Sweet Revenge Pt. 01

Oh, great thought Adam Taylor. The perfect end to the perfect day. I barely get through Algebra with a C, my Physics teacher makes a joke at my expense, the coach keeps riding my ass because of my weight and my poor gym performance... even my English teacher is unimpressed with my poem submission. And now that this WONDERFUL day at Lakeview High is over, now I'm about to get humiliated or worse by Lakeview's resident super-jock, Bryan 'The Beast' Gaynor.

"Hey, Tubs... I thought that was you. Do you live in this neighborhood or something?"

"Tubs..." God, how I hate that nickname! Maybe if I just ignore him, he'll leave me alone this time and just let me go home to suffer in peace. I know I'm fat, I know I'm not athletic, I know I'm a laughingstock, I know, I know, I know... It's not my fault! I was born this way, and I probably will always be this way. It isn't like I haven't tried to change.

"Hey, Tubs, I'm talking to you! Too good to answer a polite question, now?" Bryan was getting belligerent, even though there was nobody to show off for this time.

"Sorry, Bryan, I was thinking of something else. I live a couple blocks from here. I don't remember seeing you around here before."

"Yeah," said the bully, my old man got a raise awhile back so we moved into that house across the street yesterday. Looks like I'm just in time to start some neighborhood improvements, if they let dweebs like you walk around loose. You ought to show more respectable place to be than on the sidewalk when someone important wants to use it."

Fantastic. Now I have to walk past his house on the way to AND from school every day. It just isn't fair! I haven't done anything to him, I try to get along with everyone, I follow the rules, and I still get picked on by everyone. I shouldn't have to take this!!

**click**

Suddenly, everything seemed to stop... the breeze, the birds, the cars driving by. Bryan's mouth was still open, as if he had stopped in mid-sentence.

[Then don't take it anymore. Do something about it.]

Huh?!? Who said that? Wait... I didn't hear that, exactly. I didn't think it, but the thought was in my head. Am I losing my mind?

[If that collection of excuses, justifications and complaints in your head is what passes for a mind, better to lose it and replace it with something useful.]

What are you talking about? (Is 'talking' even the right word?) I can't do anything to change my situation, I'm stuck with the way things are.

[It's that attitude and reflex that's gotten you into the mess you call a life. You haven't taken responsibility for anything. "I can't lose weight!" You haven't stuck to a diet for more than 2 weeks in your whole life. "I'm not athletic!" You spend all day reading and watching TV, rather than do anything that could be mistaken for exercise. "I get picked on all the time!" All you ever do about it is complain and cry, with the occasional ineffectual swing at your tormentor... ineffectual because you're too busy turning away and trying to avoid being hit to actually land a blow.]

If I don't, I'll get hit even worse. I don't like being hurt.

[Nobody likes to get hurt. But when you do that, you still get hurt, right? So go ahead... GET hurt. But make the other guy get hurt, too. If you can break his nose, he may still knock you silly, but he'll respect you more than someone who just takes what he dishes out and cries about it.]

But how do I...? I can't... I... I...

[Stop telling yourself you can't. That's the surest way of making sure you won't be able to do anything. Say you can't do it, and you're right... you cannot. Accept the possibility that you CAN do something... be willing to take responsibility not just for your own actions for whatever happens to you, AND for what happens to those around you - even the ones who oppose you - and you will be amazed at what you can achieve.]

But... but... but...

[Stop... quit trying to find an excuse not to do what I'm telling you. Look... I shouldn't do this, and I know it's likely that you'll misuse this gift and you'll end up regretting it, which will cause you to lose the ability to repeat it. But you do have a natural ability as an empath and telepath... that's why so many are impressed by your poetry. I'm going to give it a little nudge. Use it to give yourself a slight edge, and prove to yourself and to The Beast that you can you aren't the person you both thought you were. Just remember... if you can see what he is about to do, you can counter it. And if you give him a little 'push' you won't be able to get him to do something he is unwilling to do... but you can surprise him with what he was unaware that he WAS willing to do.]

But who are you, and how can you...?

**click**

Motion returned to the world, and there was, Bryan bearing down on him.

"Didn't you hear me, Tubs? Get off my sidewalk!"

Bryan pushed Adam in the chest... or tried to. But just as - whoever it was - had said, Adam was able to see the move coming and sidestepped while pushing the hands aside.

"What the fuck? Think you're cute, huh? Well, we can't have that, Tubs, now can we?"

Bryan aimed a fist at Adam's shoulder, but again the heavier boy avoided the blow. This only seemed to make The Beast angrier, and he took a swing at Adam's head with the clear intention of breaking something. Instead of merely dodging the blow, Adam caught the fist as it went past and held on as he leaned back, pulling the jock into fall that sent them both down the hill and into the dry canal below. Both boys had the breath knocked out of them, but Adam had accidentally landed on top of Gaynor, compressing his chest and stomach.

"Get off me, Tubs."

"What?" said Adam, dazedly.

"I said get off me. I can't breathe!"

"Seems like a good reason to stay right where I am. I am SO tired of being your punching bag. Maybe if I just rest here awhile, when you pass out I can walk out of here before you start trying to beat the crap out of me again."

"Please, man... I'm serious. I can't breathe. Please let me up."

"Bryan 'The Beast' Gaynor, begging? This can't be. How do I know this isn't just a trick to let you get in a position to start hitting me again?"

"Please, Tubs. PLEASE!" Bryan was actually starting to cry. "I... I promise to make it worth your while, if you just let me up. PLEASE!"

Adam could sense that the other was being sincere... and that he did indeed plan to reward a relief from pain. With that realization, he relented and not only got off but reached down to help the sniffling bully to his feet.

"What was that you used on me, judo or some shit? Man, that's the first fight I lost since my brother Jack got sent off to prison."

"You have a brother in prison? I didn't know that."

"Had. He tried pulling some of the crap he used to do to me on somebody there... and didn't survive to do it again."

"I'm sorry to hear you lost your brother."

"Don't be sorry," said Bryan. "The shithead had it coming to him. If he was still here, I'd probably be in the hospital or in the ground by now."

The two boys stood panting in the tunnel where the canal went under the road. Adam could see that his former opponent was trying to come to grips with the 'reward' he had promised. He focused his attention and was shocked at what he saw in the other boy's thoughts, but gave an encouraging nudge to that particular line of thinking.

"Look, Tubs..."

"Don't call me Tubs. I hate that name."

"Sorry, man. I didn't know. That's the only name I know for you."

"Call me Adam." You said something about doing something for me. What did you have in mind? Oh, wait... Really? I wouldn't have thought of that.

"Look, Adam... I promised to make it worth your while to take pity on me, even though I didn't deserve it. I... I want to... do something for you. It's what I used to do for my brother to make him quit beating on me."

Come on, you bastard... do it. You know you want to. And even though you don't know that I know... I want to see you squirm.

"I want to... want to..." Bryan seemed reluctant to give voice to what he was offering - maybe out of shame, maybe out of fear of rejection, maybe something else. Instead, he backed Adam up until he was leaning against the side of the canal, out of sight of any passersby. Then he gently, tentatively rubbed his hand over Adam's crotch.

"What are you...?" Adam began, as if he had no idea what Bryan was planning, but stopped when the other boy slowly pulled down Adam's zipper and reached into his underwear. His cock started to stiffen as Bryan pulled it out and gave it a couple of strokes.

"Please, Tu...uh, Adam. Don't let anybody know about this, OK?"

Me? Adam thought. Why would I say anything to humiliate the guy who's been my worst nightmare for the last 4 years? But nothing was said aloud as the other boy loosened his belt, then lowered Adam's jeans and boxers and began to lick and suck on his now hardened cock. The pride of Lakeview's athletic department was gentle at first, almost tender as he pulled the fatter boy's dick into his mouth.

That's right, asshole... I always thought you were a cocksucker, and now you're proving me right.

Bryan began licking and sucking in earnest, taking more and more of Adam's cock into his mouth until he engulfed all the 8-incher and started to gag a bit as the head went down his throat.

Oh shit, that feels good. That's right... just like that. I always thought a warm mouth would be better than my own hand, but I had no idea it could be this good. This almost makes up for all the times you called me fat, or a faggot, or whatever else came into your head.

Adam was soon grabbing the back of Bryan's head, pulling the bully's head onto his hard shaft time after time, and watching him tear up and gag as the head of his cock hit the back of Bryan's throat.

Never thought I'd be getting my first blowjob from a guy, thought Adam. I really wish it were a girl, and if it were anyone but you, I'd walk away in disgust. Look at you... sucking the fat kid's cock like it was the thing you wanted more than anything else in this world. Choke on that prick, you prick! If only there was something more gross and degrading than that. Hmmm... let me take another look in there. YES! That will do it. And I'll let you be the one to suggest it.

"Oh God, dude... Jack always came by the time I was deep-throating him. I want you to cum... I NEED you to cum..." Bryan was visibly agitated by this time. "I want to try something... something I've never done before. Please... I NEED your cum!"

With that, Bryan lowered his own pants and leaned against the wall of the tunnel, turning his back to his former target. "Please... stick it in me."

"You want me to..." Come on, shithead. Don't just ask...BEG me to fuck you. Learn what it's like to be totally humiliated.

"I want you to fuck my ass. Please... I've never wanted to fuck my girlfriend as much as I want you to fuck me... right now!"

Adam stood behind the guy he always thought of as the most popular guy in school, the one who could have any girl (and a lot of the women) in town, the one who had been in the process of proving that to any good-looking girl he met. And now, this walking piece of shit was going to be the first person to take a load of cum from his cock. If I didn't hate you so much, if you hadn't been such a douche to me all these years, I could never do this. But as it is... you've had this coming to you for a long time. Oh, this is going to be so sweet!

Adam applied some spit to the other's brown pucker, then couldn't resist giving a slap to the ass in front of him. The other boy jerked and whined a bit, wincing as Adam slowly pushed the head of his dick into the tight asshole.

"Did I hurt you? I'm sorry," said Adam with what sounded like sincerity, but there was malicious grin on his face as he relentlessly forced his dick into The Beast's backside. Does it hurt as much as all the black eyes you've given me, or the bruises you've put on my arms and chest? How about the time you twisted my ear so that it ached for days? Does it hurt as bad as all that? GOOD!

Finally, all 8 inches were in Bryan's ass as Adam waited a bit to get himself under control. Then he started pumping, slowly at first, then faster and faster, harder and harder, ramming his cock into the willing receptacle.

So this is why you were always such an asshole to everyone, especially to anyone who seemed soft or helpless. And why you always had to get all the girls... you were afraid someone would find out you wanted to be fucked, wanted to please another guy without being forced to. Well, here you are, you piece of garbage: just what you've always wanted. And I hope it hurts as much as you make it seem.

Bryan was sobbing and moaning constantly by now, but all he said was, "Yes, dude...yessss. Give it to me, give me your cum. PLEASE!"

If only there were some way to repay not just the loss of pride, but the total mess you've made of my life. Wait... did I just hear...?

A few more quick thrusts, a couple of spurts of jism into his enemy's bowels, and one last one that he managed to land on Gaynor's butt and back. Just for good measure, he dipped a finger into the pool of semen and smeared it onto Bryan's face. Then Adam was pulling up his pants and walking quickly to the far side of the tunnel and out of the canal, leaving Bryan sobbing and dripping cum... just as two guys and a girl dropped down into the canal.

He could just hear the beginnings of a conversation as he left: "I see you found our make-out spot. Want some compa-- Bryan? Is that you?! Oh man, dude... I had no idea you were... Shit, dude, that's sick! And here I thought you were straight!"

Let's see you talk your way out of that, asshole. I can picture you trying to explain how Tubs Taylor, the fat kid that you made everyone look down on, managed to rape you and leave you dripping cum for your jock buddies to find. Forget "The Beast"... from now on, everyone in school will know you as 'Gay' Gaynor.

**click**

[Now how do you feel?]

I feel GREAT! I got my first blowjob, AND I came for the first time somewhere besides my own hand. I'm not a virgin anymore, I guess. I have enjoyed sex since the first time I discovered how good my dick could make me feel, but THAT was fantastic!

[And the fact that you got it from another guy...?]

OK, not what I had hoped for... but it was his idea.

[Was it? Was it really his idea, or did you 'help' him a little?]

Well... yeah. But it was in his mind to begin with, and he really did want to do it. After he got started, he enjoyed it.

[And why is that? He told you why, didn't he?]

Something about his brother...?

[His brother used to beat him, far worse than the few bruises he ever gave you. Sucking off his brother was the only way to stop the beating. And not being beaten felt so good, he began to associate that pleasure with giving sexual pleasure to other males.]

But...

[Are we back to 'but' again already? Take responsibility for what you have done. You haven't defeated an enemy, you've just helped to rape a five-year-old boy retroactively and reinforced the abuse he suffered back then. What makes you any better than the bully you've chosen to make a victim yourself?]

Well, he had it coming to him!

[Did he, now? He could not have been left with his pride intact, and an appreciation for the fact that he has spent years picking on someone who didn't deserve it... that would not have been 'justice,' I suppose.]

Well... maybe he could have been. But...

[And now that you've had your great revenge, now that you've fucked your enemy... literally... do you really feel good about what you've accomplished?]

No... But...

[But...?]

No... not really. It felt good at the time, but when I think about what I did to him, to his reputation and to his body sexually... I feel ashamed. I thought I would just gloat over what fun I had at his expense, and what the rest of the school will say about him. But now I can see that every time someone teases him or talks behind his back, I'll feel a little regret that I was to blame for it.

[So, a little responsibility is finally starting to take hold. Not as good as taking responsibility for the effects you cause before you cause them... but a good first step.]