I Am His Toy (BoyxBoy)~slow updates

Chapter Two

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The school was its normal hustling and bustling, unlike the normal school the kids went to, Timothy attended Crio Jen Academy. After being bullied at the normal public school, he was transferred here. This school had many more of his kind, and even..a friend.

“ Tim! Tim wait up!” A soft voice called to him before he turned around to see his much taller friend. The bundle of red hair stopped before him, huffing and puffing, her hands on her knees.

“I was calling you for awhile Tim!” The girl put her hands on her hips.

“I waited until he left like you said..but I dunno why this has to be a secret.” The crimson haired girl had her hair in pigtails with big puffy black satin ribbons. Her dress ,a a white peter pan button down shirt, a knee length black skirt with lace, knee socks, and black mary janes. Her collar was also black.

“Mistress is going through this Lolita phase.” She sighed before looking to her friend’s state of dress. “Seems your master is going through a skater phase. A laugh escaped his lips as he continued down the way to class. “I suppose so..I’m not sure what’s up with him.” He mumbled taking his seat. Crios Jen was not like a normal school. It was a school for pets like himself. Rose , his only friend, was a pet of a C.E.O. If they knew that he was the pet of the Alpha of the largest pack in America, the Red Devil pack, he would probably be in big trouble. They only knew his master by the name of Undertaker, since whoever saw him in his pelt were killed.

Shaking his head at the thought he continued chatting with her before starting lessons. It was not of anything that he did not already know, but he had to make good grades. Report cards went out today. They did not trust pets like himself to deliver report cards..they were emailed to their owners. Sighing, he moved to his final class happily, but this was his horrid class. There were…large wolves in this class. Only 5’8 but still, they were much taller than him.

“Don’t worry…its okay.” Rose whispered before squeezing his hand for support. “Just let them try and I’ll call Mistress.” A small smile came over his lips, Rose was allowed a cellphone like the others here, and had a good relationship with..her owner unlike him. He was scared to even call him. Slowly he say behind his easel .

“Well lookie here…it’s the little elf.” One of the seniors started.

“Such a scrawny thing. I bed we can fit him in a bag.” The teacher had heard enough.

“Leave him alone and get to your work!” Though the boys leaned off, they continued their teasing. They would have fun with him after school.

The bell rung loudly signaling the end of the day. Master was still in class so he did not have to rush, but he could see James there already  ,looking to his cellphone as the kids ran out happily. Shouldering his book bag, he walked the way to the front of the school. He was grabbed by his hair and pulled into a janitor’s closet. The boys were there,smirking, watching him.

 “We only have five minutes. So lets make this…fast. “ Fear ran through his body as two boys held his arms, one pulling up his shirt. There were bruises there already.

“After all…we have to make it so they don’t see. But we’ll just add on. “ Cocking his fist back, he punched him in his side. It hurt. Those were the only two words going through his body,yet the punches continued, relentless. His eyes began to get foggy , the other two boys taking turns in hitting him. The last punch connected to his face and the kick to his crotch which made him cry out. Though noone could hear him behind the door. Outside, James froze hearing the small cry of pain. Immediately he ran in, the boy was late. He was NEVER late.


“That’s enough..” The leader called them off smirking as they dropped the boy who crumbled into a heap.

“You weren’t supposed to hit his face!” He yelled as he opened the door before left laughing  the way to the parking lot. James began to worry when he did not see him, he had checked everywhere. Tim laid there half conscious hearing the clipping of boots and hoped it was the principal. Closing his pain filled eyes he knew he would be in trouble then thought. His principal never wore boots. Only James did.