It was eventually shortened to PB and that was how I was known by most of my year. I sort of hoped most people forgot what it originally stood for. Th... jocks didn't beat on me at least; it was just what they called me. I think if I hadn't had my music, if I hadn't had something in my favour, something to be respected for, I may have attracted the casual beatings that other non-entities did. I closed my eyes and pictured the yearbook caption to my photo, "Award for: Most gifted musician.. That would be too much fun for you wouldn't it? You are at my whim today, aren't you?"I nod a look of disappointment on my face. A devilish grin on yours. "Good boy. I have a few errands to run today for later. Don't worry, I won't be gone long, and I am locking the door so nobody else comes inside. Just one more thing I almost forgot."You reach under the bed and pull out a long piece of surgical tubing and start to place it over the head of my long, hard cock. I wince a little as you snap it. Tell me where you were since last night. Come ON, Alexa - WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?"She clung desperately to his arm but he simply tightened his grip. "Oww, uhh P-PLEASE ... OWWWW!" Her tears meant nothing to him. Alexa knelt on the bed and sobbed in terror. "M-Marek s-sir, PLEEEASE - me and N-Nadine w-we were never anywhere but th-the kitchens and h-here! W-we aint never did nothin' bad - honest, we never d-did..."Marek threw her back down on the rumpled silk sheet in disgust. "Oh, shut. ”“All right, Lord, if you insist. Nobody sees how good I am, how much better I am. I work hard, more than I’m supposed to, and I follow every rule. But you, and people like you, you don’t, and I’m not appreciated for it. Look at you, you look like a bum. You’re unshaved, your clothes aren’t appropriate for the office, and you were late when I specifically told you to get here sooner, and you make more money than me, even though I’m better ... and ... and...”“Okay, that’s enough, I know what you.