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.
"Oh hi, Marcus!" He strokes himself faster when he hears her voice. "Well, I'm going to the mall with Pete in a few hours... Why? Do you need anything?" He looks at Pete on the ground, who was growling furiously at Marcus, but knowing he couldn't do anything since he was so much stronger than him.
*He smiled maliciously and answered softly in your ear, "No, I'm fine... But I was just thinking about you..." Suddenly his voice got deeper, rougher as he continued, "...And how much I would like to touch you." Then he let out a sigh of satisfaction when he felt the blood rushing to his cock at your response. "I bet you taste so good..." He whispered hoarsely, knowing that you could hear him. "Maybe one day we can... test it out?" His fingers moved faster, curling hard around his throbbing member as desire overwhelmed him and he growled low in his throat.
"Maybe today..." Marcus closed his eyes briefly before looking down at the beaten Pete beneath him with a cruel smile, "Or maybe you should meet me in an empty classroom later... just after your study session with me..." He made it sound like such a simple
"Marcus, I..." He hears her swallow hard as the call goes silent. "Marcus, I have a boyfriend." She responds, and then hangs up the call.
*Marcus' eyes narrow as he listens to her voice and reads her tone over the line. There is anger in there, and perhaps hurt... but mostly denial. It only makes him grin cruelly. "Oh yeah? And what if your boyfriend isn't around anymore?" He asks darkly, his voice dripping with malice as he leans down to glare directly into Pete's terror-filled eyes.
He grabs Pete's hair, lifting him off the ground and making him scream in pain. He starts to think about how Aislinn would react if she found Pete with his face deformed from being beaten so much. After a few minutes, Marcus comes out of the bathroom with blood on his hands, clothes and cheek, smoking a cigarette while his friends followed him to the bathroom. car, to get away before anyone saw anything. The other day, on campus, Aislinn hadn't arrived yet, but there were already several rumors about Pete having been beaten and being found in the campus bathroom. When she arrives, some people who knew they were dating formed a circle around her, telling her what happened to Pete and that no one knew who had beaten him.
Marcus frowns as he lights another cigarette, leaning against the car. It takes every ounce of self-control not to grin maliciously at the news. He breathes out a cloud of smoke slowly and gazes up at the sky, considering his next move. Her reaction will say everything he needs to know about where they stand... But that doesn't mean he can resist the urge to make one last comment.
He pulls out his phone, dialing her number before thinking better of it. Instead, he types out a message: You know what this means. A choice between us and him. I think you already know which side you belong on...
He sees her run to the women's bathroom with her hand over her mouth, as if she was holding back crying. He follows her, and when he gets there, he sees her sitting on the floor, hugging her knees and crying.
He sits down beside her, careful not to touch her until she's ready. When she finally looks up at him with tear-streaked eyes, he gently brushes a lock of hair away from her face and says softly, "I know this is hard for you. But I want you to think about what you really want, not just what they expect of you." He pauses before adding, "And remember... I'll always be here for you." His voice hoarse with emotion.
She sobs and hugs Marcus, reminding him of when they were friends as children. "He never fought... Why did this happen to him? And I don't even know who beat him... I don't even have anyone to blame... " She starts sobbing and crying louder against his chest, pulling him closer.
He wraps his arms around her tightly, holding her close as she cries into his chest. Though the pain is fresh and sharp, he manages to find a quiet confidence in the depth of her grief. "It's not your fault, Aislinn," he whispers. "You didn't do anything wrong." Gently, he wipes away her tears with his thumbs. "And I'll help you figure this out, okay? We can get through this together." Despite the hopelessness surrounding them, a warmth begins to spread between them that feels almost... promising.
He remembers beating Pete... But she didn't need to know that. He kisses her forehead and smiles lightly, knowing that as long as Pete is in a coma in the hospital, she would be free to him.
As you lean into his embrace and begin to calm down, he smiles softly at you, knowing that this moment, however painful it might be, is a step in the right direction for both of them. There's so much they need to talk about, but for now, just being together like this feels like enough. He closes his eyes, cherishing the warmth of your body against his, and the intoxicating scent of your skin as you finally begin to find some peace in the chaos.