The Bully
By Mr Uniden
mruniden@gmail.com
Copyright 2017 by Mr Uniden, all rights reserved
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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of
sexual activity
involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to
view such material or
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story.
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Josh enjoyed being the
school bully, even thrived in the role. I knew to avoid him at all costs. There
were times in the hallway of the school where I would dart into an empty
classroom if I saw him strolling towards me. Sometimes, I would go the long way
around to my locker, cutting through the cafeteria, through the school
courtyard and in through the back entrance. And most of the time, Josh just
ignored me because I stayed out of his way. I didn’t know much about him,
besides his reputation; except that he came from a rough childhood. It showed.
He was not afraid to get a detention, or even suspension and to be honest, most
teachers turned a blind eye to him. They feared him just as much as the
students.
It was the friday and
classes always ended early on fridays. I was looking forward to movies with
friends, and playing video games for most of the weekend. I rushed to my
locker, not wanting to be late for the school bus. I heard my name from behind
me.
“Hey man, you need to
get out of here!” Tyler who was completely out of breath urged from down the
hall. He was jogging toward me as if finishing the end of a long marathon. I
looked at him puzzled.
“What do you mean?”
“Dude… Josh”
“What about Josh?” I
asked. Even more puzzled.
“He’s looking for you.”
“What do you mean lookin
for me”
“I don’t know. I
overheard a conversation. You need to…. Run”
The nerves in my stomach
kicked into overdrive. Regardless of why Josh was looking for me, and if Tyler
overheard correctly, I did not want to take my chances. I rushed to my locker
in a panic. Trying to get my combination. I rushed to get the correct three
numbers. Tyler kept running as he too feared Josh. “Damn” I said outloud as I
was rushing so hard I entered my combination wrong. I tried again. ‘13….. 25…….4’ I turned the wheel of the
lock again. Nothing. ‘Why wasn’t this
working?’
Before I could answer a
pair of arms grabbed my shoulders from behind. They turned me around and pushed
me hard into the metal locker. Pain raced through my back. It was Josh and his
two buddies, Brad and Kenny. Brad grabbed my left arm and bent it behind my
back, threatening to break if if I tried to escape. Kenny grabbed my right arm
and pushed it with his body weight against the locker. Josh punched my gut. I
leaned forward, but the two friends kept me propped up. I tried to resist, but
the three on one fight was a hopeless on. Josh punched me again in the gut,
this time knocking the wind out of me.
“Bring him to the
office… Hurry” Josh ordered. Of course the one time I was hoping to see a
teacher in the hallway and none were to be found. It was like in the wild west,
when two guys were about to go into a shootout. And all the people in the town
would close up their shops and button the hatches and get the hell out of the
area. It seemed like that happened in the hallway of the school. Teachers and
students alike could sense danger, smell it in the air, and scrammed from the
area. Josh began to walk down the hallway. I tried to resist, but the two guys
had my arms in a complete lock behind my back.
Brad, using his free
hand grabbed the crotch of my Khaki pants, taking hold of my testicles. “Dude,
if you don’t stop resisting, I will break these” He gave them a good squeeze. And
that was the first time in my life I was scared. Terrified. And I knew Brad
meant it too. I stopped fighting and let them lead me to an office.
We stopped in front of
Mrs. Harris’ office. She was the school superintendent and she was on leave for
the week. ‘Why are we here at her office
if she’s away?’ I thought to myself, before it hit me. Because she was
away, the office was empty and no one would be stopping by, especially on a
Friday. Josh opened the door, and flicked on the lights. Brad and Kenny pushed me
into the office and closed the door behind them. Josh went to the corner of the
room and went to an object that was covered in a large bed-sheet. The bottom of
it was on wheels. He moved it to the center of the room and then removed the
sheet. ‘What is that?’ I thought to
myself.
“What is that for?” I
asked inquisitively for two reasons, but primarily worried what pain it was
going to cause me.
“You’ve never been on
this before?” Josh asked.
I shook my head.
“It's a spanking horse.”
He said, enjoying my reaction.
“You’re going to spank
me?” I said amused. I actually couldn't take him seriously. I had never been
spanked before, but seriously this tough guy, instead of beat me up, cut me
with a knife, knee my abdomen and jump on my skull was going to spank me. Little
did I know how much pain he really was going to inflict on me.
He smiled at me. He
motioned to his buddies. They held me firmly in place. Josh pulled his pocket
knife out and walked towards me. I resisted. Hard. I desperately wanted to
escape. I shook as hard as I could. Kenny and Brad just held me firmly in
place. The knife heading right for my gut. ‘He
was going to gut me like a pig’ Josh grabbed my shirt and pulled it out and
then used the knife to cut my shirt off. I screamed - a sissy scream. The knife
made quick work of my Polo shirt which now lay in pieces on the ground. The
knife headed south using it to remove the button from my pants. The button
rolled on the ground and away from where I stood.
His used his knife to
cut the elastic waistband of my pants. One slash on each side, from my pockets
up. My pants fell to the ground demolished and in ruin. ‘Damn my nice pants’. He ripped the pants from around my ankles,
pulling my shoes and socks with it. He cut the laces of my shoes and threw them
into the corner. I stood there, in just my white briefs. While Josh cut my
clothes to pieces, Brad, using his free hand, grabbed the back of my briefs and
pulled them up. He pulled them high and hard. The waistband now half way up my
back causing the most painful wedgie I had ever had. I could feel the briefs
tug against my balls, the breath escaped me. I could feel pain soaring through
my scrotum. Brad let go as Josh raised the knife back towards me and soon my
briefs were cut and nothing more than rags.
Josh put the knife away and walked back to the
spanking horse and rolled it closer to me. Brad and Kenny kept their hold on
me. I was vulnerable. Both physically and mentally. Josh smiled, looking me
over up and down, knowing that he was in complete control. The two boys holding
me wrestled me onto the horse, tying down my arms and legs to the four legs of
the wooden structure. I was now on all fours, butt high in the air and
everything else on full display.
Josh picked up the rags
which used to be my clothes and handed them to Brad. “Wait outside. Don’t let
anyone in. And toss these in some garbage bin” Josh said to his two buddies as
they turned around and left the office. I tried to break free from the
restraints. No luck. Josh walked behind me and out of view for a second. I
could her him open up a cabinet. I tried again with all my might to break free
from the restraints. They didn’t budge an inch.
Josh walked into sight
again, standing in front of me. He kneeled onto the floor, bringing our heads
to the same level. He used his hand, grabbed my chin, and forced my eyes to
meet his. With his free hand he raised a paddle, one he probably found in the
cabinet and twirled it around in front of my eyes, teasing me with it.
“Why?” I asked. “What
did I do to you?”
He smacked me with his
bare hand across my face. Stars danced across my eye sight for a few moments. I
regained my composer.
“Dude, that chick you
asked out last week. She mine!” he said. Smacking me across my face again.
After a few seconds.
“She is not. She’s single man.”
“Stay away from her.”
“Fuck that dude” I
replied. Not thinking before I spoke. He was the one in the power position. I
probably shouldn’t be provoking him.
“Fine. This is what you
get messing with my girl” He said as he walked again out of sight, standing
right next to my bare bum. I could hear the paddle being raised high into the
office air. ‘Whoooosh - Whack’ The
paddle, at full lightspeed, hit my left cheek. I gasped for air. My head
screaming from the pain. I felt sick to my stomach. Before I could think too
long about the pain, another stroked hit me on the right cheek. This time, I
squealed. I tried my best to twist and turn and pull free, again no luck. I
felt another stroke hit my bum, followed by another and another. Tears dropped
from my eyes on to the ground. I felt close to passing out, close to vomiting
all over the floor. Josh didn’t stop. He kept going. Right. Left. Right. Left. His
stroked becoming faster, more intense.
After about twenty strokes
he paused for a moment. I felt a finger meet my bare ass. Josh rubbed his
finger against my left cheek.
“Damn dude. Your ass is
on fire” He said in a cheer. Laughing at his work.
I lay there, motionless
in silence.
Then Josh did an
unthinkable act. He began poking, lightly, at my dangling testicles with the
paddle. Teasing them. Letting me know how vulnerable they were. He wanted me to
know how easy it would be to lay a hard stroke with the paddle to my balls.
“Dude… please… I will do
anything” I begged in a whisper. “Please. Don’t hit my balls man. Please” I
continued to beg.
With his bare hand, he
grabbed my testicles and pulled them away from my body causing my whole body to
tense and contract from the pain.
“You know she would
laugh if she saw how small these were” he said giving my balls a good squeeze. I
was 17 years old and ,like all boys, was a little worried about the size of my
package.
“Like yours are any
bigger” I replied. Again, forgetting the position I was in.
‘Whack’ The paddle landed across my bare bum. He continued to yank
on my balls and began another barrage of paddle stroked to my butt. He stopped
after about ten more strokes. He continued to squeeze my balls, making it hard
to take a deep breath.
“So small” he continued
to taunt me. “These are like the size of an 8 year olds” he began to laugh.
“Like yours are any
bigger” I said again.
“Yea and look how small
your dick is man.” Laughing harder.
“Yea, well I am a
grower. You’re probably just as small” I said trying to be defensive and
feeling embarrassed.
“Twice as big” He said,
lowering his voice . Trying to be macho man. Josh was also 17.
“Prove it” I said.
He let go of my balls
for the first time in minutes. He walked over towards me. Now, I didn’t think
he was going to actually lower his pants and show me his stuff. I was just
trying to get under his skin, mess with his head abit. I was astonished when he
began unzipping his pants. He pulled his balls through the fly of his pants,
keeping his penis out of view. His balls now dangled through his pants and
about 2 feet away from my face. I couldn’t believe it. Josh’s balls really were
huge . He was hung like a bull. After a few seconds, he tucked them back into
his shorts.
“That’s what real men’s
balls look like” He smiled. I couldn’t believe it. I felt shame, I felt small,
I felt exposed and I hated it. Josh walked away, heading towards the office
door and opened it. I felt a sigh of relief. My beating was over. Josh got me
good. My ass was on fire. My pride was gone.
“Is it all set?” I heard
Brad ask from the hall.
“Yup” Josh replied.
Brad stood in front of
me now as I still lay across the spanking horse.
“So. You’re not going to
mess with Josh anymore are you?” He asked.
“No” I replied. “I will
never bother him again”
“ Good” Brad said.
“You going to untie me
know?” I asked.
He smiled and shook his
head.
“Dude let me go. I
learned my lesson.” I begged.
“Naw man. I’m going to
beat you up a bit” He said.
“What?” not believing
what I was hearing.
“Beat you up nice” he
replied. “Your whole body will soon be as red as your ass”
“No.. please. I will do
anything” I cried.
Brad picked up the
paddle and walked back towards me.
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