Revenge on a Prom King

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to people, places or events is unintentional.

Dedication: based on ideas suggested by @SphFan.

Harrie: Revenge on a Prom King Chapter II - Desperation

BLIND DATE

Chris was pacing, fuming, snapping, shouting and growling.

It was after school on Thursday and they were all in Chris's house to talk about prom, get wasted and play Madden NFL 24. And listen to Chris have a meltdown apparently.

"Alight mate, calm the fuck down," Billy said.

Billy, William, Tommy, Ross, Blake and Ewan watched as Chris kicked a chair over and vented some more. They'd never seen him so angry. Not even that time Torrance High School lost 75-60 to Overlook High.

"I want to get him. I want to get that little bitch," Chris raged.

"He's not that little," Ewan sniggered.

Tommy, Ross and Blake chuckled too, but Chris's expression meant the humour died quickly.

"Any special reason why you want to get him so bad?" asked William.

"Do I need a reason?!" Chris challenged.

William shrugged.

Chris could hardly tell them the real reason. Harrie had seen his tiny penis and he was humiliated and felt inferior. It had made Chris so angry when he saw Harrie was well endowed. Chris had a penis that was less than an inch and a half when flaccid and only two inches hard. Two! Inches! And Harrie had a seven a respectable seven inches? Fucker!

"That homo nearly got us banned from prom," Chris offered as an acceptable reason. "If Mr Collins had his way, we'd not be going."

The rest of the boys nodded in agreement, but Billy was suspicious. Something was up. He wasn't going to ask what though because he was a heterosexual and he didn't do that kind of thing. However, he was curious what had got under Chris's skin so bad. What was the cause of his desperation to get Harrie yet again?

"I thought we'd already decided to get him with the prize ceremony?" Billy said with a delightedly spiteful laugh.

"If he's going," Tommy pointed out. "Harrie's a total loser."

"We're working on that," Chris assured him with a glower.

Did Tommy think he was an idiot? Chris knew they had to persuade the twerp to go.

"You have to keep being nice to him," Chris told Billy.

Billy groaned and rolled his eyes.

"I have the perfect thing mind for Harrie. The worst thing we've ever done to him," Chris continued with a wicked grin. "It's only a week until prom, how do you guys feel about sperm donation?"

"He's being nice to me. What's wrong with that?" Harrie asked.

They were loitering outside at breaktime and Harrie had given a lot of thought to telling Sam what he'd seen in the locker room the previous night. Instead, the conversation had turned to Billy, Chris's best friend.

"Billy is being nice to you. Do you hear yourself?" Sam said as if his friend was mad.

"Maybe he's realised what a massive tool he's been?" Harrie said.

"Ok, let me try something," Sam offered with a sigh.

Sam put his hands on Harrie's shoulders and shook him.

"Billy! Is! A! Dickhead!" Sam insisted.

"Get off," Harrie laughed as he swatted Sam away.

"So he picked up your books last week. And told his dumbass friends to lay off you," Sam said. "And didn't foul you when we were playing basketball like us usually does. So what?"

"So it's nice to not be treated like shit, ok?" Harrie snapped.

Sam went quiet.

"I don't care why he's doing it. It's nice to not have notes posted in my locker telling me to kill myself or find Jell-O emptied into my backpack," Harrie continued.

"I get that," Sam said patiently. "I'm just worried that he's started being nice to you just weeks before prom and graduation and you're just going to forget what a bastard he's been all Senior year... and all Junior year... and all Sophomore year..."

"I haven't forgotten," Harrie replied bitterly. "I know what I'm doing, ok?"

Harrie got up and walked away, leaving Sam alone and feeling guilty for trying to watch out for his friend. Harrie knew Sam was just being a good friend, but it felt like he was trying to bring him down just when things were looking up.

"Hey, are you alright?" Billy asked.

Billy offered a friendly punch to the arm.

Not the dead arm kind of punch he and Chris, William, Tommy, Ross, Blake or Ewan normally gave him. Just a gentle nudge.

"Yea. Thanks," Harrie replied.

Harrie was distracted and a little bit annoyed at his best friend. Couldn't Sam be happy for him?

"So, I was wondering if you'd decided to prom or not?" Billy asked casually.

"I don't think so," Harrie said automatically.

"Do you want to go..." Billy asked, sensing Harrie's hesitation. "With me?"

"With you?" Harrie spun to face him.

"I mean... I don't mean like that... I kinda mean like that," Billy stammered.

Was Billy nervous?

"I just mean, we could go as friends. I'm an ally, you know," Billy said. "So we could go... together... and that would be ok."

"I guess," Harrie said uncertainly.

"Great," Billy overrode Harrie's reticence. "It's a date."

Harrie should have been pleased about such a development. A date, even a sort-of pretend date with a hot guy? Harrie should have been pleased, but he felt nothing for Billy.

Billy punched Harrie's arm again (it hurt) and jogged on.

"I'm sorry if I was being a jerk, ok?" Sam said barely ten minutes later.

Harrie looked at his watch.

"Nine minutes it took you to apologise," Harrie commented with a sly smile.

"I took too long, didn't I?" Sam responded with a chuckle.

"You weren't being a jerk. You were being a good friend... Thank you," Harrie responded. "Look... I didn't walk off because I was mad."

"Then why?" Sam asked as he opened his locker.

"Did you notice Billy was hanging about?" Harrie asked. "He came up to talk to me as soon as you weren't around."

"You wanted to be alone with him?" Sam replied in a neutral tone.

Harrie could tell Sam was trying not to be judgemental, but his feelings about Billy being a massive tool hadn't changed in the last nine and a half minutes.

"Yes. But not for the reason you're thinking," Harrie agreed.

"I was thinking mutual masturbation," Sam said thoughtfully. "Maybe even a blowjob scene?"

"Think again," Harrie said while rolling his eyes. "You were right about something."

"Cool. Can I have that in writing?" Sam laughed.

"Billy being nice to me makes no sense. Unless..." Harrie paused.

Sam just looked at him expectantly.

"Oh, I thought you might finish my sentence? Like, we could have a moment?" Harrie suggested.

"Sorry, I didn't get that," Sam apologised. "Am I too late?"

"Yup. The moment is gone," Harrie confirmed.

"Billy being nice to me makes no sense unless," Harrie started to say.

"He's a closet homosexual who wants a masturbation scene or blowjob?" Sam interrupted.

"What?! No!" Harrie said aghast. "I was going to say unless he's trying to trick me or trap me or do something horrible."

"Oh, that does sound more like him," Sam agreed.

"Billy has `casually' mentioned prom three times. He's trying to make sure I'll go," Harrie told Sam.

"Good thing we agreed not to go then," Sam interjected.

Harrie looked guilty.

"You're not actually going to go, are you?" Sam asked exasperatedly. "They're going to do something horrible, man. They already posted that nude picture of you all over school, remember?"

"I haven't forgotten," Harrie replied peevishly.

The nude picture of him was what gave Harrie the idea to go to prom.

"I was thinking if I know it's a trap, I can spring one of my own. To get my own back," Harrie said in a hushed tone in case anyone overheard.

They needn't have bothered. The halls were busy and bustling and no-one paid any attention to the pair.

"Get your own back?" Sam asked nervously. "Like... how?"

"In here," Harrie said and dragged Sam into an empty classroom.

Harrie closed the door and Sam waited to hear what his friend had to say. Sam was nervous because America was the kind of place where, when people wanted to get even, it could involve murder suicides.

"I'm going to tell you something and you're not going to believe me," Harrie said.

"Go on," Sam encouraged.

"I kinda... accidentally... saw Chris naked," Harrie said.

Sam smirked and then laughed with relief.

"Wow. Was he mad?" Sam asked.

"Of course," Harrie replied. "But it gave me an idea. The thing is, and this is what you won't believe... Chris has a tiny dick."

Sam laughed again but this time disbelievingly. It was an outrageous thing to hear his friend say.

"A lot of guys don't look big when they're soft, Harrie," Sam said knowingly.

"I do know that," Harrie replied. "But I don't mean Chris doesn't look big. I didn't say small. I said tiny. Chris has a tiny penis."

Sam looked doubtful.

"No, really. It's humiliatingly tiny. I actually felt bad for him," Harrie pressed on.

Sam couldn't imagine the hunky twunk of a man, captain of the basketball, with nothing swinging between his legs.

"So how are you going to get revenge?" Sam asked.

"You were right earlier, remember? Those guys have all been bullying me... us... for years," Harrie said sourly. "And when I saw how tiny Chris was, I realised I could get him back by exposing him to everyone. Where better than at prom?"

"Where Billy, Chris's best friend, keeps trying to get you to go?" Sam asked. "How do you know they don't plan to strip you on stage or worse?"

"I don't know. I don't know what they're planning," Harrie admitted.

"And exactly how are you going to expose him?" Sam also proposed. "Did you take a picture?"

Harrie looked anxious suddenly.

"There's something else I need to tell you. Don't freak out, ok?" Harrie insisted.

Sam gestured ascent with a shrug.

A moment later Sam felt a tap on his shoulder. Confused, Sam turned and saw a pen floating in mid-air and tapping him with an incessant thump. Sam jumped away. The pen moved to the front of the room where it wrote on the board at the front: "HELLO SAM."

"What the fuck?!" Sam asked when he looked back at Harrie.

"I don't know the fuck," Harrie confessed. "It's a new thing I can do."

"You make it sound like you learned to make sourdough," Sam replied.

"I can make sourdough," Harrie pointed out.

"Not the point!" Sam squeaked. "How can you make things float?"

"I looked it up, it's called telekinesis," Harrie explained. "The art of moving things with your mind."

"I know what it is," Sam said. "Is this why you were asking me about it the other day?"

Harrie nodded.

"How can you make things float?" Sam repeated himself.

Suddenly, Sam staggered back as if he'd been pushed.

"Not just float. Other things too," Harrie said.

"Did you push me?" Sam asked.

Harrie nodded.

"You're a witch!" Sam joked with an accusing finger.

"And I've been thinking. Chris and his friends have been pushing us around for years," Harrie replied with a hostile edge to his voice. "I think it's time I pushed them back."

FULL OF IT

Billy, William, Tommy, Ross, Blake and Ewan were jerking off.

"Any reason why you're not beating off too?" Billy asked Chris.

"I squeezed one out in the shower," Chris lied.

To emphasise his point produced a specimen jar with a lump of sludge in the bottom. Chris had actually made this sample before school. He had swiped a container for each of the basketball team and they'd started filling them yesterday.

"I didn't know that was an option!" Tommy objected.

"Yea, why are we all watching each other whacking when we could have done it in the shower stalls?" Blake added.

The six of them were not only jerking off in the locker room, they were all naked. Six naked, salty-skinned basketball players. Fists wrapped around their cocks and whacking away. None of the boys had any interest in other guys. Closeted or otherwise. They were all hetero jocks, but there was a natural curiosity. They'd all peeked at other guys in the showers. Each of them felt it was normal to compare. Hard, the six cocks ranged in size from six to a little over seven inches. There were no embarrassingly small dicks in the group.

Except, of course, Chris.

There was a reason why Chris contrived to get a shower stall and why he masturbated in private. No-one knew he had a small penis. No-one except Harrie. Harrie seeing him had only redoubled Chris's determination to get the faggot! They had all started collecting their cum in the containers. They hoped that by prom next Friday, their daily sperm samples would be enough to make a real mess. The lid screwed closed. Chris didn't know how long you could keep cum in a cup, but he wasn't keeping it for donation or science class. If it was rancid in a week, he didn't care. All the better in fact.

Chris watched as William and Tommy started shooting into their containers. It splatted into the bottom of the cups and ran in a liquidy, sludgy solution at the bottom of the container. There was cum on their hands too that they scraped into the cup.

Chris couldn't help but look at the masturbating sportsmen with jealousy. He'd never know what it was like to masturbate a thick rod of meat. His own masturbation was pathetic. He had to hold his tiny dick between thumb and finger and rub it back and forth just a fraction until the friction led to eruption.

Billy spread his legs as William and Tommy made space by getting up to go shower. They closed their containers and all agreed to take them home and fill them up as much as possible over the next week. Chris looked at Billy. Billy with his muscular thighs and between them, big, musky balls. In his hand, Billy had a thumping big cock that was 18.5cm (7.4 inches) with a livid mushroom head. Billy had hairy balls and a many bush above his cock; his chest was developing a nice thatch of hair too.

For a second, Chris closed his eyes and remembered the feel of Harrie's cock. The length and the girth were comparable to Billy's. Harrie's cock had been hot and hard, yet pliable and spongy. As Chris had jerked Harrie off, he had imagined having a cock like that. Now Chris was imaging having a cock like Billy's.

If only he could reach out and touch Billy's cock. Stroke it. Feel the heavy balls that were wreathed in wiry hairs. Smell has hand after it and inhale the boy odour. Chris wanted that cock so bad. Chris was broken from his jealous meandering by an exclamation.

"Shit!" said Ewan as he missed the cup and had to scoop cum from his hand into the container.

"Is that how you got Mary-Elizabeth pregnant?" Ross teased him.

"She's not pregnant..." Ewan responded. "Anymore."

"Fuck!" Blake contributed.

Blake came next.

Blake had the smallest cock, 15cm (six inches), but there was no dick measuring competition. One, because Chris wouldn't have allowed it. Not with his secret. Two, because they were united in the mission to mess with Harrie. Three, because none of them really wanted to comment on another boy's junk.

Ross spurted into his container, standing up to aim his rigid pole into the cup. Ross had low hanging balls that swayed between his thighs.

Chris looked at them jealously.

Even Chris's balls were small.

Chris had to stop thinking about genitals. He wasn't a faggot, after all. So maybe sometimes he thought about what it would be like to sniff a guy's balls or put them in his mouth? It was just because he knew how inadequate his own orbs were. Every guy thought about sucking a cock, right?

Chris imagined sucking his own. He imagined being on his knees and putting an eight inch dick in his mouth. The Chris with a massive cock would throat fuck him, hold his head even when he gagged and cried and coughed. Chris would like that – he'd like to force feed himself his own cock and guzzle the cum when it erupted. If it spilled over his chin or he spat any out, he'd be made to lick it up.

"Oh fuck, yea," Ewan said as he came next.

Ewan squeezed his dick hard as he shot, which caused it to blast into the cup, but his aim was spot on. Ewan, Blake and Ross sealed their containers and went to the showers with the other naked teenagers.

Only Billy was still jerking off. He was enjoying it. He knew he had the biggest cock, except for maybe Chris. Billy and Chris were best friend's but he'd never seen Chris's dick. Not that he wanted to. However, since he'd seen almost every other boy in school in the showers at some point, it was strange that Billy had never spied his best friend's. Billy assumed Chris had a pretty big dick since he had big dick energy. Everyone assumed Chris had a big dick.

Billy didn't reflect on this too long. He didn't want to think about the fact he was thinking about dicks. Unlike Chris, Billy had no fantasies about sucking his own balls or cock. He had no need to fantasise about a bigger cock given his enviable 7.4 inches.

Billy shot his load into his cup and sealed it up. Chris had finally turned away and was moodily moving around the locker room.

"You ok?" Billy asked out of obligation.

"Fine," Chris said snappily.

Billy wiped his hand on his thigh. Silvery streaks stuck to the short, dark hairs on his muscular thigh.

"Next week, we're gonna fill the cum bucket and dump it on Harrie's stupid head," Chris said spitefully. "Make sure you milk out every drop you can."

Billy chuckled mean spiritedly as he imagined a bucket full of many spunk covering Harrie White. It would be epic! Prom was going to be a blast!

In the comfort of his own home, Chris closed his bedroom door and started to undress.

Chris had a full length mirror on the wall in which he admired himself. Chris stripped to his boxers and posed in front of the mirror. He posed to make his thighs and biceps pop, curling his arms and kissing the muscular bulge. He trotted his nose around in his own armpit and turned to squeeze his glutes while looking at the tight globes in the mirror.

Chris's boxers had been on all day so they clung to his cheeks and caved into the crack of his ass, hugging the enviable and attractive shape of his butt. Chris had a great figure, a hot ass and a gorgeous body; his face was clean and masculine, boyish yet rugged and handsome.

The eighteen year old envied himself. No-one loved Chris as much as he loved himself.

Alone, with the door firmly closed and out of view of his bedroom window, Chris slowly lowered his boxers. When they dropped around his ankles, Chris kicked them away and he looked at himself in all his glory.

His inch and a half glory.

Chris's penis was small and thin and almost entirely hidden by his pubic hair. It peeked out shyly, like a shy little worm. Chris had pubes as long as his penis. The pathetic peen was the size of an AAA battery. Chris wished the humiliation of having a tiny, flaccid dick ended with it being a small softie. If he was a grower then Chris wouldn't be so ashamed, but it didn't grow. Not by much anyway. It looked small, it was small, it didn't even look like it got bigger. It looked like the penis of a total loser.

Chris closed his eyes as he rubbed it. Chris felt the excitement that any boy would feel when he played with himself; unfortunately, most boys with a dicklette his size were about ten years old, not eighteen. Chris's dick, which was a generous term (it certainly couldn't be called a cock), grew hard and hot but not big. Flaccid, Chris was 4cm (1.6 inches) long and 3.5cm (1.4 inches) around; hard, Chris's diminutive doodle of a dick expanded to a generous 5cm (2 inches) long and 4.5cm (1.8 inches) around.

For a boy who was so bullying and proud, brash and arrogant, so boatful and full of it, his pitiful excuse for a dick was a source of shame and embarrassment.

When Harrie had somehow pulled off Chris's towel and seen his dick, Chris had tried to make excuses. He wanted to say it got bigger, that it was just cold in the locker room... but his excuses turned to anger. Anger at being exposed.

Chris swiped his AA battery of an erection and felt himself tingle all over.

Even in the privacy of his own room, unseen by anyone (for Chris never wanted anyone to know how lame his little dick was), Chris could barely stand to look at the worm between his legs. As his orgasm got closer, the delight of cruelty spurned him on. Chris continued to play with himself as he opened his bag and found the sperm container.

Chris stroked and rubbed and teased his miniature manhood. It was barely a boyhood, really. Unwillingly, Chris thought of Harrie and his big cock. It wasn't massive, but seven inches was an impressive appendage. Seven inches was nothing to be ashamed of. When Chris had jerked Harrie off, his fist had wrapped around the thing as he pumped it.

Chris couldn't wrap his fist around a two inch stub of a dick. But he could imagine it.

If Chris had a cock that big, he'd have had Harrie on his knees and sucking it. Chris wasn't gay, but Harrie was a homo who's place should be between the legs of his better. Yea, if his cock had been big, Chris would have made Harrie suck that fat fuck stick. Chris would have filmed Harrie looking up at him with wide eyes or his nose buried in pubes. Chris would have pushed his cock so deep into Harrie's throat, he could have power washed Harrie's tonsils. Chris would enjoy pulling out slapping his cock on Harrie's face.

The fantasy of having a cock to be proud of was powerful. Chris put the container down in front of him and rubbed his little peen with his left hand. With his right hand, Chris stroked thin air; he imagined the extra five inches of length in the wrap of his hand.

"Oh yea, baby, that's it," Chris said aloud.

"Fuck yea, take that cock, you slut," he continued.

"You want it harder?" Chris grunted.

"Can't you take it all, bitch?" Chris concluded.

Chris was a master! He was the captain of the basketball team. He was respected and feared. He could do anything. If he had a big cock... he'd have fucked Harrie's ass. He'd have bent that loser over in the locker room and spat on his hand to lube his cock. Then he'd have shoved it in Harrie's tight hole until the little bastard squealed. Chris would make the rest of the Senior Year watch as he fucked Harrie's virgin ass, slapping those cheeks as he thrust in. Fuck, it would feel good. Chris imagined Harrie's squealing face as his hole was filled with creamy cum that would froth as Chris pushed it back in. Then, Chris would scoop his cum from Harrie's ass and feed it to him.

Chris's rage filled fantasies came form a place of jealousy.

Chris finally panted and whined, switching to his right hand for rubbing the stiffy and lifting the sperm cup into his left hand. Cum unloaded into the cup with throbs and throes of pleasure. The thick, milky goo sputtered into the cum. It was the only impressive thing about his tiny penis and balls – his load was substantial.

Chris squeezed out every last drop and spat a frothy glob into the cup for good measure before sealing it. Chris looked at himself in the mirror as he set the cup down. Now that the hardness was abating, his shrivelled stub of a dick was shrinking too. Two inches became an even more pathetic one inch that was lost in his pubes.

Barely a button was visible as Chris admired the rest of his body in the mirror.

He was so proud of his looks.

Pride cometh before a fall.

CUM BUCKET

The excitement of the impending prom finally took attention away from Harrie's penis. Harrie never thought his dick would cause so much attention. The strange thing was that after the initial jokes at his expense and the controversy, commentary became substantially complementary.

It was over a week now since the naked picture of Harrie – hard and covered in his own cum had been spread around the school. Harrie had somehow weathered the initial printouts being put up as posters all around the school. Later, when he found out it was online too, Harrie had burned with embarrassment. Mr Collins had again encouraged Harrie to press charges, but his dad wouldn't hear of such nonsense and Principal De Palma and Coach Buckley had made clear, Harrie shouldn't make a fuss. The thing was... it was embarrassing... but the comments about his cock and even his body were very flattering.

It wasn't Chris's intention to create positive results for Harrie, but the reaction to him being so well endowed was positive rather than negative. Who knew having a big dick would make Harrie so popular. Well, not popular. But less unpopular.

Chris hated it!s

Chris and his teeny peen seethed with jealousy and fury that Harrie wasn't humiliated into writing a suicide note. Chris tried to cause some trouble about the picture, but eventually even Coach Buckley told him to "shut the fuck up."

Chris had very much wanted to post the video of Harrie cumming, with the incriminating faces of the basketball team blurred out, but it was too big a risk. Mr Collins was still a thorn in the basketball team's side and there was a limit to what Coach Buckley and Principal De Palma could overlook. They could overlook a nude picture of some nobody nerd getting spread all over the school; but if Chris persisted in making an embarrassing issue out of it, it raised questions about who took the picture and who posted it.

Hence, "shut the fuck up."

It was more than a week since the picture was taken and Harrie's classmates finally stopped making a big deal out his big deal. If you know what I mean? All anybody wanted to talk about was prom, though a few people laughed when they found out Harrie was going. They asked if Harrie planned to wear a suit and suggested his birthday suit.

The school was in a state of controlled chaos as the Seniors prepared for prom, unsettling the normal course of the day in every way. Torrence High School had scheduled the prom for early in the prom season. Friday 03RD May was chosen because the prom committee realised the popular kids could capitalise on the status that came with being king or queen and the associated award winners. The popular kids wanted to bask in their own glory for a few weeks before leaving school and becoming totally irrelevant.

"I'm getting good at this," Harrie congratulated himself.

Harrie and Sam were doing what they did every lunchtime – practicing telekinesis. Well, Harrie was practicing and Sam was there for moral support.

"What exactly are you planning to do?" Sam asked.

Harrie hadn't actually explained his plan to Sam. He didn't want to be talked out of it.

"I'm going to do this," Harrie replied.

A second later and Sam felt his shorts and underwear being pulled down. They came down so sharply and so suddenly that the waistbands flicked Sam's genitals and caused them to slap against his stomach and thighs with a satisfying thwack.

Sam reacted instinctively, contorting his legs and dropping his hands to cover his dignity. Harrie had just been curious to see what Sam had between his legs. He only got a glimpse of it, but Sam had a nice little penis. Not tiny though. It was a thick but squat roll of fleshy goodness.

"Sorry," Harrie apologised.

Sam looked quite angry as he pulled his clothes up. They'd both been pantsed before by bullies – usually not usually the underwear though, which at least saved the embarrassment of exposed privates. At least Harrie's demonstration was in the privacy of the empty classroom.

"You're going to pull down Chris's pants?" Sam asked the floor – not daring to meet his friend's eye.

"So everyone can see his tiny little penis," Harrie agreed.

There was a long silence during which Harrie feared Sam would try to talk him out of it.

"Good," Sam said eventually.

"Really?" Harrie asked.

"Chris is an asshole. He deserves it," Sam replied. "Is your new friend picking you up or meeting you here?"

Sam spoke jealously of Billy. Even knowing that they both knew Billy was just being nice to Harrie for some malicious reason, Sam couldn't help making side remarks about the newfound comradery between Harrie and Billy.

It hadn't stopped the rest of the team being jerks, but Billy was always on hand to tell them to stop while not actually doing anything to stop them. It was merely the appearance of objection. Harrie had just learned the gift of telekinesis, but he might as well have learned mind reading; Harrie could tell that Billy thought he was a total idiot who believed they were friends. Harrie leaned into the deceit and pretended to be grateful and happy for Billy's support.

"I'm meeting Billy here," Harrie said. "I was going to ask if you wanted to go to prom with me?"

"Yea, if you like," Sam replied airily.

Harrie looked crestfallen, but Sam didn't notice because he wasn't looking at his friend's face. He was too embarrassed to look at his friend because of the pantsing.

"Sam?" Harrie said and his friend looked up. "Do you want to go to prom with me?"

Sam realised that Harrie was actually asking him out.

"Oh...really?" Sam stuttered. "Me?"

Harrie nodded enthusiastically.

"What about your dad?" Sam asked.

"Oh, I don't think I should go to prom with him," Harrie replied.

They both laughed.

"Yea, that would be weird," Sam agreed.

"I'm still in the closet though. Sometimes literally. I'm sorry we have to go in secret," Harrie said.

"That's ok," Sam said. "Maybe one day, someday soon even, we can... you know... go out together properly?"

"It's a date," Harrie agreed.

This time the idea of a date excited Harrie. It felt good. He felt happy.

A few hours later and Harrie felt even more delighted as Sam emerged from his dad's car. Harrie had to walk because his dad disapproved of the prom and told him he would burn in hell if he went to such a "debauched and sinful exercise in lust and filth."

Honestly, was his dad trying to make it sound good or bad?

Either way, Harrie watched his dad leaving the house – he was meeting his brother, who was a surprisingly liberal and lackadaisical man compared to Garret's burn-in-hell character – so Harrie left too. Harrie couldn't be sure, but he thought his uncle had called specifically to distract his dad. Harrie had mentioned the prom, his dad had more or less forbade him to go and his uncle had offered Harrie a wink as he made plans that would let Harrie get out unseen.

Harrie was dressed in a white shirt with a black bowtie, black trousers and a black jacket. Not quite a tuxedo, but it was one thing Harrie could credit his dad for – the man made sure Harrie was well dressed for church and now he was well dressed for prom.

Sam was dressed in a cornflower blue suit, with a pink shirt and white tie. It was the gayest Sam had ever looked and yet he was beautiful and honestly stunning. Harrie wasn't the only one who noticed that Sam had turned out nicely.

The start time for the prom was 7PM and by 8PM it was accepted that anyone who was coming would be there. The billed end for the event was 11PM, but half the guys and their dates were already getting drunk or stoned.

Billy had made a perfunctory appearance at Harrie's side...

"Hey, Harrie. I'm so glad you came," said Billy. "And... Tom?"

Billy couldn't resist being a dick.

"It's Sam and I think you know that, Josh," Sam replied cheekily.

Billy's expression had been smiling and good natured but Sam's challenge (and returning the favour of misnaming) turned the expression sour.

"Well, I'm so glad you came," Billy said again.

"You said that already," Harrie pointed out.

Billy wasn't sure what to make of Harrie's tone of voice. Was it challenging and cheeky too, or good-natured and fun? Billy of all people knew how to make fun of people in a camaraderie sense or a spiteful way.

"The awards ceremony is getting split up tonight," Billy said. "They're announcing the smaller class awards at eight and the main awards at nine."

"That's great," Harrie responded.

Despite thinking Billy was up to something, being talked to at the prom by one of the most popular boys in school was something of a coup. He could see envious and surprised expressions.

"Billy! Get over here!" Chris called.

"Gott go, dude," Billy responded and offered his customary punch to the arm.

Chris's whole cruel plan had been weeks in the making. Coach Buckley was supposed to be chaperoning the event, but Chris had suggested the man take a break during the awards. The other two teachers on duty were conveniently sidelined by a melodramatic outburst from two kids in the drama club. Thus, there was nothing to stop the unhinged plan from going ahead unimpeded.

A while later, the awards had started:

MOST LIKELY TO GO TO JAIL.

MOST LIKEY TO BECOME A MILLIONAIRE.

BEST DRESSED.

MOST LIEKLY TO START AN ONLYFANS PAGE.

"Harrie White!" shouted Chris.

There was an uproar of laughter at the joke.

ACADEMIC ACHIEVEMENT AWARD.

BIGGEST OVERACHIVER.

ABOVE AND BEYOND.

BEST HAIR

MOST SENSATIONAL MOMENT.

"And the award goes to Harrie White, for this moment," said Sydney, the class president.

Harrie expected his nude to appear on the screen set up on stage.

Sydney, who wasn't a bad guy, expected a censored picture to appear on the screen. That was what he had reluctantly agreed to.

Instead what happened was a closeup of a cock being jerked off. It was Harrie's cock. The camera zoomed out just as Harrie blew his load. The faces of the boys holding him down were blurred, but everyone could guess who they were. The audio dropped out as they talked, but they left in Harrie's humiliating admission...

"That's the first time I ever came."

The prom were grossed out, embarrassed for Harrie, turned on by the impressive cock and repulsed by him. There was an unequal division in the room of those who were delighted and those disgusted by the display.

Sydney recovered as best he could and moved on. He was clearly annoyed that he'd been set up to participate in the scheme. Sydney had no interest in embarrassing Harrie.

TEAMWORK AWARD.

After this award, Sydney was interrupted.

"The next award is going to you Sydney," Billy said with a winning smile.

The room full of seniors cheered and Sydney looked surprised as Billy came onto the stage and lined up the unexpected award for their class president.

MOST AMBITION.

It was quite well known that Sydney harboured an ambition for government beyond the school.

"If you become a congressman or senator in the future, we'll vote for you," Billy said on behalf of the basketball team.

"As long as you're a republican," Chris clarified.

"You don't want to know about my policies?" Sydney asked seriously.

"Who cares," Billy told him with a shrug.

Which said it all about American politics.

Now that he had the stage, Billy wasn't going to relinquish it.

"The prom king and queen will be announced in an hour, but we have one more award first," Billy said as the final award appeared in bold on the screen.

SENIOR OF THE YEAR.

"The award for Senior of the Year goes to Harrie White," Billy said.

There was a moment of confusion and surprise followed by polite but bewildered applause.

"Really?"

"Why him?"

Harrie couldn't help but overhear his doubtful peers. He looked at Sam who shook his head in warning. They both knew something terrible would happen, but what? They'd already shown the picture of his dick and a video of him cumming. It couldn't get worse, could it? They had no more fodder.

Harrie made his way to the front of the room to accept his award. On stage he accepted the plaque with his name and the award on it. It wasn't a joke. It had really happened.

"Well, say something," Billy encouraged.

"Is this why you persuaded me to come?" Harrie asked in disbelief.

Billy nodded magnanimously. Just for a second, Harrie thought it might all be true. He thought, perhaps he'd gotten Billy all wrong. Maybe he was accepted and respected?

"This is exactly why you're here," Billy said.

Billy backed off towards the edge of the stage.

"Well... thank you..." Harrie said earnestly. "I..."

Then he felt a drop on his head.

Just one drop of lukewarm, room temperature... something.

Harrie looked up and saw a bucket suspended above him; he had just enough time to look to the side of the stage where Billy was standing beside Chris who was holding a string. Chris had unwound the sting and now he let it go. A second later, the bucket tipped and decanted its contents all over Harrie's head.

The seven boys on the basketball team had been masturbating every day for nine days. Sometimes more than once a day. The average ejaculate volume is 10ml per shot. Chris and Billy had spat in theirs a few times too, just to add to the repugnant concoction. Together, they had gathered over 700mls (nearly three quarters of a litre) of surfeiting, sludgy, sloppy, sticky, scuzzy, sickening, stagnating spunk.

The contents emptied all over Harrie's head, pasting his hair before dripping down the back of his head and into the nape of his shirt. The cum bucket's contents flowed over Harrie's face and down the front of his shirt, all over his shoulders and continued to trickle until his entire head and body were contaminated with the ejaculate of the basketball team.

Harrie wiped his eyes, but his vision was still blurred by the teenage sperm stuck to his eyelids and the tears in his eyes.

Behind him, SENIOR OF THE YEAR changed to BIGGEST FUKCING LOSER! The typo wasn't deliberate, the basketball team are just deeply stupid. One of the team had been recording the gross event and a still of Harrie's plastered head and face migrated the the big screen as the new background to Harrie's award.

The basketball team howled with laughter while Harrie's peers stared in disbelief. When they started laughing, Harrie couldn't hear them; either because of the shock or because his ears had jizz in them too. Harrie could see everyone laughing at him though. Mocking him.

Harrie could feel the room temperature sludge on his lips, a pube touched his tongue as he tried to lick it away. Harrie took a step away, slipping and sliding on the gunk to increased amusement. Finally off the stage, Harrie ran.

SHOWERED WITH PRAISE

Harrie didn't even know if he was crying or not. He felt sick and betrayed and sad and humiliated. Harrie made it to the locker room where he stepped into the showers and turned on the water. He was perfectly aware he was still fully clothed.

The water sluiced over his head and suit.

After a minute, Harrie scrubbed his hands through his hair, breaking the disgusting slop and swiping a hand over his face to remove more of the boy juices from his skin. Harrie pulled off his jacket and dumped it on the floor. Over the next minute, Harrie removed his shoes and socks, his bowtie, his shirt and pants and then his underwear too for good measure.

Harrie sat on the floor feeling miserable while the warm water prattled on his bare skin. He felt despair but not desperation. No, he felt determined now.

"Oh. Hi," said a voice.

Harrie looked up to see Sam.

Sam looked at his naked friend and was... a little turned on. Harrie looked surprisingly good naked. The reason why Harrie was naked made Sam's stomach churn though. Harrie had cleaned the mire from his head and face, but Sam could see the shame and humiliation would neither wash away not clog the drains. Sam stepped into the wet room and splashed to the outside edge of the shower stream to avoid getting wet. He hit the button for the shower and the flow turned off.

"Come on," Sam said as he offered a hand to his best friend.

Harrie took it and stood up and then started to cry.

Sam grabbed him and pulled Harrie into a hug. Even though he was still dressed and Harrie was naked and wet, Sam hugged Harrie like his life depended on it. It felt good. Harrie's skin was warm and soft. Through his clothes, Sam could feel Harrie's soft, long dick. Sam's hand touched Harrie's back and it was all he could do to not swipe down to touch his bare butt.

Harrie seemed to realise his condition and pulled free from the hug, feeling ashamed and exposed. He was both. Harrie wipes his eyes, because he had cried after all. Harrie then covered his soft, limp penis and pushed past Sam, splashing out of the showers and into the main locker room. Sam adjusted his semi-hard dick, smoothed down the front of his now damp suit and shirt and followed Harrie into the locker room.

Harrie found a PHYS ED t-shirt and shorts and pulled them on. They were a size too big and used, but beggars can't be choosers. Harrie found a pair of scruffy sneakers too. They were white once, but now they were caked and cleaned of mud and where the upper met the sole was threadbare. Harrie could see the toes of his right foot appear and disappear when he walked as it flapped open. No wonder they had been thrown away.

Sam watched Harrie get dressed and should have been disappointed he wasn't naked, but Harrie looked even better in the shabby clothes. Harrie eventually sat down heavily on the bench and seethed.

"Harrie? Are you ok?" Sam asked.

Sam knew it was a stupid question, but Harrie appreciated the concern.

"Not really," Harrie admitted.

"I'll call my dad. He can take us home," Sam said.

Harrie looked up at him.

"I'm not going home," Harrie responded adamantly.

"You're not going to go through with your plan? After what just happened?" Sam protested.

"No, because of what just happened!" Harrie asserted ferociously.

"Harrie, take a minute ok?" Sam pacified.

But that was the problem. Good guys like Harrie, or Sam, always took a minute. Thought before they acted. Played it cool. Took it on the chin. Took it like a joke. Don't be a pussy about it. Calm down.

"Fuck that!" Harrie responded. "I'm going to get that tiny little bastard!"

Harrie stood up and walked towards the locker room door. His skin was still damp because he hadn't even towelled dry before dressing. His nipples poked into the t-shirt and drops of water trickled down the back of his thighs from inside the threadbare shorts. The sneakers flapped as he walked.

The prom king would be announced soon and everyone already knew it would be Chris who won the award. Harrie was counting on it. Harrie had planned to pants the horrible bully, but now his plans were more ambitious.

Harrie's revenge would be terrible, relentless, and merciless.

"I'm going to make the whole school see Chris for who he really is..." Harrie promised.

"Harrie!" Sam called to his departing friend.

"...and they're gonna need a microscope!"

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