I'm currently sitting in History class, watching the video of African American children being mauled by dogs that they showed us every year in elementary for Black History month. I always had a hard time not closing my eyes and covering my ears as their screams and singing rang in my ears and blood filled my vision. Love that for our education system. I sighed and shuddered as the screen changed to a clip of kids being beaten, still smiling and singing over the police sirens and under their batons.

The documentary was paused a moment later, as the bell was about to ring. I packed up my stuff and waited by the door for my boyfriend, who was approaching and talking to Larry.

"...Yeah, I get that it's for our education, but should they really be making the sixth graders at NFMS watch that? Seems a little weird to me, dude," Larry said.

"I don't know. It didn't bother me," Sal shrugged.

"You're the kind (I meant king, but I thought this was funny, so I'm leaving it lol) of unbothered. God, actually."

"Larry, everyone at my old elementary school had to watch that every February. Even the kindergarteners," I chimed in.

"You were dissociated the whole time, bro. Sounds like a trauma response to me," he raised his eyebrows.

"Fair enough," I nodded. "Anyway, I'll see ya later."

He waved and as soon as he did, Sal closed the distance between us where Larry was standing seconds ago. I held his hand in mine and kissed his bruised knuckles. He watched me from the corner of his eye, but I pretended not to notice.

The rest of the day dragged on slowly, as it usually does when your classes are boring. When it was finally over, I raced Sal to the front of the building. But even when we had made it off the school property, he kept running.

"Sal! Why are you... still running?!" I panted, trying to keep up.

"Why not," he laughed and slowed down to a walk, barely breathing hard.

"When are you working out? Jeez, man," I groaned and matched his pace.

"Whenever I'm not with you or sleeping," he grinned and held my hand. We talked about random things for a while, until we were nearly back at the Addison Apartments.

"Wanna come over and do homework?" I asked.

"I wanna come over, but I don't wanna do homework," Sal pouted.

"Alright, then what do you wanna do?" I smiled.

"You. Again," he lifted his prosthetic to show me he was smirking and winked.

"Shut up," I scowled, face red, and playfully shoved him.

"Tch, that's bold coming from you," he shoved me back.

"What does that mean?"

"It means you're better at listening than commanding. I thought we established that when we were at my house. Also, you're blushing," he continued watching me with a cheeky grin still on his face.

"Yeah, 'cause it's cold!" I fibbed.

"You can't lie to me," Sal smirked.

"Why haven't you shut up yet?"

"Because I tell you what to do, not the other way around," the blue-haired boy stopped walking to lift my chin and looked down at me with raised brows and half closed eyes from under his mask.

"But I could," I argued, purely out of spite, and continued walking.

"Ha! Wanna bet?" my boyfriend followed close behind and pulled off my backpack after dropping his own on the grass.

"Yeah! What are you gonna do?" I pressed, turning around to face him.

"Whatever I want. That's the point of telling you what to do, isn't it?" Sal suddenly grabbed my wrists and pushed my back against the brick wall next to the entrance of the apartment complex with my wrists over my head.

"Well, you don't always get to," I went on despite my face continuing to redden and my voice getting smaller. I mostly kept going as a joke, but Sal only took it to his advantage.

"Says who?" he leaned in and rested his other hand on the wall beside my head to support his weight.

"Uh... M-me?"

"What was that? I thought my pet said something instead of listening to me like a good boy/girl/other," he whispered in my ear.

I didn't even have an answer for that, as my thoughts were racing faster than my heart, which was hardly possible. Sal seemed to take note and dropped the hand from beside my head to hook his finger around the ring on my leather choker and tug me forward a bit, while still holding my wrists above me. I let out a squeak and melted into his touch.

"I have a fun idea," he started. "Why don't you call me 'sir' for the rest of the day?"

"L-like a... punishment?" I questioned.

"Yeah," he grinned and pulled on my choker a bit more. I shook my head furiously. What the heck is this man thinking?!

This was clearly the wrong answer, however, because Sal's smug smile disappeared and he looked down at me now. His expression was disappointed, almost a tiny bit angry, but not quite. I hated seeing him look at me like this, though.

"Fine," I sighed. His smile returned and he let some pressure off of my necklace.

"What's that?"

"Fine... sir," I scowled up at him.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes sir," I said louder and gave the boy a fake smile.

He kissed my lips briefly and let me go. We picked up our backpacks and headed indoors to my apartment. I didn't say anything and just pouted the entire way there, and still said nothing when I was sitting on my bed next to him with my arms crossed. I refused to look Sal in the eye.

"Aw, c'mon. You can't possibly be that mad at me," he lifted my chin to look me in the eye like he always does, but I just closed my eyes. "Damn, I guess you can be. I'm sorry," he patted my head.

"Apology accepted," I opened my eyes and looked back at him.

"You forgot to say 'sir.' I said I'm sorry, not that I'm taking back your punishment," he let a sly smile cross his lips.

I wrinkled my nose and pulled away with a pink face, "Yes sir."

"That's what I like to hear. Anyway, I'm hungry. Do you wanna get something to eat?"

"Yes sir."

"How about pizza?" Sal asked nonchalantly, leaning back. He sure seems to be enjoying himself.

I nodded, not giving him the satisfaction he wanted. He pretended not to notice and pulled out his phone to call for delivery. The boy ordered a large with pepperoni and hung up. When he was finally done, I climbed on his lap and hugged him wordlessly. I'm still mad, but it doesn't mean I don't want cuddles.

"You're so cuddly. Are you trying to make me feel bad?" Sally Face asked, resting one hand on my thigh and the other on my shoulder.

"Yes sir," I mumbled into his shirt.

"Heh."

"It's not funny, sir," I groaned.

"No, but I'm enjoying it," Sal chuckled.

"Respectfully, sir, suck my dick."

"I had that coming for a while, didn't I?"

"Yes sir."

He laughed and took out his phone to take a picture of us. I groaned as he did so. Really, dude? He patted my head and hummed what I recognized as 505 by Arctic Monkeys. If the pizza delivery person had arrived any later, I might have punched the smug grin clean off my boyfriend's face. Fortunately for Sal, they knocked on the apartment door just in time.

"Alright. Up, please."

I scooted off Sal's lap and gently touched the now fully-healed spot on my neck where he'd bitten me out of habit. He clipped his mask on and grabbed a twenty from his wallet before leaving the room and coming back with the pizza.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want something?" he teased me, holding the box just out of my reach.

"Just because I have to call you something different doesn't mean I won't kick you where the sun doesn't shine, sir."

"You're so mean. Who taught you to talk like that, pet?" he feigned a look of deep emotional agony.

"Your dad when we were in his bed last night, sir. Now, please give me some pizza, sir," I deadpanned.

"I- damn. Fair enough, I guess. Here you go, pet."

He plopped down next to me and opened the box lid. We sat and ate for a while. Sal tried to strike up conversation a few times, but gave up with a sigh after I kept ignoring him. I'm not going to have a conversation with someone I have to call an irrelevant formal title after every statement. Well, willingly, at least. I ended up eating like two or three slices, but of course, Sal ate the rest. I swear he's got a black hole for a stomach.

"Wanna make out?" my boyfriend poked my arm.

"No. I'm mad at you, sir," I glared up at him.

"But I got you pizza, why are you still mad?" Sal wasn't trying to invalidate my feelings, he was genuinely trying to understand my reaction better. It's hard to stay mad at someone this amazing.

"I still have to call you a formal title, sir."

"...Please?"

"No sir," I said flatly. He sighed and flopped back on my bed.

"Okay... Wanna hang out with Larry?"

I paused to think about it for a moment. It'd be nice to call someone a dumbass right about now...

"Yes sir."

Sal got up with a victorious smile. He tossed the pizza box in the trash and put his prosthetic back on while I grabbed my house key. We stepped on and off the elevator holding hands. Neither of us bothered knocking on his apartment door, but I was polite enough to knock on his bedroom door.

"Sup," Larry greeted us with a lazy grin and an arm beckoning us in.

"Hi," I smiled.

"Oh, so you'll smile when he says 'sup,' but you won't even look at me when I get you pizza?" Sal frowned and dropped my hand to once again hook a finger in the ring on my choker.

"That's right, sir. I think you know why, sir," the happiness dropped from my expression when I was forced to look at Sal in the eyes.

"Woah, woah, woah. What's going on with you two?" Larry interjected.

"Let go of me, and I'll explain it."

"You forgot something," Sal grinned. I groaned, only for him to tug on my throat. I coughed and stared daggers up at my boyfriend.

"Yo, is someone gonna tell me what's happening or are we just gonna keep abusing Y/n...?" Larry furrowed his brows.

"Y/n was talking back, so now they have to call me 'sir' for the rest of the day," Sal explained, looking back at the taller teen, still holding me in place.

"Ooh, kinky," Larry teased me.

"Like I told sir, just because I have to call him a formal title, doesn't mean I won't kick him where the sun doesn't shine. That goes for you, too."

"Hmm... It's giving... Closer by Nine Inch Nails," Larry commented.

"Sal- err, sir, can you please let go so I can crush his bones into a fine powder?" I corrected myself.

"Nope. The whole point of this is to teach you to do what I say, when, and with respect, and that applies here. By the way, there will be consequences for slipping up in the future," he smirked.

I groaned and tried to pull his hand away from my necklace, but he only tugged me closer to himself. I'm seriously about to lose it in a second. I made a move to take it off, but I realized that I need to pull the leather strap away from the silver buckle to undo it, which wasn't possible with my boyfriend pulling it taught.

"Give me a 'yes, sir, I love you, sir,' and I'll let you go," Sally Face glared down at me with an icy stare.

"Yes, sir. I love you, sir."

He released me and I immediately stood behind Larry. Sal sat down on his friend's bed and crossed his ankles. Larry turned around and raised a brow at me. I just shrugged.

"Welp-" he sighed. "You dudes/dude and dudette do the homework?"

"No, not yet. Todd probably did, though," I sighed.

"Definitely," the shorter teen added.

"Then you have to get out. Sorry, I don't make the rules," Larry dismissed us with a wave.

"Fair enough."

"Bye, Larry," Sal said, putting a hand on the small of my back to guide me out of the apartment that reeked of cigarettes.

"Ciao, bros."

Sal led me to his apartment instead of mine, which I guess was fine. I waved to Henry as I was being pushed into his son's room. Sal shut the door behind us and took off his mask before pinning me against the wall.

"Sir-"

"Don't tell me to stop unless you mean it. I fucking hate listening to you call me that and not be moaning it."

I was taken aback by this, and even more so at him leaving rough kisses all over my face, neck, ears, and collarbone, which left my face beet red. I stifled a moan when he found my sweet spot. He nibbled and sucked it, leaving a hickey.

"Shh, you don't want to be caught, do you?" Sal smirked and lightly tugged on the hem of my skirt. "May I?"

"Y-yes sir," I whispered and nervously watched him pull down the fabric.

He pulled off my undergarments as well, and nodded when I made a move to take off his jeans. He pulled my hoodie over my head, followed by his shirt over his own. Sal licked his lips and wasted no time taking off his boxers and pushing me on my knees.

"Suck."

"Yes sir."

I started at the tip, slowly making my way up. He groaned quietly and subconsciously grabbed a fistful of my h/c hair. I sucked harder and he began guiding my head while moving his hips at the same pace. My eyes watered as he hit the back of my throat, but I kept going. Seconds later, I felt his cock twitching, and he came in my mouth while quietly moaning and muttering curses under his breath.

"Swallow it."

I obeyed the moment his dick left my mouth. He leaned over me to reach down and yank me up by the ring on my choker. Sal looked at me with a serious face while wiping my tears and licking a drop of cum from my bottom lip. I avoided his gaze.

"Good girl/boy/other. Now look at me, and beg me to fuck you," he lifted my chin.

"Please, fuck me sir. I want to feel you inside me so bad, sir. Please sir, I'll do anything."

"Very good, pet. Go sit on the bed. I want you to touch yourself while I make you cum with my fingers."