Date: Tue, 11 Jun 2013 12:02:43 -0500 From: ralph jones Subject: Symbiotic 1 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental. I own the rights to all of these characters and they cannot be copied without my consent. You must be 18 or older to read this story. Now on to the story *BAM* I was slammed to the lockers by that once kind and beautiful but now stupid lughead Brock Wilson. He laughed out loud as he walked away. "Stupid Smart Queer got what he deserved" `Same old, same old I guess, but I'm getting tired and it needs to stop,' I thought to myself as I slid down to the floor. Brock had been my tormentor for the past year. Maybe because I skipped a grade and he was held back, or maybe it was the way I looked, or maybe it was even our age differences with him being 15, almost 16 and I at 13. We actually used to be pretty good friends but something changed and now he, for some reason unknown to myself, hates me. But before I get ahead of myself, I should give some sort of description of how I look right? My name is Taylor Few (everyone calls me Ty); I am a 5 foot 2, African American male with curly hair and glasses. I guess you can infer I am pretty smart but I have a pretty skinny body that just draws bullies to me but I have a huge ass that keeps them from hurting me. No matter who bullies me I always get felt up, not that I mind seeing as I am gay, and even Brock isn't immune to my ass's attraction. He is always touching me and usually my ass got molested in that time but still. The 6 foot 1 giant of boy bullies me and my ass on a near daily basis. I think I sometimes see lust in his eyes when he pushes me against the lockers and gets up in my face or maybe it is just my imagination. Either way, I got up, thankful that school was over for the day, when I was just he was gone and headed for the bathroom to check for any injuries. When I got there, I saw that Brock had decided to use the bathroom and I assumed that he was pissing. I turned to leave but the door closed and Brock turned around and saw me standing the frozen with terror. "WHAT THE FUCK FAG? ARE U FOLLOWING ME?" Brock bellowed as he stuffed his dick back into his pants. "N...No but..." Brock cut me off and started advancing toward me saying something about me being gay and such but I tuned him out. That was because I was focused on what had really scared me and what it was doing. There was slimy black sludge like puddle in one of the stalls and it was slowly moving towards me of its own accord, on a flat plain. I turned to run out of the bathroom but slipped on something I then felt something heavy land on top of me. It was Brock who I guess had attempted to follow me but had also slipped on the very same something. When he fell his large dick, which for some reason was hard, had landed right in between the cheeks of my jean covered ass. I hesitated for a second enjoying the feeling however I saw the sludge speeding towards us and that made me move. I tried to push the daze giant off of me but it was too late as the sludge had already touched my foot. I fought even harder but the sludge immobilized my legs and had spread up to Brock. Brock fought but the slime kept spreading until it covered him. He froze and then collapsed on top of me. The sludge spread to me and soon all I saw was darkness... -Several Hours Later- When I woke up, I felt that I had a sore ass; I reached back and felt something wet. I then stuck my hand in my pant and felt that I had cum dripping from my ass. `WTF who did this I didn't plan on giving my virginity away to' I angrily thought to myself. I looked around and found a very naked Brock sitting in a corner with his, as if he was waiting for me to wake up. "BROCK DID YOU RAPE? IMMA REPORT YOU TO THE COPS AND HAVE YOU SENT TO JAIL," I yelled as I limped (sore ass from my first fuck) over up to him. Brock started to get up with his head bowed. His hard muscled body glistening with sweat as he rose to his feet, his 5 in limp dick swinging releasing some residual sperm with swing, as each muscle moved to bring his to a new position, he came to a standing position and my asshole gushed a little cum as I looked at hi dick and I started to get hard I tried to focus on his hairy chest, but I was still aroused, finally Brock brought me out of my sexual haze. "Master Few, I am sorry for what happened. Sir, you may punish me if you please I am bond to you to serve and protect so if I have caused harm then I must pay for it," Brock said with respect. "Sir? Hmm interesting let's see where it goes' I thought to myself calmly despite just having been raped by this boy who bullied him and who was now asking for punishment. "Well I could get used to this, but enough with that Master and Sir shit just call me Ty and besides I did love you at one time maybe we can make this work for the best, come along Brock," I said walking to the bathroom door pulling Brock who then walked ahead and opened the door for Ty to go through. Little did I know how much life was going to change over the next few months and how I would be affected in the years to come.