Bully or Buddy, Part 3
#3 of Bully or Buddy
Bully or Buddy.
By Wolfie Steel.
Part 3.
Author's note: This story is based on real life events. It will contain violence, bad language, gay sex, gay rape, and even death, so be warned!
Monday morning rolls around too quickly for my liking and soon I'm making the journey back to school, unfortunately for me, mom has the early shift at work so I'm left to walk to school by myself. I walk past a house in my street and realise with horror that it is a house that I now hate.
Emerging from the front door is Ben O'Neil, I hope and pray that he hasn't seen me, but as is usually the way with my luck he sees me and gives chase. God damn it I gotta run again, I wonder what the fuck I have done to piss the guy off in the first place, god only knows.
I break into a sprint in a bid to get away from the Doberman that is now bearing down on me at high speed, I quickly turn left down an alleyway to try and outrun O'Neil, but again as usual my luck fails, it's a fucking dead end. I turn around to bolt from the alleyway only to find my path blocked by the Doberman.
"You fucking squealed on me you bastard, now I'm gonna have to teach you a fucking lesson that you won't forget"
The Doberman runs towards me and tackles me to the ground, the back of my head hits the concrete causing an open wound, but my injury doesn't stop the enraged Doberman, he quickly pulls down my school trousers and then my boxers, I try to thump him to stop the attack, but it is all in vein. He places a paw against my throat while his free paw lowers his own trousers and boxers.
I don't remember much of what happened next as I black out with the intense pain from my head wound, but what I do remember before everything went black is him lowering his body down on top of mine.
How long am I out, I have no idea, but when I come around there is a note pinned to my backpack.
"Tell anyone about this and I will kill you"
I try to stand up on my footpaws, I feel an intense pain from the back of my head, I put a handpaw up to the site of the pain and feel dried blood. I begin to get dizzy so I put my handpaw on the wall to gain a little support, I look down and realise that my trousers and boxers are lying in a pile just in front of me, so I slowly bend down to pick them up, and then I sit on the floor with my back against the wall and begin the task of redressing myself.
Once dressed I again slowly raise to my footpaws, and using the wall for support I walk to the end of the alleyway, I stand at the end of the alleyway and wait for my dizziness to subside. I make the journey back home and head straight up to my room, once in my room I lie on my bed and cry for all I'm worth.
I guess I have been there for ten minutes when I hear my mom walk in through the front door; she walks upstairs and notices that my bedroom door is closed, so she knocks on it and calls out.
"Mike, are you in there?"
The sound of my sobbing alerts her to the fact that it is me, she opens the door and walks in, as she sees the state that I'm in she lets out a scream.
"That Doberman did this to you didn't he?"
What can I do, I have to lie to my mother for fear of the next beating that I receive from the Doberman will be my last.
"No mom, I fell and hit my head"
I can tell that mom doesn't believe a word I'm saying, but she checks the wound on the back of my head, she then heads to the kitchen and fills a bowl with warm water, she then collects some cotton wool and some antiseptic cream and then heads back to my room where she cleans my wound and then puts some of the cream on it.
"You know Mike, if your dad was here you wouldn't have lied to him like you have just done to me, I know for a fact that the Doberman is at the bottom of this in some way, but as yet I have no real evidence so your falling over story will have to do"
The Doberman has now destroyed the loving and trusting relationship that I had with my mother, it hurts me more to lie to my mother than the wound on the back of my head. With my wound taken care of mom leaves my room and I get out of my school uniform. As I change into my everyday clothes I notice some dried cum on my sheath. I feel disgusted with myself and I want nothing more than to just dig myself a hole in the ground and bury myself in it, but instead I decide to head downstairs and be with my mom, she will help keep me safe.
We sit at the kitchen table eating dinner, there are no words passed between us and I know that I have hurt my mom's feelings by lying to her, but what else can I do, if I tell her that O'Neil attacked me again she will go ballistic and do something that she will probably regret later on. Damn it I hate having no backbone, I need to start getting back at the Doberman, but how? I can't fight him because he would easily cream me, I suppose I can always tell Mr Bernard about O'Neil's latest attack, but then it would get back to O'Neil that I squealed on him and would no doubt make matters worse.
So for now I guess I have to suffer in silence. With dinner finished I take our plates from the table and wash them in the kitchen sink, and then I dry my handpaws, kiss my mom on the forehead and head off to bed.
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The following morning I see O'Neil leaving the house so I stay back to allow him to get ahead of me. His head start doesn't last long however and he catches up with me just before the bell sounds to start lessons.
"I hope that you didn't tell anyone about yesterday because if you did what I will do to you next will be so much worse"
I let out a whimper and run off in the direction of the main doors, I look back to see if he is following me, but he isn't, I guess you could say thank heaven for small mercies. I get into my first class just as the bell sounds to announce the start of the school day.
Again nothing happens for the rest of the day, in each lesson I try to think of ways to combat O'Neil's attacks, finally in my last lesson, PE, I get an idea, self defence classes, maybe if I took up a self defence class I could use what I learn to stop O'Neil attacking me.
As soon as the lesson is over I hang back to talk to the teacher. Mr Standish is a German Shepherd just like me and around the same height too, and I know for a fact that this guy can handle himself pretty well, he has a black belt in Karate, and rippling muscles all over his body.
Mr Standish sees me hanging back and speaks.
"Is somethin' bothering you Mr Milan?"
I tremble at his deep booming voice which in itself can make a young pup soil his underwear.
"Y...yes sir, well not really bothering me, more something I would like to ask you"
The teacher looks at me and then motions to his office, I head inside and he follows me in and then sits in his chair at his desk.
"So Mr Milan, what would you like to ask?"
I take a seat opposite the teacher and clear my throat.
"Please sir, I was wondering....if I could get some self defence training after school?"
Mr Standish looks at me and considers my question.
"Well Michael, as a rule I don't teach after school lessons, but if you tell me what you want to learn I will see what I can do"
I tell the teacher about my being bullied, though obviously I leave out the bit about the rape and of course I don't give names. Again the teacher considers his answer carefully.
"Ok so you are being picked on and you want to be able to stop it, am I right?"
I gently nod my head in confirmation and he continues.
"You know Mr Milan you may not believe this but I was once like you, always getting beaten up and picked on, and like you I wanted to try and stop it, now violence doesn't solve anything, however, there are a few tricks that you can use. Now unfortunately I can't show you any of them tonight as I have a meeting to get to, but stop by here after school on Friday and I will show you some of the tricks that I have learned over the years"
I gently nod my head and thank the teacher for his time, I then stand from the chair and head out of the office and then I start the journey home.