He had been bullying me since grade school. In the halls he would tease me and take my lunch money. In the locker room he would call me a fag and make fun of my size. He was always verbally abusing me and making me feel like less of a man. 

Today he stepped up the abuse.  He was showing off for his friends. The verbal abuse became physical.  He pushed me against the wall and wrapped his hands around my throat. As he choked me I shuttered and twitched. He easily lifted me off the floor, my feet dangling. He felt so masculine using my weakness to impress the guys he hung out with. I could not help myself, my toes curled and I came in my pants. Having this stud abuse me caused me to shoot a load.

Since he was standing between me and his buddies, I think he was the only one who realized what happened. I fully expected him to out me, to make fun of my orgasm, further humiliating me in front of his friends. Instead he lowered me to the floor, leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Meet me in the locker room after school, faggot. I am going to fuck you and make you my bitch.”

As I heard the words, my cock chubbed up again instantly. I knew I would be in the locker room waiting for him. All those years of bullying had trained me to understand he was superior and that my role in life was to serve him.