This is Your School

Disclaimer: I do not own Bully or it's characters. If I did, the whole game would be sex. That's about it.

And also, sorry this opening chapter's so dark. The rest won't be, I promise. And it won't all be on Gary and Petey. I'm going to write about everyone! :D

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Gary had been getting worse and worse. Pete was at his wit’s end at what he was going to do with him. He pondered just leaving him in the dorm room and not ever going back in. He was sure Jimmy would let him share his room for a while, right?

But Pete sighed and knew that would never work. Jimmy wouldn’t let him stay with him and frankly, now that Zoë was there almost constantly, Pete really didn’t want to risk it. He could live without seeing whatever it was those two did behind closed doors. And besides, he knew Gary would be pissed if he abandoned him. Even more pissed off than he was now.

Pete tightened his grip on his school books as he approached the dorm room. He knew Gary would be inside waiting for him and Petey would have to deal with whatever the fuck was wrong with him now. Honestly, it was as if all that time in Happy Volts had done nothing for Gary. They’d only sent him back with more medicine that he probably wasn’t taking anyway. After a few more moments of deliberation, he opened the door to find Gary pacing around the room frantically.

He seemed to ignore Pete at first, and frankly, the other boy wouldn’t have had it anyway. Gary looked really agitated and Peter didn’t need that right now. He plopped himself on his bed and after a few minutes of lying in silence, sat up and started to work on his homework. He was doing completely fine with ignoring Gary, almost even forgetting he was there for a while, until Gary decided he was fed up.

“What’s wrong Femme-boy?” he asked cruelly. “You forget how to say hello?”

“No Gary,” Pete said quietly, not looking up from his homework. “You looked busy, I didn’t want to interrupt you.”

“Well I wasn’t fucking busy,” Gary retorted. “So fucking say hello already!”

“Hey Gary,” Pete said, a little taken aback by Gary’s outburst. He should have been used to it by now, but he wasn’t. Not in the least. This wasn’t the good natured antagonism from before (if you could call it good natured), this was something animal and different. Pete didn’t like it at all.

“That’s better,” Gary growled. “Don’t ever let that fucking happen again. Who do you think you are anyway?”

“No one, Gary,” Pete replied.

“That’s right,” the other boy agreed. “Fucking no one.”

Gary stopped talking after that and went right back to his pacing. Pete went back to his homework, only now that his concentration was broken, he couldn’t concentrate again. His algebra homework was becoming even more like gibberish to him. If only Gary wouldn’t be so… so Gary!

He couldn’t help it. He had to do it. He slammed down his books and asked him what had been on his mind.

“Gary, are you taking your medicine?”

“I don’t fucking need medicine,” Gary responded.

“Yeah, but Gary…”

“I said I don’t need it!” Gary roared.

Gary suddenly turned on Pete and bounded over towards him. Pete didn’t even have time to run. With an impressive (and entirely unexpected) display of strength, he grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and threw him against the wall. He crushed his lips against the smaller boy’s, effectively pinning him down and preventing any sort of escape. Keeping one hand up by Pete’s shoulders to keep him in place, Gary unceremoniously trailed his hand downward to squeeze at Pete’s crotch.

“Gary!” Pete tore his face away, eyes wide with fear and confusion, voice cracking a bit, wishing to God that he wouldn’t have brought anything up. “What the fu…”

But before he could finish, Gary let go of his collar and grabbed his chin, forcing him to kiss him again while his other hand rubbed frantically through Pete’s pants. As Gary ground his own crotch against Pete’s leg, he left off the crotch rubbing for other sport.

He yanked at the shorter boy’s belt until he’d gotten it loose. Alternating between biting and sucking on Pete’s lower lip to keep him quiet, Gary struggled with the buttons and fly of his pants until he’d gotten them both undone. Having enough room for it now, he thrust his hand inside Pete’s pants, going under the boxers as well to grab at the smaller boy’s hardening cock. He ran his hand up and down the shaft a few times, eliciting a squeak from the other boy. Gary laughed into the kiss, feeling Pete’s face burning with flush.

Suddenly, Gary broke the kiss, instead, needing to give attention to other parts of Pete’s body. He trailed violent kisses across Pete’s jaw line, stopping to give a not so gentle bite on the other boy’s neck, all the while, pumping his cock like there was no tomorrow. He knew the Pete could feel his own hardness being ground against his thigh and could guess what would happen in the near future.

“G-g-gary, stop!” Pete protested weakly, giving a half-hearted push that did nothing to stop Gary at all.

“No,” Gary practically purred as he momentarily stopped to lick a spot on Pete’s neck before clamping his mouth over it once again.

“What the fuck, man?” Pete asked, voice shaking in fear and feeling uncomfortably violated. “It’s wrong.”

“You gonna cry about it, Femme-boy?” Gary asked, giving Pete’s cock an almost painful squeeze. “Gonna go tell ‘em that I touched you in your no-no place?”

“Gary,” Pete pleaded. “Don’t…”

Gary pressed him harder against the wall.

“Why do you feel the need to question everything?” Gary asked, looking him square in the eyes now, so close that their breath was mingling. “Aren’t I your friend? Aren’t you taking care of me?”

“Yeah but…”

“You’re taking care of me, Petey,” Gary cut him off. “And it’s my turn to repay you.”

“Yeah, but Gary,” Pete said frantically. “You’re not even taking your meds.”

“I said, I don’t fucking need them!” Gary roared again, giving Pete’s cock another painful squeeze to shut up him up. When he started to whimper, Gary thought it was safe to clamp his mouth over Pete’s again.

Peter hated this. This was fucking gross. Pete didn’t want to do it. It was wrong. And besides, he didn’t like boys. But Gary was very persuasive and it wasn’t smart to cross him. And Pete was ashamed to admit that he sort of liked the feeling of what Gary was doing inside of his pants, in a sick kind of way. He allowed himself to be pushed away from the wall and thrown onto his bed while Gary ripped his shoes off and began to tug at his pants. He’d pretty much resigned himself to his fate now.

“Gary!” Pete hissed. “What if someone comes in?”

“I locked the door,” Gary grumbled agitatedly as Pete’s pants got stuck around his ankles. “Take off your shirt.”

“But… but…” Pete struggled for words as he helplessly found himself slipping off his sweater vest, not even realizing how ingrained in him it was to obey Gary. “What if someone hears?”

“You think no one else’s done this?” Gary growled, removing his own shirt as fast as he could. “What do you think Trent and Kirby do everyday behind the gym?”

Pete was at a loss of words as Gary began to frantically remove his own pants. When he was completely disrobed, he smirked a little as Pete glanced down, frightened and embarrassed by his throbbing dick. Without much further ado, Gary pounced, attacking Pete’s exposed upper body with his teeth, nibbling at the hollow of his throat and biting at his nipples until the other boy cried out in pain. As Gary moved down to his boxers, Pete in one last act of desperation tried to sit up and push the other boy away, but Gary, the strong of the two pushed him back angrily and ripped his boxers off, exposing Pete’s cock fully.

“Don’t do that again, Peter,” Gary said, voice dangerously close to a snarl. Pete whimpered as Gary stared him down, a malicious glint in his eyes. It was only when he broke eye contact did Pete feel Gary start to move again.

Gary wrapped his hands around the base of the Pete’s dick and lowered himself so it was face level. Then, with an unstable laugh, Gary placed his lips upon the head, slowly but surely engulfing the majority of it in his mouth. Pete felt Gary’s tongue swirl around his shaft before exposing it to the outside again. The coolness of the air around him caused a sharp intake of breath from Pete, but just as quickly, the warmth of Gary’s mouth surrounded him again.

“Nnn,” Pete gave a soft moan awkwardly, encouraging Gary to continue his ministrations. Gary sucked harder and faster, swirling his tongue here and there, stopping occasionally to give attention to a particular spot before continuing. He had Pete squirming in no time, his toes curling and his finger subconsciously tugging at Gary’s hair as he bucked forward into his mouth. He could feel Gary now taking in his entire length, his nose nestling itself in Pete’s pubic hair. There was a pressure building up inside of him, begging for release. Pete was at a loss of what to do; he wasn’t certain of what Gary would do if he came in his mouth.

“Hnn, Gary,” Pete choked out. “I’m… I’m…”

But Gary didn’t stop. He only went faster, forcing Pete to find release in Gary’s mouth. As Pete lay back panting, Gary turned his head and spit out the sticky whiteness on the floor. Gary watched as Pete lay back, exhausted and pink from his actions. He was vulnerable and there was nothing he could do to fight Gary now.

“Look at that, little Petey,” he said mockingly. “You’ve made a mess of yourself.”

Pete wanted nothing more than to tell him to shut up, to tell him that this was all his doing and that he didn’t want Gary to do anything else. But the only thing he could do was nod as he tried to catch his breath. As much as he was scared of what Gary would do next, he was more afraid of what Gary would do if he protested.

“You liked that, huh?” Gary asked huskily. “Bet you thought I was gonna swallow, though, huh?”

Pete didn’t care either way, but something in Gary’s voice told him he should have.

“Bet you thought I was gonna swallow and be your little bitch,” Gary continued. “But I’m not your little bitch. I’m no one’s bitch. Got that?”

Pete nodded, remaining silent as Gary raved.

“But you are,” he said, pointing towards Pete. “You’re my little bitch, aren’t you?”

“Gary…” Pete trailed off, his body starting to shake as he noticed Gary starting to get angry. He didn’t know what he did to set Gary off, but the taller boy was going off into one of his fits again.

“Aren’t you?” Gary growled. But before Pete could answer, Gary grabbed his waist and forced him to flip over onto his stomach. “That’s right you are,” he continued, sounding like he was calming down a little. “You’re my bitch and no one else’s.”

Pete let out a cry as Gary leaned over him and bit his shoulder. He could feel Gary’s cock pressed hard against his back, only growing harder by the minute. Gary nuzzled his face into the back of Pete’s neck, almost as if he were trying to get his scent on him so that no one else would touch him.

When he had ground against him enough, Gary pulled back. He grabbed Pete’s ass and forced him to hold it up while his face was still smashed against the pillows. Gary got on his own knees, grabbed his dick with his left hand, and spit into his right hand, coating his dick with his own saliva. Pete gulped as he felt Gary’s slick tip poke at his entrance.

“Remember,” Gary warned a last time. “You’re mine.”

And with that, Gary thrust into him, letting out a shudder of delight as Pete’s tightness surrounded him.

“Fuck, Pete,” he groaned, eyes half-lidded. “You feel good.”

Pete couldn’t exactly say the same for Gary. Without so much as a warning or a pre-emptive stretching, Gary’s cock was painful. He bit his lip but still failed to hide his cry.

With another pleased groan, Gary pulled out of Pete and thrust into him again, his finger’s grip on Pete’s hips tensing and relaxing as he went. He picked up the pace once he felt Pete start to relax a little and he let his moans flow freely as the other boy kept his muffled in the pillow.

At the pace Gary was going, it didn’t take very long for him to reach his climax. Pete almost liked the warm feeling of Gary letting loose inside of him. Almost. The larger boy fell down on top of him, crushing him further while overwhelming him with his strange scent of sweat and sex. Gary made no attempt to move (and indeed had fallen asleep) while Pete lay there, thinking the worst thoughts and trying to make sense in his head of what just happened.