The Pill

“Oh, how did it feel?”

“How does what feel?”

“Uh, the... thing you just mentioned?"

"Oh! The pill?" Sven confirmed, looking away from his locker for a moment. Jordan nodded his pink head, hoping for clarification. 

"Well... let's walk through this. First, you put it in your mouth, and swallow. Although, I don't think you need me to walk you through that-"

"Listen here, you dipshit!" Jordan tried to sound serious, but even he found the comment to be comedic, even though it was pretty low hanging fruit, and sort of rude. "I don't need your sass!"

Sven smirked as he looked through his locker. He shook his head and closed the locker, swinging his bag around. He turned to Jordan and opened his mouth to continue. 

"Okay, well once you swallow it like a bad girl, you then feel really tingly and proud of yourself, at least until the spanking. But, you'll feel it stuck in the back of your mouth, the taste won't-"

"Sven, shut the fuck up! I'm serious!" Jordan said a bit annoyed, but still smiling. He rested his head against the locker and looked at Sven's pleasant appearance. Sven rubbed his chin as he laughed, and inadvertently showing off his bulging biceps in his tight white shirt, and tilted his head, smiling his charming smile. Jordan always found himself feeling more comfortable when Sven smiled sincerely. 

"Okay, okay. So-" Sven began, when he felt a tug on his arm. 

He turned around, and saw a well groomed set of black hair sitting on a kid, about a head and a quarters length beneath him. Beneath that, was a cute, boyish freshman face. Big brown eyes were staring up at Sven with a mix of uneasiness and confidence, waiting for something to happen. 

"Greg! My kid, what's up!?" Sven exclaimed, smiling brightly at the sight of Greg. He reached out to grab onto Greg's hand, which was pulled up nervously by the skinny freshman. The domineering senior grabbed onto Greg's smaller hand, and pulled him in forcefully, and slapped the back of his shoulder with his other hand. Greg shook and made a small yelp at being manhadled like this, even though it was friendly. Sven and Jordan laughed at Greg, and Greg looked up at them as his smile unraveled. 

"What's up, sweet thing?" Sven asked, staring at Greg. 

"NothINg mU-" Greg felt his voice do that teenage boy thing, and cleared his throat, as it was in the wrong pitch. Sven couldn't hold back his smile as he watched Greg awkwardly stumble his way out of a sentence. 

"Nothing much." Greg pushed out with a nervous smile. "H-how are you?"

"I'm great, obviously! You're here!" Sven laughed, getting Jordan and Greg to join in.

"That's all it takes for you to be great? Some scrawny freshman to walk up and go through puberty mid-sentence?" Jordan asked, getting Sven to turn around with a strong smile. He looked back at Greg, and saw that even though Greg was smiling, he was embarrassed at the comment. 

Looking between Jordan and Greg, Sven said "I am not a man easily amused, I'll have you know. It takes a special kind of scrawny freshman to go through puberty mid-sentence to make my day."

"Actually guys, I like to think I'm slender." Greg piped in. Sven laughed and ran the back of his hand down the front of Greg's white dress shirt, next to his blue tie, making sure his hand gets as close to Greg as possible. 

"Nah kid, that's scrawny." Sven asserted, running his hand back up, like he were performing some physical test on the boy. "Gotta hit the gym!" 

"I don't know Sven, I think the gym would hit him back!" Jordan joked, getting Sven to laugh and pull his hand back, to his mouth. 

"Ha! Maybe, yeah. The gym does hit hard."

"Who is this Jim, you guys are talking about? Why would I hit him?" Greg asked with a dead-pan voice. It took Sven a moment to register, then he heard Jordan laugh quite gayly at the comment. Sven turned to see his friend turn around and laugh, then turned back to Greg, who looked pretty proud of himself. 

"Good one." Sven said, gently tapping Greg's cheek with his knuckles. Greg looked down at the side Sven patted and felt himself grow warm. 

"Come on, spread 'em." Sven said pushing off his locker and raising his leg up in stretch. Greg looked up at Sven and nodded. He really didn't want to feel the pain that he knows he's going to feel, but he also knows it's for the best. Keep on Sven's good side, and things will stay good. 

Greg spread his legs, and took off his large book bag, not wanting to be weighed down by anything more than the pain he's going to feel soon. 

Sven looked at Greg, with his legs spread in a V, and his face looking down. Scrawny, or rather, slender frame under the baggy clothes he had on. Sven watched Greg's face looking down, cupping his crotch with both hands as he sighed and pulled on his crotch, which was still hurting a little bit. Greg had to take some breaths, then pulled his hands away and awkwardly hyped himself up. Greg looked up and said 

"I'm ready!" 

Sven laughed and shook his head. He felt a little tingle in his lower half. It made him shift a bit. 

"I can tell! Really feeling the part Greg, keep it up."

"I've never seen anyone so excited to get kicked in the balls before." Jordan added. He was smirking, and Sven nodded. 

"That means a lot coming from this guy." Sven said, pointing to Jordan. "This kid loves to get his balls bashed too."

"That is a lie." Jordan asserted, shaking his head. 

Sven looked towards his focus, rearing his foot and amping himself up. With dedicated pleasure, the strong senior pushed his foot forward and crashed into Greg's freshman crotch with authority. Greg instantly doubled over and let his mouth hang as both knees hit the floor at the same time. His young face scrunched as he let out a heavy, bubble of breath, then began wheezing, in a futile attempt to recapture a life where he had control. But instead, he fell to his side and rolled around without a thought, cupping his young testicles as Jordan and Sven watched over directly. 

"Oof. That's a hard one." Jordan sympathized. 

"Eh... I didn't think so, but Greg looks like he's on your side of the debate."

Greg was shifting and moaning on the floor, rolling onto his back as he was carefully cupping his testicles. He rolled onto his stomach, his head down and legs pushing. Greg let out a loud, sad grunt and Sven couldn't help but smile. 

Sven walked a bit closer to Greg, wanting to see him squirm from a closer perspective. Sven watched Greg's legs push and pull, his baggy pants and white dress shirt riding up on his young frame. Watching his shoulders and thighs move with each squirm and twist. 

"Wait, so that pill would help Greg here?" Jordan asked. 

Sven turned around, his front facing the hallway. "Uh, maybe. I know when I tried to take it, it was really nasty. Threw it right back up."

"But the pill would help, if swallowed?"

Sven looked up at the ceiling to think about it, then he felt something on his foot. He looked down and saw Greg's hand clawing at his shoe. Sven silently stared as Greg groveled at his feet, slowly trying to pull on Sven's foot to help propel him upwards. Sven felt Greg shaking against him, which gave Sven some comfort. He smiled, then looked back to Jordan, who looked back up when he saw Sven turn towards him. 

"Yeah, I think so. Again, it's not an easy pill to swallow. And even if you do, you still have do get over the taste, there's the whole 'Oh my god, what is it going to be like?!' type of anxieties, that come with it."

"Uh, yeah?"

"Yeah. Like, I had to calm myself down, because it was a bit scary. Not that the pill will actually do anything scary, but you know it'll change somethings. It's supposed to make things easier, right? Honestly though, the worst was when I talked myself out of swallowing it at first, because you say to yourself 'Shit, I'm such a pussy. Why am I trying to fight this, it's a good thing.' Because it is, it's actually natural, and helps-" Sven looked down when he felt Greg wrap his arm around his ankles. Greg then grabbed onto Sven's pants, and began to try to pull himself up. "-and I realized that once I just accepted it. It gives you a good feeling, and you sorta wonder why you didn't take it earlier. You feel a lot more free and at home with yourself, when you actually swallow the big bad pill." 

Sven finished, and looked back down at Greg. The freshman was hunched over, but trying to use Sven's tree trunks to help stay up. Greg was inadvertently pulling down Sven's pants, as he held dearly onto his fit khakis. Some of Sven's green-striped Hilfiger underwear was showing.

"Greg, you're pulling down my slacks bro, chill." Sven shook his head as he bent over. 

"Sorry..." Greg moaned out. As he let go of Sven, he felt himself get picked up by the ribs with ease, like he were a puppy. Greg's hands pushed out and grabbed onto anything he could latch onto, which ended up being Sven's shirt. Sven dropped Greg down when his feet were looking at the ground, then turned back to Jordan. But, Greg was still weak and had to lean onto Sven for support. Sven made no note of this. 

"So yeah, it would help. But not everyone is as receptive to it."

"I... see." Jordan said, looking at Greg. Then the bell rang and the hallway began to scatter. 

"Alright, let's get going." Sven motioned to Jordan as he walked towards his next class, ignoring Greg, who was leaning on him for support. Greg ended up falling to the floor and let out a painful groan as he hit the floor. He looked up with a daze and struggled to reassert himself. 

Jordan's eyes went wide as he tipped towards Greg on the floor. "Yo what the fuck Sven!? Greg, are you-"

"He's fine! He just got kicked in the dick, he'll get over it soon. We're gonna be late for class! Can't miss another inspiring class, full of wonders and joys!" 

Jordan laughed and looked between the two, boys. One walking away confidently, bulging muscles and cocky swagger, the pinnacle and pride of this school. And the other, on the floor, cupping his delicates with a red face and tender hands. Jordan shrugged then walked up to Greg and helped settle him against the lockers. Sven looked back just in time. 

"You alright?" Jordan asked. 

Greg looked down and nodded slowly. His hair was messier than it was before, his face was still red, and his shirt was untucked. 

"Y-yeah... thanks-AWK! OOOHohooouuuunooooooooo..." 

Sven made his way back to the two, and slapped the back of his fist into Greg's crotch, as it was open. Greg doubled over and fell forward, holding onto a cry of agony with his raspy voice, and his assaulted testicles with both hands. He whimpered with weak breath and curled up as quickly as he could. 

"What the fuck was that!?" Jordan asked, instinctively holding his hands over his crotch. He could feel the sting of comradery burn in his loins.  

"I told you he was fine, now look at what you did. Poor kids in tears now!" Sven dripped with insincerity in both his voice and smile. 

"Dude, that was not cool." Jordan said, looking down at Greg. His eyes were shut but watery. Greg was rolling weakly on the floor, his hands gently pressed against his crotch as his face grew more and more red. 

Jordan winced in sympathy, then watched as Greg hacked harshly into his elbow that he was just barely able to pull up. 

"Maybe you should fucking listen next time. Be glad it wasn't you." Sven said, as he pulled on Jordan's arm towards their next class. 

Both boys looked back at Greg as they were leaving, but with different ideas in mind. 

"Fuck dude, I almost wish you got me instead. I feel so bad for him..." Jordan mourned, but still careful not to give Sven an opportunity to break his balls. His hands were well placed, and was careful to stay a couple steps behind.

Sven laughed as he turned around to see Greg one last time. He had fun today again, and looked forward to having some more fun later. It was a good kick, but it was the of the moment nut tap afterwards, that really brought this interaction together for Sven. He also remembered the feeling of Greg pulling on him, rubbing against his body naturally. Sven's face got a bit red then pushed Jordan against the wall as they were talking together. 

"What the shit!? What's your problem-"

"Hey, shut the fuck up, you made us late for class!"

"Me! You're the one who left Greg on the floor after you broke his balls."

"And you're the one who stayed after, and now he's in worse shape. You're such a jerk, Jordan."