The Bully

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Josh enjoyed being the school bully, even thrived in the role. I knew to avoid him at all costs. There were times in the hallway of the school where I would dart into an empty classroom if I saw him strolling towards me. Sometimes, I would go the long way around to my locker, cutting through the cafeteria, through the school courtyard and in through the back entrance. And most of the time, Josh just ignored me because I stayed out of his way. I didn’t know much about him, besides his reputation; except that he came from a rough childhood. It showed. He was not afraid to get a detention, or even suspension and to be honest, most teachers turned a blind eye to him. They feared him just as much as the students.

It was the friday and classes always ended early on fridays. I was looking forward to movies with friends, and playing video games for most of the weekend. I rushed to my locker, not wanting to be late for the school bus. I heard my name from behind me.

“Hey man, you need to get out of here!” Tyler who was completely out of breath urged from down the hall. He was jogging toward me as if finishing the end of a long marathon. I looked at him puzzled.

“What do you mean?”

“Dude… Josh”

“What about Josh?” I asked. Even more puzzled.

“He’s looking for you.”

“What do you mean lookin for me”

“I don’t know. I overheard a conversation. You need to…. Run”

The nerves in my stomach kicked into overdrive. Regardless of why Josh was looking for me, and if Tyler overheard correctly, I did not want to take my chances. I rushed to my locker in a panic. Trying to get my combination. I rushed to get the correct three numbers. Tyler kept running as he too feared Josh. “Damn” I said outloud as I was rushing so hard I entered my combination wrong. I tried again. ‘13….. 25…….4’ I turned the wheel of the lock again. Nothing. ‘Why wasn’t this working?’

Before I could answer a pair of arms grabbed my shoulders from behind. They turned me around and pushed me hard into the metal locker. Pain raced through my back. It was Josh and his two buddies, Brad and Kenny. Brad grabbed my left arm and bent it behind my back, threatening to break if if I tried to escape. Kenny grabbed my right arm and pushed it with his body weight against the locker. Josh punched my gut. I leaned forward, but the two friends kept me propped up. I tried to resist, but the three on one fight was a hopeless on. Josh punched me again in the gut, this time knocking the wind out of me.

“Bring him to the office… Hurry” Josh ordered. Of course the one time I was hoping to see a teacher in the hallway and none were to be found. It was like in the wild west, when two guys were about to go into a shootout. And all the people in the town would close up their shops and button the hatches and get the hell out of the area. It seemed like that happened in the hallway of the school. Teachers and students alike could sense danger, smell it in the air, and scrammed from the area. Josh began to walk down the hallway. I tried to resist, but the two guys had my arms in a complete lock behind my back.

Brad, using his free hand grabbed the crotch of my Khaki pants, taking hold of my testicles. “Dude, if you don’t stop resisting, I will break these” He gave them a good squeeze. And that was the first time in my life I was scared. Terrified. And I knew Brad meant it too. I stopped fighting and let them lead me to an office.

We stopped in front of Mrs. Harris’ office. She was the school superintendent and she was on leave for the week. ‘Why are we here at her office if she’s away?’ I thought to myself, before it hit me. Because she was away, the office was empty and no one would be stopping by, especially on a Friday. Josh opened the door, and flicked on the lights. Brad and Kenny pushed me into the office and closed the door behind them. Josh went to the corner of the room and went to an object that was covered in a large bed-sheet. The bottom of it was on wheels. He moved it to the center of the room and then removed the sheet. ‘What is that?’ I thought to myself.

“What is that for?” I asked inquisitively for two reasons, but primarily worried what pain it was going to cause me.

“You’ve never been on this before?” Josh asked.

I shook my head.

“It's a spanking horse.” He said, enjoying my reaction.

“You’re going to spank me?” I said amused. I actually couldn't take him seriously. I had never been spanked before, but seriously this tough guy, instead of beat me up, cut me with a knife, knee my abdomen and jump on my skull was going to spank me. Little did I know how much pain he really was going to inflict on me.

He smiled at me. He motioned to his buddies. They held me firmly in place. Josh pulled his pocket knife out and walked towards me. I resisted. Hard. I desperately wanted to escape. I shook as hard as I could. Kenny and Brad just held me firmly in place. The knife heading right for my gut. ‘He was going to gut me like a pig’ Josh grabbed my shirt and pulled it out and then used the knife to cut my shirt off. I screamed - a sissy scream. The knife made quick work of my Polo shirt which now lay in pieces on the ground. The knife headed south using it to remove the button from my pants. The button rolled on the ground and away from where I stood.

His used his knife to cut the elastic waistband of my pants. One slash on each side, from my pockets up. My pants fell to the ground demolished and in ruin. ‘Damn my nice pants’. He ripped the pants from around my ankles, pulling my shoes and socks with it. He cut the laces of my shoes and threw them into the corner. I stood there, in just my white briefs. While Josh cut my clothes to pieces, Brad, using his free hand, grabbed the back of my briefs and pulled them up. He pulled them high and hard. The waistband now half way up my back causing the most painful wedgie I had ever had. I could feel the briefs tug against my balls, the breath escaped me. I could feel pain soaring through my scrotum. Brad let go as Josh raised the knife back towards me and soon my briefs were cut and nothing more than rags.

Josh put the knife away and walked back to the spanking horse and rolled it closer to me. Brad and Kenny kept their hold on me. I was vulnerable. Both physically and mentally. Josh smiled, looking me over up and down, knowing that he was in complete control. The two boys holding me wrestled me onto the horse, tying down my arms and legs to the four legs of the wooden structure. I was now on all fours, butt high in the air and everything else on full display.

Josh picked up the rags which used to be my clothes and handed them to Brad. “Wait outside. Don’t let anyone in. And toss these in some garbage bin” Josh said to his two buddies as they turned around and left the office. I tried to break free from the restraints. No luck. Josh walked behind me and out of view for a second. I could her him open up a cabinet. I tried again with all my might to break free from the restraints. They didn’t budge an inch.

Josh walked into sight again, standing in front of me. He kneeled onto the floor, bringing our heads to the same level. He used his hand, grabbed my chin, and forced my eyes to meet his. With his free hand he raised a paddle, one he probably found in the cabinet and twirled it around in front of my eyes, teasing me with it.

“Why?” I asked. “What did I do to you?”

He smacked me with his bare hand across my face. Stars danced across my eye sight for a few moments. I regained my composer.

“Dude, that chick you asked out last week. She mine!” he said. Smacking me across my face again.

After a few seconds. “She is not. She’s single man.”

“Stay away from her.”

“Fuck that dude” I replied. Not thinking before I spoke. He was the one in the power position. I probably shouldn’t be provoking him.

“Fine. This is what you get messing with my girl” He said as he walked again out of sight, standing right next to my bare bum. I could hear the paddle being raised high into the office air. ‘Whoooosh - Whack’ The paddle, at full lightspeed, hit my left cheek. I gasped for air. My head screaming from the pain. I felt sick to my stomach. Before I could think too long about the pain, another stroked hit me on the right cheek. This time, I squealed. I tried my best to twist and turn and pull free, again no luck. I felt another stroke hit my bum, followed by another and another. Tears dropped from my eyes on to the ground. I felt close to passing out, close to vomiting all over the floor. Josh didn’t stop. He kept going. Right. Left. Right. Left. His stroked becoming faster, more intense.

After about twenty strokes he paused for a moment. I felt a finger meet my bare ass. Josh rubbed his finger against my left cheek.

“Damn dude. Your ass is on fire” He said in a cheer. Laughing at his work.

I lay there, motionless in silence.

Then Josh did an unthinkable act. He began poking, lightly, at my dangling testicles with the paddle. Teasing them. Letting me know how vulnerable they were. He wanted me to know how easy it would be to lay a hard stroke with the paddle to my balls.

“Dude… please… I will do anything” I begged in a whisper. “Please. Don’t hit my balls man. Please” I continued to beg.

With his bare hand, he grabbed my testicles and pulled them away from my body causing my whole body to tense and contract from the pain.

“You know she would laugh if she saw how small these were” he said giving my balls a good squeeze. I was 17 years old and ,like all boys, was a little worried about the size of my package.

“Like yours are any bigger” I replied. Again, forgetting the position I was in.

‘Whack’ The paddle landed across my bare bum. He continued to yank on my balls and began another barrage of paddle stroked to my butt. He stopped after about ten more strokes. He continued to squeeze my balls, making it hard to take a deep breath.

“So small” he continued to taunt me. “These are like the size of an 8 year olds” he began to laugh.

“Like yours are any bigger” I said again.

“Yea and look how small your dick is man.” Laughing harder.

“Yea, well I am a grower. You’re probably just as small” I said trying to be defensive and feeling embarrassed.

“Twice as big” He said, lowering his voice . Trying to be macho man. Josh was also 17.

“Prove it” I said.

He let go of my balls for the first time in minutes. He walked over towards me. Now, I didn’t think he was going to actually lower his pants and show me his stuff. I was just trying to get under his skin, mess with his head abit. I was astonished when he began unzipping his pants. He pulled his balls through the fly of his pants, keeping his penis out of view. His balls now dangled through his pants and about 2 feet away from my face. I couldn’t believe it. Josh’s balls really were huge . He was hung like a bull. After a few seconds, he tucked them back into his shorts.

“That’s what real men’s balls look like” He smiled. I couldn’t believe it. I felt shame, I felt small, I felt exposed and I hated it. Josh walked away, heading towards the office door and opened it. I felt a sigh of relief. My beating was over. Josh got me good. My ass was on fire. My pride was gone.

“Is it all set?” I heard Brad ask from the hall.

“Yup” Josh replied.

Brad stood in front of me now as I still lay across the spanking horse.

“So. You’re not going to mess with Josh anymore are you?” He asked.

“No” I replied. “I will never bother him again”

“ Good” Brad said.

“You going to untie me know?” I asked.

He smiled and shook his head.

“Dude let me go. I learned my lesson.” I begged.

“Naw man. I’m going to beat you up a bit” He said.

“What?” not believing what I was hearing.

“Beat you up nice” he replied. “Your whole body will soon be as red as your ass”

“No.. please. I will do anything” I cried.

Brad picked up the paddle and walked back towards me.

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