It's part 3 guys. You know what to expect, so the usual disclaimer is needed. It's rape, its gay, its hot. You have been warned...
Part 3:
John left quietly the next day. The teachers told us he wasn't feeling well, and he'd gotten a train home. I knew the real reason was because he'd been fucked senseless for two nights in a row. I felt sorry for him, but at the back of my mind I was wondering if a small part of him had actually enjoyed the abuse. Yeah, it was frightening, and certainly degrading, but that added to the thrill. I'd been terrified, humiliated and cold that night, but the feeling of a guys lips on my shaft had turned me on more than I dared admit to myself.
My challenge for the day was to help the gay guys get into Dans pants. I felt bad about betraying him but the need to plan quickly took over from my guilt. Dan had done nothing wrong, unlike John. John had raped Adam, so he couldn't go to the police, or anyone. And he had his reputation to think about. Dan, however, was a virgin, he was friendly to everybody, and didn't have a reputation really. He would have no problem going to the police.
He couldn't hold his drink very well but that would only get me so far. Ropes and gags and all that shit would only scare him. I was going to have to play it very gently. I came up with a plan, and went into the gay cabin to let them know what roles they would have to play. My stomach knotted as I walked in. They looked harmless enough now, but I could still feel Chris hand on my throat, and Daves mouth around my cock. "Ok, this is whats going to happen..."
Half an hour later, I left, my task clear. The trap was set, all I had to do was guide Dan into it.
Dan hadn't gelled his hair, even though he knew we were going out. He had the innocent, playful look of a kid years younger than him, the kind of appeal Richard Hammond must have had in his teens I suppose. As he sat on his bunk, tying the laces on his battered old Nike trainers, I pulled a bottle of vodka from my bag. He grinned. "Where have you been hiding that Steve?" I just grinned back and took a swig of the burning liquid. I handed it to him and he matched me, even though both of us knew he could't handle it. It didn't take long for him to get drunk, but I stopped him from getting too drunk. "Come on," I told him, "we've got to share this with the others." He shrugged and lurched out after me.
The gay cabin was warm and some stereotypically gay dance music was thudding in the background. The guys had spread coats on the floor and they were sprawled in a rough circle, playing cards. As we came in they greeted us warmly and shuffled to let the two of us into the circle. For the next few hours we played cards, and passed a few bottles around. Talk of sex always sobered Dan up a little, as he got nervous, so I'd already coached the guys on how the conversation was to turn. They acted out their parts brilliantly.
"Oh, those chavs are sick!" exclaimed Adam.
"Why bring that up?" I asked.
"You should have seen what Karl did to me earlier."
At our curious glances he explained. "He showed me this trick that you do to another guy, like a sort of chicken test. You do this thing to one of a guys nipples, it wrecks!"
"Ohh I know what you mean! A tornado?"
"I think thats what he called it, I'm not sure. Felt really strange though?"
"How do you mean?" asked Chris.
"Well, it sort of hurt, but in a good way. Like scratching an itch too hard."
"What does it do?" asked Dan frowning with confusion.
"Well, you have to... its hard to describe, look, can I do one? That will be easier."
Dans eyes widened and I cringed. This was pretty crucial. If he backed out now, we'd lost him. And that meant I was fucked. Literally.
"Don't worry about it, mate," I said to him reassuringly. "I've had one done before, it's a bit weird but it's alright."
He still looked worried, but my assurances, with a few more swigs of vodka swung him around. "Alright then. What do you.." but Adam was already starting. He lifted Dans baggy white T-shirt, quite discreetly I thought. He lifted it sharply to reveal a smooth triangle of skin peaked by a small, dark nipple. Then his head sank down. Dan gasped, then blushed at his outburst. Nobody had touched him like this before, not when he was awake anyway.
"Ughhh, ahhh, whats, whats he doing... to me?"
"He puts his teeth either side of your nipple. Then he sucks it into his mouth until it peeps out. Then he grips it with his teeth, and pushes it back into your chest with the tip of his tongue. Over and over. How does it feel?"
Dan hissed through his teeth. "Dunno."
Adam was sucking on his right nipple, and his right hand rose up to push the head away instinctively. Adam caught it and held it down, firmly but not violently. Dan barely noticed the situation getting serious. Instead he absently lifted his left hand. Matt was sitting there though, and held it down too. Then, as we'd planned earlier, he used his free hand to slide Dans top up and sink onto his other nipple. Dan groaned, distressed and in some pain I imagined. "oooo, ouch, two tornados at once. Nasty..." I heard Chris murmur in the stillness. The music was still thudding away, and I was watching the panic creep across Dans face as the two guys continued with their love-bites. Grabbing the vodka, I held it to his mouth and said, "Have a swig mate. Keep it up!"
He swigged a big gulp down, then went back to grimacing and blushing.
I anxiously watched his groin for movement but so far it looked calm. He was wearing those soft grey jogging bottoms that outlined his legs and ass nicely, so any bump would show up quickly. Dans eyes closed in concentration after a while, and I could see Matts hand beginning to wander over Dans exposed stomach. I checked him quietly, any excessive touching would make him snap out of it. Eventually I deemed him ready for phase two. A barely perceptible nod at Dave sent the spotty teen shuffling over to Dans outstretched feet. He took hold of his left foot with reverence and slid the shoe off. Dan opened his eyes but watched in silence as his sock slid off too. When Dave began to suck on his big toe he started to say something, but I popped the vodka in his mouth and he guzzled like a baby with a bottle. One of the other guys quickly exposed his other foot and started sucking the other toe.
I moved behind him, and got the handcuffs ready. They were all the bondage gear I dared use on my friend, but they were necessary. I knelt behind him and took his wrists from the guys hands. Murmuring encouragment, I drew his wrists together behind him and slipped the cuffs on. Then I lifted his crumpled shirt over his head and down his arms, to cushion the clinking cuffs. As I lowered him down to rest on my lap I mumbled, "Your Ok mate, your Ok." His head was now nestled on my own stomach and I tried to control my breathing.
Chris now came over. Adam and Matt took this as the signal to finally leave Dans nipples, which now looked sore. I reached around and with the tips of my middle fingers, gently massaged them. Dan was finally tenting his pants, but he still moaned in fright as he drunkenly realised what was happening. This moan was muffled as Chris kissed him. Dan hadn't even kissed a girl before but Chris was an expert. His lips massaged, and his tongue probed deep inside Dans mouth, stifling his words. He kept one hand on Dans shoulder, the other playing with the hair he'd lusted after for so long. Adam and Matt roved over his ribcage and toned stomach with hands and lips. I could hear the swishing sound of their palms running over his virgin skin.
It was those two that started inching his joggers down. Once they were pulled past his thighs, Dave and the other guy slowly dragged them clear. His pants soon came off, and his cock flopped onto his stomach. It was about five inches long, quite short but in proportion to his body, which I expected. It didn't look red or swollen. It didn't have veins throbbing in it. It was just a hot cylinder of meat, the same texture and color as the skind of his torso. Only when Chris reached down and pulled back the foreskin did his pink wet head reveal a different color. Chris' fist moved very slowly up and down Dans shaft, while his thumb every now and then rubbed the head vigorously, making Dan moan.
The two guys at Dans feet shuffled apart, spreading his legs out. His small pink sack hung down, with the shape of his balls just showing through, and the slabs of flesh that were his cheeks came together to form the vertical dark line of his crack. Matt and Adam took turns playing down there. Every few seconds a hand would cup his balls, or slide further down to rub his sweating crack. The two lads bathed his feet with their tongues, worshipping him. Chris jerked him off so slowly I felt like I could come just watching. And I rubbed his nipples, cupping his chest the way I would with a girl.
We held this position for ages, I couldn't say how long, all I know is the CD repeated itself. But then Dans hips started to buck as he got more eager. Chris moved his hand with the rythmn though, refusing to speed up at all. Even with this effort though, Dan still looked like he was going to blow. Chris squeezed his cock. His knuckles went white and I could hear Dan moan in pain. Then the throes stopped and his grip slackened, resuming its torturous stroke.
Chris took his tongue out of Dans mouth and finally broke the kiss. I was expecting Dan to swear, or cry, or yell for help. But all he said was, "Please."
His chest was pulsing and the sweat was running off him. "Please let me come." Chris plunged into another kiss and Dan started to climax. But Chris' vice-like hand stopped it again, and he lifted his head again. "Please," gasped Dan. "Oh my God, please!" Chris repeated it over and over. Dan begged, he even cried a little, but an hour and a half later he'd gone mad I thought. He was grunting and straining like an animal. His olive skin had turned red, he gleamed with sweat. The lads were having to pin him down and he was growling like a dog at Chris through the kisses. His next climax was massive, his body shaking like a leaf. Chris inevitable hand squeezed... then relaxed.
The jet of come shot three feet in the air. Easily. And another, and another, until he looked like a grunting fountain. Then it died down, a puddle of come pooling in Dans crotch. Chris held Dans head up to watch as the other four descended, eating the juices like starivng dogs. Dan watched the tongues slurping up his come, then passed out.
"Nice work, Steve. You can go now." Chris smiled at me.
"What about him?"
"He's staying here for a while."
"What for?"
"We haven't gotten into his ass yet."
"He's unconscious."
"So loosening him up will be a lot easier. Now fuck off."
I left, sparing a glance at the nude body of my best mate, who I'd just tricked into gang-rape. I felt terrible. His face was puffy from the exertion, his normally flat hair was on end, slick with sweat. His body, so virginal and innocent lay on the floor like a used toy, caked in dried come and saliva. I closed the door, hoping he wouldn't wake up until after they'd finished with him. I hoped he'd forgive me. Then, like the sick scumbag that I am, I got into my cabin and jerked off. I felt sorry for Dan. I felt scared for him. But I was also jealous of him. Next time Chris asked for a favour, I was going to turn him down, and suffer the consequences gladly. They'd turned me gay without laying a finger on me...
Hope you like it! My favourite bit so far anyway. Let me know if its yours. Part 4 is being written, but I can leave it here if you dont need any more. Let me know.