CLAMNATE LUPUS

Prologue: The Whipping Boy

The Boys Bathroom, Empty Stall, Feldon Junior High School, Karterton, New Jersey (2000)....

    Burning filled the lungs of the struggling seemingly frail pale lad whom had been trying his best to keep from inhaling the foul yellow colored water that had been inside the heavily polished white porcelain toilet bowl. He could briefly hear the cheering and mocking from behind him on the surface of the water as his whole life seemed to flash before his eyes despite his attempts to struggle against the tight gripping hand that was intent on dunking his head into the bowl again and again in a bid to provide amusement to the asshole whom had taken it upon himself to torment him time and time again. He knew the asshole well, he was a resident sixth grade jerk by the name of Royce Tanner. He was covered from head to toe in tattoos and smelled of booze and cigarette smoke whenever anyone had been unfortunate enough to have to get near him. He fancied himself something of a outcast and had a full on crew of fellow degenerate outcasts that backed him up and hung on his every word. 

The struggling lad trying desperately not to drown in the toilet bowl had been none other than Casey Allen Peterson, the frequent target of bullies everywhere since he was able to go to school due to his small stature and seemingly effinimate sensibilities. He wasn't gay, not by any stretch but he did harbor a secret, which he closely guarded and it made trying to fit in and the possibility of any kind of non-platonic relationship difficult to initiate and sustain.

 Casey was born due to unusual circumstances, his parents had tried for years to have a child naturally but it had been to no avail, his father's sperm had been incapable of inseminating his mother's egg the natural way but the determined couple looked into alternatives, they eventually found a doctor that inseminated his mother via in vitro and he doubled their chances on a whim which inadvertently had consequences that would later effect Casey for the rest of his life. 

The doubled egg had become twins and Casey before he was formed ended up absorbing the essence of his vanishing twin which resulted in the medical marvel of him being born intersex. His father had never gotten the chance to see him born despite being aware of the pregnancy taking as he and his wife had hoped for for so long as the poor man was killed in a three vehicle collision that resulted in his being catapulted off an off ramp and rolling with his car that was totaled and combusted due to the gas and pressure before anyone could offer aid. 

Casey's mother was determined to bring him into the world after such a loss, if only to grant the poor man's last wish on earth. Although he never met his father, Casey was often told stories about him and his mother often made comparisons about his behavior vs her own in him. He delighted in knowing that his father was at least a good person, despite his rather tragic death and that people had truly cared for him. 

In the grand scheme of things, Casey had been the spitting image of his father, in looks and nature despite taking on a bit of his mother's feminine characteristics due to being born intersex. Most of the girls he dared speak to told him often that he'd been pretty for a boy, given his smooth baby soft skin, deep blue eyes, and often unruly dark brown hair. He was thinly built and despite being born different he was like most boys his age average in terms of his penis size with the added bonus of a being equipped with a vagina. 

His chest had been like that of a male's thankfully  as it would have been difficult enough to explain the two sets of reproductive organs to anyone willing to become a significant other should they choose to accept him. He fancied walking about shirtless and sporting a pair of shorts or boxers whenever the mood struck him and he'd been at home. His mother thought it amusing that he was very much a boy despite the precautions they had to take when it came to his female anatomy. 

Royce seemed to sense that Casey was one of the weaker boys among them and often he'd single him out for a beating after school, before school, and during when the mod struck him. This day was no different, as Casey was bruised pretty badly in the wake of Royce's abuse and sporting a freshly blackened eye, a busted jaw, a broken nose, and bruised ribs as a result of the stomping they had given him in the empty hall before he was unceremoniously dragged into the largely abandoned boys bathroom on the lower level of the school and his head dunked into the toilet while the bastard and his goonish friends laughed and cheered him on.

Due to his hormones being out of balance and his overall sheepish nature, Casey wasn't into fighting or sports for that matter. He'd been an avid reader, the top of his class with his academic pursuits and mostly kept to himself out of fear of someone finding out about his condition. For the most part, despite his issues with his anatomy, he'd been attracted to many nice looking girls and hot cheerleaders alike, but none had reciprocated the feeling. More often than not, he was relegated to watching smut videos and using his hand while looking through magazines when it came to his urges and teenage hormones getting the better of him. 

His body was quite an awkward thing, as most of the time instead of being terrified about the upcoming beating he'd received he found the notion of fear had a tremendous effect on him in the form of causing him to become aroused despite the utter humiliation and the pain that resulted from the many many fists that buried themselves into his face and belly. He wasn't sure what to make of his ability to absorb so much punishment and keep going nor the odd sense of relief that came after it was over. 

Royce had apparently had enough dunking his head in as Casey's body became limp and his struggling ceased. The brute let him fall onto the bathroom floor and took off with his friends as they relished having done this to him again and not gotten caught for it. Casey gasped for breath the moment they were out of the bathroom finding it hard to see due to the stinging water in his eyes and move in general due to the beating he'd taken before hand. 

His shirt was soaked and the top of his jeans as well but he managed to pull himself together despite the utter rage that filled him in the wake of his humiliation and the pain that his body experienced. The hyper aroused state he found himself in wasn't ideal, but he was determined to get through the day without his mother coming to get him. 

The creeping sensation of bile in the back of his throat bid he return to the toilet, but this time to vomit the contents of his already aching stomach as he attempted to get more air into his already burning lungs. Try as he might to go on as if nothing happened, his weary body had apparently had enough and he soon found himself collapsed back onto the cold restroom floor as his heavy eyelids closed and he only took in shallow breaths. The events of the previous few minutes had faded along with the voice of whatever custodian whom had entered the room said as they kneeled beside him and attempted to put pressure on his chest to get him to breathe during what he briefly recalled to have been CPR. 

"You just hold on kid...helps' on the way."

Casey Allen Peterson had not given any response at all. In fact his final thought in that moment was that he'd possibly been dying as a result of being the monster that stalked the halls, Royce Tanner's Whipping Boy.