Tim’s ass was still hurting today.
The first thing when he got up this morning was to take off his pants and check it out in the mirror. Welts, bruises and flaming stripes spotted his irritatingly feminine bubble cheeks, the once smooth pearly pert backside, each glute round and defined, now appearing more like the American flag. He traced each sore with his little finger and winced. He would make today different though, avenge this pain.
When he was growing up, he always kind of assumed that ‘kicking ass’ was just the colourful language of some writer who was wanting to make the pain of being beaten up more playful, less brutal.
This wasn’t the case with Spike and his size twelve sneakers.
His butt had been repeatedly punted as he ate a mouthful upon mouthful of mud on the football field behind the school. No mercy was given as this bully’s long, powerful legs launched again and again, Reeboks hitting their target of the previous swollen blotches brought by wedgies and the other cruel punishments by this brute. Every time he struggled up, Spike hardly needed to lay his thumb down for his mouth to be back munching grass, Tim’s spine about as firm as a toothpick.
God forbid he could actually stand up to his bully.
He hadn’t even had such problems in his entire life until a couple of months ago. Tim had been finding high school to be a breeze of easy classes and fun time before. Sure, girls weren’t exactly talking to him, but he at least felt safe before ogling them from his locker, watching their tanned body tease out of skimpy clothing, without someone coming by pulling his underwear.
But then, out of nowhere, a student built like a house circled by like a storm, recently having changed schools, and he saw Tim as target number one. Suddenly at every turn, this ‘Spike’ terrorized him in every conceivable way. His friends were first, his supposed ‘besties’ turning tail and running at the threat of being in the ‘wedgie-splash-zone’ and ensuring that they too would be dateless wonders as well if they didn’t do the smart thing. Then came the humiliation in front of all the cute girls, every good looking hottie now knew the exact shape and colour of several of his briefs thanks to a constant campaign of underwear pulling and de-pantsing which always got a laugh. His bully even convinced the high school football team, who had previously just ignored him, that he was a pervert, simply by throwing him inside the boy’s change room without clothing again and again.
Fighting him was stupid, obviously, but what other options had there been? Going through the school channels only lead to stupid counselling which suggested that they both ‘learn’ from each other. It was a crock of bullshit for Tim, finding it only helped Spike get more creative in his humiliation campaigns which he was helpless to suffer under. No one else was stepping in either, as if what he was experiencing was just the laws of the jungle, the onlookers, especially the girls, more content on giggling. They all knew it hurt, and yet, if it didn’t happen to them, they were merely relieved to the extent they laughed.
So, he had challenged the buzz-cut gorilla to a fight, knowing that although he was hopelessly outclassed, that it would lead to a situation where it was clear who the real victim here was. However, Spike didn’t need to take it seriously. Every punch Tim threw was just gripped in his meaty palm, able to lift poor Tim from his feet and drop him on his ass. Then he continued his fascination of belittling him, not so much hitting him out of hate, but again, abusing his bubbly behind with spanks and kicks on the bare skin, laughing all the way. Once he had all he desired from him, he just left his face in the mud, taking Tim’s pants and went to his girl’s waiting arms, busty blonde Cindy Carver who had been holding his smartphone the whole time.
The burning backside turned out not to be the worst part, as it turned out that Cindy had filmed the whole thing, and Spike was giving such footage out to anyone who asked.
Needless to say, walking home in just his boxers made Tim’s cheeks burn with churning emotions. However, Tim was indeed a smart kid, not only smarter than the average bear, but having a real knack of being able to take things apart and reassemble them together even better. Not needing time for homework, he would often listen to strange podcasts as he could construct fantasy traps for Spike. None of these contraptions were actually good enough to use, of course, as he merely wanted to humiliate Spike back. He’d figure out some way to spank his ass hard enough to make him cry, or make him totally embarrassed in front of the girls always blushing for his big muscles.
Maybe make him do something gay with him, because that would really be the best revenge.
Some of the weirdest podcasts in the dark web had the weirdest instructions with the weirdest ingredients, but with the leftover money from his grandfather’s estate, he was able to purchase it all. A genuine wishing wand, all home-made, and 99% chance of being bullshit, but one percent was a pretty fine looking number at this point, his butt unable to even sit down anymore from being so sore, Spike’s big hand prints tattooed on his ass.
The shell of this wand was honestly pretty cheap looking, simple plastic which clicked in by some hurried screw jobs, but it didn’t really matter if it looked like a pearly vibrator, the secret was inside. There was a glowing green crystal he had bought from a dubious site at best, but considering that full-price version of this crystal cost over $200 000 on it’s own, he’d do with the inferior version if it meant he could have it right away. To compensate for his cheapness though, he added a meter ranging from 0 to 100% percent to ensure it didn’t overheat and explode like the cheap plastic he had put over top.
Though, he preferred to think of the contraption as the first energy-efficient wand rather than a cheap knock-off of the real thing.
It had taken him until 4 in the morning in his workshop, but he had completed in time for school. He naturally tested out such ridiculous ideas out first, pointing at his underwear and wishing for a wedgie-proof pair, a rather harmless wish to have. However, it did indeed work, as he slipped them on and they would refuse to wedge themselves higher than his frustratingly wide hips, and were overall quite comfortable. However, he did note that his little red meter had gone up a percentage.
Then came the bigger test. He took a deep breath and pointed it at his naked crotch, his erection already twitching in anticipation. Gripping around the base, his whole body gave a giddy shake as the wand warmed and his cock seemed to pump more arousal into it. It was a subtle difference at first, just looking ever so longer as it pumped, but soon he could feel his fingers being parted more and more.
He was tempted to wave his wand more, revelling in the sensation of feeling a weight to his own cock, his little pleasure antenna being upgraded to a full-on meat sword which bounced down and up to smack his hairless belly-button. However, his mind and cock shuddered at the thought of playing with this wand with Spike, so he went forward to packing his things for school that day, bigger shlong in his shorts.
Smuggling this wand in his pocket quite stealthily, he kept his eyes open for his first Spike spotting the second he was at school, knowing that Spike would want to humiliate him more right away. He was cautiously putting his books away in his locker when he spotted the son of a gun.
It was easy to spot the guy who had the audacity to call himself ‘Spike’ without irony. The guy had a brick-looking head, rectangular with strong jaw line and short hair, that, combined with the smallish ears and flat nose, made it look like his skull did a good job protecting his walnut brain. As dumb as his face looked though, it did fit with the rest of his big body, Tim assuming he must have come from military camp with a body battle trained like that. He was over six feet tall, his giant noggin actually looking proportional with his great wide-shoulders with big swinging biceps. He could call his stance gorilla, but giving Spike the fairness he himself never received, he was just ‘big’ not disproportioned with the exception of perhaps skipping leg-day from time to time. Though slightly skinnier legs did make one place look larger between them.
His stupid grin on his stupid face on his stupid buff bod lit upon seeing that Tim was heading over, his wave having a mocking friendliness. “Look it’s Chestnut Timmy!” The playful name burned every time. “How’s the ass feeling?” There was a giggle from a nearby raven-haired woman who blushed immediately when Spike winked over to her.
Taking a deep breath, he strides forward with his hand in his shorts’ pocket. He gripped this plastic wand tight in his pocket, fingers circling around it’s girth as he pulled it free from his pocket. Everything moved in slow motion as he pulled it out and pointed it forward his big bully. Each step was powerful and deliberate, he heard each snap of his shoes as he pulled the wand back. “Hey, Spikey, you big dope!” His voice was shaky but that didn’t matter. He flicked the wand with his wrist, “I wish,” and he let it fly.
Quite literally.
His jaw dropped as he saw his new wand twirl in the open air like a cheerleading baton. It was moving so slowly for him, giving him the sense that he could somehow catch it, but it was far too late. It floated over in the frozen air over to Spike’s confused face before it made contact with his forehead. It bounced harmless to the ground, the cheap plastic making it dribble.
“Did you just throw a vibrator at me?” Spike chuckled as he looked down at the plastic phallus. “What is it, your mom’s? Or maybe it’s yours, you cute little fairy?”
“N-n-no! It’s…” He trailed off horrified, his feet moving ever so slower closer as to not make any sudden movements. It occurred to him though, that it might be better if he thought it was a mere sex toy. “I mean, yes! It’s my dildo alright.” He gave a real forced laugh. “Funny huh? I guess I’ll just take-”
”Gross!” He snickered as he used his thick fingers to tweezer it nearer to his face. “But this isn’t like any vibrator I’ve ever seen.” He wiggled it a bit up and down bringing it closer to crossed eyes. “I just wish I knew what it was.”
“Oh no…” Tim felt his knees buckle as he saw his wand glow, enveloping itself in greenish light before fading and the little meter going back up to 1%.
“Oh.” Spike said as his brow started to furrow. “Oh!” He looked from the wand to Tim’s face full of dread. “OH!” He looked back to the wand and started to get quite the toothy grin. “So it’s a magic wand? Hmm..” He pointed it at Tim. “And you were going to use it on me?”
”What?” Tim couldn’t stop screaming obscenities in his head, making tight fists with his palms while people casually went by thinking nothing of this magical confrontation. “No I-”
“I wish you’d tell me what you were going to wish for.” Spike snickered as he gave the glowing wand a fruity twirl.
2%
Tim clenched his jaw tight as possible, and this worked for about two seconds before his mouth freely moved, completely disconnected from his brain’s desires. “I-I was going to wish for you to beg me to spank you…” The screams in head grew louder.
Spike burst out laughing, unable to hold things in as he bent over as if he’d cracked a rib. “Holy shit, Timmy… I guess I should be happy that was all you wanted but you’re a freak!” He took a step forward, ensuring that he cast a shadow over the poor shivering teen. “That’s obviously not going to happen now though.”
”Yeah sure…” Tim pointed behind him. “So if you could just-”
“Shut up and listen. I’m going to have fun with this, but first I’m going to deal with you.” His thick digit had the same effect as a gun barrel with that wand in his hand.
Tim gulped, breath shakey. “D-Deal with?” His life flashed before his eyes. Far too much masturbation making up most of his memories.
“Yeah.” Spike snickered crueller as he let out another subtle wave. “I wish you had to follow me and watch whatever I did. Also, you can’t tell anyone what I’m doing or runaway.” It glowed again.
3%
On the one hand, Tim was instantly relieved by the fact that he was still alive, however, it was dawning on him that his day was only going to get worse.
“Now… What to wish for next?” Spike tapped the wand to his chin, his mind clearly flying with some sick perversions by his smile. “Oh I know!”
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