"I'll deliver," Bobby said, his guts tightening.
He wasn't so sure he would deliver Sissy. There was no guarantee she was still around the school. He'd known her to be a little scatterbrained sometimes. It was just like her not to show up when he most needed her.
"Ouch! Damn it!" Bobby jumped as he experienced what could only be described as an electrical shock in his right ass-cheek. Todd had jabbed him with something. "What is that, damn it?"
Todd chuckled. "Something I rigged up in electronics class last semester. I thought I'd try it out on Sissy, watch her squirm when I stick it up her pussy."
"Hey, wait a minute, man…"
"Shut up and find her, cock-face!" Todd prodded Bobby with the metal cylinder, flicking the switch as he did so.
Bobby jumped, gasped. "Hey, lay off!"
"Shut up and find her for me, cock-head, or I'm gonna shove this somewhere and watch you hop all night."
Bobby cursed himself for ever playing poker with this asshole and his buddies. He'd never do it again – provided he survived tonight.
The locker rooms of Memorial High School were in the school's basement. In addition to the locker room doors that opened into the basement hallways, the boys' locker room had an additional entry-exit, one that opened directly to the outside of the school building. A concrete stairwell led from the boys' locker room up to the outside door, which opened onto the athletic fields in back of the school. This outside door was always kept locked, but Bobby, whose father was a janitor at the school, had obtained a duplicate key for the door. The locker room was the best place in the world to bring girls late at night if you wanted to fuck them without worrying about getting caught.
"Where the fuck did you get that key?" Todd said.
"That's my business."
Todd laughed. "Yeah? Well, you can hand it over to me, pussy-mouth, it's my key now. I always wanted a key to the school."
"No way!"
"Myers, you've got shit for brains. Gimme that key or you can bend over and pull down your pants." He jabbed Bobby with the shocker.
"Fuck." Bobby jumped as if he'd been struck by lightning. "Here, asshole!" He slapped the key into Todd's hand.
"Good boy," Todd said. "You got more brains than I thought."
As Todd was unlocking the door, both boys realized for the first time that there was light shining not only through the frosted windows of the girls' locker room, but through the windows of the boys' locker room as well.
"You and your bright ideas!" Todd said.
"Somebody's down there, one of the coaches probably. What're we gonna tell him? 'Hi, Coach. Just passing through. On our way to the girls' locker room to fuck some pussy. Be seein' ya. Take it easy.'"
"Looks like we'll have to wait for her out front," Bobby said, trying to figure out how to get his key back.
"No way!" Todd said. "I'm done waiting. Right now I'm ready to fuck anything – a cow, a goat, anything!" He grabbed Bobby with an arm around the neck. "Understand, frosh – anything!" He pulled open the door and pushed Bobby into the stairwell. "You go ahead and scout around, and just pray the coast is clear."
Bobby gripped the railing as he felt his way down the dark stairwell. He was shaking and sick to his stomach. How had he got himself into this mess?
At the bottom of the stairs, the door that opened into the boy's locker room was closed. Light slivered through the crack under the door. He thought he heard noises coming from behind the door, but he wasn't sure. He wondered who would be here tonight, the Fourth of July, while the whole town was over at Grant Park watched fireworks. He hoped the light behind the door had just been left on by mistake. He hoped to God Sissy was in the girls' locker room polishing her toenails or something.
Despite his unease, Bobby squeezed his cock through his jeans as he imagined Sissy sitting naked on a bench, painting her toenails. Her tits would hang real sexy as she leaned forward. Damn, he wanted to fuck her as bad as Todd did! He imagined himself sliding his cock up her pussy after Todd had shot a hot load into her. She would be one juicy bitch!
"What the fuck you doing down there?" Todd whispered from above, and Bobby's heart jumped.
He felt like telling the asshole to shut up, but instead he swallowed, took a deep breath, and took hold of the metal door handle. Slowly, cautiously, he pulled the door open a crack.
Bobby froze. It was like a glimpse into hell. A naked girl was hanging by her arms from a steel rack. Another naked girl, on her hands and knees on the floor, was tied by the wrists to another steel rack. Mounted on this second girl, like a tomcat mating a she-cat, his teeth sunk in the back of the girl's neck, was a naked man. Bobby could see the man's huge hairy balls, his hairy ass-crack. Pussy-juice or cum, tinged with blood, was leaking down the mounted girl's legs. The man and the girl under him were moaning. Smells of blood and sweat and pussy saturated the air. A tremor shot through Bobby's cock and he almost shot off in his pants.