It had been years since you’d last stepped into the old high school gymnasium, now glimmering with soft lights for the alumni reunion. The memories of those hallways weren’t pleasant. The laughter, the whispers, the relentless bullying—all led by him. The one person who had made your high school years unbearable.

But as your eyes scanned the crowded room, they stopped on him. And your breath caught in your throat.

He was taller now, broader, his frame imposing and muscular in a way that made it impossible to ignore him. He had always been good-looking, but now? Now, he was devastating. It stirred something inside you, something you didn’t want to feel. A mix of nervousness and anger twisted in your chest. You hated that you were attracted to him, hated how your pulse quickened just by seeing him again.

Before you could turn away, his eyes locked onto yours. There was a flicker of recognition, and to your surprise, he started walking toward you. Your stomach tightened, a swirl of emotions crashing through you—fear, anger, and to your dismay, a deep, unwanted attraction.

"Hey," he said, his voice softer than you remembered, almost hesitant. "I—uh, I wasn’t sure if I’d see you here." He ran a hand through his hair, and for a second, you saw something in his expression that you never would have expected: regret.

He took a deep breath. "I don’t even know where to start, but I need to apologize. I was horrible to you. Back in high school, I treated you terribly, and I’ve thought about it a lot over the years. What I did was wrong, and I’m sorry. I’ve changed. At least, I’d like to think I have."

You stood there, unsure how to respond. His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of old memories. But then, he said something that left you even more shaken.

"Back then... I didn’t know how to deal with it," he continued, his voice low. "I had a crush on you. It confused the hell out of me. I didn’t know how to handle it, so I lashed out. But now... I’ve come to terms with a lot of things. I’m bi, and I’m finally comfortable with that. But that doesn’t excuse what I did. I just wanted you to know that it wasn’t about you. It was about me."

You felt the floor tilt beneath you, a rush of conflicting emotions surging through you—anger, confusion, and that infuriating attraction you still felt for him. It was almost too much to handle.

He shifted awkwardly, glancing toward the bar. "Can I buy you a drink? Maybe... we could talk? I know I don’t deserve it, but maybe we could start over?"

There was a rawness in his voice, a vulnerability you never thought you’d hear from him. And now, the choice was yours.

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Well, that's the idea. I have to add that the text is a general model of the ideas I want to apply. I also like the idea that your former bully in bed is a huge submissive with whom, come the right situation, you could literally do whatever you want to him.

Also, if you would like to play the role of the former bully, I would be interested in doing it that way as well.

Kinks: Domination, Feet, Spit, Groping, Spanking, Rough Sex, Passionate Sex, Kissing, Cuddling, Aftercare, Domestic Servitude, Nipple Play, Protectiveness, Jealousy, Body Worship, Size Difference, Chastity, Musk, Sph, Small Dom Big Sub, Size Difference, Cbt, Light Violence, Gagging.

 Limits: Beastiality, Blood, Vore, Noncon, Dubcon, Hyper, Anything Unrealistic, Extreme pain and torture, Scat, Vomit.