ParkShark: so what now?

@Workers_0001: send pics?

ParkShark: lol, who is this guy?

BigTittyOrc241: A genius! If something happens to you we can send them out.

AllDwarfsArentPedos69: shut up bitch you just want nudes but damnit me too. Doooit!!

ParkShark: all I have is the vid rn

Sending video. . . .

BigTittyOrc241: oh you'll get 'em

ParkShark: y so sure?

BigTittyOrc241: the real question is why didn't he spit out the sandwich? 😏

AllDwarfsArentPedos69: not enuff sauce

ParkShark: nah, probs didn't believe me

BigTittyOrc241: Or? 😈😈😈

ParkShark: Brett's straighter than Vlad Putin

Received five images.

BigTittyOrc241: so not all that straight?

ParkShark:🤮 you just got our party wiped

BigTittyOrc241: where da fuck were ur heals?

AllDwarfsArentPedos69: and with that 🛌

ParkShark: 😘😘 gn

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Parker wakes up to the bright sun and even brighter ideas, as far as Brett is concerned. For the first time in a long time, he's excited for school. While he has every intention of leaving Brett alone there, he knows him well enough to prepare for the worst.

Brett is an alpha male, so Parker doesn't expect him to just bend over and take it, even if the visual makes it incredibly easy to churn out his next lunch. The idea of Brett whimpering underneath him as he pounds seven years of lustful revenge into that tight, muscular body keeps him hard long after he's shooting out dust clouds. He's smart enough to pace himself for that, but somebody will have to tell that to his dick.

Parker keeps his head down at school. The urinal cake incident forced him to get good at it. He knows better than to stand out, lest he be reminded how big of a spineless coward he is. Who willingly puts a piss cake in their mouth? Why not run? Or gladly take the beat down instead? All good questions Parker doesn't have answers to.

Voices of tormentors swirl in his head, dizzying him, making him angry. Angry to the point where he's eager for payback, desperate, even. Sure, he'll keep his word, so long as Brett doesn't give him an excuse not to.

Parker heads to the cafeteria for lunch, something he hasn't done in months, but suddenly has reason to. He needs to make sure Brett eats his lunch. That's the only thing that can convince him he's not better off going to the police. He's flirted with the idea, fantasized about visiting Brett while he's rotting in jail only to remind him that he's the one who put him there.

*****

Parker marches into the cafeteria and the first thing—the only thing—he sees is Brett with his head tilted back, laughing, in front of a hot lunch tray. He's in the dead center, at his usual table, chock full of jocks, chock full of bullies who've made Parker's life hell.

He shoves through the crowd, making his way over, but he doesn't get far before Brett spots him. Brett's face goes slack and his eyes grow wide, but he's quick to act, tough under pressure. He shoots up from the table, leaving his tray behind as he darts to leave.

The reaction curves Parker's lips. He recalls countless times where his face has shown similar fear. He changes directions, following Brett out into the hall.

"I'd stop if I were you!" Parker shouts, "Running won't help!" He breaks into a jog, Brett turns into an empty hall. "It's point—!"

Startled, he jumps. Brett was waiting around the corner. Now, they're close. Too close. Face to face, in fact. Parker could lean forward and kiss him if he was a few inches taller.

Brett crosses his arms, taking a step back. "You won't do shit. You don't have the balls." He sack taps Parker, laughing as he hunches over in pain. "I'd rather die than be a bitch's bitch, so go ahead. Send it!"

Parker backs away, across the hall and pulls out his cellphone. "If you really don't think I will, then why'd you leave in such a hurry?"

Brett shrugs and stands idly by, daring him with his eyes. Parker hums as he scrolls through his contacts, then shows Brett the screen, giving him one last undeserved chance to reconsider.

"Go ahead, dip shit," Brett says, leaning in, "That's not even a real number."

Parker puts his phone on speaker and presses send. He gets an answer on the first ring.

"Detective Chalmers, what you got for me?"

"Yes detective, this is Parker Wilson. We spoke last week" —He looks at Brett who's waving his arms frantically, signaling him to stop— "I thought about what you said, about having an obligation and I'm r—."

Brett falls to his knees in front of Parker, hugging his waist, the side of his face pressed against his crotch.

"You're what?" Detective Chalmers asks, "You're breaking up. Come again?"

Parker looks down at Brett as he's mouthing, "Please, please, anything you want, name it."

"Sorry, detective. I'll have to call you back." Parker hangs up, his cock stiffens against the pressure of Brett's face. "I'll have to punish you for that little stunt of yours, you know that, right?"

Brett scoots away on his knees as a group of students walk down the adjacent hallway. He and Parker go unnoticed. "Let's make a deal. I'll hook you up with whoever you want, whatever you want."

Parker smiles, cocking his head to the side, batting his eyelids. "Now why would I want anyone else when I have you?"

Brett stammers for words. "Well, uh, y—."

"Where's the lunch I made you?" Parker asks, casually interrupting, "I worked really hard to make it. I put everything I had into it."

The lump in Brett's throat bobs as he powers to his feet, nodding feverishly, rubbing his abs. "I ate it. It was uh, good... no great!"

Parker beams as he turns his book bag around to the front like a kangaroo pouch. "I saw your tray. I'll have to pack you an extra sandwich from now on. I forgot how much bigger you are than me. It makes sense you'd have a heartier appetite." He unzips his bag and pulls out the sandwich he made this morning. "Eat this, right now, in front of me."

When he holds the sandwich out to Brett, his arms are crossed and he's shaking his head. Parker says, "Fine, lose football. I'm not doing this with you. Take it or don't."

He lets the ziplock fall to the floor and reaches for his phone. Brett scrambles after it like a fumble. He picks it up, rips the bag apart and takes huge bites, trying to eat it all before he has time to think about it. He can't lose his scholarship or a chance in the finals.

Brett gags when he tries to swallow, speaking through a mouthful. "This tastes nothing like last night's. What the actual fuck?"

He fails to notice how much his words turn Parker on, the outrage of tasting the difference between 'Him' sandwiches.

Parker shrugs. "You're right. It's not. That one's just me in between two slices of bologna. I didn't want the bread to get soggy."

Brett retches. "What happened to mayo?"

Parker gives him a sidelong glance, dangling his phone out in front of him. Brett forces it down, the swallow sounds like a bass drop. He pulls the sandwich apart to look inside. His mistake. The bologna is cradling a pool of Parker's cum like a cocoon.

Brett stares in disbelief. "There's no way that's all since last night."

Parker nods with an impossibly wide grin. "It's your fault. I thought you'd be flattered. I was thinking of you when I made it."

Brett opens his mouth, then closes it again.

"Smart, the bell rings in two minutes," Parker says, "You really don't have much time if you're still wanting to keep this between us."

Jolted to action, Brett starts wolfing down the last half of sandwich. The only thing worse than eating a cum sandwich is his friends finding out about it. No, there's one even worse than that. His friends knowing whose cum it is. Parker watches intently, writhing in pleasure when Brett tilts his head back to let the juices on the bologna flow into his mouth.

His face tinges as Brett swallows and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He's so aroused, he could faint right here on the spot. The bell rings as Brett swallows his last bite.

Parker nods in satisfaction, feeling more than a little lightheaded. "My house at eight, for y-your punishment. It'll be so much worse if I have to wait on you."

Brett nods, just barely and they part ways as students pour into the hall. Parker kind of hopes he shows up late.

Remember, Parker has to be careful. Brett is already rebelling and pride could make him sabotage himself. Parker wants to keep going.

A day can't make up for the past seven years.