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St: Revenge Served Hot is Yummy Too (t/t, spank, hair cutting, shaving,
humil, n/c sex)

The following story is fiction.  It contain scenes of spankings, shaving
and non-consensual sex.  If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting
or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.  Of course, one
should practice safe sex more carefully than my fictional characters.

This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited
without permission.  Personal/private copies are permitted only if
complete including the copyright notice.

The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, and suggestions.  E-mail: YLeeCoyote@mail.com


Revenge Served Hot is Yummy Too
By
Y. Lee Coyote

Phil was absolutely furious at what had happened.  He been in his new
school for only three weeks when that punk Benson lured him to the
garage.  He had been expecting to join Benson's posse but they attacked
him instead.  He was caught unawares by the deception.  It was a totally
uncalled for them to cut off his eight inch high Mohawk, destroy his
carefully nurtured, torn-in-just-the-right-places jeans and paddle him
to tears.  And then -- to add insult to injury throw him out -- without
accepting him into the group.  Fortunately he still had his boxers to
sneak home in.

There was another effect to this, however, which he kept quiet from all
the others except his one and only buddy Karl.  He had actually grown a
bit sick of the puck shit he been doing for over a year.  It did not
help that his father was getting on his case about it more and more.  As
his teen hormones drove his conflict with his father he could not change
even though he wanted to.  Well, now he could without losing face and
with a boost in his allowance.  But, in order to survive at school he
would have to do something very soon or everyone would pick on him --
probably for years.  But as it all happened on Friday, he had the
weekend to plan his revenge.

He though about the problem long and hard.  Benson was not really a
leader but a bully and bullies are inherently weak cowards.  A plan, a
combat plan if you will, gradually developed and was finalized after
scouting Benson's home territory.

Monday morning he was waiting for his enemy on his turf.  He approached
him openly under the a cover of deference.  The ruse worked and a minute
later he had Benson totally under his control with a choke hold and
hammerlock.  He forced his captive into the wooded area of the park that
was near the cul-de-sac on the adjacent street to where the bastard
lived.  Once they got past the couple of houses it would be safe to get
his revenge.  A hundred something meters into woods they would be alone.

As soon as they reached the clearing as he planed, he released Benson
who immediately started to yell, rant and make vile threats.  "Quiet!"
he roared, "All I want to hear from you is 'Yes, Sir!' and an apology.
Now down on your knees."  Benson practically went into shock.  He was
being ordered about like a slave by an ferocious master who had already
proven his physical superiority.  He was too scared even to think of
running and started to babel like a baby.

"Quiet!" snarled Phil.  "Down on your knees to apologize, boy."  Benson
stood frozen.  Phil reached out and pushed him down to his knees.
Easily he then forced Benson's face into the rotting leaf litter
covering the ground.

Low murmurings came from the cowed boy.  Perhaps he was saying "I'm
sorry."  A foot on his back forced him down even more so that his face
was pressing on Phil's other boot.  "Lick my boot, boy."  Benson
hesitated and the heavy boot pressing on his back became heaver.  He
complied with the order.  Phil glanced to the side and saw Karl with his
video camera.  They traded thumbs up.  Things were going according to
plan.  Perhaps even better.

Phil grabbed Benson's long hair and hauled him to his feet.  Then
face-to-face he told him that he was going to pay big time for what he
did Friday.  He held out a box cutter as he grabbed the collar of
Benson's shirt.  He gave a small cut and yanked hard.  The shirt ripped
all the way to the bottom.  A couple of more yanks and it was in tatters
on the ground.  Benson's baggy cargos were the next to go.  Phil grabbed
the waist band and pulled up and out.  The box cutter easily cut through
and he ripped them the rest of the way.  A quick cut and the other leg
yielded also.  The nice shiny boxers went next.  A single slash through
the elastic waistband and they had no fight left.

Benson was standing -- quivering -- in just his boots and socks.  Phil
smiled at him and pushed him back down on his knees and then pressed his
face to his crotch -- tented with the hardness of domination.  "I did
not have time to jerk off this morn because I had to meet you.  You'll
help me out now, won't you, boy."  Benson remain frozen.  "Open my pants
and take it out. _One-eye_ is very anxious to meet you.  He been telling
me that since he saw you last Friday."  Fearful of disobeying, Benson
reached up and opened Phil's pants which slipped down.  Phil then pushed
down his boxers. _One-eye_ and Benson were head to head.

"KISS HIM!" Phil commanded.  And Benson complied.  Then he ordered:
"FRENCH KISS!"  Benson used his tongue and Phil grabbed his hair -- the
waist length hair that Benson was so proud of -- and started to face
fuck the cowed and terrified bully.  It did not take long for the
dominant teen to fire his load.  Benson had no choice but to swallow as
it was blasted down his gullet.

Phil led him over to the stump and made him sit.  All the time he
stroked his hair.  "Benson, your hair is just like my girlfriend's back
in my old home town.  It not good that you have hair like a girl's.
People will start thinking queer things about you.  I think that you
need to cut it short.  I just happen to have a scissor for you to do
it."  Phil took the scissor out of his bag and handled it to Benson.
"Start cutting..." he paused for effect "... or I'll yank it out."  Phil
gave a little tug.

Benson was terrified.  He took the scissor and began to cut.  At first
he left it fairly long like a page boy.  Phil could see the tears
falling from his eyes as foot and a half lengths of hair fell to the
ground.  Phil also noticed that he was hard.  Even in his fear he was
excited sexually.  Of course, Phil was not satisfied and finished the
job.  A few minutes latter Benson's head looked like he had a fight with
an angry Edward Scissorhand.  His hair was short and very ragged.  "That
so much better, boy.  You don't look like a girl now." purred Phil.
"I'm sure your parents will be most pleased."

"You look like a boy now.  But you're a very naughty boy.  And we all
know what happens to naughty boys; don't we?"  Benson was silent.
Obviously more was to happen and he was scared.  Phil pulled him to his
feet and sat on the stump.   "They get spanked, _young man_.  They get
spanked and paddled.  They get spanked and paddled until their little
bottoms are hot crimson red."  With this he pulled the naked boy over
his lap.  He caressed and admired the soft buns before him.  This was
going to be great fun.  Even more fun than wack-a-mole game at the
arcade.

He brought his hand down hard.  Benson yelled and he repeated the action
on the other cheek.  The yell was also repeated.  Phil spanked long and
hard being driven by still fresh memories of the stuff that Benson and
his buddies did to him last Friday.  Soon Benson's ass was crimson and
fiery hot and he was bawling like a baby.  Phil and Karl exchanged
smiles as the  camcorder remembered all.

Eventually, Phil was satisfied and stopped spanking although the crying
continued.  He pushed Benson off and he was lying on the ground.  His
cock was still hard and jutting through his fly.  Taking a condom from
his bag he rolled it on.  The real fun was about to start.  He lifted
Benson's legs and knelt with them on his shoulders.  His steel-like
shaft rammed its way into Benson's hole.  It felt good.  It was just not
a simple fuck but a revenge fuck even though Benson and his buds had not
done that to him.  In and out; in and out; in and out of the tight hole.
It was bliss.  He would have to do this more often.  Soon he shot his
load into the condom.

He let Benson's legs down but kept him impaled.  The bully had stopped
crying and Phil could see that he had shot his own load on to his chest.
He rubbed the cum into Benson's chest saying: "You enjoyed that, boy.
Don't worry we do it again."  The he reached into his bag and pulled out
the mustache clipper he had gotten for this special event.  He grabbed
Benson's cock and held it to the side and easily clipped his bush.
First one side and then the other.  He even did the few hairs that were
to the side.  Soon Benson was pubeless as a ten year old; like the guys
he tormented in the gym showers.

He withdrew and cleaned his cock on the rag that had been Benson's
shirt.  Smiling, "It time to get to school, boy.  Don't want to be late
and get a detention, do we?"

"I got to go home.  I'm naked." whined Benson.

"Get up, boy."  Phil commanded.  Benson slowly complied.  "Even though
you just been spanked, you want to be a naughty boy and cut school.  I
guess that you need another lesson, boy.  Lean over that stump."  Again
Benson complied completely cowed by the young man he had wronged.

"Now let's see if you can count to six, boy.  Make a mistake and we
start over."  Phil folded his belt in two and took a full swing at
Benson's upturned butt.  It landed with a loud WHACK!!  And Benson
yelped.  After fifteen seconds Phil gave him another cut.  Again a yell
but no counts.

"I suggest that you start counting, boy."  He said giving him a third
hard cut.

"Three." was the week response.

"No, boy.  You start at one." and he repeated the cut.

"One."

"NO!  With a _sir_." and he gave him another.

"One, sir."  Benson squealed.

Surprisingly he managed to get to six with any more errors but his butt
was flaming red and sore deep down.  A couple of cuts had hit lower and
left marks on his upper thighs.

"Time for school, boy."

"But I'm naked; I got to go home." pleaded Benson.

"No problem.  I have some extra clothes in my bag you can use."  He
handed Benson a Baby Toons T-shirt that barely came down to his navel
and some short-shorts which were very tight.  "PUT THEM ON, BOY.  YOU
CAN'T GO AROUND NAKED."  That logic struck Benson as right.  It would be
easier to sneak home in these baby clothes than naked.

"Now it's off to school, boy." said Phil putting his hand on Benson's
neck and griping tightly.  "But I lost my bag.  I have to go find it."

"Is this it?" said Karl.  "Found it in the street, little boy."  Benson
was crushed even more.

"You ought to thank Karl for bringing that to you, Benson.  I'll bet
he'll appreciate a nice blow-job as a thank you."  He pushed Benson to
his knees once again and Karl stepped into position.  He even opened his
own jeans and let his hard cock pop out.

"Please...." begged Benson but to no avail.  Karl's shaft was shoved
deep into his begging maw where it soon deposited a large load which
flowed down join Phil's in Benson's stomach.

"Time for school." Phil announced cheerfully.  "I don't want my new PAL
to miss any important classes.  You're my boy, now."  Benson begged to
be allowed to go home but soon the three were entering school just in
time for the first period.

Phil and Karl both made sure that Benson stayed in class where everyone
noticed his mutilated hair -- the hair that they knew he had been so
proud of -- and his strange, childish clothes.  His close buds, those
that had helped Benson get Phil, realized that Phil had gotten even and
kept their distance.  Everyone else wanted to know what it was all about
but the three that knew were not talking.

It was only in the locker room at the start of the third period, that
Benson realized the extent of the horror that was to come.  They were
still in the swimming group and it was BA class.  Earlier he had thought
that he could hide his pubeless crotch by being quick in the showers but
no way through swim class.  And everyone knew that he had a big bush
last week.

Phil observed just the reactions in the showers and by the pool he had
hopped for.  Everyone knew Benson's propensity of scalping others
against their will and realized that his hacked hair was surely revenge.
Now they saw the full extent of it -- his bald pubes where he had
sported a nice bush before and his bright crimson butt.  Since he had
been tormenting others on their lack of pubes for more than two years, a
lot of guys made pointed comments.  And he was trapped in swim class.
His pals avoided him as best as they could.

When Phil and Karl made sure that Benson kept with them at lunch
everyone else knew that something was up.  It was then that Karl
explained that he had gotten some great pictures this morning and that
they were safely uploaded to a special website.  The location would be
made public unless a certain hairless boy was a very, very good,
obedient and non-bullying boy.  "You understand that boy?"

"Yes, sir." sniveled a fearful Benson, "Yes, sir."

"Clear the table, boy."  And as the embarrassed Benson, with four
red-cheeks, carried the three trays to return counter Phil and Karl
smiled as they watched his (former?) friends watching.

The End

(C) Copyright A.I.L.  October 1, 2003

Y.

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