Caramel

>Brad is wandering around school, trying to sniff out the rumored new guy.

>Supposedly, somebody from another town had transferred here, and he sounded pretty weak from descriptions.

>He shoved past crowds, and when he broke through a cluster of girls he made sure to push them back by their breasts.

>Once the buzz of the crowd in the main hallway was gone, he noticed an unfamiliar face, clearly lost.

>It wasn't hard to tell he wasn't from around the city they were in.

>He had a light tan, big blue eyes, decently groomed hair on the scruffy side.

>Eyes of an azure shade flitted around, soaking in the view of the hallway.

"Hey there."

>The transfer jumped, and turned to the voice.

>"Oh, hello. Didn't.. See you there, heh."

"You're okay man. You want me to show you around? The classes here aren't until next period."

>"Hm? Oh, thanks! Isn't lunch coming up soon? Someone gave me a schedule, but someone took it and.. I can't remember much."

"Don't worry, there's lots to see, and lunch is a bit far-off. Maybe another... forty-five minutes to an hour?"

>The new guy smiled weakly, gratitude glinting in his blue eyes.

"Come on, how about I show you around the school. My name's Brad by the way."

>"Caramel here."

>Brad flashed a grin and clasped a hand onto Caramel's shoulder, starting to walk in the opposite direction of the crowd.

"Have you been assigned a locker number yet?"

>Caramel stops, screwing up his eyes and knitting his eyebrows.

>"I think so, but it wasn't exactly set into memory."

"That's fine, you can visit Principal Celestia later on. For now, I'll show you the classes you'll go to."

>He went on to show him Harshwhinny's English, Cheerilee's math, the office, and everything else.

>Once they were finished, they had a good five minutes to spare.

>Just enough time to fight off the crowds and find the cafeteria, beating the line.

>Fixing a vice grip on Caramel's forearm, Brad dragged the new student through the throng, some pouring out of their classes and slamming lockers.

>He smirked internally as he saw that the lunch today was corn dogs, and a couple of shit tier sides.

>Brad jumped in line, and at last released Caramel

>The line moved slowly, and they were in around the middle.

>When it was their turn, blobs of what was supposed to be food were dumped on their plates, with some footlong corndogs, one each.

>Brad led him to an empty or near empty table, the other 'tablegoers' in their own huddle, remaining quiet.

>Brad kept his corndog unbitten, and attempted to stomach the rest of the lunch.

>Caramel finished quickly, and glanced around.

>"Say, is there a bathroom around here?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah. I'll show you."

>Caramel smiled, standing up.

>"Thanks, man."

"Don't mention it."

>Brad got up as well, grabbing his biteless corndog.  

>He led Caramel through the labyrinth of white tables and food spills, making for the double doors.

>Brad found the bathroom in record time and followed Caramel inside.

>He considered shoving him into a stall and raping him, just as a male teacher entered, who was rumored to hand out detentions for such things as answering a question wrong.

>Brad pressed himself up against the wall and smiled nervously, mock respect shining authentically in his eyes.

>He made sure to hide the corndog, and glanced at Caramel as he strode past headed for the sink.

>Sighing impatiently as he finished, wet hands and all Brad summoned him out with a jerk of his arm.

>Caramel followed close behind, and glanced around the empty hallway.

"I suppose you don't know your way back to the cafeteria?"

>"Forgot it."

>Caramel said this with a boyish grin, a hint of nervousness in his tone.

"That's fine, I would have walked you back anyways."

>A couple thanks issued.

>Brad started to lead him in the opposite direction the cafeteria.

>The two stumbled across an empty classroom that wasn't used until last period.

>Plenty of time.

>Brad threw open the forgetful teacher's door and threw Caramel in before he could say a word.

>Making sure there was no exit, the blue-haired  rapist yanked down the curtain over the window, blocking out view to others.

>He set his corndog down, and seized Caramel by the belt loops.

"Every student goes through this once..."

>He speaks, beginning to pull down Caramel's jeans.

"...And you're not weaseling your way out. The Brad always--"

>He eliminates the denim pants, hooking his thumbs past the waistband of Caramel's boxers.

"ALWAYS..."

>He pulled those down, as well, clutching the light-tanned boy rough by the shoulders.

"Gets you back."

>With a sharp cry of pain and surprise, Caramel was forced to his knees.

>With godspeed Brad's pants were pulled down, his half-erect member hanging out, trying to stand up.

"Of course I wouldn't be too cruel to fuck your ass dry.. Consider yourself lucky."

>Brad thrust forward, forcing his head past Caramel's trembling lips. He spit it out distastefully.

"Oh, you're going to resist? I guess we're going to wait for oral... We'll use something else, then."

>Making sure Caramel stayed, he quickly retrieved his corndog.

>Jerking Caramel to his feet, he bent him forcefully over the desk.

"My friend here's going to give you a fucking even you couldn't forget."

>With a surprised yelp from the victim, Brad seized Caramel's ass cheek and pushed it in the opposite direction the other.

>With the other hand, the tip of the foot-long corndog was placed between his cheeks.

>He slowly pushed it until the tight virgin hole of Caramel rejected the head of the corndog.

>He drew back about an inch, and thrust his arm hard, forcing the breaded hot dog into Caramel's passage.

>He moaned out in pain, assaulting the table with his fists.

>The audible signals made Brad harder, and only drove his arm to delve deeper.

>The corndog was slowly going in, and five inches were already submerged.

>Thrusting harder, now eight inches in.

>With a hard plunge that slammed Caramel into the table, only what of the stick that Brad was grasping was visible of the corndog.

>After that, nothing was holding the rapist back.

>He thrust hard, until his arm hurt, and he pulled out the corn dog.

>A satisfied smirk was on his face, and he squeezed Caramel's cheeks.

"Ah, I see you've changed your mind about resisting. Well, I might just have to stop..."

>He got a tighter grip on the wooden stick, and shoved it deep up into Caramel's anus.

>The victim moaned out, giving up pounding the table. His knuckles and the sides of his hands were sore, his tongue lolling out.

>Leaving the corndog in its spot, Brad nudged it as far as it would go, beyond his reach.

"Good luck getting that out, man. Oh, your tongue's sticking out? Do you want the real thing?"

>Brad twirled around his victim and shoved him back down to the floor.

>Seizing the moment when Caramel was panting, mouth open and tongue lolling out, he struck.

>Brad's erect cock buried deep into his throat, and he pressed to avoid being gagged out.

>Caramel gagged hard, and this only further aroused the rapist.

>A bit of slick pre emitted from his head, and he pulled back just to let his victim get a taste.

>It burned his tastebuds, and he whimpered onto the thick cock.