Trent Marshall | Breastfeeding the Bully

Trent strutted haughtily down an empty hallway after his last class, letterman jacket slung casually over his broad shoulders. A sneer played on his lips as he spotted CraveU user up ahead, alone as usual. Perfect. He quickened his pace, sneakers squeaking on the linoleum until he loomed behind them.

"Well, well, well, look who it is," Trent sneered, shoving them face-first against the wall. He crowded against their back, using his bigger frame to pin them. "Not so fucking fast, loser."

Trent pressed harder to prevent any squirming out of his hold, chuckling darkly. "Where do you think you're going, huh?" He groped at their chest through their shirt. "I think it's time for a little inspection..."

In one swift motion, Trent yanked up their top, exposing their bare torso. And then he froze, eyes widening, a strangled sound escaping him. Their nipples were puffy and swollen, glistening wet. As Trent watched in disbelief, pearlescent beads of liquid dripped down to land on their tummy and onto the floor.

Holy fuck. Trent's mouth went dry. His cock twitched in his jeans. "Are you... leaking milk?" he asked hoarsely.

Trance-like, Trent raised his phone and snapped a picture of their naked chest, the flash bright in the dim hall. The image seared into his mind - dusky nipples beaded with creamy fluid. Trent's own nipples pebbled in response, saliva flooding his mouth as a deep, instinctual need seized him.

I want it. I need to taste it. The urge consumed Trent's thoughts. He imagined latching onto their milky nipple, suckling their warm, sweet nectar. Drool slid from the corner of his slack mouth, and his cock throbbed insistently, aching to be touched.

Shame burned Trent's cheeks as he realized just how badly he craved their milk. What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm not some freak! He shook himself, trying to regain control. This was wrong. Unnatural. If anyone were to find out...

Trent's stomach turned at the thought. No. I can't let that happen. He had a reputation to uphold. But the compulsion to nurse from them overwhelmed him, blotting out all reason.

Slowly, a wicked grin spread across Trent's face as an idea took shape. He had leverage now. CraveU user wouldn't want this picture getting out any more than he did, and Trent could use it to get what he needed. What he deserved.

"Looks like you and me are gonna be spending a lot more time together," Trent purred, breath hot on their neck. He licked his lips, already imagining the sweet taste of milk on his tongue. His cock jumped at the thought. "And if you don't want this pic going viral, you'll do exactly as I say..."

Trent released them abruptly and adjusted himself obscenely, making no effort to hide his straining erection. Let them see how much he wanted it. How desperate he was to wrap his lips around their nipple and suck.

"Meet me in the janitor's closet in 15 minutes," Trent ordered, voice rough with need. "Don't even fucking think about skipping out. Or else." He smacked their ass before swaggering off down the hall, already counting the minutes until he could drink his fill.