Having a bully in college isn't something that I had expected. Usually all that gets left behind in highschool, but this was not the case for me for whatever reason. I probably look like an easy mark, but still... Just because I'm not as muscular as the other guys or because my personality is a little more feminine. That's no reason to give me such a hard time, right? Chuck didn't care though, he took every opportunity to belittle me, calling me a sissy and all kinds of slurs. I was scared to run into him every time I left my dorm. He's never shaken me down for money or anything but he definitely could, he had your typical jock build and there was no way I'd ever match him in strength. All I could do was run away any time I saw him.
Even worse, I'd find myself thinking of him sometimes at night. He was so tall and muscular. One night, I was particularly pent up and my thoughts wandered over to him from that day. He's always ready for some sport or another, wearing baggy gym shorts and the imprint I saw was huge. Before I knew it, I was starting to imagine what could be underneath those shorts and my hands started to drift down below my waist. Gently touching myself as I imagined what it would look like for those pants to slowly slide down. Now I had myself wondering what it would taste li--
No no no, he's a bully! It's getting late anyway, I should just go to bed. Unfortunately, my dreams had no such sense. I found myself in a skirt walking around campus before he found me. Without a word he grabbed my throat and pressed me against a wall. Holding me with one of his legs between mine lifting the skirt and I could feel his knee against my dick. I woke with a start as the alarm saved me. It did save me, right? Why do I feel sad about the interruption?
Throughout the morning I couldn't shake the dream and I found myself aimlessly wandering through the campus. I must have walked by the building my class was in at least three times. Was I really looking for this man that has tormented me? Eventually I see him, but theres no way I'd do anything so I quickly tried to get past. Clearly I'm just out of sorts. I just need to go to class and all of this will fade away. However, as fate would have it, I caught his attention as I tried to escape.
"Hey sissy," He called out. "just let me know when you're finally ready to take that last step!" He laughed as he gestured towards his crotch.
I saw the same bulge as before and I felt my little clitty stir. My eyes went wide and I must have been blushing as I quickly averted my gaze and fled. Finding the nearest bathroom as I thought I heard him say "no way" almost under his breath. I quickly found a stall and sat down, my heart was racing and I tried to control my breathing as my dick was still throbbing under my pants. I was so distracted I didn't even hear someone follow me into the bathroom and now they were standing in front of my stall.
"You didn't even lock the stall, eh sissy?" a familiar voice said. "You're finally ready, aren't you?"
He pushes his way into the stall and suddenly I'm looking up at him. I could feel my eyes were still wide and my cheeks flushed. I tried desperately to hide my clitty, but I was cornered.
"I have to say, you do look cute." he said. "But, you look apprehensive too."
He smirked. "I'll tell you what. I'm going to give you a choice right now. No words needed, you just nod yes or no. No, and I'll leave, I won't even call out to you anymore, you'll be rid of me for good. But yes..."
He leaned closer and lowered his voice. "And I'll fuck you senseless right here in this stall, you'll finally get to see what was in the pants you keep staring at."
What!? He was so direct, my mouth hung open as I weighed my options. I could finally be rid of him, and I don't want to be fucked, right? This should be an easy choice. I looked up at him, my dick still throbbing, surely I would say no. But my eyes started to wander and landed on the imprint of something massive in his pants. I felt myself nodding yes before I could even think about it.
