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“You should take estrogen.”
The first time Satoru had said it, Suguru had been taken aback.
“Mmm-hmm,” Suguru shrugs as he plucks his pretty brows.
Satoru watches him from his desk, head resting in his arms. So pretty.
So so so so pretty…
Everything from Suguru’s long, flowing hair to his tight little waist and his birthing hips (how does a cis man look so girly?!), it drives Satoru insane.
He needs to fuck him so bad.
He’s never come out with it directly. Yes, he tells him to transition, wear panties and stick his chest out more, but Suguru always takes it as the joke he half-means it to be. There’s layers of irony over his feelings now, and he thinks that if he did confess that Suguru would just laugh it off as just another joke.
His heart would break.
So he just yearns at his best friend, even while said best friend just goes on like Satoru doesn’t want to pin him down and rip his clothes off and-
“You gonna stare at me all day, Satoru?” Suguru stares down at him from where he sits, legs crossed all demurely with a personal mirror perched in a lithe hand. If he had an ounce less restraint, Satoru would mount the bitch on that desk, make a real wife out of him.
Suguru wouldn’t be able to resist him; his time in the baseball club has made him stronger, shoulders broadening in proportion with Suguru’s hips. His arms and legs are well-developed, packed with muscle and his chest is nothing to scoff at either. He imagines his future wife’s cute little boobs pressed against his pecs. He groans
“Satoru!!” he startles and looks up. Suguru stands in front of him, lips glistening in the afternoon sun…
“U-uh, yeah?”
“I’m getting a snack from the canteen; you want anything?” Those sharp eyes squint down at Satoru.
“Uh.. n-no, I’m good,” Satoru murmurs, about ready to drool at the grace with which the other’s hips sway as he leaves the classroom.
So fucking hot!!
He watches the doorway for a few more moments, hoping Suguru’s forgotten something just so he can watch him sway in and sway all the way out again. Instead, the wet plap plap plap from within the classroom draws his attention, so he turns his gaze to the free-use girl bouncing on her assigned student.
It would have been obscene a hundred years ago, but now it’s just a part of everyday life.
Those who drag society down are made to support those that lift society up.
If the class average grade is dragged too far down, then it’s clear that some students need to be repurposed to reward the highest-achievers. Satoru would qualify, but like Suguru he’s denied the chance to be assigned an assistant. Unlike Suguru, it’s because Satoru doesn’t want anyone but Suguru.
That doesn’t mean he couldn’t use one anyway; he could ask the student currently relaxing in his chair, eyes screwed shut in pure bliss, if he wants to share, and the girl can’t do a thing about it. The guy would probably accept, too, with how highly he regards Satoru, but he still refuses.
If he was truly desperate, he’d head to the communal bathrooms and use the former-students chained up in there from the beginning to the end of the school day. It makes him cringe to think about putting his dick near something so well-used, however. Those loose fucks are for the unremarkable and the janitors to jerk themselves off with.
He only has eyes on the premium pussy.
Only Suguru returning draws his attention away from the shameless scene before him, the other scrunching his nose at the smell of jizz and sweat.
“Clean yourself up!” he barks at the couple, and the assistant quickly moves to grab some personal wipes from her skimpy cosplay of a school uniform to do just that.
“Fucking pigs…” Suguru mumbles as he takes his seat once again, the slightest hint of pink dusting his cheeks. Satoru catalogues the sight for his fap session later, along with the sight of him gently biting at the rice cake he brought back.
“Suguruuuu, don’t you need to study?” Satoru whines, head now propped on his fist as he retrieves his phone. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Suguru stop munching for a second and roll his eyes.
“I have a double-session booked with the tutor after school,” he pauses to take another bite, whereupon Gojo whips his phone up to capture him pretty little face, mouth open and eyes beginning to widen in realisation. A little crumb clings to his chin, and Gojo wants to lick it off.
Like with his previous comments, behaviour like this would have upset the other man, but instead Suguru just groans, brows furrowed, before talking again.
“The principle won’t budge; I gotta pass this one or they’ll…” he can’t finish the thought.
“I think he fancies you, Suguru,” Satoru coos. He hears a scoff but no response, “don’t worry, babygirl, I’ll make sure to keep you all to myself.”
Suguru’s cheeks turn red.
“As if!” he turns away as Satoru cackles madly.
He doesn’t say that he’s serious, that he’ll fight everyone in this school to keep Suguru for himself, tie him to his bed for the rest of his life if it means he can’t escape.
God, he’s hopeless.
——
“Seriously? Now?!” Suguru exclaims as the fire alarm blares. It’s likely a routine drill and everyone treats it as such, making sure none of their personal effects are left behind (assistants included).
For his part, Suguru is furiously scribbling the last answers to his exam paper while the teacher harries him along. Satoru giggles as he slams his pencil down, rises up to his feet and power walks out, teacher in tow.
Satoru is about to join him when he eyes the test. Written in pencil, as per school regulations.
Suguru’s last chance in society, before he’s reduced to someone’s property.
He can’t help but grin.
He’s five minutes late to joining everyone at the courtyard, the alarm still blaring.
——
Suguru doesn’t turn up for a week.
Despite the test results not being announced yet, everyone knew; noone just happens to disappear following the exams.
It’s Friday morning, they’ve only just taken their seats and everyone is already talking. As excited as Satoru is for what’s to come, he bristles that his classmates, even ones with their own toys, are gossiping about things they really shouldn’t.
“What’s he gonna look like?”
“Bet he cries taking it up the ass.”
“Fucker’s gonna be in the urinals, I know it.”
He doesn’t scream.
Talking and talking and guessing about his Suguru! He should beat all their asses, make sure noone but him is in line. Even if his little princess ends up in the bathrooms, he’ll snap the cuffs off himself and take him home, fuck any consequences.
As wealthy as Suguru’s family are, they couldn’t save their baby boy from being demoted from person to cumdump. Satoru’s family is richer by an order of magnitude. Nevermind flunking tests or annoying the faculty, he could put people in the hospital and noone could touch him beyond a slap on the wrist.
He thinks that if anyone tries to claim Suguru, he’ll test just how much leeway he really has.
Then the teacher walks in for the morning meeting, and his old friend enters behind him.
Naked.
Everyone gasps, the room immediately awash with whispers, but Satoru doesn’t care. He can’t look away from Suguru.
His ear piercings are gone, hair flowing down his back with no bangs to obstruct that pretty face. His dick is caged, and the size of the thing is pathetic; Satoru always suspected he was more gifted in the back than the front, but not this much.
Under his plump little boytits is a tattoo, and the characters make his dick tent even harder than it already was.
‘Property of: Satoru Gojo’
The teacher gestures at Satoru, and his new toy commences his walk of shame between the desks to where his new owner sits. He doesn’t speak the whole time, even as the whole class inspect him like cattle.
When Suguru finally reaches him, he just impatiently stares down at Satoru’s lap, eyes narrowed.
“Hurry up, already.” It’s a low murmur, but he hears it loud and clear.
He feigns ignorance, just tilts his head and watches Suguru’s brows scrunch so cutely.
“D-don’t make me ask, Satoru, this is humiliating enough.”
From Suguru, that’s begging.
Satoru smirks and fishes his rock-hard cock from his slacks, shifting in his seat to free his length from their tight confines; he deliberately went without underwear today, just to make the eventual process as easy as possible and give him as few obstacles between his leaking dick and that awaiting pussy.
Suguru’s eyes blow wide as he beholds the monster before him, standing at thirteen inches and lightly bobbing under it’s own weight, slick with sweat and precum leaking from his tip. Satoru can almost see the love hearts glow in his pupils, even as he pretends to be disgusted.
“Down, baby,” Satoru simply points down, and Suguru’s cheeks turn scarlet. He looks at Satoru’s sweaty dick with disgust, but Satoru doesn’t care.
He doesn’t have a choice anymore.
The morning meeting starts, drawing the attention of all but the closest students to him, but he doesn’t care. He just watches, heart pounding as the man he’s been thirsting over all this time slinks to the floor. He has to have been built to be a fuckhole, the way his thick thighs squish together and swallow his clitty up, how his little tits wobble as he moves, how gently his lithe fingers caress his cock.
He groans, unable to tear his gaze away from the black nails as he gets a feel for the length before him.
“D-did they teach you to service a dick properly, baby?” Suguru lets out a little whimper, but Satoru keeps going, “did the nasty old men make you suck them off, one-by-one? Did they at least keep your pussy intact for me to use, hmm?”
Suguru shakes his head at each accusation, and Satoru is relieved. Noone touches his bitch, he can teach his future wife himself.
“Take me into your mouth, babygirl,” He coos, and Suguru gulps. His bitch hesitates, clearly nervous at the request, so Satoru takes it upon himself to help. He grabs at the base of his cock, leaving most of his plentiful inches free, and presses it down to Suguru’s plump lips.
“Open up, bitch,” he coos, and this time Suguru obeys him. Without being asked, that pink little kitten tongue pokes out, and Satoru wastes no time slapping his moist cock down. Every whap leaves a little bit of pre on Suguru’s tongue.
As much of a fuss Suguru has put up, those pupils never leave his cock. He goes cross-eyed when it reaches his tongue, and Satoru scoffs.
“Act so fucking dignified, but you were meant to be a cockslave, weren’t you? Pretty little girl, you’re mine.” Suguru whimpers at his words, only for his pretty little noises to break into a gurgle as Satoru plunges his cock down that slender throat.
He whimpers, high and needy, as half his length sits sheathed in Suguru. His bitch gags and retches around the intrusion and it only makes him lean over his desk and grab the back of Suguru’s head to grind his cock even deeper. It’s a tight fit, his monstrous length inside that unprepared gullet, but he doesn’t care. He needs to be buried inside now.
At three-quarters inside, Suguru starts to struggle, struggling for air. Satoru only stops to slap him across the cheeks with his free hand, just hard enough to leave a sting, and then keep tugging his head closer to his crotch.
With only a couple inches left, Satoru can’t help but moan, wailing louder than even the other students’ property. Drool slips from his mouth, though it’s nothing compared to the spit coating his dick, frothing around Suguru’s swollen lips.
The moment those soft lips are nestled within his pubes, Satoru cums for the first time in a week. He wraps his arms around Suguru’s head and mashes his own cheek into the top of his desk while his balls empty seven days of backed-up nut into his bitch’s belly.
Every rope, every drop is meant for Suguru, would be wasted anywhere but inside his cocksleeve. It’s all for him, and now Satoru gets to pump every single load of his directly into Suguru’s guts.
He wonders if he can make his wife live on his jizz alone. He’s already producing making enough to gently swell his baby’s belly, there has to be a way. Just the thought makes him keen, knees trembling as he just keeps cumming. He always knew he was virile, knew he was a prime fucking stud, but he never felt both so powerful and so much of a loser as he whines, shivers and grinds his pubes against Suguru’s face.
After a few minutes of pure bliss, his orgasm finally wanes. Even as pleasure tingles through him, he scoots his chair back, dragging Suguru out from underneath where he’s still held tight on his dick. His babygirl is unconscious, breathing even as his gullet massages Satoru’s softening length. It’s hard to stay soft, however, not when those thrumming insides tease the blood back in as quickly as it leaves his dick.
To Satoru, this is perfect. Without moving Suguru, he unties the belt he bought specifically for this occasion and wraps it behind his babygirl’s head. He threads the leather through the buckle and pulls as tight as he can, pressing Suguru’s face as close as it could possibly go, and fastens it all together.
He swivels his hips a little, and Suguru comes right with him, as if he’s more an accessory to Satoru, an extension of his owner rather than a person. Whenever he does wake up, he won’t even have to move his pretty little head, won’t have to bother even thinking. All he has to do is be.
As Satoru scoots his chair back in, he finds himself feeling a little guilty.
He’ll miss his best friend. They suffered and laughed and cried together.
But when he’s like this, dumb on his dick and milking every drop from his heavy balls is a far better use of Suguru’s porn-built body than being an actual member of society.
He plans to keep Suguru like this all day, attached to his crotch while chugging on his jizz. He won’t even have to move to take a piss now, not when he has the perfect urinal too. And at the end of the day, he’ll probably untie him and make him walk with dead legs in front of him to their home.
Really, he’s won; he’s the smartest and he has the prettiest bitch, and he plans to keep it that way for the rest of their lives.
Satoru pictures him fluttering around their future home, keeping the place tidy and keeping a beer nice and chilled for him when he arrives at the door. He wonders if his former best friend would look better in a frilly apron or in an elegant kimono.
He wonders if he should get him more tattoos. Have his bitch warm his cock while his lifetime inferiority, his subservience is inked onto whatever part of him Satoru desires.
Yeah, he’ll miss his best friend. He likes his new bitch better.