Kyle looked out at the nine guys before him and asked, "You can speak and move again, so who's next."
Chad Masters came rushing forward. Not eating for a command, he stripped off his football jersey and pants and stood before Kyle in his thong. "That'll be $200!" He said with a grin. "Now I ain't gay, so don't make me do any of that queer stuff. Just give me a bunch of money and make my dick huge."
Kyle's mouth dropped. He was at a complete loss of words. Was he this stupid. After seeing all that shit, he wanted to jump up and taunt him. He thought to himself, "This is the problem with doing nice things for people. Everybody forgets that you're a ruthless bastard with a grudge."
"Well!?" Chad said with more impatience than he needed.
Chad has never personally victimized Kyle like some of these other guys. Rather, he was a cancer to the school itself. Chad thought of himself as a fun class clown, somebody who could get away with saying and doing crazy shit just because of who he was. In his mind, he was a lovable goof but in reality, he was a toxic monster. See, Chad's father was the superintendent. Whenever Chad did something truly wretched, for instance, crapping in a teacher's trash can while she was out of the room for giving him a bad grade on a test, he would get a slap on the wrist and his dad would laugh it off.
Glendale High lost a great teacher after Mrs. Hensley quit because of that stunt and the administration's response. Chad was a menace, a jerk, and worst of all, he was coasting on his Dad's name and power. Kyle hated Chad. It was time to have some fun.
Kyle looked Chad up and down. He was standing there proudly with his thumbs in his jockstrap, waiting for Kyle to say the magic words.
Kyle smiled and said, "Ok, your cock is thirteen inches long soft."
Chad pulled the thong away from his body as his cock flopped against his stomach. "Ok queer," he said, "you can look but you can't touch. This ain't for you.
Kyle's face darkened. Chad was about to see how bad it could get.