Without a word, he tucks you into his front pocket. He stuffs his hand over it, just to make sure that you don't go anywhere. The rest remains a blur, as you are consumed by the darkness of his pocket and the warmth coming from his body. But all that changes. Suddenly, he pulls you out. You are blinded by the lights, and deafened by the loud noises. Once your eyesight and hearing return, you find yourself in a bad circumstance.
"Check this out guys! I found this little faggot in the principal's office!"
You are approached by three enormous jocks. One of them, the school's football quarterback, chuckles. "Wow, that's one little faggot. My cock's bigger than him!"
"Looks really puny," says another, built like a wrestler. "I bet I can crush him in my elbow."
"We'll each have some fun with him," says Clay. "This is gonna be awesome."
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