Revenge Is Best Served Hot

I looked at him with his head hanging backwards. I couldn't believe that he had been the bane of my entire high school life. The constant jeering I had to endure each time I walked through the hallway or the daily trash talk I found inform of wrinkled, smelly papers in my locker. I cannot forget the drowning incident that happened one day in the locker room.

He and a bunch of his friends pushed me into the swimming pool, knowing that I didn't know how to swim and the gallons of water the swimming coach had to squeeze out of my water-logged lungs afterwards.

Seeing him all quiet and peaceful despite the difficult situation he will find himself in soon. I remember seeing those very pink lips parting ways for his shiny teeth as he laughed at my predicament. The water was filling up my lungs as I flapped hard against the currents. I felt myself being steadily tagged towards the deep end of the Olympic-sized swimming pool.

The three of them watched me suffer and fight for my life until the coach drove in to rescue me. I learned that my friend had gone to call him before I'd die. 

They were reported to the principal’s office, but they went away free with a simple warning. This was unfair, but that's how things worked in this school. Because his father was one of the influential sponsors, he went away free, and I had to endure more life-threatening incidents from that day on.

Things turned sour when I came out gay among other kids in my final year, but I was the most affected. I never knew why he tormented me most out of all those kids but didn't care to ask why. He would probably give me a stupid answer anyway. If anyone had added fuel to the violent fire, it was this guy and his dull friends.

It became part of his daily routine to make me miserable. That was three months ago, and when my parents wanted to change the school, it was beyond me, so I refrained. That was when I began to plot my revenge. 

But the very incident that sparked my revenge was not the torturing; it was when he forcibly kissed me one day in one of the locker rooms. There, I was thinking that I had finally evaded the terrible trio when he entered with nothing but a towel around his yummy hips showing the V of all things.

After P.E., he had come to shower. No wonder I heard less noise than usual, before coming from the showers; he found me bathing in the very last stall, and he smirked. 

That same evil smile turned my stomach in two ways. A bunch of cute fluttering butterflies, with what felt like a hive of bees stinging me at the same time. 

With his feet slapping against the wet floor, I froze in place because I was naked and had nowhere to run. His hair was trimmed on both sides of his perfect head, his muscular torso was out, and his arms pulsated with thick veins, indicating that he had been out in the sun after his football practice.

His abs glistened with sweat at the simple lighting from up, and by the time he reached me, my mind was compelled either to like this piece of scum or to curse him. It was an internal argument.

“What do we have here?” That annoying voice of his echoed against the wet walls of this stall,

“I was just leaving." I timidly reached out for my towel, but he was quick to take it away.

“So fast? I didn't interrupt you, did I?” in the softest voice possible that hid a lot of venom within, but I insisted that I should go. He threw the towel away, and it landed on the other side of the soppy floor.

With only my hands to hide my junk, I stepped aside to quickly get away from him before things escalated like they usually do, but he was too quick again as he slammed his huge hand on the very side I wanted to pass from and the other arm on the other side, trapping me in between them. Blocking my escape routes.

He was now so close, I could smell his musky scent—sweat with a mixture of his usual cologne. 

“Please, let me go.” My voice was now shaky as I was afraid of what he might do to me this time. Usually these things happened when we were either in public or he was always with his two best friends, but now we were alone, and I was afraid of him doing his worst and walking away with it, but there was also something else I was afraid of. 

My heart raced just being near him, and with him being so close to me, I was definitely having a hard-on anytime soon. We couldn't have that.

Despite the fact that he bullied me, I grew to like this hunky trash; he was a perfect specimen whom I'd fantasied having sex with, minus the rotten soul he had inside.

“Look at me,” he barked, and I immediately looked him in those green eyes that were surrounded by long lashes. He was so handsome that I didn't blame the many girls who would die for a night with him—me being one of them—but I knew better than to walk with lions.

I held his gaze and didn't expect what would happen next. It all happened fast when his lips were on mine just as he closed the distance between us. His warm body was on him and his long nose poked my right cheek as he bent down. I was shocked, just as my eyes were bulbous by then.

He had his own eyes closed, and when I didn't respond to his kiss, he quickly opened them to find me looking at him shockingly.

This was quite a surprise, it was like he had done something that he shouldn't yet he had been thinking of doing it for quite some time. 

As if he'd read my mind, he jumped off of me and cussed, which caused his towel to fall down as his rock-hard cock was exposed. It was already pulsating and calling my name, but I resisted. He was uncut, so his mushroom head was peeping out of the foreskin. It stood straight up like one of those dildos I was using at home and curved. (Yes, I played with toys.) That was when I realized something: Brian was gay.

He must've realized that I had gotten the gist of it because I was immediately smacked on the cheek. His huge hand had come.into.contact with my wet skin and it stung so bad that I held my cheek in agony and horror. My eyes welled up with painful tears, but I held them back. His hand froze up just as his face betrayed his shock. 

He surprised himself seeing that he'd slapped me; all my pleasure dropped as my lips began to tremble against my will.

On realizing this, he quickly bent down to pick up his towel and turned back to walk away, but not before he stopped.

“If you tell anyone about this, I'll do more than slap you," a voice said with so spite and without turning back to face me, and he left me in an emotional stupor.

This was it; I was done being the prey just as I let my hands fall to form fists. Clenching my fists while letting my nails bite into my flesh, I was going to serve this jerk a very pleasurable revenge in the hottest way possible. 

And just like that, I had Brian—the jerk who slapped me—tied onto the metal chair with zip locks and blindfolded with a muzzle on his beautiful, loud mouth. His head was hanging down with his chin resting unto his upper chest. I'd chosen one of those cabins in the woods my parents pay for and go to during their vacations, and it was payback time. 

This was a well-crafted plot that had been going on for three months until it finally happened on the very evening of our graduation day. I had convinced my parents that I was going to the after party with friends since it was our last, and they agreed. 

One thing led to another, and I ended up spiking Brian's drink and had help from my friend, who dragged him into the car without anyone watching, and I drove with an eager and frightened heart.

 However much I'd gone over this plan in my head, I was still afraid since it was my first time kidnapping someone and the bully of all people who was built like a huge rock that towered over me whenever he was near. I drove deeper into the woods until I reached the cabin, and I had to drag this dead weight into the house and tie him up before he came around. I made sure to tie him with extra ziplock just to calm my anxiety.

Groan!

I was brought back to reality when I had him groan, and his head started swinging from side to side. He was unaware of his situation until he felt himself fixed on one place that he tried to call out with no sound coming out.

Muffled noises were all I could hear, and I couldn't help but laugh at his squirming. It was all futile. This was all planned out well, but I was still afraid to get close to him until I was sure that he couldn't snap the binds. I was afraid of what he'd do to me if he did.

After seeing that he couldn't free himself however much he tried, I went a head and removed his blindfold, and the look on his face when he saw me was priceless.

I folded my arms across my chest while standing at a distance just as his angry eyes shot daggers at me. Those thick eyebrows were so together now that they'd formed a faux unibrow. More muffled words, and I guess we're threats and curses, but I didn't care. I'd had enough of his voice to care.

“ Aww! Are you hurting?” I taunted him while I inched closer. Using the same soft voice he'd used on me in the showers.

“I can help you with that.” Slowly, I approached him, but I was still cautious. His continuous bullying had created a very deep scar on my psyche, but I moved forward. On reaching him, he shook hard enough to make the heavy metal chair that was screwed to the floor squeak like it was going to break, and I stepped back out of fear and habit, enough that my heart raced faster than that of a hunting cheetah. 

More muffles followed, and I turned to see his eyes smiling along with his gagged mouth. He must've been smirking underneath the fold, happy at his handiwork. The amount of work he put in to create me, his scaredy puppy. 

My emotions erupted seeing him have power over me, even when I thought that I was in charge, and I ended up connecting my hands with his cheek and a loud slapping sound followed. Everything stood still; even the crickets stopped. I had given him the same thing he gave me three months ago.

This had reminded me that I was the predator, just as my heart calmed down. 

I grabbed his jaw with the very hand I'd slapped him with enough to squeeze his perfect checks, and I looked at him.

“I'm done running away." I literally spat these words out to him: “It's time to taste your own bitter medicine,” and with that, I dropped his jaw and turned my back on him. It was time to bring out the tray.

The tray had a packet of condoms, a bottle of my favorite lube, a pair of scissors, and baby oil. His eyes widened at this, and I guess he was speculating about what was going to happen as he tried to set himself free again, but to no avail. 

“Oh, this? It's just something I think you'll love." Having a conversation with a gagged man was not easy, but seeing his eyes wide with fear created some sense of justice and a new wave of confidence that pushed me to do what I did next.

I kneeled down before him with the pair of scissors and began cutting away his shirt. I needed to expose that yummy chest that was teasing me when it was playing peekaboo with his V-neck shirt. 

Of course, I met some resistance, but I threatened him by saying that I would cut his nipples off if he became a menace. 

I don't know why he stopped and obeyed; I guess he saw the look in my eyes—the gaze of someone ready to do anything just to get justice.

Exposing his chest, smooth as always, I opened up a bottle of baby oil and began slathering it on his body. He shuddered at my touch and tried to hide it, but I knew better. I saw the baby oil slide down his abs and used my hands to cover every inch of his beautiful chest. I had smooth hands so he must've felt great to my dismay but I was enjoying myself nonetheless. I was always looking forward to this moment and I was going to enjoy it to the fullest.

 He just had his green eyes full of scrambled emotions until I pinched one of his nipples, which earned me a grunt.

“Oh my! Someone's sensitive here,” I teased, and he immediately scowled at me, which forced me to take a slap of obedience once again, earning me some silence.

“I don't require such arrogance from you, mister,” making his cheek redder than usual, and his scowl immediately vanished into glassy eyes. He had seen nothing yet; he was just starting.

I kept playing with his nipples until I couldn't take his grunting anymore. Pinching them in-between my thumb and index fingers, biting them a bit, sucking on them while he looked at me. By the time I stopped, he had forgotten the slap and he was moaning once more.

“It looks like we are enjoying ourselves." I threw in a taunt just to see how he'd react, but he didn't betray his emotions yet!

As for the trousers, I just opened the zipper and exposed his black briefs.

I went on to sit on his lap with my legs resting on either side of the chair, and immediately his body shook in protest. I had also zip locked his powerful legs on each side of the chair, restricting his movements.

“Don't make me slap you again now,” and that was the end of the body quake, which earned him a few pats on the cheeks with a thank you from yours truly. 

I could feel his anger boiling, but he was helpless.

With my hands on his nipples once more, I squeezed them gently while I buried my face between his shoulder and neck, and I inhaled his scent. Even when he bullied me, his scent always made me want to be near him, and I resented myself for it, but now I couldn't help but start giving him a few kisses on his neck while I pinched at his hard nipples.

I began twisting my hips while seated in his groin area, moving up and down. In the process, my own chest was closer to his and we shared a certain kind of warmth. I was doing things I'd always think about doing with him, minus the restraints. This would be where he had his powerful hands on either side of my waist as we kissed, but his mouth was shut.

I couldn't feel any resistance from Brian, only grunts and heavy breaths, he was gradually giving in to my caresses. I could feel myself rising underneath my pants just at the scent of his skin and cologne, but I was even more surprised when I felt his very own member rising and poking my ass through his exposed briefs.

“ Oh? What is this?” I drew back to look at him, and he looked away with his cheeks blushing redder than the slap could make, which led me to start riding him more. Moving up and down to his tent while pinching his nipples.I kept that going for about a minute more while faking my moans (kinda) at riding him until I felt that it was time for another phase.

I stood up and knelt down before him once more as I went on to free him of the terrible fabric that was in the way of his humongous hardon.

Ever since I saw it that day in the showers, I couldn't stop thinking about it, and I was going to see it and touch it without any assault.

He had begun to quiver, and I gave him another slap. I was tired of his squirms, yet he wanted this just as much as I did. 

This stopped him as I pulled down his black briefs, letting his wood fly free. 

It stood up proud and tall with a curved top, just like I remembered it standing tall and proud. I could see why he was deemed perfect by every girl he dated; bad thing they didn't know that he had a thing for gay guys, and I was about to fulfill his closeted wish. (Devilish smile)

“Hmmm, what a feast!” I meant it because my lips were itching to taste it. This would be my third blow job, and I intended to make it hurt since it was the bully himself.

“Let's eat, shall we?” I inquired, expecting no answer from him, as I immediately had my mouth take him whole. It was perfect—not the way I'd imagined his curvy cock, but me having him in my mouth. 

Ever since that kiss, I'd grown to want Brian to make me his, which I resented but my body liked. Maybe that's why I was reluctant to change schools. I wanted to see more of him every day, and every time he bullied me, I just wanted him more, and let's say he created this monster that was feasting on his hard wood.

My greedy mouth didn't want to let go, but every time his long dick rubbed at my epiglottis, I ended up trying to gag, so I decided to focus on the tip and half way through the curve. Of course, that earned me a throaty moan with his head thrown aback. He was enjoying this, and this was not his first time getting sucked.

He was not supposed to be having the time of his life; he was supposed to hurt, but seeing him force his hips to match my beat urged me to pick up my pace. Once a prey, always a prey

I felt his breathing start to change and quicken as I created more friction from my movements, and that's when I decided to let go and move unto the next phase. 

He literally growled when I stood up and stepped back, leaving him amidst ecstasy. His eyes were now murderous since I had robbed him of his climax, and that very look annoyed me so much that I slapped him twice on both cheeks. He had it coming.

“You have no right to climax until I find it fit for you.” I raised my voice with anger. “This is my field and my rules, and if you make me repeat that, I sweat. I'll castrate you right here and now.” My anger slowly faded when I saw a stack of raw emotions spread across his face. He had never seen this side of me, and I even surprised myself. I had never said such fiery words fo anyone. He knew I'd do everything I told him, so I looked away without a word, or in this case, a grunt, thinking that I was done as his cock had now deflated. 

“Oh no, love, we are just starting.” These words earned me a look of confusion until he saw me unzip my pants and I threw them into the couch next to us, then he knew what was next.

My cock came out, semi-hard, and I was getting ready for action. 

I chose to sit in the one-arm chair in front of him with a tube of lube. I was going to stretch myself for his cock. It was time for part two, and I wanted him to watch. 

Leaning back into the soft chair, I spread my legs with my hole exposed for him to see. His eyes widened enough, and I saw him gulp down a few signs of saliva. Long forgotten were the slaps, and now he had that hungry look back in his eyes.

I squirted some lube onto my fingers, and I began with a finger teasing my entry point. The grooves on the outside felt sensitive to my touch, causing me to jerk backwards, just like every time I'd use my toys. I might've given blowjobs, but I had never had sex with anyone, and this jerk would be my first. I wouldn't want it any other way.

I took my time feeling the outside of my ass until I felt my inside itching. I wanted to reach it so badly.

Using my first finger, I slid inside. It went in without resistance.

“Don't worry, I cleaned up well for you." I caught Brian's hungry gaze at my foreplay; I had him where I wanted him. I was starting to suspect that he might've had sex with another guy.

“I'm stretching real good for you; a moment please.” With shallow breaths, it came out in the form of a moan, and I immediately put in the second finger, which was a big stretch, but I didn't feel any pain. I had done this every time I was horny.

It felt so good as I finger-slid inside my wet ass, in and out. Feeling my fingers inside me created even a bigger itch that needed something long and thick to reach out and scratch it, and by chance it was right before me. I increased the pace just as that itch intensified, my fingers were too short to reach further but they were doing something to me. I closed my eyes as I held my balls while I fingered myself. I had forgotten about Brian until I opened my eyes.

Brian was practically drooling through the gag, and over me, he was finally showing his true colors, or wants in this case. How I longed for that very look he had right now? I always wanted him to want me like he did right now. ‘Was I dreaming?’ I thought to myself, but I wasn't since I was about to shoot a load before I could ride my prey.

He had always behaved straight and picked on gay kids at school, but I knew better. After the shower stall incident, I confirmed the truth with my own lips, and he was a good kisser. (No lie there.)

“Like what you see?” While fingering my ass—so much for perfect and straight—his cock was hard once again and dancing in the air with eagerness and his hands were clenched and his arms bulging like he wanted to snap them inorder to reach my welcoming hole. His cock was the perfect toy for my growing itch.

Pulling my fingers out, I stood up with the tube of lube and proceeded towards him.

“Just what I needed.” Holding his rock-hard cock in my hand and stroking it with my wet hands, I looked up at him; his eyes had started to roll back inside his head, and I was surprised that he didn't say a word or shake at my approach.

In a blink of an eye, I tore out the packet of a condom, pulled back his foreskin go expose that purple mushroom head and placed it gently on my toy—I mean, his cock—while adding more lube to it. I slathered the slippery lube onto his cock, up to the base. I began jerking him off, and once again through the latex, his hips moved to my rhythm. 

Finally, I let go of his curvy dick and went ahead to push it in me.

I positioned myself before him, with my legs on either side of his huge frame, as I gently guided his cock into me. It slid smoothly inside until I had my buttocks sit on his lap.

Like an arrow piercing and throwing flesh, I felt him penetrate me, causing both of us to take in sharp breaths.

“If only you were not gagged, I'd have kissed you." I was talking through my teeth as I felt him embedded within my confines, having him fully inside and the itch grew so unsettled that I had to start moving.

Doing some leg work, I had to push myself up and down onto his woody member with my hands on his shoulders for support. I met no resistance from him this time. He had been waiting for this too.

My own head was thrown back from the warm pleasure I was receiving from Brian's cock. This, this was no ordinary toy; this was the real deal. 

“You like that, don't you?” I kept asking him, but all I got were grunts and breathy responses.

It went on and on as the metal chair was now at our mercy when I decided to pick up the pace. 

“Oh yes!” I cried out of pleasure as he added his own moans to the choir we'd created.

The urge to scratch the itch was in the middle stages of development, causing my legs to move even faster. I could feel Brian struggling with the intense pleasure as his fingers curled with every impalement inside of me.

This got me sweating and Brian panting through his gag. 

I couldn't tell how long I was like that, but until my itch was gone, I was going to stop moving.

By some force, I could feel myself being pulled down unto his cock without end when I pushed myself up, and this action went on. The sound and smell of latex and lube filled the room. My hands were now on his shoulders for support, and when I looked at him, his eyes were hungrier by the minute. His gaze pierced me just like he was piercing me from below without mercy. 

This annoyed me to some extent since I needed him to suffer, so I changed positions, wanting to look away before my mood was spoiled. I wanted to slap him some more, but I didn't. I had more daggering matters at hand. 

I finally decided to change positions when I turned and had my back against him. I had to sit between his spread legs. I once again felt some force pull me down as I slammed his cock into me. I was now full again, and the itch was growing more inpatient.

I had my hands on either side of my powerful thighs as I began to ride him like crazy.

With every rub, I felt him connect, and at times he rubbed that sweet spot that had been itching me. This had me reaching for my own cock that was begging for my undivided attention.

I was stroking while bouncing on his juicy cock without mercy. My back was doing half of the work. I decided to lean back against his warm, solid chest. I'd spent years wanting to get closer to this chest. 

The times he was close enough for me to touch were either when he was bullying me or threatening me, so when my clothed back lay against his chest, I felt like I'd finally won something. I felt him flinch, and I felt happy. I went on further to lean my neck into his shoulder, exposing my own neck. Good thing he had a gag on, or he would've bit me. That is what I thought until I felt Brian's own cheek on my neck.

I almost stopped arching my back until I felt him do what felt like him caressing my neck. This was new, and I decided to play along with it. I was getting tired from the action until I felt him start to arch his back. It was like he had sensed my fatigue and picked up from where I stopped. He back to thrust into me with vigor, and the repeated rubbing of my sweet spot allowed me to spill the longest amount of cum onto my rug, just as I felt him clench once more as he released into the condom with his cheeks on my neck. His warm breath coated my neck, which felt good to some point, I had never felt this good and it was better than my fantasy or toys. If only Brian wasn't a bad guy, he would've been a great lover but alas!

Too bad it was revenge; I'd have wanted to feel his cum deep inside me.

I kept on having him rub me some more until I felt his shuddering orgasm stop. I stayed still with his jaw on my neck, I won't lie I wanted to stay like that, with him buried inside of me but I couldn't. I would never see him again.

I stood up with the little energy I'd been left with as his cock popped when it left my open hole. I decided to remove the condom and dispose of it in the toilet and I cleaned my cum off the rug, before I went on to remove his gag.

I was ready to slap it back on if he screamed.

Cautiously, I reached out my hands behind his head to remove the gag; my face was near his.

I had bend over as he looked up at me with his green eyes. I avoided them since Id get lost in those eyes like I always do. Just as I had removed the muzzle and thrown it away, he used his legs and body weight to push me forward, and my lips settled on his. He'd done it on purpose, and since I was drained, I ended up collapsing on his lap and wrapping my hands around his neck while we kissed. I don't know why I obliged, but my body wouldn't listen to me. He was still the best kisser ever. I opened my mouth for his tongue, and we exchanged saliva. I really was getting my dream fulfilled( I think) cause I was turning my head from the kisses wee were sharing. I couldn't stop this since he was also not ready to stop.

Mastering enough self-control, I jumped away from him. ,

“Please, one more kiss.” Did I hear it correctly? Was he begging me for a kiss? This turned out to be even more complicated. The way he pleaded reached out to me. It was breaking the Cust I'd built around my heart, the vow to never fall in love with this jerk. I expected him to snap at me or curse me, but no, he begged me for a kiss.

“ What? Really?” I was full of questions,this was genuine surprise and not some fake emotions but looking at the clock behind me, I was a few minutes away from our schedule. I needed to proceed with Part C.

Looking at him, his eyes had gone soft, which was the first. This side of him was never shown to anyone at school. He looked like someone I'd love if only he treated me as someone and not something.

“First, I have to drink some water, and it looks like you do too.” It was a command, but I didn't expect him to be this submissive. Although it was according to plan, I couldn't help but feel bad. If only he smiled more like this, if only he'd treated me better. Maybe we could've had sex in a more comfortable way. My stupid heart was starting to make me feel guilty even after I'd convinced myself that I needed to do this. That was why I immediately went for the water bottle. I needed to stop this before I did something that wasn't part of our plan.

I opened up the water bottle and took a sip more, like finishing it all. I was so thirsty I didn't realize it, but it was also essential for the plan to work. I went in to open another and put it in Brian's mouth. He took hungry gulps of the water, and I had to slow him down if I wanted him to wake up at all. I had spiked the water for him to fall asleep.

“What's wrong with me?” He began to drop; the drug was working, and all I had to do was work on it. part C

“Sleep well, sweetie,” I mocked him as he struggled to keep his eyes open while throwing daggers at me. His eyes looked full of hurt and betrayal, and I wouldn't have it any other way. It was the kind of look I'd looked forward to the whole evening, but before he had completely lost consciousness, I held up his jaw and gave him a heart felt kiss, the kind I'd give him if he was not mean to me.

“ There's your one kiss you asked for.” I whispered to him before he fell into slumber.

After confirming that he had gone to sleep, I cleaned myself up together with Brian although I did nothing for his cut shirt. Nothing I had fit him so I called my friend. She was in on it, but I didn't want Brian to know. We dragged him to the car when she arrived, and we had to dump him somewhere he knew when he woke up. 

I hurriedly drove back home to find my parents waiting for me. My suitcase was packed, and so was theirs. My dad was a professor at one of the universities in the UK where he’d gotten a job.

I found out three months prior to our graduation, and that's when I began my plan. I knew that I would be gone by morning since they (my parents) had decided to sell our house and move to the UK permanently. Of course I'd miss my friend, but she was also moving to another state with her parents after being accepted into one of the prestigious colleges. She was valedictorian, and I was happy for her. 

By the time the sun rose up,I was thinking about Brian's face when he recalls what happened that night—half way through my journey to the UK with a happy heart, knowing that I would never see Brian again, yet at the bottom I felt empty but I decided to bag those stupid emotions and enjoy my victory. My revenge had been settled, and I had left Brian a threat or blackmail just to be sure he'd never look for me.

I was going to ruin his image and his parents if he ever thought about reporting me. His father was a senator, and that would ruin his image. A video of everything I'd taken but of course, there was no video, I would never tarnish my name for the sake.of revenge or for that handsome jerk.

 I knew that Brian would believe that I'd done and would do anything to ensure that he pays for what he'd done to me and based my threats on that. 

And also the moment his parents supported his ruthless act was when they declared war. I wanted him to feel what it was like to feel helpless against someone.

My eyes grew heavy as I leaned back against the window and drifted off into space with a smile on my face, I was tired and this long flight was what I needed to recuperate. Little did I know that I had left with someone else's heart.

The end…