New life

The front door slammed open making aloud boom. James felt his heart quicken as he quickly grabbed the dice. Loud footsteps came from the entrance as James fumbled to hide the dice.

When he looked down to put it in his pocket though he found there were no pants. Or underwear. In fact he was wearing nothing. Nothing but a collar on his neck that was now making its presence very known.

James panicked as the footsteps drew closer. His body was going to be exposed to who knows who. He cursed and started to shake the dice. Hoping that he could do something. All that came out was word vomit but one certainty came out, “I’m not a ****.” As he threw the dice a growl came from the doorway. He rolled, a six.

“Like hell you’re not.” James turned fearfully toward the harsh voice. A n unfamiliar man stood there, an unamused face bearing down at him. “You little bitch was always jealous of us anyways, you got what you wanted and now you want out?”

Almost as if something clicked in Jame’s brain he realized who this man was. It was his old bully, only grown up now. And he had changed. What was once the football team leader was now a big burly man on the chubbier side. The big belly contrasted the very muscular arms, and the hair.

Sure he was hairy before but now it was apparent. Thick patches covered every inch of the exposed body. “Bruce!” The man glowered down at James.

“Fucking hell. It’s been a rough week at work and when I get home you pull this crap. You are just asking to be punished.” The man got up to James, the thick scent of sweat almost surrounded Bruce. “Well bitch?”

“I-“ James looked away trying to think of something, his eyes landed on the unmade sandwich. “I was making you a lunch.” James closed his eyes when he felt a powerful hand grab his face.

“You know I can make meals for myself. You have one job! Now stop pretending to be something more than a **** for me! Get down on the floor and do your job!”