Date: Fri, 21 Aug 2020 18:19:55 +0000
From: Master Gilbert <LthrCigarMstr@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Revenge on Mike, chapter 7

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Setting up a bitch...

Mike knew what to do.  He might not like it, and I hope he hated it.  But
as long as he did it, I did not care.  Open mouthed he swallowed my cock
and started cleaning.  And just like the little bitch he was, never made a
sound when I started pissing and laughing.  All this and that monster of a
cigar was only about halfway done.  I needed a box of these.......

We only had about a week before Winter Term Finals.  This meant that I had
a lot of studying to do and several projects that needed to be finished.
All of this was getting in my way of using Mike.  While that wasn't
bothering me too badly, I did get a text from Mike.

"Should I expect you anytime this week" was all the text said.

I did have to think about it.  I could swing by for a quickie or maybe
swing by on Friday, but I already told the study group I would be free to
meet Friday night for a cram session.  I hadn't made plans for Saturday
night yet, but I think there might be a way to use this.

"no" was my entire reply.

Now the week of finals was going to be hectic too.  And most of the people
I know, don't spend the whole week on campus.  They leave right after their
last final exam and with this being Spring Break, most head to one of the
many party spots like Cancun, Daytona, or any of the local beaches.

"you going anywhere over spring break?" I decided to text back to Mike.

"yeah, going to be going to Steve's parents beach house" was the reply.

"cool, just remember, no pussy for you" and that's all I had to say to.
Next thing I know, Mike has tracked me down to the Student Union and I
could tell he wasn't happy.  He motioned to get my attention.  I ignored
him.  The couple of people I was talking to were all members of my study
group and I was wanting Mike to have to come get me.

It took less than a minute.  Mike walked up to us, chest puffed out and
cocky, acting like he owned the place.  He tapped me on the back, but I
just held up a finger and motioned for him to wait.  I couldn't see his
face, but I can just bet it was red.  Here I am, this nerdy geek telling
one of the jocks that he had to wait.

After we finished talking about the upcoming finals and the cram session, I
turned around and there was Mike, waiting impatiently and just as I had
expected, red faced and irritated.

"What do you need?" I said as I started walking toward the doors to the
balcony and not looking back.  I knew Mike would follow and when I reached
the doors I stopped and waited.  Mike reached around me and opened the
door.  He was always a submissive bitch and didn't even realize it.

"Can I talk to you about the trip man?" Mike asked.

I turned around once we were both outside and the doors were closed.  I
nodded and Mike started.  "Man, I am going to be in Steve's beach house and
we already have a couple parties planned.  I got a rep to maintain.  The
guys are going to think something is up if I don't party with them."

Mike stopped and I waited.  He looked me in the eyes, then immediately
glanced down.  He didn't wait, it was like verbal diarrhea.  He kept going
talking about the party and all the girls and what all the guys were
planning.  When he finally stopped to breath, I just looked at him and
shook my head.

"I don't care what you do with your bros, but no pussy for you.  I told you
that already, from now on you are the pussy."

Mike went from slightly red to fire engine red.  He was balling up his
fists.  I could tell he was getting really frustrated.  So much so that he
never noticed me taking out my phone and pulling up a video.  I held up my
phone with the video of Mike's mouth wrapped around my cock and cum leaking
out the corners of his lips.

From angry frustration to all out fear, Mike's face changed in a heartbeat.
Mike immediately looked away and then toward the ground.  I couldn't stop
grinning.

"Let me make this clear to you BITCH, there will be no pussy on your cock,
lips, fingers, or any other part of your body.  You will not jack off or
cum.  Is that clear?"  I said in a very slow and deliberate way.

Mike's whole demeaner changed.  He knew I wasn't kidding.

Now during all this, I was steadily getting more and more turned on.  My
cock was growing and I was quickly looking around to see if I was going to
be able to have a quickie but to my frustration, there were just too many
people around and there was no place local I could think of.  I didn't have
time to run back to my place, or to his place.  I even thought about the
bathrooms really fast, but I knew that was going to be a bust too.

"So, unless you want to beg me to put a load in your pussy, I would say we
are done here."  I said waiting to see if he would actually say anything
else.  He didn't, just grabbed the door and swung it open with enough force
to almost break it.

The week went by pretty fast, and finals week was a blur.  I stayed on
campus for spring break, I didn't have the money to go anywhere or to do
anything.  But I was looking forward to the weekend once Mike was back.  I
knew that there was no way Mike would be able to keep it in his pants.  It
would be even harder if he was partying and hanging around with his
teammates.  I wouldn't say that I set him up to fail, but in a way, I did.
The level of his failure though was even more than I could ever hope for.

Not only did Mike fail to keep his cock in his pants, he failed to keep the
videos of him partying with a bunch of half-naked girls off the internet.
Now it does not take a genius to know that if Mike had girls grinding on
his crotch, he probably didn't stop there.  It was also fun to watch how he
and his teammates were treating the girls.  Mike had a beer in one hand,
cigar in his jaw, and looked like he was trying to get his finger into a
girl's underwear.  In the background, you could see a head bobbing up and
down in the lap of another guy.  And as the camera panned around, there
were two guys sandwiching another girl.  While it was hard to say for sure,
I am betting it wasn't long until she was being sandwiched but not in a
vertical way.

I knew Mike hadn't followed orders, but now what should I do about it.  I
was thinking about it for a couple days.  Mike was going to have to pay for
this, but exactly how I hadn't figured out yet.

Now Mike, like most of the other students, came back to campus on Saturday.
And I had already told him I would be stopping by Saturday night.  So, he
was waiting for me when I opened the door, just not exactly how I had
expected.

Mike had a buddy there with him.  Another jock from the team, Scott.  They
were kicked back on the couch, tan, muscles ripped, cigars going and beer
cans already covering the table.  To say I was worried would be an
understatement.  I was pretty sure I was toast.

Scott was the first to speak, "who is this little fuck?"

Mike laughed and introduced me and said I was tutoring him.  Scott's face
screwed up a little then he seemed to relax.  Mike got up and offered me a
beer and then got me a cigar out of his box.  I was starting to relax, and
loosen up a little when Scott seemed to have a flash, "Hey, classes haven't
even started yet man, so what the hell is he tutoring you in?"

Mike's face went red.  I decided the best thing I could do was stay quite
and see what Mike came up with, but I could tell, with that look on his
face, he didn't have an answer.

"Man, just drop it, okay?" Mike managed.

Scott leaned back for a minute then started grinning an evil grin and
laughing.  "You mean this is the guy blackmailing your ass?"

Now it was my turn to go red.  I never thought Mike would tell anyone he
was being blackmailed.  And exactly what had he told Scott about the
blackmail?  Did Scott know I was fucking Mike?

"Man, just drop it please?" Mike said but his voice was cracking, and you
could tell he was uncomfortable.

But Scott was like a shark smelling blood in the water.  He was not going
to let it go.  He wanted blood.  "This is the guy isn't it." He said while
punching Mike in the shoulder.

Mike's head just dropped.  His shoulders slumped and he sot of slid down a
little on the couch.  He had the same defeated look and demeanor that he
gets when he realizes I am going to fuck him.

Scott looked over Mike and toward me.  It was like Mike ceased to exist or
was invisible.  "I knew something was going on.  There were days he would
be the guy I have know for 3 years, then there are the days that he acts
like a wounded puppy."  Scott was grinning from ear to ear.  "Then while we
were on Spring Break he told me that someone was blackmailing him."

I just leaned against the wall and smoked my cigar and drank my beer and
listened.  I was going to volunteer anything.  But then again, I'm not sure
I needed to.

"I mean, here we were, three guys and five girls partying and having a good
time on the beach and Mike here says he didn't want to bang any of them."
Scott took a draw off his cigar and put his arm around Mike's shoulders and
continued.  "This stud here didn't want to fuck a pussy during Spring
Break.  That's not normal man."

"The next day he tells me that he's being blackmailed by a guy that caught
him fucking his girlfriend. That's when it clicked."  Scott started
stroking the back of Mike's head while he talked.  "What I didn't get until
just now, is how Mike was paying the blackmail.  But I got an idea now."

Scott reached around and took the cigar from Mike, then reached back behind
Mike's head and pushed it into his crotch.  Mike didn't resist.  Scott was
rubbing the back of Mike's head.  I was pretty sure he was onto what I had
been doing, or at least part of it.

"I know" Scott started again, "that if I caught some dude fucking my
girlfriend, I would want to fuck him up.  But I think you did one better
man, I think you actually fucked him."

Mike tried to raise his head up when he heard that, but Scott wasn't about
to let him.  Scott had him right where he wanted him.

"You are right man," I said while enjoying the sight of Mike's head in
another man's crotch.  "He fucked my girlfriend and I made some videos of
me fucking him, of him sucking me off, and even of him doing other shit."

"Want to share them?" Scott said with a grin.

"Maybe..." I chuckled.  "Or maybe we could make some new ones."

Mike was literally starting to cry.

Scott was starting to laugh.

I was just getting hard.

"So which hole is better man, his throat or his ass?" Scott said while
pushing Mike's head down and grinding his crotch up.

I took a swig from the beer and a draw from the cigar then said "He doesn't
have an ass, he has a cunt."

Scott laughed so hard, he threw Mike off his lap and onto the ground.  He
stood up and stepped over Mike walking toward me, then put his fist out.  I
bumped his fist with mine and he came over and stood next to me, looking
down at Mike.  "Just make sure when you are filming us you get his face
when I bottom out my 12" cock in his cunt."

And so it started.  Scott made Mike strip and sat down on the couch with
his legs spread.  He had six inches of cock down Mike's throat before I
could even get the phone out of my pocket.  For someone that said he was a
friend of Mike, he was sure in a hurry to cum in his former friend...