Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consentual or reluctant sex.
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Tuesday morning Gary stayed home from working and Jim, his father, took his place.
"I've got a revenge fuck to set up." was his only explanation.
That evening when Ron and Jim returned, Gary was waiting and couldn't contain his eagerness to show them what he'd prepared.
"First of all, "he said, ushering them into the front room of the apartment, "we have the stage." He'd moved the big mattress and box spring from the bedroom and it was now in the center of the front room.
"We need a stage because of this-" He walked over to the bookshelves and showed them a tiny camera with microphone set up there.
"It is hooked up to record to a laptop upstairs." he said. "I got it from our tattoo guy, he uses it in his shop and he lent it to me. I'm going to get that motherfucker on tape this time."
"That sounds kind of dicey." Ron said.
"That big ugly bastard raped me." Gary replied. "Should I let him get away with it?"
"You're right. Payback is a bitch." Jim said.
"Yeah, I'm behind you." Ron chimed in.
"Good, I knew you guys wouldn't let me down. Check this out."
He walked over to the counter in the kitchenette.
"This," he said, "is hummus. But not just any hummus. This side of the dish has the hottest peppers in it I could find at the supermarket. The other side is plain, for us. I already dipped into both sides to make it look like we'd been eating it. Just remember which side is which."
Next he indicated a bottle of Jack Black and a pitcher of water next to it.
"After the bastard gets his tongue burned with the hummus, I'm going to give him a drink to wash it down. Taste."
He poured them each a tiny bit from the pitcher and handed it to them and they both drank.
"But that's pure vodka." Ron said.
"Right. The asshole will think he's getting a Jack and water but it will be Jack and vodka. His mouth will be burning so that he won't be able to tell the difference. But my real masterstroke is this!"
He pulled a joint out of his shirt pocket.
"A reefer? What's the big deal about that?" Ron asked.
"Do you remember last fall when we tried that shit called 'Zombie?'" Gary asked him.
"Keep that away from me if that's what that is! That shit is lethal!" He turned to Jim and told him, "We smoked that stuff one evening after work. Gary woke up the next morning naked with target rings painted on his ass in the bushes outside of the EU. I woke up in bed with two way butch black dykes with a ten inch dildo stuck up my ass. I couldn't get the fish taste out of my mouth for days and those two bitches pestered me for months to come by again, too. That shit is so strong it's like what old angel dust used to be."
"We're not going to smoke it. See this mark on the paper? That's the one for him. I've got special joints for all of us if we need to smoke with him, they aren't even all pot. This mindfucker is for our guest." Gary said.
"So you're going to get him fucked up, then what?" Jim asked.
"I'm just going to let nature take its course and make sure I've got it all on tape. Anybody as angry and mean as that bastard is, is that way for a reason and I'm betting the reason is because he wants to get fucked and can't admit it. Now, let me show you the recording set up and what you need to do."
He took them upstairs and drilled them on how to record and the cues he would give for them to reappear downstairs after his guest arrived. Gary changed into an old jockstrap and then they all sat down to wait.
When the doorbell finally rang, he said, "It's Showtime, fellas. Hit the recorder."
He bounded down the stairs and admitted the black cop from the previous week's run in. The cop entered and looked Gary up and down, then roughly grabbed his ass and fingered his hole.
"Already got your ass out and ready for my big dick, do you? Just can't wait for more of this chocolate bar?"
"I've been waiting all weekend for this." Gary said. "Come upstairs and let me get you more comfortable."
He bounded back up the stairs in front of the cop, his bare ass right at his eye level.
"Where's your buddy? I was thinking I might give him some dick tonight, too." the cop said as he entered the apartment.
"I'll call him." Gary said and went to the stairs and hollered, "Hey, Ron, Black Magic is here!" He turned back to the cop and said, "That's what we call you on account of your magic wand."
Ron came into the apartment, totally nude and walked over to the cop who gave his ass a hard slap and then thrust his hand between Ron's ass cheeks and fingered his hole.
"I didn't get a chance to stretch your ass last time because I was too busy fucking your buddy but tonight you both are going to ride my cock till you can't walk." he said.
Ron just smiled, then walked over to the hummus platter and picked up a chip that he dipped into the plain side. He lifted a big gob of hummus into his mouth and then said, "Have some."
He picked up the platter and walked over to Gary and the cop, who each picked up a chip and dipped into opposite sides of the hummus.
"I made it kind of spicy." Gary said and then popped his chip into his mouth.
The cop smirked and did the same and started to chew. Suddenly, his expression changed and his eyes started to water.
"Goddamn!" he gasped. "How can you guys eat that stuff?"
"I guess it is strong if you're not used to it. Here, let me fix you a drink." Gary said. He popped ice into a glass, poured in a couple of inches of Jack and topped it off with what looked like water. He handed the drink to the cop who threw it back and drained it.
