Devyn’s Struggle II
Published: 16 Dec 2024
Devyn was glad that it was a short school day. He had been on the phone until late with Brent and then could not sleep. He had tossed and turned thinking about the two boys. He felt guilty for having had that last kiss with Brent. He had then ended up out there in the loft of the old carriage shed with Charlie. Devyn did not regret what he and Charlie had done. It felt so right at the moment. It always felt right when he was with Charlie. It also felt sort of right when he was with Brent. There was a strong connection to Brent but was that due to their feelings for each other or just due to their history? Devyn was not sure.
Devyn stopped at his locker. He was running late because he had been helping Mr. Hanks with a FFA project. He stopped at his locker to grab a couple of books and then he was going to have to run to get his bus. When Devyn opened the door, a piece of paper fluttered out. He grabbed for it but missed. He bent down and retrieved it from the floor. The paper was folded over and he opened it. It only had a few words written on it. “We need to talk before the dance. Meet me at the south-end janitor’s room.” Mindy signed it. Devyn wondered what she wanted to talk to him about. Devyn glanced at the clock on the wall. It looked like he had a little more time than he thought. If he hurried he could see what Mindy wanted and then get to his bus. Devyn grabbed his books and closed his locker. He hurried towards the janitor’s room. He could not help but wonder how many times Mindy had met a boy in that room. He hoped Dale would not know about this. The guy already hated Devyn. Devyn secretly meeting his girlfriend would not help that.
Devyn turned the corner and headed towards the janitor’s storeroom. It was at the end of the hall. The only things along here were the janitor’s room, the teachers’ lounge, and a couple of other offices.
Devyn reached the room and grabbed the knob. He pushed open the door and stepped into the room. He was surprised when it was not Mindy but Dale standing there inside the room. “Not who you were expecting, am I?”
Devyn started to back out of the room. Had Dale put the note in Devyn’s locker? Devyn was sure it had been a girl’s handwriting. Had Mindy written the note for Dale to slip into his locker?
“Oh, don’t go yet,” Dale said. “We’ve got to talk.”
“Look, I don’t know what is going on but…” Devyn’s words were cut off as he was forcibly hit from behind. He stumbled but managed to stay on his feet. He spun around facing Ted.
“You ain’t going anywhere,” Ted said.
Devyn backed up a little more. The room was small, and it was not going to give him much room to maneuver. Plus, there was a lot of junk in there that was just waiting to trip someone up. Devyn just hoped it would be Dale or Ted.
“The girls all think he’s so hot,” Dale said. “I just don’t see it.”
“Yeah, just how did he get a date with the hottest girl in school,” Ted said. “When I asked her to homecoming, she shot me down.”
So, Ted had asked Julie to homecoming. Devyn was glad she had told him no. She was too good for a dick head like Ted.
“So, what is it about this fucking fairy that has all the chicks drooling?” Dale asked Ted.
Ted shrugged his shoulders. “I think it’s because they know they’re safe with him. Since he’s a fag, they don’t have to worry about him bedding them.”
“Well, he’s bedded my girl,” Dale said. There was no hiding the anger in the senior’s voice. “Somehow he’s convinced her that he’s good in bed.”
Devyn honestly regretted having gone to bed with Mindy. Mindy deserved better than him just using her as a front. He had only been trying to fit in as one of the straight guys. How stupid he had been to not just be himself. Maybe if he had never had sex with Mindy, then Mindy would not have known just how bad in bed Dale was. “Look, I’ve got to get to my bus.” Devyn moved towards the door.
“Oh, you aren’t going anywhere,” Dale said.
“That’s right.” Ted moved and blocked the door.
Devyn knew it was not going to be as easy as him just walking out of the room. He also believed he’d have no trouble taking these guys one at a time. He thought he might even be able to manage them both. That was if he had a little more room to maneuver.
“We’re actually going to do you a favor,” Dale said. “We’re going to make you look real pretty for your big night.”
Devyn had no warning before Ted lunged at him. Devyn spun out of the way but bumped into the metal shelving that was along one wall. He blocked the blow that Ted threw and struck out with one of his own. He heard the loud grunt from Ted as his fist contacted Ted’s face.
“Fucking faggot!”
Devyn backed towards the door. He could just get out of here and maybe make it to his bus. If he had missed his bus, then he’d have to find a ride home with someone. The room was too small for both Ted and Dale to charge him at the same time. That worked in Devyn’s favor.
When Dale came for Devyn, he used his foot and caught Dale in the stomach. The boy fell back and actually tangled up with Ted. How the two did not both go down was beyond Devyn’s understanding.
With the two seniors tangled up together, Devyn spun and headed for the door. Devyn was halfway through the doorway when a sucker punch came in from the side. The blow snapped Devyn’s head around and he stumbled backwards into the room. Devyn had not even seen the other person. Had they been waiting in the hall?
“What the fuck? You two pussies can’t take care of one little faggot?”
Devyn stumbled but caught himself on the metal shelf that ran along the wall. Charlie’s brother Howard stood in the doorway. Now Devyn was trapped between Howard and the other two boys.
“We were handling him,” Dale said. Dale and Ted had righted themselves now.
“Yeah, we were just about ready to give him his makeover,” Ted said.
“He’s going to look really pretty when we are done with his hair,” Dale said and moved towards Devyn with a pair of scissors in his hand.
Devyn turned to face Dale. He waited until the other boy was close enough and struck out. He knocked the scissors from Dale’s grip.
“Fucking dick!” Dale yelled, “I think he broke my hand.”
“You’re a bigger pussy than he is,” Howard sneered.
Devyn turned to face Howard. He knew he needed to get past the other boy to get into the hall. If he was out there, then he would have more room to maneuver, and could just get away from them. “Look, just let me pass and…”
“And what?” Howard asked. “You won’t go tell your mommy…oh wait you don’t have a mommy…or at least not one that gives a fuck about you.”
The truth of Howard’s words hit a little too close to home for Devyn. It brought about that pain of Judy turning her back on him at the police station. How did Howard know about that? Had Charlie told him? Devyn knew Joe would not have said anything to anyone. Devyn charged at Howard. He was ready to just knock the large boy on his ass.
Although Howard had been braced for Devyn to try and get past him, the force of Devyn’s charge pushed Howard back and almost knocked the larger boy off his feet. “Son-Of-A-Bitch!”
Devyn threw a punch into Howard’s midsection. He was rewarded with a grunt of pain. Devyn landed another blow before Ted caught Devyn’s arms. Ted painfully wrenched Devyn backwards and away from Howard.
“This fucking pussy is strong!” It was taking all of Ted’s strength to hold the struggling teenager.
“You should have listened to me and just fucking left town when you had the chance,” Howard said. “Now we’re going to teach you who’s boss,” Howard said before the blow landed on Devyn. There was a second blow to Devyn’s kidney and the teen thought he was going to piss himself from the pain. With both Howard and Dale holding him, he was quickly forced to his knees on the dirty floor of the janitor’s room.
“Down on your knees faggot,” Howard said. “That’s where you belong.
“You should have gone back to the filthy hole you crawled out of,” Ted said.
Devyn kept struggling but the more he did, the more it felt like his arms were going to be pulled right out of their sockets. He should have been better able to manage them. He had slacked off on training over the past several weeks. There had just not been time.
“Now little bitch,” Dale had moved up in front of Devyn.
Devyn looked up at the anger on Dale’s face. The boy had retrieved the scissors from wherever they had landed. “This is for almost breaking my hand.”
Before Devyn could do anything, Dale’s foot connected between his legs. The pain that shot from his groin was intense. Devyn would have collapsed forward but the two boys holding him held him in place. For one moment, Devyn thought he was going to vomit. He would have liked puking all over Dale.
“Now it’s time to make you pretty for your date tonight,” Dale said. He grabbed a handful of Devyn’s hair and started cutting.
“I wouldn’t struggle,” Howard said. He jerked Devyn’s arm painfully. “You wouldn’t want Dale to cut off something besides your hair.”
To Devyn, it felt as though Dale was pulling his hair out rather than cutting it. Devyn watched as the brown locks of his hair dropped to the dirty floor. Tears burned the backs of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He was not sure if it was from the pain or the humiliation of being forced on his knees like this. It was not the first time he had been forced down like this but at that time it had not involved a haircut.
Devyn’s eyes were closed as he relaxed in the hot water. Prince Ahmad had gone to take a call with his future wife and Devyn was soaking in the hot water of the Prince’s outdoor hot tub. It felt good for the teenager to just sit there and relax.
Devyn wished he had nothing better to do than to soak in the rays of the sun and let the hot water ease his tense muscles. He was sometimes amazed at how much wealth some people had. The prince could afford this extravagant mansion and people like Paul Fairbanks had an entire lavish estate to spend their days. Then someone like Devyn had nothing to his name. He only had what Tom allowed him to have and that was not much. How he wished he could have the life of one of these men where all he had to do was relax and have crazy sex with hot guys.
Devyn felt a shadow fall across his face. It pulled him out of his thoughts, and he opened his eyes to see the prince’s servant, Ghulam, standing next to the tub. “Are you enjoying yourself?”
“Um, Yes,” Devyn answered. There was something about this guy that made Devyn feel a little uneasy.
Ghulam stepped back from the tub. “It is time for you to get out.” The words were an order and not a request.
“Um…sure but…”
Now,” Ghulam ordered.
Devyn hesitated. He was still naked under the water. The man had to know that. He had to know what Devyn and Prince Ahmad had been doing in the hot tub. Devyn slowly stood. The water cascaded down his body. He moved to the edge and climbed out of the tub. Water dripped down his tan skin to the tiled patio.
“Dry yourself,” Ghulam instructed.
Devyn grabbed one of the white fluffy towels and proceeded to dry off. He felt odd being naked with Ghulam watching him and the man being fully dressed.
After drying himself, Devyn moved towards his clothes. He thought he should get dressed. Maybe the Prince would not need more of his services this afternoon.
“You do not need your clothes,” Ghulam said. “Come with me.”
Devyn turned and followed the man into the house. The air was cold compared to that outside. Devyn felt goosebumps pop out due to the change in temperature. At least he hoped it was only due to the temperature change.
“This way,” Ghulam said.
Devyn turned following the man down the hallway. The marble tiles were cold against his bare feet. Devyn wondered if there were other staff in the home. Would they be surprised by the man leading the naked teenager around the house?
Ghulam stopped before the door and pulled it open. “Go on down,” he said.
Devyn felt even more uneasy. Did he have a choice? He knew he did not. Where would he go? Would they even let him go?
“Go on,” Ghulam said.
Devyn moved towards the stairs and started down. There were no lights on at the bottom of the stairs. It felt as though he was descending into a dark cave. The air felt even cooler down here than it had upstairs. He wished he had pulled on some clothes.
Devyn stopped at the bottom of the stairs. He was not sure which way he should go. There was a wall in front of him. He could make that out of the light at the top of the stairs. To the left and to the right was just inky blackness.
“This way,” Ghulam said, when he joined Devyn at the bottom of the stairs.
Devyn turned to the left with the man. When they stepped into the darkness, a light went on above Devyn’s head. Ghulam stopped and turned towards Devyn. “His Highness believes you are a very attractive boy.” Ghulam’s eyes slid over Devyn’s naked body. He took in the smooth skin, the all-over tan, and the hairless crotch of the youth.
Devyn was not sure what to say to that comment. He was glad that Prince Ahmad found him attractive. He wondered if Ghulam also found him attractive.
“Your skin is very smooth.” Ghulam stepped closer and ran his hand over Devyn’s smooth chest. His fingers teased one of Devyn’s nipples before sliding down Devyn’s flat stomach and to Devyn’s hairless crotch. “So smooth.”
“I…um…hope that means you like it.” Devyn’s eyes met Ghulam’s dark eyes. Devyn tried to smile to show he liked the man’s touch on his smooth crotch.
Ghulam cupped Devyn’s smooth balls in his hand. He held the two orbs and narrowed his eyes as they met Devyn’s. He then squeezed Devyn’s sensitive orbs hard. “How dare you act as though you are equal to my station.”
Devyn cried out in pain as his testicles were punished by the man’s painful grip. “I…I…didn’t mean…”
“Do you know what you are? Do you have any idea?” Ghulam squeezed Devyn a bit harder.
“I…um…no.” Devyn winced in new pain. “Please…”
“On your knees.” Ghulam released Devyn’s balls so the teenager could drop to his knees.
Devyn did as he was ordered. He was glad to have the man’s hand no longer punishing his sensitive orbs.
Devyn looked up from his place on his knees before the man. He was still not entirely sure what he had done wrong. The tile floor of the basement room was cold against Devyn’s bare skin.
“You stupid American. You think you are special. You are less than dirt. You are here for one reason and that is to pleasure my Prince. If he did not want you so badly, I’d cut you down where you are.”
Devyn felt a shiver run up his spine. He believed the man meant every word. He believed that if he had not performed well for the prince this man might carry through with the threat. What had Tom gotten him into this time?
Ghulam grabbed a handful of Devyn’s thick brown hair. He pulled it and forced the teenager’s head back. “You should never meet the eyes of your betters. You should never think you are anything. You are nothing.”
Devyn listened and tried not to let the tears that were burning in his eyes fall. He listened as Ghulam called him names that were not English. Devyn assumed they were derogatory words for him. Probably like fag or whore.
“Do you understand me?” Ghulam still had a handful of Devyn’s hair and was forcing the teenager’s head back.
Devyn could not nod. He forced back the lump in his throat. “Yes, yes I understand.” Devyn felt a little relief when Ghulam released his hair. It was short lived though. The man backhanded Devyn across the face. There was no warning.
Devyn was not prepared and the blow knocked him to the cold floor. Ghulam used that term again. It sounded like ‘mongrel,’ but Devyn was fairly sure that was not what the man had actually said.
“You never meet the eyes of one with royal blood,” Ghulam said. “You never think you are as good as those of the blood.”
Devyn had started to look back up at the man and quickly averted his eyes. He did not want another blow like the one he had just received. His ears were still ringing with the force of it. He was sure he was going to be bruised.
“Back on your knees,” he said.
Devyn got back to his knees and kept his eyes down.
“Much better.” Ghulam lightly stroked Devyn’s hair. “That’s a better boy. I think you might be able to be trained.”
The way Ghulam touched him and talked to him, made Devyn feel like he was more some kind of pet than a person. Maybe in this man’s eyes, what Devyn did made him less than human to Ghulam.
“That’s a compliment,” he said.
“Ur, thank you …um…Sir.” Devyn was not sure what the proper type of address was for this man. He knew it could not be Highness as that had to be reserved for Prince Ahmad.
“Yes, once you understand your position, I think you could be a good obedient source of pleasure for his highness and maybe for me.” Ghulam used the back of his hand to caress Devyn’s smooth cheek. “Your skin. It is so soft. I noticed that when I touched you before.”
Devyn was not sure if the man was referring to touching his chest, stomach, crotch, or maybe his balls. They were all as smooth as his cheek. Tom made sure Devyn stayed smooth to keep men like Judge Green happy. Devyn sometimes wondered if he’d ever grow hair around his cock or on his balls. Tom kept putting some sort of cream on both areas to keep them smooth.
“Stand up,” Ghulam ordered.
Devyn slowly got to his feet. He made sure to keep his eyes down. He did not want to do something to anger this man.
Ghulam once again ran his hand over Devyn’s chest and then down to his stomach and crotch. He did not touch Devyn’s cock but once again took Devyn’s testicles into the palm of his hand. “They are so smooth. Feels…like a young boy’s but they are too large for you to be too young.”
Devyn remained quiet. He did not know how old Tom had told these men he was. Tom often lied about Devyn’s age. He did look younger than he was, but he had been told that his teenage equipment was larger than they expected.
“Did you like what you did with Prince Ahmad?”
“Yes, Sir,” Devyn answered. He was still hoping that Sir was correct to show respect to this man.
“Do you know how lucky you are to be one of the few who will ever receive the seed of the Prince?”
“It…It’s a great honor.”
“Yes, yes, it is. You are going to be a lucky boy. You will get to receive the Prince again. He wants to give you more of his royal seed.”
“I…um…would be honored.” Devyn was not sure if a response had been needed but he felt as though Ghulam was waiting for one.
“As you should be,” Ghulam said. “Now turn around and bend forward for me.”
Devyn did as he was instructed. He could feel the man looking him over. He felt like he was a prize pony that the man was considering buying. He knew he was just a thing to this man. Maybe he was a little more to Prince Ahmad. Maybe…
“So smooth and soft here too.” Ghulam’s hand glided over Devyn’s back and down to Devyn’s firm ass.
Devyn felt the man’s hand gliding across his skin. He felt the man’s hand on his ass and then he felt the sting when the man slapped him hard. There was another slap and then another. They stung but Devyn knew that he should not protest.
“Show me. Show me that you are ready for His Highness.”
Devyn bent a little more and parted his cheeks. He hoped that was what the man had wanted to see. Was he checking him out for cleanliness?
“Face me,” he ordered.
Devyn turned around. He did not look at Ghulam’s face. He kept his eyes down.
“Back on your knees.”
Devyn did as he had been instructed. He heard the man’s zipper and then saw the pants drop to the floor. “Take them off me.”
Devyn helped the man remove his shoes and then he pulled the man’s pants off. He put them aside and waited.
“You are definitely an obedient mongrel.” He grabbed a handful of Devyn’s hair and pulled the teenager’s head back. “You are going to do for me what you did for His Highness.”
Devyn would have nodded but the man was holding him too tight. He had guessed that the man was going to want to be sucked off.
“Go on, show me how good you are.”
After Ghulam released Devyn’s hair, Devyn moved closer to the man. He reached for the man’s ample basket and lightly caressed the semi-erect cock through the man’s underwear.
“You like that, don’t you? You want to put it in your mouth?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Take them off,” he said.
Devyn lowered the underwear and the man’s ample cock spring free. It was not yet fully hard, but it was already thick.
Devyn guided the underwear down the man’s legs and helped the man step out of them. Devyn put them aside. He ran his hands up the man’s hairy legs toward the man’s crotch. The cock was growing harder as Devyn watched.
“You want it, don’t you?”
Devyn knew there was only one possible answer to that question. “Yes, Sir.”
Devyn’s hands glided up the brown skin of the man’s hairy legs. The hairs were coarse against Devyn’s palms. Devyn took the man’s growing cock into his fist and pumped on it a few times. Then he brought the dark head to his lips.
Ghulam watched, almost mesmerized, as his thick meat touched Devyn’s lips. He watched as the lips parted and his cock slowly disappeared into the teenager’s cock sucking mouth.
The moan of pleasure told Devyn that the man was enjoying what he had done so far. Devyn’s lips slid across the sensitive head of Ghulam’s cock. He took the man into his mouth. He could taste the bitter taste of the man’s pre-cum. The slippery substance had coated the head of Ghulam’s cock.
Devyn swirled his tongue around the head and could feel the cock giving up more of Ghulam’s pre-cum. Devyn wondered if the man’s load would be more bitter than the pre-cum.
“Oh, you are a good…” Devyn did not recognize the word but guessed that it meant cock sucker.
Ghulam tangled his fingers in the silky brown locks of Devyn’s hair. He then held Devyn’s head as his hips began to thrust. He forced the full length of his thick cock into Devyn’s mouth and down into Devyn’s throat.
Devyn choked on the thick cock that was stretching his throat. He was unable to breathe. He could feel the wiry texture of the man’s thick dark pubic hair against his nose.
Ghulam pulled back and his cock slipped from between Devyn’s lips. “Oh, so good. Such a good boy.”
Devyn took deep breaths of air. He wondered just how much longer Ghulam might have held his cock down Devyn’s throat. Would he have pulled out if Devyn blacked out? Devyn did not know but doubted that Ghulam would care about what would happen to Devyn.
Ghulam grasped his thick meat. He placed the dark head back at Devyn’s lips. Pre-cum was leaking from the piss slit. “Lick it up. I know you want it.”
Devyn ran his tongue across the dark skin of the cock. He swallowed the pre-cum. The taste was very bitter on Devyn’s tongue.
“His Highness was correct,” Ghulam said. “You are particularly good at this. Now open up.”
Ghulam’s cock was at Devyn’s lips. He opened his mouth, and the man shoved the cock forward. Devyn had little time to prepare for the cock before it was shoved down his throat. He fought down the gag reflex. He was a little better this time at not choking on the thick meat.
“Oh yes, oh yes!” Ghulam reveled in the pleasure of Devyn’s mouth. He gripped Devyn’s head with both hands and began thrusting. His cock slipped back until just the head was between Devyn’s lips and then thrust forward to drive the length back into Devyn’s throat. His large balls slapped against Devyn’s chin as the man thrust faster and faster at Devyn’s wet mouth.
Devyn took in big breaths of air when he could. He was not sure how long he would be able to stand having his throat abused by the thick meat.
“Yes, yes!” Ghulam’s voice was getting louder as the man’s thrusts grew faster.
Devyn’s hands were on the brown skin of the man’s hairy legs. He could feel the hairy nut sack against his chin when Ghulam would force the cock all the way into Devyn’s mouth.
Ghulam felt the sensation building. He felt his body stiffening. He felt the wave of pleasure building until it broke and swept through him. His cry of pleasure was loud in the basement room.
Devyn felt the man’s orgasm approaching. He felt the man’s cock swell and the hairy nuts pulling up. The man’s grip on Devyn’s head tightened as he started to climax. Ghulam shoved his cock all the way down Devyn’s throat and held the teenager in place as he shot jet after jet of seed into Devyn.
Devyn could not breathe. He tried pushing the man back, but he could not budge him. He could feel his vision growing dim. He could feel his mind not wanting to work correctly. Dark spots danced across his vision. He was losing consciousness. He might die there on his knees on the cold tile floor with the man’s cock squirting his load into Devyn.
A wave of pain forced the old memories back into the depths of Devyn’s mind. Despite not wanting to let them know how badly he hurt, Devyn cried out with pain. He thought they were going to dislocate his shoulder. He knew how badly that hurt when it had been done last spring during the fight with Tom.
“Yeah, you like that don’t you,” Howard said. He twisted Devyn’s arm again. “I can’t wait to see you cry like the little pussy you are.”
Devyn vowed to disappoint Howard. He would not cry but he could not stop the cry when Ted twisted his other arm.
“What is going on down here?” The female voice was sharp and caused Dale and Ted to freeze.
“Fuck,” Dale breathed. He tossed away the scissors.
“Go distract her,” Howard ordered.
Dale hurried from the room. Devyn started struggling again. He started to call out but when he did Howard forced a dirty rag into his open mouth. “You just keep quiet. We know you like having a mouthful.”
Devyn’s voice was muffled but he tried to get the person’s attention. He pushed and struggled. He winced in pain as his shoulder was wrenched. He threw all of his weight at Ted. It was enough to knock Ted off his balance and loosen his grip on Devyn’s arm.
Devyn pulled free from Ted’s grasp. He did not hesitate. He rounded on Howard and landed a solid punch to the other boy’s chin. Howard’s head snapped back, and he released his grip on Devyn’s other arm.
Devyn spun and landed another punch. Then he turned his fury on Ted. He landed several blows to the larger boy’s face. Blood was streaming from a split lip. Devyn wrenched the dirty rag from his mouth and tossed it to the floor.
Devyn turned again and landed another punch to Howard’s face. “Motherfucker!” Devyn then backed out of the room. He never turned his back on Howard or Ted until he was out of the room. Once in the hall he turned around and found himself face to face with Mrs. Jones.
Devyn had wanted to kick Dale’s ass but seeing Mrs. Jones froze him in his tracks.
“What is going on here?” Her voice was low and there was no doubt that she expected an answer. Her eyes moved from Devyn to Dale and then to Ted, who had just stepped into the hall from the storeroom. He used the back of his hand to wipe blood from his chin.
Devyn started to talk but Ted and Dale talked over him.
“He’s crazy. We found him like this. He was going nuts on his hair,” Ted said.
“I took the scissors away from him and tossed them away,” Dale said.
“That’s all bullshit!” Devyn was clenching both hands into fists. “They jumped me.”
“No, we didn’t. We were just leaving and passed by here,” Ted said.
“Yeah,” Dale joined in. “We heard a noise and looked in. He was there just going crazy. He knocked over that stuff and started cutting his hair.”
“That’s right,” Ted concurred. “He came at us with the scissors. We thought he was going to hurt us or himself.”
“They’re fucking lying!”
“Watch the language,” Mrs. Jones said. She then looked at Ted and Dale. “You do not expect me to believe that malarkey, do you?”
“It’s what happened,” Dale said.
“You have to believe us,” Ted said.
Devyn could see in Mrs. Jones’ eyes that she did not believe the crazy story that Ted and Dale had made up. He might get into trouble fighting and cursing but he believed she would be more willing to believe his version of events. “Look, I got a note to meet…someone…” Devyn did not want to throw Mindy’s name into the mess. He was not sure just how involved in this mess she was. “I stepped into the room, and they jumped me. We…um…struggled a bit and then they got me down. Two of them held me while he,” Devyn indicated Dale, “butchered my hair.”
“Why would they do that?” Tanner’s voice cut across them and it made all of them jump a bit. He had just appeared there without anyone hearing him. He must have stepped out of one of the offices along the hall. Devyn did kind of remember that one of them connected to the head office.
“We wouldn’t Mr. Tanner,” Dale said.
“He was just going crazy in there,” Ted said.
The smile on both of their faces made Devyn’s stomach sink. He knew with Tanner involved that this was not going to go well for him.
“I asked you a question, Mr. Roberts. Why would they do any of this?” Tanner was looking at Devyn and the man seemed to have a malicious glint in his eyes.
“They’ve been giving me crap since the start of the year,” Devyn said.
“I’ve caught you fighting several times with both of these boys. Each time it has appeared that you were the one picking the fight.”
“You know that isn’t true. Why would I pick a fight with the three of them?”
“Well, that there is the big hole in your story,” Tanner said. “There are only two of them here.”
Devyn looked and saw that Howard had not left the room yet. “Howard must still be in there.” Devyn gestured to the storeroom.
“Howard? Do you mean Howard Atwood? He doesn’t even go to this school. He’s graduated.” Tanner took a few steps to look into the room.
“Well, he helped them and he’s in there.”
Tanner peered into the room and looked around. He then reached and flipped off the light. He pulled the door closed and turned back. “There is no one else in that room.”
“He’s in there!” Devyn took a step towards the storeroom and Tanner.
“Watch your tone, Mr. Roberts,” Tanner said.
Devyn tried to rain in his temper. He did not understand where Howard had gone. He did not see how the man could slip past them without him or Mrs. Jones seeing him. Devyn turned towards Mrs. Jones. “He was there.”
“I only saw the three of you,” she stated. “I find it hard to believe that you would make this mess of your hair when you have an important event tonight.”
“You can go, Mrs. Jones,” Tanner said. “I know you need to prepare for tonight’s festivities. I can manage this. Mr. Roberts here will be spending more time with me in detention. I think he will also need to be banned from tonight’s dance.”
Devyn spun back towards Tanner. “You can’t do that!” Devyn had not really wanted to go to the dance. He was doing it more for a favor for Julie than for any desire to go.
“Oh, I most certainly can,” Tanner stated.
“Will you be banning these other boys from going as well?” Mrs. Jones asked. She had not left as Tanner had instructed.
“We didn’t do anything,” Ted said.
“We were trying to help,” Dale said.
“I’m sure they are innocent in this,” Tanner said.
“That’s bull shit!” Devyn could not stop himself from protesting. How would he explain to Julie that he would not be able to escort her to the dance?
“I’ll just add another detention for that foul mouth of yours,” Tanner said.
Devyn wanted to wipe the smug smile from the man’s craggy face. He wanted to punch him, but he held back. He knew that he would only give Tanner what he wanted.
“Now you had better all get home. I’ll see you Monday to start your new detentions.”
Devyn started towards the storeroom. He needed to retrieve the books he had dropped when Dale and Ted attacked him.
“Just where do you think you are going?” Tanner asked. He forcefully planted his hand on Devyn’s chest stopping the boy from moving any closer to the storeroom.
“My books are in there,” Devyn said.
“I saw no books in there,” Tanner said.
“I dropped them when…when they attacked me,” Devyn stated. He indicated Dale and Ted.
“Well, we know that did not happen,” Tanner said. “Now you had better get going before I add another detention to the growing list.”
The smug smile on his face caused Devyn’s temper to flair up even more. He could not stop himself. He curled his fingers into a fist. He wanted to punch the homophobic dick head.
“I’ll walk you out,” Mrs. Jones said. She placed a hand on Devyn’s shoulder and pulled him around.
Devyn considered for a second pulling out of her grasp. The glint in Tanner’s eye and the knowing twist to the man’s lips told Devyn that the man wanted to provoke him. He wanted to make Devyn do more. If Devyn hit Tanner, Devyn knew inside that the man would have him arrested. He would make sure he went to jail and would probably use that as a reason to have Travis removed from Joe’s custody.
Devyn turned away from Tanner and went with Mrs. Jones. He turned the corner back into the main hall and let the breath he had not known he was holding out.
“You need to try and rain in that temper,” Mrs. Jones stated.
“He was purposely trying to provoke me,” Devyn said. “You know that.”
Mrs. Jones nodded. “I do. Things are getting more out of control.”
Devyn stopped at the main doors. He turned towards Mrs. Jones. “My books are in that storeroom. Howard was also in there.”
“I never saw Howard,” she said. “But I believe you. You know when Howard was going to school, Mr. Tanner was his coach. They were…well…very tight.”
“They both seem to have the same issue with me,” Devyn said. It seemed that the homophobia that Tanner had passed on to his players. At least the current coach seemed to not have those same issues. It seemed the only ones on the team that were truly pricks were Ted and Dale. They were both friends with Howard so maybe that was the reason.
“I’ve got to get to the gym to oversee the homecoming committee,” Mrs. Jones said. “I am sorry about tonight. I know Julie was looking forward to the dance.
“Yeah, I know.” Devyn felt bad that he was going to be letting Julie down. He watched Mrs. Jones walking towards the gym. He was not exactly sure what he was going to do now. He stepped outside and let out another long breath. He tried to push the anger he was feeling out with the air. It was just not as easy to let go of the hatred he felt for Tanner, Ted, and Dale. Especially the anger at Charlie’s brother, Howard. Devyn felt that it was Howard’s bigotry that was forcing Charlie to hide. Would Charlie ever be able to be out? With Howard around, Devyn thought not.
Devyn started across the school parking lot. He should have asked Mrs. Jones for her phone. He could have called Joe then to come and pick him up. Devyn started towards the gym. He could see if someone there had a phone he could use.
“Just where do you think you are going?” Tanner asked. The man had just stepped out of the door.
Devyn did not answer. He just kept walking towards the gym. He knew it was better if he did not stop to talk to Tanner. He would end up making his situation worse.
Tanner’s hand closed on Devyn’s shoulder. The large man squeezed hard and spun Devyn around. The man’s fingers dug into Devyn’s flesh. “I asked you a question. I expect an answer.” Tanner’s fingers dug harder into Devyn’s flesh.
Devyn winced in pain, but he refused to let it show. “I was going to see Mrs. Jones,” Devyn said through clenched teeth.
“You are banned from school until Monday when you will be starting your new detentions. I do not want to see you on the school grounds. Any additional trouble from you and we will need to take more drastic steps. I think a suspension or even expulsion might be warranted. I may even need to make some calls to my friends at Family Services.”
Devyn gritted his teeth tighter together. He wanted to punch the smug glint in Tanner’s eyes right off the man’s face. Could he take Tanner? Devyn was not sure. The man was built like a professional wrestler. If it was just his own future, Devyn might try to take Tanner down a couple of pegs. But it was just not his future, it was Joe and Travis. He would not put Travis in jeopardy.
Devyn pulled out of Tanner’s grasp. He turned and walked away from the school.
“That might just be the smartest move you’ve made,” Tanner said.
Devyn wanted to reach up and rub his aching shoulder. He was sure there would be a bruise where Tanner’s fingers had dug into him. He did not reach up. He would not give Tanner the satisfaction of knowing how much it had hurt.
Devyn started walking away from the school. He had not gone far when he heard footsteps behind him. If Tanner grabbed him again, he was not going to hold back. He was going to slug the motherfucker. Let them arrest him. He was almost passed the point of caring.
“Too bad loser,” Ted said, coming up behind Devyn. “Your girlfriend won’t get to see your new pretty haircut. It looks so…well queer.”
“FUCK you!” Devyn’s fingers curled into a fist. He could kick Ted’s ass. The football player might be built like a brick wall, but Devyn was sure he could take him.
“Oh, the girl can’t take a compliment,” Dale said. “I guess maybe she’s having a bad hair day.”
“But you did such a good job on it,” Ted said.
Devyn turned away from them. He had to get away from them or he would do something that he might not be able to undo.
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