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THE BULLY WINS: CHAPTER 5 by Micah Allen
Josh's head hurt when he awoke the next morning. He was certain he'd only slept for a few hours, and while his physical self clearly wished to stay in bed, every other part of him only wanted to get away from the place he called home. After clearing his groggy eyes, he leapt out of bed, dressed as quickly as he could, and started his walk to school ahead of his usual time.
The week had been a whirlwind of change, and it was all so difficult to grasp. The fact that Josh's high school bully had started paying him so much attention was strange enough, but the idea that Josh was starting to actually look forward to their encounters was mindboggling to him. Just a few weeks prior, the former track and baseball athlete would have never even considered doing any of the things he had done with Hunter. He had never paid attention to any male, at least not in a sexual way, and now this guy was on his mind constantly.
Josh couldn't help but question Hunter's intentions, however. The older boy seemingly had no problem getting girls, and he had a pack of loyal friends who liked to follow him everywhere, so it was unclear what he saw in Josh. Josh also noticed that Hunter's home life was questionable, and his tone changed constantly; one minute he was mocking Josh, the next he was forcing him into some kind of sexual act. There were moments where Hunter would flip from being totally disinterested in Josh to seemingly wanting him around. It was confusing.
Then there was Brian. As far as Josh knew, rebellious Hunter and big-time jock Brian never ran in the same group, and suddenly they were texting like long-time bros? It didn't add up. And why was Hunter okay with all of these dudes knowing it was Josh wearing the panties in the photo from the day before?
As he approached his school, Josh suddenly realized that the common thread between Hunter and Brian was literally staring him right in the face.
"Hi Josh!" Sarah said, running up to him. She had a genuine smile on her face and it made Josh slightly unnerved.
"Um, hi Sarah," Josh managed to squeak out.
"What are you doing here so early? I feel like I never see you in the morning," she said, walking into the school at his side.
"Just felt like coming in early, I guess," Josh said quietly.
"I have Leadership Club at seven o'clock, so I'm always here," Sarah said. There was something warm and cheery about her. It should have been pleasant, but Josh couldn't dismiss the fact that this person had presumably fucked both Hunter and Brian. The thought made him feel strange somehow. Josh wasn't sure what the feeling was or what it meant.
"Cool," Josh just said awkwardly.
Sarah studied him for a moment, her expression shifting from kindness to curiosity. "Hey, I'm having a party tomorrow night at my house. Just a few close friends. You should totally come," she said. She seemed to be watching Josh's face for something, perhaps some kind of reaction, but Josh remained blank.
"Not really my thing," he replied.
"Brian will be there," she stated. It was almost like a declaration of...what, exactly?
"Uh? I'll pass. But thanks for the invite."
"Suit yourself," she said politely, turning toward the doorway to her leadership class. As she was walking away, she said something over her shoulder. It sounded like "love you," but she said it so quietly that Josh wasn't sure it was even directed at him. He didn't question her about it, though, letting her leave without another word.
Josh threw his backpack into his locker and headed back outside. He took a walk around the building and went to his usual spot at the playground. When he arrived, he quickly realized he wasn't alone.
"Figures you'd be an early riser, Morris," Hunter said, flicking one cigarette to the ground before lighting up another. Josh stopped in his tracks as a figure emerged from the corner of the playground. He couldn't help but notice how tired and rundown the older boy looked. It was clear neither of them has slept the night before.
"I didn't want to be at home," Josh said, looking toward the ground. He thought back to the previous night when he had cried in front of Hunter and felt ashamed.
"Me neither," Hunter said, blowing smoke in the younger boy's direction. "My pops came home a night early. Bad news for you. Guess you'll have to find someone else's pole to smoke tonight." Josh remembered then that it was Friday, and Hunter had told him to stay away from his house on weekends.
"I'm good," Josh said softly. He tried his best to prevent the disappointment from showing on his face. Hunter studied him for a moment.
"You really don't have a life, do you?" Hunter asked bluntly. "Fine with me, kid. Means if I need head, I'll text you the spot and you'll be there with gay-ass fucking bells on." He laughed at his own ridiculous insult.
"Fuck off," Josh retorted. "I'm not gay." Hunter laughed even harder.
"Don't get your panties in a bunch, Joshy," Hunter said with a tired grin. "Speaking of that, now my dudes all know it was you in that pic we took yesterday."
"Why would you want them to know that?" Josh asked. "Doesn't that hurt your street cred? Fucking around with some `faggot'?"
"Are you admitting you're a fag, Joshy?"
"I'm not-"
"Just stop," Hunter said, throwing his cigarette to the ground. Josh couldn't help but back up out of intimidation as Hunter swiftly approached him. Hunter's hand made contact with Josh's collarbone, causing him to fall backward onto his ass. "You know you want my cock. I know you want my cock. My friends know you want my cock now, too. Whatever else they know is up to me."
"But why?"
"Because it's fun, Josh," Hunter said as he towered over the boy. "You know you like it, so stop with all the fucking questions. And my `street cred'? I own those guys just as much as I own you and everyone else at this shithole of a school."
"Okay, I'm sorry," Josh said. He tried standing, but Hunter shoved him down to his knees. Josh's eyes were level with Hunter's crotch. Despite the cold weather, Hunter was wearing a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt. Josh was so close to him, he could feel the heat from his body.
"It's so obvious. Even right now you wanna suck my dick, kid," Hunter said lowly. He reached down and tugged his dick through his shorts. He wasn't hard, but his bulge was still pretty damn big. Josh couldn't help but slowly reach out for it as Hunter knocked his hand away and took a step back. "Get the fuck up, fag. I'm saving my sperm for this weekend."
"Sarah's party?" Josh asked as he stood and brushed himself off.
"How'd you hear about that?" Hunter asked, mildly surprised.
"She invited me," Josh said. His gaze returned to the ground.
"Fucker," Hunter said. He pulled out his phone and flipped through it. He appeared to be texting somebody.
"I told her I'm not going," Josh said.
"You did, huh?" Hunter said, staring intently at his phone. Josh said nothing. "Actually, no, I want you to go."
"I don't want to-"
"You're going. End of story," Hunter said abruptly. "You clearly need to get out more. Plus, who knows? You might even get to see me fuck Sarah."
Josh swallowed hard.
"Hunter, what the fuck?" a voice called out from the distance. The boys turned to see Hunter's buddies Mark and Vince approaching.
"Sup?" Hunter responded nonchalantly. He flashed a quick smile at Josh, causing the younger boy's insides to stir.
"Hangin' with the faggot, I see?" Vince said in a girly, high-pitched voice, clearly meant to be an insult. Of Hunter's pals, Vince was known as the big-mouth and clown of the group. His opinions almost always mirrored Hunter's, often to an annoying degree. He was shorter and more compact than his two friends, but still looked damn good in a leather jacket and blue jeans.
"Sup, dude?" Mark asked, bumping his fist into Hunter's. Mark was a bigger, brawnier Italian-American dude who used to play on the football team. He was quieter than his friends, and his stare was ice-cold and intense. Josh always called him "the muscle" whenever he saw the group walking around together.
"Just chilling with my new bitch," Hunter said with a laugh. His energy seemed to brighten a bit when his friends were around. "Say Hi, Josh," he said, turning toward the younger boy.
"Hi," Josh said weakly. The guys just stared at him and it made him feel sick.
"So do you, like, suck dick and stuff, Morris?" Vince asked with genuine curiosity.
"You lookin' to get your dick wet, Vince?" Hunter said, before Josh even had a chance to reply.
"Yeah but not from some fag," Vince said.
"Oh come on, man. Why let a perfectly warm mouth go to waste?" Hunter asked, grinning ear to ear. Josh couldn't tell if Hunter was being sarcastic or not, and he could tell Vince and Mark were struggling to figure it out, too.
"You high, man?" Mark asked, an eyebrow raised. He had his hands behind the back of his head and Josh couldn't help but check out his massive biceps.
"Look, bros," Hunter started. "I need pussy more than I need water or air, but this kid will do whatever the fuck I want and that's pretty damn rare. You'll see."
"Whatever you want? Like what?" Vince asked. He had lit up a cigarette and was sharing it with Mark.
"I said you'll see," Hunter said. Suddenly the bell rang, indicating that first period would be starting soon.
"Fuck. Time to jet," Vince said, throwing his cigarette to the ground. Josh turned to walk away from the group, but Hunter grabbed him by the neck, holding him still.
"When you're with me, stay by my side no matter what," Hunter said seriously. "Got it?"
"Yes. I-I got it," Josh stammered.
"Good boy," Hunter said, patting Josh on the back. He shot his friends an evil look and they both snickered.
Walking down the halls with his new group of "friends" felt wrong on so many levels. Here was this slender, dirty-blonde outcast walking with a rough group of muscular adolescent guys; Josh knew it had must have been quite the sight, based on the looks he was getting from his peers. For the most part, Hunter and his cronies ignored him as he trailed behind them slightly on their way to their classes, but every once in a while one of them would make a crack at him. "Does that turn you on, fag?" Vince turned and asked him at one point, just after they had passed two jocks who smelled strongly of men's cologne. Josh just shook his head out of embarrassment. The group eventually had to separate to attend their respective classes.
At lunch time, Hunter texted Josh and told him to meet the group at the third floor bathroom – the same place they had taken the photos. Josh was terrified, but he knew better than to disobey Hunter.
"It's occupied. Get the fuck out of here," big Mark spat at some nerdy kid who tried to enter the bathroom ahead of Josh. When Josh approached, Mark wordlessly stepped aside, manhandling the garbage can into place in front of the door once they were both inside.
"Josh, buddy, what's happening, man?" Vince said in a saccharine voice as Josh entered the restroom.
"Get on your knees, Josh," Hunter said, snapping his fingers. Josh did as he was told, kneeling in the middle of the room, his entire body trembling anxiously.
"Wow, man," Vince said. "This kid must really like you, Hunter."
"What's wrong with this guy?" Mark asked from behind. Suddenly Josh felt totally surrounded.
"Little Joshy here has been holding onto a secret," Hunter said in a commanding voice. "We all knew he was a perve, but none of us knew he was a total fucking crazy man. Observe."
Suddenly Hunter pulled something out of his pocket – it was the pair of pink panties he had been forced to wear a day earlier. Hunter approached Josh and placed the panties over his head. "These are Sarah's. I made her go home without them one day after school," Hunter said. "Sniff `em, Josh." Josh inhaled deeply as Hunter rubbed the cloth into his face.
"Looks like he's gettin' a chub," Vince said. Josh reached down and realized he was rock hard.
"Sarah's one of the hottest chicks in school, so who could blame him?" Hunter said. He suddenly removed the panties from Josh's head and shoved them into his front pocket. Josh felt butterflies, realizing Hunter's fingers had come so close to his dick. "Now Vince, be a pal and unbutton your pants for me," Hunter ordered.
"What the fuck you say, Hunter?" Vince said, his eyes wide. "You goin' gay on me, bro?"
"Just shut the fuck and do as I say," Hunter commanded. Vince scoffed beneath his breath, but unsnapped his jeans regardless. "Go get a whiff of my friend, Joshy," Hunter said. Josh then looked up at Vince before quickly looking away. Even though he had complained, Vince didn't look bothered at all. In fact, he actually looked somewhat excited as Josh crawled over to him.
Once in place, Josh opened the folds in Vince's jeans, revealing the front of his white Calvin Klein boxer-briefs. He could see some of Vince's pubes sticking over the waistband. "Get in there, Josh," Hunter ordered, sending a chill up Josh's spine. He placed his nose against Vince's briefs and inhaled long and deep. He could feel Vince's body tense up as he took in the scent of the adolescent teen.
"Look," Hunter said, pointing down to Josh's crotch. The other two boys looked closely, noting the wet spot that was forming on the front of Josh's jeans.
"What a fucking whore," Vince said with a smirk.
"This is getting pretty gay," Mark said, backing away from the group.
"Sit down, Mark. And take off your shoes and socks," Hunter said in a low voice.
"No way, man. I'm not into this faggy bullshit."
"Just trust me on this, big guy," Hunter said reassuringly. Mark sighed and bent down to untie his shoes as Josh watched in amazement. It was unsettling how much control Hunter had over these two guys, especially considering Vince's overzealous self-confidence and Mark's remarkable size and stature.
Once Mark had his foot gear off and was sitting on his ass, Josh crawled over to him. He felt shame as he leaned down and ran his tongue along the bottom of Mark's big sweaty foot. Mark squirmed a bit, and nearly jumped when Josh took his big toe into his mouth and sucked hard.
"Imagine that feeling on your cock, Mark," Hunter said in a calm voice. Mark seemed to calm down in response as he let the younger boy lick and suck on his giant feet.
"So you're saying we should let him suck our dicks, or what?" Vince asked. There was a hint of enthusiasm in his voice that surprised Josh.
"I'm saying you should take him into that stall right there and try him out," Hunter said. Josh took his mouth off of Mark's toes, a trail of saliva appearing and then almost instantly disappearing.
"I don't know, man," Mark said. He seemed to be considering the option but the whole thing clearly bugged him out.
"What the fuck. I'm so gonna regret this," Vince said, walking over to where Josh was sitting. He grabbed the younger boy by the back of his hoodie and practically dragged him off toward the bathroom stall.
"Stop, that hurts!" Josh shouted as he was pulled into the stall.
"Shut up, Morris," Vince said aggressively, slamming the stall door behind him. His jeans were still unbuttoned, allowing him to swiftly yank the front of his pants and underwear down. His cock was already standing at attention, the mere suggestion of getting head already working its magic on his teen body.
Vince stared intently at Josh as the younger boy took his hard cock into his smaller hand. Vince had a nice long piece for his size, though it wasn't much compared to Hunter's big tool. Vince was uncut, though, and Josh wasn't sure how to proceed. Sensing his hesitation, Vince rolled his eyes and used Josh's fingers to roll the foreskin down, revealing the pink head. "Suck it for me, man," Vince whispered. Josh pulled the head of Vince's dick into his mouth and started sucking feverishly.
It was obvious Vince was extremely horny as he grabbed the back of Josh's head and urgently started bunny-fucking his mouth. It was only a matter of minutes before he was creaming Josh's throat. "Fuck," he shouted through gritted teeth as his cum spurted out. Josh held it in his mouth, noting that it was quite a bitter in comparison to Hunter's cum.
Vince wasted no time in pulling up his pants, zipping his fly as he exited the stall. He didn't look at his friends as he walked to the other side of the room, leaning against the wall with a flushed look on his face.
"Did you really just nut in his mouth?" Mark asked with wide eyes. Vince just nodded his head, not looking at his friends.
"Show me," Hunter said to Josh. Josh had a feeling this was coming. He opened his mouth and showed the older boy the gift Vince had given him.
"Nice," Hunter said. "Your turn, buddy."
Mark was silent as he entered the stall, shutting it behind him. He then stared down at Josh, his frame looking massive to the much smaller boy. He made no move to unbutton himself, so Josh reached out and grabbed for his fly. Mark snatched his small wrist, stopping him as their eyes met. Mark then seemed to regain some confidence in the situation, letting go of Josh's wrist, nodding for him to continue.
Josh slowly undid Mark's belt and unzipped his pants. Underneath the jeans were a tight black pair of compression shorts. Josh struggled to pull the jeans and shorts down Mark's tree-trunk legs, but he was able to eventually get them down. Josh had been scared that he wouldn't be able to take Mark's surely massive penis, but Mark wasn't hard at all; in fact, his dick looked fairly normal size in its flaccid state.
"Do what you gotta do," Mark said, staring into the distance. Josh was unsure, but used his hands to stroke Mark in an attempt to get him hard. He ran his tongue along the underside of bigger guy's dick before taking it into his mouth, suckling on it as hard as he could.
Josh worked his lips down to Mark's balls, making the muscular teen shiver momentarily. Josh worked his sweaty nuts, milking each one. Josh's eyes grew wide as he watched Mark's dick swell to full mast; once hard, it was pretty fucking huge.
Josh grabbed Mark's dick and jacked it slowly. "Stop," Mark whispered. He still seemed uncomfortable with the whole thing. Josh licked the head of Mark's dick before taking it into his mouth; he could barely get more than the head inside.
"You okay in there, big guy?" Hunter asked through the door. Suddenly Mark yanked his dick from Josh's mouth, shoved it into his compression shorts, snapped his belt and left the stall. He said nothing to the other two as he walked to the corner of the room, hiding his bulge beneath his shirt.
"You cum, bro?" Vince asked quietly. Mark gave a somber nod.
Hunter looked down at Josh, who was still kneeling in the stall. "I accidentally swallowed it, I'm sorry," Josh said. Somehow it felt like the right thing to say, as Mark seemed a bit embarrassed about backing out. Still, Josh feared Hunter's reaction. The older boy just nodded, a knowing look on his face.
Then the bell rang, indicating that lunchtime was over.
"Fuck, I didn't even get to eat lunch!" Vince said, clearly pissed off. He then snickered, "Josh is the only one who got to eat," he remarked as he and Mark rushed toward the door, heading back to class. Both of them seemed to want to leave the room as quickly as possible as they attempted to wrap their minds around the fact that they'd just had a dude's mouth on their junk.
"Hang back a sec," Hunter said, grabbing Josh by the back of the neck as he attempted to follow his new "friends" into the hallway. "Did he really cum?" Josh shook his head, admitting the truth.
"He wasn't into it," Josh said. For some reason he was actually disappointed in himself.
"Well then. It looks like you have a reason to go to that party tomorrow night after all," Hunter said. "While I'm off fuckin' Sarah, you can work on getting Mark's cum. It's what you both need."
"You can't be serious," Josh objected. "I really don't wanna go..." Suddenly Hunter jabbed Josh in the ribs with his elbow. It wasn't extremely hard, but it made Josh wince slightly in shock
"You'll regret it if you don't," Hunter said with a grin. He then grabbed Josh's hand and placed it on his crotch, letting the younger boy feel his hardness. Josh closed his eyes tight, feeling up the bully's boner through his shorts. "Now listen carefully, kid," Hunter whispered into his ear, making his knees go weak. "If I tell you to do something, you do it. No arguments. No discussion. Other than that, you keep to yourself. You don't touch anyone without my permission. Remember who you belong to."
The words circled Josh's head. Josh wasn't sure he understood, but he nodded anyway.
"Who do you belong to, Joshy?" Hunter asked.
"I belong to you," Josh whispered, his eyes meeting Hunter's for what felt like the first time. He felt like he could orgasm right then and there. "I belong to you, Hunter..."
"Yes you do, kid," Hunter confirmed, his cock as big as ever beneath Josh's hand. "It's fate."
Sorry for there not being much sex in this one. I plan to keep this going for a good while so give me some time. Some of you are hoping for some affection between Josh and Hunter. All I can say is your patience is appreciated!
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