My Revenge on Mike

By Master Gilbert

Published on Jan 9, 2019

Gay

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.

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Revenge... The First Week

Mike went storming out of the stacks followed by the other guy holding his jaw. The girl he went back there with was chasing them both. I finished my paper and packed up. I wonder if Mike went back to his place. If he did, I'm sure he found that gift. If he didn't, he would get it soon enough....

During the week I didn't have much time to mess with Mike. That doesn't mean I didn't think about him. I would catch a glimpse of him in the commons, the student union, the bar. He would see me and look the other way or walk in the opposite direction. He would avoid having any contact with me. But that was fine with me. I needed to get my classes and assignments finished so I could spend some quality time with Mike over the weekend.

On Thursday, there is a tradition in the Greek houses called "Thirsty Thursdays". Many of the houses would throw parties and afterwards the guys that didn't get laid at the parties, would go out hunting at the bars. Now I am not a member of a frat, so if I attend a house party I have to be invited. So, people like me go straight to the bar and wait for the ladies to show up after the parties break up.

Ever since I saw the picture of Matty sucking Mike's cock, I havent really wanted to see her. Thursday night I headed to the bar just like all the other guys that didn't have a girlfriend. I was there on my third beer when Mike showed up with a few of the other guys from the football team. They always traveled in packs and they were easy to spot in their football jerseys. They were already wasted. I'm not sure how they even made it.

I saw Mike before he saw me. I stood there watching him laugh and joke with his friends. I wondered what his friends would think of him if they could see his website. I wondered if he thought about their cocks in his mouth or ass. I wondered if he had fucked any pussy, and what he thought about if he did. I stood there smiling, but I doubt anyone really knew why.

I decided to have some fun. I sent Mike a text, nothing bad, just a simple hey man, what are you doing?

When Mike's phone buzzed, he glanced at it then almost dropped it. I almost bust a gut laughing. I waited to see if he was going to reply but it didn't look like he was going to. He put the phone back into his pocket, so I was going to let it slide. But then that sadistic voice in the back of my head just didn't want to stop fucking with him.

I sent a second text, this one was a little more graphic. "You want my cock again?"

When the phone buzzed in his pocket it took him a minute to get it out and look at it. But once he did, he turned bright red and was quick to hide it. His friends didn't seem to notice or even care what was going on. But Mike on the other hand was getting nervous and turning red for seemingly no reason.

"Last chance Mike. Tell me you want my cock." I sent in another text attached with a pic of him covered in cum.

Mike was drinking his beer and joking with his friends when that text hit his phone. From where I was standing, I could see the beer coming out his nose. Mike choked. But oddly enough he couldn't stop looking at the picture. Even when one of his friends asked if he was okay, Mike couldn't stop looking at the picture. "I want your cock." Was the simple reply.

I laughed. I didn't start out this game to get my cum into Mike, but without even realizing it, I had positioned my self in just that place. Was it my brain that had come up with this plan or had my cock been doing all the thinking from the very beginning? I wasn't sure, but I knew I was about to get laid.

I sent Mike a reply, "when and where slut?"

This time when the phone buzzed it was already in Mike's hand. Mike looked at it and replied quickly that he would be home in 20 minutes. He was literally patting the guys on their backs and saying his goodbyes before he even hit send.

I walked to the door and made sure I ran into Mike before he could leave. When Mike saw me, he went red. All I could do is grin because I knew what was about to happen. I didn't say anything to Mike, I just made sure I went out the door behind him, so I could cop a feel of his ass. I expected Mike to jump or flinch, but he didn't. I might even say that he pushed his ass back into my hand.

I called for an uber and we went back to his place together. We didn't talk in the car. He didn't even look at me. It was like riding with a wounded animal that knew the end was coming. He was nervous and tense. But that just added to the fun for me.

When we finally got back to Mike's apartment, I was ready to get busy, but that was too easy. I could feel myself getting more sadistic as time went on. Originally, I set out only to humiliate him. I wanted to hurt him and humiliate him. But now that wasn't enough. I needed more. I wanted to own him.

As we went into his place I sat down on the couch and made myself at home. Mike just stood there. I kicked off my shoes and looked around. I grabbed the remote and started looking for a movie to watch. Mike still was just standing there. It was like he was waiting to be told what to do.

"You still got some beer in your fridge" I said as I flipped through channels.

Without a word Mike left and returned with a beer, he even opened it. Mike was turning into such a well-trained bitch. But how far was he willing to go?

"Grab me a cigar man." I said before I had some of that beer. It wasn't a question and Mike didn't wait either. He moved quickly. Taking a cigar out of the box, he handed it to me. But I didn't know anything about lighting a cigar. I guess its time I got a lesson.

I told Mike to show me what do to. He was only too happy. Mike took the cigar and started explaining what to do. He said it was important to moisten the end before it was clipped. He put the end into his mouth and then twisted it. After that he clipped the end. Then he took his lighter and toasted the end of the it, finally putting it to his mouth and turning it as he held the lighter to it until the whole end was glowing. It was sexy to watch. It made him look more masculine. It made the fact that I would be fucking him like a bitch even more hot.

Mike handed the cigar over and I took a puff. I never liked these things before, and I had only had 3 in my life including this one. But the appeal wasn't the cigar itself it was the power. Give any guy on this campus a cigar and his masculinity skyrockets. Well now I had a cigar and I felt like a real man.

Kicking back, on Mike's couch, drinking Mike's beer, smoking Mike's cigars, I felt like a stud. Yet there was Mike, standing over 6' tall, shoulders as broad as the doorway, member of the football team, senior in one of the biggest frats on campus and before the night was out he would have my cock in his throat like a whore. What a contrast.

I leaned back and started rubbing my crotch. I waited to see what Mike would do. I didn't have to wait long. Mike couldn't stop looking at me. He didn't move. He just stared. His eyes were fixed on my growing bulge. I picked up my beer. Taking a drink of it I just watched Mike.

To be honest, I couldn't remember what movie I put on the TV. I couldn't tell you what was going on in the next room. But I could tell you every hair, bump, freckle, blemish, and curve of Mike's body. He was like a prize horse at an auction and I was there with my money to buy him.

I pointed at his jersey and told him to lose it. I wanted to degrade him. He took it off and threw it on the couch next to me.

"Hey Mike, do me a favor and take my cock out for me. My hands are full." I was smirking as I said it.

Mike's hands were shaking when he bent over and started to undo my jeans. His face was pale as he pulled my cock out of my jeans. He was visibly on edge as he waited for what he knew would be coming next.

"Why don't you kiss it Mike? You know you want to." I said blowing smoke into his face. I wonder how many bitches had been on their knees in this apartment, sucking off Mike while he blew smoke in their face. Now Mike was on the receiving end of it.

Mike started to bend over more, but I wanted him to look up at me when he kissed my cock. "Not like that bitch, get on your knees between my legs. I want to see your eyes."

Mike had to pull my jeans off to get between my legs, but I didn't care. He tugged on them, so I flexed my back and ass and he was able to get them down pretty easily. After that he took his position between my legs and looked up at me. His eyes were pleading and scared. It was such a turn on.

"Now kiss it like you mean it bitch." Was all I had to say. Mike looked at the head of my cock, standing straight up, and using his hand, pulled it down close to his mouth. Then he kissed it. He frenched that cock. I could see and feel his tongue running around the glans. I could feel the warmth of his lips on the cock head skin. It was such an intoxicating feeling.

I looked down at him and kept blowing smoke in his face. It didn't seem to bother him. In fact it seemed to turn him on. I was intoxicated on the power and the humiliation Mike must feel, in his own apartment, on his knees, kissing the cock of a guy half his size. Here is the jock that can, and probably has, had any pussy on campus. It was great.

Somewhere in the middle of all this, Mike had gone from kissing my cockhead to licking up and down the shaft of my cock. He was doing it so well. I put my hand on the back of his head and pushed him down until he was licking my nuts. His tongue was wet and warm as he licked that crack between my legs and nuts. I could really get into this. No women had ever worshiped my cock and balls like this. It was almost like he was enjoying it. Maybe he was?

I moved his mouth from one side of my crotch to the other. He licked both sides with equal enthusiasm just like a good bitch would do. Looking down I realized that he was looking up at me. I don't know what came over me, but I took a long drag off the cigar and blew it down in his face, them hawked up a fat one and spit it right in Mike's face. He flashed red, but didn't stop licking my nuts.

"You like that?" I laughed.

Oddly enough Mike never took his eyes off me.

"You want my cock don't you bitch?" I taunted.

I put my hands on each side of Mike's head and pulled his mouth back up to my cock, then I sank my cock balls deep into his fuck tunnel of a throat. By now Mike was used to having my cock in his mouth but he still gagged when my fat cock head hit the back of his throat. Mike tried to pull back a little but I just kept pushing. It didn't take long for my balls to slap his chin.

I pulled his mouth back then shoved it down to my balls again. Through all of this, Mike just kept looking at me and I kept blowing smoke in his face. Was this how he treated the cunts he fucked? Is this why he started smoking cigars? For the power trip it gave him. Who knows, but it sure was why I was thinking of taking up cigars.

Before long I didn't have to use my hands, Mike was throat fucking himself on my cock. It was so good. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes enjoying the feeling of a throat wrapped around my cock.

Grabbing the beer I finished it and needed to piss but I couldn't let go of this feeling, of the throat on my cock, working it like only a good fuck tunnel could. I did my best to just relax and enjoy it but the feeling that I needed to piss just kept getting stronger. I pulled Mike off my cock just before the piss erupted from it. It had no place to go but into Mike's face.

Now normally I would have been embarrassed. But seeing the piss hit Mike in the face and the look of total shock in his eyes was hot. I wanted to stop but couldn't. The piss was soaking Mike and the couch. Luckily, he had hard wood floors.

"What the fuck man?" Mike said in shock.

But when he opened his mouth it just gave me something to aim for. The piss hit his mouth and he spit and sputtered. He was soaked. I looked around and the only thing I could reach was his jersey he had been wearing. I wiped the piss off his face with it and then threw it on the puddle of piss that had formed on the floor under him. With that one move he looked even more defeated.

Mike was in shock. But when I slapped his face with my cock he came around.

"You know its your own fault for having such a sweet mouth" I was smiling from ear to ear. "Now go get me another beer and you might as well get out of those pants."

Standing up, Mike came out of his pants and just left them on the floor. Then he walked, naked, into the kitchen area and grabbed me another beer. It was funny, he wasn't wearing underwear. I bet he was planning to get lucky and decided it would be easier to score if he went commando.

Returning with my beer, Mike handed it to me. He was still red, and you could see he was angry, embarrassed, and humiliated. I needed to take control before he balked.

"Get back on your knees Mike before I send out this picture of you to the football team" I held up my phone with the picture of him sucking cock. That seemed to do it. Mike fell to his knees between my legs.

So now that I was back in firm control it was time to put Mike back in his place. I waved my cock in his face and then grabbed his hair and pulled him into my crotch. Mike's mind must have switched off again because he started licking my cock and balls again without having to be told.

I wasn't going to last too much longer, but I didn't want to stop either. I forced my cock back into Mike's mouth and started face fucking him hard. His throat was opening up around my cock and between the cigar smoke and the velvet feeling of Mike's throat, it wasn't long before I spewed my fuck sauce into his mouth and down his throat.

Mike swallowed like a good whore and my body relaxed back down into the couch. I was spent, but not done.

"Suck my nuts again bitch" I said blowing another face full of smoke in Mike's direction.

Having just cum, I knew it would be a little while before I would be able to build up another load. Or at least I thought it would be a little while. In reality I started getting hard within minutes. Probably due to the power trip I was on.

I knew I wanted this load to be a special one. This load was destined for Mike's sweet ass. Although I'm not sure Mike would agree with me. Luckily it wasn't up to him.

Pulling Mike off my balls, I told him to turn around and show me that cunt of his. Mike started shaking his head so I reached for my phone. That was all I had to do. Next thing I knew, Mike was on all fours, ass pointing at me.

I reached out and started felling his muscular ass. I grabbed it. I slapped it. I kneaded it. It was such a great ass. Now truth be known I have never considered myself gay or even bi, but this ass was just beautiful. I took my cigar and using the moist part, I ran it across his ass. I thought I even heard Mike moan a little.

"Spread your cheeks, let me see that pussy."

Mike reached back and spread his cheeks to show me that sweet hole. It was a little tight rosebud of a hole. I spit on it and started running my finger around it. Then I used the cigar again, teasing it. After that I put my finger right on his hole pushing slightly. It took some force but eventually my finger disappeared into his ass.

It was so tight. I don't think I had ever fucked a virgin, but in my mind it couldn't have been this tight. Mike was squirming on my finger. I couldn't tell if he was enjoying it or trying to get it out of his ass. In either case, this was going to be the tightest hole I had ever fucked.

I kept spitting on his hole and forcing my fingers into it. First there was just the one, but soon enough I had two, then three. Mike's ass was opening up, it was starting to get loose. It was starting to get fuckable.

"Hey bitch, why don't you turn around and get that throat back on my cock."

Mike was only to happy to do this since I could finger him if he turned around. With his throat back on my cock, I was rock hard again and ready for round two. Just like the last time, Mike's throat covered my cock in slime and that was all I wanted. Once it was well coated, I had him turn back around.

Getting on my knees behind him, I pointed my cock head at his tight little ass whole and smeared the slime all over his hole. Then, grabbing his hair I pushed the head in. It popped in and Mike let out a howl like a wounded animal. It was music to my ears.

I wanted to savor it. I held it there for a minute, letting his ass spasm around my cock head. It felt so good. That had to be the tightest hole I had ever had my cock in. All the time Mike was screaming. I needed to do something, so I grabbed the piss-soaked jersey and threw it at his head.

"Put that in your mouth man. We don't want to wake up the whole building."

Mike shoved part of the jersey into his mouth and I took the opportunity to shove another couple inches of my cock into his cunt. The first time I fucked Mike, he was out of it on drugs. I doubt he even knew he was fucked. This time was going to be different. This time Mike was going to feel it.

Grabbing Mike by the hips, I slammed the rest of my cock into his pussy. Once I was in balls deep I slapped Mike's ass and left a visible hand print. Mike was screaming bad now. But oddly enough that wasn't a turn off, but a turn on!

I pulled back until just the head was still in his sweet pussy, then slammed balls deep again. That got another howl out of Mike, which caused me to just do it again. And again. And again. Each time I was in heaven. Between the tight hole gripping my cock, and the loud screams coming from Mike, I was on a total power trip. I wouldn't call it rape, I mean Mike had a choice. But I'm sure that Mike would disagree.

I started to get a rhythm going. I would pull out almost all the way, then slam back in with all the force I could get. Over and over until at some point Mike's screams became more of a moan. Mike may have been enjoying it, or maybe not. I didn't care. I was enjoying it.

I was lost in the fuck. I was fucking as hard as I could. Slamming my cock in and out of Mike's pussy. It was by far the best fuck I had ever thrown. But I couldn't last too much longer. I slammed in balls deep the started unloading my fuck sauce into that pussy. You could feel that pussy squeezing on my cock. It was pulsing. I collapsed onto Mike's back for a minute. Mike just stayed there. He might have been in shock.

Once I got my composure back, I pulled my cock out of his ass with a plop and sat back onto the couch. When Mike turned around you could see where the tears had been streaming down his face. If he wasn't broken before now, he was now. I pointed at my cock and Mike opened his mouth and sucked it in. He was willingly sucking the fuck slime off my cock. The same cock that had just come out of his ass. It was such a sight to see.

After my cock was clean, I got up and looked down at Mike who was reaching back and feeling his new pussy. I hawked up another spit and with perfect aim landed it right on his face. I went into his bedroom and laid down. Mike came in shortly and asked if I was going to be spending the night again. Of course, I was. I was too weak to get back to my place. Mike had two of my loads in him and I was totally spent.

"Is that going to be a problem cunt?" I asked.

"Where am I going to sleep?" Mike replied but couldn't look at me.

"I don't care, you can crawl back between my legs if you want like a good little whore."

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.

Next: Chapter 5


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