Rantaro woke up, disoriented and looking around the room he was in. He was in a classroom, one for the students in the lower classes. He tried to get up, which is when he realized he was tied to the chair he was in, red ropes around his thighs, chest, wrapping around him to his hands, which were also binded together with handcuffs.
He tried not to panic, there was probably a... moderately logical explanation to why he was tied up here. He took a breath and tried to think over why he was tied up in an empty classroom when he heard a door click open behind him. He turned around to see a younger student, Shuichi Saihara. He was around a year younger than him, didn't do much to stand out, and was considered a fairly good student.
Rantaro sighed in relief knowing it's just him, still confused about the ropes but at least he knew the younger man didn't have any intentions of harming him. The smaller boy looked over to him and smiled, "Oh good, you're awake" he said gently, getting a glass of water and mixing some sort of powder into it, a gentle smile on his face.
"So... uhm, Saihara-kun? Why am I here?" He asked, an awkward laugh leaving him at the end. The smaller boy just looked at him and gave him a smile, before walking over to him and bringing the glass to his lips. "We can talk about that later, just drink up like a good boy hm?"
Rantaro felt his cheeks flush, it almost seemed like Shuichi was... talking down to him. But he was probably just imagining it.
He hesitantly parted his lips, the logical part of his brain told him to at least ask what the powder was, but the other part went pliant the minute Shuichi called him a good boy.
He drank the entire glass, flushing deeper at the quiet gentle praise the younger boy gave him, gently petting his hair like he was a puppy. He looked up when he was finished, feeling his body heat up and the endless praise the boy above him was giving him.
He didn't know why, but being praised by Saihara like this made him go braindead.
He sat in his chair quietly as shuichi left the room, going out to get something. Rantaro sat there patiently, but he felt his legs start to tremble, and his breathing go heavy.
What was happening? He was fine just a few minutes ago. But now he was panting and his entire body felt overwhelmingly hot. He whimpered when he felt the heat between his legs, and then it clicked in his head what was happening.
Shuichi had drugged him.
What drug? Rantaro didn't know, but he had a good guess. He heard the door click open once more, but instead of being met with a gentle smile, he was met with one that made him shiver in fear.
"You... you bastard, why d-did you drug me?" He said, trying not to let the drug get the best of him. He tried to get out of the binded ropes, kicking against them and trying to yell out of someone, but stopping when he felt a cold sharp metal against his throat.
"Oh Amami, there's no need to get all fussy" the boy said sweetly,"I only want to take care of you, such good care of you hm?" He brought the blade down his neck to his chest, "Just be a good boy and take what i'm giving you" He said before giggling and bringing the blade to his heat, "I know you want it too"
Rantaro let out a sound of confusion before he was prompted to look down, he whimpered at the sight. He was soaked, a small patch forming on his uniform. He tried to close his legs out of embarrassment but whined when he got them forced open again.
"My my Amami-kun, that won't do at all" the boy said, a small frown on his face. The boy began to unzip the older boy's pants as the other thrashed against him weakly, mind starting to grow hazy from the drug.
Shuichi brought the blade to Rantaro's underwear, eliciting a fearful whimper from the boy above him."You're so wet Amami-kun! I bet anyone could slip into you so easily right now." The boy shivered, nodding without thinking and spreading his legs to give Shuichi a better view. Was it the drug that was making him do this? He had no clue.
Shuichi giggled as he began to play with the elastic of Rantaro's boxers. "As much as I'd love to take these off, I want to hear you tell me to touch you. It's much more fun that way! That way I can see how much of a whore you really are Amami-kun!"
Rantaro whined, grinding his hips against what he could, a soft mumble of "please" leaving his lips, he cried out when he got a slap to his cunt, writhing at the pain and feeling himself get disgustingly wetter.
"If you want me to touch you you have to beg properly, I'm not gonna touch some brain dead dog who can't even speak" Shuichi said coldly, making Rantaro shiver in his seat.
"...or you know" Shuichi said with a smile, "If you truly can't speak for yourself you can always bark like a helpless puppy! I even have a collar with your name on it right here" Shuichi giggled, taking out a collar with Rantaro's name engraved onto it. Rantaro let out a pathetic noise of humiliation before letting a soft bark leave his lips.
The look in Shuichi's eyes was like a kid who got a new toy, he smiled sickeningly before getting up to face Rantaro, pulling his hair up to make the dazed boy look at him. "You really are a mutt aren't you? Too braindead to think for yourself hm?" Rantaro nodded,eyes teary and mouth hung open with his tongue out, Saihara couldn't help but open his mouth wider and spit into it, making the boy underneath him quiver and close his legs shut.
"You're my mutt aren't you? My personal pet." he smiled, puting the collar in place and clasping it shut. The boy looked at him, pupils almost going into hearts as he nodded, nuzzling his face against Shuichi's hand. Rantaro didn't even want to resist Shuichi anymore, all he wanted was to feel good,and shuichi could give that to him.
He giggled mindlessly when Shuichi began to take off his boxers, mindlessly trying to hump against his hand which earned him another slap, which made him quiver and moan, making the smaller boy look up at him in both disgust and satisfaction.
"God you're so disgusting Amami-kun... you're getting turned on by me hitting you like this, drugging you up and using your pathetic body for what it is.... And you still want more?" The boy nodded frantically, desperation finally about to break him. A soft needy bark leaving him, making Shuichi twitch in his pants.
"Well then I guess I can't say no to my little puppy can I?"
Rantaro shivered as Saihara finally took off his boxers, staring at him with a smile, "You're so wet, it's so pathetically cute. You can't help but get turned on by things like this can you Amami-kun? So disgusting, getting turned on at things like this, and even from your junior? I wonder what others would think if they saw you like this."
Amami hips twitched, cute mindless barks leaving his lips and he whined and begged for Shuichi to touch him, crying out as Shuichi slapped him directly and hard.
"God shut the fuck up will you? At this rate someone will hear you, but you'd get turned on by that wouldn't you? You'd love to let someone see you get fucked like a whore wouldn't you? I bet you'd even let them join in if they really wanted to."
Amami nodded, spreading his legs and drooling dumbly, his wetness dripped down his thighs. Saihara sighed adoringly, seeing his beloved Rantaro so lewd and mind fucked, without even being touched, it made Shuichi go wild.
"Do you want me to prep you?" Saihara asked, giggling at how amami shook his head, "N-now" he whined out. "Awe my puppy finally learned how to speak for himself! Such a smart little boy, such a good little boy" Amami smiled and nodded, "G-Good boy!" he gargled happily, grinning as Shuichi cooed at him.
Saihara took off his pants and boxers, hearing the boy in front of him whimper in anticipation. Saihara smiled before lining himself up to Rantaro's entrance, slipping into him slowly as the boy under him shook in his hold. He stopped once he was fully in, letting the cute boy beneath him adjust.
"So, how does it feel?" he smiled, seeing the boy under him screw his eyes shut, lips trembling. "S-so full! Master fills m-me up so g-good!" he said spittly, drool dripping down his chin and making even more of a mess of his face. Saihara smiled and kissed the boy gently, making his gasp and needily lean into Shuichi's lips, moaning and whimpering into his mouth.
