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It is night, but I can see everything perfectly. I am in a field of tall dry grass, and in the distance, there is a large granite platform. There are no mountains and I can see into space all around me. There is a large moon nearby, and I can see stars and planets scattered throughout the vastness of space. I feel the cool air on my skin and realize I am naked, the pale moonlight reflecting off of my skin.
I marvel at the beauty around me for a minute, feeling completely serene, before I focus on the granite structure. There are granite steps leading from the grassy field and up to a platform where people are gathered around a naked man sitting on a throne. I walk closer and see that the naked man is Jakob. Max is on his right side, and Preston is chained to a pillar on his left. I feel cool metal in my hand and look down to discover that I am holding a key.
I look back up at Jakob and see the people worshiping him, laughing at his jokes and bringing him food. He looks at me, and smiles, his eyes filled with malice and superiority, and I feel anger burn within me. I feel warm, and I burst into flames, feeling them burn my skin. The fire catches on the grass, and I walk forward, spreading the flame in the grass as I go. Jakob frowns at me and I feel encouragement. The flame is burning me, and I am in pain, but Jakob is starting to look worried. I reach the foot of the steps and there is nothing left to burn. For a moment I a frustrated, feeling my journey is at an end. I see Preston's dad and feel my anger rekindled when he sees me and lets out a mocking laugh. I reach forward and touch him and he bursts into flames, clothes and all, and my journey continues.
People are screaming now and I continue to grab at them and burn them. The granite platform is beginning to shake and collapse. I get closer to the throne and people are running to get away from me, but there is nowhere for them to go; the field is aflame and the platform is only so big. Jakob stands and starts to throw people at me as a defense, but I burn them too. Jakob looks at me in fear, backing into his throne, which has now become his prison. I reach forward maintaining eye contact with him as I finally touch him, and he burns like all the rest.
I smile as I watch him burn, all the while I am burning too, and I feel my death approaching. Jakob is screaming in pain, and his screams fill me with a deep satisfaction. The word around me is burning up, and the heat is unbearable, my legs give out and I fall to the ground. The platform below me is cracked and broken, and there are burnt corpses all around me. I turn my head and see Preston still chained to the now broken pillar, his dead, burnt eyes are looking at me accusingly, and I feel the cool key still clutched in my hand. I could have saved him.
I wake up to a slight ruffling sound, and goosebumps travel all over my body. I lay still, but I don't open my eyes. Someone is in my room, and I want I want to know what they are doing. I hear light footsteps as someone approaches my bed, and I am caught between curiosity and fear. I decide to continue to pretend to be asleep, and I feel my blanket being lifted. I imagine that someone might be standing above me with a knife and is about to stab me. I push the slightly irrational thought away and continue to pretend to be sleeping. My body is tense though, and I am ready to jump at a moment's notice. I feel warm fingers brush the top of my underwear and start to pull them down. Their touch is like an electric shock, and I feel shivers running up my spine, and blood rushing to my dick. My fear dissipates and my curiosity is overwhelming, and I let my left eyelid open just a bit. I let out a small involuntary smile as I recognize the blond-haired boy kneeling over me, carefully pulling my boxer-briefs down.
Preston has done as I asked and come to give me a morning report, and he has decided to wake me up with a blowjob. His warm mouth envelops my cock and I moan in pleasure. Preston looks up and the pretense is over, he knows that I am awake. I smile down at him as he continues to blow me. I reach down and mess up his perfect soft hair, enjoying the slow blowjob. Preston's technique this morning is different than last night. His tongue is all over my dick, and he never lifts up off of it. He bobs down slowly every once in a while, taking my dick down his throat. He doesn't gag at all, and his throat is so tight and hot. Despite all of the sex I had last night it doesn't take me long to blow my load, and Preston happily eats it up, moaning as he does.
"That's a nice way to wake up." I say, still smiling. "What do you have to tell me? Did you reconnect with Max and Jakob?" I ask, my voice a bit harder.
"Yes, I told them that my dad took my phone and that I had been grounded. They don't suspect anything." Preston says looking down, his voice cracking and sounding very tired.
"Look at me when you speak to me, you need to learn to make eye contact." I say, feeling like he might be holding something back from me. He looks up at me and I see his lips are swollen and his chin is bruised. I feel anger and guilt swell up within me. "Who did this to you?" I demand, knowing the answer, my voice surprisingly heavy with emotion.
"It's nothing James. You said I deserved this, remember? And they trust me now." He looks at me as he speaks, and I can tell it is hard for him not to look away. I pull him into me and he smells like sex and cum.
"Let me be clear, you deserve to be punished for what you did to me, but you do deserve better than Jakob and Max. When we are done with them you won't have to do this again." My voice is cold again, but I feel awful for what I have made him do, and I can only imagine what they did to him. I try to remember my anger at Preston, but while I am holding his beautiful ravaged body all I can feel is sorrow. I tenderly kiss him on the forehead and ask, "What's next from here? When will you see them again?"
"Probably tomorrow, but not today. They have a double date with their girlfriends tonight, and they have church today. If they don't get any tonight they will want me tomorrow, but I never know until they text me." Says Preston, his voice weary.
"Did you sleep yet, or were you... Busy all night?" I pause not being able to say it.
"No, I haven't slept yet. Do mind if I just lay here for a bit?" He asks, already lowering his head on the end of the bed, his knees still on the ground.
"Come up here, you can sleep in my bed, it's still warm. I have to get up though, or my mom will come looking for me." I say, part of me wishing I could stay and hold him.
"Are you sure?" Preston asks timidly, looking my in the eyes. I can tell that he isn't used to people being kind to him, and again I feel pity for him.
"Yeah, I'm sure, don't make me say it again. Get up here and sleep, you'll need it." Preston climbs up into my bed, closing his eyes as he hits the pillow. I lean over him and tuck him in. With one last glance at his already sleeping body, I leave to get showered.
In the bathroom I look my body over. The bruises on my back are now a yellowish colour, but they are starting to look much better. My lips are still a bit bruised and swollen, and the lump on the top of my head is still large but covered by my short curly hair. I flex my arms and look at my toned, hairy, muscular chest. I don't quite have a six pack, but I am working towards one. I decide that I will go to the gym today and take a bit of a break from my vengeance streak. I feel as if the last three days have been a whirlwind and I need to slow down before I do something stupid and ruin my plans of revenge. I need to do something normal and wholesome before I completely fall apart at the seams, and I don't want my dream form this morning to become reality. I take a shower and decide I will see if my friend Zeke wants to work out, knowing he will probably say no.
Zeke has been my best friend since grade 1, and is the only person besides my family that knows I am gay. He is completely adorable with caramel coloured skin, soft brown eyes, and thin brown hair. Zeke never has to comb or style his hair in the morning because it always just falls into place, something I am so envious of. He is only 5'7, and has a small, slender body. I have also had a major crush on Zeke for as long as I have known him, and have imagined fucking him in so many different positions. He has a perfect small perky butt, and his clothes always show it off. He is always wearing silk or cotton shorts that fall over his ass just right, and I swear that sometimes he just does it to tease to tease me. Unfortunately, he is straight, and I value him too much as a friend to risk losing him over sex.
"Fuck no! I don't want too much muscle man, then I won't be cute!" he sends back with a smiley face emoji, and I laugh. For a straight guy, Zeke can be pretty gay sometimes.
"Come by my house later though, and we can game." He texts. I smile knowing this would be the perfect distraction, and I would hopefully be able to forget about my rape for a while.
I go to the gym and work out hard, starting with weights. The gym is quiet today, and there aren't many people here. I check out a few of the guys, and I notice Carson, one of Jakob's team mates, doing dead lifts. He is wearing white sweat shorts that are glued to his ass as he goes up and down. I stare at his is ass for a bit and notice that he is staring back at me through the mirror. I look away, embarrassed to have been caught checking him out. I can't help but look back again though, and I notice that he has hiked his shorts up a bit, and when he bends over I can see the bottom of his ass. I look back at him through the mirror and he winks at me.
I feel myself start to get hard, and my mind is racing. Is Carson gay? Is he like Jakob, and I am being a fool? My dick is taking over, and I keep staring at Carson for a bit. Eventually I think better of what I am doing, and I go finish my workout with some cardio. As I am running on the treadmill I wonder to myself if Jakob would have told anybody else on the football team about what he did to me. According to Preston, Jakob seemed intent on keeping it a secret. I take my frustration out by running harder, and pushing myself to my limit. Tired, I get off of the treadmill and go the changing room. I strip off my clothes and step into the shower area. I am alone here and I relax, starting to think about the way Carson's ass looked in his white sweat shorts. I close my eyes and start to stroke my hardening cock. The risk of getting caught turns me on, and I start to get into it. I let myself moan, and I hear my voice echo. I am so hard, I feel like I could bust at any moment.
"Want some help with that?" Carson asks, making me jump and let out a startled yell. I slip a bit and Carson steadies me, laughing. "Sorry man, didn't mean to scare you." He says as he wraps his arm around me and starts to stroke my cock.
"Carson I-" I try to interject, but fall silent as he kneels in front of me. I start to think I should probably slow down.
"Don't over think this James, it doesn't make you gay, it's just some fun" He says, looking up me, and I notice that his eyes are hazel. I open my mouth to tell him that I'm gay, but I lose my train of thought as he takes my cock in his mouth. I can't believe this is happening, and I am overwhelmed with sensations. The water is hot on my skin, and cement under my feet is rough. I curl my toes in pleasure and flex my feet, and the sensation of the rough floor beneath me sends waves of pleasure up my legs. The combination of Carson's mouth on my dick, the hot water pounding on my back, and the rough texture on my feet, and the risk of getting hot sends me over the edge, and I let out a load moan as I nut.
We both jump up as we hear the changing room door slam, and Carson takes the shower next to me. A guy walks into the shower and takes the spout next to Carson. Carson looks at me and winks, sticking out his tongue to show me my cum. The guy next to him turns and says, "You guys are pretty impressive for your age. Saw you on the bench press earlier, how much were you lifting?" to Carson.
Carson looks at me panicked, and tries to swallow my cum and talk at the same time, choking on my cum. The guy beside him pats him on the back, and Carson spews my load out on the floor. We both look at it in in horror as it slowly travels to the drain.
"I've heard of guys having a real throat phlegm problem before, but that was a lot!" The guy says. Carson and I look at each other and burst out laughing. We keep laughing and the guy says, "What?" making us laugh harder.
We finish showering and change. As we are leaving Carson says to me "That was close man, text me if you wanna do that again. Remember, it doesn't mean anything, so don't freak out!" And with that he jogs to his car and leaves, without giving me a chance to respond. I smile, thinking "So much for a normal day."
I look at the time and realize that I have taken more time than I had meant to., making me late for Zeke. I race over to Zeke's house, knowing that he probably doesn't care that I am late. I walk up to his house and let myself in. Mrs. Martinez is in the kitchen cooking dinner, and when she sees me she smiles and says, "James, what a pleasant surprise. Will you stay or dinner? I'll make you some rice pudding!". She knows that rice pudding is my favourite, and I can't help but smile, I love my mother, but Mrs. Martinez is a close second.
"I'd love to stay for dinner, but I have to check with my mom first, she likes to know where I am." I say, earning an even larger smile from Mrs. Martinez.
"You're such a good boy James. Why can't my son be more like you?" She says as I move past her to go to Zeke's room.
"I'm not that good Mrs. Martinez, but thank you for the compliment." I say, and Mrs. Martinez scoffs at me.
I walk down the hall to Zeke's room and open the door. Zeke is on the floor, laying on a pillow, controller in hand playing Halo 5. His room smells like boy, and I feel my dick twitch as I inhale. I walk across the room and open his blinds and window saying, "It reeks in here man, and you need some natural light or you will ruin your eyes."
He laughs at me and says "You've been here for 2 seconds and you're already giving me the 'dad' treatment? No wonder my mom loves you so much." I shift uncomfortably as Zeke compliments me.
I glare at him and say, "Whatever dude, I'm not 'dadding' you, I'm just being a friend." I hate it when he points out my tendency to be parental. He knows that I can't help it, and that it bugs me that I can't just relax and chill.
He laughs again, "You're so easy to tease James. Let's play, but first, I gotta piss." I watch his ass in his basketball shorts as he gets up, and wonder if Mrs. Martinez would love me so much if she knew what I wanted to do with that ass. I mentally chastise myself for being so dirty minded, and I wonder if any amount of sex will ever satiate my hunger.
Zeke and I play for a few hours, and Mrs. Martinez makes me rice pudding for dessert. I make sure to be as polite as possible, knowing that it will earn me points with Mrs. Martinez, not that I need any more. I leave Zeke's house at about 8 pm to go over my homework one last time and prepare myself for school the next day. When I arrive home Preston is gone, and my bed is neatly made. When I finally make it to bed I lay awake for some time, worrying about how I will handle school the next day, and hoping I can pull it off, that I can be strong enough to face my attackers, and whatever other surprises the day might hold. I finally fall asleep, and I pray for a dreamless night.
I wake in the morning to my alarm going off. I get out of bed and I am so nervous that I am a bit shaky. I hate that I am so weak, I haven't even seen the boys yet, and I am already a mess. I get showered and dressed. I pack my back and hastily leave the house. Preston is waiting in front of his house, leaning his sexy body against his Chevy Cruze. It isn't the best car in the world, but it is brand new, not something that many kids at school can claim, and a perk of having a rich dad.
"I brought you breakfast." Preston says as a greeting, and again he is looking at the ground. I notice that he is wearing his jock persona again, and I realize that he too must be worried about his day at school. "There is nothing to report so far, I haven't heard anything yet." Preston says as he hands me a bag with a bagel covered in cream cheese inside. Not the healthiest breakfast but a favourite of mine. If I wasn't so worried I might smile at him in gratitude, but I can't muster the strength.
"Thanks for breakfast, and good work. Remember to make eye contact Preston, It's important. I'll see you at school." I say in an emotionless voice, and I know I have to do better if I am going to win this fight. Preston watches me as I get in my car and drive off, looking like a lost puppy.
I eat the bagel on the way to school and start feeling a bit better. I mentally thank Preston again for the meal. I feel steadier and more like myself as I approach the school. I steel my nerves and walk in. I see Jakob and Max with a group of boys by the West entrance, so I go around, trying not to draw attention to myself.
I make it into the school without incident, and I remember my goals today. I have to act like nothing is wrong, and I have to maintain a good reputation, that will help divert suspicion from me when I get my revenge. I know that I am at war with these boys, even if they don't, I need to act accordingly. Even though I have changed, and I am now a vengeful creature, I must be the boy that I once was, I have to put on my war paint.
I will myself to be happy, to smile and to greet people as I walk by. I am friendly and peaceful, a reliable comrade and a familiar face. People smile back at me, and I find it easier to fall into my roll. I pass the Vice Principal and her face lights up as she sees me. She nods and greets me, and I can tell she is genuinely happy to see me. I feel my resolve strengthening as I remember my strengths, and my confidence is beginning to return. These boys have no idea what a grave mistake they made when they chose me as their target.
I go through the day building my confidence, and preparing for the last test of the day. I see Zeke at lunch and sit with him, and other people join us. We might not be on the football team, but we are kind, and that earns us a different form of popularity, and a bit of loyalty, I hope.
The last period of the day is gym, the only class that I have with Jakob. I get there early and change quickly, hoping to avoid him. I go into the gym and wait for the rest of the class. Waiting in the centre of the gym is Mr. Morrison, who is also the football coach. When He first met me he tried to recruit me for football, but I refused because violence was not in my nature, and I didn't want to draw attention to myself.
Mr. Malone is a young teacher, and so hot. I usually look forward to gym because I get to spend a little over an hour with him, and he is always wearing exercise clothing. He is about 30 years old, has brown hair with a buzz cut, and has a very built body. He is hairy, but I can tell that he manscapes. He has a six pack, and he definitely doesn't skip leg day. Today he is wearing a tight green Nike t-shirt with very small blue Nike shorts. Because Mr. Malone wears such skimpy gym attire, some of the other boys have started wearing smaller gym strip, and some have even cut holes in the sides of their shirts so that you can see their six packs when they turn sideways. Jakob is one of those boys.
Jakob runs into gym late and Mr. Malone frowns at him, but doesn't say anything. Mr. Malone tells us that we are playing volleyball today, and splits the class into 6 teams. Jakob ends up on my opposing team, and I groan internally. The game starts and immediately Jakob s playing aggressively, slamming balls in my direction. At first, I wonder if it is my imagination, but it keeps happening, and I know that he is trying to hurt me with the ball. I am athletic too though, and I am successful at returning the balls, but my arms are getting sore from the ball slamming into them.
Mr. Malone whistles for us to take a break and Jakob runs over to Mr. Malone. I watch as they chat, and they both turn to look at me. I feel a sense of foreboding, and I wonder what they could be talking about. Mr. Malone whistles again and the game is back on. Jakob looks at me and smirks, and I know I am in trouble. We begin to play and Jakob is aggressive again, and this time he manages to pelt me in the face with a ball. He laughs as the ball hits my face, and I feel enraged. I decide to let my guard down and I start playing more aggressively too. I slam the ball into him every chance I get, and I don't realize that he has stopped trying to hit me. I finally manage to get him in the face, and the ball gives him a bleeding nose. Mr. Malone whistles and yells my name, "JAMES! What the hell are you doing?"
I look and Jakob and see that he is smirking, blood running down his chin, and I know that I have been played. He has found the one person in this school that will take his side, and I have played right into his hands. I have underestimated Jakob; he understands that we are at war.
Mr. Malone tells me to go run 25 laps of the field outside, and I begrudgingly obey, knowing I will be stuck here late. I start running and curse myself for letting my guard down and losing control. I shouldn't have deviated from my plan, and I shouldn't have given into my base impulses. I have to be smarter if I am going to get what I want.
I also think about Jakob, and how he had played me. I wonder why he has it in for me so much, and what his motivation for being so aggressive with me is. Does he know that I am trying to get vengeance? Has Preston betrayed my confidence? And what were Jakob and Mr. Malone discussing when they were looking at me? I run harder as I think of all of the foolish mistakes I have made today, and I realize that I still don't have all the intel that I need. I need to know more, and I need to know soon.
I finish my laps 20 minutes after class is over, and when I return to the gym everyone is gone. I pass Mr. Malone's office on the way to get changed. Mr. Malone sees me and says, "James, come see me for a minute."
I walk in to the office in silence and I sit down. I am too tired to put on a pretence, and I let my dissatisfaction with Mr. Malone ooze out. I stare at him, my face filled with irritation and contempt.
"I watched you running, and you have good form James. In fact, you're an over-all star athlete, and I can't understand why you haven't joined a school sports team. I know that when you first started here you were nervous about hurting other people, but that was a few years ago, and it's time to grow up a bit." Mr. Malone states, and I stare at him in disbelief. I can't understand why he would think that after making me run laps and telling me to grow up he would think that I might do anything he says.
I struggle to keep my cool as I say, "I still don't like hurting people, and that's not something I'm going to grow out of. I have a large body, and a lot of the guys who play high school football aren't all that big. If I was to tackle one of them I could cause a serious injury, and I don't want to be responsible for that. As for other sports, I'm just not that into them. Sometimes I think about joining the volleyball team, but then I remember that those guys are all assholes, so I change my mind." I state, and I can see that Mr. Malone is getting impatient.
"Jakob spoke to me today and told me that you would make an excellent candidate for the football team. With Josiah off on a sprained ankle, we could really use you James. Jakob spoke very highly of you, and I am disappointed that you have treated him that way. I think that you have an attitude problem and joining the football team would be good for you. You need to learn to bond with the other guys and loosen up a bit. If I have to I will talk to the principal about your attitude and maybe your parents too. I don't want to force you into football, but I will if I have to." He says, and I look at him shocked.
"Jakob recommended me? He spoke highly of me?" I say, not understanding why Jakob would do that, my mind reeling.
"Yeah James, he did. Not everybody is as bad as you think, some of the guys really want to see you succeed, you just need to lighten up a bit." Mr. Malone says, almost sympathetically. "I want to see you at practise tomorrow after school at 3:30. Don't make me have to contact the Principal and your parents about your attitude today."
"Alright." I say, still shocked at what Mr. Malone had said. I leave his office and strip down for the shower. As I shower I wonder why Jakob would want me on the football team. I reason that he might have wanted it to seem like he was being nice to me and I acted irrationally, but that seems like an overly elaborate plan to get me in trouble. He can't have actually wanted me on the team though, and yet Mr. Malone insisted that he did. I can't make sense of Jakob's actions, and I am more frustrated than ever, when I hear a noise behind me.
I jump and turn to see Mr. Malone in the shower behind me, completely naked. My heart jumps and I am instantly turned on. I have fantasized about this moment for so long. I stare at his muscular back, and my eyes travel down to his hairy ass. My dick starts to harden, and he turns around to face me, revealing his large manhood. I stare at his dick, wondering how big it must get when it is hard.
"Sorry James, I normally shower after all the students have gone, but I couldn't wait today. Hope that you don't mind." Mr. Malone states seemingly unconcerned about the fact that I am staring at his dick. I blush and look away.
"Don't be embarrassed man, I get those all the time too." Mr. Malone states, and I notice he is looking at my hard dick.
"Shit!" I exclaim, and I turn around, hearing Mr. Malone laugh.
"Don't' worry bud, happens all the time." Mr. Malone says, still laughing. I rush to finish showering, and try my best not to think horny thoughts, hoping my dick will go down. My dick stays rock hard and I wish that I was alone so that I could take care of it. I worry about Mr. Malone seeing my hard dick again, even though he has already seen it. I rush to turn around and leave, moving forward with haste. I am startled when I see that Mr. Malone is at the entrance of the showers toweling off, and he is bent over toweling his calves. I try to stop and slide forward, my hard dick rubbing up against Mr. Malone's hot fuzzy ass. I moan in pleasure and Mr. Malone jumps up and moves away.
"Easy there tiger, I don't do that at school. Maybe you should you know, take care of that." Mr. Malone states, and with a wink he turns and leaves, giving me an unobstructed view of his perfect ass walking away. I can't help myself and I jerk my dick, the feeling of Mr. Malone's fuzzy ass against my dick still fresh in my memory. I bust my load in three strokes, and I decide to leave it there on the shower floor, horny at the idea of somebody finding it. I change and I leave the school, wondering what Mr. Malone meant about "not doing that at school", and I wonder if he hooks up with guys outside of school. I decide that it is probably too much to hope for.
As I drive home I think on the day's events, and on how crazy the last few days have been. I desperately need a normal day to clear my thoughts and process all that has happened, but I know now that the chances of that happening are slim. I still can't decide whether or not it was actually Jakob's intention to get me on the football team, and I decide that the only way to find out for sure is to go. I wonder if it is some sort of trap, and what game Jakob is playing at, and what his goal is. The only way to win is to play, and maybe if I can get on the team I can shake up his support group, which will help on my journey to revenge.
I get home and I decide to put my thoughts of revenge to the side, and I decide to try and at least have a normal evening at home with my family. I walk in the front door and I can smell my favourite meal, lasagne. My stomach rumbles in response almost immediately, and I look forward to the delicious meal. I walk into the kitchen to greet my mom.
"James, guess who's coming for dinner? Your father has made a new friend at the gym, and apparently, he has a son your age that goes to the same school as you. Anyway, they should be here any minute." She says, and I feel the hairs on the back on my neck stand on edge.
"Who's coming for dinner?" I say, dreading the answer.
"I can't quite remember, but I think that his dad is a cop." She says as my heart drops. "His son's name is Matt or Max I think." I let out a loud sigh, knowing that my evening would be far from normal.