It wasn’t that Professor Hargrove was a particularly vengeful man; it was that he hated Mason–the frat boy football jock currently ruining his class–with such a passion that it was making him understand, for the first time, the appeal of revenge. Perhaps the worst part was that they both knew there was nothing Hargrove could do to him–football was so important at the school that athletes could get away with pretty much anything, while Hargrove was still fighting for a shrinking number of tenured positions. If he flunked a star player he’d never get his contract renewed. So Mason could make him look like a joke and humiliate him in front of the rest of the class while drinking beer in the back, and Hargrove had to take it. At least Mason hadn’t figured out he was gay–apparently the jock had a particular distaste for faggots.
But what could be done? Hargrove humored him and did his best to mitigate the damage, but inside he fumed and wished there was some way he could get back at him. Cruising the internet, looking for porn one night, Hargrove found a strange site he’d never seen before–a video service calling itself “What Comes Around Media”. The videos were all free, and all of them seemed to be focused on revenge fantasies–mostly making men commit humiliating acts on camera–and Hargrove found them all, very arousing, particularly the ones featuring jocks like Mason.
After a little while on the site, a pop-up alerted him to the fact that he could request a particular video if he wanted to. He expected such a service to come with an astronomical cost, but after poking around, it seemed that the service was entirely free of charge–all it required was joining the site as a registered video creator–a process which seemed…very intensive for whatever reason. It required a photo taken with his webcam, a slew of personal information about him, his job and his hobbies…still, Hargrove was a trusting, older fellow. He doubted anything would come of it.
Once he’d finished that process, he discovered that requesting a video was more than a simple suggestion box–the site even gave him a space to suggest a target for the video. Was this for real? How could it be? Still, he did hate Mason, and watching that jock get his comeuppance would be so…fucking satisfying. He put in the young man’s name, the reason why Hargrove wanted him to be in a video, and followed it up with suggestions of what should happen to him. That was something Hargrove hadn’t quite considered completely–but he did have a basic idea. He wanted to see Mason humiliated–in public. Paraded around on a leash by older men, who each take their turns fucking him in every hole, before they auction him off to the highest bidder, making him the personal slave to the winner.
Maybe he had put more thought into it than he was comfortable admitting.
He thought about deleting the whole thing, but decided to just submit it–and then jacked off afterwards, thinking about the whole scenario. The site thanked him for the submission, and told him he’d hear in a few days if it was accepted. It wouldn’t be, he was certain, but it was fun to imagine. Then, three days later, Mason didn’t show up to class–he was a complete no-show. This was strange–because attendance was the one thing every football player knew they couldn’t mess up. He might be late every day, but he always made an appearance, because not even the friendly dean could change attendance records. Hargrove went home and found a message from the site telling him his request had been accepted, and that the video would be released in a day or two. He couldn’t believe it–and when Mason was missing the next two days as well…he started to feel a bit uneasy. Then, that weekend, the video came out, and it was everything Hargrove had asked for.
Mason was dragged into a room full of older men on a leash, dripping with sweat, sobbing. The older men all examined him, toyed with him, and then raped him for close to an hour, before he was finally sold off to the highest bidder. Had it actually happened? It had to be fake…but then where had Mason gone? He asked around campus the following Monday, but he’d disappeared entirely, and no one knew where. It was a dream come true, until Hargrove got a new message from What Comes Around Media.
“By granting your request, as stated in our video creator agreement, you are now obligated to participate in videos yourself. Compliance is required–you may try to resist, but subliminal commands will ensure your compliance, so simply try to enjoy yourself. We will deliver any required equipment to your mailing address. Thank you for choosing to become a part of What Comes Around Media!”
Hargrove thought it had to be a joke, at least until the dildo arrived on his doorstep the next day. It was massive–easily as large as a fist–and he found himself compelled to bring it inside, sat down at the computer, and found an email had been sent with his first request to fulfill. He was to spend at least ten minutes licking and sucking on the dildo, making himself gag on it repeatedly, before fucking himself on it as painfully as possible, and riding it until his legs give out and he collapses down onto the entire length, cumming spontaneously as he does.
He wasn’t going to do that! That was insane. But he began stripping off his clothes, turned on his webcam, and started sucking on the dildo with great enthusiasm, being sure to make himself gag loudly.
With his lack of exercise, his legs gave out after half an hour, and he had to lie on the ground, sobbing in pain for a while before he could haul the massive cock free from his ass and stand up again–when he heard the doorbell. Still naked, he opened the door and found two muscular young men on the doorstep. “Ready to shoot I see,” one of them said, and stepped past him–he spent the rest of the night worshiping their young bodies while they humiliated him over and over again. He hadn’t thought of the possibility that what went around, might come back to him as a nine inch jock cock, just like Mason’s, planted deep in his ass while he begged for more, and more, and more until the early hours of the morning–but you can’t always plan for how revenge will turn out in the end, can you?
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