Bully or Buddy, Part 5
#5 of Bully or Buddy
Bully or Buddy.
By Wolfie Steel.
Part 5.
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!
With our food and drink finished, Mr. Bernard speaks to me again.
"Ok Mike, I know that school is the last place that you want to go to right now, but the excuse of you helping me with a project can only last for so long, so I'll get us both back to school and we will carry on the rest of the day as normal, but don't you worry about O'Neil, the days of his bullying are numbered, I don't care what I have to do, but I swear to you, O'Neil will pay for what he has done"
We both rise from our seats and head back out to Mr. Bernard's car; we then make the journey back to school. For the rest of that day, including the journey home from school, there was no sign of O'Neil, as I walk home I'm trying to come up with a plausible excuse to use with my mother as to why my clothes are all messed up, but I know that no matter what I tell her, she will know exactly what has gone on.
I fish my front door key from my pants pocket and unlock the door, I open it and walk into the hallway, hoping against hope that I can make it to my room before my mother sees me, but again like the rest of my luck that day, I failed.
"O'Neil has attacked you again hasn't he Mike?"
I'm at a loss of things to say, the tears begin to stream down my muzzle again, my mum quickly rushes to me and takes me in a motherly hug, her own tears flowing down her cheeks. We stand there and cry for a few moments and then she pulls away.
"I'm gonna make that shits life a misery"
I gently and shakily put my paw onto my mother's shoulder to try and calm her down; one thing that I didn't want was for her to go in all guns blazing which would undoubtedly make matters worse for me.
"Mom, please don't do anything, on Friday I begin self defence training with my gym teacher, I'm sure that I can hold out until then"
To say that my mom was none too happy about doing nothing, she knew that at some point in my life I would need to start defending myself, I mean come on, I'm a German Shepherd for crying out loud, usually we don't scare very easily, but then again, I'm going up against one of the meanest Dobies ever.
Mom leaves my room and heads down to the kitchen to begin making me a late supper; she knows that I haven't eaten anything since I returned home from school. I leave my room and walk into the kitchen, once there I sit at the table and mom puts a plate of pancakes down in front of me, ya know this woman's intuition thing is pretty good, she knew that at that precise moment I was craving pancakes.
Once my late supper is eaten I kiss mom on the muzzle and head off to bed, I need all the sleep I can get because tomorrow is a brand new day, and I'm sure that O'Neill will have something else in mind by way of an attack.
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Wednesday morning, time for me to head out to school, so I grab my backpack and put it onto my shoulders and then I leave the house, mom has already left for work so I lock the door and I begin my journey.
I walk past the ill fated bike sheds and I can hear a commotion, one of the voices I recognise, O'Neill. I know that I should just continue on my way and not get involved, but there is another kid being tortured by O'Neill and if I don't do something, there is a possibility that he will hurt the kid, so I pluck up my courage and look inside the bike sheds, what I see turns my stomach, O'Neill has a young Labrador pup pinned up against the wall.
The pups muzzle is scraping the wall and O'Neill has his leather trousers down around his ankles and his cock fully hilted into the young pups butt. I have no idea what came over me next but I found myself walking towards O'Neill, my right paw balled up into a fist. What the fuck am I doing, I must be crazy to even think I can land any kind of successful blow on the Doberman, but as usual I bluster in and my right paw connects beautifully with the back of O'Neill's head.
The punch glances off O'Neill's head, but it's enough to make him pull out from the Labrador's ass, I seize my opportunity.
"Yo Lab, get the fuck out of here while you still have the chance"
The crying Lab quickly picks up his pants and runs from the bike sheds leaving just me and O'Neill, the Dobey turns and looks at me with a sadistic grin on his muzzle.
"So, my favourite Sheppy pup has found some balls huh? I guess since you have ruined my Labrador conquest I better get to sucking those meaty new balls of yours"
Before I can turn and run, O'Neill has me pinned to the same spot as the Lab, his right paw already has my pants zipper down and is now pulling out my cock. Note to self, next time stay out of the fight.
O'Neill sucks me for about five minutes, and then he hears the bell sounding so he quickly heads into school. I quickly put my cock away and pull up my zipper and the nonchalantly walk into the school and towards my first lesson, but something is different, yes I'm shaking like a leaf, but I'm not crying, O'Neill has just abused me and I'm not crying, what the hell is wrong with me?
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My last lesson of the day is English, I enter the classroom and instantly my eyes lock onto those of the Lab from earlier, there is a space next to him so I decide that it's time for me to try and make a friend.
I walk up to where the Lab is sitting, he sees me and begins to cower away from me, damn, here I am a weak Sheppy, and yet I have the ability to make a Labrador scared of me, there is nothing else for me to do so I decide to try and calm him down by introducing myself.
"Hey bro, my name is Mike Milan, and please to be scared of me because I'm actually in the same boat as you, yes my friend O'Neill abuses me too, in fact after you escaped he took it out on me"
The Lab's muzzle falls open as he realises that the Dobey isn't just bullying him.
"Ma...my name is Toby, and I'm sorry that you got attacked because of me"
I hold out my paw to the Lab in friendship, he shakily accepts my paw in his own.
"Well Toby, it seems that you and I have quite a lot in common, chief among which is a hate for a certain Doberman, you and I can join together and plot O'Neill's downfall"
A smile suddenly breaks out across Toby's muzzle, he obviously likes the sound of getting a gang together to take O'Neill down a peg or two, but then his smile fades.
"Who are we kidding Mike, O'Neill is afraid of no one, he will simply fuck them all into submission"
I gently squeeze Toby's shoulder in a friendly gesture.
"Oh I think that you will find that we have some pretty big hitters on our side Toby"
A look of confusion spreads across the young pups face; and so I tell him of Mr. Bernard's complete dislike of Ben O'Neill and the fact that Mr. Bernard knows what O'Neill has been doing to me.
"Toby, you have to tell Mr. Bernard about your experiences with O'Neill too, that way we can get more power behind getting rid of O'Neill from the school"
Toby's face suddenly turned an ashen grey, telling a teacher that he has been butt fucked is probably the last thing that he wants to do, but with a little encouragement from me he agrees to talk to Mr. Bernard, with me at his side for moral support.
The English lesson passes without incident and I wave Toby goodbye as I leave the school, safe in the knowledge that I now have a good friend. Little did I know, however, that what happened around the next corner would change my life for the better.
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I round the corner and walk into the street where I live, I walk passed O'Neill's house... something isn't right, out of an open upstairs window I see smoke, though this is too much to be cigarette smoke, next I hear the feint sound of a smoke alarm and I know that the O'Neill's place is on fire.
I continue to walk past the house with a weak grin on my face, but as I get further from the house my grin fades, sure I could let the bastards fry for what their son has done to me, but that would make me feel so bad. No matter what has gone before I know that I have to at least try and get into the house to try and get people out.
I quickly turn and run back towards the O'Neill's house, by now the neighbour in the house opposite is also running towards the house. I reach the front door of the house and I can quite clearly hear the sound of breaking glass, most likely due to the heat of the fire.
As the neighbour arrives I use my right footpaw to kick the front door open, without a second thought I rush into the house, there is thick smoke everywhere which causes me to cough, and I can see flames coming from the kitchen and starting to take hold in the hallway. I run to what I guess is the living room and find two adult Doberman, one female one male, obviously Ben's parents, they are passed out on the couch, so my first thought is to get them out to safety.
It takes a herculean effort on my part but I manage to get both parents out of the house and into the care of the now massive gathering of neighbours, I can hear the sirens in the distance as the emergency services race to the scene, but I know that there is one still unaccounted for, Ben.
I run back into the house and begin to climb the stairs dodging the flames that are now licking the stairway, at the top of the stairs I run straight into a room which turns out to be Ben's room, I find him passed out on the floor. I admit, every fibre of my being wanted to see him burn so that my torment would stop, but my torment wouldn't stop, it would just change, knowing that I had allowed the death of another.
I call on the last ounces of my energy and lift Ben up to his footpaws, I then drape his handpaws over my shoulders and hoist him up onto my back, I guess it's true what they say about adrenalin, it really does allow you to do things that would normally be impossible.
With O'Neill securely attached to my back I make the perilous journey back to the stairway which is now pretty badly engulfed in flames, I see a route through the flames and I take my chance, the next thing I know I'm outside with neighbours patting my legs down, it seems that on my way out some of my fur had caught alight.
The fire crews begin their task of dousing the fire while the ambulance crews set about checking the O'Neill's over. One medic, a golden furred Husky, makes his way towards me with a med kit; he kneels down by my side and begins to tend to my fur burns.
"My young friend, what you have just done was so very brave; you are a hero and an inspiration to us all"
I look into the crowd just in time to see my mom crash through them and rush towards me, tears of fright and joy flowing from her eyes. The medic that is working on me speaks again.
"Well son, you have some singed fur on your legs and a little on your tail, but some burn cream and a few days rest will cure that, you are one very lucky young pup"
My mother looks towards the three Doberman who are now being put into the back of the waiting ambulances.
"Please sir, what about the O'Neill's, what is their condition?"
The Husky heads over to one of his colleagues and then returns.
"Well ma'am, apart from severe smoke inhalation all three will make a full recovery, they have a lot to thank your brave young son for, he has just saved their lives"
The medic smears some burn cream onto my injuries and then my mom leans down and lifts me up in her arms, she thanks the medic for looking after me and then she looks down at me, pride and happiness fill her eyes.