Author: DL Chang
Title: Robert and Ollie
Summary: Robert finally gets the revenge he's been planning
against Ollie. Part of a larger story, under development.
Keywords: mm, nc, stroke, va

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction, and contains themes
that some readers may find distasteful or worse. If these themes
offend you, I suggest that you read something else. If you are
under the age of 18, or this sort of thing is illegal where you
live, then read no further. Either wait until you're old enough,
or move to a more enlightened area. Any comments, suggestions,
criticisms or requests can be directed to my e-mail at
"changdlim@hush.ai", though please send the hate-mail to some
random corporation instead.

~~~

I had spent the last few weeks preparing for this moment. I
observed at exactly what time the cleaner came and left the
changing room, what time everyone left to walk or catch a bus
home, what time Ollie usually came in the changing room to grab
his bag. On most days, there were usually around five people in
the changing room at one time, but not today. I had paid
attention to the sports fixtures list, and by a stroke of luck
three boys' sports teams were playing matches away from school.
Furthermore, Ollie had not been selected to play in any of these
matches, meaning he would come into the now-empty changing room
at the usual time.

In addition to meticulously watching the passage of others
through the changing room, I had also familiarised myself with
the mechanism of the door. It was old-fashioned and
anachronistic, bearing a heavy wooden handle and latch on the
inside that clashed with the metal coded handle on the outside.
Thinking that there was no need to bother with it, the school
janitors had left the latch intact, meaning it could be used to
lock the door from the inside. When I had first noticed it, I was
surprised it had not been used already for some sort of prank.
Then again, I suppose you only notice these things when you're
looking to lock yourself in a changing room.

Amassing the materials I would need in the changing room had
proved a surprisingly difficult task. Not only was I wary of
bringing my equipment in too early, increasing the potential for
discovery, but I also feared a random locker check. The last time
the school had done one of them, one boy had been suspended and
another nearly expelled for having nothing more that a lighter
and a half-drunk mini bottle of whisky between them. Imagine
their reaction if they'd broke open my locker to find a knife,
rubber tape, and black gloves, not to mention the vodka I kept
there in case I needed a bit of courage. Trembling, I unlocked
the padlock on my locker and left the door slightly ajar, enough
that I could open it, but not enough that the contents were
visible. I was fortunate in that my locker was close to the door,
enabling me to block off the only escape route. The knife and
rubber tape I quickly hid in my pockets. Surely, Ollie would come
any minute now.

~~~

Suddenly, the changing room door opened, and I darted behind the
bank of lockers to hide myself. Stealing a quick glance, I could
see that it was him coming through the door and - yes! - he was
alone. I moved up to the door and brought the latch quietly down,
pinning it in the process, and then made myself known.

Ollie saw me.

"Oh, it would be you, wouldn't it? Who are you waiting to spy on
this time? He's an unlucky cunt, whoever he is, to have a pervert
like you eyeing him around."

I hadn't quite expected a response that severe. Staring coldly
into his eyes, I stepped forward, closer to him, and replied.

"You've got one chance to apologise for all the things you've
said, Ollie. How about we leave here as friends?"

He narrowed his large, blue eyes. I could have lost myself in
those eyes.

"Fuck off. I don't want anything to do with you." Foolishly, he
turned his back on me to pick up his bag. I reached into my
pockets, taking out the tape in my left hand and the knife in my
right. Lunging forward, I locked my left arm around his torso and
knocked his unsuspecting weight forward. Before he could
counterattack, I brought the knife under his chin. Looking down,
he saw the blade glinting, and his eyes widened in horror.

"No..." he trailed off.

"You better not think about even speaking when you're in this
position, let alone screaming or struggling. Nod if you
understand," I relished my newfound authority over him.

He nodded.

"Now, get up," I growled. "If I feel you trying to get away, I
won't hesitate. You know I won't. Besides, I've latched the door,
and there's no one around to hear you anyway," I finished the
sentence with a mocking smirk. This was where I'd wanted to be
for the past month and a half, with the beautiful bastard under
my control.

Reluctantly, he got to his feet.

"Walk towards that bench."

We slowly manoeuvred over to a wooden bench in the centre of the
changing area.

"Lie down on it, and put your hands behind your neck," I ordered,
banking on the fact he was both naive enough and stupid enough
not to have noticed the tape. He obliged, and I bound his hands
behind his neck, with his elbows pointing in the air. I then
pushed him so he was lying diagonally across the bench, and tied
his bound elbows tightly to a pole at the corner of it. Finally,
I spread his legs apart at slightly too far an angle. Ignoring
his pained cry, I tied each leg to another bench post. He was now
well and truly tied, unable to move an inch either way.

"I didn't feel you quite listened to me enough the other day,
Oliver. Perhaps this time I will be able to get my message across
more - "
I paused, taking time to carefully choose my next word -
"adequately."

"Please..."

I waited for him to finish.

"Don't leave me here. Let me go home and we'll forget everything
that's happened."

I smiled sadly.

"I thought you didn't want to call it quits. You seemed pretty
severe in your language earlier on. However, I'm not a cruel guy,
Ollie. I'm not going to leave you here all alone."

With that, I moved round and kneeled down to face him. He averted
his eyes, and I could feel his hot breath on my face as I
scrutinised him. As he breathed, his soft golden hair rose and
fell rhythmically. For the first time ever, I was able to see him
without his idiot personality and without his coarse comments. I
wonder what he'd be like if I'd got to know him better? It was a
shame, really, that the only way I was able to get close to him
was to threaten him with a knife and tie him up. I knew that this
meant the end of everything for me, were he to report me to
either the school or the State. He looked into my eyes.

"Why are you doing this to me, Robert?," he croaked. "What do you
want?"

For many others, this forlorn question would have been enough to
break them. But if Ollie expected that this temporary show of
emotion would get him out of what I'd planned for him, he was
most definitely wrong. I remembered all the times he'd told me to
fuck off, all the times he'd laughed at me with his friends.
Finally, I'd got the chance to teach him a lesson, and I was not
about to give it up over weakness.

"To make you pay for everything you've done."

With this, I stood, and picked up the knife.

The first thing I cut was his jumper. Pulling up the wool, I
brought the knife through the fabric from the neck right down to
the hem at the bottom. The material was difficult to cut, and it
took around half a minute before the jumper was completely
shredded. I then took the collar of his shirt, and repeated the
procedure. The white fabric gave more easily, and I was able to
rip it most of the way down. I tore a thin strip of cotton from
the back of the shirt and walked back round to face him. Holding
the strip at both ends, I pulled it sharply behind his head and
over his mouth, causing him to open wide and gasp. This makeshift
gag was then tied behind his head, rendering him speechless and
consequently silencing his rising protests. Next, I tore at his
trousers until they also lay in strips under him, leaving only
his shoes and socks on him. Before long, Ollie's naked and bound
body lay on top of a pile of ragged fabric, with his shoes and
socks thrown into a corner of the room. I pulled the strips from
under his groin, exposing his ass further and allowing his cock
and balls to flop through one of the gaps between the bench
slats.

The smooth, pale curves of his form lay irresistibly on the
wooden planked surface. Walking slowly while taking in the
delicious spectacle before me, I caught sight of his feet
dangling over the side. They were size eight, very clean, with
perfectly shaped toes and no visible hair.

"Why, your feet are really turning me on right now, Oliver," I
said. I stroked the heel of his left foot with my index finger,
watching his body squirm as I did so, and then took the whole
foot in my hands, massaging and playing with them. Feeling
between his toes, I noticed a little moisture, and caressed the
soft flesh of his smooth heels. The arch of his foot was even
paler than the rest of him, and was flawless. I brought my nose
nearer them and inhaled, detecting only a slight aroma. Then, a
new idea came to me. I began to run my fingers lightly over the
soles of his feet, slowly at first, but then speeding up until I
was practically tickling them. At once he began to laugh
involuntarily, the sound muffled by his damp gag.

After a few minutes of this treatment, I grew tired with his
feet. As arousing as they were, I had more pressing matters to
attend to. My gaze returned to his cock, beckoning me towards it
as it poked through the bench slats.

"You'll enjoy this,"

I grabbed hold of his limp cock, and began to slowly pump along
the shaft. Ollie gasped.

"Just imagine I'm one of your many conquests, Oliver," I
continued. "I'm sure you've had more than enough already?"

His cock was hardening in my hand. His balls and the base of his
shaft were obscured by a pubic bush, noticeably darker than his
blonde hair, and his cock itself was a shade redder than the
surrounding flesh. I pulled his foreskin over his glans and end,
which had started to leak clear fluid. Increasing my pace, I
continued for a few minutes until he was completely erect.
Instead of finishing off and bringing him to orgasm, I stepped
back.

~~~

After getting out of my clothes, I threw my underpants into the
corner of the room, where they landed on Ollie's shoes. I
displayed a raging hard-on, not only for the physique of the
hapless boy in front of me, but the domination I was now able to
exert.

He began to cry out through his gag as I stuck the first finger
into his ass. I wiggled it around for a few seconds, before
removing it and then reinserting it. Again, I withdrew, this time
returning with two fingers. Moving them apart inside him, I
stretched his opening ready for what was about to follow.

"I suppose it would be unfair of me to do this without any sort
of lubrication," I whispered into his ear. Cupping my palms
together, I spat, and proceeded to moisten my steely prick. His
eyes widened in shock as the full realisation of what was coming
set in. He squirmed and thrashed around, desperately trying to
escape the strong and secure bonds I had placed him in.

"And," I paused for breath. "There is nothing you can do to stop
it." I lay down on the bench, with one thigh either side of his
restrained and wriggling form. Placing a hand on each of his
smooth and muscular ass cheeks, I brought them apart to expose
his tight, virgin hole. I rested the head of my pulsating rod
against his opening. Feeling him instinctively clench his ring, I
began to apply pressure and leant forward into his back.

I pushed. He screamed.

The inside wall of his ass hugged the tip of my cock. He was so
tight that I had to wait before withdrawing, giving his opening
time to recover from the sudden onslaught, and then pushed back
in, stopping after half my cock was inside him. Overcome by the
raw power of this position, I let myself go and brutally pushed
the rest of my length into him. His scream increased in
intensity, tears flooding down his face. Gripping his sides hard,
I again withdrew until only my head remained hidden, then shoved
the whole of my cock right down in to the root, and began to
thrust forcefully. After what seemed like an hour, his high
scream finally ceased, replaced instead by contained whimpers
every time I thrusted.

The sensation was incredible. The whole of my penis was enveloped
by the warm, tight stickiness of his insides. Not only that, but
the boy who I loved, the boy who right now hated me more than
anyone else in his life, was conquered. It was this feeling of
power and control, as much as the physical sexiness of pumping my
organ violently into his most sensitive and private regions,
marking them as my own, that was making me so incredibly aroused.

I continued into him, feeling him instinctively clench his
opening whenever I pushed in deeper. I began increasing the speed
of my thrusts, pushing harder and faster with each new stroke.

"Aren't you enjoying this?" I leant down towards him. He did not
acknowledge me, and said nothing.

Raising my hand, I slapped his face, hard. He opened his eyes and
made a feeble noise in his throat, and began whimpering.

"I'd appreciate it if you answered me when I ask you a question!"
I said with menace, raising my voice. "Remember, your pleasure is
of no interest to me."

Soon, I realised that I couldn't last much longer, what with his
inner walls tightly caressing my length. I felt a familiar
sensation building within me, becoming even harder in the
process, and slowed the pace down.

As my cock throbbed, I felt my balls tighten and forced myself in
as far as I could. Ignoring his last pained cry, I gritted my
teeth in pleasure and began to release my seed deep into his
body, making him my own. I rested against him for a few seconds,
before withdrawing my slowly deflating member and wiping my semen
onto his back.

~~~

I lay down next to him, making brief eye contact before he
averted his tear-filled eyes.

"Tell anyone about this, and you'll have a lot more to lose than
just that," I whispered.

~~~

To be continued? Any thoughts or suggestions, e-mail me at
"changdlim@hush.ai".