His Bully and Himself Ch. 00

Prologue

Bradley was brought up in a caring family, with a loving mom and dad. No other siblings would compete with him, and all the love was thus afforded to Bradley only. My dad hitherto had been very loyal to my mom until one day my mom received word from a friend that she saw him with another woman going into a hotel. It all became clear as to the nature of my dad, and after finally making him spit out the truth a divorce was filed. Thus, my dad moved out and I was brought up by my mom. At the age of 18 I wanted to move out of house for university, but I was unsuccessful in getting a place. I had to resit certain exams at school again. For some time my girlfriend would support me by offering the occasional sex, but although she wouldn't comment on the size of my cock I knew it was somewhat causing my performance to be lax. Probably because I wasn't open to trying new things, no pun intended.

During Year 14, I was very much accustomed to studying hard in order to become a Chemist and study in the way of various chemicals and their uses. It was a fascinating topic to me, and I've always enjoyed it; but I think the family affair previously had thrown me off and very much affected me in such a way that it was almost unbearable and devastating to avoid. Indeed, this resolved me to greater experience in hoping that a fairer future might hold greater gifts than one presently. Not so much as the company of others with whom I've entrusted Jack our greatest confidence.

"I think you'll succeed this time, Brad."

"I hope so."

And all small talk would continue as normal for the sake of the argument. Indeed, one difference between me and Jack so far was that unlike myself Jack was of an esteemed character with a pronounced facial complexity that overwhelmed the peers of his folk; indeed mostly popular among his own kind and only just turned eighteen:- rather it was the off-chance of my meeting him that spurred an entire engraving that would bring haste to the time at which once would sped in keeping their studies towards university. Those folk whom had occasionally pulled chairs away in the hopes of causing my fall had now fallen themselves with little accomplishments in their own lives. Teasing as they are, they were still a fun folk to engage with as I've always enjoyed banter of all kinds regardless. Between me and Jack many secrets were exchanged: including the fact I have only a 5" erect cock; and that he had one at 11" erect. My cock went into a sudden spasm as though it were electrified at the very thought of it; though I never considered myself gay. It might have been possible he noticed my bulge given my sudden fidgeting, but he played ignorant: and so have I. Having not told him that my virginity was still not lost; and his was, it had aroused a greater conversation in how he would engage his counterparts. First a flirt, a compliment; and then a poke; then a bit of touching, here and there; afterwards came the stripping and the pulling; and through every descent down to pleasure would the truest form of any human being finally were presented: an animalistic man who only wanted to establish his prowess and dominance over all others who opposed him. Warning me that I should not oppose him either, I gave him my word in a jokingly way. He smirked and looked down at me, but I respected his ego and thought it was a great substance to have in order to qualify for a better prospect in life; in contrast my lack of self-esteem and sudden moods of depression had made me value little in life. Indeed, because of this acceptable of he, he pronounced me his friend and held me in great trust. Our friendship would evolve for an extremely long time.

I finally managed to reach University, and enrolled in Newcastle University while he went to Manchester University. He told me that we may meet again someday, and so I added him on Facebook. His profile was amusing, with pictures of him and his mates drunk and partying with other girls their age and enjoying the scene. It was a great profile to witness, almost iconic given the amount of friends he had. I felt I was a school of fish with he being the fisher and only pulling out those he wants to have the company of before throwing them back into the pond and for neglect. He continued making friends, and occasionally would talk about how his recent sexual experiences publicly on Facebook. Many would like his posts or share them with others; though with no nudity it's hard to get the real picture.

Meanwhile I was half-way through first year at Newcastle Uni. and I've grown accustomed to the environment here. Many students here possibly just want to get on with their own work and simply study hard and leave uni as soon as possible. I understand that, and as a result I didn't make many friends here. I decided to browse the city centre and finally found a bar to settle in. One lad approached me and he was of a modest build: not muscular but not skinny either. Indeed, he was bulky and I suspect he's been spending time at the bar one too many times. He spoke with a rustic accent and addressed me in a manner not usual to me. Given I was from south-eastern England I am accustomed to a more sophisticated etiquette than this. His clothes were coarse.

"Hi mate, how you doing?"

Producing a response would indicate as to the nature of myself:

"Hi, I am fine thanks, what about you?"

He paused for a bit, probably taking notice of my Received Pronunciation accent which I inherited from my parents. I did try to sound a bit like him to fit in, but I guess it wasn't a success.

"I'm good. You're not from around here, are ya?"

I explained to him that I was from London and that I am here in Newcastle as a student, nothing more."

"Nothing more? There's more in Newcastle than one meets the eye. There are really two worlds on this planet: the one we see, and the one we don't see. Would you like to check out the latter?"

I was reluctant to answer, not knowing what was in store for me until at one point I gulped all what's left of my beer and answered: "Show me."

"Follow me mate. By the way, my name is Desmond Doug. What's yours?"

"Bradley Harrison."