Big Bully
I was walking home from school one autumn day when Silas pulled in front of me and ordered me to get in his car. His two buddies (who shall remain unnamed to protect their identities) were in the back seat smiling like fucking hyenas.
I hesitated, feeling fear sink in, my throat was tight and dry.
"NOW" He shouted at me.
I let my backpack hang from my right hand. I d**g it and myself toward the car and slowly got in.
I felt a sharp pain as Silas' friend who was in the seat directly behind me slapped me hard on my left cheek. I held down my head and began to cry. I was sick of this shit, and regretted not keeping my grandfather's switchblade in my backpack.
This was not new to me, Silas has been the school bully since the 7th grade. I was usually his target. You see, Silas' mom used to date my dad. My dad caught her cheating with her boss and ended it. She slit her wrists in their bathtub and died and I think Silas blames my dad.
They would beat me up, wait for my injuries to heal, then beat me up again. They also went out of their way to embarrass me in front of girls. They would do things like rip my shirt, pour water down my pants. Silas even killed my dog Beebee. My dad tied her up in the yard and forgot to take her back in when he left for work. Silas stole her and drowned her. We never found her, but he admitted it to me in front of a girl I liked. I cried in front of her that day and she stopped talking to me. Silas and his henchmen thought it was the funniest thing they had ever seen or heard.
I broke his nose when he told me about Beebee, and he broke mine in return, along with 3 of my ribs, and my collar bone. When my dad got home told him that I fell off my bike. He took me to the hospital and was angry because it cost so much. He had no idea that Silas was the one who did it, and i never told him. I couldn't tell him the truth. He was already depressed. He worked so hard and had enough on his mind. I should be able to fight my own battles right?
This went on for 2 years.
I sat there crying silently knowing that I was probably about to be murdered or at the very least get beaten badly.. But I always fought back. At least I fought back.
We pulled up at the Wendy's near the highway. Silas ordered the other two out of the car. They were laughing like hyenas now. One of them asked if he was really going to do it. He said nothing in return.
They walked into the restaurant and we pulled out of the parking lot and headed out of town. I pissed my pants. When the wet spot spread he noticed and went ape shit. He punched me in the side of my head, pulled my hair and shoved my head toward the window as he screamed obscenities at me.
He gripped the wheel so hard his knuckles were white. His face was beet red. He was sweating so bad his dirty blonde hair was soaked and his light grey tee shirt had turned dark in all but a few spots.
"You are going to clean that shit up!" he screamed.
I remember wondering if that meant he wasn't going to kill me, or would he do it after I cleaned up the piss.
We went about 20 miles and down a road to where some abandoned buildings were.
"You better not try to run." he said, his blue eyes cold and scary.
I asked him what he was going to do to me. He said nothing.
He parked the car around the back of a small brick building. Some of the windows were boarded over. There were broken bottles and all kinds of trash in the gravel. He got out and walked over to my door. He pulled it open and told me to follow him.
"And you better put that fucking phone away before I shove it up your ass."
I had no idea that he knew I had fished my phone out of my pocket. He was already close to the double doors of the building. I put the phone away and began to cry loudly. I was begging him not to do this. He ignored me and used a key to remove the padlock.
He opened the door and Beebee rushed out and pretty much knocked me over. She licked my tears, and her breath was horrible. I was shocked.
I got up and followed Silas into the building. BeeBee, now a bit fat, waddled behind me jumping on me with her front paws and barking.
The inside of the building was musty, and smelled like the Wd40 that my dad used in his shed. There were huge machines that i could only guess were some kind of metal punchers. The floor had a thick layer of dust and grime and there were a few rat skeletons here and there.
"Why did you tell me you killed her Si?" I asked.
He ignored me and walked up a flight of metal stairs that led to a small room that extended out from the wall.
I remember that when Silas and his mom would come over, he would spend all his time playing with Beebee. Tossing my baseball and letting her catch it. Petting her and talking to her in a smooth voice which was deep even then.
I followed him up there and into the room. It was full of pictures that he had drawn. pictures of his mother, pictures of my dad, and pictures of me. The pictures of me were in color and more detailed than the rest.
There were books, and art supplies on the rusty desk. The floor was shiny and clean, the walls were a nice deep blue like his eyes. There was a shelf to with canned goods on it and about a thousand bags of assorted potato chips. A box of twizzlers and other assorted candies and a lamp. Next to the shelf underneath the huge glass window overlooking the work floor in the other room, there was a big bag of dog food and a few boxes of dog treats. In the corner there was a twin sized mattress with a few pillows. The bedding, a flimsy blanket and black sheets were covered in dog hair and a few blonde hairs.
He was living there!
I spun around to ask him if he was in fact living here when I noticed he was completely naked and leaning against the desk. My eyes fought to not look. His penis was rock hard and sticking straight up. He was still incredibly sweaty and a droplet fell to the floor from the tip of his nose as he looked down at his erection.
I was frozen in place.
He began to walk slowly toward me still looking at his dick. He put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me to him. His mouth was touching my forehead and his hardness was brushing against my thigh.
He raise my chin and looked at me in a way that I still cant describe, his deep blue eyes focused.
Then he kissed me. Softly. Passionately.
I pushed him away and tried my best to pretend that I was not afraid.
He stood there staring at me with a hurt look on his face as if I had just shot him. His handsome features much more mature than it looked at the funeral, but that same look of pain. A tear fell down his right cheek and absorbed into the peach fuzz facial hair.
Beebee whimpered and he knelt down to pet her as she stopped and looked up at him. He took one more look at me with that hurt face and turned to take her out into the main area.
I breathed a sigh of relief. The drawings were staring at me. The drawings of me popped out in contrast to the blue walls. There was one in particular that caught my eye.
It was a picture of me lying in my bed asleep. He actually made me look very handsome, almost angelic like. My brown hair which was longer at the time spilled over onto the pillow. The moonlight in the picture seemingly made me glow.
I was numb, what was going on here. Was Silas gay? Was he going to try to have his way with me? I looked around the room for anything I could use as a weapon.
There was another picture of Silas. At least I think it was him, and there were arms wrapped around him, one hand on his butt, and the other running through the hair on the back of his head.
"It's you.."
I jumped.
"It's you I'm holding. It's us."
The next thing I remember is him coming closer and kissing me again, more passionately than before. I was confused, and afraid but calm. Silas ran his fingers through my hair and held me close as he kissed me I felt myself harden. He must have too because his other hand slid back and forth over the crotch of my jeans.
Time blurred. Something in me broke and I kissed him back. I felt incredibly dizzy. I was not afraid anymore.
In what seemed like seconds my clothes were coming off. My heart was pounding like crazy. My dick was throbbing in unison with it.
We were leaning over the desk, we were slamming against the walls and then we were on the mattress.
"This is going to hurt Bumpy." He said. 'Bumpy' was my father's nickname for me I was a clumsy k**.
He hovered over me, his powerful arms holding him up as he bent over to kiss me on the neck. He lifted up onto his knees and grabbed his stiff cock. With one hand he raised my right leg and I felt him pressing against my anus. He rubbed his cock against my hole and pushed his way in.
The pressure was intense, and the pain was unbearable, but I did not want him to stop.
He was inside me. Moaning and pounding me as hard as he could, his hands pushing my thighs upward as he slid in and out.
Tears slid down into my ears, my eyes were tightly shut. I was sobbing in pain, and Silas was kissing my ankle. He came inside me, I could feel him pulsating in side me, and the warmth of being filled. He pulled out and leaned back on his hands. His muscular and slightly hairy chest heaving. Tears streaming from his eyes.
He quickly got up and wiped the blood and shit and his cum from his penis with a towel beside the bed. He stood up, covered in sweat and walked over to the shelf and grabbed a pouch of Capri Sun from the box and a bottle of Aleive and brought them to me.
I took 3 Aleive and drank the Capri Sun. I can't remember the flavor.
He lay down next to me, half hanging off the side of the mattress and kissed me on the side of my left eye. He whispered the words I'm sorry, sounding like he was about to cry.
I stared at him, looking at his deep blue eyes. I brought my lips to his face and kissed his face tenderly.
He smiled and began to slowly stroke my cock. He looked me in the eye the whole time. He stroked me faster and faster and spit on his hand a few times to moisten me as he jacked my cock. Seeing his pecs and his arm flexing as he stroked me was enough He kissed me as I came. I remember the vibration of my lips as I moaned into his mouth. He licked my dripping cock as I spurted. I bent into a crunch position ans watched my cock head shoot the last bursts of my young seed onto his tongue. He then engulfed my cock once more, to clean my shiny cum coated manhood.
We stayed there and he fed me spam out of the can and sour cream n' onion potato chips. I had more Capri Sun and Alieve as well.
He explained to me how he and his mom moving in with me and my dad was the best time of his life, and how he felt like he had a family. He also told me that he hated his mom for what she did, that she was a whore. I told him that I actually liked her and I missed her. He frowned in anger at me for saying that.
Then he told me that he loved me. He envied me. He wanted to be my guy. lol. This guy who could fuck any girl he wanted (and believe me he had) wanted to be with ME.
I told him that I didn't like boys. He smiled, and got up and started getting dressed.
"That means nothing to me, because I'm not a boy, I'm a MAN."
We both laughed. Looking at him, could not disagree.He looked kinder and less aggressive, as if a weight had
been lifted off his shoulders.
Later, he made me clean up his car seat and by the time it was starting to get dark we were headed back to town. We picked up the two hyenas (who giggled all the way home, and who were making out by the time we reached my house) and I found out that they were a 'couple' and had introduced Silas to fooling around with guys.
Later that week I asked Silas if he wanted to move back in with us and he said yes. He had been living in the warehouse for 4 months after a fist fight with his alcoholic uncle. And since he was 18, he was working for a local movie rental shop and was saving money to get an apartment. I asked my father if he could stay and told him the situation. He agreed to let him stay.
My father caught us having sex a few months later and simply told us to pipe down.
"I'm trying to sleep guys. Jeezus! And open a goddamned window in here. It smells like cock n' ass!"
My dad was the best dad, and he always handled our relationship with a sense of humor.
We did in fact open a window and tried not to make too much noise. Beebee didn't seem to mind the smell or the noise, she was sleeping soundly on the floor by the bed as we fucked.
It was very strange the first few weeks, but soon I had actually developed a hunger to have my ass fucked by his thick cock. Sucking cock also became my favorite thing to do. I made sure that it was messy. I loved the feel of slobber running down my chin and neck as he stretched my throat with his dick. I loved his sweaty balls brushing against my chin, and the ropes of spit that hung off his cock as he pulled out of my mouth. I tried to rim him, but I can't get used to it. I gag at the thought but I do it sometimes because he likes it. I can see why, it feels good when he eats my ass. I once let him use a turkey baster to fill my hole with strawberry yogurt. He ate it all as I pushed it out. We go through enemas like crazy in this house.
I graduated and went to college locally and my dad pulled some strings at work and got Silas hired.
We are now in our mid thirties and are still together.
He still bullies me, but in a good way.
In the bedroom.
I hesitated, feeling fear sink in, my throat was tight and dry.
"NOW" He shouted at me.
I let my backpack hang from my right hand. I d**g it and myself toward the car and slowly got in.
I felt a sharp pain as Silas' friend who was in the seat directly behind me slapped me hard on my left cheek. I held down my head and began to cry. I was sick of this shit, and regretted not keeping my grandfather's switchblade in my backpack.
This was not new to me, Silas has been the school bully since the 7th grade. I was usually his target. You see, Silas' mom used to date my dad. My dad caught her cheating with her boss and ended it. She slit her wrists in their bathtub and died and I think Silas blames my dad.
They would beat me up, wait for my injuries to heal, then beat me up again. They also went out of their way to embarrass me in front of girls. They would do things like rip my shirt, pour water down my pants. Silas even killed my dog Beebee. My dad tied her up in the yard and forgot to take her back in when he left for work. Silas stole her and drowned her. We never found her, but he admitted it to me in front of a girl I liked. I cried in front of her that day and she stopped talking to me. Silas and his henchmen thought it was the funniest thing they had ever seen or heard.
I broke his nose when he told me about Beebee, and he broke mine in return, along with 3 of my ribs, and my collar bone. When my dad got home told him that I fell off my bike. He took me to the hospital and was angry because it cost so much. He had no idea that Silas was the one who did it, and i never told him. I couldn't tell him the truth. He was already depressed. He worked so hard and had enough on his mind. I should be able to fight my own battles right?
This went on for 2 years.
I sat there crying silently knowing that I was probably about to be murdered or at the very least get beaten badly.. But I always fought back. At least I fought back.
We pulled up at the Wendy's near the highway. Silas ordered the other two out of the car. They were laughing like hyenas now. One of them asked if he was really going to do it. He said nothing in return.
They walked into the restaurant and we pulled out of the parking lot and headed out of town. I pissed my pants. When the wet spot spread he noticed and went ape shit. He punched me in the side of my head, pulled my hair and shoved my head toward the window as he screamed obscenities at me.
He gripped the wheel so hard his knuckles were white. His face was beet red. He was sweating so bad his dirty blonde hair was soaked and his light grey tee shirt had turned dark in all but a few spots.
"You are going to clean that shit up!" he screamed.
I remember wondering if that meant he wasn't going to kill me, or would he do it after I cleaned up the piss.
We went about 20 miles and down a road to where some abandoned buildings were.
"You better not try to run." he said, his blue eyes cold and scary.
I asked him what he was going to do to me. He said nothing.
He parked the car around the back of a small brick building. Some of the windows were boarded over. There were broken bottles and all kinds of trash in the gravel. He got out and walked over to my door. He pulled it open and told me to follow him.
"And you better put that fucking phone away before I shove it up your ass."
I had no idea that he knew I had fished my phone out of my pocket. He was already close to the double doors of the building. I put the phone away and began to cry loudly. I was begging him not to do this. He ignored me and used a key to remove the padlock.
He opened the door and Beebee rushed out and pretty much knocked me over. She licked my tears, and her breath was horrible. I was shocked.
I got up and followed Silas into the building. BeeBee, now a bit fat, waddled behind me jumping on me with her front paws and barking.
The inside of the building was musty, and smelled like the Wd40 that my dad used in his shed. There were huge machines that i could only guess were some kind of metal punchers. The floor had a thick layer of dust and grime and there were a few rat skeletons here and there.
"Why did you tell me you killed her Si?" I asked.
He ignored me and walked up a flight of metal stairs that led to a small room that extended out from the wall.
I remember that when Silas and his mom would come over, he would spend all his time playing with Beebee. Tossing my baseball and letting her catch it. Petting her and talking to her in a smooth voice which was deep even then.
I followed him up there and into the room. It was full of pictures that he had drawn. pictures of his mother, pictures of my dad, and pictures of me. The pictures of me were in color and more detailed than the rest.
There were books, and art supplies on the rusty desk. The floor was shiny and clean, the walls were a nice deep blue like his eyes. There was a shelf to with canned goods on it and about a thousand bags of assorted potato chips. A box of twizzlers and other assorted candies and a lamp. Next to the shelf underneath the huge glass window overlooking the work floor in the other room, there was a big bag of dog food and a few boxes of dog treats. In the corner there was a twin sized mattress with a few pillows. The bedding, a flimsy blanket and black sheets were covered in dog hair and a few blonde hairs.
He was living there!
I spun around to ask him if he was in fact living here when I noticed he was completely naked and leaning against the desk. My eyes fought to not look. His penis was rock hard and sticking straight up. He was still incredibly sweaty and a droplet fell to the floor from the tip of his nose as he looked down at his erection.
I was frozen in place.
He began to walk slowly toward me still looking at his dick. He put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me to him. His mouth was touching my forehead and his hardness was brushing against my thigh.
He raise my chin and looked at me in a way that I still cant describe, his deep blue eyes focused.
Then he kissed me. Softly. Passionately.
I pushed him away and tried my best to pretend that I was not afraid.
He stood there staring at me with a hurt look on his face as if I had just shot him. His handsome features much more mature than it looked at the funeral, but that same look of pain. A tear fell down his right cheek and absorbed into the peach fuzz facial hair.
Beebee whimpered and he knelt down to pet her as she stopped and looked up at him. He took one more look at me with that hurt face and turned to take her out into the main area.
I breathed a sigh of relief. The drawings were staring at me. The drawings of me popped out in contrast to the blue walls. There was one in particular that caught my eye.
It was a picture of me lying in my bed asleep. He actually made me look very handsome, almost angelic like. My brown hair which was longer at the time spilled over onto the pillow. The moonlight in the picture seemingly made me glow.
I was numb, what was going on here. Was Silas gay? Was he going to try to have his way with me? I looked around the room for anything I could use as a weapon.
There was another picture of Silas. At least I think it was him, and there were arms wrapped around him, one hand on his butt, and the other running through the hair on the back of his head.
"It's you.."
I jumped.
"It's you I'm holding. It's us."
The next thing I remember is him coming closer and kissing me again, more passionately than before. I was confused, and afraid but calm. Silas ran his fingers through my hair and held me close as he kissed me I felt myself harden. He must have too because his other hand slid back and forth over the crotch of my jeans.
Time blurred. Something in me broke and I kissed him back. I felt incredibly dizzy. I was not afraid anymore.
In what seemed like seconds my clothes were coming off. My heart was pounding like crazy. My dick was throbbing in unison with it.
We were leaning over the desk, we were slamming against the walls and then we were on the mattress.
"This is going to hurt Bumpy." He said. 'Bumpy' was my father's nickname for me I was a clumsy k**.
He hovered over me, his powerful arms holding him up as he bent over to kiss me on the neck. He lifted up onto his knees and grabbed his stiff cock. With one hand he raised my right leg and I felt him pressing against my anus. He rubbed his cock against my hole and pushed his way in.
The pressure was intense, and the pain was unbearable, but I did not want him to stop.
He was inside me. Moaning and pounding me as hard as he could, his hands pushing my thighs upward as he slid in and out.
Tears slid down into my ears, my eyes were tightly shut. I was sobbing in pain, and Silas was kissing my ankle. He came inside me, I could feel him pulsating in side me, and the warmth of being filled. He pulled out and leaned back on his hands. His muscular and slightly hairy chest heaving. Tears streaming from his eyes.
He quickly got up and wiped the blood and shit and his cum from his penis with a towel beside the bed. He stood up, covered in sweat and walked over to the shelf and grabbed a pouch of Capri Sun from the box and a bottle of Aleive and brought them to me.
I took 3 Aleive and drank the Capri Sun. I can't remember the flavor.
He lay down next to me, half hanging off the side of the mattress and kissed me on the side of my left eye. He whispered the words I'm sorry, sounding like he was about to cry.
I stared at him, looking at his deep blue eyes. I brought my lips to his face and kissed his face tenderly.
He smiled and began to slowly stroke my cock. He looked me in the eye the whole time. He stroked me faster and faster and spit on his hand a few times to moisten me as he jacked my cock. Seeing his pecs and his arm flexing as he stroked me was enough He kissed me as I came. I remember the vibration of my lips as I moaned into his mouth. He licked my dripping cock as I spurted. I bent into a crunch position ans watched my cock head shoot the last bursts of my young seed onto his tongue. He then engulfed my cock once more, to clean my shiny cum coated manhood.
We stayed there and he fed me spam out of the can and sour cream n' onion potato chips. I had more Capri Sun and Alieve as well.
He explained to me how he and his mom moving in with me and my dad was the best time of his life, and how he felt like he had a family. He also told me that he hated his mom for what she did, that she was a whore. I told him that I actually liked her and I missed her. He frowned in anger at me for saying that.
Then he told me that he loved me. He envied me. He wanted to be my guy. lol. This guy who could fuck any girl he wanted (and believe me he had) wanted to be with ME.
I told him that I didn't like boys. He smiled, and got up and started getting dressed.
"That means nothing to me, because I'm not a boy, I'm a MAN."
We both laughed. Looking at him, could not disagree.He looked kinder and less aggressive, as if a weight had
been lifted off his shoulders.
Later, he made me clean up his car seat and by the time it was starting to get dark we were headed back to town. We picked up the two hyenas (who giggled all the way home, and who were making out by the time we reached my house) and I found out that they were a 'couple' and had introduced Silas to fooling around with guys.
Later that week I asked Silas if he wanted to move back in with us and he said yes. He had been living in the warehouse for 4 months after a fist fight with his alcoholic uncle. And since he was 18, he was working for a local movie rental shop and was saving money to get an apartment. I asked my father if he could stay and told him the situation. He agreed to let him stay.
My father caught us having sex a few months later and simply told us to pipe down.
"I'm trying to sleep guys. Jeezus! And open a goddamned window in here. It smells like cock n' ass!"
My dad was the best dad, and he always handled our relationship with a sense of humor.
We did in fact open a window and tried not to make too much noise. Beebee didn't seem to mind the smell or the noise, she was sleeping soundly on the floor by the bed as we fucked.
It was very strange the first few weeks, but soon I had actually developed a hunger to have my ass fucked by his thick cock. Sucking cock also became my favorite thing to do. I made sure that it was messy. I loved the feel of slobber running down my chin and neck as he stretched my throat with his dick. I loved his sweaty balls brushing against my chin, and the ropes of spit that hung off his cock as he pulled out of my mouth. I tried to rim him, but I can't get used to it. I gag at the thought but I do it sometimes because he likes it. I can see why, it feels good when he eats my ass. I once let him use a turkey baster to fill my hole with strawberry yogurt. He ate it all as I pushed it out. We go through enemas like crazy in this house.
I graduated and went to college locally and my dad pulled some strings at work and got Silas hired.
We are now in our mid thirties and are still together.
He still bullies me, but in a good way.
In the bedroom.
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