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The school day had ended. Everyone had already returned to their homes or after-school activities.
Except for Chance and ITrapped.
Chance slowly creeped open the door, examining the empty classroom in search of ITrapped, but to no avail. “ITrapped usually arrives early. He’s late today.”
Chance sat down on a nearby chair, waiting for ITrapped as he stared at the desk below him blankly. But, what he didn’t know.. is that ITrapped was already in the room, long before Chance had got in.
ITrapped snuck up on Chance, roughly grabbing his shoulders and startling him, letting out a small giggle afterwards. “Hehe, Chance. You’re so stupid, it’s quite funny.”
“Ah.. ITrapped. You’re here.” A blush crept up on Chance’s cheeks as he thought of all the things that he may do today. He quickly snapped out of his thoughts as he heard rustling coming from ITrapped’s school bag.
“I’m thirsty, Chance. I haven’t drank anything at all today. I’m craving some… lemonade.” ITrapped pulled out a cup from his bag, as he suddenly pushed the unsuspecting person down onto the floor, greedily eyeing his crotch
Chance sat up on the ground, clearly confused on what ITrapped was doing, but quickly brushed it off.“Want me to buy you some lemonade.. then?” Chance was clearly oblivious to ITrapped’s advances, as he looked up at the taller figure with confusement.
ITrapped kneeled down next to Chance. “No need to,” ITrapped’s hand hovered down to Chance’s groin, barely touching it. “It’s all in here, you see.” The yellow-haired male flashed Chance a mischievous grin, signaling that he wants to drink from his….
“You want me to—?” Chance was certainly taken aback by this. He wasn’t expecting ITrapped to want something so… gross. Thinking about ITrapped drinking his… own piss made him gag.
“Pee yourself for me, Chance.” ITrapped grabbed his hand, slowly helping him stand up as ITrapped unbuckled the shorter person’s belt, taking off his pants— followed along by his boxers. “I’m thirsty.”
Chance blushed at his exposed skin, looking down at the ground in embarrassment as he tried to pee himself, for ITrapped. Anything for him. “I.. I don’t know how to.. force myself to pee, ITrapped…”
ITrapped got on his knees, visibly impatient at this point— His mouth was painfully dry, practically begging for something to drink. He just wanted to get this over with. “I don’t have all day, Chance.” Then, ITrapped came up with an idea.
Slowly, ITrapped rose up from the ground, making eye contact with Chance. He took a few timid steps closer towards them, which caused Chance to involuntarily take a few steps back. This continued for awhile, until Chance was backed up into an open window.
“ITrapped, what are you trying to—“
Chance got cut off by hands choking his throat. Since the window was open, Chance knew it was a possibility that ITrapped could have let go of his neck— and dropped him to his demise. He had no idea what ITrapped was capable of.
“Chance. If you can’t piss voluntarily, then i’ll just have to make you pee myself.” ITrapped squeezed harder and harder around Chance’s neck, making it impossible for him to breathe properly. Chance was scared shitless, his whole body aching and shivering with immense fear
“ITrapped.. I’m..- I’m gonna fall!” Chance desperately shouted, in hopes of maybe ITrapped would have let go, but he knew that wasn’t likely going to happen. However, he still kicked and writhed under his grip anyway— knowing it meant nothing.
ITrapped could only chuckle at his weak attempts. As each minute passed by, ITrapped would squeeze harder and harder around Chance’s neck, until, eventually….
A stream of yellow liquid dripped down Chance’s leg, covering the wooden floor almost immediately.
ITrapped let go of Chance, taking a step back and admiring how filthy and messy he was in this state. “You’re so disgusting, Chance. Pissing yourself, what a baby.” ITrapped got on his knees, running his finger through the puddle of piss and licking it clean. ‘Salty,’ Itrapped thought.
Chance collapsed to his knees, his legs soaked in piss. He couldn’t believe what just happened, and how ITrapped was practically slurping up his own piss. He looked up at the taller man, his eyes watery from just getting choked. “I..Trapped.. Are you proud… of me?”
“Of course I am, Chance.” ITrapped blatantly lied in front of the man, as he ran his fingers through Chances hair, while also simultaneously drinking up every last bit of piss with his fingers.
“We should do this again, shouldn’t we?”
… …
Elliot stopped the recording, shutting off his phone in disbelief. He could barely grasp on the scene in front of him. He.. never believed someone as popular as ITrapped would do such a thing to.. Chance, his friend.
“Disgusting. Utterly disgusting. I.. can’t believe someone would do something like this.”
Elliot sighed, before turning around and heading to the buildings exit, in hopes of getting as far away from the two as possible. “I.. need to show this to someone… Chance is my friend, and i don’t want him getting bullied by HIM.”