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My face slams into the metal of the locker, splitting open the skin on my forehead.
"I told you what would happen if you came back, faggot." Brad, the ringleader, says. He's a 6'4 tall jock. Hot, and known for fucking different chicks every week.
It's not like I had a fucking choice, if I skipped class and my dad found out I might as well bury myself and save him the trouble.
"Get off me!" I try to sound angrier than I am scared. Last week they fucked me up good. Shoved my head in a toilet and kicked the shit out of me. I'm scared the three of them might actually kill me if given the opportunity. It's not like anyone would stop them. After the toilet incident last week, I went back to class soaked with a bloody nose. Teachers didn't say shit.
A hard kick to my nuts sends me to the floor. I feel the pain jolt up the nerves in my stomach and want to hurl. They laugh loudly.
"You're such a cocksucker, Jensen." Says the person who kicked me, Alex. Second in command. He's a big piece of shit. Violent as a rabid pig, and about half as smart. I've seen him send freshman to the hospital, but his dad is a sherif, so he's untouchable.
"Stay down, bitch. Things'll go better for you if you do." Cam's voice. He's conventionally attractive like the rest of them, but besides that, I don't know what he brings to the trio of sadistic douche bags. All of them are well-off jocks in the honor classes. Cam is the most athletic of the three but I don't know shit about him. Maybe he's just a fucking ass kisser.
I'm holding my nuts and trying not to vomit all over the locker room floor. My last class of the day is gym, and they have practice after school so this is prime hunting ground for them to torture me. Maybe I should be grateful there's no one to see.
A hand grips my hair and forces me to look up. The hand belongs to Alex.
"We told you not to come back, fag." He hocks hard and I feel a fat, wet loogie splat on my cheek. In disgust and anger I push his legs hard. He crashes back into a locker.
"Fuck you!" I wipe his gross spit off my face. "Eat a bag of dicks, assholes."
"You fucking-
A blunt hit to my temple makes my head crack back. My eyesight blacks out as pain blooms in my head.
"I think this faggot needs to learn his place." Brad's voice.
It takes a minute for my eyes to see again, and for my brain to work out what happened. Brad must've punched me.
Everything is in slow motion as he grabs me by the hair and drags me along the dirty floor.
My scalp is on fire as he pulls me. I want to fight back but everything hurts. My nuts, my head, my body.
"St… op."
The bathroom ceiling comes into view. Brad throws me down onto the floor and my head hits the tile.
"Urinal." He says like an order. My stomach lurches.
His cronies go on either side of my arms and I'm dragged to the wall of urinals. My head is reeling but I need to fight back. My limbs flail but Cam and Alex have the leverage to force my arms behind my back until it feels like my shoulder blades will pop.
"Unghh." I'm vaguely aware that I'm whining as I'm forced to kneel at the urinal. My head is held over the white porcelain.
"Isn't this where fags like you love to be?" Cam snickers.
"Yeah, cocksucker", Alex's grip on my hair tightens. It feels like my hair's gonna rip out at the roots. "Don't you wanna taste where every guy has pissed?"
My hearts racing so fast I can barely breathe. "Pl… ease… stop" The smell of piss fills my lungs. I try not to panic looking at the dirty streaks in the bowl centimeters from my face and mouth.
Boots squeak against the tile as Brad comes next to me. His clipped laugh fills the bathroom. "You need to learn some manners, Jensen."
I hear his zipper undo. Cam laughs like he's shocked.
"Hold his head still." Brad orders.
Every ounce of strength I have left I spend trying to maneuver my face out of the toilet. But I'm no match for them. I still, helpless as I see Brad's cock approaching me in my peripherals.
"Stop!" He points his dick at my face. For a few long seconds, we're all just breathing hard in the space. It feels like time is frozen.
I feel it before I hear it. Warm, yellow piss sprays onto my cheek. It covers my lips and chin as it spills down to the bowl. Their laughter is so loud it booms in my ears as I'm waterboarded with his urine. Gags threaten to roil out of my throat but I'm trying to swallow them down so I don't open my mouth. His stream isn't controlled at all and flecks of his piss are spraying all over my face, droplets getting in my eyes and hair and neck.
"Nmnnnnnnn", I try to scream through my closed mouth as they laugh and hold me down. I can barely open my eyes but when I do I just see his urine spilling down and swirling around the drain. The smell is acrid in my lungs. I'm gonna vomit, I'm gonna vomit.
Brad lets out a sick little sigh, clearly enjoying relieving himself. It feels like he's urinating on me for hours before his spray finally dies down. He strains and pushes out a few more drops, making sure to deliver them to my face. I want to die. I feel sick. I'm soaked with it. The smell is burned into my nose.
The last thing I want is to cry but tears fill my eyes and my vision blurs. I'm not going to let them fall. I'd rather die.
"I can't believe you fucking pissed on him, dude." Alex laughs.
Cam grabs my hair and forcefully whips my head up and down. "Don't forget to shake it off, faggot."
They all laugh. The sound fills my ears and spills into my guts. I want to die.
"Next time I'll make you drink it." Next time. Next time. "Fucking fag."
"We're gonna be late for practice." Cam interjects.
Hands let go of me and that's where I'm left. Face down in the urinal, over a puddle of Brad's piss. He doesn't flush it. Just zips his pants back up and spits down into it.
His piss is all over my face. I can't move.
"See you tomorrow, Jensen."