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Have you consented or would you consent to getting fucked and passed around if you passed out. When I was 19 a leather daddy was fucking me in an alleyway. Two more showed up and watched. I passed out and woke up hours later in a sauna with a different man fucking me. Multiple men took turns fucking me till the Sauna closed an hour later and I had no idea how many more fucked me when I was passed out without my consent. At that time that was how I wanted it
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Hey guys. This is the first story I've written in awhile. I used to have an account as btm4bbrn, but deleted it awhile back for personnel reasons. This first chapter has a bunch of lead up, I promise there will be more exciting chapters soon. As always, feed back is always a appreciated! Check out my other stories. They are: Scorpion Bikers Turned Over Christmas XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Chapter 1 This is a story about how I, a once straight college jock boy, was turned into a bottom slut for black cock overnight by a random stranger. A little about me. My name is Riley, and I am about to start my Sophomore year of college. I'm about 19 years old, and stand about 6'2" and 170lbs. My white body is not overly muscular, but I was pretty toned from playing sports in high school and hitting the weights during my freshman year. I have brown hair, with a high fade on the sides that led to longer hair on top that I kept in a messy look. It all started as I was waiting at the gate to catch my flight back to college. I had just flown into Chicago from Iowa, and was waiting to catch my connecting flight. I grew up in a smaller midwestern town and I was going to college in Georgia. I did not want to be so far from home, but I had gotten an academic scholarship. Due to the distance, my parents decided to pay for me to fly back to school to save on a multi day road trip in my car that was not all that reliable. They had drove me down to school last year, but this year they decided that I could make the trip down myself. I sat at the gate, waiting for the 830pm flight, scrolling through Tik Tok on my phone with my airpods in. I noticed movement in the corner of my eye, and saw somebody sit down across from me. I looked up and saw a very large black man sitting there, also scrolling through his phone. This man looked to be in his late 30's, and he was wearing dress slacks and polo shirt. This man was ripped, with bulging arms with big veins that were stretching the sleeves of his shirt. His pants were tighter, and I noticed his calves and thighs looked solid against the fabric. He looked to be about 6'4", with hair buzzed short on the sides that led to longer curly hair on top. He and black scruff on his face, and I could see some tattoo's stretching out from under his sleeves and going down his arms, but I was unable to make out what they were. I went back to my phone, and soon heard the gate agent come over the PA to say that the flight was delayed due to maintence. About an hour later, the gate agent came back on and told us that they were unable to fix the issue and that the flight would be cancelled. The next flight would be the next day when they were able to get a spare part in. I groaned and pulled out my cell phone, calling my girlfriend over my airpods. I had been dating Audrey since the middle of my freshman year, and we had managed to do the long distance relationship over the summer. The phone rang, and she eventually picked up. I told her about the flight, and she was upset that it was now going to be even longer until we were able to see each other, even if it was only another couple hours, or at most a day. I told her I would spend the night in the airport since I didn't have money for a room, and we said our goodbyes and hung up the phone. No sooner then right after I hung up the phone and took my airpods out did a hear a voice, and realized the black man sitting across from me was talking to me. "Bro you really planning to spend the night in the airport? Thats fucking brutal!" the man said. "Yeah dude, headed back to school and I'm pretty tight on money. Looks like I'm camping out tonight" I smirked and said back to him as I gathered my things. "Nah man. I just booked a room at the airport hotel here. It's got two beds. I can't let you stay here over night buddy thats just wrong". I told him I appreciated the offer, but I would be fine staying for just one night. The man was persistent, and would not talk no for an answer. He was adamant that I take up his offer, telling me he just felt bad knowing I was gonna be sleeping on the floor in a crowded airport. He eventually wore me down, and I agreed to stay with him, mostly because it was apparent he was not going to take no for an answer. I figured whats the worst it could be, it's only one night and it beat sleeping on the floor in a crowded airport. Little did I know this decision would change my life forever. I grabbed my backpack and followed him, as he drug his small carry on bag behind him. We made small talk as we walked across the airport and over to the hotel across the street. I found out his name was Adrian, and that he was here visiting for work and trying to get home as well. I told him I was going back to college, and that I was from Iowa. We stopped at the baggage carousel on the way out of the airport to grab my luggage, but the airline said the luggage was already loaded into the plane and they did not have the staffing to have anybody unload them. I just laughed to myself, my day had gone from bad to worse.What next I thought to myself. I did not have any spare clothes or anything to wear besides what I had on. Adrian just laughed and "Boy they are really screwing you over tonight. Don't worry we will figure something out", and with that he kept walking. We got checked into the hotel, and Adrian insisted we grab food at the restaurant in the hotel lobby. I tried to just sit there and not order anything since I did not have money, but Adrian insisted I order and that he was buying. I ordered a burger and a water, and we made small talk as we ate. Adrian asked about school, home, and if I had a girlfriend. I filled him in on Audrey, and he just smiled and said "good for you bro." I found out he was single, and had just joined a business firm after getting out of the military and he was traveling for work. Adrian sat and drank whiskey while I sipped on water as we visited. I wanted nothing more but to get to the room so I could get to bed and get on my flight the next day, but Adrian seemed to be in no sense of a hurry. We continued talking, mostly him asking me questions and staring at me with his brown eyes. His attitude was matter of fact, and he was kind of arrogant, but who was I to judge a man who was giving me a place to stay and even bought me a meal. Eventually the restaurant said they were closing and forced us out. We grabbed our things and I followed Adrian up to the room. Once in the room, Adrian told me I could hit the shower and wash the travel dirt off of me. I didn't particularly want to shower, but he said it in a way that made me feel like I should, and I felt like it was the polite thing to do if this man was suggesting it. "I know you don't have anything to change into, I'll see if I have anything for you to wear buddy" he called out as I went into the bathroom. I told him that was not necessary and got into the shower. I turned off the water and got out of the shower. As I pulled the curtain back I noticed all of my things were out of the bathroom. My clothes were gone, and my wallet and cellphone were missing from the bathroom counter. What the fuck I thought to myself. "Hey Adrian have you seen my things?", I yelled out of the bathroom. "Bro I grabbed them, come out here I found something for you to wear". Jesus I thought to myself, this guy is just over the top. I tucked a towel around my naked waist, and awkwardly walked out of the bathroom. When I came out of the bathroom Adrian was standing at the foot of the bed, wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs and a gold necklace. I could see his chest was firm and round, and the crotch of the boxers had a rather large bulge. This threw me off at first, but then I quickly figured Adrian must be getting ready to hop in the shower himself. "Get the fuck over here faggot and get on your knees". What the fuck I thought to myself, there's no fucking way. This guy must have me confused for something else. "Ah...ha...I don't swing that way buddy, remember I told you I have a girlfriend?" This seemed to put Adrian into a rage, and I saw fire in his eyes. He lurched forward, and grabbed me by the throat with one hand, and grabbed my dick through the towel with his other hand. I immediately panicked, and tried to back up and break free, but this man towered over me and was much stronger. He held me with a firm grip, and I struggled to breath as he held my throught and it felt like he was going to rip my dick off. "Did you think you were getting all of this for free boy? You think you were just gonna take advantage of a free room, eat a meal on my dime, and not have to pay for it? No I know your white college ass is broke as fuck, but you're gonna pay another way. Maybe next time you should think twice about staying with random strangers". My heart race and I panicked, not knowing what the fuck was going on or how I was going to be able to talk myself out of this predicament. "Please..just let me...go man I'm so sorry" I struggled to get out, with the large black hand still firmly around my neck. "You got two options here white boy. Either you can walk out of this room right now, stark naked and figure out what to do with yourself, or you can spend the night with me and work off your debt in other ways with that sexy body of yours. If you stay, you're gonna become very friendly with my big cock before you catch that flight tommorrow. Also, I got your phone and wallet locked in the safe, so those will be staying with me until I decided to give them back in the morning". Adrian eased up on my throat, and asked "Well whats it gonna be boy?". I sat there in silence, not knowing what to say or do. It felt like I had a frog in my throat and my stomach had dropped to the floor. I had no idea what other option I had other than to stay, because god knows I couldn't walk into the lobby naked as the day I was born without being arrested. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. I was repulsed at the thought of what this man planned to do to me, but I decided that I would do what I had to do to get through the night and get on my plan tommorrow and let all of this be a distant memory. "I...uh...I guess I will...uh...guess I will stay Adrian" I gulped and looked down at my feet, wishing I could just crawl into a hole and disappear. My hands were trembling and I dreaded what the rest of this night might bring.- 76 replies
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This is the first part of my first story, so please leave feedback and enjoy! I'm not a native english speaker, so please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes. Disclaimer: Everything in this story is fictional! This story contains mention of initial non-consent (turning into consent at the end), bareback sex, risky behavior and possible transmission of STIs (aka bugchasing). ========== The Sleazy Bathhouse Owner / Part 1 *** I've never thought of myself as a slut. To be honest, I only had a few sexual encounters in my life, namely a few guys I fucked or sucked off while I was in college. I recently finished my masters degree and got a decent job and my own apartment. I wouldn't call myself hot, but I've been told I look decent. Not to thin, some defined muscles from going to the gym occasionally, and a nice bubble butt. Recently I've been feeling increasingly horny in the evening, when I was home alone. Usually I just jerk off to some porn, but last night on my walk back home from work I noticed a run down bathhouse just a few blocks away from my apartment. I was so horned up from working until midnight that I just couldn't resist the urge to at least have a look around. What's the worst thing that could happen? I can look after myself and I've got some decent muscles from my workouts. I entered the rusty front door that was only lit by a dim street light nearby. As I entered I saw a small front desk and a guy behind it that was folding up towels. "Ah, come on in! You new here?", he asked. "Uhm... yeah. Just wanting to see whats going on, maybe visiting the steam room to relax." I felt like my voice sounded nervous, because I kind of was. "Since you're new here it's half price! Here is your towel. You're not allowed to wear anything else in the sauna area or the steam room. Socks, jockstraps and shoes are allowed in the cruising area only... some guys are into that. Lockers are just down that hallway." He pointed to a dimly lit corridor. I headed straight to the lockers and undressed quickly, not wanting to violate the no-clothes-rule. A few naked guys walked past me. One of them caught my eye as it was a nice surfer dude with long brown hair and a dirty grin on his face. He was clearly having a great time as his towel was lifted by an enormous erection. "Hey fuckboy! I bet we will see each other later!" Fuck, I couldn't say anything and instead just nervously wrapped myself in my towel and headed further down the hallway to see what the rest of the bathhouse looked like. There was a small but nice bar area where some guys where having a drink. I was surprised by the amount of good looking guys here, as I could have sworn I read somewhere that this place was full of nasty old men. I went on to discover a huge labyrinth of shady twisting corridors with plenty of opportunities to sneak into a corner and have sex. I heard some distant moaning, but decided to check out the steam room instead. The moment I had my hand on the door to the steam room, a pair of strong hands grabbed me from behind and covered my mouth. "Don't scream boy! I've watched you since you arrived here. You got just the perfect ass for Ben, come with me!" He dragged me away from the steam room into one of the many twisted corridors that were barely lit by the light coming from the bar area. I tried to get out of his grip, but damn he was strong. His hairy arms and big hands held one arm behind my back and the other hand covered my mouth. He pushed me forward into the darkness... After a few turns he shoved me into a larger room with some couches and a table in the middle. It was illuminated just by some red lights. I could see several men sitting on the couch and standing in the corners. Fuck, what have I gotten myself into? "That's a sweet boy! Brought us some fresh meat, huh?", a voice said, coming from one of the men. "I just wanted to check out this place. Who are you?", I asked. The voice laughed. "I'm Ben, the owner of this place, and these are my friends." One of the men stood up and pointed around to the other men. "We actually keep looking for boys like you that find their way to this establishment. Trevor, the guy that brought you here, brings possible candidates here for further... inspection." I looked around to see what Travor looked like, only to meet eyes with the surfer dude I met earlier. His long brown hair flowing around his shoulders. He was completely naked, and his semi-hard nine inch uncut cock was hanging between his legs. My cock twitched at the sight of him. He was so hot! "Told you we would see each other," he said with the same dirty grin on his face. Ben came a few steps closer. "I see you like Travor! Ready to take his cock?" "Fuck yes!" I said quickly. "There is only one thing you should know: We are not going to use any condoms. This is a strictly bareback area. Additionally, you have been chosen by us, so you won't have a choice. Now that you have entered this room, you will get fucked and bred by all of us!" The men cheered in agreement and Travor slapped my ass through my towel. I was just in a state of shock. Not knowing what to do I tried to turn and get the hell out of here, but Travor just wrapped his strong arms around me and and kissed me. I wanted to escape, but I also wanted to melt into Trevors arms. His lips tasted so good and he was such a good kisser. Besides, I wouldn't have a chance getting myself out of his arms he wouldn't let me. Travor reached down and pulled on my towel, which he just dropped to the floor. "I'm gonna be gentle... at first! Just let this happen, you'll like it, I promise!" My mind raced with thoughts: Will I be able to take him? Will I be able to take that many cock tonight? Normally I only play safe, but these guys are not going to use condoms. Fuck, I didn't want to be barebacked by a room full of sleazy strangers in a run down bathhouse! Apparently, I had no choice, because Travor turned me around and pushed me towards the table. He pushed me down so I was bent over the table, exposing my hole to him. The rest of the guys gathered around the table, stroking their cocks to get them hard. I have no clue how many there were, but there were guys of any age and shape there: big muscular daddies, thin older guys, and some younger twinkish dudes, too. Travor spat on his cock and I could feel him aligning it to my hole. Damn, he is gonna fuck me bareback. Part of me wanted this cock inside me raw, but the fear was overwhelming, too. I didn't wanna be a sleazy bareback slut! "Please, stop! At least, use a condom!" Some guys in the crowd laughed. Ben stepped in front of the table so I could see him and shook his head. "No boy, you are gonna take our loads and there is no way out of this!" With this, Travor thrusted forward and entered my tight hole. It hurt so much, because my hole got violently stretched beyond its limit. I screamed but the guys around me began to cheer and Ben took my face into his hand. "Stop screaming, boy, or this will be even more unpleasent for you as it already is!" Actually, the pain quickly went away and all I felt was pure pleasure from his bare cock in my hole. Maybe this is what I am supposed to be: a bareback cum slut? All I know is that his raw cock feels so good! I began moving into his thrusts, which made his balls slap agains my ass. This was so good! I'm gonna take all of their loads tonight! This nine inch cock did something to me mentally. I wanted this now. I wanted to be filled and used by them. Fuck yes, this was going to be a long, rough night... ========== To be continued...
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I go online too a hookup app that I use and went to check my messages I see there is only 1 so I open it and start reading it. He says he is new to the scene and new to the area and was looking for FWB but he was more vanilla than anything else. He is 48 years old 5'10 160lbs average size build likes to give and receive oral and possibly looking to get fucked. He did have an interest on having a guy being tied or strapped with his wrist and ankles to a bed or sling while he gave head. Me being versatile and horny I sent him a reply back saying I was interested,after exchanging a few messages it was clearly going to be me showing up at his place to get head and depending on the connection possibly me fucking him( but I wasn't going to hold my breath) I did agree that if he wanted to tie or strap my wrist and ankles to the bed he could. During our conversations I did ask him if he liked to PnP and he said no. He asked if I did and I said I did but I didn't have to. He asked me why I PnP and how did I do it. I said I PnP because 1 it gets me more hornier and I am more open-minded plus it helps me be more relaxed and I told him I prefer getting right to the point. He asked how much do I point I said normally between a .4-.5. (but I only add enough water to dissolve the crystal) that was the end of the conversation about PnP. We agreed on meeting up the following Friday night. I went home after work grabbed something to eat took a shower and showed up at 7 pm. He opened the door and invited me in he seemed very nervous and I said if you don't feel comfortable we can just go our separate ways and he said no he was fine after some small talk and something to drink he said let's go to the bedroom I went to stand up and got real light headed and dizzy that I had to grab the arm of the chair before I fell, he grabbed a hold of me and said are you ok,still somewhat light headed I said yeah, I guess I stood up to quick but the longer I stayed standing the more I got light headed I made it to the bedroom and as i had my back to the bed trying to figure out why I was feeling like this he turns around and says you sure your ok as he pushes me backwards and I fall on the bed and he jumps on me before I even realize what he is doing and he takes one of my wrist and straps it to this Velcro strap that attached to the bed and grabs my other wrist and does the same thing once my wrist are strapped to the bed he gets off me and I say what the hell you doing he just laughs and says whatever I feel like doing as he starts to take my shoes off and my pants as quick as he was strapping my wrist to the bed he was just as quick with my ankles. Here I am butt ass naked strapped to a bed as he says to me that as soon as the other guys show up the fun will begin then puts a ball gag in my mouth and walks out the door and shuts it. I try to get my thoughts together and start looking around the room and on the bed for anything that I can use to get myself free but all I see is the nightstand so with my fingers I try to open the drawer but the keep slipping whenever I get it open a tiny bit so I try again and I am able to open it enough where I can push it open some more using a couple fingers before it stops opening I lift my head up to see way it stopped opening and my eyes open wide as I look and see the draw is has a bunch of new needles and a bag filled with T and a couple other things then in the corner I see this see this big glass tube and some clear liquid in it. I realize why I felt lightness and dizzy he had spiked my juice with the G he had. Now I know I have to try and figure out away to get myself out of the straps and out of the house when I hear the doorbell ring and a few voices. Then I hear someone say so everything going as planned. The only voice I recognize I hear him say oh yeah it went just as planned he drank the juice without tasting the G he is actually in the bedroom tied to the bed and naked and just to make sure he couldn't yell I put a ball gag in his mouth then I heard them laughing. Then I hear one guy say this is getting easier to trick a guy over thinking that your somewhat inexperienced and get them to come over. The voice I can recognize I hear him say well it was your idea to trick these guys. What this our 2nd or 3rd time doing this then he says I just hope that we don't get caught. The other voice says listen if he goes to the cops they will not find a trace of anything happened here. The house is on the market no one lives here and we always make sure we clean up so don't worry about it. Let's go see our new victim and get him ready so we can use him. Then he says the other guys will be showing up in a little bit and according to the replies I got from the ad I put out there this one is probably the most guys we have had yet. The 1st voices oh really and the 2nd voice says yeah I was actually shocked by all the replies they all that he was good looking and guess who is making a special appearances, he said Sal and Keith. The 1st voice says no way really and then it sounded like he was concerned as I hear him say to the other guy are you sure that's a good idea after what they did the 1st time and the 2nd voice said I couldn't say no to them they would have came no matter what. I just hope the guy in there can handle them. The 1st says well I don't want to be in the same room with them as they use this guy I am very experienced and I can't even handle half of their cocks they are way to big and thick for me. I hear the door open and in walks 3 guys plus the guy who had tricked. And when one of the guy starts to speak I recognize the voice who was doing all the talking before as he approaches the bed and walks over to the nightstand and pulls out the bag of T and a needle and looks at the guy who tricked me and says how much? He says he does a .4-.5 but only adds enough water to dissolve the crystal. The other guy says ok so a .65 will be perfect I lay there struggling and once the point is set he grabs my arm and says don't move you don't want me to miss do you as he sticks me and pulls the needle out and I start coughing and feel that the warm rushing feeling kick in and all I hear is let's the fun begin. Part 2 coming soon
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[Author's Note: I've never really been interested in chasing/gifting fetish before so this is my first story; probably not that great. Lemme know how to improve. V] Why'd I do it? Fuck, I don't know. Maybe 'cause of who he was. Maybe 'cause of who I am. Whatever. But how'd it get started? Now that's easier to answer... That whole month, my life was shit. Had to quit my pharmacy-tech job before they worked out I was stealing, my dick landlord threw me out for the rent I owed him. So there I was, twenty-five year old guy, broke and on the street, pharmacology degree but no fuckin job. Well, I said on the street- I still had my van. An old black 80s heap, half rust, engine shot to hell. Found an old mattress in a dumpster and slung that in the back; that's where I slept, ate and drank as I tried to work out what to do. I'd been kicked out about a week when I parked down on Seventh, where the hipsters and the stoners hang out, trendy little coffee shops and expensive shitty little stores. Figured I'd sell what I had, y'know- mostly benzos and barbs, few hits of acid, MDMA, nothing special. Get that moving and I could look for a new place, new job. The van wasn't helping my prospects for picking up guys, either; the hottest dudes expect you to have a real apartment to screw in. So I parked the van in an alley near Seventh and Rose that evening at sunset, hung around by it looking for my regulars, anyone that'd buy the pills. And waited. No cops around, but the indie-kids and the stoners just weren't showing up. "Fuckin' hippies", I muttered to myself, when along comes this dark-haired young guy in a black Sunday-suit, smiling away, catches my eye and heads right for me and the van. Man, I was shittin' myself when I saw him coming- figured he was a cop for sure, one of those high-up agency guys with the initials for names. Was trying to decide whether to gun the van across the road or just run, when he takes a Bible out of his pocket. "Hi, I'm Mark!" he said brightly. "Could I talk to you about the Lord Jesus Christ?" What a fucking relief. Just one of those God-botherers, missionaries, whatever. I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck off so I could pull some trade, when something changed my mind. Maybe it's how pissed off I was. Maybe it was the way he looked; about twenty, neat dark hair, suit all perfect, bright little shiny happy smile plastered across his face, while I had shit. So instead of cursing him out, I pulled it together.* "Why, sure, Mark!" I chirped in my best talking-to-the-Man voice. "I'm just heading home soon; why don't you sit in for a spell and we'll chat?" He looked a bit apprehensive staring at the van; that shiny little smile dimmed a little. But he must've been desperate for a sale or a convert or whatever-the-fuck you call 'em; I got in the driver's seat and he climbed in the passenger side. The alley was that dark, no-one on the streets could see in. So we got to talking; really he just jabbered on about salvation and prayer and shit like that, and I nodded and said "Uh-huh", a lot. Hell, I figured all that talking, he could use a drink. So I pulled two Cokes out of the back, and while he was flicking through his Bible, dropped a couple barbs in his can. Now, I don't know if you've ever tried phenobarbitol; they use it to kill unwanted pets, for Chrissakes. But with people, knocks them right out for hours at a time. I might be a drug-pusher and all-around-scumbag, but I know my shit; sat through enough medical lectures to get my pharm-diploma. Gave him just enough, calibrated for body-weight. One second he was jabbering on happily about God and Jesus and Moses, the next he was slurring his words and reeling until he slumped face down on the dashboard. "Perfect," I said as he passed out. "About time you shut the fuck up." I hauled him into the back of the van and put him on the old dumpster-mattress; I don't know what I had in mind at first; maybe stripping him and dumping him out in the alley naked. But I'd popped a couple octagons that evening; pink Brazilian speed that lights your circuits and gets your mind racing. So I called my buddy Rusty who works the night-shift at the local fetish bar, Saltire. "Hey Rusty," I did my best Southern drawl, "Guess what I got in this here van of mine." "You ain't got shit in your van but pills and stolen car stereos," he laughed.* "Guess again," I grinned. "Meet me round back, half an hour." I got the van grinding into gear and cruised round to Saltire; the disused parking lot round back, dark and deserted and covered in garbage. Rusty was waiting, already in uniform for his bar-shift; leather pants and chest-harness, studded boots. We're just buddies, Rusty and me- his whole smooth clean-cut college-boy look isn't my type. But that, and his red hair, drives the guys wild; most popular bartender at Saltire and he gets great tips. He smiled. "So whatcha got for me?" I opened the van's back doors; Mark the missionary was sprawled across the dirty mattress in his black Sunday suit and white shirt. "Fuckin' Christ!" Rusty roared with laughter. "You're even more screwed up than I thought." I shrugged- I was riding smooth on the speed. "Serves the asshole right for preaching at me when I'm working." I gave Rusty a sly look. "I know you like the first-timers; this guy deserves fucking up and I'm betting his cherry ain't been popped yet." Rusty licked his lips and his leather pants bulged outward; he was tempted. "Lemme see." He clambered into the van. "This heap is filthy," he muttered darkly. He rolled the boy over and had a look at his face; unbuttoned the shirt and checked out the body. "Fuck yeah, man- I'll do it, if he don't see me. But if you really wanna fuck him up, you should let the guys at the bar do him; they're as rough as it gets." "Sold," I laughed. "Your shift doesn't start til nine, and it's eight-thirty; go for it." Rusty helped me up into the van and closed the doors, clicked the light on and yanked down Mark's suit-trousers. He was still peacefully unconscious; I'd dosed him perfectly. Rusty grabbed a crusted jar of Vaseline out of my toolbox and unbuttoned the leather pants; I'd seen him hard before. Nothing special, but a nice looking cock, cut and about six and a half inches. He rubbed the Vaseline on himself and the kid's hole, then mounted up. "No kidding, this boy's a virgin for sure, no need for a rubber," he grinned, pushing his cock at the tight hole until it started to give. "Fuck!" he groaned as he got half-way in. "It's like it's squeezing me." He started sliding it in, wet and slippery, back and forth. "Aww yeah, nice and tight," he groaned again. He went at him in silence for a few minutes, slow and steady, then gave a loud moan as he spurted in the kid's virgin ass. He lay flat on him for a minute, then pulled out and wiped himself off. We both gazed at the suited figure, jacket pulled up, pants down, hole exposed, pink and moist. "I owe you one, dude. We gotta get the guys in on this," he said, panting. Then he tilted his head into the van. "He good for now?" "Two hours minimum," I answered. "Awesome," Rusty smiled. "I know just the guys." It was already hot and heavy when we got into Saltire a few minutes later. Black on the inside, chains hung from the ceiling; with the diagonal cross that gave the bar its name, mounted on the wall. Guys milled around, most in leather or rubber, talking here and there. It was still early, but plenty of talent on display. Rusty went straight up to a young bodybuilder in thick studded leather straps, murmured in his ear. Then a salt-and-pepper daddybear with grizzled hair all over. Then a skinny bald guy, middle-aged and wiry. They followed us out. Rusty had explained everything before he headed back inside for his shift. "Anyone got a problem with this?" I asked in the dark parking-lot. Felony date-rape wasn't a walk in the park; that's why Rusty had chosen the edgiest sleaziest guys he could find. The muscular young guy shook his head, so did the skinny dude and chain-hung bear. We all climbed into the van. Mark was still tapped out on the dirty mattress, ass in the air. "I'll go last," announced the skinny guy. No-one minded; maybe he liked sloppy seconds. The grizzled bear was first, quick and easy- a short stumpy cock and he shunted his load after a couple minutes into the kid's curvy butt, leaving without a word. The *built guy was different; pretty well-hung and thick, about eight inches, veined and uncut. The muscles in his ass and hips strained as he forced his dick into the young hole; the whole van shook as he held the kid down hard, pinning him like a wrestler. After a few hard deep thrusts it came out smeared with blood. He kept on screwing, deep as he could, whispering under his breath, "Yeah, take that raw cock," then spewed a thick load, half across the exposed back and half in the butt-crack. After the bodybuilder had fastened himself up and gone, I asked the skinny guy why he was last- he said, "You and Rusty and the other two are negative; I'm a poz dude." I laughed; Mark had a bigger surprise in store than a torn butthole. The skinny guy had a long thin rod that went in fast like a plunger and came quickly, buried deep and hard, grunting as he added his toxic juice to the mix. He excused himself and headed back inside; but he'd given me an idea. Alone in the parking lot with the dosed guy, I hit the message boards on my phone: "Newbie non-consenting hole needs raping; rough fuckers wanted, more hung and filthy the better." In half an hour I had five guys show up, wordless and waiting; they lined up by the van and took their turns one after the other, grunting and hissing as they climbed on the boy and went to town on his ass. One black dude had prison tattoos across his hands, a Hispanic one had a blade scar across his lip and slammed the kid's head against the mattress. These were the guys I needed, filthy sleazy fuckers to show up and dump their loads in Mark's rectum, to teach this clean-cut little kid the meaning of pain. None had washed in days from the smell; thick dirty cocks dripping with god-knew-what STDs. I'd saved the best for last; a tall bald muscular guy in his forties called Duke in plaid shirt and jeans; he'd advertised as being 'hung like a God'. You know how much that's worth online, specially with sleazy dudes; but when he opened his jeans I was speechless- it was more like a nightstick than a cock, had to be twelve inches, uncut and thick. By this time the Jesus-freak sprawled on the filthy mattress was a mess; suit covered in lube, shit and cum, pants and underwear torn, hole wide and leaking blood like an open pit. I'd had to dose him again to keep him under; no way would an awake person take this monster willingly. Duke looked at me appraisingly, giant cock hanging out- I gave him a quick suck before we got to business. I could barely manage the first couple inches, it was that big; but it tasted sour and salty and musky, dripping with pre-cum. Like cocks taste in dreams. "Who's the suit?" he growled.* "Some missionary kid," I shrugged my hair out of my eyes. "Does it matter?" "Not to me," he muttered. He wiped off the worst of the mess and positioned himself, greasing his club with the last of the Vaseline and aiming for entry. In one long smooth thrust he rammed it home; blood and grease and filthy spunk squirting around his dick as he fucked, hips like pistons, faint moans coming from the boy underneath; even unconscious, it had to be agonising. Duke's face was great to see; concentrating wholly on the task, the feeling as he buried his monster in the kid's guts. "Are you poz?" I asked, more to pass the time than as a serious question.* "Yeah," he answered between grunting thrusts. "Undetectable?" I asked hopefully. I had to admit I wanted to try that cock myself, if I could stay negative. Fuck, I was horny and high- it was messing with my inhibitions. He gave a short laugh, groaning harder as he got closer. "Nah, more like 300,000. Haven't cum in a week, either." Fuck- there went my chances of getting an awesome night of sex with Duke. I chuckled as I realised what a charged load the kid was getting, though. His ass flexed as he gave three last titanic rams, growling and grunting like an animal, dumping his thick toxic load in Mark's violated guts. My cock was hard as a rock just watching; I pulled it out and started to yank, unable to stop myself. Duke panted and withdrew, his footlong cock turning rubbery, leaning heavily against the inside of the van. He looked at me. "Your turn." I stopped jerking briefly. "Me? Nah- nearly a dozen guys have had his hole; probably half had high VL. Look, he's a mess." Duke put himself away but stared into my eyes intently, tucking in his plaid shirt. "You still want to. You want to be one of us. I can see it." He smiled cruelly. "You didn't get this kid drugged and rammed and ruined just for the fun of watching." I looked at the slumped figure on the cum-covered mattress, speed vibrating brightly in my head, and realised he was right. It was what I wanted more than anything, even if I couldn't admit it. Duke reached forward and took my dick in his hand; it was tender, almost paternal. I could feel the calluses on his palms. Gently he guided me down onto the stained bed, grinning widely as I gave myself up to the feeling. I aimed myself eagerly at that open cum-filled hole- it was a much bigger target than the tiny pink rosebud I'd offered Rusty hours ago. There was a thick squelch as I sank in deeply, the tenth guy taking this ass tonight, his muscles still hot and responsive, flexing around me. I was lost in it, lubed and slippery with the thick dirty cum of all the others. Duke's hands were warm on my back, urging me on; in minutes I came, squeezing the kid's cheeks together with my hands as the lube/blood/cum mix ran down his legs. It was an incredible feeling, better than I'd ever imagined; fireworks exploded in my head. "I bet you've been made, now," said Duke, rubbing his juice into my cock-head. "One of us." he was smiling like an idiot, and I realised I was as well. The speed was finally releasing its grip on me by 3am, and I'd tidied up Mark the Jesus-freak as best I could; surprisingly he didn't seem injured. Most of the mess wiped off; sure, he'd be sore for weeks, but no hospital needed- more than I'd expect for anyone on the receiving end of tools that big. He was coming to when I sat him down at the base of a tree in Hawthorne Park, groaning and clutching his rear. I whispered in his ear, "You spread the Word of God, boy? We've given you the Gospel of the Seed." I was up and gone by the time he opened his eyes and looked round. In two weeks, I'd sold off all my pills and got a new job as a pharmacy-tech at a private clinic in Cicero. Lax security procedures and all the drugs I could sell- rich lazy patients and fat paychecks. Life looked good. On my way down past the coffee shops, I caught sight of Mark, on his rounds, suited and strolling but looking flushed and groggy. Sure enough, he was fine- walking a little funny, but that was to be expected. I sat on the wall and waited patiently as he walked past; he glanced at me with no recognition- the barbs had made him forget it all. Suddenly he stopped and sneezed heavily, coughing and fumbling in a pocket. I passed him a pack of tissues. "Thanks!" he exclaimed with his old bright manner. "Flu, right?" I asked. "Yeah," he said thickly, blowing his nose. "Well, it's the season for it." I grinned widely and headed down on Seventh, to the docks where the hustlers plied their trade. Just like Mark, I was off to spread the Gospel.
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I awoke without being able to say how I had lost track of the world. Blurry memories from a nightclub danced through my foggy mind and I tried to get up only to find myself both seated and tied up. "Hnnmmpf" my voice was a muffled moan, something soft covered my eyes. I started to come back to my senses. I remembered being drunk, but then...on my way home, something smelly had suddenly been pressed into my face. And now I was sitting on a chair...it felt like silk held me in place. I struggled, my muscles tensed to fight the gentle bonds, but all I could do was wiggle dangerously with my chair. That was when a hand lay on my chest and held me. I jerked in shock of the sudden touch. The hand felt warm and incredible smooth and slick, like no flesh and blood could. The hand rubbed my bare chest a little, so I could feel the vinyl glove. I trashed in the bonds, fought the mysterious kidnapper, who just kept fondling me. I could feel a second hand join the first. Whoever was this stood behind me and explored my body lovingly. "Gnnfffkkk offgggmmme!" I yelled into the silken ball in my mouth. The only response was a warm, vinyl clad body pressing into my back. My head was pressed against someone´s belly, while the hands twitched my nipples. My angry cries grew louder as I furiously fought against my bonds. And then suddenly the hands were gone. I could hear the other move around me, felt the air of my captor´s move. And then without warning a gloved hand seized my limp cock. "Gnnnh" the sound escaped me before I had a chance to cut it off, the surprised pleasure as the incredibly smooth glove touched my sensitive skin, mixed with the angry shock. And then the hand rubbed, rubbed my cock up and down, no matter how much I fought and kicked. I felt my face get how as the treacherous little guy grew from the fondlling. Once more the mysterious kidnapper stopped. I waited, tried to listen, get a guess what was coming. Warm lips touched the head of my cock, before a warm, wet mouth engulfed my semi erect pride. An unwanted moan from me seemed to encourage my kidnapper to forcibly pleasure me even more. The mouth slid down and a tongue rubbed and tickled my flesh, made me moan and pant, as I grew fully hard. I tried to fight it and lost. Soon I moaned like a whore and pushed my hard prick upwards into the hungry mouth. "Oh yessss" A voice moaned. A man´s voice. I froze. Somehow I had assumed a woman...the vinyl, the fondling and the blowjob. Reality hit me hard in the guts as I bucked up in disgust about the thought of a man...licking me there. And as I struggled with all I had he continued and moaned even louder "Oh god yesss!" and sucked my hard cock completely into his throat. I cried in despair...when a cloth was forced on my face once more. The drugging fumes hit my nose. It was a similar smell like the first time, but I also recognized something different. My body started to feel numb, except for my cock. With each breath I was forced to suck in through the cloth I drifted away, but my cock seemed to get more sensitive from this. A soft, pleasant shiver ran through my drugged body. I was horny...so horny. The feeling of the man licking my cock was the last thing I felt as darkness swallowed me. With a groan I woke up once again. I could see a dim light. I blinked. I felt different. And as I took a deep breath I knew why. Latex sucked against my face as I breathed and a vent opened as I breathed out. I saw a ceiling through the holes of a latex gasmask. "Gnnn?" I moaned and looked down. My body was no langer naked, but bound once more. Red vinyl pants hugged my legs and crotch like a glove and I caught a glimplse of some black and shiny shirt from a different fetish shirt. My whole body was secured with black, soft leather straps. Though as I looked around a young man came into view. He was young, perhaps 20 or so. Blond hair, blue eyes and a slender, yet sporty guy. He smiled at me. "Hey my tasty cock...slept well?" he mocked me and ran a hand over my crotch. He was clad in black vinyl, a full suit, with gloves and boots. I noticed a hard, throbbing bulge in the suit and with a faint cry I struggled and tried to wiggle away from him. I almost fell of the couch as I did that, I obviously lay over the corner of an L shaped leather couch. My kidnapper hurried to catch me and his hands held me securely. "Who...so lively already. Maybe we can get to the next round then." he said and I protested into the gag still in my mouth and shook my head. He just rubbed his crotch bulge and knelt in front of me. I did not see from where the hand came, but someone else was here, as I got a filter attached to the mask. The smell of the knockout drug teased my sensed, this time the scent of the other thing was stronger, though. "Nnmmmmm" I yelled, but a moment later started to feel weak. My limbs felt so heavy in the bonds, while in my belly a warm tickling started. I moaned, while my senses faded slowly. I got aroused, these guys drugged me with some aphrodisiac to rape me while asleep. But I did not loose consciousness...damn them. The invisible second kidnapper rubbed my shoulders and arms, but the blonde rubbed me back into erection. "You taste so good...I want another load from you" he purred, looking deep into my dazed eyes as he pulled the vinyl down and though my legs got freed I was too groggy to fight. Drugged to be totally helpless I watched in hateful bliss how the young man licked my hard cock and closed his eyes with joy. He moaned, his mouth vibrating around my cock, sending dirty pleasure into me. His partner kneaded my shoulders, not willing to interfere with the oral rape. Drugged fumes let my hips raise to meet his lips...or was that just me? I didn´t know and didn´t care anymore. I closed my eyes, too and let him rape me and loved it. I hated myself but it was the hottest blowjob in my life. The climax almost knocked me out as I spurted into his mouth and felt how he lapped everything up. Then a tall, blond woman stepped in front of me. My half closed eyes noticed the curvy figure in a latex catsuit as she kissed the boy and licked my cum from his lips. "Hmmm we keep this one a while?" she asked...and her boyfriend nodded. That was when she took a spray bottle and wet the filter once more, to send me to dreamland again...and I dreamed of two bodies rubbing against me as they made love on my sleeping form.
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He just wanted to hang out, talk. It was so laid back and casual, I didn't even realize when he steered the conversation toward sex. He said some men are just made to be tops ... they know how to take charge of another person, and their big cock is evidence of the power they hold over others. On the other hand, he said some are just born submissive ... they typically have a smaller dick that just can't provide the same pleasure to a bottom. And they don't have an ass, they have a boypussy or a pussy, which can't resist a real man's cock. He asked me how big I was, and I told him. He kinda laughed and said, "Yeah ... you know most bottoms need more, right? This is what a real cock looks like." And just like that, he whipped out his huge 8.5" x 6" hard cock. I just sat there in shock, but I couldn't take my eyes off it, and got rock hard myself. He said, "It looks like you wanna touch it. Go ahead." So I reached over the couch and took it in my hand, and started jacking him off. For some reason, I felt the urge to get on my knees in front of him, and kept going. He told me to suck it, but I told him I only meant to hang out with him, not have sex. Just then a big drop of precum appeared on his slit. "Look, you don't have to suck it, but just lick that off before it hits the floor, yeah?" The drop got bigger, and started rolling down the shaft. I quickly stuck out my tongue and licked it off. Before I knew it, another drop was rolling down, and I instinctively kept lapping it up. I couldn't stop myself at that point, I took the first few inches into my mouth. "Good boy, see? You were born for this. I knew you couldn't resist." And he was right, his cock was intoxicating. As I sucked his cock deeper, he stood up and held my head still while fucking my throat. "Ohhh yeah, good little faggot, hot little cockslut." I wanted to protest what he was saying, but having his cock in my mouth made me turned on by those words. I could feel myself falling deeper into what I later realized is a very submissive, suggestable state. Eventually we moved to his bedroom and continued. He said he wanted to fuck me, and I said no. "Let me just rim you, then." And I agreed. When my clothes came off, he held my smaller dick against his and smirked. "You belong in chastity." I shouldn't have let him near my ass because his tongue felt amazing. "Let me fuck you." Again I said no. "Just the tip." I didn't say anything for a while, but I couldn't resist for long. "Okay, just the tip. For a few seconds, then take it out." He agreed as he grabbed lube. When he slid the head in, it hurt, and he implored me to at least wait until it felt better before taking it out. I relented, and it wasn't long before it started to feel good. After a few minutes, I told him to take it out. "Just a few more minutes?" I couldn't say no. What I didn't realize at the time was that he was slowly sliding more of his cock into me. "Hang on, let me re-adjust." He pulled his cock all the way out, then slid it back in. I moaned. "Yeah, good boy, your pussy needs this cock, doesn't it?" I didn't say anything as he continued to pull out, then back in again. Eventually I turned to look at him, and told him to get a condom. "Why? I'm not fucking you. I just wanna have some fun, then we'll stop." As his cock continued moving in and out, deeper with each thrust, I just moaned. It was getting harder to think clearly. He kept up for what must have been half an hour. I was a quivering mess at that point, and he said he was going to own my pussy ... going to breed it. I tried to push him away, but he grabbed on and it was too late. I was embarrassed on my way out, trying not to make eye contact, but he just said, "You'll be back for more." He was right. I went back three more times before I was able to stop myself. And even then, it was only because he started talking about "booty bumps" and whoring me out. I was turned on, but terrified, and that was the end of that.
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This four-part story follows the conversion of a married straight man into someone actively involved in seeking out sex. Definite non-consent elements--the story's content is not out of line with what other stories here have featured, I believe. The first part is below. [think before following links] [think before following links] https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/assgm-list/conversations/messages/5341 * * * Bert stumbled a little while walking down the steps which led to the lower level of the parking garage just outside the office building where he worked. He paused for a moment, and shook his head at himself. Darkness was gathering; he should have been home hours ago on this Friday evening. He'd been working too many long hours for the past several days. He could feel the tension from the back of his neck spreading across his shoulder blades. Right then he decided he would not come into work for a few hours tomorrow as he earlier had planned. Instead, he would do nothing except spend time with his family and rest and relax. He had a fleeting thought of sex with his pretty wife and how that would add to his feelings of relaxation. He'd have to assess her mood when he got home. Bert and his wife were both 40 years old, both active and they both kept themselves fit. Bert's handsome dark looks, with just a touch of gray at his temples were complimented by the pretty blue-eyed blond he'd married fifteen years previously. Bert resumed walking down the stairs, but a little more slowly. He reached the concrete floor below and suddenly his attention snapped over to a man sitting in an older, beat up utility van that looked unfamiliar. A glance towards the ramp confirmed Bert's suspicion: the parking gate was broken, again. The automatic barrier arm was fixed all the way up, which allowed any vehicle access to the garage. "Goddamn that fucking property manager!" Bert thought angrily to himself. Bert suddenly realized he was being watched by the occupant of the van, and he felt the hair on the nape of his neck rise. "Shit!" Bert muttered under his breath as he increased his pace towards his own car which was one row back and to the right of where the stranger was parked. He was careful not to look again at the van or the man inside. He reached his car and unlocked the driver's door with the remote. He quickly opened the door and sat down while reaching out to pull the door shut, and looked into the muzzle of a gun pointed at his face. Bert froze while at the same time he felt a flood of adrenalin enter his bloodstream. "Get out." the man spoke quietly yet forcefully enough to let Bert know he meant business. Bert slipped out of the car seat and stood slowly, his eyes never leaving the gun. "Get his cash." the man spoke to another man who had materialized behind Bert's car. The second man walked up to Bert and quickly fetched his wallet from his pants. There was less than twenty dollars in Bert's wallet. The second man grunted with disgust. "Doesn't matter, we can deal with that." the man holding the gun said softly. The second man tossed the wallet into Bert's car and after taking the keys out of Bert's hand, he locked the car. "Come on," the second man took Bert by the arm and began guiding him to the beat up van, "You're going with us." The first man kept the gun pointed at Bert at all times and opened a back door to the van. Bert was pushed up inside and forced to kneel while his hands were tied behind his back, then he was forced to lie down on a pile of dirty blankets while his feet were tied together. Last he was gagged, and blindfolded. Bert was beginning to calm down and think more clearly now. There was no doubt in his mind he was being kidnaped for ransom. The question was, would he survive? His father was a self-made millionaire, a fact that any number of people knew. Bert wasn't so sure his father, a stubborn mule of a man, could be forced to cooperate with kidnappers. The van was started and started moving. Bert tried to listen for familiar street sounds, and tried to count the number of turns the van made, etc., but soon gave up any efforts to track where he was or where he was being taken. After driving for what seemed like an interminable amount of time, the van stopped and Bert heard buttons being pushed on a keypad. A tinny voice on speaker inquired "Yeah?" and the man behind the wheel said "Mark." Bert heard a gate mechanism start up and realized that they were either at a private estate, or perhaps at an exclusive gated community. Soon the van stopped again and Bert heard the clanking of garage doors overhead and realized they were inside the garage of a house. The doors the back of the van were opened. Bert's feet were untied and he was pulled out of the van and guided through a doorway. He was stiff from the uncomfortable ride and received a couple of rough pokes in the ribs with the gun whenever he moved too slowly for his captors. Bert was guided down a flight of carpeted steps into what he assumed would be his prison while his kidnappers made their demands of his father or whoever else they thought could be convinced to pay for his release. He felt a little relief at the thought that at least they hadn't killed him right away. He heard more than one set of footsteps behind him but couldn't tell how many people were on the stairs. The man that guided him down the stairs pushed him through a doorway. "Is he okay?" "Yeah, he's cool. I'll call you." This came from a man with a voice different from the first two men. Bert could hear one man at least, leaving. The gun poked him again. "I'm gonna untie your hands. Take off your jacket and your shirt. Do what we tell you and you won't get hurt, you got it?" Bert nodded as he felt the rope binding his hands being loosened. He slipped off his jacket, his tie and his shirt. "Take off the t-shirt too." He pulled it off over his head. The air in the room was cool, too cool against his skin, and Bert shivered slightly and felt his skin ripple with goose bumps. "Keep your eyes closed." The blindfold was taken off, as was the gag, only to be replaced with some type of leather mask. It had an opening for his nose, and for his lips, but there was a strap that wound underneath his jaw, preventing him from opening his mouth at all. His eyes were completely blocked. Bert could breath easier now but that was all. Next he was led over to what felt like a bed. "Shoes off." Bert slipped out of his dress shoes. "Lie down, face down." Bert climbed on the bed and laid down on the bed as directed. A few moments later, a cuff was snapped around his left wrist, and then cuffed to what felt like a ring in the wall close to his head, slightly above the level of his body. Then his right wrist was similarly cuffed. "I'll go start calling, get him ready." Bert heard the footfalls of someone leaving the room. Bert felt someone's hands at his feet, then his socks were pulled off. He felt his stomach lurch uncomfortably at the casual way he was being handled. Next, a pair of hands slid around his waist and unbuttoned his belt and unfastened his slacks. "Hey...don't..." Bert managed to project in a muffled way through the mask he was wearing. Although he could breath through his mouth, he couldn't actually move his jaw enough to speak normally. His protests and squirming were ignored, and his slacks removed , leaving him clad only in his boxers. He shivered a little. "Are you cold?" a remote masculine voice asked. Bert nodded his head, and few moments later a blanket was settled over him. The man left the room, Bert heard him shut the door as he was leaving. Time seemed to go by slowly and Bert got rather sleepy as the adrenalin that had first surged through his body wore off and the fatigue of the stress he'd been under caught up with him. He even dozed off for a few minutes at a time. Presently, Bert was startled into alertness by voices outside the room. The door opened. The blanket cover Bert was removed, and he shivered slightly with the sudden coolness. "He okay?" "Yeah, fuck yeah, he's perfect." The door shut again. Bert could hear people breathing in the room, but couldn't tell how many were there. From Bert's left, gentle hands came into contact with his back and began a circular massage pattern, closely followed by another set of hands from the right. Immediately Bert tensed up and tasted bile in his throat. "Fags! These guys are perverts!" he thought to himself. Bert had never been remotely sexually interested in other men. The thought of men having sex with other men was had always been repugnant to him. He'd heard scripture read in church many times that condemned "men who lie with men," and he'd always been in agreement with the biblical injunctions against homosexuals. He had always been revolted by the lisping, high-pitched voices and the fey mannerisms and behavior of the few gays he'd come into contact with throughout his life. The more the hands wandered and massaged across his back, the more tense Bert got. Still, ignoring his increasing tension, the hands persisted. They worked lower down his back and began brushing over the curve of his buttocks as they worked their way lower down to his thighs and calves. Then, in spite of himself, Bert started to relax slightly as the massage continued for several minutes. However, his relaxation must have been sensed because as if on cue, both sets of hands began to deeply massage the backs of his thighs, going ever higher and higher until there were fingers delving deeply into the creases between his buttocks and his thighs. One hand even tried to slip down between his legs to reach his genitals, but Bert clenched his legs tightly together. The massage stopped. Bert felt hands hook into the waistband of his boxers and they were pulled off. He felt himself blushing with shame and anger, but he kept silent. "If these assholes think I'm going to cry like a little kid for mercy, they're wrong." he thought to himself. Bert heard water running into a pan of some sort, then heard someone pad over to the bed. A warm washcloth gently sponged across his neck, back and legs, including his feet. The water was dried with a towel by someone else. Then, the washcloth was applied to his buttocks, which Bert allowed without protest, but when the cloth moved towards the inner cleft of his buttocks, Bert resisted by fiercely clamping his legs together. Two pairs of hands suddenly clamped down on his legs and spread them apart. Try as he might, Bert could not move his legs, he grunted and squirmed, but he could not prevent the washcloth from moving in and washing the private areas of his body. His scrotum had contracted almost completely into his body, and his penis likewise had drawn up and the cloth passed over his genitals casually as the creases of his groin were cleansed. Next the cloth was rinsed and then his anus and the surrounding area were bathed and dried. Bert heard a cap of something popping, and then jumped and grunted a protest as a thick finger slid between his buttocks and without hesitation located and then penetrated his anus. He tried to twist away from the violator's finger but was unable. The finger turned one way and then the other, much like a doctor's once had during a prostate exam that Bert had a few years back. The finger retreated for a moment, then was replaced. Bert could tell it was covered with a slippery substance, and the faint odor reaching his nose confirmed it was KY jelly. Again, the finger rotated one way, then the other. The finger was removed again, then a different finger, much thicker, and one that Bert recognized as a thumb was at the opening of his anus, and it slowly began moving inside. It hadn't gone far when Bert began feeling some real discomfort and he involuntarily moaned from the shame of what was happening to him. The thumb continued to press inwards. Then there was a sharp painful cramp that suddenly came out of nowhere and Bert's sudden pained intact of breath caused the thumb to pause for a moment. Then after several seconds, the thumb continued violating him. After several twisting motions, the thumb was removed. Bert gasped a little once or twice and then he listened to the sounds in the room. The air seemed heavy with anticipation. There was the sound of heaving breathing, and a faint slap-slapping sound that he instinctually knew was the sound of a man masturbating. "Give him a hit." a man's voice said. A small bottle with a strange smell was held next to Bert's nose, he tried to twist his head away but his head was held in place by powerful hands. Immediately, the fumes made Bert feel dizzy and weak as his pulse began to roar in his ears. A man's heavy body clambered on the bed and its weight settled on Bert's back. All Bert could do was give a muffled and tortured sob of despair when he felt the man's erect organ probing his buttocks. He tried in vain to twist away, but his legs were held tightly down. The penis found its target. "Uuuuunnoooohhh!" pleaded Bert as he threw his head back and gasped with agony as he was penetrated. A stab of pain sliced through him as the thick glans topping the long shaft was forced inside. Another thrust and an inch or two more of the shaft was inside of him. The initial pain got suddenly much worse as a white hot, truly appalling wreath of pain wrapped all the way around the invading shaft and again Bert threw back his head and this time he gave a sharp strangled cry of pain, without regard for his prior resolutions of enduring what was happening silently. The man paused for a few seconds when Bert cried out. "Oh God, oh God, please!" Bert managed to gasp through the mask as his whole body shuddered with shock. The man attacking him remained still for another moment, then began making small movements, in and out, thrusting his erection ever further inward, eliciting more pained gasps from Bert. "Uh, uh, uh." were the only sounds Bert could manage as the penis thickly invaded his rectum. The pain was so overwhelming, even if the mask had not been in place, he would not have able to compose words to plead with his captors. The rapist continued to thrust gently, in and out, and gradually Bert began to calm down. His anus burned fiercely, but the white hot pain of the initial penetration had faded. "Yeah, you're tight," the man thrusting into him whispered into Bert's ear. "So tight, I love bustin' in tight, straight ass, oh yeah, yeah I do." Gradually, the man lengthened his thrusts, soon his penis was almost being entirely withdrawn on the outward strokes, and Bert gasped in unison with the painfully deep in strokes. "Oh man, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum in your tight ass, oh yeah, here it comes man, take my cum, take it, oh yeah, oh yeeeaaah!" the man grunted as he reached his climax. Bert could feel the man's penis pulse as the rapist ejaculated, his semen spurting several times deep inside of Bert's body. The man rested his body on top of Bert's for a minute, then withdrew, his softening organ making a soft, plopping sound as it slipped out of Bert's body. The man's body was immediately replaced by another's. This man penetrated Bert immediately, causing fresh stabs of pain for Bert as he roughly penetrated Bert's tender and sore anus. However, this man's member was not as wide in girth as the first rapist's, and Bert found that he could endure this rapist without as much pain as the man began rapidly thrusting his way to orgasm. After several minutes of frenetic thrusting, this man too reached orgasm, adding his own semen to that already deposited and then he slid off of Bert's helpless body. There was a pause now. Bert felt his wrists being uncuffed, then his body was flipped over face up. His wrists were fastened again to the wall, much to his disappointment. He had fleeting thoughts of struggling, but he felt strangely passive and lay quietly without struggling. Another man climbed on the bed. He gently spread Bert's legs, which Bert allowed him to do without any resistance. He knew by now that he would simply be overpowered. The third man took Bert's legs and placed one on each of his own shoulders, lifting Bert's lower torso offof the bed with his erect organ slipping and sliding between the cleft of Bert's buttocks which was slick now with semen and lubricant. His erection felt much larger than the two previous rapists and Bert began feeling alarmed as the blunt head wedged into his tightening anus. Bert groaned with despair as another sharp cramp swept over him. "You guys help him relax." the man said softly. Hands came down upon Bert and massaged his chest, and played with his nipples. Then a warm mouth closed over his shrunken penis, and began sucking it gently. The third rapist began to make small thrusting movements. Bert's anus began to burn again with fiery pain as the tender opening was forced to stretch around the thick glans of the large shaft invading it. The mouth that had closed around Bert's penis continued to lick and suck , and the man's tongue also caressed Bert's scrotum, which had completely drawn his testicles up within his body. Bert's penis did not respond to the attention, if anything, it retracted further. The man licked a few more times and then stopped. The hands that had spread over his chest gradually stopped too. The rapist gradually began pushing more and more into Bert's rectum. Bert began to gasp with pain as the member spearing him reached inner regions of his lower bowel not previously invaded by the prior rapists. There was one area in particular that burned deep inside at each thrust. The man seemed to recognize this was especially painful for Bert and he avoided any harsh movements, but still kept on with his ever more and more invasive thrusting movements. Finally Bert cried out again in pain as the man attempted to penetrate him more deeply. The man paused. "Give him another hit of poppers, but not too much, I want him to feel this." the man directed. Bert's body sagged as the warm feeling again rushed to his head, and he became conscious of his heart beating. The pain he had felt started to fade away, and the man cradling his legs thrust deeply three more times and stopped. Bert could feel that the man had fully penetrated him. He could feel the man's coarse pubic hairs brushing against his perineum and tightly retracted scrotum.. "Yeah man, give that ass up to me, you know you can do it. That's right, just relax." "Give him another hit." Bert inhaled again from the small bottle pressed next to his nostrils. The man thrust gently for five or six more thrusts, then he paused for a moment and adjusted his position and then began to nearly withdraw completely and slowly thrust back inside deeply. There was minimal pain now for Bert, and Bert's attention gradually focused on the sensation of the man's shaft moving smoothly in and out of his body, like a wave. "Oh yeah," the man murmured as he continued to move in and out, "You feel so good, so tight, so hot." Unexpectedly, his head swimming, Bert felt a wave of sexual arousal sweep over him as the man who'd penetrated him continued to thrust. Gradually, Bert's own penis relaxed, then filled out and hardened to its full length. He could feel it bobbing up and down and slapping against his abdomen in time with the thrusting of the man above him. The man continued to thrust for a long time, taking his pleasure slowly and without hurrying. A hand slickened with lubricant folded around Bert's erect organ and began stroking it. The pleasurable stimulation caused Bert's anal sphincter muscles to contract and the man using his body suddenly gasped with pleasure at the redoubled tightness of Bert's opening. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, " the man groaned and then slammed one final time into Bert's body. "I'm cuuummming." Bert moaned now, not with pain, but with frustration as the man's softening shaft slid out of him and the man got off the bed. The hand stroking his own penis paused as another man got on the bed and took Bert's legs and spread them widely apart while tilting his pelvis backwards. "You ready for this babe? You look like it." the man said as he prepared to mount Bert's body. This man's erection felt as big, if not even larger than the one just previous to him. Bert sighed cautiously as the penis gently but firmly pushed inside his rectum, and slid deeply into his lower bowel. There was no pain now, just a full sensation. The man's pubic hair felt strange as it ground against Bert's scrotum, which had considerably relaxed by now and was drooping down now with the weight of his full testicles. "Oh man, this is so great. You got such a hot ass babe," the man groaned, "I'm gonna fuck you so good." "You wanna another hit of poppers babe?" Bert nodded yes, and inhaled deeply from the bottle when it was held up to his nose. Bert could hear the man that had mounted him sniff deeply from the bottle too. Blackness approached the edge of Bert's mind and he drifted semi-conscious for about a minute. He gradually gained full awareness again and took in the sensations of what was happening now. The man was using his body to the fullest extent possible. He was making long, deep, and rapid thrusts. His penis would slip out from time to time but he'd quickly guide it back in again without any pain to Bert. Bert could feel his anus gaping open slightly when the man's organ would happen to slip out. He was completely relaxed. Again a lubricated hand closed around Bert's privates, swirling around his testicles in their full pouch, and stroking his penis. Finally, the hand closed around Bert's shaft and Bert began to thrust into the hand, hesitatingly at first, then with greater urgency as the feelings of pleasure began to increase. Soon his hips were rocking in rhythm with the man thrusting into him as Bert rocked upward into the hand grasping him. Inevitably, Bert felt himself approaching orgasm. His anal muscles grew tighter and tighter as the man holding his legs apart drove even more forcefully in and out of his body. "Ah, ah, ah, ah," Bert began to gasp, his hips arching upward as his climax approached. "Yeah babe, I'm gonna cum, yeah, tighten that ass up, yeah!" Bert's orgasm began and he cried out with pleasure/pain as his semen rocketed out of his penis and fountained up across his chest and stomach. The man using his body continued to thrust harshly, crying out with his own pleasure as Bert's body clamped down on his erection with almost painful tightness. Within seconds, he climaxed too and punched one final time into Bert's anal canal and Bert could feel the semen spurting and flowing inside of him. Bert sagged back onto the bed and the man who had just spent himself mercifully slid out of him. Bert was grateful that no more men attempted to mount him. He was gently bathed again, with special attention to wiping up and cleansing his abused and sore anal area, and finally unshackled from the wall. Some of the men helped him dress, holding him like a small child at times. Their hands were gentle and soothing. Soon he was guided out of the room and back up the stairs he'd descended several hours earlier. He was then placed in the van again, and after a long drive, the van pulled up and stopped. The mask was removed from his face, and he was told to step out of the van. He got out and stood on the sidewalk, recognizing the fact that he was outside of the office building where he worked. He stood with unsteady legs gazing up at the building. He didn't turn around as the van drove off. He had a lot to think about.
