He had bullied you throughout junior high and high school. He was always making fun of you, calling you a faggot.  But now things had changed, you had both gone away to college and had done some growing up.  You were no longer the scared little kid, you were back then.  You had joined the track team, made yourself into a “man”.  He contacted you during the first week of summer break, said he wanted to meet you at the high school gym, and make right the things he had done and said during the past eight years.

You agreed to meet him, because, even though you were now more sure of yourself and confident in your “manliness” you were still bothered by the way you were treated in those days. Having your bully apologize would allow you to put it behind you and move on with your life with no regrets.

As you walked into the empty gym, you saw him standing there, the same familiar smug look of superiority on his face.  He saw you and smiled.  As you crossed the wood floor towards him he reached down and pulled his the tight tee shirt he was wearing over his head and dropped it on the floor.  You could now see his lean, well developed and muscular, hairy chest on display. It caused you to stumble a bit in your pace.  As you got closer he also reached down and undid the top button of his tight jeans, exposing the top of his hairy pubic bush. You hesitated in front of him and involuntarily licked your lips.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He spoke to you in that familiar, deep voice of his. “I learned in college how to spot and properly use fags, like you.  We have a couple of locker room cum dumps, that my teammates and I use to drain our balls on a daily basis.  I was a little worried about coming home for the summer and having to give up having my cock serviced several times a day.  Then I thought of you. I realized that you really were a fag, just like I had called you back in high school. You would be able to take all of the cum that my balls produce during a typical day.  I could use you, this summer, to relieve my tension and to service my cock.”

“I am not gay, and I have grown during my first year of college.  I will not allow you to bully me any more.  I am a man now.”

“Ha Ha Ha” He laughed deeply and genuinely. “Oh my god, you are serious, you really think that you are a man? Well we need to disabuse you of that idea right now.  You are not a man.  You are a fag, and your real purpose in life is to serve men. I mean….Look at you.  You can barely tear your eyes away from my body.  You have not looked me in the eyes once since arriving here today. I have no doubt that you will have your lips wrapped around the base of my cock in the next few minutes.  You are not a man, you are nothing more than my personal fuck toy and I plan on playing with my toy for the rest of the summer.”

“That is not what I want.  I do not want to suck on your cock.” 

“It really does not matter to me at all, what you want.  This is about my wants and needs.  As a man, I need to empty my balls into a nice tight hole on a regular basis.  You are that hole for the next three months, get used to the idea. But don’t worry, this is not a one way street, you will get something out of this deal as well.  In addition to the gallons of alpha cum that you will be receiving, I will also give you instructions on how to properly serve man. You will learn many new things about yourself this summer.  By the time you go back to college in the fall you will have lots of new skills, you will no longer feel the need to hide what you are.” 

“Your college dorm mates are going to be very pleased with the training you receive this summer.  You are going to make them very happy.”