Let the Gang Bang Begin!
There I was, a poor 18-year-old menswear clerk, a prisoner and my uncle was the warden. I spent the day locked in my bedroom. In late afternoon Peter stood by my bedroom door explaining what was going to happen.
From 8pm to 1am. The first group of men would start coming at about 7:45. They would probably have a drink, feel you up. Play with your beautiful body and get naked themselves. By 8:15 the first man cums up Greg's sweet hole, the next man steps up. You will have a ball gag on so you will be unable to communicate. Furthermore, you will be handcuffed to the massage table."
"You're a monster, Peter. You watched me grow up. You're my mom's brother and you're using me for financial gain ... how pathetic!"
"Did you ever wonder Greg why your parents didn't invite you to Florida?"
I remained silent.
"They didn't want to live with a gay man. So even if you tell them, they will have no sympathy for you or what I've done."
"Fuck off." My words were weak. The drug he put in my food made me spacey
"You get over two thousand dollars; a new sexual experience and your happy hole is going to love it! Whether you believe me or not."
"Fuck you!"
"I implore you to enjoy this sexual experience rather than fighting it. Fighting it will only hurt you."
Peter heard me peeing in his bathroom. I heard the door open. He quickly laid my dinner plate on the bed. Then swiftly the shut door and locked again.
When I finished peeing, I found the plate of food and wolfed it down as I had been denied Lunch. It was five-thirty. I felt like a prisoner waiting for his execution. I laid on my bed. My head on a pillow. It was six o'clock, only an hour away.
I stood up feeling dizzy. Was I getting sick? Wouldn't that be great, I thought. I get sick and vomit on the rapists. I tried to stand up but I fell right back on the bed. "Oh No! I said to myself. "He's drugged me. My own uncle has fucking drugged me. I started pounding on the door."
"You need something, sport?"
"You drugged me, you bastard."
"That's what they do to wild animals to make them easier to handle."
At 7:30 Peter opened my bedroom door. I felt wasted. Peter picked me up like a rag doll. Dazed and slightly confused he put me on the massage table then laid me on my belly. He spread my cheeks took the lube and spread it in and around my butt hole. Then I heard two metal clicks. I was handcuffed to the table. He then put a gag in my mouth.
At 7:45 there was a knock at the door. Peter answered it and a group of men filed in. Two immediately came to me. I was being touched by men. One man shoved a finger up my ass. Another one put his hand under my body and found my hard cock. Damn't! Why was I hard as a rock under these circumstances? And then I remembered Peter had hardon pills. He must have put them in my food as well.
I watched one dude, nice looking, shed his clothes and approached me. He put lube on his dick and gently entered my hole. There was no malice. He groaned. "You are one tight little dude. Damn you feel good."
His thrusts were caring, no loose cannon here just a pleasant fuck. And yes, I loved it. It was wrong but it felt good. He dumped his load, sweat dripping down his face. "That was the best fuck I've ever had." He exclaimed.
It was then I saw a man wearing a black hood with holes for his eyes. Oh, dear God, he looked fearful. What would he do to me?
The next man stepped up, and I felt more lube applied to my hole. I turned my head upward. It was a good-looking black dude with a body to die for. I felt more lube being applied to my hole. Historically black men had big dicks, so I braced myself. Again, this man didn't brutally shove his cock in my hole. He slowly entered. His mouth an inch from my ear. "You feel so good. You are so worth every penny of the two-hundred-dollars, little dude. I could fuck you all night."
"WHAT!" I screamed in my head. Peter lied ... again. He wasn't charging a hundred, he was making them pay two hundred. LIAR!
The cute black man was huffing and puffing while he shot his load up my ass. I could feel his cum inside me.
Two men approached the table. From what I could see.
I let out a breath. The older man was naked and poked at my hole, fingering me at the end of the massage table. Beside him stood a younger man who looked no more than nineteen or twenty. The younger dude went to my head and when he saw that I had a gag-ball on he quietly and carefully removed the gag. But before I could speak, he placed his cock in my mouth. And I savored that cock; it tasted like candy. He smelled good ... clean. His obviously older partner had a skinny dick which passionately entered my anus. They were both breathing heavily. The young dude kissed me passionately.
The partners, Old and young, both shot their two loads, one in my hole the other in my mouth. They stepped down quickly and were replaced by a big bear of a man. His nipples could not be seen, because his chest and body were so hairy. I felt my cock twitch. He wasted no time and charged into my hole. There was so much cum up my hole at this point, the hairy cock just slid in without issue.
Without the ball gag I heard myself begging to be fucked. I don't know if it was the drug Peter used on me or the fact that I was loving getting fucked by this hot Bear.
Peter was at the bar making jokes with some of the men. Then he left to use the bathroom. It was at this moment the man in the black hood came right at me and leaped on top of me. Oh dear lord, what now.
I could feel his hot breath on my ear whispering. "It's me. Max, I got you." Using a master key Max unlocked the hand cuffs. He grabbed my body and slung me over his shoulder and ran out the door quickly. Down the stairs to the first floor and we both disappeared into a taxi.
"It's over. We're going to my house."
BUT it wasn't over with, when Peter got out of the bathroom, he immediately saw the empty massage table.
"The Bottom is gone." Someone said.
A huge man came up to Peter. "I paid for booty and I'm gonna get me some booty! MEN!" The five men who hadn't got to fuck Greg became a mob.
The five angry men picked up Peter threw him on the massage table. They found the handcuffs and cuffed him to the table. The leader of this insurrection, sporting a twelve-inch cock was the first dude ... with no lube ... he sunk his cock deeply into Peter's boy pussy and began slamming Peter uncontrollably.
Days later Max proposed to Greg who accepted. When they held the wedding a month later ... Peter was not invited but his parents flew up for the wedding.
