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I could hear them from far beyond the walls of the library. Loud, obnoxious, leering and rude. Their voices gave a clear indication of the type of guys that they were, and I didn't need to guess that it was none other than Troy Wilson and Corey Macken.
"This place smells like balls" Troy guffawed, sauntering into the large, quiet space that I had sought refuge in every lunch time for years. He picked up a book that someone was reading and scoffed before throwing it back onto the desk.
The small number of students who had been sitting quietly, left quickly. I didn't blame them, either. Why would anybody want to stick around only to be harassed by the two biggest assholes on the planet? I, however, had no choice but to stay and watch as they strolled toward me.
Mrs. Carney was the librarian, but she had noticed that I spent more time in there than I did anywhere else, so for the last year, I'd been helping out every afternoon. Unfortunately for me, Mrs. Carney was out that day, so I was left alone.
"Sup" Corey sniffed, leaning over the desk and grinning at me. "You got any books on turning a nerd into a cock whore?"
I raised a brow as Troy laughed loudly, walked around the desk and opened the small door where I was sitting.
"What?" I asked, fully aware that the three of us were now completely isolated from the rest of the students.
Corey looked around, then turned back to me and his grin became wider.
"I want to know" he said slowly, in barely more than a whisper, "how to turn a little bitch like you into a dirty, filthy cock slut".
I felt my cheeks burn red as Troy pushed open the door and stood behind me. I wasn't the first guy that they'd terrorised, and I sure as hell wouldn't be the last, but that made it no less uncomfortable.
"If... If you're not checking anything out" I mumbled, barely able to get the words out, "then... Then I'm gonna have to ask you to leave".
Troy squeezed my shoulders tightly. His grip was strong and painful, but I sat there and squirmed. Both of them were star athletes. Both of them dwarfed me in height and width, and I had no doubt that either one of them could pop my head like a bag of chips.
"But we are checking something out" he slithered in my ear, and pushed his hands down the front of my chest.
"Alright guys" I said, as sternly as I could, "you've had your fun, now please leave before I call –"
"Call who?" Corey interrupted, jumping over the desk and crouching down in front of me, his hands on my knees. "Your mommy? Mrs. Carney? The headmaster?"
I could feel him push my legs apart whilst Troy held me back on the chair. My heart began pounding in my chest, but neither of them let up.
"S... Security" I choked out, and both of them laughed.
"Go on then" Troy snarled, "open that pretty little mouth and call them". He grabbed my chin and squeezed my cheeks with his strong fingers as Corey leaned closer to me until I could smell the aroma of fresh sweat from his most recent practice.
"Scream for us, slut" he whispered, but no sound left my mouth.
"Thought so".
The two of them dragged me to my feet and shoved me backwards into the small office. Troy slammed the door shut, locking it so as to ensure complete privacy whilst they did whatever it was they wanted to do.
"Come on guys" I groaned, as they watched me like hunters, "I'm not in the mood to play around".
"Who's playing?" Corey sneered, stepping toward me and holding me against the wall, "I ain't playing, are you playing, Troy?"
"Nah bro" his friend grinned, "I ain't playing".
They knew I was gay. The rumour had gotten out a year ago, and I'd been dealing with all the shit that came with that ever since. This, like all the rest of the times, was another cruel prank designed to humiliate me. They'd tease me until I found myself truly wanting what they were suggesting, and then they'd call me some nasty words and laugh as they left me there.
"Why don't you turn around and show us that pussy?" Troy said, pulling my t-shirt up to reveal my slender body, "maybe if it's nice enough, we'll ruin it for you".
I tried to pull my t-shirt free, but there was absolutely no point attempting to overpower either of them. Their biceps were the size of my head, so if they wanted me naked, they'd get me naked, regardless.
"Please, man" I whined, as they slid my shirt over my head, "I know you're just fucking with me".
Corey laughed and grabbed my wrist. I waited for a slap in the face with my own hand, or something just as humiliating, but instead, he guided it toward his crotch and my eyes widened when I felt the pulsing bulge beneath the fabric.
"Does that feel like we're fucking with you?" He asked seriously, and I gulped.
Corey and Troy were the hottest guys I'd ever met. They were the hottest guys that most people had ever met. They looked more like brothers than best friends, with their honey coloured hair, flawless complexions, and shredded bodies. They'd been teasing me like this for months, always in an attempt to embarrass me or simply bully me in front of other people, but as I stood there with my hand over Corey's large, hard rod, I found myself fantasising about the fact that maybe, just maybe they weren't kidding.
"Take them off" Troy ordered, yanking at my pants, "I wanna see what our little cock slave wears under his clothes".
"This place smells like balls" Troy guffawed, sauntering into the large, quiet space that I had sought refuge in every lunch time for years. He picked up a book that someone was reading and scoffed before throwing it back onto the desk.
The small number of students who had been sitting quietly, left quickly. I didn't blame them, either. Why would anybody want to stick around only to be harassed by the two biggest assholes on the planet? I, however, had no choice but to stay and watch as they strolled toward me.
Mrs. Carney was the librarian, but she had noticed that I spent more time in there than I did anywhere else, so for the last year, I'd been helping out every afternoon. Unfortunately for me, Mrs. Carney was out that day, so I was left alone.
"Sup" Corey sniffed, leaning over the desk and grinning at me. "You got any books on turning a nerd into a cock whore?"
I raised a brow as Troy laughed loudly, walked around the desk and opened the small door where I was sitting.
"What?" I asked, fully aware that the three of us were now completely isolated from the rest of the students.
Corey looked around, then turned back to me and his grin became wider.
"I want to know" he said slowly, in barely more than a whisper, "how to turn a little bitch like you into a dirty, filthy cock slut".
I felt my cheeks burn red as Troy pushed open the door and stood behind me. I wasn't the first guy that they'd terrorised, and I sure as hell wouldn't be the last, but that made it no less uncomfortable.
"If... If you're not checking anything out" I mumbled, barely able to get the words out, "then... Then I'm gonna have to ask you to leave".
Troy squeezed my shoulders tightly. His grip was strong and painful, but I sat there and squirmed. Both of them were star athletes. Both of them dwarfed me in height and width, and I had no doubt that either one of them could pop my head like a bag of chips.
"But we are checking something out" he slithered in my ear, and pushed his hands down the front of my chest.
"Alright guys" I said, as sternly as I could, "you've had your fun, now please leave before I call –"
"Call who?" Corey interrupted, jumping over the desk and crouching down in front of me, his hands on my knees. "Your mommy? Mrs. Carney? The headmaster?"
I could feel him push my legs apart whilst Troy held me back on the chair. My heart began pounding in my chest, but neither of them let up.
"S... Security" I choked out, and both of them laughed.
"Go on then" Troy snarled, "open that pretty little mouth and call them". He grabbed my chin and squeezed my cheeks with his strong fingers as Corey leaned closer to me until I could smell the aroma of fresh sweat from his most recent practice.
"Scream for us, slut" he whispered, but no sound left my mouth.
"Thought so".
The two of them dragged me to my feet and shoved me backwards into the small office. Troy slammed the door shut, locking it so as to ensure complete privacy whilst they did whatever it was they wanted to do.
"Come on guys" I groaned, as they watched me like hunters, "I'm not in the mood to play around".
"Who's playing?" Corey sneered, stepping toward me and holding me against the wall, "I ain't playing, are you playing, Troy?"
"Nah bro" his friend grinned, "I ain't playing".
They knew I was gay. The rumour had gotten out a year ago, and I'd been dealing with all the shit that came with that ever since. This, like all the rest of the times, was another cruel prank designed to humiliate me. They'd tease me until I found myself truly wanting what they were suggesting, and then they'd call me some nasty words and laugh as they left me there.
"Why don't you turn around and show us that pussy?" Troy said, pulling my t-shirt up to reveal my slender body, "maybe if it's nice enough, we'll ruin it for you".
I tried to pull my t-shirt free, but there was absolutely no point attempting to overpower either of them. Their biceps were the size of my head, so if they wanted me naked, they'd get me naked, regardless.
"Please, man" I whined, as they slid my shirt over my head, "I know you're just fucking with me".
Corey laughed and grabbed my wrist. I waited for a slap in the face with my own hand, or something just as humiliating, but instead, he guided it toward his crotch and my eyes widened when I felt the pulsing bulge beneath the fabric.
"Does that feel like we're fucking with you?" He asked seriously, and I gulped.
Corey and Troy were the hottest guys I'd ever met. They were the hottest guys that most people had ever met. They looked more like brothers than best friends, with their honey coloured hair, flawless complexions, and shredded bodies. They'd been teasing me like this for months, always in an attempt to embarrass me or simply bully me in front of other people, but as I stood there with my hand over Corey's large, hard rod, I found myself fantasising about the fact that maybe, just maybe they weren't kidding.
"Take them off" Troy ordered, yanking at my pants, "I wanna see what our little cock slave wears under his clothes".
in that moment, spurred on by the arousal that was coursing through my veins. Perhaps they knew that I was so desperate to be used by them that it physically hurt, or perhaps they didn't know, and they were doing it anyway. I wasn't sure which one was hotter.