“Midnight tonight, in the gym,” he said.
“That suits me just fine,” I countered.
One of his other posse… fuck, he had a lot of followers… pointed out, “You get to choose the contest… rassling, one on one volleyball, whatever you want.”
“Kickboxing,” I said.
Everyone present roared with laughter.
Austin laughed so hard he had tears running down his cheeks.
“Shit,” he said, wiping the moisture from his face. “If that’s how reckless you are, I sure hope you know how to suck dick.”
“And I hope you know how to take it up that entitled ass of yours.” I countered, still not backing down.
For a brief moment I could see some worry in his eyes; he wasn’t accustomed to anyone standing up to him. But he rallied and said, “I’m going to bust you open, and then let the whole school take a ride.”
I just smirked, acting as if I was the one who’d challenged him, “You’d just better bring along some lube, or you’ll regret it.”
He clearly looked taken aback by my confidence, as the bell rang. “Midnight, faggot.”
“Midnight, bottom bitch,” I countered, and he pushed me against the locker again and swaggered away. His posse followed him, and a couple of other guys also pushed me into the wall. I just let them do it… my quarrel wasn’t with them, even if they thought for the moment that it was.
For the rest of the day I was totally ignored, except by Andy, my one and only friend here (well, and now Brian). “Dude, did you agree to the challenge?”
“What choice did I have?”
“You could have refused,” he said, with a look of What the fuck!
“No, I’ve spent my entire life dealing with bullies,” I said. “I’m not letting Austin decide my life for me.”
“Except that you just did exactly that by accepting the damn challenge!”
“No, I think I’ll kick his ass instead,” I said.
“No one kicks Austin’s ass!”
“Then he’s in for a big surprise tonight.”
“With kickboxing?” he demanded incredulously.
“Yeah,” I said. “Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”
“You’d better,” he said, “or you’re in for a few months of pure humiliation, followed by a lifetime of sexual slavery.”
“I’m not going to let him make me into a social pariah.”
“You already are a social pariah.”
“Fine,” I said. “Then I’m going to win, and I’ll no longer be a social pariah.”
He shook his head. “I just don’t think you understand the gravity of the situation.”
“Oh, I do,” I said, then leaned close and whispered in his ear. “But he doesn’t know I’m a competitive kickboxer.”
“No way!” he said, looking me up and down doubtfully.
“Don’t judge a book by its cover,” I said.
“I guess not,” he said, clearly surprised.
“And I need you there tonight,” I added.
“No way! I won’t be able to stand seeing what he’ll do to you if you lose. And then I won’t want to see what they’ll all do to you,” he said, still not at all confident I was going to win.
I laughed, “I won’t be the one chugging a steady diet of dick tonight. He will.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Look I’m supposed to have a second; someone in my corner to make sure he doesn’t cheat,” I pointed out.
“Yeah, but if I’m there and you lose, then I have to be one of the guys fucking you, because everybody present has to join in on the so-called festivities,” he said.
“Say what?” I asked, this being fresh information Brian hadn’t given me.
“Yeah. Everyone who’s there has to either fuck the loser, or get sucked by him,” he said. “That’s the tradition.”
“Of course it is,” I said ironically. “Well, I guess you’ll get to drop a load into Austin then. Will you choose heads or tails?”
I finally convinced him to be in my corner, and we agreed to meet at ten minutes before midnight and head over there together.
…..
So after a nap, a lot of stretching and shaving my balls (I loved how it made my dick look even bigger), I met Andy, and we headed out. He tried to convince me across the entire distance to back out, but I insisted this was my destiny, this was my fifteen minutes of fame… except I planned to make that fame last the rest of the semester.
I wasn’t surprised to see a large group of guys there, and a lot of shocked faces when they saw that I’d actually showed up. A variety of stupid shit was called out to me like, “I hope you like it hard,” and “Don’t forget to swallow,” and “Here comes the new cum dump,” “Open wide,” and “Enjoy the cream filling, cock sucker.”
I ignored them. My confidence soared as I prepared for the reign of a new champion.
Right at midnight, Austin strode in like a king, laughing and joking. “Shit, I didn’t think you’d even show.”
“I didn’t have any choice,” I said. “Plus, showing all your fake friends how big a cum slut whore you are was too great of an opportunity to pass up!”
“What did you just say to me?” he growled, all his confidence evaporated, as he accelerated from cocky to furious in 0.5 seconds. Just like I wanted.
“I called you a cum… slut… whore,” I repeated, this time more slowly and mockingly.
Just as he went to push me, Jeremiah, the student body president, came in and barked, “Stop!”
Austin did.
I’d been standing my ground, so I didn’t need to.
He looked at Austin and said, “Austin, you’ve challenged Shawn to this competition. You currently rule at this school, so you have everything to lose, and nothing to gain. Is this really what you want to do? Do you wish to begin this bout… and once it begins, there’s no turning back… and risk your tenure as king of the hill, knowing that if you lose, it will cost you all your friends, all the boys and families you currently own, and you’ll be the one getting fucked, going forward. Not just tonight, but you and your family until the end of your lives. You’ll become nothing, just a hole to be filled and a toy to be used.”
It was as if Jeremiah knew the risk Austin was taking… as if he knew my secret skill… as he was quite obviously offering Austin a way out.
Of course Austin was too dumbass proud to take the hint, and he called out loudly, his arms waving in the air to stir up the crowd, “Fuck yeah, I want to do this!”
Jeremiah sighed, “You made the challenge, so you chose the time and place. Is this venue still acceptable?”
“Yes.”
Now Jeremiah turned to me and asked, “Shawn, do you understand the rules of this consequential game we’re playing? Do you know what happens if you lose, and what your prizes will be if you win?”
This was my opportunity to back out, but to put on a show, I just smirked and said loudly, “I sure do!”
“Shawn, you were challenged by Austin. You have no status, no rank, you’re new at this school, and you’ve never even seen a bout. Knowing these facts and your clear disadvantages, do you wish to proceed?”
“I do,” I said, not at all fazed by the odds stacked against me.
He seemed surprised by my confidence as he asked, “And you chose kickboxing as the contest?”
“I did.”
“All right,” he said, in a sonorous tone that indicated my fate was sealed. Which, for the record, I got where he was coming from. If you looked at Austin… almost six feet tall, shoulders out to here and with bulging muscles… and then you looked at Flyweight me, it would indeed seem like a no brainer. “So let’s begin. Boys, form a tight ring around the mat, and don’t let either of these two combatants escape.”