My Bully Became My Lover (boyxboy)

Part 1

Troy's POV
Moans. Begs. Whimpers. Screams of pleasure. That's what he heard as he slowly realized it was his own. "That's it Corey." He heard a more masculine and lust filled voice purr in his ear. He was currently bent over a table, his hands tied above his head with his face pressed against the cool wood. He could barely think as his body was to hot and needy to let him. "Moan for me baby, beg for me." The voice said as Corey pushed his ass up against the other males crotch, almost begging for him to take his innocence away. "Please daddy," Corey begged. Corey could feel some arms being wrapped around him, his nipples being toyed with as he was a moaning, withering mess. He didn't know what was going on. His mind was to clouded with lust and need. Who was the other man? What was going on? Why did he feel like this? Where was he? These type of questions flowed into his head but he didn't care. All he cared about was the pleasure he wanted to receive. "As you wish, princess." He heard the voice say. Right before a big, fat cock slammed into his body, he woke up to the alarm clock blaring in his room.

Troy sighed as he rolled over on the soft bed and buried his head into the lavender scented pillow, slamming his fist down on the blaring alarm clock so it would shut up. Oh how he craved to be back asleep and dreaming. Troy could remember everything in his dream crystal clear, but unfortunately his mind was slowly fading it out and by the time he had gotten out of bed he could only remember fragments. He let out a soft sigh as he slowly walked to his bathroom that was connected to his fairly large bedroom. He had to admit, even though he had shitty parents he was lucky to be in such a wealthy home.

He looked in the mirror and almost cringed outwardly as he saw his pitiful body. His blondish brown hair was tangled and matted and a black eye covered part of his face, hiding his beautiful crystal blue eyes. He was almost afraid to lift his long hoodie that he used to cover his chest and arms, but he did. Troy let out a small gasp as he saw his stark nude body looking back at him in the mirror. This couldn't be him, he thought as he stared back into the shining clear mirror. His skin was almost sickly pale, bruises littered his small body, his scares on his skin were more noticeable, and the worst part was the dried blood and tears the caked some parts of his body and skin. The dream was quickly forgotten as he let out strangled whimper as he touched his throbbing eye, wanting to curl up and die.

He shook his head as he refused for the memory of yesterday to come back and haunt him. He had to forget, he reminded himself as he turned the nob of the foset for the shower waiting for the warm water to come. If he remembered everything that happened last night, he would have another panic attack and he defiantly didn't want that. He put up his imaginary walls to protect him as he slowly and gingerly stepped into the shower, embracing the warming water that washed off all the ugliness. As the beads of water cascaded down his body, he tried to think of happy thinks to take his mind off of the pain that he felt as he washed his sore body. He carefully massaged the shampoo before washing off the suds and grabbing his favorite body wash from Bath and Body Works, Warm Vanilla Sugar. He loved the sent and it always reminded him of happy moments when he was younger.

Before Troy knew it, he was already drying himself off with a big fluffy towel and stepping into his closet to see what he wanted today. He needed to cover his body well, but he didn't know what to do about the eye... Maybe his glasses would work.. hopefully. Troy soon picked out a purple button down shirt, some black shinny jeans, and matching converse. After putting his hair in the usually quiff, dabbing some make up on his eye to make it look lighter, and finally setting his plain black horn rimmed glasses gently on his face, he was ready to go. He gripped onto his book bag and strode out to his car with fake confidence, hopping it would psyche his mind up enough so he wouldn't look like the frail coward he usually was at school.

Troy didn't really remember the car ride as his mind was drifting onto other topics, such as how his friend Connor is going to react when he sees Troy's black eye. He bit his lip as he hoped that his best friend since second grade wouldn't notice. He did think it was ironic that Connor was gay just like he was. Considering that they met when they were in second grade, it's not like they planed on having the same sexual preferences since they didn't even know what sex meant when they were that age. He smiled softly to himself as he thought of his very outgoing friend who's personality was the complete opposite from his. Connor was defiantly an extrovert as Troy was a serious introvert. It wasn't like Troy didn't like the wild parties and stuff, he just was to shy and the only way he went to one was if Connor forced him to go. Before he knew it, Troy was already pulling into his parking spot at school and threw on a small smile as he marched through the door with his head held high as he worked his fake confidence.

As he made his way to his locker, he pretended not to notice Conner standing there with a knowing glare as he pulled out his algebra book.

"What took you so long," Conner finally snapped and Troy couldn't help but flinch at his harsh voice.

"Nothing, Conner. I just slept late, that's all." Troy lied and he prayed to whatever deity out there that Conner wouldn't push the subject to far. But, of course, Conner couldn't keep quiet and mind his own business.

"Don't lie to me young sir," His best friend scolded him as he grabbed Troy's chin and forced him to look him in the eye. He let out a light gasp as he saw the condition his friend was in. "That's it, your coming to my house tonight and your going to tell me what happened. No exceptions." He stated as Troy shut his locker. Before Troy could object and make up some excuse why he was busy on a Friday night, Conner had already skipped away to meet up with his boyfriend, Aaron.

Damn it, he thought as he slowly trudged to his first period class. Troy made sure to stay near the wall so hopefully no one would notice him and feel like venting this anger out on him like they usually did. He was so thankful it was Friday, because most people were to busy making weekend plans to notice him. As that's just how he liked it. He never liked being noticed, it was just better to blend in with the shadows. Well at least he knew that he as going to be over at Conner's house tonight.. Or so he thought.