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When I was 14 I was a normal sized guy, 5"7 not muscular but not skinny. I had 3 bullies who were pretty ripped, all were at least 5"10. They usually took me to the back o the field and beat me up, and in the changing rooms would throw my books and clothes into the shower part and soak them. But one time they went to the point where it made me become suicidal. I ran into the toilets to try hide from them, and locked the toilet door. I was sitting on the toilet and I could hear their kicking, and they eventually climbed over. They were standing around me and I looked at them terrified, and then one got their cock out and made me suck it. The both took turns cumming in my mouth, and in the near future it became a regular habit for them to do to me. They started to fuck me, and record and sent it around everywhere. Actually after school, after the video of me getting fucked went viral around the school, I was running from them, and I was about to jump off a cliff into a pile of stones and rocks. They tripped me up just before i made it to the edge, and they beat me until I passed out. I remember waking up afterwards, naked in a forest and I felt cum in my asshole. I could taste piss in my mouth and smell it on my clothes. I was tied to a tree, and couldn't move. Luckily and unluckily a popular girl from my school walked by and seen me. She laughed at me and took out her phone and recorded me, my dick out, and she turned me around so the camera could see the cum. She untied me and said that I was a "lucky Faggit". She didn't care. I ended up not killing myself, and carried on to just accept their punishments and sexual needs. It all ended a year after, I dropped out of school early. Didn't think I'd be sharing this 10 years after
I was smaller but bipolar anytime someone tried to pick on me I would grab what ever was close and beat them until I was stopped. I never attacked anyone or did anything mean to anyone I was nice if you was nice to me. I just seen red when I got fucked with and wanted to kill. I was in the 8th grade a group of bullied shoved me down in the hall way. I fell my head clipped a locker blood pouring out everyone was freaking out. I ran into the wood shop and grabbed a metal bar not sure what it was for just looked like what I needed. I got one the kids across the knee the others ran as I chased them. I ran back to him hitting him in the head several time and stomped on his cock jabbing the steel pole into his cock and ball's. I was slammed again the wall by a teacher. The cops came I was sent to a youth center till I was 18 years old and treated for bipolar disorder and other shit. My parents made excuses why I couldn't live with them they had a daughter while I was away. Guess they didn't want to take a chance with me I had a rough time no family associated with me. I ended up moving across the country that was the best thing. I convinced myself they never called because it was to expensive and to far to visit. I eventually got use to being out and started making friends and trusting people. I got married and before told her family about my life before. I was scared telling them figuring they wouldn't want anything to do with me. We got married she is from a big family I call my own we have 3 children and 5 grand kids. I had tried years after to talk to my original family it never materialized. Never been in trouble since I stopped taking the pills I took in jail I think I spent those 6 years high as a kite
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Its amazing what can be happening to a person , everyone knows its happening and yet they do nothing until something tragic or near tragic happens. I was bullied by the same group of kids for years when I was in school. Gym class was a nightmare for me as it gave them a free pass to beat on me . After gym was worse as we were forced to shower after class. Being grabbed from behind forced to your knees and having to suck a dick in front of the whole gym class was pure torture.
I finally worked up the courage to tell the gym teacher / coach what was happening and asked for his help. His answer was " toughen up" and he walked away. The very next day I was pulled into the weight room by four of the wrestlers I was told if I struggled or screamed they would smash my head in with a dumb bell and I believed them. They made me undress and get on my hands and knees on the mat I was told to spread my cheeks and felt them lube me before the each to their turn. I was told this was what happens when you tell the coach. I never told another soul what I was going through.