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She’d made me strip even though I really wasn’t comfortable with it. Especially not in front of these assholes. But my girlfriend had been working me up to this moment. “We’ll fuck so hard right in front of those jerks that were so mean to you and they’ll have to respect a guy who can get such a hot piece of ass. Only top dog can have me, right?” I couldn’t exactly tell her no after that. It would be an insult.

So it was a big surprise when she walked into the hot-tub with them and left me high and dry. “Sorry, but I see some top dogs, babe. You agreed top dog gets this ass, right?” I just nodded, shocked. “So if you’re not top dog, you must be a bitch?” Again I nodded, confused. “Good. So cover that pathetic ‘manhood’ and serve us like a bitch should.”

I put on her bikini in a daze while they all laughed and catcalled. I’d wondered why she’d made me shave my body and wear my long hair down, but now it felt so right.

By the end of the evening we were together again, being fucked from behind on a large bed. “I’m so proud of you, babe! You could never see that this is where you belong. This is you. You belong to real men, just like I do.”

“Oh…gosh. I mean, I couldn’t believe your parents would even suggest something so crazy.”

“Yeah, they’re real old fashioned. It’s like this weird old Mormon-esque family tradition. I am so not about it.”

“Um…so I only went along because you told them right before that you thought I was ‘the one’.“

“Haha! I can’t believe you fell for that! Sorry, that’s mean. That was just for my parents’ benefit, though. Otherwise they would have run you off and I’d be back to square one.”

“Oh. That makes sense. I guess. So you don’t, like… even a little…like…love me?”

“Ha ha ha ha ha! OMG. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I just can’t believe you are so pathetic. You are just so not my type, you know? My real boyfriend doesn’t care if I love him. He just fucking owns me, y’know? It feels so good. So right. Kind of how I own you, actually.”

“R-right.”

“But he also fucks me, which is a pretty big difference, I guess. And he’d certainly never let some old biddy put him in a cock cage just because I said he was ‘the one’. He tells me he’s the one when he ravages my puss. Well, he just calls me ‘his bitch’ but same diff. God, he’d probably bend my own mom over the counter if she tried to out that on him, and just pound her ‘til she called him Daddy. Hmm, might be worth it just to see…nah. That’s too weird even for me.”

“So, uh, you want me to just remain in this chastity cage I don’t have the key for indefinitely and just-”

“You are so sweet! You get it exactly. Thanks, babe.”

*cheek kiss*

“And you…don’t want to date me.”

“I’m so glad you understand.”

“…but but, you’ll need me for family events right?”

“Oh my god! Are you actually excited about that?! I thought I’d have to threaten or bribe you for that part.”

“Well, it’ll kinda be like a date. I’ll get to see you. I still lov-, um, like you.”

“I really do know how to pick them. You are more pathetic than I could have imagined. My parents castrate you, I tell you our whole relationship was a lie, and still you adore me like a stupid puppy.”

“Oh, I mean, I guess I just-”

“Shut up you stupid bitch!” *SLAP!* “You just won the fucking loser lottery. I’m going to use you like you were made to be used. I’m going to totally ignore you for months and then parade you around my parents and act all sweet. I’ll post cute couple selfies of us on Facebook. I’ll even let you put your arm around me and kiss my cheek. And for every photo, my real boyfriend is going to pound your ass. He gets real jealous.”

*whimper*

“Don’t be scared little bitch- wait, grab my ass! Come on, I saw you eyeing my exposed cheeks. Quick, he’s coming this way! Yes, him, my real boyfriend. I want to see your first beating. Shh, shh, you can cry, just touch it! I know it’s scary but you’ll come to accept your place.”

It was tradition in your family that all the men wrestled after a wedding to show the women they were strong. It was dumb and you hated it. The groom always won anyway, it seemed. It was just a big, backward, patriarchal pantomime. You tried to forbid it. But somehow your father overruled you. He kept warning you to train, but you were ignoring the whole thing.

So you were surprised when it felt all too real this time. They weren’t pulling punches. Your own father knocked the wind out of you. Your own best man, your brother, got you in a sleeper hold. You blacked out and knew no more.

Your wife had watched the whole thing with lurid fascination. She was scared when you went down but quickly came back around after her new brother in law verified you were fine, just unconscious and bruised. The women in the crowd began clinking glasses with silverware. You wife was confused but approached her fallen husband to give the kiss they seemed to be demanding. Your mother stopped her and whispered in her ear. It was proper, she told your wife, for the bride to kiss the victor. She blushed and turned toward your brother. She closed her eyes and leaned in for a kiss. He grabbed her and pulled her in close, kissing your wife deeply. Her eyes burst open and the crowd went wild with applause and clinking. She began kissing him back, running her hands through his hair. He dipped her, his tongue invading her mouth at the same time. That went on for a few magic second before he pulled your virginal wife back up and broke the kiss. They stayed in each other’s arms for a while, though, breathing heavily and staring deep into the other’s eyes.

Your brother helped carry you to the bridal suite. He laid you out. You’d be unconscious for a while yet.Then he went to go check on your bride.

sph-cuck:

My sister knew I had a small cock because my girlfriend never missed an opportunity to drop it into conversation. Phrases like “that’s not the only thing thats small” with a glance to me were all too common at family dinners. Eventually my sister had told me to consider if I was really satisfying my GF, because as a girl “she understands”.

However, I never expected to get this snap from my bully at work. I knew my GF had eyed him up the few times we went for drinks together after work but I never thought it would lead to this. I guess I’ll just have to accept my GF and my sister sharing his bigger, thicker cock. After all, he’s set to become my boss.

These things happen.

Winter googled around and decided to start with Chaturbate and MyFreeCams. She had no idea what she was doing but she just had to get their attention. Ever since your girlfriend had gone out drinking with you and your coworkers that one time it had been her holy mission. Winter had watched as Chuck and Ozzy strode over, called you a sissy for drinking a margarita, and commented on your girlfriend’s ‘hot tits’ without you doing anything. She’d been so humiliated and angry. Then Ozzy picked up the margarita and poured it directly into your lap. You yelped and ran for the bathroom. They laughed and mocked your bravery and manliness. Winter’s face burned, beet red, she was sure. “If you need a real man, I have an 8 inch friend I’d like to introduce you to, hot tits,” growled Ozzy, leaning down close to Winter. She suddenly realized her panties were soaked. She tried to speak but only a strangled sound came out and she glared into her lap in humiliation. The bullies guffawed harder, walking back to their table in triumph. She was just a joke to them, Winter realized in disappointment (and then shame at her disappointment).

You returned to the table with a big, slightly reddish, spot on your pants. “Sorry about those assholes. They’re the ones who have nothing better to do at work than pick on me. So immature.”

“You…you didn’t even try to stop them,” she blurted out with meek fury.

“Ah, well, there’s no point, really,” you replied sheepishly, scratching the back of your head. “Besides, you saw them, they’d totally kick my ass if I tried to fight them.”

“They…they called me ‘hot tits.’ Right in front of you.”

“Heh, well they’re not wrong…I’m sorry. That’s just what they’re like. They’re gross dudes. Nothing I say will change them now.”

“Well someone has to try,” Winter said, standing up and walking over to their side of the bar.

“Stop, you’ll just make it worse if you chastise them,” you called after her.

Was that what she was doing? Going to yell at them? That’s probably what she would have said but Winter knew on some level she just wanted their attention again.

She found them in a group of male work buddies, telling jokes and carrying on. They were playing pool, making silly bets. Ozzy and Chuck were clearly the center of the social group. Winter tried to break into the conversation, to get their attention. But she was shy, unsure what to do, and was totally ignored. It was like, to them, she wasn’t even there. This only stoked the flames of Winter’s shame and desire.

She went to the bar to get a new drink and walked back over. As she stood on the edges awkwardly sipping her martini, Winter caught that they were now talking about a ‘cam girl’ website. She barely knew what that was. Like group Skype with stripping? Chuck was goading Ozzie for being too into it, saying that the girls were hot, but it was pointless. Oz doubled down, boasting that he was halfway to getting his dream cam girl to visit him and cheat on her boyfriend. Winter bit her lip at that thought. Chuck called bullshit. After some banter, Chuck had bet that he could bang a cam girl in real life before Ozzie ever could. They shook on it.

So now Winter was setting up two cam accounts. She’d spent a few hours reading up and watching some streams. She’d even made friends with a gothic lolita cam girl and gotten some tips. She needed a better webcam, but her mission was only to get Ozzie and Chuck’s attention, not to become a professional. To feed into the bet, she publicly listed where she lived and even signed up as the username ‘Detroit Cheater Slut’.

While you worked 12 hour shifts at the factory, your girlfriend put in long hours perfecting her new craft. She ran an Etsy store and was used to making YouTube craft tutorials, but this was still terrifying. She didn’t show her face. She didn’t even speak at first. Her username attracted cuckold fetishists. They role-played with her in chat, either as cucks or bulls. This made Winter so fucking wet. After the first few times she had orgasms on camera, involuntarily screaming about betraying you, Winter loosened up about not speaking. Soon she had a loyal little following. Alphas and betas alike bought her equipment off her Amazon wish list and some even sent her paypal tips to buy faster internet access.

You asked Winter what she was doing with all the gear. She said she had a Twitch stream. You had to badger her a few days, but eventually she let you see the channel (it took her that long to scramble to set up ‘Summer Gamegrrl’ and tell her fans to stop by to make it look real). You were surprised at how rude and obscene her viewers were. She was just a girl playing Stardew Valley, but they were were really into sexually harassing her, asking ‘Summer’ to flash her boobs. And begging her to cheat on her in game boyfriend. If you wandered into the room while she was streaming, chat would fill with ‘CUCK BOY ALERT!’ and “Cage that Sissy’.

“Why are they like that? How can you stand it?” you asked her one night.

“Oh that’s just what boys on the internet are like. Don’t take it to heart, my darling cuck boy, haha!”

“But…you don’t even try to defend yourself…or me.”

“They’re gross boys, honey. Nothing I can say will change them now. You showed me that with Chuck and Oz.”

“It’s just…do you have to show your tits off like that? I mean you have a webcam view but you don’t show your face, just your chest, and you wear such low cut tops…”

“Honey, it’s called click bait. Are you saying you’d prefer I show my pretty face to all those nasty boys?”

“No, but this seems worse. I mean…it might be better if you did.”

Later you’d tell her you meant she should show only her face and not put on a cleavage show. Instead she’d done both. Winter just shrugged and said there was no going back now, after they’d ‘already signed up for the girls’.

A couple months later Winter was on LiveJasmine too and she had a paid SnapChat feed. She even started a Tumblr. She was a very busy girl, especially after she’d done a big event to finally reveal her face to the world. She’d hoped if Chuck and Ozzie were out there the’d recognize her and reach out. No such luck. In an act of desperation, she signed up for MyFetishLIVE and added gags and piss play to her repertoire. Maybe they were real dirty boys? Still no luck.

She was scared of being found out, but getting eager. Winter started telling a few of her supposedly local devotees on private chat about her mission. The cucks found it hot and vowed to help. The bulls were impressed that she was the real deal but wanted to know what they’d get out of it. She promised to fuck the one who found Ozzie or Chuck for her. After she’d fucked them and fulfilled her dream. Winter had realized a few weeks ago that she wouldn’t be able to stop with just those two bullies anyway. This was all way too hot. But she wanted to have them first. She owed that to herself, and to them.

In the end, one bull found Ozzie and one cuck found Chuck. Each was directed to Winter’s cam show on a different network. Oz was especially into her schtick and started trying to get her to meet IRL. He totally didn’t recognize her. Chuck totally did recognize her. Winter imagined he felt like he’d won the lottery. He began negging her and her boyfriend. He wanted to show her what a ‘real man’ was soon.

Winter determined the bet was ongoing. She wanted her wet dream duo together, so she arranged to meet up with them both in the same place at the same time. They were confused to see each other and were having a heated discussion as Winter walked up. “Oh don’t fight over me, boys. I can’t bear to think of my two biggest fans at each other’s throats. You see, I need you both to cuckold my sweet sissy boyfriend, together. Can you do that, for me?”

They weren’t excited about an MMF threesome, but Winter explained how she knew Chuck desperately wanted to deep-throat her and Ozzie was obsessed with taking her virgin ass. They could spit-roast her without even touching.

Back home, your girlfriend turned on her stream and announced the start of her real-life hotwife odyssey. Her viewers went wild. They’d never seen anyone else with their precious Detroit Cheater Slut. Chuck was a little awkward about it at first, but he grew excited when Winter took her top off and sank to her knees. Ozzie was a natural and began talking up how he would ravage her unsullied sphincter. Winter wiggled in anticipation, leaning over to present her ass. Ozzie pulled off her panties, and spit on her ass for lube. Your girlfriend shivered at the humiliation, even as Chuck forced himself into her throat. She’d never taken you like that. Soon she was truly spit-roasted as Oz slammed his big cock roughly into her virginal behind. She involuntarily cried out in pain and the contractions of her stuffed throat gave your bully’s cock great pleasure. “Pound that bitch, Oz, that felt amazing.” Ozzie eagerly complied, fucking Winter hard and spanking her ass. Chuck loosened up a bit and started talking shit against Winter and her ‘pathetic sissy boy’. He grabbed her by the hair and face fucked winter more aggressively. It was everything she’d dreamed of and so much more.

After they each came, Winter did a little Q&A with the audience. Your bullies got into it, too. Yes, this was real. Yes, cucking her boyfriend felt amazing. Yes, they’d love to do it again. While talking, Ozzie scooped some semen leaking from Winter’s ass and fed it to her. She swallowed it eagerly.

As soon as they each got hard again, Winter let them titty fuck her, slap her around a bit, and even piss on her. Turns out Chuck was into that. At one point they took her ass and pussy at the same time. They were a team now and didn’t mind being close. She told them how much better they were than her boyfriend, coaxing them to fill her holes and lay their claim to her. They both came at once then.

You still don’t understand your girlfriend’s hobby. It’s really desensitized her to the misogyny she railed against only a few months ago. Now when your coworkers organize a bar night, she’ll play pool with your two most hated bullies and get real buddy buddy. “If you can’t beat them, join them, cuck,” said Winter, giggling. It was worse next month when Chuck hosted at his home. Sure, he had a pool and a barbecue, but he also had the privacy for strip poker. You could swear Winter was losing on purpose somehow. And where did she learn to strip like that? And how did she expect to keep playing after she’d already lost all her clothes?

For SnapsFromYourBully, with love:

It was all your fault, of course. Not just for being an inferior suitor, but also for actively helping him out.

Stacy had never really liked Chad. He was loud and crude. Stacy was more into sensitive musicians and writers. Such as your friend Kit, whom she used to date. That was a year ago. They’d met on a poetry forum. Stacy was the perfect woman, as far as you were concerned. She was beautiful, of course, and smart and funny. Plus she had the exact style sense that drove you wild. She dyed her brunette hair jet black, wore black lipstick, black nail polish, and black…everything. She wore safety pins as jewelry. Not just on her clothes, but in her body. She’d pierce herself with them. One time she came to school with a safety pin through her septum. You fucking melted for this hot weirdo. And you decided it had been long enough that Kit couldn’t cry foul. You had to act.

For his part, Chad wasn’t crazy about Stacy, either. He mocked and bullied her almost as much as he did you. You decided to kill two birds with one stone: finally stand up to Chad and make a good impression on your dream girl. He’d beat you up in grade school, but you figured his aura of fear was mostly reputation by now. You all needed to stop giving him power over you. So the next time you saw him be mean to Stacy, you were determined to intervene.

It didn’t take long. He came across your AP Lit class letting out and bumped Stacy into the lockers, causing her to drop her books. She just kneeled down and started to gather them awkwardly. Everyone’s tactic by now was to not escalate with the bully.

“Sorry Emily the Strange, guess I just thought you were a ghost and would pass through me! Ooooh!” He laughed uproariously. Chad loved himself; you had to give him that.

“At least be original, you moron! Knocking nerds into lockers is surely a little derivative even for someone as boring and dimwitted as you, Chad.” Some other kids nearby laughed nervously. You thought you maybe sounded cool, but you were also shaking. You extended a hand to Stacy who had gathered her books. She accepted your help standing. The touch felt electric. Hopefully she didn’t notice the shaking. “Get a fucking hobby or something to occupy that single brain cell in your head. Maybe then you’ll have something to identify with other than being a caricature of a high school bully.”

“Oh wow, you’ve pierced my very essence, Anders. I will reform my ways and never darken your doorstep again. Goodbye fair freaks, you have taught me so much.” He turned and walked away. Wow. That was…easy?

“Just kidding! I pick on others because it’s fun and you can’t stop me. Remember that.” *WHAM!*

You awoke in the nurse’s office with Stacy and the nurse standing over you, looking concerned.

“Thank Baphomet!” Stacy gasped.

“Thank god I don’t have to file a police report,” said the nurse. “Uhh, I mean you can of course, but seeing as that little prick is the son of the sheriff, I don’t see it going far. Sorry, hon. Glad you’re okay.”

Stacy offered to walk you home. The nurse said someone should stay with you and make sure you didn’t fall asleep until at least 11PM. Your Dad wouldn’t be home til late, so she offered to stay up with you. Wow, this was perfect! Well, it hurt too much to be perfect, but still!

You didn’t bang her that night. This wasn’t a movie, and your head was very fuzzy. But you spent a lot of time getting to know Stacy. What she liked, what she didn’t. She really hated Chad now. She’d mostly ignored his stereotypical villainy before, she said. Now she couldn’t stop going on about all the things she despised about him. Good.

The next day you were stopped on your way home, but not by Stacy. She had Steampunk Club. It was Chad.

“So Anders, thanks for not ratting me out. Not that it matters much. My father thinks a real man should take and do what he wants. A real Ayn Rand fan, that one. It has its benefits” Great.

“Ugh, what do you want. You win. I admit you are the superior man. Leave me alone, okay?”

“Oooh, I do get a little half chub when you call me the superior man. Do you want to get on your knees before me? No? Maybe later… Actually I wanted to talk about another prostrate vision. I’d never thought of Stacy this way before, but you know when she knelt down to pick up her books yesterday, I could see her whole ass sticking out of that little goth school girl skirt she wears. No panties, neither. I swear. She really is a freak, but in a more fun way than I imagined. You didn’t even stop to appreciate the sight. Tsk tsk. Too busy trying to impress her by acting the hero.”

You didn’t know what to say. Was this even true? Now that you thought about it, she had gasped a little when sitting down on the cool kitchen tiles next to you last night.

“In any case, I spent some time today asking around about my new obsession. She doesn’t have a boyfriend and she hasn’t for a while, not since she dated one of you weak-boys: your own best friend Kit Ferris. To think, making moves on your own best friend’s ex. Such a naughty boy.”

“I wasn’t-”

“Please, you so were. But what matters is that not only have you infringed upon the bro code, but you have also hurt my feelings. Oh yes, I am wounded deeper in my soul than the mere punches I placed upon your body. So, I am going to let you make it up to us both by helping me court Stacy.”

“Ummm, no? You can just beat me up after all. I’m not playing your Cyrano de Bergerac for anything.”

“Sorry Wishbone, but it’s not a choice. I can certainly beat you up first, but you’ll help me even if I have to break your legs and keep you chained up in my basement until you comply.”

“Ugh, fine-”

*WHAM!*

“-owww, what the fucking hell?”

“Oh I thought you meant you were fine with me beating you up and chaining you in my basement?”

“No, I was agreeing to help you, you maniac. Jesus. What do you even want?”

“Sorry. Was just looking forward to torturing you a bit more. Maybe you could just resist a little? No? Okay, fine. So I learned that Kit is a pretty good poet and Stacy liked that. But I don’t know iambic pentameter from a haiku so I figured a lit dork like you could help me write some bitchin’ sex poetry.”

“I…how have you even heard of a haiku? Anyway, I’m not that into poetry.”

“Well you’ll up your game or else I’ll hit you with a sack of oranges until you pee yourself.”

“That’s…a specific and weird threat. …But effective! Fine, I don’t think ‘sex poetry’ from a bully will win Stacy over anyway so I guess I’ll help.”

“That’s my little jack russell terrier!” exclaimed Chad, giving you a noogie.

Four weeks later you’d helped Chad compose half a dozen very lewd and disgusting poems he’d slip into Stacy’s locker, her bag, …her waistband. At first she was confused and horrified. Later she was just angry. She complained to you each time about what the “vile prick” had done now, reciting lines with dramatic disgust. She always knew them by heart. You noticed she read each composition over closely several times before crumpling it up in a rage.

“What a monster! Rrrrrrrrr!

…Still, the bastard does know how to construct verse. At first I thought A-B A-B doggerel fap fantasies were all I’d get, but now he’s done haikus about my ass, an elegy for my hymen, limericks about titty fucking, and an epic poem spanning several orgies wherein I am gang-banged by the whole soccer team and then housebroken as his ‘puppy bitch’. Not sure what that means exactly…”

“Best not to think on it,” you offered meekly, feeling horribly guilty.

“Ugh! But I can’t stop thinking about it! Why does he have to expend so much energy fucking with me? Why does he hate me so much, anyway?”

“He’s a bully…”

“We’re friends, right Anders? I can tell you something real? Like something I would tell a girl? A girl who is a close friend?”

“…sure…”

“I preferred when he teased me like a third grader rather than like a man. I’m sure he just thinks I’m a sensitive little underclass baby. That I’ll be mortified, angry, sad. That I’ll run away in shame. But the only shame is that I’m all hot and bothered over some immature boy who just wants to watch me cry! I’m so horny, Anders! I soak my panties every time he rudely forces his hand into my cleavage to deposit a stanza about jizzing on my face!

Rrrr! If any sincere guy wrote me this many poems I would have fucked him already. Where’s the justice? Why should my absolute perfect seduction be executed by cruel chance by some dolt who couldn’t care less?!”

“I’m so sorry…” You really were. In multiple ways.

“Thanks, Anders. I’m so glad you’re my friend now. I needed to vent to someone. Sorry if this is weird for you. I know you’re gay and- but Chad totally knocked you out! I…it makes sense if you hate him. You should…but…do you think he’s hot, too?”

Gay?! You weren’t- Where did she get that idea?… “I mean…I guess he’s cute. And he’s got that slim but buff soccer bod.” Why the hell did you say that?!!!

“I know, right?! I despise him and I also want him to rape a fucking baby into me while I call him ‘Daddy’. Hormones aren’t fair.”

“Heh, heh…yeah, he’s my least favorite human and yet…I also want to suck every meal exclusively from his virile cock.” What?!!!!

“Jesus! I’m so happy you understand. Okay, so I’m initiating ‘Operation Dirty Daddy.’ I need you to find out for me what sort of girls he really likes. What sort of woman drives him wild. What does she look like, what does she act like? Can you do that?”

You just nodded, filled with shame and confusion.

“Um, so Stacy wants to know what kinds of girl you like.”

“Really!?”

“…yeah.”

“That slut wants me?!”

“Maybe she just wants to humiliate you. She didn’t say. So, what should I tell her?”

“Fucking…her, obviously.”

“Yeah, but only because she doesn’t wear panties and you think she’s a slut you can bang. What do you normally look for?”

“Kinda the opposite? Like blonde girls who dress sexy and don’t let you know how smart they are? The kind who get drunk at parties and blow you. Stacy’s my first real challenge, I guess. Goddamn, let’s wag another tail, Wishbone.”

*ruff*

“You’re so cute, Anders. Good boy! Now blow me already you little puppy slut.”

*whimper*

“C’mon, that girl is never going to un-friendzone you. You’ve been helping me seduce her for weeks. Just fucking admit you need straight alpha cock in your throat to show you where you belong.”

You crawled over to where he was sitting on the edge of his bed. He only let you sit on the floor.

*whimper*

“Good little femme freak boy.” *zip* “Now take my cock in your slut mouth. Mmmm, yes, finally…good boy.” *Slap!* “You like being a bitch. This is your place.”

Fuck! How could it all be so true?

The Monday after you reported back to Stacy, she showed up to school with bleached blonde hair, pink lipstick, mascara, a short blue skirt, and a pink crop top that read in glittery letters ‘Squeeze Me’.

“Thanks for the tips, Anders! If this doesn’t get his earnest attention, nothing will. And I’ve got something even sluttier underneath.”

“I had to work hard for that info, Stacy. My esophagus wishes you well.”

“Fuck! That makes me wet and jealous. Maybe he’ll bang us together some day.”

Moments later, Chad walked up to Stacy and demanded, “say ‘ahhh’ bitch!” She eagerly complied. Chad stuck a folded note into her goddamn mouth! This one was blank verse about impregnating her. She read it thoroughly, blushing. That lunch period she sauntered over to him and sat brazenly on his lap. She needed him. A teacher made them separate, but not before she ground her bare pussy into his bulge.

After classes you saw Chad lead Stacy away by the hand to his car. You stayed up late into the night, stroking yourself and imagining all the nasty things she was into now. You tried to imagine her calling you Daddy, telling you to fuck her ass. But somehow you always ended up thinking about her pleasing your Bully’s magnificent cock as you came…

Callie was so angry. Angry that Jordan just got away with treating everyone like trash. Angry that you let him do it. If no one was going to stand up to a bully, then she would.

“Please, honey, just forget about it. You know how he is. He acts real nice to everyone’s face, he lulls you into a false security, then he tricks you, and later you’re left wondering how the hell he got the better of you. I still don’t understand how he got me to bet my car against him in a game of Flipside. I don’t even think that’s a real card game! But he sure as hell drives around in my Tesla now!”

“Someone has to stop him! And since everyone else is too sissy, I guess it will have to be me”

She stormed off to another one of his stupid parties. Callie wore fancy underwear, a sexy low-cut top and a short skirt. It was an unfortunate necessity. Jordan’s parties were disgustingly popular and he let his gross friends be bouncers. They only let in their male friends and guys whose girls they thought they could fuck. For solo girls…if they didn’t like you or your outfit, they might ask you to flash them and decide if your lingerie was more worthwhile. Callie was ashamed to admit she had done so gleefully, before, when she was more naive and didn’t know what garbage they all were.

This time she showed up alone, full of fire, and Zeek let her in with an approving nod. He did slap her ass as she passed, calling out “Hot one coming through!” Pig. Callie had a few drinks for bravery. Sealed beers, just in case. Then she marched up to Jordan, who had a girl on each side of him, snuggling up.

“Womanizer! Trickster! Immoral monster! I challenge you! I will beat you and shame you. As reward, I want you to leave this town!”

“Whoa, hello to you too, Calliope. How’s your embarrassment of a boyfriend? Does he still have that ass tattoo – ‘Jordy’s Bitch’ – I tricked him into getting from the tattoo artist I bribed? Hmm? Well, that’s neither here nor there. You know I can’t resist a game. You got me there. What do I get if I win?”

“You won’t. I am your better.”

“Fair. But then why should I play?”

“Name your price, Jordy. It doesn’t matter.”

“Well, you want me out. Sooo, I guess…I want you in. You’ll move into my humble abode here.”

“What?” Calliope was confused. She was pretty sure Jordan and she had established they hated each other a while ago. He had called her the c-word, she had never forgiven him, and had finally seen his true evil nature. He was a user and abuser. She’d been working to discredit him ever since and he’d been none too pleased. Especially that time she nearly got him kicked out of school.

“There’s a spare room. No worries about impropriety. It’s been open for a few weeks. I need a tenant, is all. You will sign the year lease and move in.”

“That’s weird…but I guess, okay?”

“Shake on it?”

She did.

“I won’t lose,” Callie declared, “I have the perfect game.”

“Oh? But you challenged me.”

“Exactly. I want you gone.”

“You don’t understand. The challenger challenges. They state what they want, what they are willing to wager for. The challenged then picks the weapon, the game, if you will. Right?”

Everyone nodded and agreed. Even people Callie knew were on her side. She was horrified.

“But…no…so…what game did you?”

“Nothing too bad. We go out into my backyard and play Hide and Seek-”

“Ha! I was always the best at that!”

“Let me finish. Hide and Seek, with a twist. We are adults, after all. We need something to make it interesting.”

“Oh.”

“I call it Strip Hide and Seek. It’s simple. You go and hide. For every minute that my friends and I can’t find you, you remove a piece of clothing.”

“What?!”

“Shhh, my pet. Every minute you get to remove an article of clothing hiding that wonderful body of yours. And! You must take a selfie on the minute as proof, and send it to my party Slack chatroom. The hunters won’t look, scout’s honor. But everyone else here will know. If you get naked before we can find you, you win. You are free to go and I will honor my side of the deal and leave town.

Those photos will be my last sweet reminder of you.

But if I win, you move in tonight. And I promise you…I won’t stop trying to see more of your body. I will tell your pathetic boyfriend of my intentions and I will dedicate every day to winning your lusts and fucking you.”

Calliope blushed. Honestly, she’d had a crush on Jordan before the big fight. She had no idea he had ever been interested in her, let alone now after she’d spent so much time trying to ruin him.

No! She shook her head. He was vile and she needed to focus on getting him gone. She could still win. The woods behind his house were vast.

“Ughh! You are so gross! Fine. I don’t have much choice. Let’s do it.”

They all went out back. Jordan and a couple friends turned around and counted to 100. Everyone else made sure they were logged into the Slack chat. Sure enough, before they were done counting, a photo was posted of Callie. She was looking smug in the hollow of a big tree, her shirt removed. Then the hunters were released.

Callie was in fact very good at hiding, but sadly she couldn’t have know Jordan had an elaborate security camera array. He and his buds were able to locate her quickly and take some nice video of her darting about and stripping. They made sure to make loud noises in the wrong places, and were rewarded with progressively sexier and confident posing from Calliope.

She was a little disappointed, really, that it felt so easy. A not so distant part of Callie wanted Jordan to take her. To claim her and shame her. But she pushed those feelings down and basked in the glow of her impending victory. She wanted to make these photos good. She wanted them to be what he fapped to in some distant place, as he ruminated on how she beat him at his own game.

Just as Callie was about to remove her panties and snap a last photo, Jordan stepped out from behind a tree and grabbed her.

“Shhh, my pet. Shh, shh. You did well, but you lost. You are mine now. And that’s what you really wanted, right? To be my loser? To be my bitchy little roommate with the fiery attitude, who I eventually break and turn into my slut. Who I make cuckold her sissy boyfriend, letting him know he lost completely to a man he hates. A man you yourself despise. Mmm, yes, I can feel you trembling. Let’s go back to the house, your new home. No, no, I don’t think you get your clothes back tonight. They’ve all seen your shameless display already anyway. Oh! But let’s take one more selfie, together, so they know where you’ll be spending your nights now.”

*snap*

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(via Chris Searl – Sophie Strobele)

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You were annoyed your neighbor wouldn’t stop badgering your girlfriend to get into the pool with him. You didn’t know how to swim and Jules had sweetly promised she’d stay on the sidelines with you in solidarity. But Alex had been relentless, begging and teasing. “Don’t let your your your little scaredy cat boy keep you from a good time.” Ugh.

“Just go in for a bit and he’ll let it go,” you whispered.

“Tell Alex to fuck off and he’ll let it go,” she retorted.

“Heh, come on, it’s just Alex. He’s always like this.”

“Yeah and someone needs to stand up to him!” she breathed, irritated.

“Yeah…it just he’s, kinda scary, you know? Plus, I’m new in town and I think he can help me make friends…” you trailed off, awkwardly.

“Your hot girlfriend isn’t good enough for that?!” she spat, getting up off your lap. “Alright, Alex baby! I am growing tired of this scaredy cat. Show me a good time!” She dove into the pool, still wearing her shorts and tshirt. Oh gosh, she really seemed mad.

Alex didn’t need to be told twice; he cannon-balled in right beside her as she surfaced. She shrieked and laughed, splashing water into his face. They fooled around, shouting and splashing like kids for a few minutes. At one point Alex just grabbed her waist and hurled her fully into the air. The eruption from her landing even hit you.

As she wiped her face and spit out water, you could tell her shirt had floated up a bit, seemingly showing off her belly. She made no attempt to adjust it. At least she hadn’t brought a swimsuit she could show off! Alex had floated away and now made a long lap back underwater to Jules. Was he…checking her out?

“Nice form you’ve got down there,” he said smugly. Jules blushed. “She looks real good, bud!” Alex called to you. Thanks? Then Alex asked your girlfriend, “You want me to show you what a real man can do?”

“Yeah sure, someone has to” she replied, glaring over at you. Fuck, what the hell was going on? He dove under the surface..and didn’t come up. Jules looked nervous. Where was he? He’d been down too long. They were too close to the edge to see where he’d gone. Then Jules gasped. But he didn’t appear? Instead her contorted face stayed that way for moments, as she reached out a hand to the pool’s lip, gripping tight and closing her eyes. She let out another tiny strangled sound and bit her lip hard.

Then Alex surfaced. “Ta-da! I can hold my breath for three minutes!” Jules just stared at him in shock, breathing heavily. She raised her hand up as if to slap him. Then a look passed over her face and she lowered it.

“Show me again.”

He’d pushed you around since you were little kids, calling you a sissy, a faggot. He pulled your long hair and shoved you in grade school. Over the years he upgraded to holding you down and pinching your nose so you had to open your mouth to breathe. Then he’d spit in it and make you swallow; later, piss.

It’s little wonder when puberty hit that your hormone filled mind turned to thoughts of the only intimate encounters you’d ever known. You felt so ashamed that for a few years you learned to dress less feminine and found that he left you alone, mostly. But you missed him. You grew your hair back out, wore tighter jeans, brighter colors. That got his attention again. By senior year not a day went by that he didn’t find some opportunity to shove you, trip you, slap your ass and laugh. You missed his fluids, though…

You went away for college, earning a BFA in poetry. You tried to date girls, boys , but no one could give you the treatment you craved. Everyone was confused when you moved back home after graduating magna cum laude and took a job at the construction company where your old bully was now a foreman. He took endless pleasure in belittling and messing with you. Begging him to stop got him real riled up, so when you did so around Easter and he made some joke about dressing like a bunny and kissing his god-damned dick, you fucking pussy, you jumped at it.

He shared the pics with his friends and word got out. Your progressive family was so eager to prove that they were down with it that your mom booked you some appointments without asking. Shame and fascination drove you on and before you knew it you were taking hormones and electrolysis without much thought beyond that it would probably drive your bully wild.

It did. He told you if you were going to dress like a sissy full time you should act like one. He got you a job as secretary for the construction company. Mostly you were his personal assistant, tasked with looking cute and fulfilling his every command…

“That jerk always called me a fat cow. We’ll see what he thinks of this cow now.”

“He didn’t call you fat; he said he wanted to milk your big udders. You’re playing right into his hands.”

“Oh I’ll play right into his hands alright. Then we’ll see who’s an ugly cow when he’s kneeling under me.”

“Honey, please, this is crazy. It’s humiliating. What will our friends think?”

“That one of us finally has the upper hand over this bully? Besides, baby, none of our friends will be there. It’s an exclusive party for the cool crowd. That ass only joking invited me to be his ‘bovine bitch,’ not thinking I’d actually do it. But I’ll show him. I’ll wipe that smug smile right off his face with a double D in his mouth.”

“Please, I can’t bear to see this.”

“Baby, don’t cry. Don’t worry…you’re not invited either. Oh and don’t wait up. It might take all night to teach him a lesson.”