Alex didn't come.He couldn't fucking believe he found himself on a roof, when it was fucking freezing but no one could put any fucking blame on him.For example, he hadn't been able to sleep.And it was clearly her fault that he didn't. He stayed up all night trying to understand this whole BDSM, Femdom thing which was completely... Completely crazy and disgusting. Pegging? It was just an excuse for a gay person to not out himself, which was even more disgusting than actually being gay.In fact, Paris knew if she tried any weird shit with him, he'd call her out for it immediately.Yeah, it made sense now. He was here just to see how fucked up it was in real life and then, he'd cut her off like the psycho she is. Yes, that was exactly why she was here."Fuck." It was so fucking cold. Was this some weird kink of her? Or was she just an ass. "Such an actual sadistic b —.""I wouldn't complete that sentence if I were you, Sherlock."His head snapped back and his feet on their own accord
There were many thing that Paris couldn't swallow in, especially when it involved him being butt naked in a cold classroom with blue balls, bruised lips (because he had to use his fucking mouth to cut off the ropes!) And a hurt ego.She rejected him.Twice.Who in fuck's name does that to a Holmes?! It didn't even make sense, and it most definitely wasn't fair.He didn't deserve that.After he took his very, very depressed and raged filled ass out of her class then walked into his, pissed, annoyed at the whole world and ready to snap at anyone who tried talking to him but he managed to hold it on long enough and not blow up.Until he realized that she hadn't been in the class since the first period."Does anyone have a question?""Actually, I do." Paris never talked in class unless he was making a joke or trying to get his buddies to do something relatively stupid or whatever it was jocks did in the classroom.So the apparent glad surprise on his teacher's face wasn't surprising. Perh
Eventually, Paris' anger gave way to just complete depression, again. He needed to see her and he knew staying any longer in that detention class with his Father up his ass would just make shit worse so he returned to his usually charming self during it, the love of his teacher's for him now returning as she made him promise to keep being the good boy he was and let him go an hour before he was supposed to be.As he walked out, the whole school was empty, meaning he was already quite late and she was probably gone, meaning he had to carry his tired, grumpy and low spirited ass to his Father.His head hurt.Though the pain, and the world, both seemed to stop when he spotted her in the parking lot.Alex backed him some feet away, crouched to the floor beside her bicycle while her braids acted like a curtain around her face, hiding it.Though he couldn't see her, he could tell she was obviously upset but whoever she was speaking to her phone because she was being really loud. "So you rea
"I'm actually quite surprised you were smart enough for that. Not that it's surprising you're smart, you know."Every sunday afternoon was bingo day for most old people and Ace's Grandma, Ophelia and his Abuela were not excluded, though it seemed like the former was the one always forcing the latter to come along.And Sunday, was also a day that Marcos spent with A, except she hadn't come today so his Abuela had pleaded with him to come along with them, Ophelia deciding to bring in Ace as well.As soon as they got there, as always, Ophelia tried introducing the boys to the grandkids of the others there, but Ace had suddenly brought up the fact that he had to fix his car since it had a problem and he didn't want it to run down when he was coming to take them back home.Which was a good escape plan. In Marcos' opinion.He watched, seated from the chair two feet away from Ace as he slid out from under the car, (that did have a problem) wearing dark blue overalls with black stains over hi
Alex, in time, had grown to listen to her gut. It was a rare instinctual feeling, but it didn't mean that it wasn't always there.For example, one of this feelings, were to ignore Paris. No matter how many times he begged her to talk to him. No matter how many times he strived for her attention, even if she wanted to rip him apart and fuck him till he hated her.She had played this game before with others, and she would play it again.Currently, another thing that she knew she should have done, was stay the night with Marcos. He was her peace, her safe place. But Alex also knew she'd hate herself for leaving her Mother all alone in their house, without her being there.So she returned home.And regretted it the morning she woke up.She had slept well, something that rarely ever happened, and in the good mood she was in, decided to wear a knit off shoulder large sweater with a skirt and thigh high white socks that had a ribbon on the top.She even packed her hair in two, adding some m
Paris couldn't feel any part of his body, but he could at the same time.His hands were tied behind his back, the ropes crossed all over his body, a ball gag in his mouth with his face shoved into the mattress while his legs were kept open with a bar spreader and a big black dildo cock was being shoved inside him like it was no man's business.Not that he even felt like a man anymore.He couldn't breathe, but his body liked that. His body also liked the fact that he couldn't move and that he couldn't also run his mouth at the same time. He was already so sure if the gag wasn't there, he'd say something and ruin this.Which he felt like doing.Not that he was even thinking straight at the moment, he wasn't. His waist and back was beginning to hurt and he could feel the ropes digging deeper into his flesh and the wounds from the whip she had used.Did he want her to stop still?No.Any reasonable person would. At the rate she was going, he knew he would bleed from it. That, and also he
Paris did a double take. "What?""He was just pissing her off because he could!" Ace continued, now excited. "And he was also literally the most homophobic person ever. You hold nothing on him. Truthfully.""Why did anyone believe that? It could have been dumped there on purpose." Paris said."There were also receipts. His name. Plus, he wasn't a good actor. At least, for that day." Ace said with a shrug. "Then the bullying started. He'd see notes like Liar, Hypocrite and shit in his locker. Get beaten up by his mates. Not like they are anti LGBT here, just the whole drama, you know? So Julian killed himself.""What?""Yeah, no one saw it coming. Think it kinda put everyone off for a while, but that's when the popular kids got mad at us for it. Like we didn't do anything! And we weren't exactly sorry about it, but the hell!" Ace said, pulling Marcos took his side. "I mean, he took more hits than imaginable. You'd never be seated here with us if you knew how many people stripped him na
The day Maria Gomez had a child, she had been glad, but she hadn't expected it to be a boy, considering how the doctor did an ultrasound and told her it was a girl.Nevertheless, Luciano, her husband, had been happy about it. He had lost a brother once so having a boy felt like he could make up for all the time that he didn't have with him.Still, they had prepared for a girl so all the clothes and belongings were marked for one but Maria didn't mind.So Mariposa Gomez became Marcos Gomez.As a baby, he was lovely. Always so happy, and excited. Plus, he was the prettiest baby anyone ever laid their eyes on, but as time grew, it became more and more evident to the couple that their son... Wasn't exact what they thought he'd be.Luciano tried to get him interested in the art of soccer, or football, or any sort of ball but the only thing Marcos seemed interested in that seemed boyish enough, were games.Video games, which Luciano could never beat him at, no matter what.Still, they loved