The Society Boys By Connor Matthews
Chapter 24 - Kidnapped
On Friday after school, Hunter came up to me and asked if I still wanted that interview, and apologized for being such an asshole the other day. He said he was just having a bad day and took it out on me. He shook my hand and said if I wanted, I could meet him tomorrow at the field at 9am. So on Saturday, I grabbed Alex's camera and my back pack, jumped on my bike and headed for the school. I got to the field and saw him sitting on the bleachers, so I joined him. We talked for a few minutes about football, which I thought was actually pretty boring, and I had no clue what half the terminology was that he was using, but pretended to be interested and take notes. He still seemed like an asshole to me, and certainly wasn't someone I was interested in anymore, but what the hell, he was killer cute. He asked if I wanted to get some shots of the locker room and equipment for my article, so I followed him under the bleachers to where the team's change rooms were located.
I entered the locker room, and saw movement just seconds before something was jammed into my neck. I turned around to swear at whoever had stung me, and saw three of the football team standing there grinning. It wasn't a good kind of grinning either, it looked like I was about to be in some deep shit. I just had no idea how much, until I dropped to the floor unable to move. I was paralyzed but I could still see and hear them.
"You're gonna love this, faggot. We're going to teach you that we don't tolerate queers around here. You and your faggy boyfriend need to be taught a lesson." Said Hunter, his relatively pleasant demeanour replaced with the nastiness that I experienced on the field the first time we met.
The guys lifted me up, and I watched as I was taken to the back door of the change room and thrown into a van that was parked just outside. A blindfold was put over my eyes and the van took off. They drove for at least 20 minutes, maybe longer before it came to a stop.
"This is a good place, boys," said Hunter.
"Rip that little bitches clothes off" I heard, followed by the sounds of my shirt tearing and the cooler air as it hit my body. Then I felt something hard and cold, and quickly realized they were using scissors to cut my jeans off, followed by my underwear, which they ripped, cut, and yanked off me very roughly. I was being thrown around like a rag doll as I was stripped.
"Awww, lookie here boys, he's as bald as a baby. Where's your pubes faggot?" They asked as they slapped my cock severely. I felt a hand on my ass as it was spread open. "Even his ass is smooth," said one of the guys.
"Turn him around" I heard, as I was lifted up and spun into another position. I heard the back door of the van open, and I was dragged out head first until my neck was just past the entrance. They pushed my head down towards the ground. I hated to think, what was next, but it didn't take a genius to know I was in serious trouble right now.
"Time to see what the big deal is with these faggots. I hear they give pretty good head," exclaimed Hunter. I heard zippers, then felt something at my lips, and knew immediately that his cock was about to be put in my mouth. I tried keeping my mouth shut as I could still use my head a bit, despite the drugs. "Open up cunt or we'll knock your teeth out, and slam it in anyway" came a threat. I opened up and hoped that the guy wasn't huge. He wasn't even hard when he pushed past my lips. I tried to keep my mouth open and my tongue away from it. As he went deeper, it seemed like his cock was getting harder. So much for being straight. If they'd wanted a blow job, I'd have been happy to oblige. This was a bit excessive if you ask me.
"I dunno. This seems like all the other blow jobs I've ever had. I thought you queers loved this shit. Do a better job pussy boy. You got four cocks to suck, and if we don't get off, we're gonna be pissed. I tried to do a better job, but the drugs were really affecting my ability to suck properly.
I could feel him swelling inside my mouth, and I began to panic as it went further and further toward the back of my throat. I started to choke and cough. My eyes began to water and I thought I might throw up, or suffocate as I tried to breathe.
"Breathe through your nose and just relax. No point in having you pass out until we're done with you, fairy." He went back and forth for a bit, before telling one of the other guys get in there. It repeated a few times as all the guys wanted to get their dicks sucked. Seriously, I would have done this without hesitation, if they had just asked. The last guy was huge and I thought he might split my mouth open as I struggled to take him.
"I dunno guys, I'm not impressed. Turn him around. I'm gonna fuck him. Give me a condom so I don't get AIDS from this sick fuck." Or give it to me I thought, becoming pissed at this attack. They spun me around, and I heard them spit, which I assumed was their idea of lube. "Hold his legs up" he ordered.
"I got a better idea" said one of them.
I heard the tape being torn, and the next thing I knew my legs were being pulled so wide apart, that I thought they might snap my pelvis. I was being duct taped to the doors of the van, with my legs up high, so that my ass was no doubt in a position they could get to easily.
"Nice, take some pictures of this faggot," said Hunter as I felt his cock against my ass. Fortunately he wasn't huge, so I knew he'd be no problem, I just had to hope it was over fast. He didn't even try to do it gently, as he slammed straight into me. I tried to scream, but nothing came out. He fucked me for what seemed like an eternity, and I was vaguely aware that pictures were being taken.
"He's definitely tighter than my chick, that's for sure. You liking that faggot?" he screamed at me as he kept pounding me. It was stinging and hurting like hell without lube. I felt tears running down my face.
"Aww, look boys, the little baby is crying. What's the matter faggot? I thought you homos liked getting it up the ass."
"Watch this boys!" I heard as his dick was removed from my ass, and then warm liquid splashed on my cock and stomach. They all laughed and congratulated him.
"Oh yeah, fuck I'm next." I heard from another guy, as my ass was immediately filled up with a second cock.
"Make him clean your dick off, Hunter" I heard someone say.
The side door opened, and I felt the vehicle move as someone got in. I assumed it was Hunter, as I felt a cock being pushed against my lips. I apparently didn't open fast enough as he slapped me hard across the face. It stung badly and I was so shocked, I still forgot to open my mouth. Then I felt his fist connect with my cheekbone, just below my eye. "Open the fuck up and clean my cock off. I don't wanna go home with cum all over it." He snarled at me. I was in pain, but to avoid more, I opened to suck him. He roughly rammed it in my throat to face fuck me again.
The dick in my ass was removed, and I felt another blast of cum on my stomach and chest. The same thing was repeated by the third and fourth guy, although I was sure the last guy was ripping me open. I had been forced to clean each cock as they finished fucking me.
Once the final guy was done, I hoped that their `fun' was over.
"So, you liked that didn't you, you stupid fag. See boys, he loved it so much, he's speechless. I don't think he's learned a lesson at all. In fact, he'll probably want more tomorrow. Untie his legs.
I was thankful that they released me, although they certainly weren't gentle. "Here, grab his legs and get him the fuck out of my van." I was yanked out of the back of the vehicle and bashed my head, as I came out of the vehicle, and dropped on the ground.
"Get him on his knees," said my attacker. I was held in position as the blindfold was removed. I saw Hunter standing in front of me wearing leather gloves. I guess he didn't want his fingerprints on me, but it seemed a stupid move, since I was covered in his DNA.
So, here's how it goes faggot. You and your boyfriend are to get the fuck out of my school and take any of your queer boys with you. We don't tolerate your kind trying to sneak peeks at us, or try to turn us gay for your sick fucking games." I saw it coming, but I was powerless to stop it. His fist connected with my face, and my head flung to the side. Then he hit me in the chest with a second blow. I was dropped, and the other guys began to kick and punch me wherever they felt like. I even saw one of them take a boot to my balls, before I passed out.
Now that wasn't nice. Next chapter coming soon. Feel free to follow the adventures of the boys on my website at www.pridecanadabc.com. Feedback always welcome at outinwest@gmail.com