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*WARNING*

Includes usage of an illegal drug

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Peter had no idea how long he had been facing the corner for, he had started counting. But after getting up to two minutes, he lost count. Too busy squirming in place and tugging at his crotch.

The burning sensation of old, cold urine stung him like bees. Only to be warmed up when he had involuntary wet himself.

His belly in knots and full of unwanted stress. It causing unnecessary reactions from him.

He learnt his lesson as soon as his bum bet the stool, but Mason liked to torture him. Peter had begun to cry quietly. Fat, unwanted tears falling down the slopes of his cheeks. Nose becoming runny and snotty. The snot built up. Lining his bottom lip, being smeared across his face, when he used his arm sleeve to wipe at the horrible gunk.

"We have tissues for that, disgusting." Mason clucked his tongue. Standing behind Peter. Eyes stone-cold, intimidation radiating from the man.

"Go get yourself cleaned up. You'll be late if you don't hurry," Mason once again pulls him up and all but throws Peter into the bathroom.

The small boy managed a quick look at the time, before being shoved into the small room. Calculating the time, figuring that he can't take a shower if you want to be in time for the next bus to school.

Instead, he opts for a quick wipe down. The feel of the soft material lining the inside of the pull-up on his sensitive parts brings new tears to his eyes.

Always a quick thinker, Peter throws on one of the few boxers Mason didn't "accidentally ruin in the wash" and putting his jeans back on. Much to his embarrassment, he's also one step ahead. Making sure to set a timer on his watch so that he's reminded to go to the bathroom.

He doesn't need everyone knowing his classification, and the few people who do will question why he's not padded. Forgetting for now, that with Flash knowing his class. The whole school could know by now.

Picking up his school backpack, that he ungracefully threw on the floor earlier. Peter strode passed Mason, and out of the door. To what will - probably - be the worse day of school in his life.

Yet again, that's most days.

Luckily enough, Peter made it with minutes to spare. Ned waiting at the lockers, an exasperated look on his face. "Dude, where have you been"! His voice wasn't so hushed, and so it attracted a few stares from other students. Who is also talking at their lockers?

Peter didn't want to tell Ned the real reason why, even though he is his best friend. Not wanting to be seen differently, or treated any other way than the nerd he is.

Eyes casting around quickly, Peter tried to think of an excuse. "I err - couldn't find my other shoe." Peter rushed out, eyes wide and his rib cage holding in a breath.

Ned raised an eyebrow but didn't question it.

"Alright dude, well it seemed like you found it. And err- you got them on the wrong feet," the black-haired boy stated. Smirking in amusement.

Peter could only look down to confirm, that yes. He had put his shoes on the wrong feet. The answer to why his feet hurt is now answered.

He blushed, shrugging and leaned against the locker. Trying to play it cool.

It wasn't working.

"Trying to impersonate a duck, Penis?"

Peter spun around, the voice of his bully being unrecognisable. He knew the talk days ago did nothing, Flash still called him the horrible name and messed around with him. Maybe his Parent's didn't even punish him, though, by the way, his mum was talking. He thought Flash was going to get a spanked behind.

He knew he would be if the roles were reversed.

"No. I was in a rush." Peter half sassed. Smirking as a thought struck him. If Flash wants to tease him, then he can quite easily tease back. "Is your ass sore from the other day, when Mummy and Daddy had to spank you?" He was shocked at himself, the words dripped with venom.

Even Ned was left gaping like a fish. Frozen in place, as if Medusa herself stared into his soul.

Flash didn't seem very pleased about the comment. Though, what Peter missed. Is two could play at that game.

A crowd had begun to swarm, like a group of moths being drawn into the light.

"Oh?" Flash stated, looking around before clearing his throat. His eyes flashing with an emotion Peter couldn't quite place, all he knew. Is he messed up? By the look in the bullies eyes, he could he had something lined up.

And he had a right to be scared.

"Who changed your nappy this morning? Your poor Aunt, or her boyfriend?" Flash held his hand up, one of his goons instantly giving him a high five. Muttering about how the insult was cool.

Though to Peter, was anything but cool.

"I wouldn't act so high and mighty now. We both know who actually gets spanked," Flash is too proud of himself and too busy hyping the crowd to notice Peter's horrified expression. This tit for tat is going on a little too far. Guaranteed he thought he was clever, by throwing in a comment or two. But having more thrown at him, with no more threats to fall back on.

He had dug himself an unnecessary hole.

Not bothering to mind the crowd, Peter grabs Flash's arm and leads them both down the hall. Out the front doors of the school.

The little being as surprised as Flash, for he had the strength to pull the taller boy around.

This needs to be addressed right here, and now.

Everyone must have been too astonished by the smaller boy's actions because they chose not to follow. Though, they all witnessed how Flash didn't fight back either.

In Flash's defence. The boy has a strong grip.

"You didn't tell anyone did you," Peter asks frantically. Eyes wide, afraid of knowing the answer.

"Is the baby..." it's clear that Flash was about to say something demeaning and insulting, but it's cut off by one of Peter's sobs. Which, has happened before. Just not as desperate as this.

"Please!" Peter begged, his shoulders shaking with fear and ushered tears. "You can't tell anyone!" Peter tries to taper his sobs, but he knows he's coming off a little desperate.

Flash couldn't stand the crying. It would only be a matter of time before the crowd will follow, or even worse. Teachers found them. "I... I won't," Flash says comfortably.

A little too comfortably.

"No! You have to promise me." The heavy sobs caused the boy's voice to crack. "Promise you won't say anything to anyone."

"I promise I won't spill your secret, but you know," Flash captures Peter's eyes, which are slightly red from his upset. "There's nothing wrong with being a little."

How did Flash know, he isn't a little. He doesn't know what it's like at home, or here. How demeaning it is, how hard it is to hide it all within and not break.

He didn't know a damn thing.

"Yes, there is," Are the last words Flash hears before Peter is stalking off, presumably to wash his face before the start of class.

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Confusion. Utter, complete confusion.

Ned was arriving a late today, he texted saying he had something to deal with before school. Which lead Peter to walk to his locker alone, only to open the metal door and blink in uncertainty.

Sat there, within a bag. Displayed some sort of tablets, though they looked too suspicious to be anything considered the standard paracetamol.

It looked more, druggy.

However, Peter's uncertainty soon came answered. When he spotted a bottle of water and a piece of paper. It read;

'Don't ever say I don't help you out. Take one every morning after you eat, don't overuse. If you don't want to belittle, then these will help you act big'

Peter frowned, clueless who it is by. As right now, it could be anyone. It wouldn't even surprise him if Mason did this somehow.

Setting the note down, Peter picked up the plastic bag. Staring at the circular tablets, before glancing at the water.

If this does what it said it will do, then, of course, he is gonna take it.

Getting one out, and uncapping the lid of the bottle. With one gulp, it had dissolved down his throat.

Peter isn't stupid, he knows the desired effect wouldn't take away his little traits as quick as he wanted them to. But hopefully, within two days, he might feel freer and in a sense. Bigger.

Shutting his locker and walking away. The young male missed the eyes that watched him, smirking before turning to talk to their friends.