Speak up, Sherlock || teenlock

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Sherlock made his way through the hall of the school. It was lunchtime now, and most of the students in school were in the cafeteria or out of school to grab something to eat. The youngster walked by himself to the PE changing rooms.

He did this often, getting there earlier then the other kids so he wouldn't have to change with them. When they would come in, he would hide in the bathroom and come out by the time everyone would be changed in their PE outfits.

Sherlock hung his coat over a chair next to his locker and began unbuttoning his purple shirt, revealing his pale, slim shirtless body. Shivers ran down his spine as wind passed him. He opened his locker and took out a black long sleeved shirt, shorts and nikes.

As Sherlock took off his dress pants, he heard voices in the corridors. He froze, he was scared to death someone would find him in here. He began to stress even more when he heard who's voice it was. Anderson's, talking some boy that followed him around. Graham? That's his name he thought.

The pair entered the changing rooms with Sherlock standing there in just his black Calvin Klein boxers.

"Well well well..." Anderson said

Graham just cocked a brow at Sherlock. God he felt terrified right now.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Graham asked, slightly hesitant. Anderson made him shut his mouth as soon as she words had come out.

"Oh come on, Sherly. Answer us." Anderson said once more, making him shiver.

Sherlock pointed to the clothes on the chair.

"Oh I get it." Graham said, "you're here to jack off aren't you?" Anderson finished. Sherlock's eyes filled with horror. He was so scared.

"Ew. We have a flasher. Spread the word, Greg." The senior said to the third year. Who the hell was Greg?

Sherlock shook his head quickly, begging not to do it on the inside. But Graham had already left Anderson and Sherlock alone.

He took off his belt and held it tightly in his hands, Sherlock's eyes filled with tears as he watched it happen. He took a couple of steps back trying to walk away from what was going to happen.

"This is what we do with people who jack off in the changing rooms." Anderson took the end of his belt in his hand and quickly smacked the other end at Sherlock, it landed on his naked skin. The sound with the belt hit his skin echoed throughout the entire room.

"One more?" He did it over and over again, but Sherlock couldn't do anything but flinch. No sounds came out of his mouth.

As soon as both of us heard some voices down the hall, he stopped. He put his belt back on and walked away, leaving the mess Sherlock was by himself on the floor. His pale skin was covered in blood red marks. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he tried to wipe them off, but they kept coming. It was unstoppable.

The voices came closer and Sherlock attempted to hide behind some chairs but they had seen him.

"Oh my god, Sherlock?" The familiar voice of Jim came from behind the other side of the chairs. His warm, hurt filled eyes looked down at the almost naked boy covered in marks.