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 is for you to have some enjoyable reading.
I would appreciate any comments you might have
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Chapter 6: Saturday Morning
Hands were touching Steve all over, feeling him up. He tried to move back but couldn't get away from the hands. He was too tired to fight. He was terrified and shaking. Tears were streaming down his face, he had never felt so horrible in all his life.
When they got him into the house he was shackled to the floor but that left his arms free. "Behave yourself and we won't have to tie your arms" someone said softly in his ear. Steve started to sink to the floor but was told to stay standing.
"We're just waiting for the other one to arrive and then the party can begin."
The were shouts and hoots and laughing. Again Steve felt someone grab his balls and cock. He tried to move away but there was someone behind him holding him and fingering his ass at the same time.
"Oh yeah we're gonna have a party" one of the men close to him said.
Steve heard another voice that he recognised. "Fuck off, leave me alone... just leave me alone" the voice sounded strained and exhausted but there was no mistaking it, it was Marcel.
"Marc?" he called out "Is that you man?"
"Ohhn fuck !! You too Steve?"
He heard them shackle Marc to the floor nearby as well. They were both told to remain standing.
Joe arrived at the site just as the van with Paul drove up. He watched as the bully was taken out of the back. His head was down and blindfolded and naked he stumbled along with no effort at resistance.
Joe smiled. It was all working out as he planned. If they could defeat this one the other two must have been totally finished. Joe noticed that as Paul was groped and touched being led through the crowd to the cabin that he didn't even try to move away. He also noticed that there were some blood stains down his legs.
As they reached the door, one of Paul's 'keepers' grabbed him about the shoulders and kissed him. They kissed for sometime and as they did the 'keeper's ' hand strayed down Paul's body and soon he was fingering his ass, his middle finger obviously sliding right in. Paul only groaned, he didn't seem to have the energy to fight back. Everyone cheered and hooted as they kissed, and then they all went in.
Joe followed the crowd in to the cabin. Several of the men there came over to him and hugged him. There was a festive atmosphere in the building, almost a sense of victory seemed to pervade the place.
And victory it was indeed, they could almost taste it. In the middle of the room shackled to the floor were their enemies, humiliated and defeated.
Everyone donned a mask, and when they were ready, a silence came over the group. There were about thirty men present to witness the final humiliation.
At the right moment three men stepped forward. Each one had been a keeper of Paul and Marc and Steve. They stepped forward, coming up behind the men they undid the blindfolds of their prisoners.
As they got accustomed to the light again, Paul and Steve and Marc looked around. All around them stood a large crowd of masked men, masked and naked, many of then fondling themselves, or others and many were clearly aroused as they stared at the men shackled in the middle of the room.
"I think we are ready to begin" came a voice somewhere from the back of the room.
On mass the group moved in on the three men, and for the next hour or more they found themselves being sexually used. There were men behind and in front. They were being kissed and caressed and sucked. Their asses were being assailed with mouth and tongue as well as fingers and cock.
Rules had been set as to the extent of the attack and it certainly was an attack. None of the men were to be physically hurt, but they would know that they had been with other men.
Ryan knelt himself in front of Paul, who was also forced to his knees than then positioned on all fours. Ryan brought Paul's face up and kissed him deep, his tongue probing the man's lips. Paul, could no longer help himself and allowed the hot tongue to enter his mouth. At the same time he could feel something hot an wet at his anus. His ass was being eaten out again. He groaned and tried to plead for them to stop but nothing coherent came out. Ryan leaned back and then brought his ready cock to Paul's mouth and slowly fed it in. "Suck man" he said. "Make me happy" Paul heard some snickering but complied to the order, and started to suck as he felt the cock sliding in and out of his mouth.
While this was happening Marc and Steve were also being used as well. Men had swarmed around each of the prisoners and were kissing and feeling and touching while waiting for their turn to be serviced.
Michael had positioned himself behind Steve and was slowly and even gently now fucking the young man. Steve was groaning, but he couldn't determine if he was in pain, or what was he was feeling. The man now in his ass he recognised as the man that had been with him the whole time. He recognised the voice. It whispered softly into his ear, as he felt the cock enter and force it's way past the sphincter. The feeling of having the penis there was uncomfortable but no longer painful. The voice just continued to tell him how it good it felt to be with him.
Another man slid his cock into Steve's mouth and held his head as he pumped his cock in and out. At one point he thought he heard the voice behind him tell the other man to be more gentle. He was no longer sure what was happening.
He quickly swallows the cum that he received from the first cock only to have it replaced by another. He could here behind him that the breathing was becoming more ragged and then he felt heard a gasp and felt a shudder as the man with the voice came inside him. "Thank you Steve, that was real good, you made me very happy" said the voice softly in his ear. The cock was pulled out. Presently he felt it replaced by another. This man whoever he was, was not as gentle. He pumped hard and Steve could feel him coming very quickly. He was quickly replaced by another and then another. His legs were running with cum that was seeping out of his ass. He could feel cum dripping down his chin and chest as well as he no longer was able to swallow everything that was being pumped into his mouth . He was also aware of cum being splattered on his face, head and back. He was now sobbing, pleading to be left alone. But they kept on coming.
Marc could on longer tell what was happening to him. His mind was blanking out. He was vaguely aware of being filled at both ends of his body. Hands were all over him. The sounds and smells and in the room melded together in his mind with what was physically happening to him into some kind of crazy psychedelic light and sound show. His nerves were in tatters. He too as Steve was sobbing, tears pouring from his eyes.
He was just at the point of collapse, when things suddenly seemed to stop. The last of the cocks were pulled from his mouth, he felt another being pulled from his ass. The taste and smell of cum heavy in his mouth and nostrils. He felt himself being lifted up and unshackled. In the distance somewhere he heard water running...
A warm, comfortably warm stream of water was felt pouring over him and running down his body. He slowly came aware to the fact that he had been taken to the shower and was being washed down. At least two men were holding him up and he knew that there were others that were actually washing him. He revived somewhat but he kept his eyes closed as the men silently dried him off. They then led him back to the main hall, where rather than shackling him back in place two men just held him.
Paul and Steve too were led away and showered and brought back to the big room. It was time for the final humiliation.
Paul was forced to kneel forward with his forearms flat on the floor causing his ass to point up at an angle. He was so humiliated, so angry, but he had no fight in him left but to do as he was directed. As he looked around trying to memorise facial features around the masks that everyone was wearing, he noticed that Marc was being brought toward him. One man was slowly jerking Marc and he already had a huge hardon going.
Marc saw Paul begin forced to kneel in a rather disgusting manner. He was being led over to Paul, and them made to kneel at his ass. One of the men was working on his cock, which was responding well to his dismay.
His hand was brought out and a glob of KY was put on his fingers. He was told to apply it to Paul's ass. He hesitated but his hand was forced and he saw himself smearing the gel to his friends ass. His middle finger was forced into Paul's asshole and he was made to finger fuck him a few times.
Then some more KY was put on his hand and he was made to apply it to his own cock, covering it from head to root with the slippery gel. He was then told to fuck his friend.
As he hesitated, Paul looked back at him. Marc pulled back but, several men were there to make sure that this was going to happen. His cock was hard and as two men pushed him toward Paul, another took his cock and directed it toward the waiting hole. There was nothing he could do. He felt his cock entering his friend. Sliding right in. He had expected Paul to put up some resistance as some of the girls he had assfucked in the past. But there was little. He slid right in full shaft and then was told to start fucking. He shook his head and tried to tell his friend how sorry he was. He started to slowly move in and out of Paul's ass.
It felt good and his cock was responding in a way he hadn't felt before. He was moving quicker now, Paul too was moving to the rhythm of the action, whether by choice or not. The other men were now cheering them on.
Marc could feel an orgasm growing in his groin. Paul was grunting beneath him with each push of his cock into him. A couple times he pulled right out but was quickly re-inserted.
Marc kept quiet and just kept pumping his buddy... quiet that is until he was suddenly overwhelmed by a massive orgasm promoted both by the incredible feeling of Paul's ass around his rod. He let out a shout of extreme pleasure as he filled his buddy's ass with his cum. He could no longer control the pumping action and continued pumping hard until he was drained, then he collapsed over his friend's back, sweating and panting, their bodies heaving together.
He felt himself slowly being pulled from Paul.
He watched as Paul was made to stand up. Marc could see his own cum starting to course down his friend's legs from his ass. Then to his horror he was led again toward Paul but this time he was made to kneel before his friend.
"Now it is your turn to pleasure Paul"
Paul's huge cock was bobbing in front of his face, Marc thought he would get sick but he was pushed forward again and another hand grabbed Paul's cock and brought it to his lips,
He slowly opened his mouth and the big cockhead was slid in. He could feel the contour of the member on his tongue and he began to gag almost immediately. He tried to move his head away but it was held firmly in place and the hands that held it began to move his head forward and then back again into a rhythm.
He could feel Paul growing slightly in his mouth. Paul's smell invaded his nostrils. His friend's cock tasted a little salty from the sweat that had resulted from their just fucking, but it was not unpleasant, almost tasteless.
The feel of the cock head moving along his tongue and roof of his mouth felt so different. Even though he felt repulsed by the thought of his friend's rod invading his mouth it was also exciting in a certain way realising that his friend was obviously turned on and hard by what he was doing to him.
Paul couldn't believe how good it felt to have Marc sucking on his cock. He was groaning in pleasure at the same time that he was cursing his situation and the people that were holding him. He could feel a load building in his groin. That familiar intense drive that would end in an incredible orgasm. "I'm going to cum" he moaned.
Marc for his part when he heard that tried to back off but was not permitted. He was urged to continue his action on his friends cock.
Paul continued to moan with the urgency of the passion that was waving over him. "OOOOHhhnnn Fuck I'm cumming" He reached forward and without thinking grabbed Marc's head and rammed himself into the back of Marc's throat as his cock began to pulse out a load of cum.
Marc was choking on the cum and cock that filled his mouth, Paul wouldn't let go. Marc felt the cock being drawn back by his friend and then shoved right back in again several times before the fountain of hot cum began to subside.
Paul finally stopped moving but his hands remained on Marc's head. Marc looked up, their eyes met and Paul quickly let go, and pulled his cock out of Marc's mouth. "Oh Fuck man .. you gotta know I didn't want to do this"
Paul looked around at his captors "I'm not a fuckin queer!!! I'm not!!"
They all looked first at him then at Marc still on his knees in front of him with cum running down his chin and neck. "Coulda fooled us." someone said.
The rest laughed.
"There is one more event" said the man that seemed to be in charge.
Paul was led over to Steve who had been standing there watching his friends.
Michael had been standing behind him and was speaking in soft tones to him, while gently caressing his body , massaging his chest and abdomen with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. Steve was leaning back on Michael in the pleasure of it all and was quite aroused.
He looked blankly at Paul as he was brought over to stand in front of him. They stared at each other for a moment.
"We understand that you and Paul had some words about the gay bashing Steve." Neither Paul nor Steve moved or said anything in acknowledgement of that statement. "You in fact Paul, were seen to be roughing Steve up a bit to make sure that he stayed in line, isn't that right big boy?" The speaker now standing directly in front of Paul, brought his hand up and chucked Paul's chin. Paul looked at Steve and back at the speaker.
He was told to kneel. He knew that he had no choice and knelt before Steve.
Steve's cock dangled in front of his face.
"Now it is your turn to pay Steve back for the trouble you gave him."
Paul looked up at Steve and back at the speaker. He looked behind him. There was Marcel watching as well.
"I can't do this" he sobbed, his shoulders shaking as he cried. "I can't do this, I can't I'm not a fag" he wailed. Paul found himself filled with rage at himself for his tears and weeping. He was filled with rage for these people that had brought him to this state.
"Fag or no man you're going to do it" the man said. With that the two men that had placed him in front of Steve now brought his face up to Steve's rod, which he could see was glistening with precum. Another man behind Steve could be heard to be speaking softly to Steve and was obviously keeping Steve in a state of arousal.
Steve's cock was brought to Paul's mouth and the tip traced along his lips, leaving a trail of precum there. The feel of it caused Paul to open his mouth. His tongue playing the traitor and licking his lips. It was at that point that Steve's cock was slid into Paul's mouth.
As Steve felt the heat and moisture of Paul's mouth he let out a sigh and soft moan. He leaned back on the man that was behind him and his head nestled into the man's neck and shoulder. Steve was no longer aware of where he was just that right now he was feeling very good.
Marc could believe how Steve just seemed to accept what was happening to him. He watched as Paul started to move up and down on Steve's cock first with assistance and then he seemed to get a rhythm of his own. Steve's hips were moving and he was moaning with obvious pleasure. He reached with his hands as Paul had done to Marc and held his friend's head. It wasn't long before Marc heard his young friend exclaim and shout out the pleasure of what was clearly a great orgasm. Paul sputtered and gagged but kept on sucking and swallowing the cum that Steve was pumping into his mouth.
When it was done they were all allowed to sit down and given a beer to drink. They sat for a few minutes surrounded by their captors. Then they were once again led away to be showered Michael, gently gathered Steve up, helped him stand and led him to the shower room. "It's almost over now. You're going home soon" he said softly to the young man. Steve didn't respond. He was too tired to respond. After showering him , Michael helped him put on his briefs, and then sat him down, and gave him another beer. At first Steve refused it but at Michael's insistence he finally drank it down. In another part of the cottage Marcel was drinking another glass of beer as well, while Paul was being showered. He too, once he was cleaned up was given his shorts and then a glass of beer. The three men were once again blind folded The whole place had become very quiet. People spoke only in whispers, and some had begun to leave. The weekend was over.