Bully Fags

This is a second and final part of Bully Love. See part 1 here.

"Want to watch a movie?" asked John. "Sure," said Nate. "Ok, correction. I'm going to watch a movie. You're going to kneel at my feet and worship them while I watch a movie," he said. Nate smiled at John, loving the idea. "Fuck yeah," he said, and moved down the floor as John moved to the end of the bed with his feet hanging off. For the next half hour they watched a movie while most of Nate's attention was on John's perfect feet. John ordered a pizza and they both ate, John on his bed while Nate ate on the floor. John was getting turned on again, feeling Nate's tongue all over this feet underneath him. He was jacking his dick off and then moved it forward, telling Nate to open his mouth. He came in his face and mouth, Nate hungrily taking all the cum into his mouth. They ended the night with the TV playing the background as they made out on his bed. Nate then eventually pulled himself away to go back home. "Well, see you at school tomorrow I guess," said Nate, knowing that meant seeing John in full bully form. He was genuinely looking forward to it. "You too," said John. "Oh and by the way I really do expect you to do that project," he said. Nate just nodded and left his bully's house, with three of his loads inside of him.

Nate and John continued to meet up outside of school. A lot. Their sex was indescribable. They were yin and yang, straight jock and faggot, the bully and the bullied. On paper it would never work but they both loved their roles and played off each other perfectly. They were introducing each other to things in sex, new ways to express their dom-sub relationship. One night Nate begged John to piss on him. John had never thought about that before but seeing Nate on his knees begging for his bully piss got him so hard. They went into the tub and Nate just looked up at him, waiting for his superior's piss. And John gave it to him. In his mouth and on his body. Nate drank it down with a hunger and loved feeling him being marked by his bully's piss. "Fuck, I got piss on my feet, fag. Lick it up," demanded John. Nate squeeled in excitement and kneeled down to lap at his bully's feet. John just put his other foot on top of Nate in a show of domination.

Nate kneeling down like that always put his ass on perfect display. John took his fingers and played with his hole, Nate moaning into his feet in anticpation. Soon enough, John was fucking the piss soaked twink in his tub, the fag's squeals and moans filling the bathroom.

Their sex could be violent too when they were both really feeling it. Spanking was normal but sometimes they would both want John to get even harder. Nate's ass would be a bright red from the punishment John gave him. John would shove Nate hard against the wall, even punching his body when they were feeling especially animalistic. They both loved the feeling.

Nate and John would have their usual bullying antics at school, often in public. The locker room was their favorite place for John to really humiliate and, often, slap Nate around. He took pleasure once in pushing Nate to the floor and having Nate kiss the dirty locker room floor in front of everyone. Nate talked about that one for a while with John, in bed with him. He was so excited by it.

Their language of love was bullying. Instead of a quick kiss in the hallways like a normal couple might do, John would simply walk up to Nate between classes and spit in his face. Other students would laugh and call Nate a fag or Nate's friends would yell at John. But to Nate it was the sweetest thing. He would excuse himself to the bathroom to clean to his face but would go in the stall and bring all the spit into this mouth touching his hole as he did it on the toilet seat. Other days, John would simply slam Nate into the nearby lockers, totally manhandling his tinier peer. This was something John would do before their special relationship but now it was different. John held him against the lockers longer and with his big hands on Nate's shoulder, he would squeeze them in a way Nate knew John was signaling him a feeling of... love? Maybe not quite but something beyond what would be obvious from anyone watching.

This was sort of their own unique way of doing PDA. And it made Nate feel so special. Anytime his friends would comment, "God that guy's a fucking asshole, why do you put it up with it?" or the straight jocks would egg John on or pat his back in encouragement it gave Nate all the humiliating feelings he wanted but it was coming from him man. His bully. For John's part, these public displays of domination made him feel like the powerful bully he was but also let him mark his property publicly. This was his fag, he was the one who bullied him. 

On Nate's birthday, a little more than a month after they started having sex, John texted Nate to meet him in the bathroom in 5 minutes for a birthday surprise. He told him to stand at a urinal as if he was pissing. Nate immediately got excited reading the text. He didn't mention his birthday to John, and he felt it was silly, given the nature of their relationship, to expect anything from him. Nate couldn't smile to himself as he read the text in class. He knew and remembered his birthday. And more than that, he had gotten him something. He thought that the pissing at the urinal thing must be a way to give himself an excuse for being in the bathroom unless anyone came.

Nate watched the clock in the classroom as each second stopped. Finally, after 3 minutes, he asked to go to the bathroom. He had to stop himself from excitedly skipping to the bathroom. When he got there, another student was leaving but otherwise it was empty. He stood at the urinal but didn't get his dick out. It was a bit awkward as he hoped for no one else to come in for the next minute. At almost exactly 5 minutes from when John sent the text, he heard the door to the bathroom open. He heard John's voice and quickly looked towards the enterance, an excited look in his eye. But then he noticed he was with 3 of his friend: Dane, Matt, and Michael. All jock bros who Nate saw in the same light as John before their unique relationship. Realizing it wasn't just John, Nate, after briefly making eye contact with John, looked back around to stare at the wall in front of him. He got a little nervous knowing it wasn't just John but also a bit excited.

John was talking to his friends about nothing, sports or something, Nate couldn't focus on it, just wondering what John had planned. Or if this actually was John's plan. Maybe had gotten interrupted by his friends. There were only two urinals in the bathroom and John came up tot he only one left, right beside Nate. Dane and Matt went into the two stalls to piss while Michael waited by the sinks. John, pretending to just notice Nate, said, "Oh well if it isn't the school's biggest faggot." The other guys laughed at John, and Nate felt the familiar feeling that public humiliation gave him. In these situations, he found he could usually will himself to not get visibly hard in his pants. Beingly publicly outed for enjoying being bullied is almost the ultimate humiliation, but what position would that put John in? John would be enabling a fag's perverted sexual fantasy by contuining the bullying? No, better to hide this as best he could.

Nate wasn't sure if he should say anything, he usually just let John drive this situations, which he was really good at. Nate heard John's piss stream hit the urinal. It turned him on even more in a perverted way. "Taking a piss next to a faggot... shouldn't even be allowed in the same bathroom as us," he said. "Haha, you're fucking right," said Dane inside a stall. A few seconds late Nate heard John's piss stream end. Nate just stood their awkwardly not pissing and stared at the wall. John looked behind him and noticed Michael was on his phone. Suddenly John zipped up his cock. "WHAT THE FUCK FAGGOT?!?!" he yelled. John was very good at bringing real intensity and anger into their bullying performance. He was a natural bully after all. "THIS FAG WAS LOOKING AT MY COCK AS I PISSED," he said. Michael was now looking up from his phone, waiting on what would happen, in the stall Dane and Matt both said, "What the fuck?!?" Nate heard zippers on pants and then all three jocks were around John waiting for his next move. Nate zipped up his pants and now it was his turn to play his natural role. "No... no... I wasn't I promise," he said. "You calling me a liar fag? Of course you were, you SICK, DISGUSTING faggot," John said, enraged. It was really hard for Nate to compose himself with John talked to him like this in front of others. These words of degredation and humiliation entered his brain and went straight to his hole and dick. "No... no... I'm sorry," said Nate. "So you admit it? You were looking at my cock. YOU FUCKING FAGGOT!" said John and with that he backhanded Nate across the face and sent him flying into the stall behind him. John hit him hard, not enough to bruise but Nate could feel his knuckles with the slap.

"OH SHIT!" said Matt, the other guys were all responding to John's display with surprised encouragement. "FUCK YEAH!" someone else said. Nate couldn't tell, he was seeing stars a bit with that powerful slap. Besides the gut punch John had delievered before, it was the hardest John had hit him, especially publicly. He held his cheek with his hand and John walked to his crouched figure on the ground. "Did that hurt faggot?" John asked, feigning concern. His friends were watching every action, glued to the scene. "Well, good, got to teach you a lesson." He grabbed Nate by his hair to face him and pushed his hand away from his cheek. He took his hand his hand again and slapped Nate, this time much more lightly, alternating open palm and backhand, "Don't *slap* stare *slap* at *slap* straight *slap* men *slap*" He added a few more soft slaps at the end for emphasis. John stood up. "I don't know know, maybe it wasn't my dick he was staring at, but just my piss?" he said, towards his friends. They didn't really respond but just laughed. "Here faggot, get a good look at it," he said. He then took Nate by the hair and dragged him, Nate crawling on his hands and knees quickly to keep up. He put forced Nate's face right in the opening of the urinal, facing John's piss that was still unflushed. "Is that what you wanted fag, you obsessed with my piss or something?" he said. His friends couldn't believe it. They were laughing so hard. "Well, get a good look. How does it smell fag?" asked John.

Nate's eyes cut up to John's. Again, he was never 100% sure how he should react in these situations but he was incredibly turned on by how John was treating him. "Um... good?" said Nate. "Oh good, well you'll probably love how it tastes then homo," John said. And with that, he pushed Nate's head right into his piss in the urinal. His friends could not believe it. They doubled over laughing at the dumb fag's head being forced into a urinal full of straight piss. Nate naturally struggled, surprised and not able to take a deep breath before shoved into the piss. John held him down a few seconds and then pulled him out, forcefully. "How was that, as good as you were imagining?" He didn't wait for a response. "Ok, tongue out faggot. I SAID TONGUE OUT! There you go, now lap up that fucking piss you disgusting piece of shit." Nate had to stifle a moan from escaping his lips at this treatment. This was five star bully John treatment. Better than he could ever imagine. He did his best to look reluctant as he brought his tongue out and tasted his superior's piss. "Fucking disgusting!" said Michael in the background. "Fucking amazing!" was all Nate could think. He didn't want to make it too obvious but as his head was in the urinal he kneeled on the ground and pushed out his ass a bit, giving John a nice view as he looked down at him. After lapping up some piss from the urinal John pulled back on Nate's hair, forcing him to look up at him. Nate was subtlely trying to make his eyes look seductive as possible, letting John know how much this was turning him on. John looked down at him, and Nate thought he looked genuinely enraged at him. Nate had often seen John get into this zone. He could only imagine the testosterone coursing through his veins. Nate was honored he could be the one to cause him to get to this state.

"So faggot, what's the review?" he asked. "It's... good," said Nate. Again, he wasn't sure exactly what to say. "Good? No, that's not enough. This is premium straight piss, I expect better than that. I don't think you're really tasting it. I'm going to force your head back in there and you're going to get a full mouthful of my piss, faggot. And then you're going to bring your head back until I can see the piss in your mouth and I'm going to watch you swallow it all? Got it?" asked John. It was very hard in this moment not to cry tears of joy, bow at John's feet, and thank him over and over for this wonderful gift. But he just said, "Yes." With that John, pushed his head back into the urinal and Nate did as he was told. He sucked as much piss into this mouth as he could and held it there. John pulled him back out of the urinal and brought Nate's head up with his hand in his hair. Nate opened his mouth slightly, showing his master that he had done as he was told. "Ok, now, boys, gather around," he said. The guys came over to look down at the pathetic fag. "No way," said Dane. They all couldn't believe how low and disgusting Nate was. "Swallow, fag," he said. And he did. He started swallowing the piss, until there was none left. "Review, now, faggot," he said. "It was... the best thing I ever tasted," said Nate, hoping that was the correct answer. They all lost it, including John. "There we go fag, now I know you tasted it," he said. "See this is why you shouldn't treat these fags with respect. They are all disgusting piss swallowers like this fag," he said. The others voiced agreement.

"Alright fag, now we can't have you going back to class looking like this now can we?" he asked. It was true - his face and the front of his hair was just covered in piss. And he reeked. "Luckily, there is an appropriate place for you to wash off," John said and pulled on Nate's hair again as he walked, the poor fag scrambling to keep up. He went to a stall, kicked it open, and dragged Nate in. Nate knew where this was going and luckily the other guys had flushed their piss. Nate didn't want their piss, just John's. The other guys were at the door, watching. "Alright, in you go, fag," he said. John forced Nate's head into the toilet, dunking his head under. This time Nate knew where this was going and held his breath. With his head totally under for a few seconds, John then flushed the toilet. A classic swirlie! One of Nate's favorites. Again, huge laughter from the audience of this display. Finally, John brought Nate's head up, his head dripping with toilet water. "Wasn't I kind to clean you off fag? What do you say?" said John. "Thank you," said Nate - even more laughter. "There we go, ok fag, now let's put you where you belong." John then wrapped his arms around the fag's torso, using his strenght to easily hoist the fag up until he was off the ground. Toilet water dripped down Nate's face to his body. "Michael, will you please lift the lid on that trash can?" he asked his friend. "Oh shit!" said Matt. Michael was happy to oblige, grinning an evil smile. They all knew where this is going. "In the trash you go homo," he said. And he brought down Nate right into the trash, his head sticking out. With the lid still off, John and the other guys looked down at the fag, admiring his work. Nate just looked up at them, dumbly. Then, suddenly, John collected some spit in his mouth and sent it down on Nate's face.

"Damn, John, you're fucking this fag up!" said Dane. "You all can join in, if you want to," he said. And they did. Spit rained on Nate's face as he sat in the trash can. It was a tremendous display of humiliation and degredation all enacted by the love of his life.  As the spit from the four jocks dripped down his face, all of them laughing at their work, Nate opened his eyes a bit to stare John in the eyes. A silent 'thank you' and signal of how much he was enjoying it. John saw it and made a small smile to the faggot. Then he said, "Ok, let's leave this faggot to think about what it is," he said. He picked up the trashcan lid from the ground and put it in on top of the trashcan. Nate was no longer viewable but there was a window in the top of the trash can that swung open for you to put trash in. John opened the window and two little faggot eyes stared back at him. "Stay in here until the end of the period and keep that superior spit on your face, fag," he said. He then closed the lid leaving Nate in darkness and kicked the side of the trashcan. All 3 of the others followed him, rattling the trashcan with a kick and shouting "FAG!" before leaving the bathroom. Nate could hear them laughing down the hall.

In the trashcan, Nate sat there in silence. Now totally out of view of anyone, he pulled out his dick and felt how hard it was. But he didn't want to get off, not without John there. He touched himself a bit, getting flashback of all the things John just did to him. And in front of his friends! Fuck, John was such a stud. He was so lucky to have him. This was the best birthday gift ever. Someone else walked into the bathroom and Nate crouched down in the trashcan. A couple minutes later the window to the trashcan opened and in came another paper towel. Fuck, he was really in a trashcan and put in there by his bully! 5 minutes later he heard the door swing back open and someone approach the trashcan. He got nervous for a bit and then the window swung open and he saw the beautiful face of his bully lover. "John!" said the fag in the trashcan. He was swooning. "That was so amazing. Thank you!" said the fag in the trashcan. John smiled and said, "I knew you would like that treatment, faggot. Now your gift isn't over yet. I saved some piss for your throat. Get your mouth to the edge of this trashcan and open up wide for my hot piss," he said. Nate scrambled to open his mouth and get it prepared to accept his bully's piss. His face hung slightly outside of the trashcan, the swinging window behind his head now. It must have looked ridiculous but to this couple it was the perfect set up.

"Take my piss, you dirty faggot," said John. Nate was always impressed that John could piss through a boner. He had seen him do it a few times before and didn't understand it. He was happy though because his dick looked amazing - almost as great as his piss tasted. Nate happily followd that order, swallowing down a good sized load of piss even after he had pissed in the urinal earlier. John must have been drinking a lot this morning in preparation. He was so sweet! Nate was so thirsty for it too. Both of their cocks were as hard as could be. Nate felt the stream begin to fade and kept swallowing until the last drops. John wagged the last few drops onto Nate's face and mouth. Nate still had drying jock spit on this face and now a bit of piss on him. He just looked up into his god's eyes, through the trashcan, as he wrung out the last drops. "Fuuuuccckkk faggot," said John taking his very hard cock in his hand. He stroked it rapidly, looking down at Nate in that trashcan. "Pathetic faggot! Right where you belong!" he said, getting very close to coming. "Yes sir! Thank you for putting me where I belong!" said Nate, and he opened his mouth wide, his tongue coming out of his mouth, waiting to accept his bully's load. That was all John needed to see to start moaning and then shoot a massive load of cum across the faggot's face. Ropes of cum entered his mouth but also splashed around his face, mixing with the spit that was already there.

Nate was also masturbating in the trashcan. As he accepted that load in his mouth, he started moaning himself and shot a load into the trashcan. Nate swallowed the cum that was in his mouth and just stared up at John wordlessly. John took in the disgusting mix of fluids on his fag's face, proud of his work. He pulled out his phone and snapped a pic of Nate looking pathetic in the trashcan. He turned the phone around to show Nate. "Wanted to save this memory of your birthday," he said. "This was the best gift I've ever gotten. Thank you, John," he said. "You're welcome, faggot," John responded back. And then he got close to Nate's face. "And when we get home, I'm going to fuck the absolute hell out of you," said John seriously. Nate's mouth fell open, hot breath escaped his lips in anticipation. John was so amazing. "If I didn't have a face full of slime I would kiss you right now," said Nate. "They'll be plenty of time for that later," said John. "Now I wasn't kidding about staying in here until the period ends. You don't have too much time but don't wipe that off your face until the period's over. See you at my house after school to continue your birthday celebration," said John. And then Nate heard the door shut. Incredible. He realized how much thought John put into his birthday and it made him feel special. Their weird, confusing relationship didn't always make sense but it made Nate feel so good. And he thought it must make John feel good to. He wouldn't go through all this trouble for nothing.

When the bell rang, Nate hurried and got out of the trashcan before more students came in. He went into a stall and then decided he wanted everything on his face in his mouth. He used his fingers to grab the drying spit, cum, and piss and fed it to himself. He felt like such a faggot but was enjoying the taste. He even felt a little guilty. Technically he was eating other people's spit. He didn't like the thought but the fact that they did it on John's command made it feel ok. He did wish it was all John's spit though. He savored his birthday treat, betting than cake and ice cream, that was for sure. He then walked out of the stall and cleaned his face at the sink and then made his way back to his day.

Of course it was impossible for either of them to focus on school. In the hallways they made eye contact. They were practically fucking each other with their contact. John walked past Nate, his muscular arms on full display. As he passed they looked straight into each other eyes and John flexed his arms subtly and Nate bit his lip sexily and then the moment was over. It was enough to fuel their constant need to fuck each other for the rest of the day. Their thougths were only on each other and the time they would spend after school.

When they got home they were animals. John skipped his usual after school workout. He couldn't wait any longer. Nate drove to John's house right after school in a sexual frenzy. Nate had a little surprise for John though. Nate entered John's home and John immediately pushed him into the wall and kissed his neck. As much as Nate hated to stop him, he wanted to give him his own surprise. Nate took a box out from behind him and handed it to John. "I kind of bought myself a gift for my birthday. Well it's for both of us," he said. John looked down at the box and it was a BDSM collar and leash. His already hard cock throbbed in his pants. Why hadn't he thought of this? He looked into Nate's eyes and pushed their foreheads together. "It's perfect," he said. Nate was thrilled. John opened the box and took the collar out. He wrapped it around Nate's thin neck, and locked it in place. Nate felt sexy in this new gear. John attached the leash to the collar. John held the leash in his hands, connecting them. John stepped back a bit and said, "Strip, faggot." Nate was happy to oblige and took off his clothes, revealing the skimpy red underwear he was wearing underneath. It showed off his entire ass while skantily covering his dick. John whistled and said, "You look great. Now get on your hands and knees." Nate didn't have to be told twice. This felt natural in John's presence.

He put himself on the ground, his ass on full display for John. John put himself behind Nate, enjoying the view. He brought his foot up to his ass, and touched it with his feet and then kicked his ass, solidly. "Crawl to my room, faggot." Nate followed that order, sexily crawling to his man's bedroom, leaving his clothes in the entryway. He wouldn't be needing them for several hours anyway. Entering John's room, they immediately had the most amazing sex either of them had ever had. John was heavy on the domination but it was also loving and passionate.

They started out by making out. "You were so amazing today," said Nate between kisses. "It was all for you," said John. Fuck their romance was so twisted but neither of them cared. It was exactly what they wanted. John would break their kiss to slap Nate in the face and spit in his mouth. Nate would just moan and accept and anything his master would give him. 

John was forcing his entire dick down Nate's throat, but it didn't take much for Nate to take it. Nate was practically inhaling that cock, wanting to take it as deep as possible. They were so turned off from the events of today. Nate wanted to be the perfect submissive receptacle for John's cock and sperm. And John was perfectly playing the role of the domineering top he was born to be.

The surprises weren't over for the day though. Admiring how each of them looked as they fucked at every angle, John told Nate to put his hands on the mirror and spread his legs. Nate prepared for the assault on his ass. John spanked his ass a couple of times and then surprised Nate by kneeling down behind him. John had played around with his ass before. Sometimes he bit it or would kiss his cheeks briefly before stretching his hole out. But today was different, he could feel it. John did start by slapping, kissing, and taking a big bite out of his butt cheek.

And then Nate felt it. John quickly slid his tongue between those two beautiful butt cheeks. Nate gasped in shock and pleasure. He had never felt his bully's mouth on that part of his body. They hadn't ever spoke about it, Nate figured that was a line John would not cross. But truthfully, John was obsessed with Nate's pussy. He had come to love the way his little hole looked as he bent over ready for dick. Many, many times John had stared at that beautiful just wanting to dive in with his mouth. Maybe it was just how turned on they were by today's events but it also felt like their relationship had grown and he felt it was the point to put it all out there. John, the school's big, jock bully wanted to eat out his fag's pussy. And he wasn't ashamed of it anymore. Nate could tell he wasn't ashamed becuase dove into that ass and started eating it like a professional.

"Ooohhhh fuck John. That feels amazing," Nate moaned hornily. He wasn't lying. It felt unlike anything he had felt before. John continued to make a meal of that ass. It went on for a while. John had no regrets, this was better than he imagined. And it was making Nate go wild. John's own cock was hard and straining in his underwear. He reddened Nate's cheeks again with a few more slaps before flipping him back on his knees for so more facefucking. John took off his underwear and saw the precum stain in it. "Look what you made me do, homo," he said, showing Nate the precum stain. He then shoved it right in Nate's mouth and he took it hungrily, tasting his bully's fluids. 

Then he gave Nate his cock again. Nate looked up at his bully lovingly as he took his entire dick in and out of his mouth violently. They were both on another level of horniness. The night was filled with amazing sex. They fucked and fucked and fucked. 

John shot 5 loads that night and Nate 4. 2 of Nate's were hands free orgasms just from the insane fucking John was giving him. Nate also ate John's ass out although that wasn't new for them - Nate had expressed an interest early on in their relationship and John loved having his body worshipped, so it was a natural fit (as was Nate's tiny head between those muscular globes).

Finally, after 4 long hours of after school fucking, the two felt like they had just run a marathon. After they were done they were both hungry. John ordered some food and then surprised Nate yet again with a birthday cake. Nate put his arms around John's neck and thanked him. John got two slices and took it to his room. He sat on his bed, where he would eat his cake. And then he put Nate's cake on the ground and stomped it with his feet. "Eat up, birthday boy," he said, smiling. Nate immediately fell to the ground and started licking the cake off his bully's feet. The perfect birthday. When they were done, Nate had made a mess of his face. John hadn't helped by rubbing the icing into Nate's face with this feet, playfully. John pulled Nate up onto his bed and licked the icing off his face.

They both laid on John's bed, their arms around each other, staring into each other's eyes. Nate had eaten 2 of John's loads and had 3 up his ass. He felt the remnants of those loads in his hole and enjoyed the feeling. John stared at Nate, constantly surprised but appreciative at how well Nate handled everything he threw at him. It's like they were made for each other. John suddenly got serious.

"I let my friends spit on you today and I know that was exciting to you. It was exciting to me too. But to be honest, I did it mostly for you. You know I'm your one and only bully. Understand me, faggot?" asked John, seriously. John took Nate's head into his hands, positioning his face right in front of his and looked deep into his eyes. "You are my property to bully and no one else's. If any of those guys give you a hard time when I'm not around, let me know. I'll sort it out. And you never seek it out from them, got it?" John taking direct ownership of Nate like this made his already puffy and worked out hole quiver for more. Feeling his head in John's large hands, declaring that he belonged to him made Nate feel like his life made sense. He felt purpose though John. "I belong to you John," said Nate, staring into John's eyes. "And you're my only faggot," said John. And they made out, then talked, then drifted off together.

"I love you," Nate finally said one night, months after their red hot relationship started. They had spent so much time together. Nearly every day, both of them a secret in the other's world. And it worked for them, at least for now. He had wanted to say it for a while now. He was so close to saying it on his birthday but he didn't for a few reasons. One, he didn't want to potentially ruin a perfect day. Two, it was earlier, even for a normal relationship. And he also just wasn't sure as what they had was love. Their relationship looked nothing like any movie or book he had read. But, for Nate at least, their relationship had elevated beyond pure sex. What he felt towards John was hard to describe because it was so opposite the usual ideal relationship in society. Relationships are usually built on equality . Their bully-and-bullied relationship was not merely a facade for a traditional gay relationship. There as an obvious hierarchy there. Nate did a lot for John that was not reciprocated, at least in the traditional sense. Would John ever do Nate's homework? Would John pack Nate a lunch before school? Would John make sure Nate's workout gear and clothes were all ready for him before going to the gym? Nate did a lot and he knew John would not do things like that for him, but he also knew that he would never ask John to do those because that's not what their relationship was built on. He was tired of questioning it. He loved John. He could feel that John loved him. And so he said it.

The words hung out in the air for a few moments. Nate wasn't sure exactly what to expect. He knew hearing John say them back was a long shot. And in a way, he wasn't even sure he wanted to. Would that fit their relationship? He had wondered this for days before finally getting the courage to say them. Now that he had said them, he was anxious, he felt like John could respond in a million ways. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, John just leaned over and kissed Nate on the head while wrapping his big arms around him in an embrace. Even if he didn't say anything else, Nate felt that this was enough. He felt perfect and safe inside his bully's arm. But finally John said, "Damn, fag. I'm going to have to bully you really hard tomorrow for that one." They smiled to each other, a silent acknowledgement at the weird situation they had both gotten themselves in to. Nate felt it was a perfect moment to really summarize their relationship, and it was better response than he ever expected. He felt John's mouth move to his and they exchanged a passionate kiss.