Being friends with Cole made a lot of the bullying stop. Cole was one of the top bullies in the school after all. That did not make Cole any less of an asshole to be around though. He treated everyone like shit. Even his so-called friends were not immune to the random noogie or scathing insult. Cinnabar, most of all, was targeted. Since the cat was out of the bag, it was nothing to him to command Cinnabar to blow him when they were in the group. That got him a glare, but there was nothing he could do. He needed Cole to penetrate him or it would lead to him losing his autonomy. There were still limits to everything. At the end of school Friday, Cole told him to bend over. The others laughed. Cole smiled and said "We might as well use that ass of yours for something good. It's been over a week." Cinnabar refused. Noah told the bully to knock it off. "He's the one that needs me. Not the other way around." Cole mocked. Cinnabar sighed before putting a smile on his face. "He's right. Just erase me tomorrow." he said. He had his own pride and dignity. He was not a sex toy for his rapists to use up.
Understandably, everyone went quiet. This was serious. Cole did not care at all. Why should he? He was a White Key. His powers had to do with fertility. He did not grant powers like Noah did. He did not make people more attractive like Wendy. He was not even a generator of energy like a Blue Key or Lock. No one would be able to tell if their fertility went up from a single one night stand. His Key was also in an easy to hide place. The sole of his right foot was where his Key was. As long as he wore thick socks and kept quiet about it, he would be able to blend in. He already had a monster cock and huge balls filled with cum. He could get any girl he wanted pregnant. It had already been demonstrated that he could make any person he wanted cum from simply penetrating them. That would keep the girls around. If he never got another charge out of his Key again, it would not matter to him in the slightest. Cinnabar was the one tied down to the boy that raped him in the locker room. He would be the one sitting there, begging every other day to suck a dick or get fucked in the ass by Cole.
With this being his life for the rest of time, it made sense that he would not want to live it. Cinnabar walked out of the bathroom and down the hallways. Noah and Maroon followed him out without a word. There really was nothing that could be said after something like this. Noah was not going to get him to change his mind. Cole was too stunned to stop them. None of his "friends" were going to step in either. He had not sucked Cole's dick that day. It meant that he would lose his autonomy on Saturday. It was so brutal. Noah had to hold back some tears when Cinnabar lost his autonomy again. He closed his eyes and wished him gone. When he opened up his eyes there was a pile of clothes on the floor next to Maroon. Noah really wanted to just get it over with. He did not want to drag it out any longer than it had to be. He then spawned in a new clone. With Cinnabar gone, it was a bit less taxing on him. "Let me see your ass." he said. The clone was not happy with the order, but it complied. His Red Lock was not bonded. "Put on the clothes. You are the new Cinnabar." Noah sighed loudly.
