[Fiction] Sociopath

[dirtstainz]

The boys had practically fought with one another to vacate the changing rooms as soon as possible. P.E. had been the final class of the day and, given it was the beginning of the weekend, everyone was dying to get back into their uniforms and out of the school quicker than anyone else. All but one.

Matty was standing topless in a dark corner of the room. He had hidden in the toilets until the other boys had left to avoid the relentless teasing they usually gave him about his long hair and feminine frame. Last week, one boy had bent him over one of the benches in the room and pretended to fuck him like a bitch in front of everyone else. They had all laughed. They had laughed even harder when the boy then stole his shorts and pushed him out of the door and into the busy halls of the school in just his briefs. Matty couldn't really catch a break in that hell-hole, so he just tried to avoid everyone. It was the easiest way.

He was thinking about that very event and gritting his teeth when he heard a faint noise behind him, somewhere in the dark recesses of the large room. It was filled with benches and lockers, and had a small area for showers. Anyone could be hiding in one of those places out of Matty's sight. “Hello?”, he asked timidly, “Mr Johnstone, is that you?”

“No.” A boy walked out from the shower area, dressed in only a pair of loose boxers and carrying a large bag. He was around 6 foot tall, and reasonably well built. His brown hair sat messy atop his head. Matty thought he looked like a cross between a swimmer and the frontman for some shitty indie rock band. He was intimidating though.

“I've been watching you for a while now, and I don't just mean today. I've seen you around the school, and even sometimes outside of it. I'm a couple of years above you, so you may not recognise me, but yeah, I definitely know you.” His eyes glinted mischievously as he spoke. He looked like he had just played a huge prank and was waiting for the other boy to realise.

“Uh, okay. Well that's nice but I really have to go, so -” Matty said, as he began to leave the changing rooms, still topless. He felt his shoulder being grabbed firmly when he turned his back on the older boy.

“Not so fast, Matthew. You haven't even changed your trousers yet.” His hand slid onto Matty's back as he spoke, and slowly down until it rested gently on his pert ass. The use of his full name gave Matty a strange chill – no one called him that except his mother, and that was only when he was misbehaving. “Anyway, if you think I am letting you go then you're sadly mistaken. I've been waiting a long time to get you alone.”

The younger boy trembled at the contact. He didn't know whether the feeling was fear or anticipation. Was he starting to succumb to this random boy's dominant charm?

“I don't even know your name and you're touching me like that. What do you want?” He made no move to displace the hand from his butt.

“My name is Lee, Matthew, and I am defined in clinical terms as a sexual sociopath. Do you know what that means?”

“N-no...” Matty's heart began to pound at the mention of the word sociopath. This couldn't be good.

Lee's hand, still resting on Matt's ass suddenly contracted, swiftly and painfully gathering the younger boys cheek. He pulled Matty towards him. “It means I am going to make you squeal like a fucking pig.”