“Look… Look at the way they’re looking at each other… They’re going to kiss…”
“Look…” I said to my fellow classmates, “…Look, they’re going to kiss…”
“Please,” said Ben. “We’ve said we’re sorry.”
“And I appreciate it. Now kiss.” I raised the gun up to his face. “I won’t be asking again…”
Ben and Daniel looked at each other. A slight pause as they both processed what they were going to have to do.
“Wait!” I suddenly yelled. They pulled away from each other. “Wait…” There was relief on their faces. I took up a mobile phone, from the table on the teacher’s table, and loaded up the camera. “Okay, now you can kiss.” They knew I wasn’t joking. “And… Action…”
There was a long pause as they just looked at each other. They turned to the camera. Off shot I waved the gun in the air. They looked back to one another. They knew what they had to do. The funny thing is, though, they don’t know the half of what they have to do. Today, they are my performing monkeys and I’m going to make the most of it.
“Kiss him, faggot,” I hissed.
Mrs Jones shifted uneasily in her chair. Probably remembering her little show and tell for the class. I shot her a glance to keep her quiet. By the time I looked back to Ben and Daniel they were standing nose to nose. Be interesting to see who makes the first move. My money is on Ben. ‘Bender Ben’ has a certain ring to it. Daniel leaned forward and kissed Ben on the mouth. I’m glad I didn’t put any real money on it. They stopped and turned to me. I hadn’t moved. I was still pointing the camera at them. That wasn’t a kiss. Not a proper one. Not like lovers. I peered out from behind the phone’s screen and gave them a stern look… A stern look they both understood. They turned back to each other. This time it was Ben to make the move. He stepped forward and tilted his head to the side with his mouth slightly opened. Daniel moved closer too, his mouth also open slightly. Soon their lips were interlocked in a passionate embrace. I could be wrong but… They look as though they’re enjoying it. Certainly making for interesting footage. Wonder what the rest of the school will think of it when I email it to the same people Piers emailed when he made his little video?
8
“Let’s go,” I said to David. I did my best to ignore the comments from Ben and Daniel; did my best to rise above it but they were starting to annoy me and I knew David would have been feeling the same.
“Aw, where are you going?” Daniel asked.
“Toilets, I expect,” said Ben. “Probably want to have a little sausage for their pudding.” They laughed. Other people, who were sat around them listening, also laughed. Very funny.
Ben and Daniel pulled away from their kiss. A little string of saliva was the last to snap away from their embrace.
“So how was that?” I asked. “I have to say, and I’m sure I’m not alone in saying this, it looked as though you both enjoyed it. Did you?” They didn’t answer. First time ever they’ve both been silenced. Should have done this ages ago. “Remove your trousers.” They both looked startled. No doubt they had hoped I was going to let them sit back down. They’re wrong. I’m not done with them. I’m a way off being done. Daniel undid his trousers and dropped them to the floor. “Well, looks as though your efforts weren’t up to his standard,” I said to Ben. Ben didn’t budge. “Your turn.” Again, he didn’t move. “Help him, Dan… You’re his friend, aren’t you? You’d hate for him to be hurt, right?”
Daniel turned to Ben, “Please… Just do as he says… Don’t make me…”
Ben reluctantly lowered his trousers and I couldn’t help but laugh when I noticed he was hard. “I guess Dan’s the better kisser, huh?” Ben went bright red, as did Daniel. We’re still not done yet, though. “I bet you could murder a little sausage right about now, huh? Some nice pudding…”
I stepped forward and pulled Ben’s shorts down. His erection popped up, standing to attention for the whole class to see and be disgusted by. I don’t want to look too closely but I bet it’s covered in pre-cum.
“You talk about it all the time,” I said to Daniel, “because I reckon it’s what you want… YOU want to have a little sausage for pudding…”
“What? No. No…”
“I think you protest too much. Here’s your chance… Put him in your mouth.”
“Please, no… I’m not gay.”
“Me neither but you two insisted on saying I was just because I was friends with someone who happened to choose that particular path in life. And that wasn’t the worst that you said, let us not forget that… Now, put him in your fucking mouth and keep him there…” Daniel didn’t move. I stormed over to him and swung the gun down to his knee-cap, catching him on the side. He let out a squeal and dropped to his knees. “I said, put him in your fucking mouth…”
“Just do it,” said Ben.
“See, he’s begging for it. He wants you to… This little faggot here… Put him in your mouth.”
Someone fidgeted in their seat behind me so I swung around with the gun and aimed it at them. They froze. I turned back to Daniel and pressed the gun against his temple.
“The lesson is almost over. You can nearly walk away from this… If you don’t do this… If you refuse… You won’t walk away.”
Slowly he edged closer and closer to Ben’s penis. He opened his mouth and let the shaft slide to the back of his throat. Ben moaned. Not sure if that was a groan of pleasure or one born from being uncomfortable.
“Doesn’t that taste good?” I asked. “Now move back and forwards… You’ve seen how the ladies do it in the movies you have undoubtedly watched… Do it. Do it.”
Daniel started to move back and forwards, just as I had told him to, and Ben’s moans became more frequent. Every time Ben’s penis hit the back of Daniel’s mouth, Daniel couldn’t help but gag.
“You like that?” I asked Ben. His eyes were shut. I’m not sure if he was picturing Daniel sucking him off or picturing, perhaps, Rebecca or Mrs Price. Either way, this wasn’t for him to be enjoying. With no warning, I turned to Daniel and kicked up, as hard as I could, between his legs. The sudden rush of pain caused his mouth to clamp shut… I was surprised at how far the blood spurted, from Ben, when Daniel moved away. Both of them dropped to the floor in agony.
“Who’s next?” I asked the class.
John, one of the quieter members of the group, jumped up and made a dash for the door. I was unsure of his intentions. Maybe he wanted to get help for Ben. Maybe he wanted to escape his own lesson. Either way… Silly move considering I wasn’t exactly so far away I wouldn’t get to the door first. I thrust the gun in his face.
“Sit the fuck down.”
I’m still amazed at how easy it is to control a small group with one handgun. Surely they must realise I don’t have enough bullets for all of them? I guess none of them are willing to sacrifice themselves in order to save their friends. The cowards. All they need to do is rush me. I probably wouldn’t even be able to empty the entire clip. It is, indeed, a selfish world we live in.
“I hate this place!” David exclaimed when we were away from Ben and Daniel’s earshot. “There are all these anti-bullying posters around making it look as though the school actually gives a damn but they don’t. They don’t give a flying fuck about their pupils getting bullied.” I didn’t say anything. I just let him have his little rant. “I’ve been to the teachers before but they don’t care. They don’t want to know. If they do say anything to the people involved… It’s half-hearted. It’s not meant and certainly isn’t enough to deter them. It makes me sick. Just shows you really are alone.” He started to cry. Should I put my arm around him? Not sure. Would he get the wrong idea? “All that talk about sticks and stones breaking bones but words never hurting… Broken bones heal. Bruises heal. Harsh words can have a long, lasting effect.” I couldn’t argue with him. He had a point. He looked to me, “You’re not doing a very good job of making me feel any better.”