School Bathroom Part 2

I try to hide my shock and excitement and sidestep to leave. he says “where the fuck are you going?” putting his right hand on my shoulder, socking me in the stomach with the other. wind knocked out of me, i fall onto the piss-coated floor that hasnt been cleaned since the start of the year. i try to speak, to ask why, to beg, to say anything at all, but all that comes out are gasps.

he grabs my hood, gagging me as he pulls me up like a noose. he pins me against the wall, hand on my throat, stopping my blood-flow completely.

“i have seen you looking at me in class you fucking pussy.” he punches me again, almost a relief as i can finally breathe. he pulls my hoodie off, throwing it on the floor. he then reaches down to my belt, unbuckling it and slipping it out. he feels my rock hard cock and says,

“you like this you little bitch?!” taking my belt and whipping me in the face.

i scream from the sharp pain shooting down my spine as i cover my face. he grabs my shirt collar and rips my