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Anthony was shaking and could barely stand. Only with great difficulty did he manage to walk a few steps before he had to sit down again. It was dark, cold and he was walking home. Every time he took a break and briefly closed his eyes, he had the images of that evening in his mind again. How Kyle and his buddies bullied and abused him. Anthony didn't know what to think. He had fallen in love with Kyle and thought that Kyle would have feelings for him too. Only to find out that it was all some sick game from him and his buddies. Kyle had lured Anthony into a house on an excuse. There Anthony had to serve the boys and endure many atrocities. He'd massaged their feet, licked up their spit, was farted on his face, and more things he didn't want to think about anymore. But what disturbed him the most was Steve. Steve was a man far older than Kyle and the others. He seemed to own the house Kyle had lured him into. And Steve had the badest ideas of all. For a man of his age to enjoy tormenting a teenager like him, that was shocking...

Finally Anthony had reached his house. He dragged himself to the door and slipped into the bathroom as quietly as he could. There he took a shower. As the water rained down on him, he realized how painful his whole body was. He sank to the ground and just sat there, feeling betrayed and ashamed.

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"What are you doing here?" Anthony's dad asked.

Anthony hadn't noticed his father walking in. He got up quickly, turned off the water and took a towel.

"I... I... just wanted to go home earlier," he stuttered.

"What the hell happened to you? You look awful boy. Have you been attacked? How is Kyle?”

Anthony didn't want to answer his father's legitimate questions.

"No... I just... fell," he lied.

"That's rubbish. Did you call the police?”

"The police? No, please Dad, leave the police out of this!”

"Okay, then rest for a while. But I have to do this to be safe,” Anthony's dad said, taking out his cell phone.

"What are you doing, Dad?!"

"I'll take a few pictures of you so we have evidence in case you decide to go to the police later."

Anthony wanted to protest, but it was too late. He quickly got dressed and rushed to his room.

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After his son was gone, Jacob ditched his worried expression. He locked the door, sat on the toilet and went through the pictures he had just taken. It was too good to be true to see the stupid faggit in this state. As he went through the pics and videos Kyle and Steve had sent him earlier, he couldn't help but jerk off his cock. "Next time I have to be there in person," he said to himself.

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"Are you sure he hasn't told anyone about this?" Steve asked.

"No, he's holed up in his room and hasn't come out for days. I told my wife he is sick. But I told Anthony also that he couldn't keep going forever like this and that he would have to go back to school soon. I look forward to his reaction when the time comes,” laughed Jacob.

"Yeah, Kyle told me the video is ready to be shared, he's just waiting for your mark."

"Perfect. Imagine back then, in our days, all the technology would have existed. I mean, nothing against nice physical bullying, but the cyberbullying kind of adds the cherry on top of it,” Jacob said.

"You say it man!" replied Steve.

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Anthony really didn't want it. He would have preferred to stay at home in his room. Since that day he had been terrified to go out the door, after all Kyle knew where he lived and could theoretically ambush him anytime. But he could no longer withstand pressure from his father, who demanded that Anthony go back to school. At least he could take his mother's car that morning. Maybe it wouldn't be bad to get a little distracted. But shortly after Anthony arrived at the school he realized that something wasn't right. People stared at him, pointed and giggled. At first Anthony thought it was the way he looked, but the black eyes had healed now. Eventually people started whispering behind his back.

"Look at the homo, how proudly he walks around here as if nothing happened."

"I knew fags did some crazy things, but this one is extra sick."

Anthony was confused and uncomfortable. When he got to his locker and there was a note that said, "I've run out of toilet paper, come and lick my asshole clean too," it all became clear to him. How petrified stood he there while various nearby students took turns staring at their cell phones and at him. He then approached 2 boys nearby and snatched a cell phone from their hands. On the screen was a video showing him that terrible afternoon at Kyle's:

"I'm sorry, I didn't understand you. What do you want?” said one of Kyle's buddies in the video.

“Please sir, may I lick your ass clean. Sir.” Anthony's voice sounded.

To loud laughter from Kyle and his friends, one of them farted in Anthony's face, causing him to stick his tongue out.

Of course they had forced him to say and do that. But to any outsider it seemed like Anthony really WANTED to do it.

"Hey give me back my phone, asslicker!" Said the boy Anthony had taken the phone from. He snatched it from him and kicked Anthony to the ground.

Anthony got up and ran. He ran out of the school building to the car while his classmates laughed at him. At this point, Anthony figured life couldn't get any worse for him. But he was wrong.

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"I really don't feel like it, actually," said Anthony, holed up in his room again. "Mom, isn’t even home, so why do you want me to be there?"

"Come on boy, you know your mother has been planning to visit her sister for a long time. And today's guest is a really good friend of mine who really wants to get to know you. So don't be like that and come down with us for dinner,” Jacob tried to persuade his son.

"But you didn't cook anything and Mom's gone."

"Of course we'll order something. Now come on, this is going to be a really nice afternoon.”

"Fine, I'll get dressed in a moment," Anthony finally relented.

He had absolutely no desire for a "nice afternoont". In fact, he wasn't in the mood for anything at all. But knowing that his dad was dying to spend time with him again made him feel good, so he reluctantly agreed. After freshening up and changing, Anthony went down to his dad's and helped get him drinks and snacks. A short time later the doorbell rang. His dad opened the door and greeted his mate. Anthony was a bit distracted by the TV and only noticed his dad's pal when they were both standing in the living room.

"May I introduce? This is my good friend STEVE.”

For Anthony it was like something was choking his throat. His dad's so-called good friend was none other than the man who had helped Kyle and his buddies torment him.

"I...I...I'm sick Dad, I'm sorry...I'm in my room..."

Panicking, Anthony ran to his room as fast as he could and closed the door behind him. This couldn't be true. That had to be a nightmare!

Shortly thereafter, there was a knock on his room door. It was his dad who wanted to come in. Anthony didn't answer. But then his dad just entered his room.

"What's the matter with you, Anthony? You are not sick, so say the truth."

A few tears trickled down Anthonys face. He was afraid.

"Dad...please...please...tell him to go."

"But why?"

"Dad PLEASE! I'll tell you as soon as he's gone."

"Fine, as you wish."

Anthony's dad left the room and came back some time later.

"Is he gone?" Anthony wanted to know.

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"Yes, I promise you," Jacob lied, taking a seat next to Anthony.

"Now tell me the truth. What happened? You know you can trust me."

And so Anthony started talking about the incident with Kyle. Jacob listened carefully to every word. While Anthony shared his humiliation, Jacob encouraged him to be as specific as possible and not to leave anything out. Jacob also asked questions, wanted the exact details. Anthony must have thought he was very interested in his well being, but the truth was his son's words were like a sexual enhancer and he had to be careful to hide his erect cock.

"So you're saying after they used you as a punching bag, they just left you completely naked tied to that tree after you passed out?"

"Yeah Dad... it was so awful."

"Hmm… I don't think you remember correctly. On the video I saw you're still wearing your underpants, which the boys pulled over your head,” Jacob said, barely able to suppress his smile. Confusion was written all over Anthony's face.

"Which video? Dad what are you talking about?”

"Well, this," Jacob replied, playing a video of Kyle and his 2 buddies taking turns using Anthony as a punching bag in Steves backyard.

"But… where… where did you get that from?"

"It's simple, Steve sent it to me shortly after he made it."

Jacob saw on Anthony's face the sheer horror. Actually, Jacob had intended to keep his game going a little longer, but he couldn't wait anymore.

"Who do you think came that whole idea from? From me!"

Anthony was pale as a corpse.

“Well ok Steve and the boys have thrown in some nice ideas too. Is that right Steve?” Jacob said and Steve entered the room.

"Yeah, that was one of our best moves yet," Steve said.

"No dad. I just don't believe that... I mean you are my father... Do you not love me?"

"Fuck... stop whining, it's making me sick! Do you really think I could love a son who's a fucking cocksucker?"

Without saying a word, Anthony stood up. He had a blank look and wanted to leave the room, but Steve stopped him.

"Where do you think you're going, faggot? Don't you think you have something else to say to your father? Don't you want to apologize to him for being such a disgrace?” Steve offered.

Anthony slumped to the floor. Then Steve grabbed his collar and pulled him up.

"Come on now talk to your father!" Steve shouted and threw Anthony in Jacob's direction.

"No father wants a fag for a son! I once had a son who was a cocksucker too. Luckily he eventually ended his own misery and killed himself,” said Steve.

Jacob looked down at Anthony's tear-streaked face.

"Dad, do you really don’t love me?"

This question made Jacob incredibly angry. He welled up all the disappointment, shame and hatred he felt for his so-called "son". Before he knew it, he had given him a hard slap in the face.

"STOP CRYING FAGGIT!" Jacob yelled angrily.

The punch had done him so much good that he smacked Anthony straight away another time.

"You hit me dad? You've never done that before."

"I know, but if I'd beat you up before, maybe you wouldn't have turned into a cocksucker! And now get up!”

But Anthony didn't move. Then Steve grabbed him and held him up.

"Now apologize to your father!" he said.

"I'm sorry Dad... I'm sorry I'm a cocksucker! But I love you dad! Please stop,” Anthony pleaded.

But this pathetic speech only made Jacob angrier. Then he spat in Anthony's face.

"Fuck your apologize! Just seeing you disgusts me!”

Then he took off and beat his son several times.

In retrospect, Jacob could no longer remember the exact course of this "nice afternoon". All he knew was that he hadn't felt this good in a long time after beating up the fag. Luckily Steve had snapped a few shots.

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From that day on, Jacob didn't hold back. He made Anthony's life as hell as he could. Whenever his wife wasn't home, he would bully or beat him. Anthony was just a shadow of himself. He just vegetated in his room, had no contact with others and his grades at school plummeted. As much as Jacob was amused by this, he eventually got bored and decided to take the next… the final step.

One day Jacob, his wife and Anthony wanted to visit Jacob's older son, who had recently become a father himself and lived in another city. It was not lost on Jacob that Anthony was looking forward to visiting his brother. He didn't think Anthony would dare tell his brother any of this, but he knew that last glimmer of hope was the key to finally destroying the fag.

On the day of departure, Jacob entered Anthony's room. He cowered together immediately.

"Is Mom not here?" he asked, shaking.

"She's downstairs. But I'm not here today to play with you. I'm here to tell you that you won't be coming with us when we visit Adrian,” Jacob said coldly.

"But... but why?"

"He doesn't want it. He said he'd rather not have a fag around him."

Anthony shook his head.

Then Jacob played a voice message on his cell phone.

"Yes Dad I'm telling you, that guy is a shame! Just thinking about someone like him coming near my kid makes me sick.”

"There you have it."

Little did Anthony know that this voice message came from a completely different context. But judging by his face, Jacob's plan had worked well.

"You still haven't noticed? Nobody loves you. You are a burden to everyone. Do you know how you could make me happy for once in my life?"

Anthony shook his head.

"Here. I showed you how to use it," Jacob said and put his gun on Anthony's bedside table.

Without exchanging another word, Jacob left the room. He told his wife that Anthony was ill again and therefore could not go with them. Just as they pulled the car out the driveway, they heard the shot...

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A week later, Jacob drove over to Steve's in a good mood. On the passenger seat was a package with very special content.

"Congratulations on getting into the pro league, boy!" Jacob said to Kyle.

"Here's something for you."

Kyle opened the package.

"Is that what I think it is?" he asked.

"Yes, Steve told me about your special punching bag. I think this is a good addition to help you get even more motivated when you train,” Jacob said.

"Fantastic, I must add it in a moment."

Kyle, Steve and the other boys headed to Kyle's workout room. There, Kyle opened one of his punching bags and dumped the contents of Jacob's package into it. At least his ashes are good for something, Jacob thought to himself, and hasn't given much thought to his deceased fag son since.

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