From the moment you entered this specific high school you pretty much figured out that there is a specific time you do not enter the second floor bathroom with the red door.
Nobody ever entered this bathroom at 12:45 to 1:25 every Wednesday and Fri...
Flipping around, Ian moved away and started tip toeing towards the door, his back to it before he bumped against the handle, his body jolting as he turned to look at it.
He almost escaped, almost go out free when an abnormally large hand came around his waist and another came over his mouth to halt the scream of surprise "hi" a raspy voice chuckled in his ear. He let out a scream anyways, it being muffled by the hand muting him.
Ian struggled against the mans hold, feeling every bit of the muscles of the man and flushed red, his legs kicked out, trying to fling back and catch the mans foot but he failed and was pulled back, his eyes shooting towards the other people's.
The other people in the bathroom where all watching him, with interest, with shock, or the smallest male there who was currently pinning another boy against the wall, was staring at him with lust. He shifted around in the boys grasp uncomfortably, glad that the hand over his face was large enough for cover at least half of his cheeks and block out the embarrassed blush.
With one last attempt to escape, Ian flung his head back, trying to get the bugs chin but only hit air and sailed back forwards with a grunt.
His escape plan failed, and it didn't go over so well with whoever was holding him, not in the slightest because a few seconds later the hand over his mouth fell onto his neck. It stayed still for a mere second before it closed and cut off Ian's breathing making his choke out a gag and run his fingers over the mans arms.
With the lack of breath, his lungs began to burn and beg for air while his eyes filled with water and a few dropped out of his eyes. A thumb was pressed against his pressure point and slowly was making him woozy and out of it.
Thankfully someone halted his actions and another ones hand gently rested against the mans arms, pulling it away from Ian's neck.
"Kiva, he can't breathe" the male being pressed against the wall said and pushed away to stand in the middle of the room, well aware of his pants showcasing his boner just begging to be released.
The man holding him-Kiva as the man called him, loosened his hold a bit for Ian to be able to take in a half breathe and he panted heavily, his lungs increasing when air filled them "that's it" the same man said, his eyes softening "stop choking people unless they ask" he told Kiva who let out a grunt and caught an air deprived Ian under this arms.
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