Vengeance is a Dish Best Served Small

Justin knocked on Amy’s door softly. She hadn’t shown for their weekly lifting session, followed by a trip to the ice cream parlor, and he was worried. Amy was obsessive about keeping appointments, apologizing profusely and early if she couldn’t make it, missing was not like her.

There was no response to his knocking. He tried again, but still he heard no answer. He called, “Amy? Are you in there? Is everything ok?” He heard something softly muffled from within, but nothing further. Finally, he tried the door, it swung open to reveal a terrible sight.

Amy’s room, always meticulously clean, was strewn with clothes and books. Amy was curled in a bedraggled ball on her couch, arms wrapped around her knees, rocking and shaking, obviously too exhausted even to cry. Sarah, Amy and Justin’s other best friend was there, trying to comfort Amy. But tears streamed down her face as well.

Justin stepped into the room and closed the door softly, “What… what’s wrong? Sarah? Why…?”

Sarah turned from Amy to look at him, her eyes wide and wet, the most empty, hopeless pits of darkness that Justin had ever seen, “Kyle. He got her too drunk to fight.”

Justin wanted to cry, how could anyone do this? But something wasn’t right. Sarah should have been angry. The fires of vengeance should have burned in her eyes. She had plenty of friends, Justin himself included, who were large enough and would be perfectly willing to hurt someone if they had done something like this. She…

“She wasn’t the first… was she Sarah?” he asked, softly?

Sarah turned to him again, those dark eyes brimming. He ran across the room and wrapped Sarah in his as the wall of hopelessness crumbled and she collapsed, sobbing.

“I… thought he liked me… I… I’m attractive enough… and I thought I was careful… and… then… And then I was drunk. I don’tknowhowIgotthatdrunkthatfastbut…” She couldn’t say anymore.

Justin wrapped his arms around both girls, holding them and rocking them, letting them cry out their misery. A fire lit in his stomach. This wasn’t like them. Both Amy and Sarah knew *exactly* where their drinking limits were. Amy never even went beyond a buzz at a party of more than 4 of her closest friends. Kyle must have slipped something into their drinks.

The fire blazed. How dare he? How dare he do this to two of the most wonderful, strong, intelligent, capable women he knew? He knew the answer, because he was Kyle Stearns, captain of the wrestling team, son of rich parents, and big-man-on-campus.

As he sat, holding his friends from whom Kyle had stolen so much, his anger raged. He would go to… no… he would handle this himself. He would take as much from Kyle as Kyle had taken from his friends. He didn’t think it was possible to truly fix what had been done to Amy and Sarah, only time could do that, but at least he could make Kyle pay. So, as he held his friends as they slipped finally into fitful slumber, he planned.

Two weeks later Justin was headed to the party. As he crossed campus he practically ran into an older woman, cloaked in shadows on the quad. Before he could apologize, she spoke, “You are a true friend, Justin. Before you go tonight, take this, it will let you truly repay the sins done.” She tossed something that sparkled into the air towards Justin. Without thinking, he caught it. It was a crystal phial that gleamed in the moonlight. He turned to ask the woman what she meant, but she was gone, vanished as strangely as she had appeared. Not sure why he was doing it, he opened the phial and drank, the liquid within burning his throat and stomach. God, what had he just done? But the pain soon faded, to no apparent effect. But who was that women, and how had she known his name? What he was doing? He shook his head and continued on.

Soon, he arrived at the party. As one of the best lacrosse players in the school, it was easy to be invited. BMOC Kyle might be, but Justin did well enough in his own right at five-foot-ten and very well put together.

Justin worked the crowd easily, well used to parties like this. He drank little, but always had a beer in hand, so no one commented. Finally, he worked his way over to Kyle and his group of friends. His gut wrenching with disgust, he waved, “Kyle! Man, how’s the season?”

Kyle grinned, “Justin!” He clapped Justin on the shoulder and Justin mentally reined himself in, “Season’s great! But none of that, we’re here for drinking! …and maybe something more… eh?” He nudged Justin, and Justin practically puked. For his friends… for his friends…

Justin cozied up to Kyle all night. When it looked like he was moderately drunk, and possibly about to go off to find some girl, he made his move. He snagged Kyle’s empty beer and yelled over his shoulder, “Mine’s empty too, let me get us both one!”

Kyle laughed, “Sounds great man, I’m gonna go grind that chick over there.”

Justin gritted his teeth and got the beer. Once it was opened, he pulled a small plastic vial out of his pocket and dumped the clear liquid into the top of the bottle. He brought them back and handed Kyle the spiked beer, “Enjoy!”

Justin spiked the next two of Kyle’s beers the same way. Kyle was starting to sway. He was drunk, more than drunk. He could barely stand up. Justin gallantly lifted Kyle’s arm around his shoulders. He turned to the people Kyle had been dancing with, “He’s gotta go home or he’s gonna Ralph on someone. I guess I’ll take him.” He rolled his eyes as if annoyed with the job. Most of the people just shrugged and went on dancing, glad to have avoided the task. The girl Kyle had been dancing up looked a little sad, Justin just shook his head to himself.

Getting Kyle to his room was a task. Kyle could barely move so Justin had to essentially carry the man all the way. And Kyle was babbling drunkenly, words slurred. He was thanking Justin for being such a good friend and complaining about not getting any ass tonight. Justin ignored him. Finally, they got to Kyle’s room. His door was unlocked, Kyle didn’t want to have to fumble with keys when he got home.

Justin got Kyle to his bed and then shut and locked the door. He helped Kyle out of his shirt, and then his pants. Kyle slurred again, “You’re shush a goof frienf for helping me home, Jushtin.”

Justin smiled, it was time, “Yeah, you know there are some people who might take advantage of a person in a state like this.” He slowly pulled off his own shirt.

Kyle’s face creased a little, “Wahtchu mean?”

Justin pulled his own pants off, “I mean that you can barely move, Kyle.” He pulled his underwear off, leaving him naked, “Some, terribly unscrupulous person might just… oh I don’t know… bring you home… lock the door…” He stepped closer to Kyle, “Take off your clothes…” He ran his hand across Kyle’s bare chest, “And do terrible things…” He pulled himself up onto the bed, straddling Kyle’s chest, his balls resting right bellow the cup of Kyle’s collar. He could feel Kyle’s heart pounding against the inside of his thigh. His dick rapidly began to harden, slipping up until the head brushed Kyle’s chin.

Kyle mumbled, “Bu… why? How?”

Justin’s eyes flashed, “I bet Sarah and Amy asked you that to. ‘Why?’ Why? WHY you bastard? Because you destroyed my two best friends, that’s why! Because you stole from them something I can’t give them back! But…” He grinned, “I can steal it from you too.”

Kyle tried to struggle, but he was weak and his arms were pinned to his sides by Justin’s muscular legs. Justin laughed, “What, you thought you were the only chemistry major who could work in a lab? It was so easy to isolate enough valeric acid to floor you. And it only gave your beer a little kick you didn’t even notice. But the muscle relaxant hit you hard, especially with all that alcohol.”

Justin gripped Kyle’s head, “Now, I’m going to take from you what you took from them. Your safety, your freedom, your security.”

Kyle opened his mouth, “Wjhaaa?”

“You talk to much, Kyle. Let’s fix that.” He pulled Kyle’s head up and thrust his hips forward, stuffing his now hard dick down Kyle’s throat as he opened his mouth to protest. He tried to pull back, to gag, but there was nowhere to go and his muscles wouldn’t respond. His mouth was filled with the taste of dick, his nose buried in the smell of sweat, piss, and man.

“They struggled, didn’t they, Kyle? When you drugged them and made them suck your disgusting, dirty dick?” Kyle tried to say something, but nothing came out, his mouth filled with Justin’s dick. Justin roared on, “But you didn’t listen, did you, Kyle? You just went on, getting your pleasure. Well now I’m going to get mine.”

He began to rock his hips forward and back, slowly fucking Kyle’s face. He felt a glob of precum drip from his dick onto Kyle’s tongue. Kyle’s face screwed up even more. Justin released Kyle’s head and leaned forward, completely covering Kyle’s head with his body, fucking his head into the pillow of his bed.

“No. you. Didn’t. stop. Did. You. Kyle?” Justin gasped as he thrust into the pinned wrestler. It was rage that drove him, rage and vengeance, but he couldn’t help but enjoy himself in some small corner of his mind. Here was the BMOC at his mercy. Those golden styled locks tousled beneath his fingers. Those ears gripped like handles. And that mouth wrapped around his member, the strong jaw working, Adam’s apple bobbing. Though not for the reasons he had ever envisioned it, this was, nonetheless very close to a wet dream Justin had since he met Kyle.

He could feel himself approaching orgasm, “And just the sex wasn’t enough… was it? You had to claim them, make them yours…” He held Kyle’s head in place and pulled back until just the tip of his dripping dick was in Kyle’s mouth. “EAT IT!” And he came, flooding Kyle’s mouth with his come. Kyle tried to gag, tried to spit it out, but Justin shoved his dick further into Kyle’s mouth and pinched his nose shut, “Swallow it, bitch, or drown. Swallow it, like you made them!”

Finally, with rage and hurt in his eyes, Kyle gave in and swallowed, milking the last of the come out of Justin’s dick. Justin reached over to the bed stand and pulled a small camera out of his pants. Kyle’s eyes grew wide as Justin took a picture down his own chest, with a beautiful full view of Kyle, lips wrapped around a big throbbing penis. Finally, Justin withdrew.

Kyle gasped, still unable to control his muscles, “You’ll pasyh forsh thish.”

Justin laughed, “You make two mistakes there, Kyle. First, I won’t pay. Are you going to tell someone about this? Damn, now THAT would be great for your love life and reputation on campus, now wouldn’t it, Casanova? Not to mention the pics I’ve got. And second… you presume we’re done. Probably like Sarah and Amy thought?”

Kyle’s eyes widened, “Buuuh… you… ou can’sh!”

Justin smiled grimly, “It wasn’t enough for you just to get off, was it? Getting head wasn’t good enough for the great Kyle? No, you had to do it again. All I can say is you’re DAMN lucky both of them are on the pill. You took so much from them, I think I’ll take your virginity in exchange? You made them subservient to you, so I’ll make you my bitch. I think I may just enjoy this…”

He slid back between Kyle’s legs, and before the drugged man could even attempt to rise, he lifted Kyle’s legs onto his shoulders, making escape impossible. His dick was already hardening again, and well lubed with come and spit, so he didn’t stop to prepare. With one long thrust he split Kyle’s virgin ass, as a long low groan of pain, physical and mental escaped the man under him.

Justin folded Kyle over himself, fucking him downward while staring into Kyle’s face. “What’s wrong Kyle, can’t take as good as you give?” He leaned down, “Come on, Kyle. Give Daddy a kiss.” He forced his tongue into Kyle’s mouth and kissed him roughly.

He fucked Kyle hard, fueled by his anger, “Know how it feels now Kyle? How it feels to be taken? How it feels to lose your control? Your sense of safety? Do you feel dirty now, Kyle? ‘Cause my friends are sitting at home, consumed by guilt, devoured by the darkness YOU forced on them.”

He felt the fire build behind his balls. Justin buried himself to the hilt in Kyle’s tight virgin ass, folding him in half with such force that he probably could have sucked his own dick, soft. And he came, hot burning come rushed forth, filling Kyle.

Coming down off his high, he reluctantly pulled out, breathing hard. There was no more to be done. Kyle would be more wary from now on, that was true, but he probably wouldn’t stop. And there was nothing he could do about it. He looked at Kyle, spread out and vulnerable, his muscular chest heaving and stared.

Kyle’s body had begun to tremble. He was… shrinking! Kyle swiftly realized it as well and paniced, “Wha? Jushtin? Wha’s happeningsh?” But Justin didn’t know. As he watched Kyle’s muscular form collapse in on itself he remembered the strange woman from before the party. It must be her, what else could it be?

Kyle shrank quickly, within about 30 seconds he was only 6 inches tall. Apparently the shrinking process had cleared the valeric acid from his system, because he got up and started running across the bed. Without thinking about it, Justin grabbed him, almost completely wrapping him in his hand.

Kyle was begging, “Please, please man, I don’t know how you did this, but you’ve got to undo it! Put my back, please!”

Justin smiled, “Well now, this is an interesting development.” His own words came back to him and he mumbled to himself, “consumed by guilt, devoured by the darkness…” Kyle blanched, and Justin made his decision, here was a way to make sure that Kyle never repeated this trick.

“By the darkness you created shall you be devoured, Kyle. Enjoy your trip.” Justin said, grimly. Kyle started crying and begging again, of course. But his cries were quickly cut off as Justin stuffed him headfirst into his mouth. It was a strange feeling, Kyle’s entire chest barely filling his mouth, squirming.

He opened his throat like he was going down on a big dick and pushed on Kyle’s feet. Just like the dick he was, he slipped forward and was soon wrapped in the folds of Justin’s throat. Kyle’s kicking feet were all the remained outside of Justin’s mouth.

Justin swallowed. Kyle vanished, to slide down Justin’s throat like an especially large lump of food. Justin could feel him wriggling and squirming down there, and a few seconds later he was jacking himself to the third orgasm of the evening. But eventually, the struggles ceased. Justin cleaned himself off, removing any evidence of his presence, and left, there being nothing left of vengeance to carry out.

He crossed the quad again, it being even darker this time. The wind blew around him, picking up leaves and swirling up his jacket. He looked up. There, in the middle of the quad, right in front of him, was the old woman, as if she had been there since the beginning of time. Behind her were several other figures cloaked in shadow. He couldn’t see much, but he could tell they were of several builds and both genders.

The woman spoke, her voice like the dry leaves that sped around him, skittering across the grass and nearby pavement, “You did well, Justin.”

Justin frowned, “Who, exactly, are you? How did you… how did he… I…”

The woman laughed, and it was rich and wild like the wind through trees, “So many questions, young man. Let me introduce ourselves, we are the Scale Balancers, and I am Aeryn, leader, called Mother Hearthstone by most. We are fae who keep the world in balance, who help to repay the acts of men. We are, you could say, the agents of karma. If you had not interceded on your friends’ behalves, we would have.”

Justin grimaced, “Wait… fae? Like fairies? Nymphs? Elves? And… huh… interceded?”

Again Aeryn laughed, “Yes, you interceded, beating even us to the balancing. And you took to it well. With your act you have shown yourself to be more… special. And so we have come to offer you a place among us, balancing the scales of fate.”

How could he choose, “DO I have to leave my life here? Sarah and Amy need me. And I want to finish my studies…”

Aeryn smiled, gently, like the wrinkled knoll of an old tree, “No, you may stay here if you wish. Travel is easy for such as us. And you are right; your friends do need you. It is a great responsibility, but one that comes with great power, and the ability to help the ones you love.”

Justin was scared, he had read the stories. Deals with faeries were unbreakable. Whatever he chose now, he would be bound to, forever. But how could he turn it down? He straightened his shoulders and forced himself to relax, “I’ll do it. I will join you.”

Aeryn placed a dry old hand on his shoulder, “Good. I thought you might, but future seeing is not one of my gifts. Welcome to our family, Justin, welcome.”

The end?