Using Bobby
-- a Cruel Little Story
By Ben Coolen
bencoolen@protonmail.com
Readers, please keep in mind that this story is 100% fictional. In real life no man is better than the other, and nobody is entitled to treat other people cruelly.
This story contains sexual acts (domination, submission, humiliation, copulation, masturbation) between young persons. If you don't like it, or it is illegal in your country, state or community, please stop reading it immediately.
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Thanks to Naughty Bard for proofreading the text.
Young Justin had a goal.
His goal was hidden inside Katie Mallory's panties.
Bobby Anderson was going to assist Justin in reaching his goal. Bobby just didn't know it yet.
"I'm never gonna be able to have sex with her. Why do I always have to fuck up at the last minute," Justin groaned to his older brother Chase.
Besides being his brother, Chase was Justin's mentor and most trusted friend.A handsome, confident, popular guy and successful athlete -- intelligent, witty and ruthless, Chase was always willing to use any means necessary to achieve whatever goal he had set his mind to. And often Chase's goals involved sex.
He laughed and patted the shoulder of the depressed teen next to him on the shotgun seat of his Camaro.
"You'll get there, lil' bro, I promise. You just don't try hard enough. And most of all, you're too nice."
"Too nice? What do you mean by that?"
"Look, I've met Katie. She's a hot package, I agree with you in that. Great tits, sexy and funny and flirty. And believe me, for the right kinda guy she's willing to put out, too. I know that from the slutty look she gave me at Frankie Boy's party. The only thing that kept me from taking her to bed with me was the fact that I knew you have the hots for her. I want you to have her first, but I won't wait forever little bro," he teased.
"Well, thanks for that, I guess," Justin said bitterly.
His comment made Chase laugh,
"Haha, you're jealous already! Look, a girl like her doesn't like nice guys. You need to find the bad boy hiding inside you. Bad Justin, the mean motherfucker, that's the guy who's gonna pull Katie's panties down, not nice Justin."
Justin banged the dashboard with his fist.
"Fuck, I wanna meet this bad guy, Chase! Fuck, I wanna be that guy! How am I gonna do that? I don't want to pick fights."
"You don't need to fight anybody, only idiots do that. You use your brain and balls. All you need to do is to show your girl that you're an Alpha man, the leader of the pack. A chick like Katie will love you for that. But you gotta be determined and merciless. The only thing that matters is getting into Katie's panties. Don't let anything or anybody stop you from reaching your goal."
"I can do that, Chase! But I wanna hear more -- right now!"
Chase laughed, delighted that his little bro was catching up so quickly.
"Listen, this is what you gotta do..."
The boy Justin picked as his victim was Bobby Anderson.
Justin didn't like nor dislike Bobby. For him, and for most kids in their school, Bobby was a nobody, a clumsy loner who didn't really want attention and usually didn't get any. Bobby wasn't actually fat but he was a bit overweighed, and everybody knows that's a problem in today's teenage world that disdains anybody who isn't fit and beautiful. So, Bobby was invariably a target of various cruel comments. He even got a nickname from one of the jocks.
Once when the boys were playing shirts and skins basketball in PE, poor clumsy Bobby had accidentally collided with Cody, a jock in the shirts team, making Cody drop the ball he was just about to send through the hoop.
"Hit me again Bobby and you're dead!" Cody yelled.
Then he looked at the shirtless Bobby and pointed at his belly with a sneer on his sweaty face.
"Look at that, guys! From now on I'm gonna call him Chubby! Get the fuck outta my sight, Chubby Bobby!"
And everybody laughed. Bobby turned beet red and walked off the field. Since then he regularly heard someone call "Chubby!" when he walked by.
Justin didn't call him that, though. Not because he was nice to him, but he just had no interest in Bobby. For him, Bobby was a nobody.
But the biology class field trip changed that.
The twenty-or-so students were delighted to see that the school board had been forced to rent a real, decent bus for their trip, as most of their regular wrecks were undergoing another desperate repair. It was a nice bus with proper soft seats that were facing each other, so that every four seats formed a group on both sides of the aisle.
Justin took his seat in the bus, strategically close to Katie who was seated on the other side of the aisle. He could hardly believe his luck when Bobby arrived right behind him and asked politely if he could take the seat opposite Justin. Justin gave him a tiny nod with his head, as if to say, "If you really have to". Justin's friend Steve took the seat next to him.
What Justin didn't know was that Bobby didn't pick his seat by accident. For a couple of years now, Bobby had had a desperate crush on Justin. He always tried to position himself in the classroom so that he could secretly watch Justin. He loved his half-long, thick blond hair, bright white smile and slim body. Justin wasn't a big athlete, but he had excellent genes, and he sported a trim body with reasonably broad shoulders, narrow hips and firm apple-like buttocks.
Today Justin was wearing a blue hoodie over a white tank top and skinny jeans that had fashionable rips on the knees and thighs. Justin's jeans had a large rip even high on the right thigh, the inside pocket of his pant poking out of the hole, and you could even see the leg of his light blue boxers through it.
Bobby knew Justin was heavily into girls, as he was constantly flirting with them. But on this trip Bobby would be able to enjoy watching his dream-boy from a close distance. Maybe Justin would even speak to him?
Their bus took off and headed towards the freeway, and the passengers began their normal teenage chatting and goofing around. The substitute teacher, Mr. Moran, was a young, insecure nerd who felt uncomfortable trying to keep order among the students in his class. Many of the boys were bigger and much more masculine than him, so he instinctively tried to avoid any confrontation with them.
Justin sat silent, with the lid of his ball cap covering his eyes, fiddling with his phone. He was getting ready for his performance. He thought over and over again what Chase had told him.
"Be merciless. All that matters is reaching your goal. Justin, the mean motherfucker, is gonna pull down Katie's panties. Don't let anything get on the way!"
He took a deep breath and opened his game.
"Go get me a bottle of water from the cooler, Bobby," Justin said matter-of-factly, without lifting his eyes from the phone.
Bobby looked surprised. He would be happy to get Justin a bottle of water from the cooler their teacher had brought for them, but a guy isn't supposed to run errands for another boy just like that. So, Bobby tried to play his part.
"What? Why me? Why don't you get your own water, Justin?"
"Because I'm tired. Now, go get it."
Bobby was confused. Justin wasn't his friend, but he had never harassed him either. Why was he acting like that now? But Bobby decided to hold his ground.
"No. Go get it yourself."
Justin lifted the lid of his ball cap and turned it backwards. He leaned closer and stared Chubby straight in the eye, hard.
"I said, go -- get -- me -- a bottle -- of -- fucking -- water, Bobby," Justin said, emphasizing every word.
He knew everybody around them were holding their breaths now and waiting to see the outcome of this battle of wills. There was hesitation and fear in Bobby's eyes. Justin knew he was going to score a point.
"Now!" He suddenly snapped, leaning forward.
Bobby got up as fast as he could, but the poor boy was clumsy and lost his balance and fell back to his seat, making everybody laugh.
Justin glanced at Katie, and to his delight he saw her laughing and looking at him approvingly. Justin smiled at her, and she smiled back.
This is going sooo well, Justin thought.
At first his friend Steve was surprised of Justin's unusual rudeness, but he was soon laughing with the others and encouraging him to go on.
Bobby came back with the water and handed the bottle to Justin without a word. Justin took it without bothering to thank him. Bobby sat down on his seat, looking sulky.
Steve's phone started to buzz, and he moved to the back to the bus, away from the commotion around Justin. To Justin's delight Katie got immediately up, crossed the aisle and took Steve's seat. Justin smiled at her and she smiled back. The magic was working! Now was the time to get the show really going.
Justin took off his hoodie so that Katie could see his biceps and trim upper body. Then he clasped his hands behind his head, stretched out his legs and propped his feet in Bobby's lap.
Bobby looked shocked. He stared at the unlaced scruffy hi-top Vans in his lap.
"Hey, take your shoes off my lap!"
Justin smiled.
"Why?"
"Because I don't want them there."
"You don't want them there? Well, what are you gonna do about it, Chubby?" Justin said and looked at Katie. Katie giggled a bit and gave him an encouraging little nudge on the shoulder.
Hearing that nasty epithet come from Justin's mouth burned Bobby like acid. Why was he being so mean to him? On the other hand, feeling Justin's legs on his knees and thighs felt so good that Bobby secretly hoped that he would keep them there forever. And looking at Justin's scornful, handsome face smirking opposite him, and the tight tank top and the ripped jeans he was wearing, was causing Bobby a potentially very embarrassing erection.
"Come on, leave me alone. Take your shoes off my lap." Bobby pleaded.
"My feet are tired. I need to rest them," Justin mused.
"But your shoes are filthy. They are smudging my pants."
"Aww, my shoes are smudging your pants? How about your hoodie, Chubby?" Justin asked and rubbed the sole of his left shoe on Bobby's hoodie, leaving clear footprints in the light-grey cotton.
His move made the audience laugh, and Katie put his arm around his shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world, which, of course, encouraged Justin to continue.
He pressed Bobby's belly with the tip of his shoe.
"You got a bag of Jello under your shirt Chubby? Why don't you share it with us? Looks like there's enough for everybody!"
The raucous laughter that rewarded Justin's pun made finally the teacher stand up from his seat next to the driver.
"Anything going on there that I should be aware of, guys?" He asked, trying to act relaxed, but his voice cracked mid-sentence.
"No worries Bert, go back to sleep," some of the boys called back, and the unashamed use of his first name made the teacher blush and sink back to his seat.
Katie's hand stroked gently Justin's neck and shoulder, her fingers even finding their way through the open sleeve of his tank top. Justin's mouth felt suddenly dry, and he felt his cock starting to get hard.
"Want me to take my shoes off your lap, Chubby?" he asked.
"Yes. Please."
"Okay," Justin said and kicked his left shoe off. It landed on the floor with a thump. The right one followed soon after that. Then he rested his feet in Bobby's lap again.
Katie laughed and leaned on Justin's shoulder. He could smell her perfume and feel her breast against his arm.
Bobby stared at Justin's feet. He was wearing white no-show socks, pearl-white on the top but already slightly grey on the soles. Justin's ankles and the lower part of his hairy calves were visible between the socks and the legs of his jeans that rolled a couple of inches up as the current fashion required.
Bobby knew he should be angry and disgusted. But to his horror his cock was getting fully hard.
He knew he had to do or say something to maintain even a tiny bit of his dignity.
"Justin, your socks smell bad. I want you to take them off my lap. Please."
Katie leaned closer to Justin. Her right breast was pressing against his left shoulder, and her hand was stroking his back under his shirt.
"Katie, why don't you sit here," Justin said, patting his lap.
"Steve sure would appreciate to get his seat back, right, Steve?"
Steve chuckled and winked at him.
"I sure would, Justin."
Katie got up and sat in Justin's lap. Her ass was warm and made his loins burn. Justin looked around and saw that most of the kids in the bus had now gathered around their little group.
He leaned closer and whispered in Katie's ear:
"Wanna see me make him suffer more?"
Katie slid his hand lower down on Justin's back. She looked at him, biting her lip a bit. Then she nodded yes, and Justin smiled.
"Did you say my socks smell bad, Chubby?"
"Yeah."
"Are you sure? I just put clean socks on this morning," Justin said, pretending to be puzzled, and lifted his right leg up and pressed the sole of his sock on Chubby's face.
"Take a sniff, Fatso."
Everybody but Bobby laughed, and Justin felt Katie's arm wrap around his waist. She left her hand resting against the top of his thigh and moved her ass in his lap a bit. Justin's cock was fully hard now, and he knew she would notice that. But she didn't seem to mind that at all.
Bobby tried to turn his face away but Justin's foot found his nose and lips again and again. Finally, Justin lowered his feet back to Bobby's lap.
He saw the misery in Bobby's face and suddenly felt remorseful for his own cruelty. But at that very moment he felt Katie move her hand from his back to his upper thigh very close to his crotch.
"Wanna see more?" he whispered hoarsely in Katie's ear.
She rubbed his thigh through the worn denim of his tight jeans. Then she slipped her fingers through the rip in the jeans until they touched the bulge in Justin's underwear. Only the ultra-thin fabric of his boxers now separated his cock from the girl's fingers. She gave his rod a little squeeze.
"You're a bad boy Justin," she cooed into his ear.
Justin grinned. Then he looked at Bobby. He could see the submission in his eyes. Bobby knew there was more to come.
"You still think my socks smell bad, Chubby?" Justin asked.
"Yes I do." Chubby replied defiantly, but Justin saw tears of shame in his eyes.
Bobby had fallen into Justin's trap.
"Okay then. Take them off."
"What?"
"I said, take my socks off."
Bobby looked at him, horrified.
"No!"
Justin leaned in at looked at Bobby with a mean little smile on his lips. His hand moved seemingly incidentally up Katie's side until his hand cupped her right breast.
"You said no to me? Listen. I'm gonna tell you once again. But only once. If you say no again, you're gonna have an accident in the woods. A nasty accident. Got it?"
Bobby's lower lip was trembling, and Justin knew he had won. He flashed an exultant grin.
"Take my socks off, Fatso."
Everybody around them cheered as Bobby started to roll down Justin's white ankle sock. When he got halfway, he took hold of the tip and pulled the sock off. He repeated the process with the other sock, then holding them in his hands, looking unsure what to do.
Justin smiled at him.
"Put them in your pocket, Fatso. I'll tell you when I want you to put them back on."
Bobby looked totally defeated as he rolled up Justin's socks and stuffed them into the pocket of his hoodie. He stared out of the window, hoping that Justin would leave him alone.
And Justin was going to do just that. Now he felt real bad for tormenting Bobby who had done nothing to provoke him. He reckoned he had almost reached his goal.
But Katie didn't budge. After a minute of no activity she moved a little in Justin's lap.
"Maybe I should get back to my seat," she said, giving Justin a disapproving look.
"But why? I thought you liked it here," Justin asked.
She frowned and looked at Bobby and then again at Justin. She bit her lower lip.
"I'm bored," she said and rubbed Justin's boner.
Justin looked into her blue eyes.
He smiled and they exchanged a kiss. Then he looked at Bobby.
"Chubby, while you're at it, why don't you give me a nice foot rub."
Bobby looked horrified. Surely Justin wouldn't want to make him do something so degrading in front of everybody?
"Please Justin, no..." he pleaded.
Justin was feeling sorry for him again. Maybe it really was time to call off the game.
"Well, okay..." he started, but at that moment Katie rubbed his cock again.
Justin felt dizzy. He thought about what his brother had said.
"Be merciless. The only thing that matters is the goal."
"Well, okay, I'll say this once again. Give me a foot rub, fucking Fatso."
Katie giggled.
Someone said excitedly,
"Come on guys, you gotta see this!"
More heads poked over the seats to see what was happening.
Bobby had no resistance left. He took hold of Justin's bare foot and started to rub it, holding back tears, as the audience cheered and hollered around him.
Katie wriggled her ass and massaged Justin's cock. Now he was afraid he would cream his pants, and he turned his attention to Bobby again.
"That's it, Fatso. You were born to rub guys' feet, weren't you?" he taunted Bobby, and Katie rewarded him with another squeeze of his dick, encouraging him to go on.
"You're a fag, ain't you Fatso? You love rubbing my feet, don't you," he teased his victim with a raspy voice.
Mercifully, Bobby's final ordeal ended fairly soon, as their teacher announced that they were approaching their destination. Everybody gathered their stuff, the doors of the bus opened, and the students flocked out. Katie, too, got up to get her bag from his own seat, and the indecent bulge in Justin's jeans was suddenly exposed to Bobby. Justin saw his eyes widen and he laughed and grabbed the bulge in an obscene move as a final insult to Bobby, before crouching down to pull his Vans on his bare feet.
Justin was briefly puzzled about what he saw in Bobby's face. His wide eyes expressed shock, but also something else he couldn't define, like longing, or... was it lust? But Justin had to hurry to catch Katie and he forgot all about Bobby.
Bobby came out last, stretching his hoodie so that it covered his own hardon.
When all the students were out, the teacher gave them their assignments, annoyed to find out that Justin, Katie and Bobby had mysteriously disappeared from the scene.
They hadn't sneaked out together, though.
While the other students were at work, searching for plants to be identified, young Justin S. Westcliff fucked his dream girl behind a large boulder that hid them from the rest of the entourage. Katie was on his back on the thick moss, her head resting on Justin's rolled-up hoodie.
The teens were totally focused in each other's bodies and lust, with zero thought for Bobby who had been the key factor in bringing them together.
But Bobby was not far away. He was watching their copulation from his hiding place only some eight yards away, on top of a small boulder that was camouflaged by thick branches of oak. He admired through a slit in the leaves how Justin's ripped body moved, and how his tight buttocks flexed in rhythm with his thrusts. He felt jealous when Katie's hands moved down on Justin's back and cupped those divine butt muscles that Bobby dreamed so much of, knowing he would never be able to touch them.
Bobby was on his knees on the rock, jacking his cock with Justin's socks pressed on his nose. Unlike he had told Justin, they didn't smell bad at all, he loved the sweet mixture of deodorant and teenage feet. The socks belonged to Justin, after all!
Bobby thought about how warm Justin's feet had felt in his hands when he rubbed them, and he reminisced the victorious, scornful smile on the handsome boy's face when he made Bobby do it, and the way he boldly cupped Katie's breast... and finally the way he revealed the obscene bulge in his jeans to Bobby! The bulge looked huge, and now he had seen Justin's hard cock live, proudly pointing towards the blue sky, when he settled on top of his girl. Justin had a real man's cock, nothing like Bobby's own little weenie.
Bobby took one final sniff of Justin's socks and shot a healthy load of cum into his free hand. He wiped it in the moss that covered his hiding place.
Bobby waited until Justin and Katie finished their business, got dressed and started to walk hand in hand towards the meeting point. Bobby sat on his boulder and watched them go. Justin had got what he wanted, and Bobby was happy for him. In his opinion, Justin was such a special individual that he deserved to have all the best girls. But why had he been so mean to him?
Justin never asked Bobby what he had done with his socks.
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