Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2006 14:34:24 -0400
From: Ronyx <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: Scott's Story  Chapter 4    (Mark's Revenge)

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Scott's Story          Chapter 4



I've emailed Ryan at least a hundred times. I called him several times,
but he turned his cell phone off. I've really tried to apologize to him,
but how can I when he keeps ignoring me? I don't know what came over me.
I really liked Ryan; I may have even been falling in love with him.

It's that fucking Bobby and Mark's fault. If they hadn't been around
trying to have sex with me, then none of this would have happened. Bunch
of fags. And then they have the nerve to sit in the cafeteria and look at
me. I wish Randall wasn't so tall. I'd fight him, but he'd probably
kill me. He's always flipping me off. I don't even know his ass. What
the fuck does he have against me?

They are going to get theirs though. They came on to me. When I gave it
to them, they cried like babies. I don't know how, but I'm going to get
even. Now I've lost Ryan because of them.

I tried to kick Mark's ass in gym, but that fucking behemoth stopped me.
He grabbed me around my neck and then hit me in my stomach. Every one saw
it. He humiliated me in front of all my friends.

That's alright. I have a surprise for them. I've got some connections.
One of my friends told me about someone who sells guns. They're
expensive because they have had the serial numbers filed down, but I can
afford it. I have a few hundred dollars I've had for a couple years.

I emailed Ryan again in class and he finally agreed to meet with me. I
told him I loved him and begged him to forgive me. He seemed mad at me,
but that was to be expected. He said he'd meet with me on one condition-
I'd let him fuck me.

I don't know why he made that demand. I've never bottomed for anyone in
my life. I always swore I'd never let anyone do it to me. I'll suck a
guy, but I really didn't like the idea of letting some guy stick his
dick in my ass.

But I really want to see Ryan again. If it means giving up my virginity
to him, then I guess I will. He wants me to meet him at his aunt's next
Saturday. He said she was on vacation and we'd have the house to
ourselves. I'd do anything to see him again. This time I'm not going to
mess up.

I really hate that Mark and Bobby. They keep staring at me like they know
something. I'd kick both their scrawny asses, but I'd have to go
through Randall and Richard to do it.

I'd get some of my boys to help me, but I don't think they'd even
agree to fight the star basketball player.

He and Richard also seem to be a little too close. I know that Richard's
a fag, but I wouldn't think someone like Randall would be. He is, after
all, Mr. BMOC. No way could he be gay, could he?

I can't wait until tomorrow. I finally get to see Ryan again. I'm
riding my bike to his house and then we're going over to his aunt's.
This should be fun. We won't have to worry about making noises while we
have sex. Of course, if we scream loud enough her neighbors might hear
us.

I was looking out my window and saw Mark ride by on his bike. I think
I'm really going to think of something good to repay him for all the
trouble he and Bobby have caused me. I grabbed a handful of my aunt's
barbiturates from a bottle in the medicine cabinet. If I can somehow get
one of them alone, I'll slip it in a drink. Then I can take him
someplace and fuck him. He won't know what happened. That would be so
cool.

I got to Ryan's house around one. He was sitting on the porch waiting
for me. He walked down to meet me, and we walked about three blocks to
his aunt's house. I thought it was strange that the door wasn't locked,
but I guess in a small town like this you could live without worrying
about someone coming in and stealing everything you own.

Ryan told me to have a seat on the couch while he walked into the kitchen
and made me a drink. I've had a few beers at parties before, but this
was my first time drinking real alcohol. He said it was a rum and coke.
It was really strong and burned my chest going down. As soon as I
finished one, he'd make me another. By the time I was on my third drink,
I was beginning to feel light-headed. I noticed he was still sipping on
his first one.

The drinks were also making me extremely horny. We made out for a few
minutes. I took his shirt off and rubbed his hard cock through his pants.
I then stood and grabbed his hand to find a bedroom, but he insisted we
have sex on the living room floor. I thought it was weird at first, but
then I realized that his aunt would probably come home and realize
someone had been in her bed.

After a few minutes we were lying on the floor, completely naked. I was
trying to put him in a position so I could fuck him, but he reminded me
that I had promised to let him fuck me. He started inserting his finger
in my ass. When I told him I couldn't, he started getting dressed.

"Go to Hell." He said angrily. "Don't ever call me again."

I knew I'd never see him again if I didn't, so I told him I would,
"Just for you."

He pushed my knees back to my shoulders and began licking my ass. God, it
felt good. If I had known I'd like it this much, I would have let guys
do it to me before now. Suddenly he shoved his finger deep into my ass.

"Ouch." I screamed. "That hurt."

He told me to, "Quit acting like a baby and take it like a man."

Next, he lubed his cock and poured some on my ass. I thought we'd make
out a little more, and hopefully do some more kissing. I was giving my
virginity to him, and I wanted to make it special.

Instead, he moved up to my ass and shoved his cock into me. The pain was
excruciating. I couldn't stand the searing pain. I looked into his face
and it seemed like he was enjoying hurting me. He was looking down at me
and smiling.

He continued the assault on my ass. After a while, it actually started to
feel pleasurable. He kept hitting a spot that was really getting me
turned on. My cock was hard as a rock. I was thrashing around on the
floor, moaning in pleasure.

"Fuck me." I screamed. "Yeah, fuck me harder."

"Yeah, Bitch." Ryan yelled. "You got a nice pussy ass." He pushed my
legs back further and continued to violently fuck me.

Suddenly, I felt his cock expand as he began pumping his cum into my ass.
I couldn't hold mine any longer, as I began spewing cum onto my stomach.
It may have started out painful, but I had really enjoyed Ryan fucking
me.

I tried to kiss him, but he got up and suddenly started dressing. When I
asked him why he was leaving, he gave me some lame excuse about having to
mow his yard.

All of a sudden, I felt cheap. I had given him my virginity, and he was
acting like I was a whore he'd fucked in an alley somewhere. Of all the
things that had occurred in my life, I think this caused me the most
sorrow.

I wanted to cry as I followed him out the door and trailed behind him to
his house. Not once did he turn and say anything to me. I had really felt
that I was falling in love with him, but I knew that he had taken
advantage of me. All of this was revenge for me trying to rape Bobby at
the theater. I had been set up.

"Can I see you next week?" I said sadly, already knowing the answer.

"I have something to do." He said without looking back at me.

"Can I call you?" I asked.

"Yeah." He responded. "Whatever." I could feel tears forming in my
eyes. I didn't want to cry in front of him and give him the satisfaction
that he had gotten the best of me.

Suddenly, a car pulled up beside us. I looked over as Randall jumped out
and grabbed me. Richard was sitting in the driver's seat.

"Let me go," I screamed. "You mother fucker. Get your hands off me."
I tried to pull away, but he had a strong grasp on me.

"What's going on?" shouted Ryan. "What are you doing to him?"

"He's going for a little ride." Randall said as he dragged me over to
the car and opened the back door. He shoved me in, causing me to hit my
head on the opposite door. I could hear Ryan yelling that he was going to
call the cops. At least I knew he had nothing to do with this kidnapping.

Randall got in the back seat with me as Richard drove away. I tried to
open the door, but Randall was sitting on me, trying to get my hands
behind my back. I continued to struggle but I was in an awkward position.
I could feel him tying my hands with tape behind my back. I started to
panic.

When I began to scream, he pulled some tape off and put it across my
mouth. I could feel it starting to pull on my lips when I tried to yell,
so I knew it was useless to continue to struggle.

"You've been nothing but trouble since you got into town." Randall
said angrily. "You've made life a living hell for Mark and Bobby, even
Richard. Now you're going to get a little bit of your own medicine."

I was scared. I had no idea what they planned to do to me. Randall
sounded angry. Although, he seemed to be a pretty decent guy at school, I
wasn't sure what he was capable of doing.

"You cooperate with us," he said. "And we won't hurt you. We're just
going to teach you a lesson. Understand?"

I was able to mumble a yes into the tape and nod my head. This was worse
than anything my father had ever done to me. I felt completely helpless.
I was taped up in the backseat of a car with two guys who didn't like
me. I was afraid of what they had planned for me.

It must have been about a half hour later when I sensed we'd pulled into
a driveway. I heard a garage door open as we pulled in. The door closed
and it got dark inside. Randall opened the door and pulled me out of the
backseat.

"Sit over here." He instructed as he led me to a patio chair. "We're
going to keep you here for a while." I nodded my head as he pushed me
into the chair. He then taped my legs and arms to the chair. Tears began
to flow down my face.

"Not so tough now," Richard stepped in front of me. "Without your
friends around." I looked at him and continued to cry. His smile faded
to a sad expression. Randall reached for him and pulled him out of the
garage.

I must have sat in that dark garage for hours. I could tell it was
getting darker outside. The light under the garage door was disappearing.
I also had to take a piss. I was afraid if I sat here much longer, I'd
pee all over myself.

The garage door opened and Richard and Randall came walking back in. They
walked over and circled around me.

"You alright?" Randall asked. "We're not going to hurt you, so
relax." I nodded my head. I started jiggling so they would understand I
had to piss.

"What's he doing?" Richard asked Randall.

"I think he has to piss." Randall laughed. I started nodding my head
quickly.

They removed the tape from my feet, and then walked me outside behind the
garage. Richard unbuckled my pants and pulled them down to my knees. I
immediately started pissing. They laughed as I relieved myself.

"Damn." Randall giggled. "I guess he did have to go."

They led me back inside and sat me down in the chair. Randall reached out
and ripped the tape from my mouth. I screamed out in pain. I think he
took half my lip with it.

"Now listen, Shithead." He said as he leaned down into my face. "I
already told you, we're not going to hurt you. Make a sound and we tape
you back up, got it?" I nodded.

"Here." Richard held a glass of water to my mouth. "Drink this." I
greedily gulped the cold water. It had been hours since I'd had anything
to drink.

"What are you going to do with me?" My voice shook with fright.

"Didn't I tell you not to speak?" Randall walked over and leaned again
into my face. "One more word and the tape goes back on." I could feel
tears welling up once again in my eyes.

"And don't cry." He yelled. But it was useless. Tears were once again
streaming down my face. I don't know if I was more scared or hurt.
Feelings of once again being under someone's control swept over me. I
could remember all the beatings my father had given me over the years.

"Do we still have to do this?" Richard asked. "It doesn't seem right
now."

"Damn, Richard." Randall looked over at him. "This was your idea. I
thought you wanted to get even with him."

"I do." He said. "But it doesn't seem as much fun now that we're
actually doing it."

"Well. We have to go through with it now," he said. "Or he'll have us
arrested."

"No I won't," I shouted. "Honestly. I won't say a word to anyone."

"Yeah, right." He said angrily. "As soon as we let you go, you'll
sing like a canary."

He walked over and raised me from the seat and led me over to the car. He
opened the door and shoved me once again into the back seat.

"Where are you taking me?" I panicked. I had felt safe in the garage,
but now they were going to take me somewhere else.

"I told you to shut up." Randall said as he sat in the back seat with
me. "Don't try anything funny." Richard opened the garage door and we
pulled off. I was afraid of where they were taking me. They said they
weren't going to hurt me, but it didn't still didn't allay my fears.

We must have driven for about ten minutes. Randall held my head down so I
couldn't see where we were going. The car slowed down and we rode for
another minute before stopping.

"We're here." Randall said. "Get out." He pulled me up and helped me
out of the car. It was dark out, but I realized right away where we were.
We were in the parking lot of the football stadium.

Randall turned me around and ripped the tape off my wrists. I screamed
out in pain. He held my arm tightly so I wouldn't run away. Richard also
stood before me, watching carefully.

"Take your clothes off." Randall ordered. I stood stunned before him.

"What?" I asked incredulously. I couldn't understand why they wanted
me naked. The first thing that crossed my mind was that they were going
to rape me.

"I said take your clothes off, or I'll rip them off." He gave me a
deadly look. I slowly toed off my shoes and began removing my clothes.
Soon I stood before them naked.

"What are you going to do to me?" I started to cry. "Please don't
rape me."

"Shut up, Scott." Richard shouted. "No one's going to hurt you."

Randall held my arm tightly as he led me to the stadium. I was trying to
fight my way free, but he was really strong. There was no way I could
break free of the grip he had on me.

He led me over to the goal post and stood me up against it and placed my
arms around it. Richard started taping my arms around the post.

"No, Please!" I screamed. I knew now what they were planning to do.
They were going to leave me here naked so that everyone could see me when
they arrived to school in the morning.

"Please!" I begged. "I'll do anything you want. Please don't do
this." Tears were falling down my cheeks. They ignored my pleas, and
continued taping me to the goal post. They tested the tape several times
to make sure I couldn't break free.

When they finished, Randall pulled out a switchblade and I could see its
shiny blade glistening in the moonlight. I thought my life was over. They
were going to kill me and leave my dead body here. I started screaming
hysterically.

"Would you just shut the fuck up!" Randall screamed. He walked over and
grabbed my balls and held the knife to them.

"Now listen," he said coldly. "And listen good. If you tell anyone who
did this to you, I'm going to bring you back out here and cut your balls
off. You understand me."

I continued to cry as he ran the blade against my rapidly shriveling
balls. They were trying to disappear into my body. I nodded my head.

"Say it." He ordered.

"I won't say anything." I cried. "I swear."

"You better not," he said. "Unless you want to be a eunuch."

"Nice piece, by the way." He laughed as he stroked my cock. I could
hear Richard giggling off to the side. "Too bad if I have to cut it
off."

I started crying again as they walked off.

"No!" I shouted. "Please don't leave me here like this!"

They continued walking, never looking back. I continued shouting at them
to come back and let me free, but they walked to the car and drove off. I
was left alone, naked and taped to the goalpost. I had no idea what time
it was. It must have been dark for several hours, so I assumed it must be
past midnight.

After what seemed like several hours, my arms were getting extremely
tired. I had been trying to tear the tape by working my hands free, but I
was bound tightly. My legs were weak from standing. I couldn't sit
because my legs were also bound.

I don't think I stopped crying all night. I knew that in the morning
students would arrive and notice the predicament I was in. I would be the
laughing stock of the school. How could I ever go back in there with
everyone seeing me tied naked to the goalpost?

I had always hated my life, but I don't think I had anymore than I did
that night. Throughout the night I remembered every whipping my father
had given to me. I relived the two years I was shunned at school because
of my father's trial. I could feel every time I was pushed into a locker
or hit in the back by an unknown student.

I even saw the poor, pathetic faces of Mark and Bobby as I had made their
lives a living hell the past couple of months. I was beginning to regret
everything I had done to them. It had brought me to the place I now was.
And I hated myself. I hated my life- past and present. I was hoping that
a storm would come up and maybe a bolt of lightning would hit the
goalpost and kill me.

The nightmare was only beginning as the sun began to peek above the
horizon. In another hour the buses would begin to arrive. As they let
students off in front of the school, I'd be clearly visible to them.

As the buses pulled up, students started hanging out the windows and
pointing at me. I closed my eyes and hung my head. I had never been so
humiliated in my life. It seemed like within minutes, the entire school
had emptied out and was standing around the goalpost laughing at me.

I looked up and saw Mark and Bobby approach. Mark fell to the ground
laughing. I screamed out that I was going to kill him when I was freed.
This only caused him to laugh even more.

Dr. Johnson finally appeared with a shocked look on her face. She had the
security officer with her. He cut me down and handed me his jacket to
cover myself. He grabbed me by my arm and quickly led me back into the
school. Students were laughing wildly as I walked through the corridor to
the office with my bare ass exposed.

Once in Dr. Johnson's office, she appeared and handed me a blanket. I
wrapped it around myself and broke out in tears.

"Can you tell me who did this to you?" She asked angrily. I could only
shake my head no. I remembered what Randall had said about cutting my
balls off. If he had done this much, then I didn't think he'd give it
much thought to carry out his threat.

"No, Ma'am." I cried. "I was blindfolded the whole time." She could
tell I was lying, and kept insisting I must have known. I kept denying
it.

"I've called your uncle," she said. "He's on his way."

I started shaking uncontrollably. I knew the temper he had. He definitely
would not be happy with this situation.

"Where is my fucking nephew?" I heard him shouting outside the office
minutes later. He came barging into the office with the school secretary
trying to hold him back.

Dr. Johnson assured her it was alright. She rolled her eyes and walked
out. My uncle took one look at me and started swearing again.

"Where are your fucking clothes?" He shouted.

Dr. Johnson explained how I had been taped naked to the goalpost; and
that the entire school had witnessed the event.

"Call the god damned police." He insisted. He walked over and picked up
the phone. "If you don't, I will. Some pervert needs to be arrested."

Just then the security officer walked in followed by Bobby. He looked
over at me and lowered his head. I knew he had to be the one behind this
plot.

"Who the fuck is this?" My uncle rose from his chair and headed over to
him. The security officer stepped between them.

"You the fag who did this to my nephew?" He shouted. I could tell that
Bobby was upset. Before he could say anything another man entered the
room. I was told it was the superintendent of the schools.

He asked me what happened, as my uncle continued to rave. When I said I
didn't know who did it, he rose and headed towards me.

"You fucking liar." He shouted as the security guard grabbed him. "You
know who did this. Tell them so they can be arrested."

I looked over at Bobby and he was crying. I was getting ready to tell
them that I suspected that he and Mark were responsible for this, when
the secretary opened the door and told Dr. Johnson to turn on the
television.

My mouth dropped when I saw the screen. I was lying on my back with
Ryan's cock deep inside me. I was begging him to fuck me. My face began
to redden as tears filled my eyes. First, the entire school had seen me
naked at the goal post. Now they were witnessing me being fucked by
another boy.

Dr. Johnson quickly turned off the television and disappeared quickly
from the room. My uncle rose and headed towards me with his fists balled.

"You fucking fag!" He screamed. It took the security officer and the
superintendent to hold him back from hitting me. All I could do was sit
wrapped up tightly in the blanket and cry. They drug my uncle out of the
room.

I was left alone with Bobby. I looked up and saw him staring at me.

"You happy?" I mumbled through tearful eyes.

"Yeah." He said confidently. "I am. You deserved it."

We sat quietly for another minute until Dr. Johnson, the superintendent,
the security guard and my uncle returned to the room. The security guard
remained close to Uncle Roger.

"Get your ass up, Boy." He shouted. "We're going home. I'm calling
your aunt in Arkansas. You can take your faggot ass there and live.
You'll not stay in my house another day."

"What about the police charges?" Dr. Johnson asked.

"There will be no charges." My uncle shouted. "Fag got what he
deserved." He grabbed my arm and headed out the door. He pulled me down
the hall, still wrapped in the blanket.

After we left the office, I saw Mark, Richard and Randall standing in a
corner talking. They stopped and looked at me. I expected them to laugh
at me, but they didn't. However, I knew they were happy seeing me like
this. I guess my uncle and Bobby were right. I did deserve this.

The next few hours went by quickly. I was told to pack my belongings
while my uncle called my mother's sister in Arkansas. I had only met her
a few times. Uncle Roger didn't even give her a chance to refuse. He
told her if she didn't take me, he was going to kick me out into the
streets.

So at 4:37 in the afternoon, I was on a plane to Arkansas. California was
now a part of my past.

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