Bully protection

“Yeah sure no problem Marcus”

Marcus left with all the other guys and now I had work to do. There was a laundry room in the changing rooms where I spent the next three hours getting the kits and towels clean and dry. Once this was done I mopped the floors and made my way out of the changing rooms and down the hall when I heard and saw a familiar face at the other end.

I saw Brad my old school bully and his friends staring at me as I stare at them. He had seen me leave the changing rooms and began to hurl abuse at me.

“Hello dumbass I haven’t seen you in a long time, what are you doing leaving changing rooms” he shouted as he and his friends surrounded me.

“Um I was just washing some stuff” I replied sheepishly.

“But you’re not a student here, are you? Are you the kit boy for the basketball team?”

He burst out into laughter at me and then his friends followed suite. They all started making jokes that I was the team bitch for the players and started asking how many big black cocks I had sucked that day.

“That’s disgusting of course I didn’t suck any cocks” I shouted back.

I protested but in vain as they started to push me around the hall and began to empty my pockets as they laughed that they had taken my cock sucking money. After they got bored they moved off down the hall and I heard Brad shout back.

“See you tomorrow loser”

I walked home with empty pockets and opened the front door to be greeted by mother asking how my day was.

“It was ok”

I lied to her because I didn’t want her to worry like she did back when I was in school. The rest of the week was pretty much the same as the first. I waited for the players to shower so I could do my job and then I was targeted by Brad and his friends afterwards. The weekend was relief when it finally came. I had hoped my bully would have got bored of me over the weekend.

The next week started the same as the last but I was starting to get along with the players in the changing rooms. I think it was because they had all their kits clean and dry the next day and I had left out cups of water for the guys when they finished training. They began to respect me a little and soon enough, I was chatting with them about their weekend and getting to know them. They seemed pretty nice guys really.

Thursday came along and it started normal. The players changed and left the changing rooms and I cleaned all the kits which became less of chore since I got along with everyone on the team. I left the changing rooms and walked down the hall when Brad and his friends came around the corner as if they were waiting for me. They smirked and surrounded me and started flicking my ears.

“Hey look it’s the black cock bitch, is that sperm running down your chin” said Brad.

They all started laughing at Brads comment and began pushing me. They all started to push and call me names.

“Ha what a fucking loser” one said as he punched me in the face.

He knocked me to the ground. Then as I started to try and get off the ground a voice shouted down the hall.

“HEY WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, 4 ON 1 AND YOU THINK YOU’RE A BIG MAN HUH”