Butterflies are fluttering in my stomach, because of the anticipation of a new stage in my degradation to 'fuck toy'. Tonight there should be a couple of lads waiting to rape me violently on my way home ... and I can't wait to be their victim. A gang bang! Several strong young guys taking turns at my arse, their massive dicks driving into me like jackhammers. My cock is rigid in anticipation.
The square outside the tube station is deserted, as so often at this time of the night. I stroll to the entrance of the park, outwardly calm, inwardly in turmoil.
How many boys will there be? Will they treat him roughly? Is Felix' younger brother really as heavily hung as he promised?
The questions that have been playing on my mind all week are going to be answered soon.
Walking through the dark park, I expect a hand on my shoulder any moment, but nothing happens. Even when I cross the narrow path between two large bushes ... not a sausage. When I leave through the gate on the other end, I wonder what went wrong. Did Felix forget that I was working late on Tuesday this week? I walk into our street thoroughly disappointed; my hard-on is half deflated but I am still aroused. Shall I wake Sarah for a quickie? The thought of using my wife as a substitute for a gay gang rape makes me feel deeply embarrassed.
I push the key into the lock and silently open the front door. There is no real need to be quiet - Sarah uses earplugs on the nights I come home late and sleeps like a log as a result - but it's what you do at one in the morning.
What the fuck?!
As I am about to step inside, a hand pushes over my mouth and pulls my head back against a muscled shoulder. A second arm wraps itself around my chest pinning my arms. I am frogmarched into the house and to the living room, the front door closing behind me.
Not here! Not in my own home with my wife sleeping upstairs.
But just like during a real rape, I am helpless to stop them.
The guy holding me is Felix; I recognise his smell: a bit musky, manly ... arousing. There are two more, one powerful black guy, the other small and quite young. I do not know them, but I suppose the young one must be Felix' brother. My arms are roughly pulled onto my back and my wrists are stuck together with tape.
"I am going to remove my hand. I suggest you keep quiet, because you wouldn't want your lovely wife to wake up and see your humiliation, would you?"
I definitely don't want this to become common knowledge, and keep quiet as he says.
The black guy kneels in front of me and opens my fly, pulling down my trousers and boxers to reveal my erection.
"Look at that!" He laughs. "The slut is already hard, can't wait to have his arse ploughed."
He grabs my hard cock and uses it to drag me towards the sofa, telling me to kneel on the seat, my upper body hanging over the back rest. The young boy's fingers push into my crack and he probes my arsehole, sliding his middle finger in up to the knuckle.
"Still tight enough to enjoy," the youngster says, "who's going first?"
Felix has already dropped his sweatpants and steps up behind me. "He's my whore, so I get first digs." His big tool is standing rigidly in front of him; it is yearning for a warm hole to pierce.
"Please, Sir," I whisper, "not dry."
"Ahh, our little fag is afraid of a little pain ..." He gobs in his hand and spreads it over his cock.
It makes very little difference.
With a hard shunt, he drives most of his long fat manhood into my arse, splitting me open. The sudden assault and the friction of the dry penetration make my hole feel like it's ripped apart and only my utmost self-restraint prevents me from shouting out loud. Felix pulls back and his next shove thrusts his rod ball-deep into me. Through my tears -- both of pain and of embarrassment at being raped in my own home -- I see a black dick teasing my lips and I open up eagerly.
"Plug his mouth, Justin, or he might start screaming."
Justin doesn't need more encouragement and mercilessly rams his fat eight-incher far down my throat, barely giving me time to breathe. Spit-roasted between the two young men my body is beginning to adapt to their violence, opening up to welcome their massive cocks. Fucking me in unison, the rhythm of thrusts coincides with the pulsation of blood pumping into my manhood. I've never been fucked this hard, but then again, I've never been fucked from both ends simultaneously.
Felix's stamina is legendary, but this time he cums within minutes -- maybe it's the friction of the dry fuck, maybe it's the excitement of raping me in my home. The familiar feeling of his cum filling my gut sets me off too and my arse muscles grip his tool, milking him for his every drop. My groaning stimulates the black cock down my throat and Justin drives it deep inside me, shooting his load straight into my stomach. As always I finish shooting long before my assailants, but that doesn't stop me enjoying the feeling of gallons of boy juice being pumped into me.
"Why don't you show Mr Walters how much you are packing, Davie?" Felix says, as he pulls out of me.
The moment I've been waiting for. The topless young lad -- not more than fifteen, I am sure -- steps up in front of me and drops his baggy trousers. The big bulge in his shorts is full of promise. Teasing me, he hooks his thumbs under the elastic and, wriggling his hips, he slowly lowers the garment.
Oh my fucking God!
Even entirely soft his cock almost reaches his knees. It must be twelve inches and still growing as he quickly whacks it. I look on mesmerised as his strokes make him go hard, his titanic engorged cock standing in front of his scrawny frame like the ballistic missile on one of those Russian launch trucks. Two goose-egg-sized balls bear the promise of a gutful of cum.
"You like what you see, faggot?" Justin whispers. "I hope you do, because you're going to get every single inch of it."
I imagine how this massive meat pole will drill into me and I instantly go hard again with fear and excitement. It won't fit. There is just no way that that thing will fit inside me. My arse won't open far enough to allow him in and my belly won't be able to accommodate him. It won't fit.
After fifteen minutes I learn that, in fact, it does.
Not easily, but it does fit. After continuous hard deep thrusts, Davie bottoms out, his big balls colliding with mine. All that time, I wanted to scream in agony and had to bite my tongue not to wake my wife. My hole is stretched beyond belief. My bowels are being ripped to shreds every time his massive dickhead drives through it. I don't think anything has ever been this painful.
But I have definitely never been this aroused.
"Look at his face. I don't think he is enjoying this."
"Who cares? And besides, I think you are wrong. Look at his cock: he is definitely enjoying something!"
Felix is right: I couldn't be harder than this. I couldn't be more excited than this; even if every powerful plunge is sheer pain, it is also pure ecstasy and bliss.
Bang!
Bang!
Davie's hips crash relentlessly into my arse cheeks every time he rams his cock into me. He pulls out the entire length of his shaft, and just before the head pops out of my hole, he slams back in hard. And the youngster just keeps going. Moaning quietly, I shoot a load onto the leather sofa underneath me, too aroused to hold it off any longer, but Davie doesn't seem even close to cumming. Grunting, he doubles his efforts to inflict as much damage on my arse as possible. And he keeps going on and on. I grow hard again and cum again, before the lad at last slams his monster cock deeper into me than ever before and I feel how a powerful gush of his boy juice fills my bowels to bursting.
When he finally pulls out his softening tool, I crumple onto the sofa with cum leaking from my behind and tears in my eyes. If I were grateful that the ordeal is over though, I hadn't counted on the fact that at their age my opponents are still insatiable, sex-wise.
Felix turns me onto my back and fingers my stretched hole. "I think you may have ruined him for me, little bro. Sloppy like a whore's cunt, he is." He lies across my crest and kisses me, forcing his wriggling tongue between my lips.
We've never had sex face-to-face before, and now I am looking into his gorgeous hazel eyes inches away from mine, responding to his attentions. I've never kissed a guy before, but I know that from now on, I will wish him to snog me while he fucks my arse. Felix eases my legs apart and gently feeds his big cock into my behind again, and this time it slides in without any effort. The copious amount of cum and the stretching it received make sure of that. With slow, almost loving strokes he fucks me, savouring every moment of intimacy, all the time kissing me sensuously.
My stomach tightens in fear of what is happening to me. This is more than I counted on. I had wanted a vicious gang rape, but I am falling in love now. He is gorgeous and loving. He is powerful and tender. Oh Hell! I'm desperately in love with a boy ten years my junior ...
My lover wraps his strong muscular arms around me and, without cutting short our kiss, he rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him. For a few moments we lie there, his mouth eating away at my face, while his tool is still buried inside me. I've never been happier than this moment.
The weight on my back wakes me from my reverie. Justin is lying down on my back and almost immediately his fat cock is probing for my hole.
"Hey wait ..." I start to protest, but Felix hand pulls my head down and forces his mouth back over mine, stifling my objections.
With ten fat inches of meat already filling me, there is no way that Justin will be able to drive his manhood in as well; not even after the arse widening fuck Davie gave me. That doesn't seem to discourage the boys, though. As soon as he has found his goal, the guy on top of me starts to apply pressure. I groan as my muscle is stretched by the cock that tries to squeeze in. Davie, standing behind his brother, takes hold of my head and rubs his stiff giant against my lips. Dazed by the pain of my arse being torn apart, I part my lips and it pushes in, forcing my jaw to open wide. Like a baby I suck on the huge tool, playing my tongue along the foreskin.
With a shunt, Justin forces his cockhead into my arse and I scream in agony. Or rather I would have screamed, but as I open my throat to let the cry out, Davie slams most of his cock deep down my gullet, effectively preventing me from making any noise.
"Ah, yes ... Oh God that's good," Felix moans, as Justin's manhood slides alongside his down the tight moistness of my gut. "Deeper, Jus ... faster! Ohhh Jeeeez!"
I would have liked to loose consciousness as the double-dicking by the two fat poles is ripping me apart. I want to yell and swear, but Davie's monster is leisurely fucking my throat, which bulges under the strain. I just lie helplessly wedged between the buff young bodies of my assailants and strangely enjoy every moment of their relentless rape.
Justin, with all of his manhood inside me, begins to fuck me with slow long motions. I can barely breathe from the pain that shoots up by gut every time his heavy tool slides in next to Felix' massive cock. My throat distends every time Davie's enormous dick is driven in. I am powerless to stop him forcing more and more of it down me, until - unbelievably - his big balls bounce against my chin.
"Harder Justin! Harder! Oh man, this is tight! Fuck him, man. I want to feel your tool rubbing firmly against mine."
Justin picks up his tempo in response. All three boys pant together as their heavy fuck poles pummel my battered body. I would have panted with them, but a couple of pounds of boy meat inside my mouth and throat prevent me.
My engorged tool, stuck between our bodies, shoots a last load. I've lost count how often I have cum tonight, but I am sure it is more often then ever before. Seconds afterwards, my assailants begin to fill me up one after another, cumming copiously, until my body feels like the jism will burst from all openings.
One by one, the boys pull out of me and, feeling deserted, I collapse weakly onto the sofa.
"You're right, big bro," Davie laughs, while the three put on their clothes, "that is one fuckable bitch."
"And he's all mine!"
Felix kneels next to my prostrate body and takes my face in his hands. Softly he kisses me on the lips again and I am once again looking into those beautiful irresistible eyes. My stomach tightens again as my feelings deceive my common sense. I can't fall in love with this stunning, loving Adonis ... can I?
"I will wait for you, Mr Walters," he whispers into my ear. "I'll love you forever, just say the word."