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Ollie was used to Duncan picking on him. He didn’t mind it too much… Jimmy got the worst of it anyways, he wasn’t the main target. Ollie wished he could be more invisible, but a bully like Duncan could always sniff out when a kid was weak and vulnerable. It’s just how bullies were… no use in trying to change that.
He sighed and put his backpack on a rack, stopping slightly to look at the ragged old thing he’d had since he was little. He’d get a new one once it fell apart completely, he assured himself. He grabbed his gym clothes and walked into the locker room, mentally preparing himself to be berated by the coach for being a slowpoke once he got out in the field. At least it was nice weather today, he had appreciated the fresh breeze when he had walked to school.
He started to pull down his shorts when Duncan slammed the door open and stormed to a locker. Ollie just tried to ignore it, taking off his shorts and staring straight at the ground. But a loud clank of Duncan swinging the locker swinging open made Ollie snap his eyes back onto his bully. Duncan looked like he was on the verge of tears, he was out of breath and his fur was disheveled. Ollie felt a twinge of pity, as well as a growing curiosity of what could have lead such a tough guy to be so emotional.
“What the hell are you looking at?? Don’t make me beat your ass today!” Duncan snarled, catching that Ollie had been staring at him.
Ollie made a soft whine and stared at the ground again. He wanted to take his shirt off but… he was terrified of moving and accidentally upsetting Duncan. He tried to sneak a glance back to see if Duncan was watching him, but instead saw Duncan lifting his shirt off, now just in his boxers. He had a nice build, strong shoulders and a wide chest. Ollie slowly pulled off his own shirt, still keeping an eye on where Duncan was looking. Ollie was a tad jealous of Duncan’s physique, since he himself was incredibly scrawny and sucked at any sport he tried, while Duncan excelled. Ollie knew he didn’t eat enough, and couldn’t afford meat and protein that would allow him to grow the muscle mass that his bully had.
Unfortunately, Ollie had become lost in thought while staring directly at Duncan’s partially exposed body. Duncan glared down at the boy and strolled up until they were inches apart. They were only a year apart, but Duncan towered over Ollie, at least by half a foot.
“Are you fucking staring at me you faggot? I’ll kill you!” Duncan growled.
Ollie burst into tears and shook his head, looking around desperately for an escape. The other students had already changed and left the room, so there was no one around to scream for. They were all out having fun playing football or baseball, or whatever activity the coach had planned. Duncan gripped into Ollie’s thin arms, causing him to squeal.
“There’s no one here to save your sorry ass. I hate how little shits like you get handouts just cause you look pathetic. You just need to shut up and deal with it!“ Duncan’s face twisted and he threw Ollie to the ground. Ollie tried to catch himself, but his left hand making a sickening thud against the concrete. Ollie let out a bloodcurdling cry, and Duncan quickly knelt down and threw his hand over Ollie’s mouth, hitting the kid on the side until he shut up.
“You’re such a pussy! I’ll show you what my dad does when I whine like a bitch…” Duncan pulled down his boxers to show a limp dick. “Shit… I can’t do it like this… hey Ollie, I have something to shut you up, I’m sure you’ll love it, you gross fag!”
Before Ollie could scream again, his mouth was filled with Duncan’s dick. Duncan grabbed deep into the fur on Ollie’s head, forcing him to suck up and down along the bully’s cock. Ollie felt it slowly harden in his mouth, and he silently begged for it to stop before he choked on it. Duncan finally loosened his grip and pulled out his erect cock, letting Ollie cough and gasp for air.
Duncan sat back and pulled Ollie’s boxers off, mockingly cooing at the monkey’s tiny dick. He grabbed it and remarked, “Wow, I knew you’d have a baby dick, but this small? You’re pathetic dude, you’re basically a girl.” Duncan teasingly played with Ollie’s, causing him to cover his face with his right hand, red from shame.
He wanted to run so badly, but the pain from his hand was clouding his mind and making him drowsy. Besides, he could never talk about what was happening… he wanted to ignore it, but his body was beginning to pulse with excitement. He’d never dared to touch himself down there, and it felt so good… but it was humiliating that it was his enemy that was making him feel so nice.
Duncan released Ollie’s dick long before he could cum, and then positioned himself so that his dick was pointed towards Ollie’s anus. Ollie jerked away and shook his head, vaguely knowing that this was very wrong. Duncan grabbed his leg and dragged him back towards him, rubbing the tip around the edge of his hole. Ollie shuddered, knowing he was about to be violated. Duncan shoved it in, gasping, “Fuck man, you feel good…huff… you were so asking for this, I can feel your hole tightening around me.”
Duncan picked up the pace and Ollie whimpered in pain as his tight asshole was torn open to accommodate the fat cock inside it. Wild groans escaped from Duncan while he slammed into Ollie, gripping his sides. Ollie felt the cold floor brushing across his back, contrasting the forbidden warmth rising inside of him. His small dick uncontrollably rose towards the ceiling, letting out small streams of cum as his prostate was brushed against. Duncan grabbed deeper into Ollie and let out a moan as he ejaculated inside his victim. Duncan’s dick pulled out, covered in cum and blood, making a small puddle on the floor.
They were both breathing heavily, and Duncan slumped back and rested his head against the wall of lockers. Ollie sat up and tried to get up, but Duncan motioned for him to stay. They sat in silence for a minute, just the sound of their breathing and the slight hum of a fan filling the air. Ollie was surprised to hear a slight sound come from Duncan’s direction, and turned to see that he looked pained.
“Let’s not talk about it again, okay?”
“Duncan, my hand is broken. People are gonna ask.”
“Well, don’t tell them.”
Duncan suddenly sat up and threw Ollie’s clothes to him. Ollie looked up in surprise and began to put them back on, covering up his ass that was still dripping. Duncan changed into his clothes as well, his shirt getting stuck on his head for a moment.
Through his clothes, he said, “I didn’t want to do that, but you made me, got it? He pulled down his shirt and glared at Ollie.
Ollie looked away. “Yeah, my bad. I won’t do anything again.” He tried to hide the sarcasm in his voice, his hatred for the boy slipping out.
Duncan stalked closer and wrapped his hands around Ollie’s thin neck. “You piss me off. Next time I get a boner in class, it’s gonna be your job to fix it, got it? You’re gonna be my little homo I keep around, cause you’re useful. But don’t think I won’t kill you.”
Maybe it was the lack of oxygen to his brain, but Ollie’s stomach fluttered at the thought of Duncan spending time with him, alone. Duncan was so cruel to him, but at least he treated him like something other than a living charity case.
Duncan let go of Ollie and let him collapse and sputter on the ground. Duncan huffed and left to the field. Ollie rubbed at his neck in the empty locker room. He decided to get up and join him, just hoping no one noticed any of his injuries. “I hate you Duncan,” he whispered, biting back tears. His heart twisted, not knowing if that was true or not. He ignored the storm of emotions raging inside him as he put on the most casual facade he could, and rejoined his classmates.