“You’re gonna do it or we are gonna kick your ass,” Paul said sternly while Jimmy laughed. They had Miles confined in the boys’ bathroom unable to run.

“Do it asshole. You better fucking do it,” Jimmy said while pushing Miles into a stall. Miles held back the tears as he pulled down his pants.

“Come on, put your hand on your dick like you do every night jerkin’ off to The Backstreet Boys.” Miles wanted to cry, but he knew that he couldn’t, not in front of them. He reached his hand down and held his flaccid penis. Jimmy began to laugh uncontrollably while Paul grabbed a camera out of his backpack. “Now everyone is going to see how big of a jerk-off you really are,” Paul said while the camera flashed. Miles no longer felt like he wanted to cry. He no longer felt anything.