My Bullies

Ethan knelt there, mouth still tingling from the invasion of fingers and the salty aftertaste of their spit, his chin slick with drool and tears. His body trembled, not just from the cold tile biting into his knees, but from the electric hum building inside him—a twisted heat that made his cock throb harder, leaking steadily now, a clear string dangling from the tip like evidence he couldn't hide. The four of them stepped back as one, forming a loose semicircle a few feet awa

Ethan’s knees dug into the cold tile, the chill seeping up through his skin like a reminder of how exposed he was—naked, surrounded, his body a canvas for their stares. His cock hung heavy between his legs, traitorously hard, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip as if to mock his racing heart. The air hummed with their low chuckles, the faint click of Diego’s phone recording every twitch, every flush of his cheeks. Caleb’s fingers lingered on Ethan’s chin, tilting it highe

The final bell had rung twenty minutes ago. Most of the school had already emptied out—hallways echoing, distant car engines fading into the late-afternoon haze. Ethan stayed behind on purpose. He always did on Thursdays. Swim practice didn’t start until five, which gave him forty delicious minutes alone in the boys’ locker room to change slowly, to let the quiet soak into his skin, to pretend for a little while that the building belonged to him. He was peeling off his damp T