Date: Sun, 13 Sep 2020 23:04:30 +0000
From: Master Gilbert <LthrCigarMstr@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Revenge on Mike, Chapter 11

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Taking it back;

"Yeah, really!" I said sarcastically, "now listen, here is what I need you
to do and I know you arent going like it....

I knew is Mike called Scott he would never turn down the chance to come
back over and fuck him.  And I was willing to bet that if he asked to have
Gabe and Jesus come with him, he would jump at the chance.  The good thing
was to get them all together again, the bad part, Mike would have to put up
with them fucking him again.

Of course, Mike would do anything I asked him to, so I told him to arrange
a "party" for next Saturday night.  That would give me time to work out all
the details and get some supplies together.  I needed a few things I had no
idea how to get my hands on, but then again, I am a nerd on a college
campus, you would be surprised what I can research on the internet and
find.

By the time Saturday came around I had it all in place and had a good idea
how I was going to pull it off.  That being said, I was still only giving
it a 50/50 chance of working, but that is still better than doing nothing.

Mike had his part ready too.  The frig was stocked with beer and we had two
bottles of whiskey ready to go.  Mike had called his alumni booster and
there were two boxes of cigars ready too.  Mike had also gotten some porn
for the tv.

Scott and his crew were set to come over at seven, we were ready by lunch.
The rest of the day we had nothing to do but wait.  And waiting was the
worst part.  I had to work hard to keep Mike, and myself, out of the
whiskey and beers.  Mike's nervous energy was unreal.  My nervous energy
was even worse.

About three, Mike suggested I have a cigar to help me relax.  I was in no
mood to say no.  So, I allowed Mike to get me a cigar and light it.  Now it
should not be a surprise that as soon as I got that cigar in my jaw, Mike
was working to get my cock in his mouth.  I had really worried about Mike's
ability to be that jock asshole after everything he had been through, but
he had proven me wrong this past week.

I saw him in the Student Union with a group of the other jocks, they often
traveled in packs, catcalling and flirting with some of the freshman girls.
I heard he had bullied one of the freshmen from Hill Dorm so bad the guy
had pissed in his pants.  And there was a rumor floating around he was
fucking a female professor in the English department.  By Mike's standards,
that was a light week.

He had even asked me about going drinking with the guys Thursday night.
Now this was new, asking permission before going to a party, but I have to
say it made me laugh under my breath.  Of course, I let him go with the
stipulation he not fuck or get fucked by anyone.  As he left, I reminded
him that included blow jobs!  He came back drunk but swore he had not
broken any rules.  And I know he did not get fucked because he was still
dry and tight when I fucked him that night.

In case I forgot to mention it, I had been staying at Mike's apartment
since last weekend.  It worked better for me to keep an eye on Mike and I
was also enjoying having a hole to use every night.  During the day Mike
and I acted like we didn't know each other when we saw each other on
campus.  But at night Mike knew exactly how to treat his man.

Just like Mike knew exactly how to treat me now.  Leaning back, sucking
smoke, relaxing, Mike already had my cock out, stiff, and down his throat.
I could close my eyes and not even look at Mike, and he knew what to do.
He really had become the best cock sucker I had ever met.

Mike would get me right to the point I was going to cum, then slow down and
ease up.  I must have been about halfway through my cigar (these asylum 880
cigars can take 2 hours to smoke) before I finally put my hand on the back
of Mike's head to force him all the way down and shoot my load.  Mike
swallowed my cum like a champ, just like he always did.

That's when he did something he had never done before, Mike stood up and
took the cigar out of my mouth and sat down next to me and proceeded to
finish it while leaning against me.  This was new, but not unwanted or even
uncomfortable.  In fact, I think I like him better like this.  More
masculine, but still able to be a slut for me.

About fifteen after seven, there was a knock and Scott let himself in with
Gabe and Jesus in tow.  Mike was waiting for them in just a jock strap and
Scott wasted no time making fun of Mike.  Scott was grabbing Mike's ass and
slapping it in no time.  Meanwhile, Gabe and Jesus made straight for the
couch and plopped down.

"I knew this faggot was going to want our cocks again" Scott was gloating,
"I just didn't expect it to be so soon."

"Man let him get us some drinks and cigars before you bend him over." Gabe
spoke up.  He and Jesus were already settled in glued to the porn on the
tv.

I was sitting in the chair off to the side again, and just like last time
it was no one was paying attention to me.  Oddly enough, that's exactly
what I was hoping for.

Mike went and got them all beers, I already had one in my hand, but I had
emptied it earlier and filled it with water.  After serving them, he then
went to the box of cigars and lit one and handed it to Gabe.  Then he lit
one for Jesus and finished by getting one out for Scott.  But Scott stopped
him and took it out of his hands.

"Get on your knees and hold the lighter for me faggot." Scott said while
putting the cigar to his lips and toking on it while Mike held the lighter.
You could tell he was going to be in charge, even of the small things like
lighting a cigar.  He was not about to let Mike do anything without him
telling Mike, step by step, what and how to do it.  After that Scott
finally sat on the couch between Gabe and Jesus.

Now for this, we had already removed the coffee table that normally sat in
front of the couch so there would be more room on the floor.  Noticing
this, Scott looked over at me and smiled.

The last cigar Mike lit was for me and once I had it, Mike knelt on the
floor in front of me.

"Does anyone want whiskey?" I asked.

"Hell, yeah man!" Jesus finally spoke.  He was the silent one last time
too.

Mike went and poured everyone a glass of whiskey.  Again, mine was
different, it was actually apple juice.  It looked like whiskey but wasn't.
Handing everyone a glass, I downed mine fast, in one long gulp.  Seeing
this, the others did the same.  I was beginning to think this might work.

Having served everyone, and picked up the downed glasses of whiskey, Mike
knelt down again in front of me.

"I see you have been doing some training with the slut" Scott said while
rubbing his crotch.  "Why don't you send him on over to us?"

I looked at Mike and he crawled over in front of Scott.  Mike knew he was
going to have to service these guys tonight, so he was already mentally
prepared.  Hopefully thought this might be the last time.

Scott's cock was already hard long before he pulled it out from under his
basketball shorts.  Mike just knelt there waiting while Scott slowly
stroked his cock.  Pulling up on it hard, precum came leaking out of the
tip and Scott scooped it up and wiped it on Mike's lips.

"You want my cum bitch?" Scott said.

Mike didn't move or say anything.  Scott slapped Mike across the face,
"answer me!" He yelled.

"Yes" Mike said meekly.

"Say it faggot, say you want a man's cum in you" Scott was in Mike's face
spitting his words.

"I want a man's cum in me" Mike said just above a whisper.

"That's better" Scott said while blowing smoke in Mike's face and then
grabbing Mike's head, he pulled it onto his cock.  Mike's lips parted just
in time for Scott to ram his cock in balls deep while leaning back to
maximize the length he could shove down Mike's throat.

Gabe and Jesus stopped watching the cheerleader pulling a train of football
cocks now and started watching Scott and Mike.  It was everything you would
expect, Scott raping Mike's throat trying to make it as rough as he could.
Mike chocking and gagging but never fighting back.

 I stood up and announced I was getting another whiskey and offered another
round.  No one answered me so I poured them all doubles and they drank them
like shots while watching the action.  Then I got them all beers.

No one noticed that I never actually drank another drink or that I didn't
get a new beer.  Just like last time they were only interested in Mike and
the action.

After about five minutes Scott had to let up.  He did not want to cum, he
wanted to punish.  As soon as he let go of Mike's head, Mike was able to
lift his head and breath.  It was the first time I saw his face; the throat
slime was all over it and the tears were running.  He was bright red.  He
was getting punished, but it was punishing me too.  I hated this, but it
had to play out this way.

Mike had barely caught his breath before Jesus' cock was in his mouth.  Now
Jesus was not as brutal as Scott, but he still expected Mike to use all his
skills and pummel his throat on his cock.  But where Scott was more active,
pushing and face fucking, Jesus was more into watching the pussy porn and
ignoring the cock sucker working on him.

Again, Mike worked Jesus' cock for about five minutes before he was kicked
off it and sent to Gabe.

Gabe was even more passive about the whole thing, making Mike pull his semi
hard cock out and sucking it to full strength, but that changed as soon as
it was at full mast.  Gabe, like Scott, put a hand on Mike's head and
pushed him down.  Being as hung as he was, Mike was not able to go all the
way down it, but it wasn't from Gabe not pushing.

Gabe was pushing and not letting Mike breath at all.  He seemed even meaner
than last time.  Where Jesus had ignored Mike, Gabe never stopped watching
Mike as he was forcing Mike's throat open.  And Gabe would laugh when Mike
gagged blowing smoke in his face to make it worse.  That, of course, made
Gabe smile and so it went on for about 10 minutes before Scott got
impatient.

"Stop hogging the faggot man" Scott said, "pass him back down the line."

I did my job while Mike was doing his, I keep the whisky flowing and the
beers full.  But it was becoming obvious they were all alcoholics.  Thank
god I had a backup plan.

In all, Mike did three trips down that line of cocks, no one putting their
cocks away after the first time.

On the third pass, I made sure that the whiskey had an added something.  I
did not know how long it would take, but I also was not sure Mike would be
able to keep this up.  I was hoping things would go faster, but it did not.

After Mike got off Gabe's cock, Scott announced it was time for pussy
stuffing.  Instead of Mike throating Scott's cock, he was told to sit on
it.  Mike didn't complain or even seemed phased.  He stood up and turned
around then started to sit back on Scott's lap.

Scott, being the mean fuck he was, guided Mike's ass over his cock putting
his hands on Mike's hips and speared him in one thrust.  It was the first
time I saw Mike's façade break but only for a minute.  Scott made
Mike bounce and grind, like a cheap whore on his cock.  And the whole time
he was telling Mike about what a good pussy he had, what a cheap whore he
was, and how he was a faggot for cock.

Ten minutes later and Mike was pushed off Scott and handed over to Jesus.

Jesus' cock slid right in.  Mike didn't move waiting for Jesus to tell him
what to do but Jesus never said a word.  So, Mike started back grinding and
bouncing.  It wasn't long before Jesus' hands found Mike's waist and
started guiding him to do more long strokes and less grinding.  The entire
time Jesus had his head back not even looking at Mike.  Jesus was close to
cumming but kicked Mike off his cock.  That left Gabe.

Gabe's monster cunt busting cock was standing straight up and as Mike sat
back on its Gabe broke out into a wicked smile.  It took Mike a couple of
seconds to get the head into his ass, even after having already being
fucked by two others.  Gabe clinched the cigar in his mouth freeing up his
hands and then grabbed Mike's waist.

"You got about three more inches faggot until you bottom out." He growled.

With a combination of moving Mike around and thrusting his hips up, he
finally got to his goal.  Mike's face was screwed up and I could only guess
what was having to get moved around inside Mike to be able to get all of
that monster into him.  Then Gabe started pushing Mike about halfway up
that monster followed by a quick slam back down.

Scott and Jesus were laughing like hyenas at the site of Gabe working
Mike's ass.  I took the opportunity to make more drinks, even stronger this
time.  It was all I could think of to do.

When I handed Jesus his glass, I could see his eyes were a little
unfocused, a good sign.  Scott was starting to slur his words a little
while calling Mike a faggot and cum whore.  Gabe seemed unaffected.

I couldn't even get Gabe to take the glass because he was so focused on
fucking right now. Scott took his glass and downed it.  Finally, Gabe took
his hands off Mike and so I went to get him a glass.  He downed it in one
gulp focused more on the fucking then on what was happening around him.

Jesus had finally seemed to pass out.  Scott was starting to slouch.  Gabe
was pumping his cock into Mike but losing steam.

Finally, Gabe's head when back and Mike stopped moving.  He looked at me
and I got up to check on Gabe.  He had passed out mid fuck!

"Fuck it took long enough," I said to Mike.

Mike gingerly got up freeing himself from Gabe's still hard cock.  He
walked over me and knelt on the floor at my feet.  Part one was now over.
We would have some time before they came to, so I told Mike to go get a
shower and get dressed.  Leaving the living room, I could see just how much
Mike had suffered to make this happen.  He was walking funny and his ass
was swollen, with the lips around his beautiful hole looking bruised.

It killed me to see Mike like this, but he knew what I needed him to do and
he did it without hesitation.  He really was a stud, and after tonight I
hoped he would be my stud and my stud only...