Cruel Revenge

My name is Oliver Nicholls. I'm an 18 years old high school senior and even when people don't know me, they think I'm a nerd. I’m not sure if it's my poor posture and lack of muscles, glasses, or t-shirts with anime characters, but it's probably all at once. And yes, I'm a nerd and I'm not ashamed of it. I've spent hundreds of hours playing World of Warcraft or Dungeon & Dragons with my friends, and sports have just never been my strong point.

However, it wasn't for being a nerd that I was bullied from the very beginning of high school. I'm gay and unfortunately I had very homophobic classmates. At first I tried to deny my homosexuality, but then I realized that at least I should have no problem accepting who I am and I officially came out as gay.

My biggest bully was Tom Evans, the most popular guy in class. Tall, handsome, athletic, member of the school swimming team, and even dating supposedly the prettiest girl in school. I was almost invisible next to him, but he always noticed me and called me faggots, humiliated and made fun of me every day. The biggest paradox was that I always found his looks very attractive and I masturbated many times thinking he was giving me a blowjob, which seemed ridiculous at the time.

This story begins on the day when, by complete accident, I was given the chance to take revenge on Tom and even more. To make him my bitch.

Like every Wednesday evening after my obligatory swimming lessons, when everyone has left, I went to the men's changing room to lock myself in the toilet cubicle and masturbate, remembering the fresh sight of male swimmers in only trunks. It wasn't so much that I envied their well-built bodies as I wished one of them would be my boyfriend. I was completely alone in the whole changing room, so I was feeling free to jerk off when suddenly I heard Tom's voice approaching. Instinctively, lest he notice me, I climbed on the lowered toilet seat so that my feet wouldn't be visible in the twenty-centimeter gap at the bottom of the cabin door. It also allowed me to see over the door what was going on in the changing room every time I lifted my head.

Tom did appear in it, but he was wearing a black t-shirt and gym shorts, so he wasn't going to the pool which was already closed. He was accompanied by an older man whom I had never seen before. When Tom bent down to see if anyone was in one of the cubicles, I lowered my head so that he wouldn't see me also over the door. Throughout high school, I did my best to avoid him because I knew what that encounter would be like.

When he was sure that no one was there, he turned on the showers on the side of the changing room so that he could not be heard in the adjacent rooms and began talking to the man in a conspiratorial tone. However, being in the same room I could hear them very well and when I realized that the subject of the conversation was the purchase of drugs to help Tom continue his sporting success, I understood that this was my chance to end the bullying once and for all. I hurriedly took out my phone, turned on the video recording and put the camera above the door of the cabin, so that there was no doubt who the buyer's voice belonged to.

My smile grew every minute, especially when Tom said, "If anyone finds out I'm taking this, my entire career will be ruined." The possibilities for my revenge have just become limitless. I noticed that even though I hadn't wanking in a few minutes, my dick, still pulled out from my tight fitting jeans, was jerking again with excitement.

Eventually Tom and the stranger made a deal and my phone recorded the exchange of money and drugs. It was agreed that the older man would leave first, followed by Tom a few minutes later, so as not to arouse suspicion. While Tom was turning off the showers, I was e-mailing the video to my best friend Jonathan, saying, "Don't watch it, but if Tom Evans hurts me in any way, take it to the principal. If I ask you to delete the video, it means I was forced. Never delete it”.

When the showers stopped, Tom must have heard me because he asked loudly, "Who’s there?!"

I decided I didn't need to be afraid of him anymore, although I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous at all, and replied from the cubicle, "Me. And I was here for the whole interesting conversation." Then I stood on tiptoe and leaned against the cabin door, showing myself above it.

"You!" Tom hissed, whether more surprised or angry, I don't know. But I knew that look. He always looked at me like that when I stood up to him and talked back.

"Yeah," I replied with a smile. "Sorry I didn't say hello sooner, but I was busy sending a recording of your transaction to my buddy."

"What the fuck?!" Tom growled, but I think I saw fear in his eyes. He almost ran to the door of the cabin I was in and hit it with his open palms so hard that I almost fell off.

“See for yourself,” I said and showed him the email I sent on my phone so he could read it. When I made sure he did it, I played him the video, on which his voice was heard well and his person was clearly visible.

"I will murder you, twat!" he screamed and quickly tried to knock the phone out of my hand. Fortunately, I expected this and pulled my hand back.

“You should be more polite to me if you don't want me to show this video to the principal and your coach. I think you've been basing your entire future on your swimming career."

I could see from his face that extreme emotions clashed in him. His clenched fist wanted to punch me, but common sense kept him from doing so.

"What do you want?" I had a feeling he was going to add "fag," but he clenched his teeth not to.

My heart began to beat faster as I watched the bully Tom Evans break before my eyes, ready to meet my demands. I was afraid to overdo it, to ask too much, lest he think his pride was more important than his career. On the other hand, I had to seal my triumph, because if I gave him time to think, he would surely figure out a way to get out of me.

"Well, by coming here at this time you interrupted something I was doing alone, so now I'd like you to help me finish," I ventured to say, meeting his eyes.

"What do…" he started, but then it hit him and his eyes widened. "Are you fucking kidding me? You forgot who you're talking to. All I can give you for keeping quiet is that I'll leave you alone at school. And maybe I can apologize to you. Nothing more, perv”.

“It’s not enough. Because I remember perfectly well who am I talking to, which is exactly why I want you to do this. Remember when you had me lick the doorknob and then showed the video to the whole school? It even reached my parents. So now it's payback time. Quick decision. Give me a blowjob or today your plan for life will be ruined."

I watched his muscles tense, his breathing getting heavier, his eyes piercing me with hatred. Either he'll beat me but bury his career, or he'll break and do what I say. Either option suited me, because ruining his life seemed like a satisfying revenge too.

Amazingly, he chose the third way and started negotiating:

"Listen, you little prick. I'll help you finish, but with my hand. I won't take any dick in my mouth, especially yours. But I'll also never bully you again. Deal?"

This offer was far from what I had in mind, but I knew that in order to do everything I wanted with Tom, I had to use the method of small steps.

“All right, but you'll be kneeling in front of me while giving me a handjob and I'll cum right in your face. This is my final offer. Take it or leave it.”

"You're fucked up," he commented, but in a resigned voice, and finally nodded.

I smiled wider and jumped down to the floor, opening the cabin door. My semi hard dick sticking out of my jeans startled Tom, who pulled back as if I was at least aiming a loaded gun at him. Well, actually I was.

"Come on Tom, get on your knees," I commanded, and my triumphant smile must have been driving him crazy.

Tom looked up at the ceiling as if seeking help from the heavenly forces, but stepped into the cubicle and closed the door behind us so that I had to stand with my legs crossed over the toilet seat. He probably didn't want anyone to catch us in the act and I didn't mind as long as he was going to do what I wanted. Eventually he knelt reluctantly in front of me. It was a great feeling for me. After so many years, the tables have turned. Now I was the bully and he was the victim.

"What are you waiting for? Get to work," I pushed.

"I can't," he said, staring at my leaking dick with a disgust that didn't bother me at all. I couldn't wait to make him tearfully choke on my cock but the most important thing was not to push him too fast.

"I'll help you" I pulled out my phone and quickly turned on the video recording again so that he couldn't notice it. "I'm writing an email to the principal. If I don't cum on your face before I finish the email, I'm sending him a video of you buying drugs."

"Fuck" he swore believing I was actually writing an email to principal because he grabbed my dick in his hand and started wanking it vigorously. He wasn't even looking at my phone, just with this hilarious fright at my hardening cock. I loved the wet sound as he was stroking my dick. When I saw Tom start to wince, I tried to zoom in on his hand moving up and down the shaft. I wondered if his reaction was due to his humiliation, his increasingly wet hand, or the scent he must have smelled. Even standing, I could smell my penis, so I guess Tom's nostrils were heavily infested with my intimate scent.

Meanwhile, I was pretending to write an e-mail, but in fact I was recording Tom kneeling in front of another guy and giving him a handjob. I didn't want it to look forced. That's why the grand finale will be crucial.

Tom didn't do it gently, but the whole situation turned me on so much that I was quickly close to the edge, especially since I was already masturbating myself before Tom showed up in the changing room.

“Almost done,” I prod him, meaning the email, though the recording will seem like I'm letting him know I'm about to cum. So Tom began stroking me harder and faster and he could definitely feel my veins under his fingertips. I moaned in pleasure and I grabbed his head and placed it in front of my cock which was swollen to the limit. I felt the resistance of his head, but eventually he gave in and just closed his eyes so he wouldn't see me squirt on him. This is good for the recording because it will look like he is closing his eyes to focus on the physical sensation of the cum facial.

I zoomed in on his face and this was the moment I started spasming with a loud moans, the first volley of cum spraying his forehead, the second his eye, and the third the space between his nose and mouth, giving him a white moustache. While he wasn't looking, I shook off the rest of my cum on his cheek. Tom's face began to show utter disgust, so I ended the video with a shot of my leaking penis and put the phone back in my pocket.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed, probably feeling the hot cum dripping down his face and smelling it right under his nostrils. He opened one eye because the other was sealed with my semen. He began to wipe himself with his hands, but that, too, was difficult for him. I watched this spectacle with delight, feeling the bliss after the orgasm, but most of all enjoying the recording I made. Tom didn't know yet that I already had him in my hands, because now I could ruin not only his career, but also his private life.

"It wasn't that bad, was it?" I laughed, hiding my dick back in my jeans.

"Fuck off!" he replied, getting up from his knees and running fully clothed into the shower.

“Your secret is safe with me, faggot,” I said, beaming with joy and left the changing room before Tom even thought of telling me to show him what I have on my phone. I ran home to secure blackmail material that would allow me to get my revenge and make the hottest boy in school my own cocksucking slave.