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James lay on the beach, soaking in the summer sun, when his attention caught on a woman a few yards away. She was striking—a milf in her prime—slowly rubbing oil across her tanned skin in deliberate, sensual motions. His body responded immediately. He was grateful his crotch was buried in the sand; otherwise, the bulge straining against his shorts would've drawn exactly the kind of attention he didn't need. He wasn't the only one watching her, but he was too caught up to notice when two figures appeared behind him. Drake and Andrew—two jocks who'd made his life hell since high school—stood there with matching smirks, watching where James's eyes were fixed.

"Hey, buddy," Drake said, his voice dripping with false friendliness. "You wouldn't be staring at these girls in a pervy way, would you?" Andrew stepped closer, his jaw clenched. "Especially my mom, right James?" His voice carried a dangerous edge that made James's stomach drop.(Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.)James scrambled to his feet, hands raised in placation. "No, no, guys.

You know I'd never—I mean, I have respect for—" He **** a smile that felt like a grimace. "Look, we just got out of college. It's summer break. We should be enjoying it, right? Come on, lay down with me. Let's just relax. "For a moment, James thought it might actually work. Then he saw their expressions shift—that predatory grin that made his blood run cold. "You know what?" Drake said, exchanging a glance with Andrew.

"You're right. Let's enjoy summer. "Before James could process what was happening, they grabbed him by the arms and lifted him effortlessly. His small frame was no match for their athletic bulk. As they carried him toward the water's edge, his modest arousal became fully visible through his shorts—four inches of exposed humiliation that twitched involuntarily under the sudden attention. "Please, stop!" James's voice cracked as he struggled, drawing eyes from nearby beachgoers.

"Oh my God, is he—?" A woman nearby wrinkled her nose in disgust. "And it's so small." "Ladies and gentlemen," Drake announced loudly, his voice carrying across the beach like a carnival barker, "we have ourselves a horny little pervert! "The crowd's reaction was instantaneous—a mixture of laughter, disgust, and righteous anger. "Get him out of here!" someone shouted. "That's disgusting!" yelled another. Drake and Andrew dragged James away from the beach, his protests swallowed by the roar of the crowd's disapproval. Once they reached a secluded area behind the boardwalk, Drake finally released him, and James stumbled forward, breathing hard.

"Why do you always have to do this?" James demanded, his voice shaking with a mix of anger and fear. "Can't you just leave me alone? "Drake stepped closer, his expression darkening. "I don't need a reason to beat you up, James. You're nothing but an insignificant worm I punch whenever I feel like it. Hell, I don't even understand how you and your sister came from the same mother. She's hot, successful—got with the starting quarterback—and you're just this scrawny, pencil-dicked loser." He paused, his lip curling.

"The only thing you have going for you is your brain, and I still don't know how you manage that. "James kept his head down, feeling the weight of every insult like a physical blow. "Just let me go. You've already humiliated me enough." "Not yet." Drake's voice dropped to something more sinister. "I haven't punished you for looking at those girls. "He wound up for a punch, attempting some kind of martial arts move that James recognized as sloppy at best. James managed to dodge, but Andrew was faster—he grabbed James's arms from behind, holding him in place as his legs threatened to give out from pure adrenaline and fear.

What followed was brutal. Drake's fists found their marks with practiced precision—ribs, stomach, places where the bruises wouldn't show. By the time it was over, James's left eye had swollen shut, purple and angry, and he could taste blood in his mouth. "Stay home if you know what's good for you," Drake said, breathing hard. "Next time, I won't go easy on you. "He kicked James once more for good measure, then walked away with Andrew trailing behind. "Did you see him bleeding?"

Andrew asked nervously as they made their way back to the beach. Drake didn't answer, just kept walking. James lay there for thirty minutes before he could move. When he finally pushed himself up, every inch of his body screamed in protest. The walk home was agonizing, each step a reminder of his powerlessness. "One of these days," he muttered through gritted teeth, "I'm going to get you back, Drake. Just you wait. "When he limped through the front door, his mother was in the kitchen, humming softly as she stirred a pot.

"James! How was the beach?" she asked, glancing up with a warm smile. "Great, Mom. Thanks for asking," he lied, already heading for the stairs. "Dinner's almost ready—your favorite. Steak with mashed potatoes and gravy." "I'll eat later, thanks." He made it to his room, locked the door, and let himself fall apart. The soundproofing he'd installed years ago suddenly felt like a blessing as he screamed and cried, all the rage and helplessness pouring out of him. "Fucking Drake! You're in college and you're still doing this shit! Why?

Why can't you just leave me alone? "By the time he'd exhausted himself, it was past eight in the evening. His eyes were red and swollen, his throat raw. He couldn't face games or anything that required focus, so he opened his laptop and started mindlessly scrolling. That's when the ad appeared: "Growth X—Increase Your Size Naturally! "Under normal circumstances, James would've dismissed it immediately as the obvious scam it was. But today, feeling lower than he'd ever felt, something in him broke. He clicked the link before he could think better of it, entered his credit card information, and ordered two bottles.

Express delivery: tomorrow at 8 PM. Regret hit almost instantly. He tried to cancel, but the fine print was clear: no returns, no refunds. "Whatever," he muttered, closing the laptop. "I'm done with today. "He pulled the covers over his head and tried to sleep, not knowing that tomorrow would change everything.

[For those that are new to this story thank you for taking the time to read it, also I am returning to the first branch of this story and wanted to take it seriously. So I decided to go back and fix up the chapters. At times there are going to be some chapters that don't match up with others, and that would be the reason.]