Teaching Kevin A Lesson

When I came out about a year ago, there were three people I didn’t tell: my parents, and Kevin.
I’ve known Kevin since high school, and I’ve never been able to stand him. He’s the hugest homophobe in the world, and an asshole to boot.
Unfortunately, we ended up attending the same college and living in the same apartment complex. He would make it a habit to come over every Friday night, with at least two six-packs of cheap beer. I got tired of coming up with excuses to keep him from coming in, so I just put up with him.
Finally, though, I had had enough. I decided that if I had the balls to tell my friends that I was gay, I had the balls to tell Kevin to fuck off.
Friday night he showed up drunk and carrying the usual $2.99 six-packs. He shoved his way into my apartment, pissed. Kevin plopped down on my couch and went into a thirty-minute rant about fags and queers and how much he hated them. I leaned against a wall and watched him, thinking about how much I despised him. I wondered what he would do if I suddenly rushed him, and shoved my cock in his mouth. I got an instant erection.
When Kevin’s rant ended, I prepared to give him the news. Before I could though, he blinked and said, “The room’s spinnin’, dude.” Then he slumped over. I went over and checked him out. He’d just passed out, and I wondered how much he’d had to drink before coming over.
My cock was still hard, and watching him, I got an idea. I reached down and undid his pants. We’re both jocks, but Kevin stands three inches shorter than me, and he’s lighter. I had no problem fireman-carrying him down the hallway to my bedroom. I placed him face-down on my bed, turned his head to the right, and went into the kitchen.
Under the kitchen sink I keep a toolbox, full of the basics: hammer, nails, screwdrivers, et cetera. There’s also a lenghth of thin, strong rope, and I took it out and used a steak knife to cut two pieces of rope, each about two feet long. I returned to the bedroom.
Kevin was still out. I grabbed his left arm, stretched it out so his fingertips touched the headboard, and used one of the rope pieces to bind his wrist to the bedpost. I repeated this process with his right.
My cock was really straining against the tight confines of my jeans at this point, so I stripped naked and rubbed my thick shaft a few times. I took out a tube of KY Jelly from my nightstand and squeezed a small amount on my 6 inches. I made sure to spread it around good, then I tugged Kevin’s pants down to his ankles. I discovered that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I grinned and spread his asscheeks apart with my hands, being as rough as possible. My plan was to rape him up the ass, then untie him and carry him back to his own apartment, which was only four doors down. I’d also bring him his stupid cheap-ass brews. I wondered what he’d think when he came to and discovered his ass was sore, the prick.
I grabbed his hips and raised his ass up a little. My cockhead was just about to plunge into his tight homophobic ass when I heard him mutter. Thinking it was just sleep-talk, I shoved my way inside.
Damn, but his asshole was tight! It was like trying to fuck a pinhole. I withdrew and added more lube to my shaft, for my benefit, not his.
I tried again, with more success. Soon I was happily thrusting away. The only sounds I heard were my balls slapping merrily against his bottom, and the wet slurpy sound of my cock plunging his virgin hole.
I began speeding up, becoming more violent in my movements, and muttering things like “Take it, Kevin. You like this, dontcha. Bitch.”
Suddenly, there was a hoarse, pain-filled shout: “What the fuck! Stop!”
Shit, Kevin was awake! Startled, I withdrew but stayed behind him, watching. His eyes strained to see who had been violating him, his hands were curled into fists, fighting his bonds. My hands were still on his hips, when he began to buck, trying to get away from my grasp.
“Faggot!” he screamed. I guess he finally saw me. “Fucking Michael, get off me queermeat faggot!” Yeah, he saw me.
I shoved his rear end down and slid forward, so my ass rested on his and my cock laid on his lower back. “Listen,” I said, “shut up, okay? Yeah, I’m a faggot. I came out a year ago, but I didn’t tell you because I know what an asshole you are.”
“What are you doing?”
“Right now, I’m just sitting on you. I was ass-fucking you earlier, though.”
That really made him spasm; I was nearly thrown off but I grabbed his shoulders and shoved all my weight down onto his bare ass.
“Stop, okay Kevin? I never liked you, jerk-off. After this, I don’t want to see or hear you, okay? Move out of the building.”
“Untie me!”
“Stop shouting. Listen. I want to teach you a lesson about keeping your big mouth shut. I’m gonna do what I want to you, and you’re going to take it, understand?”
“The fuck I will!”
I thought up a lie: “I’ve been videotaping this for my gay friends, Kevin. If you don’t cooperate, I’ll make a thousand copies and distribute them all over campus and the Internet. Your girlfriend will get a copy, and your sisters, and your parents.”
“Don’t do that, man. Please.”
“Then do what I say. Deal?”
It took him a while to respond, and I was about to say it again when he whispered, “Okay. Whatever.”
“Good.” My cock was still nice and hard. I applied more KY and moved down. I paused at the entrace to his pink tunnel, and said, “I want you to say, please fuck me.”
“Oh shit man, don’t …”
“The tape, Kev.”
He swallowed, closed his eyes, and muttered, “Please fuck me.”
“Louder.”
“Please fuck me! Oh shit, please fuck me, Michael!”
That did it! I shoved my cock in his ass, and Kevin barely held in a scream. I watched his face as I held his hips and screwed him for all I was worth. His eyes were squeezed shut, his teeth were gritted, the lips drawn back in an expression of pain. Good.
I’ve never jackhammered somebody so hard in my life, and it felt great. I was near to cumming, so I slid out and hopped off the bed, and put my cock close to Kevin’s face. He opened his eyes, got a real good look at my glistening dickhead, and tried to turn his face away. I reminded him about the mythical tape, and he stayed put while I jerked off onto his face.
I cleaned up and dressed, and untied him. I told him to call me in a week, and I would give him the tape. I then made him walk back to his apartment with my sticky cum drying on his face.
Kevin moved out later that night, and I hope he does call, because I have something else planned. This time, I really will tape it.