the ginger beachball (william x bilal)

chapter 2 - poopy

it was lunchtime and the sedders obsessed girl jayme was annoyed at bilal. he had stolen her ruler which she had always planned to use on me seddons ass. she was very very mad and decided to go to her bestest friend in all the world for some help at revenge. she went to the drug corner where ziggy was sat having a mental breakdown on sirius's shoulder bc they spend half they're life doing that. together, they decided to come up with a plot to take down bilal. and the plot involved mr capstick.

it was common knowledge to super slay spies in crgs (namely ziggy and sirius and their friend ace who sadly got rudely expelled from school for attacking someone who very much deserved it) that mr capstick had an only fans account. and with just a little digging they discovered his profile on many sex apps, deciding to use this against bilal.

bilals perspective

I was walking down the maths corridor, jaymes ruler gripped firmly in my hand. Mr capstick had asked for it, but i have no idea why. Considering he was an admiration to me and his shmexy beard always glinted in the sun, of course i would do *anything* for him. I reached his maths room and paused outside the doorway, arranging my blazer to hide my hard penis.

"come on in now, bilal, you're not in trouble" mr capstick said and the musical sound of his voice made me want to shove my rhinoscerously large dick in his ass.

i opened the door and he sat behind his desk, eating a year 7s maths book for his lunch and stroking his ginger beachball named jeffrey. he motioned for me to sit down across from him and i sat, glad for the support beneath my weak legs.

"now, bilal, you appear to have been failing this year, love" he muttered, looking ashamed. i had never seen mr capstick like that before. i felt my heart shatter into a million pieces at the disappointment on his gorgois face.

"oh..." i said.

"i have no choice but to lock you in the dungeons with all the other pupils who don't meet the expectations crgs has of you. i know you are all told we put no extra pressure on you but you are all infact under pressure from us all the time as this is what happens if you fail."

he walked to his cupboard and pulled a key out of his pants to open it with. out came a set off hard iron handcuffs and lots of chains. he came back to me and stood me up to led me down to the secret medieval crgs dungeons.

"but, sir, is there nothing i can do???" i asked desperately, getting down on my knees and pleading with him.

"well... bilal, i guess there is one thing you could do to scrape a pass. and, depending on how well you do it i may even give you a 9"

"what is it, sir? i'll do anything"

mr capstick laughed and said "that's good to hear" quietly.

"please, sir, i'll do extra work, i'll do the test again, i'll even give jayme back her ruler"

"oh you can give me the ruler" he said. "and let me shove it up your ass."

i was shocked, but can't say i was exactly disappointed. this was going to be the best lunchtime since i landed 100 bottle flips in a row and made finley grimshaw pay me £0.60.