The Day I Realized That Big Muscles Protect You From Bullying

| by Truth Seeker |

That summer I was doing my best to improve my skateboarding skills. One of the training spots in the town was an old bridge – a weird place with a mysterious flavor that makes you experience all kinds of deja vus. It was the middle of a hot day, and I was alone except for the occasional grandmother and her screaming granddaughter covered in ice-cream. Nothing was working as expected. I was really close to giving up and going home.

Out of nowhere a horde of young local football players entered the scene and started walking on the bridge like marching soldiers. They were at least 5 and dressed like funky villagers.

”Cool,” I thought without reporting them as a danger.

When they got close to me one of the guys said:

”Let me ride that skateboard, bro.”

That was problematic.

Back in the day, my skateboard was the most expensive thing I owned money wise.



Therefore, I had to protect my board from the football invaders.

”No,” I firmly stated.

Then, the semi-fatso (gut between 38-42 inches) decided to get aggressive and pushed me. I fell on the ground, and he grabbed my skateboard. I started running after that homoerotic swine like a lioness after a zebra. I wanted to take my precious from his fat sweaty hands. However, one of the other players kicked me in the feet. I fell again.

You have to understand that I wasn’t particularly big – about 6′ and 135lbs. My chances to win against any of those guys were slim. I was representing the classic about-to-die-from-drug-abuse skater look.

Thereupon the crew of football wannabes surrounded me, and one of them said:

”You will do what we tell you if you want your skateboard back.”

”I am screwed. I should have stayed home and worked on my French grammar. Those teen trashes are going to murder me,” I thought and said ”You tripping, bro! Give me my board.”

I reached for my board, grabbed the upper trucks and pulled hard. The semi-fatso squeezed my throat and pushed me back. Then another guy kicked me in the mouth with a karate move that he had probably seen in a video game. My lip got cut. I had to let go.

The first thing they did was test my skateboard. It was painful to watch. A group of orcs unable to play Solitaire on the easy level was riding my board. Every single move was hurting the inner layers of my soul. Each wooden piece coming off my deck felt like a stab. I wanted to headshot those morons with a slingshot.

The circus continued for about 10 minutes which felt like an hour or two.

Eventually, other people came to the scene. I thought about asking them for help but didn’t want to sound like a little bitch that can’t handle the situation and said nothing.

Among the new visitors, there was a girl with a super short white skirt.

Age? I was 14 and 6 months old. She didn’t look much older than me. I guess 17 years and 3 months old top.

The semi-fatso, who was without a doubt a masterful chronic mastrubator waking up with a swollen cock on a daily basis, located the girl. He came close to me and said ”Slap the girl or I will break your board.”

The choice was simple, but hard  – my integrity or my expensive board.

I looked at the semi-fatso. All I saw was raw anger. He was hungry too.

I had no problem slapping a girl to save my board.

I had a problem being someone’s bitch.

”Fuck it,” I said and slapped the girl’s ass slightly. She turned around and looked at me with eyes that could reach deep down to my soul’s nuclei. She was more surprised than offended, to be honest, but I doubt she was truly enjoying the moment. Meanwhile, the semi-fatso started laughing. I guess he was happy that his self-pleasuring material for the night was set.

She continued her walk normally.

I said to the fatso, ”Give me my board back, lard collector!” He started laughing again, punched me in the face and stated ”You will have to do one more thing to get your board back.”

Honestly, I had no idea what those morons were going to make me do, but I had no intention of finding out. Enough was enough.

This is when the universe decided to throw me a rescue boat – a small stone got into the front wheels of the skateboard. When that happens the board stops and throws you forward. The guy riding it fell on the ground like a sack of bones. I grabbed the skateboard and started running like a madman. I ran for about a minute without paying attention to anything on my way. I wasn’t going to stop even for a million dollars. After a while, I turned to analyze the situation. The morons were after me.

”Those permabulkers don’t give up easily.”

After a while I lost them, went home, put my board down and sat on the floor, feeling like a coward.

What happened?

Did I make the right decision?

What was I supposed to do?

Was it possible to prevent it?

What would Rambo do?

…were some of the questions in my obsessing head.

30 minutes later, I got a revelation – muscle mass was the answer.

I got on the floor and did a pumping set of push-ups. Something tells me that I looked like a banana from the side. I have no idea how many reps I did. I guess about 6 or 8. Over the next two months, I got to 49 push-ups in a row. All sets were done before my skateboarding session. My goal was to prepare to smash those motherfuckers if necessary.

”I will show them who’s the real man,” I was thinking while pumping push-up after push-up.


A few weeks later, I found myself in a PC club, watching a movie.

Out of nowhere the semi-fatso and an older dude who I think was his brother or cousin appeared at the front door. Surprisingly, or not, I was no longer super scared. I was feeling pretty confident thanks to my 49 push-ups but didn’t want to fight two guys. I was tired of being outnumbered. I decided to use a simple and yet effective prank – tie and run.

I went to a shop nearby and bought a few cable zip ties. I sat at a computer right behind the semi-fatso. We were back to back. I was able to see his fat permabulking neck in my monitor. When he went outside, probably to buy some candies to satisfy his fat cells, I tied his backpack to the chair with zip ties. It took me about 10 seconds, but my hands were shaking the whole time. I moved to another PC from which I was able to observe him. I started a movie – something with Robert De Niro. I think it was called Showtime. Boring.

After an hour and some change, the fatso stood up. He was getting ready to go home, I suppose. He pulled his backpack, and the whole chair went up. Great laugh! He called his brother or cousin who was playing Quake on another PC and showed him the situation. Their clueless faces were priceless. They went to the manager of the PC club who was one of those ”hackers” with crazy poodle hair. I started another movie. After 30 minutes my time was up, and I had to go. They were still there, looking for a knife.

While my strategic revenge gave me some satisfaction, I knew that beating the hell out of the semi-fatso and his village crew was the real deal. I continued with my push-ups and got to 53 in a row. On August 8, I broke my arm skating and spent 60 days in a right angle cast.

#5-inch arms.

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  1. Ghareeb

    Hahaha great story man you made me laugh.

    The first part really bothered me because I hate bullies, but I laughed when you tied his backpack, great idea.

    Being muscular has always helped me. I’ve been strong and semi muscular since I was 8 years old (not trolling, I used to lift weights then got a hernia in my balls then continued lifting but while laying down).

    Kids used to always call me to stop bullies, and bullies were scared of me.

    But now that I’m in my 20s and look skinny to everyone since I lost so much fat, my beard and confidence scares the bullies away.

    Keep posting stories please.

    1. Bulk_guy_USA

      I don’t know where you live. But in the US, the only way to avoid being bullied is to get bigger. It doesn’t matter whether you are tall or short or what race you are, you have to get big. Work your muscle out as hard as possible and stay confident, then the bullies will be afraid of you

  2. Abdou

    I thought you went to gym for months, got bigger and You took revenge lol.

  3. Rainer

    Hey bro,
    It is a nice story, but I have a question.
    I am not as bulky, but got some muscles, the issue though, there is a jerk I see sometimes in social gathering and he is always bullying me in another way, try to show off in front of girls by making silly comments, I don’t know how to handle him really, I mean I could punch him in the face anytime, but that would be shitty since we are both adults, how to deal with him?

    1. Truth Seeker Post author

      It depends on the situation. What I know is that the more you show that something affects you, the more people do it.

      For example, if you call a fat guy fat, he will get a lot more agitated than if you call a skinny person fat.

      The more you react, the more they do it.

      I can’t give definitive advice because I don’t know the context.

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