Brief Encounters

****The following story is fiction and the characters are all over the age of 18*****

Brief Encounters Anthology

Chapter 16

Taming the Beast

In life, there are many antithesis--rival factions, oppositions, such as Democrats and Republicans, Cats and Dogs, The LA Lakers and the Boston Celtics, and the classic, Nerds and Bullies---always at each other's throats. However, with the bully, they are the dominant side, oppressing the weaker, more fragile, side. But very rarely do the tides turn. Rarely does the Nerd hold power over the bully. The bully could be substantial, more intelligent, or hotter than the Nerd, but their weakness is always their ego.

An ego that is often as fragile as their victim.

It's funny how life can turn these types of tropes upside down.

This was something I got to experience.

The sound of a fist hitting the metal surface of the locker beside me echoed through the locker room. I felt the ringing in my ear but I refrained from showing any weakness. My bully, Jacob, stood before me, his fist inches from my ear, his body standing before me, emanating angry heat. If this were a cartoon, his face would be cherry red and steam would be coming from his ears. It was my fault, I had tested the beast which resulted in an aggressive reaction. One I was pleased with.

Instead of showing fear, I smiled, which seemed to agitate Jacob further.

His face turned redder somehow. A vein was certainly going to bust.

The locker room was empty. It was just us standing under the illumination of a single light. It was a bit romantic in a way. At least to me, perhaps to Jacob, it was a way for him to intimidate me more. But the thing with me was that I wasn't afraid of Jacob. Over the last four years of high school, Jacob bullied me. He had given me multitudes of wedgies during that time. As well as pouring milk on me, shoved me into lockers, and once he locked me in the basement of the gym.

Because of Jacob, much of my allowance went to buying new underwear.

I always wondered why me? What did I ever do to Jacob Newman? We were both the same age, 18. I never understood why he loved to bully me. I wasn't fragile or nerdy-looking like the rest of his victims. I was tall and athletic, thanks to my years of playing basketball. Jacob was on the football team, rightfully so. The man loved to shove and touch other men after all.

But despite having many victims, I was always the one he loved to pick. A theory of mine was that perhaps Jacob was secretly gay for me. It was common for the bully to turn out to be gay. But this level of hostility was intriguing to me. It almost felt as if he were using this hostility as a way to vent his sexual desires for me.

I'd often laugh at myself for thinking of such an idea.

Perhaps the poor boy was afraid to manifest the courage to come out to me.

Now, you're probably asking why I am standing in a low-illuminated room with my bully, who is possibly secretly gay. Well, let me tell you, it's because I know a secret about Jacob.

A few weeks before graduation:

With graduation on the horizon, I was happy to leave Jacob's bullying behind me. I was grateful to have been accepted to a college different from his. Otherwise, the bullying wouldn't stop at high school.

It was three weeks from graduation when I found out something about Jacob. I was in the library studying when I heard Jacob and his two friends, Joseph and Miguel, walk in. The trio were talking loud and the librarian quickly shushed them. The trio went silent and continued their walk into the library. I sat at the far end of the library; a more private space.

My plan was to ignore them and continue to study, but something told me my plan was going to fail.

From the corner of my eye, I saw the trio of friends sit at the table and start looking at their phones. I continued to read, they hadn't spotted me. Which was good. I didn't want to attract their attention. The briefs I had on were brand new and I didn't want them destroyed by my bully.

Unfortunately, my solitude didn't last very long.

Jacob somehow spotted me and walked down the aisle of books that lead to my location. I raised my textbook in hopes he wouldn't spot me. From the top of the book, I saw Jacob's fingers. He pulled the textbook onto the surface of the table, yanking it away from my grip, "Hey there, Nathan. My favorite little bitch to play with."

I rolled my eyes, "What do you want now, Jacob? If you want this book, I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't think you've attained this reading level."

Jacob's face quickly turned red from anger, "What did you say, shit stain?"

"Such primitive words," I spat out.

Jacob tossed the book and grabbed me by the shirt, yanking me off my seat. Our faces were inches from one another. The anger was intense, I had to admit. However, I kept my composure, refusing to give into his aggressive actions. He knew if he did anything, he would be suspended, especially in Mrs. Berrycloth's library.

"Ahem," the voice of my savior said.

There she stood beside us. The tall thin woman stood there with her arms folded across her chest. Her black round glasses and raven hair in a ponytail complimented her fair skin. She wore a grassy plain colored dress that ran down to her ankles. "Mr. Newman and Mr. Page, what is the meaning of this?"

"Oh, you know, the usual bullying from Jacob," I said.

Mrs. Berrycloth shook her head, "I can see that, but did you agitate him with your comments again? You two settle this now, or I will get the Dean involved."

Jacob's fist softened, "Fine," he shoved me back. The momentum caused me to crash into the chair and onto the floor.

"Mr. Newman!" she nearly yelled, almost breaking the library rule.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm out of here."

"Actually, not yet Mr. Newman, for throwing a book you must pay a fine."

"Fuck that!" he spat out.

"Shall I get your mother in here?" was her retort.

I bit my lower lip to prevent a smile, or a comment. Who knew what Jacob would do if I agitated him further.

Jacob looked at me for a moment, possibly thinking if it was worth the effort to ignore Mrs. Berrycloth's order. "Fine, whatever," he spat out. Jacob grabbed his backpack which had fallen from his shoulder during the confrontation, then he stomped down the hallway. I noticed his backpack was open and told him that. All I got was an angry look from him and he continued his way.

Mrs. Berrycloth gave me a side-eye look and said, "Mr. Page, might I suggest not 'poking the bear' prior to graduation. You both would get in trouble."

I smirked, "Of course, Mrs. Berrycloth. I wouldn't dream of it."

Her eyes narrowed as if she didn't believe me, but her lips never parted. She walked away leaving me to pick up where I left off. Jacob's little tantrum caused my papers to fall onto the floor as well as my textbooks. I knelt down to collect my belongings. Under the textbook, I noticed a small notebook with a lock on it. It wasn't mine. Could it have been Jacob's?

I popped my head out over the table and saw Jacob and his friends at the counter attending to the transaction. Did Jacob keep a journal? I wondered what it contained. I tucked it into my backpack for a later inspection then returned to studying.

When Jacob and his friends finally left, I stuck around for a few more minutes to make sure the coast was clear.

At home, I showered and ate, then went to my bedroom to get some rest. It was always a good day to come home without a wedgie. There was one time Jacob had given me a wedgie so strong that it had caused bleeding. The days after were terrible as it was hard to use the restroom. I had also learned to stop wearing white briefs because of that. Instead, I started buying colored briefs. I even went out of the way to buy cheaper briefs that I would wear to school only.

It was ludacris to go to great lengths just to avoid problems.

I wondered if he got off from destroying my underwear.

My eyes widened as I remembered the notebook. Perhaps there it could tell me more about Jacob's intentions. Why did a guy with room temperature IQ have a journal?

I walked around the room in just a pair of red shorts and reached into my backpack to retrieve the notebook. Next, I sat on the bed and inspected the lock. It was a combination lock. I started with his birthday, 315. I only remembered his birthday because it was the Ides of March, the day Julius Caesar was assassinated in 44 BCE. The lock didn't open however. I had never even seen a notebook like this. I thought of his football number, 27, but it was a 3 number combination. It felt like I would be here all night trying to open it and I didn't have bolt cutters.

My back rested against the headboard as I stared at the calendar trying to figure out what the combination could be. It wasn't his birthday nor his football number, I had tried putting in 27 as the first two numbers then tried all 10 numbers, then I did it in reverse with 27 being the latter of the combination.

Jacob's fascination with me was quite unusual and part of me believed he was gay for me. Could it be that I was the key? I was the combination? I ran my thumb on the dials until I reached the number 117.

My heart skipped a beat when the lock opened.

The combination to his lock was my birthday.

I opened the notebook and saw the few pages were empty. "What? This doesn't make sense," I said as I skimmed through the pages. Then finally I found some contents. The first entry was dated September 27th and on the top right of the page in the subject line it said, "Senior Year," in bold.

Did he have one for each year?

It was a short passage.

"I noticed he switched briefs. He doesn't wear the white ones anymore, today he wore some red Hanes classic briefs." a drawn frowning emoji was next to it. My eyes widened. Was he keeping track of my underwear?

I turned to another page.

"I saw it!!! While he was changing in the locker room, I finally saw it. Years of waiting have paid off. It was just like how I'd imagine it."

At first, I didn't know what he meant, but then it dawned on me. Jacob was talking about my dick.

I turned another page, eager to read another entry.

The date was this year. The entire page was covered in words; the top was titled "The Dream."

"I dreamt that we had sex. It was the hottest thing ever. He dominated me; he shoved his cock into my throat. I'd grab his firm soft butt cheeks while he bent over to pull on my briefs, giving me a wedgie," As I continued to read, my cock began to grow in my shorts. I was getting turned on by this journal entry. The entirety of the dream was written, back and front, across four pages. Ultimately, he admitted that he took some liberties with the dream's documentation. But still, it was so hot. I continued to read more pages, learning more about my bully and his fantasies.

One thing I noticed through the entries is that he never mentions me by name. There are descriptions of me and even accounts of certain days that I certainly remember. But never is my name written. It had to be a security reason, if this were to fall into the wrong hands, they could easily tell it was me by name. It must've been the same reason why the first couple of pages were left blank. I wondered if his friends knew about his sexual feelings? Were they gay too? I hadn't seen either of them hold a relationship since freshman year.

As I skimmed through more pages, another interesting passage stood out to me. The date was April 17th. A sad emoji was drawn at the top of the page.

"Today, I found out that he isn't going to the same college as me. He's going outside of Los Angeles, further north. I can't believe it! I hoped we would go to the same college; there I could profess my love for him. Away from the burden of being a bully."

My heart was pounding as I read each word. I couldn't believe it, my bully, my tormentor for the last four years has had a secret love for me.

The hellish brute was in love with me.

Jacob's method of showing me love was terrible. But part of me understood. Coming out was the hardest thing to do as a gay man. I struggled with it myself for years. I was fortunate to have the support of my friends and family. However, someone like Jacob, who lived with a tough exterior and surrounded himself with like-minded people, I understood the reluctance to come out. And I knew that his family was heavy on the religious aspect.

I couldn't believe it, but I felt sorry for Jacob.

Despite being my bully, Jacob was actually an attractive man. Tall and muscular, short brown hair, with hazel eyes. His face was always clean shaven. I had to admit there were sexual dreams about us. But I never guessed they would come into fruition.

I was about to close the journal when I noticed a page with a drawing on it. On the upper right corner, there was a drawn Tighty-whitey brief. Below it was an entry. It was April 20th, a few days after the last entry.

"I did it! I bought some more tighty-whities. Normally, I order them online. But I had the urge to buy them in store. I went to Wal-mart and bought myself a nine-pack. When I went to the cashier, he was about my age. I watched him as he scanned the underwear. I have to admit, I was nervous. What was he going to say or do when he scanned it? Well, he did something. He smirked and laughed a little as he scanned the item, then bagged it. The moment was brief, pun intended, but I felt a little humiliation. It felt so good. I wonder what ran across his mind. I drew another image about the experience."

Jacob was an artist?

I continued reading:

"Unfortunately, I can only wear these the days I don't have practice. Otherwise, I would be laughed at in the locker room. Something I wasn't ready for, but one day I will do it."

The man had an odd fetish; that was for sure.

I flipped through the pages and found the art section at the end of the journal. A few pages were in the back covered with art. A few drawings were men wearing tighty-whities. One was just like Jacob described his trip to Wal-Mart, it was him standing at the cashier in just his tighty-whities while the cashier across from him scanned the underwear while also wearing tighty-whities. At the back of the book there was a drawing that stuck out to me, it was two guys sitting on a bench holding hands wearing nothing but tighty-whities. One of them was Jacob while the other looked thinner and had black hair. The features were similar to me.

Who would've thought that Jacob had a good skill for drawing. Perhaps there was a brain under all that pretentious brawn. He definitely had a heart; a heart for me.

One little notebook allowed me to enter the mind of my bully. There was so much I could do with this, perhaps I can plan some revenge. But would that be right? I sighed, "Why do I have to have a moral compass?" I said to myself

I tossed the book into my backpack and went to bed.

Coincidentally, today was the day Jacob didn't have practice. So I wondered if he was wearing his tighty-whities. I still couldn't believe what I had learned in that book. After Algebra II, I walked behind Jacob and his two friends. My eyes were glued to his waistband hoping I'd catch a glimpse of his tighty-whities. His blue-jeans did a good job of denying me such a view.

But still, I insisted on following until I caught the white waistband. Thankfully, it was the last period so I had time to find out.

The trio were walking towards the football field when it finally happened. Jacob stretched and raised his arms up causing his shirt to rise up. I saw the white waistband that read "Fruit of the Loom," the brand of the underwear. Just below the waistband I could see the cotton of the underwear.

My heart began to beat faster.

I overheard that his two friends were going to go home and that Jacob was going to linger around a bit more. Suddenly, a plan came to mind. A risky one. One that could result in a painful conclusion.

With no one around, I paced forward until I caught up to the trio. I reached for the sides of Jacob's pants and pulled down. It felt like time had slowed down. Jacob didn't wear snug pants so it was easy to pants him. Jacob stopped in shock. Miguel and Joseph stopped as well and saw that Jacob had his pants around his knees with his tighty-whities fully exposed. Before Jacob could do anything, I reached for the waistband of his briefs and pulled on them. The underwear slipped in between his cheeks.

Jacob cried out as I gave him a wedgie. Something that felt so good to give him in return. I had pulled so hard that nearly the entire underwear was out. In the span of a few seconds, Miguel and Joseph looked surprised, then they realized what happened and started laughing. I let go of the underwear and time resumed. Jacob turned to me with his face tomato red. He looked at me then at his two friends. He shoved them both and told them to fuck off.

Jacob turned to me and the anger emanated from his body. It felt like a heater was turned on.

"Oh shit," I spat out.

Jacob lunged towards me, but thanks to my nimbleness from being on the basketball team, I was able to dodge.

I ran.

Jacob pulled up his pants and darted after me, alone. The two boys cheered him on. I gulped as I realized I pissed off the wide-receiver on the football team; someone who can catch up to me.

Realizing that I had made a huge mistake, I ran towards the football field hoping I would lose him there. I ran across the empty field and turned around the corner of the gym auditorium. Jacob wasn't too far behind me, my plan was to dip into the locker room and hope he wouldn't follow.

Once I rounded the corner again, I dipped into the doorway and entered the locker room. I waited behind the door and looked through the window to see Jacob run past it. I was safe.

I had to get out of here. I clearly made a mistake, but at the same time, what did I expect? He wouldn't react differently in front of his friends.

I went to my locker and opened it, then began to grab some things I needed to take home.

A clashing sound echoed through the locker room. To the right of my head was a fist; the source of the noise. My heart skipped a beat as I knew who it was; Jacob. Slowly, I turned around to see the fuming beast. Face red as a tomato with enough anger emanating from his body for it to fill a sauna.

The single ceiling light beamed down above us. Like I said earlier, it was almost romantic.

Jacob's body was inches from mine. I could feel his heavy breathing. A thin layer of sweat that covered his face from the chase. My heart was pounding and it was deafening. But outside, I was sturdy. Unwilling to show any weakness to my bully. I had stepped too far and violated and embarrassed him in front of his friends like the many times he did to me. What was going to be my reward? A punch to a face? Another strong wedgie that will leave my underwear torn and blood coming from my rectum? Perhaps he would do both? Part of me wanted to know, perhaps I liked it to an extent. Especially after learning about him last night.

I grinned.

"What's so funny? I'm about to pound you to pulp," Jacob said through his teeth.

"I'd calm down, if I were you," I said calmly, for a fraction of a second my nervousness came out.

"Or what?" He slammed the locker next to me with the palm of his hand.

My right hand moved forward and cupped the bulge in his pants. Jacob's eyes grew wide as he stepped back, "What the fuck are you doing faggot?"

It seemed I would have to reveal my knowledge of his notebook. "What? You didn't get turned on by getting a wedgie in front of your friends? The embarrassment you felt having them see you in your tighty-whities?"

"No, I don't wearTighty-whities, like you loser!!" he spat out. I could see some confusion and even worry on his face.