Page 14 of The Filth Kings II

My mouth practically watered, it felt like I was getting ready to spiral out of control. I released my stomach then spread my pussy lips a part, I tapped my clit a couple of times then fast forwarded the video clip. Instantly, I grew pissed off. This was the tenth video of Octavio not showing his breasts.

I didn’t understand why the fuck he was being so selfish all of a sudden. If someone had done something to him, I needed to find out in order to fix this bullshit. I mean, once I made him mines, he wouldn’t do the porn thing anymore… but for now, all I could do was fantasize about him. All of his new videos were him covered the hell up. He’d only show his naked bottom; he made sure to cover up what I wanted to see the most.

“Syren!!!!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.

Fuck this! Syren would just have to get me off so I could go about my day like a normal person. Syren opened my door quickly, heat flared inside of me as I focused on her plumped lips. My secrets were hers, she knew how much I had a thing for trans-women. I liked the kind that still kept their genitals. Things changed for me when I discovered Octavio on my favorite porn site. He looked like a male but had beautiful features like a woman to me. It dawned on me months later of me watching him closely that he was the one that saved me in grade school when the other kids teased me because of my weight.

They had caught me alone, it was how it always started. I should have waited until lunch was over and held it in. My stomach was always weak, and since I was teased so badly in school. my stomach cramped throughout the day with bad anxiety. I needed a moment to breath, the bathroom always smelled like bleach and fresh pines. It relaxed me, and it was always my safe haven whenever I needed to get away from the kids that had no mercy on me.

If I told my parents, they would have probably hacked into those kids parents accounts and cleared them of their life savings because that’s what my mom and dad did. I flopped down on the toilet and released the breath that I was holding. Soon as my heart rate slowed down, I heard their footsteps.

They giggled and talked amongst themselves, I swallowed down hard and stopped breathing, hoping that they wouldn’t notice me.

“Oh! It’s Tubby Wubby Rylie the pig!” One of them sneered.

My stall door flew open, and before I could question the lock being weak, hands grabbed me. Multiple hands that felt like claws. I tried to scream but one of them placed their dirty hand over my mouth. Maliah never had a real reason to not like me. Each time her and her friends tried to hurt me they’d say things that didn’t make sense, like pre accusing me of things that I never intended to do.

“You want to eat our lunch too, fatty?” Maliah stated as she dragged me by the hair like I weighed nothing.

Someone yanked my arms behind my back as my head hit the toilet seat first. I held my breath before my face was plunged into the cold pissy water. All I could taste was metallic and bitterness as it filled up my nose, my eyes was wide open in shock. I died a little in the moment, then I started to wish that I was dead as more seconds passed.

When they pulled me out, I choked off my own coughs. I collapsed to the floor as I cried silent tears.

“What the hell are y’all doing!” A voice came from the restroom entrance.

I blinked my eyes to clear up my vision, and that’s when I laid eyes on the kid that always got teased for his attire. Octavia…

I took a liking to anyone that was different on school grounds. Today, Octavia wore a pastel pink hoodie that hung off his bony frame. Glitter smeared around his eyes like stardust. He was always alone when I saw him, and in class, he whispered to himself. They called him a freak, or a boy girl. He never cried when they talked bad about him. I never missed the look of shame that crossed his face, or he’d blink his eyes like he was somewhere else.

“Aww look.” One of the girls teased.

“It’s fatty’s fairy godmother! Always in the girls bathroom!”

Octavia didn’t flinch, he calmly walked over and stood in front of me.

“She’s only nine years old! You could kill her.” His soft voice didn’t rise, it sunk down to the floor and comforted me instantly.

“Move! You he-she!” Maliah snapped.

Octavia didn’t move; seconds later they started to hit on him. His hoodie was yanked, the pretty gold hoops that he wore in his ear got yanked out. He didn’t fight back, he laid next to me and accepted his fate like I always did. Finally, I released a loud scream that came from the pit of my stomach. They all ran out of the restroom. Octavia sat up slowly with blood leaking from his lips. He grinned a little and rocked back in forth like he had won something.

“You, okay?” He asked me softly.

I nodded yes, but I knew that was a lie. He helped me up, we didn’t talk at all. We stared each other down like we were both aliens that crashed on the same bizarre planet. It felt like for the first time besides my parents…someone saw me…and it wasn’t because of me being fat. He saw Rylie Rose. I fell in love with him all at once, it was like a tide I couldn’t fight.

He didn’t return to school though, and that broke my heart. Three days later, I found out that his mom checked him out. Maliah and her squad got expelled for bullying. All I had left was his broken gold earring that he lost in the fight, which smelled like metal and hair gel. Most nights I’d hold his earring in my hand and squeeze it, pretending it to be him. Brave… I hoped that one day I’d find him again, to thank him then make him fall in love with me. So we could be ourselves together then protect each other from harm and others who treated us wrong.

I tried everything in my power to let my obsession go with him, but I couldn’t. I even started to date and was currently in a useless relationship with a man that favored Octavio. Rumor has it, Octavio had gotten his breasts removed. I wouldn’t believe that until I fucking saw it. He couldn’t have been that ashamed of himself to do such a fucked-up thing.

I remembered going insane trying to figure out a way into his brother Detavio’s red carpet event. Thanks to Syren, she got me in. I was so close to Octavio at the bar that I could almost taste him on my taste buds. I also got to witness him reuniting with his brothers, while faintly overhearing family secrets. That night, I came on myself in public, not giving a fuck who was near to witness my constant shivering.

“Earth to Rylie! What do you want?” Syren stated, rolling her eyes.

“I’m horny,” I stated flatly.

One thing I didn’t do was waste time to lie and beat around the bush. It’s one of the main reasons why Syren was the only friend that I had. Her small Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. Me and Syren met in filming school; she was the first person outside of my parents to understand me better than others.

Syren was selfish, but also very caring if that made any kind of sense. We fucked around whenever I wanted to, but if she declined me to fuck because she was dating someone else, I always respected that. She came from a family of scammers and hackers. I couldn’t help but stare at Syren, her beauty was unmatched. Her blonde hair cascaded around her delicate face.

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