Bathroom blitz

You make it almost to lunch before you spot Brock or his goon squad. You have one class until lunch, English. Almost to class you see Brock’s best friend James. He is looking around like a dog searching for its favorite toy. You duck in to the boys room just down the hall from your class.

Risking being late, you rush to the first stall and wait. The door to the bathroom opens and you can hear someone’s heavy foot steps crossing the tile floor. When they enter one of the other stalls you take the opportunity to make a break for it. Opening the stall door you try to run.

You don’t make it two feet before a massive hand grabs your shirt and holds you in place. It’s unmistakably Brock, you recognize his shirt cologne and cocky chuckle.

“What are you doing in here?” His voice ringing out just behind your head. “This is the boys room, not the sissy room. I think you need to be punished.”

His hand squeezes tighter as he reaches around to your waist and in-buckles you belt. With a quick pull he tears you pants down. His chuckle grows loud, then stops completely. He turns silent and his grip on your shirt releases.

Turning to look over your shoulder, you can see him staring intently at your ass. His eyes are completely unfocused, a glaze forming in them. In seconds his eyes are consumed by a white spiral. He doesn’t move only his calm breathing to prove he’s even alive.

“Brock?” Your voice cracks as you grasp to figure out what’s going on.

“Yes..” He slowly responds as if in a dream.

“What are you doing?” Your voice grows stronger.

“Awaiting your commands.” He answers mindlessly.