Summary: The bullying that has haunted Roxas for years just became worse. After enduring a very tough break-up with Hayner, the whole school *mysteriously* finds out that he's gay. Will Axel be able to stop Roxas from harming himself when things just get too much to take? Akuroku. Warning: Involves physical/sexual abuse.
(This chapter involves both types of abuse! Don't like it, read until after he ran the mile, then skip.)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the storyline!
I decided to take the redhead's advice and go to class. I had to endure giggles, whispers, and the occasional dirty look, but at least no one had the nerve to call me out. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but that did little to make me feel comfortable. Hallways were a little nerve-racking, but there were teachers (not to mention the scary assistant principal) in the hallways, so I was okay there. I stayed in my fifth period class when everyone went to lunch. Luckily, my art teacher didn't badger me with questions. She asked me once if I was okay, and shot me a sympathetic glance or two, but that was the worst of it.
I was okay until seventh period. My most hated class of the day. Gym. I almost skipped it, but the day was almost over and I could go home soon, so that put me in a slightly good mood. In hindsight, I definitely should have ditched.
Our gym teacher divided the girls and the boys and made us play basketball against each other. That was a recipe for disaster in and of itself. First team to ten would get to dress in early and the losing team had to run a mile. The final ingredient in this recipe for disaster was the fact that I couldn't play basketball to save my life... and coach assigned me to play shooting guard. This would be a fun time.
Needless to say, the girls won and we had to run a mile. Because of this, I received numerous nasty glares and everyone threw the fault of the loss on me. Of course, it was my fault, but it could have been the coach's fault for assigning me as two when he knew full well that I couldn't play.
Not only did we have to run a mile, but we couldn't dress in until we finished our mile. Just my luck, the bell rang to dismiss us to the bus line when I still had a quarter-mile to go. And my bus was the first one to leave the lot. And the buses were parked almost on the complete other side of school. Meaning, I effectively missed my bus, and I'd either have to call my father to pick me up or walk nine miles home. Either way, my father would be pissed that he had to come all the way up to the school to get me, or he would be pissed that I was late getting home. I sighed and decided to go shower. As long as I missed my bus, I might as well go home clean.
I know that people shower after gym class all the time, but I had never done so before. It felt very awkward being naked in the shower of the boys' locker room, even with no one else in the room. I had stayed in just long enough to get somewhat clean when I heard the door creak open and at least four boys, laughing and muttering among themselves, pile into the locker room. I quickly shut off the shower, very relieved that I had left my gym shorts right outside the stall, even though my shirt was on the bench by my locker.
I had just tugged on my shorts when one of the boys poked his head around the corner. He turned around and said, "He's in here." Turning back to me, "Hey, Roxas, c'mere."
I didn't want to, but those boys happened to be standing between me and the only door to the locker room. I had no choice. I figured I'd slip past them, having to endure some taunts in the process, and make my escape. That, however, was far from what happened. I stepped around the corner and came face-to-face with...
"Hayner..." I gulped. I will not cry I will not cry I will not...
"'Sup, Roxas?" Hayner said, his arm stretched out to the wall beside me, effectively blocking my exit.
"Uh..." I said, too stupid to just realize what was going on and leave.
One of the boys behind him made very unattractive smooching noises, followed by laughter from all four. I recognized one of the boys behind Hayner as the one who had called me out in the cafeteria this morning.
"As if," Hayner said, trying to choke back his own laughter. He looked me over and said, "You were fun while you lasted, you know. You just got way to clingy and I'm not into that girly romantic love stuff. You started to bore me... and you weren't even a good fuck."
Tears stung my eyes as I said, "We never..." in a very broken voice.
I never got to finish that statement. Before I knew what had happened, I was doubled over in the most absolute agony I've ever felt. I couldn't move or breathe or even think clearly. It felt like my whole lower half was literally on fire. After the initial pain subsided to a less (but still quite strong) painful ache, I felt like I was going to heave. I'd never been kicked in the nuts before, and people say that it's supposed to be the most painful thing that any man can experience, but nothing could have prepared me for that. Especially since it was Hayner that had kicked me.
After a while of watching me moan in the fetal position, Hayner said, "I'm gone, you guys have at it."
The remaining three guys snickered as Hayner left. One of them said, "This is gonna be good, y'know?"
I heard the distinct sound of someone unzipping. The next thing I knew, someone had grabbed a fistful of my hair and proceeded to lift me off the floor by it. I reached up to the guy's hand, trying to get it out of my hair, screaming in the process. My screams were stifled by something large and warm entering my mouth. I let out a muted cry and did the first thing I thought of. I bit.
My action was rewarded by a shout and a swift punch in the face. I was then thrown into the hard metal lockers behind me. It felt like my jaw had been taken off. The guy whose dick I had bitten grabbed my crotch and squeezed. I winced at the pain as stars swarmed around my eyes.
"Listen here, little slut," he spat. "You pull a stunt like that again, and I'll show ya' just how much pain a man can take, ya' hear?"
After another agonizing squeeze to my crotch, I nodded.
"Good," he said, drawing out the word. "Now open your mouth."
I bit my lip as the guy's dick appeared very close to my face. I clamped my mouth shut. Once again, the guy grabbed my hair, but this time he slammed my head into the lockers. I took a shallow breath, my mouth now agape. Before I could react, my mouth was once again invaded.
The guy laughed and said low and huskily, "Now be a good boy."
His hand, which had previously been squeezing the life out of my boys, began rubbing me through my gym shorts as he slipped his tip down my throat. I started choking, but that only made him laugh. I had been crying so much that my nose was stopped up and I couldn't breathe. Meanwhile, as much as it shamed me, I could feel myself becoming slightly hard as he continued to stroke me.
Apparently, he noticed because he said, "Oh, you like that don'tcha? Want me to make ya' feel better now? Maybe I'll take a closer look at your nice hard cock."
I tried to protest, but he tugged on my hair and said, "Didn't your mommy ever tell you not to talk with your mouth full?" This question excited a fit of laughter out of the other two guys, whose taunts and gestures I had been paying little attention to. "C'mon, slut, you're not being a very good boy at all."
When I only continued to choke, he pulled himself out of my mouth, giving me the first good gulp of air I'd had in a while.
"Fine," he said, "I'll do it myself." He turned to one of his friends and said, "Gag 'im and hold 'im down, would ya'? I need a hand free."
I sobbed when he let go of my hair. The guy's friend shoved my shirt into my mouth and held both my wrists above my hand as the first guy began to stroke himself. He built up momentum, on both himself and me, until he came... all over my face. I grimaced as his fluids dripped down onto my bare chest.
He blew out a big breath, chuckled and said, "Go clean yourself up. You look like shit."
The guy that had been holding my wrists up shoved me down into the corner. When I didn't make a move to get up, he laughed and asked if he could have some fun. His fun, thankfully, only consisted of kicking the shit out of me until his buddy told him to stop. At this point, I couldn't hear anything they were saying for the ringing in my ears, and I really didn't care. I just wanted them to leave me alone.
Thankfully, after a few more aggressive kicks, that's exactly what they did. They left me alone, broken and bruised, on the locker room floor.
A/N: Okay, I'm a girl, so obviously I've never been kicked in the nuts, so obviously I wouldn't know at all what it feels like. Accurate? :) The scenario with the basketball game and missing the bus actually happened to me my last year of school. (Only, obviously, the girls lost) I was pissed. xD Thanks for reading. Please review! :)
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