It’s been a while since I wrote a longer piece. Feeling a little rusty.
Typical classroom setting, rows of tables and chairs. Very typical of a high school classroom.
I was sitting on a table, my feet on the chair making me almost as tall as when I am standing. I drumming my fingers on the table, tapping to a beat only I can hear.
Then I heard it, footsteps outside the hall. This part of the school is empty, especially at this hour. The majority of the student body had left and went on home.
The door opened. One reason I like this room was because the doors are solid wood. Unlike some of the newer classrooms where the door had a pane of glass or plastic that allows you to see inside. This is an old style solid wood door, offering complete privacy.
As the door swing open, his huge body stood at the entrance. Over six feet in height, his frame nearly filled the whole door frame as he entered. The door clicked shut behind him as he walked into the room. You can totally describe him without even seeing him. Thinks he is some gift to the world, big and muscular, might have a girl or dozen hanging around him at any given time. The one that seems like a nice guy on the outside but if you aren’t in his group you will quickly realize that he is a total douche bag.
He left his bag on the floor. I took my feet off the chair and I motioned for him to take a seat in the chair between my legs. Since I was sitting on the table and facing him, this was one of the few times I can look down at him despite his greater height. He tried to look down, but that would give him a full view of my crotch. He quickly shot his eyes up, seeing my smirking face he lowered his eyes again. Once again going too low before setting his eyes onto the middle of my chest. I snorted under my breath but he definitely heard it. His ears were going red.
“Hey.” I said pleasantly. He nodded but didn’t reply. I just continued. “Must be thirsty after all that exercise.”
I reached behind me and produced a cup. Just a disposable paper cup. I took a drink, reach between my legs and set it down on the table between us, inch away from my leg, purposedly so close that it is almost right at my crotch.
“Well? Drink.” I said to him.
He reached for the cup, and of course his hand touched my legs in the process. There was no room for him to get a hold of the cup without doing so.
“Don’t be grabbing at my crotch. People might think you are a fag.” I said to him. He paused as if he wanted to say something but decided not to. He raised the half cup of water to his lips. He took a drink before holding the cup in his hand. He wasn’t really needing the water. Just his inner need to just obey what I told him.
That’s when the noise outside the hall started. “I think it is over here.” We can hear the voices getting closer before three guys burst into the room.
“Ah. Hi.” One of them said awkwardly. Three skinny dudes, all with their bags on and the final stop before heading home no doubt. What they did expect to find was me. What they didn’t expect to find was the guy seating in front of me.
They immediately look slightly uncertain when the guy in front of me turned around. They recognize him of course. How could they not. Big man on campus, real popular guy, probably dated more than half the girls in the class, and most of all, the fucking bully that makes their life miserable on a daily basis.
I can see the slight fear in their eyes. What they don’t see is that when the big guy turned back to face me, there was also fear in those eyes. His eyes were pleading. He was scared. A new sensation for this bully no doubt.
“Come on in and close the door.” I told them. “And grab a seat.”
They awkwardly come around and sit down around us, close to each other for strength and support probably. They didn’t even take off their bags, ready to make a run for it. I let the silence fill the air. These bunch of dudes are awkwardly sitting there. But I had a whole other entertainment, watching the bully in front of me, his body language speaks volumes about how nervous he is. Too bad none of the guys around can see it. This is a sight left alone for me to enjoy.
Finally one of them found enough courage to speak up. “Uhh you said you have something to show us?” He asked.
I looked over at him. A slightly tall, very thin, blondish hair Italian. I should know his name, but the truth is I don’t give a damn.
“Blondie decided to speak up.” I said. I looked over the to the other two. “Blackie and Brownie remains silent.”
I don’t blame them. It isn’t every day that they find themselves alone in a quiet room with their high school bully. It is bad enough when they were in public, but here, the bully might melt them before they can even run for help.
I smirked and reached down. Took the cup out of the hands of the bully. I made no secret that I spit right into the cup.
Then I pushed the cup right back into the bully’s hands. “Drink.” I said simply.
All four pair of eyes snapped up at me. 3 of them wondering if they heard me wrong. One pair of eyes didn’t have that. Instead it is a pleading look. Something along the lines of please don’t do this communicated silently.
I looked down with a smirk on my face. “Drink.” I repeated.
Those big huge hands are not at all steady. They in fact shake but the cup is inching higher and higher.
“Holy shit.” I heard one of the guys say, Blackie maybe? I didn’t look over to confirm. I just stared into the eyes of the bully between my legs intensely.
He couldn’t do it. I knew it. He tried to get out of the chair but I already knew this would happen. I stomped down hard on his crotch with my feet. My seating like this, on the table above him, gave me a perfect angle. He gasped more in surprise than pain but that stopped him from getting out of the chair.
I took the cup from his hand and splashed the content all over his face. The water mixed with my spit dripped off his face and wet down the entire front of his chest.
I can hear the weird and sharp intake of breath from the three sitting on the side. Watching the events unfold before their eyes. They fully expect a fight to break out and I would definitely not be on the winning end of it.
I snapped the entire room back to reality when I slapped the bully’s face. The wet loud snap of my hand against his cheek woke up the entire room.
“Holy fucking shit.” One of the guys exclaimed. I glanced over at him. He quickly clamped his hand down on his mouth, fearing that he will draw more attention to himself.
The bully first wiped the water out of his eyes. He tried to stand up but I stepped down hard on his crotch, keeping him there. His arms are raising up and I can tell he is going to shove me off. I grabbed his hair and I spit onto his face.
“It’s too late now.” I said. “You didn’t walk away when I told you to meet me, you didn’t walk away when I told them to come in. What makes you think you can walk away now.” I shoved his head back away from me but he no longer made any motion to get up.
I finally looked over to the three guys who were watching in terror and fascination. I pointed to Blondie. “Come here.” I told him.
It was like he was still in shock and couldn’t respond. “Come here.” I repeated more firmly and he snapped to attention. He jumped up and stepped up but stayed back. I nearly rolled my eyes.
I grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him forward. I twisted his head until he was facing the bully. His bully.
“This guy bullies you right?” I asked him.
“I didn’t…” the bully tried to speak but my feet kicked him in his guts before stepping down on his crotch again silenced him.
“I didn’t ask you.” I growled. I turned my attention back to Blondie. “Well?”
He nodded, then he shook his head. I actually rolled my eyes this time. “Which one is it?” I demanded.
“Yes. No. I mean, like yes, like he would call us, like stuff, like names, like yeah, like these things and names and make us like arm wrestle like with him and like like like laugh at us like being small but he…” Blondie was tripping all over his words.
“What names did he call you?” I cut into that mess of an answer. Seeing no reply from him, I repeated myself. “What names did he call you?”
“Macho. And nerd. And geek. Sometimes like skinny.” He answered.
“Macho.” I repeated, looking him up and down. I get it, use it on the guy when he is nothing close to that.
I smiled, trying to look reassuring but in hindsight probably made me look more scary. “I want you to spit on his face and call him macho when you do it.”
“What? I can’t I…” He started to say but I yanked him close by the collar of his shirt.
He looked so damn scared. But he did closed his eyes and spit in the general direction of the bully. Didn’t hit his face at all but at least it landed on him.
“Useless.” I said as I shoved the Blondie away. My eyes went to the Blackie. “Come.”
He shifted his way toward us. Staying kind of behind me and out of reach of the bully in front. I yanked the back of his neck and pulled him forward.
“Spit.” I snarled out at him.
He looked scared, but this one had a little more determination in his eyes. He is shaking a little but he spat out straight, hitting the bully in the face. I nodded.
I looked over to the third. The Brownie. The smallest guy of the bunch but he remained mostly quiet as far as I can tell.
“Come spit on him.” I told him.
He stood up and came over. But he didn’t spit. I was about to be a bit more encouraging and demanding when his words surprised me a little.
“Can I… can I… like do what you did?” He asked.
I looked over at him, a slight inquiring look in my eyes. “I saw you slap him.” He said. “Can I slap him?”
I grinned. “Knock yourself out.”
The first slap was tentative, but that’s to be expected. He was fully expecting the bully to spring up and kill him. But when no reaction came from the bully, Brownie looked up at me.
I smirked. Then I reached down and slapped the bully. Hard. The sound was like a gun shot in the empty room, causing all three of those small guys to jump. “If you are going to slap him, slap him hard.”
“Fuck.” Blondie said. “You actually hit him.” He said to me. “And he let you.”
The slap seems to have hit some sort of trigger in them. And I found them to be quite diversed in their activities.
Blackie spit on the bully. Again and again. The first couple of times he was a little bit nervous, but after a bit he was excited. Spit left and right, trying to get that bully face as messy as he can.
Brownie kept up with the slaps. He didn’t slap the bully as hard as I did. I can see where I slapped him was leaving a red mark, but Brownie certainly made it up for the number of times. Whenever Blackie wasn’t spitting, he was slapping. At first he didn’t want to get Blackie’s spit on him, but soon he didn’t care. He was slapping the bully left and right, mess or no mess.
Blondie can’t seem to do much physically. But what surprised me was how verbal he got. “Look at that big guy getting spit all over his face. That’s it, right there on his nose. Holy fuck that’s a good slap. Do it again. One more time. The other cheek this time. Yeah, slap that fucking bully. Holy shit yeah, spit on his lips. Do it again. What are you looking at? Don’t fucking look at me like that. I am not the one who is getting his face full of spit and getting slapped all around. Who’s the macho now huh? All those muscles ain’t worth shit when you are getting spit and slapped all over is it? Fucking hell, look at you. Wait until the whole fucking school sees you like this. I bet your friends don’t know what a fucking lowlife you are. Yeah, that’s right, spit right into his eyes. Hahaha. Look at him, that face is a fucking mess. This is fucking pathetic. Holy shit yeah, slap him slap him!”
I sat back and let the three of them do their thing. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw motion at the door. I didn’t say anything. I looked over and saw that the door had been cracked open. An eye was peaking inside.
The 4th and last guest of the evening. I motioned for him to come in. He quietly opened the door. The other guys and the bully was too preoccupied to noticed that someone else had joined them in the room. This isn’t just an ordinary victim of the bully. Of course not. This is a friend of the bully. One of his group. Except he is not as handsome, not as big, not as fit and strong as the others. Which means he is the edge of the group. The one that gets bossed around. The one that the bully bosses around. The one that is called a friend but equally as much being bullied.
And he is watching his so called friend, the friend that he probably secretly dislike, getting humiliated. Getting spit on, slapped. Getting three of his bullying victims make fun of him and laugh at him.
He look unsure of himself. On one hand they are friends. He should be doing something, anything. But ont he other hand he can’t help but secretly want to join in. To spit on this so call friend that bosses him around. He wants to join in but also doesn’t think he should. I can see that conflict on his face. He is supposed to be a friend after all. I didn’t say anything else. I know he can’t resist this.
This chance to get revenge on the guy that seems like a friend but is in fact a bully. The so called leader of the group that bosses him around is now getting his face full of spit and slapped around like some fucking lowlife.
I can see it in the friend. It is only a matter of time.
The Brownie was the first to notice the new addition. Blackie noticed soon after.
Blondie was the last to clue in. His verbal description almost never stopping. “Yeah, look at the mess. Holy shit this guy is pathetic. Keep spitting on him, Comon, spit on him, slap him, what are you waiting for. Look at that face, he has a fucking face made to be messed up. We should totally…” He finally noticed the new guy. His eyes widen in recognition. Even if this friend is a smaller guy, it doesn’t mean that he still doesn’t tower over the three victims on his own.
The friend stepped in front of the bully. It took the bully a moment to realize the dynamic of the room had changed. As he tried to crack his eyes open, a big wad of spit landed right between his eyes, forcing his eyes closed again.
It is like the spit opened a flood gate. “I never knew what kind of pathetic piece of shit you are.” The friend said.
The bully’s eyes snapped open, he recognized the voice almost immediately. His eyes filled with horror that one of the guys from his group saw him like this. There’s no way to explain this.
“The next time you say anything about how weak I am compared to you, I am going to spit on your face. They next time you get the girl I want, I am going to spit on your face. The next time you flex in front of me and tell me how much bigger you are, I am going to spit on your face. The next time you force me to arm wrestle with you, I am going to spit in your face.” There was some hidden hatred there that’s for sure.
“You make me sick.” The friend said as he spit on his face once more before turning around and storming out of the room. The other three victims looked unsure of what they should do.
“Get out.” I said firmly. They looked like the hounds of hell is chasing after them as they grabbed their stuff and ran.
I took the cup and filled it with water. And again I splashed the all over his face, repeating the act that triggered all this.
I threw him a small towel that I found in his gym bag. He tried to clean off his face.
He didn’t do a good job, but I know he just wanted to get out of here. The reality of what happened is hitting him. His fucking reputation is in ruins. He won’t be able to walk anywhere in the school without people knowing how he had been humiliated by three guys he used to bully. He can’t even go to his group of friends because one of them know and saw exactly what happened. That friend even spit on him himself.
“I didn’t say you can go yet.” I said when he tried to stand up.
“Haven’t you done enough?” He yelled out at me.
I slapped him. “No I have not.”
“Well fuck you. I am done. Fuck you.” He shoved my leg off his crotch and tried to stand up. I let him.
“If your cock wasn’t so hard under my feet the entire time, your anger would be a lot more convincing.” I told him.
He angrily kicked the innocent chair that was in his way as he tried to grabb his stuff and this towel.
“I didn’t say you can go yet.” I spoke up.
“I swear I am going to expose you to the whole school if you step out of that door.” I growled.
“You already fucking did.” He hissed.
“Really everything? Do you want them to know everything that happened between us?” I asked him.
He spun back to look at me. “What do you want?” He snapped.
I smirked. “Let’s arm wrestle.” I said as I settled into a chair, my arm on the table in the classic position.
“What?” He was definitely surprised.
I raised an eyebrow. “You seem to like getting into arm wrestling matches with guys half your size. You like to win and show off your muscles right? Another way to bully those poor kids smaller than you. Well, I am smaller than you. Fits perfectly right? So what’s the problem?”
I motioned down to the other chair across the table from me. “Comon big guy.”
He settled into the chair, sight confusion on his still messy face, unsure of what game I am playing.
“Here’s the deal. If you win, you walk.” I said to him. “But if I win, you suck my cock.”
He stared at me. “Fuck you.”
“What, you think you are going to lose?” I teased. “To a guy half your size? What are you, some weakling?”
“Fuck you.” He snapped before he slammed his arm on the table and gripped my hand. “I can take three of you any time of the day.”
“Alright then.” I said as a I gripped his hand. “Go.”
Right when I said that word, I spit in his face. He looked shocked. Before he had the time to react, I spit in his face again and smirked at him.
“I know you can win. You know you can win.” I said as I completely relaxed my arm. “But the question is, do you want to win?”
I looked him in the eyes. “Or does it feel so good when you lose to me?”
I pressed down lightly with my hand. His arm went with me gently until his knuckles landed lightly on the table.
“Fuck.” He muttered, realizing what he just did.
I got out of the chair and sat down at my usual place on the table in front of him. I pulled his head slightly until he was looking down at my crotch.
“Don’t just look at it. Take it out.” I said to him.
His shaking hands fumbled at my zipper and fly for a while before he finally got me out into the air.
“You lost. Now take care of this for me.” I told him as I pulled him close. My cock hard with aniticipation.
He tried to pull away, but I knew it was a half assed effort. No way I can keep him down if he really wanted to leave.
“I fucked your reputation, I fucked your dignity. I fucked your image. I fucked over your position in this school and I fucking fucked your head until you are fucking crazy enough to let me do all that.” I said as I pulled him even closer. “Now I just want to fuck your face like the faggot that you are. That isn’t too much to ask is it?”
I pulled his face up until he was looking at my smirking face. “And you lost the arm wrestling match.” I traced a finger over his lips. “I won right?”
“It feels so good when you lose to me doesn’t it?” I said as I ran my fingers in his hair and placed it on the back of his skull.
I made him nod. I smirked. “And since I won, I totally deserve to have your lips wrapped around my cock right?” I made him nod again.
I laughed as I pulled him forward. He didn’t resist, but neither did he do anything when his lips came in light contact with my cock.
“I am not going to force you man.” I told him casually as my hard cock poke at the opening of his mouth. “But we both know that you want it. Why else would you lose that match huh?”
He said nothing. I decided to give him just one more gentle push. “Just one suck huh? That way you will keep your end of the bargain.”
I laughed as I felt his tongue snake out to taste my meat. His lips wrapped themselves around my hard cock.
I let go of his head. He knew he had the option to walk, but he didn’t, instead he went down deeper. I had a grin on my face.
“Three of your bullying victims just spit all over you and slapped you.” I said as I readjusted so that my fingers closed firmly on his skull.
“Your own fucking friend just watched you humiliated.” I said as I pulled his head further into my crotch. He didn’t fight.
“Your own fucking friend that you hang out with all the time just called you out and spit on you.” I pulled his head back a bit, draggin my cock out of his lips. My shaft wet with his spit.
“And here you are, my cock in your mouth. like some lowlife filthy cocksucker.” I yanked his head in and he choked on my cock.
“The door isn’t even closed. They could even come back and see you servicing me with your mouth. Fucking big man on campus, fucking bully that haunts their nightmare is nothing but a cocksucking faggot.”
“Not only that. You fucking threw a match of arm wrestling so you can justify it to yourself why you are sucking cock. You aren’t even brave enough to admit to me that you want this.” I pushed his face back down harder before letting him come up to catch a choking breath.
“Lick it, right on the tip. That’s right. That my precum that you are tasting right now. That’s my fucking spunk coating your tongue. Get that cock into your mouth. Suck me down.”
“Your cock is hard isn’t it? It is hard the entire time they were spitting on you.” I said as I continued to fuck his face. “You came in here today knowing I will humiliate the shit out of you. What you didn’t realize was that I will humiliate the fuck out of you in front of people. That I will get three other guys, guys you bully, to spit on you and slap you.”
“I know what you really didn’t expect was that I would tell your friend to watch all this huh?” I said to him. He moaned at the memory of being exposed like that. Being humiliated by these skinny young guys while his friend watched his downfall.
“And now here you are. Having experienced the humiliation of your life and here you are, sucking the cock of a guy half your size. A guy you normally would bully.” I slapped the side of his head. “And now you are my cocksucker.”
“Comon. Suck. Fucking suck it good. If you don’t get me off in the next 30 seconds I will call your friend back and have him shove your head down my cock.” I told him as he doubled his efforts on me.
It wasn’t 30 secounds. But it felt good, real good. Feeling him work his lips on my cock. Those same lips that he used to insult and bully people is now dragging themselves on my shaft, providing suction and friction on my cock. The way he worked his mouth and tongue like a cocksucker should.
“Take it. That’s right. Take my fucking cum.” I grabbed his head and fucked his face, roaring out loud as I reached my peak, slamming his face down as he choke on the thick white liquid I am pouring into his mouth.
He pulled back, gasping for air as I spurted the rest of my load on his face.
I looked down at him, breathing hard at the major nut I just blow. His face was a mess, spit, tears from choking, and cum all over his face. His eyes were opened but red and puffy. His slightly opened mouth leaked part of the load that I unleashed right in his mouth hole.
He snapped out of whatever zone he was in and a look of disgust crossed his face. He immediately bend over to the side and spat my cum out onto the floor. His face a mixture of humiliation, digust and yet a weird sense of satisfaction all at once.
I pat him on the head as I zipped back up.
“You did alright.” I said to him. “Come back at the same time tomorrow and we will work on getting your throat open and train you up to be a better cocksucker.”
As I was about to walk out the door, I turned back to look at him. I can’t see his face since he was facing away from me, but his shoulders are down and his back bent, his back no longer straight and proud and I didn’t even need to see his front to know that he is a man defeated.
Not just because of what he did, but also because he is still hard inside his pants. It had not went down during the initial humiliation and it certainly didn’t go down while he was being my cocksucker.
I just can’t resist kicking him while he is down. “When you come back tomorrow, we will see about training you to swallow like a real cocksucker should.”
“Fuck you.” Was the only words from him. His voice thick from either the abuse I put on his throat or the cum I shot in his mouth. I don’t care which.
I didn’t answer. I let him have that. Because I have no doubt he would be here tomorrow.
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