Straight A's E20 | He's a bully but it turns me on.

Everyone is over the age of 18

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Ah shit, I typed this sentence already. 

Rubbing my eyes, I take a look at the time. It's 1 am now so that means if I fall asleep right at this instant, then I could get 5 hours of sleep. Then I can wake up and finish the rest of this assignment. 

It's not even my assignment, for God’s sake. It's Ben’s. If only Troy and him were in the same program, then my life would be easier. Then I'd just get two dicks for half the work. World peace would follow quickly after. 

I blink hard to stop myself from going too off-track. I had to do my assignment first, and then I did Troy’s, so I have no more juice to finish this last one. 

Ok. Tomorrow. I'll wake up early and then I'll finish it. 

It was one of the mornings where you swear you didn't hear the alarm, but it was miraculously already turned off. I woke up with just enough time to put on some clothes and scurry to class. 

Ben’s going to fucking kill me. I'm dead. I'm so dead. 

When is this light going to change?! I hate being late and just as expected, none of the traffic wants to cooperate with me either. 

Whatever. He’ll probably still pass if he sends it in as it is. It's just missing two questions at the end. I email Ben the doc from my phone and go back to worrying about getting to class on time. 

I was only 5 minutes late, which was not too bad. I chose a seat in the back to not disturb the class and everything went smoothly as it could. By lunch time though, I was starting to burn out. I didn't get enough sleep and the frazzled morning was exhausting. I still had one more class to trudge through. 

Best thing about being a nerd is that I don't have any friends. So that meant I could wait outside the lecture hall with my headphones on and doze off during the couple minutes we had left. 

That was the plan anyways. I hardly got settled in before the headphones were yanked from my ears. 

“What the fuck is this?” 

I opened my eyes to a laptop being shoved into my face. The bright screen made it impossible to read with my bleary eyes. 

“Ay-yo! Anyone in there?” 

Slap slap.

The two slaps on my left cheek brings me to full awareness and I focus in on Ben looking down at me. He shoves the laptop in my face again and repeats, “What the fuck is this?”

“I ran out of time,” I started to explain myself. “It should still be fine.” 

The next thing I knew, I was being dragged from my seat from the arm. I thought about my backpack, which has my laptop in there, and those thoughts disappeared when my face was used to open the washroom door. 

“Get out of here!” I hear Ben shout and some other guys brush past me on their way out. He pushes me until I'm at the far end of the washroom where the stalls are. 

“I can get it done tonight,” I plead, looking behind his thick stature for a way out. 

“Yeah, what good is that going to do me?” Ben sneers. “No, you fucker, you're going to do it right now.” 

“Okay.” My voice shakes. “My laptop is…”

“No. Here.”  Ben pushes his laptop on to my chest and I realize my hands are shaking too. 

“Sit your ass down.” 

I slid down the tiled wall until I sat down on the nasty washroom floor. That wasn’t my biggest worry though. Did you know it’s nearly impossible to type when your hands are shaking like this? Still, I took a couple of deep breaths. It’s only 2 questions. Under pressure, it took me less than 5 minutes to finish. A little adrenaline can work wonders. 

“About time,” Ben says and takes the laptop from me to check. “Uh huh. That’s what I thought.” 

I play with my hands nervously while he paces back and forth reading from his laptop. He didn’t tell me I could get up yet, and I didn’t feel like I should take my chances. 

“Fuck.” Ben’s foot catches a stray piece of paper under the sink and he kicks it off, making a loud noise on the tiles. I flinch at it, shrinking back further to the wall. Ben catches my reaction and sneers at me. “Dude, you’re such a fucking beta.” 

I bend my knees towards my chest as he looms over me. 

Please don’t hurt me.

“You think I’m going to kick you in the nuts or something?” He makes a gesture like he might and I flinch again. It makes him laugh and I feel absolutely degraded at his reaction.

I am a beta.

“You’re not one of those losers that gets their rocks off on getting roughed up, right? That would be even more pathetic.” 

I am. Especially to alpha men. 

Ben looks at me curiously, then kicks off his right shoe. The shoe flies at me and hits the wall just beside my shoulder. Completely enthralled by the situation, I sit quietly as his socked foot comes closer to me. 

“Ah…” I gasp softly as he pushes his foot into my crotch. 

“Oh, fucking gross.” Ben recoils, hopping back on his other foot. “You’re hard. That’s fucked up.” 

I look up nervously, wondering how he’s going to react to that information. He doesn’t have to do anything about it, of course. The look of his contempt on his face.. Well that’s…

So 

Fucking

Hot.

“You like being punished, you little freak?” Ben asks.

I nod shyly, then avoid his eye contact.

“Ah!” His foot lands on my crotch again, hard enough for it to hurt. 

“You’re into this shit?” His foot grinds hard into my groin, making me squirm from the discomfort. The pain bled into the humiliation which bled into making my boner that much thicker. His socked toes run the length of my hard shaft. “Can’t nobody tell me that betas aren’t real. This is fucking ridiculous.”

Ben pushes his foot harder into my crotch and I yelp in pain this time, holding his foot so it wouldn’t go any further. He scoffs at me and flings my hands off. Instead of doing the same thing again, he lifts his foot up and takes off his sock. Reaching one arm out and balancing on the wall above me, he lifts his foot until it's at the height of my face. Straight away, I smell the odour from his soles and the tanginess makes my boner raging hard. 

Can I?

My question was answered when his big toe touched my lips and I opened my mouth to take it in. I get 3 of his toes in while the other two rub against the side of my mouth. 

He tastes exactly the way he smells. Ben doesn’t move, so I use my tongue to slide between his toes, thoroughly cleaning the bottom of the curve on each one. 

“Nasty. Real fucking nasty.” Ben pulls his foot out of my mouth and places it back on my crotch. With no socks, he almost grips the shape of my burning shaft with his toes.

“Ah…ahh…” I look up for the next instructions. The next permission. The next anything!!

“You don’t get this today. You don’t deserve it.” Ben grabs his bulge and shakes it a couple times. “Don’t you ever fuck with me again, capiche?” His foot rubs my crotch and my excitement nearly goes over the tipping point. 

I nod frantically, and Ben shakes his head again at me. He puts his sock and shoe back on, then turns to me one more time. He doesn’t say anything then, but he mutters something as he turns around. 

“Fuckin’ loser.”