Helpless

On the other hand, Jones was now certain he had fallen for Adrien, the way he made him act and appealed to him, he wanted to dominate him so bad, and watch those eyes pleading for him all the time, the man found a new thing he wanted, a rare occurrence when you seem to own everything already.

Adrien was in fact far from freed of his worries, much deeper in the hole than he could imagine.

Time passes, the bell rings, the class is over, and so was the school day. Adrien is still on the rooftop, he is sat there finishing the drawing of Jones, his temporary hero, and contemplating it in its full glory, mesmerized by his own drawing, he had thought countless times how it would have felt to have such a body, to be respected by others.

He remembered how close he had been to it, and how strong his grip had been, the feeling of helplessness and exposure towards Jones, he became infatuated, he liked that feeling of being defenseless, overtaken by Jones. He started getting hard with a small bulge appearing in his jeans, he caresses it gently while moaning softly.

He looks at his towel brought by the popular male, and he notices a weird big white stain on it, he examines it for a few seconds before realizing what it was. Adrien became curious, he smelled it slightly, it had a weird strong smell that he didn't particularly dislike, he just couldn't believe the size of the load, what kind of beast could produce that much semen, compared to that his were usually translucent and in small quantity.

Then he realized why Jones had treated him so nicely, he actually felt attracted to him, his heart started pounding, while his face blushed, he was completely helpless.

At home, sheltered in his room, surrounded by a vast collection of paintings and art hanging on the walls, Adrien sat at his desk, he was looking at the drawing, reliving in his head the event at the showers, he imagined how the towel he was now holding was used by Jones as his cum rag, he took another deep whiff while touching himself at the same time.

Part of him really wished he had complied with what Jones had ordered in the showers, of course that would imply he had to embrace the part of him that he hates the most, his so called girly side by others.

Adrien reflected, he didn't want to become what he most hated, he strived to have a body like Jones, he wanted to be seen as a real man rather than a kid.

Jones made him feel otherwise tho, he felt accepted by him, he didn't feel the disgust in his eyes, he felt like he could be his true self in a very long time in front of him.

Adrien began undressing, taking his pants and underpants off, until he was fully naked, revealing his small erect 3 inch dick, pink perked nipples, and round peach, then looking at the drawing he got on his knees, while stroking himself, he remembers the words Jones spoke

"Come on sissy boy, get on your knees, give me a kiss on the tip and say sorry like a good girl."

He kisses a mirror lovingly, imagining it was the real thing, he then says sorry obediently while looking at the drawing, after playing with himself for a few minutes he cums into the towel a tiny load of transparent liquid, moaning softly.

His pleasure is interrupted with a notification sound of his phone, it was from Jones

"Hey girl, any chance we get to hangout this weekend?"

Adrien doesn't know what to reply at first, yes he was thirsting for Jones, but he wasn't comfortable going out with a guy he barely knew, more over Jones was known for his crazy stunts. Before he could even answer, he received another message

"If interested, meet me Saturday at 5 in front of the arcade."

Adrien didn't reply, he was way too afraid to commit.

Days went by.

Despite the messages, Jones kept ignoring Adrien around school, other than that, the name calling that had become a daily thing, was now completely gone. This was certainly due to the way Jones had treated him before in front of the class.

Adriens dreaded day arrived, and he still hadn't decided, was he really to go on a date with Jones? The most dangerous and the most powerful student on his school.

His mind was telling him not to, but his body wanted to be near Jones, one hour left, contemplating his drawing, and he took the chance.