Sports Day
#1 of Burnard
Hooray! It's not a two-parter that gets unresolved forever! Rejoice!
So, a good story always starts somewhere stable, right?
I guess the best place to begin would be, well...the basics. I was a freshman, living with a family of 8, and it was always had to feel comfortable around other people. My mother was always working, while my father was always at those dive bars, humping everything that moves when my mother wasn't looking; being honest, though, I think she always knew, but didn't care. between mom and dad's constant being away, we were always tasked with doing for ourselves; be it homework, personal problems, or just plain fucking eating, it was always a case of us being forced tom make do with what he had. The two of them were about as neurotic as bad parents get, so you can imagine that their kids are going to be a bit fucked up too...
I was the runt, being even shorter than my sisters. I was maybe a good 5'2" at the time, and I can safely say that, looking back, I actually kind of miss my penis...anyway. Being the runt, you can imagine how difficult it gets when even your family teases you. My sisters would keep calling me "little sister," and my brothers would keep shoving dresses and used condoms in my closet. They'd even talk about me behind my back, whenever I've locked myself in my room, listening to my music or playing games, and they think I can't hear them. "I bet Burnie's making good use of that ass," I'd hear Darby say, to the mocking laughs of his friends and my other brothers. Gets even harder to feel invested in family matters, when all they did was push me aside whenever there was a problem. "You'll just fuck it up," they'd say. "Let someone who's not a retard handle it." At some point, I guess it got to me...I wouldn't be here right now if it didn't, right?
So it's easy to guess that school was my one reprieve from all that madness. While it's no safe haven, far from it, school was definitely a place where I felt more in my element. People still picked and teased, but it was less a hassle there; a teacher or a coach was always around the corner, and would break it up rather quick. Seemed like the teachers were some of the only people that even liked me, since I didn't make a total ass of myself and bothered to do my homework in time.
But this all gets off-topic. This is a story about how the teasing, the constant abuse..kind of held some truth, after what happened.
To the surprise of absolutely no one, I'm not the athletic type. I wind easily, I can't throw a football to save my life, and I'm more a threat to my own team in soccer than anybody. Hasn't changed since then, and it'll probably never change...regardless, that's the setup: scrawny me can't do shit in sports, and that's why P.E. wasn't a fun class for me.
It started at the last block of the day, when I was just playing solo with one of the basketballs; probably the one sport I came within the same ballpark as 'good' at, I was practicing my shots when I saw the varsity team spew in. They came back from a home game; they completely fucked over Havenford in that 4th quarter, 27-14. I was by the hoop as I saw Coach Rhodes pass by, along with the players and my brother, Lyle. Lyle glanced over at me with that cocky smile, and I looked away. Lyle...Mr. So Fucking Perfect. I never wanted to hate my family, especially not Lyle; he's a cool guy, he's smart, and the girls at our school just fawned over him. But I knew what he was like, even if most people didn't: he'd sleep around, he'd fuck girls and never call them back, and most importantly...
"Hey, Burnie, how's it feel to know that's the closest to balls you'll ever have?"
He was a complete fucking dick.
He knocked the ball out of my hand as he passed by, to the mocking laughs of the Varsity team. One of them stepped out, and stood by me; stocky gator, he made two of me. "Oi, don't beat th'kid up too bad! Not his fault; Mother Nature just makes mistakes!" They laughed once more, as the gator shoved me against the metal basketball post. I felt him press up behind me, and a shiver ran across my body with that unwelcoming warmth.
"P-please let me go..." I said meekly, unable to speak up.
"Ahah! Oi look," the gator said, as a bulge pressed against my gym shorts. If you're guessing whose, mine or his..pick one. "I'm makin' the little bitch blush!"
He wasn't wrong....at the time, I wasn't all that into guys; I was still in that mindset of 'Fuck my brothers! I could get a girl if I tried!' But it was hard to deny that feeling of that gator squeezing me between his rippled chest and that metal post, it felt...interesting to me. The Varsity team just kept watching as the gator teased me, a hand fondling against my crotch. "Oh I'll be damned! Th'kid actually has somethin' down there!" He gripped down tightly, and I winced in pain. "S'not much, I'd say."
"Really, Shane? Leave him alone." One of the players, a red-scaled horned lizard, had said. I never could've guessed that he'd turn out to be one of my best friends over time.
"Whaaaat, he's likin' it, y'see?" Lyle and the rest were cackling like hyenas. That is...until Coach Rhodes stepped out.
The brown-hued komodo glared at the gator, contempt in his eyes. "Shane, you're not too important to the team that I won't have you deported for this," He snarled at him. Shane picked the idea up quick, and he shoved me to the side. "Alright, break it up, break it up! Get cleaned up, you pigs." He glared at Lyle and the rest, shooing them up to the locker room to shower. Rhodes walked over to me; I was a crying mess, as the kids in the bleachers that saw what happened were tittering and laughing at me. "Burnard Cornelius Hayes. I feel like we've had this conversation hundreds of times now."
I look at him with tears in my eyes. "Sir, I-"
"Burnie, you can't just let them walk over you like that...we talked about this."
"I-I'm sorry, coach.." I mewled out, sniffling. "They just...I-"
"Burnie. Just relax." Coach Rhodes was a counselor as well as his job with the team; probably the nicest guy I knew at my high school. He was always an understanding man, but I never did have the heart to confide in him about things; anyone, really. "Shane's parents will be hearing about this...just take a seat in my chair in my office and calm down." His 'office' was the coach's room, opposite the locker room. It had a lot of different trophies, medals, and stuff I'm sure all belonged to him, as well as photos of a younger-looking him and a bunch of other guys; seemed to be he was a big track star back in the day. He had a funny little bobblehead on his desk of an eagle that I always liked toying with. I pawed at it a couple times after I was seated in the coach's chair, when he heard a beeping on his pager. Sighing, he looked back at me. "Tell me when you feel a bit better; when I come back, I'll walk you over to the office. Sound good?"
I wiped at my face, doing my best to smile. "Y-yeah..thanks, coach."
A few minutes passed by, rather unremarkable, as I just sat there wrestling thoughts. It was a tossup between how much of a dick Lyle was on the Dick-O-Meter (I concluded at least an eight,) and what happened with that gator. That shiver...it wasn't out of fear, or from me being upset; although I was both, it was something different. Was I...aroused? I asked myself in the sanctity of my thoughts. I started to picture it; that scaly body resting over mine, feeling him hold me down and-
and-
Fuck.
There was no denying it; I was starting to feel something spark in me. I never did loiter on these thoughts before, even through all the teasing. It was just that case of 'something people said,' never anything I kept thinking about, but rather a slur, a slander, that I discarded. But the more I thought about it then, the more I realized...they might be onto something.
Someone walked into the office where I was sitting; not Coach Rhodes, but one of the Varsity players. He was a white-haired husky, definitely quite the charmer now that I think about it. "Hey, you're Lyle's brother, right?" He asked, taking one of the other seats.
"Please go away," I said in an even tone.
"Hey, hey, easy. I'm not here to tease you, or anything." He smiled politely. "Just wanted to say, sorry about how the others treated you; Lyle's an asshole, I never did like him." He reached out a hand to me, gesturing to take it. "Class is almost over, you should go get changed. C'mon, I'll even walk you along."
I didn't want to trust him. He seemed nice, but something was off; there were at least half-an-hour left of class, and that smile seemed...wooden. Like it was just made to be made, and there was no real value behind it. I should have said no; he couldn't get me to do anything I didn't want if I said no, right? But I wouldn't be telling this story if that happened, would I? I was a trusting little wolf; too trusting. I took his hand with a soft nod. "O-okay, thanks."
I knew something was up the second I agreed. He didn't really say anything else, and his grip on my hand was rather firm...I even let go, but that didn't deter him. He kept walking me...dragging me...into the locker room with him. I was about to ask what was up, until I saw Lyle, shane, and about half the Varsity team still in the locker room. Why does that one have a camera? Why are they all staring at me like that? The husky was taking me closer; panic and terror overtook my lungs, and I wanted to scream but was too paralyzed to do so.
Lyle shoved me face-first into the floor when I was in range, and patted the husky-boy on the back. "Damn, Trent. You're a smooth-talking bastard, aren't you?" I could feel half-a-dozen eyes all focused on me, everyone glaring and laughing. I wasn't sure what they'd do with me, but given the thoughts that gnawed at my head just some few moments ago...I had some ideas.
"Didn't take much," the Husky named Trent replied. My face was mushed down against the floor in such a way that I saw the red-scaled lizard holding the camera, who grinned toothily at me.
"Hey, keep that camera steady," Lyle ordered. His foot was still holding me to the floor, and I could hear sounds behind me, like people were...undressing. "So, bro, that floor taste good? Better hope so, because you'll be getting acquainted with it for the next few minutes."
I was in tears, panicking. "L-Lyle...th-the coach would never let-"
"Coach ain't here. And everyone else is gonna keep their mouths shut, ain't that right boys?"
"Dat's right," Shane says from behind me. "We didn't see nothin.'"
And that's when I started feeling my rear was being held up, and the Shane's breathing was bearing closer to me. I couldn't see what was happening because of Lyle's foot, but I could definitely _feel _it. My gym shorts were quickly discarded, just tossed to the side within my view, and I began to feel a pressure; it wasn't all that bad, at first, but as it became firmer, it stopped altogether.
"Fuck off, Shane, I get first dibs at this twink's ass." I heard Trent say from behind me.
The gator shrugs, taking some few steps back. "I'll get my turn, just make sure t'break him in real good, a'ight?
"Hey, woah, woah, wait," the horned lizard holding the camera objected, a look of genuine concern in his eyes. "I thought we were just scaring him."
Lyle snatched the camera, and kept filming. "We were...but why not have a little fun while we're at it? After all, we may as well celebrate our win against Havenford..." He took his foot off of my face, leaning my head up to look him in the eyes. "And what better way than to break this slut in?"
I felt Trent's hands grazing over my rump, the claws of his hands scraping and scratching into my fur painfully. I shuddered and squirmed, before the husky seized my hips tightly, and that pressure came back again; it wasn't as wide a pressure as before, but it was insistent all the same. I tried to move from his grasp, before the inevitable...but it was out of my power. I felt that tip plunge into my virgin ass, striking pain that shot out through my body as Trent shoved himself into me forcefully.
"N-Nostopit-ithurts..."
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Lyle mockingly asked me, as he himself undressed, and pressed his own canine shaft against my mouth. I reflexively clamped my mouth shut, denying him, but a firm jab from Trent made me cry out in pain, only to be quickly muffled by my brother's cock."I couldn't hear you over all the dick you're sucking, slut.." Lyle moved in closer, camera trained against my face, mouth being used as an orifice to get off. "Smile pretty, the folks are gonna love this on movie night..."
The horned lizard butts in, taking his camera back from Lyle. "What the fuck, dude? He's your brother!"
"Oh shut the fuck up, Kris." I heard Lyle say. "Like you've got the moral high ground, it was your idea to tape this."
"I didn't think we'd be fucking raping the kid! What the he-"
Lyle cut Kris off with a sharp elbow to the gut. It knocked the wind out of him, sending him reeling back into Shane, who promptly shoved Kris into the corner of the room. All while Trent's went to town on my ass, grinding himself through me and fucking me raw. I was terrified, confused, and powerless to stop what was going on. And what scared me the most...
I began to enjoy it.
It didn't take Trent long to bottom out in me, jamming that knot down tight as I cried out in unbelievable pain. I felt those hot rivulets of cum spew into me, making my aching innards feel shamefully warm. Lyle's own cock was jabbing at my throat, forcing me to run my flat tongue against it to smoothen its entry. Trent pulled out, wrenching his knot out, and continued to jack off the rest along my tail and used ass. I was just happy it was over....but then I felt a strong hand grip my tail.
"My turn." I heard come from the gravelly-voiced gator. Before I could yank myself away, Shane went in with the subtlety of a freight train, and it felt twice as bad; no warmup, he went right for it and didn't give a shit how I felt, as he slammed that turgid gator cock into my loosened asshole. I wanted to scream. I wanted somebody to know what was happening. But no matter how much I forced myself to cry out, not a sound exited my throat. I was trapped, a prisoner of my own fear, unable to do a thing as I was gaped out and used. My brother...fuck him, he was never my brother...Lyle was still face-fucking me, grabbing at my shoulders and pistoning his dick into my throat.
All while this went on, the other Varsity players started jerking themselves off, coating my back and my hair with cum and thick musk. Shane was still going ham on my now-gaping anus, bulging my stomach out with every shove through my gut. Something started to happen that horrified me, more than anything that had happened so far.
I was moaning.
My dick was bobbing out below me, I was moaning around Lyle's dick like a whore. I couldn't believe it; did I let them break me so easily? Or maybe...maybe it was there the whole time; I was always so awkward around girls, and there were those times I'd get flush around the sports teams when they're practicing. I wasn't allowed to finish my train of thought, not before I heard a rolling grunt coming from Shane. It was that one, singular moment, when he hilted himself down to the knot, where his hulking cock punched into my prostate like a bullet...
I knew, then, there was no going back.
I nearly bit into Lyle as my whole body tensed and my gut began to bloat like a water balloon. His knot held tightly to my gaping pucker, pumping me full like I was a petrol tank. It was terrifying, and hot, and disgusting, and sexy, all at the same time. My dick was pulsing against me, leaving trickles of my own cum cascading onto my chest, my chin, and the floor below me. Never had I cummed that hard before; even when I'd jerk myself off, thinking I was with a beautiful girl, I could never get into it. This...it was unlike anything I'd experienced. My fear faded away, if only for a moment, when all I could feel was pure... bliss.
Lyle wasn't far behind, and soon I was chugging down that fucker's seed as it rushed down my gullet. He shoved his knot past my cheeks to make sure I sucked him dry...bastard. When I did just that, he yanked himself back out, fiddling with the camera to turn it off, all as shane was still bucking against me.
I was lucid..I had a voice. I looked at Lyle, my face portraying bitter betrayal, and I asked softly. "...Why? Why..are you..doing this.."
Without blinking, he casually looked down at me, fire in his eyes, and tilted my head up. "You're kidding, right? I see you walking around, trying to hit on the ladies, thinking you're worth bein' a man...a sissy little bitch like you? Heh. Someone had to show you up, and it was a long time coming, too..I-"
"They're in here, quick! They're hurting him!"
Everyone was so busy with me, they forgot about the one guy who had somehow slipped around during the madness and got help..and that was Kris. He was sporting a nasty bruise on the side of his head, but it was obvious it wasn't stopping him, as he ran in with the coach, the rest of the team, and several faculty. Coach Rhodes was furious.
*"WHAT THE HELL?!" * Rhodes shouts as he looks about ready to spew fire from his lips, he's that angry.
Lyle thought he could talk his way out of it, and raised his hands into the air. "Coach! Damn, I am so sorry," he said in his mock-sincere tone. Kris glared at him, and started to walk forward.
"I mean, I was trying to stop Shane, but I-"
WHAP!
Kris was tired of Lyle's bullshit, and one clean blow to the face was proof of it. It was a quick blow that definitely knocked the wind out of him, but he wasn't done yet. Kris immediately kicked Lyle in the balls, slamming him against the shower wall as the other naked bodies scattered; they weren't going to get in his way.
Rhodes paces over, hitting Shane square in the gut. *"PULL OUT!" * He commanded, the gator fearfully obliging. As I felt that softening cock get yanked from me, the sharp pain of that knot retreating was replaced with the warm flow of cum escaping my abused asshole. Speaking of abused assholes, Rhodes then stomped toward the brawling duo, as Kris was beating the ever-loving shit out of Lyle. As tense as the situation was, I have to admit...that was probably the most satisfying view I had that week.
*"HAWFORD, COOL IT!" * The coach shouted. Kris was holding a bloodied-up Lyle, having broken his nose and a couple teeth. He looked at Rhodes, then Lyle again...growling, he reluctantly let him go, Lyle's broken nose pouring blood over his dark-brown fur.
"Wait, that's Burnie?" "What the hell, Lyle?" "Poor little guy.."
The players on the team who weren't involved glared at the naked crowd of fellow teammates, silently, and vocally, judging them for what they did. Words started to blur together a little, because it was hard for me to keep awake; getting fucked by a gator twice your size tends to do that to you.
"Get these two to first aid. As for the rest of you.." I heard one of the faculty say, as I slowly reached a point where I completely...
Blacked out.
I was in first aid. The on-staff nurses were looking over Lyle's broken nose, doing what they could to set the bone back in place before bandaging it. The school wasn't supplied with casting equipment, so it was the best they could do. One of the nurses saw me wake up, and she walked over and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Easy. You're going to feel very sore if you try to move, just lay back down."
"Lyle..."
"Your brother is fi-"
"N-no."
"Pardon?" The nurse asks. I glare over at Lyle, who looks back at me. For a moment..I almost saw regret in his eyes. But I didn't care.
"He's not my brother." I answer, the words cold and stinging as they escaped my throat. Lyle's ears folded back, and the nurse sighed.
"We'll be having none of that, Mr. Hayes. Now please, lay back down and rest..."
Even if I wanted to argue with her, every movement I made was-oh my god it hurt so much. The nurse wasn't joking; if there was any way to describe how I felt, it would absolutely be sore. I didn't get a chance to get comfortable, however, as I heard a familiar pair of voices by the door, talking with the nurse. Then entered in coach Rhodes. He looked as though he'd been a bit teary-eyed. "Damnit...I'm sorry, Burnie, I should've stayed with you. You got hurt on my watch.."
I go to lean up, but he insists I lay back down. "I-it's fine, sir," I assure him. "How could you have known? You were doing your job, that's all."
"I know, but..the students should come first," he counters. "I should've known better than to just leave you by yourself."
"I swear, I thought he was joking at first.." Came a voice from outside. One that struck me as familiar: it was the guy who, I guess, 'saved' me.
I look to Coach Rhodes, and I pose the question. "So, what're they doing with Lyle, and Shane, and-"
"Expelled. Not to mention any assorted charges they want to add onto them while we sort the papers out. I'm sure the police will want to talk with Lyle, in specific." He looked out the door, as faculty were chastising the others. I could even hear the players who _weren't _involved joining in on giving Shane and them the riot act.
"What about Kris?" I asked immediately, which struck the coach off-guard.
"Oh, uh..Hawford? The principal actually vouched for him; said what he did was justified, if unwarranted. But, he was still an accomplice, so he's getting a suspension." I could see Lyle smirking smugly underneath the gauze holding his snout together, but before I could say anything, the coach said it for me. "Laugh about it, fucker. He'll still be welcomed back; can't say the same for you. And if it wasn't obvious...you're off the team." Lyle's expression turned scowling, and it seemed I was the one who got the smug laugh from hearing it. Lyle looked like he was about to jump me, but Rhodes popped him in the snout, and he whimpered back down.
"Eugene, please don't abuse my patients," one of the nurses said to the coach, before glaring at Lyle. "Even if they _did _deserve it.."
"Can I...see Kris? Or can he see me?" I asked with one ear perked.
The coach rubbed his chin, sighing. "I'll ask him.." Eugene walked out of the first aid, and I heard him intervening with the other counselors, the assistant principals, and even the authorities. Out of that frenzy of voices, though, I heard footsteps coming back in, and it wasn't the coach; it was Kris, and he looked happy to see me.
"You alright, kid?" He asked me softly, finding a seat next to me.
"Y-yeah, I'll be fine.." I look over at Lyle, smirking. "Can't say the same for him.."
"Well, he deserved it didn't he? Screw him and if he's okay, I hope he has to eat through a straw after this.."
Neither I nor the pain in my own joints could stop myself from reaching up to hug Kris, crying.
"Uh, I'm confused," Kris admitted. "Why-"
"Thank you." Tears were rolling down his shoulder as I held him close. "You helped me, when nobody else was going to.."
"Dang it, kid...I couldn't just let them do that to you." Kris gently patted me on the back as I hugged him, half-smiling. "I'm glad you appreciate the gesture, and all, but...I don't think you should be thanking me." He glances to the side. "I mean, I was just as willing to humiliate you as they were. I'm no big hero, I'm just-"
"I don't care," I answered earnestly. "You still tried to help. That's all that matters."
Kris sighed. "It's really not...but okay."
"Mr. Hawford," one of the counselors said from the doorway of first aid. "School is over, we need you leaving. Now."
"Alright." Kris looked back to me, pulling away and ruffling my head hair. "Burnie, right? Glad you made it out in one piece. Oh. And don't worry about that footage, Lyle never got around to uploading it. I deleted it the second I got the chance." He headed out the door, and for the first time, I felt..a longing. This guy just barreled in, beat the shit out of my incestuous 'brother,' and he just walked off. I don't think there was any way I didn't want to see him again. But I knew, for now, I had to get some rest. I'd be out soon enough.