Revenge is best served very cold.
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Yeah, fuck yeah! I was gonna take that bastard Trey’s dick. The pieces of the plan fell together when I got a message on my answering machine from Mr. Trey himself. What an asshole, I thought as I listened to his recorded voice saying, “Hey, Jarhead, my folks are going out of town this weekend. There’s a party at my house Friday night. I bet you’d give your left nut to suck me off some more. Ha ha ha. My stupid bitch Chrystal will be there but you can still blow me ‘cause I’m gonna give her some roofies so we can all fuck her, except you, fag boy. See ya Friday.” Unknowingly, he had given me a plan and sealed his sorry fate. I laid low and counted the moments until Friday night. I showed up at Trey’s about 10:30. There were only about 10 people at his house. As parties go, it was pretty much a dud, which was fine for my purposes. As I was getting a drink, Trey slid up next to me on the patio and said “I am so horny. I can’t wait to get those little faggot lips around my big ass dick. I might even let you keep your other nut if you swallow my big load. I’m gonna give the bitch the roofie in about a half hour, so we can have some fun, eh Jarhead.” What ever shred of doubt I may have had about my plan evaporated at that instant. Trey then put the topper on by saying, “you know in a way, I’m kinda doing you favor, dude.” “How’s that, Trey?’, I wondered. He said, “Well, along with squishing your other nut, maybe I’ll slice off your dick, too. Then you can be the be the bitch I know all you gay boys really want to be.” He grinned an evil grin and started laughing. I had planned to be “sick” in order to be seen leaving the party and avoiding suspicion, but what that ignorant fuck just said made me violently ill, for real. Trey turned back in my direction at the sound of me retching and said, “you really are a puke, fag boy.” I sat outside, alone on the porch letting my stomach settle and collecting my thoughts on what I was about to do. After 15 minutes or so, I went back inside to hang for a few and then make sure that everyone saw me leave. I was so nervous, I wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. To my relief, there was only 2 other guys still there, one of whom was saying his good nights. Chrystal, Trey’s “dumb bitch” as he always called her, was starting to fall out, from the effects of the drugs, it appeared. Trey was rubbing his dick and saying to Josh, the other guy still there, “dude I’m gonna stick my fat ol’ dick right her mouth. She NEVER let’s me do that when she’s conscious.” Again, with that evil gleam in his eye as he said to Josh, “I know, dude. You bone her in the ass while I fuck her mouth.” Josh clearly didn’t want any part of Trey’s twisted games and said, “Uh, that’s OK, Trey. I gotta be getting home anyway. I have to work at 8 AM.” Seizing the opportunity, I told Trey, “I’m still feeling really sick, dude. I think I’m gonna bail, too.” Trey just glared at me, knowing he couldn’t really say anything without exposing our “arrangement”, which he wasn’t about to do. As Trey tried to talk Josh into hangin’ for a while, I said “I gotta piss before I split.” Trey continued to try and change Josh’s mind. I went into the bathroom and fished the two roofies I’d gotten from one of my druggie friends out of my pocket. I flushed the toilet and came back in to the den. Trey was walking toward the front door with Josh, as I slipped the two tabs into Trey’s freshly opened 40 ounce brew. I called out, “hey Josh, wait up, I walk out with you.” “Sorry I feel so shitty” I said as I slid past Trey and toward my car. I heard Trey say, “You two are lame ass fuckers, anyway. Fuck you both.” Josh and I sort of shrugged at each other and drove off. I figured I needed to give the Rufinal 20 or 25 minutes to work, so I drove a ways, parked the car and waited. Trey’s house was pretty isolated, so it way not likely anyone would see me headed back to his house. Just to be safe, I turned off the headlights as I pulled into the drive back at his house. I parked in a spot where my car wouldn’t visible from the road. My heart was pounding as I quietly went up the steps toward the house. I peered through a window and saw what I’d hoped for. Trey seemed to be passed on the couch next to Chrystal. I opened the front door and called out, “Hey Trey, it’s Jared! “Trey?” I called again. No response. God, this is perfect, I thought. I rounded the corner into the den and was treated to the sight of Trey out cold, next to his “dumb bitch”. The 40oz was nearly empty in front of him, as his sat with his pants down around his ankles with a raging hard on, for what would be the last time. All 8 ½ fat inches of his soon to be doomed dick were at full erection. I tried to shake him just to be sure he was really out. I moved the coffee table away to allow room to do what I had to. I sank to my knee and took all of his massive dick into my throat, down to the root for what was to be the blow job he’ll never remember, with the results he’d never forget. He never moved once, as I continued sucking. His penis grew rock hard as the cum welled up. As he came, I bit down as hard I could on the base of his dick. The coppery taste of blood began to mix with the taste of cum as I bit even harder. Gnashing my teeth and biting with all my might, Trey’s dick was finally loose from his body and in my mouth. There was a lot of blood, but not much as I thought there might be. I took Trey’s dick out of my mouth and thought to myself, look at you now, you dickless mother fucker! I took my fingers and opened Chrystal’s mouth. I put Trey’s severed dick in her mouth, then spat the blood from my mouth on to her blouse. I started to survey the scene when I realized in put the penis in her mouth with the head facing out. That would have raised a few questions. I corrected the error, then fled quietly into the night Trey was always complaining the she would never blow him so, the way everyone figured was they got a little drunk. He forced himself on her and she bit his dick off. This is the first time I’ve told this story, so if by some chance Trey is reading this, Fuck You! Motherfucker! Jared aka Jarhead LOL!