Kevin's Second Lesson

I was surprised when Kevin called me, almost three weeks after I had tied him to my bed and fucked him up the ass. At the time, to get him to cooperate, I had lied and told him I was videotaping the session, and that in a week, he could have the tape back. When the week was up and I hadn’t heard from him, I assumed he’d just decided to put the whole thing behind him. When the rape had occured, we’d been attending the same college and living in the same apartment building, but he’d dropped out and moved away.
But here he was, on the other end of the phone, and just hearing his voice made my 6 inch cock stand up and salute. While we talked, I massaged it slowly through the thin material of my boxer shorts.
Kevin asked for the tape.
“Yeah, come over and get it,” I told him.
“Give me an hour, and I’ll be there. You didn’t make any copies, right?”
“Right. Like I promised. Don’t worry.”
“Yeah. Thanks.”
“How’s your ass?”
He hung up. Rude bastard.
The day after our little encounter, I had taken some money out of my savings and purchased the smallest camcorder I could afford. It was designed to be hidden so you could catch your babysitter or maid or whoever. I loaded it with a tape, and waited until Kevin knocked on my door.
“Coming!” I had put on some loose-fitting sweat pants after his call, and I slipped the ‘corder into a pocket.
Kevin wouldn’t look me in the eyes, after I opened the door. “Hey,” he said, to the hall carpet.
“Come on inside, bro.”
“Can I wait here?” Man, he sounded whipped. Good.
“No, come inside.”
Reluctantly, he followed me inside. He twitched a little when I closed the door and turned the thumbbolt.
“The tape?”
“Just a minute. You want a cold soda or something?”
“No, thanks.”
“Okay.” I sat down on the couch. Kevin stood across from me, by the door. He fiddled with the brim of his ballcap. “Kevin, I’ll give you the tape, but first, you gotta do something for me.”
“What?”
I grinned. “Suck my cock.”
He turned beet-red. “Fuck you! No!”
“Kevin …” I pulled out the camera and switched it on. “See the red light? Come on over, fella.”
“No, no, I won’t do it.”
“Come on man, do it and I’ll give you the tape, otherwise …”
With a sob, he lurched to me and dropped to his knees. I lifted up slightly so I could pull off my sweat pants and boxers. My cock was half-erect. He stared at it, then at me. I pushed the Record button on the camera.
“Do it, but first turn your hat around backwards.”
After he had done as I commanded, he lowered his mouth to my dick and began to suck it. Eh, he wasn’t any good at it. Sloppy, no pleasant suction. I used to believe there was no such thing as a bad blow, but Kev proved me wrong.
“Ah, you can’t fucking do this right, fuck-tard,” I told him. “I’m dissatisfied. Come on, do it better or this tape goes nationwide.”
He went to it with a will; good suction, still a little sloppy but I let that slide.
It started to feel really good after a while, and I began to thrust my hips, gently at first, then a little harder. Kevin backed off, and I grabbed his head with my free hand and forced him down. I face-fucked him good, and once in a while he’d make a choking sound.
“Suck that cock, bitch,” I muttered.
When I felt my orgasm coming, I didn’t tell him. Once my hard dick went off and shot the inside of his mouth full of hot sticky cum, he gasped and jerked away from my grip. Shocked, he stared at me as goo trickled from the corners of his mouth. Then, he spat it at me.
It hit my chest. I laughed.
“Faggot!” he roared at me. I reminded him who had just sucked the dick, and he got to his feet.
“Give me the tape!” he demanded.
I stood up too, my pants still around my knees, my still-hard cock pointing at him.
“Ha ha, guess what, there was no tape.” I waggled the camcorder at him. “But now there is.”
What happened next is a blur. I remember Kevin knocking the ‘corder from my hand, and I recall falling, but everything else is gray, at least until three hours later, when I regained consciousness. My video camera was gone, there was blood in my mouth, and I had apparently gotten the shit beat out of me by dear old Kevin.
I suppose I deserved it.