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Bio of a Bully

By: ozeboi69



I am so fuckin’ hot. I mean it, no kidding. 

It’s not vanity or nothin’ like that. It’s true. Plain and simple. I am fuckin’ a-grade hot. 

It’s like at school, everyone wants a piece of me, you know. The chicks giggle and gawk when I walk by and all the blokes – they all wanna be just like me. Even some of the teachers - no bullshit! 

It’s great being like this. I love it. I can have anything I want. Anything or anyone. I have the look of a fuckin’ angel, all sweet and pure, and that makes everything so much easier. 

If I was another guy, like a doppelganger or something, I’d grab that other motherfucker and shove him down there on his knees, shoving my cock into his mouth nice and hard, pumpin’ and thrustin’ and making him swallow every last drop. Jeeze, that’d be cool! 

When I look in the mirror, especially after a steaming hot shower…I get so fuckin’ horny! Seeing myself there, you know - my reflection and all – all wet and glistening ‘cause my skins still damp - wow! 

But there’s not another me. Just one. But that’s probably better, you know? No competition. I’m un-fuckin’-touchable. 

So I just check myself out in the morning, or strip off at night and have a perv before hittin’ the sack. Mmmm-mmm. Man! What a bod. I am so lucky. 

My Dad, see, he was a footballer. Played pro till he busted his leg in three places. Never recovered when he couldn’t go back to the game, so the ball turned to booze and he tackled that instead. My Mum, she gave up after a few years and hit the road, but I didn’t want to go with her. I like it here in Adelaide, it's my home. So I stayed with Dad. Twelve years old, I think I was. Yeah, twelve. And Dad and me, we had a blast. Two blokes living alone, doing what we want with no one nagging us. 

Anyway, it’s my Dad that I take after mostly see. I’ve got him to thank for my looks. And now that I’m eighteen and filled out a bit – you know, lost all that baby fat that some people get (not that I had much – I’ve always been pretty hot) – well, I’m even better looking than I was when I was a kid. 

Oh – now don’t get me wrong. It’s not all him. Can’t be – he was nowhere near a looker as me, but I can see where most of me comes from. You know, the blond, wavy hair, my height, build….you know? 

Speaking of my build, man am I lucky. I work out, right? – do a bit of jogging, go to the gym, all that kind of stuff, but I don’t have to, see? It’s all there. All I’m doing is building on it, making myself even more of a stud muffin. 

I love that word – “stud muffin”. Makes me laugh. Some chick at school….Chrissie?….yeah, I think so. Chrissie. I heard her use it once. I was walkin’ by, just finished my gym class. So there I was in my shorts and sneakers – no shirt – only fags wear shirts in gym class – they’re too scared that showing their flesh will turn ‘em on and make ‘em obvious, even if they already are. Anyway, so I’m walking past these chicks and I hear I them talking….whispering between themselves, like they didn’t want me to hear or nothing. But I did. 

“Ohhhh,” one of them says, “Check him out, there’s Justin!” 

“Oh, baby,” says another, “No shirt. I like it!” 

“Yeah, he’s a real stud muffin.” That was Chrissie who said that, but I think she was being sarcastic. I know she liked me. And she didn’t complain when I broke into her bedroom her that night and had her. Ha! Not that she could with my cock rammed so far in her mouth that she couldn’t make a sound! 

Anyway, she always watched me whenever I walked pasT and stuff, but she was being sarcastic that day. Tryin’ to impress her friends by being cool. Mind you, after my visit to her bedroom…she moved schools and I never saw her again, but that was cool. Didn’t want to anyway. I hate the way sheilas always rave on about love and commitment and all that crap. You bonk ‘em once and they expect you to marry them. But I think that’s why she moved schools, see? She couldn’t bear to face me again cause she knew I wasn’t interested. It was just a root, that’s it. I don’t need anyone…well, except maybe for a good fuck every now and then, and boy have I had some of them! 

You see, I’m straight, right? Don’t get me wrong there. I’m not a faggot. I hate faggots. There’s only good for forcin’ them down on you and making them suck you off. But I’m not interested in girls either. I don’t want a girlfriend – they’re too much trouble, nagging all day, getting a headache at night. Nah…not for me. Chicks are for fucking and fags are for sucking. For sucking me, that is, not the other way round. Fucking and sucking. Kinda rhymes, doesn’t it! Anyway, that’s my motto. 

But enough of that shit. Suppose you want to know more about what I do and stuff, huh? Well, I’m a high school student. Year 11. I won’t tell you the school though – don’t want any queers reading this and showing up at the gate hoping to catch me in my gym shorts. Fuck the lot of you, I say. If you’re a queer and reading this, then fuck off. Stick your nose up someone else’s arse and leave my business to myself. 

As for the rest of you, you’re probably wondering how I can be eighteen years old and in year 11. Well, you see, I’ve never been that smart. Study is for pussies. I’m like my Dad, you know – an action man. I get full grades in stuff like gym, and electives like metalwork and carpentry. But the other stuff? I mean, who gives a fuck about the American civil war? They got the whole fuckin’ thing wrong anyway, fighting for freedom and all that crap. What a load of horseshit! Let the bastards do what they fucking want, alright? Who the fuck were the Yankees to push their views onto the south anyway? 

Personally, I think the southerners got it right. Not about blacks and all that. I don’t have any problem with niggers, so long as they’re not queer. But slavery? Hey – I like it, you know. Get some pissant little fuckwit to do all the work and leave me my time to do what I want. They got fed and sheltered and stuff, so what’s the problem? Most of them probably didn’t have that much brains between them anyway. Let them free and they would’ve starved without help. 

I’ve gone off again, haven’t I? I do that, you know. My mind races so fast sometimes that I can’t keep up with it. Too much to think about see, like who I’m gonna take next or what I’m gonna do after school….you know how it is. 

So anyway, I’m in year 11. Got kept back see, once in primary school and once in high school. Fuckin’ year 7. Can you believe it? They kept me back in grade 7 ‘cause they thought I wasn’t ready for high school. And then the cunts kept me back in year 8 too. Boy was I pissed about that! Two fucking years in a row! 

But it's okay. I got my own back. That bastard, Mr Green, my homeroom teacher – fucking faggot, he was – he didn’t know what hit him. I waited for him after parent/teacher night and got him in the car park. It was dark, see? Most people had gone. He didn’t fuckin’ know what had hit him but I tell ya, we were calling him Mr Blue after that. 

I waited till he came out, see? Watching him in the classroom through the window. When I saw him pack up, I went over to his car and hid and when he got there I fuckin’ pounced, man. It was brilliant. He went down faster than a prostitute’s undies. Broke his nose on impact. Then I kicked him a few times in the gut, stomped on his face and that was it. Short and sweet. The prick lay there bleeding and groaning, and I took off before anyone came along. Served him right for keeping me back. 

So anyway, that’s why I’m so old and still have a year to go. I hate school, except for the fact that everyone fucking drools over me. My old man won’t let me leave – it’s the one thing we disagree on – but I guess it’s not that bad. I hate school but at least I get my way there. I’ve got the freedom to do what I want, when I want and being in school gives you the advantage of people putting bad stuff down to the exuberance of youth. Not that I’m caught out too often! And like, when you make someone suck cock and stuff….they’re not gonna tell. They’re too scared about what other people will think of them, and they know that if they ever dobbed on me, their fuckin’ life wouldn’t be worth living. 

The other good thing is that, being eighteen, I’m older than most of the other kids. A few of them in their last year are eighteen, but they don’t really count. They’ve got nothing on me anyway. In my Junior year like I am, the other kids look up to me, like I’m the oldest and stuff. 

I’m a natural leader anyway, you know? My friends follow me blindly, doing what I tell them, scared of making me upset. That’s pretty cool. I like them being scared of me. I like being in control and one look from me can make them pee their wimpy little pants. It’s cool. 

There was this one guy once who tried to stand his ground. He came to our school from St Clair’s, a private Catholic school. Thought he was hot shit. Did lots of weight lifting and stuff; thought he was tough. I showed him though. It was one of them times when it was really worthwhile, you know? He wasn’t no faggot - he could take down nearly anyone if he wanted, but not me. I like a good challenge and he was one of them, though not as much as that other faggot’s big brother. Now that was a really cool challenge. I almost lost that one – thought I was going to, too. But that’s another story for later. 

This Catholic boy. His name was Fab, short for Fabio, an Italian guy. Good bod. But he had all these poofy ideas about humanity and pacifism and stuff, you know? Like the stuff they teach in Church. 

Anyway, Fab came to our school and like all new kids, I had to check him out, and he was hot. Not as hot as me, but still hot. He was in my English class, looking like a right nerd – glasses and a tie. Made a few of the girls look twice. I remember the first day I saw him looking like that. I thought, “Oh yeah, he looks easy pickings. Could be fun seeing how much those huge fuckin’ lips of his can take.” And that fact that he made a few of the girls – not all of them – look at him instead of me, well….that just made my blood boil, you know. So I knew I had to take him on. 

He was really rakish, I thought. He wore baggy clothes and I thought he was hiding skin and bones, not muscle. Man, was I wrong! Not that it mattered in the end. 

I cornered him after school and told him that he owed me for stealing my thunder. Well…not exactly. I told him some other crap, but said that I would meet him in the park on Saturday, one-on-one, to teach him a lesson. He said that he wasn’t going to fight me and that he didn’t know what he’d done wrong, but he didn’t look scared or nothing. I told him he had no choice and if he didn’t show up then I’d kick his arse on the Monday after school in front of everyone. 

So he showed up on Saturday like I told him. I’d picked a secluded part of the park where no one went, hidden behind trees and things, so no one could see him giving me a head job. Not that there’s anything wrong with forcing a guy to do that, but sometimes people don’t understand, you know. Don’t want them thinking that I’m a faggot. 

The grass was wet from the rain the night before, but it was an okay day. The sun was out but there was a cool breeze, so I wore my gym shorts and no shirt. I like a cool breeze touching my skin – it turns me on big time. So Fab shows up in a tracksuit, right on time like a good little Catholic boy. 

“Fuckin’ pussy!” That was how I greeted him, lookin’ at him decked out in all his clothing. “What’s the matter? Afraid to meet me like a man? Are you a faggot or something?” I knew he wasn’t, but it was good saying that, just to piss him off. 

“What’s your problem?” he asked. “I haven’t done anything against you? Why do you want to fight me?” 

“’Cause I hate you, that’s why,” I said. I crouched down, as though it were like a serious wrestling match or something and said, “Come on.” 

He looked at me for a minute then sighed and peeled off his top. 

“Fine,” he said. 

I tell ya, man, it threw me for six. Looking at him standing there – his body was nothing like I’d imagined. I thought he was like a weed or something, but when he took off his top it was like, wow! And I knew he’d be tough, but that just excited me even more. I couldn’t wait to shove my cock in his mouth and make him take it. The tougher they are, the harder they fall – isn’t that what they say? 

I checked him out, looking him up and down to size him out. Fab just stood there, waiting for me start, which was the dumbest thing. Never let your opponent get in the first swing. Puts you at a disadvantage if he tackles you first. 

So anyway, I sized him up and was impressed. He was thin, but it was all muscle, with a nice, light coat of hair on his chest. His skin was pale, like it hadn’t seen much sun, but that didn’t shock me. It’s like I said earlier about fags and Catholic boys being scared to take off their shirts and be a real man. 

I liked the chest hair he had. I didn’t have any but I always thought it made you more of a man to have a bit of hair, you know? Not that it bothered me being smooth and muscular. At least I had the muscles. That made me just as much a man as anyone 

Anyway, I looked him over and he stood there waiting. When I was done, I stepped towards him and was impressed that he didn’t take a step back. Most guys back off, so I knew he was confident and that made the fight even more exhilarating. 

“Time to eat dirt,” I said and I jumped forward to grab him. But instead, the bastard caught me around the wrists and took me off guard. I wasn’t used to anyone being ready like that and before I knew it, he had twisted my hands so far back that I fell to my knees. My hands were pinned together above my head, my back arched as he held me there, looming over me like he was some kind of undefeatable God or something. 

I gritted my teeth, straining against his hold, but he held me fast, determined not to let me get up. Then suddenly, he stepped backwards and let me go, making me fall face first into the wet grass. He sat on top of me before I could turn around and grabbed my arms, pulling them up and back, pinning me to the ground. I gasped in surprise. I couldn’t move. And I could feel the ground, all soggy and stuff from the rain, rubbin’ into my chest and making me all wet and dirty. It was kinda a nice feeling, really, now that I think back on it, but at the time, I was too fuckin’ pissed off to notice. 

“Give up,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you. Let’s just call it quits and no one will know what happened.” 

“Cunt!” I cried out. “I’ll fuckin’ kill you!” But there was nothing I could do to break free. The bastard knew it and he twisted my arms harder behind me, making me cry out in pain, riding me like I was a fuckin’ surfboard with handlebars or something. It was the first time I had ever started to lose a fight and no one had ever made me yell before like that, so I got really angry and was even more determined not to let him win. I was the undisputed champion. No one could touch me. And now he was making me the wimp and I hadn’t even handled him in the slightest. 

I gritted my teeth harder and held on. He would get bored with the move quickly if I did nothing and then he’d let go and I’d get him. But it seemed to last forever. 

When he finally let go, I twisted around underneath him but he quickly grabbed my hands again and pinned them to the ground above me. 

“Give up,” he said again. “This is pointless. Give up and we’ll call it even.” 

“Fuck you!” I growled. My back arched as I tried to raise my hands, but he pushed me down with his body weight, holding me there still. My chest was all wet and covered in bits of grass and I could see him trying to make sure that none of it got onto him, ‘cause he wanted to stay as clean as he fuckin’ could, probably so his old man or fucking mother didn’t find out what he was doing. 

And then I remembered the moves I’d seen on the WWF and I kicked up my knees, hitting him in the back with them. He lost his balance and I pulled my hands free, throwing him off me. 

Before he could get up, I leapfrogged off the ground and landed on him, slamming my elbow into his stomach. He doubled over and cried out in pain. Now that was a sound I liked to hear. 

I jumped on top of him fully, pushing him from his side onto his back, but before I could grab him, he swung an arm up and hooked the motherfucker right under my throat, pushing me over and off him. Then he rolled away from me and got up onto his knees, just like I did. 

I could see that he was really angry now. He’s eyes were wide open and I could almost see the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He tried to attack me this time and when we caught each other in a power vice, I made sure I pushed my chest into his so he’d get all the fuckin’ wet grass over him too, like it was on his back now. 

We held each other hard, both of us pushing against each other trying to see who was the strongest. He didn’t have the advantage this time of catching me off guard, but he still held fast. I was fuckin’ pushin’ and straining, trying to force the bastard back, but he wouldn’t’ budge, trying to do the same fucking thing back at me. 

So we stayed there pressed against each other in the power vice for ages, man, muscles ripping at the seams and it was a real endurance test to see who could hold out the longest. I knew it would be me. It always fucking is – I’ve got a real good tolerance for pain – kinda enjoy a bit of it really – and when it comes to inflicting it on others, there’s nothin’ that’s gonna stop me. 

So eventually, I could see he was beginning to weaken. Bit by bit, I could feel his arms starting to move backwards and felt his chest pressing harder into mine as his back started to arch. I could feel the hair on his chest, all soggy from me, tickling me a bit and I liked that feeling, knowing that it was me making him press his bod into me. 

And then, when I felt him give way a bit more, I twisted around, bringing his right hand up over his head and forcing the fucker to the ground. He was still on his knees, so when I let go of his hands, they hit the ground first followed by his head. How cool was that – making him head butt the fuckin’ ground?! 

I didn’t give the prick a chance to get up again. I dropped on him real hard with my elbow in his back, making him flatten out completely on the ground. We were both covered in wet grass now and the cool air was making my nipples as hard as my cock. I sat on his back, bringing my knees up and hooked his arms back over them. Then I grabbed the cunt around the throat with my arm and held him there, choking him. I think on the WWF they call it a Boston Crab or a Camel Clutch or something like that, but it’s a fuckin’ cool move, whatever it's called, ‘cause there’s fuck all they can do to get out of it, and if they stay in it for long enough, they pass out. How fuckin’ cool is that?! 

Anyway, I didn’t ask him if he wanted to give up. It wasn’t an option I was gonna let the fucker have. So I held him there for a while and then with my free hand I reached around and started hitting him in the chest too, just to make him suffer a bit more. They weren’t that hard, the blows, ‘cause it's hard to get any force into your fist when you’re hitting someone from that angle. It’s kinda awkward, you know? But that was okay – it didn’t need to be hard. I was only doing it for effect, to make him suffer that little bit more. Shit – I wasn’t trying to kill him or nothing, just make him see who was top dog. 

I got bored after holding him there so long, so I finally let the fucker go. He didn’t move much, laying there under me all limp, head to one side, arms outstretched, breathing really heavy. I knew he was a goner so I got up and walked around him, circling like a vulture. 


Bio of a Bully Ch. 2



Most of the teachers at my school really suck. No shit man. They could all do with a good fuck to loosen them up a bit. And I'd be the one to give it to them too, if I could. 

The problem with most of them though is that they're too fucking smart for their own good. Adults are dangerous. See, the older they get, the more the know about things, so I usually can't do jack to them without the shit hitting the fan. The kids in school are easy. I can push them around, make them give me a fuckin' blow job, whatever, and they're too scared to squeal. They know I'd put their fuckin' head through a window if they fucking tried that shit on me. So they keep quiet and I get to have it all my way. Just how I like it. 

Teachers though, they're a different kettle of fish. But when I put my mind to it, I can have anyone I fuckin' want – student or fucking teacher. And I have too. I just gotta go about it different, see? 

First of all, I always make sure I don't get caught when I'm messin' around so most of them know jack shit about me. Ha! Some of them even think I'm an angel. Can you fuckin' believe it! How fuckin' stupid are they? 

I don't get good grades most of the time. Study is for pussies. I like the hands on stuff like carpentry and gym and things - now they're cool. But 'cause most of the teachers think I'm an okay kinda guy, they just think I got some kind of learning disability. Fuck that! I just don't give a shit, that's the truth. 

I remember there was this one chick. Fuckin' tight as, she was. Came into the school to work as a librarian. Hair all pulled back in a tight bun, glasses hanging off the end of her fuckin' nose. Jeeze she was ugly. Looked like the back end of a fuckin' baboon. Anyone that ugly deserves to be treated like shit. They should be put down at birth. 

She was young – only 25 I reckon, not long outta college. Janet was her name. Never forget it. I fuckin' wrecked her for life, I reckon! 

She was staying back to do some work with one of the other teachers – cataloguing or some shit like that. So I hung around outside watching them through the window. And when they started packing up, the other teacher left and she was all alone. I couldn't believe my fuckin' luck! 

I had this ski-mask which my Dad bought be ages ago and I put it on so she wouldn't recognise me, right? Then I slipped inside and fuckin' scared the shit out of her. What a fuckin' high! She was sure I was gonna rape her or something, but I didn't want to touch her – not her. She was too fuckin' ugly! I just shoved her around a bit and teased her, telling her she was a walking flag for euthanasia. Had her in fuckin' tears I did. And I kept at it for a full half hour before I let her go running out the room screaming and crying, leaving the library all unlocked and stuff for me to trash quickly before the cops come. 

She didn't come back to school the rest of the week. And when she did, she was never alone. My mates knew it had something to do with me 'cause I couldn't stop fucking laughing every time I saw her after that. And there was a rumour going 'round the school that she'd been attacked by one of the students, but no one knew who. 

I don't trust no one, so I never told anyone that it was me. I just let them think that I found it all funny but didn't know who had done it. 

I do heaps of shit like that, scaring people and pushing them around. It's better though when they know who you are but with teachers, you can't get away with it. I love seeing the look of fear in people's faces, you know? Watching them cross the road to keep away from me or doing what I tell them. People are such pussies. They deserve to be treated like that and most of them want it deep down anyway, I reckon, otherwise they'd stand up for themselves more. 

One of the best times I had was with the football coach at the start of this year. Now that was something different, not my usual style, but fuck was it fun. You see, I planned this one and worked at it for weeks. I wanted that cunt to know exactly who I was and have him sitting in the palm of my fuckin' hand. 

He was a new football coach at school. Started this year 'cause he transferred from some other place miles away. Anyway, his name was Coach Agliadis – a wog - and man did I fuck him over good and proper! 

Agliadis kept pushing me to go on the football team, but I hate that game. I think its for faggots, like said last time. But I think he really just wanted to see me in the showers, you know? He was a faggot, I could tell. He was heaps old, like 40 or something, and had this huge fucking moustache like all the leather men do when you see them on TV – you know, like at Mardi Gras in Sydney. Why the fuck they let those poofs out on the street like that, I dunno. It's fuckin' sick. They're all fuckin' sick in the head. The only time they're happy is when they're sucking cock or being kicked in the head like they deserve. 

So anyway, he looked like a faggot with his huge mo and all this fuckin' chest hair that stuck out from the top of his shirt. He always kept a couple of buttons undone – like, we wanted to see all that? I'd fuckin' put a match to it if I could and start a fuckin' forest fire on him! 

Anyway, he kept asking and I kept saying 'no' and after about the fourth time, that's when I realised what he really fuckin' wanted from me. I wasn't gonna give it to him – I'm no faggot – but I got this idea in my head and thought this could be mega cool, making him so fuckin' hot for me that I could jab him up the arse and he'd never tell anyone cause it would be his fault and he'd loose his job. 

So I started hanging out where ever he was and watchin' him, you know? And I'd make sure that he'd see me watching him and smiling at him. And sometimes I'd undo a couple of the buttons on my shirt like he did and when he'd notice me, I'd start playing with my chest and stuff, or touching my crotch. 

It wasn't that obvious, don't get me wrong. I was fuckin' Subtle with a capital 'S', not doing it always and when I did, I made sure that it looked like I was thinking about other stuff, like I didn't know that I was doing it. 

After a while, he started coming up to me to chat and asking me what I was doing alone without my friends around me. I had to try so fuckin' hard not to laugh at him. He was so fuckin' obvious. But I pretended like I didn't know that he wanted me and that I thought he was just being friendly 'cause he wanted me on the football team. And when I was talking to him, I made sure that he knew that I was eighteen, to sort of encourage him and stuff, and I'd touch myself again like I was doing it absent minded. 

I could see his eyes dropping down to look at my hand, you know, every time I touched my chest or crotch. The perv was trying to look at my body without letting me know. And sometimes he'd lick his lips like they were dry or something, but I knew it was because he was fuckin' fantasizing over me. 

It didn't take long – only a couple of weeks – before he started talking to me every day. Like, he'd come over to me, and on some days, when I deliberately made sure I wasn't near him, he'd come looking for me to talk again. 

He acted like he cared a lot about me and that he thought I had some fuckin' problems or something and was reaching out and stuff, but I knew it was all an act. He had to have some kind of excuse to spend so much time with me, you know, 'cause he was a teacher and all. If only he knew that he was doing exactly what I wanted him to fuckin' do! He was eating out of the palm of my hand and didn't even know it! 

Then one day, he said to me that some of the jocks on the football team were gonna spend the weekend at his place on a property he had in the country, and he wanted me to come too. I wanted to cum alright – fuck yeah – but I didn't let him know that. 

I told him that I wanted to come, but not with all the other guys 'cause I didn't get along with them – all sweet and nice like I was really fuckin' desperate to get away from home but too shy to go with the fuckin' group. He lapped it up and told me that I could go out to his property with him the next weekend if I wanted instead. Fuckin'-A! Just him and me. 

I was hangin' for that weekend, man! I was used to just going up to whoever I wanted and fuckin' taking them, then and there, whenever I wanted. All this fuckin' plotting and planning was driving me nuts, but I knew it would be worth it. And I've got good patience. I always get what I want, one fuckin' way or another. 

So there I was, fuckin' killin' time for a week and a half and waiting to shove my cock up his arse. It was gonna be so cool seeing him on his knees like that. Agliadis was a tall bastard – loomed over everyone. He was more than six foot. But when I got him alone – man, he was gonna feel smaller than a fuckin' ant when I finished with him. I got hard just thinking about it. I love a good challenge and this was definitely one of them! 

There was this senior wimp at school called Scott and he copped it heaps till that weekend. I was so fuckin' horny waiting to take down the Coach that I made Scott eat me three times that last week. Scott was a real pussy. A total faggot, all weedy and thin and scared of his own shadow. He used to cry every time I picked on him or made him do stuff for me - like give me his lunch or lick my shoes clean. Like, he was really gonna make it in the world when he finished school this year – yeah, right! Fuckn' dweeb! 

There was no challenge with Scott, but it killed time for me and sometimes a wuss like him was okay for a quickie, you know? Just do it, no problems, nice and fast. Shove it in, slap him around and go home. 

I pinned him down in the corridor at school on the Monday and told him that he had to meet me in the park after school. He didn't want to come and started crying almost right way, the fuckin' pussy. But he came anyway, 'cause he knew that if he didn't then I'd let him have it, bash him stupid. 

Scott is one of my favourite wimps for a quickie. He's got these big, thick lips and a really long tongue and he could use both of them real good. And when he was giving me head, he was always crying and sobbing and I could feel the tears fallin' on my cock like warm water, and his sobs were like an extra vibrator or something that made the blow job even better. 

I'd boss him around in the park and make him pull down his own pants first and open my fly with his teeth. Not that I wanted to see his fucking dick. No way. But making him do that embarrassed the shit out of him and made the fucker cry even harder, which is like, the ultimate high, you know? 

"Fuckin' do it, you little shit!" I'd yell at him and I'd squeeze the pressure points on his shoulders to make him fall down to the ground. I'd ram my cock down his throat as hard as I could and keep ramming it even when he was sucking. And when he finished, I always made sure he swallowed all the cum and lick my cock fully clean and then put in back in my pants. I didn't want to touch it with his fuckin' saliva all over it. Not till I got home and had a fuckin' shower to clean all that shit off me. 

I always slapped him when he was finished too, just for the hell of it, and I'd tell him that next time it had to be better or I'd kick his arse. He was so scared. I loved it. I never told him if I like it, I just made him work harder the next time and pretended like he did some pissant little job that wasn't worth the fuckin' effort. 

When Friday came, I left school with the coach so we could drive out to his property right away. I told my old man that I was going away for the weekend, but he'd be too fuckin' pissed to know I was gone anyway. 

It took about two hours to drive to Agliadis's fuckin' property. It was miles away, really in the sticks. And when we got there, I realised that he had no near neighbours either. Too fuckin' good to be true! We were completely by ourselves with no one around. 

It was like a farmhouse, his property. It was all wooden and small. I don't know how the fuck he put up with the jocks the weekend before. There wasn't enough fuckin' room. 

When we got inside, he showed me to my bedroom and I told him that I wanted to have a shower. He showed me where it was and told me to make myself at home and that he'd start cooking dinner for us. 

When I got out of the shower, I put on some really tight shorts and nothing else. I came out and sat down on this old, beaten up lounge chair and watched him cooking in the kitchen. When he turned around and saw me, he did a double-take and I swear to fuckin' God, I had to bite my tongue to stop myself grinning! 

When dinner was ready, he told me to put something else on, so I threw on a shirt, but didn't bother buttoning it up. Before dinner, when we were talking and stuff, I saw his eyes keep falling down to my chest. I could see that he thought I was hot, and when I left my shirt open over dinner, he kept looking down again at my bod. Fuckin' queer. 

After dinner, all he wanted to do was sit and talk. There was no fuckin' television there and the radio was so piss weak that it wasn't worth having it on – all static and stuff so you couldn't hear the music good. 

I told him that I was really tired and wanted to go to bed early and he said that it was a good idea. I stood up before he did and gave a fake yawn so I could stretch in front of him and make my chest stuck out of my shirt. I saw him look at it again, so I rubbed my hand over my chest as I said goodnight. He wanted me so fuckin' bad, I could tell. 

I waited in my bedroom for about an hour after he went to bed, then tiptoed to his room. I could hear him snoring inside like a fuckin' ogre or something, so I slipped in and climbed into the bed next to him, real carefully so that he didn't wake up. He was only wearing his jocks and he was stretched out on his back so I could see his hairy bod rising and falling from breathing. 

I wanted so bad then to put my hand over his mouth and nose and suffocate the sucker, but I didn't 'cause I knew that would scare him and the only way I was gonna fuckin' own him was to make him think it was like a sicko father/son thing. 

So I pulled the covers right back instead and put my hand on his chest and rubbed in up and down. The faggot woke up really slowly with a smile on his face and I could see how hard his cock had gone too. The cunt was having a wet dream because I was touching him and he started to play with himself until he opened his eyes and saw that it was me. Then he sat up real quickly and looked at me. 

"What are you doing?" he said, like he didn't know! 

"I didn't want to be alone tonight," I lied. "Can I sleep here with you?" Real sweet like a fuckin' little boy lost! I was fuckin' smooth, man! 

I could see his mind ticking over real fast like he was trying to decide if he should do the right fuckin' thing or what he wanted most. 

"I don't think that's a good idea, Justin," he said. "Perhaps you should go back to your own room. I'm right here if you need me during the night." 

"I need you now," I said and I put my hand down on his crotch and rubbed it. He jumped like a fuckin' scared rabbit and pulled my hand away, but he was already hard again and I could see his cock throbbing in his underpants. 

"Justin, no," he said, as if I'd fuckin' take orders from him! 

"Why not?" I pulled my hand out of his and started rubbing his cock again. 

"Who's gonna know? It's just us two." 

He was breathing heavy now and when he tried to take my hand away from his crotch again, I redirected it to my cock and made him start rubbing me. 

"We're both hard," I said to him. "I know you want me." I wanted so bad then to call him a faggot, but I knew I couldn't do that till I had him convinced further. It's so fuckin' lucky I've got patience when I need it! 

"Justin, no. This is wrong," he said. "I'm a teacher. We can't have sex, it's not allowed." He pulled his hand away from me and tried to get up, so I pushed him back down on the bed and climbed on top of him, sitting on his stomach. He wasn't trying hard to get away or stop me, so there was no fuckin' way I could lose. 

"Fuck the rules!" I said. "I'm eighteen and there's no one here to know." I rubbed my hands up and down his chest a few times, then started tweaking his nipples with one hand and reached back with the other to grab his cock, masturbating it. Agliadis groaned and his head fell back onto the pillow. 

"We shouldn't," he said, but I knew he was lying now 'cause he breath was all rasping like he was having a fuckin' asthma attack or something, so I slid my arse up his chest and flopped my cock out in his face, putting my knees over his arms to hold him down. My cock was throbbing real hard, bouncing up and down like a fuckin' yoyo, and Agliadis opened his mouth and swallowed the fucker whole like it was his first fuckin' meal in a week. Oh yeah! The fucker was mine! 

I gave his mouth a good working over, thrusting as hard as I could, but the motherfucker took it, didn't gag or nothin' – a real faggot! So I reached back, making sure I kept him pinned down with my knees, and grabbed the sucker's cock again, rubbin' it hard and then grabbing it out of his jocks and strokin' it. I hate that shit man. It felt like a fuckin' worm baked hard in the sun, but I knew I had to do it if he was gonna let me ram his arse like I wanted. I had to get the fucker going right off, and if I made him cum first, then he couldn't try nothin' on me, like playing with my arse or something. 

When I grabbed his cock, he stopped sucking and let my dick flop out and he was gasping and groaning. He tried lifting up his hands but I made sure I held them down. I grabbed my cock with my free hand and shoved it back in his mouth. It was all wet from the fucker's saliva, so I wiped the dribble on his hair then grabbed it and forced his face up and down to keep sucking me. Man, was I in fuckin' Heaven or what! I was sitting on a fuckin' old age daddy bear leather man making him suck me off, AND he was a fuckin' teacher! 

It wasn't long before I was too hot for his arse to wait any fuckin' longer, so I slid down his bod and grabbed his undies, ripping them off over his ankles. I had to get off the end of the fuckin' bed to do that 'cause the cunt was so tall, his feet were hanging off the end. When I did that, he tried sitting up, like he was gonna grab me and pull me down under him. But there was no fuckin' way that I was gonna let him fuckin' slobber all over me. So I walked around to the side of the bed and pushed him over so he was face down. 

His arse was all hairy like the rest of his bod and I climbed on top of him again, slapping his butt cheeks to make them all red and hot. I heard him groaning again, so I knew he liked that. He was getting off with me making him do my stuff, so I slid down onto his ankles and grabbed his waist, pulling him up so he was kneeling in front of me. I pressed my stiff cock against his butt and he knew exactly what I was gonna do. 

"Wait," he said and reached into a the drawer next to the bed and pulled out a fuckin' condom and lube. It was like, he knew this was gonna happen and he had it all there ready! Fuckin' faggot – all they ever think about is fuckin' sex. 

I knew I'd have to use the fuckin' rubber if he was gonna let me shove it in him, so I snatched it out of his hand and ripped open the fuckin' packet with my teeth. I slapped him hard on the arse again to keep him hard, then rolled the rubber on and squeezed the lube all over it. 

My hands were all greasy then, so I reached around the fucker's massive torso and rubbed them dry on his chest. The fucker expected me to kiss his neck or something, but I just wanted to ram myself in him, so I grabbed his nipples and pinched them real tight. Agliadis yelled out loud and I pulled down on his tits making him bend over onto all fours. 




Bio of a Bully Ch. 2



The moment I was hanging for was here. I leg go of his nipples and straightened up, then squeezed his ribs real tight, and tried to shoved it in. He cried out again 'cause I poked him so hard, telling me to be careful, so I dug my nails into his back instead and raked them down rough enough to draw blood. Sucker! The bonus too was that now I had the proof that we'd done it if he didn't do like I told him. Those fuckin' scratch marks would be there for weeks! 

His back arched making the cunt look like a cat stretching out on its knees and this time I did laugh at him. I slapped his back and told him to hold still, then grabbed my dick, still dripping with lube, and nudged his arse with it. 

I don't think he made any more noise then. If he did, I didn't hear it, 'cause I was burning up with the conquest and the only thing on my mind was sinking my rock hard cock into his tight, hairy arse. That and how much the cunt was enjoying the pain I gave him. Fuckin' weird! 

I nudged my cock in further and further and saw his head raise up, like he must have been gasping or something. And then it was in and I was pumping and thrusting and the faggot took it all. 

I knew when I was done, the prick would want to do the same to me, so I reached around and grabbed his cock from underneath and started yanking at it hard and fast like there was no tomorrow. It was wet and sweaty and felt really gross, but I gritted my teeth and did it anyway. It was fuckin' sick man, having to do that do him, touching his cock and all, but I wasn't stupid and it was worth the sacrifice to keep the sucker down and off me. 

I knew he wasn't saying nothing now 'cause I could hear him gaspin' and groanin' and getting louder the harder I went at it. 

I felt myself ready to come, but had to make sure that he did it first, so I slowed right down, but kept myself inside him so he couldn't move, one hand reaching over to his shoulder, holding him there, and the other twisted around him, pulling the fucker off. 

I thought he'd never finish man, but finally he stopped his pussy noises and held his breath. I knew he was gonna come, so with my other hand that was on his shoulder, I grabbed the base of his neck and squeezed tight. The wuss cried out like a girl when I dug my fingers in tight, but it didn't stop him from cumming, man, shootin' out his white stuff all over the sheets. 

I smiled 'cause I knew I'd won and started jabbing at him again before he could recover. His head was on the pillow now, his arse up in the air at me and I could see all the sweat running up his back. Then I felt myself peaking and man, did I fuckin' blow. I swear, I thought the stuff was gonna come out his mouth! I shot my load inside him like a fuckin' machine gun, man – it just kept cummin' and cummin'! Fuckin'-A! 

Agliadis wanted to kiss and touch me when we were done, but "fuck that" I thought. So I acted like I was feelin' all guilty and stuff and went back to my room, not that I slept much. All I could do was laugh at the faggot for giving in like he did and letting me have my way! 

In the morning, he was like, really shy and stuff and didn't know what to say to me. He looked like shit, like he hadn't slept much either, but he was dying of fuckin' guilt or something too! He told me that last night was wrong and shouldn't have happened and I told him that it did and he couldn't fuckin' deny it. Then I told him I wanted to go back home, so we packed up and he drove me back home like he was a fuckin' slave boy doing what he's told. 

I gave Agliadis a fuckin' mega guilt-trip every time I saw him then. When he came to school on the Monday, I made sure he'd see me and then I'd dive off in the other direction, making him think I was avoiding him and all, but as soon as I was out of sight, I'd start fuckin' laughing again. My friends had no fuckin' idea what was going on and I could see them looking at me like I was psycho or something, but I didn't care about that – it just made it funnier. 

After a couple of days like that, Agliadis was lookin' real fuckin' bad and started avoiding me too. That took the fun out of it, 'cause if I couldn't see him, then I couldn't make him feel more guilty, so I went up to him one lunch time and made up some bullshit that I was gonna leave school and all, 'cause I couldn't deal with seeing him around. 

He fuckin' freaked, man! Like, total panic! And said that I had to stay in school and that he would leave instead. Man, if it wasn't a job for faggots, I'd get into acting – I would've won a fuckin' award, standing there with a straight face, like I was really worried and upset, and looking down at my feet so I'm not letting him see my eyes laughing at him. 

He did leave too, the sucker. The school said he had to go because of "personal reasons" but I know he didn't tell them the truth 'cause they would have wanted to talk to me about it if he did. Only I knew why he really left and I reckon he moved up to his country house to make sure he never fuckin' ran into me again in the city. Fuck knows if he's still coaching, but I betcha he's still thinking about me! 

After they meet me, they never forget!



Bio of a Bully Ch. 3: Big Brother Pt. 1



I told you about how I broke into that chick Chrissie's house one night and taught her a thing or two about fucking with me. See, she really wanted me bad, but didn't want her friends to know it, right? So she was bad mouthing me and stuff with sarcasm. I went over there and let her have what she wanted, and I told her that if I heard her bad mouthing me again, it wouldn't be my dick in her face next time. 

That was such a fuckin' cool thing to do and I still haven't seen the slut since. Once she got a taste of me, she was like every other fuckin' whore. She wanted more but knew I wouldn't give it to her, so she disappeared to another school so she wouldn't have to put up with seeing me and knowing that I won't put out for her again. Chicks are so fuckin' fickle, man. And you wonder why I don't have a fuckin' girlfriend? 

Now, if you think I'm talking about 'home invasion' or some shit like that when I said I broke into her bedroom, then your fuckin' wrong, okay? It's not. A 'home invasion' is when a bunch of punks breaks in and beat the shit out of the people that live there, then nick off with their TV and stereo and stuff. I don't do that shit. I'm not a fuckin' thief, alright? 

What I do see, is get into their bedroom and give 'em what they want – kinda like a modern day Santa Clause, you know? Everybody fuckin' wants me, but I can only give it to a few, right? It isn't always easy being this fuckin' hot. 

Anyway, so like I was saying, I climb in through their bedroom window when everyone's asleep and let them taste me. I let them suck me off, or I shove my cock up their arse, and then I go home. Simple, easy, and we both get what we want. 

I love getting a good blowjob and some of the fuckin' faggots out there really know how to give one. I usually gotta beat it out of them first though, 'cause they seem to like playing that fuckin' game - fuckin' weirdos, pretending they don't want it when they do. I know they want it real bad. I see them watching me in the schoolyard or when I'm out walking down the street and stuff, and I can see in their eyes that they're just thinking about my fuckin' hot bod and my huge, throbbin' dick, and they want me to shove it in them. Really want it, man. So I give it to them. 

Chicks are all funny about that kinda stuff. Most of them act real weird when I tell them that I wanna shove my cock down their gob. They cock-tease like fuckin' mad, and then don't put out, most of them. So when I'm horny, I gotta use the fags. They give it good and they don't want a fuckin' relationship out of it, ya know? 

I fuckin' hate faggots, I really do, but sometimes ya just gotta get it off, and they're the best cunts for it. I use them 'cause they want to be used. Nothing wrong with that. 

The pricks never thank me for it. Never. But that's like the faggot's way, see? They just suck cock then go home and play with themselves. They haven't got the brains to hold a fuckin' conversation unless its beggin' for more in their fuckin' "please don't" kinda way. Like a fuckin' woman, I swear! They know they want it. Why can't they just fuckin' say so instead of pretending like they don't and making me have to force it in so they can feel like a fuckin' victim? What a load of shit! 

Anyway, there was the one time when I got the biggest fuckin' bonus ever, man. It was like, totally unexpected and so fuckin' cool in the end, though it freaked me out at first. 

Y'all know that I love a good challenge. The harder the queers fight back, the harder I get, see? The game pisses me off, 'cause I just wanna do it, ya know, but it gets me fuckin' burning too, dominating them like that. I reckon some of them know that I get off on pushing them around, so they deliberately try to push me away so I can get even hotter before they do it to me. It's like, they want me so fuckin' bad that they'll do anything to me hornier first so I'll come back for more, ya know? 

Anyway, Scott, that twelfth grade dweeb I was telling you about last time? Well he's got a brother, see. An older brother who he lives with 'cause his folks fuckin' keeled over or something. And Scott's brother Tony is like, a fuckin' fag too! He's like about 29 or something and heaps of my friends have seen him on weekends coming out of fuckin' queer joints and holdin' hands with other blokes. 

Now, I didn't know then that Scott has this brother, see? When I'd paid the fag a little visit sometimes at night, the joint was like dead quiet, you know? Not a fuckin' sound, 'cause his brother must've been sleeping or out fucking his queer mates or something. So I just thought Scott lived with his fuckin' folks like normal. 

One day, my friends were whinging like fuckin' sissies wantin' to do something with me that night, like go to a movie or something. I'd been fuckin' playing with myself all day in the toilets 'cause I was real horny and was planning to pay Scott a visit that night. Well, my mates kept carrying on 'cause they like to be seen out with me, right? So I had to tell them I was busy. Then the cunts wanted to know what I was doing, so finally I told them I was planning to pay Scott a visit and stir him up a bit. They thought that was hot shit man, but I wouldn't let them come with me even though they fuckin' begged. I told them that if I saw them near Scott' fuckin' house, I was gonna kick their arses into tomorrow, 'cause I know how much they wanna be like me and would probably hang around so they could listen outside otherwise. 

About 11 o'clock that night, I was checkin' myself out in the mirror, getting ready to head off to the fag's place, flexing my muscles and getting myself all pumped up. I could see why all the fags and the chicks thought I was so cool looking and all. I fuckin' turn myself on when I see my reflection, especially when I'm all wet still from a shower and stuff. I've got the perfect fuckin' body and the perfect fuckin' face to go with it. 

So after checkin' myself out for half an hour, I stuck on some jeans and a tank top, so my muscles would be showing and all, making me look ever sexier then when I'm wearing like a shirt or something. Then I jumped out my bedroom window and headed off to Scott's house. My old man was fast asleep, in his usual drunken fucking stupor, so I knew he wouldn't come in and find me gone. 

I got to Scott's house pretty quick 'cause it's only like a 20-minute walk or something, you know? Can't be too far 'cause you gotta live in the area to go to the school with all this new zoning shit that the government is fuckin' sprouting. 

Anyway, I got there and checked the place out and it was all dark and quiet like usual. I walked around the place real quiet to make sure no fucker was up in the back rooms and stuff, and then went around to the side where Scott's bedroom was. 

The shit had his bedroom window open like usual, so I pulled the fly screen out, real steady so I didn't wake him or make the neighbours hear me or nothing. Then I climbed in like a fuckin' panther stalking his dinner, you know? Only it was Scott that was gonna be eating tonight, not me! 

The faggot was lying on his bed fast asleep, wearing just his underpants. All the covers were pulled back like he was expecting me, ya know? Like, a total "come and fuckin' get me" invitation. So I pulled down my fly nice and crept over to his bed, sticking my hand in my pants and playing with my crotch. 

He was a fuckin' weed, Scott was – really skinny like if he turned sideways he'd be invisible, you know? Anyway, he's laying there on his back with his hand up by his head like he want's me to pin him down, right? So I climb on top of him so I'm kneeling just over his stomach. Then I tap his cheek real softly and whisper to him. 

"Hey faggot. It's supper time!" 

Scott's eyes fly open and he looks at me real scared and he's wide awake in like a fuckin' second, man! I stuff my hand over his mouth and shove him back down on the pillow before he can yell out and his eyes look like their gonna bulge out of their fuckin' sockets! 

"I got something here for you, dweeb," I say. "It's pointing your way, so I know it's you it wants." 

He shakes his head, mumbling some shit and tries to pull my hand away from his mouth, so I squeeze his cheeks nice and tight. 

"Ah-ah! You don't want to make me angry now, do you?" 

He stops struggling, just looking up at me and I see his eyes flicker over my shoulder like he's trying to find some way of escaping. 

"You know the routine, faggot. Just do like your told and I won't have to hurt you. Alright?" 

His eyes flickered past me again and then all these warning bells like, start ringing in my head, but before I turn around, I hear this noise behind me. And suddenly, some cunt grabs me from behind, pulling me off Scott and hauling me into a full nelson near the end of the bed. 

"What the fuck!" I start struggling, but the cunt has me pinned tight with my hands pulled right back, way up above my head like I'm on a stretching rack. 

"Gotcha!" he says, and it ain't no kids voice, so I know I'm in deep shit. 

"Let go of me, you fucker!" I growl, but he pulls my arms back even tighter, making my feet nearly leave the ground. I'm standing there on tiptoe trying to break free, my top lifting up to show my abs, and then I realise I can feel the skin on his chest rubbing against my back. I fuckin' freeze, man, 'cause I'm surprised, and I'm thinking, "Is this cunt naked or something?" 

I see Scott get up off the bed, and he's standing in front of me in his undies, like he wants me to check him out or something, and then the cunt that's got hold of me starts talking in this real deep voice. 

"Is this him?" he says. 

Scott nods, looking real worried, but he doesn't say anything. 

"Justin, isn't it? And this is the guy you like, huh? After everything you told me, including breaking in here tonight, you still feel the same way?" 

Say what????? Scott was nodding again, looking real embarrassed, and I was like, freaking out man! The faggot had a crush on me? This was too fuckin' weird! 

I tried breaking free from the cunt again, but he held me tight, my arms stretched up so fuckin' far that I couldn't move them. 

"Stay still punk," he said to me. "Do you know who I am?" 

"I don't give a fuck who you are!" I said. "I'm gonna fuckin' kill you if you don't let go!" 

He laughed, really gentle, like he was trying to be menacing or something. 

"I'm Scott's brother," he said. "His big brother. The name is Michael and it's not something you're going to forget for a very long time. You see, Scott has told me all about you and what you've been doing to him. He even told me that he heard you say you were coming here tonight." 

"You little fuck!" I said to Scott. "Just you wait till I get my fuckin' hands on you!" 

"Ah-ah," he said, lifting me off the ground again. "No more threats. Tonight you get what you've been giving." 

I felt his head move, like he was looking up at Scott now instead of whispering in my ear. 

"Go on," he said to Scott. "Take him. Do what you want with him. I've got him." 

"Touch me and I'll kick your fuckin' head in," I said to Scott. 

"No you won't," Michael said back at me, talking real sweet like he was trying to pick me up or something. "If you so much as go near Scott again after tonight, I'll be coming after you." 

I started struggling again but couldn't break free from the cunt's hold. 

"Come on," Michael said to Scott again. "We haven't got all night. Do what you want with him." 

Scott hesitated then took a step forward, so I lashed out with my feet, trying to kick the faggot in the head. He jumped back out of reach before I could connect and Michael swung me around, pulling me away from Scott. 

"Naughty boy!" he teased, the fuckin' shithead. Then suddenly the cunt pressed down on my shoulders, forcing me to my knees. Before I knew it, he let himself fall backward, pulling me on top of him, still holding me in the full nelson, and wrapped his fuckin' legs around mine, spreading them out like a fuckin' torture rack. 

I yelled out 'cause I didn't expect him to do that, and he was stretching me out so fucking hard now that it hurt. I gritted my teeth, but I was locked tight and couldn't even struggle now. 

"There," Michael said. " He can't touch you now." 

Scott came over to us, standing by my feet, looking real unsure. 

"What'll I do?" he asked. He looked like a lost fuckin' puppy, one finger in his mouth like a fuckin' baby. 

"Why don't you start by taking off his top?" Michael said. "You can pull down his pants, and then you can do whatever you want. Give him some of what he gave you." 

"I don't want to hurt him," Scott pouted. 

"That's up to you," his brother said. "Personally, I'd make sure he couldn't walk for a week." 

"You fuckin' would, you faggot!" I yelled at him but he started laughing again, making me bounce up and down on top of him. 

"Look who's calling the kettle black!" he says, whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean. Did he think I was a nigger in the dark like this? 

Then suddenly Scott leaned over me and grabbed my tank top, yanking at it till it ripped, and he kept on ripping it till it was torn in half and my chest was all sticking out. I saw the shit lick his lips 'cause he could see my muscles rippling now, all down my chest and my stomach. 

"That was a new top you little cunt!" I was so pissed off and even more fuckin' pissed that I couldn't do nothing to stop him. He sat down on my crotch and started rubbing his hands over my chest, but when he sat down, I felt Michael's crotch pressing up against mine, and the cunt was hard. The shit was turned on with me on top of him like that! I couldn't fuckin' believe it man – I was sandwiched between two fuckin' hard cocks! 

Scott slid down onto my legs and unbuttoned my jeans, then started playing with my dick. I was hard as, in spite of myself and the arsehole started teasing my cock with his hands, and then his mouth, flicking at it with his tongue and all sorts of stuff that only a faggot could think of. 

I groaned and felt like I was gonna fuckin' burst any minute, but I was also hanging to teach these fucking faggots a lesson. Scott played with my dick for ages and then ran his tongue up my chest. When he got to my mouth, I tried turning my head away, but I couldn't fuckin' move it 'cause my arms were pressed up against my ears, fuckin' locking my head forward. He grabbed me under the chin and squeezed tight, forcing my mouth open, and then he kissed it, sticking his tongue in and all. I could taste my own cock in his mouth from when he was sucking it! I wanted to fuckin' chuck! 

I tried yelling out, but I couldn't move my mouth now and his huge fuckin' lips were muffling any sound I tried to make. He kept kissing me and kissing me and I could feel his cock sucking tongue twisting around mine and duelling with it like they were swords in a fucking Japanese flick! 

He was lying on top of me and I could feel his scrawny little body rubbing itself up and down over me, raking his bones over my washboard stomach and pecs. 

When he finally sat up again, he was on my stomach. He looked down at me like he was a giant, so I spat at him, pushing all of his saliva out of my fuckin' mouth. I don't kiss no one and wasn't gonna have that shit in my mouth! 

The prick slapped me across the face and said, "You like that?", and then he flopped his own cock out and shoved it in my face, sliding his arse up to my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut so I didn't have to look at it poking me in the mouth, and then I felt his hands squeeze my jaw again, forcing my mouth open. 

Fucking Michael was hard as now and was poking me from behind at the other end. I couldn't tell if he was naked or not 'cause my jeans were still on, thank fuckin' Christ! 

Scott shoved his cock in my mouth and pushed my lips closed around it. He started thrusting forwards and backwards and I started choking on it, my face going all red and stuff, so he pulled it out and I gagged a few times, trying to catch my breath. 

"What's a matter?" Michael said underneath me, "Can't take it like a man?" 

"Maybe he doesn't like giving head," Scott said. "Maybe he likes the pain he inflicts instead." And he grabbed my nipples and squeeze them real tight. 

I screamed out in fucking agony, man, and my whole body started to convulse. But it was a good thing, because suddenly I felt one of my hands break free. I swung up, punching Scott in the mouth and sending him flying off me, then twisted around, breaking my other arm free and rolling away from Michael. 

Before I could get up though, the fucker jumped on top of me, putting an elbow right in my gut. I doubled over in agony and the cunt sat on me, pinning my arms beneath his knees. His crotch was right in my fuckin' face and I could smell his hard cock poking against his white jocks near my mouth. If his jocks weren't on, I swear to fuckin' God he would've poked me in the eye with it. 

I could see the fucker too now when I looked up. He was wearing nothing but his jocks, and his chest was all sweaty from holding me against him for so long. He looked a lot like Scott, only older and more solid. He had little pissant bits of fluff sticking out around his huge fuckin' nipples, but the rest of his bod was smooth like Scott's, so hair looked really out of place. 

"You alright, Scott?" he asked, looking over above my head. I craned my neck back and saw Scott kneeling on the ground rubbing his cheek. He nodded that he was okay. 

"Now you've really made me mad, my friend," Michael said to me. 

"I'm not your fuckin' friend, you queer arsed little cunt!" 

He laughed at me again and I could tell he was really having a fuckin' good time. 

"Good English," he said and started slapping my cheeks with both hands. I tried kicking up my legs at him, but they couldn't reach that far back. His knees were pressing into my biceps and I couldn't reach any further up than his sides, so I grabbed a handful of skin on both the fuckers hips and squeezed the shit out of them. 

The cunt yelled and I yanked my hands free and pushed him off. But I was still really sore and he got up before I did and grabbed me by the hair, hauling me up to my feet. I grabbed his arm to make him let go again, but he dropped on one knee, bringing me down with him and slamming my throat into his fuckin' kneecap. 

I rolled away gagging. My windpipe was fuckin' crushed, man and I couldn't see a fuckin' thing, the room was spinning so fast! I felt the cunt pick me up again and throw me on the bed. 

"All your's Scott," I heard him say, and then I felt Scott climb on top of me, pressing his bod into mine again and holding me there with my arms forced back over the edge of the bed. 

I lay there gasping, I was having so many problems just trying to breathe. My throat fuckin' hurt man! I was so fuckin' lucky my goddamn neck didn't break. 

I tried pushing my arms up, but I was too weak and Scott held me there real easily. With my arms pushed right back over my head and down, my back was arched, sticking my chest out against his bony bod like I was desperate for him. 

He started kissing me again, and I turned my face away from him so he couldn't stick his tongue in, so he buried his mouth in my neck and started sucking. 

I moaned, squirming under him to get free, but it only made the fucker more hungry for me. He was getting more excited and started sucking on my neck harder, giving me a fuckin' love bite. 

The cunt had marked me. The fuckin' bruise on my neck would there tomorrow and I'd have to make up some shit about rooting some chick I met in the park or something. 

I was freaked, man. The room was still fuckin' spinning and I still couldn't breathe right, but worse than that, Scott was a fuckin' dweeb. I was the tough guy, the one everyone wanted to fuckin' be like. But his scrawny body was on top of me, rubbing against mine, and his pissant little arms were holding me there like he was fuckin' Hercules. I was suddenly this cunt's fuckin' sex slave and I couldn't break free. 




Bio of a Bully Ch. 3: Big Brother Pt. 1



To be continued...



Bio of a Bully Ch. 3: Big Brother Pt. 2



I knew I couldn't do nothing until I could breathe properly again, but it really fucking hurt to be pinned down by a dweeb like Scott and not be able to fight back. 

Scott was lying on top of me, his underweight fuckin' body rubbing against my tight, muscled bod and his matchstick fuckin' arms holding me there like I was nothing. The more I struggled, the hotter Scott fuckin' got, like he was desperate to fuckin' own me. He'd already given me a love bite and no one fuckin' marks me! 

My face was all screwed up, trying to keep the fag's mouth away from mine but he was being tough, making the most of having me in his fuckin' power. My throat and neck were fuckin' killing me, throbbing like our cocks after his brother Michael had slammed my neck down into his knee, winding me. 

Scott was muttering my name softly, like "Oh, Justin! Justin!" and shit like that, breathing his fucking faggot breath over me between kisses. 

I knew I had to do something to get free and teach these faggots a lesson, but my mind was racing and the room was still all blurry and spinning. I forced myself to concentrate so I could think clear and work out what to do. And then I got smart. 

I stopped struggling and just lay there, letting Scott do his thing. The less I struggled, the quicker I could get my own back. So I lay there pretending like I'd given in or something and let the room start getting back into focus. 

I'm pretty tough usually and it didn't take long before I was starting to breathe properly again. I could see better too and most of the stuff I saw was red from my blood boiling. 

Scott was working his way down my body, kissing my stomach like he was in love with it. He had let go of my hands now, 'cause he didn't think I was gonna do anything and when I looked over my head, I could see his brother Michael sitting on the other side of the room, watching like a fuckin' pervert. 

I waited a bit longer, till Scott was putting his mouth near my cock, and then I jumped into action. I swung my legs around him and flip him over, laying a fist into his face so hard that he would've been seeing stars real quick. I saw Michael jump off his chair and rush over, so I grabbed the lamp near the bed and swung it at him, hitting him across the head. He staggered back across the room, bringing his arms up to protect his face, so I jumped off the bed and charged at him, slamming him back against the wall. 

I laid into his gut, slugging him as hard with my left and right fists. Bam! Bam! Bam! Five times I clobbered the fucker's gut and he doubled right over, dropping faster than a prostitute's underpants. I brought my knee up into his face sending him smashing back into the wall again. 

I didn't see Scott get up off the bed, but when he saw the bashing I was giving his brother, he jumped onto my back, trying to pull me off. I turned around and rammed him into the wall too, making him let me go, then spun around and put a fist into his gut too. He went down in one punch, fuckin' pussy. 

They were both on their knees now, where they should be, but Michael was starting to get up, so I grabbed his hair in one hand and Scott's hair in the other and bashed their heads together, making them sprawl out on the floor near my feet. I kicked them both a couple of times, then went over to the telephone and ripped it out of the wall. 

I went back to them and kicked Scott real hard again, then plonked myself down on top of Michael, and tied his hand up behind his back with the 'phone cord. Fuckin' sucker! 

Then I turned around to Scott and pulled him up to his feet, holding him around the throat against the wall. 

"You have fun tonight, cunt?" I asked, real nasty. 

He started bawling, shit scared about what I was gonna do. 

"I'm sorry," he whimpered. 

"I'm sorry." I copied him, screwing up my face like he was. "Well 'sorry' ain't good enough." And I punched him in the gut again. 

I waited for his eyes to focus after some of the pain went away, then smiled real friendly at him. 

"The question is, what am I gonna do with you and your big bro, huh?" 

"Don't hurt us," he cried and this time I laughed. 

"You hear that?" I asked Michael, looking down at him, but he was ignoring me 'cause of all the pain I'd given him. 

"Answer me when I talk to you, you fuck!" And I kicked Michael in the chest. He cried out and man, did that sound good! And it felt good too, seeing him lying there curled up in a ball, holding onto his chest where I fuckin' booted him. Fuckin' power man! What a rush! 

"You're not laughing now, are you faggot?" I said. He shook his head for an answer so I wouldn't kick him again and I let him get away with not talking 'cause I knew that he couldn't right now. 

I shoved Scott away, making him trip over Michael when he staggered away, then dropped to my knees, pushing one of them into Michael's throat. 

"What's that?" I asked him, pretending like he had said something to me. "A crushed windpipe? Is that what it feels like? How 'bout that!" My voice was still a bit rough from the damage he'd done to me so I dug my knee in harder and watched his face go all red and blotchy. 

"Please don't kill him!" Scott was really crying hard now and was cowering in the corner with his knees pushed up against his chest. What a fuckin' pussy! 

You think I'm a fuckin' killer, do you?" I said, getting up and stomping over to him. "Is that what you think of me? A fuckin' murderer? Like your fucking' brother there trying to break my fuckin' neck before?" My voice was getting louder, I was so pissed off with them, so I took a deep breath and calmed down. 

"Get up, you fuckin' faggot!" 

Scott go to his feet, real slow, pressing back against the wall like he was hoping it would swallow him. 

"You owe me big time. Real big time, fuckin' settin' me up like that. And you know what? I always like my debts paid, with real high interest rates, know what I mean?" 

Scott nodded, still trying to hide in the wall. It was making me mad again, seeing him being such a fuckin' pussy, so I grabbed him and threw him across the room. He landed on the bed, bouncing up and down on the mattress, so I walked over to him and climbed on him, sitting on his stomach. 

The fuck raised his hands to shield his face, so I pushed them away really fiercely. 

"Look at me!" I growled, "Fuckin' hiding your face like you was some kind of fuckin' spastic!" 

His lips were quivering 'cause he was pouting, trying not to cry again. 

"Number 1," I said, clenching and unclenching my fist, "Eavesdropping on my fuckin' mates and me at school." I back-handed him across the face. 

"Number 2. Dobbing me in to your fucking pussy brother over there." This time I punched him, making his nose bleed more. The tears were fuckin' pouring down his face now, but he was still trying not to cry anymore. 

"Number 3. Setting me up. No fucker sets me up, you cunt!" I raised my fist and he screwed up his face really tight, waiting for my fist to hit him. 

I was holding my fist above his face, deciding how hard to clobber him, but then I changed my mind. 

"Now that showed a lot of balls – something I didn't think you had," I said. "So I'm gonna let you get away with it this time, 'cause you've impressed me, and that ain't an easy thing to do." 

Scott looked up at me, so fuckin' stunned that even the tears stopped. 

"If you ever do it again though," I said, "I'll put you and your brother in a wheelchair for life, got it?" 

He nodded real quickly and I could see the relief on his face. 

"Thank you," he said. 

"Oh, don't thank me yet you little shit. I haven't finished. Number 4…." His face changed to scared again and I heard him whimper. 

"We've got a long way to go yet. Number 4. Doing what your brother told you instead of me. I'm the One around here, got that? You do as I say, not anyone else. I don't give a shit about your brother. Got it?" 

"Yes," he whispered. 

"I can't hear you," I yelled. 

"Yes!" he said louder. 

"Good. Remember it." And I slammed my fist into his face, knocking the cunt out. Bastard. Fuckin' passing out before I'd finished with him! I slapped him a few times waking him up. 

"Don't ever fuckin' pass out on me again! You hear me, dweeb?" 

His face was starting to puff out like a fuckin' balloon and it reminded me of Michael's chest, puffing out above me when he was sitting on me before. I turned around to see was the sucker was up to, but he was still lying there, rocking on his side. 

I decided to let Scott recover a bit and work Michael over instead, so I got up and sauntered real casually to the fallen cunt and yanked him up to his feet by his hair. 

"What's the matter, tough guy?" I said, shoving my face into his. "Getting bored all by yourself?" I spun around 360 degrees, dragging him around with me by the hair and slamming him face first into the wall. He bounced off it like he was made of fucking rubber. I shoved him over to the bed and threw him down, making him land on top of Scott. His hands were still tied behind his back with the telephone cord, and his face was all covered in the blood coming out his nose. 

I sat on top of him, Scott trapped under the both of us, and flopped out my dick. I was on a high now 'cause I'd won the challenge and I now I was ready to be sucked off. 

I shoved my cock in Michael's face, making sure that my knee didn't block Scott's view. I wanted him to see his brother humiliated, 'cause I knew it would teach him good and proper. 

I grabbed Michael by the ears and lifted up his head. 

"You fuckin' take my cock and you suck it hard, you faggot," I said. "And if you try one more thing, I'll fuckin' gouge your eyes out, got it?" I pressed my thumbs into his eyes like a warning, then let him see again so he could take my dick. 

I twisted his ears to make him open his mouth gasping, and shoved my prick into it. 

"Let's see if you're as good as your little brother, hey?" I started thrusting hard, making him choke on it, but I didn't let up, yanking his head up and down, and thrusting my cock in and out too so that the head job was hard and fast. 

"Oh, yeah, you motherfucker," I said, "That's right. You take it. There's a good faggot. Take it all." 

I heard Scott mutter something like "Let him go", but I wasn't sure what he said. It didn't matter though. I let go of Michael's ear with one hand and backhanded the dweeb, telling him to shut up. 

Michael's skin was changing from red to fuckin' blue because his face was so swollen he couldn't breathe through his nose and my thick cock was stuffing down his throat. I didn't stop thought – let he cunt suffer! 

When I was ready to cum, I pulled my cock out and turned around, wanking myself the last bit so that I spurted out all over Scott's face. He was fuckin' showered with it, man, like a fuckin' blizzard was falling on his face! All that challenge to top them both had built up a mega fuckin' load inside of me and now it was all sitting oozing on Scott's face. 

He went to wipe the cum off him, but I slapped his hand away. 

"Don't you fuckin' dare," I yelled at him as the last drops dribbled onto his neck. 

"That was good," I said, looking down at them both. Scott was reaching up to wipe my cum out of his eyes. 

"I said, don't you fuckin' touch it!" 

I got off Michael and grabbed him by the scalp, pulling him up and over so he was face down on top of Scott. 

"Lick it off him," I said. Michael shook his head. 

"You made the fuckin' mess, now fuckin' clean it up! Lick it!" I pounded a fist into the base of Michael's neck and his face went down, head-butting Scott. 

"Every drop!" 

I moved to the side of them to watch. Scott screwed up his face as his brother started licking my spoof off. His tongue was huge, like his fuckin' brothers and it covered Scott's face real nicely. I was in fuckin' Heaven, man! Only a faggot would do that to his kid brother, no matter what I told him. 

When he was done, I patted Michael on the head like a dog. 

"Good boy," I said. "Now both of you sit up." 

They sat up, backing to the head of the bed like naughty fuckin' school boys caught by the headmaster and waiting to be punished. 

"Here's how it's gonna be. You, you double-crossing little cunt," I said, pointing at Scott, "are gonna be my fuckin' slave from now on. You're gonna carry my bag at school, wipe my fuckin' arse when I tell you, and do exactly what I say, got it?" I waited for him to nod. 

"Good. I want the whole school to see just how fuckin' sorry you are for what you tried tonight. From now on, every day you're mine. Not once in a fuckin' while after school in the park. Every fuckin' minute of every fuckin' day. If I ring you at night, you're at my fuckin' feet in 10 minutes, got it? It took me 20 minutes to walk here, so you can make it in 10. Right?" 

He nodded again and I couldn't help smiling. 

"That oughta make you happy, you fuckin' queer. Fuckin' fantacising over me! All you fuckin' faggots are the same. Treat you like shit and you come back for more. Well, you've got your fuckin' fantasy now, Scottie-boy, only you belong to me, not the other way around." 

I looked at Michael, starring at him hard to freak him out. I couldn't believe he was nearly fucking 30 years old, man. Sitting there like that, all bloodied and scared, made him look as pathetic as his fuckin' kid brother. 

"Alright. Now you." I said. "You didn't know any better - only what your fuckwit brother told you, so I'm gonna let you off light. Can't say I'm not fuckin' fair. From now on, you're gonna do all the fuckin' homework I give slave-boy here to take home for me. If I don't pass this fuckin' year and next, then you're dead. You're gonna let him come to me whenever I fuckin' call, don't matter what time or when, and if I ever want something else from you, you're gonna fuckin' give it over when I say. Got it?" 

"And what makes you think I'll do that?" he said, still trying to act tough. 

"'Cause I'm the one with the bruised throat and hickie on my fuckin' neck. I'm the one with the ripped clothes and the cum on my cock. And 'cause everyone knows that I'm not a faggot and was coming here tonight. Who do you think the fuckin' cops will believe?" 

"That's blackmail," he said, but I could see it in their eyes that they were shit scared I was right. 

"That's right," I said smiling. "It's blackmail, and you're gonna fuckin' pay the ransom till the day you die, or spend the rest of your fuckin' life in prison. Got it? I'm gonna go home now and make sure my old man sees the damage you've done, and tomorrow at school, I'm gonna tell them all that you attacked me when I came over to get Scott to help me with my homework. So if you think you can wait a few weeks and try anything, you can forget it, 'cause I'm gonna have plenty of witnesses." 

"You're fucking mad!" he said to me. I didn't want to hit him again, but when he said that, he deserved it, so I punched him in the mouth, splitting his fat lip open. 

"Didn't hear you," I said. "What did you say?" 

The pussy looked away and said nothing. I smiled at them real evil-like and grabbed what was left of my tank top and headed to the door. 

"I'm going out the front now," I said, looking back at them. "You better hope the neighbours aren't looking out there window, huh? You wouldn't want me to get any more witnesses, now, would you?" 

I walked out the door and fuckin' grinned and laughed the whole way home despite my sore neck. It was a huge fuckin' victory that night, and a challenge I thought I was gonna loose for a while. There's a first time for every thing, but I never loose in the end. I always win eventually and it's the cool fuckin' challenges like that one that really make it worthwhile. 

Total domination and total control is how I like it, and that's exactly what I got. Like that cocksucking football coach, Agliadis, Michael was way older than me, but I still managed to fuckin' take him down and make him respect me. 

That's what its all about, see? Respect. They all fuckin' want my bod, but sometimes you gotta make them respect you too, 'cause they forget that I'm not just a piece of fuckin' meat or some wimpy fuckin' school kid push over. I'm a tough fuckin' dude with heaps of people who want to be just like me. And I'm un-fuckin'-stoppable, just how I like it.



Bio of a Bully Ch. 4



 Entry 4: Scenes from the Mall 

Sometimes I do stuff with my friends on weekends, like head down to our local shopping mall to check out the action. Our mall is fuckin’ huge – it’s three stories high and really long with a fuckin’ cinema complex, swim centre and the coolest skate park in the area. 

Whenever I feel like giving my mates some of my time, I head off to the skate park with them to muck about and get some air off the ramp. They love it there and hang out there heaps. I don’t go with them that much. I’ve got better things to do than just skate, but when I do, fuck is it fun! 

I’m no fuckin’ pussy when it comes to skateboarding. I can ollie and stuff, but some of my mates are just awesome. We get down there and rip off our shirts and all the dweebs take to the fuckin’ sides and sit there to gawk at us, and then the chicks start coming over to check us out too. 

One of my mates, Adam, is fuckin’ incredible! He makes skating his life and I reckon he’ll go far with it too. He can do 280 on the vert and he’s determined to beat Danny Wainwright’s ollie record one day. I reckon he will, too. 

I like that – determination. You gotta have it if you want to get somewhere, you know? 

Anyway, I prefer street skating, so I don’t go to the park with them much. You see, with street skating, there’s the danger of getting caught doing a front slide down a handrail or something – it really pisses the cops off big time! 

One time these cops nearly caught me. I saw them coming and took off before they could catch me but the grass was still wet from the fuckin’ sprinklers and I went head over arse. Man, I thought I was done for, but I got up and dove into the bushes where I usually take the faggots for a workout and managed to give them the slip – just. 

I tell you, man, one of these fuckin’ days, it’s just gonna be one cop on his own, and when it is, I’m gonna let him chase me into the bushes and use the fuckin’ handcuffs on him! See how tough he is then, hey? 

Anyway, after my mates and I spend a few hours at the park, we hit the mall to cool off. It sucks that we have to get dressed again to go inside, ‘cause we’re all hot and sweaty and with the bright lights in the mall, we just shine like fuckin’ Gods, man! And after the workout in the park we fuckin’ bond so tight that we slap each other around and I grab ‘em in a headlock and stuff. It really pisses me off that we’ve gotta be clothed and all like fuckin’ pansies. 

On a Saturday, there’s always heaps of kids from school hanging out at the mall too, going to the arcade and stuff. You’d think that in a mall that big, it’d be hard to find so many fuckin’ people from school. 

My mates are all pretty cool, but I know that when I’m not around they try to act like everyone else. But when they’re with me man, they loosen right up and I can see how much they fuckin’ love shit-stirring all the fags. I keep telling them that they ought to do it normally ‘cause the fags really get off on it, but they don’t. I reckon they’re scared, but when I’m around they know I’ll look out for them ‘cause I’m so fuckin’ untouchable and I always look out for my mates. 

There was this one time that we headed down to the swim centre for a splash after being at the park. I go there sometimes just to do laps and stuff for exercise, but when I’m with my friends we usually just carry on and have a ball, wrestling in the water and trying to drown each other. I always get the better of them though so they always push each other at me and try not to be the one who cops it from me. It’s so fuckin’ funny to watch! 

I love it too, letting them feel my muscles when I grab ‘em in a bear-hug or shove them underwater and lock their head between my legs, seeing them squirming and panicking, their faces right under my cock. 

Anyway, we went to the swim centre this one time and the place was full of fuckin’ fags from school. I couldn’t believe it man – they were fuckin’ everywhere, their bony twig bodies all white and pale like they were dead or something. It was fuckin’ sickening to see. There should be a big fuckin’ sign at the gate, you know? Like, ‘No fags allowed’ or ‘Dweebs must wear t-shirts at all times’. 

I told my mates that we ought to have some fun with them, so we started swimming around them like we were sharks and stuff, then head-butting their guts like we didn’t see them in front of us. And if they said anything, I fuckin’ clothes-lined ‘em across the throat real hard and held them underwater for a bit. 

You gotta be careful in a place like that ‘cause the lifeguards are all fuckin’ pussies and don’t like you mucking about too much. So one or two of my mates always go over and start talking them to distract them and stuff so we’re not caught. Am I clever or what? I think of every fuckin’ thing! 

This time though, it was real freaky ‘cause there was this one dweeb, like about 13 years old or something who had a real smart mouth. I was teasing his big brother whose in my grade at school and this little punk came up and told me to stop picking on his brother or he’d tell the lifeguards, so I grabbed him and told him that if he said a word, his brother and him would be dead meat. 

Then the fuck started crying, real loud like a fuckin’ baby, man! I dunked him and told the little shit to shut the fuck up, then shoved him away, but he was so fuckin’ light, I forgot my own strength. The cunt lifted out of the water and sailed into the side of pool, bashing his head on it and knocking him out. Stupid fuck! How dumb was he? 

Anyway, people freaked and dragged him out of the water and the lifeguards came running over. He wasn’t hurt bad or nothing, just a cut on his head that was bleeding a bit, but he was out cold. I made up some bullshit about mucking about with him and it was an accident and all but the cunts made us leave anyway. The other kids didn’t say nothing and they were looking real scared ‘cause they knew if they said anything against me they’d be fuckin’ dead. 

We got our shit together and left and we were heading inside to the mall when we heard the ambulance arrive. My mates all looked at each other, worried. 

“Talk about fuckin’ overkill!” I said, but they still looked a bit worried, the pussies. “They’re just being cautious and stuff ‘cause the prick hit his head. The lifeguards all know fuckin’ first aid – as if he even needs that! It’s just a fuckin’ scratch. You saw him.” 

They knew I was talking sense, so we went inside, through a small back entrance to the mall near the trash. Our tops and stuff were like clinging to our bodies ‘cause we didn’t bother drying ourselves off or nothing, and when the fuckin’ air conditioning hit us…..man! I could feel my nipples turn rock hard! And when I looked at my mates, they were all the same, like tiny fuckin’ spears shooting out of our chests! 

They all have top bodies. Not as hot as mine, but with all the skating and stuff they do, they’re pretty fit and look after themselves. That’s one of the reasons I let this crowd be friends with me. I hate fuckin’ slobs who are too lazy to look after themselves. They ought to be kicked in the guts a few times and starved till they look thin enough to be let out in public again. 

I could feel myself getting all horny seeing the shape of their bodies through their tops and stuff, and their nipples all hard like mine. Man, if I wasn’t with them, I would have grabbed the first dweeb I saw and taken him out to the dumpster to fuck. 

I wanted it so badly that I could just picture the fucker plastered over one of the garbage cans outside, begging for more as I shoved my dick hard into is arse, thrusting and grunting and making him squeal like a girl. I’d be thumping his fuckin’ back every time he made a noise to shut him up and punish him for being such a pussy, and then I’d grab the cunt’s hair and hold his head right back so he couldn’t breath properly and he have to stay there and take every fuckin’ drop of my cum. And if I was feeling real nasty, I’d take my cock out of his arse and shove it down his throat making him suck me off the last bit of the way and cleaning all his shit off my cock at the same time. I’d tear a huge fuckin’ hole in his shirt too so he’d have to go home and get whacked by his fuckin’ Christian folks as well for wrecking his clothes and being careless, ‘cause they’d have no fuckin’ idea that their son is a fag! 

Man, I wanted it bad! But fuckin’ fate had it in for me this day, man! No sooner had we walked into the mall, than we saw that fuckwit Scott and his faggot friends coming towards us. Scott’s a real pussy but he gives the best fuckin’ head jobs! And knowing he was my slave and all now, I couldn’t believe it was him we ran into. 

I decided to play it tough so no one would see how horny I was. I could see the faggots looking worried as they tried walking around us, so I quickly side-stepped and blocked their path and my mates copied me, knowing I was out to have more fun. 

“Well, well, well,” I said. “Look who it is! Beam-Me-Up-Scottie and the rest of his dancing fairies.” 

My mates laughed at them and we made them back into the wall. 

“Leave us alone,” one of the dweebs said. 

“Leave you alone? That sounds like an order, to me?” I looked at my friends, grinning real evil-like. “Did that sound like an order to you?” 

“Sure did.” 

“I think they’re trying to boss you around,” Adam said. 

I looked real hard at the faggot who said it and stepped in real close to him. 

“Sounds to me like we’ve got a bully on our hands,” I said. “I don’t like bullies.” 

We all sniggered at the joke. I was real close to the cunt now and our noses were almost touching. 

“He didn’t mean that, Justin…..” Scott stopped mid-sentence, ‘cause ever since reading that fuckin’ transcript the prick had made, I told him that he wasn’t allowed to use my name unless I told him so. It was a stupid fuckin’ rule, but I knew it made him cry not being able to call me by name, so it was worth it. 

I turned around and looked at him. 

“Did you just use my fuckin’ name, you little cunt?” 

“I…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean….I forgot…” 

“You forgot? Get away from your fuckin’ fag friends now. Over here!” I snapped my fingers and pointed to the ground behind me. He looked at his friends really sorry then did like I said. 

“That’s right,” I said, “I think you forget which side you’re on sometimes, Fagboy. I’m gonna have to teach you some lessons in remembering.” 

Scott looked down at his feet, all embarrassed. His mates were all looking at him in shock, like they couldn’t believe that he’d turned against them and crossed over to stand behind me. Fuckin’ beautiful! It was so cool seeing them looking so fuckin’ confused! 

Anyway, I turned back to the dweeb I had pinned against the wall and glared at him, making him look back at me instead of Scott. 

“As for you….” I said in a real low voice like a growl, “ I reckon you need to find out what happens to people who try to boss me around, huh?” 

“I-I’m sorry.” The pussy stuttered and looked like he was about the shit in his pants. 

It’s funny, but all those horny feelings I had before were like, turning into rage, man. I felt like I was gonna explode and either cream my pants or break his fuckin’ neck. And seeing him there against the wall acting all pathetic like the fag he was, just made my blood boil even more. I really hate the way faggots always get fuckin’ wimpy and inferior. 

I put my arm across his throat and looked back at my mates. 

“What do you reckon we should do with him?” I asked them. I didn’t really give a shit what they said, but friendship’s all about pretending like you want them involved or something, you know? And it was the only way to teach them properly anyway, so they stopped being scared to do it on their own. 

“He’s not worth it,” Adam said. “Let the fucker go. He’s learned his lesson.” 

I saw fuckin’ red and wanted so bad to just punch Adam in the face then. What kind of an answer was that? The fucking cunt! I took a real deep breath to calm down, then looked back at the dweeb, though I was still talking to Adam. 

“But if I let him go,” I said, and I could feel myself gritting my teeth, “then he might do this.” And I punched the poof in the ribs. His knees lifted up as he tried to double over but I was pressing my arm in so tight against his throat, he couldn’t double over properly. 

“And I’d really hate it if he tried this…” I said punching him in the same spot again, “…on me. It would make me real upset if anyone tried doing this…” Another punch. Three times I hit him and the faggot was crying now, crying as hard as I was clobbering him. 

I felt hands grab me from behind and my mates pulled me off of him. 

“Easy, Justin,” Adam said. “Let him go. C’mon. He’s had enough.” 

The fag dropped to the floor, holding his rib cage and his pussy mates started leaning over him to see if he was alright. I was so fuckin’ furious with Adam, it took all my strength not to deck him too. He was a good mate and we had heaps of fun together and it was only ‘cause I respected his skating that I let him get away with it. I reckon when I think back on it that he was probably thinking he was helping me, which is what mates are about, but I just wanted to kill him at the time. 

He could see the look on my face and he took a step back from me. He was scared shitless of me now too. 

“You’ve broken his ribs,” one of the fags said, looking up at me. 

“The cunt deserved it,” I said. Scott was standing nearby, so I grabbed him by the hair. 

“I’m outta here,” I said. “You’re all a bunch of fuckin’ pussies. And you’re coming with me!” I dragged Scott out the door by the hair and shoved him in front of me. 

“Move it!” I said. “You know where we’re going.” 

“You didn’t have to hurt him like that,” Scott said. 

“Accidents happen,” I snarled at him. “I can’t help it if the fuckin’ faggot’s made of straw! Maybe now he’ll learn to toughen up like a real man and not be such a pussy all his life!” 

I led Scott to the park and worked him harder than ever before, ramming him hard up the arse like I was thinking about earlier and slapping him hard when he made a sound. And I made him take my cum in his mouth too, sucking all the shit off my dick. The only difference was there was no garbage can to throw him over. We were on our knees in the grass instead and when I finished, I left him lying there with his pants around his ankles, crying, all curled up like a baby. 

I know you’re probably thinking that what went down was some heavy shit that day. It was, but you see, there’s a reason for everything. I reckon it was meant to happen, just like fags were put here ‘cause they’re meant to do all the fuckin’ suffering for the rest of us and suck cock when a real guy needs it bad so he doesn’t go crazy. 

My job in life, I reckon, is to teach these pussies how to toughen up. I hate the lot of them, but I teach them anyway – I teach them about survival by making them face the real world instead of their fuckin’ dressing up, fantasy world. And you gotta teach them hard ‘cause it’s a hard world sometimes, so I’m doing them all a fuckin’ favour whenever I come down on them like that. 

Not that the cunts appreciate it, but they will. One day they’ll thank me for the time I spend teaching their sorry fuckin’ arses how to face up to reality. And the fact that I hate the faggots more and more each day shows just how generous I am to them, just like I was when I didn’t fuckin’ bash Adam’s brains in ‘cause he’s a mate, even if he did stab me in the back. 

Like the saying goes, it’s a tough job but someone’s gotta do it. And I’m tough enough to take it on. I’m tough enough to take anyone on. I’m the best fuckin’ thing that’s happened to any of them. And one day they’ll all realise the fuckin’ sacrifices I make for them.



Bio of a Bully Ch. 5 Pt. 1



The world was fuckin’ black, man! I couldn’t see a fuckin’ thing and I thought I was gonna be sick. There was this funny smell around my nose and mouth and I couldn’t work out what the fuck it was. All I knew was that I wanted to chuck so hard, my shoes would’ve come out my mouth -if I was wearing any. 

My shoes had disappeared off my feet, like the rest of my fuckin’ clothes had disappeared. I had no fuckin’ idea what the hell was going on. 

The last thing I remembered was cutting through the park to meet up with one of the faggots for a quick workout. I was gonna start the long weekend with a quickie, then disappear down to the nudist beach for three days of camping, fun, sex and sun. The beach was this long strip of sand and fuckin’ a-grade crystal clear water. One end was full of fags and the other full of real men and gorgeous chicks, letting it all hang out. 

It takes about 90 minutes to drive down there from the city, so after working over the fag in the park, I was outta there. I was gonna jump in my car and be pitching my tent before nightfall so I could make the most of those morning boners. 

I got to the spot where the dweeb was supposed to meet me and he was there alright, looking scared out of his fuckin’ mind. Too scared, man...I should’ve realised something was up, but I was so horny, I thought it was just gonna be an extra cool session. 

“You’re lucky you’re here” I said, ripping off my tank top and walking towards him. He backed up against a tree, not saying a fuckin’ thing – just whimpering like the pussy he was, and as I reached out to grab him, I heard this noise behind me. Before I could turn around, all these fuckin’ hands grabbed me and this stinking fuckin’ cloth got shoved into my face. 

That was the smell. The smell was in the fuckin’ rag. And I suddenly I woke up, blind as a bat. 

I tried rubbing my eyes, but I couldn’t move my arms. I tried pulling them down, but realised that the fuckers were tied up tight. My legs were the same, tied nice and tight so I couldn’t move. 

I thrashed about a bit, wondering what the fuck was going on. I could feel the panic spreading through me like a fuckin’ fire man! Where the hell was I? What the fuck was going on? 

I stopped thrashing and took a deep breath. Panic isn’t my scene, so I made myself calm down to think. 

I was standing up, I could feel that, but I was tied out like a starfish. I could feel these beams of wood pressing into me, like a huge fuckin’ X, and my arms and legs were strapped to each point of it. 

I wasn’t blind I realised, but someone had stuck a blindfold on me, and my mouth was gagged too. Someone was gonna be sorry for this! No one fuckin’ messes with me and gets away with it! 

I thought about the park again, and then I realised that the cunts had got smart. I didn’t think they could muster a single fuckin’ thought between them, but the little shits had, and decided to get even with me. I still don’t get their fuckin’ faggoty logic, but you have to be a fag to know what they’re thinking sometimes I suppose. 

With all queers being so fucked in the head, anything could happen. These cunts are unpredictable, and for the first time I can remember, I was worried. 

“Welcome back.” 

The voice wasn’t that far away from me, coming from one side. I tried abusing the little fuck, but I couldn’t talk with the gag in my mouth. 

“If you’re wondering what’s happening,” it said, “you’ve been kidnapped. No one’s going to miss you for the next three days, since you’re supposed to be away. So for that time, you’re here with us, and you’re going to learn what it’s like to get instead of give for a change.” 

Us? I wondered how many of the cunts were here, but suddenly I felt a fist pound into my stomach. I couldn’t double over, so the blow bounced through my body like a fuckin’ earthquake. It was way too hard a punch for one of the dweebs to pull, so all I could think of now was ‘who the fuck was doing this?’

“Enjoy that?” another voice asked. That one sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place whose voice it was. Man was I furious. I heard more voices now, giggling like a bunch of girls, only real nervous-like. I tried counting the voices...four? Five? I wasn’t sure, but I could tell by the way they were laughing that the other dweebs weren’t sure of this either. That was good. That could be my way out of this fuckin’ mess. 

The gag over my mouth started to tug, and then it fell free. I spat out the rag inside my mouth and let out a string of abuse so loud and fast their ears would hurt, but someone backhanded me across the face, making me shut up. 

“You’ll speak when you’re spoken to, and be punished for anything more. Understand?” 

“Fuck you,” I said and felt another whack belt me across the face. It fuckin’ hurt man. Who the fuck was this cunt with the muscles? 

The first voice spoke again, this time real close to me, like he was whispering in my ear. 

“Chemistry and woodwork classes come in handy,” he said. “First with the chloroform, and now...you’ll like the contraption we made for you in our free time. It has hinges on all the joints so we can bend you any way we want.” And suddenly the top half of the X bent backwards, taking me with it and stretching me out like I was lying over a table. 

A hand grabbed my cock and started yanking at it and another pair of hands began twisting my nipples. I yelped, thrashing about again, the fuckin’ faggots groping and stroking me like I was their fuckin’ doll. 

Then suddenly they stopped and I was swung back to the standing position and over so I was bent forward. I heard some locks click into place and suddenly a hand was grabbing my arse, sticking its fingers into my fuckin’ hole. 

I cried out in surprise but there was fuck all I could do as the fingers wiggled inside my hole, playing with me. I could barely breath, the sensation overtaking me and then the fingers came out and another pair of hands grabbed my hips and I felt a hard cock pressing against my butt. 

“Leave my arse alone, you fuckin’ faggots!” I gasped, but the cunts ignored me and I went blind again as my arse checks spread apart further and the cock slipped inside. 

“How does it feel, Justin?” Another voice I recognised from somewhere! 

My mouth was hanging open, huff and puffing from the pleasure and pain, the prick breaking in my virgin arse with thrusts that got deeper and deeper. I could feel the pressure building up in my eyes, and was suddenly glad the pricks had blindfolded me. There was no fuckin’ way I wanted to give those cunts the satisfaction of seeing my eyes watering. 

A hand grabbed me by the hair, forcing my head up and a crotch was pressed into my face. I could feel the studs of the jeans pressing into my cheeks and scratching my face as the invisible cunt rubbed himself against me. 

“Take it out with your mouth,” he ordered. 

“I’ll fuckin’ bite it off first, you cunt!” I said. He tightened his grip on my hair, making me wince more and pulled my head back as far as it would go. His faggot breath hit my face as he leaned in close to me. 

“You’ll take it like I tell you,” he whispered, “or I’ll break your neck.” And he pressed his mouth into mine, pushing his tongue in. I tried turning my head, but I couldn’t move my face either way. I tried pushing his tongue out with my own, but he held tight, gripping my fuckin’ hair even harder to make me open my mouth more. 

I couldn’t breath, my arse on fire and my head forced back so far it cut off my windpipe. Fuckin’ cunts! 

The faggot snogged me for ages before finally letting go and pushing my face into his crotch again. 

“You had better take it, Justin...if you want to get out of this.” 

“Tough talk for a fuckin’ pussy!” I was gasping for air, but refused to give in. 

“Do as he says, or I might have to push harder,” the voice behind me said and he thrust his cock so hard into me, I thought I was going to be ripped apart. I roared with pain, muffled by the crotch over my mouth. 

“Unzip me,” the front one said again. 

I did like he said, knowing I’d have to bide my time till I could get free. The cunts had the advantage for now, but I knew it would only be a matter of time till I could rip their fuckin’ heads off. 

“Now take it out and suck me off.” 

I went to say something but he cut me off by squeezing my hair tight again. 

“Nice and slowly...take it out with your mouth. C’mon...you’ve seen enough of us do it. Now it’s your turn.” 

I grabbed the faggot’s underpants in my mouth and tried ripping at them with my teeth, knocking the little shit off balance. The prick jerked my head back up again and spat in my face as he was talking. 

“Do that again and you’ll be sorry.” 

“That’s right,” said the one behind me and thrust is cock into me hard again. The fuckin’ wuss sounded like a kid, his voice all squeaky and high pitched. 

“Cunts!” I gasped, then grabbed the pussy’s underpants with my teeth and pulled them down over his cock. It flopped out, hitting my blindfold before resting pressed against my cheek. 

He moved my head back and forced my mouth open by grabbing my cheeks, shoving his hard dick inside then clamping my lips shut around it. His cock was like a worm, only hard and moist instead of soft. 

“Take it,” he said and started driving his cock back and forth, getting the head job he wanted from me. I was breathing hard through my nose, ‘cause I couldn’t breath any other way now, with two faggots pumping their stiff cocks inside me at both ends. 

I could feel the ropes grating the skin around my wrists and ankles as I bounced back and forth with the rhythm of their pumping. It hurt more with each fuckin’ thrust and if I wasn’t in so much pain, I wouldn’t been fuckin’ more furious. 

And then came the thrashing. A small cat-o’-nine-tales with knots tied into the leather straps, hit me across the fuckin’ back where it was exposed between the top V of the cross I was tied to. My mouth was locked shut around the throbbing cock, the faggot’s hands making sure I didn’t spit him out, so the only sound I could make was a grunt from the back of my fuckin’ throat like an animal. 

There were three of the faggots working on me now! Three against one. I should have topped all of the cunts and it killed me that I couldn’t. 

The whip hit my back again and I couldn’t tell if the dampness on my back was from sweat or blood. I was desperate for someone to rub away the sting from each stroke, but no hands touch me there. The only hands were grabbing my face and my arse. 

The whip hit me again and then again, and then before the fifth stroke could hit, a forth cunt slid in underneath me, wrapping my own throbbing cock in his mouth and grabbing my nipples in a tight squeeze. 

He sucked on me hard, his tongue sliding beneath my foreskin and tickling the nerves. The suction was almost unbearable, so tight I thought the cunt was going to rip my dick clear off me. His grip on my chest alternated between pinching my nipples and digging his nails into my pecs. Every muscle in my body was tight and every pinch and claw was like fuckin’ knives stabbing me. 

It was fuckin’ overload, my brain freaking completely as the cunts pumped my arse and mouth, sucked me off, held tight to my nipples and fuckin’ slashed my back with the whip. 

I couldn’t think straight and could barely breath, my nose working overtime as the sick cunts all worked me over. I could feel my body starting to convulse and I wanted to fuckin’ scream out for them to stop. The blindfold was saturated now and I couldn’t tell if the strain was making me harder or killing me. It was like being in a nightclub, you know? With all the noise and lights and bodies and smoke...there was too much to take in and my brain was fuckin’ frying trying to cope with it all. 

I was spinning out from the sensations, and fuckin’ praying they would stop. Me – praying! I knew then that I was going fuckin’ insane. These cunts were pushing me over the fuckin’ edge. Every fuckin’ thing hurt and in between all the pain, there was something that felt good. I couldn’t understand how the fuck that could be. 

I started gagging and I felt the cock slip out of my mouth. The hand let go of my hair, and as my head fell forward like a limp fuckin’ rag doll, I blacked out. 

To be continued...



Bio of a Bully Ch. 5 Pt. 2



 Entry 5: Revenge of the Nerds - Part 2

When I woke up, I had no fuckin’ idea how long I was out. 

I was still fuckin’ blindfolded, but I was in a different position. This time my hands were tied above my head and I could feel some ropes wrapped around my chest, rubbing into me like sandpaper. I was sore as! My arse was on fire and my back felt raw, pressed in tight against the pole or beam or whatever I was tied to. 

My wrists and ankles were on fire too, the rope burns fuckin’ stinging under the new ropes holding me still. 

Someone put a glass of water up to me so I filled my mouth with it and spat the shit back out, all over the fucker. A wall of water hit me in the face as the cunt emptied the glass over me. 

“I don’t think he’s learned his lesson yet,” said one of the voices. “Perhaps he needs more tuition.” 

“You think you’re being fuckin’ clever,” I growled. “You’re just a bunch of fuckin’ pussy cowards. You’re not even man enough to let me see you!” 

“There’s a difference between being a coward and being stupid,” he said. “We leave the latter duty to you.” 

I spat towards the voice, but my mouth was dry and not much came out. I don’t know if I hit him or not, but suddenly someone was holding my face and kissing me again. He put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed firm, pushing me down lower. When our mouths separated, my face was pushed into his chest. It was smooth and soft like a fuckin’ babies bottom. Typical fuckin’ fag! 

“Kiss me,” he said, fuckin’ suffocating me my shoving his chest harder into my face. 

I fuckin’ kissed the prick alright! I opened my mouth and bit down hard on his flesh. The prick screamed like a fuckin’ girl and jumped back away from me. I could here him crying and laughed at him to make him feel worse. 

A fist walloped me on the jaw, splitting open my lip. 

“You shouldn’t have done that,” someone said. “We have someone here who wants to share a special memory with you. Perhaps its time we let him, huh?” 

“Remember me?” a new voice asked. 

I had no fuckin’ idea who it was, but I knew I was about to find out. 

“Whoever the fuck you are,” I said, talking funny ‘cause my lip was swelling up, “you’re gonna wish I didn’t remember you!” 

He belted me across the face, softer than the punch, so I knew he wasn’t the one who decked me. 

“I’m going to make sure you’re sorry for what you did,” the dweeb said. 

“Yeah, right,” I said back to him. “A pissant little shit like you? You’re nothing. You’re nothing more than a stinking piece of brothel-bred afterbirth.” 

And suddenly through the blindfold, my eyes were blinded by a sharp white light as the most incredible fuckin’ pain shot through my body. It was like a steel pole or something, I dunno, but it hit me in the side so fuckin’ hard, I could hear my ribs snap. 

I cried out in agony, as loud as the blow was hard and I felt my knees buckle. I hung there from my arms and couldn’t say a thing, the pain making it impossible to talk. 

Another blow with the same weapon broke one of my fuckin’ arms before I heard scuffling and voices, mixing together like a riot. Somewhere in the shouting I heard words like “Enough!”, and “What are you doing?” and I knew the cunt had done more damage than the other pricks had wanted, but the voices sounded far away, my head was swimming, if not drowning in the pain. 

It was all I could do to stay conscious, fighting back the throbbing and sharp stabs of pain wracking my body. 

“Let him loose,” I heard one of them say and I felt the ropes come off me. I fell to the ground, the jolt sending more spears of torture through me, and lay there, too hurt to move, gasping for air to ease the agony. 

I had to know which cunts were doing this to me. I rolled onto my back, and ripped off the blindfold with my good arm, glaring up at the dead men walking. 

“Shit!!” 

The fucker’s had forgotten I could take off the blindfold. and they knew they were done for. Six of them there were, and now I could see all of them, huddling together a few feet away from me. 

I was at one end of a basement, and I could see the support beam where I’d been tied up. Not far from it was the big fuckin’ X they’d made at school and tied me to earlier. 

My eyes fell on Fab, the new kid I’d taken down once and I knew right away that he was the fuckin’ fist behind the punches before. He was a tough challenge to take down, but I’d let him off lightly both times. Next time he went down though, he was gonna fuckin’ stay there. 

Fab was standing in front of the others, but I could see all their faces – the faggot who set me up in the park, that cunt, Shawn, who’s kid brother got what he deserved in the swim centre, and three of the dweebs I saw slave-boy Scott hanging out with in the shopping mall, including the one who I had beat up on. I knew it was him who’d broken my fuckin’ ribs and arm. I could see it in his face and how some of the others were still holding on to him, like they hadn’t finished calming him down. He was gonna be my prize fuckin’ example. That cunt was gonna know what fuckin’ revenge feels like, and he was gonna feel it for the rest of his fuckin’ life. 

I lay there on the ground looking up at them, and I could taste the blood still coming into my mouth. The poofter-posse stood there looking back at me, none of them daring to fuckin’ talk or breathe. 

“I hope you had some fun,” I groaned, “’cause when I finish with all of you, you’re not gonna be able to smile ever again.” I spat out the blood and I could see them all stare at it, horrified. 

I tried getting up, but when I went to move, it felt like a fuckin’ bolt of lighting shooting through my body. I lay still, letting the pain die down. My voice was all cracked and shaking from being dry and hurt so bad, but I knew I had them over a barrel and there was no fuckin’ way there were going to get off. 

“What’s the matter?” I said to them. “Lose your balls? You know you could kill me now and no one would know….” 

They were all fuckin’ pussies. All faggots are, so I knew it was safe to say that. I knew that it would scare them even more ‘cause it would make them know how pissed I really was. 

They looked at each other, not sure what to do. 

“Let’s get out of here,” one of the mall dweebs said. 

“We can’t just leave him,” Fab said, the good fuckin’ Christian boy and just as hypocritical. He looked back to me. “This wasn’t meant to happen, Justin. You weren’t supposed to get hurt like that. It just….got out of hand. We’ll get you to a doctor.” 

“Don’t you fuckin’ touch me, you cunt,” I growled at him. “Run back to your cock-sucking mummies and lock your fuckin’ doors, ‘cause I’m coming for every fuckin’ one of you.” 

“Don’t you think this has gone far enough?” Fab said. “When are you going to get the message? Don’t you get the point of all this – why it happened in the first place?” 

“Oh, I get it,” I said, rolling onto my good arm, “And when you least expect it, you’re gonna get it too….just as bad.” 

I looked at the dweeb who had used the pole on me. It was still lying at his feet so I deliberately looked down at it then back up at him, so he’d know I knew it was him that broke my ribs. The cunt freaked out and took off up the stairs and out the room. 

I kept staring at the others, and they started to back up, then one by one they ran up the stairs and disappeared too, 'til only Fab was left. 

“Let me get you to a hospital,” he said, stepping towards me. Fuckin’ guilt-ridden prick! 

“Fuck you,” I said. “I can do it myself. Come near me and I will fuckin’ kill you.” 

Fab stopped dead and I could see the cunt thinking, his face all screwed up with worry. 

“I’ll call an ambulance…” he said and took off up the stairs. 

“Don’t do me any fuckin’ favours!” I shouted after him. “You cunt!” 

I lay there on the floor, blood still slowly filling up my mouth, and I knew I was in deep shit. It wasn’t just my split lip putting the blood in my mouth. I forced myself up onto my knees, clenching my teeth to bite back the stabs of pain, then real slowly and carefully, I started crawling to the stairs. 

“Holy shit!” 

I looked up and saw Scott standing at the top of the stairs. He ran down to me fast and dropped down beside me. 

“I knew they were planning something. I came to check. I saw them running out…. My God! What have they done to you?” 

“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill ‘em,” I said, squeezing my eyes shut and swallowing another attack of smarting. 

“Don’t move,” Scott said. “I’ll go get help. There’s a phone box down the street. Don’t move.” He lowered me back down to the ground and took off like a bat out of hell. I couldn’t believe the fuckin’ dweeb was on my side. He is one sick fuck! 

I lay there breathing heavy, spitting out the blood that kept filling my fuckin’ mouth. Scott came back pretty quickly and slipped his knees under my head and started stroking my hair. 

“You’re going to be alright,” he said. “An ambulance is on the way.” 

“Don’t say a fuckin’ thing,” I told him. “You don’t know what happened. Understand?” 

“Don’t talk,” he said, but I wanted an answer. 

“Tell me!” I growled. “You don’t know what the fuck happened!” 

“Okay, okay! I’ll just say I found you here. It’s not lying…” 

“Good.” 

I could hear the police and ambulance sirens coming in the distance. It was the first and only time I was glad to hear the sound of the fuckin’ authorities. I’d be laid up for weeks, or maybe months before I could get my own back on those cunts, but I didn’t care. I had plenty of patience and it would give me heaps of time to think up the best ways to make them pay. 

No one fucks with me and gets away with it, especially faggots like those cunts. They tried and failed and now I was coming back to get them. No more treating them like the wanted and feeding them my meat to please them. No more fuckin’ teaching them how to survive in this world; and no more Mr-Fucking-Nice-Guy! 

I’d survived their best shot, ‘cause I’m too tough for any fuckin’ faggot to tackle. Now it was a question of if they could survive too. I was out for blood and this time, I was gonna push the fuckin’ limits to the max to show them all just how far I can go to make their lives Hell.



Bio of a Bully Ch. 6 Pt. 1



Hospitals are supposed to be fuckin’ boring, but not the one I went to! I got stuff-all rest when I was there, not that I mind. I hate being stuck in a bed and being helped to the fuckin’ toilet every time I want to take a slash. 

When the ambulance first took me there it was like a fuckin’ circus, only no one was clowning around. The cops were crawling all over me and asking me all sorts of fuckin’ questions. I told them that I knew nothing and had no fuckin’ idea who the hell kidnapped me. The blindfold was in one of their evidence bags to prove my story. 

The dweeb Scott came through too, not that he dared go against what I told him. When the cops questioned him, he made up some bullshit about going to the house ‘cause it was deserted and supposed to be haunted and he wanted to see if he could meet the ghost, and that’s how he found me. 

Scott came to visit me every day too. I couldn’t get rid of the fucker. He brought be fuckin’ flowers – typical pansy – and car & skate mags to read...but more importantly, he kept me up to date on what was happening too. It’s almost a pity that he’s such a dweeby little faggot. He’s helped me out a couple of times now so I reckon he’d make an okay mate if he was more of a real man. 

Anyway, he told me stuff like all six of those fuckers who put me in hospital were running scared, making sure they were never alone and all that shit. 

The faggot who was really gonna be dead meat – the one who broke my left arm and my ribs – was really freaking. I found out the cunt’s name was Colin and filed it away in my memory, so I knew it when I struck back. Scott told me Colin was turning totally insane with paranoia - freaking out at every noise, bursting into tears all the time, not showing up for school. I couldn’t help but smile at that ‘cause the little shit knew I was coming after him the hardest. 

The first few days in hospital, I couldn’t even get out of bed. The quacks said I had some internal bleeding and stuff, but they fixed it all up and told me that I had to stay in the hospital for at least a week for observation. I had a private room ‘cause my dad’s got the proper health cover and stuff, and I thought I was gonna be bored shitless even though I was gonna use that time in hospital to plan exactly how to fix the cunts the put me there.. But between the fuckin’ pigs and Scott and doctors and friends, I was starting to wish that I was fuckin’ bored. 

And then there was Nurse Nancy. 

Fuckin’ Nurse Nancy, man! Not his real name, just what I called him behind his back. He was a huge mother-fucker! Talk about the Incredible Hulk! Arms like fuckin’ logs, pecs so huge they looked like mountains, and legs as thick as fuckin condos. He was all muscle, with veins sticking out everywhere. A total steroid junkie. 

The first time he walked in, I swear I could feel the floor fuckin’ shaking underneath him. He came up to me and asked if I needed anything, and man, did I nearly wet myself laughing! He had this squeaky fuckin’ voice like his balls had been cut off before puberty and he was as camp as a row of fuckin’ tents! I thought someone looking that tough had to be straight, man, but no bull – he was 100% faggot through and through! 

I could tell he liked me right away ‘cause he kept looking up and down over my body when he was talking to me. With my ribs broken, I wasn’t wearing a shirt, see? And the bandages were only covering my stomach, so he could check out my pecs and see the definition in my arms too. He’d fuckin’ lick his lips when he looked at me and try to be all professional and stuff, but it was so fuckin’ obvious what he was thinking. 

It was his job to take me to the crapper and help me out when I needed a shower and stuff and I knew he was hanging to do it, waiting for me to flop my cock out in front of him, or to kneel down and peel off my pants so he could sniff my arse. Fags are always sick like that, wanting a piece of me whenever they can. 

So the first time he helped me to the toilet, I pretended like I couldn’t get my cock out with just one hand. It was really obvious, but I wanted him to know that I was lying to see what he’d do. Sure enough, he reached in and grabbed in, pulling it out for me. It was growing hard and started to jump up and down already, so I told him that suddenly I didn’t need to use the loo any more. 

The fag looked at me and smiled and said, “Do you want me to help you get rid of the blockage?” and he started stroking me with two fingers before I could answer. I smiled back at him and turned around to face him, so he wrapped his massive fuckin’ palm around it and started stroking me full-on. 

I remember throwing my head back and groaning a bit, though it was really to stop the cunt from trying to kiss me. There was no way I was gonna let a faggot stick his tongue down my throat! All of a sudden though, I felt his lips wrapping around my dick, and I looked down to see him kneeling there, sucking me off and looking up at me for my reaction. 

“Yeah,” I said to him, grabbing his hair and holding him down there. He sucked harder, swallowing the whole length of my shaft and poking at it with his tongue. 

“Harder,” I said, and squeezed tighter on his hair, pushing his head back and forth, faster and faster til I blew my load in his mouth. I felt my knees buckling as I came and he grabbed me around the waist to stop me from falling, then got up and spat the cum into the toilet boil. After rinsing his mouth out at the tap, he turned around to look at me. 

“Like that?” he asked me. 

“It was okay,” I shrugged, playing it cool. “Next time though, I’ll tell you how to do it better.” 

The next time happened the next day, then nearly every day after that. Each time, he took me into the bathroom and I made him strip off first and wank himself off in front of me. He thought it was ‘cause it made me get horny, but I just wanted to make sure he didn’t try sticking in filthy prick into my mouth. He tried kissing me a few times too, but I told him I didn’t do that shit, so he ran his mouth all over my neck and chest instead, licking and sucking where I told him to like a fuckin’ slave boy - another one of my pussy little faggot pets. Once he even let me fuck him up the arse and I rammed him so hard that he made me stop. Normally I would have whacked the cunt for pulling away, but shoving my dick into him like that hurt my fuckin’ broken ribs anyway, so I let him get away with it and made him suck me off again instead. 

I was getting stronger every day and near the end of the first week, the quacks said I could go home in a few days. But the day before I was gonna leave the hospital, the shit hit the fan again. 

I was lying in bed, dozing this night. It was maybe 11 pm or something like that, when I woke up from the light coming in as the door opened. I couldn’t see who it was in the dark, but suddenly the guy was beside my bed and shoving a pillow over my face. 

“I won’t let you kill me!” the fucker said and I knew it was Colin. I couldn’t breathe with the pillow pressed into my face and with one hand in a cast and my ribs killing me, I couldn’t pull it off. I started kicking out, my face going all red from lack of oxygen, but the cunt kept the pillow there, pushing down with his body weight. 

I lashed out with my good arm and managed to hit the fucker on the shoulder. It wasn’t that hard a hit, but he was a real pussy and it was enough to make him let go with that hand. I grabbed the pillow and yanked it out of his other hand, throwing on the floor. My ribs were on fire now from all the struggling, but as I reached up to grab the cunts face, he brought his fist down in my side, hitting my broken ribs. I screamed in pain, the whole world turning fuckin’ white from it. 

The cunt jumped up onto the bed and pinned my arms under his knees, grabbing me around the throat with both hands. I gagged, my feet kicking out, my whole body throbbing so badly I couldn’t think straight. 

I could see his face above mine and he was like a wild animal, totally out of his mind and scared shitless, but he was getting more and more blurry and my lungs felt like they were gonna burst. 

“I won’t let you do it. I won’t let you kill me,” he kept saying over and over again like a nutter. And then suddenly he was off me and there were people all around. I could hear voices far away but somewhere near the bed, and I was gasping for air and rolling over on my side holding my ribs. When I yelled out before, someone must have come in to check on me, and now they were putting an oxygen mask on my face to help me breathe and trying to unbandage me to check my ribs. 

I found out later that Colin really had gone mad. He’d been so fuckin’ scared of me because of what he did, that his pussy little brain had snapped. The cops told me later that he was put in a mental home or something ‘cause after they took him away he just went really quiet and kept saying “I’m gonna die” over and over and not talking to anyone but himself. Scott said that when he visited Colin in the loony bin, he was in a padded cell, just sitting there and rocking back and forth like he was autistic. Serves the fucker right. If I ever get my hands on him, his new fuckin’ home would be a coffin now. 

My ribs were broken again in different places because of where the cunt had punched me, so I had to stay in hospital another couple of weeks. The cops hung around heaps, inside and outside my room for the first week just in case anyone else tried to kill me. The hospital also gave me a buzzer alarm that I could press for any emergency. But nothing else happened like I knew it wouldn’t. 

Nurse Nancy fuckin’ freaked when he came in the next day and found out what had happened. He offered to go over to Colin’s house and bash in the heads of the whole family but I told him that the only head bashing I wanted was when my cock bashed the back of his throat. 

When I finally got out of hospital, I still had to take it easy ‘cause it hurt so fuckin’ much to move around. And with one arm in a fuckin’ cast and sling, there wasn’t a whole lot I could do anyway. 

But once I got back to school, the hunt was on. I made sure each of the five other faggots noticed me watching them constantly. I psyched out the little shits as much as I could. No-one dared say anything to me about being hurt and all, ‘cause by then the fuckin’ rumour mill told them all they wanted to know anyway, but I could see all the other kids watching me carefully, knowing that heads were gonna roll real soon. 

Shawn, from the swim centre was first on my list and I finally pinned him down alone in the street one night. I heard he was going to a movie and I waited for him after it finished, hoping he’d walk home alone. The prick was with a group of people though, and just when I was about to give up, they left him and he was all alone. 

I stopped him as he walked past the alley I was hiding in. He turned to run, but I called out after him. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I was you. You’ll only make it worse for yourself.” 

He stopped dead, standing a few metres away from me and I could see him looking around for someone else to come by. 

“Justin...” he started saying, but I cut him off. 

“I don’t want any of your fuckin’ excuses. You’re the lucky one, so get back over here and stop being such a pussy.” 

“Wh-What do you mean?” he asked, taking one step towards me. 

“I mean you joined in that fucked-up little kidnapping for a reason. Wrong decision, but I liked your motive. You were looking out for your kid brother, trying to get even for when the little shit hurt himself at the swim centre, weren’t you?” 

“He...didn’t hurt himself,” Shawn said, trying to be brave, but his voice was all shaky. “You cracked his skull on the side of the pool.” 

“The cunt deserved it,” I said, “But it was an accident, anyway. Still, it’s good that you stick up for your bro. I like that. You’ve impressed me, and that ain’t easy to do. Mates and family ought to stick up for each other, so I’m gonna let you off light.” 

He smiled and I could see the relief spreading all over his face. He came a bit closer. 

“Really?” he asked, almost laughing. “Really? That’s great...I mean...anything. Anything you want. I’ll make it up to you, Justin, I promise.” 

“Good,” I said, “’cause I want you to help me with my maths.” 

“Maths?” Now he was laughing. Closer again. He was only a few feet away from me now. “Sure! I can help you with your maths. I can come over to your place and go over your homework – be like a private tutor or something! That’s great!” 

“No, no, no,” I said, stepping towards him and filling the gap. “What I want, is for you to help me to count.” 

“Count?” he said, and I tried not to grin as I saw the smile disappear from his face. 

“That’s right. You see, I don’t ever want to see your fuckin’ face again. So I’m gonna count each time I see you. And for each time I see you, I’m gonna bash you in the head. Like now.” 

I swung my fist, slamming it into the side of his head and knocking the cunt to the ground. 

“That’s ‘one’,” I said. “See how it works? Next time will be two. Then three, then four and so on. I get to practice counting. And if I don’t get to bash you when I see you, then I’ll save it up till I do see you and give you however many counts there are right over your fuckin’ head in one go. One count. One punch.” 

And with that, I stepped over the prick and walked away. I never saw the cunt again. He changed schools the next fuckin’ week. 

Two down, four to go. 

When the cast came off my arm a few weeks later, I started working out as much as I could, building back my strength for my showdown with Fab. He was a tough faggot, so I was leaving him til last to make sure I was in good shape again. My ribs were healing faster and faster, though they gave me trouble for fuckin’ ages. But while I waited for them to heal, I kept on psyching the others out and waiting for a chance to catch them alone. I was real good at playing the waiting game. Patience is one of my strong points, so I wasn’t in any hurry to punish any of the fuckers. Besides, watching them squirm like that was worth the wait, and dragging it out was fuckin’ beautiful! 

With Shawn out of the way, they all got extra careful and it didn’t take much to make them freak. Fab tried talking to me a few times, telling me that I should let them alone, let the past be the past and all that other crap, but I told him he was a fuckin’ pussy and how much I couldn’t wait til his turn came around. 

It wasn’t long after my cast came off that my next chance arrived. I caught two of the cunts – George and Alan – walking through the park one weekend. They were two of Scott’s pals; two of the pricks who I met in the mall with him that day I bashed Colin. 

I nabbed them both, grabbing them around the back of their necks and slamming their heads together, then dragged them into the bushes by their hair. I told them we were gonna play a game called “Bash or Dare” and they chose ‘dare’ just like I knew they would. 

Now they’d picked the dare, I told them that they if they didn’t do it, I’d break every fuckin’ bone in their bodies and keep on doing it every time they got out of hospital. They were crying like fuckin’ babies, huddling together against a tree, too scared to move. 

I made them both strip off and fuck each other up the arse, then I set their clothes on fire so they were stuck in the park naked. Next, I exaggerated a little and told the cunts that I had twelve bones broken so for the next twelve days they had to meet me in the same place and do the same thing every day. And on the last day, after they’d screwed each other again, I made them punch each other out – one punch each, in turns, till one of them was knocked out. 

It was fuckin’ magic seeing them suffer all those days and being stuck without clothes to get home each day. And then to see the pussies beating each other to a pulp, it just rounded off the payback beautifully. By the time George was out cold, neither of them could see ‘cause their eyes and faces were all swollen and bruised. 

Four down, two to go. 

Last on the list was Scott’s other friend, Glenn and then finally Fab. Glenn was a pissant little faggot who I didn’t give a shit about. I knew once I cornered him, he would be easy enough to deal with. It was Fab that I was excited about though. Our first two confrontations were cool, tough challenges but I’d won both rounds. But it was gonna take a while for my left arm build back its strength and I knew that Fab wouldn’t take it like the others. He’d fight back, ‘cause he was a man like that, even if he was a faggot. And I was looking forward to making him squirm despite his advantage. 

Two more to go. And what fun it was gonna be! 

To be continued...



Bio of a Bully Ch. 6 Pt. 2



Glenn was an puny little cunt. He reminds me of a fuckin’ giraffe. He’s got this long fuckin’ neck and he’s always turning his head around, looking at everything like he’s scared of missing out on something. Only he knew that this time he wasn’t gonna miss out on nothing. 

He stuck with Fab as much as he could, hoping Fab would protect him, but I could see it in his eyes that he knew his time was coming, jumping at every sudden noise, and hiding behind Fab whenever I walked by smiling at them real nice and friendly. 

Fab had given up trying to talk to me by then. He just put on a brave face and waited for his turn, just like all fuckin’ death row cunts. 

Weeks past and Glenn made sure he was never alone. It had been over three months now since the cunts had kidnapped me and my patience was finally starting to wear thin. 

Most pussies would’ve let off their steam by now and given up, or at least lost their lust for revenge, but not me. I was fuckin’ angry til the end and wouldn’t be happy till each and every one of the mother-fuckers had suffered. 

So finally I dropped Glenn a note, telling him to meet me in the hallway after the history class we shared. He knew there’d be heaps of other kids and teachers around, so he waited for me just outside the classroom door. It was so sweet seeing him standing there shaking so much. 

“You’re lucky you waited,” I said to him, stepping in real close so no one else could hear me. Fab was waiting for him nearby, watching us closely, playing the protector like a fuckin’ mother hen. He didn’t come near though and I made sure I didn’t give the cunt reason to. I wanted to talk to Glenn alone. 

Standing there so close to him, Glenn was vibrating like someone had shoved extra-strength batteries up his arse and I couldn’t help but smile. He whimpered, making some stupid fuckin’ noise, and then I saw his eyes widen and he let out a little gasp. I looked down and spotted a fuckin’ dark patch spreading down his legs. The faggot had wet himself – and I hadn’t even started! It was better than I could’ve hoped for! 

“Hope you can swim,” I said, looking down at the puddle by his feet. I was grinning from ear to ear now, loving every minute of it. 

“Here’s how it’s gonna be. You didn’t do much” I lied, “so I’m not gonna knock your head in unless you don’t do like I tell you. Okay?” 

He nodded fast, too nervous to talk. 

“Good.” I told him the same thing I said to his mates about breaking all his bones every time he got out of hospital if he didn’t do like I said. Finally, he swallowed hard and managed to promise he’d do whatever I wanted. Sweet! 

I told him that one of the conditions was that he wasn’t allowed to tell anyone what I said to him – not even Fab – and if he did, then all bets were off and he’d be living in a sick bed the rest of his life. He agreed to keep it quiet, so I told him to meet me out the front after school, promising the shit that I wouldn’t clobber him despite how much I wanted to. 

When he met me, I handed him a black plastic gun that I’d picked up at a toy store a few weeks earlier. I told him that he had to pretend to hold up a 24-hour supermarket. I knew the cunt couldn’t pull it off and would be arrested and thrown in the slammer overnight. Glenn was only sixteen, so he’d only have a record til he turned eighteen, but that would be nearly two years of hell for him. 

The pussy freaked when I told him and said that he couldn’t do it. I reminded him what would happen if he backed out and told him a juvenile record would only fuckin’ stay with him til he was eighteen. If the cunt did manage to pull it off, I’d make him give the money back, so I told him that he could return the money the next day. I’m no fuckin’ thief and wasn’t interested in the loot – I just wanted him to do the job for the hell of it. 

He did it alright, just like I told him to, and I watched from down the street on my bike as the cops screamed up to the place and hauled his sorry arse to jail. It was in all the papers the next day about the A-grade student pulling such a prank with a toy gun and I heard people talk about how he must have been on drugs or something. He was so fuckin’ scared of doing it that he hadn’t thought about how his fuckin’ ruined reputation would be around longer than his juvenile record. Sucker! 

One more to go. Fab. 

I wanted to take Fab down with my bare hands and do to him what he’d done to me. I knew it wasn’t gonna be easy ‘cause he still had the strength advantage, but I had the stamina and the fuckin’ drive and I knew that I’d whip his sorry arse one way or another. 

Wrestling is one of my favourite fuckin’ ways of taking down all these faggots – you probably know that by now anyway. The good thing about wrestling is that it doesn’t leave any marks, and while I’m taking the fag down, I can make sure the fuckers feel my muscles pressing into their pissant fuckin’ bods as I crush them. 

Fab knew it was his turn too and he came up to me the day after Glenn was arrested and told me to get it over with, so I told him to meet me in the school gym at 9 o’clock that night. I also told him not to wear anything he didn’t want ripped off his fuckin’ bod. 

Our school was piss weak when it came to security and I could break into any room in the place so fuckin’ easy that it wasn’t worth the effort normally. But this time it had come in handy. 

I got to the gym at 8.30 that night and set up some lights so we could see without turning the big one’s on and attracting attention. The windows were already blacked out ‘cause the school used the gym for their fuckin’ drama shows too, so that saved me the hassle of having to cover them up. 

Fab arrived on time, like I knew he would. He was wearing shorts and a tank top, and I could see his biceps were all pumped, ready for the rumble. I was standing in the middle of the area I’d made up, stripped down to my shorts, when he arrived, and seeing me there, he ripped off his tank top and came over, walking fast like he was in a hurry. Fab has a fuckin’ hot bod, no bull – all solid from working out regularly, with a light coat of hair over his chest. Looking at him, you couldn’t tell he was a fag. 

“Let’s get this over with,” he said and kept walking straight at me. I wasn’t expecting him to be so eager and he caught me off guard, grabbing me in a headlock and pushing me down to my knees. 

I gasped, grabbing at his arm as his muscles pressed into the side of my head, but he held on tight, pushing me down further till I was pinned under his bod, still in the headlock. 

“I don’t want to do this, Justin,” he said, “but enough is enough. If you want to take me down, fine. But I’m gonna make damn sure you feel it for the rest of your life.” 

He squeezed tighter, determined not to let me go. He was sitting side on to me, his side against my chest, so I couldn’t kick up and knock him off. I swung my left hand up, trying to grab the cunt’s face and finally hooked it under his chin, pulling him back. He rolled over on top of me, but still held onto my head. 

I wrapped my fingers around his throat and squeezed, pinching his adam’s apple and as he reached up to grab my hand, I twisted sideways, rolling him off me head-first, his legs flying up into the air as he went over. 

Rolling out from under him, I jumped up to my feet and lunged, but Fab got up quickly too and caught me around the wristss, twisting my hands behind my back and pinning me into a bear hug. With muscles bulging, Fab lifted me off the ground, my chest pressing into his as my back arched. 

I gritted my teeth, unable to move, Fab lifting me higher til my chest was in his face. 

“Is this what you want?” he asked and started sucking hard on one of my nipples. I groaned, the pain mixing with the thrill of the unexpected move. He carried me over to a pillar, slamming me back against it and dropping me to my feet, twisting my arms from behind my back to pin them above my head against the column. 

Holding me there, I could feel his chest hair tickling against me as I tried to wriggle free. Fab held tight though, pressing his hard body into mine and trying to kiss me. 

“Is this what it’s all about, Justin? Is it? Do you want me to rape you, is that it? You knew you hadn’t recovered enough to match me. Is that why you wanted to face me this way again?” 

He pressed his mouth against mine, but I refused to let his tongue in. Suddenly he pulled my arms apart, pushing them back on either side of the column. I gasped as the pressure built up in my shoulders and the cunt used that moment to force his way into my mouth. Our tongues fought like fuckin’ swords: me trying to push him out, him trying to push his way in. 

My arms were pressed back as far as they could go, my chest stretched tight across Fab’s. He kissed me hard, full of passion like it was the only reason he’d shown up, and then he slipped his mouth down to suck on my throat. He worked his way down to my chest, twisting my arms around to move down with him, but always pushing them as far back as fuckin’ possible. 

The faggot let his tongue ride up and down over the grooves between each straining muscle on my torso, stopping to suck on my hard nipples each time he passed them. My cock was throbbing so hard, all I could think of was shoving it deep inside him til he begged for mercy. 

He moved down lower to my stomach, riding the waves of my six-pack, but the fucker was down too low and off balance. I yanked one hand free and shoved him back. He fell on his arse and toppled onto his back, and I dropped on him like lightning with an elbow across his chest, knocking the wind out of him. 

Hauling him to his feet, I grabbed the cunt in a reverse headlock and dropped, flipping him over 180 degrees, then swung around, digging my feet into his shoulders and hauling his arms back above his head as hard as he could. 

Fab cried out, unable to move and I twisted his arms back and forth, draining the strength out of them while I had him pinned. I worked him over hard, still holding his wrists, eventually getting to my feet and hauling the faggot up, grabbing him in my own bear hug. 

I felt him squirming, rubbing his solid chest into mine, his arms pinned behind his back. It felt so good to have such a muscled bod pinned against me, totally controlled by my power. I felt like a fuckin’ god! 

“How does it feel, you fuckin’ faggot?” I asked him. “Do you like that?” 

I pushed his arms further up his back til they were near breaking point and watched the cunt’s face contort with agony. 

“Not so tough now, are you?” I said to him, bouncing his arms up and down to increase the pain. 

“Stop!” he cried, just like that pussy he was, giving in to me already. 

“I don’t stop til I’m ready.” I said back. 

I pulled his hands around to the front of him, releasing the bear hug, then rammed him back, slamming him hard into the pillar. Holding him there with one hand, I swung my fist back and brought in crashing into the cunt’s stomach. He doubled over and would’ve fell to his knees if I wasn’t holding him up. Pulling him away from the column, I slammed him back into it, then yanked him forward again, grabbing the cunt and lifting him up and onto my shoulders. 

Lying face up across my shoulders, Fab was like a fuckin’ rag doll as I jumped up and down, letting his back feel the pressure of every bounce. I held him there making him suffer for at least a full minute before letting him drop to the ground. He lay there groaning, rubbing the small of his back where it hurt most and I grinned in victory as I lifted him up and dropped him across my knee, face up again, working on his back some more. 

The back-breaker made him cry out in pain again, and I put one hand across his throat holding him stretched out, the other clawing at his stomach. When I finally released him, he lay on the ground like a broken toy, his eyes shining with fuckin’ tears! 

I hauled him to his feet by the hair, but suddenly the cunt let loose a punch that hit me in the gut. I doubled over, winded, and he wrapped an arm around my throat, twisting around so he was behind me and hauling me into a half nelson. 

I gasped, clawing at his arm with my free hand, but suddenly he let go of my throat and hooked his arm under my free one, pulling it back so the half nelson turned into a full nelson. 

I strained as he held me there, pulled back tightly, Fab trying to weaken my arms like I had done to him. I tried forcing my arms forward or down, every muscle near to bursting, but the cunt held me hard, determined as before not to let me go. 

I dropped suddenly, lifting my feet off the ground a bit, my full body weight letting me slip down and out of his grip. I landed in a crouch and swung around, pulling the fucker’s legs out from under him and as he hit the ground, I flipped him over and stood above him, grabbing both legs and hauling them back like the letter ‘U’ fallen over. 

He screamed this time, nice and loud, just like I wanted to hear and he began begging me to stop. The more the cunt begged, the tighter I held him, his back arched so much I could have snapped the mother-fucker’s spine if I wanted to. 

He was going to suffer as much as I could make him! 

Finally the faggot went quiet and when I looked down, he had passed out from the pain. I let him go and dragged him over to the pillar, tying his hands behind his back with the rope I’d brought with me. 

I slapped him across the face a few times to wake him up, then pulled him up to his feet, leaning him against the column. He looked up at me dazed and I smirked at the sight of him. 

“You disappointed me most of all, you little fuck,” I said to him. “I let you hang out with me, made you look cool, and look how you repaid me.” I slammed a fist into his gut then grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to look at me. 

“Every punch you gave,” I said, “Every fuckin’ move you made, is coming back at you tenfold.” 

I slammed another fist into stomach, then letting go of his hair, I used both fists to pound his chest like a machine gun. 

“Do I want you to rape me?” I said when I’d finished. “What kind of a fucked-up faggot do you think I am? Like you? You think I’m a faggot like you? Is that it?….Answer me!” I back-handed him across the face. 

“No,” he whispered, trying to talk. 

“Good,” I said, “’cause I’m not like you. I’m not a faggot and anyone who says otherwise is gonna find out how much of a man I really am.” 

I threw the cunt to the ground and tugged at his shorts, dropping them to his knees. He knew what was coming and tried to get up, but I kept him down and slapped his bare arse a few times, softening him up to take my cock. 

“Justin, don’t,” he pleaded. 

“Don’t?” I said. “Is that an order? Huh? Are you trying to tell me what to do, you cunt?” I pressed my rock-hard dick against his arse and pushed it in, the sweat from our fight keeping it moist enough to lubricate it. 

The pussy began to cry as I dug deep inside him and the sound of him made me even hornier. I pumped away at him, grunting like an animal through clenched teeth as I felt the pressure build up inside me. 

“You wanna fuck with me,” I said, “then I’m gonna fuck with you right back!” 

Til now I hadn’t fucked Fab, only made him give me head jobs, and I could feel by how tight he was that he wasn’t used to being fucked up the arse. It made it all the more sweeter knowing that I was breaking the cunt’s virginity, just like they’d done to me when I was kidnapped. 

I deliberately toyed with him, going gently and then suddenly thrusting hard and deep before going gently again. On his knees with his hands tied behind his back, the tough faggot showed his true colours, tears streaming down his cheeks, sobbing non-stop. In the end, all faggots are the same and Fab was proving that he wasn’t a man after all. He was easily broken and I was the hammer that had crushed him. 

My cock was drying up without proper lube, so I shoved him forward, his face hitting the ground first, my cock breaking free from his arse. I walked over to the pillar and grabbed another length of cord and used it to whip him, asking him what it felt like, watching the welts start to swell on his back. 

Then I took off my shoes, my feet all sweaty from the action and made the cunt peel off my socks with his teeth and suck my toes. I watched him gag doing it and in the end, made him lick all the way around both my feet, just for the hell of it. 

It was while he was doing that, that I got my final inspiration. Grabbing the whipping cord, I tied one end to the rope holding his hands, bringing the length of it between his legs, wrapping it around his balls and cock, up and around his neck, and then over some gym equipment. It was the perfect set up – if he struggled or tried to move his hands, it would tighten the rope around his privates and as well as around his neck, choking him. The cunt could easily hang himself just by trying to break free! 

“Tomorrow morning when school starts,” I said to him, “someone will find you here and let you free. Assuming you don’t do nothing stupid during the night, you’ll still be alive and won’t have hanged yourself….unless of course, you want to hang yourself – then feel free to try breaking free.” 

“You can’t leave me like this!” he said. 

“Watch me.” I said back to him. “And if you so much as look like you’re thinking of turning against me again, you cunt, then tonight will feel like a fuckin’ massage compared to what I’ll do to you next time. And I won’t give you a fighting chance either. Don’t you EVER fuck with me again.” 

I turned around and walked out, leaving Fab strung up like one of those puppets on a string – what are they called? A marionette or something. I knew he wouldn’t hang himself. I made sure that the rope would loosen around his neck once he stopped struggling. I’m no fuckin’ killer, but he doesn’t know how far I would go, and that’s all that counts.

It would be the longest fuckin’ night of his life and with all six cunts paid back, I was about to get the best night’s sleep I’d had in a long time.



Bio of a Bully Ch. 7 Pt. 1



Fuckin’ Fab. I couldn’t believe the cunt had done it. 

The day after I took Fab down, the cops were crawlin’ all over school. They were everywhere, man! The whole fuckin’ school was dragged into an assembly and the Principal got up to talk to us. 

“As many of you may already know by now, the school has befallen another tragedy, in what can only be described as a disastrous year of misfortunes for many of our students. I ask each of you to remain calm in this crisis and use each other and your teachers to support you through such a sad ending to our year.” 

Fuck he crapped on sometimes! 

“You’ve all seen the police around the school yard this morning. During their investigations, many of you may be questioned, beginning from this morning. Those needed for questioning will be pulled out of class at the appropriate time, however – and I want to stress this – being questioned does not mean you are presumed guilty of any crime. The police are simply trying to piece together events which have taken place. I ask you all to cooperate and any student found to be hindering police or staff actions, or making this more difficult than necessary for fellow students, will be instantly expelled. Of that I am most adamant.” 

The assembly broke out in a rumble of panic. I wished he’d get to the point, but when he did, I wished he’d never fuckin’ spoken. 

“For those of you not yet aware of the situation, one of our senior students, Fabio Donetello was found dead this morning in the school gymnasium. Without going into too much detail, it is strongly suspected that foul play was involved.” 

The murmur erupted into a huge explosion of noise, the whole fuckin’ school bursting in chatter. Everyone was talking, except me. I just sat there, stunned and I could feel the blood draining out of my fuckin’ face. The cunt had hung himself trying to break free! 

I freaked! I wasn’t a fuckin’ killer. There was no way that fuckin’ rope could have hung him. Some other cunt must’ve come in after me and finished the job. 

I could see eyes looking at me. All the fuckin’ dweebs looking at me like I was the guilty one. No fuckin’ way! 

It was coming up to exam time at school, end of year tests. After telling us not to go off alone anywhere, the Principal told us that when exams started next week, we could do them after the Christmas holidays if we wanted. Big fuckin’ deal! I’d already nicked the exams and photocopied them so Scott’s brother Michael could find out the answers for me. The was no fuckin’ way I was gonna waste that effort! 

That whole day the school was like a fuckin’ morgue and all the rumours started flying around – how the janitor had found him, how he was fuckin’ mauled to pieces or hanging from the ceiling….. Nobody seemed to know the real details, but the stories were a lot more exciting than the boring truth, which was that Fab had just strangled himself. Stupid faggot! If he’d just sat there like a good little poof, he woulda been just fine! The other kids steered clear of me, even my mates made excuses to fuckin’ disappear quick. 

I couldn’t believe the cunt was dead. How the fuck could he have been so bloody stupid? 

Scott was the only bastard who gave me the time of day, but I could see him looking at me like he knew it was my fault too, so eventually I hauled the prick into the toilets. 

“Listen here, you little fuck,” I said to him, “I know what you’re thinking and you’re wrong, okay? I didn’t fuckin’ do it. I’m no fuckin’ killer – it was the cunt’s own stupid fault.” 

Scott looked at me carefully, and I could see him working out what to say. 

“It’s okay Justin,” he began, talking real slowly, picking his words like they were fragile bits of fuckin’ glass. “I’m not saying anything. I know you wouldn’t do something like that. Whatever happened, it….it must have been an accident.” 

“It was no fuckin’ accident!” I shouted out him. “The cunt did it to himself. He did it deliberately to get back at me! There’s no fuckin’ way that rope could’ve strangled him….” I cut myself off, kicking myself for fuckin’ admitting I’d strung him up. I could see in Scott’s eyes that he picked up the confession. 

“It’s going to be okay, Justin, I promise. You know….you know how I ….feel …about you, don’t you? I won’t let them blame you. You can say you were with me. I’ll back you up.” 

“And who’s gonna believe that fuckin’ crap, huh? Me hanging out with you? They’ll know I’m fuckin’ lying.” 

“Then don’t say it!” he snapped. “I don’t care what you say to them, just stay calm. I know it was an accident. I won’t tell them anything, I promise.” 

And I knew the dweeb was good for his word. I was so fuckin’ panicked that all I could do was nod at him and walk out. I was shaking all over and didn’t know what else to do or say. 

The pigs called heaps of us in for questioning, asking what we were doing last night and if we knew who’d want to kill Fab. I knew some arsehole would squeal – faggots always do under pressure, so when it was my turn, I covered my arse just in case. I told the pigs that I’d had a brawl with Fab in the school yard, then left him there. I didn’t didn’t tell them that I’d strung the fuckin’ rope around his neck. - No fuckin’ way! 

I took Scott into the park that night and worked him over, making him take it hard to work out my anger. He took it all, like he knew what I was doing, swallowing my cock whole and sucking it as hard as I was shoving it in, never saying nothin’ in case I clobbered him too. But he watched me the whole fuckin’ time, just like everyone was at school. He cunt never took his eyes off me, staring up as he sucked my dick… 

When I came, it was the worst fuckin’ climax I ever had. My cock was all dull and felt like it had no feeling, like I’d wanked once too often. There was just this pumping feeling happening below but no great explosion like there should’ve been. I knew it wasn’t the faggot’s fault, but I wanted so bad to pound him in the head and smash his fuckin’ face into the nearest tree. I wanted to rip his tongue out his mouth and slap him about with it, like it would make everything okay if I just showed the cops how far I could go bashing up a faggot – like, always stopping before killing him, just pounding him enough to make him suffer, that’s all. And I wanted to grab Scott and crush him in my arms in the biggest fuckin’ bear hug ever, ‘cause I knew he’d hug me right back and tell me that everything would be okay. But I couldn’t do either and I walked away as alone as I fuckin’ felt. 

The next day was no better, with cops crawling all over the school again, taking fingerprints, moving in and out of the gym all day, asking more fuckin’ questions than they had the right to. And the whole fuckin’ time, I kept freaking, waiting for them to try to pin the fuckin’ death on me. 

I took Scott again at lunch time, dragging him to the back of the oval behind some trees and making him suck me off again. He didn’t make a sound. He just blew me like I wanted and swallowed my load like he was told. 

After lunch, I sat through the last fuckin’ classes of the day – english, history, maths…. but each one was just a fuckin’ blur. All I could see was Fab hangin’ there in the gym. I imagined how he must’ve looked, his face all bloated and swollen, his tongue sticking out, while his body twisted slowly on the fuckin’ rope. But it was his bloody fault, not mine, the stupid twit! 

When the bell rang at the end of the maths lesson, I shot up outta my chair ready to take off out there like a bat out of hell, but the cops were there waiting and nabbed me as I walked through the door. 

“You have the right to remain silent…” I have no idea what they actually fuckin’ said. I thought I was gonna be sick and all I remember is their mumbling and a blur of staring faces as they put the handcuffs on me and took me to their car. 

My Dad was at the cop station in a flash when he found out what had happened, demandin’ that a fuckin’ lawyer be sent for before I was asked any more questions, but I knew it was pointless because they would’ve taken my fingerprints off all the fuckin’ lights and stuff I’d set up before Fab had arrived. 

I figured that I was done for and that if I lied too much then the pigs would make it worse for me, so I told them what had happened…sort of. I didn’t tell them about the other dweebs. I just told them about Fab, putting on the act like I did for the teachers, nice and innocent, telling them how I’d found out he was one of the cunts who had kidnapped me. I told them how I wanted to pay him back for what he did and scare him, and that there was no fuckin’ way that the rope could’ve strangled him. 

It was then I found out that the prick had got the rope caught trying to escape. He must’ve been tugging at the ropes that were tying his hands back, making him choke himself, but the fuckin’ cord got caught and that was how he died. 

And then I was in the slammer. And my Dad was looking at me through the bars just staring at me like I was some complete fuckin’ stranger, shaking his head and telling me that I was no son of his. 

My lawyer told me that I oughta plead guilty to manslaughter but not to murder. He told me that there were “extenuating circumstances” and that I might be lucky to get off on probation. But I knew he was bullshitting. I knew that I was too old for the juvenile court and I was going to jail like an adult. That fuckin’ cunt, Fab had won after all. 

In court, I did like the lawyer said and the judge set a court date for three week’s time. Three fuckin’ weeks! And then he said that he was afraid that Fab might’ve told me who else was involved in the kidnapping and so he wouldn’t let me out on bail. 

The remand centre was like a fuckin’ nightmare – all brick walls and bars on the windows – fuckin’ pointless since they were so fuckin’ high and so fuckin’ small, you couldn’t see out of them anyway. 

The cunts strip-searched me, laughing as they poked around in my privates, then put me in a cell with two beds. The room was small, only about 12 feet square, with one bare light bulb in the ceiling, covered with mesh, and the door was solid metal. I sat there on the empty bed, looking around room, wondering what the fuck was going to happen. After everything I’d fuckin’ done for all those faggots, this was where I landed. I wanted to rip every one of their fuckin’ heads clear off their shoulders. 

I couldn’t stop shaking as I sat there hugging my knees. Since the whole thing started, my head had been in a fuckin’ whirl and I couldn’t stop my mind from spinning. Every time I tried to focus, all I could see was a picture of Fab in my mind, hanging there with his eyes all bulging and his tongue hanging out… 

And then there was my Dad. He came to visit me later that day, looking at me through the glass window of the visitor’s room like I was some kind of fuckin’ monster. 

“You fucked him up the arse,” he said to me, “and then you killed him!” 

“No…” I said, but he wasn’t listening. 

“My own son.” He looked like he was gonna cry. We’d been the best of mates ‘til now and seeing him like that made me want to die. “I can’t believe it. My own flesh and blood…” 

“Dad…” I started. 

“No!” he cried, jumping to his feet. “No ‘Dad’! Not anymore. Not now, not ever. No son of mine is a murdering faggot!” 

Tears began to well up in my eyes. “But, Dad…” 

“I said, ‘No’! From now on, you call me Peter. I don’t ever want to hear you call me ‘Dad’ again. I’m just glad your mother’s dead and can’t see what you’ve become.” 

The tears were streaming down his face now, and I couldn’t help but fuckin’ copy him. 

“I’ll tell them what kind of son you used to be,” he said. “I’ll tell them what you want them to hear, but after that, no more. If you get out of this, I want you out of my house, you hear?” 

“Dad!….” I protested. 

“I want you out!” And he fuckin’ left me and didn’t come back. I never saw him again until the court case. 

The screws dragged me back to my cell and slammed the door shut behind me, locking me in there for the rest of the day. I fell on the bed, howling like a fuckin’ baby. The whole thing was like a nightmare. It couldn’t really be happening. I dunno how long I lay there... an hour, two... I was nearly asleep until suddenly I heard the clank of the metal door slam shut, and then a voice. 

“Hello there.” 

I jumped a fuckin’ mile and looked up to see this huge, ugly mother-fucker coming towards me. He was maybe 50 years old or something, wearing nothing but boxer shorts. He was covered in tatts, all over his chest and arms. His gut hung down far enough to keep his knees warm and his tits were pointing towards the floor. He must’ve weighed at least 250, maybe 300 pounds, and his arms were about as big around as my legs. The prick sat down on the bed beside me and put his arm around me. 

“No need to be scared,” he said. “I’ve been in here plenty of times, though not with anyone as pretty as you, kid. The trick is to make your friends real fast and then they’ll look after ya. See?” 

I tried pulling away from him but he kept his arm around me and pulled me in closer. I could smell a stench from his skin, like salt and some sour odor mixed together, and there were beads of sweat on his face. 

“There’s nowhere to go, my friend,” he said in a low voice. “No point tryin’ to pull away. If you want to get by in here, you’re gonna have to try a bit harder to be nice. Know what I mean?” 

The cunt grabbed my face and turned it up so I was looking at him, then suddenly tried to kiss me. 

“Get away, you goddamn faggot!” I yelled, struggling to break free. 

“Oi!” he growled, and backhanded me across the face so hard I saw stars. He shoved me down on the bed and climbed on top of me, clawing at my shirt and ripping it open. 

“You’re gonna be nice whether you want to or not,” he said, crushing me with his weight. I tried reaching up to hit him but he pinned my arms to the bed and started mauling at me with his mouth, kissing and biting me fast and frantic like he was starving for it. 

“Oh, yeah,” he cooed. “You’re a sweet piece of meat, you are. You and I are gonna be real good buddies…” 

To be continued…



Bio of a Bully Ch. 7 Pt. 2



With additional editing and ideas by The Pecman

The fat fuck was all over me, holding me to the bed and running his tongue up and down my torso, his stinking fuckin’ breath choking me every time he came near my face. 

I tried calling out, but he knew it was coming and slapped a hand over my mouth. 

“Now you listen good, punk,” he hissed in my ear. “You make a sound and I’ll break your fuckin’ neck before you finish making it, understand? When I take my hand away, you’re gonna lie there and take it, and do exactly like I say….or else. I’ve already killed two dumbshits in here before, so I got nothin’ to lose. Got it?” 

I stared up at him and he glared right back. I knew the cunt wasn’t kidding, so I nodded carefully and he took his hand away. 

“Good boy,” he said, smiling. “You do as you’re told and Daddy will look after you.” 

He pulled down his fly and flopped out his massive cock, shaking it in my face. Even soft, it was about half again as big as mine was hard. 

“Now you show Daddy how much you want to please him and he’ll forgive you for your bad behaviour.” 

I looked up at him again, trying desperately to work out some way to break free, but the cunt just smiled down at me and slid his arse further up my chest, shoving his cock in my mouth. 

I gagged at the taste of it, but I was pinned down, barely able to breathe from his weight pressing down on me. It began to expand in my mouth, then began to touch the back of my throat. 

“That’s right,” he said, beginning to thrust in and out. “Take it like a good boy. Daddy says ‘Eat all your supper’!” 

I reached up with my hands, trying to push the cunt back, but he immediately grabbed my wrists and rubbed my hands all over his flabby chest and stomach. I knew I was gonna vomit and started convulsing like a fuckin’ rap dancer. 

The prick climbed off me and let me spew over the side of the bed, ripping my shirt off and undoing my pants while I chucked. 

When I’d finished throwing up, he grabbed me from behind and pulled me up to my knees, running his sweaty palms all over my fuckin’ chest, feeling my muscles and groaning with every fuckin’ groove he felt on my bod. 

“Oh, yeah,” he whispered to me, “I’m gonna like having you as my room mate.” 

And suddenly he shoved me down face-first on top of the bed and yanked down my pants, then my underwear. Before I could move, he slapped my arse hard, spit on my backside, and started putting his dick inside me. 

“No…!” I gasped, but he kept on doing it, holding me still with his massive hands as he began plugging away. It hurt like hell but I couldn’t move, not even when he let go with one hand to reach around and paw at my fuckin’ chest again. His hips dug into me as he started a slow rocking motion, and his chest hair scratched on my back while he murmured softly into my ear. I felt like I wanted to vomit again, but I gritted my teeth, shut my eyes, and just kept my mind blank. 

It felt like it went on forever, the cunt’s hands and bod getting sweatier and sweatier as he worked me over roughly, treating me like fuckin’ livestock at a slaughter. I began to feel a moistness between my thighs; I wasn’t sure if it was blood or just our sweat mingling together. Suddenly, his movements became faster, rougher. He groaned and collapsed on me, then kissed me roughly on the back of my neck, his rough beard scraping my skin. 

He pulled out with a soft ‘plop’ when he was done and left me lying on the bed, curled up in a ball, then put his shorts back on and went back to his own cot, where he sat watching me. 

“You did good,” he said. “And tomorrow night you’ll do even better. Hell! By the time you get out of here, you’re gonna be a goddamned expert! You’re gonna love it, by the time I finish with ya.” 

And he wasn’t joking. I knew the rumours of what happened to prisoners who lagged to the screws, so I kept my mouth shut. And every night he came for me again, ripping open my arse with his throbbing cock and plugging it hard like he was trying to stop the bleeding. Sometimes, he took me in the cell; sometimes it was in the shower, while the other prisoners looked on. As bad as it was getting butt-fucked, that was better than when he raped my mouth; his smell and his taste was too horrible for me to take, and at least when I lay down, I didn’t have to look at the fucker. It got to the point where I expected it at the same time every night, right after “lights out” at 10 pm. The cunt would smile and give me the look, then I’d nod and weakly pull down my pants and lay face down, forcing myself not to cry. 

By the time my court case arrived three weeks later, I could barely walk and was too afraid to fuckin’ sleep. 

I looked a wreck at the court case, all pale and stressed-out. I still couldn’t believe it was happening and couldn’t bear the thought of spending years in prison. 

My lawyer made sure the court was closed to the media and public, ‘cause I didn’t want the fuckin’ dweebs from school coming along to laugh at me. Only my Dad was there, and Scott, who I said could come along. Aside from my Dad’s one visit, he was the only other cunt to visit me in the remand centre and the only one still talking to me. 

I sat there and listened while the judge heard all the evidence from the cops, reading out my statement, and telling how my fingerprints were all over the gym, and how Fab’s fingerprints matched some of the ones taken when I was kidnapped. I was fighting back the tears, trying hard to act like the man I was, not wanting to look or act like a faggot. 

The Principal of my school got up and talked about how nice I was and how I had been through a hard time with the kidnapping, and how my grades had gone right up that year because I was trying really hard. He had no fuckin’ idea that Scott’s brother was the one doing my homework and I was fuckin’ relieved that it didn’t come up. 

When it came time for the judge to pass sentence, I thought I was gonna faint from fuckin’ stress. He repeated what the Principal said about me and that it was a good sign, and how I had been honest in my statement about brawling with Fab and had pleaded guilty to manslaughter. 

“The honesty of your statement works in your favour,” he said to me, “and I appreciate that your recent experience of being kidnapped was a traumatic one which for which you received no support or counseling afterwards.” 

I felt a twinge of hope and crossed my fingers behind my back. 

“However,” he said, “Vigilante actions are not justice, nor something this court can condone, particularly when the result of such irresponsible behaviour results in the death of another, accidental or otherwise, and for that you should be most severely punished.” 

My legs started to shake again and I grabbed hold of the table to stop myself from falling down. The courtroom had disappeared from my sight, replaced with images of me, the battered plaything of all those fuckin’ convicts behind bars, year after year, stretching into fuckin’ eternity. 

“In balance,” the judge continued, “ I pass judgment thus. Justin Peter Michielsen, you are hereby issued with a two-year suspended sentence on the condition that you live at home with your father for the duration of that period. You are ordered to complete 1000 hours of community service to be negotiated with your probation officer, who you will report to at 9 am on the Monday of every week, or 9 am on the following working day should a public holiday fall at your scheduled appointment time. 

“Further, I order you to attend psychiatric sessions on a weekly basis with a doctor chosen by this court until such time as he or she deems you fit enough to cease his services. Do you have any questions?” 

I knew it was over. My Dad had said he wanted me out of the house, so there was no fuckin’ way they would let me free. 

“No, Your Honour,” I said. 

“Do you understand your sentence? 

“Yes, Your Honour,” 

“And Mr Peter Michielsen, the father of the accused, do you accept responsibility for your son and agree to have him continue to live with you for the duration of his sentence?” 

My father stood up and we looked at each other for a long, long time, both our eyes watering like a fuckin’ fountain. 

“Yes, Your Honour,” he said, never taking his eyes from me. “He’s my son. I take full responsibility for him and promise to see him right.” 

I choked back the tears, covering my mouth to stop the sounds coming out. And my father smiled weakly, letting me know everything will all be alright. I took a deep breath to compose myself and turned back to the judge, who was sitting patiently, allowing the father-son moment to happen. 

I didn’t want to see the shrink. Fuck knows I don’t need one, but if that’s what it took to keep out of jail, then I’d do it. I knew my old man would make me anyway. I was totally wrecked, but not going to jail was the best fuckin’ thing I could’ve wished for. I was wrapped! 

There was no way I was going back to school, not with all the kids knowing I’d fucked Fab up the arse and caused his death. I didn’t want all those fags pointing at me, knowing what had happened. I’d get a job and see out my sentence, then blow this place just as soon as I could; start fresh somewhere else, where the faggots didn’t have the upper hand. I had plenty of time to map it all out. 

The judge closed the case and I grabbed my Dad. He began to crying again, whispering “I’m sorry, son, I’m sorry,” and we held on tight to each other. I knew he was still my mate after all. 

Behind me, Scott came up to congratulate me and I was so fuckin’ ecstatic, I didn’t give a shit who he was. I would’ve embraced fuckin’ Liberace right then, so I grabbed him in a bear-hug too. 

I walked out of the courtroom arms still wrapped around Dad and Scott’s waists, so fuckin’ happy, I had tears still streaming down my eyes like a fuckin’ pussy. It was a new life for me and one I wasn’t going to fuck up again! 

When we got home, Dad poured us a stiff drink and we took it like alcoholics, pouring it down our throats before topping up again. 

I went to my room and threw myself down on the bed, enjoying the soft mattress under me instead of the hard fuckin’ boards they used at the remand center. I didn’t look up from my pillow until I heard my bedroom door slam shut. It was Scott, who’d left my Dad in the lounge room and followed me. 

“We have to talk,” he said to me, his voice shaking like he was nervous about something. 

“What is it?” I sat up, looking at him suspiciously. 

“Us.” He answered. “After everything I’ve done for you, you still don’t care about me, do you?” 

I laughed. 

“How can I?” I said, “I’m not a faggot like you. Listen – you may be a faggot, but you’ve proven you’re a good mate too. You’re the only fuckin’ one who stood by me. You’re okay.” 

“That’s not enough,” he said, stepping closer. “I know so much about what you’ve done of the years, Justin. One word from me and the judge would repeal your sentence and throw you behind bars faster than you can blink.” 

I stood up, knowing where he was heading. 

“Are you fuckin’ threatening me?” I growled, moving towards him. 

“Not threatening,” Scott said. He held his ground and didn’t back off like I expected despite looking and sounding so scared. “I’m just tired of being walked over all the time. It isn’t fair. I want something in return for a change.” He paused. “I want you.” 

“Me?” I laughed out loud, but stopped suddenly when he started undoing his fly. 

“From now on, you do what I say,” Scott said, “or else I’ll go to the cops and tell them I was too scared of you to tell them everything. You’re going to love me, Justin, in my way and on my terms, and when we have sex, it will be because I say so. You’re going to be gentle and you’re going to enjoy it, just like you did that time my brother beat you up and I had you pinned to the bed.” 

“You’ve got to be fu….” 

“No, I’m not,” he interrupted. “You love being the one losing control, and now you’ve lost it completely. Suck me off.” He flopped out his cock and wagged it in my direction. “Now.” 

I looked at him hard and could see he wasn’t joking. The cunt was gonna go straight to the cops if I didn’t do what he said. 

“You’ll pay for this,” I threatened. 

“No I won’t,” he said, “’cause for once you’re going to admit that you enjoy it. And when we’ve got more time, I’m going to teach you how to make love properly…and gently.” 

I was in a corner and he knew it. And as I sunk to my knees to take his cock in my mouth, Scott smiled, stroking my hair and enjoying his own new found freedom.



Bio of a Bully



I grabbed his hair, pulling him to his feet, then decided that maybe he hadn’t had enough after all. Someone as tough as him needed a much fuckin’ tougher lesson than normal, so I grabbed him in a reverse headlock. 

Fab wrapped his arms around my waist, trying to break free. I barely felt it, he was so fuckin’ weak now, but the cunt still managed to push me back against a tree. Fuckin’ incredible! I don’t know how he did it. Must have been one last surge of adrenaline or something. But whatever it was, I made sure it didn’t happen again. I dropped to a crouch, slamming his throat into my knee as we went down. 

When I let him go, he rolled over onto the ground gagging. My move was brilliant, if I do say so myself. I’d crushed his windpipe and he held onto his throat gasping for breath, rocking back and forth. I grabbed his hair again and pulled him up to his knees, pushing his face into my crotch. 

“Suck me,” I said. 

He shook his head as much as he could with me holding onto him like that. He was proud. I liked that. It made my cock go even harder when they resisted. 

I tightened my grip on his hair, making him wince, and said it again. 

“Suck me, you fucking faggot, or I’ll fuckin’ ripped your ears off.” 

I pushed his face into my crotch harder and growled, “Suck me” a third time. 

The prick was determined though and he tried getting up from his knees. I let go of his hair with one hand and punched him hard on his back, knocking him back down so he was kneeling again. 

“You fuckin’ suck me off or so help me, I knock you into tomorrow.” 

Fab whimpered and I saw his hands reached up to pull down my shorts. I yanked his head back and made him look up at me. 

“With your mouth, you little pussy. Pull it out with your mouth.” 

I thrust his face back into me and smiled. I loved seeing him helpless against me. Fab was good, his strength made that moment all the more sweet. It’s like, if there’s no challenge, then you just do it, you know? But when you gotta work for it, like with Fab – then it’s real special and I cum all the more and fuckin’ drown the bastards! 

I felt his teeth grab the top of my shorts and pull them down a bit. My cock was rock hard now and fuck did it fly out! It hit him in the face like a fuckin’ wet fish slap or something! And when I felt the cool air touch it, man did I go apeshit! I didn’t think I could get hornier than I already fuckin’ was! 

“Take it,” I ordered. 

Fab whimpered again, just like all my cocksuckers did, but he took it like I told him. I pushed it in further, making him choke and thrust faster and faster till I came in his mouth. Then I grabbed the top of his head and his jaw and forced his mouth shut so he had to swallow it. 

After that, Fab avoided me as much as he could. When I did see him at school, he tried to be defiant but I could see that he was afraid of me. He thought that I had won by a fluke and challenged me one more time, but now that I knew how strong he was, I was ready for it and quickly made him suck cock again. 

From that day on, he treated me with the respect I deserve. I still make him suck me off every now and then, ‘cause it turns me on so much to have such a strong guy on his knees pleasing me with no choice, unlike the other wimps that service me sometimes, but other than that, I let him join my gang of friends and he hung out with me and them as much as I let him. 

I made him buy contacts and get rid of the glasses so that he didn’t look so much like a nerd. And after a while, the chicks realised that he belonged to me and lost respect for him. They still drooled over me lots and once I put Fab in his place, they soon forgot about him and went back to dreaming about me only – just like it should be. 

Talking about the kids at school, it reminds me of that football coach, Mr Agliadis. He was here way back at the beginning of the year, though not any more. He had to leave once I’d showed him a thing or two. Tried to get me onto the football team, you see? I wasn’t interested though. I hate football – it’s a game for fags. All that hugging and arse slapping, and chasing around after another man’s ball. Sure, society says it’s a “man’s” game, but I reckon it's for faggots. It’s like “scrums”, you know? It’s just an excuse for a group hug. Hippie-lovin’ crap if you ask me. 

Anyway, he wanted me to join the fuckin’ football team and when I said “no”, he kept asking me, again and again, like a broken fuckin’ record. But I soon showed him though. I found out what he really wanted and taught him what it's like to mess with me. 

That’s the problem with being so fucking hot. Everyone wants a piece of you and there’s only so much I can give, you know? Doesn’t matter if it's another kid, a teacher, or some faggot’s big brother. They all want the same thing. And I’m the man to give it to them, but one at a time, you know? I can only do so much to please my adoring fans. They all fuckin’ want me, but they just have to take a number and wait. 

That coach, Mr Agliadis – now there was a hot bod too. I like older men. They’ve got the definition, and the domination that I like to take away from them. And when you do that once, you’ve done it for life, ‘cause they know they’re not supposed to do it with students. Doesn’t matter how old they are. 

But right now, I gotta get to school. Geography is first today – fuckin’ learning about “this goes with that” and that strong winds mean more than a ripper fart. 

I wanna tell you about Mr Agliadis. He was a fuckin’ hot session, he was. It’s like that faggot’s brother. Man! Was that Awesome with a capital ‘A’, or what?! I’ve had so many fuckin’ encounters that it's unbelievable. And that’s just with other people – not counting my sessions with myself in front of a mirror. 

I’ll tell you about them next time, when I’ve got more time. Right now, the old man is yellin’ out for me to move my arse. Gotta go. Fuck I hate this school biz sometimes. 

Outta here.