Specialising in Straight - A Side Story

This story is a fan service from another fan of Specialising in Straight story.

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Annihilated Aussie Pussy

That night after his first gang bang, Brody lay on a cold bed weeping silently. The room was small with concrete walls and flooring. There was no window but a small ventilation in the bathroom. Earlier that night, when the eleven black men who had raped him left, Brody was lying on the floor of the shower room on his side with yellow cum dripping out of his over-worked hole. Brody knew his ordeal was over at least for the night and as he was lying there he was hoping for someone like security to come and escort him to wherever he will be kept next until he is released? He didn’t want to think about his freedom right then as the pain from that over stretched hole and the things that had happened to him were still a shock for him.

‘Look at the camera’ a voice said from behind him. He turned his head back to see who it was and saw a short-bald but a thin man holding a camera in like 10 feet away from him. Brody hadn’t heard him approach. He was the videographer as in the cameraman.

‘Lie on your back. And hold up both your legs with your hands’ he commanded.

A hush of words came out of Brody’s mouth in response and not hearing him properly, the cameraman asked ‘What?’

‘Are you going to rape me too?’

‘No. I mean, I would love to but your hole is already stretched far enough. I don’t think now my medium-sized cock is gonna fit there.’

The Aussie boy just remained motionless. It had been a long night at work for the cameraman too. He had started his work around 9 pm setting up the instruments and lighting to his knowledge and by the time the filming was over, it was already 03:30 am. He was exhausted and wanted to go to his room, to his bed, and to sleep. The next day he had lots of work to do. He was growing impatient so he set the camera on a tripod and then walked up to Brody and rolled him over on his back. Then he walked near the feet and lifted both of Brody’s legs towards the boy’s chest.

‘Brody, I want you to hold your legs in this position with your hands’

Brody didn’t do anything and he just kept staring at the ceiling. He thought of ways to make this kid obedient again and said,

‘if you don’t do as I say now those security guards outside the room are gonna take on another round with you. And they won’t be gentle like your first experience. These men will punch you, kick you, and will put their hands inside your ass. They are not the pleasure-seeking type, Brody. They like to see pretty boys like you suffer.’

‘Kill me’ came in response.

The cameraman hadn’t expected that response and he started contemplating about his next try.

‘See kid, I just need a few close-up shots of you on your back. And soon you will be escorted back to a bed to sleep in.’

The 18-year-old jock just lay there, motionless.

‘I will make sure nobody touches you… at least for a week... and that you will be left alone with plenty of food and rest. And in the meantime, you can contemplate about your future’

That word future seemed to have rung a bell in his head. He slowly moved his eyes to look at the man kneeling below his feet.

‘Do I have a future?’

‘Of course, you do. You are only eighteen. You said it yourself. But now is not the right time to discuss this. Maybe tomorrow or the day after will be good for all of us. I am exhausted from working behind the lens for hours.. You have no idea how much tired I am.'

That made Brody’s back stiffen with anger. He was angry from thinking this man working behind the cameras was telling him it was exhausting work to film him getting raped?

Brody was tired too, along with that burning pain between his legs and so he decided to follow with this man’s order and lifted his legs towards his chest and held them there with his hands supporting each leg from under the thighs. The man smiled with excitement and walked towards the camera. He eyed Brody from the lens for a while. He realized the boy was holding his legs too tight to his chest as if he were hugging them for consoling himself. He looked up from behind the lens.

‘Brody, I want you to relax a little’

Brody relaxed his hold on his thighs with his legs still up in the air.

‘a little more’ the man said from behind the lens. He kept looking at the hole of Brody which should have been closing as the kid was releasing his bent-up raised legs. But the hole was unaffected by the position of his legs it seemed. He found his perfect position and told him to look at the camera.

As soon as Brody raised his head and looked at the camera, the man started taking snapshots after snapshots.

‘I think I have just found the cover photo of your movie’

The boy seemed to have understood what he was getting into because his eyes though already puffy and red from crying earlier were starting to shiver as his lips stretched and the boy started to cry looking at the camera.

‘Perfect!’

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Brody woke up the next day in the small room he was given. He didn’t know what time it was since the room had no windows and the light was only coming from the bathroom. He went inside and there was a small mirror of 1’ x 1’ size hanging above the basin. The bathroom was clean enough. Brody went to take his first piss. There was a shower gel along with bathing items. He was already naked so he immediately turned on the shower and got under it. He wanted to clean his asshole but feared to touch it. The intense pain he felt last night was almost gone and the only feeling he felt was a mild burning sensation. He realised all the eleven men had at least once bred him last night so he took a gel on his right hand and went slowly below his back to clean off his asshole. He almost cried when the two fingers immediately sunk at the bottom of his orifice. He became too scared to even touch his hole again. He decided the best way to clean would be to take a dump first. He went towards the toilet seat and sat there to carry out his cleaning process.

For three days, Brody was left inside that room. He was brought plenty of food like sandwiches with beef, omelet, and some fruits. The first time the door to his room opened, he ran inside the bathroom and locked himself there. Only when the people had left did he come out and found food on the table? This happened for three days. And now Brody was getting a little used to about this and this time when the food bearer came, he just sat on his bed and eyed him while he kept the plate of food on the small table. Two more days went by like that. And the question was building up in his head. He didn’t try to talk to the food bearer because he was scared if he talked, he would attract his attention, and bad things could happen again. But on the sixth day of his captivity, he could not stop himself and asked when the food bearer came again.

‘What will happen to me?’

The man seemed to stumble upon his walk from the surprise of the boy talking to him. The man said,

‘I am not allowed to have conversations with you’

Brody wanted to say something but the man had already left.

The next day, when Brody was brushing his teeth, the door opened. From his estimation of time, he thought it was too early for the next round of meals that’s when he saw three men stepping inside. Brody tried to close the door to the bathroom and stepped back in horror. Two men started to pound on the plastic door and it soon tore open. They handcupped him behind his back and led him outside the room. He saw his food bearer standing at the corner, outside the room and when their eyes met, the man looked down. He was taken into an elevator and when the door opened again and they emerged, he found himself walking in a corridor with room on either side.

They took a left turn and soon reached a door that led to a big room enough to be a hall. It had many long benches and a podium at the side and for some reason, he felt like this was a cheaper attempt at recreating a chapel. A guy brought him a black formal pants and a white shirt. He put them on. Then the black shoes. Brody didn’t know what was happening. He was made to sit in the first row on the left side. As he sat there in anticipation of what was coming, he saw the cameraman from a week ago enter along with his equipment. He set up one camera at the front of the right side and another on the left side. Then he set up one at the centre in the back of the rows of benches and stood there for some time adjusting it. Brody knew something was going to happen here and it will be recorded. After half an hour or more, people started to get in. Some of them were security but the two of them dressed in exquisite Tux looked like bosses as they took the front seats on the right side. Brody turned his head behind to see his rapists from the previous week enter. He stood up on reflex and tried to make his way out from there that’s when a hand held onto his left wrist in a firm grip. And he heard,

‘Sit down’

 He looked down and saw the eyes of the middle-aged man in a tux. He wasn’t smiling or angry but something in his eyes told Brody that if he refused, something bad will happen. He was deciding what was worse, to get filmed being raped again or to take some punches and become so injured he would be locked up again for days. Seeing his dilemma, the man holding his wrist said in a calm dismissive way,

‘They are not here for you. They are here as guests. Just like you’

He did not understand that but went back to his seat and sat down. But he knew, his ordeal if not now or today, it would come eventually. Not long enough a little murmur started and Brody raised his head from looking at the floor and found everyone standing in a welcoming gesture towards a man that was coming. Brody didn’t stand like the rest and he kept eyeing the man that was walking. He looked like someone in his late forties. A tall figure around 6’5’’ with tanned skin. He was dressed in a black formal outfit but had a tunic on his head. His eyebrows and beard were dark and thick. He was giving middle eastern vibes to Brody. As the man approached him, he stopped and looked at the boy glaring at him seated. He moved forward and stood at the front facing everyone. Brody thought everyone will be seated and this man would give some sick speech that’s when he heard murmurs again and he turned back to see who was coming next. He saw a grown-up man, in his late twenties or early thirties brought into the room with his mouth tapped with duct tape and his wrists bound behind his back in cuffs. He was also dressed in a white shirt and black pants with black shoes. He was brought next to the man. One of his captors said something in his ear and left him there standing and settled down in the rows. One of the other men that had been seated in the front row on the right stood up and walked towards the podium. He retrieved a stole (vestment) from under it and put them on over his head onto his shoulders. He took a bible in his right hand and walked to the centre of the two men standing.

‘I, by the authority invested in me, ask Price Ali Duran, if he would take this man to be your bride?’

Ali Duran said in a typical deep accent, ’I do’

the Priest then looked at the bound man and said, ‘You may kiss the bride’

Duran lifted his hands towards the man and removed the duct tape slowly, enough to expose his lips completely. Then he reached down and kissed the man soft and gently on his lips while the tears were streaming down his cheeks.

Brody watched all this in horror that’s when the priest said, ’I now pronounce you, husband and wife’

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 That night, Brody could not sleep despite being back in his room without any mistreatment. As he lay there on the bed, he couldn’t help but wonder what was happening to the young man who was clearly married off to some sick wealthy gay man who doesn’t even care if the guy he has married doesn’t like him back or worse, is straight.