The School Bully's Punishment (multiple m/m) 9 Parts Complete
Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2020 2:14 pm
I'm not sure whether this properly belongs in the Adult section or the for everyone section. While no sexual activity is involved the revenge portion of the story is a tad extreme at times and may upset some people - especially as school-age characters are involved. Therefore I've decided to err on the side of caution; figuring it can be moved elsewhere if the admins decide it belongs there instead.
THE SCHOOL BULLIES’ PUNISHMENT
Chapter 1 - Captured!
William “Scuzzy” Daniels was without a doubt the worst bully that Danvers High School had ever had. He was not the largest boy in the senior class, nor the strongest, but he was the meanest by far and – with a black belt in Karate – the toughest by far as well. He was just over six feet four inches tall, with a swimmer’s physique and an athletic grace that would have won him a sports scholarship in any college had he cared about sports. But he was a vicious boy who cared about nothing but dominating those who were weaker and smaller than himself, which was about 99% of the student body of Danvers High.
But though virtually every student had either been a victim of his bullying or knew many others who had been, Scuzzy was never charged with an offense nor punished with even so much as a detention after school. Somehow he always managed to time his assaults upon hapless students (whether it was for their lunch money or just for ‘fun’) so that there were no teachers and few other students for witnesses. Also, he had a pack of cronies (it was inaccurate to call them friends as he cared little for them) who hung around with him and supported him just to avoid being victims of Scuzzy’s bullying themselves. For this reason, attempts by the few students large and strong enough to stand up to Scuzzy on their own were unsuccessful either in defending themselves or in protecting others from Scuzzy’s self-appointed gang.
Then Scuzzy made the mistake of bullying Vincent Garfield. Vincent was the new kid in town. Vincent was a mere freshman; a skinny kid perhaps 5’ 4” and weighing only 125 pounds and no match for Scuzzy on his own. He was quick to make friends among his school-mates, but they were no help to him and scattered in fright when Scuzzy demanded Vincent’s lunch money. Vincent refused and bravely stood up to Scuzzy as if he were the larger and stronger boy – and was immediately swatted like a fly.
But Vincent had a devoted older brother named Frank who was already a high school graduate and was an MP in the Marines. Frank was stationed at the nearby Marine base and visiting home when Vincent came home with a black eye courtesy of Scuzzy’s welcoming committee. When Frank found out the circumstances, he decided that Scuzzy was due for some payback. But for the sake of his brother’s self-esteem and those of his friends (and fellow victims of Scuzzy’s bullying), he decided that he could not do this himself; instead, he would enable Vincent and his friends to do it themselves.
For the following two weeks, Vincent and four of his friends in his freshman class (plus a couple of sophomores) met at Vincent’s house, where Frank gave them basic lessons in the martial arts. At the same time, the boys laid plans for teaching Scuzzy a lesson that he would never forget.
One Friday afternoon in April, Scuzzy was walking home alone after school, looking for anyone he could torment for an hour or two. It was the start of spring break and there would be no school the following week, and be wanted one last bullying session with a helpless freshman before most of his potential victims would be inaccessible to him during that period. The route to his home was well known and avoided by all of the other students by this time however, and so he was generally all alone for most of the way each day. Sometimes one or two of his cronies would walk home with him for a visit, but on this day Scuzzy was all by himself; just the way he preferred it. Well, unless a weaker kid showed up that he could corner and play with – in the same way a cat plays with a mouse – for an hour or two. But no kids had been foolish enough to let themselves get waylaid in such a fashion before or after school hours for months now.
Then, all of a sudden, Scuzzy felt a hard, sharp blow on the back of the head. He staggered (momentarily stunned) for a moment, turned, and realized that someone had thrown a golf-ball sized rock right at the back of his head! And there was the young brazen fool who had done it standing a mere thirty feet in front of him. It was Vincent Garfield, who must have sneaked up behind Scuzzy for the last minute or so until he was too close to miss beaning him with that rock.
Scuzzy glared at Vincent, who stuck out his tongue and gave him the finger! Scuzzy was already seeing red with the impact of that rock, and now he was insanely furious! He immediately charged forward to deal that cheeky brat a well-deserved beating, but Vincent was even faster than Scuzzy and ran away from him. Unwilling to let such a misdeed go without immediate retaliation, Scuzzy pursued the smaller boy with an angry yell and with no thought of anything except to beat his assailant to a bloody pulp.
Scuzzy expected Vincent to run to a place where there would be enough people around to give him temporary safety, but to Scuzzy’s amazement and satisfaction, the boy ran into a nearby abandoned lot in apparent panic. Scuzzy smiled grimly to himself. The lot was overgrown with weeds and small trees, and fenced in all around; the only way out was the way he had just gone in. Vincent was trapped and – once Scuzzy had caught up to him – would be at the older boy’s mercy with no one to see what happened or to hear his cries for help or mercy.
Scuzzy reached the open gate and saw his victim a mere fifty feet ahead of him – still running; apparently for dear life. Without pausing for thought, the vengeful Scuzzy charged right into the abandoned lot after him. Then, suddenly, Vincent stopped and turned to face his pursuer as if realizing the futility of flight and was making a futile stand just like the first time they met. With grim satisfaction, Scuzzy slowed down and walked toward the smaller boy with arrogant confidence. First he would knock the boy down and straddle his chest, beat on him until he begged for mercy, make him give Scuzzy his wallet, maybe force him to do something really humiliating like suck on his…
Still planning his fun for the day, Scuzzy was immediately tackled from behind by the six boys who had been patiently waiting for him right behind the fence. Before Scuzzy realized he was not alone with Vincent, he was lying face first on the ground and a heavy weight immediately settled on his shoulders. He briefly saw a pair of bare knees kneeling on either side of his head - just before a pair of hands latched onto the back of his head and pushed his face roughly down into the grass. All he could see now was a very close view of the grass beneath his face as a second weight settled onto his back and two of three others onto his struggling legs. A pair of hands grabbed his wrists and forced them together, and Scuzzy suddenly felt cold metal encircle his wrists at the same time he heard the clicking shut of a pair of handcuffs.
Terrified now, Scuzzy tried to struggle; but his face was still held firmly to the ground by the first set of hands while his handcuffed wrists were still being firmly held by the second. And now he felt more hands hold down his legs to keep them from thrashing around, and a sensation of tightness around his ankles and another set of metallic clicks in the same area told him that a set of leg-cuffs had now been locked there as well. Despite his increasingly hopeless position, Scuzzy began to swear revenge on whoever was doing this and continued his futile struggles.
The hands pushing down the back of his head suddenly grabbed his hair and pulled his head upward. Scuzzy had a quick glimpse of Vincent slowly walking toward him when a new pair of hands appeared right in front of him. They wrapped a cloth of some kind over Scuzzy’s eyes and then tightly around the back of his head. He was blindfolded! More scared than ever, Scuzzy continued to yell… and felt something soft and cloth-like shoved right into his open mouth! Whatever it was must have been wadded up, because it immediately expanded to fill his mouth entirely. Before he could spit out the thing, another cloth was tied firmly and securely over his mouth – effectively gagging him.
His unseen tormentors were giggling as they continued to hold him down. Suddenly Scuzzy felt ropes being tied tightly around his arms, wrists, ankles, knees and thighs all at the same time. Before long, he felt like a fly trapped inside a spider-web cocoon, and he was helpless to move a muscle from the neck down.
Scuzzy yelled incoherently into his gag, making a barely audible sound as he first demanded, and then begged for his release. But his muffled cries went unheeded as his captors continued to keep him pinned to the ground as they finished tying him. All this time they never said one word to him nor to one another; giving him no idea who had ambushed him other than Vincent.
The weights pinning him down abruptly left him – apparently at some silent signal unseen and unheard by him – and several sets of hands roughly turned him over. Then the weights settled back down upon him, leaving him totally incapable of movement. But though Scuzzy was expecting something awful to happen to him now, his unseen captors did nothing worse to him other than to keep him pinned down.
Suddenly the blindfold was partially lifted off of his eyes; just enough to enable him to see directly in front of him. Scuzzy looked up – now in terror rather than anger – and saw Vincent looking back down at him from where he was kneeling on Scuzzy’s chest. “I hope you’re comfortable,” Vincent told him. “You’ve harassed us all for long enough. Now you’re going to find out what it’s like when someone harasses you and won’t stop!”
The blindfold was replaced and Scuzzy gritted his teeth in expectation of a sudden beating, but still nothing happened. The boys said nothing further to him or one another, but simply held him imprisoned beneath their combined weight. Vincent apparently got off of him but his weight was immediately replaced with someone else’s. Scuzzy then heard Vincent talking at some distance away from him, but all Scuzzy made out were the words, “He’s ready! Bye!” He had apparently being using his cell phone to call someone - but whom? And ready for WHAT?!
After an unknown length of time, Scuzzy heard the sound of a vehicle drive up to the gate of the lot and stop. He heard a door open and close and then another door open. He heard some voices talking indistinctly a short distance away. Then the weights pinning him down disappeared. Unseen hands gripped him by my shoulders, arms, and legs and then lifted him up like an inert sack of grain. At this point Scuzzy’s blindfold slipped partially off his eyes, just enough to enable him to see the back of a large van sixty feet away from him but not any of the people who were carrying him straight toward the van. He caught a glimpse of Vincent talking with a young man about twenty years old who strongly resembled him, and then Scuzzy was slid right onto the floor of the otherwise empty back bay of the van.
Moments later several boys climbed into the back with him, and the back doors closed were behind them. There were too few seats inside the van for all six of them, but that didn’t matter to the other boys; they simply sat on Scuzzy as they settled in for the ride. All he could see now was a set of bare, skinny, hairless legs bracing his head and a set of brown shorts and part of a red shirt above them. He could not see any other part of the boy who sat on his chest; nor the faces of any of his other captors. Attempts to talk through his gag were ignored; no one even bothered to slap him to make him be quiet. It was as if he were nothing more than a mere unfeeling cushion that they rested on. Somehow, this was being worse than if they mercilessly pummeled him as he had expected. It was as if he was actually beneath their contempt for the moment and not even worth the bother to torment!
The van started up, and the helpless, thoroughly terrified Scuzzy was taken away to an unknown destination and an uncertain but undoubtedly unpleasant fate.
To Be Continued ---
THE SCHOOL BULLIES’ PUNISHMENT
Chapter 1 - Captured!
William “Scuzzy” Daniels was without a doubt the worst bully that Danvers High School had ever had. He was not the largest boy in the senior class, nor the strongest, but he was the meanest by far and – with a black belt in Karate – the toughest by far as well. He was just over six feet four inches tall, with a swimmer’s physique and an athletic grace that would have won him a sports scholarship in any college had he cared about sports. But he was a vicious boy who cared about nothing but dominating those who were weaker and smaller than himself, which was about 99% of the student body of Danvers High.
But though virtually every student had either been a victim of his bullying or knew many others who had been, Scuzzy was never charged with an offense nor punished with even so much as a detention after school. Somehow he always managed to time his assaults upon hapless students (whether it was for their lunch money or just for ‘fun’) so that there were no teachers and few other students for witnesses. Also, he had a pack of cronies (it was inaccurate to call them friends as he cared little for them) who hung around with him and supported him just to avoid being victims of Scuzzy’s bullying themselves. For this reason, attempts by the few students large and strong enough to stand up to Scuzzy on their own were unsuccessful either in defending themselves or in protecting others from Scuzzy’s self-appointed gang.
Then Scuzzy made the mistake of bullying Vincent Garfield. Vincent was the new kid in town. Vincent was a mere freshman; a skinny kid perhaps 5’ 4” and weighing only 125 pounds and no match for Scuzzy on his own. He was quick to make friends among his school-mates, but they were no help to him and scattered in fright when Scuzzy demanded Vincent’s lunch money. Vincent refused and bravely stood up to Scuzzy as if he were the larger and stronger boy – and was immediately swatted like a fly.
But Vincent had a devoted older brother named Frank who was already a high school graduate and was an MP in the Marines. Frank was stationed at the nearby Marine base and visiting home when Vincent came home with a black eye courtesy of Scuzzy’s welcoming committee. When Frank found out the circumstances, he decided that Scuzzy was due for some payback. But for the sake of his brother’s self-esteem and those of his friends (and fellow victims of Scuzzy’s bullying), he decided that he could not do this himself; instead, he would enable Vincent and his friends to do it themselves.
For the following two weeks, Vincent and four of his friends in his freshman class (plus a couple of sophomores) met at Vincent’s house, where Frank gave them basic lessons in the martial arts. At the same time, the boys laid plans for teaching Scuzzy a lesson that he would never forget.
One Friday afternoon in April, Scuzzy was walking home alone after school, looking for anyone he could torment for an hour or two. It was the start of spring break and there would be no school the following week, and be wanted one last bullying session with a helpless freshman before most of his potential victims would be inaccessible to him during that period. The route to his home was well known and avoided by all of the other students by this time however, and so he was generally all alone for most of the way each day. Sometimes one or two of his cronies would walk home with him for a visit, but on this day Scuzzy was all by himself; just the way he preferred it. Well, unless a weaker kid showed up that he could corner and play with – in the same way a cat plays with a mouse – for an hour or two. But no kids had been foolish enough to let themselves get waylaid in such a fashion before or after school hours for months now.
Then, all of a sudden, Scuzzy felt a hard, sharp blow on the back of the head. He staggered (momentarily stunned) for a moment, turned, and realized that someone had thrown a golf-ball sized rock right at the back of his head! And there was the young brazen fool who had done it standing a mere thirty feet in front of him. It was Vincent Garfield, who must have sneaked up behind Scuzzy for the last minute or so until he was too close to miss beaning him with that rock.
Scuzzy glared at Vincent, who stuck out his tongue and gave him the finger! Scuzzy was already seeing red with the impact of that rock, and now he was insanely furious! He immediately charged forward to deal that cheeky brat a well-deserved beating, but Vincent was even faster than Scuzzy and ran away from him. Unwilling to let such a misdeed go without immediate retaliation, Scuzzy pursued the smaller boy with an angry yell and with no thought of anything except to beat his assailant to a bloody pulp.
Scuzzy expected Vincent to run to a place where there would be enough people around to give him temporary safety, but to Scuzzy’s amazement and satisfaction, the boy ran into a nearby abandoned lot in apparent panic. Scuzzy smiled grimly to himself. The lot was overgrown with weeds and small trees, and fenced in all around; the only way out was the way he had just gone in. Vincent was trapped and – once Scuzzy had caught up to him – would be at the older boy’s mercy with no one to see what happened or to hear his cries for help or mercy.
Scuzzy reached the open gate and saw his victim a mere fifty feet ahead of him – still running; apparently for dear life. Without pausing for thought, the vengeful Scuzzy charged right into the abandoned lot after him. Then, suddenly, Vincent stopped and turned to face his pursuer as if realizing the futility of flight and was making a futile stand just like the first time they met. With grim satisfaction, Scuzzy slowed down and walked toward the smaller boy with arrogant confidence. First he would knock the boy down and straddle his chest, beat on him until he begged for mercy, make him give Scuzzy his wallet, maybe force him to do something really humiliating like suck on his…
Still planning his fun for the day, Scuzzy was immediately tackled from behind by the six boys who had been patiently waiting for him right behind the fence. Before Scuzzy realized he was not alone with Vincent, he was lying face first on the ground and a heavy weight immediately settled on his shoulders. He briefly saw a pair of bare knees kneeling on either side of his head - just before a pair of hands latched onto the back of his head and pushed his face roughly down into the grass. All he could see now was a very close view of the grass beneath his face as a second weight settled onto his back and two of three others onto his struggling legs. A pair of hands grabbed his wrists and forced them together, and Scuzzy suddenly felt cold metal encircle his wrists at the same time he heard the clicking shut of a pair of handcuffs.
Terrified now, Scuzzy tried to struggle; but his face was still held firmly to the ground by the first set of hands while his handcuffed wrists were still being firmly held by the second. And now he felt more hands hold down his legs to keep them from thrashing around, and a sensation of tightness around his ankles and another set of metallic clicks in the same area told him that a set of leg-cuffs had now been locked there as well. Despite his increasingly hopeless position, Scuzzy began to swear revenge on whoever was doing this and continued his futile struggles.
The hands pushing down the back of his head suddenly grabbed his hair and pulled his head upward. Scuzzy had a quick glimpse of Vincent slowly walking toward him when a new pair of hands appeared right in front of him. They wrapped a cloth of some kind over Scuzzy’s eyes and then tightly around the back of his head. He was blindfolded! More scared than ever, Scuzzy continued to yell… and felt something soft and cloth-like shoved right into his open mouth! Whatever it was must have been wadded up, because it immediately expanded to fill his mouth entirely. Before he could spit out the thing, another cloth was tied firmly and securely over his mouth – effectively gagging him.
His unseen tormentors were giggling as they continued to hold him down. Suddenly Scuzzy felt ropes being tied tightly around his arms, wrists, ankles, knees and thighs all at the same time. Before long, he felt like a fly trapped inside a spider-web cocoon, and he was helpless to move a muscle from the neck down.
Scuzzy yelled incoherently into his gag, making a barely audible sound as he first demanded, and then begged for his release. But his muffled cries went unheeded as his captors continued to keep him pinned to the ground as they finished tying him. All this time they never said one word to him nor to one another; giving him no idea who had ambushed him other than Vincent.
The weights pinning him down abruptly left him – apparently at some silent signal unseen and unheard by him – and several sets of hands roughly turned him over. Then the weights settled back down upon him, leaving him totally incapable of movement. But though Scuzzy was expecting something awful to happen to him now, his unseen captors did nothing worse to him other than to keep him pinned down.
Suddenly the blindfold was partially lifted off of his eyes; just enough to enable him to see directly in front of him. Scuzzy looked up – now in terror rather than anger – and saw Vincent looking back down at him from where he was kneeling on Scuzzy’s chest. “I hope you’re comfortable,” Vincent told him. “You’ve harassed us all for long enough. Now you’re going to find out what it’s like when someone harasses you and won’t stop!”
The blindfold was replaced and Scuzzy gritted his teeth in expectation of a sudden beating, but still nothing happened. The boys said nothing further to him or one another, but simply held him imprisoned beneath their combined weight. Vincent apparently got off of him but his weight was immediately replaced with someone else’s. Scuzzy then heard Vincent talking at some distance away from him, but all Scuzzy made out were the words, “He’s ready! Bye!” He had apparently being using his cell phone to call someone - but whom? And ready for WHAT?!
After an unknown length of time, Scuzzy heard the sound of a vehicle drive up to the gate of the lot and stop. He heard a door open and close and then another door open. He heard some voices talking indistinctly a short distance away. Then the weights pinning him down disappeared. Unseen hands gripped him by my shoulders, arms, and legs and then lifted him up like an inert sack of grain. At this point Scuzzy’s blindfold slipped partially off his eyes, just enough to enable him to see the back of a large van sixty feet away from him but not any of the people who were carrying him straight toward the van. He caught a glimpse of Vincent talking with a young man about twenty years old who strongly resembled him, and then Scuzzy was slid right onto the floor of the otherwise empty back bay of the van.
Moments later several boys climbed into the back with him, and the back doors closed were behind them. There were too few seats inside the van for all six of them, but that didn’t matter to the other boys; they simply sat on Scuzzy as they settled in for the ride. All he could see now was a set of bare, skinny, hairless legs bracing his head and a set of brown shorts and part of a red shirt above them. He could not see any other part of the boy who sat on his chest; nor the faces of any of his other captors. Attempts to talk through his gag were ignored; no one even bothered to slap him to make him be quiet. It was as if he were nothing more than a mere unfeeling cushion that they rested on. Somehow, this was being worse than if they mercilessly pummeled him as he had expected. It was as if he was actually beneath their contempt for the moment and not even worth the bother to torment!
The van started up, and the helpless, thoroughly terrified Scuzzy was taken away to an unknown destination and an uncertain but undoubtedly unpleasant fate.
To Be Continued ---