Author's Note: This is the second instalment of 'The Bully' series. Reading the first chapter beforehand is recommended.
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A month after the incident in the Richmond Rugby Club locker room, Cory Taylor still couldn't get the bully George Johnson out of his mind. With only two more months left till he graduated, Cory was eager to make the most of it. He dragged himself out of bed with the sound of his alarm and trudged towards the shower. He admired his body first in the mirror. He had gained more muscle definition in the last few weeks and had put on another ten pounds. He hoped men would start to take notice of his growing body. He stepped into the shower and turned the water on. Cory closed his eyes and fantasized about his encounter with George Johnson.
His muscular body, his thick arms, his sculpted legs. The sweet taste of his hole. The girth of his massive cock. Cory couldn't stop thinking about what had happened between them. The pair had not spoken since that evening.
Cory had decided it was for the best that he stopped working at the club and told his dad he needed to use the time to study. The truth was, Cory just couldn't face going back there again. He was embarrassed at how he had acted. He had let George completely control him - he had humiliated himself. The boy was afraid that if he stuck around Richmond he might end up doing the same thing again. He cringed with embarrassment whenever he thought of himself on all fours, alone in the locker room, screaming into the evening for George to come back and fuck him.
It was tough to forget about George completely, especially since he saw him all the time in school. He was trying, however. He really had been spending a lot more time focusing on his school work for a change - and he had invested more time with his friends to keep himself busy and prevent his mind from wondering to places where it shouldn't.
As he ran his soapy hands through his maple brown hair, he considered whether George had spent any time thinking about him. No, definitely not, he thought. Why would a stud like that give someone like me a second thought? He could have anyone he wanted - and practically had. Pretty much all the half descent looking girls in school had been with George before. Some had even been lucky enough to have the status of his girlfriend for a while. Although they never lasted long.
Cory stepped out of the shower, dried himself and began to get dressed. By the time he got to school, class had already started. He rushed into English class and took a seat at the back of the room.
"Nice of you to join us Cory, fifteen minutes late," his teacher said.
"Sorry Ms. Watson," Cory replied. Looks like I spent more time in the shower than I realised, he thought.
The day dragged on as normal until the class before lunch time. Cory's phone vibrated. He slouched down and brought it out of his pocket. He had a new Facebook message. It was delivered to his Other inbox, meaning it had been sent by someone he wasn't friends with. Cory clicked into the message felt his stomach drop. It was from George.
-Hey faggot. I've noticed you haven't been hanging around the changing rooms after practice lately. I asked your dad about it and he said you don't have the time cause you're too busy studying. Like fuck I believe that. I know you left cause of me and because of how you so eagerly humiliated yourself in front of me like that. The truth is, I'm disappointed. I thought maybe you had the guts to stick around and face me again but then I remembered what a wimpy little bitch I'm dealing with here. I'm going to give you one more chance to prove yourself to me, boy. At lunch, go into the girls bathroom, take your clothes off and send me a picture of you sitting on the girls toilet with your legs in the air. Make sure the camera can see your hole. Don't you fuckin' dare go into the boy's bathroom instead - that's for real men to use. I'll expect the picture within ten minutes of the bell ringing. If I don't get it - I wont be happy.
Cory read the message three times, back and forth, taking every word in. His heart was racing. What would George do to him if he didn't obey the order? And why was he contacting him now, a month later when they hadn't spoken to each other at all since. And what did he want a picture for? Granted, he had never seen Cory naked, but Cory didn't think he had wanted to. Their encounter was all about pleasing George.
He thought once more about how embarrassed he had felt the last few weeks. He had never expected himself to act so submissive around the stud, no matter how intimidating he may be - but it was instinctive. He felt he had to do it.
Putting his phone back into his pocket, Cory decided that none of these thoughts were important. Putting his pride aside, he reasoned that the only thing that mattered was doing whatever George Johnson told him to do.
With the first ring of the bell, Cory waited around for a few minutes for his classmates to make their way outside for lunch. His heart was racing as he made his way towards the girl's bathroom. He was about to push the door open when three girls filed outside into the hallway. Cory darted down to a locker against the wall and pretending to be searching for something as the girls passed him by.
Taking a deep breath, the eager boy crept into the girl's bathroom and locked himself into one of the stalls. He quickly pulled his pants down. As he sat on the toilet and kicked his legs in the air, he felt blood rushing to his face. He was mortified. He was naked in the girl's toilets with his legs in the air and all because some scary bully had told him that's what he had to do. Cory knew the only reason he had made him go to the girl's room was to emasculate him even further.
He took the picture of his hole like the rugby stud had asked. Cory quickly sent it to the bully and immediately received a response.
-Be at my house tonight for 8pm. My parents are out of town.
When school ended, Cory rushed home. He wondered into the kitchen and grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl. After climbing the stairs to his room, Cory lay on his bed and began sucking on the banana. George had told him he needed to get better cock sucking skills so every day for the last month he would spend at least thirty minutes practicing on a banana and picturing George's magnificent cock in its place.
He grew hard thinking about what the evening had in store for him. He had quit the rugby club so he wouldn't be tempted to humiliate himself in front of George again but this was different. George had directly contacted him and given him an order. Cory just couldn't bring himself to refuse. He had to do what the muscle bound stud told him to do. It was a compulsion he couldn't control no matter how ashamed he may have been of it.
Imagine if his parents knew - what if his father found out? Could George tell him? No, surely he wouldn't.
At 8pm, Cory walked up the footbath to the front door of George Johnson's house. It was a magnificent house. A red-bricked two story with a fountain in the garden. As he walked up to the front door, the nervous teen saw a note taped to the handle waiting for him.
Don't knock, let yourself in - it read.
He grabbed the note and clumped it into his pocket. Opening the door, Cory took a deep breath and stepped inside. The interior of the Johnson family home was just as impressive as the exterior. Mahogany wood lined the floor leading up to the grand staircase. The walls were a deep maroon and several photos of the family hung from them.
Cory admired a photograph of George with his mother and father. His mother was petite and blonde with a delicate face. George's father was like a more mature version of his son. Similar bone structure with an almost identical build except for a little more excess weight and a generous amount of dark stubble.
"Take your clothes off," a voice commanded. It was deep and authoritative. George.
Cory's eyes darted around. He couldn't see anyone. He noticed a door beyond the staircase was ajar and there was light coming from inside. Doing as he was told, Cory unbuttoned his jacket and took his school jumper off. He was about to hang them on the coat rack when the man in charge spoke again.
"On the floor," he said.
Cory hurried his pace and pulled his shoes off, followed by his trousers. His pulse was quickening and he could feel the hairs on his neck standing up. He had no idea what he was in for. When he was down to his underwear, he took one more deep breath and dropped his briefs to the floor. George had never seen Cory naked before. The boy hoped that the stud would be happy with what he saw.
"Get down on your knees and crawl in here," George ordered.
Cory bent down and shivered as his knees touched the cold wooden floor. He began crawling along the foyer, past the stairs and towards the open door before him. His cock began to stiffen as he pushed the door open to meet the man who captivated him so.
The door led into the Johnson's dining room. Cory peered above the large rectangular table and saw George at the end sitting in what he assumed would be his father's chair. He was shirtless with his tight school pants still on. Cory could make out George's glorious bulge in the groin of his pants.
"What are you waiting for cock sucker?" George asked. "Get the fuck over here and worship me."
Cory crawled underneath the table as his mouth began to water. Once again he was greeted by the exquisite sight of George's thick, muscular legs. The dark hair that coated his thighs and calves that made him so masculine. It didn't matter how hard he tried to work out or bulk up, he'd never be half the man George was.
The boy crept out from under the table and was greeted by the breath taking sight of the stud's massive bulge. Reaching his hand to the button of George's tight school pants, Cory prepared to take his cock. George grabbed his wrist and stopped him from unleashing his dick. His wrist ached as George squeezed it. The boy wasn't even sure if he was squeezing it hard or not, it was difficult to tell - he was just so strong.
"Not yet," he said sternly. "I made you crawl under the table for a reason faggot."
George raised his right foot and stamped it.
"Kiss my fuckin' feet."
The rugby god put his hands in his lap and waited expectantly for the boy to begin his worship. Cory put his hands around George's shoes and helped him take them off. His feet were huge. Cory couldn't be sure but they looked like at least a size fourteen.
George was wearing white socks. Cory cupped his right foot in both hands and bent his head down to begin worshipping them before being kicked back onto the ground.
"Take the socks off too, queer boy. What are you, stupid?"
"Yes Sir, sorry Sir," Cory replied. His face turned red with embarrassment. He wasn't normally this dim. It was just something about being around George that turned him into a blubbering fool.
Cory pulled George's socks off to reveal his gargantuan feet. They were covered in dark tufts of hair and upon removing his socks, Cory immediately inhaled their scent. They weren't unclean, but had been put to good use that day.
The smell was hot and manly.
Bringing his head down once more, Cory began to lick the soles of George's feet. He brought his tongue up to his toes and brought them into his mouth, savouring the salty taste.
"How do those feet taste faggot?"
"They taste amazing George," Cory muttered, kissing each toe one by one.
"The fuck did you just call me?"
"Shit, I'm sorry Sir!"
George brought his right foot back and hit Cory in the face with it. He fell back on the floor and groaned with pain. His eyes winced and filled with water from the stinging sensation taking over his face.
"Lie the fuck down," the rugby player ordered.
Cory crawled directly underneath George and lay on his back. His breathing was slow and heavy. Although he was excited - he was scared of what could be coming next.
George brought his right foot down on Cory's face and placed his left foot on top of his cock.
"Sniff."
Cory inhaled deeply and basked in the masculine stench of the stud's feet. His dick immediately began to stiffen and soon was aching under the weight of George's body.
"Are you starting to get hard, boy?"
George laughed and began rubbing his foot up and down the shaft of Cory's cock. He looked down at the naked boy worshipping him and smirked.
"Queers like you are so fuckin' pathetic. It's just too easy sometimes. I catch faggots checking me out all the time. All I've gotta do is give 'em one firm look and they'll be on their knees slobbering over my dick like it's their last meal."
Cory's cock was throbbing and precum was beginning to run down his groin. He continued to inhale the scent of the God's feet.
"Just remember boy, from here on out all you are is a worthless fag. You're not a man and you never will be. Your only purpose in life is to be a cum dump for real men like me."
