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Bonus Scene: My College Bully | I Tied My Bully to the Maypole
🕑 Added 2025-05-31 13:54:48 +0000 UTCAll characters in this story are 18+
This story is completely fictional.
All acts in this story are fully consensual.
Hope you enjoy this little bonus scene from My College Bully!
Let me know if you'd like to see more extras like this.
For those who don’t know; a maypole is a tall pole traditionally used in folk festivals (yep, lots of ribbons, lots of dancing). But, here, we tie Wes to the pole and make him our plaything.
“Noah…” Wes said my name like it meant something.
I didn’t answer. Just smirked and ran my hand down his abs.
Wes Carter used to make my life hell in college....called me names, teased me in front of our class, told everyone I had a crush on him. I did. I hated that I did. I hated how he’d sit in the front row in nothing but grey sweatpants and a tank, his fat cock snaking halfway down his thigh while I tried to focus on my thesis.
Now?
We’d tied him to a maypole on the rooftop of the hotel where our 5 year reunion event took place.. Bare except for soaked, stretched-out briefs. Wrists crossed behind the pole with crimson silk. Chest gleaming. Cock hard enough to hurt. It was late. The others were still at the open bar, taking selfies and catching up. They didn’t know what was happening twenty floors above them.
But Ryan knew. And so did Luca.
We weren’t here to reminisce.
Wes was already sweating when I stepped in front of him. His chest rose with short, shallow breaths, like he hadn’t decided if he was turned on or terrified.
Maybe both.
I dropped to my knees. Slowly.
“You good?” I asked, not because I cared, but because I wanted to hear how desperate he sounded.
He nodded. Jaw clenched. The red silk rubbed against his forearms as he tried not to move.
I dragged my lips over the tent in his briefs. The fabric was soaked, the head of his cock visibly twitching beneath it. I kissed it. Just once. His body jerked against the pole.
Ryan came up behind him, shirtless and casual, tracing his fingers down Wes’s spine. “He's so tense,” he murmured, then leaned in and pressed his lips to the side of Wes’s throat.
Wes swallowed. Hard.
Luca stepped behind me, slow and steady. He didn’t speak. Just knelt on the other side of Wes’s cock and ran his hand along the waistband of those briefs, fingers slipping beneath.
“Let’s see it,” I said, and Luca tugged them down.
Wes’s cock sprang out thick, flushed, leaking from the tip. That familiar grey cotton clung to his thighs before falling around his ankles like a surrender flag.
I didn’t wait.
I kissed the head. Let my tongue drag across it. Swirled around the slit and tasted him. He twitched, and I pulled back.
“Don’t move,” I said. “Not unless you want this to take all night.”
He groaned, knuckles white as he gripped the pole behind him.
Luca stroked him slowly from the base. Ryan dropped to his knees, mouth wet, and started teasing Wes’s balls. Licking. Tasting his musk. Gentle but relentless. Wes moaned low in his throat, eyes rolling back.
I spit on the shaft and stroked it, twisting my wrist as I leaned in again and took just the tip into my mouth. Wes hissed like he’d been shocked. I pulled off. Stared up at him.
“Beg,” I said.
He shook his head. Gritted his teeth. "Please.. please noah.. take me.. Ryan.. luca.."
I flicked my tongue against the head again. Then kissed a line down the side of his shaft, slow and taunting, until I reached his balls, where Ryan was already working. Our lips brushed for a second. Neither of us stopped.
Wes was fully trembling now.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Fuck…”
Luca stood, reached around the pole, and traced slow circles across Wes’s abs with his tongue. The muscles flexed and jumped under him. His other hand played lazily with Wes’s nipple. Then the other. Flicking. Tugging. Just enough to drive him wild.
Wes’s cock pulsed in my grip.
“You’re not gonna last,” I murmured, dragging the tip along my tongue.
“I.....please....” His voice cracked. “Please let me…”
“Not yet.”
We edged him. Together.
Luca licked up the sweat gathering in the crease of Wes’s shoulder. Ryan sucked gently at the base of his cock. I wrapped my lips around the head again and bobbed just enough to make his legs shake. Every time his body tensed, we stopped. Touched him slower. Pulled away. Let him cool just enough to lose his edge, then pushed him right back to the brink.
It was cruel. It was perfect.
Wes was moaning openly now. Breathing hard. Lips parted, eyes closed, arms trembling against the pole.
The ribbons twisted around him like vines...tight and red and merciless.
“Look at him,” Ryan said. “How desperately he wants to cum”
Luca leaned in and kissed Wes hard. The kind of kiss that takes something from you. Wes moaned into his mouth. I stroked his cock while they kissed, slow and tight, just enough to get him pulsing.
“Let him,” Luca said. “Now.”
I didn’t hesitate.
I took him in....slow at first, then deeper. Bobbing, licking, twisting my hand around the base as I worked him. Ryan sucked his balls again. Luca bit gently down Wes’s neck and licked a trail across his pecs, biting his nipple.
Wes’s thighs flexed. His cock jerked in my mouth once....twice...
He came hard. Loud. Messy. Gasping. His whole body jerked forward against the pole as his cock throbbed against my tongue and spilled deep in my throat. I swallowed as much as I could. It was hot. Salty. Endless.
I pulled off slowly, letting the last drop leak onto my bottom lip. Wes’s head was tilted back. His chest heaving. He looked dazed....wrecked. Beautiful.
Ryan stood and brushed his thumb across my lip, collecting the drop of cum, then popped it into his mouth like it was nothing. Luca untied the silk at Wes’s wrists. The pole creaked as Wes sagged forward, muscles trembling.
He didn’t say a word. We helped him sit. He leaned back against the base of the pole, legs open, cock soft now, but still twitching slightly like it hadn’t caught up to what just happened.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
“You okay?” I asked.
Wes laughed. It was hoarse. Broken. “I think you three took my soul.”
Luca dropped beside him and pressed a kiss to his temple. Ryan passed him his beer like it was a reward.
He looked up at me last. His eyes were glassy. His cheeks flushed. He smiled. “Bet you wanna do this every year,” he said.
I smirked. “Bitch, I already planned the next one.”
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Comments
Troy
I got a lot of messages wanting to see all 4 of these together! So, I ended up writing this :)
J
I absolutely love how they tortured Wes and how much he loved it
