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\n Bully or Buddy.

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\n By Wolfie Steel.

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\n Part 4.

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\n Author's note: This story is based on real life events. It will contain violence, bad language, gay sex, gay rape, and even death, so be warned!

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\n Tuesday morning and I feel better knowing that I have taken steps to take care of myself, sure I know that it is going to take a major leap of faith on my part, I've never been one to actively participate in sports, or get involved with after school activities, but I know that asking Mr. Standish for self defence lessons is my first step towards fending off the advances of O'Neil.

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\n I get myself ready for the start of the school day, I head to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast, I know that mom has had to go into work early, so again I'm left pretty much to my own devices. After breakfast I wash the dishes that I have used and then I collect my school bag and head out of the door.

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\n I look at my watch and realise that I'm running a little behind time and so a short cut is needed. I quickly cross the main road and crawl through a gap in the fence that lines the school playing field. I know that doing this will shave at least five minutes from my journey, as I walk across the field I put the headset to my personal cassette player over my ears and then press play on the player, music fills my ears and I walk without a care in the world.

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\n With hindsight this was the wrong thing to do, unknown to me I am not the only one on the field, but that is soon going to end, big time. I get rugby tackled from behind and I'm knocked to the ground, but before I can do anything to save myself I'm rolled onto my back. The next thing I realise is that my cock is exposed through the flies of my school trousers, and that Ben O'Neil's muzzle is just millimetres away from it.

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\n I let out a futile whimper but there is no one around to hear it, suddenly it happens, the inevitable action of O'Neil's muzzle enveloping my cock, I try to scramble away but a timely nip to my cock with his teeth dissuades me from trying any further attempts to escape. What happens next can only be described as pure hell, O'Neil swings around so that his muzzle still has my cock, but now his cock is pressing firmly at my muzzle.

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\n Somewhere in the melee of him getting me to the ground he has opened his own flies and allowed his meat to slip free, I try to keep my muzzle tightly sealed but again he gently bites my shaft, not enough to break the skin, but it's enough to cause my muzzle to open. Of course that is all he needs and I now find myself with his cock in my muzzle. I can't get away but neither do I close my muzzle around his shaft, that would make me no better than him.

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\n O'Neil removes my cock from his muzzle briefly to bark out a warning.

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\n "Hey bitch, get suckin' or lose your junk"

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\n Again he takes my shaft back into his muzzle, he reminds me of his order as I feel another bite, and so I'm forced to comply. Tears stream down my face as I start the horrid task of sucking O'Neil's cock; he starts to suck on my cock with the strength of an industrial vacuum cleaner.

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\n Ok, I admit I'm gay and that under normal circumstances and with the right consent from both parties, I would have no compunction about sucking a guy's cock, but this is anything but consenting, this is rape of the highest order and I want no part of it, but you could say that O'Neil has me right where he wants me, while I hate the thought of what is happening to me, I hate the thought of losing my cock more.

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\n I close my eyes as hard as I can while tears continue to stream down my muzzle, I try to think of a happy place, somewhere that I can go to in my mind that will take me far away from here, but it's a useless move, all I can see is the brute of Doberman fucking my muzzle and sucking my meat. Pretty soon I feel his cock twitch in my muzzle and I know that can only mean one thing, he's getting ready to blow.

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\n Sure enough, seconds later the first dribbles of pre enter my mouth, I try my damndest to not swallow, but he has me at a distinct disadvantage. Seconds later his knot is fully formed and resting against my muzzle, I'm determined that his knot is not entering my muzzle, but I know that it is all academic, he will blow his load into my muzzle whether his knot is inside or not. There is another twitch, larger than the first and suddenly my muzzle is filled with his cum.

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\n At first I do not swallow, but he reminds me that he has my cock between his teeth and so again I comply and swallow his load. Knowing that he is not going to get me to blow O'Neil slowly climbs off of me, as he stands he is putting his cock back inside his flies. I secretly wish that as he zips up his flies that he catches his cock in the zipper, but as is usual, I don't get that lucky. O'Neil now kneels down beside me and whispers in my ear.

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\n "Hey bitch, next time I take, and there will be a next time, you better fuckin' cum for me"

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\n After his warning he stands up and runs across the field towards the school leaving a much traumatized German Shepherd lying on the grass in floods of tears.

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\n I keep my eyes closed while crying, for how long I have no idea, but suddenly I'm aware of a soft and gentle paw resting against my own, and then the soft but strong voice of Mr. Bernard.

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\n "Mike, it's ok, it's me Mr. Bernard, I won't hurt you, though hurting O'Neil, that's a different matter"

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\n I open my eyes and through tear filled eyes I can see the features of a caring and concerned Rottweiler. He gently takes my paw and slowly raises me to my footpaws before speaking again.

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\n "Come with me back to the car and then we'll head into school, though we won't be staying, I will tell the school receptionist that you are helping me with a project and then we'll find a quiet cafe somewhere and talk about what I'm sure you have just been through"

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\n I gently nod my head; sure I don't know Mr. Bernard very well and I know all about not going off with strangers, but Mr. Bernard is a teacher after all and he has done nothing to make me think that I can't trust him fully, and so I follow him back to his car, he opens the passenger side door and I slowly get in. We then make the two minute drive into the school parking area; once he has found a space he turns to me and assures me that he will be back in a minute.

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\n He gets out of the car and heads towards the main entrance of the school, as I sit in the car and wait, I use my shirt sleeve to dry my eyes, I don't want anyone else to see me crying, the one thing that I can't get rid of though, is the taste of the animals cum, I doubt that even drinking industrial strength bleach will get rid of the taste. I look out of the window and I see Mr. Bernard leaving the school and heading back towards the car.

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\n Once he is sat back in the car he drives us to a quiet cafe, we both get out of the car and head inside. The Rottweiler asks me what I would like to eat and drink and then places our order while I find us a free table to sit at.

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\n Mr. Bernard comes to the table and sits opposite me after placing our order; he lets out a sigh and begins the chat that I really don't want to go through.

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\n "Ok Mike, your clothes are a mess, you have a bump on the back of your head so I can only come to one conclusion, and that is that you have been attacked by O'Neil again"

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\n At the mention of his name a stray tear rolls down my cheek, so Mr. Bernard continues.

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\n "Well that's all the confirmation I need, now as unpleasant as this is probably going to be, I want you to tell me what happened, and don't leave anything out, I want you to tell me everything"

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\n I begin to shiver as I recall the attack in my mind, but slowly I begin to speak.

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\n "I was running late for school, so I decided to cut across the school playing fields...I knew that it would save me quite a few minutes, well I decided to put my headphones on and started listening to my walkman, the thing is though I like my music kinda loud. I didn't hear anyone following me because of the music, and the next thing I know I was rugby tackled to the floor"

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\n Mr. Bernard can see that I'm getting upset.

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\n "I know this is upsetting you Mike, but I need to know what O'Neil did to you"

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\n I try to calm myself so that I can continue.

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\n "Well sir, after I was knocked to the ground O'Neil...unzipped my school trousers...hi...his muzzle was real close to my sheath, so close I could feel his breath...well I tried to get away and that is when it happened...he took my sheath into his muzzle and started biting it"

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\n By now the tears are streaming down my face again, but I continue.

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\n "I was trapped, I didn't want to go through with it, but when your junk is that close to sharp teeth your options are pretty short, so I thought that if I let him suck me off he would leave me alone...but instead he went for phase two, he made me suck his penis, I...I didn't want to but again he bit my sheath. When I finally gave in and took his sheath, he removed mine from his muzzle just long enough to tell me to suck him, he called me a bitch"

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\n I can now see Mr. Bernard's fangs beginning to show and I can hear a low throaty growl coming from his muzzle, but I continue on to the worst bit.

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\n "He...he...he then blew his load inside my muzzle and forced me to swallow"

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\n Just as I finish telling Mr. Bernard what O'Neil did to me, our order arrives. I try to hold back my tears while the guy serving our order is there, but as soon as he is gone the tears begin to flow again, this time though Mr. Bernard doesn't hold back, he quietly kneels in front of me and looks into my eyes.

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\n "Michael, listen to me and listen good, what O'Neil has done to you is in no way your fault, you did not ask him to rape you, neither did you lead him on, you were just making your way to school like all the rest of the kids, well all except one"

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\n With that said, Mr. Bernard sits back in his seat and we both begin to tuck into the food and drink that is in front of us. We may be eating and drinking, but I can see the look of distaste in Mr. Bernard's eyes.

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