The next few days proceeded uneventfully. Mitch and Serge would meet at the beginning of their shift, discuss any variations in the standard cleaning routine and then go their separate ways. Mitch, for his part, was the ideal employee. He was always on time and his sections of the college were immaculately clean when he finished.
Serge took note of this and quietly thanked himself. Had he been lenient with Mitch then who knows what other liberties his employee might have taken. No, the discipline was in order. Sure Mitch was much older but, sometimes, even an older guy can benefit from a trip over another man's knee. A good sound spanking had been just what Mitch needed.
The following Monday, when Mitch entered the men's locker room to do his nightly cleaning, he saw a bag with his name on it lying on the towel table. Curious, he opened it up. At first he was angered by what he saw but then he wondered if Serge might be making a kind of peace offering. The bag contained a brand new three-pack of Hanes men's briefs. They were white and of the same style that Mitch had been wearing before Serge had ceremoniously removed them. Inside the bag was also a brief note that read: "Thought you could use these...Serge."
Mitch looked at the new underwear and thought: "What kind of man buys underwear for another guy?" His first reaction was to take the briefs and toss them back at his tormentor.
But then he sat down on a bench and thought about it. Perhaps it might be better to play along and let Serge believe that he was contrite and happy to receive such a "gift." This way he might lull Serge into a false sense of camaraderie where the past was forgotten and everything was just fine. In this way Serge might let his guard down and then Mitch would pounce. He would be avenged.
So, that night as they parted ways, Mitch made it a point to show Serge that he had received his gift and he was grateful. Serge smiled and said: "Well, from what I saw a few nights back, it appeared that you were overdue for some new tightie whities."
He then gave Mitch a pat on the back and said good night. Mitch watched him disappear across the parking lot and thought to himself: "I don't know what kind of shorts you wear asshole but one of these days I am going to stuff them in your mouth."
As it turned out, Mitch did not have to wait much longer for an opportunity to put a plan in motion. One evening Serge informed Mitch that on Thursday night he would be a bit late for work as he would be coming from a make-up soccer game. They generally only played on weekends but there was a scheduling problem so the game would be on Thursday.
He would be a dirty mess from the game so he would get cleaned up in the men's locker room first, then dress and head to his work station. He wanted to be certain that Mitch hadn't cleaned the locker room ahead of his arrival. As soon as Mitch heard this announcement a plan began to form in his mind and he spent the rest of the evening refining it as he worked.
Thursday evening arrived and Mitch arrived for work. He carried with him a small travel bag and he walked immediately to the locker room to find a locker in which to hide the bag and its contents. Only turning on one light, Mitch located a locker close to the shower room.
He then opened the bag to be certain that he had remembered all of the necessary tools and equipment. Inside the bag was a white looped packing cord (similar to the one Serge had used on him), a paddle Mitch had gotten one time as a gag gift, a handful of condoms and a new tube of KY lubricant. Yes, everything he would need to avenge himself was in that small bag.
The plan, actually, was simple. Serge would arrive and need to clean up from his soccer match. While Serge was in the shower Mitch would sneak into the locker room. As Serge emerged from the shower Mitch would pounce and render him helpless by securing his hands behind his back.
Then he would take the naked and bound Serge, put him over his lap like a naughty child and paddle him good (no hand needed as the wooden paddle would do the job). Once his cheeks were red enough Mitch would then take his captive, bend him over a bench and plow him.
He had even considered fucking him bareback but decided that in the interest of protection for them both he would wear a condom. When it was all done Serge would understand that he should never have treated Mitch in the way that he had. Mitch would leave that locker room triumphant and avenged!
Mitch had just finished changing some hallway lights when he heard Serge coming down the hall. He appeared to be covered in dirt and mud from head to toe. "Rough soccer match?" asked Mitch.
"You don't know the half of it." responded a visibly angry Serge. "We played a team full of cheaters and the refs seemed to just ignore a lot of it. I could go on but I am late as it is and I need to shower and change clothes."
