Dr. W. A. Frost's Ides of Revolution

 Dad had been acting strange for quite some time. Honestly, it wasn't that noticeable in the beginning, which I suppose made it difficult to pinpoint when things started to change. I only started to notice maybe seven months or so ago after he turned down the daily Budweiser. Patrick O'Shaughnessy turning down his biggest vice? I knew something was off right then and there as he sat there, smiling at me from his armchair with the game on in the background: red flag number two, my stepfather had NEVER been a sports guy. Binging Fox News while fingering pudding cups, sure; but actually knowing what was happening in a football game?  I'd originally thought he'd perhaps found a side girl to cheat on my mom with. It was far from outside of his character to do something like that, if he'd ever be able to get his nasty ass out of the recliner for ten fucking minutes... He'd gotten too comfortable in his laziness. When my mom married him a year ago, he was already a pie...

  Kevin hated Jonas. Most kids who are bullied hate their aggressor, but Jonas was a special type of bully. Kevin had expected as college juniors they’d grow out of the adolescent bullshit, but Jonas had not done so whatsoever. He knew that Kevin was queer, president of the school’s Diversity Club, and very militant around his beliefs; which gave Jonas plenty of material to work with. After coming back from wrestling practice, he’d tease Kevin with his sizable bulge and impressive muscles knowing full well that he was the type of man that Kevin lusted for. It was impossible not to look when they were in the midst of their spats- truly a public spectacle for all to see. So to all onlookers, it was shocking that Kevin was in the stands at the wrestling meet. To Kevin, money spoke louder than anything, and a crisp $100 bill spoke volumes. After all, he could use a nice injection of funds for his rent. All he had to do was meet up with Jonas after the meet, pick up his key, and watch h...

  Trevor’s best friend was hot as fuck. Now, Trevor could never tell Eli just how hot he was, since he could only imagine his girlfriend’s reaction to such an encounter. Yet, it was still a beautiful and delicious sight to see: his bro walking around shirtless all the time, his round, meaty pecs out for all to see. Eli never seemed to mind, and frankly didn’t have any concept of personal space. He’d be beating one out in his dorm room when Trevor would walk in, and where a normal person might stop and cover up, Eli would just keep going as if nothing was different. In fact, he’d tell Trevor to sit down and beat one out with him! Straight porn, of course, so Trevor would always decline. Nonetheless, that was the type of bro that Eli was. So it came as a shock to Trevor that Eli invited him on a spring break trip to Miami with his friends from the wrestling team. Trevor never felt comfortable around the jocks, but Eli insisted on his accompaniment. So, when Midsemester break rolled a...

  Brock was the college bully. There is no sugarcoating it. He picked on popular kids, nerds, other bullies… I mean he was the cream of the crop. In his mind, he was the king of the campus. Unfortunately, the student body didn’t see it that way. In fact, when Homecoming king was announced, and it was Chase Dunham, he was pissed. Of course it was fucking Jude Dunham. That pretty boy comes out as gay to the school, and everybody suddenly likes him. ‘Oh you’re so strong they say..’ Pssh, Brock would have none of it. He wasn’t untouchable because he was cool, chill, and nice. He was a dweeb. Just like everyone else. So, when thinking about how to plot his latest scheme, Brock was a bit of a dumbass and wandered out into traffic. He was struck and immediately killed. The school threw this big candlelight vigil with all these kids saying how sad they were that he was dead, crying on the 6 o’clock news. These are all kids he hated, and that hated him. But the worst of them all, was fuckin...

  AJ was once Alexander James, the salutatorian of his high school, captain of the academics team, and founder of the campus Republicans. But after Coach Frost got to him at the end of the semester, things took a turn for the strange. When he returned from Christmas Break, he was unrecognizable. He had gained maybe 70 lbs of muscle, several tattoos, and was recognized as the founder of the college’s new wrestling team. Of course, Coach Frost was the one behind it, but no one even wanted to question it; for the most part, they loved the new “AJ.” He was much more outgoing, likable, and of course, sexy. To the guys, he became the chill and friendly jockbro that they all wanted to be, and to the girls, he was a dreamy hunk who everyone knew treated them right. The only sourpusses on the entire campus was, of course, the academics team. They called AJ a fraud, a meathead jock who betrayed them. And although he tried his best to be friendly to them, AJ was always met with the cold shoul...