RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

I'm not sure if this is from my hand or just my faking it still. I think it's a mix of both. I can't help myself. I'm turned on, just remembering what he did to me, thinking about everything I want to do to him, it's driving me fucking insane.

I pull up his final photo again so I can look at the amazing creature I'm imagining.

"Baby, I need you so much..."

I sound like a bad love song. I'm moaning loudly, low throaty moans. My eyes are only half open, just enough so that I can see the picture in front of me.

"When I get back. Want you. Want all of you."

I'm promising things I don't know if I can follow up on but fuck I want to try. As another throaty moan is torn from me, I can hear a door slamming shut.

"Fuck!!!"

I pull my hand from my pants and delete everything on the screen - Matt giving me a cheat thing to do that, thank God.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

I down the rest of my drink and zip up my pants, silently thanking somebody for the many hallways in this place. I close all the message windows and do everything I possibly can to cover my tracks just as my dad appears in the doorway...

I rub furiously at my dick, humping my hand as I do so. My eyes are closed and my head thrown back, biting my lip as I whimper to myself. I listen to Brian's moans of pleasure, driving me insane.

I suddenly hear him yell out, amusing that he's just come with a loud scream is enough to let my own orgasm envelope me. I knew I wouldn't last long. I groan out his name as I feel my essence leave me.

MICK'S BITCH ;]: aso goos/

I try to type out and press enter but I suddenly hear the computer bleep at me and I can't hear Brian's moaning anymore.

I open my eyes and look at the screen in confusion. Brian's not signed in anymore and all the connections between his IP address and my own have being disconnected.

"Brian?" I say in a slow whimper.

Shit, I've got him into trouble, haven't I?

[[I dun wanna hurt Brian! :( Jumping forward or something?]]

[[But he's gotta get hurt somewhen!! Haha. But yeah sure, but whaaaaat?]]

[[Um, I don't really have any ideas for the current time frame. Could have the holidays ending? I dunno. NEw student turning up?]]

[[*has a think* I think we will need to change the time frame, maybe fast forward a little. But... I can't think of anyone to have. Someone meeting up with Mr Matt Tuck, maybe Mick or someone? Even though I haven't planned and/or made his character yet. I shall do that now.]]

[[Haha, Mick scarring another one for life. Or Matt being worse than Mick... another cam-whore? LoL, I'm brainstorming. Should be fun. Yeah, sounds good to me, it's an idea after all!]]

[[Had to make a new damn email for him! Sad

I will have to think about his character. What haven't we got yet?]]

[[An actual straight man. LoL. Um, I dunno. We've got a lot of the main characters quirks covered.]]

[[I think straight with a little homophobia in the midst of things. But maybe a shy boy?]]

[[Sounds good to me. A shy little homophobe. Awww. :(]]

So school's about to start again and everything's totally been turned upside fucking down. Zacky's not slept with anyone in at least a week, not for want of trying. I've got a broken nose for attempting give him a New Years blow job while he was sleeping. He's totally ruined my profile!!!

Matt's avoiding Alex. I wish he would just get the hell over him already. Maybe then I'd have a chance, apparently he's a beast in the bedroom. My favourite kind. I knew those muscles were for more than making him look pretty.

Jacoby's also been brooding, worrying about the evil He-Bitch Of Death. I don't know what he's so worried about, s'not like Brian's going to cheat on him. Kid probably wouldn't be able to find a penis on someone else.

And I've just been hiding away, keeping my grossly disfigured nose away from the general public. I even had to stay in on New Years! I am so not impressed.

*****

I continue refreshing my MySpace. I've had no messages for over fifteen minutes. Something's not right. It's my nose. I'm sure of it. Word has got out over how disgusting it looks and I'm losing my credibility! I'm going to need to try and talk Brody into a nose job again. Corey just laughed it off. Fat fuck, just because he'll never be as stunning as me.

"Come on!!! Don't make me post another bulletin!"

I hug my mom as I pull my bags from the boots of our beat up old pick up truck. I smile weakly at her as tears brim in her eyes. I really don't want to leave her like this, but it was her idea. I'll be save here, he can't get to me when I'm here.

I tell her that I'll be fine and that everything will be OK. She merely smiles at me before kissing me on the cheek and wishing me all the luck for the future. Even though I will be coming home for Easter, even if I have to travel on the back of a freakin' donkey or something.

I pick up my bags as my mom climbs back into the pick up truck, having to start it up twice before it actually decides to work for her. I watch from the side of the road as she drives away, smiling and waving to me as she passes.

I sigh as I look up at the giant school before me. I'm not sure why I'm even here. All I know is that I have to be protected from my mom's last boyfriend, and this was the only school with security that would take me. My grades aren't exactly amazing, plus the fact this place is free to attend.

I pick up my bags and make my way into the grounds, smiling at a group of guys by the doors at the front, all smoking. Ive got some bad vibes about this place already, but I have to stay positive. All look for some guy called Mick or Jacky. I can't quite remember what the woman over the phone said. But, I guess I better ask someone.

They can't be that bad, can they?

I slam my laptop shut violently. This is going to ruin my life. I'm hideous. I'm going to have to try and bring crooked noses back. I put my computer under the desk and grab a bandanna from the side of my bed. I wrap it round my face, I'm a total bandit. Normally of the ass variety so it fits pretty well.

I head out of my room, with every intention of seducing someone just to prove how hot I really am. While I do so, I try and think of anyone attractive with a crooked nose.

Owen Wilson?

I walk into the high ceilinged hallway, putting my bags down onto the floor and sitting on my suitcase.

The guys outside were more than helpful, one guy, who seemed quite friendly to me, was very helpful. Telling me about what Mick looked like, but they didn't know who Jacky was. So, I had to settle for the description of this Mick guy. But he seemed pretty cool by his description.

Red and black hair, always perfectly made up [why?], hair perfectly symmetrical, clothes very tight, has a very high pitched voice and very, very friendly.

So, now I'm sat here on my suitcase, people looking at me as I look out for this guy. I hope he's nice.

I walk down the grand staircase, looking for anyone who's not reeling at me in disgust. I've screamed at too many people already. I know I'm a freak, they don't have to rub it in!

As I get part way down the stairs, I see an unfamiliar body - and I'm familiar with most bodies in this place. I smirk to myself. He looks very nice, smooth and lithe. Or I'm sure he would be under that outfit at least. Pullable hair. Mmmm.

I walk up behind him and rest a hand on his shoulder, raising an eyebrow at him. My eyes are set to "Cream In Your Jeans". I'm choosing not to talk, it's muffled and I have to pull the bandanna off to explain myself. I'm not doing that.

I look up wide eyed, wondering who's patting me on the shoulder. I mean, no one knows who I am in this place. Ooooh, maybe it's that Mick guy or Jacky, or whatever his name is.

I smile when I realise that it's Mick, he's wearing a bandana around his face. This makes him look more like an emo kid or a gangster. I thought he'd just be an artsy kid or something.

"Oh hi. You must be Mick, I'm Matt but you can call me Tuckers, all my friends do," I smile as I stand up, hoping I'm not being overly friendly.

I hold my hand out for him to shake with a smile on my face.

Tuckers, eh? Suspiciously rhyming with 'Fuckers'. His face is almost as hot as the rest of him. Not that it really matters, as long as he has a mouth, I don't care where it is. Or what it looks like.

He doesn't seem to be falling for my charms though. Hmmm, a tough nut. I can break him, I've broken others. I can get this guy too. I pull the bandanna off my face, praying he doesn't notice my disfigurement.

"Tuckers? New kid?"

"Erm, yeah," I smile before taking my hand away with a cough.

I knew I was being a little too friendly.

"So, erm, I have no idea where I'm going so... do you think you could give me a little tour? Just so I don't end up walking in on anyone changing or something," I laugh a little.

I am starting to ramble here. I need to shut up and just let him speak now.

A slow devious smile comes across my face, hopefully that won't be the only thing by the end of the hour.

"Of course, I'll take you to the most important place, then everywhere else will follow."

I pull him to his feet, smiling all the while, especially when I notice how big said feet are. Ah, someone up there does love me. Or down there. I've not quite decided what religion I'm choosing yet. Unless there's one dedicated to me.

Mickism.

Hmm, I should look into that.

Wow, he seems eager to show me around. So much that he's literally yanking me to my feet.

"Awww, cool thanks," I say as I pick up my bags.

"So, what year are you in? Like, 9th, 10th, 11th Grade? Or is it different here?" I ask him, wanting to know as much as possible now so I don't seem like an idiot to someone.

I mean, he seems nice, he'd be happy to help me and not laugh at me.

"We're in the traditional grade system technically but we all get taught togwether.It's amazing how many of us manage to pass!" I say, trying not to sound too bored - the academic side of this place isn't my strong suit, "I'm 17, so I'm a third year. We leave at 18 or stick around to terrorize other students. They've had people upto the age of 20 around here."

I smile remembering my first encounter with one of the older boys, bastard left a week after he'd been with me. That was good. He was very good. With age comes experience.

I lead Tuckers up the stairs, "Okay, stars, everything is accessible from here. Cafeteria's down there though as is the semi-abandoned pool and showers. I'd avoid them if I were you, the big doomed romance of the school is all happening down there."

"Riiiiight," I say as we walk along the corridors, me sort of behind him.

Doomed Romance? But, there's no girls in this place, how can their be a romance? Unless... Ooohh...

I look around me down the corridor, watching as boys from all sorts of cliques run back and forth down the thin hallway. Some are just standing around outside dorms. Some are just making out a...WHAT?! MAKING OUT?! What the fuck?!

I can't help but stare with my eyes wide at two guys, sat on the floor, stroking and kissing.

"Errrr... Mick?"

I turn round to face him, noting the look of sheer horror on his face. Have we got ourselves another straight boy? Hmmm. I fall back into step with him and sling an arm around his shoulder.

"Yes, sweetness?" I ask, a sickly, sweet smile on my face. It's probably most likely very lecherous rather than sweet.

I'm beginning to get tired of straight boys. Sure they're fun to turn but after that they're just very... dull. They're all go through that emo "I'm so tortured and confused" phase. Honestly, I never had that. I knew the second I saw my first naked man that I was gay. Never mind that I was 7 and it was my foster dad at the time.

"Erm, those dudes were kissing," I say as I point towards the two guys that are now stroking each others faces.

I turn back to Mick, looking back at his face which has got some sort of sweet smile on his lips, "That was, some sort of joke. Right? You guys are just trying to freak me out."

I laugh a little nervously under my breath as we continue to walk down the hall way, which seems to get darker at the end.

Oooh GOD, what other horrors am I going to encounter?

» "St. Luke's Reform School" Discussion Post