Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2004 10:38:12 EST
From: Tamb803@aol.com
Subject: "High School Blues" part 4

Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction involving humiliation, mild
violence, and sexual activity between teenage boys. If you find such
material offensive or in violation of the laws of your state/country,
please don't read any further.

(c) Art M. Hill ArtHill579@aol.com All rights reserved (2004).
If you enjoy this story, please email me.

Author's note: I have received several emails expressing the feeling that
this story glorifies the school bully. I want to say that I have no desire
to sanction or approve bullying, which is a serious problem in our schools
and, if not corrected, can lead to tragic consequences. The purpose of this
story is not to encourage bullying, but to explore the erotic aspects of
domination and humiliation. Kinky? Yes. Not for everyone. For this reason
the moderator approved my request that the story be moved from the High
School to the Authoritarian section. As the story progresses the abuse will
get worse, but in the end Joe Crawford will come to understand his own
identity and sexual preferences.

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"High School Blues" part 4: Joe finds that things can always get worse...

I was totally confused when I woke up in the woods in a pool of mud.  Jimmy
and Mike were no where to be seen. It was getting dark, and I knew that I
was going to have to move fast to get home before the folks sent out a
search party. What had happened?  Nothing was very clear. I know that I had
gotten high from smoking the weed and drinking the tequila that Jimmy and
Mike had offered me. I remember running after Jimmy, who was wearing my
glasses. After that my memory seemed to be blank. How did I end up covered
in mud? Even more mysterious: how did I end up totally nude?  Were Jimmy
and Mike responsible for this? But they had been so nice to me. We all had
a good laugh. Could I have done this myself in a drunken stupor? Had we
dared each other to get naked?

I didn't have time to analyze the situation now. Besides getting dark, it
was getting cold, and I began to shiver as the wind blew against my bare
skin. I got myself up as best as I could in spite of the mud, which was
sticking to me like glue and holding me down. I was very relieved to see my
clothes piled up not too far from the bog with both pairs of glasses on
top. So Jimmy and Mike had been true to their word. This made me even more
sure that I somehow did this to myself.

I still had to get home. I realized I had no way of washing myself and
would have to put on my clothes over the mud that covered my body. I
couldn't even get it off my face or hair, although I tried to wipe it off
as best as I could. My one consolation was that, with the dark coming on,
people passing by probably would not see the mud all over my face and hair
as I walked home. Of course there were my mom and sister to face. Maybe
they wouldn't see me; maybe I could sneak in through the window and pretend
to have been home all along.

For once luck was on my side. I took off my shoes and wiped my feet in the
grass so I didn't leave any marks on the carpet as I went in through the
living room window and crept up to my room. The first thing I had to do was
take a shower. Then I would try to go down stair as casually as I could,
and let the ladies know I was home.  Again luck was on my side, when I saw
by my alarm clock (I still didn't know what happened to my watch) that
dinner was not for another half hour. The warm shower felt wonderful as I
began to wash away the mud and grime that covered my whole body. I had to
shampoo my hair twice to get it really clean. Talk about leaving a ring
around the shower!

As I continued to soak under the warm water I thought again about how
differently Jimmy and Mike had treated me this afternoon than I thought
they would. I still had to straighten out the money matter with them, but
that was Monday and today was only Friday. As I thought about them, my cock
started to rise again. I thought about their muscular bodies and handsome
faces; I thought about their bubble butts so well diplayed in their faded
levis. Then I thought about how they had humiliated me--physically and
verbally.

At that point my cock was hard as a rock and I thought I would blow any
minute. Was it true then? Was I queer for them? Did I really enjoy their
abuse and, even worse, get turned on by it? I had to put away those
thoughts if I was going to move forward with our new "friendship". By now I
was totally clean and got out of the shower to towel off.  What I didn't
see at the time was some large block letters printed on my back and butt
with a magic marker:

I'M MR. ZITS.  I'M A FAGGOT.  PLEASE FUCK ME UP THE ASS!


After dressing I went down stairs to dinner. Mom and Michelle stared at
me. "Where did you come from?" Mom asked. "I was getting worried because
you weren't home yet."

"I guess you didn't see me come in, mom," I said. "I really wanted to take
a shower so I just ran upstairs to my room. Sorry I didn't check in first."

"Don't get sarcastic with me, Joe," mom snapped, "I only asked because I
thought something might have happened to you."

"Don't you trust me, mom?" I said. "I can take care of myself" (haha)

"Yes I trust you, Joe," she said. "I just want us to be completely honest
with each other.  Now let's eat. I'm sure you and your sister are both
hungry. You both like home-made lasagna and garlic bread, don't you?" The
look on our faces was answer enough.

I was happy that Michelle was still in grade school. She had no way of
knowing anything about my situation. Unless, of course, one of her girl
friends had a sister or brother in high school that might have seen or
heard something...

The weekend passed quickly. I thought several times about calling Terry to
see if he wanted to go to the movies, but each time I started to dial his
number I put down the phone. I still hadn't gotten over my shyness. I knew
I was going to have to do that if I joined the soccer team. Resolutely, I
picked up the phone and called.  Terry's mom answered. Terry and Bob were
away camping for the weekend with Bob's dad (studying wasn't too important
to them!) I felt disappointed. I was kind of envious and wished I could do
those things with my dad. But after working those long hours all week and
commuting about a zillion miles, all he wanted to do on weekends was relax
and unwind.

When I got to school on Monday I almost immediately saw Jimmy and Mike
leaning against one of the school walls, smoking with a couple of their
buddies.  They were careful not to be seen by any of the faculty or they
probably would have gotten detention.  >From where I stood they looked like
a bunch of grungy punks: black leather jackets, faded, ripped jeans, clunky
boots, cigarettes dangling from their mouths.  I was surprised they were
allowed to dress like that and still get into school. Maybe the
administration was as intimidated by them as I was. Mike saw me and
motioned me over to join them.

"Hey, Joe," he said. (Joe? Not pansy, or Zit-Man?) Want you to meet a
couple of our buds: "That's Carl and Stew and Brad. You already know
Phil. They're a bunch of assholes but we don't really hold it against
them." That remark was followed by a chorus of "Fuck you!" "Up yours!" and
"Suck my cock!" I was uncomfortable with this rowdy group but tried to be
friendly.

"Hey guys, how's it going?"

They grinned at each other and then at me, but remained silent. "I told ya
these guys were assholes, Joe. Come on, I need to talk to you before
class." Mike threw a leather-clad arm around my shoulder as if we were best
friends, and led me around the corner of the school. I heard the guys
snickering behind us.

"Listen, man, we got about ten minutes before class, and I have to make a
few things clear."

"Sure Mike," I said, "but, uh, tell me something. What happened on Friday?
I must have passed out, and when I woke up you were gone and I was in a mud
puddle without any clothes on."

"Dude, how the hell do I know what happened to you? I think all of us had
too much to drink on top of the weed. We must've all crashed. When we woke
up we didn't see you, so we thought ya must've woke up first and gone
home."

"But why did I have my clothes off?"

"Damned if I know. Just before I passed out I remember Jimmy say: 'The
Zit-Man is doin' a strip tease; he's losin' all his clothes. That's hot
man!' Then we both were in la-la land...Anyway, remember we agreed that you
would help us out with our cash problems, and that we'd take care of you in
return."

"Uh, yeah, I remember," I said, somewhat hesitant. Again I thought: what
have I gotten myself into? "How much do you guys need?"

"Well, Joey, my man," said Mike, tightening his arm around my shoulder and
drawing me closer to him, "I think we'll start off with twenty-five bucks a
week.  That's for each of us--$25 for me and $25 for Jimmy."

"But Mike," I protested, "that's most of my weekly salary at the store! I
only work part time, ya know!"

"That's not my problem, dude. We had an agreement and you gotta stand by
it. Otherwise I can't guarantee what Jimmy's gonna do to you. I think he
might beat your ass real bad; maybe cripple you. You lookin' for that?"

"No, I'm not, Mike. I just thought you needed a few dollars for beer or
cigarettes. I didn't think you needed so much."

"Prices have gone up and they might be goin' up again." I shuddered as I
thought about my alternatives.

"Okay, Mike," I said. "I'll have the money for you tomorrow."

"Not good enough. Gi'me what you got in your wallet now," Mike said. "You
can bring us the rest in the morning."

I had ten dollars and some change in my wallet. He took that and said:
"Okay, you owe us, uh, forty dollars tomorrow. Right?"

"Yeah, Mike, I'll have it."

"Good boy," he said, "I think we're gonna be great friends after all." 
Mike slung his arm around me again, and led me back around the corner of
the school where Jimmy and the rest of their posse were waiting for us.

"We're all squared away, dude," Mike said to Jimmy, "Joey's gonna help us
out just like we said."

"That's rad, man," Jimmy said, slapping me on the back so hard I almost
fell on the ground. My stumbling was met by a burst of laughter from the
other guys and I started to blush.

"Look," one of the guys cried, "when his face turns red, his zits
disappear. It's a fuckin' miracle!"

Just then the school bell rang and I sighed in relief. As we started
walking toward the front door the other guys jostled me, patted me on the
fanny, and ruffled my hair. Then they pushed ahead of me and disappeared
down the corridor toward the lockers.

The day went pretty normal. It was a real relief that Jimmy and Mike
weren't hassling me like usual. I ran into Terry and asked him how the
camping trip went. He said it was great, and wanted me to go with them the
next time. That made my day. It seemed to me that after a pretty hard time
making the adjustment to high school I was finally finding my way.

The following morning I saw Jimmy standing alone by the side of the
school. He waved to me to come over. When I got there he said: "You got the
rest of the money?"

I promptly handed it over to him and he said: "Okay, remember, we do this
every week.  Friday morning sharp. And from now on we want it all at
once. No more shit about part today and part tomorrow. Understand?"

"Yes, Jimmy," I said, somewhat shaken by his roughness, but determined not
to let it get me down. I was thinking about Terry and the camping trip we
were going to take soon.

My good feelings lasted until the last class of the day which was gym
class. We all really worked up a sweat, running around the track and doing
calisthenics. When we were done the coach barked for all of us to get
washed up. Everybody started to strip down and head for the common
showers. As I pulled off my gym shorts and then my jock, the guy next to me
looked at my backside and started laughing hysterically. More guys came
over to see what was up, and each one had an identical reaction. Finally
the whole class was surrounding me laughing like crazy. I was completely
confused and asked the first guy what was so funny.

"You should know," he roared, "I always thought you were a faggot. Is it a
freebie or do you charge?"

I was so confused and self-conscious that I quickly put my school clothes
back on, jammed my gym equipment into my backpack, and ran from the gym
with the sounds of my classmates laughter echoing behind me. Then I heard
the coach yell: "I thought I told you guys to hit the showers. Now get your
asses in their and shut up, or believe me I'm gonna make you damn
sorry. Now MOVE!"

Things quieted down as I left the gym and the school behind me. Why were
those guys laughing when I stripped? My body wasn't so bad looking. In
fact, it was better than a lot of the other guys. So what was happening?

It was only when I got home that I found out. I went into the bathroom to
take my delayed shower. After I stripped, I took the bathrobes off the full
length mirror on the back of the door so I could see myself. The front of
my body looked perfectly normal.  But when I turned around and looked over
my shoulder, I went into absolute shock. Even looking at the words in
reverse it didn't take me long to figure out what they said:

I'M MR. ZITS.
I'M A FAGGOT.
PLEASE FUCK ME UP THE ASS!

I could have died. At that moment I just wished someone could have
explained to me why my cock was throbbing and hard as a rock.

(to be continued)