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(mm-youths, nc, rp, v, anal, 1st-gay-expr) *** Rank was his name and his reputation. He was a bully and everyone stayed away from him. Why he focused on me was anybody's guess... at least at first. I was like any of the other kids, backpack, bike, schoolwork, dressed like everyone else and even pierced my ear like most of the kids did, even Rank. But for some reason he decided I was his target and he took great pains to seek me out, taunt me, call me a little fag, kick my bike, push my books out of my hands, de-pants me, give me wedgies, make me the brunt of his jokes and somehow he always knew where I was so he could do all this and more. I changed my route to school and to home. I waited until the last minute to dash from homeroom to class. But Rank was always there... slamming my locker, smacking my ass with his book, putting an extra lock on my bike and smacking the back of my head. Gym class was no different. He taunted me as I changed clothes, nobody helped me for fear they'd be his next target. Even the coaches seemed to avoid Rank, he was trouble. I asked my folks to put me in a private school, transfer or move, but they didn't seem to understand the amount of distress Rank kept causing me. My grades suffered, my friends avoided me because I was a victim. "You're only a victim if you act like one," my dad said. That wasn't the advice I wanted to hear, but I thought about it and began to fight back. Words, cursing, reporting him and anything else I could think of I did. The school principal would avoid me because I'd not only complain but put it in writing and sent copies to the school board. I became trouble too. As for Rank, the first time I told him to go fuck himself, he got really angry because I did it in front of the group of guys who hung out around him. I ran and he couldn't catch me thanks to an intervening teacher. But I knew that instead of quelling trouble, my actions were bringing things quickly towards some kind of traumatic point. That point came on Friday after school. Rank swung one punch at me and I fell back so fast the bikes I fell against went sprawling. My head got gashed and blood was everywhere... not the least of which was all over my white tee shirt. I fought back and dove into Rank's mid-section flailing my arms and felt each time I hit his head, arms, legs and face. Whatever damage he had done to me, I was going to return. I was pissed and didn't care anymore. A group of kids circled around us and since school had been over for a couple of hours by then, most teachers had jumped in their cars for a quick Friday getaway. Nobody would intervene this time and I knew it. I lay on the ground barely able to move, Rank was cursing the pain I had caused him calling me a "pile of shit." I yelled at him, "Tomorrow, 10 AM, just you and me fuck head!" he laughed and punched me again. But he said he'd meet me and rip my head off and fuck me through the hole it left. My folks made quite a fuss about my wounds when I got home. I skipped dinner and went straight to bed. I re- read my books about fighting... actually wrestling magazines. I watched world wrestling on my TV. I knew it was an act of desperation but what else could I do, I thought I could imitate some of their moves. I didn't eat breakfast the next morning and I pulled on only my gym shorts and shoes and jogged across town., past the apartment buildings, stores and to the area where Rank lived. He was there, working on his motorcycle. I stood there, fists clenched, "Let's go you fuck- head!" I said, determined not to show fear. Rank looked up at me like some kind of little irritating bug. "Get the fuck out of here shit head, it's Saturday." That confused me, did he think taunting me was a weekday job or something? I lifted a wrench and threatened him. The look on his face startled me. It wasn't the tough bully expression he wore at school, he was shocked that I was waving a steel tool at him. "You crazy or something?" "I told you I'd be here. Nobody's around but you and me, so let's do it, right fucking now!" Get the picture: Rank, about 6-feet tall, stocky, greasy t-shirt, cutoff jeans displaying his sizable thighs -- and me, 5-feet 2-inches, thin, younger, a child by comparison and I was threatening him. And I was loving the moment, but only for the moment. Rank seemed to regain his composure and moved towards me, pushing at my bare shoulder. "You want a piece of me kid? You little shit, think you can take me? Come on faggot." I stepped back and even dropped the weapon I had. He was winning again and that made me angry. Not at him, but at myself. "You're only a victim if you act like one," kept echoing in my head. I dove, head first into his stomach and we both cascaded back on top of his tools and motorcycle parts. I waved my fists again as I had the day before and this time I hit his face, jaw, shoulders, chest, stomach and crotch. He lifted me and threw me back. "Out back kid, you want it, you got it!" he dragged me by my hair like some alley cat around the garage and into the back yard. "I'm gonna beat you until you're a bloody stump and then throw you over that fence!" That fence was a tall wooden one that surrounded the entire yard. Nobody could see us. I glance towards his house. Rank saw what I was doing and said, "Don't fucking worry, nobody's here, it's just you and me like you wanted." His fist came at me and I ducked. That pissed him off, I was tired of backing off. He swung again and I grabbed his arm, not knowing what to do next. "Fight on the offensive, not the defensive," flashed across my mind, a quote from some magazine article I'd read. I dove at him again and this time he stepped out of the way. I fell to the ground and he laughed. "You think I'm a fucking idiot kid?" I did, but I didn't say so... I didn't have time because I was busy getting out of his way. At the last minute I reached out and grabbed his leg causing him to fall on his back and knocking the wind out of him. I jumped on top of him, straddling him and started beating him with my clinched fists. He grabbed and easily pulled me over and now I was on the ground with him looming over me. I was gasping for breath. I wanted this to be over... In that moment I realized Rank would never leave me alone. He was the bully and I was the victim. We wrestled around in the dirt, he grabbed and at my shorts and they ripped. I tried to do the same and rip his sweatshirt. There was a satisfying tearing noise. His bare chest became visible -- it startled me -- he was so well developed, that he could have been a fully grown man, except that he had a smooth completion with hardly any hair. For some reason this made me aroused. I guess if the truth be known, he looked like those men I had seen in the magazines; the wrestlers I had looked at while jacking off in the privacy of my bedroom. I was helpless, my cock began to grow and there was nothing I could do about it, may face began to burn in shame the stiffer I became. All I could think about at that moment was licking his smooth skin and sucking on those inviting nipples. I was total aroused despite the pain I felt all over my body. Rank had stopped hitting me and was holding my wrists. He could feel my boner under him and he smiled evilly at me, "Looks like the little faggot likes it." he had ripped my shorts enough in the fight that the waistband was in shreds. I struggled to get out from under him. But he easily held me down, then suddenly he was twisting my arm and in a flash I was on my face on the ground, my arm twisted behind me and Rank still on top of me. "Guess what kid? I got a surprise for you," he said threatenly. He pushed my face into the dirt so that I had to struggle just to breathe. I could do anything, he was too strong for me. Then I felt him fumbling and something smooth and wet touched my butt cheek. Then something was rubbing between my cheeks and I felt a pressure at my asshole. It hurt like hell when he jabbed his fat cock into my tight asshole I started to cry, I was totally humiliated. I knew what was happening, I knew that this big bully was fucking me in the ass. How would I ever live this down? All the things Rank had done to me before paled in comparison to this final indignity. "Don't panic kid, just relax and take it. It's what you wanted, you know you did. I felt that pitiful little hard-on you had, you're queer and you know it, so now you're really a fag, with a real man's dick up your ass." This was the kind of talk I had heard on the videos that I'd secretly downloaded from the internet. It was like I was one of those gay porn stars acting out a scenario on tape. When Rack called me his "bitch" I knew what he meant -- after this he would own me. I screamed and he laughed. I was really hurting now because he was really fucking my butt hard, deep thrusts, violent thrusts, I think I might have been bleeding. "Just shut the fuck up and relax, it'll be over in a bit faggot," he said to me, now not threatening but calm. For some strange reason hat made me quiet down. "Push down like you're taking a shit kid." I did as he said I wanted this to end, I wanted to die. It was weird, but when I did as he said, sure enough the pain lessoned and other sensations began to surge through my body. Rank's grunts filled my ears, his cock was sliding in and out of me. He began to slow down, he would jamb into me, then slowly pulled out then jamb back in again hard. "I'm not gonna make this quick bitch, I'm gonna make you feel it." Rank fulfilled his promise. He kept at me and to my amazement was getting excited. I couldn't help but remember Rank's smooth muscled body and the image of his bare cock shoved in me made me breathe harder. I was beginning to have a wonderful sensation deep in my butt, almost in my groin. It was marvelous, almost like jacking off. Suddenly I knew that I liked this, by cock was had and pushed into the dirt as Rack started gasping and acting like he was having some sort of problem. I actually turned my head and asked if he was okay. He laughed and jammed into me a few more times then his body stiffened and he let out a long shuddering groan and then he collapsed on top of me. Not only was I still a victim but now I was Rank's faggot. I'd been well and truly fucked. I knew he'd tell everyone at school about it, I knew he would. I moved quickly and shoved his limp body off me and got out from under him. I quickly climbed onto of him and pushed my sticky dirty cock into his asshole. He had conveniently dropped his cutoffs in order to fuck me, now I had a clear shot at him. Rank hadn't expected any aggression from me and he yelped but couldn't shake me. My dick was soaked from my own pre-cum and it easily slid into hi hole. I grabbed him around the waist and jammed my cock into him several times. It only took me a moment or two before I emptied myself into Racks asshole. I'd cum in him, just like he'd cum in me. Now we were even. Rank moved to get up and pushed me off him. We both sat up and looked at each other. There we were, filthy, dirt incrusted, naked with scummy cocks, bellies and assholes. Rank laughed first. He pointed at me and still laughing hard he stuttered, "Y-you s-should see yourself. You look ridiculous. I smiled and looked down at my naked body and then at his and I laughed too. He looked every bit as ridiculous as I did. *** AT school on Monday I ran into Rank and his gang. One of his crew started harassing me and Rank told the guy to leave me alone. He said that I was off limits now and that they should steer clear of me. It's funny, but Rank and I became sort of friends. I even go over to his place some Saturday afternoons. But now we go to his bedroom and don't fuck in the dirt. Don't get me wrong, I still want to fuck a girl, but it's kind of fun fucking the school bully in the ass too. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 49