Inspect his package

Aaron knelt down stepping closer to his crotch as Christian’s grip tightened around his family jewels.

“Let’s take a look at the goods shall we?”

Aaron ran his finger through the small bush and shaft visible above the two hands covering the rest of the manhood. Immediately Christian reacted, shifting his hands to cover the spot that had just been touched.

“Hey, put your hands to the side for me will you? And try to keep still. You’re making this kind of difficult…”

Christian tried to scream at Aaron but the only noise that could get through his undergarment was a feeble “Mmphgh mmpbfh!!!”

His hands moved swiftly to the side, his soft shaft and balls bouncing slightly as they were freed from Christian’s grasp.

Aaron held the soft dick, slowly weighing it as if it were some supermarket produce he was deciding to buy. It was longer than his hand, maybe six or seven inches in its current state. The shaft was a warm brown, darker towards the tip, the color lightening to the soft caramel tan of the rest of his body as it reached the root of his cock. The tip itself was pink, and given that it wasn’t completely covered right now, Aaron deduced he was probably cut, although there seemed to be no scarring around the dick or any blemish of any kind really. It seemed that, just like Christian, his dick was also visually perfect. He then gave it a soft squeeze rolling it slightly with his fingers and then bouncing it in his palm. It was squishy and warm, the skin smooth and pleasant to the touch. Aaron then let go and cupped Christian’s testicles in his hands, feeling them with his fingers as he moved his hands slightly to get a sense of weight. They were seemingly perfectly even, both about the size of a golf ball, comfortably heavy, and emanating a certain warmth that can only be felt from the most private regions of the human body.

“Wow this is pretty nice huh?”

Aaron looked up only to be met with Christian’s wet red boxer briefs falling directly on his face.

Christian snickered as Aaron fell backward, “Yeah it IS nice. I’ve fucked every bad bitch at this school with it you know.”

He sneered down at Aaron as the boy in the ground peeled the undergarments off his face.

“I bet you’re fucking jealous aren’t you? The only action an ugly fag like you gets is from **** on some creepy old man’s dick.”

Aaron rolled his eyes, “You just never know when to shut up do you?”

He stood up grasping the Rulebook in his pocket as he continued,

“Close your eyes for me, I need to get something ready.”

Double checking to make sure Christian could not see, he grabbed the Rulebook and a pencil and sat cross legged in front of the bully’s struggling naked body and began to contemplate what to write, as his ears filtered out the **** currently shooting from Christian’s mouth.

It was clear his dick was something Christian was very proud of and as much as Aaron hated to admit it, he could see why. It was both large and aesthetically pleasing and with the amount of experience his bully seemed to have with using it, it was like some god had personally gifted this body and this package to Christian to make up for his awful personality.

Aaron tapped the pencil against his cheek and thought,

“Well, no matter, I’ve been given a divine gift today too… and it’s about time I make things a bit harder for Christian. Much harder…”