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The school bell rang throughout the halls of White Oak middle school, informing it's young, lively students that it was lunch time. The classroom doors swung open and a sea of young boys and girls poured from the classrooms, worming around each other as they butted and budged, heading towards the cafeteria, lured in by the sweet aroma of cooked food. Their bellies ached for sustinence, and it was time they got it.

For one particular Pokémon boy, however, there was something else he had to attend to. A young Rockruff, with fluffy brown fur and a distinct, spiky cream coloured collar layered with stones, separated from the crowd and stepped out of sight, heading down an adjacent, quiet corridor and into the boy's restroom.

There, he stood in the quiet of the boy's bathroom, hearing nothing but the sounds of his own levelled breathing. He stepped towards the cubicles that lined the left hand side, trailing his fingers along the open doors and adjoining walls until he stopped in front of one closed cubicle. A sign was platered on the front, stating it was out of order. He'd planted it there himself, so no-one might sneak in on what lie beyond.

He pushed the door ajar and stood there, triumphantly, admiring what sat on the toilet seat. A chubby Nidoran boy, known for his reasonable intellect and often rather nerdy appearance. Teachers had remarked he'd been absent all day, and it was down to the Rockruff's doing, in particular.

The reason for the Rockruff's rather blatant abuse of the boy was a peculiar one. The Rockruff, known to many as Gray, was a renowned athlete in the middle school. He was toned, could run remarkably fast, and was a hit with all the girls. In truth, he had no interest in females, of any kind: what interested him more was boys. To his surprise, he had returned from a P.E session with his coach to find the Nidoran boy, who he remembered was called Dillon, going through his things. A little bit of interrogation lead to a confession: the Nidoran was interested in him romantically. Gray had scoffed, but it had given him an idea.

Finding out that Dillon was inclined to boys in the same way he was should have arguably brought them together as friends, but Gray had jumped at the chance to experiment as much as he wanted with a not-so-willing participant.

There Dillon sat, naked on the toilet seat, with his ankles bound by leather cuffs, linked together by a small metal chain. His wrists were much of the same, but they were tied behind his back so he couldn't get to his feet and waddle out of the room very easily. A small cage sat over his crotch, a little tool that Gray had borrowed from a friend's older brother on the sly. The finish off the set, a makeshift gag was stuffed in his mouth in the form of the Nidoran's own underwear, and a collar was linked around his neck to degrade him even further. Some might have considered it cruel, but the way the Nidoran's cheeks flushed at the sight of him told Gray that the boy was secretly into it, even if he didn't want to admit it.

"Look at that," Gray remarked with a sly smile. "You didn't move an inch. I'm impressed: it's good to have someone so loyal."

Dillon squirmed on the seat and made a muffled noise, causing Gray to roll his eyes. He stepped into the cubicle and closed it behidn him, twisting his ear to hear whether anyone was coming into the bathroom, before reaching out the grabbed the gag in the boy's mouth. He pulled and it came free with ease. Dillon sucked in a sharp breath, averting his gaze from Gray's smug face.

"Can you let me go now?" Dillon asked weakly.

"Why would I do that, nerd?" Gray asked, grasping the boy by one of his ears and twisting his head so Dillon was forced to meet his gaze. "We're just getting started."

Gray stepped back, reaching down to pop the button on his trousers. Like all the boys in the middle school, they were required to wear a constricting, smart uniform that consisted of trousers, a shirt, and a tie for the boys. As Gray pulled down the zipper, Dillon couldn't help but watch for a moment, eyes wide. He had never expected them to go this far. He wondered what the Rockruff had in mind for him, but part of him didn't want to know. When he was greeted to the sight of the Rockruff boyish, navy blue boxers, Dillon averted his gaze. Whether it was out of politeness or embarrassment, Gray couldn't tell.

"What? Don't like what you're seeing?" Gray whispered, his voice dripping with a hidden, restrained lust. Gray had been interested in Dillon since he'd coerced and captured him like this. He'd wanted to do all sorts of things to him, to experiment. Both of them were 11 years of age, reaching the cusp of puberty. Even if one of them might not care to admit it, they were curious about sex. For Gray, he was eager to lose his virginity, and be proud of his change into adulthood. He wasn't expecting some sort of grand revelation, but he wanted to feel more mature.

He could see Dillon's occasional fleeting glance as Gray's trousers fell unceremoniously around his ankles. He lingered his thumbs around the waistband of his boxers, giving them a teasing tug here and there, watching the way the Nidoran's eyes bulged. It was clear the nerdy boy wanted to see, but simply didn't want to admit it. Slowly, the Rockruff tugged down his underwear, sliding them past his hips. As the waistband skirted lower and lower, more and more of the boy's crotch was revealed, until finally, his stiff, boyish erection bobbed up into view, finally loose from the constricting garments.

Gray reached down to curl a couple of fingers around the base of his member, waggling it left and right, and Dillon's eyes followed the movement of the member with a flushed expression, squirming in his seat. It was humanoid, barely over 5 inches, but the sheer dominance and confidence that exuded from the Rockruff made the situation, and the sight of his twitching cock, all the more thrilling. Slowly, the canine stepped forwards. He pressed himself against Dillon's chubby body and the Nidoran felt the head of Gray's cock grazing against his stomach, teasing him. A whimper escaped his throat.

Gray reached around to grap the collar around the nerdy boy's neck, tugging him fiercely from the seat of the toilet. The Nidoran stumbled and tripped, falling to his knees with a quiet muffled whimper. It was just the position that Gray wanted him in. When Dillon raised his head, he was greeted to the sight of the Rockruff's cock, twitching mere inches from his face, the foreskin peeled back just enough to reveal the urethra. Gray pushed his hips forward enough to smear the head of his cock against the boy's nose. Dillon was hit with the faint scent of his odor, the mixed smell of sweat and flesh.

"It's big, isn't it?" Gray sounded proud of the size of his underage, pre-pubscent member. Dillon let out a muffled noise, something between a yes and a nose, and Gray angled his cock down to smear the head against Dillon's lips, trailing across his prominent buck teeth.

"You know not to bite, right?" Gray's dominance wavered for just a moment in the face of a potential dilemma: was Dillon going to bite down, if he went all the way? About 80% of him assumed not, but that nagging down made him a little anxious. He puffed out his chest and regained his confidence, reaching down to cup the boy's chin.

"Open wide." Gray subtly demanded, and Dillon clamped his mouth shut.

"I don't wanna..." The nerdy Nidoran weakly complained, and a flash of annoyance cross over Gray's face. He reached his fingers back to find the hinge of the Nidoran's jaw and squeezed. The discomfort force Dillon's jaw open enough for Gray to work the head of his cock into the boy's mouth. At once, he was met with the warm sensation of spittle and flesh over his member, and a sigh escaped his lips. Blowjobs were a lot better than he thought.

Dillon let out a muffled whine, not sure whether to bite down and risk the athlete's wrath, or just do what he wanted in the hopes the boy would let him go eventually. He scrunched his eyes up as he felt the cock forcing it's way further past his lips, grazing against the roof of his mouth and inevitably probing against the back of his throat. 5 inches wasn't enough to do any harmful damage, but it was definitely going to push into the cub's throat if Gray went any further.

Gray reached up, grasping Dillon by the horn that sat atop his head, pushing his head further down. Dillon made sure to keep his jaw wide open for fear of his buck teeth grazing against the Rockruff's length. The cock pushed against the back of his throt and eventually slipped down, stretching his gullet and leaving him choked for air. His nose pumped with the canine's pelvis and he heard and felt the Rockruff's throaty sigh.

"Oh, that's good..." The boy murmured, his grip tightening around the Nidoran's horn, pushing his hips up against him so that his balls gently grazing against the nerd's chin. He scooped his hand away from the Nidoran's jaw and reached around to place it on the back of his head, giving him full control. He could feel the Nidoran's throat squeezing and instinctively gulping around his member, unintentionally flexing and milking his cock. The pleasure was almost unbearable.

Gray eventually pulled back and slid his member from the Nidoran's mouth. At first, Dillon thought it was over, but then the cub pushed forwards again, probing the back of his throat and shoving his way down. A shaky sigh escaped the boy's lips and his fingers curled tightly against the Nidoran's scaly skin, his member pulsing warmly in the boy's mouth. Dillon felt his own little cock twitching inside it's tight metal cage, unable to get hard.

Gray began in on a series of steady, powerful thrusts, tugging back only a few inches and forcing his way into Dillon's mouth over and over, using the boy's tongue and throat as he liked. Each thrust brought him closer and closer to a feeling he so desperately craved, every other thrust eliciting a quiet little moan from his lips. He knew he had to be quiet, lest anyone outside might hear them. For now, they were alone: the majority of the students were still too busy eating and socialising in the cafeteria, giving them all the privacy they needed. Dillong let out the occasional whimper, his nose butting forcefully against the Rockruff's pelvis with every thrust, making his eyes water.

Soon, Gray's thrusts began to slow, growing more irregular with each passing second, his breathing becoming heavy and laboured. His hands gripped tightly, varying in tension as his member slid back and forth, slicked up with spittle from the Nidoran's tongue.

"O-Oh..." Gray found himself momentarily stammering, sucking in a deep breath through gritted teeth and he pushed his hips forawrd, a long groan escaping his lips. At once, the pressure that had formed in his loins released, and a wave of pure bliss washed over him. He orgasmed, spurting tiny dribbles of cum into the back of the Nidoran's mouth, trickling down his throat, where Dillon was instinctively forced to swallow, his cheeks flushed. His own little member was unfortunately soft, but a trickle of pre-cum oozed from the hole at the end of his chastity cage, betraying his arousal.

His climax faded as quickly as it had arrived, much to his dismay. He had masturbated before, but recieving a blowjob was something else. He was surprised he lasted as long as he did. With his chest heaving, Gray pulled back, panting quietly with his little cock hanging half-limp, covered in spit. He reached over to grab a wad of toilet paper. Before he wiped himself off, he made a note to smear the end of his dick against the Nidoran's nose, just slightly depositing the last remnants of his orgasm against Dillon's snout. The nerdy boy whimpered and averted his gaze. His jaw felt sore.

"That was..." Gray wasn't sure what to say. He tidied himself up, tugging on his clothes and pulling his phone from his pocket. It was already nearing the end of lunchtime. He tugged on his trousers and buttoned them up, tugging up the zipper.

"I'll be back after classes are over." Gray grinned smugly and heaved the chubby boy back up onto the toilet seat. Once more, he shoved the underwear into his mouth to keep him quiet. He teased him by placing a finger on his own lips, gesturing that the boy should be quiet, before he slipped out of the stall and shut it behind him. Dillon let out a whimpering protest before hanging his head, a quiet sniffle escaping his nose.

It felt like hours before the Rockruff boy eventually returned. In truth, there were only 2 more lessons before the end of the day, but each one was technically an hour long. Regardless, Dillon felt as thought it had been a lot longer than he thought. His stomach churned and grumbled with hunger and his mouth felt dry from lack of water. When he heard the bathroom doors open, he let out a muffled grunt, wondering if someone might have come to rescue him. His face fell when the cubicle door opened and Gray stood there in his usual attire, a bag slung around his shoulder.

"Time to take you home." Gray remarked, stepped into the cubicle and shutting it behind him. He crouched down to rifle through the bag on the floor, pulling out a long piece of leather connected by a few other parts, with bits of metal embedded into it. He reached out and grabbed the Nidoran by the collar, tugging him to his feet. As Dillon stood there awkwardly, Gray wormed the leather around his body. It looped over his chest with a metal ring in the centre to hold it all together, and looped around his thick ass and thighs.

Gray retrieved an additional tool: a small looking instrument that was wedged and triangular in shape, sitting stop a circular bottom, with a gap in between the two shapes. Dillon looked perplexed and Gray caught his expression with a grin.

"This is apparently called a butt plug," Gray remarked. "You put it in your butt. I don't know why, but my friend's brother said it was cool..."

Gray trailed off as he stared at it, before digging into the bag to retrieve a bottle of clear fluid. He squirted some of the substance onto the 'butt plug' and wormed his hand around the entire tool, coating it in the sticky looking thing. Dillon watched in horror, hearing the wet, squelching sounds of the clear fluid slipping around the butt plug.

Gray stood up and Dillon backed away from him, muffling his protest, the underwear still stuffed into his mouth. Gray's gaze darkened and he snapped his hand out, tugging Dillon closer by the dollar and forcing him face-first against the wall. The Nidoran struggled a bit until he felt the cool tip of something sneaking between his cheeks, proding into his most intimate areas. He muffled out again, begging for it to be over, but he could already feel the butt plug pushing against his ass and forcing it's way into him.

The searing discomfort was the first thing he felt, followed by a sickening dull pleasure that faintly registered in the back of his mind under everything else. He bit down hard on the underwear and his eyes scrunched up as he felt his virgin pucker being stretched to it's limit by the wedged, girthy plug that seemed to only get wider and wider. When it finally reached it's peak, the Nidoran was a whimpering, flushed mess. One sharp push later and the butt plug passed his inner sphincter, firmly embedded into him.

"And, just so you don't try to take it out..." The Rockruff grabbed the final loose strap, which hooked around the Nidoran's underside, pressing against the thick circular base of the butt plug and around his taint and up towards the cage. There, the strap split into two segments, which nestled nicely around the Nidoran's inner thighs and clipped onto the rest of the harness at the front.

"Now," Gray began, straightening up. "Are you going to be good if I untie your hands and let you get dressed?"

For fear of the potential repercussion if he refused, Dillon nodded, obeying Gray's commands. Satisfied, the Rockruff reached around the Nidorang's back and he unclipped the leather cuffs that held his wrists together. Dillon rubbed his wrists for a moment before casting his gaze down. His clothes had been left strewn across the floor of the bathroom. Thankfully, the school had a habit of keeping the place clean. He bent down the picked them up as the Rockruff unclipped the cuffs from his ankles. After all, it would be hard to walk with them.

Dillon tugged his shirt over his head, and when it finally passed his neck and sat against his chubby body, Gray reached out and clipped something to his collar. Dillon looked down and realised it was a leash. After that, Gray reached down into the bag to produce a series of padlocks. He hooked them around several rings in the Nidoran's harness, making sure he couldn't get out of them without the key.

"Can't have you running off." Gray grinned smugly, which made Dillon feel all the more humilated. The Nidoran removed the gag from his mouth and unfurled them, trying to put them on. They were his own underwear, after all. He then tugged on his trousers until he finally looked presentable, the same as he had when he came in this morning. Sadly for him, the harness and butt plug were still underneath all his clothes, concealed. As he moved, he felt the butt plug inside him shift, giving him brief stabs of discomfort.

"Come on." Gray didn't stop to let him adjust, and started pulling on his leash, guiding him out of the cubicle and into the main area of the bathroom. It was then that Dillon realised he was going to be paraded through the halls of the school, and probably to his own house, on his leash. At first, he resists, tugging back on the leash. When Gray gave him a withering look and tugged a bit harder on the leash, Dillon eventually succumbed, resigning to his fate.

They stepped out of the bathroom and the murmuring voices of those nearby turned into hushed whispers, their gaze turning towards the two boys stepping out of the bathroom. First, there began a trickle of laughter, quiet giggles and whispers of disbelief. Then those giggles turned into quiet chuckles, laughing at the situation in front of them, and how the Nidoran was treated. Dillon hung his head and tried to block them out as Gray triumphantly strode past the students towards the exist, holding firmly onto the leash in the event the boy might run.

Dillon almost couldn't bear the humiliation as they stepped out into broad daylight and passed a number of other students, who stared in their direction as they went. Gray lived the same way as Dillon, and happened to know where he stayed from a little bit of interrogating, so their journey was already mapped out in front of them. Gray strode down the road with pride, dragging along his 'trophy' behind him as the Nidoran cub dejectedly followed suit, feeling the constricting leather beneath his clothes.

The soon busy streets began quiet and empty as they moved further from the school and into the more residential areas, until they finally stood outside of Dillon's house.

"Gotta keep up appearances." Gray muttered, turning to unclip the collar from the Nidoran's neck. Then, he grasped the boy's shirt and tugged him closer.

"Now, listen up, nerd," He spoke in a hushed whisper. "Go in there and tell your Mom you want to sleep over at mine tonight. At least that way she wont notice those cute leather straps around your fat little body. Then we can go to school tomorrow and continue this all over again. Got it?"

"Y...Yes sir." The Nidoran bowed his head dejectedly and turned, being ushered towards the patio. He stepped up and through the door as Gray lingered outside, waiting patiently.

The Rockruff didn't have to wait for more than 10 minutes or so before the Nidoran stepped out with a hefty duffel bag, his mother lingering at the door.

"Have a good time, boys!" She called, smiling at them, before closing the door behind her. Gray seemed pleased. He gestured and the Nidoran followed him, tightening his grip around the bag on his shoulder.

He was dreading what was going to happen tonight, and tomorrow.