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Meet My Bully

story based on an idea by lupi88

Content warning: bullying / cheating / homophobia / impregnation / objectification / verbal insults / violence 

Tim was once again deeply depressed when he got home. Another day of humiliation lay behind him. He actually thought he had finally put all this behind. All his life there were some idiots who bullied him. This started in kindergarten, continued throughout school, and even during his three years of college he was bullied almost daily. Now Tim had his first job. Well, it was just an internship, but he thought out in the “real” world the bullying would finally come to an end. How wrong he was… Tim was doing his internship at a large construction company. Part of this internship was to accompany one of the construction crews and write regular reports about the processes and procedures on a construction site. The crew that Tim was assigned to consisted mostly of stereotypical construction workers. They were dirty, loud, cheeky and of course homophobic. They noticed from the first second that Tim was “a faggot,” as they called it. And from day one he was a victim of thier bullying attacks. Carl Bishop was particularly cruel on him. He was by far the most arrogant, vulgar and meanest of the bunch. He never missed an opportunity to make every day on the construction site a living hell for Tim. At the beginning, Tim had at least tried to defend himself verbally against him... without a chance, of course. Carl then asked him to “fight” him. Knowing full well that Tim was vastly outnumbered by his muscular body.

As usual, there was at least one person at home who always had an open ear for Tim. His sister Jennifer, who is 6 years older. She stood by him then and now. On her advice, Tim tried to complain about Carl to management one day. But boss brushed him off.

“Mr. Norris, you know that the tone on a construction site is a little harsher than here in the office. And also, you should be very careful about accusing anyone of discrimination. Mr. Bishop has been a valued crew member for almost 10 years now and always carries out his work in an exemplary manner. It could be interpreted as slander if you're not careful," said Tim's boss.

It was bad enough that Tim had tried to find his way to his boss in vain, even though it didn't work in the end. No, it was even worse. The next day at the construction site. At a moment when there were no witnesses, Carl unexpectedly surprised him. He grabbed him by the collar and lifted him into the air.

“If you fucking faggit ever try to turn our boss against me again, you'll regret it! Is that clear!?"

"Yes, Carl... it will never happen again..." Tim said, desperately gasping for air.

"I hope so! Now apologize for lying to the boss and kiss my boots!” Carl demanded.

He now released Tim from his grasp and threw him to the ground in front of him.

Tim coughed. He was frozen.

“I’m waiting, faggot!”

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry for lying to the boss. I'm really sorry," Tim whimpered.

Carl then looked at him expectantly. Tim had no choice. He lowered his head and alternately kissed Carl's boots, which were covered in construction dirt.

"Good boy!"

Tim stood up and prepared to quickly leave, but suddenly Carl grabbed his arm.

"Are you serious? You have a boner?!” Carl wanted to know.

Tim looked down, ashamed. He was right! Why on earth had he been so turned on by this humiliating scene with Carl?

"I bet you're always walking around with a boner while secretly watching me and my buddies here?" Carl insinuated.

Of course Tim said no. But no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't talk his way out of it.

“That's what happens when you freaks are allowed to work on a construction site. You know, I don't want to see your stupid face anymore today. Go into that porta-potty over there and don’t come out until our shift is over!” Carl ordered angrily.

“Over there, … but… but…” Tim stuttered.

Carl grinned knowingly.

“I know it’s the portable toilet that’s broken. There is piss in the bowl that has been fermenting there for almost a week. Don’t you think it’s a suitable place for something as disgusting as you?”

Without waiting for Tim to answer, Carl spat right in his face.

“Come on now, hurry up!”

“Yes, sir!” said Tim and did as he was told.

Tim sat in the toilet cubicle for more than 5 hours that day. The workers' old urine smelled so bad that Tim was constantly sick. He was also hungry and thirsty. But he didn't dare leave the porta-potty until 5 p.m. His heart was racing as he jacked off. Of all places here it must be this disgusting place and of all people he was thinking of his bully Carl while jerking off...

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After that day, Carl's bullying got much worse. He didn't miss a minute to humiliate Tim. Tim hadn't mentioned the incident from a few days ago to his sister. He didn't want her to worry anymore because she had enough problems of her own. She and her fiancé, Patrick, were going through a premarital crisis. She had confided that to Tim. But what happened that day would change the lives of Tim, his sister and Patrick forever...

It was during lunch break. Tim had looked for a quiet place to eat in peace. He was going through some photos on his phone that he had taken the weekend he went on a trip with his sister. Suddenly someone grabbed his cell phone from behind and snatched it out of his hand.

“Wow, that chick is really hot!” said Carl.

Tim desperately tried to take the cell phone back from him, but he had no chance. Carl went through the pictures as a matter of course.

“Give it to me, my sister is none of your business!” said Tim angrily.

“Aha, the bitch is your sister, I see,” Carl commented.

“And don’t be so cheeky, you worm!” Carl added and gave Tim a strong slap in the face that almost knocked him off his chair.

"I'm sorry, Carl," Tim said sheepishly.

“Your attitude is really getting on my nerves! Have I still not taught you respect? I think it would be appropriate if you address me as Mr. Bishop from now on.”

"Understood…. Mr. Bishop, sir.”

“Well, thats not so difficult isn’t it? And now that that's settled, how about you introduce me to your hot sister?" Carl asked with a grin.

Tim shook his head in shock.

“That… that’s not possible Car… um Mr. Bishop. You must know my sister is engaged.”

But Carl wasn't so easily brushed off.

“Come on, boy! Of course, the effort should be worth it for you. I know how excited you are always to kiss my boots. How about the following offer: If you introduce me to your sister, then you can even lick my bare feet. Your lips and your tongue directly on my skin – that must be a real dream for you,” said Carl.

Tim's heart was racing. He should be full of rage at this incredible, arrogant, self-absorbed asshole named Carl! But there was a voice in Tim that liked Carl's offer. And that voice grew louder and louder. Besides, Jennifer had confided in him that she and Patrick were having problems anyway. And that he barely managed to satisfy her sexually...

“Agreed, Mr. Bishop. I will introduce her to you.”

Carl laughed happily.

"Of course you will. I expect your response by 11pm this evening."

Carl handed Tim his phone number.

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Shortly afterwards, Tim contacted his sister and told her that he needed to talk to her after work today. While he was sitting in the car to drive to Jennifer's apartment, Tim had another moment of doubt. He was risking nothing less than breaking off his sister's engagement! But the reward Mr. Bishop offered him was just too tempting.

“What? I’m supposed to go on a date with another guy?” Jennifer asked, horrified.

“I didn’t say anything about a date. I mean, it doesn’t hurt to at least get to know Carl.”

“Do you realize this is the worst possible time, Tim? Patrick and I have just clarified everything between us and have even set a date for the wedding. And you are our best man! I really can’t get to know anyone right now.”

“Please Jenny! Do me a favor! It's really just about getting to know Carl. Without any ulterior motives. Believe me, he’s really nice!” Tim pleaded.

The thought that Jenny would refuse and he would never be allowed to lick Carl's feet was terrible.

“Carl… Carl… Wait a minute? Isn't that the guy from the construction site who bullied you for weeks? Is this a joke?” Jennifer asked suspiciously.

“Yes, it’s that Carl. But you misunderstand. We made up. We're like friends already! He's really a great guy. He does an excellent job. He’s charming, funny and damn good looking too!”

It felt very strange to say all these words of praise about someone who has been making his life hell for half a year.

“But Tim. Even if... as I said, Patrick and I are getting married soon..."

“Please big sister. Do it for me,” Tim pleaded.

“All right. I guess I can meet him for coffee sometime on Sunday. But that’s it!” she finally agreed.

“Thank you, I love you sister!”

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[Good evening Mr. Bishop. Jennifer agreed to see you on Sunday.] send by Tim

[Good faggy! It will be worth it for her… and for you too :P] send by Carl

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When Sunday came, Tim waited anxiously for his sister to come back from the date with Carl. He waited and waited. But she didn't answer. Tim was already in bed and almost asleep when he suddenly received a message from Carl.

[Just wanted to let you know, the date with your sister is going great!] send by Carl.

A photo was attached. It showed Carl laying on a bed... with one hand on Jennifer's head as she was giving him a blowjob.

“Fuck!” Tim blurted out. Almost at the same moment, he received another text message.

[Hey Tim, thanks again for helping us with the invitation cards yesterday. You are such a big help to us! I'm really glad you're going to be our best man! Your sister wanted to meet a friend this afternoon. But she's not back yet. Is she perhaps with you?] - sent by Patrick

[Thanks, I'm happy to help you. No, shes not with me. They probably just lost track of time, don't worry! See you.] send by Tim

Tim felt terrible. He had just lied to his future brother-in-law. He had driven his sister into the arms of that homophobic asshole named Carl. He felt like a traitor... and all for permission to lick Carl's feet. Tim's little cock was rock hard. He looked at the picture Carl had sent him and jerked off to it.

"I'm scum," Tim said to himself after cumming.

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In the next few days everything was very strange. Carl actually left him relatively alone. A few minor bullying attacks here and there, but it was nothing like before. Somehow Carl seemed genuinely grateful to him. Even though Tim had to endure Carl bragging to the other construction workers that his sister had given him a blowjob and that he planned to "bang" her soon. Tim also wondered when Carl would make good on his end of the bargain. But he didn't dare ask about it.

Jennifer behaved just as strangely. She acted like everything was normal. She and Patrick went about their wedding preparations as usual. A happy engaged couple. But Tim knew how her date with Carl went...

It was late one afternoon almost a week after the date. Tim's doorbell rang unexpectedly. When he opened it there was Jennifer… along with Carl.

“Hey little brother. Sorry to rush you like that, but... well, I wanted to ask you a favor..." she stuttered.

"We want to use your bedroom," Carl said bluntly.

“Um… of course… Come in,” said Tim, puzzled.

Carl practically stomped in. He still had his dirty construction boots on and left dirt marks on the tiled floor.

“It’s really nice here… and clean. But that's what you can expect from you homos," Carl said as he looked around.

Tim flinched at the word “homo.” Apparently Carl didn't even try to pretend in front of Jennifer. She didn't show any reaction either.

“Ah, I see, the bedroom is over there. But first, give us something to drink. I’m thirsty,” Carl demanded.

Tim dutifully served them cold drinks. After Carl took a sip. Tim looked at him questioningly.

“You know, unfortunately we can’t go to my place today. And Jenny here doesn't want her boyfriend to find out about us. But since she's so crazy about my cock, she suggested your apartment as an alternative," Carl explained.

Jennifer looked down, embarrassed.

"That's okay. The room is all yours.”

“We appreciate that. I wanted to come over here to give you your reward anyway. You can take off my boots now,” Carl said in a patronizing tone.

“Thank you, Mr. Bishop!” said Tim and immediately got on his knees and took off his boots and socks

He now realized that Jenny was sitting here too. What is she thinking right now?

“Don’t worry, your sister knows. Right, honey? Don’t you want to give me a blowjob while your little fag brother licks my stinky feet clean?”

It all seemed so surreal to Tim: Carl was sitting here in his kitchen, letting him lick his feet while his big sister gave him a blowjob! When Tim dared to look up, he was immediately warned.

“Don’t you dare look at my cock, faggot! Now you’re fokus entirely on licking my feet!” Carl said menacingly.

“Yes, Mr. Bishop, sir!”

And so the only thing Tim noticed about the blowjob was the noises his sister made while she sucked Carl's cock. But that was not so bad. At least Tim finally got to lick this straight man's gorgeous feet! He wished this moment would never end.

But after a few minutes Carl said that his feet were now clean enough. He and Jenny went into the bedroom and closed the door behind them. While Tim was cleaning the tiles, he heard his sister's moans coming from the bedroom.

"Oh yeah! Carl, you are so big! You fill my pussy so well! Patrick is no comparison at all!”

Of course, Tim couldn't help but jerk off then.

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Another three weeks have passed since then. Tim and Jennifer didn't talk about Carl during this time. The wedding preparations with Patrick continued as before. Tim knew it was only a matter of time before something escalated.

“Hey, how is my favorite fag?” Carl said maliciously.

"I'm doing fine. Thank you Mr. Bishop.”

“Listen, I have another offer for you.”

Tim immediately put his documents aside and looked at Carl with interest.

“I want you to tell your sister’s fiancé about our affair.”

"I'm sorry? You can’t be serious… Mr. Bishop, sir.”

“Oh, I’m completely serious,” Carl laughed.

“You know, your sister is suffering from keeping this secret from him. And that really gets on my nerves! But she doesn't dare to tell him the truth...because she loves him so much and doesn't want to hurt him, she said. Typical women. I would tell him, but she specifically asked me not to. She doesn't want to jeopardize the wedding. That’s where you come in,” Carl explained.

"That means you want me to betray my sister's wishes and tell Patrick everything just so you don't look bad in front of her?" Tim asked indignantly.

“Watch your attitude, faggit!” Carl swore and gave Tim a hard slap in the face.

“I’m sorry Mr. Bishop…. I don’t know what just came over me,” Tim apologized.

“Like I said, it’s an offer. There's something in it for you and I don't think you'll turn it down. If everything goes well. So if the wedding doesn’t fall through and I can continue to fuck your sister without being secretive, then you can lick my feet again – on a regular basis!”

On a regular basis! Tim couldn't believe his luck. Of course he agreed. But he also knew that everything would depend on the outcome of the conversation with Patrick... It was not an easy task.

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That same evening, Tim invited Patrick to his apartment. He talked around it a lot at first, but then he finally plucked up the courage and said openly that Jennifer was having an affair.

“You’re kidding me? Jenny is supposed to be having an affair? With who? And how did you come up with that?” asked Patrick, horrified.

“With Carl Bishop. He is a construction worker at the company where I am doing my internship. They’ve been having regular... sex with each other for about a month.”

“That… I just don’t believe that… she would never do that, you’re lying!”

“I’m not lying, Patrick! I introduced them both myself! Carl really wanted to meet my sister. I arranged a meeting and she’s been obsessed with him ever since.”

“No… no… I just don’t believe it! I'm leaving now!"

"Stop! Wait here – he sent me this photo after their first date!” Tim shouted and showed the photo of Jenny giving Carl a blowjob.

Patrick was stunned and collapsed back into the chair.

"Why is she doing this to me... I thought she loved me..."

“She loves you! That's exactly the reason why I brought you here today! She loves you more than anything and still wants to marry you! It's just that Carl manages to really...well, you know..."

“… to really satisfying her?” Patrick added with tears in his eyes.

"Yes... Listen, I know it must be hard to accept this..."

“To be honest, I’ve already accepted it. You know, I've always had the feeling that I can't be the man your sister needs in bed. She is so full of sexual energy. And I have... little to offer. I don't know if she ever told you about it," Patrick said.

"She mentioned something like that..." Tim said pitifully.

“Yes, I can’t satisfy her. That's why I've even suggested to her that we look for someone who can do it for her. But your sister didn’t want that.”

“Well now she has found someone. And I think it’s very important to her that you continue to stand by her.”

Patrick took a deep breath.

“Thanks, Tim. You're right. I’ll talk to your sister right away.”

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Tim was very surprised that it was so easy to tell Patrick the truth in the end. But it was obvious that he was already aware that this would happen sooner or later. Now all that was left was to hope that Jennifer would deal well with the fact that he now knew the truth. Tim texted his sister several times over the next two days and asked how she was doing, but there was no response. He was already starting to feel really bad. It was Patrick, of all people, who contacted Tim first. He invited him to his and his sister's house on Sunday to make an announcement. Tim wondered what kind of announcement this might be. If the wedding had been canceled, then they wouldn't have invited him so ceremoniously... Mysterious.

When Tim finally stood at his sister's door on Sunday, he was sweating from nervousness. Had he now destroyed or saved the future marriage? Patrick opened the door for him. He greeted Tim warmly and brought him into the living room. He served four glasses of champagne.

“Whats the occasion for this? And who is the fourth glass for?” Tim wanted to know.

"Wait a moment, your sister and Mr. Bishop will be here soon," Patrick said.

Of course, Tim immediately listened when Patrick also referred to Carl as “Mr. Bishop”. And just a few minutes later the two came into the living room half naked. They looked very happy. Jennifer was practically beaming. After a short chat, Jenny finally wanted to make the expected announcement. But Carl pushed his way forward at the last second.

“Guess who is the new best man? Well, it’s me!” said Carl and raised his glass.

"But... but I'm already your best man..." Tim stuttered, confused.

“I know, brother, we actually planned it that way. But given the circumstances, all three of us think Carl is a much more suitable choice.”

Tim felt disappointment and, for the first time since this whole scenario began, something like regret.

“Now don’t look so disappointed, faggot! Be happy for me! Let’s toast!” shouted Carl.

"Congratulations Mr. Bishop," Tim said finally, raising his glass too.

“Hey, cuck, give me another drink!” ordered Carl Patrick.

After 2-3 glasses of champagne, Tim was finally able to accept the idea of being replaced by Carl. He definitely deserved it more.

“Besides…,” Carl added, “… you are still welcome to take on the organizational tasks. I know you were so looking forward to it. I'll just take over the role in the ceremony and make it a nice bachelor party for cuck over there," Carl said.

Jennifer and Patrick nodded in agreement.

“And now let’s finally go over to the bedroom. So that the party can finally really get started. The champagne makes me really horny. You too, right, sweety?” said Carl while kissing Jenny and unabashedly grabbed her between the legs. She giggled as he did so. Only now did Tim realize what exactly the chain was that could be seen through Carl's open shirt. He wore Patrick's wedding ring around his neck.

Within just a month, Tim's bully had managed to sneak into his family and essentially take control of all three. The thought was so absurd, repulsive and yet… Tim felt nothing but admiration for Carl in that moment.

What followed was like a strange dream again. Once in the bedroom, Carl and Jenny took off their clothes and lay on the bed.

“Can I take off my clothes while I watch, Mr. Bishop?” Patrick suddenly asked.

"Sure! Today is such a beautiful day. You can even touch your little cuck dicklet because I’m in such a good mood!”

“Thank you Mr. Bishop!”

“And you, faggot. You turned out to be really helpful. You can collect some of your reward immediately. Come here and suck my big construction worker feet!”

“Thank you very much Mr. Bishop Sir!” said Tim cheerfully.

While he immediately went to work on Carl's feet, he dared to take a quick look at what was happening further up on the bed. That didn't go unnoticed. Tim quickly looked away again. Carl laughed.

“Of course you can also watch - today is a day to celebrate. Come on faggot, take a good look at how I fuck your big sister!”

Tim had a bulge in his pants when he saw Carl's huge cock rubbing against Jenny's pussy again and again.

“And how do you like that cuck? Do you like seeing your fiancée get pleasured by a real man?”

“OH YEAH, Mr Bishop! This sight is magnificent!” exclaimed Patrick delightedly.

“Do you want me to push this big cock into her pussy now?”

“YES, please Mr. Bishop! Fuck my fiancée!”

"I thought so! I'm going to stick my cock bare in her pussy now. No condom.”

"Yes, please! Fuck her unprotected!” begged Patrick.

“As you wish cuck. But I’ve been doing that all the time anyway!” Carl laughed maliciously. While Carl sank his cock into Tim's sister's pussy, she began to moan wildly.

“Oh yes baby, you’re so big! You're so much bigger than that cuck over there! Yes deeper!” Jenny screamed in ecstasy.

As if in a hypnosis, Tim watched his sister being fucked by his bully. He would never have dreamed of this. After a while, Carl ordered him to go away. Tim sits down next to Patrick, who was also in a trance and massaging his tiny cock. No wonder he couldn't satisfy Jenny with the little thing, Tim thought. In contrast, Carl's dick was a giant.

“You know, Jenny never let me fuck her without a condom. She said she couldn't tolerate the contraceptive pill and didn't want to take any risks. But she lets Mr. Bishop in bare without hesitation... I hope he comes inside her...” Patrick whispered.

“Hey cuck, what are you whispering? If you have something to say, say it so we can all hear it!” said Carl.

“Sorry Mr. Bishop. I was just telling Tim that I was never allowed to fuck Jenny without a condom.”

"Of course not! Condoms are made for cucks like you!”

“You’re right Mr. Bishop. I wanted to ask you to cum inside my future wife.”

Carl laughed out loud.

“A cuck of the books! Well, what do you think, darling, should I do him this favor? Should I cum in you?” Carl asked as he fucked Jennifer harder and harder.

"YES, PLEASE! MAKE ME PREGNANT! I WANT TO RAISE YOUR CHILD TOGETHER WITH THE CUCK!” moaned Jenny.

“All right – here it comes!”

Carl twitched and moaned as he released his seed deep inside Tim's sister's hole. That was too much for Patrick, who ejaculated in a high arc into his own face.

“Yeah, that was good!” said Carl.

“Cuck, faggot, go make us some snacks. We need to regain our strength so we can do a second round!”

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Epilogue:

In the period that followed, Carl regularly spent time with Jenny, Patrick and Tim. Of course, Patrick and Tim were only very rarely allowed to be there when he fucked Jenny. And Tim now had to endure his bullying attacks not only at work but also at home. Carl particularly liked using it as a “footrest,” as he called it. Tim had to lie on the floor while Carl placed a foot on his neck while watching TV or using his cell phone.

Four months later the wedding finally took place. All the guests admired Jenny's baby bump and congratulated her and Patrick on their offspring. Of course they couldn't have guessed that it wasn't Patrick but Carl, the best man, who was the real father of the child. Soon after, Tim’s internship came to an end. The new construction site where Carl was now working was outside the city, which is why he rarely had the opportunity to visit Jenny. But they were all the more happy when Carl showed up again after a long time. In the meantime, they took loving care of Jenny's little son. Tim was very happy that he was allowed to be little Carl Jr.'s godfather. He hoped he would become as great a man as his biological father.

THE END