How I Got My Revenge

Chapter 1 

Kidnapped

Hi, my name is Jeremy. I’m twenty years old, though my story starts two years ago when I was eighteen and had just graduated high school. Since our football team had won the championship, the seniors on the team decided to have one last get-together and go on a camping trip in the mountains. No one informed me there would be alcohol. Apparently, someone brought a couple half barrels of beer.

Even though I was on the team, I was always pretty much a loner. Since I played both wide receiver and cornerback, I did a lot of practicing and worked hard in the gym. Between that and studying to keep my grades up, it didn’t leave much time for a social life. That’s why I was a bit surprised that Josh and Elijah were treating me like I was one of their closest friends. Josh was our number two running back and Elijah played cornerback on the opposite side of the field from me. They were even taking turns refilling my beer cup even though I kept insisting I didn’t want another. I stupidly gave in to the peer pressure. I had set my sleeping bag back quite away from the fire since it was supposed to be a pretty warm night, and like I said, I was pretty much a loner. Most of the team had set up close to the fire. Elijah and Josh relocated theirs closer to mine.

It was well after midnight, and I could barely stand up, so I let Elijah and Josh know that I was heading for my sleeping bag to sleep. They both chuckled a little, then said goodnight.

I was awakened by someone lightly tapping me on my cheeks. I tried opening my eyes, but I couldn’t see. Apparently, I had been blindfolded. My arms were tied behind my back and my knees were tied, keeping my legs separated. My chest was resting on some type of board. Suddenly, I realized that what was hitting me on my cheeks was someone’s cock, which was obviously hard and leaking precum since I could feel the wetness each time it hit my face. I was horrified! What was happening to me? I then felt something brushing my balls and up and down the crack of my ass. I was naked!

My head was in a fog, and I had a headache. I thought of the last thing I remembered. I was stumbling toward my sleeping bag. Was this some kind of hazing? “What the fuck! Untie me! Let me fucking go assholes!” Silence, then the tickling with some kind of brush and cock slapping resumed. “Get the fuck off me!” Other than my own voice, it was eerily silent. There were at least two people there, one slapping me in the face with his stiff cock while the other tickled my balls and ass crack with what felt like a feather duster. I was both angry and afraid and yet the soft stimulation on my balls was eliciting an unwanted reaction from my cock. I groaned with embarrassment as I felt it twitch to life and began to chub. I tried to refocus my attention elsewhere and ignore the soft brushing. I tried to listen and sense if there were anyone else present other than the two. I couldn’t sense anyone else, but the brush stimulation made it difficult to focus on anything else as I was almost fully erect now.

To my relief, the stimulation of my balls and ass crack suddenly stopped. The slapping of my face with the hard cock continued, but in addition, they were periodically poking it at my lips. I tried turning my head away but he just grabbed my hair and held me in place. Then the feather duster was back at my balls, and suddenly, I felt a slicked-up finger sliding up and down the crack of my ass. “No! No, please don’t!”, I pleaded. Moments later, the finger plunged into me. I gasped in surprise! The guy in front took advantage of my open mouth and shoved his cock in. I gagged and choked on it, but he continued thrusting it in and out, fucking my mouth while the guy behind me finger-fucked my ass and continued tickling my balls with the feather duster. At first it crossed my mind to bite down on the cock in my mouth, but then I thought to do so may result in something far worse. When my teeth even accidentally touched the cock, I received a hard slap across my face. I resigned myself to endure the humiliation while trying to figure a way out. Strangely, the finger or fingers I now realized, fucking my ass were no longer bothering me and were actually causing my cock to twitch when they were sliding in. My cock was now aching. My body was being abused. I was being humiliated and yet my cock was so hard it ached. I needed to cum so badly and yet if I did, I’d be even more humiliated.

For the first time since the ordeal began, I could actually hear the heavy breathing of the guy face-fucking me. As he pistoned in and out of my mouth, his breathing was growing more ragged. Suddenly, he grunted and I felt his cock spasm and fire cum in my mouth. He quickly pulled out and I felt the rest of his load being sprayed on my face. I felt it slowly run down my cheeks to my chin as I tasted the salty spunk that he had shot in my mouth.

As I heard the guy in front catching his breath, the guy in back withdrew his fingers from my ass and the feather duster was withdrawn. I was hoping the ordeal was finally over. I soon realized it was not. A cock was soon slapping my face again. A hand slapped my butt causing me to yelp from the sting. The hand lingered on my butt cheek for a moment while the guy in front rubbed his cock back and forth across my lips, trying to gain entry. As the hand left my right butt cheek, I expected fingers to be probing once again at my anal ring. Instead, I was horrified to feel a hard, slickened cockhead sliding up and down between my cheeks. I now expected the worst, a cock being shoved up my ass, “Oh God! No! Please! No! Uhmph!”. Once again, a cock slid in my mouth, silencing my pleas. As the guy behind me continued sliding his cock between my cheeks I prepared for what would come next. I didn’t even hear myself moaning on the guy's cock in my mouth. I waited for the inevitable pain and yet, somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered if it would begin to feel like the fingers had, strangely good. As he continued though, I could hear the guy’s breathing in front of me become heavier. Once again, I felt the cock in my mouth swell and then spasm, sending a bolt of cum into my mouth. Like the first guy, he pulled out of my mouth and shot the remainder of his load on my face where it mixed with the tears streaming down my face and with the first guy’s cum.

The guy in back suddenly stopped and backed off. I feel them untie one of my legs only to have it tied to the other. I’m lifted up and laid down on my back on a blanket or something, still with my hands tied behind my back and my legs tied together. Suddenly, a hand is stroking my unexpectedly still-hard cock. The hand was apparently lubricated with the same stuff used on my ass. My legs are lifted and fingers are shoved into my hole once more, plunging in and out. After a while, I felt my balls tighten and my anal ring tightened around the fingers. My cock erupted, firing cum all over my stomach, chest and even my chin. Finally, relief. My legs are lowered back down and then silence.

I laid there listening for a few seconds. Then I heard some rustling around. They were leaving. I turned in that direction and realized that the blindfold had shifted just enough that I could make out two figures walking away. To my amazement, I watched Josh and Elijah walking away. I wondered why they had done this and if they were just going to leave me here. My head was spinning with thoughts of what had just happened.

I’m not sure how much time had passed since I had dozed off, but I heard voices. They were calling my name. I heard someone say, “Over there! Dude! What the fuck happened to you?” The blindfold is pulled off. I’m staring at Elijah. He asks, “Dude, what’s on your face?” Another voice asks, “Jeremy, dude, did you cum all over yourself or what?” It’s Josh and he continued, “Who did this to you?” I’m sure my face turned red as I was livid! I wanted them to untie me so I could start pummeling them. They had the audacity to do this to me and then come back and act like they were rescuing me? ‘Just untie me and see what happens’, I was thinking. Elijah then said, “Maybe we should clean you up down at the creek. I don’t think you want the rest of the guys to see you like this.” He had a point. Even if I was kidnapped, how do I explain my own cum all over myself. If I hadn’t been into it, why had I cum and so much? I began questioning myself as soon as that thought crossed my mind. WTF! I was still in a daze or maybe in shock, I’m not sure, but I just nodded.

They untied me and led me down to the creek. I remained silent as they cleaned me up. Elijah then looks at me and asked, “Dude, how do you want us to handle this? I mean it’s pretty traumatic and all, but I understand if you’re a little embarrassed about it too. It was probably one of our rivals and grabbed you since you were the furthest from the center of our camp. We could just tell the others that you just wandered off drunk and passed out in the woods if you want.” I thought about what Elijah said and began wondering if I told everyone what had actually happened, how many would take my word over theirs. They were much closer to the rest of the team than I was. I suggested that we tell the rest of the team that I had gone to take a piss and lost my bearings and decided to crawl up in some grass and wait until morning to find my way back. Elijah and Josh readily agreed. They seemed nervous at first, but after hearing my story, seemed relieved that I didn’t want to tell the truth. Saturday night I kept to myself and didn’t drink anything anyone offered me. Josh asked me a few times if I was ok. I faked gratitude and said I was fine. They didn’t realize I had seen them walk away that night.

I moved on to college after that summer. In my sophomore year I met a girl who I really liked. Kayla was really fun to be with. I was falling in love with her, and I believed she, she with me. I was invited to Thanksgiving at her parents’. I was obviously nervous about meeting her parents, but of course I accepted. When I did meet them, they were very friendly. Bob was an affable man in his late forties to early fifties. Like my dad, he was into sports and seemed very competitive. He also came off as very conservative. Kayla’s mom, Carla, was very gracious and I could see where Kayla got her looks. I was also introduced to her brother, Carl. He was two years older than Kayla and a year older than me. He seemed like a great guy, and we immediately struck up a conversation about sports.

After dinner, Kayla and her mom washed up the dishes while her dad, Carl and I watched football in the living room. During halftime, Kayla’s dad went into the kitchen. Kayla came in and said, “I’m glad you two are getting along so well. Dad is insisting that you are not allowed to stay in my room, so you’ll have to sleep on the sofa or double up with Carl if it’s ok”. I was a little disappointed as Kayla and I have been sleeping together for months, but I understood her parent’s position. Carl then said, “I don’t mind sharing a bed. It’s a queen-sized, so there’s plenty of room and I don’t snore, at least that I’m aware of since I’ve never heard myself snore.” Kayla and I laughed at Carl’s humor.

After the dishes were done, the leftovers put away, and football was over, we played some board games and a game of cards. It was getting late, and Kayla’s parents said they were going to bed and that we shouldn’t stay up too late as Kayla was going shopping with her mom the next day. The three of us played another game and when it was over, Kayla gave me a kiss and said she was going to bed, then apologized about the sleeping arrangements because her dad was pretty old fashioned . As Kayla headed up, Carl made us each a rum and coke as a nightcap. As I sipped my drink, it suddenly dawned on me that I didn’t have any sleep wear. Kayla and I usually slept in our underwear or nude. It hadn’t occurred to me until now. I asked, “Carl, would you happen to have a spare set of pajamas? I was kind of expecting to be sleeping with Kayla and didn’t bring any sleepwear. I haven’t worn pajamas since I was in grade school.” Carl grinned and said, “Sorry bro. Same here. Mom may have kept a pair for nostalgia in the attic, but I doubt you could fit in a boy’s size 8. That’s how long it’s been since I’ve worn pajamas. Don’t worry though. I won’t take advantage of you.” His comment had flashes of a year and a half ago going through my head. My thoughts must have been reflected by the expression on my face since Carl said, “Jeremy, if sleeping in the same bed with me bothers you that much, I can sleep on the sofa. They’ve all seen me in my underwear before.” I realized he had misunderstood my expression, “Oh, no! It’s fine. I just spaced out for a moment thinking about something else. I can’t promise I don’t snore though, but Kayla’s never woken me up because of it.”, I added, grinning. Carl laughed.

We finished our drinks and went up to Carl’s room and got undressed. I noticed Carl was in pretty good shape and asked him, “What sport did you play in high school? I played football, cornerback and wide receiver.” Carl smiled and said, “I played football as well, but here in the US, we call it soccer. I was a midfielder and sometimes played striker.” Jeremy laughed, “That’s not football.” Carl laughed as well and responded, “It’s more football than the game we play here. We don’t use our hands except for the goalkeeper.” Jeremy grinned and said, “Good point. Maybe they should have named it handball instead.” Jeremy didn’t notice Carl checking him out before they crawled into bed. Both were soon asleep.

The next morning after breakfast, Kayla’s dad, Bob, left for work, and Kayls announce she was leaving with her mom to go shopping. She smiled as she asked, “Want to come with?” I grinned just as Carl shouted, “It’s Black Friday! It’s going to be crazy out there. Why not stay here. We could toss a handball around.” I laughed and Kayla looked at us not understanding but then said, “Yeah, why don’t you stay here and keep Carl entertained and get to know each other better.” I said, “I’ll come with if you really want me to.” Kayla smiled and kissed me, then said, “No, it’s ok. I know you’d rather not follow us around shopping all day.” I smiled and said, “Thanks babe.” We kissed once more before she and Carrol headed out.

Carl and I spent the day tossing the football back and forth for a while, then we actually got the soccer ball out and kicked it around. Carl was definitely more skilled with the soccer ball and wore me out. I eventually convinced him to go back to the football, throwing passes to each other. By the time Kayla and Carla got back from shopping, Carl and I were in competitive mode; One would pass the ball to the other, who would then attempt to reach the opposite end of the yard without being tackled. Carla said to Kayl, “They sure bonded pretty quickly. They look like brothers or good friends out there.” Kayla replied, “I’m glad they seem to like each other. I was a little concerned that Carl would be over-protective like he used to be when I was younger and dated other boys.” Carla smiled, “Maybe he realizes you’ve grown up, sweetheart.” Kayla just smiled proudly from the compliment.

When Carl and I returned to the house, I walked over and kissed Kayla. Kayla’s nose wrinkled and she pushed me away, then said, “You need to take a shower. You stink!” Carla then chimed in, saying, “Smells like they could both use a shower.” Carl grinned and said, “Yes mother.” We both headed to Carl’s room and undressed to our briefs. Carl said I could shower first so I could, “give my girlfriend a proper kiss without being pushed away.” I laughed and stepped into the bathroom. Carl collected up the dirty clothes and threw them in to the hamper and then joined me in the bathroom.

Third person

While Jeremy was in the shower, Carl was at the sink brushing his teeth. As he did, he could see Jeremy in the reflection in the mirror through the glass shower door. ‘Little sis got herself a pretty hot boyfriend’, he thought to himself. Jeremy stepped out of the shower and began drying himself off. His back was to Carl and Carl couldn’t resist snapping him in the butt with a towel. “OW! Hey!”, Jeremy yelped! “Leave me any hot water?”, Carl asked? Jeremy replied grinning, “After that, I hope not.”, then slapped Carl on his bare butt cheek as he passed by on his way into the shower. Carl jumped, “Hey!” Jeremy grinned and said, “Payback!”

As I arrived downstairs, showered, and with fresh clothes, Kayla approached me, “That’s much better.” We then had a ‘proper’ kiss. Kayla then said, “I’m glad you and Carl are getting along so well. He used to be so protective of the boys I dated.” I said, “Carl’s a great guy, even if he did play soccer instead of football.” Kayla and Carla both laughed. By the time Carl finally came downstairs, Bob was home and dinner was ready. After dinner, we watched a movie and Kayla snuggled with me on my lap. Bob glanced over checking on us periodically. Kayla joined us for a nightcap this time before we headed to bed. As I kissed Kayla goodnight at her bedroom door, I saw her parent’s door open a crack. I smiled.

Third person

As Carl and Jeremy undressed before climbing into bed, Carl once again stole a glance at Jeremy in his tight, American Eagle, blue and black briefs, ‘What a butt he’s got.’

Saturday, Kayla took me around their town, visiting some of her friends and visiting old hangouts. Carl looked up some old friends as well. Saturday night, Bob and Carla went out for dinner. Carl, Kayla, and I ordered pizza and played some games. Carl had grabbed some beer for he and I and Kayla settled for soda. The evening went by pretty uneventfully and everyone went to bed shortly after Bob and Carla got home since Karla and I had a long drive back to campus in the morning. Carl also had a long drive to his campus, but in the opposite direction.

Third person

As they said their goodbyes, Carl held the hug he gave Jeremy a little longer than he would normally had given someone else. He would miss him.