*Please read these for warnings* Hello everybody! This is my very first Simpsons story that I am working on and I am very excited! I should update regularly but if I do not there are reasons. I am not a lazy writer, so it's never to do with laziness : ) Just a few warnings before you proceed, this is a yaoi fic. Male/male sexual content. Sometimes, there may even be sexual contact between minors and adults, sometimes sexual contact will be non-consensual between minors and / or same gender, and this story may focus with family abuse towards minors as well later on in the story. So, if some or all of that is not your cup of tea, I do not suggest reading this story! *Also, I do not own the Simpsons. If I did, I would be very, very rich. I am not… The warnings may change later on in the story, since those are only some ideas that I have as of now. *Warnings for this chapter include nudity of a minor* Enjoy…..this very disturbing fanfiction of a possibly psychotic twenty something year old woman…I look forward to your praise and constructive criticism. By the way, in this fanfic the ' marks indicate that a character is thinking.
It was just any other normal Tuesday at Springfield High. Bart sauntered miserably towards his first period class. Apparently his faking sick scheme didn't work well on his mother this morning. He even begged her to stay home, but in the end she kept her word. She glared sternly at him and pointed to the door, but she wouldn't let her son leave without a hug and a kiss on the forehead. Thus, she had been successful in humiliating him in front of a bus filled with classmates.
"Would Bart Simpson please report to the Principal's office." A loud, bored voice boomed over the school's speakers. It was not a question. Somehow, Principal Skinner was unluckily transferred over to Springfield High. 'But it isn't even first period yet, what could have I possibly done?' The boy asked himself. He had to admit, he was curious. He nervously fixed his collar before opening the door. Usually, he was well aware of what he had done wrong. "Bart, Nelson here found your backpack for you on the bus." He sighed and pressed his first two fingers against the bridge of his nose. "Please, take it and go, all right?" The two adolescents were about to exit. Nelson left, but Skinner had stopped Bart. "Boy, I don't know why, but it is very clear that the universe is torturing me by keeping you in my life. Please – please can the last two years of your high school experience go smoothly? I would like for us to avoid each other as much as possible." Bart smirked triumphantly. "Sure thing, Skinner." The elder blushed. "That's Principal to you!" He hid his red face in a newspaper as Bart laughed his way out of the office door.
The young blond whistled with glee. Now, he could go about his day – when suddenly an unfamiliar palm pressed against his face. "Mmmfh?" He squealed in surprise. The perpetrator smirked, he was in control. "Not so fast, there, Bart. You see, I normally wouldn't give a rat's ass about anyone's damn backpack. But yours, yours intrigued me." Sweat drops began to form on Bart's face. "Is this your little diary?" The bully mocked, waving it in front of the shorter teen's face. "Nelson, please! That's my journal! Please don't do anything with that. I'll get on my knees, man. Come on." Nelson snorted. "Who brings their diary to school, anyway?" Bart grinded his teeth. "For the last time, it is a journal. Men keep journals, women keep diaries!" The teen with the stronger build shrugged. "Frankly, I don't give a damn what you call it. Anyways, you are in no position to tell me what is and what isn't. After school, 2:45. Be here." "But!" Bart called out desperately. Besides, Nelson was still in possession of his journal.
Bart and Nelson had a very complicated friendship since childhood. The two were constantly struggling for power against the other, especially since fifth grade. This incident, however, happened in the eighth grade. These boys had been inseparable friends for quite a few years until that day. They used to be friendly competitions, until one day when they both went too far. The two had a bike race to compete for a classmate's heart, and a date for the Christmas dance. Nelson seemed to be enjoying the contest a little too much, and bumped into Bart's bicycle. Bart, ready to fight back, steered his wheels right into Nelson's – causing his wheels to crash right into an upcoming school bus. He had been bed bound for a month as well as forced into a cast and wheelchair for another. He had promised to ruin his former friend's life ever since, and their friendship was destroyed forever. Neither of them won the heart of the girl as she felt their attempts to be juvenile and childish, despite the fact that both boys had yet to reach puberty. Women just seem to mature faster than men.
Bart's first period class was History and the Arts. To make the situation even more boring – and downright humiliating is that he was forced to share this class and a few others with his younger sister, Lisa. She was his personal 'tutor'. While he had failed some classes and been forced to repeat the lessons, Lisa excelled in others and was allowed to move up a couple of grade levels and, be ahead of her friends in certain programmes. Therefore, they shared nearly every class together. Except for gym at the end of the day where Bart spent the time with his best friend, Milhouse. Instead of using his supplies to take notes for the lesson, Bart fiddled with them. Especially his pencil.
As Bart aged, he may have learned how to hide his emotions from others, but not from Lisa. She could always see right through him like see – through paper and Bart hated that the most. However, he still loved her with all his heart. Normally Lisa would simply roll her eyes, slap her brother behind the head and order him to pay attention. It's just what siblings did to each other. Although; today was different. She noticed an uncomfortable look on Bart's face. "What's gotten into you?" She asked sincerely. Bart gulped. "W-well-," he stammered. Lisa was his sister, he could tell her anything. "Personal discussions after class only, thank you." Their teacher warned.
'Well, if I do something wrong and get detention, Nelson can't do anything about that! It will be impossible to meet him after school if I can't leave school grounds.' Bart thought. He thought of a plan, and fast. The boy poked his sister on her shoulder repetitively. "Bart, ouch! Quit it!" Lisa shouted, slapping his hand away. "Bart! Quit irritating my star pupil, that's lunch detention for you!" Bart looked dismayed. 'What? L-lunch? I was going for after school detention.' He sighed, defeated. There was no way in Hell he could avoid Nelson now. The smug, triumphant look on Lisa's face disappeared. Her brother looked so sad…so pathetic. If he chose to act out and irritate her instead of talking to her about his problems, how was she to help him fix them? Her plans to confront him at lunch and ask him about his behavior were ruined. It was back to square one.
After the first three classes of the day, it was time for Bart to serve his lunch detention. Well, maybe a quiet room could be just the thing to clear his racing mind. He could have been certain he left his journal underneath his bed, not in his nap sack. What kind of idiot brings their journal to school, anyway? Either he placed it in his bag out of fatigue, stress, or maybe he even had a little mystery on his hands? Either way, Nelson had it, and he would do anything just to get it back. Who knows what the bully would do with it…maybe plaster the pages on the school walls? Or with today's technology, he could simply post them publically on his social media accounts; which seems exactly like the kind of threat that Nelson would make.
"Bart, please get started on your homework." The detention supervisor ordered. The student let out a long, heavy sigh and took out his algebra book. Lisa was going to make him solve these math problems later, anyway. He proceeded to doodle something out of boredom on the paper instead. "Bart." A voice addressed from the desk beside him. He nearly had a heart attack once he realised that Nelson himself was sitting beside him. Nelson chuckled, amused. 'Shit, I think I wet myself a little.' Bart thought, embarrassed. Nelson pulled out the stolen journal. "Hey-" Bart reached over. Nelson pressed his palm against Bart's forehead to keep him back. "If you want this back, I suggest you be a good dog and do as I say." He then proceeded to pat him on the head, as if he were Nelson's pet. He felt a sickening pit inside his stomach.
Bart pouted. "No. I will not let you call me"- The stronger boy grabbed a hold of Bart's wrist. "I said. If you want this back, do as I say." He said in a more authoritative tone. Bart nodded nervously. "D-do you really have to read it in front of me? Come on man, at least do it behind my back." Bart's oppressor flipped through the pages, quietly laughing to himself in hopes the teacher would not hear him. This was too much fun. "If only my father would love me as much as he loves my sister." He mocked, holding the journal to his chest and wiping a fake tear. "Haw-haw! Bart loves his daddy!" Bart sank lower in his seat, his face glowing redder and redder. He hoped to die right then and there.
The day was about to come to a close when it came to the last period, the boys were playing football in gym class. Milhouse couldn't throw worth shit, but miraculously he threw the ball perfectly towards Bart, and the team cheered for him to make a touch – down. He grew to be a pretty athletic young man, sports making up for his difficulties for academics. Nevertheless, Bart Simpson was quite the popular guy. Maybe he could possibly use this developed skill in sports as a future career one day, and get a scholarship to a decent college? He could see the end of the line – almost there, when suddenly he got the air and life knocked right out of him. He coughed on the ground to regain his composure and found himself pinned underneath Nelson Muntz, who had been forcing him down like a helpless animal. "Not your lucky day, Simpson." He said, spitting on the ground next to Bart before helping only himself off the grass. At least the bully got a stern warning from their gym coach about tackling other students. The coach asked Bart if he was alight. "Yeah, it's just definitely not my day, Sir." He replied sadly, looking very defeated. School had ended for the day, and it was time to face his date with destiny.
He paced at the front of the school building for nearly ten minutes. Maybe Nelson forgot? Would there be a possibility that his uncomplicated nemesis would return his journal to him tomorrow morning? Most likely not. Nelson's shadow suddenly overlapped with his own, and he turned around to nervously confront his worst nightmare. "Bart, come with me."
The two teens returned inside the school building. Nelson led Bart along the long and narrow stairs up to the second floor, and finally arriving at the boy's bathroom. Sure, the journey wasn't realistically that time consuming, but for Bart's poor warped little mind, it was. "Take off your clothes." The authoritative boy ordered. "What – no!" Bart shouted. "What are you, some kind of queer?" Nelson gave Bart a look of mocked concern. "How about this: If I don't have to take your close off for you. I will not send a naked photo of yourself and copies of your journal to everyone in school. Let's just consider these pictures as future black mail material."
Bart glanced back at Nelson, more shyly this time. "Okay…but…don't look at me, please." The stronger male shrugged his shoulders. "I'm eventually going to be seeing the photos, anyway." Bart whined and faced against the wall. If there was anything he was more insecure about, it was his stomach. It wasn't as round as it was when he was a child; but he would always remember Nelson pulling down his pants and chatting "fatty fat fat fat!" in front of every student on the playground. Also, there was the time he had been handcuffed to a pole stark naked, with Nelson drawing attention to him while shouting his famous words of "Haw-Haw!" for hours on end. As exhausted as Nelson was at the time, he wouldn't miss a second of helpless Bart's utter humiliation.
He exhaled heavily, as hard as this situation was, he would much rather remove his shirt first instead of his pants. He waited for his new master's approval to continue. Nelson nodded. In order to remove his pants, he would need to remove his socks and shoes. He moved slowly, bracing himself for what was to come. Why would Nelson want nude photos of him, anyway? His excuse for blackmail purposes was beginning to sound unbelievable. His socks and shoes were off. He started to nervously fumble with his belt, taking in a deep breath. "Nelson, please! Reconsider?" The boy begged, but to no avail. Nelson shook his head, completely unmoved. "Pants down, slave." The belt came off, and his pants pooled around his ankles. "U-underwear too?" The bully chuckled, pulling out his phone. "Yes, Bart. Now. I'm seconds away from changing my mind and tearing them off myself."
Bart quickly tore his underwear away from his vulnerable member and slid them down his legs. He held his arms in an attempt to cover his face, completely humiliated. "No hiding." Nelson declared, stripping Bart's arms away from himself. "The camera needs to see you in all your glory, Bart." He snapped a few more photos. He seemed quite amused with Bart's embarrassment, and laughed continuously to himself. Bart found no humor in this situation. "Are we done?" Bart squeaked, eyes swelling up with tears and his cheeks burning cherry red. Nelson almost had a soft spot for him like this, but not enough to delete the pictures. "Good job. Now that this is done, here is a page of your journal." He tore a page out of Bart's book and handed it to him. "Keep doing as I say, and everything will go nice and smoothly. Now, here's what you are going to do next."