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Bat Bully's Lesson Continues

For Limemas

By Draconicon

College wasn't the best hunting ground for a bully, but Lyle the Vile had dealt with far worse in his attempts to bring down the people he saw as under him. And right that moment, Kole felt so far beneath him that he wanted to just crush the rat under his heel.

The bat stomped through the hallways, his fingers clenched into fists at his sides. His ass still hurt from the 'butt shake' that he had been put through in the park, and he still couldn't believe that he'd gone through something like that.

And the fact that he'd started thinking of himself as a faggot...

No, I'm not a faggot. I ain't a faggot. Never been one, never will be one, and Kole is gonna...he's gonna...

Well, Lyle wasn't quite bright enough to put a term to what he was going to do to that rat, but he was damn well gonna do it. Whatever it was.

He rounded the corner, only to stare from the far side of the hallway at what was happening at the other end of the school.

The rat was standing beside one of the teachers, a hot otter man that had been in the math department for a while. He had his hand right up inside of the otter's ass, too, the older male's cock hard and throbbing, spitting pre on the floor as the professor tried to continue with whatever lecture he was trying to give.

"N-now, the prime principle of the...mmph...of the - oh god, that's good."

What the fuck?!

He swore that everyone should have been raising hell with what was happening, but not one other student in the hallway was saying a thing. They were all watching, all yawning at the lecture, as if the most outrageous thing of the year wasn't happening right there in front of them. Why?

Hehehe, well, look at you. Just staring at him, watching with envy like the little slut butt you are.

"Who's there?!"

He whipped around, trying to find whoever'd taunted him like that, but there was nobody to be seen. He turned to look back -

What's the matter, hmm? Thinking that Kole is going to find a better butt slut than you? Then again, it wouldn't be hard. You never even tried to be a proper faggot.

"Who the hell is calling me - mmmph!"

The bat suddenly slumped forward, almost falling all the way to his knees, barely catching himself on a nearby water fountain. He could feel something, something big up his ass, something pushing his ass cheeks apart until -

RIIIIIIP!

He gasped, feeling his pants falling to shreds around him. He'd barely managed to get his bigger butt into a new pair of pants before getting to school, and now all that effort - and about $40 cash - was wasted.

Heh, look at that. Not even able to stay on your feet? Come on, a proper faggot can take twice this and keep talking.

"Who...what the...mmmph..."

Lyle the Vile pulled himself forward, barely able to drag himself off of whatever it was that had impaled him. He stumbled forward a few feet -

And froze.

He looked down the hall again, and this time, when he saw the otter professor getting fisted from behind, it only looked...normal. Like, why was he so worked up a moment ago? Why did he think it was so outrageous?

Kole's taking it easy on the old fuck, he thought. Faggot gets a regular butt-shake of a fist and a half, and all he's giving him is one fist?

Something felt off. Wrong. He shook his head, trying to think straight, but that was one of the hardest things in the world right then.

Thinking straight, that was. He groaned, rubbing his head, trying to remember what he wanted.

Kole?

Yes, Kole. Wanted to teach the rat a lesson...teach him that he wasn't such hot stuff, that he was just another loser that needed to remember where he belonged.

On top of you?

That voice came again, and he growled, turning around, trying to see who the fuck was talking to him. He swore that he heard the footsteps of someone sidestepping, and he turned again, trying to catch them out.

Nothing.

You know, you really don't have a lot of brains to be working with, Lyle. You're lucky that you were born with such a fat ass. After all, fat-asses are the blondes of the day; you don't have to be smart, just sexy. Long as you got a proper butt-lover to keep an eye out for you.

"Nnngh..."

He knew that he hadn't done that well in classes, but he had thought he did better than most of the other butt-sluts in school. After all, there were some of them that were always bent over the teacher's desk. He only went there every other week...

Didn't he?

The bat groaned, rubbing his head, swearing that something was wrong. He'd never been fucked before Kole had shoved all those fingers up his ass, had he? He'd never offered even a butt-shake with the other guy before, let alone with the other...the other fags...

Nah, you were just a tease. Ain't got much for brains, kid, but you sure as hell know the value of a good ass. You know that you need to sell it for high value, and you're not going to get that from a teacher.

Damn straight he wasn't. One A wasn't worth prolapsing his hole for, and there were too many teachers with big dicks around the college. He was careful to only offer it to the ones that were smaller down there, and they happened to be the ones that were teaching the brainier subjects, anyway.

The bat rubbed his head, swearing that something was wrong, that he was thinking of this the wrong way, but what else could he be thinking of?

After all, he 'remembered' Mr. Twigwater - the otter being fisted at the other end of the hall - was usually one of the most eager to go for his ass. Lyle the Vile built that up through the week, making sure that the older guy was chomping at the bit to get at his ass. It was hotter that way, and the old guy didn't last as long, didn't get the chance to really stretch him out.

The other teachers, like the gym coach, had been staring at his ass all semester long. He knew that his fat ass kept them staring, kept them wanting. He even gave some of them the thought that they might just get it if they gave him better grades.

They never did. But that was because -

Because you were saving it for the right butt-lover to really enjoy it, the voice said. Because you were saving it for Kole.

That...that was...

Lyle leaned against the wall again, his conscious mind fighting the voice and the memories that were struggling up at him. That was impossible. He'd hated Kole for a long time. The rat had been a stuck-up Christian rat, someone that had barely ever looked at another guy. Why would he want -

Because it would be the hottest thing in the world to be the guy that finally seduced the Christian kid...

The thought appealed to the rat's vile nature, and he grinned as he thought about putting his ass on the line, seeing if he could get the rat to turn his head and see a gaping asshole, just begging for more than a butt-wave. Once he got that rat's cock up his ass, he was pretty sure that he'd be able to keep it.

But why would he -

Because that's the hottest prize for a faggot. A good Christian boy. A good Christian guy. Keep him addicted to your ass, and you win the game.

Yeah, and he wanted to win the game. Whatever the game was.

The bat pushed through the crowd, walking right up to the rat with his ass hanging out of ripped pants. He pushed past some of the guys that were bending down to get a good lick at the otter's cock as he lectured, and he walked right up to Kole, giving the rat a shove right in the middle of the chest.

The soft slurp sound of the rat's hand leaving the otter's ass was loud enough for them all to hear, but Lyle wasn't done.

"You know that the old fart can't feel anything less than two hands. But you know something, fucker?"

"W-what?" Kole asked.

"You need to start paying attention to the right guys. The guys that know how to use their fat asses to make that cock feel good."

He turned, leaning on the wall a bit, pushing his ass out just enough to make the cheeks pop and jiggle. The bat had never shown off his ass quite like this before - not in reality or in memory - but the feeling of so many eyes on him and on it was...very enjoyable.

Smirking, he saw that Kole's cock was hardening in his pants. Whatever that voice had been, it was steering him right. This 'good boy' was going to be turned into a complete addict for fat ass by the time that Lyle was done.

And then...

Well, he didn't know what would happen next, but he was pretty sure that that voice would tell him.

The End