Chapter 6

Jonathan closed the toilet lid and sat down with his lunch tray on his lap. Since freshman year this secluded bathroom at the west wing of the school had been his designated lunch spot. He didn't have anyone to sit with in cafeteria. This place had saved him the embarrassment of sitting on his own in view of everyone. It also got him some precious alone time. Nobody ever visited this particular bathroom, especially during lunchtime. He'd often listen to music or just sit there and think. It was the best part of the school day for him.

He couldn't stop thinking about his confrontation with Steve. What was that guy's problem? He had been telling Jonathan to stand up for himself. It had really made him angry. If only it was so easy. But Steve wouldn't know that. Steve had always been at the top of the food chain at school. He was the predator, not the prey. What would he know about standing up to people much stronger, much more powerful than him?

Besides angry, Steve's words had also left him confused. Why would Steve suddenly want to advise him about dealing with bullies? He had been Jonathan's main bully for years. But now it almost felt like he was trying to…protect him. Jonathan blushed at the thought. Ever since freshman years he had been attracted to Steve. He'd always taken great care to hide it. Everyone already thought he was queer and not a day went by that Steve and his gang didn't remind him of that. But if Steve ever found out Jonathan was in love with him? He'd murder him, Jonathan was sure of that.

Besides that, he was ashamed of it. Being gay was wrong, it was dirty. Everybody knew that. But to be in love with your tormentor on top of that? That just added insult to injury. Jonathan couldn't understand why that had to happen to him. It only served to increase his self-hatred. How could he love someone that treated him like dirt? It was probably because through the years, he had come to believe himself that he was worth even less than dirt.

The sound of the bathroom door opening instantly awakened him from his thoughts. 'Who would come here during lunchbreak?' He thought to himself. His eyes opened wide in shock. 'Whoever it is, they are probably here for me.' Quickly he extended his hand to lock the door. As he reached it, it was swiftly pulled away from him. Jonathan looked up and froze in fear.

Billy stood in the doorway, nonchalantly blocking Jonathan's only exit. ''Hey there fairy boy,'' Billy smiled down on him with contempt. ''What are you doing here all by yourself?''. Jonathan felt panic taking control of him. He was ambushed. Billy must have been following him around, getting to know his routine. He knew there was no one within hearing distance from here and there wouldn't be for another 20 minutes. He had to find a way out. ''Actually I was just having lunch, but I'm done now. So if you'll excuse me I'll be going.'' Jonathan got up as nonchalantly as he could and tried to walk past Billy. Billy did not move an inch aside. ''Excuse me, I'd like to pass'', Jonathan tried again. A smirk appeared on Billy's face. ''And leave me so soon? I didn't think so.'' Billy put his hand on Jonathan's shoulder. ''Since we've established that you're not going anywhere, be a good boy and step back.''

Jonathan started to feel rebellious. Steve's words had inspired something in him. Why should he just passively accept everything Billy and his friends think to put him through? Why should he not stand up for himself for a change? Jonathan looked up to Billy determinately. '' And what if I don't?''

Billy's face lit up. This was even better than he expected. ''Because if you don't'', he stated casually, ''I will do it myself. You won't like it when I do it myself.'' Jonathan felt his confidence growing. There was no way he was backing down now. He braced himself for what he knew was coming. ''Try me.''

Billy did not have to hear that twice. He grabbed the smaller boy by his collar and shoved him backwards at full strength. He was thrown backwards over the toilet and hit his head on the back wall. Jonathan screamed in pain. He felt dizzy and his vision was blurry, yet he was keenly aware of stinging pain in his right arm. 'It must be broken', he thought to himself. Jonathan did not have much time to recover until he felt himself being lifted up by his shirt. The fist hit his face at full strength before he even saw it coming.

When he regained his vision, he found himself sitting on his knees, Billy's crotch less than an inch removed from his face. He flinched as he became aware of the pain in his arm and nose. He looked up at Billy.

''Unzip my pants'', the older boy instructed matter-of-factly.

Jonathan winced. He knew what was going to happen. It had happened to him many times before when he was younger. He had two choices now. Obey and be violated, or fight and be killed. Jonathan composed himself. Too many times had he chosen option one. Too many times had he allowed others to use him as they wished. It had to end now. He lifted his head and looked Billy dead in the eyes.

''No.''

The room was quiet for a second. Then Billy started laughing. ''Damn boy, you must get off on pain.'' He shrugged his shoulders. ''I would gladly beat you until every thought of resistance has left your puny body, but the truth is, I like you pretty. So I won't do that.''

Jonathan looked up in surprise. ''So you´re just going to let me go?''

Billy smiled. ''Yes, you could choose to go. But I wouldn't recommend it if I were you.''

Jonathan became suspicious. ''Why is that?''

''Well the thing is,'' Billy smirked, ''that I'm all ready for action now. If you're not going to deliver, than someone has to.''

Jonathan's eyes widened as the implication hit him.

''But where would I find someone else so quickly?'', Billy continued. ''Well, as it happens, luck is on my side. The perfect person for the job happens to be in my house at this very moment. Playing with his friend, my sister Max.

Billy looked down triumphantly. He knew he had won.

Jonathan was shocked. This couldn't be happening again.

''No.'' Jonathan had turned away from the bed and was facing his father directly. Tears welled up in his eyes. ''No, I can't do this anymore. It has to end, now''. His father seemed taken aback. Jonathan had never resisted before. He knew it was pointless. But then, he had just been a little kid. He was 11 now, almost a teenager. He wasn't weak and helpless anymore.

His father composed himself. ''Well, okay then son. If that's what you want, than that's what we'll do.''

Jonathan looked up in surprise. He had expected anger. He had expected violence. And he had prepared himself for that. For hours he had been practicing in front of the mirror. He had been playing all the possible scenarios in his head. He had practiced staying determined through all the possible abuse his father could hurl at him. But he had not prepared for this.

''So…I can leave now?'' he asked clumsily.

''Yes you can'', responded Lonnie. ''But there will be consequences.''

Jonathan looked at him, not understanding.

''You see, if you refuse to do your part in this house, someone else will have to do it'', Lonnie continued. ''Luckily for you, there are possibilities for that. Your little brother could do what you won't.''

Jonathan looked at him in shock. He could not be serious. He couldn't mean Will, he just couldn't. Sweet, innocent Will, whom Jonathan always tried so hard to protect.

''He probably won't be too happy about that. But hey, it is your choice. You have to make it.''

Jonathan knew he had no choice. He had to protect Will, he just had to. He was Will's older brother, it was his job. No one else was going to do it.

He wiped the tears from his eyes. ''No, I'll do it.'' Defeated he walked back to the bed, silent tears streaming down his face.

Today he knew he had no choice again. He had to protect Will, that was still his job. It would always be. Jonathan looked up, resentful, tears streaming down his face. ´´As you wish´´, he said bleakly.

Billy smiled triumphantly. ´´Now that´s a good boy.´´ He took off his belt. ´´In case you get any ideas of resisting again´´. Jonathan screamed in agony as Billy pulled his broken arm behind his back. He tied his wrists together so tight Jonathan could feel his blood flow being restricted.

Billy positioned himself in front of Jonathan again and put down his pants. Jonathan winced as he saw Billy´s size. No way that was going to fit in his mouth. Billy smiled, almost as if he could read Jonathan´s thoughts. ´´Don´t worry princess. It will fit, one way or another. Now, open wide.´´ Hesitating, Jonathan slowly opened his mouth. Billy did not waste any time. Jonathan gagged as Billy grabbed the back of his head and pressed his member deep down his throat at full force. However, he adjusted quickly. He was used to this. ´´Ah, no gag reflex´´, Billy smirked, ´´looks like everyone´s right, you are a faggot.´´ His thrusts became harder, faster, deeper. Billy smiled as he saw Jonathan´s increasing struggle to breathe between thrusts. He decided to push him even further. He thrust himself down the smaller boy´s throat again and then held his head in position, choking him with his full length. Jonathan´s face became increasingly red. He tried to wriggle his hands loose, to no avail. Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked up, pleading. He tried to beg Billy to let him breathe, but he couldn´t make a sound. Billy tried to maintain his position longer, but Jonathan´s begging eyes sent him over the edge. He groaned as he quickly withdrew and released his load on Jonathan´s face.

Jonathan fell on the floor, desperately gasping for air. Billy leaned against the bathroom door, exhausted and completely satisfied. He had succeeded in his mission. He had broken Jonathan Byers. Filled with disgust, he looked at the weakened creature on the floor. The moment he came, he had lost all interest in the other boy. As far as he was concerned, he wasn´t even human. Just a means to an end. Casually, he put his clothes back on. Jonathan did not react as Billy released his arms in order to take back his belt. They slid to the floor, completely limp.

The bell rang. Lunchbreak had ended. Casually, Billy strolled out of the bathroom to his next class, leaving a broken Jonathan behind.