Better Than Nothing

Nigel tried to resist, but there was no point. Ron was too strong - and the more Nigel tried to resist the more Ron seemed to be enjoying himself. Shoving a half naked Nigel into a darkened classroom - Ron began to make his advance. He stared at Nigel’s trembling body, trousers round his ankles, his woolly jumper a size too big - and his face as white as a ghost. He kept on whispering the same words “Please don’t. Please don’t. I can’t. I’ll get hurt. Don’t hurt me…” Ron however was over powered by his own emotions - he knew he had control, he knew he could do whatever he wanted with this boy, and no one would find out. “Nigel, I promise I’ll be nice. I won’t hurt you. We’re mates, we had a deal…remember?” Nigel nodded. “there’s a good boy, just relax - this will be fun.” Ron’s words did nothing for Nigel’s nerves - still shaking. Ron was now standing where Nigel was, wrapping his arms around the small boy, hugging him into a false sense of security. Ron started to stroke Nigel’s sandy blonde locks, taking in the smell of him. He was clean, as if he was scared not to be. “Don’t make a sound, if you do Harry will find out…do you want him too find out?” Nigel shook his head furiously. He hated that was going to happen might hurt, anger, or upset Harry…but it was the only way he could closer to him. All he wanted was to be in Harry’s inner circle or friends, and he would do anything to get there. Even this. Ron forced Nigel towards the nearest table, he eased his hand up Nigel’s back, in order to ease him in to position. Ron now had Nigel exactly how he wanted him, bent over. Ron then covered Nigel with his body, releasing the boy from his jumper - throwing it on the ground. Nigel shivered. The only remaining garments he had on was his boxers, socks and shoes - not forgetting the trousers that were still around his ankles. Ron’s hands then moved down from his back, past his perk bum, stroking his legs and finally reaching his shoes, he began to untie them - removing them, his socks and the trousers. The only sound that could be heard was the deep breaths of the two boys, one scared, one excited. Ron sniffed the boys boxers before taking them off completely. He was now faced with a completely perfect, young arse - virtually hairless, and tense. Ron’s 7” dick, a small amount of ginger hair sprouting above it, was throbbing for action. He inserted two fingers into Nigel’s tight hole - they both groaned. Nigel had never felt something like this before, and he didn’t think he enjoyed it. Another of Ron’s fingers was inserted, making Nigel yell, because of this Ron angrily thrust his finger in and out of Nigel twice before grabbing his member and edging it in. Ron loved Nigel’s screams - the corridor was empty, no one would walk past and hear them he thought. Nigel was helpless in Ron’s power.