ABCs of Sex

B: Bully

Warning: This story contains use of derogatory language.

It had been two days since my mysterious encounter. I still couldn’t parse anything that had occurred on Saturday. The rest of that day and the next had played out with me in some sort of feverish state. I wanted dick…I needed it. My own penis was almost constantly hard at the thought. Fearing my desires, I stayed in my room all of Sunday. The situation made me glad that I didn’t have a roommate; I fear I would have jumped on him if I did. I even tried jerking off multiple times. Each time I was about to finish, Master’s voice echoed in my head. He had told me to save my cum, so I stopped touching myself every time. It was like I was edging myself, which only made me hornier, so i stopped, resigning myself to the fact that I’d just have to live with the erection for now. I had hoped that I would at least be able to push these thoughts out of my mind for my science lecture on Monday. However, I quickly realized that wouldn’t happen when I woke up. My eyes still felt glassy and my head hazy. Shaking myself in a futile attempt both to wake up and focus my mind, I got as ready as I could under the circumstances. 

The lecture room luckily wasn’t far from my dorm. I don’t think I could have made it too in my state. Another lucky break for me was my seating position: I always sat nearer to the back of the class, so I wouldn’t have a lot of eyes on my disheveled self. I found the most secluded seat I could without looking too separated from the rest of the students and I borderline collapsed into the chair. People filed in, talking about this or that, and soon the professor arrived. 

The lecture felt like it took a millennium. I don’t mean that in a bored college student way, more in a I’m so out of that I have no sense of time kind of way. I tried, with difficulty, to take notes for about the first quarter of the class. My mind had one primary thought and it was only growing stronger, but I continually struggled to push it down. 

Unfortunately for me, the professor was male. Damn, was has he always been this hot? Did his pants always fit him that well? He looks like he’s got a nice little bulge there. I wouldn’t mind seeing it up close…study his anatomy a little. Or maybe he could slap my ass with a ruler. Tell me I’ve been a bad boy and that he’s gonna punish me. Oh yeah, I’ve been so bad! I‘ll take all the punishment you can give, I know I deserve it! Spank me more, make me obey your authority like a good boy! 

I shook my head, somewhat returning to reality. I didn’t know when my fantasy had started or how much I had missed. I was hard again…and I still craved dick. I sighed to myself; I’d have to get the notes from someone else. The rest of the class consisted of me cycling between daydreaming about a classmate’s cock and trying to prevent myself from doing that. 

A hand suddenly landed on my shoulder. “Ah!” Despite my startled state, I looked to see who the appendage belonged to. Oh…I knew this guy. Jackson Castor, tight end on the football team. I’d like to see his tight end. No no, I couldn’t be attracted to Jackson! He bullied me when I was in high school. Part of the reason I transferred to another school was to get away from him! Now though, I want to get close to him…very close. Damn it, no! I needed to stop…especially since I’m pretty sure he just said something. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“I said class is over man,” he smiled slightly. 

It didn’t seem like he remembered me, but I sure knew him. And I didn’t like what I knew. I’d like to get to know him on a deeper level though…that I think I would like. Ugh…I needed to get out of there. “Oh, uhh, thanks,” I spluttered out and began hurriedly packing my things. 

“No worries,” he said in his acutely dude bro way. “Hey, aren’t you Greg?”

“Umm…George actually,” I corrected. 

“George, right!” he said as if he’d known all along. “So…do you have a partner yet?”

His question confused me. “A…partner?”

“Yeah, a partner. You know…for the pair project?” he responded, clearly not understanding my lack of comprehension. 

I shuttered. A pair project in college? Could my life get any worse? “Oh, sorry again, I…didn’t catch that we were doing a project of any kind.” Jackson raised an eyebrow at that. “I’m really out of it. My notes are usually good, but I just couldn’t focus today.” I didn’t have to tell him that…why did I tell him that?

“That sucks dude,” he said with a lack of real sympathy, though he at least tried to feign it. “So, that means you’re free, right? You wanna pair up?”

I’d love for you to pair your cock up with my ass. “Yes, sure, that sounds fine,” I said, desperate to leave the situation. 

“Great! So, you wanna meet up some other day since you’re feeling weird right now?” 

I shuddered. As much as I would have liked to push it off, it would be best to discuss the details of the project today, especially since I didn’t know what it specifically entailed. Plus, my impulses would only grow stronger as the days went on; at least at the moment I could somewhat control myself. “No, we can discuss it later today. I should be feeling better by then.”

“Oh, okay. Is around eight at your place good for you?”

Around eight inches at my place sounds great. “Yes, that sounds fine. I’m in complex C, room number 26. See you at eight.” I abruptly walked away, leaving Jackson behind.

* * *

I slept the rest of the day until just before eight o’clock. I was tired and I didn’t want my mind to be on penises anymore. This backfired spectacularly. I had a dream, one of my most vivid at the time; I was on the football field with Jackson. I was on all fours in the grass, my lower half completely exposed, looking back at him. He was wearing his football pants with nothing covering his massive chest. His cock was clearly hard inside of those pants. I…was hungry for it. Suddenly, he was fucking my ass, hard and fast. I was full, taking every inch of him into me. 

“You know, you’d be a great water boy for the team,” he said without slowing down. “The water boy is always the slut.” 

And then…I woke up with a raging erection. Okay, so I was in trouble. Before I could truly collect myself, I heard a knock. 

“Hey George, I’m here!” Of course he was here. Why not? “Can I come inside?” You sure can. 

I got out of bed and lightly slapped myself on both sides of my face. “Yeah, it’s unlocked.”

He entered my humble dwelling and shortly closed the door behind him. “You feeling any better?” he asked with his faux niceness. 

“Yes, a bit,” I lied, hoping he at least wouldn’t notice my hardness. 

He then set to explaining what the project was to me. We were to create a completely new animal, not based off of any real life creatures. We had to give it both an informal name and a scientific name and describe things such as its behavior, diet, environment, and mating habits. We can have a demonstration of the mating habits if you want. 

After he finished explaining, he said “Okay, so, do you want to get started on it?”

“Yes, of course.” I pulled out my notebook and a pencil, but saw that Jackson made no attempt to do the same. “Are you going to get something out to write on? I have extra paper and pencils if you need them.”

“Oh no. You‘re going to do the project. I’m not doing anything.” 

I squinted. “What? You have to do something. Otherwise we’ll fail the assignment!” 

“You still don’t get it, do you?” he said sharply. “You’re doing all of the work and I’m putting my name on it. I have to have time for football practice. I can’t be stuck with some loser doing a lame-ass project.”

Now there was the Jackson I remembered. I could feel my face heating up as I said “What!? That’s ridiculous! You have to help me!”

“No I don’t,” he replied in a rude, flat manner. “I’m Jackson Castor. I don’t do projects, I get bitches like you to do ‘em for me.” He stood up, towering over me. He was intimidating to say the least. “I’m the boss,” he said, his voice taking on an eerie tone. “Now do the project. Got that…bitch?”

I was going to retort but I found myself saying “Yes sir.” What!? Why on earth would I say that? I didn’t want to do the project so this asshole could take the credit!

Jackson chuckled darkly “Sir? What the fuck am I, your father?”

“No sir.” Somehow I could feel that that wasn’t a retort, it was a genuine response. 

Jackson, however, didn’t take it as such. “Fuck you bitch! You know what I meant. Anyway, I’ve never had anyone give in that easy. I didn’t even have to bribe you or have the coach ask you to do it. Who made you so obedient?”

“A dark masked figure at a carnival. He hypnotized me into obeying men.” I blurted out. As soon as the words left my mouth, my eyes widened. Where the hell did that come from!?

Jackson’s eyes were wide as well. “Uhh…” Shortly, he rolled them. “Oh, I get it. You’re messing with me. Well, suck my dick bitch!”

My entire body tensed. Suck his dick…I had to suck him down! I slammed my supplies down and dropped to my knees hard. “Yes sir,” I said drunkenly. I moved my head down towards his package.

I quickly found myself being launched across the room, landing on my back. “What the fuck are you doing bitch!?”

“You told me to suck your dick sir.” My voice didn’t sound like my own. It was like…the one I had when Master had fucked me.

“I wasn’t being serious!” He looked away from me angrily, before turning back, now with a smile on his face. “Ah, so that’s it. That’s why you’re so submissive.”

“What do you mean sir?”

“You’re a fag.”

“I…excuse me sir?”

“Oh damn, that’s exactly what it is. I can’t believe I didn’t peg you before. You’re a complete fag!” Jackson grabbed his soft rod and shook it at me. “You want this, huh you little homo bitch?”

I gulped. “Yes sir.”

Jackson started laughing hysterically. “You actually admitted to wanting cock! Jesus fuck, most fags at least try to deny it at first.” He looked down at me and started laughing even harder. “God damn, you even popped a woody from me calling you a fag.” Once he got his laughter under control, he walked over and stood between my legs. “You shouldn’t be gettin’ boners while you’re working you know.” Jackson then raised his left foot and pushed it into my balls. 

“Ah…s-sir, what are you-?”

“Quiet bitch!” He increased the pressure on my nutsack. “How’s that feel?”

“It…it feels amazing sir.” And it did. It felt way too good. 

Jackson peered at me. “Damn, you’re not lying are you?”

“N-no sir…ahh…”

“You’re gettin’ off on this, huh?” 

“Yes…sir.”

Jackson took his foot off of me, decreasing my pleasure. “So…would you do anything I told you to?”

“Yes sir.”

“Hmm…” he uttered, seeming to consider what he wanted to do to me. “Stand up.” I immediately did so. “Take off your shirt.” Somewhere in my mind, I wondered why he told me to do that, but I obeyed nonetheless. “Twist your nipples. Do it so hard that it hurts.”

I felt my arms raise and my hands reach for my nipples. I braced for the pain. When I pinched myself, I did experience pain, but it was overwhelmed by the utter pleasure. “Ugh…aaah! Oh god…”

“That all you got? Twist ‘em harder!” I acquiesced. 

“Mmm mm uh!” I moaned. As my pain increased, so too did the utter bliss I felt. A bully was making me pinch my nipples with great force, and I couldn’t help but love it.

“Hehe…still liking that, eh bitch? Well, okay. Drop your pants.” My hands found their way to my belt and it was undone. I unzipped my fly, my pants fell, and I stepped out of them, now down to my briefs. “Now, give yourself a wedgie. Make you undies floss your asshole.” I grabbed two fists full of my underwear and pulled up. 

“Ugh-uh!” my breath hitched. The fabric ground against me in an intensely enjoyable way. In front, the fabric left no part of my bulge to the imagination; it was clear that I was enjoying this too. 

“Turn around. Let me see what you’re doing.” With some difficulty, I turned. “C’mon, you can do better than that. Really work those briefs out. Make ‘em stretch.” I pulled harder at Jackson’s request. The underwear dragged over the head of my cock. I almost came right there, but didn’t. I couldn’t cum until Jackson did. “That still feel good bitch?”

“M-my pleasure…doesn’t m-matter…only yours.” I said.

“Hm,” Jackson huffed out, sounding amused, “I like that answer. You really wanna suck me off, dontcha?”

“If that’s what you want…yes sir.”

“Take the underwear off. No, better yet, break your underwear and let them fall off.” I used all of my strength and pulled. Soon, I heard a snap and my briefs tore apart. I finally let go and they descended to the ground. “Turn back around.” I did as commanded. “Are you still fully hard after all that?” said Jackson, surprised. 

“Yes sir.”

“On your knees.” I fell into position. Jackson walked in my direction and stood in front of me. His covered dick was inches away from my face. He took my chin and tilted it up to face him. “Okay…I’ve decided that having an obedient fag like you around might not be the worst thing in the world. I could use you to suck my cock while I’m not gettin’ any tail. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes sir, I would love it.”

“You’re a fag, are you?”

“Yes sir.”

“Say it.”

“I’m a fag sir.” 

“Damn right you are. Now…” he pushed his fly down, reached into his pants, and pulled his rod out through the opening. It was long, thick, and veiny, with a big head, “suck me off before I change my mind.” 

I dove down on it, taking the whole thing. This being my first time sucking a dick, I was shocked I could do such a thing. I pulled back, using my tongue a generous amount as I did, but refused to pull off of the giant rod. I couldn’t bring myself to take it out if my mouth…I needed to keep it in there. 

“Oooh, yeaaah…” Jackson moaned. “You’re thirsty for my cum, aren’t you bitch?”

“Mmm,” I said without stopping my cock sucking. 

“Ahhh, that feels good. Do it again!”

“Mmmmm…”

“That’s it bitch, just like that,” he sighed, clearly enjoying himself. “Damn, I haven’t had my dick sucked in weeks. These girls always say I’m too big to deepthroat. But that’s not a problem for you, is it fag?”

“Mm mmm.”

“Nope. You’re happy to swallow all of me. In fact…stop. I’m gonna fuck your face.” I obeyed and he grabbed the back of my head. “I ain’t gonna go slow or stop if you ask. But don’t worry…you’ll love it.” To illustrate his point, he shoved my head down on his dick and thrusted forward at the same time. I thought I would choke, but I didn’t. “What, do fags not have gag reflexes? Or is it just you?” he said as he continued to push and thrust. “Doesn’t matter.” He only got quicker from there, shoving his length down my throat at a merciless speed. As his speed increased, so did that if his breathing. I could tell that he’d wanted to do this with a girl, but they wouldn’t let him. He was likely too rough for them. But I would please him…it was my job. Just as I was thinking that, he said through heaving breaths “You…ready bitch? I’m gonna…paint the…back of your throat. Don’t spill a drop of my cum!” 

“Mmm!”

As I said that, he shot his load into my mouth. “Ah! Ha! Aaah haha haaa…!” He came buckets. I swallowed all of it. As soon as he finished cumming, he took his dick out of my mouth. I was sad that it was no longer there. “You’re a good cock sucker, I’ll give you that,” is what he said first. 

“Thank you sir.” I noticed that there was a drop of cum on the tip of his dick. I hastily licked it up. Jackson seemed taken aback by this gesture, so I explained, “You told me not to let a drop of your cum spill.”

“Attentive too…I like that.” He then unfortunately stuffed his penis back into his shorts. “Okay George…I’ll let you suck me off again when I feel like it. Maybe even take your ass for a spin if I’m really horned up.”

“Anytime sir. Thank you.”

“What’s your number?” I told him and he typed it into his phone. “Alright. Look forward to it.” He stepped toward the door. 

“W-wait sir, may I ask you something?”

He paused. “What is it?”

“May I…cum…? Please sir!”

Jackson chuckled once more. “Since you sucked me so good, you can cum after I leave. Was that it?”

“Yes sir.”

“See ya.” he said as he made his exit. 

After Jackson was gone, I put my hand on my dick and I erupted. I hadn’t even begun to jerk myself, I simply touched down there and I released a massive load of cum. I finally felt like my head was clear. Maybe Master was right…maybe this is what I desire most.