Revenge Is Sweet
By Beefy218.
3 buddies, Bill, Mike, and Kevin, were young, buff, self-centered, arrogant “gym rats” not giving a damn about anyone or anything except for pumping iron, displaying their deeply tanned/glistening muscles, the location of the next A-List party, and boasting about their conquests, cock sizes, and virility. Happy hour, each evening, was filled with Jello shots, tank tops, muscles, and flexing. They were self-proclaimed Total Studs!
This beach town really had two gay beaches, one at the southern end of town where the young, ripped, buff guys hung out and another just north of the town where the cubs, bears, and older guys tended to gather. The latter was more laid-back and quiet, with no loudspeakers blasting and more chips and pizza being consumed.
The 3 buddies I mentioned used to enjoy having a few cold beers and sitting or standing on the rocky jetty and making, okay, yelling at times, derogatory comments about the boxer-clad, chubby cubs, bears, and older guys frolicking in the waves. Often, the waves would nearly pull their baggy swimwear off, and the trio would hoot, hurl insults, and compare physiques to theirs. Okay, I am going to admit that I was one of those guys. I also admit that of the three of us, I seemed to enjoy humiliating the big boys the most. I had a big, foul, and abusive mouth, especially after a few drinks. Who cared about those out-of-shape losers anyway! Guess the big boys felt intimidated by our bold, in-your-face attitude and glistening muscles, as it was rare for anyone to respond except maybe to give us the finger. We loved it when they did get pissed at us. Nothing those losers could do to real men like us anyway. They just had to deal with it.
Four or five seasons later, with all this a memory, I arrived at that same beach, around 11 a.m., my usual time, with my beach blanket, towels, and lunch. I usually wore my oversized T-shirt and loose boxers over my far-too-small canary-yellow bikini. From the parking lot, it was a pretty long walk to the end of the beach where I usually set up. I had packed on a few pounds, no longer sporting a 32″ waist and a six-pack of abs. Okay, again, I confess that I had chubbed out pecs, belly, groin, waistline, and butt. I had gone from 160 lbs to 220. I was still muscular, but let’s say those muscles were all padded quite a bit more and, as always, pretty much just for show. I was always all mouth and no action. Life was good! I had no worries, lots of good meals, and the same old cocky attitude.
That morning, I lugged my things through a larger-than-normal crowd of guys heading for my isolated, far end of the beach retreat. I did notice three guys seemed to be observing me rather closely and conferring back and forth. I just figured they knew I was hot and could not stop staring. I did not think about it much more. When you’ve got it all, like I, they are envious.
I had just spread my blanket and was getting my hot, boxed pizza out, trying to hide it from the gulls, when those same three guys approached. “Yeah, that is HIM! That’s the same guy. He even has the same bleached blond hair, but is balding now. He has really porked out! I am CERTAIN it is him. No doubt.”
“ON YOUR FEET, ASSHOLE,” they demanded. “What the fuck?” I replied. “We KNOW it was you and your two fucking buddies. You ruined many a beach visit for us awhile back”. They pointed over to those same rocks where we used to position ourselves back in the day. “Do you deny it? Don’t even try to lie, Fucker!”
Totally caught off guard, and getting a bit anxious about all this, I tried to calm things down and smooth it all over. “Oh, I am so sorry, guys. My friends and I had had a lot to drink, and things got out of control. It was really nothing personal. Want a slice of hot pizza, guys?”
“NO, we don’t want any of your fucking pizza,” spat back the shorter of the refaced/enraged bears, clearly out for blood. I nervously apologized once again for my behavior and started to lie back down. “Not much else I can do, guys. Just water over the dam. You just need to move on, you know, get over it.”
“GET OVER IT?” I was yanked to my feet by my retreating blond locks as the bigboi I am struggled to free myself from their grip. They had pulled my t-shirt over my head and used that, as well as my hair, to control me. One of them took a wad of the sloppy pizza and shoved it into my mouth. I cursed and bellowed, but as much as I struggled, I was no match for the three of them. My arms were entangled in the fabric, and I felt like my retreating blond locks had retreated by a handful more, roots and all. All 220 pounds of me was being helplessly subdued. I was FURIOUS but PANICKING.
I finally managed to break free, leaving my torn designer t-shirt behind. “I am going home”, I blurted out. “Not so fast, Fatboi”, as they held up my phone, wallet, and keys, I lunged to retrieve those, only to trip and fall on the tangled blanket. Off came my trunks, leaving me huffing, puffing, and enraged, clad only in a much too tight and skimpy canary yellow bikini that I only wore in isolation to tan.
“Piggy here wants some more pizza, guys,” as they rubbed the rest of the sloppy mess into my bottle-blond hair. “Looks good on you, Blondie. Might help grow back some of the hair you used to sport. You sure are one pitiful mess, Has Been. Time has not been your friend, CHUB!”
Panicking, on my hands and knees, I tried again to grab the keys, but a strong hand held me by the skimpy yellow fabric. They muscled me to my feet, facing the gathering crowd of guys. One of my tormentors whispered in my ear to confess to the crowd and admit what I did. Red-faced, I complied, convinced my nightmare would be over. “Now, confess you are nothing but a fat, impotent, stubby dicked hog.” I just could not admit that. I shook my head no and tried to flee again.
A quick knee to the groin halted that FAST, and I doubled over, clutching my family jewels. “SAY IT, BOI. CONFESS in my exact words!”
Two of the guys conferred, nodded to their buddy, tripped me again, and began pulling the tight protective fabric off. I HOWLED in protest as the crowds cheered in delight. I can still hear the thin fabric ripping, and I will never be able to forget looking down at my protruding, wobbly, now man jugs, soft pot, and thick fat pad. My stubby little thingy was not even visible from my angle, but I could feel it barely emerging down there. This just could not be happening TO ME!
The guys high-fived each other, doubling over in laughter, pointing at my freshly waxed crotch, little pinky dick’s face peeping out, and no balls in sight! Hiding in shame, no doubt. I grabbed my keys and sprinted for the parking lot, zig-zagging through the many spectators, being tripped once in a while, with my impotent weenie/micropenis, well-nourished formerly hard pecs now man jugs/nursers wobbling, my soft, protruding belly jiggling, and my thick, concealing fatpad all in motion. All I saw were dozens of cameras videotaping every second of my humiliating payback. Justice prevailed.
*****
Not So Smart…
I still lived in the area and loved the beach, so I got it in my head that those guys always go to the northernmost beach, with the rest of the bears and older guys, and tend to avoid the southern beach in the town, which is filled with younger, very buff, gym rat guys, just like my abusive buddies and I used to be.
Anyway, I know I am smarter than those three bears. Three bears- get it! The three of them had the intelligence of maybe a stuffed teddy bear, if that. I will outsmart them and tan at the far end of the southern beach. They aren’t bright enough to look for me there.
I bought a new skimpy bikini for tanning, but this time decided on white so I would blend in. No canary yellow this time. Bought myself a replacement cover-up swimsuit to wear to my destination and chose a white, extra-large shirt for sun protection and to help conceal all these extra pounds of man flesh I have packed on since my big-mouthed, gym rat days. Oh, I nearly forgot to tell you that I got my pink nipples pierced. I look so hot with those gold rings adorning my protruding, very meaty nowadays, pecs. Let’s face it, I am one hot hunk of beef, smart as a whip, and lacking for nothing. I deserve it all. I look so manly and godly with my glistening, tanned beef and now those contrasting golden nipple rings. They cost a fortune, but let’s face it, I deserve it all.
Anyway, I arrived at the beach around 11, again having rented a parking spot in town for the season. I got one for a steal from some old, senile fool in the neighborhood near the beach. I will not walk all the way from the public parking. Ripped that old retard off big time!
Again, the beach was crowded, so I had to walk through a sea of beach chairs and blankets. Where do they all come from anyway? They just need to stay home.
I spread out my blanket, rubbed more lotion on my manly beef, and slid off my protective boxer-style trunks. Felt so good to lie there in the warm sun, in that thin, skin-hugging fabric, soaking up the rays and allowing those young gays to adore my melon butt and massive back. Kept on the hat I bought on my trip to Australia to protect my recently colored blond locks. Do you know what it costs nowadays to keep hair this perfect shade!
Around noon, I decided to sit up and enjoy the pizza while it was still hot.
I got the extra cheese, meat lovers with extra sauce. Only the best, as always. Bigboi ate almost the whole pizza. Takes a lot of nourishment to maintain all this muscular mass. 222 pounds now, I believe, up a couple of pounds from last spring. These protruding pectorals are to die for, now topped with my golden rings. I can’t stop looking down and admiring them, and I even brought along a mirror so I can check them out frequently. I tend to take a lot of selfies.
I was so stuffed full of pizza and getting sleepy, so I lay back down this time on my back to even out my tan. I was just drifting off to sleep when my worst fear struck – YES, AGAIN! Those three fucking bears had found me. WTF!!! I was certain that I had outwitted them and was safely isolated on this in-town beach.
“Oh no, asshole, you aren’t stinking up this beach either. These guys don’t want a fat PB, masquerading as a real man, here either. We thought you had learned your lesson at North Shores. Must be all that bleach killed off brain cells, Dumbass. It’s a shame you’ve already had lunch, as you need another pizza facial. Maybe we will just feed you some hot bear cum instead. Like that idea, Cocksucker?”, as they grinned, made kissing sounds and grabbed their bulging crotches.
“NOOOO”, I uttered as I shook my head and tried to rise.
A strong foot shoved me back down, making a red mark on my hairless protruding pot. “Looks like you’re eating well, piggy, and oh, she has a pair of golden rings in her nurses.” Red-faced and pissed, I retorted, “Pecs! All muscle!” The bears roared with laughter and asked one another what bra size I would require. “Those knockers will require a lot of support, Blondie. Definitely nurses. Look how they rest on your fat pot. Oh, did some studs knock you up, Sweetie”?
Again, I tried to rise and escape. This time, the heavy foot came to rest on my crotch. “Don’t even think about running off this time, Bigboi. We have been watching you and planning this for a while now. You are so predictable, Blondie.”
One of the guys pulled off my protective hat, saying he was wondering if my cherished locks had retreated even more.
“It’s a shame, Blondie, but it looks like the moon is coming up. You had such a mane back in your day.”
“We figured that we would just assist a bit,” as they pulled out some cordless shears. Sweating like a pig, baby blues wide open, and panicking, I tried to rise. The foot on my micropenis and sweet pea nuts said otherwise. One of the guys grabbed me by the tit, twisting the ring, and shoved me down. “Look, Chub, you can either cooperate 100%, or we will make what you experienced at North Shores look like a picnic. GOT IT? ”
His brown-eyed stare left no doubt that he meant it. “Just say, YES SIR, and do as you are told, and you might leave here today with those nipple rings in place and possibly your bikini still concealing your little weenie. GOT IT? ” His foot was crushing my boy nuts, and I knew I had no choice. I blushed and nodded yes.
“Now, sit up, Golden Boy.”
BUZZZZ—BUZZZ—BUZZZ…
I teared up as my precious blond locks fell to the ground. “That looks much better, Boi. Now it’s all even. You can just rub some sunscreen on your scalp. Oh, we like this hat. Looks expensive. Mind if we keep it as a souvenir?”
I started to rise, but a quick jab to my little, emerging pinky stopped that in its tracks. “Oh, don’t be in such a hurry. We have more fun in store for you.”
The razor was put away, and out came a pink dog collar and leash.
I feverishly shook my head no, but they shook their heads yes. Collared and leashed, they now pulled me to my feet. They pulled up the thin fabric over my big buns, so it was riding up my ass crack like a thong. Only my crotch was protected, and that barely so, as the material had become nearly transparent from my intense sweating. My pink butthole was perfected bisected by the uncomfortably tight material. Not a manly hair in sight!
Standing, facing the gathering crowd of young, buff, arrogant, and mouthy gays, I hung my head in shame, trying to block out, unsuccessfully, the cat calls, whistles, demeaning names, and occasional drenches with iced water. A number of the young muscular studs grabbed their big cocks and blew kisses at me. Cell phones were abundant and could record both video and audio. History was being made here on the beach.
“CONFESS, Asshole. You know the routine by now. Tell these young guys what you are. Tell them what you did and how you are a total phony. Tell them you are a fat piggy who has been impotent and unable even to perform. “Pointing at my transparent crotch, they gleefully yelled, “LOOK AT THAT GUYS!”
A little pinky face was clearly visible, pressed into the material, with no nuts in sight!
“OH, NOOO”, I cried out, and I tried to grab my crotch.
My golden ringed nurses, jutting out over my soft belly and my baby blues bulging out in fear and pleasure, announced my deflowering as little pinky oozed just enough cum to soak through the fabric. Defeated, exposed, and a total joke, now on dozens of videos, I was led off, leashed, towards my SUV. “You are going to pay that gentleman triple what you paid, apologize, and agree to show up in only this same bikini each Saturday to mow his lawn. We will continue to monitor you, Bigboi, and you know we mean what we say”. I nodded yes, looking down over my pizza-fed fat pad to see that tiny bit of thick cum oozing through the fabric, the little pinky retreating into its hairless cave. Defeated and knowing my fate, I moved along feeling the hot sun on my bare scalp, love handles flopping, and tits bouncing – not so self-assured and cocky anymore.
The End.
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