Date: Sun, 28 Oct 2007 21:35:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: dreamcat_dave@yahoo.com
Subject: Pee Wee (Chapter 8)

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CHAPTER 8: THINGS FALL APART

By the time Pee Wee got to school he had just enough time to get to his
locker to get his books for his first period class.  His self-esteem was
still stinging from fact that his mother had just caught him having a wet
dream.  He was still blushing with that embarrassment.

As he approached the Sophomore locker bay a group of teens approached him.
One of the girls said to the others, "Look, there he is!" and the girls all
giggled.  One of them said, "Hi, Pee Wee," as he walked by them. She held
up a little finger, and Pee Wee understood the gesture and looked away,
blushing.  Then one of the boys in the group yelled, "Hey squirt!" after
him and they all broke up into hysterical laughter.  He didn't get the
joke.  Yet.

The Sophomore locker bay was packed full of students.

"It must have been Photoshopped. Can't be that small," he heard someone say
as he entered.  Pee Wee could tell something was up since he recognized
some of them were Freshmen or Juniors who had no reason to be there.  The
kids were laughing about something, and as he approached he got a terrible
sinking feeling as the kids around him looked, pointed, and laughed at his
presence there.  The crowd slowly parted allowing him to approach and the
laugher died down into foreboding silence.

As the last kids stepped aside, allowing him a full view of his locker he
suddenly realized what had attracted the crowd, and why everyone was
looking at him.  There on his locker was a still picture of him naked,
masturbating, and in the throes of ejaculating on the restroom floor.  A
short clear arc of semen was frozen in time.  There were several long ropes
of Victor's thick white semen on his shoulders, chest and stomach.  His
right hand was a blur, stroking his short erection with just two
fingers--just as he had been instructed.  His left arm was stretched up.
The way Randy had cropped the picture it looked as if Pee Wee had been
holding the camera and taken it himself.

In contrast to shots of porn stars, the camera angle of this picture made
his small penis look even more miniscule.  His face was closer to the
camera, making it larger and easily recognizable.  The expression on his
face showed him locked in orgasm, frozen in a look of dull surprise.  His
retinas were red orbs reflecting the camera's flash.

Someone in the crowd laughed and yelled out, "K-Mart shirt: $20.00,
Backpack: $32.00, Having that picture you took of yourself shooting your
load in the boy's room glued to your locker for EVERYONE at school to see:
Priceless!"

As laugher rang out, Pee Wee remembered that moment, sitting on the
restroom floor, and opening his eyes to see Randy holding the same camera
from the bus and laughing at the pictures he had just taken.  Randy had
kept his promise about showing one of the pictures he had been using to
blackmail Pee Wee.  "Now one of them WILL get seen," he had vowed.  But Pee
Wee hadn't expected the picture would get displayed so large, or in such a
public way. When he looked around at the faces in the crowd something
inside him died a little bit.  He realized that all these kids had seen him
naked now, had been laughing at his small penis, seen his masturbate, had
even seen him shooting seed! How could he ever face them again?

Pee Wee rushed forward in an attempt to cover the picture with his body.
The photo had been printed out onto two sheets of letter size glossy photo
paper and glued onto his locker door.  He tried to peel off the sheets of
paper, but all he accomplished was scratching the outer edge.  Whatever
glue had been used was holding them tight.  He realized quickly that he
would need a knife or something sharp to chisel the pages from his locker
door.

"Pee Wee."

He heard a voice behind him, in the crowd of boys and girls crowded in the
locker bay, and slowly turned around.  He fell back against his locker
trying to keep it covered as he turned to face Victor.  Randy was standing
just behind him.

"What do you want?" Pee Wee asked.

"Unzip." Randy said. "We wanna see if you're going commando or wearing
tighty-whities."

Pee Wee hesitated, frozen in fear.  The expression on his face matched that
of the photo now peaking out from behind him as he slumped backward against
the lockers.  He was weighing the humiliation of unzipping and displaying
his freshly shaven crotch to the boys and girls gathered in the locker room
against the threat of being stripped should be fail to immediately obey a
command to unzip and prove he was going commando to Randy or his cronies.
This was too much.  Too much!

Pee Wee's face and throat flushed red as reached down with a trembling hand
and began to pull the key of his zipper downward.  He dug deep inside
trying to muster up some courage in the face of the growing group of
students who were witnessing his humiliation.

"Unbutton your pants and open up." Randy said.

Pee Wee froze.

"Please!" Pee Wee implored.  Randy just shrugged, and Pee Wee fully
understood the meaning of the gesture, but could not bring himself to
further expose himself.  Some of his closest school friends were standing
here, witnessing this new humiliation.  How could he ever face them again?

It had taken everything he had just to unzip in the presence of all these
students, not just boys from his class.  The incident in the boys' restroom
seemed almost secluded compared to this.  This was more like . . . like the
dream he had just had, the one where he got measured in the gym.  The kids
in the locker bay watched, some were snickering and laughing, some were
standing quietly wondering what would happen next, and Pee Wee felt his
body flush with embarrassment.

Randy said something that Pee Wee didn't hear over the roar of blood
pulsing in his ears.  As Victor closed the distance between them to pull
his pants down, the bell rang and many of the kids there left.  A few stood
staring waiting to see how the situation might escalate, while a few others
lingered like curious bystanders at a car wreck.  Billy Jakes was among
them.

"Strip him." Randy repeated to Victor, and the hirsute Hispanic boy grabbed
Pee Wee's pants.

"No," Pee Wee wasn't sure if his sudden bravado stemmed from courage or
fear of being stripped naked here in the locker room.  He couldn't believe
that Randy was doing this in such a public place.  But Randy and his
cronies had a reputation as school bullies, and no one was doing anything
to help Pee Wee. In fact the crowd seemed to thin down a bit.  He noticed
that Billy Jakes was gone.

Pee Wee had the false hope that maybe someone went to get him some help.
He had ambivalent feelings about that.  But of course no help arrived.  It
was a life lesson Pee Wee had yet to learn: that bullies continue to bully
because victims and bystanders allow them to get away with it out of fear.

George moved toward Pee Wee, more than willing to assist Victor in their
assault on Pee Wee's clothes.  Pee Wee felt a tug on his shirt and heard
several buttons pop.

"Stop!" Randy said, and the two boys drew back from Pee Wee.

"I'll make you an offer you can't refuse," Randy said smiling, "You leave
your fly unzipped the rest of the day, and you don't get stripped."

Pee Wee nodded without thinking about the conditions he was agreeing to.
He wanted to avoid being left naked in the locker bay, at least one hundred
yards away from any restroom he might try to retreat into.  And he would be
streaking by classrooms the entire distance. He almost didn't care anymore.
He nodded again.

Randy stepped forward and grabbed his pants, grabbed hold of the snaps that
fastened his pants above his zipper and forcefully pulling his zipper
apart.  Pee Wee felt the pants tear a bit at the base of the zipper.  As
Randy pulled the key down it broke away and he removed it.

"What . . .?" Pee Wee started to ask.

"Just makin' sure you keep your promise."  Randy showed Pee Wee the broken
key to his zipper, then threw it down and then buttoned Pee Wee's
pants. His broken fly was gaping wide.  "Hey freak, you really better learn
your place."

Pee Wee pulled away from Randy, pressing back against his locker.  Randy
stretched his arms out and placed one hand on either side of Pee Wee's
head, leaned in close to him.  He drew back one hand and followed the
opening on Pee Wee's shirt down from his neck, past the three missing
buttons to the point where a button was fastened into an eye, circled a
finger around the fastening and pulled hard, snapping that button free.

"Listen, Pee Wee," Randy said, pulling the last button on Pee Wee's shirt
free, "You keep you eye on Victor and you do whatever he does, pose however
he poses.  And when Victor unbuttons his shirt, that's your cue to jerk
yourself off. You start stroking you cock until you cum when you see him
unbutton. You understand?"

"You want me to cum in my pants in class?"

"No, I expect you to whip it out of that open zipper and let your spunk fly
wherever it lands." He had a sarcastic tone in his voice as he said the
last part.

"You really expect me to do this?"

"Yes," Randy pinched Pee Wee's cheek between a thumb and forefinger.  "Yes,
Pee Wee, I do."

"Why?"

Randy reached down into his backpack and pulled out a white tank top, cut
deep like a wife-beater, but with a narrower back, and with the words "Pee
Wee Workout" and picturing a pre-school style cartoon bear exercising,
printed in black and red and yellow. "Pee Wee" was also printed at the top
of the back of the shirt. "Here," Randy said, "Put this on."

Pee Wee dropped his torn shirt, now devoid of buttons, and slipped on the
skin tight white tank top. The bottom was too short to tuck in.  It
stretched to fit him snugly, showing much of his chest, and traveled low
beneath his now hairless underarms, and with a deep oval down the back to
show off his swimmer's shoulder blades.  The shirt was so tight that his
nipples made distinct pin pricks against the front.  Pee Wee looked down at
himself and realized that wearing that shirt and walking around with his
fly open would only make him look even less like a man, and more like a
little kid.

"See Pee Wee," Randy commented, reading his mind, "You look more like a 14
year old now.  If you weren't so tall, you could pass for 12!" Randy then
turned Pee Wee around to face his locker, "That's just one picture, Pee
Wee!  I got about thirty more," His eyes went mean, and he added, "And you
ought to know that Victor is just waiting for me to give him the word to
beat the holy crap out of you."

When Pee Wee looked at the picture of himself on his locker door Randy
tapped the locker and said "Don't forget!"  He swatted Pee Wee on the butt,
"Now you better get to class, you're about to be late."

Pee Wee looked at his locker.  He wanted to stay and peel off the
embarrassing picture that had been pasted onto it.  He looked at Randy with
desperation.  If he did what Randy said, and left now, that humiliating
picture of him would still be there during the next class change and even
more students would see it.  A teacher might see it, or the janitor, or the
principal!  This was too much.  Too much!

"Go!" Randy commanded.

And Pee Wee staggered out of the locker bay, gained momentum into a sprint
down the hallway toward his first period class.  The bell rang just as he
crossed the threshold, and as he made his way to his seat several kids
snickered, and he wasn't sure if they were laughing at his shirt or his
open zipper.  One girl was looking quite openly at his gaping zipper.  He
groaned again unconsciously, realizing just what she could see, and moved
his backpack in front of his crotch to finish his walk toward a desk at the
back of the room amid a wake of snickers, "Pee Wee's," and quiet whispers.

Right off the bat Old Mrs. Brown had them turn to a lengthy set of
algebraic equations and start working on them.  "Class," she croaked out in
that broken staccato of a voice unique to old women who live with too many
cats, "I want you to use the period today to practice.  Turn to page 223
and work the problems in the practice section." There were days she said
almost nothing in class, just sat there grading papers, allowing the
students to work on assignments either independently or in small groups.
Today she had a tall stack of papers she had to grade from tests she had
given the day before, and she turned her attention to her own work.

Pee Wee looked across the aisle and noticed Victor look back over at him
and then slide down in his seat a bit.  Pee Wee copied the motion.  Victor
opened his Algebra book and started his work, then leaned back and crossed
his arms behind his head in a relaxed position, looking up at the ceiling
as if in thought.  Pee Wee copied the pose, crossing his own arms behind
his head and looking up at the ceiling.  As he sat there he realized that
the pose exposed his nipples right at the edges of the armholes of his new
muscle shirt, and that it was also showing off his freshly shaved armpits,
a fact that got underscored when he saw a couple of guys look over in his
direction and snicker.

Several times Pee Wee heard several students behind him giggling, and
turned to see them looking at something in a manila folder that was being
passed.  A few minutes later he felt Sally tap his right arm just below
shoulder.  It felt like déjà vu.  She had the manila folder in her hand and
was a bit red in the face herself.  She tried to control a laugh as she
handed to folder to him, but only succeeded in replacing it with a high
pitched squeak, that got Mrs. Brown to look up from her papers and scan the
classroom.

Pee Wee frowned and took the folder from her and looked down to see "Pee
Wee" written in large red letters on the cover.  He opened it up to see a
close-up of his own penis being measured with a wooden ruler by Victor.
The resolution was sufficient that the markings on the ruler were clearly
visible.  Behind it was another copy of the same picture that had been
glued to his locker.  Then there were several more photos of him, including
the first one the boys had taken on him on the school bus, and two of him
displaying his shaved body in the boys' room for Randy.

The red on his cheeks deepened, and the kid's tank top did nothing to
conceal it as his blush traveling down his throat.  His chest went hot beet
red.  He looked back at Sally and realized that she had seen that picture
of him getting measured, and maybe the others too, if she had bothered to
look.  He looked up from the photographs to see that at least 12 or so of
the students in the classroom had their attention on him.  They had seen
the pictures and were watching to see what his reaction would be.  Now that
they knew his secret, they would never look at him quite the same again.
They had heard the rumors, but today, well, today they had seen.

Unexpectedly Pee Wee felt his penis grow hard and his small burgeoning
erection slide against denim and roll out of his gaping zipper.  Pee Wee
sat there, his erection throbbing, sticking out of his zipper in full view
of anyone sitting across from him at the right angle to see what was going
on under his desk.  He heard some snickers and instinctively lifted his
leg, shifting his pelvis to conceal his miniscule erection, and kept his
leg up.

He looked over at Victor who maintained his arms crossed behind his head,
and now stretched his legs downward and forward, pushing his feet below the
desk in front of him and tilted his pelvis up.

Randy pointed at Victor, and Pee Wee hesitated.  He didn't think he could
do it.  He wasn't sure that he could copy Victor's pose that would put his
erection on display for so many of the kids in class.  Randy leaned forward
and made a punching motion with his fist saying something to Victor who
smiled.

Pee Wee understood and shifted his position, imitating Victor, and again
crossing his arms behind his head.  But his little boner wasn't just
pointing straight up in the air, it was throbbing, bouncing with each
vigorous beat of his heart. He felt himself blush again, as several of the
kids began to snicker.  He knew that at least a few of them could see his
undersized erection clearly jutting out of his zipper, while others were
being told about it in muted whispers.  Pee Wee could feel his face burning
and knew that his face must have been deep red and he could feel the hot
blush moving down his body. Randy took out his camera and snapped two more
pictures without using the flash, then handed the camera back to George,
who covered his mouth to stifle a laugh, and then passed the camera to
another student who also had a poor view of what was going on.

Victor unbuttoned his shirt.

But now that the time had come, now that Pee Wee was actually being forced
to masturbate in front of so many of his classmates, not just boys, but
boys and girls--and even a teacher in the room!  Pee Wee found he just
couldn't comply.  He heard one of the girls gasp when she suddenly noticed
what was going on beneath his desk.  Then he made up his mind.  This was
worse than any pictures Randy might pass around.  Pee Wee lifted his leg up
to conceal his erection and shifted his position.  He had to stand up to
them.  He had to gather his courage.  It was too much.  Too much!

Randy gave him an angry look and then held his fingers up one at a time,
counting out three.  Then he made a "you're out" motion with his hands like
a referee might make at the end of a fight.

The bell rang and Pee Wee wanted to bolt from his seat to get to his locker
and try to scrap off the picture before other students got there, but he
realized that he would never be able to keep this erection hidden behind an
open zipper.  He sat there in his seat as other students filed out of the
room.  He could see Victor and Randy standing outside the door waiting to
intercept him.  Finally he hefted his backpack in front of his crotch and
headed for the door.  But then Mrs. Brown called out to him and he turned
to approach her desk.

"Peter, are you feeling better?" She asked.

"Yes ma'am," he blushed, keeping his backpack positioned carefully in front
of his open zipper.

"Good!" She said, tapping her red pen, "I don't know what's going on Pee
Wee, but tomorrow I expect you to get to work and stop horsing around in
class."  She then mentioned casually, "Your fly's unzipped."

"Um," Pee Wee hesitated, "It's, uh, broken," he said truthfully.

Mrs. Brown went back to grading the papers on her desk signaling that their
conversation was at an end.  She was old but she wasn't blind or stupid.
Pee Wee worried over just how much she had seen, and looked back over at
the desk where he had been sitting, trying to estimate her viewing angle.
Perhaps he should have been paying better attention during Geometry.  He
felt himself blush again, and turned to leave.

The moment he was out the door they grabbed him.  Victor had him in a bear
hug pulling him toward the restroom at the far end of the hallway.  George
held open the door as Victor hauled him through and dumped him
unceremoniously on the cracked cement floor.

"Take his clothes off," Randy ordered.  Pee Wee blushed and tears formed in
his eyes. Then they stripped him.  Pee Wee imagined spending another day
naked in the restroom, missing more classes, and then having to explain it.
Some part of him rebelled.  He realized that the stuff they were making him
do him do was far worse then any embarrassment he might experience from
them just passing around pictures.  So this time Pee Wee put up more than a
fight that they were expecting.  They grabbed hold of his arms and legs and
pinned him to the ground ignoring his pleas to stop.

His shoes and socks came off first.  Then George and Victor started pulling
down Pee Wee's pants.  George shifted his hold on Pee Wee's legs as Victor
worked his jeans down his thighs. Pee Wee felt his pants sliding down his
legs, George already had the left leg free, and Victor now had his pants
gathered down at Pee Wee's right ankle.  Pee Wee tried to kick them hoping
somehow to get free before they had his pants all the way off.  George
ducked Pee Wee's flailing left foot, but Pee Wee managed to successfully
connect with Victor's mouth.  Victor fell back against the tile wall, still
holding on to Pee Wee's jeans.  Pee Wee felt his pants jerk and give as
Victor fell backward, ripping them.  Victor landed next to the sinks and
rubbed his jaw.  His lip was bleeding, and from the look on his face he was
deeply pissed.

Pee Wee expected them to assault his shirt next, but they left it on him.

Three other boys grabbed him and picked him up, restraining his arms while
another boy got him into a headlock.  It was an uncomfortable position.
The whole time Victor kept staring at him. Anger radiated from his stare.
Pee Wee was arched backward, off balance with his pelvis forward and his
shoulder pulled back. Unfortunately Pee Wee was also aware that that he was
blushing over most of his naked body.

Randy stepped forward.  "I warned you," his eyes narrowed, "you just fucked
up big time.  You just made this get physical." The boys holding Pee Wee
listened and watched intently as Victor stood up.  Pee Wee could feel his
heart hammering against his chest. Victor wiped blood off his chin and
looked down at his hand.  When he looked up at Pee Wee his look was cold,
almost feral.  It felt like the temperature in the room fell a few
degrees. His stare was intense.

"Victor," Randy asked, "What do you want?"

"I want to kick him in the balls." Victor didn't say anything else, just
stared.

Randy's face went hard and without flinching he said, "Then Victor gets to
kick you in the balls."

"No!" Pee Wee's mind screamed, and his stomach knotted up suddenly as he
realized that this was no game.  He groaned again without thinking, said
aloud, "God, this can't be happening" as his heart pounded harder against
the inside of his chest. But he doubted that God was going to do anything
to help him out.  God was the one who had cursed him in the first place, if
he existed at all.  And Pee Wee knew that there was no one in the room who
was going to help him out.  Two of the boys holding him laughed at his
predicament.

Then in that same cool and steady voice Randy told the boys hold him to,
"Spread his legs and keep him standing."  Pee Wee felt someone grab his
ankles and pull his legs apart.  Pee Wee struggled hard against them, as if
his survival depended on it, and the whole group of them almost tumbled
over onto the ground.

Randy punched him in the stomach, and Pee Wee strained to get his breath.
He had never been hit before, not so hard, and he realized that underneath
his fear, part of what had brought him so low, to the point of cooperating
with this humiliation, was the fact that he absolutely believed in his
heart that he wouldn't stand a chance if he tried to defend himself.  These
boys stood at the threshold of manhood, and he was just a dickless wonder,
barely a boy, never a man.  He suspected that they could beat him to a
bloody pulp before he even got in one lucky jab.

But worse, Victor wasn't just bullying him around, now he was genuinely
angry, wanted to hurt him, hurt him bad.  He wasn't just afraid that Victor
was going to make his balls suffer, he was afraid Victor was actually going
to break them.

"I'll go to the principal.  I'll tell them what you've been doing." Pee Wee
threatened.

"And I'll show them pictures of you showing off your dick in class." Randy
answered.  "Okay Victor, kick him in the balls."

When Victor's foot connected with Pee Wee's exposed genitals a cascade of
pain surged through him, leaving his legs trembling and causing his knees
to buckle.  There was no way Pee Wee could have braced himself for what was
coming.  The ache rushed up out of his tenderized testicles up into his
abdomen. His penis felt like someone had driven a sharp spike through
it. Pee Wee tried to curl up, but the boys holding him pulled him back
upright and it felt like chords in his groin and stomach stretched and
snapped.  He wanted to grab his balls, to protect them, cradle them gently,
but the boys had his arms pulled back, and there was nothing he could do
but stand there trying to breathe and let the pain and cramping recede.

"Do it again, Victor."  Randy said, and Victor gave Pee Wee another feral
look that told him he wasn't holding back.

"No!" Pee Wee wailed, and Jason, who had been helping to pin his left arm,
shifted his position and clamped a hand over Pee Wee's mouth. "It hurts,"
he mumbled between the boy's fingers, "Don't, please don't--"

But Victor landed another kick to Pee Wee's balls interrupting his mumbled
pleas.  Pee Wee writhed in their grasp, winded, and moaned out loud. The
pain carried him beyond tears, Pee Wee though he might pass out.  He tried
to draw in a breath, but the boy still had his hand clamped over his mouth.
His body wanted to curl up, needed to curl up into a fetal position, but
these boys were keeping him upright, and he knew that somehow that made
this hurt even worse.  He looked down at his balls, expecting them to be
ruptured, bleeding or crushed.  His scrotum had drawn up, holding them
tight against his body.  Tears and snot were streaming down his face.

"Do it again, Victor."  Randy said quietly, and Pee Wee screamed. He didn't
think about it, it just happened, and Jason regained his grip and clamped
his hand over Pee Wee's mouth cutting off the scream. He shouted, "No,
don't," but his words were mangled by Jason's palm and fingers, "Please,
Vic--".  Truthfully he would have done anything--anything at all--to stop
this pain, and to keep this from continuing.  Even Victor hesitated, as he
watched the boy trembling uncontrollably.

"I think I just heard Pee Wee call you a Spick, Victor!"  Randy said, and
this time Victor drove his foot even harder straight into Pee Wee's swollen
ball-sack, squashing his sore testicles that were being held so tightly in
place by his drawn-in scrotum!  The pain was amazing.  Nothing could have
prepared him for it.  Pee Wee's world darkened and he saw stars, whole
constellations of them.  He grasped his wounded balls in pain as they
released his arms, and heaved between his hoarse attempts to scream,
certain that his smashed testicles were broken like eggshells. He crumpled
forward defeated, gasping and moaning.

Pee Wee collapsed sobbing onto his knees as his strength abandoned him.
This time the boys let him drop.  He was rocking back and forth in an ocean
of pain holding his wounded balls as a whole new perception of pain
unfolded for him. "Their broken," he groaned. He was sure he was going to
throw up and then die. He wanted to say more, but that was all he had
breath for.

Victor ground the soul of one shoe viciously into Pee Wee's chest and
shoved him back until he could no longer stay on his knees. Randy stared at
Victor, suddenly realizing that Victor had taken his Spick joke seriously.
Pee Wee cried openly and fell over onto the floor into a fetal position
still clutching his balls.  Victor hocked up a gob of snot and spat in Pee
Wee's face, "Pendejo, don't you fuckin' call me a Spick again!" He kicked
him in the ribs twice, until Randy grabbed him in a bear hug and pulled him
away from Pee Wee.  Victor looked down at Pee Wee laying there sobbing,
enjoying the sight.

"You're just not worth it," Randy said and spit on Pee Wee as he lay there
rocking in misery.  Two of the other boys followed suit.  One called him a
"dickless faggot".  Randy threw his clothing down next to him and the boys
left him alone in the restroom.  Pee Wee wiped Victor's bloody spit off his
lips and chin.  His face was still streaked with his own tears and snot.
He started to stand up, holding his sore ribs, and managed to get up onto
his knees before he threw up again.

He thought about going to see the school nurse, but decided, mostly out of
embarrassment, not to.  The worst of the pain was subsiding, and while Pee
Wee's balls were swollen, they seemed to still be intact.  His penis hurt
also.  He supposed that Victor must have connected with him there too at
least one of the time he had kicked him.

By the time Pee Wee reached his locker, he was expecting to see another
crowd formed, but there was nothing unusual going on.  He was too sore to
walk normally, and despite the embarrassment Pee Wee couldn't help but cup
his swollen balls protectively while he walked.  When Pee Wee reached his
locker he saw to his surprise that the offending picture of him had already
been scraped away.  There was only a bit of glue and scratched paint
remaining where the pages had been pasted.  Pee Wee looked around to see
Randy staring at his locker.  He looked as surprised as Pee Wee and only
shrugged his shoulders in response to Pee Wee's unasked question.

Pee Wee went through the day in a daze.  His bruised balls were swollen up
to what seemed like twice their normal size, while his penis had
disappeared completely inside like the head of a frightened turtle.

The rest of the day was even more of a blur than the morning hours had
been. During class changes he continued to be greeted with jibes,
nicknames, other insults.  A rumor had already traveled around school that
he had called Victor a wetback, or a spick, or some other insulting racist
term, and that he got was he deserved.  The rumor tainted him as a
snot-nosed bigot, and earned him little sympathy among those who had passed
it on. And, of course, no one wanted to be associated with a loser.

He had already become accustomed to being called Pee Wee.  During the past
few days he had already stopped thinking of himself as Peter.  But then
some of the other kids at school managed to throw in other digs or
gestures, ones that he wasn't expecting, that maintained him in a state of
perpetual humiliation.  Pee Wee carried himself like a whipped dog, always
mentally preparing himself for the inevitable putdown in every encounter.

When the last the bell rang, Pee Wee made his way to the bus stop as
quickly as he could to be on time for his bus. Waiting there among the
other students waiting for their busses he saw that Randy was standing with
a group of friends in the middle of the crowd of students passing time
until the busses arrived. Then he noticed that Randy was talking to Mark,
Pee Wee's brother, and Scott, Randy's younger brother and Mark's best
friend.

Pee Wee looked at the bus, knowing where it was going, what route it was
going to take, and how long it would take him to get home.  He knew where
he would end up sitting during the ride, and what would most likely be
asked of him while he rode it.

When the bus driver cranked open the doors the kids there filed onto the
bus in a steady stream.  It was controlled chaos, as usual.  Pee Wee
watched Mark board the bus.  Mark usually got another ride home from
school.  It was rare to see him ride the bus, and Pee Wee dreaded that the
other boys might make him do something while Mark was there to witness it.
He didn't want to be humiliated in front of his little brother; there was
enough strain in their relationship already.

Pee Wee let those that had been waiting before him go first, half expecting
those who arrived after him to do the same. Of course they didn't, so he
finally shoved his way back into line and got on the bus.  As he began his
walk down the aisle, still near the front of the bus, Pee Wee expected the
worst.  But then Scott stood up from his seat and Mark motioned for him to
sit down in the space between them.  Pee Wee glanced back over his shoulder
to see Victor frown and then kick his legs across the empty space beside
him, dangling his ankles and feet into the aisle.  He realized, with a sick
feeling in his stomach, that the empty seat had been reserved for him.

Despite the empty seat beside Victor, as the seats filled and the aisle
filled too, students began to double up the aisle holding onto the steel
bar that ran the length of the bus for support. It's the only way to fit
this many students on a bus on a crowded day.

Mark and Scott remained silent for the most part, and Pee Wee said nothing.
His balls were still sore and he felt sick to his stomach.

When the bus came to Victor's stop, Victor made eye contact with Pee Wee,
giving him a "drop dead" look as he made his way to the front of the
bus. Pee Wee was afraid that Victor was going to turn around and punch him
or something, but Victor just continued down the aisle. Victor did turn,
just before he reached the exit, and gave Pee Wee another real dirty look.

At the next stop Scott said, "See you tonight," to Mark, then looked over
at Pee Wee as if it were an afterthought, then followed his older brother,
Randy, off the bus.

When their stop came Pee Wee looked across at his brother, Mark, who stared
back at him.  "Move it, dickwad," Mark told his brother and headed toward
the front of the bus. Pee Wee stood and followed him.  Several kids
snickered as he walked past them, and he suddenly remembered that his fly
was still gaping open.

Pee Wee moodily descended the steps exiting the school bus, and pain shot
through him when he adjusted his aching balls. He watched Mark disappear
into their house, and made his way, far more slowly, up the driveway,
hoping on one hand that his mother had not yet come home, and on the other
hand that she might be there waiting to ground him for the whole of next
year.

"This is a nightmare," he said to himself, and he was right.

But it was far from over.