"Wait..."

"...please don't, I'll do anything! Just delete that video!"

Jacob's face contorted into a pondering look for a moment before he walked out of his stall saying, "You know, it's almost like you wanted to get caught. Checking out the girls so blatantly, making so much noise in here, moaning like a little girl..." you heard a click from the other side of the bathroom. "...not locking the door."

Still too nervous to leave the stall, you asked, "Does this mean you'll delete the video?"

"We'll see, get out here."

You pulled up your pants and opened the stall. Jacob was standing in front of you, letting you finally get a good look at him. He towered over you, easily a few inches over 6 feet. You looked him up and down to see what your tormentor looked like. His curly dark hair was cut in a short fade. His sharp brown eyes looked you over up and down as you examined his rugged, square jaw and full lips. He was wearing a tight T-shirt that showed off his bulging pecs and muscular arms. You couldn't help but feel intimidated by the imposing man before you.

"Damn, you're tiny ain't you white boi?" Unsure of what else to do, you simply nodded which prompted a chuckle from him. "Strip. Now."

"What? Why?"

Jacob slapped you across the face, "If you want that video deleted first thing you need to do is strip so I can see what I'm working with. Now, boy!"

Your face stung from his strong hand and your mind was going a mile a minute. _Why does he want me to strip? What's he gonna make me do? _You timidly removed your shirt, shoes, socks, pants, and boxers until you stood in front of him naked as the day you were born. As you finished, you noticed he was still holding up his phone recording. Reflexively you covered your shame and said, "Stop recording!"

Another slap followed, this time on the other cheek. "I'm the one giving orders here white boi! Stop hiding that pathetic excuse for a cock!"

Biting your lip to hold back tears, you did as he said.

Jacob eyed you up and down again, crouching to get a closer look at your flaccid member. After a brief moment, he stood back up and circled around you, "Keep those eyes forward bitch."

His hands suddenly cupped your soft, almost-non-existent pecs as though they were boobs. You recoiled slightly from his touch, but consciously tried not to thinking he might hit you again if you did. He squeezed them once and then tweaked your nipples, giving what sounded like a hum of approval. After a moment he let go and cupped your ass, pinching it slightly.

He finally walked back around in front of you and chuckled when he looked you over again, "Looks like you enjoy an alpha male feeling you up, huh?"

Confused, you looked down and saw your prick was hard again. Your cheeks burning, you looked down in shame to avoid his gaze.

"Get dressed and hand me your phone."

You quickly did as he said to get this humiliation over with. "What's your name?"

"John"

"Hmmm, I'll have to think of something else to call you, but that's fine for now." He tapped a few things into your phone as he spoke, "I'm gonna hold on to the video for now but I think we can make a deal. Some rules first, you are to call me 'Sir' until I say otherwise, understood?"

You nodded your head 'yes' but figured out that wasn't satisfactory after you received another slap across the cheek. "Yes, Sir."

"Next rule: Never come up to me in public. I'll come up to you if I wanna talk to your lame-ass."

"Understood, Sir."

His eyes flicked up from your phone to you, "You're getting this pretty fast. Alright, I need to think about what I wanna do with you. If you're too pussy to do it though you can still back out." He handed you back your phone before continuing, "I added myself as a contact-don't change the name-and typed out a draft of a text. If you don't want me to show this entire school the video you need to send me that text by 8 PM tonight. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

Jacob grunted in response and turned to leave. You sighed in relief once the door shut and checked the message he had typed out:

TO: Sir

I am a pathetic pervert who needs a lesson. I promise I will do whatever you ask me to to keep my secret safe. I am a pathetic white boi who needs your strong discipline and guidance. Please do with me as you wish, I belong to you now.

Your Bitch,

John