Bully Me

Oakley Carson

"Fuuuck" I grunt, my hips falling forward as my head thuds against the wall. Ford slows his hand, once he strokes me through my orgasm. I'm panting, and his tongue swipes off my cum from his hand.

"Good?" he asks, using a paper towel to clean up the rest. I nod, wiping myself off and slipping my dick back in my pants. He peaks out of the janitor closet. Then he pecks my lips, before slipping out.

Like every day.

Right before lunch, we both have a free period. So we meet up, and have mutual orgasms. I'm the only outed gay kid in my small town. Well in highschool anyways. We have some older gay members of our pack, but they mainly keep to themselves.

Our town is still stuck in the old days, where being gay is a sin. But if you ask me, it's 2024, get over it. I wait the usual minute, and then I slip out and head to my locker. I switch my books, ready for this day to be over.

I don't mind school, I'm good at it. But the kids here are cruel. Ford is one of the only boys on the football team who are bearable. But he never puts a stop to it either. Our quarterback, Axton Walker is set on making my life miserable. Maybe the fact Ford doesn't stand up for me should bother me, but it doesn't.

I really couldn't care less. He jacks me off, and I return the favor. We makeout, and sometimes blowjobs are even a possibility. Being the only outed kid, and having regular orgasms, I count myself lucky.

Lucky my wolf mocks, and I roll my eyes. He hates everyone and everything, I swear. Always raining on my parade. I shut my locker, and start making my way to lunch, turning the corner-

"Oopff" i run into something, well someone and my things go everywhere. I huff, and my eyes land on- fuck.

Axton Walker, and his stupid ass friends. John, Jake and fucking Adam. They're all on our football team, and they're all douchebags. Axton's dad's brother is our Alpha. So they think they're hot shit because of it.

"Well, well, well. Little Oakley" Axton smirks, his voice taunting. I start gathering my things, ignoring him. Once i'm settled, i go to walk around him but- nope. He shoves me into the wall raising a brow. "Where are you going, buddy?" he mocks.

"We missed you at homeroom" Adam pouts, shoving me back against the wall when I try to leave.

"Aww. So glad you missed me Adam, but I had shit to do "I huff, and John laughs at that.

"I think you're avoiding us" he smirks, and his fist connects with my stomach faster than I can acknowledge. I drop to the door, wheezing.

"Guys' ' I hear Ford's voice, pulling their attention away. "We should get to lunch. You know Miss. Anderson is gonna come looking for us"

"We will go soon," Axton says, turning his attention back to me. Ford doesn't fight him, or do anything.

Coward.

Axton grabs the collar of my shirt, hauling me to my feet. He stretches my fucking shirt. You'd think that would be the last thing I was worried about, since I'm definitely going home with more bruises. But this is my normal.

He shoves me into the wall, then his fist connects with my jaw, making my head snap the opposite way. A grunt pulls from me, as pain explodes through my body. My teeth crunch together.

"Why do you smell like Ford?" Axton asks, his eyes flickering over to his friend. Ford tenses, then gives a lazy smirk.

"Don't you already know why, Ax?"

"So someone made up for earlier, at least" he smirks at Ford, and my insides turn. I really should stop letting him touch my dick. Ford's eyes flick over to me, pity flooding them.

"Fuck you, Axton" i spit at him, pissing him off. I'm not the kind of guy to lay there and take it, but i definately make it worse. To fucking bad.

He cringes, wiping my spit from his face. He punches my gut, but holds me up with his hand. Another grunt from me, and then my fist hits his face. I'm not super bulky like them, but I've hit him a couple times.

He growls, his eyes turning golden. "Wanna play, wolfie?" i taunt bak, even though my whole fucking body hurts. Axton shoves me hard into the wall.

"You fucking-"

"I wouldn't say it, dick head" my eyes narrow. He's never called me that word, but he's gotten close. None of them actually have. A part of me thinks this hatred they feel for me isn't because im gay. Because of something else, and I think that bothers me more.

"I wasn't going too" his voice takes on a lighter edge, before his eyes narrow again. "Just shut your fucking mouth. You're so fucking annoying" his foot swipes behind mine, knocking me to the ground.

It fucking hurts, everything is starting to throb. My eyes connect with Ford, who looks like he wants to do something. But I know he won't. He's too scared to come out, he's too scared to go against his fucking friends.

"Stay down, boy" Axton taunts, like i'm a fucking dog. My wolf is pushing forward, a growl rumbling through my chest. "Oh I'd love to play with him, too. But I have more important things to do" he snarls, before turning and storming off.

I get a couple kicks to the gut, before they all filter through. Ford hesitates, and then he follows his friends. Sitting, leaning back against the wall. I pull my knees to my chest, letting my head fall back against the wall.

Tears prick my eyes, and my throat fills with a sob. But I swallow it down, and I blink the tears away.

Not here my wolf's soft voice fills my head, and I nod to myself.

Not here.

—-

"You gotta stop fighting with them" My mom, Quinn says as she holds a bag of peas to my jaw. I obviously don't tell her the truth. That I get beatings for just being. I tell her we just get into fist fights.

Her long strawberry blonde hair matches my own. But mine is short and curly. I have a mix of mom's and mama's eyes. Mom's are green, and Mama's are gray. Mama has short red hair, which is why I think my hair has more of a red tint to it then mom's.

I have two moms, who love me with all their heart. Mama helps the alpha a lot, and mom works in the daycare. Alpha is actually really cool, unlike his brother and nephew. Our Alpha is working on making it safer for our LGBTQ members of the pack. It's hard when hundreds disobey, and attack us personally or physically.

Alpha has started an LGBTQ club, which I actually go to. It's for all ages, so the mated wolves, and my moms go, and it's actually really nice.

No one from my school goes, though. "I'll be healed by tomorrow mom" I murmured, as she lifts my shirt. Her brows crease, and her sad green eyes find me.

"Maybe next week, these are bad babe" she sighs, dropping my shirt and handing me the peas.

"I'm fine mom, really"

"You know mama isn't gonna have any of this. You know how she feels about it, Oak" mom crosses her arms, leaning against the dining room table. I nod, holding the peas to my gut next.

"I know, but I'm really fine. It's no big deal. I've dealt with worse"

"I think there's more you're not telling me" her eyes narrow on me, giving me her best

Mom, look. Mom's only like 35, they had me really young. Well mama is like 40, because she's older. But mom got pregnant with me at 18. I don't really know how it works, but I'm a mix of mom and mama, so i think I'm biologically both of theirs. No idea how, though.

"You worry too much" I wave her off, pushing to my feet. "I'm starving though"

"Why aren't you eating at school?" her concern floods her face.

So that's my big secret. I have an eating disorder. I'm in recovery now, i was real bad

when I was 16. I hated my body, and myself. I starved myself, and I ended up in the hospital. But I'm in therapy now, and I am recovering.

"Wasn't on purpose, i promise" my eyes flick between hers, and she slowly nods.

"Protein shake and granola bar. You need to eat dinner." Her words are tough, leaving no room for arguing. I nod, and she gets me the shake and bar, and I eat them at the table. Leaning back into the seat I soak in the pain from my body. It hurts, but I can take it.

"Hello loves" Mama's gentle voice comes from the front door, and I hear her walking in. She sees me, the shake and bar and her face goes gentle. Then she sees my bruises, and her eyes tighten. "Oakley James" she sighs, coming over. "Does it hurt love?" she asks, ghosting her fingers over the bruise.

"Only a little mama. I'm fine. Everything is fine. I don't want to do this today, I'm tired" i

plead, and she searches my eyes before kissing my head.

"I love you sweetheart" she murmurs, before going over to mom. I slip out of the room, not in the mood to watch them kiss and be all lovey.

I don't know who my mate will be, and I'm worried about it most days. But I'm too tired to

worry about it tonight. So I do my homework, read my book, and keep quiet for the night.

When the lights go out, I let the tears flow. No one knows this part of me, and I don't think they ever will.