JUSTIN'S REVENGE

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

We all get inspirations from different places. This story is based on an episode from the show “Without a Trace”. The names are changed as well as some of the events in the story, but basically the episode. Without commercials. Enjoy.

Justin sat at the back of the class, as usual. Hidden by the rest of the crowd. He liked it that way, especially today. They had to write an essay and deliver it to the rest of the class as a speech, and his turn was due up today. The paper he had written was perfect, or at least it was perfect last week. After this past weekend, he was having serious doubts about it. He was just thinking about it when it happened.

She entered the room. Rachel. Long flowing blond hair. She had a few freckles on her cheekbones, but wore them well. Perfect form as she walked in the classroom. Back straight, chest out, poking her little nipples into the sweater. Her dress flowing casually as she walked, covering what he really desired. She was perfect for him. Everything he admired in a girl. Hell, it was everything everyone admired in a girl.

She was the most popular girl in class and as usual, she was accompanied by her gaggle of girls. Justin admired her looks even after what had happened. As she sat down, he watched her dress as it slipped on the seat of the chair. He wanted her, but badly. But after this weekend, it was impossible. He could never forgive her for what she and her friends did to him. He was still having trouble sitting still from it.

A tear fell from his eye and trickled down his cheek. He knew he would never make it through the speech. He had to get out of there, and fast. Just as the bell rang for class, Justin raised his hand.

“M…Mr. Deveraux?” He asked.

“Yes, Justin?”

“May I use the restroom, please?”

“Make it quick, Justin, you’re doing your speech third,” he reminded him. As if Justin needed reminding.

As the boy got out of his seat, Rachel, saw him for the first time. Karen, the one with glasses, was sitting just in front of Rachel, and she turned to look at him as well, but her look was different. Rachel, although the ring-leader of the group, was looking at him with laughter in her eyes, as were two other girls. Karen was looking at him with utter loathing, as if he were a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of her shoe.

Justin made his way to the teacher’s desk, took the hall pass and made his way to the boy’s restroom. Once he was in the room, he took advantage of the vacancy of the latrine to steel himself to his plan. If this worked like he wanted, then he would have his vengeance on her, and the peace he desired.

The second bell rang, and Justin peered into the hallway for any signs of life. There was none. High-tailing it out the door and off the school grounds was easier than he thought possible. As the thirteen year old boy made his way, he began remembering how this all started…

It was the Friday before the weekend, and Justin had finished his essay he was to read to the class. It highlighted the very essence of Rachel, from her flowing blond hair to her perky preteen breasts, finishing up with her slender hips and firm butt. The essay described her to a ‘t’.

As he walked into the class, he wanted to impress her with his wit, but failed miserably.

Karen was not one of Rachel’s crowd. Justin knew this, so she was fair game to pick on. She was small, scrawny, glasses, and fuzzy brown hair that even Rachel made fun of. She was his logical target.

He teased her as he walked into class, basically calling her a dog, placing a dog biscuit on her desk. He glanced up and saw Rachel snickering at the joke. He had won; Rachel had noticed him. His heart was elated. He walked back to his seat sailing on cloud nine. Karen didn’t look at him, she was to the point of tears, but he didn’t care. He had scored with Rachel.

After lunch, Rachel invited him to the stables the following afternoon to see her. Justin thought he had died and gone to heaven. The hot, twelve year old, most popular girl in the school wanted to see him.

Saturday afternoon couldn’t come fast enough for Justin. He ran the distance to the stables to arrive just before four o’clock. Most of the people were leaving as he was getting there. He saw a sign on the door stating that the stables closed at four.

“Why does she want to see me so late?” He thought to himself. He shrugged and went into the stables. He found the lovely girl waiting for him at the last stall.

“Hi,” he started.

“Hi,” she returned.

“So, what now?”

“Follow me,” she said, and led him into the stall. It was empty except for hay on the ground. “You want me, don’t you, Justin?”

He nodded enthusiastically.

She smiled and guided his hand to her firm, budding breasts. These were the same breasts he had written and dreamed about for the past eighteen months. Now he was able to touch them. She ran his hand over her chest, allowing the feelings to wash over him. As he continued to feel her chest, she pulled his shirt out of his pants and over his head, leaving him bare-chested.

“Right here?” He asked her.

“Um hm,” she said with a smile. She slithered up to him and planted the kiss on his lips he had been dying for. She slipped her youthful tongue into his mouth and played with his own tongue. He kissed her back as best as his inexperienced mouth could do.

She reached down and pulled his pants down, showing his bulging cock tenting his boxers. She snickered a little at the effect. Blood rushed to his cheeks as embarrassment hit him. He readjusted his member, and kicked off his shoes. He began running his hands up her body, feeling the slim waistline as he went. She cooed in his ear as his hands made their way up her body.

Rachel pushed him down onto the hay and fell on top of him. She hooked her thumbs in the waistline of his boxers, and pulled them down his legs. For the first time, someone was seeing him naked. He shuddered as air made contact with his almost hairless cock and balls. It thrilled him even more.

His hands migrated back to her small breasts to resume fondling them. She allowed him the luxury of playing with her chest as she slipped her hand into her small purse. She pulled out a pair of handcuffs she stole out of the guard’s locker room earlier that day.

As Rachel clicked one ring around one wrist, he backed away to look at what she was doing.

“What are you doing, Rachel?”

“Haven’t you ever heard of getting tied up?”

Not wanting to sound stupid in front of his dream girl, he said, “Sure.”

“Well, that’s what we’re doing. Trust me; it’ll be fun,” she said with a sly smile. And definitely not wanting to look like a chicken to her, he allowed her to do as she wanted. She wrapped the chain of the cuffs around a pipe that was against the wall, and clicked the other ring around his other wrist.

“Come on out, girls; he’s harmless now,” she said to no one in the stall.

Justin got the shock of his life as Stacy and Meagan, the other two girls in Rachel’s group walked in the stall with Karen. He looked to her with disbelief.

“Call me a ‘dog’, huh? Well, my daddy kicks our dog,” she almost screamed at him, and planted a swift kick to his unprotected balls.

He curled up into a ball as the others joined in on the kicking, even Rachel. She landed a few kicks to his chest and torso as the others connected with other parts of his body. He screamed when another kick landed on his very sore balls. Karen fixed that with a scarf in his mouth.

A kick landed on his weakening cock, sending shards of pain through his body. Finally, the rain of kicks stopped, but Karen wasn’t finished with him yet. A short bench was brought into the stall and laid perpendicular to his curled up body. The girls picked him up and laid his body across it, with his legs on the other side. They twisted him to make him lie face down. His feet were spread apart as wide as they could go, and tied to the ends of the bench. His torso and arms were stretched to their limits as the bench was tied to the far end of the stall.

Karen took a leather crop that was supposed to be used for horses, and lashed out at Justin’s bare ass. He screamed into the scarf as she continued to whip his asscheeks, mercilessly. Lash after lash lined his buttocks. The crop didn’t fail to make its marks while Karen whipped the boy. The twelve-year-old was relentless.

The other girls wouldn’t let any opportunity go to waste, either. Both Stacy and Meagan pinched and pulled on his nipples while Karen beat his backside. Rachel walked around behind him and found his nutsack. With a small belt, she smacked each of his tormented testicles. She timed them to land in between the time Karen thrashed his butt.

The boy was in constant torment. He couldn’t believe his dream girl would do this to him just because of a bad joke. Rachel was not like this; she couldn’t be like this. Not only was he being beaten and embarrassed, but being heartbroken as well.

The girls were cruel and heartless as each of them continued to torture the boy in their own way. Stacy got bored with his nipples and went to pinching his nose closed, and releasing it only when he started jerking his body around. Meagan saw what she was doing, and the two of them would trade off between that and tormenting his nipples further.

At last, Karen had tired from hitting him and stopped. Stacy took over when the crop was laid on the floor. The boy’s backside was already black and blue, and starting to show signs of bleeding but Stacy wanted her fair share of the fun. Meagan took over when Stacy got tired.

Rachel already had her fun beating his balls black and blue, so after Meagan was finished, Karen walked up to stand next to his head.

“So, I’m the dog, huh? I don’t think so, Dog,” she said as she put a dog collar around his neck and cinched it so tight, it cut off some of his air supply. It wasn’t enough to kill him, but it was enough to be uncomfortable. She spat in his hair and turned to leave. The other girls followed her out of the stall.

Justin had enough strength to look at the doorway as they left. Rachel was just leaving and flipped him her middle finger as she turned the corner. He was left alone in his agony. His whole body hurt from the whipping he had taken. The marks started just below his shoulder blades and went down beyond crease of his ass. His balls felt like they were on fire from the flogging they had taken. He was struggling to get out of his predicament, when a noise at the doorway made him turn back to it.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” A stable hand was leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. “Hey, Chester, come take a look at this.” The man said over his shoulder. He was joined shortly by another man that was of the same stocky build.

“Nice,” he said to his partner.

Justin was trying to tell them he needed help, but neither one was going to help the poor teenager. Both men walked in the stall rubbing their crotches through their pants. Justin saw bulges grow in both pants.

“Looks like someone’s already gotten him warmed up for us, don’t it, Chester?” The first man asked.

“Looks that way, Travis,” Chester commented as he stroked Justin’s flaming asscheeks. Without warning, he pulled his hand back, and brought it down on the boy’s already bruised ass as hard as he could manage.

Travis was pulling his pants down in the meantime and walked to Justin’s face. Straddling his arms, he put his engorged cock to the boy’s mouth. He spoke to Justin as he pulled the scarf out of his mouth.

“You will swallow what I give you, boy, or I’ll slit your throat. And if you even think about biting me, you won’t leave here with any teeth. Understand?” Justin nodded as best as he could before Travis shoved his cock into his mouth.

Tasting the man’s meat was revolting to Justin and he had to force himself not to retch as he thought about what was happening to him. The head of Travis’s cock hit the back of his throat, causing him to gag on it. That didn’t stop the man from pushing farther into him. Travis grabbed him by his hair and thrust his hips forward, forcing his cock down the boy’s gullet.

Chester was having his fun smacking Justin’s asscheeks in a regular rhythm. When he had had his fun with that, Justin heard his pants unzip and Chester walked around behind him. What followed was unbearable to Justin’s virgin asshole. Justin felt Chester grab onto his hips with one hand and something fleshy touch the crack between his asscheeks.

Travis saw what was coming next, so to protect his own cock, he pulled it temporarily out of the boy’s mouth. Chester lined his man-meat up to the teenager’s backdoor, and pushed against it. Justin then knew what was going to happen to him, and tried his best to not make it happen. He clenched up his butt as hard as he could..

“Go ahead, boy, and do that. It’s going to hurt you anyway, but it’ll help me feel even better,” Chester jeered at him.

With that being said, Chester pushed forward as hard as he could, impaling the boy on his cock. Pain erupted in Justin’s body like he had never felt before, and he screamed as loud as his lungs could be. Travis covered his mouth with the scarf just in time.

The problem was, that Chester’s cock was only inside his rectum up past its head. It still had another eight inches to go before it was fully buried inside him. Chester was intending to put all nine inches of that cock inside him also.

With the initial break through done, Travis resumed fucking the boy’s mouth and throat with regularity. Chester fed the boy his cock one inch at a time. He always liked the feel of a virgin piece of tail, and the thirteen-year-old was not disappointing him. He would feed two inches inside his bowels at a time and withdraw an inch, until at long last he was buried to the hilt inside his victim.

He pulled all the way out to the head, and to Justin’s torment, shoved it all back inside in one stroke. Chester grabbed his boy-bitch by both hips and started to really fuck the kid, properly. With each down stroke, Justin’s dick was scraped across the wood of the bench, causing insult to injury. His balls were no less tortured as well. Each and every thrust Chester made into him, the man’s balls would bang into his abused ones.

Without warning, Travis made a hard thrust, and Justin felt his body tense up. His cock pulsed and some liquid shot down his throat. Justin coughed up some of it, sending it seeping passed his lips and down his chin. The rest of it went down to his stomach.

“Clean it off with your tongue, brat,” Travis told him. Justin did as he was told as best as he could, and cleaned the man’s dick as it deflated. He spit out what was coated on it, as the very smell of it made him further nauseated.

Chester was still pummeling the boy’s backside like there was no tomorrow. Justin felt the man’s hands move up his body and grab the dog collar that was nearly choking him. Chester used the collar as a means of leverage while he continued to fuck the child. With one final, primal grunt, Chester came, sending his seed deep into the kid’s bowels.

He walked around to Justin’s front and forced the boy’s mouth open to take the shit-caked cock. He ordered him to clean it, as Travis had done before him. Justin was further revolted at having to clean something that was just up his asshole, but he did it to avoid further torment. He licked the length of Chester’s tool, cleaning off every bit of shit, blood and semen that that was on it.

After both men had clean cocks, they bantered back and forth about what to do with Justin. In the end, they just left him as he was, tied in the stall. Justin watched in horror, as the two men left him to his torment. Neither one cared about letting him out, and so they didn’t. They returned to their work at cleaning out the stables.

Three agonizing hours later, they returned to the tied boy for seconds. Justin tried to escape his bonds several times over those two hours, but the girls had tied him too tight. Now, as the two men walked back inside, he tried again, and failed.

“No, please. No more…” he begged them, but saw the bulges in their pants and knew that it was hopeless.

Chester straddled his arms and took his mouth this time, while Travis went behind him and sought his bruised tail end. He tried to struggle as Chester fed his cock to his mouth, but it was wasted energy. As his anal chute was penetrated a second time by Travis’s large cock, Justin screamed in agony. His nightmare was not stopping. Both men, having cum earlier, took longer to climax, much to Justin’s horror.

When Travis was finished with his asshole this time, it felt like it was on fire when he pulled his cock out. Once again, he had to clean his shit and blood off a man’s cock. Both men left the abused teenager alone in the stall and left the stable. They switched out the light and left for the day.

Some time later, Justin wasn’t sure how long; the door to the stable was opened again. Justin was hopeful again that someone was going to release him from his suffering. He looked to the doorway as the footfalls approached. When they were just outside the door, Justin squinted and saw a large mongrel dog. No collar. A stray.

The canine sniffed the air when he came in view. He smelled sex. He began panting in anticipation of his prey. He walked around the boy, taking in his situation. Justin looked in horror as the dog’s penis slid out of its sheath. He knew there was no reasoning with this mutt.

He flinched as the dog’s nose made contact with the bruised skin that covered his asscheeks. He flinched again as the mutt’s tongue licked the same crack. He seemed to like the taste of the men’s jizm, so he lapped at it some more. The dog’s tongue felt strange, but it felt pleasant as well. Justin was feeling a little better until the dog stopped his licking.

He felt the dog mount him and place his front paws around his hips. The claws dug painfully into his side as the mongrel gripped his ‘bitch’ tighter, looking for the hole he needed. Hot breathe beat into Justin’s abused back as the mutt’s snout got closer to him. The dog’s penis stabbed around Justin’s taint for sometime looking for that hole. When the head made contact with Justin’s anus, the boy knew there would be no stopping the inevitable. The dog lunged forward, impaling the young teen on his dick.

He pumped into him furiously, savagely ravaging the boy’s torn asshole. Even though the dog’s penis was smaller than both of the men that had just taken him, it was the ferociousness of the act that made it hurt again. The dog continued to fuck his bitch as fast as he could, and all Justin could do was hold on and take it.

After a few minutes of pumping into him, Justin felt something large along the shaft of the dog’s cock trying to enter him. The dog was antsy to get this inside the boy. Getting frustrated, the dog made a violent shove of his hind quarters and it’s knot violated the boy’s anus. Justin screamed like never before.

The dog didn’t care, he got what he wanted, and resumed fucking his new bitch like nothing had happened. Justin, meanwhile, was in agony. His whole body hurt even worse, now. Everything from his wrists being pulled into the loops of the handcuffs, to his back having been whipped by a riding crop, to his asshole that had to endure now five savage rapes, to his ankles being tied to the ends of the bench he was being held to, hurt. A lot.

With the knot safely embedded in his bitch’s hole, the dog fucked the boy even more rapidly, trying to reach his own orgasm. Following another ten agonizing minutes, the dog sent he puppy sperm flying into the boy’s guts. When he was finished, the dog tried to pull out of him, but with the knot still at full expansion, it was impossible.

Having done his business, the dog pushed off his victim’s back and turned around to wait until his knot went down and he could pull his dick out of the boy’s used ass. Both boy and dog started as the lights in the stable came on.

“Anyone in here?” A voice asked to the almost vacant shelter. Justin had had his fill with people for the day, and so he didn’t say anything, or make a sound. The dog, on the other hand, had other ideas. He knew the sound of the night guard’s voice and wanted out of the stall as fast as he could.

With a large push of his hind quarters against the bench, he yanked his cock out of Justin’s asshole, not caring about whether it hurt the boy or not. It did; a lot. Not able to keep silent due to the magnitude of the pain, Justin screamed again. The dog took off out the door and out of the stable as fast as he could.

The guard ran towards the scream and stopped as soon as he saw the boy tied to the bench. Justin saw him, but didn’t think it would do any good to beg.

“Please help…?” He said to the man, but not putting too much hope into it.

“Holy shit!” He ran to the boy and untied him from the bench and used his key to unlatch the handcuffs from his wrists. He unfastened the dog collar from around the boy’s neck, and Justin breathed in his first lungful of air in hours. But being tired, hurt, and humiliated, he just lay on the ground and curled back into a ball. “You stay here, and I’m going to go call an ambulance.”

“No… wait,” Justin managed to say as his helper made it to the doorway. The guard stopped and turned to look at the battered youth. “Don’t call anyone, please.”

“But kid, you need help,” he pleaded with the boy’s logic.

“I don’t want it. Just please help me get cleaned up. I don’t want anyone to know what happened here. Please, sir, don’t call anyone.” Justin was pleading his case with his eyes as well with his words, and the guard gave him what he wanted.

The man walked back over to the kid and picked him up in his arms. He carried him to a shower that was used for the horses. He turned on the faucet, and cold water pelted Justin’s abused back. With a great amount of effort, Justin stood up to allow the cold water to run off his body. He shivered under the effects as the guard retrieved his clothes from the stall.

Justin washed the blood and semen off of his legs and face. He retched to the side of the platform as he recalled what had happened to him. His sore body ached from the brutal assault on it, screaming at him with every move he made.

After the shower, the guard gave him a towel to dry himself off. He rubbed his body down and dried off to get dressed. He forced his body into his clothing, and made his way out of the small area. The guard was waiting for him as he walked out.

“You should have let me call the police about his, son,” he told Justin.

“Sir, I don’t want anyone to know about this. Would you?”

The guard sympathized with that logic and let the boy be. Justin made his way home to the empty house. All the servants were gone for the day, and his parents were still in France at the conference. He spent the rest of the weekend nursing his wounds.

By the fateful Monday morning, his bruises and scratches were still visible. Thankfully for Justin, all of his wounds were able to be covered up by clothing. He was ashamed at what had happened that night, and facing those girls that morning was something he didn’t want to do.

His idea came to him as he was sitting down for the class just before the fateful one. The one class where he would be facing all those girls. The one where he was at one point going to bear his soul to Rachel. The one class he now dreaded.

As Justin was remembering everything that had happened up to this point, he had made his way to his place. By the time he arrived, the staff was at lunch and the house was vacant.

He retrieved the items he needed and left the house without incident. He made his way to the district that Rachel lived in, and waited. He waited all afternoon. The whole time, he talked to himself. He kept convincing himself that this was the best way to pay her back for what she did to him, but it did require a sacrifice. He would make that sacrifice.

That evening, he made his way to the house he knew belonged to his one time heartthrob. The perfect girl, no longer perfect in his eyes. As the sun set in the sky, he climbed the tree behind the house of the perfect girl.

With slow deliberation, he stripped his clothes off his body, and laid them down on the branch he was perched on. He readied himself as best as he could. Rope was wrapped around his ankles and tied tightly after several passes. A weight taken from his father’s weight room rested on his legs and was tied to a rope. That rope was tied around his balls at the base where they attached to his body under his dick.

A noose was fashioned out of another length of rope and pulled tight around his neck. The dog collar was replaced below the noose. The next part of his plan took real courage. He took the knife he stole from the kitchen and carved letters into his chest, spelling out the message he wanted.

His wrists were tied and tightened by his mouth, one crossed over the other. The scarf was shoved back in his mouth, and Justin waited. He looked up at the night sky and the full moon overhead. This would be the last time he would see one.

Making sure the noose was tight enough one more time, Justin moved his upper leg to the left and slipped off the tree limb. The last thing Justin knew was a ‘pop’ sound as his neck broke. The weight that was tied to his balls did its job as well, and cut the skin connecting them to his body.

The next morning, Rachel got up and stretched her long, shapely body. Admiring her budding breasts in the mirror for a few seconds, she slipped on her robe and went downstairs for her breakfast.

Before sitting down at the table, she opened the blinds blocking the patio door from the outside. She was turning to the table when something caught her eye. It was doll hanging from the tree in the back yard. Or at least she thought it was a doll, until she saw the blood caked to its legs, and the letters on its chest written in blood.

RACHEL
STACY
MEAGAN
KAREN
YOU DID
THIS
LIVE WITH
IT !!

Rachel screamed like hell itself was standing in front of her. Justin had his revenge.

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