Second Year: Back on Campus

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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Rescue Me

I could hear clanging, like chains rattling, something rocking, my body moving as if I was on a boat, and then the voices.

“He’s comin’ to. Keep fucking him awake Isaac.”

My foggy brain was clearing. The floor was moving. No, it was me moving, the rattling coming all around me. I felt dizzy, very dizzy as my senses brought me to a state of consciousness. I was rocking back and forth, and I was on my back.

I opened my eyes and saw the ceiling, my arms raised above me tied to the posts of the contraption. My legs were up as well, also tied to poles further down as my body moved back and forth. I turned sideways, seeing the door of the room I was in now closed, and the bed directly beside me.

I realised I was on the sling. Tied to it by all fours, my arms and legs shackled to the four poles. I was on my back, the stickiness of the leather underneath me as I rocked, listening to the sounds of the steel chains banging with my movement.

I lifted my head to look between my upheld legs harnessed to the top of the poles. And the big giant black bouncer with the blonde hair was between them, with an evil grin on his body as he fucked me.

I felt his cock suddenly, pumping in me as my body rocked back and forth along his shaft. He was just standing there, moving his hips slowly back and forth, his shirt off, huge muscles on display, his black body hard and sculpted, a darker tattoo over half of it, over his big pec and on his shoulder. He glared down at me as I moaned loudly. He was holding the chains that hung down from my legs in front of him, staring at me, as he rocked casually into my ass.

“Morning little slut. My dick wake you up?” He sneered at me and reached further up the chains for a better grip as he began to move his hips faster forcing me to moan suddenly, as if he wanted to make sure he was indeed waking me up mercilessly. He fucked me so hard that I began to swing so much on the sling that his cock left my hole, only to be speared by it as he stood there, waiting for me to return on it. I grunted forcefully with each new entry, feeling his cock slam deep into me. His grin widened as he watched my gaping hole moving off his cock, only to swallow his cock back in as the swing came back without any control from me. All I could do was grunt with each forceful impalement awaiting me.

I felt the stabbing pain from each invasion, tensing up as I felt him slip out, knowing what was coming. With every movement, I gripped the chains by my wrists, hanging on, gritting my teeth to try not to scream as my hole waited for his big dick to hungrily push back inside.

Then the Asian appeared beside my face, and grabbed my head to feed me his big cock. I gagged as he shoved it in, grabbing the back of my head and skull fucking me hard, trying to keep me still against the pushing from his fellow bouncer.

It took me a moment to figure out where I was. And what I was doing. I could still feel the effects of the drugs, the coke that I had snorted, filling my brain. But I couldn’t remember much of what had happened since I was tied up against the wall. How did I get to the sling? When did the black guy start fucking me? Where was Mike Gallagher?

I looked around the room when the Asian guy, Kai I suddenly remembered, took his cock out of my mouth and jerked it over me, looking down at me as my body bounced off the black guy. I tried to pull myself up by the chains, but I felt weak, as the black guy suddenly grabbed my ass to hold me steady. I stopped swinging, and I felt the long fingers clutch my butt tight, holding me as he dug into me. I arched in pain, flailing my arms above me as the muscled Kai slapped my face with his dick. I moaned, feeling the black cock digging into me deeper than ever as I heard him grunting.

The room spun. My head was dizzy. I closed my eyes as I slurred something and then everything went quiet and dark again as I passed out yet again.

When I woke up the next time, I wasn’t moving. There was no black guy fucking my ass. There was no Kai slapping my face with his big dick. I opened my eyes slowly, realizing I was still in the same painful position, my arms numb from being tied above me, but the room was quiet. I slowly turned my head from side to side, noting the blinding pain from the sheer movement and found it empty. My mouth was dry, and I found myself trying to swallow and gather spit. I went to sit up, but found I was still on my back, legs up with the leather bands at the end of the chains still around my ankles, my arms hanging above me also tied still to the poles at the side. I cranked my neck and looked toward the door, my body still naked, my cock limp and my ass wet and sore.

I panicked, alone in this strange back room, tied to a sling, my head still blurry from the effects of cocaine. I heard a sound come from my throat and I thought I might cry when a figure appeared in the open doorway.

I looked up, seeing a tall man, who looked vaguely familiar to my spinning brain.

“Hey. Can you untie me?” I tried to say, seeing him stepping inside and moving quickly to me. He was big, built, and when his face came into view, I recognized his handsome face and relaxed, letting out a long breath slowly. “Thank God, untie me.” I said as he moved between my legs.

“I knew you’d have fun here.” I heard his voice say as his hands went to my ankles. I sighed, feeling his hands around my feet as I looked down my body to his smiling face between my legs. It was Cody, the bartender, here to save me from my antics.

But then his hands moved down my smooth legs and went to my ass, making me jolt and bringing me to a state of awareness. His fingers grazed over my used hole and I reacted in shock, jerking my body backwards as I stared down at him. “Don’t….” I started to say but he was already unzipping his black jeans.

I closed my eyes and started to shake uncontrollably, pulling on the restraints as I felt him pushing into me. I screamed out, telling him to stop but he slid in, sending another bolt of discomfort through my body.

“What a fuckin’ loose pussy!” He laughed over me, shoving his cock all the way into my tender ass. I clenched my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut so hard tears rolled out. His hand clamped down over my mouth hard and he told me to shut up as he pushed deeper into me. I could hear the chains, the groan of the sling as he leaned into me, and the stretching of my legs as I tried to stop him.

“What’s one more dick in this used little cunt?” He laughed again over me, leaning into my body and holding me by the shoulders as he started to thrust. I was crying, trying to breathe through my nose as he held his big hand over my mouth. He fucked me hard, the sounds of the chains rattling loudly drowned out my muffled cries. I squeezed my eyes shut so hard I could feel the tears streaming down my face, over his fingers. He didn’t last long thank God, just grunted into me with a sudden thrust hard in me, and held himself still as he unloaded into me. I heard him laughing, panting, breathing out hard as he slid painfully out of me, slapping my face with a hard sting, before he grabbed my pecs and smacked them. I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to look at him, thinking he was different, that he wasn’t the type of guy to do this. But he was just like the others. Or was I the problem, asking for this, setting myself up for the onslaught of what I had been seeking after all.

“I knew you’d end up like this.” He mumbled as he pulled out of me, my body rocking slightly as he backed off, as if he was reading my own horrible thoughts.

I never wanted to end up like this, helpless, used…I thought in my head as I slowly opened my eyes and looked down at the young guy I thought once was handsome. “Please….” I said softly as I heard him zipping up his pants and let my head fall backwards, feeling like I was going to pass out again.

And then I heard another familiar voice.

“What the FUCK?!”

I couldn’t lift my head at the sound. I was spent, too weak to move, too upset to even open my eyes again as I feared another guy was coming in. But I recognized that voice. Something inside my  head told me I knew that voice.

“Easy big fella. I’m all done. He’s all yours.” I heard Cody saying, a slight tension in his voice.

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!” That voice yelled, loudly, startling me suddenly as I heard scuffling and grunts, sounds of shoes on the floor moving, the door banging. A now scared sounding Cody moved out of the room.

“Easy! What the fuck dude? Relax!” Cody’s voice was fading, or I was again, but then I heard the door slam shut. I groaned, trying to lift my head to see what was happening when I felt hands on my ankles again and I cried out in renewed fear, tensing my entire body in the sling expecting another cock to ram into my aching hole.

“DON’T!” I yelled as loud as I could with the remaining strength I had. It seemed to echo in the room, before that familiar voice tried to soothe me and I felt a warm hand on my lower stomach. The voice rattled through my brain, sending signals that weren’t connecting. I knew that voice, I just couldn’t place it yet.

I struggled against the chains suddenly, now more scared than ever.

“It’s okay. I’m here.” I heard that voice saying softly as I struggled in my restraints, and I relaxed a bit, feeling a firm hand grip my foot, the band falling off my ankle and I felt my leg being lowered. Pins and needles shot through me immediately, numbing my leg as it fell helplessly to the ground. I cried louder as I felt the strong hands attempting to undo the other band around my ankle and I looked up, seeing the blurry figure between my legs standing over me.

He came into focus and I saw he was a big man, very muscular and smooth, wearing a leather vest and black cap hanging low over his eyes. He had nothing on under the vest, his massive frame looking well defined in my blurry eyes as I took in the square jaw that was clenched tight as he worked on my second leg. He seemed like a giant over me, so huge despite his now gentle movements.

I opened my eyes wider, trying to focus on what was happening, watching him as he worked on untying me, this large massive man now focused on undoing the band around my left leg. As he looked up to my face, I recognized him at last, just when he spoke, and his voice connected to the image I saw before me. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I managed to mumble out.

I blinked, trying to focus, trying to snap myself awake. My second leg came painfully down and I suddenly wondered how long I’d been in this sling. Again, numbness went through me as those sharp pins burned through me as he put my leg down and moved to my left side to reach up for my arm. He lifted his chin up to see me under the leather cap, those eyes glaring at me in shock and something else, was there fear behind his eyes at what he was seeing? He looked so different in his leather gear, his body on display for me in a way I hadn’t seen before. I blinked again, recognizing the handsome face, the long straight nose, the receding hairline of his forehead, the lips, and the golden brown eyes. My own large 6’3” muscled Viking, my former Professor, Tom Davies, here to rescue me.

I cried harder at that moment his eyes connected with mine and seeing the look he gave me. I closed my eyes, embarrassed at the state I was in, seeing who was here to save me.

“Hey hey hey. Stop.” The voice was soothing, my brain coming more into focus screaming at me to wake up. He was touching me, that large hand coming to my cheek to wipe away my tears and hold me. And then he bent down and kissed my forehead. “Jesus Brian what happened.”

I opened my eyes to see the look on his face. The man I had left only months before. My former professor, dressed like a leather daddy, untying me from my bonds of this sling.

I couldn’t speak, just cried uncontrollably until he had my second arm free, and I curled into his huge body. I felt weightless as he gingerly picked me up off the sling, my back sweaty and sticky, my body trembling beyond control, until I was nestled between his enormous pecs, until his scent filled my brain and told me I was safe. I nuzzled into him, feeling lightheaded as he carried me away from the sling.

“Where are your clothes?” He mumbled, moving quickly about the room with me clinging to his body. He had one arm around me, which was all he needed to hold me given his strength. I felt myself being bobbed around as he found my clothes and he sat down with me on the edge of the bed. He rocked me, shushing me, kissing the top of my head, trying to calm me down. He didn’t speak for a while, until I subsided and I rubbed my leaking nose with the back of my hand, and I spoke first.

“What are you doing here?” I mumbled out quietly again as if I was still dreaming and he wasn’t real.

“What am I doing here? What are YOU doing here?” He breathed in, making his chest heave against my cheek before he spoke quieter. “I mean, it is Leather Daddy night and I had nothing better to do.”

Despite my ordeal, I snorted into his chest, feeling it flex as he shifted me in his arms, bringing his mouth to the top of my head again.

“Are you okay?” he whispered into my hair and I nodded slightly.

“I am now.” I barely whispered it aloud, but he heard me.

He exhaled loudly and I felt my body moving. “Okay, let’s get you dressed so I can take you home.”

I let him peel me off his body, staying in a ball as he shifted under me and let me go. He bent down and helped me into my clothing, one painful body part at a time. I couldn’t look at him directly, couldn’t fathom what he was thinking as I was having a hard enough time trying to remember the evening. A vision of Mike Gallagher tied to the end of this very bed flashed into my brain, followed my him fucking me, then Brent, then I only had flashes: flashes of the big hairy bearded stocky man; the three jocks; the bouncers; Cody.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered. Tom stopped and looked up at me, his big hand on my thigh. He didn’t move until I met his eyes, and I could see the worried look in them. I could feel the tears starting again and my mouth started to quiver. Tom’s big thumb moved to my face again, stopping the tears at the corner of my eye and he scrunched his face up.

“Hey. We’ve all done stupid things.” He let his thumb rub my cheek for a moment as I stared into his eyes. “I’m going to take care of you now. Okay?”

I nodded, watching him stand up, seeing how large he seemed once again compared to my tinier body. He pulled me up and helped me into my shirt and then wrapped a heavy arm around my shoulder and led me to the door carefully.

“Can you walk?” He asked, stopping me to make sure.

I nodded, too embarrassed still to say otherwise. All I wanted was to be carried out by this massive 39 year old Viking looking man, my hero, whisking me away from this horrid scene. I didn’t look back, nor did I look at anyone as we exited into the hallway. The music was done, and the bar seemed to be more lit and quiet as we headed down the hallway.

“Awwww, where are you going…?!” I heard a voice start before Tom’s deep voice cut him off.

“Fuck off Brent! I’m taking him home, he’s had enough.” I felt Tom’s arm tighten around me as I buried my face into him, breathing in the welcoming smell of him and shuffling alongside him.

“Why do you get to take him home….” Brent started to say before Tom roared at him.

“I said FUCK OFF BRENT!”

I heard voices all at once speaking back, a couple more groans from men to the side. But I didn’t look over. I didn’t want to see them. I didn’t want to know if Mike Gallagher was still here. I didn’t want to believe that he was still here and had let this happen to me.

I heard a door open and another voice begin to speak but Tom cut them off just the same.

“Don’t even…” was all Tom had to say loud enough to shut them up. I pictured the two large bouncers, seeing a pair of big black boots under Tom’s arm. I pictured the black guy in them stepping back to make room for us. No one was going to mess with Tom Davies. He was still bigger and stronger than the two bouncers put together.

We stepped outside and I felt the cool breeze of the night. I had no idea what time it was, but it was quiet outside. Eerily quiet. When I stumbled, Tom immediately scooped me up into his arms and we moved faster now, Tom walking more quickly with me in his grasp. I listened to the sound of his breathing as we walked to what I was assuming was his car.

Tom didn’t speak as we drove, and I think I drifted off again, the movements of the slow drive and the passing lights lulling me back into a semi-state of consciousness. I heard the garage door next and realized I was at his townhouse, the sound of Mikey barking a few times as my car door opened and I was scooped up again and brought inside by his powerful arms.

I heard him talking gently to Mikey, the dog lapping at my hands and legs as Tom carried me up the stairs, right into the bathroom. He set me down on the side of the tub and opened the glass shower door of the stand-alone shower and turned it on. I sat there like a zombie as he carefully removed my clothes and then checked the temperature of the shower. I saw him take his black cap off finally, his short hair making him look more familiar. He stepped out of his boots, then his jeans and underwear. His vest came off next, followed at last by his socks before his big hand gently lifted me up and steered me into the shower, with him stepping in behind me.

I closed my eyes as the heat and water washed over me, Tom’s big hands turning me around, wetting me. He lathered me up, taking great care to wash me gently, all over, tenderly reaching between my legs. The stinging made me recoil, not his touch, so I apologized to him, but he said nothing. I could see his cock was stiffening despite the nonsexual motions of our actions. It made me relax, seeing this, knowing that he wasn’t as ashamed of me as I was of myself.

I was okay for a while, letting him clean me up until I slowly sank down to the floor in tears. Tom said nothing still, just sat his massive body down on the shower floor beside me, pulling me into his arms, holding me tightly as the water cascaded down over us. Tom’s practically smooth enormous body beside my smaller one, his muscles a display of the strength I now needed. I sat there on the shower floor with him, hugging him tightly, letting my hands move over his flesh, knowing that this was the man I needed to be with at this very moment. He wrapped his giant arms around me and held me against him, kissing the top of my forehead.

“You’re safe baby.” He whispered above me. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.”