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[b][u][center]Crushing On and Crushed By

For KatKaneki

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Disco saw his crush, Jules, go into the locker room and set the timer on his watch. The white-furred mouse leaned against the wall down the hall, doing his best to not look impatient and give the game away. He wasn’t sure that he succeeded, but the hallway was empty, anyway, and so it didn’t matter.

He resisted the urge to rock back and forth between toe to heel, staring at the locker-room door and anticipating what the horse was doing inside. Probably already taking off his shorts, moving to the damp underwear that was likely soaked to the skin from how hard he’d been working out. That thick sheath, the heavy balls, the big fat hole that just barely stuck out from between the cheeks –

“Mmmmph…”

The mouse loved the mental image, perhaps a little too much as he had to shift back and forth to pull his dick back down. Not that most people would see it, as a general rule, but the tight shorts he wore didn’t really allow for much concealment, even for a cock that barely reached four inches at the best of times. He pushed it off to the side, looking at his watch again.

Another thirty seconds. Thirty seconds until he would be pretty sure that the big guy had already gone down to the showers, and then ten minutes where he would have a pretty good shot at having nobody watching while he had a little…fun.

[i]Come on, come on…just hurry up…[/i]

Disco hated waiting. He was very bad at it, as a general rule, but he knew better than to just run in. Jules might not be as bad as some of the other jocks around, but the stallion barely knew him from the other nerds in school, and even then, mostly for the sake that he had been caught in the jock pile before. He was looked at as a pervert by most of the team, and he knew that. Kinda liked it, too, in some ways, but that was neither here nor there.

The important thing was, if Jules caught him, then he would have a very hard time getting out unscathed. He didn’t want to lose time; if he could go in there, get the sweaty underwear, and get the fuck out, then he’d be golden.

[i]Just a bit longer…[/i]

Time seemed to slow for a moment, then finally clicked down. His watch beeped, and he tapped it again to start the second time of ten minutes. If all went well, he wouldn’t need all of them, but best to be sure.

Hustling down the hallway, he stepped inside almost on tiptoe, taking his time to be as quiet as possible. Most of the locker room was completely silent; the other guys were either still training or had already gone home. Jules tended to be the last one in and out due to how hard he worked himself, but there was always the chance that someone else might be there.

Not this time, however. He grinned as he walked over to the open locker – Jules always left it open – and knelt down in front of it. Already, the heady smell of nut-sweat and the bitter-hot smell of ass was hitting his nose, and Disco pressed his hands together in a playful imitation of someone about to feast.

[i]This is going to be great.[/i]

He leaned in, fondling the various garments that had been tossed in over the week. He knew, from some not inconsiderable stalking, that Jules tended to throw his clothes in the locker and leave them there until the end of the week. The clean clothes went on the old ones, and the old ones just went deeper and deeper. Not that the mouse wanted the old-old ones – there were limits, even for him – but they were there.

He also knew, from past experience, that Jules loved a hot, extensive shower when he was done with training for the day. The sweat didn’t appeal to the horse, and while Disco thought that the big guy was probably the hottest man that he’d ever seen, particularly when wet and slimy like that, he knew that the stallion thought otherwise.

It was how he knew that he had ten minutes, or thereabouts. Jules always took his time with his end-of-day shower.

“Come on, come on…”

But it was a little more annoying to sort through the massive mess of clothes in the locker to find the fresh pair. He didn’t want the old stuff that had lost its scent, nor the very old stuff that had been marinating at the bottom and soaking up everything else. What he wanted was today’s underwear, today’s briefs or boxers or whatever they ended up being. He just wanted those so that he could enjoy the smell of his crush’s sweat for a little while longer.

[i]Come on, you should be at the top. Where are –[/i]

Clip.

Clop.

Clip.

Clop.

It was only then, as the sound of a horse walking around the corner filled the air, that he realized that he’d never heard the shower water running. Disco’s eyes went wide as he froze in place. His instincts told him to run, to get the hell out while the getting was good, but his body didn’t want to listen. All he could do was stare straight into the locker, unmoving, eyes wide as he realized how [i]fucked[/i] he was.

“Fucking school and the showers. You’d think they’d put up a notice – HEY!”

The shout finally snapped him out of his fear-freeze, but it was too late. Even as Disco tried to jump to his feet, a strong hand seized hold of the back of his pants. He yelped as he was lifted right off the ground, and his breath caught in his throat as he felt the familiar grip just above the waistband.

“W-wait, Jules, don’t, don’t – ULK!”

The suddenly yank from above pulled at his underwear, yanking it up, up, up and over his head. The sudden pressure below pulled his cock and balls tight against his groin, all but crushing the latter and keeping the former showing in stark relief. He squeaked the air right out of his lungs as Jules lifted him off the ground by his underwear, and he wheezed as he tried to suck in a breath from the sudden tightness down below.

“The hell you doing back here, pervert?”

“Nnngh…gah…mmmph…”

“You think that you can just rifle around my shit without asking?”

“I – ah – ah!”

He couldn’t get a word out as he hung and swung on his balls, his underwear pulled so tight and pulling up between his cheeks so high that he was amazed that he could get anything but squeaks out. His eyes rolled back as the horse pulled his underwear even further up, almost dragging it down to his nose to anchor them, before shoving him against one of the rows of lockers.

SMACK!

His eyes went wide at the first spank.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

“Nnngh!”

“Heh, look at that, the little fucker got himself caught again,” Jules said, pinning him to the wall of metal. “What the hell you looking for this time, huh? Some sort of pervy need to jam your nose into our used socks or some shit again? Or you looking for jocks? It’s because of you that coach made us swap out for briefs, you know.”

“Nnngh…ah…”

“What’s the matter, bitch? Can’t talk?”

He really couldn’t; he was barely able to catch his breath from the sheer shock of the situation. Here he was, hoping to get some sweaty underwear, and he’d been caught. Not just caught, but grabbed, manhandled, and completely humiliated by his crush, all at once. He tried to say something, anything –

SMACK!

“EEEP!”

“Heh, squeak away, you little shit. You deserve this.”

Disco couldn’t believe it. He could feel every detail of the stallion’s hand against his cheek, and with his underwear over his face, he couldn’t tell up from down. He could barely make out a few shapes through the stretched white backs of his briefs, but that was as far as it went; he was mostly blind. Hell, he could only just hear what the stallion was saying with his ears pulled down against the sides of his head, and he didn’t know if they were still the only two in the locker room.

God, he hoped that they were the only two in the locker room. He didn’t think that he could take the humiliation if anyone but Jules saw him like this.

The spanking continued, each smack a new wash of heat and red across his ass cheeks, and he could feel his tight little shorts pulling higher and higher with the way that his ass was getting abused. One spank, two, three, five, ten –

SMACK!

The eleventh hit smacked across the bottom of his ass and the top of his thigh, and he yelped. The hand on the back of his neck pinning him to the lockers slid away, and he dripped to the ground, gasping for breath, covering his butt with both hands and whimpering as he did.

“Serves you right, Squeaker,” the stallion said, and he could just barely make out Jules looking down at him. “Sneaking in here after we banned you from this. Fucking little pervert, just trying to…”

Jules broke off, and Disco didn’t even know why. All he knew was that he was hard as a rock and he was throbbing more than he had ever done before. Even that time that he had managed to steal Jules’s jockstrap and spent the night huffing it while jerking off had been nothing compared to this.

[i]God…this is…[/i]

How was he getting off on this? How –

“Heh…well, look at that…Maybe I’m gonna get a shower today, after all.”

“Mmmph?”

“Looks like the little musk-slut’s got a boner from getting kicked around.”

“…”

“You like that sort of shit, huh? Knew that you were stealing for something, but fucking hell, you were getting off on my stink? Well, if you want it that bad, then you’re going to give me a hand with this, you little bitch.”

[i]Oh god…[/i]

Jules picked him up – god, the humiliation of someone else being able to pick him up with one hand, and by his underwear, to boot – and for a few seconds, he had a chance to see the locker room properly. Nobody else around, which was the only sense of relief that he felt that he was likely going to get. Jules carried him like some naughty cub from one side of the locker room to the other, then shoved him onto one of the benches between the lockers. He pulled the underwear up again, and Disco was back to being blind.

“Please, I just – I didn’t think –”

“No shit, you didn’t think. You’re banned, bitch. And if you don’t want coach to find out that you were sneaking in here again, you’re going to do whatever I fucking tell you. You got that?”

The idea of getting punished even more by the school authorities was too much for him to risk. He was already teetering on the edge of something serious with the last time that he was caught. If that happened again, he might actually face some serious trouble.

He nodded.

“Good Squeaker.”

Knowing that he’d gotten a nickname didn’t make things any better, though he still blushed as he was forced to face the horse-shaped silhouette. That big hand on the top of his head was impossible to fight against, and he groaned as Jules took a step closer, straddling the bench.

“See, I ain’t going home without at least some of the sweat wiped off. Usually, I’d just take a shower, wash it all off, and go home squeaking clean. Not quite as squeaky as you, but clean.

“But the showers ain’t working today. And I ain’t going home without getting this musk off me.”

“…”

“You get what I’m saying, Squeaker?”

“Mmmph…y-yeah…”

“Yeah, what?”

“Yeah, yes sir.”

“That’s better, Squeaker. Sir. Heh. I like that.”

The hand pulled him closer, and soon his nose was hovering right over the entrance to the other man’s sheath. The smell was thick and heavy, masculine as all hell like the underwear always was, but this time, it was fresh from the source. He could smell the cock and the sheath as separate things, with the sheer cummy-smell of the former differentiated from the more body-smell of the latter. He huffed, shivering as his tiny cock twitched and spasmed in his shorts, barely able to do anything at all with the wedgie that just wouldn’t let up.

“Heh, what’s the matter, Squeaker? Too much?”

“Nnngh…its…it’s the underwear…too tight…”

“Shouldn’t be coming to school to show off, you little bitch.”

“Mmmph…”

“Now, come here. Stick out your tongue.”

He didn’t have a choice. He did as he was told.

As soon as he stuck out his tongue, the horse pulled him down further, dragging his tongue over the head of the shaft slowly rising up to meet him. The flattened head was so different to the little bit of knowledge that he had of his own cock, and the sheer size of it almost terrified him. He gasped around it, wheezing as he stared at the faint shape that he could only barely see through his briefs.

[i]Oh god…oh god, it’s huge…[/i]

And it was growing, getting bigger and bigger with each passing second until it was throbbing at the side of his face. The sheer warmth coming off it was like nothing that he’d ever experienced before, and his breath caught in his throat as he felt it twitch, bounce, and twitch again.

“Heh, looks like it likes you, Squeaker.”

“Mmmph…”

“Lick.”

He didn’t get the chance to say no; Jules dragged him along the shaft, up and down the side, over the head and just around the raised ridges of the flare like he was just another piece of cleaning equipment. He felt like he was like a cleaning wand at a car-wash, except instead of spraying water, he was licking sweat off an unholy, huge cock.

So big.

So sweaty.

So strong.

The smell and the taste was surprisingly easy to get used to once he got going, and he huffed and puffed as he worked his tongue around the side and into the divot of the urethra. It was…heady, heady and strong, and…and he kept getting harder, and stiffer, and needier between his legs.

Shift.

Slide.

Lean.

Tug.

He was dragged all over the shaft, and soon, it tasted of nothing but cock. No sweat, no nothing, and he panted as he was finally released.

“Fuck, you’re not bad, Squeaker. Sheath time.”

“Mmmph…yes, sir.”

“Yeah, keep calling me that.”

He dropped his head down, slowly gripping the stallion’s thighs for leverage, and Jules edged forward just a bit to make it happen. Disco knew that he was showing himself as a hopeless little slut, and yet, he found it hard to care. All he knew was that he was getting to see his crush up close, and taste him, and see what the smells were like.

Was it what he wanted? Fuck, no, but it was the only chance that he was going to get. As fucked up as this was, it was better than the alternative of getting a beat-down from another jock or someone else finding out that he had done something like this. Better that this stays between him and Jules, and hopefully, nobody would have to find out.

He stuck out his tongue around the base of the cock, tracing the line of the sheath clumsily with his tongue before dragging it back to the shaft. The flesh was a bit sweatier, and a little bit wrinklier, but it wasn’t bad. Just a little new, just a little –

“MMMPH!”

Then Jules shoved his face into a gap between cock and sheath, and his eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets as he was all but drowned in the stuff inside. Sheath slime, not disgusting, but thick and wet, and he shivered as he was forced to lick up the sweat inside as well as outside.

“Heh, that’s it…god, you’re a nasty little fucker…Squeaker, you’re into some sick shit, ain’t ya?”

“Mmmph…mmmph…”

“Yeah, you keep on licking, and maybe I’ll let you out before you pass out.”

He licked, alright. He licked like mad, dragging his tongue along the inside of the sheath walls, treating each inch of them and the bottom of the shaft itself to as much tongue-bathing as he could muster. Lick after lick descended upon them, to the point where his tongue felt sore from how far he pushed it from his mouth, and his eyes rolled back as he kept working it in, out, in, out, in, and the struggle to breathe grew worse. He could barely get a portion of a lung-full with his nose buried halfway into the sheath, and he moaned, whimpered, squirmed as he felt it getting worse and worse –

“Alright, bitch.”

A pull, and a moment of fresh air. He gasped, wheezing as he was allowed to flop out on the bench. Jules chuckled, shaking his head above him.

“Heh…and here I thought some sort of musk-slut like you would have gotten a bit of practice…”

“Nnngh…ah…ah…”

“Better not think you’re done yet. You still got a few more places. Like my balls.”

Balls. God, the thought of how they’d be against his face. Disco struggled to lift his head, but there was no need. The stallion came to him.

“Mmmph!”

As Jules squatted down, those heavy orbs rested right on his face, grinding against his mouth and nose and leaving behind the sweat from the day. It was like getting his chin and lips and nose dabbed with a hot-scented oil, forcing him to breathe in ball-funk with every breath that he took. He could taste it and smell it, and it was…

Intense. Not good, not bad, just…intense.

[i]God…oh god, this is…getting so…[/i]

Disco didn’t even know what he felt anymore. Fear? Anxiety? Lust? There were so many things whirling around in his head to the point where he honestly didn’t know what was going on anymore. All he knew was that he was drained, and his mouth hurt, and he didn’t know how much longer he could keep going.

Long enough to keep out of trouble, though. He had to do it for at least that long.

He stuck out his tongue again, the mouse feeling particularly small in that moment. Barely five feet tall, he was completely pinned under the six-foot-five horse, and the stallion’s balls reflected his size. He had a massive sac, and they felt like they were as heavy as they looked when Jules squatted down further, dragging them across his lips and the end of his muzzle.

Again, again, and again he licked at them, dragging his tongue along the bald flesh of those heavy orbs. The salty-sour taste of sweat clung to his tongue, and he just kept licking. Again, and again, feeling his jaw getting sore, his eyes rolling back, and –

[i]Mmmph…[/i]

Worst of all was the wetness down below and the way that he could feel his cock just oozing pre-cum. The sheer humiliation of it all, the knowledge that someone could walk in and see him like this at any second, and the knowledge that Jules didn’t care at all only made it worse. He should have been completely horrified, but instead, he was just helpless but to follow orders.

It was…hot. Hot and scary and he had no idea what was going to happen next, but it was hot, nonetheless.

Lick.

Lick.

Lick.

Some time later – a little after each orb had been dunked into his mouth for polishing and then replaced with the other – the stallion seemed to tire of his ball-worshiping. The mouse wheezed, his arms flopped out on either side of the bench, and all he could do was stare straight at the ceiling.

“Well, well, well. Look at that. Ain’t doing badly, Squeaker.”

“Nnngh…”

“Heh, don’t tell me that you’re giving up there.”

“Mmmph…”

“Well, you got one more part to lick clean, and I bet for a bitch like you, it’s the part you’ve been wanting most of all.”

“What…what, sir?”

“My ass.”

[i]Oh…my…god…[/i]

Disco had never been sure if he liked the crotch or the seat of any previously stolen bit of underwear more, but he’d known that they competed with each other more than anything else. The sheer wetness in the back always surprised him; he knew that there were some species that sweated more than others, but the way that Jules’s underwear always had that stain in the back, sweaty and ring-like, made him wonder how it happened.

And as he stared through the underwear, watching the horse move forward and straddling him in a different way, he finally found out.

[i]Oh, god…[/i]

He knew that horses were made differently back there, but seeing a puffy pucker even before the cheeks fully parted was something that he had never imagined seeing for real. His mouth fell open as he stared up at the round, puffy, slick pucker, barely able to breathe as he imagined that thing –

Well, he didn’t have to imagine. Jules sat down, and Disco’s face was enveloped in slick, wet horse ass, and he groaned as he was forced to breathe it all in. His muzzle was jammed right between the cheeks, pressed against the puffy, slightly swollen flesh of that ring, and he could smell all the sweat that had been trapped there from the stallion’s workout. Thick, heavy, warm, sour, but clean, nonetheless. For all that Jules had worked himself into a hell of a sweat, he still kept himself surprisingly clean.

“Well? What are you waiting for, Squeaker? Show me how much you love my ass, heh.”

Throb. Throb. Throb.

[i]This can’t be happening…this can’t – mmmph…[/i]

As hot as the sight was, and as powerful as the smell was for real, it was completely overwhelming. He couldn’t take it at his pace, couldn’t do what he wanted, couldn’t do anything but what Jules demanded of him. The horse wanted him to worship that hole, and that was literally all that he could do. His arms were pinned to his side, he couldn’t touch himself, and – and –

[i]Oh god…[/i]

He groaned as he stuck his tongue out, his face blushing as the raw humiliation of the moment came crashing down. As hot as it had been up to that moment, he had been fighting the embarrassment all the way through, and now, it was hitting him hard. He wasn’t even having a real bit of sex with the stud; all he was doing was licking some other guy’s ass, and doing it because he would get in trouble if he didn’t.

Why the hell was he hard from this?

Why did –

“Mmm, yeah…go on…get in there…”

More pressure, more intense weight on his face, grinding his head into the bench as the stud sat on him more fully. He could barely see anything; the combination of his own briefs over his eyes and the weight of the stallion’s ass blocked out everything. There were no details to make out that weren’t found by his tongue.

Lick.

Lap.

Lick.

He dragged his tongue over that risen pucker, tracing a line around the rim and then back toward the middle. He tasted every last bit of bitterness and heat and sourness that came from the sweat back there, feeling the taste slowly getting less intense with every lick. Yet, the humiliation of eating ass remained, and he shivered as he compared it to the relative ease of just licking the horse’s dick.

[i]This…this is something else…this is…this is too much…[/i]

But he couldn’t get away. All he could do was keep giving the horse jock what he wanted. The mouse kept sticking out his tongue, dragging it along that hole, tracing around the outside before shoving it in as he was bade, then pulling it out again as he kept huffing, and puffing, and shivering. Thrust his tongue, pull it free, thrust it in again. The taste of sweat and ass, of a real stud, felt like it was burning itself into his tongue. Even as he cleaned that puffy bit of flesh, the taste never entirely disappeared.

Lick.

Lick.

Lick.

The world was dark beneath that big ass, and he had no choice but to keep licking. Dragging his tongue from the crevice within the rim to the space outside it, dragging his tongue in a circle around the hole proper, diving in again after that and –

Oh god.

The taste, the humiliation, the pressure: it was all adding up down below, and he could feel his cock twitching away. The soft little pulses were just like when he was jerking it to the stuff he’d stolen from the locker room before, but this was…this was far more intense, and he could feel his balls pulling up too, and –

[i]Oh god, oh god no, not now, not – mmmph…MMMPH![/i]

He grunted as his hips twitched, his cock throbbing as he came, untouched, as Jules sat back on his face again. The pressure, the darkness, the musky scent back there: it all combined to push him over the edge, hands-free, and he drenched his stretched briefs so hard that he could feel his cum bubbling out through his shorts, soaking a dark stain around his smaller bulge.

“Holy shit. Did you just – Squeaker, what the fuck?”

“Mmmph…”

“Heh, well, looks like you got something out of this, you little slut…but feels like you got me clean enough back there.”

Jules stood up, but Disco remained where he was, staring at the inside of his underwear and burning up from embarrassment. Not only had he just been used as a sweat-rag all across the stallion’s body for the last –

Beep beep.

[i]Ten minutes. There’s the goddamn ten-minute alarm. Fucking…fuck…[/i]

He wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or cry. He didn’t get the chance to find out as Jules yanked him up by his shirt collar. He wobbled, staring at the silhouette of the other man through the back of his briefs and whimpering at the sudden tightness down below again.

“You wanted to get something from me? Well, you’re going to get something, alright. Heh. I bet you’re going to love this…”

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“Mmmph! MMMPH!”

Disco swung back and forth from the rack that Jules had hung him from, his toes just inches from the floor, but his shorter height meant that he had no chance of reaching it. He whimpered, his face burning hotter than ever as he was left alone once more.

[i]Oh god, if it was bad before, this is worse.[/i]

It was one thing to be caught where he was banned before, but this…

Jules had hung him up in the girls’ locker room, taking away his shirt and leaving him just hanging by his wedgie, his face barely covered, his soaked-boner-bulge still throbbing away and clinging to him like mad. He was an indecent exposure charge waiting to happen, and there was nothing in the world that he could do about it.

[i]Fuck, fuck, fuck…[/i]

And for all that he wanted to complain, for all that he wanted to curse Jules out, he couldn’t help but moan, still. The fact that he had been put through all this, the fact that he had been tormented this hard, didn’t matter. All that mattered was how hard he’d cum while under the stallion’s ass, and maybe he was just riding those endorphins still, or maybe it was something else, but whatever it was, he was still contented and happy under all the humiliation.

[i]I gotta get out…gotta…gotta…[/i]

His hands were tied behind his back, though, and his mouth was jammed full of Jules’s underwear. He could taste the old bits of sweat, and he swore that there was an old cum-stain in the front that was feeding him all kinds of fantasies.

Maybe he was a pervert. He sure as hell was acting like one even as he strained to get free of the rack.

[i]If they find me in here…[/i]

Disco tried to calm himself down. If someone found him in here like this, then they had to see that he hadn’t been the one to put [i]himself[/i] there. He was tied up, gagged, pulled up in a bullied position. That…that had to count for something, he hoped. If nothing else, they had to see that he was the victim here.

[i]Victim of my own stupidity…[/i]

And yet, he still moaned as he tasted the underwear in his mouths, the stains and the markings making him think of everything that he had suffered under Jules, and…

And how he wanted more.

[i]God, I’m fucked up…[/i]

And so, he swung along, swaying from side to side as he waited for someone to come and find him. He just hoped that it wasn’t one of the girls that used the locker room. If one of them discovered him, he’d never get off lightly.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A mouse with a crush on a stud tries to steal some of his underwear. The stud takes offense to this.

Tags: M/M, Bully, Mouse, Stallion, Musk, Sweat, Wedgie, Spanking, Oral, Licking Clean, Teabagging, Sheath Licking, Rimming, Face-Sitting, Facesitting, Orgasm, Hands-Free Orgasm, Humiliation,