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Gabe got a message on Instagram.

"Hey, you Gabe? I'm Joey, part of the welcoming committee at school. You have time for a video chat?"

That seemed a little odd, but Gabe clicked on his profile. Holy fuck. This guy was a fucking god. His body was insane. He had flexing vids, work out vids, tons of pictures with his truck and some with what appeared to be (unfortunately) his girlfriend. Still, he continued scrolling, mesmerized by this hunk.

He snapped out of it when he got another message. "You there? Just want to welcome you to our school after your first day." Well, that seemed nice. And most people didn't seem too nice to him at his new school. They definitely weren't anything like his old school. His father had taken a job that moved them to a much more rural part of the country. Gabe, coming from the big city, wasn't used to it. He had dreaded this move. After his first day he was unsure. Things weren't terrible but things seemed so different and strange down here.

Still, Gabe took a deep breath. Yeah... yeah he can talk to this hunk. This muscular stud. He could take some time to talk to him.

Gabe responded back "Yeah this is Gabe. I can talk." A few moments after responding Gabe received a notification for a request to video chat. He accepted the request and was met by the beautiful specimen on his phone screen.

"Hey Gabe, how's it going. This is Joey," said the jock through Gabe's phone. "H-hey," Gabe started. "I'm Gabe. I'm doing good, how are you," he responded. "I'm good, I'm good," said Joey. "Actually just got done with a workout so I'm feeling really good. Nice and pumped," he continued. And with Joey leaned back and performed a beautiful double bicep flex, just for Gabe.

"Pretty massive, huh?" asked Joey, cockily. He was smiling as his massive arms ballooned in a way Gabe's never wood. Gabe swallowed hard as he took in those huge muscles. "Oh yeah, you're big!" said Gabe, smiling awkwardly and immediately wondering if it made him sound like he wanted to touch and lick every part of those muscles. Of course he did but didn't want Joey knowing that. Joey stopped flexing and leaned forward again, continuing the conversation.

"Hey listen, I know today was your first day, hope it was good for you. You're from the city right?" Joey asked. "Oh y-yeah, how did you know?" asked Gabe. "Oh, I like to keep track of whose at my school you know. Just to be informed," said Joey. "I also like to help students like yourself transition to this school."

Students... like himself? Gabe thought that sounded weird. He guessed Joey probably meant new students from different places. Surely he didn't mean...

After a few moments of silence as Gabe took that in, Joey started speaking again. "You see, I think you're going to find that this school is a lot different than the school you're used to in the city," Joey continued. "You see in this school, there is a hierarchy." A hierarchy? What the hell, thought Gabe.

"You see, I'm a big, masculine jock... clearly," said Gabe. And with that he flexed his right arm.

BOOM! Those big arms exploded again. This guy sounded like a jerk but it was hard to argue that he wasn't what he said he was. Despite himself, Gabe felt a strange sensation in his hole talking to Joey. Seeing those big muscles and hearing how arrogant, matter-of-fact... even ominously threatening this conversation seemed to be going. It made Gabe want to shove something large up his hole.

Still flexing, clearly admiring himself in his own screen, Joey continued. "... and you're a faggot," he said. It hit Gabe like a punch to the gut. What the hell did he just say? He just called him a faggot? Gabe was livid but that sensation in his hole was getting stronger. His face was clearly showing an offended expression but he couldn't deny he was staring into that bicep.

Gabe snapped out of it. "Fuck you, how dare you call me a faggot," said Gabe, his heart racing.

"See that kind of talk won't work at our school, that's why you're lucky to have me," said Joey. "I'm going to be your bully."

Again, Gabe was flabbergasted. What the hell was going on? "My bully? W-what is this?" asked Gabe. He was panicking a bit now, this had to be weirdest call he had ever had.

"Yes, at this school, faggots get bullied, and you're lucky enough to have me as your personal bully," he said. Gabe looked at him with disbelief. "And you should get used to being called ‘faggot,’ because that's the only thing people will call you. Well, that's not true - homo, queer, fag trash, piece of shit, scum of the earth - I think you get the picture," he said. Gabe could not believe what he was hearing. And yet his hole throbbed.

"You see, as part of your welcome to our school, and my introduction as your bully, I'm going to give you a crash course tomorrow morning," he said. "You're going to meet me at school bright and early faggot - 6:30am. That should give us enough time for everything I have planned." Gabe just stared at his phone, terrified but transfixed. And horny, listening to this straight god.

"Your first task - of many to come - will be to bring me coffee. Just black coffee," he said. "You'll meet in the parking lot at my car," he said. "You will approach, crawling on your hands and knees faggot. Then you will have the honor cleaning my nasty boots, bitch. These things are dirty. You're going to slobber all over them and make a breakfast out of the mud, grass, and grime stuck in the bottom of them." Oh my god, Gabe thought. Is he serious? Still, he couldn't help but imagining how it would feel to be on his hands and knees licking a... real man's shoes. "While you do this, I'll be going over exactly why straight men are so superior to faggots like you," he explained. "Your first course by me. Of course at some point I'll kick off my boots and you can feast on my straight feet."

Gabe's mind got all jumbled up at the thought of tasting his new bully's feet. Of licking and sucking those beautiful toes. He wondered how they must smell.

"After I'm satisfied with your foot worshipping skills we'll head inside where I'll introduce you to the locker room bathrooms," he said. "You'll be on urinal cleaning duty this morning. And to be clear, you only clean using one tool: your mouth."

Gabe's mouth dropped open a bit. Cleaning urinals... with his mouth? What the hell? "That's right, only straight jocks like me use those bathrooms and you'll have the honor of licking up their nasty piss stains," said Joey. "We actually have a schedule of fag urinal cleaners that I'll fit you into, one every day of the week," he said. "If any guys happen to come into the bathroom while your on cleaning duty, they will grab your stupid head and put into the urinal, and you will accept their straight piss right down your throat," he said. Gabe's mouth opened even more. Drinking... piss? Straight piss? Straight, homophobic piss? "And I will be in the bathroom tomorrow which means you'll be drinking my piss, and trust me I will have a lot saved up for you," he said. Tasting... Joey's piss? Fuck. Fuck.

"And then when you've satisfied me with your cleaning skills," Joey continued. He crossed his arms in front of him and put on a serious face. His forearms flared. He looked intimidating as hell. "The fag bashing begins," he said.

Gabe's jaw dropped. Joey always loved seeing the reaction on a fag's face when it learned it was going to get the shit beat out of it. "I-I-I'm going to be... fag... bashed?" asked Gabe pathetically, not believing what he was hearing.

"Oh yeah," responded Joey, with a hard flex of his giant arm, nodding his head. Gabe involuntarily let out a girly moan as he saw that massive rock hard muscle flex, combined with the threat from his new bully. "These muscles aren't just for show. They're also for breaking fag spirits and bodies," he said. He grunted as he flexed even harder, his muscles becoming even larger.

"When people see your beaten down body tomorrow, they're going to know exactly who fucking did it, faggot," he said. Gabe noticed his new bully's muscles flare a bit as he said it. "Listen, I take this seriously. I'm a fucking artist when it comes to fag bashing." It was clear how seriously he took his work. "You know, some of the guys were fighting over you," he said with a smile. "We all love to work over some new faggot from the city. You're so lucky you got me though. No other guy does it like me. I make this a whole experience for my faggot. You see, I actually care about you faggots. I can't have you believing the lie that you are equal to someone like me. That will be made very clear," he said.

"Here I'll give you a taste of my work. Here's a video of a fag from last month," he said. Gabe saw a video attachment pop up in the chat. Gabe wordlessly opened it and watched. Oh fuck. What was shown was a tiny pathetic faggot who already had a swollen eye and a busted lip. He was looking up at the camera with a dumb look on his face. Suddenly, an arm extended forward from behind the camera and a massive hand wrapped around the fag's throat. The fag's neck was so scrawny it almost totally wrapped around it. You could see the beginning of Joey's massive forearm come into frame too. It was an incredible sight. The fag's eyes were starting to roll back but Joey then released enough to let him breathe a bit, keeping the fag low on oxygen but conscious. Suddenly you could hear Joey's voice from behind the camera say, "Tell me how you feel after our lesson."

"Thank you... sir," said the faggot through a strained voice as Joey continued to apply different levels of pressure to the fag's throat from his massive hand. "I... understand now that.. faggots are... inferior to men like you and... do not deserve rights. You... you are a god... sir." The fag sounded so pathetic, made even more so by it choking out every word as the big muscled arm crushed its throat. "Not bad," said Joey. And he released the fag's throat from his hand. The fag instantly started coughing, Joey let the fag catch its breath and then said, "But I'm not totally convinced. I think you need more of my lesson," he said. The fag's eyes got wide, the fag clearly thought it was over. "Why don't you worship this fucking huge bicep and beg it for more abuse, faggot," he said. With that he flexed the most impressive bicep into the camera Gabe had ever seen. It seemed like it was even bigger and more freaky as the result of what Joey had just done to the fag. The fag's eyes got even wider in the background as Joey put his big bicep in the foreground, still holding his phone with the other hand. After a few moments of understandable awe from the fag, he obeyed the commandment from his god. He kissed that bicep, he licked it, and worshipped it. Between kisses and licks, he said, "Please, abuse me more" or "Please I deserve it." One time he just said "Fuck it's so big and hard" which Joey enjoyed.

Finally, Joey retracted his big arm from the frame. The fag was mid kiss when he did so, just kissing the air as that big beautiful muscle went away. Joey then made a sound of hawking a loogie behind the camera and then suddenly he spit and you saw a massive loogie splatter across the fag's face. Joey then said "fuck you faggot" and then very quickly a big fist came towards the fag's face. When it made impact with his homo victim's face the video stopped.

While the video played, Joey was watching the fag's face, enjoying the different levels of expression. Shock, horror, ... excitement? Joey's cock was rock hard in his pants. The fag looked back at Joey after the video stopped, Joey absent mindedly flexed his huge muscles again. "So what did you think?" he asked. "Oh my god..." the fag just moaned - it was all too much. It was making his faggot head spin. "We can make a video just like that... what do you say?" Joey said with a smile on his face, his big biceps still exploding beside him. "I- oh god, I-" Gabe could barely speak.

Joey interrupted him. "Listen, you can take all the AP and honors courses you want to, but I'm going to the best fucking teacher you're going to get at this school, faggot," said Joey. By now he was really feeling the testosterone through is body. It felt amazing to him, telling this faggot how it was going to be. "In the school of Joey, you'll learn how fags should really be treated. How they deserve no respect, no kindness, and no rights." His body was exploding with power. He almost wanted to meet up with this fag tonight to give him a lesson right now. But he knew it would be better to wait until the morning. "I will shatter your self-image, destroy any self-worth you have. You will truly understand how low you are. Just when you think you are at your lowest, I will take you lower faggot. I truly think I was put on this earth to destroy faggots like you, and there is nothing I enjoy more," he said. Gabe believed him.

"Oh by the way faggot, fag bashing makes me horny as hell. Fuck, I'm hard just thinking about it. And if I don't have a bitch around... well, who knows what can happen," he said with a sly smile. Oh ffuccccckkkkk. Gabe had to bite his lip from moaning out loud at the thought. This stud fucking his throat or pussy? Fuck Gabe needed something up his hole right now! He needed his bully's cock!

"Now faggot," Joey said, interrupting Gabe's perved thoughts. "Enough, get down on the floor. Get on your fucking knees and beg me to be your fag-bashing bully," demanded Joey.

Gabe was overwhelmed. His hole was on fire, yearning for punishment from a very large object. He could barely think. His mouth hung open dumbly, this straight homophobe turning his mind into mush. He found himself getting down on his knees, holding his phone above him, as if looking up at Joey. "Beg faggot," Joey, said. And he flexed his massive muscles one more time.

Looking at that beautiful body, that beautiful body that wanted to destroy him, Gabe accepted his fate. "Please, please be my fag-bashing bully!" Gabe's hole was on fire now, finally admitting what he wanted. "Please destroy me for being a faggot! You are superior! You are a god!" Involuntarily Gabe arched his back as he kneeled, presenting his pussy for that big homophobic cock. Joey smiled, his muscles seeming to expand even more. "There we go, that's what we want to hear faggot," he said, in love with himself. "I recorded that, going to send it to the other guys. We all enjoy watching a once-proud faggot grovel for a bully," he said. "Who knows, maybe one of them will make a guest appearance at our little session tomorrow," he added.

"Ok that's enough, see you bright and early faggot," he said. "Get ready for the most brutal lesson of your fucking life you little homo freak. Welcome to your new school, faggot!" And then he ended the call. Gabe just sat there for a moment staring at his phone. Then he quickly made his way to his dresser, digging into it to find the hidden dildo he had in there. He positioned the dildo on his seat, tore off his shorts, shoved the dildo down his faggot throat to get it sloppy, and sat on it. He moaned, and brought up his phone, scrolling through Joey's Instagram. Holy fuck, holy fuck, destroy me Joey! Please sir! That was all that was going through Gabe's mind. How had this big bully so thoroughly ruined him? He wasn't sure but he thrusted the dildo even harder inside of him. Fuck it felt amazing. He couldn't wait until tomorrow.

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