Taing Over the School

The following story has themes of non-consent sex, humiliation and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of gender, racial, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.

"Hey! You! Motherfucka!" a very loud and furious female voice yells. And I do mean yell. Even though she yells into the weight room where I am, I'm sure anyone inside the school hears her. Her voice even echoes about the empty halls.

With a sigh, I place the weight bar back in the holder, my entire body covered in sweat as I've been working out for quite a while. Because of this, my body feels tense yet tired. Where it feels like doing something physical while at the same time wanting to plop onto a couch and zone out.

As much as I would love to pretend that I don't know who she is yelling at, I know it's me. I know this because I'm the only one in the weight room. Hell, I'm one of the only people left in the school, if not the only one. Everyone else should have left by now, so if there is anyone else here, it'll be a teacher.

Before I sit up, I try hard to reign in my anger and aggression that builds in me from the fury in her voice. Like so many others, the injustice of being yelled at for no reason, or at least not telling me the reason first, pisses me off. I've grown very tired of it, as people feel they can just attack me without talking to me first.

Normally I am really good at taking a moment to calm down when I'm pissed, but that isn't going to happen today. Today has been too much of a day to calm down. Hell, I should have been home hours ago, but I can't leave, which pisses me off even more.

Why has it been such a horrible day? I'll tell you.

Adron, whom is one of my classmates, whom is also a giant asshole that used to bully me every day until I had enough of it, thought he would get some sort of revenge against me. This pisses me off as well, as he acts like he's the victim. That he's done nothing wrong when he used to make my life hell. That by fighting back and giving him what he deserved, I'm the bad guy.

During class change at second period, Adron and his two jackass friends told the school's security that they saw me selling "X" before school. So, the guard tracked me down and searched my backpack in the middle of the hallway with everyone watching. The guy, who takes his job too seriously, yelled and threatened to shoot me and everything.

Then I found that Adon told each of my teachers that I've been cheating. That on tests I cheat by writing the answers and notes on my shoes. He tried to make it seem that this was the only reason I was top of the entire grade, that it had nothing to do with me studying every night.

Later in the day I had several "friends" come up and tell me that Adron told them that I had some funky STDs. That they needed to get checked out so they don't die, and that my dick had turned green from how gross the STDs are.

Last but not least, Adron and his two jackass friends tried to physically jump me after lunch. I have a feeling Adron never would have attacked me if any of his previous plans worked. Since they failed, he did the only thing his pea-brain could think up.

You see, the guard didn't find any drugs on me, which made him look like a fool. The guard was super pissed at this, and I might have made it seem that Adron did it on purpose. That he was fucking with the guard, making it seem like he was a little bitch.

I also planted the idea that Adron and his friends were the ones with the drugs. that they were trying to take me out because I saw them selling to some middle schoolers before school. Of course this wasn't true, but the guard needed a reason to go after Adron and I just gave him one. This made the guard vow to search every crevice that the three had. I'm sure the guard had a good day as I made sure to buy some weed and place it in each of their lockers.

As for my teachers, all but one of my teachers didn't believe that I cheated. I mean, what could I have written down on my shoe to help write an essay on a topic I couldn't have known? Plus, I don't wear cheap tennis shoes that you can write on with no issue. In any case, the one teacher that was sure I cheated mentioned that there was nothing they could do about it anyway, but that they would keep a closer eye on my shoes.

And all the girls that came to tell me about the STDs knew it wasn't true. They knew because if I did have STDs, they would have them too. For the past several weeks, my love life has sort of exploded, with many different girls reaching out to have sex. Oddly enough, most of them want it at school, as if it some kink. Not that I mind at all.

Each girl laughed about it, with them knowing I have gotten into the habit of getting myself checked pretty often, so I know I haven't picked up anything. Plus, I'm not stupid. If they want me to wear a condom, then I wear a condom.

Lastly, Adron's big plan to jump me died just as fast as it started. The three of them were as subtle as a bull in an electronics' store when they tried to sneak up on me in the hallway. Like I wouldn't hear the three of them running, even if they were trying to be quiet.

When I felt them get close enough, I simply turned around and punched the closest one, which was Adron. That single blow, which was a punch to the face, fell the asshole, knocking him out. He may be taller and maybe bigger than most, but the guy is a fucking pussy. A think a punch from a damn eight-year-old could knock his ass out.

With their leader stunned, the other two didn't know what to do. So, I grabbed the smaller one and literally threw him at the other. It was pretty funny when I stopped to think about it later. The poor guy spun in air, his dirty shoes smacking his friend in the face.

Now, I probably should have left it at that. After all the three of them were down. Since we were in the hallways during lunch, there were no teachers nearby so none of us would get in trouble. But I couldn't leave it at that, not after all the bullshit the asshole been putting me through.

To make a point and in hopes this would end him coming after me, I did to something rather extreme. Something I'm not exactly proud of. I, well, ummm, I pissed on him. Yeah, right there in the hallway, right on his face.

After I simply walked off, leaving Adron pissed on, and the other two laying on top of each other as if they were 69'ing. From what I heard, a group of girls came down the stairs not to long after to find them like that, where the three men were laughed at pretty hard.

But, believe it or not, none of that is why I can't go home. Well, I mean I could if I wanted. There's nothing physically holding me back, nor am I in any trouble. The reason is really embarrassing which makes it worse.

About two hours ago the football team came back into the locker room from practice, excited to get to go home. Like every day after practice, everyone was excited to shower, get changed and get the hell out of here. Then, a friend of mine, Big Bill, had to open his fucking mouth.

"Hey pimp, I got those vitamins," Bill told me as he walked up while I was getting out of my dirty uniform.

"Awesome. You're sure they aren't steroids?" I ask Bill, wanting no part of anything illegal. Not so much because it's illegal, but because you don't fuck around with steroids. They can mess you up bad, especially your dick.

"Evan, man, I told you, they're not steroids," Bill tells with an exacerbated sigh. We call him Big Bill because the fucker is massive. The biggest guy in the school for sure.

"It really is just vitamins. I showed you about the program. They're vitamins that will help build muscle mass," Big Bill explains, again.

"Alright..." I say, showing him that I trust him, but it's a thin trust. Big Bill has been known to take part in quick rich schemes. Most everyone on the team has been suckered into some scheme of his and lost money or time because of it.

Bill showed me a pamphlet yesterday that supposedly came from the college his brother goes to. It's some program that is directed towards athletes. A program that helps athletes build clean muscle mass through exercise, a special diet and vitamins. What makes the program different and special is that it is funded via some special government agency.

Big Bill digs into his pocket and pulls out a handful of little clear sealed packets. In each one there's a bunch of pills, all different sizes and shapes. And I hate to admit it, they really do look like vitamins. The same type you would buy at any grocery store.

"Just try it out. My bro says they really work," Bill tells me, pulling out what looks like an old prescription bottle from his pocket. He then opens one of the packets and puts the contents into the bottle.

"Here, keep them in this," Big Bill tells me, tossing the closed prescription bottle. I catch it but give him a strange look.

"That dumbass security guard keeps thinking these are drugs. I doubt that asshole has ever seen a real fucking drug in his life. Probably thinks a joint is something you shove up your ass," Bill tells me, making me laugh, hard. I can very much see the security guard harassing him if he saw those packets.

"But seriously, if you think they help, we can get you signed up. Dionte and Pip are trying it too," Bill tells me, thumbing over his back to two other members of the football team.

"And I'm supposed to let you know, the more people I get signed up for the program, the more my brother earns," Big Bill reveals.

"There it is," I say, understanding fully why he's taking part in this. Like I said, Big Bill is always looking to get rich quick. Except this time I think he may have found a legit program. Well, hope it works out for him.

Bill is one of the good guys here. He's always talked to me from day one, even if I was the only white guy in the school. No matter what was going on, or how bad I was being bullied, he treated me the same while on the field or in the locker room.

Big Bill pockets the rest of his packets, having some trouble getting them back in. He then starts to dig in his backpack where he pulls out a small piece of paper.

"Here, this says what they are and what they do," Bill says, giving me the paper. I don't bother reminding him that he gave me these yesterday. Instead, I read how there are eight pills in each pack. Each one is supposed to help in some way, with all of them targeting a different area. The sheet goes into detail about each one, and how you are supposed to drink a lot of water with them.

"Thanks man, I really appreciate it," I tell Bill. To this we fist bump, and he walks off, no doubt to try and get someone else to sign up. Sure each, I see him digging in his pocket again, pulling out another packet.

I open the bottle and empty the pills inside into my hands. Hoping I don't regret this, I reach down for my bottled water and start to swallow the pills two at a time. I'm not really worried as this does seem legit for the most part. And thankfully, most of the pills don't have a taste, while others taste nasty.

Then I notice that there's more than eight pills, as there is a single pill left. Not thinking much of it, I look at the blue pill for a second than swallow it as well. I figure they must have included two of the same to get the right dosage, as I thought one of the other pills were blue as well.

"Hey man, I didn't happen to leave a blue pill in that bottle, did I?" Big Bill asks, coming back to me in a hurry.

"Shit. What the fuck Bill? What was it?" I ask, turning the bottle upside down showing I took all of them. I then glare at him, fearing that I've just been drugged. That any moment I'm going to start tripping.

"Damn man, that was my last one. I forgot I put it in that bottle," Bill says, making me rather annoyed as instead of being concerned about drugging me, he acts as if everything is ok. That I've bothered him instead of him drugging me.

"Nah man, nothing like that," Bill tells me once he sees my expression, even waving off my concerns. This oddly makes me feel better as I know he wouldn't be so calm if he really did give me something serious. If he knew my life was endangered, he would have picked me up and made his own path to get me to the hospital.

"It's just, ya dick going be hard for a while," Bill says in a casual manner, as if this isn't important. He then starts to look rather dejected, as if really sad he didn't get to take the damn pill.

"Make my dick hard? What? What the fuck you talking about?" I ask, confused.

"Motherfucker, was that a Viagra?" I ask excitedly, but under my breath. To this I lean over and grab him, shocked that he would have that damn drug. Why would an 18-year-old, prime of his sexual life male need with fucking Viagra?

Bill just shrugs as if saying without words it isn't a big deal. That I'm the one whose is tripping by the way I'm acting.

"What the fuck?! Why the fuck do you have Viagra?" I ask, leaning in so no one else hears this messed up conversation. Despite being upset with him, I don't want to embarrass him if he really is having troubles down there.

But Bill smiles wide. It's a happy and real smile, showing he's not ashamed of taking Viagra at all. In fact, from the way he looks, I think he likes to tell people. I mean, his face really lights up.

"Don't have to need it to love it, man," Bill proclaims happily. To this I stare at him in shock and awe. And that ladies and gentlemen, is Big Bill. There'll never be anyone else like him.

"You ain't got to worry. It'll wear off in a few hours. Anyway, I got to go. I'm supposed to meet up with Nicole. Only I guess it's going to be WITHOUT my special little pill," Bill says, looking at me as if I took his pill on purpose.

To this he walks off, leaving me to stare at him in disbelief. Then, unable to help myself, I laugh. Bill is one of those people that I'm not sure if I'm happy or upset that he's in my life.

A good fifteen minutes later, my dick was at full mast. It was a boner that refused to leave. Thank goodness I had showered before it took effect, otherwise that would be rather embarrassing. I didn't want to be known as the weirdo that got a hardon in the showers. Instead, I had to sit on the bench, playing with my cell while in my towel as that was the only way to really hide that my dick was hard.

Once the locker room cleared out, I did get changed, but there was yet another problem. That problem was all I had to wear were gym shorts. No jeans or anything else that could, well, hide my little problem. All my shorts made my hard dick poke out, as if it was a divining rod leading me forward. Since my cock is a respectable size, it's not like I could hide the tent in my shorts.

Not wanting people to see me like this, I went to the weight room and decided to work out until my hard-on left. Thankfully I have been working out in the weight room every day after school, which the coaches are cool with. Since I've put on a bit of muscle in the past few months, they are happy to let me do this.

So, for the past hour, I've been in the weight room, alone, working out hard in hopes my "rager" finally leaves. Having never taken Viagra before, I have no clue when it'll go down. At the moment, I get scared it may never and I'll have to go like this to the damn hospital in hopes they know how to stop it.

Coming back to the situation at hand, where I'm being yelled at by some strange woman, I sit up on the wight bench to see who is yelling at me. To this I am surprised as it a forty-something year old woman. From the sound of her voice, I thought for sure she was a student here as she has a lot of passion and attitude.

"Can I help you?" I ask, confused as I've never seen her before. I really have no clue who she is, or who she may be related to. My only guess is she is yet another family member come to confront me about getting someone in the family pregnant. That has happened more than once now.

"Nah, nah. Leave it! Leave it, please, Ma. Ma. Leave it," I hear someone begging the woman from the hallway. The voice, which I recognize but can't place, is very much pleading to the woman to stop. For her to leave right now and drop what she's attempting to do.

The black woman, who is dressed in athletic gear herself, comes storming inside the weight room, very much looking for a fight. Her body is thick and strong, showing she must work out a lot. From the look of her, she may be able to out bench a lot of guys on the football team.

The unknown woman marches towards me, darting between all the equipment, but then pauses once close. Her eyes dart down as she looks at me, where she notices my hard-on tenting my gym shorts. As there's no way of hiding my hard dick under my shorts or pretending she didn't see it, I just shrug as there's not much I can do. So I stay as I am, hard dick and all as I look at her, wondering what in the world she wants.

"You think you can disrespect my little boy, you little white shit?!" the woman yells, walking even closer to me.

Her fury is reaching a peak and I have no doubt she's about to attack. But on purpose I remain as I am, sitting on this weight bench, looking up at her. I stay calm and don't give her any satisfaction of seeing me concerned. I am concerned through. Sure, I may be bigger and stronger, but she seems the type that has been in way more fights than I have.

"Maybe. Who's your son?" I ask, knowing it'll just piss her off. I have no clue who she is, or why she's mad, but she's just pissed me off. I know whatever reason why she's doing this is going to be because of some bullshit.

"You know who the fuck you are talking to?!" the woman declares with passion, and for a moment I get worried she might be someone important. Someone like a politician or cop that can make my life difficult. She certainly has the attitude of someone like that. What's that saying? Smile like a princess with the confidence of a bitch?

"I will cut that dick off and make you eat it, you understand me? Fuck with my boy one more damn time and see if I'm playing!" the woman threatens with that large amount of attitude.

I open my mouth to apologize, even if I'm upset, but then I see movement in the door frame. I see someone lean over to see what's happening in the room, clearly not wanting to be seen. When I spot who it is, he darts out of the way, pretending as if I didn't see him.

Instantly, everything changes. Any sort of apology I may have had dies on my tongue. All the anger and rage I had for what had been done to me returns, compounded by the events of the day. In a flash I know I'm not going to take anything from Adron, or his mom.

"Heya Adron. How's the face?" I call out with a laugh, both of us knowing I pissed on it.

As it so often happens of late, my normal personality seems to go into the background of my mind, and that darker, more dominant part of me steps forward. Where I know I am in the right and therefore won't put up with bullshit. That I'm not going to stand by and let this bitch try to abuse me like so many others did, when I did nothing wrong. Not when her loser son is the reason he got his ass beat.

"Let me guess. Little darling Adron, told you I was picking on him?" I ask her with a smug smile.

This seems to be the last straw for her. The woman steps up to slap me, and through I could easily block it, I let her hit me. Her hard slap hits me hard on the side of my face, stinging badly as it does. It's a very hard blow, especially as she put some force behind it, but on purpose I no-sell it. Instead, I keep looking at her, barely moving.

"I bet your precious little boy left out all the shit he put me through. Correction, him and his loser friends, as we both know he's too much of a coward to do anything by himself," I tell her, now standing up slowly.