Red-Hot Revenge

"What the fuck?" Sam exclaimed.

"My bad. I grazed you as I was trying to move over to help Frank," he replied.

Sam remained silent. Aiden could see his cock having a delayed reaction. It twitched a few times, and it gained about an inch of length.

Aiden pulled off Frank's boxer briefs. Frank's cock was about five inches flaccid. It was not as meaty as his friend's, but it was well-proportioned to his leaner frame. Frank was, in fact a fire-crotch. He had a small bush of trimmed orange-red pubic hair at the base of his shaft.

"Like Sam said, this will only take a minute," Aiden said. "We should be at the entrance to the weight room in no time. I am going to guide you with my voice so just follow me. I'll help with the few steps at the entrance when we get there."

Aiden pushed the door open leaving the locker room. Sam and Frank just stood there frozen.

"Let's get cracking, boys," Aiden said, aping an impatient coach's voice. "We don't want to keep the others waiting."

Sam stepped out into the sunlight. Aiden watched as it cascaded across his ripped body. Frank followed with a more hesitant gait. Aiden let the door shut with a loud bang so they both knew they had left safe territory.

Aiden knew that the journey to the weight room would be quick and painless. He needed more than that to move past what had happened to him. It was unlikely that anyone would even be near the gym since it was on the edge of campus and only used by athletic teams.

"This way," Aiden said, as he started walking around the gym.

Aiden watched his two bullies walking naked, side by side, with black hoods covering their heads. He felt pleasure seeing them take uneasy steps and react to small noises with sharp jerks. He knew they needed to feel what it was like to experience the same loss of control he had once suffered at their hands.

"Fuck, guys, fuck!" Aiden exclaimed. "Campus security is rounding the building. I'm going to need you to hide. You'll have to squeeze in this gap, and I'll block you from view."

Aiden had decided that pretending security was coming was a good start to making them feel a loss of control. He grabbed Sam by the shoulder and pushed him towards the building. He pulled Frank by the elbow and positioned him so he was facing Sam.

"Just slide to your right into the gap," Aiden said. "It's a really tight fit for two people."

Aiden watched as they both started to slide into the crack, only to realize that they were going to be touching one another. He stepped over to them; he placed his hands on their asses and pushed them closer together. He could see their cocks slapping into one another as they shimmied into the space.

Aiden leaned against them so he could feel their warm, tangled bodies pushing into his back. He felt pressure as they squirmed against one another. Neither of them said a single word.

"Okay, coast is clear," Aiden said. "You can come out now."

Aiden watched Frank shimmying toward the opening while Sam remained in place. Frank popped out of the nook. He looked a little short of breath with his chest heaving.

"Sam, are you coming?" Aiden asked.

Sam slowly made his way out of the space. His cock was fully erect at 9 inches. It was pulsing a bit in front of him.

Aiden decided to poke fun at Sam's erection with a little wordplay. "Wow, Sam, I didn't think it would be so HARD...," he said, pausing a few seconds. "...for you to get out of that tight space! I guess you are a massive guy though, when standing fully erect. Bigger than 6 inches, I mean feet, right?"

"I, um, I..." Sam started to explain. His faced was flushed, and he was fidgeting. Aiden was sure that if his hands weren't zip-tied, they'd be covering his cock -- or trying, at least.

"We've got to keep moving," Aiden interrupted. "I got a text and they are all waiting on us. They said they are locking the door if we aren't there in a minute." He could see Sam's shoulders slump a bit at this news. Frank started breathing more rapidly.

"I can get us there, but I need to guide you with more than my voice. Is that okay?" Aiden asked.

"Yes," Sam and Frank replied, in unison.

Aiden assumed they thought he was going to stand behind them and direct them by placing his hands on their backs. He reached back and grabbed each of their cocks. He firmly grasped onto Sam's rock-hard rod and Frank's flaccid member. They both let out a loud gasp.

"Less than a minute now," Aiden warned them.

Aiden pulled them forward with force. They were moving at a pace somewhere between walking and jogging. He was making an effort to massage both of their cocks in his clenched fists as they were running. He could feel Sam's warm cock sliding in and out of his hand with increasing force.

Aiden could feel pre-cum trickle from Sam's cock head. It acted as lube, lessening the friction between his cock and Aiden's fist. He thought he could hear Sam breathing deeper than he had been a few moments earlier.

Aiden stopped walking. He maintained his firm grasp on their cocks. Frank's member was now semi-erect at about 6 inches. It was starting to bow upwards, with a curve, as it became harder.

"There are three steps," Aiden told them. "I'm going to walk up backwards so I can guide you so you don't fall."

Aiden let go of their cocks and spun around to face them. His left hand was wet with Sam's sticky pre-cum. He reached out with that hand to grab Frank's cock and used his other hand on Sam.

"What the hell!" exclaimed Frank. "Is that lube on your hand?"

"No," Aiden said. "I think Sam got excited from all the movement. He started leaking a bit."

"I'm sorry," Sam replied in a dejected tone.

Aiden pulled them up the three steps towards the door. He would let go of their cocks as they mounted each step, then reach out again to pull them up the next step with a firm stoke, base to tip.

Sam and Frank were both standing on the top step, completely erect. Frank's cock had grown to 8 inches, and its upward curve was even more pronounced. Aiden assumed that Sam's pre-cum lube was what pushed him over the edge from semi to completely hard.

Aiden knew that the door was locked and nobody was inside. But he made a show of trying to open the door and knocking loudly, while calling for his teammates to let them in. He pretended to pull out his phone.

"Another text. It says that we took too long so you two have to loop around to the other side and enter through Coach's office," Aiden said.

Aiden heard Frank breathing deeply. He seemed overwhelmed by this new development. Sam just stood there; his cock was continuing to pulse from time to time.

"Guys, I think I am going to leave you here and let you figure things out," Aiden said.

"No!" they both shouted in a panic.

"I mean I have been trying to help you out, but it is too much. I'm starting to think you are a gay or something. Who else would get hard from a guy touching them in this situation?" he asked. "I'll guide you the rest of the way, but I'm going to lead from behind so I don't have to stare at your erections."

Aiden led Sam and Frank down the stairs. He placed his hands on their shoulders to steady them as they awkwardly descended. Aiden positioned himself behind them. He reached out and grabbed a handful of each of their asses with his hands.

"I'm going to push you from behind. If you have a problem with that, I can let you find your own way," Aiden barked.

"Do what you gotta do, man," Sam replied hastily.

Aiden started pushing them forward. He knew they were disoriented from having the hoods covering their faces. They had no real way of knowing if he was taking them to the other side of the gym or to a different location.

Aiden was pushing them both toward the other side of the gym, but he veered left, off the path and onto a different route.

"God, I wish this was over," Frank muttered.

There was an intensifying chattering noise approaching the three young men. Aiden could see five young women walking towards them. They were all conversing, while two of them simultaneously looked at their phones. Sam and Frank stopped in their tracks.

Aiden saw the young women stop about twenty feet away. They were laughing and making comments to one another in hushed tones. One of them was taking pictures of the scene with her phone.

"Hey, girls!" Aiden shouted. "Do you like this fresh meat? Come over and take a closer look!"

The young women hesitated for only a moment before they closed the distance. They stood directly in front of Sam and Frank, staring at their bodies. Aiden moved to join them so he, too, could look at his former bullies.

Aiden could see that Frank's erection was waning; however, Sam was still as solid as stone. They young women were pointing at Sam's hard cock.

"How about a group photo?," Aiden said, pointing to the on young woman's phone. "You're only in college once. We can't let you forget this memory."

"Fuck," Frank said, under his breath.

The girls quickly crowded around them. They were all chuckling at the expense of the two unfortunate young men.

Aiden watched as they posed using Sam and Frank as props. One woman leaned her head against Sam's pec muscles. Another made bunny ears behind Frank's head. The woman in wearing red yoga pants squeezed between them. She grabbed each of their asses with one of her hands right as Aiden was taking a picture. Sam and Frank jumped in response to her touch.

Aiden took a few more pictures on the phones. He assured the young women that they were all doing an amazing job with posing and that they looked great.

"Girls, I'm going to have to end this photo shoot," Aiden said. "Your models have another engagement. It's a small campus, though, so I'm sure you'll be seeing Sam Thompkins and Frank Lehrman again."

Aiden handed the phone back to its owner and started pushing Sam and Frank back in the direction they had been headed.

"What was that? You said our names!" Sam proclaimed. "Now they are going to tell everyone who we are."

"Oh fuck," said Aiden. "It just slipped out. I try to say the full name of people I've just met as a tool to help me remember them."

Sam let out a loud sigh in response to Aiden's explanation. Frank was still hyperventilating a bit, and didn't speak. Aiden guided them to metal door that had "Staff Only" painted on it in large letters. He removed a key from his pocket and unlocked the door.

"We made it to Coach's office," he said. He pushed Sam and Frank into the building. He made sure that he gave each of their asses a firm slap as he ushered them inside.

Aiden had not taken them to the Coach's office. He had redirected them to a back entrance of the campus dining hall, which was not too far from the gym. Aiden worked part-time in the kitchen as part of his financial aid package. He had brought them into a room used to store canned foods and other non-perishables.

"I don't hear anyone," said Frank.

"We have to walk through Coach's office to get to the locker room," Aiden replied. "I'm sure the other guys are waiting on us there by now. Oh, right, I'm supposed to cut you free first. Let me find some scissors in Coach's desk."

Aiden walked over to a table and grabbed a red bottle. He carefully unscrewed the lid. He slipped on a plastic glove that was used to prepare certain foods, like chopping onions.

Aiden walked over to a large, green, metal door. He could hear some muted voices on the other side when standing right next to it.

"Found them," he said. "Walk over here."

Sam and Frank tentatively took the fifteen steps needed to reach Aiden. Sam was still sporting a raging erection; his cock remained firm at 9 inches. Frank's cock was semi-hard.

"Stand very still," Aiden instructed. "I don't want to accidentally cut you instead of the zip ties."

Aiden poured the thick red liquid from the bottle into his cupped, gloved hand. He slowly placed his hand a few inches below Sam's cock. He swiftly grabbed onto Sam's hard cock, near the base of his shaft, and spun his palm around the shaft as he pulled towards to cock head.

Sam gasped in surprise. Aiden frantically used the remaining red liquid to coat Frank's cock in the same manner.

"What the fuck was that?" Sam yelled. "What did you put on my cock?"

"Mine too!" Frank chimed in. "What was that, Charles?"

Aiden stood in silence watching Sam and Frank struggle to break through the zip ties. He could tell that they were starting to panic. He wasn't sure if they could already feel the heat, or if they just knew something bad was coming.

Aiden pulled the glove from his hand and tossed it on the floor. He proceeded to yank the black hoods off of his former bullies. They were blinking rapidly, as their eyes adjusted to the light. They both looked at Aiden, and then down at their red-hued cocks.

"Dude, this has gone too far!" Sam blurted out. "Where are we? And what did you do to my cock? It's starting to tingle."

"You mean that red stuff?" Aiden asked. He feigned innocence poorly, on purpose. Beneath it, every word dripped with venom -- with red-hot rage. "I just thought that you both seemed to be having a good walk. Sam, your cock was leaking all over my hand. I just couldn't help myself with your 'hot cocks.'" I mean, I have been in love with Frank since high school, according to you both. I'm surprised that at least he doesn't recognize the feeling of his own red-hot 'cum.'"

"Gay-den?" Frank muttered.

Aiden nodded. He watched as they both started to sweat. Sam's pale skin was beginning to flush. Frank was hyperventilating again, harder than ever. They were both bouncing up and down, as if they were trying to generate a breeze on their cocks. The thick hot sauce clung firmly to their members.

"I can tell you from experience that hot sauce burns in other places, not just inside the mouth," he said. "The doctor I saw in high school told me that I would have had permanent vision damage if I hadn't flushed out my eyes within a few minutes. I wonder if it is the same for cocks?"

Frank looked like he was about to cry. He was shifting his body weight from foot to foot, squirming in pain. Sam looked steadier, like he was trying to breathe through the discomfort.

Aiden saw that Frank's cock was fully erect. He had read online that that was a common response to the capsaicin aggravating the skin. Aiden could see that the few uncovered parts of Sam's cock were even redder than the hot sauce surrounding them.

"Aiden, you got to cut us free," Sam pleaded between controlled breaths. "I mean we were just dumb high school kids. I am so sorry. We didn't mean it. Please, Aiden, please."

Aiden furrowed his brow and gave a slight nod. He was pretending to be pensive.

"Actually, I know what happens," Aiden said. "I researched it. You might not believe it, but guys manage to get hot sauce on their cocks often enough for there to be information about if online. One guy accidentally used hot sauce as lube. He ended up with second degree burns!"

Frank started sobbing. Sam looked Aiden in the eyes. He adopted a more stoic demeanor.

"So, you are going to disfigure us?" Sam asked. "And all because of a joke in high school?"

Aiden stood there, silently staring at them.

"Aiden, I know you probably won't believe this but I am sorry," he said. He did his best to walk the tightrope between being tough and being contrite. "There are a lot of things in my past I regret, and one of them is hurting you. I think you are better than this; you are better than us. Please, have mercy."

Aiden loudly exhaled. He tried his best to look like he had been truly moved by what Sam had said.

"Sam, you're right," he replied. "I wasn't going to disfigure you. I could never permanently harm another person. I was going to tell you that there's a way to stop your pain and ensure you don't end up with burns. I was going to tell you that your only option was to lick the hot sauce off of each other's cocks."

Frank let out a loud gasp; he continued to sob. Sam haltingly nodded at Aiden, like he was trying to assess his next move.

"I'm not going to do that, though," he continued. "You are clearly sorry for what you did to me, so I think things should end here. It's a good thing too. From what I read online, the second degree burns start forming after about five minutes. And you've had that on your cocks for four minutes already," Aiden said.

"Thank you, thank you," Frank bellowed.

Aiden pulled a pair of scissors from his pocket. He nodded towards the door right behind him.

"There's a restroom on the other side," he said. "Come stand over here, and I'll cut you free. You are really going to need to rinse the hot sauce off completely in the sink. I would say for at least a few minutes if you want to avoid burns."

Sam and Frank bounded over to Aiden. They turned to face the large door. Aiden could tell they were desperate to get to the bathroom so they could rinse off the fiery sauce. Frank's breathing had slowed again; Aiden assumed he was feeling calmer now that he was close to being freed.

Aiden stuck the scissors back in his pocket. He leveraged his body weight to forcefully shove Sam and Frank into the door. As they collided with it, it swung open. They fell to the ground on the other side. Aiden also slipped through into this new room. He made sure the door's latch locked as he pulled it shut. He scuttled to a corner of this new space, where he stood partially obstructed by a vending machine.

Aiden heard gasps coming from the room. He looked out to see people dropping their forks mid-bite. He felt malicious joy. He was back in the cafeteria -- or close enough to it -- and this time, he was the one with all the power.

Sam and Frank awkwardly untangled themselves and found their way onto their knees. They had a hard time standing with their hands still tied behind their backs. A look of shock washed across their faces. Aiden scanned the dining hall to see that roughly fifty people were watching these two naked men.

"Oh fuck, it burns so much!" Frank shouted.

Sam ran up to a young woman at the table to the right of him and frantically asked, "Where is the closest bathroom?"

"Get away from me, you fucking pervert," she screamed, looking at his bright red, throbbing cock.

Aiden watched as Frank stood there frozen. Sam jumped onto the table next to his friend. He scanned the room. Aiden assumed he was looking for the bathrooms.

Sam's large body was covered in small beads of perspiration. They were dripping down his chest and abs. A rosy hue covered most of his body, including his firm ass. His cock bounced up and down, with the red sauce still clinging to its shaft and head.

"This isn't a fucking joke!" Sam roared. "Where is the bathroom?"

A woman's voice in the crowd chimed up, "They are by the vending machines. But they are locked. The sign says they are out of order."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! My cock is on fire!" Frank squealed.

Sam jumped down from the table. He ran over to another table, this one occupied by a group of coeds. They looked at him with a sense of bewilderment as he stood next to them. His cock was at their eye level since they were seated.

"I know this sounds crazy. Some guy put hot sauce of my cock. It burns so fucking bad. My hands are tied behind my back so I can't clean it off," he explained. "Can one of you please rub it off? There's some napkins right there on the table."

Aiden watched as one of the guys at the table jumped to his feet. He gave Sam a firm push against his large pecs. Sam stumbled backwards, almost losing his footing.

"Get away from us, you fucking weirdo," the young man yelled. "Why don't you ask your friend to help you out?"

Sam stumbled over to where Frank was standing, next to an empty table by the door through which they had entered. Aiden watched from his position in the corner. He felt a sense of pride that he had been able to make this happen. He felt some of his rage slip away, knowing that Sam and Frank were finally being punished for their crimes against him.