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I’ve always known me and my friends were not the most popular guys in school. Ever since middle school we were a tight-knit group of dorks who liked reading books and comics, watching niche series and movies and sharing our fandom stuff. But being ‘weird’ is the worst sin you can apparently commit, so my pals, Lewis and Felix, and me, Henry, always stayed alone, and we were fine with that.
But once we got to high school people went from ignoring us to acting on their disgust. My friends really got it bad, name calling, pushing, stealing, the sorts. I was luckier, my dad was the principal and my mom was on the school board so people did not dare to mess with me, but it still pained me to see how my friends were treated.
From all the bullies there was one who stood out. Travis Parker had been in the same school as me since the first grade and he was a bully to weaker kids from day one. Travis didn’t have a bad home life or a sad traumatic backstory, he was just sadistic and thought he was better than everyone. He treated my friends worse than dirt under his shoe. It wasn’t just your normal hitting and insulting, he organized his friends to torture mine everyday, they yelled at them everytime they walked near their presence, spread horrible rumors, they cornered them to beat and spit on them and even harassed them online until they deleted their accounts.
I was always there to fix the pieces but I still felt like a traitor, I didn’t suffer the consequences of being different just because of who my parents were. I had nightmares of me consoling my best friends and Travis looking at me with that piercing gaze he always gave me, it was like he was scanning each of my pieces individually, like he could read my mind.
In all honesty, I was terrified of him, and maybe I still am, but seeing the boys that have been here for me damp more and more everyday while I stood there and watched gave me the last push I needed to do something. I thought about telling my father, but I knew being labeled snitches would just make things worse, so I decided to do something drastic and stupid, trying to negotiate with Travis.
I pondered about what I had to offer to a guy like that. He smocked and probably also drank at parties, but I would be a burden more than help at getting that, he liked wrestling and was on the team at school, but I rathered not have anything to do with him tackling me, he didn’t have a girlfriend but I also would not be very helpful as a matchmaker and I didn’t know if I could sleep at night having subjected someone to Travis.
I ended up landing on money, everyone liked money. I had a much higher allowance than most teens my age and I made extra from tutoring so I had no problem sparing, I didn’t go out much anyway. I felt bad that now the rest of Travis’ victims would have to experience extra abuse, but they were not my problem.
I went to bed feeling confident but that didn’t translate to my morning self. I put a stash of cash in my bag and got on the bus to school. That day my legs felt like jelly, I was going to confront Travis on my own and I was going to offer him money to leave my friends alone. I knew he could very well steal my money and flush me down the toilet, but I was stil going to try
Travis always took a smoke break in the bathrooms near the basketball courts during club hours, no one used them and even the school had stopped maintaining them, so we would certainly be just the two of us.
I walked cautiously and opened the door, there he was taking a puff of his cigarette, he saw me and his face turned to surprise and then to annoyance.
“What the hell are you doing here, turd?”
The thought of running away while I could flashed through my mind, but I was already here, I needed to commit to what I had planned.
“I need to talk to you about something, Travis.” I said, trying to sound confident while inside I was trying not to shit myself. “Your bullying of my friends needs to stop, now.”
Travis dropped his cigarette to the floor and stomped on it. “Yeah?” He has a mocking grin on his face. “And what are you planning to do about it, fag?” He put his hand on the crown of my head and forced my eyes to meet his.
My heart was beating so hard it threatened to jump out of my chest and I was sweating bullets. I closed my eyes and with raged breaths and took the cash out of my bag, presenting it to him like if he was a vampire and I was holding a cross.
“You can keep this. And if you leave my friends alone I’ll give you more of this every month.” I tried to say it without stuttering, but I knew it must have sounded pathetic.
Travis froze for a second, like his mind was trying to compute what this meant, then he laughed bitterly. “Really? You’re willing to pay me just so I leave those suckers alone?” He slapped my hand, making me drop the cash. “You are so fucking pathetic.”
At this point my lips were quivering as much as my legs and my face was the shade of a fire hydrant. I was starting to regret even thinking of rationalizing with this bastard.
Travis grabbed the sides of my face and licked his lips. “You wanna know what you can do for those bitches, huh? I’ll show you.” He laughed again and pulled me down by my hair to my knees. “I don't want your stupid money, Henry, if you want your little friends safe you better give me what I really want.” Travis spat, there was resentment in his voice, like if my money offer was a personal insult.
“And what do you want?!” I asked, my fear wasn't concealing itself anymore, now avoiding getting myself mauled became top priority.
Travis scoffed, he looked more and more like a wild animal. “You know what I want, you’ve always known, you fucking faggy tease.”
“I-i don't know what you mean!” I didn’t want to cry from stress but I felt my nerves throb. I was going to either pee, shit myself, puke, cry or everything at once.
“Stop lying! You’ve always been blind of what happens between us. Ever since elementary school, I’ve wanted you, I’ve needed you, you are different from everyone else and you were made for me!” Travis growled and his grip on my hair tightened. “But you always ignore me, it fucking hurts, Henry, why the fuck do you always look at me like I had rabbies?! Why didn't you even talk to me?!”
I didn't know how to answer, I was terrified that Travis was losing his mind, but even then I still felt a bit flattered that a handsome, fit guy could be interested in me, even if he was crazy. “How was I supposed to know how you felt about me!? You never talked to me either! You tortured my friends for fuck’s sake!” I felt a few stray tears run down my face, I looked like a deer caught in a bear trap.
Travis’ breath got softer, his demeanor was somehow calmer, I didn't know if it was because of seeing me cry or because of what I said. “Fuck… You really have no idea how much I want you, don't you?” Travis' other hand reached for my cheeks, he caressed it and wiped a few stray tears.
I shook my head, this was all new to me. I didn't think Travis was capable of feeling anything for anyone, much less for me. All his hateful glares had hidden intentions and somehow he decided that it was my responsibility to know.
His face morphed to something uncharacteristically soft and even tender. “Look, forget about money, you’re gonna be mine, only mine, you hear me? And I’ll even leave your stupid friends alone. Deal?”
I breathed deeply, my brain was still in panic mode but we were actually getting somewhere. He wasn’t frothing at the mouth anymore and even if the thought of being his made my skin crawl, he was willing to make a deal with me. “What do you want from me?”
“Just do what I tell you and keep your mouth shut, easy work, even for you.” Travis' eyes stuck to my face like daggers and his lips curled to an arrogant smirk, he knew he had me where he wanted, I had walked into a trap of my own making and I couldn't back down now.
“Alright, I will do whatever you want, just… Please make sure my friends will be okay.” Even I could hear how pathetic and passive that sounded, it appeared to get him even more excited.
He released his grip on my hair and I finally felt my heartbeat relaxing, I was panting while looking at the floor, regaining my calm, when I heard the sound of a zipper coming off and felt a pole of hot, sticky flesh on my forehead, my whole body stopped functioning at once trying to rationalize what was happening, but I had a feeling I knew what was coming.
I looked up and his dick slipped to my cheek, it was hard and I could feel it pulsing and leaking drops of precum, definitely bigger than average too.
“What…?” It was the only thing that I could muster. Travis slapped my hand lightly, not hard enough to hurt but enough to send a pang of humiliation across my body.
“You know what to do with it, don't play dumb.” Travis forced my hand around his dick and started jerking himself slowly.
“You must know how to give a blowjob, like any fag should.”
I recoiled a little, my face showing barely contained disgust, I had never touched a dick that wasn't my own and the feeling was foreign and slimy. But the fact that I was touching his dick wasn't the worst, is what he wanted me to do, I should have expected things would go this way but I didn't think he would turn into a pervert this quick.
He groaned with pleasure. “Good boy, now get your mouth here.” After saying that he gripped my hair again and pushed my head against his cock, now being up close I could sense its nasty odor. I tried licking it while breathing through my mouth, it worked for the first few seconds but Travis soon wanted more.
He grabbed my chin and opened my jaw open. He stuck his penis down my throat and I immediately choked and coughed, he backtracked and pushed back until only the tip and a few inches remained.
He started fucking my face, gently at first but getting rougher by the thrust, he didn't try to force his whole dick inside again but due to my null experience I still felt my gag reflex suffering and drool ran down my chin, it was disgusting but Travis seemed to be into it.
“Fuck yeah… You are so good, baby.” Travis moaned. “You little fag, you have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed about you blowing me, almost everynight.”
He used my hair as a lever, the pressure at least helped to ignore the sensation of sucking Travis' cock. Part of me actually felt a warm pool on my stomach at Travis’ somehow loving words, but I also felt ashamed and angry that the only person who has ever been into me was this asshole.
He released me and I regained my normal breathing, but the break didn't last long, he grabbed my forearm and lifted me up.
I stumbled and leaned on the sink for support.
“Stop throwing me around like a ragdoll!” I yelled, he got behind me and he turned on the faucet and helped me splash some water on my face.
“You are easy to throw around, even if I ain't trying.” Travis replied with an annoying indifference.
Travis squeezed my butt and I let out a squeal, this seemed to amuse him. He grabbed my pants and pulled them down.
“What the hell?” I squeaked. I went to pull them back up but he stopped my hand.
“Are you going to go through with our deal or are you going to chicken out now?” Travis asked, he mockingly laughed at me.
Humiliation spread through my face and refused to face him. He removed my underwear too and started to knead my ass like it was dough, I thanked whatever deity was looking after me for no-one using this bathroom.
Cold air brushed my hole before being covered by a disgusting gop of spit, then I felt Travis fingers rubbing the ring of my hole. I knew what was coming but the feeling of a finger forcing its way into my previously untouched hole made me scream like a pig.
Travis laughed at my misery. “Dude, it’s just my middle finger, you are not gonna die.” He fingered my hole, first with only one digit, then he added another.
I bit my lip. I didn’t want to give Travis the satisfaction of hearing me squeal, but when Travis added a third finger and started to scissor them inside my passage I had to switch from my lower lip to my thumb.
Travis’ fingers were soon replaced by his cock. I had to grab the faucet with my free hand because Travis fucking me without any restrain. Switching between getting his dick almost out, only the tip remaining inside, before thrusting it inside again quickly and burying himself balls deep and doing fast, small thrusts. It seemed he didn’t give a crap about being heard, he slapped his hips against me and he let out loud groans, mumbling dirty taunts every now and then.
“Be quiet! Someone is going to hear us!” I whispered quickly.
“Shut up!” Travis inserted a couple of his fingers inside my mouth, they tasted like my ass and his spit. “I’m almost done!”
The movement of Travis’ hips got bruisingly rapid and his panting sounded like an animal. It didn’t take long for Travis to come, his seed flooded my ass and Travis didn’t pull out until he released his last drop. When he finally did he cleaned his dick with tap water and dried it with his underwear, something that looked gross in my eyes but I was the one with sticky cum oozing out of my hole, I wasn't one to talk.
Travis zipped his pants on. “Remember, no word about this to anyone.” He told me, his expression was one of complete seriousness.
“Don’t worry, nobody will know about this, especially not from me.” I snapped back, rubbing my poor, abused, backside.
Travis grinned. “You are a good boy, Henry.” He patted my head patronisingly before walking out of the bathroom, leaving me alone with my hole full of him.
I probably won’t ever get over this, but at least nobody can’t say I don’t love my buddies.