Date: Wed, 24 Jul 2019 03:57:41 +0000 From: Master Gilbert Subject: My Revenge on Mike, chapter 5 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: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Please direct any comments or ideas for this story to lthrcigarmstr@hotmail.com Revenge... The morning after Mike turned around and went back to the living room. I heard the couch as Mike climbed onto it. Fine with me I thought to myself. As I feel asleep, I could hear Mike sobbing. It was music to my ears. I bet with enough time I could make him want to sleep between my legs, but not tonight. Even though it was Friday morning and I had classes, I couldn't wait for tonight. In the past week I have had more sex then anytime before in my life. Not only was I having sex, it was power fucking. That's not to say it was forceful, or energetic. I mean that it was more about taking the power away from Mike and using his humiliation and downfall to make the sex even hotter. Afterall, Mike was not the best cock sucker. But it wasn't about that. It was about the big man on campus having to put my cock in his mouth. I needed to get up and get to class so I got dressed and stepped out of the bedroom. Of course, Mike was still curled up naked on the sofa when I went into the living room. His piss-soaked jersey was still on the floor. Last night seemed like a dream or a porno you watch on line. But I knew it was real. I was trying to decide if I should wake him up when I heard some loud noises in the hall and then someone started banging on Mike's door. It was some of Mike's football friends. Mike jumped up off the couch and had this panicked look on his face. I looked at him and knew I needed to make myself scarce. I ducted back into the bedroom and Mike opened the door. You could hear cat calls and laughing once the door opened. The typical things you would hear in a locker room. But Mike put a stop to it fast. "Keep it up faggots and I will introduce my meat to those cunts you call girlfriends." Mike did have a way with words. "So you must have had a good night?" someone asked. Mike replied it was "okay". "Man what did you do to the jersey?" another voice asked. "Things got a little messy, what can I say?" Mike said with a bravado that ended the conversation before it had even really started. Mike came into the bedroom where I was standing against the wall and grabbed some clothes while shooting me a dirty look. He took the clothes into the living room and got dressed out there. Now I just have to say, it is hard for me to be in just shorts around other people. I couldn't imagine walking around naked in front of a bunch of guys. I mean I am just too self-conscious for something like that. But here was Mike, not only walking around and getting dressed in front of these guys, but he was owning them while he did it. He was always in control, the big man. Even when he was the only one in the room naked. Mike told the guys he would be right down and so I could hear the room empty out and the door close. Mike then came into the bedroom and looked at me. He had the most intimidating stare and look, but I was immune to it now. In fact it sort of made me laugh when he tried it on me. He might be the big man to everyone else, but he was a bitch to me. He reached into a drawer in the nightstand and threw something at me. Catching it I realized it was a key. "Lock up when you go man." He said to me. "I will man, and make sure you keep tonight open for me. I think I want to fuck that pussy again tonight." I casually said as I slapped his ass. Mike turned red but didn't say a word back to me. At first I was happy because it meant he was too scared to back talk me. But then I realized it wasn't enough. "You are going to let me shove my cock back into that pussy arent you Mike?" I stared at him waiting for a sign. "Do I have a choice?" he snapped. "Of course, you do. Just tell me and all this can come to an end. I will open up the website and then the whole world will know you are a cock sucking whore." I was grinning ear to ear. "Like I said, I don't really have a choice here." Mike replied. "So let me hear it man." I said stepping between Mike and the door. Mike wasn't looking up anymore, he was looking at the floor. He also wasn't moving, speaking, or doing anything other than standing motionless. "Yeah man, I will let you fuck me again tonight if you want to." Mike said defeatedly. It was better but not quite what I wanted to hear. I wanted him to say "his pussy". I wanted him to admit I had turned his jock ass into a pussy. So I just stood there, not moving, not letting him get to the door. "Try that again bitch, I want to hear you say it like you mean it." "Yes man, you can fuck my pussy again tonight." Mike voice had gone from the one in control when his buddies were in the living room, to a weak tone when talking to me. "I will let myself in tonight. Make sure you are here at 10." I said as I stepped out of his way and he stormed out of the apartment. I wanted to wait a few minutes before I left that way I wouldn't run the risk of running into Mike and his other football jocks so I walked around his place taking a good look at it. I looked around the bedroom, there wasn't much there to see but I did find Mike's stash of Playboys and a drawer of assorted panties. Mike must have been keeping souvenirs from all the pussies he fucked. Then I walked out into the living room area and looked around a little. Again it was a pretty normal looking apartment. There were sports posters on all the walls. A framed jersey over the couch I had never paid attention to. I went over to the box of cigars and saw it was a true humidor. It looked expensive and had a brass plaque on it. "To my son, you are a man now, Dad" It was an odd inscription but what did I really know. My dad never did anything with me like that. I opened the box and took out a cigar. I clipped it and lit it just like Mike had shown me the night before. It was different though. Now I was just smoking a cigar and that was okay I guess. Before I was smoking one of Mike's cigars, in front of Mike, while he was servicing me. It was more of a power trip. But truth be known I think the whole cigar thing was growing on me. I went ahead and left Mike's apartment, using my new key to lock up behind myself. Once outside I walked through the quad. For the first time I felt like people were looking at me. Like I wasn't invisible. It was the best feeling. During the day, I kept thinking about last night. I kept thinking about the look on Mike's face when I covered him in piss. And the shock when I spit in his face. Or even better, the wailing and crying when I pushed my cock balls deep into his newly minted pussy. I found myself not paying attention to lectures. A couple times during the day I went out of my way to go places I thought Mike might be. I wanted to see if he would cower when I approached him, or if he would stay his macho self. The first being what I hoped for, the later what I expected. The one time I did catch a glimpse of him, he was in that pack of football players. It was funny that he was the only one not in his uniform jersey. He stood out but not in a bad way. He looked more like the leader of the pack. The pack of animals that we call a football team were cat calling and whistling at anything in a skirt. It was normal behavior for them. What was most frightening was that a couple of the girls stopped and engaged with them. I laughed when a couple of the guys and one of the girls disappeared around the corner of the building. I couldn't stay to watch for their return, but everyone knew what was going on. It wasn't until later that evening while I was eating dinner that it dawned on me that Mike didn't go with the guys. I wondered if this was because he wasn't asked, or didn't want too? I couldn't be sure but it was an interesting thought. At 9:45 I let myself into Mike's apartment and was surprised Mike wasn't there already. I was worried that he was going to stand me up. I know he wasn't looking forward to tonight, but I didn't think he would want the pictures to come out. So I sat down on the couch and waited. Ten minutes later the door opened and Mike staggered in. He was obviously drunk. It pissed me off. I wanted Mike to remember everything that happened to him. If he was drunk, I didn't know if he would be able to. "What the fuck bitch?" I stood up and got in his face to see what he would do. "Why the fuck are you drunk? Did I say you could be drunk?" Mike bowed his head. He couldn't look me in the eyes. He was starting to cower already. It was exactly what I wanted him to do. That sudden rush of power was coming back over me. "Get over there and light me a cigar bitch." I said with my face literally inches from his. "Yes SIR" was the unexpected response. Mike moved quickly over and grabbed a cigar and lit it before dropping to his knees and holding it up in front of him. I took it and stood back looking at him. This was unusual behavior for Mike, for anyone. Mike was almost acting like he was a different person. I decided to take this opportunity to find out what was going on. "Mike, stand up and look at me." I said putting my hand under his chin and lifting up. Mike stood but it took a few minutes before he would look me in the eyes. Mike's eyes were vacant. I knew I wasn't going to get anything out of him, except a nice place to put a few loads. I told Mike to strip and fetch me a beer. He did so without hesitation. I was still standing in the living room area when he came back with my beer. I put my hand on his shoulder and he went to his knees. Mike started sniffing at my crotch but that's not where I wanted him. I put my hand on the top of his head and pushed until he was laying on the floor. It was a stunning sight. Seeing this man, this masculine figure, laying on the floor naked looking up at me. Mike's cock wasn't hard, but even still it was good sized. His balls were like small plums. He was the guy that everyone else wanted to be. Well usually he was, right now he was the guy no man wanted to be, unless they were a faggot. I stood there looking down at him, sipping on my beer. I hadn't lit the cigar yet but I wasn't in a hurry. I sipped the beer some more then spit some of it onto Mike. He didn't move except to open his mouth. He was such a different guy when we were alone. In public he was masculine, a jock, maybe even somewhat of a braggart. In private he was more submissive and much more of a faggot. Well as fun as this was, I was ready to get things moving. I stepped over the faggot on the floor and went over to the little table where Mike kept the humidor. I cut and lit the cigar and then turned and spit at faggot. He didn't flinch. I stepped back over him and sat down on the couch putting my dirty sneakers right on Mike's balls. I heard a small grunt from Mike, but he didn't try to move. I leaned back and decided to just relax and see where this was going to take me. I had never really used anyone like this. He was becoming less human and more of an object. "Hey faggot" I said after a few minutes. I waited but there was no response, so I lifted my feet and let them fall, with some force, back onto Mike's balls. This got a bigger moan. So I said again, "hey faggot." "Yes SIR" was Mike's only reply. "I heard some guys get off on licking and smelling feet. Why don't you show me what that's all about?" Mike started to wiggle a little, then he sat up and picked up my right foot, slowly removing my shoe, then massaging my foot. "I thought you were supposed to take my sock off, faggot." I said looking down at him and blowing smoke in his face. Mike's face screwed up just a little, but he took my sock off and started massaging my foot again. "Aren't you supposed to be using your mouth and tongue too faggot?" I could barely say this with a straight face and as soon as I had said it, Mike's nose wrinkled up a little and he looked up at me for the first time with a look I would best describe as pleading. "Yeah faggot, I am pretty sure you are supposed to be licking my feet, and between my toes, and shit." I said with a grin looking straight into his eyes. Taking another toke off the cigar and blowing the smoke into Mike's face, I never broke the gaze I had with him. I was not about to back down now. Mike picked my foot up higher and slowly started licking the bottom of my foot but never broke the gaze we had. It was like he was daring me to push farther. Like he was trying to decide if this was the final straw, or maybe just the beginning. You could tell something was going on behind his eyes, I just wasn't sure what. I hawked up a big load of spit, mainly from the cigar, and launched it right toward Mike's face. It hit him right above his left eye and started to drip but he never stopped licking my foot. He looked completely humiliated, less than a man, and so damn good. Eating feet, licking between toes, sucking on toes, and licking the bottoms of my feet, seemed to come naturally to Mike. Just like smoking his cigars, drinking his beers, and using him like a human sex toy was becoming natural to me. The spit had begun to fall into Mike's eye and it was turning red. I am sure it stung and burned, but Mike never stopped licking my feet or sucking on my toes. He seemed fixated on them, like they were the only thing that mattered. Meanwhile I was continuing to blow smoke in his face and laugh at him. I hooked his mouth with my thumb and pulled his face up to my crotch. Mike didn't even question it, he opened his mouth and my cock fell into it like it was made to be there. It had become so natural for me to feel the warmth of Mike's mouth surround my cock. He didn't react, he just let it lay in his mouth like he was waiting for instructions. Mike may have been drunk, but I needed to piss. I couldn't tell you why I did it. Or even where the idea came from. Maybe it was a total lack of respect for Mike and what he had become; maybe it was me becoming more secure and comfortable in my dominance; but in either case I started to let my piss flow right into Mike's mouth and without hesitation he drank it. He swallowed as fast as he could in an effort to keep up with my flow but ultimately some escaped his mouth and ran down his chest. It was sexy the way Mike looked. He had spit on his face with traces of tobacco from the cigar I was smoking from his own humidor. He had piss running out of his mouth and down his chest. His eyes were vacant, and lust filled. His cock was semi-hard showing both his enjoyment and hatred of his position. After finishing my piss and admiring my handywork, I sat back putting a hand on the back of Mike's head and pushing it down, so his lips were against my balls and the head of my cock lodged firmly in his throat. Now I have had blowjobs before. The kind where you sit back and allow the cocksucker to do all the work. This was not that. This was me fucking Mike's throat like a whore. And that's what it was, I was fucking a whore, nothing more or less. Mike was no longer a person to me. He was much less. He was a hole to use. A bitch to fuck and throw away, or to keep fucking until I was satisfied. He was a piece of shit to abuse and humiliate, but never to pity. Mike was for lack of a better phrase, a submissive pig. It wasn't until I heard Mike gagging that I realized he couldn't breathe. I laughed a little finding it funny. Pig Mike was choking on my cock. I pulled his head back just long enough to hear him breath and then I pushed it back down. This time I didn't hold it there, I grabbed a handful of hair and started stroking my cock with his throat and mouth. The power fuck I was throwing to this pig was nothing short of epic. Long dicking his throat, listening to him gag and seeing the long strings of spit and precumming bubbling around his lips, all while smoking a cigar. Mike's piggy eyes were starting to water and the snot was running out of his nose before I finally pulled him off my cock and shot a load all over his face. Normally that would have meant the end of my fun but not tonight. I felt like I was just getting warmed up.....