I had several bullies growing up. One was a black guy who discovered I was a TV/CD and bisexual. He had caught me dressed up late one night, and from then on, he took great joy in bullying me. Not in public, because he found a better way. He started ordering to get dressed up, and meet him in a local park, which was a huge risk for me.
He made me invite him over, and give him a "fashion show" of all my feminine outfits. When he wanted me to, he would call. I had to get dressed, sneak out of the house, and walk to the park and do his bidding. Sometimes it was just sucking him off, sometimes it was being fucked by him in a very public location. We would have been caught if anyone had even bothered to turn the lights on in their backyard. There were no cellphones back then, so he would call me at home just before 9 PM, as that was the cut off time for all calls by my mom's rules. He called, even telling me what to wear.
Things turned to crap after he had invited one of his friends to join him as a joke one night the Summer after I graduated high school. I was being spit-roasted, and the other guy could not keep his mouth shut and woke the neighbor. We got caught, and they both ran, leaving me standing there in a dress and heels, to try and talk my way out of it. I got away with it by giving the neighbor a blow job, which then became another bullying issue in the future. I only escaped by moving out on my own.