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Trouble With Grindr Chapter 36
Season 2 Episode 11
I phoned in sick for work all the time till the next Friday. Timothee hadn't made contact via the phone and no one had come across and spoke to me about anything I was just left with my right hand and nothing much else.
I had played on Grindr and sent a few messages to people tonight I was messaging some cute guy in his early thirties, he could easily have passed for a model and on about message fifty I sent:
'Just gotta get out of bed to take the bin out.'
It was dark outside so I ventured out to the bins to throw my trash out when I saw the head lights of a van, the engine screaming and the door opened while it was in movement. I braced myself as it drew up near me still slightly rolling I was grabbed and unceremoiously pulled into the back of the van.
As I struggled I heard Patrik speak, "Stop struggling." He hucked up a massive amount of flem and spat on me.
I looked up at him before I looked back to the ground as I felt a massive foot smashing into my stomach. I rolled over and into the wall of the van. I coughed as Patrik looked down on me.
"Why?" I said panting for breathe after been winded by the kick. I took another few kicks as they would kick me and then take off an item of clothing, by the time the beating was over I was naked and extremely bruised.
"My boss decides." Patrik stood over me as he placed his trainer covered foot by my head he pushed my head against the wall of the van and as it was squashed he continued, "Learn place slut."
He let his foot off of my head as I panted I looked at Adoon and Enock, "Do you all do what he says?"
Adoon walked upto me, "We know our roles."
With that Patrik placed his hands on the left side of me and picked me up with a little discomfort, Adoon helped him after I was in the air as one held my left side while Patrik held me on the right. They both grabbed my leg so I looked like I was laid on my back but I was been held up my legs was lifted to present my ass to Enock. "He would never let..." He paused as he found the words to finish, "Black men near hole."
Enock walked up cockily, "Oh really."
Patrik replied still holding me, "Teach him black is best."
Enock smirked as he pulled his cock out of his trousers, he walked up confidently as he lined his cock in towards my hole. "Once you go black!" With that he thrust deep in me. I screamed in pain I had not had anyone in me for a while well compared to normal.
The two guys either side held me in place as Enock pistoned in and out of me. After a few minutes the tow holding me started to move me away and towards with each thrust. Not long after that Adoon spoke up, "Remember we cannot breed him tonight."
Enocks cock was jumping inside of me I know he was close as his balls began to pulse but just as he pulled out he shot he covered the floor of the van and that was when Patrik and Adoon just dropped me on to the floor.
I landed square on my back in a pile of cum. My breathe taken from the floor I rolled on to my side as Patrik bent over and looked at my arse and pointed, "Wide!"
Before I could get my breathe back we had arrived, the van stopped and I was been dragged out of the van. A cloth was placed over my mouth and within seconds I was out cold.
I don't know how long it had been but I woke in a cold damp room. A gentlemen stood in front of me in the black cloak that covered his face and spoke which was the first time I had heard any of these strange cultists speak, "You failed to win the vote, you will now be pitted against our prize fighter. But before that you shall be punished for not changing our minds."
Two lads grabbed me they was not in robes and only wore masks. Pulling me over a table they attached my hands and feet to the legs of the table presenting my ass in the air for anyone to beat or fuck.
The guy whom was cloaked and spoke stepped forward and I felt his leather gloved hand hit my arse once, then again and then a third time. Each time I pulled on the handcuffs.
The guy in the hood looked down at my ass and turned menacingly to the guys, "You better not have cum in him." He swatted my ass again, "Or else you will be punished to."
Patrik replied, "No sir!" As I felt yet another gloved hand spank my arse.
The guys hand hit my arse as I felt tears begin to fall out of my arse, "Good." Suddenly his hand rained down on my ass one after another until it stopped over five minutes later. My eyes was red rore from crying. He uncuffed me then he turned and looked at me the disturbing hooded blacked out figure, "You getting destroyed."