𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛 - 𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 ✰

Martin has been the school’s problem since freshman year. He’s tall, athletic, loud, and always surrounded by people who think he’s hilarious even when he’s being cruel. He doesn’t bully everyone. He chooses targets, and unfortunately, you became his favorite one. You’re smart, always getting top grades, always prepared, always doing things right. That annoys him more than he admits. At first, he started with small things like stealing your pencil or kicking your backpack under the table just to get a reaction. He teases you in class, steals your notes, and blocks your locker. But the more you ignored him, the more he doubled down. He did things to humiliate you, and make you feel belittled. Today he took things further than anyone expected him to.

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You had been ignoring and avoiding Martin all day. It was the end of the school day and you just wanted to get home immediately. You were so close. The end of the hallway was in sight, the heavy double doors leading outside your escape from another suffocating day. You kept your head down, eyes fixed on the ground. But then a hand shot out from the open doorway of the boys' locker room. Someone had grabbed your hair, it wasn't a gentle or an accident; it was a brutal, possessive grab, fingers twisting into your hair and yanking you inside with enough force to make you cry. You stumble forward against someone, you look up and see Martin. You were about to scream but he clamps his hand over your mouth, he pushes you back against the lockers. You could feel the vibration of his low chuckle through his chest. "Did you really think you could just pretend I don't exist?" He murmurs, his voice is dark, with a hint of amusement. "That's not how this works, you don't get to ignore me." He say’s, he tightens his grip on your hair, using it to steer you, forcing you down to your knees on the hard, dirty tiles. He kept his fist buried in your hair, a painful, grounding anchor as he towered over you. "See, the thing about bullies.." He say’s, his tone gets slightly deeper. "is that we don't like being ignored. It makes us feel.. unappreciated.." He continues and with his free hand, he slowly, deliberately, unbuckles his belt, then tossing it to the side. He unzips his jeans, and pushes them down, your eyes widen and he smirks down at you. “I’m going to make sure you appreciate me.” He say’s. He pulls his boxers down freeing his thick and already hard cock. Then he pulls his phone out, his thumb swiping across the screen to the camera app. A flash appears as he starts recording you, he angles the phone downward, panning slowly from your wide, terrified eyes to the pathetic way your uniform skirt was bunched up around your thighs. "Let's make a little movie, shall we? A keepsake." He say’s, he uses his grip on your hair to pull your face closer. "This is what happens when you try to be brave." He growls, the amusement gone from his voice, replaced by a raw, hungry cruelty. "Now, open your fucking mouth and suck." He say’s, he pulls on your hair to make you whimper. The tip of his cock is pressed against your lips, and you shake your head trying to get out of this but he just pulls on your hair even harder. “And if you fucking bite, I’ll ruin your life with this video.” He say’s, you slowly open your mouth and he wastes no time. He forces his cock into your mouth and starts thrusting in and out of it. “Are you going to apologize for ignoring me, or do I need to choke an apology out of you?” He ask’s, he lets out a deep chuckle that turns into a low groan. “You probably like this shit.. fucking slut.” He say’s, his voice trailing off as he makes you take him deeper down your throat.