Losers Club fanfics

RichiexBen

Two things: 1. Thank you all so much for 100 reads
2. This gets kinda sexually graphic. Idk if that's a tw but just so everybody knows.

   "May god have mercy on my enemies 'cause I won't" —
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"Yo tits, fairyboy!"
I heard his voice before I saw him, but I knew who it was in an instant. I felt Ben freeze up beside me, and I silently begged Henry Bowers would just leave us alone for once-
     I was slammed into a locker, my head snapping back and hitting the cold red metal.
     My vision blurred, and I watch Henry, Patrick, and Victor surrounded Ben and I.
     "Aw come on guys, can't you leave us alone for just a day?" I asked, annoyed.
     "Awh, the faiwy boy wants to be weft awone," Patrick mocked in a baby tone.
I bit back my angry retort, and glanced over at Ben. To my great shock, he was leaning against the lockers beside me with tear filled eyes. This caused my blood to boil.
"Leave is the fuck alone Henry!" I snarled.
"What are you gonna do about it pussy?" Henry snapped back quickly.
I glowered at him. "We'll be leaving now."
I took a few steps forwards; Ben gasped in surprise, while Henry growled angrily.
Hands pushed my back into the lockers, hard. "You aren't going anywhere until-"
"Look Bowers, I don't care what you want me to do, just let Ben go," I reasoned.
He grimaced angrily, but agreed after a moment. "Fine," he spat. "Get outta here tits!"
Ben looked sadly at me, but still walked out of the school. Some friend he was.
"Now, fairy boy." Henry cupped my face roughly in his hands. "You're not leaving here until you suck my dick."
"What?" I almost laughed. He had to be joking.
"You heard me fag!"
"Look Henry, I know you don't get a lot of pussy, but you can't really be that desperate." No way I was going to suck his fucking dick.
He snarled, flicking out his blade and holding it to my throat. "Do what I fucking say!"
His blade pressed into my throat, and I could feel a thin trickle of blood begin to make its way down my Hawaiian print shirt.
Blood was pounding in my ears, and I feared Henry would only cut deeper. "O-ok fine!"
He removed the knife instantly. "Let's go."
He drug me to the bathroom, demanding Patrick and Victor stay outside to keep watch. They only nodded in agreement, smirking at us as we went in the bathroom.
Henry forced me down on to my knees, right in front of him.
"Henry... please no," I begged.
He glared down at me. "You'll do as I say, faggot!"
"You're weak Henry Bowers! Weak!"
I gasped as Henry's hand slapped across my face, and I felt tears of both sadness and humiliation fill my eyes.
I kept them closed as I heard Henry fiddling with his belt and jeans; I winced internally as I heard them hit the floor.
He grabbed my face again, and my eyes flew open in surprise. I almost gagged at what my eyes landed on.
Henry's member stood almost fully erect, barely inches away from my lips.
"Suck it," he growled from above me.
I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut tightly, praying to wake up, but another slap across my face brought my back to reality.
"Now, cocksucker," Henry demanded as wrapped his fingers in my hair and pulled.
I gasped, and in that moment, Henry decided to shove himself in my mouth. I gagged around his dick, but he didn't move.
     I looked up at him with terrified eyes, and he scowled down at me, before pulling my hair tighter and thrusting in and out of my mouth.
     His roughness was severe, as well as the pain in my throat and jaw. Tears were leaking out of my eyes, and I could feel Henry swell inside of my mouth. His load shot down my throat, gagging me worse than before.
     He pulled away from me, and yanked his jeans back on. He walked out, and left me a sobbing mess on the bathroom floor.
     After gaining my bearings, I shakily stood up, and glanced in the mirror. What I saw brought a fresh wave of tears.
     My cheek was already bruising from where had hit me; my jawline beginning to bruise from the blond's rough grasp. But the worst was my lips; they were cracked and swollen from the rough friction they had endured, and painful to the touch. My throat hurt too, even just swallowing was painful.
     Wiping my face, I checked my watch. It read 4:30 sharp. I knew my six friends would still be at the library; we all went there after school everyday to do homework and meet up with Mike.
     With one last pitiful look in the mirror, I walked out, heading to the library.