I had met a guy online, looking for sex. We had a deal: he was in charge. He respected my limits, but he was in charge. He was nasty and twisted, and I mean that in the best way.
The first time we arranged to meet up to check each other out and see if there was chemistry, he had me go to a family-oriented restaurant in a suburb of our town. I thought maybe it was because he might be a little closeted or worried about safety or something, but I realized later it was so I would be more embarrassed when he treated me like I was his punk. He pushed it just enough so the staff gave us weird looks. I felt humiliated and totally turned on. When he got me back to his place, he took me inside and told me I had to decide if I was going to stay and be raped or if I was going to leave and not see him again. Needless to say, I stayed.
He was a pretty big man, with a heavy build. Deep chest, thick around the waist, real meaty arms and legs. He was built like a football player, but twenty or thirty years past his prime. In the restaurant, he looked like he could be waiting for his wife and kids to show up from the mall, but once he got me home, he seemed like a lion licking its chops over prey. He put me through the works pretty good, and when he finally pushed his cock inside my ass, he pressed his hand over my mouth to stifle my yelp and muttered filth in ear. His mouth was hot and his beard brushed against my neck, and I felt his hairy body rubbing against my back as I was crushed to his mattress.
A couple weeks ago I was unwinding after work watching TV when the phone rang. "Hello?" I said, and his voice answered, "It's me. Are you available tonight?" I smiled and said, "Yes sir, I think so." He said, "Good. We'll come by to pick you up. Do you need time to clean up?" I said I was good to go, but who's "we?" "Be outside on the street in fifteen minutes. I'm bringing a few friends," he said and he hung up.
It was starting to get dark and cold outside. He pulled up in a large van - the old-fashioned kind with no windows in the back. He had an intense hungry look. "Hop in the back," he said as someone opened the sliding back door. I started to climb in and a guy pulled me in beside him on the bench seat. He looked like an old farmer, or someone's granddad from the country. The plaid flannel shirt that covered his round belly and big chest was open at the top, showing a mat of white chest hair. His eyes twinkled, and as he pulled me close his warm scent drifted into my nose. Another guy slammed the door shut and sat down next to me. "He looks good," he said eyeing me like a toy. This guy was little younger than the first - maybe forty, and muscular.
This had all happened so fast I was a little disoriented. I looked up to my friend and realized there was another guy in the front on the passenger side. He was sitting sideways, and he looked at Mike and said, "Oh yeah, this'll be fun." Mike looked in the rearview mirror at me and said, "We're gonna take turns driving this van around. While one of us is driving, the other three are gonna rape you." I wasn't quite prepared for this. "Oh fuck" I said, as one of the guys clamped his hand over my mouth and pulled me in the back. Mike grunted a short laugh and said, "That's right boy - oh fuck is right."
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