The smirk on Jordan’s face while he looked at me said it all. My high school bully was going to fuck my girl at my prom, and there was nothing I could do about it.

It started in high school. Jordan was part of a preppy, upper-class income kind of group, always picking on me and making me look bad in front of my friends. He was the bane of my existence, and although I wasn’t part of any clichéd clique, I was bullied more than anyone in the school, just by him.

I wasn’t the most popular guy at first, but that changed the more Jordan teased me – it wasn’t long before everyone at school knew me as Jordan’s little wimp. I had friends of my own, but they were nowhere to be found when Jordan was around, not wanting my humiliation to seep on to them. I could hardly blame them and never held any resentment towards anyone for not helping me. But for the most part, as long as Jordan wasn’t in in the room, I was able to interact with other students like a regular guy, without worry.

Jordan’s harassment bothered me at first, but I became accustomed to Jordan’s ordeals, enduring them, even expecting them. Likewise, Jordan became accustomed to my obedience after a while. It got to the point where Jordan had me do things for him in exchange for not getting slapped around or embarrassed in public. Doing his homework meant not getting stuffed in a locker. Lending him my car with a full tank meant not getting my head dumped in any piss-filled toilet. Cleaning his skates and hockey equipment meant I wouldn’t be getting tossed in any dumpsters. I appreciated the out, as it was hard to wash the stink of garbage off me after being stuck in a disposal for hours.

To honest, I really didn’t mind the things I did for Jordan. I liked the work, I liked being productive. Even though Jordan was my bully, I began to see him as an authority figure, even though we were the same age.

Everything changed when I met Julia. She went to another school up the street from ours, and we met at a competitive rally, bumping into each other while getting refreshments. Something just clicked as soon as we saw each other, neither one of us could stop smiling around one another. Looking at her was like looking at a work of art. She was brunette on the swim team and on the honor roll, so she was beautiful and smart. The way she looked at me made feel, for the first time ever, like I was more than just Jordan’s lackey. I chose not to mention anything about Jordan to her.

I wanted to be better for her. I started to break away from Jordan, coming up with excuses as to why I couldn’t help him when he would summon me. After a while, he got irritated and confronted me about slacking off from my “duties” to him. My bully was angry that he had to sharpen his own skates and tape up his own hockey stick before practice. I told Jordan I wasn’t going to be able to help him anymore, making up some bullshit about evolving and being my own man. Shoving me against the locker, Jordan held me up with my shirt clenched in his fists, getting in my face about my sudden bravery. I stood my ground though, even though he dragged me out to the dumpster by my hair and tossed me into it with ease.

I avoided Jordan well for the next little while. When I did see him, I found ways to elude him. I started spending my time with Julia, taking her out and hanging out at her place, so I wouldn’t be seen by my high school bully. As such, my life was Jordan-free for weeks – he was out of sight, and out of mind. In that time, I was convinced Julia was the love of my life.

Though we were both eighteen, we had not yet had sex. Although we didn’t talk about it, the unspoken idea was that we were going to do it for the first time at my school’s prom. I asked her to go with me in theatrical fashion, pre-paid for a limousine for the night, and even spent the money I earned from part-time jobs on a five-star hotel room for us.

Things changed between us a couple of weeks before prom night, however. The sweet girl I fell in love with wasn’t acting so innocent. She was dressing provocatively, almost slutty. She seemed more confident and assertive, often texting, and giggling with someone else right in front of me. When I asked who she was talking to at dinner one night, she told me a friend of hers had introduced her to some guy she found fascinating. I didn’t pry, but it was clear that she was rather taken with whoever this new guy was that she had met.

I wasn’t a jealous type of guy, at least I hadn’t been up to that point. Either this new guy in her life was just a friend, or I had competition. I figured if I had to tell my girlfriend that she was mine, then she wasn’t really my girlfriend in the first place. I wasn’t concerned that she was going to start dating someone else because I felt that she would see me as her true love if she had someone to compare me with. But the change in her was congruent with this new guy she met. It didn’t take long before I began to feel out of her league, like she had evolved, and could do better than me.

On prom night, Julia dropped a bombshell on me in the limo. The new guy she was talking to went to my school, and he was going to be at the prom! She kept that from me because she didn’t want to make things awkward between myself and Jordan.

That was the first time she said his name.

Jordan.

I never thought to ask what the guy’s name was. It had no relevance. The guy she was talking to had no identity to me, and now that I knew who she was talking to, my heart was beating rapidly. I was sweating, I didn’t look good at all. I was getting faint, panicking, trembling. The possibility that she could have been referring to some other Jordan was unlikely – he was the only one with that name in our grade. I was so lost in my love for Julia for the last several weeks that I hadn’t even entertained the thought of bumping into Jordan at the prom, or what he could do to me if I did. How humiliating would it be if he bullied me in front of my own girlfriend?

I made a fool of myself at the prom within the first five minutes of arriving. I looked terrible, so meek and scared of my own shadow, knowing that at any minute, I was going to be face to face with my bully, in front of my girlfriend. Julia was embarrassed, but stuck by my side, coddling me as I tried to get a hold of myself. I asked her if Jordan had mentioned anything about me, and she looked at me confused. I had never mentioned anyone named Jordan to her, so she didn’t think we knew each other.

“The only person he ever talked about at your school was some wimp he liked to bully around.” She said to me, shrugging her shoulders.
“What did he tell you, exactly?” I trembled, barely getting the words out.
“About what?”
“About this so-called wimp?”
“I don’t know, some kid who goes here he liked to have fun with.”
“What kind of fun.”
“Why?”
“Just…what did he say?”
“Geez, I don’t know…he mentioned some stuff. Shoved the guy into a locker a few times, I think he got tossed into a garbage truck.”
“Dumpster.”
“What?”
“He got tossed into a dumpster.”
“Oh, you saw it?”
“It happened a lot.”
“Wow, how funny was that?”
“It wasn’t funny.”
“Oh, lighten up, the kid clearly liked the attention. Any sort of man would have stood up for himself.”
“So he didn’t defend himself, that makes him less of a man?”
“Of course!”
“How could you say such a thing?”
“Honey, no girl is attracted to a spineless wimp. You chose who you want to be in life.”
“You’re saying this kid chose to be a wimp?”
“Well, yeah, duh.”
“Hmmmm….”
“Actually, from what Jordan mentioned, this kid was volunteering to do his homework, sharpening his hockey skates, hand-washing his jockstrap…”
“Because Jordan told him to!”
“If Jordan told him to jump off a bridge, should he?”
“That’s different!”
“Whatever. Jordan told me this little shit was going to be here tonight.”
“This little shit…”
“Geez, lighten up, what’s with you all of a sudden?”
“You’re defending a bully.”
“What?”
“You’re vouching for a bully!”
“I was thinking about that…is he really a bully, or is he just confident?”
“There’s a fine line between confidence and cockiness. Assertiveness and arrogance.”
“You’ve clearly got some issue with Jordan. Honestly, I didn’t even think you two would know one another. I know he goes to your school, but you two are polar opposites.”
“Everyone knows who Jordan is, Julia.”
“Yeah, he’s popular, confident, hot…”
“You think he’s hot.”
“Oh relax, just because I find someone attractive doesn’t mean I’m marrying them. Hey, why the hate for Jordan?”
“Because Julia…. because…Jordan…. Jordan was…he was my bu—”
“There’s Jordan!”

Julia sprung up and walked over to Jordan, who looked very GQ with his slicked-back hair, and buff in his black tuxedo. Julia and he looked like a model couple standing together. After they greeted each other with a hug. Julia took his hand and walked over to me.

“Jordan, this is my boyfriend, this is—” Julia started to say before Jordan interrupted her.
“No. Way,” Jordan said, his mouth open. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard.
“I was just about to tell you, sweetie,” I said to Julia. “Jordan knows me well.”
“You’re her boyfriend?!” Jordan said, eyebrows raised.
“Wait…,” Julia said, hands on her head. “I can’t believe I didn’t figure this out…”
Jordan laughed hysterically, walking over to me, and putting me in a headlock, messing up my hair with his knuckles.
“This is the guy!” My bully said to my girlfriend, still laughing. “This is the little shithead I’ve been telling you about.”
“Oh my God.” She said very incredulously. “This is amazing. This is just…wow.”

Jordan broke the headlock, smacked my cheeks a few times and told me to get some punch for him and his date.
“She’s my date,” I said, defiantly. Jordan took his hand and placed it on my face, pushing me away.
“Not anymore, she’s not.” He said to me, walking towards her.
“You came stag?” Julia asked Jordan, surprised.
“Yeah,” he replied, nodding to his buddies at a table. “Bunch of us single guys came here together. None of us will be leaving together, through.”
“But all the girls here are here with their dates,” she said, flirtatiously.
“It’s not who you come with, it’s who you leave with.” He said to her with a wink and a smirk. Julia’s legs quivered as she smiled back.

My girlfriend and my bully both turned to me and smiled at the same time as I handed over their glasses of punch. Jordan was smirking, he didn’t even have to say anything. Julia was no longer looking at me with eyes of love and adoration. Instead, she looked at me the way one looks at a film screen projecting a movie.
“Tell. Me. EVERYTHING.” She said to Jordan, her hand stroking his arm.
“I got a better idea.” He said, chuckling, thumbing to me. “I’ll make HIM tell you everything.”

I will never forget my prom night. I gave my date a tour of the school, with my bully by her side, showing her all the places Jordan tormented me, detailing examples of the ordeals he put me through. I showed her every dumpster and locker I was ever inside of, the urinals my head was placed in while he pissed, the locker rooms I received wedgies in, and the libraries and study halls I did his homework in.

I watched my bully and my girlfriend dance to our song at the end of the actual prom, and at one point, with her back to me, Jordan grabbed her ass while looking at me over her shoulder. I saw everyone look at me and snicker at that moment, including Jordan, who was giving me the finger while grinning ear-to-ear. I went to the bathroom to get a hold of myself, and when I came out, Jordan and Julia were sitting at the table…making out.

“It’s not who you come with, buddy,” Jordan said to me with a smirk on his face after seeing me coming. “It’s who you leave with.”

I looked over at Julia. She looked back at me with a look that told me we were done.

I grabbed my jacket and began to walk away, but surprisingly, Jordan yelled at me to come back.

“Aw, don’t leave, buddy!” He said.
“I really want to get out of here, Jordan,” I said, head down.
“I said don’t leave,” Jordan replied, no look of amusement on his face at all.

I sat in front of my bully and my now ex-girlfriend in the limo I paid for, watching Julia kiss his lips, taste his neck, whisper things in his year. Jordan kept looking at me, knowing how much this was tormenting me. He was bullying me all night without even trying. At his instruction, I took a picture of Jordan giving me the thumbs-up with my girlfriend’s lips in his ear, and posted it to Instagram, hashtagging the photo with #promnightcuckold. Later, I stood outside the limo having a smoke with the driver as the car shook back and forth.

“Fuck, that kid’s the man.” The limo driver said. “Isn’t that the girl you came with that he’s banging in there?”
“Yeah,” I replied, watching the car increase its rocking pace. The car was almost bouncing, that’s how hard my bully must have been fucking my ex-girlfriend 5′ away from me.
“Wow. Sucks to be you, dude. Hey, you think he’ll let me fuck her?”
I shot the limo driver daggers as I stomped my cigarette butt out. Jordan suddenly rolled the window down and, looking sweaty, told me to go get him some water. Steam was coming out of the limo, which said a lot about how hard my bully was fucking my girl.

“Hey, I’m billing your ass for any cumshots on the upholstery, dude.” The limo driver said to Jordan.
“Just bill the wimp,” Jordan said with a smirk, reaching his arm out for a fist bump to the driver, who reciprocated. A pair of hands pulled Jordan’s head back to the action. Julia wasn’t finished worshiping my bully.

Thankfully, Jordan didn’t fuck Julia in the limo. He made it clear to me that the hotel room I rented was going to be the place he nailed my girl. I thought about leaving, but the truth is, I didn’t want to. I wanted to see how this was going to play out. Jordan didn’t force me to stay, and if he told me to leave, I would have been disappointed. But the vibe I was getting was that Jordan wanted me around, likely for the story – he could tell everyone that he took my girlfriend away and made me watch, no doubt.

Things changed when the three of us got to the hotel room. A whisper in Jordan’s ear from my girlfriend caused Jordan to hand Julia his phone, walk over to me with mischief written all over his face, and before I knew what hit me, I was getting a wedgie. I saw Julia take a picture with Jordan’s phone, and just like that, Jordan opened the door with one hand and shoved me out the door with the other. I landed on my ass, and when looked back at my bully, he smiled at me, gave me the finger, and slammed the door. I could hear my girlfriend and my bully laugh at me from behind the door as I walked away.

Jordan sent me a text about 20 minutes later of my girlfriend’s mouth with a full of my bully’s big cock. “She says she never sucked a dick before, dude.” His message said under the photo.

That made it official. My bully had corrupted my girlfriend with his big dick.

24 hours later, the hotel management called to inform me that I would not be getting my deposit back, as there were damages to the bedsprings, headboards, and walls behind it. I knew that was Jordan’s last fuck-you to me, and I knew how hard he must have fucked my girlfriend in order to inflict that kind of damage to the bed.

Julia severed ties with me, telling me that, although she did feel bad about the way she was dumping me, she couldn’t help her feelings for Jordan. She told me she wasn’t in love with him, but her infatuation with such an alpha male overpowered any sort of romantic feelings she had for me. And with that, I was an afterthought to the girl of my dreams.

“I know what happened to you was wrong,” Julia’s message to me said. “And I know what a bitch I must have looked like the way I went along with what Jordan did to you at Prom…but I can’t help it. Your bully is fucking amazing to me. Fucking amazing.”

I eventually had to block Jordan’s number from my cell, because he would send me pictures of my girlfriend doing things to him, specifically his big dick, things I had only seen in porn. I was so far beyond heartbreak, to the point where I had no choice to block Jordan because my dick was starting to twitch looking at how my girlfriend worshiped my bully.

THREE MONTHS LATER

I was happy high school was coming to end, eager to start college in a different city. The few days that remained at school were difficult, as I had become a laughing-stock, thanks to my bully stealing my girlfriend on prom night.

I spent the summer preparing to relocate, getting an apartment to be shared with a fellow freshman, to be selected by the college. I also got a part-time job close to my college dorm room. I moved in a few days early, tidying up the space, and took dibs on the bigger bed. I met a girl in the cafeteria named Stephanie, who gave me her number the second time I saw her. I couldn’t wait to start college!

One day I walked into my dorm room and saw all my stuff tossed on the other smaller bed parallel to the one I had claimed. I could see luggage on the floor and heard movement from the closet.

“Hello?” I shouted. “You must be my new roommate. My name is—”

I froze and went wide-eyed as my new roommate turned around, raised his eyebrows, and smiled, which led to him bursting out in laughter.

“No fucking way,” Jordan said to me. “You’re my new roommate?!”

Just then, there was a knock at my door. Jordan’s eyes and mine turned to the door at the same time as the door opened. I swallowed hard as Stephanie walked in, popping in for a friendly visit. She was about to say something to me, but was immediately distracted by the alpha male in my presence.

“Hello,” Stephanie said to Jordan, reaching out to shake his hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Stephanie.” The girl I had just gotten to know could not take her eyes off my high school bully.

“You didn’t tell me your roommate was so cute!” Stephanie said to me, elbowing me in the ribs. My eyes went to Jordan, who looked back at me and winked.

“Oh, I’m sure he didn’t tell you a lot of things,” Jordan replied with a smirk.