Just a Hole

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

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 My first day at University was the one that changed it all. After hauling all my things across LA and spending two hours in line to pick up my dorm keys, I walked into 29C covered in sweat and ready for a shower. I barged in with boxes stacked above my head and crashed right into my new roommate. He laughed at the sight of me making a fool of myself and helped me pick up my things off the ground. I could appreciate Jace keeping his cool given that I also spilt coffee on his white shirt. But he just laughed it off and introduced himself while getting a new one from the closet. I couldn’t help but notice how muscular his back is. He’s 6’3 and one of those guys that you could tell the ladies go crazy for. 

All the merch in the dorm made it obvious that he was in a frat on campus. His vibes were dope. Within minutes of meeting me, Jace had sparked me up to a joint and gave me some insight on what goes on at UCLA and spots to hang out at.

I got a bubbly sensation in my stomach talking to him. I don’t know why but since I was a kid I could never feel much confidence in myself when I was with other guys. Especially if they appeared to be more masculine than I am. Men like Jace just radiated power. 

His hands were massive with calluses from lifting heavy at the gym and to match, had a bicep that was the size of a football. He looked like a Greek God and definitely knew it. I couldn’t even look at him directly in the eye. Even though I was straight and felt secure with my sexuality, feeling that much testosterone in the room had me feeling kind of excited.

A few hours after our talk, he added me on Twitter and DM’d me an invite to a party at the Alpha house. Mom didn’t want me to get distracted by going to these types of parties but I needed to establish a decent social life if I was ever going to fit in with these preppy kids. So I threw on my 5” shorts and a retro button down, and was on my way.

The frat house was HUGE. There had to be at least twenty rooms and it looked like every single one was packed with people. I walked through the front door and took a second to scan through the craziness. Beer Pong in the living room, deep techno coming from the pool deck, and in every direction, people were swallowing each others tongues, and had their hands down each others pants. 

I am not going to lie, this was definitely not something I was used to. Back home in Texas, our parties were fun but by the time it could ever get this wild, the Sheriff would arrive instantly and shut everything down. 

I was targeted from across the room by a blondie dressed in a black leather body suit. Guess she smelled the freshman anxiety on me and felt bad, cause she didn’t leave my side all night. And I wasn’t complaining. 

Grace and I killed an entire bottle of Don Julio. Eventually the shots started to taste like water and I could feel the bass from the trap music in my gut.  Grace asked me to get her a beer from the kitchen and as I reached into the fridge, I was “surprised” to bump into who other than Jace. He told me he was glad that I could make it and I’m not going to lie, even hanging around Jace gave me a rush. He had every trust fund baby at the party gawking over his presence. Being cool with the big shot on campus felt absolutely empowering. And I hoped that maybe that masculine energy would rub off on me and I’d maybe have a shot at actually finding a girlfriend I can bring home to my parents for the holidays. Jace was clearly drunk out of his mind and kept fumbling over his words. I lost track of time listening. 

About twenty minutes into our talk, I realized that I left Grace hanging and quickly gathered myself, then brought over her beer. I apologized for returning late and asked what I could do to make it up to her. She looked at me with a half smile and had a bright glow in her eyes. Grace grabbed my hand and led me out through the back yard. She didn’t mention where we were going but I couldn’t care less. Anywhere with her is where I wanted to be. 

There was a white guest house about 500 ft from the main house encased in frosted glass. She pulled a key from the inside of her boot and we walked directly into the bedroom. Adrenaline started pumping through my veins. There was so much sexual tension between me and Grace, I couldn’t help but get an erection. My mind was vulnerable and she could sense it like a snake sensing a mouse in passing. 

We started making out on a huge bed sitting in the middle of the room. I hadn’t felt this way in years. And I had never been with a Woman this hot before. Her energy was insane. Grace’s perfect curves along with her piercing green eyes made her irresistible to any man she wanted. She got on top of me and started kissing me… all…over. From my ears to my neck, I felt chills crawling through my body. She quickly stripped me down until I was just in my white boxer briefs and tube socks and had me sit up on the corner of the bed. With smooth finesse, Grace pulled out a leather blindfold and secured it to my face.

She whispered to me, demanding I follow her. We only took a few steps forward before the texture of the floor changed. I all of a sudden felt the room enclose itself around me and my ears began to pop. My breathing became uneasy. There was an unsettling feeling that I couldn’t shake. Something wasn’t right. We were definitely in a rusty elevator and the second the door opened, I was grabbed by four strong, muscular hands and was immediately restrained. My right arm was forced behind my back, leaving me in an incredibly painful and vulnerable position. I was only able to let out one gut wrenching scream before I got kicked with full force in the gut. I had never gotten the wind knocked out of me before. Worst part is, I couldn’t  even see it coming. I couldn’t stop asking myself; “what the fuck is going on?”. I fell to the ground in a full on armadillo position, I once again felt hands grabbing me. This time it was more than 4. I wiggled, kicked, and struggled as much as I possibly could. 

More than anything, I needed the blindfold off. Who knows what was going to happen to me. But I had no chance against whoever it was holding me down. I weighed maybe 145 lbs. And the guys restraining me had gorilla strength. 

 They managed to extend my limbs in different directions and quickly fastened some kind of cuffs to my arms and legs. As soon as the last one was secured, one of the guys yelled “turn it on”. You could hear motors running as the chains that were attached to the cuffs quickly fastened and now, I was in a standing, crucified position, powerless. My body was completely defenseless. The strength of the restraints were unbelievable. The combination of my screams and cries, and adrenaline left me paralyzed. “WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING.”. I screamed. More voices began to surround me. All of them laughing at the terror being inflicted. Squirming around isn’t an option with these restraints, they are so tightly secured, I wouldn’t be able to move a centimeter from my original position. 

Out of nowhere, one of the men clocked me in the face and immediately after, ran a blade through my underwear, leaving me fully nude. This was a nightmare. It had to be. The energy in the room felt almost evil. I had never been touched by any man before and now the unimaginable was happening. I began to hyperventilate as my chest began to weigh on me heavy. 

You could hear the men in the room still laughing. As if it was funny. I was being humiliated, degraded, and sexually violated. And they were living for every second of it. The more I cried, the more they cheered. The shock began settling . I was sweating and tremors started to take over my body. One of the Men stabbed my leg with a blue syringe and began to melt my mind. It was like magic.       

Euphoria took over my body and my body became limp. Trying to move any muscle became impossible. Then, Someone with a deep toned- raspy voice grabbed my face. “ Oh boy you have no idea what we have in store for you tonight. Welcome to Hell”. I couldn’t even think of anything to say. My brain was like a fried egg. Hardly conscious. It only took a moment before I began to hallucinate. My eyes were still blindfolded so the only lights I saw were imagined. My other senses peaked in impairment. It felt like I was floating in a cloud of colors. As I blinked through the blindfold, mandalas flashed, making me connect to the immediate world around me. Which in this case was the people around me.

As soon as I decided let the drugs fully take over, and drift into what was almost a coma, there was an explosion of pain. My back had gotten struck by a wooden cain. In a normal state, I would have screamed to the top of my lungs. But I couldn’t form the cry. I let out a small moan but was too out of it to fully respond. And so it began. The hits kept coming, one after the other. You were able to hear the cheers of the other men in the room. Rooting on account of my despair. The men counted my lashes and took turns getting their workout in. The pain would have been unbearable without the drugs I was on. I was almost…grateful that I wasn’t feeling the beating to its full potential. 

The number of hits just went up and up making my back welt and tear like butter. My breathing was very heavy. I felt like an abused puppy. How did it get to this? It was my first night out as a college student and I managed to get myself into the worst situation imaginable. 

And as soon as I thought it couldn't’ get worse, I felt the chains on my cuffs begin to move. The lashes pumped up my adrenaline and it kept the drugs active. I still couldn’t move. Now the chains were maintaining its tight grip on me while simultaneously manipulating me into a doggy style position. My body once again was locked into place and there was nothing I could do about it. My entire body was exposed, purple and red, and in an even more vulnerable position. The men taunted me, laughing about my “soft woman skin” and lack of body hair. I never thought I had the macho masculine look that I desired so much for myself. And these men were wrecking my mind throwing every insecurity I have ever had about myself in my face. 

A hand choked the back of my throat, forcing me to open my mouth and when I did, a 8” dildo entered. It came in so quick I immediately gagged to push it away. That was a bad idea. I was slapped in the face and the toy was put back in my throat and now, it wasn’t coming out. The men in the room surrounded me from all sides, hollering like apes, telling me to take it deep in my throat. I could hardly breathe. The toy was connected to a high end machine that would thrust back and forth. It started slow, building its way to stretch the limits of my mouth and made me cough out a thick, slimy stream of saliva. “Fuuuck now you got it boy.” The thought of anyone getting pleasure from this was sick. They would only let me catch my breath about once a minute, and they left the machine on for at least twenty minutes. One of them said I needed to “get ready for the real thing”. And let me tell you, the real thing was way worse. The same man with the raspy voice from earlier approached me and laid his thick 9.5” penis on my face. I couldn’t do anything in the position I was in. He would slap me around and told me to smell and focus on his cock. Cause it would be the “beginning of forever”. He flexed his dick and slapped it around my face, making me take in the manly scent of his sweaty balls. I felt so small compared to him. There was no comparison between our dick sizes, he was very well endowed and had the confidence to match. Two things I was lacking.

 In a sudden movement, he squeezed my throat, forcing me to open my mouth when suddenly, his huge vascular cock was shoved in. He warned that if I used my teeth, it was going to be very unpleasant. Although I didn’t know how much more unpleasant all of this could get, and I sure as hell didn’t want to figure it out. The man tried to fit as much as he could, but his meat was so thick, he could hardly breathe. And to make things worse, that was him soft. He held my head in place and did two strokes into my mouth. Both thrusts made me instantly choke up more saliva that poured out of the sides of my lips. He continued to stick his dick in and out of my mouth- without completely pulling out. I felt his erection growing more and more. 

His dick was getting harder and harder and my gag reflex was inactive . He fucked my mouth even more. He grabbed onto my boy hair and made me devour his cock like a big boy eating brisket. Thrusting himself deeper and deeper. 5 minutes in and I start gaining a slight bit on consciousness. Slowly but surely I am making sense of the sounds around me and begin to actually process the situation again. 

A new voice emerged from the crowd and came up front. Sounded like he was at least in his mid 30’s. He stuck his dick in my mouth and started thrusting as hard as he could. This guy wasn’t as big all around as the last guy, but his cock was still really thick. My throat was getting sore with how rough he was being. Especially now that the drugs were starting to go down. I was tearing up when he let out one massive thrust and shot a load of sperm into my throat.

 I tried to cough but it was still difficult to move. Two hands slapped my ass at full force, from the calluses I could tell it was the guy with the raspy voice. He said that he admires a perfectly round - bald ass and tapped on my asshole with two wet fingers. My adrenaline started building up again, anticipating the ultimate violation I could ever endure. My head spasm’d just a little bit and within 10 seconds, there was another cold rush of euphoria, just like before. Once again, I was out of control.    

The two fingers that tapped my hole now made their way inside. My sphincter was entirely relaxed. His fingers were really thick, but I just opened up effortlessly. The men in the room continued to roar and touch me all over, as I was helpless. He spit on my hole and aligned the tip of his dick to the perfect position. He clearly knew what he was doing. His cock was still soaked from the throat fuck and he very gently, pushed the head of his cock against my hole. It was probably 6 X’s the size of anything that has ever come out of me. 

Once again, the drugs left me limp. My hole twitched from not having any experience in anal sex. But he just kept pushing it forward. And eventually, managed to wedge his pole way deep inside me. He grunted, saying that he loved the feeling of a brand new pussy. He fucked me as deep as he could, making my insides swollen and throb. When he pulled out, my hole was puffy and red. He pulled out, spat on it and shoved his monster cock back inside me. The curve rubbed up against my g-spot, and he hit it again and again. While all of this is happening, Men are just coming and going in my mouth, having no regard to the torture I was endured. 

Deep voice was maneuvering himself to hit every angle of my intestines. And after about thirty five minutes of pounding, he grasped me around my hip with one hand and placed the other one around my neck. Every stroke was slamming into me deeper and harder until Deep Voice couldn’t hold it in anymore. He yelled out one intense “FUCK” and released at least half a gallon of milk into my hole. My insides were fully lubricated and exposed. Deep Voice pulled out his cock from inside me, and immediately after, another one entered and emptied his nut inside me. This continued for a few hours. By the fourth dick, you would think that I I’d be incredibly loose, but apparently I was far from it. Men just continued to fuck me aggressively from both of my holes, each one leaving a thick creamy load. And eventually, they just leaked out of me, I couldn’t hold it in anymore…

TO BE CONTINUED.