Jeremy's School Bully

Author's Note: Jeremy is an actual person that requested that I write this fantasy down for him. He was specific about the situation, but left the rest up to me. This is a story with a very strong 'dominance' scene and should only be read by person's who find those situations erotic. Nothing new to my stories.


Jeremy hopped off the bus in front of his new school. He lived close enough to walk, but had decided to ride the bus instead. He wanted to see what it was like, because he'd never rode the bus at his last school, he had always walked. The school was a hulking sandstone building that loomed over the small front lawn like some mid-evil wyvern, gobbling up children every morning only to puke them back out onto the lawn in the afternoon. Over the years acid rain made long dark streaks of black and brown down its façade making it look as if Mother Nature had raked it with her claws. It was a post war building, but instead of looking like the World War II era building it was it looked more like it was built just after the Civil War. Students of all shapes and sizes were streaming from the busses into the warm fall sunshine only to be swallowed by the front doors into the gloomy interior. Jeremy fell in line with the rest, his backpack slung over one shoulder and a half sheet of paper clutched in his right hand. On the paper was written his class schedule, locker number and the combination to said locker.

Jeremy wasn't a big kid. He had a lean, almost thin, build on a 5'9" frame with slightly unkempt short brown hair that hung down near his eyes. A pair of straight leg jeans hung on his narrow hips, topped off by a green Polo shirt knock off, (Mom wasn't about to drop the cash for the real thing!) and his feet were covered by a rather stylish pair of black high top Converse gym shoes.

The basement floor of the school, where his and all of the freshman lockers were located, wasn't overly crowed. He was a late transfer senior so even though he was over 18 years old, he was stuck in the basement with the freshmen. There were no longer any classes held in the basement due to some mold issues, but it was generally accepted by the principal and teachers that the students could be down there long enough to get in their lockers for books and such, though neither he nor the teachers would venture down there unless absolutely necessary.