Kalim!” He whisper-yelled, pulling the energetic boy to the side.
“You are *severely pushing it,* Kalim.” He growled in a low tone
“Pushing what?” Kalim beamed with fake innocence, not bothering to lower his tone, “is there something bothering you, Jamil?”
Jamil grit his teeth aggressively. The second they got back to the dorm he was going to plow Kalim so hard he’d forget any of this ever transpired, but unfortunately his vengeful fantasies didn’t allow him to escape from the current situation.
He was allowed to take it out at any time, there was nothing stopping him from going to the bathroom and calling it a quits, no force preventing him from taking this whole dumb challenge and throwing it away. Nothing at all,
Nothing besides his own stubborn pride, and he refused to lose his dignity to the likes of Kalim Al-Asim.
“No. There’s nothing bothering me at all. This is…this is perfectly easy.” He huffed, turning his red face away from Kalim’s. Kalim smiled, beaming as if he was completely clueless to the object plugging up his vice housewarden.
Jamil was refusing to look Kalim in the eye during class, and it was starting to annoy him. He had planned on saving this until they got back to the dorm, but surely a little buzz wouldn’t hurt.
Kalim rummaged in his pocket, Jamil was curious as to what he was doing before he let out a sudden gasp as he felt a vibration course through his body. He saw a remote peeking out of Kalim’s pocket and his face went full red
“What the hell?! Kalim never said anything about vibrations…!” The thought protruded through his head as the sensations filled his asshole and tickled his prostate. His knees bucked as he breath shook and he fell to a kneel on the floor, holding his painfully aroused lower stomach. He could feel his dick leaking pre-cum, all he could do is pray it wasn’t showing up on his shorts at all.
“Wow, what’s wrong with sea-snakey?” Floyd questioned, leaning over slightly as he tilts his head at his twin brother. “Totally collapsed.”
Jade gave a false confused look towards Floyd “I have no idea. Perhaps we should ask him.” He chuckled, a mischievous and knowing tone in his voice.
The surrounding students started closing in, each more inquisitive than the last
“What’s wrong?”
“Is he okay?”
“Is something happening?”
Kalim registered the situation Jamil was now in and crouched down and grabbed him by the waist, pulling him back to his feet
“Woah! I should get you to the nurse!” He picked up Jamil as he turned off the vibrations, making Jamil whine quietly from the lack of stimulation. Of course, he knew well that Jamil didn’t need a doctor, but he felt he should get him away from the crowd, and his collapse made Kalim feel guilty.
Kalim quickly set Jamil down on behind a small shack used as a backup shed, if was extremely rare for anyone to go near it, so he felt it was a good spot.
“Sorry!” He pleaded awkwardly in a squeaky tone “I didn’t mean for it to go that far, let me—“
Just as Kalim reached down to Jamil to help him remove the butt plug, Jamil shakily grabbed his hand. The vice housewarden look up at Kalim, panting and red.
“Kalim…fuck me”
Kalim blinked in surprise
“Wait..what?”
Jamil grabbed his arm and tugged. “..I need…hah…” sweat formed on his face as he pathetically pulled at Kalim and whined. “Please…”
Kalim stood there taken aback for just another moment before leaning down, slowly undoing his belt. He was getting red and started panting slightly, visibly turned on
“Are…you sure?”
The only response he got was an impatient groan and another tug, which was a clear answer to him.
Kalim let out a deep breath as he quickly started undoing the buttons on his pants, his boner pressing painfully against the fabric. He knew it was perverted, but whenever he saw Jamil’s face tinted red like this with his eyebrows scrunched, Kalim could almost come in his pants just from the sight. The worst part was that it wasn’t only when Jamil was acting in a way that was sexually charged. Shamefully, Kalim would get hard every now and again when Jamil got a fever. He hated that he was like this, but he couldn’t help it. Jamil’s face was just too appealing for him…
Kalim was pulled out of his daze as another loud loud whine left Jamil’s mouth and he felt Jamil press himself against Kalim desperately, wrapping his thighs around his waist as an attempt to get at least a minimal amount of friction. Kalim couldn’t take it anymore and practically ripped down his and Jamil’s uniform trousers, lifting the vice housewarden’s feet to his head, practically bending the boy in half.
Jamil moaned against the hand he was using to cover his mouth as he felt Kalim’s wet fingers enter his pulsing asshole,he hadn’t thought to bring lube with him. Jamil’s hands trembled as he grabbed Kalim’s wrist that was being used to hold his legs up, giving him a pleading look. He wanted the real thing, he couldn’t take it anymore.
Jamil’s shaky hand gripped his ass cheek, spreading the two apart to draw attention to his pulsing desperate hole. Kalim let out a deep groan as he preaching ripped his pant down and mounted Jamil like an animal in rut, clinging his arms around his waist before desperately pounding.
“Ha….hah…Jamil…ah…” Kalim whimpered, his nails gripping into the boys flesh “its..r-really tight..”
Jamil slammed his hips back against Kalim’s pulsing cock needily. He needed more, and he needed it now.
“Harder..”
Kalim stuttered “Huh?”
“I said harder dammit!” Jamil once again clammed his hips backwards, earning a squeak of surprise before Kalim understood the request.
He wrapped his left arm completely around the hips of the boy infront of him with his other on the floor for balance before moving more aggressively, grunting inbetween the violent thrusts. Jamil could only pray no one was around as his moans had begun to sound more like screams as time went on. His hands clenched into fists as sweat poured down the front of his face.
“Kalim-“ he panted “Kalim I’m- I’m gonna-“
“Not yet.” Kalim huffed, grabbing Jamil’s cock with the hand that had been wrapped snuggly around his waist. He rubbed his finger across the slit of his tip, making Jamil moan in pleasure-filled agony. The pressure was mounting and it was killing him, but the rubbing of his sensitive tip made it too overstimulating to focus on cumming. His mind completely blocked out any noise being made now, though he could only assume he was screaming at this point as the feeling of skin slapping together grew faster. He could feel Kalim’s hand tremble as he let go with a whimper, gripping Jamil’s thighs as his back arched.
“Fuck!”
“Ahhh..!”
At what could practically be considered the exact same time, ropes of cum shit out from Jamil onto the wood below them as he felt his ass being filled.
“Hey!” Jamil grunted, his mind clearer now “what have I said about coming inside?!”
“Sorry…” Kalim whined “Couldn’t help it.”
Jamil, albeit extremely wobbly, managed to stand up with the help of the wall
“Ugh…what a mess…really need to clean this up before anyone else comes in. Last thing I need is my sex life being broadcasted.”
“Shouldn’t you shower first?” Kalim asked, still sitting on the floor, “to like…clean yourself out.” Jamil rolled his eyes at the question.
“Kalim, please. This is not the first nor the last time you’ve come inside, I’m pretty used to it at this point. Now grab a mop and your pants before anyone sees this…”
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