Tough Love (Marblemoon x Aalyiarah) --NSFW-- (duh!)

Staring back at Riley a few seconds longer, Taylor finally turned towards the bench; not noticing the cellphone. The feminine boy hovered there for a moment as well to further contemplate. He never thought that it would actually come to this... That rush of excitement he got from looking at Riley's drawings was now soaring once more through his veins to prompt the boy into lowering himself. "Okay..." He said timidly; followed by his knees hitting the floor.

Then he leaned forward, planting his elbows onto the bench and burying his red-hot face into the palms of his unsteady hands. Now he was fully exposed to her acrimony- both now alone and in solitude. Moving up from his wide hips, exposed lower back with his back dimples, up to his slim waist and then his shoulders, Riley was able to see Taylor's gentle allure being impeded only by thin clothes. No longer did she have to picture him in a compromising position- for here he was.
 
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"Mmm," nearly moaning as she watched Taylor bend over, his round backside facing her direction tightening her Tripp pants to the point a bulge was almost visible. Her swollen cock begged to be released from the bindings of her panties, but Riley resisted. "Damn, you have a nice ass," the punk girl would step up to her prey popping him on his right check watching it jiggle. "A plump ass to cushion the pelvis, and a tiny tight pleasure ring perfect for cock milking." Running her thumb along the back seam line tracing between Taylor's cheek. Giggling, "don't scream," was the only warning he would get before his ass was met with her belt forcefully, three powerful swatches and Riley had to stop herself. Unsure sure how much she could take as her cock ached Riley didn't want to accidentally bring herself to a climax.

Turning on the video record feature, "what do you think the boys would do if I were to handcuff you to the bench, tape your tiny dick into a pair of panties and rip a hole in the back of them," Riley asked her free hand that was still holding the belt slowly rubbed his tender butt, "then left a sign that said anal slut." Shooting the scene from a POV perspective making sure to get in all his gloriousness, "do you think they'd take turns stretching you, rendering your gaping ass as useless as your laughable cock?"
 
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Taylor kept his face buried in his hands as Riley struck his backside, making the boy whimper quietly. The pain resonated harshly from each cheek, surely reddened under his pants. Ever since her thumb trailed near his sensitive hole, his cock was throbbing like crazy. To be so compromised... So defenseless and ripe for Riley's torment... Though pained, his body was shaking eagerly.

As his bully started portraying the situation of being cuffed and used, he imagined it vividly. He could nearly feel his ass being thrusted into- being pumped full of cum. Still unaware of the camera, though he had his suspicions, he took his head out of his hands to look back over his shoulder sheepishly. As she asked the question at the end, he returned his head to it's resting spot. "Y-Yes..."
 
"Look at me Taylor," Riley commanded striking him once more with her belt. "How many cocks have been in that snug rump of yours?" Personally, she was questioning to see if Taylor was really into guys or if he was just submissive. Riley hoped for the latter of the two. Suspecting that she'd never say it out loud, or at least not anytime soon, Riley knew she liked him a lot. His feminine features send a tickle to her shaft and hefty sac releasing an unfamiliar feeling. Girls had never piqued her interest although the thoughts of Taylor cross-dressing plagued her mind nightly. After all, the passive blonde was beautiful amidst soft features and had all the curves that her body was lacking. The reality was Riley doubted that without making him (or any guy) submit to her she wouldn't have a chance at a relationship.

"Why am I getting off to this," questioning herself mentally while waiting for her pet to respond. The embarrassing and humiliating torment she was putting him through made her body come alive. Hearing people laugh at him, and spread rumors like wildfire caused her pleasure. Until Taylor came to her school she had been able to control her sexual urges however now she didn't want those feelings to stop. "I want to feel his warm lips wrapped around my thick cock and hear my balls slapping against him as I fuck that tight ring," Riley's thoughts were starting to get out of control she was losing herself luckily his voice drew her back into the moment.
 
Wincing after the hit, Taylor peeked back at her. "N-None! I swear!" He shifted in place a little. "I'm... I'm not into guys." Which was a blatant lie. Though he didn't consider himself a very sexual person by nature, sometimes he did imagine himself with a few of his male classmates... Being so, he was also attracted to girls and their curvy bodies. As the best of both worlds, taller girls with toned muscles really caught Taylor's attention. Assertive girls. Girls like Riley.

As he looked up at her still, he found himself staring, and lusting for her in his mind. The desire for a closer look at her face was eating at him. To feel her pretty lips against his own... The way she was making him feel in this moment, he felt driven to please her. He found the fact that he seemed to bring her so much enjoyment to be deeply fulfilling.
'No. Stop.' He thought to himself. 'She's just bullying me. If I let myself confuse this further with affection, I'll be truly crazy. And I'd gain a broken heart.'
 
"None?" Her voice came out more questioning then she had intended, "that's a shame, what use is this perfectly plump ass then?" Yearning to touch herself Riley instead walked around and stooped before Taylor making sure to have the video rolling. "I think you're lying to me, and that's not very nice," she grabbed a handful of his golden locks, Riley forced him to look directly at her phone. "I think you are just dying to choke on an oversized dick, Taylor." Saying his name again for the recording, her hand releasing his hair, tracing down his cheek where she'd run her thumb over his lips. "So soft," cautiously she'd insert two fingers into his mouth ready to react if he dared to bite her. "So warm, show me how you'd suck a cock," demanding Riley kept her tone calm, this was dangerous she knew if she wasn't careful he may catch a glimpse of something she wasn't ready for him to see.

A release was all her body craved. The mixture of feelings from treating her prey in this manner plus the recording which Riley knew she'd watch over and over had her untouched tip leaking with precum threatening to stain the inside of her Tripp pants as it slowly soaked through her boyshorts.
 
The boy's eyes widened at Riley's demand with her fingers now in his mouth. His eyebrows arched up, pleading for her to stop; the phone in particular scared him. Was she so cruel as to share a video of this? Or... Perhaps this was for herself. He dared not think on it further, it was already humiliating being like this.

But he didn't bite her. Instead, closing his eyes now, he just went along with it. Beginning to softly suck, his tongue rubbed the underside of Riley's fingers. Poor Taylor didn't know what he was doing; at this point, he was just giving in to the arousal. It was only her fingers, but the act felt intimate. Her words, while crude, made him feel pretty and desired. 'Is this how some of the boys see me..? Am I really so girly? Does Riley really think so? Does she like me..?'

A thousand questions of that sort were asked, and none answered. Though, he knew the answers he'd prefer...
 
His soft tongue rubbing against the underside of her finger's nearly sent her over the edge, his lips snuggly wrapped around her digits suckling caused that sudden surge to push past. Riley bit down hard on her own tongue barely able to hold bare the moan as she came hard in her pants. Body shaking slightly, she nearly fell backward onto her butt from the system overload. It would take her a few seconds to recover, slowly releasing her tongue from clenched teeth Riley exhaled hoping he didn't realize what just happened as a faint blush coated her cheeks. Pulling her saliva soaked fingers from Taylor's warm cavern, Riley wiped her fingers off on her Tripp pants looking deep into the other's breathtaking orbs.

The pep rally was still in full swing, and she needed to clean up without him in the room, "you're such a good boy." Playing it off as smoothly as she could before shopping the recording, "why don't you run along now babe, I'll see you on the bus later." Dismissing him, she'd wait for the locker room door to close before going into one of the stalls where she'd attempt to clean herself up, 'I guess I can scratch climaxing at school off my bucket list.'
 
Taylor opened his eyes as Riley's hand retracted, seeing her blush. 'Did she enjoy that..?' He stood up at her dismissal and nodded, turning to leave without a word. Stepping out, he meant to ask her what she was going to do with the video. However, he was too engulfed in his own thoughts to remember to do so.

Instead, dictated by his still-throbbing erection, he was focused on getting to a restroom stall. He decided to go to the restroom nearest his locker. Sitting now on the toilet, with his pants around his ankles, he gripped his shaft and slowly stroked it. As he did so, his mind was focused on the events that just happened.

'Riley was so... rough and strong.' He thought, letting perverse imagery flow into his head. 'She could force me to do anything..!' Biting his lip and closing his eyes, he pictured Riley bending him over a table and sliding a strap-on into his ass while writing 'bitch' on his ass with a sharpie and taking a picture.
Within just seconds of starting, Taylor clenched his jaw and shot three small streams of cum onto the floor in front of him.

Taking deep breaths now, he relaxed. After cleaning up the mess he made with toilet paper, he decided that he'd just wait here until the assembly let out and it was time to board the bus. His mind was a mess, and the rally was no place to sort his morals. When it was time to board the bus, perhaps he'd try to ask Riley about her plans with the video..? Truthfully, he was scared to know.
 
Sitting on the toilet Riley sighed, there was a heavy load of cum that completely soaked through her boyshorts leaving markings on the inside of her pants, "fuck me." Groaning she'd slide off her pants and panties, " I wonder if boxers would have been soaked through." She normally wore boxers at night but panties were practical for school. Pulling some toilet paper from the roll Riley tried to wipe up the sticky results of her time with Taylor. It wasn't seeming to work, "just great!" Punching the stall wall, "ow, that smarts." Her knuckles turned rad from the impact. Taking longer then it should have she decided to just change into her gym shorts and panties.

"I am such an idiot sometimes," belittling herself, just as she laced up her sneakers, the bell tolled. This was the signal of the end of the school week furthermore the start of the weekend. Throwing away the last bit of trash into the nearby bin Riley hurried out of the locker room. Her Tripp pants rolled up and shoved into her bag if anyone mentioned anything about her sudden wardrobe change she'd either; punch telling them to piss off or walk away. Her reaction depended on who dared to question.

It was cold outside though, the winter chill rushed over her shaven legs and instantly made her shiver, but it also helped with other worries that she had with chilled air kept them high and tight. Hurrying to the bus, Riley's teeth were chattering, she'd climb on and take her seat in the far back. Putting her bag next to the wall and using it as a prop before putting in her Air pods, turning up the music and drowning out the environment to become lost within her own realm once more.
 
Being ready and on the bus before Riley, Taylor watched he board and raised an eyebrow at her wardrobe change. Still, he looked away and kept silent when she neared. Perhaps it was a workout thing? Running in the cold is great for the lungs, right? Perhaps she was aiming to jog when she got home.

He caught himself looking at her smooth legs and wondering what it'd be like to shave; not that he grew much body hair to begin with. He could try it... his mother worked 2-11 which gave him plenty of time. He could even try out some makeup... Shaking the thought away, he blushed. 'No! I'm a boy!! ... ... ...but maybe."

Oh! The video! If he didn't find out what the fate was for the video Riley took, he'd be anxious all weekend. He looked over, but she was deep into her seat with her earbuds blasting alt rock. So he decided to do something risky. -He got up then quickly plopped down next to Riley in her seat and tapped her shoulder to grab her attention before immediately bracing for the impact of a punch or other such defense she had ready.
 
Riley hadn't opened up her sketchbook like she normally would have done by this point. Music blaring in her ears and body still frozen from the outside weather, she was focusing on getting warm. Surrendering to the music, Riley hadn't expected anyone to disturb her which is one of the reasons she instantly struck Taylor before her eyes were even open. A balled fit swung fiercely not knowing where or who it was going to land on. Eyes opening as soon as the collision was made. The full force of her strength thrown into the blow deadening Taylor's arm at the connection point. "Oh shit," Riley blurted out sitting up properly while pulling out her earbuds.

There would indeed be a bruise on his arm if he wasn't lucky. "Taylor, what the fuck do you want?" Snapping defensively at him, her eyes looking at the boy's arms where she had hit him, then up to his eyes. "You're lucky I didn't hit you in the jaw as fragile as you are I may have broken it," even though she was speaking harshly to him there was a hint of concern in her voice. "Are you alright?"

The two girls who always set in front of Riley would both turn around, "what is going on back there?" One asked looking at the two of them, "oh, its just bitch boy rallying up Riley," the other added in. They'd laugh but catch a glare from the punk that instantly stopped their giggles and forced them to face the front once more.
 
Taylor held and rubbed his new wound which rendered his arm numb. It was quite the punch, but at least he was expecting something like that; and that is wasn't anything more vital like she said. He was indeed a dainty boy. "S-Sorry..." He said while looking down into his lap. 'Perhaps tossing a letter instead would have been best...' Now he found himself nearly forgetting why he came over here.

Then he looked over to her and leaned in a little, talking quietly. "I just... Well, I-I wanted to to know what you were doing with that video. You're not going to, y'know... share it, right?" He found sustained eye contact with her difficult, but he kept his pleading expression aimed at her face.
 
Seeing that he wasn't hurt too bad, Riley listened to Taylor's question seeing the expression on his soft delicate features she would reply not bothering to keep her voice down since the two gossip whores in front were back to their ear-bleeding pop music. "Well, I am going to download it onto my Macbook, and if you end up pissing me off then I may upload it to punish teens dot com." Adjusting the way she was sitting, Riley moved her bag to the flood pushing it up under her seat with her foot, and let her back leaning against the window. Tucking a foot up under herself to be able to look directly at him, "but that's only if you tick me off." Studying him she wondered if had ever been to a porn site before. "Unless you want me to share it, babe. You know you could totally be a camwhore for money," smugly she'd add in the last part just to tease him.

The bus started its journey pulling out of the bus lot and onto the road. The noise level was elevated with it being a Friday, so there was hardly any chance of their conversation being heard.
 
The boy's cheeks reddened as she mentioned the last part about being a cam whore. "Do you-" He started to ask an embarassing question before realizing what was coming out of his mouth. Stuttering mid-query to halt himself, he instead decided that she'd just pry it out of him anyways and he wasn't a good liar. Bringing his hands together on his lap now, he slowly circled his thumbs around eachother. "...r-really think I could? -Not that I'd want to! I just- uhm..." His big eyes scanned Riley's face "Am I pretty?"

As he asked, his heart fell into his gut. 'What am I doing asking Riley of all people something like that??'
 
"He is so cute when he blushes I just want to rough him up and then protect him," Riley thought as she saw his cheeks redden. His stammered question caught her off guard. Riley would have put money that her statement would have made him clam up. Taylor's actions were absolutely adorable. The way he looked into her eyes as he posed the question nearly caused her to blush. It took the dominating young punk a few seconds which seemed to pass by like minutes to respond to him. "You're adorable Taylor," Riley let it slip and in turn, she put up a defensive wall adding in, "anyone would pay to see you get abused. Hell, I may put that video up and charge people to view it, I could use some extra money." The way her voice softened when she complimented him compared to the stern tone of the following words anyone could tell she was being defensive.
 
Taylor simply continued staring at her after she finished her dialogue. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it most certainly was not what he heard. 'Riley thinks I'm adorable?' With the girl being obviously defensive about it, he wondered if he hit a soft spot by asking and she was now building up a wall.

He had no idea how to react, and so the two sat in silence for a few seconds of awkward stillness. Eventually Taylor let out a nervous chuckle before looking down at his lap once more. "Please don't post it." He had a lot of questions on his mind but was far too shy for even this much interaction, so instead he chose to fall back. "Uhm, have a good weekend." He added before beginning to slide out of the seat to retreat to his own.
 
'I won't...' Riley had meant to say those words out loud but she couldn't she didn't want him to think that she was too much of a wuss to post up the video. During those few seconds, Riley had time to compose herself and build back up some confidence that she had lost monetarily. "Babe," calling out to Taylor she'd reach and touch his arm below where she had struck him, "what's --- um, give me your number." Almost asking instead of demanding Riley caught herself and corrected the words she chose to use. "You don't think you can just ask me if you're cute enough to be a camwhore and not expect me not to want your number," she wasn't sure how the two related but the conversation was already awkward Riley didn't think she needed to explain herself.

"Shit," her stop was coming up, "fuck it," grabbing a pen that was clipped onto the interior of her shoulder bag Riley grabbed Taylor's arm once more. Taking the cap of the gel pen off with her teeth she'd write her digits down on his arm, her handwriting wasn't girly but it wasn't sloppy either. "Text me," Riley stated grabbing her belongings as the bus came to a stop, "I know you live at 85 Water Drive, so don't make me have to stop by." The bus driver called out to her, "yeah I am coming, sheesh." Exiting the bus and walking up to the chain length fence, Riley opened the gate and started down the basic concrete walkway that led to a screened in porch.
 
Taylor watched her as she left and then down to the numbers on his arm when she was out of sight. Was that a flirt..? Or was she expecting a ransom for the video's deletion? He wasn't sure. He certainly didn't expect to get her number and he definitely had no idea what to text her. Despite this he immediately whipped out his phone to add her into his contacts.

When he got home, he of course found himself alone. The urges he felt from earlier about shaving came back to him so he quickly made his way into the restroom. A few hours passed and with a few youtube tutorials under his belt, as well as just a few cuts, Taylor was sitting naked in his bathtub with silky smooth legs. It felt so freeing~ and it gave him the motivation to shave pretty much anything below his neck; which wasn't hardly anything so it didn't take much longer.
He of course didn't have facial hair to worry about.

All the while he kept wondering what to text to Riley. After he got dressed again, he headed to his bed and flopped down to stare at his phone. He didn't know what to say, sure, but he probably shouldn't have her showing up here. Or should he..? No. Deciding against drawing her out, at about 6:00, he finally shot her a text which took him ages to devise.

"Hey. It's Taylor."

That was it. It would take him another few minutes before hitting send.
 
Riley's house was empty as well, her parents were still at work, and she wasn't sure when they would be home as they had both texted her saying they were pulling double shifts. This was typical. Deciding that she needed to eat since she had opted out of getting lunch that day and barely had any breakfast, Riley made herself a gluten-free dairy-free grilled cheese sandwich with a glass of milk and a bowl of tomato soup. Most of the afternoon was spent when her on her Macbook surfing the web and playing Dead by Daylight with Netflix playing on her television in her bedroom. Honestly, she had forgotten about giving her phone number to Taylor since playing as the Trapper and watching the mindless survivers waltz into her beartraps was keeping her mind out of the gutter.

She was on a killing streak, Riley had won every game killing all four survivors every time. Her phone was laying on the bed next to her, "hm?" Leaning over Riley noticed the odd number but the text caught her mind. "Oh, that's right," laughing, she'd finish her game taking another twenty minutes to complete before replying with a devil emoji and the words; Hello my pet. She had an idea but would wait to see how the evening played out. Sitting her phone back down she'd jump into another lobby.
 
Taylor read the text and felt himself blushing. 'Does she really see me in that way..?' The picture of him in the collar flashed before his eyes and his nerves tingled around his body. To help keep himself occupied and out of the gutter he hopped up to go search for some food. He found a note on the kitchen table from his mother saying something about a chef's salad being left in the fridge for him, ready to go.

The simple act of eating and watching Pewdiepie calmed his nerves enough to think up something more. At the very least, this could be seen as a way to soften Riley's aggression towards him. Maybe.

A few minutes later he would send another text.

"So, what're you up to?"

Simple enough, he thought, but an icebreaker all the same.
 
Her phone buzzed again, peeking over she'd see the new name that she added for Taylor; Kitten. A smile crossed her lips but she was in the middle of a heated battle having to deal with two Claudette's in a single game. She was slightly irked but somehow getting a text from Taylor seemed to cheer her up some. Not able to reply right away, Riley finished her game before thinking about replying to him. At this point, her blood pressure was elevated and her Macbook paid the price for the annoying survivors toying with her all game as she slammed it shut. "I hate Claudette's," Riley growled but picking up her phone and her dirty dishes taking them to the sink as she thought carefully on what she was going to respond. Part of her was wanting, no, needing the social interactions but another part of her was scared to accept it.

Leaning against the counter in the kitchen Riley looked up at the time it was almost eight o'clock, "holy crap. Times always flies by when I play that game." Finally sending him a reply she decided to be a little civil, "Playing video games. Bored. You?" It was simple and the fact it was so casual actually bothered her.
 
When his phone rung out its 'Zelda secret tone' notification, Taylor was steeped in a playthrough of the Resident Evil 2 remake, making him jump and nearly pee himself as the phone demanded his attention. He took a deep breath and paused the game to look at his phone.
The offhand nature of the conversation unsettled him deeply, but he was unsure why. It just seemed so unlike Riley to be so domestic.

'Domestic...' The word stuck in his head for a moment to give him a few lascivious ideas. The thought of toying with her back in an unusually bold way grew a sly grin. He was certainly going out on a limb here, and it took him a while to commit, but the he texted out his thought and sent it without
so much as a second thought before returning to his game. Provoking her was dangerous, and he knew that, but he was too horny to care.

"Cool. Same, actually. I also just shaved my legs, so smooth! :D
-For swimming of course! Thinking of joining the swim team.

So... when you call me your 'pet', what exactly do you mean by that? If that's my nickname, I should know precisely why."
 
Riley was currently in the middle of peeing when she received his text. Her phone buzzing and dancing on the sink she was unable to get it as one hand aimed her thickness even flaccid her cock was impressive enough to make most guys envious. The other hand was braced against the wall just a habit she developed from her father potty training her. "Siri read the newest text out loud," commanding the AI she'd listen to the text. Saying the specific command to have the AI text him back she'd send him a text saying;

"I'm sure you think it's for swimming, but I think it's for those cam shows. ;-)"

Avoiding the secondary question she'd have the text message sent, and finished emptying her bladder. Washing her hands, Riley picked up her phone to quickly send another message, "send me a full body pic." Letting that one send out as well Riley took time to add him to her 'Find My Friends' app before going back to her room and opening her Macbook. Getting into a pair of boxers and a loose plain white t-shirt allowing both her boys and her underboobs to be freed Riley set down on her bed.
 
After receiving the texts, Taylor sat in ponderous silence. 'A picture..?' After making up his mind in favor of Riley's request, he stood up and walked to the bathroom. What he couldn't decide on then was exactly how to go about taking the picture. At first he stripped down to his underwear because taking a picture like this with clothes on kinda defeats the purpose, right? But the problem was that he had an erection. Perhaps he could solve that problem with some tape or something but for now he decided to just grant her a shot of his smooth leg from the side. He made sure to get a little bit of the bottom curvature of his butt in the pic too.

"No, it's most certainly for swimming! Perv. & you don't need a full body shot. But here."

He smiled as he sent it. The boy knew what she wanted and he felt zesty in denying her, at least in part. It was like teasing a hungry tiger from outside it's cage. Edging her on was fun~! Maybe he'd be a good cam whore after all...
 
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