Bully locks me in locker and fucks my sister and GF

Bully punishes me by locking me locker and fucking my sister and Girlfriend

Dread seeped into my eyes. I look at my bully’s stained shirt. The chocolate drink, clearly imprinted on his spotless white uniform.

“You have guts, fag. I’ll give you that,” he said calmly.

“It w-was an accident. I swear–”

He put his index finger in his lips to shush me.

I knew he wasn’t calm at all. I could feel it. The familiar, oppressive atmosphere was pressing down on me once again. I made a mistake. I just wanted to get it over with, and so I was hasty. The drink splashed on Mark’s shirt. Now, the consequences will follow.

Mark raised his hand; I flinched. Thankfully, his arm stopped midway for some unknown reason. I looked at him. I could practically see the gears on his mind turn to think of a better way to make me suffer. His eyes shone as he spoke, “You know what? I have a better punishment for your sorry ass.”

He patted my back gently and said, “You’re not leaving today. Stay in this classroom and wait for the other people to fucking leave. I’ll show you what’s what then.”

And he left. I sighed in relief. It was short-sighted of me to do so, considering the punishment he issued were always worse when I had to wait for it.

I couldn’t help it though. I’d give anything to escape his punches even in the meantime. Well, obviously not everything. But you know what I mean.

“Hey, babe.” Shocked at the proximity of the voice, I immediately turned around at the familiar tone and phrase as it broke my messy thoughts in two. Selena. My girlfriend of two years. I hid my anxiety and smiled as brightly as I could.

“Hi. You got physics today?”

“Nope. I just came to check up on you,” she said, wrapping her arms around me. I wasn’t that tall, so her head easily reached up to my nose. I could smell her hair directly. I was grateful for having a girlfriend so clingy. I was clingy too after all.

But she didn’t know about Mark, my bully. I tried to keep her away from that, and I guess that was successful. She mever caught on. Plus, it wasn’t as if Mark bullied me every day. It was actually worse before. It’s kind of mellowed down a bit this past year. These days, all I had to do was follow his orders to the tee and I usually have nothing to worry about. It helped that Selena usually wasn’t in the same classes as mine.

So was my sister, because they both had the same major. That made hiding things a lot more convenient.

“Listen, are you free later? I was thinking of going out for some street food. It’s been awhile since we hung out,” she said with a smile.

God, I wanted to. But considering the punishment I had to endure with Mark? She might notice something if I decided to go with her after he beats me up. A bruise of some sort. I don’t think he was going to leave it at a single slap or something.

I suddenly gained a sense of clarity. I didn’t have to take it lying down, do I? Why was I adamant on following him and his unreasonable punishments? He had no right to do whatever he wanted to me in the first place. Wasn’t I letting my fear affect my decisions too much?

Should I go?

I took a deep breath and decided.

“Yeah. Let’s go. We haven’t been properly together for a month now.”

Selena beamed; she looked even more beautiful these days. Her skin glowed brighter, for one. Her eyes shined too. Looking at her objectively, you’ll just instant know that she’s a happy woman. Content, satisfied, put-together.

Honestly, I don’t know how I pulled thi gorgeous upperclassman. Selena was way above my league, but she was surprisingly the one who initiated. Two years ago, she confessed and said she liked me. I went to bed pretty high on that fact that day.

And almost every other day after that.

Since then, we’ve been dating casually. We also both agree it was going so great. We haven’t….done it yet. Anything sexual was off the table for us until we were legal. She turned 18 last year.

I turned 18 two months ago. I shook my head at the thought. I’ve been constantly thinking about it since my birthday, but I didn’t want to just ask her. I wanted to do it when the time is right. When the mood was romantic or something. So a date is exactly what we both needed to take the next step.

“Great! See you after class?”

I steeled my heart and replied, “Yeah.”

She hugged me before leaving.

I smiled. I knew my “punishment” was just going to get worse if I stood up Mark, but I’ll deal with that when I have to. For now, I’m going on a date with my beautiful girlfriend. Selena looked so happy. How could I say no to her?

Plus, spending time with her is one of my favorite things to do. My parents loved her. My nitpicky sister loved her too–which is a very rare occurrence. Selena was just perfect for me.

This might even be the day we…make love to each other too. It’s way more important than whatever my petty bully had to dish out.

After class, I headed straight towards Selena’s class. Just outside the door, waiting for her. A girl walked out. It wasn’t her.

“Hey, bro.” She turned to me, surprised that I was there. It was Hanna, my sister.

“You heading home?” I asked.

She nodded in response before asking back, “You’re not?”

“I’ve got a date with Selena.”

“Can I come?” she joked.

I laughed as I said, “Obviously not.”

She rolled her eyes. She was about to say something else when her phone rang.

I watched her expression immediately turn giddy, biting her lip as she replied to the text. Curiously, I teased, “Is that a boyfriend I see?”

Hanna flushed furiously. It surprised me. I’ve never seen her this flustered.

“Wow. I didn’t expect to be right on the mark,” I teasingly joked.

She replied, “It’s not like that.”

“Uh-huh. Sure. Anyway, do you want me to drop you off at home? I got my bike today.”

Hanna seemed to hesitate about telling me something before saying, “Nah. I’m just going to…go home by myself.”

I nodded. That was fine. She probably didn’t want to bother me or something. I asked, “Is Selena here?”

“Yep. She’s about to head outside. Just wait here. Listen, I gotta go.”

She hugged me goodbye and immediately left, almost sprinting across the halls. She seemed fine and dandy at first. I wonder why she seemed hurried all of the sudden.

Exactly as my sister said, Selena walked out shortly after.

“You waited for me?” She asked in a pleasantly surprised tone.

“Obviously. Today, whatever you say goes.”

She giggled, holding onto my arm before kissing me in the cheeks.

We talked to each other about our day for a while before deciding to head out. As soon as we were about to leave, her phone rang. It was a phone call. I didn’t see who it was listed as on her contact. She picked up.

“Who is this?” she asked.

I stood beside her, silent and respectful.

“Oh,” she muttered after hearing the voice on the other end of the call. I couldn’t hear who it was.

She looked at me, panicked. I didn’t know why.

“Okay……I’ll head there, d-daddy.”

Oh, it was her dad.

She hung up the phone and texted who I presumed was still her dad. Selena spoke, still preoccupied by her phone as she looked at it intently, “Babe, I’m so sorry. An emergency came up. I need to be there. I’m sorry. Let’s talk later, alright?”

I was sad about the turn of events. I missed her after all, but it wouldn’t be nice to keep her here. It looked as if it wasn’t up to debate either, so it was probably serious.

I didn’t want to admit it either, but her lack of attention as she talked to me made me uncomfortable. I know it’s selfish to think that way; I didn’t even know what kind of emergency it was after all, but her unintentional disregard for my presence as she continued texting on her phone reminded me of my own insecurities. I never liked being a third-wheel. I constantly craved for someone else’s complete and total attention when talking to me.

Seeing her text as if I wasn’t there, even giggling sometimes (what kind of emergency makes you giggle?), hit deeper than it should have. As if I wasn’t that important.

I asked, partly guilty with my thoughts, “Is your dad okay? Why are you laughing?”

“Yeah, yeah. My family’s fine. It’s just an emergency. I’ll call you later, alright?” As soon as she said that, she tiptoed to kiss me and ran outside, still texting at her phone.

I chuckled. Whatever. She loves me. That’s all I need to know. She’s got family. The same way I got family. This shouldn’t bother me. I checked the time. People were already heading out. Since Selena was busy, I should just get this thing with my bully over with. I had nothing to do anyway.

Thinking about Mark made me realize the turn of events wasn’t bad after all. At least I wouldn’t have to deal with the consequences of standing my bully up. The consequences would be much easier to deal with now.

I walked back inside the school and waited for Mark in the designated classroom. There wasn’t anyone else, so I just sat on a chair randomly, sitting up straight and unmoving.

I know it’s pathetic, but I couldn’t do anything out of the anticipation. I tried distracting myself with my phone, or reading a bunch of materials for next week’s classes.

It didnt work.

All I could think about was what he’ll do to me. What exactly was worse as a punishment?

And how was I going to keep it a secret from my sister and girlfriend if it was a “worse” physical beating as I always have?

After an unknown amount of time, the door to the classroom opened. I flinched. Mark stood there, towering over even the tallest people in school; his head, almost reaching the door. My bully has always been big, but he was even taller than his height in my eyes.

He smirked and ordered, “Follow, sissy bitch.”

I did. He led me to the hallways. By now, the school was empty. Most teachers were gone too because it was a holiday. In fact, coming to school today was pretty much voluntary. We did nothing but self- study during the entire day.

I honestly wish I opted not to go.

If I did, this wouldn’t be happening.

We stopped at the lockers. More specifically, an unlocked locker in the side of a hallway. Perhaps due to my experience with it, I knew what was about to happen. He used to do this to me years ago. Did he want to reminisce or something?

Mark smirked, grabbed my collar and said, “You’re going to be quiet in there, alright? That’s your job. For a whole 15 minutes, okay? After that, I’ll even let you out. I won’t even lock the stupid thing as I did before.”

I sighed in relief before nodding hesitantly. If it was just that, then that’s great. It’s not as if being shoved in a locker traumatized the fuck out of me. Sure, it scared me still. But I’ll take that over a beating any day. The scariest part of the typical locker stuff was the uncertainty that you would ever get out. After a certain amount of time in the darkness, you’d start to scream inside, hoping for someone outside to notice you. Perhaps call a friend to get you out if you were fortunate enough to have a cellphone with you.

I had no friends. So one time, when I was locked inside for two entire hours after school, I had no choice but to call my sister for help. That was when Hanna found out I was being bullied. I was so ashamed back then. After that, she kept looking after me anytime she could until I told her it already stopped for a while. I guess she believed it.

Because she never mentioned it again. And I was grateful for that.

Mark grabbed me with his herculean strength and shoved me inside before closing it. I didn’t resist so the whole thing was easier than before. I looked around. It was still just as dark.

I smiled. I had my phone on my pocket. I took it out and turned it on. Light shined directly on my eyes, which made me wince. It took a few seconds before my eyes got used to it. I shrugged. I could play a few games while I’m here.

The thought of recording audio also briefly passed through my mind. I froze.

If he slips up, I can have proof against him.

It got me thinking. I used to think a lot about that, but that was before I found out Mark’s family was a respected shareholder of this privatized, elite school. Whatever qualms I had with him were buried under the other multiple behavioral problems he had within the guidance office. Complaining about him did nothing but exacerbate his bullying. After that, I never tried taking it up to the school anymore. I couldn’t get enough solid evidence where I could just post it on the internet too.

Plus, there was also the issue of Selena and my parents finding out about this if I ever chose to do it.

But if it meant I could stop Mark and cause an actual problem for him? I might just consider going through with it.

For now, I had the opportunity to. A shiver ran to my spine. I clicked on my phone’s recording feature. Mark was probably leaning on the lockers to prevent me from escaping because I could feel a certain weight pressed on it.

I chuckled inwardly. Did he think this was some sort of torture for me? Why would he think this is a worse punishment? I was pretty smug before I heard a voice outside the locker.

“Took you long enough, bitch.”

“I’m sorry. I had to hide things from my brother.”

I froze, completely stunned. That familiar voice struck my head like lightning. I knew who that raspy voice belonged to from a mile away. I lived with that voice–asking me to eat, nagging me to clean my room, calling my name.

“Do I look like I fucking care for your excuses? Just stop opening your fucking mouth without expecting my dick to go inside.”

“You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?” It resounded again. Even if the metal somehow altered that voice, I knew for certain.

It’s my sister.

I could hear Mark smirk as he said, “You love it. Now get to sucking.”

I hear my sister’s knees hit the floor with a thud as hands fiddled at the metal in my bully’s belt. After a few seconds, I hear a woman’s moan sound out, blocked by what I could pretty much assume was my bully’s dick.

I was petrified. Mark really was right. This was fucking worse. I held my breath as several thoughts of mine poured out me, only to be interrupted by the wet sounds of my sister choking on my bully’s dick.

“You like sucking big dick, don’t you?”

I hear my sister’s beautiful voice sound out with a hiss, “I love it.”

Most of the sounds she was making came out all jumbled. I could practically picture her on her knees, bobbing her head on “big” dick like a total fucking slut. It was fucking delirious how she was the one sucking, but the moans were mostly coming from her.

As if she was the one gaining all the pleasure from polishing Mark’s dick. Knobbing on it as she kneeled without question despite his arrogance.

I could tell from my bully’s hisses too that she was reaaally good at it. She was probably blowing him so good according to the sound of her throat, taking his member in–

What was up with my fucking thoughts?

“You guys got started without me?” Another voice sounded out. It took a me a second to recognize that voice. I thought I had gone insane when I realized who it could be.

No.

“I wanna suck cock too.” It whined again.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Sister-in-law, you suck cock really good. I keep getting speechless whenever I see you working on cock.”

My head reeled.

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