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Sir Clint & Ass-Licker Ian, PART I

At first it was a day like any other for Clint. He was sitting in his home office going over some paperwork for the next day when his son Aaron suddenly knocked on his door.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you Dad, but there's this guy at the front door who really wants to talk to you."

“What kind of guy? “From work?” Clint wanted to know.

"No I do not think so. He says he knows you from high school. And he’s really weird,” his son replied.

Clint was alarmed. He turned to his son and asked with a serious expression: “What do you mean weird?”

"No idea. He seems extremely strange. Shakes and stutters. He seems to be completely mentally unstable,” Aaron explained.

“Okay, pay attention: I'm going to the door and confront this guy. In the meantime, get the gun and position yourself in the background so that you can intervene if he does something crazy. Got it son?”

"Yes, sir!"

Clint was really worried. There are so many crazy weirdos these days who are so mentally insane that they are willing to hurt other people. He also wondered why he specifically mentioned that he went to high school with him. But Clint was confident that he could resolve the situation. However he was glad that his wife and daughter were not at home at the moment.

When Clint finally reached the front door he saw a thin man standing there. His son was right, the guy seemed very nervous and scared. But he didn't look familiar.

"What do you want from me, mister?" Clint asked as he reared up threateningly.

"Hello... Hello... Clint, thanks for talking to me again," the unknown visitor stuttered.

Clint confronted him. He didn't appear to have a weapon, but you never knew.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Oh... I'm... I'm Ian. We were in high school together back then."

“Maybe, I don’t remember. Now what do you want again?”

Ian scratched his neck nervously.

“Well... well, how should I put it... Back then, you and your buddies were always bullying me and... beating me up. To be honest, I still struggle with it after all these years. And I wanted to talk to you about it now. It would also be important for me that you apologize to me. Do you understand?"

Clint got pissed. What could this wretch be so rude and keep him from work because of something like that?

"Are you kidding me?! Get the fuck off my property!”

Ian seemed shocked.

"But...but I'm just asking you to talk..." he whimpered pathetically.

“Listen: Behind me in the hallway is my son with a loaded gun. If you don't get off my property right now, I'll give him the signal and he'll shoot your fucking head off your shoulders! Is that clear?!” Clint snorted.

Ian opened his eyes wide and didn't seem to dare say another word. He immediately ran to leave the property. He still stumbled a lot. If Clint hadn't been so angry about this interruption, he would have almost found it funny.

“Who the fuck was that Dad?” his son wanted to know.

"I don't know it. Some weirdo. If you ever see him near our property again, let me know.”

“Of course, Dad.”

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Clint actually didn't want to give this incident any further thought. But somehow his curiosity didn't let him go. One evening, while he was sitting in front of the TV with his wife, he finally asked her.

“Say, darling, do you remember an Ian who went to high school with us back then?”

“What, Ian? Hmm… let me think about it, There were several. Why do you ask?"

“Oh, it's probably nothing, but you should know anyway. Today, while you and Vivian were shopping, a crazy guy was here. He claimed I bullied him at the back in high school and he wanted to talk to me about it. Even demanded I apologize to him," Clint said.

“Wait a minute… Wasn’t there that one nerd. Who once got caught licking someone else’s butt?”

Suddenly the memory came back to Clint.

“Asslicker Ian! You’re right, that was a real freak.”

“Yeah, I think you and the boys were a little rough with him. But that’s just how boys are.”

His wife was right. He and the boys had actually been a bit rough with him. But it was also his own fault. And the fact that he now took the right to appear here on his family's property because of these trivialities and demand an “apology” made Clint angry again.

“Where are you going, darling?” his wife wanted to know as Clint got up from the sofa.

“Oh, I just need to do some quick research," he replied.

Clint now visited various social media platforms to find out more information. “Asslicker Ian” would definitely regret today!

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“Oh my God, what just happened? You look terrible, babe!”

Frank was shocked by how scared his husband looked. He quickly hugged Ian.

“Everything’s going to be okay, baby. "You're back with me now," he said.

"I should have listened to you... it was a terrible idea!" Ian cried.

“You’re safe now.”

After Ian calmed down, he told his husband about his encounter with his former bully.

"The most humiliating thing about the whole thing is that I've been suffering mentally for all these years and he doesn't even remember me," said Ian.

"He's just a bastard," Frank cursed.

“But I knew straight away that it wasn’t a good idea. I know that Dr. Winter was expecting a lot from this confrontation, but assholes like this Clint don’t usually change,” Frank added.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I just really hoped that this confrontation could finally end my therapy..."

"Do not give up hope. There will be another solution,” Frank said.

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That night, Ian relived numerous memories of all the humiliation and abuse he had experienced at the hands of Clint and his friends. Stirred by the confrontation with his former tormentor, these memories were more intense than they had been for a long time. He remembered the fear, the humiliation, the charm, the violence, Clint's strength, his muscles, the taste of his...

“Fuck!” Ian cursed.

Without noticing, he had cum into his pants. He turns briefly to Frank, who was sleeping peacefully in bed next to him. Ian knew today had set his mental healing process back by months, no, years. The thought that Clint was a successful architect, with his own company and still handsome and happily married… Ian couldn't let it go and he had to think about it until early in the morning until he was finally able to fall asleep.

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About four days went by without Ian feeling noticeably better. During this time he stayed at home and did not go to work. When Ian wanted to leave that afternoon to at least do some groceries, the doorbell suddenly rang. Ian couldn't believe his eyes when he saw who was standing there.

“Hello Ian. Can I come in?” Clint asked.

“Clint? What… what are you doing here?” Ian stuttered.

He was completely baffled by the fact that Clint had shown up here. He actually thought the issue was over now, since he had refused to talk to him. So why the change of heart now?

“I would prefer not to settle the matter here at the door.”

Finally Ian invited Clint in. Ian was shaking all over. He wasn't prepared for this encounter and didn't know what to say. But the next moment Clint spoke up anyway.

“You know, I've been thinking a lot about your, let's call it a ‘visit’, to me in the last few days. You wanted to talk to me about what happened back in our school days, right? You meant I bullied you?”

"Well... well... I..."

“You can say it calmly. Did I bully you back then? And you want me to apologize for that?”

"To tell you the truth... yes, you were pretty rough with me back then..." Ian finally dared to say.

"OK. You know, I can only remember some fractions of it. Could you help me refresh my memory a bit. Believe me, this matter is important to me to!”

“All right. And how can I do that?” Ian wanted to know.

He had a hard time reading Clint's mood. But if there's even the slightest chance that he can get Clint to show some remorse, that would go a long way in helping him deal with his trauma.

"Good. But before we start, please show me where your bathroom is,” Clint said.

Ian thought nothing of it and showed him. He was about to turn around so Clint could use the toilet when he stopped him.

“Where do you want to go? Did I say you could run away?” Clint said quite aggressively.

Ian looked confused.

Then Clint suddenly grabbed him by the collar and pulled him towards him.

“I told you to help me remember correctly! Come on, kneel in front of the bowl!”

He then threw Ian to the ground.

Ian whimpered. All the terrible memories and shame from his school days came back to him. He was panicked and didn't dare resist Clint's words. He knew exactly what was coming next.

“I think I did that too back then, right?" Clint wanted to know and grinned meanly.

When Ian didn't answer, he asked again: "I asked you if I did that to you back then!"

"Yes.."

“Then tell me what I always did next.”

Ian swallowed. Tears welled up in his eyes.

"Next, you pushed my head into the toilet bowl..."

As soon as he said the sentence, Clint grabbed him and pushed his face into the bowl. Shortly afterwards he was pulled up again.

“Something like this?”

“Yes…” Ian sobbed.

Then Clint repeated the process.

“But there’s still something missing, right?”

"Yes..." Ian cried. “You also flushed when my head was in the bowl.”

"Right, now I remember!" Clint laughed.

He immediately pushed Ian back into the bowl and flushed.

Ian tried not to inhale water, but Clint pushed him mercilessly into the toilet for a long time. At some point Clint pulled Ian's head back up.

"I had forgotten how much fun we had together!" Clint said before pushing Ian's head back into the bowl.

Ian started begging Clint to stop. But he seemed not to think about it. It was a terribly long time before Clint had enough and finally let Ian's head out of the toilet. Ian then crouched on the ground. His hair was completely soaked from the toilet water.

“Well, it was really almost like old times. And now I'm going into the living room. You go and bring me a drink and some snacks. After all, I’m your guest here, right?”

When Clint left the bathroom, Ian grabbed a towel and dried his face. But as he did so, he heard Clint shouting that he should hurry up. It was as if he had traveled back in time. Except now he was a grown man and this humiliated him even more.

When Ian brought the ordered drinks and snacks into the living room, Clint sat with his legs apart on the sofa and acted as if he owned the apartment. As Ian was about to sit down in the chair, Clint stopped him.

“Hey, did I say you could sit down? First of all, I want you to apologize to me, Asslicker Ian.”

The insult hit Ian like a knife to the heart. He had had to live with this “nickname” unjustified for too many years.

"Apologize? “But for what?” he wanted to know, sounding more desperate than he would have liked.

“You want to know what for? I had probably forgotten how incredibly stupid you are! I'll tell you why! For having the audacity to show up at my house and harass my family and me with your bullshit! I think that’s reason enough to apologize!”

Ian was startled by the anger in Clint's voice. Just as he was about to formulate an apology, he was suddenly interrupted by Clint again.

“My dear Asslicker Ian. You know, we're not kids anymore. I think a little more respect would be appropriate. So I want you to address me as Sir, understand? And also apologize for being so pathetic.”

“Yes understood Sir Clint. I want to apologize to you, Sir Clint, for just showing up at your house and being so rude.”

"And?"

"And...and I apologize for being so pathetic...Sir."

Something broke inside Ian as those words left his lips. Clint laughed spitefully. Then he pointed to a photo and wanted to know if the other man in it was Ian's boyfriend.

“This is Frank, my husband, Sir.” Ian answered submissively.

“Husband… You really went through the homo thing, huh? Where is he now?”

“He’s still at work, Sir Clint. He’ll be back in about 2 hours.”

“Too bad I still have appointments. Then I guess I'll have to get to meet him another time. But before I go, there’s one more thing,” said Sir Clint, grinning.

“You know, while I was pushing your head into the toilet earlier, I remembered something else. Do you remember your fag tax too?”

"Yes… Sir, Clint."

In fact, Ian remembered it all too well. That's what Clint and his gang called it back then when they took away Ian's money.

“To help us both process all the repressed memories, I suggest that I reintroduce the fag taxes. That’s a great idea, isn’t it Asslicker Ian?”

“Yes… Sir… a great idea.”

“Of course they will be a little higher than when we were at school. For starters, just give me all the cash you have right here at home,” Sir Clint demanded.

In a daze, Ian picked up his wallet and took out all his bills. He shook excitedly as he handed them to his bully. But Sir Clint asked whether this was really ALL the money he had at home. With a heavy heart, Ian went to the household money box and took all the bills there too.

“Well, not too bad for a first down payment. Going forward, I'll come by once a week to collect your fag taxes. I'll leave it up to you how much you think is appropriate. But believe me: if you insult me by not giving me enough, you will regret it! Do you understand, Asslicker Ian?”

“Yes Sir Clint. I understand."

Satisfied, Clint now stood up and said goodbye, saying that they would see each other at the same time next week.

Ian didn't know what happened to him. This encounter seemed so surreal. And yet it was reality. He was completely under the thumb of his old bully again. Despair began to spread within him. How was he supposed to explain the money thing to Frank? And how was he supposed to explain the bulge in his pants to himself?

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Clint was in a better mood that evening than he had been in days. He had completely forgotten how much joy it was to bully these pathetic existences like Asslicker Ian. That same day he wrote to a few of his old friends from school.

[Guys, you won't believe who I met again!]

TO BE CONTINUED….