Date: Fri, 28 Dec 2018 05:04:41 +0000 From: Master Gilbert Subject: My Revenge on Mike, chapter 1 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: donate.nifty.org Please direct any comments or ideas for this story to lthrcigarmstr@hotmail.com Revenge... I have never been a big guy. I am about 5' 10", and 170 pounds. I would say I have an average build and an average cock, 7" long and about a hand full. I have dirty blond hair and a bit of scruff. The girls I have dated all seemed satisfied with my ability to fuck. So, I would say I was average. A couple weeks ago, this bully named Mike started making passes at my girlfriend, Matty. I'm sure everyone knows a guy like Mike. He's a senior in college. He's the big man around his frat. He's the guy all the girls on campus want to date. He stands about 6' 4" and I would bet about 240 pounds of pure muscle. I heard he played sports for the college until he got kicked off the team because of allegations that he was fucking up too much and too many people. It was a Friday night and I took Matty to the local bar off campus to get some drinks and meet some friends. We had each had a couple beers when I saw Mike enter the bar. He had a half-smoked cigar in his jaw, western boots, tight jeans, and a t shirt. The only thing he was missing was a cowboy hat. Typical for him to be a show off. You could see him eyeing the ladies in the bar like sides of meat. Why he picked on Matty I will never know but when I got up to go get a couple more beers, he made his move. I got back to the table and he was telling Matty how much more fun it was to be riding a big tool. I laughed and asked him how he knew she already wasn't? Of course, he had a smart response which just made me feel stupid. It was about a week later that I was in the library when Mike came up to me and started laughing. I didn't get it until he showed me a pic on his phone of Matty with a mouthful of Mike's cock. That's when I decided I had to do something about him.... About two weeks later, there was a big frat party at Mike's frat. I had a friend of mine, a chemistry major, help me make some homemade GHB. It was basically a roofie with a side of Viagra. I also found my way to a local adult store and did some shopping. Mike would never forget this party. Now all I had to do was find a chance to spike his drink. The party was in full swing and true to form, Mike was hanging all over three girls with a beer in each hand. I was trying to figure out what to do when Mike caught my eyes and waved me over. He tried to pawn one of the girls off on me. Probably a way to ease his guilt. But I wasn't interested in what he was selling. What I was interested in was his empty beer bottle. I offered to grab him a new beer, and of course he turned into his own idea. So I went and got him a beer, took a few swigs out of it and filled it back up with my homemade GHB. The party was almost over when Mike's words started slurring and he started swaying a little. Being the good guy that I am, I offered to help him back to his apartment off campus. We got there, and I had to almost carry him into the place. By now he was really out of it and his cock was straining at his jeans. I was enjoying how helpless he had become. I let him fall onto his couch and started looking around. Typical for a jock's apartment, he didn't have much, but he had a lot of alcohol and a big TV. I started by going back to my car and getting the bag out of the back. When I got back into the apartment, Mike was slumped over the couch drooling. This was going to be so great. I looked at Mike's face and knew he would do anything I said. I set up the video camera and went over and put a finger on Mike's lips. He didn't even seem to notice. I started moving it around and sliding it in and out of his mouth. I made him moan a little, but he didn't seem to even know what was going on. All of this of course was caught on film. Next I bent over and started talking into Mike's ear. "You like having things in your mouth don't you?" I said in his ear. "You want a cock in your mouth don't you, you fucking cockhound." I took his hand and placed it on my crotch. I didn't even have to give him any more encouragement, he started groping me and all I could do was smile. This was going to be so much fun. Even though everything was being recorded on the video I set up, I wanted more. I took my cock out and Mike just stared at it. He couldn't take his eyes off it. I was pretty hard, standing a fat 7", but what was impressive was the amount of precum all over my cock and the puddle in my pants. I grabbed my phone and started taking pics as I wiped all that precum on Mike's face. His glazed over eyes were vacant, but his mouth and tongue kept trying to catch my cock and lick at the fuck snot that was starting to coat his face. "You want this cock between your cunt lips don't you? You fucking pervert." I said looking down at Mike. With that I aimed my cock right at his mouth and held it just out of his reach. Mike was struggling to get his tongue out to meet my cock and I started taking pictures with my phone. I caught the moment that his tongue first touched the tip of my cock. I caught the moment his tongue started cradling my cock and his lips started slurping to get in inside. I caught the moment when my cock head was fully enclosed in Mike's mouth. And I caught the moment when my balls were slapping Mike's chin. I know that when I show these to Mike he is going to want to kill me, or puke, maybe both. I was so satisfied. I had done what I set out to do. I was fucking Mike's worthless, good for nothing, mouth. I was treating him the way he treated everyone else. I had turned him into a dickditch, a cum dump, a bitch on his knees. I should have ben satisfied but I was not. I wanted more. While I was stroking my cock in Mike's cunt of a mouth, I started thinking what more would be. Should I take his cherry? It would be easy enough right now. Mike was out of it and he would probably never know. Again, while I loved the thought of it, I didn't think it was enough. Mike had ruined so many people's lives. I wondered if I could do more. I spent so long thinking about what I could do to Mike that I hadn't noticed how hard he was struggling on my cock. He had drool running out of his mouth and onto his chest. He had tears in his eyes. And I could hear him gagging as I was fucking his mouth cunt. If I was going to take his cherry I would need to stop fucking his mouth but it felt so good. I couldn't stop. I took hold of the back of Mike's head and after about 5 more minutes of good hard face fucking, I pulled my cock out just in time to glaze Mike's face with cum. While I really wanted to cum in his mouth, I needed to cum on Mike's face for the video I was making. It would look more humiliating. Mike was a mess. He was a drooling, cum glazed mess, and I still wasn't happy. I was still angry. I got Mike up and onto his bed. Then I started cleaning up my mess and getting my equipment together. After making sure I had everything, I wrote Mike a note and left it on the couch. The note was a simple one. "I know what you did last night. Do you?" and then there was a website address I set up for him to go look at. I got back to my place and after making sure all the pictures and some of the video was loaded onto the website, I found my cock in my hand while I was thinking about what I was going to do next. I had already cum a bucket on Mike's face, but surprisingly I came even more thinking about what Mike was going to do when he saw the website, and what he was going to have to do to keep the whole campus from seeing it. The next morning was Saturday and after I got up and had some breakfast, I opened the site up to see it had a visitor already. Since the only other person that had the address was Mike, I knew he had seen the pictures. So now it was time to email him and start on the next part of my plan. It was a simple email: "I know what you did last night. I have more pictures and video. If you want me to keep them private it is going to cost you. Not money, something more valuable. You have 10 minutes from the time you open this email before I hit send on a mass email blast that will go to every email on campus. Reply to me before then or I will make sure the whole college knows that its big jock stud is actually a cock sucking dickditch." I know this was a bit risky but I thought it was the best way to confront Mike without actually seeing him in person. I didn't know if he was going to actually give in, or if he was going to say fuck it and not give a shit. I was willing to bet that he would never let the pictures and video get out. That he would do anything I wanted to keep them private, but I could never be 100% sure and he did still scare me. I waited for the notification to be sent to my phone letting me know that the email was open. Of course it was a crap shoot but I had my suspicions that Mike was to vein to allow those pics to hit everyone's email. Two minutes and ten seconds later I had an email. "Who the fuck is this? What do you want me to do? And if I catch your fucking ass I will kill you." It was about what I thought it was going to be. As much a threat as a capitulation. I emailed him back that instructions would follow and that if he did find out who I was, it wouldn't stop the website from going live. That as a failsafe I had to reset the timer every night or an automated system would send out the email and open the website to anyone. I was so nervous, but so turned on. I went about my day, doing what I needed to and getting ready for tonight. About 7 PM I sent another email with simple instructions. I told Mike to be in his apartment at 10 PM. That I was going to come over and discuss how this was going to work. I also reminded him that if anything happened to me, the email would go out before morning. I was standing outside Mike's apartment at 9:30 watching to see if anyone else went into Mike's place or if he was following my instructions. About 9:45 I saw one of the cheerleaders leave Mike's place so I was guessing he was throwing her out before the deadline. I wondered if he had fucked her. I wondered just how big an asshole Mike really was. The time came for me to go up and ring his bell. I had my bag of equipment ready, I just wish I had the same courage I had last night. This was either going to work or blow up in my face. Truth be known, the only thing that kept me going was the anger I felt when I thought about Matty. Five minutes past 10, I knocked on Mike's door. Mike opened the door and looked at me. "Not now Eric, I don't have time for your whimpering crying and bullshit tonight." Mike said as he closed the door. "Okay then, I guess I will just send out that email." I said as I turned around. The door flew open and there was Mike glaring at me. He was both in shock and confusion. "It's you?" was all he managed to say. I looked at him and nodded, then I walked past him into the apartment and sat down on the couch. Mike closed the door and walked into the room still having the same look on his face. I knew that if I was going to pull this off I had to maintain my confidence and make Mike believe I was capable of ruining his life. "Grab me a beer bitch." I said looking at Mike. He shock his head and then turned and left for a minute. He returned with a beer, unopened of course. I laughed and told him what a stupid bitch he was. How was I going to drink a beer with a top on it. I expected him to grab a bottle opener, but he simply put his big hand over it and twisted it off. I admit, I couldn't have done that. I took a swig of the beer and sat back. "Did you enjoy the pictures and videos from last night?" Mike finally seemed to be snapping out of it. "What the fuck Eric?" he managed. "You took something from me, I am just returning the favor man." I said smugly taking another sip from the beer. "Now are you going to do what I tell you to, or should I send out that email." "What do you want man?" was the reply. "I want you. I want you to be a dickditch for my cock. I want to treat you like you treat everyone else." Came out of my mouth between sips. "I'm not a faggot." Mike said as he turned red. "That's not what these pictures show. Look at how you are sticking out your tongue for my cock." I was starting to get more confident. I reached into my bag and grabbed a copy of the picture in question. "I'm not doing this Eric, this is sick." "Okay, later man. I will see you on Monday in class." I laughed as I got up. "So you arent going to send that email?" He asked with the first sign of worry in his voice. "As soon as I get back to my place, you will be lucky if there is one person by Monday that hasn't seen the pictures." I was sure he wasn't going to let me leave. "Eric, stop!" Mike had a tear in his eye. I had him. "What do you want me to do?" A wave of warmth swept over me as I realized that this was going to work. Mike was broken, or at least he would be soon. He was no longer going to be the big jock on campus. I sat back down and grabbed the beer. Tonight, I just needed to get him on his knees again. It would be easier with some more of that cocktail my friend made, but I needed Mike to do it willingly. I needed Mike to choose to get on his knees and suck my cock. That way he wouldn't be so stubborn when I finally popped his cherry. I spread my legs and sipped some beer while smirking at Mike. He was still standing there in his gym shorts and a wife beater looking at me. "Do you let a bitch keep her clothes on when she gives you a blow job man?" I asked. He stared at the floor and didn't respond. That was fine, I wasn't going to let him keep his clothes on anyway. "Strip for me." Mike kicked off his shorts, he had a jock on and it actually looked good on him. Then he pulled off his wife beater. Standing there in his jock I have to admit he wasn't bad to look at. I pointed to the floor in front of my spread legs and he knew what to do. He knelt there and hung his head low, not looking at my face, but staring at my feet. "Do you like feet bitch?" I don't know why I said that, but it sounded good and Mike was staring at my feet. "Take my shoes off and sniff my feet." I could get used to this. Mike was sniffing my feet like a faggot. I think he might actually be enjoying this. I kicked back and finished the beer while Mike sniffed my feet and without me even saying anything, he started sucking my toes and licking them. It was an odd feeling. I'm not sure I really enjoyed it, but I did enjoy that fact that Mike was doing it. I finished the beer and kicked Mike off my foot telling him to go get me another beer. While Mike was out of the room I started looking around. I really hadn't paid much attention to the room last night. Next to the tv was a table with a box on it. When I opened it I was surprised to see cigars in it. Now I wasn't a smoker, but Mike had said there was nothing like a good cigar while getting your cock sucked many a time at the bar. When he got back, with an opened beer this time, I pointed to the cigars and told him I wanted one. He had this defeated look on his face as he walked over and grabbed a cigar. He cut the end off it and brought it to me. I didn't want him to know I had never had one before, so I told him to light it for me. Once it was lit, he handed it to me and I think I almost lost a lung on the first inhale. "You don't inhale it man, just suck the smoke into your mouth and then let it out." Mike took the cigar and demonstrated then handed it back. I did better the next time and between the cigar and beer I was feeling like a big man on campus. But the fun was just starting. Mike was kneeling between my legs, looking at my crotch. I pointed to my zipper and he knew what to do. He had my cock out quick enough and I wasn't sure how much I was going to have to tell him, but he seemed to know what to do. I leaned back took another mouthful of smoke and blew it in his face while he was looking at my cock. It was plump and covered in cock snot. This didn't seem to scare Mike off, he was opening his mouth before I said anything. His mouth stretched open and he started to put my cock into it before I told him to stop. Looking up at me with what I would have to describe as puppy dog eyes, I told him to wipe my cock on his face. My cock snot was all over Mike's face in no time. His lips looked like they had a heavy coating of lip gloss on. I couldn't stand it anymore and all I had to do was put a hand on the back of his head to let him know what I wanted next. He dove onto my cock and started sucking it. I was trying to play it cool, smoking the cigar he gave me and drinking my beer, but his mouth was so good. I thought it was going to be hard to beat the blow job I got last night when I was fucking his mouth, but this was just as good and I wasn't having to do any work. Mike was working my cock better than any straight man could. I started to think he had practice at this. But who cares. Mike was sucking cock like an expert and the beer and cigar had me about as relaxed as I think I could get. The more Mike sucked, the more I relaxed. He twisted his mouth and tongue around my cock. He hoovered my cock like a milking machine. I had finished my second beer and was halfway through the cigar when I had to kick Mike off my cock. I was going to cum if he kept up and I wanted to make this last. When my cock popped out of Mike's mouth there was an audible pop. Mike looked up at me for the first time since he started sucking on me. I blew smoke into his face out of impulse, but Mike didn't flinch. I handed him my empty beer and Mike got up to get me a third. I stood up to, needing to stretch my legs. When Mike got back he handed me the beer and got on his knees. I put my hand on his head and stopped him from sucking on my cock right away. I walked around for a minute, looking into the small kitchen and into the bedroom. I walked over to the bed and kicked off my jeans before crawling up in the bed. Mike walked in behind me and must have noticed that I was looking for an ashtray. "Just use that bowl on the night stand Eric." Mike said very plainly. So I did and then I leaned back on the head board, making myself at home in Mike's bed. I grabbed my cock in my hand and Mike crawled up and laid, belly down, between my legs with his head right under my crotch. "Open up bitch" I snapped. Mike's mouth was on my cock before I even finished. He was licking, twisting, swirling his tongue. And at this point my head was starting to swirl too. It was about 20 minutes later that my balls drew up and I knew I wasn't going to be able to stop it this time. I had a cigar in one hand, beer in the other. I wanted to grab Mike's head but couldn't. It was a moot point anyway. Mike not only kept sucking right up to the last second, he swallowed my cum like a real bitch. I put the cigar in the bowl, and the empty beer bottle next to it. I wanted to stand up but I couldn't. Not only was I buzzed from the beer, but the cigar had my head swimming too. Mike let my cock out of his mouth with another pop. I was spent. It surprised me when Mike suggested spending the night. But I was in no condition to argue. I went to sleep in the bed, Mike left the room and ended up sleeping on the couch. I drifted off thinking that this was going to be the start of a great new friendship.