bluvelvet99: Your bully wanted to give you quite the surprise for your prom. He planned carefully fo
bluvelvet99: Your bully wanted to give you quite the surprise for your prom. He planned carefully for a month, and put much more work into this surprise then he has ever, or will ever, put into anything else in his unfairly easy life. He stuffed the homecoming king and queen ballot box with ballots that had you and your date’s name on it. You and your date were shocked when your names were called to come up on stage.Neither of you were quite that outgoing, and you only ended up as eachother’s dates because almost everyone else in the school was paired up. You should have seen it coming, but at the time you were so full of adrenaline and starry eyed wonder at what seemed to be your moment in the sun that you took your date by her hand and walked her up the stage with you. You watched her get crowned, then you felt the light weight of your plastic crown being slowly placed upon your head. It might as well have been a crown of thorns. Your mom, who taught music class in your high school, was standing in the front row with a smile from ear to ear. She was so proud of you. She was taking pictures. You felt amazing.When suddenly, your mom’s face warped. You thought maybe you had spilled mustard on your shirt, but she wasn’t looking at you, she was looking at something underneath the stage. It was almost like she saw a ghost. Jinkies. The look of fear turned into a look of anger, unlike you’ve ever seen on her. Later on were sick that your mom’s pretty face ever had to be tarnished with such an emotion.Then she walked in front of the stage, and grabbed something underneath it. When she pulled it out, it was made clear that that something was a someone. It was your bully. And he was holding a string. Something about this image made you sick. As your mom chastised your bully with words you couldn’t hear and a facial expression that was loud and clear, you instinctively followed the string up and up and up and up until you saw what it was attached to. A bucket, all the way up on the rafters. A bucket that was tipping. You looked over at your date, still smiling at what was the probably the most attention she has ever, and would ever, receive in her life. You grabbed her and ran off to the left of center stage, diving to the floor, and before she could ask what the fuck was wrong with you, you heard a loud splash behind you. Then you could smell it. That coppery smell. Then you could hear it. The shocked gasps of your peers. Then you and your partner looked back at the place you both had occupied not but a half a second ago, and you saw it. It was urine.You later found out that it was your bully’s urine he had been saving up for the last month. He had been planning to give you a powerful going away present in the form of the most humiliating experience he could leave you with. Just to make sure your last memory of high school would be worse than the 3 years that preceded it. And he would have gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for your meddlesome mommy.Not a drop of urine hit you. Not only that, but even though your status as homecoming king and queen was rigged, you walked away from that school being remembered as the underdog and unlikely hero. You did it. You won, he lost.The EndOr that’s how it should have ended. A few months back there had been a student selling drugs on school property. this would have been nothing new, you came from a rough school, if it weren’t for what he was selling. He was selling date rape drugs. He was tried as an adult and would be in prison for the next 20 years. You never bought any drugs from him. In fact, you never talked to a single drug dealer during your whole high school career. His life had nothing to do with yours. The drug he was selling and his eventual arrest might as well have been in a foreign country as far as your lifestyle and experiences were concerned.One day, after leaving class, and after being tripped in the hallway by a student a year younger than you, you saw something outside of the gym looking back up at you from the floor. You were at the exact same spot where the drug dealer had been apprehended by the cops. All you could see on the ground was a pill shaped like a teddy bear, almost like it was candy.You knew what it was. You knew you should have left it there. But instead you picked it up, and walked home with your heart beating a million miles a minute. You were half convinced it was a sting operation put in place to ruin the life of anyone stupid enough to pick it up. When you got home you couldn’t look your mom in the face when she asked how your day was. You just gave her some generic one word answer and proceeded straight to your room. You put the pill in a bag and put it in the darkest corner of your bottom dresser drawer. That night you had the hardest jack off session you’ve ever had, thinking about drugging one of your pretty classmates and having your way with her body while she was knocked out, oblivious, defenseless, and unable to do anything about it. Not even necessarily one of the bitchy cheer leader girls. The thought of bouncing your cock of some of the few cuties who were nice to you as they lay unconscious drove you wild. Maybe even sitting on their faces and rubbing your asshole all over their eyes, nose, chin, and lips. Of course, you would never do this. Not just because you’d be to scared to try, but because you knew it was wrong. But holding the means to get it done in your dresser made it feel so real, so possible. So hot. you jacked off to that thought for a month straight every night.Then one day, while you were late for class, you saw a girl you liked in the hallways. One of the very few who was nice to you. You blushed when she said hi and you said hi back and walked passed her. She had such a pretty smile. And she was so down to earth for how beautiful she was. You turned around to admire her perfect plum ass as she walked away. You were going to jack off to the thought of fucking that unconscious ass that night.Until you saw HIM, your bully, walk out of the cafeteria. The halls were empty except for you three. He didn’t see you. He began saying suggestive things to the girl of your dreams. She was visibly disgusted and she tried to ignore him and walk passed with her books in her hand. When she did, he got aggressive and slapped her ass. It jiggled humiliatingly. She looked less annoyed now, and a lot more scared. She continued walking faster. He caught up to her and pushed her toward the wall. She dropped her books to put her hands in front of yourself to keep her face from slamming into the brick. He put both his palms on each of her ass cheeks and moaned as he started squeezing them. She was terrified. He gave her other bubble cheek a hard slap this time. If you were any sort of a man you would have stepped in to stop this. Instead you stood by, terrified, disgusted, and weirdly, aroused. Luckily another student came out of the cafeteria at the same time to defend her. your bully just walked away. And this superman began consoling the girl of your dreams as you walked away feeling lower than you ever had.You realized your bully was a violent asshole and a pervert. But it never occurred to you that those two worlds could collide. He wanted that girl’s ass and body as much as you did. He couldn’t take the fact that he couldn’t have her and he never would because that brain behind her pretty face didn’t want it to be. But he could have had her. You wondered if he would have bought those drugs from the dealer if he were still around. that would be his only chance with this girl. Now it was too late. But how tragic would it be if he were the one walking home that one day, and he found that pill outside of the gym. He wouldn’t be hiding it like you were, afraid to put it to use.What if he got the pill anyways, even after you already found it. What if you were the one who drugged your own crush to hand her over to him. Your cock shot up to attention so quick you thought you’d do a backflip. From that night forward your masturbation sessions involved thoughts of your bully fucking your crush in her ass while her pretty innocent face showed no signs of knowing the wiser. Then he could hawk a loogy into the side of it. It was so perfect.That’s where the thoughts started, but then you decided to follow them through to their natural conclusion. You were in a school full of beautiful girls and full of drug dealer who sold a magic little pill that made every single one of those girls vulnerable to unwanted cock. You thought of all the worst guys in your classes and all the prettiest and most lusted after women. The blondes, brunettes, whites girls, black girls, smart girls, dumb girls, and all the guys who couldn’t get them because they weren’t their type. You jacked off to each combination your could come up with, and every night you thought of something new. Then one day the well ran dry. Or so you thought it did. You tried to remind yourself of every misogynistic conversation you heard in the halls, gym showers, and locker rooms about “which bitch is the hottest,” or “which ass would your fuck.” Then one name, and one ass, popped into your head suddenly. It was your mom’s name. and your mom’s ass. You remember in music class, the football player next to you making obscene remarks about your mom as she turned to clean the board. or even the time that the bully who she just foiled, looked around the corner as she turned down it to walk to her office, so he could admire her ass. It was halloween and she was dressed like Daphne from Scooby Doo. He turned to his friend and said “Rooby Rooby RooOO!!”The thoughts of him fucking your unconscious mom flooded your mind, and your hand would be flooded with your own cum every night from that point forward thinking about it. Not just the thought of guys like him and others drugging your mom to fuck her while she was out, but the thought of you drugging her for them. It drove you insane.Of course you wouldn’t do it. Just the thought that you could made it beautiful to imagine.Then the prom happened. And you came out on top for the first time ever in your life. And while you couldn’t save your crush’s ass from your bully’s greedy palms, you saved your date from being humiliated and having her night ruined by pushing her out of the way of your bullies steamy waste. Your bully was expelled. And forced to take grade 12 again at an all boys school. You had won. And it was all cause your loving and supportive mom had spotted him in the middle of what he was doing. It was a last second difference between two quantum realities. One where you made it out on top, and the other where your loser status would have been compounded. You were thinking about this a week later. Your mom was in the kitchen singing away, as you sat down on the edge of your bed with a teddy bear shaped tablet in your hand smiling up at you. You waited with your heart beating out of your chest for your phone to vibrate with your other hand holding your cock. When your phone did vibrate, you almost came out of sheer shock. If you did, things would have been pretty different. But no, you were still hard. So when the text said “I don’t see why you want me to come by faggot. So i can piss on you myself this time? Whatever it is i’ll be there,” you were excited.You walked to the kitchen with your pill in hand. Your mom was in the back yard picking tomatoes for dinner, leaving her glass of red wine unattended. Your mom would have been furious to know that the guy who almost ruined her son’s prom memory was coming by. By the time he got there, she wasn’t in any state to know much of anything.A week ago your mom saved you from his hot, steamy piss. A week later and you had no intention of extending the same courtesy for her. In fact, you had a big pitcher of water sitting aside for your bully to drink. It was going to be a long day. Wine wouldn’t be the last thing your mom would have a stomach full of. -- source link