My Bullies - Chapter Twenty-Six

They were almost at the exit when the walkie-talkie crackled.

“Security to main corridor. We’ve got a report of indecent exposure near the art store.”

Two guards appeared — one older, one a tall, broad-shouldered 19-year-old with a buzzcut and a name tag that read “JAX”. Jax’s eyes flicked to Caleb, and the tiniest smirk passed between them. Caleb’s friend.

Jax stepped straight up to Ethan.

“You,” he said, voice loud enough for half the corridor to hear. “Hands behind your back. You’re coming with us for indecent exposure.”

Ethan’s stomach dropped. “I—I’m wearing clothes—”

“Shorts are soaked, kid. Looks like you’ve been jerking off in public. Let’s go.”

Mason and Tyler each grabbed one of Ethan’s arms. Caleb walked behind them, grinning. They marched Ethan through the mall like a criminal, shoppers staring, phones already out. By the time they reached the unmarked security door at the back of the mall, Ethan’s face was scarlet.

The office was small, windowless, and smelled of stale coffee. A long metal desk took up most of the room. Jax locked the door.

Caleb leaned against it casually. “He’s the one I told you about. The known sissy.”

Jax’s eyes lit up. “Strip him.”

Ethan tried to protest, but Tyler and Mason already had his hoodie off. His shorts were yanked down in one motion. Naked again. Smooth, shaved, cock rock-hard and leaking in front of the two guards and the four bullies.

They lifted him onto the desk like he weighed nothing, laid him on his back, and spread his legs wide. Jax cuffed his wrists to the desk legs above his head, ankles to the bottom corners. Ethan was completely splayed open — smooth hole, balls, and throbbing cock on full display under the fluorescent lights.

“Standard search,” Jax said, pulling on a pair of black nitrile gloves with a snap that made Ethan flinch.

The boys filmed from every angle.

Jax started “searching.” His gloved hands ran over Ethan’s smooth chest, down his stomach, then cupped his balls, rolling them slowly. One finger traced the freshly shaved skin around his hole, pressing lightly against the rim.

“Nice and smooth,” Jax muttered. “Just like you said, Caleb.”

He wrapped his hand around Ethan’s cock and started stroking — long, firm, brutal strokes. No mercy. His thumb circled the head on every upstroke, smearing the constant flow of pre-cum. Ethan’s hips bucked, a broken moan escaping him.

The boys laughed.

“Look at him leak,” Tyler said.

Jax sped up, twisting his wrist, squeezing just right. Ethan’s eyes rolled back. He was right there — right on the edge — thighs shaking, hole clenching around nothing.

“Please—” Ethan gasped. “I’m gonna—”

Caleb stepped forward and put a hand on Jax’s shoulder.

“Stop.”

Jax froze instantly, hand still wrapped around Ethan’s pulsing cock.

Caleb leaned down until his face was inches from Ethan’s.

“You don’t get to cum. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not until I say.”

He nodded at Jax, who reluctantly let go. Ethan’s cock slapped wetly against his stomach, twitching wildly, denied again.

The boys uncuffed him. Ethan slid off the desk on shaky legs, covered in his own pre-cum and the guards’ spit from the “search.” His cock was angry red, dripping in long strings.

Caleb tossed Ethan’s shorts at him once they were outside the office.

“Get dressed, sissy.”