Date: Fri, 1 Jan 2021 23:34:45 +0000 From: Master Gilbert Subject: My Revenge on Mike, chapter 13 All characters and events in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real events or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Though this work of fiction may contain sexual situations and/or sexual acts between adults and minors, neither the author condones such situations and/or acts. Your donations make Nifty Archives possible. Keep this site running with your support: www.donate.nifty.org Please direct any comments or ideas for this story to lthrcigarmstr@hotmail.com Things are changing. Mike's lips parted easily and let me right in. While he had been aggressive, grabbing me and kissing me, he was also allowing me to control the kiss. He was still my bitch, but maybe he is also a bit more now... The next morning, the three guys woke up all in the bed together, naked. They all had splitting headaches and dry mouth. And they all had the same fear filled look on their face as they tried to figure out what happened last night. The conversation was brief. The videos had already been texted to them. The demands that I had was also on their phones already. They were pretty simple. Leave us alone, stop bullying Mike, stop fucking everything that moved, and I expected total obedience to any order I gave them. For Jesus and Gabe this would be easy enough, I really didn't want anything from them. For Scott, this would be harder so after talking to Mike, I told them that if any one of them broke my rules, all three would be outed with the videos and files I had. For the next week, Mike and I went about our business without any real changes. Mike was a lot more at ease. He seemed like he had come to peace with his new life. I know I was a lot more comfortable knowing that I didn't have to worry about these three stopping by and fucking with Mike. The only thing that was still on my mind was that kiss. After the three of them had left that morning, Mike was his normal self. He was cocky, and a little arrogant. He was a jock, just like he had been. He didn't acknowledge the kiss, talk about the kiss, or act like he was anything more than just a dude who liked to get fucked. On the other hand, I could not stop thinking about the kiss. It had really taken me off guard and I have to admit, I left Mike alone all week because I didn't want to talk about it or have to answer questions about it if he asked me. It was the Friday of the next week before I even saw Mike again, more then just seeing him on campus. I was starting to get really horny and I was missing my little fuck toy of a jock. I had sat through a class on economics and couldn't even tell you what it was about because all I could think of was Mike. Apparently, I was not the only person feeling like this. When I left the lecture room, Mike was leaning against the wall with a sly smile. I looked at him and he stared at me, not breaking eye contact until I walked past him. I looked behind me and he was following me just a few paces behind. I turned into an alley between buildings and turned around just in time to see Mike turning the corner, still smiling. "What are you smiling about?" I said looking at him in his uniform jersey, looking so hot. "Nothing man, I was just hoping you were going to be coming over to the apartment tonight." Mike finally broke our eye contact and looked at the ground. "I was thinking about it..." I started and then trailed off. "but I don't know man." Mike came up right in front of me and dropped his voice really low. "Please Sir, I need to be used." I was smiling before I even knew it. I was also getting a hard on and Mike saw it, making a move to grab it before I grabbed his hand and stopped him. "I got a new box of cigars for you too Sir and a bottle of that whiskey you like." Mike was really laying it on thick. As I thought about it, it was almost like the begging I used to have to do with my ex-girlfriend when I really wanted to make out and she was in one of her moods. Was I acting like she used to? "I will be there after my last class." I said letting go of his hand and walking past him, stopping just long enough to swat his ass. The rest of my day, time seemed to slow down. I kept looking at my phone. I could not stop thinking about Mike standing there in that jersey. I had fucked him in it before, it was my favorite thing to make him put on before using him, making him look like a jock, making him look like he did when he stole my ex-girlfriend. It made me wonder if he wore it on purpose. Finally, the last class of the week was over. I decided to take my time walking to Mike's apartment, I had a feeling the anticipation that was driving me nuts was probably worse for him. When I got to the apartment, I used my key to open the door. Mike was indeed waiting for me, but not quite as I had expected. He was kneeling in the middle of the living room, nothing but his jersey and a cigar in his mouth. He must have started to light it when he heard me opening the door. He has just gotten a good red cherry on it and taken a deep toke when I walked up to him. He had a smirk on his face when I removed the cigar from his mouth and tool my first toke. The power of a cigar to change your mood, both relax and energize was something I learned from Mike. As I was enjoying the cigar, Mike reached to my crotch and started messing with my pants. I had let Mike set the pace too long. I took my foot and with a swift move, pushed Mike backwards away from my crotch. He landed on his back and just looked up at me. I took a second looking down at him and laughing. He was such a horny jock. Mike lay on his back looking up at me while I pushed the sole of my Nike into his face. He licked at it and kissed it. I don't think he could have been any happier than if I had put a cock in his face. After a few minutes, I switched feet and let him make love to the other shoe. After about ten minutes of going back and forth from shoe to shoe, I sat down on the couch and Mike crawled to me. Positioning himself directly between my legs, he looked up at me with those wide sad eyes and it crossed my mind that he might want cock, or he might want smoke. A wicked smile must have crept across my lips as the image formed in my mind. I took the cigar and filled my mouth and lungs with smoke before grabbing his face and forcing all that smoke into mike. As soon as I had him filled with smoke, I pulled out my cock and shoved it into his mouth. Dutifully Mike sucked it deep and without letting my cock slip from his lips, exhaled the smoke I had forced into him. It was a surreal site seeing the smoke escaping his lips and coming out around my cock. I repeated the scene about three more times during the next thirty minutes of Mike's cock worshipping. Of course, it was nice to just be able to sit back and let Mike enjoy my cock. I could never understand all that talk about how fags give better blowjobs, but it is so true. No one enjoys a cock in his face and mouth like Mike does. He worships my cock like it were his only source of protein. With almost half of my cigar done, I decided I wanted more than to just sit back and let Mike suck, I wanted to use him. With a hand firmly on the back of his head, I started to pull on Mike's head making him choke on my cock. I love hearing that little bubbling and gurgling sound he makes when I force those last couple of inches into his throat and make those beautiful lips kiss my balls. After a couple of seconds, I let go and Mike lurches back just enough to catch his breath and as soon as I hear that sucking sound, knowing that Mike was able to get a breath in, I grab his head and force him back down again. And it all started over again. Inhaling on my cigar, feeling my cock rubbing the back of his throat, it was the greatest power trip I have ever known. With throat slime covering my cock, I looked at Mike and without having to say a word, he stood up, spun around, and sit down. His ass was made for cock. especially my cock. It slipped in like a mold. And Mike rode my cock like a champ or a whore. I mean what is the real difference. Mike was my whore, but he was also a champ. My hands firmly gripping his hips, and the cigar almost finished but clenched in jaw, I started driving my cock through Mike's ass. I was no longer content to cum in Mike's ass, I wanted to destroy it. I wanted to fuck it so hard Mike would be walking funny tomorrow and my cum would still be leaking out in the morning. I pushed Mike off and threw him through the floor. Flipping him over so he was looking up at me, I lifted his legs and slammed my cock into his ass again. As much as I was trying to fuck him into the floor, he seemed to be enjoying it. I was trying to destroy his ass; he was using his ass to swallow me. When I spit the cigar spit, I had built up in his face to show him what I thought of him, he opened his mouth and did his best to catch it in an attempt to show me how he loved being my bitch. When I laughed and called him a whore and a bitch, he got hard and looked up at me with love and devotion. Balls buried against Mike's hole; I pumped the biggest load I can remember into his willing cunt. All the contempt I had for the jocks, for the frat boys that think they rule the college, for anyone that had ever made me feel less than what I am, was pumped into Mike's ass. The resentment I felt was streaming into Mike's ass. It was then that I realized what Mike had become to me, he was the embodiment of everything I hated and also everything I needed. He took my abuse, disgust, and cock, with the understanding that it was not him I hated. After putting out my cigar, and sitting back on the couch, Mike got back between my legs and looked up at me. He was still in his jersey, and I am sure there was cum dripping out of his sore ass, and he had to of known I fucked him rougher than I had to, but he was still there, between my legs looking up at me. I pulled him up, so we were face to face and I kissed him. This time I kissed him instead of him kissing me. I kissed him because I wanted to, because I was beginning to realize that Mike made me a better me and that he allowed me to use him for what I needed and wanted. But there was also what Mike needed and wanted. He needed to be used and fucked. I think he had found what he was missing, and that is to be used. While I am not saying that all bottoms need to be used like this, I think he does. I think it grounds him as much as it elevates me. I think that's why we fit. Mike is a bitch in the bed and a jock on the street, whereas I am a nerd on the street and a mean bastard in bed. Together we fit....