Warnings from this chapter include nudity continuing from from chapter 1! I know there will probably be a handful of people who won't agree with my story or understand why I shaped some of the Simpsons characters*Owned by Matt Groening** into the characters they are in this piece of fanfiction which I make no money off of.(lol putting that there to be safe!) A lot of you might not like the idea of Bart and Nelson performing sexual contact on each other or the idea of any character in this story being gay. I completely respect your idea of thinking, but if you do not like this story you can always write a Simpsons fanfiction of your own…right? (just kidding, I love you all). Just in case if anyone decides to review, I've had reviews in the past ask me if I can include something for them in my fanfiction. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to do this for this story as there is a chance by the time I start posting this online each individual chapter from the beginning of the story until end would already be written. Or pretty damn close to it. I hope you've enjoyed the last chapter, and now we are on with chapter 2!
Nelson wouldn't even allow Bart to cover his penis in shame. He stood there, shivering, cold and scared. Even though Nelson was no longer snapping photos and blinding him with light flashes, he still stared at Bart. Like he was criticizing him without any words at all. Except for a smug smirk and a raised eyebrow. The rest was up to Bart's imagination. "You sure you're not enjoying this?" He asked, rather skeptically. "I-if anyone seems to be enjoying this, it's you!" Bart countered. The oppressor chuckled. "Well, your dick seems to be disagreeing with you." Nelson was right. Bart looked down and attempted to hide his member again, only to once more have his hands slapped away by his former friend. Feeling vulnerable and humiliated, he felt no choice but to give into his emotions of shame and fear – then cry. It all happened right in front of his worst enemy - Nelson Muntz.
Nelson was embarrassed for Bart by this point. Geeze, the guy was acting like he'd never been blackmailed before in his life. "Here, just take your clothes and go." He handed every article of clothing back to Bart. "You're lucky I'm being so nice to you." "You won't tell anyone about this, right?" The smaller boy asked, hopefully. His eyes still swelled with tears. Nelson sighed. "Wait, don't get changed just yet. Turn around and place both of your hands against the wall." Bart did as instructed and felt something cool – and moving against his ass cheeks. When it was over, he turned around to look at the handiwork Nelson performed on his behind. The name 'Nelson' was written across his bosom in black permanent marker. Bart's bully nodded, and put the marker back in his jean's pocket. "Ok. Now you can get changed. Be here tomorrow an hour before school. Or else." Nelson practically spit the last two words right in Bart's face. This meant business and Bart nodded. "Ok. Thanks, man." He chocked. "You're still naked." Nelson reminded him. "Put some pants on." After that, he walked out of the bathroom stall, leaving Bart to change in peace.
Disappointed in himself for crying, Bart redressed and walked back home as slowly as possible. Lisa will probably be wondering where he was; as she was going to help him study for the upcoming algebra test. It was worth a whopping fifteen percent of his grade. He did have a whole week to study for it, but the poor guy was a slow learner. As of now, Bart was sitting around a 65 percentage in that class. He took a deep breath before opening the doorknob to his family's home.
"Hey, Lis." He greeted Lisa, still fond of using her childhood nickname. Lisa folded her arms, clearly not impressed with her older brother's lateness. "So, what kept you?" Bart knew deep down that he could trust Lisa with anything, but what kind of protective older brother would he be if he wasn't even strong enough to defend himself? "I'm sorry, I got detention." Though Bart had only received a lunch detention and not an after school detention, he was still telling the truth…without lying too much. His younger sister had already known about the lunch detention, and raised her eyebrow suspiciously, but nodded her head. She assumed he must have received two, or something else interfered with his studying. Bart was always on time with his study sessions. "All right. Let's just get down to business, then." She figured he would tell her the real reason behind his behavior when he was ready. That was usually how things always worked out between the two siblings.
Two hours later, and both siblings exhausted, the teens sat in front of the television and waited for dinner. "Thanks, Lis." Bart said, hugging his sister – all the while making sure no one else was watching. He had a reputation to hold up to, even though he did love his sister to the moon and back. "I know I may sometimes come across as an ungrateful brother, but I can't thank you enough for always saving my ass in school." Lisa wrapped her arms around her brother and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you, too." She confirmed, patting him on the back. Lisa realised that a little affection, especially with Bart, can go a long way. "Hey, Maggie's home from school!" she announced.
Marge pulled up in front of the driveway with Maggie in the back seat of the car. The two siblings went to the door to greet their seven year old sister. "Hey Mags, want to watch some TV?" Bart asked. "Ok!" She replied with excitement and sat next to him. Lisa rolled her eyes, but smiled. Her mother probably had a hard day taking care of the household chores, so she took it upon herself to start dinner. Maggie hugged Bart and handed him a cupcake. "Don't eat too much junk before dinner!" Lisa called. Although, Lisa couldn't resist the tasty treat when her younger sister handed one to her.
"You haven't touched your dinner, boy." Homer said. He was right. Bart sat there at the kitchen table twirling the spaghetti strings around his fork, but not once lifting the food into his mouth. His mother looked concerned as well. Even though her son was the famous trouble maker of Springfield, the woman would always have a soft, caring spot for her special little guy. The boy attempted to think of an easy way out of the conversation. "I think I'm feeling a little sick…may I be excused?" Marge nodded. "Ok, Hun." The women of the family were concerned for him. As much as homer cared about his son deep down, he still continued to eat. "Homer!" Marge said, commanding attention from her husband. "Didn't you notice how quickly your son left the table?" Homer looked sheepish. He clearly realised he had upset his wife. "Maybe he was full from the cookie Maggie gave him earlier?" Marge grumbled in annoyance, and Maggie crossed her arms. "Don't put this one on me." She warned him.
Homer found Bart in the upstairs washroom brushing his teeth and already dressed in his night clothes. It was only seven thirty in the evening. Besides, Maggie was still awake. "You better have finished your homework before going to bed." He warned sternly. "Already finished it. I did it with Lisa hours ago." He countered. Not fazed by his father's seemingly uncaring approach. "Oh…but, didn't you want to watch some TV then?" Bart spit the remaining toothpaste left in his mouth into the sink. "It's ok dad. I'll catch up on it with you tomorrow, ok? I'm fine. Don't worry about me." He said, smiling back and trying to reassure his father. Homer was worried now. "Ok, son. Hope you feel better tomorrow." Bart nodded. "Goodnight, dad."
Feeling sick to his stomach, the seventeen year old laid down in his bed for over an hour, staring simply at the ceiling. Of course, still early in the evening the boy was unable to relax his eyes and fall asleep. Earlier that evening, he received a text from Nelson. 'Stay over at my place on Friday.' That was all it read. Bart knew he was doomed and there was no getting out of this mess except until Nelson Muntz was bored with him.
Maybe it was the way the boy was treated by his father as he grew up, or possibly the way he was bullied throughout most of his elementary school experience. There was one thing that he knew about himself, though; Bart Simpson enjoyed being humiliated on some level. Even if that may be so, Bart's desire to be degraded conflicted with his never ending quest to be loved. His mind was very complicated. Sure, every other teenage boy's mind was complicated but Bart felt incredibly lost and completely hopeless. A freak of nature. Just as he was deep in thought, his youngest sibling, Maggie appeared by his bedroom door. This unexpected visitor startled him a bit, but he always invited Maggie inside, anyways. "Hey, Mags." He smiled. "Are you off to bed, too?" "Yeah," Maggie answered. It was usual for a seven year old to go to bed early. "but I was wondering if you would read me the next chapter to the book we've been reading together." Maggie held the book up to Bart and her older brother patted against a free spot on the bed. Happily inviting her to sit down with him. Everyone knew that Maggie was the one reading to Bart, but she loved it when he tried, anyway. Maggie had a very advanced vocabulary for a seven year old.
It was Wednesday. So far, there has not been any sight of Nelson. 'Thank hell for that.' Bart thought to himself. Usually, Nelson would be loitering around the front entrance of the school before first period started. Other days, the bully would hang around at the entrance doors for several minutes and sometimes almost a half an hour during lunch period. On rare occasions Nelson would eat cafeteria food, other days he would not… Actually, that was something Bart had been very suspicious about. His life- long school mate was always complaining about being hungry. If he was so hungry, why wouldn't he just threaten a classmate for their lunch money?
Nelson decided to skip school on Thursday, too as it appeared. 'Maybe I'm off the hook and free to go?' Bark thought cheerfully to himself. Perhaps Nelson got bored with the shenanigans. Another outcome could be that his tormentor was currently at home on his computer right now, printing out the photos or even posting them on the internet. Bart was afraid of that the most. Once a picture is up, everyone has the ability to see it. To make matters even worse, he would be completely powerless. Only Nelson would be able to take the pictures down, but he would need the heart to do so. It would be too late by then, anyway. It probably would have been viewed by tens of thousands of perverts. He gulped nervously. If Nelson did not show up to school on Friday, he made a deal with himself to have a little investigation of his own. The only problem was, if Bart missed one class of school without a note from his parents, principal Skinner would make a phone call home. His grades have been disastrous the past two years and the teen had promised his family to make it up to them by taking school seriously; but now, his reputation was at stake. His life would change. How old was Skinner now, almost seventy wouldn't he rather consider retiring instead of tracking down Bart Simpson all day?
'I know I'm straight.' The victim tried to confirm for his own sake. 'I've had plenty of girlfriends. Hell, I've even scored with older women. Okay…I didn't actually "score" but I've had my moments with them.' The other half of his brain didn't agree with him. 'Then why did you get hard – for Nelson? Face it. You enjoy humiliation, and he humiliated you. Maybe sexuality doesn't matter in this situation. Maybe it has no place. It could simply mean it was your first 'almost' sexually humiliating experience with another guy. You might never know for sure until you lose your virginity.' Bart nodded. Agreeing with himself.
The problem remained that he was, in fact, still a virgin. Most of Bart's friends' have already had sex by his age, and he had to lie his ass off about how many girls he had slept with. It was a good thing he had a nice face and gorgeous smile. So when said females were asked by his nosy whether or not they actually had sex with Bart, they would blush and smile. His friends with low digit IQs would take that answer as a yes. So, he was never confronted about his previous lies.
Nelson was here today. That means, Bart had no choice but to show up at his house after school. The intimidator advanced towards him. "Remember our deal." Was all he said. "Nelson –wait!" Bart called after him frantically. Nelson sighed, but decided that Bart was, in fact, worth his time. "What?" He sighed. "Nelson, we were friends once…remember?" He looked up at the larger teen, his signature puppy dog eyes filled with hope. Nelson looked at him almost thoughtfully for a moment, but quickly averted his gaze. "We can never go back to that." He walked away, leaving Bart in the middle of a hallway with an audience. "Oooohhhh." They chorused. Bart balled his hands into fists. "Don't you guys have classes to go to, for Christ's sake?" They grumbled, but nevertheless obeyed Bart and headed off to their assigned classes.
The final bell of the school day rang, that horrifying sound that signified his doom was near. Bart waited outside on the building's steps, waiting for Nelson. The guy had already seen him naked… a couple of times now. How much lower could Bart's self – esteem sink if Nelson had made him do anything else? "Follow me." Nelson directed. The sudden command startled the spikey haired teen. He had not realized that his intimidator was right behind him. His shadow beginning to cover his own. Nelson had been doing that to him quite a lot lately.
The journey from the school to Nelson's home was roughly fifteen to twenty minutes. That would be quite a long walk in difficult weather conditions, but today the sun was shining in a pleasant blue sky. "My mom won't be home this weekend, so we'll have all the time in the world." He said, smirking at the weaker boy who avoided his gaze. Bart decided to try and make small talk with the bully. Maybe it would earn him brownie points, therefore evading the upcoming humiliating tasks. "So, were you sick the past few days?" Bart asked nervously. Nelson looked offended. "That's none of your business." This was going to be harder than he expected.