One of Todd's lackeys step up

"Hey, this is too far!" a voice, surprised at their own confidence, interjects.

Everyone turns to see the kid in the jersey step forward, who's meek prose returns when all eyes land on him. Todd stuffs his dick back into his pants, and turns to confront the black sheep.

"You got a problem with this, Rex?"
Rex, fighting the peer pressure he's now facing, sticks to his guns, "Yeah! I do!"
Todd squints at Rex's forwardness, "How about the rest of y'all?"

Todd turns to the rest of his cronies, only to be met with the silence by a shake of the head. He returns to look Rex down, now sweating bullets, afraid of having permanently ousted himself, and of what Todd might do next. Instead, Todd grins, placing a shoulder on the jock as he reconciles a new standing between the two of them.

"Listen. We're all pals here, Rex, so I won't consider this a betrayal of my trust..." Todd's posture continues to loom over the jock, growing more ominous as he idly pushes him back towards the lockers, "...if, you can make it up to me."
Rex gulps, turning his gaze between Todd, and John, who's still lying on the floor.
"You're going to fuck John."
"N-no!" Rex sputters.
Todd balls a fist, threatening Rex with the method John was normally used to. "You're going to pound John or get a pounding of your own, Rex! It's the only way I know you're not a faggot like John. Now pants off!"

Rex quickly claws at his own belt, stripping down to his bares, and letting his flaccid cock flop freely. The dude was a shower, hot damn!
John was visibly lusting at this point, but everyone treated it as if it were a punishment for the scrawny teen on the floor. Rex approaches John with a grimace, stroking his massive cock over him before quickly turning back to see Todd's disapproving face. He shudders, before slowly bending forward over John.

"Sorry, John."