My bully, Rob, my girlfriend, Sara, and I all attended the same college. I was more of a square, while Sara hung with Rob’s crowd – they were part of the ‘cool kids’ kliq, I guess you could say. Rob was a year older than Sara and me and loved talking to my girl. The big bully saw me as no more than an irritating fly that would not go away when he wanted her company. They’d talk during classes, and when I asked Sara what she saw in that brute, she said she saw a manly man, someone different from me.
I know she didn’t mean that as an insult, but that’s how I took it. I mean, Rob was athletic. I, on the other hand, was meek, and wasn’t the coolest cat in the school. The fact was, I was lucky Sara even gave me the time of day. We weren’t as physical as I would have liked, and sex wasn’t something she seemed to be into when we were together. I was content with our love, however. She and I had an unbreakable emotional connection.
As our relationship evolved, so, too, did her friendship with Rob. There were times she’d go to keg parties with him, house parties as his date, and even spent nights hanging out with him at the gas station where he worked.
Rob enjoyed bullying me around in front of people. I once saw my girlfriend talking to him in the hallways, and as I approached them, Rob, with one hand, pie-faced me into the ground, which garnered laughs from everyone around us. Another time, I crashed a house party and saw Sara sitting on Rob’s lap, whispering things in his ear. When Rob saw me coming, he got up, twisted my arm behind my back and literally threw me right out of the party.
I always tried to conceal my humiliation from my girl, but she always caught wind of whatever Rob put me through. Straight from the horse’s mouth, actually – Rob always bragged about his domination of me. I once asked her for help after Rob suffocated me with his jockstrap and was relieved that she promised to talk to him for me.
I saw Sara enter Rob’s 4×4 truck parked behind our school the next day as I went to class. When I came back out about 40 minutes later, I seemed to have everyone’s attention. It was like people were waiting for my reaction to something. Some of my friends wouldn’t make eye contact with me, while other students snickered as I walked by them. The windows of Rob’s truck were fogged up, for some reason – I assumed they were ‘hotboxing’ with some good weed, lucky them. I knocked on the passenger’s window, and out came my girl, a smile on her face, her hand wiping away a dripping transparent liquid stream from the side of her mouth. I looked up at Rob who had an ear-to-ear smile on his face. He winked at me and zipped up his jeans.
When I caught up with her, Sara said that Rob was willing to go easy on me, which I was relieved to hear.
“I made him see that you’re more than just a beta male,” My girl said to me, kissing my lips, which seemed glossier than usual. My girlfriend’s lips tasted unusually salty, too. “He won’t be so hard on you now.”
Sara was partially right about Rob no longer bullying me. Rob did indeed stop picking on me just because he could, and instead, slapped me around a little anytime I didn’t do things to his satisfaction. You see, Rob realized that my girl wasn’t just dating some schlub, that I was able-bodied, worked hard, and had a can-do attitude. As such, my bully hired me to be his errand boy. In exchange, he offered not to beat me up anymore. It was a deal I couldn’t refuse, even if I wanted to.
ONE MONTH LATER
Suffice it to say, Rob had broken me by that point. One day I was in his dorm room scrubbing the big bully’s toilet when he suddenly warmed me to hurry up and get out.
“I got a girl coming over soon,” Rob said to me. “You gotta be outta here before she arrives. She doesn’t want you to see her sucking my big dick”.
Without missing a beat, I hustled. However, I didn’t see what the big deal was if I happened to see the girl. My bully had plenty of different girls over while I cleaned up his apartment, ironed and washed his clothes, and prepared his meals. Why couldn’t I see the latest girl who was going to worship the big bully?
“Is she shy or something? “I asked, trying to make conversation.
“Or something,” Rob replied with a smirk.
“Cool. Is she anyone I know? “This seemed to amuse Rob as he grew an ear-to-ear smile.
“Oh yeah, “He devilishly replied with a wink. “But not as well as you think.”
His response was cryptic, but I paid it no mind. Besides, it was impressive how easy it was for Rob to score chicks, at least to me. Women were naturally drawn to him, and he never had a problem sealing the deal. He’s had all kinds of women – club girls, corporate lawyers, doctors, even his bosses. I’ve tagged along behind Rob holding his bags and idly waited while strangers flirted with him, each girl going home with his number. Hell, I even drove Rob around while girls attempted and struggled to suck his huge cock. They all tried to handle his full girth, and from what I saw, most girls could only handle half the size of Rob’s thick dick.
I hadn’t been spending as much time with Sara by that point also, but it’s wasn’t like she was sitting home waiting for me. Like Rob, she was popular, and part of the same social circle as him. Sometimes when she was free, I was too busy tending to Rob’s needs, and when I was free, she was out who-knows-where. Our busy schedules began to distance us. I knew I had to start spending less time taking care of Rob if I ever want to rekindle the romance between my girl and me.
I flushed the toilet for Rob as he got up to wash his hands. My bully grabbed a paper towel, dried his hands, and threw the crumpled-up paper at my head. The paper towel ricocheted right into the wastebasket. I didn’t even question whether he was aiming for the trash.
I was proud of myself for finishing Rob’s chores earlier than I usually do. When I opened the front door to leave, my girlfriend was standing there, her hand raised, indicating she was about to knock. What was she doing here? Rob said he had a girl coming over to suck his big dick. I was trying to leave hastily so I wouldn’t cockblock him, but now that my girl was there, my hustle was all for naught. Now I had to convince her to leave with me before Rob’s girl arrived.
Strangely, Rob was just looking at the two of us with his arms crossed, curious as to what was about to unfold between the three of us. It was like he was expecting my girl to be there. Could he have invited her, and if so, why would he do that knowing his mystery girl was about to worship his big cock?
“Oh, hi honey,” I said with a look of confusion on my face. “He’s got company coming, so I’ll walk you out. What are you doing here, anyway?”
“I told you what she was doing here, numb-nuts,” Rob laughed over my shoulder. “At least, what she will be doing.” This time Sara was the one who got the wink.
“Oh no…” I muttered.
“Oh yeah,” Rob replied as he pulled my girl into his room by her arm, placed his foot on my ass, and shoved me right out the door. ”Fuck yeah.”