This takes place in the same town as my ‘Welcome to the neighbourhood’ series. You don’t need to have read it to enjoy this story, but there may be more of a crossover in the future.
I hate school. I mean, I really hate school. It’s not the classes. I like learning, I don’t mind doing homework, and I never get into any trouble. It’s not even the teachers, though, if they do talk to me, it is usually about my genius older sister. Annoying, but nothing I’m not used to. What makes me dread going to school, what keeps me up at night desperately trying to think of a way to avoid going, is just one other student. Mark.
He isn’t your typical thug football player bully. He is a science geek. He wasn’t even that popular. He doesn’t have a gang of followers to help beat me up. He doesn’t need them. He doesn’t take my lunch money, push me around or make me do his schoolwork.
It is much worse than that.
I should explain how it all started.
A few weeks ago, I passed the girls’ gymnasium and could see they were all facing away from the window, jumping rope. In my defence, I have never had much success with girls. I’m short, scrawny and not the outgoing type. I guess I did linger by the window, watching as the roomful of girls who would never look twice at me jumped up and down. I’m not proud of it. I’m not a freak or anything. It was just a moment of weakness. I must have stood still for just a few seconds before I heard the snapping sound of a phone camera. Turning around, it was Mark. ‘Ben isn’t it?’ He said. ‘We are in the same Maths class. Didn’t take you for a pervert.’
‘I’m not! I was just-’
‘Oogling the girls like a perv?’
‘No!’
‘That’s not what this picture will make people think, ’ Mark kept his distance but showed me his phone screen. It didn’t look good.
That’s how the blackmail started. Just a few seconds, and having the bad luck of Mark being behind me.
But things had been escalating lately, and there was nothing I could do. Mark could ruin my life. If he showed those pictures to anyone, I would be kicked out of school.
Mark strolled up to the lockers and leaned on them. He was taller than me, with a swimmer’s physique and dark, scruffy hair.
‘Hey, Ben, how’s it going?’ he said.
‘Oh, hey,’ my voice was sullen. I knew Mark’s polite, sunny demeanour was all part of his act. Mark was smart. Like really smart. To anyone watching, Mark wanted our conversations to appear as if it was just two friends talking.
‘I take it you did what I told you?’ He asked with a confident smirk. It was a pointless question. Mark knew there was no chance I would chicken out. I nodded, not trusting my voice. ‘Good, so hand them over.’
‘What here?’
‘Yes, here, just be quick.’
I slid my bag off my back and opened it, looking around just in case anyone was watching. Lessons were about to start, so the corridor was mostly empty; the few people left were preoccupied with getting to their classrooms on time. As quick as I could, I shoved a hand into my bag until I felt lace. I swiftly pulled out a red pair of my mother’s underwear.
Mark, grinning, took them and shoved them into a pocket. ‘Ah, good, I knew I could count on you. I want a pair of your sisters on Monday.’
‘What?’
‘You heard me. Oh, and a bra, too.’
‘I can’t…’ I stammered. Stealing my mum’s underwear for this pervert was one thing. I loved her, but my ditsy mother would lose her head if it wasn’t attached. My sister was a different story. She was a chess champion and had been moved up a year in school. My sister was a legitimate genius. There was no way I could swipe anything of hers without her noticing.
‘Hmmm, I think you can, you really should believe in yourself more, Ben. Self-esteem is important.’ Mark smiled again. ‘I’ll give you the weekend.’ Not waiting for a response, he gave me a pat on the shoulder and walked off to class.
I stood at my locker, just trying to keep breathing without screaming. I thought about running away, or faking my own death. Either one seemed better than my life right now.
My final class of the day was English with Miss St. Claire. I always liked English, and Miss St. Claire was a good teacher, always in a good mood and genuinely enthusiastic about the subject. She seemed to genuinely care about her students as well. She was a short, plump woman with curly blonde hair. A lot of students laughed about her weight, and there was a rumour around school that she was pregnant; plenty of boys thought her already big boobs were getting even bigger.
It was a lesson on Shakespeare, and as usual, I was the only one who had done the reading. While other people talked, gossiping about the new kid, Jake, or checked their phones, I answered questions and at least tried to help Miss St. Claire keep the lesson going. With the hour over and people leaving, Miss St Claire brushed a hand over my arm and said, ‘Thank you, Ben, I do appreciate all your work, you know.’
‘I.. err yeah, no problem.’
I wanted to stay and talk longer, but I left her class quickly, not wanting any more people to think I was a teacher’s pet. With the last lesson of the day done, I headed home, walking the twenty minutes or so, grateful not to see Mark again. Hopefully, he would leave me alone until Monday. My sister had chess club, and my mother wouldn’t finish work for another couple of hours, so I knew I had the place to myself for a little while.
I began to ruminate on Mark’s demand. I could just swipe the underwear now. Take a pair from the laundry basket or from her room, or the washing line, maybe? I felt like such a creep even thinking about it. Wherever I took them from, Sarah would notice them gone pretty quickly, and there were only two suspects in the house. Sarah was tall, even taller than me, and her hips were huge, like massive, so big she had to order her trousers and underwear online kinda big. They were expensive, so some going missing would not go unnoticed.
I collapsed on the sofa to worry about it some more.
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Crap. It was a text from Mark. What could he want? I just wanted to be left alone, to have a few minutes without him ruining my life.
How is my best friend? Are you home alone? I need to give you a phone call.
I thought about lying, saying I was with family or something, but before I could text back, my phone started to ring. Crap.
‘This isn’t a good time, Mark.’ I said.
‘Why? Your sister is at chess club and your mum works late at the hospital on Thursdays.’ As he said it, I could hear him smile. Of course, he knew. Defeated, my shoulders slumped.
‘What do you want?’ I said.
‘Well, that isn’t very polite, can’t I just be giving my friend a phone call?’ I heard his voice get quieter as if he moved the phone away from his mouth. ‘Can you believe this guy?’ he asked. I froze, and I felt my mouth go dry. He was with someone else. I stood up from the sofa and started to pace with nervous energy. ‘Hey, you know Abeni, don’t you?’ Like he even needed to ask. She was an African grirl in my science class. We didn’t really talk, but she was very pretty, very petite, and competed as a gymnast.
‘Yeah…’ I said.
‘Well, say hello.’
‘Umm, hi Abeni,’ I tried not to sound panicked, but my voice still came out as a squeak.
‘She would say hi back, but her mouth is full at the moment.’ Mark said. As he did, I heard a loud gag. Oh God, was she? Was Mark calling me while he was having sex?
‘Mark pleas-’
‘Don’t you hang up, I want you to hear this. A perv freak like you probably gets off to this kinda of stuff, right?’
I couldn’t answer; I was standing in my living room, frozen, my phone pressed to my ear. I could hear my heart thumping in my chest. Had he told her? I heard more gagging and spitting followed by Mark moaning.
‘Nothing beats a girl who can deepthroat.’ He groaned. ‘Don’t you agree, Ben?’
I heard a splutter and then Abeni speak in her thick accent. ‘Wait, that’s Ben on the phone? Why are you calling that loser?’
‘I didn’t want him feeling lonely, now get back to work.’ Mark said. My face was burning red, and despite being called a loser and my bully forcing me to listen to him get sucked off, I was getting turned on, and I hated myself for it. ‘Enjoying the noises, Ben? Getting you hard? Hear have a closer listen.’ Mark must have put the phone right next to Abeni because all I could hear was slurping and gagging. Then, the sloppy slick sounds of hands sliding over wet cock.
‘You liking this, Ben?’ Abeni said before clicking her teeth. ‘You perv cuck. Always knew you were a pathetic virgin.’
‘I…’
‘Aww, nothing to say? I’m the one loving on this fat cock, and you’re the bitch here. I bet your little dick is hard. Bet your hand is down your trousers already. Bet you are not as big as Mark, I need two hands to stroke him, and there is shaft left over.’
I wasn’t touching myself. I didn’t need to. I had already cum when I heard Abeni call me a pathetic virgin. I could feel the warm wetness run down my leg. I heard the phone move, and Mark spoke.
‘Isn’t she fun? I am going to have to hang up in a second. I am going to need my hands free to fuck this little slut senseless, but could you do me a favour first?’
‘Yes…’ I whispered, knowing I had no choice.
‘You are going to have to speak up, Ben.’
‘Yes, Mark.’ I said, I had to clear my throat, and it almost sounded like a bark.
‘Tell Abeni to stick her tongue up my ass.’
‘Abeni?’ I said, my voice thick ‘Stick your tongue up Mark’s ass.’ I immediately heard Mark moan, and he hung up.
I stood there for a minute before looking down and seeing the dark patch in my cum soaked jeans. I went to the bathroom to clean up. An hour or so later, after I had showered and tried — and failed — to wash the shame off, I received another text from Mark.
Good boy, have a treat. And meet me before school in Miss St Claire’s classroom tomorrow.
The ‘treat’ was a photo of Abeni naked, lying on a bed. Her face was plastered with spit and drool, and there was a huge amount of cum splattered over her small tits. She was smiling. I didn’t sleep well that night. When my mother and sister got home, I ate dinner as quickly as I could and went to my room. I couldn’t stop looking at the picture, and I couldn’t stop thinking about Mark’s moans and Abeni’s voice. The feeling of cumming in moments without even touching myself haunted me.
The next morning, I still felt weird, tired, ashamed and horny all at once. Walking through the empty school, I thought about what Mark could possibly want now. He had already humiliated me, and I still had no idea how I was going to swipe my sister’s underwear. My palms were sweaty, and I took a moment to catch my breath outside Miss St Claire’s room. Maybe I should just tell Mark enough is enough. I could offer him money or something. Anything was better than this.
With one last sigh, I opened the classroom door. I saw Mark standing in front of the teacher’s desk, but my eyes did not go straight to him.
It was Miss St Claire, naked on her knees, her huge boobs spilling out of her hands that my eyes locked onto. Her mouth was open, and above her, Mark was using my mum’s lacy underwear to stroke his huge cock.
At the sound of the door, Miss St Claire flinched, and Mark turned. ‘Oh, Ben, there you are, be a good boy and shut the door.’