The Subjugation of Rembrandt Logan Chapter 2: Between a Rock and a Hard Place

“Dr. Lee Ang’s has appointments open for 12:30 and 1:30 on the 11th or 4:00 and 5:30 on the 12th at the earliest.” Rembrandt heard the receptionist say.

“I’ll take the 12:30.” he said. He didn’t mind that it was in the middle of a school day. He would skip to get that doctor’s note as soon as possible. Even so school had just started and it was barely the end of August. He had to endure another two weeks of gym at least. Being partnered with Crystal didn’t make it any easier. He sighed. That plus waiting for a locker reassignment made it seem like hell. Was going to school really worth it?

As soon as he hung up his phone buzzed. He looked at his caller ID and frowned when he recognized the number. He hung up on it.

The phone chimed this time indicating a text message.

“Where are you?”

“Are you okay? Are you eating?”

“Please, come back!”

“I’m sorry......We’re sorry!”

Rembrandt thought of just blocking the number completely, but he couldn’t. He didn’t know what stopped him, hope, sentimentality, delusion? He just couldn’t. Not yet.

“I’m fine.” he texted back.

Suddenly his phone chirped with rapid fire texts. Too many to read at once and he didn’t have time to sit and read it with school looming. He shut his phone off and headed out the door.

The morning did not start out well. Both Crystal and Jericho were standing near close proximity to his locker. He needed his psychology textbook for his first class. It was the only class he was actually interested in. That locker reassignment couldn’t come fast enough.

“Hey.” Jericho greeted as Rembrandt stood in leaning against a locker and waiting for Crystal to finish. He doubted she was actually doing anything and was probably just lingering around to torment him. Rembrandt didn’t speak.

“So, I just wanted to apologize.” Jericho started. “I get the feeling I maybe made a bad impression the other day and I wanted to start fresh.”

“I’m not interested.” Rembrandt said coldly. “In you, or in dating period. Sorry, Jericho.”

That didn’t seem to dissuade the blonde jock at all. “Please, call me Jerry! My friends call me Jerry.”

“We’re not friends.” Rembrandt stated.

This caused Crystal to chuckle.

“Are you done?” Rembrandt asked.

“Getting impatient, bitch boy?” Crystal sassed. “You forget the rules already?”

“Class starts in five minutes!” Rembrandt snapped.

“Sucks for you.” Crystal stated. “Keep, complaining and I’m punting your ass now the hallway!”

“You can’t talk to him like that!” Jericho barked. He pressed his palm against Crystal’s chest and pressed her against the locker. “Apologize!”

“Oh, please!” Crystal cackled, grabbing his arm and squeezing it hard. She wrenched his hand from her and slugged him once in the chin. “He turned you down! Trying to play hero now, won’t score you any points!”

Jerich stepped back slightly stunned but no worse for wear.

“You really don’t know who you’re fucking with.” Jericho gritted.

Rembrandt was silent as he observed this exchanged. Why were they being so aggressive? Crystal had just punched him!

“Don’t play tough with me, Jerry!” Crystal taunted. “We both know you can’t take me in a fight!”

“That was a year ago!” Jericho blurted. He looked down at Rembrandt red-faced, like she’d just accused him of still wetting the bed. “So what? You making a play for him like everyone says?”

Rembrandt was confused by that statement. Was that really spreading around? It hadn’t even been a week yet. People talked too much.

“No, he’s open season.” Crystal said. “I don’t even care about your homo bullshit.” She shrugged. “But don’t step up to me like a retarded swamp ape! I’m not one of your boy toys. I won’t just take that shit cause you’re trying to get laid.”

Jericho turned to him with a smile that seemed a lot less welcoming than the act he had put on. “Really?” he rubbed his chin and winked at him. “Catch you later then.” With that said he left.

Rembrandt felt uneasy by that exchange. “What was that?”

“You think about my offer?” Crystal asked without acknowledging his question.

“Still no.” he replied.

‘That’s too bad.” She said blowing at her fingers. “Time might be running out for you real quick.

“What’s that supposed to mean!?” Rembrandt shrieked.

“Watch your ass, bitch boy.” Crystal said before walking away.

Rembrandt wasn’t sure what to think, but he had the strange feeling he was a rabbit that had just been offered up to a hungry lion.

P.E. finally came and dodgeball was the name of the game. He and five others were excluded from this activity and for good reason. Dodgeball got violent. There must be something in their blood. Rembrandt couldn’t explain the larger of his species more aggressive tendencies but seeing a rubber ball beamed into someone with enough force to break bones made him thankful he was excluded. That and the chance to be around people like him.

There were five of them in total. Two girls and three boys, him included. He was the shortest, tied in height with one of the girls. She was a short asian girl with blonde hair she claimed was natural. Her name was Tamantha Song.

“So you choose anyone yet?” She asked him as she passed him a red rubber ball. Instead of participating in a much more toned down dodgeball game they were given this small exercise to do. They had to pass the ball to each other as fast as possible until someone dropped it and that person was out. It continued like this until only one remained. They were on their second game.

“Chosen someone?” Rembrandt asked. “Why?”

“You know?” Asked the other girl. She was half a foot taller and had a more “traditional” look. A little heavier used to be the vogue with people like him. She seemed to be in the midst of transitioning from that state to a more healthy mindset. It resulted in her being more spoon shaped which was not an unappealing look. Added with her blond hair and rosy cheeks Rembrandt would bet she was probably considered “hot” by most. She claimed her name was Candi but he couldn’t believe anyone would give their child that name.

Rembrandt was still unsure of what they meant.

“To fuck.” Said one of the boys dryly. He was tall, half black-half latino, with a puffy afro and tied back with a scrunchy. He said his name was Carter and he also said he was Crystal’s brother! “Everyone says it’s my sister. Have fun with that. He caught the ball, Rembrandt passed to him and threw it to the last member of their group. A white boy with white hair named Tracy. He grunted and tossed the ball to Candi.

“I’m not trying to fuck your sister!” Rembrandt snapped. “I’m not trying to fuck anyone! I don’t know how that rumor even started!”

“Well you should find someone.” Candi said passing the ball to Tamantha with increased speed. She passed it back to Rembrandt and he dropped it. First out again.

“You really should.” Carter said. “Don’t want someone mean taking advantage of you.”

“I heard Jericho was looking at you!” Tamantha chirped. “That’s so lucky! Why are all hot guys gay!?”

“Am I missing something here?” Rembrandt asked from the sidelines. “When did finding some to…”date” become a priority?”

“Wasn’t it like that in middle school?” Tracy asked. “You find someone and you go “steady” everyone knows you’re together and stop bothering you.”

“I-I didn’t go to middle school.” Rembrandt admitted. “I was homeschooled until this year.”

“Really?” Candi asked. “Your parents like traditionalists or something? I thought all of us went to school now?”

“No, they just...worried.” Rembrandt blushed. He didn’t like feeling like an oddity even among his own people.

“My sister says Jericho’s a prick. I get that sleazy feeling from him. I saw him and his goons teasing you the other day.”

“Why weren’t they teasing you?” Rembrandt asked. He didn’t even see Carter in the locker room.

“I have a girlfriend.” he revealed. “Been together since we were three.” He passed the ball to Tracy.

“Same.” Tracy said. He passed it to Candi.

“Same.” Candi parroted. Passed to Tamantha.

“Brother.” Tamantha added. She dropped it.

“You’re dating your brother!” He gasped.

“No, dumbass!” She snapped. “You really are homeschooled. He keeps pervs off my back for me!”

“Well I have neither.” Rembrandt said. “And I don’t plan on getting one anytime soon.”

“Then what are you gonna do?” asked Candi.

The entire group gave him a worried look.

P.E. ended and Rembrandt went to go change. He still had a pair of oversized shorts and was even offered a better fitting pair, but he declined them. For one he didn’t plan on needing them in a few weeks and the other was the suspiciously short hem they had. They were a women’s pair and basically short shorts to boot.

He went to his cabinet underneath a bench where his clothes were stored and prepared to change. He was then grabbed from behind and lifted in the air. He was held tight around the midsection by a pair of strong arms.

“Why don’t you stick around for a bit.”

Rembrandt’s time had run out. Crystal had indeed served him up simply by being indifferent. He felt Jericho’s tongue invade his mouth. It worked in a circular motion against his smaller one. Controlling it, leading it, dominating it. He moaned and pressed his mouth harder into Rembrandts. It was edging on painful and he was forced to gag on his thick organ and swallow a copious amount of saliva. Worse than the makeout itself was the audience. Two other boys were with him. Both were shorter than Jericho but considerably taller than him. They had long hair that was dark like his with softer features. Jericho had a type.

He broke the kiss and Rembrandt gasped for air.

“Breath through your nose.” Jericho rasped. “Trust me you’re gonna want to practice that.”

“Stop this!” Rembrandt said struggling in vain to free himself. “It’s not too late. Let me go and I won’t say a thing!”

“You won’t be saying much soon anyway.” Jericho said. He dropped his gym shorts to expose his increasingly tight shorts. “Your mouth will be to busy and after that trust me you won’t want to say anything.”

He handed Rembrandt to one of his lackeys who without further instruction commenced to slowly stripping him. First were his shorts which struggled to remain in place without the probing hands of an oversexed molestor. They practically evaporated in less than an instant. Shredded and discarded. His top was given the same treatment leaving him down to his boxers.

“Check out this ass!” the young man said. He had a glazed look in his grey eyes. He turned Rembrandt around and practically bent him over.

Jericho whistled. “Hot damn!” Rembrandt’s eyes widened at the the size of his inflated cock pressing the fibers of his briefs to their limits. He could practically see the outline of his glans through the fabric and a damp spot at the end. It was very clear what was coming.

The other boy who had shorter hair of the two spoke with an accent. It sounded European in nature but Rembrandt wasn’t adept enough to discern. “I think he wants it.” The boy said noting Rembrandt’s expression. “But he’s gonna have to wait a bit.”

To Rembrandt’s surprise he went to his knees in front of Jericho and pulled down his underwear. Jericho’s stiff prick flung out standing as straight as an unsheathed sword. Then his “friend” went to licking. Long, slow, deliberate strokes with his tongue. Jericho moaned in appeasement and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Damn, Isaac.” Jericho grunted. “Too good!” He started pumping his hips in unison with Isaacs movement then an instant later he smacked him upside the head. Isaac removed Jericho from his mouth and whined.

“What was that for!?” Isaac asked effeminately.

“I almost came.” Jericho growled. “Can’t pop off too quickly. You know better.”

Isaac actually seemed to pout at that. Rembrandt didn’t like his odds. It seemed Jericho had been looking forward to him.  

He was restrained by Jericho’s other “friend”...”fuck buddy” seemed more accurate. There was another term more accurate still but he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. His hand held out to each side as Jericho stepped up. He forced to confront a rigid piece of flesh larger than he’d ever seen glistening with a fresh coat of Isaac’s saliva.

“Open wide.” Jericho said.

Rembrandt held his mouth closed as Jerich pressed his cock into his lips. He wouldn’t make this easy. He never would.

“Have it your way.” Jericho smiled. He removed the tip of his cock from Rembrandt leaving a droplet of Isaacs spit to run down his captive’s lips. He then took his hand and bent his rigid member to the said.

Rembrandt feared he knew what would happen next but it was so quick he couldn’t prepare.

*SMACK*

The shaft of Jericho’s dick hit his cheek like the side of a bat rattling his head and giving him double vision.

*SMACK*

He was hit again and a rush of dizziness came upon him. His ears rang.

*SMACK*

He whited out for a moment. His teeth bit down on his tongue hard enough to draw blood.

“Sturrp!” He slurred punch drunk. He was forced to spit out the blood from his mouth which meant opening it and himself up for oral invasion. An invasion that didn’t come.

“Turn him over.” Rembrandt thought he heard, but he hoped he didn’t. He wasn’t certain with his ears still ringing but what was, was the stiffness he felt at the edge of his crack! It wedged between his cheeks fitting snuggling. Rembrandt braced himself for the inevitable.

Nothing happened. Well that was wrong, something happened but not what he’d planned. Instead he fell to the floor.

“Your mom’s looking for you P.J.” he heard in a familiar rasp. The breathiness he’d quickly come to despise. He hated himself that he felt relieved to hear it again. “Want me to tell her your sucking dick in the boys locker room?”

Rembrandt recovered enough to see his first captor bolting out the door past Crystal who was leaning against the exit door with her arms crossed. She grinned all teeth.

“Last chance for that deal!”

‘“Dlll!” Rembrandt gurgled out seizing any chance to avoid Jericho’s intent.

“You heard the bitch boy!” Crystal said. “Take a cold shower, Jerry!”

“You already passed on him, fuck of-”

Jericho was cut off by Crystal’s fist in his face. He collapsed into a bench shattering it. Isaac eeped in astonishment.

“All the bench pressing in the world won’t fix your glass jaw. Jerr’s.” Crystal snickered as Jericho groaned on the floor. His diamond hard fell like the broken mast of a ship. He was knocked out cold.

With P.J. gone and Jericho out Isaac fled the room with just a glance from Crystal.

“Thnnk you.” Rembrandt said looking up to her.

“Don’t thank me yet.” Crystal said. She picked up Rembrandt more gentle than she ever had before. She then went and retrieved his clothing as well. She held him on her hip and left the locker room.

“So what?” Rembrandt asked. “I’m like your errand boy now/” he didn’t like the idea of being a gopher for Crystal but it was better than being a fucktoy for Jericho.

“Hah!” Crystal laughed audibly. “And what? Do my homework for me? Give me your lunch money? You’re not even strong enough to carry your own books let alone mine.” She entered the girls locker room. It was empty as the girls had all left for the day. School had been closed for sometime now.

“Then what do you want from me?” Rembrandt felt fear growing inside him. He’d only just calmed down from Jericho but he felt his pulse rise. That’s when he felt Crystal’s hand on his ass.

“You know what Jericho’s problem is?” Crystal asked. She didn’t wait for an answer. “He tries to force things to much. He sees a hot piece of ass and he just pounces on it. Tries to force things….like his dick in your ass.”

Rembrandt scowled.

“Hehe, cute.” Crystal said giving him a pinch to his cheek. “It’s much better to make them come to you.”

“So you’re no better than Jericho.” Rembrandt huffed. “Great.”

“Oh, I’m much better than that shitbag.” Crystal said she let him down on the floor. “You can go. I won’t stop you.”

“....But you also won’t stop Jericho the next time he makes another attempt at me.” Rembrandt realized.

“Smart and cute.” Crystal said. “So we have a deal then?”

Rembrandt paused. He was trading one bad situation for another. He could tolerate playing stooge to Crystal if he had to but this was different. He didn’t like being used. That’s why he was on his own now. He didn’t want to be in that environment again. He saw a familiar fate in Jericho, one he’d only just escaped from and he couldn’t be sure if Crystal was any better. It was a gamble….but he’d prefer a gamble over a guarantee.

“Deal.”

“That’s great!” Crystal beamed. “My own personal bitch boy!”

She embraced him in a hug and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Now then, you’ll have to excuse me if I don’t quite take you at face value just yet.” She placed him on the ground right in front of him. He couldn’t help but notice that their height difference left him at a very convenient position. He also couldn’t help but notice a sizable lump in pants.

No way.

“Seeing you all exposed has gotten me in a bit of a mood.” Crystal smiled. “I’m not like Jericho though. I’m not gonna force you. It doesn’t feel good if you don’t participate.”

Rembrandt closed his eyes to force back the tears. He’d chosen this.

“We’ll start out slow.” Crystal said. I only have one request for you today. She unzipped her pants and unfurled a cock. Not just a cock, but a hammer. Massive, larger in length, size, and girt than Jericho’s, and it was only half erect. The smell alone threatened to overwhelm his senses. He was too close to this thing for his own comfort, but he supposed that didn’t matter anymore.

“What do you want?” Rembrandt relented.

“Hehe.” Crystal grinned with satisfaction he could only imagine. He’d been manipulated from the start. “I want you to kiss it.”