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The Room Filled With Toys
PT1
I was incredibly embarrassed when I walked in to the gym owned by Dark's dad. Was I embarrassed that I had made friends with a kid named Dark earlier in the day? Or was I embarrassed at the fact that it was 2:30AM and I had was now stepping inside a gym to play some basketball? Or maybe I was embarrassed because when I walked in the gym, I was the only clothed man out of twenty five men that were in their jock straps sitting on the long wooden bench that now seemed to resemble my penis.
I was not embarrassed, I was confused. Dark was no where to be seen, and the door that I had walked into a few seconds ago was now closed, and it sounded as if the person who closed it was locking it. It was just me, twenty five naked men in jockstraps, and a locked door behind me.
The fluorescent lights above me were the only things lighting the room. After all, it was dark...and the gigantic windows were now covered up. Guess this was a private night? Private was right. I was a little nervous myself about this place. I wasn't sure why everything was all weird. It seemed like a perfect stage for rape.
Rape. I thought about why Dark would want to rape me? Or have me get raped by these big muscular MEN. After all, I do remember what he told me in the locker room. He told me I had a cute bum. He giggled a little, and I thought it was just a joke -- but he never said he was kidding.
As I walked towards the middle of the gigantic gym floor I noted the fact that these guys were all sweaty. As if they had been playing a sport in the gym or something. I looked around to note any basketballs, but I saw something better. A wrestling mat. These guys were here to wrestle. But in jockstraps? Were these guys queer or what?
As I looked confused and puzzled at the mat, I heard foot steps come towards me. As they got near, I got more and more frozen. I was like a statue, when I felt to taps on my shoulder. I turned around to see a huge, sweaty, hairy man in front of my eyes. I couldn't help but look at his package...It was gigantic! I was waiting for it to fall out of the itty jock strap he was wearing.
He put his head towards my ear, and although I didn't catch it at first, I knew he was about to whisper something in to my ear. "Your jockstrap is in the closet. Get ready and be out here -- But don't take long. Or you will be joined in that closet -- because there are no locks"
A normal person would've done something. He would've broken down in tears, or got extremely angry, or at least try to get out of this awful scenario. But something about the tone of the mans voice caught my arousal. It wasn't like I was completely assured that everything was going to be great when I went into the closet, and when I came out of it...but there was a little tiny bit of comfort in the mans voice. So I did what he told me.
In the closet, I had no problems finding my jockstrap. It was your standard jockstrap, and I put it on with easy...Might've been a little too big, but I didn't really mind. It was comfortable. Bigger is always comfortable than smaller.
I quickly exited the closet, so that I wouldn't have to deal with the threat that I was given, and I find all of the men standing with their arms crossed and their hands covering their crotches. I heard some sort of voice (which eventually I registered as Darks) coming from the ceiling - maybe some stupid speaker thing or something- tell me that I must pick one of the men to wrestle me. Followed by "looks can be deceiving" and all of this other bullshit that I sort of blocked out of my mind. Maybe I should've listened to it, come time to choose the man I was supposed to wrestle.
I was about to pick the man, when I realized the fact that I really didn't have to wrestle these men...Or did I? So I shouted out "what if I don't want to wrestle?" And I got a reply, from the same type of voice, "well than you'll just have to find that answer out on your own, now won't you?"
I wasn't the weakest rat in the cage, so I decided to do this task. It's just wrestling, after all. Wrestling in jockstraps. Why was everyone being so queer? Maybe these men were in the same situations I am? But it was a bit coincidental that these twenty five men all arrived before I did, and were all sitting down like they knew what was going on, when I didn't know what the fuck was happening.
I picked a random guy -- because I couldn't decide on which one to pick -- and at first he didn't seem mean, but now he carried a sort of tough image as he walked over to the mat, like I did. The man who had talked to me before, introduced himself as Mackenzie. He explained the rules to me, and they sounded pretty much like regular wrestling. Than I sort of zoned out through the other half of rules and I think I should've listened because they had to do with full contact.
We got into our corners, and Mack did the whole introduction thing, and explained just some of the rules once more. Than we were off to wrestling. As I moved forward, so did the man I was wrestling. Next thing I know, I feel his arm around my neck, and I feel myself going back on him. I feel something hard on my thigh, and than I notice the fact that he's wrestling without a jockstrap. Wrost things worst- I'm wrestling with out a jockstrap. His hairy dick is now rubbing against my thigh and I'm getting a little bit too homophobic for this.
I start to get scared when I notice that my neck is hurting more, and the rock that was rubbing against my thigh was making it's way up north. I finally got loose. When I tried to run in to a corner, I felt his hand grab my ankle, and he pulled me backwards. I sat down and than I saw him pummeling me with his hairy chest and rubbing it all over my face. I felt his sweat on my face, and I do say that I was getting pretty hot. Than I felt his nipple brush against my lips. His hand squeezed my neck real hard, and I was forced to take his nipple in my mouth.
"You like that boy, don't you? Don't you? Before tonight, you were an okay kind of guy, but by the crack of noon, you're going to be nothing but a used, and abused queer. You got that?" I heard my enemy now shout at me.
I took his nipple in my mouth and swished my tongue around it. To my luck, his nipple exited my mouth, and he moved so that my mouth was moving down his chest. The happiness of the nipple exit turned sour, and depressing when I felt something else brush against my lips. His hard, fat, throbbing penis.
"Time to turn you into a cocksucker boy, and you better take this meat whole!" My enemy said in a voice that sounded extremely uncomforting. But that was not what I was focused on. I was focused on the gigantic animal that was forcefully moving in to it's new home: My mouth. Except this little fucker couldn't make up it's mind. In and out, in and out. I felt it hit the back of my throat. At times I wanted to gag all over his sweaty meat, but I couldn't. I was afraid of the punishments I might get. In and out, in and out. I couldn't take this anymore, I'd never thought I'd ever think this in my life, but I wanted him to cum. I wanted him to cum so badly, because I knew that when he came, his animal would become kinder -- and less rough.
After what seemed like ages, he spurted a thick oozing liquid. He wasn't kind...either. In fact, almost about a second before he came, he had moved his penis so that he would cum on my tongue. He wanted me to taste him. He was marking his territory on my tongue. Or maybe he did this so that I could spit out this horrible liquid? But there was no way I could do so, because he kept his fat thing in there until I forcefully had to swallow.
The taste was not what I had expected it to be. I was expecting something foul, and repulsive -- but I realized that I only thought this way because it's what you'd expect. A thick white liquid coming from a giant throbbing penis, seems like something repulsive, but if you were to actually taste it -- you'd think other wise. Or maybe you wouldn't. Maybe you wouldn't like the taste of it...and maybe this is just my opinion.
After the thoughts of cum, I started to think about the fact that when I had always thought my mouth was only going to be used in a sexual way by means if a vagina, I was wrong.
Because after the penis, came the sack. The hairy sack, that now rubbed up against my sticky lips. I couldn't his sack in, because I had a small mouth. Or maybe his balls were just enormous? Who knows. Anyways, this man made sure I did a damn good job by smacking me, and abusing me. He moaned while I did his ball sack, and than he ended up pushing me so I fell backwards.
Next I felt his balls on my lips again. I stuck out my tongue, but this time I didn't taste his sack, I tasted something worse. Before I could register the taste, I registered the fact that his rosebud was smothering my mouth and nose. Little hairs that formed up and down his crack had tickled my nose. I licked his ass, and I was extremely embarrassed when I heard laughter.
Had these men been watching the sex acts being performed on me? Maybe these men were all queer -- maybe Dark was queer. Or maybe these people were straight, and they just wanted to do this mean cruel act as a joke?
While the taste of cum was bearable, the taste of this mans ass was not. It would be foolish of me to say it tasted good, because it literally tasted like I was eating shit. Not that I knew what shit tasted like. I thought that things couldn't get worse. I was wrong.
Before I knew it, he did the unthinkable. He did something that made me want to literally scream with anger. He farted on top of my face, and for the first time in ten years, a tear ran down my cheek. How could anybody be so cruel? How could anybody make me feel so awful, like this man sitting on my face, was treating me? I felt crumbs of shit fall into my mouth and I had to swallow them. While he, and the rest of the gang laughed. The laughter stung my ears.
Above the laughter I heard a voice shouting "What a queer" and other hurtful phrases. As I lay there, on the mat, powerless, with a giant stink bomb lying on my mouth, and nose...I felt frozen in my own emotions. Determined to kill the laughter, and the mood. I took my hands, which were free to move, and I wrapped them around the mans thighs and wrapped them extremely tight, to the point where he felt some pain. So he got up, and I hurried up, and I just let out a yell. A long yell. The laughter turned to jaws dropping, and the man who had just raped me didn't smile anymore. The ref looked like he wanted to help me, but he couldn't. I was going to have to take these matters in to my own hands.
They say a human being can lift a car up when he has enough adrenalin in him. I had enough adrenalin in me to kill all those fuckers sitting down. But I didn't plan on it. I planned on getting my revenge, another way.
Fucking with, and in me was the worst thing that these fuckers could have done. I'm going to fuck these fuckers the way they fucked me over. Their evil laughter would soon turn in to painful moaning and groaning.
These men were my new toys, and I was a hell of a lot smaller than SOME of them. What do you do with a room full of toys? You play with each and every one of them, until you break them.
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