Revenge Is Sweet_(0)

REVENGE IS SWEET


I was having problems at school. I was being bullied by this guy, Hugh Rooney, who was 15, two years older than me and the son of one of the town’s top and richest businessmen. Like father like son. Hugh and his gang would abuse me verbally calling me ‘cock sucker’ and ‘faggot’ every chance they got but always out of hearing of adults. Everyone was scared of him, or rather what his father could do, and so I was on my own.
I put up with it best I could by being a smart ass but the more their putdowns didn’t affect me the angrier they got. Then one day Hugh and his buddies attacked me physically on the way home from school. Okay, most I got was bloody nose but …
My dad was furious when he found out what had been going on and he insisted on dragging me over to Hugh’s place for a confrontation. Why do dads always think this is the best solution? I should have given my dad more credit. He’d also been on the receiving end of Hugh’s dad’s bullying tactics in business.
They lived in a wealthy neighborhood in a two-story mansion with swimming pool and tennis courts. When we drove up I couldn’t help but be impressed that bullying paid so handsomely. It was the weekend and we expected Hugh and his dad, Mr. Rooney, and his mom, Rachel, and his sister, Emma, to be home. We knew they had servants so we were surprised when Mr. Rooney himself opened the door. He’d obviously been swimming as he was still wet and wearing a pair of budgie smugglers, those Speedos that show off your body and your dick.
I’d never seen Mr. Rooney except in suits driving in his flashy car so I was surprised by how trim his body is and how big the outline of his flaccid cock looked. He smiled when he saw us.
“I know why you’re here. Come in.”
He ushered us through the house and out to the pool area as if we weren’t good enough to soil the carpet in his home.
“So, you’ve come to apologize,” he smirked.
That took the wind out of our sails.
“Not exactly,” my dad said. “We came to hear your apology and that your son will be reined in.”
“Interesting development,” Mr. Rooney smirked. I didn’t like that smirk. He had this all planned out. But if it was the smirk I didn’t like I sure did like that tanned body. He was as muscular as my dad and I noticed he had a home gym to one side of the pool.
“So your faggot son sexually harasses my son at school every day even after he’s told to stop and you expect an apology from me,” Mr. Rooney said.
“Have you ever propositioned Hugh, son?” my dad asked.
“Never,” I said truthfully. Not that I wouldn’t like to but, with his reputation, I always gave him a wide berth.
“Not what my son says,” Mr. Rooney said.
“I guess if you asked around the school you’d find out who’s telling the truth,” my dad suggested. Smart move. But anticipated.
“I suppose you might just find one or two people stupid enough to agree with your faggot son’s version of events. However, I would point out to you that about half the parents of pupils at that school work in my businesses and probably another third rely on my business activity for their livelihood.” He was calm as a snake.
Even my dad did business dealings with Mr. Rooney. I knew this had been a mistake. Mr. Rooney had been baiting dad by calling me a faggot, just like his son. Dad had not risen to the bait much to Mr. Rooney’s consternation. He had a platoon of lawyers ready to sue at the touch of a phone pad.
Mr. Rooney put his arm around dad’s shoulder. “Look, your son is a screaming cock sucking ass licking slut! He takes cock up his butt better than any whore in town.” He waited for a reaction.
My dad smiled: “Regardless of what you think my son may be, I want your son to lay off. Or else.”
“Or else what?” Mr. Rooney laughed. “I’m the one playing from a position of power here and don’t you forget it.”
He was getting angry because my dad was keeping his cool.
“Look at the faggot,” he said pointing to me. “I’ve never seen a mouth better made for cock sucking.” He reached over and thrust his thumb into my mouth like he was examining an animal. My dad didn’t move. I licked Mr. Rooney’s thumb and sucked. He looked shocked but I noticed his cock twitch briefly.
“Fucking faggot,” he spat as he pulled his thumb out. “What’s the matter?” he snapped at my dad. “Too chicken to help your cock hungry son? Too chicken to come to his defense?” He made clucking noises.
“My son can look after himself,” my dad said calmly and winked.
“Oh, so that’s why you’re here? Your son can look after himself?” And Mr. Rooney laughed.
“No, I’m here as a warning.”
“So consider me warned, chicken shit!” Mr. Rooney practically yelled at my dad. He was trying hard to provoke but it wasn’t working. “Come here boy,” he commanded me. “So what you gonna do,” he said to my dad, “If I decide to find out if your precious faggot son really does suck cock?”
My dad just smiled, Mr. Rooney pulled his cock out and stuffed his half hard prick in my mouth. “Suck it you little slut cock sucker shit eater! Taste a real man’s cock!” he thought that would be enough provocation but my dad didn’t move and I surprised Mr. Rooney by swallowing his cock down my throat. He hardened immediately and was angry with himself.
“So, even seeing your son being totally humiliated doesn’t rile you?” Mr. Rooney said. “What sort of father are you?”
Dad’s cell phone rang and he took it out and answered it. He spoke softly. Mr. Rooney was more interested in this new feeling in his cock than my dad’s reaction now. He grabbed the back of my head and rammed his cock in, grunting the whole time. “Hugh was right, you are a fucking cock sucker!” I knew then that Mr. Rooney knew the real story behind the bullying at school and would never do anything about it. Or about his little princess, Emma. who was a tyrant in the making in her school.
Mr. Rooney’s name calling got nastier and filthier the closer he got to coming. At last he blew a huge load down my throat while he held the back of my head. I felt his cock spasm in my mouth and tasted his cum. I swallowed it all and he pulled his cock out and wiped it across my face. My dad folded his cell phone and put it away.
“Now get the fuck out of here,” Mr. Rooney snarled at us. “And if I ever hear a word about what went on here today I’ll sue the ass off you until you’re so fuckin’ poor you’ll be living in a cardboard box.” He opened the side gate and pushed us out all the while making chicken noises.
When we got back to the car, dad said: “Nice cock?”
“Juicy,” I said. “Pity it’s attached to such a prick.”
Before he started the car my dad showed me the footage on his mobile phone of me being abused and face raped by a man who was practically frothing at the mouth.