I never understood why Billy had a problem with me. There were certainly easier targets to pick on at school. There were the fat kids for a start, whereas I was always quite well-built, working out quite often, and enjoying football and tennis. There were also the kids with glasses, the ginger kids, the just-plain-weird kids... but Billy wasn't interested in them. He went for me.
I'm short, but I keep myself in good shape, and my blonde hair always has a lick of gel to brush over my forehead. I like to compare myself to Dougie from McFly, although I wouldn't say I was as cute as him. I was fairly popular at school, so Billy's taunts and comments didn't bother me too much.
I was always awkward around girls though. I knew some of them were attracted to me but I never seemed to be as bothered as other guys. This made me real self-conscious and I eventually became very shy around them. Of course this just made some of them more persistent, and I had to tell everyone I was gay.
We'd moved to college by that point, and a lot of my friends were absolutely fine about it. A lot of girls were disappointed, but they didn't hold it against me. But there are some small-minded people out there who I saw another side to. For Billy, it was the excuse he'd been looking for.
"Hey faggot, wanna get on your knees for me, bitch?" he called as I got off the bus and crossed the road to get into college. He was tall and lean, with a gangly frame, and clothes that hung from him. His face still had all the boyish playfulness of a young teen, but the glint in his dark eyes and the faint shadow of stubble showed his true age. At 22, I had grown out of name-calling, but it never got old for Billy. I did my best to ignore him but he sneered at me. "Look at you, with your gelled hair and your ear-ring." It wasn't even good name-calling...
His mousy brown hair was gelled into a tangle of dark spikes anyway, but as usual, I said nothing back, because... well, I had the hots for him. I loved his puppy-dog face, and his cock attitude, as much as I hated it at the same time. Luckily for me, that attitude proved to be his downfall.
His girl-friend at the time was a good friend of mine, called Kat. He'd been with her for a while, but she didn't like the way he spoke to me, and they'd been arguing for a while. She'd come to me to talk about it, whereas he'd just gone to a club, picked up some girl and fucked around. I was in the room when she got the text from her spy in the club. It wasn't a pretty sight...
"That fucking piece of shit!"
"Kat..."
"With some slut! I'll fucking kill him!"
"KAT!"
"WHAT??"
I smiled at her. "Don't get angry. Get even."
"What have you got in mind?" she asked doubtfully. She obviously didn't think I could think up anything bad enough. Turns out I could.
Billy walked in and threw his jacket over the sofa of the flat he shared with Kat. The block was practically empty, with most of the students leaving to be with family over the holidays. Kat and Billy had decided to stay there, which turned out ot be a bad choice. But it was quiet, and Kat was company for me. From my hiding place I scanned him. He was wearing camouflage pants, hanging low to reveal the lack CK waistband underneath. He was wearing his favourite T-shirt too, a scruffy cream rag, with green trim on the sleeves and collar. His hair looked ruffled, and he needed a shave, so he'd obviously had a good night. Kat strolled into the front room and put on a great act.
"Hey babe, sorry about before, OK?" she purred.
He looked up suspiciously. "Whats gotten into you?"
"I'm horny. I need you, Billy. Now."
He didn't look like he could be bothered after the night he'd had, but he barely had time to protest. I only just managed to scramble aside as the burst into the bedroom and collapsed on the double bed, her straddling him and batting his groping hands aside. "You're mine tonight, babe. All mine." She growled wordlessly and reached into the bedside cabinet, pulling out rope. He grinned wolfishly and let her spreadeagle him to the bed, with practised ease. Inside the walk-in cupboard, I grew erect watching him.
When he was secure, she told him to struggle, and he squirmed obligingly. Once she was sure he was tied down properly, she walked out. "Hey, Kat! KAT!" he shouted.
"Think about what you've done, Billy, and cool down." she called, and shut the door. I waited until I heard the dance music come on. That was not only my cue, but it would also drown out any other noise.
The look of horror and shock on his face as I stepped out of the cupboard was hard to describe. It nearly made my legs buckle though it was that hot. He thrashed silently but all he could do was twist his hips. He was mine. I sat on the edge of the bed and ran a hand through his gelled hair. "Hello Billy."
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