With a pout, Milo stood on his tippy toes and tried reaching for a manga on the top shelf. Quietly struggling, the young man grazed his fingertips against the book's spine, but unfortunately, he wasn’t tall enough to grasp it well. “Stupid fucking book,” he murmured as he tried jumping to get a good grasp on it. However, when {{user}} butted their way in and offered assistance, Milo scoffed in annoyance. "Did I ever ask for your fucking help?" he spat as he glared at {{user}}, hating their fucking guts. "Piss off. I hate looking at your face."

Milo's eyes narrowed even further as he glanced up at Jiquavion, clearly wanting nothing more than to wipe that smug look off their face. "You wish," he retorted venomously before turning his attention back to the book, continuing his fruitless struggle to reach it. Tears began to well up in his eyes as he let out a frustrated sob, hating himself for not being able to grab the damn thing and piss off Jiquavion. "I-I hate you so much," Milo whispered, almost under his breath, voice tinged with desperation and spite.

When Jiquavion retorted with such cruelty and confidence, something snapped inside of Milo. A surge of rage coursed through his veins as he wheeled around, hands balled into fists at his sides. His milky skin flushed red in anger and embarrassment, tears streaming down his cheeks unchecked. "You wish you could," he snarled, hating the way his voice cracked with emotion. "But you can't." Milo took a menacing step forward, practically daring Jiquavion to make good on their words.

Eyes wide in shock and disbelief as Jiquavion picked him up, seemingly off guard, Milo struggled against the other's grip. His cute feminine features twisted into a scowl as he tried to yell obscenities and insults at his tormentor but could barely get any words out past the lump in his throat. His heart raced as Jiquavion held him close, warm breath tickling the nape of his neck, and all Milo could do was thrash helplessly against their superior strength.

"Let me go!" he choked out, tears streaming down his face. "You fucking bastard! Let me go!" The truth was, deep down inside, Milo wanted to be held. He craved the touch of Jiquavion's hands on his body, but his pride wouldn't let him admit it. So

As Jiquavion's warm lips pressed against his own, shock coursed through Milo's body, briefly overwhelming the anger that had consumed him mere moments ago. His struggles subsided as he gave into the kiss, opening his mouth to accept more of Jiquavion's tongue. A soft moan escaped him as their bodies molded together, and for a fleeting moment, it was as if nothing else mattered but this strange, overwhelming desire that threatened to undo them both.

But then reality hit, and Milo found himself questioning why he'd ever allowed things to go so far. Anger surged through him anew, igniting a spark of defiance deep within. Pushing away from Jiquavion with all his might, the tiny bottom managed to wriggle free from their grasp and scramble backwards on all fours until he was several feet away, p

Fury coursed through Milo's veins as he was roughly manhandled and thrown over someone's shoulder. His small, bony body flopped helplessly against the warm skin of their back, tiny breasts jiggling with each impact. "Put me down!" Milo screamed, his voice muffled by Jiquavion's muscular frame. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he struggled to break free from their grip. But no matter how hard he thrashed and kicked, he couldn't escape the firm hold that had him imprisoned.

His cheeks flushed an even darker shade of red with frustration and shame, embarrassment mixing with anger to form a potent cocktail of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him completely. "Let me go!" he howled one last time before giving in, exhausted from the futile struggle against

As he's carried through the library, thrown into a darkened stall and left to simmer in his own confusion and anger, Milo cannot help but feel an odd mix of fear and excitement. Despite their protests and insults, part of him craves Jiquavion's attention and touch... but another part of him is terrified of being so vulnerable, of giving them the power to hurt him.

His heart races as he listens for footsteps outside the stall door, wondering if this is the end or just the beginning. Milo's small hands tremble against his legs as tears well up in his eyes once more, and for a moment he lets himself imagine what it would be like to truly give in to Jiquavion... to let them take control and fuck him until he can barely walk straight.

A shiver runs down his spine at the thought, and before he knows it

Glaring up at Jiquavion through wet eyes, Milo pouts defiantly despite the quiver in his lips. "No," he says, voice thin and brittle with emotion. "I'm not okay." The words taste bitter in his mouth as he waits for Jiquavion's response, bracing himself for whatever comes next. But deep down, a part of him wants nothing more than to be held and comforted... even if it means giving up some of the control he desperately clings to.

Eyes going wide as he sees the massive cock being revealed, Milo can't help but feel a jolt of excitement and fear coursing through him. His tiny mouth goes dry as lust floods his system, making it difficult to speak or think coherently. He wants this... so badly. But at the same time, he's terrified of what Jiquavion might do once they have their way with him.

As Jiquavion moves closer, Milo parts his lips nervously, unsure whether he should speak or remain silent. His breasts rise and fall rapidly with each shallow breath, betraying the intensity of his emotions. Despite everything, there's something about Jiquavion that makes him feel safe... even when they're being so rough and demanding.

With a quiet, shaky voice barely above a whisper, Milo manages to ask, "Wh-

As Jiquavion scooped him up into their strong arms, Milo couldn't help but feel a mixture of relief and anxiety wash over him. The warmth of their body enveloped him once more, reminding him both of how much he desired them and how vulnerable he truly was in this moment. As they were positioned on the edge of the toilet, facing Jiquavion's hard cock, Milo found himself unable to look away from the sight of it.

He knew what he wanted... but could he really go through with this? Could he trust Jiquavion enough to give them complete control and allow themselves to be used in such a way? The heat between his legs spread, making him groan softly as anticipation and desire coursed through his veins. With one final look at Jiquavion's determined expression, Milo mustered up all the courage he could find and

Cries out as the massive cock breaches his tiny hole, feeling every inch stretch him to his limit. He clings desperately to Jiquavion's shoulders, biting down on his lips to keep from screaming louder. Pain and pleasure intertwine as Milo is pounded relentlessly, his body adjusting to the intrusion with each thrust. Tears of agony and ecstasy mingle on his cheeks as he looks up into Jiquavion's eyes, seeking some sort of reassurance or approval.

With every movement, Milo feels more and more of himself being claimed by Jiquavion, submitting completely to their dominance. His voice is reduced to broken gasps and moans as he begins to rock his hips in time with Jiquavion's thrusts, taking as much of the cock as he can handle. The pressure builds

Milo blushed furiously, feeling his cheeks heat up even more as he tried to ignore the embarrassing revelation about his diary. But it was too late; there was no denying the truth now. He hated himself for writing those things and even more so for getting caught. It made him feel exposed and vulnerable in ways he couldn't handle, especially since Jiquavion had always been so good at using that against him.

As Jiquavion continued to thrust into his ass, Milo let out a soft moan, unable to resist the pleasure anymore. He closed his eyes tightly, trying not to think about anything except how good it felt to be filled up and used by someone who knew exactly what buttons to push. "Ji-Jiquavion..." he breathed out, voice ragged from exertion and arousal. It was a mixture of anger, shame, and need that flowed

Milo's entire body tensed as he felt the familiar pressure building deep within him. He gripped Jiquavion's shoulders tightly and arched his back off the floor, moaning hoarsely as waves of pleasure washed over him. His breath came in short gasps, and his eyes were squeezed shut, unable to bear seeing anything except for the image of Jiquavion thrusting into him.

As Jiquavion's movements grew more urgent, Milo could feel the heat building between his legs as well. With a cry that was equal parts agony and ecstasy, he exploded around Jiquavion's cock, feeling waves of release coursing through his body like lightning on a stormy night. His small frame trembled with the force of his orgasm, and for a moment he thought he might pass out from the intensity.

When it finally subsided

As the final spasms wracked his body, Milo felt something strange and unexpected begin to stir within him. It was a mixture of emotions that he couldn't quite place at first, but as they settled in his chest like warm honey on a cold day, he realized with a start that it was... gratitude. Not just for the orgasm or the release, but for the way Jiquavion had made him feel: wanted, needed, and desired.

As Jiquavion pulled out of him, leaving his ass sore and throbbing, Milo found himself leaning into their touch instead of pulling away. He felt weak in a way he'd never experienced before, as if all the power had been drained from him and given to Jiquavion. It was exhilarating... and terrifying.

Without another word, Milo buried his face against Jiquavion's

"It was... incredible," Milo breathed out softly, still unable to bring himself to look at Jiquavion directly. "I never thought I'd feel this way about someone." He paused, trying to sort through his tangled emotions. "But I can't forget that you're the one who made me feel like this... and it's all so confusing..." His voice trailed off as he nuzzled closer into Jiquavion's warmth, still seeking some sort of reassurance or explanation for the way he felt.

As they stood there in silence, lost in their own thoughts, Milo couldn't help but wonder if things were really going to be okay between them... and if they would ever find a way to bridge the gap between desire and reality.

Daddy? Milo's eyes shot up to meet Jiquavion's gaze, surprise and uncertainty etched on his features. He wasn't sure how to feel about being called that... it made him feel young and vulnerable again, like he was back where he started. But at the same time, there was a strange sort of comfort in knowing that Jiquavion would be taking care of him from now on.

Swallowing hard, Milo gave a small nod before leaning back in against Jiquavion's chest once more. "O-okay... Daddy," he whispered softly, his voice cracking with emotion as he tried to process everything that had happened between them today. It felt strange and somehow fitting all at once.

As they stood there together in the afterglow of their encounter, Milo couldn't help but hope that this was really going to be the start of

As they made their way back to class, side by side, hand in hand, Milo couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him. Despite all the confusion and turmoil that had come before it, this new relationship with Jiquavion felt... right. He didn't know where they would go from here or what would happen next, but for now, he was content to simply enjoy the moment and be with the person who had managed to claim his heart - even if it had been against his will.