This is a story about one gay community's response to a gay bashing gang. It is not a true story, it comes from the fantasy that is my mind L Because of the subject matter there is of course the allusion and description of violence. I have not written about violence for the sake of violence, it is more a reporting of violence that has happened, to direct the fundamental subject of the story.
The first two chapters set the stage for what is to come. So you may find it is rather slow going, you can judge for yourselves. I felt they were necessary to the story.
This is a story about gay sex. If this offends you read no further. If this subject matter is illegal for you to read or have in your political jurisdiction then please go no further.
My main purpose if for you to have some enjoyable reading.
I would appreciate any comments you might have
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Chapter 5 Paul and Steve's Day
Paul's day started out pretty much the same way that Marcel's had. He was attacked from behind and brought down before he could respond. The next thing he knew he was laying blindfolded, tied up hand and foot in the backseat of a vehicle naked with another man playing with his cock!
He fought to be released cursing everyone and anyone within earshot. At one point he tried to bite the person with him. He felt a prick of a needle and suddenly everything went black. When he woke up again he found himself with his arms tied apparently to the ceiling of some building, a house of something, and his feet somehow secured to some chains on the floor.
That was when it began. He was still blindfolded, he could tell that he was totally naked. There were others in the room with him but no one said a word when he called out.
Presently he felt two hands pinching first at his nipples and the moving down his torso. They seemed to be exploring him. They stopped briefly at his belly button, a finger tracing it's perimeter and probing inside. All this while he had started to curse again telling who ever it was to fuck off and how he was going to kill them all...
Still not a word was spoken and the touching and exploring continued. The first pair of hands was joined by another pair, behind him. They began by massaging his shoulders and worked their way down his back, gently squeezing his ass cheeks.
Then as if on cue one of the men, or he assumed they were men and not women, engulfed his cock in his mouth and the other was suddenly licking between his ass cheeks. He gasped the sensation made him shudder. His cock already erect, throbbed at the attention.
A man was giving him a blow job and another was eating out his ass. As he was thinking that, he felt a sharp pain in his ass as he realised that the man behind had just put something up his ass.... To his horror he realised that it was the man's finger.
Except for his own cursing the men continued to say nothing, it was deadly quiet ... unnervingly quiet.
Paul felt as though he was about to cum, the one in the front continued to suck. Just as he thought he was about to explode the man let up and released his cock. For the next few moments while the person in the back continued to play with his ass the other man apparently now standing again was doing a number on his nipples, sucking on one and "rolling" the other between his finger and thumb. Besides the fact that Paul felt so disgusted about having men do this to him, this actually felt incredibly good.
It now felt that there must be at least two fingers up his ass. And the man back there was moving them in and out of his ass in short fucking motions. Several times as the fingers moved in they touched something inside that made him groan as a surge of pleasure would hit his cock.
The other man moved away and he could hear him moving about the room pause and then come back. There was the sound of something that he couldn't make out ... then a shock of something cold and wettish being applied to his ass.
The man behind him stood up and for the first time he heard a voice.
There was an almost blinding searing pain in his ass. "You're fucked now Paul" laughed the man behind him in his ear. The man had plunged his cock, which from the feel of it was considerably bigger than the fingers that had just be there, into his ass. Paul screamed in pain, cursing them both. The men laughed, the one continuing to hump him hard, pulling almost out of him and then ramming right in again.
The other man grabbed his cock and sucked it down into his mouth. Then sucking hard he also grabbed Paul's balls squeezing them none to gently as the rape continued. Paul could only groan and curse. The man behind him was hugging him close, caressing his chest and torso as he kept sliding in and out of his ass. He continued to talk to Paul in hushed tones, grunting out his own pleasure in Paul's ear. "Oooohhnnnn man Paul you are so tight man, ooohhnnn fuck man you are such a great fuck"
Paul hated what was being done to him. He hated the man talking in his ear and fucking his ass. He hated the man that was sucking his cock. He hated the fact that he was obviously aroused by what was happening . He hated that he found that in some ways it felt really good. He hated the fact that he was helpless to do anything about it. He really hated the helplessness. He could just hang there and take it.
He tried to move but his captors stayed with him. The man behind pounding in an out of his ass ever harder, as he panted in his ear how much he was enjoying his ass. He could hear the man in front actually slurping as he sucked. It made him feel sick.
Paul could tell that the man was going to cum soon, from the way he was breathing and talking. Finally just as he himself could hold it no longer and exploded into the throat of than at his cock, the other let out a yell and rammed hard into Paul's ass. Paul could feel his bowel filling with the warm fluid from the other man's body. The man lay his head on Paul's shoulder panting and almost out of breath.
"Ohhnnn fuck man that was soooooo good, you have such a fuckin hot ass. We're gonna have a lot of fun with you this weekend. We'll see if you are still as tight by tonight." He laughed in Paul's ear.
The other man now spoke "I guess we had better get him cleaned up for the others huh?"
Paul could feel them bringing his arms down and then heard some chains being worked with at his feet. His first impulse was to run, but where? He was blind. As they brought his arms down there was a brief moment that no one was holding him. Paul clasped his hands together and swung them around coming into contact with some one who yelled in pain. He heard a loud clatter as that person fell over some furniture.
He reached up with his hands to try to remove the blindfold when he was knocked to the ground. He hit what felt like a table or counter on his way down. The men were on him immediately and within a few short moment he was again subdued. He was roughly brought back to his feet and again tied up into his former position. As they finished he was suddenly the recipient of a punch in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. As he gasped for breath, a hand grabbed his ball sack and squeezed. He grunted in pain.
"You bastard," a voice spat out in his face. "We can do this easy or hard, but you are ours this weekend, and you are really fucked now." The hand gave another painful squeeze, which was followed by another punch in the stomach. "Now you might as well get into your head that you're not goin anywhere"
Paul spat in the direction of the voice and received another punch for his efforts. The result was him puking his guts out, part of which dripped down his body.
"Just keep it up buddy" another voice snarled at him.
Once more he was taken down but this time he was guarded more carefully and shortly he found himself struggling in a new set of bonds in another room.
Without warning he was suddenly blasted by streams of cold water, which slowly turned warm and then fairly hot. Paul gasped for breath as the cold water hit him. He tried to move but as in the other room he was firmly secured both to the floor and ceiling.
Two pairs of hands were now washing him in his entirety. He felt the hands lathering down his cock and ball sac as well and fingers moving first up and down his ass crack and the probing into his ass sliding in and out. He growled his disgust for these men, who just continued to wash him telling him to "fuckin shut up."
Once they had finished washing him they turned off the water but rather than drying him off the left him to "air dry" while they left to cleanup his puke in the other room. He could hear them cursing him as they did, talking about the "fuckin stench" and mess he had made.
Paul didn't know how long he was hanging there but after sometime he heard what seemed to be about three or four other men. "Where is he?" he heard one ask
"The bastard is hangin out to dry in the shower" he heard one of the original men respond. Then he heard them relate what had happened in the afternoon and how he was still actin tough.
"That's ok" replied a new voice "He can act as tough as he wants, he is gonna have his ass thoroughly reamed out this weekend and there will be nothing he can do about it. The harder he fights it the more fun for us"
They all laughed at that.
"I was talking to some of the other guys, they're having a good time with Marc. They already had him bawlin his eyes out, cryin like a baby. Havin a good time with him too ... if you know what I mean. Haven't heard how they're doin with the other guy though."
Paul didn't say anything, he just listened, wondering what more was going to happen to him. Just then he felt a hand grab his face and turn it. Someone spoke "Yer not so tough either, are you bud? You want us to think you are but yer not and we're gonna break you too."
Paul spat at the voice and received another gut punch for his trouble. "Fuckin asshole, yer gonna pay for that" came the voice again as Paul gasped for breath, trying not to puke. "I think it's time this bastard sees who he is playing with"
Paul heard some movement around him, the rustling of clothes and the jingling of belt buckles, for all the world it sounded like these guys were stripping! A low voice said "Are we ready?"
A moment later he felt someone working at the knot of his blindfold, and then the blind loosening and being removed. The room was not very bright, and at first as his eyes tried to adjust to being able to see again all he could see was some shadowy figures. Then as his eyed became accustomed to the light he made out four men standing in front of him with the exception of something that looked like lone ranger masks they were naked.
Paul was immediately struck by two things... the men were all coloured and they all had huge cocks. "Ohhhnnn fuck!" he thought "not only fags but a bunch of niggers too" He looked from man to man. They were all quite large well built, obviously guys that made good use of the gym. They were all smiling at him. "hi there bubba" said one of them. They all began to laugh. "you, my brutha," the man continued in a put on southern drawl "are so fucked" the others really laughed at that.
"Fuck you!" spat out Paul in an effort at bravado
The man reached down and started handling his own cock which as it grew must have been a good nine or ten inches long. "No man" he snarled at Paul "Fuck you" The others also started working their cocks
Paul was starting to get worried. "What the fuck are you going to do? You fuckin leave me alone, I'm not gonna have no fuckin nigger fag touchin me."
Paul heard a voice from the door way away from the other four men. It was another man also coloured, naked but for the mask but considerably smaller in cock size from the others. "Too late Paul" He laughed at Paul and fingered his cock, "I'm the one that warmed you up for these guys"
"Fuck you Sambo!!! I'll kill yah"
"Well little white boy that cum that's been drippin down yer legs from yer ass is mine. And you see these guys? They're just warmin you up for ..."
Paul heard someone move behind him. Another big coloured man came around, when Paul looked down at his cock he almost passed out with fear. This man must have had twelve inches hanging between his legs, long and thick. The man grabbed Paul's face and planted a kiss on his lips. "Hi there my little fuck buddy"
Paul started to struggle in his bonds, they all laughed at him. One of the men brought in a padded bench just about the height of Paul's waist. The set it in front of him, then with one man holding each arm they released his wrists from the restraints in the ceiling. They lowered him so that he lay with his belly over the bench and then with a short length of chain secured his wrist cuffs to the same rings that held his ankles. There were hands all over him even as this was being done. Paul was breathing out curses but inside he was churning with terror.
"How you doin buddy?" came a voice at his left ear
"Fuck off" he replied
The men laughed. "Oh he's a tough bronco ain't he? He's gonna be a good ride"
Paul felt someone coming in behind him. He tried to look back but all he could see was the man's huge black leg. Then he felt something big rubbing up and down the crack of his ass. "Ohhnn yeah man this is going to be good" he heard. A finger was rough jammed into his ass and he grunted with the discomfort.
"Buddy?" the man said "I've found with a cock the size of mine goin up my ass I like to relax as much as possible, otherwise this is gonna hurt like hell"
"FUCK RIGHT OFF" Paul snarled
The man laughed "That's exactly what we are gonna do man, we're gonna fuck your ass right off."
The next thing Paul knew was that he was screaming in pain. It felt like he was being torn apart. Beads of sweat stood out on his face and trickled away. He couldn't believe the horrendous pain that he was feeling in his ass. The man had not gone slowly or carefully, he just plunged right in. The only thing that helped was the cum that was still oozing out of his ass from the earlier fucking.
Paul found himself begging the man to stop, he discovered he was actually crying, tears streaming out of his eyes. The pounding continued without relief. The other men cheering their friend on.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity of agonising pain he noticed the familiar change in breathing and movement as the orgasm rose in the man's cock. The man groaned out loud and shouted his pleasure as his rod pulsed out massive amounts of cum into his bowel. He felt the man collapse over his back, thanking him for his ass.
Paul was in too much pain not only physical, but mental, to respond. The man pulled out of him and invited the next man in.
The next man didn't hesitate either. There was no small talk or even jeering he just came up behind Paul and plunged in. The only thing he said as he entered Paul's ass was "Oh yeah baby, nice ass"
Again Paul heard himself scream in pain. He had been determined to stifle the scream but the pain was so intense he couldn't help himself. Worse yet he was now sobbing out his agony, and the men were laughing at him.
"Oooouuu!!! Mr Tough guy" They laughed.
"Well you bastard you did think about how our friends felt when they were being kicked and punched. So how does it feel to be in pain and not be able to do anything about it?" hissed one of the men in his face. "Well buddy the worst is yet to come" They all laughed again.
Paul could only imagine what that "worst" was going to be like. He had never seem a cock so big... and this was just the second man... there was another before the monster. The man inside him now was ramming him hard to the encouragement of the others. A thought came to Paul's mind as he lay there draped over the bench of how that girl he had fucked up the ass must have felt. She too had begged him to stop but he had just laughed at her and continued on filling her ass with his cum. He realised now why she wanted him to stop.
Presently he felt the pressure inside him increase and the man on top of him breathing faster and pumping him faster. Paul knew that the man was going to cum very shortly. Almost involuntarily he considered moving in rhythm with the man to speed his orgasm. While he couldn't believe what he was thinking, he couldn't stop the thoughts either and it was all he could do to prevent himself from bucking up his as to the onslaught.
Then man came shortly after. Paul threw up as the man came. Two of the men lifted him up, Paul could barely stand. He could feel the cum oozing out of his ass and dripping down his legs. He was still sobbing, his knees were buckling underneath him. He felt the water of the shower on him again as they washed some of the cum and vomit off him.
Then he felt himself being lifted completely off the floor and carried into another room. He was laid on his back on a bed, that only had a sheet on it and from the feel of it a plastic sheet underneath that.
The third man with his cock hard and long and a big grin on his face also got on the bed spreading Paul's legs lifting his knees and moving in between them. Then Paul felt his legs being lifted and draped over the mans shoulders, lifting his ass toward the man's massive rod.
"Take this one boy" the man said and Paul felt once again the searing pain of yet another huge cock entering his ass that was now so sore. Paul just cried out in pain and lay there as the pounding started. When would this end? He didn't think that he could take anymore. He lay there his body moving back and forth with the rhythm of the fucking that he was receiving, except for the pain he was almost oblivious of what was happening ... it was almost as though he was a bystander watching the event. Once again he felt the warm sort of glow in his belly as the man filled it with cum, once again he felt the momentary relief as the cock was removed from his ass.
He lay there his knees still up everything was becoming a blur. He felt someone getting on the bed at his feet... He looked down to see the "big man." He started to talk but couldn't get the words out. Tears were still streaming down his face. He wanted to tell them that he was sorry, he wanted to ask them to stop, but he couldn't get the words to his lips, he just sobbed out his misery.
He looked around him and could see the men. They were laughing and talking but he could no longer make out what they were saying. Their laughter and voices seemed to be coming from some sort of echo chamber. The room and the men all seemed to be in a slow spin around him.
His legs were draped over the man's shoulders. The pain he next felt was like nothing he had felt before...He screamed, lights flashed across his field of vision and then everything went black...
"Holey FUCK Man you've killed him" shouted Ryan when he saw Paul just go limp.
Bo kept on fucking. "He ain't dead he just passed out, guys are always doin that when they get fucked by me" he grunted.
Ryan felt one of Paul's wrists for a pulse, it took a while with all the movement but he did find one. The man was still alive.
Paul's limp body just moved up and down with Bo's pounding, his head rolling from side to side. The other guys were a little nervous and tried to get Bo to stop, but he wouldn't ... you don't mess with Bo, especially when he's in the middle of a fuck job.
After several minutes he got a sort of glazed look in his eyes and started to moan loudly "OOOOOHHHHHNNNNnnnnnnnn FUCK!!! YEAH MAN !!!" He shoved his cock in as far as he could. The other men could see that he was throbbing inside Paul, whose eyes were still closed and was lying limp on the mattress.
"Ohhhhnnn fuck!" gasped Bo "This boy has one fine ass" He slowly pulled out of Paul. When the others looked they could see a little blood around the hole and some of the cum and shit that was oozing out was also tinted reddish, although there was not a lot red.
"We'll have to watch him for a bit." Ryan mentioned.
They pulled couple blankets over the unconscious man and left him till he awoke. In the morning they would take him to the main meeting place and the weekend would continue, but for the remainder of the night they would let him rest.
Steve got up as usual Friday morning. Last day before the weekend. It was great, he was going fishing tonight and tomorrow, camping out. He had all the gear ready so's he could head out as soon as he got home from work.
He loved to get out in to the 'bush', go fishing, just sit and watch nature and have some quiet time to himself. Paul and Marc were ok to hang out with for a beer, but sometimes they scared him.
When they ambushed and beat up that old queer, Steve remembered at the time a strange sense of exhilaration and excitement but the next day hearing about it on the news that excitement faded very quickly, and he almost felt a sense of guilt. He certainly didn't feel good about it.
With the subsequent attacks, while Marc and Paul seemed to get more excited and more pumped. Steve got more and more depressed. When they were approached by the cops the other two became more defiant, Steve became more scared.
When he tried to tell Marc and Paul about how he was feeling they laughed at him about being a chicken shit, and he shut up. A couple days late he suggested that he didn't want to do this anymore. Paul took him aside and grabbed him by the front of his shirt and threatened to beat the shit out of him. "Yer in this for good you little shit, don't you be backin out on us, and don't bother goin to the cops or you'll get what those queers have got and worse" Nothing more was said after that
The last beating of the young kid, about his age, Steve was the one that ran the kid down , but held back in laying the boots to him. When they were finished they all ran off in different directions.
Steve circled back and checked the kid out and then ran and called 911 and ran home. He cried that night. What on earth had he gotten himself into? Later on he went to a phone booth and called the hospital to see how the kid was.
When Paul had called him earlier that week to do something for the weekend, he was able to bow out saying that he had something planned for out of town.
They both knew that Marc was going to be fuckin' up storm with some broad.
The last thing Steve wanted was to spend the weekend with Paul alone.
He had to get away for a couple days and think about what he was going to do. Yeah those guys were ok to drink with, they had some good laughs together, it was when they started on about the queers that Steve would get nervous.
Steve rented a detached house only five blocks from where he worked, so he always walked to the office. At 22 and in his first real job, he was the junior supply clerk in the office. He walked four blocks up Elm and then down a back alley that lead to loading dock of the building he worked in.
The last couple weeks Steve had the impression that he was being followed. He couldn't put his finger on it, but it was that feeling that someone was watching him all the time. When he mentioned that to the other two they just laughed at him telling him that he was just getting paranoid.
This morning however it was no different as he approached the alley, he glanced behind him. No one other than the usual. There was a white van parked at the last parking meter before the alley. But that wasn't unusual, there were always vehicles parked along Elm there. The side and rear windows were heavily tinted and Steve couldn't make out anything inside the van.
Steve turned up the alley, a couple seconds later he heard what sounded like the side door of a van sliding open. He glanced back to see the van turning up the alley. He stepped to the side to let it pass. As the van came up beside him the door slid open and a man jumped out and grabbed him. Another pair of hands reached out the van and he was pushed and pulled into the van.
The door slid shut as the van sped away.
Steve gave a shout as he was dragged into the van. He tried to fight his attackers off, hoping that someone had seen what had happened and called the cops.
His arms were quickly forced behind his back and he found himself handcuffed. Shortly after that so were his feet. Not a word was spoken by his assailants other than to tell him to shut up, as they disabled him and then finally blindfolded him.
He knew that he couldn't do anything so decided to lay quietly. They drove in silence for several minutes before Steve took up the courage to ask what they were going to do to him.
There was a low laugh and then a voice said. "Well Steve my boy, we've been watching you for a few weeks and we're not happy with you. You beat up several of out friends and now your going to have to answer for that"
Steve felt his blood run cold as the possibilities of what was about to happen to him started to sink in.
"Yuh see boy, you can't go around beating people up and expect to get away with it. All three of you are going to pay this weekend... you... Marc... and Paul. Yeah man we know all about you guys and now we got yahs"
"you... you got Marc and Paul???"
There was laughter "Yeap and you guys are going to pay for what you've done."
"Are... are you going to kill me?" Steve asked in a quiet voice. He was now quite terrified.
"Well we'll have to see won't we? Depends how you co-operate with us."
Oh fuck ... why did he ever get involved with those two? Why didn't he get out at the beginning when they first started to talk about shutting that gay bar down? Why was he so fuckin stupid? He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he didn't have the balls to stand up to Paul and Marc. Now who knows what was going to happen to him. They could kill him and no one would ever know, no one knew where he was.
Nobody spoke to him for a long time. They had obviously left town and were on the highway. But in which direction were they travelling? Where were they going. They stopped once for a "piss break" he heard someone say. When everyone came back in the van they sat him up and helped him drink a beer. Then they laid him back down again.
Finally after what seemed like hours they turned off the highway on to a dirt road and shortly after that into a driveway. "Well here we are guy" someone said
The van doors opened up and two people helped him up and out of the van. Then they led him to a building up some steps and inside.
A voice very close to his right ear said "This is where you will pay for you crimes against us. Whether or not you leave, or how you leave this place, will depend entirely on you."
Steve just stood there, never in his twenty-two years had he been so scared.
It was chilly inside and Steve could hear someone opening the doors of a wood stove. Shortly after he got a whiff of smoke and the smell of the ignition of a match. It wasn't long before the sound of a crackling fire could be heard and the feel of warmth coming somewhere to his right. Steve surmised that they were at someone's cottage somewhere.
While this was going on Steve was secured with his footcuffs loosely chained to the floor. He was told to stand where he was. For what seemed like about a half hour he stood, waiting, worrying about his fate. He could tell that there was some activity around him with people walking by and talking in low tones. He could here things being moved around and water being run, doors and cupboards, and drawers being opened and closed.
Finally someone came and stood by him and said "You've been very patient, we are ready to begin"
The man continued "Try to walk forward Steve"
Steve took a step and then another almost tripping as he came to the end of his 'tether'. "That's right man, you are chained to the floor, you can't go anywhere, so don't try. When we want you somewhere else we will move you and secure you in the new location. Try anything funny and you will find yourself looking like one of your victims, and I don't think you want to mess up your pretty face now do you?"
Steve just shook his head and stood still.
He felt his hands being released and his wrists being held. Someone said "Are we ready?"
There were grunts of approval. Steve suddenly had his blindfold removed. His eyes were blinded to the light at first, but as his eyes slowly became accustomed to the light, he looked around and saw six men, topless, in track pants, some with obvious erections showing. One man at each side, each holding one of his wrists. Three others standing over to the left. Each man had a "Lone Ranger" type of mask on, so he couldn't recognise them.
The sixth man and the obvious leader of the group was standing directly in front of him.
"Steve, ever been to an orgy?"
"Well you're at one now boy and you're the star attraction. Co-operate and you won't get hurt... much." They all laughed.
Steve tried to step back from the man "No ... no man ... like I never meant to hurt anyone"
"But you did hurt people Steve and from the looks of them, it sure doesn't look like you didn't mean to hurt anyone."
Steve backed up as far was the tether would let him and was struggling to get loose from the wrist hold, but these guys were strong and had a firm grip .
The man came closer. He reached up and started to unbutton Steve's shirt. The other men had by now closed in around him as well. He could feel hands on his body, fingers in his hair and around his ears pinching his earlobes. He tried to turn his head and move his body away for the touching but it was no use.
His shirt was now completely open and there were hands caressing his chest and belly commenting on his physique and what they would like to do with him.
"Please don't do this" he pleaded, tears of terror were already forming in his eyes, as he looked around at the men. They laughed softly ,
"That's ok boy, we're just gonna have some fun with you"
His shirt was removed. From behind him someone came up close and reached around him to unbuckle his belt and open up his pants. The hands slowly and seductively lowered his fly causing his penis to start to enlarge. All the while this man was whispering in his ear, how he loved Steve's body and how he wanted to make love to him over and over again.
His pants without much trouble fell to the ground. He was left standing in his briefs. The men around him released first one ankle from it's shackles removed his pantleg and then repeated the process with the other ankle reshackling him.
The man behind him stayed very close to him. Steve could feel the man's erection rubbing against him. The man was now massaging his cock which was now very erect through the fabric of his briefs. "Please don't do this" he pleaded.
"Too late Steve, we're doing it"
The man's hands slid under the band of his briefs and found his rod. With one quick movement his briefs were removed slid down to his ankles, where they remained. The man continued to play with his cock as another of the men came over and knelt before him. Looking up at Steve's face with a smile and whispering "Nice" he slowly slid his mouth over Steve's cock until it was completely engulfed.
Steve couldn't believe the feeling of having a man do that to him. His knees almost buckled and he groaned out loud inspite of himself. "OHHhhnnn Fuck NO!!"
"Oh Yes Steve" a voice whispered in his ear.
The man kneeling before him was now moving up and down on his cock. "Ohhnnnn fuck man stop!! Steve cried "I'm gonna cum!!!" and before anyone could stop it Steve was crying out and the man was the recipient of a massive load of cum.
"Well that wasn't what we expected just yet " said someone from across the room. "Yeah" laughed someone else "not much staying power for a tough guy"
Steve just groaned, as the man kept sucking until he was satisfied that there was no more. The man behind him kept whispering in his ear about how turned on he was with Steve and how he wanted to have him. He kept moving his hips in and out against him as his hands stroked his belly and chest. It was all so erotic and terrifying at the same time.
"I want you so bad man" the man whispered as one hand moved back to Steve's lower back. The man traced his finger down the crack of Steve's ass and then started probing at the sphincter. All this attention had him fully aroused again to his dismay, because his cock was now the attention of yet another man who was licking at it and sucking the tip while he fondled his ball sac. He found it incredible that he, a straight guy, could be having the sensations that were racing through his body at the touch of other men.
The man behind him started kissing the back of his neck and the worked his way down his back with kisses. He continued down the man's hands now working on his ass cheeks and inside his thighs. He felt his cheeks being pulled slightly apart and them felt the man stick his face in his ass. "No!
Don't do that! " he cried as he tried to jerk away. He felt a warm wet feeling and realised the man was tonguing his ass. It actually felt real good but at the same time it filled him with disgust to have a man licking his ass.
The man's tongue began to probe around the opening darting in an out. Urgently pressing against the opening, seeking entry.
The rest of the men were now actively stroking and caressing and kissing his body all over while the one was now fucking his face on Steve's cock. All this erotic attention made him very weak in the knees and relaxed. The tongue was now gaining entry and was moving in and out of his sphincter. Steve found he couldn't resist even if he wanted to and he wasn't even sure he wanted to.
The man behind him stood up again and he felt something else trying to gain entry to his ass.... The man forced a finger into his ass. It was uncomfortable. Although it was only a finger it felt much larger. The man was once again whispering erotic things in his ear again making him very hot.
I'm going to have you man" he whispered "You want me don't you?" and "You have such a fine tight ass boy, it is going to feel so good inside you"
as the man said this a couple things were happening... Steve was approaching another orgasm and had started the groan again. The man who had been positioning his own aching cock at Steve's love opening suddenly gave a push and entered him.
Steve gave a scream and jerked forward, pushing his own cock deep into the throat of the man kneeling before him, that movement and the feel of his cock against the top and back of the man's throat pushed him over the edge and he found himself once again pumping cum into another man's mouth and throat. The man in his ass, pulled him back and in doing so pushed his cock full length into Steve's ass.
"Oh yeah man this is just right" the man whispered. "You're good man, you sure you ain't gay?" Steve could hear the others laugh at that but didn't answer. He couldn't, there was still a man sucking on his now super sensitive cock which was causing him to jerk back and forth. This, he could feel was causing the cock in his ass to move in and out as well. One of the other men had to help him stay on his feet, his knees no longer able to keep him up. The other men the whole time continued kissing and stroking his body. He was a mass of super sensitive nerve cells. Everything made him respond, most of it in a sexual manner. He felt so good and so bad all at the same time. His body told him it didn't want it to end, his mind was screaming "rape!"
The man in his ass was now pumping harder and was seriously fucking him, grunting his pleasure... It was not long before he let out a loud moan and pushed in as far as he could. Steve could feel the man's cock start to throb and pulse inside and shortly a warm glow was felt deep inside his bowel, he was being filled with cum. The man hugged him close. "Oooohhnnn thanks man you are so good" he groaned. He kissed Steve on the back of his neck and then slowly pulled himself out.
Another man took his place and soon Steve felt himself being fucked again. This man was slightly bigger but Steve was no longer there, he had zoned himself out. "Why did this feel so good, what they were doing to him?" "I'm not gay" His mind shouted, while his body screamed "This feels so good"
This man was replaced by another. This time Steve felt himself moving back toward the man. This did not go unnoticed. Steve just groaned.
When they had all had their turn and had brought Steve to yet another orgasm they took him down. As with Paul and Marc they showered him. Then laid down on a bed, and secured there and he fell into a fitful sleep.
Michael was the first to fuck Steve's ass, it was so erotic to actually be raping another man. He almost felt sorry for Steve, as he saw the tears streaking down the young man's cheeks. And now as he watched him sleep, he wanted to gather him into his arms and comfort him... but no! They had more work to do with this man. He was a gay basher, whether he had been dragged into the situation or had done these things voluntarily he had caused a lot of damage to several of Michael's friends.
They let Steve sleep for about an hour and they began again. They woke him up and brought him back to the centre of the room again. This time they only shackled his feet to the floor, his arms were tied behind his back and he was told to kneel.
Steve looked a little confused, though probably more groggy from exhaustion and having his sleep disrupted. Michael knelt to one side of him, gently putting his arm over his shoulder and kissing him on the cheek. Then softly he said in just above a whisper, "You're going to learn something new Steve"
Steve turned his head to look at him "Learn something new?" As he turned his head back one of the other men had come foreword and he found himself staring at a fully erect cock that was already oozing precum.
Steve pulled back but the arm over his shoulder urged him forward. "Lick the precum off the tip Steve" he was told, always in that gentle voice. The arm applied some more pressure pushing him toward the waiting cock.
"I can't do it" Steve cried "I'm not a fag, I can't do it"
"You can Steve and you will." the man continued and he pushed Steve foreword as the other moved his cock to Steve's mouth, rubbing the precummed tip against Steve's lips.
Steve involuntarily licked his lips at the feel of the precum now coating them. In doing so his mouth opened a little and his tongue came in contact with the cock. He pulled his tongue back quickly and tried again to move his head away, but to no avail.
"Remember what we said about co-operation Steve, you do want to get out of here don't you?"
He looked around him, there were six men there, and fags or no they could do him damage. "Now c'mon buddy you can do this, and you will"
As this was going on another man was beginning to gently rub his cock, once more arousing him.
The cock was again presented to his mouth, the tip rubbing against his lips, he licked against his will, this time with tears coursing down his cheeks, his eyes closed, he slowly opened his mouth, his tongue playing the traitor as it licked his lips and the cock tip. The hard rod eased it's way partially into his mouth until the cockhead was past his teeth.
Though he was too taken up with the horror of what was happening to him to even think about it, another voice growled at him from somewhere, "Don't even think about biting man, you won't make it out alive"
Steve's eyes were closed as the cock continued it's way in. He was told to suck and move his tongue about it. As the cock made it's way to that back of his throat he began to choke and gag. The cock was pulled back a bit as he relaxed.
"Ok Steve, good boy" came the voice behind him again "My buddy here is going to slowly fuck your face, and move in and out of your mouth, you're going to suck on his cock as he does that, you do everything you can with your mouth and tongue to make him feel good man, and you will be fine"
As promised the cock started back toward his throat and then out again till just the head was left in his mouth and then the process was repeated. Steve couldn't help but work with his tongue as it looked for space in his now full mouth. He tried sucking and was encouraged to continued by the owner of the cock. "Ohhnnn fuck yeah man, that's it man, yer catching on good" The man reached forward with his hands and held Steve's head, now moving faster in and out of his mouth.
Steve thought he was going to choke, the man he was sucking was groaning louder, and he could feel the man's cock hitting the back of his throat. Several times he gagged but the cock kept pumping in his mouth.
"OOOHHHNNNNNnnn fuck man I'm gonna cum!!!!"
At the sound of that Steve panicked and tried to pull away but he was held tight. The man was grunting out loud and fucking his mouth hard now. Suddenly the man let out another yell and Steve could taste and feel a sticky substance filling his mouth as the cock there pulsated and throbbed, still moving in and out.
Steve could feel the cum dribbling down his chin, he didn't know what to do with it, he couldn't conceive of swallowing it although he couldn't help swallowing some. The voice behind him came again "Swallow Steve!! Or you'll choke!" He started to swallow. He gagged and sputtered some of the cum continued to ooze out of his mouth and down his chin and now his throat and chest.
Finally the man pulled his cock out and came forward and kissed Steve on the mouth. Steve felt the man's tongue at his lips and opened to allow him entry. The tongue did a sweep of Steve's mouth then left. "Thanks buddy, that was great" he whispered
Steve opened his eyes, the man was backing away, his cock now hanging limp.
Steve tried to get up but he was held down, and another man took the place of the first. "You did real good on the first one boy, but you know what they say practice makes perfect" there was laughter around him.
"Ohhnnn no, please don't make me do this again... please don't" Steve was exhausted physically and emotionally from the last who knew how many hours. He had been kept almost constantly in a state of sexual arousement and he had been fucked and sucked and jerked off , and now it looked like he was going to suck off all these guys. It was more than he could handle. He just knelt there and sobbed. "I can't do this, I'm sorry I hurt those guys"
he wailed "I never meant to hurt anyone... I just want to go, let me go pleeeaase"
A couple of the guys knelt down with him, one spoke "Steve you may not have meant to hurt those guys but you did, we know that you wanted to get out of it, but you didn't, we know that you were threatened in to the last attack by Paul, but you didn't do anything about it and now our buddy will probably lose a kidney and who knows what else will happen to him. No Steve, you're not going to go yet and you are going to finish what we have planned for you"
His head was steadied as the next man again approached him. As the man's cock began to rub against his lips, Steve slowly opened his mouth and let the man in. His tongue began to swirl around the man's cockhead and he began to suck. His mind was awhirl with flashes of thoughts but nothing distinct. He couldn't focus on anything, he just aware of a large warm object slowly moving in and out of his mouth. He aware that he was sucking on it and he as aware that the owner of the warm object was moaning in pleasure.
A short time later he received another mouthful of hot sticky cum as he felt the man's cock suddenly begin to throb and spurt out its load. There were voices around him but they were almost 'other worldly' echoing out there somewhere. This time he managed to swallow almost all of it. This cock was followed by another. Steve didn't fight it this time. The men knew they had beaten him.
As Steve was sucking a fifth cock he became aware that someone was sucking his. It felt so good, he would almost cum and the man would let up and then start again and then release him again, never allowing him to actually cum. The cock in his mouth released it's load and he finished sucking it dry, the men had him get up. Steve in his exhausted confusion muttered something about "but there's still another one isn't there?"
The men surprised at his question laughed. Someone behind him said "That's ok guy you can have him later. Right now you are going to learn one more thing. To make you a true homosexual"
"I'm not..." his voice trailed off. "I'm not what?" he thought. He couldn't finish the thought, he just didn't know anymore. He just knew that he had felt so extremely horrible and confused and so extremely good all at the same time. What could they do to him that was worse then he had already been made to do?
With his eyes only half open from fatigue, he noticed someone kneeling on all fours before him, his ass elevated toward him. "Yer gonna fuck ass my boy"
Steve just looked, and then the only thing that came to his mind blurted out of his mouth, "I think my cock isn't hard enough" He looked down ... indeed his cock had lost a bit of it's stiffness. He couldn't believe he had said it. A hand started to caress his belly and groin area as another gently started to stroke his cock back to arousal.
He just kinda stood then allowing it to happen. He felt something cool and wet being applied to his cock and then he was instructed to kneel behind the man on the floor in front of him. He was helped in close and he felt someone taking his now swollen member and point it toward the man's hole. He was told to push in which he did. As his cock applied pressure to the hole he felt himself enter in to a warm chamber.... He slid in and they no longer had to guide him, it felt so incredibly good in there. He just started to move his body quite naturally in and out and was soon fucking hard. He couldn't stop himself. He was crying and feeling totally elated at the same time. Finally he was heard to cry out "OOOOhhhnnn fuck ooohnnn fuck ...... ooooohhnnnn noooooo... I'm gonna cum...oooohhnnnnnn!!!!! "
He exploded inside the man collapsing on his back as his rod continued to throb out it's load of cum. He lay there draped over the man's back for several moments, panting for breath. They tried to pull him off but he pleaded to leave him a bit longer.
When they tried a few moments later he complied and slowly pulled himself out. He could not stand, his knees wouldn't hold. They picked him up, unshackled him and lay him back on the bed, where he lay still panting for some time.
Steve was so tired, he couldn't process what was happening to him. If they had simply taken him out and beat the shit out of him he would have been able to work that through, this was different. This was like torturing him with pleasure, but pleasure that was so contrary to all that he knew. How could he be having such incredible pleasure with a man? This was not making any sense to him at all, he just couldn't handle it, his mind seemed to be in overload.
Sometime later Steve felt someone waking him up. Someone said... "C'mon boy we gotta go, they're waiting for us"
"Yeah man more fun, more guys, you'll love it" Steve heard laughing in the background.
They got him up, blindfolded him and walked him naked out to what he presumed was the van he was brought in. It felt cool out and he was soon shivering and shaking. He felt an arm over his shoulder pulling him close. He leaned into the man that was holding him and then he felt a blanket being draped over him. "Th..th...thanks" he stammered
They drove for only a few minutes and stopped. As the door of the van was opened he could here a lot of laughing and talking and shouting. It sounded like a party going on. As they led him out there was a momentary break in the noise and then it started up again. "Hey here's another one... he looks kinda played out... How yah doin boy, did they show you a good time?