Once A Bully Always A Bully Pt 02

The work week was flying by super fast, and I felt like everyone suspected something was up with me. I received several comments about my beard being shaved, and I had to come up with an excuse for shaving it off in the middle of winter. I was able to come up with several excuses for that, but I still couldn't come up with a single good idea on how to shake this bully off of me. I considered everything, from filing a restraining order, to getting my friends together to go mess him up. Of course, the former would most likely lead to the video being released, and the latter would certainly lead to all of my friends finding out I gave this man a blowjob. I had to face it, there was no way out, and I would just have to give in for the time being. I had thought that maybe if I just gave him what he wanted, he'd get bored and leave me be.

Thursday came fast. It was already 3:00pm, and I still hadn't received a text from him. Regardless, I shaved my face so it was completely smooth. 4:00 went by, and then 5:00, but no sign. I became hopeful that maybe he just wanted to scare me, and it was over and done with. Then, about fifteen minutes after 5:00, I heard a knock at my door. My heart started racing, but then I thought to myself that it couldn't possibly be him. He didn't even know where I lived; I hadn't given him my address yet.

I walked to the door and looked through the peephole. My heart started racing with anxiety when I realized It was in fact, him. I didn't understand how he could've found out where I lived. I tried to stop and take a deep breath, but he knocked again. This time, it was loud and intimidating. I quickly unlocked the door, and opened it. Without a word he walked inside and closed the door behind him.

"Kneel bitch," he demanded. "You only stand when I give you permission to stand. Until then, you wait on your knees like an eager faggot that wants to be eye level with alpha cock all day."

I quickly dropped to my knees as he instructed.

"Okay bitch, we have a long day ahead of us here. We need to start getting you trained so you can become a useful sissy. You can start by standing up and getting me a beer, then come back over and kneel again."

Luckily, I did have a six pack in the fridge. I wasn't sure how he would've reacted if I told him I didn't have any, but luckily that wasn't an issue.

I brought him the beer as he sat on my couch and switched on the TV. It was as if he had little to no interest in me even being there. He was a football player in high school, and Thursday night football was just getting started, so I guess I shouldn't have been shocked.

"I'm surprised you had beer here. I figured you were more of the wine cooler type," he said.

"No, I like beer," I replied.

"Well for now on, if you want to drink, you get yourself one of those pussy drinks. You know, something that'll show the real men that you're the type to suck some cock after a few drinks."

I stood there quiet for a few seconds, then he looked up at me. "Well, better get started. Take those clothes off bitch, those are men's clothes. You certainly won't be wearing those in front of me anymore."

"Okay..." I responded, then slowly, I took off my shirt and began dropping my pants. As soon as he looked up and saw my body, he started shouting.

"What the fuck is that? I told you to be shaved and ready. You had five fucking days to get rid of that hair bitch!"

"What?" I responded. "You told me to shave the hair on my face."

"Yes, and then after you shaved your beard, I told you to be completely shaved and ready."

I knew damn well that he never said to shave anything but my beard, but it wasn't like I was in any position to argue with him. I began apologizing profusely, "I'm sorry sir, I misunderstood what you meant."

"You're not sorry," he claimed. "You will be though, after a sound spanking, I can assure you of that."

"A spanking?" I questioned, mistakenly thinking he was joking. There was no way a grown man would give another grown man a spanking. "Uh... Isn't that for children?" I asked.

"Sure, but they're also quite effective on disobedient sissies. You will see," he told me. "For now though, you need to get rid of that body hair. You're not a man, and you'll never be one. Go get a razor, some shaving cream and a bowl of water. Bring them to the floor by the couch, and get to work."

I was frustrated beyond belief. My body hair was a distinctive feature for me, and I knew that removing it would be humiliating. As for the spanking, I was still holding on to a bit of faith that he wasn't serious. That, or if he was serious, then maybe he'd let it go after I shaved for him. Either way, I went to the bathroom and grabbed what I needed. I brought the essentials to the living room and laid a towel down onto the floor.

The process took forever, I spent nearly two hours getting every single hair off my body. I started with my legs and arms, and then my chest. My privates were the tricky part though. I didn't even know it was possible to shave in some of those places. Particularly my balls and my ass crack, but he didn't let me stop until every single follicle was shaved off. He had the game to keep him entertained anyways, so it wasn't like he was paying that much attention to me.

Once I was sure I had shaved it all, I looked at him and said, "I think I'm done..."

"Took you long enough, let's see," he replied. "Come stand in front of me and let me inspect you."

I stood up and walked over to the couch. He looked me up and down, then grabbed my penis to check that everything was smooth. After investigating the front side, he had me turn around and bend over. He groped my ass and then spread my cheeks. His fingers were just outside my hole. I felt as though I were at the doctor, getting a physical, except, I knew the intent was malicious.

"Look at you now bitch. I bet you don't feel so manly now, do you?"

"No," I replied.

"Look at that little penis too. You know damn well that is never going to please a woman. You should feel ashamed to have been born with that. If you had any sense of decency, you'd call up every girl who's had to deal with that tiny dick, and apologize for wasting their time. Don't you think?"

"Yes sir."

He demanded, "from now on, you will refer to that as your 'little clitty,' do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir."

"Good," he replied, then started reaching into his backpack that he brought. He pulled out what looked like an outfit for a large baby doll. As he held it up, he said, "now that you're all shaved, we can get you into the proper attire. Put this on bitch."

He threw the outfit in front of me. I bent over to separate and investigate each piece. The main piece was some type of sky blue one piece with white ruffles coming out of the lining. It was almost like a French maid outfit mixed with a princess halloween costume. As I picked it up, a pair of white, part cotton, part lace panties fell to the ground. Along with a matching bra. I stood frozen for a second as though he couldn't possibly have wanted me to put all of those on. At this point though, nothing was predictable.

"Don't act clueless you little faggot, get those panties on, now!" He ordered.

I quickly set the costume down and picked up the panties. I had to look at the tag to figure out where the front and back were, but once I got them lined up right, I stepped into them and pulled them up. The front just barely covered my penis, and the back rode up into my ass crack, only covering about half of my butt cheeks. They felt super thin and skimpy compared to the boxers I normally wore.

"Now the bra," he said as he pointed to the bra on the floor.

I picked up the bra, but didn't have the slightest clue how to work it. I found where the straps were and fit my shoulders into them. However, once I had it on right, I realized I couldn't get the clasp buckled from the back. So I had to take my arms back out and wrap it around my chest backwards to do the clasp first. Then I spun it around and fit my arms into the shoulder straps. After a few adjustments it fit just fine, except for the obvious space between my nipples and the bra padding, seeing as I didn't have breasts.

"Alright, now the dress."

The outfit took some fidgeting. I ended up pulling the dress over top of me and slipped the rest down. The waist fit snug and the bottom opened up into a frilly skirt, almost like a tutu. I felt absolutely ridiculous and vulnerable. I for sure could not let anyone else see me in that ridiculous dress.

He took a good look at me and said, "You know, if you were to grow your hair out and put on some makeup, you could easily pass for a girl. I bet you'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Yes," I mumbled with a sigh.

"Just think about it, real men staring you up and down. All of them wanting to stick their cock into that pretty mouth of yours, or maybe even inside that tight sissy pussy of yours. And you being you, of course, would gladly let them have their way with you. Wouldn't you?"

I replied with a pure lack of enthusiasm, "sure, I guess."

"What was that bitch?"

"I mean yes, yes I would," I stated, trying to act more serious.

He took a deep breath and in a frightening tone replied, "you know what, I think it's about time for that attitude adjustment missy. I don't like your tone one bit, and we're going to fix that right this second. Bring that ungrateful, disobedient butt over here and bend over my lap. You're getting a spanking young lady!"

"James please, this has gone way too far," I argued.

"Oh no, you did not just talk back to me," he replied then stood up from the couch. He grabbed my wrists, dragged me towards the couch and threw me over his lap. He re-positioned my arms around my back and held both of my wrists tight together with his left hand. Then with his right hand, he lifted the skirt of the outfit up, and with no hesitation began hammering his hand down on my ass super fast.

"Pop, pop, pop!" The sound echoed throughout my apartment. If any of my neighbors were home, they could surely hear what was happening.

As I tried to wiggle myself free from his grip, I begged him to stop, "James please, why are you doing this? Leave me alone, I haven't done anything to you."

He paused for a moment to reposition his leg over mine so I couldn't keep kicking myself off his lap. Before I continued, he told me. "I don't want to hear you call me James ever again. From now on you call me Daddy. You got that?"

"Okay fine," I cried out.

"What was that faggot?"

"Yes, yes Daddy."

He yanked on the panties I had on, pulling them upward, giving me a wedgie and exposing my full bare bottom. He then continued spanking me even more. As he laid his hand down over and over, he explained, "you call me Daddy now sissy. One, because you're my bitch, and two, because you're bent over my lap right now like a little brat. Makes sense right?"

"Yes Daddy, please, I'm sorry," I responded as I began tearing up.

"Oh I'm gonna show you sorry, get up!" He shouted.

I stood up and faced him. Tears were running down my eyes due to the mix of pain and embarrassment. He slowly started to get up, and I could see him unbuckling his belt. He quickly pulled it through the loops, folded it in half and made it clap together twice, making a loud crack. "Get on your knees and bend over the front of the couch," he demanded.

"No no no no no, please! please don't do this," I begged.

"If I have to ask twice, you're getting twice as many as I was planning. Bend over, now!"

I quickly dropped to my knees and bent over the couch cushion. I started to cry. I hadn't been spanked since I was a child, and this was way more intense.

"Before we continue, you should know, I'm going to give you a strapping that's just right for a bratty little sissy like yourself, but if you still want to claim to be a man. I could whoop that ass in a way that only a strong alpha male could take. Would you rather I do the former or the latter?"

As much as I wanted to tell him to fuck off and prove that I was a man. I was too scared, so I shamefully responded, "I'll take it like a sissy, please don't hit me hard Daddy."

"That's what I thought," he replied. "Make no mistake though, it's still going to hurt a lot. You WILL think twice about how you speak to me after this."

There was a pause of silence for a couple seconds, followed by a 'whoosh' and a 'crack'. His belt came down hard on my backside. It caused my legs to twitch, and I screamed loud into the couch cushion. Before I had time to recover, he struck me again, with each crack picking up the pace.

I kicked and screamed for nearly ten minutes. I don't know how many times he whipped me, but I was crying like a baby. It was much harder than any spanking I had ever received before.

After he finally stopped, he left me in that position for a minute to finish sobbing. Once I had calmed down, he grabbed my face and turned it towards him. "Are you gonna be a good girl from now on?" He asked.

"Yes, yes Daddy," I replied.

"Good, and don't think for a second that I won't use this belt on you again. I could whoop your bratty little bottom all day long if I needed to, you understand me missy?"

"Yes Daddy," I replied. I didn't understand his fixation on calling me girly names, but then again, I really didn't understand anything he was doing, or why.

"Turn around and get on your knees bitch," he demanded. So I did, and he proceeded to lecture me. "Now, what do you say after Daddy teaches you a lesson?"

"Thank you Daddy?" I hesitantly responded with tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Thank you for what?"

"Thank you for teaching me a lesson Daddy?"

He responded, "very good, you should always show appreciation when daddy takes time out of his busy day to train and discipline you, but words only mean so much. When an alpha male devotes his time to giving you the treatment you need, you can count on him expecting you to make it up to him physically. It also creates an opportunity to prove that you have learned your lesson by acting like a good sissy. You do want to be a good sissy right?"

"Yes Daddy," I replied. I knew what he meant, and from the very beginning I had expected that he would want me to please him again.

"Good," he said, lightly patting my left cheek. "How about you go get me another beer, and I'll let you suck on Daddy's hairy nutsack, huh?"

"Yes Daddy," I replied, wiping my tears and trying to hide my frustration as much as possible. Then I got up and grabbed another beer out of the refrigerator. I handed him his beer, and he pointed to the floor, indicating for me to get on my knees. So I dropped to my knees, and he pulled down his basketball shorts.

I could see his slightly hard bulge packed tight into his briefs. He reached in through the access hole in the front and pulled out his penis, followed by his loose, hairy ballsack. Being that there was lots of light in the room, I was much more taken aback by his manhood. There was practically no lighting in the woods the night he made me suck it, but I could see everything clearly in my apartment.

"Smile sissy, you're a cock whore now. Pathetic little betta bitches like yourself are supposed to be excited when they see a fat cock in front of them," he told me.

I did my best to crack a smile, but it was hard to show any enthusiasm. He chuckled at my attempt, then pulled his shaft up towards his chest, exposing his balls. "Give them a good kiss now," he ordered.

I puckered up and kissed on the loose skin between each of his testicles, and waited on his next command.

"Keep kissing, and when you're ready, get those nuts in your mouth and suck em."

"Yes Daddy," I replied, then reconnected my lips with his sack. I was weirded out by the sensation of his hair on the tips of my lips each time I puckered up. After kissing them a few more times though, I knew I had to take the next step, and opened wide so his balls could drop down into my mouth. As I began sucking softly, I could feel his testicles squirming around underneath the skin. Particularly when I prodded with my tongue.

"There ya go bitch. Get those nuts ready. If you're hungry for lots of cum, you want to make sure to get those nuts ready," he told me.

I sucked on his balls for a good ten minutes or so, then he pulled my head back. He grabbed his shaft and slapped me right across the face with his hard penis. "You like that slut? Do you like getting cock slapped across that smooth face?" He asked.

Not only did it hurt, but it was certainly degrading as well. Still, I told him what he wanted to hear. "Yes Daddy, I do."

"Good girl," he replied. "Go ahead and stroke my cock while you work those balls with your mouth."

With my right hand, I reached up, wrapped my fingers around his shaft, and slowly stroked his rock hard shaft. Then I lowered my mouth back down to his balls and continued sucking.

After a minute or so, he leaned back into the couch, getting comfortable. He sat halfway reclined with his pelvic region practically off the couch. At times I felt like he had fallen asleep, but he would occasionally mumble something under his breath. I had his balls in my mouth for nearly twenty minutes, until finally, he backed up a little, causing his testicles to drop out of my mouth. "I think those are nice and warmed up now," he said. "In fact, I believe you've made them a little too full. I guess you're just gonna have to drain them."

I paused and tried to play dumb, but I knew what he wanted, and he could tell I was stalling. His face became angry and he held his hand up high. "Do I need to spank you some more, or are you gonna start sucking?" He asked.

"Sorry Daddy," I quickly replied then leaned forward and immediately began kissing the shaft of his throbbing penis.

He backed down, and in a much quieter tone, gave me a hard time. "Don't play dumb with me you little brat. You knew damn well what I meant when I said to drain them. Keep trying that little clueless act of yours and see what happens. Now get that dick in your mouth bitch, we have other business to take care of today."

"Yes Daddy," I replied, then immediately wrapped my lips around his shaft. With my hands on the floor, I rocked my head back and forth to cover all of his long thick shaft. I was no expert on blowjobs, especially having received very few myself, but I had seen enough porn to know what to try. Still, it was next to impossible to fit his penis all the way in. I couldn't get it past my throat without gagging, and my struggle seemed to humor him. I started to sympathize with all the women I had seen in pornos giving blowjobs.

I knew his intention at this point, and I figured the fastest way to get it over with was to make him cum. I also knew well that when a man came, he typically lost his sexual appetite. So I mimicked the women in porn, and blew him with as much enthusiasm as I could give.

"There you go." He moaned. "The little sissy is starting to learn to like it already. You see faggot, you were born to suck cock, it's in your nature."

I tried to convince myself that his arguments against my masculinity were just to manipulate me, but at the same time, I couldn't filter them. The more he said it, the more my instincts told me to hear him out. I did my best to ignore his attempted points, and focused on the task at hand.

I sucked harder and faster. At times, he grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock in so deep that I could feel it pushing my neck out. I could tell he was going to cum any moment. He was moaning, twitching, and naturally, continued calling me names. So I closed my eyes in anticipation of another facial. That way I wouldn't get hit in the eye again, but this time he had a different idea in mind. He pulled my head towards him, pushing his shaft as deep into my mouth as it could go. I could feel his penis pulsating against my throat when all of the sudden, he started shooting his load past my mouth and straight down the back of my throat. I gagged heavily, but just before I started choking, he pulled back and shot the rest on my tongue.