Erotic gay story of gay man seeking revenge: 4
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Sexy gay story: I normally don’t allow people to fuck me dry, so this pain was much more intense than I had experienced anything during sex. I was bleeding and it took me several minutes to get used to the pain and the burning sensation- long after he had resumed fucking me.
I couldn’t stop screaming and writhing in pain trying to free myself, but to little avail.
He screwed me in this position for several minutes until he got tired and relaxed his grip on me. I was now hugging him tightly, my nails digging in his back and I trying to breathe through the pain which by now had subsided significantly.
I extricated myself from him, went to my bag, took out aloe vera gel and applied it on my swollen and bleeding hole. When I turned to face Aditya, I saw streaks of my blood strewn around his dick. I went forward and applied lots of gel on his dick.
He turned me roughly, bent me over the bed and penetrated again. I couldn’t help but let out a high pitched sound of pain. He responded to this with a tight spank on my ass, held both my hands behind me, increased his speed and started cussing wildly. With every thrust, I would let out a bone-chilling aah while he would cuss with the occasional humph.
This went on for quite some time and eventually he bent forward to grab my moobs while he continued fucking me in the dog-pose. He continued cussing me, fucking me, and squeezing my breasts but every now and then he would ask me if I was enjoying it.
I didn’t bother to respond, but I would make changes in the sounds I was making and let him think whatever he wanted to think. His speed was picking up now, and I realised that if I don’t stop him, he will cum.
So, I fell on the bed just in time to break this spell and he too fell on top of me cussing loudly. He was so angry at this that he squeezed both my nipples, bit my ears and applied another thrust- all at the same time with as much force as he could muster.
He made me scream again, but I achieved what I wanted to achieve.
Aditya was now pulling me up on the bed. I was on my stomach, lying along the length of the bed; he was on top of me, his dick inside me once again. He had me in a chokehold now- my throat was trapped between his left bicep and forearm and he used his right hand to grab hold of my balls.
As he increased his fucking speed, he also increased his pressure on my nuts and my throat and whispered in my ear: ab kar harkat sali bahinchod randi (take it now, you slutty bitch).
More I moved or tried to free myself, more aggressive he became- he had snaked his legs around mine and was fucking me brutally while choking and sack tapping me. And all I could do was hold on to his left hand as tightly as I could.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I felt what was the peak of everything- and with one last thrust, with one tight squeeze and with one strong choke, he let out a guttural aaaaahhhh and I a muffled gurgle.
Thus he came. I could feel the rapid pulsating of his dick and the associated emptying of his balls in my ass while his hold on my throat and my balls relaxed. As I regained my breath, and as he fell on top of me, I realised that I had also cum with him.
He was still panting as he whispered, we should do this again and I couldn’t help but smirk inwardly and say sure. I doubt he heard that because he soon drifted into sleep and left me alone with my musings.
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Now that I had achieved what I wanted- now that I had had unprotected and rather rough sex with him, I just had to play the final part. I took out a piece of paper from my wallet, grabbed a pen and wrote a letter to him.
I made sure that my eyes were watering and a couple of tears dropped on the paper. I also wrote in such a manner that it appeared that my hands were shaking as I wrote the letter. The room was already quite messed up by now, so it only added to the narrative I wanted to create.
I left the letter displayed prominently on the table. It was 2 AM in the morning. I sneaked out of his house and went back to mine. Took a shower and cleaned myself, and left the city for good.
As I was leaving, I turned back and saw the door of his house which I had left ajar. Despite the apparent obnoxiousness of what I had done, I couldn’t help but smile at what I had done today, and what awaited Aditya in the letter that I had penned. It read:
Aditya, I don’t know how much you remember from last night because you were pretty drunk but last night you raped me brutally. After raping me, you slept but I couldn’t sleep so I am leaving because I cannot bear to see you anymore. I begged you repeatedly to stop but you did not listen.
If you need any proof about what you did last night, just look around the room to see the mess you created as you repeatedly violated me. If that is not enough, you will also see dried blood on your dick when you get up in the morning as well as all the scratch marks that I made on your chest, back and face while trying to push you away.
And if that isn’t enough either, look into your phone where I have taken several pictures of my body where you bit me in your despicable lust.
And if you still don’t believe that you raped me last night, well too bad! Destroying my life by molesting me as a child wasn’t enough for you; you had to rape me as an adult too! Well the joke is on you Aditya, because you have destroyed your life by raping me. And this is perhaps the only solace that I have left. Because I am HIV positive.
If you don’t believe it, I dare you to get tested in a few weeks’ time. To be honest, it doesn’t matter whether you get tested or not, because here is what is going to happen in the next few days: You will fall sick of unknown causes and no doctor will be able to find out why you are getting a fever.
You will struggle to recover but you will recover soon enough. If you get tested, you will realise that you are HIV positive.
Of course, you have the option of taking medicine and living a near normal life, but you will have to take at least one medicine daily. And that is my revenge.
Every time you take the medicine, you will remember me- the man whose life you wanted to destroy but who destroyed your life.
If you don’t get tested or don’t take medicine, well you will die a slow painful and premature death. And I am happy with that either. So, have a happy life or don’t- I couldn’t care less.
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It was a cold December day of 2020 when I got the news that I was HIV positive. It was a shock, no denying that; but that’s not why I am writing this story. I knew enough about this infection, so I wasn’t worried that I would die a slow, painful death.
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I knew that I would need to start medication immediately, and in a few months I will reach a stage where I won’t be able to pass it to others. However, when I found out that I was poz (the colloquial term used for people who are HIV positive; popular largely in gay circles), I had this strange, overwhelming and raging urge to seek revenge- to vindicate all the wrongs that have happened to me.
And here was the readymade target- Aditya.
The End
I would like to dedicate this story to all my friends who were abused as a child and/or are HIV positive today. Friends, no matter what adversity life throws at you, soldier on, keep fighting the good fight, stay happy and make others happy.
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Satvik