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The Bully
by Don Azars (dona@akamail.com)
Edited by Ab-2007
***
A younger boy is mercilessly victimized by a bigger
older bully at school, until they come to an
understanding, then everything changes. (mm-youths, nc,
rp, v, anal, 1st-gay-expr)
***
Rank was his name and his reputation. He was a bully
and everyone stayed away from him. Why he focused on me
was anybody's guess... at least at first. I was like
any of the other kids, backpack, bike, schoolwork,
dressed like everyone else and even pierced my ear like
most of the kids did, even Rank.
But for some reason he decided I was his target and he
took great pains to seek me out, taunt me, call me a
little fag, kick my bike, push my books out of my
hands, de-pants me, give me wedgies, make me the brunt
of his jokes and somehow he always knew where I was so
he could do all this and more.
I changed my route to school and to home. I waited
until the last minute to dash from homeroom to class.
But Rank was always there... slamming my locker,
smacking my ass with his book, putting an extra lock on
my bike and smacking the back of my head.
Gym class was no different. He taunted me as I changed
clothes, nobody helped me for fear they'd be his next
target. Even the coaches seemed to avoid Rank, he was
trouble.
I asked my folks to put me in a private school,
transfer or move, but they didn't seem to understand
the amount of distress Rank kept causing me. My grades
suffered, my friends avoided me because I was a victim.
"You're only a victim if you act like one," my dad
said. That wasn't the advice I wanted to hear, but I
thought about it and began to fight back. Words,
cursing, reporting him and anything else I could think
of I did. The school principal would avoid me because
I'd not only complain but put it in writing and sent
copies to the school board. I became trouble too.
As for Rank, the first time I told him to go fuck
himself, he got really angry because I did it in front
of the group of guys who hung out around him. I ran and
he couldn't catch me thanks to an intervening teacher.
But I knew that instead of quelling trouble, my actions
were bringing things quickly towards some kind of
traumatic point.
That point came on Friday after school. Rank swung one
punch at me and I fell back so fast the bikes I fell
against went sprawling. My head got gashed and blood
was everywhere... not the least of which was all over
my white tee shirt. I fought back and dove into Rank's
mid-section flailing my arms and felt each time I hit
his head, arms, legs and face.
Whatever damage he had done to me, I was going to
return. I was pissed and didn't care anymore.
A group of kids circled around us and since school had
been over for a couple of hours by then, most teachers
had jumped in their cars for a quick Friday getaway.
Nobody would intervene this time and I knew it.
I lay on the ground barely able to move, Rank was
cursing the pain I had caused him calling me a "pile of
shit."
I yelled at him, "Tomorrow, 10 AM, just you and me fuck
head!" he laughed and punched me again. But he said
he'd meet me and rip my head off and fuck me through
the hole it left.
My folks made quite a fuss about my wounds when I got
home. I skipped dinner and went straight to bed. I re-
read my books about fighting... actually wrestling
magazines. I watched world wrestling on my TV. I knew
it was an act of desperation but what else could I do,
I thought I could imitate some of their moves.
I didn't eat breakfast the next morning and I pulled on
only my gym shorts and shoes and jogged across town.,
past the apartment buildings, stores and to the area
where Rank lived.
He was there, working on his motorcycle.
I stood there, fists clenched, "Let's go you fuck-
head!" I said, determined not to show fear.
Rank looked up at me like some kind of little
irritating bug. "Get the fuck out of here shit head,
it's Saturday."
That confused me, did he think taunting me was a
weekday job or something? I lifted a wrench and
threatened him. The look on his face startled me. It
wasn't the tough bully expression he wore at school, he
was shocked that I was waving a steel tool at him. "You
crazy or something?"
"I told you I'd be here. Nobody's around but you and
me, so let's do it, right fucking now!"
Get the picture: Rank, about 6-feet tall, stocky,
greasy t-shirt, cutoff jeans displaying his sizable
thighs -- and me, 5-feet 2-inches, thin, younger, a
child by comparison and I was threatening him. And I
was loving the moment, but only for the moment.
Rank seemed to regain his composure and moved towards
me, pushing at my bare shoulder. "You want a piece of
me kid? You little shit, think you can take me? Come on
faggot."
I stepped back and even dropped the weapon I had. He
was winning again and that made me angry. Not at him,
but at myself. "You're only a victim if you act like
one," kept echoing in my head.
I dove, head first into his stomach and we both
cascaded back on top of his tools and motorcycle parts.
I waved my fists again as I had the day before and this
time I hit his face, jaw, shoulders, chest, stomach and
crotch.
He lifted me and threw me back. "Out back kid, you want
it, you got it!" he dragged me by my hair like some
alley cat around the garage and into the back yard.
"I'm gonna beat you until you're a bloody stump and
then throw you over that fence!"
That fence was a tall wooden one that surrounded the
entire yard. Nobody could see us. I glance towards his
house. Rank saw what I was doing and said, "Don't
fucking worry, nobody's here, it's just you and me like
you wanted."
His fist came at me and I ducked. That pissed him off,
I was tired of backing off. He swung again and I
grabbed his arm, not knowing what to do next. "Fight on
the offensive, not the defensive," flashed across my
mind, a quote from some magazine article I'd read.
I dove at him again and this time he stepped out of the
way. I fell to the ground and he laughed. "You think
I'm a fucking idiot kid?"
I did, but I didn't say so... I didn't have time
because I was busy getting out of his way. At the last
minute I reached out and grabbed his leg causing him to
fall on his back and knocking the wind out of him. I
jumped on top of him, straddling him and started
beating him with my clinched fists. He grabbed and
easily pulled me over and now I was on the ground with
him looming over me.
I was gasping for breath. I wanted this to be over...
In that moment I realized Rank would never leave me
alone. He was the bully and I was the victim. We
wrestled around in the dirt, he grabbed and at my
shorts and they ripped. I tried to do the same and rip
his sweatshirt. There was a satisfying tearing noise.
His bare chest became visible -- it startled me -- he
was so well developed, that he could have been a fully
grown man, except that he had a smooth completion with
hardly any hair.
For some reason this made me aroused. I guess if the
truth be known, he looked like those men I had seen in
the magazines; the wrestlers I had looked at while
jacking off in the privacy of my bedroom.
I was helpless, my cock began to grow and there was
nothing I could do about it, may face began to burn in
shame the stiffer I became. All I could think about at
that moment was licking his smooth skin and sucking on
those inviting nipples. I was total aroused despite the
pain I felt all over my body.
Rank had stopped hitting me and was holding my wrists.
He could feel my boner under him and he smiled evilly
at me, "Looks like the little faggot likes it." he had
ripped my shorts enough in the fight that the waistband
was in shreds.
I struggled to get out from under him. But he easily
held me down, then suddenly he was twisting my arm and
in a flash I was on my face on the ground, my arm
twisted behind me and Rank still on top of me. "Guess
what kid? I got a surprise for you," he said
threatenly.
He pushed my face into the dirt so that I had to
struggle just to breathe. I could do anything, he was
too strong for me. Then I felt him fumbling and
something smooth and wet touched my butt cheek. Then
something was rubbing between my cheeks and I felt a
pressure at my asshole.
It hurt like hell when he jabbed his fat cock into my
tight asshole I started to cry, I was totally
humiliated. I knew what was happening, I knew that this
big bully was fucking me in the ass. How would I ever
live this down? All the things Rank had done to me
before paled in comparison to this final indignity.
"Don't panic kid, just relax and take it. It's what you
wanted, you know you did. I felt that pitiful little
hard-on you had, you're queer and you know it, so now
you're really a fag, with a real man's dick up your
ass."
This was the kind of talk I had heard on the videos
that I'd secretly downloaded from the internet. It was
like I was one of those gay porn stars acting out a
scenario on tape. When Rack called me his "bitch" I
knew what he meant -- after this he would own me.
I screamed and he laughed. I was really hurting now
because he was really fucking my butt hard, deep
thrusts, violent thrusts, I think I might have been
bleeding.
"Just shut the fuck up and relax, it'll be over in a
bit faggot," he said to me, now not threatening but
calm. For some strange reason hat made me quiet down.
"Push down like you're taking a shit kid."
I did as he said I wanted this to end, I wanted to die.
It was weird, but when I did as he said, sure enough
the pain lessoned and other sensations began to surge
through my body.
Rank's grunts filled my ears, his cock was sliding in
and out of me. He began to slow down, he would jamb
into me, then slowly pulled out then jamb back in again
hard. "I'm not gonna make this quick bitch, I'm gonna
make you feel it."
Rank fulfilled his promise. He kept at me and to my
amazement was getting excited. I couldn't help but
remember Rank's smooth muscled body and the image of
his bare cock shoved in me made me breathe harder. I
was beginning to have a wonderful sensation deep in my
butt, almost in my groin. It was marvelous, almost like
jacking off. Suddenly I knew that I liked this, by cock
was had and pushed into the dirt as Rack started
gasping and acting like he was having some sort of
problem.
I actually turned my head and asked if he was okay. He
laughed and jammed into me a few more times then his
body stiffened and he let out a long shuddering groan
and then he collapsed on top of me.
Not only was I still a victim but now I was Rank's
faggot. I'd been well and truly fucked. I knew he'd
tell everyone at school about it, I knew he would.
I moved quickly and shoved his limp body off me and got
out from under him. I quickly climbed onto of him and
pushed my sticky dirty cock into his asshole. He had
conveniently dropped his cutoffs in order to fuck me,
now I had a clear shot at him.
Rank hadn't expected any aggression from me and he
yelped but couldn't shake me. My dick was soaked from
my own pre-cum and it easily slid into hi hole. I
grabbed him around the waist and jammed my cock into
him several times.
It only took me a moment or two before I emptied myself
into Racks asshole. I'd cum in him, just like he'd cum
in me. Now we were even.
Rank moved to get up and pushed me off him. We both sat
up and looked at each other. There we were, filthy,
dirt incrusted, naked with scummy cocks, bellies and
assholes.
Rank laughed first. He pointed at me and still laughing
hard he stuttered, "Y-you s-should see yourself. You
look ridiculous. I smiled and looked down at my naked
body and then at his and I laughed too. He looked every
bit as ridiculous as I did.
***
AT school on Monday I ran into Rank and his gang. One
of his crew started harassing me and Rank told the guy
to leave me alone. He said that I was off limits now
and that they should steer clear of me.
It's funny, but Rank and I became sort of friends. I
even go over to his place some Saturday afternoons. But
now we go to his bedroom and don't fuck in the dirt.
Don't get me wrong, I still want to fuck a girl, but
it's kind of fun fucking the school bully in the ass
too.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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