Date: Sat, 13 Apr 2024 22:53:35 +0000 (UTC) From: "jm400627@yahoo.com" Subject: James's Vengeance 9 Hello- For those of you that read this story back in 2019, I sincerely apologize for the long delay! Thank you to all of you that have read this story, and sent positive feedback and encouragement, it is because of you that I am returning to the story to finish it. I have had the ending of the story planned since I started writing it, but I hate endings, and have delayed this because of that. There should be one more chapter after this, and I will endeavor to have it out to you sooner rather than later. Make sure to make donation to nifty to keep this site up and running. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html The usual disclaimers apply. Do not read this story if you are underage, and do not read if you are sensitive to themes of rape or vengeance. This story can get a bit dark at times, but it is meant to be enjoyed as a work of fiction. I hope that you enjoy the story, and would love to hear from you via email --jm400627@yahoo.com James. After school, I head to football practice as usual. I find myself constantly going over my plan in my head, making sure every detail is solid. It feels like I've reviewed it a million times to ensure its success. Although I believe it will work, there's a significant amount of risk involved and little room for error. Above all, my plan is driven by a burning desire for vengeance. It's crucial for me to even the score with Jakob, and that remains my top priority. Once I achieve my revenge, I hope my life will return to normal. It's still hard to believe that everything is finally falling into place. During practice, I notice Jakob's somber demeanor and his watchful gaze upon me. I've grown wary around him lately, and his mood puts me on edge. Until I exact my vengeance, I have to remain cautious around him. However, I also need to project the right vibes to ensure the success of my plan. The next aspect of the plan is what I despise the most, yet I know it's necessary; I begin by subtly increasing physical contact with Jakob during drills. The coach has positioned us next to each other, giving me an opportunity. I deliberately let my arm brush against his a few times. Initially, he withdraws his arm whenever we touch, but gradually, he allows the contact. The sensation of his skin against mine both arouses and repulses me simultaneously, and for some reason, that makes it even more enticing. I despise Jakob, yet I can't deny the inexplicable attraction I feel towards him. His scent intoxicates me, igniting a strange desire within me. I hate that I can't control this attraction, and I know I must be careful. Throughout practice, I continue to find ways for our bodies to touch--our hips graze, our calves brush against each other. I catch him watching me with curiosity, knowing that my actions are puzzling him. I'm playing a dangerous game, and I'm well aware of it. Jakob can probably tell that I'm intentionally making contact with him, but he can't really tell why. There are moments that I begin to forget, too. After practice, as usual, I assist the coach with packing up, but a sinking feeling settles in my stomach as I prepare to carry out the part of my plan that I detest. "Hey coach, I was wondering if I could come here on the weekends to practice sometimes? My brother mentioned that coaches used to lend out keys to students for facility access," I say, guilt washing over me as I prepare to manipulate the coach. "Yeah, they used to do that, but it was stopped a few years ago. Some students abused the privilege, and now we're not allowed to hand out keys," Coach responds casually. Naturally, I was already aware of this change. My older brother was suspended for engaging in inappropriate behavior with his girlfriend in the locker rooms, which led to the keys being confiscated. "Oh, that's unfortunate, coach. It's a shame when one person ruins it for everyone else. I wish you could trust me," I say, employing my manipulative tactics. I hate what I'm doing, but I need that key. "I trust you, James. I'm just doing my job," Coach replies firmly. I can't discern whether I've had any effect on him, and truthfully, I don't want to push it further. I know Coach sees me as a good kid, and after his strange confession about seeing me as a son, I really don't want to take advantage of him. I help Coach pack up, contemplating other ways to gain access. Perhaps I could find an alternative method that wouldn't implicate Coach. Breaking in might be an option, ensuring that he wouldn't face any trouble. "Have a good one, coach," I say as we finish packing up. "James, wait," Coach says, stopping me in my tracks. He hands me a key with a stern expression. "I trust you, but don't make me regret this." "I won't." I reply, wishing that I meant those words. When I enter the showers, most of the team has already left, but a few stragglers remain. My eyes scan the room, and I spot Jakob walking from the showers with a towel draped over his shoulder, proudly displaying his physique. He locks eyes with me for a moment as he struts towards his locker. The confusion he showed earlier has vanished, replaced by his usual bravado. As Jakob dries himself off, I begin to undress, preparing for my own shower. I kick off my shoes and observe as Jakob leisurely towels his front. He glances at me, subtly indicating that his little show is meant for me. I burn with a mix of lust and self-loathing as I watch him, fully aware that I should detest this but finding myself irresistibly drawn to it. I admire his chiseled abs, defined pecs, and sculpted legs. He may not be a bodybuilder, but he's certainly in great shape. I allow Jakob to catch me watching him intently as he sensually pulls up his white boxers, concealing his manhood. I gaze at him, consumed by both desire and hatred, unsure which emotion is stronger. For a brief moment, doubt and confusion flicker in Jakob's eyes. I smile coyly at him, then turn around, swiftly contemplating my next move. I want to tease him just enough to ensure he falls into my trap, but not so much that he advances too quickly. I clench my teeth and remove my shorts and boxers in one fluid motion, bending at the waist briefly to expose my pink hole and smooth ass. I hurriedly wrap a towel around my waist, facing Jakob to see him still standing there, unmoved. I nod curtly at him and walk towards the showers, feeling a tinge of dirtiness, uncertain if I've flirted too much or not. Deciphering Jakob's intentions is challenging, but I hope my efforts have been successful. After my shower, I dress alone and notice a text from an unknown number: "Hey, I hope this isn't too forward, but I didn't get a chance to finish my search last night. Didn't even get to use my baton. Wanna meet up tonight?". I smile, realizing it's the police officer from last night. I ponder whether engaging with him is the right choice. While most of the risk would fall on his shoulders, he could still face severe consequences. However, I could use a good release, especially since Preston is out of the picture. "When and where? And we'll definitely be using a baton, just not yours ;)," I reply, sliding into my car. "Now? And whatever you want, kid," he responds almost instantly. "Sweet, on my way," I type back, setting off towards his house. I get watch as he eagerly pulls down his silver basketball shorts, releasing his hard, thick cock. I smile when I see that it is cut, unlike me. I have enough experience with my own uncut cock, so variety is nice. I look up into his eyes as I take him into my mouth. He moans in pleasure as he enters me, and I lick around his head. I think of Preston and start implementing some of the techniques that he used on me. I tease him by slowly bobbing my head back and forth on his cock. I can tell he wants to go faster, so I place my hands on his hips to prevent him from thrusting. "Please..." he moans, but Ignore him. I slide my hands around to his ass and grip his muscular ass cheeks. His ass feels warm and a bit fuzzy, soft and hard at the same time. I love hearing his moans of pleasure and I suddenly have to urge to make him cum. I want him to feel good, and I want to be the one to give him pleasure. I slowly pull him down my throat, using his ass cheeks as leverage, and I start to let him fuck my throat. Tears well up in my eyes, but I don't care. I am so in lust with this man, and I don't quite understand it, but I am lost in giving him pleasure. I feel rock hard, and my erection is painfully pressing against my jeans, but I want to get him off. He starts fucking faster and harder, making me choke a few times. He slows down in concern, but I pull on his ass urging him to go faster, and suddenly he is cumming down my throat. He grunts and thrust into me, and I can feel his dick pulsing and filing my throat. I swallow quickly, and pull back to I can taste some of his cum before it all goes down my throat. I am unsurprised that his cum tastes delicious. It's a bit acrid, but has a hint of sweetness. I slide off of his cock, slightly embarrassed with how carried away I had just gotten. I look up at him, feeling vulnerable. He pulls me up to my feet, looking into my eyes, and kisses me passionately. He grabs the hair on the back of my head and pulls me in tightly. This is by far the most intense kiss I have ever experienced. He pulls away, leaving me gasping for breath and says, "let's go upstairs.". I nod, willing to anything he says for some reason. We head upstairs, kissing and pulling each other clothes off as we go. I clumsily trip as I pull my jeans off, and he catches me, pushing me against the wall and kissing me. We eventually make it to his bedroom where he pushes me backward onto the bed. I land on my back, my hard, uncut cock pointing to the ceiling. He grabs a condom and lube and climbs on top of me. He leans in and kisses me again, slipping his tongue into my mouth while reaching behind himself to slip a condom onto my hard cock. Before I know it he is sitting onto my cock. All I can do is lie back and watch with amazement. I have never felt so turned on in my life. We look into each other's eyes as he slides down my cock, and we both moan in pleasure. Soon he is riding me and we are making out again. I can't believe how fast everything has happened, and how intense my feelings for him are. In fact, I am finding it hard to think at all, which is a rarity for me. I simply lay back and let him ride me and make out. I reach down and start stroking his newly hard cock, and both of us are immersed in pleasure. He moans out my mouth, and I moan into his. For these moments there is just the two of us. And before I am ready for it to end, I start to approach my climax. I moan loader, and he seems to understand. He starts riding me faster and takes over stroking his cock, trying to match his orgasm with mine. I moan as I erupt inside of him, and he moans as he erupts on me, his asshole squeezing on my cock. He leans forward and kisses me, my softening cock slipping out of him with a soft "pop". We make out for a while, and then he rests his head on my shoulder for a few minutes. "I'll be right back, gotta piss," he says, and reluctantly climbs off of me, leaving me covered in his sticky cum. I watch his sexy ass walk away into the bathroom, and for another brief moment I am totally relaxed. And then I hear it. The faint chime of an alert coming in to his phone. I try to stop myself, but Zeke is right, I am a nosy person, and I love knowing everything. I get up and look at his phone. It's a message from Max's dad, who apparently is his patrol partner, and they are working the night shift on Friday. And just like that my relaxation is shattered, and I return to my addiction, my destruction, my vengeance. The final pieces fall in to place, and I now know how I will punish everyone that deserves punishment. I finally know how I will get my vengeance, and unfortunately, I will have to use my new lover. I don't bat an eye as I consider losing what may be in order to get what I want. I have come to far to stop now. I pray that he will come through unscathed, that he won't suspect my involvement, but it's a risk I am willing to take. Officer Imrich emerges from the bathroom, a grin on his face and his body fully exposed. "Now, where were we?" he asks, his happiness evident. "We were cuddling, but I have to go now. Sorry, man," I say, observing his disappointed expression. Though guilt should fill me, my mind is consumed with thoughts of vengeance. The excitement builds within me, nearly causing me to tremble. My meticulous planning has finally come full circle. "Alright. Well, it was fun. Thanks for coming," he says, giving me an odd look. Yet, I hardly notice, focused on dressing and preparing to leave. "Yeah, it was fun. Thanks," I reply as I put on my clothes. He walks me to the door, and distractedly, I offer an awkward "thanks" as I exit. "Have a good night, James," he says. Suddenly, a sinking feeling envelops me as I realize that I don't even know his name. "Wait, Officer..." I start to say as I turn around, but the door has already closed. For a brief moment, an odd sensation washes over me--a feeling I've experienced all too often lately. Doubt creeps in, questioning my actions. But I dismiss it promptly. There's no time for second-guessing. No time for niceties. I refocus my thoughts on the task at hand and decide to check in with Zeke. "How's it going so far?" I text him. "Good. I've already found a few. Turns out some of them have already connected with each other. I'm juggling group messages and multiple DMs. Come over if you can. It'll make updating easier," he responds after a minute. Without hesitation, I hop into my car and head straight to Zeke's house. Arriving at a decent hour, I make my way to the front door. Zeke's mom answers, greeting me with a big smile on her face. If only she knew the true purpose of my visit. Entering Zeke's room, I let myself in without a word. He remains absorbed in his phone, his fingers typing rapidly. I sit down, silently observing him. I know that he's doing all of this for me, so I don't mind being momentarily ignored. Zeke's face displays deep concentration, his brows furrowed and lips pursed as he navigates his phone like a madman--responding to questions and asking some of his own. As I watch him, a hint of restlessness creeps in. I wonder what's being discussed, even though I trust Zeke to exercise discretion and treat the boys with kindness. But the control freak in me yearns to take over. Letting out a light sigh, I say, "Just a minute." Fifteen minutes pass before Zeke finally sets his phone down. "I need some water," he says, leaving the room briefly. I wait patiently for his return. "Okay," he says as he comes back. "So far, I've found nine of them. I'm not sure if there will be any more. All of them are willing to chat, but some are undecided about seeking revenge. I think about four are ready to take action." I ponder this for a moment before responding. "Four is fewer than I had hoped for, but it will suffice. Can they be ready by Friday night?" I inquire. "Whoa, this Friday? So soon?" Zeke exclaims, surprised by the timeline. "Yeah, this Friday," I repeat calmly. "An opportunity has presented itself, and I don't want to let it slip away. If we can have the boys prepared, we can wrap this up on Friday night." I try to maintain my composure, not allowing myself to get too carried away with excitement. "I didn't expect it to happen so soon, but it makes sense. I've only been involved in this for a day, and I can't wait for it to be over," Zeke responds, running a hand through his hair. "Thank you for your help, Zeke. I truly appreciate it. You're a great friend," I express my gratitude. "Yeah, maybe a little too good. Just promise me that this will be the last vendetta you pursue. Let's focus on rainbows and butterflies from now on, alright?" he says, a hint of concern in his voice. I smile in response. "I promise," I assure him. After spending some time with Zeke, I take my leave, allowing him to handle the logistics with the boys. I hold onto hope that they will come through, but I respect their decisions. Returning home, as I prepare for bed, thoughts of Preston flood my mind. Amongst the regrets I have about my plan, the way I treated him last night weighs heavily on my conscience. A heavy sigh escapes my lips, a sense of longing and the realization that forgiveness may be out of reach. I fall asleep, my dreams filled with emptiness.