Last day of school (M/MM) + prequel
Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2020 8:18 am
Everyone was excited and the hall was filled with loud buzzing. The upcoming college life or the lack of it, keeping in touch with friends or finally escaping from ill-fated relationships, deciding, whether or not, to take revenge on a certain professor’s car, they were all common concerns on that day.
Douglas, Frank, and Nolan were next to their lockers, chatting about their future in Berkeley when they spotted a large figure coming their way.
“Of course”, said Frank as soon as he recognized the school bully, evaporating his hopes of having a nice day.
The tall and muscled jock smacked hard the open door of Nolan’s locker, making the boys even more nervous.
“You, idiots, are coming with me. Now!”
“C’mon, Bryce. Can’t we just put everything behind and behave like the adults we almost are? At least for once?”, asked Douglas, the freckled guy.
“Fair enough. Can you, idiots, come with me, please? Now!”
“Well, he said please”, sighed Douglas, who followed the jock with a resigned expression.
“Was that so hard?”, Frank commented and joined the others.
They had given up on resisting a long time before, ever since they tried to face him and ganged up on the much larger guy, resulting in the three of them clad in just their underwear, hogtied together in some sort of human Gordian knot, sucking on the socks of the others, which had been crammed into their mouths as gags. Always wearing small, clean socks had been another lesson and a true friendship vow.
When they stopped in front of a tree, past the backyard, the scrawny boys started to fancy all kinds of torments. Bryce only seemed to have two talents: torture and sports. Being attractive to the ladies, unlike his teammates, was not one of his strong cards. His good looks couldn’t keep up with his douchebagness. Everyone was surprised he managed to stay with Alexa for so long.
The friends expected a grand finale to the years of humiliation, but despite their vivid memories and active imagination, none of them anticipated what came afterward.
“Here’s some rope. Tie me up to the tree and indulge yourselves”, said Bryce as he handed a couple of bundles to Frank and took off his jacket, “but make sure to have everything recorded”.
All three friends suffered from paralysis due to confusion. Oblivious to this, Bryce assumed his position, with his back against the tree trunk and his hands holding each a low branch. Nolan was the first to react and began to bind the jock’s wrists, something he had to do on his tiptoes.
“Hey!”, shouted the bully. Norman fell on his buttocks, only to notice he wasn’t being addressed. “I think I told you to record everything”.
Douglas took his cellphone and obeyed, while Frank assisted Nolan in tying up their tormentor. They also bound the boy’s torso and legs, putting him in a completely defenseless position. When they finished, the took a moment to enjoy such a surreal moment. After all those years, they had Bryce right where they wanted him. A big question raised: what should they do, then?
“Purple nipples”, “a red belly”, “pantsing him”, were the ideas that popped out first, making Bryce smirk with some despise.
“OK, guys, he needs to be gagged more than anything”, said the usually quiet Nolan, “and we know that our socks are too good for his mouth, so what about his?”.
The bound bully sighed again when he heard it, for he had just had a shower that morning, but got worried when he realized that the guy with glasses was pointing at Christopher, his worldwide-famously filthy teammate and Alexa’s brother who had stopped by to watch the show. The boy was glad to cooperate and even the three friends felt sorry for Bryce when they were given the instruments of torture.
“Would you let us do this?” Frank asked shyly, holding the socks close to the victim.
“I’m tied up, aren’t I? It’s not like I can stop you”.
“He’s right, gimme that”, Nolan said, taking the socks off his friend’s hand and holding the bully’s jaw in a swift movement. He pushed the nasty cloths inside the bound boy’s mouth, not without some resistance, mostly due to their very taste, and used his own socks to wrap the victim’s head and keep them inside.
The boy with glasses pinched one of Bryce’s nipples and looked him sternly in the eye. A grunt announced that his treatment was being effective. Christopher snickered when he considered his mission there accomplished and walked away.
“Guys, why is he doing this?”, Douglas asked. They had been so shocked by the offer, and then, so excited by the opportunity that they didn’t really stop to think of the motives for their bully to allow himself to be treated like that.
“I don’t think he can answer that now”, replied Nolan. “Never mind, he’ll tell us once we’re done”. The boy considered they were caught underprepared, so he instructed his friends to continue while he looked for something to work with.
Frank produced a marker and began drawing all over Bryce’s face. When he ran out of skin there, he lifted the bully’s t-shirt over his head and resumed his work, this time on the chest and belly. As collateral damage, the bound boy started laughing hard underneath his gag, accidentally inviting his captor to continue, and make emphasis on the most ticklish spots.
Nolan returned with food from the cafeteria and things he found in the lab, is the latest what drawn the most attention.
“I think he needs a makeover, so I brought this to bleach his hair”, Nolan answered to his friends. He felt the muffled grunt like a personal victory.
The boy with glasses had put googles on Bryce, to prevent any damage, and was about to pour the hydrogen peroxide over his head when Frank stopped him.
“Hey, no need to be sloppy. Let me do it”.
Frank carefully pulled Bryce’s head back and took his time to craft some zebra pattern on the boy’s dark hair.
“So, what do you think?”, Frank asked his friends, more for reassurance.
“It actually looks pretty cool, though it wasn’t really the point”, Douglas commented as he passed an arm over his friend’s shoulder.
Bryce, who had been calm and cooperative during the whole process, now was eager to see the outcome.
“OK, ladies, if we’re done with this, let’s turn this jerk into a salad, shall we?”, announced Nolan.
First of all, he smashed an egg on his victim’s head. With satisfaction flowing through his body, he picked up his bag filled with food and started running around the tree, throwing stuff at his defenseless bully. Frank quickly joined him. Mayonnaise and other substances quickly followed until Bryce could be hardly recognized underneath. Nolan put two eggs down the bully’s pants and slapped the area hard enough to break them. Even Douglas was excited and put his phone aside to participate, causing a so far stoic Bryce to start grunting immediately.
“Oh, the phone. It’s OK, I got it”, said Frank, who continued with the paused recording.
Eventually, the guys ran out of items and took a couple of selfies to remember such a satisfying moment. Before they started to untie Bryce, Douglas took off the gag to ask the boy why he had let them do that to him and was surprised when he was asked to record the answer.
“This is what I deserve, Alexa. You’re the best girl somebody could ask for and for whatever reason, you decided to be my girlfriend. I know I messed up. I’m not asking you to come back to me, though there’s nothing I want more. I only hope this can help you forgive this idiot”. At that moment, Bryce couldn’t continue, and Douglas stopped recording.
The freckled boy dared to hug the bound, filthy guy. Bryce, on the other hand, didn’t even ask for his release and started sobbing on Douglas’ shoulder. It was a weird moment for everybody. When it was over, they all started to untie the bully.
“I’m sorry about your clothes, dude. Take my jacket”, said Bryce, referring to Douglas’ stained shirt.
“I’m afraid you’re gonna need it more”, responded the freckled boy with an apologetic smile.
Nobody asked what had happened between Bryce and his girlfriend. They were thankful that it allowed them to have their little vendetta but couldn’t help to feel sorry about that douche who had made their lives so hard for years.
“Do you think Alexa is taking him back?”, asked Nolan to his friends as they headed home.
“I hope so”, said Douglas.
“So do I. I’d also like to know what Bryce will think of his new hairstyle”, Frank commented.
“I’m sure he’ll appreciate your hard work. Hey, it might even get trendy”, Nolan answered.
It was nothing like they had expected that day to be, but they would remember it for the years to come.
Douglas, Frank, and Nolan were next to their lockers, chatting about their future in Berkeley when they spotted a large figure coming their way.
“Of course”, said Frank as soon as he recognized the school bully, evaporating his hopes of having a nice day.
The tall and muscled jock smacked hard the open door of Nolan’s locker, making the boys even more nervous.
“You, idiots, are coming with me. Now!”
“C’mon, Bryce. Can’t we just put everything behind and behave like the adults we almost are? At least for once?”, asked Douglas, the freckled guy.
“Fair enough. Can you, idiots, come with me, please? Now!”
“Well, he said please”, sighed Douglas, who followed the jock with a resigned expression.
“Was that so hard?”, Frank commented and joined the others.
They had given up on resisting a long time before, ever since they tried to face him and ganged up on the much larger guy, resulting in the three of them clad in just their underwear, hogtied together in some sort of human Gordian knot, sucking on the socks of the others, which had been crammed into their mouths as gags. Always wearing small, clean socks had been another lesson and a true friendship vow.
When they stopped in front of a tree, past the backyard, the scrawny boys started to fancy all kinds of torments. Bryce only seemed to have two talents: torture and sports. Being attractive to the ladies, unlike his teammates, was not one of his strong cards. His good looks couldn’t keep up with his douchebagness. Everyone was surprised he managed to stay with Alexa for so long.
The friends expected a grand finale to the years of humiliation, but despite their vivid memories and active imagination, none of them anticipated what came afterward.
“Here’s some rope. Tie me up to the tree and indulge yourselves”, said Bryce as he handed a couple of bundles to Frank and took off his jacket, “but make sure to have everything recorded”.
All three friends suffered from paralysis due to confusion. Oblivious to this, Bryce assumed his position, with his back against the tree trunk and his hands holding each a low branch. Nolan was the first to react and began to bind the jock’s wrists, something he had to do on his tiptoes.
“Hey!”, shouted the bully. Norman fell on his buttocks, only to notice he wasn’t being addressed. “I think I told you to record everything”.
Douglas took his cellphone and obeyed, while Frank assisted Nolan in tying up their tormentor. They also bound the boy’s torso and legs, putting him in a completely defenseless position. When they finished, the took a moment to enjoy such a surreal moment. After all those years, they had Bryce right where they wanted him. A big question raised: what should they do, then?
“Purple nipples”, “a red belly”, “pantsing him”, were the ideas that popped out first, making Bryce smirk with some despise.
“OK, guys, he needs to be gagged more than anything”, said the usually quiet Nolan, “and we know that our socks are too good for his mouth, so what about his?”.
The bound bully sighed again when he heard it, for he had just had a shower that morning, but got worried when he realized that the guy with glasses was pointing at Christopher, his worldwide-famously filthy teammate and Alexa’s brother who had stopped by to watch the show. The boy was glad to cooperate and even the three friends felt sorry for Bryce when they were given the instruments of torture.
“Would you let us do this?” Frank asked shyly, holding the socks close to the victim.
“I’m tied up, aren’t I? It’s not like I can stop you”.
“He’s right, gimme that”, Nolan said, taking the socks off his friend’s hand and holding the bully’s jaw in a swift movement. He pushed the nasty cloths inside the bound boy’s mouth, not without some resistance, mostly due to their very taste, and used his own socks to wrap the victim’s head and keep them inside.
The boy with glasses pinched one of Bryce’s nipples and looked him sternly in the eye. A grunt announced that his treatment was being effective. Christopher snickered when he considered his mission there accomplished and walked away.
“Guys, why is he doing this?”, Douglas asked. They had been so shocked by the offer, and then, so excited by the opportunity that they didn’t really stop to think of the motives for their bully to allow himself to be treated like that.
“I don’t think he can answer that now”, replied Nolan. “Never mind, he’ll tell us once we’re done”. The boy considered they were caught underprepared, so he instructed his friends to continue while he looked for something to work with.
Frank produced a marker and began drawing all over Bryce’s face. When he ran out of skin there, he lifted the bully’s t-shirt over his head and resumed his work, this time on the chest and belly. As collateral damage, the bound boy started laughing hard underneath his gag, accidentally inviting his captor to continue, and make emphasis on the most ticklish spots.
Nolan returned with food from the cafeteria and things he found in the lab, is the latest what drawn the most attention.
“I think he needs a makeover, so I brought this to bleach his hair”, Nolan answered to his friends. He felt the muffled grunt like a personal victory.
The boy with glasses had put googles on Bryce, to prevent any damage, and was about to pour the hydrogen peroxide over his head when Frank stopped him.
“Hey, no need to be sloppy. Let me do it”.
Frank carefully pulled Bryce’s head back and took his time to craft some zebra pattern on the boy’s dark hair.
“So, what do you think?”, Frank asked his friends, more for reassurance.
“It actually looks pretty cool, though it wasn’t really the point”, Douglas commented as he passed an arm over his friend’s shoulder.
Bryce, who had been calm and cooperative during the whole process, now was eager to see the outcome.
“OK, ladies, if we’re done with this, let’s turn this jerk into a salad, shall we?”, announced Nolan.
First of all, he smashed an egg on his victim’s head. With satisfaction flowing through his body, he picked up his bag filled with food and started running around the tree, throwing stuff at his defenseless bully. Frank quickly joined him. Mayonnaise and other substances quickly followed until Bryce could be hardly recognized underneath. Nolan put two eggs down the bully’s pants and slapped the area hard enough to break them. Even Douglas was excited and put his phone aside to participate, causing a so far stoic Bryce to start grunting immediately.
“Oh, the phone. It’s OK, I got it”, said Frank, who continued with the paused recording.
Eventually, the guys ran out of items and took a couple of selfies to remember such a satisfying moment. Before they started to untie Bryce, Douglas took off the gag to ask the boy why he had let them do that to him and was surprised when he was asked to record the answer.
“This is what I deserve, Alexa. You’re the best girl somebody could ask for and for whatever reason, you decided to be my girlfriend. I know I messed up. I’m not asking you to come back to me, though there’s nothing I want more. I only hope this can help you forgive this idiot”. At that moment, Bryce couldn’t continue, and Douglas stopped recording.
The freckled boy dared to hug the bound, filthy guy. Bryce, on the other hand, didn’t even ask for his release and started sobbing on Douglas’ shoulder. It was a weird moment for everybody. When it was over, they all started to untie the bully.
“I’m sorry about your clothes, dude. Take my jacket”, said Bryce, referring to Douglas’ stained shirt.
“I’m afraid you’re gonna need it more”, responded the freckled boy with an apologetic smile.
Nobody asked what had happened between Bryce and his girlfriend. They were thankful that it allowed them to have their little vendetta but couldn’t help to feel sorry about that douche who had made their lives so hard for years.
“Do you think Alexa is taking him back?”, asked Nolan to his friends as they headed home.
“I hope so”, said Douglas.
“So do I. I’d also like to know what Bryce will think of his new hairstyle”, Frank commented.
“I’m sure he’ll appreciate your hard work. Hey, it might even get trendy”, Nolan answered.
It was nothing like they had expected that day to be, but they would remember it for the years to come.