The bully

It all started when i got transferred into the "advanced help" program at my high school. My counselor was always a dick but when he said summer school wouldn't be enough to graduate i knew it was my own fault. He brought up the AH school a handful of old classrooms off to the side of the highschool. I knew too well of it we called it the reschool because those there weren't the brightest. I dreaded enrolling but had no choice one year here and i could graduate next year, even if i slacked off again and failed all my classes.

My first day came and i was dreading it, coul not sleep all night. Most the day went without incident but in my last class i started nodding off. I was jolted awake with a sharp jab under the rib and a loud sound that turned out to be a fart played off chris durans phone. He was a light skinned latino kid who was the most popular at reschool. "New guy farted" he shouted to the laughs of the class. I was humiliated my face turned red and i ran out before the bell.

I managed to go all of my school career without being bullied. Surprising given my boyish good looks, brown shoulder length hair, light eyes, freckles and a pretty small stature at 5 foot 6 and under 130 pounds. This was new and the second day wasn't much better everyone joked at me all day. No direct incidents until the end of the week when chris tripped me at the assembly and everyone laughed and made fart jokes.

I hated him so much through much of the next few weeks i got by fantasizing about some newfound fighting prowess or a hero that would let me get revenge. Everyday he made jokes and would just knock things out of my hands. I never had much friends but here there weren't much people in the first place and the very few who didnt jump in on the bullying wanted nothing to do with me because i hated the coolest guy mr chris duran. I never felt so lonely and angry.

The worst incidents was one day when i came late too school i ran straight for the bathroom holding a full blader. As i unzipped in front of the urinal and started peeing chris popped out of a stall and pulled my pants up in a front wedgie, completely soaking my pants. I ran out the bathroom and as i approached the classrooms i realized the fire alarm was going off. Shortly i was surrounded by every student at the school. "Look who pissed themselves, microdicks cant hold their piss". Everyone lost it and i was microdick and pee pants and baby dick pamper boy from then on.

People started putting photoshop pictures of me in diapers on my desk and every girl made small dick jokes and hand gestures everytime i saw them. Every time. I was miserable and humiliated all the time.

After a while of this going on chris decided to come up to me after class. "Hey man you know i was just hazing you right? No hard feelings?" I don't know why but this was infuriating. "How about you give me $20 and you come smoke with us?" I was about to say go fuck yourself but then i thought maybe i could get him in trouble, kicked out even. "Okay" i said sheepishly handing him the money. "Sike!" He laughed and took off running.

 Something in me snapped and i took off after him, we ran for blocks and eventually our runs began too slow and i closed the distance.With the last bit of my strength i leaped into him knocking him down. At that opportunity i pounced and unleashed everything i had in a pathetic fury of weak blows.

As this happened an old 90s sedan pulled up to us playing some kind of spanish rap. "Get off my little cousin bitch" i heard in a heavy hispanic accent. Suddenly a big muscular arm wrapped around my neck pulling me a couple feet up into the air. "We taking this sweet bitch too the hood dog?" I heard a second man say. He got out and helped chris up and into the back seat, then he grabbed my waist and hoisted me int the back with them.

We drove further and further as the men held me down across their laps. One older man on each side and chris in between. The men looked similar around six foot or taller bald and in their late 40s or early fifties, with tan heavily tattooed skin and burly moustaches. I assumed the driver looked the same. Chris was in the middle and they told him how too duct tape my arms and legs back so i couldn't struggle, while chris and one of the men tied me up the other was holding my face down into the crotch of his purple basketball shorts. I could feel his penis slowly become erect against my face.

We finally slowed down and i heard a garage door open. After pulling in and the door closing behind everything went a bit darker. I could hear and feel everyone exiting the car except the man holding my face against his hard cock. Finally the man holding my face down spoke to the others. "Hey you guys wanna see what i do to fools that hit my cousin?" As he asked them he yanked my head up from the back of my hair, the dim light was enough to illuminate his large bulge, just as i was making it out he blocked my view with his other armand slid his hand up his inner leg pulling his leg hole of his shorts under his balls. He then arched his pelvis up a little exposing his asshole a little and forced my head down between his thighs and farted a long gassy fart. I could feel the hot air being forced between the seat and up into my face. "Think about that while you wait for someone to get you ready" he said as the others chuckled and left. I heard a door close behind them.