Bully me, again.

Joss didn’t know how much longer he could put up with this new school but he knew he was getting to his breaking point. He really didn’t want to cause his mom any more trouble. Mom had a nice new job in this town, and his younger sister seemed very happy at her new school. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. All he had to do was tune out Ing and his stupid friends. Is this what he was like when he was a bully at his old schools?

Ing used two of his fingers and shoved the side of Joss’s head again.

“Ey! Are you listening fool? We are talking to you.”

The boys hanging around Ing laughed. Mindless fools Joss thought. He could feel their leader was nothing but air.

Joss stood up fast and met Ing’s eyes. He was a few millimetres taller but that didn’t seem to deter Ing. He met his stare with a smirk.

“Gonna do something today fisher boy? Huh?”

Joss gritted his teeth, shoved the table in front of him away and walked out of the classroom. He could hear them laughing as he walked away. He went behind the school building and lit a cigarette. He puffed and tried to calm down.

Joss, his mom, and little sister had just moved for the third time because he kept getting kicked out of different schools. It was already hard for the family as mom was the only breadwinner. Dad died when he was fourteen and his little sister was eleven. After his dad’s death, his behaviour got worse. He started smoking, fighting, stealing and bullying other students. He was determined this time not to make his mom cry again and disrupt their lives. How ironic he now has had to endure bullying. He had been keeping his head down, keeping quiet and to himself. Now this wise guy in his year group was trying to make a name for himself by picking on the new kid from a little fishing village. Sighs. He put out the cigarette butt and turned around to be face to face with a school prefect. Shit.

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Okay so things could get worse and they did. Joss thought he just had to suffer through a long boring detention, maybe some chores, which he could tolerate. What made it worse was WHO was in charge of his detention. Ing. Joss had no idea Ing was in the future leaders club, which basically meant he was under the mentorship of prefects. Prefects often let their juniors do grunt work for them such as supervising detention. The moment he saw Ing enter the room he almost cried. He crouched down in his seat to look smaller but there were only five of them doing detention today and they all sat scattered about the classroom. Ing met Joss’s eyes and winked. He wrote on the board that everyone had to sit silently and do homework or study. Joss took out his books and started on his homework. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. And like that two hours had passed and the Prefect came in and let everyone know they could leave. Joss started to leave when he heard the prefect’s voice.

“Joss please wait.”

There was a whispered exchange between Ing and the prefect named Nail.

“Joss follow Ing, your detention isn’t over.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so that’s why.”

Joss bit his tongue and nodded. The sun had already set and now it was going to get more difficult to explain to his mom why he was so late. He hoped he would be home before his mom so he could lie about what time he really got home.

He slumped his shoulders and walked behind Ing. They got to the small gym and into the locker room area.

“You are gonna help clean up here boy, next time don’t get caught smoking huh ”

“The janitor normally cleans here, what do you want me to do?”

“Pick up the towels and dirty clothes from the volleyball team. The team manager didn’t come to school today. Bag them and get them to the laundry room. Then get the balls, and cones.”

“......”

“Why are you looking at me like that huh!?”

In his mind, Joss already thought of nine ways to beat the crap out of Ing. He was trying his best to be a good boy.

Joss sighed and put his bag down on the benches in the small locker room. The school had a larger gym on the other side of the school but this smaller gym space was mostly used by the badminton and volleyball teams of the upper school. The locker room stunk to high heaven but he took courage. He could do this. He got the hamper from the corner and started to pick up towels and whatever he saw on the floor. Ing snickered behind him sticking close to him and murmuring little insults under his breath but loud enough for Joss to hear.

“You might have a future in this if fishing fails .”

“Doesn’t the smell bother you or do the fish smell worse.”

“...”

As he was about to drop the towels in the hamper, Ing used his foot to push the hamper forward just out of Joss’s reach. Joss tried again to put the towels again, Ing kicked it forward again. They did this three more times and Joss got more and more angry. Snap. Joss felt the heat rise up from his collar and his face got hot. He snapped and grabbed Ing by the collar and shoved him hard into the lockers.

“OOofff..” the wind got knocked out of Ing and the frustration welling up in Joss for months now was releasing.

He grabbed him again and slammed him into the locker harder two more times.

“Aahhh...Aahhh”

Ing’s eyes started to shake as his saw the fury in Joss’s eyes. Joss growled in Ing’s face and slammed his fist into the locker right a few inches away from the now scared boy’s face.

“Wait Fis... I mean Joss. Calm down.” Ing’s voice trembled.

Joss gritted his teeth and looked around trying to calm himself. Then he saw something that gave him a wicked idea. He grabbed Ing tighter by the collar, picked up something he saw hanging out of an open locker and yanked a trembling Ing farther back into the locker room. He shoved him into the last shower stall and threw some garments at him.

“Put this on.”

Ing looked confused for a moment and untangled the clothes till he could recognise it was a uniform, a girl’s uniform. A top and a skirt.

“I can’t...” He stopped speaking when he saw the dark expression on Joss’s face. He had never seen this much emotion on his face before. Normally he just has blank expressions, annoyance and indifference. This dark expression made his spine shiver and Ing knew he had better comply or there would be worse to pay.

His fingers trembled as he took off his shirt and put on the blouse. He started to put the skirt on over his pants and was met with a hard boot to his shoulder.

“Take off your pants and underwear first. Do I look like I’m playing right now?” Joss’s voice was cold as ice. His tone was even and he did not shout.

Ing watched Joss’s jaw work. He complied. He was now dressed in a girl’s skirt that stopped at this thigh and his lean muscular upper body made the blouse fit him snugly. As he turned to face Joss fully he saw the flash of a camera. Joss took several pictures.

“Turn around and face the wall. Both hands on the wall.”

Ing felt his stomach flip-flopping and churning. His ears were buzzing. This was getting worse and worse. He fought against tears and slowly complied.

“Put your hands higher. Higher.”

As he raised his hands higher he noticed his backside stuck out more and the pleated skirt parted and exposed him. He closed his eyes, expecting Joss to snap more pictures. He waited to hear the familiar clicking sounds but they did not come. He heard instead the clanking of metal; he turned his head just in time to see the belt making contact with his bare flesh. Ing screamed out and started to move away. Joss stepped into the shower stall and grabbed him by the hair. His hair was long and thick. It felt like Joss was ripping it from his scalp. Tears immediately welled up in his eyes.

“Please, don’t do this.”

“shhhh......” Joss whispered in his ear. “The more you fight the longer this is gonna take. I am correcting your behaviour. Let me tell you, being a bully brings you nothing but trouble. Trust me, I know. ”

Joss placed Ing’s hands back in position. Ing whimpered but did not move again. He didn’t dare look back again.

“Hike up your skirt Ing.”

Ing shifted the skirt up and bit his lips.

“Twenty okay?”

Josh struck him on his ass, again and again, alternating between cheeks. Ing whimpered and whined, but did not cry out again. His knees trembled. His mind was struggling to process what was happening to him right now. Was he really in the school locker room, dressed in a girl’s uniform and being spanked with a belt by the new kid? The new weak kid that never fought back even when he and his friends played pranks on him and got him in trouble? And was this tension building up in his lower abdomen?

Joss drove the belt down harder and harder with each strike. Ing’s ass was swollen with red welts across it. Sweat was forming all over his skin making the top he was wearing cling to his skin. There was nothing that was hidden from Joss’s eyes.

Joss noticed Ing’s whimpering sounds became more and more erotic to him. He was practically moaning. He liked this a bit too much. Ing was whimpering and moaning louder and louder. He could see Ing was struggling to remain standing. Joss’s breathing was getting heavier as he exerted more force. When he got to twenty Ing slumped down in the shower. He went over and lifted him to a standing position and supported him. His face was red and swollen, streaked with tears. Ing lolled rested his head on Joss’s shoulder and he gently cupped Ing’s bruised bum. He looked over at it to see all the welt. He could feel Ing’s hardness resting on his thighs. Joss turned Ing back around to face the wall so he could look at his butt again. He reached between his legs and started to stroke his length. His other hand gently rubbed his sore butt cheeks. The little stings from him rubbing his sore butt made him feel hotter. Ing moaned, arched his back and stuck out his butt more to give Joss more access to him. Joss’s hand was a little rough but the pleasure was almost unbearable. Ing bit his lips and gave himself over to Joss’s touch. It didn’t take long for Ing to cum and the evidence spilled on the floor. He was panting and closed his eyes as he saw stars everywhere. It took almost a minute for him to realise what had just happened and that Joss was still caressing his butt cheeks softly.

Ing shoved him off, he staggered a little but was able to stand on his own. They stared at each other for a moment. A long tension-filled moment. Joss’s eyes scanned all over Ing and noticed when looked down the skirt formed a tent in the front. Ing was trying his best to keep it down. He was still hard. His bum was stinging and hot from the force of Joss’s anger. Ing also noticed the bulge in Joss’s pants. Ing trembled a little as a rush of emotions flooded over him he was struggling to process- anger, fear, confusion, entrancement, and desire. He swallowed hard and used the back of his hand to wipe the tears that still lingered on his cheeks.

Ing then shoved past Joss and picked up his clothes. He went into another stall and slammed its door shut. Joss stood rooted in the spot for a while, staring into the empty stall that had just been occupied by a whimpering Ing with his cum still on the floor, before putting on his belt. He took his bag up and left.

What just happened?