Date: Sun, 8 Oct 2006 12:07:18 -0400
From: Ronyx <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: Scott's Story Chapter 2   (Mark's Revenge)

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Scott's Story          Chapter 2



I don't know what happened to me in that bathroom. Suddenly, I felt
empowered. For so many years I had been the whipping boy and brunt of so
many jokes. When I saw the frightened look on Mark's face as he ran from
the bathroom, I felt like a new person.

I had control over someone's life. It was like I was the hunter and he
was the prey. I knew something about him that he'd probably never told
anyone else. This was going to be fun. I could now make someone fear me

When I went into the kitchen, my uncle was downing another beer. He'd
been drinking all morning. I think he was now on his fourth one.

"What happened to Mark?" He asked. "He went running out of here like a
scared rabbit."

"Did you know he was queer?" I asked my uncle with a smile on my face.
This was great. Never would my uncle suspect I was, if I told him about
another boy. My secret could finally be safe.

"What the fuck did you say?" My uncle's face reddened.

"Yeah." I tried to sound upset. I think I was even trying to squeeze a
tear out. "He tried to grab me in the bathroom."

It was fantastic. My uncle ranted and raved the rest of the afternoon. He
called Mark's house several times. Finally, I heard him talking to his
mother. He was pissed. He was accusing Mark of practically raping me. I
should have felt guilty, but I didn't. He was a fag, so he did deserve
it, didn't he?

I was convinced that the only way to prevent being picked on and abused
by others was to be the attacker. Mark had made it easy for me. Seeing
the fright in his eyes that morning made me realize that I could have
power over others. For the first time in my life I could control the
forces around me.

I was able to put it to the test a few days later, when I was out in the
yard and saw a very small boy coming down the street. At first I was
going to ignore him, because I thought he was much younger than me; but
as he approached, I could tell he was about my age.

He looked like a geek, though. He was wearing a white shirt, black pants
and black shoes. All he needed was a pocket protector. He was cute, but
his small stature kept him from being appealing.

He cautiously approached me on his bike. After appraising me for a
minute, he decided to speak.

"Hi." He said with a boyish smile. "You new?"

"Yeah." I extended my hand and shook his frail hand. "My name's
Scott."

"Bobby." He said looking into my eyes. I could tell by the way he
looked that he found me attractive. With so many people having commented
on my looks over the years, I had developed a `feel' for those who were
more than just friendly. Bobby was definitely interested.

"Wanna play some ball?" I asked, throwing him the basketball. He looked
at me and frowned.

"I'm not very athletic." He said timidly. He awkwardly threw the ball
back.

"Well, then. Let's go inside and play a video game." I offered. "Can
you play Grand Theft Auto?"

"Enough to beat you." He grinned. I was going to have fun with this
kid. He seemed to be a really easy mark.

"We'll see." I said with a smirk. I led him inside to the living room.
Since I didn't have a computer, we played on the television. No one was
home. My aunt and uncle had left to go to work. I was told not to have
anyone in the house while they were gone; but they weren't here to know,
right?

We played for about a half hour. He was pretty good. He was killing me. I
had been a good player in Phoenix, but I was no match for him. It was
obvious he had been practicing a lot.

"I'm tired." I said, putting down the control. I leaned back on the
couch. I made sure that my shorts were tight and that my cock could be
seen through the material. Bobby looked down and his eyes widened as he
saw it protruding out.

"I better go." He said hoarsely. He started to get up, but I grabbed
his small arm and pushed him down on the couch.

"Hey," I said angrily. "Not so fast. Things are just getting good."
He fought to get up, but I held him down.

"I know you're a fag." I said. "I saw how you wanted this." I pushed
against my cock, which by now had hardened considerably. He continued to
struggle, but his eyes never left my shorts.

"Please let me go." He pleaded. "I'm not like that."

"Sure you are." I said. "I want you to do me a favor."

He started to cry as I opened my shorts and reached in and pulled out my
cock. I was excited. I was actually going to make someone else do what
years ago I had done. I pulled his head toward my lap as he resisted.

"Listen, fag." I shouted. "If you don't do this I'm going to tell
everyone you're a cocksucker. So you might as well do it."

He continued to resist, but I kept pushing his head into my lap until he
had his mouth against the head. His lips were pursed tightly.

"Open your mouth fag." I insisted. "And don't bite me." He refused,
so I pinched his nose. He gasped, opening his mouth. I slipped my head
in, as he began to gag.

"Yeah, suck it." I moaned. He was shaking with fear. I can't begin to
explain the feeling of power I once again had. I was actually making
someone suck me.

He continued whimpering as I shoved more of my cock into his mouth. He
would try to raise his head, but I held him tightly in place. I continued
fucking his mouth. I soon felt myself getting ready to cum.

"Oh, yeah." I moaned. "That feels so good." My cock erupted in his
mouth. He gagged and desperately pulled his head up and looked at me wild
eyed. Tears were staining his cheeks. I should have felt guilty, but I
didn't. I felt, I don't know, proud. I had actually been able to have
complete control over someone. It was probably the same feeling my father
had when he used to whip me.

Suddenly, he jumped up and stared at me. I saw fear in his eyes. Tears
flowed down his face as he wiped off his mouth with his sleeve and then
ran to the door. He looked disgustedly at me before finally running out
onto the lawn, getting on his bike and riding away. I laughed as I saw
him racing down the street. I went back inside and took a shower, where I
masturbated thinking about what had just happened.

Before I went to bed that night, I called his home. He had given me his
number earlier so we could get together and play video games again. His
father answered when I called. I told him that Bobby had made a pass at
me and had asked to suck my dick. I was kind of disappointed that his
father didn't sound upset. He simply told me thank you, and then he hung
up.

What father acts that way when he's just been told his son is a
disgusting faggot? He's supposed to rant and rave, right? Isn't he
supposed to go into his room and beat him? He's not supposed to just
say, `thank you for calling.' What kind of a father is he, anyways?

I was going to tell my uncle what happened, but then I thought he might
wonder why all these boys were coming on to me in just a few days. He
might begin to become suspicious that perhaps I was encouraging them, so
I kept my mouth shut. Anyways, he was still raging about that Mark kid.

The next day I was out in the driveway shooting baskets when I saw Mark
heading down the street. I remembered how he had wanted me, so I thought
I'd give it another shot. I disappeared into the garage and dropped my
shorts, giving him a nice look at my hard cock. He took one look and tore
off down the street. Here I was going to help the queer out and give him
some cock, and he just high tails it away.

Some guys really have a lot of balls. Can you believe that Bobby came by
a few days later and was going to tell my Uncle Roger that I had made him
suck my dick! He's really got some nerve. First, he stares at me and
wants it. Then when I give it to him, he goes home crying. Now he wants
to make it sound like I raped him.

After hitting him in the stomach and then pushing him into the bushes, I
was finally able to convince him that telling my uncle wouldn't really
be in his best interest. Just as I was doing this, Mark came by on his
bike. He looked like he wanted to say something. I was really hoping
he'd get off his bike. I was going to kick his ass good. I was still mad
because he hadn't given me a blowjob, when I knew he really wanted it.

He rode on down the road and turned the corner. After Bobby dug himself
out of the bushes, he hightailed it down the street, crying as usual. He
was too easy a prey. He was so weak; it almost wasn't fun picking on
him. However, I had been weak and my father had delighted in whipping my
ass.

I made a few friends during the summer. Being new in town, I guess guys
were intrigued by me. I was also an asset because I was a chick magnet
for the girls. Guys knew that wherever I went, there was always a bevy of
girls following me around. The guys I didn't mind too much, but the
girls I could have done without. But I knew without the girls, the guys
might just start picking on me. I had an image to uphold.

I kissed a few of the girls, just to make it look good. Most of the time
I'd ignore them and they'd hook up with one of my friends. One of the
guys I let get close to me was a boy named Richard. He was really cute,
and not like the other boys. Like me, he really didn't get into the
girls. With his looks, he could have had all the girls he wanted.
Instead, he'd follow me around wherever I went.

Richard invited me to spend the night at his house about two weeks after
I arrived. We played video games and shot basketball most of the night.
Around midnight I was starting to get tired, so I asked if I could take a
shower before going to bed.

He got me a towel while I undressed. I was standing naked with my back to
the door when I heard him let out a gasp. I turned around and he was
staring at my cock. This time I felt different though. Instead of
humiliating him like I had with Mark and Bobby, I felt an attraction to
him. I walked over slowly and took the towel from his hand and crossed
the hall to the bathroom. I could feel his eyes boring into my bare ass.

When I returned, he was sitting at his computer playing a video game. He
looked over at me and blushed. He looked really cute. It was obvious
he'd never played this game before and didn't know what to do. As he
sat staring at me, I dropped the towel. His eyes widened. I walked over
and stood beside him, stroking my growing cock. He couldn't take his
eyes off it. I noticed that his cock was hardening through his shorts.

I approached him with my cock in my hand.

"Take it." I said softly as I reached for his hand and placed it around
my cock. "It won't bite."

He cautiously began to stroke it, looking into my face for approval. I
smiled down at him to give him courage to continue. After a minute, he
leaned forward and took it in his mouth. I let out a moan when I felt him
wrap his lips around me.

He continued to slowly suck me. It was obvious he wasn't very
experienced. He scrapped me with his teeth several times. After he sucked
me for a while, I took his hand and headed to his bed.

"Come on." I said softly. "We'll be more comfortable here." I led
him to the bed and lay him down. I then lay down beside him and started
stroking my cock to get it hard once again.

"Suck it." I told him. He leaned in and began to suck me with earnest.
He was trying to pleasure me, but I didn't want to come too quickly.
This was my first time in bed with a boy since I was with Jimmy when I
was twelve. I wanted to enjoy the experience.

Hungry to feel a cock in my mouth once again, I moved around and we got
in a 69 position. He let out a moan when I took his hard cock in my
mouth. I loved the feeling. We continued to thrust into one another's
mouth.

I could feel myself quickly reaching an orgasm. With a final thrust, I
shot in his mouth while he gulped rapidly to swallow my load. I could
feel his cock head expand and knew he was getting ready to cum as well. I
pulled his cock from my mouth. He rolled on his back and I stroked him
about three times before he began to shoot a large load onto his stomach.

He moved around on the bed and lay beside me. He leaned on his elbow and
stared at me in the face. He leaned forward and tried to kiss me, but I
pulled away. It was one thing to have sex with him, but I wasn`t looking
for a boyfriend. He looked disappointed when I turned my head. He got up
and disappeared into the bathroom. I put my head on the pillow and fell
asleep before he even returned.

Richard became a good friend, or should I say fuck buddy. I could depend
on him to be there when I needed release. It seemed he was always happy
to please me, and I let him please me a lot.

I was also becoming very popular in the neighborhood. Popularity was
something that had eluded me. I had always been extremely cute, and I had
my share of other boys and girls who wanted to know me, but I was always
afraid of bringing anyone home because of my mother and father. I never
knew when my dad might snap and whip me in front of a friend. So for the
first sixteen years of my life, I was a loner.

But in California, I was almost like a god. With my long blond hair and
beautiful tan I was admired by everyone when I went to the pool. I loved
to tease others by wearing white Speedos which were a size too small. I
had been blessed with a rather large cock, and I loved to parade around
showing just what I had. Not only would girls ogle me, but boys as well.

Before long I had a rather large number of groupies who tended to follow
me where ever I went. Girls would swoon if I even spoke to them, and
there was always some guy who was willing to get down on his knees and
make me happy.

Several guys would even let me fuck them. Richard quickly became my
favorite. Besides being extremely cute, he had a nice, tight bubble butt.
I loved it every time he'd bend over for me.

One afternoon after having sex in his bedroom when his parents weren't
home, I convinced him to call Mark and just fuck around with him. I
dialed his number and handed him the phone.

I had already told him what to say. He was to tell Mark he heard that he
was gay and he wanted him to come over and take care of him. Richard at
first refused to do it because he went to school with him and liked him.
When I threatened to tell his parents that he was a fag, he relented and
made the phone call. I listened to the call with my ear against
Richard's. It was priceless. Mark became very upset and started cussing.
I was howling with laughter.

I watched as Mark and Bobby became friends- probably fuck buddies. They
were always together. Mark tried to protect Bobby from me, but he
couldn't fight worth shit. Once I took Bobby's swim shorts in the
locker room and left him butt naked. It was so cool.

Later I saw the two losers sitting on the bleachers outside the pool.
They were watching me angrily. Like I'm supposed to be scared! There was
nothing they could do to me. I had guys all around me. The two of them
were alone. Fat chance they could hurt me.

A few weeks later they were alone in the locker room when I went in,
followed by some of my boys. I tried to get Mark to suck my dick in front
of everyone, but he refused. He even tried to fight back. Stupid mistake.
I knocked him flat on his ass.

When I got home later, this stupid, crazy woman stormed into our house
and started yelling obscenities about me. She called me a dirty little
bastard. She said I'd been picking on her poor nephew and his friend. My
uncle went off on her when he found out she was Mark's aunt. He said the
fag deserved everything he got.

I had been hiding in my room during this exchange. I was afraid of what
she might do. Uncle Roger called me out to the kitchen after she left. He
pulled a cold beer out of the fridge and offered it to me. He said I had
earned it for beating up those queer boys.

Richard seemed to change after that. He quit hanging with me. Every time
I called and asked him to come over, he always had an excuse. I really
wouldn't have cared, but he was a great lay.

School started after Labor Day. I was very hesitant about the beginning
of school. I had earned a reputation as a ladies' man during the summer,
so I was fairly confident that my reputation would stay intact. However,
being in school, I would have less control over situations. I was worried
that students might start picking on me again.

Although, I had nothing to fear. Mark cemented my reputation as a hard
ass. He walked into class and sat in the front. A friend had handed me a
water balloon, so I threw it at him, hitting him square in the back. The
balloon exploded, soaking him. It was hilarious.

He got up and charged towards me like a mad man. He was screaming and
throwing his arms in every direction. I was a good fighter, but I had
trouble defending myself against his wild tirade. The dean eventually
grabbed him and hauled his sorry ass off to the office.

I had to go and tell my side of the story. Of course, I played up the
part of being the helpless victim. The dean bought it- hook, line and
sinker. Mark was suspended three days for assaulting me. I thought it was
unfair, because it should have been ten days.

I froze when I left my last period class. My heart seemed to jump up into
my throat. There were posters of my mother and father everywhere. It had
their prison pictures on them. I hadn't seen them since they last
appeared in a Phoenix newspaper.

Now it would all start over again. The laughter and ridicule. I would
again become the butt of all prison jokes. I had to endure this for two
years while my mother and father were going through their trials. I had
no friends at that time. Everyone had tried to avoid me. Now I was sure
it was going to happen again.

I didn't know who had put them up or how they had gotten hold of the
pictures. I was pretty sure it was probably Bobby. I'd heard that he was
some kind of a computer geek. He certainly looked like one. I was
determined I was going to hurt him the next time I saw him.

I tried to hurriedly escape the school, but was stopped midway down the
hall. Some of my friends were holding the posters up and shoving them in
my face.

"This your old man?" James asked as he thrust it in my face. "This guy
your daddy?"

"Yeah," said William, another friend. "He do this shit?"

I just hung my head with shame. How was I going to explain that both my
parents were in jail and I had to come to California because I had no
where else to go.

"Damn," said James. "This is so fucking cool! You're parents are
gangsters!"

"My old man's just a plumber." William said. "Your dad belongs to the
mob!"

A small smile formed in the corner of my mouth as I looked at the excited
faces of my friends. Maybe this wasn't going to be too bad after all.

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