A Considerate Reappearance

Bit of a short one here. Hope you guys enjoy!

"Yeah man, I'm telling you. She has the biggest tits I've ever seen!"

"Cool."

"Dude, do you not believe me?" Sven asked sharply.

"It's not that. I just don't care. I'm fucking gay dude, I don't give a shit about her tits." Jordan replied, turning his colorful head to his stud of a friend, who may be trying to overcompensate.

"Whatever..." Sven said, looking back to the crowd. He then thought of something.

"Jordan."

"Sven."

"You remember Greg, right?

"Uhhh... that poor freshman whose balls you've claimed ownership over just because, right?"

"Right."

Sven's mind filled with Greg at the moment, still remembering his young and unrefined features, that are somewhat charming in a youthful way. He then remembered exactly how those small freshman balls felt in his hand, under his knee, and how that cute face contorted in terror. How his skinny, freshman body was curled up in defense and writhed in a pain he couldn't do anything about. Sven enjoyed the feelings these thoughts gave birth to, and he wanted to reexperience them again. Sven wanted to find Greg

"I haven't seen him in too long. Let's go reintroduce ourselves."

Jordan sighed, moving off the lockers. He ran a hand through his hot pink hair and responded.

"Yeah, let us. I'm sure he'll be jumping for joy when he sees you."

"He better. Most guys would feel blessed to have my attention like he does." Sven said, queuing a silent eye roll outta Jordan.

Sven thought a bit more. "He said he has Bio with Ms. Andersen, right?"

"I think so."

"Well... let's go wait for him in front." Sven said, moving off the locker. He walked in the direction of her class, and Jordan followed with a laugh.

"All right. Let's pick on the freshman some more. Sounds like fun. He's pretty cute." Jordan said aloud.

The two got to Ms. Andersen's Bio classroom and stood out in front. Jordan leaned against the wall, and dropped his bag to the floor. He studied the kids walking by. They all looked like freshman. He made a mental note of which ones were cute, and which weren't. He realized that this freshman class was pretty ugly, and felt lucky not to be a part of them. 

Sven looked inside Ms. Andersen's bio classroom to see if Greg was already inside. He wasn't. He looked back out, and waited against the wall. They were quiet as they scanned the hallway for Greg.

Then they saw Greg coming. He was walking with a friend, having some sort of animated discussion.

"There." Jordan said, pointing down the hall. Sven turned his head and saw Greg talking with his friend, looking just as cute, if not cuter, since he last saw him. Sven smirked and turned his body towards Greg. Waiting for the unsuspecting freshmen to walk into them.

Very soon, the other boy looked up and saw Sven and Jordan staring at them with a smile. Peter knows who Sven is, and remembers what Greg told him. He drifted around and picked up his glasses as they fell on the floor in an anxiety driven turn. Greg kept on talking, walking closer and closer to Sven and Jordan as he was too immersed in the talking point to be aware of his surroundings. Soon, he realized Peter wasn't talking anymore and turned to see him. Greg was confused when he saw no one, then looked around. That's when he saw that monstrous senior and his colorful friend staring at him, no more than 10 feet away. His brown eyes went wide and he stood as still as he could, feeling the world closing in on him. His stomach even began to make room for the enormous amount of pain he knew he was about to experience, as it dropped down into a dark abyss, leaving Greg to feel devoid on the inside. Sven smiled as they made eye contact. He watched Greg start to tremble.

Sven broke the silence brewing between them. "Hey buddy, how've you been? I've missed you!"

Greg did not expect this, and did not want to be here anymore. He acted on instinct and turned around and ran as fast as he could.

"SHIT!" Sven said as he started running.

"Wait!" Jordan said, moving his hand to Sven's chest, holding him back. Sven turned his head with an annoyed and confused gaze, but soon realized.

Jordan had his backpack in his hand, holding it like a bag. He shuffled his feet forward, galloping with his back to the wall behind him. He had the bag in his right hand, and began pulling his body clockwise. Then after some steps, he let out a grunt and catapulted his bag like it were an Olympic sport. It flew through the air, twirling around like a boomerang, and defying gravity. It carried and carried towards the end of the hallway and hit the fleeing freshman in the back of his head. Greg fell to the floor, like a sack of shit.

"Holy fuck, that was awesome!" Sven said jumping on Jordan's back. Jordan laughed and stumbled forward. He looked up at Sven who was gleaming right at him, as he was piggy-backing onto the star of the show.

"I know right! Fucking epic haha..." Jordan let out, proud of himself. "I'm so lucky that worked too."

"I know dude." Sven said getting off Jordan. The two walked down the hall, towards the floored freshman. He was alive, but he had no idea what just happened. "If you missed that throw, you'd be in some deep shit."

"But I hit it, and now I've earned myself a reward."

"Yeah. The reward is you not being in some deep shit." Sven said laughing. Jordan scrunched his face playfully and pushed Sven. The two reached Greg and looked down at him.

Greg was lowly groaning, his arms and legs were slowly coming to. He looked around and saw Jordan and Sven standing over him. He let out a moan and faced the floor once again.

Sven laughed and grabbed Greg by his armpits and settled him on his own feet. Greg shuffled a bit, but was able to stand up with a hand over his head.

"Wha... what the fuck hit me..." Greg said in pain.

"That was this spectacular man here." Sven said nodding towards Jordan, who just picked up his bookbag.

"Yup. Best throw of my life." Jordan said with a grin.

"How does it feel to peak?" Sven jokingly asked.

"Bitch, I haven't even begun to peak. Just you wait."

"Yeah, yeah. Greg. Why did you come from that way?" Sven asked, nodding behind Greg. "Me and Jordan's locker's that way." Sven stated, pointing his thumb down the hallway, where they came from.

Greg looked at Sven's calm face with a much less calm expression. A bruise was even forming on his forehead, where he faceplanted not too long ago.

"I... I... wanted to take a different way... today..."

"Oh? Well, that's understandable. But you can't do that Greg, that means Daddy would miss you. You don't want to disappoint Daddy, do you?"

Greg shook his head.

"Aw...you see that Jordan? He cares about me, how sweet."

Greg looked down, and closed his eyes, wishing things would go away soon.

Sven could tell that Greg was very discouraged, and really felt like this was a crappy situation. Sven felt like it was time he changed that and helped Greg out. Be a good role model, a brother, in a sense. 

"Greg, love. Look at me." Sven said with only sincerity present. It made Greg feel a bit more at ease. It wasn't the cold, calculated calm that Sven can exude. It felt genuine and caring. He looked up and made eye contact with Sven. 

"Listen. This is going to happen. You aren't going to get around it. Just be decent about it, okay? Don't try and hide like you've been doing. Don't try and take the long way to stay away. Just man up and take it. Every even day."

Just then the bell rang. The 3 boys looked up, not at anything in particular, just at the sound that engulfed the hallway.

Sven held onto Greg's shoulder tighter. But then loosened his grip when he saw Greg wince.

"I like you Greg, I want you to know that. Don't hide, this is going to happen. And you better be happy that I don't make up for you trying to run and hiding. You get me?" Sven finished.

Greg looked up at Sven with hesitance. He looked down and breathed out. He nodded.

"Yes Daddy."

Greg spread his legs and put his hands over his head, resting on top his now messy black hair.  He looked up at Sven, still lacking confidence, but he knew what he was to do.

Sven warmed up and smiled nicely.

"Listen, if anyone ever gives you any shit for anything, you come tell me, okay? You're my boy, no one messes with my boys." Sven said, spreading a somewhat proud smile on Greg's young face. "And, you can call me Sven."

The smile across Greg's face grew just a bit more, and Greg felt like things might be okay. It almost looked like he was happy.

Then Sven brought his foot back and threw it up between Greg's adolescent legs, reintroducing Greg's young testicles with Sven's proud and unfaltering foot.

Greg was lifted off the floor, his skinny body holding onto Sven's chiseled leg as it rose him off the floor. His eyes bulged out, staring straight ahead at Sven, who still had a smile on. As Greg rose through the air, a sickening feeling that never truly went away, re-emerged in full force. Greg fell on his knees, looking down. His hands on the floor, and his body straight as a board, crippled with that dull throbbing ache that engulfed his lower body. He let out a whine, then rolled on his side, and sent his hands to his baggy khakis. Greg kicked his legs and continued to whine.

Sven smiled and turned around to Jordan.

"Let's not make Mr. Johnson wait for us much longer."

Jordan smiled. He looked back at Greg who was curled in a ball and unlikely to move anytime soon. Jordan then back to Sven, who looked to be glowing. Jordan nodded. "Of course. Let's go."

Before the two left, Sven bent over and rubbed Greg's messy black hair. Greg lied on the floor, eyes clenched shut, clutching his balls and hoping that time starts to move faster. But, even through the pain. Greg felt a tingle of pride inside himself. It was a strange combination, but Greg thinks it helped dull the pain a bit. Not much, but just enough for him not to hate Sven anymore.