bully – Bracken's Corner

“Oh yeah boy, that’s it–suck that cock. You love it, don’t you? You love being a cumdump, right boy?”

“Oh yes sir, feed me your cum, please…” you moan, no longer able to hold back your desires. You don’t even know who this man is, but when he walked up to you on the street and told you to get into his car, no amount of stranger danger warnings going off in your head could stop you, and you’re so glad you didn’t listen too. His cock is so delicious, and you suck harder on his cock, and after a moment he starts pumping his old cum down your throat, and the deep hunger for service that he’s planted in you feel sated for a moment, and the shame and horror at what has happened crashes down on you suddenly.

He pulled his cock out, chuckling, and said, “What a faggot–I can see why my grandson picks on you so much. He’s going to be so happy to know I’m giving him a faggot slave to take to college with him.”

“Wait…what? I don’t–”

“Hush–don’t open your faggot mouth, I don’t want to hear it. Now, how about we keep working with you? Jimmy will be here in a few hours, and I want you nice and obedient by the time he arrives.

Jimmy? Jimmy Walbeck, the asshole who’d been bullying you for years now? It couldn’t be, it couldn’t be true, but sure enough, a few hours later Jimmy arrived at his grandfather’s house to find you kneeling in front of the door, begging him to let you service him, apologizing for all the rude things you’d said, and how you’d never fully appreciated his superiority before. Of course you would go with him to college as his faggot. Of course you’d live with him and cook his food and carry his books and do all of his homework and suck his friends cocks and his cock especially. Sure, you had a full ride to Harvard, but you’d go with Jimmy anywhere. He was your master after all, and you were just his lowly slave, for now and forever.

You know, as a bully–there are the kids you pick on, and then there are just the ones which are almost too easy. It almost isn’t even satisfying to beat them down, because they’re already so miserable. Timmy was one of those. Short, fat, glasses, lisp, new kid–how could I avoid it?

Now, I mean, I used to get called into the principal’s office a lot, back in school, but I never cared. All the kids knew that if they told on me, they’d end up with it even worse down the line, so complaints never really stuck. When word got around I was picking on Timmy, I got called in, and Principal Jacobs…well, he was different this time. He was usually pretty stern and angry, but this time he…almost begged me to stop, for my own good.

Well, I called bullshit, and stepped it up–because, why the hell not? Well, I learned why Principal Jacobs was nervous. It was in gym class, and I just made fun of the fact that he didn’t have any gym clothes that could fit his fat body…and he got angry…and he grew.

Not just taller–he put on a ton of muscle and hair…I think he was even growing older. By the end of it, he didn’t have any clothes that fit, as his jeans and shirt had ripped away, and he smirked at me. Everyone else had fled at the point, and we were alone. I turned and dashed off, but he plowed after me and tackled me to the ground. I begged him to stop, but he beat the shit out of me, then ripped away the back of my gym shorts like they were made of paper and shoved his cock up my hole.

I tried to struggle away, but with a broken arm, I couldn’t get far…and then, I started to have all of these strange thoughts, telling me that I deserved to be fucked. That my hole was Timmy’s, that he owned me…that I was his slave. Sure, I managed to fight back for a bit, but my the time he’d cum up my ass the third time…I could only beg for more.

After that…you understand why I had to drop out. I was in the hospital for a while–but the real reason I felt so sick was because I wasn’t with Timmy. I fought the urge for as long as I could…but eventually, I gave in, found his house, and pledged myself to him. I wasn’t his first–he has a whole collection of bully slaves who lived with him and cared for his every need. He didn’t even have any parents–apparently he was in his thirties, but lurked in high schools, picking up slaves as he went. I love him though–we all do. We don’t have a choice, after all.