Erotic gay story of gay man seeking revenge: 1
Erotic gay story: Before you start reading this story, I must warn you about it. The story might be too dark and harsh for you so a word of caution is warranted. While this is a fictional story, it talks about abuse, and sex which might legally be considered potentially life threating. If any of these topics hurt your sentiments, I urge you to not read the story.
Further, while the story does describe sex there is a lot of build-up involved as well, and it may not be like a traditional sex story that you typically read on this website. So, proceed at your own risk.
This was the year 2000; I was around 18 years old and lived with a big family of eight members. My family had been living in the same rented house for around twenty five years. We had the same neighbours for around 20 years who also lived on rent, so the two families were reasonably friendly.
By 2000, my neighbour’s family consisted of a married couple and two sons aged 25 and 20 years.
Having watched several psycho-thrillers and what nots, I can present several circumstantial evidence today that the older son of my neighbour (let’s call him Aditya) was either a psychopath or a sociopath.
His parents used to adopt dogs in the early 2000s, but none of the dogs lasted for more than a few months. The dogs would die mysteriously, and I vaguely remember a rumour that Aditya was responsible for their deaths.
I am not really sure what happened but eventually the neighbours stopped adopting dogs and started domesticating cows. What I know for sure is that Aditya had once stoned a frog to death: to the extent that its shrivelled skin was visible on the grounds for several days.
Aside from the obvious cruelty to animals, he also kept a very vile company and was imprisoned at least once as a juvenile. I also remember him doing some things which I would consider severely blasphemous- for example, he would put his hands inside his mother’s blouse in front of me.
He was at least 18 years old back then, and I believe he should have had the sense that this is wrong.
His eccentric sexual behaviour was not limited to his mother though. His bathroom had a peephole through which he would look at the naked people of his family when they were bathing.
He once took me with him to the place and showed his father who was naked and walking around.
This was such a powerful image in my head that even today I remember his big, dark dick dangling around- it was at least 5 inches when soft and uniformly thick. I also saw his smooth brown ass when he had turned around.
In Aditya’s defence, I think he was at least physically abused by his father. I am not sure if he was sexually abused as well, but I wouldn’t put it past his father. After all, the father did try to get me alone once presumably to fuck me.
Anyways, that’s not the point of this story. I strongly suspect that Aditya was abused, and that is the only bit of sympathy I have for him.
Coming back to the story, I was strictly instructed by my family to stay away from him. However, he managed to secure a very mysterious influence over me. He would use abusive words in front of me and sometimes on me as well, and I sort of liked hearing them.
Eventually, he started seeking solitary company with me and you can imagine what might have happened. He started molesting me when I was 18 years old and it continued for several years.
Of course I did not know what all this meant; I didn’t even realise that I was being violated to the extreme; in fact I did everything I could to seek his company, to be alone with him; to seek his approval.
I went through all the phases that a gry subjected to such an extreme level of monstrosity goes through, but that is not the point here.
The most important takeaway here is that I was molested by my neighbour which in all likelihood contributed to my homosexuality.
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Over the years, I realised what had happened to me, how it had affected me and I worked hard to overcome the ill effects this. However, there would be times when something or the other would trigger a very strong feeling of revenge.
Back in 2016, I became aware that his wife gave birth to a son. This had triggered a very strong feeling that I am unable to describe now: whether it was anger (should someone like him have a child?), or sadness (about the future of the child) or something else altogether.
I always found writing to be a strong form of expression and back then I had written a story where I pontificated about my feelings on my molester becoming a father.
I always harboured this feeling that I was superior to him in several aspects of my life and this story ended up buttressing this feeling of superiority.
Anyways, for the most of my life till 2020, I did not spare a lot of thought on him; I lived my life the way I wanted to: had lots of sex with a variety of men; some paid, some unpaid; some protected, some bareback; all of them were consensual but I did violate some men as well by groping them in public transport or in long crowded queues.
As I write this piece, I wonder if I ultimately was really better than my molester? True, that I never violated someone at my age; true that I always backed off when someone resisted my advances; but I did violate men and that is quite shameful as well.
And ultimately I did avenge my molestation in a way that affected him and at least his wife. Whether or not I was better than him will probably be clarified when I meet my maker, but let us come back to the story.
As I was saying, I was living a rather promiscuous life until 2020 when suddenly the opportunity of exacting my revenge presented itself and I executed it in March 2021.
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By March 2021, several things had changed. Both my family and my neighbour’s family had moved out but both of us had retained the rented accommodations. Aditya (the molester) used this rented accommodation as a private pad for all his illicit activities like hiring prostitutes or calling over his drink buddies while his parents, his wife and his children lived in another house just a few meters away.
This meant that I had easy access to him. All I needed was some good quality alcohol. I had already procured it through a friend of mine- a 15 year old Glenlivet.
There was also the option of just drugging him, but I felt that it would be too complicated. I wasn’t an expert at drugging people and to be honest, I was more worried that I might accidentally drug myself.
My plan involved just getting him drunk and I was reasonably confident that I could control my inebriation better than anything else. And the core of my plan relied on simply having sex with him.
In preparation for the event, I had alcohol, some finger food or chakhna as we call it in India and a good playlist. The playlist was the key- to ease us into a comfortable drunken state but also to get him horny. So, the playlist had all the cheesy songs that I could think of.
Everything was now ready except for the appointment. That happened as easily as I could have expected. I saw him in the afternoon of 15th March. I told him that I had this bottle of very nice scotch and offered to share it with him.
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I said that I did not want to waste such a good alcohol by drinking it alone, but I couldn’t take it with me to my parents’ house. He agreed rather effortlessly, I might add.
Stay tuned for the next part where I describe how I seek my vengeance from Aditya. As always, I would love to get your feedback or just to hear from you. My previous twitter and Instagram accounts have been blocked, so here are the new ones.
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