Ethan at Rick River

[Guest billyinri]

In the heart of the wilderness, nestled within a secluded valley, lay the infamous Rock River, a sanctuary for naturists who sought to embrace their most primal instincts. This was no ordinary nudist colony; it was a place where the boundaries of decency were blurred, and the line between consent and coercion was often crossed. The young man, a naive and innocent soul, had stumbled into this den of debauchery, unaware of the horrors that awaited him.

His name was Ethan, a 20-year-old with a heart full of dreams and a mind untainted by the cruelties of the world. He had been lured to Rock River by promises of community and acceptance, but what he found was a twisted web of desire and domination. The naturists, a group of gay men who reveled in their freedom from societal norms, saw Ethan as a fresh piece of meat, ripe for the taking.

On his first night at Rock River, Ethan was drugged with a potent concoction, his senses dulled, and his willpower weakened. He was led into the woods, where the air was thick with the scent of pine and the echoes of his own terrified breaths. There, in the shadowy depths of the forest, he was violated by multiple men, their bodies pressing against his, their hands exploring every inch of his skin. Ethan's innocence was torn from him like a veil, and he was left broken and alone, his cries for help swallowed by the indiferent wilderness.

As dawn broke, Ethan found his way out of the woods, his body aching and his spirit shattered. He stumbled onto the side of a lonely road, where a burly gay trucker pulled over, his intentions as clear as the lewd grin on his face. Ethan was too weak to resist as he was pulled into the cab, where he endured another round of brutal assaults, the trucker's rough hands and insatiable hunger leaving him bruised and bloodied.

When the trucker finally released him, Ethan was left on the side of the road, a discarded and broken shell of a man. It was then that he was found by an older man, a kind-faced gentleman who promised him safety and care. Ethan, desperate for any semblance of solace, allowed himself to be taken in.

The older man, whose name was Harold, bathed Ethan's wounds and offered him a drink, laced with a sedative that sent him spiraling into a dreamless sleep. When Ethan awoke, he found himself in a strange room, his body aching, and his mind foggy. Harold sat beside him, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

"Welcome back, my dear," Harold purred. "I have some news for you. You see, I have a special friend, a black man who has a particular taste for white boys. He's been waiting for someone like you, and now, thanks to me, he's got you."

Ethan's eyes widened in horror as he realized the extent of his captivity. He was led to a nearby house, where a tall, muscular black man awaited. The man's eyes roved over Ethan's naked form, and he licked his lips in anticipation. Ethan was forced to his knees, his mouth filled with the man's flesh, and he was violated in ways that left him sobbing and begging for mercy.

The black man, whose name was Marcus, was a live cam performer, and he broadcasted Ethan's sodomy to a global audience, his moans and cries of pain echoing through the speakers. When the act was over, Marcus leaned down, his breath hot on Ethan's ear.

"Congratulations, boy," he whispered. "You've just been given a gift. A gift called HIV. You're mine now, forever. You'll be my little camp whore, kept naked and fucked nightly by the men of Rock River. You'll take your meds, and you'll live out your days as a living fuck doll."

Ethan's world crumbled around him, the weight of his new reality crushing his spirit. He was taken back to Rock River, where he was greeted by the very men who had violated him before. They cheered and jeered, their eyes filled with lust and hunger, knowing that Ethan was now their property, a plaything to be used and abused at their whim.

And so, Ethan's life took a dark turn, his innocence lost forever. He was kept naked, his body marked with the scars of his captors, and his mind a broken shell of its former self. Night after night, he was violated, his screams of pain and despair echoing through the woods, a haunting melody that would forever be the soundtrack of his captivity.

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