Underclassmen Revenge

by WearBoxrs <WearBoxrs@aol.com>

Alright, I was an asshole in High School. Probably am now that I am in college, too. I was pretty smart, very athletic, good looking, worked out.... basically had, in my opinion, "all the right stuff." Which meant that anyone who didn't, was a loser.

One of my favorite activities was to push around the underclassmen. I don't know, it was just kinda fun. I had no problem knocking down a big pile of books being carried down the hallway, tripping a kid with a tray of food, tossing the clothes of a changing sophomore out of the locker room and into the hallway. I usually found it funny, and actually, so did most of my friends. I always figured it was pretty harmless. I guess the guys on the other side of my fun and games didn't.

I was at school one day, joggin around the track (helped my endurance for the lacrosse team), and got pelted by a small rock, coming from the woods next to our school.

"Hey, who the _f_u_c_k_ did that?" I yelled, dashing toward the woods, intent on beating to a pulp whoever tossed the stone.

I saw the back of someone running away, deep into the forest of trees, so naturally, I followed. Deeper and deeper I chased the kid, who I was going to teach a serious lesson. Suddenly, I lost sight of him, but kept running.

"Okay, you little _s_h_i_t_, show yourself, and I'll let you live. Make me find you, and take your chances!" I shouted. No answer. I looked around the trees and the shrubs, and found nobody. As I was about to give up, I heard some branches crack behind the trees to my left.

As I rounded the large pile of brush, I was tackled - and not by just one person! Surprised by the "ambush," I was dragged to my feet by not one, but 4 boys - all of them sophomores who I knew from some of my "games" in school.

One of the boys, Kevin, marched right up to me, sticking his finger in my face, "YOU, are a _f_u_c_k_, you know that, Chase?"

"Screw you, you little asshole. Now, tell you boyfriends to let go of my arms before I stage a mass murder here," I demanded.

He just kind of stepped back a few paces, and then laughed. LAUGHED! Was he stupid or crazy, I wondered?? Now, I was pretty well built, and had the strength to match. I could easily take on this little gang of boys, but with one 135 pound weight on each of my arms, I couldn't really figure out how to do that, at the moment.

"No, no, no, Chase, you're still haven't figured it out. And you're supposed to be such a smart guy, too! No, today is payback time. And your bill is past due!" he said, nodding at the two arm-weights on either side of me, who proceeded to drag me over to a fallen tree, hoisting me on top of the large trunk laying on the ground.

"WHAT THE _f_u_c_k_ ARE YOU DOING?" I demanded.

"Collecting," said Adam, another one of the boys, with a laugh. With the two arm-weights still clasped on to me, Adam walked up behind me. I couldn't tell what he was doing, but heard something - like metal being rubbed together. By the time I figured out he was cutting off my t-shirt, it was already gone!

"Oh, man, you are seriously going to pay for that, you little moron!" I warned. Still, everyone just laughed.

Chase walked behind me to join Adam, and I could hear them digging into a bag for something, but couldn't see behind me to find out what it was. Of course, I had a clue when I saw them looping rope around my arms, tying them flat against the tree I was on. Round and around the ropes went- you would have thought they were tying up an elephant. Then Randy, one of the other boys, took another rope, and was tying my torso to the tree, criscrossing my back, ensuring that I wasn't going anywhere. Good thing, because if I could have gotten free, I would have hanged each of them for this. Who did they think they were, anyway??

"Good job, guys," said Kevin, kneeling down so his face was right in front of mine. "You know, for a long time, you have tortured us, and other boys, just because we weren't as smart, or athletic or popular as you. That really hurt, and you didn't care. You enjoyed it. So now, you assHOLE, we're going to really hurt you, and you know what? We don't care. And we're going to enjoy it."

Suddenly, the bleakness of the situation occurred to me. I was tied to a 500 pound tree, deep in a forest, with 4 guys who hated me drooling over the thought of causing me some kind of distresss.

Billy, the fourth boy, moved around in back of me. I felt him tug off my sneakers, and before I could protest, he tugged off my shorts and underwear, tossing them over with my sneakers and leaving me totally naked.

"Okay, okay, boys, you made your point. Now, get me off this _f_u_c_k_in tree, and give me my clothes, and lets forget this ever happened, okay?" I offered, thinking I was being pretty nice by not vowing revenge on them.

"No, sorry, Chase. We haven't even started yet. But we're about to, so get ready," Billy warned.

"For WHAT?" I yelled.

Almost before I could get it out I heard a loud "CAAAARACK CAAAARAAAAACK" and a searing pain came across my ass. I couldn't tell exactly what it was, but it felt like a pretty warn belt or something.

"OOOOOOOWWWWWW, GOD_d_a_m_n_IT!" I shrieked.

CAAAARACK, CAAAARACK, CAAAARACK, landed the belt in succession, with barely a second between them. My entire ass was being covered with this thing, and the pain was rising with each new hit.

"WHAT THE _f_u_c_k_ ARE YOU DOING?" I shouted.

"Collecting," Kevin said, with a cheerful tone in his voice.

I must have gotten whipped about 50 times before it finally stopped. It hurt like hell, but I was pretty pleased with myself that it hadn't broken me.

"Okay, fine, you did it. Now get me off this tree!" I ordered.

"No, Chase, we just started. That was Billy. Now its my turn," said Randy.

CAAAARACK, CAAAARACK, CAAAARACK, it started again, with a fresh, new strength. Randy seemed even stronger than Billy, landing harder swats, and even hitting my totally exposed ass hole, which stung like nothing I've felt before. The pain drove me to grunt, then yell a little, but still, there was not way I would let them make me cry. I would take this like a man, and show these little _f_u_c_k_s how its done.

Randy didn't tire as quickly as Billy, either, and took a little while longer to finish his work. After several minutes, he tossed the belt to Adam, who started his own assault, barely missing a beat.

Probably seeing that my ass was prety well beaten, Adam strayed... down my legs, leaving huge red welts from the belt marks, and then up, across my ass again, to my lower back, leaving long welts across the sensitive skin. Now THIS hurt. A lot! I mean, I can take a good ass whipping as good as anyone can, but stray from the muscular mounds, and now you have some thing to scream about. Which I did.

For a good 15 minutes Adam swung the belt into my flesh, which by this time, felt like someone had lit it on fire. I was gettin hoarse from screaming, and could feel tears well up in my eyes, but there was no way I was going to let them fall! Looking up, I could see Kevin, smiling down at me like that cat that ate the friggin canary. The other two boys - now this was kinda sick, were _f_u_c_k_in rubbin their crotches watchin me get beaten.

No matter what I saw, though, I was still jarred back every couple seconds by Adam layin another stipe on me. As quickly as it started, it stopped. Kevin chuckled.

"Nice work, Adam. My turn," he said. Great. I honestly wasn't sure how much more of this I could take. "Go for it, boys," he added.

What the hell was he talking about? They'd already done their damage. Well, they'd done it to my ass (and back, and legs), which Kevin was taking great pleasure in delivering, now.

Kevin's stroke was different, though. He seemed to take a little more time between each of them... so he could wind up, apparently. Kevin was, unfortunately for me, also the strongest of the bunch. When he landed the belt, I felt it from my toes to the hair on my head. Covering every inch from my legs to my back to my asshole, he tore into my skin.

But what was the deal with the other boys? As I opened my eyes, allowing the first tear to fall down my face, I saw Billy, pants around his knees, jerkin off about 5 inches of _c_o_c_k_. Before I knew it, Billy had walked toward me and, jammed all of it into my mouth.

I couldn't believe it! It was bad enough these little _f_u_c_k_heads were spankin my ass, but now they were gonna rape my mouth? No way, I don't "do" guys, and I sure as hell would never give a blowjob.

"Suck his _c_o_c_k_, there, Chase, or I'll drop this belt, and whip you with a couple of branches till you _f_u_c_k_in bleed out a dozen holes" shouted Kevin.

So, without any other options, I did. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I wasn't putting much effort into this, but I guess it was good enough for that horn-dog, Billy. I felt his _c_o_c_k_ swell up in my mouth before he pulled out (thank God), and shot cum all over my face and hair.

And then, there was Randy. Also already hard from feelin him self up, he decided to play with me. Smackin my face with his thick 6 inches, and laughing, he finally slid it all the way in, till my teeth were gnawing his sparce brown pubic hair. Pumpin in and out of my mouth, I could feel his balls pound against my chin in rythm to Kevin landing that _f_u_c_k_in belt on me, over and over again.

Soon, Randy too started pickin up the pace before pulling out and jerkin his "big" (for his age!) tool until he shot his load, again on to my face, mostly in my hair... (a pattern forming here.)

Adam was next up, since Kevin was still taking out the agression of a thousand angry souls on my backside. Pulling off his shorts, he revealed a good size 6 incher, uncut, and surrounded by a thick patch of brown hair.

Putting it right up to my lips, he demanded, "stick out your tongue and lick it." No way. I was not gonna be an active participant in this.

"Kevin," he proded.

With that, Kevin said, "okay, boys, find me some good sharp branches."

"Ungh, no," I grunted. Frankly, its all I could manage to do. Sticking out my tongue, I licked the skin of Adam's uncut _c_o_c_k_, playing with the foreskin and the head. After gettin it good and soaked, Adam slid the rest in till the back of my throat was pretty well filled. Grabbing onto my ears, he took it out, and slid it in, easily at first, but the a little rougher when he was getting close to cumming. And he did, yanking his _d_i_c_k_ out of me in time to blow his gooey juice onto my head again, which started dripping onto my forehead.

I had no idea of the time, but I must have been going on at least 45 minutes. That's one long stretch to have your ass whipped, let me tell you. My thoughts started to become garbled, tears were flowing down my face, and I had no voice left to scream out with. I actually started to feel a little dizzy, when I saw the belt fly over my head in front of me.

Kevin walked around to face me. "That oughta last you a few weeks, I think. And good luck explaining it to the other guys in the locker room," he chuckled.

But he wasn't quite finished. Unbuttoning his shorts, he yanked them down, with his boxers, showing me a thick, semi-hard 6.5 inch _c_o_c_k_ nestled in a bed of red hair. Taking hold of my ears, he glided his 16 year old _c_o_c_k_ into my mouth, down my throat.

"Suck it, you _f_u_c_k_in asshole," he said softly.

I did. Totally beaten and spent, I had no more energy to fight with. I let him do what he wanted, and felt as his _c_o_c_k_ became rigidly hard, with long, deep strokes into me. He took his time, but after a few minutes, I heard his breathing pick up, his strokes become quicker and his _c_o_c_k_ get even bigger. I opened my eyes as he pulled out of me to see his cum erupt from his _c_o_c_k_. I could actually feel it hit my head, through my hair, as he came, over and over again. He must have saved up a week for this one.

When he was done, he put his monster back in his pants, and told the others to untie me.

"Look, no hard feelings, huh, stud?" he offered. Oh, and in case you do, we can ALWAYS find you, so keep that in mind, he said, giving me a swat on the ass, as he and the other boys walked away.

I was real nice to those boys, in fact, all the underclassmen, until I graduated that June.

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