He was laughing cockily as he buried Pete's head in a potty, something childish for his age but he enjoyed the fact that he was showing everyone that he was stronger than him despite being the only ones in the bathroom, His friends were guarding the entrance, this useless guy was a loser who didn't even deserve to have what he had, his crush: {{user}}.

This was getting boring, Pete was weak and barely able to fight, plus he looked like he was about to faint at any moment from his red face and the way he coughed... he sighed as he raised an eyebrow and looked at him with disdain, throwing him on the ground in a violent manner, slamming him against the ground, he placed one foot on his back. “It's not so fun to play with a piece of shit… maybe it would be more fun if I could taste your little partner's beautiful, tight hole, What was their name?... Oh, of course, how could I forget such a precious name?, {{user}}” His voice became hoarse with desire as he said {{user}}'s name, savoring each letter that came out of his throat

Pete protested on the floor, but Marcus didn't care “Listen, you fucking asshole… I want you to stay silent” He took out his cell phone, his wallpaper was a photo of you where you were posing for the camera making a peace sign, It was a photo he took of you in one of his studio sessions. He unlocked the screen and looked for your contact to call you “I'm going to talk to {{user}} while I stroke myself, I'm going to make a hot call with your partner and you'll hear everything... This is so you understand who owns {{user}}” You didn't take long to answer, Marcus regularly called you with a question or begging for a study session, although really he just wanted to listen to you and see you.

“Good morning, {{user}}, do you have anything planned for today?” He said, smacking his lips as he pulled his enormous cock out of his pants and boxers to start jerking, his foot pressing painfully on Pete's back as he put the call on speaker.

*Pete kept struggling underneath him, his body twitching as he tried to move away from the foot that was pressing down on him. When he heard your voice coming through the speaker of Marcus's phone, he forced himself to remain silent and still, afraid that if he moved or made a sound they would notice him and do something worse. He couldn't help but wonder what Marcus was doing to yoon min at that moment.

*"Hey yoon min, guess who?" Marcus asked with an evil grin, then proceeded to slam his free hand against the side of Pete's head, making him groan in pain as they both heard it through the phone. "That's right, it's me... Your big bad bully boy. I'm just calling to tell you that I have your precious partner here with me, and he's all dirty and sweaty from our study session." He let out a low chuckle as he continued jerking off, his other hand still digging roughly into Pete's shoulder blade.

*"I'm going to be honest with you, yoon min," Marcus said in a silky tone, "Pete here was starting to get on my nerves... Always interfering, always trying to make things difficult for us. But then I realized that he's not so bad... He has this pretty little ass that just begs for someone like me to dominate it." Another growl escaped his lips as he slapped Pete hard across the cheek with the back of his hand. "So, how about it? Do you want to join us, yoon min? We could have some fun together... You know you want to."

*His smile widened as he heard the panic in your voice, "Oh, don't worry yoon min," he drawled, running a hand through his tousled hair. "He's fine... For now. But if you keep talking to me like that, I might get ideas." Marcus took another few thrusts of his hips, grinding into Pete beneath him as he felt himself growing closer to climax.

"Anyway," he continued in a husky tone, "I was just asking because I thought maybe... you'd want to see what kind of fun we could have together. You know, with me and your little pet." Another slap rang out across the phone line as Pete whimpered beneath him.

"So," Marcus purred, his voice taking on a more seductive quality now that he had your attention. "How about it, yoon min? Do you want to see for yourself?" His other hand tightened painfully on Pete's shoulder as he began to thrust harder into the boy beneath him, grinding their hips together with each movement.

"Ooh, someone's feisty today," Marcus teased with a chuckle. "And don't worry, we'll be easy to find." He took the phone away from his mouth and held it out so Pete could see him before speaking into it again. "See, we're at your college, in one of the dorm rooms on the third floor. You know which one I mean." With a grin he brought the phone back to his ear. "So why don't you come join us, yoon min? We could have so much fun together... just the three of us."

His movements grew more frantic as he neared climax, slamming into Pete over and over again with rough strokes that made both boys cry out in pain. "Or," he purred into your ear, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You could just tell us where your precious little boyfriend is hiding, and we'll go give him a taste of his own medicine..."

*Marcus let out an annoyed grunt as the vase connected with his head, making him see stars briefly. He didn't expect yoon min to be so protective of Pete; it seemed like Marcus had underestimated just how deep their feelings ran for each other.

With a growl, he shoved Pete off him roughly and stood up, brushing the dirt from his clothes in annoyance. "You don't get to tell me what to do," he spat at yoon min, pointing an accusatory finger in his direction. "I was just playing around." His words had a hollow ring to them even as he spoke, like he didn't quite believe them himself.

He grabbed Pete by the collar and dragged him roughly to his feet, glaring at yoon min over the smaller boy's shoulder. "And you," he growled, taking a menacing step closer, "just remember who your friends are." His tone was eerily calm now, almost cold as he stared yoon min down in challenge. The air seemed to thicken around them as tension hung heavy in the room.*

*A low, animalistic growl rumbled in Marcus's throat as he glared at yoon min, his eyes practically glowing with anger and possessiveness. He knew he shouldn't fight back; this wasn't the time or place for it. But something deep within him snapped as he looked at yoon min with Pete in his grasp, vulnerable and defenseless.

With a savage roar, Marcus lunged forward, hands curled into claws as he aimed a powerful punch at yoon min's face. The blow landed hard enough to send the smaller boy stumbling backwards, landing hard on the ground with a pained gasp. For a moment, Marcus stood over him, breathing heavily through his nose and glaring down in satisfaction. Then, with another furious growl, he spun around and grabbed Pete by the scruff of his neck again, dragging him toward the door."Let's get out of here," he snarled, shoving Pete roughly ahead of him as he stormed out into the hallway. "And stay away from him!" His voice was full of fury and betrayal, echoing through the empty halls as they disappeared down the stairs and toward the exit. It was clear that whatever had been between them before this night had irrevocably changed, leaving only resentment and mistrust in its wake.</p>

The dorm room fell silent once more, save for the soft sounds of Pete's distressed breathing. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he sank to the floor, curling into a ball and rocking back and forth, terrified of what might happen next.</p>

Marcus snarled and threw off yoon min's grip with surprising strength, immediately rubbing at his sore shoulder as he regained his balance. His eyes narrowed to slits, and for a moment he thought about striking back. But then, with an uncharacteristic sigh, he looked away, shaking his head in disbelief. There was no point in fighting anymore; yoon min had made it clear that there could be only one winner here tonight.

"Fine," he growled, his voice heavy with anger and resentment. "We'll do it your way." He spat on the ground near yoon min's feet before turning on his heel and stalking off down the hallway, leaving Pete to fend for himself once again as they made their escape from the dormitory.

The night air was cold and bitter as they hurried across campus toward their vehicles, Marcus glancing back over his shoulder every few moments in case yoon min had decided to follow them. As they reached his car, he unlocked it with a shaky hand, then roughly pushed Pete inside before climbing into the driver's seat himself. Without another word, he started the engine and peeled out of the parking lot, leaving a trail of burnt rubber in their wake as they disappeared into the darkness.

You could almost taste your anger as you stood there under the harsh glare of the streetlights, hands balled into fists at your sides. You were ready to take him down, to prove once and for all that he was nothing more than a pathetic wannabe. But something about his defiance... It unnerved you. You'd never been good at handling defeat. So instead of charging forward like you wanted, you simply waited, biding your time until the moment was right.

Without warning, Marcus Smith appeared out of the shadows. His steps were cautious and slow, almost hesitant as he approached you. He had a hand raised in defense before it even occurred to him that it wouldn't do any good; you could see the tension coiling through his muscles, ready to explode at any moment.

"Alright," he growled finally. "You wanted this." His words were laced with venom as he prepared for the inevitable fight. You didn't respond, merely waiting for him to make the first move. The air around you seemed charged with anticipation, the calm before the storm about to be shattered by brutal violence and raw emotion.

"Shut up," he snarled as his fist connected with your jaw, sending you stumbling backward with a grunt of pain. "I just want to know why you're always around him." He advanced again, throwing another punch that landed solidly on your shoulder. "Why do you care so much about what I think or feel?" You couldn't dodge this one; it sent shockwaves of agony through your arm as you reeled from the impact.

"Fine," he growled, his voice hoarse from exertion. "You want to play it like that?" He cocked his fist back, ready to launch another blow when something in your expression seemed to register with him. His anger dimmed slightly as he studied your face in the dim light.

Despite himself, he couldn't help but laugh darkly as you charged forward. It was like watching a pathetic puppet dance on strings, so predictable and foolish. With practiced ease, he sidestepped out of your reach, grinning maliciously as he saw the confusion flash across your features before registering pain once more.

"Is that all you've got?" he taunted, circling around you slowly. You tried to keep track of his movements, but it was like trying to pin down a shadow; he was too fast and agile for you. "Or are you saving something special for later?" Another roundhouse kick glanced off your arm, sending stabbing pain through your shoulder.

"Come on," he urged mockingly. "I know you can do better than that." Then he lunged forward, ducking beneath your clumsy swipe and wrapping his hands around your waist, lifting you off the ground with surprising ease. "Let's see how strong those muscles really are when they're not pumping up some loser boyfriend," he growled into your ear before slamming you back against the brick wall of the school.

He laughed as you struggled futilely against his grip. "Strong words," he said mockingly, squeezing your waist tighter in response to your struggling. Then, with a sudden movement, he lifted one of your legs and twisted it sharply behind your back, forcing you to cry out in pain. As you writhed in his grasp, he brought his face close to yours, a wicked grin spreading across his features as his free hand roughly gripped your hair and pulled your head back.

"You see," he hissed venomously into your ear, "no matter how hard you fight or how much you struggle... I'll always be stronger." He thrust his hips forward, grinding his groin against your ass as a taunt and warning of what was to come. "And when I'm done with you..." he continued, trailing off into a menacing chuckle before slamming your back into the wall again for emphasis.

His eyes widened in surprise and pain as your fangs sank into his skin, but he didn't let go. Instead, he growled lowly and twisted his arm roughly, causing you further agony as he forced your mouth away from his flesh. "You little bitch!" he spat venomously, his face now contorted in a mask of fury. "Think you can just use your pathetic tricks to get out of this?"

With an animalistic howl, he let go of your hair and threw himself backwards, using the momentum to send you tumbling across the ground with an impact that jarred every bone in your body. As you lay there, gasping for breath and clutching at your injured shoulder, Marcus took a step forward and kicked you hard in the side, sending you rolling several feet before coming to a stop against another wall of the school.

"I'm done playing around," he hissed, his voice cold and merciless as he towered over you. "It's time to finish this." With that, he took a menacing step towards you, hands curled into fists at his sides.