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The inside of the classroom was bright and sterile. The smell of old chalk tickled Kaito's nostrils as he rested his cheek in his palm, not caring at all how obvious it was that he wasn't paying attention to the lesson. There were rows upon rows of desks facing their teacher, all filled with students, many of whom looked similarly bored out of their minds.
Kaito stared past the teacher and into the blackboard with cold, dead eyes. At least, that's how his classmates perceived him. Internally, he was all too aware of what was happening two rows ahead of him: Kokichi had dropped his eraser, and the popular green-haired boy that sat next to him had bent down to pick it up. He smiled and said something softly as he handed it back to him.
Kaito could see Kokichi's face, the way he offered a tight-lipped smile in response but said nothing. The popular boy leaned slightly towards him and whispered something more, but Kokichi only stared stiffly ahead, perfectly silent. He must have felt Kaito's eyes burning into the back of his head, but he didn't dare look around.
Kokichi hadn't fucked up for once, but the scene nonetheless stirred something unpleasant in Kaito's gut. He slipped his phone out of his pocket and sent a quick text to his friends (if they could even be called that, Kaito thought of them as lackeys if anything) telling them he wouldn't be joining them after school. If they insisted on knowing why, he'd tell them he was fucking some girl.
Which wasn't a total lie.
The bell rang and the teacher dismissed class. School was over. Kaito didn't move for a few seconds, just sitting there with an impassive expression on his face as the rest of the class started to collect their things and stand up to leave. Kokichi did the same and Kaito decided it was time. He got up out of his seat and paced down the aisle, careful not to make it too obvious he was coming towards Kokichi.
Kokichi didn't see him until Kaito reached and grabbed his shoulder, dragging the the boy towards him, making it impossible for him to run away. It took only a second before the slight struggling came to a grinding halt as Kaito's plaything realized just who was touching him.
"Oi," Kaito muttered, low and commanding. "Stay right there."
Kokichi didn't answer right away, his eyes darting around at the other students who were already starting to leave. A couple glanced at them before walking out the door, making no move to intervene. It was common knowledge that Kokichi was Kaito's personal errand boy and punching bag, and if anything, they seemed relieved by it. After all--better Kokichi than one of them, right? At least he was useful for something.
None of them knew the full details of what he was being used for, though.
Kokichi was about to say something when Kaito's hand shot out and grabbed him by the ear, tugging him closer, a warning not to try anything. "Wait for them to leave."
Kokichi went rigid and silent at the contact, his body shaking under Kaito's touch. It was as though he had never been touched by someone before, but that wasn't the case--Kaito enjoyed grabbing and manhandling him on a daily basis. He felt more than just skin under his fingers right now: he could feel the delicate tendons in Kokichi's shoulders, his bird bones, so easy to squeeze and shatter. Kokichi surely felt it, too. He stared back at Kaito, eyes wide as dinner plates and lips trembling.
They waited until the classroom was empty before Kaito let go of him and spoke again. "Turn around," he ordered, already feeling his cock hardening as he gazed down at Kokichi's nervous expression. "And put your hands on your desk."
"...Wh-what?" Kokichi stammered, dumbfounded, backing slightly away. "M-Momota-kun--you don't mean... h-here?"
"Did I fucking stutter?" Kaito growled, dropping his schoolbag down onto the floor. Kokichi jumped at the unexpected noise and stared down nervously at his feet, already shaking in fear. God, he was such a fucking weakling. Kaito sneered to himself, relishing in how easy it was to manipulate Kokichi these days. His control was growing stronger each day, and he loved it, relishing in the rush of power that came with being the center of attention, the one who held the reins. And now, that he possessed such influence over Kokichi, he could continue hurting him whenever he wanted.
How many times has he told Kokichi to bend over for him, or spread his legs wide? How often had he forced Kokichi into this exact position in his bedroom? And he still had the gall to act like a blushing virgin every time Kaito fucked him. In a way, it was amusing. But what was important was making sure that Kokichi would do anything he asked without question.
Kaito pressed forward, taking a step forward for each of Kokichi's steps backward until he had him pushed up against the wall. "If I want to fuck you here, I'm going to fuck you here," Kaito growled, using his height to tower over Kokichi, smirking at the fact that he had Kokichi completely trapped between him and the wall. The shorter boy shivered in response, biting back tears as Kaito ran his hand along Kokichi's thigh, pressing up against the front of his pants.
"Y-you said you weren't going to--" Kokichi started, squirming uncomfortably beneath him.
"I never promised you shit." Kaito silenced the smaller boy with a glare. "I said I might be busy today, but as it turns out, I've got plenty of free time."
"...O-okay," Kokichi mumbled and nodded, giving in easily. Of course he did, he knew better by now. "But, um, please, Momota-kun...not here... W-we'll get in trouble if we get caught."
"You fucking see anyone else around?"
Kokichi gave a weak shake of his head despite the rhetorical question; it had been drilled into him to answer all of Kaito's questions and orders quickly. Kaito grinned inwardly. That submissive sissy personality of his was as mockable as it was convenient.
"No, I don't..." Kokichi's violet eyes shifted uncertainly to the closed classroom door. It was a sliding door that didn't allow for any locks. "B-but... what if someone comes by...?"
"Then we'd better do it before that happens," Kaito snorted and smacked Kokichi's ass cheek lightly, earning a sharp gasp from the smaller boy. "Fuck, you're whiny today. Or is that what you're hoping for?" He lowered his head, bringing his lips close to the shell of Kokichi's ear until they were nearly touching. Kokichi trembled violently at the sensation, barely managing to hold himself together as he listened to Kaito murmur softly. "Is that what you want? Is that what gets you off? Do you want people to watch us while we fuck? Don't worry, I'll let you know if I find someone interested."
That got a reaction out of him. Kokichi jolted, his cheeks staining red, his big, glossy eyes meeting Kaito's dark gaze. "N-no! I don't want that! I swear!" he practically shouted.
There was an anxious quiver in his voice that betrayed just how afraid he was. Given Kaito's track record, when he got an idea in his head for a new form of sexual corruption to inflict on Kokichi, it was close to impossible to talk him out of it. The threatening glint in Kaito's eye that was telling Kokichi that the possibility of Kaito doing something like fucking him in front of someone else--or even with someone else--was all too real.
Unbeknownst to Kokichi, Kaito had no intentions of letting anyone else see Kokichi being fucked; if anyone did catch them, he might just kill that person without question. Setting aside the fact that he didn't want their true relationship getting out to the rest of the school, he wouldn't tolerate another person knowing how Kokichi's naked body or his slutty expressions looked. The very thought repulsed him.
Kokichi may be a weak, spineless little idiot, but as far as Kaito was concerned, Kokichi was his property. He lived and breathed because Kaito allowed him to. He existed to fulfill Kaito's wants.
And right now, Kaito wanted to fuck him.
"If you don't want that..." Kaito growled low in Kokichi's ear. "Put your hands on the desk and let me fuck you." A grin split across his lips as he watched Kokichi blush a deep scarlet all the way up to his ears.
Kaito grabbed his shoulder and shoved him harshly towards his desk, making him stumble and almost fall to the floor. "Hurry up."
"Y-yes sir!" Kokichi gasped, hastily obeying. Kaito rolled his eyes at the overly polite moniker. He hadn't even ordered Kokichi to call him that, the boy just defaulted to polite speech when he was especially desperate for people to be nice to him.
Kaito stepped back, watching Kokichi's hands shake slightly before they landed on the desktop. His cheeks were still bright red, his watery eyes downcast. Kokichi swallowed nervously, clearly waiting for Kaito to move behind him. For a moment, Kaito simply drank in the sight of him: bent over, with his ass pointed outwards, waiting obediently for whatever it was that Kaito planned to do.
Kaito came up behind him, mere inches away from Kokichi's quivering back. "And how am I supposed to fuck you like this?" he snapped, reaching out to grope what little fat there was on Kokichi's tiny butt, making him jolt. "Or do you want me to cut a hole in your pants? Undress, you little idiot. I shouldn't fucking have to tell you that much."
"I'm sorry!" Kokichi squeaked, hastily going for his belt. He started fumbling around awkwardly until his clumsy fingers finally managed to unfasten it and slip off the button holding his pants closed. He slipped them to his ankles along with his boxers, his bare thighs pressed together, giving Kaito an unobstructed view of his small but bubbly butt. His immediate compliance to show the most intimate parts of his body was a far cry from when they'd first started and Kaito had to continuously pry his hands away to keep him from covering himself.
Kaito licked at his lips hungrily, already imagining his cock buried deep between those pale, round cheeks. The bruises Kaito had left on him a week or so ago had almost healed; you wouldn't ever guess by looking at him that this kid was getting his brains fucked out almost on a daily basis. That wouldn't do.
"Good boy," Kaito murmured, noting Kokichi's surprised little jerk at that rare bit of praise. He was so fucking easy, it was pathetic. But Kaito couldn't say he minded that part of him.
Kaito's hands moved to Kokichi's waist, cupping his rear and kneading at the plump flesh, using his other hand to undo his own belt buckle, careful of his own steadily growing erection. Running his hands up the boy's slender thighs again, making sure to graze over the bandage wrapped around his leg--some wounds would take much longer than a week to heal, Kaito thought with a chuckle.
He loosened his pants just enough to let his cock spring free, allowing his throbbing member to slap wetly against Kokichi's backside. Kaito smirked; he couldn't see it from this position, but he could guess by Kokichi's gasp what kind of expression he must have made when he felt Kaito's erection rubbing against him. God, he loved teasing the brat. As always, his rapidly thickening cock looked absolutely depraved when pressed against Kokichi's tiny bottom.
Kaito gave himself a few quick strokes, lightly groping Kokichi's ass with the other hand. "Ahh, that's right," he mused out loud, as if he'd just remembered something. "I don't have any lube with me. How 'bout you?"
Immediately, Kokichi started to panic. "U-um! There's, um, some in my locker, so...!"
Of course, Kaito already knew this. Kokichi had gradually realized that the easier and faster Kaito got what he wanted, the easier his own life would become. That meant keeping lube, condoms (though Kaito rarely cared to use those), and whatever sex toys Kaito was interested in that week available at all times. He probably didn't want to carry it in his bag, though, on the off chance someone would catch a peek inside.
And he was probably regretting that decision now.
"Hmmm...." Kaito hummed lazily. He dragged the tip of his cock up and down the crevice of Kokichi's ass, lightly slicking him with precum, enjoying how he twitched and jerked each time the head caught on his hole. "That'll take too long. And I really want to fuck you now."
"M-Momota-kun..." Kokichi whimpered, like a plea to a god. There was nothing else he could say; he was totally at Kaito's mercy, and he knew it.
Kaito smirked, brushing one finger against the entrance of the boy's ass. He wasn't done just yet. "You can take it like this, can't you? I mean, you act like such a girl, I wouldn't be surprised if you could get wet back here." After saying this, he pressed his dry thumb past the tight ring of muscle, pushing in a bit, then wiggling it around.
Kokichi yelped, clinging so hard to the desk his knuckles went white. "A-ah! M-Momota-kun, that hurts...!" he whined, sounding on the verge of tears. Honestly, Kaito was dully surprised he wasn't crying already.
"Shut up, will you? I'm trying to think," Kaito growled. He reached down and gave the bandage around Kokichi's thigh a harsh squeeze, and Kokichi's hand flew to his mouth, smothering a cry of pain. Kaito smiled cruelly--in his opinion, it was Kokichi's own fault for being so fun to bully. But if he were any smarter, he would have realized Kaito wasn't going to fuck him dry. That was only ever reserved for punishments, and Kaito had no reason to be angry with him. Not right now, anyway. If Kokichi was stupid enough to accept an invitation to walk home with his male classmates ever again, that would be subject to change.
"Fine, fine," Kaito said, sighing and making a show of giving in. "I guess we'll have to make do with my spit then."
"H-huh?"
Kaito ignored him and hooked both thumbs on either side of Kokichi's rim and used them to spread his butthole wide open, causing a startled whimper to slip out of Kokichi's throat. His plush pink insides were now completely on display, twitching and convulsing in time with Kokichi's heavy breaths--no matter how many times Kaito had speared him on his cock and stirred up his insides, his hole still looked as small and pristine as it did before Kaito had stolen his virginity. The glistening pucker was practically begging for Kaito to shove his cock in there and fuck it senseless.
It was about time to pick up the pace.
Kaito spat a glob of saliva between Kokichi's ass cheeks, letting it dribble down into his spread hole. Kokichi squealed like a little girl, clearly taken off guard, and Kaito grinned at him smugly as he rubbed the spit around on his rim. "M-Momota-kun, that's dirty...!"
"God, all you do is bitch," Kaito sighed, winding his arm back to smack Kokichi's ass again. He gave it a firm slap, making him yelp and jerk against the desk. "It's better than nothing, isn't it? Let's get this over with."
Kaito started scissoring him open with two fingers, rough and fast, thrusting them in as deep as he could go and lightly "lubing" his erection with spit. He only took the bare minimum amount of time needed to massage his spit into Kokichi's ass; this wasn't supposed to be a punishment, but Kaito didn't care about hurting him either.
Kokichi went stiff at this point, but he didn't make any noise--he was too scared to draw attention from any potential stragglers in the hallway. Instead, he stuffed the fabric of his collar in his mouth, muffling his pitiful whines and cries. He didn't even need to be told. Honestly. He was too trainable to grow up to be anything besides a cockslut.
After less than a minute of preparation, Kaito drew his fingers out of Kokichi's ass, watching as the pink hole slowly closed back up again. Satisfied, he aligned his cockhead with that twitching, puckered entrance. He leaned down, pressing his broad chest against Kokichi's narrow back, covering his lithe frame completely. "Well? You ready?"
Kokichi's shoulders twitched in surprise. Just as he was removing the fabric from his mouth to answer--
Kaito slammed forward, pushing the bulk of his cock inside in one quick thrust.
"Hyaaaaaannn!!?"
The sound of his shriek echoed through the empty classroom as Kaito's cock plunged into Kokichi's ass, splitting him wide open. The boy made a shocked choking sound and nearly fell to his knees with the sudden force of it all; Kaito had to grab him quickly by the arms to keep him up before he could fall over. He leaned over the desk and grasped Kokichi by the hair, using it to yank him back so he could revel in that slutty pink face, eyes glazed over with shock as his ass stretched wider and wider around Kaito's cock.
"Hurts..." Kokichi whined, tears dotting the edges of his eyelids. "Momota-kun, it h-hurtsss.."
Kaito laughed cruelly. "So what? You love it." With that, he pulled his hips back only to thrust inside roughly, showing Kokichi just how little Kaito cared about his comfort. "Fuck yeah," he groaned, pressing the boy down against him again so he could grind his hips into Kokichi's soft bottom. "Still so fucking tight, holy fuck..."
Kaito gave his ass another few quick thrusts, then pulled out all the way before slamming back in again. He didn't hold anything back; he was going to fuck this kid's brains into mush, just like he always did. Kokichi whimpered and squirmed under him as Kaito pounded his ass mercilessly, making sure to drive deep every time he thrust forward.
Kokichi was so small that it didn't take long for Kaito's cock to reach the base of his stomach; with each new thrust, Kokichi would groan and grunt painfully as he felt every inch of Kaito's cock drilling into his deepest parts. But the tinge of pleasure lacing those noises didn't escape Kaito's notice. There was a reason why this kid had been such an easy target for Kaito since day one.
Kokichi's jaw dropped and he wailed, "M-Momo--mm?!"
Thunk.
A soft noise resounded from the hallway, like someone had dropped something just beyond the door. Kaito's head snapped up, instinctively covering Kokichi's mouth with his hand, staring with rapt attention at the door. But there were no further sounds made, and after a few seconds of silence Kaito finally let go, breathing out heavily as he did so and mentally cursing himself for overreacting. This was an old school building, something was always creaking or making some kind of noise.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, reaching down to grab Kokichi by the hips again and shove him back against the desk. "You're tryin' to get us caught, aren't you?" he accused in a low growl, grinding his cock inside Kokichi's ass with more force than necessary. "Anyone nearby would hear you moaning like a bitch in heat."
Kokichi shook his head furiously, seemingly reluctant to make any more noise. The sound in the hallway must have made him worried about being caught by the teacher or another student--or worse yet, one of Kaito's friends coming to see where he was.
"Fucking liar," Kaito snarled, his lips a breath away from Kokichi's ear. "I bet you fantasize about it all the time, getting mounted where everyone can see. Maybe I'll take you in the middle of class tomorrow and show them that shy little Ouma Kokichi is actually a filthy, cock-loving whore. You'd love that, wouldn't you?" Kaito's words were punctuated by the meaty sounds of his prick plunging in and out of Kokichi's anus, slamming his hips so roughly that he was coloring Kokichi's plumpy white cheeks a painful red. "God knows you want the attention. Maybe I should pass you around, give the other guys a turn."
"N-no!" Kokichi gasped suddenly, and Kaito was slightly taken aback by how serious he sounded. He turned his head, and Kaito realized Kokichi had started crying--nothing new there--his cheeks and button nose blotchy red and stained with streaks of saltwater. "Not that, Momo--Momota-kun, no, anything but that...! Please, I don't want anyone but Momota-kun to touch me!"
Kaito froze. Fuck, he must have seriously ruined this kid. Sure, he knew Kokichi was a pushover, but this was ridiculous... Or... no, this was in Kokichi's nature. As incredibly sad and pathetic as it was, Kaito was probably the only person in his life that gave him consistent attention, even if it was negative. None of the student body spared him a second thought, and Kaito was pretty sure his home life was practically nonexistent. Even the teachers found him useless; they never tried to punish him or anything, they just pushed him aside like he was a piece of trash. All these years of being treated like nothing had worn Kokichi down into a shell of a person, and Kaito couldn't deny that he enjoyed taking advantage of that weakness.
"Yeah?" Kaito sneered, "Prove it then. Tell me just how much you love it when I touch you." He slid his fingers up, up Kokichi's hips, under his shirt, groping his naval where Kaito's cock pulsed inside. "Go on. Like I taught you."
Kokichi hiccupped and sobbed softly, shaking beneath Kaito like a leaf in a storm. "Pl-please, I only want Momota-kun.. I only want to feel Momota-kun inside--" His squeals grew higher in pitch as Kaito picked up the pace once again. "Nnn...! Ah, ah, mmn...!"
Kaito smirked in satisfaction, leaning down to nuzzle Kokichi's neck. The nuzzle quickly turned into a bite, and then he was leaving bitemarks along Kokichi's delicate neckline, still pistoning his cock in and out of him with an uneven rhythm. "Don't stop," he rumbled, yanking Kokichi closer to him so their faces were right next to each other. "Come on, I know you can do better than that."
Kokichi bit his bottom lip hard enough to bleed, but he managed to choke out the words: "Momota-kun... I only want Momota-kun to fuck me. Please..." he whispered, sniffling wetly. "Please keep fucking me... fuck me with your big cock...!"
Well, he still wasn't very creative. Dirty talk definitely didn't come naturally to him, but they could work on that later. In lieu of a verbal answer, Kaito roughly grabbed Kokichi's left leg under the knee, forcing him to lift it onto the desk, handling him like nothing more than a rag doll. He ignored Kokichi's surprised squeak, focused on using the new position to angle his cock upwards, sliding his dick deeper and deeper into Kokichi's tight insides. The slippery heat of Kokichi's walls wrapped around his cock like a glove, enveloping him entirely as Kaito pressed forward again and again and again.
"Hyah! Mm! M-Momota-kunnnn!" Kokichi squealed like a piglet as Kaito screwed him brutally, his crying face a fucked out mess of tears, snot and drool. "Oh, oh...!!"
Kaito gave a cruel laugh at that. "You really are a slut, aren't you? None of our classmates would recognize you if they saw you now, huh? "
"Nnn, ye-yesssh," Kokichi sobbed, slurring his words, borderline delirious with a heady mix of pain and pleasure, "I'm, mmm, ah, Momota-kun's slut...! H-hyahn...!"
"Gross," Kaito jeered, but could barely hide how much he was enjoying himself. Kokichi would never forget this, he would remember Kaito claiming his body every time he sat at this desk, remember that Kaito owned him.
He began humping Kokichi even faster, ramming his shaft in as deep as it would go. Kokichi mewled helplessly each time Kaito drove his cock home, his tiny hips spasming as Kaito ruthlessly fucked him. His voice had turned husky, his body dripped with sweat as he writhed beneath Kaito's assault.
"Aaaaahhhhhnn...!"
He gave a shrill, prolonged moan, muffled only by his fist, and it took Kaito several moments to realize Kokichi had cum all over his desk, coating it white and sticky with his own semen. Good for him, then. He was only allowed to touch his own dick with Kaito's permission, but he'd managed to cum like a girl, just from having his hole drilled.
But despite how sensitive he knew Kokichi's prostate was, Kaito didn't slow down; he kept hammering his hips against Kokichi relentlessly, teasing him and driving him far past his limits.
"Ahn, mm, Momota-kun, please...!" Kokichi begged, his voice thick with tears, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...! I can't, I really can't do it, I can't--"
Kaito slapped his hand over Kokichi's mouth again, not wanting to hear it. His hand felt huge covering Kokichi's soaked face; with only one palm, Kaito could cover his mouth, his nose, and if Kaito wanted to, all the way up to his forehead. It was frankly comical how small Kokichi was compared to him. Kaito could wrap both hands around Kokichi's waist and make his fingers meet, and Kokichi barely came up to his shoulder. It made him so grabbable, so fuckable--a supple little sex toy. Kaito used that to his advantage, pistoning his hips with such force that he felt like he was going to rip Kokichi apart.
"Shut up," he snarled. "Just shut the fuck up and take it."
Kokichi tried to stifle his sobs but failed, clutching at the desk in blind desperation as Kaito continued to pound him mercilessly. His balls were aching now too, the pressure building inside them as the friction between his shaft and Kokichi's velvety flesh became unbearable. Kokichi's walls clenched around his dick reflexively, and Kaito groaned at the sensation.
"You're gonna be mine forever," he panted, burying his face in Kokichi's hair. "You're gonna be my living fucksleeve for the rest of your life. It's the only thing you're good for."
And all Kokichi could do was make choked, muffled cries into his hand. "Mmngh...!"
It was cute, in a sick sort of way. Kaito loved tasting the fear radiating off his victim, knowing that he was literally begging Kaito to stop. But Kaito couldn't do that; he needed to tear apart this sniveling weakling until he was as broken as Kaito was.
"Ngh, fuck...!"
Kaito's dick jerked inside Kokichi's ass as a familiar burning sensation spread throughout his lower abdomen, causing him to grit his teeth and squeeze Kokichi's thigh hard. He shoved Kokichi's elevated leg as far as he could, thrusting his cock deep inside him once more and letting loose a loud grunt.
He came then, his lower body stuttering as he emptied his load into Kokichi's hot little hole. For a couple dozen seconds, he laid with his full weight on top of Kokichi, breathing hard, as he waited for his orgasm to taper off. Then he pulled Kokichi off his cock with a wet slurp, and removed his hand from Kokichi's mouth with a suctioned pop, shooting a last few strings of cum across Kokichi's bare backside, where bruises were already forming. Gooey semen dribbled out of his puffy, loosened asshole, trickling down his inner thighs and onto the floor.
As soon as Kaito let him go, Kokichi slumped facedown onto his desk, and it occurred to Kaito that he might not only be exhausted, but unconscious. Kaito had been blocking off both of Kokichi's airways with his hand, after all... Huh. He grabbed Kokichi's shoulder and roughly flipped him onto his side, and sure enough, he was met with Kokichi's sleeping face. In contrast to the bodily fluids slicking his blushing skin, he looked amazingly peaceful, though an occasional tremor ran through his limbs. His small pink mouth hung open slightly, forming an O shape as he breathed softly.
Kaito frowned down at Kokichi, rubbing his neck. It was always fun to wake Kokichi up by sticking a cock in him and enjoying his terrified reactions, but doing so from the front was an easy way to get his dick bitten. So instead, he smacked Kokichi lightly twice on the cheek, eliciting a sleepy mumble before falling silent again. The third slap wasn't nearly as light, and Kokichi jolted awake, blinking wildly as he sat up.
"Mm... Momota-kun, what happened...?" Kokichi asked breathily, but it seemed to come back to him quickly as he took in his surroundings and Kaito's cold expression. "O-oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to faint--"
"Obviously. Who the fuck means to faint? You really are stupid."
Kokichi cringed away, curling against the desk in shame. Before Kokichi could go to collect his pants, Kaito lifted the end of his shirt, pointedly showing his softened dick, which was coated with his own semen. "Open your mouth," he ordered bluntly.
"O-oh." That was all it took for Kokichi to get the message, and once more, Kaito allowed himself to feel pride at how thoroughly he'd managed to train the boy in such a short period--both body and mind. Wincing only a little bit from the soreness in his ass, Kokichi dropped to his knees in front of Kaito so that he was eye-level with Kaito's prick, then popped open his mouth. For someone that still insisted on acting so innocent, he moved with practiced dexterity, his tiny tongue peeking out to lick Kaito clean with surprising quickness.
Kokichi cleaned every drop off him efficiently, his hands modestly gripping the hem of Kaito's pants as he moved his head silently atop his cock until there weren't any traces of sperm remaining. Once completed, he made no move towards putting clothes on whatsoever, merely sitting half-naked, gazing up at Kaito while waiting patiently--perhaps eagerly--for further orders.
Kaito was caught between a thrill over the power he held over Kokichi, and a deep disgust that someone so weak and pathetic existed, and could serve another man sexually like a trained prostitute. As usual, he decided to dwell upon neither emotion too deeply or else things would start unraveling very quickly indeed.
Instead, he lazily tucked his cleaned cock back in his boxers. "That was fast," he said flatly, and Kokichi actually blushed at that poor excuse for praise. Kaito pointed his chin at Kokichi's wet desk, and the puddle of cum dirtying the floor beneath it. "And clean that up. Unless you want to get called to the principal's office tomorrow."
Kokichi hesitated and glanced at his desk, looking like he was unsure of something. Kaito could almost laugh if it wasn't so miserably pathetic. "No, don't lick it up. Idiot. Go get a fucking mop. Fucking hell, it's like I literally fucked your brains out..." Although to be perfectly fair, it's not like that assumption of Kokichi's had come out of nowhere.
"A-ah, yes sir!" Kokichi nodded hastily, and Kaito only stood by and watched as he began to hurriedly redress himself.
As Kokichi finished buckling his pants, Kaito gave the watch on his wrist an idle glance and sighed. It was later than he expected, too late to join his friends; they were long gone by now. Since he'd given up his former plans for Kokichi, he might as well make the most of it.
"Come to my house when you're done," he said as Kokichi pushed his shirt back into the hem of his pants. Kokichi looked at him, parting his lips to say something, but Kaito interrupted. "And bring a movie. Horror, action, something like that."
Kokichi froze, blinking at him with wide eyes. Kaito resisted the urge to roll his own.
"I--um, I," Kokichi stuttered stupidly, unable to hide his surprise. "I-I have seasons one through thirty of--of Danganronpa, i-if that's okay, I mean," he said, turning his gaze to the floor and fiddling nervously with his fingers. "U-unless you--"
"Sure, whatever." Kaito shoved his hands into his pockets and hiked his shoulders. "Any of those. I've only seen, like, the first three."
Kokichi nodded quickly, too quickly, his excitement on clear display. After picking up his schoolbag, Momota turned on his heel and walked out of the classroom, pretending he hadn't noticed Kokichi's shy smile or the way it made him feel.