him to strip

Aaron carefully wrote down the next two rules to give him the opportunity for **** whilst protecting himself from harm’s way.

“New rule: Christian Castillo must not physically hurt the owner of this Rulebook in any meaningful way.”

“New rule: Christian Castillo’s body will listen and follow every order the owner of this Rulebook gives no matter what his mind tells him.”

As he finished up with the notebook, he heard Christian’s friends begin to leave,

“Chris, you coming?”

Chris shook his head sliding further down on the wall he had been leaning against, “Nah, I’ll just stay here and sleep for a minute.”

“Alright bro see you.”

Aaron waited until they had all left before stepping out slowly from behind the corner and walking up to his bully, who was now laying on the ground scrolling on his phone. As Christian saw him approach, a ferocious look flashed on his face but he said nothing letting the other boy get closer until they were about two feet apart. A minute passed and then another until Christian’s patience ticked down enough for him to put down his phone and glare at Aaron.

“What the fuck do you want bitch?”

Aaron, a determined look appearing on his face smiled and said, “I want you to take off your shirt.”

First surprise appeared on his face before being quickly replaced one of smug disgust.

“You would like that wouldn’t you, faggot?”

Despite his words Christian’s arms grabbed the bottom of his white wife beater pulling it swiftly over his head and tossing it to the side as Aaron giggled.

“I don’t know man I’m not the one taking my clothes off right now…”

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!” Christian quickly jumped up attempting to grab Aaron but failing as his arms only weakly pulled on his shirt.

“Hey now! Back up a bit and stay there… you’re kind of invading my personal space…”

Aaron watched as again Christian’s body pulled him against his will, stepping back now standing close to the wall.

Christian looked bewildered and almost afraid, but his fiery temper wouldn’t let him stay quiet for long.

“How the fuck are you doing this?! Tell me right now or I’ll beat the shit out of you!”

Aaron feigned thinking before shaking his head and smiling,

“Hmm, how about instead, you take of your pants for me and then we’ll talk?”

“There’s no way in hell I’m doing that! I’m not fucking gay!” Christian snarled, his hands undoing his belt and sliding his jeans down and off before kicking them to the side.

As Christian continued to hurl insults at Aaron, Aaron couldn’t help but admire his lean muscle: the clear indentation of abs and a defined chest, relatively built arms and legs, everything fit in his tall frame so right it was maddening. A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead as he squirmed around.

Another poke brought Aaron back to reality as Christian flailed his arms out in an attempt to push him. It was really a sight to behold, his bully, red in the face, his eyes filled with a almost murderous rage, his mouth twisted in a grimace. Aaron’s gaze again slowly panned down from his face to his chest to his navel and then further down his smooth torso, locking onto the substantial bulge that wiggled with each swing of his arms.

Christian followed Aaron’s eyes and immediately stopped his useless **** to cup his privates behind his hands.

“You’re such a fucking fag you know that?! Why are you doing this?”

Aaron’s face turned dark,

“You really don’t remember all the times you humiliated me? When you took my shit and threw it out the bus? When you took my clothes and put it into the toilet? You’ve been the worst part of school for the last three years and you really don’t remember anything?!”

He closed his eyes and turned around and rubbed his temples as the stress of just thinking about those past events.

“What’s wrong? Are you about to cry?” Christian fake whined mockingly, glaring at the shorter boy. “I didn’t do shit to you…“ He spit at Aaron’s feet “Now go away before I make you regret being born…”

Aaron turned back to face Christian, renewed vigor in his heart after hearing the taller boy’s words void of even a hint of remorse. “Take off your underwear and stuff in your mouth! Let’s see why you’re such an arrogant shitbag all the time…”

Christian’s eyes bugged wildly, a flurry of insults and threats falling from his lips as his arms calmly pulled the red undergarments down his long legs and shoved it into his defiant face. His words were now muffled, spit beginning to soak the red fabric as he continued to try to fight against Aaron’s control. His hands quickly cupped his crotch again, the small bush of pubic hair visible above the root of his shaft which remained visible despite Christian’s attempts at covering it.