Bully Good End

Eliza pounded on the bathroom door.

“Get out of there you twerp. What part of get out of my apartment don’t you understand?”

Her brother didn’t respond, so she just kept on hitting the door. The bathroom’s entrance was locked, which was unfortunately stopping her from dragging him out of her home by the neck. He deserved much worse than that, but she didn’t really care about him that much now. She just wanted to get him out of her life so she could devote hers to Julius.

“Are you being for real? No nothing strange happened. Julius just showed me what a real man was, unlike you, you sniveling coward. All it took from a real man like him was just looking me in the eyes and telling me what the truth was. He was just so convincing and manly.”

She kept on pounding, but it didn’t seem like it was going to work. Her cunt of a brother wasn’t leaving. She didn’t have a key for her bathroom either, so she was out of luck.

So she did the only thing a stupid useless woman like her could do. She called in her new main man to help her out.

Eliza rushed over to the front door of her apartment, opening it and giving her new lover a huge, all-encompassing hug.

“Hey stud, come on in.” She stepped back and motioned for him to enter.

“Nice digs. So you couldn’t get your brother to leave, huh?”

“Yeah, my brother’s holed up in my bathroom. Fucker.”

Julius slapped her, knocking her to the ground.

“What?” She put a hand a hand to her cheek, feeling the stinging sensation.

“That’s for being a dumb whore who can’t even do one thing right. Your tits-for-brain mother was able to, so why not you?”

She had messed up big time. Eliza threw herself to the ground in front of him and groveled for his mercy. “Please, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You’re right. I can’t do anything right. That’s why I called you over. I know a big strong hunk of a man like you can just bust down the door and throw him out.”

“Hmph. Yeah I can do that. But it’s a pain. You’re going to have to pay me back big time for this.”

“I will! I will!” She groveled even harder.

He only picked her up by her hair and told her to show him where her dumb brother was. She led him to her bathroom.

“Hey, you fuck. Get out of there. Otherwise Julius here is going to knock the door down.”

Her brother didn’t answer. If she listened closely she could hear some sniveling, but that was about it.

“Looks like he’s not coming out.”

“Yeah, too much of a wimp to face me head on,” Julius told her. He then directed his words towards her brother. “Hear that, bitch? You’re basically just as useless and weak as this woman standing next to me. And I’m going to show you that.”

Julius was a big man. Real muscly and all that. So it didn’t take too much for him to kick a hole through the door and stick his hand through it, unlocking the door from the other side via the knob.

He entered into the room and saw her brother turned away, with his signature hoodie that he always hid his dumb face in. He was always like that, hiding himself away in baggy clothes rather than wearing something manly like a wifebeater or gym attire.

“Hey, I’m talking to you,” Julius walked forward. His eyes started glowing, his power rising up from inside, ready to be unleashed. He grabbed the bitch by his shoulder and spun him around.

He had expected to see his bullied victim’s face. But instead he saw his own, reflected in a hand mirror that completely occluded the guy’s face. He saw his own eyes staring back at him, glowing with that power.

“Stop. Don’t move except to breathe. Don’t say anything.”

He froze.

Eliza walked in.

“Hey what’s going on?”

“Tell her what I told you.” Julius repeated John’s words to Eliza and she froze up as well.

“Fuck.” John breathed out, releasing the tension that had been gripping him for so long. “So it did work like I guessed. What are you, a gorgon or something? No, what I am talking about, it doesn’t matter. What matters is stopping all this. Listen closely. You can no longer use your power without my permission. You will never use it on anyone but who I tell you to use it on. You can no longer physically harm or attempt to harm anyone. You hate your old self and want to atone by doing whatever I tell you to. Anything I say is good. Bullying is bad. Helping other people is good. Helping me get what I want is the best.

“And tell Eliza this: everything Julius told you is wrong. You don’t believe that anymore. Instead you want nothing more than to do what your brother tells you to do. You love your brother more than anything else. **** isn’t a problem when it’s between you and your family.

“Okay, that should be good for now. You can move and speak on your own now.”

John wasn’t quite prepared for the weeping that followed.

“I’m so sorry,” Julius cried out between tearful gasps. “How could I have done that to you!”

“Me too. John,, I’m so sorry. Let me make it up to you.” Eliza groveled for her brother now. She removed her bra and let her tits show how much she meant it. “Look, my body is yours. Let’s have some make-up sex. We can do it right here next to your old bully and show him how much he’s missing out for being such a bastard in the past.”

“Yes please, do that. Fuck your sister in front of me. I don’t deserve to have sex anymore.”

John looked at the two of them.

“And what else?”

“What else?” Julius replied. And then he understood. “Oh, I’ll help you take control back over your mom. And my mom too. And anyone else you want. You’ll be drowning in pussy, bro.”

“Mmm. Do you like that, brother. Wet pussy. My pussy’s so wet for you right now.” John could see that, as evidenced by her darkened panties and the lines of pussy-juice trailing down her legs onto the floor.

She walked forward until she was close enough to whisper in her brother’s ear.

“You deserve it, for all we put you through. Now take me.”

He did. He took her all night. In every way he had ever imagined.

His ex-bully had originally decided to pick on him because he looked like the sort of kid that would fuck his own mother if he had the chance. John remembered him calling him a ‘wannabe mother-fucker’.

As he dicked his sister, he thought it was only a matter of time until he proved him right. He’d treat them better than his ex-bully ever would have, but did that really matter in the end? Was he no better because he was too weak, as his ex-bully said, to resist the same temptation that betook Julius?

He supposed it wasn’t the point. What did Julius’ words matter now? What did others opinions matter? He was the one in control. And he’d make the world better for himself and for those he controlled. His bully may have been a ‘real man’, but he was an idiot who had fallen to his own power.

John came in his sister one final time for the night.

He was ten-times the man Julius could have ever hoped to be. He’d show him. Yes, that was it. His actions would be the proof of his worth. He’d even release his ex-bully fully after a while, and maybe even let him have his mom back too. Though he’d reserve the option to visit for a little fun every once in a while.

Yes, that sounded right. This way everyone would be happy. That’s what being a ‘real man’ was all about.