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You’d have to know Billy to appreciate this story, I suppose… He’s one of those good-looking guys with a confident swagger and cocksure attitude that attracts attention from women and makes men self-conscious. I had wanted him from the first moment I saw him, but knew that he was extremely straight. Typical to his type, he was a womanizer who treated the women around him like they should be thankful to be in his presence. Imagine my shock and horror when he married my sister. For the next 7 years everything seemed fine; he gave my sister two beautiful babies and was making them a good life. Maybe people can change? It was only a few months after the second child arrived that we first learned of his infidelities. It came as a shock to the rest of the family, while I secretly gloated over my predictions that it was inevitable. Of course my sister was wrecked, and in turn I was furious. I wanted to hurt him--like he had hurt my sister. I waited the appropriate amount of time for the family to begin to heal and for things to get back to a normal order before I began sending him emails trying to make peace between us. Then I called him one day and asked him if he’d like to join me for a weekend of camping. He readily agreed, eager to get away from the house and the tension for a few days. I was primed and ready to make him pay for what he had done and make sure it never happened again. On Friday I picked him up and together we set out for the woods. I had already picked out a remote area, far removed from any other campers or foot traffic. We set up camp near a stream and built a big fire as the sun began to set. I started cooking while he made himself comfortable against a nearby log. What a vision he was. At 5’8” and 170 hard muscled pounds, he was the picture of men’s health. Light brown hair cut tight on the sides and back, longer on the top, and those green eyes that seemed to glow in the firelight. His smile could stop traffic and was only one awesome feature of his chiseled face that made him breathtakingly handsome. Today he wore a tight fitting ribbed tank with an open flannel shirt over it and a pair of jeans that accentuated every heavenly curve and bulge on his body. I was brought back to the task at hand when he grinned and asked if I’d like a beer. I offered to get them and he settled back against the log again. Returning only moments later, I handed him the slightly tainted beer and watched with glee as he began chugging. This wouldn’t take long at all. I wanted him only slightly affected by the drug, not incoherent, just a bit off kilter. I waited until we had eaten and he had downed his 4th tainted beer before I began moving closer to him. At first he didn’t notice, but as I got closer he began looking at me as if to ask what I was doing. I was pleased to see the slightly glazed look in his eyes that told me he was feeling the effects of the drugs. I leaned in very close and whispered seductively in his ear, “I was wondering…was the fuck worth it?” as I grabbed his crotch and began rubbing it. He was obviously startled and began to move away in disgust, but I clamped down tightly on his balls and with a whimper, he quickly calmed down. “I’m not a fuckin’ faggot, get away from me!” he spat. He couldn’t have seen the punch coming before it connected solidly with his jaw. As he slumped backwards trying to shake off the effects of the punch and the drugs, I leaned in closely and asked again, “Was the fuck worth it?” He glared at me as blood trickled from his lower lip and said, “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you!” “Not if I kill you first,” I said, “Get undressed.” When he failed to move, I grabbed his shirt and roughly began pulling it from his body. He fought as much as his fogged head would allow him to, but to no avail. When I went for his pants, he redoubled his efforts and managed to kick me in the gut. I stepped back and caught my breath before landing a kick squarely to the side of his head. He slumped to the side, unconscious, and I finished taking his pants and shorts off. Soon he was naked and I was faced with my first glimpse of his great body in all its glory. I had to grin to myself as I realized that he was a lot less endowed than I had imagined. I began stroking him and massaging his balls in an attempt to make him hard. In no time, his cock was standing at attention. What a stallion. It was a very unimpressive 5” and pencil thin. I pitied all those poor women that endured his self-righteous attitude and was only rewarded with this pathetic dick. I lifted him from the ground and threw him face down on the log he had been relaxing against only moments ago. His legs hung down over the end of the log, while his torso stretched along the length of it simulating the doggie position. I began taking pictures for my personal scrapbook and setup the camcorder to record what was to come. I knew someone who would be very upset that he missed this. I stripped off my own clothes, massaging my aching 8” cock as I contemplated my next move. Worrying that he was stronger than I had anticipated, I decided that tying his hands and feet to the log were probably a good idea. That done, I began drizzling baby oil over his entire body until he was drenched and glistening in the firelight. He began to come slowly awake, shaking his head and not really sure where he was for a moment. I had been waiting for this moment, and when he was fully awake I rammed the full length of my cock deep into his ass in one swift hard stroke. He began screaming with a combination of pain and rage that cannot be duplicated, and which still gives me great satisfaction as I remember it. I didn’t wait for him to become accustomed to the invasion; I grabbed his hips and began a hard slam fucking that took his breath away and made him gasp for air with each new thrust. After a while he started yelling at me with threats of what he was going to do to me when he got loose. I grabbed his hair on the back of his head and pulled back with all my might. He howled in anguish and as I released his hair I leaned over his back and punched him hard in the side of the head. He groaned and growled with a fury I had never seen before and I smiled quietly to myself before I punched him harder in the same place and continued my assault on his virgin asshole. The second hit was too much for him and he passed out again. I was close to cumming and I wanted him awake for that. I reached around his waist, found his cock and balls and began pulling hard on both. Nothing. I pulled my dick from his hot hole, grabbed his now warm beer and walked around to where his head was. Kneeling next to his face, I slid my cock into his mouth and began pouring the beer slowly over his head. He came fully awake instantly this time, with wide eyes that were a mixture of shock, rage, horror and fear. I pushed his head down against the log as I began raping his mouth while he kicked wildly and screamed around my prong. Twice he tried to bite me, but as I shoved my dick further down his throat he quickly released his hold. I knew I’d come away from this with some scrapes and bruises and that was okay with me. As I neared my climax I began taunting him with it. “You know you want it. You want to taste my spunk, don’t you? You want me to blow my wad on your face and in your mouth just like you did to that cunt you slept with. Was the fuck worth it, Billy? Was that piece of ass worth all this?” He glared up at me as I pulled my throbbing cock from his mouth and began shooting volley after volley of my hot seed over his face and in his mouth. He was spitting and yelling in an attempt to get away from it. When I was spent, I offered my cock to his mouth again and told him to clean me off. He made a noise of disgust and it was then that I showed him the knife. Shining brilliantly in the firelight, looking more menacing than it really was, I held it to his throat and said more sternly, “Clean me off, you cock sucking little bastard!” Slowly he began licking the cum from the head of my dick and I began scooping up the cum on his face with my fingers and making him lick those clean too. He gagged more than once, but finally swallowed every drop. I sat back and watched him for a few minutes as he came to grips with what just happened. He was humiliated and emotionally beaten. He looked at me pitifully and quietly asked why I would do this to him. I smiled sadly at him, as if he were too dense to see the truth and said, “Oh Billy… I’ve always wanted to fuck you. The beating was all your doing. Was the fuck really worth it?” He sagged against the log again, obviously defeated in every way, and I hoped that he now understood the pain he had caused. I crawled over and began untying his hands and feet. He sat with his back against the log and I looked him over again. He looked a mere shell of the man he was. Humbled and slack with no sign of the arrogance he came to this place with. His limp dick looked just as sad as the rest of him and as I stared at it, I began to heat up again. I wanted him. This time I wanted him to want it. To fuck me like he had fucked so many women. I tentatively reached over and caressed his cock. It twitched in my hand and he looked up at me with a questioning fear in his eyes. I continued to stroke him as his dick responded to the attention by growing long and full again. I smiled at the sight of it and he blushed with embarrassment at the insinuation. With the other hand I reached for the baby oil and began drizzling it over the front of his lean, hard muscled body, then rubbing it across his chest and abs until he was fully coated. Setting the oil aside, I straddled his legs and lowered myself onto his rigid manhood. I sighed contentedly as he looked up at me bewildered. He was very quiet, subdued even, as if a wild stallion that had just been broken. He was mine and he knew it. I began riding him slowly with my hands locked behind his head, looking into his eyes. The sadness there began to fade as passion took over. He put his hands on my hips and began to speed up my strokes until I was slamming down onto his cock with wild force. He lifted me off the ground and laid me back on the ground, obviously no longer impeded by the drugs! Slowly lifting my legs to his shoulders, he began long smooth strokes into my ass and I began to understand why the women liked him so much. What he lacked in size he more than made up for in technique. I reached around him and grabbed his ass, pulling him harder and harder into me as I shot my load on my chest and face. He began grunting loudly, his entire body shaking with his impending release. He slammed into me one final time and filled me with his hot spunk before collapsing on top of me. As I caught my breath I became aware of him staring at me. He was propped up on one elbow and was looking down on me with a shy grin on his face. As he leaned closer to me I thought he was going to kiss me, but was even more surprised when he began licking my cum from my face. When he was done cleaning me, he rolled off me and lay facing me on his side with that same shy grin on his face. Finally I asked, “What’s so funny?” “I think your plan backfired, buddy,” he said “Backfired? Why do you say that?” “Well, if the intent was to teach me a lesson and keep me from straying again, you only half succeeded. I learned a lesson about who I am and what I’ve done, but now I’ve fucked her brother! And worse, I liked it!” Like my story? Let me know! PrvtScott@hotmail.com