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Chapter 2 Suck It

  • Have you ever volunteered to take a punishment for someone?
  • Let’s say your friend was about to be punished for a minor offense and you volunteered to take his or her place thinking the punishment for your friend's action would be mild but only to later find out that you had put yourself in a life or death situation? That was exactly how I felt.
  • The only difference was that I didn’t know this friend. The girl which I had volunteered to help regarded me with a shocked expression.
  • Her smooth face wrinkled at the forehead and her eyes narrowed. Since I was with my phone and earpiece, I quickly went to my message, typed in something immediately, and walked up to her. I gave her my phone and the earpiece.
  • I pointed at the screen and said, ”Read it. . . carefully.” I put on a forced smile and let out a slow moan.
  • “No excuses,” I murmured. I continued to look at her, refusing to look at any other person. She bowed her head, looked at the screen, and raised her head back at me.
  • Her eyes arched and her lips slowly parted. I raised my brows at her. “Got it?” I asked.
  • She nodded. I sighed.
  • “Got what?” the impatient, naked boy called Eric asked.
  • I turned to him and my eyes fell on his dangling cock.
  • “Got nothing,” I told him.
  • “You want a suck right?” I asked, my eyes still fixed at his dick.
  • “Most definitely.”
  • “Good, then you will get it.” I moved at him at once, knelt before him, and raised my eyes to meet his.
  • He half-smiled and looked at his stunted friend and they passed a message to themselves. He then looked back at me.
  • “Get on with it.” He smiled devilishly.
  • As I knelt, I looked back at the girl and then back at the rod in between the guy's legs. I used my right hand and grabbed it, a soft grunt left his lips. He had a nice rod. Though not too big but looked well-nourished and it almost covered my palm.
  • On a normal day, I would choose to fuck him instead but this case was different. I was angry already, the hunger for sex was definitely on strike. I just held the dick and stroked it hard. I mean rough. He didn’t moan. He howled instead, suggesting pain instead of pleasure. He grabbed my hair and snarled at me, “easy bitch.”
  • Damn! Anger, rage, all flew in at once through my veins, even to my arteries. My teeth clenched and my grip tightened. I opened my mouth and put the dick right inside it. I hate it when someone calls me that. Especially when I am not in the mood for hot sex.
  • Calling me a bitch could have devastating consequences and I wished someone had told this cocky guy that. I wish he had been informed earlier enough. That statement could change my mood. It could trigger things sometimes.
  • I grabbed his soft round balls and tightened my grip on them, my teeth biting the tip of his cock.
  • “Bitch!” he cried, “what the fuck are you doing?”
  • “What the hell does it look like I am doing?” I asked him, my voice unsteady. “You asshole.” I gave another crunchy bite at the tip of his dick.
  • “I am going to kill you.” He cried.
  • He raised his hand to hit me but I quickly removed my mouth from his dick to offer him a piece of advice.
  • “If your hand dare touch me, I will crush your balls.” I dared him.
  • He didn’t pay me any attention. He raised his hand flogged me a hot slap on my face with his right.
  • I would have fallen flat on the white ceramic tiles but I grabbed hard onto his balls and his cock before I found my balance. My action triggered more pains and he screamed.
  • I think he might have mentioned his mother’s name that instant. I didn’t care to listen. His friend wanted to step in and help. I saw him as he tried to move toward me.
  • “Hey Rocky or Hog Hogan,” I shouted at him. “If you dare put your hands here or move an inch from where you stood, then forget it. Your friend is never going to father a child, ever. I must make sure of that and it would all be on your head.”
  • He stopped immediately and looked at his fluffy friend.
  • “Eric—” he waited for Eric to give him a go-ahead order.
  • “Do not dare Eric me, Skunk. And don’t fucking move until this bitch let go of my eggs.” The fluffy guy cried out at his friend. He looked at me. I believed now, he should know I was dead serious.
  • “What do you want?”
  • “Good question, Fluffy. I had my suspicions that you are wise,” I said and managed to smile at him. “I want you to apologize to me.”
  • “Apologize for what exactly?” he asked quickly.
  • “You have to apologize for calling me a bitch.”
  • I thought he would argue or maybe say something funny but he didn’t. He just moved straight to the point.
  • “I apologize. I apologize, Karen,” he said quickly. “Now, let me go.”
  • Damn! That was not what I wanted to hear. I mean, that was not how I expected to hear what I wanted to hear. “Just like that?” I asked.
  • “Just like how?”
  • “I mean, it was just—”
  • “Perfect,” he completed. “Please, just let me go. Please.”
  • A rush of happiness, satisfaction rushed through me like electric energy when I heard the word “please.” I felt it around my stomach and inside my head. I decided to give the tip of his dick one last soft lick with my tongue and teeth with an accompanying hard clutch on his balls with my fingers. He screamed and I let him go.
  • I stepped back at the girl immediately and looked at her, her expression was beyond what I could fathom. Her eyes were wide open and so were her lips. Only heavens knew what she was thinking me to be that instant. I grabbed my phone and immediately asked her, “did you do it?”
  • She kept silent, still regarding me with that expression: mouth opened, teeth bared, lips stretched. Well, I wasn’t a dentist, so I had no time counting the number of teeth in her mouth.
  • “Bitch, I won’t repeat myself. Did you do it?” I snarled at the girl.
  • “Yes. Yes. I did. I did it.” She breathed.
  • “Good.” I looked back at Eric. His friend held him on his shoulder, offering him a little support. Eric looked at me like a hungry lion facing an angry tiger. I swear, if he could beat me, he would.
  • His eyes had turned somewhat red, his face sunken and the bones of his jaw more defined than it was in the classroom. His neck netted, revealing some veins. But I wasn’t scared. I had leverage. I now had something over him and he was yet to know.
  • “Bitch, believe me, I am going to kill you.” Of course, I knew he was going to threaten me and I was no fool.
  • “You dare not, Fluffy Eric. Besides, I warned you not to ever call me that.”
  • “Fuck you!” he growled at me. “And who told you that I liked that fluffy thing you called me?” I staggered a little. I could feel the temper in him rising already. If I didn’t do anything to stop him, he was going to do something stupid.
  • Just when he wanted to attack me, I stopped him— with words. “Wait,” I said. I turned my phone so he could see the screen. I pressed on the play button and with his very eyes, he watched the short clip of how I had chewed on his dick and how he had cried and begged me like a baby to let him go. “You see this?”
  • His expression turned livid and his friend almost did the same. He swallowed and it was loud enough that I heard it. “What the hell?” he muttered.
  • “Yes. I believe you saw this, right? Huh?” I waved the phone so he would pay attention.
  • “What do you intend to do with that?” Eric asked.
  • I laughed aloud. Hard. I chewed on my lower lip. “You want to know?”
  • “I could take the phone from you and destroy it right here, right now.” His voice was not as commandeering as it used to be. Something told me that he was analyzing his actions and checking if what he had in mind to do that moment was worthy of unleashing.
  • “You could but believe me, you won’t.”
  • I heard the girl beside me gulp down her spit. I watched her with the edge of my eyes as her legs shook. I knew she was scared. She didn’t look like the trouble type. She looked cool, cozy. Yes, those qualities were good to have but they didn’t fit in on some of my social concepts.
  • “And why's that?”
  • “Because if you move right there, just an inch,” I said, emphasizing more of my energy on the word “inch.” “I will press a send button on this phone.”
  • “And what happens when you press a button?” his friend asked impatiently, his voice sounding concerned.
  • I smiled at him. “Okay, doody. When I press a send button, this video goes live. And not just that, I will send it to the school online group and pass it over to my timeline with already-tagged online friends who would be happy to watch it. If you want that, though I presume you wouldn’t. But in case you want that, just make a step from where you stood.”
  • I planted my feet on the ground firmly. Only if he knew I had deleted most of my apps from my phone a day prior just because I was making ‘space' for my phone's memory or if he knew that I was just new and had no idea if there was an existing school online group, he would maybe had done what he wanted to do. But out of fear and caution, he began to withdraw himself, his rage now noticeably controlled.
  • “Okay,” he said, sighing, “you can go.”
  • I chuckled and shook my head.
  • “What again?” he asked.
  • “She’s going with me.”
  • “Excuse me. She what?”
  • “It's her or never.”