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Bat Bully Learns A Lesson

For MissingKeys

By Draconicon

Lyle the Vile, as the bat was called, was hanging out at his usual post in the middle of the city park. He was keeping an eye out for potential victims - his funds were a bit low, and his parents weren't going to give him another allowance in advance - and he was trying to see if there was anyone that wouldn't fight back. There were a couple of kids that were waiting for the ice cream truck, a girl or two that looked like she had some jewelry that was worth something, but nothing particularly promising.

Heh, pity that this isn't high school anymore, he thought. Had a perfect victim there. Kole was just loaded, and waiting for me to take it right off him.

The rat had been one of his favorite victims, he had to admit, and seeing the little faggot beg for mercy had been the highlight of many weeks. It was just a pity that -

Shimmer. He stood up a bit straighter, feeling like...something had changed. The world had gotten brighter for a second, then went back to normal, but something had happened. He just didn't know what.

The bat looked around, trying to make out what had been the cause of the weird feeling, but there wasn't anything different. Even the horse driving by at the intersection to his left didn't look that different. Sure, his dick was twisted up in his steering wheel, but that was just part and parcel of the problem of being a horse, wasn't it?

...Wasn't it?

Lyle the Vile rubbed his head, feeling something a bit out of place. He hadn't seen a horse tie his dick up with his steering wheel before...had he?

Nah, they were probably all shorter or something, too limp-dicked to do something like that. Geldings or some shit.

Besides, he had something better to hold his attention. Stepping out of the same car as the horse was a familiar rat, one who was...

Lyle the Vile shook his head. That feeling that something was off was still there, but fading, and he was starting to get annoyed that he even felt that way. Hell, why would it be off to see the little rat faggot walking around with his dick out? It wasn't like Kole had anything to offer anybody, anything to threaten them. It was just one more thing that the loser did to try and be cool with everything.

But it did mean that he had his victim. That cross necklace that the fag wore was worth a couple of hundred, easily. That'd get him all the dope that he wanted for the upcoming weekend. He grinned, stepping off from his post and walking across the park.

Kole stopped as soon as they made eye contact, but Lyle didn't stop. He pulled his leather jacket that much tighter around his shoulders, hitched up his pants - which felt tighter, for some reason - and made his way over. He twirled a chain that hung from his belt loops to a lower pocket, idly threatening with it.

"Well, well, well, what the fuck do we have here? My favorite little cash source."

"I'm not here for that, Lyle."

"Oh, sure you are, faggot. Or are you here to make money, instead?"

The bat swung one of the chains up, nearly hitting the rat's balls. He missed - unintentionally, he wasn't that good at aiming the chain - and the rat took a step back. Lyle just smirked.

"Oh, you weren't here to get your balls beaten? Or were you gonna just back it up like you always did in school?"

Or...had he? Lyle swore he remembered that the rat had always been offering his ass to get out of trouble - and that he'd taken him up on that a few times - but there was a part of his mind that told him that the fag hadn't even been seen naked, let alone on someone's dick. He growled. Maybe the dope was a bad idea; it was messing with his brain, making him think things that weren't true.

The rat wasn't even looking at him. Kole was looking somewhere over his shoulder. Lyle looked behind him, but there was nothing there. He turned back, smirking.

"What's up, fag? Daydreaming of the day that you'll be able to top someone? Ain't gonna happen, bitch."

He grabbed the rat by the balls, pulling him over. That quiet voice was almost extinguished, but it complained about doing something so gay. He just ignored it; it wasn't gay to threaten a fag like this.

"Now, I ain't interested in your ass today. But if you gimme that cross, maybe I'll give you the chance to suck my dick, too."

"And if I don't?"

"Heh, feeling like you're big enough to be a man?"

He squeezed...or at least, he tried to. He swore that he should have been squeezing hard enough to crush the rat's balls, particularly considering how big they were, but no matter how hard he pushed down, he didn't feel them so much as dent. There was no give. He looked down, wondering if he was somehow pressing on something else.

No, he had those balls in hand, though they were even bigger than he remembered. Heavy, too, weighing on his palm until his wrist went limp.

"What are you doing?" Kole whispered.

"What am I doing? What are you doing, you little shit? Why are you so...so heavy?!"

He grunted, trying to pull his hand back up, but the weight of those balls was just too much. They couldn't have been more than an ice cream cup in weight, if that, but it was like trying to lift a mountain. And as he tried to push up, he found himself getting pushed down to his knees, almost like trying to lift the rat had pushed him down instead.

Giving up, Lyle yanked his hand back, crawling a foot or two away. Before he could get up, though, his pants felt even tighter, hugging his ass more than ever. The chains hanging from the back suddenly felt like a frame on either side of his ass cheeks, and his stubby tail went up for some damn reason.

"The hell...is going on..."

He felt like something was rubbing up and down between his ass cheeks, some old, clawed hand, but when he looked, there was nothing there.

"What the fuck..."

Hehehe, how does it feel to be so out of control, hmm? an old, smooth voice whispered to him. So weak that you can't even pick up a pair of balls. But then again, you've always been weak. So much smaller than the others. No muscles. No talent. Just a big, fat, bubble of an ass that makes it so hard to take off your pants. Calling everybody faggot just to keep them from doing it to you...

The bat growled under his breath, angry that anyone would dare to bring up what had happened in school. Only one person had ever called him a faggot. The principal. He got that son of a bitch fired for that sort of thing, but ever since, the leather, the chains, everything had been something to keep everyone else in their place. Nevermind that the leather felt so good around his fat ass, and made him think -

RIIIIIP!

Lyle the Vile's pants split right down the middle, the tight leather pulling his ass cheeks apart. He went wide-eyed, dropping his head down to look back between his legs. His cock and balls fell through the gap back there, and he could smell the musk of his own body now that it was released from the leather.

Hehehe, that's it. A musky little bat boy, showing off his ass to the little faggot. You know what it means when a faggot shows off to a faggot, right?

"Aziz, what are you doing?" Kole said.

Aziz? Who the fuck is Aziz? Lyle thought.

I'm just reminding him of how it works. When a faggot sees a faggot, you have to greet each other properly, don't you? Go ahead. Give that bubbly butt a good little fingering. It's as good as a handshake, after all.

Of course, every faggot knew that. They were born knowing that. It had been the same thing that Lyle had known from the start, and one reason why some people thought he was being extra rude to Kole. He'd never offered that sort of thing, even when they had both been in the showers together.

But he had accidentally done it now.

The bat tried to get to his feet, but he was still so weak. Even pushing to stay on all fours had his wrists hurting, as if they had gone completely limp, and...and...

The rat was walking closer.

"No, no, stay away! You might be a faggot, too, but you're not giving me the handshake!"

"Butt shake," Kole muttered.

"Butt shake!" he said as if he had been corrected. "You're not giving me the butt shake! Get back -"

And then, a soft, clawed finger slipped into his ass. Lyle's eyes went wide, and Lyle the Vile collapsed onto the grass, his ass up in the air and his eyes glazed over as he felt the finger going deeper and deeper.

Heh, I might have overdone it.

"What did you do? He's going to kill me."

Not likely. I'm just letting you have the revenge that you've been craving.

"This...this is messed up..."

But you like it. Heh. Don't worry. You can fuck him another time. Just finger him for now until you get all four in. As soon as he cums, the 'handshake' is over.

Lyle the Vile had no idea who the other voice was, or what they were talking about, but he knew that this was the single most humiliating moment in his life. He might have been a faggot, and he might have broken the rules by avoiding the butt-shake for so long, but Kole wasn't a big enough man to do this to him, dammit! He was going to -

"NNNNGH!"

Lay right there and take it for a while. Those fingers felt...so good, particularly when they went from one to two, then two to three. Yeah, he'd lay right there for a while...

But he'd see how Kole handled it when it was HIS turn for the butt-shake, see if he wouldn't!

The End