Layfield High: Chapter 1
[[/></a><br /> <br /> * * *<br /> <br /> Layfield High School: The Bully Was my Boyfriend...<br /> <br /> Written by: Damion St. James<br /> <br /> * * *<br /> <br /> <br /> Prologue:<br /> <br /> When people think of Layfield high school, most of them consider the great football teams that it had in it's day, the women's basketball team that set a league record, or the year the gym caught fire the night of the prom. From 1977 to 1986 Layfield High was undefeated in High School football games, cementing their names in Georgia state history. Several students from those years went on to play college ball and a few of those graduates went on to play professional ball.<br /> <br /> In 1993 the Layfield High School women's basketball team set a league record for the most amount of points scored in one game for the inter-scholastic-league, scoring over 144 points in one game and defeating rival Jefferson Davis High 144 - 78.<br /> <br /> In 1955, during a terrible storm, the senior prom decided to proceed. Halfway through the night, the wind broke open a window, and knocked over a display set which in turn knocked over a food table and sent water right into the electrical setup of the band on stage. Fortunately no one was hurt badly despite the lead singer and guitarist being treated for electrical burns. The gym went up like tinder, the old wood gym floor catching faster than most had anticipated. In 1957 the new Gym opened, complete with a pool, and adjacent to the main building.<br /> <br /> The building itself after renovations stands 3 stories tall, and is on the longer side. It teaches 1500 students a year, and has over 300 classrooms. The gym is connected by means of a covered corridor on the east wing, and there is a new auditorium which has been built onto the west wing. The school has a light tan finish, and has a nice cozy look on the inside.<br /> <br /> But all that is irrelevant on the minds of the minds of the class of 2000. They experienced something different, a story that can only be called one of love. It is a story of love, hate, sex, violence, change, murder, and romance. The more emotional members of that class would call this story](%5C)
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Nathan the meerkat laid sprawled out on the soft grass of the football field, staring up at the clouds that were gathering above him. The childhood game of "cloud watching" had never grown old to him. His eyes focused on one Cirrus cloud, then a cumulous and even a nimbus here and there. He smirked and drew his knees up and looked at the particular cloud he'd centered in on. At first it resembled a Dodge Viper, but now it looked more like a hot dog smothered in greasy and potent chili. Nathan sighed and smacked his lips, he could sure go for a chili-dog, but his lunch tickets were running low for the week and it would either be a Chili dog today, and sack lunches on Thursday and Friday - or he could hold off and just stick with the warm pre-prepared lunches the school made.
He couldn't understand why his mother complained so about how he meticulously planned out his meals for the week. At least he was planning something, and at 13 he wondered why he should even have to bother planning for anything at all except school. Some days he felt good he managed to put on anything more than underwear - he felt accomplished on those days (which was every day after his mother yelled at him for strutting into the kitchen in his jockeys). But his mother had real stuff to worry about like bills, and appointments and a job to worry about, all Nathan figured he really had to worry over was getting dressed in the morning and planning out his meals for the week.
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Oh...and homework but he didn't much care for it either way.
And then Nathan felt it. For no real reason, he had an erection. He knew it, because he was pretty well hung for a 13 year old, and his too-small briefs were straining to contain his monster package.
"God damn I wasn't even thinking about anything sexy!" He thought to himself. It could have been reminiscing on strutting around in his jockeys; that could have triggered his involuntary response, or it could have been the warm Georgia breeze that was running over his body like the gentle caress of a lover and going right down through his blue jeans waistline. In either case, his erection was making a firm tent in his jeans, and the last thing he wanted was to get caught pitching one right there on the football field.
Without thinking, he thrust his hand into the front of his pants, and under the waistline of his briefs. He had begged his mother to take him underwear shopping (a first in both their lives), but she hadn't thought to do anything about it since. Nathan cursed his growth spurt; he was nearing 6 feet tall already, and his dick was getting bigger. Nathan never recalled his dad or grandfather being this particularly gifted in the basement, but he didn't complain...except for moments like this.
His hand had wrapped around the base of his flesh, and was just about to adjust, when he heard two feet plant themselves behind him - and judging by how heavy the footsteps were, they probably weren't friendly. Shit.
"Well look what we have here? Pounding the pud in public? My how our young Bates has grown." Came a sarcastic voice from above and behind Nathan.
Nathan craned his head up and finished his adjustment and withdrew his hand, looking at the boots and leather clad legs of Balian Jyles.
"Shut up Balian, I was just adjusting." Nathan said incredulously, a bit annoyed at being interrupted in the middle of his thought process, let alone annoyed by the presence of the school bully himself. Balian was a spry and athletic white greyhound, whom was keen on wearing leather pants and jackets, often complimented with denim vests and biker boots. He wore his hair long, and even had a few earrings. Rumor was he also had tattoos, but no one ever saw them. The greyhound had played football, basketball, wrestling, swim team, and had competed in track and field and cross country - that was until he eventually got himself banned from nearly all but swim team. Nathan snickered inside at how poor behavior gets the things you love taken away.
Balian, as he most often was, was accompanied by his three goons: Twitch, Snitch, and Bomber. Twitch the Chihuahua earned his nickname for the hereditary twitching he did as a result of being what he was, Snitch the gecko was known as snitch because of his ability to blend in (some times literally) into crowds and rats out other wrongdoers more often just to get himself off the hook, and last bomber the badger was given his nickname by the whole school for his raunchy flatulence that many people considered chemically created by stink bombs, but in all actuality were nothing more than the raw deal. Bomber once let one go down near the school's air conditioning intake vent and nearly cleared the building with his horrid brand.
"Adjusting huh? Thinking dirty thoughts? Oh such a naughty boy, someone should tell your mother what kind of a dirty mind you have. In the mean time, lunch period is almost over and groundskeeper Jackson asked me to remind you to come in."
Nathan stood and turned his back to his unwanted company, all 4 of them and sighed. "How kind of you." Nathan said sarcastically, pulling his T shirt down outside of his jeans.
"What do you say boys? Half mast or bargain basement?" Balian asked his cronies.
"Definitely bargain basement B, definitely bargain basement." Twitch said with an evil overtone. The others chimed in, agreeing to Twitch's decision and the group slowly closed in around Nathan.
Nathan had no clue that they were still behind him as he was bending over to pick up his backpack, when he suddenly felt a group of hands grasp the waistband of his pants, and jerk them down around his ankles. He blinked, in utter disbelief as he felt that same warm Georgia breeze running over his naked legs. Nathan's jaw dropped, as surely everyone could now see his tight red briefs with his monster penis stretching the fabric, as his T shirt wasn't long enough to cover his lower region.
"Hey everybody! Check me out!" Twitch shouted from behind Nathan, as the group of bullies turned their backs on Nathan, as if they had no clue what was going on, and started to walk away casually. The students in the bleachers whom were not paying attention, were now and burst out laughing at the sight of Nathan standing with his pants round his ankles. There were jeers and cat calls from people in the stands, but Nathan couldn't hear them. He was so stunned, he was still recovering from the shock of being disrobed.
"Hey nice flag pole there!" Some girl said.
"It's called a belt retard!" Another man said.
After wallowing in shock and self pity for another few moments, Nathan pulled his pants back up and turned around to yell at Balian and his gang, but they were no where in sight, having already left the scene. Balian cursed and muttered to himself, and slung his backpack over one shoulder to head indoors.
He didn't make it far however, as Mrs. Joe-Hansen the English teacher, was calling for his attention.
"Jesus Christ..." Nathan muttered to himself. He moved his way over to the teacher reluctantly and gave her the privilege of his gaze. The Border Collie English teacher was what many would consider hot, if you were into women. Big boobs, slender waist, child-bearin' hips, ghetto bootie, all that. Nathan, still in the closet - very very in the closet - found nothing redeeming about the sight of Mrs. Joe-Hansen other than for some irresistible reason he couldn't stop staring at her breasts, and had a further urge to suck and play with them and finally tittyfuck her and cum in her face.
"Are you listening to me?" Mrs. Joe-Hansen snapped. Woah, must have happened again.
"Erm no I wasn't what'd you say?"
"I asked you what in the world you're thinking pulling your pants down like that and displaying yourself in that nature?"
Nathan said. "It wasn't me, Balian did it."
The lady rolled her eyes and said. "That's everyone's excuse this year isn't it? 'Balian did it', or 'Balian made me do it' or excuses like that. Well it's not going to work this time, you're going to be held accountable for your actions."
Nathan opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped by the further shock to his system of hearing her words. This couldn't be happening, this had to have been a dream. "You're kidding right? Mrs. Joe-Hansen, listen I nev-"
But before he could speak any further, he was silenced by a hand in his face. "Don't want to hear it, you and I are going straight to Principal Fujitsu's office right now."
And before he could protest, she grasped the D ring on the back of his pack intended for hanging on racks, and began to lead him unceremoniously through the halls of his high school, to further snickers and jeers as he passed by his peers.
"I'd rather be standing in the field buck naked being fucked wild by a dog while an old man nuts off in my face...in the middle of lunch period than be here right now..." He thought to himself. Not that he was into any of the above, moreover he couldn't think of things getting much worse.
Mr. Masaru Takashi Fujitsu was possibly the most athletic and built panda anyone had ever seen. His brother Yang, was over 300 pounds with a 46 inch waist, and his father was nearing 600 pounds with a near 70 inch waist. Everyone called him Papa Ming. But Masaru was down to a 34 inch waist, 19 inch biceps, and abs you could wash clothes with. He was a Georgia State wrestling champion, as well as a weight lifting champion, and rumor has it he also had set some records in his native Japan as a youth.
But all that aside, he was also one of the most intimidating principals in the state because of his soft-spoken nature. A giant that speaks as soft as a whisper, and yet could break you in half if he really wanted to was definitely awe inspiring. His office was inviting, as well as foreboding in it's sense that despite how friendly an aura that Mr. Fujitsu threw out to people, it was still his office and a place where law was laid down, and ultimately a place for order and conformity.
This was the fourth time Nathan had been into the Principal's office this year. The first was when he started at the beginning of the year and Masaru had decided to meet with each student - all 1500 of them - one at a time to get to know his students. The second time was when Nathan was being congratulated as most improved student of the month of November. The last time was to see him about arguing with Balian in the bathroom, and now once again for a Balian-related offence.
After checking in with the office, and sitting on the bench of shame (yes it was actually called the bench of shame, it had big letters carved into it), Mr. Fujitsu called Nathan in.
"This is all happening so fast..." Nathan thought to himself, but shrugged and trudged into the office and closed the door behind him.
Inside, Mr. Fujitsu sat at a big Japanese wood table, which was very shiny and had long sharp corners. Japanese style art hung on the wall, and Fujitsu had even rolled out some authentic rugs on the floor. On the back window several Banzai trees decorated the sill, and in the corner a small bamboo plant grew. In another corner a small indoor waterfall had been built from one of those ceramic ones you can get at outdoor shops, but he had built in out of the old drinking fountain's pipe system so a beautiful serene little waterfall complete with Japanese fish swimming around the pool completed the scene.
Fuji had even gone to the expense of getting Japanese style chairs for people to sit in. Some local rednecks thought he was forcing his culture on people, while Nathan thought he was just trying to make people feel comfortable. The last principal Waynes had been principal there for near to 30 years, and all he ever decorated the room with was implements of discipline, and pictures of the old football team, and pictures of himself back when he'd served in the military (Nathan had guessed that was probably before phones had been invented). Col. James Waynes often would come to school dressed in his military uniform from back in the day, and would carry a riding crop under his arm. The old wolf was surly and bitter now, and had been ousted from his position 3 years ago when Waynes had been forced to retire due to his age as well as due to his eccentric behavior. The older members of the community was sorry to see him go, while more liberals like Nathan and his parents were interested in ushering in a new day in Layfield.
Principal Fujitsu was sitting behind his desk, sipping on what looked like some green tea from a sake dish, and had a second cup set in front of the place meant for Nathan. Nathan took a moment to bow respectfully to Mr. Fujitsu which he returned and sat, deciding against the tea as he'd just ate.
"Mr. Bates, do you know why you're in here today?" He asked in his soft spoken, and near perfect English.
Nathan rubbed the back of his hair, and flattened his ears. "I believe I'm here because Mrs. Joe-Hansen thinks I pulled my pants down in front of everyone."
Mr. Fujitsu sipped his tea and shook his head slightly. "That's very nice of you to offer that opinion, but what I'd asked you is 'why' you were in here and if you knew why. I'll ask again, do you know why you're in my office?"
Nathan thought of an answer but ultimately shook his head, deciding against answering. Mr. Fujitsu was much more wise of a thinker than he'd remembered, and he really didn't want to be in the office longer than was necessary, "No sir."
"You've been called in here, because it's the opinion of the faculty and me that there seems to be some disarray revolving around and directly at one Balian Jyles. Would you care to comment on that?"
Nathan blinked and sighed. "Well, he and I don't get along at all. He's bullied me since day one, and today he pulls my pants down in front of everyone. Last week he took my clothes in the shower room, and the week before that he turned me upside down and stole my CD Player and lunch tickets. He's rude to me, calls me names, and apparently likes to strip me in public."
"And do you see any reason as to why he may do this?" Mr. Fujitsu asked, taking another long sip of his tea.
Nathan scratched his head again, and crossed his legs. He was getting an erection again thinking about being naked in public...and why he had no clue. Stupid puberty. "Well sir, I can only guess that he doesn't like me and that he enjoys picking on me and other people, that perhaps he gets some kind of kick out of it sir."
The Principal nodded his head and set down his drink, and folded his arms across his big chest, which stretched the fabric of his shirt much like Nathan's penis stretched the fabric of his briefs - only not so poignant. "Balian comes from a troubled home, and a troubled past. His father passed away a few years ago, and he's been held back a few times. Most of his friends from childhood have all graduated and moved away, and he feels further isolated - of course this is all that I can observe as for the latter. His violent and sophomoric behavior leaves little to be desired to say the least, however I believe that there is a method to the madness behind him, and that with guidance he may shape up to be a great student."
"He's a sports Jock, all he knows is how to do sports stuff sir." Nathan said without thinking. He then regretted saying that, as Mr. Fujitsu closed his eyes.
"Sports, sometimes give people the only focus and guidance that they can understand. Whereas with you academics and higher learning; art, social studies, mathematics, music, science are what drive you I imagine. Success at knowledge is what you strive to achieve if I'm not mistaken."
Nathan couldn't argue really, Mr. Fujitsu seemed to know more about him than he knew about himself. "Yes sir. I like to read and learn and draw."
"Draw? I think I've seen some of your art. Yes...didn't you draw that picture of me in that cartoon where I was wearing my posing thong and did the pose down against the football coach, Coach O'Brien for the school newspaper?"
Nathan inadvertently blushed and grew erect again. This time it was for a reason he knew of. Yeah it was him that had drawn the cartoon for the school newspaper. It wasn't necessarily that he had the hots for Mr. Fujitsu at all, but the image of that athlete's body in nothing but that scant undergarment, covered in posing oil...filled Nathan right up with another monster erection. "Uh...yeah. I hope you liked it."
Mr. Fujitsu smiled softly and nodded once. "It was flattering to say the least. Where I come from, men with my body type are often considered...freaks of nature. We're either very tiny men, or very large obese men. There are hardly many in-betweens. I worked very hard to build this bulk and to build this body without artificial enhancers and drugs. Your cartoon, to some of my people might be considered an insult - dishonorable practically. I find the beauty in your work, and have even taken the liberty of framing a copy of it on my wall at my home."
Nathan's ears lifted up. For a disciplinary meeting, this was going rather well. "Th-thanks sir! My mom likes my art too, she saves everything, even stuff I threw away. She just digs it out of the trash and saves it. She's got books and books of my work."
"And you're only 13 years old, correct?" Mr. Fujitsu asked, this time making sure rather than stating facts he already knew.
"Yeah, I got skipped ahead from the 7th over the 8th grade. So here I am."
With a long sigh, Mr. Fujitsu leaned back in his chair a bit, and considered the boy. "I recommend just doing your best to avoid this Balian, and I'll see that some sort of action is taken. In the mean time, report to your appropriate period."
"I'm not in trouble?" Nathan asked, actually shocked.
"Why should I punish you for someone else's actions? You're not a whipping boy. No, Thank you for coming in and clearing the air with me, I appreciate honesty."
And with a bow, which Nathan returned, he stood and began to exit the room but was stopped by his principal by a cough. "
"Oh...and I recommend wearing some looser clothing in the crotch area. Maintaining erections in too tight of clothing can be damaging."
Nathan's ears dropped in a flush of embarrassment. He chuckled nervously and could feel himself beginning to sweat. "That noticeable?"
"Well, if you can forgive me for being frank - but I am a male. That is by chance, one of the biggest protrusions I've seen from a student your age. You may need to switch to some larger pants and undergarments."
Nathan didn't know how to take this. On the one hand it was extremely odd and a bit uncomfortable for his principal to be taking notice of the fact he had a boner and to be making wardrobe suggestions, and possibly borderline sexual harassment - and yet - at the same time it was nice for someone to actually agree with him for once on the fact his clothes were too tight. "Uh, I'll go get some later this week probably."
"Good. Have a productive rest of the day. I'd like to not see you in my office unless it's to discuss more positive stimuli Mr. Bates."
Nathan's drooped ears swept backwards a little, and he nodded a bit, twitching his tail, and finally exiting the room.
As Nathan entered the soft beige halls of his school, with his shoes lightly squeaking off the old tile floors that'd been polished so bright it often appeared you were walking on a mirror of yourself, Nathan made a conscious effort to forget what'd just happened, and go on with his day. Yeah, that was the ticket, go to classes as if it was just another day.
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And that he did. Every class was just as boring as the others. Math 1-2, Science 1-2, Political Science, and Physical Education all went uneventfully - well that was till shower time.
Nathan stood naked under the virtually searing hot jets of water in the locker room's showers. The communal showers to this day are the same as when they were built. There 4 columns and 3 rows of pillars from which 3 shower hears jutted out at every which angle. The shower room was very spacious, so no one had to really fear standing cheek-to-cheek with someone. But aside from the brilliant design, the pipes were still old and the water was hard. On top of that the water heater had broken down recently and been repaired, and now made only very hot water to scalding - there was no "cold" water at Layfield High's showers.
Naked, Nathan's near 9 and a half inch penis (including foreskin) hung between his body. His body had some muscle definition, but nothing worth writing mother about. He'd done some work with his dad and had earned some satisfactory arm muscle definition, and some fair to midland leg tone as well; but aside from all that he was relatively unremarkable with the exception of his penis. Around back he had a set of darker stripes and a matching tip to his tail. His buttocks were absolutely perfectly heart shaped. He could feel the water making various rivers and running down the curvy swoop of his spine and down his tail while others ran the other way and across his butt cheeks and down the crack of his cheeks to meet the rivers that fell from his sagging scrotum.
At times Nathan hated being so well hung. While having the older students expressing jealousy at his sex organ's proportions was often a fun experience, the fact that he often felt like a freak of nature ruined what little joy that brought him. He knew that he'd probably grow longer too, and that his penis could reach possibly scary lengths. At times, he worried how long it would get when erect, let alone soft like it was.
The other freshman had taken their peeks at him, and he'd paid them no notice. Nathan took a long time to wash, shampoo and condition his fur which gave him the necessary distraction away from the peeping eyes of his peers.
As he was beginning to apply his first application of shampoo after a full soaping, rubbing the flowery scented stuff into his hair he felt a tapping on his back. Without turning around, he craned his neck around as far as his body would allow, and came to look upon his good friend TK. "What's up?"
"Hey you mind getting my back and butt?" TK asked, turning around and presenting his body.
Nathan's ears swept back and he bit his lips. He'd known TK for a while, since they were kids practically. He'd washed his friend's body several times, and had thought nothing of it; but after what'd happened earlier today, Nathan had never felt more alert and aware of himself and his surroundings. The Oreo patterned short-haired feline was utterly naked, wet, and was virtually presented to him. The water was running down his back and down his tail just like it was on his own, and making the hair much shorter and causing his more desirable features stand out. TK had a rounder ass, and while not as defined as his own, it was definitely...eye catching. His back also had great shoulder blade lines and strong back muscles, drawing up to his neck and the smiling face of the cat. Going back down, the white scrotum of the cat hung soaked and wet, only the vaguest of outlines showing from between his slightly clenched cheeks.
Nathan caught himself before he got in to deep and turned the water on hotter to scald away his growing erection before anyone noticed too much. He made a brief "Yeah sure." And took TK's soap from his hands.
"I'd wash myself but I just can't get my back, and I don't like washing my butt." TK said, washing his front while Nathan examined the bottle out of force-of-habit.
"Why don't you wash your butt?" Nathan asked as he read the bottle's brand to himself. Pert Plus...cheap yet effective.
"Well cause it looks like I'm begging some guy to come and fuck me in the ass, and I don't want that." TK replied, rubbing the shampoo further into his fur.
Nathan's ears resumed their normal upwards pose, and he stuck out his tongue for a moment. "Dude," he started, his voice cracking in a slight chuckle mid-way through. "Are you afraid to do it because you don't want some guy to come fuck you in the ass, or you just don't want people to think you want it in the butt?"
TK shuddered and clenched his cheeks. "Neither - thank you." He said short and frank, yet friendly to the point of not intending to sound insulting.
But the thought had crossed Nathan's mind, how interesting it would be to feel himself enter TK's clenched buttocks. It was almost sinful, and he had thought better of himself, but even as he squeezed the product into his hands and began to rub it into his classmate's back, he couldn't help but imagine it being sensual massage oil and the pair being in a romantic lit shower setting at a bathhouse...or even his own private bathroom at home.
He'd draw it out later...
"So what was that all about with you pulling your pants down at lunch? You think just cause you got the biggest dick in our class you have to show it off?" TK said jokingly.
"Oh yeah, like I'm such an exhibitionist; I'm 13 years old, what do I have to gain from parading around half naked?"
"I don't know," TK said feeling Nathan's hands on his body, and leaning into them, giving himself a free massage. "Girls would like that. Maybe some guys...if they're into that. Pedophiles? I don't know Nate, but I'd still like to know why you did that."
Nathan tisked. "You obviously don't know your movies, but It would seem that Balian does. Pulled that right out of 'Weird Science' man you uncultured ass."
TK laughed "No that's my ass you have your hands on - and speaking of that, any longer than 15 seconds and you've gone into fag country you know."
Nathan removed his hands and replaced them on himself, and turned. He was done touching his attractive friend, weather he wanted that to be so or not.
"He has no clue..." Nathan thought to himself. "I'd saw off my drawing hand just to feel what sex is like with him...or anyone for that matter. Ugh...being a virgin sucks..."
The next few minutes were uneventful as the ones before the washing, except now the pair were done washing and had moved onto drying and dressing. The pair had continued talking about mundane things like the upcoming summer vacation, football try-outs, senior prom, and all the other things that Nathan really didn't give a shit about, but still talked about because he valued his friendship with TK.
TK was one of a few friends that Nathan had, and his best friend. He could remember growing up with him as a kid while they walked through the locker room. They talked about kids things: What did beer taste like? Would the South ever rise again? Do girls have cooties? Would it be gross or fun to go skinny dipping in the old mud pond? Would
They ever make a sequel to Terminator 2, or Rocky V or even Rambo? What DOES Cobra Commander look like unmasked? If Russia were to attack is it true all the would be left standing would be cockroaches, Cher, Joan Rivers, and Dolly Parton's Tits? Were peanut butter cookies really the best flavor cookie? Why does Hawaii have an interstate highway?
He remembered them all, and so far as teenagers, they had come up with the following answers: Beer tastes like urine. Yeah, fat chance of the South raising anything other than the price of Nascar tickets. No, girls don't have cooties but they can have nasty crabs (according to health class). Skinny dipping at the old mud pond was definitely fun and stimulating and he enjoyed doing it often. Yeah right like Arnold or Stalone would ever do anything other than the crap they were working on. No one seems to know what Cobra Commander looks like unmasked, and no one seems to really care. Russia is pretty much too poor to attack anyone, and most likely if the world would end yeah they'd all still be around. Damn straight peanut butter is the best. And because some people were douche bags and didn't notice probably.
As he bent over to pick up his clothes piled up at the base of his locker, and just when he had grabbed his pants and underwear, Nathan felt the unmistakable sting and heard the crack of a wet towel across his backside. It felt like he'd been branded, and he stood up swiftly, holding his rear in pain, and wrapping his own towel around himself. Laughter erupted in the locker room.
"Now that couldn't have been a more beautiful shot. Perfect target, perfect distance...then wham! I don't think the Japanese at Pearl Harbor could have done any better." Came the voice of Balian from behind.
"Shut up, what do you know about history?" Nathan grumbled, a small welt rising on his right ass cheek where he'd been struck. Balian was still all dressed up in his normal leathers, but his hair had come down and it spilled around his shoulders giving him the appearance of an 80's rocker.
The white greyhound shook his head. "All I know about history is if you don't learn you'll repeat it. So show me your little fanny again and I'll make sure to give the other cheek one to match."
More laughter erupted from behind him. Balian's goon squad no doubt. Nathan gave Balian his back, and pulled on a set of yellow and black briefs, and then his jeans, and a flannel shirt. He aggressively slammed his locker shut to jeers and cat calls of "Cannon pecker" and "Sweet cheeks" with the goons blowing kisses along the way.
Nathan stormed out onto the grounds and walked up to his mother's car, wearing the most cross face he could muster. His mother, knew something was up, even without looking at his face. Especially with the way he nearly ripped the door off it's hinge and slammed it shut, and dumped himself into the passenger-side bucket seat.
"Well? Pleasant day at school?" She asked, putting the car in reverse and beginning to drive out of the school's lot.
"No. I was pretty well humiliated again by Balian Jyles and his gang of losers."
Used to the incessant rants of her son, she tuned out the anger in his voice and just listened to his words. She was still dressed in her nurse's scrubs from work, and her eyes looked tired. "Well, tell me what happened."
Nathan laid his head against the passenger side window, and crossed his legs. "Mom it's the same old story just with a new twist each time. There I am minding my own business, planning out my lunch, when Balian comes up and picks on me, and then pulls my pants down in front of everyone! Then just now in the locker room he whipped me with the towel and his gang called me names!" He said sighing with exasperation.
His mother was a kind and nurturing mother. She wasn't the kind to invalidate his feelings by making her own seem more important. She wasn't the one to say "Well if you think that's bad you should hear what happened to me..." and begin ranting about how horrible their day was and make you feel worse for having brought it up in the first place. No, she was a listener and she thought better of herself for doing so. "Well what did they make fun of you about?"
"My penis...my butt...same as always pretty much." Nathan said with a grumble, adjusting his seat belt.
His mother blinked. "Why are they making fun of your penis? Are they saying you're too small?'
Nathan snorted. "Mom, not to be crude but you see a lot of naked men. This thing you and dad gave me is huge. I swear I'm going to have to have a license to own a concealed weapon if this thing gets any bigger."
Sheila Bates blinked her eyes, and did her best to hide her blush. She was his mother, but part of her fancied the idea of a big penis, and one definitely bigger than his fathers. On the other hand, after seeing a hundred penises a week, the idea of them had grown rather sterile to an extent. On another hand part of her didn't understand why men were so obsessed with their penises, and why it mattered that much to them; and yet at the same time she could understand why he was a bit worried about his manhood as she was blessed with quite a rack. It had given her back problems and ultimately she had to have a breast reduction, but her life affirming orbs were still eye catching man magnets at a 36D. She was thinking of having a second reduction, but Harvey her husband threatened to start cheating on her if she did. With Harvey's mental state, she wasn't sure that was just a joke.
But Sheila couldn't have time to think about her breasts right now, as her son was talking and she had to do the mom thing. "Well son perhaps he's just envious. A lot of men get that way when they see another man bigger than they are, so they consider it an encroachment on their territory, and they assume the man with the biggest penis is going to get all the girls."
"But mom, you know I'm not into girls."
Too true. Sheila was the only person in the whole universe aside from Nathan whom was aware of her son's interests in partners. It was stunning at first, but she was glad she could finally have someone to go shopping with, and a man whom could actually go underwear shopping with (which reminded her she had forgotten to get him some new underwear). Nathan had confided in her one evening when she had caught him moaning a boy's name in his sleep. Sheila couldn't care less, but Nathan's dad was not in the right frame of mind to be having that kind of revelation; he'd just returned form duty in Afghanistan and the whole experience had left him a bit sour and bitter about life in general. So Harvey didn't work, and she had to pick up the slack. She considered Nathan lucky with him just having to deal with things like puberty, school, bullies, and a budding interest in other boys - while she had the duties of raising 4 kids, working full time at the hospital, and keeping Harvey satisfied in the bedroom all in a given day.
"Yes I know you're not into girls. It's fine by me. Just remember where you are son and to be very careful."
Nathan nodded once more. "Sometimes I just want to scream it out mom. I mean, TK had me wash him like I always do, and I wanted to just...just..."
"Touch him?"
Nathan nodded and didn't answer further.
"Sexual desires is natural at your age honey, I'd just advise you to be careful you know? Bad things have happened to good people."
Nathan nodded once more, and just closed his eyes, and napped for the rest of the ride home.
Nathan's family lived in what used to be an old plantation house back in the Civil War. Harvey had inherited it from his grandfather whom had passed it on down from his father. Sheila disapproved of the rebel flags that hung from the flag pole out front and from a few of the windows, but Harvey was incessant about teaching the kids about southern history and about how good the south could have been. Sheila thought it was more like teaching the children to be bigots is more like it.
The house had three stories, not including the basement level. It was a smaller plantation house than the others in the state, but it was a fair bit of space. The old slave quarters out back had been redone so they were like small one bedroom studio apartments. Nathan had begged to use one for his room and finally got his wish. Now he had ultimate privacy away from his younger and more juvenile siblings. They needed to be close to mom and dad, he didn't. Last thing he wanted to hear was his mother getting bucked wild at 4 in the morning.
Granted, Nathan thought, a healthy sex life was good for two married adults, but damn his mother was a moaner. Now he could just curl up in bed, listen to his radio, and do his homework completely uninterrupted. For safety as well as communication, the house had been fitted with an intercom system, so if anyone needed him they could just buzz him. His younger brother always took advantage of this, which is why he ignored 90% of the messages given to him by his younger sibling.
As they stepped out of the car, Nathan could see his dad, clad in nothing but the shortest of short shorts, working on his pick up truck. Nathan seriously wondered how it was possible for him to be anything but gay with all these temptations around. His dad just liked to wear short shorts he supposed...and no shirt...while bent over...damnit another erection.
Shelia told her son that dinner would be ready at 7, and to not be late. He nodded and exited the car, just as his father swooped in to collect his mother. He was like a vulture more than like a Meerkat, with the way he moved in and collected her into his arms and buried his face in her neck. Ick...
The last thing he wanted to see was his dad feel up his mother. He hurried off to his little house, and opened the door, and tossed his bag onto the floor, and flopped onto his queen sized bed. He bounced once when he landed, and let out a sigh of relief, glad to be home. He was glad to be in a place where bullies couldn't touch him, and his brothers wouldn't bother him, and he could be free of his mothers orgasmic moaning - real or not.
The old slave quarters were small, and were often the size of single bedrooms in some houses, but it was his and it was completely private. On his ceiling was an old Georgia state flag which hung above his bed. He may not have been for the rebels, but he liked the flag's design nonetheless. On his walls were posters of a few 80's bands he enjoyed, and tons of art that he'd drawn in the last year. He had grown excellent at drawing people, in all sorts of says and shapes. He had a picture of his mother planting flowers, his brothers horsing around in the pool, a picture of his dad in his army clothes, and lots of his friends. He even drew pictures of random men in underwear and swimsuits and even a few nudes. The nudes however were stored elsewhere...where his father couldn't see it.
Next to his headboard was a drawing of Mark Spitz, an Olympic swimmer from back in the day. He had seen tapes of the swimmer in his speedos, and had since fallen utterly in love with men in said swim garment. The otter in the picture was putting on his swim cap and adjusting his goggles, and then mounting the diving platform as if someone had snapped pictures of him without his knowledge. He'd drawn that one a few months ago, and was pleased with his work. He was disappointed with his strokes, but his pencil work was still superior to the rest of the kids in class.
"Now to finish you off you little cuss." He said as he stripped his pants off, and threw them to the floor with his change scattering about, and pulled his penis from the hole in the front of the briefs. His erection stood proud at 9 inches give or take, the foreskin slightly pealed back, and a bit of pre pooled around the lips.
He grabbed some lube from under his pillow that his mother had given to him, and greased up his palm, and then wrapped his left hand around himself, and closed his eyes. He was began to stroke himself up and down slowly, working his entire length and getting it lubricated, before settling on the middle, and beginning to stroke. In his head he was no longer in his bedroom masturbating, he was laying in the middle of the woods with TK, and was sliding his cock in and out of that butt of his. TK would have his arms out in front of him, and would be lightly arching his back, but would have his pelvis and penis against the dirt. Nathan imagined himself with his arms underneath TK's, his body in a similar half-push up, rolling his lower hips and sliding his length in and out of him. He looked down in his fantasy and saw that tush, and saw his tan penis sliding in and out of TK's slicked hole, and rivers of cum pouring out from the previous loads that he's dropped into his friend.
Nathan stroked himself faster, not going to be able to hold out long. Nathan opened his shirt and tossed it on the floor, and began to rub his body all over, groping himself every chance he got. He continued to fantasize - now imagining himself laying upon his back, with his hands gripping the feline's chest and holding it tight. Both of them are dripping with mud, and they are on the banks of the muddy pond they so enjoy. His cock slicked with mud, and slipping in and out. The pair moaned together in orgasmic bliss, TK began to cum as he showered his face with his sticky semen.
"Ugh I'm gonna cum in your ass!" Nathan said both in the fantasy and in reality. He was stroking himself rapidly now, working himself to a fever pitch and arching his back. In his fantasy, he shoved TK's cock deep into his mouth in reality he bent forward, lifted a leg and sucked a few inches of his own length and began to cum.
Both dream and real Nathan moaned as he tasted semen run down his throat, the dream Nathan emptying his load into his friend's hot ass, while real Nathan swallowed his own load. It was a lot too...nearly a pint and a half of semen gushing in throbbing pulsating globs down his throat. He'd been waiting all day to do that.
When his fantasy dissipated, and he opened his eyes and began to taste the bitter flavor of his lube over the sweet flavor of his semen, and felt himself getting a cramp, he uncurled from himself and laid flat, his cock slapping limp against his pelvis as it continued to protrude through the hole in the front of the garment.
A few more squirts spattered his chest and underwear, as his orgasm died. His mouth was still full of a few ounces of sperm which he had to swallow at to recover fully. He let out a triumphant sigh...and curled up into himself onto his bed, licking his cum from inside his mouth.
TK took a short nap, resting after his explosive orgasm, and awoke when his intercom was buzzing. He grumbled and pushed the answer button next to his bed. "Yeah?"
"Mom wants you, dinner time." Came the cute 5 year old voice of his youngest brother Nicholas. Nathan thanked his brother and ended the conversation. He looked down, his snake of a penis coiled between his legs and still resting outside the function hole of his briefs.
"You satisfied now?" He asked the sleeping penis. It throbbed once in response. Seemed like it would behave for a while now. He stuffed his massive tool back inside his briefs, and stretched feline like in his bed by arching his back and twisting his body. His back made several loud obnoxious pops and snaps, before he rolled out of bed. He slipped his shirt off, and pulled on his pajama pants and flannel shirt, topping off the look with his slippers. It was his more relaxed look he wore around the house.
The inside of the house looked like it was furnished from the civil war, and no one had bothered to update it since. All the couches had the weirdest designs and shapes, and all the wooden furniture had small seats and stiff backs. Paintings of old civil war soldiers donned all the hallways - they were the kind you swore the eyes followed you when you walked past them. Nathan had no clue who these people were rather than distant uncles that he'd never meet. The only one that looked rather interesting was a half wolf half meerkat that was pictured dueling swords with someone who looked just liked him but dressed in union garb as well. He wondered if perhaps they were twins or brothers at least.
The dining hall was exactly that; a long hall with an elongated old wood table and candelabras, a long tablecloth, and plenty of seats and place settings and enough silverware to buy a third-world country. Nathan always felt that he was going to banquet rather than to dinner.
Nathan's 3 younger brothers sat at their places closer to their mother, while he sat in the middle by himself. His three younger brothers, Nicholas, Matthew, and Terry were mixed ages with Nicholas the youngest at age 6 and Terry the oldest at 11 with Matthew in-between at 8 and a half. The boys were as well behaved as they could be with the exception of Terry who liked to play jokes on him. Nathan had contemplated dragging him out to the woods one night in his underwear when it is particularly dark and cold and make his brother find his way back home. But, knowing the area it was really possible for no one to ever see his little brother again, and he'd have to live with the guilt of essentially murdering his kin for the rest of his life. Oh and not to mention his father wouldn't be happy, cause "many hands make light work" - IE Nathan's dad was lazy and liked having the kids around to do chores.
Terry was the spitting image of himself, only 2 years younger. They both had the same body, with the exception of their "armaments", and even wore their hair short. Matt was skinny as a bean pole and hardly had any mass to him at all; often Terry and Nathan joked about how he had to run around in the shower to get wet. Matt was letting his hair grow out, and had the beginnings of a rat tail going down his back, having never cut that particular part of his hair since he was born. Last young Nicholas was just a cute little 6 year old blubber ball. He was the only one of the boys that still was clinging onto his baby fat and showed no signs of getting rid of it yet. Harvey kept threatening to make Nick do chores to get him into shape, but the boy was smart and always managed to weasel his way out of them. Lucky kid...
Nathan took his seat, and looked at the food in front of him. For only having 2 hours to cook, Sheila always went all-out. There was a bowl of soup: Irish wedding Stew, and then there were Swedish Meatballs and garlic bread, and a side dish of cheese ravioli's with a thick looking tomato sauce, and topped it off with cinnamon buns for desert under glass. Nathan was always amazed that she had time to give his father the attention he wanted and still be able to cook, and on top of that be able to work so early in the morning into the afternoon. If he had his way she would get a ticker-tape parade through town and an entire month off "mom" work for how cool she'd been all these years.
Nathan gingerly sipped at his soup, and nodded in approval and began to eat as Harvey whom had thrown on an ARMY T shirt and some house jeans, sat at the head of the table like some kind of general, staring everyone down. The meerkat stabbed at his meatballs and shoved them into his mouth, and chewed aggressively. Okay, so maybe his dad didn't get any today. Oh well.
"Boy, your principal called me today." Harvey said out of the side of his mouth.
Nathan blinked, but he didn't doubt it. Great, here comes the interrogation. "What about it dad?"
"Your principal says you got this kid pickin' on ya - some...greyhound or whatever. Is this true? Are you getting bullied?" He asked, making it sound like he was very annoyed to even be asking this question.
"Well...uh..." Nathan said, suddenly stuffing his mouth with a piece of garlic bread as an excuse to stall.
Harvey however wasn't dumb, and knew better. "Don't delay me son I asked you a question, is someone bullying you or not? It's simple yes or no question and if you can't answer me yes or no then maybe I need to teach you the meaning of yes and no."
Nathan stopped his chewing and swallowed the semi-chewed mass of bread and butter down his throat and said a silent prayer to not choke and thankfully it was answered; granted it wasn't the most fun hunk of food he'd ever force-swallowed but at least he would be making a trip to the ER that night. "Yes dad."
Harvey shook his head. "First I thought the Jap was full of shit saying my son is being bullied, and that I need to talk to you about how to deal with bullies. You know son I told him? I told him that my boys are sons of a war hero and a long military tradition and that he must be confused because no sons of mine would be weak enough to let himself be bullied."
"Harvey-" Sheila said in a low warning tone. His father looked at her in consideration, and then resumed looking at Nathan.
"So please explain to me how it is that you allow yourself to get picked on boy, cause I'd like to know so I know where I went wrong."
Nathan really didn't know how to answer that. He looked to his mother, but his father snapped his finger "No you're not talking to her you're talking to me, so give me the proper respect and give me your eyes."
Nathan gave him his eyes, and narrowed them slightly. "Well this guy Balian Jyles is jealous of me, so if you want to know where you went wrong it was giving me the monster in my pants."
Nick eep'ed and dropped his fork. "Monster? Big brother has a monster in his pants?"
Terry laughed and snorted. "No you dummy it means he has a giant di-"
"Terry!!" Sheila interrupted.
"Discipline problem." Harvey said as he held up a hand to silence everyone. "Okay son you want to be smart with me fine. I'll be smart right back. So this kid is all over you cause you're bigger than he is - sounds like his old man to me."
Nathan blinked "His old man?"
Harvey nodded. "Yeah, he went peaking his head where it didn't belong and got killed because of it. One of these days someone's going to blow that kid away for sticking his nose where it doesn't belong, and no one will shed one bloody tear. But for now son, you have to suck it up and toughen up. Starting at 0500 you and I are holding basic."
There then came a stunned silence across the table as the family continued to eat, but stared at Harvey in disbelief. It was Sheila that finally broke the silence. "You're going to subject our son to basic training? Now?"
"The kid can't spend the rest of his days hiding behind you anymore Sheila. Now that I'm home he can stop acting like a spoiled little momma's boy and he can suck it up and be a man."
Sheila nodded her head in understanding. "Oh I wasn't aware that I was fighting our children's battles Harvey. I kind of thought I was just holding down a full time job and raising 4 boys while you go play tin soldiers in the middle of no where."
Nathan pushed his dinner aside, suddenly no longer hungry. He stood up to leave but an evil glance from his father told him better. He stayed, getting ready for a uncomfortable ride.
"Oh so it's this old thing again. I go and defend our country and protect our god-given freedom and you cant appreciate that I sacrificed years of service and time from home. I did it so we all can be here today."
"It's the same old speech with you Harvey. I don't mind that you went away but after 5 years of nothing? I didn't want you hurt either but you call yourself a big war hero. You were fighting with the Bosnians and the Afgani people. Look, the United States hasn't had an attack on our soil in God knows how long and I really don't think anyone well ever have the balls to attack the United States - not with Clinton in office."
Harvey rolled his eyes. "That guy is too busy banging women to consider the real problem! Once he's out of the office we'll get a president that focuses more on war, and less on domestic policy. Clinton is a pussy. Nathan you can relate to that."
Nathan folded his arms. "I resent that Dad." He said incrediously.
"Yeah resent it all you want. You're a pussy and you're going to suck it up and grow a set to match the tool you got. Now you can go, I don't want to look at you anymore. 0500 tomorrow morning, be out in the driveway. And so help me, if you're not out there I will make you regret not being out there."
"Oh does this mean you're actually going to get off your lazy ass and do something for once Harvey? Or are you going grandstand for the rest of your time here and just bark like you did when you were younger?"
Harvey shook his head and stabbed some meatballs and shoved them in his maw. "Woman...I swear."
That was the last Nathan heard. He saw the shocked and scared looks on his brothers' faces, but he'd had two more years than even his younger brother to remember his parent's squabbles. The marriage was never perfect, but it had it's better years. It was definitely on a bad year.
Nathan didn't do much else except for his homework, and then went straight to bed, needing the extra sleep now more than ever.
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Nathan slowly staggered down the hallways. Thank any deity out there with a rank of at least 1 for lunch period. Dressed in nothing but a pair of spandex pants his dad had loaned him that read ARMY across the right knee, a long ARMY Tank top, and a pair of Military combat boots, he felt fresh out of basic. Harvey had even made a set of dog tags for Nathan to wear. Thankfully the tank top was long enough to keep from showing his bulge, which was actually rather restrained under the fabric of the shorts. He'd doubled up on them just to make sure that he didn't violate dress code. However he still felt like a big ham. Girls were all staring at his legs like they'd never seen him before, and the guys were all looking at him as if asking themselves what he had to prove.
Nathan actually had nothing to prove to anyone really, except he wasn't a pussy and he wasn't a mother's boy. No one fought his battles for him - well granted he'd never had battles until now but he'd never hid behind anyone before. All morning his father had grilled him in warm-up exercises and basic hand-to-hand combat techniques. Probably the only thing Nathan found redeeming about his father that morning was the fact that at least he was spending time with him for once...
...teaching him judo the hard way...
Nathan made a decision right as soon as he had got out of class that would probably change his life forever. He was going to go get that Chili Dog, and he was going to stuff his face full of fattening unhealthy cafeteria food.
The cafeteria was done with clusters of circular tables which had over the years been implemented after the standard rectangular tables often made maneuvering difficult and caused many collisions and food fights. Plus, the circular tables allowed you to actually look at everyone else at the table when you were talking to them and allowed you to feel like a part of the group.
And there were plenty of groups that had formed little cliques over the years and each had their own table. The football players had the table closest to the Gym exit, the "Britney's" table was located at the middle where all blue eyed blondes most often named Britney sat. The popular kids sat closest to the bento line, and the Goths sat closest to the football field exit. The D&D players had a little guild of players that sat close to the entrance, and the special ed students had a table all together in their own little area, and the unpopular/rest just sat wherever (this included Nathan, though he occasionally joined the D&D players cause he made money off drawing people's characters).
The bonus to being a freshman was that the freshman always got to eat first, before the rest of the school, and as thus they always got first dibs on the hottest and best food available. There was Pizza Hut delivered daily, Bento, Cajun, and your standard American menu that Nathan planned on ordering from.
Nathan found his place in line, and got behind one of the D&D players he knew. His real name was Louis but everyone in the group called him Sylvyn (Silven). There was nothing very remarkable about the pudgy hamster other than his creativity, otherwise even Nathan probably wouldn't have been drawn to him for anything more than to ask for change for a 5 or for the time of day. Sylvyn was dressed in a long black trench coat, and a long black bandana, and had put on a black leather vest over his button up shirt and had worn riding boots over his blue jeans. He was very into his character. Syl turned around and smiled up at Nathan.
"Oh Nathan hi! I must have failed my listen check again, didn't hear you come up behind me!" He said cheerfully and with a lilt of amusement in his voice.
"Well what's your listen score?" Nathan asked, his voice showing his sleep deprivation.
"Well I just got to level 15! So it's pretty high!" Sylvyn said proudly.
"I rolled a natural 20." Nathan said with a shrug.
Sylvyn snapped his fingers and clicked his tongue. "Drat, foiled by an auto-success. Oh well. Is it just me or do I observe that you look rather tired?"
Nathan nodded and rolled his eyes at the same time - not out of annoyance, just that sometimes he wondered if Luis ever really acted like Luis from time to time, and that he didn't really want his state broadcasted to the whole world. "Yeah, I'm frickin' tired as all hell. Went to bed late with homework then my dad had me do boot camp in the morning...now I'm here after hours of grueling classes trying to get some food in me so I can stagger through my remaining classes and limp through PE to go home and do it all over again tomorrow."
The hamster blinked and sighed. "Sorry to hear the father is unsupportive of his bard, and wishes you'd taken levels in fighter."
Nathan stepped forward with the line and folded his arms. "Barbarian is more like it. My dad is always just so dumb and stupid he doesn't think about what he does or says and just wants to get his way all the time."
Luis looked up in thought, and nodded. "Sounds a bit chaotic to me. Have you reconciled this with the matriarch of your clan?"
Kay now it was getting annoying. "Yeah but mom is kind of backed into the wall. Dad just kind of threatens us all and none of us say anything because we're afraid of what he'll do to himself and us."
Luis shook his head. "High intimidation score, chaotic nature, yet militant attitude? Fighter/barbarian probability."
"But get this, dad said something last night that still kind of has been not sitting too well with me."
"And what would that be?"
"Well we were talking about Balian Jyles, and he said-" Nathan began before Luis gasped rather loudly.
"Balian Jyles, that villainous scum! If I had my way I'd rend him a sunder upon the mighty sting of my rapiers! They're now keen and wounding!"
Nathan stepped forward again, nudging Luis forward with his body and said "As I was saying, dad mentioned something about Balian's father poking his nose where it didn't belong and getting killed for it - I've never heard anything like that."
Luis blinked, wiggled his nose, blinked again, and scratched his chin in thought. "Come to think of it neither have I. All that I can recall is that his father suffered greatly and perished Balian's freshman year."
"I wonder how that one came about?"
"I haven't the slightest clue how or why, all I know from my gathering of information, was that the bully never took it very well, and it drove him to be the man he is today."
"Well if you say so..."
Nathan started to pay attention to the task at hand once it was his turn to order. Luis had bought quite the lunch that could feed an army with the War & Peace book of lunch tickets he'd acquired from buying them off the older students that smoked in exchange for some of his father's cigarettes. Luis would probably weigh 900 pounds by the time he graduated.
Nathan ordered the chili dog, with extra chili and cheese, and a bottle of sprite to drink it down with. His father may have been controlling his sleep schedule, and Big B may have been controlling his personal life, but he'd be damned if he went through this day without his chili dog.
And as it turned out, Nathan was damned.
As Nathan turned around to head towards his seat, he came tray to chest with the torso of the very man he'd been speaking about minutes prior. With his shock he inadvertently stepped closer, pressing his much desired chili dog even further against the stunned white greyhound. The wet squishing sound could be heard even over the chatter of the rest of the room, and that very squishing sound seemed to silence everyone, as they all turned to look at what had just transpired.
Nathan dropped the tray, plate, fork and drink to the floor with a loud clatter and splat, and looked up in utter horror, to see Balian looking down at his Georgia Flag t shirt covered in chili.
"Why you little bastard!' Balian muttered before looking Nathan right in the eyes. "You little fuckin' bastard! I'll kill you for this!"
Balian lunged forward and wrapped a hand around the throat of Nathan, in a perfect Undertaker like goozle from the WWF. The room gasped and watched in horror, as Nathan's eyes widened in further terror. Balian then lifted with a heave and held the struggling teen above the ground.
Nathan thought this was it, and this was how he was going to die. He was going to be killed in his high school cafeteria, a virgin, and slain over a simple chili dog. He could not let any breath out or take any air in with how strong of a grip Balian had on his throat, but at least he got an to feel taller than him for once.
He could see his father's face now, wracked with embarrassment and humiliation. As he struggled and flailed his feet about, like poor Captain Antillies in Star Wars, he felt his life swiftly leaving him as his heart beat faster and faster yet his body got no fresh oxygen. And that's when it hit him; the judo. He hadn't thought to use it this early or this fast, having only learned some techniques that morning, but he figured it'd be worth a try.
Nathan formed his fingers into a chop position, an speared his fingers directly into Balian's armpit underneath his leather jacket. The greyhound, not expecting this maneuver, took it head on, and jerked his arm inwards, ultimately dropping Nathan back to his feet and releasing his grip This was what Nathan needed and sent a similar stab to the elbow joint of the arm which had been holding him up above the ground. Nathan was dropped, and he landed on his feet, and grabbed the still extended arm and pulled it over his shoulder in a toss.
Balian went over, but almost expertly he threw his feet out first, taking the brunt of the toss with his feet. Nathan, surprised, accidentally released his grip on the arm and found that was a brutal mistake. It would seem that Big Bad Balian knew how to grapple as well. He pivoted counter clockwise and used the arm that was still semi-hooked, to wrap around Nathan's head, for the purposes of sending forearm clubs to the back and neck area of the now prone Nathan. Nathan couldn't do much more than send a series of punches to the midsection and chest of the greyhound and pray they did something.
Everyone in the cafeteria was chanting "Fight!" Over and over again. One student made the wisecrack of shouting "Mortal Kombat!" The pair could have cared less, they didn't hear any of it - to them the world had gone utterly silent with the exceptions of their breaths, and heartbeats thundering in their ears. Nathan was glad that the forearm shots to his back weren't as bad, though the ones to his neck weren't very lovely to feel. Balian deep down was surprised the little Meerkat had performed so well so far, but he'd show him for ruining his favorite Georgia Flag T shirt.
However, neither of them expected what came next -
They each felt something like a soft pinch on the back of their neck, and suddenly had this incredible feeling of going utterly numb, and collapsing to one another's knees. When they looked around with their eyes, finding that they couldn't move much else, they saw that Principal Fujitsu had stood behind them, and had applied just a pair of pinching fingers to a spot on their necks and shoulders.
"You both know I won't tolerate unorganized combat in my school! Let this be a lesson to all of you - there will be no fighting done here." The strong and athletic panda said, hoisting up the two boys. "Both of you report to my office, while I figure out what to do with you...and Mr. Jyles please do change your shirt I don't want any chili staining my office."
Balian and Nathan exchanged murderous glances, as they realized now they were done-for.
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To Be Continued...