Hello all! I have returned with a much longer chapter as compensation for the horribly short one last chapter. While this chapter was on the difficult side to write, I feel it ties in some things I accidently left out in previous chapters (oops a daisy!). I use some dialogue from the 'Boxing Challenge' mission here (aka Derby's boss fight), but that's really all in regards to unoriginal content present in this chapter. Thanks to everyone whose been reading, you guys are awesome. ^^ Enjoy! Also, take MASSIVE, MASSIVE caution in reading this as there's heavily explicit scenery later on. You've been warned!
"Mmm...do you really need to go, Jimmy?"
Jimmy felt the gentle tug on his tightie-whities as he slowly lifted himself from Pinky Gauthier's queen-sized bed in the Girl's Dorm. It amused him that all this money her father had poured into convincing Crabblesnitch to give her special treatment and all Pinky got out of the simple bribery was a larger bed. "A Queen needs a queen-sized bed, you know," she'd always bluntly state. Her unwarranted self-importance aside, Jimmy did appreciate that her expensive mattress didn't noisily creak whenever he was fucking her brains out. Anything that helped him not get busted by Mrs. Peabody was always a valuable assert.
He turned to look into her surprisingly alluring brown eyes. "Yeah babe, it's getting late. And you know how Mrs. Peabody gets about boys in the Girl's Dorm." The preppy girl whined, pouting her lips. "But Jimmy..." The rich teenager removed the pink bed sheet from her body; revealing her above average-sized breasts and abdomen. Jimmy closely examined the girl's body, taking note of her particularly perky nipples. Oh, the number of times he was distracted during boxing skirmishes with her fellow preps due to those breasts of hers bouncing whenever she got excited. Her soft, milky skin just begged to be caressed and kissed again. Fat, pink luscious lips teased the boy's perversions, making him desperately want to hear the beautiful song of her pleasure one more time. Pinky was a stunningly pretty girl; if it weren't for her foul personality, Jimmy would've considered asking her to marry him once they were graduated from Bullworth.
The fifteen year-old flashed her a seductive grin and leaned over to rub his left hand up and down the side of her body. "You've worn me out, sweetheart. I'll be back after class tomorrow. After all, I want to make sure I have all the energy in the world for you." Pinky smiled coyly and gently batted his hand away from her. "No, you need to have all the energy in the world for me." Jimmy chuckled, trying to play her statement off as a joke. However, she wasn't going to settle for him not taking her seriously.
"I MEAN it, Jimmy Hopkins!" The boy jumped back away from the bed, startled by the sudden volume change of her voice. "I'm not going to take this "running off after sex" deal we have much longer. I'm not some kind of slut, James! If you want a slut, go hang out with that floozy, Lola Lombardi!" Jimmy waved his arms, trying to get a word in edge-wise, but Pinky wasn't quite finished yet. "You have to be FULLY prepared to satisfy me WHERE I want it, and WHEN I want it! And after I'm done—and I mean ONLY after I'm done, you'll stay right where I tell you to stay and spend as much time with me as I want! Do you understand me?!"
There it was again; somebody trying to tie Jimmy down. Somebody not wanting to accept the kind of person he was. Somebody just begging for Jimmy to put them in their place once and for all. And oh boy, did Jimmy really feel like jamming his fist so far into her mouth that she'd suffocate.
"You know you want to, boy. Hurt her! Hurt her! Hurt her! HURT HER!"
"No, Jimmy! Don't listen to him!"
"Ah, SHUT UP BITCH!"
But he didn't actually do it; it would be another week or two before Jimmy completely lost control of his anger over a woman. Instead, he had a better idea of how to relieve his anger. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled through his nostrils, rubbing a hand through his chestnut, short and shaggy haircut. "Look Pinky...I'm sorry. I know I need to do better if I want to maintain any kind of relationship with you. Trust me, I will do better." He quickly turned to grab his school vest and slacks from the floor and turned back to face his lover. "I've just had a lot on my plate," he started while putting his head through his school vest, "with Gary, your friends, and your cousin, Derby."
He pulled the vest down and then reached down to put his slacks on his lower half. "I've been really stressed out, Pinky. I've been practically obsessing over ways to get your friends off my back and how to get Gary to shut his weasel mouth up." Upon zipping his fly back up, he turned around to look for his belt. Pinky stayed silent for a moment, sighing after Jimmy found his belt and wrapped it around his waist.
"Derby can be a jerk, I know. But if you just talk to him, he'll see to reason, Jimmy." Resisting the urge to respond with a sarcastic quip about her and Derby's past relationship, Jimmy just gritted his teeth through a fake smile. "You're certainly right, Pinky. I'll go talk to him as soon as possible." He leaned over to plant a short kiss on her lips and then turned around to collect his shoes at the door. "I'm glad you're taking the sensible route here, Jimmy." The teenage boy clenched his fists, practically kicking his shoes onto his feet. He bent down and hastily tied his footwear, trying to tune Pinky's ignorant statements out. He finally stood up and opened the door. "I love you," he responded gruffly without even looking at his lover. Jimmy then made a hasty exit out of the dorm.
In truth, Jimmy had lied to Pinky even before her completely random temper tantrum. He wasn't going to rest up after his intimate visit with her—oh no; he had enough stamina to go all night if he wanted to. The truth of the matter was that Jimmy had promised to meet up with Petey later in evening to discuss how he'd get rid of Derby Harrington and his lackeys once and for all. Somehow miraculously avoiding Mrs. Peabody, Jimmy left through the side door of the building and quickly made his way to the pier in Old Bullworth Vale.
He knew Petey wasn't going to be happy with him after making him wait God knows how many hours for him to arrive, but the little squirt would just have to get over it. After all, Petey may one day know what it's like to receive really fucking good sex and completely forget about his obligations for the rest of the day. Sure enough, Jimmy's first sight on arrival at the pier was Petey crossing his arms, glaring angrily at him. While the younger student was obviously annoyed, Petey didn't say too much to Jimmy about having to wait; he already assumed Jimmy was going to be awhile when he told him he was off to "relieve some tension".
The boys spent about half an hour just hanging out, going over the events from the day. Petey's day seemed to have gone well; he aced yet another Math quiz, finished his science project Beatrice and he were assigned to do three weeks early, and was only beaten up once so far. Eventually, the boys began discussing ideas on how to put the preppies in their place. While Jimmy already had a great idea of what to do to Derby, Petey unintentionally gave him a better idea. While the younger boy's idea of beating up their boxing champion was a fantastic idea, Jimmy had darker intentions in mind. After all, he needed a way to relieve his anger after being chewed out by Pinky.
After departing with Petey, Jimmy made his way to the boxing arena just southeast of the pier. Upon arrival, Jimmy was greeted by Derby's goons. Following Petey's plan accordingly, Jimmy challenged Bif Taylor to a boxing match; if Jimmy wins, the preps leave him alone and if Bif wins, Jimmy cleans his shoes. And, despite being a formidable foe, Bif was defeated fairly quickly. This concluded Petey's plan and began Jimmy's.
"Who's the baddest? Me! Who's the toughest? Me! Who's the man? Me! Me, losers! Me! The champion! Number one. I killed the best, I will beat the rest! Yeah!" Derby Harrington had been alarmed by Jimmy's ruckus and made his way into the arena. The preppy leader was a tall, dashing young man—roughly one or two years Jimmy's senior—with blond hair and a perfectly clean complexion. Jimmy had only seen him once before in the cafeteria back when Gary and he were still on good terms and, thus, wasn't able to get a very good look at him. This time, however, the older boy was paying some kind of attention to him, allowing Jimmy to get a better sight of him. After a moment of looking at this guy, Jimmy immediately decided he'd have no absolutely no regrets in tearing him to pieces—in more ways than one.
"What have we here?" Parker, the raven-haired prep, rushed over to his boss, waving his hand at the new champion. "That poor kid just beat Bif! He's our new champion!" Derby squawked an angry "What?!" only for Parker to reaffirm that Jimmy was, in fact, the new champion.
Derby stepped forward and angrily pointed at a downed Bif Taylor. "You disgust me." The preppie leader turned around to face his boys. "It takes more than victory to become a champion. It takes breeding, and nepotism, and snobbery." Derby briefed turned back to face Bif and sneered a venomous "You filthy democrat!" He turned back to fire up his posse for yet another brawl. "Gentlemen, are we going to let some gutter-snipe come in and beat up our friend, Bif?
"NO!"
"Then what are we going to do?!"
"BEAT HIM BACK TO THE GHETTO!"
"Yeah!"
"YEAH!"
Thus began the big showdown with Derby Harrington and his preppie henchmen. As Jimmy had suspected would happen, Derby ran away from the battle first thing to hide upstairs while his friends did his dirty deeds for him. See, Derby's first mistake was even wanting to mess with Jimmy in the first place. His second mistake was gravely underestimating the shorter boy's strength and endurance. Jimmy was sure he'd soon regret his mistakes once Jimmy successfully followed him. He was also sure that Derby would learn to never make any mistakes involving Jimmy Hopkins ever again after he was through with him.
The Big Bad Wolf easily disposed of Little Red Riding Hood's lackeys and went on the prowl upstairs to the private party room. Derby hid behind a bar counter-top, mostly just spouting out insults at Jimmy. Suddenly, more of his preppie friends started busting into the private room. Derby threw countless orders at his men to take this predator down, but a hungry wolf is also a mean wolf. And mean wolves have a tendency to destroy all of their enemies and claim what's theirs in the end; just as Jimmy did and was going to continue doing.
"Time to have some fun, kid."
"Please, no."
Once all of the preppies were down, Jimmy pulled Derby from over the counter-top and beat his face in repeatedly until Derby's nose bled and right eye began to swell. Jimmy once again stood victorious over his foes, prancing around the room as his arousal grew instantly by the excitement of his plan. "Who's the boss now? I can't hear you, rich kids!" He reached down and pulled Derby up by his neck. "Who's the boss now, my WASPY little friend?! Answer the question!"
"You are!" Derby helplessly yelped out.
"Louder!"
"You are!"
Jimmy dropped him back onto the floor, continuing his victorious prance around the room. "Good...that's right. Me! Now you girls learn to play nice, you understand?" Jimmy was met only with the aching moans of hurt bodies and heavily wounded egos.
"Okay Jimmy, you're done. You can go home now."
"You nuts, woman? This is his chance to SHINE! Let him have his fun!"
A wicked smile sprawled over the teenager's face as he slowly approached the facedown Derby Harrington again. "I don't think you heard me correctly, you trust-fund parasite!" Jimmy yanked Derby up by his hair, savoring every moment a pained cry escaped from the older boy's lips. "I said that you girls needed to play nice from now on! A good woman often does as she's told, you arrogant-"
"I-I'm not a—a-"
"Not a what? What, Derby? What aren't you?!"
Derby opened his eyes wider and scowled at the younger boy.
"I'm not a fucking girl!"
In one swift movement, Jimmy flipped Derby over on his back. "Not a girl, you say?" Jimmy quickly climbed on top of the fallen preppie leader and pinned his arms down. "I think that's a load of crap considering there's a pretty huge slut right beneath me at the moment!" Derby tried jerking away from the smaller boy, but he wouldn't budge. It wasn't until Jimmy started sucking on his neck that he came to the ultimate realization that this nightmare was far from over.
"Boys, BOYS! Gord, Parker, Tad...ANYBODY!? HELP ME!"
As dogs called by their master, Gord and Tad desperately tried to get themselves off the ground. Tad had to have sprained something nasty in his left leg as any attempt to get on his feet was only met with failure—failure being him stumbling on his leg and falling back onto the floor. Gord was slightly more successful, though he seemed to have a bad case of "wobbly-legitis". Parker then managed to get up, but seemed more concerned for Tad to help Derby. Chad was still knocked out cold; as was Bif downstairs.
Jimmy's eye caught the recovering preppies, triggering a lot growl in his throat. "What are you maggots gonna do, huh? What are you gonna do?! I'm your new boss now, do you understand me? I can do whatever I want and you little shits can't say or do anything about it!" While maintaining eye contact with the fellow preps, Jimmy pulled Derby's expensive Aquaberry sweater from over his head, tossing it aside. He roughly rubbed his palms all over Derby's bare torso, invoking small sobs from the older boy.
Gord quickly cleared his throat, though his voice was still shaky. "Y-You realize we're gonna call the law on you, right? You won't get away from this!" Jimmy was drowning in sexual urges, unintentionally digging his nails into Derby's chest while mindlessly rubbing him. The fine-toned ab muscles Derby had seemed to do things to Jimmy's ever growing erection every time his fingers grazed over them. The fifteen year old's hands viciously trembled with a dangerous mixture of rage and lust. His growling grew borderline beastly as he temporarily stopped touching Derby to yank his slingshot from out of his back pocket. "Call the fucking cops, I fucking dare every single one of you trust-fund babies!" He drew the band back, aiming at Gord's balls. "Call the law on me, and I'll make sure none of you ever procreate with your cousins ever again!"
Gord didn't say anything else; nor did any of the other preps. Jimmy maintained his aim on the boys for another minute before setting the slingshot down at his side. "That's what I thought." The young schizophrenic chuckled under his breath as he continued to rub Derby Harrington's ab muscles. His fingers moved in slow oval patterns around each muscle. Teasing himself, savoring the surprisingly smooth texture of Derby's skin; dare he say he had smoother skin than Pinky. Eventually he grew bored of the same movements and pulled one hand back to reach into his boxing shorts and pull his excruciatingly hard erection out for fresh air. The sight of Jimmy's hard-on sent Derby into a screaming panic.
"Help me, you guys! HELP ME! What the hell are you just standing around for?! Do something—anything! Just do something, guys! Please, I'm beg-"
Derby was quickly shut up by a hard punch in the jaw by his assailant.
"We aren't going to be hearing much from you anymore, sweetheart."
Jimmy pushed himself forward and wrapped both his hands around Derby's head. Soon enough, his head was being forcibly pushed into Jimmy's crotch. The younger boy rammed his cock into the upperclassmen's mouth as deeply as he possibly could. Once he determined how far a deep-throat could go with Derby, he pulled back just long enough to begin rapidly ramming his throat back and forth.
Derby wasn't sure he was going to be able survive this encounter. The rank stench of sweaty genitalia overcame his senses and threatened to cause him to upchuck his roasted shark dinner. Derby's friends remained motionless. Whether their true colors were now beginning to show, or they were just afraid of Jimmy Hopkins mattered not to the blond upperclassmen anymore. The fact that his men—his friends—were just willing to stand around watch his body be violated by a measly pauper damaged Derby much, much more than Jimmy's cock ever could.
His father always taught him that lower-class and middle-class citizens were all canine droppings nobody was willing to clean up; the one percent were the only trustworthy companions one should ever communicate with. Only upper-class citizens are to be considered human-beings. These were his father's own words, but Derby now saw the reality his old man had so cruelly painted over. Everybody was disposable, even pretenders calling themselves "friends". Friends only served to use, abuse, and betray. Derby had no friends; he didn't need friends nor did he even want friends anymore.
He just wanted this nightmare to end. He just wanted to be alone.
