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Capi's sneakers scuffed the pavement, each steps heavier than the last. Sweat beaded on his upper lip despite the cool morning air. His heart pounded, too loud for comfort.
Above him, the sun hung high in a sea of clouds, mocking his tardiness. Not that it mattered - he'd rather melt into the concrete than walk through those school gates again.
School had become nothing but a collection of stinging memories, the sharp crack of a hand against the back of his head, the constant buzz of whispered laughter, the hollow feeling of standing alone in a crowded hallway. Always on the outside, looking in.
A sudden crack split the air. Capi flinched, arms flying up instinctively to shield his face. His eyes darted wildly, searching for the source. Just a bicycle, its wheel catching on a loose stone. The rider, a middle-aged woman in a floral dress, pedaled away, the squeaky creak of her bike lingering in the air.
Capi shifted on his feets. He could still feel fingers tangled in his hair, yanking his head back. Laughter echoed in his memory, cruel and mocking. His own sobs, ugly and wet, rose in his throat. He swallowed hard, forcing them back down.
The school loomed ahead, a fortress of dread. Capi hunched his shoulders, trying to make himself smaller. Invisible. His eyes fixed on the ground, counting cracks in the sidewalk. Anything to avoid meeting someone's gaze.
His locker combination blurred before him. Once. Twice. Third time's the charm. The metal door creaked open, revealing dog-eared textbooks and crumpled papers. MM's class schedule glared at him from the inside of the door. Unavoidable.
He'd pleaded with his mother that morning, begging to stay home. But Luna's seizure had stolen her attention. He'd stood in the doorway, words dying on his lips as his mother cradled his sister's shaking form.
The classroom door loomed before him. Capi's hand trembled on the knob. He could hear them inside MM's booming laugh, the sycophantic chuckles of his cronies. The blond one's voice cut through the rest, sharp as the memory of his fist connecting with Capi's gut.
Capi slipped inside, keeping his eyes down. Whispers and snickers followed him as he made his way to his desk. Right in front of MM. Of course.
The chair creaked as he sat. More laughter. His face burned, ears ringing with the sound of a thousand angry bees. The chalkboard swam before his eyes, letters blurring into meaningless squiggles.
A sharp jab to his shoulder. Capi's breath caught in his throat as he slowly turned.
MM's grin was all teeth, predatory. He jerked his chin towards the blond boy. "Say hi to my friend, nerd."
Jairo. The name surfaced in Capi's mind, bitter as bile.
"I-" Capi's voice cracked, died in his throat.
A hand connected with the back of his skull. "Say it," MM growled.
Capi's eyes met Jairo's, saw the amusement dancing there. "H-hi," he managed, hating how small he sounded.
Jairo's laughter cut through him like a razor. Capi whipped back around, face burning. Coward, a voice in his head hissed. But fear kept him rooted to the spot, shoulders hunched, waiting for the next blow.
The lesson began. The teacher's droning voice faded to white noise. Capi's pen shook in his grip, leaving wobbly lines across his notebook. Then - a touch. Fingers ghosting along his waist, searching, probing.
Capi bit down on his lip, hard enough to draw blood. MM's hand found bare skin, pinching cruelly. A strangled sound escaped Capi's throat as he squirmed in his seat.
The teacher's eyes snapped to him. "Do you need something, Capi?"
He shook his head frantically, teeth still clamped on his lower lip. The teacher's gaze lingered, suspicious, before returning to the board.
When was the last time someone had noticed him, first year of course. He wondered where she was now. The day she'd caught MM shoving Capi into the lockers, something in her had snapped. The ensuing fight had cost her her job; MM's parents had made sure of that. Sometimes Capi wondered if MM had deserved the beating.
MM's fingers dug deeper, lower. Capi's vision swam, tears welling in his eyes.
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Raindrops pelted the bus window, blurring the world outside into a grey smear. Capi pressed his forehead against the cool glass, grateful for the empty seat beside him. Whispers drifted from behind, snippets of conversation he couldn't quite make out. His stomach clenched. Were they talking about him?
He twisted in his seat, neck craning to look towards the back of the bus. Kiri sat there, her messy hair partially covering her face. Freckles adorned her face making her look like she is on a constant flush. He had always liked freckles, or at least, ever since he’d met her, he had noticed that he did.
Her wrist was adorned with colorful bracelets. He chuckled to himself, amused by how such an odd habit could be so endearing. Zaro leaned close, whispering something that made her shove him playfully. Capi's fingers ghosted over the fabric of his schoolbag, where an identical bracelet lay hidden. A gift he'd never had the courage to give her.
Kiri's eyes met his. She raised a hesitant hand in greeting. Capi's breath caught in his throat. He hunched his shoulders, turning away before he could see the disappointment flicker across her face.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. He turned his head. Across the aisle, MM was watching him, a predatory grin creeping onto his face. A bad feeling twisted in his gut. The last time MM had a “bright idea,” he’d ended up in the emergency room, covered in wasp stings.
His hands clenched into fists, thumbs tucked inside.
The bus lurched to a stop. Their teacher's voice cut through the chatter, herding them into a ragged line. "This cabin," she droned, gesturing to a moss-covered structure, "was once occupied by Colonel Antonio, leader of the failed coup against Spain's democratic government in the 1980s."
Capi shuffled forward, eyes fixed on the muddy ground. A sharp shove sent him stumbling, his shoe scraping against a jagged rock. Laughter erupted behind him - MM, Jairo, and Nacho, reveling in his humiliation.
Jairo and Nacho pushed past, still chuckling. But MM lingered. Capi's steps faltered, his heart hammering against his ribs. The rest of the class moved ahead, leaving them alone in the drizzling rain.
MM loomed over him, raindrops glistening in his dark curls. The size difference was stark - MM's frame solid with muscle, while Capi felt small, fragile. All those hours he'd wasted hating his reflection, when he could have been...what? Becoming someone stronger?
"What's wrong, Tomato?" MM's voice dripped with mock concern. "Scared?"
Capi shook his head, but his trembling betrayed him.
MM snorted. "Then why're you shaking like a fucking chihuahua?"
"I-I'm not," Capi managed, his voice cracking pathetically.
A dark chuckle rumbled from MM's chest. His hand shot out, ruffling Capi's hair with surprising gentleness. "Toughen up, kid."
Before Capi could process the touch, MM shoved him aside. Capi stumbled, watching MM's retreating back. He counted to ten, willing his racing heart to slow, before following the group towards the cabin.
The gift shop loomed ahead, a garish intrusion against the weathered wood of the historic structure. As Capi approached, the scent of damp earth and mildew filled his nostrils. His classmates crowded around displays of tacky souvenir
The teacher's monotonous voice droned on, words blurring into white noise. The Far Right. Pain. Suffering. Spain's dark history painted on the wall, but for most of the students, it was just another boring lecture. Phones glowed in laps, whispers passed between friends.
Capi hunched in the back row, as far from MM and his crew as possible. It wasn't far enough. Their snickers cut through the teacher's words, sharp as knives. A paper ball sailed through the air, bouncing off Capi's temple. He flinched, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.
Without thinking, his thumb curled into his palm again, pressing deep. The habit was old now, its origins lost in a blur of countless afternoons spent dodging fists and cruel words.
Capi squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself elsewhere. Let the noise fade. Let the world grow fuzzy at the edges. Unreal. It was easier like this, observing himself beyond the reach of pain, like a monk deep in meditation.
Ninety days.
Something soft bounced off his shoulder. Paper, wadded tight.
Ninety days stood between him and never seeing their faces again. He'd walk across that stage and they'd become nothing but fading photographs, names without faces.
Plastic struck bone - a pen ricocheting off the back of his head. His teeth ground together, jaw muscles bunching.
Ninety more days until graduation.
Thwack. A paper ball hit his back. Capi's fingers dug into his palms, leaving crescent-moon indentations.
"Jairo!" The teacher's sharp voice cracked through the air like a whip.
Capi's eyes snapped open. Jairo froze, arm cocked back, another paper missile ready to launch.
The teacher’s face was a storm. "Do you mind? Or must I remind you that this is an educational trip, not a playground?"
"S-sorry, teacher," Jairo mumbled, lowering his arm.
Capi glanced at the teacher, who still had Jairo pinned under a glare. It was rare for a teacher to step in, but Capi couldn’t ignore the flicker of warmth that came with being noticed. Still, unease twisted in his stomach, his bullies never handled humiliation well.
The lecture resumed.
Capi's gaze drifted to the cabin's worn floorboards. A dark stain marred the wood near his foot. Old blood?
A folded piece of paper skittered across the floor, coming to rest against his shoe. Capi's heart rate spiked. With trembling fingers, he unfolded the note:
'Meet me behind the cabin after. Alone. Or else.'
MM's messy scrawl. Capi’s mouth went dry. He looked up, locking eyes with MM across the room. The older boy's grin was all teeth, promising pain.
His mind raced. He darted a glance at the teacher, silently pleading for her to notice. But she didn’t. None of them ever did.
The lesson dragged on, each tick of the clock scraping against his nerves like a knife on a chalkboard. Capi’s palms were slick with sweat. His mind swarmed with violent flashes, MM’s fist slamming into his stomach, Jairo’s sneer, Nacho yanking him by the hair.
"...and that concludes our tour," the teacher's voice cut through Capi's spiraling thoughts. "You have forty five minutes to explore the grounds before we head back to the bus."
Chairs scraped against wood as students surged to their feet. Excited chatter filled the air. Capi remained frozen in place, the note crumpled in his fist.
He glanced up, MM was gone. Only Jairo and Nacho remained, chatting over souvenirs. Relief flickered through him. Without hesitation, he hunched down and slipped through the back door.
His heart pounded as he hurried away, glancing over his shoulder at every step. Whatever MM had planned, Capi had no intention of sticking around to find out.
The dense forest swallowed him, the air thick with humidity. He pressed on, twigs snapping beneath his feet, his breath coming fast and uneven.
His body ached, a dull throb that never seemed to fade. Lately, he'd found a new way to cope - tiny cuts on his wrists and thighs. Just enough pain to drown out the heaviness in his chest.
A rock skittered away from his shoe. The sun was up, the trees whispered in the breeze, and his classmates’ voices had long since faded. Capi’s steps grew slower, less cautious. The air hung heavy with moisture from the recent rain, each footfall met with the wet squelch of leaves beneath him.
He found a patch of sunlight breaking through the canopy and paused, closing his eyes. The warmth seeped into his skin, and he realized how cold he'd been. For a moment, the tightness in his chest eased.
A nearby rustle shattered his peace. Capi's eyes snapped open to see MM stepping over a fallen log, that familiar smirk twisting his lips.
"Why do you always find the dirtiest places to hide?" MM drawled.
Capi's gaze darted left and right, searching for an escape route. His muscles coiled, ready to bolt.
"Go ahead," MM spread his arms wide. "But Jairo and Nacho are waiting by the bus. Your choice - me, or them."
MM advanced, boots crushing dead leaves. "At least I make it quick."
Capi trembled, tears welling in his eyes. He wanted to disappear, to melt into the forest floor.
"Come here." MM's voice brooked no argument.
Capi shook his head, a tiny defiant motion.
"NOW." MM's foot came down hard, the impact reverberating through the clearing.
On shaky legs, Capi inched forward. He left a sliver of space between them, a futile barrier.
MM closed the distance in one stride, thick fingers gripping Capi's jaw. Tears spilled down Capi's cheeks as MM turned his face side to side, studying him with cold eyes.
"I've always hated those freckles," MM sneered. His thumb traced Capi's lower lip, nail biting into the soft flesh.
"Open your mouth."
Capi clamped his lips shut, a final act of defiance.
Pain exploded across his cheek as MM's hand connected. "I said open it, goddammit!"
A choked sob escaped as Capi's lips parted. MM's thumb pushed past them, invading.
"Suck on it."
Capi shook his head frantically, tears and snot streaking his cheeks. MM's other hand fisted in his hair, yanking hard enough to make Capi gasp.
"If you keep disobeying me, I won't be so good-spirited," MM hissed. "Suck. On. It."
Sobbing uncontrollably now, Capi hollowed his cheeks and began to suck on MM's thumb. The woods fell silent except for MM's slow, heavy breathing and Capi's muffled cries.
MM's tongue darted out to wet his lips, his Adam's apple bobbing as he watched Capi's mouth work. He played with Capi's tongue, pressing down, exploring.
When MM finally pulled his thumb free, he gripped Capi's hair tighter, forcing his head back. The height difference between them seemed to grow with each passing year, MM towering over him like a predator cornering its prey.
"You're pathetic," MM sneered, drinking in the sight of Capi's tear-stained face.
"Please," Capi's breath came in ragged gasps.
MM's grin widened, predatory. He jerked his chin towards a massive oak. "Go to that tree. Put your face on it."
When Capi hesitated, MM shoved him roughly. "NOW."
Stumbling, Capi approached the tree. He glanced back, eyes pleading, before pressing his cheek against the rough bark.
Footsteps squelched in the leaves. A hand landed heavy on Capi's shoulder. Another grasped his jeans, yanking downward.
"No, please!" Capi clawed at the denim, desperate to keep it in place.
"Shut up." MM's forearm pinned Capi to the tree, unyielding as steel.
Fabric rustled as jeans and underwear were forced down. Cold air kissed Capi's exposed skin.
"Damn, you're smooth," MM muttered, squeezing Capi's bottom. The flesh reddened under his touch.
Capi's fingers scrabbled uselessly at MM's hand. "Please, please," he begged.
The rasp of a zipper cut through the forest's silence. Something warm and long pressed against Capi's exposed flesh.
"No, no," Capi hiccupped, chest heaving with panicked breaths.
MM chuckled darkly, spreading Capi open. His member slid along the crack, leaving a slick trail.
"Please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Capi sobbed. The taste of salt and snot coated his lips.
A wet sound, MM spitting, then the slick slide of flesh on flesh. The blunt pressure of MM's cock aligned with Capi's entrance.
Capi thrashed, struggling to break free. MM responded by slamming him harder against the tree. Bark bit into Capi's cheek and shoulder.
"Stay still," MM growled.
"Please don't, please," Capi wailed.
Ignoring the pleas, MM began to push inside. The stretch burned, tearing Capi apart from the inside.
"No, no, it hurts!" Capi's scream echoed through the trees.
"God, you're so tight," MM hissed, sinking halfway in. "Stay still, you dog."
Capi's fingers twisted in MM's jacket, a futile attempt to push him away. MM bottomed out with a grunt, grip bruising on Capi's waist.
Leaning in, MM buried his nose in Capi's hair. His lips curved into a smile against Capi's scalp as he inhaled deeply.
"Pull it out, please," Capi begged, voice cracking.
MM's chuckle rumbled through Capi's body. He withdrew halfway, then slammed back in with brutal force.
Capi yelped, pain searing through him. MM's hand caressed his bottom before delivering a stinging slap.
"Please," Capi whimpered again.
MM responded by repeating the motion - pulling out, then ramming home. Capi bit down on his arm to muffle his cries, the bark of the tree digging into his skin.
A relentless pace began. MM's hips pistoned, driving Capi against the unyielding trunk. Bruises bloomed where Capi's arm braced against the rough surface.
The forest filled with obscene sounds, skin slapping skin, Capi's broken whimpers of "ah, ah, ah," MM's grunts of exertion.
Capi couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Everything blurred into a haze of pain and violation, punctuated by MM's hot breath on his ear. His legs trembled, threatening to give out. Only MM's bruising grip kept him upright as he pounded relentlessly into Capi's battered body.
"God dammit, fuck," MM growled. His rhythm faltered, thrusts growing erratic. With a final, brutal snap of his hips, he bottomed out.
Capi hiccupped, feeling the pulse of MM's release. Hot seed flooded his insides.
MM's forehead pressed against Capi's skull as he caught his breath. When he finally pulled out, something warm trickled down Capi's thigh.
Capi looked down, vision blurry with tears. A mixture of come and blood streaked his skin. His legs trembled, barely supporting his weight.
MM found some leaves on the forest floor and used them to wipe away the evidence from Capi's trembling legs. The gesture felt mockingly gentle after the violence of moments before. He helped Capi pull his underwear and jeans back up, but Capi's hands shook so badly he could barely work the zipper.
Gripping Capi's hair, MM forced the boy to look up at him. His eyes were cold, devoid of any remorse. "If you ever tell anyone about this, I will end you," he growled. "Got it?"
Capi nodded frantically, sniffling.
MM's mouth curved into a satisfied grin. "Good." He released his grip and stepped back, admiring his handiwork before vanishing into the trees.
Capi's legs gave out. He crumpled to the damp forest floor, burying his face against his knees. Gut-wrenching sobs echoed through the woods.
As the sun dipped lower, shadows lengthened across the clearing. In the distance, voices called out - a search party. Capi's breath hitched. He scrubbed at his face, trying to erase the evidence of his ordeal. His body ached, inside and out.
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He'd spent the weekend huddled in the bathroom, scrubbing his skin raw, desperate to wash away the memory of MM's touch. He had tried to convince his mother he was sick, but she hadn’t believed him. On Monday, she drove him to school herself.
The week crawled by in a haze of anxiety. Capi jumped at every sound, every shadow. But MM and his cronies were oddly absent. The peace was unsettling, like the eerie calm before a storm.
A sharp slap to the back of his head jolted Capi from his thoughts. He barely stifled a scream.
"Watch where you're going, tomato," Nacho sneered, high-fiving Jairo as they sauntered past.
And there, looming behind them like a wraith, was MM. Taller, broader, menace radiating from every pore. The sun silhouetted him, casting his face in shadow. But Capi could see the gleam of teeth as MM's lips stretched into a feral grin.
Capi's legs turned to jelly. He stumbled forward, barely able to breathe.
In class, the torment continued. Paper balls and pens pelted the back of Capi's head. He flinched with each impact, hunching lower in his seat. His neck ached from constantly twisting around, searching for MM's face. But MM never looked his way, seemingly disinterested in the whole affair.
As soon as the bell rang, Capi bolted. His chest constricted, each breath a struggle. He had to get out, had to escape. His feet carried him instinctively to the back door, down the alley where the dumpsters lurked.
The walls seemed to close in. Capi clawed at his throat, desperate for air. His vision swam, dark spots encroaching at the edges.
A hand landed heavily on his shoulder. Capi whirled, coming face to face with MM.
Terror spiked through him. His breathing quickened, frantic gasps that did nothing to ease the tightness in his chest. "Please," he wheezed. "Go away. Please go away."
"Shh, easy," MM murmured, stroking Capi's shoulder. The touch sent Capi reeling back, hands scrabbling against rough concrete.
MM's face twisted in anger. As black spots danced at the edge of Capi's vision, a sharp crack echoed through the alley. Pain blossomed across Capi's cheek.
"Snap out of it, goddammit!" MM snarled.
The shock jolted through Capi's system. His gasps turned to wracking sobs.
Another slap, harder this time. "I said snap out of it!"
Capi's breathing slowly steadied, sobs tapering off into hiccupping whimpers. "Please," he begged, though he wasn't sure what he was asking for anymore.
MM rolled his eyes. "Why are you so sensitive? I haven't even done anything to you yet."
Capi's back hit the wall, trapped behind reeking trash cans. Tears streamed down his face as MM loomed over him, predatory grin splitting his features.
"I have a deal for you," MM purred. "A very good deal."
Capi hiccupped, body trembling. The stench of rotting garbage threatened to make him retch.
MM's finger jabbed into Capi's chest, emphasizing each word. "You're gonna be my bitch."
A fat tear rolled down Capi's cheek as he blinked, trying desperately to clear his vision. MM's grip on his jaw was bruising, forcing Capi to meet his gaze.
Leaning in close, MM pressed his forehead against Capi's. His breath was hot, suffocating. "What do you say, tomato? You want me to dial up the punching machine for the last 90 days?"
Capi's head shook minutely, another hiccup escaping his lips.
"Or..." MM's thumb traced Capi's cheekbone. "We can pick up from where we left off last time, hm?"
The sobs came harder now, Capi's entire body trembling. MM shook him roughly. "Answer me!
"Please... please..." Capi's voice was barely a whisper. "I'll do it, I'll do it." He shook like a frightened dog, defeat etched in every line of his body.
"Atta boy," MM grinned, stepping back.
Capi wiped his tears with trembling hands.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" MM spread his legs, an obscene invitation.
Sniffling, Capi sank to his knees. His fingers hovered over MM's zipper, hesitant.
"Faster," MM snapped, impatience lacing his tone.
A pathetic whimper escaped Capi's lips as he fumbled with the zipper. MM's arousal was already evident, tenting the fabric of his boxers. Capi looked up, meeting MM's expectant stare. A hand fisted in his hair, yanking painfully.
Swallowing hard, Capi pulled down the black boxer briefs. MM's member sprang free, angry red and leaking. The stench hit Capi like a punch - unwashed, rancid. His stomach roiled.
MM's grip tightened, eliciting a hiss of pain from Capi. "Why are you always so slow? Faster, class is about to start."
Fighting back another wave of nausea, Capi gave the length a tentative stroke. He licked the head hesitantly, the taste making him want to gag.
"All of it," MM growled, shaking Capi's head roughly
Fighting back his gag reflex, Capi opened wide. He took half the length before MM lost patience.
With a savage thrust, MM buried himself to the hilt. Capi's nose pressed against coarse pubic hair. His hands slapped uselessly against MM's jeans, begging for air.
MM held him there, uncaring. Capi's face turned scarlet. Blackness crept into the edges of his vision.
Just as spots danced before his eyes, MM pulled back. Capi gasped – only to choke as MM slammed in again.
"Fuck, that's good," MM hissed.
MM yanked Capi's face upward, forcing eye contact as he slammed his member deeper. A manic grin split MM's face, teeth bared like fangs.
Capi could only whimper, the sound muffled around the intrusion. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the saliva that dripped from his chin, soaking into his shirt. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pain through his jaw, his throat.
Through watery eyes, Capi watched MM's face contort with pleasure. Teeth gritted, eyes wild with lust and power. The sight made Capi's stomach churn even more than the acrid taste filling his mouth.
Desperate for air, Capi tried to breathe through his nose. His sobs came out garbled, pathetic noises that seemed to spur MM on. The alley echoed with the wet sounds of flesh on flesh, punctuated by MM's grunts and Capi's muffled cries.
"Shit! Shit!"
MM's rhythm faltered, his hips stuttering. A low groan rumbled from his chest. Capi's eyes widened in panic as he realized what was coming.
Hot, bitter fluid flooded Capi's mouth. He gagged, trying desperately to pull away. But MM's grip was unrelenting, forcing him to stay put as pulse after pulse of come shot down his throat.
Capi's lungs burned. He felt like he was drowning, choking on the viscous fluid. His hands scrabbled weakly at MM's thighs, pushing futilely. MM threw his head back, lost in his own pleasure as Capi struggled beneath him.
A cough wracked Capi's body, forcing some of the come out through his nose. The acrid taste coated his tongue, his sinuses. He retched, but there was nowhere for it to go.
Rough hands grabbed him, hauling him to his feet. Capi blinked through tears, meeting MM's hungry gaze. There was something almost admiring in those eyes, like an artist appraising their work.
MM's thumb traced Capi's cheek, smearing tears and saliva. "Since you've been so good," he murmured, voice husky with satisfaction, "I'll keep my word."
A hard shove sent Capi stumbling back against the wall. MM zipped up his jeans, casual as could be. "See you around," he called over his shoulder as he sauntered away.
Capi slumped against the wall, retching. The taste of MM's release coated his tongue - salty, bitter, revolting. He spat, trying to purge the memory from his mouth.
His legs trembled, threatening to give out. The alley spun around him. In the distance, the bell rang. Classes changing. Life moving on while Capi's world imploded.
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Capi's shoulders hunched as he shuffled down the crowded hallway, eyes fixed on the scuffed linoleum beneath his feet. A week had passed since MM's "promise," and true to his word, the torment had lessened. No more bruises blooming across Capi's ribs, no more "accidental" shoves sending him sprawling. Just whispered taunts and mocking laughter when Nacho and Jairo caught him alone.
It was the most peace he'd known in years, if you could call this gnawing dread peace.
Two months left. The thought echoed in Capi's mind like a mantra as he navigated the sea of students. Two months of enduring MM's "attentions" in exchange for this fragile ceasefire. Two months until he could escape this hellhole and never look back.
"Capi?"
The hesitant voice startled him from his spiraling thoughts. He looked up, blinking in surprise at the sight of Kiri standing before him. Her brow was furrowed with concern, hands fidgeting with the strap of her messenger bag.
"Oh. Um. Hi," Capi mumbled, shrinking further into himself. He hadn't spoken to Kiri or Nero since his outburst weeks ago. The memory of it made his cheeks burn with shame.
Kiri bit her lip, clearly wrestling with what to say next. "There's going to be a class celebration before graduation. I was wondering if maybe you'd want to come?"
Capi's eyes widened. Of all the things he'd expected Kiri to say, that wasn't it. "You... you want me there?"
A small, sad smile tugged at Kiri's lips. "Of course we do, Capi. We've missed you."
Guilt clawed at Capi's insides. He'd pushed them away, lashed out when they'd only ever tried to help. The day Jairo and MM had torn up his painting, humiliating him in front of everyone... Capi had snapped. Blamed Kiri and Nero for not stopping it, for not protecting him. As if they could have done anything against MM's reign of terror.
"MM and his friends won't be there," Kiri assured him, noticing his hesitation. "It'll just be us - you, me, Nero, and some of the others from lit class."
The offer dangled before Capi like a lifeline. A chance at normalcy, at friendship, even if just for one night. But doubt gnawed at him. Those people had never liked him. They had avoided him, humiliated him. And now, suddenly, they wanted to include him? Was it kindness, or just a way to ease their guilt?
Capi's throat constricted as he struggled to form the words. "I... I..." He trailed off, eyes darting nervously around the crowded hallway.
Kiri's brow furrowed with concern. "What's wrong?"
"I'm... sorry," Capi finally managed, his nails digging crescents into his palm. "I'm sorry for being angry with you."
Confusion flickered across Kiri's face before her expression softened. She reached out, gently uncurling his clenched fist. "It's okay," she murmured, her thumb tracing soothing circles on his palm.
Capi looked up at her, tears brimming in his eyes. He bit his lip, trying to say more, but the words caught in his throat like jagged glass.
Suddenly, a heavy arm draped across Capi's shoulders. He flinched violently, every muscle in his body tensing.
Kiri's face contorted with rage as she shoved the intruder away. "Get off him!"
"Jeez, I was just saying hello." MM's voice dripped with mock innocence as he stumbled back dramatically.
Capi turned, his stomach plummeting as he saw MM's predatory grin. He shrank into himself, visibly trembling.
MM cocked his head to the side, eyes glittering with malice. "What's the matter? Am I interrupting the lovebirds?"
Kiri's glare could have melted steel.
"Hey, everyone!" MM's voice boomed through the hallway. Students stopped in their tracks, turning to witness the unfolding spectacle. MM grabbed Capi by the scruff of his neck, yanking him forward like a puppet on display. "Poor Capi here was just complaining to Kiri that he couldn't get it up!"
Laughter rippled through the crowd. Capi's face burned with humiliation as his classmates' eyes bored into him.
"Shut up!" Kiri snarled, hands clenched into fists at her sides.
MM ignored her, focusing his attention back on Capi. His fingers dug painfully into the smaller boy's flesh. "Aw, don't worry, baby. You'll grow into it eventually."
Capi's heart thundered in his chest. MM's touch felt like fire on his skin, searing and inescapable. He was paralyzed, unable to move or speak as panic clawed at his insides.
MM pinched Capi's cheek, cooing in a sickeningly sweet voice. "Aww, is baby speechless?" He turned to Kiri with an exaggerated wink. "Don't worry, I know for a fact he's been jerking off to your picture in the bathroom stalls."
The hallway erupted in cruel laughter. Kiri's face flushed crimson, a mixture of anger and embarrassment.
Capi's breathing came in ragged gasps. He swiped furiously at the tears that had escaped down his cheeks, hating himself for showing weakness.
Kiri's small hand wrapped around Capi's wrist. "Let's go," she hissed, yanking him away from MM's grasp.
MM chuckled, releasing Capi with an exaggerated flourish. "Run along, lovebirds!"
As Kiri pulled him down the hallway, Capi risked a glance back. MM's eyes locked onto his, a predatory grin twisting his features. The message was clear: this wasn't over.
"You need to talk to someone," Kiri insisted once they were around the corner. "This is getting out of hand."
Capi stared down at her fingers still wrapped around his wrist. The warmth of her touch felt alien after so long. He wanted to explain, to make her understand the impossibility of what she was asking. His father worked for MM's father. The whole damn school was in the Martinez family's pocket. Who would listen to him? Who would believe the word of a nobody against the golden boy of Marid?
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MM's fingers dug into Capi's scalp as he shoved him against the grimy wall. Dust motes danced in the dim light filtering through the storage room's single dirty window. The acrid smell of cleaning supplies mingled with sweat and fear.
"You like that, you freak?" MM's voice was a low growl as he pressed his leg between Capi's trembling thighs. His eyes glinted with cruel amusement. "Did you let her fuck you, huh?"
Tears welled in Capi's eyes as he shook his head frantically. "Please, no, I didn't-" His voice was choked, barely a whisper.
MM's knee ground against Capi's crotch, eliciting a pained whimper. "Probably whored yourself out already. You're just so fucking easy."
"Please, I didn't," Capi sobbed, his hands scrabbling desperately at MM's iron grip on his throat. Panic clawed at his insides as his lungs burned for air.
Leaning in close, MM pressed his forehead against Capi's. His breath was hot, suffocating. "You are mine." The words were a possessive snarl. Veins stood out on MM's forehead as his fingers tightened. "And if you ever do otherwise, I'll fucking kill you."
Terror coursed through Capi's veins. He nodded frantically, eyes wide and pleading. Anything to make it stop, to breathe again.
MM's rage slowly morphed into a menacing smile as he released his grip. Capi crumpled, coughing and heaving as he clutched his abused throat.
"Down on your knees."
Capi sniffled, a few muffled sobs escaping before he sank to his knees. He looked up at MM, defeated and trembling.
"You know what to do." MM's grin stretched on his face, fangs at the corner of his mouth.
Wiping away tears with shaking hands, Capi shuffled forward. His fingers fumbled with MM's zipper, clumsy in their haste to obey.
Impatience flashed in MM's eyes. He tangled his fingers in Capi's hair, yanking him forward to mouth at the bulge straining against his boxers.
Capi whimpered pathetically, trying to appease MM by nuzzling and mouthing at the fabric. His stomach churned with revulsion, but fear kept him compliant.
"Yeah, that's right," MM crooned, his hand stroking Capi's hair with mock gentleness.
When Capi finally tugged MM's boxers down, the engorged member sprang free, slapping against his tear-stained cheek. MM's grip tightened painfully in Capi's hair, forcing him to look up.
With his free hand, MM began slapping his cock against Capi's face. The wet sounds echoed in the cramped room. "God, you should see yourself now." He smeared sticky precome across Capi's flushed skin. "So red."
Capi sniffled, trying to focus through the haze of humiliation. He tentatively licked along the shaft, planting hesitant kisses that made MM hiss with pleasure.
Gathering his courage, Capi wrapped trembling fingers around the base of MM's cock. He parted his lips, slowly taking the length into his mouth.
"All the way down. Don't be a tease." MM tapped Capi's cheek in warning.
A muffled whimper escaped as Capi struggled to take more. His throat constricted, fighting against the intrusion. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes as he forced himself to relax, to submit.
MM's head lolled back, a guttural moan escaping his throat. His fingers tangled in Capi's hair, alternating between cruel yanks and mock-gentle strokes.
Capi pulled back, hollowing his cheeks as he sank down again on MM's throbbing member. The bitter taste of precome coated his tongue. He fought the urge to gag as MM thrust shallowly to meet his pace.
Occasionally, MM would hold Capi in place, forcing his face against coarse pubic hair until he struggled for air. MM watched, mesmerized, as his cock disappeared into Capi's unwilling mouth.
"You're good at this," MM taunted, his voice thick with pleasure. He watched Capi's cheeks bulge obscenely. "Born for it."
To emphasize his point, MM slammed his hips forward brutally. Capi choked, tears streaming down his flushed face.
"I'm gonna miss you when we graduate," MM mused, pinching Capi's cheek. The action elicited a muffled sob that sent vibrations through his cock.
Suddenly, MM pulled out. A thick strand of saliva still connected his member to Capi's abused lips. He yanked Capi up roughly, gripping him firmly under the arm.
"Turn around"
"No, please," Capi whispered, shaking his head. His voice was raw, broken.
MM's hand cracked across Capi's face. "Do what I told you, bitch."
Trembling, Capi slowly turned. Tears blurred his vision as he leaned over the dusty table, burying his face in his arms.
"And don't you dare turn around," MM grinned as he slowly took out his phone, the camera was on.
MM's hands were rough as he yanked at Capi's jeans. When Capi instinctively tried to hold them up, MM grabbed a fistful of hair and slammed his head against the table. "Stay still."
A pitiful whimper escaped as MM ripped the jeans away. Cool air hit Capi's exposed skin, making him shudder.
MM's palms kneaded Capi's flesh, spreading him open. He spat crudely, making Capi jolt at the sensation.
One hand pressed Capi's head down, immobilizing him. With the other, MM guided his saliva-slicked cock to Capi's entrance.
Capi's breath came in short, panicked gasps. He felt like he was drowning, suffocating under the weight of MM's cruelty. But no one was coming to save him.
MM groaned as he slowly sank into that tight heat. The burn of the intrusion made Capi bite back a scream. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to disconnect from the violation of his body.
"Fuck, you're tight," MM hissed, bottoming out. He ground his hips in a slow circle, savoring the feeling. "Such a perfect little hole."
Capi's fingers scrabbled uselessly against the worn tabletop. He wanted to beg, to plead, but knew it would only excite MM more. So he bit his lip until he tasted blood, trying to stay silent.
MM set a brutal pace, each thrust jolting Capi's smaller frame. The table creaked ominously beneath them.
"You love this, don't you?" MM's voice was thick with sadistic pleasure. "Taking my cock like the little slut you are."
Capi shook his head weakly, unable to form words. His world had narrowed to the searing pain, the horrible fullness.
MM's hand pressed Capi's face against the grimy table, pinning him in place as he thrust relentlessly. Each time he bottomed out, Capi let out a small, broken squeak that only fueled MM's savage desire.
The camera lens captured every degrading detail - MM's cock disappearing into Capi's unwilling body, then panning up to his tear-stained face. MM knew he'd replay this later, stroking himself to the memory of Capi's pretty whines.
When Capi noticed the camera, a fresh wave of panic washed over him. "No, please, no," he whimpered, his voice barely audible.
MM responded with a particularly vicious thrust that knocked the air from Capi's lungs. He stopped recording, tucking the phone away as Capi continued to plead. "Please, delete it..."
Gripping a fistful of Capi's hair, MM yanked his head back. "God, it's just a video," he sneered, his arm snaking around Capi's waist as he pounded into him mercilessly. "Something to make sure you won't tell anyone."
"I won't, please, please-" Capi's words dissolved into broken sobs.
"I know," MM growled. He grabbed Capi's jaw, forcing a bruising kiss. When Capi tried to turn away, MM wrenched his head back, tongue invading his mouth.
MM's thrusts slowed, grinding deep as he consumed Capi's mouth. The taste of fear and desperation only heightened his arousal. "Fuck... fuck..." he moaned against Capi's lips, hips snapping forward in sharp, erratic motions.
Capi whimpered, hands scrabbling for purchase as MM's brutal thrusts threatened to topple him. Hot seed flooded his insides, marking him in the most intimate way possible.
They stayed frozen like that, panting heavily. MM chuckled, planting a mocking peck on Capi's tear-stained cheek. "You're like a girl," he taunted, biting down hard enough to bruise. "And tighter than one, too."
A ping from Capi's phone drew MM's attention. He snatched it up, eyes narrowing at the message from Kiri asking about graduation plans.
"Your girlfriend texting you," MM growled, grinding his softening cock deeper into Capi's abused hole. "Should I send her a picture of what a good little cock sleeve you are?"
Capi let out a muffled sob, shaking his head frantically.
MM's fingers dug into Capi's jaw, forcing him to meet his gaze. "One thing about me," he snarled, grip tightening until Capi whimpered in pain, "Is that I’m terrible with sharing"
Capi nodded desperately, anything to make it stop. MM's lips curled into a menacing smile before he spat directly in Capi's face. The glob of saliva mingled with tears and sweat, a final degrading mark of ownership.
MM tilted his head, watching him, smiling. “You know what happens, don’t you? If you let her get too close?”
Capi sniffled, body trembling, nodding so fast his vision blurred. His knees barely held him up, and MM only watched, letting the silence stretch, a predator savoring the fear twisting in his prey’s gut..
“I’m not a forgiving person, Capi.” His voice was calm, almost thoughtful, as he zipped his jeans. “Remember that.”
Capi swayed, hands gripping the edge of the table to stay upright. His legs felt useless, shaking beneath him like a newborn fawn’s. The storage room air felt too thick, his own breath scraping his throat as he tried to hold himself together.
“Fix your hair. You look like shit.” MM buttoned his shirt, not even sparing him a glance.
Capi nodded weakly, trembling fingers dragging through his damp, mussed hair.
Then MM was gone, the door clicking shut behind him. The silence he left in his wake pressed in on Capi’s chest, suffocating, endless.