My Old Bully - Part 2

Hey folks!

It looks like I'm over the worst of the recovery, so I'll be back in action from Monday!

I'll be finishing off the stories that I've left on cliffhangers over the last few weeks, and also posting some very hot commissions that are due, and given that Halloween is coming, it would be rude not to throw in a little horror-sex!

Thank you all for your patience and support!

All characters are consenting adults (18+) 

The effects of the wine from the night before made my head spin. I hadn’t had much, but I wasn’t exactly used to drinking, and when I sat up in my bed, I sighed.

“Morning” I yawned, as I shuffled downstairs in my boxers. Dad was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, and Mom was probably already gone out for her morning walk with her friend.

“Morning, son” Dad replied, “late night?”

I mumbled an incoherent response and turned toward the kitchen before my heart stopped. Scott stood next to the refrigerator, drinking orange juice right from the carton, wearing only a pair of loose shorts. His shredded body looked as though it had been fucking sculpted, but that wasn’t my main concern.

“Dad what the fuck is he doing here?!” I spat, turning back to him and grabbing a cushion to hide my underwear clad body.

“Who, Scott?” He asked, without taking his eyes from his newspaper, “oh yeah, he’s taking us out for an afternoon at his father’s golf course”.

My eyes bulged.

“What?!” I hissed, and felt a strong hand slam against my shoulder.

“Hungover?” Scott grinned, strolling by me and pulling on an expensive looking shirt.

“No” I growled.

“Oh, what’s up with your face then?”

My nostrils flared as I glared at him, but he didn’t give a shit. He didn’t give a shit about anything.

“I was speaking with my father” he said, in that droning fucking accent. “He and Mother are actually spending the weekend at the golf course, and I’m sure they’d be delighted to meet you all”.

I could think of literally nothing else in the world that I wanted to do less than go to Scott Jenkin’s fucking golf course, but less than an hour later, we all sat in the car, and Scott and Sarah pulled up next to us in his brand new Mercedes.

“See you there” he said, and flicked down his obnoxious sunglasses before the engine roared and he disappeared.

“I’m so happy that Sarah has finally found a decent man” Mom smiled, and I gagged in the back.

The place was as huge and luxurious as I had expected it to be. Dad’s beaten up old Nissan looked utterly out of place as we pulled into the parking lot next to hundreds of top-of-the-range cars, and we found Scott standing with a handful of rich looking men wearing polo shirts and Rolexs.

“Come, come” he said, ushering my parents over to a table that overlooked the stunning golf course. I remained in place, as he introduced them to his own rancid parents, and when he returned, he looked me up and down like I was a piece of shit.

“Oh” he said, as his asshole buddies walked off.

“Oh what?”

“You’re not… You’re not actually dressing like that, are you?”

I looked down at my jeans and shirt. It was the same stuff I wore to church, and that was as good as it was going to get.

“What’s wrong with it?” I spat, and he grimaced, and walked away before turning back.

“Come”.

I scowled at him. What the fuck was I, his dog? Reluctantly, I followed him inside the large building, and down a set of tiled stairs. Everybody who we came across greeted him as though he was a fucking king, and a few minutes later we were in a pretty empty room.

“Strip” he said, and pulled open a closet.

“Excuse me?”

Scott looked at me and shrugged. “Strip”.

He pulled out a white polo shirt and a pair of black pants, and held them up to me. “Why are you so skinny?”

“I–”

“Don’t you work out?” He asked, as though my mere existence disgusted him.

“No!” I spat, and yanked the clothes off him. He shook his head in bewilderment, but watched me as I undressed. I already knew my face was red, so I quickly pulled on the pretentious clothing and stood back up.

“About last night” he said, and I squirmed.

“Forget about it” I replied, eager to move on from what had surely been a drunken joke.

“Oh, no” he laughed, “the offer still stands”.

I watched in disbelief as Scott walked back toward the door and put his hand on the handle.

“I’ve always enjoyed fuckin’ with you, Carter” he said, with a snarling grin on his face. “There’s just something about you that makes me enjoy tormenting you”.

I couldn’t believe my ears. Was this guy fucking serious?!

“In fact” he continued, and took a step closer to me. The stench of his expensive cologne filled my nostrils as he stood inches away. “You should be down on your hands and knees licking my fucking feet for even giving you my attention”.

I held my breath as a strange feeling rushed through me. I couldn’t help but imagine the scene, and as soon as I did, my cock began to swell.

“I fucking knew it” he grinned, and smacked my cock and balls through my pants. “Come on, time to get humiliated on the golf course. You’ll probably pop a fucking boner from that, too”.

Nothing felt real. The sun bore down on us as we played, but I could think of nothing else only what Scott had said. Was it cruel? Sure it was cruel, but why the fuck had the idea been so damn hot?! What was wrong with me? How had I gotten hard from being treated like shit by a guy like Scott?

I’d never played golf before in my life, and I didn’t quite care that I was doing horribly, because none of it mattered. All that mattered was that my brain had apparently been warped, and now I was some kinky freak who wanted to be dominated by my high school bully!

“You really do suck at this” he said, driving his golf ball through the air. “How about a bet?”

“What bet?” I spat, because although I was still incredibly confused about how I felt, I still fucking hated the guy.

“Whoever loses this hole, plays the next one naked”.

I did a double take. Surely it was another joke? We were on a damn golf course, there were almost certain other people in the area, though it was large enough that I hadn’t seen anybody in over an hour.

“No” I replied, and he scoffed.

“Pussy”.

“You’ll win!”

“Yeah” he shrugged, “so I’ll give you a three shot advantage”.

I looked over at the sign. It was a par three, which meant that most people would likely finish it in three shots, and if Scott was giving me a three shot advantage, then my chances, even if I was shit, were pretty good.

I glanced around again. I could think of nothing sweeter than Scott being forced to play the next hole completely naked, not only because I was growing increasingly curious about what he actually looked like naked, but because if he was caught, his father would be furious.

“Deal” I said, and he smirked as I set my ball on the tee.

My face burned as I watched him knock the ball into the hole in two shots. Meanwhile, I was on my forth shot, and was still nowhere near the green. How could I have been so stupid?

“Looks like you lose” he smiled, when I eventually putted the ball.

“I can’t do it, man” I groaned, still looking around.

“You lost the bet” he shrugged, “fair is fair”.

I felt sick to my stomach, but he was right. A bet was a bet, and I’d agreed to it.

My heart smashed in my chest as I awkwardly undressed near a tree. I could already picture my parents losing their minds, if I embarrassed them like this, but something weird had been happening inside me over the last few hours.

“Naked” Scott said, as I crouched down in my underwear.

“Come on man” I sighed, and another grin spread across his face.

“Rules are rules. Lose the underwear”.

Other than the fact that it was going to be mortifying to play a round of golf naked, the idea of Scott seeing my like that made me cringe. Despite that, and after one more worried glance around, I yanked down my boxers and hurried over to the tee.

“What a tiny little cock” he laughed, as I grabbed the golf club.

“Oh, grow up” I spat, and swung. He cackled again when I missed and sent a tuft of grass into the air.

“Look at the little thing bounce” he grinned, but I ignored him and swung again. Thankfully, the ball actually moved.

I stood awkwardly as Scott slowly positioned his ball. Every move he made, he made in slow motion, and I was becoming increasingly paranoid as I heard voices call tee! In the distance.

“Can you hurry up?!” I hissed, but he took his sweet ass time before eventually sending the ball through the air.

“You’ve got a nice ass” he said, and my cheeks blushed as I hurried ahead. “It’ll be much nicer when my cock is inside it”.

“Dude!” I barked, spinning around to him and holding my junk. “You’re dating my aunt!”

He smirked at me before his hand shot out and grabbed my face. “Yeah” he whispered, and ran his warm, wet tongue from my chin, up my cheek, and over my forehead. “Which means I’m gonna be around all the time, and judging by that little twig, you seem to like that idea”.

Scott shoved me away from him and I gasped as I looked down at my throbbing cock. I was going insane. I had to be going insane.