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Gabriel absentmindedly scratched his fingernails along the edge of the table, leaving shallow grooves in the wood. The scraping sound was barely audible over the low hum of conversations around him. Every table had a pair of students; a tutor and a tutee. Each table except for the doberman’s. He sat alone, his notebook unopened and pencil still sharpened to a point.

He glanced at the clock again. Fifteen past four. Fifteen long minutes late.

Leaning back, the doberman rested his feet on the chair across himself. Signing up to be a tutor had seemed like a good choice. Gabriel had already been a tutor for the last two years. It looked good on college applications and it gave him something to do after school. But was it worth it? It didn’t bring any sense of joy or fulfillment. It definitely didn’t bring any money. He could have volunteered, or picked up a sport, or gotten a part time job. Anything that didn’t require awkwardly sitting by while another student struggled with their math homework. Still though, he was a natural teacher, having guided several students from failing to the top of their class.

Twenty minutes past four. It was possible Gabriel’s partner had forgotten to show up. Much more likely they had decided to go home early since it was Friday. Students typically booked their tutors through an anonymous online system, so there was no way to text his partner a reminder in case they forgot. Not that the dobie would if he could.

Gabriel shifted forward in his chair, his eyes straying once more to the clock. He sighed deeply, retrieved a book from his backpack, and flipped to where he left off. Might as well make use of the free time instead of sitting and waiting. He liked reading in a peaceful environment like this, with the white noise of quiet conversation surrounding him.

But as he read, he found himself skimming over the words rather than reading. His thoughts drifted back to the incident several weeks ago. Thinking about it made the doberman’s stomach twist in anxiety. He’d been so stupid. What had he been thinking? Flashes of the incident had replayed in his mind since it happened. The gloryhole he found in the bathroom. Kyle Bradbury, the biggest jerk on earth, on the other side. Kyle’s thick cock squirting ropes of cum down his throat, which he happily swallowed. The disbelief in the pit bull’s voice when he discovered Gabriel on the other side of the hole.

Since that day, Kyle had ignored him completely. It had been a relief, not having to endure the pit bull’s usual bullying. Worries of being harassed had subsided into a constant sense of unease. The dobie found himself able to set that unease aside once he realized that Kyle had just as much to lose. The pit bull’s reputation would be devastated if anyone found out an openly gay guy gave him a blowjob. And if his family were to find out… Well, there were rumors about Kyle’s dad’s views on gay people.

The tutoring center door slammed open, breaking Gabriel from his train of thoughts. Conversations faltered as students looked towards the door. Gabriel’s breath caught in his throat.

Kyle goddamned Bradbury swaggered into the room. His red and blue varsity jacket hung over his broad shoulder. His short silver fur had ruffled patches and spots of dirt, likely from a pickup game of football after class. Sweat dampened his shirt collar and his sides. His eyes scanned the room with a clear look of disdain. Then Kyle spotted the doberman.

Both boys froze as they locked eyes. Kyle’s muzzle twitched in an indecipherable flash of expression that was quickly replaced with a sneer. He glanced around the room. All the other tables were full. The pit bull crossed the room towards Gabriel, who found himself tightening up, readying for a possible attack. Kyle dropped his bag on the dobie’s table with a heavy thud. He dragged a chair from the table, letting it scrape the tiled floor with a loud screech.

“Great,” the pit bull muttered. He sunk into his seat and leaned forward, crossing his arms with a huff. The pit bull’s jaws tensed. His amber eyes pierced into Gabriel’s as if daring the dobie to speak.

“Looks like we’re partners,” Gabriel managed, trying to keep his voice level. His hackles raised under the pit bull’s glare.

Kyle snorted. “Obviously, stupid,” the pit bull twitched his muzzle like he had something stuck on it. “I don’t even want to be here. My dad said he’d pull me off the team if I don’t fix my grades.” He broke eye contact with the dobie. Gabriel said nothing, hoping it was the safest option. Beneath the pit bull’s frustration, he wondered if the pit bull was also remembering the incident.

“How about you mark me down for showing up and I can get back to the game,” said the pit bull, pulling out an attendance card for Gabriel to sign.

The dobie swallowed hard. “I think we should just try to get through this. Your grades won’t get better if you don’t try,” he said, feeling his voice waver.

Kyle thought it over. “Fine,” he growled, his lips curling slightly. “I’l; stay cause I have to finish my homework anyway, but I don’t need your help,” He yanked several crumpled papers and a textbook from his bag and slammed them on the table, making Gabriel wince.

The papers were immediately recognizable. They were worksheets for introductory chemistry, a class Gabriel was well used to tutoring for. The answer sections were a mess of smeared eraser marks and half-erased graphite. Kyle hunched over it and set to work, acting as if the dobie didn’t exist.

Gabriel leaned forward to peek at Kyle’s writing. There wasn’t much of it. What he did write was incorrect. The dobie couldn’t help himself.

“Really, I can help. That’s why I’m here,” Gabriel said softly.

“Tell me the answer to this one,” Kyle said, jabbing his finger at a problem.

“I’m not supposed to just tell you the answers, you won’t learn anything that way. But I can help you figure it out,” He scooted closer to Kyle to get a better look at the page. Up closer, the pit bull’s scent hit him like walking into a steam room. Kyle reeked of wet dog and sweat, once more stirring memories from weeks ago. How Gabriel had inhaled that same potent scent like a drug. The dobie pushed those thoughts away.

“Okay, so for these ones you need to draw the Lewis dot structures to show the ionic bonding. What do you know about ionic bonding?”

Kyle stared blankly. His typical look of disdain faltered, replaced with a moment of confusion. His gaze dropped to the page. He let out a short huff. “I have no fuckin’ idea.”

Gabriel furrowed his brows. “Your teacher didn’t go over this?”

Kyle balled his fists, glaring at the dobie, who pulled the worksheet between them. “Nevermind,” Gabriel said quickly. “I’ll go over it with you. First, you’ll want to-”

The pit bull leaned in close, his eyes drilling into the dobie’s. “I said just tell me the answers. I won’t ever use this shit once I graduate,” he growled deeply, inches from the dobie’s face. The dobie held his gaze for a moment, trying to muster the same intensity, knowing he couldn’t. His own heartbeat pumped in his ears.

“You’re not giving yourself a chance. You won’t pass if-”

Kyle slammed his fist against the table, hard enough to make nearby students glance in their direction. The dobie winced, flattening his ears. The pit bull spoke through gritted teeth. “All I need are the answers. I don’t give a shit about ionic bonds or whatever. Finish the sheet, or I’ll make your life a living hell.”

Pushing away his frustration, Gabriel sighed, pulled the worksheet in front of himself, and began working through the problems. There was no reasoning with the moronic dog. It wasn’t worth fighting over. Better to just finish the homework so they could both go home for the day and ignore each other again.

As the dobie worked through the problems, he narrated each step he did and the reasoning behind it. Even if Kyle didn’t do the work himself, he had no choice but to listen. The pit bull simmered while Gabriel worked, watching with an unreadable expression. Halfway through the worksheet, Gabriel paused and straightened in his chair. He glanced at Kyle. “This one looks pretty easy,” Gabriel said, pointing to the next problem. “You should try it.”

Kyle stared at Gabriel for a long moment, then grunted and slid the worksheet in front of himself. He hovered over it, knitting his brows together in fierce thought.He cautiously drew a diagram. Then paused. He stared at his work, frowned, and erased it in jagged movements. He began again, this time more deliberate. Once finished, Kyle set the pencil down and looked back up at Gabriel.

“Hey, you got it right!” Gabriel said, leaning in to inspect the other dog’s work. He tried to sound encouraging, but he knew he came across as surprised. The pit bull must have been paying attention to at least some of what Gabriel said. It was a small win, but a victory nonetheless. One that came with a hint of satisfaction. “Now try the next one.”

The next problem was more complex. Kyle tried multiple times, the scuff marks piling up and paper wearing away as he worked. He erased harder each time as his temper rose. The pit bull’s flattened ears burned red with frustration, or maybe embarrassment as he struggled to find the correct answer.

“It’s okay,” Gabriel said gently. “I can walk you through the steps again, it’s-”

“Shut the fuck up,” Kyle snarled, snapping his head in the dobie’s direction, making him flinch. There was a notable lack of the word ‘faggot’ at the end of his sentence, making Gabriel wonder if he’d erased the word from his vocabulary. “This if fucking pointless. I’m never gonna use this shit. I’m done,” Kyle shoved his things back into his bag. He stood up, scraping his chair again.

“You just need to keep trying, Kyle,” Gabriel protested, even though the pit bull was already halfway to the door. Kyle shot Gabriel one last look of fury. There was something else in his eyes too. And then the pit bull was gone, letting the door slam shut behind him. His heavy footsteps grew faint as he walked down the hall.

Gabriel exhaled slowly, slumping back in his seat. The brief outburst hung in the air, pressing in on the dobie from all sides. Other students glanced his way, likely wondering what happened. He refused to meet their eyes. He wasn’t ready to leave yet. Not until his heart rate returned to normal. Besides the thought of running into Kyle on his way out made his chest tighten in anxiety. There he sat for another hour, listening to the other study sessions go by. Students filtered out until only a few remained. When the clock finally hit six, Gabriel stood and gathered his things. He ambled through the halls, enjoying the unnatural sense of solitude. It was still and quiet, as opposed to the raucous hustle during class hours. Late afternoon light stretched from the windows across the walls. Daylight savings was coming soon. A month from now, it would be dark at this time.

Anxious thoughts stormed Gabriel’s mind. Why did he have to rile the pit bull up? He knew better than anyone not to provoke Kyle, but he had kept poking the bear anyway. And now, he’d probably reignited the bullying he’d briefly escaped. Worse, Kyle was furious. Angrier than he’d seen in a long time. Most of the pit bull’s harassment was mindless fun, but now it would come with a vengeance. After years of calling Gabriel a ‘faggot’ and ‘homo’, the pit bull now had to contend with those titles himself.

As Gabriel passed the bathroom, he gulped and kept his head down. He hadn’t revisited it, not since he’d sucked Kyle like his life depended on it.

Suddenly, a muscular arm wrapped around the dobie’s chest and ripped him from his thoughts with startling force. Force that only a linebacker could have. He was dragged, kicking and yelling, past the door into the bathroom. His back slammed against the cold wall, forcing air from his chest. The shock left him disoriented, his vision swimming as he figured out what had happened.

Kyle towered before him with a dangerous look in his eyes, baring his teeth while his eyes boiled over with rage. He blocked the exit, cornering the dobie.

“Kyle,” coughed Gabriel. He held his hands up in a meek attempt to shield himself. “Look, I’m sorry about the homework. And I know what happened last month was… weird. But we can talk about this-”

“Stop. Talking.” Kyle growled, his voice rough. “Goddamn, you have a fucking mouth on you. Won’t shut up about electronic bonds.” He stepped closer, bringing his face inches from Gabriel’s. The dobie huddled himself together, trying to appear smaller. His eyes darted around the room. There was only one door out, and it was blocked by the hulking pit bull. The stalls were all open too. No one to help, and it would be a waste of time trying to hide in one. Kyle would wait.

Kyle’s hand shot forward to grip the dobie’s neck. He applied enough pressure to scare, but not enough to hurt. Tears formed at the corners of Gabriel’s eyes. He pushed and scratched at Kyle’s forearm, trying to relieve the pressure from his neck. The pit bull looked down at him with indifference.

The dobie’s eyes widened in terror as he realized what the pit bull was doing. One of the nastiest tricks the pit bull had. He leaned in closer, tilting Gabriel’s face upwards. The dobie tried to turn his head. He tried to wriggle away, tried to squirm to no avail. The dobie clamped his mouth and eyes shut, knowing what was coming next. The pit bull had done it twice before, each time a complete and utter repulsive humiliation. Kyle was going to spit on the Gabriel’s face and laugh as the dobie ran to the sink to wash it off. Gabriel steeled himself for the wet splat as Kyle worked up a glob of saliva in his mouth.

“Open, bitch. Show me that tongue,” Kyle said. Chills ran down the dobie’s body. Oh god, no. He shook his head fiercely, pleading with Kyle using only his terrified eyes. The pit bull smirked. “You want toilet water instead? It’s right there. Your choice,” said the pit bull, careful not to spill any saliva prematurely on his prey.

The dobie glanced at the toilets. He suppressed a gag. The janitor had already passed through, judging by the cleaning chemical scent in the air, but it was still too much. Kyle tilted his head, waiting impatiently for an answer. Gabriel shuddered. And he opened his mouth.

Slowly, deliberately, Kyle leaned in nose to nose with the dobie. Hot breath puffed past Gabriel’s face. The dobie watched as Kyle opened his mouth, keeping his eyes locked on the dobie’s face. For a moment, their eye contact felt almost intimate. Although Gabriel wondered if he was confusing intimacy with possessiveness. Gabriel squeezed his eyes shut, unable to look at Kyle any longer as he prepared to mark the dobie in such a manner. Then with a push of his tongue, a thick glob of spit drooled directly onto Gabriel’s waiting tongue, landing with an unexpected warmth. The flavor, more minty than Gabriel had expected, washed over his taste buds. The grip tightened around Gabriel’s neck anchoring him solidly in one place.

“I know you can swallow. You’ve done it before,”

The only way out seemed to be through. Gabriel obediently closed his mouth and swallowed the dollop of pit bull slobber. The taste lingered in his mouth, an intense mixture of Kyle’s spit and his own. Shivers ran throughout the dobie’s body. The forced act of intimacy felt deeply violating, but surprisingly… good. It didn’t feelt the same as the times Kyle had spit on his face.

“Okay, I learned my lesson; don’t try to teach you lessons. Can you let me go now?” Gabriel choked out. The anger faded from Kyle’s eyes for a moment, replaced by a glimmer of softness. It was brief, but unmistakable. Just as quickly, it was gone, masked once more by Kyle’s cruel grin.

“No,” Kyle said.

He released the dobie and spun him around towards the wall. Gabriel had to catch himself. A new tangle of fear formed in Gabriel’s stomach. The pit bull wasn’t done yet.

Holding the dobie by his neck with one strong hand, Kyle unlatched his belt and kicked his pants aside, then he ordered Gabriel to do the same. He laughed at the dobie’s pink boxers, and then exposed the dobie further so that his bubble butt was out in the air. The stubby tail above Gabriel’s ass uselessly tried to tuck between his legs. From the corner of his eye, Gabriel could see the pit bull’s hefty package, most of the shaft already peeking from the sheath. Forcing the dobie to swallow his spit must’ve done something to him. Shamefully, Gabriel realized his own dick had started to hang out as well.

“You wanted it so bad, you snuck behind the wall just to taste it,” said the pit bull.

“That’s not-”

Kyle bodied Gabriel against the wall and kicked his legs apart, showing little concern for his well being.

“Kyle, please. I’m a virgin, this is a bad idea.”

“No. Talking.” said Kyle in such a low tone his chest rumbled. “I don’t give a fuck. Virgin or not. You act like a dirty slut, you’re gonna get treated like a dirty slut.”

The pit bull moved into a better position behind Gabriel, resting his hips against the dobie’s tensed butt. The canine shaft rested in the crack, leaking a puddle of precum on the dobie’s back. Kyle spat in his hand and began jacking himself off.

The doberman no longer resisted. His body ached from the rough handling. His mouth still tasted like Kyle, a reminder of the disrespect the pit bull had for him. He hated Kyle Bradbury. Ever since he moved onto the same street and started going to the same school.The years of taunting, bullying, and degradation had built a deep seated resentment. But now, there was something besides hatred. Beneath it all was a flutter in Gabriel’s stomach he couldn’t fully understand. In some twisted way he wanted Kyle. Deep down, Gabriel knew that if Kyle let him go right now, he wouldn’t move an inch.

Thick fingers dug into Gabriel’s ass cheek. They squeezed tight and pulled his ass apart to reveal an uncorrupted hole. Gabriel whimpered and clenched involuntarily, feeling air meet his pucker. The pit bull spanked, making him cry out. Kyle chuckled.

“You filthy bitch. You want it, don’t you?” Kyle massaged the dobie’s cheek as he hotdogged his meaty length along the dobie’s ass. Gabriel propped his ass up in response, fully giving himself away. Kyle loosened his grip on Gabriel’s neck, testing if the dobie would make a run for it. Gabriel stayed. The pit bull left his hand in place just in case.

“I’m going to break you in,” Kyle growled in Gabriel’s ear. “Then I’m going to breed your bitch cunt so deep, everyone after me will wonder why you stink like pit bull,” he said, punctuating his words with heavy grinds against the dobie’s ass. He was right about one thing at least. He reeked of pure pit bull essence.

Kyle went for it, ignoring a sharp cry from Gabriel as he entered. Hips met hips as the wet pit bull cock tip found purchase against the dobie’s entrance and pushed painfully inwards. Gabriel bit his cheek, determined not to give Kyle the satisfaction of hearing his pain. When it slipped inside, Kyle grunted. Pain radiated around the dobie’s ring. The dobie gasped for breath. The first couple of inches pulsed in the dobie’s rectum, resting there as both males breathed in shallow gasps, before inching forward again. Thick pit bull spit acted as a mediocre, but functioning lube. Kyle mounted the dobie hard and fast, rapidly working to break down the resistance around his cock, and working himself in further with each thrust.

Every thrust produced a wet slap that echoed off the bathroom walls. Gabriel pressed his face into the wall, feeling his body fall back against Kyle’s only to be hammered forward. The heavy fog of the pit bull’s scent flooded the room, masking the cleaning products. It worked as aromatherapy, blurring jolts of pain into a steady haze of pleasure that rocked Gabriel’s body.

“Fuckin’ dirty, letting me take your virginity just like that. Barely putting up a fight,” the pit bull chided.

Gabriel’s face flushed at the dirty talk. He knew Kyle was saying those things just to humiliate him, to bring him down. It was actually fairly tame compared to some of the other things Kyle had said in the past. This was more personal though. Worse, it was accurate. Tears ran down the dobie’s face, whether from the pain, or embarrassment, he wasn’t sure.

Claw tips dug into Gabriel’s ass, leaving nicks along the side that would surely take days to heal. Pleasure scaled to raw bliss as the pit bull savagely fucked his virginity away. The growing heat from Kyle’s sweaty crotch warmed the dobie’s ass. He squeezed down, encouraging deep moans from the pit bull.

“God, you needed this, didn’t you? That’s why you’ve always been so easy to push around, you want it,” Kyle said, slamming his fat member into the used dobie in deep thrusts that drew precum from Gabriel’s hole with each pull out. The dobie tried to speak, but was interrupted by Kyle’s thick hand wrapping itself around the front of his throat and pressing on both sides. The pit bull growled in warning.

“This pussy’s mine,” Kyle grunted between moans. He went deep, crushing the dobie’s prostate with his turgid length. Fat canine cock plumbed the depths of the dobie’s guts, it’s growing knot popping in and out of the threshold. Huge testicles clapped against Gabriel’s taint with with pump, warning of their fullness. Each thrust edged them closed to being unloaded deep inside the dobie’s formerly chaste body.

Each knotted thrust stretched Gabriel wider and deeper. The tapered tip of Kyle’s member poked deep in his bowels as he was stuffed full. The horny pit bull gave everything he had, shifting his balance to put more pressure on Gabriel’s overstretched hole. As the already engorged knot grew, the dobie struggled to accept it. It rammed itself against the dobie’s pucker countless times. Finally, after a particularly hard thrust, it slipped inside. The pair was tied. Gabriel yelped. The massive ball of flesh lodged itself inside him, attempting to rip him apart. A gasp of relief escaped him as the pain subsided and a feeling of fulfillment washed over him. Kyle kept fucking the dobie with the inch long base of his engorged cock, leaving the knot trapped inside.

“Fuckin’ take it, bitch,” Kyle groaned as he unleashed a torrent of his potent essence into the dobie’s warm insides. Gabriel placed a hand on his belly, imagining he could feel the jets of cum spurting against his inner walls. If he pressed down a little, he could feel Kyle’s fat length in his stomach. A copious amount of spunk filled the dobie, the girth inside him preventing any leakage despite how stretched his tailhole was. The pit bull’s cock rubbed and scraped the dobie’s innermost flesh, sloshing gooey cum around. Semen oozed and churned into the dobie’s crevices. It was exactly like Kyle had said he would do. Gabriel was well and truly marked.

The dobie whimpered as Kyle’s fucking drew to a stop. The pit bull panted above him, letting his length marinate in it’s release. The knot slowly deflated to the point where he could tug it from Gabriel’s cumlogged ass. There was nothing gentle about it. Kyle ripped it out, slurping the entirety of his shaft out. A river of Kyle’s jism drooled from Gabriel’s slack hole and splattered on the floor. Slimy dog cum soaked the dobie’s inner thighs and nub. He was stained with Kyle’s saliva, seed, and thick scent. It would be in his nose for days afterwards.

Kyle let the dobie go and stepped back. His cock flopped out in the open air, dripping with juices. It had already lost most of it’s length. The dobie turned around, and sat against the wall, feeling his overworked legs fail him. The pair locked eyes. Renewed anger flashed across Kyle’s face, but it dissipated as if Kyle didn’t have the energy to maintain it.

“Don’t tell anyone about this. I will fuck you up,” warned Kyle. “I’m not some fucking faggot.” The pit bull began to redress himself as Gabriel sat back in shock. Before putting his dick away, Kyle wiped a drop of cum off onto his index finger. He flicked it at the dobie’s face. He sneered once more, buckled his pants, and opened the door.

“See ya next week. I got math homework to catch up on,"