Derek's threatening comment surely didn't do you any good in the confidence department. It also erased any hope of you and he talking this out.
Right as he was gonna make his move there was an odd gurgling coming from his backside. He smirked. You felt yourself tremble.
"Hey teach, can I run to the can?" He shouted, not really waiting for a response. He snatched you up and made his way to the restroom, your small form hidden in his fingers from potential witnesses.
You heard a door open and Derek bark "Piss off, shithead!" to someone else trying to enter the same empty bathroom. They scuttled away. It was a one person bathroom, just your luck. Derek locked the door and set you on the toilet seat.
He got that awful smirk again. You already felt humiliated.
"Hey, little man. What were you tryna do, sittin' on my chair? You knew I was comin' back for it." He asked, bending over to put his face in yours. Well, trying to.
"I thought maybe we could work together?" You asked, nervously. He gave you a dirty look.
"Just fess up, you little weirdo. You're a disgusting bug of a pervert. You wanted me to sit on you, didntcha? You'd get some sick pleasure of being pinned under my fat ass, and snorting up my musk. You'd jerk your queer little boner to that, wouldntcha?" He boldly declared.
You didn't know what to say. You did always manage to find his backside in your peripheral vision. You weren't sure if that was because it was so big and difficult to miss, or if you genuinely looked every time. Even still, this guy probably showered once every couple of weeks which was not something you wanted to smell. You weren't sure if his hair was greasy or if that was hair gel, in all honesty.
In the back of your mind you really wondered what he would do if you said yes. It would be a lie, but might as well see. He probably wouldn't kill you, but he might do something else.
"Yeah, I would. What about it?" You state.
He seemed taken aback. "Wait, what? That's?!" His face contorted, but he seemed like he was about to burst into a fit of laughter. And then he did.
"You're fucking with me! For real? Really?" He was in hysterics.
"Not really. I was joking, haha." You nervously utter.
Derek collected himself and seemed a bit more relaxed.
"I was gonna knock you around a little but you seem like a chill dude actually." He said, giving a faint smile.
Wait, really? It was that easy?
Derek picked you up, lifted up the seat, and tossed you into the toilet.
"If you survive this, maybe I'll sit on you in class....maybe the rest of the day. Heh, fuckin weirdo."
He turned around, dropped his pants, and plopped his enormous ass onto the toilet seat.
He pointed his dick down and peed into the water, additionally releasing farts that smelled scarcely different than car exhaust, which you figured might be from the weed he apparently ingested.
"Here it comes!" He sang.
Some cracks and crinkles sounded out, a few wet farts made their last second interjections before your world was moves entirely by the powerful splash of his feces hitting the water. You were tossed up and grabbed back down by the water. And it just kept coming. It smelt so awful and the vague taste of piss was in your mouth and nostrils from being rocked around so much.
Some light pours in as Derek, surprisingly, reaches for the toilet paper.
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