Todd Kane had been my biggest rival and bully since middle school. I'm not quite sure how it started or why but ever since we came across each other in physical science, he has always made it his goal to do better than me, and then rub it in.
I had tried to ignore it but with him always being right there, in my face, it was quite hard.
Even now as we had been seniors in high school for two months, he was still up to his old habits. Anytime I raised my hand to answer a question, he was there calling out the answer before I could be noticed by our instructor. Or he was constantly insulting me for having a lanky body, much unlike him, because Todd Kane had the body that starred in women's wet dreams. At 6'2 he had perfect muscles that rippled when he moved, a chiseled jaw, and a charming smile that always got a girl to give him her number.
Meanwhile, although I was 6 feet tall, I was more of a skinnier build, like that of a surfer.
Todd never failed to remind me that I looked like string cheese and that I was unfit to call myself a man.
It became incredibly worse though when me and him were assigned to be partners for a project in our chem class.
Our instructor told us that she expected the work to be done both inside of class as well as outside. She then began assigning groups their topics. Mine and Todd were given the basis of scintillating salts, so basically making perfume.
To be completely honest, it was an interesting subject, but the fact that I would have to work with my bully really dulled the excitement.
Turning to him I let out a sigh.
"So...where do you want to meet for this?"
Todd looked at me and scoffed.
"We'll do it at your place," he rumbled before turning back to the front of the class, not giving me a chance to speak.
"Fine," I murmured
***
Stepping into my house, I did my best to take a breath and calm myself. I knew my father wouldn't be home for another hour, and thanks to my mother deciding to leave us when I was six, that meant I would be alone with Todd until my father arrived.
We set our bags down on the floor next to the kitchen table, though I was the only one who pulled out my stuff. Looking over at Todd I arched a brow.
"Aren't you going to help me?"
Todd just scoffed. "No, you do the work and I'll make it looks good before we hand it in," he chuckled.
I was about to argue but decided that it wasn't worth it, I just decided to inform my instructor the next day.
I sat there at the table, researching and taking notes, while Todd played some stupid game on his phone.
I was brought out of my working haze by the sound of the front door opening signaling my father's arrival.
A few seconds passed by before he appeared in the walkway of the kitchen, his gaze bouncing between me and Todd.
"Hey, dad," I did my best to fake a smile. "This is Todd,"
I saw the moment he recognized who I meant.
"We're working on a chem project," I said, stifling the urge to rightfully claim all the credit.
My dad nodded before giving a welcoming smile to Todd.
"It's nice to meet you," he says before moving further into the kitchen. Todd doesn't respond, instead, he watches my father as my dad begins pulling things out of the cupboards.
For a moment I thought that Todd might have been impressed and confused by my dad's body. At 6'2 as well, my father was just as solely pure muscle, he worked very hard to maintain his healthy and strong body, despite only being in his early forties.
Some people question how a man like that contributed to the birth of someone as lean as me.
"Well, Todd, if you are willing, I'm making pasta for dinner." My dad says with his back to us.
"Pass," Todd says before standing to his feet. He grabs his bag and looks at me. "See you in class," he adds before leaving.
Once he leaves I let out a sigh.
"He's a real charmer," my dad jests
"He didn't do anything, I'm doing all the work."
My dad sighs and turns to face me.
"Talk with your teacher tomorrow, see if she can get you with another partner or at the very least give sike credit to you for the work you've done with this is over," he advised before turning back to the stove.
"Ok, Dad," I sigh and return to my work.
***
The next day before class I go to speak with my instructor and explain to her the situation. She sadly informs me that there is no one to switch partners with, but promises to give a fair grade based on the work done and by who, assuring me that if all the work is done by me, I'll receive the full credit.
The smile that I adopt falls when I turn around and find Todd standing in the doorway of the class. He glares at me for a second before turning and walking to our seats. He says nothing to me all day...or for the entire week after that.
A week and a half after I spoke with my instructor, Todd finally talks and tells me that he'll meet me at my house. I try to tell him that I have to stop and pick something up for my father but he pays me no attention.
It takes me an hour and a half to get home after driving across town and having to search for the specific ingredient that my father asked for so he could make his special recipe of lasagna. Walking into my house I stop dead in my tracts.
Sitting on the couch in my living room is Todd Kane, completely naked, while my father kneels at his feet, also naked.
Shutting the door I sputter. "What the fuck?"
"Oh look, Slim Sam is here," Todd chuckles.
"What are you doing?" I shout at him before turning to my father "Dad, what are you doing?"
"I told you I would meet you at your house," Todd shrugs. "Your father was already here, and I had been thinking of so many ways to get back at you for going to Ms. Terres," Todd explains. "And then just when I thought I had the best idea, your daddy came out of the shower...and then I knew how I was gonna get back at you." He grins mischievously and then turns to my dad.
"Suck my dick,"
I watch as my father leans forward and takes Todd's cock into his mouth.
"He fought back at first, and he was strong, but I managed to overpower him, and surprise surprise, your daddy is secretly a submissive bitch," he laughs.
"Stop this," I say as I take an aggressive step forward.
Todd arches a brow at me and smirks.
"First of all, don't you ever step to me like that again, why don't you sit your skinny ass down and watch as your father accepts his rightful place at my feet."
Swallowing deeply, I glance at my dad as he continues to slurp and gag on Todd's dick. Letting out a sigh I sit in the recliner adjacent to them.
"Second of all, why would I stop? Your daddy wants this, don't you bitch? He asks as he grabs my father by his crew-cut hair and pulls him off his dick.
"Yes, Master," my dad replies.
"Yeah you do," Todd chuckles before shoving him back down.
"Besides, it's not like anyone would believe you if you told them that I overpowered your father and made him my bitch," he says. I almost cry when I realize he's right.
"Leave my father out of this, you hate me," I beg.
"That's right, I do hate you, you and all your stupid thoughts that you are so special because you are top four in the class...I can't stand it," he growls. "But it's like I said, my original idea had nothing to do with your dad, but when I saw him, it hit me...what better way to get back at you, than to make you watch as your father whores himself out to me?"
I gape at the other boy, unable to say anything as he begins thrusting into my father's mouth. So here I sit, watching as the man I have idolized since he pulled me aside when my mother left us and promised me that he would never leave me and that he would always be there for me...sucks on the dick of my bully.
My thoughts are interrupted by Todd suddenly groaning.
"Yeah, take my load you bitch," he growls as he evidently shoots his release down my father's throat.
