Devilot and the New Kid
#3 of Devilot's Slumber
Today is a new day. Devilot rolls around, grabbing onto his beloved domo-pillow. He rests his head against the soft, brown pillow. Opening his eyes, he begins to notice that today seems to be much more vivid than the last. The colors and feelings coming from the apartment are becoming apparent now. He looks around, carefully, to see what differences there are to notice. Looking across the room, he sees his stainless steel fridge, along with the rest of his stainless steel appliances. And then onto the floor, simple light brown tiles. He turns to look at his bed, he smiles when he sees the lineup of bright happy looking plushies. He comes upon a few vibrant, joyous pokemon, and but of course there is a Hello Kitty as well. His pillows are a bright shade of blue, perhaps baby blue, but at least that's what he calls it. Devilot is known to keep a very tidy apartment, but that's not too difficult since it's so small. His apartment just consists of a bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom. Not much space for living, that is why he likes to spend most of his time outside. Today is already a happy day for Devilot.
Devilot realizing there isn't much time left, hurries out the door and off to Garehime. Garehime isn't far from Devilot, so as usual, he decides to walk. Since he always worries about gaining weight, he forces himself to get as much exercise as he can. There's no way he can ruin his perfect femboi figure he adds. Walking down the road, he finally arrives at Garehime.
Garehime, the school that Devilot attends. It isn't the type of mandatory school you go to, but the type that you pay to learn something specific. Similar to a college he supposes. Thousands of students attend, notably, some of the hottest guys from around these parts. Most of the guys at Garehime just enjoy hooking up with each other, however this is not the case for Devilot. He likes to stay ambitious in what he wants to achieve, he feels rather bashful around most of the guys anyways. Until of course he gets cornered, and forced to submit. Devilot plans to spend two more years attending Garehime to become a Japanese translator. It's his one and only true passion.
At the front of Garehime, he walks passed the crowds of people talking. Every so often noticing his cute little rump getting checked out by some of the horn dogs. He walks to the Japanese classroom, blushing and keeping his head down. Entering the classroom, he walks over to the third row, and then back five desks to where he takes a seat. On the dirty brown desk he sees a spider and quickly jumps up, scared out of his mind. ‘Bug! There's a spider on my desk' he says, holding his paws up to his muzzle. ‘Someone please get it!' he screams, as a cute husky jock comes by , picking up the spider and letting it outside. ‘How could you even touch that? It's so gross' he says, slowly bringing his paws back down from his muzzle. The jock smirks and heads back to his desk. ‘Who was this new jock?' He wonders, this is the first time he has noticed the cute jock boy.
The bell resonates it's final ring for all the kids to come to class and the classroom door shuts close. The teacher begins to talk, but Devilot can't help himself glancing over at the jock. The type of stare that's almost like a daydream. He soon comes back to reality, only to see that the jock is looking back at him! He quickly shifts his head in the other direction, trying to play it innocent. Trying to keep his vision concentrated on the old vintage windows to stop himself from blushing too much. He glances back over, thankfully with the jock no longer paying attention. He sighs to himself, ‘that was a close one'.
An hour or so later, the school bell rings and people begin to pack up to leave. He sticks his binder in his desk, and heads out the door as well. As he walks out into the hallway, he feels his hand being pulled. ‘Who could this be' he wonders, letting himself get tugged down the hallway and into the locker room. The stranger looks back at him, it's the jock from earlier!
‘Why did you bring me here?' he asks curiously. The cute jock grins, replying ‘Do you want me to tell you, or show you?' Devilot just smiles and winks, ‘Can I know your name at least first?' The jock picks Devilot up with his big strong hands, slamming him down on his back on one of the locker benches. He squirms and whimpers getting man handled, ‘uhn...' The jock stares down at him for a second, getting turned on by his reaction. He lifts up Devilot's legs, proportioning himself, so his cock slips right into the cute and exposed tailhole. Devilot screams as his tailhole gets a cock shoved into it. The jock leans down on top of him, listening to Devilot now breathing heavily. Purposely, the Jock begins giving very strong, infrequent thrusts into Devilot. Keeping paying attention to Devilot screamning, getting his tailhole abused. Devilot reaches his arms around the jock, holding onto him. While he gets thrusted into he rests his head back, trying to relax his sore tailhole. Hurting even more now as the jock is about to cum inside of him, ‘Ergh'. The jocks seed spilling into him.
Devilot rests back, entirely pleasured. Although his breathing is pacing quickly, it is slowly calming down. Settings his legs up, the over abundance of cum spills out of him. He looks up only to see the Jock raising his curled up fists at Devilot. Before being able to say a word, the Jock holds him down with one arm and begins to beat him with the other. Unsure what is happening, he takes the beatings, thinking that it will stop. After a few more he understands that the relentless punches won't stop. He tries to pull himself up but the Jock is overwhelmingly too strong for him. ‘You deserve this' the Jock exclaims. Devilot cries and whimpers, feeling his chest caving in on itself. And even furthermore he feels it beginning to get difficult to breathe. Turning his head to the side, he coughs up a few thick drops of blood. As the punches continue, Devilot feels himself going into shock. The pressure in his chest is building up, making it impossible to breathe. He panics, pushing as hard as he can to get away. The jock finally gets up off of him, and leaves. Looking down at the floor, Devilot involuntarily slides down onto the ground. He doesn't understand what to do now, but he knows time is running out. Too weak to get up, his lungs fill with blood. He does what he can to relax himself, letting his passing be silent and peaceful.