AH! THIS IS MY FIRST 18+ BOOK....of sorts. This is mostly to improve my descriptive skills and my ability to actually come up with a plot. hehe IM NOT VERY GOOD, BUT THAT'S WHY WE'RE HERE! enjoy
⚠️ Warnings⚠️
- dominant/submissive elements
- degradation
- homophobic language (not within main pairing)
Ryan Dean
I'm a normal teenage boy going to high school in a small town called Dales. I'd consider myself fairly average, apart from the fact that I'm quite outrageously gay and I'm into a few dubious activities. One of those being BDSM, but that's for later.
As I said, I'm just a boy. A freakishly tall gay boy. So I'm just finding it hard to wrap my head around the situation I've gotten myself stuck in.
I'm currently being pinned against a bathroom sink by an extremely persistent blonde female whilst in the men's bathroom. Yeah, that's right. MEN'S!!
I'm so dead if someone finds us. Oh god if he finds us. I'm shaking just thinking about it.
I swallow the anxious lump lodged in my throat. I have to get out of this mess and fast.
Oh but blondie has a whole other train of thought going on.
Tiffany, the blonde I referred to just a second ago, rubs her front against me, her boobs pressing into my chest. "T-Tiffany." I whimper like a little bitch. "This is so wrong on so many levels. We really shou-"
"Oh baby, hushhhhhh~" Tiffany says as she lightly presses a slender finger to my lips, squishing my words to a halt. "It's okay. We're just having a bit of fun."
I shake my head wildly, my eyes as wide as saucers. "Nope. Not at all." I declare, whilst swatting her hand away. "This isn't fun but you know what would be?"
"What~you wanna pick a stall and get down to it already?" She giggles, her breasts mushing further onto my body.
Oh god! This is so uncomfortable.
"Tiffany." I try to reason with the horny beast. "I can't."
"But-"
"The fuck am I seeing right now?" I flinch at the voice, a chill running up my spine.
Oh god, no. No. No.
My eyes snap over to see my boyfriend....of sorts. His squints at the scene before him with a burning fire cracking away in his eyes. It looks like he's about to start blowing steam out of his ears and foaming at the mouth.
Fuck. I'm so dead.
"Jeez, a little privacy, midget." Tiffany huffs, leaning only a fraction of an inch away from me.
Aw man, Yates doesn't like to be called that. He may look a small little gumdrop with the prettiest molten eyes and beautiful smile and voluptuous waist....uh-but he is the literal devil when he's pissed.
Yates balls his fists as his nostrils flare. "I'm gonna give you three seconds to get your slutty little hands off him before I rip those tacky little extensions out of your head."
Tiffany giggles as if something is funny.
Are you CRAZY? You're about to die, fool!!
I see she's obviously not taking him seriously so I, finally, pry her off me. She stumbles a few paces back, not expecting to be removed from me so suddenly.
