I grew up in a small town in Utah. The population of Colt City was about 7500 citizens. Most everyone was in the ranching or farming trade. In middle school and high school I was in the choir and a member of the national honor society. I didn't like sports and hated gym class. I was smaller than most guys my age and was bullied from elementary school right up to graduating my senior year of high school. I liked school but hated the bullies that continuously verbally and physically abused me.
It was the popular guys who found the most pleasure in stuffing me in my locker or stealing my lunch money. It was the jocks! The baseball team players were equal opportunity haters. Over the years these school big shots came up with new ways to humiliate me. Anytime that they had an opportunity to embarrass or demean me in front of my peers they would.
The team was made up of the all American type of man-boys. They had the IQ's of high school boys, but the bodies of grown men. They had thick muscles, blond hair and big dicks. They had the looks, the skill and the attitude that the cheerleaders found irresistible. Why these hunks that had everything going for them had to be assholes, I'll never figure out. I couldn't wait until graduation so I could move away, attend college and be rid of these class bullies. Fuck, I hated their guts!
A week before graduation my loving parents were killed in an automobile accident. I inherited the 200 acre horse ranch where I grew from a boy into a man. Out of respect for my parents I decided to become a responsible citizen and keep the ranch running and successful. I wasn't able to leave town as I had planned. The bullies were still there, just a little older, and now a little, more sadistic.
I had dreamed and plotted in my sleep for years what I would do to those muscle heads if I ever had the chance. Being alone on the ranch, I had plenty of time to hatch a plan to get even with each member of the baseball team that kept me from enjoying my high school years. Rip Steel was the first of a long list of hunks who were going to pay for their years of cruel embarrassment that they had caused me. I wasn't going to stand for mistreatment from anyone, anymore!
One night I was coming out of the Farmer John's grocery store and I passed Rip going in. I tried to ignore him by averting my eyes and walking quickly. "Hey you faggot! You're still the disgusting peace of shit that you were in high school," he said loudly so his friends could hear. Everyone laughed. I kept walking to the car where I smiled to myself. Tonight, Rip was going to pay! Muscular, blond, jock stud Rip was going to pay! He would be sorry!
That evening I got the secret room underneath the barn set up for teaching Rip a lesson. The room used to be a root cellar that my grand dad had converted to a bunker during the cold war back in the 1950's. Now the concrete structure was being used as a place of complete privacy that no one new about except me. It was sound proof and well disguised, making it a perfect place for me to keep those who needed to be taught a lesson, captive.
I grabbed the syringe that I had filled with horse tranquilizer and headed over to the local watering hole where the varsity baseball team spent their Friday nights drinking and picking fights. I waited outside the "Boot Kicking Saloon" for Rip. I knew he was in the bar because his truck was parked in front. Drunk, clumsy, and alone, Rip staggered out of the bar and headed for his truck. He stopped on the way to take a piss on the tires of an old Buick. While he was zipping up, I crept up behind him and stabbed him in the neck with the syringe and quickly injected him with the animal tranquilizer. Rip never knew what hit him. He started to stumble, but I directed him to my old farm truck and shoved him into the cab. Drugged and plastered Rip slumped over onto the seat and began snoring away.
I had always admired Rip's muscular body. He was plenty bigger than me. His physical size and his larger than life cocky captain of the baseball team personality were intimidating to me. Although I hated him, he was in my opinion one of the finest men ever produced from Mustang High School. He had every physical trait that a woman could want. He had slept with all the cheerleaders and some of their mothers. He thought he was God's gift to women. He was right! He also had every trait that I wanted in my fantasy man, muscles and a big dick. Unfortunately, Rip grew up in a privileged family. His dad was the mayor of Colt City and Rip was his pride and joy. Rip always had the prettiest girlfriends, the best cars and plenty of money to spend on whatever he fancied. For some reason, Rip got the most satisfaction from being a bully, picking on those smaller or poorer than him. That was all going to change tonight. Rip will be singing a different tune when I am through with him!
When I got Rip into the underground room and stripped him of his clothes, it was clear to me Rip had been hitting the weights hard since graduating. His chest had filled out and his legs were thick. He must have been really working his arms because his biceps and triceps were pumped up and well defined. His dick was maybe a little larger than it was in high school. I used to watch him swagger around the locker room with his big cock swaying from side to side. His balls were hanging loose and low. Several times while I was sitting on the bench getting dressed, Rip would walk up to me naked and stop in front of me with his big dick in my face and say something about me needing his dick. Something degrading and mean, all the jocks would laugh and I would turn red. I guess the reason I turned red was I thought he was one beautiful man. I would have loved to chew on his loose hanging foreskin and feel the weight of his big balls in my hand. If he wasn't such an asshole!
I maneuvered Rip over to the large "X" structure that I had made out of 2 X 6 pieces of lumber. I had added foot rests for his bare feet to stand on. Once he was in place with his back against the large "X". I strapped his legs to the boards. Then I reached up and strapped each arm to the structure as well. One more strap for around his trim waist and he was ready. Rip's body was now stretched in an "X" shape. His ample nuts and his thick flaccid dick were hanging between his wide spread legs. I pulled the rope and the "X" began to rise into the air. I wanted Rip suspended in the air while I punished him for all those years of cruelty.
While he was still out of it, I got the quick release metal ring that was about 1" in circumference and I forced the head of Rip's dick through the ring. I then worked the ring down to the base of Rip's beautiful cock. It was my make shift cock ring. The fit was snug on his thick cock. The ring was designed to be too small for his big man cock. It was part of my plan.
