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Kim Dokja sighed as he entered the train that would drop him off near school; he had even woken up early, so he would have a chance to eat a little bit of breakfast this morning (although it was just a slice of cold bread with cherry jam slathered over it, but it was still food that wouldn’t be slapped out of his hands if he tried eating it at school), Kim Dokja found a small place to stand in by the end of the cabin, in the corner close to one of the doors and far from the populated chairs.
As the subway stopped to pick up or drop off people, it soon started to get crowded until Kim Dokja felt cornered by the person standing behind him, but as long as he kept his distance, nothing wrong could happen. He couldn’t see who stood behind him due to the large brightly colored ad covering the window.
Not that he cared much; he just wanted to make it to school, so the day could pass by faster, and he could leave just as fast (not that he’d go home or anything, he’d go to his favorite library to pass the time; he sucked at everything anyway, there’s no need for him to even try to excel academically when that might even worsen his situation).
Kim Dokja was about to unlock his phone, so he could continue reading where he left off reading last night when a hand settled on his ass…… not even the back of the hand which would be mistaken for the person standing next to him being pushed into him by the movements of the crowded train, nope.
It was the person’s palm; it was warm (from what he could feel through the fabric of his slacks) and large, considering that it covered most of his ass cheek. The hand held his ass in a way of assessing his ass.
Kim Dokja just hoped that it was just some kind of creepy old man who wanted to cop a feel before having to waste his day in an office.
Kim Dokja felt like a magnet for bad things to happen to him; was he born under some sort of star of despair and doom??
They passed by two more stops before the hand on his ass finally decided to squeeze, Kim Dokja felt his whole body stiffening as he prayed for the hand to get off when a pair of lips ghosted over his ear, the deep rough voice was familiar as it mocked him with amusement. “Wow, you’re such a slut, Kim Dokja. Would you really let anyone put a hand on your cute ass?”
Kim Dokja felt his entire body stiffen before his head slightly turned to be greeted with the sight of a smirking 41; 41 was one of the nephews of Headmaster SP, everyone in their class liked him because of his looks and cold demeanor; he also saved Kim Dokja various times when he was getting bullied by the other students, but it was just so he could be the only one to bother Kim Dokja as he even stated that he disliked others touching his belongings.
While Kim Dokja wished he could chide his classmate for being bothersome, he also knew that it wouldn’t be good for Kim Dokja.
Kim Dokja kept looking forward to the covered window before whispering, “Good morning 41.” while his body subtly tried to shuffle away from 41’s touch but the taller had placed his other hand on Kim Dokja’s waist, holding tightly onto him and instead of allowing Kim Dokja to shuffle forward away, ended up pulling him back, making it seem as though he was grinding back.
“You really are a slut, Kim Dokja?” 41 whispered, leaning down to whisper in Kim Dokja’s ear, grip on Kim Dokja’s hip tightening. “Do you really want to turn me on so early in the day?”
“As if! Please let me go.” Kim Dokja hissed, trying his best to stay still, so he couldn’t be accused of anything else.
41 sighed in Kim Dokja’s ear as his hand moved from cupping his ass to rest at the front of his school slacks, innocently on the waistband of his pants. “Is that so? But why are you so contradicting? Anyone else would get the wrong idea and take advantage of you since your body is giving such mixed messages. There’s no point in being so mean to me when your body is so slutty.”
Kim Dokja held back the urge to allow tears to well in his eyes as he shook his head. “Knock it off, 41.”
Instead of removing his hands from Kim Dokja’s person and saving the harassment for when they were on the academy grounds, 41 tutted in his ear as his hand shoved itself down Kim Dokja’s pants and his underwear. “If you wanted my hands touching you here then you should’ve said something be—” His voice, goading and teasing, suddenly stopped as 41’s callused hand was greeted with the lack of a cute cock (Kim Dokja was so cute and bulliable that his cock also had to be just as cute as the rest of him) and instead a soft mound before trailing downwards and feeling for folds that were starting to dampen.
41’s breath hitched at the feeling of a cunt instead of a cock. Kim Dokja, you truly are the cutest thing ever; I’m going to eat you whole.
“Please get it out, you don't like it so—” Kim Dokja whimpered as he stood stiffly, trying his best to tug 41’s hand out of his hands, hoping that the touch of a cunt rather than a cock (which seemed to be what 41 wanted to tease) would be enough to deter the taller teen; but he was soon shushed by the same hand cupping the entirety of his cunt in his larger palm, shoving a finger in between the warm damp folds.
“Who said such a lie? This,” Kim Dokja could only bite on his lower lip as the finger that prodded in between his folds starting to try to push itself inside his cunt while his thumb gently rubbed Kim Dokja’s clit, making the smaller teen tremble in his arms as he was feeling stimulated in a place where he had never dreamed touching himself like this before. “I like it very much; see, you’ve been using it wrong all this time, it's why you’re getting so wet like a little slut, Kim Dokja.”
Kim Dokja shook his head in denial as his legs tremble from 41’s touch, he could only stand there and let the taller teen molest him and fondle him, feeling pleasure crest higher and higher before he let out a soft sob, tears slipping from his eyes to stream down his cheeks, the euphoria of the peak of his pleasure had him tightening his thighs around the hand that was shoved down his pants while 41’s other hand clasped on his neck before pulling back Kim Dokja’s head to allow him to press a gentle kiss against Kim Dokja’s trembling and whimpering mouth, slipping his tongue down his throat to make sure that no one could listen to Kim Dokja’s sweet sounds.
Kim Dokja could only listen to blood rush through his ears, he could feel 41’s cock grinding against his ass, listening to him snarl in his ear. Kim Dokja blearily opened his teary eyes only to be greeted with the familiar sight of their stop to get to the academy when the train’s doors shut, and it continued moving.
“Stop. We missed our spot.” Kim Dokja mumbled as he squirmed, trying to get out of 41’s grip, he whimpered hopelessly when 41 tightened his grip around his neck while his fingers continued thrusting and stretching inside of Kim Dokja’s warm dripping wet cunt. “We’ll be late. Look at what you did, I’ll be late because of you.”
41 shushed him with a smirk on his face as he pushed another finger inside of Kim Dokja’s cunt, delighting in the sharp intake of breath that Kim Dokja had at the feeling of another finger stretching him wider. “Don’t worry, we’ll get off at the next stop, this one actually has a shortcut that we can take to get to the academy faster.”
However, the same thing occurred at the next stop as well, Kim Dokja was too busy being bullied and fondled by 41 to notice that they were at the next stop and 41 didn’t even listen to the smaller’s complaining as he decided to shut him up with his mouth as his fingers fucked his cunt fervently while his thumb pressed down on his clit, making his get wetter and wetter.
Kim Dokja didn’t know whether he should feel lucky that the next stop was the last one, and the conductor came into the cabin looking for any stragglers.
“What are you kids doing here?” The conductor hissed from the entrance of the cabin before striding towards them, forcing 41 to let out an annoyed tch before pulling his hand out of Kim Dokja’s cunt (making him relieved but also needy).
Kim Dokja whimpered before he spoke, unknowingly making himself look pitiable in the eyes of the mister (much to 41’s own chagrin). “Sorry mister. We missed our stop because….. I was about to faint and my companion was worried.”
Why did I lie? I could’ve told the conductor that we missed our spot because 41 was molesting me, not that he would’ve believed me, but I could've said something.
The conductor sighed before pointing at the open doors of the train. “Get off and go to a clinic if you’re feeling sick.”
“Thank you mister.” Kim Dokja replied softly as he bowed before dashing out of the cabin, trying his best to walk away as fast as possible from 41, if the other teen wanted to bully him he could do it at school, not while they’re on public transport. Kim Dokja got onto the bus that was going in the opposite direction from where they came, thus it would allow Kim Dokja to get off on the right stop.
Kim Dokja could hear 41 trailing after him, but he would ignore 41 and stand as far away from him as he could; he didn’t want to have a repeat of what had happened on the other train.
He was already so embarrassed that 41 knew about his lack of cock; he didn’t need the taller one to remind him that he had made Kim Dokja let out embarrassing sounds as he made him peak over and over.
41 glared at him from his place at the other side of the cabin, Kim Dokja proceeded to ignore him as he looked at his phone in relief, glad that they still had around half hour to arrive to the academy before it was too late, and they’d get a tardy violation citation; Kim Dokja really didn’t want to be stuck alone with 41 cleaning up some part of the academy, if 41 was bold enough to do what he did on the previous train in broad daylight, surrounded by other people, then Kim Dokja was afraid of what he would do if the two of them were alone.
Although Kim Dokja really didn’t want to make him any angrier than what he must be by now, he also didn’t want to be stuck in 41’s grasp again, so he moved and moved from certain points of the cabin when he noticed that 41 was getting too close for his personal taste.
But in the end, as always with anyone of wretched Yoo blood, the universe tended to favor them more than anything; and soon Kim Dokja ended up in the exact same position that had brought him such trouble in the first place as he was cornered by 41, but this time they were facing each other.
“Kim Dokja, were you avoiding me?” 41 questioned coyly, looking down at Kim Dokja with a wide smirk on his face as though his hands weren’t innocently shoved down Kim Dokja’s pants, returning to slot themselves back inside of Kim Dokja’s sopping wet cunt. “No, that couldn’t be right? But if you have been, then you should be punished, since there’s no need to be mean to me. Don’t I take care of you so nicely at school, Dokja-yah?”
Kim Dokja bit his lips as he looked at 41’s chest instead of looking at his teasing smirk, he stilled at the feeling of something being slipped inside his cunt, it felt round and small. He was about to scold him for what was pushed inside of him when he felt it start vibrating inside.
“—fuck— what— you doing—” Kim Dokja whimpered pitifully as his hands came up to clasp themselves on the taller’s jacket; the vibrations were making him feel like he was going crazy, but he would do his best to tolerate it, that had been his resolve…..
Until 41 shoved his fingers back inside his cunt, pushing the vibrating object deeper inside his cunt, pressing it against the entrance of his womb.
“Punishing you for being so mean to me, who has been so nice to you.” 41 spoke as if they were talking about the weather. “If I had known that bullying you like this was this fun, I would’ve done this months ago; ever since that first time I punched that piece of shit.”
41 teased and teased Kim Dokja, his head thrumming as he felt drowned by the pleasure, but it was too much; humans couldn’t possibly be made to tolerate so much pleasure. And 41 was mean in the way in which he knew that he had pushed Kim Dokja far past his limits, but he also ignored it because it was fun to bother Kim Dokja.
Luckily, after being teased for two more stops, Kim Dokja noticed that they were nearing the stop they needed to get off on and so the moment the train stopped, Kim Dokja put all the measly strength he could into his weak arms as he shoved 41 aside, so he could dash towards the doors, running as fast as he could to the academy, hoping and praying that he wasn’t too late.
Most of the members of the disciplinary committee felt bad for Kim Dokja since he got bullied so much, and he was way smaller than the rest of his age peers, so they normally gave him a pass whenever he was late, as long as the disciplinary committee member was someone who felt pity at yhe sight of Kim Dokja then he was safe (and far away from 41 who would definitely try to continue using this new method of bullying to tease him).
(He’d also get rid of the thing 41 shoved inside of him later during lunch)
Kim Dokja knew that 41 was skulking behind him; after all, how could he expect to lose him when 41 had amazing grades in Physical Education while Kim Dokja barely managed to pass the class.
(Kim Dokja prayed he was lucky since the vibrations of the thing had lowered and lowered until he could barely feel them)
As they got closer to the academy gates, Kim Dokja felt his heart drop into his stomach at the sight of the head of the disciplinary committee (and 41’s cousin) 1864 and the principal himself, SP.
If it had just been 1864 then Kim Dokja was certain that 1864 would’ve let it slide, he always did feel pity for Kim Dokja’s smaller frame and trembling hands along with his bandaged up wrists but not when his uncle, the Principal, was there to make sure that the school rules were enforced.
“Kim Dokja-ssi, you’re late. You too, 41.” 1864 spoke sternly as he looked at the two of them, his stern face frowning even more at the sight of how disheveled Kim Dokja looked; his school shirt had been tucked out of his pants, there was a darker coloration around his thighs as though he had dropped water on his pants, his hair was messy, the tie around his neck was crooked.
Kim Dokja knew that the principal and 1864 were looking at the result of 41’s bullying on him and decided to accept his fate that aside from his tardy violation slip, he’d get an additional punishment for a failed uniform inspection.
While the asshole who got him in this situation would avoid any further punishment aside from his tardy violation slip.
SP walked around Kim Dokja, checking him and making sure there weren't any more uniform violations on his person; Kim Dokja waited with bated breath, really hoping that the usually keen and perceptive principal couldn’t overhear the sound of the thing vibrating inside of him.
“There’s nothing else. Write up his violations on the citation slip, 1864; Kim Dokja-ssi, you shall help in the library for the next month with classifying the returned books.” Kim Dokja did his best to be solemn at SP’s order as he nodded meekly (but he was happy that the principal decided to send him to help in the library), waiting for 1864 to finish writing his citation slip when the vibrating thing suddenly ramped up in its vibrations, and since Kim Dokja had never experienced such a thing before, he could only cum around the thing, a loud sob leaving his throat as he fell to his feet, startling the others but SP was able to act fast as he caught Kim Dokja before he actually fell to the floor.
Kim Dokja felt his face flush even more at the fact that SP had caught him and proceeded to carry him in a bridal carry.
“1864, you deal with 41. I’ll take Kim Dokja to the nurse’s office.” SP didn’t even wait for his nephew’s reply before he started striding towards the building.
Kim Dokja sniffled as he tried his best to not writhe from pain due to the overstimulation the vibrating thing was doing inside of him.
(Tried his best to ignore how well built and strong SP was; well of course, he’s going to be when he’s related to the rest of the Yoo’s.)
Soon enough they were in the nurse’s office but instead of allowing Kim Dokja to just lie down on the bed-like gurney, SP hovered over him before speaking up.
“Kim Dokja, please undress completely. A full body revision of your person is required, just to check for anything suspicious.” By the look on SP’s face, the only appropriate answer for Kim Dokja was yes despite the urge to squawk in indignation at the older man’s demand.
So Kim Dokja’s trembling hands came up to undo the buttons of his shirt, removing it and folding it as nicely as possible before proceeding to remove his pants, folding them likewise and being only in his underwear as he averted his gaze from the older man’s more intense gaze.
“Take off your underwear and lie down on the bed, Kim Dokja.” SP spoke sternly, tone not even leaving room for Kim Dokja to even try to protest.
Kim Dokja laid back on the bed after removing his underwear, sneakily folding it and shoving under the pile of his folded clothes. SP thanked him for being so collaborative as his hands came up to spread Kim Dokja’s legs wide, allowing him a perfect look at his cunt.
Kim Dokja could only feel his face flush a deep red as the principal of the academy looked at his cunt before putting on a pair of gloves and pushing a finger in, his finger immediately met the vibrating thing inside of him.
SP looked at him with disappointment before shoving another finger inside of him and pulling out the vibrating thing; it was a dark purple colored egg, the length of his middle finger.
SP tsked as he placed the vibrator aside, turning it off as he placed it on a table. “Kim Dokja, you shall receive an additional punishment for being such a slut.”
But it wasn’t his fault! It was 41’s fault, he was the one bullying him. “But I didn’t—”
“Kim Dokja, you should be grateful that I am only assigning an additional punishment to you for being a slut, instead of suspending you and reporting you to the local school district.” SP spoke sternly as he gave Kim Dokja a cold look. “The academy is very lucky I caught what you were doing and I was able to stop you from tarnishing the academy’s reputation with your sluttiness.”
Kim Dokja wanted to open up his mouth to defend himself but knew that the older man already believed that he had done it on purpose.
“Forgive me Principal.” Kim Dokja murmured as he looked down, SP getting up from in between his legs and thus allowing Kim Dokja to close his legs shut.
“As long as you’re repentant then it’s okay, Kim Dokja. To avoid this happening again, you shall go to the disciplinary committee office every morning before class for a full body check for an entire month, if this incident doesn’t repeat itself then after a month, you shall be forgiven and no longer have to submit yourself to inspections. This is for your own good since if you’re already in this state by bringing such lecherous objects, what’s to say that you wouldn’t try to sneak in worse things? Understood?” SP spoke calmly, eyes coldly looking over Kim Dokja’s pale and incredibly slender frame.
(Hands itching to bruise that pale skin and stuff him with nice food)
“Yes. I understand.” Kim Dokja nodded. “Forgive me.”
“Alright then. Get changed and head over to class.” SP spoke as he left the nurse’s office.
Kim Dokja could get through a daily body inspection for an entire month, he just didn’t have to let 41 anywhere near him for that.
That would be easy.
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Easier said than done, Kim Dokja, you fucking jinxed yourself. Kim Dokja bemoaned as he felt 41 prod something inside of his cunt, it was just as small as the egg he had shoved in Kim Dokja’s cunt the previous day but it was also a bit thicker than it, fitting snugly in his cunt.
41 smiled at the visible grimace on Kim Dokja’s face before shoving down the smaller’s facemask (Kim Dokja sincerely believed that he would be able to avoid 41 if he wore a face mask and swapped his backpack for a spare one that he had) and pushing in his wet fingers inside of Kim Dokja’s mouth, wrapping them around his tongue in a mockery of requesting them to be cleaned.
That day when he arrived at the disciplinary committee’s office, he was immediately instructed by 1864 to remove his clothes and to lean on the desk so he could be examined as per the principal’s orders.
Kim Dokja decided to prolong his embarrassment at seemingly not having learned his lesson at all (even though it was all 41’s fault for being such an ass in the first place) by removing his clothes in the slowest pace imaginable.
Not that it seemed to perturb 1864 at all as he looked at him with a calm gaze.
(41 was wrong, Kim Dokja isn’t an innocent prey ready to grab by the jaws; he’s a delightful little minx!)
Kim Dokja was finally stripped down naked before he turned around to bend over the desk, allowing 1864 to get a good look at his cunt.
(Kim Dokja’s cunt was swollen pink, a light sheen coating all of it as though he had been played with before entering the school; 1864 knew that he would find something, after all his cousin made sure to goad him about it with the largest smirk he had ever seen on his face when 41 entered the academy gates, a flushed Kim Dokja walking a few wobbly steps ahead of him)
Kim Dokja held his breath as he heard the sound of gloves being put on before he felt a cold finger spread his folds wide, 1864 inserted a finger inside of Kim Dokja’s twitching and eager hole, ignoring the trembling of Kim Dokja’s entire frame as he placed his thumb on top of Kim Dokja’s swollen and abused clit, pressing down on it as he rummaged inside of Kim Dokja’s cunt in search of “contraband” and stilled at the feeling of an object pressed deep inside of his cunt.
1864 pushed another finger, taking advantage to rummage around in Kim Dokja’s cunt, making the smaller squirm, watching with hungry eyes as Kim Dokja’s hips twitched and canted for more, before he decided to stop teasing Kim Dokja by pulling the object out; it was a mint green bullet vibrator.
“— I’m sorry.” Kim Dokja whimpered as he tried his best to ignore the trails of slick going down his thighs.
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“Kim Dokja, I’m starting to consider that you like this.” 1864 said in a dull tone as he pulled out a couple of strings of anal beads that had been stuffed into Kim Dokja’s cunt, making Kim Dokja sob as he felt each bead being pulled out him harshly.
“—I don’t like it— stopstopstopstop—” Kim Dokja sobbed into the rough material of the desk, his hands tied behind his back since he had struggled too much for 1864 so he had to tie him up.
“These aren’t the kind of stuff that you put down there if you don’t like it.” 1864 answered briskly as he pulled the strings out completely, placing them near Kim Dokja’s face so he could take a good look at what 41 had put in him that day. “Everyday you say that you’re sorry and that you won’t do it again but the next day you shove something completely even more lecherous in your cunt.”
Kim Dokja sniffled, closing his eyes and refusing to look at the strings of anal beads that had been teasing him. “—buti’mnot—”
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The next day, Kim Dokja decided to rise as early as possible so he could walk to school; the whole problem had started because 41 saw him as easy prey on the subway so if he didn’t go on the subway anymore then 41 wouldn’t be able to tease him anymore.
(And no, he did not miss the pleasurable feeling of callused hands teasing his clit and shoving themselves as deep as they could in his cunt)
And so, Kim Dokja arrived at the academy early and even made his way to the disciplinary committee’s office early, 1864 seemed startled to find Kim Dokja there so early.
Kim Dokja undressed and bent over the desk, letting 1864 check his cunt; feeling proud (and a little bit aroused) when 1864 prodded and rummaged inside of his cunt only to find nothing inside of it.
(......... what did that idiot do this time?!)
“..... good job Kim Dokja.” 1864 said as Kim Dokja skipped away, glad that he hadn’t gotten into any further trouble with 1864 and that another day of inspection hadn't been added to his dismay.
He had been a fool; not seeing that the easier solution to his 41 problem was to just stop using the subway.
And so Kim Dokja continued to walk to the academy, get checked for nothing by 1864, spend the entire day in class and ignore 41.
He had managed to go the entire week like this until 41 cornered him as they cleaned the classroom together after school.
“You, why haven’t you been going on the subway this week?” 41 asked as he loomed over Kim Dokja.
“— well it’s none of your business but if you must know, it’s because I decided to do exercise.” Kim Dokja mumbled before grabbing 41’s hand and placing the trash bag in it, ducking around him and leaving. “Thanks for finishing the rest!”
However, as per usual with 41 and his god given right as a Yoo to be favored by God, Kim Dokja found himself the next morning being pressured by 41 to ride in his family’s car with him on the way to school.
“Come on. Get in already.” 41 huffed as he looked at Kim Dokja walk.
“41, as your classmate I’d like to thank you for your kind actions but I’m okay with walking to school. After all, I need to lose weight.” Kim Dokja rebutted as he continued walking, doing his best to ignore the inquisitive looks from the ahjummas poking their heads out of their houses as they noticed the nice car slowly driving at the same pace that Kim Dokja walked.
41 snorted out loud at Kim Dokja’s words.
They continued like this the entire way to school.
Kim Dokja got inspected that day and 1864 also found that he didn’t have anything shoved up his cunt that day as well.
But that was the last straw for 41, who waited for Kim Dokja outside of his house the next morning; taking advantage of the sleepy way Kim Dokja walked out of his house to grab him and shove him in the car, startling and shocking Kim Dokja.
“To the academy, young master?” The driver questioned through the intercom, 41 shoving a hand on top of Kim Dokja’s mouth to cover his indignant squawking; hand skillfully undoing Kim Dokja’s tie to take advantage and shove it in his mouth, grabbing both of his slender wrists in one hand and slamming them over his head.
“Yes but do take the longest route there since we have so much time to spare. My friend and I have a lot of catching up to do.” 41 answered with a calm tone but his eyes showed the excitement at being able to have Kim Dokja at hand’s reach for teasing.
“Of course, young master. Enjoy your ride with your friend.” The driver spoke before shutting off the intercom.
“You heard the nice driver ahjussi, Kim Dokja. Let’s enjoy our ride together, there’s so much you and I should catch up on.” 41 smiled menacingly to Kim Dokja as he loomed over him, Kim Dokja would only whimper through his gag before shaking his head in a small motion.
(That day, when Kim Dokja arrived to the disciplinary committee office to be inspected by 1864, he did so on shaky legs; eyes hazy as he undressed himself, showing off to 1864 a pair of dark purple nipple clamps dangling from both of his swollen and abused nipples, deep red bite marks surrounded his areolas.
Kim Dokja slowly removed his pants, revealing a lack of underwear as he bent over the desk; exposing his swollen and dripping wet cunt which was stuffed to the brim with so many toys 1864 couldn’t even try to decipher which toys they were, the pull strings dangling from his cunt as it was stretched as far as it could go; his ass had also been shown no mercy from 41 as it was stuffed with a thick ridged vibrating dildo along with vibrating anal beads.
1864 sighed but the look on his face was of complete delight as he took pictures and sent them to his uncle, while keeping some for himself; thanking his cousin for being such a fucked up asshole and letting him see this sight of his crush. “Kim Dokja, you truly are an irredeemable slut.”
Kim Dokja could only whimper in response as he came for only God knew how many times, cunt squirting slick all over the desk.)