Chapter 3. Revenge

“I found out some stuff about Rick,” says Chandler as he bangs away on his laptop.

He came over to my place to hang out, and he came bearing gifts. Today is one of those rare Saturdays when I don’t have to work from the office. 

It’s been about a week since we talked about him digging dirt on Rick. As the days passed, I thought it was a crazy idea, so I didn’t push him. Rick had moved on as if nothing had happened. Of course, his life hadn’t changed one bit. He didn’t have to endure the judgemental or pitiful stares at the office. He hadn’t had his enthusiasm obliterated by feeling unappreciated. And he didn’t have to take the same bullshit every day from his worst nightmare.

“Even after you told me what he did, I heard some guys at work talking about it. It was pretty messed up.”

“It means I don’t have to feel guilty,” I say. “Instead of getting hurt, I can get revenge.” 

“Yeah. Since you helped me get the job at your firm, I thought the least I could do was help you with your boss.”

I take the sandwiches I just made and some orange juice from the kitchen to the coffee table, and I sit on the couch next to Chandler. Chandler grabs a sandwich and takes a bite. The whole while, he works on his laptop, which rests on his lap. I don’t even peek at the screen, almost afraid to see what he found.

“I got lucky,” he says. “Rick asked me to update his home wireless router. The things I found out may surprise you.” He pours orange juice into a glass and takes a sip.

I’m both curious and a little scared. What if Rick is more messed up than I thought? And what if I’m too much of a wuss to act on the dirt? 

Chandler spins his laptop so that I can look at the screen. “This is what your boss spends his private time looking at.”

I’m surprised and confused by what I see. It’s a video of a naked guy tied up and suspended by a thick rope. Another guy in leather is occasionally whipping the suspended guy with a kind of shredded whip. I look at Chandler. “I don’t understand. Rick is a sadist?”

“No.” He hands me the laptop. “Open the other tabs.”

When I do, I’m surprised to see handcuffed or tied-up guys being fucked, deep-throated, or jerked off. It’s all gay porn. I’m speechless. Rick is straight, isn’t he? He was married, has kids, and moves around with a ten-foot pole jammed inside his ass.

“Are you sure you didn’t hack someone else’s computer?”

Chandler looks at me like I just declared myself a secret billionaire. “You know me better than that.”

Actually, I do. Not only is he a computer whiz, but he has the degree and professional certificates to back it up.

“So, you’re saying Rick is gay?”

“As a pink unicorn with a rainbow tail,” says Chandler. “From what I’ve gathered, he’s into soft BDSM—master/ slave, handcuffs, ties, rope, edging. He also checks out formal wear, stripping, muscle, virgin. And it’s all gay porn. I couldn’t find any straight porn in his search history as far back as a year ago.”

“It must be about power,” I tell him. “The prick seems obsessed with bossing people around.”

“Not just,” says Chandler. “He has profiles on a few gay dating sites. The bios are all the same. He’s looking for love and a serious relationship.”

It kinda begins to make sense. Is that why I’ve never seen or heard of him connected to any woman except his ex-wife? And he does always look clean in his snappy clothes, the slick hair, and perpetually close shave. I thought he always looked at me like he wanted to chew me up and spit out the pieces. But maybe he actually wants more delicate nibbles. 

I can’t help but smile as the gears of my mind start spinning. “The poor guy is lonely.”

Chandler grins. “Don’t tell me you’re feeling sorry for him now.”

“Oh, no. His deeds can’t go unpunished. He can’t treat people like shit and get away with it. And now I know how to break him after I’ve gotten what I want from him.”

“Like, are you thinking of exposing his private shit at work?” asks Chandler.

“Hell no,” I tell him. “If I do that, they’ll throw him a gay parade and pat him on the back for finally embracing his true identity. I’m thinking something more personal. You remember Cray?”

“Your college ex, Cray?”

“Yep. I’ll do a Cray on him. Reel him in before crushing his soul.”

Cray was my college boyfriend. He cheated on me, and I dumped him when I found out. It destroyed me, but I yearned for revenge. What hurt me the most was how he had cheated on me with three guys, all premeditated. It was never, oh, I was drunk at a party, and this guy seduced me. No, he had searched for these guys on hook-up apps.

When Cray got lonely and came back months later begging for me to take him back, I thought about telling him off. But I realized an opportunity had fallen on my lap. I agreed to take him back. I was never invested in him again or any other guy since, but I became the perfect boyfriend to him as he did to me. When he told me he loved me and wanted us to move in together, I dumped him. I made him feel what he’d made me feel.

“I don’t think that will work with Rick,” says Chandler. “This guy is looking for the real thing. He won’t just fall for anything.”

I smile at the clueless boy. “You’re so innocent about men. Those who crave love are the easiest to manipulate. If he was a fuckboy, I’d have a real challenge. Those ones forget you as soon as fuck you and cum.” 

Chandler makes a face but knows better than to argue with me about guys. “If you’re set on following this ill-advised path, then there’s more I’ve gotta show you.” He takes his laptop and clicks on a few things. “Gird your loins,” he says with a grin before handing me back the laptop.

My eyes almost fall out of their sockets when I see the images on the screen. I glance at Chandler before returning to the photos. “Is this him?”

Chandler nods. I’m getting a hard-on despite myself. Chandler just showed me dick pics. And the dick is huge. As I click through them, each new photo is more tantalizing than the last. I can’t help but lick my lips. In one of the photos, I recognize one of Rick’s fancy chequered shirts covering his lower belly. These are definitely his dick pics.

In some of the photos, cum is oozing from the tip and pooled on his belly. And his shredded abs are visible in some of the photos. I can’t believe I’ve been working with such a hottie for the last five months.

Thankfully, I’m sitting, and my hardon isn’t as visible. Precum had already started leaking from my dick, and now I feel wet and uncomfortable. I try to act casual beside Chandler, but I’m feeling quite warm and sweaty. Rick just made me horny, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

“You’re horny now, aren’t you?”

“A little bit,” I admit. I smile awkwardly and feel the blood rush to my face. I must be as red as a cherry.

“Okay, I’m getting up and leaving now. You can give me my laptop at work on Monday. All files are in a folder labeled boss.” Chandler gulps the last of his orange juice and grabs another sandwich before leaving my apartment.

I’m relieved I don’t have to move around with a boner in front of him. We may be close, but not that close. As I look through the boss folder, I get really horny. Realizing I can’t think straight anymore, I remove my clothes and head to my bathroom with the laptop. I look at Rick’s dick pics as I jerk off. As I release bucket loads of cum, I’m not proud of the moment.

But at least I can think again. If I’m to succeed in getting close to Rick, it may require an assertive approach. By the time I go to bed that night, I’ve formed a daring plan.