I didn’t respond.
“And it’s obvious which one you are,” he added with a smirk, inferring I was an obvious bottom. Which annoyed me just as much as did his overall presumptuous, cocky nature.
“It’s obvious, is it?” I asked, as I imagined putting him in his place by sliding my eight-plus-inch dick into his mouth to shut him up. Or better yet, destroying his likely virgin asshole with my thick snake.
“Don’t pretend you don’t want to replace my faggot, here,” he said, as he pulled out and shot a massive load all over Brian’s face.
I’m not going to lie that it wasn’t hot. I’m also not going to lie by denying part of me did indeed want to feel a full load of cum coating my face, I was definitely curious. But if I really got my druthers, I druther be the one doing the fucking.
“I don’t think so,” I said to him, as I looked at Brian drenched in cum. His black face dripping with white cum was indeed hot.
“But I do. In fact, I know so,” he said with a smug confidence and an arrogant look that I wanted to slap off his face… with my dick.
“Keep thinking that, if you want to,” I said, and I decided to leave… this conversation wasn’t one I wanted to continue at this time.
“It’s only a matter of time, faggot,” he called after me, as I left the bathroom with a raging hard-on.
I found another bathroom and jerked off, imagining myself fucking Austin, and I came within thirty seconds.
Shit!
This was going to get interesting!
…..
That evening I was in my dorm room working on a History essay, when there was a knock at the door.
When I opened it, I was surprised to see Brian standing there.
“May I come in?” he asked.
“Sure, come on in,” I offered, quite intrigued to know why he’d be coming to visit me after what I’d witnessed.
He came in.
“Have a seat,” I offered, gesturing at my desk chair.
He sat down and turned the chair to face me, while I sat down on my bed.
I asked, trying to act casual, as if I hadn’t seen him getting ass fucked just a few hours ago, “What’s up?”
“I came here to warn you,” he said.
“About what?”
“You seem to be a nice guy, and coming here for the last term was crazy,” he said.
“Tell me about it,” I agreed. “So far I’ve made only one friend, and nobody else wants to give me the time of day.”
“You think it’s been tough so far? Actually, it’s far worse. This school has some deep-rooted traditions that are very twisted, and I figured I’d better tell you about them,” he said. “I’m sensing you don’t know anything about what I’m referring to.”
“Since I have no idea what you’re talking about, you must be right,” I agreed, feeling a little curious, and frankly, a lot nervous, about whatever he was about to tell me.
“I’m sure you’ve noticed the hierarchy of this school,” he said.
“Yeah,” I nodded, although my last school had a similar one.
“Well, the hierarchy here isn’t based on what you think it is,” he said.
“It’s not based on wealth and power?” I asked.
“Well, power for sure,” he said, “but not wealth.”
“Really?” I asked, a little surprised, since the guy who seemed to run the school came from one of the wealthiest families in the country.
“Well, wealth likely factors into it,” he said, after putting in a little thought. “But regardless of your wealth or your status in the school, you can lose all of it in a heartbeat.”
“I’m not following you,” I said, understanding his words, but not what where he was going with them at all.
“Let me put it this way. At this school you can be God today, and everybody’s laughingstock tomorrow,” he said. “And when that happens, then you have literally no status, no friends, and you’re seen as no more than a toy to be fucked. Quite literally.”
“Like I saw happening to you today. But I’m still not following you,” I said.
“I used to be top dog at this school,” he said.
“Oh?”
“Yes. Until Austin challenged me.”
“Challenged you?”
“Yes. So this school has an unwritten code. If you offend someone, or if someone just wants to take you down a peg, or seventeen pegs, they can challenge you,” he explained.
“Challenge you?” I repeated, likely sounding like a confused parrot.
“Yeah. And once you’ve been challenged, you only have two choices. Fight for your honour and dignity, or refuse the challenge, and automatically become a social pariah,” he continued.
“I’m already a social pariah,” I joked.
“Oh trust me, you’re not,” he said. “Matt is a social pariah.”
“Ah,” I nodded, getting it. Matt got bullied every day: food was constantly thrown at him, his pants pulled down, slapped around, etc. I really felt for the guy, but I wasn’t foolhardy enough to step up and defend the poor guy against a united crowd.
“Yeah,” Brian nodded.
“This is all a bit much,” I said.
“Oh, but there’s more,” he said. “The guy that’s challenged gets to choose the contest.”
“What kind of contest?”
“Anything at all,” he said. “It’s been as silly as Rock/Paper/Scissors, to a fist fight… that’s the most common one… to video games, to a jack-off contest… as in who can keep himself from coming first.”
“That’s totally fucked,” I said.
“Yeah, and then the loser gets fucked,” he said. “By everyone there.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“So if I get challenged and lose, I get gang fucked?”
“Not if you get challenged, but when,” he said, “Austin has made it clear he’s going to challenge you tomorrow morning in front of a crowd. He’s saying you didn’t show him enough respect today.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, and if you lose, the nightmare begins. But if you win, you get to fuck him, and to take over his top spot in the fucked up hierarchy of this school.”
“Bizarre,” I said, as I processed all of this.
“And everyone who’s lost to Austin in the past will no longer be under his control,” he added.
“I don’t mean to be rude, but it didn’t look like you were being forced today, it looked to me like you were enjoying getting fucked,” I said.
He slumped his head down on my desk. “Yeah,” he moaned.
“Do you like getting humiliated like that?” I asked. “I’m sorry for asking, but it seems like an obvious question.”
“I don’t know about liking it exactly,” he said, “but he’s turned me from a stud who got all the ladies, including fucking his older sister, which was why he challenged me, to sucking his and his lackies’ cocks every day, and getting my ass fucked all the time.”
“Shit,” I said.
“And as crazy as it sounds, the guys who become bottoms usually end up loving it,” he said.
“I can’t fathom,” I said, even though I could fathom it in a way. The idea of getting fucked turned me on, and the idea of fucking a guy did too.
“There’s more,” he said.
“What more could there be?” I asked.
“The loser also sacrifices his family to the winner,” he said.
“Sacrifices them?” I asked. “What would that even look like?”
“This school goes back a couple hundred years,” he said, “and the rules are clear. When I lost, my Dad, Mom, sister and two brothers were designated as bottoms along with me, servicing the entire Dixon family, probably for the rest of our lives.”
“That’s absolutely ridiculous!” I exploded.
“Yeah,” he nodded, “and you’re likely to be my last chance to escape that lifelong fate.”
“Your last chance?”