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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Aizawa_Shouta_|_Eraserhead/Bakugou_Katsuki
  Character:
      Aizawa_Shouta_|_Eraserhead, Bakugou_Katsuki, Midoriya_Izuku, Nezu
  Additional Tags:
      Bondage, Watersports, Belly_Kink, Choking, Punching, Wetting, Vomiting,
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Blood, Face_Slapping, Biting, Non-Consensual
      Bondage
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-26 Words: 7000
****** An Obsession That Binds ******
by livid_no_more
Summary
     A devious and violent plan brews inside Aizawa over Bakugou.
Notes
     I did this fic alongside my first Enji/Shouto one. It's very
     indulgent and far more violent but nonetheless I'm happy with it.
     Enjoy!
It was bound to happen one day. Aizawa has had these feelings for quite some
time. He didn’t consider himself a “bad person” per se but he did have some
darker desires, for instance he found binding people to be incredibly exciting,
however he only practiced such things on himself in seclusion. He enjoyed the
rush of it, the helplessness he would endure and would even partake in some
pain exercises to see how far he could push it. These were all practically
innocent, never wrapping, binding or inflicting pain on anyone else. He tried
to tell himself nobody was deserving of such things or the even worse things he
could imagine could be inflicted on the human body, but that thought was there,
always lingering. Even if he was upfront about it and actively searched for a
partner, nobody would ever fit his specific desire. Nobody would be deserving
what he could do. Then he met one certain student.
Katsuki Bakugou was a foul mouthed, short tempered twerp. In his interactions
with the other students of Class 1A he was confrontational and insulting.
Aizawa would watch these actions and often attempt nothing more than to shrug
them off, trying to settle down the loud mouth when when it felt professionally
appropriate.
At first he was willing to accept the young man’s behavior as being just that,
the bad behavior of a young man, never fearing that these habits would lead to
anything worse like villainy. He tried to not think too much about that. He
preferred to have the antics of this little nuisance intrude his mind as little
as possible. The way he saw it, they should only exist when he was physically
in the presence of him. Bakugou didn’t need any special treatment or
consideration. He would turn out fine.
It was an unshakeable rumbling in his gut. What if all these antics were
actually sowing some seeds of villainy? Even if they would come out as just
minor outbursts, albeit common ones, he couldn’t shake them from his memory and
how they made him feel. They might seem minor to someone less intuitive but
Aizawa saw these tiny seeds had far greater potential if left unchecked. He
would need to be disciplined and not in any ordinary fashion. No. Bakugou did
need special treatment. His special treatment.
This obsession wasn’t normal. He shouldn’t be getting this interested in one of
his pupils. Sure Aizawa was known to be a no nonsense type of teacher, but was
the threat of one child possibly turning worth amplifying this to such an
extreme? He was scared of the thoughts ruminating through his mind It wasn’t
just some pretentious duty he thought he was supposed to have. He felt stronger
about it than that, something something for Bakugou. He tried not to think
about it.
Aizawa had a very specific, severe urge when Bakugou would pop into his head,
an occurrence becoming commonplace for him now, even outside of school. He felt
a disgust with him. His attitude, his look, it all made Aizawa sick. His
original outlook of a more passive approach, trying not to stir him up too
much, was quickly being replaced by newer thoughts. Darker thoughts. He wanted
to tie him up, to abuse him, to make him cry out in pain and embarrassment. He
needed to crush any possible trace of this boorish personality he fostered
before it can become a real problem. It would need to be brutal and mean. It
needs to be something that will stick. That will break him. He needed this.
It’s the only way.
Aizawa was lucky, Bakugou offered plenty of opportunities for him to set a plan
into motion. A plan that would involve the two of them alone. All he needed was
one incident. Then he could pull together something solid, something where
they’re isolated together. Nobody around to hear any screams. He knew how how
to push his buttons from his experience around him, seeing him get so angry in
class. Him being a teacher, someone who he wouldn't expect to attack him in
such a way would be too much for him to handle. Setting him up was easy.
However Aizawa quickly started realizing how difficult it would be to keep
someone like Bakugou entrapped for long. He could be bound easily once he’s not
able to explode out his hands but Aizawa would need to keep his eyes open and
focused on him, one tiny mistake and it’s over. His goggles would help but
would they give him enough time to fully break him? He knew he could convince
Nezu, U.A.’s principal, to lend him quirk restrainers, a new device at their
disposal that was to be used in severe disciplinary matters.
He would also have to keep him somewhere cool as a protective measure from his
nitroglycerin infused sweat hitting his palms at the very least in the event
they failed. Ground Beta would be the place to go, he already had his own
personal design project situated there, nestled away on its own, a luxury he
was granted from his years as teacher. In it was the look of normal interior
but below laid a small soundproof room that he normally used for when he would
experiment with his bondage obsession, a room that will get its first guest. It
all was perfect. His plan was ready and so was he.
 
Bakugou isn't expecting someone to call his name out when he leaves the house
for school in the morning.
“Hey, Bakugou”
He looks around not sure who he's expecting until his eyes land on his teacher.
Shota Aizawa.
He hesitates for a second, confusion setting in as to why his teacher has felt
the need to stop by so damn early practically right outside his doorstep.
Snapping out out it he finally responds, with vigor.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
That bad attitude. Aizawa loves it. He brushes it off and approaches the
student.
“I just want you to know, Bakugou, I'm not going to stand for your antics
anymore. I have plans set in place if you ever slip up.”
“Plans?” Bakugou is completely baffled by this idea. “What the fuck are you
talking about?”
Aizawa does nothing but stare at him. Bakugou is thoroughly disturbed. What
disturbs him even more is when Aizawa lifts his hand up and places it on the
boys shoulder. Before Bakugou knows what's happening he swats the hand away
from his shoulder. He backs away a step before puffing his chest out.
“Did I say you can fucking touch me?” Baku screams out not happy at all with
Aizawa putting a hand on him. He continues “If you weren't my teacher I'd-”
“You'd what?” Aizawa interjects, interrupting Baku’s tirade.
Baku is red faced and he is biting his lip, blood starting to show. His fists
are clenched and the look on his eyes are of pure anger, being attacked like
this isn’t something he’s used to. He knows what some of his classmates think
of him but he wasn't expecting a teacher to go after him outside of school at
his own home. He's on the verge of doing something he'll regret.
Aizawa is enjoying the sight of Bakugou right now, his anger, his frustration.
It's a good start but he needs him to go farther. He needs for Bakugou to give
him an excuse. That's when Aizawa adds some fuel to the fire.
“What would your friends think of you looking like this? Screaming and acting
even more like a brat than usual? Do you even have friends? Someone like you,
so aggressive, so unlikeable. It's a wonder how someone so nice like Midoriya
can bother with someone so awful as you.”
The moment he mentions Deku, Bakugou is already in mid swing. He socks Aizawa
directly in the face, hitting him square in the jaw. He doesn't fall but he's
stunned. He was lucky he was suppressing Bakugou’s quirk otherwise the damage
would have been far worse. Either way, the trap worked. Bakugou couldn't help
himself and all Aizawa can do is touch the point of impact and smile.
Bakugou runs off to school, ignoring any pleasantries thrown his way by the
likes of Kirishima or Deku. He sits down at his desk and when Aizawa doesn't
show up, he knows what's about to happen. The expected calling to the
principal's office occurs. He stands up, kicking his chair back, ignoring the
rest of the class who are now whispering and cracking jokes at his expense. He
walks out the classroom and heads for his punishment.
The walk is long but he appreciates the silence he's gifted by the hallway. He
arrives to the office. The secretary tells him to go through the door ahead. He
opens it up and sees the schools principal, Nezu, seated at his desk and seated
across from him, Aizawa.
Nezu’s demeanor is serious. He knows what transpired earlier today. Bakugou
takes a seat and the principal starts his speech.
“Young Man, we here at U.A. take great pride in our students. We take great
pride in our teachers as well. So when I hear news about how a teacher was
physically assaulted I must admit, I'm at a loss for words.”
Bakugou is settled in his chair by now, he's trying to look calm but the mere
presence of Aizawa is driving him wild with fury.
“Now” the principal continues “I have been told the series of events by Mr.
Aizawa over there and while I absolutely trust his word, I would not be a
proper educator if I didn't also trust my pupils. So tell me young Bakugou,
what happened this morning?”
Bakugou says nothing for a moment. He glances at Aizawa who also is sitting in
silence. He turns to the principal and with a smile he says.
“I punched the fucker in the face.”
Nezu let's out a deep sigh and puts his paws firmly on his desk. With a deeper
tone he speaks again.
“Young man I want you expelled. I want you out of my school away from my
students and my teachers.”
Bakugou doesn't react to this. Still enjoying the memory of punching Aizawa,
hoping to soon get another such chance.
“However” he continues with a soft sigh “Mr. Aizawa believes you are worth
saving. That through proper punishment you can not only learn your lesson but
become a better student. A better person.”
Bakugou once again is out of the loop, he wonders if this was the plan Aizawa
mentioned during their encounter. He speaks again.
“What type of punishment? What is this freak planning to do with me?”
Nezu sighs once more, he is quickly growing tired of the boy.
“It's very simple young man, Mr. Aizawa wants you to join him tomorrow morning
at Ground Beta. He has assured me that the curriculum he will administrate is
incredibly efficient but it will involve a less than typical environment.”
Bakugou pauses for a moment, processing the information, running through
various situations he thinks are possible but possibly more important to him,
remembering what day of the week it is.
“Tomorrow's Saturday. Are you telling me I have to waste my whole fucking
Saturday being babysat by that asshole?”
“My, my what a dirty mouth you have.”
Bakugou turns to Aizawa who has just spoken his first words of the meeting.
“My sentiments exactly!” Mr Principal chimes in.
“Un-fucking-believable.” Bakugou thinks to himself. This is like an elaborate
prank being played on him but he knows better than that, he knows how serious
this actually is.
“You can either go to the facility tomorrow” Nezu continues “or you will not
only face expulsion from U.A. high but a criminal charge for assault. I will
not take this lightly.”
Bakugou slumps back in his chair and sighs.
Aizawa can't help but let out small chuckle.
“Alright” Bakugou says “I guess I'll see you tomorrow morning.”
“You're making a wise decision!” the principal says, now standing up, his tone
and demeanor now brighter with the intensity of the room now evaporated. “Mr
Aizawa might seem rough around the edges but he knows what he's doing! I'm sure
by tomorrow afternoon you two will have hashed everything out and this whole
mess will be a distant memory.”
Bakugou stands up and heads for the door but before he can leave Aizawa says
one more thing to him.
“Don't be late. I don't like it when my students are tardy.”
Bakugou leaves the room, slamming the door shut.
 
Bakugou arrives at Ground Beta wearing a white shirt and white shorts. He's not
sure what exactly is about the happen but whatever does he wants to be cool and
comfortable. He explores a bit, initially unsure of where he's supposed to go
but then he sees Aizawa come out of one of the buildings littering the area who
then beckons him over. He heads inside, hesitating for a moment but thinking
it's better just to get this over with.
The interior doesn't look like any of the others he's seen before. There's a
more retro look about it. It's reminiscent of rooms from bad american movies
from the 80s he's seen replayed on TV. It's tacky and looks like a bad art
project.
“Do you like it? Aizawa starts “This is a personal project I've put together,
it's been in the making for awhile. I like to use this place to unwind.”
Bakugou scoffs
“So you're not only a shitty teacher but a shitty home decorator too? Quite the
combination.”
Aizawa ignores his insult and continues.
“You see Bakugou, I consider myself the type of person who, when I set my eyes
on something, I have to see it through. Be it a personal project like this that
I use to relax with or with something more serious.”
He reaches into a duffle bag laying on the ground and pulls out a jug of water.
It's okay one gallon container and it's full. He throws it over to Bakugou who
instinctively catches it.
” Drink.” he says.
“Uhh, I'm not thirsty.” he is still not sure of anything going on.
“Believe me, it'll be much easier if you are properly hydrated for what I have
planned this morning.”
Bakugou doesn't argue it. He wants this over and done with.
It starts easy enough, it's just water after all. It’s lukewarm and tastes
completely normal. It flows through his throat down to his stomach, rising with
each gulp, sloshing around him. Aizawa is closely watching him during this.
He's observing his throat, each time he sucks down water it bulges and bulges.
He looks at his mouth. His lips wrapped around the cap of the bottle. They're
thick and soft, he can't help but notice the way he slightly puckers them with
each sip he makes.
Bakugou interrupts this with some gasps for air. He's halfway through now.
Aizawa gives the boy a look and he doesn’t say anything. Bakugou isn't looking
for an argument over some drinking water, so he presses the jug back to his
mouth continues. He's close to finished when he notices how bloated he is
becoming. His gut is protruding out now and the bottom is semi visible, his
shirt riding up slightly. He feels like there is a rock in his stomach and that
he might cramp up at any moment. Aizawa's, trying his best to not let Bakugou
see his eyes as they examine his growing belly, it's calling for him and he's
thrilled over how big it is now, an unexpected treat.
Bakugou finishes the jug and drops it on the floor. He puts his head back and
lets out a groan. He lifts his shirt up and begins rubbing his belly, trying to
ease his water bloat as best he can. The sight of Bakugou rubbing his new
chubby stomach with both hands, groaning over and over is a lot to deal with
for Aizawa. He watches for a moment before walks over to Bakugou and lays one
hand on his new stomach. He couldn't help himself
“My my, quite the chub, eh? Don't worry, I'm it'll go down soon enough” Aizawa
says this in a way for Bakugou to take mockingly but he is quite appreciative
of it. He thinks Bakugou looks good even with a bigger stomach. He fantasizes
once more, this time about his belly, he tries to enjoy it as much as he can
before he's interrupted again.
“What did I say about touching me?” Bakugou barks at him softly, still dealing
some pain from the bloating.
“Ok, ok.”. Aizawa replies, his hands up in the air as he backs off. He then
heads towards the duffle bag on the ground and sifts through it.
After a few moments he throws a pair of steel bracelets to Bakugou.
“Here, put these on.”
“What the hell are these?” Bakugou responds, still a bit off from the water
sitting in his gut, now feeling better.
“They're quirk disablers made specifically for people like you who can't
control themselves. This way I don't have to keep my eyes on you all the time.”
Bakugou laughs “How fucking lame are you? Some fucking hero, having to rely on
cheats.”
Deep down Bakugou is actually relieved by this, he's hoping the bracelets,
while a hindrance to what he can do, will offer him more freedom from Aizawa.
He puts them on without hesitation, thinking he'll be granted more freedom
today.
“Give me a break, it's Saturday. I wanna enjoy myself.” Aizawa gets very tense
sounding with that last utterance.
Bakugou doesn't understand what he means by that last part and is uneased by
the tone in which he said it.
“What do you mean ‘enjoy yourself’?”
Immediately the room turns dark and all Bakugou can sense is a feeling of
impending doom. Then the squeezing happens, he’s being tightened up by
something he can only assume is a rope. A strike to his head is felt and he
falls over on the ground. He passes out. Now class can begin.
 
When Bakugou wakes up he's tied to a chair by wraps he's very familiar with.
They belong to Aizawa, on his wrists the quirk disabelers remain. The room is
different now, it's metallic, cold and empty with a single door.
“What the fuck?” he says, still groggy from the blow to the head.
He looks around the best he can but he neck is tied up in such a way that he
can't do much with it. He starts struggling in his chair, trying to find a way
to escape when he sees the door open. Aizawa enters the room, his hands by his
side he begins talking at Bakugou.
“This my more private project, where I really go to unwind. the other room is
more of a front really.” It's hard for him not to notice the grunting and
shaking Bakugou is doing in his chair, trying to break free. “Calm down. We
haven't even started yet and you're already squirming.” Aizawa is slowly
circling around Bakugou examining his bondage work, how tightly his flesh is
pulled together from his wraps.
“I'm not going to calm down until you tell me what the fuck is going on!”
Bakugou is fuming, his teeth are clenched and he's growling out like a dog.
“What did I say about that mouth of yours?” Aizawa says with deadpan, still
circling the boy. “If you have another outburst like that I'm going to have to
punish you for it.”
Bakugou sits quiet for a moment. He waits for Aizawa to stop in front of him
and begin opening his mouth so he can cut him off immediately.
“Eat shit and die you fucking loser.”
All Aizawa can do is sigh “Tsk. Don't say I didn't warn you.”
He is standing directly in front of Bakugou, looking down directly in his eyes.
“I don't want to do this Bakugou. Apologize and we can start over, this doesn't
have to be so extreme.”
Bakugou leans in to Aizawa and spits at him.
“Eat. Shit. And. Die.”
Aizawa doesn't wipe the spit off, instead he lets it sit there. He is very
happy with how things are turning out. Bakugou may be a wild card but he is
still ultimately predictable. He puts his hands through his own jet black hair
and finally unleashes his first strike.
The slap is fast and loud. His cheek is stinging from it, a feeling of numbness
followed by a sharp pain. Bakugou is looking down now, trying to process what's
happening He's in total disbelief. Aizawa follows it up with a pair of slaps,
both harder than the one that came before it. His first slap hits the same
cheek again, causing it to sting even worse and his second is higher,
practically hitting his eye and causing him to see spots in it Now Bakugou
speaks up, very upset.
“I'm going to fucking kill you!”
Aizawa settles him down with numerous slaps, harder and faster. He is
assaulting his whole face, both cheeks are red with some small marks of blood
noticeable, his temple is getting hit as well causing Bakugou to feel like he's
having an anyerseum. He keeps it up until he sees something wet flying from
Bakugou’s face. Tears. Now he stops.
Bakugou's face is laiden with red hand marks and specks of blood, his eyes are
watering and his whole body is quivering in pain. He starts whimpering and
breathing hard. Aizawa takes some tears off his face and licks them. They're
delicious. He commences the slapping once more. He wants these to leave a mark.
Not just physical but emotional as well. He needs to start strong here, he
needs to teach him that he isn’t playing around. Once his face is covered in
bruises on top of the other damage he's dealt Aizawa stops. Tears are falling
down his red, marked up cheeks and his body shaking like a wet dog. He gives
the boy a chance to speak
“Why are you doing this to me?” he says through tears, pathetically with a hint
of anger still lingering, wanting to explode but still dealing with the pain
that he can't overcome.
Aizawa sits on the floor in front of him and starts to talk.
“I'm doing this because I'm a good teacher.”
“Some fucking teacher, you're beating me while I'm tied up you fucking
asshole!”. Bakugou's anger manifesting itself again. Those slaps hurt but he’s
still hanging on.
“I'd really appreciate it if you didn't interrupt me”. Aizawa says back “I'm a
good teacher who cares about what happens to my students once they leave my
care. When they become heroes I want them to be ready and Bakugou, you aren't
ready. You're a liability. You will end up far more trouble than you're worth.”
Aizawa stands back up.
“You lack the proper etiquette of a hero. Your free willed nature wouldn't be
an issue if you weren't so despicable. You're too strong to be acting like such
a damn brat. Consider all this a reset of sorts. When I'm done with you, you'll
be able to call yourself a true hero.”
Bakugou wastes no time with his response with his whimpering now stopped, tears
still flowing but he's better composed.
“Bullshit, you're just some sick fuck who gets off to beating up defenseless
kids. That's all this is, it's you getting off.” Bakugou spits at him again,
this time missing entirely, unable to steady himself enough for a precise shot.
Aizawa stands silent, staring at the him. Deep down he knows he's right, but
Aizawa only wants to beat up one defenseless kid and he's right in front of
him. It's not like he doesn't actually want him to be better either, he does.
He just thinks Bakugou deserves something more extreme.
He walks up to the boy, leans into his ear and asks him a question “How do you
think you taste, Bakugou?”
He completely freezes up. He has no idea what's about to happen and for the
first time Bakugou is legitimately terrified.
 
Aizawa bends over and leans into his Bakugou’s neck, laying his hands on his
shoulder for support. He immediately kisses and licks on it from side to side
and up to down. He's trying not to slobber all over his nice strong throat but
he's having trouble with how much he's enjoying it. Bakugou is completely
frozen during this. He wants to beat Aizawa to death. He wants to scream at him
to leave him alone. He can’t do anything except let his teacher suck on him.
Aizawa moves his face away from Bakugou and lets the excess saliva drip off
onto him. He starts biting his bottom lip.
“You tasted great. I wonder how a bite might fare?”
Bakugou still can’t say a thing. He desperately wants to. He wants to get out
of here. He wants anyone to come and save him, to bail him out, to tell him
it's going to be okay.
“Nothing to say? Silence is as good as a yes I suppose.” Aizawa moves his mouth
back down to Bakugou's neck. He bites.
It feels like someone is squeezing his neck, there's an intense roughness to
it. He's never felt this before. Bakugou lets out a yell and tries to shake him
off, finally managing to muster something up.
“Let me go!”
Aizawa bites down his harder in the boy’s neck locking them in. When blood is
drawn Aizawa can taste it immediately and has to stop himself from ripping off
a piece of the boy. Bakugou is in tears again, jerking his neck back and forth,
trying to shake the pain away. Aizawa puts his hands on his head to stop the
swerving so that he can lick the excess blood left on him. He then kisses the
bite mark left imprinted in Bakugou's neck.
Aizawa turns to face Bakugou again, he's trying to scream but can't, gasping
out with tears dropping off him. He's shaking, completely losing it. Aizawa
sticks his tongue out and licks the tears off his face, leaning in close.
“Shhh, it's okay.” Placing a finger on his stomach. “Only a few more.”
Aizawa now pulls the boys shirt up through the bindings finding a nice chunk in
the side of his belly, it's no longer reminiscent of the size it once was but
he doesn't mind, Bakugou is beautiful no matter what. He begins kissing it,
sticking his tongue down his belly button, searching around more inside the boy
then out again until he settles on a spot. Aizawa bites down once more and
holds it, his skin and meat is getting pulled from the bone almost to the point
of being ripped off. He wants to tear him apart a chunk of his flesh being
inside his mouth would be perfect. Aizawa is ecstatic right now from the crying
and whimpering going on in the background as his teeth are deep in his
student's stomach.
Bakugou is begging him to stop biting through whimpered yelps. “Just stop it!
I'll do whatever dumb fucking thing you want, just stop all this shit!”. It's
not just the pain causing him all this anguish, it's more to do with the
betrayal and humiliation he's feeling. He is unable to believe what is
happening to him right now. How much pain he's in, how helpless.
Aizawa lets go leaving a severe bite mark, flesh red and hanging down. For a
brief moment Bakugou thinks he's going to get what he wants. Then he sees
Aizawa reach for his thigh and starts lifting up his shorts.
“These are nice, they feel real soft. I'm sure they're very comfortable.”
Aizawa goes down on his knees where he then pulls them up so he can take a look
at the tight muscular thighs of Bakugou. There's sweat dripping around them,
Aizawa savoring each drop he comes across. Using his hands he feels Bakugou’s
legs up and down, an aching feeling running through him. Bakugou is in fear for
a moment when he then feels something in the bottom of his gut. Aizawa is
licking his lips and begins to bite down when something happens.
Bakugou clenches up, he feels a pain in his bladder as it's ready to burst. “I
have to piss!” he screams out. He can’t believe he drank all that water just
because he was told do. He feels like an idiot, like he deserves this.
Aizawa stands up and looks him in the eyes. “Oh, you do? Well there's a
bathroom around here somewhere. I'm sure you can find it on your own.” Bakugou
doesn't find this very funny.
“Please please I'm going to piss myself, let me go, bring me a fucking cup I
don't care please!”.
His cries are ignored and he’s forced to sit, waiting for his bladder to
overflow in front of his superior. Someone he thought he could trust. A
distinct memory comes to Bakugou in this moment of unease.
When he was 8 he couldn't hold it in during a class field trip after drinking
too much soda. He felt the urge suddenly and tried to hold it in, afraid of
being made fun of for not listening. He gives in. He tries to find a teacher to
take him to a bathroom but he can’t find one in time. He slowly pees himself in
front of his whole class while everyone laughed at him. He remembers being
embarrassed but he also remembers something else he felt. Excitement. It's a
memory he has tried hard to suppress.
He continues begging and Aizawa continues mocking until he can't hold it in
anymore. With tears in his eyes water begins coming out another orifice of his
body. It's warm and starts at his thigh. It rushes down enveloping it all over
like a beautiful waterfall. His pants are getting soaked in it now,, that
gallon of water clearly doing its part of this plan. There’s piss surrounding
his ass with some getting inside, his asscheeks squishing piss between them and
the chair. It's falling down from his legs to the floor. He feels ashamed in
himself but worse, he has a sense of arousal. He can't believe this happened,
fully in tears now, his legs covered in piss, tied to a chair crying, the red
marks from the slaps still remaining from earlier. Aizawa can't help it
anymore. He’s touching himself, enjoying the sight of this young animal forced
to wet himself like this. That boisterous young lad now a piss stained crybaby.
Before he gets too excited Aizawa goes to inspect the boy examining his shorts
first. He gives them a grab, they’re soaked in piss. He squeezes the wet
fabric, getting some of the urine on his hand, he rubs it between his fingers
for a bit and then forces them down Bakugou’s mouth to clean off. He accepts
it, too humiliated and worn down to fight back anymore. Aizawa turns to face
him again and grabs Bakugou by the chin. He's such a young man, his life has
just began and he's had to endure quite possibly the most vicious day of his
whole life. Aizawa smiles.
“I wish you would have told me you enjoyed peeing on yourself so much. I would
have gave you even more water to drink at the start.” Keeping on hand still on
his chin he uses the other to caress the rest of his beautiful face, those
supple lips and his perfect eyes, his eyelashes glistening in the light. Then
he moves down to his chest, groping his skinny but muscular pectorals, touching
his nipples which have been hardened by the coldness of the room. “You have a
nice chest, a nice face. I wonder how my piss would look on them.”
Bakugou doesn't say anything, his head bowed down all he can do is recall
another memory he's tried to drown out.
When Bakugou was 10 he and Deku were both at the mall with their parents where
they ran into each other at the restroom. Bakugou didn't like talking to the
twerp but he really needed to piss, he planned to go in and out. It's two year
removed from his wetting incident and 10 year old Bakugou still thinks about
it. He thinks about it again while standing next to Deku at the urinal. He
looks down at Deku and sees his dick out in his hand ready to pee. Something
overwhelmed Bakugou that day. This was the boy he bullied, the boy he
disrespected and maligned, Deku was an ant who he enjoyed embarrassing but now
he felt different, he wanted this boy to do the same to him, to make give him
that same feeling. He moved his hand down to touch him. Deku is frozen, his
eyes looking directly at Bakugou. He tries to utter out the name he lovingly
gives him, “Kacchan” but he can’t. He holds onto Izuki for a moment and Without
warning he pushes him back away from the urinal and gets on his knees. He tells
Izuku it's okay. He wants him to pee on his face. Deku does, his pee splashing
all over him, some even gets in his mouth but he doesn't mind. When he’s
finished he stands up and leaves the bathroom. Bakugou tells his mother he fell
in a puddle in the restroom covering himself all over in something wet. The two
never mention this ever again, it's a eruption of new thoughts what Bakugou
felt that day, he's tried hard to keep a lid on those pleasure he felt but
that's no longer the case.
“It must be nice, being your own urinal” Aizawa continues “It’s awfully
convenient too, especially for me.” He begins unzipping his pants. His cock is
out and aimed at his target. Before he pees he places his cock directly on
Bakugou's face, forcing him to smell it as he rubs it all around. At first
Bakugou tries to shudder away, holding on still to whatever small amount of
dignity he has left but eventually he can't help himself. He takes a whiff and
Aizawa laughs. “Alright. Let's try out my new toilet.”
“Open wide” the stream comes out and blasts Bakugou in his face. The warmth of
the liquid is too much, he gets fully aroused and his mouth opens wide to
accept his gift. Aizawa isn't expecting this, he isn't aware of Bakugou's
history of piss drinking but all the same, he appreciates it. “Glad you're
coming around to things. Learning some obedience is a step in the right
direction.” Piss overflows Bakugou's mouth, it runs down his cheeks, his chin.
Bakugou tries to drink as much as possible before Aizawa aims his member
higher, right between his eyes.
Aizawa loves doing this to someone like Bakugou, someone who he thinks deserves
it. Making an absolute embarrassing mess out of him is a wonderful sensation,
he wants to release all of his piss inside his mouth, to drown him in it
however he still has to cover that perfect chest of his. He aims down to drench
his shirt. His stream is weaker when he gets to it but he still manages to get
out an acceptable amount of it onto his body. The warmness spills all over his
him triggering more memories of nostalgia. Everything comes rushing out like a
stampede, trying to cage those memories and how he felt about them was foolish.
Bakugou is completely covered in urine from head to toe and he couldn't be
happier.
Aizawa finishes up and moves closer. He wants to feel Bakugou's chest now that
it's soaking with piss. He rubs him up and down. His strong muscles now wet,
his nipples are hard, visible clearly through the shirt. His strong shoulders,
his biceps all so immaculate. How can someone so strong be so weak? That's when
he notices the bulge in Bakugou's piss stained shorts.
“Well, well. Enjoying yourself are we?”
Bakugou doesn't respond.
“Just as well, that thing in your pants is all I need as confirmation.”. Aizawa
now wraps his hands around Bakugou's throat. He looks him in the eyes with a
complete lack of fear. Bakugou wants Aizawa to squeeze the life out of him.
The first choke is very intense. Bakugou’s eyes got teary, his face turns a
light blue and slobber was beginning to seep out his mouth. Bakugou has never
been choked like this before. It’s an amazing feeling. The blood rushes to his
head. There’s an immense pleasure to it. When he's let go he is gasping for
breath. He loves the degrading awfulness of it and he can’t contain how much
joy that brings him. His eyes are enveloping his face with messy tears of
happiness.
They’re begging for more. They want more. Aizawa places his hands back on the
boy, he gives him a nice smile. Bakugou is under control. He’s perfect now, a
harder squeeze is given. The degrading aspect for Bakugou has increased more.
His cock is fully erect, blood rushing towards it at a tremendous fury. His
face is getting darker and darker. He wants to grab Aizawa’s hands but not to
stop him, no he wants to help him crush his neck harder. Aizawa lets go again
Gasping for air with tears and sweat dripping off Bakugou looks beautiful. He
speaks for the first time in awhile, since the time he pissed himself, when he
realized what it was he was after. He wants everything Aizawa can give him.
“Choke me harder.”
Aizawa kisses the boy on the forehead and begins his next incredible squeeze.
His hands completely wrap around the neck, his skin pushing between his
fingers. Bakugou is drowning in tears now, his legs are flailing, his muscles
are tightening. His face is a much darker shade now, more purple. His mouth is
open gasping for air that he won't be receiving. Aizawa can’t help but indulge
himself now, he gathers up spit and releases it inside Bakugou’s agape mouth,
making him a repository for his own fluids. This is all he’s good for now.
Foam is forming and running down his chin, Bakugou thinks about love and about
how much Aizawa must care for him. He climaxes the hardest he's ever had in his
life. What a wonderful sight for Aizawa watching him girate in his chair as he
ejaculates, his face looking like it’s on the verge of death. He lets go and
the boy practically ragdolls.
It takes a while but Bakugou gains consciousness again. His breathing is
returning as close to normal as possible for what just happened to him, the
color of his face is still blue. He's not the same boy anymore with a look in
his eyes that's hard to describe. He loves the pain, the embarrassment.
Aizawa’s abuse him of him is an enlightening experience and Bakugou wants it to
last forever.
Aizawa would want to appease him, to do this till the night comes but he simply
cannot. After all he's still a teacher. He can't have a student out longer at
school than necessary. Aizawa touches the boys head, both thumbs in his mouth.
He looks at Bakugou, his blonde hair, his strong jaw his eyes full of pure
wantingness with eyelashes glistening even more than before with piss covering
them from earlier. Aizawa pulls his hands back and clenches them into a fist to
prepares his parting gift.
The first swing is a doozy, straight to the chest. Bakugou moans out either
from pain or joy nobody would be able to tell, most likely it was both. Aizawa
continues wailing at him aiming at various parts of his torso, each one making
Bakugou hurt, his innards being smashed by Aizawa’s surprisingly strong blows
each punch full of love. He can't help but cough up something each time.
Spit is the first thing to come out, a usual suspect today. Each strike would
get harder for his body to deal with, already so worn out from everything he's
gone through so naturally comes the blood flying from his mouth. Aizawa is
doing real damage, it takes him a bit to notice but when he does he lets up. He
doesn't want to hurt the boy that badly.
Still, he can't resist one more. After a short time searching for the perfect
spot he punches Bakugou directly in his stomach which has him vomit all over
himself. It shoots from his mouth, a mess of green and yellow. A chunky
surprise. The taste of it coming out is awful. Aizawa doesn't know what he had
for breakfast but it stinks. He pats Bakugou on the head and looks him over one
more time. He thinks his job is done for now.
Bakugou is completely demolished. He's soaked in piss both his own and
Aizawa’s. Vomit on top of it all, taking a shower sounds great along with a
nice comforting sleep on his bed. Bruises litter his body that will be with him
for awhile. The punches he endured, the slapping, the tightness of Aizawa’s
wrapping and his hands. Their markings will be temporary but the effect they
had will be permanent. He wants Aizawa to do this to him all over again, a
lesson was learned but he wants more, it was a tremendous feeling and something
he wants to have for the rest of his life. He’ll be a better person there’s no
going back for Bakugou now. Aizawa unwraps the boy and carries him out to get
cleaned up. He’s the one who left him like this after all, covered in tears,
piss, vomit and blood.
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