Nurse's Association of Knowledge, Education and Demonstration
Part 5: The Bully
Author note: Sharing at the top this week. This is a content warning that this chapter deals with the topic of male-on-male bullying, as some readers may be sensitive to it. I envision a few chapters in the run of this story that will be similar to this one, so I can understand losing readers if it is not your thing.
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It was a Friday, three weeks prior to Seth’s meeting with Mrs. Masters. Earlier that week, Seth’s brother, Joseph, had finally opened up about the bullying after Seth and Joseph had been playing video games.
Joseph hadn’t intended to tell, but when he beat his older brother at a game of NBA 2k23, Seth pounced on his brother playfully. The two would often play-fight, a natural occurrence in a brotherhood where both were on the school’s wrestling team. On this occasion though, Seth noticed his younger brother flinching, with a deep intake of breath, indicating Joseph might be in pain. When Seth questioned him, Joseph was at first hesitant, explaining it away as nothing. After some prodding though, he reluctantly came out with it, and told Seth how one of his classmates, Justin Stoodley, had two of his friends hold Joseph in the washroom while he punched him in the abs several times. And that was just today. The bully had also subjected Joseph to wedgies, swirlies and kicks to the balls throughout the year, among many other bullying behaviors.
Seth was protective of his younger brother, viewing him as his protégé. It had never occurred to him that Joseph could be bullied. After all, Seth was never bullied himself. He had a reputation as an athlete; He was someone that most kids knew, even if he didn’t know them. No one messed with him. If Seth was on your bad side, you could have the whole wrestling or basketball team after you.
But for this occurrence, Seth vowed to make Justin pay on his own accord. He developed a plan, and got a description of the boy from Joseph, who remained nervous about having his older brother doing anything. He did want Justin to pay but didn’t want it to come back on their family. Seth looked for Justin during the next three days and had almost given up hope that he would see him before travelling for Spring Break. Then finally, on Friday morning, Seth found him.
Justin was smaller than expected – all the better for Seth’s plan – with messy black hair and a bit of a rounded face. He was wearing a baggy green zip up hooded shirt, with matching green sweats. “Meet me in the locker room at lunch, we need to talk” Seth said as he passed him. The kid looked confused but nodded. With Seth’s reputation, he was confident the kid would show up, and if he didn’t, he had a backup plan.
At lunch, Seth waited in the stall until he heard the kid enter fully. Then, he exited and locked the door to the room. Hearing the click of the lock, Justin turned around, concerned.
“I’m going to make this very simple,” started Seth. “You’ve been a bully to my younger brother Joe, and that’s unacceptable. If you don’t do exactly as I say, I will ask the basketball team to make your life hell for the rest of the year.”
Justin nodded, more scared inside than he was letting himself look (at least, he hoped so). He didn’t want to be on the bad side of Seth Zinck. He honestly hadn’t realized that Joseph and him were brothers, but knew that was unlikely to be an excuse Seth would accept, so he bit his tongue.
“You’re about to take off all your clothes right here, right now, and go into the girl’s locker room. There’s no one in there right now. You have to find locker #14 and jerk off in it. Then, take a picture of your cum in that locker, come back, and show me. If you do this correctly, we’re even, but you leave my brother alone. If you do anything incorrectly, you’ll have the whole West Beach basketball team on your ass.”
“Bro, please,” Justin begged. “I can’t get naked. I can’t go in that locker room. I can’t do that.”
“You have to. I already decided. Give me your clothes.” As Seth did this, he made a grab for Justin’s shirt.
Justin preferred to strip himself, and seeing no way out of this, he quickly removed his clothes. He hesitated at his boxers, but knowing he would be pulverized by the team, most of whom were seniors, he removed them and covered his junk. He unlocked the door to the locker room, peered outside quickly around the empty gym, and sprinted to the girl’s locker room which was left of the male one. Thankfully for him, he had no trouble getting in.
Seth watched as the boy ran, with his naked round ass bouncing behind him. This was too funny. He checked his phone and saw the time. It was about to get funnier.
In the girl’s locker room, Justin quickly found locker #14. The lockers were half sized, but slightly wider than typical, made to fit backpacks bulging with heavy textbooks or sports equipment. Locker #14 was a bottom locker, all the better since Justin had only recently started producing cum, and didn’t know if he’d be able to shoot into the higher locker.
The boy pumped quickly, happy at the fact that there were no girls to watch him, but aware that there would be a gym class coming after lunch. Taking a solid three minutes to ejaculate, he shot straight into the locker and coated the metal surface at the back. He raised his phone, which he’d been holding in his non-dominant hand, and opened the camera setting. Just as he snapped a picture of his mess, he heard an unspeakable sound.
The door to the locker room opened and voices filled the room.
Female voices. Justin froze. He wasn’t caught yet. It was fortunate that there was a single wall between the entrance to the locker room and the lockers. The wall was erected both for privacy, in case a boy opened the locker room door, and in order to build extra space for lockers. Still, the wall simply had to be walked around, and Justin was directly behind this wall, with the voices entering the room.
Justin took the only action he thought possible at the time. He slipped as quietly and quickly as possible into the open locker in front of him. Because of the tightness of the space, he had to crouch, and reaching back to pull the door closed was challenging. He couldn’t even get it closed all the way; It was still open a small crack. On top of all this, closing the door forced Justin further in. He felt his face and chest both press against his own warm and sticky cum.
“–can’t believe after today we won’t get to practice for a whole week!” one of the voices finished, stopping a few lockers from where Justin was hiding.
“You’re not going to practice anything on break, Carly?” another voice asked. “You’re going to be shit when you get back then.”
“Nah, it’s not like that. I’ll be fine.”
The beam of light shining into Justin’s locker was suddenly extinguished. Holding his breath so as not to be heard, he slowly turned his head and saw that someone was standing directly outside. It looked like they had, by some stroke of complete luck for Justin, chosen the locker above his.
As the girls continued to change, Justin gathered from their conversation that they were from the cheerleading team, about to have one more practice before the break. He pleaded silently the team would hurry up and leave. He didn't yet know how he'd get back to the boy's locker room through a gym of cheerleaders, but that was a problem to figure out when he was out of his current situation. He’d heard at least eight voices in the five minutes he squatted, and it seemed the girl outside his locker was named Jasmine. What was worse, she was seeming to take the longest to change, and eventually it seemed that all the girls were gathered around her locker.
“Damn!” Carly suddenly yelled from a bench behind Jasmine. Justin could hear her zipping and unzipping pockets of her bag, having already dug through it frantically. “I must have forgotten my lock!”
“It’s okay,” Jasmine reassured. “Pass me your bag.”
Justin heard rustling as Jasmine tried to fit both bags in the top locker. He took this opportunity to take a deep breath and readjust his squat, as his ankles were beginning to hurt. When he breathed in, he realized all he could smell was his own cum. It was smeared all over his cheek and lips at this point. Justin felt nauseated, but more from the current scenario than the smell.
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It – won’t – fit!” Jasmine grunted. As she tried to shove the locker closed, her legs also shoved against the bottom locker which mashed Justin’s face even harder into the metal at the back of the locker.
“Just put it in a locker without a lock,” suggested another voice. “We’ll see if anyone comes in here. No one will steal your stuff.”
"You're right." Jasmine took the suggestion and settled on locker #14, directly below hers. As she opened the door, and light flushed into the confined space, time suddenly went slowly for Justin. An eruption of screams and laughs filled the room. Staring at the cheerleaders was the backside of a boy, completely bare and squatting. His position also prominently featured his balls and deflated dick hanging down, tucked between his legs.
The boy, having sensed both the sudden rush of light, and hearing the exclamations of the girls present knew that this was the time to dash. Sadly, it was harder to get out of the locker backwards than it had been to get in frontwards, and it took about fifteen seconds of wiggling to do so, meaning continued humiliation for Justin. During this time, the boy realized his butt was ever more exposed, and at one point, even spread, much to the girls’ enjoyment. One girl even reached out boldly, giving it a swift slap as Justin finally found his footing. Renewed laughter filled the room as he ran, his own cum glistening across his face and chest.
When finally back in the boy’s locker room, Seth could tell that Justin was mortified. Regardless, he showed Seth the photo to prove he’d completed the deed, and Seth returned his clothes as promised. “Don’t ever touch my brother again, and don’t tell anyone I was involved in this whatsoever. If anyone asks, you chose to do it all yourself. If I hear otherwise, I promise that worse things will happen.”
Justin dressed, but he silently committed to get revenge. How he would humiliate the jock, he didn’t yet know, but he did know he wasn’t a pushover. Reputation or not, Seth would go down, and Justin would make sure he was the one to cause it.
Part 6 - The Workout
