Chapter Four In the Locker Room
As I lay in bed that night, I ruminated on the events of the evening. TJ had won the wrestling match, which made me proud. I thought about how I’d quickly rushed to his side and offered my praise and adoration. He was so dismissive of me, though. His flippant remarks were actually hurtful, for he obviously didn’t care whether or not he’d impressed me. I was nothing to him. I was just a worthless fag.
He proved that almost immediately when he informed me I had to blow his bud Brian. He didn’t present it to me as a suggestion but rather an order. He simply informed me I would do it.
Obviously I was nothing more than TJ’s possession. I had become his property and he felt he could use me in any manner he chose.
